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VERBAL
You keep trying to lay this whole ride on Keaton. It
wasn't like that. Sure he knew, but Edie had him all turned around. I'm telling
you straight, I swear.
KUJAN
Let me tell you something. I know Dean Keaton. I've
been investigating him for three years. The guy I know is a cold-blooded
bastard. L.A.P.D. indicted him on three counts of murder before he was kicked
off the force, so don't sell me the hooker with the heart of gold.
VERBAL
You got him wrong.
KUJAN
Do I? Keaton was under indictment a total of seven
times when he was on the force. In every case, witnesses either reversed their
testimony to the grand jury or died before they could testify. When they
finally did nail him for fraud, he spent five years in Sing Sing. He killed
three prisoners inside – one with a knife in the tailbone while he strangled
him to death. Of course I can't prove this but I can't prove the best part
either.
Kujan pauses to drink some coffee.
KUJAN (CONT'D)
Dean Keaton was dead. Did you know that? He died in a
fire two years ago during an investigation into the murder of a witness who was
going to testify against him. Two people saw Keaton enter a warehouse he owned
just before it went up. They said he had gone in to check a leaking gas main.
It blew up and took all of Dean Keaton with it. Within three months of the
explosion, the two witnesses were dead, one killed himself in his car and the
other fell down an open elevator shaft.
INT. WORKSHOP
Rabin and Louis look at one another as they listen.
KUJAN
(on speaker)
Six weeks ago I get an anonymous call telling me I can
find Keaton eating at Mondino's with his lawyer, and there he is. Now because
he never profited from his alleged death and because someone else was convicted
for the murder we tried to pin on Keaton, we had to let him go.
INT. RABIN'S OFFICE
KUJAN (CONT'D)
He was dead just long enough for a murder rap to blow
over, then he had lunch.
VERBAL
I don't know about that.
KUJAN
I don't think you do. But you say you saw Keaton die.
I think you're covering his ass and he's still out there somewhere. I think he
was behind that whole circus in the harbor. My bet is he's using you because
you're stupid and you think he's your friend. You tell me he's dead, so be it.
I want to make sure he's dead before I go back to New York.
VERBAL
(blurting)
He wasn't behind anything. It was the lawyer.
KUJAN
What lawyer?
Pause.
KUJAN (CONT'D)
What lawyer, Verbal?
Verbal stammers for a moment, looking around wildly.
VERBAL
Back when I was in that barber shop quartet in Skokie,
Illinois I used to have Kujan grabs Verbal's shirt and yanks him half out of
his seat.
KUJAN
You think I don't know you held out on the D.A.? What
did you leave out of that testimony? I can be on the phone to Ruby Deemer in
ten minutes.
VERBAL
The D.A. gave me immunity.
KUJAN
NOT FROM ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. THERE IS NO IMMUNITY
FROM ME. You atone with me or the world you live in becomes the hell you fear
in the back of your tiny mind. Every criminal I have put in prison, every cop
who owes me a favor, every creeping scumbag that works the street for a living,
will know the name of Verbal Kint. You'll be the lowest sort of rat, the prince
of snitches, the loudest cooing stool pigeon that ever grabbed his ankles for
the man. Now you talk to me, or that precious immunity they've seen so fit to
grant you won't be worth the paper the contract put out on your life is printed
on.
Verbal looks at Kujan with utter contempt.
VERBAL
There was a lawyer. Kobayashi.
KUJAN
Is he the one that killed Keaton?
VERBAL
No. But I'm sure Keaton's dead.
KUJAN
Convince me. Tell me every last detail.
INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
Kovash's room is now filled with people. Jack Baer stands next to DANIEL METZHEISER, a balding
man in his forties. Next to him is Doctor Plumber. Across from her is Ridgly
Waiters.
Sitting beside the bed is TRACY
FITZGERALD, a casually dressed woman in
her late twenties. She holds a 15x20 inch drawing pad on her lap.
Police fill the hall. People are talking loudly outside. LIONEL BODI, a cop in his
mid-twenties pushes his way in.
BAER
Are you the translator?
BODI
Patrolman Lionel Bodi, sir.
PLUMBER
Agent Beer, this is getting out of hand.
BAER
I'll see to it we're gone before he blows his porch
light, Doctor.
Baer gestures to Tracy.
BAER
(to Bodi)
This is Tracy Fitzgerald. She's a composite sketch
artist from county.
The young couple smile at one another nervously.
BODI
Hi.
TRACY
Hi.
METZHEISER
(impatient)
I've got a noon meeting, Baer.
PLUMBER
Agent Baer, please.
BAER
Everyone calm down.
(to Bodi)
Ask this man about the shoot-out in the harbor.
BODI
(in Hungarian)
My name is Bodi. How are you?
Kovash smiles with relief when he hears his own language.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
How am I? You are as stupid as that one, but at least
I can talk to you.
BODI
(in Hungarian)
You'll be alright. He is from the FBI He is here to
help you. He wants to know what happened in the harbor.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
We were there to buy a man and take him back to
Hungary.
BODI
He says they were buying It doesn't make sense. I'm
sorry, I'm a little rusty. They were there to buy something.
BAER
Dope, we know.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
You don't understand me either? God help me, they are
all idiots.
(talking slowly)
We were there to buy a man, you simple boy. A witness.
I don't know his name. A witness who knew the Devil.
BODI
Not dope. Something else. Some what? He doesn't knob
what they were buying. But not dope... people.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
I'll tell you everything. I'll even say it slow enough
for you to understand it. Just tell this man I want protection. Real
protection.
METZHEISER
Your witness is whacked, Baer.
BODI
He says he'll tell us everything he knows if we
protect him.
BAER
Tell him fine.
