Ransom stares at Marta, his face a mask.
BLANC
Trooper Wagner, if you would keep Mr.
Drysdale in custody while Lieutenant
Elliott, Ms. Cabrera and myself go to
the hospital to take Fran's statement.
Ransom stands. Steps to Marta, who's frozen, looking in his
eyes. His poker face breaks. And he grins.
RANSOM
I want to say this just to you, not
to a courtroom of cameras, Just to
you because you know it's the truth:
we allowed you into our home. We
allowed you to take care of granddad,
to be part of our family and now you
think you can steal it from us? You
think I'm not going to fight for our
birthright, our home, our ancestral
family home?
BLANC
Harlan bought this house in the
eighties. From a Pakistani real
Estate baron.
RANSOM
Ok shut up Blanc, shut up! Shut up
with that Kentucky fried fog horn
rag-horn drawl. Yeah I killed Fran
but I guess I didn't, so what do you
have on me. Nothing
What? attempted murder –
(to Blanc)
I’ll get arson for the bombing, maybe a
few other charges, with a good lawyer
I'll be out before you know it.
Face to face, Ransom's face hateful, Marta's strong and set.
RANSOM (cont'd)
(to Marta)
And then you'll see just how much
hell I can wreak on your life, you
vicious little bitch.
But then... Marta's face starts to do things. Odd
[Link]. Her jaw clenches. Her cheeks bulge.
And the PROJECTILE VOMITS into Ransom's face.
RANSOM (cont'd)
AUGH! WHAT THE SHIT!
He falls back cursing, she drops to her knees, spitting.
Wagner, inappropriately excited:
TROOPER WAGNER
That means she was lying!
MARTA
That's right, Fran's dead.
(to Ransom)
And you just confessed to her murder.
Ransom takes this in. Then he smirks.
RANSOM
Well. In for a penny...
In one fluid motion he spins to the ornamental WALL OF KNIVES,
grabs one -
BLANC
No!
and TACKLES MARTA...
Time slows as Blanc and Elliott lunge to stop him but it's too
late.