Insomnia Page #4

He bends down to smell her hair.

WILL (cont'd)

He washed her hair.

Takes a handful and lets it fall from his fingers.

WILL (cont'd)

Combed it.

Continues around the table. Picks up one of her hands.

Examines her fingers, her nails.

WILL (cont'd)

Cleaned under her fingernails. Clipped

them.

Continues down around her feet. Checks between her first and

second toes.

WILL (cont'd)

Toes, too.

(to Fred)

You found nothing on the body?

FRED:

No.

WILL:

No fibers, skin flakes, hairs...

FRED:

Like I said, no. We know about those

things up here.

Will stands there. Looking down at the body. Slim. Young.

Beautiful. Skin like marble.

WILL:

He knew exactly what we'd be looking for.

Made sure to cover up all his tracks.

HAP:

Even the best make mistakes.

Will looks up and locks eyes with his partner.

INT. PIONEER LODGE - NIGHTMUTE - NIGHT

Will and Hap enter the lobby of the Pioneer Lodge. Big stone

fireplace and heavy ceiling beams. MOOSE ANTLERS mounted

above reception. They put their bags down by the desk. Look

around.

RACHEL (O.S.)

Lower forty-eight.

They turn. RACHEL CLEMENT stands in a doorway behind the

desk. Dunking a teabag into a mug. Long dark hair and

intelligent eyes.

HAP:

Lower forty-eight?

RACHEL:

You're not from here. I can tell by your

walk.

HAP:

Oh? And how's that?

RACHEL:

Unsure.

Hap smiles at her. Will checks his watch.

WILL:

Detectives Will Dormer and Hap Eckhart.

There should be a reservation for us.

Rachel looks at him. Goes to a small file box on the desk.

RACHEL:

(to Hap)

Your friend's all business.

WILL:

I'm always all business.

He glances out the window. It's as bright as day.

WILL (cont'd)

Is it really 9:
30?

RACHEL:

(nods)

Alaskan summers. Hope you're an easy

sleeper. It'll be like this all night.

She hands them two cards.

RACHEL (cont'd)

Sign here.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - NIGHT

Will's taken off his jacket and is unpacking. The room is

sparse and creaky. Bed dips in the middle. He hangs a

jacket in the armoire then returns to his suitcase. Pulls

out his SMITH AND WESSON 45.

Lays it on the bedside table. Takes out a shoulder holster.

A back holster. A handful of shells. Lays them on the

table. Then a small SMITH AND WESSON 39/13 9MM. Checks the

magazine.

There's a KNOCK on the adjoining door.

HAP (O.S.)

Me.

Will SLAPS the magazine back.

WILL:

Come on in.

Hap opens the door. A glimpse into his room: family PICTURES

on his bedside table - a WOMAN and three teenage GIRLS.

HAP:

See you have the same decor as my room.

He walks over to the big window. It overlooks the harbor.

Big, snow-capped mountains in the distance. One lone TUGBOAT

in the harbor towing a freighter.

HAP (cont'd)

Same view, too.

(looks out)

I've been watching that tugboat for the

last half hour. So small, pulling all

that weight.

(beat)

We have to talk, Will.

Will reaches into his suitcase. Pulls out a shirt.

WILL:

What do you want to talk about?

HAP:

You know what about.

Will throws him a look.

WILL:

We'll talk when we get back to Seattle.

HAP:

When's that, a week? Two weeks?...

(heads over to him)

We have to figure out a plan of action

now.

WILL:

You know my plan of action.

HAP:

To do nothing.

WILL:

That's right.

HAP:

Dammit, Will. Warfield had me locked up

in his office again for five hours

yesterday. Five hours. Asking all kinds

of questions...

WILL:

He's asking everybody questions.

HAP:

But he's zeroing in on me. On us.

Everyone's talking about it.

WILL:

He's just rattling your cage.

HAP:

Well, I gotta tell you. With a wife,

three kids, and a pension plan in the

balance, it's rattling hard.

WILL:

We say nothing. It goes away. Simple as

that.

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