Mortal Thoughts Scrip
Why dont you take my seat, Mrs. Kellogg.
- Right here? - Yes.
If its too cold for you, well close the window.
No, its all right. Im fine. Thank you.
Ready?
Lets get started.
Were speaking with Cynthia Kellogg who has come forward voluntarily...
to give information in the case regarding James Urbanski.
In attendance are Detective John Woods...
and myself, Detective Linda Neal
phrase it like that.
- How would you phrase it?
- She has, um, these dreams.
- Is she a clairvoyant?
- No.
Does she talk to dead people?
Communicate with the dead?
What? Detective, this isnt a seance.
I was gonna ask
does she wear a turban? (Laughs )
One of those crystal balls
with a lamp shade?
- None of that.
- Just checking.
Tell me what happened.
She dreamt the child
was taken to an orchard
detectives came to see me.
I had him wait.
I could watch him through the half-open door.
I noted that his attention was fixed upon my clock.
There was only one other in existence...
and that was in Lauras apartment...
in the very room where she was murdered.
Careful there. That stuff is priceless.
Come in here, please.
Mr. Lydecker?
Ah, you recognize me. How splendid.
Sit down, please.
Nice littl
fault.
I didnt mean to startle you.
Looks like youve been running
into all sorts of things lately.
Yeah. Oh, this
is just a little...
- Oh, lady.
- [Chuckling] Oh, really, sir.
Excuse me.
Over cubes.
Dual quads, all synchro box,
zero to under five.
All right, Miss Bennett.
Ill see to this gentleman myself.
May I be of service, sir?
I see that youre a person
who appreciates fine things.
Youre no d
Anamorph Script
They were pulling her out of the river
when I got there
more water than blood in her
at that point.
-- Was she able to speak?
-- No.
She stopped breathing
OK, that should be enough
Detective Aubrey, despite
some irregularities ...
with regards to proper
Police procedures,
We will not be proceeding
any further with our inquiry.
Six weeks have elasped ...
since the last Uncle Eddie
Detective Pavletz.
Howre you doin, Sarge?
Hold on.
Okay.
"Black male...
"...D.O.A...
"...in car...
"...intersection...
"...Hubbard...
"...and Leavitt.
"Apparent gunshot victim."
Whats "apparent," Sarge?
"Huge...
"...fuckin bullet holes...
"...in head...
"...and chest."
Good enough. All right.
Mad Dog. Youre up.
Ass end of the South Side, right?
No, you got a male dead man
in the th district. Youl
fault
if the city dont fix the roads
dd
Thingsll get better,Joe
You know?
Things always get better
Before you know it,
well be eligible for retirement
Down at Atlantic City
sippin on margaritas or something
Yeah
Forty yearsll go by in no time
Hey, pull over That thing there
It might make a good toolbox
- Its a piece of crap
- Pull over Stop the car
Come on, stop the car!
Joey, hurry up
and get yo
fault.
Dont walk away
from your father.
Jamie... can I come in?
So, champ...
Are those hands
registered weapons yet?
Oh, is this it? Wow!
This is really cool.
How do you do this? Like this?
No. I know. Like this.
What do you think?
How about this?
]Grunting]
Whaah! Yah!
Whoa!
Yah! Woo!
Nyah! Ha!
Ive done something
really stupid today.
JAMIE: I dont care.
Oh, come on, Jamie.
I hope this is not tru
fault. Im sorry.
Sorry.
Hey, good luck.
See, this is what Im talking about.
Old school. Method.
- Studio.
- Brando. Put this in the pouch to L.A.
Get Gay Perry on the phone.
Now, get this, theyre screen-testing me.
Is that wild?
One minute, Im boosting Xboxes
in the East Village...
...the next,
Im sipping champagne in L.A.
- Hi.
- Hey.
So, what do you do?
Im retired.
I invented dice when I was a
As they travel, various objects (pens, tapes, CDs, toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are discarded from inside their jackets.
They are pursued by two hard-looking Store Detectives in identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud maintain their lead.
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washi