Manhunter Page #22

DOLLARHYDE:

nears her, towers above her. He touches her face. Reba folds

into his arms and lays her head on his hard chest. His heart

is going fast. He doesn't believe this fine thing is happen-

ing to him and that she's okay.

REBA:

Good morning...

(kisses his cheek)

If you show me where things are,

I'll make us some coffee...

DOLLARHYDE:

No! Don't go back into the house...

(to Reba's quizzical

reaction)

it's too nice outside.

REBA:

My sister's coming by to pick me up

for brunch. Why don't you come, too?

DOLLARHYDE:

I have work to do at the plant.

REBA:

I'll get my purse.

DOLLARHYDE:

I'll get it.

(leaving)

Stay right here. You lock very good

in the sun...

CUT TO:

EXT. SERVICE STATION - ATTENDANT - DAY

He's heavy-set and sullen. Dollarhyde's van, with Reba, pulls

in.

102.

DOLLARHYDE:

Do you want a Coke or something, Reba?

REBA:

I'm fine, Francis.

Dollarhyde gets out.

DOLLARHYDE:

Fill it up and check the oil, please.

Dollarhyde crosses to the men's room. After placing the

nozzle in the gas tank the ATTENDANT bangs open the hood,

draws the dipstick, grabs a can of 10-40, jams the oil spout

into the can and sticks the spout into the engine. As he

starts to move around the van he sees something in the

interior and stops. A smile dawns on his face. We don't

know what he sees. He starts wiping the windshield. He

wipes and wipes the same spot.

REBA'S

dress is just above her knees. She sits on the high seat.

Her legs are crossed. Her white cane lays between the seats.

From his lower angle at the van window the Attendant can

look up her dress. He bends down a little to see better...

MEN'S ROOM DOOR

Nothing. Then Dollarhyde ENTERS. He crumples a paper rowel

and throws it in the basket. Dollarhyde crosses around the

backside of the van.

DRIVER'S WINDOW

Dollarhyde appears. As he starts to reach for his wallet on

the dash, he sees what the Attendant's doing...

ATTENDANT:

unaware of Dollarhyde -- is grinning and still wiping the same

spot in front of Reba.

DOLLARHYDE:

is coming around the van. Fast.

DOLLARHYDE:

You sonofabitch...

103.

ATTENDANT:

(cocky)

You don't like it? You know what

you can do about it...

Attendant starts away. Dollarhyde catches him and shoves him

into and through a display of STP. The Attendant bounces once

and slams into the station wall. CANS CRASH and roll away...

Dollarhyde does know what he can do about it.

REBA'S FACE

through the windshield. She's trying to find the handle to

roll down the window.

ATTENDANT:

is white. There is something in Dollarhyde's face that he has

never seen before, anywhere.

DOLLARHYDE:

pulls the spout from the oil can that was in his engine. He

advances on the frozen Attendant. He looks at the sharp end

of the spout.

ATTENDANT:

is wide-eyed. Dollarhyde's big hand ENTERS and flattens the

man into the wall, compressing his thorax.

DOLLARHYDE:

I ought to jam this in your chest,

and drain your heart...

The Attendant tries to say he's sorry, but he can't talk.

Dollarhyde's hand has grabbed his face. He hesitates. Then

he throws money at the Attendant and leaves...

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL ROOM - GRAHAM - NIGHT

With Crawford on the phone.

CRAWFORD (V.O.)

You got the message Lecktor called...

GRAHAM:

I arranged for him to have a phone.

I have to call him in a few minutes.

104.

CRAWFORD (V.O.)

From the lip wound, which happened

seven hours before he got burned,

we've narrowed it down to those

cities within the seven-hour driving

radius that also would've caught

the 'Tattler' early Tuesday morning.

GRAHAM:

What's it narrow down to?

CRAWFORD(V.O.)

Milwaukee, Madison, Dubuque, Peoria,

Sr. Louis, Indianapolis, Cincinnati,

Toledo and Detroit.

GRAHAM:

(laughs )

That's narrow?

CRAWFORD (V.O.)

When are you coming back?

GRAHAM:

When I'm done.

Graham hangs up the phone. He looks out the window at the

rain. He dials again.

GRAHAM:

It's Will Graham. Is Molly there,

Mr. Swenson?

GRAMPA (V.0.)

Well, how you doin', Mr. Graham?!

You sure are in the center of a

storm. Burning up lots of

taxpayer's dollars, too, I bet.

(beat)

On the news they said he was a white

man. He isn't really, is he?

GRAHAM:

Sure he is. Blond.

(f*** him:
)

Probably Scandinavian, too...

GRAMPA (V.O.)

You going back down to Florida after?

GRAHAM:

Yes. Is Molly there?

105.

GRAMPA (V.O.)

My grandboy's been eatin' a ton of

breakfast every day. Been out

riding. Must be the good air. You

oughta see that little booger eat.

I'11 bet he's gained ten pounds.

(beat)

Molly's out in the motor home...

GRAHAM:

I know... 'Out in the good air...'

GRAMPA (V.O.)

What's that?

GRAHAM:

Tell her I called.

Graham hangs up. He dials again.

GPAHAM:

This is Will Graham. Dr. Chilton

arranged for me to talk with Dr.

Lecktor .

OPERATOR (V.O.)

I'll put you through.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. CHESAPEAKE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE.

LECKTOR'S CELL - HANNIBAL LECKTOR - DAY

picks up the phone and takes Graham's call.

LECXTOR:

I wanted to congratulate you for the

job you did on Mr. Lounds. I admired

it enormously. What a cunning boy

you are. Will.

GRAHAM:

What do you want?

LECKTOR:

You know Lounds's enlightened me on

one thing:
your confinement in the

mental hospital. My attorney should

have brought that our in court.

GRAHAM:

I'm worn out with you crazy sons-of-

b*tches. If you've got something to

say, Lecktor, say it.

106.

LECKTOR:

I want to help you, Will. You'd be

more comfortable if you relaxed with

yourself. We don't invent our

natures, They're issued to us.

Along with our lungs and pancreas

and everything else. Why fight it?

GRAHAM:

Fight what?

LECKTOR:

When you were so depressed after

you shot Mr. Garrett Jacob Hobbs to

death, it wasn't the act that got

you down. Didn't you really feel

so bad because killing him felt so

good?

(ironic)

And why shouldn't it feel good?! It

must feel good to God. God does it

all the time!

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