Insomnia Page #16

Suddenly, he stops talking. Slowly sits up. Sensing

something. Ellie, noticing the shift.

ELLIE:

You okay?

The row of DADS behind them. Jump up and start CHEERING.

CUT TO:

POV OF THE PERSON

WATCHING WILL. Sees him sit up. Look around. That same

prickle at the back of his neck. A KID slides home just as...

CUT BACK TO:

...Will stands. Trying to shake the feeling.

WILL:

I'm going back to the Lodge, Ellie.

Still need to go through some of Kay

Connell's school records.

ELLIE:

(unsure)

Okay.

He turns to go, scanning the area. Ellie calls after him.

ELLIE (cont'd)

Try to get some sleep!

EXT. NIGHTMUTE MORGUE - EARLY MORNING

The Nightmute morgue. Next morning. A SQUAD CAR pulls up.

Francis gets out, whistling. Starts for the morgue's

entrance.

INT./EXT. JEEP CHEROKEE - EARLY MORNING

Will in the Cherokee. Dark circles under his eyes. Suit

jacket wrinkled. Pulls in next to Francis' squad car.

WILL:

(calls out window)

Officer!...

Francis turns.

WILL:

I'll pick it up. You head back to the

station.

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHTMUTE MORGUE - EARLY MORNING

Will walking down a hallway. Fluorescent lights.

Cinderblock walls. On his cell phone.

WILL:

(into phone)

Duggar - I'm at the coroner's now. I'll

be back in about twenty minutes...

Stops at an open doorway in time to see

THE CORONER pull a sheet over the cold, blue body of Hap

Eckhart.

Will's heart lurches. He grabs on to the door jamb. Wasn't

ready for that. The coroner looks up.

CORONER:

Detective. Thought you were sending one

of your lackeys.

Will clears his throat. Closes his cell phone.

WILL:

I thought it was better if I came. Under

the circumstances.

The coroner nods. Goes to wash her hands.

CORONER:

It's different when you know them, isn't

it?

(nods to clipboard)

Just sign over there and she's all yours.

Shrugs off her lab coat. She's wearing a blue dress. Looks

like a piano teacher. Heads into an adjoining office.

Will. Alone. Steps into the room. The smell of

formaldehyde. Bloody instruments on a stainless steel tray.

Walks towards the clipboard, eyes flicking over to the shape

under the sheet when...

SUDDENLY Hap's HAND drops down. Thick fingers. Wedding

band.

Will jumps...

CORONER (O.S.)

Your partner didn't suffer much...

The coroner re-emerges from the office with a manila

envelope. Hap Eckhart written on it in black pen.

CORONER (cont'd)

Maybe for a minute or two.

Will rubs his face. Tries to focus on the clipboard. The

coroner holds out the envelope. Smiles.

CORONER (cont'd)

Just enough time to reflect.

WILL:

Thanks, Doc.

He takes the envelope. The coroner peers up at him.

CORONER:

You're looking a little green, Detective.

INT. BULLPEN - NIGHTMUTE PD - DAY

Fred Duggar, dialing the phone at his cluttered desk.

WILL (O.S.)

So where's the other bullets?

He looks up. Will standing before him, holding the manila

envelope.

INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHTMUTE PD - DAY

CLOSE on a key slipping into a padlock. Opens with a CLICK!

PULL BACK to reveal Fred and Will in a small storage room.

Standing in front of an army-green LOCKER. The evidence

locker. Room's stuffed with old files and boxes. MOOSE

ANTLERS hanging over a small window. Will glances up.

WILL:

What's with all the moose antlers around

here?

Fred throws a look over his shoulder. Opens the locker.

FRED:

Lots of moose.

INSIDE THE LOCKER - another manila envelope. The name on

this one:
Farrell Brooks.

Fred reaches back for the other envelope. Will, hesitant to

give it to him. Feeling the bump of the bullet in the bottom

corner. Hands it over. Wipes his brow.

WILL:

When's Rich coming?

Fred slides it in beside Farrell's. Closes the locker door.

FRED:

I'll call him now.

WILL:

First I need a copy of the key.

Fred turns, a twinkle in his eye.

FRED:

This isn't Seattle, Detective. We don't

have copies.

(holds up key)

This is the only one.

Will looks at him. At the key. Plucks it from his hand.

Just then Nyback's SECRETARY appears in the doorway.

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