(Original Font: Courier New - 12 point) CHINATOWN by Robert Towne THIRD DRAFT October 9, 1973 1 FULL SCREEN PHOTOGRAPH grainy but unmistakably a man and woman making love. Photograph shakes. SOUND of a man MOANING in anguish. The photograph is dropped, REVEALING ANOTHER, MORE compromising one. Then another, and another. More moans. CURLY'S VOICE (crying out) Oh, no. 2 INT. GITTES' OFFICE CURLY drops the photos on Gittes' desk. Curly towers over GITTES and sweats heavily through his workman's clothes, his breathing progressively more labored. A drop plunks on Gittes' shiny desk top. Gittes notes it. A fan whiffs overhead. Gittes glances up at it. He looks cool and brisk in a white linen suit despite the heat. Never taking his eyes off Curly, he lights a cigarette using a lighter with a "nail" on his desk. Curly, with another anguished sob, turns and rams his fist into the wall, kicking the wastebasket as he does. He starts to sob again, slides along the wall where his fist has left a noticeable dent and its impact has sent the signed photos of several movie stars askew. Curly slides on into the blinds and sinks to his knees. He is weeping heavily now, and is in such pain that he actually bites into the blinds. Gittes doesn't move from his chair. GITTES All right, enough is enough -- you can't eat the Venetian blinds, Curly. I just had 'em installed on Wednesday. Curly responds slowly, rising to his feet, crying. Gittes reaches into his desk and pulls out a shot glass, quickly selects a cheaper bottle of bourbon from several fifths of more expensive whiskeys. 3 Gittes pours a large shot. He shoves the glass across his desk toward Curly. GITTES -- Down the hatch. Curly stares dumbly at it. Then picks it up, and drains it. He sinks back into the chair opposite Gittes, begins to cry quietly. CURLY (drinking, relaxing a little) She's just no good. GITTES What can I tell you, Kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right. CURLY -- Ain't worth thinking about. Gittes leaves the bottle with Curly. GITTES You're absolutely right, I wouldn't give her another thought. CURLY (pouring himself) You know, you're okay, Mr. Gittes. I know it's your job, but you're okay. GITTES (settling back, breathing a little easier) Thanks, Curly. Call me Jake. CURLY Thanks. You know something, Jake? GITTES What's that, Curly? CURLY I think I'll kill her. 4 INT. DUFFY & WALSH'S OFFICE noticeably less plush than Gitte's. A well-groomed, dark-haired WOMAN sits nervously between their two desks, fiddling with the veil on her pillbox hat. WOMAN -- I was hoping Mr. Gittes could see to this personally -- WALSH (almost the manner of someone comforting the bereaved) -- If you'll allow us to complete our preliminary questioning, by then he'll be free. There is the SOUND of ANOTHER MOAN coming from Gittes' Office -- something made of glass shatters. The Woman grows more edgy. 5 INT. GITTES' OFFICE - GITTES & CURLY Gittes and Curly stand in front of the desk, Gittes staring contemptuously at the heavy breathing hulk towering over him. Gittes takes a handkerchief and wipes away the plunk of perspiration on his desk. CURLY (crying) They don't kill a guy for that. GITTES Oh they don't? CURLY Not for your wife. That's the unwritten law. 6 Gittes pounds the photos on the desk, shouting; GITTES I'll tell you the unwritten law, you dumb son of a bitch, you gotta be rich to kill somebody, anybody and get away with it. You think you got that kind of dough, you think you got that kind of class? Curly shrinks back a little. CURLY ... No... GITTES You bet your ass you don't. You can't even pay me off. This seems to upset Curly even more. CURLY I'll pay the rest next trip -- we only caught sixty ton of skipjack around San Benedict. We hit a chubasco, they don't pay you for skipjack the way they do for tuna or albacore -- GITTES (easing him out of his office) Forget it. I only mention it to illustrate a point... 7 INT. OFFICE RECEPTION He's now walking him past SOPHIE who pointedly averts her gaze. He opens the door where on the pebbled glass can be read: J. J. GITTES and Associates - DISCREET INVESTIGATION. GITTES I don't want your last dime. He throws an arm around Curly and flashes a dazzling smile. GITTES (continuing) What kind of guy do you think I am? CURLY Thanks, Mr. Gittes. GITTES Call me Jake. Careful driving home, Curly. He shuts the door on him and the smile disappears. 8 He shakes his head, starting to swear under his breath. SOPHIE -- A Mrs. Mulwray is waiting for you, with Mr. Walsh and Mr. Duffy. Gittes nods, walks on in. 9 INT. DUFFY AND WALSH'S OFFICE Walsh rises when Gittes enters. WALSH Mrs. Mulwray, may I present Mr. Gittes? Gittes walks over to her and again flashes a warm, sympathetic smile. GITTES How do you do, Mrs. Mulwray? MRS. MULWRAY Mr. Gittes... GITTES Now, Mrs. Mulwray, what seems to be the problem? She holds her breath. The revelation isn't easy for her. MRS. MULWRAY My husband, I believe, is seeing another woman. Gittes looks mildly shocked. He turns for confirmation to his two partners. GITTES (gravely) No, really? MRS. MULWRAY I'm afraid so. GITTES I am sorry. 10 Gittes pulls up a chair sitting next to Mrs. Mulwray -- between Duffy and Walsh. Duffy cracks his gum. Gittes gives him an irritated glance. Duffy stops chewing. MRS. MULWRAY Can't we talk about this alone, Mr. Gittes? GITTES I'm afraid not, Mrs. Mulwray. These men are my operatives and at some point they're going to assist me. I can't do everything myself. MRS. MULWRAY Of course not. GITTES Now -- what makes you certain he is involved with someone? Mrs. Mulwray hesitates. She seems uncommonly nervous at the question. MRS. MULWRAY -- a wife can tell. Gittes sighs. GITTES Mrs. Mulwray, do you love your husband? MRS. MULWRAY (shocked) ... Yes of course. GITTES (deliberately) Then go home and forget about it. MRS. MULWRAY -- but... GITTES (staring intently at her) I'm sure he loves you, too. You know the expression, let sleeping dogs lie? You're better off not knowing. MRS. MULWRAY (with some real anxiety) But I have to know. Her intensity is genuine. Gittes looks to his two partners. GITTES All right, what's your husband's first name? MRS. MULWRAY Hollis. Hollis Mulwray. GITTES (visibly surprised) -- Water and Power? Mrs. Mulwray nods, almost shyly. Gittes is now casually but carefully checking out the detailing of Mrs. Mulwray's dress -- her handbag, shoes, etc. MRS. MULWRAY -- he's the Chief Engineer. DUFFY (a little eagerly) -- Chief Engineer? 11 Gittes' glance tells Duffy Gittes wants to do the questioning. Mrs. Mulwray nods. GITTES (confidentially) This type of investigation can be hard on your pocketbook, Mrs. Mulwray. It takes time. MRS. MULWRAY Money doesn't matter to me, Mr. Gittes. Gittes sighs. GITTES Very well. We'll see what we can do. 12 EXT. CITY HALL - MORNING already shimmering with heat. A drunk blows his nose with his fingers into the fountain at the foot of the steps. Gittes, impeccably dressed, passes the drunk on the way up the stairs. 13 INT. COUNCIL CHAMBERS Former Mayor SAM BAGBY is speaking. Behind him is a huge map, with overleafs and bold lettering: "PROPOSED ALTO VALLEJO DAM AND RESERVOIR" Some of the councilmen are reading funny papers and gossip columns while Bagby is speaking. BAGBY -- Gentlemen, today you can walk out that door, turn right, hop on a streetcar and in twenty-five minutes end up smack in the Pacific Ocean. Now you can swim in it, you can fish in it, you can sail in it - but you can't drink it, you can't water your lawns with it, you can't irrigate an orange grove with it. Remember -- we live next door to the ocean but we also live on the edge of the desert. Los Angeles is a desert community. Beneath this building, beneath every street there's a desert. Without water the dust will rise up and cover us as though we'd never existed! (pausing, letting the implication sink in) 14 CLOSE - GITTES sitting next to some grubby farmers, bored. He yawns -- edges away from one of the dirtier farmers. BAGBY(O.S.) (continuing) The Alto Vallejo can save us from that, and I respectfully suggest that eight and a half million dollars is a fair price to pay to keep the desert from our streets -- and not on top of them. 15 AUDIENCE - COUNCIL CHAMBERS An amalgam of farmers, businessmen, and city employees have been listening with keen interest. A couple of the farmers applaud. Somebody shooshes them. 16 COUNCIL COMMITTEE in a whispered conference. COUNCILMAN (acknowledging Bagby) -- Mayor Bagby... let's hear from the departments again -- I suppose we better take Water and Power first. Mr. Mulwray. 