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英语剧本《唐人街》

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Chinatown (1974)

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 blas?

          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 take a long lunch. All day

          sometimes.



Gittes pulls out a cigarette case, offers the Secretary

one. She refuses, He lights up and begins to hum 'The

Way You Look Tonight,' strolling along the wall looking

at more photographs.



129  INT. MULWRAY'S OFFICES



Here he spots several photos of a much younger Mulwray,

along with Julian Cross. One of the captions: HOLLIS

MULWRAY AND JULIAN CROSS AS THE AQUEDUCT CLEARS THE

SANTA SUSANNAH PASS - 1912. Gittes, still humming,

turns to the Secretary.



                    GITTES

          Julian Cross worked for the water

          department?



                    SECRETARY

               (looking up)

          Yes. No.



                    GITTES

               (humming, then)

          He did or he didn't?



                    SECRETARY

          He owned it.



Gittes is genuinely surprised. at this.



                    GITTES

          He owned the water department?



                    SECRETARY

          Yes.



                    GITTES

          He owned the entire water supply

          for the city?



                    SECRETARY

          Yes.



                    GITTES

               (really surprised)

          How did they get it away from him?



                    SECRETARY

               (a sigh, then)

          Mr. Mulwray felt the public should

          own the display -- the water. If

          you'll just read the display --



                    GITTES

               (glances back, hums,

                then)

          Mulwray? I thought you said

          Cross owned the department.



                    SECRETARY

          -- Along with Mr. Mulwray.



                    GITTES

          They were partners.



                    SECRETARY

               (testily)

          Yes. Yes, they were partners.



She gets up, annoyed, and goes into Yelburton's inner

office.



Gittes goes back to the photographs. He hears a 

SCRATCHING SOUND, apparently coming from just outside the

outer door.



He moves quickly to it, hesitates -- swiftly opens the

door. workmen are behind it, scraping away Mulwray's

name on the outer door -- looking up at Gittes in some

surprise.



The Secretary returns, sees the workman on the floor.



                    SECRETARY

               (to Gittes)

          Mr. Yelburton will see you now.



Gittes nods graciously, heads on into Yelburton's office.



130  INT. DWP - YELBURTON & GITTES



There is a subtle but perceptible difference in 

Yelburton's attitude. He's now head of the department.



                    YELBURTON

          Mr. Gittes, sorry to keep you

          waiting -- these staff meetings,

          they just go on and on --



                    GITTES

          Yeah -- must be especially tough

          to take over under these

          circumstances.



                    YELBURTON

          Oh yes. Hollis was the best

          department head the city's ever

          had. My goodness, what happened

          to your nose?



                    GITTES

               (smiles)

          I cut myself shaving.



                    YELBURTON

          You ought to be more careful.

          That must really smart.



                    GITTES

          Only when I breathe.



                    YELBURTON

               (laughing)

          Only when you breathe... don't tell

          me you're still working for

          Mrs. Mulwray?



                    GITTES

          I never was.



                    YELBURTON

          (stops smiling)

          I don't understand.



                    GITTES

          Neither do I, actually. But you

          hired me -- or you hired that chippie

          to hire me.



                    YELBURTON

          Mr. Gittes, you're not making a

          bit of sense.



                    GITTES

          Well, look at it this way, Mr.

          Yelburton. Mulwray didn't want

          to build a dam -- and he had a

          reputation that was hard to get

          around, so. you decided to ruin it.

          Then he found out that you were

          dumping water every night -- then

          he -- was drowned.



                    YELBURTON

          Mr. Gittes! That's an outrageous

          accusation. I don't know what

          you're talking about.



                    GITTES

          Well, Whitey Mehrholtz over at

          the Times will. Dumping thousands

          of gallons of water down the toilet

          in the middle of a drought -- that's

          news.



131  Gittes heads toward the door.



                    YELBURTON

          Wait -- please sit down, Mr. Gittes.

          We're... well, we're not anxious

          for this to get around, but we have

          been diverting a little water

          to irrigate avocado and walnut

          groves in the northwest

          valley. As you know, the farmers

          there have no legal right to our

          water, and since the drought we've

          had to cut them off -- the city

          comes first, naturally. But,

          well, we've been trying to help

          some of them out, keep them from

          going under. Naturally when you

          divert water -- you get a little

          runoff.



