| 1. | |
| 1 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE MANOR HOUSE - DAWN 1 | |
| The grounds of a New England manor. Pre-dawn misty. | |
| 2 INT. MANOR - PANTRY - LIVING ROOM - FOYER - HALLWAY - DAWN 2 | |
| INSIDE THE MANOR | |
| Unlit and still. Gothic with a theme of antique games, | |
| arcane puzzles and decorative weapons. | |
| First floor: A drawing room, living room, kitchen. The | |
| detritus of a party. Stray champagne flutes. | |
| 3 INT. THROMBEY ESTATE - 2ND FLOOR - DAWN 3 | |
| Follow one housekeeper named FRAN carrying a tray of coffee | |
| up a flight of stairs. | |
| Second floor: a hallway, doors all closed. The house has | |
| not woken up, and Fran steps lightly. Up a much narrower | |
| creaky flight of steep stairs. | |
| 4 INT. THROMBEY ESTATE - 3RD FLOOR MASTER BEDROOM - DAWN 4 | |
| Third floor: the master bedroom suite. | |
| FRAN | |
| Morning Mr Thrombey | |
| But the bed is empty, unslept in. A robe thrown across it. | |
| Fran heads out onto the landing and UP an EVEN NARROWER | |
| half flight of stairs, which leads to a single door. | |
| FRAN | |
| Mr Thrombey you up there? Mr | |
| Thrombey I'm coming in | |
| 5 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - DAWN 5 | |
| A cramped attic study, every shelf crammed with curios. | |
| The door swings open and Fran sees: | |
| 2. | |
| HARLAN THROMBEY himself. 85 years old. Slung across a white | |
| leather day bed. | |
| Throat slit. Drenched in blood. Very much dead. | |
| Fran's tray slips out of her hands for a second. | |
| FRAN | |
| Shit. | |
| CUT TO: Title card, on black. | |
| THEN TO: | |
| 6 INT. MARTA'S BEDROOM - MORNING 6 | |
| MARTA CABRERA wakes with a cry. | |
| Plain, modern, cramped. Marta, in her late twenties, takes | |
| a moment to catch her breath. Opens a window. | |
| 7 EXT. SOUTH BOSTON HOUSING PROJECT - MORNING 7 | |
| A tiny window in a cheap apartment building opens, Marta's | |
| face appears breathing deep. | |
| SUPER: "ONE WEEK - after Harlan Thrombey's demise" | |
| 8 INT. CABRERA KITCHEN - MORNING 8 | |
| Marta sits in front of a laptop. Her MOM is at the table | |
| with her, her sister ALICE watches CSI on an iPad on the | |
| counter top. Murder related dialog from the show. | |
| Marta scroll through a jobs site, tired, eyes dead. Her mom | |
| watches, concerned. | |
| MOM | |
| Alice, turn that off now. | |
| ALICE | |
| Why it's almost over, what - | |
| they're finding out who did it and | |
| the wifi sucks in my room so it | |
| doesn't play it's like two minutes | |
| left what there isn't even anything | |
| bad on it, it's just normal tv and | |
| they're just talking ok ok goddddd | |
| whatever ok whatever. | |
| 3. | |
| MOM | |
| Now please just turn it off. Turn | |
| it off. Now. Alice. Off. They're | |
| talking about murder on it, your | |
| sister just had a friend she loves | |
| slit his throat open she doesn't | |
| need to be hearing that right now | |
| let's be sensitive! | |
| Mom standing yelling, Alice slams the iPad cover closed. | |
| Marta puts her head in her hand. Looks at her mom, who | |
| looks back at her with protective sympathy. Marta starts | |
| laughing at the absurdity of it, but the laugh turns into | |
| crying. | |
| MARTA | |
| Alice you can keep watching your | |
| show it's alright. | |
| ALICE | |
| No, I guessed who did it anyway. | |
| I'm sorry Marta. | |
| Alice hugs her sister. Marta's phone rings. WALT THROMBEY. | |
| MARTA | |
| It's Harlan's son. | |
| (answers) | |
| Hi, Walt. | |
| (listens) | |
| Uh huh. | |
| Her face shifts in confusion. | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| 9 EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - LATE MORNING 9 | |
| A long narrow private road leading to the Thrombey estate. | |
| Marta's shitty SUBCOMPACT car buzzes by, towards the house. | |
| 10 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 10 | |
| Several cars, including a police cruiser with a few | |
| uniformed officers by it. Marta pulls up. An officer eyes | |
| her, approaches. | |
| COP | |
| 4. | |
| Hey! Excuse me ma'am. Are you with | |
| the help? | |
| MEG, Thrombey's college aged granddaughter, trots out. | |
| MEG | |
| Hey! Her name is Marta, she was | |
| granddad's nurse, she's with us. | |
| "The help?". | |
| MARTA | |
| (to the cop) | |
| It's ok, sorry. | |
| MEG | |
| (mutters) | |
| No. It's not ok. What the hell? | |
| They hug, and are both instantly crying. They laugh. | |
| MARTA | |
| Not very good. Alone, lots of just, | |
| this | |
| (the crying) | |
| and not knowing what to do next. | |
| MEG | |
| Anything you need, you're part of | |
| this family Marta. | |
| MARTA | |
| Thank you. | |
| 11 INT. FOYER 11 | |
| Thrombey's eldest daughter Linda opens the door for Marta. | |
| LINDA | |
| How you doing kiddo. | |
| Linda is 60ish, well put together, sharp and steely eyed. | |
| She dresses and speaks with just a little more sharpness | |
| than any situation she's in requires. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hi Linda. How are you? | |
| LINDA | |
| 5. | |
| Ueuh. The funeral helped. I guess. | |
| Just seeing him. I thought you | |
| should have been there. I was out | |
| voted. | |
| Linda's husband Richard walks in, on the phone. Same age as | |
| Linda, gruff and confident, will put his feet up on | |
| anything. | |
| RICHARD (ON PHONE) | |
| I'm not the cop so I don't know. | |
| Alright fine, don't come, get | |
| arrested. Die up your own ass all I | |
| care. | |
| (hangs up) | |
| He's not coming. | |
| RICHARD (ON PHONE) | |
| (to Marta) | |
| Ransom. Little shit. Missed the | |
| funeral. | |
| STATE TROOPER WAGNER, fresh faced in his 30s, pokes his | |
| head in through a door. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Excuse me, we're ready for you now, | |
| we'd like to see you one at a time. | |
| LINDA | |
| Alright I'll go first. I'm assuming | |
| this will all be wrapped up before | |
| the memorial tonight. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| We'll do our best ma'am. | |
| Linda exits with Wagner, leaving Richard and Marta. | |
| RICHARD | |
| So. How you doing kiddo. | |
| 12 INT. LIBRARY 12 | |
| Mystery and horror memorabilia scattered on the shelves. | |
| Linda sits opposite three men: LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT, in his | |
| 30s, in a working suit. Very good at his job. The young | |
| Trooper Wagner stands behind him. | |
| 6. | |
| Sitting back behind both of them, almost blending into the | |
| background, is a slight man in a linen suit. Legs and arms | |
| fold sharply, like a paper crane. Silent, listening. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| We are just going to reintroduce | |
| ourselves as a formality, I'm | |
| Detective Lieutenant Elliott, and | |
| this is Trooper Wagner. Now, I'm | |
| going to record, just makes it | |
| easier. | |
| (squints at his phone) | |
| Alright, we're with Linda Drysdale, | |
| nee Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's | |
| eldest daughter, in discussing the | |
| events the night of his demise, one | |
| week ago, November 8th. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| We're sorry for your loss. | |
| LINDA | |
| (dry as chalk) | |
| Thank you that means a lot. | |
| Elliott checks his notes. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| So we understand that night the | |
| family had gathered to celebrate | |
| your father's eighty fifth | |
| birthday. | |
| LINDA | |
| Yes. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| How was that? | |
| LINDA | |
| The party? Pre my dad's death? It | |
| was great. | |
| 13 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY - FLASHBACK 13 | |
| Warmly lit, classic rock playing, food laid out. Linda and | |
| Richard mingle happily with the rest of the family (who | |
| we'll meet shortly.) | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Did anyone besides the family show | |
| face? | |
| 7. | |
| LINDA (V.O.) | |
| Uh. There was Fran, the | |
| housekeeper. Marta, Harlan's | |
| caregiver, good girl, hard worker. | |
| Family's from Ecuador. And Wanetta | |
| - Greatnana, Harlan's mom. | |
| At the snack table wearing a dozen coats, a woman who might | |
| be three hundred years old. She pounds down chips and dip | |
| like a machine. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| (wow) | |
| His mom? How old is she? | |
| LINDA (V.O.) | |
| We have no idea. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Okay, Your son Ransom, was he there | |
| as well? | |
| LINDA (V.O.) | |
| Yes but he left early. | |
| RANSOM DRYSDALE, roguishly handsome in his early 30s, | |
| breezes out the side door, past Greatnana. | |
| GREATNANA | |
| Ransom, are you leaving? | |
| 14 INT. LIBRARY 14 | |
| The strange man in the linen suit taps a piano key, as if | |
| reminding to ask him something. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Right, did all three of you show up | |
| at around the same time? | |
| LINDA | |
| N...o, Richard came early to help | |
| the caterers set up. | |
| She raises a questioning finger to ask about the man but | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Okay and you and your husband | |
| Richard work for a real estate firm | |
| in Boston? | |
| LINDA | |
| 8. | |
| (sharp) | |
| It's my company. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| (checks notes) | |
| Sorry. Right. | |
| LINDA | |
| I built my business from the ground | |
| up. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Just like your dad. You two were | |
| very close? | |
| LINDA | |
| We had our own secret way of | |
| communicating. You had to find that | |
| with dad. You had to find a game to | |
| play with him. And if you did that, | |
| and played by his rules... | |
| CUT TO: Richard in the chair Linda was in, giving his | |
| statement. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Everyone idolizes their dad, right? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| I don't know, do they? | |
| RICHARD | |
| Very much not, don't know why I | |
| said that. But Linda does. | |
| 15 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 15 | |
| Harlan Thrombey, surrounded by his family, Richard and | |
| Linda flanking him, a birthday cake with candles. All | |
| smiles. | |
| RICHARD (V.O.) | |
| Harlan started with a rusty Smith- | |
| Corona, built himself into one of | |
| the bestselling mystery writers of | |
| all time. | |
| 16 INT. LIBRARY 16 | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| 9. | |
| Seems like all his kids are self | |
| made overachievers. | |
| Richard makes a "...sure" face. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Sure. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| WALT THROMBEY now sits in the questioning chair. Late 40s, | |
| softly obsequious in a sweater and loafers. His leg is in a | |
| cast. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| For the record, I'm speaking to | |
| Walt Thrombey, Harlan Thrombey's | |
| youngest son. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| So you run your father's publishing | |
| company? | |
| WALT | |
| Yeah. It's my - it's our, it's the | |
| family's publishing company, dad | |
| trusts me to run it. 30 languages, | |
| over 80 million copies sold. A real | |
| legacy. You guys fans? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| I don't do much fiction - | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| BIG fan. Big. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| His plots, like something like "A | |
| Thousand Knives," with the - I | |
| don't want to spoil it but - the | |
| cow and the shotgun, like where do | |
| you come up with that? | |
| WALT | |
| Dad said the plots just popped into | |
| his head fully formed, that was the | |
| easy part for him - | |
| TAP from the linen suit man's finger. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| 10. | |
| You live in town, right? You guys | |
| probably arrived at around the same | |
| time? | |
| Walt looks at Linen suit, thrown. | |
| WALT | |
| Uh. We all got here around 8. | |
| 17 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 17 | |
| Walt laughing and mingling with his nervous wife DONNA. | |
| WALT (V.O.) | |
| My wife Donna, she's my rock. | |
| Richard backs up into Donna, who YELPS in fear and throws | |
| her martini in the air. Richard jumps, but Walt doesn't | |
| even register it. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Jeeesus! Donna, you alright? | |
| WALT (V.O.) | |
| And my son Jacob, he's sixteen. | |
| Very politically active. | |
| His angry looking son JACOB, who is always on his phone. | |
| 18 INT. LIBRARY 18 | |
| Quick cuts, each in the chair: | |
| RICHARD | |
| The boy's literally a Nazi | |
| MEG | |
| He's an alt-right troll dipshit | |
| WALT | |
| Kids today, with the internet, | |
| amazing. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| So the night went well? | |
| 19 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 19 | |
| 11. | |
| The exact same moment we saw with Richard and Linda of | |
| Harlan in front of the birthday cake - but now it's Walt, | |
| Donna and Jacob next to Harlan. | |
| WALT (V.O.) | |
| I mean. We're all gutted but I'm | |
| happy we got that night with him. | |
| To be by his side, to think about | |
| our books and what we've | |
| accomplished with them, it's like I | |
| can still feel his hand on my | |
| shoulder. | |
| 20 INT. LIBRARY 20 | |
| WALT | |
| Passing the torch. | |
| Cut to: JONI THROMBEY in the chair. A striking woman, tall | |
| and boho chic in chunky jewelry and a flowy dress. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| So we are with Joni Thrombey, | |
| Harlan Thrombey's... daughter in | |
| law? | |
| JONI | |
| Mm. I was married to his son Neil, | |
| We had one daughter, Meg, and then | |
| Neil passed on fifteen years ago. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| And you remained close to the | |
| Thrombeys. | |
| 21 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 21 | |
| Joni dances with various family members, free and flowing. | |
| JONI (V.O.) | |
| Oh they're my family. I feel | |
| simultaneously freed by and | |
| supported by them, that balance of | |
| opposites is the nugget of Flam. | |
| 22 INT. LIBRARY - PRESENT 22 | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Sorry, the Nugget of? | |
| 12. | |
| JONI | |
| Flam. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Ah! Yeah Flam, right, your skin | |
| care company. Sorry. | |
| JONI | |
| I forgive you, yes, it's skin care | |
| but it promotes a total lifestyle. | |
| Self sufficiency with an | |
| acknowledgment of human need. | |
| That's Flam, but it's also Harlan. | |
| He got me and Meg through some | |
| tough times. | |
| Meg in the chair. | |
| MEG | |
| Granddad gives my mom a yearly | |
| allowance, and he's never missed | |
| wiring a tuition payment to my | |
| schools. He's a genuinely selfless | |
| man. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| You left his party early? | |
| MEG | |
| To see some friends at Smith. | |
| 23 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 23 | |
| Meg trots out. Linda, pissed, to Richard so Joni can hear: | |
| LINDA | |
| you know, Dad's paying for her | |
| crypto-Marxist postdeconstructual | |
| feminist poetry theory whatever | |
| major, she could have stuck around | |
| for the cake. | |
| 24 INT. LIBRARY 24 | |
| JONI | |
| I think Linda was upset. But Harlan | |
| understood. | |
| Tap. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| 13. | |
| Right. You two arrived together to | |
| the party at the same time? | |
| Joni looks at the linen suit man. | |
| JONI | |
| If I could - pause - because I, who | |
| is that guy? And why are we doing | |
| all this? Again? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Just some follow up questions, just | |
| being thorough, in order to | |
| determine the manner of death. | |
| Cut back to Walt in the chair. | |
| WALT | |
| (almost laughing) | |
| So by "manner of death" you mean if | |
| he was killed. If one of us killed | |
| him. One of his family? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| None of us think that, this is pro | |
| forma, all of it. | |
| CUT TO: Richard in the chair. He doesn't buy it. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Ok. So who the fuck is that? | |
| He points at linen suit. Elliott takes a breath. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| This is Benoit Blanc. | |
| RICHARD | |
| (the hell?) | |
| Benoit Blanc? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Yes. Mr. Blanc is a private | |
| investigator of great renown. | |
| Joni in the chair. | |
| JONI | |
| Wait a minute - I read a tweet | |
| about a New Yorker article about | |
| you. The last of the gentlemen | |
| sleuths? You solved that case with | |
| the tennis champ - you're famous! | |
| 14. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Mr. Blanc is not with the police | |
| department, he is not officially | |
| involved with the case but he has | |
| offered to consult. I happily | |
| obliged and I can vouch for him. | |
| Linda in the chair. | |
| LINDA | |
| Mr. Blanc, I know who you are, I | |
| read your New Yorker profile. It | |
| was delightful. I just buried my | |
| eighty five year old father who | |
| committed suicide. Why are you | |
| here? | |
| Elliott and Wagner turn back to Blanc, who leans forward | |
| slightly and speaks in the gentlest southern lilt you have | |
| ever heard in your life. | |
| BLANC | |
| I am here at the behest of a | |
| client. | |
| LINDA | |
| Who? | |
| BLANC | |
| I cannot say, but let me assure you | |
| this: my presence will be | |
| ornamental. | |
| BLANC | |
| You will find me a respectful, | |
| quiet, passive observer. Of the | |
| truth. | |
| Elliott and Wagner turn nervously back to Linda. She | |
| doesn't look thrilled. Cut to Richard. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Fine. Are we getting there? | |
| BLANC | |
| Nearly. Harlan's nurse. She was at | |
| the party in a professional | |
| capacity? | |
| Blanc begins idly playing with a silver dollar. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Marta? | |
| 15. | |
| 25 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 25 | |
| The family is engaged in an animated discussion, Marta | |
| standing on the outskirts. | |
| RICHARD (V.O.) | |
| I guess. Harlan hired her to be | |
| around, take care of whatever | |
| medical needs pop up, but really | |
| she's like part of the family. | |
| Richard beckons with his cake, calls Marta into the | |
| discussion, into the circle of the family. | |
| RICHARD (V.O.) | |
| Good kid, been a good friend to | |
| Harlan. Her family's from Paraguay. | |
| Linda really likes her work ethic. | |
| 26 INT. LIBRARY 26 | |
| RICHARD | |
| "Immigrants - we get the job done." | |
| From Hamilton. | |
| Wagner gives him a smile to show he got the reference. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Oh Hamilton! | |
| RICHARD | |
| I saw it at the public. | |
| Cut to Linda back in the chair. | |
| BLANC | |
| May I just - and then I'll recede, | |
| but as a self made man myself I | |
| have to express my admiration for | |
| how you've followed in your | |
| father's footsteps. | |
| LINDA | |
| Thank you. | |
| BLANC | |
| Just marvelous. The whole family | |
| too. Joni with her things, Walt | |
| with his publishing empire. | |
| LINDA | |
| Well. | |
| 16. | |
| Blanc pauses. Doesn't push anything. Just waits a moment. | |
| LINDA | |
| Yes. I mean. Walt, yeah. He's done | |
| well with what dad's given him. | |
| Walt - not like it matters but he | |
| was sort of adrift, dad gave him | |
| the job, but really dad hands him a | |
| book twice a year and Walt | |
| publishes it, I mean... it's just | |
| not the same. | |
| BLANC | |
| But surely Walt runs the | |
| merchandising, adaptations, film | |
| and television rights... | |
| Linda squints, narrowing her eyes on Blanc. Softly: | |
| LINDA | |
| Are you baiting me, Detective? You | |
| know he doesn't, and you think I'm | |
| dumb enough to be baited into | |
| talking family business, into shit | |
| talking my brother in front of a | |
| police detective and a state | |
| trooper - | |
| Richard in the chair. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Walt doesn't run shit! There are no | |
| film or TV rights, Harlan's never | |
| allowed any adaptations of his | |
| books. Hates the idea. | |
| BLANC | |
| No! | |
| RICHARD | |
| Oh yeah! Drives Walt nuts, cause | |
| that's where the real money's at. | |
| When he gets a little Irish courage | |
| in him he'll get into it with | |
| Harlan. | |
| BLANC | |
| Did he get "into it" at the party? | |
| RICHARD | |
| Oh my god. | |
| 17. | |
| 27 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 27 | |
| Walt with a drink in his hand has cornered Harlan. Richard | |
| watches across the room as Walt goes from arguing to | |
| pleading. | |
| RICHARD (V.O.) | |
| He wouldn't leave him alone, poor | |
| guy. Harlan had to give him the | |
| hook. | |
| Harlan has had enough, he takes Walt's arm and leads him | |
| into the drawing room for a private talk. | |
| RICHARD (V.O.) | |
| I didn't hear what he said but he | |
| must have really handed him his | |
