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: That's not possible. I was standing right there. I saw what happened. We all saw what happened.
: You got a name? Paris
: Paris. Rhodes
: Paris, huh? I'll get it.
[Gets chips from vending machine
: Never been. Paris
: Well, you ain't goin' tonight.
: I'm sor- we don't rent rooms by the hour. Paris
] Oh. Funny.
: Where in Florida Larry? Where in Florida? Larry
: Polk County. Paris
: That's where I was born. Which town? Larry
: Mulberry. Paris
: [points to herself
] Frostproof. Larry
: No wonder you left.
: You're a complicated cat, Edward.
: It's your birthday next week? It's my birthday next week. The 10th. Paris
: Me too. Rhodes
: Me too. Ed
: I give up. HEY. I GIVE UP. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU SICK BASTARD? What the fuck do you want from us? I am turning thirty next week, and I just want to go home, and grow oranges.
: Where did you go before? What did you see? What? Tell me what you saw. Ed
: I saw you... I saw you in an orange grove.
: [Ed is taking evidence photos
] Where were you a cop? Ed
: Los Angeles. Paris
: Were you fired or did you quit? Ed
: I took medical leave. It was making me sick. I burned out, I guess. Wasn't up for it. One day, I got a call for a jumper. A young Mexican girl. Pregnant, infected with AIDS, totally strung-out. She was truly one of the doomed. And I asked her to come in off the ledge and into my arms. She asked me why she should bother living. Paris
: What did you say? Ed
: Well I was trained to tell her lots of things. Her dreams and all the people who'd miss her. But for a second, I hesitated. And she saw it. Within that second, I couldn't think of honestly one optimistic thing to say to her. So she spread her arms and jumped. I started getting headaches, and eventually started blacking out. So I filed for medical.