This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "Dark Visitor" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       Muffled sounds of a FIGHT between a man and woman.  The
       woman's getting the crap slapped out of her, she cries out
       with every blow.  Furniture gets moved around.  A body hits
       the floor with a thump.

                                                           FADE IN:

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

       FISHER (30) surfaces from sleep, awakened by the noise. It's
       coming from through the wall.  He lies there and listens for
       a moment.

       The woman SCREAMS.  It's enough.  Fisher gets out of bed,
       dressed in tee shirt and boxers, and heads for the door.  He
       wrenches the door open and exits.

       INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Fisher stalks to his neighbor's door.  He doesn't knock, he
       just kicks it open, splitting the door frame, and goes right
       on in.

       INT. LINDA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

       Fisher finds a BIG GUY standing over LINDA (20s) who's on
       the floor, trying to push herself up.  Both are fully
       clothed.  Let's call the big guy GODZILLA -- we never do get
       to know his name.

       Godzilla turns in time to meet Fisher's angry fist.  The
       punch spins him around.  Fisher hits him again.  Godzilla
       falls down.

       Linda looks up at Fisher, dazed and hurt.  She isn't quite
       sure who he is but he isn't hurting her so that's good.
       Fisher looks down at her, sympathy in his expression -- but
       only for a moment.  Then he remembers Godzilla.

       Godzilla pushes himself up.  Fisher hits him.  And hits him.
       Every bone-shaking punch drives Godzilla away from Linda and
       out of the apartment.

       INT. STAIRWAY - NIGHT

       Fisher throws Godzilla downstairs.  Every time Godzilla
       tries to stand up, Fisher hits him again.  Godzilla's face
       is starting to look like pizza.

       EXT. FISHER'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

       The street's empty at this time of night.  Only a few lights
       show in the building.

       A pile of plastic garbage bags sits at the curb waiting for
       collection.

       Godzilla reels into frame, lands on the garbage bags.  He
       tries to get up.  Fisher makes sure he doesn't.  Fisher
       isn't angry, he's cold as ice, punishing the piece of shit
       for beating up a girl.

       A PATROL CAR draws up, lights flashing.  TWO COPS watch
       Fisher dispensing wild justice.  They switch off the lights.
       One of the cops leans out his window.

                           COP #1
                 Need any help, detective?

       Fisher lands a haymaker.  Godzilla goes down and stays down,
       bleeding all over the sidewalk.

                           FISHER
                 Just taking out some garbage.

       The cops accept this without comment, and drive away.

       INSERT:  Linda's apartment window.  Linda opens the blinds
       and looks down at what's happening below.

       Fisher closes his eyes, breathes the night air.

                           FISHER (CONT'D)
                 I ever see you again, I'll kill you.

       He turns his back on the garbage and goes back inside.

       INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Linda stands at her door, waiting for Fisher.  She holds a
       bag of frozen peas against her face.

                           LINDA
                 How come they didn't arrest you?

       Fisher gently pulls her hand away from her face and inspects
       the damage.  Not too bad.  He puts her hand (and the bag of
       frozen peas) back again.  She winces with the pain.

                           FISHER
                 You'll live.

                           LINDA
                 You're a cop, aren't you?

                           FISHER
                 You got something against cops?

                           LINDA
                 That depends on the cop.
                      (beat)
                 Thanks.

       She puts a wealth of feeling into the word.

                           FISHER
                 I just hate being woken up, that's all.

                           LINDA
                 I'm sorry.

                           FISHER
                 Don't be.  Not your fault.

       He looks at her split door frame.

                           FISHER (CONT'D)
                 Sorry I made a mess.

                           LINDA
                 Don't be.  Not your fault.  I'll get the
                 maintenance guy to fix it in the
                 morning.

                           FISHER
                 Morning's a long way away.
                             (beat)
                 I got a couch.  You're welcome to it.

                           LINDA
                 I bet you pick up lots of girls with
                 that line.

                           FISHER
                 All the time.  Who was he?  Husband,
                 boyfriend, or what?

                           LINDA
                 He was a mistake.  Forget about him.

                           FISHER
                 I got pillows and blankets, too.

       She considers the offer.  Well, her door lock is bust...

                           LINDA
                 Let me get a couple of things.

