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1 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE MANOR HOUSE - DAWN 1
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The grounds of a New England manor. Pre-dawn misty.
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2 INT. MANOR - PANTRY - LIVING ROOM - FOYER - HALLWAY - DAWN 2
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INSIDE THE MANOR
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Unlit and still. Gothic with a theme of antique games,
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arcane puzzles and decorative weapons.
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First floor: A drawing room, living room, kitchen. The
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detritus of a party. Stray champagne flutes.
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3 INT. THROMBEY ESTATE - 2ND FLOOR - DAWN 3
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Follow one housekeeper named FRAN carrying a tray of coffee
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up a flight of stairs.
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Second floor: a hallway, doors all closed. The house has
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not woken up, and Fran steps lightly. Up a much narrower
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creaky flight of steep stairs.
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4 INT. THROMBEY ESTATE - 3RD FLOOR MASTER BEDROOM - DAWN 4
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Third floor: the master bedroom suite.
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FRAN
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Morning Mr Thrombey
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But the bed is empty, unslept in. A robe thrown across it.
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Fran heads out onto the landing and UP an EVEN NARROWER
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half flight of stairs, which leads to a single door.
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FRAN
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Mr Thrombey you up there? Mr
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Thrombey I'm coming in
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5 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - DAWN 5
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A cramped attic study, every shelf crammed with curios.
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The door swings open and Fran sees:
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HARLAN THROMBEY himself. 85 years old. Slung across a white
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leather day bed.
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Throat slit. Drenched in blood. Very much dead.
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Fran's tray slips out of her hands for a second.
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FRAN
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Shit.
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CUT TO: Title card, on black.
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THEN TO:
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6 INT. MARTA'S BEDROOM - MORNING 6
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MARTA CABRERA wakes with a cry.
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Plain, modern, cramped. Marta, in her late twenties, takes
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a moment to catch her breath. Opens a window.
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7 EXT. SOUTH BOSTON HOUSING PROJECT - MORNING 7
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A tiny window in a cheap apartment building opens, Marta's
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face appears breathing deep.
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SUPER: "ONE WEEK - after Harlan Thrombey's demise"
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8 INT. CABRERA KITCHEN - MORNING 8
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Marta sits in front of a laptop. Her MOM is at the table
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with her, her sister ALICE watches CSI on an iPad on the
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counter top. Murder related dialog from the show.
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Marta scroll through a jobs site, tired, eyes dead. Her mom
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watches, concerned.
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MOM
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Alice, turn that off now.
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ALICE
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Why it's almost over, what -
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they're finding out who did it and
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the wifi sucks in my room so it
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doesn't play it's like two minutes
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left what there isn't even anything
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bad on it, it's just normal tv and
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they're just talking ok ok goddddd
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whatever ok whatever.
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3.
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MOM
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Now please just turn it off. Turn
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it off. Now. Alice. Off. They're
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talking about murder on it, your
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sister just had a friend she loves
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slit his throat open she doesn't
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need to be hearing that right now
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let's be sensitive!
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Mom standing yelling, Alice slams the iPad cover closed.
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Marta puts her head in her hand. Looks at her mom, who
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looks back at her with protective sympathy. Marta starts
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laughing at the absurdity of it, but the laugh turns into
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crying.
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MARTA
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Alice you can keep watching your
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show it's alright.
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ALICE
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No, I guessed who did it anyway.
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I'm sorry Marta.
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Alice hugs her sister. Marta's phone rings. WALT THROMBEY.
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MARTA
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It's Harlan's son.
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(answers)
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Hi, Walt.
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(listens)
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Uh huh.
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Her face shifts in confusion.
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MARTA
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What?
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9 EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - LATE MORNING 9
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A long narrow private road leading to the Thrombey estate.
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Marta's shitty SUBCOMPACT car buzzes by, towards the house.
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10 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 10
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Several cars, including a police cruiser with a few
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uniformed officers by it. Marta pulls up. An officer eyes
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her, approaches.
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COP
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Hey! Excuse me ma'am. Are you with
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the help?
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MEG, Thrombey's college aged granddaughter, trots out.
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MEG
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Hey! Her name is Marta, she was
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granddad's nurse, she's with us.
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"The help?".
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MARTA
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(to the cop)
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It's ok, sorry.
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MEG
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(mutters)
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No. It's not ok. What the hell?
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They hug, and are both instantly crying. They laugh.
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MARTA
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Not very good. Alone, lots of just,
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this
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(the crying)
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and not knowing what to do next.
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MEG
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Anything you need, you're part of
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this family Marta.
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MARTA
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Thank you.
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11 INT. FOYER 11
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Thrombey's eldest daughter Linda opens the door for Marta.
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LINDA
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How you doing kiddo.
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Linda is 60ish, well put together, sharp and steely eyed.
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She dresses and speaks with just a little more sharpness
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than any situation she's in requires.
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MARTA
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Hi Linda. How are you?
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LINDA
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5.
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Ueuh. The funeral helped. I guess.
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Just seeing him. I thought you
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should have been there. I was out
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voted.
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Linda's husband Richard walks in, on the phone. Same age as
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Linda, gruff and confident, will put his feet up on
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anything.
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RICHARD (ON PHONE)
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I'm not the cop so I don't know.
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Alright fine, don't come, get
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arrested. Die up your own ass all I
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care.
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(hangs up)
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He's not coming.
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RICHARD (ON PHONE)
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(to Marta)
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Ransom. Little shit. Missed the
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funeral.
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STATE TROOPER WAGNER, fresh faced in his 30s, pokes his
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head in through a door.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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Excuse me, we're ready for you now,
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we'd like to see you one at a time.
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LINDA
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Alright I'll go first. I'm assuming
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this will all be wrapped up before
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the memorial tonight.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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We'll do our best ma'am.
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Linda exits with Wagner, leaving Richard and Marta.
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RICHARD
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So. How you doing kiddo.
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12 INT. LIBRARY 12
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Mystery and horror memorabilia scattered on the shelves.
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Linda sits opposite three men: LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT, in his
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30s, in a working suit. Very good at his job. The young
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Trooper Wagner stands behind him.
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6.
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Sitting back behind both of them, almost blending into the
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background, is a slight man in a linen suit. Legs and arms
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fold sharply, like a paper crane. Silent, listening.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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We are just going to reintroduce
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ourselves as a formality, I'm
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Detective Lieutenant Elliott, and
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this is Trooper Wagner. Now, I'm
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going to record, just makes it
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easier.
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(squints at his phone)
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Alright, we're with Linda Drysdale,
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nee Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's
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eldest daughter, in discussing the
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events the night of his demise, one
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week ago, November 8th.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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We're sorry for your loss.
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LINDA
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(dry as chalk)
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Thank you that means a lot.
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Elliott checks his notes.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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So we understand that night the
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family had gathered to celebrate
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your father's eighty fifth
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birthday.
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LINDA
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Yes.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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How was that?
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LINDA
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The party? Pre my dad's death? It
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was great.
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13 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY - FLASHBACK 13
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Warmly lit, classic rock playing, food laid out. Linda and
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Richard mingle happily with the rest of the family (who
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we'll meet shortly.)
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
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Did anyone besides the family show
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face?
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7.
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LINDA (V.O.)
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Uh. There was Fran, the
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housekeeper. Marta, Harlan's
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caregiver, good girl, hard worker.
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Family's from Ecuador. And Wanetta
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- Greatnana, Harlan's mom.
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At the snack table wearing a dozen coats, a woman who might
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be three hundred years old. She pounds down chips and dip
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like a machine.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
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(wow)
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His mom? How old is she?
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LINDA (V.O.)
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We have no idea.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
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Okay, Your son Ransom, was he there
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as well?
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LINDA (V.O.)
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Yes but he left early.
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RANSOM DRYSDALE, roguishly handsome in his early 30s,
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breezes out the side door, past Greatnana.
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GREATNANA
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Ransom, are you leaving?
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14 INT. LIBRARY 14
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The strange man in the linen suit taps a piano key, as if
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reminding to ask him something.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Right, did all three of you show up
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at around the same time?
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LINDA
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N...o, Richard came early to help
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the caterers set up.
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She raises a questioning finger to ask about the man but
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Okay and you and your husband
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Richard work for a real estate firm
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in Boston?
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LINDA
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8.
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(sharp)
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It's my company.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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(checks notes)
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Sorry. Right.
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LINDA
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I built my business from the ground
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up.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Just like your dad. You two were
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very close?
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LINDA
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We had our own secret way of
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communicating. You had to find that
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with dad. You had to find a game to
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play with him. And if you did that,
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and played by his rules...
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CUT TO: Richard in the chair Linda was in, giving his
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statement.
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RICHARD
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Everyone idolizes their dad, right?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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I don't know, do they?
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RICHARD
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Very much not, don't know why I
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said that. But Linda does.
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15 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 15
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Harlan Thrombey, surrounded by his family, Richard and
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Linda flanking him, a birthday cake with candles. All
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smiles.
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RICHARD (V.O.)
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Harlan started with a rusty Smith-
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Corona, built himself into one of
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the bestselling mystery writers of
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all time.
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16 INT. LIBRARY 16
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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9.
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Seems like all his kids are self
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made overachievers.
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Richard makes a "...sure" face.
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RICHARD
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Sure.
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CUT TO:
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WALT THROMBEY now sits in the questioning chair. Late 40s,
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softly obsequious in a sweater and loafers. His leg is in a
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cast.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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For the record, I'm speaking to
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Walt Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's
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youngest son.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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So you run your father's publishing
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company?
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WALT
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Yeah. It's my - it's our, it's the
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family's publishing company, dad
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trusts me to run it. 30 languages,
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over 80 million copies sold. A real
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legacy. You guys fans?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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I don't do much fiction -
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TROOPER WAGNER
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BIG fan. Big.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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His plots, like something like "A
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Thousand Knives," with the - I
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don't want to spoil it but - the
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cow and the shotgun, like where do
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you come up with that?
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WALT
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Dad said the plots just popped into
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his head fully formed, that was the
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easy part for him -
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TAP from the linen suit man's finger.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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10.
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You live in town, right? You guys
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probably arrived at around the same
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time?
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Walt looks at Linen suit, thrown.
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WALT
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Uh. We all got here around 8.
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17 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 17
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Walt laughing and mingling with his nervous wife DONNA.
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WALT (V.O.)
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My wife Donna, she's my rock.
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Richard backs up into Donna, who YELPS in fear and throws
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her martini in the air. Richard jumps, but Walt doesn't
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even register it.
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RICHARD
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Jeeesus! Donna, you alright?
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WALT (V.O.)
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And my son Jacob, he's sixteen.
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Very politically active.
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His angry looking son JACOB, who is always on his phone.
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18 INT. LIBRARY 18
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Quick cuts, each in the chair:
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RICHARD
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The boy's literally a Nazi
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MEG
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He's an alt-right troll dipshit
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WALT
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Kids today, with the internet,
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amazing.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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So the night went well?
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19 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 19
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11.
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The exact same moment we saw with Richard and Linda of
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Harlan in front of the birthday cake - but now it's Walt,
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Donna and Jacob next to Harlan.
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WALT (V.O.)
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I mean. We're all gutted but I'm
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happy we got that night with him.
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To be by his side, to think about
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our books and what we've
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accomplished with them, it's like I
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can still feel his hand on my
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shoulder.
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20 INT. LIBRARY 20
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WALT
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Passing the torch.
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Cut to: JONI THROMBEY in the chair. A striking woman, tall
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and boho chic in chunky jewelry and a flowy dress.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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So we are with Joni Thrombey,
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Harlan Thrombey's... daughter in
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law?
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JONI
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Mm. I was married to his son Neil,
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We had one daughter, Meg, and then
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Neil passed on fifteen years ago.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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And you remained close to the
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Thrombeys.
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21 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 21
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Joni dances with various family members, free and flowing.
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JONI (V.O.)
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Oh they're my family. I feel
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simultaneously freed by and
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supported by them, that balance of
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opposites is the nugget of Flam.
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22 INT. LIBRARY - PRESENT 22
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Sorry, the Nugget of?
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12.
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JONI
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Flam.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Ah! Yeah Flam, right, your skin
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care company. Sorry.
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JONI
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I forgive you, yes, it's skin care
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but it promotes a total lifestyle.
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Self sufficiency with an
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acknowledgment of human need.
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That's Flam, but it's also Harlan.
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He got me and Meg through some
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tough times.
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Meg in the chair.
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MEG
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Granddad gives my mom a yearly
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allowance, and he's never missed
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wiring a tuition payment to my
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schools. He's a genuinely selfless
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man.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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You left his party early?
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MEG
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To see some friends at Smith.
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23 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 23
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Meg trots out. Linda, pissed, to Richard so Joni can hear:
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LINDA
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you know, Dad's paying for her
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crypto-Marxist postdeconstructual
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feminist poetry theory whatever
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major, she could have stuck around
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for the cake.
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24 INT. LIBRARY 24
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JONI
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I think Linda was upset. But Harlan
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understood.
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Tap.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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13.
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Right. You two arrived together to
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the party at the same time?
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Joni looks at the linen suit man.
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JONI
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If I could - pause - because I, who
|
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is that guy? And why are we doing
|
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all this? Again?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Just some follow up questions, just
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being thorough, in order to
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determine the manner of death.
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Cut back to Walt in the chair.
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WALT
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(almost laughing)
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So by "manner of death" you mean if
|
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he was killed. If one of us killed
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him. One of his family?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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None of us think that, this is pro
|
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forma, all of it.
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CUT TO: Richard in the chair. He doesn't buy it.
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RICHARD
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Ok. So who the fuck is that?
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He points at linen suit. Elliott takes a breath.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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|
This is Benoit Blanc.
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RICHARD
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|
(the hell?)
|
|
Benoit Blanc?
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Yes. Mr. Blanc is a private
|
|
investigator of great renown.
|
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|
|
Joni in the chair.
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|
JONI
|
|
Wait a minute - I read a tweet
|
|
about a New Yorker article about
|
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you. The last of the gentlemen
|
|
sleuths? You solved that case with
|
|
the tennis champ - you're famous!
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|
14.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Mr. Blanc is not with the police
|
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department, he is not officially
|
|
involved with the case but he has
|
|
offered to consult. I happily
|
|
obliged and I can vouch for him.
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|
Linda in the chair.
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LINDA
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|
Mr. Blanc, I know who you are, I
|
|
read your New Yorker profile. It
|
|
was delightful. I just buried my
|
|
eighty five year old father who
|
|
committed suicide. Why are you
|
|
here?
|
|
|
|
Elliott and Wagner turn back to Blanc, who leans forward
|
|
slightly and speaks in the gentlest southern lilt you have
|
|
ever heard in your life.
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|
BLANC
|
|
I am here at the behest of a
|
|
client.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Who?
|
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|
|
BLANC
|
|
I cannot say, but let me assure you
|
|
this: my presence will be
|
|
ornamental.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You will find me a respectful,
|
|
quiet, passive observer. Of the
|
|
truth.
|
|
|
|
Elliott and Wagner turn nervously back to Linda. She
|
|
doesn't look thrilled. Cut to Richard.
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|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Fine. Are we getting there?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Nearly. Harlan's nurse. She was at
|
|
the party in a professional
|
|
capacity?
|
|
|
|
Blanc begins idly playing with a silver dollar.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Marta?
|
|
15.
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|
25 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 25
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|
|
The family is engaged in an animated discussion, Marta
|
|
standing on the outskirts.
|
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|
|
RICHARD (V.O.)
|
|
I guess. Harlan hired her to be
|
|
around, take care of whatever
|
|
medical needs pop up, but really
|
|
she's like part of the family.
|
|
|
|
Richard beckons with his cake, calls Marta into the
|
|
discussion, into the circle of the family.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD (V.O.)
|
|
Good kid, been a good friend to
|
|
Harlan. Her family's from Paraguay.
|
|
Linda really likes her work ethic.
|
|
|
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|
|
26 INT. LIBRARY 26
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
"Immigrants - we get the job done."
|
|
From Hamilton.
|
|
|
|
Wagner gives him a smile to show he got the reference.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Oh Hamilton!
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
I saw it at the public.
|
|
|
|
Cut to Linda back in the chair.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
May I just - and then I'll recede,
|
|
but as a self made man myself I
|
|
have to express my admiration for
|
|
how you've followed in your
|
|
father's footsteps.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Thank you.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Just marvelous. The whole family
|
|
too. Joni with her things, Walt
|
|
with his publishing empire.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Well.
|
|
16.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Blanc pauses. Doesn't push anything. Just waits a moment.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Yes. I mean. Walt, yeah. He's done
|
|
well with what dad's given him.
|
|
Walt - not like it matters but he
|
|
was sort of adrift, dad gave him
|
|
the job, but really dad hands him a
|
|
book twice a year and Walt
|
|
publishes it, I mean... it's just
|
|
not the same.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
But surely Walt runs the
|
|
merchandising, adaptations, film
|
|
and television rights...
|
|
|
|
Linda squints, narrowing her eyes on Blanc. Softly:
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Are you baiting me, Detective? You
|
|
know he doesn't, and you think I'm
|
|
dumb enough to be baited into
|
|
talking family business, into shit
|
|
talking my brother in front of a
|
|
police detective and a state
|
|
trooper -
|
|
|
|
Richard in the chair.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Walt doesn't run shit! There are no
|
|
film or TV rights, Harlan's never
|
|
allowed any adaptations of his
|
|
books. Hates the idea.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
No!
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Oh yeah! Drives Walt nuts, cause
|
|
that's where the real money's at.
|
|
When he gets a little Irish courage
|
|
in him he'll get into it with
|
|
Harlan.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Did he get "into it" at the party?
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Oh my god.
|
|
17.
|
|
|
|
|
|
27 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 27
|
|
|
|
Walt with a drink in his hand has cornered Harlan. Richard
|
|
watches across the room as Walt goes from arguing to
|
|
pleading.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD (V.O.)
|
|
He wouldn't leave him alone, poor
|
|
guy. Harlan had to give him the
|
|
hook.
|
|
|
|
Harlan has had enough, he takes Walt's arm and leads him
|
|
into the drawing room for a private talk.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD (V.O.)
|
|
I didn't hear what he said but he
|
|
must have really handed him his
|
|
lunch, Walt was like a wounded
|
|
puppy the rest of the night.
|
|
|
|
|
|
28 INT. LIBRARY 28
|
|
|
|
Walt in the chair, indignant.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
What? Richard said what? Jesus. No,
|
|
we didn't get "into it."
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I'm just trying to get an accurate
|
|
impression - Harlan took you aside
|
|
at the party, when you returned you
|
|
were chastened, what did Harlan say
|
|
to you?
|
|
|
|
Walt starts to open his mouth, hesitates. Off his
|
|
frightened face we FLASH BACK:
|
|
|
|
|
|
29 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 29
|
|
|
|
Walt, drunk, Harlan guiding him firmly into the shadows.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
The Netflix guys, their business
|
|
affairs guy sent over something,
|
|
hard numbers this time, and I think
|
|
- this is a window, it's not Walt.
|
|
going to last and you should just
|
|
look at these numbers
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
18.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Walt. Walt.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Dad you put me in charge of our
|
|
books let me be in charge, let me
|
|
do this! Please.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
They're not our books, son. They're
|
|
my books. And this is not how I
|
|
wanted to have this conversation
|
|
but, you're right, it's unfair of
|
|
me to keep you tethered to
|
|
something that isn't yours to
|
|
control.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I've done you a grave disservice
|
|
all these years, I've kept you from
|
|
building something of your own,
|
|
that's yours. You're not going to
|
|
run the publishing house anymore.
|
|
You are free of it.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Dad. Are you firing me?
