Introducing 'The Usual Suspects' Page #5

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- Who's Keyser Sze?

- F***!

We've been going over this

for an hour and a half.

What we need to do is find Redfoot,

Keaton, and get the hell outta here.

What we need to do is think. Think back.

Somebody with power.

Somebody capable of

trackin' us from New York to LA.

- Dean, what the hell are we doin' here?

- We're waitin'!

- I'm out.

- Sit down.

No. It's hot and I'm f***in' bored.

Mr Hockney, do stay.

Mr Keaton.

Mr Fenster I recognise from

his mug shots, as well as Mr McManus.

I can only assume that you are Mr Kint,

the gentleman who disposed of Saul Berg.

My employer sends his gratitude.

A most unexpected benefit.

I am Mr Kobayashi.

I have been asked by my employer

to bring a proposal to you gentlemen.

- What do you want?

- My employer requires your services.

One job. One day's work. Very dangerous.

He does not expect all of you to live,

but those of you who do

will have $91 million to divide

between you in any way you see fit.

Who's your boss?

I work for Keyser Sze.

- Who's Keyser Sze?

- Judging by the change in mood, Mr Kint,

I feel sure the rest of

your associates can tell you.

I come with an offer

directly from Mr Sze.

- An order, actually.

- What do you mean "an order"?

In 1981, Mr Keaton, you participated in a

hijacking of a truck in Buffalo, New York.

The cargo was raw steel.

Steel which belonged to Mr Sze

and which was destined for Pakistan

to be used in a nuclear reactor.

A most profitable violation

of UN regulations.

You had no way of knowing this

because the fellow shipping the steel

was working for Mr Sze

without his knowledge.

Earlier this year Mr Fenster and Mr

McManus hijacked a flight out of Newark.

The plane was carrying gold and

platinum wiring, also set for Pakistan.

Two months ago Mr Hockney stole a

truck carrying gun parts through Queens.

Gun parts which were set to be

destroyed by the State of New York.

They were to be lost in a way station

and rerouted to Belfast.

Again Mr Sze,

using pawns who had no knowledge.

Which brings us to Mr Kint.

Nine months ago one of

Mr Sze's less than intelligent couriers

was taken in a complicated

confidence scam by a cripple.

He was relieved of $62,000.

Now, it has taken us

some time to find you.

Our intention was to approach you

after your apprehension in New York.

- You set up the line-up?

- Yes.

You were not to be released until I arrived.

It seems Ms Finneran was a little

too effective in expediting his release.

Holding the rest of you was a moot point.

- What about Redfoot?

- Mr Redfoot knew nothing.

Mr Sze rarely works

with the same people for long,

and they never know

who they're working for.

One cannot be betrayed,

if one has no people.

So, why are you telling us?

Because you have stolen from

Mr Sze, Mr Fenster. All of you.

That you did not know you stole from him

is the only reason you are still alive.

He feels you owe him.

You will repay your debt.

All right, f*** the debt and f*** you.

How do we know you work for Sze?

I don't think that is relevant, Mr Hockney.

All five of you are responsible for the

murder of Saul Berg and his bodyguards.

Mr Redfoot can testify to your

involvement and we can see to it he will.

- What's your point?

- The offer is this, gentlemen.

Mr Sze's primary interest is narcotics.

He's been competing, shall we say, with

a group of Argentinians for years now.

Competing with Mr Sze has taken its toll.

The Argentinians are negotiating the sale

of $91 m in cocaine in three days' time.

This purchase will revitalise the

diminishing strength of their organisation.

Mr Sze would like you to stop the deal.

If you choose,

you may wait until after the buy.

Whatever money changes hands is yours.

Mr Sze would like you to get to the boat

and destroy the cocaine on board.

And then you will be free

of your obligations to Mr Sze.

You give me one good reason

why I shouldn't kill you right now.

A gift from Mr Sze.

Good day, gentlemen.

My whole life's in here -

everything I've done since I was 18.

They f***in' know everything.

Everybody I've ever worked with

or did time with.

No.

- This isn't right.

- I don't know.

Who was that guy who used

to talk about Sze in New York?

- Bricks Marlin.

- Yeah, I did jobs for him. Indirect stuff.

He said he always made five times

more money than the job was worth.

This guy's a pipe dream. Kobayashi's

usin' him for window-dressing.

- I don't know. This is bad.

- No, it's bullshit.

This guy could be LAPD.

It's a f***in' set-up.

The way I hear it,

Sze is some kind of butcher.

- A peerless, psycho, f***ed-up butcher.

- There is no Keyser Sze!

Who is Keyser Sze?

He's supposed to be Turkish.

Some say his father was German.

Nobody ever believed he was real.

Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody

that worked directly for him,

but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody

could've worked for him. You never knew.

That was his power.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled

was convincing the world he didn't exist.

One story the guys told me - the story

I believe - was from his days in Turkey.

A gang of Hungarians

wanted their own mob.

They realised that to be in power you

didn't need guns or money or numbers.

You just needed the will

to do what the other guy wouldn't.

After a while they come into power,

and they come after Sze.

He was small-time then,

just running dope, they say.

They come to his home in the afternoon

looking for his business.

They find his wife and kids in the house

and decide to wait for Sze.

He comes home to find his wife raped

and children screaming.

The Hungarians knew Sze was tough, so

they let him know they meant business.

They tell him they want

his territory, all his business.

Sze looks over the faces of his family,

then he showed these men of will

what will really was.

He tells him he would

rather see his family dead

than live another day after this.

He lets the last Hungarian go,

waits until his family are buried,

then goes after the rest of the mob.

He kills their kids, their wives,

their parents and their parents' friends.

He burns down the houses they live in

and the stores they work in.

He kills people that owe them money.

And like that... he's gone.

Underground.

Nobody's ever seen him since.

He becomes a myth, a spook story

that criminals tell their kids at night.

"Rat on your pop,

and Keyser Sze will get you. "

But no one ever really believes.

Do you believe in him, Verbal?

Keaton always said

"I don't believe in God,

but I'm afraid of him. "

Well, I believe in God.

And the only thing that scares me

is Keyser Sze.

Do you give any weight to this?

I can introduce you to Dan Metzheiser

from Justice. He has a file on Sze in DC.

Been a hobby of his. Guys equate him

to that reporter on The Incredible Hulk.

- You've heard of him?

- On the street?

- Yeah.

- A few times.

Outside stuff.

Somebody working for a guy

who worked for a guy who got some

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