The Nice Guys Page #9

(DOOR SHUTS)

But, no, it was here. The desk was here.

No desk there now.

MRS GLENN:
Well, I don't know what to say.

-Dad, what are you doing?

-Give me a second.

(WHIRRING)

World's worst detective, huh?

You did see your niece, Mrs Glenn.

You saw her on that wall,

at a desk, in a pinstriped suit.

So what she saw was a movie?

Not a movie. The movie.

-The movie.

-But the film burned up.

Well, how did she see it

two days after it supposedly burned up?

And the wardrobe matches perfectly.

So Amelia had a second print?

She had a copy?

Wouldn't you?

And she gave that copy to Misty.

So she comes here,

checks the film against that wall...

Lily sees it through that window.

And Amelia splits and takes the film.

And goes where?

Oh, for f***...

I mean, can't we get to the next...

The Western Hotel to meet the businessman.

Distributors.

She was screening it for the distributors.

She was showing them the film.

It's out there. The film exists.

-Now we just have to find it.

-HOLLY:
Guys, look.

"Opening night, 9:00 p.m." Signed, Chet.

-F***ing Chet.

-The protestor guy?

Give me that sh*t.

She was planning something with Chet.

Opening night?

The LA auto show.

-It's today, right?

-JACKSON:
Yeah.

Big party. Mucky-mucks. Loads of press.

If you wanted to get a story out there, right?

And f***ing Chet's a projectionalist.

MRS GLENN:
Please stop talking.

I've been listening to everything you said.

Does this mean...

Does this mean that my niece is dead?

Yes!

-I mean, you know, yes.

-(SIGHS)

-She was murdered. I'm sorry.

-JACKSON:
Mmm-hmm.

But we're gonna bring down

the people who did it.

Yeah, and for a deeply discounted rate, so...

MC:
Welcome to Los Angeles

and the 1978 Pacific Coast Auto Show.

Styled road wheels.

These all-new fuel-efficient systems.

MAN:
An incredible 210-brake horsepower.

WOMAN:
Their battery-powered

three-passenger runabout.

Cadillac have brought their new Eldorado.

...featuring a 7-litre V8.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

You guys know where the projection room is?

You seen Chet, the projectionist?

Yeah, he just left like 10

minutes ago, went for a drink.

-And you are?

-In a hurry. Thanks, buddy.

How'd you know my name was Buddy?

WOMAN:
The Malibu sedan.

This year's edition is looking spectacular.

Come and see it, folks.

JACKSON:
It's just a bunch of cars.

Motor City Pride.

-That's not it.

-Sh*t.

That's not the film.

F***ing Chet.

He's probably still got it stashed somewhere.

(GUN C*CKS)

Tally. Oh, my God, you look incredible.

How do you get your hair to...

It's magnificent.

(STUTTERS) Listen, I don't

know what's going on here,

but there's been some foul play.

Do you know that that

suitcase that you gave us,

somebody switched it out.

-There was no money in it.

-TALLY:
(CHUCKLES) No sh*t.

Weapons on the floor. Now.

(SIGHS) I guess you killed

the projectionist, huh?

No. My associate's out looking for him now.

We'll find him.

Tally, let me ask you something.

You ever really killed anybody?

In Detroit, yeah. Three times.

Really?

That's where this all started.

The Detroit show.

That b*tch Misty shooting her

mouth off about her new movie.

Tally, this is not you.

You're not a murderer.

She just said she killed three people.

I know, but I'm saying deep down.

JACKSON:
Hey, look, one's a mistake.

By the time you get to three...

Don't paint her with that brush.

I guess it's easy to live in your world, right,

where everyone sits in their place.

See what's in front of you.

She's got a gun and she's killed three...

-Come on, man.

-You don't know her upbringing.

-You gotta face the situation.

-You don't know what she...

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Room service.

-Sh*t. No.

-What's wrong with him?

I... I don't know. I'm gonna ask him.

-March?

-Yeah?

Uh, what the f*** are you doing?

Did you move it?

-Move what?

-The f***ing gun.

-What gun?

-The f***ing ankle gun.

Who told you I had an ankle gun?

You did. In the car before we crashed.

You were like,

"Oh, check out my ankle gun."

You know,

you showed me your ankle gun.

Come on. Are you serious?

Are you f***ing serious?

-Oh, sh*t.

-JACKSON:
Yeah.

Did I dream that?

Yeah, you moron, you dreamt it.

No, no, no, no.

Yeah, you're right, that was...

Just shut up. Shut up! Both of you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Room service.

-This takes the f***ing cake.

-TALLY:
Shh!

Holly, you can come in now.

(CHUCKLES)

Very clever, Holly.

Thanks. I thought so.

(GASPS)

Why did you just throw cold coffee on me?

I got it in the hallway.

I thought it was hot.

I like where your head's at, sweetheart.

That really could have worked out.

All right, you know, everybody,

in the corner.

Come on. (YELPS)

(GUNSHOT)

HOLLAND:
Sh*t.

-Well, that really worked out.

-Yeah.

Now we just gotta find that

f***ing Chet before John Boy does.

Yeah. Well, that guy said

he was going for a drink.

You take the roof bar.

I'll take downstairs.

-Well done, kiddo.

-Thanks.

-You the projectionist?

-Mmm-hmm. (CLEARS THROAT)

Look, we got a problem on nine.

Someone knocked over the projector.

The film's all over the floor.

-Film's on the floor? Really?

-Yeah, it's a mess.

You follow me?

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Okay, just wait here.

I'm gonna take a look around.

I wanna help.

You can help by staying put, okay?

Promise me you'll get the film?

Yeah, I promise.

Pinky promise?

F***.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hey, pal, what can I do you for?

Free drinks. What do you have?

Little guy, stringy hair.

I think they went out through those doors.

Hey, Chet? Chet?

(CHET MOANS)

Hey. Hey, Chet.

(MOANING)

Amelia's film, where is it?

The film is in the projector.

Repeat, it's in the projector.

But we already checked that.

-Spliced in.

-What?

It's spliced into the middle of it,

right in the other film. Go get it.

On my way.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?

I got a gun pointed directly

at your daughter's spine.

Come with me. Come on, baby.

(VOCALISING)

How does that song go?

(SIGHS)

(DINGS)

NARRATOR:
Welcome, Los Angeles,

to the finest fleet of automobiles

Detroit has to offer,

giving the world luxury redefined.

In addition to the most distinctive styling,

we are bringing you interiors

that are comfort assured,

combining velour, leather,

wood panelling and an improved...

(HOLLAND GROANS)

Help him up.

Why'd you have to bring the goddamn kid?

-I f***ed up.

-Yeah, you f***ed up.

(CRYING)

NARRATOR:
America...

-(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

-(WOMAN MOANING)

Oh, my God.

F***, f***.

Do you want her to see you like this?

-(CONTINUES CRYING)

-You f***ing drunk.

Oh, don't start that crying sh*t.

-I f***ed up.

-You drunk motherf***er, you.

-I love you.

-It's embarrassing.

I'm sorry. Duck.

-What?

-Duck.

Motherf***er!

(GRUNTING)

(SHRIEKS)

Well, I'm Bulging Paulsen

and I represent the Detroit

auto manufacturers.

That's who the hell I am.

You poison our air.

The people won't stand for it.

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