Jennifer 8 Page #31

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BERLIN:

You read my report, Sir.

St ANNE

I'm asking a question ..

BERLIN:

Because he reads I'm investigating

the disappearance of her friend, &

Miss Robertson becomes the focus of

his anxiety. How good of a "witness"

is she? He's crazy, but not stupid,

he's intelligent. Got a flexible M.

O., and he doesn't wanna get caught.

St ANNE

Just like "Jack The Ripper?"

This is meant to humiliate and meant to annoy and it does both.

Alright, we'll have plenty of time

to discuss your "Mystery Man," and

his "flexibility" later, Right now,

I'd like to talk about the "event."

127:
INT. ANTI ROOM/INTERROGATION. POLICE STATION. DAY.

CITRINE rests on his cane staring through the one-way glass. A

menu of anxieties. But perhaps sadness is his principal expres-

sion. His eyes slide to the ASSISTANT "Can you turn that thing

on?" Glad to oblige and Voices cut in. This is CITRINE'S P.O.V.

St ANNE [BERLIN]

Alright, the door comes back and

hits you? Knocks you down? Knocks

you out? For how long? [I don't

know] Approximately, you figure?

A minute? [O.K.] O.K. then what

happened? Immediately you get up?

128:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM. POLICE STATION. DAY.

BERLIN:

I realized the flashlight was

at the bottom of the stairs

St ANNE

Did you check your weapon?

BERLIN:

Maybe. It would have been

instinctive. All I know was

I was in possession of it ..

St ANNE

You didn't check it?

BERLIN:

Not that I specifically remember.

St ANNE

Why not?

BERLIN:

I don't know. I wasn't think-

ing about it .. I was dazed ..

St ANNE

You were woozy? Confused?

BERLIN:

I was unconscious 10 seconds ago.

St ANNE

I understand. Then?

BERLIN:

Then I picked up the flashlight,

tried to get Ross on the radio ..

Nothing. Static. I got blood on

my hand, realized my eye was cut.

St ANNE

Could you see out of it?

BERLIN:

Yeah, I could see. Then I ran.

Climbed out of the window, ran

down the fire escape, and right

at the bottom, I found Ross ..

St ANNE

Were you breathless?

BERLIN:

Sure I was breathless ...

St ANNE

When did you realize you were no

longer in possession of the .25?

BERLIN:

Not until I was in the hospital.

St ANNE

You figure you lost it in the

hospital? Or on the way there?

BERLIN:

No, I thought it must have

fallen down the stairwell.

St ANNE [BERLIN]

Like the flashlight? [Yeah] Had

you been drinking that night?

BERLIN:

It was Christmas Eve.

St ANNE

That wasn't my question?

BERLIN:

Yes.

St ANNE [BERLIN]

How about Ross? [Sure] Were

you drinking in the car? [?]

There was a bottle in the car?

BERLIN:

I think Ross had a mouthful?

St ANNE

But not you?

BERLIN:

I may have had a nip?

St ANNE

To keep out the cold? .. Very cold

that night, very windy, wasn't it?

St ANNE motors off & refers to notes without looking at BERLIN.

Which hand was the flashlight in?

BERLIN:

My left hand.

St ANNE

And the Walther was in your right?

BERLIN:

The Beretta was in my right hand ..

St ANNE

You said you didn't check it? So how

d'you know which gun you're holding?

The chair moves back in and its pilot has an icicle up his ass.

You said you figured it had fallen

down the stairs with the flashlight?

You said you were confused? You pick

up the flashlight in confusion, how

d'you know you didn't pick up the 25?

BERLIN:

Let's not start playing games, Mr St Anne.

St ANNE

Games?

BERLIN:

I told you, I'd lost the Walther ..

St ANNE

You told me you didn't know you'd

lost it until you were in the hos-

pital? So, if you didn't know till

then, it coulda been either weapon?

BERLIN:

The gun in my hand was a Beretta.

And for the record, I want that

note corrected. Now, please, Sir.

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