The Nice Guys Page #5

We'll throw up,

we'll get rid of the body.

-Right.

-(RETCHING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

-Hey.

-Hi.

Are you the one who's been

asking about Amelia?

Uh, I may have said something.

What do you want with her?

Um, she's my sister, see.

Yeah, um, I need to warn her.

Two freaky guys were coming around.

They were all like,

"Where is she? Where is she?"

It scared me kinda.

Well, you seem like a decent kid.

I'll take you to her.

-Come on.

-Okay.

What I can't figure out is

how you saw him

from all the way up there.

You didn't fall down

the f***ing hill, did you?

Did you fall down the hill?

I had like two, three drinks, tops.

Yeah, that's why

you can't walk straight.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm carrying a dead body

and I have his schwantz in my face.

So, I'm sorry I'm not Bakishnarov.

You can't even say Baryshnikov.

You did, didn't you?

You fell down that f***ing hill.

You get drunk, you lose your gun,

you take a header off the balcony

and now you're gonna tell me

it's like a hallowed,

time-honoured detective ploy, right?

It was very slippery up there, okay?

I was... I was in the pool.

-You were in the pool?

-Yeah.

Why?

I had to question the mermaids.

What were you doing while I was working?

-Thank you.

-Let's get rid of this guy.

HOLLAND:
Oh, God.

(GRUNTING)

-(ALL SCREAMING)

-Oh, God! My leg! My leg!

-WOMAN:
What is that?

-(SHRIEKING)

JACKSON:
Run.

Hop in back, sweetie.

This one says she's Amelia's sister.

Is that a fact?

(LAUGHS) Good times.

I... There's someone out looking for me.

BLUEFACE:
Really?

HOLLY:
Yeah. I...

Hey, hey, hey.

No. Don't touch that.

Hey. Why didn't you watch my movie?

-JACKSON:
Hey, goodbye.

-Come and watch with me.

-Have a great night.

-Come on. It's still playing.

Have a great night. Bye.

-(GRUNTS)

-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

-(GUN FIRES)

-(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

HOLLAND:
Excuse me. Excuse me.

-I need to go right now.

-BLUEFACE:
Don't touch...

HOLLY:
Get away from me.

AMELIA:
I need my keys.

I need my car.

Hurry.

Don't f***ing move.

AMELIA:
Hurry. I need my keys.

(SHUSHING)

Hello? Please! Hurry, hurry.

Now!

(SCREAMING)

F***! Motherf***er, my f***ing hand!

Amelia! Run!

(PEOPLE GROANING)

Drive the f***ing car.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Hey, man.

The girl in your trunk,

she was in that car.

(GROANS)

MAN:
Johnny's car!

JOHNNY:
Hey, man, what are you

doing with my car?

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(JACKSON YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

Motherf***er!

-(GUN FIRES)

-(GROANS)

MAN:
Oh, sh*t.

(GRUNTING)

I swear to God, you get up,

I'll shoot you in the cock.

(SLURRING) I can pay you.

Trying to negotiate with me?

You'll never see me again.

Where are you gonna be?

-Michigan.

-Michigan works.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(GROANS)

You okay? Does the car still go?

Well, stop f***ing around. Come on.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

F***!

Freeze!

You guys are fast.

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

-There's a...

-(CAR HONKING)

DRIVER:
Holy sh*t!

(AMELIA GROANS)

-Come on.

-Wait. Wait.

AMELIA:
What the hell are you doing?

HOLLY:
He's hurt.

We need to help him.

Are you crazy?

Stay away from him.

Just... Just hang on.

We need to help him.

(SIGHS)

(MOANS)

-It's okay.

-(BLUEFACE COUGHS)

You're gonna be all right.

I'll... I'll get help.

It's all right.

A car hit him.

We need an ambulance.

Holly, go and see

if you can flag somebody down.

-He's in a bad way.

-(BLUEFACE GROANS)

You.

Yeah, me.

You ever hear of John Boy?

By now he's heard of you.

They're flying him in. (CHUCKLES)

Now he's gonna kill that private cop

and his whole f***ing family.

And then he's gonna come for you.

You ain't got long to live.

Well, buddy,

none of us do.

(CHOKING)

-Healy, there's no one here.

-He didn't make it.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(HOLLAND BREATHES DEEPLY)

-Are you okay?

-Yeah.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SIGHS)

And that'll be the cops.

MAN:
Okay, Holly...

OFFICER:
What do you want me

to do with them?

Look, pal, you already

got our statements.

Can I go see my daughter now?

Sir, I was told to keep you here,

so I'm keeping you here.

Just following orders.

You know who else was

just following orders? Hitler.

Officer.

You're Mr March, I think.

And you are... Wait, I know you.

(STAMMERS) You're the guy.

The diner guy, right?

From last year, right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah. My name is Tally.

If you'll follow me,

my boss would like a word. Please.

I'm sorry. The diner guy?

I'll tell you later. Don't worry about it.

How do you do?

About this good most of the time.

My name is Judith Kuttner.

I work for the Department of Justice.

Okay. Well, that explains basically nothing.

I... I'm Amelia's mother.

TALLY:
Holly, are you still frowning?

(GASPS) What's in my hand?

What? (GASPS)

(LAUGHS)

HOLLY:
I know how you do that.

Hello.

Sit.

First of all, I wanna say thank you.

We've been watching interviews,

and it sounds like

you might have saved my daughter's life.

That was mostly Holly.

-His daughter.

-It's genetics.

Would you like a mint?

Uh, yeah.

JUDITH:
I need your help.

But I wanna know if I can trust you.

I'm kinda getting the idea that, you know,

you might not have much choice.

Well, my situation is very delicate.

Hey, that's where I know

you from, right? The TV.

You're prosecuting that car company thing.

The lawsuit for the catalytic converter.

Yes. That's half my day.

The other half I spend on pornography.

-Hmm.

-What kind? Like which films?

What's your favourite?

No, no. Uh, anti. Anti-porn.

-Right.

-Like a crusader.

Should I be writing this down?

JACKSON:
Yeah, write it down.

The Vegas mob is trying to

spread its porn operation

to Hollywood Boulevard.

-(SCOFFS)

-And I'm doing everything I can to stop it.

Thank you.

Porn is bad.

Something I don't understand.

Your daughter,

she did a film with Sid Shattuck.

Now, why would she do that

when she knows that's just gonna be

extremely professionally

embarrassing for you?

'Cause she wanted to. She lashes out.

We have a difficult relationship.

Mothers and daughters, it's tough.

But there's no film, not any more.

There was a fire.

Um...

-A friend of Amelia's, he...

-Dean.

Yeah, we went to his house.

Well, what's left of his house.

Mrs Kuttner, why do you think

everyone involved with this film is dying?

I have no idea, Mr March. I wish I did.

I only know that Amelia's in danger.

Why don't you put her in protective custody?

I mean, after tonight,

she's probably very scared.

She... She might wanna be at home.

She doesn't trust me.

She thinks I am the government.

She thinks I'm behind all of this.

Somewhere she's out there

and she won't call home

because she thinks

her mother's going to have her killed.

(JUDITH SNIFFLING)

Here. You wanna use that?

-No, thank you.

-No?

I wanna hire you both.

Please, find her, protect her.

Okay, you can hire us,

but we're not cheap.

This is very intensive work

and something like this,

I'd say couldn't do it for less than $5,000.

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