The Devil's Advocate Page #9

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77 INT. BARZOON APARTMENT (PARTY) - NIGHT 77

Getting louder and wilder. Mary Ann looking lost.

Searching for Kevin... He's not here... not there...

MARY ANN:

Have you seen Kevin?

Jackie Heath shaking her head no, as Mary Ann continues on through the party.

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78 INT. LOMAX APARTMENT - ELEVATOR - NIGHT 78

Silence. Going up. Kevin, Heath, and Barzoon.

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79 INT. BARZOON APARTMENT - STUDY - HALLWAY - NIGHT 79

Mary Ann still looking for Kevin. Scanning faces.

Stopping as she reaches a door. Opening it and -

80 INT. BARZOON APARTMENT - STUDY - NIGHT 80

Just enough light to make out two MEN standing across the

room. Silhouettes against the window.

MARY ANN:

Sorry...

(in doorway)

I'm looking for my husband.

The Men -- two vaguely familiar faces from the firm.

MAN #1

Don't think he's here.

Suddenly, a WOMAN's head rises INTO FRAME -

WOMAN:

It's just us...

MAN #2

But feel free to join in...

And suddenly it's clear, she's walked in on an impromptumenage a trois. The Woman is kneeling on a table, dress hiked up, ass in the air. Man #1 f***ing her from behind.

Man #2 is getting blown and -

Mary Ann is IN SHOT as the woman begins to laugh and the door WIPES the FRAME.

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82 INT. MILTON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 82

The penthouse. One enormous room. Grand scale

everything. Otherworldly. Staggering. Of special,

special interest: a huge Bas Relief dominates an entire wall. Carved into the marble are human forms -- young,

naked bodies swimming in a hypnotic chaos of clouds.

Milton is on the phone. Two lines going. The dialogue is unimportant, we'll not understand it anyway -- he's going back and forth between Korean and Russian -brokering

some emergency deal.

Heath is at the bar, mixing drinks. Barzoon has a cigar.

Kevin just standing there gaping at the space.

KEVIN:

Is there more to it?

BARZOON:

Just this room.

KEVIN:

And a bedroom?

BARZOON:

No bedroom.

KEVIN:

Where does he sleep?

HEATH:

Who said he sleeps?

KEVIN:

Where does he f***?

MILTON (O.S.)

(behind them)

Everywhere.

BARZOON:

What's up, John?

MILTON:

How many hours did we bill Alex Cullen last year?

HEATH:

Sixteen thousand, two hundred and

forty-two.

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BARZOON:

What the f*** did he do now?

MILTON:

Alex Cullen has just been charged with murdering his ex-wife, her stepson, and a maid.

BARZOON:

When did this happen?

MILTON:

Just now. Tonight. I already sent Pam downtown to make bail

arrangements.

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BARZOON:

They'll f***ing crucify him.

They'll get in line. I gotta call Meisel...

MILTON:

No. I want Kevin on this case.

BARZOON:

I hope you're kidding.

(beat)

Alexander Cullen in a Manhattan

triple murder? With Kevin?

You're dreaming.

MILTON:

I've shaken hands with every marquee defense attorney in town.

I take Kevin and I don't look

back.

BARZOON:

You're a great judge of talent,

John. You're the master. I just don't see it coming together.

MILTON:

I want you on board, Eddie.

KEVIN:

Look, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but maybe Eddie's got a point here.

MILTON:

We can get this case. The man's

our client.

BARZOON:

He's a business client.

MILTON:

We know him better than he knows

himself. We have the inside

track. We have the best damn

trial lawyer in the city. It's

ours to lose.

BARZOON:

Tell it to Cullen.

MILTON:

No. That's up to Kevin.

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With that, the PHONE starts RINGING -MILTON

That's Pam calling...

(to Kevin)

Are we fighting for this, or not?

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83 INT. LOMAX APARTMENT - NIGHT

It's late. Dark. Kevin tiptoeing through the apartment-- turning the corner and -

MARY ANN:

You left me there. I had a

f***ing panic attack until Jackie told me where you were.

(raw)

Three hours? You don't even call?

KEVIN:

Stop. Reset. I'm upstairs, I'm with Milton and Barzoon and there

is a very good possibility that I'm about to catch a triple homicide defendant who also

happens to be the largest real estate developer in the city. I had to bail on the party!

MARY ANN:

You bailed on me!

KEVIN:

Mare... did you hear me?

MARY ANN:

I was all by myself!

KEVIN:

For three whole hours...

(as she's walking)

You gotta be kidding, right?

No, she's leaving. Kevin left there, alone -CUT

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EXT. STREET - CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY (MORNING)

A news van whipping up the block. TIRES SCREECHING as it

pulls up beside a construction site where two other newsvans are already unloading. The smell of headlines

and -84

85 EXT. STREET - CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY 85

Two photographers sprinting toward the shell of a high-rise building. A sign blankets the scaffolding. Huge,

ego-size lettering reads...

CULLEN TOWERS:

"The Next Great Address"

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86 EXT. CONSTRUCTION HIGH-RISE - DAY 86

Looking DOWN FROM fifty stories high, as the media vehicles converge like toys below.

CULLEN (V.O.)

...Look at this, I'm not out

twenty minutes, we're running from the goddamn press. Look at those

insects down there...

87 INT. CONSTRUCTION HIGH-RISE - DAY 87

ALEXANDER CULLEN turns back from the edge. Forty-five.

Tan, grief-stricken, and sleep deprived. The space is huge and bare. Unfinished concrete. Wide, open views.

Kevin, Milton, and Barzoon standing there.

CULLEN:

...You may be right, but look at it from my point of view. I'm sure he's a whiz kid. I believe

you. But this is my ass we're talking.

(to Barzoon)

Jesus, Eddie...

MILTON:

Alex, you know how this town works.

You've got enemies you never heard of. And now? Now you're down?

I'd prepare for a class-A, New York pig-f***. You're going to have to ask yourself who you really trust.

Who do you trust, Alex?

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CULLEN:

I don't know... I gotta look around.

KEVIN:

You don't have time to shop, Mr.

Cullen.

(the newspaper)

Jury selection started this morning at every breakfast table in the city. You lost round one. This is

what people know. They know you and your wife were living separately. They see this maid --

Elucinda -- a sixty-eight-year-old grandmother supporting seven children. And then there's your stepson, a ten-year-old with a bullet in his brain. Those are

already powerful images in the mind of the public.

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