Suspect Zero Page #4
A framed picture of himself and his BROTHER, ages 10 and 15,
on a childhood camping trip. Address book, coffee-warmer,
calendar, a baseball covered with autographs.
He opens up a drawer, and casually tosses two bottles of
BUFFERIN into the back of it.
...but first grabs four tablets from one of the bottles,
and throws them down his throat, as:
GRIEVES (O.S.)
Ya like Frito Pies?
Mackelway turns. BILL GRIEVES stands here, holding a white
grease-stained paper-bag. Grieves is Mackelway's age, not
quite as ambitious. But solid, decent.
MACKELWAY:
I dunno. What are they?
Grieves pulls out a greasy concoction that's wrapped up like a
semi-burrito. Pure Texas. Tosses it to Mackelway:
GRIEVES:
Welcome to the minors.
Grieves passes by with a faint smile, handing out lunch to a
few other agents. Mackelway eyes the still-wrapped Frito Pie.
God, get me outta here...
CUT TO:
6 INT. WICHITA FALLS F.B.I. OFFICE - LATER 6
A BRIEF MONTAGE:
Mackelway, in his cubicle, watching as THOSEOTHER AGENTS take calls, strap on guns, head out on
assignment. Men in motion.
But Mackelway's land-locked, writing up an Auto-Theft report.
It's drudgery, but he's meticulous about it, deleting the word
"beige" and replacing it with "tan."
His head is throbbing - not an unusual circumstance for him.
But after lingering for a half-second on that "Most-Wanted
List" again? Starkey? It's a wound...
7 INT. F.B.I. OFFICE - KITCHENETTE - MOMENTS LATER 7
Mackelway struggles with a COFFEE MACHINE that's unfamiliar to
him. Filter, water, grounds, etc.
KATIE (O.S.)
Here. Lemme do that.
He turns. This is KATIE POTTER. She's 25, friendly, under-
challenged by her job. Been here two years. In two seconds
she's got the thing percolating. Of course.
KATIE (CONT'D)
It takes some experience.
He shrugs, not feeling too smooth.
KATIE (CONT'D)
You're Mackelway, right?
MACKELWAY:
Mmm-hmm.
KATIE:
Fax came in for you. It's the room next
door.
MACKELWAY:
Oh. Thanks.
He rises, heads for the "fax room"...
8 INT. "FAX ROOM" - CONTINUING 8
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