The Informers Page #4
- Julie?
Yeah. The girl Martin picked up
at 385 North? With the white rabbit?
We all went back to my place
and partied with Graham?
You and Martin disappeared?
Hello?
No. This isn't her. I'll call back.
F*** me. Cut. Cut!
What the f*** are you doing, dude?
I can't see sh*t.
- Hey, Graham.
- Yes, totally f***ing excellent.
Perfect timing, dude.
We are so in need of your services.
Wait, hold on a second, Leon.
We really have to get this shot.
The video doesn't make sense without it.
It's a f***ing video, Martin.
It doesn't need to make sense.
It just needs to be not lame.
Graham, you got us covered?
- Yeah, man, you're all set.
- Totally excellent.
Hey, hey, hey.
Isn't Christie supposed to be here?
I thought she was supposed to be the star.
I did, too. But she's a little unreliable.
Maybe you realize that now?
So, where are you staying tonight?
Probably at Nina's, in Malibu.
- Who's Nina?
- Nina. Nina Metro.
- Bryan Metro's wife?
- Ex- wife.
Christ.
Where are you staying?
Honestly, Martin, I don't know
how I feel about the situation anymore.
I think I'm just gonna crash at my mom's.
- Look, I've got eight more shots.
- Yeah. You're busy.
Can we shoot this, you f***ing cokeheads?
Hey, Tim, why don't you get your old man
another mai tai?
- Hey.
- What?
Why don't you get your dad
and yourself a drink?
- What do you want?
- Mai tai.
Okay.
What are you up to?
Met a girl from San Diego.
Hey, come on.
- Hey, Cheryl. Nice to see you.
- Hi.
- How are you, sweetie?
- Good.
I just wanted to grab
a quick salad or something.
- Do you have anything open?
- Sure. Let me see.
Excuse me.
Sh*t!
F*** you, you f***ing a**hole!
- Hi.
- Hi.
What would you like, hun?
A garden salad and a glass of water, please.
Okay.
- You're Cheryl Moore, right?
- Yeah.
- I think you're great, honey.
- Thank you.
The piece you did
on the anniversary of Sharon Tate.
I remember when that happened.
It was so awful.
- Yeah.
- lt was just so sad.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
All right.
Hey! Aren't you on the news or something?
- Yes.
- You're Cheryl Moore, right?
- Yeah. Do you have a light?
- Sure.
Listen...
Can I have your autograph?
'Cause I am, like, your biggest fan.
There you go.
Thanks a lot, Cher. By the way,
at the Greek tonight.
You wanna go?
You know, I really don't think I can.
Got it. Thanks a lot, Cheryl.
Hello?
What's going on? How are you?
How did you get this number?
Did Roger give it to you?
Could I just speak to Jamie, please?
Well, he can't right now. He's...
- He's on the beach with a friend.
- Who?
A friend of his or a friend of yours?
You know, that's just great, Nina.
That's great.
Can we... Can we just get this over with?
Can I just speak to my kid this time
without having to freak out? Please?
You know you don't even have
visitation rights, Bryan.
Just put him on the phone, Nina.
No, I mean, I don't even know
why you want me to say this...
Just tell whoever you're f***ing
to bring my kid out
and put him on the phone!
Okay. No. You know what, Bryan?
I'm going to hang up now.
Just because I don't have visitation rights
does not mean
I'm not allowed to talk to my kid.
Now, if you want me to call my lawyers,
Nina, I'll call my f***ing lawyers!
F*** your f***ing lawyers, Bryan!
- I'll call my f***ing lawyers.
- F*** them!
F***, all right, Nina, look, I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry.
Please, Nina.
I don't mean to shout. I just...
Bryan, listen to me.
Don't you f***ing call me or him ever again.
He's f***ing afraid of you!
F***ing afraid of me?
And don't f***ing... You...
What about you, you Medusa?
You f***ing Medusa!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
- Bryan! Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!
Good evening, sir.
Surprised?
Do you want to know who I am?
Are you from around here?
Not really. I'm actually from Nebraska.
A little town near Lincoln.
You had a job at the mall, right?
But the mall closed down, right?
It's all empty now, huh?
Have you been there?
I've been to a mall in Nebraska.
It's all flat.
It's all totally, totally
flat.
Come here.
Clear the area.
All of these vehicles need to be moved.
What's going on?
You scared me.
I don't know. I guess some guy's
like threatening to shoot his wife
or maybe he shot her or something.
They got the SWAT team out there
and everything, man.
- lf I were you, I wouldn't go out there.
- Yeah, I won't.
So you're on the eleventh floor, right?
Yeah, the guy who does the videos
visits you all the time.
You mean Martin.
It's actually my girlfriend's place.
- I'm Graham.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
- You want a cigarette?
- Yeah.
It's...
It's kind of a small world,
'cause the guy who raised me out here?
He used to work at the studio your dad runs.
You know, so he was part of the system.
But I guess they had to let him go.
Something happened
with some actress or something,
and then he kind of had a breakdown,
so we went back to Barstow.
But I came back here,
'cause I'm an actor.
I was in a commercial for gum,
and I was the boyfriend
in a Clearasil commercial.
You know, it's just kind of hard
'cause you can't really make it in this town
unless you're really willing
to do some awful things.
And, you know, I'm willing.
- Yeah, I guess.
- But I really want to get into video.
That's why I was thinking that Mark guy
would be a great contact.
It's Martin.
All right. Well, thanks for the...
- Yeah, absolutely.
- Yeah.
Hey, where you going?
I've got to drink some juice
and then get some sleep.
You sure you don't want to stay?
I could really use the company.
Sorry, I gotta go.
I think something's gonna happen.
Les Price for two at 8:00.
It's actually three.
- I asked Rachel.
- Who's Rachel?
The girl I met on the beach today.
And when were you going to tell me this?
I don't know. Now, I guess.
I didn't think it would be a problem.
I mean, is it?
Well, I guess there's going
to be three of us.
- Hey, Tim.
- Hey, how are you?
Good, thanks.
Rachel, this is my dad, Les Price.
- Hi, Mr. Price.
- Hello, Rachel.
You here in Hawaii on your own?
No, but my parents are in Maui tonight.
So... You both look nice.
- Thanks, you look great.
- Yes. You do.
So what did you two do
after the beach today?
Well, I watched Tim perfect his hair
for two hours,
then spend another two hours
choosing which shirt he's gonna wear.
Now I understand why.
So did anybody see
that Robert Waters is here?
- Who's that?
- Come on, Tim. Robert Waters.
Star of The Flight Patrol.
It's a television show.
On television.
I don't know.
I guess I just must not watch enough TV.
Yeah, right.
Wait. You don't know who Robert Waters is?
No, I don't.
- You do, I guess?
- Well, I met him at Reagan's inauguration.
God, I thought everybody knew
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