LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com
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EXLEY Ask for Captain Dudley Smith. We'll have a party. Hot dogs and sauerkraut. A beat as Loew considers his options. LOEW It's okay. These are police (as she leaves) WHAT do you want? EXLEY I want D.A. bureau men to tail Dudley Smith twenty-four hours a day; I want you to get a judge to authorize a wire tap on his home phone; I want authorization to check his bank records and I want it all in an hour. LOEW On what evidence? EXLEY None. Call it a hunch. LOEW (incredulous) Absolutely not. Dudley Smith is a highly decorated member of this city's police department and I won't smear his name without -- EXLEY Without what, his smearing yours first? What's he got on you, Loew? Pictures of you and an out of work actor with your pants down? LOEW Do you have any proof? EXLEY The proof had his throat slit. (a beat) So far you're not denying it. LOEW I'm not going to dignify youwith answers. If you'll excuse me, I've got a Jack Vincennes press conference to prepare for. Loew enters his bathroom. Bud looks to Exley who nods: Go.
OFFICE BATHROOM Loew is at the mirror clipping a few stray nose hairs. Bud enters full of menace followed by Exley. LOEW Unless you're here to wipe my ass, I think we're through. Bud just glares at him. Loew shakes his head. LOEW Don't try this good cop/bad cop with me. I practically invented it. And so what if some homo actor is dead. Boys, girls, ten of them step off the bus to L.A. every day. The MIRROR SPIDERWEBS as Bud slams Loew's face into it. Bud swings him around, forces him forward and shoves his head in the toilet. He holds it there, finally lets Loew up for breath. Then backhands: one, two, three. BUD Dudley Smith. Spill. LOEW Call him off, Exley! EXLEY I don't know how. More backhands. Holding Loew by the scruff of the neck, Bud marches him past Exley and back into the... INNER OFFICE Bud heaves up the window, practically throws Loew through it. Loew catches hold of the window framing. Bud hammers his hands loose with a fist and pushes him through. OUTSIDE Bud holds his leg. Loew screams as coins, comb and wallet spill from his pockets, plummet toward the street below. INNER OFFICE Bud shakes Loew, could drop him at any time.
- Page 67 and 68: EXLEY How's it going to look on you
- Page 69 and 70: ELEVATOR Coates watches as the elev
- Page 71 and 72: INT. STATE ASSEMBLY - CHAMBER - DAY
- Page 73 and 74: DUDLEY Breaking a big case sticks y
- Page 75 and 76: Yeah. JACK Jack doesn't really feel
- Page 77 and 78: REYNOLDS I can't do it. HUDGEONS Ta
- Page 79 and 80: INT. LYNN BRACKEN'S (1736 NOTTINGHA
- Page 81 and 82: INT. AFTER HOURS CLUB - NIGHT The B
- Page 83 and 84: EXLEY Until he gunned down six peop
- Page 85 and 86: BUD It's like they knew they were g
- Page 87 and 88: DEN Innocuous except for the smell.
- Page 89 and 90: EXLEY Officer White? A sweet man. E
- Page 91 and 92: EXLEY Do you make the three Negroes
- Page 93 and 94: Should I? STOMPANATO BUD His file l
- Page 95 and 96: They stand, kiss again. Lynn's gown
- Page 97 and 98: INT. 1184 GRETNA GREEN (PATCHETT'S)
- Page 99 and 100: EXLEY Miss Bracken, I'm Lieutenant
- Page 101 and 102: INT. PACIFIC DINING CAR - NIGHT Jac
- Page 103 and 104: LYNN Like recognizes like. I'm pret
- Page 105 and 106: JACK Have you a valediction, lad? D
- Page 107 and 108: EXLEY We got a dead ex-cop and a gi
- Page 109 and 110: And? DUDLEY HUDGEONS In my car. Bla
- Page 111 and 112: EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'
- Page 113 and 114: EXLEY Look. Dudley and Meeks go way
- Page 115 and 116: BUD There are no rules! Why the fuc
- Page 117: EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'
- Page 121 and 122: BUD They never made a match on the
- Page 123 and 124: BUD You wanted to meet here? EXLEY
- Page 125 and 126: EXLEY I'm thinking we might walk aw
- Page 127 and 128: EXLEY Something like that. DUDLEY R
- Page 129 and 130: OBSERVATION ROOM Loew leans over, w
- Page 131: The car moves. A turn into traffic,
OFFICE BATHROOM<br />
Loew is at the mirror clipping a few stray nose hairs.<br />
Bud enters full of menace followed by Exley.<br />
LOEW<br />
Unless you're here to wipe my ass,<br />
I think we're through.<br />
Bud just glares at him. Loew shakes his head.<br />
LOEW<br />
Don't try this good cop/bad cop<br />
with me. I practically<br />
invented it. And so what if some<br />
homo actor is dead. Boys, girls,<br />
ten of them step off the bus to<br />
L.A. every day.<br />
The MIRROR SPIDERWEBS as Bud slams Loew's face into it.<br />
Bud swings him around, forces him forward and shoves his<br />
head in the toilet.<br />
He holds it there, finally lets Loew up for breath. Then<br />
backhands: one, two, three.<br />
BUD<br />
Dudley Smith. Spill.<br />
LOEW<br />
Call him off, Exley!<br />
EXLEY<br />
I don't know how.<br />
More backhands. Holding Loew by the scruff of the neck,<br />
Bud marches him past Exley and back into the...<br />
INNER OFFICE<br />
Bud heaves up the window, practically throws Loew through<br />
it. Loew catches hold of the window framing. Bud<br />
hammers his hands loose with a fist and pushes him<br />
through.<br />
OUTSIDE<br />
Bud holds his leg. Loew screams as coins, <strong>com</strong>b and<br />
wallet spill from his pockets, plummet toward the street<br />
below.<br />
INNER OFFICE<br />
Bud shakes Loew, could drop him at any time.
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