One for the Money Page #6

- Thank you!

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

- Sure.

No, I don't think you understand.

He got shot with the gun he bought me!

You're hyperventilating.

Steph, you should relax.

Get yourself a little snack or something.

A snack? That's your advice?

That's always my advice.

A snack wasn't a bad idea, actually.

And as long as I was there,

I grabbed one for Lula, too.

What did you bring, mama?

Ice cold.

Yeah.

Hey! What you want?

I'm talking to my friend here! Go around!

Go around!

Now, what was your question, sweetie?

Look, I don't want to get anybody

in any trouble.

What kind of game you playing?

Say the first thing that comes to mind,

that's all.

Just the first thing.

Truck, orange, with a stripe.

- Step away, Lula. Don't...

- Ramirez.

- Damn.

- Yes, I knew it.

God Almighty.

Would you please stop talking to this girl?

- I think I piss her off.

- That's just her.

You know,

we got this good cop, bad cop thing going.

Except we're hookers.

Stop talking!

Go away, bee. This ain't your hive.

You see?

Yeah. Give me a second.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You talk to a guy named Cho this morning?

He was the first one on the scene.

The guy's a real riot. Why?

Your boy just took a dive

from a four-story window.

I heard it on the scanner.

Hold on a second.

Get off me!

Anyway...

- It might have been an accident.

- No. Absolutely not. Somebody killed him.

Yeah, well, it also might have been

punishment for talking to you.

You gotta stay sharp, Plum.

You got enemies you can't see

and you need to lay low.

- Are you listening to me?

- I am. I am.

- I gotta run.

- Oh.

- Okay. Well, thank you.

- Sure, no problem. I'll see you soon.

I'd been on the job three days

and I'd already been attacked

by a psychopathic fighter,

I'd gotten Ranger shot,

and now Cho is dead.

On top of all that, I was nowhere close

to finding Carmen or bringing in Morelli.

Mmm.

No?

Later, then.

Lula! Lula! Lula!

God, I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna get you help, okay?

Hey! Hey, somebody help me!

You've been here all day

waiting for MRI's and sh*t. Go home.

You got better things to do than to wait

for Lula's Jurassic ass to be discharged.

Look at this fool.

Look, I just want to

apologize for him, okay?

'Cause I don't like

when this sort of thing happens, you know.

I mean, the way he treats women,

I don't know what's the matter with him.

I knew he was crazy. I just didn't

know he was psycho, that's all.

Yeah, I don't think we're the ideal

audience to be complaining to.

Jesus. Lula, I'm so sorry.

I mean, nobody told me.

Did he break anything?

Here, these are for you.

Look, I'll pay for all the bills.

Jimmy Alpha.

Take these stink-ass flowers!

No, you gave them to me.

- She's gonna be fine.

- Oh, yeah.

Look, I'm not excusing him or nothing,

but just take a day

before you press charges, all right?

He can't take another assault charge,

is all I'm saying.

You call me on this.

But if he bothers you or anything,

you call me.

You call me right away, okay?

- Ahh!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- All right, help me on up. Come on.

- All right.

Okay, let me... Watch my arm.

- Okay, okay.

- Okay.

Just watch your step.

- Get some rest. See you all later.

- All right.

Come on.

This may have started with Morelli

and the 50 grand,

but it wasn't about that any more.

Now, it's personal.

You gotta put some guys on Stark.

Ramirez just beat the hell out

of a friend of mine

and he killed John Cho

and Rosa Gomez is next, Eddie.

She's got a little kid with her.

You gotta do something.

Nobody killed John Cho.

He was a garden-variety pothead.

No known associates,

not even a blip on the radar.

He was smart and funny.

He saw the whole thing go down.

He talked to me, Eddie.

- And he's dead!

- Calm down.

How are you not seeing this?

Rosa Gomez is next, mark my words.

They talk, they die. Do something!

If he's coming after me,

I'm looking for a fight.

It's okay, Steph.

I...

I need your help.

You look like you could eat something.

Come on.

Sorry, bro.

Wow. Nicely done.

Thank you.

It's all you had in there.

That and Halloween candy.

Your hamster eats better than you.

- Not tonight, he doesn't.

- Not tonight.

You got a 9-millimeter Glock?

Yeah. Service pistol.

You still got it?

I'm still a cop.

Can't take it away if they can't find me.

It's just a matter of time.

You know that, right?

The villagers are lighting their torches.

It doesn't hurt that you're

a dead-or-alive proposition.

Wow.

There it is, huh?

There's no evidence

that anyone was shooting at you.

No bullets in the walls, the doorjambs.

No powder on Ziggy's hands, no gun.

No one left alive to say

one way or another.

- What do you expect?

- I don't expect anything.

What I want is to find Ziggy's gun

to prove it misfired.

That's kind of hard

with a pile of cash tied to my tail,

you know what I'm saying?

Look, I'm going to go out on a limb

here and say that

you don't want to share the reward

or the credit with anybody else.

I can help you with that.

I'm listening.

Well, the only person with ties

to both Carmen and Ziggy is Ramirez.

Right? Everyone else is dead.

Well, no, there was one other guy, but...

He didn't happen to have

a flat nose, did he?

Oh.

Sh*t, Plum. Nice.

- We got to draw Ramirez out.

- That's a big "we."

I'm not gonna be bait

so you can move out of your van, Joe.

Ah, no offense, but you can't

bring me in without my cooperation.

I'm bigger, stronger,

and a lot meaner than you.

Plus...

I'd rather be shot

than go in before I'm ready. So...

You need my help with this, Plum.

Believe it.

Fifty thousand changes my world.

All right, I'm in.

But I think we both know

that the money's secondary.

Keep flapping your lips.

I'm in it for the cash.

Oh! That's a lie.

It's a lie.

You see, that little vein in your neck.

It's pulsing.

You want to be the one.

It's okay, you can admit it.

Ancient history.

Like the pyramids, baby.

You look like hell, by the way.

I've been waiting a long time to say that

and mean it.

Wanna say it again?

Nah.

You'll have to take a bath.

I don't have a shower curtain.

You can stay here if you want.

No one's been this nice to me

in a long, long time.

I know.

Okay. Good night.

Night.

Yo!

Rise and shine, badass.

Did you sleep?

Yeah, like a rock.

Yeah, me, too.

Stand up, lift your shirt.

Wow.

Not even a "please," huh?

Actually, just take it off.

Please?

- Come on, it's strictly professional.

- Yeah.

Look, it's a wire, okay?

It's our best option.

Pretty bra.

Thank you.

Best option for what?

Best option in case someone starts talking,

we have it on tape.

'Cause, you know, for whatever reason,

people talk to you.

God knows why.

Stand still, will you?

I highly doubt anybody's gonna come out

and incriminate themselves to me on tape.

I'm not just miccing you to record you.

Excuse me.

I'm doing this so I can hear you.

So I know you're safe.

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