prologue of the movie "The Very Suspect"
is dark.
A monotonous chime on the navigation mark was heard in the distance. The waves formed by the impact of the sea beat rhythmically on the smooth and flat surface. The trees were squeaking open. You can also recognize the sound of sirens coming from further afield.
Suddenly, a lighted match pierced the darkness, and it trembled for a while. Under the faint light of the fire, one hand stretched the remaining handful of matches toward the burning match. A bunch of flames strung together, and the flames illuminated Dean Keaton's wrinkled face. He was about 40 years old, his salt-gray hair was wet and messy, and his face was dripping with water or sweat. A long wound was cut from the corner of the eye to the jaw, still bleeding. There was an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
By the half-dark light we infer that he is on the deck of a big ship, perhaps a yacht, or a small cargo ship. He was sitting with his back against the front wall of the cabin, his legs tied together strangely at an almost impossible angle. He looked down.
A slender stream of liquid flowed under his feet and disappeared into the darkness. He lit the cigarette with the lighted match, and then threw the match into the stream.
The sap burst into flames.
The flame burns along the liquid stream, faster and faster, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger. It skewered quickly, and the fire snake rushed along the deck to the stern.
1. A
pile of oil drums are stacked on the stern of the stern of the ship at night . The bottom of the bucket is held together by a disc, and the four corners of the base are tied to a huge crane on the dock. The lower part of one of the barrels has been pierced, and the oil flows out from below.
The flame is now rushing in the direction of the oil drum. Keaton smiled slightly.
Just a few yards away from the oil drum, a stream of liquid splashed on the oil. The flame hissed and stopped spreading.
There are two feet straddling the flames. A puddle of urine shot from between the legs and landed on the deck.
Hear the sound of pulling the zipper. With the movement of these two feet, the camera came to the cabin where Keaton was.
The camera rises to the waist of the person. He took out a pack of cigars from one pocket, and a strange-shaped lighter from the other. This is a gold lighter with a foldable hook on the flint. The man flicked the hook with his thumb, and lit the lighter with his index finger. The action is clean and tidy, with a little bit of ostentation and exaggeration. Keaton looked up at the man. At first, his expression was recognizing the other person, then it turned into frustration, anger, and finally helplessness.
Voiceover: Hello, Keaton.
Keaton: I have to say that my spine is broken, Kaiser.
He spit out the name Kaiser hurriedly, like a poison in his mouth. The man put the cigarette back in his pocket and took out a brand new 38 revolver from under his jacket.
Voiceover: Are you ready?
Keaton: What time is it?
The hand holding the gun turned a little so that the gold watch on his wrist was facing upwards. At this time, the sound of the police sirens came closer, coming in their direction.
Voiceover: 12:30.
Keaton's face showed pain and nodded. He turned his head and inhaled a cigarette. Kaiser had a gun in his hand for a while, and he waited for Keaton to finish his last cigarette, then pulled the trigger.
A gunshot sounded. Keaton's body slammed onto the deck.
The camera moved across from the deck. On the deck, gasoline was still flowing.
The sound of gasoline burning sounded, and the flame rushed to the oil barrel in front of us, and finally burned into a circle around the barrel, and the wood on the base began to burn. The tongue of fire licked the gasoline leak, and there was still gasoline flowing out.
The camera moves from the dock. In the distance. The pier where the ship was moored was littered with dead bodies. More than 20 men were shot and killed, and there must have been a gun battle here.
A barge broke into view.
On the deck of the barge is a pile of ropes and steel beams that have been burnt into a black mass.
The camera moves into darkness.
The sirens approached, almost right in front of them. The fire alarm was so loud that it was out of control.
For a moment, the sound of sirens, the sound of tires after emergency braking, the sound of car doors opening, and the sound of feet on the sidewalk rang.
The camera moves forward at a slow speed, into the darkness.
We heard people yelling loudly. A beam of light dazzled against the surrounding darkness.
Suddenly an explosion sounded.
There was silence, complete darkness.
Hearing Roger "Vilba" Gint's voice, we will soon see this person—
Vilba (narrator): New York, six weeks ago, a truck carrying gun parts was caught near Queens. Hijacked. The driver could not see anyone, but there were indeed some people present. He heard a voice. Sometimes, that's all you need.
The sound of gun explosions!
2. The interior dark daytime units from New York six weeks ago and now
the door opened, the dark room was opened, the hall outside the illuminated bright incandescent light. The room was crowded with men for a while. It can be recognized that they are wearing masks, holding flashlights, and all weapons.
The voice was noisy: "We are the police, this is a search warrant, no movement is allowed." There was
a violent sound. The flashlight illuminates the darkness from all directions.
Finally, a beam of light fell on a person. He was lying on the bed naked and awake from a deep sleep. He squinted his surroundings in the dazzling incandescent light, not so much scared as annoyed. He almost laughed at the sound of countless guns being loaded. His name is McManus and he is 28 years old.
Voiceover: Mr. McManus?
McManus: Yes.
Voiceover: We are the police, you have been arrested.
McManus: Do you have coffee?
A dozen pairs of black gloved hands grabbed him and dragged him out of bed.
3. Interior view of
an old-fashioned dye mixer vibrating violently in the car repair shop during the day . Todd Hockney, in his 30s, black and strong, works in front of an old Firebird car. A young Spanish kid was mixing dye a few feet away. Suddenly, the garage door opened, and we saw the silhouettes of five men in a row under the sun. Hockney squinted--
Hockney (voice is very rough): What's the point?
A man: Are you Todd Hockney?
Hockney reached into the car door to get something.
Hockney: Who are you?
The five men quickly pulled out their guns and pointed at Hockney.
A man: We are the police.
Hockney took out a dirty towel and wiped the oil and sweat off his forehead.
Hockney: We don't repair guns.
4. Exterior Street New York During the daytime
Fred Fenster, a tall and thin man in his 30s, is walking leisurely from the side of the street. He was wearing an unusually large dress and a pair of extremely mismatched shoes. He was smoking while chewing gum.
He turned his head by accident and saw a gray Ford driving on the side of the road with four people in it. He quickened his pace, and the Ford followed closely.
He stared at the front corner, as calm and calm as he could, while constantly looking at his watch, as if thinking about an appointment he was going to be late. The Ford stopped on his right.
Suddenly, he ran away. Without running a few steps, all kinds of cars suddenly appeared around. For a moment, the sound of brakes, the sound of radio obstructions, and the sound of bullets rang together. Fenster was immediately surrounded. He stopped and raised his hand to surrender.
5. Interior view of the Mondino Hotel
A pair of eye-catching men and women quickly walked past the door of a coffee shop in New York during the day , with expressions of excitement and tension on their faces. This man is Dean Keaton, in his early 50s, he is well-dressed, has a firm look, and his hair is slightly gray. His complexion is much better than when he was on the boat. The woman was Eddie Finneran, 33 years old, with a calm and charming look. They came to a staircase at the back of the hotel, which led to a dark room. Eddie grabbed Keaton's hand and stopped him.
