INT. HALLWAY
A uniformed COP runs down the hallway in Thrombey's house
and bursts into the room where Blanc sits with Greatnana.
99.
COP
Mr. Blanc, a call from Lieutenant
Elliott - you need to get down to the
medical examiners office right now.
Blanc stands, smelling something big, nods a goodbye to the
still silent Greatnana and rushes out with the cop.
A moment after he's left, Greatnana slowly raises a finger
as if to say "wait."
A long beat.
Then Blanc runs back into the room and goes to her, puts his
ear to her mouth. She whispers something to him. He takes
the info with gravity. Then looks up at her.
BLANC
Thank you dear one.
He kisses her gently on the forehead. Then dashes out.
EXT. NORFOLK ROADS
Siren blazing, the cop car SPEEDS into town.
EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
The cop car pulls past an identifying sign into the parking
lot of a one story stand alone building, joining several
other cop cars, and fire trucks. Journalists kept at bay.
The building is a charred brick husk. Black smoke, debris.
It's been gutted with an explosion and a blazing fire.
Blanc steps out of the cop car and finds Lieutenant Elliott.
BLANC
What's the cheese?
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
Five AM, a break-in alarm was
triggered. Before we could even
respond neighbors reported the
flames. It went up quick, the whole
place is gutted. Blood stores,
records, all gone. No employees
around, thank god.
BLANC
Any surveillance cams?
100.
Elliott gestures wearily to the charred remains of a
security camera on the smoking shell of an awning.
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
And speaking of, the security tape
from the Thrombey residence was
scrambled. Somehow.
Blanc unsurprised. He motions back to the building.
BLANC
What was still pending from the
autopsy?
LIEUTENANT ELLIOTT
The report on the blood work.
BLANC
Blood work?
Blanc chews on this.
Across the street, Marta and Ransom pull up in her car.
INT. MARTA'S CAR
MARTA
Holy shit. Did - was this connected?
Ransom looks at her - yeah it's likely. They both
instinctively duck down in case the cops look over.
MARTA (cont'd)
Who would blow up a whole real
official building just to blackmail
me?
RANSOM
Someone who knows how much money
you're about to inherit.
(beat)
Do you know how much money you're
about to inherit?
MARTA
No. Oh god don't tell me.
RANSOM
(realizing)
Have you checked your emails this
morning?
101.
Marta looks stunned. She stabs at her phone, quick swipes.
MARTA
...nothing
RANSOM
Junk folder?
MARTA
Uh. Yeah.
She shows him an email from
[email protected]. No
subject line, simple text: 1209 Columbus Rd 10AM
Marta looks at Ransom, then at the clock on her dashboard -
9:32, then at the charred building.
EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
Blanc looks around, deep in thought. He spots Marta's car.
INT. MARTA'S CAR
Marta peeking up through the window.
Blanc sees her. She sees him. Ducks back down. Shit.
RANSOM
Marta. This means that the tox
report, the only thing that could
prove your guilt, exists as a paper
copy, in the possession of this
blackmailer. Who will be at this
address. In half an hour.
Blanc begins to walk straight towards Marta. Quickly and
with purpose. Shouts something, Lieutenant Elliott follows.
RANSOM (cont'd)
Marta. Did you hear me.
Marta peeks again - Blanc coming at them full speed. Twenty
paces from the car. Closing in fast.
MARTA
Yeah.
She sits up, throws the car in gear and FLOORS IT.
102.
EXT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE
Her subcompact PEELS OUT and buzzes off down the road.
Blanc, crestfallen, runs back towards the cop cars in the
parking lot, shouting at Elliott, who flags a cop.
INT. MARTA'S CAR
The whine of the engine, Ransom puts on his seat belt. In
the rear view, siren lights as cop cars pour out of the
parking lot in pursuit.
MARTA
You regret helping me yet?
RANSOM
I regret not taking the Porsche.
Her phone buzzes - Blanc calling. IGNORE.
EXT. NORFOLK ROADS
Marta buzzing down the road, cop cars a quarter mile back.
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