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
We'll talk about details tomorrow.
|
|
But my mind's made up. Good boy.
|
|
|
|
Harlan pats his face, then leaves him shell shocked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
30 INT. LIBRARY 30
|
|
|
|
Back to Walt's hesitating face. The briefest of moments has
|
|
passed. Walt lies:
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
We talked, we had a business
|
|
discussion, about e-books, Jesus,
|
|
it was nothing. You want to talk
|
|
about an argument, hell Ransom had
|
|
an argument with him.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Ransom, Richard and Linda's son?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
19.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Look we love Ransom, he is a good
|
|
kid, we love him.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
...but
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
But he's always been the black
|
|
sheep of the family, and I'm not,
|
|
I, I keep stuff like this in the
|
|
family, but with Ransom, he's never
|
|
had a job. But dad for some unknown
|
|
reason has always supported him,
|
|
they've got this love hate bond.
|
|
They fight. But that night, god.
|
|
They had a blow out.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
About what?
|
|
|
|
|
|
31 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 31
|
|
|
|
The family having a conversation, everyone but Harlan,
|
|
Jacob and Ransom. It grinds to a halt as through the door
|
|
to Harlan's study indistinct shouting booms.
|
|
|
|
WALT (V.O.)
|
|
We couldn't make it out, but it was
|
|
huge. And it was strange they went
|
|
in another room to do it - they
|
|
usually love stoking up drama in
|
|
front of the whole family.
|
|
|
|
Ransom bursts out of the doors and storms out of the party,
|
|
past Greatnana.
|
|
|
|
GREATNANA
|
|
Ransom are you leaving?
|
|
|
|
|
|
32 INT. LIBRARY 32
|
|
|
|
Richard in the chair.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Speaking of getting into it, you
|
|
were at the house early to help the
|
|
caterer set up. Did you converse
|
|
with Harlan at that time?
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
He was there, we must have spoke.
|
|
20.
|
|
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
In his study?
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
I don't think so.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You see, I spoke with the caterer
|
|
this morning. She didn't see you
|
|
helping her staff, but she did hear
|
|
Harlan in a screaming match with
|
|
someone that afternoon. In his
|
|
study.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
I don't, a screaming match? No.
|
|
Joni was here too, she was early,
|
|
maybe it was her, ask her.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
These were two male voices.
|
|
|
|
|
|
33 INT. HALLWAY - DAY OF PARTY 33
|
|
|
|
A CATERER walks through with a platter. Pauses, hears
|
|
shouting through the wall.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Harlan shouted the phrase
|
|
|
|
HARLAN (O.S.)
|
|
...you tell her or I will!
|
|
|
|
|
|
34 INT. LIBRARY 34
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You tell her. Or I will. Bells
|
|
ringing?
|
|
|
|
For a just a split second, Richard considers what he is
|
|
going to say. In the second, we FLASH BACK:
|
|
|
|
|
|
35 INT. SMALL STUDY - DAY OF PARTY 35
|
|
|
|
Harlan showing Richard photos on a laptop. Long lens
|
|
photos, of Richard kissing a woman who is not Linda.
|
|
|
|
Richard glares at it, Harlan turns an old baseball over in
|
|
his hands.
|
|
21.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
That's none of your business,
|
|
Harlan. Stay out of my marriage.
|
|
|
|
Harlan holds up a sealed small envelope with flowery
|
|
embroidery, "L" written on the front.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I know my daughter. She'd want to
|
|
know. I've put it all in this
|
|
letter to her, tomorrow she gets
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
I'm warning you once, don't do this
|
|
like hell -
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
She deserves to know, you're going
|
|
to tell her!
|
|
|
|
Harlan slams the baseball down on the desk.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
You tell her or I will!
|
|
|
|
|
|
36 INT. LIBRARY 36
|
|
|
|
Back to Richard. He grins, snaps his fingers.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Yes. I know - yes, ha. So. Harlan
|
|
decided to finally put his mom in a
|
|
nursing home. Which Linda always
|
|
opposed. And I was going to wait
|
|
till we were back home in Boston to
|
|
tell her, so there wouldn't be a
|
|
whole scene, but Harlan wanted me
|
|
to tell her then. That was it.
|
|
Sorry. Forgot.
|
|
|
|
Joni in the chair.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
The house?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Early. Richard said you were there.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
I was. At the house early.
|
|
22.
|
|
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
To see Harlan?
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
To see Harlan. Yes.
|
|
|
|
Joni stops, smelling something in the air. She's about to
|
|
ask about it but -
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
What were you seeing Harlan about?
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
It was just a mix up with the
|
|
payment for Meg's tuition.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I'm sorry to press, what kind of
|
|
mix up?
|
|
|
|
Joni hesitates, we FLASH BACK:
|
|
|
|
|
|
37 INT. SMALL STUDY - DAY OF PARTY 37
|
|
|
|
Harlan at his desk, toying with the same old baseball. This
|
|
is a thing he does at his desk. Joni standing, arms
|
|
crossed.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
The school hasn't got the check
|
|
yet, I don't know why Alan didn't
|
|
mail it
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
Alan didn't mail it because he
|
|
caught a discrepancy. Alan's office
|
|
has been wiring tuition directly to
|
|
the school, as per your request.
|
|
But Phyllis's office that handles
|
|
your yearly allowance has been
|
|
wiring the tuition money directly
|
|
to you as well. As per your
|
|
request. You've been double dipping
|
|
Meg's tuition, stealing from me. A
|
|
hundred thousand dollars a year.
|
|
For the past four years.
|
|
|
|
Harlan shows Joni a letter from his business manager, with
|
|
transaction receipts attached.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
23.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harlan. I don't know how this mix
|
|
up happened but
|
|
|
|
Harlan opens his ledger, hand writes a check.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I'm writing this tuition check,
|
|
then that is the last money you or
|
|
Meg will get from me.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Please you don't understand
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I know it'll hurt but it's for the
|
|
best.
|
|
|
|
Joni's speechless, her face frozen. Harlan puts the
|
|
baseball down and detaches the check, holds it out to her.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
My mind's made up.
|
|
|
|
|
|
38 INT. LIBRARY 38
|
|
|
|
Back to Joni. She shakes her head.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Just a money wiring issue. With the
|
|
office at the school. So I had to
|
|
ask Harlan to cut a check for this
|
|
semester. No big deal.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Why don't we take a breather.
|
|
|
|
|
|
39 INT. FOYER - DAY 39
|
|
|
|
Joni comes out into the foyer from the library, obviously
|
|
rattled. She pulls it together quick when Linda comes down
|
|
the stairs.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Joni. You haven't seen Richard have
|
|
you?
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
No, I was just in with the - no.
|
|
|
|
|
|
40 INT. SMALL STUDY 40
|
|
24.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LINDA (O.S.)
|
|
Richard!
|
|
|
|
Alone, Richard waits very still for Linda's footsteps to
|
|
walk away, then when he knows she's not coming in he
|
|
furtively rifles through desk drawers, finding various
|
|
ridiculous ephemera. He finds a small locked drawer,
|
|
jimmies it open with a letter opener.
|
|
|
|
Inside - the small pink envelope Harlan threatened him with
|
|
in his flashback. He rips it open, pulls out the card
|
|
inside.
|
|
|
|
It is blank.
|
|
|
|
Richard almost laughs. Drops it onto the desk.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Son of a bitch.
|
|
|
|
He spots Harlan's old baseball. Grabs it, spitefully chucks
|
|
it out the open window.
|
|
|
|
|
|
41 EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE - DAY 41
|
|
|
|
Blanc, Elliott and Wagner stroll long the wide lawn beside
|
|
the house. Blanc ignites a long thin cigar.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Maybe I'm a victim of my own
|
|
expectations. But when the great
|
|
Benoit Blanc knocks on my door, I
|
|
expect it's going to be for
|
|
something... if not extraordinary,
|
|
at least interesting. This is an
|
|
open and shut case of suicide.
|
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(checks watch)
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And Benny we're at the point where
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I need to know what we're doing
|
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here.
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Blanc notices the OLD BASEBALL lying in the grass. He picks
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it up idly.
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BLANC
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The method, throat slit. Typical of
|
|
a suicide?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Dramatic. But look around. The guy
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practically lives in a CLUE board.
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25.
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42 INT. FOYER 42
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Marta sits alone, across from a portrait of Harlan. Muffled
|
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voices out on the patio. Cigar smoke drifts by outside.
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She creeps over to the glass door. Puts her ear to it.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (O.S.)
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You ask me to drag all these good
|
|
people back for questioning, go
|
|
over it all again, I don't get it.
|
|
This is a pleasant family with the
|
|
usual quarrels but no possible
|
|
motives for murder - where are you
|
|
going?
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|
At that moment, BLANC's face appears right next to Marta's
|
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staring right at her through the distorted glass. She yelps
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and falls back.
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43 EXT. PATIO 43
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Blanc opens the glass door. Marta steps back sheepishly,
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but with a warm nod Blanc beckons for her to join them.
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BLANC
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|
Harlan Thrombey's nurse, Marta...
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MARTA
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...Cabrera
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BLANC
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|
Marta Cabrera.
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TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Miss Cabrera, you can just wait
|
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inside - we'll be with you soon.
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BLANC
|
|
Miss Cabrera, I been doing a little
|
|
poking, you're hired on a part time
|
|
basis as a registered nurse, yes?
|
|
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|
MARTA
|
|
Yeah, I don't work for a VNA.
|
|
Harlan hired me directly.
|
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|
BLANC
|
|
You're paid a flat rate for how
|
|
many hours a week?
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MARTA
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26.
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|
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|
I started at 15, but slowly he...
|
|
needed more help.
|
|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Medical help?
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|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
He needed a friend.
|
|
|
|
Blanc smiles at the girl, genuinely touched.
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|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Does having a kind heart make you a
|
|
good nurse?
|
|
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Blanc.
|
|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Yes. Marta we were just discussing
|
|
possible motives in the family. I
|
|
suspect Harlan has told you much
|
|
unfiltered truth about each of
|
|
them, and a little bird has told
|
|
me, how shall I put this
|
|
delicately? You have a regurgitive
|
|
reaction to mistruthin'.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Who told you that?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Is it true?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Yes. It's something that I have had
|
|
as a kid. It's a physically thing
|
|
that I - I - Just the thought of
|
|
lying, yeah, it makes me puke.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Really? Is Richard having an
|
|
affair?
|
|
|
|
Marta is stunned. She FLASHES BACK TO:
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|
|
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|
44 EXT. PATIO - DAY - FLASHBACK 44
|
|
|
|
She reads, Harlan sits at his laptop, heavy with sadness.
|
|
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|
HARLAN
|
|
27.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Why do men instinctively pull at
|
|
loose threads on their parachutes?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
Harlan spins his laptop towards her - the Richard photos.
|
|
|
|
|
|
45 EXT. PATIO - DAY 45
|
|
|
|
Back to our scene. Marta looks queasy, tries to stall.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Heh - Richard? - affair? Heh.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
A yes or no will do.
|
|
|
|
She struggles, her jaw clenched, face working hard, then
|
|
attempts -
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
.....no
|
|
|
|
And immediately VOMITS into a nearby planter.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Whoa!
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Oh my god!
|
|
|
|
They all rush to her, Blanc brings water, awfully
|
|
concerned.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Dear girl I'm sorry. I assumed you
|
|
were speaking figuratively.
|
|
|
|
Blanc takes the shortest acceptable beat of concern before
|
|
turning to Elliott.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Quite something. But I was
|
|
obviously right, Richard is having
|
|
an affair, his father in law found
|
|
out and confronted him. "You tell
|
|
her. Or I will."
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Even if it's true... you ok?
|
|
28.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta gives a weak thumbs up, recovering
|
|
|
|
ELLIOTT
|
|
Even if that was right, protecting
|
|
his marriage is weak sauce as a
|
|
motive.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Well. And then there is... Joni.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Joni?
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Joni?!
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Lifestyle guru Joni? No. Harlan was
|
|
supporting her and her daughter,
|
|
she had the opposite of a motive.
|
|
|
|
Marta tries to quietly slip back into the house
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
And if that support was threatened?
|
|
Miss Cabrera one moment please
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I'm just going to go get some Scope
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Miss Cabrera, was Harlan planning
|
|
on cutting off Joni's allowance?
|
|
|
|
Off Marta's "oh god no" face:
|
|
|
|
|
|
46 INT. STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 46
|
|
|
|
Harlan looking at the letter from his business manager,
|
|
with the transaction receipts. He sighs heavily.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
Oh, Joni.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What's up?
|
|
|
|
He hands her the letter.
|
|
|
|
|
|
47 EXT. PATIO - DAY 47
|
|
29.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta's face works against impending nausea.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I...
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Ok don't answer that if you're
|
|
going to puke. Please.
|
|
|
|
But Blanc presses.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Meg said Harlan pays the school
|
|
directly, Joni says he sends the
|
|
money to her. Both were true, she
|
|
was pocketing the double payment,
|
|
Harlan found out and cut her off
|
|
without a cent. Yes?
|
|
|
|
Marta starts to shake her head no, but her throat
|
|
convulses.
|
|
|
|
She nods. Blanc hands her a glass of water.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
And she bumps him off for the
|
|
inheritance? Come. On! Have you
|
|
seen her insta? She's an
|
|
influencer.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
An allowance as a motive, Blanc.
|
|
She has her business. More weak
|
|
sauce.
|
|
|
|
Blanc idly scratches a spot on the side of his neck.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Granted. But she lied. To me. All
|
|
three of them did.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Three?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Walter.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
I see where you are going with
|
|
this.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
30.
|
|
|
|
|
|
But there was something else.
|
|
Harlan had turned Walter down
|
|
before regarding film rights, but
|
|
that night something Harlan said
|
|
shook him. We look at the pattern,
|
|
Harlan was cleaning house. I
|
|
wonder...
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
did he plan to fire Walter?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
(honest & relieved)
|
|
Can I wait inside? I don't feel
|
|
like I should be here.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Yes, please just wait inside but
|
|
stay close.
|
|
|
|
She steps back in, grateful. Blanc to Elliott:
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You've been very patient my friend,
|
|
and you are right, none of these
|
|
weak alibis and domestic squibbles
|
|
answer your question: why is Benoit
|
|
Blanc here? But now I will tell you
|
|
why.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
I am here because this morning
|
|
someone dodged one very important
|
|
question.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Who?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Me. Linda asked who hired me.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
So who hired you?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I. Do. Not. Know. An envelope of
|
|
cash showed up at my apartment
|
|
yesterday, with the news clipping
|
|
of Thrombey's death.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
An envelope? That worked?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
An envelope of cash.
|
|
31.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Blanc indicates with his fingers - several inches thick.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
So somebody suspects foul play, but
|
|
goes through this ha cha dance of
|
|
hiring me, of staying anonymous. It
|
|
makes no damn sense. Compels me
|
|
though.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Walk me through everyone's
|
|
whereabouts at the time of death.
|
|
|
|
Elliott hesitates, but Blanc's got him hooked. He flips
|
|
open his notebook. Blanc leans back, closes his eyes.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
We know, the party broke up at
|
|
11:30.
|
|
|
|
|
|
48 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 48
|
|
|
|
Marta and Harlan vanish up the stairs towards the third
|
|
floor, while Richard and Linda head into the bedroom right
|
|
next to the stairs. Down the hallway Joni waves, and ducks
|
|
into another bedroom.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Marta took Harlan upstairs to give
|
|
him his meds, Richard and Linda and
|
|
Joni went right to bed. Now we do
|
|
have this: the stairs leading up to
|
|
Harlan's bedroom and his attic
|
|
office creak horribly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
49 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 49
|
|
|
|
Richard sleeps deep, Linda sleeps lightly.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
And Linda is a light sleeper. So we
|
|
know every time someone took the
|
|
stairs that night.
|
|
|
|
|
|
50 INT. JONI AND MEG'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 50
|
|
|
|
Joni has decorated the room with colorful silks and
|
|
candles.
|
|
32.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She is in lotus position on her bed, meditating.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
The first was when Joni heard a ka-
|
|
THUNK from somewhere above her in
|
|
the house.
|
|
|
|
Ka-THUNK! Joni looks up at the ceiling.
|
|
|
|
|
|
51 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 51
|
|
|
|
Joni trots down the hall and up the creaky stairs.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
She's concerned about Harlan, she
|
|
went up to investigate. Waking
|
|
Linda.
|
|
|
|
|
|
52 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 52
|
|
|
|
CREAK CREAK CREAK! From outside. Linda's eyes pop open.
|
|
|
|
|
|
53 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 53
|
|
|
|
Joni knocks on the door of Harlan's attic office. It opens,
|
|
and Harlan answers. In the room behind him we see Marta,
|
|
her back turned, preparing a hypo needle.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Harlan was in his attic office with
|
|
Marta. He explained that they had
|
|
just knocked the GO board over -
|
|
that game with the grid and stones,
|
|
they play it every night, and he
|
|
was fine, go to bed. So she does.
|
|
|
|
The spilled GO board on the floor. Joni kisses Harlan on
|
|
the cheek, goes. He shuts the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
54 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 54
|
|
|
|
Linda has just gotten back to sleep.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Ten minutes later, Linda is woken a
|
|
second time, by Marta leaving.
|
|
|
|
CREAK CREAK CREAK! Linda wakes, supremely annoyed.
|
|
33.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MARTA (O.S.)
|
|
Walt! I'm leaving!
|
|
|
|
|
|
55 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF PARTY 55
|
|
|
|
Walt and Jacob sit on the porch, Walt with a cigar, Jacob
|
|
with his phone. Marta trots through, saying goodbye.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Walt was smoking a cigar on the
|
|
porch with his son. He saw her
|
|
leave and drive off, and noted the
|
|
time - midnight.
|
|
|
|
Walt glances at his watch. Midnight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
56 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 56
|
|
|
|
Linda with a pillow over her head.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Fifteen minutes later, Linda is
|
|
woken for the third and final time.
|
|
By someone coming down the stairs.
|
|
|
|
CREAK CREAK CREAK! Linda wakes. You've gotta be kidding me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
57 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF PARTY 57
|
|
|
|
Walt, still smoking with Jacob, spots Harlan through the
|
|
glazed glass, coming down the stairs in the foyer.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Harlan. Who came down for midnight
|
|
snacks, which Walt tried to
|
|
discourage.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Dad, go to bed!
|
|
|
|
Through the glazed glass, Harlan goes back up the stairs.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Based on this, the medical examiner
|
|
determined time of death to be
|
|
between 12:15 and 2am. As Walt was
|
|
finishing his cigar, about 12:30,
|
|
Meg came home. She went straight to
|
|
bed. Walt and Jacob turned in
|
|
shortly after that.
|
|
34.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Meg pulls up, trots past Walt and Jacob and inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
58 INT. JONI AND MEG'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 58
|
|
|
|
Meg stirs, wakes. Joni is asleep.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.)
|
|
Sometime later that night,
|
|
undetermined but possibly near 3am,
|
|
Meg woke up because the dogs were
|
|
barking outside. She used the
|
|
bathroom and went back to bed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
59 EXT. PATIO - DAY 59
|
|
|
|
Elliott snaps the notebook closed.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
And that's it. Everyone's stories
|
|
matched, every movement accounted
|
|
for.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
There is no other staircase up to
|
|
Harlan's room?
|
|
|
|
Blanc scratches that same spot on the side of his neck.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
No. Just the creaky one.
|
|
|
|
Blanc seems intrigued by this.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Interesting.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
So I guess we can rule out Ransom,
|
|
he wasn't there. And Marta, Harlan
|
|
was alive after she left. But Meg
|
|
got home during the time of death
|
|
window.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
35.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Except it was a suicide. Harlan hit
|
|
both carotids, we saw from the
|
|
blood blood splat patterns that
|
|
they were uninterrupted. Meaning,
|
|
It's almost impossible for anyone
|
|
to have been around him at the
|
|
time. He's the one that cut his own
|
|
throat. I don't know why we keep
|
|
going over this.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Physical evidence can tell a clear
|
|
story with a forked tongue.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
And as we've seen this morning,
|
|
everyone can lie. Well. Almost
|
|
everyone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
60 INT. LIBRARY - LATE AFTERNOON 60
|
|
|
|
Marta in the chair. She shifts, uncomfortable.
|
|
|
|
Blanc, Elliott and Wagner in their normal places.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Ms. Cabrera, we've kept you waiting
|
|
all afternoon because I wanted to
|
|
hear from you last. I wanted to
|
|
have the entire picture of the
|
|
evening in my head. Your piece of
|
|
it is at its very center. So
|
|
please, take your time. You took
|
|
Mr. Thrombey upstairs at 11:30. And
|
|
left at midnight. Think very
|
|
carefully. And with as much detail
|
|
as possible, tell us what happened
|
|
in that half hour.
|
|
|
|
Marta is very still. A moment of silence. Blanc flips his
|
|
silver dollar into the air.
|
|
|
|
She does not say a word, but in that moment while the coin
|
|
hangs in the air we FLASH BACK with her to:
|
|
|
|
|
|
61 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 61
|
|
|
|
The night of the party. A clock on a nightstand: 11:32.
|
|
36.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Off screen we hear Marta leading Harlan up the creaky
|
|
stairs.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Up up up up - you got it?
