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Bud opens Meeks' wallet, pulls out a couple hundred bucks and gives them to Mrs. Lefferts. BUD Here. Compliments of the Los Angeles Police Department. INT. FORENSICS LAB - DAY Ray Pinker looks up from an autopsy as Exley enters. PINKER Hey, just in time for our stomach of the week. Frankfurters with sauerkraut, French fries, Coca-Cola, alcohol and sperm. Jesus, what a last supper. The stiff is Matt Reynolds! Pinker continues working away. EXLEY The Nite Owl. Anything bothering you about the case? PINKER Yeah. The fact that you guys won't let it get filed away. EXLEY What are you talking about? PINKER Bud White grilled me on it this morning. You know, he's not as dumb as I thought. As Exley's head swims... EXT. LEFFERTS' HOUSE (SAN BERNARDINO) - DAY Mrs. Lefferts waters the grass, watches as a car pulls up. Exley gets up, starts toward her. She drops the hose and runs for the front door Exley cuts her off. MRS. LEFFERTS Let my Susie rest in peace! EXLEY Mrs. Lefferts, I just want to ask a few questions. MRS. LEFFERTS That other policeman already checked under the house and found not a thing amiss.

EXLEY Officer White? A sweet man. EXLEY (thinking out loud) Under the house. MRS. LEFFERTS MRS. LEFFERTS All he found were rodents. No signs of foul play. So there. Exley spots the entrance to the crawlspace. He hurries over, enters nearly flat on his belly. Mrs. Lefferts calls in after him. MRS. LEFFERTS My daughter was a virgin! EXLEY (O.S.) I don't doubt it -- Oh, God. INT. HOLLYWOOD STATION - JACK'S DESK - DAY Jack sits unshaven and hung-over, the dregs of the Scotch bottle on the desk. He considers a framed "Badge of Honor" photo: Jack and Brett Chase, before a banner "To Protect and Serve." Jack punches a fist through it. INT. LAPD - FORENSICS LAB - DAY Exley walks alonside as a body bag is wheeled into the lab atop a gurney. Pinker steps over. EXLEY I need an I.D. ASAP. You talk only to me on this one. INT. JACK'S DESK - DAY Sitting in disgust, Jack spots something amidst all the clutter -- the Great Jerk-Off Books of 1962. He flips one over, looks at the Fleur-de-Lis stamp. Jack remembers something Matt Reynolds told him. He dials the phone. JACK Yeah. Sergeant Jack Vincennes requesting. I need the home address on a Pierce Patchett.

EXLEY<br />

Officer White?<br />

A sweet man.<br />

EXLEY<br />

(thinking<br />

out loud)<br />

Under the house.<br />

MRS. LEFFERTS<br />

MRS. LEFFERTS<br />

All he found were rodents. No<br />

signs of foul play. So there.<br />

Exley spots the entrance to the crawlspace. He hurries<br />

over, enters nearly flat on his belly. Mrs. Lefferts<br />

calls in after him.<br />

MRS. LEFFERTS<br />

My daughter was a virgin!<br />

EXLEY (O.S.)<br />

I don't doubt it -- Oh, God.<br />

INT. HOLLYWOOD STATION - JACK'S DESK - DAY<br />

Jack sits unshaven and hung-over, the dregs of the Scotch<br />

bottle on the desk. He considers a framed "Badge of<br />

Honor" photo: Jack and Brett Chase, before a banner "To<br />

Protect and Serve." Jack punches a fist through it.<br />

INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD - FORENSICS <strong>LA</strong>B - DAY<br />

Exley walks alonside as a body bag is wheeled into the<br />

lab atop a gurney. Pinker steps over.<br />

EXLEY<br />

I need an I.D. ASAP. You talk<br />

only to me on this one.<br />

INT. JACK'S DESK - DAY<br />

Sitting in disgust, Jack spots something amidst all the<br />

clutter -- the Great Jerk-Off Books of 1962. He flips<br />

one over, looks at the Fleur-de-Lis stamp. Jack<br />

remembers something Matt Reynolds told him. He dials the<br />

phone.<br />

JACK<br />

Yeah. Sergeant Jack Vincennes<br />

requesting. I need the home<br />

address on a Pierce Patchett.

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