       She disappears inside.

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

       Fisher enters and turns on the lights.  Holds the door open
       for Linda.  She looks around.  It's surprisingly tidy.

       He closes and locks the door.  Shows her the key.

                           FISHER
                 You want out, here's the key.

       He introduces her to the couch.

                           FISHER (CONT'D)
                 It's not much to look at, but it's
                 comfortable, and it's clean.

       She puts her stuff down.  She brought her purse, a football
       shirt six sizes too big, her toothbrush and a travel bag.

                           LINDA
                 What about you?  Married, girlfriend, or
                 what?

                           FISHER
                 No one's going to wake you up in the
                 middle of the night and ask what the
                 hell you're doing here, if that's what
                 you mean.

                           LINDA
                 Just thought I'd ask.

       He fetches pillows and blankets.  Then points to the doors
       leading off the living room.

                           FISHER
                 Kitchen.  Bathroom.  Bedroom.  I usually
                 get up around seven.  I'll try not to
                 make too much noise.

                           LINDA
                 Don't worry about me, I'll be awake
                 anyway.  I promise I won't peek.  I'll
                 turn out the lights before I go to
                 sleep.

                           FISHER
                 Sure.  Goodnight.

       Fisher heads for the bedroom.

                           LINDA
                 I'm Linda.

       Fisher stops.  A "d'oh" moment.

                           FISHER
                 Fisher.

                           LINDA
                 You got a first name?

                           FISHER
                 I'd have to look it up.  Nobody ever
                 uses it.

                           LINDA
                 Thanks, Fisher.

       Fisher nods and exits to the bedroom.

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Fisher settles down again.  He places his gun on the bedside
       table, ready in case he needs it.  Then turns out the light.

       A beat.

       He turns the light back on.  Takes his backup gun and hides
       it under his pillow.  Turns the light out again.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

       Fisher opens the bedroom door and looks out.

       Linda's fast asleep on the couch, tucked up beneath the
       blankets.  She left the lights on all night.

       Fisher tip-toes to the bathroom for his shower.

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY

       Fisher buries his head under the hot shower spray.

       The bathroom door opens.

       Fisher can't see anything through the fogged shower screen,
       but he senses the movement.  His hand snakes up and draws a
       huge KILLING KNIFE from a sheath hanging from the rail.
       Some people have soap on a rope, Fisher is more practical.

       He opens the screen.  Linda sits on the john having a pee,
       with her too-big football shirt hitched up to her waist.

                           LINDA
                 Don't mind me.

       Fisher shuts the screen, returns the knife to its sheath and
       continues with his shower.  By the time he's finished and
       shuts off the water, Linda's gone.

       INT. FISHER'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

       Fisher and Linda are fully dressed.  She's gathered up her
       stuff and is leaving.

                           LINDA
                 Nice couch.

                           FISHER
                 It's yours any time you need it.

                           LINDA
                 Maybe you'll let me cook dinner for you
                 tonight?  My way of saying thanks.

                           FISHER
                 Dinner sounds good.

       He unlocks the door.  Gestures for Linda to wait a moment.

       INT.  HALLWAY - DAY

       Fisher goes to Linda's door.  Opens it with his foot.  Steps
       inside, drawing his gun.

       INT. LINDA'S APARTMENT - VARIOUS - DAY

       Fisher checks the apartment out.  Nobody's there.

       INT.  HALLWAY - DAY

       Fisher escorts Linda to her door.

                           LINDA
                 I always wanted my personal guardian
                 angel.

                           FISHER
                 I'm not always here.  Sometimes I work
                 nights.

                           LINDA
                 Then I guess I'll have to get a heavier
                 chain.  So, dinner... is seven okay for
                 you?

                           FISHER
                 Seven's fine.  Gives me time to have a
                 shower and freshen up.

       Linda runs her fingers lightly over his jaw.

                           LINDA
                 Don't freshen up too much.

       She gives him a sassy smile and exits into her apartment.
       The door swings shut, cutting off our view.

       Fisher smiles and heads for the stairs.  Duty calls.

       EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       Fort Apache.  Cop cars and activity outside.

       INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - FISHER'S OFFICE - DAY

       Fisher arrives with a coffee and finds a pile of reports
       stacked on his desk.

