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LYNN<br />
It galls you that I know so much<br />
about you. You don't have<br />
information to <strong>com</strong>pete.<br />
EXLEY<br />
Don't underestimate me, Miss<br />
Bracken.<br />
LYNN<br />
The way you've underestimated Bud<br />
White?<br />
Exley's had it. A menacing step forward. Lynn's smile<br />
be<strong>com</strong>es a laugh. Lost to himself, Exley leans in and<br />
kisses her. Lynn pulls back, then kisses back. In a<br />
beat, they're rolling to the floor, shedding clothes.<br />
As they trash the furniture, Lynn looks over his shoulder<br />
at her own reflection in a closet door mirror.<br />
REVERSE ANGLE - INSIDE CLOSET<br />
Two-way glass. Sid Hudgeons is in here SNAPPING<br />
pictures. As Lynn and Exley continue with their frantic<br />
lovemaking...<br />
INT. FORENSIC <strong>LA</strong>B - NIGHT<br />
Ray Pinker rubs his tired eyes.<br />
PINKER<br />
God bless dental records. Stiff<br />
used to be a cop. Turner Meeks.<br />
BUZZ Meeks?<br />
You knew him?<br />
JACK<br />
PINKER<br />
JACK<br />
Of him. He was around when I<br />
first joined the force. A bad<br />
egg.<br />
Pinker could care less. As Jack's wheels turn...<br />
INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD - RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT<br />
Jack searches dusty filing cabinets with dates like 1939<br />
and 1940. Reading one headed "Meeks," Jack lets out a<br />
low whistle. He's found something.
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