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82.

BIGFOOT (CONT'D)

There are certain polygraph keys

on this case that if I told you

what they were, then the only ones

who'd know would be Homicide, the

killer and you.

DOC:

Good thing you're not telling me.

BIGFOOT:

Suppose I tell you anyway?

DOC:

Why should you?

BIGFOOT:

Just so we know where we're ‘at’

as you people say.

DOC:

How about I put my fingers in my

ears and scream if you try and

tell me?

BIGFOOT:

You won't do that.

DOC:

Really? Why don't I?

BIGFOOT:

Because you're one of the few

hippie potheads in this town that

appreciate the distinction between

childlike and childish.

Besides... it's right up your

alley -- we're officially calling

it a neck injury -

DOC PLUGS HIS EARS AND STARTS TO MAKE NOISES "blah, blah,

blah." BIGFOOT SMACKS HIS HANDS AWAY.

BIGFOOT:

Dr. Blatnoyd had puncture wounds

on his throat, consistent with

bites from canines of a midsize

wild animal. That's what the

coroner found.

DOC:

Well, now that's mighty weird,

Bigfoot. Because Rudy Blatnoyd

was one of the partners in a tax

dodge that calls itself the Golden

Fang Enterprises. I don't suppose

you had the SID test out those

neck punctures for gold or nothin'

like that?

83.

BIGFOOT:

I shouldn't think there'd be much

trace. Gold is all but chemically

inactive, as you might have

learned in chemistry class if you

hadn't been ditching all the time

to score dope.

DOC:

What happened to Locard's Exchange

Principle? Every contact leaves

traces? It would sure be ironic,

man, is all I'm saying, if it

turned out Blatnoyd was bit to

death by a golden fang. Or even

better, like two golden fangs.

BIGFOOT:

I don't see why anything like that

would be material?

DOC:

Because it's the f***ing Golden

Fang.

BIGFOOT:

The descendent's tax shelter. So

what?

DOC:

Not just a tax shelter, Bigfoot.

Maybe something much more, more

vast.

BIGFOOT:

And this wouldn't be just more of

your paranoid hippie bullshit,

would it?

DOC:

And have the lab look for traces

of copper. Not the kind that goes

stumbling all over the crime scene

contaminating evidence -- more

like copper, the metal? See, gold

teeth are never pure gold,

dentists like to alloy it with

copper? If you hadn't ditched

forensics class to go steal

hubcaps to plant on some

innocent hippie, you might have

known that.

Doc gets up and leaves.

BIGFOOT:

Bet you almost feel like a cop

now, Doc.

CUT TO:

84.

76 OMITTED 76

R76 INT. DOC'S CAR (DRIVING) R76

TO CHRYSKYLDON. Doc and Sortilege, driving in a canyon-

type area...

SORTILEGE:

... Where you off to?

DOC:

Someplace up in Ojai called

Chryskylodon.

SORTILEGE:

Chryskylodon? Animal tooth?

DOC:

Ancient Indian word means

‘serenity.’

SORTILEGE:

I minored in the classics at

Stanford, that's not Indian, it's

ancient Greek.

DOC:

You went to Stanford?

SORTILEGE:

It means 'Animal tooth made out of

gold.'

(pause)

Have I told you lately how strong

I think your morals are, Doc?

DOC:

Thanks, 'Lege.

TURNS INTO DRIVING SHOTS APPROACHING CHRYSKYLODON...

A77 EXT. GATES AT CHRYSKYLODON - DAY A77

Doc goes through a security check. Patted down by

security guards who are holding GUNS.

CUT TO:

B77 EXT. CHRYSKYLODON - DAY B77

Doc drives up -- ESTABLISH SHOT... see building.

CUT TO:

85.

C77 EXT. CHRYSKYLDON - DAY C77

Arrival and greeting, handshakes outside...

CUT TO:

77 INT. DINING ROOM - DAY 77

Doc walking through with DR. THREEPLY and staff...

DR. THREEPLY

This is our Administrative

Lounge...Our Chenin Blanc comes

from the Institute's own

vineyard... Hand's steady as a

rock today, Kimberly?

KIMBERLY:

So happy you noticed, Dr.

Threeply... more soup, Dr. Igor?

DR. IGOR

Thank you, Kimberly.

78 INT. OTHER AREA - DAY 78

Tour continues... picture of Sloane Wolfmann... sign

under construction that partially reads, "Made Possible

Through The Selfless Generosity Of A Devoted Friend Of

Chryskylodon."

DOC:

What's in here?

DR. THREEPLY

A brand new wing for housing our

Noncompliant Cases Unit...

Doc sees a bunch of kids cleaning the place... etc...

Photo of Sloane, etc...

SORTILEGE (V.O.)

Doc was visited by the creepy

feeling that somewhere close by,

in some weird indeterminate space

whose residents weren't sure where

they were, inside or out of the

frame, might indeed be some

version of Mickey, not quite in

the same way that the lady with

the big check was a version of

Sloane, but altered and -- he

shivered -- maybe mentally or even

physically compromised. If Sloane

was endowing looney bins with

Mickey's money, why not take some

credit? Why be anonymous?

86.

DOC:

Nice.

DR. THREEPLY

Come, let's continue...

A79 INT. MOVIE THEATER - LOBBY/HALLWAY -DAY A79

Walking the hallway -- TWO VERSIONS -- with dialogue and

without.

STAFF ASSISTANT:

Have you been with us here before,

Mr. Sportello? I know I've seen

your face...

DOC:

First time I've been down here...

normally I don't get much south of

South City.

DR. THREEPLY

And ab-normally?

DOC:

What?

DR. THREEPLY

I only meant that with any number

of qualified facilities in the Bay

Area, why bother coming all the

way down here to us?

DOC:

I believe that just as chakras can

be identified on the human body,

so does the body Earth have these

special places, concentrations of

spiritual energy, grace, if you

will, and that Ojai, for the

presence of Mr. J. Krishnamurti

alone, certainly qualifies as one

of the more blessed of planetary

chakras, which regrettably cannot

be said for San Francisco or its

immediate vicinity... Burke

Stodger?

DR. THREEPLY

Part of our Burke Stodger

marathon. All Burke, all day. 24

hours of Stodger. It's quite

popular with our patients...

Doc and the tour poke their heads in... BURKE STODGER on

the screen... Doc watches all the kids watching Burke

Stodger...

CUT TO:

87.

79 INT. STEAM TUNNEL - DAY 79

Doc and tour continue...

DR. THREEPLY

Come... see our Advanced Therapy

Group...

Doc advances, sees a bunch of chanters in white robes...

... THE SOFT SOUND OF DISTANT CHANTING. A group of six

or so in flowing robes/hoods... Doc looks a little closer

-- one of them is Coy Harlingen...

A BIG ORDERLY is sitting in a nearby chair. He's rolling

his TIE up under his chin, holding it there, then lifting

his chin and letting the tie fall back down.....

DOC'S POV

THE TIE unrolls, revealing HAND PAINTED NAKED SHASTA WITH

HER ASS STUCK OUT. Straight from Mickey's Tie

Collection. The orderly rolls the tie back up to his

chin...

Doc's POV TILTS UP FROM the tie to see the SWASTIKA ON

TOP OF THE ORDERLY'S HEAD... is this Puck Beaverton????

BACK TO SCENE:

DR. THREEPLY

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