Pound of Flesh Page #6

I was flying!

Beautiful. I mean, none of it is

admissible in court, all right?

No. Bullshit! We nailed him.

- But it was beautiful.

That look in your eyes...

- We got the gun. That's probably cause.

When you cornered him...

- We go back in there and get a conviction.

Interview him. Come on Farraro...

Sergeant. Mister Morris' attorney has

arrived, so the interrogation is over.

Might as well take the rest of the day off.

Detective?

yeah? Sir?

Suck my cock.

Hey, Mitch. How you doing?

Come on, Farraro, get a bedroom.

I'm fine. I was just resting.

We're back to zero.

Well, a lot of criminals walk. That's why

lawyers get paid more than cops.

Doesn't it bother you that Cameron walks?

Let it go.

Jesus.

You know? It is amazing what they will print

next to the crossword puzzle these days.

"Ken"? if we can't get Cameron,

let's get his pimp!

Let's get to work.

Coffee...coffee.

Do me a favor, Geter,

can you bring over that recorder?

All right. Pray.

I'm a lapsed Catholic. Nobody's listening.

Hit it straight down the middle.

Daddy! Daddy!

Uh, yeah. Hello?

Hey, Ken. This is Marnie.

I'm trying to reach you.

What to you want?

- A job. I've done this kind of work before.

What kind ofjob are we talking about?

Masseuse work. I'm in the sisterhood.

Daddy! Daddy! Get the ball!

Uh, well, I don't know. Uh...

Ken, I really need this job.

you know...

Sorry.

You got the wrong number.

Did we get it all?

- Yeah. Every non-incriminating word.

I just can't understand how he

can be so accessible on the phone.

Because he's a moron.

I swear I heard a kid talk.

That's when he hung up.

He's a moron with a kid.

I need a real drink.

Sarge, you want to get a drink?

No, I'm good.

Daddy, Daddy! Get the ball!!

Uh, well, I don't...

...warmer in the middle of the night

because it's f***ing godless out there.

We ran a trace on the number. Guess

whose house the number's assigned to?

Peter F***ing Paul and...

No, smart ass! Noah Melville.

He knows Mister Morris and that's

my connection to Marina Carlson.

I f***ing knew it.

- I say he's our pimp.

I told you this f***ing weeks ago.

Thanks, darling. Thanks again for staying.

I don't deserve this.

All right, three guesses...

It's definitely a cab, but...

- All right.

Of course it's not French, not Californian.

All right. Don't tell me,

don't tell me, don't tell me.

All right, three guesses.

Well, it's a cab.

- Right.

South African?

- Honey, you're so good!

Thank you! Great. I thought so.

- I can't believe you. That's so crazy!

Who, um, who's this?

Oh, hi Detective. What's up?

Anything wrong?

- No, no, nothing.

I'll be right back.

Yes, Detective Kelly.

What can I do for you?

I want you to turn yourself in.

What? Oh, come on,

that's preposterous.

You should have thought about that before

you gave out your phone number, Ken.

Do you know what turning college girls

into hookers gets you?

A big fat pandering conviction.

Do you want that, Ken?

I've heard enough of this to dismiss you.

- You wait for me...

Hey! Let go of my arm.

And you'll do five or six years, pal.

A guy like you - smart sophisticated,

wine-drinking p*ssy piece of sh*t.

You won't last five minutes bent over

in a f***ing shower, pal.

Are you out of your mind?

Cameron Morris, he's your client, right?

I know that you sent him the dead girl,

Marina f***ing Carlson, pal.

You remember her, huh?

Like a Christian to the f***ing lions.

This isn't ancient Greece,

not anymore.

Rome had Christians, Greece had gays.

Get your metaphors straight.

You have the right...

- Get off my arm!

...to remain silent.

Anything you say can an will...

I want to talk to my wife!

I want to tell her where I'm going.

Can you believe this sh*t? Guy's out

on the street, and he's laughing.

I know.

Yup. One night in jail...

...now he's sleeping in his nice satin sheets.

With his pretty little wife...a**hole.

I need to talk to you about something.

- What? What happened?

What happened yesterday...

you were way out of line.

yesterday...what happened yesterday?

You were drinking on the job.

- Come on, man. I was...

I was not.

- Yes, you were.

I don't know what's going on with you,

but this can't possibly be about Melville.

One drink, come on, Sarge. You know?

I took a risk on you.

- All right. Okay. I understand.

Yeah, do you? I took a risk.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

Hey, you know what?

Jesus. I'm done.

I know where to find it.

Just kidding.

The news of my condemnation

spread like wildfire.

I couldn't believe it when I heard

Professor Melville had been arrested.

Everyone in town is talking

about what a bad guy he is.

It's pretty ridiculous, but people are people

and theyjudge.

On the advice of my attorney

I accepted a plea bargain...

...in order to get this

tawdry mess behind me.

I could not imagine that my troubles

were just beginning.

Yeah?

- Noah.

Hello? Who is this?

It's Cameron. I've got some...

It's bad news, Noah.

Jesus, Cameron, it's four o'clock

in the morning, for God's sake.

Have you been drinking?

- Yes, a bit.

Listen, Noah, I just heard from

some friends at the courthouse.

The judge is going to make

an example out of you.

Oh, God, man. Don't say it.

It's an election year, and he's going to send

you away for a very, very long time.

I'm sorry, Noah.

I tried, but there's nothing I can do.

All right. Thank you.

Oh, God.

Professor Melville. Do you remember me?

I was in your Shakespeare class.

Oh, yes. Stewart, I believe.

- Yeah.

I remember you. I remember you as

not being the brightest of my students.

I'm working on it. Tell me, what were you

doing with my girlfriend Rachel?

Rachel?

- yeah, Rachel.

Get off my property.

- Listen. Answer the question!

I know what you did! you used her.

you cretinous little sh*t!

- I know what you did!

Oh dear.

How dare you! Who the hell are you?

A guy your husband messed with.

- I'm calling the police!

It's all right.

- Who was that?

Forget about it! It's all right.

I'm sorry, I should have seen this coming.

What?

Look, I'm not going to jail.

What are you saying?

Noah, you should wait until the sentencing.

They might be lenient.

No, no! I'm leaving.

Please, just don't try and talk me out of it.

I'm not having my daughter

see me behind bars.

My only crime was the pain

that I caused you and Juliet.

Please forgive me.

And then I ran.

I admit I was too much of a coward

to face the consequences.

I was still clinging to the tenants

that love conquers all.

Hi, darling. Were you asleep?

Noah, this is too dangerous.

Just tell me you're okay and hang up.

Please, I just need to hear your voice again.

I want to hold you.

Don't do this to me.

You know that this is hard on me.

Listen, get a new phone.

I'm hearing noises on the line.

Unbelievable.

I'm coming.

Hello, Mrs Melville.

- Yes.

Fugitive Task Force. May I come in?

Can you come back later, Detective Kelly?

I'm getting my daughter ready for school.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes