Inherent Vice Page #16

it can go -- just look at Mr.

Howard Hughes...

DOC:

... Howard Hughes...

FLATWEED:

Bought the Desert Inn Hotel and

Casino, a fine investment in the

future of Las Vegas.

DOC:

... Las Vegas...

BORDERLINE:

-- we'd always assumed Michael's

conscience would never be a

problem after all his years of

never appearing to have one.

Suddenly he decides to give away

millions to Negroes, longhairs and

drifters.

DOC:

My bad luck and lousy timing. Man

sees the light, tries to change

his life, my one big chance to

rescue somebody from the clutches

of the system, and I'm too late.

I can see how busy you fellows

are, so rather than keep you, I

think I'll just... LIKE, F***IN’

RUN?

CUT TO:

86, 87 OMITTED 86, 87

88 CLOSEUP - NEWSPAPERS 88

"MICKEY WOLFMANN RE-EMERGES! Opens New Casino in Las

Vegas."

95.

SORTILEGE (V.O.)

So in the never-ending battle

between the FBI and the Mafia for

control over Las Vegas... score

one for the FBI... Mickey

Wolfmann's money would be now

spent a different way, opening the

Kismet Hotel and Casino... no more

acid-head philanthropist, no more

Arrpentimiento... he was now back

with Sloane and the kids and back

to his greedy-ass ways...

IMAGES INCLUDE A GROUNDBREAKING CEREMONY WITH MICKEY,

looking reprogrammed. Sloane smiling. FBI lined up

behind him... etc., etc., etc.

CUT TO:

89 INT. DOC'S APARTMENT - DUSK 89

Doc at home. Watching “ADAM-12” with Bigfoot doing some

extra work. DOC LOOKS UP TO HIS DOOR.

DOC:

Hi, Shasta.

REVEAL:
INSIDE THE APARTMENT, in beach wear, T-shirt,

flower print bikini bottom.

SHASTA:

Hi, Doc.

Which is all it takes. He slides the newspaper casually

down to conceal his hard-on.

DOC:

Either I'm on the time machine or

you're back.

SHASTA:

I've been away.

DOC:

Where?

SHASTA:

Up north. Family stuff. Anything

been happening down here?

DOC:

Your friend in the construction

business?

SHASTA:

Oh, that's all over...

96.

DOC:

You got a load of people out

lookin' for you, Shasta...

SHASTA:

Well, here I am.

DOC:

... he isn't back by any chance?

SHASTA:

Some rumors. He's back with

Sloane and the kids and so what?

C'est la vie.

DOC:

Que sera, sera?

SHASTA:

Something like that...

DOC:

I like your necklace...

CUT TO:

90 ANOTHER ANGLE 90

THE PHONE RINGS... Doc answers. Shasta mingles around

the edges, gets a beer, smokes a joint, Doc watches

her... INTERCUT WITH:

INT. BIGFOOT'S HOUSE

His kids screaming and killing each other in the b.g.

BIGFOOT:

Word is your girlfriend's back.

DOC:

Oh, yeah? And her front's not so

bad either.

BIGFOOT:

Where've you been?

DOC:

No place I'd recommend.

BIGFOOT:

Any developments on the Coy

Harlingen matter? Any of them

include young, what was his name

again... Beaverton?

DOC:

Any results on those Fang marks?

97.

BIGFOOT:

Nothing yet from Dr. Noguchi's

people. They seemed very upset

with me for suggesting lab work -

DOC:

Only thought it'd be a helpful tip

to a fellow professional. Just

trying save you some trouble down

the line, is all.

BIGFOOT:

How’s that?

DOC:

When your own hearing comes up.

BIGFOOT:

My, Sportello -- what are you

suggesting?

DOC:

One county supervisor with a bug

up his ass is all it takes to

bring you down, Bigfoot -

TOTAL SILENCE.

DOC:

Bigfoot?

An extension is picked up and we hear MRS. BIGFOOT get on

the phone.

MRS. BIGFOOT

This is Mrs. Chastity Bjornsen,

and if that is one more

sociopathic ‘special employee’ of

my husband, I'll thank you to stop

harassing him on his day off -

BIGFOOT:

There, there my little

boysenberry. Sportello's only

been indulging in his idea of

humor.

MRS. BIGFOOT

Doc Sportello? The Doc Sportello?

Mr. Moral Turpitude himself! Have

you any idea of the therapist

bills around here for which you

are directly responsible?

BIGFOOT:

The Department picks up most of

that, honey -

98.

MRS. BIGFOOT

AFTER A DEDUCTIBLE THAT WOULD

CHOKE A F***ING HORSE!!!

91 DOC 91

hangs up...

SHASTA:

What kind of girl do you need,

Doc? Maybe a thing for those

Manson chicks?

DOC:

Well, thing... that depends what

you -- are you sure you wanna be

doing that?

She's unbuttoned her shirt and is rubbing her nipples.

SHASTA:

Submissive, brainwashed, horny

little teeners who do exactly what

you want before you even know what

that is. You don't even have to

say a word out loud, they get it

all by ESP. Your kind of chick,

Doc?

DOC:

You the one that's been stealin'

my magazines?

She slides out of her shirt and down on her knees, crawls

over and grabs his hard-on...

SHASTA:

Now, what would Charlie do?

DOC:

Probably not this...

Doc lights a joint... he holds it for her to smoke...

DOC:

Look, I'm sorry about Mickey,

but...

SHASTA:

Mickey... Mickey could have taught

all you swinging beach bums a

thing or two. He was just so

powerful. Sometimes he could

almost make you feel invisible.

Fast, brutal, not what you'd call

a considerate lover, an animal,

actually, but Sloane adored that

about him, and Luz -- you could

tell, we all did.

(MORE)

99.

SHASTA (CONT'D)

It's so nice to be made to feel

invisible that

way sometimes...

DOC:

Yeah. And guys love to hear this

sh*t like this.

SHASTA:

He'd bring me to lunch in Beverly

Hills, one big hand all the way

around my bare arm, steering me

blind down out of those bright

streets into some space where it

was dark and cool and you couldn't

smell any food, only alcohol --

they'd all be drinking, tables

full of them, in a room that could

have been any size, and they all

knew Mickey, they wanted, some of

them, to be Mickey... He might as

well have been bringing me in on a

leash. He kept me in those micro

minidresses, never allowed me to

wear anything underneath... just

offering me to whoever wanted to

stare. Or grab. Or sometimes he'd

fix me up with his friends. And

I'd have to do whatever they

wanted...

DOC:

Why are you telling me all this?

She drapes herself over him and plays with her p*ssy.

SHASTA:

Oh, I'm sorry, Doc. Do you want

me to stop? If my girlfriend had

run away to be the bought-and-sold

whore of some scumbag developer?

I'd just be so angry I don't know

what I'd do. Well, no, I'm even

lying about that, I know what I'd

do. If I had the faithless little

b*tch over my lap like this -

And they're f***ing.

CUT TO:

92 SAME SCENE - LATER 92

Doc and Shasta together.

SHASTA:

This doesn't mean we're back

together.

100.

DOC:

‘Course not.

BEAT.

DOC:

You didn't get that necklace up

north did you?

SHASTA:

I went on a boat ride.

DOC:

Like a three-hour tour?

SHASTA:

They told me I was precious cargo

that couldn't be insured because

of inherent vice.

DOC:

What's that?

SHASTA:

I don't know... something on your

mind?

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