LA Confidential.pdf - Screenplay.com
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EXLEY<br />
Officer White?<br />
A sweet man.<br />
EXLEY<br />
(thinking<br />
out loud)<br />
Under the house.<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
All he found were rodents. No<br />
signs of foul play. So there.<br />
Exley spots the entrance to the crawlspace. He hurries<br />
over, enters nearly flat on his belly. Mrs. Lefferts<br />
calls in after him.<br />
MRS. LEFFERTS<br />
My daughter was a virgin!<br />
EXLEY (O.S.)<br />
I don't doubt it -- Oh, God.<br />
INT. HOLLYWOOD STATION - JACK'S DESK - DAY<br />
Jack sits unshaven and hung-over, the dregs of the Scotch<br />
bottle on the desk. He considers a framed "Badge of<br />
Honor" photo: Jack and Brett Chase, before a banner "To<br />
Protect and Serve." Jack punches a fist through it.<br />
INT. <strong>LA</strong>PD - FORENSICS <strong>LA</strong>B - DAY<br />
Exley walks alonside as a body bag is wheeled into the<br />
lab atop a gurney. Pinker steps over.<br />
EXLEY<br />
I need an I.D. ASAP. You talk<br />
only to me on this one.<br />
INT. JACK'S DESK - DAY<br />
Sitting in disgust, Jack spots something amidst all the<br />
clutter -- the Great Jerk-Off Books of 1962. He flips<br />
one over, looks at the Fleur-de-Lis stamp. Jack<br />
remembers something Matt Reynolds told him. He dials the<br />
phone.<br />
JACK<br />
Yeah. Sergeant Jack Vincennes<br />
requesting. I need the home<br />
address on a Pierce Patchett.
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