Jennifer 8 Page #7

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ROSS:

Why don't you throw them

all away, and smoke none?

BERLIN:

Because it's a ritual you gotta

go through with. I'm down to 10.

Daftest thing Ross ever heard. BERLIN is poised to make a print.

ROSS:

You want my advice?

BERLIN:

Maybe?

ROSS:

Find yourself a farmer's daughter

with nice big f***ing tits, and

shake that "bye-bye." Send it to

Sacramento, John .. I sniff grief ..

22:
INT. STAIRS/LIVING ROOM. BERLIN'S HOUSE. DAY.

BERLIN & ROSS are opposite ends of a bed jammed on the stairs.

"Bastards. I gave em a 20 buck tip." Various navigational sug-

gestions from ROSS win them another stair. Plus advice from a

12 year old called BOBBY. "You gotta go left, Dad." ROSS knows

he's gotta go left! Both heave as MARGIE walks out the kitchen.

MARGIE:

You're all done except the floor.

The house is a zoo of furniture. Bullshit piled up everywhere.

BERLIN:

You're a saint, Margie, thanks ..

By now she's got the apron off and her coat on. "C'mon, Bobby."

MARGIE:

Don't forget the wagon, Darlin?

And off they go via a slammed door as the phone starts to ring.

23:
INT. BEDROOM. HOUSE. DAY.

In they stagger. The bed goes down. And BERLIN sprawls on top

of it. Devastated for oxygen. "Alright. That's it. I'm f***ed."

ROSS:

You gotta stop smoking ..

BERLIN:

I am stopping smoking ...

ROSS:

I don't mean this "system" sh*t

that keeps you sucking, I mean

stop .. I was exactly like you

are .. I used to wake in the

night - heart going so hard

I coulda made love with my left

tit .. If I can stop, you can ..

BERLIN:

How'd you do it, old man?

ROSS:

Someone bet me a dollar ..

BERLIN:

A dollar? .. Not worth

giving up for a dollar ..

BERLIN manages to find air to sit. Reaches for the Ansa Phone.

ROSS:

Alright. I'll bet you fifty?

First call comes from Delaware Roofing vis-a-vis the estimate.

BERLIN:

Fifty dollars? You got a bet.

During these proceedings the machine has moved to another call.

[MACHINE]

[J.B./Ronzo/Got some results for

you/ First/ the blood on the bra

is human/ and it's not a popular

brand/A.B. Neg and that's a rare

one/Two/the blood on the brassie-

re is compatible with the blood

from the hand/Three/If you need

anything else the official answer

from all us Christians down here,

is f*** off/Shoot me a duck/Bye]

ROSS:

What are you gonna do, Soldier?

BERLIN:

I'm gonna dig up "Jennifer."

24:
INT. (TELETYPE)/ADMIN. POLICE STATION. NIGHT.

And here's part of the "exhumation." CITRINE stares at a tele-

type machine waiting for transmission on Jennifer to complete.

Approximate date of birth/Approximate date of death/ Identity

Unknown. Visible misgivings as he hauls it out and reads. One

or two chairs already on desks. ROSS still at his pawing over

documents with a detective called SERATO. Cigarette smoke and

shirt sleeves. ROSS looks up and catches CITRINE as he passes.

ROSS:

Chief, I gotta talk to

ya about this fat lady?

CITRINE:

What about her?

ROSS:

She's making my life a

misery .. I wanna give

her a lie-detector test?

CITRINE continues up the carpet. "Alright, we'll talk about it."

25:
INT. CRIME LAB. POLICE STATION. NIGHT.

A florescent glow from a T.V. monitor supplies the only light.

BERLIN vacillates interest between the scanner and the screen.

CITRINE (O.S.)

What is that?

BERLIN:

Laser enhancement of the finger-

tip .. it's really bothering me ..

See these striations right here?

(Green on the screen)

It's like she's always worrying

the end of her finger? Rubbing it

with a thumb nail, or something?

But CITRINE isn't interested in finger nails. He's staring at

a polystyrene torso of a faceless girl. She wears a brassiere

stuffed with newspaper and a black wig. (Welcome Jennifer Two)

She's almost identical to Jennifer.

Slim - White - same age - bra size

is even the same. Nicely made lady.

CITRINE stares at the Dummy like he's gonna ask it a question.

CITRINE:

How do you know her hair's black?

BERLIN:

Hair on her hand. Plus Jen-

nifer had raven black hair.

CITRINE:

What is all this Jennifer stuff?

He waves a handful of teletype before dumping it on a bench.

These cases aren't connected, John?

BERLIN:

Yes, Sir, I think they maybe.

I think "Jennifer," and this

lady got hit by the same guy?

CITRINE:

I don't see that at all ..

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