INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – UNKNOWN
Dulinski steps in, his presence reasserting control. He sits down and opens the folder with deliberate movements, taking his time. He pulls out a photo from the folder and holds it up, his voice chillingly calm.
DULINSKI
(somber, yet forceful)
She’s only 14. Did you kill her?
CROW
I don’t think I like you much, Detective.
DULINSKI
Right. There are propositions here, of course. You come out clean and receive…
CROW
(interrupts, a smirk curling his lips)
I never killed a single person. Believe me, if I started, there would be none of you left.
DULINSKI
You let others do your dirty work.
Crow shifts his eyes downward to the table. His silence feels like a verdict.
DULINSKI
(leaning in, pressing)
Is she even still alive?
No response. The room is suffocating now, the ticking clock on the wall deafening in its regularity. Dulinski’s frustration simmers just beneath the surface.
DULINSKI
I’ve taken the liberty of connecting your disposition.
(pause)
Your hearsay will be admissible.
Crow remains silent, his gaze unwavering.
DULINSKI
This isn’t a game.
(pause, softer)
You remember what it was like to be 14? The safety of home? Parents tucking you in at night? She’s a child.
Crow continues to look down. His expression remains unreadable.
DULINSKI
Fine, we can do this all night.
Dulinski leans back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Crow. The tension in the room rises. The ticking of the clock fills the space, heightening the discomfort. Dulinski’s leg fidgets impatiently. Barlowe shifts his gaze down toward the table, lost in thought.
DULINSKI
(quietly, almost to himself)
What do you…
CROW
(cutting him off, dry)
Be a perfect peach, detective, and fetch me something to drink. The house serves sewer water.
Dulinski stares at Crow for a moment, his jaw tightening.
DULINSKI
(through clenched teeth)
Fine. Get him something to drink, Barlowe.
CROW
(disappointed, almost mocking)
Oh no, no. That’s tasteless, Dulinski. Why do you pawn your duties?
Dulinski’s chair scrapes violently as he stands, his frustration barely contained. He storms out.
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