The Limey Page #4

ED:

Couple weeks before she died, Jennifer

asked me to drive her downtown. Said she

was meeting -- her boyfriend --

Valentine. But I think she was looking

for him.

FLASH CUTS:

ED AND JENNIFER. In a car, downtown. She has the same steely

intensity as her father. Ed looks a little worried.

WILSON:

(lighting Ed's cigarette)

What, tryin' to catch him with another

bird?

ED:

That's what I thought, man. But it was

not a hotel or nothin' that we went to.

It was someplace else.

WILSON:

Where abouts?

FLASH CUTS:

JENNIFER. Talking to a beefy SUPERVISOR. Or talking at him.

Either way, he isn't happy.

MEAT PUPPETS. Watch instead of working.

ED. Taking all this in.

ED:

Bad place, man. Bad people. Some guys

loading some trucks. Some kinda deal

goin' down.

(anticipating Wilson's next

question)

I don't know and I don't care. Maybe

they're shipping fava beans to Eskimos.

WILSON:

Did Jenny know?

ED:

(shrugs)

Valentine wasn't even there. If he was

into something, if she was involved --

who can say.

(stands up again)

But I'll tell you something. She stood

in front of these dudes, man. Eyeballing

them. Checking them out.

(beat)

I felt like she was covering my ass that

day.

Unconsciously rubbing his arms where his tattoos are.

ED:

I drove her back to Valentine's house.

FLASH CUT:

VALENTINE. Standing in front of his house. His expression

says:
We have something to discuss.

ED:

He was standing outside waiting for her.

That's the only other time I ever saw

him.

(a short sad note)

Last time I saw her.

He meets Wilson's gaze. As hard and pointed as a drill

through his skull.

CUT.

INT. ED'S CAR. NIGHT.

Ed drives Wilson back to his motel. Wilson silent. Ed still

not quite sure who he's dealing with. Is this really or

merely a grieving dad?

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