Inherent Vice Page #11
64.
ANOTHER ANGLE:
DOC and SHASTA stuff for here.
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57 EXT. SUNSET (NEAR VERMONT) (PRESENT) 57
DOC walks over to the area where the vacant lot was...
the hole in ground is gone... and in its place, aSTRANGELY FUTURISTIC building. SMOOTH, NARROW, CONICAL --
A SIX-STORY-HIGH GOLDEN FANG.
DOC walks back down the street.. DENIS is in the car,
waiting for him...
DOC:
Denis, I'm gonna look around for awhile, you want to wait in the caror come in and cover my back?
DENIS:
I was gonna go try and find apizza, if that's okay?
DOC:
And you remember that this is astick, not automatic and so forth.
DENIS:
Easy as pie, Doc.
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58 INT. GOLDEN FANG ENTERPRISES H.Q. - THAT MOMENT 58
It's quiet. Doc enters. A receptionist: XANDRA (Asian,
British, 20s) and a sign that reads: “Golden Fang
Enterprises/Corporate HQ.”
DOC:
Hi, Xandra. This is the address
they told me at the Club Asiatiquein San Pedro? Just here to pickup a package for the management?
XANDRA reaches for a telephone, punches some numbers,
murmurs into it. She hangs up.
Follow me.
XANDRA:
She guides him down a hall...
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65.
59 INT. OFFICE - THAT MOMENT 59
She puts him in an empty office.
XANDRA:
Dr. Blatnoyd will see you in a
moment.
DR. RUDY BLATNOYD (50s) enters, wearing an eggplant
velour double-breasted suit; high-energy. Blatnoyd flips
open a three-ring binder, looks it over, then looks up at
Doc:
BLATNOYD:
So... you have some I.D., I
imagine?
Doc goes into his wallet, pulls out a business card from
a Chinese head shop.
BLATNOYD:
I can't read this... it's in
some... Oriental... what is this,
Chinese?
DOC:
Well... I figured that you, being
Chinese.
BLATNOYD:
What? What are you talking about?
DOC:
The... the Golden Fang...?
BLATNOYD:
It's a syndicate. Most of us
happen to be dentists. A
syndicate of dentists. Set up
long ago for tax purposes, all
legit... Wait, where did you tell
Xandra you were from again?
DOC:
... Uh...
BLATNOYD:
Why, you're another one of those
hippie dopefiends, aren't you? My
goodness! Here for a little
perking up, I'll bet -
He brings out a tall CYLINDER of BROWN GLASS.
66.
BLATNOYD:
Dig it! Just in from Darmstadt,
lab quality, maybe I'll even havesome with you -He
dumps the PHARMACEUTICAL COCAINE out on the table,
arranges some lines, offers some to DOC.
DOC:
I try not to do dope I can't payfor, ‘s what it is.
Wooooo!
house.
BLATNOYD:
No worries. It's on the
DOC:
Well, just to be sociable, I
guess...
XANDRA enters, seductively:
XANDRA:
Doctor? I think there's a problemwith the couch in your office.
And bring that bottle...
Blatnoyd grabs the cylinder, runs after Xandra, unzippinghis pants as he goes... DOC does some snooping... He goesto what looks like a closet door, he opens it -CUT
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60 INT. HUGE ROOM - THAT MOMENT 60
It's a pristine, long and narrow DENTAL OPERATION ROOM.
ROWS OF DENTIST CHAIRS, EQUIPMENT ETC. A few chairs are
occupied by clients (mostly hippie-types, cleaned up)
There are DOCTORS and SEXY DENTAL ASSISTANTS wearingsurgical masks. Some of them look up, see DOC, then goback to their patients. Doc takes this all in...
Doc comes back in...
JAPONICA:
Hi, Dr. Rudy... I'm back...
DOC:
You're not Dr. Rudy...
JAPONICA:
You're not Dr. Rudy...
A young girl has entered Blatnoyd's office:
FENWAY (20). Doc recognizes her.
JAPONICA:
67.
DOC:
That's at Japonica, ain't it?
Japonica Fenway? Imagine meeting
you here...
Doc walks slowly towards Japonica...
SORTILEGE (V.O.)
This was not a moment he'd been
either dreading or hoping for,
though now and then somebody would
remind him of the ancient American
Indian belief that if you save
somebody's life, you are
responsible for them from then on,
forever, and he would wonder if
any of that applied to his history
with Japonica here... (more??)
DOC:
So... what have you been up to?
JAPONICA:
Oh. Escaping mostly? There's
this, like, place my parents keep
sending me to?
DOC:
Escaping? Escaping what?
JAPONICA:
Chryskylodon Institute.
DOC:
Place up in Ojai...?
JAPONICA:
You know it?
DR. BLATNOYD comes bursting back into the room, zipping
up his pants -
BLATNOYD:
Japonica? I thought we'd agreed
never to -
JAPONICA:
I escaped again, Rudy...
BLATNOYD:
(to Doc)
What are you still doing here?
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68.
62 IN THE LOBBY - AT THAT MOMENT 62
DENIS is walking around aimlessly looking for Doc. He's
holding THE STEERING WHEEL from Doc's car and calling hisname... Xandra is running behind him, zipping up herskirt...
Doc? Doc?
DENIS:
Where are you Doc?
XANDRA:
No, no, no, where are you going?
Come back here...!
63 INT. DR. BLATNOYD’S OFFICE 63
Denis enters into Blatnoyd's office -DENIS
Hey, man... your ride's in a bodyshop.
DOC:
What is it this time?
DENIS:
I sort of mashed the front end.
was looking at these chicks outon Little Santa Monica -I
XANDRA:
I told you you couldn't come uphere!
(to Japonica)
Oh. How lovely. Smile
Maintenance Chick.
BLATNOYD:
Miss Fenway may seem a littlepsychotic today -Groovy.
DENIS:
What?
BLATNOYD:
Denis...
DOC:
BLATNOYD:
It's not 'groovy' to be insane.
Japonica here has beeninstitutionalized for it.
DENIS:
They put those volts in your head?
69.
JAPONICA:
Volts and volts and volts.
DENIS:
Bad for la cabeza.
DOC:
Let's go, Denis, we gotta figureout a way to catch a bus back tothe beach.
JAPONICA:
If you need a ride, I'm headingthat way -DOC
Cop-friendly? Everything coolwith your ride, Japonica? Brake
lights, license plates, so forth?
A-okay.
JAPONICA:
BLATNOYD:
Mind if I tag along with youpeople? Contingencies of the roadand so forth?
DOC:
Yes, yes. Okay. That's a goodidea... and why don't we do alittle bit more of that for the
road -CUT
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64 INT. 1960 MERCEDES - EVENING 64
PARKED. They all get in, DR. BLATNOYD pushes a MARKETBAG under the seat...
DENIS:
What's in that bag you’re stuffingunder Doc's seat?
BLATNOYD:
Pay no attention to that bag. It
will only make everybody paranoid.
JAPONICA starts the car and pulls out into traffic -CUT
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65 INT. 1960 MERCEDES (DRIVING) 65
Japonica humming throughout -
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