Green River KIiller Page #15

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GUARD 1 (O.S.)

It’s time, Mr. Ridgway.

TITLE over black - “JUNE 15TH, 2003 - DAY THREE”

INT. BACK EXIT AREA, ‘THE BUNKER’, BOEING FIELD - MORNING

GARY is escorted by his SWAT GUARDS through the back of the

building, towards the MINI-VAN. PROTHERO is with him. TOM,

smoking, and the TASK FORCE team, wait near the VEHICLES.

GARY:

Morning fellas!

SHERIFF REICHERT

Morning, Gary.

TOM:

Nice boots.

GARY has a new pair of hiking boots on.

GARY:

Thank you. They’re rubbing a

little. But they’re alright. Mark

says there’s a pretty good mall

near here. Maybe afterward, we can

all go take a look together?

TOM:

How about you focus on giving us

something we can actually use

today?

GARY obediently heads into the VAN.

INT. MINI-VAN, KENT SUBURB (2003) - MORNING

TOM and GARY sit next to each other. Much to TOM’s

discomfort, GARY leans into him to look out, as they drive up

to an ABANDONED LOT.

GARY:

There used to be a restaurant here,

with some trees behind it. I dumped

some clothes back there.

83.

TOM gives GARY a look.

GARY (CONT’D)

But I guess those woods ain’t there

anymore.

EXT. LEWIS & CLARK THEATRE, PACIFIC HIGHWAY SOUTH (2003) -

MORNING:

The MINI-VAN parked in the empty PARKING LOT.

GARY (O.S.)

I know I left a body here back when

I was killing... but this place was

all grass back then.

EXT. RENTON SUBURB (2003) - MORNING

The MINI-VAN crawls, stopping and starting along the deserted

suburban street, followed by the rest of the CONVOY. A

peculiar sight.

GARY:

Here. No... further on. I’m pretty

sure I left something... or someone

right here. Back when those houses

weren’t there. Keep going...

GARY leans all over TOM as he desperately tries to see

something he remembers.

GARY (CONT’D)

Wait!

The VAN comes to an abrupt halt. GARY seems on the verge of

some important pronouncement.

GARY (CONT’D)

Actually... I don’t think I left

anything here at all.

GARY pleased with himself, looks to TOM. TOM head in hands.

GARY (CONT’D)

(disappointed)

I’m trying. I really am.

EXT. ROADSIDE EMBANKMENT, NEAR KENT VALLEY (2003) - DAY

The CONVOY is parked up along the edge of a very steep

embankment. A GUARD RAIL runs along it.

84.

TOM stands by his open door, looking over the edge of the

embankment. SUE PETERS and PROTHERO nearby, talking with

GRADDON.

TOM:

You’re telling me you managed to

get a body over this rail, and all

the way down there, on your own?

GARY:

(in the car)

No.

TOM:

That’s what you just said!

GARY:

No, it was further along, just over

there.

He points a bit further along the road to an identical area.

GARY (CONT'D)

You want me to show you?

TOM sees GRADDON approaching, tries to keep himself under

control.

TOM:

No. I want you to stay here. You

can direct me. I’m sure this won’t

take long.

TOM stalks off along the road, as PETERS, PROTHERO and

GRADDON join GARY.

GARY:

(watching TOM)

He shouldn’t walk with his hands in

his pockets like that. If he

tripped he wouldn’t be able to

break his fall.

PETERS:

I’ll be sure to tell him that.

TOM muttering to himself as he walks along.

TOM:

... such bullshit...

PETERS’ voice comes over TOM’s radio, as we see GARY emerge

from the VAN, off in the distance.

85.

PETERS:

(on radio)

Gary says to look over the rail

about there.

TOM looks back at them. GARY, standing with PETERS and

PROTHERO, points to the rail where TOM stands. TOM tries to

see down the embankment but there’s too much of a lip the

other side of the rail. He starts to climb over.

PETERS (CONT'D)

(on the radio)

Gary says “be careful”.

TOM:

(mutters to himself)

...yeah, right...

He gets over, and tentatively moves about halfway towards the

edge. He’s really high up.

On GARY watching him.

GARY:

If he gets closer to the edge, I’m

sure he’ll see something.

PETERS:

(on radio)

Gary says, can you get a little

closer?

With a deep breath, TOM moves slowly to the edge. GARY

watching him.

GARY:

Just a little further.

PETERS:

(into radio)

A little further, Tom.

TOM looks over at GARY. Is he ‘messing’ with him? GARY looks

over at TOM, impossible to read. TOM summons his nerve and

takes a step onto the very edge. As he does so, the earth

gives way under his footing, and he starts to slide down the

steep slope.

PROTHERO:

Did he just fall?

PETERS:

(into radio)

Tom? Tom, are you okay? Tom!

86.

TOM scrabbles to stop himself sliding down the embankment,

earth and stones falling around him. GARY watches,

implacable, as TOM keeps sliding.

INT. ADAMSON’S OFFICE, TASK FORCE HEADQUARTERS (1990) - DAY

TOM sits across from a tired looking ADAMSON.

ADAMSON:

It’s over, Tom. We’re shutting down

the Task Force.

TOM:

What do you mean, you’re shutting

it down?

ADAMSON:

The Executive says we’re done. Too

much money, not enough to show for

it. They say it’s been eight years

now and we’ve got nothing. So

they’re not prepared to keep

supporting us. I guess dead

prostitutes don’t win you too many

votes.

TOM:

But... what if we go to the press?

We could tell them...

ADAMSON:

Look, Tom. We all know he stopped

killing a long time ago. He’d

pretty much stopped before the Task

Force was even put together. He’s

either dead, in prison for

something else, or he’s just...

gone away.

TOM is in shock, can’t find the words.

ADAMSON (CONT’D)

I’m being moved. They’re calling it

a promotion, but... well, it sure

doesn’t feel like it. There’s a

place for you in Major Crimes if

you want it, but... How would you

feel about keeping the lights on

here at Green River? Apparently, it

would look bad if it was shut down

altogether, politically-speaking,

and you know the case better than

anyone.

(MORE)

87.

ADAMSON (CONT’D)

Besides, you’re the only one who

knows how to turn that damn

computer on.

TOM:

(grabs at this life-line)

Sir, I’ll... I’ll sweep the floors,

if that’s what it takes to stay on

this.

ADAMSON:

Good. I’m glad you feel that way.

As ADAMSON continues, cut to:

INT. TASK FORCE HEADQUARTERS (1990) - DAY

TOM stands in the large room as it starts to be dismantled.

In a series of time-cuts we see charts, files, everything

being boxed up and removed.

ADAMSON (O.S.)

We’ll find you an office. You’ll

still have access to everything, of

course, but it all has to be put in

storage. You can call on Jim Doyon

if you need any help, but... well,

it’s pretty much just you now, Tom.

TOM is left, alone, in the large, empty room.

ADAMSON (O.S.) (CONT’D)

You know none of us want to let

this go. We’ll all be pulling for

you, Detective.

Just TOM and the VICTIM’S PHOTOGRAPHS. He stands looking at

them.

REICHERT (O.S.)

I didn’t realize anyone was still

here.

TOM turns to see REICHERT, resplendent in full uniform,

standing in the doorway. His hair is now almost completely

white.

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