17 REACTION - GITTES looking up with interest from his racing form. 18 MULWRAY walks to the huge map with overleafs. He is a slender man in his sixties, who wears glasses and moves with surprising fluidity. He turns to a smaller, younger man, and nods. The man turns the overleaf on the map. MULWRAY In case you've forgotten, gentlemen, over five hundred lives were lost when the Van der Lip Dam gave way -- core samples have shown that beneath this bedrock is shale similar to the permeable shale in the Van der Lip disaster. It couldn't withstand that kind of pressure there. (referring to a new overleaf) Now you propose yet another dirt banked terminus dam with slopes of two and one half to one, one hundred twelve feet high and a twelve thousand acre water surface. Well, it won't hold. I won't build it. It's that simple -- I am not making that kind of mistake twice. Thank you, gentlemen. Mulwray leaves the overleaf board and sits down. Suddenly there are some whoops and hollers from the rear of the chambers and a red-faced FARMER drives in several scrawny, bleating sheep. Naturally, they cause a commotion. COUNCIL PRESIDENT (shouting to farmer) What in the hell do you think you're doing? (as the sheep bleat down the aisles toward the Council) Get those goddam things out of here! FARMER (right back) Tell me where to take them! You don't have an answer for that so quick, do you? 19 Bailiffs and sergeants-at-arms respond to the imprecations of the Council and attempt to capture the sheep and the farmers, having to restrain one who looks like he's going to bodily attack Mulwray. FARMER (through above, to Mulwray) -- You steal the water from the valley, ruin the grazing, starve my livestock -- who's paying you to do that, .Mr. Mulwray, that's what I want to know! 20 OMITTED & 21 OMITTED 22 L.A. RIVERBED - LONG SHOT It's virtually empty. Sun blazes off it's ugly concrete banks. Where the banks are earthen, they are parched and choked with weeds. After a moment, Mulwray's car pulls INTO VIEW on a flood control road about fifteen feet above the riverbed. Mulwray gets out of the car. Me looks around. 23 WITH GITTES holding a pair of binoculars, downstream and just above the flood control road -- using some dried mustard weeds for cover. he watches while Mulwray makes his way down to the center of the riverbed. There Mulwray stops, tuns slowly, appears to be looking at the bottom of the riverbed, or -- at nothing at all. 24 GITTES trains the binoculars on him. Sun glints off Mulwray's glasses. 25 BELOW GITTES There's the SOUND of something like champagne corks popping. Then a small Mexican boy atop a swayback horse rides it into the riverbed, and into Gitte's view. 26 MULWRAY himself stops, stands still when he hears the sound. Power lines and the sun are overhead, the trickle of brackish water at his feet. He moves swiftly downstream in the direction of the sound, toward Gittes. 27 GITTES moves a little further back as Mulwray rounds the bend in the river and comes face to face with the Mexican boy on the muddy banks. Mulwray says something to the boy. The boy doesn't answer at first. Mulwray points to the ground. The boy gestures. Mulwray frowns. He kneels down in the mud and stares at it. He seems to be concentrating on it. 28 After a moment, he rises, thanks the boy and heads swiftly back upstream -- scrambling up the bank to his car. There he reaches through the window and pulls out a roll of blueprints or something like them - he spreads them on the hood of his car and begins to scribble some notes, looking downstream from time to time. The power lines overhead HUM. He stops, listens to them -- then rolls up the plans and gets back in the car. He drives off. 29 GITTES Hurries to get back to his car. He gets in and gets right back out. The steamy leather burns him. He takes a towel from the back seat and carefully places it on the front one. He gets in and takes off. 30 OMITTED 31 POINT FERMIN PARK - DUSK Street lights go on. 32 MULWRAY pulls up, parks. Hurries out of the car, across the park lawn and into the shade of some trees and buildings. 33 GITTES pulls up, moves across the park at a different angle, but in the direction Mulwray had gone. He makes it through the trees in time to see Mulwray scramble adroitly down the side of the cliff to the beach below. Be seems in a hurry. Gittes moves after him - having a little more difficulty negotiating the climb than Mulwray did. 34 DOWN ON THE BEACH Gittes looks to his right - where the bay is a long, clear crescent. He looks to his left - there's a promontory of sorts. It's apparent Mulwray has gone that way. Gittes hesitates, then moves in that direction -- but climbs along the promontory in order to be above Mulwray. 35 AT THE OUTFALL Gittes spots Mulwray just below him, kicking at the sand. Mulwray picks up a starfish. Brushes the sand off it. Looks absently up toward Gittes. 36 GITTES backs away, sits near the outfall, yawns. 37 BEACON LIGHT AT POINT FERMIN flashing in the dust. 38 CLOSE - GITTES sitting, suddenly starts. He swears softly -- he's in a puddle of water and the seat of his trousers is wet. 39 MULWRAY below him in watching the water trickling down from the outfall near Gittes. Mulwray stands and stares at the water, apparently fascinated. Even as Gittes watches Mulwray watching, the volume and velocity seem to increase until it gushes in spurts, cascading into the sea, whipping it into a foam. 40 AT THE STREET - GITTES' CAR There's a slip of paper stuck under the windshield wiper. Gittes pulls it off, gets in the car and turns on the dash light. It says: "SAVE OUR CITY! LOS ANGELES IS DYING OF THIRST! PROTECT YOUR PROPERTY! LOS ANGELES IS YOUR INVESTMENT IN THE FUTURE!!! VOTE YES NOVEMBER 6......CITIZENS COMMITTEE TO SAVE OUR CITY, HON. SAM BAGBY, FORMER MAYOR - CHAIRMAN." Gittes grumbles, crumples it up and tosses it out the window. He notices other flyers parked on a couple of cars down the street. Gittes reaches down and opens his glove compartment. 41 INT. GLOVE COMPARTMENT consists of a small mountain of Ingersoll pocket watches. The cheap price tags are still on them. Gittes pulls out one. He absently winds it, checks the time with his own watch. It's 9:37 as he walks to .Mulwray's car and places it behind the front wheel of Mulwray's car. He yawns again and heads back to his own car. 42 GITTES arrives whistling, opens the door with "J.J. GITTES AND ASSOCIATES - DISCREET INVESTIGATION" on it. GITTES Morning, Sophie. Sophie hands him a small pile of messages. He goes through them. GITTES Walsh here? SOPHIE He's in the dark room. 43 Gittes walks through his office to Duffy and Walsh's. A little red light is on in the corner, over a closed door. Gittes walks over and knocks on the door. GITTES Where'd he go yesterday? WALSH'S VOICE Three reservoirs -- Men's room of a Richfield gas station on Flower, and the Pig 'n Whistle. GITTES Jesus Christ, this guy's really got water on the brain. WALSH'S VOICE What'd you expect? That's his job. GITTES Listen, we can't string this broad out indefinitely -- we got to come up with something. WALSH'S VOICE I think I got something. GITTES Oh yeah? You pick up the watch? 44 INT. DUFFY & WALSH'S OFFICE - GITTES WALSH'S VOICE It's on your desk. Say, you hear the one about the guy who goes to the North Pole with Admiral Byrd looking for penguins? Gittes walks to his office. 