Men in Black Page #5

LAUREL:

Laurel Weaver. Deputy Medical

Examiner. I believe you. I opened

him up. Find me at the morgue. On

26th. I'll tell you what I found.

EDWARDS:

Hey... Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

LAUREL:

(turning at the door)

You have really pretty eyes.

She hurries to turn the corner, but is STOPPED by someone

who remains just offscreen.

VOICE (O.S.)

Dr. Weaver, from the coroner's office?

Working on the John Doe?

Edwards twists in his chair, to get a better look. All he

sees is Laurel, facing whoever it is in the hallway.

LAUREL:

Yes. That's right.

VOICE (O.S.)

Would you look right here, please.

The Someone says something else and Laurel steps forward,

now also out of Edwards's line of vision.

LAUREL (O.S.)

Look where?

Edwards stretches even further in his seat, when there is a

blinding FLASH from the corridor. Really curious now, he

starts to get up --

-- when KAY steps into the room and closes the door behind

him. Edwards rolls his eyes.

KAY:

Some night, huh?

EDWARDS:

Oh, yeah, some night.

He crosses to the door.

KAY:

They were gills.

Edwards stops.

KAY:

Not eyelids.

EDWARDS:

Who are you?

KAY:

Did he say anything to you?

EDWARDS:

(scoffing)

Yeah, sure. He said the world was

coming to an end.

KAY:

Did he say when?

EDWARDS:

You're kidding, right?

KAY:

Would you recognize his weapon if

you saw it again?

EDWARDS:

Absolutely.

KAY:

Let's take a ride.

EDWARDS:

Wait a minute. I got a ton of

paperwork.

KAY:

It's all done.

At that point, the INSPECTOR sticks his head in, smiles and

gives Edwards the thumbs up.

INSPECTOR:

Good work, Edwards.

Edwards looks at the Inspector, then at Kay. As they leave.

KAY:

You ran that guy down on foot? That's

tough. That's double tough.

CUT TO:

INT. FORD LTD - A MOMENT LATER - DRIVING

In a plain, boxy Ford, Kay drives, silent. He raises his

hand and nods to a black MIB truck coming in the opposite

direction. Edwards, in the passenger seat, is still in his

undercover outfit.

EDWARDS:

So who you with?

Kay says nothing.

EDWARDS:

You got the plain clothes, the

government-issued wheels. Secret

Service? CIA?

Kay remains utterly silent.

EDWARDS:

(referring to the car)

Yeah, well, whoever it is, you're

short on funding.

KAY:

Nothing is what it seems, kid.

EDWARDS:

Oh, yeah, my bad '86 Ford LTD. That's

a luxury ride. C'mon, who ya with?

Kay pulls the car to a stop.

KAY:

I'm part of a secret organization

that monitors and polices alien

activity on earth.

Kay opens the door and gets out of the car. Edwards follows.

EXT. PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

Edwards looks around. Sees they're standing in front of a

PAWN SHOP.

EDWARDS:

This is where we're going?

They get out of the car.

EDWARDS:

Jack Jeebs? Guy buys from chain

snatchers. Doesn't even sell guns.

KAY:

Really?

EDWARDS:

All right, you think it's worth

shaking him up, fine. I'll do my

thing. Then I want some answers.

KAY:

Do your "thing," kid.

Edwards goes inside.

INT. PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

JACK JEEBS is the sleazy, sarcastic proprietor of the Pawn

Shop. He's not easily intimidated.

JEEBS:

Officer Edwards. Oh, hey, geez, how'd

these get here? I thought I turned

'em in to the proper authorities.

He casually brushes some Rolexes off the counter.

EDWARDS:

Way I hear it, Jeebs, you into

something a little hotter than some

stolen Rolexes.

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