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I got it. Up up up I got
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
Marta enters the room, and behind her we see Harlan keep
|
|
climbing up the narrow stairs to his office.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Up up nooooo no not tonight, no
|
|
straight to bed tonight it is soooo
|
|
late c'mon. Harlan. Harlan!
|
|
|
|
She grabs a med kit from the bedroom and follows him,
|
|
exasperated.
|
|
|
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62 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 62
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Harlan sits, setting up a GO board. Marta enters.
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MARTA
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It's late, I had champagne no no no
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HARLAN
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It's my birthday, we are - You had
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one glass - we're not breaking
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tradition on my birthday.
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Marta puts two vials and a pill box on the GO board. She
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pulls out two plastic wrapped hypodermics.
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MARTA
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Take your goddamn medicine and go
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to bed.
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HARLAN
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If you're going to put that vile
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shit in me you will have to earn
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it. On my birthday.
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(playing it up)
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Eighty fifth. So old. Soo olddd
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MARTA
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Alright old man. 8x8 game. You
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ready?
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37.
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She sits and they start clacking white and black stones on
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the board.
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HARLAN
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Why can't I beat you at this game?
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Oh uh huh.
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MEG
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Because I'm not playing to beat
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you, I'm playing to build a
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beautiful pattern.
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They play fast, and Marta is obviously winning.
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HARLAN
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Elder abuse. I'm calling the AARP.
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MARTA
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Don't make me get the belt.
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HARLAN
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It's basically over. My only hope
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is that an earthquake will strike.
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But what are the chances -
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Harlan starts shaking the table with his knee. He looks
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around, startled. Marta just stares at him, deadpan.
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HARLAN
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Get under a door frame!
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He tips the whole table and the GO board and med vials and
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syringe and med kit fall to the soft rug. Things spill out
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of the kit. A mess. Marta just shakes her head.
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MARTA
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Meds then beds.
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HARLAN
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Fair.
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She retrieves the vials and loads a syringe from one of
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them. Harlan rolls up his sleeve revealing a pre-inserted
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catheter. He crosses to close the room's only small window.
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HARLAN
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Ugh, Walt's smoking a cigar on the
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porch. Nasty things.
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MARTA
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How was tonight?
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38.
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She hooks the syringe up to the catheter and slowly injects
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him bit by bit while he talks.
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HARLAN
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Tonight was... good.
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MARTA
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Because I know you weren't looking
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forward to it.
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HARLAN
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No. But I did it. Cut the line on
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all four of them. It was not easy.
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This goddamn fortune. Sometimes I
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think, everything I've given my
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family, I've done, maybe without
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knowing it, maybe, to keep them
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beneath me. I should have what...
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maybe, I don't know. Encouraged
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Walt to write his own stories, not
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just be a caretaker of mine. Like
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you said I should. Been a father,
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not just a provider, to Joni. Like
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you've also said. I should have
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been kinder to Linda. And Ransom.
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Harlan takes a curved ornamental dagger from a display
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mount, turns it over in his hands.
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HARLAN
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Jesus there's so much me in that
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kid. Confident, stupid, I dunno.
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HARLAN
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Protected. Playing life like a game
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without consequence, till you can't
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tell the difference between a stage
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prop and a real knife.
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He stabs it into the desk, sharp and real. Leaves it there.
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HARLAN
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I don't fear death. But god I'd
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like to fix some of this before I
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go. Close the book with a flourish.
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I guess we'll see.
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MARTA
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I guess we will. Hey. Old man.
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You've had a long day. Wanna do
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drugs.
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She loads the second syringe from the second vial.
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39.
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HARLAN
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you mean the good stuff?
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MARTA
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Yeah but just a tiny bit.
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HARLAN
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Send me to lala land. Why did I
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wait till my mid eighties to become
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a morphine user, what a schmuck,
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what a nud-nig, this stuff's the
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best.
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She pulls the needle from the second vial... then sees the
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label. Freezes. Blinks at it.
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MARTA
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Oh my god.
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She snatches up the first vial she just injected him from.
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Compares the label to the one she just picked up. They're
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similar but not the same.
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HARLAN
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Is there a problem?
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MARTA
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This is what I just gave you 100
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milligrams of. But I messed up.
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HARLAN
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You gave me 100 milligrams of the
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good stuff.
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She immediately pulls an EMERGENCY KIT from a nearby shelf,
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starts calmly but quickly going through its contents.
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HARLAN
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What's the good stuff dosage
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supposed to be?
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MARTA
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Lets not call it that right now -
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three milligrams.
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HARLAN
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That's much less. So what happens?
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MARTA
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I give you an emergency shot of
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Naloxone, so that you don't die in
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ten minutes.
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40.
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HARLAN
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Well no pressure. You know that's
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an interesting, efficient method
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for murder, I need to write that
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down.
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He gets a little notebook and scribbles while she checks
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and rechecks the kit contents with increasing urgency.
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HARLAN
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So if someone switched the meds on
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purpose I'd be dead in ten minutes,
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like stone cold dead?
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MARTA
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You'll feel symptoms in five.
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Sweats, disorientation. Then yeah,
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that big a dose, injected, within
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ten your respiratory - your - yes
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ten minutes.
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HARLAN
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From the time of injection, so
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eightish now. And even if the
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victim called an ambulance when he
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first felt symptoms, if he was at a
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country home like this one... where
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the ambulance takes fifteen minutes
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to arrive, it would be too late. If
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the victim didn't have this
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emergency Naxostuff.
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He watches her. She's now digging around the carpet,
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looking under the couch. She dumps the entire contents of
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the kit out and is now frantically going through it. A bead
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of sweat rolls down Harlan's brow.
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HARLAN
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Marta. Do you have Naxostuff?
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MARTA
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Yes! Naloxone yes it comes with the
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emergency kit - it should be here,
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it's - fuck. No Harlan it's not
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here. It's not. Oh my god.
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They look at each other for a second. She's panicked. He's
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thinking.
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MARTA
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Where's my phone? Shit -
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41.
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She picks up a landline phone on the table, dials 911 with
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shaking hands -
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Before it can even ring, the line goes dead.
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She looks, unbelieving: Harlan's finger is on the cradle.
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His eyes are locked with hers, serious and certain.
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MARTA
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Harlan what are you doing?
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HARLAN
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Marta, listen to me.
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She goes for her cell phone across the room and Harlan
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stops her - they trip and fall to the ground with a KA-
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THUNK.
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He actually puts his hand over her mouth.
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HARLAN
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Listen. If what you said is true I
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am gone, there's no saving me, we
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have six minutes. There is one last
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thing I need to do in this world,
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and only you can help me do it. But
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you need to trust me and do
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everything I say.
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MARTA
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What do you want to do?
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HARLAN
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Get you out of this. Think of your
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mom - please trust me, we have to
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make this look ironclad like it
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can't have been your fault. You.
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Can't. Have done this.
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MARTA
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My mom...?
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CREAK on the stairs outside.
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HARLAN
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Get up.
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A knock on the door.
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JONI (O.S.)
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Harlan? Marta? Everything alright?
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42.
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Harlan and Marta stand. She's dazed, deer in the
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headlights, but he's focused and sharp. He turns her away
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from the door.
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HARLAN
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Stand here, keep your back to me,
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don't say a word.
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Harlan opens the door. While he gets rid of Joni we stick
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with Marta, who stands stock still, tears running down her
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face, eyes wild - what does she do?
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HARLAN
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Joni.
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JONI
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I - hi - I heard something, is
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everything ok?
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HARLAN
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Oh yes we just, I just knocked over
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the GO board, sorry about that.
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JONI
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Everything's alright?
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HARLAN
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Yes yes all fine, go to bed Joni.
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JONI
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Ok. And maybe we can talk tomorrow
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about the, uh, the thing with
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HARLAN
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Yes. Tomorrow.
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JONI
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Love you, Night.
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HARLAN
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Night night.
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Harlan shuts the door. Looks at the knife still sticking in
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the desk. Then takes Marta's shoulders, looks in her eyes.
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HARLAN
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Pay attention now, your mom is
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still undocumented, if this is your
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fault she'll be found out and at
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best deported, your family will be
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broken.
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A new kind of fear in Marta's eyes.
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43.
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MARTA
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Oh god
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HARLAN
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But we're not going to let that
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happen. I have a plan, it's not
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going to be easy but you have to do
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exactly what I tell you. Will you
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do this Marta? This last thing. For
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me, and for your family.
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She's terrified. But she nods.
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MARTA
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What do you want me to do?
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63 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF THE PARTY - FLASHBACK 63
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Walt smoking and Jacob.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Go downstairs as noisily as you
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can, say goodbye loudly.
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MARTA (O.S.)
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Walt! I'm leaving!
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Marta exits quickly, down to her car.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Call attention to the time if you
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can.
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MARTA
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God it's midnight already.
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Walt checks his watch.
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64 INT. MARTA'S CAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 64
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She drives out the guard gate and down the private road.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Drive out the gate, then to avoid
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the security cameras, pull off the
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road BEFORE the carved elephant.
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Up ahead - a weathered wood carved elephant statue.
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MARTA
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Wait... was it before or after?
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44.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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AFTER the carved elephant.
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MARTA
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No, he said - before? Was it?
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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BEAFTERFORE the carved elephant.
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MARTA
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Shit...
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She yanks the wheel and pulls off BEFORE the statue.
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65 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 65
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Marta trudges away from the parked car, tree branches
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catching her hair.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Park and come back on foot up to
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the house,
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66 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE GATE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 66
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A waist-high stone wall with a little pedestrian gate. The
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house up ahead. Marta goes through the gate and up towards
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the house.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Take the side yard path, through
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that little gate.
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The DOGS sprint down the moonlit yard from the house
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towards Marta.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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The dogs will know you, they
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shouldn't bark.
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The dogs stop at Marta and lick her hand.
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67 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 67
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Marta looks up the side of the looming house. A sturdy
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trellis on the wall, and high above a third story window.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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45.
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You've got to get up to the third
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floor without being seen, and the
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only way is to climb the side
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trellis and come in through the
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trick hall window.
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MARTA
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You've gotta be kidding me.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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I am not. Do it.
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Cut to: moments later, Marta climbing the trellis. It's
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easy going until a piece BREAKS under her foot, and she
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swings for a second by one hand.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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And for godssakes don't make any
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noise.
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68 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 68
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What appears to be a dead end hallway, with a painting at
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the end. BUT suddenly the end wall swings away like a door,
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revealing a WINDOW behind it. Marta heaves her way in
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through it, and steps lightly into Harlan's bedroom.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Once you're inside, this is the
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tricky part.
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MARTA (V.O.)
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THIS is the tricky part?
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69 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 69
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Get my robe and cap from my
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bedroom. And put them on.
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She picks them up from the bed. Stops. A moment of doubt.
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70 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 70
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Back to the scene with Harlan. Marta stops him.
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MARTA
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Harlan this is - I - this is crazy
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46.
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HARLAN
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We need to make this so airtight
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your average cop will entirely
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dismiss you as a suspect. This
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seems crazy but it will work.
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71 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 71
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Marta in the robe, pulling the cap on, tucking her hair
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under it.
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72 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 72
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Marta, in Harlan's robe and cap, creeps down the creaky
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stairs, then keeps going down.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Walt and Jacob are smoking outside.
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They'll see you...
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73 INT. FOYER - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 73
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Marta come down the stairs, and sees the outline of Walt
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and Jacob outside through the glazed window windows.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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...through the glazed window.
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She holds her breath, a deer in the headlights.
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WALT
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Dad, go to bed.
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Marta heads right back up the stairs.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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You were seen leaving, the security
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cameras show you driving off, and
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twenty minutes later I am seen
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alive and well by my son.
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74 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT 74
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Marta climbs the creaky stairs.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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You've gone from suspect number one
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to an impossibility.
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47.
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75 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 75
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Marta ducks in, ditching the robe and cap on the bed.
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76 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT 76
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Marta shimmies down the last of the trellis.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Leave the way you came. And don't.
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Be. Seen.
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She hops to the ground, then FREEZES and almost shouts.
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She's facing a darkened first floor window. Wide open. And
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inside it, staring RIGHT AT her, is Greatnana.
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Marta is frozen. Greatnana isn't moving either. Just has
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her eyes locked on Marta.
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After what seems like forever, Greatnana cocks her head
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slightly and asks...
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GREATNANA
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Ransom? Are you back again already?
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Marta breathes. And backs away. Then turns and goes,
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quickly, down across the lawn.
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HARLAN (V.O.)
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Drive home. Sometime in the next
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few days the police will question
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you.
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77 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT 77
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Back to Harlan and Marta.
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MARTA
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Harlan I can't lie I'll puke
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HARLAN
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Don't lie. Tell fragments of the
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truth. In this exact order:
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78 INT. LIBRARY - LATE AFTERNOON 78
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48.
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Blanc catches his coin. Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper
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Wagner look up at Marta, expectant. Just a brief moment has
|
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passed since we left them.
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MARTA
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I took him upstairs. We played our
|
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nightly game of GO, at some point
|
|
he knocked the board over and Joni
|
|
came up to check on us. Then I gave
|
|
him pain medication, he pulled his
|
|
shoulder last week, and left him in
|
|
his study. At midnight. Said bye to
|
|
Walt, went home.
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
What medication did he get?
|
|
|
|
Marta chooses her words very carefully:
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MARTA
|
|
Since his injury I've been giving
|
|
him a 100 milligram IV push of
|
|
Toradol, a non narcotic analgesic.
|
|
And to help him sleep, 3 milligrams
|
|
of morphine.
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|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Anything unusual about his
|
|
demeanor?
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|
|
|
Uh oh. Marta keeps it solid. Superhuman effort.
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MARTA
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|
No.
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The three men nod. Blanc holds Marta's gaze. She holds it
|
|
right back. Then he smiles.
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BLANC
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|
Well that sounds about right. Thank
|
|
you Ms. Cabrera.
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79 INT. FOYER - MOMENTS LATER 79
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Marta walks calmly out of the library. Then across the
|
|
foyer into a small door.
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80 INT. HALF BATH 80
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|
Marta walks in, closes the door behind her, locks it, turns
|
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on both the taps, and PUKES into the toilet.
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49.
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81 INT. LINDA'S ROOM 81
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|
|
|
Linda stands in her childhood room, by the window in the
|
|
ebbing light. From a shelf she pulls a stack of PINK
|
|
NOTECARDS, identical to the one Harlan showed Richard in
|
|
his office. But these are covered in writing, sweet little
|
|
notes, a father to his daughter.
|
|
|
|
WALT (O.S.)
|
|
Hey sis. People are going to start
|
|
getting here for the memorial
|
|
pretty soon. Are you- Are you
|
|
alright?
|
|
|
|
She looks up. Walt in the doorway. She wipes her eyes,
|
|
indicates the notes.
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|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
I was just thinking about Dad's
|
|
games. This all feels like one, it
|
|
feels like something he'd write,
|
|
not do. I keep waiting for a big
|
|
reveal, where it all makes sense.
|
|
How nice would that be?
|
|
|
|
Her little brother hugs her. His eyes tired and dark.
|
|
|
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|
82 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 82
|
|
|
|
HARLAN THROMBEY - his portrait, with an ambiguous look on
|
|
his face.
|
|
|
|
Marta. Soda water in hand at the reception that night.
|
|
|
|
Staring shell shocked at Harlan.
|
|
|
|
The reception for friends of the family. Tables of food.
|
|
|
|
Twenty or thirty people milling, in dark tasteful clothes,
|
|
with the whole Thrombey family.
|
|
|
|
A tearful Fran has cornered Marta, talks through sobs:
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
50.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I don't think he killed himself I
|
|
don't. I don't. There's this
|
|
Hallmark movie Deadly By Surprise
|
|
where Danica McKellar plays a wife
|
|
who gets poisoned by her husband
|
|
but bit by bit so she thinks she's
|
|
going crazy and she ends up killing
|
|
herself, and my cousin who's the
|
|
receptionist at the medical
|
|
examiners office says that kind of
|
|
thing can totally happen, she says
|
|
it's not even like 3% as crazy as
|
|
stuff she's seen come through the -
|
|
|
|
As Fran's talking, Marta looks at the room of family
|
|
members, gathered around talking.
|
|
|
|
She FLASHES BACK to:
|
|
|
|
|
|
83 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK - NIGHT 83
|
|
|
|
NIGHT OF THE PARTY
|
|
|
|
Harlan and Ransom go off together to have a private talk,
|
|
leaving the family having a heated conversation in the
|
|
living room.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
I don't like him no he's an asshole
|
|
but maybe an asshole's what we
|
|
needed oh uh huh yeah there you go
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Oh god. Yeah an asshole's what
|
|
Germany needed in nineteen thirty
|
|
ever
|
|
|
|
Marta stays on the outskirts. Fran, with a tray of
|
|
champagne flutes:
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
Jesus. I'm gonna disappear until
|
|
the politics talk is done. You want
|
|
some champers?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No I'm technically working. Thanks.
|
|
|
|
Marta checks her watch. Meanwhile Donna, who's had a few,
|
|
is tearing into the family fight.
|
|
|
|
DONNA
|
|
51.
|
|
|
|
|
|
We're losing our way of life and
|
|
our culture, there's millions of
|
|
Mexicans coming and this isn't Joni
|
|
don't make this a race thing, I'd
|
|
say the same thing if they were
|
|
European immigrants - we allow them
|
|
in and they think they own what's
|
|
ours
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Oh god really - yeah it's not a
|
|
race thing yeah Oh yeah, if the
|
|
Swiss were clogging in the streets
|
|
- They're putting. Children. In
|
|
cages. I mean these are camps.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Nobody's saying that isn't bad, but
|
|
I blame the parents
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
For wanting a better life for their
|
|
kids, isn't that what America
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
For breaking the law. You're going
|
|
to hate hearing this but it's true,
|
|
America is for Americans. Marta,
|
|
come here.
|
|
|
|
Richard beckons her over, waving his cake plate. We've seen
|
|
this moment before, silent, during Richard's questioning.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Oh god don't.
|
|
|
|
Marta is drawn over next to Richard, very uncomfortable.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
No, Marta your family came from
|
|
Uruguay but you did it right, she
|
|
did it legally, I'm saying. You
|
|
work hard, and you'll earn your
|
|
share from the ground up just like
|
|
dad and all of us did - Marta I bet
|
|
you agree with me.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Leave the poor girl alone.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
52.
|
|
|
|
|
|
No Marta do you agree, I'd like you
|
|
to answer - you wanna become an
|
|
American, there are legal ways to
|
|
do it, but if you break the law it
|
|
doesn't matter if you have a good
|
|
heart, you gotta face the
|
|
consequences.
|
|
|
|
At that moment booming shouts begin behind the study door -
|
|
Harlan and Ransom going at it. Ransom bursts out.
|
|
|
|
Marta takes the opportunity to slip into the hallway,
|
|
alone.
|
|
|
|
She breathes hard. Takes a champagne flute from the tray.
|
|
|
|
Drinks it in one gulp.
|
|
|
|
|
|
84 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 84
|
|
|
|
END FLASHBACK. Marta in the same spot, Fran still talking
|
|
her ear off. The room sways. Marta sucks in breath, sways,
|
|
and braces herself against the wall.