45 ON HIS DESK is the Ingersoll watch, the crystal broken -- the hands stopped at 2:47. GITTES He was there all night. Gittes drops it, sits down. Walsh comes in carrying a series of wet photos stuck with clothes pins onto a small blackboard. GITTES (continuing; eagerly) So what you got? Walsh shows him the photos. He looks at them. They are a series outside a restaurant showing Mulwray with another man whose appearance is striking. In two of the photos a gnarled cane is visible. GITTES (continuing; obviously annoyed) This? WALSH They got into a terrific argument outside the Pig 'n Whistle. GITTES What about? WALSH I don't know -- the traffic was pretty loud. I only heard one thing -- apple core. GITTES Apple core? WALSH (shrugs) Yeah. 46 INT. GITTES' OFFICE Gittes tosses down the photos in disgust. GITTES Jesus Christ, Walsh -- that's what you spent your day doing? WALSH Look, you tell me to take pictures, I take pictures. GITTES Let me explain something to you, Walsh -- this business requires a certain finesse -- The PHONE has been RINGING. Sophie buzzes him. GITTES Yeah, Sophie? (he picks up the phone) Duffy, where are you? Duffy's VOICE can be HEARD, excitedly -- "I got it. I got it. He's found himself some cute little twist - in a rowboat, in Echo Park." GITTES (continuing) Okay, slow down -- Echo Park -- (to Walsh) Jesus, water again. 47 WESTLAKE PARK (McARTHUR PARK) Duffy is rowing, Gittes seated in the stern. They pass Mulwray and a slender blonde girl in a summer print dress, drifting in their rowboat, Mulwray fondly doting on the girl. GITTES (to Duffy, as they pass) Let's have a big smile, pal. He shoots past Duffy, expertly running off a couple of fast shots. Mulwray and the girl seem blissfully unaware of them. 48 DUFFY turns again and they row past Mulwray and the girl, Gittes again clicking off several fast shots. 49 CLOSE SHOT - SIGN: "EL MACANDO APARTMENTS" MOVE ALONG the red tiled roof and down to a lower level of the roof where Gittes' feet are hooked over the apex of the roof and Gittes himself is stretched face downward on the tiles, pointing himself and his camera to a veranda below him where the girl and Mulwray are eating. Gittes is clicking off more shots when the tiles his feet are hooked over come loose. Gittes begins a slow slide down the tile to the edge of the roof -- and possibly over it to a three-story drop. He tries to slow himself down. The loose tile also begins to slide. Gittes stops himself at the roof's edge by the storm drain and begins a very precarious turn - this time hooking his feet in the drain itself. The loose tile falls and hits the veranda below. He stops as it's about to slide over the edge. He carefully lays it in the drain. But a fragment off the cracked edge of the tile falls. 50 WITH MULWRAY AND THE GIRL Mulwray staring at the fragment at his feet. He looks to the girl. He's clearly concerned. He rises, looks up to the roof. 51 FROM HIS POV The roof and the sign topping it betray nothing. He slowly sits back down, staring at the tile fragment. 52 CLOSE SHOT - NEWSPAPER DEPARTMENT OF WATER AND POWER BLOWS FUSE OVER CHIEF'S USE OF FUNDS FOR EL MACANDO LOVE NEST. In the style of the Hearst yellow press, there is a heart-shaped drawing around one of the photos that Gittes had taken. Next to it is a smaller column, "J.J. Gittes hired by suspicious spouse." 53 INT. BARBERSHOP - GITTES holds the paper and reads while getting his haircut and his shoes shined. In fact, almost all the customers are reading papers. BARNEY (to Gittes) -- when you get so much publicity, after a while you must get blasé about it. A self-satisfied smile comes to Gittes' face. BARNEY (continuing) Face it. You're practically a movie star. In b.g., customers can be 0VERHEARD talking about the drought. Interspersed with above, someone is saying, "They're gonna start rationing water unless it rains." Someone else says, "Only for washing your cars." Third says, "You're not going to be able to water your lawn either, or take a bath more than once a week." First says, "If you don't have a lawn or a car, do you get an extra bath?" 54 Gittes has been staring outside the barbershop. A car is stalled. The hood is up. A man watches his radiator boiling over. GITTES (laughing) Look at that. BARNEY Heat's murder. OTHER CUSTOMER (end of conversation) Fools names and fools faces... 55 Gittes has heard the word. He straightens up. GITTES (smiling; to Other Customer) What's that, pal? OTHER CUSTOMER (indicating paper) Nothing -- you got a hell of a way to make a living. GITTES -- Oh? What do. you do to make ends meet? OTHER CUSTOMER Mortgage Department, First National Bank. Gittes laughs. GITTES Tell me, how many people a week do you foreclose on? OTHER CUSTOMER We don't publish a record in the paper, I can tell you that. GITTES Neither do I. OTHER CUSTOMER No, you have a press agent do it. Gittes gets out of the chair. Barney, a little concerned, tries to restrain him, holding onto the barber sheet around Gittes' neck. GITTES Barney, who is this bimbo? He a regular customer? BARNEY Take it easy, Jake. GITTES Look, pal -- I make an honest living. People don't come to me unless they're miserable and I help 'em out of a bad situation. I don't kick them out of their homes like you jerks who work in the bank. BARNEY Jake, for Christ's sake. 56 Gittes is trying to take off his sheet. GITTES C'mon, get out of the barber chair. We'll go outside and talk this over -- The Customer is shrinking back into the chair. BARNEY Hey, c'mon, Jake. Sit down. Sit down -- you hear about the fella goes to his friend and says, 'What'll I do, I'm tired of screwing my-wife?' and his friend says, 'Whyn't you do what the Chinese do?' Gittes allows himself to be tugged back to his chair. GITTES I don't know how that got in the paper as a matter of fact - it surprised me it was so quick. I make an honest living. BARNEY 'Course you do, Jake. GITTES An honest living. BARNEY (continuing) So anyway, he says, 'whyn't you do what the Chinese do?' 57 INT. GITTES' OFFICE Gittes comes bursting in, slapping a newspapers on his thigh. GITTES Duffy, Walsh -- Walsh comes out of his office, Duffy out of the other one. GITTES (continuing) Sophie -- go to the little girl's room for a minute. SOPHIE But, Mr. Gittes -- GITTES (insisting) Sophie. SOPHIE Yes, Mr. Gittes. She gets up and leaves. GITTES -- so there's this fella who's tired of screwing his wife -- DUFFY Jake, listen - GITTES Shut up, Duffy, you're always in a hurry - and his friend says why not do what-the Chinese do? So he says what do they do? His friend says the Chinese they screw for a while -- just listen a second, Duffy -- A stunning YOUNG WOMAN appears behind Gittes in his doorway. She's shortly joined by a small, GRAY-HAIRED MAN. They listen, unseen by Gittes. GITTES (continuing) -- and then they stop and they read a little Confucius and they screw some more and they stop and they smoke some opium and then they go back and screw some more and they stop again and they contemplate the moon or something and it makes it more exciting. So this other guy goes home to screw his wife and after a while he stops and gets up and goes into the other room only he reads Life Magazine and he goes back and he screws some more and suddenly says excuse me a second and he gets up and smokes a cigarette and he goes back and by this time his wife is getting sore as hell. So he screws some more and then he gets up to look at the moon and his wife says, 'What the hell do you think you're doing? (Gittes breaks up) ... you're screwing like a Chinaman.' 