its neck--GENUINE “ROBBIE BEALS BRAND”
LOBSTERIN’ GEAH--and yanks the sign off with a snarl. He SCOWLS at it. HATCH has slogged around from the back just in time to see and react to this. PETER GODSOE follows ROBBIE back inside, to monitor developments. HATCH follows them both.
112 INTERIOR: THE MARKET--AFTERNOON.
Lots of people milling around. Prominent among them is MOLLY ANDERSON, talking to CAT but mostly worrying about MIKE. We see RALPHIE halfway down one of the aisles and mooning over the sugary cereals.
MOLLY
(as HATCH enters)
Where’s Mike? Is he all right?
HATCH
Fine. Out back with the prisoner. I just have to let him in.
Other people move in on him.
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PETER GODSOE
Is he a local?
HATCH
I never saw him before in my life.
Lots of relief at this. Others try to grab HATCH’S attention and ask questions, but MOLLY isn’t among them--the sooner HATCH does his job, the sooner she’ll have her husband back. HATCH fights his way up the center aisle, pausing to ruffle RALPHIE’S hair. RALPHIE gives him an AFFECTIONATE
GRIN.
ROBBIE still has the sign; is tapping it angrily against his thigh. MOLLY sees it and winces a little.
113 EXTERIOR: ON THE LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
They stand facing each other in the DRIVING SNOW. There are several beats of silence. Then:
LINOGE
Give me what I want, and I’ll go away.
MIKE
What is it you want?
That smile shakes MIKE in spite of himself.
114 INTERIOR: THE CONSTABLE’S OFFICE, WITH HATCH.
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He comes bustling in and hurries to the loading door. He turns the dead-bolt knob and tries to open it. The door still won’t open. He pushes hard, then harder. No luck. As a last resort, he SLAMS HIS
SHOULDER against the door. Nothing. The door might as well be dipped in concrete.
HATCH
Mike?
MIKE (voice-over)
Come on, hurry up! It’s freezing out here!
HATCH
It won’t open! It’s stuck!
115 EXTERIOR: RESUME LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
MIKE is totally EXASPERATED--everything has gone wrong with this piece of work; it’s a complete Russian fire drill. LINOGE is still smiling his faint little smile. For him, everything’s right on track.
MIKE
Did you unlock it?
HATCH
(rather hurt by this)
Course I did, Mike!
MIKE
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Then whale on it! There’s probably ice in the jamb.
116 INTERIOR: RESUME CONSTABLE’S OFFICE, WITH HATCH.
ROBBIE is standing in the door behind HATCH, observing all this with HEAVY CONTEMPT. HATCH rolls his eyes, knowing perfectly well the door isn’t frozen; he already whaled on it. Nevertheless, he hits the door another couple of good shots. ROBBIE crosses the room, stopping on the way to drop the joke sign on MIKE’S constable’s desk. HATCH turns toward him, startled. ROBBIE
(who is a physically bigger man) moves HATCH aside, none too gently.
ROBBIE
Let me.
He hits the door several more good shots, his look of confidence gradually subsiding. HATCH watches with subtle but understandable satisfaction. ROBBIE gives up, rubbing his shoulder.
ROBBIE
Anderson! You’ll have to come around and take him through the store.
117 EXTERIOR: RESUME LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
MIKE ROLLS HIS EYES IN ANNOYANCE--BEALS in the constable’s office, still meddling. Oh, goody, better and better.
MIKE
Hatch!
HATCH (voice-over)
Yeah!
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MIKE
Come around. (pointedly) Alone.
HATCH (voice-over)
Right there!
MIKE turns his attention back to LINOGE.
MIKE
Be a little bit longer. Just stand quiet.
LINOGE
Remember what I said, Mr. Anderson. And when the time comes . . . we’ll talk.
He smiles.