       He backs up and talks to LAWRENCE (30s) his sometimes
       partner, at an adjoining desk.  They share the office.

                           FISHER
                 Who left this on my desk?

                           LAWRENCE
                 Wasn't me.

                           FISHER
                 If I thought it was you, I'd shoot you.
                 I'm not touching them.  Someone better
                 move them the hell off my desk.

                           LAWRENCE
                 It's your turn.

                           FISHER
                 Screw you.  It was my turn last...

       He thinks.  Maybe it is his turn.

                           FISHER (CONT'D)
                 Ah, shit.

                           LAWRENCE
                 Take your medicine like a man.

                           FISHER
                 Yeah, yeah.

       He sits down at his desk... stares at the pile of reports...
       takes the first report off the pile.

       The cover reads, "HOMICIDE - UNSOLVED - HISTORICAL."

       He opens the report.

       There's a photograph of a dead man paperclipped to the
       report.  It's Godzilla, the big guy Fisher beat up last
       night.  Maybe taken by a mortuary attendant, from above
       looking down.

       Fisher sprays his coffee everywhere.

                           LAWRENCE
                 What the hell's wrong with you?

       Fisher flips through the report while he wipes up the coffee
       with a napkin.

                           FISHER
                 This is all screwed up.

       He picks up his phone and dials a number.

       INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - PARTON'S OFFICE - DAY

       Detective PARTON, 50s, picks up his ringing phone.

                           PARTON
                 Parton.  Shoot me.

       INTERCUT between Fisher and Parton.

                           FISHER
                 Al, it's Fisher.  Got a question for
                 you.  Unsolved John Doe.  Your name's on
                 the report.  Bradley and 57th.  Ring any
                 bells?

                           PARTON
                 How come it's with you?

                           FISHER
                 My turn for the History files.  It was
                 top of the pile.

                           PARTON
                 There's been a mistake.  Check the date.

       Fisher flips a sheet over.

                           FISHER
                 Ah, crap.  This is current.

                           PARTON
                 You're damn right.

                           FISHER
                 How'd it get into the Histories?

                           PARTON
                 Ask the filing clerk.  It should have
                 gone to Central Records.  We issued an
                 all-agency info request for the Doe.
                 Still waiting for an answer.

                           FISHER
                 You know anything about the guy?

                           PARTON
                 Just what you see.  Body was found in an
                 alley off 57th.  Looks like a bullet to
                 the head.  No ballistics at the scene.
                 He might have been shot somewhere else
                 and dumped.  That's it.

                           FISHER
                 Okay.  Just one more thing.  When was it
                 reported?

                           PARTON
                 Yesterday.

                           FISHER
                 I see that.  What time, exactly?

                           PARTON
                 It's all in the report.  Somebody called
                 it in around four-thirty, we got there
                 after five.

                           FISHER
                 That's a sub-standard response time.

                           PARTON
                 If they're still alive, we drive faster.
                 The dead can wait.

                           FISHER
                 Thanks, Al.

                           PARTON
                 Any time.  Don't lose that report, I'm
                 not typing it up again.

       They hang up.

       INTERCUT ends.  Stay with Fisher.

                           LAWRENCE
                 What have you got?

                           FISHER
                 Mix-up with some files, that's all.

       But Fisher keeps reading.  He keeps looking at the
       photograph.  Yeah it's the same guy, no doubt about it.

       EXT. CITY MORGUE - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       A sign and maybe a Coroner's van tell us where we are.

       INT. CITY MORGUE - EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY

       Fisher meets DOYLE, a ghoul in a white lab coat.

                           DOYLE
                 Detective Fisher.  To what do we owe
                 this honor?

                           FISHER
                 I'm interested in a John Doe that
                 touched down maybe around six yesterday
                 evening.

                           DOYLE
                 I think I know the one you mean.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       Doyle pulls open a body drawer, revealing the John Doe.
       Sure enough, it's Godzilla.  But his face doesn't bear any
       signs of the injuries Fisher inflicted.

                           DOYLE
                 Interesting case.  Crime Scenes and our
                 city's finest failed to notice something
                 unusual about the victim.

                           FISHER
                 What's that?

                           DOYLE
                 Check his head.

       Fisher examines the back of the dead guy's head, and REACTS.

