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104I agree. Finally.Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:If I am going to post my opinions, then I had better have the courage to stand behind them.
Rift Canyon Dreamspwalshj wrote:I have offered you sausage.
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106Angus Jung wrote:Not much thought was put into my name, back on August 04, 2003.
'night_tools' is a euphemism for the male genitals coined by my favourite comedians Roy Slaven and HG Nelson
it's fair to say i didn't put much thought into my name either, but damned if I can think of anything better to change it to now.
arthur wrote:Don't cut it for work don't cut it to look normal, people who feel offended by your nearly-30-with-long-hair face should just fuck off.
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109I have always thought it was a funny name. I also thought is was funny that for years I thought it was spelled Munt and not Mundt like a real persons name.
In fact, I was a bit disappointed to learn the correct spelling when I came across the screenplay, but it was already too late to change.
LOBBY
Late afternoon sun slants in from one side. The lobby has the same golden
ambiance as when first we saw it.
Barton is walking toward two wing chairs in the shadows, from which two men
in suits are rising. One is tall, the other short.
POLICEMAN
Fink?
BARTON
Yeah.
POLICEMAN 2
Detective Mastrionotti.
POLICEMAN 1
Detective Deutsch.
MASTRIONOTTI
L.A.P.D.
BARTON
Uh-huh.
All three sit in ancient maroon swing chairs. Mastrionotti perches on the
edge of his chair; Deutsch slumps back in the shadows, studying Barton.
DEUTSCH
Got a couple questions to ask ya.
MASTRIONOTTI
What do you do, Fink?
Still hoarse:
BARTON
I write.
DEUTSCH
Oh yeah? What kind of write?
BARTON
Well as a matter of fact, I write for
the pictures.
MASTRIONOTTI
Big fuckin' deal.
DEUTSCH
You want my partner to kiss your ass?
MASTRIONOTTI
Would that be good enough for ya?
BARTON
No, I - I didn't mean to sound -
DEUTSCH
What DID you mean?
BARTON
I - I've got respect for - for working
guys, like you -
MASTRIONOTTI
Jesus! Ain't that a load off! You live
in 605?
BARTON
Yeah.
DEUTSCH
How long you been up there, Fink?
BARTON
A week, eight, nine days -
MASTRIONOTTI
Is this multiple choice?
BARTON
Nine days - Tuesday -
DEUTSCH
You know this slob?
He is holding a small black-and-white photograph out toward Barton.
There is a long beat as Barton studies the picture.
BARTON
. . . Yeah, he . . . he lives next
door to me.
MASTRIONOTTI
That's right, Fink, he lives next door
to you.
DEUTSCH
Ever talk to him?
BARTON
. . . Once or twice. His name is Charlie
Meadows.
MASTRIONOTTI
Yeah, and I'm Buck Rogers.
DEUTSCH
His name is Mundt. Karl Mundt.
MASTRIONOTTI
Also known as Madman Mundt.
DEUTSCH
He's a little funny in the head.
BARTON
What did . . . What did he -
MASTRIONOTTI
Funny. As in, he likes to ventilate
people with a shotgun and then cut their
heads off.
DEUTSCH
Yeah, he's funny that way.
BARTON
I . . .
MASTRIONOTTI
Started in Kansas City. Couple of
housewives.
DEUTSCH
Couple of days ago we see the same M.O.
out in Los Feliz.
MASTRIONOTTI
Doctor. Ear, nose and throat man,.
DEUTSCH
All of which he's now missin'.
MASTRIONOTTI
Well, some of his throat was there.
DEUTSCH
Physician, heal thyself.
MASTRIONOTTI
Good luck with no fuckin' head.
DEUTSCH
Anyway.
MASTRIONOTTI
Hollywood precinct finds another stiff
yesterday. Not too far from here. This
one's better looking than the doc.
DEUTSCH
Female caucasian, thirty years old. Nice
tits. No head. You ever see Mundt with
anyone meets that description?
MASTRIONOTTI
But, you know, with the head still on.
BARTON
. . . No. I never saw him with anyone
else.
DEUTSCH
So. You talked to Mundt, what about?
BARTON
Nothing, really. Said he was in the insurance
business.
Deutsch indicates Mastrionotti.
DEUTSCH
Yeah, and he's Buck Rogers.
MASTRIONOTTI
No reputable company would hire a guy like
that.
BARTON
Well that's what he said.
DEUTSCH
What else?
BARTON
He . . . I'm trying to think . . . Nothing,
really . . . He . . . He said he liked Jack
Oakie pictures.
Mastrionotti looks at Deutsch. Deutsch looks at Mastrionotti. After a
beat, Mastrionotti looks back at Barton.
MASTRIONOTTI
Ya know, Fink, ordinarily we say anything you
might remember could be helpful. But I'll be
frank with you: That is not helpful.
DEUTSCH
Ya see how he's not writing it down?
MASTRIONOTTI
Fink. That's a Jewish name, isn't it?
