The Usual Suspects Page #8

KUJAN:

What'the f*** is that?

Rabin motions for Kujan to lower his voice. He points out

that they are walking through a bullpen filled with desks

where a number of other police are working within earshot.

RABIN:

I give the D.A. credit for getting that

much to stick. This whole thing has

turned political. The Mayor was here -

the chief - the Governor called this

morning, for Christ's sake. This guy is

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RABIN (cont'd)

protected - From up on high by the prince

of f***ing darkness.

KUJAN:

When does he post bail?

RAB IN:

Two hours, tops.

KUJAN:

I want to see him.

Rabin comes to an office door with his name on it. He opens

it and lets Kujan in before following.

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23 INT. RABIN'S OFFICE 23

RABIN +

Dave, please.

Rabin's office can only be described as a disaster area. The

desk is cluttered with weeks, perhaps months or even years of

paperwork that could never conceivably be sorted out.

Above his desk is a bulletin board. It is a breathtaking

catastrophe of papers, wanted posters, rap-sheets, memos and +

post-its. This is in the neighborhood of decades. Rabin is a

man with a system so cryptic, so far beyond the comprehension

of others, he himself is most likely baffled by it.

RABIN (CONT'D)

Even if I was to let you talk to him, he

won't talk to you. He's paranoid about

being recorded and he knows the

interrogation rooms are wired

KUJAN:

This won't be an' interrogation, just a...

friendly chat to kill time.

RAB IN:

(enunciating)

He won't go into the interrogation room.

KUJAN:

Someplace else, then.

RAB IN:

Where?

Kujan looks around Rabin's messy office.

RABIN (CONT'D)

No, no, no, no, no.

KUJAN:

If it was a dope deal, where's the dope,

if it was a hit, who called it in?

RABIN:

And I am sure you have a host of wild +

theories to answer these questions.

KUJAN:

You know damn well what I think.

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RABIN:

That's crazy, Dave and it doesn't matter.

He has total immunity and his story

checks out. He doesn't know what you want

to know.

KUJAN:

I don't think he does. Not exactly, but

there's a lot more to his story. I want

to know why twenty-seven men died on that

pier for what looks to be ninety-one

million dollars worth of dope that wasn't

there. Above all, I want to be sure that

Dean Keaton is dead.

RAB ZN:

He's dead.

KUJAN:

Two hours. Just until he makes bail.

RAB IN:

They're all dead. No matter how tough you r.

say this Keaton was, no one on that boat

could've made it out alive.

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24 INT. HOSPITAL - DAY 24

A door marked INTENSIVE CARE.

The door BURSTS OPEN. SUDDENLY, the hallway is a flurry of

activity.

DOCTOR LISA PLUMBER, age fifty, walks quickly beside JACK

BAER .

Baer walks with all of the determination of a battalion of

Chinese infantry.

DOCTOR RIDGLY WALTERS, a young intern in his late twenties

rushes up to them.

PLUMBER:

Ridgly, this is Special Agent Jack Baer

from the F.B.I. Agent Baer, this is

Doctor Ridgly Waiters.

RIDGLY:

Nice to meet you.

BAER:

Is he talking?

RIDGLY:

He regained consciousness less than an

hour ago. He spoke - not English - then

he lapsed.

BAER:

Hungarian?

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RIDGLY:

I don't

BAER:

It was Hungarian. Most of them were

Hungarians. Any fluent Hungarians on your

staff?

RIDGLY:

We have a Turkish audiologist.

Ridgly opens a door and Baer barrels through.

25 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM 25

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Metzheiser is suddenly interested.

BODI:

He says he saw him in the harbor. He was

shooting... Killing... Killing many men.

METZHEISER:

Did he say Keyser Soze? He saw Keyser

Soze

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BODI:

He says he saw him in the harbor. He was

shooting... Killing... Killing many men.

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