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Insomnia Page #6
Will looks over at her. Smiles.
WILL:
Don't give misdemeanors a bad rap.
ELLIE:
But they're so boring. All small stuff.
WILL:
It's all about the small stuff. Small
lies. Small mistakes. Small oversights.
People give themselves away in a traffic
violation just as much as they do in a
murder case. It's human nature.
He looks over. Ellie's listening intently.
WILL (cont'd)
Aren't you going to write that down?
Ellie, searching her pockets for something to write with...
ELLIE:
Let me just...
Stops. Looks over. Realises Will's teasing her.
A small ranch house. Aluminum siding. FLOWERS piled up by
the front door. TEDDY BEARS. RIBBONS. Left by well-wishers.
MRS. CONNELL (O.S.)
I haven't tidied up, since Fred told me
not to touch anything.
INT. HALLWAY - CONNELL HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
MRS. CONNELL, a big woman with a thick grey braid down her
back, opens the door to her daughter's room. Looks at Will.
MRS. CONNELL
I don't believe in keeping a child's room
like a shrine.
Will heads into the room. Hap follows. A palpable
uneasiness between them. Fred and Ellie stand in the
doorway. Mrs. Connell turns to go.
INT. KAY CONNELL'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
A small bedroom. Pink shag carpeting and clouds painted on
the ceiling. Pictures cut from magazines pasted on the
walls. A stack of tapes and a boom box in the corner.
Will stands in the middle of the room. Taking it in.
WILL:
Typical seventeen year-old.
(beat)
She went to a party Friday night?
ELLIE:
Down at a local dive the kids like to
hang out in.
Fred throws Ellie a look. "Kids?" She's practically a kid
herself. Will opens the top drawer of the bureau. Roots
beneath the panties.
WILL:
No diary.
On top of the bureau, a stack of photos. A couple torn up.
Kay Connell and a GIRL with white-blonde hair. Laughing.
FRED:
She left the party early. Friends said
she had a fight with her boyfriend and
stormed out.
WILL:
What time was that?
FRED:
Around twelve-thirty.
Hap picks up a bear on Kay's bed. A bell JINGLES when he
shakes it. Will crosses to a closet in the corner.
WILL:
Who was the last one to see her alive?
FRED:
Randy Stetz. Her boyfriend. We've
questioned him, searched his place.
Didn't find anything.
Will pulls a dress out of the closet. Small, black, elegant.
The tag's been cut out. He pulls out another, then another.
Feels the fabric.
WILL:
These are designer. Expensive.
(looks up)
Could Randy Stetz afford these?
Fred and Ellie exchange a look.
ELLIE:
He fixes boat engines.
Will looks around. Cheap wallpaper, torn window screens.
WILL:
Well her mother didn't buy them for her.
HAP:
What are we thinking?
Will reaches over to a heart-shaped box on the bedside table.
Pulls out a pretty gold necklace. Holds it up.
WILL:
Kay Connell had an admirer.
He hands the dresses to Ellie. Heads out of the room.
WILL (cont'd)
I want to talk to the boyfriend.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
CLOSE ON a hand squeezing a shoulder. Hard.
WILL:
You don't seem all that sad.
The shoulder jerks away. PULL BACK to reveal RANDY STETZ
sitting at a wooden table in an interrogation room. Longish
blond hair, wearing a Metallica t-shirt, trying like hell to
grow a moustache.
RANDY:
I haven't had a chance! You f***ers been
all over my back since Monday!
He takes out a cigarette. It's bent. He lights it. Hap
sits opposite.
HAP:
You know smoking stunts your growth.
Randy throws him a look.
RANDY:
Yeah, okay, fat-ass.
HAP:
(smiles at Will)
More Alaskan hospitality.
Will goes over to a coffee machine. Pours a cup.
WILL:
Did you love her?
RANDY:
Huh?
WILL:
Kay Connell. Did you love her?
Randy flicks his ash. Shrugs.
RANDY:
Sure. She was nice.
Will turns with his coffee.
WILL:
"She was nice." Wow. That makes me all
soft inside. Ever occur to you she
didn't love you back?
RANDY:
Huh?
WILL:
You heard me that time.
RANDY:
She loved me. She wanted to see me every
night.
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