LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com
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MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
Susie, I told you I didn't approve<br />
of that boyfriend. He was too old<br />
for you. You let him <strong>com</strong>e into<br />
this house and be fresh to me. I<br />
went out one day and old Mrs.<br />
Jensen next door saw Susan's<br />
boyfriend and another man and<br />
thought she heard a ruckus.<br />
BUD<br />
What was that boyfriend's name?<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
We were never properly introduced.<br />
Susan and I were fighting that<br />
day. She called him by a<br />
nickname. Muns or Lunts or<br />
something.<br />
BUD<br />
Stens? Was it Stens?<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
Maybe. I don't know.<br />
BUD<br />
Look at a picture for me.<br />
Bud hands her a snapshot of Stensland taken in Tijuana.<br />
Out of uniform. She recognizes him.<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
That's him. That's him.<br />
BUD<br />
You said a neighbor heard a<br />
ruckus. Was it outside, inside?<br />
Mrs. Lefferts' eyes go crazy, darting to a closed door.<br />
Rolled towels are crammed against the bottom of it.<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
I don't know. You'll have to<br />
leave now, Officer.<br />
Bud starts for the closed door.<br />
BUD<br />
What's through here?<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
No! Please leave!<br />
Bud kicks away the towels, opens the door, steps into...