| lunch, Walt was like a wounded | |
| puppy the rest of the night. | |
| 28 INT. LIBRARY 28 | |
| Walt in the chair, indignant. | |
| WALT | |
| What? Richard said what? Jesus. No, | |
| we didn't get "into it." | |
| BLANC | |
| I'm just trying to get an accurate | |
| impression - Harlan took you aside | |
| at the party, when you returned you | |
| were chastened, what did Harlan say | |
| to you? | |
| Walt starts to open his mouth, hesitates. Off his | |
| frightened face we FLASH BACK: | |
| 29 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 29 | |
| Walt, drunk, Harlan guiding him firmly into the shadows. | |
| WALT | |
| The Netflix guys, their business | |
| affairs guy sent over something, | |
| hard numbers this time, and I think | |
| - this is a window, it's not Walt. | |
| going to last and you should just | |
| look at these numbers | |
| HARLAN | |
| 18. | |
| Walt. Walt. | |
| WALT | |
| Dad you put me in charge of our | |
| books let me be in charge, let me | |
| do this! Please. | |
| HARLAN | |
| They're not our books, son. They're | |
| my books. And this is not how I | |
| wanted to have this conversation | |
| but, you're right, it's unfair of | |
| me to keep you tethered to | |
| something that isn't yours to | |
| control. | |
| WALT | |
| What? | |
| HARLAN | |
| I've done you a grave disservice | |
| all these years, I've kept you from | |
| building something of your own, | |
| that's yours. You're not going to | |
| run the publishing house anymore. | |
| You are free of it. | |
| WALT | |
| Dad. Are you firing me? | |
| HARLAN | |
| We'll talk about details tomorrow. | |
| But my mind's made up. Good boy. | |
| Harlan pats his face, then leaves him shell shocked. | |
| 30 INT. LIBRARY 30 | |
| Back to Walt's hesitating face. The briefest of moments has | |
| passed. Walt lies: | |
| WALT | |
| We talked, we had a business | |
| discussion, about e-books, Jesus, | |
| it was nothing. You want to talk | |
| about an argument, hell Ransom had | |
| an argument with him. | |
| BLANC | |
| Ransom, Richard and Linda's son? | |
| WALT | |
| 19. | |
| Look we love Ransom, he is a good | |
| kid, we love him. | |
| BLANC | |
| ...but | |
| WALT | |
| But he's always been the black | |
| sheep of the family, and I'm not, | |
| I, I keep stuff like this in the | |
| family, but with Ransom, he's never | |
| had a job. But dad for some unknown | |
| reason has always supported him, | |
| they've got this love hate bond. | |
| They fight. But that night, god. | |
| They had a blow out. | |
| BLANC | |
| About what? | |
| 31 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 31 | |
| The family having a conversation, everyone but Harlan, | |
| Jacob and Ransom. It grinds to a halt as through the door | |
| to Harlan's study indistinct shouting booms. | |
| WALT (V.O.) | |
| We couldn't make it out, but it was | |
| huge. And it was strange they went | |
| in another room to do it - they | |
| usually love stoking up drama in | |
| front of the whole family. | |
| Ransom bursts out of the doors and storms out of the party, | |
| past Greatnana. | |
| GREATNANA | |
| Ransom are you leaving? | |
| 32 INT. LIBRARY 32 | |
| Richard in the chair. | |
| BLANC | |
| Speaking of getting into it, you | |
| were at the house early to help the | |
| caterer set up. Did you converse | |
| with Harlan at that time? | |
| RICHARD | |
| He was there, we must have spoke. | |
| 20. | |
| BLANC | |
| In his study? | |
| RICHARD | |
| I don't think so. | |
| BLANC | |
| You see, I spoke with the caterer | |
| this morning. She didn't see you | |
| helping her staff, but she did hear | |
| Harlan in a screaming match with | |
| someone that afternoon. In his | |
| study. | |
| RICHARD | |
| I don't, a screaming match? No. | |
| Joni was here too, she was early, | |
| maybe it was her, ask her. | |
| BLANC | |
| These were two male voices. | |
| 33 INT. HALLWAY - DAY OF PARTY 33 | |
| A CATERER walks through with a platter. Pauses, hears | |
| shouting through the wall. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Harlan shouted the phrase | |
| HARLAN (O.S.) | |
| ...you tell her or I will! | |
| 34 INT. LIBRARY 34 | |
| BLANC | |
| You tell her. Or I will. Bells | |
| ringing? | |
| For a just a split second, Richard considers what he is | |
| going to say. In the second, we FLASH BACK: | |
| 35 INT. SMALL STUDY - DAY OF PARTY 35 | |
| Harlan showing Richard photos on a laptop. Long lens | |
| photos, of Richard kissing a woman who is not Linda. | |
| Richard glares at it, Harlan turns an old baseball over in | |
| his hands. | |
| 21. | |
| RICHARD | |
| That's none of your business, | |
| Harlan. Stay out of my marriage. | |
| Harlan holds up a sealed small envelope with flowery | |
| embroidery, "L" written on the front. | |
| HARLAN | |
| I know my daughter. She'd want to | |
| know. I've put it all in this | |
| letter to her, tomorrow she gets | |
| it. | |
| RICHARD | |
| I'm warning you once, don't do this | |
| like hell - | |
| HARLAN | |
| She deserves to know, you're going | |
| to tell her! | |
| Harlan slams the baseball down on the desk. | |
| HARLAN | |
| You tell her or I will! | |
| 36 INT. LIBRARY 36 | |
| Back to Richard. He grins, snaps his fingers. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Yes. I know - yes, ha. So. Harlan | |
| decided to finally put his mom in a | |
| nursing home. Which Linda always | |
| opposed. And I was going to wait | |
| till we were back home in Boston to | |
| tell her, so there wouldn't be a | |
| whole scene, but Harlan wanted me | |
| to tell her then. That was it. | |
| Sorry. Forgot. | |
| Joni in the chair. | |
| JONI | |
| The house? | |
| BLANC | |
| Early. Richard said you were there. | |
| JONI | |
| I was. At the house early. | |
| 22. | |
| BLANC | |
| To see Harlan? | |
| JONI | |
| To see Harlan. Yes. | |
| Joni stops, smelling something in the air. She's about to | |
| ask about it but - | |
| BLANC | |
| What were you seeing Harlan about? | |
| JONI | |
| It was just a mix up with the | |
| payment for Meg's tuition. | |
| BLANC | |
| I'm sorry to press, what kind of | |
| mix up? | |
| Joni hesitates, we FLASH BACK: | |
| 37 INT. SMALL STUDY - DAY OF PARTY 37 | |
| Harlan at his desk, toying with the same old baseball. This | |
| is a thing he does at his desk. Joni standing, arms | |
| crossed. | |
| JONI | |
| The school hasn't got the check | |
| yet, I don't know why Alan didn't | |
| mail it | |
| HARLAN | |
| Alan didn't mail it because he | |
| caught a discrepancy. Alan's office | |
| has been wiring tuition directly to | |
| the school, as per your request. | |
| But Phyllis's office that handles | |
| your yearly allowance has been | |
| wiring the tuition money directly | |
| to you as well. As per your | |
| request. You've been double dipping | |
| Meg's tuition, stealing from me. A | |
| hundred thousand dollars a year. | |
| For the past four years. | |
| Harlan shows Joni a letter from his business manager, with | |
| transaction receipts attached. | |
| JONI | |
| 23. | |
| Harlan. I don't know how this mix | |
| up happened but | |
| Harlan opens his ledger, hand writes a check. | |
| HARLAN | |
| I'm writing this tuition check, | |
| then that is the last money you or | |
| Meg will get from me. | |
| JONI | |
| Please you don't understand | |
| HARLAN | |
| I know it'll hurt but it's for the | |
| best. | |
| Joni's speechless, her face frozen. Harlan puts the | |
| baseball down and detaches the check, holds it out to her. | |
| HARLAN | |
| My mind's made up. | |
| 38 INT. LIBRARY 38 | |
| Back to Joni. She shakes her head. | |
| JONI | |
| Just a money wiring issue. With the | |
| office at the school. So I had to | |
| ask Harlan to cut a check for this | |
| semester. No big deal. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Why don't we take a breather. | |
| 39 INT. FOYER - DAY 39 | |
| Joni comes out into the foyer from the library, obviously | |
| rattled. She pulls it together quick when Linda comes down | |
| the stairs. | |
| LINDA | |
| Joni. You haven't seen Richard have | |
| you? | |
| JONI | |
| No, I was just in with the - no. | |
| 40 INT. SMALL STUDY 40 | |
| 24. | |
| LINDA (O.S.) | |
| Richard! | |
| Alone, Richard waits very still for Linda's footsteps to | |
| walk away, then when he knows she's not coming in he | |
| furtively rifles through desk drawers, finding various | |
| ridiculous ephemera. He finds a small locked drawer, | |
| jimmies it open with a letter opener. | |
| Inside - the small pink envelope Harlan threatened him with | |
| in his flashback. He rips it open, pulls out the card | |
| inside. | |
| It is blank. | |
| Richard almost laughs. Drops it onto the desk. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Son of a bitch. | |
| He spots Harlan's old baseball. Grabs it, spitefully chucks | |
| it out the open window. | |
| 41 EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE - DAY 41 | |
| Blanc, Elliott and Wagner stroll long the wide lawn beside | |
| the house. Blanc ignites a long thin cigar. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Maybe I'm a victim of my own | |
| expectations. But when the great | |
| Benoit Blanc knocks on my door, I | |
| expect it's going to be for | |
| something... if not extraordinary, | |
| at least interesting. This is an | |
| open and shut case of suicide. | |
| (checks watch) | |
| And Benny we're at the point where | |
| I need to know what we're doing | |
| here. | |
| Blanc notices the OLD BASEBALL lying in the grass. He picks | |
| it up idly. | |
| BLANC | |
| The method, throat slit. Typical of | |
| a suicide? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Dramatic. But look around. The guy | |
| practically lives in a CLUE board. | |
| 25. | |
| 42 INT. FOYER 42 | |
| Marta sits alone, across from a portrait of Harlan. Muffled | |
| voices out on the patio. Cigar smoke drifts by outside. | |
| She creeps over to the glass door. Puts her ear to it. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (O.S.) | |
| You ask me to drag all these good | |
| people back for questioning, go | |
| over it all again, I don't get it. | |
| This is a pleasant family with the | |
| usual quarrels but no possible | |
| motives for murder - where are you | |
| going? | |
| At that moment, BLANC's face appears right next to Marta's | |
| staring right at her through the distorted glass. She yelps | |
| and falls back. | |
| 43 EXT. PATIO 43 | |
| Blanc opens the glass door. Marta steps back sheepishly, | |
| but with a warm nod Blanc beckons for her to join them. | |
| BLANC | |
| Harlan Thrombey's nurse, Marta... | |
| MARTA | |
| ...Cabrera | |
| BLANC | |
| Marta Cabrera. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Miss Cabrera, you can just wait | |
| inside - we'll be with you soon. | |
| BLANC | |
| Miss Cabrera, I been doing a little | |
| poking, you're hired on a part time | |
| basis as a registered nurse, yes? | |
| MARTA | |
| Yeah, I don't work for a VNA. | |
| Harlan hired me directly. | |
| BLANC | |
| You're paid a flat rate for how | |
| many hours a week? | |
| MARTA | |
| 26. | |
| I started at 15, but slowly he... | |
| needed more help. | |
| BLANC | |
| Medical help? | |
| MARTA | |
| He needed a friend. | |
| Blanc smiles at the girl, genuinely touched. | |
| BLANC | |
| Does having a kind heart make you a | |
| good nurse? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Blanc. | |
| BLANC | |
| Yes. Marta we were just discussing | |
| possible motives in the family. I | |
| suspect Harlan has told you much | |
| unfiltered truth about each of | |
| them, and a little bird has told | |
| me, how shall I put this | |
| delicately? You have a regurgitive | |
| reaction to mistruthin'. | |
| MARTA | |
| Who told you that? | |
| BLANC | |
| Is it true? | |
| MARTA | |
| Yes. It's something that I have had | |
| as a kid. It's a physically thing | |
| that I - I - Just the thought of | |
| lying, yeah, it makes me puke. | |
| BLANC | |
| Really? Is Richard having an | |
| affair? | |
| Marta is stunned. She FLASHES BACK TO: | |
| 44 EXT. PATIO - DAY - FLASHBACK 44 | |
| She reads, Harlan sits at his laptop, heavy with sadness. | |
| HARLAN | |
| 27. | |
| Why do men instinctively pull at | |
| loose threads on their parachutes? | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| Harlan spins his laptop towards her - the Richard photos. | |
| 45 EXT. PATIO - DAY 45 | |
| Back to our scene. Marta looks queasy, tries to stall. | |
| MARTA | |
| Heh - Richard? - affair? Heh. | |
| BLANC | |
| A yes or no will do. | |
| She struggles, her jaw clenched, face working hard, then | |
| attempts - | |
| MARTA | |
| .....no | |
| And immediately VOMITS into a nearby planter. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Whoa! | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Oh my god! | |
| They all rush to her, Blanc brings water, awfully | |
| concerned. | |
| BLANC | |
| Dear girl I'm sorry. I assumed you | |
| were speaking figuratively. | |
| Blanc takes the shortest acceptable beat of concern before | |
| turning to Elliott. | |
| BLANC | |
| Quite something. But I was | |
| obviously right, Richard is having | |
| an affair, his father in law found | |
| out and confronted him. "You tell | |
| her. Or I will." | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Even if it's true... you ok? | |
| 28. | |
| Marta gives a weak thumbs up, recovering | |
| ELLIOTT | |
| Even if that was right, protecting | |
| his marriage is weak sauce as a | |
| motive. | |
| BLANC | |
| Well. And then there is... Joni. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Joni? | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Joni?! | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Lifestyle guru Joni? No. Harlan was | |
| supporting her and her daughter, | |
| she had the opposite of a motive. | |
| Marta tries to quietly slip back into the house | |
| BLANC | |
| And if that support was threatened? | |
| Miss Cabrera one moment please | |
| MARTA | |
| I'm just going to go get some Scope | |
| BLANC | |
| Miss Cabrera, was Harlan planning | |
| on cutting off Joni's allowance? | |
| Off Marta's "oh god no" face: | |
| 46 INT. STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 46 | |
| Harlan looking at the letter from his business manager, | |
| with the transaction receipts. He sighs heavily. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Oh, Joni. | |
| MARTA | |
| What's up? | |
| He hands her the letter. | |
| 47 EXT. PATIO - DAY 47 | |
| 29. | |
| Marta's face works against impending nausea. | |
| MARTA | |
| I... | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Ok don't answer that if you're | |
| going to puke. Please. | |
| But Blanc presses. | |
| BLANC | |
| Meg said Harlan pays the school | |
| directly, Joni says he sends the | |
| money to her. Both were true, she | |
| was pocketing the double payment, | |
| Harlan found out and cut her off | |
| without a cent. Yes? | |
| Marta starts to shake her head no, but her throat | |
| convulses. | |
| She nods. Blanc hands her a glass of water. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| And she bumps him off for the | |
| inheritance? Come. On! Have you | |
| seen her insta? She's an | |
| influencer. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| An allowance as a motive, Blanc. | |
| She has her business. More weak | |
| sauce. | |
| Blanc idly scratches a spot on the side of his neck. | |
| BLANC | |
| Granted. But she lied. To me. All | |
| three of them did. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Three? | |
| BLANC | |
| Walter. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| I see where you are going with | |
| this. | |
| BLANC | |
| 30. | |
| But there was something else. | |
| Harlan had turned Walter down | |
| before regarding film rights, but | |
| that night something Harlan said | |
| shook him. We look at the pattern, | |
| Harlan was cleaning house. I | |
| wonder... | |
| (to Marta) | |
| did he plan to fire Walter? | |
| MARTA | |
| (honest & relieved) | |
| Can I wait inside? I don't feel | |
| like I should be here. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Yes, please just wait inside but | |
| stay close. | |
| She steps back in, grateful. Blanc to Elliott: | |
| BLANC | |
| You've been very patient my friend, | |
| and you are right, none of these | |
| weak alibis and domestic squibbles | |
| answer your question: why is Benoit | |
| Blanc here? But now I will tell you | |
| why. | |
| (beat) | |
| I am here because this morning | |
| someone dodged one very important | |
| question. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Who? | |
| BLANC | |
| Me. Linda asked who hired me. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| So who hired you? | |
| BLANC | |
| I. Do. Not. Know. An envelope of | |
| cash showed up at my apartment | |
| yesterday, with the news clipping | |
| of Thrombey's death. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| An envelope? That worked? | |
| BLANC | |
| An envelope of cash. | |
| 31. | |
| Blanc indicates with his fingers - several inches thick. | |
| BLANC | |
| So somebody suspects foul play, but | |
| goes through this ha cha dance of | |
| hiring me, of staying anonymous. It | |
| makes no damn sense. Compels me | |
| though. | |
| BLANC | |
| (beat) | |
| Walk me through everyone's | |
| whereabouts at the time of death. | |
| Elliott hesitates, but Blanc's got him hooked. He flips | |
| open his notebook. Blanc leans back, closes his eyes. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| We know, the party broke up at | |
| 11:30. | |
| 48 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 48 | |
| Marta and Harlan vanish up the stairs towards the third | |
| floor, while Richard and Linda head into the bedroom right | |
| next to the stairs. Down the hallway Joni waves, and ducks | |
| into another bedroom. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Marta took Harlan upstairs to give | |
| him his meds, Richard and Linda and | |
| Joni went right to bed. Now we do | |
| have this: the stairs leading up to | |
| Harlan's bedroom and his attic | |
| office creak horribly. | |
| 49 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF THE PARTY 49 | |
| Richard sleeps deep, Linda sleeps lightly. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| And Linda is a light sleeper. So we | |
| know every time someone took the | |
| stairs that night. | |
| 50 INT. JONI AND MEG'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 50 | |
| Joni has decorated the room with colorful silks and | |
| candles. | |
| 32. | |
| She is in lotus position on her bed, meditating. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| The first was when Joni heard a ka- | |
| THUNK from somewhere above her in | |
| the house. | |
| Ka-THUNK! Joni looks up at the ceiling. | |
| 51 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 51 | |
| Joni trots down the hall and up the creaky stairs. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| She's concerned about Harlan, she | |
| went up to investigate. Waking | |
| Linda. | |
| 52 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 52 | |
| CREAK CREAK CREAK! From outside. Linda's eyes pop open. | |
| 53 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 53 | |
| Joni knocks on the door of Harlan's attic office. It opens, | |
| and Harlan answers. In the room behind him we see Marta, | |
| her back turned, preparing a hypo needle. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Harlan was in his attic office with | |
| Marta. He explained that they had | |
| just knocked the GO board over - | |
| that game with the grid and stones, | |
| they play it every night, and he | |
| was fine, go to bed. So she does. | |
| The spilled GO board on the floor. Joni kisses Harlan on | |
| the cheek, goes. He shuts the door. | |
| 54 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 54 | |
| Linda has just gotten back to sleep. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Ten minutes later, Linda is woken a | |
| second time, by Marta leaving. | |
| CREAK CREAK CREAK! Linda wakes, supremely annoyed. | |
| 33. | |
| MARTA (O.S.) | |
| Walt! I'm leaving! | |
| 55 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF PARTY 55 | |
| Walt and Jacob sit on the porch, Walt with a cigar, Jacob | |
| with his phone. Marta trots through, saying goodbye. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Walt was smoking a cigar on the | |
| porch with his son. He saw her | |
| leave and drive off, and noted the | |
| time - midnight. | |
| Walt glances at his watch. Midnight. | |
| 56 INT. RICHARD AND LINDA'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 56 | |
| Linda with a pillow over her head. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Fifteen minutes later, Linda is | |
| woken for the third and final time. | |
| By someone coming down the stairs. | |
| CREAK CREAK CREAK! Linda wakes. You've gotta be kidding me. | |
| 57 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF PARTY 57 | |
| Walt, still smoking with Jacob, spots Harlan through the | |
| glazed glass, coming down the stairs in the foyer. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Harlan. Who came down for midnight | |
| snacks, which Walt tried to | |
| discourage. | |
| WALT | |
| Dad, go to bed! | |
