Wilson Page #4

I'll find her.

What's her name?

(CHUCKLES)

Pippi. My Ex? Uh...

Pippi.

Pippi what?

Pippi Carmichael.

But like I said,

you won't find a...

Here's

a Polly Carmichael-Wiggins.

Wait. Are you serious?

Uh, yeah.

That's her sister.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, she's all over here.

She's got a big presence.

Really? So...

Oh, yikes! That's...

Yeah, that's her.

Yeah, she's right over

there in Silverdale.

So...

after six years, this

guy's all, "I love you,

"but I just don't see

a future for us."

And I'm like, "I get it, dude.

You're into penis.

"So am I. But...

"couldn't you have

just told me that

"before I let myself

go all to sh*t?"

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLES)

WILSON:
Recognize this voice?

Because I recognize yours.

No.

No.

Uh-uh.

Nope.

No, see it's Wilson!

(SIGHS)

Jesus Christ, Polly, spare me

the history lesson, okay?

I'm just...

calling to find out

if there's any news from Pippi.

Hmm.

Got to be around here somewhere.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Watch your door.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir?

Just a second.

Watch the door.

Quick question:

Can you tell me where

a guy could find some

p*ssy in this town?

Oh, you're looking

for a strip club, huh?

Uh... Well, no,

that's for suckers.

I'm looking for the kind

you can actually f***.

Looking for a hooker?

That's it, exactly.

I'm looking

for my ex-wife.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hey. How you doing?

Oh, good.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What's going on?

Okay.

Have you ever seen this woman?

Now, this is

an old picture, so she...

probably looks much,

much worse now.

Bruises from the drug use

and beatings.

Frizzy coke hair.

Waxy skin.

You, of all people,

know the drill.

Her name's Pippi,

but I'm sure she's got some...

florid nom de guerre now

like, uh...

"Klimaxx" or something.

I don't know no Klimaxx.

According to her sister,

she recently located

back here from L.A.

I'm sorry, I don't know her.

Okay. Well, in that case,

I guess I'll...

take a blowj*b then.

All right.

Ooh.

I should've brought my wallet.

WILSON:
Belinda, do you

know where Pippi is?

BELINDA:
Stay the f***

away from us.

We don't want nothing to do

with that crazy b*tch.

Don't talk to him.

Look. It's torture for me

to see you guys, too...

especially hatch

hatchet-face over here...

but I need to know

if you've seen Pippi.

She's working at some

restaurant by the lake.

That's all we know.

Now please...

f*** off.

A restaurant?

What restaurant?

F*** off!

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, we close

at 9:
00 tonight. Sorry.

Oh, no, that's okay.

I just wanted to ask...

Do you have a Pippi

working here?

Like Pippi Longstocking?

Oh...

You don't ever want

to call her that.

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