Be Cool Page #6

Look, do you want your money

or what, my man?

First off, I ain't your man,

you a**hole.

You remember my driver Elliot.

Elliot, give this man the envelope.

Ain't you gonna count it?

Nick ain't got the balls to stiff me.

I like that idea you had

about having a bat in the car.

I had my man Elliot

go out and get one.

A red bat!

You don't send a queer to get a bat.

They like these shiny queer things.

What you want... It's not your fault...

What you want is a wood bat.

See, like a Louisville Slugger.

Let me see.

Hold this for me, please. Thank you.

You see, a bat like this,

it messes up a kid's swing.

You gotta take too long of a swipe

across the plate, you see?

He never develops those fast hands

you're gonna need for the majors,

you understand?

I don't know how fast

it's gotta be for my needs,

you know what I'm sayin' to you?

I ain't gonna be up in no majors...

You like that one, huh?

Here's your sandwich.

What's up?

Raji, I think he's chokin'.

You clownin' me?

Joe, are you clownin' with me?

You don't ever disrespect me!

One!

Raji, Raji, Raji.

Damn.

He's dead.

Man!

Talk all that sh*t, man.

This right here,

this was the cost of doin'... business!

All I want is some appreciation, Elliot.

Chili Palmer don't realize

how hard I work for Linda Moon.

I tried to make her a superstar!

What do I expect in return?

What do I expect in return?

My name on the damn CD so small

you can barely read the damn thing!

And where's that at?

Where's that always at?

On the back, at the bottom.

"Produced by Raji. "

In tiny little letters, man!

And I will not let him

take that from me!

Now it's time I got some respect!

I will straight smoke Chili Palmer!

I didn't take you

for a Black Eyed Peas fan.

Well, when they hooked up

with Sergio Mendes, they won me over.

Do you ever think

about becoming a singer?

- A singer?

- Yeah.

Me?

Nah.

But I was a real live

Vegas showgirl once.

- Really?

- Yeah.

As soon as I was

done washing clothes, I got lucky.

One of those Tropicana revues,

you know?

Thanks.

Chili, I worked so hard starting NTL.

I'm a bit too old to go back to Vegas.

I want you to stop worrying.

We're gonna meet Steven Tyler.

You know, I would've liked

to seen you dance.

Yeah?

Well, you still can.

Yeah? How's that?

Do you dance, Chili?

Me? I'm from Brooklyn.

Okay, so we walk in the Staples Center

with Linda's CD.

- Right.

- And then what?

We put a gun to Steven's head

and say, "Linda's playing

with Aerosmith. "

You really like the music business,

don't you, Chil?

Love it.

Me, too.

Tommy and me,

we had a few records on the air,

but I'd just like one time

to turn on the radio

and say, "That's my song.

I produced that. "

Somethin', somethin' with soul.

You know?

Your hair's different, huh?

Yeah.

I had it trimmed.

Good night, Chili.

All right.

Drive safe.

That's the pawn shop my friend

from the OC told me about.

It's surrounded by the Feds.

They're watching these Russians.

There he is.

- Oh, yeah.

- His name's Roman Bulkin.

What are you doin'?

Are you crazy?

They know what you look like.

What are you gonna tell 'em?

No more than I have to, if that.

- One twenty-two. George.

- That's 4-8-8 Sunset.

Subject's approaching

northwest corner.

You've got a lot of balls.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

There's half a dozen

undercover cops outside.

Don't give 'em a reason to come in.

Nyet!

Now, did you take this picture?

Go to hell, you greasy wop

son of a b*tch.

Now you're the one

that's gonna need protection.

You go now.

Is that chest hair real?

Roman, look at me.

The next time you send someone over

to kill me, make sure I'm home.

Have a nice day.

Yes!

Like that?

Scorchin'!

Mr. Palmer.

- How are you doin', Marla?

- All right.

- You got a second?

- Sure.

So, what are you

doing here, Mr. Palmer?

Well, you know, when I was a kid,

I went to a Jimi Hendrix concert

and this pawn shop here

has got a '68 Stratocaster,

the same guitar he used to play.

And the guy won't sell it to me.

This guy look familiar to you?

Maybe from back

in your Brooklyn days?

Yeah. That's Joe Lupino.

Joe Loop.

Is that his head shot?

Couple's in Griffith Park last night,

two dudes pulled in,

one of them's wearing

one of those pimp hats,

they pop the trunk, toss out a body

that's been worked over by a baseball bat.

It's Joe Loop.

- Baseball bat, huh?

- Baseball bat.

Yeah, and they pulled

a Mama Cass on him, too.

The coroner found half a ham sandwich

stuffed down his throat.

You wouldn't happen to know

what Joe was up to, now, would you?

No, but I wouldn't be surprised

if he was in the record business.

Think it coulda been a mob hit?

Maybe. Except for the ham sandwich.

There he is.

Right there.

See the two seats next to him?

That's where we are. Come on.

Chil. Do you think Steven's

gonna remember me?

Edie, believe me,

you're hard to forget. Come on.

- Edie, over there.

- Got it.

- How'd you get these seats?

- I have a friend.

They're incredible.

Your attention. Please.

At the conclusion

of tonight's game.

Listen for the Laker wrap-up show

on your Laker flag...

Oh, my God!

Look at you!

Baby, you look gorgeous.

Oh, my God!

You look incredible!

- How are you?

- I'm great!

Well, look at you.

Look how those legs go up

and make an ass out of themselves.

You still got that Aerosmith tattoo

on your ass?

Where would it go?

It's working.

Well, I tell you what,

why don't you park that right there?

Tell me something.

What was that stuff you put in our clothes?

Do you mean the lavender water?

Yeah, the lavender water.

- I can't believe you...

- I'll never forget that smell.

Joe Perry's still talking about that.

Oh, my God!

Steven, I want you to meet

my very good friend.

It's an absolute honor to meet you.

The shylock.

Yeah.

I saw you on Larry King.

It was you and...

- Ariel Sharon.

- That was a hell of a show.

- Yeah, thanks, man.

- Yeah.

Robert, listen to me.

There's no problem.

No one's left the Chicks.

We're gonna play the gig, bro.

Ciao.

Linda's gonna play the gig?

What do you think?

Where the hell is Joe Loop?

I haven't seen him.

Not since I paid him.

Gave him what he had coming.

Christ.

I'm bangin' the phones

from dawn till dusk.

Bobby finally wants the Chicks

to play Last Samurai,

but we don't have Linda.

I feel you, man.

- My man.

- My man.

You guys will never guess

who I saw today.

Chili Palmer.

Has anyone not seen him?

I'm at the Boot Barn on Sunset,

and I see him talking to this cop

in a Crown Vic.

You guys remember the pawn shop

by the bakery?

Yeah, I know that place.

Stolichnaya?

It's thick with Russians.

Well, one of 'em walks out,

points his fingers like a gun at Chili.

Jesus Christ.

The guy in Chili's house,

the dead guy?

I read in the paper he was Russian.

So?

So these Russians are probably

the ones that killed Tommy Athens.

And they know Chili can identify 'em.

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