Eddie: Let me see you.
Keaton looked unnatural, perhaps because he was wearing a suit or being caught by Eddie on this occasion, but he still showed a warm smile. Eddie helped him tie his tie and turn his collar up.
Eddie: Remember, this is another deal. They will not show respect to you, but you have to respect them. Don't stare at them, don't squint at them. Remember, they are a bunch of fools who don't trust you. This is the situation you have to face.
Keaton: I will try my best.
Eddie: You have done your best. You are a good person, I love you.
Keaton rang the doorbell, waiting for a response. After a while-
Eddie: Be patient.
She kissed him and ran down the stairs, Keaton followed closely behind. Keaton twisted her hips playfully and she almost fell down the stairs.
6. The
two people on the stairs of the interior hotel came downstairs talking and laughing. The expressions of the two men immediately became serious when they came down the stairs. With a cold professional expression, they moved a certain distance back and forth. It seemed that they were two business partners coming to work.
They walked through the dimly lit restaurant to a table in a quiet corner. Two men were already waiting there. One is Mr. Fortier, 35, and the other is Mr. Renault, 60. They are all well-dressed and look noble. They all stood up, nodded and smiled.
Fotier: Eddie, it's nice to meet you.
Eddie: Sorry, we are late.
Fotier: It's okay, please sit down.
Renault (trying to speak English): You are Mr. Keaton.
Eddie: Sorry, but forgot to introduce. This is Dean Keaton.
Renault (stretching out his right hand): I am Renault, and I am lucky to meet.
Keaton: Hello,
they shook hands, and then Keaton shook hands with Fortier.
Fotier: This is Fotier. I am glad to finally meet you.
Everyone was seated, all smiling.
(Under the low-angle table) Eddie's hand reaches Keaton's leg, slides to the inside of his thigh, and holds it firmly.
Her expression was very calm, and she didn't even notice the movement of her hands. Keaton smiled and cleared his throat.
7. Interior view of the Mondino Hotel,
a waiter flew past. When the camera pans down, we can see that five pairs of feet have come to the table, and the shoes on the middle pair of feet are more delicate.
The camera pans upwards and we can see:
US Customs Special Agent David Kujan, in his 30s, with black hair and a firm look.
8. In the interior of the hotel, at the entrance of the restaurant table,
Fotier: Eddie tells us your suggestion. To be honest, your proposal has left a deep impression on us. I have to admit that, although a bit suspicious, it is indeed memorable.
Keaton: Doubtful?
Fotier: Your ideas are new, but opening a new restaurant in New York is not so easy. From the perspective of long-term benefits, it is difficult for us to be sure whether we will make money.
Keaton looked at Eddie and smiled confidently
-Keaton: Very simple, sir, pay attention to versatility in the design. The restaurant can change the taste without losing the overall beauty. We don't need to decorate rigidly like paintings on the wall, but require big effects.
Fotier: This is the moving part of your proposal, but I haven't fully understood it yet.
Keaton: Let
me give you an example... Voiceover: I have to see it myself.
Keaton raised his head, David Kujan was in front of him, followed by a group of serious-looking companions in suits and leather shoes.
Keaton was very upset to see them
-Keaton: David, I'm talking.
Kujan: We have to have another meeting.
Keaton: This is my companion Eddie Finneran. (In an introductory gesture) These are Mr. Renault and Mr. Fortier. Everyone, this is David Kujan.
Kujan: United States Customs Special Police Kujan. (Pointing to the person behind) These are gentlemen from the New York Police Department. Keaton, you look great.
Renault: Is there any question, Mr. Keaton.
Kujan: Little thing, a car of firearms destined for Ireland was stolen last night.
The expressions on Renault and Fortier's faces changed from bewilderment to doubt.
Fotier: Mr. Keaton?
Keaton: Gentlemen, can I explain.
Kujan: We need to ask you some questions, it will take you some time.
Renault (stands up): We want you to stay and explain what happened.
Keaton: Okay. Please sit down.
Keaton stood up and threw a wad of banknotes on the table to cover the bill. He looked at Eddie. She was about to stand up. Keaton sat down with his hands on her.
Keaton: Everyone is delicious. (To Eddie) I will call you.
Kujan grabbed his shoulder and Keaton broke free.
He looked around the faces of dozens of people around the hotel. They all looked at him with some suspicion. But Keaton didn't seem very embarrassed, at least he concealed it well.
9. Interior view of a locked house. At night,
a policeman walked into the camera and opened the iron door.
The camera followed a pair of feet. They walked across the concrete floor. The shoes were worn, the rumpled shorts dangled low, and the trousers were loose. The right foot was slightly tilted to the inside and was a little lame when it fell on the ground. Judging from the walking posture, it is obvious that his knees are not completely straight.
Hear the sound of the iron door opening. A corner of the iron house came into view. At this time, the other pair of heels moved forward with the first pair of feet. Then, I heard the sound of another iron door opening, and repeated the process to the third door. At this time, five pairs of feet were walking in the hall.
A pair of slightly lame feet walked in front. They came to another iron gate. The door is very strong, fastened by iron teeth and rivets.
When the camera came up, we saw
Roger "Vilba" Gint talking with some of his friends. The wrinkles on his face are so deep that it is difficult to guess that he is in his 30s. Judging from his cramped left hand, he has a slight hemiplegia. Behind him are Dean Keaton, McManus, Fred Finster, and Todd Hockney.
Verba (Narrator): I'm meaningless here. I mean these guys are fierce bandits, but I am with them. But I am not afraid to be with them. I didn't offend them, and they wouldn't do anything to me. Besides, I think it’s fun to dress up as a badass.
10. Interior view
Five men in a room were led to a white wall in the house. There are blue stripes on the wall. There are marked numbers on both ends, which measure the height in English system.
The lights came on, shining on them. They can only squint their eyes to adjust to the light.
Keaton moved forward slightly, looking at the people standing next to him. He first exchanged affectionate expressions with McManus and then Fenster. Hockney smiled at everyone.
McManus (to Keaton): Where have you been?
Voiceover: Shut up. Well, you have to know the rules. When you call your number, you take a step forward and read the words as taught to you. Do you understand?
Everyone nodded.
Voiceover: No. 1, out of line.
Hockney took a step forward. He looked straight at a mirror in the opposite room. It has 3 square feet and there is a faint light inside. He uttered in an unsentimental tone.
Hockney: Give me the key, you damn it.
Voiceover: No. 2, out of line.
McManus took a step. He made a gun with his thumb and index finger, and imitated a vicious criminal. He pointed to the mirror with his fingers and acted pretentiously-
McManus: Give me the key. You bastard, you shit, or I will kill you.
Voiceover, well, stand back.
McManus stood back.
