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DUDLEY
HUDGEONS
In my car. Blackmail shit. The
trunk under the carpet. Patchett
got me to photograph a cop fucking
this gorgeous cunt Lynn, looks
just like Veronicaaa --
Wooden slats pop as Bud tears the bolted chair right out
of the floor. Hudgeons and the chair land sideways.
Wendell!
DUDLEY
Bud can't hear him. He uprights the chair one-handed.
As his fist cocks back, he's restrained by Breuning and
Dudley. This is no act. They can barely hold Bud back.
HUDGEONS
Get him away from me!
Bud breaks free, heads outside.
EXT. VICTORY MOTEL - HUDGEONS' CAR - DAY
Bud jams a tire iron into the trunk seam and pops it with
a ferocious yank. He tears at the carpeting. A manila
envelope. Bud rips it open and 8x10 glossies of Exley
and Lynn spill out. Raindrops dot them, as Bud's in his
Packard and tearing out of there.
INT. VICTORY MOTEL - ROOM 6 - DAY
Dudley and Breuning watch from the door.
DUDLEY
I wouldn't trade places with
Edmund Exley right now for all the
tea in China.
Breuning laughs. So does Hudgeons.
HUDGEONS
Dudley, I thought you were gonna
let the dumb bastard kill me.
(to Breuning)
And you! Learn to pull those
punches a little better.
Dudley and Breuning stare at him. A bit grimly.
HUDGEONS
You can uncuff me now, fellas.