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HUBBLE I don’t know. I didn’t like him. FINLAY Well why didn’t you like him? HUBBLE I don’t know. Finlay rubs his face - he’s at the end of his rope. FINLAY
Alright. You’re my second annoying interrogation today. Now you’ve agreed to talk so I want real answers to my questions. You understand? (off Hubble’s nod) Good. So you expect me to believe that you - a man with no criminal record - ‘cause I ran you down before you got here - you expect me to
believe you just blew a man away? A double-barrel shotgun blast right to the face? Then burnt the body? You did that? Roscoe looks to Finlay - knows he’s lying, setting up Hubble. HUBBLE (affected by the details) Yes. I did. And that’s all I’m gonna say about it. Said as Hubble sneaks a peek of the BLACK SEDAN driving away. Finlay stares at Hubble who just admitted to shit that didn’t happen. Then he methodically stands, drinks his tea until it is done, puts it down, looks at Hubble. FINLAY Your life’s about to get very complicated, Mr. Hubble.
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INT. STATION HOUSE - HOLDING CELL - AFTERNOON - LATER
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Reacher sits on the bench by the cell’s back wall, drums his fingers on the wood. A rhythm . Over and over. BAKER Hey. Knock off that shit. REACHER (stops his fingers) It’s not shit. It’s Chicago Breakdown by Dr. Ross.
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