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CLERK<br />
Edmund J. Exley to chambers.<br />
As Exley's about to go...<br />
JACK<br />
Just remember, Bud White'll fuck<br />
you for this if it takes the rest<br />
of his life. They already<br />
suspended him. Just pray he cops<br />
a deal and stays on the Department<br />
because that is one civilian you<br />
do not want on your case.<br />
INT. TWILIGHT LOUNGE - NIGHT<br />
An old black guy in a frayed, threadbare tux plays piano.<br />
Bud, nursing a highball at the bar, steps over to a<br />
REDHEAD with too much make-up on too many miles.<br />
BUD<br />
That an old fashioned you're<br />
drinking?<br />
(as she nods)<br />
My name's Bud.<br />
REDHEAD<br />
Nobody was born with the name Bud.<br />
BUD<br />
They stick you with a name like<br />
Wendell, you look for an alias.<br />
REDHEAD<br />
What do you do, Bud?<br />
BUD<br />
I'm sorta between jobs. Look,<br />
what do you say we, uh...<br />
A hand on Bud's shoulder. He turns to see Dudley Smith.<br />
DUDLEY<br />
Lad, may I have a word with you?<br />
BUD<br />
This business, Captain?<br />
DUDLEY<br />
Say goodnight to your friend and<br />
join me by those back tables.<br />
Dudley starts off. Bud turns back to Redhead, but she's<br />
already talking to a sailor.
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