58 Gittes hangs onto Sophie's desk laughing his ass off. The little Gray-Haired Man winces. When Gittes looks up he sees the Young Woman, apparently in her late twenties. She's so stunning that Gittes nearly gasps. YOUNG WOMAN Mr. Gittes? GITTES Yes? YOUNG WOMAN Do you know me? GITTES -- well -- I think I -- I would've remembered. YOUNG WOMAN Have we ever met? GITTES Well, no. YOUNG WOMAN Never? GITTES Never. YOUNG WOMAN That's what I thought. You see, I'm Mrs. Evelyn Mulwray -- you know, Mr. Mulwray's wife. 59 Gittes is staggered. He glances down at the newspaper. GITTES Not that Mulwray? EVELYN Yes, that Mulwray, Mr. Gittes. And since you agree with me we've never met, you must also agree that I haven't hired you to do anything - certainly not spy on my husband. I see you like publicity, Mr. Gittes. Well, you're going to get it - GITTES Now wait a minute, Mrs. Mulwray... She's walked past him toward the door. He stop her. GITTES (continuing) -- there's some misunderstanding here. It's not going to do any good to get tough with me -- Evelyn flashes a cold smile. EVELYN I don't get tough with anybody, Mr. Gittes. My lawyer does. Evelyn starts out the door and Gittes starts after her. This time he's stopped by the Gray-Haired Man who has also come out of his office and up behind him. GRAY-HAIRED MAN Here's something for you, Mr. Gittes -- Gittes turns to be handed a thick sheaf of papers, a summons and complaint. Evelyn walks out the door. GRAY-HAIRED MAN (continuing; pleasantly) I suppose we'll be hearing from your attorney. Gittes stares down at the papers in his hand. 60 INT. GITTES' INNER OFFICE - GITTES, DUFFY & WALSH On Gittes' desk. there are empty coffee cups, the summons and complaint -- and the newspaper Gittes had brought with him from the barber shop. The three men are sitting, worn and silent. Walsh chewing gum is the loudest noise in the room. Gittes looks to Walsh with obvious irritation. Walsh stops chewing. Duffy puts out a cigarette in the dregs of one of the coffee cups. GITTES (to Duffy) There's seven ashtrays in this room, Duffy. DUFFY Okay. GITTES That's a filthy habit. DUFFY I said okay,. Jake. GITTES Yeah, yeah -- if she'd come in here saying she was Shirley Temple you'd say okay to that, too. WALSH Look, Jake -- she gave us Mulwray's real phone number and address -- GITTES All she needed for that was the phone book! WALSH No, no -- she said not to call, her husband might answer. GITTES -- when I find out who that phony bitch was -- Gittes is staring down at the newspaper. He suddenly grabs the phone, begins dialing. A tight little smile breaks out on his face. He buzzes Sophie. GITTES Sophie. SOPHIE Yes, Mr. Gittes. GITTES Get me the Times -- Whitey Mehrholtz -- (as he waits) And how about that snotty broad? (the phone to his ear) What does she think, she's perfect? Coming in waving her lawyers and her money at me -- so goddam smug. She's no better than anybody else in this town -- Sophie BUZZES. GITTES (continuing) Whitey, what's new, pal?... Yeah, listen, where did you get those photographs... Yeah, blowing a fuse over the El Macando love nest -- that's cute, Whitey... so who sent them to you... I sent them? (Gittes laughs a little hysterically) Why would I be asking how you got them if I sent them?... Whitey?... Whitey?... C'mon, level with me for once, my tit's in the wringer and it's beginning to hurt... yeah... yeah -- yeah. He hangs up. WALSH So he says you sent them? GITTES (after a moment) -- they're all a bunch of phonies. 61 OMITTED 62 INT. DEPARTMENT WATER & POWER - HALL Gittes stops outside a door marked: HOLLIS J. MULWRAY CHIEF ENGINEER 63 He enters an outer office. The SECRETARY looks surprised. GITTES Mr. Mulwray, please. SECRETARY He's not in, Mr. - GITTES Gittes. SECRETARY May I ask what this is regarding? GITTES It's personal. Has he been out long? SECRETARY Since lunch. GITTES Gee whiz -- (he glances at his watch) -- and I'm late. SECRETARY He was expecting you? GITTES Fifteen minutes ago. Why don't I go in and wait? Without waiting for a response, he does. The Secretary half rises in protest but Gittes is through the inner door. 64 MULWRAY'S INNER OFFICE The walls are covered with commendation, photos of Mulwray at various construction sites, large maps of watershed areas and reservoirs in the city. On the desk is a framed, tinted photo of Evelyn in riding clothes. Gittes moves to the desk, watching the translucent pane in the upper half of the door leading to the outer office as he does. He begins to open and close. the desk drawers after quickly examining the top. He tries one of the drawers and it doesn't open. He reopens the top drawer, and the bottom one opens. He looks in it, pulls out a checkbook. He opens it -- riffles through the stubs like he was shuffling cards. Drops it -- finds a set of keys, an old phone book, and a menu from a Water Department lunch at the Biltmore Hotel in 1913. Then, Gittes hauls out the blueprints that Mulwray had laid across the hood of his car -- they read in bold type: WATERSHED AND DRAINAGE SYSTEM FOR THE LOS ANGELES BASIN. He flips through them -- reads one notation in Mulwray's neat hand: "Tues. night. Oak Pass Res. - 7 channels used." Gittes spots a shadow looming in front of the translucent pane. He quickly tosses item after item back, kneeing the drawer -- nearly knocking a spare pair of Mulwray's glasses off the desk top when he does. He catches them, puts them on the desk and is pacing the room as the door opens. 65 RUSS YELBURTON enters the room. An anxious Secretary is right behind him. YELBURTON Can I help you? (extending his hand) Russ Yelburton, Deputy Chief in the Department. GITTES (equally pleasant) J.J. Gittes -- and it's not a departmental matter. YELBURTON I wonder if you'd care to wait in my office? This is more a request than an invitation. Gittes nods, follows Yelburton out, through the outer office to his offices down the hall. YELBURTON (continuing; as they're going) You see -- this whole business in the paper with Mr. Mulwray has us all on edge -- 66 INT. YELBURTON OFFICE Smaller than Mulwray's, he has most noticeably a lacquered marlin mounted on the wall. There are a couple of other pictures of Yelburton with yellowtail and other fish he's standing beside. There's also a small burgee of a fish with the initials A.C. below it, tacked onto the wall. YELBURTON After all, you work with a man for a certain length of time, you come to know him, his habits, his values, and so forth -- well either he's the kind who chases after women or he isn't. GITTES And Mulwray isn't? YELBURTON He never even kids about it. GITTES Maybe he takes it very seriously. 67 Gittes winks. Yelburton chuckles appreciatively, loosening up a little. GITTES You don't happen to know where Mr. Mulwray's having lunch? YELBURTON I'm sorry, I -- GITTES Well, tell him I'll be back. Gittes spots a card tray on Yelburton's desk. GITTES (continuing) -- Mind if I take one of your cards? In case I want to get in touch with you again. YELBURTON Help yourself. 68 Gittes fishes a couple off the tray, puts them in his handkerchief pocket. He goes out the door, nearly running into a man who is standing by the Secretary's desk - about GITTES' age only a head taller and a foot wider, dressed in a plain suit that fits him about as well as a brown paper bag. GITTES Mulvihlll, what are you doing here? 69 OUTER OFFICE - YELBURTON, MULVIHILL AND GITTES MULVIHILL stares at Gittes with unblinking eyes, remains by the desk. MULVIHILL They shut my water off, what's it to you? GITTES How'd you find out? You don't drink it, you don't take a bath in it, maybe they sent you a letter. Ah, but then you'd have to be able to read. Mulvihill moves toward Gittes, shaking with fury. Yelburton steps between them. GITTES (continuing) Relax, Mulvihill, glad to see you. (to Yelburton) Do you know Claude Mulvihill here? YELBURTON Hope so. He's working for us. 70 OMMITTED 71 GITTES turns off onto a winding road. It goes up into the foothills. Gittes swerves, missing a dog stretched out lazily in the road. Gittes honks and yells indignantly at the sleepy animal. 72 Gittes stops on a curve. Above a steep bank and partially hidden is the Mulwray home -- designed and constructed with shade and curves that are dramatic. When he turns off the ignition, the distant SOUND of the SURF can be HEARD. Gittes heads up to the entrance. 73 EXT. MULWRAY HOUSE - GITTES rings the bell. He waits. A powerful CHINESE BUTLER with heavy hair and a half- jacket of gold on one front tooth, answers the door. GITTES J.J. Gittes to see Mr. Mulwray. He hands the Chinese Butler a card from his wallet. The Butler takes it and disappears, leaving Gittes standing in the doorway. Gittes stands, and sweats, watching a Japanese GARDENER trim a hedge. There's a SQUEAKING SOUND. Gittes moves a few feet off the porch. 