The Insider Page #15

DEBORAH:

What are you cooking?

LIANE:

I'm cooking pasta primavera.

DEBORAH:

Oh, I love that stuff.

And now she hears from the basement the BELL RING on

Jeffrey's computer. It's a tiny bell, incessant... She

crosses to the basement stairs.

LIANE:

I'm going to have to go downstairs.

INT. WIGANDS' NEW HOUSE, BASEMENT OFFICE - NIGHT

Liane down the stairs, approaching Jeffrey's computer. And

she SEES an incoming E-mail icon - a large letter with wings -

flying repetitively across the screen.

The bell RINGING is louder. She calls-up the E-mail... On

the screen in large RED letters:

WE WILL KILL YOU. WE WILL KILL ALL OF

YOU. SHUT THE F*** UP.

And now Liane is shouting and running up the stairs and...

LIANE:

Debbie, Barbara... Debbie!

EXT. THE WIGANDS' HOUSE, LOUISVILLE - EVENING

Jeffrey, having arrived home from work, pulls the mail out of

the mailbox, now stands, frozen, staring at something... And

he sees, standing upright in the back of the mail box, like a

monument of threat, a single hollow point .38 CALIBER BULLET.

He freezes... And simultaneously...

Liane and the Girls are running toward him...like in a bad

f***ing dream. He's looking at them. Liane is saying

something about E-mail, but his slow-motion attention is

still arrested by the statuesque bullet. As they close on

him...

EXT. NEW ORLEANS, THE FRENCH QUARTER - NIGHT

And we see Lowell lit by FLASHING POLICE LIGHTS. We're at a

crime scene. Uniformed cops on horseback. Just arrived, the

Cameraman's unloading his gear, preparing to shoot B-roll.

LOWELL:

What happened?

COP:

Dispatch received a call of shots fired

in the area. Uniforms arrived on the

scene and found this white male subject

shot to death.

LOWELL:

Was it gang related?

COP:

There's no indication as far as a tag or

an advertisement...

Police moving around as Lowell's cell phone RINGS...

LOWELL:

(answering)

Excuse me. Yeah...

INT. WIGANDS' HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT

WIGAND:

They're terrorizing us. Death threats?!

To my family? My kids?!

LOWELL'S VOICE (OVER)

What are you talking about?

WIGAND:

Someone put a bullet in my mailbox.

LOWELL:

Jeff, call the FBI right away...

WIGAND:

They do this with impunity!

LOWELL:

Jeff...

WIGAND:

They get to go home at night. What does

it cost these people to do this to us?

Nothing?! My girls are crying, so f***

them! I want to tape! I'm done thinking

about it.

LOWELL'S VOICE (OVER)

(frustrated)

I heard you. But I got to arrange a

legal defense first. I got to get you to

testify in court, get it on public

record.

WIGAND:

(cuts in)

Then hold it off the air until you got

that. But I want to go to New York.

And I want to go on the record. Right

now!

LOWELL:

Good. But Jeff...

WIGAND:

I'll call them, Lowell.

INT. WIGAND'S HOUSE, LOUISVILLE - NIGHT

And two older, local FBI AGENTS #1 and #2 are sitting with

Jeffrey in his living room...

FBI AGENT #2

Did you handle the round, Mr. Wigand?

WIGAND:

Yes, I'm afraid I did.

FBI AGENT #1

We won't be able to lift usable prints.

FBI AGENT #2

Do you own a gun, Mr. Wigand?

WIGAND:

A gun? Yes.

FBI AGENT #2

What caliber is your gun?

WIGAND:

What caliber is my gun?

FBI AGENT #2

Yes, sir. What caliber is your gun?

WIGAND:

(a dawning realization)

What does that have to do with the price

of tea in China?

Now one of the kids is crying, Liane trying to calm her,

takes her out of the room.

WIGAND (CONT'D)

(a beat, realizing)

You think I put that bullet in the

mailbox myself...?

FBI AGENT #2

If we could take a look, Mr. Wigand...

And he gets up... They follow him into the bedroom. He

unlocks the side drawer on his night stand, taking out a gun,

giving it to one of the Agents.

FBI AGENT #1

Why do you keep this gun?

WIGAND:

I don't think it's unconstitutional yet

to own a gun. I'm a target shooter.

FBI AGENT #2

That bullet was for a .38 caliber. Do

you own a .38?

WIGAND:

Yes, I do. A .38 Target Master. In my

gun safe downstairs. A .45 Gold Cup. A

.22 target pistol. So what?

FBI AGENT #2

(after a beat)

Do you have a history of emotional

problems, Mr. Wigand?

WIGAND:

Yes. Yes, I do.

(beat)

Yes, I get extremely emotional when

a**holes put bullets in my mailbox...!

And we hear Liane's voice from downstairs...

LIANE'S VOICE (OVER)

(upset)

I didn't tell you that so you could just

pick it up and take it away. Jeffrey!

And we see Liane following FBI Agent #3, coming up the stairs

from the basement, and the Agent is carrying Jeffrey's

computer...

WIGAND:

What's going on?

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