The other people continued to answer questions, and then Verba's voice sounded—
Vilba (narration): It's all nonsense. The whole case is a trap. The police messed up all, they shouldn't put those guys in a room. God knows what will happen?
11. The interior interrogation room at night
McManus sat on a chair in front of the white wall. He smiled at the people off the screen.
McManus: Guys, this will definitely cause you trouble, right? What I mean is: You understand, and I understand, this is a car of shit. But at least I won't let a fucking police officer come to blackmail me. In that case, I had no choice but to bow my head.
Voiceover: Have you finished?
McManus: Are you looking for an organization job? That's the worst.
Voiceover: Have you finished?
Verba (narrator): They killed us all night. Someone was messing up there, the truck had been dropped, and the police got nothing. They want someone to show their feet and give them a clue. They know that we will not resist, because they know how to use us. They have been doing this all the time, and our rights have been put aside. This is actually an infringement, and I find it very indecent. They followed McManus at first. He is good, although a bit crazy, but a person who can hardly tell the wind.
Voiceover: Where did you unload the truck?
McManus: What car?
Voiceover: Bastard, truck with weapons?
McManus: Really, you kill me. Can i call?
Voiceover: Here it is, if you are obedient.
McManus: Smart guy.
Voiceover: Want to know what your close friend Fenster told us?
McManus: Am I that stupid? God, you can hold me up, but don't be so rhetorical, okay?
Voiceover: Where is the fucking truck?
12.
Fenster was sitting in a chair in the interrogation room . He sweated a lot.
Finster: I want to call my lawyer. I don't know what the truck is about. I was in Connecticut all night on Friday.
Voiceover: That's not what McManus said.
Fenster: Who?
Voiceover: McManus. What he told us is not so.
Fenster: I swear this is nothing at all. She didn't mention the money until I came.
Voiceover: Tell us about the truck.
Finster: To be honest, it's more like a family car. The woman made a lot of money.
Voiceover: Who took the gun from your hand?
Finster: Ah, are we talking about the same thing?
Voiceover: I'm impatient.
Verba (Narrator): Finster has always worked with McManus. He is usually timid and scared, with his tail caught, but when it comes to work, he is unambiguous. Good guy, like a gopher, find all the information you need to do.
Finster: You guys didn't catch me at all. What is your reason for arresting me?
Voiceover: You are a famous robber. You are sweating with a guilty conscience like a bastard. That is my goods. Come on, where is the truck?
Fenster (beating the table): Can you hear me clearly, the people behind, why are you arresting me? (Looks under the stool) Where is it? I am looking for it. What is it, what the hell is going on?
13. The interior interrogation room
was interrogating Hockney this time. He sat in a chair and laughed loudly.
Hockney: I want to call my lawyer. I want you to walk around without eating, bastards.
(Stacked)
Hockney: I understand you. You thought I didn't know you were recording and shooting. The whole district is fucking dirty. You can't escape, you got caught.
Verba (narrator): Hockney is just a bad bastard. Proficient in dynamite, when in trouble, he is as slick as a snake.
Voiceover: Do you really think so, reckless guy? I can prove that you were in Queens on the day of the robbery.
Hockney: I live in Queens. Is there anything wrong with this? You broke into my shop and caught me in front of customers. What the hell did this damn country do? Are you going to sue me, or don't you try?
Voiceover: You understand that there is still too much time to recognize.
Hockney: I'm going to fuck your dad in the shower. Go and sue me, bastard stuff.
14. In the interrogation room,
it is Keaton's turn to sit in the chair being interrogated, looking cool and calm.
Verba (narrator): Obviously Keaton is their best catch.
Voiceover: I plan to sue you.
Keaton: Why?
Voiceover: Dead ghost, you understand.
Keaton: Hey, you made a mistake, not me. Have you ever thought about asking me? I can't change my name or sit down and change my surname. I've always been a serious businessman, buddy.
Voiceover: What business? Restaurant business? From now on you will only have the business that we do. I will make you famous all over the world, bastard.
Keaton showed a little hesitation on his face, and the threat hit the spot.
Keaton: I said you made a mistake. Want to sue me, no way. Let's talk about the truck.
A fist rushed into the camera and hit Keaton's jaw. Keaton's head fell back, and blood ran down the corners of his mouth.
15. Interior view A closed small room
Keaton was taken to a cell, which also contains Finster, Hockney, Verba, and McManus. He sat in the corner without making a sound.
Fenster is talking endlessly-
Fenster: Someone should take action. What kind of shit is this-being dragged out every 5 minutes. Yes, I did a robbery, but every time a truck is robbed on the earth, I have to rely on me?
Keaton sat in a chair and looked forward. McManus stared at him silently.
Hockney: These guys didn't hold us anything.
Finster: You are fucking right. They have no reason to sue us. That's why I forced a reason, no, fucking wrong. You have done this, they will never let you go. They treat me like criminals, and I might really become a criminal.
Hockney: You are a criminal.
Fenster: I'm just about to figure it out, why are you doing that too? I'm still thinking about it.
Keaton: Then go and figure it out. Oh my god, you bore me to death.
McManus stared at Keaton.
McManus: Keaton, I heard you are dead.
Keaton: What you heard is correct.
Hockney: The news I heard is that you don't do it anymore. what's up?
McManus: What's the matter?
Hockney: I just heard that Keaton wants to cleanse himself and stop washing his hands. I heard that he was playing Eddie Finnerland.
McManus: Who?
Hockney: She is a very influential criminal lawyer in the upper class, and she has a lot of communication. As long as she is willing, she can help people get rid of the crime. I heard that she raised Keaton. (To Keaton) Really?
McManus: Keaton, what's the matter. You became the wife of a lawyer. What kind of "follower" are you?
Keaton stared at McManus suddenly.
Finster: I said McManus, you poke a sore spot.
Keaton: Finster, please do your friend a favor and let him be quiet.
McManus: Keaton, do you think you are innocent? Did you rob the truck?
Fenster: Leave him alone, it's okay. I just want to figure it out.
Keaton (ignoring McManus): The whole thing is a trap.
McManus: What is your basis?
Keaton: How many times have you been interrogated like this? Always you and the four puppets. The police station will entertain the homeless for free after some time. There is no reason to imprison five felons together, and there is no reason. And what's the damn point in letting us answer the questions in a scripted manner? You can do that in public.
Finster: Then why am I being taken to such a ghost place tonight?
Keaton: It's from the FBI. A car full of guns was robbed, so the customs went to the New York office to ask for an explanation. This is politics, you have nothing to do.
Finster: I was played tonight.
Hockney: Isn't it your day today?
Finster: Fuck you. I won't give in so easily. But who did it? Confess.
Keaton: I don't want to know.
McManus: No one asks you, the "self-reliant" person.
Hockney: Who cares? All I want to know is who is the cripple?
Suddenly, all eyes turned to Verba. Before this, he had been listening silently.
Keaton: It's none of his business.