74 POV - GARAGE A chauffeur is washing down a cream-colored Packard with a chamois. Steam rises off the hood. The squeaking has obviously come from the chamois. 75 CHINESE BUTLER in doorway. CHINESE BUTLER Please. Gittes looks behind him. The Chinese Butler is gesturing for him to follow. 76 THROUGH THE HOUSE - GITTES follows him, trying to check out the rooms as he goes. A maid is cleaning in the den. They pass through it out some French doors along a trellised walkway to a large pond with running water. CHINESE BUTLER You wait, please. 77 Gittes is left standing by the pond. It's suddenly very quiet except for the runnning water. The pond is over- flowing. After a moment, the Gardener comes running back. He smiles at Gittes, probes into the pond. There's something gleaming in the bottom of it. Gittes notes it. After a moment, the Gardener drops the long probe -- the waters recede. 78 EXT. POND - GITTES AND JAPANESE GARDENER - DAY GARDENER (to Gittes) Bad for glass. GITTES (not understanding) Yeah sure. Bad for glass. The Gardener nods, and is off, leaving Gittes staring at the object in the bottom of the pond that is gleaming. He looks at the tool the Gardener was using, hesitates, picks .it up and starts to probe into the pond himself, toward the gleaming object. He then spots Evelyn rounding a turn, coming down the trellised pathway. He casually belts the probe, holds onto it for poise. Evelyn is wearing jeans that are lathered white on the inside of the thighs and laced with brown horsehair. She's wearing riding boots, is perspiring a little, but looks younger than she did in the office. EVELYN Yes, Mr. Gittes? Gittes is a little taken aback at seeing Evelyn. He is annoyed as well. Nevertheless, he is elaborately polite. GITTES Actually, I'm here to see your husband, Mrs. Mulwray. He laughs. a little nervously. He waits for a reply. There is none. The Chinese Butler appears on the veranda. EVELYN Would you like something to drink? GITTES What are you having? EVELYN Iced tea. GITTES Yeah -- fine, thank you. Chinese Butler nods, disappears 79 EXT. POND AND GARDEN - MULWRAY HOUSE - DAY Evelyn sits at a glass-topped table. Gittes Joins her. EVELYN My husband's at the office. GITTES Actually he's not. And he's moved from his apartment at the El Macando. EVELYN (sharply) That's not his apartment. GITTES Anyway I -- the point is, Mrs. Mulwray, I'm not in business to be loved, but I am in business, and believe me, whoever set up your husband, set me up. L.A.'s a small town, people talk -- He waits for a response. Then: GITTES (continuing; uneasily) I'm just trying to make a living, and I don't want to become a local Joke - EVELYN Mr. Gittes, you've talked me into it. I'll drop the lawsuit. GITTES What ? EVELYN I said I'll drop it. The iced tea comes on a tray which Ramon sets down between them. EVELYN (continuing; pleasantly) -- so let's just -- drop the whole thing. Sugar? Lemon -- GITTES Mrs. Mulwray? EVELYN (as she's mixing one of the drinks) -- Yes, Mr. Gittes? GITTES I don't want to drop it. 80 Evelyn looks up. Gittes smiles a little sheepishly. GITTES I should talk this over with your husband. EVELYN (a little concerned) Why?... What on earth for? Look, Hollis seems to think you're an innocent man. GITTES Well, I've been accused of many things, Mrs. Mulwray, but never that. Again he laughs a little nervously. Again no reaction. GITTES (continuing) You see, somebody went to a lot of trouble here, and I want to find out, lawsuit or no lawsuit. I'm not the one who's supposed to be caught with my pants down... so I'd like to see your husband -- unless that's a problem. EVELYN (with a slight edge) What do you mean? GITTES May I speak frankly, Mrs. Mulwray? EVELYN You may if you can, Mr. Gittes. GITTES (determined to be polite) -- Well, that little girlfriend, she was attractive -- in a cheap sort of way of course -- she's disappeared. Maybe they disappeared together somewhere. EVELYN (with rising anger) Suppose they did. How does it concern you? GITTES -- Nothing personal, Mrs. Mulwray, I just -- EVELYN It's very personal. It couldn't be more personal. Is this a business or an obsession with you? GITTES Look at it this way -- Now this phony broad, excuse the language, says she's you, she's hired me. Whoever put her up to it, didn't have anything against me. They were out to get your husband. Now if I see him, I can help him did you talk this morning? 81 Evelyn brushes lightly at the horsehair on her Jeans. EVELYN -- No. I went riding rather early -- GITTES -- Looks Like you went quite a distance -- EVELYN No, Just riding bareback, that's all. Anyway, you might try the Oak Pass or Stone Canyon Reservoirs -- sometimes at lunch Hollis takes walks around them -- otherwise he'll be home by 6:30. GITTES I'll stop by. EVELYN Please call first. Gittes nods. 82 EXT. OAK PASS RESERVOIR - DAY Gittes drives up a winding road, following a flood channel up into the parched hills. 83 TWO FIRE TRUCKS one a rescue truck, are at the entrance to the reservoir. The chain link fence with its KEEP OUT sign is open and there are people milling around. The reservoir is below. Gittes' car is stopped by a couple of UNIFORMED POLICE. GUARD Sorry, this is closed to the public, sir. Gittes hesitates only a moment, then: GITTES (to the Guard) It's all right -- Russ Yelburton, Deputy Chief in the Department. He fishes out one of Yelburton's cards from his handkerchief pocket -- hands it to the Guard. GUARD Sorry, Mr. Yelburton. Go on down. 84 Gittes drives past the Guards, through the gate, along the reservoir. He spots a police car and an unmarked one as well. Gittes stops and gets out of the car. Several men with their backs turned, one talking quietly, staring down into the reservoir where other men in small skiffs are apparently dredging for something. One of the men turns and sees Gittes. He recognizes Gittes and is visibly shocked. LOACH Gittes -- for Chrissakes -- GITTES Loach -- LOACH (moving to Gittes, taking him by the arm) -- C'mon, get out of here before -- 85 EXT. RESERVOIR - DAY Loach tries to ease him down the path. GITTES Before what? What the hell's going on? At the sound of his raised voice, a man standing at the edge of the channel, talking to two boys in swimming trunks, turns around. He's a tall, sleek Mexican in his early thirties, LUIS ESC0BAR. Both Gittes and Escobar register considerable surprise at seeing one another. The men around them are extremely uneasy. Loach is actually sweating. Finally, Escobar smiles. ESCOBAR Hello, Jake. GITTES (without smiling) How are you, Lou? ESCOBAR -- I have a cold I can't seem to shake but other than that, I'm fine. GITTES Summer colds are the worst. ESCOBAR Yeah, they are. Gittes reaches into his pocket, pulls out his cigarette case. A FIREMAN No smoking, sir -- it's a fire hazard this time of year -- ESCOBAR I think we can make an exception -- I'll see he's careful with the matches. GITTES (lighting up) Thanks, Lou. ESCOBAR How'd you get past the guards? GITTES Well, to tell you the truth, I lied a little. 86 Escobar nods. They walk a couple of steps -- the other police -- two plainclothesmen and a uniformed officer watch them. ESCOBAR You've done well by yourself. GITTES I get by. ESCOBAR Well, sometimes it takes a while for a man to find himself and I guess you have. LOACH Poking around in other people's dirty linen. GITTES Yeah. Tell me. You still throw Chinamen into jail for spitting on the laundry? ESCOBAR You're behind the times, Jake -- they've got steam irons now -- (smiles) And I'm out of Chinatown. GITTES Since when? ESCOBAR Since I made Lieutenant -- It's apparent Gittes is impressed despite himself. GITTES Congratulations. ESCOBAR Uh-huh -- so what are you doing here? GITTES Looking for someone. ESCOBAR Who? GITTES Hollis Mulwray. You seen him? ESCOBAR Oh yes. GITTES I'd like to talk to him. ESCOBAR You're welcome to try. There he is. 87 Escobar points down to the reservoir -- a couple of men using poles with hooks are fishing about in the water. It can be SEEN that one of them has hooked something. He shouts. The other man hooks it, too. They pull, revealing the soaking back of a man's coat -- they start to pull the body into the skiff. 