SCENE 3,
MASON
TITLE CARD:
MASON
INT. LLOYD’s HOUSE
Music Track: Bang, Bang –- Nancy Sinatra
MASON sat there. Full concentration. Mind flowing
somewhere else. The music played in the distance. Sit there for approximately 1 min.
NICK:
(O.S.)
Mason.
(A beat)
Mason. Listen. Um. I’m sorry.
MASON looked up at, the unseen, NICK. Dried tears were draped down his cheeks. He didn’t seem like the kind of man that could cry easily. He just looked at NICK.
NICK:
(O.S.)
I know sorry doesn’t cover what
has happened. I know. Except-
I’ve got nothin’ else to say.
More silence from MASON. The music kept playing. NICK exhaled his held, breath.
NICK:
(O.S.)
It’s just...
(A beat)
There’s nothin’ else. You know?
I did my job. I followed. I spied.
I tried callin’.
(A beat)
I did my job.
MASON looked at him. His facial expression grew angry. NICK had said the wrong thing.
MASON:
(Angry)
You did your job?
(A beat)
You called me? You followed, whoever,
did this? You spied on who it was?
(A beat)
Except, guess what, Nick.
(A beat)
The guy who you were trailing.
The guy you were spying on.
The guy who killed my son isn’t
here in handcuffs. No. Why?
(A beat)
It wasn’t rhetorical. Why?
NICK knew it wasn’t rhetorical. He knew damn well.
NICK:
(O.S.)
He got free.
MASON:
Did he get free, or did you let
him go free?
A beat.
NICK:
(O.S.)
I let him go.
A beat. MASON sighed. He stood up and got close to NICK SPRINT’s face. Inches.
MASON:
You let the man who killed my
son, the man whom we’ve been
tracking, go free?
(A beat)
Why? Once again - not rhetorical.
NICK looked away. There was no way he could look MASON in the eye. He glared at the carpet.
MASON:
(Angry)
Answer me, Ashley!
NICK looked at MASON angrily. Hew confidence sparked into him.
NICK:
(Through clenched teeth)
Ashley, is not a name I go by.
MASON:
Really? Well, Nick just doesn’t
seem to suit me.
NICK:
Mason. I know what happened must’ve
sucked. Actually I wouldn’t know.
I’ve never had a kid. Except I can
imagine the pain you’re goin’
through. Trust me.
(A beat)
But whatever you must be feelin’.
The feelin’ that’s boilin’, has
gotta be redirected somewhere else.
Because honestly... I did my fuckin
job. Your not my boss. I’ve
explained why I did what I’ve done to
the proper people.
(A beat)
Your not one of them. So do me a
favor - Skip the whole ‘It’s your
fault routine,’ will ya?
(A beat)
I didn’t pull the fucking trigger.
MASON was silent. NICK had him pinned and he knew it.
MASON:
(Calmed)
That doesn’t answer my question.
NICK looked off. Trying to ignore MASON’s watery eyes.
NICK:
(Looking back)
Why? Why is Willy McKaye free?
MASON was silent.
NICK:
He’s free because I let him go free.
(A beat)
Next your question is probably
why did I let him go.
(A beat)
I let him go to keep the cover.
To insure that he didn’t grow
suspicious.
A beat. MASON grew angry again.
MASON:
To keep the cover? Tell me, Nick,
when do you intend on showing your
true colors?
(A beat)
True you did a good job to keep
your cover. Except it cost me my
son’s life.
NICK scoffed. He started to walk off.
MASON: (o.s.)
Where the fuck do you think you’re
going?
NICK stopped. He turned to face MASON. He walked back to become face to face with him.
NICK:
You honestly think that I’m gonna
stand here and let you make a fool
of me?
(A beat)
I’m goin’ home.
He began to walk off again.
MASON:
NICK!
A beat.
NICK: (o.s.)
What?
MASON:
You don’t have your car.
(A beat)
Give me a minute and I’ll
give you a lift.
MASON stood in frame and waited for NICK to answer. A long pause.
NICK:
(Slowly)
Yea. Sure.
(A beat)
I’ll be outside.
MASON sighed. Sat back down and picked the corners of his eyes. Once again he sat there for a better part of ninety seconds. The music swaying.
The music ends.
CRAZY MITCH:
(Radio; O.S.)
Alright, 103.4, it’s time for
our first caller.
(A beat)
OK. You’re on the air. What’s
your name?
A figure arrived at the door way of the spare bedroom.
CRAZY MITCH:
(Radio; O.S.)
Alrighty, we have Greg on the
phone. Tell us Greg, where you
CRAZY MITCH: (contd.)
(Radio; O.S.)
from?
The figure in the background walked up to MASON. Placed his hand on his shoulder. MASON just sat there, eyes closed.
JEREMY:
(O.S.)
Mason.
(A beat)
We need to talk.
CRAZY MITCH:
(Radio; O.S.)
