To Live and Die in L.A. Page #3

Take your shot!

Not taking any of that man.

- How did that last stuff go?

- Hell, man, I had it sold within a week.

Needed more, but you

changed the phone numbers.

- I had people begging for them 20s.

- Had to lay low for a while.

That's what I heard.

Heard someone popped

your mule at the airport.

That's what I wanted

to talk to you about.

He's up in Obispo, and I think

he may try to deal his way out.

- How much of a problem would that be?

- Ain't no big thing.

But ain't nobody gonna work for free.

- What would it take?

- It'll cost you 100 k in 20s...

...if they're as good as the last ones.

Fifty thousand in 100s. It's

all I have on hand at the moment.

Big bills ain't popular in this

neighborhood, brother. It's gotta be 20s.

Well, I might be able to find...

...50,000 or so in 20s

lying around somewhere.

Can I ask you something?

As long as you print that yourself...

...what the hell do you care

if I make 25, 50 or 100 grand?

It'd be nothing but

motherfucking paper to you.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll take 75 k in 20s, and I'll

personally guarantee the job.

You still driving that piece of sh*t?

- What they showing tonight?

- It's that galactical warrior movie.

- I hate that space sh*t, man.

- It's nothing but science fiction, man.

What's going down, Reuben?

They're gonna move on somebody.

- Yeah? Somebody getting whacked out?

- Yeah.

Don't know who?

Could be anybody.

Just keep an eye out.

- Am I being hit, man?

- I don't know. It's someone over here.

- Cody!

- Son of a b*tch.

You're mine, motherf***er.

- Come here, I got something for your ass.

- It's for you!

Come here! Get him!

Shag his ass!

Hold it! Lay low!

Get off me!

Help me!

- How you doing?

- Hello. Room three.

Thanks.

Pretty girl, Carl.

Actress?

- Stomach problems?

- Ulcer.

Remember me?

Football game at the airport?

They want me to have an operation,

but I can't stand the thought...

...of one of those prison

butchers slicing me open.

I'd rather drink this sh*t-pink cement.

I want to get Rick masters.

I've taken four falls. I never

ratted anybody in my life...

...and I've had plenty

of chances, believe me.

Masters is your friend.

I don't blame you.

I would never hang up a friend.

Anybody who would is a piece of sh*t.

The thing is, your friend

tried to have you iced.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna

roll over and play informer.

If you're looking for a

pigeon, go to the park.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You help me, I'll get to a judge, have

your sentence reduced to a parole...

...get you out of here.

What would I have to do?

- Like, exactly.

- Simple.

Show me where you print and

testify against him in open court.

I'd rather stay here the rest of

my life than testify in open court.

Then you better lock your cell

door and throw away the key...

...because I cannot

take care of you in here.

I got all it takes, brother.

Hello, Jeff.

What are you doing in my crib?

You sent two a**holes to

do Cody, and they blew it.

I paid you half. I want it back.

Yeah, well...

...i'm trying to get

that money back myself.

I had to front the whole purchase

to get my people to do their thing...

...so I ain't got any more.

Well, then you better try and sh*t 40

grand, because I ain't leaving without it.

I owe you, Cody.

Next time, there'll be no fuckup.

What next time?

He's in protective custody.

Hell...

protective custody

don't mean sh*t to me.

The man's dead.

In a pig's ass.

I want my paper, Jeff.

I can't afford to have

it circulating right now.

And I told you I don't have it.

Get it.

Now, look, my man...

...i told you I don't have

what you're looking for...

...so why don't you make

it easy on yourself...

...and just shag your

ass out of my crib.

Now, you be a printer.

Go get some ink...

...and start printing

some more of that sh*t.

What's happening, fella?

Yeah, you, a**hole!

What are you gonna do now, motherf***er?

You broke your contract with me, Jeff.

Now, I don't know

whether you're into it...

...but you're gonna have to suck on

this until you give me back my paper.

- How much are you gonna burn?

- All of it.

Why?

No good to me after they handled it.

- What do you want?

- I got a writ I need you to sign.

What kind of writ?

I need the release of a prisoner

from San Luis to help me in a case.

- Must be a big case.

- The target's a major counterfeiter...

- ...involved in the murder of a federal agent.

- I never sign such writs.

Why are you still here?

I spent all morning on this.

I would appreciate it if you

would be kind enough to look at it.

Okay. Now I've looked at it.

Look, I gotta have this guy out.

Didn't you come in here about a week

ago and ask me to hold him without bail?

Yes, and I'll assume full

responsibility for getting him back.

I don't need the headache.

Cody is an associate of Rick masters.

Masters has been making a mockery

out of you, me and this whole system.

That doesn't change the fact that he's

on a no-bail hold awaiting arraignment.

He killed my partner, man.

The answer is still no.

If I was one of your cronies...

...you'd be spread-eagle on

your desk to do this for me.

Don't say something you'll regret later.

Come back here!

Let me look at it again.

If this prisoner escapes from custody...

...i'll make you testify in open court

about how he made a fool out of you.

Now get the hell out of here.

If you cross me, I will dedicate my

life to putting you back in here...

...and I will make sure you

do all five. You got that?

You have my promise.

I wanna know where masters prints

and I want you to take me there now.

Then we're going downtown

to swear out your statement.

- Can I ask a favor?

- What?

My daughter's in the

hospital. She's pretty sick.

Do you think we could

stop by Santa Fe hospital?

It's on the way to where I'm taking you.

- You're pulling my dick.

- I swear, man. Check it out.

- What's your daughter's name?

- Rozanne Brown.

Lincoln 14-3-1 to Los

Angeles base, over.

Go ahead, 3-1.

Yeah. Request you

phone Santa Fe hospital.

Find out if they have a patient

named Rozanne Brown, please. Over.

Roger.

You have any kids?

Well, I tell you, it changes

the way you look at things.

Yeah?

I'm not looking to screw up anymore.

Rozanne Brown is in room 306.

The elevators are over there.

Thank you.

You have to come up to the room with me?

Come here.

- What happened to your daughter?

- She was in a park, and this little monkey...

Rozanne Brown is a black woman.

She's recuperating from a fall

she took from a bicycle near USC.

She's married. Her husband

is listed as serving time...

...for armed robbery at

San Luis Obispo prison.

Thanks.

I think you ought to let

us take a look at you.

I don't have a lot of time.

I'm in the middle of a trial.

- What kind of trial?

- It's a dope case.

A client got busted smuggling

50 pounds of cocaine.

I should be able to get him

off. The search warrant's weak.

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