Green River KIiller Page #13

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COOKIE HUNT:

(into loudspeaker)

...and as women, we claim our right

to live after sunset! The police

need to tell us why, after more

than two years...

And the MARCH continues toward the Task Force building.

INT. TASK FORCE HEADQUARTERS, BURIEN (1984) - MOMENTS LATER

TOM heads through the sparsely occupied workspace. He sees

one of the detectives at his desk.

TOM:

Hey Matt, is Adamson still here?

HANEY:

Haven’t seen him since lunch. Ask

Randy. He’s finishing up with a guy

who took a polygraph test.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM CORRIDOR, BURIEN PRECINCT (1984) - NIGHT

TOM knocks and opens the door to the INTERVIEW ROOM. Sticks

his head in. RANDY MULLINAX sits at one end of a desk,

writing, going over the results of a POLYGRAPH TEST with

someone.

TOM:

You got a second, Detective

Mullinax?

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MULLINAX:

Sure. We’re almost done here.

TOM:

There’s something I think you

should see.

MULLINAX:

Now?

TOM nods, goes back into the corridor and looks out a nearby

window to see the MARCHERS approaching.

MULLINAX (O.S.) (CONT’D)

(to his interviewee)

So, just give me a minute here and

then we can finish up, okay...

MULLINAX joins TOM in the corridor.

MULLINAX (CONT’D)

What’s going on?

TOM indicates the window. MULLINAX takes a look.

TOM:

There’s about four hundred women

heading this way and they want to

talk to us.

MULLINAX:

Sh*t! It’s that Women’s Coalition

march. I’ll get on the phone, see

if I can find Adamson. Let him deal

with them.

He heads into the main workspace, leaving TOM in the

corridor. He checks on the march out the window, again.

MULLINAX pokes his head through the door, phone to his ear.

MULLINAX (CONT’D)

Tom, let that guy know he can go

home, will ya? Tell him he passed

the polygraph, he’s no longer under

investigation. This may take a

while.

TOM:

Sure.

72.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM, BURIEN PRECINCT (1984) - NIGHT

TOM enters, distracted by the noise of the MARCHERS growing

outside.

TOM:

Detective Mullinax has to attend to

another matter. He said to tell you

you’re no longer under

investigation.

INTERVIEWEE:

So, I can... uh, go home?

TOM:

Yeah. You can go home.

TOM sits at the desk. The INTERVIEWEE stands. We now see it’s

younger GARY. He starts to put his jacket on.

TOM (CONT’D)

You might want to wait a while

though. There’s kind of a situation

outside right now.

GARY:

What kind of situation?

TOM:

Some kind of protest.

GARY sits back down. The ‘Green River Killer’ and the man who

will catch him sit alone in a room together.

COOKIE HUNT (O.S.)

Fact - most murderers are found

within seventy-two hours of the

crime. Two years later and the

police are still nowhere!

TOM looks up, listening to what’s happening outside. GARY

watches him.

COOKIE HUNT (O.S.) (CONT’D)

And if these women were white,

middle-class, college girls you can

guarantee the police would have

found the killer by now!

TOM looks over at GARY. GARY looks away. They both feel

awkward.

73.

COOKIE HUNT (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Once they killed us because they

said we were witches, now they kill

us because they say we’re

prostitutes. The truth is... THEY

KILL US BECAUSE WE’RE WOMEN!

They look at each other. After a few seconds, TOM stands,

makes for the door.

TOM:

You can wait down in the lobby. I’m

sure it won’t be too...

GARY:

(standing)

Yeah, sure... of course.

TOM holds the door open as GARY leaves. He stands in the

doorway, watching GARY head down the corridor, TOM’s mind on

what’s happening outside.

COOKIE HUNT (O.S.)

WHY MUST WE DIE JUST BECAUSE WE’RE

WOMEN?

GARY, at the end of the corridor, confused about which door

is the exit. TOM points him in the right direction.

COOKIE HUNT (O.S.) (CONT'D)

WHY?

With a familiar SLOW MOTION WAVE, GARY heads through the

door, and is gone.

EXT. LITTLE LEAGUE FIELD, NORTH AIRPORT SITE (2003) - DAY

Older TOM stands watching older GARY being helped out of the

MINI-VAN next to PROTHERO, as the rest of the TEAM gathers.

GARY:

You were right, Detective. They

didn’t last too long, huh?

GARY is looking down at his beaten up JAIL BOOTIES, covered

in mud.

PROTHERO:

I’ll get you something before we go

out again tomorrow, Gary.

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TOM:

Don’t worry. No hiking here. I just

want you to tell us some things.

Things that the Green River Killer

should know.

GARY nods, eager to please. TOM starts to move off, then

turns back to GARY.

TOM (CONT’D)

You are the Green River Killer,

aren’t you?

GARY:

Yes. Of course.

TOM:

So, tell me, how’d you pass the

polygraph test that time?

GARY:

(a nervous few beats)

I, uh... I just tried to stay real

relaxed... I guess. Take a few deep

breaths. Act normal.

TOM:

Deep breaths, huh? Well, Gary, you

just take a few of them deep

breaths now, and then you tell us

about this place.

We pull back to reveal that they are standing in the middle

of the LITTLE LEAGUE FIELD we saw back in 1984.

TOM (CONT’D)

Tell us everything you know.

On GARY as he looks around, trying to remember. He sees the

WATER TOWER in the distance. Remembers...

EXT. VACANT LOT, NORTH AIRPORT SITE (1982) - NIGHT

The large, white WATER TOWER looming over us, surrounded by

sky. We turn our head and we’re now looking at an EMPTY HOUSE

raised up on BLOCKS, about four or five feet in the air. It’s

an odd sight.

A FOX appears in the dark doorway, stands, watching us.

On younger GARY’s face. His pale, clammy skin. Eyes cold,

locked onto the FOX. A sense of struggle, and then stillness.

75.

From above, GARY, laying on his back, his legs wrapped around

a small, young woman, SHAWNDA (17), his arms clamped around

her neck. Her lifeless body enveloped. Like some weird,

insectoid creature. The HOUSE ON BLOCKS, the FOX in the

doorway. Looking down over it all, the ghostly WATER TOWER.

EXT. LITTLE LEAGUE FIELD, NORTH AIRPORT SITE (2003) - DAY

On older GARY, looking at the WATER TOWER again.

GARY:

I remember this place. This was a

good spot for... Pretty remote. No

one around at night. Lot of

airplane noise to, uh... muffle

anything, y’know?

TOM silently nods. GARY points toward the WATER TOWER.

GARY (CONT’D)

One by the water tower. Black girl.

Squirmy. Had to wrap my legs around

her.

TOM:

(after a pause)

Uh huh...

GARY looks around again, searching.

EXT. 24TH AVENUE SOUTH, NORTH AIRPORT SITE (1983) - DAY

Younger GARY walks along the edge of the road. Beside him, a

young girl, CHERYL (18), we don’t see her face. They walk in

silence. GARY notices CANDY WRAPPERS on the ground, an empty

SODA CAN.

CHERYL:

It’s my birthday.

GARY looks up, the girl’s face is a blur. He looks back at

the road and notices a BROKEN TYRE laying there, we see it in

great detail.

EXT. LITTLE LEAGUE FIELD, NORTH AIRPORT SITE (2003) - DAY

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