LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com
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BUD (softly) I spent years trying not to live down to mine. (thinking) We should block off the bathroom. They could come through -- A CREAK outside the front door. Bud levels the SHOTGUN. BOOM! The DOOR is BLOWN OFF ITS HINGES. We see the figure of a man sprawl back in the dirt. In the darkness beyond, MUZZLE FLASHES from all around. Exley and Bud RETURN FIRE. We hear the BACK WINDOW BREAK under a MUFFLED BLOW. Bud charges back, yanks down the mattress revealing two men climbing through. Sitting ducks: torn apart by THREE TRIPLE-AUGHT ROUNDS close in. A beat, then... We got him! EXLEY Bud smiles, in on the plan as theres an answering WHOOP. A third man looks through the window. BOOM! Bud nails him. Bud motions Exley to stay put, then slips out the window. EXT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT Bud crouches, looks between the cinder blocks supporting the room. Two sets of feet shuffling along. Bud FIRES the SHOTGUN. Shrieks as the men go down. Bud extends the .38 to fire point blank headshots. Then... Bud flattens himself as a wicked CROSSFIRE TEARS UP ROOM 6. INT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT Exley is forced down as well, lying flat as plaster rains down. The door frame splinters as more Dudley men charge in. Four men with rifles. One is Patchett's Burly Bodyguard. They spot Exley lying there. Hushed whispers as they approach: "Dead meat." "Be careful." Kicks in the side. The men look at each other, sneer. Exley jerks a foot. The foot man stumbles as Exley spins around SHOOTING. FIRING the .45 and his own .38. All four men go down. Exley stands, digs into his pocket to reload. Bud scrambles back through the window. Exley looks over and smiles as Bud reloads the shotgun. It's dead quiet.
EXLEY I'm thinking we might walk away from this. At that instant, Dudley steps through the bathroom door. He's got Exley dead to rights. As he squeezes the trigger, Bud leaps forward, pushes Exley hard to the ground. The SHOT passes through Bud's back by his left shoulder blade. It spins him around. A SECOND SHOT to the stomach slows him to a walk as he charges Dudley. A THIRD ROUND SHATTERS Bud's jaw, but still he comes. Driven by rage, his hands reaching for Dudley's throat. He even gets hold before a FOURTH SLUG tears his chest. Bud falls hard. Dudley swings his aim to Exley who's just managed to shake the cobwebs of being flattened by Bud. A frozen moment. DUDLEY I'm loathe to kill my brother officers, Edmund. EXLEY Tell that to Jack Vincennes. To Stensland. DUDLEY Jack was a shame, but Dick Stensland had the audacity to try to sell me my own heroin. Through his whore girl friend. I sent him to make the buy. The rest is history. Why? EXLEY DUDLEY A vacuum, Edmund. That's what we have in Los Angeles. Sending Mickey Cohen up created it. My containment work maintained it. Certain photographs guarantee it. Organized crime has been held back, but there's still a demand for the services it provides. EXLEY And now you'll provide them.
- 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 and 118: EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'
- Page 119 and 120: OFFICE BATHROOM Loew is at the mirr
- Page 121 and 122: BUD They never made a match on the
- Page 123: BUD You wanted to meet here? EXLEY
- 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,
BUD<br />
(softly)<br />
I spent years trying not to live<br />
down to mine.<br />
(thinking)<br />
We should block off the bathroom.<br />
They could <strong>com</strong>e through --<br />
A CREAK outside the front door. Bud levels the SHOTGUN.<br />
BOOM! The DOOR is BLOWN OFF ITS HINGES. We see the<br />
figure of a man sprawl back in the dirt. In the darkness<br />
beyond, MUZZLE F<strong>LA</strong>SHES from all around. Exley and Bud<br />
RETURN FIRE.<br />
We hear the BACK WINDOW BREAK under a MUFFLED BLOW. Bud<br />
charges back, yanks down the mattress revealing two men<br />
climbing through. Sitting ducks: torn apart by THREE<br />
TRIPLE-AUGHT ROUNDS close in. A beat, then...<br />
We got him!<br />
EXLEY<br />
Bud smiles, in on the plan as theres an answering WHOOP.<br />
A third man looks through the window. BOOM! Bud nails<br />
him.<br />
Bud motions Exley to stay put, then slips out the window.<br />
EXT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT<br />
Bud crouches, looks between the cinder blocks supporting<br />
the room. Two sets of feet shuffling along. Bud FIRES<br />
the SHOTGUN. Shrieks as the men go down. Bud extends<br />
the .38 to fire point blank headshots. Then...<br />
Bud flattens himself as a wicked CROSSFIRE TEARS UP ROOM<br />
6.<br />
INT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT<br />
Exley is forced down as well, lying flat as plaster rains<br />
down.<br />
The door frame splinters as more Dudley men charge in.<br />
Four men with rifles. One is Patchett's Burly Bodyguard.<br />
They spot Exley lying there. Hushed whispers as they<br />
approach: "Dead meat." "Be careful." Kicks in the<br />
side. The men look at each other, sneer.<br />
Exley jerks a foot. The foot man stumbles as Exley spins<br />
around SHOOTING. FIRING the .45 and his own .38. All<br />
four men go down. Exley stands, digs into his pocket to<br />
reload.<br />
Bud scrambles back through the window. Exley looks over<br />
and smiles as Bud reloads the shotgun. It's dead quiet.
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