| Through the glazed glass, Harlan goes back up the stairs. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Based on this, the medical examiner | |
| determined time of death to be | |
| between 12:15 and 2am. As Walt was | |
| finishing his cigar, about 12:30, | |
| Meg came home. She went straight to | |
| bed. Walt and Jacob turned in | |
| shortly after that. | |
| 34. | |
| Meg pulls up, trots past Walt and Jacob and inside. | |
| 58 INT. JONI AND MEG'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY 58 | |
| Meg stirs, wakes. Joni is asleep. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (V.O.) | |
| Sometime later that night, | |
| undetermined but possibly near 3am, | |
| Meg woke up because the dogs were | |
| barking outside. She used the | |
| bathroom and went back to bed. | |
| 59 EXT. PATIO - DAY 59 | |
| Elliott snaps the notebook closed. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| And that's it. Everyone's stories | |
| matched, every movement accounted | |
| for. | |
| BLANC | |
| There is no other staircase up to | |
| Harlan's room? | |
| Blanc scratches that same spot on the side of his neck. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| No. Just the creaky one. | |
| Blanc seems intrigued by this. | |
| BLANC | |
| Interesting. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| So I guess we can rule out Ransom, | |
| he wasn't there. And Marta, Harlan | |
| was alive after she left. But Meg | |
| got home during the time of death | |
| window. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| 35. | |
| Except it was a suicide. Harlan hit | |
| both carotids, we saw from the | |
| blood blood splat patterns that | |
| they were uninterrupted. Meaning, | |
| It's almost impossible for anyone | |
| to have been around him at the | |
| time. He's the one that cut his own | |
| throat. I don't know why we keep | |
| going over this. | |
| BLANC | |
| Physical evidence can tell a clear | |
| story with a forked tongue. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| What? | |
| BLANC | |
| And as we've seen this morning, | |
| everyone can lie. Well. Almost | |
| everyone. | |
| 60 INT. LIBRARY - LATE AFTERNOON 60 | |
| Marta in the chair. She shifts, uncomfortable. | |
| Blanc, Elliott and Wagner in their normal places. | |
| BLANC | |
| Ms. Cabrera, we've kept you waiting | |
| all afternoon because I wanted to | |
| hear from you last. I wanted to | |
| have the entire picture of the | |
| evening in my head. Your piece of | |
| it is at its very center. So | |
| please, take your time. You took | |
| Mr. Thrombey upstairs at 11:30. And | |
| left at midnight. Think very | |
| carefully. And with as much detail | |
| as possible, tell us what happened | |
| in that half hour. | |
| Marta is very still. A moment of silence. Blanc flips his | |
| silver dollar into the air. | |
| She does not say a word, but in that moment while the coin | |
| hangs in the air we FLASH BACK with her to: | |
| 61 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 61 | |
| The night of the party. A clock on a nightstand: 11:32. | |
| 36. | |
| Off screen we hear Marta leading Harlan up the creaky | |
| stairs. | |
| MARTA | |
| Up up up up - you got it? | |
| HARLAN | |
| I got it. Up up up I got | |
| it. | |
| Marta enters the room, and behind her we see Harlan keep | |
| climbing up the narrow stairs to his office. | |
| MARTA | |
| Up up nooooo no not tonight, no | |
| straight to bed tonight it is soooo | |
| late c'mon. Harlan. Harlan! | |
| She grabs a med kit from the bedroom and follows him, | |
| exasperated. | |
| 62 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 62 | |
| Harlan sits, setting up a GO board. Marta enters. | |
| MARTA | |
| It's late, I had champagne no no no | |
| HARLAN | |
| It's my birthday, we are - You had | |
| one glass - we're not breaking | |
| tradition on my birthday. | |
| Marta puts two vials and a pill box on the GO board. She | |
| pulls out two plastic wrapped hypodermics. | |
| MARTA | |
| Take your goddamn medicine and go | |
| to bed. | |
| HARLAN | |
| If you're going to put that vile | |
| shit in me you will have to earn | |
| it. On my birthday. | |
| (playing it up) | |
| Eighty fifth. So old. Soo olddd | |
| MARTA | |
| Alright old man. 8x8 game. You | |
| ready? | |
| 37. | |
| She sits and they start clacking white and black stones on | |
| the board. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Why can't I beat you at this game? | |
| Oh uh huh. | |
| MEG | |
| Because I'm not playing to beat | |
| you, I'm playing to build a | |
| beautiful pattern. | |
| They play fast, and Marta is obviously winning. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Elder abuse. I'm calling the AARP. | |
| MARTA | |
| Don't make me get the belt. | |
| HARLAN | |
| It's basically over. My only hope | |
| is that an earthquake will strike. | |
| But what are the chances - | |
| Harlan starts shaking the table with his knee. He looks | |
| around, startled. Marta just stares at him, deadpan. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Get under a door frame! | |
| He tips the whole table and the GO board and med vials and | |
| syringe and med kit fall to the soft rug. Things spill out | |
| of the kit. A mess. Marta just shakes her head. | |
| MARTA | |
| Meds then beds. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Fair. | |
| She retrieves the vials and loads a syringe from one of | |
| them. Harlan rolls up his sleeve revealing a pre-inserted | |
| catheter. He crosses to close the room's only small window. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Ugh, Walt's smoking a cigar on the | |
| porch. Nasty things. | |
| MARTA | |
| How was tonight? | |
| 38. | |
| She hooks the syringe up to the catheter and slowly injects | |
| him bit by bit while he talks. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Tonight was... good. | |
| MARTA | |
| Because I know you weren't looking | |
| forward to it. | |
| HARLAN | |
| No. But I did it. Cut the line on | |
| all four of them. It was not easy. | |
| This goddamn fortune. Sometimes I | |
| think, everything I've given my | |
| family, I've done, maybe without | |
| knowing it, maybe, to keep them | |
| beneath me. I should have what... | |
| maybe, I don't know. Encouraged | |
| Walt to write his own stories, not | |
| just be a caretaker of mine. Like | |
| you said I should. Been a father, | |
| not just a provider, to Joni. Like | |
| you've also said. I should have | |
| been kinder to Linda. And Ransom. | |
| Harlan takes a curved ornamental dagger from a display | |
| mount, turns it over in his hands. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Jesus there's so much me in that | |
| kid. Confident, stupid, I dunno. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Protected. Playing life like a game | |
| without consequence, till you can't | |
| tell the difference between a stage | |
| prop and a real knife. | |
| He stabs it into the desk, sharp and real. Leaves it there. | |
| HARLAN | |
| I don't fear death. But god I'd | |
| like to fix some of this before I | |
| go. Close the book with a flourish. | |
| I guess we'll see. | |
| MARTA | |
| I guess we will. Hey. Old man. | |
| You've had a long day. Wanna do | |
| drugs. | |
| She loads the second syringe from the second vial. | |
| 39. | |
| HARLAN | |
| you mean the good stuff? | |
| MARTA | |
| Yeah but just a tiny bit. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Send me to lala land. Why did I | |
| wait till my mid eighties to become | |
| a morphine user, what a schmuck, | |
| what a nud-nig, this stuff's the | |
| best. | |
| She pulls the needle from the second vial... then sees the | |
| label. Freezes. Blinks at it. | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh my god. | |
| She snatches up the first vial she just injected him from. | |
| Compares the label to the one she just picked up. They're | |
| similar but not the same. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Is there a problem? | |
| MARTA | |
| This is what I just gave you 100 | |
| milligrams of. But I messed up. | |
| HARLAN | |
| You gave me 100 milligrams of the | |
| good stuff. | |
| She immediately pulls an EMERGENCY KIT from a nearby shelf, | |
| starts calmly but quickly going through its contents. | |
| HARLAN | |
| What's the good stuff dosage | |
| supposed to be? | |
| MARTA | |
| Lets not call it that right now - | |
| three milligrams. | |
| HARLAN | |
| That's much less. So what happens? | |
| MARTA | |
| I give you an emergency shot of | |
| Naloxone, so that you don't die in | |
| ten minutes. | |
| 40. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Well no pressure. You know that's | |
| an interesting, efficient method | |
| for murder, I need to write that | |
| down. | |
| He gets a little notebook and scribbles while she checks | |
| and rechecks the kit contents with increasing urgency. | |
| HARLAN | |
| So if someone switched the meds on | |
| purpose I'd be dead in ten minutes, | |
| like stone cold dead? | |
| MARTA | |
| You'll feel symptoms in five. | |
| Sweats, disorientation. Then yeah, | |
| that big a dose, injected, within | |
| ten your respiratory - your - yes | |
| ten minutes. | |
| HARLAN | |
| From the time of injection, so | |
| eightish now. And even if the | |
| victim called an ambulance when he | |
| first felt symptoms, if he was at a | |
| country home like this one... where | |
| the ambulance takes fifteen minutes | |
| to arrive, it would be too late. If | |
| the victim didn't have this | |
| emergency Naxostuff. | |
| He watches her. She's now digging around the carpet, | |
| looking under the couch. She dumps the entire contents of | |
| the kit out and is now frantically going through it. A bead | |
| of sweat rolls down Harlan's brow. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Marta. Do you have Naxostuff? | |
| MARTA | |
| Yes! Naloxone yes it comes with the | |
| emergency kit - it should be here, | |
| it's - fuck. No Harlan it's not | |
| here. It's not. Oh my god. | |
| They look at each other for a second. She's panicked. He's | |
| thinking. | |
| MARTA | |
| Where's my phone? Shit - | |
| 41. | |
| She picks up a landline phone on the table, dials 911 with | |
| shaking hands - | |
| Before it can even ring, the line goes dead. | |
| She looks, unbelieving: Harlan's finger is on the cradle. | |
| His eyes are locked with hers, serious and certain. | |
| MARTA | |
| Harlan what are you doing? | |
| HARLAN | |
| Marta, listen to me. | |
| She goes for her cell phone across the room and Harlan | |
| stops her - they trip and fall to the ground with a KA- | |
| THUNK. | |
| He actually puts his hand over her mouth. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Listen. If what you said is true I | |
| am gone, there's no saving me, we | |
| have six minutes. There is one last | |
| thing I need to do in this world, | |
| and only you can help me do it. But | |
| you need to trust me and do | |
| everything I say. | |
| MARTA | |
| What do you want to do? | |
| HARLAN | |
| Get you out of this. Think of your | |
| mom - please trust me, we have to | |
| make this look ironclad like it | |
| can't have been your fault. You. | |
| Can't. Have done this. | |
| MARTA | |
| My mom...? | |
| CREAK on the stairs outside. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Get up. | |
| A knock on the door. | |
| JONI (O.S.) | |
| Harlan? Marta? Everything alright? | |
| 42. | |
| Harlan and Marta stand. She's dazed, deer in the | |
| headlights, but he's focused and sharp. He turns her away | |
| from the door. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Stand here, keep your back to me, | |
| don't say a word. | |
| Harlan opens the door. While he gets rid of Joni we stick | |
| with Marta, who stands stock still, tears running down her | |
| face, eyes wild - what does she do? | |
| HARLAN | |
| Joni. | |
| JONI | |
| I - hi - I heard something, is | |
| everything ok? | |
| HARLAN | |
| Oh yes we just, I just knocked over | |
| the GO board, sorry about that. | |
| JONI | |
| Everything's alright? | |
| HARLAN | |
| Yes yes all fine, go to bed Joni. | |
| JONI | |
| Ok. And maybe we can talk tomorrow | |
| about the, uh, the thing with | |
| HARLAN | |
| Yes. Tomorrow. | |
| JONI | |
| Love you, Night. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Night night. | |
| Harlan shuts the door. Looks at the knife still sticking in | |
| the desk. Then takes Marta's shoulders, looks in her eyes. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Pay attention now, your mom is | |
| still undocumented, if this is your | |
| fault she'll be found out and at | |
| best deported, your family will be | |
| broken. | |
| A new kind of fear in Marta's eyes. | |
| 43. | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh god | |
| HARLAN | |
| But we're not going to let that | |
| happen. I have a plan, it's not | |
| going to be easy but you have to do | |
| exactly what I tell you. Will you | |
| do this Marta? This last thing. For | |
| me, and for your family. | |
| She's terrified. But she nods. | |
| MARTA | |
| What do you want me to do? | |
| 63 EXT. FRONT PORCH - NIGHT OF THE PARTY - FLASHBACK 63 | |
| Walt smoking and Jacob. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Go downstairs as noisily as you | |
| can, say goodbye loudly. | |
| MARTA (O.S.) | |
| Walt! I'm leaving! | |
| Marta exits quickly, down to her car. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Call attention to the time if you | |
| can. | |
| MARTA | |
| God it's midnight already. | |
| Walt checks his watch. | |
| 64 INT. MARTA'S CAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 64 | |
| She drives out the guard gate and down the private road. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Drive out the gate, then to avoid | |
| the security cameras, pull off the | |
| road BEFORE the carved elephant. | |
| Up ahead - a weathered wood carved elephant statue. | |
| MARTA | |
| Wait... was it before or after? | |
| 44. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| AFTER the carved elephant. | |
| MARTA | |
| No, he said - before? Was it? | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| BEAFTERFORE the carved elephant. | |
| MARTA | |
| Shit... | |
| She yanks the wheel and pulls off BEFORE the statue. | |
| 65 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 65 | |
| Marta trudges away from the parked car, tree branches | |
| catching her hair. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Park and come back on foot up to | |
| the house, | |
| 66 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE GATE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 66 | |
| A waist-high stone wall with a little pedestrian gate. The | |
| house up ahead. Marta goes through the gate and up towards | |
| the house. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Take the side yard path, through | |
| that little gate. | |
| The DOGS sprint down the moonlit yard from the house | |
| towards Marta. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| The dogs will know you, they | |
| shouldn't bark. | |
| The dogs stop at Marta and lick her hand. | |
| 67 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 67 | |
| Marta looks up the side of the looming house. A sturdy | |
| trellis on the wall, and high above a third story window. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| 45. | |
| You've got to get up to the third | |
| floor without being seen, and the | |
| only way is to climb the side | |
| trellis and come in through the | |
| trick hall window. | |
| MARTA | |
| You've gotta be kidding me. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| I am not. Do it. | |
| Cut to: moments later, Marta climbing the trellis. It's | |
| easy going until a piece BREAKS under her foot, and she | |
| swings for a second by one hand. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| And for godssakes don't make any | |
| noise. | |
| 68 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 68 | |
| What appears to be a dead end hallway, with a painting at | |
| the end. BUT suddenly the end wall swings away like a door, | |
| revealing a WINDOW behind it. Marta heaves her way in | |
| through it, and steps lightly into Harlan's bedroom. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Once you're inside, this is the | |
| tricky part. | |
| MARTA (V.O.) | |
| THIS is the tricky part? | |
| 69 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 69 | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Get my robe and cap from my | |
| bedroom. And put them on. | |
| She picks them up from the bed. Stops. A moment of doubt. | |
| 70 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 70 | |
| Back to the scene with Harlan. Marta stops him. | |
| MARTA | |
| Harlan this is - I - this is crazy | |
| - | |
| 46. | |
| HARLAN | |
| We need to make this so airtight | |
| your average cop will entirely | |
| dismiss you as a suspect. This | |
| seems crazy but it will work. | |
| 71 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 71 | |
| Marta in the robe, pulling the cap on, tucking her hair | |
| under it. | |
| 72 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 72 | |
| Marta, in Harlan's robe and cap, creeps down the creaky | |
| stairs, then keeps going down. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Walt and Jacob are smoking outside. | |
| They'll see you... | |
| 73 INT. FOYER - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 73 | |
| Marta come down the stairs, and sees the outline of Walt | |
| and Jacob outside through the glazed window windows. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| ...through the glazed window. | |
| She holds her breath, a deer in the headlights. | |
| WALT | |
| Dad, go to bed. | |
| Marta heads right back up the stairs. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| You were seen leaving, the security | |
| cameras show you driving off, and | |
| twenty minutes later I am seen | |
| alive and well by my son. | |
| 74 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT 74 | |
| Marta climbs the creaky stairs. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| You've gone from suspect number one | |
| to an impossibility. | |
| 47. | |
| 75 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 75 | |
| Marta ducks in, ditching the robe and cap on the bed. | |
| 76 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT 76 | |
| Marta shimmies down the last of the trellis. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Leave the way you came. And don't. | |
| Be. Seen. | |
| She hops to the ground, then FREEZES and almost shouts. | |
| She's facing a darkened first floor window. Wide open. And | |
| inside it, staring RIGHT AT her, is Greatnana. | |
| Marta is frozen. Greatnana isn't moving either. Just has | |
| her eyes locked on Marta. | |
| After what seems like forever, Greatnana cocks her head | |
| slightly and asks... | |
| GREATNANA | |
| Ransom? Are you back again already? | |
| Marta breathes. And backs away. Then turns and goes, | |
| quickly, down across the lawn. | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| Drive home. Sometime in the next | |
| few days the police will question | |
| you. | |
| 77 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT 77 | |
| Back to Harlan and Marta. | |
| MARTA | |
| Harlan I can't lie I'll puke | |
| HARLAN | |
| Don't lie. Tell fragments of the | |
| truth. In this exact order: | |
| 78 INT. LIBRARY - LATE AFTERNOON 78 | |
| 48. | |
| Blanc catches his coin. Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper | |
| Wagner look up at Marta, expectant. Just a brief moment has | |
| passed since we left them. | |
| MARTA | |
| I took him upstairs. We played our | |
| nightly game of GO, at some point | |
| he knocked the board over and Joni | |
| came up to check on us. Then I gave | |
| him pain medication, he pulled his | |
| shoulder last week, and left him in | |
| his study. At midnight. Said bye to | |
| Walt, went home. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| What medication did he get? | |
| Marta chooses her words very carefully: | |
| MARTA | |
| Since his injury I've been giving | |
| him a 100 milligram IV push of | |
| Toradol, a non narcotic analgesic. | |
| And to help him sleep, 3 milligrams | |
| of morphine. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Anything unusual about his | |
| demeanor? | |
| Uh oh. Marta keeps it solid. Superhuman effort. | |
| MARTA | |
| No. | |
| The three men nod. Blanc holds Marta's gaze. She holds it | |
| right back. Then he smiles. | |
| BLANC | |
| Well that sounds about right. Thank | |
| you Ms. Cabrera. | |
| 79 INT. FOYER - MOMENTS LATER 79 | |
| Marta walks calmly out of the library. Then across the | |
| foyer into a small door. | |
| 80 INT. HALF BATH 80 | |
| Marta walks in, closes the door behind her, locks it, turns | |
| on both the taps, and PUKES into the toilet. | |
| 49. | |
| 81 INT. LINDA'S ROOM 81 | |
| Linda stands in her childhood room, by the window in the | |
| ebbing light. From a shelf she pulls a stack of PINK | |
| NOTECARDS, identical to the one Harlan showed Richard in | |
| his office. But these are covered in writing, sweet little | |
| notes, a father to his daughter. | |
| WALT (O.S.) | |
