The Missing Person Page #2

a day to tail this guy. How about you?

You know, some of us in here, Rosow,

aren't really doing it for the money.

So, are you really a private

detective?

That's what they tell me.

We were just talking about that.

We didn't know they still had

those private detectives.

Well, you know what? If I call 911 and tell

them I got a couple of peeping toms in my alley

we could make a really big

scene, scare someone away.

You know, the thing is, you really just don't

know what you're dealing with yet, is all.

My partner is right.

You better stay sober for this

one.

Well, I'll drink to that.

When you two vamoose.

Good evening.

Hi, how are you?

Pretty good. I hear they got

phones that take pictures.

Oh yeah, we've got plenty of

those.

Oh yeah?

You saw the special that we're

having, right?

No, I didn't.

Okay, we got plenty.

You sell balloons?

We've got balloons. We've got a

special every day especially for you.

All right, let's get some phones

out for you.

Do you have anything in mind

specifically?

Yeah, a phone that takes

pictures.

Okay. Now, I'd be cheating you if I didn't

tell you that we have top of the line phones.

George Lucas bought this one

right here.

George Lucas?

He's a famous guy, a director or

producer, or something like that.

What's your name?

Me? Boogle.

Boogle?

Yeah.

I just want a phone that takes

pictures, Boogle.

Okay.

Hey, don't you see the walkway

there?

What?

There's a walkway over there.

You can't just cross wherever you want.

I could give you a ticket for jaywalking.

A ticket for jaywalking?

You mocking my job, dude?

No. I mean, you're a cop, right?

Let me see your I.D., please.

You're from New York?

Originally, yeah.

We do things different here.

Because of the earthquakes,

right?

Okay, lay off the jokes, guy.

Is that supposed to be a joke?

Sure.

Well we're in Hollywood, okay? We

leave the entertainment to Soupy Sales.

I suggest you go home.

There's no smoking on the

Promenade, f*** wad!

From a woman at the bar. She

wants you to know her name is Lana.

May I?

Hey. Hey, you're not one of those gals

that uses sex as a weapon, are you?

No. I don't like violence.

That's good.

Are you like everyone else here?

You in show business?

No. I'm in the hide and seek

business.

No. That is a game that kids

play.

Yeah but if you add some money

to it, it's for adults.

Well, what are you doing right

now, hiding or seeking?

Right now I'm drinking.

Do you want another drink?

No, come on. Come on.

I got to go to the bathroom.

What's wrong, lover?

Are these the kind of games

you're into?

No, they're for work.

Come on. It's alright.

You want me to cuff you up, huh?

You want to cuff me up?

Slow dance.

May I have this dance?

Lana. I never did figure out if

that was her real name.

Maybe it was, just for the

night.

She ended up passing out on her

pillow, and sleep-talking into the dawn.

She was asking her mother for the

extra-special blueberry pancakes.

There was a lot of cursing.

Hello, Drexler Hewitt's office.

Hey, Charley. Is Hewitt in?

No, Rosow, he is not.

I would've told him I am still in

contact with the Subject and the Boy.

Am presently tailing them south

to Mexico, I'm guessing.

Guessing, Rosow?

Guessing, Miss Charley.

I haven't received the image

yet.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

I'll do it right now.

This is instantaneous, huh?

What is this? Who is this?

It's just a trial run, Charley.

I just want to make sure the new

technology really works.

Don't hang up on me, okay?

You're always hanging up on me.

What do you want, Rosow?

See, I just want you to talk to

me for a little while.

And why would I do that?

I'm out here on this old spooky

desert highway,

following some defective bastard

with a poor little Mexican boy.

You and me, we work together.

I figure you could find a couple of

moments to tell me something about yourself.

Tell you about myself?

Nothing too personal.

I'll tell you one thing about

myself, Rosow...

Goodie.

and one thing only

What is it?

I'm hanging up the phone now.

Your loss. Your loss.

This is some prime real estate.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Looks like you need a light,

huh?

There.

Hero Furillo. Hello.

Yeah.

That's nice.

I already got customers.

I know.

So, what do you want?

Where are you taking them? Here.

See? Mine.

No, you keep it. You might want

to call me sometime.

I got my cell phone on there.

Look, I got this new cell phone.

It takes pictures.

What do you want with those two?

An American man, a Mexican boy.

You see what I mean?

Yeah. But I'm not allowed to

talk about destinations.

I can get in big trouble.

I don't know you.

Where are you from?

What do you care?

What's a guy from New York doing

all the way out here, huh?

If you must know, because

New York is crazy now.

I used to have a place on West 4th

Street for four hundred bucks a month!

You can't even get a place in

Red Hook for that much anymore.

It's crazy. The guppies took

over.

You lived on West 4th?

By the cage?

Yeah, why? You been there?

I grew up on Minetta Lane.

Get the f*** out of here!

Get the f*** out of here!

Yeah.

No sh*t? You know, that's where

they shot the movie "Serpico".

My dad knew Serpico.

The real Serpico.

Yeah, he grew up on Perry and

Greenwich.

Get the f*** out of here!

Get the f*** out of here!

Get out of here! No sh*t?

Yeah.

Let me ask you something. Did he really

have one of them big dogs like in the movie?

Oh, yeah, right. I can't

remember. I was just a baby.

Because in the movie, Serpico's

got one of them big dogs, you know?

Like the kind in Peter Pan that goes

flying through the air with Wendy.

No, that's a flying Saint

Bernard.

Saint Bernard. Saint Bernard.

Yeah, but Serpico's dog was one of them

shaggy dogs with the hair in its eyes.

What, are you telling me that's

not a Saint Bernard?

I don't think so.

I think you might be wrong. I'll

google it.

Yeah, I'm gonna' google that

sh*t.

Look, I'd love to talk movies,

and New York, and dogs,

and googleplex configurations

all day long,

but you got to make a decision

here, all right?

I'm not going to get you into

any trouble.

I just want to know where this

man and the little boy are going.

You looking to hurt somebody,

man?

No, no, I'm trying to help

somebody.

Here, take this money and tell

me where they're going.

Santa Reyes, through the hills

and down by the ocean.

But the only way to get there is

to follow me.

That's what I had in mind.

Yeah, but everybody's gonna' see

you.

I mean, everybody's gonna' see

you.

You stick out like a broken

nose.

Hey, you make money at this

sh*t?

Oh yeah? Well, this five hundred

dollar bill says that I'm smashing.

Five hundred?

Yeah, or is that against the

rules, too?

I'm no cabbagehead. I know that

cabs are expensive in L.A.

You get this half, and I'll give you the

other half when we get to our destination.

Now, come on, pop the trunk.

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