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If you don't mind my asking, Mr. Khalil, how'd you hear about me? Sledge. Sledge Poteet. Wow. Blast from the past. Far out. Yeah. He said you helped him out of a situation back in '67. First time I got shot at. If you don't mind an obvious question... ...you, uh, know where this Glen Charlock works. Why not, uh, just go over there and look him up directly? Well, because Wolfmann likes to surround himself with the Aryan Brotherhood. Day and night. And, see, outside of Glen, I ain't never liked the company of Nazis. Mm-hm. So, uh, send some white guy to get his head hammered? - More or less. - Mm. Now when you were inside, were you in a gang? The Black Guerrilla Family.
Inherent Vice
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Hi. I'm Jade. Welcome to Chick Planet Massage. Take note of today's Pussy Eater's Special, which is good all day till closing time. - How much is it? - Fourteen ninety-five. [EXHALES] Well, not that 14.95 ain't a totally groovy price... ...but I'm trying to locate this guy who works for Mr. Wolfmann. Oh, does he eat pussy? Fella named Glen Charlock? Oh, sure, Glen. He comes in here. He eats pussy. Well, Glen and I were in Chino around the same time. You seen him today? Are you a cop? Nope.
Inherent Vice
23.4s
Okay. Can you show me up here on the map? SORTILÈGE: Long, sad history of L.A. land use. Mexican families bounced out of Chavez Ravine... ...to build Dodger Stadium. American Indians swept out of Bunker Hill for the Music Center. And now Tariq's neighborhood... ...bulldozed aside for Channel View Estates.
Inherent Vice
29.3s
And welcome to a world of inconvenience. SORTILÈGE: Well, morning, Sam. Like a bad luck planet in today's horoscope... Where's the old hippie-hating mad dog himself in the flesh: Lieutenant Detective Christian F. Bigfoot Bjornsen. SAG member, John Wayne walk, flattop of Flintstone proportions... ...and that little evil-shit twinkle in his eye that says "civil rights violations." What's up, Doc?
Inherent Vice
29.4s
...some sort of incident occurs in the vicinity of Channel View Estates. Firearms are discharged. When the dust settles, we find one Glen Charlock deceased. But more compellingly for L.A.P.D. is the man Charlock was supposed to be guarding. Michael Z. Wolfmann has vanished... ...giving local law enforcement less than 24 hours... ...before the Feds call it a kidnapping and come in to fuck everything up. So perhaps, Sportello, you can help forestall this... ...by providing the names of the other members of your cult.
Inherent Vice
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No. Look, I've been referred to... ...more than one time by the L.A. Times... ...as a Renaissance detective. Okay? Which means I am many things. One thing I am not is stupid... ...so purely out of noblesse oblige, I extend this assumption to cover you as well. What the fuck? Hey, Saunch. What's up, Doc? You know you have no case here. So if you're gonna charge him, you better. Otherwise, you have to let him go. Remember who this is you're talking to. That's Bigfoot Bjornsen. Renaissance cop.
Inherent Vice