Sea Change

“Everybody in L.A. knows second unit,” Jesse said. “Hell I can even say mise-en-scene.”

“But can you define it?” Jenn said.

“Nope. I left L.A. before I learned that part.”

Jenn put her lip gloss on and leaned back a little and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she leaned very close and looked. Then back for one more medium-range look and turned toward him.

“Check this out,” Jenn said.

She put a cassette in the built-in VCR and pressed play. It was raw film, taken on board several yachts in Paradise Harbor. Jesse watched silently. There was no dialogue.

“I was looking at some of the B roll,” Jenn said. “Marty’s 1 8 7

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great. She wants my input on everything. And I saw something that I thought would interest you.”

“You want to say what?”

“You’ll see,” Jenn said.

Jesse watched silently. The scenes jerked from one to another without transition.

“Yo!” Jesse said.

Jenn stopped the tape and rewound it, and played it again.

“Yo,” Jesse said.

“See him?” Jenn said.

“From the Florence Horvath sex tape,” Jesse said.

“Part of the fuck sandwich,” Jenn said. “The one on top, I think.”

“And you recognized him,” Jesse said.

“I did.”

“You must have been paying closer attention to that tape than I thought,” Jesse said.

“I’m naturally observant,” Jenn said. “You recognized him, too.”

“I’m supposed to,” Jesse said. “Was this a test?”

Jenn smiled. “I guess it was. I guess I would have kind of liked it if you’d missed him and I had to point him out.”

“Glad I passed,” Jesse said.

“Well,” Jenn said after a pause, “I guess I am, too.”

“Sign of love,” Jesse said.

“Yes.”

“You know where the tape was made?” Jesse said.

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“Everything’s labeled,” Jenn said. “So when we get in the editing room, we have some idea of what we’re doing.”

“Clever,” Jesse said. “And the location is?”

“Sea Cloud,” Jenn said. “Yesterday. Contact Thomas Ralston.”

“Yesterday,” Jesse said.

Jenn nodded.

“We always date everything,” Jenn said.

“The sonovabitch is still here,” Jesse said.

Jenn shrugged.

“I need a copy of that tape,” Jesse said.

“Take it,” Jenn said. “I had them dupe it for you.”

“Christ,” Jesse said. “Maybe you should be chief of police.”

“What,” Jenn said. “And give up show business?”

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H is name was Eric Jurgen. Suitcase Simpson and Arthur Angstrom went out to the Sea Cloud and got him.

“Thanks for coming in, Mr. Jurgen,” Jesse said.

“I try to obey the police,” Jurgen answered.

He spoke with a faint accent.

“Are you foreign born, Mr. Jurgen?” Jesse said.