| Hey sis. People are going to start | |
| getting here for the memorial | |
| pretty soon. Are you- Are you | |
| alright? | |
| She looks up. Walt in the doorway. She wipes her eyes, | |
| indicates the notes. | |
| LINDA | |
| I was just thinking about Dad's | |
| games. This all feels like one, it | |
| feels like something he'd write, | |
| not do. I keep waiting for a big | |
| reveal, where it all makes sense. | |
| How nice would that be? | |
| Her little brother hugs her. His eyes tired and dark. | |
| 82 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 82 | |
| HARLAN THROMBEY - his portrait, with an ambiguous look on | |
| his face. | |
| Marta. Soda water in hand at the reception that night. | |
| Staring shell shocked at Harlan. | |
| The reception for friends of the family. Tables of food. | |
| Twenty or thirty people milling, in dark tasteful clothes, | |
| with the whole Thrombey family. | |
| A tearful Fran has cornered Marta, talks through sobs: | |
| FRAN | |
| 50. | |
| I don't think he killed himself I | |
| don't. I don't. There's this | |
| Hallmark movie Deadly By Surprise | |
| where Danica McKellar plays a wife | |
| who gets poisoned by her husband | |
| but bit by bit so she thinks she's | |
| going crazy and she ends up killing | |
| herself, and my cousin who's the | |
| receptionist at the medical | |
| examiners office says that kind of | |
| thing can totally happen, she says | |
| it's not even like 3% as crazy as | |
| stuff she's seen come through the - | |
| As Fran's talking, Marta looks at the room of family | |
| members, gathered around talking. | |
| She FLASHES BACK to: | |
| 83 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK - NIGHT 83 | |
| NIGHT OF THE PARTY | |
| Harlan and Ransom go off together to have a private talk, | |
| leaving the family having a heated conversation in the | |
| living room. | |
| RICHARD | |
| I don't like him no he's an asshole | |
| but maybe an asshole's what we | |
| needed oh uh huh yeah there you go | |
| JONI | |
| Oh god. Yeah an asshole's what | |
| Germany needed in nineteen thirty | |
| ever | |
| Marta stays on the outskirts. Fran, with a tray of | |
| champagne flutes: | |
| FRAN | |
| Jesus. I'm gonna disappear until | |
| the politics talk is done. You want | |
| some champers? | |
| MARTA | |
| No I'm technically working. Thanks. | |
| Marta checks her watch. Meanwhile Donna, who's had a few, | |
| is tearing into the family fight. | |
| DONNA | |
| 51. | |
| We're losing our way of life and | |
| our culture, there's millions of | |
| Mexicans coming and this isn't Joni | |
| don't make this a race thing, I'd | |
| say the same thing if they were | |
| European immigrants - we allow them | |
| in and they think they own what's | |
| ours | |
| JONI | |
| Oh god really - yeah it's not a | |
| race thing yeah Oh yeah, if the | |
| Swiss were clogging in the streets | |
| - They're putting. Children. In | |
| cages. I mean these are camps. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Nobody's saying that isn't bad, but | |
| I blame the parents | |
| JONI | |
| For wanting a better life for their | |
| kids, isn't that what America | |
| RICHARD | |
| For breaking the law. You're going | |
| to hate hearing this but it's true, | |
| America is for Americans. Marta, | |
| come here. | |
| Richard beckons her over, waving his cake plate. We've seen | |
| this moment before, silent, during Richard's questioning. | |
| LINDA | |
| Oh god don't. | |
| Marta is drawn over next to Richard, very uncomfortable. | |
| RICHARD | |
| No, Marta your family came from | |
| Uruguay but you did it right, she | |
| did it legally, I'm saying. You | |
| work hard, and you'll earn your | |
| share from the ground up just like | |
| dad and all of us did - Marta I bet | |
| you agree with me. | |
| LINDA | |
| Leave the poor girl alone. | |
| RICHARD | |
| 52. | |
| No Marta do you agree, I'd like you | |
| to answer - you wanna become an | |
| American, there are legal ways to | |
| do it, but if you break the law it | |
| doesn't matter if you have a good | |
| heart, you gotta face the | |
| consequences. | |
| At that moment booming shouts begin behind the study door - | |
| Harlan and Ransom going at it. Ransom bursts out. | |
| Marta takes the opportunity to slip into the hallway, | |
| alone. | |
| She breathes hard. Takes a champagne flute from the tray. | |
| Drinks it in one gulp. | |
| 84 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 84 | |
| END FLASHBACK. Marta in the same spot, Fran still talking | |
| her ear off. The room sways. Marta sucks in breath, sways, | |
| and braces herself against the wall. | |
| FRAN | |
| Oh my god Marta, what? | |
| Meg runs over, rubs her back. | |
| MEG | |
| Whoa hey, c'mere, hey. What do you, | |
| you want water? Breathe. Hey. Fran | |
| have you still got your stash? | |
| 85 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT 85 | |
| Empty and dark, fireplace blazing. Above the fireplace is | |
| an ornate mantle clock. Fran uses a key to unlock one of | |
| several tiny drawers hidden in its face, takes out a joint | |
| and hands it to Meg. | |
| FRAN | |
| Take em whenever you need em - | |
| they're just drying out since you | |
| gave me that Juul. | |
| MEG | |
| Thanks Fran. | |
| Fran leaves them alone. | |
| 53. | |
| MARTA | |
| I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry | |
| MEG | |
| Stop saying you're sorry Jesus | |
| Meg lights the joint. | |
| MARTA | |
| God my heart won't stop, I can't - | |
| it's just everything, no, thank you | |
| she refuses the joint, then realizes where it came from. | |
| MARTA | |
| That's where Fran keeps her stash? | |
| MEG | |
| Who's going to open a clock? | |
| 86 INT. LIVING ROOM 86 | |
| Walt yells at a non responsive, bored Greatnana. | |
| WALT | |
| DO YOU WANT DINNER, NANA? DINNER? | |
| TO EAT? EAT? | |
| LINDA | |
| Walt she's fine, she ate the whole | |
| salmon spread already. | |
| Meg grabs Walt, pulls him to Marta. | |
| MEG | |
| Did you tell Marta yet? What we all | |
| talked about? | |
| WALT | |
| No, not yet, is now a good time? | |
| MEG | |
| Yes a very good time. Right now. | |
| WALT | |
| Marta. We've talked it over, and | |
| (wait) | |
| Have you been smoking grass? | |
| MEG | |
| No. | |
| 54. | |
| WALT | |
| We talked it over and the whole | |
| family, we want to take care of | |
| you. | |
| MARTA | |
| What does that mean? | |
| MEG | |
| We all think you deserve something. | |
| WALT | |
| Financially, we want to help you | |
| out. You were never anything but | |
| good to dad. Because of that, you | |
| can count on us. | |
| Walt embraces her, Meg puts a hand on her back. | |
| Over Walt's shoulder, Marta sees Harlan's portrait again. | |
| Has its expression changed? It looks like it has a slight | |
| conspiratorial smile. Marta breathes - maybe this is all | |
| going to be ok. | |
| WALT | |
| I thought you should have been at | |
| the funeral, by the way. I was | |
| outvoted. | |
| 87 EXT. SIDE PORCH - NIGHT 87 | |
| Later. Marta comes out to get some air. Exhales deeply. | |
| And then jumps - she's not alone. Benoit Blanc sits in a | |
| wicker chair in the dark, smoking a long thin cigar. | |
| MARTA | |
| Wah ha. Detective. You're still | |
| here? | |
| BLANC | |
| Mm. | |
| Silence. Blanc smokes and stares at Marta. Marta shifts. | |
| MARTA | |
| Did you know Harlan? | |
| BLANC | |
| 55. | |
| He knew my father who was a police | |
| detective. Years ago. My father | |
| respected Harlan. That says quite a | |
| lot. | |
| MARTA | |
| So that's why you're here? | |
| BLANC | |
| Here now here? No. I stayed hoping | |
| to speak to you a little more. | |
| MARTA | |
| Uh? | |
| BLANC | |
| Something is afoot with this whole | |
| affair. I know it, and I believe | |
| you know it. | |
| MARTA | |
| So you're... going to keep digging. | |
| BLANC | |
| Harlan's detectives they dig, they | |
| rifle and root, truffle pigs. I | |
| anticipate the terminus of | |
| gravity's rainbow. | |
| MARTA | |
| Gravity's Rainbow. | |
| BLANC | |
| It's a novel. | |
| MARTA | |
| I know. I haven't read it. | |
| BLANC | |
| Neither have I. Nobody has. But I | |
| like the title. It describes the | |
| path of a projectile, determined by | |
| natural law. Voila, my method. I | |
| observe the facts without biases of | |
| the head or heart, I determine the | |
| arc's path, stroll leisurely to its | |
| terminus, and the truth falls at my | |
| feet. | |
| (beat) | |
| 56. | |
| The medical examiner was ready to | |
| rule this a suicide, but Elliott | |
| agreed to keep it pending for forty | |
| eight hours. Tomorrow morning I | |
| search the grounds and the house, | |
| begin my investigation. I want you | |
| to be by my side for it. My | |
| confidant, my eyes and ears. | |
| MARTA | |
| What but - why me? | |
| BLANC | |
| I trust your kind heart. Also you | |
| are the only one who had nothing to | |
| gain from Harlan's death. So. | |
| Watson. | |
| Blank puts out his cigar, stands. | |
| MARTA | |
| You want my insight into this | |
| family? None of them are murderers. | |
| That's my insight. | |
| BLANC | |
| And yet. Be it cruel or comforting, | |
| this machine unerringly arrives at | |
| the truth. That's what it does. | |
| MARTA | |
| Always? | |
| He does a little bow. | |
| BLANC | |
| Tomorrow at eight. | |
| Marta watches him go. | |
| 88 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 88 | |
| Marta gets home. Her mom is on the couch, zoning out in | |
| front of the TV, still in a cleaning uniform. Without a | |
| word Marta sits next to her. Stares at the TV. | |
| Off her eyes, we FLASH BACK with her: | |
| 89 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 89 | |
| HARLAN | |
| 57. | |
| I know I missed something... | |
| there's going to be something I | |
| missed. But I know you can beat it. | |
| Without losing your soul you have | |
| to do what you have to do to beat | |
| this, and win. | |
| MARTA | |
| I can't. | |
| HARLAN | |
| You can and you have to. For me. | |
| Right now. | |
| She's out the door and he shuts it. | |
| 90 INT. OUTSIDE HARLAN'S ATTIC OFFICE DOOR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 90 | |
| Marta stands frozen. Soft voices of Walt and Jacob float up | |
| from downstairs. She turns back to the door. | |
| Silence. Moments going by. Shit. Can she do this? Shit. | |
| No. She turns and pushes back into the office - | |
| 91 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 91 | |
| MARTA | |
| Harlan I have to get you help - | |
| Harlan reclines on the couch in the middle of the room, | |
| ornate dagger against his throat. Marta's eyes go wide. | |
| HARLAN | |
| Do what I say and everything's | |
| going to be ok, Marta. I promise. | |
| She makes a move to stop him and with one quick motion he | |
| DRAWS THE DAGGER across his throat. Blood sprays. | |
| She leaps back, hands to her mouth, spins and leaves the | |
| room, closing the door behind her. | |
| 92 EXT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 92 | |
| Breathing hard, silent crying. Then her breathing slows. | |
| Her brain taking over. Resolve settling. The dice are | |
| thrown. She wipes her eyes. Then bounds down the stairs, | |
| out of frame. | |
| 58. | |
| 93 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 93 | |
| Back to Marta and her mom on the couch. She puts her hand | |
| on Mom's knee. | |
| MARTA | |
| Everything's going to be ok. I | |
| promise. | |
| MOM | |
| (of course) | |
| I know. | |
| They go back to watching TV. But Marta's mind is buzzing. | |
| On her white sneaker, we see but she does not - one single | |
| drop of blood. | |
| 94 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE GUARD GATE - MORNING 94 | |
| The gate is open, Marta's car pulls up just inside it. The | |
| small Guard house next to the gate, Blanc, Elliott and | |
| Wagner outside it. Blanc waves to her. | |
| 95 INT. GUARD HOUSE 95 | |
| Thrombey's security man, MR PROOFROC, guides them into the | |
| cramped dusty space. Proofroc is old and salty. He shows | |
| them old photos of the house, stuck to a steel fridge with | |
| big brightly colored fruit magnets. | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| Fifty years I worked this estate, | |
| you know security back then meant | |
| making the rounds with a 94, | |
| keeping your ears open. Before all | |
| this modern technology. | |
| Nothing in the room is newer than 1988. An 8 inch CRT | |
| monitor shows a phosphorescent live feed of the road | |
| outside the gate, and a top loaded VHS VCR sits next to it. | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| Well the video here, I saved the | |
| tape from that night, usually I | |
| erase 'em with the magnetic de- | |
| gauser, but I thought better save | |
| that one. Cause, security. That's | |
| the live feed there. | |
| 59. | |
| Marta notices something with alarm - the video feed shows | |
| the road outside, and at the top edge you can just barely | |
| see the carved elephant that marks the gardener's utility | |
| road. She realizes Harlan said | |
| HARLAN (V.O.) | |
| ...to avoid the security cameras, | |
| pull off the road AFTER the carved | |
| elephant. | |
| Marta keeps a poker face, but.. shit. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| (to Proofroc) | |
| Can we see the actual TAPE? | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| Oh sure. | |
| CLACK! The tape loads into the mechanical VCR. An | |
| impossibly grainy, smeared night vision view of the road | |
| outside the gate. Time stamp: 10:02pm. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| It's like a Japanese horror movie. | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| (proud) | |
| I record it SSLP, gets eight hours | |
| per tape. Nine pm to five am. | |
| BLANC | |
| Can we - | |
| (to Marta) | |
| Can we scan forward? | |
| MARTA | |
| (to Proofroc) | |
| Can we scan forward? | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| Hold the play button down and press | |
| the FF down halfway till you feel | |
| it grind. | |
| Wagner does, the machine makes horrible noises and the | |
| picture frizzles and frazzles. Then stops and ejects. | |
| MR PROOFROC | |
| And hold the tape down or it'll | |
| eject. | |
| BLANC | |
| 60. | |
| Can your guys digitize it so we can | |
| scan it properly? | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| I'm sure we can. | |
| MARTA | |
| I got it. | |
| Marta grabs the tape from the VCR. | |
| 96 EXT. WOODS - DAY 96 | |
| They all hack through the overgrown gardener's path. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| You know all these statues that you | |
| see around here - they are all | |
| straight out of his series the | |
| "menagerie tragedy series", pretty | |
| cool. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| (dry) | |
| Awesome. Blanc the grounds are | |
| lovely but you think what, someone | |
| broke into the house? To kill | |
| Harlan? Is that why we're out here? | |
| BLANC | |
| I think it's an unlikely but if | |
| they did, there will be traces. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| I'll take that, thanks ma'am. | |
| Marta hands Wagner the VHS tape. Then she discretely | |
| pockets something she had held in her hand next to it - a | |
| few of the bright fruit MAGNETS from Proofroc's fridge. | |
| 97 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD 97 | |
| The group hikes up out of the woods, towards the low wall | |
| with a small pedestrian gate that leads to the east lawn. | |
| Marta is out in front. During the following, she notices | |
| something: The earth around and under the gate is soft and | |
| bare. And clear as day: HER FOOTPRINTS from the other | |
| night, the only ones from women's shoes. The same ones she | |
| has on now. Her breath catches. SHIT. | |
| 61. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Any luck with - whatshisname? | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Ransom. No, but we have an address. | |
| Ten Kenoak street. | |
| BLANC | |
| Ten Kenoak. That's a pleasant thing | |
| to say. kenoak. I awoke amid | |
| Kenoak. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Ugh this mud, my boots are going to | |
| stink. | |
| BLANC | |
| Mud - has it rained the past week? | |
| No - Nobody move! Freeze! Everyone! | |
| These footprints must not be | |
| disturbed! | |
| (sees) | |
| Marta! | |
| Marta has already walked through the pedestrian gate and up | |
| onto the lawn, stepping in her pre-existing prints. She | |
| turns back, playing dumb. | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| BLANC | |
| Don't - stop there, don't - | |
| MARTA | |
| I can't hear you, what? | |
| She trots back to them through the gate, stepping into her | |
| returning prints. | |
| BLANC | |
| No no no no don't - don't step on | |
| the, ok, alright. Aughhhhh ok. | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| Blanc sidesteps up to the gate, not stepping in the mud. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Alright, Wagner let's get the boys | |
| on it, check the prints, tape off | |
| this area, keep it clear. | |
| 62. | |
| The dogs come running down the lawn, barking at the men. | |
| They tear through the gate, further messing up the mud. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hey boys, easy. Hey. Hey. | |
| She pets them and they quiet down. | |
| BLANC | |
| Best judge of character is a dog. | |
| I've found that to be true. | |
| The dogs start BARKING and bolt towards the house, where | |
| Richard and Linda are pulling up in their lux SUV. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| They're doing the will reading at | |
| ten, whole family will be here | |
| soon. | |
| Elliott heads up towards the house. Blanc meanders up the | |
| lawn, and Marta follows. | |
| MARTA | |
| I've never been to a will reading. | |
| BLANC | |
| You think it'll be like a game | |
| show. No. Imagine a community | |
| theater performance of a tax | |
| return. | |
| They approach the side of the house. Blanc does a gentle, | |
| meandering study of the layout. | |
| Marta steals a look at the trellis she climbed. | |
| Oh no. A piece of the white lattice trellis that broke off | |
| when she was climbing - about eight inches long - lies in | |
| the grass beneath it. Her eyes dart up - yup, there's the | |
| broken spot. Shit. | |
| BLANC | |
| SWEET BEANS | |
| Marta starts - did he spot it? No - he's come face to face | |
| with Greatnana, standing stock still on the porch. She | |
| stares at him like a bird. | |
| BLANC | |
| Good morning Mrs. Thrombey. | |
| 63. | |
| He approaches her, slowly. When his back is fully turned | |
| Marta takes her shot and KICKS the piece of trellis under | |
| some thick bushes at the base of the house. | |
| Blanc and Greatnana stare at each other. Blanc gets very | |
| close to her, great sympathy in his eyes. Greatnana stares | |
| back. It's almost like they're communicating. This goes on | |
| for a little too long. Then Blanc breaks from the trance, | |
| and turns to Marta. | |
| BLANC | |
| Do you think you could handle the | |
| study? | |
| 98 INT. HARLAN THROMBEY'S STUDY 98 | |
| The blood is now only a subtle dark stain, but other than | |
| that the room has been left intact from the night of the | |
| party. Marta and Wagner observe as Blanc paces the room. | |
| BLANC | |
| (to Marta) | |
| Where's your medical bag? | |
| MARTA | |
| I... don't know - I left it here, I | |
| always leave it with Harlan at | |
| night. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| They must have taken it in as | |
| evidence. I'll check on it. | |
| Blanc picks up the GO board and sets it on the table. | |
| Examines its grid idly. | |
| BLANC | |
| How'd the GO board get knocked | |
| over? | |
| MARTA | |
| We were just goofing around. | |
| (beat) | |
| What are you thinking? | |
| Blanc sighs gently, turns the baseball over in his hands. | |
| Looks like this was a bust. | |
| Blanc tips the GO board over, and it lands on the carpet | |
| with a nearly inaudible WHOMPH. He stares at it. | |
| 64. | |
| But his concentration is broken by sharp barking outside. | |
| They go to the tiny window and look out. A DASHING MAN in | |
| his early 30s climbs out of a vintage Porsche. The dogs go | |
| NUTS, biting at his pant legs. | |
| BLANC | |
| Let me guess. | |
| 99 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 99 | |
| The man kicks off the dogs and limps toward the house, | |
| cursing. Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper Wagner step out | |
| onto the porch. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Hugh Drysdale? | |
| RANSOM | |
| Ransom. Call me Ransom, my middle | |
| name. The help call me Hugh. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| I'm Lieutenant Elliott, this is | |
| officer Wagner, we'd like to ask | |
| you a few questions about the night | |
| of | |
| RANSOM | |
| Uh huh. | |
| He blows past them and into the house. | |
| 100 INT. LIVING ROOM 100 | |
| Walt, Donna and Jacob (nose in his phone) sit around the | |
| room. Linda and Richard stand, on their phones. Ransom | |
| breezes in, bumping Donna who YELPS, startled. | |
| Elliott and Wagner follow. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Sir excuse me, we are officers of | |
