????? http://www.ziyue.com INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package, sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE. AT THE GATE PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN poster boy hurrying along. ACROSS THE TERMINAL Welles gets up and FOLLOWS ... EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder... The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER. Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND... IFT. TAXI -- DAY Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind. Where to? CAB DRIVER Welles keeps watching, sees the lino pull away and pass. WELLES Follow that limousine. Don't get too close, don't let it get too far away. Just keep with it. CAB DRIVER You kidding? WELLES Nope. The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes, lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations. CAB DRIVER Uh, listen ... you're not supposed to be smoking in here. I'm sorry, that's company policy ... WELLES How about this ... every cigarette smoke, I give you five dollars? CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good 2. EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and the Young Republican steps out. ACROSS THE STREET Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM." INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightTy, sweaty. INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away. EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands, drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo. DOWN THE STREET Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA I with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK. Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn. INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal. An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt, struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his tray, letting the woman in to the window seat. OLDER WOMLN Thank you. Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returrs to toiling over his miniature supper. 2. EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and the Young Republican steps out. ACROSS THE STREET Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM." INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightTy, sweaty. INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bored. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his watch. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away. EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT Young Republican and a GAUDY WOMAN exit the disco, MUSIC THROBBING out from the doors behind them. They join hands, drunk, heading to the street, looking for their limo. DOWN THE STREET Welles is seated in his parked rental car, raises a CAMERA I with TELEPHOTO LENS: whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK, whir, CLICK. Welles lowers the camera, letting out a yawn. INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- NIGHT The familiar DRONE of flight. Welles is shoehorned into his aisle seat, using tiny utensils to eat his tiny meal. An OLDER WOMAN arrives in the aisle. Welles picks up his tray, closes his tray table, unbuckling his seatbelt, struggling to get up... finally successful, balancing his tray, letting the woman in to the window seat. OLDER WOMLN Thank you. Welles nods, forcing a smile, sitting back down. He returrs to toiling over his miniature supper. 3. EXT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT Welles' AIRPLANE ROARS down with a SCREECH, landing lights gleaming. The airport is small, relatively isolated. TITLE: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania INT. HARRISBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- NIGHT Passengers arrive. Welles is with them, searching the few PEOPLE waiting in the terminal hallway. Welles smiles... Welles, wife, AMY, smiles when she sees him. She ' s plain and pretty, holding one hand on a BABY STROLLER beside her. Welles comes to her, embracing her, appreciating her. Welcome home. AMY WELLES Do you know how much I missed you? They kiss, but Amy pulls away, sniffs him AMY Whatis this... have you been smoking... ? WELLES Smoking? I'm not smoking. AMY Your clothing reeks of it. WELLES You know, Amy, I've been sitting around in bars and everywhere following this guy~* I mean, is this what I get fi t thing? Before you even "hello," you accuse me. AMY I'm not accusing you.. WELLES Well, I'm not smoking, okay? AMY Okay, I believe you. WELLES We've been all through that. I've been on rny best behavior. welles bends to the stroller, picks up,his.infant daughter, CINDY, and hoists her in the air, overjoyed. (CONTINUED) 4. WELLES Hello, pumpkin-head, did you miss me? I sure missed you... lie kisses the.happy child, holding her in one arm. WELLES Let's get my bags and get the hell out of here. Wellesjulls Amy close and kisses her again, leads the way. Amy follows, pushing the stroller. AMY How's the detective business? WELLES Business was fine. I'll tell you what, you couldn't pay me enough to live down there. AMY You better not be smoking, that's all I can say. WELLES Honey, I'm not, please ... Any takes Welles hand, smiling at him. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BEDROOM -- NIGHT Welles and Amy make love in the darkness. Standard, missionar-y position sex, little passion. They slow to a finish, uneventfully, holding each other. Their breathing quiets. Their daughter CINDY can be HEARD CRYING elsewhere. welles kisse's his wife again, rolls off of her and sits on the edge of the bed. Amy covers herself. I love you. I love you. AMY WELLES He looks towards her in the dark. He gets up, gets a towel from the bathroom and wraps it around him. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BABYS ROOM -- NIGHT Cindy's crying. Welles enters, goes to lean i WELLES What's all the trouble, Cinderella? What are you crying about, huh? He lifts and cradles Cindy, comforting her. nto the crib. (CONTINUED) 5. EXT. HARRISBURG CITYSCAPE -- ESTABLISHING --DAY A small city of moderate architecture facing the Susquehanna. INT. OFFICE -- DAY An old money office with windows over the river. A well-to- do POLITICIAN looks unhnily through PHOTOS on his desk. Welles sits by the Pennsy vania state flag, watching. PHOTOS show the Young Republican and Gaudy Woman in Miami: leaving the Art Deco hotel, the Discotheque, a restaurant ... WELLES Your son-in-law dealt with the dry cleaning franchise during the day, saw that woman every night. (clears his throat) The specifics are in the report, and information about the woman. It's unpleasant, I know. I apologize ... POLITICIAN None too discreet, is he? WELLES No, sir, he is not. POLITICIAN He's an imbecile. I tried to warn my daughter, but what can you do? The politician shakes his head in disgust. welles rises. WELLES The um you'll find my invoice i the envelope. If that's all POLITICIAN Yes, Mister Welles, thank you. WELLES Certainly, Senator. If I can ever be of further assistanCe. Welles leaves, glances back, shuts the door. EXT. HARRISBURG STREETS -- DAY welles drives his plain Ford past the CAPITAL BUILDING. EXT. HARRISBURG, BRIDGE -- DAY Welles, car crosses the Susauehanna, leavina thE city. 6. EXT. WELLES' HOUSE, BACKYARD -- DAY Sunny day. Welles wears tan khakis, t-shirt and fishing cap, mowing his lawn with his ROARING lawnmower. Welles, ard is modest, surrounding his modest split level suburban one in a neighborhood of similar homes and similar yards. Welles turns the lawnmower, stopping to moE his brow. one of his nei hbors is repainting a back porc The neighbor waves. Weyles waves, resumes mowing. INT. BOWLING ALLEY -- NIGHT KUSICIS LOUD. League Night. Every lane full. Welles is with his team in BOWLING SHIRTS. Welles hoists his ball, preparing to bowl. He takes three steps, releases... Down the lane, PINS SCATTER. One pin remains standing. Welles balls up his fists and curses, walks back towards his rowdy, mocking teammates. He shouts back at then, laughing, grabbing his beer and drinking, waiting at the ball return. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, KITCHEN -- FIGHT Dinner. Welles and Amy eat at the kitchen table with Cindy in a high chair. Any feeds Cindy between bites. welles is still in his league shirt. AMY You think you'll have time for the water heater this weekend? WELLES Sure. I'll call the guy. AMY You're not using the same guy who tried to fix it? WELLES I'm not using him again for anything. He was worthless. (eating) You have bridge here Saturday? AKY Betty's out of town so we're playing next week. welles nods, eating. He watches Any feed Cindy. starts The PHONE RINGING. Welles goes to answer it. WELLES (into PHONE) Hello. Yes could you hold on a minute ? (CONTINUED) 7. Welles hands the phone to Amy, pats Cindy's head as he heads downstairs, through the LIVING ROOM... INT. WELLES' HOUSE, OFFICE -- NIGHT Welles enters his well kept OFFICE, turns on a light at the desk. The room is filled with FILE CABINETS and shelves of BOOKS, hundreds of PHONE BOOKS and a COPY MACHINE. Welles picks up the phone and cups the receiver. WELLES (shouts upstairs) Okay, I've got it. (into phone) Hello... sorry, I was switching phones. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Christian. (listens) Yes. Yes, I understand... evening should be fine... Welles listens, clears space on his desk, taking notes. EXT. CHRISTIAN COMPOUND -- DUSK A huge OLD WORLD MANSION is situated at the center of acres Of Pennsylvania forest and vast gardens. Welles, car heads down a long tree lined drive, to the dark mansion. INT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, HALLWAY -- NIGHT Welles follows a BUTLER down a long hall. INT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, LIBRARY -- NIGHT The butler shows Welles in, shuts the door. Towering SHELVES of BOOKS are serviced by ladders. Far across the room, an old, sad woman, MRS. CHRISTIAN, sits waiting with a tall, thin, sinister ghoul of a LAWYER. MRS CHRISTIAN Mister Welles. You're very prompt. I try to be. WELLES Welles crosses towards them. It takes a while. MRS CHRISTIAN I appreciate your coming on such short notice. Mrs. Christian holds out her hand and welles takes it. MRS CHRISTI7,2; This is Mister Longdale, my late husband's attorney. (CONTINUED) 8. Welles shakes Longdale's limp hand, looking him over. WELLES Uh huh, pleasure. MRS CHRISTIAN Apparently Mr Longdale has something he ieels he sialy must say before you and I spea . LONGDALE Yes, I do have something to say. I insisted on being here as soon as I heard Mrs. Christian contacted you. WELLES I'm listening. LONGDALE As Mr. Christian's attorney and one of the executors of his estate, it concerns me that a meeting of this sort should take place without my being asked to attend. WELLES Of what sort? LONGDALE You are a private investigator? WELLES That's right. LONGDALE Well, whatever reasons Mrs. Christian has for engaging the services of a private investigator, I should certainly be a party to. But, since she feels differently, I can only go on the record as having expressed my adamant disapproval. MRS CHRISTIAN Yes, how theatrical. So you've gone on the record, and now perhaps you should just be gone. Longdale's irritated, but has no choice. He walks away. MRS CHRISTIAN Have a pleasant evening. (to Welles) Will you have tea, Mister Welles? WELLES Thank you. (CONTINUED) 9. Mrs. Christian begins pouring tea from the service on a table. Welles watches Longdale exit. WELLES He’s odd. MRS CHRISTIAN He's a lawyer. (offers tea) Please, sit, here... Welles accepts a dainty tea cup and saucer, taking a seat. MRS CHRISTIAN I've spoken to friends of mine and my husband's, in Harrisburg, in Lancaster and Hershey. Asking about you. I must sayl you have friends in influential places. WELLES I've been privile ed Ito provide services for peopye I admire. MRS CHRISTIAN You are highly recommended. Praised for your discretion ... your strict adherence to confidentiality. Welles nods, sipping tea. MRS CHRISTIAN As you know, my husband passed away recently. Two weeks ago now. WELLES My condolences. MRS CHRISTIAN His passing has left me with ... something of a dilemma. A terrible, terrible dilemma. WELLES I'll do whatever I can to help. Mrs. Christian studies Welles. INT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, MR CHRISTIAN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT Mrs. Christian and Welles enter. This office has been lived in for a lifetime. Giant DESK. AMERICAN FLAG. Walls covered in old b+w PHOTOGRAPHS and ACHIEVEMENTS. A large, baked enamel sign nailed up, "CHRISTIAN STEEL." MRS CHRISTIAN His inner sanctum. (CONTINUED 10. Welles looks up at the OIL PAINTING over the fireplace: MR. CHRISTIAN, a powerful, old man, posed with a dark, teeming, industrial landscape behind him. MRS CHRISTIAN Not many people have been inside this room. Welles examines PHOTOS of Mr. Christian visiting various STEEL PLANTS, COAL MINES and ground-breaking ceremonies, shaking hands with WORKMEN, with POLITICIANS. Pittsburgh? WELLES MRS CHRISTIAN Mostly. That's where he started his empire building. (looks up at portrait) He was a good man. Notorious as an eccentric, but that was something he cultivated. He wanted to be legendary. WELLES He succeeded. MRS CHRISTIAN We were married forty-five years. Hard even for me to imagine. We had our troubles. There were plenty of places for him to be other than here, but he was always loyal to me, and I to him. I loved him deeply. Welles waits. MRS CHRISTIAN Do you carry a gun, Mr. Welles? WELLES I wear a gun when I can tell a client expects me to. Other than that, there's never any reason. Just curious. MRS CHRISTIAN Mrs. Christian crosses to take down a PICTURE, revealing a WALL SAFE. The safe is ajar, burnt and scarred, broken into. MRS CHRISTIAN My husband was the only one with the combination to this safe. I knew about it, but as far as I was concerned it was none of nvy business. Not till now, that is. (CONTINUED) 11 . WELLES You hired someone to 0 en it. I'll bet the lawyer loved tEat MRS CHRISTIAN There was nothing he could do. My husband left everything to me. (looks at safe) I prevented anyone from seeing the contents. I felt these were my husband's private thin S. I didn't ... I didn't reayize ... WELLES Do you want to tell me what you found? MRS CHRISTIAN Cash, stock certificates, and this... She takes something from her pocket, puts it on the desk: a plastic bag containing a short 8MM FILM on a plastic reel. MRS CHRISTIAN It's a film... of a girl being murdered. WELLES I'm afraid I don't ... MRS CHRISTIAN This is a movie showing a girl being murdered. She's sitting on a bed, and a man rapes her and he begins to cut her with a knife (pause) I only watched what I could. Welles picks up the film, looks at it. MRS CHRISTIAN I didn't know what to think. I can't tell you how horrible it's been, to know this belonged to my husband. To know that he watched this ... this atrocity. But, I can't go to the police... WELLES Mrs. Christian ... please, will you sit down a moment? (leads her to a chair) I want you to listen carefully. What you're talking about is a "snuff film." But, from what I know, snuff films are a kind of ... urban myth. Like, red light district folklore. There's no such thing, I can assure you. (COI~TINUED) 12. Mrs. Christian shakes her head. WELLES Please, believe me. This is probably a stag film. Simulated rape. Hard to stomach, and it might seem real, but there are ways of making it look realistic . .. fake blood and special effects ... No. MRS CHRISTIAN WELLES If you were to study it you'd see the camera cutting away you'd see the tricks they can play MRS CHRISTIAN I'm telling you it's not that. WELLES I'm sure it is. (smiles) It's probably something your husband was given as a bad joke. More than likely he never even watched it. MRS CHRISTIAN Will you watch it and see for yourself? WELLES of course. But, I'm certain it's nothing to worry about. INT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, DINING ROOM -- NIGHT An 8MM PROJECTOR faces a wall. Welles looks back to Mrs. Christian in the doorway. Mrs. Christian leaves, shuts the door. Darkness. Welles turns on the projector and sits. The PROJECTOR CLATTERS, shooting bright images... ON THE WALL: FLASH FRAMES, over exposure, then... the grainy FILM is HAND HELD, constantly in motion, showing a skinny GIRL, 16 or 17, in a negli ee, sitting on a bed in a nondescript room with littye furniture. Looks like a hotel room. We only ever see three walls. The once beautiful girl looks worn, drugged, dark circles under her eyes, staring blankly. The CAMERA'S tungsten SPOTLIGHT casts long, shifting shadows as the camera moves, but the girl still stares oblivious. The bed is wrapped in PLASTIC and DUCT TAPE. The floor is covered by PLASTIC SHEETING ... Welles watches, crossing his arms, already uncomfortable. ON THE WALL: a door opens behind the girl, looks like a bathroom, and a MASKED M.P-N enters. (CONTINUED) 13. The Masked Man wears a garish, Mexican WRESTLING MASK with eye holes and a mouth. The mask covers his entire head. He's naked except for red shorts, his body scrawny, oiled, pale. The man goes to stand in front of the girl. He seems to be saying something to her, but the film is silent and the ONLY SOUND is the PROJECTOR'S LOUD sprocket hole CLATTER. It's all one long take. The CAMERA MOVES to favor the girl ... Welles sits straight in his chair, wary. ON THE WALL: Masked Man raises his open hand and SLAPS the girl, knocking her back on the bed... Welles grimaces. ON THE WALL: Masked Man,pulls the girl back to a seated position. The girl's like a rag doll, face reddened, eyes closed, but she remains upright. Masked Man uses his thumbs to open her unseeing eyes. He touches her mouth with his fingers, presses his lips to hers. Then, Masked Man backs away, leaving frame, till the CAMERA MOVES to find Masked Man standing at a table with THREE large BOWIE KNIFES laid out. Masked Man runs his fingers over the blades... Welles rises slowly, still watching. ON THE WALL: Masked Man selects a huge Bowie knife and moves back towards the girl... Welles crosses his arms tight, disbelieving, fearful. WE WILL NEVER SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THE FILM, but Welles does. In the flickering, reflected light, Welles backs involuntarily away from the horrible images, holding his fist to his mouth, breathing hard. Welles keeps backing away, till he's backed against a wall. The PROJECTOR'S CLATTERING. Welles is sickened, sweating, still watching, till he finally shuts his eyes. I NT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, ADJOINING ROOM -- NIGH1 Silence. Mrs. Christian sits waiting, troubled. The door to the dining room opens and Welles enters from the dark, visibly shaken. Mrs. Christian watches him, her sorrow now shared. WELLES You... you need to go to the police. MRS CHRISTIAN I told you I can't, not. yet. WELLF-c You don't have any other cho-icc-. (CONTI 14. MRS CHRISTIAN (stands, shakes her head) No. For me to live with the ruin of my husband's name, I need know that whoever did this will be punished. If you can find them, I will take their names to the police. I'll say my husband confessed on his death bed. I'll say I didn't have courage to come forward at first... WELLES It won't work like that. MRS CHRISTIAN A~y evidence you collect can be given to the police later, anonymously. I've thought about it and there's no other way. If you can't find them... if the only thing that comes from this film is that this is all my husband will be remembered for, well I can't let that happen. I'm telling you I won't. If there's no chance that poor girl's memory can be served, then I'll just have to spend my last days trying to forget her. Welles sits, rests his head in his hands. WELLES I deal in divorce cases. Corporate investigations ... MRS CHRISTIAN You've found missing persons before. WELLES Nothing remotely like this. MRS CHRISTIAN I know what I'm asking. Your compensation will be appropriate to the risk. You'll need cash to buy information, and I'll provide it. (pause) I feel responsible, Mr. Welles. (pause) You saw what he did to her. Welles stands, torn apart and uncertain, dining room where the projector sits idly INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BABY'S ROOM -- NIGHT Cindy is sound asleep in her crib. Welles is seated near, staring at his sleeping child 1~ 15. INT. WELLES, HOUSE, BEDROOM -- FIGHT Welles digs incTiles of SHOEBOXES and BOOKS on the floor of his cluttered oset, finds what he wants: a LOCK BOX. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, KITCHEN -- NIGHT Welles twists the lock box dial's combination, opens the box to reveal his GUN, HOLSTER and CLEANING SUPPLIES. Welles takes out the gun, cleaning it. Amy watches. WELLES This is the mortgage. This is Cindy's college money. I understand. AMY WELLES Sometimes you can't know what I'm doing. It's better that way. I know. AMY WELLES It's a missing persons case ... a long shot. I'll give it two months, two months at most, then I'll be back. we'll take a vacation. Why the gun? AMY WELLES I'm not gonna need it. I won't even wear it. It's a precaution. (cleaning gun) Don't worry about me. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, OFFICE -- FIGHT Welles looks through one file cabinet. He pulls out a FILE. It contains all sorts of POLICE ARTIST SKETCHES. Welles finds one of a TEENAGE GIRL with dark hair, looks at it. Welles positions the sketch on his COPY MACHINE, hits copy, EXT. WELLES' HOUSE, DRIVEWAY -- MORNING Welles loads BOXES and a SUITCASE into his car's back seat. Welles puts the lock box in the car's trunk, in a hiding place beside the spare tire. He places a brown BRIEFCASE cn top, covers them both with carpet. He closes the trunk. 16. EXT. PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE -- MORNING Little traffic. Welles? Ford races down the highway. EXT. CLEVELAND CITYSCAPE -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY City skyline, overcast. Looks like rain. TITLE: Cleveland, Ohio EXT. CLEVELAND STREETS -- DAY Welles, car moves slowly in a not-so-great neighborhood. Welles leans forward, peering through the windshield... An APARTMENT BUILDING'S crooked SIGN lists t1WEEKLY RATES.If INT. WELLES' ROOM, CLEVELAND -- DAY Dingy room. Welles locks the door, puts the chain on. His suitcase and boxes are on the bed. He begins unpacking, taking a PHOTO ENLARGER from one box and an 8MM PROJECTOR. INT. WELLES' ROOM, BATHROOM -- DAY The developer's on the toilet. DEVELOPING PANS are on the floor, developer bath, stop bath and fixing bath, with BOTTLES of CHEMICALS and packages of PHOTO PAPER. Welles uses tape and ALUMINUM FOIL to black-out a window. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- DAY Pizza box on the bedside table. Welles' suits hang in the closet. Welles sits facing a small REEL TO REEL on a desk. He wears white gloves, handles the 8MM FILM, careful to hold it by the edges, holding it up to the light, squinting. Welles puts in a magnifying EYEPIECE, leaning close ... WELLES' P.O.V. THROUGH MAGNIFYING LENS: studying the first few inches of exposed film, coming upon TINY LETTERS printed just below the sprocket holes: 11SUPRAlux 544.11 INT. WELLES' ROOM, BATHROOM -- DAY RED BULB in the light socket. Welles threads the 8MM FILM into his enlarger, still in white gloves. He flicks the enlarger on, projecting a sideways IMAGE down onto the enlarger's baseboard, FOCUSING ... it's the girl sitting on the bed, early in the snuff film. Welles makes an adjustment to the enlarger's lens; framing tighter on the girl's face, REFOCUSING. IVT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT 17. Welles comes out of the makeshift darkroom, holding a PHOTO of the girl. He props the photo up on a dresser, stands looking at it Sad girl, staring forward. Welles goes to pick up his CELLULAR PHONE, dials. WELLES (into phone) Hello, honey, it's me. (listens) I'm fine, how are you? Welles listens. He turns to look at the girl's photo. FADE TO BLACK: EXT. OFFICE BUILDING, MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE -- DAY Nondescript. "U.S. Resource Center for Missing Persons." INT. MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE, OFFICES -- DAY Small. Cubicles. Employees work phones and comTuters. BULLETIN BOARDS are covered in FAMILY PHOTOS, Po aroids, and familiar "HAVE YOU SEEN ME?" missing person/children POSTERS. IN ONE CUBICLE, Welles opens his billfold, shows his identification: a laminated "LICENSED INVESTIGATOR, Commonwealth of Pennsylvania", with WELLES' PHOTO... The DIRECTOR of the center, a tired looking official in bifocals, studies the card. Welles sits. DIRECTOR What can I do for you, Mr. Welles? Call me Torn. WELLES DIRECTOR Alright, Tom. WELLES What I'd like, very simply, is access to your archive. And, now I understand this isn't something you normally do for private citizens ... DIRECTOR There are reasons for the way we do things here. WELLES Absolutely. Of course I'll abide by whatever aecision you make, but I'd appreciate if you'll hear me out.... (CONTINUED) 1-- is, The director sits back in his chair. WELLES Few days ago, I was contacted by a co ' uple living in Philadelphia, a doctor and his wife. What hap ened was they picked up a young girT hitchhiking off 81, which heads into Phi jheyw~tarted up a convlely~a ion ith this girl, she looked homeless, seemed about eighteen maybe. They convinced her to let them bn her a meal in the citK. Nice kid , mature, didn't have much to say, but they got a sense she's a runaway, so all through dinner the doctor's working on her, trying to convince her that at the vea Yeast she shouldipick up a te e ghone. Not surpr singl , she ate er food, excused herself... (snaps fingers) That's the last they saw her. The reason they cane to me for.help, the reason I'm coming to ou, is we had a friend of mine in the department work up a sketch... (shows the POLICE ARTIST SKETCH he photocopied) They want to see if I can i.d. this girl, somehow pass along a message to let the parents know the kid's alive, doing alright. DIRECTOR Why not go to the P.C.I.C. or N.C.M.E.C.? WELLES I figured you share information. We do. DIRECTOR WELLES For whatever reasons I thought you might be more receptive. DIRECTOR Why don't they come to me? WELLES This doctor and wife, they're nice people, but they don't want to get too involved.- They're not trying to have the parents cone looking for the girl either. (more) (CONTINUED) 19. WELLES (cont) You and I both know sometimes, not often, but sometimes there's real reasons why a kid,11 run. Molestation, whatever. Besides that, the girl's probably eighteen, so she's legal. DIRECTOR I'm not so sure about this. WELLES TheQe utting themselves lace of t is ~idls parents and t1haiJing they'd want to hear their girl's okay, even if that's all they hear. DIRECTOR I can give you my card, if your clients want to call me ... Welles accepts a CARD, disappointed. WELLES They were pretty clear they didn't want this coming back on them. DIRECTOR Well, that's all I can do. Sorry. Welles looks at the director, stands, hangs his head. WELLES who knows ... maybe she's already given her parents a call, right? Welles leaves. EXT. OFFICE BUILDING, MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE -- DAY Welles comes out the front doors, pissed. Fuck - WELLES He tears the card in half and drops it as he heads for his car. After a moment, the director comes out after him.. DIRECTOR Excuse me ... Tom, hold on ... Welles looks back, walks back, glances down ... makes sure he stands on the torn card, hiding it underfoot. DIRECTOR Listen, maybe I can help after all. Why don't you come on back in ... we'll see what we can do. 20. INT. MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY Director leads Welles into this RESEARCH ROOM, a small library with long tables, old COMPUTERS, lots of FILE CABINETS and CARD CATALOGS. Secretaries tend to the files. DIRECTOR This is it. It's not much. (points at computers) We've got less than five percent on computer and we lose that funding in December. I'll have someone show it to y?u anyway. Other than that, I'm afraid it's the wet thumb method. Welles looks to the many, many f ile drawers. DIRECTOR Files are mostly by state and year of disa pearance. We try to keep the chNdren and adults separate. No eating or smoking in here, but there's a coffee machine in the hall. Any good? WELLES DIRECTOR It's horrible, but it'll be your best friend after a few days. I hope you realize what kind of long shot you're chasing after. WELLES You're gonna be seeing a lot of ne. You're sure you don't mind? DIRECTOR It's good what you're doing. The director puts out his hand. Welles looks, shakes. INT. MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY -- MONTAGE ON A COMPUTER SCREEN: files open and close -- PICTURE after PICTURE of a MISSING CHILDREN, mostly teenagers, each with physical description, age, date of disappearance, etc. Lost souls, although these are posed portraits, high school yearbook photos and vacation photos, so the --hildren are mostly smiling, happy and healthy. But, all "MISSING." Welles works the computer keyboard and mouse ... ON THE SCREEN: the FACES of TEENAGERS, boys and girls, one after the other, MISSINIG ... MISSING ... MISSING ... INT. CLEVELAND PUBLIC LIBRARY -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles searches the SHELVES of the LIBRARY. He begins taking down various books ... "Motion Picture Photography-" I'Film Stocks and Physical Characteristics." "Super 8 Filmmaking." INT. CLEVELAND PUBLIC LIBRARY -- LATER -- MONTAGE In Welles' notepad: 11SUPRAlux 544-11 welles sits paging through technical photography books. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE 21. Welles has the 8MM FILM threaded through the prog~ctor. He turns the CLATTERING projector on and sits, watc ing. ON THE WALL: FLASH FRAMES, then... the skinny GIRL in a negligee, sitting on the bed. The CAMERA'S SPOTLIGHT casts long shadows. The girl stares, oblivious ... ON THE WALL: a door opens behind the girl, looks like a bathroom, and the MASKED MAN enters, wearing the ghastly WRESTLING MASK. The man,goes to stand in front of the girl. He seems to be saying something. The FILM halts. welles sits forward, hand on the projector. He's seen something. He PLAYS the FILM in REVERSE ... -ON THE WALL: the Masked Man walks backwards, away from the girl, backwards into the bathroom, door shutting... Welles stops the projector, not taking his eyes from the image. He ADVANCES the film FRAME BY FRAME ... FRAME BY FRAME... as the bathroom door opens, and the Masked Man enters... FRAME BY FRAME ... as the Masked Man moves forward... door closing behind him... STOP... FREEZE FRAME: a THIRD MAN is reflected in the bathroom mirror. Grainy and blurred, but he's in the room with the girl, standing there, captured in the mirror in this one brief instant just before the bathroom door closes. Welles walks to take a closer look, studying the almost ethereal image of the Third Man. EXT. CLEVELAND STREET CORNER -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles is in a PHONE BOOTH, feeds many quarters into the phone, waiting, looking at his- notepad. (CONTINUED) 22. WELLES (into PHONE) Hello, Mrs. Christian? Tom Welles. Here's where we stand. I checked the film stock and it's called Su ra- lux 544. The company that made t~at stock discontinued it in 192 (listens) Yeah, about five or six years ago. Anywa , do what ou can to dig up your Kusband's 0 Yd financial records, look for anything out of the ordinary INT. MISSING PERSONS ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles is back at the computer, alone, drinking coffee ON THE COMPUTER: endless PHOTOS of MISSING CHILDREN. The PHONE CALL CONTINUES in VOICE OVER: WELLES (V.O., cont) nobody really uses eight millimeter film anymore, so we can assume there are reasons our guys did. First, they could develop it themselves if they had any sort of expertise. obviously, this isn't the kind of movie you can just drop off at the one-hour photo... INT. WELLES' Welles just ROOM -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE stands, staring at the PHOTO of the GIRL. WELLES (V.O., cont) Second, the film that went through the camera is what we've ciot. There's no negative. Unlike video, it wasn't meant to be duplicated. No reason for then to risk having more than one copy of their murder floating around ... INT. CLEVELAND BAR -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Local bar. Welles sits drinking with the archive's director, talking, smiling at something the director said. WELLES (V.O., cont) There don't seen to be many fingerprints on the film itself, but I'm going to have to be careful to leave then intact ... INT - MISSING PERSON ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles is tired, unshaven. He's moved on to the physical files, at one table, lookin~ through HUNDREDS of MISSING PERSON BULLETINS. Secretaries tend to other files. (CONTINUED) WELLES (V-O-, cont) It's okay for yours and your husbands fingerprints to be on the film, but you'll have to use me as a middleman if you go to the police. That way I don't have to explain why my prints are on it... INT. WELLES' ROOM -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles sits with the PROJECTOR ON, watching the film -again. WELLES (V.0., cont) There were three men. Two are obvious; the man in the mask and the man running the camera, but I caught a.glimpse of a third man in a mirror. It's nothing that can be used for identification, but he was there, watching... ON THE WALL: Masked Man touches the girl's mouth, presses his li~s to hers. Masked Man backs away, leaving frame, till t e CAMERA MOVES to find Masked Man standing at a table with THREE large BOWIE KNIFES laid out... Welles notices something, puts the projector on FREEZE FRAME. WELLES (V.0., cont) So, there were three. They would have kept it small, wouldn't have let anyone in on it they didn't have to. That's all for now ... exce t, I feel I should tell ou ... witE this looking like it Kappened at least five or six years ago... Welles walks to the frozen IMAGE on the wall. It shows the Masked Man's hands in frame, fingering the blades. WELLES (V.0., cont) Well, it's not very likely we'll ever find out who this girl was. (listens) I will, I'll keep trying. Goodbye. V-0. PHONE CALL ends with the SOUND of the PHONE HANGING UP. ON THE WALL: there's a DARK SPOT on Masked Man's hand, on the arch between his index finger and thumb. Grainy and hard to make out, but looks like a small TATTOO. INT. WELLES ROOM, BATHROOM, -- NIGHT -- END MONTAGE Welles has the 8MM FILM threaded into his photo enlarger, projecting the IMAGE we just saw down onto the baseboard. (CONTINUED) 24. He re-frames, CLOSER ON the masked Man's hand, REFOCUSING... the black s ot is a little clearer, looks like a small STAR tattoo on t9e back of Masked Man's hand. INT. MISSING-PERSONS ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY Welles sits hunched over the card catalog, still unshaven, drinking coffee, flipping through smaller PICTURES of MISSING CHILDREN in one drawer, one by one by one ... Welles rolls his neck. He looks to see the archivels. director in the doorway. The director nods, leaving. Welles gets back to it, stooped over the catalog. FADE TO BLACK: TITLE CARD: three weeks later EXT. OFFICE BUILDING, MISSING PERSON A.RCHIVE -- DAY In the lot, Welles gets wearil from his car, smoking. He tosses the cigarette, gets a TKermos off the front seat. INT. MISSING PERSON ARCHIVE, FILE ROOM -- DAY Welles pulls out a card catalog drawer labeled "North Carolina 1992,11 flipping through picture cards. The FACES of TEENAGERS: a happy BOY with blue eyes ... a red headed GIRL with freckles ... a ruddy faced BOY ... a pretty GIRL with a ribbon in her hair... a black GIRL in a pink dress ... a blonde haired BOY with curly hair... Welles furrows his brow. He backtracks to the pretty GIRL with the ribbon in her hair. Welles sits straight. He reaches into his pocket, hands shaking a little, takes out and unfolds the PHOTO he printed of the girl from the snuff film. it's her. Welles compares the two pictures. She's prettier in the card catalog photo, but it's her. Welles can't believe it, looks around. Secretaries at other files don't even know he's there. Welles pulls out his notepad, scribbling down INFORMATION off the card... Writing the girl's name: "Mary Anne Mathews." EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY -- NIGHT welles, car races past, alone on the dark freewa, EX7. FAYETTEVILLE CITYSCAPE -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY Another small city. Blue skies above. TITLE: Fayetteville, North Carolina EXT. PUBLIC LIBRARY -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY 25. Suburban library. Kids play hop-scotch in the parking lot. INT. FAYETTEVILLE LIBRARY, MICROFICHE ROOM -- DAY Welles works the MICROFICHE MACHINE, scrolling throu h old issues of the LOCAL NEWSPAPER, finds an ARTICLE headyined "Search Continues for Local Teen. 11 There's a PICTURE of the GIRL, Mary Anne Mathews; the same picture Welles found in the Missing Person Archive. Welles reads the article, writing on a LEGAL PAD. TIME CUT: NEWSPRINT SCROLLS past on the MICROFICHE MACHINE, till.. "No Leads in Girlis Disappearance." Same picture. The date at the top: "July 12, 1992. 11 TIME CUT: NEWSPRINT BLURS past... stops on a page of OBITUARIES. Top of the page: "September 4, 1993. 11 CLOSE ON: "Mathews, Robert Steven, 1948-1993. 11 "Dead in an apparent suicide, Robert Mathews was discovered yesterday morning in the basement of ... 11 EXT. MATHEWS HOUSE, FAYETTEVILLE SUBURB -- DAY A tree-lined street of poor, boxy homes. Welles' car parks in front of one HOUSE with a neglected lawn. IV THE CAR Welles, clean shaven, picks a CLIPBOARD with a file folder and his legal pad on it, thumbs pages. He drums his fingers, opens the glove compartment, pulls out the car's registration, other papers and "Jiffy-Lubell service reports, uses them to pad the file. Welles takes a BOTTLE of COLOGNE from his pocket. He considers it, opens the bottle, applies cologne to his neck. EXT. MATHEWS HOUSE, FRONT PORCH -- DAY Welles knocks, clipboard in hand. A sad, middle-aged woman answers, MRS. MATHEWS, looking through the screen door. Yes ... ? MRS MATHEWS WELLES (smiles) Hello, Mrs. Mathews, nv name's Thomas Jones, 11r. a state licensed investigator ... 26. Welles holds up his identification only long enough for Mrs. Mathews to see it looks official. WELLES Ive been hired as an independent contractor by the U.S. Resource Center for Missin Persons as part of an internal auLt. If you have aa time over the next few days, I'd li e to make an appointment to ask some questions about the disappearance of your daughter. MRS MATHEWS I don't understand, who are... ? WELLES I'm sorry, let me explain, the R.C.M.P. is a support organization and archive, not unlike the Center for Missing and Exploited Children in Washington. I'm sure you've dealt with them before? Yes, but ... MRS MATHEWS WELLES These volunteer organizations are sort of interconnected, functioning hand in hand with law enforcement. The R.C.M.P. brought me in to review their investigations ... (holds up clipboard) fact-check their records, see if there's anKthing they missed, anything t ey should be doing different. I'm here for a few days, before I head back up to virqinia. These reports go to the Justice Department eventually. I spoke to your F.B.I. contact a few days ago, uh ... Welles pretends to look for the name on a Jiffy Lube page. Neil ... WELLES What was the name.. here somewhere ... MRS MATHEWS Neil Cole. I I ve got it WELLES (pretends he found it) Right, Agent Cole told me held call ~- me and let you know to expect me He didn't call? MRS MATHEWS no WELLES (looking on legal pad) Well, I'm following up on your daughter, Mary, height; five four, weight; hundred ten pounds, brown eyes, blonde hair. Born April 24, 1976. Missing June 11th, 1992. A runaway, that's how she's listed. Is this information correct... ? Mrs. Mathews stares, nods. WELLES I'm sorry, I know this isn't easy. Is there a more convenient time (looks at watch) Can I buy you lunch, would that be alright? Mrs. Mathews looks him up and down. EXT. DAIRY QUEEN RESTAURANT -- DAY Welles and Mrs. Mathews eat at a PICNIC TABLE on the patio. WELLES It's very important you don't let this raise your expectations. It's not going to effect any ongoin efforts. All I'm saying is, p?easr= know, I'm not here to create any false hope. MRS MATHEWS They hired you. You're like, a private detective? WELLES That's exactly what I am. Mrs. Mathews chews, staring off into the distance. MRS MATHEWS I didn't think there were private detectives anymore, except on TV. WELLES You probably expect me to be wearing a trench coat and a hat. Drinking whiskey, chasing women and getting beaten up by guys with broken noses. Want to know what it's really like? (more) Mrs. Mathews nods WELLES (cont) It's sittin~ in a car and staring at a hotel win ow for three days straight, pissing in a plastic bottle, pardon me, because some.guy thinks his wife's cheating on him. Glamorous, huh? And the_ y who hired you, he has a hair luipt dandruff and crooked teeth, and you could have told him the minute you laid eyes on him his wife's cheating, and you don't blame her. smiles. WELLES It's refreshing to actually sit down and meet someone face to face, someone nice like you. Welles smiles. Mrs Mathews takes out a cigarette. Welles lights her, joins her in smoking, refers to his clipboard. WELLES So, she didn't leave a note? She never gave any indication where she might go, before she left? No. MRS MATHEWS WELLES She just seemed... depressed. MRS MATHEWS She didn't seem herself. For months there never was any way to get her to talk about it. one night we went to bed ... the next morning she was gone. She took some clothes. WELLES What was she running from? I don't know. MRS MATHEWS WELLES if there's anythinq you feel uncomfortable talking about, tell me, but I have to ask. Your husband ... he committed suicide? MRS MATHEWS WELLES September 4th ' 1993. About a year after Mary disappeare,-3. MRS MATHEWS We were divorced by then. Things fell apart ... he was living with a friend... WELLES Why do you think he did it? MRS MATHEWS It got to be too much for him. WELLES You have to forgive me, but in these circumstances... with your daughter... (pause) Were there any sort of abuse? indications of ... any MRS MATHEWS There wasn't anything like that. The police and the FBI peo le asked, but there wasn't anything Kappened like that, never. My husband... his heart broke when Mar-y left ... WELLES I didn't mean to... MRS MATHEWS You try going through what we did. Bob couldn't take it, that's all. Christ, there's times when it still seems like I can't either. WELLES I had to ask. I apologize. MRS MATHEWS No one knows what it's like. You can't even imagine how much it hurts. Welles is miserable. A few CUSTOMERS walk past, looking at Mrs. Mathews. She tries not to notice then noticing. MRS MATHEWS People remember me fron, the news. (pause) Can you drive me back now? of course. WELLES INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, MARY'S ROO!,: -- DAY Mrs. Mathews enters. Welles follows. (CONTINUED) 30. This was the girl's room, exactly as she left it -- POSTERS of ACTORS on the wall, many STUFFED ANIMALS on the pink sheets of the carefully made bed. Perfectly preserved. This is her room. MRS MATHEWS Welles looks around, uncomfortable. Shelves have PICTURES of MARY with female friends, a collection of CERAMIC FIGURINES of CLOWNS and ANIMALS. MRS MATHEWS The police made a wreck of it, but I put it back exactly how it was. Just how she likes it. Welles takes a few steps into the room, looks down at a DESK where there are SIX brightly wrapped GIFTS. MRS MATHEWS Those are for her birthday. one for every year she's missed. They'll be waiting for her when she comes back. Welles is nearly overwhelmed b~ sadness, struggling to hide it. He backs to the door, loo s at his watch WELLES I ... I shouldn't take anymore of your time. Maybe we can finish tomorrow. I'll call tomorrow ... okay. EXT. MATHEWS HOUSE -- DAY MRS MATHEWS Welles escapes to his car, climbing in. He starts it up... IN THE CAR Welles drives, tears welling up in his eyes. He has to pull over and park, wiping his tears, fighting for composure. IFT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT welles has unpacked. He's on the bed, on his CELLULAR... WELLES (into phone) You should be able to take a shower and still have hot water left, honey. (listens) Call him back and tell hir I said SO. The goddaLmn thing's still under warranty. (more) (CONTINUED'; 31. WELLES (cont) (listens) I'm okay. It's hard here. It's hard. (listens) I've got a lead I have to follow through. To be honest, I don't think I'm going to get very far. I miss you. I love you. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, KITCHEN -- MORNING Welles sits at the kitchen table. Mrs. Mathews makes coffee. The home's decor is cheap and flowery. MRS MATHEWS We weren't religious. We never forced religion down her throat, like I've seen some parents do to their kids. we never made her go to church. But, after Mary was gone, that's when I got religious. Mrs. Mathews brings two cups of coffee, sits. MRS MATHEWS Doesn't make much sense, does it? When everything's happy, when life's fine andjou have every reason to believe ere's a God, you don't bother. Then, something horrible happens... that's when you start praying all the time. That's when you start going to church. WELLES We're all like that. MRS MATHEWS Are you religious? No. WELLES MRS MATHEWS You should be. Mrs. Mathews drinks coffee, stares into the cup. WELLES I've got what I need for my report. There is ... there is one thing that bothers me though. What? MRS MATHEWS (CONTINUED) WELLES It I s not really my place, but it I s not easy for me to set aside the private detectivejart of me either. Se.e, I know a lit e about missing persons. When kids run, they almost always leave a note. It's guilt. They want to say goodbye. MRS MATHEWS There wasn't one. The police looked. WELLES Do you think the police did a good job? MRS MATHEWS I don't know. I think so. WELLES It is possible ... and I know this isn't something you want to hear. Your daughter may have tried to hide a note where she thought you would eventually find it, but where she knew your husband would never find it. She might have wanted to tell you something... MRS MATHEWS No. You don't have any reason to think that ... WELLES If the police focused their search in her room, bgj belongings, well that'd be onl natural, but they may have been looking in the wrong place. Mrs. Mathews is getting upset. MRS MATHEWS How... how can you say that to me... WELLES Will you let me look? MRS MATHEWS My husband never laid a hand on her. She would have told me ... she would have told me ... WELLES You're probably right, and I probably won't find anything. (more) 32. (CONTINUED) 33. WELLES (cont) I don't have a right to ask this, and you can kick me out of your house if you want, but this is my prof ession and there I s aj~rt of me that can't let it go. P ice are just as human as you or I. They could have missed something. They probably didn't. (pause) wouldn't you rather know'-' Mrs Mathews thinks about it, tortured, shakes her head sadly. MRS MATHEWS Go ahead and look if you want. I don't care what you do. Mrs. Mathews gets up and walks out of the room. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE -- SEARCH MONTAGE -- DAY -In MRS. MATHEWS' BEDROOM, Welles looks through DRESSER drawers, methodically, replacing everything as it was ... searches hat boxes and shoe boxes in a CLOSET... takes BOOKS off SHELVES, fanning the pages, shaking them out ... -in a BATHROOM, Welles examines the contents of a MEDICINE CABINET, examining old prescription bottles ... opens CABINETS under the sink... -In the LIVING ROOM, Mrs. Mathews sits slumped in a chair, staring at a soap opera on TELEVISION, a BOTTLE of scotch on TV tray beside her, drink in hand. -In the KITCHEN, Welles stands on a chair, searches high CABINETS ... looks through low CABINETS, on his knees, pulls out pots and pans... fans the pages of COOK BOOKS ... -Welles stands in the doorvay of MARY'S ROOM, just stares. He takes a few steps back into the HALLWAY, looks up at the ceiling. There's an ATTIC DOOR there. Welles reaches to the door's handle, opens it, unfolds the portable stairs ... -In the small ATTIC, Welles uses a penlight FLASHLIGHT, crouched under the low ceiling, looking through dusty BOXES of PHOTOGRAPHS; old photos of a wedding, of grandparents ... Welles moves to pull back dusty sheets, finds a large WICKER BASKET and broken BICYCLE underneath... Welles opens the basket, takes out BLANKETS and QUILTS in mothballs. He finds a wide VELVET BOX, takes it out, opens its hinged lid to reveal a set of good SILVERWARE. He touches the tarnished silverware, lifts out the top tray. Underneath, resting on top of more silverware, is a DIARY. Welles opens the DIARY, finds written: "Mary Anne Mathews-" (CONTINUED) 34. Welles turns P~ges- The DIARY'S about half-full of feminine, cursive handwriting. After the last written page, a PAGE has been TORN OUT. Welles fingers the ragged edge, flips through the blank pages till he comes to the very last page, a GOODBYE NOTE. Welles sits and reads... MARY'S VOICE (V.0.) (emotionless monotone) "Dear mom. if you're reading this, it means I called y?u from Hollywood, California and told you where to find my diary. I don't think I'll be able to tell you this when I talk to you, so I'm writing it down here. You know I haven't been happy for a long, long time. For a long time now dad's been doing things I couldn't tell you. He's been touching me and it's getting worse. I can't stay anymore. I know you and I haven't always gotten along sometimes, but please don't blame yourself. There isn't anything you can do. I'm going to make a whole new life in California. ~aybe someday you'll see me on TV or in magazines. Don't worry about me. Love, Mary Anne." INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, HALLWAY OUTSIDE KARY'S ROOM -- DAY Welles shuts the attic door, takes the DIARY from his pocket, hides it in his waistband at the small of his back. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, LIVING ROOM -- DAY Welles enters. Mrs. Mathews looks up from the TV. WELLES You were right. (pause) I didn1t find anything. I'm going to run and get something to eat. Are you hungry? Yes. INT. COPY SHOP -- LATE DAY MRS MATHEWS Welles uses a self-serve COPY MACHINE, flattening the DIARY on the glass, photocopying the DIARY as quickly as he can. 1117T. MATHEWS HOUSE, LIVING ROON, -- NIGHT Welles sits picking at fast food in front of him. Mrs. ..Mathews' food isn't even unwrapped. (CONTINUED'), I---- 35. She's numb from her drink, watching a GAME SHOW, smoking. WELLES Do ou ever consider do ..-ou re-aTize that Mary may never . come back? Mrs. Mathews looks to welles, looks back at the TV. MRS MATHEWS I think about it every4ay. But, ever time the phone rings... every single time, I still think it's her. WELLES It's been six years. MRS MATHEWS What am I supposed to do? Forget her? Time heals all wounds, right? (misery ~uilding) She's all I think about, and I've learned to live with that. But, you want the truth... the real truth? If I had a choice... if I had to choose, between her being out there, living a good life and being happy, and me not knowing; never finding out what happened to her... (pause). or her being dead and me knowing... (pause) I'd choose to know. Mrs. Mathews stares into the TV, wipes tears. Welles takes a deep breath and holds it. He watches her a long moment, motionless. Finally he stands, voice unsteady. WELLES Excuse me, I have to use your bathroom. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, HALLWAY OUTSIDE MARY'S ROOM -- NIGHT Welles comes to the attic door, quietly pulls it open INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, ATTIC -- NIGHT Welles uses his penlight, digs out the DIARY from the hiding place in his waistband, replaces it in the box of silver-ware, closes the box. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, MARY'S ROOM -- NIGHT., Welles enters, takes a PICTURE FRAME off one shelf, opens the back and takes out the PHOTO of KARY fror, inside. 36. INT. MATHEWS HOUSE, LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Mrs. Mathews still gazes into the TV. Welles passes the doorway, not looking in, heading to the front door, opening the door and walking out... Mrs. Mathews doesn't even notice, doesn't look up. EXT. MATHEWS HOUSE -- NIGHT Welles crosses the front lawn, not looking back, heading to the street, getting into his car, starting his car, doing a u-turn, driving away down the street. EXT. FAYETTEVILLE AIRPORT, LONG TERM PARKING -- MORNING Welles, boxes of belongings are pi 1 ed in the back seat of his car. Welles covers them with a blanket, shuts the door. Welles opens the trunk of his car, pulls back the carpeting. He opens the brown BRIEFCASE. The briefcase is full of CASH, about $10,000, twenties and.fifties in bundles. Welles transfers half the money into a carry-on bag, shuts the briefcase, covers it, closes the trunk. INT. AIRPLANE, COACH -- FIGHT -- MONTAGE The cabin's half-full, dark. Passengers sleep. Under the only illuminated reading light, Welles reads the PHOTOCOPIED DIARY. MARY'S VOICE is a again a flat monotone ... MARY'S VOICE (V.0.) (as Welles reads) "Dear diary. I have a big math test tomorrow. I have to get better grades. How come everybody does better than me? Kathy doesn't even study and she gets B's. Two boys got in a fight after school today. one boy knocked the other boy's tooth out, at least that's what it looked like. His nose and mouth were bleeding all over the place ... EXT. LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- MORNING -- MONTAGE An airplane ROARS downwards, heading in for a landing. EXT. LA CITYSCAPE -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY -- MONTAGE An ugly city. "HOLLYWOOD" sign on the smoggy horizon. EXT. HOLLYWOOD HOTEL -- DAY -- MONTAGE A cheap, stucco hotel in a wounded Hollywood neighborhood. 37. INT. HOLLYWOOD HOTEL -- DAY -- MONTAGE welles' suitcase is open on the bed. Welles sits in a chair with his feet up, sweating in the heat, reading the DIARY.* MARY'S VOICE (V.0.) (as Welles reads) ... We're reading The Great Gatsby in English class. It's the story of this guy who has lots of fancy parties and all his friends come around and parg with him, but later when he dies no ody comes to his funeral. Someone said there's a movie about it, but I looked in the video store and it wasn't there." Welles flips pages, further back in the DIARY.. MARY I S VO ICE (V. 0. (as Welles reads) De.", diary. I started my first ~ob last week working part time at Price Mart department store ... 11 INT. LOS ANGELES BANK, SAFE DEPOSIT VAULT -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles and a BANK EMPLOYEE both put keys into a SAFE DEPOSIT BOX, unlocking it and sliding out the metal drawer. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) ... The people I work with are all old and fat. All they live for is their next coffee break so they can smoke ... 11 INT. BANK, PRIVACY BOOTH -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles is alone, o ens the empty safe deposit drawer, takes the 8MY4 FILM from Eis pocket and puts it in the drawer. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) They eat lunch at the snack counter. Hot dogs and soft pretzels. Nachos with that orange cheese that comes out of a pump. I don't know what I'd do if I'm still working there when I get old ... 11 EXT. YOUTH HOSTEL -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY -- MONTAGE A large NEON CROSS identifies this HOSTEL in mid-Hollywood. 11 MARY'S VOICE (V.0., cont) ... I want to be a singer or an actress. I know it's a stupid dream, but I know I can do it if I get a chance ... 11 38. INT. YOUTH HOSTEL -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles talks to the MAN behind the counter, shows the PICTURE of MARY taken from Mrs. Mathews' house. I~WYIS VOICE (V.O., cont) ... Everyone's always telling me how pretty I am. I don't think I am. When I look in the mirror I wonder who they're talking about-" The MAN behind the counter shakes his head. INT. HOMELESS SHELTER -- DAY -- MONTAGE A run-down shelter. Welles shows the PICTURE of MARY to the PROPRIETOR, explaining. The proprietor shakes his head. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. I went out with Bob today, the cute boy in my science class. He took me to a movie... 11 EXT. YWCA, LIVING QUARTERS -- DAY -- MONTAGE Welles continues his trek, standing in the dank hallway of a YWCA DORMITORY, showing the PICTURE to a COUNSELOR. 11 MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) ... It was the middle of the day, but we held hands. I think he likes me. I really like him. He has black hair and grey eyes ... 11 EXT. LA FREEWAY -- DUSK -- MONTAGE Welles sits in his rental CAR, in a massive TRAFFIC JA~!. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) ... He opened the car door for me and paid for the movie. When he took me home he said we should go out again soon. I hope he calls.,, EXT. HOLLYWOOD, RED LIGHT DISTRICT -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Welles drives, look-*ng out the windshield... at decaying "PEEP SHOWS," an "ADULT BOOKSHOP" and "SEX SHOP." MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diar-y. Janet says she slept with her boyfriend. I can't believe it. She says they did it last weekend while her parents were out of town ... 11 39. EXT. HOLLYWOOD, SUNSET BOULEVARD -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Welles drives, watching overweight PROSTITUTES and tall, , muscular TRANSVESTITES prowling the sidewalks in mini-skirts and stained, tight spandex pants. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) ... She said she liked it, but she didn't seem too hmy. She didn't tell me many detai s. She said he used a condom." EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Teenaged MALE PROSTITUTES hang out in front of a PIZZA PARLOR. A few have their shirts off, crewcut and muscular. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. If I save enough money to go to community college maybe I canoyets?ood enough grades for a sch ar ip somewhere else ... 11 EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD -- DAY -- MONTAGE A tribe of HOMELESS TEENAGERS sits on the sidewalk in front of SOUVENIR SHOPS. They beg money off pedestrians. MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) ... I've never been anywhere else. I don't think mom wants to let me qo. Every time I try to talk about it she says it'll cost too much or she changes the subject.11 EXT. CHURCH, SOUP KITCHEN -- DAY -- MONTAGE A long line of HOMELESS PERSONS trails out the door. Welles stands out front, showing the PICTURE to a VOLUNTEER with a broom, and a PRIEST... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. Something terrible happened today when dad and I were alone. I can't tell anyone. I feel sick. What did I ever do to make this happen to me?" The volunteer and priest can't help. Welles is weary, futility beginning to wear on him, walks to his car ... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. My stomach hurts all the time. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. I want to get out of my head and stop hearing myself think." 40. INT. WELLES I RENTAL CAR -- IN MOTION -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Welles smokes, driving, blankly watching the road ahead... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. Grandma fell and broke her leg last week. We drove down to visit her in the hospital. Hospitals smell like dead people-" EXT. FREEWAY -- HELICOPTER SHOT -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS FOLLOW Welles' car speeding along... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. It:s hap ening all the time now. There s notEing I can do. I'm all alone Everything is bad. I used to hav~ lots of dreams and I'd remember them when I woke up, but that doesn't happen anymore.11 PULL BACK: still FOLLOWING WELLES' CAR, over the FREEWAY... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) "Dear diary. If I can get to California, I'll be ok%. I've got money saved. I can wor as a waitress till I get something better. Billy sa s he and his family went to CaTifornia once on vacation. He says it never rains. They stayed near the beach and he went swimming in the ocean ... 11 CONTINUE TO PULL BACK -- till welles' car is very, very far below -- REVEALING the staggering size of the City of Los Angeles, where the lights go on forever and forever. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Welles is seated, elbows on his knees, reading the DIARY... MARY'S VOICE (V.O., cont) I hope I can be an actress. I hope I can be happy. I'll probably have to go to acting school. I wish I knew someone who lived there. I'll miss my friends, but at least I'll be far away where no one can ever find me." Welles has come to the end of the writing in the DIARY. The next PHOTOCOPIED PAGE shows an imace of the TORN RAGGED EDGE of the diar-y's missing page. 11~ W EXT.' VIDEO PORN SHOP -- DAY Welles enters this "ADULT VIDEO" storefront. INT. VIDEO PORN SHOP -- DAY 41. The CLERK is a sleazy forty- ear-old man with rings in his pierced nose and lips, behM a counter by the door. He watches Welles pass. Welles looks around, uncomfortable. A few of the other CUSTOMERS, all men, sneak glances at Welles. Display shelves run floor to ceiling, full of hundreds of shrink- wrapped XXX PORNO TAPES. Welles pretends to browse. Handmade signs above each section identify content: "ANAL," 'BIG TITS," 11CUMSHOTS,11 "BONDAGE and FETISH," etc ... Welles looks back at the clerk, who stares at Welles. Welles feels obligated to pick up a box and act like he's considering it. He glances at other customers. Each man keeps his eyes forward on the pornography. one guy has his arms full of about ten videos. Welles puts the tape back, walks to the front counter. The clerk watches him the whole time. WELLES Is this pretty much it? The clerk just stares at Welles. WELLES Just ... just videos? PIERCED CLERK What are you looking for? Welles considers, decides to leave, exiting... Nothing. Fuck-head. INT. ADULT BOOKSTORE -- DAY WELLES PIERCED CLERK Welles comes in through the blacked-out door. This place is larger than the last. TWO CLERKS are behind the counter. one clerk's pricing porn, the other, MAX, 25, reads a porno- novel. Max has long hair, colorful tattoos covering his forearms, has a HIGHLIGHTER MARKER in his mouth. Welles browses. There's a huge video bargain bin. Walls are covered in videos, sex toys, inflatable women, etc. (CONTINUED) 42. CUSTOMERS, again all wary males, followjroper porn-shop etiquette; look at the porn, not your f low shopper. There are "PEEP SHOW" booths in the back. A MAN looks around, trying to be nonchalant, sweating profusely, slipping behind one curtain. Welles pretends to read the packaging on a triple-pack of dildos, looks towards the front ... Behind the register, Max takes a look to make sure the other clerk is busy, takes the cap of his Highlighter pen and highlights a section in the book he's reading. Welles notes this. He goes to the substantial MAGAZINE RACK, picks up a porn tabloid,jages through it. He selects sex MAGAZINES and NEWSPAPERS, oosing about twenty-five. Welles takes this pile up to Max, gets out his wallet. Max starts ringing everything up. MAX Big date tonight? WELLES (embarrassed) Yeah... guess so. MAX Can I interest you in a battery operated-vagina? Pardon me? WELLES MAX My boss tells me I have to do more suggestive selling. WELLES Well, it's tempting, but no thanks. MAX It's your call, but you're gonna be sorry when you're in one of those everyday situations that call for a batte operated vagina and you donltla've one. I'll risk it. WELLES Max shoves everything into a bag and hands it over MAX Thank you for shopping at Adult Bookstore. Have a nice day. (CONTINUED) 43. welles takes the bag. Max returns to his book. Welles is leaving, but stops at the end of the counter. WELLES What are you reading? Max holds up the book, "ANAL SECRETARY." MAX once you pick it up you can't put it down. WELLES Catchy title. What are you really reading? (off Max's look) Hard to believe that book's got any parts worth highlighting. Max takes a glance at the other clerk, opens the pages of the book and shows it to Welles. "Music for Chameleons.11 WELLES Truman Capote. MAX I tear off the cover and paste this one on... (nods towards clerk) You know how it is. WELLES Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your fellow perverts. MAX (smiles, shrugs) Might get drummed out of the pornograEher's union, and then where would I e? Another CUSTOMER clears his throat, waiting at the register. Max turns to help him. Welles heads out. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT Welles is at a table, porn publications spread out before him, looking through the back of a PORNO TABLOID ... Turning pages of HARDCORE ADVERTISEMENTS: "Adults Only," "She Male Films," "Amateur Sex Videos," "Women and Animals - you've got to see it to believe it ... 11 Welles moves on to the next MAGAZINE, turning to the back, again, page after page: "Watersports and Fisting Specialists," 11100's of Anal Films," "Asian Sex... (CONTINUED) I-, 44. HUNDREDS of 900 NUMBER ads with naked women urgin callers to pick u the phone. EROTIC CLASSIFIEDS; hundregs of amateur p~otos of naked men and women with faces and genitalia blacked over... "Men Seeking Women," "Women Seeking Women,tl "Men Seeking Men," "Transvestites ... 11 It is endless. More CLASSIFIEDS: "Sex Slaves Wanted," "ACTRESSES WANTED," "Underground Films," "SPECIALTY FILMS OFFERED, 11 11S+M and BONDAGE, 11 "Fetish Videos - 11 welles leaves it, overwhelmed, goes to lay down on the bed. He picks up his cellular phone, dialing. WELLES Hi, ho (into h phone) ney., ow are (listens) The way it's going I'm about ready to pack my bags ... you? How's Cindy? INT. NONDESCRIPT ROOM -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS in a dark room, we don't know where, a DARK FIGURE of a MAN is silhouetted. He wears HEADPHONES, listening... WELLES' VOICE (V.0.) (through headphones) I've got a feeling the person i.,m- looking for came out here and got swallowed up by the place. AMY'S VOICE (V.0.) (through headphone) Come back now. Just drop it and come back... WELLES' VOICE (V.0.) (through headphone) I would if I could. I'll be home soon, believe me. It won't be long. AMY'S VOICE (V.0.) (through headphone) I miss you. INT. WELLES ROOM -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS welles shuts his eyes, still on the cellular... WELLES (into phone) I miss YOU too. I love you very much. Give Cinderella a kiss for me and tell her I love her, alright? (listens) Goodnight. INT. ADULT BOOKSTORE -- DAY 45. Max is at the register. A crewcut WOMAN in overalls works behind the counter with him. Welles approaches. Remember me? WELLES MAX Came back for that battery-operated vagina, right? Told you you would. Welles shows his IDENTIFICATION, lets Max get a good look. WELLES I need some information. Thought you'might be able to help. MAX (of identification) Thomas Welles. Nice picture. Welles takes out an EITVELOPE, puts it on the counter. WELLES I'll be outside having a cigarette. Welles leaves. Max watches him go. Max opens the envelope, takes out two fifty dollar bills, pockets them. MAX (to other clerk) Cover me, Beth. I'm taking a break. EXT. ADULT BOOKSTORE -- DAY Welles stands down the sidewalk, smoking. Max comes out from the porn shop, walks to welles, looking around. MAX I don't know what you're looking for, mister, but so we're clear from the start, I'm straight. WELLES Good for you. Welles and Max walk down the block, past HOMELESS MEN with shopping carts overflowing with junk. WELLES How long you been working there? MAY. Three, four years. WELLES What's your nane, if you don't m~nd me asking? (CONTINUED) 46. Max. MAX WELLES Well, here's the deal, Max. This thing I'm on right now has something to do with underground pornography. Stuff that's sold under the counter, illegally... MAX There's not much illegal. WELLES Well, whatever there is, whoever's dealing, however it's done, I want to know. I want a good look, so if you've got that kind of connection, great. If not, speak now. MAX You're not a cop, are you? If I ask and you are, you have to tell me WELLES I'm not a cop. MAX You're a private eye. Like Shaft. Vot quite. WELLES MAX From Pennsylvania. P.I. from PA. What are you doing out here? WELLES Well, there's the thing; you're not gonna know anything about what I'm doing, but you can make some money. How much? MAX WELLES How much do you make now? MAX Four hundred a week, off the books. WELLES okay, let's pretend I live in the same fantasy world where you make four hundred a week in that dump. I'll give you six hundred for a few days. (CONTINUED) 47. MAX Sounds good, pops. WELLES Here's my number if you need it... (writes on scrap paper) When can you start? MAX Tomorrow night, I get off at eight WELLES See you then. Oh, and, don't call me "pops." Welles walks away. INT. WELLES ROOM -- NIGHT Welles sleeps, despite the stead SOUND of TRAFFIC racing by his window. The PHONE RINGS, waLng him. Welles looks at the clock radio, 2:23am, reaches to answer the phone ... WELLES (into phone) ... Hello... ? MAX (V. 0. (from phone) Wake up, pops. Your education begins tonight. EXT. DOWNTOWN -- NIGHT Against the backdrop of downtown LA's bright skyscrapers, Welles' rental car heads into the lower bowels of the city, smaller, older, darker buildings... EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS -- HIGHT The only people on the street are HOMELESS and SHADY CHARACTERS. Welles' car makes its way to a big deserted PARKING LOT. There are a few cars parked in one corner. welles parks near the other cars and gets out. Max stands against a chain link fence. Welles goes to meet him. Come on. M.A.X Max leads the way, across the lot, towards dark alleyways. EXT. DOWNTOWN ALLEYWAY -- NIGHT Max and Welles move through this filth strewn alley between decaying brink buildings. They cone to a STAIRWELL leading down to pitch dark ... 