shrug.
HATCH
Hell, / don't know what to tell 'em! Let Mike do that part it's what they pay him for.
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KIRK
Yeah grocery money, with a few bucks left over for lottery tickets.
48 INTERIOR: MIKE AND LINOGE, IN THE CONSTABLE'S OFFICE NIGHT.
MIKE is sitting in the chair he dragged over. LINOGE is sitting on his bunk with his back to the wall and his knees apart. They look at each other through the bars. In the background, by the desk, JACK CARVER stands watching them.
MIKE
Where's your cane?
(no response from LINOGE) You had a cane I know you did where is it?
(no response from LINOGE) Sir, how did you get to Little Tall Island?
(no response)
MIKE holds up the Polaroid that shows the message over MARTHA'S living room door.
MIKE
"Give me what I want and I'll go away." Did you write that? You did, didn't you?
(no response) Just what is it you want, sir?
No response . . . but the prisoner's eyes gleam. The tips of his teeth show in that creepy little smile. MIKE gives him time, but there is no more.
MIKE
Andre Linoge. I take it you're French. There are a lot of people of French descent on the island. We've got St. Pierres . . . Robichauxes . . . Bissonettes . . .
(no response)
What happened to Peter Godsoe? Did you have something to do with that?
(no response)
How did you happen to know he was running pot out of his warehouse? Always assuming that he was?
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LINOGE
I know a lot. Constable. I know, for instance, that when you were at the University of Maine, and in danger of losing your scholarship over a D in chemistry during your sophomore year, you cheated on the midterm exam. Not even your wife knows that, does she?
MIKE is rocked. He doesn't want LINOGE to see it, but he can't help it.
MIKE
I don't know where you get your information, but you're wrong on that one. I was going to I had a crib sheet, Mr. Linoge, and every intention of using it but I threw it away at the last minute.
LINOGE
I'm sure that over the years, you've convinced yourself that's the truth . . . but right now we both know better. You ought to tell Ralphie sometime. It would make a nice bedtime story, I think. "How Daddy Got Through College."
(shifts his attention to JACK)
You never cheated on an exam in college, did you? Never went to college, and nobody bothers you for pulling D's in high school.
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JACK is staring, wide-eyed.
LINOGE
They still put you in jail for assault, though ... if you get caught. You were lucky last year, weren't you? You and Lucien Fournier and Alex Haber. Lucky boys.
JACK Shut up!
LINOGE
That fella just rubbed you guys the wrong way, didn't he? Had kind of a lisp . . . and that blond hair, curly like a girl's hair . . . not to mention the way he walked . . . Still, three against one . . . and pool cues . . . well . . . hardly sporting
LINOGE makes a tsk-tsk sound. JACK takes a step toward the desk, and his Ests CLENCH.
I'm warning you, mister!
LINOGE
(smiling)
The kid lost an eye how about that, huh? You could go and see for yourself. He lives in Lewiston. He wears a paisley eye-patch his sister made him. He can't cry out of that eye the tear duct is toast. He lies in bed late at night and listens to the cars on Lisbon Street and the live bands from the bottle clubs, the ones that can play anything as long as it's "Louie Louie" or "Hang On Sloopy," and he prays to St. Andrew to bring back the sight in his left eye. He can't drive anymore; he lost his depth perception. That happens when you lose an eye. He can't even read for long, because it gives him headaches. Still, he had that swishy way of walking . . . and that lisp . . . and you guys kind of liked the way his hair looked, all around his face like it was, although you'd never say that to each other, would you? Kind of turned you on. Kind of wondered what it would feel like to run your hands through it
JACK grabs the gun off the desk and points it at the cell.
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Shut up or I'll shut you up! I swear!
MIKE
Jack, put that down!
LINOGE never moves, but his face has taken on