| the law. | |
| RANSOM | |
| You gonna run me in? I don't feel | |
| like talking. I'm distraught. | |
| Ransom disappears into the kitchen, comes out eating a | |
| sleeve of pinwheel cookies. | |
| 65. | |
| Blanc and Marta slip in. Elliott nods to Blanc. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Blanc, anything you need to ask | |
| him? | |
| RANSOM | |
| The hell anyway is this | |
| arrangement? | |
| BLANC | |
| Mr. Drysdale | |
| Ransom sizes up Blanc with a grin. | |
| RANSOM | |
| CSI KFC? | |
| Ransom grabs Fran the housekeeper's sleeve as she walks by. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Hey Frannie can you get me a glass | |
| of cold milk? | |
| Meg and Joni have just entered, and Meg heard this. | |
| MEG | |
| Hey asshole. Not her name, not her | |
| job. | |
| Fran walks off with a scorching look at Ransom. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Meg. How's your SJW degree coming? | |
| ALAN STEVENS, the family's attorney, knocks and enters with | |
| an assistant, SALLY, who juggles several attache cases. | |
| ALAN | |
| Hey everyone. Hey. I'm just going | |
| to set up in the other room, be | |
| ready in ten minutes. | |
| They go off to the library, leaving the family all together | |
| in tense silence. | |
| WALT | |
| Funny Ransom, you skipped the | |
| funeral but you're early for the | |
| will reading. | |
| JONI | |
| 66. | |
| Ok, people grieve in different | |
| ways, let's not | |
| WALT | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| It's funny you're here at all. Why | |
| are you even bothering, that's what | |
| I want to know. | |
| RICHARD | |
| What's that supposed to mean? | |
| WALT | |
| He knows what it means. | |
| LINDA | |
| Walt, what? | |
| WALT | |
| Jacob was in that bathroom the | |
| night of the party. | |
| JONI | |
| Is that where you were all night? | |
| RICHARD | |
| The hell were you doing in the | |
| bathroom all night? | |
| JACOB | |
| Nothing. | |
| MEG | |
| Swatting Syrian refugees. | |
| JACOB | |
| No. | |
| MEG | |
| Alt right troll. | |
| JACOB | |
| Liberal snowflake. | |
| WALT | |
| I don't know what any of that means | |
| RICHARD | |
| It means your son's a little creep. | |
| WALT | |
| Oh MY son's a creep? | |
| 67. | |
| JONI | |
| Guys! Walt he was in the | |
| bathroom... | |
| WALT | |
| He was in the bathroom | |
| RICHARD | |
| Joylessly masturbating to pictures | |
| of dead deer. | |
| WALT | |
| Ok you wanna go? | |
| They go at each other and do some half-hearted slap- | |
| fighting before Linda and Joni break them apart. Ransom's | |
| loving this. | |
| RANSOM | |
| We gotta do this more often. | |
| LINDA | |
| Alright! Enough. Jacob, we get | |
| where this is going. The bathroom's | |
| next to Harlan's office, where he | |
| had the big fight with Ransom. You | |
| heard something. Spill it. | |
| JACOB | |
| I just heard two things. | |
| 101 INT. HALF BATH - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 101 | |
| Jacob on the toilet, hearing non distinct yelling through a | |
| vent high in the wall. But two words poke through: | |
| HARLAN (O.S.) | |
| ...my will! | |
| 102 INT. LIVING ROOM 102 | |
| JACOB | |
| And then there was more shouting, | |
| but I also heard Ransom say "I'm | |
| warning you." | |
| Walt raises his arms, triumphant. | |
| LINDA | |
| Ransom? What's this mean? | |
| 68. | |
| He just eats cookies, silent. | |
| WALT | |
| It means dad finally came to his | |
| senses and cut this worthless lazy | |
| brat out of the will. | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| And you better sell your little | |
| Beamer and you better give your | |
| notice at that country club and | |
| kick whatever fashion drugs you're | |
| on cause if you think after the | |
| bridges you've burned, the shit | |
| you've said and what you've put | |
| this family through for the past | |
| ten years that any of us are going | |
| to support you, are going to give | |
| you like dad used to say a single | |
| red dime you're nuts. | |
| Ransom looks around the room. Cold faces. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Son. | |
| RANSOM | |
| (mock gravity) | |
| Father? | |
| RICHARD | |
| Did Harlan tell you he was cutting | |
| you out of the will? | |
| RANSOM | |
| Yes. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Then he's done what we weren't | |
| strong enough to do - this might | |
| finally make you grow up. | |
| Ransom is really slapped by this but he doesn't let it | |
| show. | |
| LINDA | |
| I think it might be the best thing | |
| that could happen to you. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Thanks - my mother, folks. | |
| JONI | |
| 69. | |
| It won't be easy for you but it'll | |
| be good. Nothing good is ever easy. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Up your ass Joni, you've got your | |
| teeth bit into this family tit so | |
| hard | |
| MEG | |
| Oh 'up your ass' very nice you | |
| homophobic privileged - | |
| RANSOM | |
| (going down the line) | |
| As a matter of fact - Eat shit, | |
| hows that? In fact eat shit, eat | |
| shit - eat shit - Definitely eat | |
| shit. Eat shit. | |
| And now everyone is shouting at each other. | |
| Blanc has heard enough. He sets the baseball down on a side | |
| table, and drifts out. Marta follows him. | |
| 103 EXT. FRONT PORCH 103 | |
| Blanc breathes in the air. Marta joins him. From inside the | |
| house, the shouting continues. | |
| MARTA | |
| What was that about will readings | |
| being boring? | |
| BLANC | |
| Exception that proves the rule. | |
| Fran bursts out of the living room, muttering | |
| FRAN | |
| Asshole. | |
| She storms off around the house. A beat of thought. Then: | |
| BLANC | |
| I'm warning you. Ransom said. I'm | |
| warning you. | |
| One of the dogs bounds up the steps to Blanc. | |
| MARTA | |
| You heard Ransom in there, it's the | |
| kind of thing he says. | |
| 70. | |
| When Blanc goes to pet him, the dog drops something to his | |
| feet with a clatter. Marta freezes. | |
| MARTA | |
| What's he got there? Hey boy. You | |
| find a stick? He's always bringing | |
| junk into the house - | |
| It's the piece of broken trellis. Blanc picks it up, | |
| examines it, and suddenly his eyes go sharp. | |
| 104 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD 104 | |
| Holding the piece up as he studies the trellis that runs up | |
| the side of the house. Marta runs up beside him. | |
| BLANC | |
| This looks like a relatively fresh | |
| break - yes. Right there. | |
| He's spotted the broken spot on the trellis. Just up from | |
| it, what looks like a boarded window. | |
| BLANC | |
| Wait - that doesn't make sense, | |
| where's that window? | |
| 105 INT. LIVING ROOM 105 | |
| The whole family in a screaming match, but Blanc and Marta | |
| walk through and up the stairs. Three people notice: | |
| Elliott and Wagner (who follow) and Ransom (who doesn't.) | |
| 106 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING 106 | |
| Blanc looks down the "dead end" hallway. Marta joins him, | |
| out of breath. | |
| BLANC | |
| Show me, but don't step on the | |
| carpet. | |
| It's a runner rug, and Marta delicately steps on the wood | |
| siding as she goes to the wall with the painting. And | |
| swings it open, revealing the window. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| It's the trick window! From "A Kill | |
| For All Seasons!" | |
| 71. | |
| Elliott and Wagner at the top of the stairs, and Blanc | |
| motions them not to approach. | |
| BLANC | |
| Off the carpet! | |
| He drops down to his knees, removes a loupe from his | |
| jacket, and holds it in his eye. Then, his face inches from | |
| the carpet, he scans it. All the way to the window. Then | |
| stops. | |
| BLANC | |
| Traces of dried mud. I suspect they | |
| go the length of the hallway. | |
| MARTA | |
| Footprints? | |
| BLANC | |
| No, just traces. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Depending on when it was last | |
| cleaned, it could be from anytime | |
| BLANC | |
| But that would not explain this. | |
| He motions to the base of the window sill - obvious scuffs | |
| of dried mud. Marta winces. | |
| Blanc tosses the piece of trellis to Elliott. | |
| BLANC | |
| Analyze this mud. It will match | |
| these traces, and you will find | |
| similar samples leading up the | |
| trellis on the side of the house. | |
| (beat) | |
| On the night of the party, somebody | |
| who did not want to be heard | |
| climbing the steps went to a great | |
| deal of trouble to break into | |
| Harlan Thrombey's rooms. The game | |
| is afoot, eh Watson? | |
| 107 INT. LIBRARY - MINUTES LATER 107 | |
| The whole family assembled. Marta stands in the back, with | |
| Blanc, Elliott and Trooper Wagner. | |
| 72. | |
| Alan Stevens, Harlan's attorney, sits at a table with | |
| papers in front of him, assistant Sally beside him. | |
| ALAN | |
| Well. Thank you all for getting | |
| together like this, it isn't | |
| legally necessary but I thought | |
| because you're all in town and some | |
| of you are leaving soon, it would | |
| be best - | |
| BLANC | |
| Excuse me Mr. Stevens. As to that, | |
| ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to | |
| gently request you all remain in | |
| town until the investigation is | |
| completed. Shouldn't be more than | |
| two days. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| He's gently requesting, I'm | |
| ordering. Nobody move until we | |
| figure this out. | |
| Nobody likes this. | |
| LINDA | |
| What? | |
| JONI | |
| Can we ask why? Has something | |
| changed? | |
| BLANC | |
| No. | |
| JONI | |
| No it hasn't changed or no we can't | |
| ask? | |
| BLANC | |
| Mr. Stevens, please continue. | |
| ALAN | |
| 73. | |
| Right. Well the other reason I | |
| thought this gathering would be, | |
| uh, beneficial is that as I told | |
| Walt, Harlan altered his will one | |
| week ago. He sealed it and asked me | |
| not to submit it to the courts for | |
| probate until after his death. So | |
| in case there's any confusion about | |
| anything we're all together, we can | |
| talk. I can't imagine any of it | |
| will be that complicated, Harlan's | |
| assets included um | |
| SALLY | |
| ...the house | |
| ALAN | |
| the house which he owned outright, | |
| um | |
| SALLY | |
| sixty million | |
| ALAN | |
| right in various cash accounts and | |
| investments, yes and of course the | |
| real assets are sole ownership of | |
| um | |
| SALLY | |
| Blood Like Wine | |
| ALAN | |
| Blood Like Wine publishing, his | |
| publishing company. Ok. | |
| Walt's wife puts her hand on his knee. He squeezes it, | |
| smiled tightly. | |
| ALAN | |
| Um, he did write up a statement | |
| when he made the recent changes, he | |
| wanted it read first, so: | |
| (reads) | |
| "Some of you may be surprised by | |
| the choice I've made here. No | |
| pleasure was taken in the | |
| exclusion, and its purpose was not | |
| to sow greater discord in the | |
| family, quite the opposite. Please | |
| accept it with grace and without | |
| bitterness. But do accept it. It's | |
| for the best." | |
| 74. | |
| Gently condescending eyes shift to Ransom. Linda sees this, | |
| puts her hand on her son's hand, and he immediately gets up | |
| and moves to a chair in the corner. | |
| Alan's assistant hands him an envelope and he removes a | |
| single sheet of paper with one short typed paragraph. | |
| ALAN | |
| Ok. So - oh wow, yeah, not complex | |
| at all. This'll be quick. "I Harlan | |
| Thrombey, being of sound mind and | |
| body, yada yada, my assets both | |
| liquid and otherwise, I leave in | |
| their entirety to Marta Cabrera. My | |
| entire ownership of Blood Like Wine | |
| publishing I leave in its entirety | |
| to Marta Cabrera. The copyright of | |
| its catalog likewise I leave in its | |
| entirety to Marta Cabrera. | |
| The air around Marta's head goes away. The room spins She's | |
| not sure what's happening. Blanc is looking at her. | |
| The whole family is looking at her. | |
| Walt bursts out of his chair and grabs the will | |
| WALT | |
| No. | |
| LINDA | |
| No. | |
| WALT | |
| No. What? | |
| (beat) | |
| That can't be - that can't be right | |
| RICHARD | |
| What the genuine shit | |
| WALT | |
| That can't be right it's right | |
| ALAN | |
| It's right | |
| Donna begins to hyperventilate. She puts her head between | |
| her knees, breathes deep. | |
| LINDA | |
| No no no no Alan this can't be | |
| legal, there are, we're his family | |
| 75. | |
| WALT | |
| We're his family, Alan he obviously | |
| wasn't, something - I don't know | |
| what but something wasn't right | |
| here | |
| RICHARD | |
| Are there safeguards against this? | |
| And from the back of the room, slowly rising above the din | |
| of confusion and cursing, slowly drawing even Marta's deer | |
| in the headlights attention... Ransom. LAUGHING. Loud and | |
| weirdly sincerely, tears down his cheeks, laughing his head | |
| off. | |
| JONI | |
| Alan there's a mistake | |
| MEG | |
| Mom if it's what granddad wanted | |
| JONI | |
| No this is a mistake, this is ours. | |
| LINDA | |
| Alan take that piece of paper and | |
| shove it up your ass and get out. | |
| And you cops, out! | |
| They don't but Ransom slips out, his child-like laughter | |
| trailing after him. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Linda - | |
| LINDA | |
| No, we need to talk and we need to | |
| fight this thing and we're not | |
| going anywhere. GET OUT! We're the | |
| Thrombeys goddammit! This is still | |
| our house! | |
| A beat of silence. Then all eyes go to Alan. Who looks down | |
| at the will. His assistant Sally points helpfully. | |
| ALAN | |
| Sorry, there's, uh. "Likewise the | |
| house at two Deerborn Drive and all | |
| belongings therein I leave to Marta | |
| Cabrera. | |
| Linda goes for Marta. | |
| 76. | |
| LINDA | |
| You little bitch. Did you know | |
| about this? What did you do to him | |
| to make this happen, were you two | |
| what were you boinking my father? | |
| Marta recoils, stumbles back. | |
| MEG | |
| 'Boinking?' | |
| RICHARD | |
| Linda! | |
| JACOB | |
| Anchor baby. | |
| WALT | |
| Marta! Jacob! And Linda - please! | |
| JONI | |
| Linda please - Marta, you need to | |
| tell us though, | |
| WALT | |
| Yes Marta, did dad discuss this | |
| with you? | |
| JONI | |
| You need to tell us everything you | |
| know about this and we need to talk | |
| about this, | |
| WALT | |
| This isn't what dad wanted, this | |
| isn't fair but we can work this out | |
| RICHARD | |
| Jesus don't mob the girl, let's | |
| talk about this | |
| The whole family is coming towards her like zombies. Blanc | |
| takes her by the arm and steers her towards the door. | |
| BLANC | |
| I think heads have to cool a | |
| little, and in the meanwhile I'd | |
| maybe run. | |
| 108 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE 108 | |
| 77. | |
| Marta stumbles out of the house in a daze. Behind her, the | |
| entirety of the family floods out after her, shouting | |
| reassurances and questions and accusations and a general | |
| din of confusion. | |
| MARTA | |
| I - I have no idea why he - I just | |
| need to think - I'll call you or | |
| have him call me or do something I | |
| don't know | |
| She gets in her car and slams the door, and it's instantly | |
| like A Hard Day's Night - the family gathered around trying | |
| to talk through the window and rapping to get her | |
| attention. | |
| Marta keys the ignition - chug chug chug. Nothing. Oh god, | |
| not now - chug chug chug. It won't turn over. | |
| Richard opens the door, she pulls it closed again and locks | |
| it, this is like a horror movie. Blanc is trying to get the | |
| family to back off but no dice. | |
| Marta puts her head in her hands, all of it swirling and | |
| echoing and horrifying, she has no idea what to do. | |
| HONK! | |
| She turns - a honking car pulls up right beside her and | |
| through the family crowd she sees Ransom in his Porsche, | |
| waving "get in." With no other options she pushes out of | |
| her car and through the family and JUMPS IN with him. | |
| As he GUNS IT and careens out of the driveway he shouts | |
| back at the family with a wave | |
| RANSOM | |
| I think this could be the best | |
| thing to happen to all of you! | |
| And they're gone. The family keeps shouting at each other. | |
| Blanc watches the Porsche recede, his expression | |
| unreadable. | |
| DING! His phone buzzing. He checks it. His expression | |
| darkens. | |
| 109 INT. RANSOM'S PORSCHE 109 | |
| 78. | |
| Tearing down the private road, away from the house. He's | |
| still laughing, she's still shell shocked. Slowly, his | |
| laughter eases to a stop. A moment of silence. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Ok seriously though, what the hell? | |
| She shakes her head, looks at him. What the hell indeed. | |
| 110 EXT. ROADSIDE FAMILY RESTAURANT - LATER 110 | |
| The Porsche parked out front. | |
| 111 INT. RESTAURANT - CORNER BOOTH 111 | |
| Tucked into a dark corner, Marta is miserable. Ransom is | |
| bemused, but regards her closely. | |
| They sit in silence. A waitress sets a sausage plate down. | |
| RANSOM | |
| (to the waitress) | |
| Could we get an extra bowl please? | |
| (to Marta) | |
| You look like you're gonna pass | |
| out. Have you eaten all day? Eat. | |
| She joylessly shovels food in her mouth, starving. | |
| MARTA | |
| This is a nightmare. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Uh huh. So why. | |
| MARTA | |
| Why | |
| RANSOM | |
| Why. Hey, this is everything. There | |
| has to be a bigger reason why and | |
| you know it. | |
| MARTA | |
| Well Ransom how about it had more | |
| to do with you guys than with me. | |
| RANSOM | |
| (agrees) | |
| Yeah. | |
| (beat) | |
| 79. | |
| Yeah that's the only thing that | |
| makes sense. | |
| Marta is unexpectedly effected by this. The waitress | |
| breezes by, sets an empty bowl on the table. | |
| MARTA | |
| Did he tell you anything? | |
| RANSOM | |
| Just I wasn't getting a cent. | |
| MARTA | |
| He wanted you to build something | |
| from the ground up, like your | |
| parents | |
| RANSOM | |
| something from the ground up, like | |
| my parents | |
| RANSOM | |
| yeah. My mom built her business | |
| from the ground up with a million | |
| dollar loan from granddad. My dad | |
| owns none of it, and mom made him | |
| sign a prenup. He lives in fear. I | |
| know that's what granddad wanted to | |
| protect me from by doing this, and | |
| I know I shouldn't say this out | |
| loud but when he told me, Jesus | |
| Christ I coulda killed him. | |
| (beat) | |
| After I left the party, though. I | |
| was driving fast, nowhere, just in | |
| the night. And I got this weird... | |
| clarity. That from here on I was | |
| going to have to do for myself. And | |
| that felt... good. The old bastard. | |
| (beat) | |
| Marta I know three things. One: I | |
| know he didn't commit suicide. | |
| MARTA | |
| What makes you think that | |
| RANSOM | |
| I don't think it. I know it. Cause | |
| I knew my granddad. So you're not | |
| going to bullshit me. Because two: | |
| I know lying makes you puke. Cause | |
| of that mafia game last fourth of | |
| July. | |
| 80. | |
| Marta sinks back, suddenly nervous. | |
| RANSOM | |
| And three. I know that you just ate | |
| a full plate of sausage and baked | |
| beans. | |
| She looks down at her empty plate. Oh no. He pushes the | |
| large empty bowl in front of her. | |
| RANSOM | |
| So look me in the eye. And tell me | |
| what really happened to my | |
| granddad. | |
| Her lip quivers. She looks like she might attempt it. But | |
| then tears drop from her eyes. | |
| MARTA | |
| You bastard. | |
| Ransom pull the bowl away, and puts his hand on hers. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Marta. Tell me everything. | |
| 112 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE - EVENING 112 | |
| Dusk settles heavy. Warm light from the windows. | |
| WALT (O.S.) | |
| There have to be options here. | |
| ALAN (O.S.) | |
| No. I don't know how many times I | |
| can repeat the same two simple | |
| pieces of information. | |
| 113 INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING 113 | |
| Lit by a fire in the fireplace, the whole family pacing | |
| around, Alan the lawyer looking very tired seated at a | |
| table in the center of the room. | |
| ALAN | |
| If Harlan was of sound mind when he | |
| made the changes, and we've all | |
| confirmed he was | |
| RICHARD | |
| 81. | |
| Would a sound person do this! Sound | |
| how? | |
| LINDA | |
| The very action speaks to | |
| unsoundness! | |
| ALAN | |
| not legally no, you not liking what | |
| they did does not speak to | |
| testamentary capacity. | |
| JACOB | |
| What about undue influence? | |
| WALT | |
| Yes! Undue influence! | |
| ALAN | |
| (weary) | |
| Did you just google that? | |
| WALT | |
| If Marta was manipulating dad | |
| somehow, if we found out that she | |
| had | |
| LINDA | |
| Gotten her hooks into him | |
| WALT | |
| Somehow or something | |
| ALAN | |
| You need a strong case for that. | |
| You've got nothing. "She endeared | |
| herself to him through hard work | |
| and good humor" won't cut the | |
| salami. | |
| JONI | |