                    GITTES

          Yeah, a little runoff. Where are

          those orchards?



                    YELBURTON

          I said, the northwest valley.



                    GITTES

          That's like saying they're in

          Arizona.



                    YELBURTON

          Mr. Gittes, my field men are out

          and I can't give you an exact

          location...



Gittes nods.



                    GITTES

          You're a married man, am I right?



                    YELBURTON

          Yes... 



                    GITTES

          Hard working, have a wife and kids...



                    YELBURTON

          Yes...



                    GITTES

          I don't want to nail you -- I

          Just want to know who put you up

          to it. I'll give you a few days

          to think it over --

               (hands him a card)

          -- call me. I can help. Who knows?

          Maybe we can lay the whole thing off

          on a few big shots -- and you can

          stay head of the department for

          the next twenty years.



Gittes smiles -- leaves an unsmiling Yelburton.



132  INT. GITTES OFFICE



Gittes enters, drops his hat on Sophie's desk. Sophie

tries to tell him something but Gittes goes on into his

office.



133  EVELYN MULWRAY



is sitting, smoking. She looks up when he enters.



                    EVELYN

          What's your usual salary?



Gittes moves to his desk, barely breaking stride at the

sight of her.



                    GITTES

          Thirty-five bucks daily for me,

          twenty for each of my operators --

          plus expenses, plus my fee if I

          show results.



He's sitting now. Evelyn is very pale now, obviously

very shaken.



                    EVELYN

          Whoever's behind my husband's

          death, why have they gone to all

          this trouble?



                    GITTES

          -- Money. How they plan to make

          it by emptying the reservoirs --

          that I don't know.



                    EVELYN

          I'll pay your salary plus five

          thousand dollars if you find out

          what happened to Hollis and who

          is involved.



Gittes buzzes Sophie.



                    GITTES

          Sophie, draw up one of our

          standard forms for Mrs. Mulwray.

               (he leans back; to

                Evelyn)

          Tell me, did you get married

          before or after Mulwray and your

          father sold the water department?



Evelyn nearly jumps at the question.



                    GITTES

               (continuing)

          Your father is Julian Cross, isn't

          he?



                    EVELYN

          Yes, of course -- it was quite a

          while after. I was just out of

          grade school when they did that.



                    GITTES

          -- so you married your father's

          business partner?



Evelyn nods. She lights another cigarette.



                    GITTES

                (continuing; staring

                at her, points to

                the ashtray)

          You've got one going, Mrs. Mulwray.



                    EVELYN

          -- Oh. 



134  She quickly stubs one out.



                    GITTES

          Is there something upsetting about

          my asking about your father?



                    EVELYN

          No!... yes, a little. You see

          Hollis and my fa -- my father had

          a falling out...



                    GITTES

          Over the water department -- or

          over you?



                    EVELYN

               (quickly)

          Not over me. Why would they have

          a falling out over me?



                    GITTES

               (noting her

                nervousness)

          -- Then it was over the water

          department.



                    EVELYN

          Not exactly. Well, I mean, yes.

          Yes and no. Hollis felt the public

          should own the water but I don't

          think -- my father felt that way.

          Actually, it was over the Van der

          Lip. The dam that broke.



                    GITTES

          -- Oh, yeah?



                    EVELYN

          Yes. He never forgave him for it.



                    GITTES

          Never forgave him for what?



                    EVELYN

          For talking him into building it,

          he never forgave my father... They

          haven't spoken to this day.



                    GITTES

               (starts a little)

          You sure shout that?



                    EVELYN

          Of course I'm sure.



                    GITTES

          What about you -- do you and your

          father get along?



135  Sophie comes in with the form, cutting off Evelyn's

reply. Gittes places two copies on a coffee table in

front of Evelyn.



                    GITTES

          Sign here... The other copy's for

          you.



She signs it. When she looks back up, Gittes is staring

intently at her.



                    EVELYN

          What are you thinking?



                    GITTES

               (picking up one of

                copies, folding it,

                putting it in his

                pocket)

          Before this -- I turned on the

          faucet, it came out hot and cold,

          I didn't think there was a thing

          to it.



