8بخش

Hello.

Why didn’t you run?

I froze up.

I thought about Fenster and how he looked when we buried him.

And then I thought about Keaton, it looked like he might pull it off.

A boy came across a body on the beach this morning.

Thrown clear when the boat burned. Shot twice in the head.

Two guys from the Bureau just identified him.

What else? His name was Arturro Marquez,

a petty smuggler from Argentina.

He was arrested last year in New York for trafficking.

He escapes to California. They pick him up in Long Beach.

They’re setting up extradition, he escapes again.

Now, get this.

Edie Finneran’s brought in to advise on the proceedings.

Kobayashi.

New York faxed me a copy of his testimony.

He was a rat. Yeah, a big fucking rat.

Arturro was very opposed to returning to prison.

So much so that he named close to 50 people.

Guess who he named in the finale.

Keyser Soze.

There’s more.

I’ll tell you what I know. Stop me when this sounds familiar.

There was no dope on that boat.

You, stay quiet.

He’s here.

I know he’s here. That’s him. I’m telling you, that’s him.

I know he’s here!

You can’t understand. That’s him. Shut up.

That’s him, you hear me? I’m telling you, it’s Keyser Soze!

Where’s Hockney? I don’t know.

There’s no coke.

What? You heard me, you dumb fuck.

There’s no coke!

What the fuck do you mean, there’s no coke?

I’ve been up and down this ship. I’ve been in every fucking room!

There’s gotta be coke! There is nothing!

Nothing!

Don’t you fuck with me.

There is no fucking coke!

I’m outta here.

I told them nothing.

I swear.

I told them nothing. Please.