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But no one moves to do so. HUDGEONS Fellas? (nervous) We had a deal. You, me and Patchett, We're a team! (scared) Come on, we're friends. We're -- As Hudgeons protests, Dudley slaps a hand over his mouth. Hush-hush... DUDLEY As Breuning and Carlisle move in... INT. RECORDS ROOM - LAPD - DAY A wormish CLERK searches dusty filing cabinets with dates like 1939 and 1940. The same ones Jack looked through. Exley steps over from another row. Anything? Nothing. EXLEY CLERK EXLEY So on active duty, Meeks didn't make an arrest from 1938 to '43. CLERK Someone must've pulled the records. Exley ponders the implications. Taking out the photo of Meeks, he gets an idea. EXLEY Where are the police academy files? CLERK I don't have time. I have -- EXLEY Just show me where they are!

EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'S) - DAY Blue, Lynn sits on her porch watching the rain come down. A SCREECHING on the wet street as Bud's PACKARD pulls up. She watches as he gets out and starts for the house. Lynn stands, holds her arms out. Bud stops short on the steps, out of reach, the rain soaking him. BUD Did you talk to Exley? LYNN Come in out of the rain. In the morning we'll have both our stories for breakfast. Lightning flashes. Bud shakes hs head. BUD I want to know about Exley. LYNN He's the opposite of you. He's more like me. Cold, calculating. BUD How'd you get to know so much about him? More lightning. Lynn looks God-awful sad. LYNN Come in out of the rain, Bud. BUD You gonna tell me what happened with you and Exley? We talked. LYNN BUD So tell me about it. LYNN (looking away) In the morning. BUD No. Now. (a beat) You fucked him. Too tired to lie anymore, Lynn finally just nods. LYNN I thought I was helping you. I thought --

EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'S) - DAY<br />

Blue, Lynn sits on her porch watching the rain <strong>com</strong>e down.<br />

A SCREECHING on the wet street as Bud's PACKARD pulls up.<br />

She watches as he gets out and starts for the house.<br />

Lynn stands, holds her arms out. Bud stops short on the<br />

steps, out of reach, the rain soaking him.<br />

BUD<br />

Did you talk to Exley?<br />

LYNN<br />

Come in out of the rain. In the<br />

morning we'll have both our<br />

stories for breakfast.<br />

Lightning flashes. Bud shakes hs head.<br />

BUD<br />

I want to know about Exley.<br />

LYNN<br />

He's the opposite of you. He's<br />

more like me. Cold, calculating.<br />

BUD<br />

How'd you get to know so much<br />

about him?<br />

More lightning. Lynn looks God-awful sad.<br />

LYNN<br />

Come in out of the rain, Bud.<br />

BUD<br />

You gonna tell me what happened<br />

with you and Exley?<br />

We talked.<br />

LYNN<br />

BUD<br />

So tell me about it.<br />

LYNN<br />

(looking away)<br />

In the morning.<br />

BUD<br />

No. Now.<br />

(a beat)<br />

You fucked him.<br />

Too tired to lie anymore, Lynn finally just nods.<br />

LYNN<br />

I thought I was helping you. I<br />

thought --

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