Green River KIiller Page #3

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TOM:

Nah. Pretty bleak stuff..

DOYON nods. They stand, drink their beers.

TOM (CONT’D)

I used to read them comic books at

night. The boys. When I got off

patrol. Batman, Superman, that kind

of thing. Hero stuff. When I made

detective, they thought it’d be

like that. I tried to tell them it

was mostly sitting at a desk, but I

don’t think they believed me. And

the rest of it, the real dark

stuff, I try not to think about

that myself, let alone make them

have to listen to it. I never

really felt like the hero type, did

you? Even grew the moustache so I’d

look a little tougher. Then I get

asked to join the Green River Task

Force. Remember how good that felt?

To be one of the chosen ones?

(MORE)

8.

TOM (CONT’D)

Boy, I swear there were times I

could hear my cape flapping behind

me when I walked... It’s been a

while since I’ve heard that sound.

I guess they don’t write comic

books about guys with good

organizational skills and quick

typing. I mean, don’t get me wrong,

I’ll do anything to keep this case

open. If it’s just me, on the end

of a phone talking to crazy folks,

then so be it. But, sometimes,... I

wonder if I’ve still got it,

y’know?

They stand silently looking out.

DOYON:

Tom, no one would blame you if you

said you’d had enough. No one.

TOM just carries on looking out the window.

DOYON (CONT’D)

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to

help out much for a while.

TOM:

You don’t have to apologize...

DOYON:

Been wrapped up in this other

case..

TOM:

Sure. We’re good.

DOYON:

(after a pause)

I just kinda need to be out there,

catching bad guys, you know?

TOM nods.

DOYON (CONT’D)

Look, Tom, I’m pretty sure if you

dropped Green River and put in for

a promotion, you’d be a dead

cert...

TOM:

This why Charl invited you, Jim?

9.

TOM sees CHARLAINE looking towards the kitchen window,

concerned. DOYON shakes his head.

DOYON:

(not too convincing)

No... She’s just worried about you,

I guess. About.. y’know, what it’s

doing to you.

TOM:

I’d be more worried about what

stopping would do to me. If I walk

away, that’s it. There’s no one

else. It’s over. But he’s still out

there, Jim. He’s killed nearly

fifty women, maybe more. Maybe a

lot more. Still killing, for all we

know. So...

JIM doesn’t know what to say. They stand there in silence.

ADAMSON (O.S.)

You have been hand-picked, each one

of you, from across all

departments, all precincts, because

you are the best.

INT. GREEN RIVER TASK FORCE H.Q., BURIEN (1984) - MORNING

CAPT. FRANK ADAMSON(43), Task Force commander, addresses a

large room of people sitting in rows of plastic chairs.

Behind him, a board with PHOTOs of the dead and missing

women, MAPS of the area, etc.

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