88 INT. CORONER'S OFFICE - EVELYN AND ESCOBAR are standing over the body of Mulwray. Escobar has the sheet drawn back. Evelyn nods. Escobar drops the sheet. Escobar and Evelyn move a few feet to one side and whisper, almost as though they were trying to keep the corpse from hearing them. ESCOBAR -- It looks like he was washed the entire length of the runoff channel -- could he swim? EVELYN Of course. ESCOBAR -- Obviously the fall must have knocked him out -- Evelyn nods slightly Escobar coughs. A coroner's assistant wheels the body out of the office. ESCOBAR (continuing) -- This alleged affair he was having -- the publicity didn't make him morose or unhappy? 89 OUTSIDE THE CORONER'S Gittes has been sitting on a wooden bench, smoking and listening. At this question, he rises and looks through the doorway. 9O Escobar sees him, ignores him. Evelyn doesn't see him. EVELYN ... Well, it didn't make him happy... ESCOBAR But there is no possibility he would have taken his own life? EVELYN (sharply) No. ESCOBAR (a little uncomfortably now) Mrs. Mulwray, do you happen to know the name of the young woman in question? Evelyn shows a flash of annoyance. EVELYN No. ESCOBAR Do you know where she might be? EVELYN Certainly not! Escobar and Evelyn move slowly toward the door. ESCOBAR You and your husband never discussed her? EVELYN. (stopping, faltering) He... we did... he wouldn't tell me her name. We quarreled over her... of course -- it came as a complete surprise to me -- ESCOBAR A complete surprise? EVELYN -- Yes. ESCOBAR But I thought you'd hired a private investigator -- EVELYN A private investigator? ESCOBAR (gesturing vaguely toward the door) Mr. Gittes. EVELYN Well yes -- 91 Evelyn looks up to see Gittes standing in the doorway only a foot or two from her. She stops cold. They look at one another for a long moment. EVELYN (her eyes on Gittes) But I... I... did that because I thought it was a nasty rumor I'd put an end to... She finishes, looks plaintively at Gittes. Escobar is right at her back. Gittes says nothing. ESCOBAR -- And when did Mr. Gittes inform you that these rumors had some foundation in fact? Evelyn looks at Escobar but doesn't know how to answer him. GITTES (smoothly) -- Just before the story broke in the papers, Lou. 92 Escobar nods. They begin to walk slowly, again have to move out of the way as some other corpse is being wheeled out of one of the Coroner cubicles. ESCOBAR -- You wouldn't happen to know the present whereabouts of the young woman. GITTES -- No. ESCOBAR Or her name? GITTES -- No. They have walked a few steps further down the hall. EVELYN Will you need me for anything else, Lieutenant? ESCOBAR I don't think so, Mrs. Mulwray. Of course you have my deepest sympathy -- and -- if we need anymore information, we'll be in touch. GITTES I'll walk her to her car, be right back. 93 ESCOBAR'S POV Evelyn glances at Gittes. They go through a couple of outer doors and pass several reporters who have been in the outer hall, laughing, kidding, the tag end of lines like "only in L.A." and "Southern Cafeteria." Gittes hurries her past the reporters who flank them, asking questions. Gittes brushes them aside. 94 EVELYN AND GITTES - AT HER CAR in a small parking lot. Evelyn fumbles in her bag, looking feverishly for some- thing in her purse. GITTES Mrs. Mulwray?... Mrs. Mulwray. EVELYN (flushed, perspiring) ... Just a minute... GITTES (touching her gently) -- You left your keys in the ignition. EVELYN Oh... thank you. She glances down, leans against the side of the car. EVELYN (continuing) Thank you for going along with me. I just didn't want to explain anything... I'll send you a check. GITTES (puzzled) A check? Evelyn gets in her car. EVELYN To make it official, I hired you. She drives off, leaving Gittes gaping. 95 INT. CORONER'S OFFICE HALLWAY GITTES Don't give me that, Lou. You hauled me down here for a statement. Escobar shrugs. ESCOBAR I don't want it anymore. GITTES No? ESCOBAR No -- it was an accident. GITTES You mean that's what you're going to call it. Escobar looks up. ESCOBAR That's right. (contemptuously) Out of respect for his civic position. Resume walking. Gittes laughs. GITTES What'd he do, Lou, make a pass at your sister? Escobar stops. ESCOBAR No -- he drowned a cousin of mine with about five hundred other people. But -- they weren't very important, Just a bunch of dumb Mexicans living by a dam. Now beat it, Gittes, you don't come out of this smelling like a rose, you know. GITTES Oh yeah? Can you think of something to charge me with? ESCOBAR When I do, you'll hear about it. Gittes nods, turns, and walks down the hall. 96 OUTSIDE MORGUE Gittes stops by a body on the table, the toe tagged with Mulwray's name. MORTY is standing near it in a doorway to an adjoining room. A RADIO is on, and with it the announcement that they're about to hear another chapter in the life of Lorenzo Jones and his devoted wife, Belle. Another Coroner's assistant sits at the table, listening to the radio and eating a sandwich. 97 Gittes ambles into the room. MORTY (a cigarette dangling out of his mouth) Jake, what're you doin' here? GITTES Nothin', Morty, it's my lunch hour, I thought I'd drop by and see who died lately. Gittes picks up the sheet and pulls it back. CAMERA GETS ITS FIRST GLIMPSE of Mulwray's body -- eyes open, the face badly cut and bruised. MORTY Yeah? Ain't that something? Middle of a drought, the water commissioner drowns -- only in L.A. GITTES (looking at. Mulwray) -- Yeah -- banged up pretty bad -- MORTY -- That's a long fall. GITTES -- So how are you, Morty? Morty is wheeling in another body with the help of an assistant. MORTY -- Never better. You know me, Jake. As he begins to move the body into the refrigerator, he breaks into a wrenching spasm of coughing. Gittes spots the other body, lowers the. sheet on Mulwray. GITTES (picking up on cough) -- Yeah -- so who you got there? Morty pulls back the sheet. MORTY Leroy Shuhardt, local drunk -- used to hang around Ferguson's Alley -- Morty brushes some sand from the man's face, laughs. MORTY (continuing) -- Quite a character. Lately he'd been living in one of the downtown storm drains -- had a bureau dresser down there and everything. 98 Gittes has already lost interest. He starts away. GITTES -- Yeah. MORTY Drowned, too. This stops Gittes. GITTES Come again? MORTY Yeah, got dead drunk, passed out in the bottom of the riverbed. GITTES The L.A. River? MORTY (a little puzzled) Yeah, under Hollenbeck Bridge, what's wrong with that? Gittes has moved back to the body, looks at it more closely. GITTES It's bone dry, Morty. MORTY It's not completely dry. GITTES Yeah, well he ain't gonna drown in a damp riverbed either, I don't care how soused he was. That's like drowning in a teaspoon. Morty shrugs. MORTY We got water out of him, Jake. He drowned. Gittes walks away mumbling. GITTES Jesus, this town... 99 EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - GITTES - DAY He's parked on an overpass -- the sign HOLLENBECK BRIDGE on one of its concrete columns. Gittes looks down into the riverbed below. 