Untraceable Page #5

10.

MARSH (O.S.)

High tech and porn, then out of the

blue he buys a Swiss watch? How

come? Then it hit me. Sunday’s

Father’s Day.

GRAY:

(impressed)

Sweet dreams, Marsh.

MARSH (O.S.)

I haven’t had one of those since I

left the Academy-

INT. MARSH’S WORK STATION -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Marsh stares at the kitten on her screen. Her smile fades.

MARSH:

--but thanks, anyway.

Marsh hangs up. Griffin, having wheeled his chair back to

her monitor, studies the kitten.

GRIFFIN:

What the hell is this?

MARSH:

I’m not sure, but it’s streaming

live.

Marsh types, opening windows until she’s got the cable news

playing live. She drags it over to killwithme and lines it

up next to the site’s TV set. The two broadcasts are

identical, in perfect sync. Griffin shakes his head-

GRIFFIN:

Just when you think you’ve seen it

all.

MARSH:

Look -- a message from our sponsor.

A banner of red text crawls across the bottom of the screen:

“HHOS...HHOS... HHOS....” Marsh thinks, then translates-

MARSH (cont’d)

Ha-Ha, Only Serious.

Griffin throws Marsh an uneasy look. From the next scene, we

hear honking car horns.

11.

EXT. MARYLAND HIGHWAY -- LATER -- EARLY MORNING.

A traffic jam as far as the eye can see.

OPERATOR (O.S.)

Northstar operator Tina. Good

morning, Miss Marsh, how can I

assist you?

INT. MARSH’S SUV -- SAME -- EARLY MORNING.

Marsh, crawling along in the traffic jam, talks to a speaker

over her head-

MARSH:

Well, Tina, I’d like to get home

someday. What’s the outlook?

OPERATOR (O.S.)

Let’s see.... Good news. In about

a hundred yards, you’ll reach--

MARSH:

I see it. Thanks.

Marsh cuts off the system.

INT. MARSH’S SUV -- MINUTE LATER -- EARLY MORNING.

Marsh reaches the source of the jam: A crushed motorcycle.

Blood. A body covered by a tarp. Marsh is disgusted by the

rubbernecking. As soon as she is able, she roars away.

.

INT. MARSH'S KITCHEN -- LATER -- DAWN.

STELLA MARSH, 50’s, a charming ex-hippie, attractive but a

bit ethereal and scattered, cooks pancakes on the stove. The

back door bangs open. Stella gasps, a hand to her heart,

then laughs at her own fear.

STELLA:

Sh*t, you scared me!

MARSH:

Watch your tongue, young lady.

STELLA:

(delighted)

Hey, that’s what I used to say to

you when you were little.

MARSH:

I know, Mom, that’s why I said it.

That what makes it so darned funny.

12.

STELLA:

Don’t be a grump. Why’re you so

late?

Marsh drops her laptop on the counter. She pets a black cat

sitting nearby--

MARSH:

There was a crash on the I-50.

Everybody just had to line up for a

look.

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