Inherent Vice Page #19

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FADE IN:

100 INT. ROOM WITH WINDOWS 100

PCP TRIP.

There are two Docs, one on each side of a window in a

strange room.

DOC #2

Hi.

DOC:

You look just like you do in the

mirror.

DOC #2

Groovy, because you don't look

like anything, in fact you're

invisible.

DOC:

How can you see me?

DOC #2

Because I'm lookin' right at you.

How come you ask so many

questions?

DOC:

That's my job. Like, what I do.

DOC #2

And perhaps you could get a

f***in' haircut.

Docs turn and look at another window. There's a LARGE

BLACK-HOODED FIGURE WITH NO FACE.

GOLDEN FANG:

As you may have already gathered --

I am the Golden Fang.

DOC:

Like J. Edgar Hoover ‘is’ the FBI?

GOLDEN FANG:

Not exactly... they have named

themselves after their worst fear.

I am the unthinkable vengeance

they turn to when one of them has

grown insupportably troublesome,

when all other sanctions have

failed.

DOC:

Okay if I ask you something?

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GOLDEN FANG:

About Dr. Blatnoyd. Dr. Blatnoyd

had a fatality for rogue profit

sharing activities of which his

coadjustors have taken a dim view.

DOC:

So you... ate him up?

GOLDEN FANG:

Sunk these into him --

Doc walks towards the Golden Fang, unable to do anything

else, it embraces him, and then EATS HIM ALIVE.

VOICE (O.S.)

He's freaking out...

DOC:

Am not.

THERE'S A BLUR AND BLAST OF NOISE.

101 ANOTHER ANGLE - LATER 101

Doc comes out of the PCP fog and realizes he's been

HANDCUFFED to something. A bed? His gun is gone. He's

in deep sh*t.

He's able to peer out a window, he's on the second floor

of someplace with a warehouse. There's a CAR and a

MOTORCYCLE parked here... Puck is here ....

PUCK:

Didn't know you were a weekend

warrior... I could have gone cheap

and used beer...

Special treat for you today, Doc.

We just got in a shipment of Pure

Number Four, not a white guy's

finger laid on it between the

Golden Triangle and your own

throbbin' vein, and there's worse

ways to be removed forever from

the major-pain-in-the-ass list.

Just let me step out here and get

you some. Don't go away now.

PUCK leaves... closes the door and locks it on the

outside... DOC, still in a PCP fog... STARTS PULLING THE

HANDCUFFS AROUND HIS WRIST THAT IS ATTACHED TO THE BED

POST... BREAKS IT.

LIKE AN ANIMAL HE TEARS THE BEDPOST APART.

He stands up on the chair, unscrews the light bulb. It's

pitch black. He waits.

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Puck opens the door... Doc whips the TOILET SEAT INTO HIS

FACE, then instantly smashes his foot down into Puck's

knee, bringing him down ....

A TRAY AND NEEDLE AND DOPE FALL TO THE FLOOR FROM PUCK'S

HANDS.

Doc takes the syringe from the floor, draws up the dope

and plunges it straight into Puck's jugular. He gets his

gun off Puck...

ADRIAN (O.S.)

Puck? Puckie?

DOC gets his GUN off PUCK'S DEAD BODY... and goes into

the hallway...

Adrian FIRES A SHOT THAT HITS A GONG BEHIND DOC -- THAT

RINGS OUT THROUGH THE REST OF THE SCENE.

Doc crouches behind a sofa, takes off his SANDAL and

throws it in the general direction of Adrian...

THIS DRAWS A SHOT FROM THE PATIO FROM ADRIAN. MUZZLE

FLASH. SMOKE... DOC trains his gun up...

Waits until he sees a DENSE PATCH OF MOVING SHADOW AND

FIRES OFF THREE ROUNDS... THERE'S A FAINT SOUND... AND

THERE'S NO SOUND AFTER THAT.

DOC WAITS UNTIL HE HEARS SOME INVISIBLE CRYING, BREATHING

IN THE ROOM SOMEWHERE:

DOC:

That you, Adrian?