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
Oh my god Marta, what?
|
|
|
|
Meg runs over, rubs her back.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Whoa hey, c'mere, hey. What do you,
|
|
you want water? Breathe. Hey. Fran
|
|
have you still got your stash?
|
|
|
|
|
|
85 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT 85
|
|
|
|
Empty and dark, fireplace blazing. Above the fireplace is
|
|
an ornate mantle clock. Fran uses a key to unlock one of
|
|
several tiny drawers hidden in its face, takes out a joint
|
|
and hands it to Meg.
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
Take em whenever you need em -
|
|
they're just drying out since you
|
|
gave me that Juul.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Thanks Fran.
|
|
|
|
Fran leaves them alone.
|
|
53.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Stop saying you're sorry Jesus
|
|
|
|
Meg lights the joint.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
God my heart won't stop, I can't -
|
|
it's just everything, no, thank you
|
|
|
|
she refuses the joint, then realizes where it came from.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
That's where Fran keeps her stash?
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Who's going to open a clock?
|
|
|
|
|
|
86 INT. LIVING ROOM 86
|
|
|
|
Walt yells at a non responsive, bored Greatnana.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
DO YOU WANT DINNER, NANA? DINNER?
|
|
TO EAT? EAT?
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Walt she's fine, she ate the whole
|
|
salmon spread already.
|
|
|
|
Meg grabs Walt, pulls him to Marta.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Did you tell Marta yet? What we all
|
|
talked about?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
No, not yet, is now a good time?
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Yes a very good time. Right now.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Marta. We've talked it over, and
|
|
(wait)
|
|
Have you been smoking grass?
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
No.
|
|
54.
|
|
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
We talked it over and the whole
|
|
family, we want to take care of
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What does that mean?
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
We all think you deserve something.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Financially, we want to help you
|
|
out. You were never anything but
|
|
good to dad. Because of that, you
|
|
can count on us.
|
|
|
|
Walt embraces her, Meg puts a hand on her back.
|
|
|
|
Over Walt's shoulder, Marta sees Harlan's portrait again.
|
|
|
|
Has its expression changed? It looks like it has a slight
|
|
conspiratorial smile. Marta breathes - maybe this is all
|
|
going to be ok.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
I thought you should have been at
|
|
the funeral, by the way. I was
|
|
outvoted.
|
|
|
|
|
|
87 EXT. SIDE PORCH - NIGHT 87
|
|
|
|
Later. Marta comes out to get some air. Exhales deeply.
|
|
|
|
And then jumps - she's not alone. Benoit Blanc sits in a
|
|
wicker chair in the dark, smoking a long thin cigar.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Wah ha. Detective. You're still
|
|
here?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Mm.
|
|
|
|
Silence. Blanc smokes and stares at Marta. Marta shifts.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Did you know Harlan?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
55.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He knew my father who was a police
|
|
detective. Years ago. My father
|
|
respected Harlan. That says quite a
|
|
lot.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
So that's why you're here?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Here now here? No. I stayed hoping
|
|
to speak to you a little more.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Uh?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Something is afoot with this whole
|
|
affair. I know it, and I believe
|
|
you know it.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
So you're... going to keep digging.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Harlan's detectives they dig, they
|
|
rifle and root, truffle pigs. I
|
|
anticipate the terminus of
|
|
gravity's rainbow.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Gravity's Rainbow.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
It's a novel.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I know. I haven't read it.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Neither have I. Nobody has. But I
|
|
like the title. It describes the
|
|
path of a projectile, determined by
|
|
natural law. Voila, my method. I
|
|
observe the facts without biases of
|
|
the head or heart, I determine the
|
|
arc's path, stroll leisurely to its
|
|
terminus, and the truth falls at my
|
|
feet.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
56.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The medical examiner was ready to
|
|
rule this a suicide, but Elliott
|
|
agreed to keep it pending for forty
|
|
eight hours. Tomorrow morning I
|
|
search the grounds and the house,
|
|
begin my investigation. I want you
|
|
to be by my side for it. My
|
|
confidant, my eyes and ears.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What but - why me?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I trust your kind heart. Also you
|
|
are the only one who had nothing to
|
|
gain from Harlan's death. So.
|
|
Watson.
|
|
|
|
Blank puts out his cigar, stands.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
You want my insight into this
|
|
family? None of them are murderers.
|
|
That's my insight.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
And yet. Be it cruel or comforting,
|
|
this machine unerringly arrives at
|
|
the truth. That's what it does.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Always?
|
|
|
|
He does a little bow.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Tomorrow at eight.
|
|
|
|
Marta watches him go.
|
|
|
|
|
|
88 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 88
|
|
|
|
Marta gets home. Her mom is on the couch, zoning out in
|
|
front of the TV, still in a cleaning uniform. Without a
|
|
word Marta sits next to her. Stares at the TV.
|
|
|
|
Off her eyes, we FLASH BACK with her:
|
|
|
|
|
|
89 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 89
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
57.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I know I missed something...
|
|
there's going to be something I
|
|
missed. But I know you can beat it.
|
|
Without losing your soul you have
|
|
to do what you have to do to beat
|
|
this, and win.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I can't.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
You can and you have to. For me.
|
|
Right now.
|
|
|
|
She's out the door and he shuts it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
90 INT. OUTSIDE HARLAN'S ATTIC OFFICE DOOR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 90
|
|
|
|
Marta stands frozen. Soft voices of Walt and Jacob float up
|
|
from downstairs. She turns back to the door.
|
|
|
|
Silence. Moments going by. Shit. Can she do this? Shit.
|
|
|
|
No. She turns and pushes back into the office -
|
|
|
|
|
|
91 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 91
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Harlan I have to get you help -
|
|
|
|
Harlan reclines on the couch in the middle of the room,
|
|
ornate dagger against his throat. Marta's eyes go wide.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
Do what I say and everything's
|
|
going to be ok, Marta. I promise.
|
|
|
|
She makes a move to stop him and with one quick motion he
|
|
DRAWS THE DAGGER across his throat. Blood sprays.
|
|
|
|
She leaps back, hands to her mouth, spins and leaves the
|
|
room, closing the door behind her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
92 EXT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 92
|
|
|
|
Breathing hard, silent crying. Then her breathing slows.
|
|
|
|
Her brain taking over. Resolve settling. The dice are
|
|
thrown. She wipes her eyes. Then bounds down the stairs,
|
|
out of frame.
|
|
58.
|
|
|
|
|
|
93 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 93
|
|
|
|
Back to Marta and her mom on the couch. She puts her hand
|
|
on Mom's knee.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Everything's going to be ok. I
|
|
promise.
|
|
|
|
MOM
|
|
(of course)
|
|
I know.
|
|
|
|
They go back to watching TV. But Marta's mind is buzzing.
|
|
|
|
On her white sneaker, we see but she does not - one single
|
|
drop of blood.
|
|
|
|
|
|
94 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE GUARD GATE - MORNING 94
|
|
|
|
The gate is open, Marta's car pulls up just inside it. The
|
|
small Guard house next to the gate, Blanc, Elliott and
|
|
Wagner outside it. Blanc waves to her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
95 INT. GUARD HOUSE 95
|
|
|
|
Thrombey's security man, MR PROOFROC, guides them into the
|
|
cramped dusty space. Proofroc is old and salty. He shows
|
|
them old photos of the house, stuck to a steel fridge with
|
|
big brightly colored fruit magnets.
|
|
|
|
MR PROOFROC
|
|
Fifty years I worked this estate,
|
|
you know security back then meant
|
|
making the rounds with a 94,
|
|
keeping your ears open. Before all
|
|
this modern technology.
|
|
|
|
Nothing in the room is newer than 1988. An 8 inch CRT
|
|
monitor shows a phosphorescent live feed of the road
|
|
outside the gate, and a top loaded VHS VCR sits next to it.
|
|
|
|
MR PROOFROC
|
|
Well the video here, I saved the
|
|
tape from that night, usually I
|
|
erase 'em with the magnetic de-
|
|
gauser, but I thought better save
|
|
that one. Cause, security. That's
|
|
the live feed there.
|
|
59.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta notices something with alarm - the video feed shows
|
|
the road outside, and at the top edge you can just barely
|
|
see the carved elephant that marks the gardener's utility
|
|
road. She realizes Harlan said
|
|
|
|
HARLAN (V.O.)
|
|
...to avoid the security cameras,
|
|
pull off the road AFTER the carved
|
|
elephant.
|
|
|
|
Marta keeps a poker face, but.. shit.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
(to Proofroc)
|
|
Can we see the actual TAPE?
|
|
|
|
MR PROOFROC
|
|
Oh sure.
|
|
|
|
CLACK! The tape loads into the mechanical VCR. An
|
|
impossibly grainy, smeared night vision view of the road
|
|
outside the gate. Time stamp: 10:02pm.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
It's like a Japanese horror movie.
|
|
|
|
MR PROOFROC
|
|
(proud)
|
|
I record it SSLP, gets eight hours
|
|
per tape. Nine pm to five am.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Can we -
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
Can we scan forward?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
(to Proofroc)
|
|
Can we scan forward?
|
|
|
|
MR PROOFROC
|
|
Hold the play button down and press
|
|
the FF down halfway till you feel
|
|
it grind.
|
|
|
|
Wagner does, the machine makes horrible noises and the
|
|
picture frizzles and frazzles. Then stops and ejects.
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MR PROOFROC
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And hold the tape down or it'll
|
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eject.
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BLANC
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60.
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Can your guys digitize it so we can
|
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scan it properly?
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TROOPER WAGNER
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I'm sure we can.
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MARTA
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I got it.
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Marta grabs the tape from the VCR.
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96 EXT. WOODS - DAY 96
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They all hack through the overgrown gardener's path.
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TROOPER WAGNER
|
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You know all these statues that you
|
|
see around here - they are all
|
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straight out of his series the
|
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"menagerie tragedy series", pretty
|
|
cool.
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
(dry)
|
|
Awesome. Blanc the grounds are
|
|
lovely but you think what, someone
|
|
broke into the house? To kill
|
|
Harlan? Is that why we're out here?
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BLANC
|
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I think it's an unlikely but if
|
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they did, there will be traces.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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I'll take that, thanks ma'am.
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Marta hands Wagner the VHS tape. Then she discretely
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pockets something she had held in her hand next to it - a
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few of the bright fruit MAGNETS from Proofroc's fridge.
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97 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD 97
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The group hikes up out of the woods, towards the low wall
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with a small pedestrian gate that leads to the east lawn.
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|
Marta is out in front. During the following, she notices
|
|
something: The earth around and under the gate is soft and
|
|
bare. And clear as day: HER FOOTPRINTS from the other
|
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night, the only ones from women's shoes. The same ones she
|
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has on now. Her breath catches. SHIT.
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61.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Any luck with - whatshisname?
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TROOPER WAGNER
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Ransom. No, but we have an address.
|
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Ten Kenoak street.
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BLANC
|
|
Ten Kenoak. That's a pleasant thing
|
|
to say. kenoak. I awoke amid
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|
Kenoak.
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|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Ugh this mud, my boots are going to
|
|
stink.
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|
BLANC
|
|
Mud - has it rained the past week?
|
|
No - Nobody move! Freeze! Everyone!
|
|
These footprints must not be
|
|
disturbed!
|
|
(sees)
|
|
Marta!
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|
|
|
Marta has already walked through the pedestrian gate and up
|
|
onto the lawn, stepping in her pre-existing prints. She
|
|
turns back, playing dumb.
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|
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|
MARTA
|
|
What?
|
|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Don't - stop there, don't -
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|
MARTA
|
|
I can't hear you, what?
|
|
|
|
She trots back to them through the gate, stepping into her
|
|
returning prints.
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|
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|
BLANC
|
|
No no no no don't - don't step on
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|
the, ok, alright. Aughhhhh ok.
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|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
Blanc sidesteps up to the gate, not stepping in the mud.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Alright, Wagner let's get the boys
|
|
on it, check the prints, tape off
|
|
this area, keep it clear.
|
|
62.
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|
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|
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|
The dogs come running down the lawn, barking at the men.
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|
|
|
They tear through the gate, further messing up the mud.
|
|
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|
MARTA
|
|
Hey boys, easy. Hey. Hey.
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|
|
|
She pets them and they quiet down.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Best judge of character is a dog.
|
|
I've found that to be true.
|
|
|
|
The dogs start BARKING and bolt towards the house, where
|
|
Richard and Linda are pulling up in their lux SUV.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
They're doing the will reading at
|
|
ten, whole family will be here
|
|
soon.
|
|
|
|
Elliott heads up towards the house. Blanc meanders up the
|
|
lawn, and Marta follows.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I've never been to a will reading.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You think it'll be like a game
|
|
show. No. Imagine a community
|
|
theater performance of a tax
|
|
return.
|
|
|
|
They approach the side of the house. Blanc does a gentle,
|
|
meandering study of the layout.
|
|
|
|
Marta steals a look at the trellis she climbed.
|
|
|
|
Oh no. A piece of the white lattice trellis that broke off
|
|
when she was climbing - about eight inches long - lies in
|
|
the grass beneath it. Her eyes dart up - yup, there's the
|
|
broken spot. Shit.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
SWEET BEANS
|
|
|
|
Marta starts - did he spot it? No - he's come face to face
|
|
with Greatnana, standing stock still on the porch. She
|
|
stares at him like a bird.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Good morning Mrs. Thrombey.
|
|
63.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He approaches her, slowly. When his back is fully turned
|
|
Marta takes her shot and KICKS the piece of trellis under
|
|
some thick bushes at the base of the house.
|
|
|
|
Blanc and Greatnana stare at each other. Blanc gets very
|
|
close to her, great sympathy in his eyes. Greatnana stares
|
|
back. It's almost like they're communicating. This goes on
|
|
for a little too long. Then Blanc breaks from the trance,
|
|
and turns to Marta.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Do you think you could handle the
|
|
study?
|
|
|
|
|
|
98 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY 98
|
|
|
|
The blood is now only a subtle dark stain, but other than
|
|
that the room has been left intact from the night of the
|
|
party. Marta and Wagner observe as Blanc paces the room.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
Where's your medical bag?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I... don't know - I left it here, I
|
|
always leave it with Harlan at
|
|
night.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
They must have taken it in as
|
|
evidence. I'll check on it.
|
|
|
|
Blanc picks up the GO board and sets it on the table.
|
|
|
|
Examines its grid idly.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
How'd the GO board get knocked
|
|
over?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
We were just goofing around.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
What are you thinking?
|
|
|
|
Blanc sighs gently, turns the baseball over in his hands.
|
|
|
|
Looks like this was a bust.
|
|
|
|
Blanc tips the GO board over, and it lands on the carpet
|
|
with a nearly inaudible WHOMPH. He stares at it.
|
|
64.
|
|
|
|
|
|
But his concentration is broken by sharp barking outside.
|
|
|
|
They go to the tiny window and look out. A DASHING MAN in
|
|
his early 30s climbs out of a vintage Porsche. The dogs go
|
|
NUTS, biting at his pant legs.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Let me guess.
|
|
|
|
|
|
99 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 99
|
|
|
|
The man kicks off the dogs and limps toward the house,
|
|
cursing. Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper Wagner step out
|
|
onto the porch.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Hugh Drysdale?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Ransom. Call me Ransom, my middle
|
|
name. The help call me Hugh.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
I'm Lieutenant Elliott, this is
|
|
officer Wagner, we'd like to ask
|
|
you a few questions about the night
|
|
of
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Uh huh.
|
|
|
|
He blows past them and into the house.
|
|
|
|
|
|
100 INT. LIVING ROOM 100
|
|
|
|
Walt, Donna and Jacob (nose in his phone) sit around the
|
|
room. Linda and Richard stand, on their phones. Ransom
|
|
breezes in, bumping Donna who YELPS, startled.
|
|
|
|
Elliott and Wagner follow.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
Sir excuse me, we are officers of
|
|
the law.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
You gonna run me in? I don't feel
|
|
like talking. I'm distraught.
|
|
|
|
Ransom disappears into the kitchen, comes out eating a
|
|
sleeve of pinwheel cookies.
|
|
65.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Blanc and Marta slip in. Elliott nods to Blanc.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Blanc, anything you need to ask
|
|
him?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
The hell anyway is this
|
|
arrangement?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Mr. Drysdale
|
|
|
|
Ransom sizes up Blanc with a grin.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
CSI KFC?
|
|
|
|
Ransom grabs Fran the housekeeper's sleeve as she walks by.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Hey Frannie can you get me a glass
|
|
of cold milk?
|
|
|
|
Meg and Joni have just entered, and Meg heard this.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Hey asshole. Not her name, not her
|
|
job.
|
|
|
|
Fran walks off with a scorching look at Ransom.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Meg. How's your SJW degree coming?
|
|
|
|
ALAN STEVENS, the family's attorney, knocks and enters with
|
|
an assistant, SALLY, who juggles several attache cases.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Hey everyone. Hey. I'm just going
|
|
to set up in the other room, be
|
|
ready in ten minutes.
|
|
|
|
They go off to the library, leaving the family all together
|
|
in tense silence.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Funny Ransom, you skipped the
|
|
funeral but you're early for the
|
|
will reading.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
66.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ok, people grieve in different
|
|
ways, let's not
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
It's funny you're here at all. Why
|
|
are you even bothering, that's what
|
|
I want to know.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
What's that supposed to mean?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
He knows what it means.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Walt, what?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Jacob was in that bathroom the
|
|
night of the party.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Is that where you were all night?
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
The hell were you doing in the
|
|
bathroom all night?
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
Nothing.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Swatting Syrian refugees.
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Alt right troll.
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
Liberal snowflake.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
I don't know what any of that means
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
It means your son's a little creep.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Oh MY son's a creep?
|
|
67.
|
|
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Guys! Walt he was in the
|
|
bathroom...
