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Okay. - My fucking ex, old Shasta Fay? - I know. I know who she is. But, Doc, I thought you were done with all that sad bullshit. Listen, did everybody make it back okay? Nobody was pushed overboard, nothing like that? Actually, the word I'm hearing is that Mickey Wolfmann might not be as missing as we think. Like gone but not gone?
Inherent Vice
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You working for these people at the club? I don't know. Maybe. It's where I pick up my paycheck. Where are you staying? House in Topanga Canyon. Band I used to play for, The Boards. But none of them know it's me. How can they not know it's you? Even when I was alive, they didn't know it was me. - The sax player. The session guy. - Mm. Plus, over the years, there's been a big turnover in personnel. Like, The Boards I played with... ...most of them have gone off and formed other bands. Only one or two of the old crew left... ...and, luckily, they're suffering from heavy Doper's Memory. DOC: Mm. Story is you came to grief behind some bad smack. You still into that? No.
Inherent Vice
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And it was deep. MAN: This your new partner, Bigfoot? Want a banana, Adrian? Bend over and I'll stick it in for you. ADRIAN: Fuck you and fuck your banana. SORTILEGE: Oh, man, oh, man. Never be surprised at the levels of disrespect within the L.A.P.D. But this was downright nasty, not to mention unprofessional. This bond between partners was nearly the only thing Doc had ever found... ...to admire about the L.A.P.D.
Inherent Vice