Hockney: I can't guarantee that? What do you mean, bastard? What story will you tell us?
Keaton: His name is Verba Gent. I thought you all knew him.
McManus: Verba?
Verba: His real name is Roger. Because I am nagging, people call me "Verbal" (Verbal in English, which means verbally-translator).
Hockney: Understand, I will tell you to shut up.
Keaton: We met once or twice. The last time was...
Verba: In the county bureau. I was locked there for fraud.
Keaton: That time, you happened to be the team being interrogated. What happened to you?
Verba: I'm leaving, after 90 days of detention.
Hockney: Did you really do it?
Verba: fucked your mother's ass.
Verba looked away from Hockney, waiting for Hockney to attack. Everyone slowly spread their smiles. Hockney flushed.
Keaton (to Hockney): Just kidding, don't take it seriously.
Verba looked at Keaton with admiration and smiled.
McManus stood up and walked to the toilet in the corner of the prison. He started to urinate.
McManus: Look, we are all ruined by this. I feel that we have lost our dignity. Now Finster and my work will also be lost.
Keaton: Can you be quiet?
Hockney: Do you mind what he said?
McManus: I'm just talking about it. Hockney seemed willing to listen to me. I know Finster is with me. (To Verba) How about you?
McManus left the urinal.
Verba: Of course I am very interested.
McManus: Look, you saw it. I want to exercise my rights against our free assembly.
McManus flicked the prison fence. Everyone laughed.
Keaton: I'm not joking. To shut up.
McManus: You misunderstood.
Keaton: No, you misunderstood. To shut up. I don't want to hear anything you say. I also don't want to know your shit job. Don't let me hear you. I don't want to have anything to do with any of you. With all due respect, you are all going to hell.
McManus: Dean Keaton, don't put yourself so high. Do you know how this world was formed, and what it looked like in the end?
McManus and Keaton stared at each other, and the atmosphere was a little nervous. Finally
McManus turned his gaze to others- McManus: Ignore him. (Whispering) I can't talk about anything here right now, but listen to everyone—
except Keaton, everyone moved to McManus’s little room and listened to him speaking in a hoarse, low voice.
Verba (narrator): That's how it started. The five of us were involved in a fabricated prosecution with insufficient evidence. The police will never understand, and what I know now is that these people will never collapse, will not lie down, will not succumb to anyone...
16. Exterior view of the pier during the day San Pedro is now
in the early morning, The pale sun illuminates the rows of dead bodies on the dock.
The police patrolled the surroundings, and the camera crews took pictures at the scene. Some people were checking the dead bodies with their sleeves and plastic gloves on.
The two men were holding water faucets in their hands, and they were fighting the overfire of the ship that had been in a gun battle.
There is a man in a dark suit on the dock. He is Special Agent Jack Bell of the FBI. He is tall, well-proportioned, nearly 40 years old, and he is staring at the water in thought.
A policeman in uniform came to him.
Police: Who are you?
Bell showed him the police badge without looking at him.
Bell: FBI agent Bell. How many people died?
Before the police could answer, he turned around and walked away along the rows of bags containing dead bodies.
Police: There are currently 15. We are still fishing for corpses from the water.
Bell's eyes were fixed on the piles of corpses, which had burned beyond recognition.
Police: Are you looking for someone special?
Bell faced the police officer face to face for the first time with a serious face.
Bell: Don't move any of these bodies before I have checked them carefully, understand?
Police: I have to clean up the scene, the order has been given.
Bell listened and lit a cigarette.
Bell (absent-mindedly): Ah, your boss. It's a mess. Are there any survivors?
Police: Two. One was in a hospital in the city, unconscious and not awake; the other was a lame man at the police station, I think he was from New York, listen, and said...
Bell: I'm sorry, I'm leaving now.
Bell walked away and ignored the police. He walked along the accident site on the pier.
17. Location The ocean
is half a mile away from the pier, and the waves rise and fall with the sea breeze. A few feet away, something drifted into the camera, floating with the waves, it was a dead body, the body of a man, face down, wearing a bathrobe, slowly drifting towards the open sea.
18. Interior listening room During the day in Los Angeles,
Verba Gint sat in front of a microphone connected to a tape recorder, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
On the wall behind him is the sign of the California State Government.
He was wearing a decent dress, his hair was neatly trimmed, and he looked very clean and neat. He looks older and a bit tired than he was in New York.
There was a burst of laughter. Verba's eyes flashed with laughter.
Voiceover 1: In these developments, my client has given full cooperation. In exchange, his testimony will be kept confidential, and all things that are unfavorable to him will be removed.
Voiceover 2: The prosecutor will act according to the materials provided...
Voiceover 1: There is no such rule, no. My client will prove his innocence.
Voiceover 2: Mr. Lawyer, with all due respect, I suspect that your political power is not that great. I don't know why Mr. Gint's comrades in the city council are so shameless, and I don't care. The embarrassment he caused in New York won't happen here.
Voiceover 1: Exemption.
Voiceover 2: I will sue him.
Voiceover 1: Then sue. I will be very unforgettable. The prosecutor added the charge of killing 27 people to a person with cerebral palsy at the same time. I thought that a staff member like you would be consistent with the shameless people of the city council you call.
Voiceover 2: People will think that the lawyer is threatening.
Voiceover 1: The lawyer will not make any threats.
Voiceover 2: I would rather take risks. If someone like Mr. Gint squatted in jail, it would be safer than losing my job.
Voiceover 1: Mr. Gint will plead guilty for illegal possession of weapons.
Voiceover 2: You are joking.
Voiceover 1: Possession of a firearm, a misdemeanor.
Voiceover 2: Lawyer, you are insulting me.
Voiceover 1: Prosecutor, you are too exaggerated. Can I commit such a laborious crime for a misdemeanor?
The voice gradually became quieter. Verba sat in a chair, looking very impatient.
Voiceover 2: A misdemeanor, good. This is ridiculous.
An expression of mockery and distrust appeared on Verba's face.
Voiceover 2: As for the mass theft, arson... and murder in the prosecution, the district attorney accepts the suspect's confession related to the above incident. In exchange, complete immunity is provided, the transcript of the testimony will be sealed, and all information about Mr. Gint will be kept confidential.
Verba let out a long breath.
19. Inside the aisle of the police station during the day,
David Kujan walked side by side with Police Officer Rabin. The latter was a 40-year-old black man with a weather-beaten face. They climbed the stairs and came to the police station command center.
Kujan: What do you mean I can't see him?
Rabin: The prosecutor arrived here yesterday and prepared to call the prisoner before he is transferred to the county. Gint's lawyer arrived. Five minutes later, the inspector came out, as if he had been witched. They accepted his statement and relaxed the investigation of him.
Kujan: On what crime did they prosecute him?
Rabin: It is a minor crime to carry weapons illegally.
Kujan: What the fuck is going on?