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
He was in the bathroom
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Joylessly masturbating to pictures
|
|
of dead deer.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Ok you wanna go?
|
|
|
|
They go at each other and do some half-hearted slap-
|
|
fighting before Linda and Joni break them apart. Ransom's
|
|
loving this.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
We gotta do this more often.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Alright! Enough. Jacob, we get
|
|
where this is going. The bathroom's
|
|
next to Harlan's office, where he
|
|
had the big fight with Ransom. You
|
|
heard something. Spill it.
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
I just heard two things.
|
|
|
|
|
|
101 INT. HALF BATH - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 101
|
|
|
|
Jacob on the toilet, hearing non distinct yelling through a
|
|
vent high in the wall. But two words poke through:
|
|
|
|
HARLAN (O.S.)
|
|
...my will!
|
|
|
|
|
|
102 INT. LIVING ROOM 102
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
And then there was more shouting,
|
|
but I also heard Ransom say "I'm
|
|
warning you."
|
|
|
|
Walt raises his arms, triumphant.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Ransom? What's this mean?
|
|
68.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He just eats cookies, silent.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
It means dad finally came to his
|
|
senses and cut this worthless lazy
|
|
brat out of the will.
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
And you better sell your little
|
|
Beamer and you better give your
|
|
notice at that country club and
|
|
kick whatever fashion drugs you're
|
|
on cause if you think after the
|
|
bridges you've burned, the shit
|
|
you've said and what you've put
|
|
this family through for the past
|
|
ten years that any of us are going
|
|
to support you, are going to give
|
|
you like dad used to say a single
|
|
red dime you're nuts.
|
|
|
|
Ransom looks around the room. Cold faces.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Son.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
(mock gravity)
|
|
Father?
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Did Harlan tell you he was cutting
|
|
you out of the will?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Yes.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Then he's done what we weren't
|
|
strong enough to do - this might
|
|
finally make you grow up.
|
|
|
|
Ransom is really slapped by this but he doesn't let it
|
|
show.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
I think it might be the best thing
|
|
that could happen to you.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Thanks - my mother, folks.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
69.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It won't be easy for you but it'll
|
|
be good. Nothing good is ever easy.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Up your ass Joni, you've got your
|
|
teeth bit into this family tit so
|
|
hard
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Oh 'up your ass' very nice you
|
|
homophobic privileged -
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
(going down the line)
|
|
As a matter of fact - Eat shit,
|
|
hows that? In fact eat shit, eat
|
|
shit - eat shit - Definitely eat
|
|
shit. Eat shit.
|
|
|
|
And now everyone is shouting at each other.
|
|
|
|
Blanc has heard enough. He sets the baseball down on a side
|
|
table, and drifts out. Marta follows him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
103 EXT. FRONT PORCH 103
|
|
|
|
Blanc breathes in the air. Marta joins him. From inside the
|
|
house, the shouting continues.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What was that about will readings
|
|
being boring?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Exception that proves the rule.
|
|
|
|
Fran bursts out of the living room, muttering
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
Asshole.
|
|
|
|
She storms off around the house. A beat of thought. Then:
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I'm warning you. Ransom said. I'm
|
|
warning you.
|
|
|
|
One of the dogs bounds up the steps to Blanc.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
You heard Ransom in there, it's the
|
|
kind of thing he says.
|
|
70.
|
|
|
|
|
|
When Blanc goes to pet him, the dog drops something to his
|
|
feet with a clatter. Marta freezes.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What's he got there? Hey boy. You
|
|
find a stick? He's always bringing
|
|
junk into the house -
|
|
|
|
It's the piece of broken trellis. Blanc picks it up,
|
|
examines it, and suddenly his eyes go sharp.
|
|
|
|
|
|
104 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD 104
|
|
|
|
Holding the piece up as he studies the trellis that runs up
|
|
the side of the house. Marta runs up beside him.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
This looks like a relatively fresh
|
|
break - yes. Right there.
|
|
|
|
He's spotted the broken spot on the trellis. Just up from
|
|
it, what looks like a boarded window.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Wait - that doesn't make sense,
|
|
where's that window?
|
|
|
|
|
|
105 INT. LIVING ROOM 105
|
|
|
|
The whole family in a screaming match, but Blanc and Marta
|
|
walk through and up the stairs. Three people notice:
|
|
Elliott and Wagner (who follow) and Ransom (who doesn't.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
106 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING 106
|
|
|
|
Blanc looks down the "dead end" hallway. Marta joins him,
|
|
out of breath.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Show me, but don't step on the
|
|
carpet.
|
|
|
|
It's a runner rug, and Marta delicately steps on the wood
|
|
siding as she goes to the wall with the painting. And
|
|
swings it open, revealing the window.
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
It's the trick window! From "A Kill
|
|
For All Seasons!"
|
|
71.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Elliott and Wagner at the top of the stairs, and Blanc
|
|
motions them not to approach.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Off the carpet!
|
|
|
|
He drops down to his knees, removes a loupe from his
|
|
jacket, and holds it in his eye. Then, his face inches from
|
|
the carpet, he scans it. All the way to the window. Then
|
|
stops.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Traces of dried mud. I suspect they
|
|
go the length of the hallway.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Footprints?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
No, just traces.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Depending on when it was last
|
|
cleaned, it could be from anytime
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
But that would not explain this.
|
|
|
|
He motions to the base of the window sill - obvious scuffs
|
|
of dried mud. Marta winces.
|
|
|
|
Blanc tosses the piece of trellis to Elliott.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Analyze this mud. It will match
|
|
these traces, and you will find
|
|
similar samples leading up the
|
|
trellis on the side of the house.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
On the night of the party, somebody
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who did not want to be heard
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|
climbing the steps went to a great
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deal of trouble to break into
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Harlan Thrombey's rooms. The game
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is afoot, eh Watson?
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107 INT. LIBRARY - MINUTES LATER 107
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The whole family assembled. Marta stands in the back, with
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Blanc, Elliott and Trooper Wagner.
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72.
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Alan Stevens, Harlan's attorney, sits at a table with
|
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papers in front of him, assistant Sally beside him.
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ALAN
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Well. Thank you all for getting
|
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together like this, it isn't
|
|
legally necessary but I thought
|
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because you're all in town and some
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of you are leaving soon, it would
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be best -
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BLANC
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Excuse me Mr. Stevens. As to that,
|
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ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to
|
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gently request you all remain in
|
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town until the investigation is
|
|
completed. Shouldn't be more than
|
|
two days.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
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He's gently requesting, I'm
|
|
ordering. Nobody move until we
|
|
figure this out.
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Nobody likes this.
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LINDA
|
|
What?
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JONI
|
|
Can we ask why? Has something
|
|
changed?
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BLANC
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|
No.
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JONI
|
|
No it hasn't changed or no we can't
|
|
ask?
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BLANC
|
|
Mr. Stevens, please continue.
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ALAN
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|
73.
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|
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|
Right. Well the other reason I
|
|
thought this gathering would be,
|
|
uh, beneficial is that as I told
|
|
Walt, Harlan altered his will one
|
|
week ago. He sealed it and asked me
|
|
not to submit it to the courts for
|
|
probate until after his death. So
|
|
in case there's any confusion about
|
|
anything we're all together, we can
|
|
talk. I can't imagine any of it
|
|
will be that complicated, Harlan's
|
|
assets included um
|
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SALLY
|
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...the house
|
|
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|
ALAN
|
|
the house which he owned outright,
|
|
um
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|
SALLY
|
|
sixty million
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
right in various cash accounts and
|
|
investments, yes and of course the
|
|
real assets are sole ownership of
|
|
um
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|
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|
SALLY
|
|
Blood Like Wine
|
|
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ALAN
|
|
Blood Like Wine publishing, his
|
|
publishing company. Ok.
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|
|
|
Walt's wife puts her hand on his knee. He squeezes it,
|
|
smiled tightly.
|
|
|
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ALAN
|
|
Um, he did write up a statement
|
|
when he made the recent changes, he
|
|
wanted it read first, so:
|
|
(reads)
|
|
"Some of you may be surprised by
|
|
the choice I've made here. No
|
|
pleasure was taken in the
|
|
exclusion, and its purpose was not
|
|
to sow greater discord in the
|
|
family, quite the opposite. Please
|
|
accept it with grace and without
|
|
bitterness. But do accept it. It's
|
|
for the best."
|
|
74.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Gently condescending eyes shift to Ransom. Linda sees this,
|
|
puts her hand on her son's hand, and he immediately gets up
|
|
and moves to a chair in the corner.
|
|
|
|
Alan's assistant hands him an envelope and he removes a
|
|
single sheet of paper with one short typed paragraph.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Ok. So - oh wow, yeah, not complex
|
|
at all. This'll be quick. "I Harlan
|
|
Thrombey, being of sound mind and
|
|
body, yada yada, my assets both
|
|
liquid and otherwise, I leave in
|
|
their entirety to Marta Cabrera. My
|
|
entire ownership of Blood Like Wine
|
|
publishing I leave in its entirety
|
|
to Marta Cabrera. The copyright of
|
|
its catalog likewise I leave in its
|
|
entirety to Marta Cabrera.
|
|
|
|
The air around Marta's head goes away. The room spins She's
|
|
not sure what's happening. Blanc is looking at her.
|
|
|
|
The whole family is looking at her.
|
|
|
|
Walt bursts out of his chair and grabs the will
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
No. What?
|
|
(beat)
|
|
That can't be - that can't be right
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
What the genuine shit
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
That can't be right it's right
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
It's right
|
|
|
|
Donna begins to hyperventilate. She puts her head between
|
|
her knees, breathes deep.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
No no no no Alan this can't be
|
|
legal, there are, we're his family
|
|
75.
|
|
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
We're his family, Alan he obviously
|
|
wasn't, something - I don't know
|
|
what but something wasn't right
|
|
here
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Are there safeguards against this?
|
|
|
|
And from the back of the room, slowly rising above the din
|
|
of confusion and cursing, slowly drawing even Marta's deer
|
|
in the headlights attention... Ransom. LAUGHING. Loud and
|
|
weirdly sincerely, tears down his cheeks, laughing his head
|
|
off.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Alan there's a mistake
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Mom if it's what granddad wanted
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
No this is a mistake, this is ours.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Alan take that piece of paper and
|
|
shove it up your ass and get out.
|
|
And you cops, out!
|
|
|
|
They don't but Ransom slips out, his child-like laughter
|
|
trailing after him.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Linda -
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
No, we need to talk and we need to
|
|
fight this thing and we're not
|
|
going anywhere. GET OUT! We're the
|
|
Thrombeys goddammit! This is still
|
|
our house!
|
|
|
|
A beat of silence. Then all eyes go to Alan. Who looks down
|
|
at the will. His assistant Sally points helpfully.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Sorry, there's, uh. "Likewise the
|
|
house at two Deerborn Drive and all
|
|
belongings therein I leave to Marta
|
|
Cabrera.
|
|
|
|
Linda goes for Marta.
|
|
76.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
You little bitch. Did you know
|
|
about this? What did you do to him
|
|
to make this happen, were you two
|
|
what were you boinking my father?
|
|
|
|
Marta recoils, stumbles back.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
'Boinking?'
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Linda!
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
Anchor baby.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Marta! Jacob! And Linda - please!
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Linda please - Marta, you need to
|
|
tell us though,
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Yes Marta, did dad discuss this
|
|
with you?
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
You need to tell us everything you
|
|
know about this and we need to talk
|
|
about this,
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
This isn't what dad wanted, this
|
|
isn't fair but we can work this out
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Jesus don't mob the girl, let's
|
|
talk about this
|
|
|
|
The whole family is coming towards her like zombies. Blanc
|
|
takes her by the arm and steers her towards the door.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I think heads have to cool a
|
|
little, and in the meanwhile I'd
|
|
maybe run.
|
|
|
|
|
|
108 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 108
|
|
77.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta stumbles out of the house in a daze. Behind her, the
|
|
entirety of the family floods out after her, shouting
|
|
reassurances and questions and accusations and a general
|
|
din of confusion.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I - I have no idea why he - I just
|
|
need to think - I'll call you or
|
|
have him call me or do something I
|
|
don't know
|
|
|
|
She gets in her car and slams the door, and it's instantly
|
|
like A Hard Day's Night - the family gathered around trying
|
|
to talk through the window and rapping to get her
|
|
attention.
|
|
|
|
Marta keys the ignition - chug chug chug. Nothing. Oh god,
|
|
not now - chug chug chug. It won't turn over.
|
|
|
|
Richard opens the door, she pulls it closed again and locks
|
|
it, this is like a horror movie. Blanc is trying to get the
|
|
family to back off but no dice.
|
|
|
|
Marta puts her head in her hands, all of it swirling and
|
|
echoing and horrifying, she has no idea what to do.
|
|
|
|
HONK!
|
|
|
|
She turns - a honking car pulls up right beside her and
|
|
through the family crowd she sees Ransom in his Porsche,
|
|
waving "get in." With no other options she pushes out of
|
|
her car and through the family and JUMPS IN with him.
|
|
|
|
As he GUNS IT and careens out of the driveway he shouts
|
|
back at the family with a wave
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I think this could be the best
|
|
thing to happen to all of you!
|
|
|
|
And they're gone. The family keeps shouting at each other.
|
|
|
|
Blanc watches the Porsche recede, his expression
|
|
unreadable.
|
|
|
|
DING! His phone buzzing. He checks it. His expression
|
|
darkens.
|
|
|
|
|
|
109 INT. RANSOM'S PORSCHE 109
|
|
78.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tearing down the private road, away from the house. He's
|
|
still laughing, she's still shell shocked. Slowly, his
|
|
laughter eases to a stop. A moment of silence.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Ok seriously though, what the hell?
|
|
|
|
She shakes her head, looks at him. What the hell indeed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
110 EXT. ROADSIDE FAMILY RESTAURANT - LATER 110
|
|
|
|
The Porsche parked out front.
|
|
|
|
|
|
111 INT. RESTAURANT - CORNER BOOTH 111
|
|
|
|
Tucked into a dark corner, Marta is miserable. Ransom is
|
|
bemused, but regards her closely.
|
|
|
|
They sit in silence. A waitress sets a sausage plate down.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
(to the waitress)
|
|
Could we get an extra bowl please?
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
You look like you're gonna pass
|
|
out. Have you eaten all day? Eat.
|
|
|
|
She joylessly shovels food in her mouth, starving.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
This is a nightmare.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Uh huh. So why.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Why
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Why. Hey, this is everything. There
|
|
has to be a bigger reason why and
|
|
you know it.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Well Ransom how about it had more
|
|
to do with you guys than with me.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
(agrees)
|
|
Yeah.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
79.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yeah that's the only thing that
|
|
makes sense.
|
|
|
|
Marta is unexpectedly effected by this. The waitress
|
|
breezes by, sets an empty bowl on the table.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Did he tell you anything?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Just I wasn't getting a cent.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
He wanted you to build something
|
|
from the ground up, like your
|
|
parents
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
something from the ground up, like
|
|
my parents
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
yeah. My mom built her business
|
|
from the ground up with a million
|
|
dollar loan from granddad. My dad
|
|
owns none of it, and mom made him
|
|
sign a prenup. He lives in fear. I
|
|
know that's what granddad wanted to
|
|
protect me from by doing this, and
|
|
I know I shouldn't say this out
|
|
loud but when he told me, Jesus
|
|
Christ I coulda killed him.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
After I left the party, though. I
|
|
was driving fast, nowhere, just in
|
|
the night. And I got this weird...
|
|
clarity. That from here on I was
|
|
going to have to do for myself. And
|
|
that felt... good. The old bastard.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Marta I know three things. One: I
|
|
know he didn't commit suicide.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What makes you think that
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I don't think it. I know it. Cause
|
|
I knew my granddad. So you're not
|
|
going to bullshit me. Because two:
|
|
I know lying makes you puke. Cause
|
|
of that mafia game last fourth of
|
|
July.
|
|
80.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta sinks back, suddenly nervous.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
And three. I know that you just ate
|
|
a full plate of sausage and baked
|
|
beans.
|
|
|
|
She looks down at her empty plate. Oh no. He pushes the
|
|
large empty bowl in front of her.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
So look me in the eye. And tell me
|
|
what really happened to my
|
|
granddad.
|
|
|
|
Her lip quivers. She looks like she might attempt it. But
|
|
then tears drop from her eyes.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
You bastard.
|
|
|
|
Ransom pull the bowl away, and puts his hand on hers.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Marta. Tell me everything.
|
|
|
|
|
|
112 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE - EVENING 112
|
|
|
|
Dusk settles heavy. Warm light from the windows.
|
|
|
|
WALT (O.S.)
|
|
There have to be options here.
|
|
|
|
ALAN (O.S.)
|
|
No. I don't know how many times I
|
|
can repeat the same two simple
|
|
pieces of information.
|
|
|
|
|
|
113 INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING 113
|
|
|
|
Lit by a fire in the fireplace, the whole family pacing
|
|
around, Alan the lawyer looking very tired seated at a
|
|
table in the center of the room.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
If Harlan was of sound mind when he
|
|
made the changes, and we've all
|
|
confirmed he was
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
81.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Would a sound person do this! Sound
|
|
how?
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
The very action speaks to
|
|
unsoundness!
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
not legally no, you not liking what
|
|
they did does not speak to
|
|
testamentary capacity.
|
|
|
|
JACOB
|
|
What about undue influence?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Yes! Undue influence!
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
(weary)
|
|
Did you just google that?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
If Marta was manipulating dad
|
|
somehow, if we found out that she
|
|
had
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
Gotten her hooks into him
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Somehow or something
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
You need a strong case for that.
|
|
You've got nothing. "She endeared
|
|
herself to him through hard work
|
|
and good humor" won't cut the
|
|
salami.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
What about the slayer rule?
|
|
|
|
All eyes turn to her. Her face is lit by her phone.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
I did just google that.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
The slayer rule obviously does not
|
|
apply here.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
82.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What the hell is the slayer rule?
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
It's if someone is convicted of
|
|
killing the person they can't get
|
|
their inheritance.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Not even convicted, even if they're
|
|
held responsible for their death in
|
|
civil court
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Like OJ
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Like OJ, yes. But Harlan committed
|
|
suicide.
|
|
|
|
All eyes turn to Blanc, who this whole time has been
|
|
sitting in a chair by the fire, lost in thought.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Detective Blank. You said that the
|
|
investigation is continuing. You
|
|
made a point of that. Do you
|
|
suspect foul play?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Mister Blanc. If you please.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
There is much that remains unclear.
|
|
But yes. I suspect foul play.
|
|
|
|
The eruption you would expect breaks out.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Marta?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I have eliminated no suspects.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
You're full of shit, I don't trust
|
|
this guy in the tweed suit, and
|
|
Alan god bless you you're useless.
|
|
|
|
ALAN
|
|
Thank you.
|
|
|
|
Alan takes that as an excuse to leave.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
83.
|
|
|
|
|
|
There's one answer to this: she can
|
|
renounce the inheritance.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
She knows it's what she should do,
|
|
it's the right thing to do.
|
|
|
|
LINDA
|
|
We've gotta make her do theright
|
|
thing.
|
|
|
|
Meg rounds on her mom, speaks quietly, in tears.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Mom. If Granddad wanted Marta to
|
|
have everything, that's what he
|
|
wanted.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
No, this was not him. He loved us,
|
|
he wanted us taken care of. He
|
|
wanted you to have an education.
|
|
|
|
JONI
|
|
Meg. You think I can pay for your
|
|
school?
|
|
|
|
This leaves Meg shaken.
|
|
|
|
|
|
114 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 114
|
|
|
|
Beer bottles now stacked up in front of Ransom. Marta has
|
|
just told Ransom everything. He stares into space, and
|
|
makes the slightest hint of a laugh which I'll write as:
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Heuh.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I know, just saying it it sounds
|
|
insane but it's all true. I think
|
|
Blanc's been on to me from the
|
|
start - I don't care if I go to
|
|
jail, but my mom... my sister, we
|
|
can't -
|
|
|
|
Nothing but silence from Ransom. Maybe he's deep in
|
|
thought. A strange glint in his eye.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
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|
You going to say something?
