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- That's none of your business.

- Something wrong at law school?

How do you know I'm in law school?

People who aren't, usually

don't carry around dry,

academically-constipated books

about a dead Supreme Court justice.

You're a creep, aren't you?

You've been... You've been following me.

- No, I just noticed the book.

- You just saw the corner of it.

How did you know that?

EDDIE:
I'd seen it before.

Twelve years ago in college.

Sitting on the couch of a TA

I was trying to make,

waiting for her to come

back out of the bathroom,

hoping she'd have a condom.

Somehow my unconscious

had served that up.

A memory I had never even recorded.

Or was it there the whole time

and all I needed was the access?

If you're writing a paper,

that's not the book I'd use.

Well, who asked you?

Hastings has his oral history.

I'd start there.

Interesting point.

Grammatically, this guy was an idiot,

which sort of gives credence

to the theory

that one of the clerks he had fired

actually wrote most of

this guy's major opinions.

You could Google the clerk's sons,

they'd love to talk to you.

Exonerate their dad. That'd give you

something that no one else has...

EDDIE:
Information from the odd

museum show, a half-read article,

some PBS documentary... it was all

bubbling up in my frontal lobes,

mixing itself together into a sparkling

cocktail of useful information.

(LAUGHING)

EDDIE:
She didn't have a chance.

- So, what are your suggestions?

(VALERIE MOANING)

EDDIE:
We'd really worked

on her paper, too.

In 45 minutes, it was a polished gem.

She was pleased.

Home. But it couldn't be my home,

could it?

Who would live like this?

My first thought: Torch it.

But saner heads prevailed.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

EDDIE:
What was this drug?

I couldn't stay messy on it,

I hadn't had a cigarette in six hours,

hadn't eaten, so... abstemious and tidy?

What was this? A drug for people who

wanted to be more anal retentive?

I wasn't high, I wasn't wired.

Just clear.

I knew what I needed to do

and how to do it.

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BANGING OUTSIDE)

EDDIE:
The next morning, I sent

a little probe down into my brain.

No surge of brilliance

came up to greet me.

In short... I was back.

But, something remained.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

You're kidding.

- No.

- Words have appeared on paper.

- Yes.

- Written by you.

All you have to do is read three pages.

Just read three pages

in the next hour and...

...if you don't want to keep reading,

I'll give you back the advance.

OK.

- OK, Eddie.

- OK.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

WOMAN:
Eddie,

give me a call when you get in.

WOMAN:
Eddie, I'm 40 pages further in.

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