King and Maxwell: Summer Adventures Page #6

(beat)

As I’m sure you’re aware.

DUKES:

You can talk to him.

(holds out his ID)

Just don’t expect him to talk back.

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Sean takes it, sensing that although he’s won the battle, hemight just have lost the war.

EXT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Headlights sweep across the darkened house on the outskirtsof the city. Michelle parks her Landcruiser in the driveway,

gets out with her flashlight, heads for the house.

EXT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT

FBI CRIME SCENE TAPE criss-crosses the front door, sealingit.

MICHELLE:

Crap.

INT. CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

A PRISON GUARD shows Sean into a large gloomy room. In thecenter of the room is a small table and two chairs. One is a

simple, functional wooden kitchen chair. The other is made ofiron and sweat stained leather, bolted to the floor.

Sitting in the chair, his face in shadow, is an intimidating,

man-giant - EDGAR ROY, early 30s. His arms are locked intoheavy iron cuffs attached to the armrests, his legs chainedto a heavy hoop imbedded in the concrete floor.

Sean starts as the door is slammed behind him, multiple deadbolts rammed home with an ominous CLUNK

INT. BERGIN’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - SAME TIME

SCREECH - as a kitchen window is forced open. Michelle climbsthrough the window, crosses to the back door, hits a switch -

flooding the kitchen in light. A few dishes in the sink. An

open newspaper and an empty coffee cup on the table.

Several notes pinned by magnets to the fridge door. Nothingof interest. Michelle opens the fridge. Bachelor food. She

closes the fridge with a THUMP.

IN PRISON:

SCRAPE of the chair, Sean sits down opposite Edgar Roy.

SEAN:

My name’s Sean King. I’m a lawyer.

Among other things.

No response.

He studies Edgar Roy’s face, still in shadow. He opens hisbriefcase, sets down a legal pad and a pencil.

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SEAN (CONT’D)

I’m sorry to have to tell you this,

Mister Roy, but Ted Bergin was shotand killed last night.

No reaction.

Sean glances up at a security camera on the wall, then leanscloser, lowers his voice.

SEAN (CONT’D)

He was my friend.

(beat)

Do you know who killed him, Edgar?

Nothing.

Sean gazes at him a for a long moment, then, looking for someresponse, slowly raises his hand and SNAPS HIS FINGERS

IN BERGIN’S DEN

SNAP of a light switch, revealing the den. Computer cables onthe desk, but no computer. File drawers opened. A white

board on the wall, covered in letters and numbers. Papershaphazardly strewn about. Thoroughly searched rather thantrashed.

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