Introducing 'The Usual Suspects' Page #3

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we'd make fresh coffee right off the trees.

That was good. This is sh*t,

but, hey, I'm in a police station...

- Can we get started again?

- Now, what happened after the line-up?

The desk sergeant told me he couldn't

release you. Can you believe that?

You weren't even charged!

New York police.

I want pictures taken of your face.

I'll take 'em to the DA first thing.

- Forget about it.

- No! I'll have this in front of a grand jury!

Look, I don't wanna

talk about it, Edie. OK?

So what did Fortier and Renault say?

- They need more time to think about it.

- Dammit! More time for what, Edie?

No matter how you cover my tracks,

they'll still find out about me.

Give me some credit. I got you this far.

- Let's go to the grand jury. It won't stop!

- Look, it's never gonna stop, period!

By next week every investor in the city's

gonna be walkin' away from us.

It's finished.

I'm finished.

Don't give up on me now, Dean.

It's never gonna stop.

I love you.

They ruined me in there tonight.

I love you.

Do you hear me?

What?

All right.

Let's just go to my place.

We'll worry about this tomorrow.

Let's go.

Fenster and McManus

had a cagey proposition.

A fast jump, high risk, long money.

We all knew it could be done.

The way I figured,

to do it wrong meant killing.

To do it right took five men.

Five men meant Keaton.

Keaton took convincing.

New York's Finest Taxi Service.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

They don't operate any more.

McManus has a friend in the 14th

Precinct. They're coming out for one job.

They're picking up a guy smuggling

emeralds. McManus already has a fence.

- A fence? Who?

- Some guy in California named Redfoot.

- I never heard of him.

- You have to come.

- What's it to you whether I do it or not?

- They don't know me. You do.

They won't take me unless you go.

Look at me. I need this.

Oh, you're telling me you don't

need this? Is this your place?

I'm not knocking you. You got a good

scam going with this lawyer...

Sorry.

It's OK. It's OK.

You say it's the real thing, that's cool.

- You OK?

- I was outta line.

But they're never gonna

stop with us. You know that.

As clean as you could get,

they'll never let you go.

This way we hit the cops where it hurts

and we get well in the meantime.

- You sure you're OK?

- I'll be all right.

Look, I...

- I sometimes get...

- Forget it.

I'll probably sh*t blood tonight.

So...

how do they wanna do it?

McManus wants to go in shooting.

I say no.

Fenster? Hockney?

They're pretty pissed off.

They'll do anything.

I got a way to do it without killing anyone,

but they won't let me in without you.

Three million?

Maybe more.

No killing?

Not if we do it my way.

New York's Finest Taxi Service

was not your normal service.

It was a ring of corrupt cops in the NYPD

that ran a high-profit racket

driving smugglers and

drug dealers round the city.

For a few hundred dollars a mile

you got your own police escort.

They even had business cards.

After a while somebody started asking

questions and the service shut down.

Since then Internal Affairs have

been waiting to catch them in the act.

That's where we came in.

- So, how was the flight?

- F***ing great.

Will this get me to Staten Island?

You kidding me?

This'll get you to Cape Cod.

McManus brought us the job. Fenster got

the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware.

I came up with how to do it

so no one got killed.

But Keaton? Keaton

put on the finishing touch.

A little "f*** you"

from the five of us to the NYPD.

All right, watch this, watch this.

Careful, careful!

Come on, a**hole! F***!

Holy sh*t!

- Don't move, you f***ers!

- Drop it now, motherf***er.

- Hurry up!

- Drop it! Don't f***in' move!

- What do you want?

- Put the f***in' thing away.

- Stupid a**hole.

- Don't f***in' move, mama!

You want a buckshot shampoo, chubby?

F***!

- Afternoon, pork chops. Give me the sh*t.

- Give him the f***in' sh*t!

Give him the f***in' thing!

Give him the f***in' sh*t, man!

Hurry up!

- Come on!

- Now the money.

- There's no money.

- Give me the money!

- There's no f***in' money!

- Give me it!

- Give me the f***in' money!

- Give him the money!

- Give me the money!

- Give him the money!

Hurry up!

Motherf***er! You know who the f*** I

am? You people know who the f*** I am?

- F***!

- We do now, jerk-off.

Wait a minute. What's that?

What the f***...? Holy sh*t!

Go! Go! Go!

Keaton made an anonymous phone call.

The press arrived before the police did.

Strausz and Rizzi

were indicted three days later.

Within a few weeks

Everybody got it right in the ass

from the chief on down.

It was beautiful.

I owe you $2.50.

Dr Keaton.

- There's more here than I thought.

- When's the fence coming?

Redfoot never comes to see me.

I always go to see him.

In California?

Yes, Verbal. In California.

- Fenster and I...

- Wait. Hold the f***in' phone.

You and Fenster? No, no, no, no, no.

You f***in' kiddin' me?

OK, so everyone's gonna go.

We all go.

What's your f***in' problem, man?

My f***in' problem is that

you and Fenster are off in California

- while we're sittin' here holdin' our d*cks!

- Hey! The job's over.

Cool it.

LA's a good place to lie low for a while.

You wanna dance?

Ladies...

I would like to propose a toast.

There you go.

To Mr Verbal.

The man with the plan.

We're gonna miss the flight.

Don't do this. Send her a note, something.

I said we'll make it.

We're gonna miss the plane.

She'll understand.

That's heart-warming. Really.

I'm weepy.

Jeff, you wanna wait outside?

You guys wanted to know

what happened after the line-up.

Come on, Verbal.

Who do you think you're talkin' to?

You expect me to believe that he retired?

For a woman?

Bullshit. Keaton was using her.

- He loved her.

- Sure.

I'm supposed to believe

hitting the taxi service wasn't his idea?

- That was all Fenster and McManus.

- Keaton was a cop for four years.

- Who'd know the service better?

- But Edie had him turned around.

Let me tell you something.

I know Dean Keaton.

I've been investigating him

for the past three years.

The guy I know was

a cold-blooded bastard.

IAD indicted him on three murder counts

before he was kicked off the force.

- So don't sell me the hooker with a heart.

- You got him all wrong.

Do I? Keaton was under indictment a total

of seven times while he was on the force.

In every case the witnesses

either reversed their testimony,

or died before they could testify.

When they finally did nail him for fraud,

he spent five years in Sing Sing.

He killed three prisoners inside.

Of course, I can't prove this.

But I can't prove the best part either.

Dean Keaton was dead.

Did you know that? He died in a fire

two years ago during an investigation

into the murder of a witness

who was going to testify against him.

Two people saw Dean Keaton walk into

a warehouse he owned before it blew up.

They said he went in

to check a leaking gas main.

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