Insomnia Page #12

WILL:

Goddammit!

He gets tangled in it.

WILL (cont'd)

Goddamned...thing!

Pulls it off and flings it in the corner.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - 4:22 A.M.

The digital clock flips to a new minute: 4:23. Will,

pacing. Scratching at his stubble. Unable to sleep. Keeps

stepping on a SQUEAKY floorboard.

Slows near the ADJOINING DOOR that leads into Hap's room.

Hovers. Lightly pushes the door open. Sees...

THE PICTURES on the bedside table. A WOMAN and three teenage

GIRLS. Hap's family.

INT. BATHROOM - 5:18 A.M.

Water gushing out of the faucet. Will's WATCH sitting on the

sink's edge. 5:
18.

Will reaches up into the open medicine cabinet for a bottle

of aspirin. Shakes out a couple. Cups his hand under the

water and knocks the pills back.

Closes the medicine cabinet and CRIES out...

HAP'S REFLECTION

looming behind him.

HAP:

They're watching us, Will...

Will whirls around...

WILL:

Hap!

...nothing. No one's there.

EXT. MAINSTREET - NIGHTMUTE - MORNING

CLOSE ON running shoes, POUNDING the tarmac. PULL BACK to

reveal Will running down Nightmute's main street. Eyes

bloodshot.

A COUPLE NATIVE ALASKANS walking into a hardware store. Stop

talking and glance over at him.

A YOUNG MOTHER in her husband's work shirt. Lifts her small

KIDS into the cab of a 4x4. Watches him pass.

AN OLDER MAN fixing the broken "E" on his store front. Turns

at the sound of Will's footfall.

Everyone edgy. Cautious. A murderer amongst them.

Will continues on. Looking straight ahead. Wipes the sweat

from his neck. Slows to a stop just outside the...

LOCAL CONVENIENCE STORE

A blown-up picture of KAY CONNELL in the window. Below, a

painted sign:
We miss you, Kay.

A stack of newspapers by the front door. The "Nightmute

Ledger." The headline: Seattle Cop Killed by Suspect.

Will picks one up. Stares down at it. Rain starts to dot

the paper.

CHIEF NYBACK (O.S.)

...We're going to bring down a couple of

guys from Ridgemount, but I want us to

step up the investigation here...

INT. BULLPEN - NIGHTMUTE PD - CONTINUOUS

Rain hammering against the windows. Chief Nyback addresses

the bullpen. Everyone's there except Farrell.

CHIEF NYBACK:

...Nightmute hasn't lost an officer in

thirty-seven years, and even though

Detective Eckhart wasn't from here, he

was as good as one of us on this case. I

had the honor of working with him down in

Seattle for a number of years. He was a

fine detective and an even better man.

Will stands nearby, watching the rain hit the windows. His

suit pants are slightly wrinkled. Nyback nods towards Fred.

CHIEF NYBACK (cont'd)

Fred, you'll be working with Detective

Dormer directly from now on.

Fred, stroking his moustache, nods. Nyback turns to Will.

CHIEF NYBACK (cont'd)

Will? Anything you'd like to add?

Will looks up. Everyone's eyes turn to him. He shakes his

head.

CHIEF NYBACK:

Okay. Then let's get to it.

Feet shuffling. Chairs scraping the floor as people get up.

A sense of determination in the air. Will grabs his coat.

ELLIE (O.S.)

Detective Dormer?

He turns. Ellie is beside him, holding a map.

ELLIE (cont'd)

I'm sorry to bother you, but I was asked

to write the report on...

(lowers eyes)

...you know what I was asked to write the

report on...

(looks back up)

...Could you, just to be accurate, for

the report, could you just point out

where you were when you saw Detective

Eckhart yesterday?

She holds out the map. It's of the small stretch of

coastline. Red circles marking various points.

Will looks down at her. Takes the map. Turns it around.

WILL:

It's good to be accurate, Ellie. You're

doing your job.

He looks down at the map. Ellie watching his face.

ELLIE:

I'm so sorry about what happened. I know

you did everything you could...

Will points to a spot. Cutting her off.

WILL:

I was here.

Hands her back the map. Smiles. Just then Fred walks up.

FRED:

Dormer. Still no sign of the bullet that

went through Farrell.

WILL:

I'm going to the hospital to talk to him

now.

(looks at his watch)

You get the search party together. No

fewer than thirty people. I'll meet you

in exactly twenty-five minutes. Don't

waste any time.

He pulls on his coat and heads for the door. Fred watches

him leave. Sticks a toothpick in his mouth.

FRED:

Partner or no partner. That guy's a

prick.

ELLIE:

He has to be a prick, Fred. He's a great

detective.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - ST. FRANCIS HOSPITAL - DAY

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