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BUD<br />
DUDLEY<br />
I've long been involved in<br />
containing hard crime in such a<br />
way that myself and a few<br />
colleagues might someday enjoy a<br />
profit dispensation. That day<br />
will soon be here and you'll share<br />
handsomely. Grand means will be<br />
in our hands, Wendell.<br />
Imagine crime limited to the<br />
criminal element who perpetrate<br />
it. Imagine the means to keep the<br />
nigger filth sedated. But don't<br />
stop there. Extrapolate. Imagine<br />
the police in control. It's big,<br />
lad.<br />
BUD<br />
You lost me, Dudley. I don't know<br />
what you're talking about.<br />
DUDLEY<br />
You have your extracurricular<br />
secrets, I have mine. We'll hold<br />
a clarification session soon. For<br />
now, I need your fearsome old<br />
habits at the Victory Motel.<br />
We're going to brace a man who may<br />
know who killed Jack Vincennes.<br />
Can I count on you?<br />
BUD<br />
Sure, boss. Sure you can.<br />
INT. FORENSICS <strong>LA</strong>B - DAY<br />
Pinker looks up as Exley enters.<br />
EXLEY<br />
I want to know what you and Jack<br />
Vincennes talked about last night.<br />
Anything and everything. Start<br />
with the I.D. on the corpse.<br />
A put-upon Pinker sighs.<br />
PINKER<br />
An ex-cop. Buzz Meeks. I pulled<br />
his police academy photo.<br />
Pinker goes to his desk for a twenty-year-old photo of<br />
Meeks. He hands it to Exley, whose wheels are turning.
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