Rabin motioned to Kujan to speak in a low voice. He motioned that they were passing a large office where many police officers could hear the conversation.
Rabin: I have already assured the prosecutor. The whole case became politically related. The mayor is here too, my goodness, the head of the police station also called this morning. This guy is covered by someone, and there are people guarding him up and down.
Kujan: When will he be released on bail?
Rabin: Up to two hours.
Kujan: I want to see him.
Rabin came to the door of the office marked with his name, pushed the door to let Kujan enter, and followed behind him.
20. Interior view of Rabin's office
Rabin: Please sit down, David.
Rabin's office is in a mess. The desk seems to have been unorganized for several weeks, or even years. The papers on the desk are piled up in a mess.
There is a bulletin board on the wall opposite his desk, which is covered with various documents, including wanted orders, various memos, memos, and posters. It looks very different from other police offices. Rabin is the kind of person who works in a mysterious way, and it is difficult for others to understand him. He himself looked very confused.
Rabin: Even if I agreed with you to talk to him, he would not be willing. He has been specifically approved not to record his confession, and he also knows that there is a wireless recording device in the interrogation room.
Kujan: This is not an interrogation, just... a pleasant meeting to kill time.
Rabin (reminding tone): He will not enter the interrogation room.
Kujan: So somewhere else.
Rabin: Where?
Kujan looked around Rubin's messy office.
Rabin: No, no, no, no, no.
Kujan: If this is a drug deal, where are the drugs? If it was a coincidence, who would call it?
Rabin: I'm sure you have a bunch of weird theories to answer these questions.
Kujan: Damn, you fully understand what I'm thinking.
Rabin: That's crazy, David. but it does not matter. He has been pardoned, and his statement has been passed. He doesn't know what you want to know.
Kujan: I don't think so, or not exactly. There are many ways to say his statement. I want to know why 27 people died on the dock, seemingly for the $91 million drug deal, but those drugs are not there. First of all, I need to confirm that Keaton is dead.
Rabin: He is dead.
Kujan: There are still two hours, it's time for him to pay the bail.
Rabin: They are all dead. No matter how brave you say they are, Keaton is no exception. All the people on the ship did not escape alive.
21. The
sign of "Special Care" is marked on a door of the Interior Hospital during the day . The door was opened.
The corridor suddenly became lively. Dr. Lisa Plumber, 50, walked quickly, followed by Jack Bell, with a firm and decisive expression.
Doctor Richley Walters, a young doctor intern, rushed forward at the age of twenty-eight or ninety-nine.
Plumber: Richley, this is Jack Bell from the FBI. This is Dr. Richley Walters.
Richley: Nice to meet you.
Bell: Can he speak?
Richley: He just woke up in less than an hour. He didn't speak English-he didn't speak it later.
Bell: Is it Hungarian?
Richley: I don't know.
Bell: It's Hungary. Many of them are Hungarians. Do any of your colleagues understand Hungarian?
Richley: We only have one audiologist who understands Turkish.
Richley opened the door and Bell went in.
22. In the interior hospital ward,
Bell suddenly stopped in front of a hospital bed, which was covered with various medical equipment. Lying on the bed was a person who could not be named for the time being. He is actually Alkosh Kovas, 35 years old. His whole body was wrapped in bandages and plaster from waist to chin, like a mummy.
Kovas (Hungarian): Are you a policeman? I want to talk to the police. He will find me and kill me. I want the police. I will tell them everything they want to know. Please, I will be killed.
Bell: Can he survive?
Plumber: It's possible.
Bell stepped forward, knelt down on one leg by Kovash's bed, watched Kovash's burnt face, and listened to him for a while. Kovas talks endlessly-
Kovas (Hungarian): Find someone who understands me, you idiot. I will be killed. If the murderer really wants to do this, you can't escape. Save me, God. They are all fools. Find someone who understands Hungarian, or you will all be finished.
Bell took out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and began to dial the number--
Bell: Call the hospital security and have someone guard the door until the police arrive.
Kovas (Hungarian): Why are you standing alone, you idiots? Yes, I do not speak English. Don't you want to find someone who understands my words, so maybe you also know who set the fire? He is a demon. You idiots may have never seen someone like Kaiser Sauze in your life's tragic experience. Kaiser Sauze, at least do you understand something? Kaiser Sauze, a demon-like figure. Otherwise, you are so stupid that you haven't heard of him, like the American police. Kaiser Sozer, you ridiculous people. Kaiser Sozer.
Richley ran out of the ward. Kovash chattered loudly, hoping to get Bell's attention. Bell plugged one ear with his finger so that he could hear the call.
Plumber: Is he a dangerous person?
Bell: Yes.
The answer to answer the phone came from the other end of the phone.
Bell: Joel, this is Bell. I am in Los Angeles. The guy who was rescued from the harbor was called Alkosh Kovas...Yes, I'm sure...No, he has finished playing...what? I can't hear you clearly. (To Kovasz) Shut up, you bastard, I'm on the phone. (To the phone) Yes...no...until I find someone who can look after him. Listen, I need you to send someone who can speak Hungarian. He is now awake, speaking like a Thai prostitute... How did I know? Find me someone who can understand him.
Bell was suddenly attracted by what Kovas said. In his endless chattering and incomprehensible speech, the two words he uttered caught Bell's attention.
He turned his head and stared at the man lying on the bed. Kovash realized that Bell was listening to him, so he repeated the two words just now.
Kovasz: Kaiser Sozer.
Bell: What did you say (signing to Kovas to say it again)?
Kovasz: Kaiser Sozer.
Bell: Isn't it nonsense? (To the phone) Joel, call Dan Metzersay from the Notary Public and find David Kujan from the Customs Department.
23. Interior corridor police station
Rabin came out of a small room. Behind him, we caught a glimpse of a studio with electric wires on the bench inside.
Kujan also came out after a while and straightened his tie slightly.
Rabin opened the door of his office and Kujan entered. Before closing the door, Rabin took a look at the situation in the aisle.
When the door was closed, we could only recognize the back of Verba's head. He is sitting in Rabin's office, smoking a cigarette.
24. Interior Rabin's office
Kujan and Rabin sit opposite Verba.
Kujan (angrily): Virba, you know we are doing our best to help you.
Verba: Of course. I am very grateful for this. And I want to help you too, Special Police Kujan. I like the police. I wanted to be an FBI detective by myself, but my own conditions...
Kujan: Verba, I know you have some things. I know you didn't tell us everything.
Verba: I told the police station everything I knew.
25. In the interior work room
Rabin was standing next to a dirty-dressed technician Louis. The room they stayed in was full of electrical equipment. Louis adjusted several buttons on the receiver until the voices of Cujan and Verba became clear through a tiny speaker on the wall. Rabin reached out and grabbed a pot of coffee next to him.
Kujan (voice): I know you like Keaton, and I also know that you think he is a good person.
Verba (voice): I know he is a good person.
