The Nice Guys Page #3

Yeah, yeah. We're business associates.

He's inside resting.

Didn't I see you crawling round

a vacant lot a couple of blocks over?

Um, maybe. I read there sometimes.

Right.

"It's me-he for Yoo-hoo!" Thanks again.

Bye.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

STAND-UP COMIC:
Because the gas prices

are up 16 cents a gallon,

uh, the US now

is looking into alternative fuels.

There's a process where you can

put corn in and gas comes out.

I'm no scientist,

but that's been my process

with corn for years.

(LAUGHTER)

MAN:
Hey.

JACKSON:
It's not a public area up here.

MAN:
Wow.

You got like an apartment up here?

If you're looking for the restroom,

back down the stairs.

(GUN C*CKS)

We're looking for Amelia.

(GRUNTS)

MRS GLENN:
I'm telling you,

I saw her, Mr March.

I didn't imagine it.

I saw my Misty alive.

Mrs Glenn, be reasonable.

This is a high-profile case.

Your niece is a very famous...

Actress,

and the head medical examiner

ID'd her himself.

I saw her through the front window.

You didn't.

Clear as day. She was wearing...

The pinstriped suit. I know.

Very specific.

She was writing something and then

she came out and she drove away

and this was two days

after the accident.

And I thought that you said

you found her.

Now, what was that bonus payment?

I never said I found her.

I said I was tracking

the girl that you saw

and that was probably

this young lady, Amelia.

-Why don't you believe me?

-Mrs Glenn, Misty's dead.

She died in that accident.

I never should have taken

your money in the first place.

I'm very sorry about that.

Even... No, even if this

Amelia girl isn't my niece,

she might know something.

Please, please, will you keep looking?

No.

Mr March...

(MRS GLENN CLEARS THROAT)

(CAR DOOR CREAKS)

Can I ask you a question?

Tell me the truth.

And don't take it easy on me

just 'cause I'm your father.

You just tell it to me straight.

-Am I a bad person?

-Yes.

(SCOFFS)

Just drive.

(ENGINE STARTS)

MAN:
I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is Amelia?

I would like to help you,

but I just don't know

anybody called Amelia.

Oh. Okay. (GRUNTS)

You don't talk,

I'm gonna have to start

breaking your fingers. (LAUGHING)

You understand?

Yes, I understand.

Hey, hotshot, come on in here.

I found something hidden in the cabinet.

Really?

(MAN SCOFFS)

Watch him.

Oh, no. (GROANS)

Hey, don't open that

because that's not mine.

It belongs to a friend.

I just, uh... I look after it for him.

But it's one of those bags.

-If you try to open it...

-(EXPLODES)

MAN:
Oh, f***! F***!

JACKSON:
Sh*t!

(GROANING) Motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

-I can't see nothing.

-Yeah.

Oh, God. What the f***?

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