The Making of 'The Mean Season' Page #6
- Year:
- 1985
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[Gunshot]
[Telephone rings]
JUST GIVE IT A COUPLE
OF FULL RINGS.
[Ring]
MALCOM, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.
IT'S NOLAN.
[Sighs]
O.K.
SOME GUY WHO'S
BEEN FOLLOWING:
MY STORIES:
JUST WALKED:
INTO THE JOURNAL.
THE KILLER.
HE SAYS:
TELL HIM:
WE'RE ON OUR WAY.
WHAT IF THE CALL
COMES HERE?
HE KNOWS WHERE:
TO REACH YOU.
HE ALWAYS HAS.
UH, LOOK, UH...
.
MAYBE THIS ISN' THE RIGHT PERSON, YOU KNOW
IT SEEMED LIKE:
A WEIRD COINCIDENCE TO ME
WHEN I READ MY NAME
IN THAT STORY:
AT THE TRAILER.
THOSE FIVE MURDERS
HE TOLD YOU ABOU
SOUND LIKE A SERIES
OF MURDERS:
THAT HAPPENED IN CHICAGO
A FEW YEARS AGO.
I WAS WORKING AT A STATE-FUNDED
HALFWAY HOUSE AT THE TIME
FOR DOPERS, ALCOHOLICS,
MENTAL HOSPITAL DISCHARGEES.
SOME CHARACTER:
STUMBLES INTO MY OFFICE.
THAT KILLED THOSE FIVE PEOPLE
IN CHICAGO.
AND TURNED HIMSELF IN,
BUT THEY CHASED HIM OU
BECAUSE SOME PSYCHIATRIS DECIDED THAT HE WAS SOMEBODY
THAT GOT OFF:
MAKING CONFESSIONS, AND, UH,
HE NEEDED THE HEADLINES.
WELL, I WENT DOWN
TO THE PRECINCT WITH HIM
AND LISTENED:
TO HIS STORY,
AND IT SOUNDED:
STRAIGHT TO ME.
IT TURNED OUT, THOUGH,
THAT HE DID HAVE A HISTORY
OF FALSE CONFESSIONS.
[O'Shaughnessy
chuckles]
HE WAS PISSED, THOUGH.
I MEAN, HE WAS PISSED.
HE FIGURED HE FINALLY
DID SOMETHING,
THEN SOMEBODY ELSE
GOT THE CREDIT.
WELL,
AFTER THE VISI TO THE POLICE,
HE KEPT COMING:
AROUND?
NO. HE, UH...
AFTER THINGS QUIET DOWN,
FOR BEING SO UNSELFISH.
AND THEN HE, UH--
HE SAID IF I TRIED TO
GET ANY ATTENTION
FROM WHAT HE'D DONE,
HE'D HAVE ME KILLED.
YOU GOT A NAME:
ON THIS GUY?
UH, YEAH.
ALAN DELOUR.
SOUNDS LIKE OUR MAN.
??[Dramatic music]
[Siren]
LIEUTENANT,
NO ONE UP HERE.
O.K. IT'S CLEAR.
THERE'S NOBODY
UP THERE.
PERIMETER PEOPLE,
BRING IT ON IN.
MISSED HIM AGAIN.
HEY.
WE'LL BE THERE, RAY--
AROUND THE CORNER.
DOESN'T LOOK LIKE
THERE WAS ANYBODY
THERE ALL NIGHT.
RAYMOND.
I'M GOING TO GE MAL IN HERE.
[Starts tape player]
[Delour on tape]
THIS IS FOR MALCOLM.
YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR,
ANDERSON.
[Reporters asking questions]
SHE'S NOT IN THERE.
NO,
BUT HE'S OUR GUY.
HE LEFT A TAPE:
FOR YOU, MAL.
[Reporter]
WHAT DO YOU THINK,
MALCOLM? COME ON!
UPSTAIRS.
WE'LL BE OUTSIDE.
COME ON.
[Delour on tape]
THIS IS FOR MALCOLM.
YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR,
SO YOU KNOW WHO I AM.
IT WAS TIME.
I'M NOT SURE
WHAT TO DO NOW--
HOW TO WRAP IT ALL UP
SO IT MAKES SENSE.
I--I'M VERY SORRY
ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND,
BUT YOU GOT SO MUCH
FROM ALL THIS.
YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN
THERE WOULD BE A PRICE.
??[Sad music]
HOW IT ENDS, I'LL CALL.
OH, AND PLEASE SPELL
MY NAME RIGHT.
ALAN WITH ONE "L,"
DELOUR, D-E-L-O-U-R.
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.
??[Dramatic music]
HEY, COULD I HAVE
SOME PRIVACY?
[Telephone rings]
[Telephone rings]
[Alan]
MALCOLM?
WHAT'S THE MATTER,
ALAN?
NOBODY ELSE:
TO TALK TO?
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE
TO TALK TO CHRISTINE?
IS SHE ALIVE?
JUST TELL ME.
SHE'S RIGHT HERE
WITH ME.
S:
WE'RE OUT IN THE GLADE
ELLIS HAMMOCK,
OUT NEAR COOPERTOWN.
I'LL TRADE HER
FOR YOU.
AND DON' BRING THE POLICE.
THEY'LL JUST RUIN I FOR ALL OF US.
BYE.
[Thunder]
??[Dramatic music]
GO!
[Policeman]
TAKE THE RIGHT FLANK!
OVER HERE.
WE FOUND A NAVY BOAT.