                           FISHER
                 Jesus!

                           DOYLE
                 As you can see, the back of his skull is
                 missing.  Couldn't have been a bullet,
                 it's too clean.  Surgical, in fact.  His
                 hair flopped down to cover the hole.
                 And it's a damned big hole.  Diameter's
                 approximately 4 inches.

                           FISHER
                 Where's his brain?

                           DOYLE
                 See, you spotted it right away.  That's
                 why you're a detective.

                           FISHER
                 Stop screwing around.  What did you
                 find?

                           DOYLE
                 You think we removed the brain and have
                 it under a microscope?
                      (shakes his head)
                 This is the way he came in.  Missing his
                 gray matter.

                           FISHER
                 Could some animal have snacked on him
                 while he was lying in the alley?

                           DOYLE
                 The rest of the scalp hasn't been chewed
                 and there's no sign of teeth or claw
                 damage elsewhere.  Nice theory, but
                 nothing suggests animals were involved.
                      (beat)
                 No, you're looking for a mad scientist.
                 A mad scientist who owns a castle.
                 Check out his secret laboratory, that's
                 where you'll find his brain collection.
                 Take plenty of backup, villagers with
                 pitchforks and torches.  Don't go in
                 alone.

                           FISHER
                 What did Parton say?

                           DOYLE
                 Not much.  He shrugged.

                           FISHER
                 Figures.  Who'd want a human brain?

                           DOYLE
                 You find all kinds of fetishists on the
                 Internet.  Doesn't it warm your heart
                 that some horny bitch is probably
                 getting off on rubbing this guy's goo
                 all over her naked body?

                           FISHER
                 Stop it, you're turning me on.
                      (beat)
                 Does a brain have any market value?

                           DOYLE
                 Not really.  Medical research
                 departments receive a steady supply of
                 cadavers.  Families who don't have a lot
                 of money want to save on funeral costs.

                           FISHER
                 What happens to this guy if nobody
                 claims the body?

                           DOYLE
                 We have this place nobody knows about,
                 next door to a sausage factory.  That's
                 all I can say.

       Fisher shakes his head and turns to leave.

                           DOYLE (CONT'D)
                 Something that might interest you.

       Doyle fishes inside his coat pocket and offers Fisher a key
       with a label attached to it.

                           FISHER
                 I'm flattered, really I am, but I prefer
                 girls.

                           DOYLE
                 Found it inside his left shoe.

       Fisher takes the key and examines it.

       The label reads "214 Bellmont Apartments"

                           FISHER
                 Who needs to write their address on
                 their key?

                           DOYLE
                 I had this professor at medical school.
                 He had to write his name on all his
                 stuff just so he'd remember who he was.
                 Pretty good with Latin verbs, though.

                           FISHER
                 Thanks, Doyle.

       Fisher heads for the exit.

                           DOYLE
                 We're all part of the same big team.
                 Or, it helps to know we're sleeping
                 underneath the same big sky.  I forget
                 which.

       EXT. BELLMONT APARTMENTS - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       A midtown apartment block.

       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE APARTMENT 214 - DAY

       Fisher finds Apartment 214.  There's nothing on the door
       that might suggest who lives here, just the number.  He
       slips the key into the lock.  It fits.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - HALLWAY - DAY

       Fisher opens the door and steps inside.  Listens for noise,
       voices, anything.  He closes the door, leaving it ajar just
       an inch.  He creeps along the hallway, exploring.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - BEDROOM - DAY

       Empty.  Bed isn't made up, it's just a bare mattress.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - BATHROOM - DAY

       Empty.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - KITCHEN - DAY

       Empty.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - LIVING ROOM - DAY

       Fisher stands looking around.  Nothing to see.  If someone
       has been living here they've left no clothes, magazines,
       personal items.

       He turns around and BAM!  Godzilla hits him!  Fisher does
       down, caught off guard and shocked by the sight of a dead
       man walking.

       This version of Godzilla bears the injuries Fisher inflicted
       last night, unlike the version we saw in the morgue.

       Godzilla kicks Fisher in the guts.  Fisher gasps for breath
       and tries to crawl away.  Godzilla kicks him again, this
       time in the head.

