The Insider Page #18

EXT. WIGAND'S HOUSE #2, LOUISVILLE - TWILIGHT

Jeffrey drives up the block and onto his driveway. Seeing a

MAN in a suit, an ear piece in his ear, disappearing around

the corner of his house, Jeffrey leaps out of the car. But

the front door's open. So instead of chasing after, he runs

inside...

INT. THE WIGAND'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY/TWILIGHT

And he sees another Man is in the living room...

WIGAND:

Who the hell are you?! What are you

doing in my house?!

And he sees Lowell enter from the dining room...

LOWELL:

It's okay, Jeff.

SECURITY GUARD:

Mr. Wigand, you need to speak to...

LOWELL:

(wry)

It's okay. You got your own security

now...

Wigand catches his breath.

WIGAND:

Lowell, I can't afford --

LOWELL:

...they "volunteered." A friend owns a

large security company.

TALIFARO:

How are you doing, Mr. Wigand? I'm Jon

Talifaro. There'll be three of us on

detail.

LIANE:

(crossing through)

I'm going to the store. Please explain

our new "houseguests" to your children.

And Wigand looks at Lowell... Barbara comes into the living

room and holds onto her father's leg.

WIGAND:

I called Richard Scruggs in

Mississippi...

LOWELL:

I heard.

WIGAND:

I'm going to be a witness for them in

their litigation. So I'm going to fly to

Pascagoula to give a deposition...

LOWELL:

I know. I'm going to go there tonight...

WIGAND:

Did you have a good day?

DEBORAH:

Yes, I did. I had a great day.

WIGAND:

Coffee, Lowell?

LOWELL:

Yeah.

(to kids)

Want to play that game we were playing

before? You know, I think you got it up

to five. I was ahead of you.

She goes over and holds his hand. And as he holds her hand,

seeing what his life has become, he looks up and his glance

connects with Lowell...

INT. THE KITCHEN, THE WIGANDS' HOUSE - NIGHT

We see out the window a Security Guard, incongruous, walking

by. And we see Liane, finished with the dinner dishes,

silently wiping off the sink. There's a pall you could cut

with a knife. A moment, and Jeffrey comes in the kitchen

door from the garden... He stops to wash his hands in the

sink.

LIANE:

Please don't wash your hands in the sink.

WIGAND:

Where should I wash them?

LIANE:

Use the bathroom.

WIGAND:

What's the difference...

LIANE:

That's for food.

But he ignores her, washing his hands... And she turns the

water off. He turns it back on. He thinks, then turns it

off. Then she turns it on.

LIANE (cont'd)

Leave it on! Just leave it on, okay?!

And she turns and leaves the room, coldly, all her anger

repressed. For Jeffrey, everything else and now this? The

running faucet.

EXT. THE WIGANDS' HOUSE, LOUISVILLE - LATE NIGHT

The house on the quiet suburban street. A Security Guard,

incongruous, a noticeable bulge where his shoulder holster

is, sitting watch under the porch light on the small front

porch in a metal porch chair.

INT. THE BASEMENT, THE WIGANDS' HOUSE - LATE NIGHT

And we see Jeffrey, unable to sleep, sitting at his desk,

alone in the basement, listening to classical music. He

instinctively turns. And he sees Liane, in her bathrobe, has

come down to sit on the basement stairs. He looks over at

her. And he thinks she's come down to make up. And all she

really wants him to do is say, "I need you..." But he

can't... And like ships that pass in the night, nothing's

said. It's quiet. She puts her hands protectively in her

robe pockets. And she starts to cry...

LIANE:

I don't think I can do this... I want to

stand by my husband... I really do,

Jeffrey. But I don't think I can do this

anymore. I am so sorry...

WIGAND:

Can we talk about this when I get back?

LIANE:

Yes...Jeffrey.

She goes back up the stairs. And as Jeffrey sits in the

basement, and the music plays.

INT. THE LOUISVILLE AIRPORT - DAY

We see Jeffrey and his Security Man. He passes a small

Filipino Woman in a nurse's uniform and a Man in clerical

garb, who hands him a small American Flag, asking for

donations. And, now, he passes through the metal detector.

He nods thanks and walks towards us, relaxing, looking behind

every so often to see if anybody is following him. As he

passes Gate 3, he HEARS over his shoulder...

THE MAN:

(friendly)

Jeff...?

Jeffrey turns and the Man throws a sheaf of SUBPOENAS at his

chest...

THE MAN (CONT'D)

(nasty)

You've been served.

And he turns and walks off. And as Jeffrey looks down at the

subpoenas...

INT. RICHARD SCRUGGS' KITCHEN - 7:00 A.M.

Jeffrey is sitting with Scruggs and Motley in Scruggs'

kitchen around a semi-circular counter. Coffee and sweet

rolls. It's casual. No one's dressed for court. Scruggs

has been looking through the sheaf of subpoenas. About

Motley, we sense power held in reserve.

RICHARD SCRUGGS:

Now, what this one is, is a temporary

restraining order, a gag order, issued by

a Kentucky court.

Meanwhile, a movie-star handsome man in shirtsleeves and a

tie, a coffee cup in his hand, enters and sits casually on

the arm of a chair.

RICHARD SCRUGGS (CONT'D)

(introducing)

Jeff Wigand, Michael Moore.

MICHAEL MOORE:

Good to meet you, Dr. Wigand.

RICHARD SCRUGGS:

Mike's our Attorney General down here.

(to Moore)

I was just explaining to Jeff, they got a

Kentucky court to issue a gag order to

stop his deposition today.

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