118 EXTERIOR: MAIN STREET, LITTLE TALL ISLAND--LATE AFTERNOON.
The houses and
LOBSTERIN’ GEAH--and yanks the sign off with a snarl. He SCOWLS at it. HATCH has slogged around from the back just in time to see and react to this. PETER GODSOE follows ROBBIE back inside, to monitor developments. HATCH follows them both.
112 INTERIOR: THE MARKET--AFTERNOON.
Lots of people milling around. Prominent among them is MOLLY ANDERSON, talking to CAT but mostly worrying about MIKE. We see RALPHIE halfway down one of the aisles and mooning over the sugary cereals.
MOLLY
(as HATCH enters)
Where’s Mike? Is he all right?
HATCH
Fine. Out back with the prisoner. I just have to let him in.
Other people move in on him.
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PETER GODSOE
Is he a local?
HATCH
I never saw him before in my life.
Lots of relief at this. Others try to grab HATCH’S attention and ask questions, but MOLLY isn’t among them--the sooner HATCH does his job, the sooner she’ll have her husband back. HATCH fights his way up the center aisle, pausing to ruffle RALPHIE’S hair. RALPHIE gives him an AFFECTIONATE
GRIN.
ROBBIE still has the sign; is tapping it angrily against his thigh. MOLLY sees it and winces a little.
113 EXTERIOR: ON THE LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
They stand facing each other in the DRIVING SNOW. There are several beats of silence. Then:
LINOGE
Give me what I want, and I’ll go away.
MIKE
What is it you want?
That smile shakes MIKE in spite of himself.
114 INTERIOR: THE CONSTABLE’S OFFICE, WITH HATCH.
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He comes bustling in and hurries to the loading door. He turns the dead-bolt knob and tries to open it. The door still won’t open. He pushes hard, then harder. No luck. As a last resort, he SLAMS HIS
SHOULDER against the door. Nothing. The door might as well be dipped in concrete.
HATCH
Mike?
MIKE (voice-over)
Come on, hurry up! It’s freezing out here!
HATCH
It won’t open! It’s stuck!
115 EXTERIOR: RESUME LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
MIKE is totally EXASPERATED--everything has gone wrong with this piece of work; it’s a complete Russian fire drill. LINOGE is still smiling his faint little smile. For him, everything’s right on track.
MIKE
Did you unlock it?
HATCH
(rather hurt by this)
Course I did, Mike!
MIKE
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Then whale on it! There’s probably ice in the jamb.
116 INTERIOR: RESUME CONSTABLE’S OFFICE, WITH HATCH.
ROBBIE is standing in the door behind HATCH, observing all this with HEAVY CONTEMPT. HATCH rolls his eyes, knowing perfectly well the door isn’t frozen; he already whaled on it. Nevertheless, he hits the door another couple of good shots. ROBBIE crosses the room, stopping on the way to drop the joke sign on MIKE’S constable’s desk. HATCH turns toward him, startled. ROBBIE
(who is a physically bigger man) moves HATCH aside, none too gently.
ROBBIE
Let me.
He hits the door several more good shots, his look of confidence gradually subsiding. HATCH watches with subtle but understandable satisfaction. ROBBIE gives up, rubbing his shoulder.
ROBBIE
Anderson! You’ll have to come around and take him through the store.
117 EXTERIOR: RESUME LOADING DOCK, WITH MIKE AND LINOGE.
MIKE ROLLS HIS EYES IN ANNOYANCE--BEALS in the constable’s office, still meddling. Oh, goody, better and better.
MIKE
Hatch!
HATCH (voice-over)
Yeah!
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MIKE
Come around. (pointedly) Alone.
HATCH (voice-over)
Right there!
MIKE turns his attention back to LINOGE.
MIKE
Be a little bit longer. Just stand quiet.
LINOGE
Remember what I said, Mr. Anderson. And when the time comes . . . we’ll talk.
He smiles.
118 EXTERIOR: MAIN STREET, LITTLE TALL ISLAND--LATE AFTERNOON.
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