Laurel Canyon Page #6

- Get me a 511, fast...

Wyatt, sits down.

Sit down.

What the hell is a 511?

What the hell is that?

Is that a f***ing code?

Is that a prison code?

Is that a prison code?

Don't take me out!

Please, God!

Don't take me out!

Please, don't!

- Please don't take me out.

- It's alright.

I'm feeling a horse at the gallop.

The tempo's sh*t.

- Am I right?

- Yeah, it's sh*t.

No, no... Let's go into it.

It's gonna have texture,

you know like... like ooze.

sonic ooze.

Alright. Sonic ooze...

Okay baby, how about a horn insertion?

Perhaps "Tijuana Brass",

maybe. I heard Herb's in town...

No, let's not go patronising.

That's not patronising.

I was accommodating.

I was accommodating you.

Cause I'm a better

judge than you think.

Sweet. That's it,

That's the direction.

I've overplayed it.

No, it's not the bass. It's

how much you get straight on the beat.

- It should be faster.

- No, I know what she's doing. Sultry

She's going for romantic.

Is it that what

you're going for, Jane?

A love song?

Come on!

Let him go!

Those are mine.

- What are?

- Your tits.

You're such a prude.

Hello.

Hi.

- Am I interrupting?

- Absolutely not.

It is an unexpected pleasure.

We were just discussing romance.

Come on in.

Sit down, come on.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Have a good night.

I really start to love this.

But it's dated, you know?

It's not dated, we just wrote it.

It doesn't even have a date on it yet.

- Why are you so contrary?

- Cause you wouldn't respect me otherwise.

- Do you think so?

- Babe, I Know so.

I love a man who speaks his mind.

Even when it's bullshit.

Hey stranger.

Hey you.

What time did you

come to bed last night?

I tried to wake up you.

- But you didn't move.

- I didn't feel anything.

How did it go yesterday?

With the apartments.

Good.

What's established?

I saw some a few things.

Most of them are pretty disgusting.

I think it's gonna take some time.

I'm sure that there was something

perfect in here, just ready to rent.

- So, how was work yesterday?

- Strange.

I had to deal with a 16 year-old bastard

having an ecstasy-induced psychotic episode,

and he thought I was Nazi.

Ironic.

- And upsetting.

- Yes, he was pretty upset.

This one looks good.

- Which one?

- This house.

In the Valley, on Greenleaf.

Right there.

- Were you in the studio for a long time?

- Nor not too long.

- Just taking a break?

- Yes.

Did you get much work done?

I think I'm pretty close to finishing.

No, on your dissertation.

Yes. It's going very well.

- Did you enjoy yourself?

- Where?

In the studio.

Yes, I did, actually.

It was stimulating.

Gee.

I don't know how you two

just think of getting up so early.

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