The Usual Suspects Page #4

McManus steps up and makes a gun with his thumb and

forefinger. He mocks criminal intensity, pointing at the

mirror. He camps up his line.

McMANUS

Give me the keys, you motherfucking,

cocksucking pile of sh*t, or I'll rip off

your

VOICE (O.S.)

KNOCK IT OFF. Get back in line.

McManus steps back.

The rest of the men do their bit as Verbal speaks.

BLUE 06/01/94

12.

VERBAL (V.O.)

It was bullshit. The whole rap was a

setup. Everything is the cops' fault. You

don't put guys like that in a room

together. Who knows what can happen?

13 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

13

McManus sits in a chair in front of a white wall. He smiles

at someone off-screen.

OVERLAPPED:

MCMANUS:

This has to be embarrassing for you

guys, huh? I mean you know and I know

this is a load of sh*t, but at least I

don't have a captain with his dick in

my ass making me play along. That has

got to suck,

VOICE (O.S.)

Are you done?

McManus

Do you work for a broad? That would

have to be the worst.

VOICE (0.8.)

Are you done?

McMANUS

Still, I guess dignity is a small

pries to pay for medical and a

pension. A small pension, mind you,

but a pension nonetheless.

VERBAL (V.O.)

They drilled us all night. Somebody was

pissed about that truck getting knocked

off and the cops had nothing. They were

hoping somebody would slip. Give them

something to go on. They knew we wouldn't

fight it because they knew how to lean on

us. They'd been doing it forever. Our

rights went right out the window. It was

a violation. I mean disgraceful.

BLUE 06/01/94

12A.

VERBAL (V.O.)

They went after McManus first. He was a

good guy. Crazy though. A top notch entry

man .

VOICE (O.S.)

So where'd you dump the truck?

McMANUS

What truck?

VOICE (O.S.)

The truck with the guns, fucko.

McMANUS

You kill me, you really do. Where's my

phone call?

VOICE (O.S.)

Right here. Suck it out.

McMANUS

Clever guy.

VOICE (O.S.)

You want to know what your buddy Fenster

told us?

BLUE 06/01/94

13.

McMANUS

Do I look stupid enough to fall for that?

Jesus Christ. Beat me if you gotta, but

no more of the candy-land tactics, man.

VOICE (O.S.)

WHERE'S THE F***ING TRUCK?

14 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM 14

Now Fenster is in the seat. He sweats profusely.

FENSTER:

I want to call my lawyer. I don;'t know

about any truck. I was in Connecticut all

night on Friday.

VOICE (O.S.)

That's not what McManus said.

OVERLAPPED:

FENSTER:

Who?

VOICE (0.8.)

McManus. Be told us another story

altogether.

FENSTER t

Was it the one about the hooker with

dysentery I swear , she never

mentioned money until I came.

VOICE (O.S.)

Be fold us about the truck.

FENSTER s

To be honest, it was more like a +

mobile home. She made a lot of money, t

VOICE (O.S.) +

Who took the guns off your hands?

FENSTER:

Hey, are we talking about the same

thing?

VOICE (O.S.)

I'm losing my patience.

BLUE 06/01/94

13A.

VERBAL (V.O.)

Fenster always worked with McManus. He

was a real tight-ass, but when it came to

the job, he was right on. Smart guy. A

gopher. Got whatever you needed for next

to nothing.

FENSTER:

You guys got nothing on me. Where's your

probable cause?

VOICE (O.S.)

You're a known hijacker. You're sweating

like a guilty motherf***er. That's my

p.c. Save us the time. Tell us where the

truck is.

Fenster knocks on the table.

FENSTER:

HELLO? Can you hear me in the back? P.C.

He looks under his chair.

FENSTER (CONT'D)

Where is it? I'm lookin'. It's not

happening. What's going on with that? I

want

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