Hi there. Remember me, Larry Sportello? Stone Turntable magazine? You, um, asked me to, uh, look into that, um...
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Would you be willing to let me depone you? - Sure would. - You would? What is it? You, me, a tape machine, maybe another DDA to witness it. - All right, I need something from you though. - What? I need to look up somebody's jacket.
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SORTILÈGE: You don't remember the Ouija board, do you, Doc?
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"Gee," he thought, "I don't know."
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Mm-hm.
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Okay? Because Blatnoyd was a partner in a tax dodge... ...that calls itself The Golden Fang Enterprises.
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He had tables full of them.
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[PHONE RINGING]
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Me...
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Doc and Denis hadn't dropped acid for years in this town... ...without picking up some kind of extrasensory chops. And truth was, since crossing the doorsill of this place... ...they couldn't help noticing what you would call an atmosphere.
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[HOPE LAUGHING]
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Dr. Rudy, I'm back.
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Doc!
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All right, I'll look into it personally.
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I'm hearing that the Department of Justice... ...is trying to broker a Vegas deal for him. Doesn't compute. Say again. Vegas. Wolfmann.
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SORTILÈGE: Doc could never figure out what Shasta might've seen in him... ...besides being just about the only doper she knew who didn't use heroin... ...freeing up a lot of time for both of them. And it wasn't any clearer about what had driven them apart either. They each gradually located a different karmic thermal... ...watching the other glide away into different fates.
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[PHONE RINGING]
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It had been one of those prolonged times of no dope.
