The Usual Suspects Page #6

RENAULT:

Is there a problem, Mr. Keaton?

KUJAN:

The small matter of a stolen truck-load

of guns that wound up on a boat to

Ireland last night.

Renault and Fortier's confusion is giving way to suspicion.

FORTIER:

Mr. Keaton?

KEATON:

If you will excuse us for a moment,

gentlemen.

KUJAN:

We need to ask you some questions

downtown. You'll be quite awhile.

Renault starts to get up.

RENAULT:

We should leave you to discuss whatever

this is.

KEATON:

Please. Sit.

Keaton stands up and throws a wad of money on the table to

cover the check. He looks at Edie. She moves to stand, but he

sits her back down with a hand on her shoulder.

KEATON:

Enjoy the meal.

(To Edie)

I'LL call you.

Kujan takes him by the arm, but Keaton yanks away.

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10.

He looks out over the dozens of other faces in the

restaurant. Everyone is looking at him with some level of

surprise. If Keaton is humiliated by the whole affair, he

hides it well.

11 INT. LOCK-UP HALLWAY - NIGHT 11'

A police officer steps into the frame and opens the steel

door.

FOLLOW A PAIR OF FEET as they shuffle across the cement

floor. The shoes are shabby and worn, as are the wrinkled

pants that hang too low and loose at the cuffs. The right

foot is turned slightly inward and falls with a hard limp. It

is clear that the knee does not extend fully.

The sound of a steel door opening. The bottom corner of a

steel cage comes into view. Another set of feet falls into

step with the first. Another steel door and another set of

feet. Another door, another and another. Five pairs of feet

walk single file down the hall.

The lame feet are in the front of the line. They come to

another steel door, this one solid and covered with dents and

rivets.

CRANE UP TO REVEAL:

ROGER KINT, VERBAL to his few friends. He has a deeply lined

face, making his thirty-odd years a good guess at best. From

his twisted left hand, we can see that he suffers from a

slight but not debilitating palsy. Behind him are Dean

Keaton, Fred Fenster, McManus and Todd Hockney. t

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