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84.
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RANSOM
|
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I always thought I was the only one
|
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who could beat Granddad at GO. I
|
|
always thought that meant
|
|
something.
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MARTA
|
|
I know you did.
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|
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RANSOM
|
|
At the party, that night, my last
|
|
conversation with him, our last
|
|
fight, that's what he told me,
|
|
about you. That you beat him nearly
|
|
every time. More than me. And I
|
|
thought what a strange thing to
|
|
tell me. But I think I get it now.
|
|
I think it did mean something.
|
|
(beat)
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|
I'm not telling the family shit.
|
|
You're not going to jail. That
|
|
detective is not going to catch
|
|
you. And you're not giving up the
|
|
family fortune.
|
|
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|
RANSOM
|
|
Think about what Granddad did to
|
|
see this through, this was what he
|
|
wanted not just for you but for his
|
|
family, and for him. And yes for
|
|
you. You've come this far. Let me
|
|
help you go all the way.
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|
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|
Marta looks at him hard.
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|
MARTA
|
|
This isn't you. You could turn me
|
|
in right now and get your cut of
|
|
the inheritance. Why?
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RANSOM
|
|
Because fuck my family. They don't
|
|
deserve any of this. I can help you
|
|
and we can fool them all and get
|
|
away with it... and then you will
|
|
give me my cut of the inheritance.
|
|
The perfect ending, we all win.
|
|
You, me and Harlan. Deal?
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|
|
Silence. Broken by Marta's phone ringing. On the phone ID -
|
|
"MEG T"
|
|
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|
Marta takes a breath, looks at Ransom. And picks it up.
|
|
85.
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|
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|
MARTA
|
|
Meg
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
Marta. Oh that was nuts.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I know
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
Are you ok?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Yeah are you?
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
I'm fine, I mean everyone's nuts,
|
|
they're all going, I don't know,
|
|
they've lost it. No one knows I'm
|
|
calling you, I wanted to - I don't
|
|
know what I wanted, I wanted to say
|
|
sorry for how everyone was.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No...
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
And... I guess I wanted to ask...
|
|
(beat)
|
|
What are you going to do?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What do you mean?
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
Well the... with the, will. What
|
|
are you going to do?
|
|
|
|
Marta looks at Ransom. What indeed.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What do you think I should do?
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
86.
|
|
|
|
|
|
You should do what you think is...
|
|
right. I think you should give it
|
|
back to us. Granddad always took
|
|
care of us, we're his family, I
|
|
know he was like family to you but
|
|
we're his actual family. Marta you
|
|
know this isn't fair, we've always
|
|
been good to you and we're going to
|
|
take care of you, everyone loves
|
|
you and you're like family and
|
|
we'll take care of you but you have
|
|
to make things right, you know
|
|
what's right.
|
|
|
|
Marta, keeping eye contact with Ransom. Then, her voice
|
|
quavering, Meg drops what is for her the big bomb:
|
|
|
|
MEG (ON PHONE)
|
|
Marta, mom's broke, she says I'll
|
|
have to drop out of school.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No, no. I won't let that happen.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Whatever money you need Meg, I'll
|
|
help you. I don't want you to
|
|
worry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
115 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT 115
|
|
|
|
Meg on the phone. Her face horrified, mortified, barely
|
|
comprehending what she's just heard.
|
|
|
|
MARTA (ON PHONE)
|
|
I'll take care of you. I promise.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
Thanks.
|
|
|
|
MARTA (ON PHONE)
|
|
And once I get the -
|
|
|
|
Meg hangs up, lets the phone drop from her ear. Tears in
|
|
her eyes. She turns to her whole family gathered behind
|
|
her, silent and expectant.
|
|
|
|
|
|
116 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 116
|
|
|
|
Marta realizes the connection's dead, holds the phone in
|
|
her hand like something delicate she just broke.
|
|
87.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Ok then. Did the detective find
|
|
anything suspicious at the house?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
(in a daze)
|
|
Mud. Tracks upstairs - where I
|
|
broke in through the window.
|
|
|
|
Ransom winces.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Identifiable prints?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Good. Ok. Good. Hey. You've just
|
|
gotta ride the next few days out
|
|
until the investigation putters
|
|
out, cause it will, cause no matter
|
|
how sharp this Blanc guy is he's
|
|
got nothing. Relax.
|
|
|
|
|
|
117 INT. MARTA'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING 117
|
|
|
|
She wakes to a sharp rapping at her door. Her sister Alice
|
|
pokes her head in, flustered.
|
|
|
|
ALICE
|
|
Marta get your ass up, what the
|
|
hell is happening? There's a guy
|
|
here and a bunch of stuff,
|
|
everything's going crazy, are we
|
|
rich??
|
|
|
|
Marta lifts her head from her hands.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Maybe, I dunno.
|
|
|
|
ALICE
|
|
I don't even know what that means
|
|
but you better get your ass up.
|
|
|
|
Marta looks at her phone - 28 missed calls.
|
|
|
|
|
|
118 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 118
|
|
|
|
Marta stumbles in - Alice in front of the TV, mom pacing.
|
|
88.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MOM
|
|
(subtitled Spanish)
|
|
Oh my god Marta what is all this,
|
|
what did you do?
|
|
|
|
The TV is tuned to local news - an anchor stands outside
|
|
THEIR APARTMENT BUILDING.
|
|
|
|
LOCAL NEWS ANCHOR (ON TV)
|
|
...we again we don't know much
|
|
about Marta Cabrera or the exact
|
|
relationship she had to Harlan
|
|
Thrombey, beyond being his home
|
|
nurse, and the Thrombey family has
|
|
yet to release a statement...
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Is that here?
|
|
|
|
ALICE
|
|
Oh yeah it is. Wait so is that
|
|
true? Are we rich?
|
|
|
|
Marta looks out the blinds - several local reporters down
|
|
in the streets with their vans and cameras.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Oh my god.
|
|
|
|
|
|
119 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - DAY 119
|
|
|
|
Wagner's prowler pulls up. Blanc gets out of the passenger
|
|
side.
|
|
|
|
Blanc nods to the Wagner and the officer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
120 INT. GREATNANA'S ROOM 120
|
|
|
|
Dim. By an open window stands GREATNANA. Blanc enters, she
|
|
turns. They look into each others eyes.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Good Morning Mrs. Thrombey.
|
|
|
|
A long pause as he thinks of exactly the right word.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
89.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Why is grief the providence of
|
|
youth? I don't know. But I'd
|
|
imagine that age deepens all
|
|
feelings. Including grief. This was
|
|
a long walk to offering condolences
|
|
for the loss of your son. And
|
|
asking you if it isn't presumptuous
|
|
of me to not think too harshly of
|
|
your family, if I am as I suspect
|
|
the first to console you. They're
|
|
young aren't they.
|
|
|
|
Blanc sits.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
One thing I do assume of age is
|
|
weariness. Damned if I don't get
|
|
more tired every day. Tired of what
|
|
I do. Following arcs, like lobbed
|
|
rocks. The inevitability of truth.
|
|
But the complexity and the gray
|
|
lies not in the truth but what you
|
|
do with the truth once you have it.
|
|
|
|
Greatnana's eyes move slightly.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I think you have something you want
|
|
to tell me. I think you're very
|
|
perceptive and very capable of
|
|
telling me what you saw the night
|
|
of your son's party. But I'll
|
|
happily wait. I'm in no rush. I
|
|
find it quite pleasant. Sitting
|
|
here with you.
|
|
|
|
He reclines, not particularly looking at her. She looks
|
|
back at him. Every now and then a breeze stirs the window
|
|
sheers.
|
|
|
|
|
|
121 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 121
|
|
|
|
MOM
|
|
Lawyers were here, very big lawyers
|
|
it looked like, and some other guys
|
|
I didn't know, they left all this
|
|
for you and business cards, so many
|
|
business cards, and there was a
|
|
pile of other stuff when I got home
|
|
-
|
|
90.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Mom shovels some official looking legal letter and courier
|
|
envelopes into Marta's arms.
|
|
|
|
MOM
|
|
(subtitled Spanish)
|
|
Hey. I don't like this.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
(subtitled Spanish)
|
|
I don't like it either mom. I'm
|
|
slipping out the back - I'll be
|
|
back later, don't talk to anyone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
122 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY 122
|
|
|
|
Dim and dingy. Marta comes out of their apartment door,
|
|
then jump, startled - at the end of the hall, lurking:
|
|
Walt.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Hey.
|
|
|
|
Walt's eyes are rimmed red. His heavy cane taps.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Hey.
|
|
|
|
They're not sure what to do so they awkwardly hug. Marta
|
|
still has the envelopes in her hands.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
How you doing?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Well. Walt I want you to know I
|
|
didn't know about any of this. This
|
|
is
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
I know you didn't, we all went
|
|
kinda crazy yesterday
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Understandable
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
You're still very important to all
|
|
of us, I want you to know that.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
91.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I haven't even looked at all this
|
|
yet, this legal stuff, is this from
|
|
you guys?
|
|
|
|
Marta flips through the envelopes, squinting.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
it isn't from us. Maybe just local
|
|
lawyers and accountants who saw the
|
|
news and want to jump on it, I'd be
|
|
careful of it all.
|
|
|
|
One envelope sticks out - a blank plain letter sized
|
|
envelope, no postage, no return address.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Marta. Is it your intention to
|
|
renounce the inheritance?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
This is what Harlan wanted.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Well. Harlan has put you in a very
|
|
hard position here. It was unfair
|
|
of him.
|
|
|
|
Walt's hand on his cane. Gripping tight.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
You see what this kicks up with the
|
|
press and the scrutiny, and we
|
|
know... with your mother...
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
...with my mother.
|
|
|
|
Marta's spine straightens.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What did Meg tell you.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
This isn't about who - you're
|
|
missing the point, we're not
|
|
attacking you with this.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
92.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta if your mom came here
|
|
illegally, criminally, if you come
|
|
into this inheritance with the
|
|
scrutiny that entails I'd be afraid
|
|
that could come to light. That's
|
|
what we're all trying to avoid
|
|
here. We can protect you from that
|
|
happening, or if it happens.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
You're saying even if it came to
|
|
light, with the family's resources
|
|
you could help me fix it.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Yes. The right lawyers, none of
|
|
those local guys but New York
|
|
lawyers, DC lawyers, enough
|
|
resources put towards it, yes. But
|
|
there's no need it should ever even
|
|
come up. But yes.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Ok. Good.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Ok?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Cause Harlan gave me all your
|
|
resources. So that means with my
|
|
resources I'll be able to fix it.
|
|
So I guess I'm going to go find the
|
|
right lawyers.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
Marta.
|
|
|
|
He shuffles towards her. For the first time she feels a
|
|
hint of physical threat, and backs up quick into her
|
|
apartment.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
You better be sure you want to -
|
|
|
|
She slams the door
|
|
|
|
|
|
123 INT. CABRERA KITCHEN 123
|
|
|
|
and leans against it, breathing hard. But angry and
|
|
focused. She dumps the legal envelopes in the trash but
|
|
keeps the mysterious envelope, opens it and pulls out:
|
|
93.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Half a sheet of paper, roughly torn. A photocopy of the
|
|
header of some sort of medical document, "OFFICE OF THE
|
|
CHIEF MEDICAL EXAMINER" Under that, a photocopy of a tag
|
|
with her name on it. And hand written in block letters at
|
|
the top: "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID."
|
|
|
|
Marta's phone BUZZES, and she jumps. Caller ID: "maybe B
|
|
BLANC". She hesitates, then sends it voicemail. Looks at
|
|
the mysterious letter in her hands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
124 INT. RANSOM'S LIVING ROOM 124
|
|
|
|
Ransom studies the mysterious letter. Marta pushes aside a
|
|
stack of New Yorkers and sits on the couch.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Well I don't know what this is from
|
|
|
|
Indicating the tag photocopy with her name.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
It's my medical bag tag. They have
|
|
my medical bag. For some reason.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
OK, but this is just a photocopy of
|
|
the header of a blood toxicology
|
|
report, from the local crime lab.
|
|
On Harlan. Marta, it would show the
|
|
morphine overdose.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
So I'm screwed! How do you know all
|
|
this stuff?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I was Harlan's research assistant.
|
|
For a summer.
|
|
|
|
He sips his morning coffee.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
But what kind of blackmail scheme
|
|
is this? I mean the actual evidence
|
|
is sitting up the street at the
|
|
crime lab. What was the point of
|
|
sending you this?
|
|
|
|
|
|
125 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 125
|
|
|
|
Siren blazing, the cop car SPEEDS into town.
|
|
94.
|
|
|
|
|
|
126 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 126
|
|
|
|
The cop car pulls past an identifying sign into the parking
|
|
lot of a one story stand alone building, joining several
|
|
other cop cars, and fire trucks. Journalists kept at bay.
|
|
|
|
The building is a charred brick husk. Black smoke, debris.
|
|
|
|
It's been gutted with an explosion and a blazing fire.
|
|
|
|
Blanc steps out of the cop car and finds Lieutenant
|
|
Elliott.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
What's the cheese?
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Five AM, security systems here was
|
|
all triggered. It went up quick.
|
|
Blood stores, records, all gone. No
|
|
employees around, thank god.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Any surveillance cams?
|
|
|
|
Elliott gestures wearily to the charred remains of a
|
|
security camera on the smoking shell of an awning.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
And speaking of security, the
|
|
security tape from the Thrombey
|
|
residence was scrambled. For some
|
|
reason.
|
|
|
|
Blanc unsurprised. He motions back to the building.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
What was still pending from the
|
|
autopsy?
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
The report on the blood work.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Blood work?
|
|
|
|
Blanc chews on this.
|
|
|
|
Across the street, Marta and Ransom pull up in her car.
|
|
|
|
|
|
127 INT. MARTA'S CAR 127
|
|
95.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Holy shit. This is insane.
|
|
|
|
Ransom looks at her - yeah it's likely. They both
|
|
instinctively duck down in case the cops look over.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Who would blow up a whole real
|
|
official building just to blackmail
|
|
me?
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Marta this means that the
|
|
blackmailer has the only paper copy
|
|
of the thing that can prove your
|
|
guilt. You didn't get any other
|
|
instructions, no phone call no
|
|
email, no nothing?
|
|
|
|
Marta looks stunned. She stabs at her phone, quick swipes.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
...nothing...I didn't check my
|
|
email.
|
|
|
|
She shows him an email from 092832@shushmail.com. No
|
|
subject line, simple text: 1209 Columbus Rd 10AM
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
That's it. 1209 Columbus Road,
|
|
10am.
|
|
|
|
Marta looks at Ransom, then at the clock on her dashboard -
|
|
9:32, then at the charred building.
|
|
|
|
|
|
128 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 128
|
|
|
|
Blanc looks around, deep in thought. He spots Marta's car.
|
|
|
|
|
|
129 INT. MARTA'S CAR 129
|
|
|
|
Marta peeking up through the window.
|
|
|
|
Blanc sees her. She sees him. Ducks back down. Shit.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
You know what this means right? If
|
|
you destroy that copy you are
|
|
totally within the clear.
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96.
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Blanc begins to walk straight towards Marta. Quickly and
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with purpose. Shouts something, Lieutenant Elliott follows.
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RANSOM
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Marta. Did you hear me.
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Marta peeks again - Blanc coming at them full speed. Twenty
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paces from the car. Closing in fast.
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MARTA
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Yeah.
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She sits up, throws the car in gear and FLOORS IT.
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130 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 130
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Her subcompact PEELS OUT and buzzes off down the road.
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Blanc, crestfallen, runs back towards the cop cars in the
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parking lot, shouting at Elliott, who flags a cop.
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131 INT. MARTA'S CAR 131
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The whine of the engine, Ransom puts on his seat belt. In
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the rear view, siren lights as cop cars pour out of the
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parking lot in pursuit.
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MARTA
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You regret helping me yet?
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RANSOM
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I regret not taking the beamer.
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Her phone buzzes - Blanc calling. IGNORE.
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132 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 132
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Marta buzzing down the road, cop cars a quarter mile back.
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133 INT. COP CAR 133
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Blanc in back, Elliott in front, Trooper Wagner driving.
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TROOPER WAGNER (ON RADIO)
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Vehicles in pursuit in Washington
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Street
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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97.
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(into radio)
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No force - repeat that. Possible
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murder suspect.
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Their speedometer creeping up on 85
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134 INT. MARTA'S CAR 134
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Marta's speedometer creeping up on 55.
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MARTA
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Oh my god oh my god oh my god I am
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literally flooring it
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RANSOM
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Are you flooring it?
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Her phone rings - Blanc again. She looks over - cop cars
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are RIGHT ALONGSIDE them. Blank holds his phone up, looks
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at her quizzically. Points to the phone.
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RANSOM
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This is going well.
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MARTA
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This is stupid, I'm pulling over
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RANSOM
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If you miss your shot at getting
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that tox report it's all over...
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MARTA
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Aaauuuuuawwwaaagghhhh
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She hits the brakes.
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135 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 135
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Marta's car PEELS TO A STOP and the two COP CARS on either
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side blaze by, hitting their brakes.
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She pulls off onto a SIDE STREET and into narrower city
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streets, down narrow alleys, using her small car to nimbly
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dart though small spaces.
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The cops can't follow, and she loses them.
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She pulls to a stop in a secluded little back lot.
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98.
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136 INT. MARTA'S CAR 136
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Marta, breathing hard. Ransom is shocked.
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MARTA
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Ok. I'm all just pure adrenaline
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now it's like I swallowed bees.
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What's the the whatsitcalled
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address ok. And I just - I mean
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whatever they want, I just say yes
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|
right, just to get that report
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back. And destroy it. Ransom. Thank
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you. I couldn't do this without
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you.
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RANSOM
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1209 Columbus road. And destroy it.
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He smiles slightly. A quick moment of silence between them.
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Then: RAP RAP RAP on Ransom's car window.
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Blanc. Standing right outside. Marta looks in her rear view
|
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- the cop car has pulled up silently behind them.
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Another pulls up in front.
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137 EXT. PARKING LOT 137
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Ransom and Marta step out of the car, hands raised for some
|
|
reason.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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That was the dumbest car chase of
|
|
all time. Put your hands down.
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BLANC
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|
(to Marta)
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|
I spoke to Wanetta Thrombey,
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|
Greatnana. The night of the party
|
|
she saw someone climb the trellis
|
|
to the third floor.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Mr. Drysdale, come with us please.
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|
Elliott leads Ransom off by the elbow. Ransom throws a look
|
|
back at Marta - he has no idea what's going on.
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MARTA
|
|
What's going on?
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99.
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BLANC
|
|
"Ransom came back" she said. I
|
|
don't know what he came back to do,
|
|
but we'll find out.
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|
Marta looks at Ransom - oh no. Senile Greatnana thought she
|
|
was him. This is a mistake. But... she glances at her watch
|
|
- 9:51.
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|
BLANC
|
|
Did he ask you to drive when he saw
|
|
me coming?
|
|
|
|
Ransom's being led to the police car. Marta decides:
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MARTA
|
|
Yes.
