Glen was a shit. Bound to have his series canceled sometime. That don't keep me from wanting to know who his killer is. Goodness. Did you talk to the police? They talked to me. Some smart-ass named Bigfoot. He seemed less concerned with Glen's murder than Mickey Wolfmann's disappearance. But he's a fan of yours all right.
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- You saw Hope? - Yeah, for a minute. She's okay. Looks like she's been staying clean too. How'd she do it? I don't know. She's, uh, back teaching is all she said. You know, public health, drug awareness, something like that. - Where? - Where? I don't know. She didn't say.
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Listen, I'm not asking you to give away any secrets here. But I think I saw you on the tube at a rally for Nixon.
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...vehicle. - What? - The vehicle?
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"Gee," he thought, "I don't know."
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DOC: Hi.
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Hey.
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Uh, well, I'm gonna have the house anchovy loaf to start... ...and, um, the devil ray filet. Can I get that deep-fried in beer batter? It's your stomach. What can I get for you, little buddy? Mm, I'll take the jellyfish teriyaki croquettes and the eel Trovatore, please. Okay. And to drink, gentlemen? You'll wanna get fucked up before this meal. That's for sure. I have some recommendations. Maybe the, uh, Tequila Zombie. - Make it two. - All right. Thank you.
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Somewhere between San Pedro and Papeete, the boat disappears... ...till one day a couple years later... ...the boat and the owner suddenly reappear. - You dig? - Mm-hm. The Preserved is in the opposite ocean, off of Cuba...
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...and Burke Stodger on the front page of the Daily Variety... ...in an article reporting his return to pictures... ...in a major motion picture called Commie Confidential.
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You dig? Like Howard Hughes when he bought the Desert Inn.
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Who better than Mickey Wolfmann?
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That was it.
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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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- Where you been? - Up north. Family stuff.
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...of resort hotel rooms he took her to... ...during endodontist conventions. The wallpaper.
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Hi.
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Oh, I can dig. You're just gonna ignore that? Some hippie chick with boyfriend trouble, brains mushed up with dope and sex? I've never seen you so emotional. The lights are out. Never seen you during the day. You didn't tell Bjornsen any of this when he pulled you in at the crime scene. That's because I promised Shasta I'd come talk to you first, right? See if anybody at the DA could help out with this. I tried to call you. - Day and night. No reply. - You tried to call me. Really? Yeah. Look, I forgot. I don't know. Look, all know is the next thing... ...Shasta's missing, Wolfmann's gone and, uh, Glen Charlock's dead. Bjornsen seems to think you're as good a suspect as any. [CHUCKLES] "Seems to"? Wait a minute. You been talking to Bigfoot about me? Doc, please. Besides, maybe you did it. Has that crossed your mind? - Maybe you just forgot? - What? Did do what? Killed Glen Charlock. - Kill him? - Yeah. What?