The Usual Suspects Page #6

FENSTER:

So why the hell was I hauled in and

cavity searched tonight?

KEATON:

It was the Feds. A truck load of guns

gets snagged, Customs comes down on

N.Y.P.D. for some answers - they come up

with us. They're grabbing at straws. It's

politics - nothing you can do.

FENSTER:

I had a guy's fingers in my a**hole

tonight.

HOCKNEY:

Is it Friday already?

SCRIPT DATE 5/25/94

18.

FENSTER:

F*** you. I'11 never sh*t right again. So

who did it? Own up.

KEATON:

I don't want to know.

McMANUS

Nobody asked you, workin'-man.

HOCKNEY:

F*** who did it. What I want to know is,

who's the gimp?

ALL EYES suddenly turn on Verbal. He has been quietly

listening the whole time without uttering a word.

KEATON:

He's alright.

HOCKNEY:

How do I know that? How about it,

pretzel-man? What's your story?

KEATON:

His name is Verbal Kint. I thought you

guys knew him.

McMANUS

Verbal?

VERBAL:

Roger really. People say I talk too much.

HOCKNEY:

Yeah, I was gonna tell you to shut up.

KEATON:

We've met once or twice. Last time was

in...

VERBAL:

County. I was in for fraud.

KEATON:

You were waiting for a line-up then, too.

What happened with that?

VERBAL:

I walked. Ninety days, suspended.

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HOCKNEY:

So you did it?

VERBAL:

To your mother's ass.

Verbal looks away from Hockney, awaiting a violent response.

Everyone slowly starts to laugh. Hockney looks as if he is

about to boil in his own skin.

KEATON:

(To Hockney)

Let it go.

Verbal smiles at Keaton appreciatively.

McManus stands and walks to the toilet in the corner of

the cell. He starts taking a leak;

McMANUS

Look, we've all been put out by this, I

figure we owe it to ourselves to salvage

a little dignity. Now Fenster and I got

wind of a possible job -

KEATON:

Why don't you just calm down'

HOCKNEY:

What do you care what he says?

McMANUS

Yeah, I'm just talking here, and Hockney

seems to want to hear me out. I know

Fenster is with me -

(To Verbal)

How about you, guy?

McManus finishes pissing.

VERBAL:

I'm interested, sure.

McMANUS

There, so you see, I'm going to exercise

my right to free assembly.

McManus taps the bars of his cell and the others LAUGH.

KEATON:

I'm not kidding. Shut your mouth.

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19A.

McMANUS

You're missing the point.

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20.

KEATON:

No, you're missing the point. Shut up. I

don't want to hear anything you have to

say. I don't want to know about your

"job". Just don't let me hear you. I want

nothing to do with any of you -

(Beat)

I beg your pardon but all of you can go

to hell.

McMANUS

Dean Keaton, gone the high road. What is

the world coming to?

McManus and Keaton stare at one another for a long and tense

moment. Finally McManus turns to the others.

McMANUS (CONT'D)

Forget him then.

(Whispering)

Now I can't talk about this here in any

detail, but listen up...

Everyone but Keaton gravitates toward McManus's cell as he

begins to speak in low, hushed tones.

VERBAL (V.O.)

And that was how it began. The five of us

brought in on a trumped-up charge to be

leaned on by half-wits. What the cops

never figured out, and what I know now,

was that these men would never break,

never lie down, never bend over for

anybody. .. Anybody.

19 EXT. PIER - DAY - SAN PEDRO - PRESENT DAY 19

It is morning in the aftermath of the opening scene.

Harsh sunlight shines on a line of body bags on the dock.

Police swarm everywhere, photographers are taking pictures of

the scene while a team of men in rolled up sleeves and

plastic gloves pick at the remains.

Two men on a fire boat operate a water cannon, dousing the

smoldering remains of a burned-out ships hull.

Watching this from the edge of the pier is a man in a dark

suit. He is SPECIAL AGENT JACK BAER of the F.B.I. He is tall

and fit, in his late thirties. He gazes out over the water

thoughtfully.

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A UNIFORM COP trots up to him.

COP:

Who are you?

Baer holds up his badge without looking at the man.

BAER:

Agent Jack Baer, F.B.I. How many dead?

Before the cop can answer, Baer turns and walks along the

line of body bags.

COP:

Fifteen so far. We're still pulling some

bodies out of the water.

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