48, INT. OLD BUILDING -- NIGHT Max enters through a crooked door, heads into a narrow, labyrinth hallway lit by bare bulbs. Welles follows. They come to another STAIRWAY leading down. At the bottom, a thick-necked GOON stands guarding double doors. GOON Are you a law enforcement agent or in any way affiliated with law, enforcement? MAX Fuck you, Larry. Max heads to the double doors, waits for welles. GOON (to Welles) Are you a law enforcement ... ? No. INT. BASEMENT -- NIGHT WELLES Max and welles enter through the double doors, into a kind of small, underground porn flea market. It's incredibly quiet. About fifteen CARD TABLES are set up in rows. The MEN behind the tables and the thirty or so "CUSTOMERS" looking through the merchandise make those in the previous porn shops look like high society. These are MIDDLE-AGED MEN, most balding, some with pot bellies, in shorts and tube socks, in sweatpants and Members only jackets: plain men, but with a look of desperation in their eyes, glancing around nervously, greasy and afraid. ONE DEALER We're shutting down in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Welles makes his way to the tables, wary. one table is covered in dirty cardboard boxes, filled with HUNDREDS of PHOTOS of young children, mostly boys, naked. Each photo is wrapped in plastic, censored by masking tape. Welles swallows back disgust. The next table is piled high with used pornographic MAGAZINES. There are baggies with COLORFUL PILLS laid out. X-rated Polaroids wrapped in rubberbands. Max follows behind, uneffected, smokes a cigarett (CONTINUED', 49. Another table offers VIDEO TAPES with no identifying marks other than hand written labels with numbers written out, t1two," "sixteen," "five.', And many bootleg VIDEOS with grainy, homemade labels showing WOMEN in extreme BONDAGE. Welles watches out the corner of his eye as the PLUMP MAN beside him pays for a thick stack of kiddie porn pictures. Welles waits till the man moves on, addresses the angry looking DEALER who's counting money. WELLES (points to numbered videos) What are these? ANGRY DEALER Mixed hard bondap. Rape films. Sick shit. Buy five, get one free. Welles looks around, wipes sweat off his top lip. WELLES Anything harder? ANGRY DEALER There's nothing harder. Snuff? WELLES ANGRY DEALER What you see is what I got, mister. WELLES You know where I can get it? I have a lot of money to spend. ANGRY DEALER There ain't no such thing as snuff. Why don't you fuck off? The dealer sits and keeps counting cash. welles moves on Be ond the tables there's a CURTAINED DOORWAY. welle~ WaNs to it, enters ... INSIDE THE CURTAIN Folding chairs face a SCREEN. A PROJECTOR shows a silent movie; a BUXOM WOMAN in nurses uniform prepares an enema bag and tube. A hairy, overweight MAN lays face down on an examination table, naked, arms tied behind his back. In the darkness, a MAN shifts in his chair, grunting, obviously rnasturbating. A few chairs away, a man is bent over, moving his head in the lap of SOMEONE in a BLONDE WIG. A LARGE MAN approaches Welles fron, the dark. LA.R G E MA.N You have to pay to come in here. (CONTINUED) 50. Welles backs away, shuts the curtain. INT. ALL-NIGHT COFFEE SHOP -- NIGHT Not manKupeoEle in the place. Welles drinks coffee. Max eats a ge reakfast. MAX You've got Penthouse, Playboy, Hustler, etc. Nobody even considers them pornography anymore. Then, there's mainstream hardcore. Triple X. The difference is penetration. That's hardcore. That whole industry's up in the valley. writers, directors, porn stars. They're celebrities, or they think they are. They pump out 150 videos ?week. A week. They've even got ?porno Academy Awards. America loves pornography. Anybody tells you they never use pornography, they're lying. Somebody's buying those videos. Somebody's out there spending 900 million dollars a year on phone sex. Know what else? It's onlylyonna get worse. More and more you, see perverse hardcore coming into the mainstream, because that's evolution. Desensitization. Oh my God, Elvis Presley's wiggling his hips, how offensive! Nowadays, Mtv's showing girls dancing around in thong bikinis with their asses hanging out. Know what I mean? For the porn-addict, big tits aren't big enough after a while. They have to be the biggest tits ever. Some porn chicks are putting in breast implants bigger than your head, literally. Soon, Pla bo Is gonna be Penthouse, Penthouse'll ~e Hustler, Hustler'll be hardcore, and hardcore films'll be medical films. People'll be jerking off to women laying around with open wounds. There's nowhere else for it to go. WELLES Interesting theory. MAX what you saw tonight, we're not talking about a video some dentist takes home over the weekend. We're talking about stuff where people get hurt. Specialty product. (CONTINUED) WELLES Child pornography. MAX There's two kinds of specialty product; legal and illegal. Foot fetish, shit films, watersports, bondage spanking, fisting, she- males, ~emaphrodites ... it's beyond hardcore, but legal. This is the kind of hardcore where one guy's going to look at it and throw up, another guy looks at it and falls in love. How, with some of the S+M and bondage films, they straddle the line. How are you supposed to tell if the person tied up with the ball gag in their mouth is a consenting or not? Step over that line, you're into kiddie porn. Rape films, but- there aren't many. I've never seen one. Snuff films. WELLES MAX I heard you asking. That guy wasn't yanking you around. There's no such thing. WELLES What other ways are there to get illegal films? Who do y6u see? MAX First of all, basement sales like tonight aren't gonna last much longer. it's too risky, one, and two, everything's going on the internet. Anyone with a computer and enough patience can find anything he wants. it's heaven for those degenerate chicken-hawks. They're swapping pictures back and forth as fast as their modems can zap lem. But, there's still sone weird shit under the counter where I work sometimes. No one knows where it comes from. That's local underground, where information spreads by word of mouth. Those are zombies, hardcore junkies. Their hands are permanently pruned. They go out in the sun they don't burn, they blister. other than that, all I know about is the mail. (more) 51. (CONTINUED) 52. I'-- mAx (cont) Classified ads in the paper with hidden codes. Secret couriers. Credit card orders to dummy corporations. Interstate wire transfers. Revolving P.O. boxes. But, if you're asking me who do-you go to to get illegal shit... who knows? That's the whole point -- the seller stays as far away from the buyer as possible, and vice versa, and cops can't trace the deal. There's ways to do it so nobody knows who anybody is. Welles watches Max eat. WELLES How old are you? Twenty-five. MAX WELLES Where are your parents? MAX I don't know, where are yours? WELLES I don't mean any offense ... but what are you doing mixed up in all this? MAX I'm not mixed up in anything, hayseed. What are you talking about? WELLES You just strike me as smart enough to be doing something else. MAX Yeah, I'm a real genius. What choices have I got? Fuck, ust because I know about stuff iike tonight doesn't mean I deal it. I work a job. It beats pumping gas, beats making hamburgers. WELLES You're telling me it doesn't get to you? MAX You can't sit there all day watching the parade of losers that comes into that place without going numb. So what? (inore) (CONTINUED) MAX (cont) Am I gonna go off and be a race car driver? Go to Harvard? Run for President? What about you, pops? WELLES What about me? MAX I see a ring on your finger. You have any kids? A daughter. WELLES MAX So, you have a wife and kid waiting for you in Pennsylvania... what are vou doing mixed up in all this? WELLES Good question. EXT. ALL NIGHT COFFEE SHOP -- NIGHT Max and Welles comes out to the sidewalk, talking. ACROSS THE STREET 53. INSIDE A PARKED CAR, through the windshield, SOMEONE watches Max and Welles say goodnight. Max walks to a waiting taxi. It's the sinister lawyer watching, LONGDALE, the late Mr. Christian's attorney, watching Welles go to his rental car. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT -- MONTAGE Welles is seated, PROJECTOR RUNNING, watching the 8MM film. The last of the film makes its way through, threading out. The take-up reel spins, the film's tail flapping... Welles stares at the blank white square of light projected onto the wall. CELLULAR PHONE is HEARD RINGING... Welles finally looks to the projector, turns it off. The PHONE'S RINGING. Welles goes to sit on the bed, looking at the cellular phone on the bedside table. RINGING ... Welles lets it RING. RINGING... RINGING ... till it finally stops. Welles lays back on the bed and shuts his eyes. I NT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, MR CHRISTIAN'S OFFICE -- DAY Mrs. Christian is behind the desk, surrounded by BOXES of BANK RECORDS and FINANCIAL STATEMENTS, on the PHONE. (CONTINUED') 54. MRS CHRISTIAN (into phone) My husband had five cash accounts he used to temporarily hold stock profits. Between November of 1991 and March of 1992, he wrote one check out to cash from each account. He wrote these himself ... INT. PHONE BOOTH/ HOLLYWOOD -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS Welles is in the booth, listening... okay... WELLES (into phone) MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) (from phone) My husband never dealt with money personally, certainly not cash. WELLES I'm not positive this means anything. MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) The checks were for odd amounts ... INT. MR CHRISTIAN'S OFFICE -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS Mrs. Christian has the amounts written out on paper. MRS CHRISTIAN (into phone) one was for two hundred thousand, one dollar and thirteen cents. Another was for three hundred thousand, six hundred fifty four dollars and seventy six cents ... WELLES (V.0.) (from phone) Okay, I follow you so far... MRS CHRISTIAN Totalled together, these five checks from five different accounts, they equal one million dollars. INT. PHONE BOOTH -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS WELLES (into phone) You're joking. MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) (from phone) To the penny. Exactly one million dollars in cash. (CONTINUED) welles considers this, lost in thought. Hello ... ? I I m here. MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) WELLES MRS CHRISTIAN (V-O-) Do you think the film could have cost that much? WELLES For a human life... murder on film, no statute of limitations. Who knows? It sure could have. I'd like you to overnight me a copy of those checks, then put them in a safe deposit box. okay. 55. MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) WELLES Send it to me through the post office like we arranged. No return address. You dug this up all by yourself? MRS CHRISTIAN (V.0.) You told me to look, so I looked. WELLES Youlre one hell of a detective, Mrs. Christian. EXT. MISSION YOUTH HOSTEL -- DAY TEENAGERS work cleaning this large DORMITORY, sweeping and mopping the floor, making the bunk beds, washing windows. Welles stands with an elderly, black NUN in plain clothing. WELLES Her name was Mary Anne Mathews. Welles hands the woman the PICTURE of MARY. The woman puts on her glasses, looks at the picture ... looks at Welles. NUN Yes ... I remember Mary WELLES You ... you do? You're sure? Please, Sister, will you take another look, make sure... (C01,TINUED) 56. NUN (examines picture) Yes. I remember her. INT. MISSION YOUTH HOSTEL, STORAGE AREA -- DAY In a basement corner, Welles watches as the nun uses keys to open the door of a chain-link STORAGE CAGE. The cage is full of junk, BOXES, LAMPS, stacks of CHAIRS. RUN She lived here for only about a month, if I recall correctly. She didn't return one night. She never came back. I didn't know what to think... The nun enters the cage, pushes old BOXES out of her way, looks up a cob-web covered METAL SHELVES. NUN Do you know what happened to her? WELLES I'm trying to find out. She was a runaway. I'm looking into it for her parents. The nun sees what she wants, finds a STEP LADDER, tries to open it. Welles comes to help her. NUN (pointing on shelf) Can you get that down for me? Welles climbs the ladder, points at boxes... NUN No, the next shelf ... there ... Welles takes down a small SUITCASE. it's covered in dust. He climbs down the ladder with it. WELLES What is this? NUN Those are her belongings. WELLES Her belongings? NUN That's her suitcase. I had forgotten it, till you showed me her picture. welles puts the suitcase down, examines the LUGGAGE TAG: "Mary Anne Mathews," no address. Welles looks to the nun. (CONTINUED) 57. WELLES whatever possessed you to keep this all this time? NUN She was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever want to meet. Oh, I adored her. I supposed I always ho ed she'd be back. After a time, aH I could do was pray she had moved on to better things. Can you get this suitcase to her parents, if you think it's appropriate? WELLES I'll do what I can. INT. WELLES' ROOM -- NIGHT Welles puts Mary's SUITCASE on the bed, opens it. He takes out some of Mary's clothing, examines it, lays it aside. He takes out a ROSARY, more CLOTHING. Resting on a SWEATER are two CERAMIC FIGURINES; a teddy bear and kitten. Welles examines them, frowning, puts them aside. He takes out yellowed NEWSPAPER; Help Wanted CLASSIFIEDS, "July 2, 1992.11 Several job possibilities circled, others crossed out. He finds baggie containing a few old JOINTS. All that's left are more items of CLOTHING, a TOOTHBRUSH and an ADDRESS BOOK. Welles examines the address book, finds a folded piece of paper in the blank pages, unfolds it ... it's the TORN DIARY PAGE, a POEM written in Mary's hand ... MARY'S VOICE (V.0.) (as Welles reads) "Star light, star bright, First star I've seen tonight , Wish I may, wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight." Welles goes to a drawer, takes out the photocopy of Mary's DIARY. He turns to the ragged edge of the torn page, puts the DIARY PAGE against it. Perfect match. Welles stands looking ~t the poem. He turns the page over, finds written, in cursive: Models Wanted 213-555-6643 EXT. PHONE BOOTH -- DAY Welles dials the number off the bac),-. of the torn diary page. phone to his ear. It RINGS, RINGS, RINGS... (CONTINUED) 1~ 58. MAN'S VOICE (V.0.) (from phone) Celebrity Films. Welles hangs up, begins searching the booth's YELLOW PAGES. EXT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING -- DAY A poverty stricken business section of Wilshire. Welles ets out of his parked car, looks up at a decaying Art Deco uilding that's painted blue top-to-bottom. Welles crosses through traffic. INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, LOBBY -- DAY Welles studies the REGISTRY, finds "Celebrity Films.', INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, STAIRWELL -- DAY Paint's peeling. Walls are water stained. Welles climbs stairs, winded, sweating, up the stairwell ... INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, STH FLOOR HALL -- DAY Welles comes out a stairwell DOOR, catching his breath. A couple of SECRETARIES wait for the elevator. Welles moves down the hall, around a corner. Each office door has a window of pebbled, translucent glass. There's a "Dental Office," "Wilson Travel Cruises," and at the end of the hall, "Celebrity Films Inc., Eddie Poole, Professional Casting and Distribution, Suite 804.11 Welles heads back the way he came. EXT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING -- DAY Welles crosses back to the other side of the street, goes to stand near his car. He looks up at the blue office building, counting up floors, counting windows across. Satisfied, he turns, backing up, looking up at the tall OFFICE BUILDING across from the blue building. There's a sign on this adjacent building, "OFFICE SPACE AVAILABLE." INT. ADJACENT OFFICE, 9TH FLOOR -- DAY Empty office. Welles is let in by a disinterested LANDLORD. Welles gives a cursory look around, goes to the windows and opens the blinds. These windows afford an excellent view of the blue building across the street, at about Sth floor level. WELLES This is better. (turns to landlord) This will be fine. I INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- NIGHT 59. Welles has transferred most of his belongings here, SUITCA , SE open on the floor, CARD TABLE set up with fast food on it ' an ARMY COT against one wall. Welles sits in a chair at the window, looks through BINOCULARS on a TRIPOD. WELLES' P-O-V-1 THROUGH BINOCULARS: searching up the dark floors of the blue building, as Welles counts under his breath. Moving over... stopping on one window, FOCUSING... Welles locks the tripod. He goes to sit on the army cot, picks up his CELLULAR. He looks at the phone, decidinji He puts down the phone. He turns off the LAMP on the oor, lays back in the cot, going to sleep. INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY WELLES' P.O.V., THROUGH BINOCULARS: watching the window of Celebrity Films Inc. We can see most of the office from here. it's crowded with junk, BOXES, piles of VIDEO TAPES. There's a disorganized DESK by the window. welles sits looking through the binoculars. THROUGH BINOCULARS: a pudgy man, EDDIE POOLE, in a loud, print shirt, comes to sit at the desk, looks throu h mail. He smells sleazy even from here, lots of jewelry, Yots of rings. He drinks coffee, answers the phone. He talks into the phone, looking for something on his desk, agitation growing, till he's shouting, then slams the phone down. welles rises. He looks to the wall where THREE PHOTOGRAPHS culled from the snuff film are pinned up; the picture of Mary, the picture of Masked Man's tattooed hand, and... ... the grainy image of the Third Man in the mirror. Welles comes to study this third photo. FADE TO BLACK: INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie packs VIDEO TAPES into a box, covering them with styrofoam peanuts, sealing the box. FADE TO BLACK: INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie finishes a call and hangs up. He sits back in his chair. He starts looking in his desk drawers, finds a MAGAZINE and opens it on the desk. it's porn. Eddie turns pages, looking at naked women. He sits back in his chair, begins uribuckling his belt. Welles pulls back from the binoculars in disgust. (CONTINUED) L 60. WELLES No thank you. IFT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- NIGHT FADE TO BLACK: THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's on the phone, ouring himself a drink from the liquor bottle on his desk, ~inishing the call, hanying up. He shakes his head in disgust, drinks the drink, wa ks out of view. After a moment, the lights.go out. EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS -- FIGHT An old, dented CAR makes its way up the tight, twisting roads of the Hollywood Hills. Eddie's at the wheel. Hot far behind, Welles' rental car follows ... FURTHER ON Eddie's car pulls into the driveway under the porch of a ramshackle HOUSE, parks. Welles, car passes by... FURTHER, AROUND A CURVE Welles, car slows once it's out of sight, turns around, moving back down the hill, slowly ... INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS Welles turns out his headlights, coming around the curve just far enough so the ramshackle house is in view. Wel watches Eddie walk up the stairs to the house. FADE TO BLACK: IFT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY les THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie has a visitor. There's a pretty GIRL, wearing a -tube top, in a chair facing his desk. Eddie's talking, gesticulating, smiling, cajoling. welles watches through binoculars. THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's still taking, stands, coming around the desk and placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl says something. Eddie responds. The woman shakes her head, getting up to leave. Eddie seems to be asking her to sta , following as she moves out of view. Eddie comes back ayone, sits at his desk, picks up the phone. INT. ESPIONAGE SHOP -- DAY Ultra high tech for sale. Welles exanines itens on the sales counter as the SALESPERSON watches: a pair of sma1l, round LISTENING DEVICES, a complicated RECEIVER/TA.PF RECORDER, and a TONE DECODER with LED window. (CONTINUED) 61. WELLES Okay, I'll take it all. SALESPERSON Excellent. we accept MasterCard and American Express Cash. WELLES Welles takes out a thick wad, starts counting. SALESPERSON Alright. (at register) May I have your phone number, area code first? WELLES No, you may not. Okay - Fine. SALESPERSON Welles lays the money on the counter. The salesperson takes the money, recounting. SALESPERSON I'm required by state law to inform you that, while it's perfectly leqal for you to purchase these items, it is illegal for you to use them for any sort of ... WELLES Yeah, I know the spiel. If you could bag it, I 1 11 be on my way, thank you. SALESPERSON Certainly, sir. The salesperson starts punching keys on the register. EXT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING -- NIGHT The blue building sits completely dark. INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, 8TH FLOOR HALL -- NIGHT Welles comes quietly out from the stairwell, wears gloves. He moves down the hall to the door of "Celebrity Films Inc." He kneels, begins using LOCK-PICKING TOOLS on the door. 62. INT. CELEBRITY FILMS OFFICE -- NIGHT Welles enters, shuts the door and locks it. Me takes out his penlight. There are POSTERS for cheap PORN FILMS on the wall that we couldn't see through binoculars. Titles like "Sex Doctor," "Deep Ass," and "Penal Colony-" There a two FILE CABINETS. Welles pulls a few drawers, finds them locked. VIDEO CASSETTES are everywhere, on the cabinets, on shelves, piled high on the floor. Welles goes to Eddie's desk, looking in drawers. One-drawer is full of X-RATED MAGAZINES. Another's stuffed with paperwork, call sheets, contracts. - Wellesjicks u Eddie's phone, unscrews the earpiece. He takes e smal round LISTENING DEVICE from his pocket, peels off backing to expose adhesive. He attaches the listening device inside the phone, puts it back together. Welles moves towards the door, sweeps the room with the p~nlight. He stops at the file cabinets, takes his lock- picking tools out, begins working on one file's lock. He turns the lock, opens a file drawer. Empty. He opens another. Inside: piles of CHILD PORNOGRAPHY. Welles clenches his jaw. Faces of children. Shirtless boys. INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY Girls in pigtails. Welles' RECEIVER/TAPE RECORDER'S set up by the window, recording, with the TONE DECODER plugged into it. Welles LISTENS through HEADPHONE, looking through binoculars. EDDIE (V.0.) (through headphones) ... half a dozen. This is good stuff, Jimbo... THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's