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DUDLEY<br />
Absolutely. Prostitution and<br />
gambling are victimless crimes.<br />
The heroin we'll run down to the<br />
coloreds. Anesthetize them. As<br />
long as it's not a middle class<br />
problem, no one will care. It's<br />
still a crime free city... for<br />
respectable people.<br />
Dudley aims the .38, cocks back the hammer. We hear<br />
DISTANT POLICE SIRENS.<br />
DUDLEY<br />
This isn't politics, Edmund.<br />
There won't be winners and losers<br />
when it's over...<br />
Dudley doesn't see Bud stir, reach into a pocket.<br />
DUDLEY<br />
Just the living and the dead.<br />
It's always been that way in the<br />
Bureau. You should've realized<br />
that before you became a<br />
detective.<br />
It's over. Dudley's finger tightens on the trigger. But<br />
Dudley screams as Bud buries a switchblade into his left<br />
calf. It took all Bud had left. As he collapses...<br />
Dudley wails; Exley dives for Bud's shotgun. Dudley<br />
FIRES, misses. A wild SHOTGUN B<strong>LA</strong>ST takes out half the<br />
wall. Dudley stumbles out the door. SIRENS B<strong>LA</strong>RE.<br />
EXT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT<br />
Dudley drops his gun as the cruisers stream down. Exley<br />
steps out behind him, but doesn't drop the shotgun. The<br />
two of them are bleached white by headlights.<br />
Dudley raises his badge over his head.<br />
DUDLEY<br />
We're policemen!<br />
(winks)<br />
Let me do the talking. They'll<br />
make you Chief of Detectives.<br />
Exley steps ahead to block his way.<br />
NO.<br />
EXLEY<br />
DUDLEY<br />
Why not, lad? Absolute justice?
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