Insomnia Page #28

INT. RANDY STETZ'S ROOM - NIGHTMUTE - DAY

A dark, narrow boarding room. A HAND reaches through an open

window. Feels for the lock on the door. CLICK.

Will enters Randy Stetz's place. Cigarette butts, electric

guitar, Hustler centerfolds tacked on the walls.

He looks around. Every inch of him revolting against what

he's about to do.

EXT. ROCKY BEACH - CONTINUOUS

The sound of waves. A slight breeze. Ellie walking along

the water.

Looking down. Brow furrowed. Stops and puts her hands on

her hips.

INT. RANDY STETZ'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Will heads over to a hanging sheet on the other side of the

room. Pulls it aside. A MOTORBIKE being repaired. Parts

and tools all over the place.

Pulls the 357 Ruger from his pocket with a handkerchief.

Spots a COFFEE CAN on a shelf. Filled with thick oil.

EXT. ROCKY BEACH - CONTINUOUS

Something catches Ellie's eye. GLINTING from between the

rocks. She bends down. Pulls a pencil from her backpack.

Spears something and holds it up.

A SHELL CASING.

INT. RANDY STETZ'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Will, drops the 357 into the oil. Turns and heads back

across the room. Hesitates. At the door. Turns back.

Looking at the oil can. Takes a step back towards it when he

hears...

The sound of a SQUAD CAR. Pulling up outside.

Too late.

EXT. RANDY STETZ'S ROOM - LATER

Will stands just outside the doorway into Randy's room.

UNIFORMED OFFICERS inside searching the place. Tearing down

pictures. Turning out doors. Ripping up carpet. Randy's

voice. In protest.

RANDY (O.S.)

You can't f***ing do this!

Will hears some SCUFFLING. The sheet being pulled down. The

CLATTER of tools.

RANDY (O.S.)

Hey! I'm working on that!

Parts pulled off the shelves. The bike, shoved to the side.

Then. A SILENCE. Followed by...

OFFICER (O.S.)

Found something.

Will shuts his eyes. Heavy FOOTSTEPS head over to the bike.

Someone's pulled the gun from the can.

RANDY (O.S.)

What the f*** is that!

Fred's voice, calm.

FRED (O.S.)

That's it. Let's bag it.

More FOOTSTEPS. Randy, desperate.

RANDY (O.S.)

That's not mine, man! That's not mine!

Will opens his eyes. Fred's voice. Almost sympathetic.

FRED (O.S.)

Randy...

RANDY (O.S.)

No way, man!

More SCUFFLING. A chair knocked over. Something SMASHES.

Will looks down at the floor as

FRED AND A UNIFORMED COP struggle to drag Randy through the

doorway. Randy writhes, kicks, tugs. Screams.

RANDY (cont'd)

That ain't mine!

Fred grabs Randy's shoulder.

FRED:

C'mon, Randy.

Randy squirms. Turns. Looks right into Will's eyes. Gone

is the bluster. Gone is the attitude. Randy Stetz, lost

kid. Tears streaming down his face.

RANDY:

I swear to God. I didn't kill her. I

swear to God...

EXT. GARAGE APARTMENT - DAY

Will stands outside the garage apartment. Wind whipping his

coat. Watches as a Nightmute PD SQUAD CAR pulls off with

Randy Stetz in the back.

Fred sees him, heads over.

FRED:

You look like sh*t, cowboy.

Will shifts his eyes to him.

WILL:

That's an understatement.

Fred half-smiles. Watches the receding squad car.

FRED:

Looks like we can wrap this one up.

Will barely nods. Fred pulls his baseball cap on.

FRED (cont'd)

We're getting together for a couple of

beers later on. Might not be the Seattle

thing to do. But you're welcome to come.

Fred puts out his hand to shake. Truce. Will looks at him.

Takes it.

INT. SHANTY BAR - NIGHTMUTE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON a tray of dark beer. Five glasses, foam sloshing.

FARRELL (O.S.)

I can't believe it. Randy Stetz.

PULL BACK to reveal Farrell, Rich, Francis, and Will sitting

at a small, round table. Fred's passing out the beers. Dive

bar. MUSIC blaring. 3 a.m. Happy Hour! banner on the wall.

Place packed with rough-looking FISHERMEN.

Rich takes a glass from Fred.

RICH:

What do you mean, you can't believe it?

FRANCIS:

He was an a**hole.

FARRELL:

That doesn't mean anything.

Fred sits. Takes a sip of his beer. To Farrell.

FRED:

Didn't you grow up with him?

Farrell shifts in his seat.

FARRELL:

Our dads were on the same boat.

(to Will)

We used to wait for them together.

Will nods. Jostled by the crowd. Reaches for his beer.

FRANCIS:

He used to pick fights at the gas

station.

RICH:

And remember when he did all those donut

holes that one summer?

He and Francis GUFFAW.

FRED:

Just a bad seed.

Farrell looks over at Will.

FARRELL:

How do you like our beer?

Will slams down his empty glass. Squeezes his eyes open and

shut. Loud music. Cigarette smoke.

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