Prisoners Page #12

Keller emerges from his front door and walks to his

truck.

114 INT. BLACK SEDAN - TRAVELING - CONTINUOUS 114

Loki drives, tailing Keller. He yawns then pops a coffee

bean into his mouth.

He turns the police radio down and turns on the FM,

tuning in a 50s pop song, tapping along, trying to stay

alert.

115 INT. KELLER’S TRUCK - TRAVELING - CONTINUOUS 115

Keller listens to the Everyday Testament while he drives,

fast forwarding, looking for something he’s not finding,

until it EATS THE TAPE.

116 EXT. LIQUOR STORE PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 116

Keller pulls into the parking lot --

117 EXT. LIQUOR STORE PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 117

Keller gets out of the truck and starts across the

parking lot towards the apartment house.

118 INT. BLACK SEDAN - PARKED - CONTINUOUS 118

Loki pulls to the side of the road, watching Keller

trudge across the parking lot when a truck comes up

behind him --

Loki waves him past, but the truck doesn’t budge, BLARING

HIS HORN --

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LOKI:

Sh*t. Sh*t sh*t sh*t.

A:

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119 EXT. LIQUOR STORE PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 119

Keller hears the truck’s HORN BLARING. He looks over and

spots Loki’s car.

Keller freezes. He’s busted; standing in the middle of a

parking lot, nowhere near his truck, about to lead Loki

to the apartment house.

He grimaces, thinking. He looks back over his shoulder.

The liquor store MANAGER, 38, is raising the storefront

security cage --

Keller does an about face, and starts walking back,

veering towards the liquor store.

120 INT. BLACK SEDAN - PARKED - CONTINUOUS 120

Loki watches, baffled, as Keller walks into the liquor

store.

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122A EXT. PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 122A

The freezing rain begins turning to snow. Loki’s side

mirror reflects cars passing as he waits for Keller to

come out of the liquor store.

122 INT. BLACK SEDAN - PARKED - MOMENTS LATER 122

Loki watches as Keller walks from the liquor store, paper

bag in hand, making a bee line for Loki’s car. Loki

shakes his head; he can’t believe this guy.

(CONTINUED)

As he approaches, Keller pulls the bottle from the paper

bag, unscrews the cap and takes a slug...

123 EXT. LIQUOR STORE PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 123

Keller knocks on Loki’s passenger side window. Loki puts

the window down...

KELLER:

Why are you following me?

124 INT. BLACK SEDAN - PARKED - CONTINUOUS 124

Loki leans over the seat and opens the door.

LOKI:

Sit down.

Keller takes his time, but he does as he’s asked and gets

in. He sits there and takes another long haul of

whiskey.

LOKI (CONT’D)

You’ve got a bag of lye in your

basement that’s half gone. And

your wife thinks you’ve been out

helping us -- which we both know

isn’t true.

Keller shakes his head in bitter disbelief, breathes out:

KELLER:

Used the lye to bury our dog last

year. And helping the cops sounds

better than I’ve been driving

aimlessly in my truck, ‘cause I

don’t know what the f*** else to

do.

LOKI:

Is that what you were doing on

Saturday night?

KELLER:

Probably.

LOKI:

I’m asking because you assaulted a

man who is now missing.

KELLER:

I heard. So what happened to him?

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LOKI:

I assume the fact you’re asking

means you don’t know.

KELLER:

I didn’t think it was something I

could get away with.

LOKI:

It’s not.

KELLER:

Couldn’t be that he skipped town

‘cause the a**hole is guilty, nah

couldn’t be that, ‘cause that

would be your fault, wouldn’t it?

LOKI:

Where were you going just now?

KELLER:

(raises the bottle)

To get this.

LOKI:

No, before that. You were walking

in the other direction, across the

parking lot towards Campello

Street.

Keller drinks some more, stalling, until:

KELLER:

I haven’t had a drink in a long

time. I figured if I walked

around the parking lot for a

while, by the time they opened I’d

stop wanting it so bad. Then I

saw you, and that sort of helped

make up my mind.

Loki stares into Keller’s eyes, finding no apparent trace

of falsity, just undeniable sadness. Keller offers the

bottle to Loki. Loki shakes his head.

LOKI:

Your little girl will need you

when she comes home, Mr. Dover.

You and your wife need to take

care of yourselves, that’s the

best thing you can do for her

right now.

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KELLER:

Thanks for the tip.

(guzzles some

whiskey)

I heard kids gone for more than a

week have half as good a chance of

being found. And after a month

almost none are. Not alive.

Beat. A heavy quiet...the falling snow...

LOKI:

It hasn’t been a week yet.

Keller starts to get out, but before he closes the door --

LOKI (CONT’D)

You don’t think I’m going to let

you get behind the wheel of an

automobile after you’ve been

drinking -- in the middle of a

blizzard. Let me drive you home.

KELLER:

I’m gonna walk.

Keller shuts the door, and Loki watches as he walks off

into the white blur of falling snow.

125 EXT. THE DOVERS' HOUSE - DUSK 125

Keller trudges up his driveway, completely drunk, half

frozen. He tosses the now empty bottle of whiskey into a

snow drift.

126 INT. BEDROOM - THE DOVERS' HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 126

Keller walks in. Grace is passed out in bed. He takes

his boots off, almost falling over in the process.

Then he crawls into bed with his clothes on, his

bloodshot eyes fluttering closed...

CUT TO:

127 INT. KELLER’S DREAM - BEDROOM - NIGHT - THE DOVERS' HOUSE 127

Keller opens his eyes to see ANNA STANDING BY THE SIDE OF

THE BED. He’s too shocked to speak. She holds up a red

whistle.

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ANNA:

Look, Daddy! We found it!

We found it! It was at the bottom

of the Brewers’ pool!

Keller sits up, eyes tearing, reaching for her --

BACK TO:

128 INT. BEDROOM - THE DOVERS' HOUSE - MORNING 128

Keller wakes up aghast, and still a little drunk. He

thinks for a moment -- staring at the spot where Anna

stood in his dream, when suddenly his face goes hard with

fright --

KELLER:

No -- no --

He jumps out of bed --

129 INT. DEN - PAUL BREWER’S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 129

BILL BREWER, 8, stares through a sliding glass door at

the pool area in his back yard. He’s intently watching

something we can’t yet see...

BILL:

Mom, there’s a man in our yard.

JANE BREWER, 29, still in pajamas, coffee in hand, walks

up behind Bill --

JANE:

Come eat your breakfast, Bill.

She looks out the glass door, and drops her coffee.

JANE (CONT’D)

(calling into the

next room)

Paul! PAUL!

130 EXT. POOL AREA - PAUL BREWER’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 130

Paul, in boots and pajamas, slowly slides open the glass

door, frightened eyes locked on...

The pool. Someone’s dragged part of the pool cover off.

Paul walks up to the pool’s edge, his wife and son

watching through the glass door in the background...

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Baffled, Paul stares down at the exposed icy green water

when suddenly -- KELLER BURSTS TO THE SURFACE, SUCKING

AIR --

Paul almost has a heart attack, backing away, eyes wide,

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