BODI
(in Hungarian)
He says that is fine.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
No, no, no. I need a guarantee from the ridiculous
man. I am going to be killed. I have seen the Devil and looked him in the eye.
BODI
No good. He needs guarantees. He says... his life is
in danger... He has seen the Devil... looked him in the eye.
METZHEISER
I'll be on my way.
Baer grabs Metzheiser by the arm.
BAER
(to Bodi)
Tell him to tell this man what he was telling me
before. Who is the Devil? Who did he see?
BODI
(in Hungarian)
Who is this Devil you keep talking about?
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
Keyser Soze He was in the harbor shooting everyone in
sight.
Metzheiser is suddenly interested.
BODI
He says he saw him in the harbor. He was shooting...
Killing... Killing many men.
METZHEISER
Did he say Keyser Soze? He saw Keyser Soze
BODI
He says he saw him in the harbor. He was shooting...
Killing... Killing many men.
METZHEISER
Did he say Keyser Soze? He saw Keyser Soze.
KOVASH
(in Hungarian)
Keyser Soze. Keyser Sate. I've seen his face. I see it
when I close my eyes.
BODI
He says he knows his face. He sees it when he closes
his eyes.
METZHEISER
Ask him what this Devil looks like.
BAER
(to Tracy)
Ready?
Tracy holds up her pad and pencil. She nods.
EXT. LOS ANGELES SKYLINE – DAY – FIVE WEEKS PRIOR
VERBAL (V.O.)
McManus' fence was this guy named Redfoot. He had a
good reputation around L.A. Seemed like a good guy – Looked like a cowhide full
of thumbtacks.
EXT. FRIENDSHIP BELL – NIGHT
All five guys stand in a group. It is utterly quiet. An old but well
kept Cadillac creeps into the lot from the far end and idles up to them. The
windows are tinted too much to see in. The car passes within a few feet of them
and drives on.
A moment later, a chrome and leather monster of a Harley Davidson
pulls into the lot. The rider is dressed in an almost comical array of leather,
silver and suede.
He waves to the Caddy as it parks a few yards from Keaton and the
others. It sits quietly, almost menacing.
REDFOOT and McManus shake hands.
REDFOOT
How've you been?
MCMANUS
Good. You?
REDFOOT
Alright. How's it going, Fenster?
FENSTER
Getting by.
REDFOOT
You got it?
McManus holds up a briefcase.
Redfoot takes it and gets off the bike. He walks over to the Caddy. The door of the Caddy opens. Redfoot hands the case to Someone inside that we cannot see. The door closes.
KEATON
(whispering)
Snazzy dresser this guy.
A moment later, the door of the Caddy opens again. Someone hands
Redfoot a different briefcase and he walks back over to McManus.
He hands him the case.
McManus hands the case back to Hockney. Hockney opens it, revealing
the stacks of money inside.
You must be Keaton.
MCMANUS
Jesus, I'm sorry. Redfoot, this is Dean Keaton, that's
Todd Hockney, and that's Verbal Kint.
REDFOOT
(to Verbal)
The man with the plan.
Verbal smiles.
REDFOOT (CONT'D)
Are you guys interested in more work?
McManus moves to answer, but Keaton cuts him off.
KEATON
We're on vacation.
REDFOOT
I've got a ton of work and no good people.
MCMANUS
What's the job?
Keaton shoots McManus a foul look. McManus pretends not to notice.
REDFOOT
A jeweler out of Texas named Saul. He rents a suite at
a hotel downtown and does free appraisals. Buys whatever he can. Word is he
moves with a lot of cash. I'll take the merchandise, you keep the green.
HOCKNEY
Security?
REDFOOT
Two bodyguards. Pretty good.
MCMANUS
Give us time to check it out?
REDFOOT
I'd expect nothing less.
MCMANUS
We'll call you.
REDFOOT
Take your time. Enjoy L.A.
KEATON
A friend of mine in New York tells me you knew Spook
Hollis.
REDFOOT
I hear you did time with old Spook. Yeah, he was a
good egg. I used to run a lot of dope for him. Fuckin' shame he got shivved.
KEATON
I shivved him.
Now McManus is shooting the angry look at Keaton.
KEATON (CONT'D)
Better you hear it from me now than somebody else
later.
REDFOOT
Business or personal?
KEATON
A little of both.
REDFOOT
Ain't it a crime? Call if you're interested.
Redfoot fires up his bike and takes off with the Caddy close behind.
MCMANUS
(to Keaton)
What's your fucking problem?
KEATON
One job, that was the deal.
MCMANUS
Take it as it comes, brother.
KEATON
This is bullshit.
McManus laughs and walks away. Fenster and Hockney follow.Verbal turns to Keaton.
VERBAL
What is it Keaton?
KEATON
(distant)
Something – I don't know.
(shaking himself)
I ever tell you about the restaurant I wanted to open?
Keaton walks off. Verbal follows him in confusion.
VERBAL (V.O.)
L.A., was good for about two hours. We were from New
York. There's no place to eat after one; you can't get a pizza that doesn't
taste like a fried fruit-bat, and the broads don't want to know you if you
don't look like a broad. Within a few days the last of us was ready to go back
to N.Y., but Keaton wouldn't have it, so he really didn't have a choice. We
went to work.
INT. PARKING GARAGE – NIGHT
McManus walks along a line of cars. He comes across a black Mercedes and stops. He looks down at the license plate and walks over to the next car, a green Honda. He pulls a slim-jim out of his jacket and pops the lock an the Honda. He reaches in and opens the hood. He walks around and sticks his head in the engine.
INT. VAN
Verbal sits behind the wheel. Keaton is beside him. Hockney and Fenster are in the back. They all watch McManus from where they are parked a few dozen yards away.
