Wonderland Page #6

- Good to see you.

I'm not talking in front

of these guys.

Did you ever get those cigars

I sent you?

- Oh, they were good.

- Right, the best.

- You got taste.

- Yeah, you look good.

Thank you, John.

- What are you working on?

- Administrative Vice.

Administrative?

You got a desk job?

- That's insane, man.

- I'm an old man, John.

I guess. You break your legs

or something? Jesus.

No, I've been doing good.

You haven't though, from what I hear.

Yeah, what'd you hear?

You're doing a lot of drugs,

partying with the wrong crowd.

Yeah, I'm a drug addict, Bill.

I know, John.

I know about the robbery

that you and all those dead people

up on Wonderland

pulled on Eddie Nash.

You know, I'm not here as a cop.

I'm here as your friend.

No, I know that Bill, thanks for coming

down. And thanks for the room.

It's nice.

Everyone's been really good.

Want to tell me about it, or...

- is this just a waste of my time?

- No, come on.

- Can we take a drive?

- I wish we could, John.

You got any coke?

No, I can't do that.

How about a coffee then with like

a million f***ing sugars?

Just tell the story, John.

Tell me what you know.

John:
We got a deal?

Talk to me, John.

Just tell me about it.

John:

Sure, I'll tell you a story.

But if we don't have a deal,

then it's just a story, right?

I'm listening, John.

Okay, I'm gonna tell you a story,

a story called "Wonderland."

Wonderland's the house everyone

on the whole mountain

hopes would burn down.

The lease was in Joy's name...

Joy Miller.

She was a rich westie that got all

junked up, got cancer,

both breasts removed,

still shooting junk.

Her old man Billy Deverell...

is a kind of a dumb hick

who couldn't really make up his mind

about anything without a guy

like Ron Launius around

to come up with the idea.

Ronnie's crazy and unpredictable,

but was always good with me

until he got hooked up

with one of the sleaziest scumbags

to ever come down the pike.

Dude from Sacramento... biker.

This guy, stone-cold killer,

a liar, a thief and a rapist.

What was his name?

David Lind.

Don't believe a word he says.

Now you know me a long time, right?

I can judge a character.

I know when a scene

is a scene.

This guy becomes the brains

of the operation.

So when they get too strung out

to do anything,

- then he's got the perfect solution.

- What?

They stole.

The kinda stuff that doesn't get

reported stolen.

- Drugs?

- Drugs, guns, money, anything.

Whatever they wanted they took...

smash and grab stuff.

How about that f***ing coffee?

Now I knew a big time fence

lived up The Donas.

- Eddie Nash?

- Yeah.

What is he, your friend

or your connection? What?

We hung out.

Bill, I'm not like an altar boy.

I'd love to show you the boat.

- Is this your boat?

- No.

Girls on film...

Nash:
Hey...

I know you,

you're Johnny Wadd!

- Yeah.

- Johnny Wadd on my boat!

I love your movies, man.

- Your name?

- Eddie Nash.

This is my boat.

I'm your biggest fan.

I see all your movies, yes.

Get out of here!

Yes...

- big star John Wadd. Very big.

- (both laughing)

Hey, listen, John, you come up

my house sometime,

- we hang out, we party.

- Sure, sure.

I make a little coffee, we hang out,

we do other things.

- (John laughs)

- You know what I'm saying?

I knew him. Anyway,

these guys do a big score

down at... oh, thanks.

They hit a mark in West Covina

and got their hands on four antique

guns, really beautiful museum pieces.

Nice tooling and all that. I didn't

think Eddie would want the guns,

and I told David this.

But I didn't feel like getting my ass

kicked either, so I go up there.

And I was right.

Eddie can't fence the guns,

he says they're too fancy,

too high profile,

so he gave us like two grand

as collateral.

That is bullshit.

F***ing bullshit, man.

Eddie Nash,

scumbag piece of sh*t.

Somebody ought to hit

that guy, man.

There's long-time money.

I take the bad news back

to the boys and what can they do?

It's Eddie-f***ing-Nash, right?

Then like, two weeks later

they call me in,

- and David says to me...

- You talk to Nash much?

I was over there on Tuesday.

Did he ever mention

those antiques?

- They're still $2,000.

- Screw that. Those are our guns.

How many times you think

you've been in that house?

Like 20, 30 times.

You think you could

draw us a map?

A map? What for?

- Don't worry about it, John.

- Ward:
Did you do it?

What, of the f***ing palm trees?

I mean, buy a f***ing Thomas Guide.

(laughs)

So we go up there...

this is David's bright idea.

David, Ronnie, Billy...

everyone's sitting in the car

across the street

from Eddie Nash's house...

In through the kitchen.

Definitely.

...and David's sitting there

drawing a map.

I tried to talk him out of it,

I swear to God,

I'm sitting there in the car,

I'm saying...

You guys are joking, right?

John, shut your hole.

So all of a sudden David's got

everybody all hopped up.

Then they decided,

let's stop talking and start taking.

Look, I know

an actress in Tarzana

and she's got like a wall of TVs

and like three microwaves.

What are you, a n*gger?

You have any brains

or did it all go to your cock?

You want to steal a microwave?

What the f*** are we going

to do with a microwave?

- Heat your food up with it.

- You think I'm hungry?

The only thing I want to heat up right

now is some f***ing dope, man!

I'm so railed

I can't even think straight.

This town is

a f***ing desert, man.

Did Indo-f***ing-china dry up

in this f***ing city?

I want some goddamn,

motherfucking smack!

Sh*t, David, what the f***?

I told you not to let me

do so much blow.

- You know how I get, sh*t!

- Even know who Eddie Nash is?

Do you think I give a sh*t?

Then they tell me

I gotta participate.

'Cause I know him.

Like knowing him means something.

Yeah, well, I don't want

any part of that, man.

Listen to me, motherf***er,

we're doing this.

And if I have to whack

that ass-grease knuckle f***

to get his sh*t,

then that's that.

John:
I could see it in their eyes.

They had made a decision.

I went up there three times

to warn Eddie.

Eddie, I'm not lying.

You just got to give

those f***ing fucks back their guns.

F*** you

and f*** your friends.

But he's based out of his mind...

I mean, crazy man psycho.

- 10 days straight.

- You want the guns from the Nash?

Motherfuck!

Come up and take them

from the Nash.

Huh?

And I have to admit this, Bill...

I'm looking right in his eyes

and I'm thinking,

better him than me.

Better him than me.

What did they want you to do

to help them?

Kitchen door.

Cool, man.

They wanted me to...

unlock, like,

the kitchen door.

Something like that.

Did you do it?

Yeah.

Yeah, that thing went down.

- Jesus died for somebody's sins

- (door opens)

- But not mine

- (door closes)

- Meltin' in a pot of thieves...

- Get him.

I need another snack.

You got the coke?

We f***ing did it!

Woo-hoo!

- How much did you get?

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