this is another of the ones we think are worth pursuing. lots of work went into it. no prints. we're doing lab work on it. it could be nothing.
this 'i have nothing' business is a natural with the record and movie and all. the projector light goes off and the room light goes on. the room is practically bare. ray court, a prematurely white-haired, career civil servant, raises the window shade. sunlight streams in. on court's lapel is a tiny p.t. boat pin. terry minella, a slight, dark 35-year-old, offers frank a cigarette; frank declines, minella lights up.
i sort of lost track of you after washington.
how's the private stuff?
big money, i bet? huh? frank shrugs. court looks at minella knowingly.
shit. i knew it. it is big money. fuck! you need an assistant? i'm ready to get out. i've lost my tolerance for assholic behavior. you should see the jerk we're covering now.
'hellfire henry' kent.
which isn't exactly surprising, considering what the shithead's
we'll put this stuff through washington. behavioral sciences should have something in a few days.
yeah?
politics and show business are practically the same these days.  got any crowd photos we can use?
good luck.
it matches the traces in the glue, frank. we're getting to him. we're gonna nail this fucker.
hey, frank. it's good money, isn't it? frank hangs up.