Green River KIiller Page #11
- Year:
- 2005
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GARY (O.S.)
Sometimes they wouldn’t want to
come in, so we’d sit outside in my
truck and I’d say, “Well, here’s
ten dollars for your trouble”, but
they’d see I had another thirty or
forty on me, and they’d figure,
“What the hell”, y’know?
EXT. 90/18 WOODS - MORNING
GARY looking around for something familiar, as he speaks.
GARY:
The money didn’t matter ‘cause I’d
get it back after I killed them,
anyway.
(with a smile of
embarrassment)
I know, I’m cheap...
Suddenly, GARY becomes hyper-alert. He’s completely still,
every sense alive to something unseen. It’s unsettling.
TOM:
What is it?
GARY:
Someone’s coming.
Everyone looks around, nothing. Eventually, back through the
trees, TOM sees a PASSERBY walking his DOG along the road
towards the OFFICER standing guard at the entrance to the
WOOD. TOM quietly alerts the others.
Everyone stands silently watching. The PASSERBY has a brief
conversation with the OFFICER, then moves on his way. TOM
looks at GARY. How did he know?
GARY (CONT'D)
It’s this way.
60.
Starts shuffling ahead. TOM walks just behind.
TOM:
Once you got them inside the house,
what happened then?
We see GARY’s old house again. We start to move in slowly
towards it. As GARY speaks, we cut between this moving shot,
and GARY in the woods.
GARY:
(focus on his
surroundings)
I’d let them take a look around,
make sure they saw my son’s room,
all his toys on the floor and such,
they’d loosen up, y’know? Family
man ain’t gonna hurt them, kind of
thing. I’d tell them to go use the
bathroom if they needed to. Save me
cleaning up after them, later. I
learned that lesson the hard way.
EXT. RIDGWAY HOUSE, DES MOINES (1983) - DAY
Moving slowly closer to the seemingly lifeless house and its
front screen-door.
GARY (O.S.)
Then we’d go in the bedroom, and
I’d get them naked. I didn’t want
anything getting on their clothes
for you guys to find. There was a
plastic sheet under the bed waiting
for them, so afterwards I could get
them out real quick. Anyway, I’d
get them on the bed, and then we’d
have sex.
EXT. 90/18 WOODS - MORNING
The group moving slowly through the woods.
GARY:
Then I’d, uh.. I’d kill her. Choke
her from behind, like I said. Got a
pretty good system, after a while.
In and out in about twenty minutes,
if I was lucky.
61.
EXT. RIDGWAY HOUSE, DES MOINES (1983) - DAY
Almost up to the door now.
GARY (O.S.)
Except one time. There was one that
tried to get away. She scratched my
arm, and bit real hard, she was
strong. I had to let go and she ran
off. Got all the way to the front
door.
And as we reach the screen-door, we see a BLURRED FIGURE
behind the thick glass of the FRONT DOOR, desperately
scrabbling at it, trying to get out, and hear MUFFLED effort
noises. We see another SHAPE appear behind the glass. A brief
struggle, and the FIGURES move down to the floor. Eventually,
they’re still, and only one rises.
GARY (O.S.) (CONT’D)
That was real close.
EXT. 90/18 WOODS - MORNING
GARY has led them to an OPEN MARSHY AREA.
GARY:
I’m pretty sure it was this one.
Afterward, I got her into my truck,
and I dumped her right over there.
He points into the MARSH. MATTSEN, PETERS and a few others
move off to take a closer look.
TOM:
You didn’t bury her? Because some
of the others were buried.
GARY:
Not this one. I’m quite certain.
MATTSEN:
(calls back)
I’m not seeing anything.
DOYON:
Not surprising. It’s been twenty
years.
PETERS:
(walking back)
We should bring in a crew for a
more thorough search.
62.
GARY:
Wait. Maybe I did bury her...
GARY thinking.
GARY (CONT’D)
Or maybe I’m thinking of someone
else. You guys found another one
not far from here?
TOM:
(guarded)
Uh huh.
GARY:
Maybe she was the one who tried to
run...
TOM:
Are you saying you didn’t leave a
body here after all?
GARY:
No. I’m sure I did. Because I
distinctly remember coming back and
taking her skull, to put it
someplace else...
This gets everyone’s attention.
TOM:
Okay. Why did you do that?
GARY:
Uh, I don’t know. To, uh, mess with
you guys, maybe. Confuse you, I
guess... maybe.
TOM:
You like to mess with us, Gary?
GARY not sure how to react. TOM stares at him. REICHERT
observing TOM. PROTHERO breaks the moment.
PROTHERO:
I think we should move to the next
location.
MULLINAX:
Sure. We should keep things moving
before there are too many people
around, anyway.
63.
They all start to move back to the vehicles. TOM holds back,
looking out at the area. DOYON approaches him.
DOYON:
Just another day at the office,
huh?
(looks out at the marsh)
Sue’s right. If there are bones
here, they’d be buried pretty deep
by now.
TOM nods, looking around, unsure.
GARY (O.S.)
Over here, maybe.
EXT. VACANT LOT, SOUTH AIRPORT SITE (1983) - DAY
Twenty years earlier. Empty, abandoned houses, reclaimed by
the wild. A pair of FERAL EYES stare out from a dark,
windowless opening. GARY’s parked TRUCK, empty in the vacant
lot nearby.
TRUDY (O.S.)
C’mon, let’s just do it here. My
feet are killin’ me.
EXT. WOODS NEAR VACANT LOT, SOUTH AIRPORT SITE (1983) - DAY
A younger GARY (34), and a young woman in a denim jacket,
TRUDY (19), walk along a trail through some WOODS. Behind
them, through the trees, we see GARY’s truck parked in the
vacant lot.
GARY:
Just, uh... just a bit further.
There’s a real nice spot. You’ll
like it, it’s real nice.
TRUDY:
That place we parked back there.
What is that? All those creepy
houses...
GARY:
Once the airport started using
jets, it got too loud. They had to
clear everyone out those houses.
Now they’re just empty, full of
animals...
64.
TRUDY:
(she stops suddenly)
What the f*** is that? Is that a
body?
GARY stops. Just off the trail a few yards ahead, there is a
NAKED WOMAN laying among the trees.
GARY:
What...
TRUDY:
Jesus f***ing Christ! That is a
dead woman right there. F***! It
is, right?
GARY looks over at the body. Confused.
TRUDY (CONT'D)
Sh*t... let’s get outta here!
She starts back up the trail. GARY stands, looking around,
worried.
TRUDY (CONT'D)
Come on! We should get the f*** out
around...
GARY takes one more look at the body, then follows TRUDY back
to the truck.
EXT. WOODS, STAR LAKE ROAD SITE (1984) - DAY
A distant FIGURE stands alone. Younger TOM, motionless in the
landscape, head bowed. A large, dark TREE, its leafless
branches reaching out like desperate arms, frames him against
the stark, grey sky behind. The only movement, loose ends of
police crime scene TAPE flapping in the breeze. A light RAIN
falls.
CAPTION - “APRIL 1, 1984 - STAR LAKE SITE”
A steep, WOODED HILLSIDE falling away from the road above,
covered in illegally dumped TRASH. “NO DUMPING ALLOWED” sign
in the middle of it. Large amounts of GARBAGE accumulated in
the gully below. Yellow ‘CRIME SCENE’ tape going from tree to
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