Introducing 'The Usual Suspects' Page #2

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You a lawyer's wife?

What kind of retainer are you givin' her?

Hey, Fenster, do your friend a favour.

Tell him to keep quiet.

Dean Keaton.

Gone clean, huh?

Say it ain't so.

Or was it you that hit that truck?

Mac, Mac, forget him.

Did you get to talk to your lawyer?

- This whole thing was a shakedown.

- What makes you say that?

How many times you been in a line-up?

It's always you and four dummies. PD pay

homeless guys $10 a head half the time.

And there's no way

they'd line five felons in the same row.

And a voice line-up? A public

defender can get you outta that one.

- So why the hell was I strip-searched?

- That was the feds.

Truckload of guns get snagged. Customs

comes down on NYPD wanting answers.

They come up with us.

They're clutching at straws.

- I had a guy's finger up my a**hole.

- Is it Friday already?

Yeah, lover boy. You want a piece?

So who in the goddamn piss hell

stole our f***ing truck?

- What did you say?

- Who stole the f***ing truck?

- I don't want to know.

- Who asked you, working man?

F*** who did it!

I wanna know who's the gimp.

- He's OK.

- How do I know that?

- What about it? What's your story?

- His name is Verbal.

- Verbal Kint.

- Verbal?

- Yeah.

- Roger really. People say I talk too much.

- I was just gonna tell you to shut up.

- We met before once or twice.

- In county. I was in for fraud.

- A line-up then, too. What happened?

I walked. 90 days, suspended.

- So you did it!

- All right, now, look.

We've all been put out

by this whole thing, right?

So I figure we owe it to ourselves

to salvage a little dignity.

Now, me and Fenster

heard about a little job.

- Why don't you just calm down?

- What do you care what he has to say?

I'm just talkin' here.

It seems like Mr Hockney wants to hear

what I got to say. I know Fenster's down.

What about you, guy?

I'm interested. Sure.

There, see? So now I'd like

to exercise my right to free assembly.

Why don't you just shut up?

You're missing the point.

No.

You're missing the point.

I don't wanna hear anything from you.

I don't care about your job.

And...

I want nothing to do with any of you.

I beg your pardon,

but you can all go to hell.

Dean Keaton, gone the high road.

What is the world coming to?

F*** him.

That was how it started. Five men

brought in on a trumped-up charge

to be leaned on by halfwits.

OK. Now I really can't

talk about it much here...

What the cops never figured out,

and what I know now,

was that these men would

never break, never lie down,

never bend over for anybody.

Anybody.

SAN PEDRO:

- Who are you?

- Agent Jack Baer, FBI. How many dead?

bodies out of the water though.

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