[Policeman] OVER HERE
HE'S RUNNING AWAY!
STRAIGHT AHEAD.
WE'VE MADE CONTAC WITH THE SUSPECT.
YOU TWO,
CIRCLE THAT SIDE.
YOU, COME WITH ME.
[Gunshots]
[Ray]
NO SHOOTING.
HE HAS A HOSTAGE.
[Shouting over wind]
WHERE IS SHE, ALAN?
YOU COWARD, ANDERSON!
YOU COULDN'T DO
ANYONE WITH YOU!
IT'S OVER! YOU CAN' GET OUT OF HERE!
I DIDN'T WANT TO!
YOU AND ME, MALCOLM!
THAT'S WHAT I WANTED!
YOU CAN HAVE THAT!
!
JUST SEND HER OUT,
AND I'LL COME IN THERE
YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!
WHERE IS SHE, ALAN?
IT'S TOO LATE!
GODDAMN YOU,
ANDERSON!
GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!
ALAN!
[Gunshot]
ALAN!
CHRISTINE!
??[Dramatic music]
WHERE IS SHE?
MAL!
MAL, HE'S DEAD!
THEY FOUND HER!
THEY FOUND HER!
WHERE?
SHE'S O.K.
JUST STRAIGHT BACK.
STRAIGHT BACK.
GET HIM OUT OF THERE.
MOVE HIM!
STAY HERE. I DON'T WAN ANYBODY TOUCHING HIM.
DAMN IT!
??[Soft music]
[Reporter] HEY, MAL!
DID HE RAPE HER?
[Reporters asking questions]
DID YOU LET HIM:
GET AWAY, LIEUTENANT?
LISTEN, JERK!
STAND BACK!
IT'S OVER.
[Thunder]
THAT STUFF STINGS.
[Door blows open]
[Wind chime ringing]
.
I BETTER:
TIE THE PLACE DOWN
I'M GOING TO GE SOME ASPIRIN.
[Creaking]
[Creak]
??[Dramatic music]
[Glass shatters]
YOU ARE GOING:
TO BE SORRY,
MY FRIEND.
WHOSE BODY WAS THAT?
NUMBER FIVE.
A GOOD LIKENESS,
DON'T YOU THINK?
I NEED YOU.
SHUT UP.
I CAN'T SHUT UP.
.
YOU WERE THE STORY
. THAT'S THE PROBLEM
SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE
ALONG THE LINE,
YOU STOLE I AWAY FROM ME.
[Christine]
MALCOLM?
[Malcolm]
DON'T COME IN!
HE'S IN HERE,
CHRISTINE.
COME ON.
AH!
JUST--JUS KEEP ME, DELOUR,
.
BUT LET HER GO:
WE HAD A GREAT THING
GOING, MALCOLM.
IT WAS REALLY WORKING
FOR BOTH OF US,
WASN'T IT?
IT STILL CAN, ALAN.
BUT THEN YOU:
TURNED ON ME.
.
YOU WANTED:
TO BE THE STAR:
YOU BROUGHT IN:
THE COPS.
AN UNDERSTANDING.
YOU'RE STILL
THE STAR, ALAN.
YOU'RE JUST TALKING
TO STAY ALIVE!
GOD, THAT MAKES ME
HATE YOU.
YOU'RE TRYING
TO DISTRACT ME.
DON'T YOU THINK
I'VE THOUGH ABOUT THOSE THINGS?
I MEAN, AT LEAS THE OTHERS WENT OU
WITH SOME DIGNITY.
THEY DIDN'T BEG
LIKE YOU'RE BEGGING.
MALCOLM...
THAT DOES:
DISAPPOINT ME.
DON'T MOVE!
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
I'M RIGHT HERE, ALAN.
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
CHRISTINE.
[Hysterical]
WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
ALL RIGHT, ALAN.
ALL RIGHT.
SO, WHEN THEY COME
AND FIND THE BODIES,
WHO GETS TO TELL
THE STORY?
[Alan] THEY'LL FIND
SOMEBODY.
[Malcom] HE WON'T TELL I LIKE I CAN.
HE WON'T UNDERSTAND YOU
LIKE I DO.
WE'LL JUST WAIT UNTIL
THE POWER COMES BACK ON,
AND THEN WE'LL
RECORD IT ON VIDEOTAPE.
TV STATION IN THE COUNTRY.
I'LL TURN
THE MACHINE ON--
DON'T!
DON'T DO ANYTHING.
AND IT'S GOOD FOR ME!
WE GOT THE CAMERA
RIGHT HERE.
WE GOT LIGHTS.
WE GOT THE EQUIPMENT.
DON'T MOVE!
I'M NOT MOVING.
I'M RIGHT HERE.
ALL WE HAVE:
TO DO--
??[Dramatic music]
[Christine]
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
MALCOLM!
CALL THE POLICE.
[Clicking telephone]
THE LINE'S DEAD.
YOU CAN'T SHOOT ME,
MY FRIEND.
THIS IS:
TOO GOOD A STORY.
YOU WOULDN'T PASS UP
THE 7:
00 NEWS.TELEVISION.
YOU NEED AN AUDIENCE.
HA! JUST LIKE ME.
SHOOT HIM!
YOU WON'T SHOOT ME,
MY FRIEND.
I'M SAFE.
DON'T TAKE ANOTHER--
[Gunshot]
[Thud]
[Crying]
[Typing]
YOU DIDN'T PU YOUR NAME ON IT.
[Typing]
??[Soft music]
I LOVE YOU.
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