136  INT. SEAPLANE



The engines make the small cabin vibrate. Gittes threads

his way down the tiny aisle of the eight passenger cabin,

which is full of middle-aged men in old clothes and

their fishing gear. Gittes is poked by a pole -- has to

move along.



One of the old men says something to him.



                    GITTES

               (above the engines)

          What?



                    OLD MAN

          You'll have to sit with the pilot.



Gittes moves forward into the cockpit, the PILOT looks

up -- nods for Gittes to sit down, first moving a half-

eaten cheese sandwich out of Gittes' seat.



137  EXT. HARBOR- SEAPLANE



taxiing down the ramp into the sea. In a moment, it

kicks up a spray of foam and takes off.



138  INT. COCKPIT



The island gradually looming larger before the Pilot and

Gittes.



The Pilot glances over at Gittes -- who, as usual, is

impeccably dressed -- a contrast to the others on the

plane.



                    PILOT

               (above the engines)

          Well, you're not going fishing.



Gittes shakes his head.



                    GITTES

          Not exactly.



                    PILOT

               (winks)

          But that's what you told your

          wife ---



The Pilot laughs raucously. Gittes laughs politely.



                    PILOT

          -- lots of fellas do. Tell the

          little woman they're going on a

          fishing trip, then shack up with

          some little twist on the island

          ... she pretty?



                    GITTES

               (abruptly)

          I'm going to see a man called

          Julian Cross -- ever heard of him?



                    PILOT

          Is the Pope Catholic? Who are

          you, mister?... I ask because he

          doesn't see a whole lot of people.



                    GITTES

          I'm working for his daughter.



                    PILOT

               (surprised)

          That right?... She used to be

          some looker.



                    GITTES

          She ain't exactly long in the

          tooth now.



                    PILOT

          She must be about thirty-three,

          thirty-four.



                    GITTES

          You must be thinking of a different

          daughter --



                    PILOT

          No, he's only got one, I remember

          her age, I read it in the newspapers

          when she ran away.



                    GITTES

          She ran away?



                    PILOT

          Oh yeah, it was a big thing at

          the time -- Julian Cross' daughter.

          God almighty. She was a wild

          little thing.



139  He gives a sidelong glance to Gittes, a little concerned

he's said too much.



                    PILOT

               (continuing)

          Course, she settled down nicely.



                    GITTES

               (smiling a little)

          Well, you never know, do you?



                    PILOT

               (loosening up)

          That's for sure.



                    GITTES

          Why'd she run away?



                    PILOT

          Oh, you know -- she was sixteen

          or seventeen.



                    GITTES

               (nudging him)

          We missed the best of it, didn't

          we, pal?



Both men laugh a little lewdly.



                    PILOT

          She ran off to Mexico -- rumor was

          she was knocked up and didn't even

          know who the father was -- went

          there to get rid of it.



                    GITTES

          You don't say?



                    PILOT

          Cross was looking for her all

          over the country -- offered rewards,

          everything. Felt real sorry for

          him, with all his money.



140  ALBACORE CLUB - DAY



A pleasant but unobtrusive clapboard blue and white

building on the bay overlooking the harbor. The sea-

plane lands. A motor launch with a burgee of a fish

flying from it turns and heads in the direction of the

plane.



141  EXT. WINDING ROAD - RANCHO DEL CRUCE



Gittes, driven in a station wagon, passes under the sign

with a cross painted below the name.



The ranch itself is only partially in a valley on the

island -- as the wagon continues one can SEE that it is

actually a miniature California, encompassing desert,

mountains and canyon that tumble down palisades to the

windward side of the sea.



The wagon comes to a halt where a group of hands are

clustered around a corral. The circle of men drift

apart, leaving JULIAN CROSS standing, using a cane for

support, reedy but handsome in a rough linen shirt and

jeans. When he talks his strong face is lively, in repose

it looks ravaged.



142  EXT. BRIDLE PATH - GITTES & CROSS



walking toward the main house -- a classic Monterey. A

horse led on a halter by another ranch hand slows down

and defecates in the center of the path they are taking.