at his desk, on the PHONE ... EDDIE (V.O.) You know how my tapes sell. People eat this stuff up. MALE VOICE (V.O.) (from phone) I had three Jerkoffs trying to return your tapes last month. Do ou know how bad a skin flick has to e for some jackass to come back into my place with a fucking receipt, and try to fucking return it? (CONTINUED) 63. EDDIE (V.0.) Maybe there's something 'wrong with the scumbag customers coming into your place, ever think of that? MALE VOICE (V.0.) The only thing wrong is the cheap, softcore crap you're peddling, Eddie. Where do you get this stuff? EDDIE (V.0.) Look, you cocksucker... MALE VOICE (V.0.) Get together some upscale product where the girls still have teeth in their head. Till then, fuck you. Fuck you! EDDIE (V.0.) THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie slams down the phone. He CANNOT BE HEARD any longer. He's cursing, shuffling paperwork. Welles takes off headphones, picks up his cellular phone. He drinks soda, opens the phone, dials, nervous, then looks back through the binoculars. He waits, clears his throat. The PHONE'S RINGING... RINGING... On the floor, the REELS of the tape recorder are TURNING ... THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie answers the phone Celebrity Films. Eddie. EDDIE (V.0. WELLES (V.0.) EDDIE (V-O Yeah, who's this? WELLES (V-O-) I know what you did. What? EDDIE (V.0.) WELLES (V-O-) I know what you did. Who is this. EDDIE (V.0.) WELLES (V-O-) You murdered tha* girl, Eddie. Six years ago ... (CONTINUED) 64, EDDIE What the fuck are you.. WELLES (V.0.) You killed that irl and ou put it on film. You ang our paTs, you're fucked. You fuckZ up real good. welles hits disconnect, still looking through binoculars. THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's slow to hang up th hone. He stands, looking down at the hone, frozen. FiMly, he runs his hands through his hair, ~ooks around the room, sits back down. He gets out his bottle and pours himself a drink. Welles watches through binoculars, puts headphones back on. WELLES Come on, Eddie... THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie sits motionless. ... come on. WELLES (O.S.) THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie picks up the phone, DIALS a NUMBER. We hear the PHONE RING in the HEADPHONES ... Hello? KAN'S VOICE (V-O.) (through headphones) EDDIE (V.0.) (through headphones) Dino, it's Eddie ... Eddie Poole. DINO (V.O. What do you want? EDDIE (V.0.) I just got a call ... two seconds ago, some motherfucker called... says he knows about the loop. DINO (V.0. ) What are you talking about? EDDIE (V.0.) The loop! The girl we did, what the fuck do you think I'm talking about?! This guy calls and says he knows about the fucking loop ... Bullshit. DINO (V.O. ) EDDIE (V.0.) Ilm telling you... (CONTINUED) 65, DINO (V*O.) Blow me, you paranoid fuck, that's impossible. why are you bothering me with this... ? EDDIE (V.0.) Because somebod fucking called me and fucking Talustit out! DINO (V.O. ) There's nothing there, Y(?u brain- dead cunt. Think about it. There's absolutely no way in this world to connect us to anything I want you to hang thetEftone, ~nd if you call me :Eout is again It m going to send a friend of mine out there and have him crack you open with a fucking rib spreader. Dino... EDDIE (V.0.) DINO (V-0 Nobody knows anything. THROUGH BINOCULARS: as DINO is HEARD HANGING UP, Eddie reacts, picks up his phone and throws it across the office. Welles sits back, trying to accept the realization that he I s found them. He looks to the PHOTO of the Third Man. WELLES That is you, isn't it, Eddie? Welles goes to the RECORDER, turns on the TONE DECODER. LED window LIGHTS UP. Welles hits STOP, REWIND, PLAY.. WELLES VOICE (V.0.) (from recorder) and your pals, you're fucked.. Hits FAST FORWARD... hits PLAY, watching the TONE DECODER. From the RECORDER, the SOUND of EDDIE DIALING a NUMBER on his touch tone phone ... and as EACH TONE is HEARD, a corresponding NUMBER appears on the DECODERIS LED readout: ... 1 212 555 9906 ... The recorder continues, REPLAYING the CONVERSATION between Eddie and Dino, while Welles studies the green LED digits. WELLES (quiet, to hinself) T,wo one two. 66. EXT. MANHATTAN CITYSCAPE -- ESTABLISHING -- NIGHT The brilliant lights of New York's peerless skyscrapers. EXT. 59TH STREET BRIDGE -- NIGHT FOLLOW Welles' Ford as it moves along with traffic, crossing the 59th Street Bridge, into the heart of Manhattan. EXT. BANK -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY "Chase Manhattan Bank," mid-town. INT. CHASE MANHATTAN BANK, SAFE DEPOSIT BOOTH -- DAY Welles puts the 8MM FILM into SAFE DEPOSIT DRAWER, shuts it. IVT. NY PUBLIC LIBRARY, REFERENCE -- DAY Busy and crowded, but quiet. Welles places a massive tome down on a table: "Haines Criss-Cross Directory." Welles sits, takes out his notepad, referring to the phone number written: 11(212) 555-9906.11 He opens the reference book, searching pages... Thousands of TELEPHONE NUMBERS are LISTED in SEQUENCE, each with an address. Welles runs his finger down the page. EXT. SOHO STREETS -- DAY PEDESTRIANS everywhere. Streets are clogged with DELIVERY TRUCKS loading and unloading. Cars horns blow. Welles walks to an old, WAREHOUSE BUILDING shoulder to shoulder with other buildings, labeled 1112041, in burnished steel. Welles climbs the stairs, examines the buzzers. The top button's labeled "Greystone Imports," h b tt t- = %d Vail button reads "Lang Interior Design, by appt.11 The middle button is labeled only by a drawing of a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER. Welles looks up at the building. EXT. 1204 WAREHOUSE, SOHO -- LATER DAY The sun is low. Less activity on the street. Welles leans against a car down the street, smoking a cigarette. TWO WOMEN walk this way, both in spiked high heels, dressed in cheap, short, formfitting skirts, both carrying duffel bags. They start up the stairs of 1204 ... welles throws his cigarette, walks to follow. The women hit the center button. A BUZZER sounds as the~,,, head inside. Welles hurries up the stairs, catching the door before it closes. INT. 1204 WAREHOUSE/ ELEVATOR -- DAY 67. welles follows the women into a decrepit ELEVATOR. One woman hits 112.11 Welles hits 113,11 steps back in the corner. Elevator doors creak closed. The two women are heavily made up, pretty, but worn, eyes dull. Welles looks down at the leg of one woman, noticing bruises through her fishnet stockings, poorly covered by make-up. Elevator doors open on the SECOND FLOOR. The two women get out and walk down a grey hallway, towards DOUBLE DOORS painted black. Welles stops the elevator door from closing. The women push the INTERCOM at the black doors. Another dull BUZZ is HEARD as the women enter. The low rumble of HEAVY METAL MUSIC is HEARD, SILENCED as doors swing shut. Welles lets the elevator close. EXT. 1204 WAREHOUSE -- DAY The elevator opens on the FIRST FLOOR. Welles gets out, instead of leaving the way he came, heads towards the rear... FOLLOW him down a hallway, past a SERVICE ELEVATOR... EXT. 1204 WAREHOUSE -- DAY Welles comes out BACK DOORS into an sunless alleyway with fire escapes above. There's a TRASH DUMPSTER, overflowing. Rats scatter upon welles, arrival. Welles looks to make sure he's alone. He starts tearing open GARBAGE BAGS. Flies swarm. one bag's filled with empty food containers and old newspapers. welles tears open another bag, finds burnt out FLORESCENT LIGHTBULBS, digs out a handful of empty PHOTO PAPER PACKAGES, bottles of DEVELOPING CHEMICALS. He pulls out a few MAGAZINES; Time, Newsweek, etc... The magazines are cut up, fallin apart, with pictures chopped out from many pages. Weyles examines ADDRESS LABELS: "Dino Velvet/D.V. Films 1204 Keller Street New York, NY 1004911 INT. PHONE BOOTH, NYC STREETS -- NIGHT Welles is on the PHONE. The city bustles past. WELLES (into phone) what do you know about a guy called Dino Velvet? Dino Velvet Filrns? 68. INT. ADULT BOOKSTORE -- DAY -- IHTERCUT Max is on the phone by the register, ringing purchases. MAX (into phone) Dino Velvet... yeah, he's like the John Luc Godard of S+M flicks, supposed to be a real weirdo. WELLES (V.0.) (from phone) A weirdo making S+M films? Who'd have thought it? MAX (into phone) His stuff comes out of New York. Bondage and fetish videos, Gothic Hardcore. Definitely not for the squeamish. WELLES (V.0.) Specialty product. MAX You're learning. WELLES (V.0.) Where does he sell it? MAX out of the back of bondage magazines mostly, but you can find it on the street if you look. He'll also dc commissions, for enough money... INT. PHONE BOOTH -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS MAX (V. 0. (from phone) Nothiny,illegal, it's always border ne. Like if some freak wants to see a transvestite in a full rubber immersion suit getting an enema from a... WELLES (into phone) Alright, I get the picture. MAY. (V. 0. ) He cuts all kinds of other stuff into his movies; photographs, newsreel footage, sublininal inaces. Thinks he's making art. (CONTINUED) 69. WELLES Well, I'm in New York now. What do you say to flying out and giving me a hand? MAX (V. 0. ) I'm a working stiff, pops. WELLES Take a vacation. I'll pay.you four hundred a day, plus expenses. MAX (V. 0. ) You want me to come out there and play private eye? WELLES Consider it. Meanwhile, dig up whatever Dino Velvet films you can. Get receipts. I'll call back. See ya. MAX (V. 0. ) Welles hangs up, starts feeding quarters into the phone. INT. MRS. CHRISTIAN'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS Mrs. Christian's in bed, pale and sickly. The PHONE RINGS. Mrs. Christian reaches for it. Hello? MRS CHRISTIAN (into phone, weakly) WELLES (V-O.) (from phone) k Mrs. Christian, Tom welles here. MRS CHRISTIAN (coughing) How are you? Having any luck? WELLES (V-O-) I dontt know if luck's the word. Are you feeling alright? MRS CHRISTIAN I've been ordered into bed. The doctor says I've gotten the flu, or some other wretched ailment. WELLES (V.0.) I hope it's nothing serious. MRS CHRISTIAN Nothing more than a bother. Have you any news for me? INT. PHONE BOOTH -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS WELLES (into phone) I've made progress. I'm in Manhattan. once a few more pieces fall into place, I'll drive to you and give you an update. Fine. . . MRS CHRISTIAN (V.O.) (from phone) MRS. CHRISTIAN is HEARD COUGHING. Welles waits. WELLES I've got about five thousand left in c ash, but I'll need another thirty, if you approve. MRS CHRISTIAN How will I get it to you? '70. WELLES if ou have a pencil and paper, tely you how to send it. EXT. MOTEL, HELL'S KITCHEN -- FIGHT I'll A TAXIjulls over in front of this flea-bag motel. Max gets out wi a SUITCASE, looks at the dubious accommodations. INT. MOTEL, MAX'S ROOM -- NIGHT Max enters with Welles, turns on a light and throws his suitcase on the bed. The room is disgusting. MAX You didn't say it was gonna be this luxurious. WELLES It's their Presidential Suite. Great. Max looks in the bathroom. MAX MAX Oh, come on, man, what are we doing in this flea bag? WELLES It's cheap, and people know to mind their own business. What have you got for me? (CONTINUED) 71. Max opens his suitcase, takes out THREE VIDEO TAPES. He hands them to Welles. The boxes are covered in jumbled PHOTO COLLAGES: American flag, S+M men and women, a skull, mannequins, a scorpion, cut-outs of arms, legs and eyeballs. Dino Velvet. MAX INT. WELLES' MOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT Welles is lit by the flicker from the TELEVISION SCREEN. WE SEE NOTHING. We HEAR the rhythmic MUFFLED MOANS of a WOMAN from the TV, can't tell if it's pleasure or pain. Max is asleep in the bed, PIZZA BOX near his feet. Welles drinks beer, gets up and ejects the CASSETTE from a VCR, tosses it aside, tired. TAPE, puts it in, sits. He picks another Dino Velvet ON TV: GOTHIC ROCK is HEARD over old, scratchy IMAGES: of Klansmen around a burning cross ... Dracula menacing a sleeping woman... a man is a Devil costume dancing... Welles opens another beer. ON TV: a WOMAN is tied up, arms in the air, hanging from the ceiling, gagged and blindfolded, in a dungeon lit by candelabras. Then, glimpsed IMAGES: worms writhing in slime ... gargoyles ... a guillotine falling. Then, the bound woman, struggling. A MASKED MAN in a leather jacket enters. He wears a LEATHER MASK with zipper eyes and mouth... This focuses Welles, attention. ON TV: the Masked Man circles the captured woman ... WELLES Max... wake up... Ma.x awakens, rolling over, groggy- Wha... ? MAX WELLES '(points at tv) Who is this, in the mask'~ Who is he? Max tries to see, eyes barely open. MAX He's one of the lunatics Dino uses. He's in a bunch of these. welles watches. on the TV, Masked Man takes off his jacket shirtless, reveals an impossibly nuscled body. Huge arns, thick chest, oiled, dotted in pimples. (CO14TINUFDi 72. MAX Why? He have something to do with whatever you're into? Still watching the behemoth on TV, Welles is less sure. ON TV: the bulging Masked Man flexes, ripped. WELLES No... it's nothing... that's not him. Welles rubs his eyes, sits back. Max sits up, watching. ON TV: Masked Man pulls the bound woman's head back by her hair, licks her face with his thick tongue ... CLOSE ON: Masked Man grips the woman's head, still licking. he pulls down the woman's blindfold... Welles sits forward, realizing, horrified... Welles goes to the VCR, hits PAUSE. The IMAGE on TV FREEZES. Welles goes back, FRAME by FRAME... to the CLOSE UP where Masked Man grips the woman's face. iR*E*EZE FRAME. On Masked Man's hand: a TATTOO, on the arch between his forefinyer and thumb, same as the scrawny Masked man in the snuff fi m. A PENTAGRAM TATTOO. Who is he? WELLES MAX I told you, he's one of Dino Velvet's stock players ... WELLES Who is he, his name? MAX Nobody knows his name. That's his thing. He always wears a mask. You never see his face. He calls himself "Machine," that's what they call him. Machine. Welles hits PLAY. on TV, Masked Man runs his hands up and down the woman's body. The woman's eyes are filled with fear. Welles sits, unnerved, watching. MAY, They say he's half brain-dead fror, all the steroids he's usina. Max rolls over, trying to get back to sleep. MAY Be's a brutal motherfucker, man. He loves what he does for a living. (CON-IJT~:FD) I I 73. 1~ IFT. WELLES' MOTEL ROOM -- DAY Welles enters carries an OVERNIGHT PACKAGE and his LOCK BOX. At the aesk, he tears open the package, opens the MANILA ENVELOPE inside; finds FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS in thousand dollar bills, wrapped in plastic and masking tape. Welles takes the lock box to the bed and works the combination, opens it. He takes out the holster, stands looking down at the gun. He puts the holster on. EXT. 1204 WAREHOUSE -- DAY Welles' Ford waits with turn signal on. A car pulls out of a parking space. Welles takes the space. INT. WELLES' CAR -- DAY Max is in the passenger seat. Welles looks to 1204. WELLES You don't need to be here. MAX What kind of Junior P.I. would I be if I didn't go with you? IFT. 1204 WAREHOUSE, SECOND FLOOR -- DAY Welles and Max get off the elevator, moving down the grey hall, to the black doors. Welles pushes the INTERCOM BUTTON. After a moment, the INTERCOM CRACKLES ... MAN'S VOICE (V-O-) (from intercon) Who is it? Welles waits, presses the button again. INT. DINO VELVET STUDIO -- DAY The doors BUZZ and welles and Max warily enter*this large, dark, converted warehouse. Square pillars shoot from floor to ceiling. Shafts of light cut down from high windows. A large THUG in a pinstripe suit crosses from a far DESK. THUG You're in the wrong place. WELLES We're looking for Mr. Velvet. He's not here. THUG (CONTINUED) 74. Welles looks around, at les of PROPS; a huge faux-stone ANGEL and GARGOYLES, elaEoirate CANDELABRAS, a huge BIRDCAGE, massive WOODEN CROSS, NAZI FLAGS. WELLES Why don't you tell him we're here to give him a large sum of money. If he's not interested, we'll go. THUG You should leave now, before I have to remove you. Welles just stands looking at the thug. A VOICE is HEARD... DINO VELVET'S VOICE (V.0.) (from SPEAKERS) Show them in, Milo. Welles and Max look up. There are SPEAKERS mounted high up on the pillars, and SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS looking down. WELLES You heard the boss, Milo. The disgruntled thu starts back across the studio towards a distant DOOR. Weyles and Max follow... They notice an elaborate set built in one corner, a TORTURE CHAMBER, complete with RACK and IRON MAIDEN. INT. DINO VELVET'S OFFICE -- DAY Thug opens the door and lets Welles and Max in. The office is huge, windowless walls covered in thousands of PICTURES from every conceivable source, torn and cut, pinned up to form an indecipherable collage. A tall LADDER leans against one wall, near three TELEVISIONS. DINO VELVET rises behind his desk, a small, bird-like man, wearing a black suit and bad hairpiece. DINO VELVET Come in. Make yourself comfortable. Welles shakes Dino's hand. Max looks up at the walls. IMAGES; porn pictures, news photos, world leaders, autopsy photos, armies and insects, the naked and the dead. WELLES It's an honor to meet you. Thank you for seeing us. DINO VELVET What can I do for you today? welles sits. Shelves behind Dino's desk are piled high wit-i VIDEO CASSETTES, old MOVIE CAMERAS, big REELS of 16mn, FILM. VIDEOS and'*MAGAZINES are stacked everywhere. (CONTINUED) WELLES I'd like to commission a work. I'm a great admirer of yours. DINO VELVET Flattering. And, who's your colorful little chum? WELLES A fellow investor. Hmm. DINO VELVET MAX You're the only one still shooting film and transferring it to video. Nobody appreciates that kind of integrity anymore... the grain, the gritty look you get. DINO VELVET Well, I'm glad you appreciate it. (to Welles) What would you Say is your favorite piece? 75. Welles considers. Max glances over, looks back to the walls. MAX I know if I had to pick, it'd be "Choke," or "Devil.', WELLES "Devil" frightened me as much as it excited me, but I'd be hard pressed to choose a favorite. Dino grins, showing yellowed teeth. DINO VELVET You said something about money. WELLES Yes. What we're looking for is rather specific. Welles takes out an ENVELOPE, puts it on the desk. WELLES That's five thousand dollars. is it? DINO VELVET WELLES Five thousandA now, five thousand on delivery. (nore) (CONTINUED) 76. WELLES (cont) Two women, one white and one black, as long as they have large breasts. Hard bondage, or course. other than that, trusting your artistic inter retation, I have only two stipuiations. DINO VELVET And they are? WELLES I want to watch you work. DINO VELVET I'll consider it. WELLES And the other performer... it has to be that monster you use... the man in the mask. Machine. DINO VELVET WELLES If it's not him, there's no deal. Dino drums his painted fingernails on his lips. DINO VELVET He might be interested... but it would mean another five thousand. WELLES We can do that. DINO VELVET Well, well, I'll have to put my thinking-cap on about all this. You'll leave the money as a deposit? (off Welles' nod) Very good. Dino stands, cks up a still CAMERA off his desk and comes to look at WJiles, studying him. DINO VELVET You have a beautiful face ... the way the livht hits it. I'd like to take your picture. You don't mind? WELLES I'd rather you didn It. DINO VELVET What's the problem? (CONTINUED) .V1 I 77. WELLES I'm camera shy. DINO VELVET You trust me to keep your money, but not to take your picture? WELLES Those are two different kinds of trust. (stands) Thank you for your time. I hope we can do business. Welles leaves. Max goes with him. Dino watches them leave. EXT. MANHATTAN STREET -- NIGHT HORNS BLARE. TWO CARS have collided head-on. A large CROWD gathers. One windshield's shattered, blood spattered. The driver is slumped over the wheel, gushing blood. On a nearby street corner, Welles in on a PAY PHONE. HEAVY METAL can be HEARD filtered through the receiver. WELLES (into phone) So, what do you say? INT. DINO VELVET'S OFFICE -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS Dino's stands in the middle of his office, naked, his back to us, 8MM camera in hand, on the phone. A NAKED WOMAN dances for Dino. A Heavy Metal MUSIC VIDEO plays on a TV. DINO VELVET (into phone) I'll do this for you. Fifteen thousand dollars. WELLES (V.0.) (from phone) Machine's in? DINO VELVET (into phone) He's in. It will be his pleasure. INT. PHONE BOOTH -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS DINO VELVET (V.O.) (from phone) Be at 366 Hoyt Avenue, three o'clock, tomorrow. Welles digs out his notepad, writing. (CONTINUED) 7 WELLES (into phone) Where's that? DINO VELVET (V.0 Brooklyn. Don't be late. EXT. MOTEL COURTYARD, POOL -- NIGHT 8. HORNS and TRAFFIC are HEARD. Max and Welles sit in lawn chairs at the tiny pool. Welles smokes. Max drinks beer. They watch an ELDERLY WOMAN in a one piece bathing ~uit climb from the pool and walk to the diving board, diving in. What's next? MAX WELLES I I m trying to figure that out myself. I have to see Machine without his mask. . MAX Still don't want to tell me what you're doing? Nope. WELLES The old woman climbs out and heads back to the diving board Welles takes out a thick ENVELOPE, hands it to Max. WELLES This is for you. Max doesn't understand, opens the envelope, finds abou fifteen thousand dollars in the envelope. What's this? MAX WELLES It's money. People use it to purchase goods and services. Max looks at it again, can't believe it. MAX Look ... that's awful generous and ever-ything... WELLES It's not my money. The woman I 9-t it from is never going to give it a second thought. Let's not make a big deal out of this, okay? (more) (CONTINUED) 79. WELLES (cont) (pause) Go be a race car driver. President. Whatever. Welles puts his cigarette out, stanaq. WELLES I'll see you around. Go run for Welles walks away, heading to his room. Max watches him go, doesn't know what to say, looks in the envelope. The old woman climbs out and heads back to the divipg board. EXT. BROOKLYN STREETS -- DAY A deserted, war zone neighborhood of abandoned, graffitied buildings. A few burnt out cars on the street. Welles drives through, watchful. Welles drives past a huge TWO-STORY WAREHOUSE, does a u-turn. He parks the car. IPT. WELLES' CAR -- DAY Welles checks his qjun, returns it to his holster. EXT. BROOKLYN WAREHOUSE -- DAY Welles climbs crumbling concrete stairs, looking all directions, crossing a LOADING DOCK towards a DOOR... IFT. BROOKLYN WAREHOUSE -- DAY Welles enters slowly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A vast, empty space looms before him. in the middle of the warehouse, Dino Velvet stands, in a powder blue suit, holding an archery BOW and JkRROW. DINO VELVET There you are. Come join us. There's a wrought IRON BED not far from Dino. MACHINE is seated on the mattress, a huge man, wearing a leather S+M harness and the same WRESTLING MASK as in the snuff film. Welles gathers his courage, walks towards them. Dino pulls back on the bow, aiming away across the warehouse. He stands by a TABLE with a QUIVER of ARROWS propped up. He shoots an arrow toward a large TARGET... Strikes the target dead center, BULL'S-EYE. As Welles gets closer, he notices several things ... (CONTINUED) 80. ... a 16MM CAMERA mounted on a TRIPOD, f acing the bed, along with several movie LIGHTS ... several BOWIE KNIFES are laid out on the table, beside Wp*air of HANDCUFFS ... . Machine is watching him as he approaches. welles stops, not far from Dino and Machine, but keeping his distance. Dino's still firiny arrows at the target. Machine's still staring at We les. Hello. WELLES (to Machine) Machine just stares at him with bloodshot eyes. DINO VELVET You brought the money? WELLES (takes out envelope) Right here. Dino lets fly another arrow... another bull's-eye, then turns to look at Welles with a smile. Excellent. DINO VELVET WELLES Where are the women? DINO VELVET They should be here any minute. Welles comes forward slowly, places the.envelope on the table, beside Bowie knifes. He's sweating. WELLES (of the knifes) What are these for? DINO VELVET Hmn? Oh, the knifes? They're just props. Nice, aren't they? Sure. WELLES Dino walks across towards the target. DINO VELVET Machine and I were just talking about knifes. The beauty of knifes ... Dino pulls arrows from the target.. (CONTINUED) 81. DINO VELVET He was saying how fascinated he is by their simple ability to be sharp. The ability of a piece of metal to be*so thin that it is almost nothing... Dino walks back to the table, reElaces the arrows in the quiver, cueing another arrow in is bow. DINO VELVET So close to nothingness that it cuts with minimum effort, because it's so non-intrusive. Flesh is fooled. it blooms open as the blade widens, but by then it's too late, because the knife's already doing its pure, simple damage. Dino shoots another arrow to the target. A CLATTER attracts Welles attention. Far across the warehouse, a DELIVERY DOOR rolls upwards. A CAR with tinted windows drives in... The MAN who opened the door, silhouetted in sunlight, stays behind to close the door as the car pulls forward ... DINO VELVET Ah, ours guests have arrived. Machine stands. He is a giant. Welles takes a few steps back, wary, sweating hard now. The car parks across the warehouse, not far from the target. Dino puts another arrow in his bow, pulls it taunt, aims at the target ... turns, aims the arrow at welles. DINO VELVET Mister Welles ... would you be so kind as to remove any firearms from your person? WELLES What are you... ? DINO VELVET Take out your gun! welles brings his hand towards his holster.. DINO VELVET Slowly. Let me see it. Welles takes out his gun, looks across the warehouse. The SILHOUETTED MAN is walking this way. Can't tell whc he is yet. Machine heads the direction ol the parked car. (CONTINUED/` 82. 