| What about the slayer rule? | |
| All eyes turn to her. Her face is lit by her phone. | |
| JONI | |
| I did just google that. | |
| ALAN | |
| The slayer rule obviously does not | |
| apply here. | |
| RICHARD | |
| 82. | |
| What the hell is the slayer rule? | |
| JONI | |
| It's if someone is convicted of | |
| killing the person they can't get | |
| their inheritance. | |
| ALAN | |
| Not even convicted, even if they're | |
| held responsible for their death in | |
| civil court | |
| WALT | |
| Like OJ | |
| ALAN | |
| Like OJ, yes. But Harlan committed | |
| suicide. | |
| All eyes turn to Blanc, who this whole time has been | |
| sitting in a chair by the fire, lost in thought. | |
| JONI | |
| Detective Blank. You said that the | |
| investigation is continuing. You | |
| made a point of that. Do you | |
| suspect foul play? | |
| BLANC | |
| Mister Blanc. If you please. | |
| (beat) | |
| There is much that remains unclear. | |
| But yes. I suspect foul play. | |
| The eruption you would expect breaks out. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Marta? | |
| BLANC | |
| I have eliminated no suspects. | |
| RICHARD | |
| You're full of shit, I don't trust | |
| this guy in the tweed suit, and | |
| Alan god bless you you're useless. | |
| ALAN | |
| Thank you. | |
| Alan takes that as an excuse to leave. | |
| RICHARD | |
| 83. | |
| There's one answer to this: she can | |
| renounce the inheritance. | |
| WALT | |
| She knows it's what she should do, | |
| it's the right thing to do. | |
| LINDA | |
| We've gotta make her do theright | |
| thing. | |
| Meg rounds on her mom, speaks quietly, in tears. | |
| MEG | |
| Mom. If Granddad wanted Marta to | |
| have everything, that's what he | |
| wanted. | |
| JONI | |
| No, this was not him. He loved us, | |
| he wanted us taken care of. He | |
| wanted you to have an education. | |
| JONI | |
| Meg. You think I can pay for your | |
| school? | |
| This leaves Meg shaken. | |
| 114 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 114 | |
| Beer bottles now stacked up in front of Ransom. Marta has | |
| just told Ransom everything. He stares into space, and | |
| makes the slightest hint of a laugh which I'll write as: | |
| RANSOM | |
| Heuh. | |
| MARTA | |
| I know, just saying it it sounds | |
| insane but it's all true. I think | |
| Blanc's been on to me from the | |
| start - I don't care if I go to | |
| jail, but my mom... my sister, we | |
| can't - | |
| Nothing but silence from Ransom. Maybe he's deep in | |
| thought. A strange glint in his eye. | |
| MARTA | |
| You going to say something? | |
| 84. | |
| RANSOM | |
| I always thought I was the only one | |
| who could beat Granddad at GO. I | |
| always thought that meant | |
| something. | |
| MARTA | |
| I know you did. | |
| RANSOM | |
| At the party, that night, my last | |
| conversation with him, our last | |
| fight, that's what he told me, | |
| about you. That you beat him nearly | |
| every time. More than me. And I | |
| thought what a strange thing to | |
| tell me. But I think I get it now. | |
| I think it did mean something. | |
| (beat) | |
| I'm not telling the family shit. | |
| You're not going to jail. That | |
| detective is not going to catch | |
| you. And you're not giving up the | |
| family fortune. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Think about what Granddad did to | |
| see this through, this was what he | |
| wanted not just for you but for his | |
| family, and for him. And yes for | |
| you. You've come this far. Let me | |
| help you go all the way. | |
| Marta looks at him hard. | |
| MARTA | |
| This isn't you. You could turn me | |
| in right now and get your cut of | |
| the inheritance. Why? | |
| RANSOM | |
| Because fuck my family. They don't | |
| deserve any of this. I can help you | |
| and we can fool them all and get | |
| away with it... and then you will | |
| give me my cut of the inheritance. | |
| The perfect ending, we all win. | |
| You, me and Harlan. Deal? | |
| Silence. Broken by Marta's phone ringing. On the phone ID - | |
| "MEG T" | |
| Marta takes a breath, looks at Ransom. And picks it up. | |
| 85. | |
| MARTA | |
| Meg | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| Marta. Oh that was nuts. | |
| MARTA | |
| I know | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| Are you ok? | |
| MARTA | |
| Yeah are you? | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| I'm fine, I mean everyone's nuts, | |
| they're all going, I don't know, | |
| they've lost it. No one knows I'm | |
| calling you, I wanted to - I don't | |
| know what I wanted, I wanted to say | |
| sorry for how everyone was. | |
| MARTA | |
| No... | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| And... I guess I wanted to ask... | |
| (beat) | |
| What are you going to do? | |
| MARTA | |
| What do you mean? | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| Well the... with the, will. What | |
| are you going to do? | |
| Marta looks at Ransom. What indeed. | |
| MARTA | |
| What do you think I should do? | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| 86. | |
| You should do what you think is... | |
| right. I think you should give it | |
| back to us. Granddad always took | |
| care of us, we're his family, I | |
| know he was like family to you but | |
| we're his actual family. Marta you | |
| know this isn't fair, we've always | |
| been good to you and we're going to | |
| take care of you, everyone loves | |
| you and you're like family and | |
| we'll take care of you but you have | |
| to make things right, you know | |
| what's right. | |
| Marta, keeping eye contact with Ransom. Then, her voice | |
| quavering, Meg drops what is for her the big bomb: | |
| MEG (ON PHONE) | |
| Marta, mom's broke, she says I'll | |
| have to drop out of school. | |
| MARTA | |
| No, no. I won't let that happen. | |
| (beat) | |
| Whatever money you need Meg, I'll | |
| help you. I don't want you to | |
| worry. | |
| 115 INT. DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT 115 | |
| Meg on the phone. Her face horrified, mortified, barely | |
| comprehending what she's just heard. | |
| MARTA (ON PHONE) | |
| I'll take care of you. I promise. | |
| MEG | |
| Thanks. | |
| MARTA (ON PHONE) | |
| And once I get the - | |
| Meg hangs up, lets the phone drop from her ear. Tears in | |
| her eyes. She turns to her whole family gathered behind | |
| her, silent and expectant. | |
| 116 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 116 | |
| Marta realizes the connection's dead, holds the phone in | |
| her hand like something delicate she just broke. | |
| 87. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Ok then. Did the detective find | |
| anything suspicious at the house? | |
| MARTA | |
| (in a daze) | |
| Mud. Tracks upstairs - where I | |
| broke in through the window. | |
| Ransom winces. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Identifiable prints? | |
| MARTA | |
| No. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Good. Ok. Good. Hey. You've just | |
| gotta ride the next few days out | |
| until the investigation putters | |
| out, cause it will, cause no matter | |
| how sharp this Blanc guy is he's | |
| got nothing. Relax. | |
| 117 INT. MARTA'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING 117 | |
| She wakes to a sharp rapping at her door. Her sister Alice | |
| pokes her head in, flustered. | |
| ALICE | |
| Marta get your ass up, what the | |
| hell is happening? There's a guy | |
| here and a bunch of stuff, | |
| everything's going crazy, are we | |
| rich?? | |
| Marta lifts her head from her hands. | |
| MARTA | |
| Maybe, I dunno. | |
| ALICE | |
| I don't even know what that means | |
| but you better get your ass up. | |
| Marta looks at her phone - 28 missed calls. | |
| 118 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 118 | |
| Marta stumbles in - Alice in front of the TV, mom pacing. | |
| 88. | |
| MOM | |
| (subtitled Spanish) | |
| Oh my god Marta what is all this, | |
| what did you do? | |
| The TV is tuned to local news - an anchor stands outside | |
| THEIR APARTMENT BUILDING. | |
| LOCAL NEWS ANCHOR (ON TV) | |
| ...we again we don't know much | |
| about Marta Cabrera or the exact | |
| relationship she had to Harlan | |
| Thrombey, beyond being his home | |
| nurse, and the Thrombey family has | |
| yet to release a statement... | |
| MARTA | |
| Is that here? | |
| ALICE | |
| Oh yeah it is. Wait so is that | |
| true? Are we rich? | |
| Marta looks out the blinds - several local reporters down | |
| in the streets with their vans and cameras. | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh my god. | |
| 119 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - DAY 119 | |
| Wagner's prowler pulls up. Blanc gets out of the passenger | |
| side. | |
| Blanc nods to the Wagner and the officer. | |
| 120 INT. GREATNANA'S ROOM 120 | |
| Dim. By an open window stands GREATNANA. Blanc enters, she | |
| turns. They look into each others eyes. | |
| BLANC | |
| Good Morning Mrs. Thrombey. | |
| A long pause as he thinks of exactly the right word. | |
| BLANC | |
| 89. | |
| Why is grief the providence of | |
| youth? I don't know. But I'd | |
| imagine that age deepens all | |
| feelings. Including grief. This was | |
| a long walk to offering condolences | |
| for the loss of your son. And | |
| asking you if it isn't presumptuous | |
| of me to not think too harshly of | |
| your family, if I am as I suspect | |
| the first to console you. They're | |
| young aren't they. | |
| Blanc sits. | |
| BLANC | |
| One thing I do assume of age is | |
| weariness. Damned if I don't get | |
| more tired every day. Tired of what | |
| I do. Following arcs, like lobbed | |
| rocks. The inevitability of truth. | |
| But the complexity and the gray | |
| lies not in the truth but what you | |
| do with the truth once you have it. | |
| Greatnana's eyes move slightly. | |
| BLANC | |
| I think you have something you want | |
| to tell me. I think you're very | |
| perceptive and very capable of | |
| telling me what you saw the night | |
| of your son's party. But I'll | |
| happily wait. I'm in no rush. I | |
| find it quite pleasant. Sitting | |
| here with you. | |
| He reclines, not particularly looking at her. She looks | |
| back at him. Every now and then a breeze stirs the window | |
| sheers. | |
| 121 INT. CABRERA LIVING ROOM 121 | |
| MOM | |
| Lawyers were here, very big lawyers | |
| it looked like, and some other guys | |
| I didn't know, they left all this | |
| for you and business cards, so many | |
| business cards, and there was a | |
| pile of other stuff when I got home | |
| - | |
| 90. | |
| Mom shovels some official looking legal letter and courier | |
| envelopes into Marta's arms. | |
| MOM | |
| (subtitled Spanish) | |
| Hey. I don't like this. | |
| MARTA | |
| (subtitled Spanish) | |
| I don't like it either mom. I'm | |
| slipping out the back - I'll be | |
| back later, don't talk to anyone. | |
| 122 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY 122 | |
| Dim and dingy. Marta comes out of their apartment door, | |
| then jump, startled - at the end of the hall, lurking: | |
| Walt. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hey. | |
| Walt's eyes are rimmed red. His heavy cane taps. | |
| WALT | |
| Hey. | |
| They're not sure what to do so they awkwardly hug. Marta | |
| still has the envelopes in her hands. | |
| WALT | |
| How you doing? | |
| MARTA | |
| Well. Walt I want you to know I | |
| didn't know about any of this. This | |
| is | |
| WALT | |
| I know you didn't, we all went | |
| kinda crazy yesterday | |
| MARTA | |
| Understandable | |
| WALT | |
| You're still very important to all | |
| of us, I want you to know that. | |
| MARTA | |
| 91. | |
| I haven't even looked at all this | |
| yet, this legal stuff, is this from | |
| you guys? | |
| Marta flips through the envelopes, squinting. | |
| WALT | |
| it isn't from us. Maybe just local | |
| lawyers and accountants who saw the | |
| news and want to jump on it, I'd be | |
| careful of it all. | |
| One envelope sticks out - a blank plain letter sized | |
| envelope, no postage, no return address. | |
| WALT | |
| Marta. Is it your intention to | |
| renounce the inheritance? | |
| MARTA | |
| This is what Harlan wanted. | |
| WALT | |
| Well. Harlan has put you in a very | |
| hard position here. It was unfair | |
| of him. | |
| Walt's hand on his cane. Gripping tight. | |
| WALT | |
| You see what this kicks up with the | |
| press and the scrutiny, and we | |
| know... with your mother... | |
| MARTA | |
| ...with my mother. | |
| Marta's spine straightens. | |
| MARTA | |
| What did Meg tell you. | |
| WALT | |
| This isn't about who - you're | |
| missing the point, we're not | |
| attacking you with this. | |
| WALT | |
| 92. | |
| Marta if your mom came here | |
| illegally, criminally, if you come | |
| into this inheritance with the | |
| scrutiny that entails I'd be afraid | |
| that could come to light. That's | |
| what we're all trying to avoid | |
| here. We can protect you from that | |
| happening, or if it happens. | |
| MARTA | |
| You're saying even if it came to | |
| light, with the family's resources | |
| you could help me fix it. | |
| WALT | |
| Yes. The right lawyers, none of | |
| those local guys but New York | |
| lawyers, DC lawyers, enough | |
| resources put towards it, yes. But | |
| there's no need it should ever even | |
| come up. But yes. | |
| MARTA | |
| Ok. Good. | |
| WALT | |
| Ok? | |
| MARTA | |
| Cause Harlan gave me all your | |
| resources. So that means with my | |
| resources I'll be able to fix it. | |
| So I guess I'm going to go find the | |
| right lawyers. | |
| WALT | |
| Marta. | |
| He shuffles towards her. For the first time she feels a | |
| hint of physical threat, and backs up quick into her | |
| apartment. | |
| WALT | |
| You better be sure you want to - | |
| She slams the door | |
| 123 INT. CABRERA KITCHEN 123 | |
| and leans against it, breathing hard. But angry and | |
| focused. She dumps the legal envelopes in the trash but | |
| keeps the mysterious envelope, opens it and pulls out: | |
| 93. | |
| Half a sheet of paper, roughly torn. A photocopy of the | |
| header of some sort of medical document, "OFFICE OF THE | |
| CHIEF MEDICAL EXAMINER" Under that, a photocopy of a tag | |
| with her name on it. And hand written in block letters at | |
| the top: "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID." | |
| Marta's phone BUZZES, and she jumps. Caller ID: "maybe B | |
| BLANC". She hesitates, then sends it voicemail. Looks at | |
| the mysterious letter in her hands. | |
| 124 INT. RANSOM'S LIVING ROOM 124 | |
| Ransom studies the mysterious letter. Marta pushes aside a | |
| stack of New Yorkers and sits on the couch. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Well I don't know what this is from | |
| Indicating the tag photocopy with her name. | |
| MARTA | |
| It's my medical bag tag. They have | |
| my medical bag. For some reason. | |
| RANSOM | |
| OK, but this is just a photocopy of | |
| the header of a blood toxicology | |
| report, from the local crime lab. | |
| On Harlan. Marta, it would show the | |
| morphine overdose. | |
| MARTA | |
| So I'm screwed! How do you know all | |
| this stuff? | |
| RANSOM | |
| I was Harlan's research assistant. | |
| For a summer. | |
| He sips his morning coffee. | |
| RANSOM | |
| But what kind of blackmail scheme | |
| is this? I mean the actual evidence | |
| is sitting up the street at the | |
| crime lab. What was the point of | |
| sending you this? | |
| 125 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 125 | |
| Siren blazing, the cop car SPEEDS into town. | |
| 94. | |
| 126 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 126 | |
| The cop car pulls past an identifying sign into the parking | |
| lot of a one story stand alone building, joining several | |
| other cop cars, and fire trucks. Journalists kept at bay. | |
| The building is a charred brick husk. Black smoke, debris. | |
| It's been gutted with an explosion and a blazing fire. | |
| Blanc steps out of the cop car and finds Lieutenant | |
| Elliott. | |
| BLANC | |
| What's the cheese? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Five AM, security systems here was | |
| all triggered. It went up quick. | |
| Blood stores, records, all gone. No | |
| employees around, thank god. | |
| BLANC | |
| Any surveillance cams? | |
| Elliott gestures wearily to the charred remains of a | |
| security camera on the smoking shell of an awning. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| And speaking of security, the | |
| security tape from the Thrombey | |
| residence was scrambled. For some | |
| reason. | |
| Blanc unsurprised. He motions back to the building. | |
| BLANC | |
| What was still pending from the | |
| autopsy? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| The report on the blood work. | |
| BLANC | |
| Blood work? | |
| Blanc chews on this. | |
| Across the street, Marta and Ransom pull up in her car. | |
| 127 INT. MARTA'S CAR 127 | |
| 95. | |
| MARTA | |
| Holy shit. This is insane. | |
| Ransom looks at her - yeah it's likely. They both | |
| instinctively duck down in case the cops look over. | |
| MARTA | |
| Who would blow up a whole real | |
| official building just to blackmail | |
| me? | |
| RANSOM | |
| Marta this means that the | |
| blackmailer has the only paper copy | |
| of the thing that can prove your | |
| guilt. You didn't get any other | |
| instructions, no phone call no | |
| email, no nothing? | |
| Marta looks stunned. She stabs at her phone, quick swipes. | |
| MARTA | |
| ...nothing...I didn't check my | |
| email. | |
| She shows him an email from [email protected]. No | |
| subject line, simple text: 1209 Columbus Rd 10AM | |
| RANSOM | |
| That's it. 1209 Columbus Road, | |
| 10am. | |
| Marta looks at Ransom, then at the clock on her dashboard - | |
| 9:32, then at the charred building. | |
| 128 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 128 | |
| Blanc looks around, deep in thought. He spots Marta's car. | |
| 129 INT. MARTA'S CAR 129 | |
| Marta peeking up through the window. | |
| Blanc sees her. She sees him. Ducks back down. Shit. | |
| RANSOM | |
| You know what this means right? If | |
| you destroy that copy you are | |
| totally within the clear. | |
| 96. | |
| Blanc begins to walk straight towards Marta. Quickly and | |
| with purpose. Shouts something, Lieutenant Elliott follows. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Marta. Did you hear me. | |
| Marta peeks again - Blanc coming at them full speed. Twenty | |
| paces from the car. Closing in fast. | |
| MARTA | |
| Yeah. | |
| She sits up, throws the car in gear and FLOORS IT. | |
| 130 EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE 130 | |
| Her subcompact PEELS OUT and buzzes off down the road. | |
| Blanc, crestfallen, runs back towards the cop cars in the | |
| parking lot, shouting at Elliott, who flags a cop. | |
| 131 INT. MARTA'S CAR 131 | |
| The whine of the engine, Ransom puts on his seat belt. In | |
| the rear view, siren lights as cop cars pour out of the | |
| parking lot in pursuit. | |
| MARTA | |
| You regret helping me yet? | |
| RANSOM | |
| I regret not taking the beamer. | |
| Her phone buzzes - Blanc calling. IGNORE. | |
| 132 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 132 | |
| Marta buzzing down the road, cop cars a quarter mile back. | |
| 133 INT. COP CAR 133 | |
| Blanc in back, Elliott in front, Trooper Wagner driving. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER (ON RADIO) | |
| Vehicles in pursuit in Washington | |
| Street | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| 97. | |
| (into radio) | |
| No force - repeat that. Possible | |
| murder suspect. | |
| Their speedometer creeping up on 85 | |
| 134 INT. MARTA'S CAR 134 | |
| Marta's speedometer creeping up on 55. | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh my god oh my god oh my god I am | |
| literally flooring it | |
| RANSOM | |
| Are you flooring it? | |
| Her phone rings - Blanc again. She looks over - cop cars | |
| are RIGHT ALONGSIDE them. Blank holds his phone up, looks | |
| at her quizzically. Points to the phone. | |
| RANSOM | |
| This is going well. | |
| MARTA | |
| This is stupid, I'm pulling over | |
| RANSOM | |
| If you miss your shot at getting | |
| that tox report it's all over... | |
| MARTA | |
| Aaauuuuuawwwaaagghhhh | |
| She hits the brakes. | |
| 135 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 135 | |
| Marta's car PEELS TO A STOP and the two COP CARS on either | |
| side blaze by, hitting their brakes. | |
| She pulls off onto a SIDE STREET and into narrower city | |
| streets, down narrow alleys, using her small car to nimbly | |
| dart though small spaces. | |
| The cops can't follow, and she loses them. | |
| She pulls to a stop in a secluded little back lot. | |
| 98. | |
| 136 INT. MARTA'S CAR 136 | |
| Marta, breathing hard. Ransom is shocked. | |
| MARTA | |
| Ok. I'm all just pure adrenaline | |
| now it's like I swallowed bees. | |
| What's the the whatsitcalled | |
| address ok. And I just - I mean | |
| whatever they want, I just say yes | |
| right, just to get that report | |
| back. And destroy it. Ransom. Thank | |
| you. I couldn't do this without | |
