Insomnia Page #10

EXT. UP ON THE BEACH - CONTINUOUS

Ellie, weapon drawn, making her way down the rocks. A HAND

suddenly grabs her arm.

VOICE (O.S.)

Dammit, Ellie!...

Fred emerges from the fog.

FRED (cont'd)

Put that thing away! Farrell's down!...

CRACK! as another shot rips through the air. Fred and Ellie

freeze.

EXT. DOWN BY THE WATER - MINUTES LATER

Fred and Ellie, skittering down the rocks. Getting closer to

the water. Hear a voice ring out...

VOICE (O.S.)

Hap!

The fog starts to dissipate. They reach the water to see...

WILL DORMER:

kneeling beside the body of his partner. Lying in the water.

Shot in the stomach. Blood dribbling from his mouth. Will

grabs him up by the collar.

WILL:

Hap!

Starts shaking the limp body. Teeth clenched.

WILL (cont'd)

Hap!

Hap's head, rolls back. Mouth agape. Face white...

Will, rips off his tie. Presses it to the gaping wound...

trying to stop the bleeding...warm blood, pumping into the

water...

Ellie watches. Horrified. Fred races over to the body.

Feels for Hap's pulse.

FRED:

Dormer...

Will, shaking Hap again. Jaw set. Eyes intense. Veins

popping up along his temples. Fred catches his shoulder.

FRED (cont'd)

Dormer! He's gone.

Will looks up at Fred. His face contorts.

Suddenly leaps to his feet. Grabs a rock and hurls it

savagely into the thick fog.

INT. CHIEF CHARLES NYBACK'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Chief Nyback sits in his chair. Fingers interlaced. A

somber expression on his face.

CHIEF NYBACK:

And then you lost him.

Will sits opposite him. Wet, dishevelled, dirty. Hap's

blood smeared all over his shirt. Staring off into space.

WILL:

And then I lost him. In the fog.

CHIEF NYBACK:

About how long 'til you heard the

suspect's second shot?

Will, hesitates.

WILL:

Twenty, thirty seconds. I followed the

sound down to the water. That's where...

He blinks. Looks down. Swallows.

WILL (cont'd)

That's where I found Hap.

Nyback sighs, shakes his head. Reaches down to his bottom

drawer and pulls out a bottle of bourbon and a glass.

CHIEF NYBACK:

I think you need a glass of this.

He goes to unscrew the bottle, but Will shakes his head.

Stands. Paces. Rakes his hand through his hair.

Turns suddenly and swipes his arm across Nyback's desk.

Everything CRASHES to the floor.

WILL:

(yells)

Why didn't I know about that goddamn

tunnel, Charlie?

Nyback looks up at him. Calm.

CHIEF NYBACK:

There's a bunch of those tunnels out

there, Will. From bunkers over sixty

years old. I don't even know half of

them myself, and I grew up here.

Will clenches his fists.

WILL:

I had him, Charlie. Right in front of

me. Not two feet. I could smell the son-

of-a-b*tch. Playing with me. And I

missed the shot. He was right there and

I missed the shot! Then my goddamned gun

jammed...

Nyback gets up. Limps over to his old friend.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Will, you can't blame yourself.

WILL:

I had him!

CHIEF NYBACK:

It's only gonna make you crazy.

Just then there's a soft KNOCK on the door. The men look

over. Ellie sticks her head in. Speaks in a tone that

belies that a man has recently died.

ELLIE:

You wanted to see me?

Will turns his back to her. Nyback heads over.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Right, Ellie.

Ellie flicks a look at the pile on the floor. At Will's

back.

CHIEF NYBACK (cont'd)

I want you to take care of the

investigation into Detective Eckhart's

shooting.

Ellie looks at him. Confused. Lowers her voice.

ELLIE:

But what about the Connell case? I'm on

the Connell case.

Nyback puts a hand on her shoulder.

CHIEF NYBACK:

We need paperwork, Ellie. You know that.

Just write up a quick report.

Ellie's shoulders droop. Thought she was playing with the

big boys. Just then Will turns abruptly and grabs his coat.

WILL:

I'm going to check on the roadblocks...

Nyback catches his arm.

CHIEF NYBACK:

You're no good right now, Will. Go back

to the Lodge. Try to get some rest.

Will looks at him. Know's he's right.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHTMUTE - DAY

CLOSE ON a SQUEALING tire, ripping around a curve...

INT./EXT. SILVER JEEP CHEROKEE - CONTINUOUS

Will driving. Speeding. Scenery whipping past the window.

His hands, tight around the steering wheel. The hula-girl,

dancing beneath the rear view mirror, a smile plastered to

her face.

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