Jennifer 8 Page #39

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154:
INT. PHONE BOOTH. HILLSIDE STREET. DAY.

A stack of coins and a pair of ripped out Yellow Pages. BERLIN

crosses off another number. Running out of craft shops and run-

ning out of quarters. A new number hears the same old bullshit.

But this one is answering good! Fights to keep his voice light.

BERLIN (Phone)

She's not there? - Let me just make

sure I got the right Amanda - lotta

freckles, right? .. Right .. That's

right, that's her .. Well, eh, what

time d'you expect her? .. O.K. I'll

eh, try and pop over this afternoon.

And he comes out of there running. The Chevy roars up the hill.

155:
INT. ANTIQUE MARKET. CRAFT EMPORIUM. DUSK.

The kind of store heads open in abandoned warehouses. A jungle

of jewelry and cane furniture and ethnic junk. Many chairs of

the ilk Berlin saw in the Volkswagen van. And now he's staring

at its driver. His P.O.V. through windows. He watches as a red

headed Girl clears the till in preparation to close up. within

moments the lights are dead and AMANDA is heading for her door.

156:
EXT. MARKET/WAREHOUSE. CAR PARK. DUSK.

Plenty of rain to hurry in. AMANDA. drives a red Datsun. She ex-

its the car park with a man in a brown Chevrolet following her.

157:
EXT/INT. CAR/STREETS. SUBURBS. OAKLAND. NIGHT.

The Chevy tails the Datsun through city streets. A lot of rush

hour traffic. Music to go with it and it's probably Mussorgsky.

A final cut and headlights are navigating the hills. Disappear

and reappear as they ascend. Steep inclines and the houses are

middle class. Too dark to see much now but lamp posts and rain.

Still climbing the Datsun takes a side street. BERLIN keeps 50

yards behind. She turns off and parks in a sloping driveway. A

white Volkswagen van at the top of it. BERLIN has already pull-

ed over. Kills his lights and watches her hurry into the house.

158:
EXT. STEEP STAIRS. PORCH. HOUSE. NIGHT.

BERLIN just rang the doorbell. Imposes an impartial expression.

But this is his last chance and he knows it. The front door is

opened & secured on a safety-chain. AMANDA carries a white Cat.

BERLIN:

I'm sorry to trouble you, but eh ..

Wait a minute, don't I know you?

And she stares like he does not. Before she stares like he does.

You're Amanda? Remember, you near-

ly ran into me? Way up in Trinity?

His smile disarms the securities. And she opens the front door.

AMANDA:

As I said, Sergeant, you nearly

ran into me? What's the problem?

BERLIN:

I'm afraid it's the "van" again.

AMANDA:

The van?

BERLIN:

Is it your vehicle?

AMANDA:

No, my mother's .. You better stop

in .. I'm just here to feed the cat.

159:
INT. HALLWAY. HOUSE. NIGHT.

So far so good. Inside without showing an I.D. he doesn't have.

This is a gloomy place. She shuts the door. Shuts out the gale.

BERLIN:

I'm sorry to worry you with this, but

we had a real serious robbery, and we-

're chasing a white V.W. van? You guy

came up an the computer, so as a matt-

er of routine we have to check. Could

you tell me who's driven it recently?

AMANDA:

Only me and Mom ..

BERLIN:

How about any guys on your staff?

AMANDA:

We only got one .. He doesn't drive.

BERLIN [AMANDA]

Would he have lent it to anyone? [No]

How bout your Dad? Husband? Boyfriend?

AMANDA:

He is my boyfriend. My fath-

er's dead, and I'm divorced.

BERLIN:

I see ...

His hopes are collapsing by the moment and nothing else is left.

Would you mind if I took a look at it?

AMANDA:

I thought this was "routine?"

The Cat cries for its food and AMANDA begins to look suspicious.

The only man that has driven it in

the last 6 months is my uncle. And

no way is he involved in a robbery.

BERLIN:

Could I have his name? Just so

I can officially eliminate him?

Maybe too much charge in his head and she doesn't like the vibe?

AMANDA:

Could I see your badge again?

Sure she can and he searches for it. "Must have left it at home?"

Then you better go and get it. I

feel uncomfortable without an I.D.

AMANDA opens the front door just long enough for BERLIN to leave.

160:
INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN. HOUSE. NIGHT.

The emerging Music is full of threat. Like it's part of the dark-

ness. Too dark to see much of anything here. A sound of somebody

hammering at a door. A light outside and the Camera moves closer.

Creeps towards the door as though it's going to answer. Suddenly

glass shatters. The door flies open. Flashlights and Men rush in.

161. INT. CHEVROLET SEDAN. STREET. NIGHT.

BERLIN stares towards the house. Music and rain and a downstairs

light just wont out. Headlights go on and the Datsun drives away.

162:
INT. CHIMNEY FLUE/BEDROOM. BERLIN'S HOUSE. NIGHT.

A flashlight searches cobwebs and soot. Descends the chimney and

TAYLOR emerges from a long-sealed-off fireplace. Blinks dirt out

of his eyes and moves back into the bedroom. Upended bed against

the wall and everything upsidedown. The search looks like it has

been thorough. St ANNE appears at the door and TAYLOR looks over.

TAYLOR:

We're not gonna find nothin here.

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INT. MASTER BEDROOM. (AMANDA'S) HOUSE. NIGHT.

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