across at him with pleasure. We cut to Tom
Grunemann smiling back at her. We cut back to a
husband with love. We cut back to Tom Grunemann's
chair - only now it is empty. The joyous sounds
disappear on this cut. It appears that Tom
moment he is there, and the next moment he is gone.
The camera pans back down the table, only now it is
to a woman bereaved.
into frame, glancing (perhaps idly, a little
impatiently) in this direction at some loud
industrial goings-on just beyond camera, then
returns toward GROUP.
with clipboard, to whom KLUTE is supplying
preliminary data. KLUTE's manner is somewhat
Klute. With a K. K - L - U -
Are you with plant security,
Then how are you involved?
I know Tom Grunemann.
You knew the subject Thomas
Grunemann. How well?
We grew up together. Kids.
Can you account for his
disappearance in any way?
agitated or depressed?
(aside to younger Agent,
his research work here? Indicates
Marital problems in general?
Indicates possibly -- am I right
Everybody's got some, I guess.
girl or woman in New York?
Examine this letter please.
We recovered that from the shredder
incinerator system. Grunemann
apparently typed it Friday, before
he left, decided not to send it,
tossed it away. We've already
contacted the New York Police; they
think they know the girl in
to you? You didn't know he had
KLUTE crying out -
My husband was not like that! My
-- No. I mean sure a little rough
stuff, but just what people usually
-- No, I would've said we were
Johnnie I don't understand. I just
Klute nods. She is talking for both of them. Klute
are stripped bare.
EXT. RESEARCH PLANT
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