Jennifer 8 Page #35

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Not a switch-blade but by snapping it like a whip it locks out.

Gimme your hand.

Too terrified to obey and her inability momentarily angers him.

Gimme your fucken hand.

HELENA lifts her hand and he takes it. He runs the edge of the

blade over her palm. Then closes her fingers around the handle.

You like it?

She is paralyzed except for the tears spilling down her cheeks.

I cut your friend's

head off with that ..

Words come out she can barely hear herself. "You are a coward."

You say something, Jenny?

In this terrible silence she hears a double hiss of an aerosol.

I'd like to cut you. I'd like to

cut you so bad .. But ain't life

strange? You're my little buddy

now .. I guess we all got lucky?

140:
EXT. CAR PARK. POLICE STATION. CITY OF EUREKA. DAY.

Fog and dusk in that order. Headlights descend the slope. Park

and CITRINE plus cane get out. As he crosses the lot a Uniform

fires up a Harley. Next face is SERATO heading for his car. He

accosts the Chief with a piece of paper. It is read with escal-

ating incredulity. This would be comic if it wasn't so serious.

SERATO:

She's in love with him,

Chief, and try anything?

CITRINE:

Are you going up there?

SERATO:

No, I just sent Travis.

I've got a call to make.

CITRINE:

What about the man? .. Has he

seen this? .. [No he hasn't] ..

Alright, make your call, and

get up there ... Bullshit or

not, I wanna proper statement ..

141:
INT. ANTI ROOM/INTERROGATION. POLICE STATION. DAY.

CITRINE walks in in his overcoat. BISLEY looks across from the

window. And the ASSISTANT up from a crossword. "Are they busy?"

ASSISTANT:

No, Sir, they just got back.

CITRINE:

Would you ask Mr St Anne

to come in here a moment?

The ASSISTANT does it via phone. And BISLEY looks over unhappy.

BISLEY:

I hear I've been nominated

as an official "observer?"

CITRINE:

It's either you, or Taylor?

BISLEY:

He don't wanna do it either.

CITRINE:

I'll toss a coin for you. But

one of you is going in today ..

St ANNE comes in blowing his nose. CITRINE shoves him the mess~

age. He reads it with similar incredulity (but perhaps a touch

more amusement than Citrine) "What d'you wanna do with it, Sir?"

What do you wanna do with it?

St ANNE

Let him have it .. I don't

mind putting a little salt

at the edge of his plate ..

142:
EXT. FRONT YARD. BERLIN'S HOUSE. DUSK.

A single light in a downstairs room. The house is stifled with

fog. A brown police Chevy parked out front. Here comes another

to join it. As BERLIN gets out SERATO appears on the porch. He

descends stairs with the impartial expression of a working cop.

BERLIN:

I need a friend, Angelo.

SERATO keeps it dispassionate. Ignores BERLIN's desperate eyes.

SERATO:

You got one.

Puts a thumb towards the house and already heading for his oar.

She's a bad witness, John.

But a f***ing lousy alibi.

143:
INT. LIVING ROOM. HOUSE. NIGHT.

This isn't a good place to be. A dismal lamp supplies light. A

close-up Of HELENA on the sofa. Hears a sound of booze getting

poured. But nothing else in the house except for a harsh voice.

BERLIN (O.S.)

.. I know why you did it darlin,

but you're not helping me. Every-

thing they're hearing they think

is a lie. Now here comes the man

I'm desperate to prove exists, &

whadda-ya-know, he turns up at my

house, and has a "chat" with you?

By now BERLIN and his glass of anaesthetic are well into frame.

No one in the State of California

is gonna believe that. They got the

man in there - an A/1 F.B.I. inter-

rogator, and he's taking me to pie-

ces - doesn't believe a word comes

outta my head - not a word - no one

believes me - I don't believe me ..

HELENA:

Don't say that. Don't you dare

say that .. I believe you ..

BERLIN:

I know you're trying to help

me, but you don't understand.

HELENA:

Then explain it to me. I got

enough darkness, don't I?

He doesn't want to. But now he's got to. And so here it comes.

BERLIN:

The man who killed Amber is a

psychopath. He was up at the in-

stitute to kill you - he don't

wanna kill Rose - he was there

to kill you - that's the truth -

and I didn't wanna tell it to

you - but that's the reason I

want you to stay at Margie's -

coz I can't protect you here ..

HELENA:

Why does he want to kill me?

BERLIN:

Coz he thinks you're a witness.

HELENA:

I can't identify him ..

BERLIN:

He don't know that. I didn't.

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