The French Connection Page #2

BLACK PUSHER's brow furrows, looks up just a little.

BLACK PUSHER:

I don't...

DOYLE:

Ever pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?

BLACK PUSHER:

What?

DOYLE:

Did you ever pick your feet in

Poughkeepsie?

BLACK PUSHER:

I don't know what you're talkin'

about.

DOYLE:

Were you ever in Poughkeepsie?

BLACK PUSHER:

No... yeah...

DOYLE:

Did you ever sit on the edge of the

bed, take off your socks and stick

your fingers between your toes?

BLACK PUSHER:

Man, I'm clean.

DOYLE:

You made three sales to your

roaches back there. We had to

chase you through all this sh*t and

you tell me you're clean?

5.

RUSSO:

Who stuck up the laundromat?

DOYLE:

How about that time you were

picking your feet in Poughkeepsie?

The BLACK PUSHER'S eyes go to RUSSO in panic, looking for

relief from the pressure of the inquisition.

RUSSO:

(in pain)

You better give me the guy who got

the old Jew or you better give me

something or you're just a memory

in this town.

BLACK PUSHER:

That's a lot o' sh*t. I didn't do

nothin'.

The BLACK PUSHER's eyes are on DOYLE, frozen in confusion

and fear.

DOYLE:

You put a shiv in my partner. Know

what that means? All winter I

gotta listen to him gripe about his

bowling scores. Now I'm gonna bust

your ass for those three bags -

then I'm gonna nail you for pickin'

your feet in Poughkeepsie.

EXT. HEADQUARTERS NARCOTICS BUREAU OF THE NYPD 12 OLD SLIP

AND SOUTH STREETS - NIGHT

DOYLE and RUSSO standing side by side on the front steps of

the old First Precinct on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

RUSSO has his overcoat over his shoulders as a cape. The

sleeve of his left arm is rolled up over a blood-stained

bandage on the left forearm.

DOYLE:

Havin' trouble? You're a dumb

guinea.

RUSSO:

How'd I know he had a knife.

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