Six Little Lies – Part 1

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SIX LITTLE LIES

©Zig Bingham

A Work in Progress.  First Draft Released as Written.

Part One 

BLANK SCREEN. WE SEE NOTHING.

INTERVIEWER
Thanks Detective. Jack. Can I call you Jack? This won’t take long. Jack… Take a seat.

We hear a groan, “Jack” is in pain.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
You ok?

No response.

You want to tell me, what happened?

FADE IN.

INT. THE ROOM – DAWN
People mill around in the background. Some kind of disaster has happened but we focus on DETECTIVE JACK MILLS, mid forties crumpled cop, bloodied and bruised holding a bloody towel to his head.

JACK
You know what happened. Can I get a coffee?

Then shouting to someone in the background.

JACK (CONT’D)
CAN I GET A COFFEE?

INTERVIEWER
Jack… how about you tell me what happened?

JACK
A beer maybe… You read my statement? Listened to the tape?

Jack is distracted. Whatever happened to him, happened recently. We don’t see the INTERVIEWER just his back whilst we stay focused on Jack.

INTERVIEWER
Yes I did.
JACK
Then why am I here?

Jack grabs the arm of a subordinate PC and whispers

JACK
Get me a coffee eh?

PC
Sure thing Jack.

JACK
Put a little something in it alright.

The PC looks to the Interviewer who nods yes.

INTERVIEWER
(to subordinate)
And close the door will you. Thanks.

We see the subordinate shuffling people out of the room. Then composes himself. Jack Watches the man with eyes of a seasoned interrogator.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
You know why you’re here? Why we’re having this chat.

JACK
What? Was I too verbose? Sorry I mumble sometimes.

INTERVEWER
A little defensive there.

JACK
With the night I’ve had? Of course I’m a little defensive. I just want to go home and hug my kids.

INTERVIEWER
And you can do that once we’ve had a little talk. Your chief told you to cooperate?

JACK
He did.

INTERVIEWER
Well then.

JACK
Just cause a person tells me to do something doesn’t mean I’m going to do something. You understand?

INTERVIEWER
I was told you were prickly.

JACK
Really?

INTERVIEWER
Jack.

JACK
I don’t know anymore than the statement I gave 30 minutes ago to that flatfoot what’s his name?

INTERVIEWER
PC Lancaster.

JACK
What do you know?

INTERVIEWER
I’m the one asking the questions.

Jack is silent for a while.

JACK
Ok. Ask away.

INTERVIEWER
Your statement is a little vague for example …about a few things and somethings just don’t make sense.

JACK
Yeah what things?

INTERVIEWER
Ok. Ok. Right now… You state that you didn’t see the gun man’s face and yet I got an eye witness who tells me that you pointed a gun at him for nearly …

The Interviewer shuffles papers checking his notes.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
…Two minutes.

JACK
Hmm. Two minutes?

INTERVIEWER
Yes. Approximately.

Long pause.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
What happened Jack?

Jack chuckles to himself.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
Look I’m not here to bust your balls. You want to go home… I want to go home. The sooner we get this done is the sooner we get this done alright?

Nothing but a stare from Jack.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
Or I can be a prick about it.

JACK
Really?

INTERVIEWER
Really.

Jack stares for a long time then gets up.

JACK
Fuck you.

INTERVIEWER
Why the hostility? What you hiding Jack? What really happened? What did he say to you? What did you two talk about?

JACK
Charge me or fuck off!

For a moment the two men star each other down, neither backing down.

JACK (CONT’D)
Yeah I thought so.

Jack smiles then hurls the Interviewers papers off the table then triumphantly opens the door to a slab of a man.

JACK (CONT’D)
Out my way!

The man doesn’t move. A pair of handcuffs are thrown on the table causes Jack to spin around.

INTERVIEWER
You want to get home to you kids tonight or after I process you?

JACK
Do I need a lawyer?

INTERVIEWER
I don’t know… Do you?

Jack sits down.

JACK
You tell me what you know and I’ll fill in the blanks.

INTERVIEWER
I’m running this interview Jack.

Jack looks at him.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
I’m not your enemy Jack, but I need to understand.

The Interviewer sorts his papers. Organising them in neat little piles without looking up…

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
That blood on your hands isn’t all yours is it?

Jack checks his hands rubbing at the old blood.

INTERVIEWER (CONT’D)
Jack you are already under investigation and facing bribery and corruption charges this…this behaviour…tonight… all of this… just adds to the mounting evidence against you. Talk to me and make me understand.

It’s a long while before Jack answers.

JACK
You ain’t asking the right question.

INTERVIEWER
Sorry. What was that?

JACK
I said you’re not asking the right question.

INTERVIEWER
Ok Jack tell me… what’s the right question.

JACK
What happened is irrelevant. We know what happened. There’s a trail of bodies and blood that tells you what happened. My fucking report tells you what happened. What I know. forensics will fill in the gaps. Nah… You don’t want to know what happened… so don’t fucking ask what happened. The only question you should be asking… The only thing on you mind is not what happened tonight… its Why did this happen? Why?

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