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104 INT. McKINLEY'S OFFICE 104

Beetroot. Exploding.

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TWINS - Rev. 5/9/88 78.

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McKINLEY

Listen, you little sh*t-for-brains

peckerwood, you're out of your

goddam crazy diseased greedy mind!

We can see the briefcase now by the way -- it's open and

seems quite full of money.

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105 INT. VINCE'S APARTMENT - VINCE - DAY 105

clearing his throat, taken aback by the violence of

Beetroot's tone.

VINCE:

I guess twenty seems a little high

to you. I'm a reasonable guy --

I'll take fifteen --

McKINLEY (V.O.)

Listen to me, you poor excuse for

a warmed over turd, a deal's a

deal --

VINCE:

-- But --

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106 INT. McKINLEY'S OFFICE - CLOSEUP - McKINLEY - DAY 106

McKINLEY

Don't 'but' me, the deal is five --

VINCE (V.O.)

I can do better than five here.

McKINLEY

(on his feet -- in a

fury)

If you can do better than five

million dollars, take it! *

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107 INT. VINCE'S APARTMENT - VINCE - DAY 107

as the words "five million dollars" really sink in.

We are looking at what just might be the high moment of

his life.

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TWINS - Rev. 5/2/88 79/80.

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VINCE:

(hard to breathe)

F-five million dollars...

He writes down the proper amount now: $5,000,000. Then

he kisses the piece of paper.

VINCE:

(into phone)

Beetroot?

McKINLEY (V.O.)

What?

VINCE:

I'll see you in Houston -- after

all, fair is fair.

(staring at the

written $5,000,000)

I'll just have to find it in my

heart to live with your offer...

Vince hangs up, jumps up and screams with joy. He puts

the cassette in his pocket, crumples up the piece of

paper, and sky-hooks it into the waste basket.

VINCE:

Five million dollars!

108 OMITTED 108

109 INT. AL'S HOUSE - DAY 109

Al and his wife Carla are tied to chairs in the dining

room. Webster sits between them, drinking a cup of

coffee and calmly loading his gun.

WEBSTER *

Your boss at the lot told me you *

were on duty when the Cadillac *

clocked in. Now what's his name? *

AL:

Okay... His name is Vince Benedict.

Webster puts down the gun, jots down the name.

WEBSTER:

That's certainly a beginning.

CARLA:

(to Al)

I'm really disappointed in you --

ratting on your best friend.

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WEBSTER:

(to Carla)

My best friend who's been

screwing my wife for three years.

CARLA:

You knew?

AL:

All three years.

CARLA:

(indicating Webster;

angry)

And you never told me until there

was a stranger listening? Sh*t,

what about my reputation?

WEBSTER:

Where can I find Mister Benedict?

AL:

I'm not saying.

WEBSTER:

Let me get this right -- You're

protecting the weasel who's been *

screwing your wife for the past

three years.

AL:

He's my friend.

WEBSTER:

Well, I guess I'll have to beat

it out of you --

Webster suddenly kicks over the chair with Al on it.

Carla screams --

CARLA:

Stop -- I'll tell -- He lives at

1622 Westridge Place -- He's got

an office at the corner of

Highland and Hollywood.

Webster writes it all down.

AL:

Thanks for saving me.

CARLA:

I always loved you, Al.

(MORE)

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CARLA (CONT'D)

It's just I couldn't resist Vince.

It's those eyes -- he does this

thing with his eyes...

AL:

I love you too, Carla.

WEBSTER:

(getting up,

heading for the

door, shaking his

head)

No one's gonna believe this one.

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