Enemy of the State Page #12

SAL:

I'm sorry. I'm not sure I understand.

You wanna f***in' what?

DEAN:

I'd like to speak to someone about

what's happening to me.

FRANKIE:

(to SAL)

What'd this guy say his name was?

SAL:

This is Bobby Dean, the Jew lawyer

who squeezed DePinto.

DEAN:

Actually, that's not true.

SAL:

You didn't squeeze DePinto?

DEAN:

No, I meant I'm Presbyterian.

SAL:

Oh.

DEAN:

My wife's Jewish. But that probably

doesn't matter right now.

FRANKIE:

What is it you want?

DEAN:

Someone's trying to destroy my life,

and I'd like to find out who.

SAL:

And then what?

DEAN:

I'll see if I can, you know, work

things out.

FRANKIE:

Well we'd sure like to help you.

DEAN:

You would?

FRANKIE:

Yes. But we can't.

DEAN:

Why not?

FRANKIE:

Because we, and our associates,

have paid out hundreds of thousands

of dollars to shyster lawyers like

you, because of shyster lawyers

like you, and we'd just as soon sit

back and sip a beer while you get

ass-banged by as many people as

possible.

EXT. STATELY OLD BUILDING - DAY

Establishing. A sign reads:

The Audobon Society - National Headuarters

WOMAN'S VOICE (V.O.)

He shot wildlife footage--

INT. AUDOBON HEADQUARTERS/EDITING BAY - CONTINUOUS

MEG BURTON sits near an editing machine as two EDITORS

review endless amounts of bird footage. DEAN sits next

to her.

DEAN:

I know, but--

MEG:

Wildlife footage, for God's sake. I

don't see how he could've slipped

you something that the FBI would be

interested in.

DEAN:

That's my point.

MEG:

What's your point.

DEAN:

Well, I need to find out as much

about Daniel as possible.

MEG:

Why?

DEAN:

Because my life is being ruined.

MEG:

Daniel's life is already ruined.

Maybe if you guys stopped thinking

about yourselves for a change and--

EXT. THE GANG-PLANK BAR - DAY

Establishing. The Baltimore water front. A crusty bar

overlooking the bay.

INT. BAR - CONTINUOUS

Sunlight slashes blinds revealing a place that is wrong

during the day. JIMMY, a beefy bartender, takes stock

of the liquor while RACHEL sits in a dark booth.

DEAN (O.S.)

Rachel?

RACHEL looks up...

RACHEL:

Good. You're just what I need right

now.

DEAN:

You got a minute?

RACHEL:

(getting up)

It's really not a good idea for me

to be seen with you.

DEAN:

Who's doing this?

RACHEL:

I gotta go.

DEAN:

(blocking the door)

Will you hang on just a second.

JERRY:

Rachel? There a problem?

She looks at DEAN for a moment...

RACHEL:

No. No problem.

(to DEAN)

Outside.

EXT. HARBOR CENTER - DAY

CLOSE ON a SURVEILLANCE CAMERA on a pole, sweeping,

making automatic lens corrections.

RACHEL (O.S.)

There's a lot of people asking

questions about you and me.

We drift down to the harbor walkway, a greenbelt with

quaint hotels and bars on one side, Chesapeake Bay on

the other. DEAN and RACHEL are strolling the walk.

DEAN:

I know.

RACHEL:

The IRS contacted me this morning.

They say my lifestyle and receipts

exceed my income.

DEAN:

You being audited?

RACHEL:

For the last four years.

DEAN:

My firm'll represent you. Free of

charge.

RACHEL:

You don't work there anymore, Bobby.

DEAN:

That's temporary.

RACHEL:

Bullshit.

DEAN:

Rachel--

RACHEL:

We're screwed.

DEAN:

I'm gonna fix it.

RACHEL:

How?

DEAN:

Tell me about Brill.

INT. A ROOM - CONTINUOUS

A TECHNICIAN eyes a recorder spin as a monitor shows a

live feed from the park.

RACHEL (O.S.)

(through headphones)

I can't.

DEAN:

(through headphones)

You have to.

RACHEL:

(through headphones)

I've never met him?

DEAN:

(through headphones)

Goddammit, Rachel, you assured me--

EXT. THE PARK - CONTINUOUS

DEAN and RACHEL on their stroll--

RACHEL:

F*** you. When you needed

information, I got it. You didn't

care how.

DEAN:

I did care how.

RACHEL:

This conversation's over.

DEAN:

What're you gonna do, Rachel? You

gonna sit in a bar in Baltimore?

You want your job back? You want a

life?

RACHEL:

I don't have a life, Bobby. I'm in

love with a married man.

DEAN:

I'm sorry about that.

RACHEL:

What makes you think it's you?

DEAN:

It's not me?

RACHEL:

You're a moron, you know that?

DEAN:

Yeah.

DEAN smiles...and after a moment, so does RACHEL.

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