Lou Page #8

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AGENT INATOMI:

Special Assistant Agent Inatomi

from the Seattle division.

RANKIN:

Chief Rankin. San Juan PD.

From behind Rankin:

KAYCEE:

An FBI agent?!

DEACON:

Kaycee!

KAYCEE:

Stop yelling at me Deacon!

RANKIN:

(to Kaycee)

Don’t go spreading that around

town. Don’t want people getting

nervous about the FBI being here.

AGENT INATOMI:

People should be nervous.

(off Rankin’s look)

I mean, they should be aware.

RANKIN:

What’s with the kayak?

Inatomi smiles, happy that someone asked.

AGENT INATOMI:

I’m somewhat of an extreme sports

enthusiast. You may have heard of

me, Michael Inatomi, “the wonder of

the white rapids.”

RANKIN:

Can’t say I have.

AGENT INATOMI:

Well, the ferry wasn’t running so I

improvised.

42.

Inatomi sees the EVIDENCE BAG in Kaycee’s hand.

AGENT INATOMI (CONT’D)

You should be wearing gloves.

Deacon looks up at Kaycee, claiming his victory.

KAYCEE:

Chief said it was fine.

DEACON:

(under his breath)

Chief ain’t no FBI agent.

RANKIN:

(to Inatomi)

Why don’t I fill you in on the

situation?

AGENT INATOMI:

Sounds good.

RANKIN:

I’ve got a feeling-

AGENT INATOMI:

Just stick to the facts.

Rankin locks eyes with Inatomi. Inatomi eventually looks

away.

RANKIN:

I got a feeling he’s working alone.

Whoever blew up the airport, also

blew up these cars before taking

the little girl. He blocks off

access to this part of the island.

Hannah, the mom, most likely tries

calling the police. She can’t. The

phone line’s been cut. She has no

other option so she asks her

neighbor, Lou, for help. And they

go into the woods to get her

daughter back. What we need to

figure out is why he blew up an

airport at all, why not-

AGENT INATOMI:

How do you know they went into the

woods?

Kaycee holds up a ziplock bag containing the NOTE from

Hannah.

43.

Inatomi reads it, jotting down the coordinates in his

notepad.

AGENT INATOMI (CONT’D)

(to Kaycee)

And you are?

KAYCEE:

Hannah’s best, best friend.

Inatomi immediately discounts her.

AGENT INATOMI:

(to Rankin)

And who’s Lou?

KAYCEE:

(to Inatomi’s back)

She’s a piece of work.

RANKIN:

Lou’s got a reputation around town.

KAYCEE:

Lou was a spy assassin. You’ve

probably heard of her.

AGENT INATOMI:

Sure. She plays in our alumni

softball game every year.

Kaycee stares at Inatomi blankly. Then to Deacon:

KAYCEE:

Is he kidding?

DEACON:

Yeah babe.

Inatomi shifts to fully block Kaycee from the conversation.

INATOMI:

You know what Chief, I’m with you

on this one.

RANKIN:

Good. So let’s get a couple guys

out here. I’ll lead the search

party, I know the woods real well.

INATOMI:

No one’s going into the woods until

we run background checks on-

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KAYCEE:

(interrupting)

You need to tell him, Chief. You

need to tell him about Philip.

INATOMI:

Philip?

KAYCEE:

Vee’s dad.

INATOMI:

(to Rankin)

What about him?

Rankin doesn’t want to tell him. He doesn’t trust him. So

Inatomi faces Kaycee, finally interested in her.

KAYCEE:

Before I tell you anything, I’ve

got something to say. First, I

don’t like your attitude. Second, I

don’t like your tone. Third, I

don’t like you insinuating we don’t

know what we’re doing.

Remembering, she quickly hides her un-gloved hands behind her

back.

EXT. WOODS (PHILIP AND VEE) - DAY

Philip SINGS as he pulls Vee’s playhouse behind him. He’s

still trying to establish a connection with his daughter.

PHILIP:

Hey, diddle, diddle, the ANTEATER

and the fiddle --

VEE (O.C.)

That’s not right!

PHILIP:

It’s not?

Philip smiles. He’s got her.

VEE (O.C.)

No.

PHILIP:

Well, Princess Vee, how does it go?

INTERCUT WITH:

45.

INT. VEE’S PLAYHOUSE (WOODS) - CONTINUOUS

Vee’s tucked into the playhouse corner, her blanket gathered

around her legs. She holds Mr. Hippo tightly to her chest.

PHILIP:

There are two things I know about

princesses. One, they live in

beautiful pink princess houses. And

two, they love to sing.

VEE:

What do they sing?

PHILIP:

Good question! Maybe you could tell

me. You’re a princess? What do you

sing?

Vee considers this question then takes a deep breath.

VEE:

(sudden, enthusiastic)

All the children say, We don’t need

another heeeeee-ro, We don’t need

to know the way home. All we waaaaa-

ant is life beyond the thunderdome.

PHILIP:

That’s some good singing Vee.

VEE:

Princess Vee!

Philip trudges forward, amused by her confidence.

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING (FBI SEATTLE FIELD OFFICE) - DAY

A boring, brick building with an FBI sign out front - a very,

small discrete sign. If you didn’t know what you were looking

for, you wouldn’t find it.

INT. SPECIAL AGENT IN CHARGE OFFICE (SEATTLE) - CONTINUOUS

Special Agent in Charge, AGNES WARNER (60’s) a hard looking

woman, glares at TWO FILES lying side by side on her desk.

One is labeled PHILIP LEVINE. The other is labeled LOUISE

ADELL.

In front of her stands, SPECIAL AGENT BRADFORD (30’s), a

pudgy paper pusher who had the misfortune of delivering the

folders - the background checks - to her desk.

46.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

Who do we have out there?

BRADFORD:

Assistant Special Agent Inatomi.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

Let me guess. He’s not our top guy.

BRADFORD:

He’s new, ma’am. But he did manage

to get us some coordinates. He’s

also a very good kayaker.

Warner grabs the files, shaking them at Bradford.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

These files. These files are not

good.

BRADFORD:

No. They are not, ma’am.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

I thought files couldn’t get this

bad unless they had to do with

those commie sons of b*tches. But

these, these have proved me wrong.

She drops the files on her desk, making sure they don’t touch

any other work material as though they were contagious.

BRADFORD:

They’re bad files, ma’am.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

I have to take these files

upstairs. And by upstairs, I mean

the CIA. Because I’m already at the

top f***ing floor. And I hate

talking to CIA. You know why?

BRADFORD:

Because sometimes they make us look

bad?

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER

Because they’re a**holes and

nothing good ever happens when I

talk to them. All we’re going to do

is make a new file. A thicker file.

And in twenty years, someone’s

gonna have to deal with the sh*t

file we’re about to make.

(MORE)

47.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (CONT'D)

It’s a vicious f***ing cycle. Makes

me think that we should just start

flipping coins to make decisions.

Leave less of a paper trail. And

we’d probably have better odds of

getting it right.

She finishes her rant and picks up her phone.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (CONT’D)

Get me Gary.

GARY (PRE-LAP)

This is Gary.

CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE (MISSION CHIEF/CIA) - MOMENTS LATER

A different though nearly identical office but instead of an

FBI insignia, it’s the CIA plastered on the wall.

GARY GRIERSON (50’S), the Northwest Mission Chief, holds the

phone. The “BRADFORD” of the CIA stands in front of his desk,

holding files labelled Adell, Louise and Levine, Philip.

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