Thunderheart Page #5

Ray enters, walks into a firm shake.

TULLY:

Ray...

RAY:

Mister Tully.

TULLY:

Do you want a coffee?

RAY:

No. No, no. Thank you.

Ray sits nervously across from Cooch who looks up from the

photos and studies the younger man through reading glasses

and cigarette smoke, and he looks at him like he doesn't

know who the hell he is or why he's sitting there.

TULLY:

Levoi, Cooch. Raymond Levoi, Criminal

Division.

COOCH:

Oh, yeah -- right.

Cooch sticks his cigarette in his left hand, shakes with his

right.

TULLY:

Ray this is --

RAY / TULLY

Frank Couture.

TULLY:

That's right.

COUTURE:

Hello, Ray.

The handshake is still locked. Cooch is still squinting at

the younger agent. Ray obviously knows something about Agent

Couture.

RAY:

It's an honor.

Tully leans back in his chair, crosses his legs casually.

TULLY:

Ray, we're taking you off the street.

We need you out in South Dakota.

Ray's enthusiasm suddenly deflates.

RAY:

South Dakota...

(confused)

Did I do something unsatisfactory,

Sir?

COOCH:

No, Ray. You're gonna have to blame

that on your grandmother.

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