The Usual Suspects Page #3

HOCKNEY:

We don't do gun repair.

S EXT. STREET - NEW YORK - DAY

FRED FENSTER, a tall, thin man in his thirties strolls

casually down the street. He is dressed conspicuously in a

loud suit and tie with shoes that have no hope of matching.

He smokes a cigarette and chews gum at the same time.

He happens to glance over his shoulder and notice a brown

Ford sedan with four men in it cruising along the curb. He

picks up his step a little. The Ford keeps up.

He looks ahead at the corner. He tries to look as comfortable

as he can, checking his watch as though remembering an

appointment he is late for. The Ford stays right on him.

SUDDENLY, he bolts. He gets no more than a few yards before

cars pour out of every conceivable nook and cranny. Brakes

are squealing, radios squawking, guns cocking. Fenster is

surrounded instantly. He stops short and flaps his hands on

his thighs in defeat.

6 INT. MONDINO'S RESTAURANT - DAY

An attractive man and woman walk quickly through the front of

a small New York cafe. They are charged with nervous, excited

energy.

YELLOW 06/11/94

5A.

The man is DEAN KEATON, a well dressed, sturdy looking man in

his forties with slightly graying hair. He looks much better

than he did in the opening scene. The woman with him is EDIE

FINNERAN, age thirty-three, poised and attractive - Easily

the calmer of the two.

BLUE 06/01/94

6.

They come to a staircase at the back of the restaurant

leading down to a dark room. Edie takes Keaton's arm and

stops him.

EDIE:

Let me look at you.

Keaton is uncomfortable in his suit, or perhaps the

situation. Still, he smiles with genuine warmth.

Edie straightens his tie and picks microscopic imperfections

from his lapel.

EDIE (CONT'D)

Now remember, this is another kind of

business. They don't earn your respect.

You owe it to them. Don't stare them down

but don't look away either. Confidence.

They are fools not to trust you. That's

the attitude.

KEATON:

I'm having a stroke.

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