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SORTILÈGE: Was it possible that at every gathering... Concert, peace rally, love-in, be-in and freak-in... ...here, up North, back East, wherever. ...some dark crews had been busy all along... ...reclaiming the music, the resistance to power... ...the sexual desire from epic to everyday... ...all they could sweep up, for the ancient forces of greed and fear.
Inherent Vice
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SORTILÈGE: Hmm... A snitch. A spy. A weasel. And dang... ...if it ain't a resurrected tenor sax player, working undercover. But for who? These patriotic pals of President Nixon called Vigilant California? Some other unseen hand? DOC: Now, who am I again? COY: You're the photographer. DOC: And the name of the magazine is...? COY: Stone Turntable. DOC: Mm-hm. SORTILÈGE: Coy's band, The Boards, were currently renting a place in Topanga Canyon... ...from a bass player turned record company executive... ...which trend watchers took as further evidence of the end of Hollywood... ...if not the world, as they had known it.
Inherent Vice
24.2s
Um... Do you think that, um... ...you know, maybe your brother was just, um... ...you know, doing his job to try to prevent, um... ...whoever it was from putting the snatch on Mickey? That's way too fucking sentimental. Sounds like somebody objected to Mickey's big giveaway. Mm. The, uh, wife? Business partners? Um...
Inherent Vice