A Low Down Dirty Shame Page #4

- Stuff!

He's lying. Don't believe him.

You did not say that last night

when we was in bed together.

You slept with him! You slut!

Bernard!

You never had a chance.

Coffee's good with cream, but better black.

Don't you ever, ever call me again.

And you, Mr Coffee,

if you'd like some steamed milk

with your double espresso, I'm your man.

Bernard, I'm sorry! I'll call you!

Why did you do that?

Work with me, and I'll call and tell him

it was a joke. Here's what she looks like.

- Who is it?

- It's Hank.

- Sure those are for me?

- The man said 1504, Angela Flowers.

OK, thanks.

Hank, did he tell you who...

Is that the way to treat the man

you said you'd spend your life with?

- You look good.

-You look like sh*t.

- Today was laundry day.

- If this is a social call...

Don't let the flowers fool you.

It's strictly business. Now, sit down.

- Thought you weren't a cop any more.

- I'm not.

I'm a private investigator,

working with the DEA.

- DEA. May I help you?

- Special Agent Rothmiller, please.

- It's me, Shame.

- Sonny, I got her.

- Where?

- 8517 Artesian Way.

- I'm on my way.

- See you in a minute.

- Hey, primo.

- Hey, primo.

They found the girl.

I want you to handle this, primo.

Bring the girl to me.

- And Shame?

- I want you to enjoy killing Shame.

Gracias, primo.

Ricardo! Julio!

- So, how did you find me?

- Your perfume.

You remembered.

I'm impressed.

You know, Shame...

..you made me break all my rules.

I never meant to hurt you.

- No. Just use me, right?

- It wasn't like that.

Bullshit! l thought you loved me, but you

just used me to get close to Mendoza.

That's a lie and you know it!

Yeah?

Then why did you follow him to Mexico?

Is that what you think?

You think I went to Mexico looking for him?

You think I f***ed up my life for him?

I went to Mexico looking for you!

Let go of me.

Why are you telling me this now?

What's done is done. I just want this to be

done with so I can get on with my life.

They'll put you in protective custody.

Testify against Mendoza.

He goes away,

then you start with a clean slate.

You always were late, Shame.

Don't the DEA tell you anything? I've been

in protective custody for six months.

I'd have testified against Mendoza before,

but somebody tipped him off.

He got away just before

the Justice Department moved in.

But Sonny said you came to him.

Oh, sh*t. It's a set-up. We got to

get out of here. We got to go now!

I need to know

what apartment this woman lives in.

I'm sorry, I can't give...

- Apartment 1504.

- Gracias.

Julio, Tomas, Ricardo, las escaleras.

Sancho, espera aqui.

You said you wanted a blonde.

I'm a blonde.

Can I trust you?

Last time, I wound up naked in a taxi.

- I brought my car... We're being robbed!

- I thought it was my wife.

- Get your hands off my ass.

- Just go with the programme.

Help!

- Hi.

- Hey, baby, what's going on?

Stop!

Get the f*** out! Get out of here!

Wait!

Take the wheel!

Get down!

Motherf***er!

Hold on.

Welcome to Best Burgers.

May l take your order, please?

May I take your order, please?

- Who is it?

- It's me.

- Anyone watching my place?

- Four Mexicans.

- You did what I said?

- I had 'em follow me.

Then I shook their ass like a bowl of Jell-O.

I left them in South Central.

They begging the homies not to kill them.

- Peaches, Angela. Angela, Peaches.

- Hello.

- Where's Wayman?

- Dancing. He won't be back till late.

I gotta go take care of business.

You're not taking me?

See, this is what l'm talking about.

You are sleeping on my skills.

Peaches, I need you to stay here.

Keep your eye on her.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Always want to be James Bond!

Gracias, Tomas.

Get out of the way.

Don't make me slap your fat ass!

What is this sh*t? You're frisking me?

You gonna f***ing frisk me?

Mendoza, I need to talk to you now!

Mendoza, right now!

If he told you to please leave,

I'm saying get the f*** out!

Immigration would give me a f***ing medal

if I packed your f***ing asses in a truck.

- Why did you come here?

- Why? Your men f***ed up, that's why!

If I'd handled it, I'd have found the girl!

But you wanted to play this sick game!

No! Shame started this!

He tried to take my business,

my life and my woman.

This is what this is all about.

A f***ing woman!

No. This is about business, Sonny.

Twenty million dollars.

Killing Shame and Angela, that's fun.

I got news for you, Pancho Villa,

or whoever the f*** you think you are!

While you play f***ing games,

you're leaving a trail pointing to me.

Man, I'm warning you,

do you know who you're f***ing with?

I'm f***ing Sonny Rothmiller!

I know every goddamn thing! I'll tell 'em

every contact you got in the States!

I'll name names, dates, places!

Your f***ing Texas politicians!

New York! Miami!

Washington.

Are you threatening me, Sonny?

Are you threatening me?

You are a guest in my house.

Show me some f***ing respect.

I am simply saying...

..that things are getting a little out of hand.

Maybe you'll let me take care of things

from here on out.

That's a good idea.

I think you should be going now, my friend.

You got a lot of cleaning up to do.

Hey, you were right. My men f***ed up.

Sonny? Sonny?

Please, make sure that you don't f*** up.

- I'll take care of it.

- OK.

Hasta la vista.

Blink, and black will be the last thing

you see. We're going for a ride.

- I guess that leaves you and me.

- It's been a bad night all around.

Is there something to eat here?

I suggest you look in the refrigerator.

Don't just stand there, shorty. Get down.

Look at George get down.

That's right, you do that funky chicken.

It's funny. Shame never mentioned you

to me before.

It bothers you he's still in love with me.

What makes you think

he's still in love with you?

I can see it in his eyes. So can you.

So what? OK, Shame might be soft on you.

But I can see

right through all that Maybelline.

And I know you ain't nothing

but a gold-digging skank...

trying to get a man for everything he's got.

But I'll tell you.

Hurt Shame again,

and you better watch your back.

You're so cute.

Protective, even.

You know, Shame used to have this puppy.

Scraggly little thing he found in the gutter.

He was always doing things like that.

The problem with the thing is,

it kept shitting all over the house.

I tried to train it, but it kept shitting.

I put up with it as long as I could,

until one day the b*tch snapped at me.

I took her to the vet and put her to sleep.

Are you calling me a dog?

You wanna box, is that it?

You want some of this?

Then let's do it.

All we got to do is push this to the side.

There's nothing but space and opportunity

here. Do you want some?

- I don't have to deal with this sh*t.

- Then leave. Leave.

- That's what I'm gonna do.

- Get the f*** out.

I don't need this sh*t.

I'll just tell him she left.

''Shame, she's gone.

She went to get something to eat.''

Shame will kick my ass.

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