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|
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|
Marta gets back in her car. She pretends to take a sip from
|
|
an empty soda cup, but actually SPITS UP a little into it.
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|
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (O.S.)
|
|
Blanc. Coming with us?
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|
BLANC (O.S.)
|
|
(to Elliott)
|
|
I'll drive with Marta.
|
|
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|
To Marta's horror Blanc opens her passenger door.
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|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Let's go to the police station, I
|
|
want a full run down of everything
|
|
he said to you, and I can catch you
|
|
up on where we're at.
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138 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 138
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|
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|
Cop cars coast through town, Marta's bringing up the rear.
|
|
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|
139 INT. MARTA'S CAR 139
|
|
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|
Marta glances at the dashboard clock - 9:55. Blanc, casual:
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|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Strange case from the start. A case
|
|
with a hole in the middle. A donut.
|
|
I'm just talking through my process
|
|
here, let me know if this is
|
|
boring.
|
|
100.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta's arms are locked, her eyes steal a glance at the
|
|
clock - 9:58.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I feel the noose tightening - the
|
|
family are truly desperate.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Desperate motives, the mystery of
|
|
who hired me, the impossibility of
|
|
the crime, and yet -
|
|
|
|
Up ahead, a street sign - "Columbus Road." Marta tenses.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
A donut! One central piece, and if
|
|
it reveals itself the fog would
|
|
lift, the arc would resolve, the
|
|
slinky become unkinked
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Do you mind if I stop for a second.
|
|
I need to pick something up. It
|
|
will be very quick.
|
|
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|
BLANC
|
|
Sure.
|
|
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|
140 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 140
|
|
|
|
Marta's car makes a sharp turn, leaving the cop caravan.
|
|
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|
|
141 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 141
|
|
|
|
A row of storefronts - 1209 is vacant. Marta's car pulls a
|
|
few stores past it. She gets out of the car.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I'll just be a few minutes.
|
|
|
|
Marta runs into a bustling hair salon.
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|
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|
142 EXT. BACK ALLEY 142
|
|
|
|
Marta ducks out the back door of the salon, goes two doors
|
|
down to 1209, and slips into the back door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
143 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 143
|
|
101.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dark, empty retail space. Lit only by the painted-over
|
|
front windows. Marta edges her way in, her eyes still
|
|
adjusting from the sun.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Hello?
|
|
|
|
Her foot hits something on the dirty concrete floor.
|
|
|
|
HER MEDICAL BAG.
|
|
|
|
She kneels, picks it up gently.
|
|
|
|
Next to where it was lying, she finds something else
|
|
curious - the burned remnants of a piece of paper. Only a
|
|
charred corner remains.
|
|
|
|
She turns her attention back to the room. Creeps forward.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Hello?
|
|
|
|
Ahead - a silhouette. A person. Seated in a chair, in the
|
|
center of the room. Silent, facing her.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Listen I don't know what you want.
|
|
Whatever you want we can work it
|
|
out, but we have to figure it out
|
|
right here, right now, and I'm
|
|
leaving with that report.
|
|
|
|
A beat of silence. Nothing. Something's not right here.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Hello?
|
|
|
|
Marta takes a step closer, lifts her phone, and turns on
|
|
its flashlight.
|
|
|
|
Illuminating the ghostly face of FRAN, the housekeeper.
|
|
|
|
Marta, barely breathing:
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Fran?
|
|
|
|
A SPIDER crawls across Fran's face. Marta STIFLES A SCREAM
|
|
and leaps back, sucking in air.
|
|
|
|
A moment of stillness. Her phone BUZZES - Blanc calling.
|
|
102.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta ignores the call, frozen.
|
|
|
|
Her eyes go to: A white letter sized ENVELOPE in Fran's
|
|
hand, resting on her lap.
|
|
|
|
Marta swallows. Leans in, carefully and quietly for some
|
|
reason, and SLIPS the envelope from the lifeless fingers.
|
|
|
|
Unsealed. She opens it.
|
|
|
|
It is empty.
|
|
|
|
Before this can even sink in, a rattling, grating DRAW OF
|
|
BREATH - from Fran.
|
|
|
|
Marta starts - oh my god - and goes to her, checking a
|
|
pulse, checking her eyes, lays her on her back. Fran sucks
|
|
in thin breath, her eyes finding Marta in the glare of the
|
|
dropped phone flashlight.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Fran! Fran! Can you hear me? Fran,
|
|
give me a sign if you can hear me!
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
You
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Me? Fran it's Marta, you called me
|
|
here, you sent me the email, I'm
|
|
here. I'm going to call an
|
|
ambulance and you're going to be ok
|
|
but can you tell me what happened,
|
|
did you take something, what's
|
|
happened to you -
|
|
|
|
Weak, Fran grabs Marta's wrist, and Marta focuses on her.
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
...copy... copy
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
...stashed...
|
|
|
|
These words are barely given breath:
|
|
|
|
FRAN
|
|
you... did this... won't... get
|
|
away.. with this
|
|
103.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Her eyes seize. Her breath gets ragged. Marta is paralyzed
|
|
with shock and fear. Fran is dying.
|
|
|
|
Marta looks at the medical bag in her hand. Then at Fran,
|
|
struggling with her final breaths, eyes wide with fear.
|
|
|
|
She takes a step back from the dying Fran. Fingers tight
|
|
around the medical bag. Letting her die.
|
|
|
|
But then, a decision: no. Marta dials 911 on speaker, drops
|
|
to her knees and starts administering mouth to mouth.
|
|
|
|
PHONE
|
|
911, what is your emergency?
|
|
|
|
|
|
144 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 144
|
|
|
|
Blanc sitting in the car, singing softly to himself.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Sometimes I stand in the middle of
|
|
the room... not going left... not
|
|
going right...
|
|
|
|
He looks at the hair salon - what's taking so long? And
|
|
then sirens, as an AMBULANCE pulls up two doors down, and
|
|
EMT's run into the abandoned storefront.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Oh lord.
|
|
|
|
HARD CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
145 INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - LATER 145
|
|
|
|
Marta and Blanc sitting silently in the fluorescent-lit
|
|
waiting room. Marta with her face in her hands. Blanc is on
|
|
his phone, mostly listening.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
(listens)
|
|
Alright my friend, thank you for
|
|
the update. No I'm here with her.
|
|
No need for that, I'll bring her in
|
|
once we get word that the
|
|
housekeeper is stable. It's still
|
|
touch and go.
|
|
(listens)
|
|
Alright.
|
|
|
|
He hangs up. Marta looks at him.
|
|
104.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
This is over. People are getting
|
|
hurt. I'm going to tell you the
|
|
truth.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Young Ransom just told Lieutenant
|
|
Elliott everything. Who just told
|
|
me everything.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Good. Wait god I hope he didn't
|
|
cover for me, did he tell the real
|
|
truth, about me switching theAnd
|
|
the disguise and all theAnd the
|
|
blackmail with the
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Yeah Yes Mm.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
But why did Fran take my morphine?
|
|
Obviously she had swiped my bag
|
|
from the house, but she didn't seem
|
|
like a user to me, unless that's
|
|
why she needed money...
|
|
(beat)
|
|
I dunno, doesn't matter. I should
|
|
tell the Thrombeys myself, I feel
|
|
like I owe that to them.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I don't think that's a good idea
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No, I need to do it. I won't do any
|
|
of this if I can't do that. I
|
|
really need to. I gave the doctors
|
|
my number, they'll call if anything
|
|
changes with Fran.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
We'll round up the Thrombeys at the
|
|
house, along with a police escort.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
For the arrest after.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You can tell me your whole story on
|
|
the drive over. I want no more
|
|
surprises.
|
|
105.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Marta stands, a dead man walking, resigned.
|
|
|
|
|
|
146 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 146
|
|
|
|
Marta's car drives through the scenic countryside. Inside
|
|
we see but don't hear her telling a long story to Blanc,
|
|
who looks at the passing countryside, brow knit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
147 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - AFTERNOON 147
|
|
|
|
All the family cars there, along with two police cruisers.
|
|
|
|
Marta's pulls up.
|
|
|
|
|
|
148 INT. MARTA'S CAR 148
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
...said it was stashed, the copy,
|
|
and then she told me "you did this,
|
|
you won't get away with it" and
|
|
then I called the ambulance. And
|
|
that's it.
|
|
|
|
She turns the engine off. Looks up at the house. Breathes.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Alright. Are you ready?
|
|
|
|
|
|
149 INT. FOYER 149
|
|
|
|
Marta and Blanc enter. This really feels like a walk
|
|
towards the gallows. Richard, Walt and Meg are there. Meg
|
|
avoids eye contact with Marta.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD
|
|
Ah. Ok, has she come to her senses?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
She's standing right there Richard
|
|
she can speak for herself -
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Is the rest of the family here?
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
In the living room.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I think maybe, if we could...
|
|
106.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Blanc beckons, and Richard and Walt file out. On her way
|
|
out Meg hugs Marta, weeping.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I told them
|
|
about your mom. I was angry and
|
|
scared, I'm sorry
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
It's ok, Meg. I understand. Believe
|
|
me. It's alright.
|
|
|
|
Meg sniffs, dries her eyes.
|
|
|
|
MEG
|
|
God I am so raiding Fran's stash
|
|
after this.
|
|
|
|
They hug one more time. Then when Meg walks off towards the
|
|
living room, Marta realizes something. Blanc walks back.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I still think this is a bad idea,
|
|
but the family is assembled.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
(to Blanc)
|
|
I know where the tox report is.
|
|
|
|
|
|
150 INT. DRAWING ROOM 150
|
|
|
|
Marta jimmies the clock drawer open with a letter opener.
|
|
|
|
She pulls a FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER from inside, blows loose
|
|
pot leaves off it. She hands it to Blanc.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
She practically told me where it
|
|
was. Anyway this'll tie everything
|
|
up. And I just handed it to you,
|
|
god you're you're not much of a
|
|
detective are you?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
To be fair you're a pretty lousy
|
|
murderer. Perhaps we deserve each
|
|
other.
|
|
|
|
|
|
151 INT. LIVING ROOM 151
|
|
107.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The family gathered, impatient. Lieutenant Elliott and
|
|
Trooper Wagner are there too, with another uniformed
|
|
officer. Ransom sits in the corner, his face passive.
|
|
|
|
Marta gulps. Blanc is a few steps behind her. As she
|
|
speaks, he unfolds and reads the tox report.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Um. You guys have always been good
|
|
to me. And what I'm about to say
|
|
isn't going to be easy, and you're
|
|
going to be upset, but especially
|
|
after everything you've gone
|
|
through the past few days, I
|
|
thought you deserved to hear it
|
|
from me.
|
|
|
|
Walt smiles at her, "you're doing the right thing." Marta
|
|
takes a deep breath.
|
|
|
|
Blanc has finished reading the report. He refolds it
|
|
carefully.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I -
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Excuse me. You have not been good
|
|
to her. You have all treated her
|
|
like shit to steal back a fortune
|
|
that you lost and she deserves.
|
|
You're a pack of bloody vultures at
|
|
the feast, but you're not getting
|
|
bailed out, not this time.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Ms. Cabrera has decided
|
|
definitively not to renounce the
|
|
inheritance.
|
|
|
|
WALT
|
|
What?
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MARTA
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What?
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BLANC
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Furthermore it will be my
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professional recommendation to the
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local authorities that the manner
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of death in the case of Harlan
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Thrombey is ruled as suicide, and
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the case is closed.
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108.
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RANSOM
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What?
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MARTA
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What? No, Blanc -
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BLANC
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Thank you all for coming goodbye.
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He firmly guides Marta out by the elbow. A beat of silence.
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RICHARD
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Is anybody else confused?
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As the family breaks out in hubub, Linda notices her dad's
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OLD BASEBALL on the side table where Blanc left it. What's
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that doing here? She picks it up.
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152 INT. LIBRARY 152
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Blanc steers Marta into the library, as sounds of hubub and
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shouting come from the other room.
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MARTA
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What the hell? I want to come
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clean, this is over -
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BLANC
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Almost.
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Elliott bursts in, motions to the living room, then Marta,
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then Blanc.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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What - with - what?
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BLANC
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I'm sorry - officer Wagner!
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Wagner enters.
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BLANC
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Please keep the family out of this
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room and get them out of the house
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if you can. But stand by with your
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additional officer.
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TROOPER WAGNER
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Get the family out?
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BLANC
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Yes but not all of them.
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109.
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Blanc whispers something to Wagner, who nods and exits.
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
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Blanc c'mon, what's all this Drama.
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BLANC
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Indulge me.
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Marta sits. Elliott remains standing.
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MARTA
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Blanc. I told Ransom, Ransom told
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you, I'm telling you now - it is an
|
|
immovable fact that I killed
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Harlan.
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BLANC
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Yes you did, yes he did, yes you
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are, but. But.
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BLANC
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|
I spoke in the car about the hole
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|
at the center of this donut. And
|
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yes, what you and Harlan did that
|
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fateful night seems at first glance
|
|
to fill that hole perfectly. A
|
|
donut hole in the donut's hole. But
|
|
we must look a little closer. And
|
|
when we do, we see that the donut
|
|
hole has a hole in its center - it
|
|
is not a donut hole at all but a
|
|
smaller donut with its own hole,
|
|
and our donut is not whole at all!
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Blanc I understand that this is
|
|
amusing for you -
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BLANC
|
|
Why. Was. I. Hired? Why would
|
|
someone hire me?
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LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Someone fishing for any crime that
|
|
could help reverse the will.
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BLANC
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|
110.
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|
I was hired before the sealed will
|
|
was read. Yes, the person must have
|
|
known the contents of the will. But
|
|
one step further - that same person
|
|
must have known a crime was
|
|
committed, and further, if the
|
|
intent was to reverse Marta's
|
|
inheritance, they must have known
|
|
that Marta was responsible.
|
|
(beat)
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|
An intriguing combination of
|
|
factors. Someone who knew what
|
|
Marta did, wanted to expose it, but
|
|
could not reveal how they knew.
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MARTA
|
|
Fran? She was blackmailing me, she
|
|
knew what I did
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BLANC
|
|
But Fran wanted money, ergo she did
|
|
not want the crime exposed.
|
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|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Did someone in the family see Marta
|
|
doing something suspicious?
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BLANC
|
|
They would have had no reason to
|
|
not speak up. No. The answer is not
|
|
so simple.
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|
Blanc sits, suddenly weary.
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BLANC
|
|
Now with the entire solution in my
|
|
field of view, the arc of this case
|
|
is a tragedy of errors. And Marta,
|
|
it will not be easy to hear. But
|
|
there is at least one truly guilty
|
|
party behind it all, guilty in the
|
|
true sense of acting with malice,
|
|
and committing a heinous crime with
|
|
selfish intent.
|
|
(calls)
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|
Trooper Wagner.
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MARTA
|
|
(stunned)
|
|
Trooper Wagner??
|
|
|
|
Blanc squints at her. No.
|
|
111.
|
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|
|
A moment later Wagner leads Ransom in. Ransom looks at
|
|
Marta softly, sadly.
|
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|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Marta I'm sorry. I told them
|
|
everything, I figured it was all
|
|
up. I'm sorry.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
It's alright Ransom, I'm glad you
|
|
did.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Not exactly everything though.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Is this about what Greatnana told
|
|
you? She saw me that night, she
|
|
mistook me for Ransom
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
We'll get to that. But first, Mr.
|
|
Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you might
|
|
tell us all why you hired me.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Why I hired you?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
You're right, let's back up. To the
|
|
night of the party. Your argument
|
|
with Harlan. What were the
|
|
overheard words by the Nazi child
|
|
masturbating in the bathroom - "my
|
|
will" and "I'm warning you." You
|
|
and Harlan were "drama mamas," you
|
|
shared a love of twisting the knife
|
|
into one another. I don't believe
|
|
he would have slipped it in halfway
|
|
- no, I submit that Harlan told you
|
|
everything.
|
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|
153 INT. SMALL STUDY - NIGHT OF PARTY 153
|
|
|
|
Ransom and Harlan face each other.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
You can't be serious.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
112.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Not a red dime or word of my work
|
|
to a single one of them, you
|
|
included.
|
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|
|
154 INT. LIBRARY 154
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Marta, remind me what Ransom said
|
|
his conversation with Harlan ended
|
|
with.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Harlan told him that I could beat
|
|
him in GO.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
And I asked myself - Marta? Why
|
|
would the topic of the will have
|
|
steered around to Marta? There is
|
|
one obvious explanation...
|
|
|
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|
|
155 INT. SMALL STUDY - NIGHT OF PARTY 155
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
You are not this crazy. You would
|
|
not just throw your fortune away
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
No. I'm giving it to Marta. All of
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Ha. To your Brazilian nurse are you
|
|
goddamn insane.
|
|
|
|
HARLAN
|
|
I'm sane for the first time in my
|
|
life and I've done it I've made the
|
|
change to my will it's done
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I'm going to stop this Harlan, I -
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I'm warning you!
|
|
|
|
Push into a vent in the wall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
156 INT. LIBRARY 156
|
|
113.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
That is some heavy duty conjecture.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Granted. But it's the only way what
|
|
comes next makes sense. So you
|
|
storm out, you drive off into the
|
|
night. You tell Marta later of what
|
|
was it, feeling an overwhelming
|
|
sense of...
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Clarity. That he has to make do for
|
|
himself from here on out.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Exactly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
157 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS - NIGHT OF PARTY 157
|
|
|
|
Ransom's Porsche SKIDS TO A STOP on the side of the empty
|
|
road. Sits idling.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Marta. The will. Harlan. "You won't
|
|
get away with this." Do for
|
|
yourself. And a plan forms.
|
|
|
|
A beat. Then the Porsche roars into a skidding U-TURN and
|
|
drives back the way it came.
|
|
|
|
|
|
158 EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - NIGHT OF PARTY 158
|
|
|
|
Ransom's Porsche kills its lights and drives slowly down
|
|
the private road, hooking a left at the CARVED ELEPHANT
|
|
that marks the utility road.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
You return, careful to avoid the
|
|
gate's security camera range.
|
|
|
|
|
|
159 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT OF PARTY 159
|
|
|
|
The Porsche parked, Ransom hacks his way through the woods.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Then on foot up towards the house,
|
|
|
|
|
|
160 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY 160
|
|
114.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The party is still going on inside. Ransom slips through
|
|
the side gate, up towards the house, and up the trellis.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
You sneak in, up the trellis so as
|
|
not to be seen by the rest of the
|
|
family, who are still having their
|
|
party downstairs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
161 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 161
|
|
|
|
The painting wall swings aside, and Ransom climbs through,
|
|
leaving mud traces on the sill and the carpet. He heads
|
|
straight down the narrow hall and into Harlan's bedroom.
|
|
|
|
The party din from downstairs.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
What you need to do will take
|
|
moments. But it is essential you
|
|
are alone, and undetected.
|
|
|
|
Ransom disappears into the darkened doorway.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
You knew the medications Harlan
|
|
took. You knew what Marta would be
|
|
injecting him with that night.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
And you knew if Marta was
|
|
responsible for his death, even
|
|
unintentionally, the slayer rule
|
|
would nullify the changed will, and
|
|
you would get your share back.
|
|
|
|
|
|
162 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM 162
|
|
|
|
Dark and still. Marta's medical bag, open. Ransom has
|
|
unwrapped two syringes and has the two vials out - the
|
|
Toradol and the morphine (the "good stuff.")
|
|
|
|
Using the syringes he extracts the liquid from both
|
|
vials... and then injects the liquids back into the
|
|
opposite vials.
|
|
|
|
He SWITCHES THE MEDICATIONS.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
115.
|
|
|
|
|
|
You use the syringes in the kit to
|
|
switch the liquids in the two
|
|
medication vials. And as a final
|
|
precaution, you take the Naloxone,
|
|
the life saving antidote.
|
|
|
|
Replacing the vials he takes an injection pen, closes the
|
|
bag up and leaves.
|
|
|
|
|
|
163 INT. LIBRARY 163
|
|
|
|
Marta is stunned, she can't even process this.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
No, no that's impossible.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
It is the truth. Hand me that vial
|
|
of morphine, I'll show you.
|
|
|
|
Blanc has placed two identical vials on the table behind
|
|
Marta. Her mind is still spinning, she glances at them,
|
|
takes one and absently hands it to him.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
If he did that, if the meds were
|
|
switched, then when I got them
|
|
mixed up...
|
|
(oh my god)
|
|
I accidentally switched them back.
|
|
But then I gave Harlan
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
The correct doses. Yes. But not
|
|
accidentally. I taped over the
|
|
labels of these two vials.
|
|
|
|
Blanc shows white tape over the one she just handed him.
|
|
|
|
Picks up the other vial, shows the same.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
The vials themselves are identical.
|
|
How did you know that this was the
|
|
morphine?
