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FURTHER, AROUND A CURVE

Welles' car slows once it's out of sight, turns around,

moving back down the hill, slowly...

INT. WELLES' CAR -- CONTINUOUS

Welles turns out his headlights, coming around the curve

just far enough so the ramshackle house is in view. Welles

watches Eddie walk up the stairs to the house.

FADE TO BLACK:

INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie has a visitor. There's a pretty

GIRL, wearing a tube top, in a chair facing his desk.

Eddie's talking, gesticulating, smiling, cajoling.

Welles watches through binoculars.

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's still taking, stands, coming

around the desk and placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

The girl says something. Eddie responds. The woman shakes

her head, getting up to leave. Eddie seems to be asking her

to stay, following as she moves out of view. Eddie comes

back alone, sits at his desk, picks up the phone.

INT. ESPIONAGE SHOP -- DAY

Ultra high tech for sale. Welles examines items on the

sales counter as the SALESPERSON watches: a pair of sma1l,

round LISTENING DEVICES, a complicated RECEIVER/TAPE

RECORDER, and a TONE DECODER with LED window.

WELLES:

Okay, I'll take it all.

SALESPERSON:

Excellent. we accept MasterCard and

American Express.

WELLES:

Cash.

Welles takes out a thick wad, starts counting.

SALESPERSON:

Alright.

(at register)

May I have your phone number, area

code first?

WELLES:

No, you may not.

SALESPERSON:

Okay. Fine.

Welles lays the money on the counter. The salesperson takes

the money, recounting.

SALESPERSON:

I'm required by state law to inform

you that, while it's perfectly legal

for you to purchase these items, it

is illegal for you to use them for

any sort of...

WELLES:

Yeah, I know the spiel. If you

could bag it, I'll be on my way,

thank you.

SALESPERSON:

Certainly, sir.

The salesperson starts punching keys on the register.

EXT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING -- NIGHT

The blue building sits completely dark.

INT. WILSHIRE OFFICE BUILDING, 8TH FLOOR HALL -- NIGHT

Welles comes quietly out from the stairwell, wears gloves.

He moves down the hall to the door of "Celebrity Films Inc."

He kneels, begins using LOCK-PICKING TOOLS on the door.

INT. CELEBRITY FILMS OFFICE -- NIGHT

Welles enters, shuts the door and locks it. He takes out

his penlight. There are POSTERS for cheap PORN FILMS on the

wall that we couldn't see through binoculars. Titles like

"Sex Doctor," "Deep Ass," and "Penal Colony."

There a two FILE CABINETS. Welles pulls a few drawers,

finds them locked. VIDEO CASSETTES are everywhere, on the

cabinets, on shelves, piled high on the floor.

Welles goes to Eddie's desk, looking in drawers. One drawer

is full of X-RATED MAGAZINES. Another's stuffed with

paperwork, call sheets, contracts.

Welles picks up Eddie's phone, unscrews the earpiece. He

takes the small, round LISTENING DEVICE from his pocket,

peels off backing to expose adhesive. He attaches the

listening device inside the phone, puts it back together.

Welles moves towards the door, sweeps the room with the

penlight. He stops at the file cabinets, takes his lock-

picking tools out, begins working on one file's lock.

He turns the lock, opens a file drawer. Empty. He opens

another. Inside: piles of CHILD PORNOGRAPHY.

Welles clenches his jaw.

Faces of children. Shirtless boys. Girls in pigtails.

INT. ADJACENT OFFICE -- DAY

Welles' RECEIVER/TAPE RECORDER'S set up by the window,

recording, with the TONE DECODER plugged into it. Welles

LISTENS through HEADPHONE, looking through binoculars.

EDDIE (V.O.)

(through headphones)

... half a dozen. This is good

stuff, Jimbo...

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's at his desk, on the PHONE...

EDDIE (V.O.)

You know how my tapes sell. People

eat this stuff up.

MALE VOICE (V.O.)

(from phone)

I had three jerkoffs trying to

return your tapes last month. Do

you know how bad a skin flick has to

be for some jackass to come back

into my place with a f***ing receipt,

and try to f***ing return it?

EDDIE (V.O.)

Maybe there's something wrong with

the scumbag customers coming into

your place, ever think of that?

MALE VOICE (V.O.)

The only thing wrong is the cheap,

softcore crap you're peddling,

Eddie. Where do you get this stuff?

EDDIE (V.O.)

Look, you cocksucker...

MALE VOICE (V.O.)

Get together some upscale product

where the girls still have teeth in

their head. Till then, f*** you.

EDDIE (V.O.)

F*** you!

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie slams down the phone. He CANNOT

BE HEARD any longer. He's cursing, shuffling paperwork.

Welles takes off headphones, picks up his cellular phone.

He drinks soda, opens the phone, dials, nervous, then looks

back through the binoculars. He waits, clears his throat.

The PHONE'S RINGING... RINGING...

On the floor, the REELS of the tape recorder are TURNING...

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie answers the phone...

EDDIE (V.O.)

Celebrity Films.

WELLES (V.O.)

Eddie.

EDDIE (V.O.)

Yeah, who's this?

WELLES (V.O.)

I know what you did.

EDDIE (V.O.)

What?

WELLES (V.O.)

I know what you did.

EDDIE (V.O.)

Who is this.

WELLES (V.O.)

You murdered that girl, Eddie. Six

years ago...

EDDIE (V.O.)

What the f*** are you.. ?

WELLES (V.O.)

You killed that girl and you put it

on film. You and your pals, you're

f***ed. You f***ed up real good.

Welles hits disconnect, still looking through binoculars.

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie's slow to hang up the phone. He

stands, looking down at the phone, frozen. Finally, he runs

his hands through his hair, looks around the room, sits back

down. He gets out his bottle and pours himself a drink.

Welles watches through binoculars, puts headphones back on.

WELLES:

Come on, Eddie...

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie sits motionless.

WELLES (O.S.)

... come on...

THROUGH BINOCULARS: Eddie picks up the phone, DIALS a

NUMBER. We hear the PHONE RING in the HEADPHONES

MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)

(through headphones)

... Hello?

EDDIE (V.O.)

(through headphones)

Dino, it's Eddie... Eddie Poole...

DINO (V.O.)

What do you want?

EDDIE (V.O.)

I just got a call... two seconds

ago, some motherf***er called...

says he knows about the loop.

DINO (V.O.)

What are you talking about?

EDDIE (V.O.)

The loop! The girl we did, what the

f*** do you think I'm talking

about?! This guy calls and says he

knows about the f***ing loop...

DINO (V.O.)

Bullshit.

EDDIE (V.O.)

I'm telling you...

DINO (V.O.)

Blow me, you paranoid f***, that's

impossible. Why are you bothering

me with this... ?

EDDIE (V.O.)

Because somebody just f***ing called

me and f***ing laid it out!

DINO (V.O.)

There's nothing there, you brain-

dead c*nt. Think about it. There's

absolutely no way in this world to

connect us to anything. I want you

to hang the phone up, and if you

call me about this again I'm going

to send a friend of mine out there

and have him crack you open with a

f***ing rib spreader.

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