The Usual Suspects Page #9

METZHEISER:

Did he say Keyser Soze? He saw Keyser

Soze.

KOVASH:

BODI:

He says he knows his face. He sees it

when he closes his eyes.

YELLOW 06/11/94

59.

METZHEISER:

Ask him what this Devil looks like.

BAER:

(To Tracy)

Ready?

Tracy holds up her pad and pencil. She nods.

54 EXT. LOS ANGELES SKYLINE - DAY - FIVE WEEKS PRIOR

54

VERBAL (V.O.)

McManus' fence was this guy named

Redfoot. He had a good reputation around

L.A. Seemed like a good guy - Looked like

a cowhide full of thumbtacks.

55 EXT. FRIENDSHIP BELL - NIGHT 55'

All five guys stand in a group. It is utterly quiet.

An old but well kept Cadillac creeps into the lot from the

far end and idles up to them. The windows are tinted too much

to see in. The car passes within a few feet of them and

drives on.

A moment later, a chrome and leather monster of a Harley

Davidson pulls into the lot. The rider is dressed in an

almost comical array of leather, silver and suede.

He waves to the Caddy as it parks a few yards from Keaton and

the others. It sits quietly, almost menacing.

As he gets closer, we can see he is wearing one black boot

and one red. Keaton is still looking at them when the bike

pulls up to them and stops.

REDFOOT and McManus shake hands.

REDFOOT:

How've you been?

McMANUS

Good. You?

REDFOOT:

Alright. How's it going, Fenster?

FENSTER:

Getting by.

SCRIPT DATE 5/25/94

60.

REDFOOT:

You got it?

McManus holds up a briefcase.

Redfoot takes it and gets off the bike. He walks over to the

Caddy. The door of the Caddy opens. Redfoot hands the case to

Someone inside that we cannot see. The door closes.

KEATON:

(Whispering)

Snazzy dresser this guy.

A moment later, the door of the Caddy opens again. Someone

hands Redfoot a different briefcase and he walks back over to

McManus.

He hands him the case.

McManus hands the case back to Hockney. Hockney opens it,

revealing the stacks of money inside.

REDFOOT:

You must be Keaton.

McMANUS

Jesus, I'm sorry. Redfoot, this is Dean

Keaton, that's Todd Hockney, and that's

Verbal Kint.

REDFOOT:

(To Verbal)

The man with the plan.

Verbal smiles.

REDFOOT (CONT'D)

Are you guys interested in more work?

McManus moves to answer, but Keaton cuts him off.

KEATON:

We're on vacation.

REDFOOT:

I've got a ton of work and no good

people.

McMANUS

What's the job?

SCRIPT DATE 5/25/94

61.

Keaton shoots McManus a foul look. McManus pretends not to

notice.

REDFOOT:

A jeweler out of Texas named Saul. He

rents a suite at a hotel downtown and

does free appraisals. Buys whatever he

can. Word is he moves with a lot of cash.

I'11 take the merchandise, you keep the

green.

HOCKNEY:

Security?

REDFOOT:

Two bodyguards. Pretty good.

McMANUS

Give us time to check it out?

REDFOOT:

I'd expect nothing less.

McMANUS

We'll call you.

REDFOOT:

Take your time. Enjoy L.A.

KEATON:

A friend of mine in New York tells me you

knew Spook Hollis.

REDFOOT:

I hear you did time with old Spook. Yeah,

he was a good egg. I used to run a lot of

dope for him. F***in' shame he got

shivved.

KEATON:

I shivved him.

Now McManus is shooting the angry look at Keaton.

KEATON (CONT'D)

Better you hear it from me now than

somebody else later.

REDFOOT:

Business or personal?

SCRIPT DATE 5/25/94

62.

KEATON:

A little of both.

REDFOOT:

Ain't it a crime? Call if you're

interested.

Redfoot fires up his bike and takes off with the Caddy close

behind.

McMANUS

(To Keaton)

What's your f***ing problem?

KEATON:

One job, that was the deal.

McMANUS

Take it as it comes, brother.

KEATON:

This is bullshit.

McManus laughs and walks away. Fenster and Hockney follow.

Verbal turns to Keaton.

VERBAL:

What is it Keaton?

KEATON:

(Distant)

Something - I don't know.

(Shaking himself)

I ever tell you about the restaurant I

wanted to open?

Keaton walks off. Verbal follows him in confusion.

VERBAL (V.O.)

L.A., was good for about two hours. We

were from New York. There's no place to

eat after one; you can't get a pizza that

doesn't taste like a fried fruit-bat, and

the broads don't want to know you if you

don't look like a broad. Within a few

days the last of us was ready to go back

to N.Y., but Keaton wouldn't have it, so

he really didn't have a choice. We went

to work.

YELLOW 06/11/94

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