Jennifer 8 Page #4

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TRIMBLE:

They cut his throat ..

The information comes from freckles and a missing front tooth.

ROSS:

Who are you?

TRIMBLE:

Trimble.

He wears glasses and wields a rusty .22 pump-action Remington.

ROSS:

Where do you fit in, Trimble?

TRAVIS:

His father's the manager, Sir.

The kid was up there shooting

vermin, and he found the body.

TRIMBLE:

Get ready for it, coz I'm tell-

ing ya, you're in for a shock ..

TRIMBLE speaks with some enthusiasm. ROSS looks back with none.

They slit him from "ear to ear."

Ya want me to make a statement?

ROSS:

Not right now. No. Thank you.

11:
EXT. WORKING FACE. INFILL. GARBAGE DUMP. DAY.

A series of terraces have been created as the canyon fills up.

Black smoke drifts from a distance at will of the wind. Gulls

and bulldozers. Plus a stinking ten foot cliff of human filth.

Several cars parked here including the blue Mercedes. Several

On Lookers behind yellow police tape. ROSS negotiates it look-

ing pissed off. Looks up and somewhere in the smoke is BERLIN.

ROSS:

Did you bring it with you?

BERLIN:

I hope I'm not intruding?

ROSS:

Be my guest. What you got?

BERLIN:

Old guy, offed himself with a

knife. I can't find the knife.

And the next thing ROSS is looking at is a death in the trash.

A massive dozer in the background. Everything else is garbage.

TRIMBLE:

They cut his throat.

ROSS:

Would you get outside the tape.

And tell your dad to put that

fire out ... that ain't legal ...

Another face here is so familiar ROSS hasn't bothered to ackn-

owledge it. BLATTIS is a 32 year old local newspaper reporter.

Little is visible of the body except a blood-stained raincoat.

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