       FISHER'S POV:  the room spins and blurs.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       When he regains his wits, Godzilla has turned him over onto
       his stomach and is kneeling behind Fisher like he intends to
       screw him.  Fisher experiences a horror unlike any he's ever
       known before!

       Fisher struggles but it's no good, Godzilla pins him down,
       putting his full weight on Fisher's ass.

       We see (but Fisher doesn't) that Godzilla has a "camera"
       type instrument with a pistol grip and a "lens" that looks
       like a mini radar dish.  Godzilla points this at the back of
       Fisher's head.

       Fisher, convinced he's about to be butt-fucked, struggles
       until he reaches his backup gun, strapped to his ankle.  He
       hasn't got time to aim -- he just squeezes the trigger.
       BANG!  His bullet rips through Godzilla's foot!

       Godzilla falls off him, dropping the camera.  Fisher rolls
       over and tries to take aim but Godzilla grabs a chair and
       throws it at him, stunning Fisher and knocking his gun away.

       Godzilla limps to the door at top speed and exits, leaving a
       trail of bloodstains.

       A beat.

       Fisher recovers slowly and painfully.  He pushes himself up.
       Discovers he's alone.  He picks up his gun and stumbles to
       the hallway.

       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE APARTMENT 214 - DAY

       Fisher opens the door, looks outside.  There's no sign of
       Godzilla.

       INT. APARTMENT 214 - LIVING ROOM - DAY

       He comes back into the living room and sees the "camera"
       lying on the floor.  He picks it up.  Wonders what the heck
       it is.

       Something snaps open at the back and a set of X-ray photos
       (like 6x6 developed photographic negatives) tumble out and
       fall to the floor.

       Fisher picks a couple of the X-rays up and holds them up to
       the light.

       FISHER'S POV:  the X-rays look like human heads, viewed from
       behind, with neck vertebrae clearly visible.

       The camera and the X-rays puzzle him greatly.  Fisher takes
       them with him as he exits from the apartment.

       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE APARTMENT 214 - DAY

       Fisher looks around as he closes and locks the door.  Still
       no sign of Godzilla.

       EXT. BELLMONT APARTMENTS - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       A parting shot, so we'll recognize the place when we come
       back here later.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       Later in the day.

       INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - FISHER'S OFFICE - DAY

       Lawrence looks up from his paperwork as Fisher comes in.

                           LAWRENCE
                 You been having fun?

                           FISHER
                 You might say.

                           LAWRENCE
                 Lieutenant's been asking about you.

       Fisher puts the "camera" down on his desk.  Lawrence looks
       at it curiously.

                           FISHER
                 Who's that guy works in the crime lab?

                           LAWRENCE
                 Which one?

                           FISHER
                 The geek.

                           LAWRENCE
                 That would be Freddy.

       Fisher picks up his phone and dials.

       INT. CRIME LAB - DAY

       FREDDY (20s) is indeed a geek, surrounded by lab equipment.

       He examines the "camera" with interest.

                           FREDDY
                 What is it?

                           FISHER
                 I was hoping you could tell me.

                           FREDDY
                 Never seen anything like it before.
                 Where'd you get it?

                           FISHER
                 The FBI issues them to agents.

       Freddy doesn't know if he's serious or not.

                           FREDDY
                 What do you want me to do with it?

                           FISHER
                 Find out who makes it and who they might
                 have sold it to.  It looks like it could
                 be some kind of specialist rig.  Here's
                 what fell out of it.

       He shows Freddy the X-rays.

                           FREDDY
                 This is a joke, right?

                           FISHER
                 You hear me laughing?

                           FREDDY
                 Only thing that could produce plates
                 like this is an X-ray machine.  They
                 don't make 'em this small.

       Fisher returns the X-rays to his pocket.

                           FISHER
                 Who's arguing?  Look, all I want you to
                 do is check it out.  See if you can find
                 a company name and a serial number.  And
                 ask them what it's supposed to do.

                           FREDDY
                 What's in it for me?

                           FISHER
                 A free pass.

                           FREDDY
                 Meaning?

                           FISHER
                 You ever get pulled over for speeding,
                 tell them to call me.  I'll confirm
                 you're working for me on a special
                 assignment.

                           FREDDY
                 Only speeding?

                           FISHER
                 I draw the line at drug dealing, armed
                 robbery and homicide.  Everything else
                 is negotiable.  Just think how impressed
                 your girlfriend will be.