| you. | |
| RANSOM | |
| 1209 Columbus road. And destroy it. | |
| He smiles slightly. A quick moment of silence between them. | |
| Then: RAP RAP RAP on Ransom's car window. | |
| Blanc. Standing right outside. Marta looks in her rear view | |
| - the cop car has pulled up silently behind them. | |
| Another pulls up in front. | |
| 137 EXT. PARKING LOT 137 | |
| Ransom and Marta step out of the car, hands raised for some | |
| reason. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| That was the dumbest car chase of | |
| all time. Put your hands down. | |
| BLANC | |
| (to Marta) | |
| I spoke to Wanetta Thrombey, | |
| Greatnana. The night of the party | |
| she saw someone climb the trellis | |
| to the third floor. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Mr. Drysdale, come with us please. | |
| Elliott leads Ransom off by the elbow. Ransom throws a look | |
| back at Marta - he has no idea what's going on. | |
| MARTA | |
| What's going on? | |
| 99. | |
| BLANC | |
| "Ransom came back" she said. I | |
| don't know what he came back to do, | |
| but we'll find out. | |
| Marta looks at Ransom - oh no. Senile Greatnana thought she | |
| was him. This is a mistake. But... she glances at her watch | |
| - 9:51. | |
| BLANC | |
| Did he ask you to drive when he saw | |
| me coming? | |
| Ransom's being led to the police car. Marta decides: | |
| MARTA | |
| Yes. | |
| Marta gets back in her car. She pretends to take a sip from | |
| an empty soda cup, but actually SPITS UP a little into it. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT (O.S.) | |
| Blanc. Coming with us? | |
| BLANC (O.S.) | |
| (to Elliott) | |
| I'll drive with Marta. | |
| To Marta's horror Blanc opens her passenger door. | |
| BLANC | |
| Let's go to the police station, I | |
| want a full run down of everything | |
| he said to you, and I can catch you | |
| up on where we're at. | |
| 138 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 138 | |
| Cop cars coast through town, Marta's bringing up the rear. | |
| 139 INT. MARTA'S CAR 139 | |
| Marta glances at the dashboard clock - 9:55. Blanc, casual: | |
| BLANC | |
| Strange case from the start. A case | |
| with a hole in the middle. A donut. | |
| I'm just talking through my process | |
| here, let me know if this is | |
| boring. | |
| 100. | |
| Marta's arms are locked, her eyes steal a glance at the | |
| clock - 9:58. | |
| BLANC | |
| I feel the noose tightening - the | |
| family are truly desperate. | |
| BLANC | |
| Desperate motives, the mystery of | |
| who hired me, the impossibility of | |
| the crime, and yet - | |
| Up ahead, a street sign - "Columbus Road." Marta tenses. | |
| BLANC | |
| A donut! One central piece, and if | |
| it reveals itself the fog would | |
| lift, the arc would resolve, the | |
| slinky become unkinked | |
| MARTA | |
| Do you mind if I stop for a second. | |
| I need to pick something up. It | |
| will be very quick. | |
| BLANC | |
| Sure. | |
| 140 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 140 | |
| Marta's car makes a sharp turn, leaving the cop caravan. | |
| 141 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 141 | |
| A row of storefronts - 1209 is vacant. Marta's car pulls a | |
| few stores past it. She gets out of the car. | |
| MARTA | |
| I'll just be a few minutes. | |
| Marta runs into a bustling hair salon. | |
| 142 EXT. BACK ALLEY 142 | |
| Marta ducks out the back door of the salon, goes two doors | |
| down to 1209, and slips into the back door. | |
| 143 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 143 | |
| 101. | |
| Dark, empty retail space. Lit only by the painted-over | |
| front windows. Marta edges her way in, her eyes still | |
| adjusting from the sun. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hello? | |
| Her foot hits something on the dirty concrete floor. | |
| HER MEDICAL BAG. | |
| She kneels, picks it up gently. | |
| Next to where it was lying, she finds something else | |
| curious - the burned remnants of a piece of paper. Only a | |
| charred corner remains. | |
| She turns her attention back to the room. Creeps forward. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hello? | |
| Ahead - a silhouette. A person. Seated in a chair, in the | |
| center of the room. Silent, facing her. | |
| MARTA | |
| Listen I don't know what you want. | |
| Whatever you want we can work it | |
| out, but we have to figure it out | |
| right here, right now, and I'm | |
| leaving with that report. | |
| A beat of silence. Nothing. Something's not right here. | |
| MARTA | |
| Hello? | |
| Marta takes a step closer, lifts her phone, and turns on | |
| its flashlight. | |
| Illuminating the ghostly face of FRAN, the housekeeper. | |
| Marta, barely breathing: | |
| MARTA | |
| Fran? | |
| A SPIDER crawls across Fran's face. Marta STIFLES A SCREAM | |
| and leaps back, sucking in air. | |
| A moment of stillness. Her phone BUZZES - Blanc calling. | |
| 102. | |
| Marta ignores the call, frozen. | |
| Her eyes go to: A white letter sized ENVELOPE in Fran's | |
| hand, resting on her lap. | |
| Marta swallows. Leans in, carefully and quietly for some | |
| reason, and SLIPS the envelope from the lifeless fingers. | |
| Unsealed. She opens it. | |
| It is empty. | |
| Before this can even sink in, a rattling, grating DRAW OF | |
| BREATH - from Fran. | |
| Marta starts - oh my god - and goes to her, checking a | |
| pulse, checking her eyes, lays her on her back. Fran sucks | |
| in thin breath, her eyes finding Marta in the glare of the | |
| dropped phone flashlight. | |
| MARTA | |
| Fran! Fran! Can you hear me? Fran, | |
| give me a sign if you can hear me! | |
| FRAN | |
| You | |
| MARTA | |
| Me? Fran it's Marta, you called me | |
| here, you sent me the email, I'm | |
| here. I'm going to call an | |
| ambulance and you're going to be ok | |
| but can you tell me what happened, | |
| did you take something, what's | |
| happened to you - | |
| Weak, Fran grabs Marta's wrist, and Marta focuses on her. | |
| FRAN | |
| ...copy... copy | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| FRAN | |
| ...stashed... | |
| These words are barely given breath: | |
| FRAN | |
| you... did this... won't... get | |
| away.. with this | |
| 103. | |
| Her eyes seize. Her breath gets ragged. Marta is paralyzed | |
| with shock and fear. Fran is dying. | |
| Marta looks at the medical bag in her hand. Then at Fran, | |
| struggling with her final breaths, eyes wide with fear. | |
| She takes a step back from the dying Fran. Fingers tight | |
| around the medical bag. Letting her die. | |
| But then, a decision: no. Marta dials 911 on speaker, drops | |
| to her knees and starts administering mouth to mouth. | |
| PHONE | |
| 911, what is your emergency? | |
| 144 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 144 | |
| Blanc sitting in the car, singing softly to himself. | |
| BLANC | |
| Sometimes I stand in the middle of | |
| the room... not going left... not | |
| going right... | |
| He looks at the hair salon - what's taking so long? And | |
| then sirens, as an AMBULANCE pulls up two doors down, and | |
| EMT's run into the abandoned storefront. | |
| BLANC | |
| Oh lord. | |
| HARD CUT TO: | |
| 145 INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - LATER 145 | |
| Marta and Blanc sitting silently in the fluorescent-lit | |
| waiting room. Marta with her face in her hands. Blanc is on | |
| his phone, mostly listening. | |
| BLANC | |
| (listens) | |
| Alright my friend, thank you for | |
| the update. No I'm here with her. | |
| No need for that, I'll bring her in | |
| once we get word that the | |
| housekeeper is stable. It's still | |
| touch and go. | |
| (listens) | |
| Alright. | |
| He hangs up. Marta looks at him. | |
| 104. | |
| MARTA | |
| This is over. People are getting | |
| hurt. I'm going to tell you the | |
| truth. | |
| BLANC | |
| Young Ransom just told Lieutenant | |
| Elliott everything. Who just told | |
| me everything. | |
| MARTA | |
| Good. Wait god I hope he didn't | |
| cover for me, did he tell the real | |
| truth, about me switching theAnd | |
| the disguise and all theAnd the | |
| blackmail with the | |
| BLANC | |
| Yeah Yes Mm. | |
| MARTA | |
| But why did Fran take my morphine? | |
| Obviously she had swiped my bag | |
| from the house, but she didn't seem | |
| like a user to me, unless that's | |
| why she needed money... | |
| (beat) | |
| I dunno, doesn't matter. I should | |
| tell the Thrombeys myself, I feel | |
| like I owe that to them. | |
| BLANC | |
| I don't think that's a good idea | |
| MARTA | |
| No, I need to do it. I won't do any | |
| of this if I can't do that. I | |
| really need to. I gave the doctors | |
| my number, they'll call if anything | |
| changes with Fran. | |
| BLANC | |
| We'll round up the Thrombeys at the | |
| house, along with a police escort. | |
| MARTA | |
| For the arrest after. | |
| BLANC | |
| You can tell me your whole story on | |
| the drive over. I want no more | |
| surprises. | |
| 105. | |
| Marta stands, a dead man walking, resigned. | |
| 146 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS 146 | |
| Marta's car drives through the scenic countryside. Inside | |
| we see but don't hear her telling a long story to Blanc, | |
| who looks at the passing countryside, brow knit. | |
| 147 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - AFTERNOON 147 | |
| All the family cars there, along with two police cruisers. | |
| Marta's pulls up. | |
| 148 INT. MARTA'S CAR 148 | |
| MARTA | |
| ...said it was stashed, the copy, | |
| and then she told me "you did this, | |
| you won't get away with it" and | |
| then I called the ambulance. And | |
| that's it. | |
| She turns the engine off. Looks up at the house. Breathes. | |
| BLANC | |
| Alright. Are you ready? | |
| 149 INT. FOYER 149 | |
| Marta and Blanc enter. This really feels like a walk | |
| towards the gallows. Richard, Walt and Meg are there. Meg | |
| avoids eye contact with Marta. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Ah. Ok, has she come to her senses? | |
| WALT | |
| She's standing right there Richard | |
| she can speak for herself - | |
| BLANC | |
| Is the rest of the family here? | |
| WALT | |
| In the living room. | |
| BLANC | |
| I think maybe, if we could... | |
| 106. | |
| Blanc beckons, and Richard and Walt file out. On her way | |
| out Meg hugs Marta, weeping. | |
| MEG | |
| I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I told them | |
| about your mom. I was angry and | |
| scared, I'm sorry | |
| MARTA | |
| It's ok, Meg. I understand. Believe | |
| me. It's alright. | |
| Meg sniffs, dries her eyes. | |
| MEG | |
| God I am so raiding Fran's stash | |
| after this. | |
| They hug one more time. Then when Meg walks off towards the | |
| living room, Marta realizes something. Blanc walks back. | |
| BLANC | |
| I still think this is a bad idea, | |
| but the family is assembled. | |
| MARTA | |
| (to Blanc) | |
| I know where the tox report is. | |
| 150 INT. DRAWING ROOM 150 | |
| Marta jimmies the clock drawer open with a letter opener. | |
| She pulls a FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER from inside, blows loose | |
| pot leaves off it. She hands it to Blanc. | |
| MARTA | |
| She practically told me where it | |
| was. Anyway this'll tie everything | |
| up. And I just handed it to you, | |
| god you're you're not much of a | |
| detective are you? | |
| BLANC | |
| To be fair you're a pretty lousy | |
| murderer. Perhaps we deserve each | |
| other. | |
| 151 INT. LIVING ROOM 151 | |
| 107. | |
| The family gathered, impatient. Lieutenant Elliott and | |
| Trooper Wagner are there too, with another uniformed | |
| officer. Ransom sits in the corner, his face passive. | |
| Marta gulps. Blanc is a few steps behind her. As she | |
| speaks, he unfolds and reads the tox report. | |
| MARTA | |
| Um. You guys have always been good | |
| to me. And what I'm about to say | |
| isn't going to be easy, and you're | |
| going to be upset, but especially | |
| after everything you've gone | |
| through the past few days, I | |
| thought you deserved to hear it | |
| from me. | |
| Walt smiles at her, "you're doing the right thing." Marta | |
| takes a deep breath. | |
| Blanc has finished reading the report. He refolds it | |
| carefully. | |
| MARTA | |
| I - | |
| BLANC | |
| Excuse me. You have not been good | |
| to her. You have all treated her | |
| like shit to steal back a fortune | |
| that you lost and she deserves. | |
| You're a pack of bloody vultures at | |
| the feast, but you're not getting | |
| bailed out, not this time. | |
| (beat) | |
| Ms. Cabrera has decided | |
| definitively not to renounce the | |
| inheritance. | |
| WALT | |
| What? | |
| MARTA | |
| What? | |
| BLANC | |
| Furthermore it will be my | |
| professional recommendation to the | |
| local authorities that the manner | |
| of death in the case of Harlan | |
| Thrombey is ruled as suicide, and | |
| the case is closed. | |
| 108. | |
| RANSOM | |
| What? | |
| MARTA | |
| What? No, Blanc - | |
| BLANC | |
| Thank you all for coming goodbye. | |
| He firmly guides Marta out by the elbow. A beat of silence. | |
| RICHARD | |
| Is anybody else confused? | |
| As the family breaks out in hubub, Linda notices her dad's | |
| OLD BASEBALL on the side table where Blanc left it. What's | |
| that doing here? She picks it up. | |
| 152 INT. LIBRARY 152 | |
| Blanc steers Marta into the library, as sounds of hubub and | |
| shouting come from the other room. | |
| MARTA | |
| What the hell? I want to come | |
| clean, this is over - | |
| BLANC | |
| Almost. | |
| Elliott bursts in, motions to the living room, then Marta, | |
| then Blanc. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| What - with - what? | |
| BLANC | |
| I'm sorry - officer Wagner! | |
| Wagner enters. | |
| BLANC | |
| Please keep the family out of this | |
| room and get them out of the house | |
| if you can. But stand by with your | |
| additional officer. | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Get the family out? | |
| BLANC | |
| Yes but not all of them. | |
| 109. | |
| Blanc whispers something to Wagner, who nods and exits. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Blanc c'mon, what's all this Drama. | |
| BLANC | |
| Indulge me. | |
| Marta sits. Elliott remains standing. | |
| MARTA | |
| Blanc. I told Ransom, Ransom told | |
| you, I'm telling you now - it is an | |
| immovable fact that I killed | |
| Harlan. | |
| BLANC | |
| Yes you did, yes he did, yes you | |
| are, but. But. | |
| BLANC | |
| I spoke in the car about the hole | |
| at the center of this donut. And | |
| yes, what you and Harlan did that | |
| fateful night seems at first glance | |
| to fill that hole perfectly. A | |
| donut hole in the donut's hole. But | |
| we must look a little closer. And | |
| when we do, we see that the donut | |
| hole has a hole in its center - it | |
| is not a donut hole at all but a | |
| smaller donut with its own hole, | |
| and our donut is not whole at all! | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Blanc I understand that this is | |
| amusing for you - | |
| BLANC | |
| Why. Was. I. Hired? Why would | |
| someone hire me? | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Someone fishing for any crime that | |
| could help reverse the will. | |
| BLANC | |
| 110. | |
| I was hired before the sealed will | |
| was read. Yes, the person must have | |
| known the contents of the will. But | |
| one step further - that same person | |
| must have known a crime was | |
| committed, and further, if the | |
| intent was to reverse Marta's | |
| inheritance, they must have known | |
| that Marta was responsible. | |
| (beat) | |
| An intriguing combination of | |
| factors. Someone who knew what | |
| Marta did, wanted to expose it, but | |
| could not reveal how they knew. | |
| MARTA | |
| Fran? She was blackmailing me, she | |
| knew what I did | |
| BLANC | |
| But Fran wanted money, ergo she did | |
| not want the crime exposed. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Did someone in the family see Marta | |
| doing something suspicious? | |
| BLANC | |
| They would have had no reason to | |
| not speak up. No. The answer is not | |
| so simple. | |
| Blanc sits, suddenly weary. | |
| BLANC | |
| Now with the entire solution in my | |
| field of view, the arc of this case | |
| is a tragedy of errors. And Marta, | |
| it will not be easy to hear. But | |
| there is at least one truly guilty | |
| party behind it all, guilty in the | |
| true sense of acting with malice, | |
| and committing a heinous crime with | |
| selfish intent. | |
| (calls) | |
| Trooper Wagner. | |
| MARTA | |
| (stunned) | |
| Trooper Wagner?? | |
| Blanc squints at her. No. | |
| 111. | |
| A moment later Wagner leads Ransom in. Ransom looks at | |
| Marta softly, sadly. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Marta I'm sorry. I told them | |
| everything, I figured it was all | |
| up. I'm sorry. | |
| MARTA | |
| It's alright Ransom, I'm glad you | |
| did. | |
| BLANC | |
| Not exactly everything though. | |
| MARTA | |
| Is this about what Greatnana told | |
| you? She saw me that night, she | |
| mistook me for Ransom | |
| BLANC | |
| We'll get to that. But first, Mr. | |
| Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you might | |
| tell us all why you hired me. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Why I hired you? | |
| BLANC | |
| You're right, let's back up. To the | |
| night of the party. Your argument | |
| with Harlan. What were the | |
| overheard words by the Nazi child | |
| masturbating in the bathroom - "my | |
| will" and "I'm warning you." You | |
| and Harlan were "drama mamas," you | |
| shared a love of twisting the knife | |
| into one another. I don't believe | |
| he would have slipped it in halfway | |
| - no, I submit that Harlan told you | |
| everything. | |
| 153 INT. SMALL STUDY - NIGHT OF PARTY 153 | |
| Ransom and Harlan face each other. | |
| RANSOM | |
| You can't be serious. | |
| HARLAN | |
| 112. | |
| Not a red dime or word of my work | |
| to a single one of them, you | |
| included. | |
| 154 INT. LIBRARY 154 | |
| BLANC | |
| Marta, remind me what Ransom said | |
| his conversation with Harlan ended | |
| with. | |
| MARTA | |
| Harlan told him that I could beat | |
| him in GO. | |
| BLANC | |
| And I asked myself - Marta? Why | |
| would the topic of the will have | |
| steered around to Marta? There is | |
| one obvious explanation... | |
| 155 INT. SMALL STUDY - NIGHT OF PARTY 155 | |
| RANSOM | |
| You are not this crazy. You would | |
| not just throw your fortune away | |
| HARLAN | |
| No. I'm giving it to Marta. All of | |
| it. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Ha. To your Brazilian nurse are you | |
| goddamn insane. | |
| HARLAN | |
| I'm sane for the first time in my | |
| life and I've done it I've made the | |
| change to my will it's done | |
| RANSOM | |
| I'm going to stop this Harlan, I - | |
| RANSOM | |
| I'm warning you! | |
| Push into a vent in the wall. | |
| 156 INT. LIBRARY 156 | |
| 113. | |
| RANSOM | |
| That is some heavy duty conjecture. | |
| BLANC | |
| Granted. But it's the only way what | |
| comes next makes sense. So you | |
| storm out, you drive off into the | |
| night. You tell Marta later of what | |
| was it, feeling an overwhelming | |
| sense of... | |
| MARTA | |
| Clarity. That he has to make do for | |
| himself from here on out. | |
| BLANC | |
| Exactly. | |
| 157 EXT. NORFOLK ROADS - NIGHT OF PARTY 157 | |
| Ransom's Porsche SKIDS TO A STOP on the side of the empty | |
| road. Sits idling. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Marta. The will. Harlan. "You won't | |
| get away with this." Do for | |
| yourself. And a plan forms. | |
| A beat. Then the Porsche roars into a skidding U-TURN and | |
| drives back the way it came. | |
| 158 EXT. PRIVATE ROAD - NIGHT OF PARTY 158 | |
| Ransom's Porsche kills its lights and drives slowly down | |
| the private road, hooking a left at the CARVED ELEPHANT | |
| that marks the utility road. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| You return, careful to avoid the | |
| gate's security camera range. | |
| 159 EXT. WOODS - NIGHT OF PARTY 159 | |
| The Porsche parked, Ransom hacks his way through the woods. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Then on foot up towards the house, | |
| 160 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY 160 | |
| 114. | |
| The party is still going on inside. Ransom slips through | |
| the side gate, up towards the house, and up the trellis. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| You sneak in, up the trellis so as | |
| not to be seen by the rest of the | |
| family, who are still having their | |
| party downstairs. | |
| 161 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT OF PARTY 161 | |
| The painting wall swings aside, and Ransom climbs through, | |
| leaving mud traces on the sill and the carpet. He heads | |
| straight down the narrow hall and into Harlan's bedroom. | |
| The party din from downstairs. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| What you need to do will take | |
| moments. But it is essential you | |
| are alone, and undetected. | |
