Jennifer 8 Page #8

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On the board is a super-imposed picture of a hand over a wrist.

BERLIN:

I got four points of posit-

ive comparison on the cut ..

CITRINE:

Yeah, that's all very inter-

esting, but where's the body?

A question he doesn't need because he hasn't an answer. CITRINE

has an eye on further photographs relevant to the Jennifer case.

I don't know nothing about this "Jenn-

ifer" girl, cept what some of the guys

told me - but principal feature of the

case was a gruesome displayal of the

body. He wanted it found. So if this is

the same guy, why's he hidden this one?

Another question he can't answer - and this time he doesn't get

a chance - BISLEY walks in with an apology for the interruption.

Got a face like Humphrey Bogart's mother f***ed a different guy.

BISLEY:

Just wondered if you had time to

get around to my pharmacy stuff?

BERLIN:

You'll have it in the morning ..

BISLEY:

Alright, I'll try again tomorrow.

Bisley has gone but his tension stays. BERLIN unwraps fresh gum.

CITRINE:

Probably making him feel a bit

antsy seein it back on the wall.

He worked a lotta time on this.

BERLIN:

I thought it was Taylor's case?

CITRINE:

Sucked in officers from all over

the county. And it was the worst

six months this station ever had.

This is CITRINE's shop and BERLIN isn't gonna row it with him.

BERLIN:

What do you want me to do, Chief?

CITRINE:

I'm not telling you what to do.

What I will say, is right now,

that child's tricycle there is

more important to me than this ..

He refers to a little bicycle. Vouchered and obviously stolen.

By now CITRINE is at the hinges. A pause before he disappears.

Why don't you give it a minute, &

stop by my office. We should talk.

26:
INT. MERCEDES SEDAN. CITY OF EUREKA. NIGHT.

Melted neon in the streets. A wet mid-town night. Nothing but

sound of windshield wipers and click of a Zippo lighter. ROSS

rides stoic passenger while BERLIN drives with festering eyes.

ROSS:

.. what does he think it is?

BERLIN [ROSS]

Everything it isn't [make a left].

He even tried a "self-inflicted."

ROSS:

It's possible.

BERLIN:

C'mon, Ross, the bra and hand were

in different bags a 100 feet apart ..

They stop at a light and a beeper goes as warning to the blind.

What's she gonna do? Dump her bra

in one bag, her hand in the other,

and wander off whistling Hey Jude?

ROSS:

It's the garage on the far corner.

BERLIN is worrying at his fingertip on the wheel of the Zippo.

You can't stop it, can you?

BERLIN:

What do you mean?

ROSS:

Worrying - clicking - picking - You

may as well be back in Los Angeles.

BERLIN:

What do you mean, Ross?

The lights change and off they go and BERLIN waits for a turn.

ROSS:

Why don't you dump it? Mail it off.

Give the f***ing F.B.I. a present?

BERLIN:

Why don't you dump the "Fat Lady?"

ROSS:

Because I dislike her too much ..

BERLIN:

O.K. and I'm not in love with this

fukker? That's how I feel about him.

ROSS:

No you don't. That's how you think

you feel about him. That's how you

feel about yourself. You won't give

yourself one-f***ing-minute for you.

And by now they've arrived and pulled up on the garage forecourt.

It's indicative of their friendship that ROSS can talk like this.

Wait for me. It might not be ready.

He quits the car and BERLIN watches him scurry towards a service

shop. Rain beats on the roof and BERLIN looks stubbed out. A lot

of cuts coming up and here are some of them. Runs a hand through

his hair in unconscious frustration. A finger constantly bothers

the Zippo. Eyes towards ROSS who silhouettes in florescent light.

Somewhere in the background the lights change to red. Once again

the beeping sound of traffic-lights speaking to the blind. Maybe

he looks across but that doesn't matter. Something just happens

inside his head he isn't yet quite aware of. Everything in close

up. Big on the Zippo. Big on BERLIN. And he leaps out of the car.

BERLIN sprints through the weather. A station wagon is still in

the air at the end of an hydraulic jack. Surprise from ROSS and a

MECHANIC as BERLIN arrives. F*** the fanbelt and listen to this.

BERLIN:

I just had this insane idea - if

I'm wrong, I'll take a week off

and redecorate your entire house ..

Rain beats at the roof and the jack sinks the wagon behind them.

She's blind, Ross - that's why all

the scars - hear that traffic light?

That noise is to help blind people -

that's why the marks on her finger-

tips? - this lady reads in Braille ..

27:
INT. ADMINISTRATION. POLICE STATION. DAY.

BERLIN sits at a desk at the end of the room. Nothing here but

a legal pad and a phone. The pad is covered in names & numbers.

Right now he's into a call and this is sounding promising."How

old?" And he writes 26. "How long?" About 6 weeks ago. Hope in

his eyes as he looks across to a woman called ANN. She's doing

what he's doing on a different line "Wait a minute, I specific-

ally said I was looking for a girl?" And all hope over because

Lesley is a boy. But here comes ANN & this might be something?

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