100 FROM THE BRIDGE Gittes can see the muddy remains of a collapsed shack, its contents strewn down river from the bridge. Below him, lying half over the storm drain and one wall that was on the bank of the river is a sign that proclaims OWN YOUR OWN OFFICE IN THIS BUILDING $5000 to $6000 which was used as a roof of sorts. Downstream, there's the dresser, an oil drum, a Ford seat cushion, an Armour lard can, etc. -- the trashy remains of Shuhardt's home. 101 Gittes scrambles down the embankment and as he lands near the storm drain one shoe sinks, ankle deep into mud. Gittes pulls it out, swearing. He begins to walk a little further downstream when he hears the vaguely familiar SQUISHY CLOP of something. Clearing the bridge. on the opposite side is the little Mexican Boy, again on his swayback horse, riding along the muddy bank. They look at one another a moment. GITTES (calling out to him) You were riding here the other day, weren't you...? The Boy doesn't answer. GITTES (continuing) Speak English?... Habla Ingles? THE BOY (finally) Si. GITTES Didn't you talk to a man here -- few days ago... wore glasses ... he... The Boy nods. GITTES (continuing) What did you talk about, mind my asking? The shadows of the two are very long now. THE BOY (finally) The water. GITTES What about the water? THE BOY -- when it comes. GITTES -- When it comes? What'd you tell him? THE BOY Comes in different parts of the river -- every night a different part. Gittes nods. The horse snorts. The Boy rides slowly on. 102 EXT. RIVEBED - DUSK Gittes scrambles up the embankment to note the direction the storm drain by Hollenbeck Bridge takes. It is headed above toward the Hollywood Hills, where the sun is setting. 103 EXT. GITTES IN CAR - NIGHTFALL winding his way up a section of the Hollywood Hills. He picks up on an open flood channel with the spotlight by the driver's windwing. 104 GITTES IN CAR- MOVING along the flood channel. It is dark now and Gittes follows the channel with the car spotlight. He turns at a fork in the road which allows him to continue following the flood channel. 105 FURTHER UP - MOVING The road is narrower. Gittes drives more slowly. Foliage is overgrown in the channel so its bottom cannot be glimpsed. 106 STILL FURTHER - NIGHT The road is dirt. Heavy clusters of oak trees and eucalyptus are everywhere. It is very still. Another turn and a pie-shaped view of a lake of lights in the city below can be GLIMPSED. 107 POV - CHAIN-LINK FENCE over the road, bolted. It says OAK PASS RESERVOIR. KEEP OUT. NO TRESPASSING. The chain-link itself actually extends over the flood channel and down into it, making access along the channel itself impossible. 108 Gittes backs up, turns off the motor, the car lights, the spotlight. A lone light overhead on tension wires is the sole illumination. There is only the eerie SOUND of the tension WIRES HUMMING. Gittes gets out of the car, clubs the fence near the Flood channel itself. 109 ON THE OTHER SIDE Gittes carefully works his way up through the thick Foliage toward a second and large chain-link fence. Lights from the reservoir still higher above can be SEEN. Suddenly there is a GUNSHOT. Then ANOTHER. Gittes dives into the flood control channel, which is at this point about four feet deep and six feet wide. There is the SOUND of men scurrying through the brush, coming near him, then retreating. Gittes loses himself among the ivy in the channel. He waits. The men seem to have passed him by. But there is another SOUND now -- an echoing growing sound. It puzzles Gittes. He starts to lift his head to catch the direction. 110 GITTES IN FLOOD CONTROL CHANNEL - NIGHT Then he's inundated with a rush of water which pours over him, knocks off his hat, carries him down the channel, banging into its banks, as he desperately tries to grab some of the overgrowth to hang on and pull himself out. But the force of the stream batters him and carries him with it until he's brought rudely to the chain-link fence. It stops him cold. He's nearly strained through it. Swearing and choking, he pulls himself out of the rushing water by means of the fence itself. Drenched, battered, he slowly climbs back over the fence and makes his way toward his car. 111 AT GITTES' CAR He fishes for his car keys, looks down -- one shoe is missing. GITTES (grumbling) Goddam Florsheim shoe, goddammit. He starts to get into his car but Mulvihill and a SMALLER MAN stop him -- Mulvihill pulling his coat down and pinning his arms -- holding him tightly. The smaller man thrusts a switchblade knife about an inch and a half up Gittes' left nostril. SMALLER MAN (shaking with emotion) Hold it there, kitty cat. 112 CLOSE - GITTES frozen, the knife in his nostril, the street lamp over- head gleaming on the silvery blade. THE SMALLER MAN You are a very nosey fellow, kitty cat... you know what happens to nosey fellows? The Smaller Man actually seems to be trembling with rage when he says this. Gittes doesn't move. SMALLER MAN (continuing) Wanna guess? No? Okay. lose their noses. With a quick flick the Smaller Man pulls back on the blade, laying Gittes' left nostril open about an inch further. Gittes screams. Blood gushes down onto his shirt and coat. Gittes bends over, instinctively trying to keep the blood from getting on his clothes. Mulvihill and the Smaller Man stare at him. THE SMALLER MAN (continuing) Next time you lose the whole thing, kitty cat. I'll cut it off and feed it to my goldfish, understand? MULVIHILL Tell him you understand, Gittes. 113 EXT. OAK PASS RESERVOIR - NIGHT Gittes is now groveling on his hands and knees. GITTES (mumbling) I understand... Gittes on the ground can see only his tormentor's two- tone brown and white wing-tipped shoes -- lightly freckled with his blood. 114 THE SHOE comes up and lightly shoves Gittes into the ground. the SOUND of FOOTSTEPS RETREATING, Gittes gasping. 115 INT. GITTES' OFFICE - GITTES sits behind his desk, BACK TO CAMERA, not moving. Duffy sits staring at nothing, Walsh moves uneasily around the room. The PHONE is RINGING. Sophie BUZZES. GITTES (pressing down intercom) Yeah, Sophie. SOPHIE'S VOICE A Miss Sessions calling. GITTES Who? SOPHIE'S VOICE Ida Sessions. GITTES Don't know her -- take a number. 116 NEW ANGLE - REVEALING a bandage spread-eagled across Gittes' nose. WALSH So some contractor wants to build a dam and he makes a few payoffs. So what? Gittes turns slowly to Walsh. He lightly taps his nose. WALSH ( continuing) Think you can nail Mulvihill? They'll claim you were trespassing. GITTES I don't want Mulvihill. I. want the big boys that are making the payoffs. DUFFY Then what'll you do? GITTES Sue the shit out of 'em. WALSH Yeah? GITTES Yeah -- what's wrong with you guys? Think ahead. We find 'em, sue 'em -- we'll make a killing. (a dazzling smile) We'll have dinner at Chasen's twice a week, we'll be pissing on ice the rest of our lives. WALSH Sue people like that they're liable to be having dinner with the Judge who's trying the suit. Gittes looks irritated. The PHONE RINGS again. SOPHIE'S VOICE Miss Ida Sessions again. She says you know her. GITTES Okay. 117 Gittes picks up the phone. He winks to his boys. GITTES (continuing) Hello, Miss Sessions. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. IDA'S VOICE -- Oh yes we have... are you alone, Mr. Gittes? GITTES (clowning a little for the boys) Isn't everybody? What can I do for you, Miss Sessions? Walsh promptly starts to tell Duffy the Admiral Byrd story. IDA'S VOICE Well, I'm a working girl, Mr. Gittes -- I didn't come in to see you on my own. GITTES -- When did you come in? IDA'S VOICE -- I was the one who pretended to be Mrs. Mulwray, remember? ll8 Walsh has finished off the punch line and both men are laughing raucously. Gittes drops the mail he's been loafing through and puts his hand over the receiver. GITTES (to Duffy and Walsh) Shut the fuck up! (then back to Ida) ... Yes I remember -- nothing, Miss Sessions, just going over a detail or two with my associates ... you were saying? IDA'S VOICE Well I never expected anything to happen like what happened to Mr. Mulwray, the point is if it ever comes out I want somebody to know I didn't know what would happen. GITTES -- I understand... if you could tell me who employed you, Miss Sessions -- that could help us both -- IDA'S VOICE Oh no -- GITTES ... Why don't you give me your address and we can talk this over? IDA'S VOICE No, Mr. Gittes -- just look in the obituary column of today's Times... GITTES The obituary column? IDA'S VOICE You'll find one of those people -- GITTES 'Those people?' Miss Sessions -- She hangs up. Gittes looks to his two men. 119 OMITTED 120 INT. BROWN DERBY - CLOSE ON NEWSPAPER Gittes is seated, flips through the paper until he finds the OBITUARY COLUMN -- scans it, looks up -- abruptly tears the column from the paper and puts it in his pocket. When he closes the paper we can SEE headlines in the