The Verdict Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1982
- 129 min
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GALVIN:
(gestures to include
group)
...everybody. Mike says, 'Pat, you
mean to tell me for a buck you get a
free lunch and a beer, and then you
go in the back and get laid?' 'That's
correct.' Mike says, 'Pat. Have you
been in this bar ?' Pat says, 'No,
but my sister has...'
(gestures to Jimmy)
Everyone. Buy yourself one too.
INT. GALVIN'S OFFICE - NIGHT
The seedy, disorganized small office, Galvin in shirt-sleeves
opening a file cabinet. He takes out an armload of files,
carries them to a wastebasket and throws them in. He sits on
his desk, as if exhausted by his effort, pours from a whiskey
bottle into a large water glass, downs the glass.
He has been drinking for some time. He starts stumbling back
to the file cabinet. On the way his eye is caught by his
degrees hanging on the wall. He stumbles to them, picks them
up and walks over to the wastebasket and throws them in. He
goes back to the file cabinet, the phone starts ringing.
Galvin lets it ring, continues emptying the files into the
wastebasket, tearing some of them up as he does so.
He repeats softly to himself, as a litany, "It doesn't make
a bit of difference, it doesn't make a bit of difference..."
He starts back to the desk for the bottle, knocks the still-
ringing phone off the desk. He pours himself a drink.
As he downs it we hear -- softly -- from the phone on the
floor:
a MAN'S VOICE. "Frank. Frank. Frank. Goddamnit. Areyou there...? Frank..." Galvin pays no attention.
Drinks his drink and gazes at the wall -- now empty of
degrees.
ANGLE - P.O.V.
The empty wall. Galvin's P.O.V. The telephone heard Voice
Over insisting, "Frank..."
INT. GALVIN'S OFFICE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
MICKEY MORRISSEY, a man in his late sixties, dressed in suit
and overcoat, looking worried, unlocks the door to the dark
anteroom. Looks around. Sees something in the next room.
ANGLE - P.O.V.
Galvin asleep on his couch, clothed as before. Covered in
his overcoat, the bottle and glass next to the couch on the
floor, the sound of the phone off the hook.
ANGLE:
Mickey walks into the office. Stands
looking at Galvin.
MICKEY:
(harshly)
Get up.
(beat, more harshly)
Get up.
Galvin wakes up. Looks around. Swings his legs over the couch.
Drinks from the glass. Vacantly:
GALVIN:
Hi, Mickey...
MICKEY:
What the hell do you think you're
doing...?
(surveys the wrecked
office)
What's going on here...?
GALVIN:
Uh...
MICKEY:
F*** you. I got a call today from
Sally Doneghy...
GALVIN:
...now who is that...?
MICKEY:
...You're 'sposed to be in court in
ten days and she's telling me you
haven't even met with them...
GALVIN:
Sally Doneghy, now who is that?
MICKEY:
One lousy letter eighteen months
ago... I try to throw a f***in' case
your way...
GALVIN:
...hey, I don't need your charity...
MICKEY:
...I get these people to trust you --
they're coming here tomorrow by the
way -- I get this expert doctor to
talk to you. I'm doing all your
f***in' legwork -- and it's eighteen
months. You're 'sposed to be in court.
I bet you haven't even seen the file.
Galvin pours himself a drink.
GALVIN:
Hey, what are you, my nanny?
Mickey walks to him, knocks the drink out of his hand and
slaps him several times in the face.
MICKEY:
Listen to me. Listen to me... listen
to me, Frank, 'cause I'm done f***in'
with you. I can't do it any more.
Look around you:
You think that you'regoing to change? What's going to
change it? You think it's going to
be different next month? It's going
to be the same. And I have to stop.
This is it. I got you a good case,
it's a moneymaker. You do it right
and it will take care of you. But
I'm through. I'm sorry, Frank, this
is the end.
(beat)
Life is too short, and I'm too old.
(beat)
Mickey walks out of the office. Slams
the door. Beat.
Galvin looks around the office. Goes to his sofa. Sits,
reaches to side table.
ANGLE - INSERT
The side table, a pack of Luckies. Galvin taking one, his
hand shaking a little. Also on side table a pile of change
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