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The Usual Suspects Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 106 min
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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.
YELLOW 06/11/94
19.
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.
YELLOW 06/11/94
19A.
McMANUS
You're missing the point.
YELLOW 06/11/94
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
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.
YELLOW 06/11/94
21.
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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