Manhunter Page #26

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FOGEL (V.O.)(CONT'D)

Our computers aren't programmed to

retrieve by physical characteristics.

We'd have to re-program and...

GRAHAM:

Parking permits...

CRAWFORD:

(into phone)

Are your parking permits in the

computer? He drives a van.

FOGEL (V.O.)

'Employee facilities.' And we have

special stickers for vans.

(beat)

There's... let's see...

(beat)

... about 28, 29 van permits issued...

Meanwhile Graham has grabbed the second radio phone.

CRAWFORD:

(into phone)

Start feeding me names.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. ST. LOUIS PD OFFICE - LT. FISK - NIGHT

on telephone. Two FBI men are at his desk. Uniformed

patrolmen carrying assault rifles and body armor run

through in the background.

GRAHAM (O.S.)

Run these names to your DMV for

a driver's license check. Man

we're after is blond, caucasian,

twenty to forty, six feet tall,

180-225 pounds.

(beat)

First name...

Fisk punches Graham into the speaker phone.

GRAHAM (O.S.)

... Alvaro. A.L.V.A.R.O., first

name Jose.

One of the uniformed cops is already punching it into a

computer terminal. Lt. Fisk looks at the monitor...

LT. FISK

(into phone)

No. Brown eyes, black hair.

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INT. GULF STREAM - GRAHAM - NIGHT

GRAHAM:

(to Crawford)

No.

CRAWFORD:

(into phone)

Next ...

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY - AERIAL SHOT - GULF STREAM - NIGHT

The Gulf Stream approaches and races past us at its cruising

speed of 585 mph. As it leaves the frame, the image we're

left with is the moon. It looms large and white 30 degrees

above the horizon and rising into a starry sky,

CUT TO:

INT. ST. LOUIS PD OFFICE - COMPUTER MONITOR - NIGHT

displays the license with picture and driving record of

Dillon, Lincoln. He's a black man.

LT, FISK

(into phone; to

Graham)

No. 36 years old. Black...

CUT TO:

INT. GULF STREAM FLIGHT DECK - OVER PILOT'S SHOULDERS:

-NIGHT

St. Louis approaches. The flashing strobes of the airport

runway indicator, the cobalt blue runway lights.

PILOT:

(into PA)

Could you fasten your seat belts.

We're on our final approach...

CUT TO:

INT. GULF STREAM CABIN - GRAHAM + CRAWFORD - NIGHT

Crawford buckles up. Graham is hearing.

LT. PISK (V.O.)

...six foot, male caucasian, blond,

violet eves 217 pounds, 38 years

old...

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GRAHAM:

(into phone)

Put it through the datafax. Fast.

DATAFAX:

starts printing our line by line: a blow-up of a driver's

license with picture. The lines compose hair, forehead,

eyes... coming at us line by line is: Francis Dollarhyde.

GRAHAM:

(into phone to

Lt. Fisk)

Route three, Chester, Missouri.

Where is that?

LT. FZSK (V.O.)

From the airport you're closer.

We'll meet at the Hock Road off

ramp, Highway 94.

CRAWFORD:

(to Graham)

Fogel has four more names. He

knows two:
both dark hair. Third's

a woman. Fourth's a handicapped

parking permit...

GRAHAM:

(re Dollarhyde)

This is our boy...!

CUT TO:

INT. ST. LOUIS AIRPORT - GULF STREAM - NIGHT

Hits the runway. Tires smoke. Its ENGINES SCREAM in

reverse thrust. It taxis away from the terminal to a

security area. Two St. Louis PD squad cars are waiting.

GULF STREAM DOOR

opens. Graham's out followed by Crawford. They run across

the tarmac to the squad cars. Squad cars race out of the

airport.

CUT TO:

INT. DOLLARHYDE'S KITCHEN - PANNING - NIGHT

through shadows and highlights in the moonlight. we pass the

sink and countertop and refrigerator and blue-enamelled broom

closet. On the other side of it is Reba. She Is breathing

heavily.

124.

She stands there, squeezing into the corner, trying to make

herself disappear. Then she senses and freezes as a rabbit

who is hunted and at a certain point, freezes...

DOLLARHYDE:

stands four feet from her, just staring. Then he walks

from the room.

INT. DOLLARHYDE'S LIVING ROOM - DOLLARHYDE

puts "INNAGADDADAVIDA" by Iron Butterfly from 1967 on the

stereo. It BLASTS through the house. He is expressionless.

Deep in his psychotic episode, his affect is flattened.

INT. DOLLARHYDE BATHROOM - DOLLARHYDE

as a reflection in the medicine cabinet - enters. His fist

smashes. His image SHATTERS with the mirrored glass.

DOLLARHYDE'S

forearm destroys the glass shower door. He rips the metal

frame from the walls. He snaps the mitred framework. The

aluminum frame members have sharp 45 degree points. He

takes them and the shards of mirror and leaves for the

kitchen... Throughout his face has been expressionless.

CUT TO:

EXT. MISSOURI STATE HIGHWAY 94 - TWO CAR CARAVAN - NIGHT

streaks TOWARDS US down the almost deserted highway.

CUT TO:

INT. CAR - GRAHAM - NIGHT

in the back seat. He is distant. His attitude contrasts to

the frantic 110 mph race down the highway and the two uniformed

officers and Crawford. Their anxiety is visible. Next

to them Graham seems zoned-our...

OFFICER:

Meet point's up ahead!

GRAHAM:

Go on to the house.

OFFICER:

Lt. Fisk said...

125.

GRAHAM:

Go on to the house...

He obeys Graham and floors it. Graham puts his black plastic

briefcase on his lap and extracts the .44 Charter Arms Bulldog.

He starts to load 6 matte-black, blunt-nosed Glaser Safety

Slugs. He fumbles them in the swaying car. The bullets

fall to the floor.

CAR FLOOR:

Glaser Safety Slugs roll on the rubber matting. Graham's

fingers enter and pick them up. We FOLLOW the rounds as

they slip into the cylinder.

CRAWFORD:

is staring at Graham's blankness.

CRAWFORD:

Will…?

GRAHAM:

(sharp )

What?

CRAWFORD:

You're not going to need that.

Because we're going in careful and

slow and secure a perimeter and a

St. Louis PD Swat team is going to

take him. Not us.

ST. LOUIS PD DRIVER

That's it up ahead...

THEIR POV:
DOLLARHYDE'S PROPERTY

The house is set back a half mile from the road. Access to

the drive is blocked by a locked cattle gate.

GRAHAM (O.S.)

Cut across the field.

(beat)

Kill your lights.

DOLLARHYDE FARM + ROAD - TWO SQUAD OARS - NIGHT

The first drives off the highway through a shallow ditch and

starts across the soybean field. The second car takes the

ditch at the wrong angle and CRASHES. its windshield stars.

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