The French Connection Page #7

2ND MAN

No - no.

DOYLE:

Cause if I do.

DOYLE frisks the man. Comes up with vial of pills and two

roaches.

DOYLE:

Wise guy, huh? Let's see what else

you got.

(to RUSSO)

- Buddy!

He collars the man and shoves him towards the toilet.

RUSSO, eyes moving everywhere, hand on the gun.

27.

RUSSO:

If I see any sh*t on the floor,

it's yours, so keep your eye on

your neighbor.

Inside the toilet of the bar. The MAN is up against the

wall. DOYLE is only inches away.

The MAN is an AGENT and this is the only way DOYLE can get

immediate information from him without destroying the man's

cover. Their conversation is in whispers. And very fast.

DOYLE:

How's everything?

2ND MAN

Everything is everything.

DOYLE:

How come there's nothing out there?

That stuff is all milk.

2ND MAN

There's nothing around. Nobody's

holding.

DOYLE:

I got a name - Sal Boca, Brooklyn.

2ND MAN

Boca?

DOYLE:

B.O.C.A.

2ND MAN

Doesn't register.

DOYLE:

Got a wife named Angie.

2ND MAN

No, nothing. There's only some talk.

DOYLE:

What?

2ND MAN

Coming in this week, week after.

Everybody going to get well.

DOYLE:

Who brings it?

28.

2ND MAN

Who knows?

DOYLE:

Where do you want it?

2ND MAN

This side.

Door of toilet. There is a hell of a crash and slamming

behind it. Door opens and DOYLE steps out over the crumpled

prostrate form of the INFORMER. He has just decked the man

to continue the protection of the cover. He pauses halfway

down the line as if he's speculating on beating up another

one because he didn't get any information. But he decides

that would be futile too.

DOYLE:

I'm goin' check on this address in

the Bronx, if you're bullshitting

me, it's your ass.

RUSSO:

Tell everybody we'll be back in an

hour.

DOYLE:

(to all)

We're goin' now! Goodbye.

EXT. PASSENGER SHIP - DAY

Close shot of DEVEREAUX, New York harbor in the background,

being interviewed by television reporters on his arrival in

the U.S. abroad a passenger ship. He is smiling, jovial,

charming.

REPORTER 1

How long will you be here?

DEVEREAUX:

Not long enough. Two... perhaps

three... weeks at most.

Medium close shot of DEVEREAUX and THREE TV REPORTERS, as

they talk, a crane moves into action behind them and lifts

out of hold. LA VALLE is with DEVEREAUX as Translator and

Interpreter.

GIRL TV REPORTER

Why did you come by ship, Mr.

Devereaux?

29.

DEVEREAUX:

The next several weeks will be very

difficult and the middle of the

ocean is the only place where the

telephone isn't ringing all the time.

REPORTER:

What will be the viewpoint of your

documentary.

DEVEREAUX:

To make a Frenchman feel what it is

like to be a New Yorker.

LA VALLE:

That's enough now, ladies and

gentlemen. M. Devereaux is due at

his hotel in half an hour.

Overhead the Lincoln comes down from the hold of the ship.

EXT. WEST SIDE DRIVE - DAY

A long view of the pier from the opposite (east) side of

West Street, beneath the steel trusses and girders of the

West Side Drive and through the forest of cars that are

parked there, the jam of traffic that develops around every

unloading vessel. It is a view that takes in the front end

of the Lincoln inching off the pier. HENRI DEVEREAUX at the

wheel, turns to his right. We watch until the point of view

on the sidewalk. ALAIN CHARNIER and PIERRE NICOLI are

standing there watching. When the car (off-camera) turns

east on the way to the garage, NICOLI glances to CHARNIER.

CHARNIER does not look back.

EXT. DORAL HOTEL - LINCOLN PULLS IN - DAY

INT. POLICE OFFICE - NIGHT

Close shot of WALTER SIMONSON at desk in the large square

office he occupies as a Lieutenant of Detectives in charge

of the Manhattan Narcotics Bureau. He is the immediate

superior of RUSSO and DOYLE, head of the 200-man narcotics

squad that polices Manhattan.

SIMONSON:

(with coffee cup)

All that is great -- but you guys

work Bed-Stuy. You're not supposed

to be in Ridgewood.

DOYLE, RUSSO and SIMONSON

30.

DOYLE:

Detach us. Let us have a shot at

it, at least until we see if

there's anything here or not.

Everybody wants Weinstock, right?

So maybe here's a lead. We deserve

it.

SIMONSON:

You couldn't burn a three-time

loser with what you're bringing in

here. You know you stiffs could

run yourselves an entrapment rap.

The guy has done nothing -- Brooklyn

is full of Candy Store guys with

two cars who like to go to

nightclubs.

RUSSO:

Put this little candy hustler

together with Joel Weinstock and it

could be we stumbled into a big

score.

SIMONSON:

(moves to window)

Big score! He's dealin' a few bags

here and there on the side.

DOYLE:

Simonson, I wouldn't be infringing

on your coffee break if I thought

he was a nickel and dimer.

SIMONSON:

Your hunches have backfired before,

Doyle.

DOYLE, close, no comment.

Back to SIMONSON.

SIMONSON:

(moves back to stand

at desk)

Jimmy, what the hell's happening

with you lately?

(pause)

You got more collars than any Narc

in the bureau. What was it. Over

100 last year? Terrific. But who?

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