The Verdict Page #9

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GALVIN:

It's not too good. I've only got one

client.

HOLD.

INT. LAWYERS ROOM AND CORRIDOR - DAY

Galvin, determined, coming down a corridor in the Courthouse,

opens a door. CAMERA FOLLOWS him IN. The Lawyers Room.

Ten or twelve AMBULANCE CHASERS waiting for clients. They

all look up as he enters, then return to their reading,

phones, card games. CAMERA FOLLOWS him TO the corner of the

room where MICKEY MORRISSEY is playing Gin with a CRONY.

GALVIN:

I have to talk to you.

MICKEY:

What do you want?

GALVIN:

(dragging him up)

Come on. Let's get a drink.

MICKEY:

(sighs, to partner)

Don't touch anything.

Galvin leads Mickey out of the room.

INT. FIRST CORRIDOR COURTHOUSE - DAY

Mickey and Galvin silhouetted against a window at the end of

the dark corridor, arguing.

MICKEY:

(enraged)

Are you out of your mind...?

GALVIN:

...I'm going to need your help...

MICKEY:

You need my help...? You need a

goddamn keeper... are you telling me

that you turned down two-hundred-ten

grand?

(beat)

Huh...? Are you nuts? Eh? Are you

nuts. What are you going to do, bring

her back to life?

GALVIN:

I'm going to help her.

MICKEY:

To do what...? To do what, for

chrissake...? To help her to do what?

She's dead...

GALVIN:

They killed her. And they're trying

to buy it...

MICKEY:

That's the point, you stupid f***.

Let them buy it. We let them buy the

case. That's what I took it for. You

let this drop -- we'll go up to New

Hampshire, kill some f***in' deer...

He turns away.

GALVIN:

Mick. Mick. Mick...

MICKEY:

What?

GALVIN:

You -- Listen:
you said to me, 'if

not now, when...'

MICKEY:

I know what I said but not now. You

won it. Franky. You won it. When

they give you the money, that means

that you won. We don't want to go to

court -- is this getting to you...?

You know who the attorney is for the Archdiocese, Eddie

Concannon.

GALVIN:

...he's a good man...

MICKEY:

...he's a good man...? He's the Prince

of F***in' Darkness... he'll have

people in there testifying that the

broad is well -- they saw her Tuesday

on a surfboard at Hyannis... don't

f*** with this case.

GALVIN:

...I have to stand up for her...

MICKEY:

Frank, but not now. Frank. You're

trying to wipe out some old business.

But not now. I understand. But you

go call 'em back. You call the Bishop

back.

GALVIN:

I have to try this case. I have to

do it, Mick. I've got to stand up

for that girl. I need your help.

(beat)

Mick, will you help me...?

(beat)

Will you help me...?

INT. CONCANNON OFFICES CORRIDOR --DAY

A young ATTORNEY in shirt-sleeves and vest racing through a

huge, ultra-modern, ultra-successful legal office. The office

is near empty. A couple of secretaries are at their desks, a

couple of lawyers in their cubicles. The CAMERA FOLLOWS the

Attorney tearing through the corridors of the office, up a

spiral staircase, through yet more office space, into:

INT. CONCANNON CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

...a conference room. Mahogany, tinted glass, a panoramic

view of Boston. Twenty-five attorneys, male and female, mostly

young, gaze at the young Attorney as he enters the room. He

stops running. He approaches the front of the room

tentatively. Standing at the blackboard in front of the

conference room is EDWARD CONCANNON. Senior partner of the

firm, late fifties, imposing, he radiates success. As the

young Attorney approaches Concannon he is stopped with a

gesture. Concannon addresses the room.

CONCANNON:

(smiling)

Anybody ever hear, 'For want of a

shoe a horse was lost?' Who's going

on vacation tomorrow?

A young MAN raises his hand.

CONCANNON:

Friedman. St. Barts. is that right?

FRIEDMAN:

Yessir.

CONCANNON:

(to secretary taking

notes at the side of

the room)

Send Mrs. Friedman a dozen roses

tomorrow morning please, Sal. I tell

you what, send her a sunlamp.

(smiles, there is

laughter from the

room; to Friedman,

sympathetic)

I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay.

No vacations till this thing is

cleared.

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