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JACK Twelve years ago he worked a vice roust with Dick Stensland. They arrested a Pierce Patchett on an extortion scam. Guy ran hookers. He'd have them photographed with their johns, then double-dip for some blackmail. Charges got dropped. Insufficient evidence. You were supervising officer on the case and I was wondering if you remember anything about it. DUDLEY What's this all about, lad? JACK Part of it has to do with a murder. I've been working with Ed Exley on it. DUDLEY You're Narco, lad, not Homicide. And since when do you work with Edmund? JACK It's a private investigation. I fucked something up and I want to make amends. DUDLEY (smiles, then...) Don't start trying to do the right thing, John. You haven't had enough practice. Dudley walks over, hands Jack his coffee. DUDLEY Have you discussed this with anyone else, John? No. JACK DUDLEY Not even with Exley? Jack shakes his head. Dudley raises a REVOLVER. He FIRES it at point-blank range, right into Jack's heart. Jack hits the floor, his cheek pressed flat on the linoleum. Jack opens his mouth to speak. His lips form the words, but no sound comes out. Dudley crouches down beside him.

JACK Have you a valediction, lad? Dudley leans low, gives Jack an ear. As he dies... JACK Rollo Tomasi... Dudley frowns in ignorance at the name. INT. LAPD HEADQUARTERS - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY Nothing mobilizes the police like losing one of their own. Dudley is at the podium along with Exley. Dozens of detectives take notes, including Bud White. DUDLEY Sergeant Vincennes' body was found in Echo Park at ten o'clock this morning. Killed by a single .38 round to the heart. One of our own, gentlemen. We cannot tolerate it. Justice must be swift and merciless. That's all. As the men move odd, Dudley approaches Exley. DUDLEY Edmund, a word with you. We received a tip this morning. Did Vincennes ever mention the name Rollo Tomasi? Exley tries to look like he's thinking as Jack calls from the grave. Screaming the name Dudley! EXLEY No... Where'd the tip come from? DUDLEY Anonymous. Probably nothing. As Dudley moves off, Exley watches him go. Scared. INT. LAPD HEADQUARTERS - BUD WHITE'S DESK - DAY Bud looks over as Dudley sits down across from him. DUDLEY You're perplexing to me these days, Wendell. You're not your old, cruel self anymore. I need proof that the extracurricular work I had planned for you remains within your grasp.

JACK<br />

Have you a valediction, lad?<br />

Dudley leans low, gives Jack an ear. As he dies...<br />

JACK<br />

Rollo Tomasi...<br />

Dudley frowns in ignorance at the name.<br />

INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD HEADQUARTERS - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY<br />

Nothing mobilizes the police like losing one of their<br />

own. Dudley is at the podium along with Exley. Dozens<br />

of detectives take notes, including Bud White.<br />

DUDLEY<br />

Sergeant Vincennes' body was found<br />

in Echo Park at ten o'clock this<br />

morning. Killed by a single .38<br />

round to the heart. One of our<br />

own, gentlemen. We cannot<br />

tolerate it. Justice must be<br />

swift and merciless. That's all.<br />

As the men move odd, Dudley approaches Exley.<br />

DUDLEY<br />

Edmund, a word with you. We<br />

received a tip this morning. Did<br />

Vincennes ever mention the name<br />

Rollo Tomasi?<br />

Exley tries to look like he's thinking as Jack calls from<br />

the grave. Screaming the name Dudley!<br />

EXLEY<br />

No... Where'd the tip <strong>com</strong>e from?<br />

DUDLEY<br />

Anonymous. Probably nothing.<br />

As Dudley moves off, Exley watches him go. Scared.<br />

INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD HEADQUARTERS - BUD WHITE'S DESK - DAY<br />

Bud looks over as Dudley sits down across from him.<br />

DUDLEY<br />

You're perplexing to me these<br />

days, Wendell. You're not your<br />

old, cruel self anymore. I need<br />

proof that the extracurricular<br />

work I had planned for you remains<br />

within your grasp.

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