detective...
...you neednt protect me
against molestation from young women...
...until I ask you.
Anyone could tell the girl meant no harm.
He aint no tec. Hes a gentleman.
Look at his boots.
How are all your people down at Selsey?
Who told you my people
come from Selsey?
Never mind, they do.
How do you come to be up so far east?
You were born in Lisson Grove.
What arm is there
in my leavin Lisso
up from table)
Who on earth...?
MOM opens door to two police detectives in plain
clothes. DETECTIVE MOORE is younger and more rugged
than the older more world-weary DETECTIVE BRADFORD.
DET. MOORE
Mrs. Sutphin?
MOM
(Nervously)
Yes?
DET. MOORE
(Shows badge)
Im Detective Moore and this
is Detective Bradford.
Subtitle appears "7:26am" and then fades out.
DAD
(Taking over)
Im Dr. Eug
fingertips are off.
-- CLOSE ON SAME HANDS dumping four fishing knives
out of a filthy bag. Their blades are thin,
curved, gleaming sharp.
-- MORE ANGLES, EVEN CLOSER. We can HEAR the MANs
wheezing BREATHING, but we still havent seen
his face. We never will. We just SEE more metal
being assembled with crude tools, into some sort
of linkage -- a splayed, spidery sort of apparatus,
against a backgr
detectives, FEDORCHUK and
ALTEREZ, who are waiting for the ball scores.
FEDORCHUK
I remember where I was -- pissing
off my balcony at the neighbors
dog!
Others laugh.
ALTEREZ
(yells at Crais on TV)
Get to the goddamn ball scores!
ON THE TV SCREEN, an on-location interview with a CAL-TECH
PROFESSOR comes up. Her name and title appear across the
bottom of the screen.
CAL-TECH PROFESSOR
From the tim
fingertips.
-All right.
No, theres no way, man.
No way.
Please?
Okay, Ill do you nine
if you take the Hugo Boss for 10.
Done. Do you want
to have a look, Lara?
You know Im not.
Oh, thank God theres you and
the Pope looking after our souls.
You seem to be under the wrong impression.
These goods are not stolen.
Theyre... manufacturer overruns.
How about some shoes, Mrs. Flaherty?
Like, Ive got load