INT. DAY – POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM
The rain hits the only window in the room with ferocity. Nothing can be seen outside because of a heavy haze.
The camera moves away from the window and settles on a corner, watching the center of the room. There’s a large table and two chairs, a pasty white guy is seating in one of them. No one sits in the other chair.
The man lays his head on the table, apparently crying but there are no tears on his face. The door to the outside opens. It’s a policeman. He’s very tall, black and carries a gun on his belt.
You sure were difficult to pick up, Vince.
The detective sits on the empty chair. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from his chest pocket, pulls one out and offers it to Vince.
Wake up, man.
Vince raises his head. His eyes are red. He looks pale and desperate. He grabs the cigarette. Marko pulls out a lighter from the cigarette pack and lights Vince’s smoke. He inhales once and clearly enjoys the taste of it.
Now, where’s the girl?
Her dad’s here, Vince.
Vince looks at the door, nervous. Marko sits back on his chair, crossing his arms and looking straight at Vince, who looks like a trapped mouse.
We know everything, Vince. We know what you did to them.
To her. We just need you to help us find her.
But Vince doesn’t seem to mind the presence of the detective. He suddenly stands up and walks towards the window. He stays there, looking at the rain, not saying a word.
Marko’s fingers start playing with the cigarette pack.
Did you know her dad is congressman Walters?
The one whose face is all over town, seeking reelection?
(For a second, he waits for an answer)
He’s calm right now. If he gets mad, you’re fried.
But Vince keeps looking out the window. The drops of water hit the glass hard but the man doesn’t seem startled or annoyed. He just looks at the rain in the most peaceful way.
Then, he starts mumbling.
Marko stands up from his chair and walks towards Vince, who’s still talking under his breath.
The men are separated then by a few meters but Marko does not understand what Vince is saying. He mumbles as if he was repeating things to himself, not to really talk with anyone.
Hey! Stop it! You’re dyin’, dumbass!
Don’t you wanna save your ass?
Vince remains unresponsive. He keeps repeating, mumbling. His cigarette is consuming itself on his hand.
Detective Marko closes his fists, ready to be harder on Vince than he was authorized to. But he refrains. A muted sound enters the room from outside.
I can make them see you’re not well.
You don’t have to die, Vince.
Vince then turns around and looks at Marko straight in the eye. He smiles softly. He walks one step towards the detective. He then reaches out with one hand, caressing Marko on the cheek.
But I do have to die. You know that.
Marko looks scared. He cannot move away from Vince. He stares at the criminal, but does not seem to know what to do next.
And she will have to die too.
You also know that.
His hand caresses Marko further, feeling his three-day stubble. His smile grows, making his face look weirdly deformed. If he looked pale and lanky before, he now looks insane.
Tell the congressman to make the arrangements.
Vince pulls back his hand. Marko seems to be able to move now. He turns around suddenly towards the door but it opens before he can reach it. A woman stands there, dripping water.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
(Looking back at Vince)
It’s ok. What is it?
Sir, it’s the congressman.
Marko turns his attention to her, his eyes wide open.
He said he was going for a coffee.
But some officers saw him running towards the street,
without his coat.
Vince chuckles. Marko looks at him again but his face goes back to Garcia in a second.
We went after him. He seemed out of his mind.
He didn’t look before crossing and…
Marko understands. Vince starts laughing, first slowly but then faster and louder. The detective seems to be losing his patience.
We found this on him.
(She pulls out a cellphone from her coat)
Marko takes the cellphone without asking. He looks at it and sees something he would have wanted not to see.
On the screen, a live feed is still ongoing. The camera is apparently under water and, for a moment, you cannot see much.
Then, a head tilts forward and it becomes noticeable. It’s the face of a young woman. She’s clearly dead, having turned purple already.
Garcia takes the cellphone back, saying something about evidence. Marko’s head turns. He walks towards the chair and drops there. He grabs his head, it hurts. Vince’s laughter is loud.
I had to do it Marko.
You knew. You always knew.
Marko looks at him, his eyes a bit watery. He looks at Vince laughing but doesn’t seem to have the same power and stability than before. He looks lost, confused even.
Two policemen enter the room and pull Vince out of it. Marko looks how the man is dragged out, how he’s still laughing. Finally, a tear runs down Marko’s face. The men leave and he’s alone with that tear.
The rain punches hard on the glass.