Kujan (voice): He is a corrupt policeman, Verba.
26. Interior view of Rabin's office
Verba: Of course. 15 years ago. But he was a kind thief, and the police prevented him from going on the right path.
Kujan: Keaton is a pile of shit.
Verba: You want to hang on to my words, Special Police Kujan.
Kujan: I just want to hear your story.
Verba: It's all up there.
He tapped a finger on the stack of paper that Kujan brought in. Kujan picked up the stack of paper and looked through it.
Kujan: According to your confession, you're just a gangster. Everything you do is learned from others.
Verba: That is not allowed. Everything inside is ulterior.
Kujan: Ah, I know. Your business is done beautifully. Completely innocent.
Verba (laughing): But I also have the charge of "illegal possession of a gun". I will serve a full 6 months in prison.
Kujan (smiling): Do you know a businessman named Ruby Dimer, Verba?
Verba: Do you know a priest named John Paul?
Kujan: Do you know that Ruby is in Attica?
Verba: He doesn't have a lawyer like me.
Kujan: I know Ruby. He is very respected and likes me very much.
Verba sensed that there was something in the words. He put away his smile.
Kujan: Now I know that your statement has been sealed. Ruby didn't. And there are people running for him. If he said that he found out that you leaked his name to the police station, what would you think?
Verba: There was nothing about Ruby in the confession.
Kujan: I will mention this to him.
Verba couldn't laugh anymore. He glared at Kujan with extreme contempt, knowing that he had been deceived.
Kujan: Do you know what I learned first in my work? Do you know what it is? How to identify the murderer. Let’s say we arrested three people for the same murder. The three of them were locked up in the same cell overnight. Who is still sleeping there the next morning, that is who you want. If you feel guilty and know that you will be arrested, you can rest comfortably-relax your vigilance, understand?
Verba: I don't understand.
Kujan: Then let me tell the truth. I am smarter than you. I will find out everything I want to know. And whether you want it or not, I will get what I need from you.
Verba: I'm not so good to scare mice.
Kujan put his hand on the transcript of Verba's confession. Rabin came in with a cup of coffee. Verba took it and took a sip with ease.
Verba: Ah. Recall that when we were picking coffee beans in Guatemala, we were used to drinking fresh coffee. I mean it was just picked from the tree. That tastes great. This kind of coffee is like shit, but,
huh ... Rabin: Can we continue talking?
Kujan: What happened after the lineup to check the accent?
Verba looked at Kujan contemptuously, unable to change the subject.
27. Location Police Department Night New York
Keaton stopped at the top of the steps in front of the police station six weeks ago and lit a cigarette. Eddie appeared behind him, extremely angry.
Eddie: ...The police officer who interrogated you actually told me that he couldn't release you? Can you believe it? Even when there is nothing to sue you. God, this is the police in New York. I want to take a picture of your injured face. The first thing this morning is to take it to the police station.
Keaton: Forget it.
He watched Finster and McManus standing across the street talking next to the newsstand. McManus was flipping through the magazine.
Eddie: I will never let this matter go.
Keaton glanced to the right and saw Hockney preparing to call a taxi.
Eddie: I'm going to present this matter to the chief jury on Monday.
Keaton: Eddie, don't do that. I don't want to listen to this now. What did Renault and Fortier say?
Eddie: They want more time to consider investment issues.
Keaton: Damn it.
Eddie: They just said it takes time.
Keaton: What time do they want, Eddie? Want to know more about me, this is what they want. No matter how hard you try to cover up my past, they will find out who I am.
Eddie: Give me a little confidence. I have done this with you, let's resort to the grand jury. It will never end like this, if we...
Keaton: No, it will never end. In less than a week, all investors in this city will leave us. Things ended like this. I'm done too.
At this moment, Verba walked out of the door and saw Keaton. He said "please give way" and limped down the steps, as if he had forgotten who he had run into because of his concentration on the steps.
Eddie: Don't tell me to give up now, Dean.
Keaton: They won't stop.
Eddie: I love you.
Keaton (thinking): They ruined me tonight.
Eddie: Dean, I love you, did you hear what I said?
Verba walked to the sidewalk, stopped, and turned around, only to realize that the person on the steps was Keaton.
Eddie: Go to my house. We will consider these issues tomorrow.
Keaton and Verba looked at each other for a while. Then Keaton looked at the newsstand and saw Fenster looking at him.
Keaton: Huh?
McManus noticed Fenster, so he looked away from the magazine and stared at Fenster to see what he was paying attention to.
Eddie: Come home with me, Dean? I beg you.
Keaton watched Hockney step into the taxi. Hockney looked at Finster and McManus. And they are watching Keaton. This also made Hockney notice Keaton.
Suddenly, Eddie also realized the surrounding situation. She also noticed other people on the street. She reached out and took Keaton's arm and pushed him gently, looking at the other people.
Eddie: Go home, Dean.
Keaton: Okay.
Verba stood on the street and looked at everyone. Finster, McManus, and Hockney all looked at him, and then looked at each other. At that moment was a strange and indescribable tacit understanding.
In the end all eyes turned to Keaton. He stood high on the steps of the police station. Then he and Eddie left together.
28. Interior hall aisle during the day
Verba stopped in front of the door of an apartment. He hesitated for a while before knocking on the door.
After a while, the door opened and Keaton stood in the doorway. He was wearing a robe and smoking a cigarette. He looked at Verba calmly.
Keaton: What are you doing here! How did you find me?
Verba: I just asked a detective in the police station. He seemed willing to tell me.
Keaton cursed secretly, and at the same time gestured for Verba to come in.
29. Interior view of Eddie's apartment
Verba walked in and sat on the sofa while looking at Keaton warily. He took a tour of this spacious, beautifully decorated room. Eddie walked into the room, wearing a man's long shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Eddie: Dean, who's here?
She stopped when she saw Verba. Verba stood up and smiled nervously-
Verba: Hello.
Keaton: Verba Roger, this is Eddie Finneran. Eddie, this is Gent, Roger, he is...
Eddie (coldly): I know who he is.
Verba: I hope I didn't bother you.
Eddie: I hope so too. Mr. Gint, would you like something to drink?
Verba: Just a glass of water.
Eddie glared at Keaton fiercely as he went out. Keaton lowered his voice even though he was angry.
Keaton: What the hell do you want?
Verba: I want to talk to you. Those people...
Keaton: I stood on your side to speak last night and helped you, but don't think we are friends. Sorry, I have something else...
Verba: They are going to do one thing. Three million dollars or more.
Keaton said nothing. Verba sat back on the sofa.
Verba: They sent me to negotiate with you. We can hire a fifth person-a driver-that's all you have to do.
Eddie came in and handed Verba a glass of ice water in his hand.
Verba: Thank you.
Verba drank slowly. Eddie stood beside him with an unhappy expression on his face. It was very embarrassing at that moment. She deliberately made Verba feel uncomfortable.
