Untraceable Page #4
Marsh watches as killwithme.com loads. The site’s home page
is empty, black. She waits. Nothing. Just as she is about
to close the window, creepy-cute theme music plays and an
oversized red emoticon struts out, smiling.
A red text banner crawls across the bottom of the screen:
Kill with me...Kill with me...Kill with me.... The emoticon
points to a blinking Command Button marked Enter. Marsh
clicks on it.
The page loads the video image of the kitten, caught in the
glue-trap.
intensity.
Now both front paws are stuck. Marsh’s eyes gain
EXT. TAMPA HOUSE -- SAME -- NIGHT.
Gray, still waiting, knocks again, louder. A DEPUTY runs
around from the back of the house, whispering urgently-
DEPUTY:
We’ve got movement in a back room!
GRAY:
That’s it, let’s breach.
(over his shoulder)
Gimme the ram!
INT. MARSH’S WORK STATION -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.
On her computer screen, behind the struggling kitten, Marsh
notices the TV set. Using her mouse, she screen-captures it,
then magnifies it. She can see what’s playing on the set:
Live cable news.
.
INT. TAMPA LIVING ROOM -- SAME -- NIGHT.
The door splinters. Amid a chaos of flashlight beams, Agents
and Officers pour in, guns drawn. Nobody. Empty. They hit
the overhead lights. A rear bedroom door is locked. Loud,
angry rap music blares from inside.
9.
AGENT:
(banging on it)
FBI! Open up!
(to Gray)
It’s a f***in’ bunker!
Gray nods. The two agents use the ram, splintering the door.
AGENT (cont’d)
ON THE FLOOR! GET ON THE FLOOR!
The agents point their guns and shine their lights in. In
the criss-cross of the beams, we catch barred windows, a wall
of merchandise still in its boxes, and a huge plasma TV
showing a frozen image from a terribly violent video game.
A SHADOWY MALE FIGURE, clutching a hard drive still connected
by a couple of cords to the computer, sinks to the floor.
Gray steps in with his flashlight.
INT. TAMPA BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS -- NIGHT.
Gray’s face changes when he sees the suspect. He lifts his
cell phone and dials.
INT. MARSH’S WORK STATION -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.
Marsh, her face pained, studies the suffering kitten. Her
phone rings. She answers it with a computer click.
MARSH:
Jennifer Marsh. FBI Cyber Division.
GRAY (O.S.)
Paul Gray, FBI Tampa. We got ‘im.
contraband.
MARSH:
Good work. Let me guess, it’s a
teenager, right? Barrow’s got a
son?
INT. TAMPA BEDROOM -- SAME -- NIGHT.
Gray, speaking on the phone to Marsh, is amazed.
GRAY:
How’d you know that?
ANGLE ON AN ACNE-FACED BOY, 14, wearing pajamas, terrified,
crouched on the floor, being handcuffed in the beams of the
flashlights.
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