Manhunter Page #11

EXT. JACOBI HOUSE - GXAHAM - DAY

GRAHAM:

Who did he ask for?

CBAWFORD (V.O.)

You.

CUT TO:

INT. WASHINGTON FBI OFFICE - CRAWFORD + GRAHAM- LATER

It's now sunset out the window. Both men are tense. On

Crawford's desk are two new telephones and a tape recorder.

Also in the room are Sarah and DR. SIDNEY BLOOM, a forensic

psychologist. Food wrappings and Styrofoam coffee cups

litter his desk. Bloom only ate half his pastrami on rye:

DR. BLOOM

Anybody want the rest of the

cholesterol special?

CRAWFORD:

Thanks, no.

GRAHAM:

...so how do I play him, Sidney?

45.

DR. BLOOM

Compliment him. Tell him most

people don't have the intellectual

capacity to understand what has

happened, that sort of thing.

(beat)

If he's paranoid, play into his

grievance. Let him air it.

(beat)

If he's picked you as an adversary

and wants to gloat, give him what

he's after. A little at a time.

CRAWFORD:

... very little. If it's all

electronic switching we'll need a

minute for the trace.

Graham turns to the window. Crawford taps a pencil on

his desk. They wait,

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SAME - LATER - NIGHT

Crawford's feet are on his desk. Sarah yawns. Graham leans

against the other wall. Stony silence. RING. They react.

FOUR more RINGS.

SARAH:

(into phone)

Special Agent Crawford's office.

(beat)

Bill, call back on twenty-four four.

We need to keep this line clear...

She hangs up. Crawford takes Bill's call on the other line.

The rest exhale tension and go back to waiting.

CUT TO:

INT. MEN'S ROOM - FAUCET - NIGHT

Runs water.

GRAHAM.

stares at it. He puts his hands under and runs cold water

on his upturned wrists.

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46.

INT. CBAWFORD'S OFFICE - CRAWFORD - NIGHT

Looking through reports. He picks up a pencil and starts

to correct a line when: RING.

CRAWFORD:

Where the hell's Graham!

RING .

SARAH:

He went to the men's room.

RING .

CRAWFORD:

For Christ's sake get him!

An assistant runs out. RING. Sarah's anxious.

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EXT. CORRIDOR - GRAHAM - NIGHT

Running. He slips on the polished floor, recovers himself

... He darts through Crawford's door.

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INT. CXAWFORD'S OFFICE - GRAHAM

tries to catch his breath as Sarah snaps up the phone.

SARAH:

Special Agent Crawford's office.

(she nods; it's him)

Could you hold on a second, I'll

see if I can find him.

Sarah punches hold. Crawford is counting seconds. He

raises his thumb. Graham grabs the phone.

GRAHAM:

(calm)

This is Will Graham. Can I help

you?

VOICE (V.O.)

No. I can help you.

GRAHAM:

I don't understand.

VOICE (V.O.)

Atlanta and Birmingham.

47.

CRAWFORD:

scribbles on a piece of paper.

GRAHAM (O.S.)

Do you know something about that?

VOICE (V.O.)

Why do you think I called?

GRAHAM (O.S.)

I get a lot of calls. Most of them

are from people who say they know

things .

Crawford holds up the piece of paper. It says: "Chicago

phone booth. Police scrambling."

GRAHAM:

Talk to them a few minutes and

you can tell they don't have the

capacity to even understand what's

going on. Do you?

VOICE (V.O.)

You tell me what you know about him.

I'll tell you whether you're right

or not.

GRAHAM:

Let's get straight who we've

talking about.

(beat)

Are you the man I'm interested in?

VOICE (V.O.)

I don't think I'll tell you.

GRAHAM:

He's right-handed.

VOICE (V.O.)

Most people are.

GRAHAM:

He's misunderstood.

VOICE (V.O.)

Cut the general crap.

Graham stares at Crawford. Crawford makes a circular motion

with his hand:
string him on.

GRAHAM:

He's very strong physically.

VOICE (O.S.)

That's true.

48.

GRAHAM:

He's white and six feet tall. You

haven't told me anything yet.

VOICE (O.S.)

Describe exactly what you think he

did to Mrs. Leeds and I'll tell you

if you're right or not.

GRAHAM:

I don't want to do that,

VOICE (O.S.)

Goodbye.

Graham and us hear a telephone booth door slam open. We hear

a receiver fall with a CLANG. He hear faint voices. The

receiver bangs as it's swung on the cord. Everyone in the

outer office hears it on the speaker phone. They also hear:

2ND VOICE (V.O,)

Freeze. Don't even twitch. Now

lock your fingers behind your head

and back our of the booth slowly.

Spread 'em!

Graham drops the phone. Tension floods out of him. In the

outer office people are cheering,

CLOSE ON GRAHAM:

His eyes almost start to tear in relief as he turns his back

and looks out the window.

CRAWFORD'S

ecstatic .

2ND VOICE (V.O.)

Who am I speaking to?

Graham grabs the phone.

GRARAM:

Will Graham, FBI.

2ND VOICE (V.O.)

This is Sergeant Stanley Riddle,

Chicago Police Department. Will

you tell me what the hell's goin'

on

GRAHAM:

You tell me. You have a man in

custody?

49.

SERGEANT RIDDLE (V.O.)

Damn right.

(beat)

Freddie Lounds.

ZOOM IN ON Graham's face. It locks in rage.

SERGEANT RIDDLE (V.O.)

Can you hear me?

(beat)

Are you preferring charges against

him or you want him to just run along...

GRAHAM:

(hollers)

Yeah. I'm preferring charges!

Obstruction of justice. You lock

that a**hole up. You hold him for

the U.S. Attorney! You...

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EXT. CHICAGO STREET, PHONE BOOTH - FREDDIE LOUNDS - NIGHT

grabs for the phone.

LOUNDS:

Will, listen...

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INT. CHESAPEAKE HOSPITAL, DR. CHILTON'S OFFICE -

DR. CHILTON - NIGHT

There is a KNOCK on his door.

DR. CHILTON

Come in.

GUARD:

Dr. Chilton.

DR. CHILTON

Yes?

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