Untraceable Page #3
TIM WILKS, 20’s, clean-cut, wearing two hearing aids, walks
up, hands Marsh a Post-it, and whispers with a subtle speech
impairment--
WILKS:
From the Baltimore PD. They
weren’t sure what to do with it.
Marsh nods, takes it. It reads www.killwithme.com. Before
Marsh can react, Sally speaks, which sets Marsh typing--
MARSH:
Perfect. Do you have the fax
number, too? You’re the best.
Vouch for me, okay? Call him in
two minutes. Thanks.
She hangs up, tosses aside the Post-it. Types in a phone
number.
MARSH (cont’d)
Judge Lipson, sorry to bother you
at home. My name’s Jennifer Marsh.
I’m a Supervisor in the FBI Cyber
Division up in Riverton, Maryland.
Sally Stiles from the U.S.
(MORE)
7.
MARSH(cont'd)
Attorney’s office will be calling
you to confirm that.
Marsh types a fax number into the warrant application and
hits Send.
MARSH (cont’d)
A search warrant, your honor.
Multiple bank fraud, access-device
fraud, and fraudulent I.D.
.
(beat)
Thanks so much. The application
should be falling into the tray of
your fax machine any second now.
Marsh hangs up. On her screen, list after list flies past.
She points and clicks on FBI TAMPA. She waits. Someone
picks up.
MARSH (cont’d)
Hi. Jennifer Marsh -- a Supervisor
in the Cyber Division. I need you
to knock on a door for me.
EXT. TAMPA HOUSE -- HOUR LATER -- NIGHT.
Moonlight. Crickets. A bland house in a middle-class
suburban neighborhood. A host of FBI, SHERIFF, and POLICE
CARS, lights turned off, glide up and silently park.
A swarm of shadows, as AGENTS and OFFICERS silently emerge
and take up a perimeter.
INT. MARSH’S WORK STATION -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.
More relaxed now, Marsh organizes papers on her desk.
Griffin, typing into a chat room, mutters bitterly--
GRIFFIN:
I’ve gotta get reassigned.
MARSH:
What’s the matter?
GRIFFIN:
offering to come over to where I’m
baby-sitting, only he’s got so many
chats going, he can’t keep his
names straight. He keeps calling
me Jill instead of Molly.
(beat)
Let’s see what his cellmates call
him....
8.
Marsh smiles, then abruptly notices the Post-it Wilks gave
her. She reads it again, frowns, then with one hand types
killwithme.com into a browser and hits Enter.
EXT. TAMPA HOUSE -- SAME -- NIGHT.
With his team in position, GRAY, 40, an FBI agent, strides to
the front door with ANOTHER AGENT. Gray knocks.
GRAY:
FBI, Mr. Barrow! Open the door!
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