LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com
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REDNECK I don't know... As Redneck thinks, Exley steps up. He's overheard. EXLEY I'll take those odds. (to Redneck) Take off. We got it from here. Jack stares. Redneck shrugs, spits tobacco juice in a cup. REDNECK Between the two of you guys, you should bring along a photographer. INT. HOLLYWOOD LIQUOR - DAY Last time we saw the Owner was Christmas Eve. He looks up from a customer as Bud strides in, badge out front. BUD I need an address on a customer of yours. Her name was Lynn. OWNER That's all I have to go on? BUD Yeah. And I think you already know who I mean, so cough it up. OWNER Lynn Bracken. There's a billing address and a delivery address. BUD Give me both. Billing first. EXT. 1184 GRETNA GREEN, BRENTWOOD (PATCHETT'S) - DAY A big, pink Spanish mansion with lots of tile. Also last seen outside Hollywood Liquor on Christmas Eve, Pierce Patchett is in the front yard, chipping golf balls over a koi pond. They land in a tight grouping. As he tees up: BUD (O.S.) You must slay 'em at the country club. Bud's halfway up the walk. Patchett sees the cuffs hooked to his belt. Patchett is cool as can be. BUD Are you Pierce Patchett?
PATCHETT I am. Are you soliciting for police charities? The last time, you people called at my office. BUD I'm a homicide detective. Where were you last night? PATCHETT I was here, hosting a party. Who was killed and why do you think I can help? BUD Richard Stensland. PATCHETT I don't know him. Mr... BUD Officer White. How about Susan Lefferts? You know her? PATCHETT (sighs, concedes) You know I do or you wouldn't be here. How did you find me? BUD We met outside Hollywood Liquors on Christmas Eve. This is where Lynn Bracken's booze bills go. Of course... PATCHETT BUD Sue Lefferts died at the Nite Owl. I'm investigating. Patchett studies Bud a beat, weighing his options. Patchett's burly BODYGUARD starts over from the house. BODYGUARD Everything alright, Mr. Patchett? PATCHETT (waves him off) Fine, Philip. Thank you. BUD Where's the other guy? Buzz.
- Page 1 and 2: L.A. CONFIDENTIAL by Brian Helgelan
- Page 3 and 4: INT. THE MOCAMBO - NIGHT A CLUB PHO
- Page 5 and 6: COHEN Bullshit. What's the charge?
- Page 7 and 8: Without warning, Bud grabs Stompana
- Page 9 and 10: The Actress storms off. Jack looks
- Page 11 and 12: HUDGEONS Remember: you heard it fir
- Page 13 and 14: MEEKS Cut me some slack. I used to
- Page 15 and 16: DUDLEY This way, gentlemen. Dudley'
- Page 17 and 18: DUDLEY Would you be willing to rig
- Page 19 and 20: OPERATOR (V.O.) (filtered) Please h
- Page 21 and 22: Cops block Exley's way. As Bud look
- Page 23 and 24: EXLEY The public demands justice, s
- Page 25 and 26: LOEW But my office has a stellar wi
- Page 27 and 28: CLERK Edmund J. Exley to chambers.
- Page 29 and 30: BUD He helped me out once. That's a
- Page 31 and 32: with a gold shovel. Pierce Patchett
- Page 33 and 34: EXT. McNEIL PENITENTIARY - DAY Grim
- Page 35 and 36: INT. HUSH-HUSH MAGAZINE OFFICE - DA
- Page 37 and 38: STENSLAND Don't look so down in the
- Page 39 and 40: meat wagons cut off by the crown. A
- Page 41 and 42: FLATNOSE I don't know. No one knows
- Page 43 and 44: BUD What happened? EXLEY Someone he
- Page 45: CHIEF Enough on that. Gentlemen, ju
- Page 49 and 50: PATCHETT Wait. Our deal still holds
- Page 51 and 52: JACK We're looking for three colore
- Page 53 and 54: BUD You use words like that, you mi
- Page 55 and 56: BUD You look better than Veronica L
- Page 57 and 58: EXLEY Quiet. I'm ranking officer he
- Page 59 and 60: EXLEY Did one of the officers work
- Page 61 and 62: EXLEY Why were you throwing clothes
- Page 63 and 64: EXLEY Larry, he called you queer. H
- Page 65 and 66: BUD One in six. Where's the girl? E
- 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
REDNECK<br />
I don't know...<br />
As Redneck thinks, Exley steps up. He's overheard.<br />
EXLEY<br />
I'll take those odds.<br />
(to Redneck)<br />
Take off. We got it from here.<br />
Jack stares. Redneck shrugs, spits tobacco juice in a<br />
cup.<br />
REDNECK<br />
Between the two of you guys, you<br />
should bring along a photographer.<br />
INT. HOLLYWOOD LIQUOR - DAY<br />
Last time we saw the Owner was Christmas Eve. He looks<br />
up from a customer as Bud strides in, badge out front.<br />
BUD<br />
I need an address on a customer of<br />
yours. Her name was Lynn.<br />
OWNER<br />
That's all I have to go on?<br />
BUD<br />
Yeah. And I think you already<br />
know who I mean, so cough it up.<br />
OWNER<br />
Lynn Bracken. There's a billing<br />
address and a delivery address.<br />
BUD<br />
Give me both. Billing first.<br />
EXT. 1184 GRETNA GREEN, BRENTWOOD (PATCHETT'S) - DAY<br />
A big, pink Spanish mansion with lots of tile. Also last<br />
seen outside Hollywood Liquor on Christmas Eve, Pierce<br />
Patchett is in the front yard, chipping golf balls over a<br />
koi pond. They land in a tight grouping. As he tees up:<br />
BUD (O.S.)<br />
You must slay 'em at the country<br />
club.<br />
Bud's halfway up the walk. Patchett sees the cuffs<br />
hooked to his belt. Patchett is cool as can be.<br />
BUD<br />
Are you Pierce Patchett?
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