ADRIAN:

I'm f***in' lunch meat... oh,

sh*t...

DOC:

Did I get you?

ADRIAN:

You got me.

DOC:

Fatal, I hope?

ADRIAN:

Feels like it.

DOC:

How can I know for sure?

ADRIAN:

Maybe it'll be on news at 11,

a**hole.

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DOC:

Stay there. Try not to croak,

I'll call this in.

DOC gets into the KITCHEN AND CALLS AN AMBULANCE... BELOW

THE KITCHEN, HE HEARS MOVEMENT IN THE GARAGE. He creeps

down for a look, his pistol ready --

102 INSIDE THE GARAGE 102

It's BIGFOOT, who's unloading a bunch of HEROIN PACKS

from Adrian's Lincoln Continental and into a '65

Impala...

DOC:

Bigfoot? Bigfoot, what the f***?

BIGFOOT:

Take care of 'em okay, Doc?

DOC:

You f***in' lunatic. What is

this?

BIGFOOT:

I'm in enough sh*t personally with

the captain and I've seen you on

the range... Nice work.

BIGFOOT puts the PARCEL into his car...

DOC:

And that there, is that what I

think it is?

BIGFOOT:

Well... it's only one. There's

more. Enough left for evidence.

DOC:

Bigfoot, Bigfoot, I saw the movie,

man, and as I recall, that

character comes to a bad end.

BIGFOOT:

I have obligations. Expenses.

DOC:

This is the Golden Fang you're

about to rip off here, man. The

fully f***in' weird outfit that

kills people -

BIGFOOT:

That's according to your own

delusional system -

... COPS AND STUFF START TO APPROACH IN THE DISTANT

B.G...

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BIGFOOT:

Get in the car.

DOC:

F*** you, Bigfoot. You're a

f***ing lunatic.

BIGFOOT:

Get in the car.

Bigfoot gets Doc in the car.

CUT TO:

103 INT. BIGFOOT'S CAR (MOVING) 103

They're driving. DOC is silent, he looks out the window

that's open... wind blowing... Bigfoot's driving fast.

DOC:

You're the LAPD's own Charlie

Manson...where are we going?

BIGFOOT:

We had to impound your car again.

CUT TO:

104 EXT. CANOGA PARK TOW YARD - NIGHT 104

DOC is waiting out front of the tow yard... filling out

some paperwork...

Bigfoot is around back... he takes a KILO out of his

trunk and plants it in Doc's trunk...

Bigfoot brings Doc's car around, hands him keys...

DOC:

Maybe I should take a small

commission for doing your dirty

work.

BIGFOOT:

BUT THAT WOULD PUT YOU ON THE

F***ING PAYROLL, WOULDN'T IT?????

Bigfoot gets in his car and drives off... Doc gets in his

car...

SORTILEGE:

(whispers)

Doper's ESP, Doc... doper's ESP...

listen to it...

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105 INT. DENIS' APARTMENT - NIGHT 105

Doc has put the heroin into an CARDBOARD TV BOX. Denis

is here with Jade... they hide it in Denis' apartment.

DENIS:

What is it?

JADE:

A new TV!!!!

CUT TO:

106 INT. DOC'S PLACE - MORNING 106

It's the next morning. DOC is sitting on his couch.

He's waiting for the phone to ring, drinking coffee.

TV playing something... JOHN GARFIELD, He Ran All The

Way. THE PHONE RINGS.

DOC:

Hello?

MALE:

It's sure been a long time...

DOC:

And your name was...

MALE:

This is Crocker Fenway.

DOC:

Japonica's dad? Japonica's gone

missing again?

CROCKER FENWAY (V.O.)

You have something that belongs to

some people I represent and they'd

like it back...

DOC:

So not that it's any of my

business, but you're a principal

in all this?

CROCKER FENWAY (V.O.)

It's only because of me and our

small transaction over Japonica

that you're still alive...

DOC:

Ever so grateful, sir... so what

do we do? I'd come to your house,

but don't you live behind a gate

in an already gated community?

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CROCKER FENWAY (V.O.)

You people do humor?

DOC:

Well... more like practicality.

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