Gittes doesn't notice.



                    CROSS

          Horseshit.



Gittes pauses, not certain he has heard correctly.



                    GITTES

          Sir?



                    CROSS

          I said horseshit.

          (pointing)

          Horseshit.



                    GITTES

          Yes, sir, that's what it looks

          like -- I'll give you that.



143  Cross pauses when they reach the dung pile. He removes

his hat and waves it, inhales deeply.



                    CROSS

          Love the smell of it. A lot of

          people do but of course they

          won't admit it. Look at the

          shape.



Gittes glances down out of politeness.



                    CROSS

               (continuing; smiling,

                almost enthusiastic)

          Always the same.



Cross walks on. Gittes follows.



                    GITTES

          (not one to let it

           go)

          Always?



                    CROSS

          What? Oh, damn near -- yes.

          Unless the animal's sick or

          something.

               (stops and glances.

                back)

          -- And the steam rising off it

          like that in the morning -- that's

          life, Mr. Gittes. Life.



They move on.



                    CROSS

               (continuing)

          Perhaps this preoccupation with

          horseshit may seem a little

          perverse, but I ask you to

          remember this -- one way or

          another, it's what I've dealt

          in all my life. Let's have

          breakfast.



144  EXT. COURTYARD VERANDA - GITTES & CROSS AT BREAKFAST



Below them is a corral where hands take Arabians, one by

one, and work them out, letting them run and literally

kick up their heels. Cross' attention is diverted by

the animals from time to time. An impeccable Mexican

butler serves them their main course, broiled fish.



                    CROSS

          You know, you've got a nasty

          reputation, Mr. Gittes. I like

          that.



                    GITTES

               (dubious)

          Thanks.



                    CROSS

          -- If you were a bank president

          that would be one thing -- but

          in your business it's admirable.

          And it's good advertising.



                    GITTES

          It doesn't hurt.



                    CROSS

          It's why you attract a client

          like my daughter.



                    GITTES

          Probably.



                    CROSS

          But I'm surprised you're still

          working for her -- unless she's

          suddenly come up with another

          husband.



                    GITTES

          No -- she happens to think the

          last one was murdered.



Cross is visibly surprised.



                    CROSS

          How did she get that idea?



                    GITTES

          I think I gave it to her.



Cross nods.



                    CROSS

          Uh-huh -- oh I hope you don't

          mind. I believe they should be

          served with the head.



145  Gittes glances down at the fish whose isinglass eye

is glazed over with the heat of cooking.



                    GITTES

          -- Fine, as long as you don't

          serve chicken that way.



                    CROSS

               (laughs)

          Tell me -- what do the police

          say?



                    GITTES

          They're calling it an accident.



                    CROSS

          Who's the investigating officer?



                    GITTES

          Lou Escobar -- he's a Lieutenant.



                    CROSS

          Do you know him?



                    GITTES 

          Oh yes.



                    CROSS

          Where from?



                    GITTES

          -- We worked Chinatown together,



                    CROSS

          Would you call him a capable man?



                    GITTES

          Very.



                    CROSS

          Honest?



                    GITTES

          -- Far as it goes -- of course

          he has to swim in the same water

          we all do.



                    CROSS

          Of course -- but you've got no

          reason to think he's bungled

          the case?



                    GITTES

          None.



                    CROSS

          That's too bad.



                    GITTES

          Too bad?



                    CROSS

          It disturbs me, Mr. Gittes. It

          makes me think you're taking my

          daughter for a ride -- financially

          speaking, of course. How much are

          you charging her?



                    GITTES

               (carefully)

          My usual fee -- plus a bonus

          if I come up with any results.



                    CROSS

          Are you sleeping with her? Come,

          come, Mr. Gittes -- you don't have

          to think about that to remember,

          do you?



Gittes laughs.



                    GITTES

          If you want an answer to that

          question I can always put one

          of my men on the job. Good

          afternoon, Mr. Cross.



                    CROSS

          Mr. Gittes! You're dealing with

          a disturbed woman who's lost her

          husband. I don't want her taken

          advantage of. Sit down.



                    GITTES

          What for?



                    CROSS

          -- You may think you know what

          you're dealing with -- but

          believe me, you don't.