11-~ DINO VELVET Empty the gun onto the table, very carefully. WELLES Look, I don't know what this... DINO VELVET Shut u~, cunt! Do exactly as I say, or Ill put this arrow through your throat. Welles obeys, helpless, dumps the bullets out on the table. The SILHOUETTED MAN'S getting closer. It's Eddie Poole. Is that him? EDDIE DINO VELVET (to Welles) Put the gun down, take the handcuffs. Handcuff yourself to the bed. Welles obeys, walks to the bed. Welles attaches one cuff to the bed's iron rail, fastens the other cuff around his wrist. Dino puts down the bow and arrow. DINO VELVET (still to Welles) Didn't know what to make of you a-, first, and you certainly had Eddie on pins and needles. But, lo and behold, from out of the blue came an old business acquaintance to explain everything... Welles looks across to the car... The sinister lawyer, Longdale, gets out from behind the wheel and hands the keys to Machine, walks this way... EDDIE This is the fucker? Motherfucker, doesn't look like anything... Eddie walks around the bed, studies Welles. Welles watches him. Eddie goes to stand behind Welles, rushes forward... PUNCHES Welles in the side of the head. Welles goes down, clutching his face. EDDIE Doesn't look like shit. Eddie pulls Welles to his feet, frisking ..him from head to toe. throws hir. against the bed, (CONTINUED) 83. Longdale comes to stand beside Dino, nervous, taking out a tiny HANDGUN and pointing it at Welles. Welles looks up, holding his head, afraid, sits on the bed. DINO VELVET (to Welles) You remember Mr. Longdale, don't you? WELLES I remember him. LONGDALE Let's get this over with. Fine idea. DII40 VELVET Dino comes to sit on the bed beside welles. DINO VELVET You're going to go get the film you received from Mrs. Christian, bring it here and put it in my hand. And to save time, so we make this as efficient as possible, there's an incentive ... Dino puts his fingers in his mouth, lets out a sharp WHISTLE. Across the warehouse, Machine uses the car keys to open the trunk of the car, pulls SOMEONE out... itts MAx, beaten bloody, bound, face swollen, gagged, hardly consious. Machine throws him to the floor. No. . . WELLES Welles tries to go towards Max, yanked back by the handcuffs, pulls the bed a few inches, but it's heavy. DINO VELVET Friend of yours? WELLES Look, he's got nothing to do with this... let him go... DINO VELVET Can you guess what I'm going to say next? WELLES He doesn't know anything. nothing to do with this ... DINO VELVET Bring the film, or we kill him. . . he I s got (CONTINUED) Sorrow and rage rises up in Welles, but there's no choice. WELLES I'll get it. It's in a safe deposit box, in the city DINO VELVET How cooperative. Longdale will keep you company. Dino takes out HANDCUFF KEYS, throws them to Longdale. Longdale approaches Welles carefully, unlocking him. DINO VELVET Don't let Longdale's questionable choice of weapon give you any ideas. If his fe I little gun puts enouqh little ho es injou, you'll be just as dead... and en so will Max. EDDIE move it, dirtbag... Eddies comes to SHOVE Welles. Welles stumbles to the ground, gets to his feet. Welles walks, takes one last glance back towards Max. Longdale follows. DINO VELVET (watching them go) Do hurry. EXT. MANHATTAN STREETS -- DAY 84. welles, car moves in the slow flow of traffic into mid-town. INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS Welles is at the wheel. Longdale is in the passenger seat, gun held in his lap. WELLES You were the middleman, am I right? old man Christian wasn't about to go shopping for a snuff film himself. LONGDALE Wouldn't exactly have been possibl for a man of his stature. WELLES So, he sent you, gave you the money, his errand-boy. And if you refused, it wasn't like you could tell anyone your pervert boss just asked you to get him a snuff film. That's the beauty of lawyer/client privilege. (CONTINUED) I 85. LONGDALE That's trust. Mr. Christian trusted me implicitly. WELLES Must have paid you a lot, for you to risk everything. Would've had to have cut yourself a real nice piece of money. LONGDALE I was well compensated. WELLES That's why you got scared when Mrs. Christian hired me. You knew about the film, figured it had to be in that safe. How'd you find me? LONGDALE Fever mind how I found you. WELLES Followed me... must have freaked out when you saw me closing in on your buddies... LONGDALE They're no friends of mine. WELLES Except, you're willing commit murder with them. LONGDALE None of this would be hmening if you would have left it a one. if you weren't digging up a girl who died six years ago. A girl no one even remembers. WELLES Mary Anne Mathews, that was her name. Her mom remembers her. Welles looks at Longdale. WELLES You found these smut dealers and asked to buy a snuff film, right? wanted them to find you one. Well, they didn't find you one, Longdale, they went out and made you one ... Shut up. WELLES (CONTINUED) WELLES Ma Anne Mathews was alive till you pa money to have her murdered. 'LONGDALE Shut your mouth and drive! WELLES Did it get him off, huh, watching them cut her up? Tell me, because I really want to understand. Did he erk off to it? You watch it with im, sit there giving him a handjob while you both watched... ? Longdale jams the gun against Welles, side. LONGDALE You're making me very angry. WELLES Just tell me. Tell me some more of the secrets you and Christian shared. What kind of degenerate pervert was he really? What the fuck did he want with a snuff film? LONGDALE You're asking me why? I I m asking. WELLES Longdale sits back, wipes sweat from his face. LONGDALE A man like Mr. Christian, a great man ... all his money, all his power ... a man who attained everything there was to attain... WELLES Why did he buy a film of some poor, lost girl getting butchered? LONGDA.LE Isn't it incredibly obvious? Enlighten me. WELLES LONGDALE Because he could. he did it because he could. (pause) What other reason were you looking for? Welles tightens his grip on the wheel, numbed. 86. (CONTINUED) 87. L. EXT. CHASE MANHATTAN BANK -- DAY Welles double parks, puts his hazard lights on. INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS Longdale sits forward, looks to the bank. LONGDALE You've got four minutes till I call Mr. Velvet and let him know there's a problem. Lon dale takes a CELLULAR PHONE from his pocket, shows it Welyes climbs out, heading to the bank... INT. BANK, SAFE DEPOSIT VAULT -- DAY Welles and the SAFE DEPOSIT MANAGER enter. They go to put their KEYS in one drawer, unlocking it a pulling it out. MANAGER May I show you to a booth... WELLES No, I've got it. Welles pulls the drawer open, takes the 8MM film out and hands the empty drawer to the manager, exiting. INT. BANK -- DAY Welles comes out from the SAYE DEPOSIT VAULT, pocketing thi film, crossing towards the entrance, looking around ... . at other CUSTOMERS waiting on line ... . at a GUARD with a GUN at his side... Welles detours, toward one of the LOAV DESKS. The BANK EMPLOYEE behind the desk is occupied, on the phone. As Welles moves past the desk, he grabs a PAIR of SCISSORS from a pencil holder and palms it, heading to the door... INT. WELLES' CAR -- DAY Welles gets behind the wheel. Longdale looks at his watch. LONGDALE You almost went over your limit Fuck you. WELLE -Q Welles puts the car in gear and drives. (CONTINUED) 88. LONGDALE Give me the film. WELLES You'll get it when we get there. Longdale puts the gun to the side of Welles, head. LONGDALE Give me the film. WELLES Go ahead, shoot me. Then tr~rains driving to Brooklyn with my all over the windshield. Welles keeps driving. Longdale sits back, stewing. INT. WAREHOUSE -- DAY The door is kicked open. Welles enters, takes the 8MM FILM out and holds it in his hand. Longdale follows. As Welles moves forward, his face goes slack machine is seated on the bed, Eddie and Dino stand smoking cigarettes, and further on, Max is tied to the target, slumped over, three arrows in his chest. Dead. No! ! WELLES Welles runs towards Max, crying out, tears in his eyes... Machine rises, goes to intercept Welles, grabbing him. welles tries to break free, but Machine lifts Welles up and throws him brutally to the ground. Welles scrambles to get up... You fuckers! WELLES Eddie comes to KICK Welles in the face. welles is sent sprawling, blood gushing fron, his nose. He lays there, stunned, weeping. Eddie pries the 8MM FILM from Welles' hand, tosses it.. Dino catches the film. Machine comes to drag welles towards the bed. Dino unspools the film, holding it up to exanine it. Machine handcuffs Welles to the metal bedframe. welles falls to his knees, holding his face. Eddie PUNCHES Welles in the head. (CONTINUED) 89. EDDIE You're a dead man. DINO VELVET Leave him alone. Fuck off. EDDIE Eddie PUNCHES Welles in the kidney. Welles tries to protect himself. Eddie raises his fist to unch again, but Machine catches Eddie's fist, throws Eddie Eack... EDDIE What the fuck... DINO I promised him to Machine. Eddie looks up at Machine, who towers over him. ... sorry... EDDIE DINO VELVET First things first. You might want to watch this, Mr. Welles... Welles looks up through tears... Dino drops the 8MM FILM on the floor, takes a small bottle of lighter fluid from his pocket. Longdale comes to watch Welles watches helpless, agonizing... Don't ... WELLES please ... Dino drops the film to the floor, sp~ays it with fluid, takes out matches, light one, drops it... The 8MM FILM goes up in flame ... Welles watches, quaking, hysterical, trying to pull himself towards the flame, dragging the bed... The film is destroyed by flame.. welles gives up, presses his face to the floor, eyes shut. DINO VELVET And so it ends. 1+%-.Is as if she never existed. welles falls back, gasping, wiping blood and tears and spittle f rorn his f ace, getting slowly, to his f eet - DINO VELVET Don't blame yourself~. You were in way over your head. (CONTINUED) 90. He looks to Max's corpse, to the smoldering film... Swallowing back his fear, panic and rage ... WELLES Motherfuckers. Small time, motherfuckers... Tell me something... welles spits blood, hangs onto the bed for support. WELLES I know why you did it, Dino, Eddie but, why'd the lawyer do it? Must have been a helluva lot of money, right? one fuckload of money welles sits on the bed, eyes burning with fury. WELLES So, what are you all still doing small time, huh? What are you still doing in the sewer, Eddie?! Christian gave Longdale a million dollars to find him a snuff film. How much did you ever see ... ? Eddie and Dino look to Longdale. EDDIE What's he talking about? WELLES one million dollars, Dino. How much did he tell you he had ... Longdale's getting very nervous. He I s lying. LONGDALE WELLES Look at him. You think he.played it square? How much did he g~ve I how much,did he keep for himseTofu? Eddie walks towards Longdale ... EDDIE What the fuck's he talking about? Lonvdale takes out his gun, aims it at Machine, Dino and Eddie, scared ... LONGDA.1 Stay away f rom me. (CONTINUED) 111~ 91. DINO VELVET What,s going on, Longdale? Did this happen? EDDIE You sell us short, you fuck? LONGDALE Stay back! You have a gun, Eddie, show it to me. Now! Eddie slowly takes out his gun, seething. LONGDALE Put it on the ground, kick it here... Eddie puts the cjun down, kicks it ... Longdale picks it up, throws it far away. EDDIE You fucking lawyer... LONGDALE Move back! All of you... move! Machine, Dino and Eddie stand between Longdale and the car with tinted windows parked across the warehouse ... DINO VELVET what were you thinking? Welles watches as Machine, Dino and Eddie back slowly away from Longdale. Longdale's gun hand is shaky... Welles tries to drag himself towards the table where his gun and bullets are, dragging the bed, inch by inch ... Longdale back away, trying to angle around the menacing trio so he can get to the car... LONGDALE Back off! Everything's been taken care of, and I'm leaving now... DINO VELVET You're not oing anywhere if you fucked us, Tawyer. I I rn leaving. LONGDALE EDDIE You got the guts, touch kill us all, is that it? DINO VELVET You betrayed us. guy? Gonna (CONTINUED) LONGDALE Stay where you are! Machine edges forward, holding his hands in the air. Longdale brandishes the gun... Keep back! LONGDALE Machine, Eddie and Dino are held at bay... DINO VELVET You're not gonna live through this. 92. Welles still tries to get to the table, wrist bleeding in the cuff, bed screeching across the floor... Machine, hands up, slowly reaches behind his shoulder, touches the handle of a huge KNIFE sheathed to his back. LONGDA.LE our business is done, I'm leaving, no one's going to stop me... Longdale glances towards the car, seems like he's about to make a run for it. Dino Velvet takes a step forward... Fuck you! DINO VELVET Machine unsheathes the KNIFE and THROWS ... THUNK! The knife imbeds to the hilt in Longdale's chest and Longdale's gun FIRES ... Dino Velvet flies backwards, shot in the face! Dino hits the ground, screaming, writhing, hands to his face, blood pouring out between his fingers. Long4ale falls back onto his ass, sitting there, eyes bugged out in surprise. He looks down at the knife in his chest. Machine lets out a SCREAM, runs to Dino... Machine falls to his knees and grips Dino, tries to hold him. Dino's screaming, squirming frantically... Longdale sits looking down at the knife in his up, and gallons of blood pour fror. his mouth ... Fuck - chest, looks EDDIE Eddie comes to look down at the Longdale. Longdale falls back, dead, blood still flowing from his maw. Welles drags the heavy bed, getting closer to the table ... (CONTINUED', 93. Eddie spins, looks across to see Welles struggling.. Dino breaks free from Machine, runs blindly, still holding his gushing face, falls, tries to get back up... Eddie runs towards Welles. Dino stumbles forwards, writhing, then suddenly lays still. Machine rises, lookin at Dino. Tears come out from Machine's eyes and royl down his mask. One last gasp and shudder from Dino's body; death rattle. Welles pulls the bed, practically pulling his arm from the socket, desperately clawing towards the table... The table is mere feet away... Eddie arrives, KICK Welles in the ribs ... Welles recoils. Eddies KICKS again. ball. Eddie KICKS again... MACHINE (O.S.) WO! Eddie stops, looks to Machine. He I s mine! MACHINE Welles curls into a Machine strides over the Longdale's corpse, puts his foot on Longdale's chest, yanks out the knife ... Machine starts this way... Eddie backs from Welles. Welles looks up, trying to shake off unconsciousness, sees Machine coming... Welles bows down, on his knees, as if to accept his fate ... Reaching his free hand into his suit pocket ... WELLES No, no, no ... please, don't kill me ... please ... ! Machine arrives, knife in hand, lifts Welles, head back by the hair, brings the knife hand back ... Do him good. EDDIE Welles rises suddenly, arm shooting for-ward, STABBING SCISSORS deep in Machine stomach ... Machine ROARS, falling back, pitching forward ... Machine's knife clatters to the grount'. Eddie's eyes go wide. (CONTINUED) 94. Machine hits the floor, clutching his guts. Welles pushes upwards with all he's got left, turns the iron bedframe onto its side, flipping the mattress off ... Eddie moves forward, furious ... Welles grabs Machine's knife, wielding it, holding Eddie off. WELLES Back off, Eddie... Welles drags the now lightened bed frame towards the table. Eddie's sorely tempted, but keeps away. Eddie turns, looks across the warehouse ... There's his gun, lying there, far away. Eddie runs for the gun. Welles pulls himself to the table, reaches for the gun, knocks the table over. He's got the gun, but ... Bullets hit the floor as the table falls. Welles struggles to open his gun with his sole free hand, gets it open, holds it between his knees ... Welles grabs a bullet ... Eddie's running toward his gun, gasping for air ... Machine's on his knees, pulling the scissors out with trembling hands ... Welles puts the bullet in the gun, flips it shut, rises, taking ain across the warehouse... WELLES Stop Eddie! Eddie's running... WELLES (pulls back the hammer) I swear to Christ I'll shoot you in the back ... ! Eddie stops, hands up, about ten feet from his gun ... machine stays on his knees, holding his bleeding stomach. Welles points his gun at Machine. WELLES Come back, or I put a hole in him. Eddie's looking at his gun, so close, so far away. (CONTINUED) 95, WELLES You might make it to your gun, but not before I shoot Machine. And if I-have to shoot him because of you, and I don't kill him, ri ht after he kills me, he's gonna kily you. Eddie turns, starts walking back... WELLES (to Machine) Take off the mask. Machine shakes his head. Take it off! WELLES MACHINE You got one bullet. Welles looks to see Eddie heading back, keeps the gun on Machine, backs away, dragging the bed frame, looks to the DOOR behind him... MACHINE The only choice you have now, is which one of us kills you. welles backs away, drags the bedframe. Eddie's getting close. Welles points the gun at Eddie. Eddie slows. Welles points the gun at Machine, points the gun at Eddie. Welles puts the gun to the chain of his handcuffs., FIRES ... breaks the handcuff chain. Welles bolts to the door... Get the gun! MACHINE Eddie runs back towards his gun. Machine rises with a grunt of pain, moves towards the door, but agony doubles him back over to his knees. EXT. BROOKLYN WAREHOUSE -- DAY Welles shoves out into daylight, fleeing down the stairs, running towards his car... INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY 0 welles climbs in, gets out his keys, starts the car ... He pulls away, TIRES SCREECHING. Behind, Eddie gives chase, running, FIRING his gun... Welles ducks as BULLETS SLA-M the car, SHATTERING WINDOWS. I 96. 111~ EXT. BROOKLYN STREETS -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Welles' car picks up speed, takes a turn, BURNING RUBBER... Behind, Eddie curses, runs back to the warehouse. INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Welles glances back, ENGINE ROARING. He tries to keep from crying, steers with one hand, holds his bleeding face. EXT. BROOKLYN STREETS -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Welles' car races away. INT. WELLES' HOME, KITCHEN -- DAY Amy looks tired, like she hasn't slept. She feeds Cindy. PHONE RINGS. Amy goes to answer it... Hello? AMY (into phone) WELLES (V.0.) (from phone) Amy, it's me. Listen very carefully.. AMY (into phone) Tom? Where have you been. INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Welles drives, face caked in dried blood, cellular phone to his ear. The HIGHWAY rushes past out the car window. WELLES (into phone) Any, just listen. Take Cindy and get out of the house. Do it now. Go to a hotel and stay there ... AMY (V. 0. (from phone) What's wrong? Are you alright? WELLES (into phone) I'm okay. Please, honey, I can't explain. Don't use the phone, just pack a bag and get out. I'm on my way. I'll be back at the house in three hours. Call me from the hotel when you get there ... What's going on? AM'i (V. 0. ) (CONTINUED) 97. WELLES Just do it, Amy, please, go. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Amy hangs up, scared. She goes to grab Cindy up into her arms, hurrying out of the kitchen and going upstairs. EXT. HIGHWAY -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY Welles' car tears down the freeway, passing other cars. EXT. WELLES' NEIGHBORHOOD -- NIGHT Suburban streets. Welles, car arrives, parks. Welles gets out, starts across a neighbor's yard, cuts between houses ... EXT. WELLES' HOUSE, BACKYARD -- NIGHT Welles enters his backyard, slowing, taking out his gun. He keeps behind shrubbery, surveying his dark house. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, DOWNSTAIRS LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Welles uses a key to unlock the SLIDING GLASS DOOR, opens it slow, enters, gun up, searching the darkness. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, OFFICE -- NIGHT Welles pushes the door open, checks this roo,-,. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BEDROOM -- NIGHT Welles makes sure the bedroom's empty, looks in the bathroom. He puts his gun away, leaves the lights off. He goes to the PHONE on the bedside table, unscrews the earpiece. He removes a small, wire-mesh BUGGING DEVICE. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, KITCHEN -- NIGHT Dark. Welles picks up the cordless phone, struggles to pry the receiver open. He discovers another small BUG. He drops the BUGS to the floor, crushes ther under foot. He puts the phone back together and is replacing it when RINGS LOUDLY. Welles is startled, drops the phone ... Welles takes a breath, trying to shake off the jitters. picks up the RINGING PHONE, answers it ... WELLES (into phone) Honey ... ? I (CONTINUED) f 98 MACHINE (V.0.) (from phone) Not quite. welles stiffens. MACHINE (V.0.) Nothing like getting home after a rough day. Home sweet home. Welles moves into the H"L, towards the front door... MACHINE (V-O-) Walk away ack your bags, put the wife and iidpln the car and mind a place to hide. If you're lucky, you'll never see me again. Welles takes out his gun, o~ens the front door, looking out. The street in front of the ouse is empty. CRICKETS CHIRP. WELLES I don't know if I can do that. MACHINE (V.0.) I know who you are. I know where you live. I know everything I need to know to find you. (pause) Who am I? MACHINE is HEARD RANGING UP the phone. INT. HOTEL ROOM -- WIGHT Cindy's crying. ~my opens the door with the chain on, sees Welles, lets him in. Amy and Welles embrace, kissing. Amy touches Welles damaged face, worried ... AMY What happened to you? WELLES I'm okay, honey, I'm okay. Are you alright? AMY What's going on, Tom? What happened? WELLES I can't tell you, Any. You know I can't. You have to irust me... Tom. . A.M -.,- (CONTINUED) WELLES It has to be this way for now. It won't be long. S9. welles goes to pick up Cindy,.tries to comfort her, kisses her red face as she keeps crying. ANY Why haven't you called? Why don't you answer your phone? WELLES I don't know. I'm sorry... AMY You're sorry? What was I supposed to think? Amy comes to take Cindy from him. AMY You owe me an explanation. You can't treat me like this. WELLES I wanted to call. I couldn't. AMY You couldn't? WELLES You don't understand ... AMY No, I don't, because you're not telling me anything! WELLES I was in hell. if I called you... if I heard your voice ... it would have been so easy for me to quit. I couldn't do that. Tears comes to Amy's eyes. AMY You should have. WELLES Amy, I'm not going to let anything happen to us. AMY Look where we are. Look at yourself. You son of a bitch, you don't have any idea what you're putting me through ... (CONTINUED) 100. WELLES I don't know what to say AMY You're killing me... Don't... WELLES AMY What was I supposed to think happened to you?! Amy... WELLES Welles goes to Amy, but.she pulls away. She sits on the bed. Cindy's still crying. Welles sits beside Amy, puts her arms around her. Forgive me. WELLES Amy cradles Cindy. Welles rests his head on Amy's shoulder, places one hand on Cindy. WELLES We have to stay here a few days. I'll g~t more clothing from the house if I can. I'm sorry. (pause) We're going to be okay. Welles rises. He goes to the PHONE, starts dialing. Amy looks at him, wipes tears. AMY Who are you calling? WELLES Mrs. Christian. What? AMY WELLES She's all I've got. witness. AMY Tom... she's dead. Welles looks to Any. She's dead. AM, Y WELLES That can't be. I just.. She's the onl y (CONTINUED; 101. AMY She died in her sleep three days ago. it was in the paper... WELLES I just talked to her. Cindy's cryinq. Welles sits into a chair, trying to understand this, his mind racing. He hangs up the phone. AMY How could you not know? misery pulls down the corners of Welles, mouth. He tries to find words, but none come. He sits forward and hides his face in his hands, overwhelmed. Cindy's crying. INT. HOTEL ROOM -- LATER NIGHT Cindy sleeps, encircled by pillows and blankets on the bed. Amy watches her, runs her hand gently across Cindy's head. Amy rises, turns out the light, goes to a BALCONY DOOR... EXT. HOTEL ROOM, BALCONY -- NIGHT Welles sits with his feet up on the balcony rail, looking into the parking lot. Amy joins him, sits. AMY Promise you'll stay. Welles looks at Amy. WELLES Promise you won't go back there, wherever you were. Whatever it was, forget it. Welles takes a deep breath, nods his head. Promise me. AMY Welles looks out into the night sky of stars. I promise. WELLES Any comes to kiss Welles. Welles wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. She holds hirn. INT. HOTEL ROOM -- LATER NIGHT Any Is asleep on the bed beside Cindy. Welles comes out fro-, the bathroom in a fresh shirt and suit, turns off the bathroom light. He stands looking at Cindy and Amy. 102. EXT. HOTEL -- WIGHT Welles exits the hotel, heading to his Ford. INT. WELLES' CAR -- NIGHT welles drives, staring ahead. Through the windshield, the headlights illuminate the endless roadway. EXT. KENNEDY AIRPORT -- NIGHT Airplanes take flight. Manhattan glitters in the distance. EXT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING -- DAY Eddie Poole's building. A typically bright, sunny LA day. In the street, Welles parks a rental car, gets out. INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, 8TH FLOOR HALL -- DAY ELEVATOR doors open and welles gets off. He moves down the hall, around a corner, heading to "Celebrity Films. 11 Welles tries the door knob, finds it locked. He looks around, takes two steps back, KICKS forward... SMASHES the translucent glass of the door... INT. CELEBRITY FILMS OFFICE -- DAY Welles pushes broken glass out of the way, reaches in to open the door. The office has been cleaned out, trash on the floor, desk drawers hanging open and empty, shelves empty, posters gone ... Welles grabs one of the file cabinets, pulls it open, finds it empty, pulls it all the way out and throws it. INT. 8TH FLOOR HALLWAY -- DAY People peer out from other offices, worried. Welles exits Eddie's office, ignoring them, goes around the corner, straight to the STAIRWELL, heading downstairs ... EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS -- DAY Welles rental car parks down the hill. Welles climbs out, walking up the hill, heading for Eddie's ramshackle HOUSE. EXT. EDDIE'S HOUSE, GARAGE -- DAY under the stilts of the porch, Welles passes Eddie's car, looks in to see it loaded with BOXES and belongings. welle!, moves on to a door at the back of the garage. He takes out LOCK-PICKINC-7 TOOLS. 103, INT. EDDIE'S HOUSE, STAIRWAY -- DAY Welles enters slow, pockets the tools, takes out his gun. FOLLOW him up the stairs, into a hallway, past a LAUNDRY ROOM with washer and dryer, into a LIVING ROOM... Welles swee s the room with his g7un, wired. Eddie's house is predictaEly a trash heap, strewn with VIDEOS, MAGAZINES, dirty DISHES and fast food remnants. welles moves on... INT. EDDIE'S BEDROOM -- DAY Eddie's throwing clothing into a suitcase, hurried. Welles comes into the doorway, taking aim, edging forward. Hello, Eddie. Eddie spins, startled. WELLES WELLES Put your hands on your head. Eddie looks out of the corner of his eye ... to his GUN. WELLES Put your hands behind your head, lock your finger together, get down on your knees. Eddie does as commanded, gets to his knees. Welles moves towards him, ve:Fy nervous, white-knuckling the gun. He KICKS Eddie in the stomach, doubles him over. WELLES I owe you a few. Welles KICKS again. INT. EDDIE'S KITCHEN -- DAY welles enters the filthy kitchen, carrying Eddie's gun. At the sink, Welles pops the gun's clip. He pushes the bullets out into his palm, one by one. He dumps the bullets into the GARBAGE DISPOSAL, drops the clip in, turns it on. The DISPOSAL makes a terrible GRINDING NOISE, straining, till it finally goes dead. INT. EDDIE'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY Welles goes to the picture window and closes the curtains. He turns on a lamp, goes back towards the bedroom. After a moment, he returns, dragging Eddie on the floor ... Eddie's bleeding out his nose, hands DUC-TAPED together behind his back, legs bound at the ankle, dragged by a belt around his neck, choking ... (CONTINUED) 104. Welles drops the belt, undoes it from Eddiets neck. Eddie gasps for air. Welles pulls him up, puts him on the couch. WELLES Don't go anywhere. Welles heads for the stairs ... EXT. EDDIE'S GARAGE -- DAY Welles goes to Eddie car, tries the door, it's unlocked... IN THE CAR Welles takes the thick THOMAS GUIDE map book off the dash. INT. EDDIE'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY Welles returns. Eddie's on the floor, wriggling. Welles drops the Thomas Guide on the coffee table, picks Eddie up, throws him back onto the couch. EDDIE I'm gonna kill you. WELLES Don't bore me with that bullshit. EDDIE How'd you find me here? Welles PUNCHES Eddie in the ear. WELLES Don't ask questions. EDDIE Fuck you! Welles PUNCHES Eddie in the same ear. Welles rubs his aching knuckles. WELLES Starting to recognize a pattern? EDDIE What do you want? WELLES Who is Machine? EDDIE I don't know ... WELLES I want his narie. EDDIE I told you, I don't know. Eddie's hurting. (CONTINIU-ED) 105. WELLES I will never get tired of hurting you, Eddie, so you might want to change your attitude. EDDIE What the fuck am I gonna Protect that freak for? He was Dino's boy, not mine. He shows up with his mask on, leaves with his mask on. Pobody knows. welles kicks junk off a chair, sits, takes out his gun. WELLES Ok ack to that. So, i:y, we'll come b s ears ago a guy contacts you, through the classifieds, over the phone, however he does it. It's Longdale, looking for a snuff film. And you, entrepreneur that you are, tell him you can hook him up. EDDIE Yeah, the fucking lawyer. WELLES Told him you could get him a snuff film. Yeah. EDDIE WELLES How much did he pay you? EDDIE Thirty thousand each, that fucking cocksucker. WELLES That's all? Thirty each. That's all it took for you to murder her? EDDIE It was a lot of fucking money. welles stands and paces, despairing. He picks up a LAMP and throws it, SHATTERS a MIRROR, keeps pacing ... WELLES So... you brought Dino in, and he brought Machine. And, one day, a girl walked into your office because you had an ad in the paper for models. And she never walked out. EDDIE Something like that. (CONTINUED) 10 6: WELLES What did you do, knock her out, shoot her up... ? EDDIE what the fuck do you want from me? WELLES I want to know. I want to know exactly what you did to her! EDDIE Fuck ou then, you want to know? I talkZ her up, told her how beautiful she was, told her she was gonna be a star. I told her I was gonna get her a screen test, and while I'm doing that, I got her a soda and dropped a mickey. When it was dark enough, I rang Dino and told him it was go time, I put her in the trunk of my car and we went and we fucking did it. That's what happened. She's dead. She's been dead a long fucking time. Nobody fucking cares! Welles puts down his gun, picks up the Thomas Guide, holding it in both hands, SWINGS -- SLAMS Eddie across the face ... Eddie's stunned, lips bleeding. He faces forward. EDDIE You wanted to know, now you know. Welles SWINGS the Thomas Guide -- POUNDS Eddie's face again. welles drops the Thomas Guide in a chair, picks up his gun, leaves the room... INT. EDDIE'S KITCHEN -- DAY Welles enters, starts looking through DRAWERS, searching. He finds SILVERWARE, selects a serrated STEAK KNIFE... INT. EDDIE'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY Welles returns, goes to grasp Eddie by the shirt collar, drags him to the floor, face down. Welles stands on Eddie neck, uses the knife to cut the duct tape on Eddie's hands. EDDIE That's right, motherfucker, cut me loose. Be a man. Welles tosses the knife, gun trained on Eddie, picks up the Thomas Guide and throws it at Ed-4ie... (CONTINUED) Is Show me! WELLES 107. Eddie, hands now free, pushes himself to a seated position, looks at the Thomas Guide. WELLES Show me where you did it, on the map, exactly where youdid it. Why? EDDIE WELLES Because we're going there. EXT. 134 FREEWAY -- DAY welles, rental car SPEEDS down the highway, east towards Pasadena, leaving the City of Los Angeles on the horizon. EXT. MOUNTAIN HIGHWAY -- DAY Welles' car travels a winding HIGHWAY that serpentines up into the scenic, forested SAN BERNADINO MOUNTAINS. EXT. BIG BEAR -- DUSK The sun is low. Big Bear Lake is vast, surrounded by wilderness on all sides. welles, car follows a TWO-LANE ROADWAY that runs along the lake's southern shore. Welles' car passes sporadic SUMMER HOMES and CABINS. EXT. DESERTED ROADWAY -- NIGHT Heavy forests border close to the road. Welles, car travels alone, headlights on, slowing as it comes to an overgrown gravel DRIVEWAY with a rusty CRAIN strung across it. IN THE CAR welles leans forward to look up at an old SIGN of broken neon and peeled paint: "Big Bear Motor Lodge-" Welles pulls forward, puts the car in reverse ... ON THE ROADWAY Welles' car backs up, angling, till the rear bumper comes against the chain, BACKING... till the CRAIN SNAPS. welles, car pulls forward across the empty roadway, turns around ... accelerates down the overgrown driveway. EXT. BIG BEAR MOTOR LODGE -- NIGHT Welles' car comes down the driveway, into a small LOT. (CONTINUED) 108. IF THE CAR THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD: headlights reveal what's left of the abandoned MOTOR LODGE, a REGISTRATION OFFICE at the center with attached wings of rooms on both sides. The LEFT WING of rooms is a fire ravaged, burnt-out skeleton. what remains of the OFFICE and RIGHT WING is boarded over, falling apart. No window has gone unbroken. IN THE LOT Welles turns out headlights and parks. He gets out, walks to look U the driveway. A CAR is HEARD. HEADLIGHTS can be seen a g distance away through the forest as the CAR PASSES. Welles goes to his car, unlocks the trunk and opens it. Eddie's lying in there, arms and legs bound, gagged. INT. MOTOR LODGE ROOM -- NIGHT The door is shoved inward, h~nging crooked by one hinge. Eddie enters first, hands still bound behind him. Welles pushes Eddie forward, gun out. Welles turns on his penlight FLASHLIGHT, shining it into the room. There dead leaves all over the floor. The room's empty except for a CHAIR lying on its side. Welles sweeps the room with the inadequate light. This is where Mary Anne Mathews died, vaguely recognizable from the snuff film, without the furniture. EDDIE What are we doing here? Welles goes to the bathroom door, keeping the gun trained on Eddie, pushes the bathroom door open with his foot ... The bathroom's cracked MIRROR reflects the penlight and Welles' palely lit face. WELLES That night you didn't have to be in the room, but you were. (looks to Eddie) Why? Why did you watch? Eddie goes to the chair, tips it upright with his foot, sits. EDDIE I don't know. I felt like it. never saw anyone get done before WELLES You enjoy it? ( C 0 IZ T I NU E D ', 109. EDDIE Made me sick, but what did I care? What did I care if some hump wants to beat off to that. It was just something I was doing for money. WELLES Tell me what happened. EDDIE What do you want to know? You saw it, you saw the loop... WELLES Wobody saw you bring her in? EDDIE There wasn't nobody around. This place was a shit-hole. I backed up the car to the door and we carried her in ' like groceries. Dino made her eat a bunch of pills, we laid out the plastic, put film in the camera and Machine went to work. WELLES What did you do with her body? EDDIE Took it out the bathroom window. Buried it in the woods. Show me. WELLES EXT. BIG BEAR MOTOR LODGE -- NIGHT Eddie and Welles come around the corner of the abandoned motel, Eddie leading the way, Welles following with gun and flashlight, into the dense forest ... EDDIE What are you thinking you're gonna do ... ? welles shoves Eddie ahead. Keep moving. WELLES EDDIE Where do you think you're taking this, huh? Gonna be a big hero, avenge that little girl's death? Gonna make everything right with the world? How you gonna do that ... ? (CORTINUED) 11(. FURTHER ON Welles and Eddie come over a hill, deeper into the forest.. EDDIE You can't go to the cops. All you can do is cut me loose and walk away, because you got nothing... Stop talking. ELLES EDDIE You got absolute zero. WELLES Show me where you buried her. EDDIE I don't know... (nods to forest) ... out there somewhere. WELLES Where? Show me where. EDDIE I fucking don't know. What do you think... we weren't buryinq treasure. we didn't pace it out so we could come back and get it. We dug a hole and we put her in it. Your guess is as good as mine. Welles walks ahead of Eddie, distraught, shining his flashlight ahead across the indecipherable forest floor. EDDIE You'll never find her. Nobody ever will, and even if they did, it doesn't mean nothing. Bring in the cops, bring in the F.B.I., fuck lem all. Without the film, it never happened. Don't you get it? It's over. You can't do anything. Welles turns, aims his gun at Eddie, furious. WELLES I can kill you. I can leave you out here, just like you left her. Eddie's not backing down. Do it. EDDIE WELLES Don't think I won't. (CONTINUED) EDDIE Do it! Put me out of my misery so I don't have to listen to whining anymore. You thiJouit's so easy ? WELLES Easy enough for you. EDDIE I never killed anyone. WELLES That's right, YOU just stood there and watched, because you "felt like it-" Almost makes you worse. EDDIE What do you want? You want me to fall to my knees and start crying like a baby... ? Eddie walks towards Welles. Welles backs away... EDDIE Wherejou going? You're the one with e gun. Aren't I defenseless enough? Come on... Eddie comes ahead, defiant, the gun inches from his fac EDDIE Go ahead and kill me. Kill me with that gun, your gun, right, reyistered in your name? Dig the ho e yourself, with your bare hands, bury the body with your bullets in it. Fucking do it! Welles step forward, presses the g-un against Eddie's forehead, pulls back the hammer ... e . Eddie just stares back at Welles with hatred in his eyes. Welles is terrified, unsure... trying to muster the courage to do it ... gun hand trembling... finger on the trigger... IFT. MOTOR LODGE ROOM -- NIGHT Eddie's thrown face down to the floor. Welles comes to sit on Eddie's back, facing Eddie's feet, holsters his gun, takes out duct tape and grabs Eddie's feet, wrapping them... YOU pussy. EDDIE welles keeps going around Eddie's ankles w-Lith the duct tape, till Eddie's securely bound. (mNTINL'ED~) He rips the tape roll free and gets up, walking out... EDDIE Fucking pussy! EXT. MOTOR LODGE -- FIGHT Welles pulls the door closed behind him, walks to his car. IV THE CAR Welles opens the passenger door and sits, shaken, at his wit's end. He opens the glove compartment, finds cigarettes, digs one out and lights it. He looks back to the motel room. 112. He looks down to the glove compartment, at his CELLULAR PHONE. After a moment, Welles picks up the phone, looks at it in his hand. IN THE LOT welles gets out of the car, gets.up on the hood, lays back, staring at the sky. He closes his eyes, smokes. Welles opens the phone, looks at the illuminated numbers. He digs in his suit jacket pocket, takes out his notepad, pages through, studies one page. Welles sits up. He gathers himself, throws his cigarette, dials a number, puts the cellular to his ear, afraid... MRS MATHEWS (V.0.) (from phone) Hello... ? WELLES (into phone) Mrs. Mathews? It's Thomas. Do you remember, I was there a few weeks ago... asking about your daughter... MRS MATHEWS (V-O-) (fron phone) I remember. You just left ... WELLES (into phone) I have to tell you something. It won't be easy for you to hear. It's about your daughter... Mary Anne ... (struggling) I ... when I was there with you, her diary, in your attic, in silverware. if you read 11 know what Iln telling you When I found a box of it, you I is true ... (CONTINUED) 11 113. Welles climbs off the car, paces, aching with misery... MRS MATHEWS (V-0 What are you talking about... ? WELLES She went to California, to Los Angeles ... she wanted to start over. She wanted to be an actress... What... ? MRS MATHEWS (V-0-) Tears comes to Welles, eyes. It's the hardest thing he's ever had to do in his entire life. WELLES Mrs, Mathews, your daughter is dead. She's dead. Who is this... ? MRS MATHEWS WELLES Someone... some men, they took your daughter and they drugged her, and they took her to a motel room... they did terrible things to her... Who are you? MRS MATHEWS (V.0.) WELLES They brought her into the room. one man, he put a knife to her throat and he raped her... No ... MRS MATHEWS WELLES He raped her and... and-and he murdered her... he cut her up with knifes ... MRS MATHEWS Vo ... no ... no... WELLES They killed her, and they took her out in the forest somewhere and they buried her ... MRS MATHEWS (V-O-) Why ... why are you doing this to me ... 