BARTON
Yeah.
Mastrionotti gets to his feet, looking around the lobby.
MASTRIONOTTI
Yeah, I didn't think this dump was
restricted.
He digs in his pocket.
. . . Mundt has disappeared. I don't
think he'll be back. But . . .
He hands Barton a card.
. . . give me a call if you see him. Or
if you remember something that isn't totally
idiotic.
In fact, I was a bit disappointed to learn the correct spelling when I came across the screenplay, but it was already too late to change.
LOBBY
Late afternoon sun slants in from one side. The lobby has the same golden
ambiance as when first we saw it.
Barton is walking toward two wing chairs in the shadows, from which two men
in suits are rising. One is tall, the other short.
POLICEMAN
Fink?
BARTON
Yeah.
POLICEMAN 2
Detective Mastrionotti.
POLICEMAN 1
Detective Deutsch.
MASTRIONOTTI
L.A.P.D.
BARTON
Uh-huh.
All three sit in ancient maroon swing chairs. Mastrionotti perches on the
edge of his chair; Deutsch slumps back in the shadows, studying Barton.
DEUTSCH
Got a couple questions to ask ya.
MASTRIONOTTI
What do you do, Fink?
Still hoarse:
BARTON
I write.
DEUTSCH
Oh yeah? What kind of write?
BARTON
Well as a matter of fact, I write for
the pictures.
MASTRIONOTTI
Big fuckin' deal.
DEUTSCH
You want my partner to kiss your ass?
MASTRIONOTTI
Would that be good enough for ya?
BARTON
No, I - I didn't mean to sound -
DEUTSCH
What DID you mean?
BARTON
I - I've got respect for - for working
guys, like you -
MASTRIONOTTI
Jesus! Ain't that a load off! You live
in 605?
BARTON
Yeah.
DEUTSCH
How long you been up there, Fink?
BARTON
A week, eight, nine days -
MASTRIONOTTI
Is this multiple choice?
BARTON
Nine days - Tuesday -
DEUTSCH
You know this slob?
He is holding a small black-and-white photograph out toward Barton.
There is a long beat as Barton studies the picture.
BARTON
. . . Yeah, he . . . he lives next
door to me.
MASTRIONOTTI
That's right, Fink, he lives next door
to you.
DEUTSCH
Ever talk to him?
BARTON
. . . Once or twice. His name is Charlie
Meadows.
MASTRIONOTTI
Yeah, and I'm Buck Rogers.
DEUTSCH
His name is Mundt. Karl Mundt.
MASTRIONOTTI
Also known as Madman Mundt.
DEUTSCH
He's a little funny in the head.
BARTON
What did . . . What did he -
MASTRIONOTTI
Funny. As in, he likes to ventilate
people with a shotgun and then cut their
heads off.
DEUTSCH
Yeah, he's funny that way.
BARTON
I . . .
MASTRIONOTTI
Started in Kansas City. Couple of
housewives.
DEUTSCH
Couple of days ago we see the same M.O.
out in Los Feliz.
MASTRIONOTTI
Doctor. Ear, nose and throat man,.
DEUTSCH
All of which he's now missin'.
MASTRIONOTTI
Well, some of his throat was there.
DEUTSCH
Physician, heal thyself.
MASTRIONOTTI
Good luck with no fuckin' head.
DEUTSCH
Anyway.
MASTRIONOTTI
Hollywood precinct finds another stiff
yesterday. Not too far from here. This
one's better looking than the doc.
DEUTSCH
Female caucasian, thirty years old. Nice
tits. No head. You ever see Mundt with
anyone meets that description?
MASTRIONOTTI
But, you know, with the head still on.
BARTON
. . . No. I never saw him with anyone
else.
DEUTSCH
So. You talked to Mundt, what about?
BARTON
Nothing, really. Said he was in the insurance
business.
Deutsch indicates Mastrionotti.
DEUTSCH
Yeah, and he's Buck Rogers.
MASTRIONOTTI
No reputable company would hire a guy like
that.
BARTON
Well that's what he said.
DEUTSCH
What else?
BARTON
He . . . I'm trying to think . . . Nothing,
really . . . He . . . He said he liked Jack
Oakie pictures.
Mastrionotti looks at Deutsch. Deutsch looks at Mastrionotti. After a
beat, Mastrionotti looks back at Barton.
MASTRIONOTTI
Ya know, Fink, ordinarily we say anything you
might remember could be helpful. But I'll be
frank with you: That is not helpful.
DEUTSCH
Ya see how he's not writing it down?
MASTRIONOTTI
Fink. That's a Jewish name, isn't it?
BARTON
Yeah.
Mastrionotti gets to his feet, looking around the lobby.
MASTRIONOTTI
Yeah, I didn't think this dump was
restricted.
He digs in his pocket.
. . . Mundt has disappeared. I don't
think he'll be back. But . . .
He hands Barton a card.
. . . give me a call if you see him. Or
if you remember something that isn't totally
idiotic.