There was a long silence, and finally—
Eddie: Mr. Gint, what do you do?
Verba: Oh...
Eddie: Are you a robber like Dean? Or do other more creative work?
Keaton: Enough, Eddie.
Eddie (angrily): I don't know why you are here, but we won't interfere with you.
Keaton: Eddie, don't do that.
Keaton grabbed Eddie by the arm and wanted to take her to another room. She broke free and became more and more angry.
Eddie: I spend the rest of my life on helping him get a new life-I won't let you spoil-what do you think-get out, get out of my house. Do you dare to come here!
Keaton dragged her now. She broke free and set him aside.
Eddie: Don't touch me. Don't touch it!
She turned and left the room. Somewhere behind the apartment came the sound of slamming the door.
Keaton turned around and stared at Verba. Verba winced.
Keaton: Get out.
Verba: If you let me...
Suddenly, Keaton rushed forward, grabbed Verba by the collar, pulled him from the sofa, dragged him across the room, and then pushed him down in the next room. A wall. Keaton opened the door.
Verba: Don't hurt me.
Keaton (destroyed): Hurt you, you bastard? I can kill you (put him out of the door).
Verba (swiftly): They plan to attack the "most reliable taxi service" that the police helps smuggling.
Keaton paused and was silent for a while.
Verba: "The most reliable taxi service" in New York.
Keaton: They... this is nonsense! They no longer offer such services.
Verba: McManus has a friend in District l4. They came out to work on Thursday. They escorted a guy to smuggle emeralds from South America. Finster and McManus are capable of looting this shipment.
Keaton: How to do it? Who else?
Verba: There is a guy from California. His name is Redfoot.
Keaton: Never heard of it.
Keaton approached Verba and pushed him out. Verba clutched Keaton tightly and held onto it.
Verba: You must come.
Keaton: Why don't you do it? What does it matter to you if I come or not?
Verba: They-they don't know me. You can. Unless you go, otherwise they don't trust me. Look at me, I need your help.
Keaton: It's too difficult.
Verba: Don't tell me you don't need money. Is this your place?
Keaton was speechless.
Verba: They can't stop us, you are the one who understands. It will be very effective for us to attack the police in this way.
Keaton let go of Verba, stepped back, thoughtful.
Verba: No matter how innocent you become, the police station will not let you go now. I am not threatening you. You seem to get along well with this lawyer.
Keaton hit Verba severely in the abdomen, and Verba fell on his knees. Verba coughed and wanted to take a breath.
Keaton: Take care of your mouth.
Verba (gasps in pain): Okay, okay. You say, is that true? Very good.
Keaton gave Verba his hand. Verba winced. Keaton gently helped him back to the sofa. Both of them sat down.
Keaton took out a pack of cigarettes and ordered one each for himself and Verba.
Keaton: I apologize to you.
Verba took the cigarette and took a few puffs. He finally eased, stroking his sore abdomen.
Verba: I'm about to fall apart.
Keaton: Are you okay?
Verba: I'm fine.
Keaton: That's good, I'm so sorry.
Verba: Forget it. I might have stomach bleeding tonight.
Keaton smiled. Verba thought for a while, and laughed with him.
Keaton's laughter gradually ceased. He pondered for a while
-Keaton: How are they going to implement it?
Verba: McManus wants to shoot with a gun. I said absolutely not.
Keaton: What about Nafinster and Hockney?
Verba: They are very angry. They will be desperate. I now have a way that works without killing people. But as I said, if you don't participate, they won't let me intervene.
Keaton: Three million?
Verba: Maybe more.
Keaton: No need to kill?
Verba: If you use my method, it won't be necessary.
After a while.
Keaton (thinking): I swear I will not kill.
Verba smiled. He knew Keaton had agreed to participate.
30. Exterior view of Kennedy Airport during the day
Verba (narration): New York's "most reliable taxi service" is not an ordinary taxi service. It was colluded by a group of corrupt elements from the New York Police Department. They operated high-profit illegal transactions and transported smugglers and drug offenders throughout New York City. As long as you pay a few hundred dollars a mile, you can take your cargo, whether black or white, and be escorted by the police and police cars. These police officers even have their own business.
Oscar Whiterider, a tall gray-haired man, about 50 years old. He was wearing a white suit and came out from the international airport with a large suitcase in his right hand.
Verba (narrator): It didn't take long for someone to ask that this kind of taxi service was banned. From then on, international crimes need to be captured immediately on the spot.
Oscar stood by the side of the road for a long time and lit a cigarette. After a while, a police car drove up to him. He opened the back door and went in.
Verba (narrator): That's how we started. McManus came to work with us; Fenster was a forward; Hockney was a backup; I worked a trick so that no one would be killed-Keaton was the last to clean up the mess. The five of us were able to take over the New York Police Department.
The police car drove out of the airport. A van with a cover followed behind.
31. Interior police car
Officer Jim Strauss, about 40 years old, muscular and piercing eyes. He drives a police car. Sitting next to him was patrolman Steve Ritz, a thin, greedy eye. Both of them are drivers who belong to the "most reliable taxi service" in New York.
Ritz: How about the flight?
Oscar handed Ritz a thick envelope.
Oscar: Can this take me to Peel?
Ritz counted the stacks of hundred-dollar bills in the envelope.
Ritz: This can take you to God's Harbor.
Both of them laughed. Strauss stared at the road with no expression on his face.
32. The
police car on the exterior highway went straight to the center of Manhattan.
33. Outside street later on, the
police car drove on a spacious, unmanned street. A white pickup truck followed behind and drove in the same direction.
34. Interior police car
Strauss looks at the rearview mirror. The white truck was moving fast behind.
Strauss: This is...
Ritz: Beware.
Strauss looked ahead. A small green truck sprang out from nowhere. Strauss quickly stepped on the brakes, and the car came to a halt quickly. The white pickup truck ran into it from behind.
Strauss and Ritz both froze for a while. At this time, the other two small trucks suddenly followed, stopped on both sides of the police car, and surrounded it in the center only a few inches away.
The police car was blocked on all sides.
Suddenly, two machine guns came in through the open car window, one facing Strauss' left temple and the other facing Ritz's right temple. Ritz squinted at everything in front of him.
He saw the driver of the truck next to him holding a gun in one hand. A silk stocking was over his head.
Strauss looked straight ahead. The rear window of a small truck in front of them was lowered. A man with stockings on his head pointed his gun at them.
The other person holding a gun with a tight right hand, we know it is Verba.
Strauss and Ritz raised their hands obediently.
35.
The driver of the white small truck on the outside street came out with a gas tank in one hand and a big hammer in the other. His movements were lightning fast, and he jumped onto the roof of the police car. He stood at the front end of the canopy and slammed it.
36. The
sound of the hammer of an interior police car !
The hammer made three large holes in the windshield, and finally the car window collapsed. Strauss and Ritz were covered with broken glass. Whiteread sat in the back clutching the suitcase tightly, shaking with fright.
