Jennifer 8 Page #41

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St ANNE

O.K. I'll put it to your Chief?

BERLIN:

Well, you'd better put it to him

pretty dammed quick, Mr St Anne,

because if you don't, she's dead.

St ANNE

Didn't push her down stairs on

their previous meeting, did he?

BERLIN:

He was up there to plant the gun.

St ANNE

Did Taylor plant this, too?

Produces a Zippo in a plastic sack and BERLIN's senses capsize.

Is it yours?

A question for which St ANNE expects no answer and he is right.

We found "Jennifer Eight." At least,

we've found a headless and handless

girl. A couple of hunters found her.

Maybe BERLIN asks him "Where" or maybe his expression's enough?

About 4 miles south of the institute,

less than 50 feet from the road. This

was less than 100 feet from the body.

BERLIN can't believe it and knows St ANNE wouldn't believe him.

Is it yours? - (no answer) - I know

it's yours? - You know it's yours?

The only prints on it are Freddy's?

You wanna tell me how it got there?

BERLIN wouldn't believe it either. Door open and TRAVIS enters.

TRAVIS:

Margie Ross put up your bond, Sir.

St ANNE and BERLIN look surprised. And BERLIN looks at St ANNE.

BERLIN:

Are you getting in the way of it?

St ANNE examines the bail/bond paper and raises eyes to BERLIN.

St ANNE

I don't make the law.

172:
EXT. THE ROSS RESIDENCE. DUSK.

Music on the cut and this is a crane shot high above the house.

A car tears up the drive with the Camera descending to meet it.

BERLIN out and into the house. And still the gale howls around.

173:
INT. DOWNSTAIRS ROOMS. HOUSE. DUSK.

Darkness and silence. Where the hell is everyone? He quicks it

to the den, Cartoons on T.V. but no one watching. With escalat-

ing concern he hits the kitchen and now he's shouting upstairs.

"Margie. Margie." About to climb when BOBBY appears at the top.

BOBBY:

There's no one here.

BERLIN:

Where are they?

BOBBY:

Mom took her back to the institute.

BERLIN freezes. He maybe says "What?" He definitely says "When?"

I dunno. How come they let you out?

BERLIN:

Is Margie with her? Is she with her?

BOBBY:

No, she came back and went out ag-

ain .. gone to see Auntie Charles ..

BERLIN has already grabbed a telephone. Aware it's dead before

BOBBY tells him "They're all out around here." He wanders down-

stairs in apparent oblivion to BERLIN's distress. BERLIN races

back to the den and new problems. Desperate to get at the guns

but all cabinets locked "Where's the keys, Bobby? I need a gun."

They're my Dad's guns.

BERLIN:

Come on, Bobby, for God's sake. I

wanna get the man that killed him.

BOBBY stares at BERLIN as though he's staring at that very man.

BOBBY:

I hate you .. I really hate you ..

He turns away into the darkness. BERLIN looks frantic and with-

out options. Smashes the cabinets with a chair. Grabs a 44 rev-

olver plus a 12 gauge Remington and the slugs that go with it.

174:
EXT. FREEWAY INTERSECTION. NIGHT.

Wide over an intersection. Berlin's Chevy crosses a bridge and

descends into lights. Music travels with him but the Camera re-

mains static. Watches tail lights dissolve into a river of red.

175:
EXT. FREEWAY. NIGHT.

Tracking back with the car. As yet 100 yards away. Moving fast

and getting closer. As it approaches a remote sound of a phone

drifts in. And headlights so near now they wipe out everything.

176:
INT. CHEVY SEDAN. FREEWAY. NIGHT.

Starting to sleet and windshield wipers on. The phone is still

ringing like it's at the end of Berlin's brain. Like it's part

of his thoughts mixed up with the nightmare he's hearing again.

BERLIN (V.O.)

Go take a look in his office. It's

fulla rattan - that's the connect-

ion, that's the "link" - that's why

they never got an I.D. - He kills

blind girls - put their picture in

the newspaper, and 99 percent of

the people who know them are blind ..

Intercutting BERLIN's fearful eyes with his P.O.V. of the road.

St ANNE (V.O.)

Havta be a real dope to kill her

now, wouldn't he? I mean, we're

talking real, full-blown, insane?

BERLIN (V.O.)

He is insane. His fucken brain's

upside down. But he's also very

cunning. He's not going after her

with a "Pearl Handled Colt," he-

'll just push her down the stairs ..

Just the sound of tho phone and the road dissolving into black.

177:
INT. CORRIDOR. SHASTA-TRINITY INSTITUTE. NIGHT.

A miserable corridor with the merest of lights. A phone rings

somewhere at its end. HELENA is on her way up the corridor and

the ringing is louder. Finds keys and walks into her apartment.

178:
INT. APARTMENT. SHASTA-TRINITY INSTITUTE. NIGHT.

Phone in close-up and the frame widens as HELENA heads towards

it. Reaches out and is maybe a second away before it rings off.

179:
INT/EXT. PHONE BOOTH. GAS STATION. NIGHT.

This is a little country stop some place an the peripheries of

the snow-line. BERLIN slams the phone down and runs to his car.

Screeches out onto the highway and the Camera begins to ascend.

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