Thunderheart Page #4

Coffee in hand, Ray walks briskly toward the door.

LOUIS:

Sugar Ray.

Ray turns. Louis takes a few steps toward him, putting his

gun back in his waistband.

LOUIS:

They want ya Home. Upstairs wants to

see ya.

Ray stands frozen, holding the door knob, and digesting what

are apparently influential words.

LOUIS:

Make sure ya spell my name right.

Ray just stares for a moment. Then hurries out the door.

Carl, being arm-gripped by two agents and photographed like

a trout, gazes bewildered at the door.

CARL:

(incredulous)

We just spent four months together...

I thought he was my friend... what

the f***, man?

(even more incredulous)

He had dinner at my mother's.

CAMERA FLASHES at him, an agent on either side, striking a

natural pose.

EXT. J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING - ESTABLISHING - DAY

The huge, imposing, mausoleum-like Hoover building, bordered

by artificial turf, hemmed by cherry trees in blossom. Turning

out to be a nice day on Pennsylvania Avenue.

INT. FBI DIRECTOR'S CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

8x10 BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS dealt like cards onto a table,

one on top of another.

1 -- an aerial shot of some wasteland.

2 -- a closer bird's eye of the same, what looks like a NASA

photo of Mars.

3 -- a vast expanse of the Great Plains.

ROBERT F. TULLY, Number-Two-in-Command, deals a fourth photo

onto the table. He is an understated, fatherly man, well-

manicured in cotton pencil-striped shirt, white-tab collar

and tie. The photos and maps and files a foot deep on the

huge table are neatly organized.

INTERCOM:

SA Levoi, Sir.

TULLY:

Please.

Seated, at the far end of the table, engrossed in the deep

spread of information, SA (Special Agent) FRANK COUTURE is

about to break the record for longest single ash on the end

of a cigarette and the smoke forces his eyes into tight,

concentrating, slits. "COOCH" as they call him in the Bureau

has seen thirty years in some rough "provinces". He has

survived the Hoover era and is a legend in the Sessions era

but survival has honed an edge. An edge with a touch of ironic

cop humor.

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