left hand column: WATER BOND ISSUE PASSES COUNCIL. Ten million dollar referendum to go before the public. Evelyn Mulwray is standing at the table as he does so. He rises, allows her to sit. 121 CLOSE ON EVELYN Gittes watches her as she removes her gloves slowly... She's wearing dove gray gabardine -- subdued, tailored. GITTES Thanks for coming... drink? The waiter's appeared. Evelyn is looking at Gittes' nose. EVELYN Tom Collins -- with lime, not lemon, please. Evelyn looks down and smoothes her gloves. When she looks back up she stares expectantly at Gittes. Gittes pulls out a torn envelope. The initials ECM can be SEEN in a delicate scroll on the comer of it. GITTES I got your check in the mall. EVELYN Yes. As I said, I was very grateful. Gittes' fingers the envelope. He coughs. GITTES Mrs. Mulwray, I'm afraid that's not good enough. EVELYN (a little embarrassed) Well, how much would you like? 121 CLOSE ON EVELYN GITTES Stop it. The money's fine. It's generous but you've shortchanged me on the story. EVELYN (coolly) I have? GITTES I think so. Something besides your husband's death was bothering you. You were upset but not that upset. EVELYN Mr. Gittes... (icily) Don't tell me how I feel. The drinks come. The waiter sets them down. GITTES Sorry. Look, you sue me, your husband dies, you drop the lawsuit like a hot potato, and all of it quicker than wind from a duck's ass -- excuse me. Then you ask me to lie to the police. EVELYN It wasn't much of a lie. GITTES -- If your husband was killed it was. (meaning check) -- This can look like you paid me off to withhold evidence. EVELYN But he wasn't killed. Gittes smiles. GITTES I think you're hiding something, Mrs. Mulwray. 122 Evelyn remains unperturbed. EVELYN -- Well, I suppose I am... actually I knew about the affair. GITTES How did you find out? EVELYN My husband. GITTES He told you? Evelyn nods. GITTES (continuing) -- And you weren't the slightest bit upset about it? EVELYN -- I was grateful. Evelyn for the first time appears a little embarrassed. GITTES You'll have to explain that, Mrs. Mulwray. EVELYN -- Why? GITTES (a flash of annoyance) Look, I do matrimonial work, It's my metiay. When a wife tells me she's happy her husband is cheating on her it runs contrary to my experience. Gittes looks significantly to Evelyn. EVELYN Unless what? GITTES (looking directly at her) She's cheating on him. 122 Evelyn doesn't reply. GITTES (continuing) -- Were you? 123 Evelyn is clearly angry but she is controlling it. EVELYN I don't like the word 'cheat.' GITTES Did you have affairs? EVELYN (flashing) Mr. Gittes -- GITTES Did he know? EVELYN (almost an outburst) Well I wouldn't run home and tell him whenever I went to bed with someone, if that's what you mean. This subdues Gittes a little. Evelyn is still a little heated. EVELYN (continuing; more calmly) -- Is there anything else you want to know? GITTES Where you were when your husband died. EVELYN I can't tell you. GITTES You mean you don't know where you were? EVELYN I mean I can't tell you. GITTES -- You were seeing someone, too. 124 Evelyn looks squarely at him. She doesn't deny it. GITTES -- For very long? EVELYN I don't see anyone for very long, Mr. Gittes. It's difficult for me. Now I think you know all you need to about me. I didn't want publicity. I didn't want to go into any of this, then or now. Is this all? Gittes nods. GITTES Oh, by the way. What's the 'C' stand for? He's been fingering the envelope. . EVELYN (she stammers slightly) K... Cross. GITTES That your maiden name? EVELYN Yes... why? GITTES No reason. Evelyn turns into Gittes. EVELYN You must've had a reason to ask me that. GITTES (shrugs) No. I'm just a snoop. EVELYN You seem to have had a reason for every other question. GITTES No, not for that one. EVELYN I don't believe you. Gittes suddenly turns sharply in to Evelyn. GITTES (moving in) Do me a favor. Sit still and act like I'm charming. Evelyn involuntarily draws back. GITTES (continuing) There's somebody here. Say something. Anything. Something like we're being intimate. 125 Evelyn reluctantly allows Gittes to move closer and dangle his hand in front of their faces. She stares at him. EVELYN (meaning his nose) How did it happen? GITTES (quietly) Been meaning to talk to you about that. EVELYN (quietly) Maybe putting your nose in other people's business? GITTES (quietly) More like other people putting their business in my nose. Evelyn actually smiles a little. WOMAN'S VOICE You son of a bitch. Gittes looks up and flashes his smile. GITTES Mrs. Match. How're you? Mrs. MATCH is swaying over the table, a plump woman with a glass of whiskey in one hand, a large purse in the other, and a menacing look in her eye. MRS. MATCH Don't give me that, you son of a bitch. GITTES Okay. Gittes turns back to Evelyn. EVELYN (softly) Another satisfied client? GITTES Another satisfied client's wife. MRS. MATCH Look at me, you son of a bitch. You... you bastard. Are you happy, are you happy now? 126 She tries to take a swipe at Gittes with her purse. Gittes covers himself. Waiters rush over. MRS. MATCH -- You smug son of a bitch. My husband's so upset he sweats all night! How do you think that makes me feel? GITTES Sweaty? Mrs. Match swings at Gittes again and again. She catches him on the nose. It hurts. He covers it -- then swings his leg out from under the table and deftly kicks her in the shin. Mrs. Match drops her purse and spills her drink. She grabs her shin, hopping around a little. The waiters who had tried to restrain her now try to keep her from falling over. GITTES Let's get out of here before she picks up her purse. They rise and move toward the door. EVELYN (quietly) Tough guy, huh? Gittes looks, sees she's kidding, and nods. 127 OUTSIDE IN THE PARKING LOT - DUSK Gittes' car has been .brought by the parking attendant. The attendant opens the passenger side for Evelyn. EVELYN Oh, no. I've got my own car. The cream-colored Packard. GITTES (to attendant who dutifully starts for her car) Wait a minute, sonny. (to Evelyn) I think you better come with me. EVELYN What for? There's nothing more to say. (to attendant) Get my car, please. The attendant starts after it again. Gittes leans on the open door of his car and in to Evelyn. He talks quietly but spits it out. GITTES Okay, go home. But in case you're interested your husband was murdered. Somebody's dumping tons of water out of the city reservoirs when we're supposedly in the middle of a drought, he found out, and he was killed. There's a waterlogged drunk in the morgue -- involuntary manslaughter if anybody wants to take the trouble which they don't. it looks like half the city is trying to cover it all up, which is fine with me. But, Mrs. Mulwray -- (now inches from her) -- I goddam near lost my nose! And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something. Evelyn steadies herself on the open car door. She stares at Gittes for a long moment. Then he gently tugs the car door closed. EVELYN Mr. Gittes -- He drives off into the Wilshire traffic, leaving Evelyn looking after him. 128 INT.. DWP - MULWRAY'S OFFICE DOOR with its lettering: HOLLIS I. MULWRAY CHIEF ENGINEER Gittes goes through the door to the Secretary. She looks up. She recognizes Gittes again and is not happy to see him. GITTES J.J. Gittes to see Mr. Yelburton. The Secretary immediately gets up and goes into the inner office. Gittes turns and strolls around the office a moment -- he sees a photographic display of THE HISTORY OF THE DWP - THE EARLY YEARS, along the wall. He stops as he spots a photo of the man with the cane Gittes had seen photos of earlier -- He is standing high in the mountains, near a pass. The caption reads JULIAN CROSS - 1905. Cross is strikingly handsome. Gittes immediately pulls out the envelope containing Evelyn's check. He looks at the corner of it, his thumb pressing down under the middle initial C, then he looks back to the photos -- The Secretary returns. SECRETARY Mr. Yelburton will be busy for some time. GITTES Well I'm on my lunch hour. I'll wait. SECRETARY He's liable to be tied up indefinitely. GITTES I