146  This stops Gittes. He seems faintly mused by it.



                    CROSS

          Why is that funny?



                    GITTES

          It's what the D.A. used to tell

          me about Chinatown.



                    CROSS

          Was he right?



Gittes shrugs.



                    CROSS

               (continuing)

          ... Exactly what do you know

          about me, Mr. Gittes?



                    GITTES

          Mainly that you're rich and too

          respectable to want your name in

          the papers.



                    CROSS

               (grunts, then)

          'Course I'm respectable. I'm

          old. Politicians, ugly buildings

          and whores all get respectable if

          they last long enough. I'll double

          whatever your fees are -- and I'll

          pay you ten thousand dollars if

          you can find Hollis' girlfriend.



                    GITTES

          His girlfriend?



                    CROSS

          Yes, his girlfriend.



                    GITTES

          You mean the little chippie he

          was with at the El Macando?



                    CROSS

          Yes. She's disappeared, hasn't

          she?



                    GITTES

          -- Yeah.



                    CROSS

          Doesn't that strike you as odd?



                    GITTES

          No. She's probably. scared to

          death.



                    CROSS

          Wouldn't it be useful to talk to 

          her?



                    GITTES

          Maybe.



                    CROSS

          If Mulwray was murdered, she was

          probably one of the last people

          to see him.



                    GITTES

          You didn't see Mulwray much, did

          you?



                    CROSS

          -- No --



                    GITTES

          -- When was the last time?



147  Cross starts to reply, then there's the SOUND of a

MARIACHI BAND and some men in formation clear a bluff

about a hundred yards off. They are dressed like

Spanish dons on horseback. For the most part they are

fat in the saddle and pass along in disordered review

to the music..



                    CROSS

          Sheriff's gold posse... bunch of

          damn fools who pay $5,000 apiece

          to the sheriff's re-election. I

          let 'em practice up out here.



                    GITTES

          -- Yeah. Do you remember the

          last time you talked to Mulwray?



Cross shakes his head.



                    CROSS

          -- At my age, you tend to lose

          track...



                    GITTES

          Well, It was about five days ago.

          You were outside the Pig 'n Whistle

          -- and you had one hell of an

          argument.



Cross looks to Gittes in some real surprise.



                    GITTES

               (continuing)

          I've got the photographs in my

          office -- if they'll help you

          remember. What was the argument

          about?



                    CROSS

               (a long pause, then:)

          My daughter.



                    GITTES

          What about her?



                    CROSS

          -- Just find the girl, Mr. Gittes

          I think she is frightened and I

          happen to know Hollis was fond of

          her. I'd like to help her if I

          can.



                    GITTES

          I didn't realize you and Hollis

          were so fond of each other.



148  Cross looks hatefully at Gittes.



                    CROSS

          Hollis Mulwray made this city --

          and he made me a fortune... We

          were a lot closer than Evelyn

          realized.



                    GITTES

          -- If you want to hire me, I

          still have to know what you and

          Mulwray were arguing about.



                    CROSS

               (painfully)

          Well... she's an extremely jealous

          person. I didn't want her to find

          out about the girl.



                    GITTES

          How did you find out?



                    CROSS

          I've still got a few teeth in my

          head, Mr. Gittes -- and a few

          friends in town.



                    GITTES

          Okay -- my secretary'll send you

          a letter of agreement. Tell me

          -- are you worried about that girl,

          or what Evelyn might do to her?



                    CROSS

          Just find the girl.



                    GITTES

          -- I'll look into it -- as soon

          as I check out some avocado groves.



                    CROSS

          Avocado groves?



                    GITTES

          We'll be in touch, Mr. Cross.



149  INT. HALL OF RECORDS - DAY



Dark and quiet except for the whirring of fans. Gittes

approaches one of the CLERKS at a desk.



                    GITTES

          I'm a little lost -- where can I

          find the plat books for the

          northwest valley?



The Clerk's droopy eyes widen a little.



                    CLERK

          Part of it's in Ventura County.

          We don't have Ventura County in

          our Hall of Records.



Which is a snotty remark. Gittes smiles.



                    GITTES

          I'll settle for L.A. County.