| Ransom disappears into the darkened doorway. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| You knew the medications Harlan | |
| took. You knew what Marta would be | |
| injecting him with that night. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| And you knew if Marta was | |
| responsible for his death, even | |
| unintentionally, the slayer rule | |
| would nullify the changed will, and | |
| you would get your share back. | |
| 162 INT. HARLAN'S BEDROOM 162 | |
| Dark and still. Marta's medical bag, open. Ransom has | |
| unwrapped two syringes and has the two vials out - the | |
| Toradol and the morphine (the "good stuff.") | |
| Using the syringes he extracts the liquid from both | |
| vials... and then injects the liquids back into the | |
| opposite vials. | |
| He SWITCHES THE MEDICATIONS. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| 115. | |
| You use the syringes in the kit to | |
| switch the liquids in the two | |
| medication vials. And as a final | |
| precaution, you take the Naloxone, | |
| the life saving antidote. | |
| Replacing the vials he takes an injection pen, closes the | |
| bag up and leaves. | |
| 163 INT. LIBRARY 163 | |
| Marta is stunned, she can't even process this. | |
| MARTA | |
| No, no that's impossible. | |
| BLANC | |
| It is the truth. Hand me that vial | |
| of morphine, I'll show you. | |
| Blanc has placed two identical vials on the table behind | |
| Marta. Her mind is still spinning, she glances at them, | |
| takes one and absently hands it to him. | |
| MARTA | |
| If he did that, if the meds were | |
| switched, then when I got them | |
| mixed up... | |
| (oh my god) | |
| I accidentally switched them back. | |
| But then I gave Harlan | |
| BLANC | |
| The correct doses. Yes. But not | |
| accidentally. I taped over the | |
| labels of these two vials. | |
| Blanc shows white tape over the one she just handed him. | |
| Picks up the other vial, shows the same. | |
| BLANC | |
| The vials themselves are identical. | |
| How did you know that this was the | |
| morphine? | |
| MARTA | |
| I... just knew | |
| BLANC | |
| 116. | |
| You knew because there is the | |
| slightest, almost imperceptible | |
| difference of tincture and | |
| viscosity between the liquids. You | |
| knew because you had done it a | |
| hundred times. You gave him the | |
| correct medication. Because you are | |
| a good nurse. | |
| MARTA | |
| Then Harlan was... | |
| BLANC | |
| I'm sorry Marta. But yes. Harlan | |
| was perfectly fine. | |
| He unfolds the tox report and hands it to her. | |
| BLANC | |
| His blood was normal. The cause of | |
| death was truly, solely suicide, | |
| and you are guilty of nothing but | |
| some damage to the trellis and a | |
| few amateur theatrics. In fact if | |
| he had listened to you, he would be | |
| alive today. | |
| Marta is white as a ghost. She shudders, buckles over. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Hot damn. | |
| BLANC | |
| A twisted web, and we are not | |
| finished untangling it. Not yet. | |
| BLANC | |
| Marta when Greatnana spotted you | |
| climbing down the trellis she said | |
| 164 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY 164 | |
| Marta facing Greatnana, who says: | |
| GREATNANA | |
| Ransom? Are you back again already? | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Are you back again already, because | |
| earlier that night - | |
| 117. | |
| CUT TO: the exact same scene but RANSOM hops down off the | |
| trellis, and is startled by Greatnana staring at him. | |
| GREATNANA | |
| Ransom, you're back! | |
| He puts his finger to his lips - shhh, and blows a kiss as | |
| he walks off into the night. | |
| 165 INT. LIBRARY 165 | |
| Marta with her fingers on her temples, still unbelieving. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Marta c'mon. | |
| (to Blanc) | |
| This is stoopid with two o's and | |
| you don't have a shred of evidence, | |
| you're just spinning a fairy tale. | |
| BLANC | |
| Not a shred no, just as we have no | |
| real proof of Marta's mixing up the | |
| vials so it's your word against - | |
| RANSOM | |
| You have her confession! | |
| The sharpness of this makes Marta look at Ransom for the | |
| first time. | |
| BLANC | |
| Ah right, we do have that. If | |
| you'll indulge me, I'd like to spin | |
| a little further. | |
| 166 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE SIDE YARD - NIGHT OF PARTY - FLASHBACK 166 | |
| Moonlit, silent. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Much later that night you would | |
| have to come back to the house, to | |
| break back in and retrieve the | |
| incriminating tampered vials. | |
| A dark figure, Ransom, approaches the side gate. But when | |
| he opens it, the two dogs come bounding across the lawn, | |
| barking loudly. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| 118. | |
| However, this time the dogs were | |
| outside. They barked. Waking Meg. | |
| A light goes on upstairs. The dogs keep barking, paws on | |
| the gate. Ransom backs off. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| No matter. You'll get the vials | |
| tomorrow. | |
| 167 INT. LIBRARY 167 | |
| BLANC | |
| But tomorrow brings news not of a | |
| medical error and guilty nurse, but | |
| of a slit throat and suicide!? | |
| 168 INT. RANSOM'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY 168 | |
| A nervous Ransom tears a clipping from the local newspaper | |
| about Harlan's death, stuffs in it an envelope with a huge | |
| fold of cash, and addresses it to Blanc. The New Yorker | |
| profile open on the couch. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Now the circumstances are perfect | |
| for the anonymous hiring of a me: | |
| you know a crime has been committed | |
| by Marta, you need her to be caught | |
| for it, you cannot reveal how you | |
| know. | |
| 169 INT. LIBRARY 169 | |
| BLANC | |
| Enter Benoit Blanc. | |
| Elliott can't help but roll his eyes. | |
| LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT | |
| Benny look I hear what you are | |
| saying | |
| Trooper Wagner quickly shushs Elliott, enthralled by every | |
| word Blanc says. | |
| BLANC | |
| 119. | |
| The body was discovered early the | |
| next morning. The police, the | |
| medical examiners, the family, | |
| everyone swarms in, | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| and there is no possible way you | |
| can get to Marta's medical bag to | |
| remove the vials. You must wait for | |
| your moment, when the investigation | |
| is over and you know the house will | |
| be empty. And that is why you | |
| missed the funeral. | |
| 170 INT. THIRD FLOOR LANDING - AFTERNOON - FLASHBACK 170 | |
| Ransom bounds up the stairs, climbs under the POLICE TAPE | |
| blocking Harlan's study, and enters. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| there is no one home to wonder why | |
| you're going into Harlan's study. | |
| Or so you think. | |
| Fran comes around the corner, spots Ransom and is about to | |
| say something, but doesn't. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Poor Fran. She witnessed you | |
| tampering with Harlan's medication | |
| in the medical bag. She did not | |
| know what you were doing. But she | |
| knew you were up to no good. And so | |
| her mind begins to turn. | |
| Ransom pockets the two incriminating vials from the medical | |
| bag and replaces the Naloxone pen. When he stands to go she | |
| retreats. | |
| 171 INT. LIBRARY 171 | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh god that movie she told me | |
| about, with Danica McKellar, that's | |
| what she was talking about - | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| Deadly by Surprise. | |
| BLANC | |
| 120. | |
| She loved Harlan. She hates Ransom. | |
| So the poor girl decides to test | |
| her theory and make this asshole | |
| pay. She gets a copy of the | |
| toxicology report, I will be honest | |
| I have no idea how | |
| MARTA | |
| She has a cousin - she told me, she | |
| has a cousin who works as a | |
| receptionist at the examiners | |
| office! | |
| BLANC | |
| Well voila. The numbers mean | |
| nothing to her, but if Ransom is | |
| guilty its existence is a threat, | |
| so she photocopies the header and | |
| makes her blackmail note. | |
| MARTA | |
| So why did she send it to me? | |
| BLANC | |
| She did not. She sent it to Ransom. | |
| 172 INT. RANSOM'S LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 172 | |
| Ransom walks in sorting mail - finds the blank envelope, | |
| reads the blackmail note inside, and slowly grins. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| And when Ransom first gets it, what | |
| is his reaction? Elation! He still | |
| thinks Marta gave Harlan the | |
| tampered drugs! A blood tox report | |
| will prove Marta's guilt! | |
| 173 INT. LIBRARY - DAY - FLASHBACK 173 | |
| The will reading, the family assembled. Ransom sits in | |
| back, a sly smile on his face as the will is read. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| He goes to the will reading in high | |
| spirits, ready to see the family | |
| tear themselves apart, secure in | |
| the knowledge that it will all be | |
| undone when the tox report comes to | |
| light. And then... | |
| 121. | |
| 174 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 174 | |
| Beers stacked up. Marta has just confessed. Ransom's face | |
| is unreadable. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Marta's confession. And everything | |
| turns on its head. Now he realizes | |
| that Marta has committed no crime, | |
| and the tox report will prove her | |
| innocence. The changed will is | |
| going to stand. He has lost. | |
| Unless. | |
| 175 INT. LIBRARY 175 | |
| Blanc rounds on Ransom. | |
| BLANC | |
| Unless you decide. | |
| 176 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 176 | |
| Ransom giving Marta his pep talk - | |
| RANSOM | |
| ...you're not going to give up the | |
| money. | |
| 177 INT. LIBRARY 177 | |
| BLANC | |
| You are not going to give up the | |
| money. | |
| 178 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 178 | |
| RANSOM | |
| You've come this far! | |
| 179 INT. LIBRARY 179 | |
| BLANC | |
| You have come this far. Just one | |
| step further. Just one last act, in | |
| for a penny, in for a pound. You | |
| decide. You are in. | |
| 122. | |
| CLOSE ON: A lighter ignites a rag stuffed in a tin gas can. | |
| THE CAN: Being thrown through a window in a brick wall. | |
| 180 INT. MEDICAL EXAMINERS OFFICE MORGUE - FLASHBACK 180 | |
| Empty, dark. The flaming can falls in slow motion from the | |
| high window. Hits the floor, ignites. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Step one: destroy all evidence of | |
| Marta's innocence. | |
| The flames dance in the reflection of a glass case of | |
| refrigerated BLOOD SAMPLES. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Step two: | |
| 181 INT. RANSOM'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT / DAY? 181 | |
| CLOSE ON: The BLACKMAIL NOTE - at the bottom is written | |
| "1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 8AM" A hand TEARS this bottom part off, | |
| then puts the top half in an envelope. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Send Marta the anonymous email with | |
| a late morning rendezvous time, | |
| CLOSE ON: An email addressed to Marta being typed on a | |
| phone, "1209 COLUMBUS ROAD 10AM" | |
| 182 INT. APARTMENT BACK HALLWAY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 182 | |
| Ransom creeps down the hall, slips the ENVELOPE into the | |
| letter slot of Marta's door. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| and deliver her the blackmail note. | |
| 183 EXT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - MORNING - FLASHBACK 183 | |
| Ransom's Porsche pulls up. He gets out, pulling on gloves. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Step three: keep your appointment | |
| with Fran. | |
| 123. | |
| 184 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - 8AM - FLASHBACK 184 | |
| Fran standing in the middle of the room, nervous. She turns | |
| as Ransom walks in and strides towards her. | |
| FRAN | |
| I knew it. I knew you were a no | |
| good son of a bitch, I knew Harlan | |
| wouldn't have just killed himself. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Yes, you were right Fran. | |
| Ransom sees the medical bag on the floor, kneels and pulls | |
| something out of it. | |
| FRAN | |
| I knew you were guilty as shit. Now | |
| you're gonna pay for it don't come | |
| near me I'm warning you I - | |
| But he's upon her, hand over her mouth, stifling her scream | |
| as he pushes the syringe into her neck and PUSHES THE | |
| PLUNGER. | |
| MINUTES LATER - her inert body in the chair. He fishes | |
| through her pockets, finds the envelope, and takes the TOX | |
| REPORT from it, leaves the empty envelope in her hands. | |
| On his way out: lights the tox report on fire, drops it | |
| burning next to Marta's bag. We stay with it as it burns | |
| away. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| Now the board is set. Marta will | |
| get the blackmail note. You will | |
| put the pieces together for her - | |
| the tox report, her one chance at | |
| getting away with it all. You'll | |
| guide her to the rendezvous. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| You'll make an anonymous call to | |
| the police, they will catch her | |
| there with the body and the burned | |
| evidence. Marta will be arrested | |
| for killing Fran... and Harlan. | |
| 185 INT. LIBRARY 185 | |
| MARTA | |
| She said - | |
| 124. | |
| 186 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 186 | |
| Marta holding Fran on the floor, her dying words - | |
| FRAN | |
| you... did this... | |
| 187 INT. LIBRARY 187 | |
| MARTA | |
| She didn't say "you did this," she | |
| wasn't talking about me, she said | |
| 188 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 188 | |
| Exact same moment but this time we hear - | |
| FRAN | |
| Hugh... did this... | |
| 189 INT. LIBRARY 189 | |
| MARTA | |
| Hugh did this. Cause you made the | |
| help call you Hugh. Cause you're an | |
| asshole. | |
| BLANC | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| It would have worked. If we hadn't | |
| brought you in for questioning, so | |
| you could not make your anonymous | |
| call. And if Fran had not stashed a | |
| safety copy of the tox report. | |
| 190 INT. 1209 COLUMBUS ROAD - FLASHBACK 190 | |
| Marta turns away from the dying Fran. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| And if Marta had not outplayed you | |
| once again. | |
| Marta turns back, calls 911, gives mouth to mouth to Fran. | |
| BLANC (V.O.) | |
| 125. | |
| By having a kind heart. By saving | |
| Fran's life, though it meant her | |
| losing the inheritance and going to | |
| jail. She didn't play your game, | |
| she saved Fran's life. | |
| 191 INT. LIBRARY 191 | |
| For the first time, Ransom looks afraid. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Fran's alive? | |
| Marta's phone starts to ring. They all see the caller id - | |
| it's the hospital. | |
| BLANC | |
| (to Marta) | |
| Oh yes. Fran, who will confirm this | |
| fairy story or something close to | |
| it. | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| And will send you, Hugh, to jail. | |
| She answers the call, puts the phone to her ear. | |
| MARTA | |
| Yes. | |
| A long beat, then her face breaks in relief. | |
| MARTA | |
| Yes. Thank you doctor, that's great | |
| news, we'll be there soon. | |
| She hangs up. And smiles with radiant joy. | |
| MARTA | |
| She's okay. | |
| (to Blanc) | |
| She's ready to talk. | |
| Ransom stares at Marta, his face a mask. | |
| BLANC | |
| Trooper Wagner, if you would keep | |
| Mr. Drysdale in custody while | |
| Lieutenant Elliott, Ms. Cabrera and | |
| myself go to the hospital to take | |
| Fran's statement. | |
| 126. | |
| Ransom stands. Steps to Marta, who's frozen, looking in his | |
| eyes. His poker face breaks. And he grins. | |
| RANSOM | |
| I want to say this just to you, not | |
| to a courtroom of cameras, just to | |
| you because you know it's the | |
| truth: we allowed you into our | |
| home. We allowed you to take care | |
| of granddad, to be part of our | |
| family and now you think you can | |
| steal it from us? You think I'm not | |
| going to fight for our birthright, | |
| our home, our ancestral family | |
| home? | |
| BLANC | |
| Harlan bought this house in the | |
| eighties. From a Pakistani real | |
| estate baron. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Oh shut up Blanc, shut up! Shut up | |
| with that Kentucky fried fog horn | |
| rag-horn drawl. Yeah I killed Fran | |
| but I guess I didn't, so what do | |
| you have on me. Nothing What? | |
| attempted murder - | |
| (to Blanc) | |
| I get arson for the bombing, maybe | |
| a few other charges, with a good | |
| lawyer I'll be out before you know | |
| it. | |
| Face to face, Ransom's face hateful, Marta's strong and | |
| set. | |
| RANSOM | |
| (to Marta) | |
| And then you'll see just how much | |
| hell I can wreak on your life, you | |
| vicious little bitch. | |
| But then... Marta's face starts to do things. Odd things. | |
| Convulses. Her jaw clenches. Her cheeks bulge. | |
| And the PROJECTILE VOMITS into Ransom's face. | |
| RANSOM | |
| AUGH! WHAT THE SHIT! | |
| He falls back cursing, she drops to her knees, spitting. | |
| 127. | |
| Wagner, inappropriately excited: | |
| TROOPER WAGNER | |
| That means she was lying! | |
| MARTA | |
| That's right, Fran's dead. | |
| (to Ransom) | |
| And you just confessed to her | |
| murder. | |
| Ransom takes this in. Then he smirks. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Well. In for a penny... | |
| In one fluid motion he spins to the ornamental WALL OF | |
| KNIVES, grabs one - | |
| BLANC | |
| No! | |
| and TACKLES MARTA... | |
| Time slows as Blanc and Elliott lunge to stop him but it's | |
| too late - | |
| Ransom and Marta fall together, his arm arcing down | |
| And as the they hit the ground his arm comes down PLUNGING | |
| THE KNIFE UP TO THE HILT IN HER CHEST. | |
| They lie still, breathing hard. Her eyes wide with pain and | |
| horror. His cold and wild. | |
| But then she blinks. Squints. | |
| And he cocks his head. Realizing something. | |
| Withdraws the knife from her chest. | |
| Its fake blade had retracted into the handle. It's a | |
| theatrical prop. | |
| He pumps it up and down a few times, the spring making a | |
| pathetic toy noise. | |
| Ransom smirks. | |
| RANSOM | |
| Shit | |
| 128. | |
| And is VIOLENTLY TACKLED out of frame by Trooper Wagner. | |
| Leaving Marta lying on her back. Blanc shouting if she's | |
| alright, Elliott and Wagner wrestling Ransom into cuffs, it | |
| all fades into the background as she holds the knife and | |
| stares at the ceiling. | |
| 192 INT. SMALL STUDY 192 | |
| CLOSE ON: Harlan's old baseball being set carefully back in | |
| place. | |
| By Linda. She's about to leave, but she notices the pink | |
| envelope on the desk. Picks it up, takes out the blank | |
| note. Seems to recognize it, and smiles sadly. | |
| 193 EXT. THROMBEY ESTATE FRONT DRIVE - LATER 193 | |
| Linda comes outside and joins the family. | |
| Several more police cars, and an ambulance. Ransom is | |
| loaded into the cop car. His family are held at bay by | |
| officers, but they react in different ways - | |
| Richard yelling at the cops. Walt sobbing, Donna collapsed | |
| against him, Jacob on his phone. | |
| Joni staring into space, ruined. Meg talking to Lieutenant | |
| Elliott, crying. She's just learned about Fran. | |
| Linda watches the circus, strangely disconnected, going to | |
| light a cigarette. With a strange smirk, she uses the flame | |
| to warm the blank note from the office, and HIDDEN WRITING | |
| starts to appear - a note from her father. Their secret | |
| communication. As the letters appear, her face changes. | |
| 194 INT. LIVING ROOM 194 | |
| Marta sits, a blanket over her shoulders. An officer who's | |
| just taken her statement walks away. Blanc approaches. | |
| MARTA | |
| Can I ask. At what point did you | |
| suspect I had something to do with | |
| Harlan's death? | |
| BLANC | |
| From the moment you first set foot | |
| in front of me. | |
| 129. | |
| Taps her shoe. The tiny, faded spot of blood. | |
| MARTA | |
| Oh my god. | |
| BLANC | |
| I want you to remember something | |
| very important: you won not by | |
| playing the game Harlan's way, but | |
| yours. | |
| Through the window she sees the family outside. | |
| MARTA | |
| I should help them. Right? | |
| BLANC | |
| I have my own opinion. But I have a | |
| feeling you'll follow your heart. | |
| He gives her a wink, and strolls off. | |
| 195 INT. FOYER - LATER 195 | |
| Marta shuffles to the front doorway. One last glance at | |
| Harlan's portrait, its grin now gentle and content. | |
| 196 EXT. FRONT PORCH - BALCONY 196 | |
| She stands on the threshold. Sees Blanc get into the front | |
| door of a cruiser, and it drives off - Ransom in the back. | |
| He looks back at her through the window. | |
| The family out on the lawn. Not sure where to go or what to | |
| do. They all turn to see: Marta standing very small, but | |
| somehow not, in the doorway of her house. | |