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EXLEY<br />
Why were you throwing clothes<br />
in the building incinerator?<br />
COATES<br />
(trembling)<br />
Say what?<br />
EXLEY<br />
You guys were arrested this<br />
morning, but none of you have<br />
last night's clothes. YOU were<br />
seen burning them. Add to that<br />
the fact that you hid the car<br />
you were cruising around in<br />
last night and it doesn't look<br />
good.<br />
COATES<br />
I got nothin' more to say till<br />
I see a judge.<br />
EXLEY<br />
Were you on hop? You were passed<br />
out when you got arrested. Were<br />
you hopped up, Ray?<br />
COATES<br />
Ty and Larry fuck with that<br />
shit, not me.<br />
EXLEY<br />
Where do they get their stuff?<br />
Come on. Give me one to feed<br />
the D.A. Just a little one.<br />
Coates nods. Exley flips up the toggles as he leans<br />
in.<br />
COATES<br />
Roland Navarette. Lives on<br />
Bunker Hill. He runs a hole-up<br />
for parole absconders and sells<br />
red devils.<br />
Exley flips down the switches, stands.<br />
EXLEY<br />
I'm going to take a break.<br />
Exley opens the door, looks back in afterthought.<br />
EXLEY<br />
You know, Ray, I'm talking about<br />
the gas chamber and you haven't<br />
even asked me what this is all<br />
about. You got a big guilty<br />
sign around your neck.
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