                           FREDDY
                 I don't have a girlfriend.

                           FISHER
                 This kind of thing could get you one.

                           FREDDY
                 Count me in.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       A busy medical center.

       INT. HOSPITAL - INFORMATION DESK - DAY

       Fisher talks to a FEMALE DOCTOR.  He shows her the photo we
       saw in the file report, of Godzilla as taken by a mortuary
       attendant.

                           DOCTOR
                 He looks dead.

                           FISHER
                 This is just a likeness.

                           DOCTOR
                 You said you shot him in the foot.  Did
                 he do something to annoy you?

                           FISHER
                 I wouldn't have shot him otherwise.

                           DOCTOR
                 No one came in today with a bullet in
                 the foot.  I'd remember that.  And I'd
                 remember him.  He looks like he needs an
                 embalmer, not a doctor.

                           FISHER
                 If he shows up...

       He gives her his card.  She slips it into a pocket.

                           DOCTOR
                 I'll treasure it always.

       Fisher shows her one of the X-rays.

                           FISHER
                 You seen anything like this before?

                           DOCTOR
                 Where'd you get it?

                           FISHER
                 Long story.

                           DOCTOR
                 I don't usually see them this small.
                 Good quality.  The indexing on the frame
                 is unusual.

                           FISHER
                 You've got X-ray machines, right?

                           DOCTOR
                 Nothing that would produce this.

                           FISHER
                 Any ideas where might I find something
                 that would?

       She gives him back the X-ray.

                           DOCTOR
                 Sorry, I just use 'em, I don't make 'em.

                           FISHER
                 Thanks for your time.

       EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY (ESTABLISH)

       Later in the day.

       INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - FISHER'S OFFICE - DAY

       Fisher returns to his office to find Lieutenant HOLLAND
       waiting for him.  Holland's been talking to Lawrence.

                           HOLLAND
                 A moment of your valuable time?

                           FISHER
                 Absolutely.

       Lawrence gives Fisher a warning look as he follows Holland
       out.

       INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - HOLLAND'S OFFICE - DAY

                           HOLLAND
                 You've been busy doing what?

                           FISHER
                 This is hard to explain.

                           HOLLAND
                 I always have time for you, Fisher.

       Fisher slides Godzilla's photo (from the homicide report)
       across the desk.  Holland looks at the photo.

                           HOLLAND (CONT'D)
                 I think I saw this guy on "Six Feet
                 Under."

                           FISHER
                 Last night I got woken up by a
                 disturbance in my neighbor's apartment.
                 When I got there, her boyfriend was
                 beating seven kinds of shit out of her.

                           HOLLAND
                 Did you arrest him?

                           FISHER
                 Not knowing the circumstances, I didn't
                 want to place more strain upon their
                 relationship than was necessary.  I
                 asked him to leave instead.

                           HOLLAND
                 Politely, of course.

                           FISHER
                 I didn't even raise my voice.

       Fisher taps the photo.

                           FISHER (CONT'D)
                 This is him.  The mug shot was taken
                 before last night.  Coroner says John
                 Doe checked in yesterday evening.  He
                 was dead hours before he woke me up.

                           HOLLAND
                 Could it be a twin brother?

                           FISHER
                 That's what I'm thinking, because this
                 afternoon, when I went to his apartment,
                 the same guy jumped me.

                           HOLLAND
                 What did you do?

                           FISHER
                 I shot him.  Didn't have a choice.

                           HOLLAND
                 He's dead?

                           FISHER
                 No, but he won't be tap-dancing for a
                 while.  The hospitals say no gunshot
                 wounds to the foot reported yet.
                 They'll call me if he shows up.

                           HOLLAND
                 Were you going to tell me about this?

                           FISHER
                 I was just about to.

                           HOLLAND
                 Uh-huh.  What's your next move?

                           FISHER
                 Unless one of the hospital treatment
                 rooms calls, I don't have a next move.

                           HOLLAND
                 If anything happens, let me know.  In
                 the meantime...

                           FISHER
                 I'm at my desk like a good little pencil
                 pusher.

                           HOLLAND
                 I'll staple you to your chair if I have
                 to.

                           FISHER
                 It might come to that.

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