Inherent Vice Page #13

76.

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Nobody trusted Glen -- the Aryan

Brotherhood had him shitlisted

as a traitor to his race, the

Vigilant California was more than

eager to help -- and the raid on

Channel View Estates was a cover

for the hit on Glen --

DOC:

And so Mickey Wolfmann...?

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Mickey was a witness -- he walked

in on something he shouldn't have

the V.C. commandoes hustled him

off -- Then the Feds found out,

here's an acid-head billionaire

ready to give away all his money --

and of course, they had their own

ideas on how to spend it. As long

time associates of the Golden Fang

by way of scag-related activities,

they got Mickey programmed into

Ojai for a little brain work --

DOC:

Wait, wait, wait -- how do you

know all this?

THOMAS JEFFERSON

I'm on the nickel. I'm

everywhere. I see everything.

Every time a hippie puts his hand

out for loose change -- there I

am.

DOC:

When you put it that way...

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Do you detect a common thread

here, Lawrence?

DOC:

I can trust any of these people?

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Excellent -- and what, if

anything, are you gonna do about

it?

DOC:

Me?

What can I do? I'm feeling pretty

short on optimism right now,

sir...

77.

THOMAS JEFFERSON

Put it another way: What will

nag you in the middle of thenight, Lawrence?

DOC:

That little Amethyst... CoyHarlingen's daughter --

... little kid blues... Amethyst.

Amethyst:
Coy Harlingen's littlekid -- what's her future gonnalook like without her dad?

Mistakes aside, Coy certainlydoesn't deserve to be without his

daughter and his wife --

CLANCY arrives back to the table. DOC looks up:

CLANCY:

Talking to yourself again? You

need to find true love, Doc.

DOC:

I'm happy for you and Tariq. But

what happened to that two at atime?

CLANCY:

Doc -- this guy is two at a time -at

least.

CUT TO:

73 INT. DOC'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT 73

... Doc is sitting up straight, sleeping.

RINGS:

THE PHONE:

DOC:

Idiots Unlimited.

INTERCUT WITH:

74 INT. BIGFOOT'S HOUSE - SAME TIME 74

His wife in the kitchen and his kids run around in the

b.g.

BIGFOOT:

I'm in an evil mood myselftonight. Dr. Rudy Blatnoyd, DDS?

Uh-huh...

DOC:

78.

BIGFOOT:

... has perpetrated his last root

canal, I'm afraid.

DOC:

What do you mean dead? Real life

dead?

BIGFOOT:

We found him next to a trampoline

in Bel Air with a fatal neck

injury. So far we have no

witnesses, no motives, no suspects

apart from you -

DOC:

Not me. Why me?

BIGFOOT:

Because you were observed in

Blatnoyd's company, both of you

riding in a vehicle full of drug

crazed hippies.

DOC:

Yeah, okay, well, the owner of

that car? He's a very well-

respected lawyer down in Palos

Verdes, his daughter was

driving... she offered me a ride?

Cops never gave her a ticket? And

Dr. Blatnoyd was her friend, not

mine?

BIGFOOT:

I think it's time for one of our

chats.

CUT TO:

A75 INT. DOC'S CAR A75

DRIVING TO SEE BIGFOOT AT JAPANESE DINER.

Sortilege watches him quietly -

(ALT:
No Sortilege.)

75 INT. JAPANESE COFFEE SHOP - DAY 75

BIGFOOT has some PANCAKES that he eats with two forks.

BIGFOOT:

I'd share these with you, but then

you'd be addicted and it'd be

something else on my conscience...

79.

DOC:

.... you ever feel bitter you

missed bein' up there at Cielo

Drive? Stompin' around that

famous crime scene?

BIGFOOT:

You want the truth?

DOC:

Um. No?

BIGFOOT:

Well, here it is anyway: Right

now everyone is really scared.

DOC:

Who? You? Me?

BIGFOOT:

Odd, that fear should be running

the town again as in days of old,

like the Hollywood blacklist you

don't remember and the Watts

rioting you do -- it spreads, like

blood in a swimming pool, till it

occupies all the volume of the

day. And then maybe some playful

soul shows up with a bucketful of

piranhas, dumps them in the pool,

and right away they can taste the

blood. They swim around looking

for what's bleeding, but getting

more and more crazy, till the

craziness reaches a point. Which

is when they begin to feed on each

other.

BIGFOOT takes a BIG BITE.

BIGFOOT:

This Coy Harlingen matter. On the

face of it, just one more O.D.,

one less junkie, case cleared.

DOC:

So tell me what you've got...

Bigfoot presents some 3x5 INDEX CARDS... displays them

like a card trick...

BIGFOOT:

Pick a card... any card... These

are Field Interrogation Reports...

see if you find anything that

looks familiar...

Doc picks the card that Bigfoot favors to him.

80.

BIGFOOT:

Puck Beaverton! Excellent choice.

One of Mickey Wolfmann's

bodyguards.

DOC:

Interesting fellow, I hear...

BIGFOOT:

Sheriff's people happen to run

into him at the Venice home of the

very dealer who sold Coy Harlingen

the smack that killed him.

DOC:

So what was Puck doing at Coy's

dealer's place?

BIGFOOT:

The interesting thing about this

overdose is that Leonard James

Loosemeat, AKA El Drano, was known

for this three-percent product...

but the report says what killed

him was Pure China White No. 4...

DOC:

Like the kind you'd get from the

whole-seller? Like whoever's

bringing it in?

BIGFOOT:

I seem to recall that some years

ago, just before he went into

Folsom, Beaverton used to work for

your best friend and loan shark

Adrian Prussia...

DOC:

Your best friend.

BIGFOOT:

And this dealer El Drano also

happened to be one of Prussia's

steady customers. Maybe Puck was

there on Adrian's behalf?

What do you think?

DOC:

I think you and Adrian have a

history you're not sharing...

BIGFOOT screams to the Japanese WAITERS.

BIGFOOT:

CHOOTO, KENICHIRO! DOZO, MOTTO

PANNUKEIKU!

JAPANESE WAITER:

You got it, Lieutenant!

81.

BIGFOOT:

(to Doc)

Pancakes aren't quite as good as

my mother’s -- what I really go

for here is the respect.

DOC:

Didn't get enough of that from

your mom?

BIGFOOT:

You probably imagine I have a lot

of status up in Robbery-Homicide.

Who could blame you for thinking

that... The reality, however... No

Cielo Drive for Bigfoot. No TV

movie rights or book deals for

Bigfoot... even the extra work is

drying up... God Help Us All.

Dentists on trampolines.

Bigfoot is shaking his head slowly, Doc doesn't know how

to deal with this...

DOC:

Okay, Bigfoot...

DOC writes something on a napkin...

DOC:

It was dark, windy roads, couldn't

make it back there if I tried in

broad daylight --

He slides the napkin to him.

DOC:

That's the address where we

dropped Dr. Rudy. It was about

eleven.

BIGFOOT:

That's just where we found him.

This helps with the chronology.

Hair and drug issues

notwithstanding, I think you're

being very professional about

this...

DOC:

Don't get sentimental on me, man,

it fucks up your edge.

BIGFOOT:

I can be even more emotionally

irresponsible than that.

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