Clarksburg. My neck of the
woods.
MASON opened his eyes. Cocked his head to look over the railing.
MASON:
(Ordering)
Will someone turn that off?
EXTRA # 1:
(O.S.)
Can’t!
(A beat)
Evidence!
MASON sighed. Unrelieved that the man said ‘no’.
JEREMY:
(Bossing)
Turn the damn thing off now!
The radio stopped. It no longer played throughout the house. Silence! Nothing is heard.
JEREMY:
(Kindly)
Can we talk?
MASON:
(Worn out; Giving in)
Why not? Where ya wanna talk?
A beat.
JEREMY:
I was hopin’ somewhere a lil’
more private.
(A beat)
But I’m leavin the choice up
to you.
MASON:
(Uncaring)
Is - Is, um, the subject - Would
it have anything to do with the
fact that the victim and I - share
the same last name?
JEREMY was silent. MASON looked up. REVEAL JEREMY’S face. He looked wide-awake. Expecting all this. Used to the crime-drama that happens in his life.
JEREMY:
(Nodding)
Yea. It could have something to
do with that.
MASON was silent. He rubbed his facial hair, as to wipe off something. He stood up. About the same height as JEREMY.
MASON:
Yea, lets talk more private.
He started to walk toward the bathroom.
–- cut –-
MASON entered the bathroom. It was trashed. Toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper, and other bathroom accessories were strung all over the place.
MASON pulled out a pencil and began to move things; examining.
MASON:
(Slowly)
Alright.... So whattya wanna know?
He crouched down and picked up the toothbrush smelling it.
JEREMY:
(O.S.)
Well, I just got off the phone
with Dickinson.
(A beat; MASON stood up and
walked over to another strung -
piece of evidence)
What he had to tell me was, uh -
He paused. Trying to think of a way to word his next sentence. MASON stood up and walked towards the sink.
MASON:
(Picking the gun out)
What’s this?
JEREMY paused. Looked at the gun.
JEREMY:
(Shrugging)
Evidence.
(MASON allowed the gun
to slide back into the sink;
Walked back to floor)
So...
(A beat)
Bruce told me the victim’s name.
MASON began to examine the upside down, heroin kit. He used his pencil to flip it over.
JEREMY:
I guess what I’m tryin’ to say
is - more like ask, is... Did
you and the victim have any
relations?
MASON pulled the picture of AMY out from the upside down kit. He stood up, straightening his pants, he faced JEREMY.
MASON:
(Ignoring the question)
Who is this?
This question took JEREMY by surprise.
JEREMY:
Uh. I don’t know. There is an
identical picture of her down-
stairs.
MASON looked at the picture. Frowned.
JEREMY:
Corner said he was looking at
the photograph when - - when it
happened.
MASON smirked. He slipped the picture inside his pocket. He faced JEREMY. He seemed renewed.
MASON:
(Calm)
What were you saying?
JEREMY was taken back by MASON’s apparent change.
JEREMY:
(Slowly)
Um. Uh. Bruce Dickinson called.
MASON nodded in understanding.
MASON:
Yea, yea, I suppose he looked
at Lloyd’s file.
JEREMY was silent. He shook his head: “YES.”
MASON:
(Silently)
Yea. To answer your question. Yes.
JEREMY nodded.
JEREMY:
(Handing over a file)
This is all the information we
could get from the informant
department.
MASON accepted the file.
JEREMY:
(Leaning on door sill)
Based on what went down here...
That file has alotta information.
(A beat)
Just take a look at it. Mull things
over.
MASON opened the file and glared at it.
JEREMY:
Go home. Come back whenever you
think you’re ready.
MASON looked at JEREMY. Snapped the file shut. Placed it under his arm.
MASON:
(Silently)
Thanks.
No more was said. MASON walked past JEREMY. He walked downstairs. FOLLOW him. He reached the screen door.
EXT. LLOYD’S HOME
MASON stepped out on the porch. NICK was leaning against the wall. He straightened up whenever MASON arrived.
NICK:
(Friendly)
What took so long?
MASON continued to walk. He didn’t say anything. He simply just entered his vehicle. Ignored NICK’s look, whom too entered the car.
MASON started up the car. The radio was on:
MUSIC TRACK: It’s So Easy –- Willy Deville
MASON turned down the music to almost nothing. He reversed the car and began to drive.
NICK:
(Slowly)
I assume - - You want to know
exactly what happened?
MASON didn’t answer immediately. He just drove. Ignored everything NICK did.
NICK:
I mean, cuz if you ain’t gonna
talk than the rides pointless.
MASON:
Cuz? Nick you’re not on the job.
Use real, respectable-civilian
language. Because. Try it.
(A beat)
And yes. I wanna know exactly
what the fuck happened. . . .
So enlighten me.
Now it was NICK’s turn
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Added on: 08/12/2007 20:49:35
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