Insomnia Page #25

Will stops, turns to look back at her. Confused.

ELLIE (cont'd)

The baseball game. Our team...

Slings the bag over her shoulder.

ELLIE (cont'd)

...We won.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - PIONEER LODGE - LATE NIGHT

Clock flicks to 3:00 A.M. Will, pacing in his room. Shirt

off. Rib cage wrapped in a bandage. Looking through...

A STACK OF MESSAGES. All from John Warfield. He discards

them one by one. Can barely focus...

SUDDENLY the phone RINGS. He lunges for it.

WILL:

(grabbing it)

Listen to me, you son-of-a-b*tch...

Interrupted by a CLICK...

RECORDED VOICE:

...I saw you look right into his eyes

and shoot him...

Walter Byrd's voice. Recorded from that afternoon.

RECORDED VOICE (cont'd)

...Seattle's great hero. Shooting his

own partner. I saw it all...

Will, hears his own voice...

RECORDED VOICE (cont'd)

That was an accident!...

WILL:

Goddammit, Byrd!

Then, another clumsy CLICK. Walter Byrd gets on.

WALTER:

You'd have done the same thing, Will. I

know you would...

He hangs up.

Will SLAMS down the receiver. Then again. And again. Yanks

the cord out of the wall and HURLS the phone across the room.

EXT. ROCKY BEACH - OUTSIDE NIGHTMUTE - MORNING

...The DARK FIGURE. Disappearing back into the fog. Closing

in around him like milky water...

We whip out our SMITH 39/13...plunge in after him...taking

chase...BREATHING hard...leaping from rock to rock...the FOG,

blanket thick...tightening around us...

Our feet. Hit water. Up to our ankles. Icy cold. We

run...sloshing through...when...

SUDDENLY:

A DARK FIGURE. Appears ahead. Big and hulking...CRASHING

towards us...

We raise our weapon...quick as a flash...as the FIGURE

emerges...

And in a split second...

WE LOCK EYES WITH FIGURE's - his eyes, brown and gentle...

CRACK! We fire! The FIGURE grips his gut, falls into the

water.

Heart POUNDING. Adrenaline PUMPING. We slosh towards the

body. Something...catching our eye...

A 357 RUGER

lying in the rocks. Off to the side. We grab it. Turn back

to the body...

And stop cold.

That's when it hits us. That's when we realize...

INT. WILL'S ROOM - LATE NIGHT

Will bolts up. White as a sheet.

WILL:

I didn't know!

His body, drenched in sweat. His breathing, quick and

ragged. Caught up in the twisted sheets of his bed. Looks

across the room and sees

HAP:

sitting in the corner. Eating an apple with a penknife.

HAP:

You sure about that, buddy?

He smiles. Sympathetic. Looks over at the window just as...

The BLANKET. Drops to the floor.

LIGHT floods the room.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - 4:02 A.M.

With a GRUNT Will puts his back into it. Shoving the heavy

oak bureau towards the window. Sweat beading his face.

A...few...more...shoves. And the bureau finally stands in

front of the window. WIll stands back to take a look. Only

covers half of it.

WILL:

F***!

INT. WILL'S ROOM - 4:35 A.M.

Red-faced, Will leans into the wooden armoire. Shimmying it

towards the window...

CUT TO:

EXT. PIONEER LODGE - NIGHT

Ellie. Sitting in her truck. Parked behind the Pioneer

Lodge. Rubbbing her eyes. Sleepy. Looking up at

WILL'S WINDOW

concerned.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. WILL'S ROOM - 4:35 A.M.

With one last heave, Will gets the armoire to the window.

Light still shining through the cracks.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - 4:50 A.M.

Will shoving magazines, blankets, sheets, pillows. Anything.

To fill the cracks. To cover the light. His eyes. Like a

crazy man's...

SUDDENLY a knock on the door. Will turns.

RACHEL (O.S.)

Detective Dormer?

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Rachel standing out in the hallway. Will opens the door.

RACHEL:

(startled by his appearance)

Will...I...

WILL:

What is it?

RACHEL:

There's a guy down the hall. Complaining

about the noise.

(beat)

Says he can't sleep.

Will gives a half-smile. F***ing irony. Heads back into...

INT. WILL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

...his room. Rachel follows. Looks around at the mess.

RACHEL:

Are you alright?

Will grabs up a sweater.

WILL:

I'm fine.

He heads back over to the window. Rachel now notices all the

stuff piled up. Softens her voice.

RACHEL:

Did something happen?

Will. Cramming the sweater into a crack.

WILL:

No.

Rachel walks up behind him. His cramming, more desperate.

More urgent.

RACHEL:

Will...

He grabs a magazine.

WILL:

The light. It keeps coming in...

Rachel reaches out. Catches his arm.

RACHEL:

Will.

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