The man standing on the roof bent down and pointed a gun at Strauss' face. The face of the man on the roof hangs upside down and looks very scary-the face from the mouth is covered by stockings. Through the voice, we can know that he is McManus.
McManus: Give me the damn thing.
Strauss: Hand it over.
Oscar delivered the suitcase to Strauss in front, and then passed it to McManus through him.
37. The
minivan in front of the interior view. Through the windshield in front of the minivan, we saw Keaton sitting next to the steering wheel. Verba sat behind him, poking his head out of the back window.
Through Keaton's stocking mask, we can see him trembling and sweating-a little worried about what he did.
He looked outside through the rearview mirror, looked at the floor in shame, and shook his head.
38. Interior Police Car
McManus: Give me the money.
Strauss looked at Ritz.
McManus: Where's the money? Give it to me quickly.
Ritz handed the money out through the broken windshield.
McManus took the money and stuffed it into his jacket. He took a step back, unscrewed the lid of the gasoline tank, and quickly poured some gasoline on the roof of the car.
Strauss: Do you know who I am?
A hand reached through the window in the driver's seat and took off the badge from Strauss.
Strauss dared not turn his head to the right because a gun was pointed at him through the car window. To his left is Todd Hockney smiling with a mask.
Hockney: We have to hurry up now.
McManus lit a handful of matches and threw them on the roof when he jumped off the roof. The gasoline burned quickly, and the police car burned quickly.
Strauss and Ritz tried to escape from the car, but the truck next to them was clamped so tightly that they could not open the door.
The small truck drove away.
Strauss and Ritz were able to escape from the car while Oscar was stuck in, he screamed. Strauss and Ritz both stopped and looked at each other, hoping that each other would save Oscar.
39. Later
on, Waijing Street was soon crowded with police cars coming to investigate. Strauss and Ritz were chased by more than a dozen policemen asking questions.
News reporters are everywhere.
Verba (narrator): Keaton called the newspaper that day, and the reporters came to the scene before the police. Three days later Strauss and Ritz were charged. Within a few weeks, more than 50 police officers were suspected of being implicated. The whole thing is so beautifully done. From the head of the policeman to the subordinates, they were all played.
40. Interior parking lot at night
Hockney, Finster, McManus, and Verba all gathered in a remote parking lot and laughed. They still wore the black attire they had during the robbery. Hockney threw everyone a can of beer.
Keaton sat alone. He looked at the others, unable to join their celebration.
The others were sitting around a cheap card table. There are dozens of emeralds on it. Everyone was stunned.
McManus: More than I thought.
Hockney: When will the intermediary come?
McManus: Redfoot? He never came to see me. I must go to see him.
Verba: Are you in California?
McManus: Yes. It will take a few days. I will go with Fenster.
Hockney: Take the damn phone. You and Finster? No, no, no.
McManus: Everyone believe it.
Hockney: I think you should understand my suspicion.
Fenster: So who will go?
Hockney: We all go together. How is it, Keaton?
All eyes turned to Keaton. He awoke from his trance.
Keaton: We should avoid it for a while.
McManus: I agree.
silence.
Everyone looked at each other, and mutual mistrust began to grow. Everyone's eyes were on the emeralds on the table.
Hockney began to snicker, then McManus, Finster, and finally Verba joined in.
McManus grabbed Verba, hugged him, and shook him desperately-
McManus: It's up to you to figure it out.
Suddenly, everyone shouted and poured beer on Verba's head. His head was full of white foam, and he laughed himself, almost out of breath. Others cheered his name.
Keaton looked at the other side of the room, barely squeezing a smile.
41. The interior parlor attorney's office during the day
Keaton and Wei Erba sit side by side on a sofa. A sign behind them read "Montgomery and LaGuardia Law Firm".
Verba: We are about to miss our flight.
Keaton: I can catch up.
Verba: You don't need to come in person. Just send her a card or something.
Keaton: We can catch the plane.
Voiceover: Ms. Finneran will come to see you soon.
Keaton stood up and paced back and forth in the reception room. He came to a row of glass doors and looked inside.
Keaton realized that he was standing on a balcony overlooking the library below.
Keaton saw Eddie talking about work with an older woman. They chatted for a while.
Suddenly, Keaton turned around, a little surprised. Verba was already standing behind him.
Verba: We are going to delay the flight. She will understand.
Eddie smiled and talked with the older woman happily. Keaton's face was full of guilt and distress. He turned and left the reception room. Verba glanced at Eddie one last time, then turned to face Keaton.
42.
Eddie in the interior library seems to realize that there is something behind him. She turned around and looked at the reception room through the glass door.
No one is there anymore. She continued to talk to the older woman.
43. Interior Rabin's office Los Angeles now
Kujan: The story is so moving, I almost shed tears.
Verba: Do you want to know what happened after the lineup to check the accent? Let me tell you.
Kujan: Do you really think I believe he doesn't wash his hands anymore? For a woman? Bullshit. He is using her.
Verba: He loves her.
Kujan: Of course. I think it was not his idea to attack the "most reliable taxi service" plan.
Verba: It was all invented by Finster and McManus.
Kujan: Stop talking nonsense. Keaton worked as a police officer for four years. In addition to him, who else knows the "most reliable taxi service" better? The whole thing has something to do with him.
Verba: You always push all of these to Keaton. That's not the case. He must know it too, but Eddie helped him turn around. I swear, everything I say is true.
Kujan: Let me tell you something. I know Dean Keaton. I have been investigating him for three full years. The guy I know is a cold-blooded bastard. The Los Angeles Police Department accused him of murder three times, but he dumped them all, so don't confuse me with beautiful illusions.
Verba: You are completely wrong.
Kujan: Really? Keaton was prosecuted in seven cases during his tenure. After each incident, the witness either changed his statement to the jury or was killed before he appeared in court. But they finally caught him in the loop, and he went to jail for five years. He killed three prisoners in the prison-one of them was stabbed in the back vertebrae with a knife and then strangled to death. Of course I can't prove that it was murdered, but I can't prove that it was not murdered.
Kujan stopped for a few sips of coffee.
Kujan: Dean Keaton is dead. do you know? He died in a fire two years ago. This is also in the process of investigating a witness who intends to accuse him. Two people saw him walking into a warehouse. The warehouse belonged to him before it was burned. They said he went in to check the leaking gasoline pipeline. The warehouse suddenly exploded and Keaton followed suit. Within three months after the incident, two witnesses died. One committed suicide in his car, and the other fell from the driving elevator and fell to his death.
44. In the interior work room
Rabin and Louis are eavesdropping while looking at each other.
Kujan (into the speaker): Six weeks ago, I received an anonymous call, telling me that Keaton and his lawyer could be found in the Mondino restaurant to have dinner with his lawyer, and he was there. At that time, because he never profited from the death
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