Gemini Page #4

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You can't do that.

In the State of California,

you cannot record

a private conversation

without the consent

of all parties

in that conversation.

I'm sure you know that.

[LAUGHS]

Hey, Detective.

Yes?

What happened

to your friend?

Yeah, can I help you?

Oh, my God, it's you.

- Yeah.

- What, uh...

What is this?

What are you supposed to be?

- Nothing.

- Okay.

I do think the police

are looking for you.

So you've heard?

Oh, yeah, I heard.

Can I come in?

Why?

Because I wanna

talk to you.

Okay, fine.

[DOOR CLOSES]

You're gonna have to talk

while I pack.

Pack?

Where are you going?

Goin' to Edinborough.

What's in Edinborough?

Well, for me, nothing.

That's the point.

I don't get it.

Look, 'cause of

your snake of a boss,

there's no more movie.

I gotta get outta

this poisonous town

before I murder someone.

You didn't already,

did you?

You're being glib.

It's not attractive,

and frankly, I'm offended

by the question.

- Well, somebody killed her.

- Yeah, you know what?

I really

don't give a sh*t.

- Greg, she's dead!

- Yeah.

She's still a f***in' snake,

and I still

don't give a sh*t.

You used to like her.

Yeah, well, that's before

she snaked me.

You know how long I've been

working on this movie?

5 years.

You've told me 100 times.

Anyway, she was going

through a hard time.

It had nothing to

do with you.

And who cares,

'cause she's dead!

Okay.

Jesus Christ, I get it.

You made your point.

Don't you think it looks

a little weird

that you're

leaving town?

No. Why?

I mean, I think the police

think you did it, so...

Have they been here?

Yeah, 'bout an hour ago.

I answered

all their questions.

They didn't tell you

to stay around

- or anything like that?

- Nope.

GREG:
Hey, what d'ya think

I should bring to read?

I don't know

what books you own.

Well,

clearly something escapist.

Do you know anything about, uh,

nautical fiction?

No.

You don't think I killed her,

do you?

You two were like freaky,

f***ed up best friends.

People like that

kill each other all the time.

Where were you

at 6:
00 this morning?

I was probably crying

or jerkin' off.

Can you be serious

for five seconds?

I didn't kill her.

Okay?

She's still a f***in' snake,

but I didn't kill her.

And I would never kill her,

no matter how angry

I was at her.

Okay?

Who killed her, Greg?

Isn't it obvious?

Is it?

Okay, look.

I don't wanna speculate,

but if I'm writing

the screenplay,

I'm looking

for three things...

motive, opportunity,

capacity, okay?

The cops think you did it

because of opportunity

and physical evidence,

but forget about that

for a second.

If I'm writing it,

it's obviously Devin.

Right? I mean, motive...

he hates her.

Opportunity...

she lives in a house

that he basically owns.

And capacity...

this is Devin

we're talking about.

The guy's a f***in' maniac.

Which is exactly why

it's not Devin.

Because it's too obvious.

You know,

all signs point to Devin,

so it can't be him.

You know, maybe it's...

maybe it's Jamie,

or maybe it's me.

But it's not Devin.

- You know this is real life, right?

- [SCOFFS]

Yeah, look, uh, I'm just

trying to help ya, here.

Okay?

I mean, I'll tell ya

what the real twist would be,

is if it was you.

But, could also just be

some random lunatic, you know,

like a f***in' crazy superfan

or something.

You know,

I heard that one time.

There was a guy living

in Katy Perry's garage

for like a week.

Can you imagine that?

- What?

- The f***ing superfan.

What?

This crazy

f***ing superfan...

she came up to us last night

after you stormed out.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

You say that Heather

was at the restaurant

last night?

Well,

she was just outside.

Greg.

Of course she was watching.

She's such a f***ing p*ssy.

It's like

she was actually there,

and she still sent you in

to do the dirty work.

Can I please tell you

about the superfan?

- All right. Fine.

- Okay.

After you left Casa Bianca,

she came up to us,

and she was acting all crazy,

like obsessive.

Obsessive how?

Well, she was asking

all these personal questions,

and she wanted to take

a bunch of pictures.

- That's it?

- [SIGHS]

- Yeah, that's it.

- Wait. Just...

Just forget the whole crazy

superfan thing.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

All right?

Could've been Stan.

Who's Stan?

This terrible

paparazzi guy.

Yeah.

What?

Okay, look, um,

just 'cause I gotta leave

in like five minutes,

and for some f***in' reason

you're standing

in the middle of my bedroom,

you're gonna...

you're gonna see me

get my octopus.

Your octopus?

That's the octopus.

Excuse me.

- [KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Who is it?

Okay,

it's the cops again.

Look,

just go out the back, okay?

There's a gate

in the backyard.

And for the record,

the next time

you're gonna put on,

like, a little disguise

or whatever the hell that is,

it would be a lot more effective

if you put it on

after you come around

visiting people like me, okay?

I'm coming!

TRACY:
Jill, it's Tracy.

I was up at the cabin,

and I just got your message.

Um, I'm driving back now.

Call me when you can.

HEATHER:
Hey, there,

it's Heather Anderson.

And I just wanted

to call and say

you seemed really cool,

and I liked you.

So, um, you've got the job

if you want it.

Okay, call back. Bye.

[CELLPHONE DIALING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Nick?

NICK:

Yeah, this is Nick.

Good, well, then,

maybe you can tell me

what's going on.

Uh, what d'ya mean?

Well, we're here,

and we don't see Devin

anywhere.

Is this

Cassandra's assistant?

Yes.

We've been waiting

for 20 minutes.

He's not already there?

No, Nick.

We're at Bar Marmont,

and I've looked

everywhere.

Bar Marmont?

Yes, I mean,

I just stepped outside,

but I'm telling you,

he's not here.

Well, that's wrong.

Wrong?

Well, then, where is he?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYS]

KEITH:
Long day?

Yeah.

Well, one drink,

and all will be groovy.

I guarantee it.

[CHUCKLES]

You know what you want?

Um...

If you don't know

what you want,

it means that you want

the voodoo juice.

- Okay.

- Great.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

So, wanna talk about it?

Um...

Your bad day?

No. I don't think so.

All right.

Suit yourself.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

I'll be right here.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

- Jill.

- [GASPS]

Hey, Devin.

What are you

doing here?

Nothing.

- Are you following me?

- No.

Did you call Nick?

Your assistant?

All right,

cut the bullshit.

I have literally no idea

what you're talking about.

- Really?

- I'm here for a meeting.

With who?

As you know,

this is one of my spots.

In fact, I'm pretty sure

that you started coming here

because I told you this was

a great spot for meetings.

What'd you do

to your hair?

Nothing.

You think I killed her,

don't you?

I don't know

what I think.

Why are you

following me?

I already told you,

I'm not following you.

You think

you understood Heather.

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