A Low Down Dirty Shame Page #6

Yeah, I got it.

Do me a favour. Tell Sonny to come along.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

It will be just like old times.

It's safe, my friend.

Where are we going?

They got Peaches.

- Let's take the money and go.

- I can't do that. She's my friend.

Call the cops. They can handle this.

Mendoza would kill her.

- In time, you'll forget about her.

- Stop it.

We can take this money to an island,

make love under the sun.

- Don't do this to me again.

- Stop it!

What don't you understand?

She's my friend.

I ain't selling her out for you,

for money or for a f*** under the sun.

You got a choice.

Help me put an end to this sh*t,

or take your chances on your own.

You care about her that much?

Yeah.

OK, Shame. Just promise me

you're gonna smoke his ass.

Like a motherfucking pack of Kools.

Perimeter is secure.

- Your men can handle this?

- These guys are military-trained.

They'll eat Shame alive.

We're not out in ten minutes, they'll storm it.

OK.

Station three is clear.

That's far enough.

So it's like that, Sonny?

- Yeah, it's like that.

- You sold out the whole unit?

This isn't about selling out.

It's about getting paid.

- Good people die so you get paid?

- I was gonna cut 'em all in!

I told them all,

''We can split the money five ways.''

You know what they said?

''Only if Shame was down.''

We both know that wasn't going to happen.

So you made a deal with the devil?

I only got one question, man.

Why didn't you kill me, too?

Somebody had to take the blame.

This is quite a tender moment, guys, but

I'm in a hurry, so can we get on with this?

- Where's my money, Shame?

- The ladies first.

The perfect gentleman.

Peaches...

I hope you're as good as you say you are.

Hello, my sweet. Before I kill you,

we're going to make love one last time.

It's a trick!

Kill her! Kill the girl!

Get them!

Peaches, go now!

I'm going for the money. Everybody dies!

Don't worry. Hit it!

Peaches, we got to split up.

The exit on the top leads to the garage.

Get in my car and wait for me. Go!

- Shame!

- Yeah?

I love you.

I love you, too, Peaches.

Now, get out of here.

Sh*t!

I'll draw their fire. Give me your gun.

Go. Get out of here.

I'm in front of the Sport Chalet.

This place is full of flammables.

Hold your fire.

Thank you.

Bring in the dogs. Bring them in now!

OK.

Holy sh*t.

I'm gonna get that sucker.

OK. Think, Shame, think.

Say it loud.

I'm black and I'm proud.

Say it loud.

I'm black and I'm proud.

Ow! Peaches, I love you.

Attack!

I want all the dogs on the left,

throw your heads from side to side.

Dogs on the right, go, ''Ooh, ooh.''

Here we go. Ohh, ooh! Here we go!

Perros! Get him!

Don't move!

Is that the money?

- Yes.

- Step away from it.

What is it about you that makes men crazy?

I don't know.

I guess you'll have to find out for yourself.

Well...

The nectar is uh...tempting, but...

..you're poison.

I think I'll pass.

Suit yourself.

How do you feel now, stupid motherf***er?

You could have had some p*ssy.

Holy sh*t! I can't believe I just did that.

Peek-a-boo.

I like you, pequenita. You got a lot of heart.

But your boyfriend is starting to piss me off!

Where is he? Shame!

Shame! Shame!

Get up!

Get up, Mendoza. What's up now?

You talk all that ying-yang. You was looking

for my boyfriend. Here he is.

We about to dig in that ass.

Now you wanna be shy. Huh!

Right, Shame?

I guess I should go wait in the car.

You bad, Shame.

What are you doing on the ground?

Get up. Get up!

My turn.

Let's go. Get up.

I've wanted to tell you this for a long time.

You're under arrest.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna make the bail, man.

Yeah? How you gonna do that?

I got your money.

Let's go.

Angela.

I love you, Shame,

but you won't let me keep the money.

Besides, I told you, I don't like being second.

Bye, baby.

I told you I would drop you where you stand.

You're talking sh*t.

I thought you were gonna beat my ass!

You want some of this?

Come on!

Yeah! Now, how about that?

That's right, b*tch!

Thought I told you to stay in the car.

Thanks, Peaches.

- Come on.

- You know I'm dangerous.

How come the only time I get to touch you

is when you're bruised and bloody?

Are you coming on to me?

You've really done it this time.

Look at this place.

My God, this is gonna cost

hundreds of thousands of dollars!

You had to do it yourself, huh?

There's nothing I can do this time.

You'll take the credit for all of this!

- OK.

- Excuse me?

- I'll take all the credit.

- Credit for what?

For the fatal capture of Ernesto Mendoza,

the discovery of a DEA mole,

the safe return of a federal witness

and $15 million in drug money.

Go on. Go on, get the f*** out of here,

both of you, before I change my mind.

Now, wait a minute, Mr Shame.

Yes, Miss Peaches.

- I thought there was $20 million.

- Well, there was.

But I was hired by a government official,

so I take my fee of 10%.

And, as nobody knew about the $20 million,

that entitles me to a finder's fee of 15%.

And since I'm your assistant,

that entitles me to...

$4.45 an hour.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant Nunez!

- Plus perks and bonuses.

Oh, Shame!

This reminds me of an episode

on ''General Hospital'' with Luke and Laura.

See, Luke was a spy. And right before

the bad guys got him, Laura ran in.

Peaches. Peaches!

Kiss me before I change my mind.

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