LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com

LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com

screenplay.com
from screenplay.com More from this publisher
27.03.2013 Views

LYNN It galls you that I know so much about you. You don't have information to compete. EXLEY Don't underestimate me, Miss Bracken. LYNN The way you've underestimated Bud White? Exley's had it. A menacing step forward. Lynn's smile becomes a laugh. Lost to himself, Exley leans in and kisses her. Lynn pulls back, then kisses back. In a beat, they're rolling to the floor, shedding clothes. As they trash the furniture, Lynn looks over his shoulder at her own reflection in a closet door mirror. REVERSE ANGLE - INSIDE CLOSET Two-way glass. Sid Hudgeons is in here SNAPPING pictures. As Lynn and Exley continue with their frantic lovemaking... INT. FORENSIC LAB - NIGHT Ray Pinker rubs his tired eyes. PINKER God bless dental records. Stiff used to be a cop. Turner Meeks. BUZZ Meeks? You knew him? JACK PINKER JACK Of him. He was around when I first joined the force. A bad egg. Pinker could care less. As Jack's wheels turn... INT. LAPD - RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT Jack searches dusty filing cabinets with dates like 1939 and 1940. Reading one headed "Meeks," Jack lets out a low whistle. He's found something.

INT. PACIFIC DINING CAR - NIGHT Jack waits at the bar, watches the door anxiously. JACK Come on, Exley. Where are you? INT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN'S) - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Spent, Exley and Lynn sit, half-dressed, on the floor. They're quiet. Then, through a smile: How was I? EXLEY LYNN Oh, the best I ever had. Absolutely the best. EXLEY (laughs) You sound like you mean it. LYNN The silver screen's loss is your gain. EXLEY How about White? LYNN You want to know what Bud's like in bed? She actually embarrasses him with that one. EXLEY I want to know why you see him. Is it a Patchett payoff? LYNN I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the warmth he has inside him. EXLEY I'll take your word for it. LYNN I see Bud because he makes me feel like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money. I see him because he doesn't know how to disguise who he is. There's more if you want to hear it.

LYNN<br />

It galls you that I know so much<br />

about you. You don't have<br />

information to <strong>com</strong>pete.<br />

EXLEY<br />

Don't underestimate me, Miss<br />

Bracken.<br />

LYNN<br />

The way you've underestimated Bud<br />

White?<br />

Exley's had it. A menacing step forward. Lynn's smile<br />

be<strong>com</strong>es a laugh. Lost to himself, Exley leans in and<br />

kisses her. Lynn pulls back, then kisses back. In a<br />

beat, they're rolling to the floor, shedding clothes.<br />

As they trash the furniture, Lynn looks over his shoulder<br />

at her own reflection in a closet door mirror.<br />

REVERSE ANGLE - INSIDE CLOSET<br />

Two-way glass. Sid Hudgeons is in here SNAPPING<br />

pictures. As Lynn and Exley continue with their frantic<br />

lovemaking...<br />

INT. FORENSIC <strong>LA</strong>B - NIGHT<br />

Ray Pinker rubs his tired eyes.<br />

PINKER<br />

God bless dental records. Stiff<br />

used to be a cop. Turner Meeks.<br />

BUZZ Meeks?<br />

You knew him?<br />

JACK<br />

PINKER<br />

JACK<br />

Of him. He was around when I<br />

first joined the force. A bad<br />

egg.<br />

Pinker could care less. As Jack's wheels turn...<br />

INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD - RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT<br />

Jack searches dusty filing cabinets with dates like 1939<br />

and 1940. Reading one headed "Meeks," Jack lets out a<br />

low whistle. He's found something.

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!