17 1 (CONTINUED) 114. WELLES They murdered her, Mrs. Mathews, I'm sorry. It happened a month after she ran away. She's been dead all this tire... MRS MATHEWS is HEARD SCREAMING, lettin out a CHOCKING SOB. Welles falls back against the car, hol9s his head, weeping... WELLES, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... there wasn't anything anyone could do... Welles pushes disconnect, lowers the phone, drops it to the ground, utterly drained. He puts his forearm over his eyes, gasping, sucking air... He looks to the motel room, tamping down his sorrow, willing it to fuel his rage ... He takes out his gun, hands unsteady, determined, opens the gun and pours the bullets out. He closes the gun and walks towards the motel room... INT. MOTOR LODGE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS Welles SHOVES the door aside. The door's hinge breaks and the door falls... Eddie sits propped up against one wall, turns to look... The door SLAMS to the floor. Welles moves forward, enraged, closing on Eddie, raising his arm with the gun grasped by the butt ... Eddie's eyes go wide with fear ... Welles SWINGS the gun down at Eddie's head... EXT. MOTOR LODGE -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS The only SOUNDS come from the NIGHT FOREST. CRICKETS and distant BIRDS. We can't see anything but the TOTAL DARKNESS through the open door of the room. A CAR is HEARD, getting LOUDER as it passes, FAINTER as it gets further away. Finally, Welles comes to the door-way, in shock, steadying himself against the door frame, shirt and suit spattered red. His gun hand and gun are soaked with dripping blood. Welles looks back into the room , backing away. He turns and goes to his car ... IN THE CAR welles climbs in the driver's side, shoves his bloodv gun into his holster, tries to wipe blood from his hand onto his shirt, revolted. He starts the car. (CONTINUED) 115. INT. EDDIE'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Welles enters -and crosses through ... IFT. EDDIE'S KITCHEN -- NIGHT Welles goes to the kitchen sink, turns on the water, starts scrubbing his bloody hands, using dishwashing liquid, scrubbing his hands desperately under running water. EXT. EDDIE'S GARAGE -- NIGHT Welles comes out of the house, goes to open the rear door of Eddie's car, looking through BOXES of Eddie's belongings... INT. EDDIE'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Welles comes up the stairs with a BOX, dumps the contents onto the living room floor: it's CHILD PORNOGRAPHY, Eddie's collection from the office, HUNDREDS of PHOTOS... INT. EDDIE'S KITCHEN -- NIGHT Welles pulls open Eddie's cabinets, searching. He finds POTS and PANS, choosing a few of the largest ... EXT. EDDIE'S GARAGE -- NIGHT Welles uses a cut piece of GARDEN HOSE, siphoning GAS out from Eddie's car, filling several kitchen POTS ... INT. EDDIE'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Welles comes up the stairs, carries POTS of gasoline, dumps the gasoline onto the pile of PHOTOGRAPHS ... INT. EDDIE'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT Welles dumps gasoline over Eddie's -bed ... INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Welles stands at the pile of gasoline soaked photos, taking out a MATCHBOOK, lighting one, lighting the whole book... EXT. EDDIE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT Welles walks down the dark hill, heading to his car. He gets in, starts the car and drives downhill, leaving the headlights off. BEHIND, the windows of Eddie's raLmshack HOUSE grow bright as FIRE SPREA.DS and CURTAINS BURN. INT. LOS ANGELES AIRPORT -- NIGFT le Welles stares ahead, in fresh shirt and suit, waiting at a CHECK-IN COUNTER. (CONTINUED) I The female AIRLINE AGENT behind the counter types in her COMPUTER, stamps his ticket. Welles shifts his gaze, something catches his eye. Beside a stapler on -the counter, a PAIR of SCISSORS AGENT There ou are, Mr. Welles, confirmed througK to Kennedy. Gate 32B. Welles stares, fixated on the SCISSORS. Mr. Welles? AGENT Welles looks to the agent holding up the ticket. Gate 32B. Welles accepts the ticket. AGENT EXT. MANHATTAN MOTEL -- NIGHT The Empire State Building in the distance says NYC, and a CAMERA PAN DOWN says another seedy MOTEL... INT. MOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT Welles sits at a small desk, looking through a PHONE BOOK, white pages, finds ... "HOSPITALS." Welles picks up the PHONE, chooses a number, dials i WELLES (into phone) Hello, can you connect me with the duty nurse? (waits) Hello, this is Lieutenant Anderson down here in the Thirteenth Precinct. I've got a helluva problem I was hoping you could give me a hand with. We had a stabbing incident a couple of days ago, and it looks like the supposed victim gave us a false name and address. Can you tell me if you had an adult nale with an abdominal wound in you E.R. in the last forty-eight hours? (listens) You'd remember this guy; a body- builder, real big guy, five foot eleven, with acne all over his chest and back ... (listens) Alright, thanks for your help. 116. t ... (CONTINUED', 117. Welles hangs up, uses a pen to cross out a number in the phone book, starts dialing the next number. DISSOLVE TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM -- LATER NIGHT Welles lies on the bed, on the phone, rubbing his eyes. WELLES (into phone) guy sticks out like a sore ~uml). Five foot ten or eleven, body-builder, bad acne ... (listen) Okay, thanks anyway. Welles gets up, hangs up, brings the phone back to the desk. DISSOLVE TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM -- MORNING The PHONE BOOK'S o en on the desk with nearly a hundred hospital phone nu=rs crossed out. WELLES (O.S.) ... abdominal wound. You'd know him if you saw him... Light cuts into the room from between the curtains. Welles paces, carrying the phone with him, weary. WELLES (into phone) He's a body-builder, stands just under six feet... Welles stops in his track, listening, suddenly attentive. WELLES (into phone) That's right ... covered in acne. That's him, that's the guy. Listen, we, uh... we think he filed a bogus re~ort on this stabbing, gave us a fa se name and address ... (1-istens) Yes, I'll hold. Welles goes to the desk, takes out his notepad. feeling his pockets for his pen, can't find it, telephone book, searching, looks under the desk.. He starts lifts the Welles ducks under the desk to crab the pen off the floor. (CONTINUED) 118. WELLES (into phone) Yes... yes. (sits, writing in pad) Christopher Higgins. Thirty- fifteen, Thirty Fifth Street. Where? Astoria, Queens. Welles is scribbling all this down in his notepad. EXT. QUEENS STREET -- DAY A relatively quiet residential street. HOMES are small, two storK affairs, close together, each ve7y much like its neig bor, some with tiny yards fenced in by brick walls. Welles, Ford comes slowly down the street. CHILDREN in school uniforms are heading off for the day in groups. Welles parallel parks. IN THE CAR Welles turns off the engine. He's watching a HOUSE on the other side of the street. The house is brick on the bottom, aluminum sidinq on top, quaint, with brick staircase from the front door down to a GARAGE underneath, plastic PINK FLAMINGOS on the small lawn. Cars pass in the street. Welles watches school children pass on the near sidewalk. He slumps down a little in his seat, adjusting the rearview mirror, adjusting his side mirror, rolling up the window. Welles takes a cautionary look around, takes out his gun, pours bullets out and pockets them. He picks up a PAPER BAG off the passenger seat and opens it. He takes out a long, thin metal FILE, pulling of f the shrink wrap packaging, feels the file with his thumb. Keeping his o en gun low under the steering wheel, Welles slides the fiye into the barrel, scraping gently all along the gun's inner barrel. DISSOLVE TO: INT. WELLES' CAR -- LATER DAY welles sits smoking a cigarette, watching the quaint house. He looks in his side mirror ... There's a large CAR coming down the block with its turn signal on. welles slumps a little lower. The car passes, slowing. The GJA-RAGE DOOR o-f the quaint house begins to open. (CONTINUED) 119. Welles watches ... -for the back Can~sreally see the driver of the car except of i head, but he's huge. It , s a good bet it's Machine. Beside him in the passenger seat is a GREY HAIRED OLD WOMAN. The car pulls'into the darkness of the quaint house's garage. After a moment, the OLD WOMAN comes from the g~rage, walks with a cane, wears glasses. She goes to the sidewalk, checks her MAILBOX, finds it empty. Welles watches. The old woman goes back to the garage. The garage door closes behind her. INT. WELLES' CAR -- NIGHT She goes inside. DISSOLVE TO: Welles still watches the house. There's a light on in one of the second floor windows, curtains closed. Welles yawns, shaking his head, trying to stay awake. At the quaint house, a light comes on in the front picture window. Looks like a livin room or dining room. The old woman comes to sit at a tabye. welles takes binoculars off the front seat... THROUGH BINOCULARS The old woman says something to someone we cannot see. She's at the dinner table, with a place setting in front of her. After a moment, someone joins her ... It's Machine, you can tell by his bulk, by his huge forearms. The lacy curtains of the window block part of our view, so we never see his face. IN THE CAR Welles lowers the binoculars, still watching. Through the window across the street, Machine can be seen putting ~ plate of food in front of the old woman. The old woman smiles up at him, says something. machine goes to light two candles on the table with matches, then goes back to stand beside the old woman. Machine is seen from behind, bends to give the old woman a kiss on the cheek, then leaves the roon- The old woman starts to eat. DISSOLVE TO: 120. INT. WELLES' CAR -- DAY Dawn light is st breaking. Welles has fallen asleep, slumped low begiund the wheel, snoring lightly. Welles awakens with a start, looking around, confused. He calms, rubbing his eyes, wiping sweat from his features. ACROSS THE STREET The quaint house's garage door begins to rise. IN THE CAR Welles sees this, keeps low, watching... The big car backs out into the street. The old woman's behind the wheel, wearing a hat, driving away, alone. Welles watches the car head away in the rear view mirror. ON THE STREET Welles gets out of his car, shuts the door quietly behind him. He starts walking towards the quaint house, looks all directions, making sure no one's around. Ahead, the garage door begins to close. Welles picks up the pace, trying not to look too conspicuous. The garage door's halfway down... Welles runs towards the garage, has to dive and roll to get there, but he makes it under the door just as it closes. ABOVE In ONE WINDOW of the quaint house, an eyeball is peering out from lacy curtains, then moves away and curtains fall shut. INT. QUAINT HOUSE, GARAGE -- DAY Welles gets up, takes out his gun, brushing off. The garage is dark, full of BOXES and JU`N`K. Welles moves towards the door to the house. INT. QUAINT HOUSE, BEDROOM -- DAY Machine, in t-shirt and jeans, seen only from behind, comes to a DRESSER and opens a bottom drawer. His huge hands push clothing aside, digging deep to the bottom of the drawer, taking out the WRESTLING MASK. Machine stands straight, pulling the mask down over his head. INT. BASEMENT -- DAY Welles enters from the gara?e, gun up. The dank basement i-a small. A PILE of LAUNDRY lies on the floor near a WASHING MACHINE. (CONTINUED) 121. SHEETS hang off several CLOTHES LINES strung across two metal poles. Welles leads with his gun... He moves around the sheets, looking behind them. There's a WOODEN STAIRCASE leading upstairs. Welles starts up, treading lightly, trying not to make a sound... INT. KITCHEN -- DAY Welles slowly opens the door to the kitchen, pointing his gun. No one here. The decor is feminine, neat and tidy. It's grandma's house, and it shows, with gaudy PRINT WALLPAPER everywhere, every shelf displaying HUMMEL FIGURINES or COLLECTORS PLATES. Very Home Shopping Network. INT. DINING ROOM/LIVING ROOM -- DAY Welles slowly opens the swinging door, entering from the kitchen, sweeping the room with his gun. No sign of Machine. The whole house is dead quiet. He passes the dining room TABLE where he watched the old woman eat last night ... passes fake PAINTINGS on the walls, of waterfalls and sunset mountain landscapes... moves into the living room area... Yellow shag CARPET. A pink SOFA is covered in clear plastic, facing an old TELEVISION in faux-wooden cabinet. Welles heads for a staircase leading to the second floor. Welles creeps up the stairs ... INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY -- DAY Welles comes up from the stairs, arrives at a closed DOOR. He opens the door. It's a linen closet, with TOWELS and SHEETS on shelves, and a shelf of MEDICINE. Welles shuts the door and moves on. There are TWO DOORS ahead, both closed. Welles takes the one to the right ... INT. MACHINE'S BEDROOM -- DAY Welles pushes the door in, enters warily There's a constant SCRATCHING HEARD. The room is iike a child's, except the BED is huge. Shelves are full of BOARDGAMES and COMIC BOOKS. A DANZIG POSTER on the wall. There's a RECORD PLAYER with LP RECORDS beside it. A record turns on the turntable, the needle caught at the center, SCRATCHING ... Welles eases his way over to the closet ... reaching... Pulls it open, steps back, gun up. Nothing. Just clothing. INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY -- DAY Welles crosses, opens the door across the hall, enters ... DOWN THE HALL, ver-y slowly, Machine's head rises on the stairs, in the garish wrestling mask, peering. 12 2 . INT. GRANDMA'S ROOM -- DAY Welles stays near the door, looks around. There's a fuzzy sky-blue COMFORTER on the bed, fuz% blue SLIPPERS nearby. Lots of bottles of MEDICINE on the edside table. Welles lowers his gun, takes a step back, into the hall ... INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY -- DAY Welles turns... Machine charges down the hall, screaming with rage, BOWIE KNIFE raised to kill... Welles brings his gun up, but Machine's upon him, stabbing... Welles catches Machine's hand, stops the knife. Machine grips Welles, gun hand, shoving him back... Welles is SLAMMED against the wall, grappling, gun hand pinned. Welles GUN GOES OFF, once... twice... BLOWING HOLES in the ceiling. machine's grunts, pushing the knife forward... closer to Welles, face ... closer... Welles struggles, overpowered. The tip of the horrible knife is inches away... Welles bends his knees, crouching, trying to gain distance from the blade... Machine pulls Welles gun hand lower, brings it against the swinging LAUNDRY CHUTE DOOR built into the wall, begins twisting Welles, hand back, trying to pry the gun loose ... Welles, looks out the corner of his eyes to his gun... Welles turns his gun hand, slowing struggling to ain the gun towards the knife, but it's awful close to his face ... The knife's shaking, less than an inch from Welles, cheek... Welles shuts his eyes and turns his head, letting out a CRY, FIRES his gun... The bullet BLASTS Machine's knife, knocks it away! Machine recoils for a millisecond, but brings his now free hand to Welles, throat, choking him. Welles, face reddens, bleeding from bullet fragments ... welles tries to pr-y Machine's fingers from his throat. Machine works on Welles, gun hand with violent, renewed effort -- SLAMS Welles' hand against the laundry chute ... SLAMS it ... SLAMS it ... till Welles DROPS the GUN ... The gun can be HEARD CLATTERING down the chute. (CONTINUED) 123. Machine brinys his hand to join the other around Welles, throat. Wel es can't break the grip... Welles PUNCHES Machine's face, till blood runs out from the mask's nose hole, but it's having no effect ... Welles brings his KNEE UP HARD -- into Mach4ine's stomach! Machine falls to his knees with a ROAR, holds his already wounded stomach, bleeding through his shirt... Welles falls, clutching his throat, gasping. He struggles to his feet, leaps past, headlong towards the stairs... Machine rises, charging after... OF THE STAIRCASE Welles.is TACKLED from behind... Welles and Machine TUMBLE down the stairs, SMASHING the wooden railing, toppling a BOOKSHELF ... LANDING HARD... Welles PUNCHES and KICKS, breaking free, running across living room. Machine rises to give chase ... Welles grabs a dining room CHAIR and THROWS it... Machine knocks the chair aside, keeps coming. Welles grips another chair, uses it to hold machine off ... Machine grips the chair by the legs. Welles SHOVES forward, pushes Machine back, letting go ... Welles dives under the dining table, crawling on his hands and knees, scrambling... Machine throws the chair, runs, leaps ... Machine lands on the table, crawls to the far edge, GRABBING down with his meaty fists as welles moves forward... Under the table, Welles jerks back, avoiding, then rises, extending his knees, PUSHING upwards from underneath... Welles FLIPS the table, throwing Machine to the floor... Welles charges towards the kitchen door, falls, gets up... Machine gets to his feet ... IN THE KITCHEN Welles SHOVES through the swinging door ... Machine BURSTS through, catching welles, TACKLING him... Welles hits the floor with Machine on top. Machine begins to rein PUNCHES down on Welles, head and back ... Welles tries to cover up, tak-Lng a real beatJng ... Machine rises, gripping Welles, LIFTING him, THROWS him... (CONTINUED) 124. Welles SMASHES into shelves of knick-knacks over the kitchen sink, SHATTERING a WINDOW, landing on the sink and counter. Machine comes to grip Welles again, drags him across the counter, KNOCKING EVERYTHING to the floor... Machine SWINGS Welles, releases him... Welles SLAMS the refrigerator and slumps to the ground, tries to stay conscious, trying weakl to get back up... Machine comes to Welles, gets on his Lees... Machine wraps his arm around Welles' neck from behind lyets him in a CHOKE HOLD, tightens his grip, cutting off We es airway with his forearm... welles tries to break Machine's impossible grip with one hand, beyins searching the floor with his other hand... frantica ly feeling for anything he can use... Welles' face is blood red... Welles' hand grasps desperately... finds a FORK, grips it... Welles SWINGS the fork back, STABS it into Machine's thigh! Machine SCREAMS, releases welles and falls back, reaching around to the fork... Welles gets to his knees, sucking air, turns to look... Machine crawls away, pulls the fork out with trembling fingers. Beyond him, there's the BASEMENT DOOR. Welles gets to his feet, looking... He grabs a FRYING PAN off the counter, gripping it in both hands and moving towards Machine ... Machine's getting Welles BASHES MachYpn~*in the face with an upward swing of the frying pan Machine is sent backpedalinig, CRASHING into the oven! Welles drops the pan, leaps over Machine, to the door... IN THE BASEMENT Welles comes down the stairs, falls when he gets to the bottom, barely has any strength left. He looks all directions, sees the LAUNDRY CHUTE in the ceiling... Welles gets up, stumbling, falls to his knees at the PILE of dirty LAUNDRY, starts digging through it, searching desperately, throwing clothing aside ... Behind, Machine comes down the stairs, a bloody mess ... Welles searches the laundry pile... (CONTINUE-n', 125. Machine reaches the bottom of the stairs, heading for Welles. Welles turns, has the GUN in hand, FIRES TWICE ... HITTING Machine in the shoulder and stomach, knocking Machine a few steps backwards... Welles FIRES ... Machine's HIT in the CHEST, falling back, into hanging laundry, pulling down the clothes line and sheets ... Machine hits the ground, wrapped in sheets. Welles stands, still aimin the gun, pulls the trigger on an empty chamber. Out of bulyets. Machine's tr * t pull free from the sheets, trying to get . ying o back up to his feet. Welles lets out a sob, drops the gun, walking to Machine Welles climbs onto Machine from behind, takes clothing line in hand, starts wrapping the cord around Machine's throat... Welles pulls back on the clothes line, pulling it tight... Machine tries to get his fingers around the cord. Welles stands, pulling tighter, p~ttin a foot on Machine's back, pulling the clothes line with ayl his might ... The cord's cutting into Welles, hand, drawing blood. Machine, face down, lets out a gurgling.sound, struggling, struggling... till he finally stops moving. Welles releases the cord, takes a step back, breathing hard, trembling. He looks around the basement. Welles walks to pick up his gun, replaces the gun in his holster. He stands looking at Machine. Welles walks to Machine, bends, grasps Machine wrestling mask, pulling it off. He rolls Machine over... Welles stares down at Machine. we never see Machine's face. INT. KITCHEN -- DAY Welles comes up from the basement, slow, hurting. He looks around at the damage done, looks down to see he's still holding Machine's mask. He drops it. EXT. QUAINT HOUSE -- DAY welles crosses the street, going to his car. He gets into his car, starts it, pulls out and drives away. 126. EXT. WELLES' HOUSE -- DAY BIRDS SING. KIDS are kicking around a soccer ball down the street. Welles' Ford arrives, pulls into the driveway. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, FRONT HALLWAY -- DAY Welles comes in the front door, still a horrible mess. I WELLES Hello?! Amy? He waits. The house is quiet. No one home. EXT. WELLES I HOUSE -- LATER DAY Dusk. A CAR comes down the street, slows ... IN THE CAR Amy sits forward, seeing Welles, car in the driveway. Cindy's in a child safety seat in back. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, FRONT HALLWAY -- DAY Any comes in the front door, carrying Amy. Tom?! No answer. AMY INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BEDROOM -- DAY Any pushes the bedroom door open and looks in. Welles is asleep on the bed, still in his clothing and shoes. Amy watches him sleep, sad. Amy backs out of the room, pulls the door shut. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, BEDROOM -- FIGHT Dark. Welles sleeps, still in bloody clothing. restless, shifting, MUTTERING under his breath. He's Bad dreams. welles suddenly sits bolt upright in the bed, looking around the dark room, breathing hard. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, KITCHEN -- NIGHT Cindy's in her high-chair by the table. Any's at the KITCHEN SINK, washing vegetables, peeling potatoes. Welles comes to stand in the doorvay behin:~ her. Any turns to look at him. it breaks her heart to see him so wounded, but she forces herself to continue working in the sink. (CONTINUED) 127. AMY How much forgiveness do you think I have in me? Welles comes into the kitchen, stands beside Cindy, puts his hand out and clasp's Cindy's tiny hand. WELLES I can't talk about it yet ... not yet. Amy keeps peeling potatoes, refuses to look at him. Welles looks down at Cindy, pats Cindy's head, looks back at Amy. He stands looking at Amy for a long moment. EXT. WELLES' HOUSE, BACKYARD -- DAY Welles wears his fishing cap, pushing his lawn mower,.mowing hislyard. He has done some healing, though his face is sti swollen and terribly bruised. INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT Welles feeds Cindy with one hand, eating his own dinner with the other. Amy's across the table, eating, watching them. INT. BASEMENT -- DAY Welles works on the WATER HEATER, wrench in hand, reading an instruction sheet. He puts the sheet aside, uses the wrench to begin loosening one of the pipe fittings. EXT. WELLES' HOUSE -- FIGHT Welles drags two GARBAGE CANS from the garage to the street, leaving them by the mailbox, walking back to the house. INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT welles and Amy are in bed. Any's asleep, on her side, facing away from Welles. Welles lays awake, on his back, staring up at the ceiling. INT. SUPERMARKET AISLE -- DAY Welles pushes a cart down one aisle. He looks at his LIST, takes a BOX of CEREAL off one shelf, puts it in the cart. INT. SUPERMARKET CHECK-OUT -- DAY Welles waits in line with his cart. He takes out his wallet, opens it. It's a long line. In the fold of the wallet, there's a PHOTO folded into quarters. Welles unfolds it and looks at it dolefull,,,. It's the PHOTO of Mary Anne Mathews, the image welles printed from early in the snuff film. Sad girl. (Col,-77NUED) 128. Welles folds in back up, puts it in another pocket. He looks forward in the line to see if it's moving. EXT. SUPERMARKET -- DAY Welles transfers BAGS of GROCERIES from the shopping cart into the back seat of his Ford. INT. WELLES' FORD -- DAY Welles drives on the HIGHWAY groceries in back. He Oiatches the roadway ahead. There's iittle traffic. Welles glances down, turns on the RADIO. Some CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS. Welles stares forward through the windshield. After a moment, Welles turns the RADIO OFF. He drives. The ONLY SOUND is the DRONE of the ENGINE and TIRES. Welles is suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, eyes filling with tears. He tries to fight it, but can't help himself. His face contorts with sorrow and he cannot stop crying, letting out a loud WAIL of misery... EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS Welles' car moves to the shoulder, brakes to a sudden HALT. INT. WELLES' FORD -- DAY -- CONTINUOUS Welles takes great deep breathes and lets them out, over and over again, wiping at his tears. He lets out a little high- pitched WHINE from far back in his throat ... WELLES Why... why... ? He's wracked by SOBBING. INT. WELLES' HOUSE, CINDY'S ROOM -- DAY Any's in a chair, reading a BOOK, not far from Cindy's crib. Cindy's asleep. The FRONT DOOR of the house is HEARD OPENING and CLOSING from far off in the house. Amy looks up momentarily, then returns to reading. FOOTSTEPS can be HEARD coming through the house, getting CLOSER. Aa looks up from her book. The bedroom door's open a crac . The door slowly pushes open. Welles stands there, eyes red from cr-ying. Tom... ? AMY Welles comes into the room, stands before Any. He gets to his knees, puts his head in Amy's lap, wraps his arms arount her waist. Amy holds him, worried, eyes filling with tears. (CONTINUED) ,.29. WELLES I have to tell you... I have to tell you what happened. I have to tell you eve thing, but we can't tell anyone Me. No one else can ever know. Amy runs her fingers through his hair, bends down to rest her head on his back, holding him with her eyes closed. Welles holds tighter. WELLES You're all I've got. You're aI've ever had. (pause) You're the only one who can save me. the end ????? http://www.ziyue.com