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I... just knew
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
116.
|
|
|
|
|
|
You knew because there is the
|
|
slightest, almost imperceptible
|
|
difference of tincture and
|
|
viscosity between the liquids. You
|
|
knew because you had done it a
|
|
hundred times. You gave him the
|
|
correct medication. Because you are
|
|
a good nurse.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Then Harlan was...
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I'm sorry Marta. But yes. Harlan
|
|
was perfectly fine.
|
|
|
|
He unfolds the tox report and hands it to her.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
His blood was normal. The cause of
|
|
death was truly, solely suicide,
|
|
and you are guilty of nothing but
|
|
some damage to the trellis and a
|
|
few amateur theatrics. In fact if
|
|
he had listened to you, he would be
|
|
alive today.
|
|
|
|
Marta is white as a ghost. She shudders, buckles over.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Hot damn.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
A twisted web, and we are not
|
|
finished untangling it. Not yet.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Marta when Greatnana spotted you
|
|
climbing down the trellis she said
|
|
|
|
|
|
164 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY 164
|
|
|
|
Marta facing Greatnana, who says:
|
|
|
|
GREATNANA
|
|
Ransom? Are you back again already?
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Are you back again already, because
|
|
earlier that night -
|
|
117.
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO: the exact same scene but RANSOM hops down off the
|
|
trellis, and is startled by Greatnana staring at him.
|
|
|
|
GREATNANA
|
|
Ransom, you're back!
|
|
|
|
He puts his finger to his lips - shhh, and blows a kiss as
|
|
he walks off into the night.
|
|
|
|
|
|
165 INT. LIBRARY 165
|
|
|
|
Marta with her fingers on her temples, still unbelieving.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Marta c'mon.
|
|
(to Blanc)
|
|
This is stoopid with two o's and
|
|
you don't have a shred of evidence,
|
|
you're just spinning a fairy tale.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Not a shred no, just as we have no
|
|
real proof of Marta's mixing up the
|
|
vials so it's your word against -
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
You have her confession!
|
|
|
|
The sharpness of this makes Marta look at Ransom for the
|
|
first time.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Ah right, we do have that. If
|
|
you'll indulge me, I'd like to spin
|
|
a little further.
|
|
|
|
|
|
166 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 166
|
|
|
|
Moonlit, silent.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Much later that night you would
|
|
have to come back to the house, to
|
|
break back in and retrieve the
|
|
incriminating tampered vials.
|
|
|
|
A dark figure, Ransom, approaches the side gate. But when
|
|
he opens it, the two dogs come bounding across the lawn,
|
|
barking loudly.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
118.
|
|
|
|
|
|
However, this time the dogs were
|
|
outside. They barked. Waking Meg.
|
|
|
|
A light goes on upstairs. The dogs keep barking, paws on
|
|
the gate. Ransom backs off.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
No matter. You'll get the vials
|
|
tomorrow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
167 INT. LIBRARY 167
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
But tomorrow brings news not of a
|
|
medical error and guilty nurse, but
|
|
of a slit throat and suicide!?
|
|
|
|
|
|
168 INT. RANSOM'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY 168
|
|
|
|
A nervous Ransom tears a clipping from the local newspaper
|
|
about Harlan's death, stuffs in it an envelope with a huge
|
|
fold of cash, and addresses it to Blanc. The New Yorker
|
|
profile open on the couch.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Now the circumstances are perfect
|
|
for the anonymous hiring of a me:
|
|
you know a crime has been committed
|
|
by Marta, you need her to be caught
|
|
for it, you cannot reveal how you
|
|
know.
|
|
|
|
|
|
169 INT. LIBRARY 169
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Enter Benoit Blanc.
|
|
|
|
Elliott can't help but roll his eyes.
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
|
|
Benny look I hear what you are
|
|
saying
|
|
|
|
Trooper Wagner quickly shushs Elliott, enthralled by every
|
|
word Blanc says.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
119.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The body was discovered early the
|
|
next morning. The police, the
|
|
medical examiners, the family,
|
|
everyone swarms in,
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
and there is no possible way you
|
|
can get to Marta's medical bag to
|
|
remove the vials. You must wait for
|
|
your moment, when the investigation
|
|
is over and you know the house will
|
|
be empty. And that is why you
|
|
missed the funeral.
|
|
|
|
|
|
170 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - AFTERNOON - FLASHBACK 170
|
|
|
|
Ransom bounds up the stairs, climbs under the POLICE TAPE
|
|
blocking Harlan's study, and enters.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
there is no one home to wonder why
|
|
you're going into Harlan's study.
|
|
Or so you think.
|
|
|
|
Fran comes around the corner, spots Ransom and is about to
|
|
say something, but doesn't.
|
|
|
|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Poor Fran. She witnessed you
|
|
tampering with Harlan's medication
|
|
in the medical bag. She did not
|
|
know what you were doing. But she
|
|
knew you were up to no good. And so
|
|
her mind begins to turn.
|
|
|
|
Ransom pockets the two incriminating vials from the medical
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bag and replaces the Naloxone pen. When he stands to go she
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retreats.
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171 INT. LIBRARY 171
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MARTA
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Oh god that movie she told me
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about, with Danica McKellar, that's
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what she was talking about -
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TROOPER WAGNER
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Deadly by Surprise.
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BLANC
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120.
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She loved Harlan. She hates Ransom.
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So the poor girl decides to test
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her theory and make this asshole
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pay. She gets a copy of the
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toxicology report, I will be honest
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I have no idea how
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MARTA
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She has a cousin - she told me, she
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has a cousin who works as a
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receptionist at the examiners
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office!
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BLANC
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Well voila. The numbers mean
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nothing to her, but if Ransom is
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guilty its existence is a threat,
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so she photocopies the header and
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makes her blackmail note.
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MARTA
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So why did she send it to me?
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BLANC
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She did not. She sent it to Ransom.
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172 INT. RANSOM'S LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 172
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Ransom walks in sorting mail - finds the blank envelope,
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reads the blackmail note inside, and slowly grins.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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And when Ransom first gets it, what
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is his reaction? Elation! He still
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thinks Marta gave Harlan the
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tampered drugs! A blood tox report
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will prove Marta's guilt!
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173 INT. LIBRARY - DAY - FLASHBACK 173
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The will reading, the family assembled. Ransom sits in
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back, a sly smile on his face as the will is read.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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He goes to the will reading in high
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spirits, ready to see the family
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tear themselves apart, secure in
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the knowledge that it will all be
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undone when the tox report comes to
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light. And then...
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121.
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174 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 174
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Beers stacked up. Marta has just confessed. Ransom's face
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is unreadable.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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Marta's confession. And everything
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turns on its head. Now he realizes
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that Marta has committed no crime,
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and the tox report will prove her
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innocence. The changed will is
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going to stand. He has lost.
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Unless.
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175 INT. LIBRARY 175
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Blanc rounds on Ransom.
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BLANC
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Unless you decide.
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176 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 176
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Ransom giving Marta his pep talk -
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RANSOM
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...you're not going to give up the
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money.
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177 INT. LIBRARY 177
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BLANC
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You are not going to give up the
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money.
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178 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 178
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RANSOM
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You've come this far!
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179 INT. LIBRARY 179
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BLANC
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You have come this far. Just one
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step further. Just one last act, in
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for a penny, in for a pound. You
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decide. You are in.
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122.
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CLOSE ON: A lighter ignites a rag stuffed in a tin gas can.
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THE CAN: Being thrown through a window in a brick wall.
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180 INT. MEDICAL EXAMINERS OFFICE MORGUE - FLASHBACK 180
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Empty, dark. The flaming can falls in slow motion from the
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high window. Hits the floor, ignites.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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Step one: destroy all evidence of
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Marta's innocence.
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The flames dance in the reflection of a glass case of
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refrigerated BLOOD SAMPLES.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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Step two:
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181 INT. RANSOM'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT / DAY? 181
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CLOSE ON: The BLACKMAIL NOTE - at the bottom is written
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"1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 8AM" A hand TEARS this bottom part off,
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then puts the top half in an envelope.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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Send Marta the anonymous email with
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a late morning rendezvous time,
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CLOSE ON: An email addressed to Marta being typed on a
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phone, "1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 10AM"
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182 INT. APARTMENT BACK HALLWAY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 182
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Ransom creeps down the hall, slips the ENVELOPE into the
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letter slot of Marta's door.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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and deliver her the blackmail note.
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183 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - MORNING - FLASHBACK 183
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Ransom's Porsche pulls up. He gets out, pulling on gloves.
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BLANC (V.O.)
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Step three: keep your appointment
|
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with Fran.
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123.
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184 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - 8AM - FLASHBACK 184
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Fran standing in the middle of the room, nervous. She turns
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|
as Ransom walks in and strides towards her.
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FRAN
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I knew it. I knew you were a no
|
|
good son of a bitch, I knew Harlan
|
|
wouldn't have just killed himself.
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RANSOM
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|
Yes, you were right Fran.
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|
Ransom sees the medical bag on the floor, kneels and pulls
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|
something out of it.
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FRAN
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|
I knew you were guilty as shit. Now
|
|
you're gonna pay for it don't come
|
|
near me I'm warning you I -
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|
|
But he's upon her, hand over her mouth, stifling her scream
|
|
as he pushes the syringe into her neck and PUSHES THE
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|
PLUNGER.
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|
MINUTES LATER - her inert body in the chair. He fishes
|
|
through her pockets, finds the envelope, and takes the TOX
|
|
REPORT from it, leaves the empty envelope in her hands.
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|
On his way out: lights the tox report on fire, drops it
|
|
burning next to Marta's bag. We stay with it as it burns
|
|
away.
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BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
Now the board is set. Marta will
|
|
get the blackmail note. You will
|
|
put the pieces together for her -
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|
the tox report, her one chance at
|
|
getting away with it all. You'll
|
|
guide her to the rendezvous.
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|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
You'll make an anonymous call to
|
|
the police, they will catch her
|
|
there with the body and the burned
|
|
evidence. Marta will be arrested
|
|
for killing Fran... and Harlan.
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185 INT. LIBRARY 185
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MARTA
|
|
She said -
|
|
124.
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186 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 186
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Marta holding Fran on the floor, her dying words -
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FRAN
|
|
you... did this...
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187 INT. LIBRARY 187
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MARTA
|
|
She didn't say "you did this," she
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|
wasn't talking about me, she said
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188 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 188
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|
|
Exact same moment but this time we hear -
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FRAN
|
|
Hugh... did this...
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189 INT. LIBRARY 189
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|
MARTA
|
|
Hugh did this. Cause you made the
|
|
help call you Hugh. Cause you're an
|
|
asshole.
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|
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|
BLANC
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
It would have worked. If we hadn't
|
|
brought you in for questioning, so
|
|
you could not make your anonymous
|
|
call. And if Fran had not stashed a
|
|
safety copy of the tox report.
|
|
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190 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 190
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|
|
|
Marta turns away from the dying Fran.
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|
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|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
And if Marta had not outplayed you
|
|
once again.
|
|
|
|
Marta turns back, calls 911, gives mouth to mouth to Fran.
|
|
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|
BLANC (V.O.)
|
|
125.
|
|
|
|
|
|
By having a kind heart. By saving
|
|
Fran's life, though it meant her
|
|
losing the inheritance and going to
|
|
jail. She didn't play your game,
|
|
she saved Fran's life.
|
|
|
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|
191 INT. LIBRARY 191
|
|
|
|
For the first time, Ransom looks afraid.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Fran's alive?
|
|
|
|
Marta's phone starts to ring. They all see the caller id -
|
|
it's the hospital.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
Oh yes. Fran, who will confirm this
|
|
fairy story or something close to
|
|
it.
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
And will send you, Hugh, to jail.
|
|
|
|
She answers the call, puts the phone to her ear.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Yes.
|
|
|
|
A long beat, then her face breaks in relief.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Yes. Thank you doctor, that's great
|
|
news, we'll be there soon.
|
|
|
|
She hangs up. And smiles with radiant joy.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
She's okay.
|
|
(to Blanc)
|
|
She's ready to talk.
|
|
|
|
Ransom stares at Marta, his face a mask.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Trooper Wagner, if you would keep
|
|
Mr. Drysdale in custody while
|
|
Lieutenant Elliott, Ms. Cabrera and
|
|
myself go to the hospital to take
|
|
Fran's statement.
|
|
126.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ransom stands. Steps to Marta, who's frozen, looking in his
|
|
eyes. His poker face breaks. And he grins.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
I want to say this just to you, not
|
|
to a courtroom of cameras, just to
|
|
you because you know it's the
|
|
truth: we allowed you into our
|
|
home. We allowed you to take care
|
|
of granddad, to be part of our
|
|
family and now you think you can
|
|
steal it from us? You think I'm not
|
|
going to fight for our birthright,
|
|
our home, our ancestral family
|
|
home?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
Harlan bought this house in the
|
|
eighties. From a Pakistani real
|
|
estate baron.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Oh shut up Blanc, shut up! Shut up
|
|
with that Kentucky fried fog horn
|
|
rag-horn drawl. Yeah I killed Fran
|
|
but I guess I didn't, so what do
|
|
you have on me. Nothing What?
|
|
attempted murder -
|
|
(to Blanc)
|
|
I get arson for the bombing, maybe
|
|
a few other charges, with a good
|
|
lawyer I'll be out before you know
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
Face to face, Ransom's face hateful, Marta's strong and
|
|
set.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
(to Marta)
|
|
And then you'll see just how much
|
|
hell I can wreak on your life, you
|
|
vicious little bitch.
|
|
|
|
But then... Marta's face starts to do things. Odd things.
|
|
|
|
Convulses. Her jaw clenches. Her cheeks bulge.
|
|
|
|
And the PROJECTILE VOMITS into Ransom's face.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
AUGH! WHAT THE SHIT!
|
|
|
|
He falls back cursing, she drops to her knees, spitting.
|
|
127.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Wagner, inappropriately excited:
|
|
|
|
TROOPER WAGNER
|
|
That means she was lying!
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
That's right, Fran's dead.
|
|
(to Ransom)
|
|
And you just confessed to her
|
|
murder.
|
|
|
|
Ransom takes this in. Then he smirks.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Well. In for a penny...
|
|
|
|
In one fluid motion he spins to the ornamental WALL OF
|
|
KNIVES, grabs one -
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
No!
|
|
|
|
and TACKLES MARTA...
|
|
|
|
Time slows as Blanc and Elliott lunge to stop him but it's
|
|
too late -
|
|
|
|
Ransom and Marta fall together, his arm arcing down
|
|
|
|
And as the they hit the ground his arm comes down PLUNGING
|
|
THE KNIFE UP TO THE HILT IN HER CHEST.
|
|
|
|
They lie still, breathing hard. Her eyes wide with pain and
|
|
horror. His cold and wild.
|
|
|
|
But then she blinks. Squints.
|
|
|
|
And he cocks his head. Realizing something.
|
|
|
|
Withdraws the knife from her chest.
|
|
|
|
Its fake blade had retracted into the handle. It's a
|
|
theatrical prop.
|
|
|
|
He pumps it up and down a few times, the spring making a
|
|
pathetic toy noise.
|
|
|
|
Ransom smirks.
|
|
|
|
RANSOM
|
|
Shit
|
|
128.
|
|
|
|
|
|
And is VIOLENTLY TACKLED out of frame by Trooper Wagner.
|
|
|
|
Leaving Marta lying on her back. Blanc shouting if she's
|
|
alright, Elliott and Wagner wrestling Ransom into cuffs, it
|
|
all fades into the background as she holds the knife and
|
|
stares at the ceiling.
|
|
|
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|
|
192 INT. SMALL STUDY 192
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON: Harlan's old baseball being set carefully back in
|
|
place.
|
|
|
|
By Linda. She's about to leave, but she notices the pink
|
|
envelope on the desk. Picks it up, takes out the blank
|
|
note. Seems to recognize it, and smiles sadly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
193 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - LATER 193
|
|
|
|
Linda comes outside and joins the family.
|
|
|
|
Several more police cars, and an ambulance. Ransom is
|
|
loaded into the cop car. His family are held at bay by
|
|
officers, but they react in different ways -
|
|
|
|
Richard yelling at the cops. Walt sobbing, Donna collapsed
|
|
against him, Jacob on his phone.
|
|
|
|
Joni staring into space, ruined. Meg talking to Lieutenant
|
|
Elliott, crying. She's just learned about Fran.
|
|
|
|
Linda watches the circus, strangely disconnected, going to
|
|
light a cigarette. With a strange smirk, she uses the flame
|
|
to warm the blank note from the office, and HIDDEN WRITING
|
|
starts to appear - a note from her father. Their secret
|
|
communication. As the letters appear, her face changes.
|
|
|
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|
|
194 INT. LIVING ROOM 194
|
|
|
|
Marta sits, a blanket over her shoulders. An officer who's
|
|
just taken her statement walks away. Blanc approaches.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Can I ask. At what point did you
|
|
suspect I had something to do with
|
|
Harlan's death?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
From the moment you first set foot
|
|
in front of me.
|
|
129.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Taps her shoe. The tiny, faded spot of blood.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
Oh my god.
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I want you to remember something
|
|
very important: you won not by
|
|
playing the game Harlan's way, but
|
|
yours.
|
|
|
|
Through the window she sees the family outside.
|
|
|
|
MARTA
|
|
I should help them. Right?
|
|
|
|
BLANC
|
|
I have my own opinion. But I have a
|
|
feeling you'll follow your heart.
|
|
|
|
He gives her a wink, and strolls off.
|
|
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|
|
195 INT. FOYER - LATER 195
|
|
|
|
Marta shuffles to the front doorway. One last glance at
|
|
Harlan's portrait, its grin now gentle and content.
|
|
|
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|
|
196 EXT. FRONT PORCH - BALCONY 196
|
|
|
|
She stands on the threshold. Sees Blanc get into the front
|
|
door of a cruiser, and it drives off - Ransom in the back.
|
|
|
|
He looks back at her through the window.
|
|
|
|
The family out on the lawn. Not sure where to go or what to
|
|
do. They all turn to see: Marta standing very small, but
|
|
somehow not, in the doorway of her house.
|
|
|