Ticker Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 2001
- 92 min
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REILLY:
Don't talk.
RICE:
Take your time... one day at a time, kid...
Rice takes Reilly's hand and pats it on his wristwatch.
RICE (cont.)
It's all I got... it's yours.
REILLY:
It don't work-
RICE:
(grinning)
Ain't that a sh*t--
Rice's eyes go blank, he exhales his last breath.
Reilly winces, eyes welling up. His gaze moves at the Girl.
The Girl stares uncomfortably, a blink of sympathy stealing
past her hard exterior ...
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MORNING
Looking numb, out of place, Rice's blood still on his
trenchcoat, Reilly walks in, weaves through a chaos of
ringing phones, overworked cops, suspects being booked.
Cops look up, whisper about him.
Turning a corner, Reilly bumps into a bulldog of a cop,
HARRY, hustling The Girl out of a booking room. She's got a
The Girl and Reilly make eye contact, intimate somehow, a
flash of vulnerability and fear in The Girl's face...
HARRY:
Hey, Reilly, Captain's looking
for you.
Reilly snaps out of it, continues on. Reilly nods as Harry
hustles the girl away.
INT. CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - DAY
Behind his desk, a work-weary captain, WINTERS, 50s, sucks
coffee as he grills ARTIE PLUCHINSKY, 40s, a slick suit-and-
tie homicide detective.
WINTERS:
Prints?
PLUCHINSKY:
Nothing so far.
WINTERS:
What about the ballistics report?
PLUCHINSKY:
Lab's backed up, we're still waiting
for it.
Reilly walks in.
REILLY:
Captain...
WINTERS:
Reilly, what the hell happened out there? Why
didn't you call for back-up?
REILLY:
(at a loss, sad)
Sir, I--
Reilly looks at his watch (we notice he's now wearing Rice's
watch). He taps it, listens to see if it's ticking.
WINTERS (contíd)
(softening)
Dammit, Rice was a good man,
REILLY:
I want to work this.
PLUCHINSKY:
You're vice, not homicide. Besides, you don't
have the experience and you're too personally
involved.
REILLY:
But sir--
WINTERS:
You know the rules. You're off the street
`til I.A.D. clears the investigation. Now go
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