The Verdict Page #2

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The Funeral Manager gives Galvin a small shove, and goes

back to his post at the door, greeting the entering mourners.

"Good evening..."

ANGLE:

Galvin, the ground cut out from under

him. Standing watching the mourners

enter.

EXT. SECOND FUNERAL STREET - DUSK

Galvin walking down a residential street. He has been walking

a while in the cold, snowy night. He stops for a stoplight

at a corner, waits for the light although there is no traffic.

Lights a cigarette. The light changes. He looks both ways

and irresolutely starts across the street. He stops. He checks

his watch. He sighs, and starts back in the opposite

direction.

INT. O'ROURKE'S BAR - NIGHT

Galvin holding forth at the bar of a seedy drinking-man's

establishment, THREE DRINKERS, acquaintances, standing around

him, appreciative.

GALVIN:

Pat says, 'Mike... there's a new

bar, you go in, for a half a buck

you get a beer, a free lunch, and

then take you in the back room and

they get you laid.'

The bartender, JIMMY, comes up to Galvin.

JIMMY:

Another, Frank...?

GALVIN:

(gestures to include

group)

...everybody. Mike says, 'Pat, you

mean to tell me for a buck you get a

free lunch and a beer, and then you

go in the back and get laid?' 'That's

correct.' Mike says, 'Pat. Have you

been in this bar ?' Pat says, 'No,

but my sister has...'

(gestures to Jimmy)

Everyone. Buy yourself one too.

INT. GALVIN'S OFFICE - NIGHT

The seedy, disorganized small office, Galvin in shirt-sleeves

opening a file cabinet. He takes out an armload of files,

carries them to a wastebasket and throws them in. He sits on

his desk, as if exhausted by his effort, pours from a whiskey

bottle into a large water glass, downs the glass.

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