EXT. MARATHON, FLORIDA, BEACH - GRAHAM + CRAWFORD - DAY

The highlit aqua water burns out sections of the two men

imposed in front of it. The beach is white sand. JACK

CRAWFORD -- mid-forties, large -- came down from Washington.

His suitcoat over the driftwood log and his rolled-up white

sleeves says City, not Florida Keys. WILL GRAHAM -- late

thirties -- in a faded Hawaiian number and sun-bleached vio-

let shorts, belongs. Graham smokes. Crawford drinks from

a glass of iced tea. Then:

CRAWFORD:

I should have caught you at the boat

yard when you got off work. You

don't want to talk about it here...

GRAHAM:

I don't want to talk about it

anywhere.

(beat)

If you brought pictures, leave them

in the briefcase. Molly and Kevin

will be back soon.

CRAWFORD:

How much do you know?

GRAHAM:

What was in the 'Miami Herald' and

the 'Times.'

(beat)

Confessions?

CRAWFORD:

Eighty-six so far. All cranks. He

smashes the mirrors and uses the

pieces.

(beat)

None of them knew that;

GRAHAM:

What else did you keep out of the

papers?

CRAWFORD:

Blond, right-handed, really strong,

wears a size eleven shoe. The prints

are all smooth gloves. He's on a

full moon cycle. Both times. His

blood is AB Positive.

GRAHAM:

Somebody hurt him?

CRAWFORD:

Typed him from semen. He's a secretor.

Crawford takes a sip of the iced tea and looks at Graham.

2.

Graham flips his cigarette into the surf.

CRAWFORD:

Will... you saw this in the papers.

The second one was all over TV. Did

you ever think about givin' me a

call?

GRAHAM:

No.

CRAWFORD:

Why not?

GRAHAM:

The Bureau already has the best lab.

Plus you have Bloom at the University

of Chicago...

CRAWFORD:

And I got you down here fixing fuckin'

boat motors.

GRAHAM:

You don't need me. I wouldn't

be useful to you anymore, Jack.

CRAWFORD:

Last two like this we had, you

caught.

GRAHAM:

That was three years ago. And by

doing the same things you and the

rest of them at the lab are doing.

CRAWFORD:

That's not entirely true, Will.

It's the way you think.

GRAHAM:

I think there has been a lot of

bullshit about the way I think.

(beat)

I came down here to get away from

all that.

CRAWFORD:

You look all right now.

GRAHAM:

I am all right.

Crawford pulls two pictures from his shirt pocket. He keeps

them face down. They draw at Will. Crawford knows this.

3.

CRAWFORD:

If you can't look anymore, I

understand...

GRAHAM:

As long as they're dead...

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