Manhunter

EXT. MARATHON, FLORIDA, BEACH - GRAHAM + CRAWFORD - DAY

The highlit aqua water burns out sections of the two men

imposed in front of it. The beach is white sand. JACK

CRAWFORD -- mid-forties, large -- came down from Washington.

His suitcoat over the driftwood log and his rolled-up white

sleeves says City, not Florida Keys. WILL GRAHAM -- late

thirties -- in a faded Hawaiian number and sun-bleached vio-

let shorts, belongs. Graham smokes. Crawford drinks from

a glass of iced tea. Then:

CRAWFORD:

I should have caught you at the boat

yard when you got off work. You

don't want to talk about it here...

GRAHAM:

I don't want to talk about it

anywhere.

(beat)

If you brought pictures, leave them

in the briefcase. Molly and Kevin

will be back soon.

CRAWFORD:

How much do you know?

GRAHAM:

What was in the 'Miami Herald' and

the 'Times.'

(beat)

Confessions?

CRAWFORD:

Eighty-six so far. All cranks. He

smashes the mirrors and uses the

pieces.

(beat)

None of them knew that;

GRAHAM:

What else did you keep out of the

papers?

CRAWFORD:

Blond, right-handed, really strong,

wears a size eleven shoe. The prints

are all smooth gloves. He's on a

full moon cycle. Both times. His

blood is AB Positive.

GRAHAM:

Somebody hurt him?

CRAWFORD:

Typed him from semen. He's a secretor.

Crawford takes a sip of the iced tea and looks at Graham.

2.

Graham flips his cigarette into the surf.

CRAWFORD:

Will... you saw this in the papers.

The second one was all over TV. Did

you ever think about givin' me a

call?

GRAHAM:

No.

CRAWFORD:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

The Bureau already has the best lab.

Plus you have Bloom at the University

of Chicago...

CRAWFORD:

And I got you down here fixing f***in'

boat motors.

GRAHAM:

You don't need me. I wouldn't

be useful to you anymore, Jack.

CRAWFORD:

Last two like this we had, you

caught.

GRAHAM:

That was three years ago. And by

doing the same things you and the

rest of them at the lab are doing.

CRAWFORD:

That's not entirely true, Will.

It's the way you think.

GRAHAM:

I think there has been a lot of

bullshit about the way I think.

(beat)

I came down here to get away from

all that.

CRAWFORD:

You look all right now.

GRAHAM:

I am all right.

Crawford pulls two pictures from his shirt pocket. He keeps

them face down. They draw at Will. Crawford knows this.

3.

CRAWFORD:

If you can't look anymore, I

understand...

GRAHAM:

As long as they're dead...

CRAWFORD:

These are all dead, Will.

PICTURES:

If we expected gory crime photos, these are not them. Two

snapshots:
a woman followed by three children and a duck

carrying picnic items up a bank of a pond. A second family

behind a birthday cake at a table. They're all smiling.

CLOSE:
GRAHAM

looks at the pictures for a full twenty seconds. Then he

puts them down and looks along the beach.

GRAHAM'S POV:
MOLLY + KEVIN

KEVIN -- lanky and tall at eleven -- hunkers down at the

water's edge, 50 yards away examining something in the sand.

MOLLY -- suntanned, blonde and sensuous at thirty stands

watching the two men, her hand on her hip. Waves careen

around her ankles. Her body language openly states

hostility. It's towards Crawford.

GRAHAM (O.S.)

Let's talk after dinner. Stay and

eat.

CRAWFORD (O.S.)

I'LL come back later. I got messages

at the Holiday Inn to collect

Molly starts walking forward. On it...

CUT TO:

INT. GRAHAM'S KITCHEN - MOLLY + GRAHAM - NIGHT

are doing dishes. Graham wipes while Molly washes.

MOLLY:

He stopped by to see me at the shop

before he came out here.

GRAHAM:

What did he want?

4.

MOLLY:

He asked how you are.

GRAHAM:

And you said?

MOLLY:

I said you are fine, he should leave

you the hell alone.

GRAHAM:

I'm a forensic specialist, Molly.

You've seen my diploma?

(sarcastic)

I got a diploma and everything.

MOLLY:

You mended a crack in the wallpaper

with your diploma.

(heat)

You are open and easy now... It took

you a lot of work to get to that...

GRAHAM:

We have it good, don't we?

MOLLY:

All the things that happened to you

before make you know that...

There is a soft pleading in her voice.

GRAHAM:

What the hell can I do?

MOLLY:

(after a pause)

What you've already decided. You're

not really asking.

GRAHAM:

If I were?

MOLLY:

(facing him)

Stay here with me. Me. Me. Me.

And Kevin.

(heat)

That's selfish, huh?

GRAHAM:

(touches the side

of her face)

I don't care.

(beat>

He'll never see me or know my name.

If we find him, the police will have

to take him down. Not me, I'm just

looking at evidence.

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