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CHERRY PAGES 1.21.15 8.
WECHT (CONT'D)
(Bennet’s giving nothing)
And we talked about the knives.
You’re still throwing them away.
They’re expensive. This is
Pittsburgh. We’re a public agency.
BENNET:
Would you want me to cut open your
mother with the knife I used on a
serial killer?
WECHT:
Don’t tempt me. I’d probably
request it.
Wecht sighs. Bennet’s not wrong. But still--
WECHT (CONT’D)
Danny may look like a butcher,
smokes three packs a day, but he’s
one of life’s unpleasant
necessities. You’ll probably do his
goddamn autopsy soon-
BENNET:
That’s what I told him.
WECHT:
I know you did. He told me. Why are
you antagonizing him?
(and looks at him)
You need a girlfriend. You have to
while. Living women are a pain in
the ass. But occasionally they’re
amazing.
(--)
So maybe just a little less of an
artist? Be yourself, just play the
game a little, okay?
thick file--)
BENNET:
(can’t do it--)
I have exams next week.
WECHT:
Death row case. The guy’s being
railroaded. A thousand dollars for
you.
Bennet looks at him.
CHERRY PAGES 1.21.15 9.
BENNET:
How do you become a professional
expert witness?
WECHT:
It’s not a profession, it’s a
hobby. You and I have jobs, right?
So instead of watching baseball -
or playing bridge with my wife - I
do this. Besides, by the time your
balls are hanging as low as mine,
you better be expert in something.
BENNET:
You’re the best, Cyril.
WECHT:
Well, if you don’t piss everyone
off, you’re going to be better.
And Bennet leans into crime scene photos, police and
forensics reports. Young woman ripped and bloodied.
20 INT. BENNET’S OFFICE - COUNTY CORONER - NIGHT
Bennet in his shitbox storage closet re-fitted as an office.
(We clock the high-school quality microscope he’s been given.
The crappy ancient computer. All his framed degrees stacked
on the floor; no room to hang even one)
He roots in his pocket for a small rusty crucifix, sets it on
his desk, and settles in amidst boxes of files. Crime scene
photos. Bearing down into the paper with his machine-like
focus.
Then stops. Closes the file. Gets up, reaching for his coat-
Now, OVER this, in PRE-LAP, we start to HEAR the infinity
thud of contempo-dance, and we cut to-
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