Paul Avery:
So... what's new?
Robert Graysmith:
I've been thinking. Somebody should write a book.
Paul Avery:
Somebody should write a fucking book, that's for sure.
[beat]
Paul Avery:
About what?
Robert Graysmith:
About Zodiac.
Paul Avery:
That's not new.
Robert Graysmith:
I've been thinking that if you put all the information together, maybe you could jog something loose. And I was thinking you know the case best.
Paul Avery:
Yeah, that's true.
Robert Graysmith:
And you know all the players and you have all the files.
Paul Avery:
Lost them.
Robert Graysmith:
You lost them?
Paul Avery:
Or I tossed them. I don't know. I moved onto a boat. You know we work in the daily business, right? As in, today? What do you think we were doing back then? Do you know more people die in the East Bay commute every three months than that idiot ever killed? He offed a few citizens, he wrote a few letters and then he faded into a footnote.
[beat, menacingly]
Paul Avery:
Not that I haven't been sitting here idly waiting for you to drop by and reinvigorate my sense of purpose. It was four years ago. Let it fucking go.
Robert Graysmith:
You're wrong. It was important.
Paul Avery:
[sighs]
Then what did you ever do about it... if it was so important? What did you do? You *hovered* over my desk, you stole from wastebaskets. AM I BEING UNKIND? Oh, that's right. I forgot. You went to the library.
[smiles darkly]
Robert Graysmith:
I'm sorry I bothered you.
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