Walk of Shame Page #5

I knew it! You bastard!

I'm sorry.

Meghan. Meghan,

please don't call me again.

Baby, can you please come help me?

It is over, okay?

Listen, Meghan.

Listen to me.

Now you listen, motherf***er.

I don't know what you did to Meghan

Miles from the motherfucking news,

but you better drag your

cracker-ass out of bed...

This nigga is a cracker, right?

Oh, he's a cracker.

And get down to this crack house

and get Meghan Miles

the f*** out of here.

She has to go do

the motherfucking news,

or else she won't get

her f***ing promotion.

Give me that.

Yo. You show one more

motherfucking ounce

of disrespect to this woman,

and I swear I will track your b*tch-ass

down and set your ass on fire.

You hear me? Now, I got your

number in my phone, b*tch.

Say something else!

That's good.

That was so sweet. Really.

Okay, okay. Yes. Yes, sir.

I got you.

Thank you.

Who's that?

That was Scrilla and Hulk. They

are also acquaintances of mine.

Are you in a crack house?

Yes, Kyle. That is what

I am trying to tell you.

I am in a crack house.

Oh, sh*t.

Die slow, motherf***er!

Is this a joke, Meghan?

What the f*** is happening?

Meghan Miles from the news,

you got to go now.

Go through that door,

make a right,

go down the steps.

You'll see a vent.

Jump in it and it'll take

you out the back. Go, go!

You got this, right?

Wait up, b*tch from the news.

I'm gonna put some

caps in your ass!

Why is this happening to me?

Right down here.

Who the f*** are you,

motherfuckers?

Oh, my bad.

Pookie?

Yeah, it's me.

Come on, to the right.

Come on.

Now go to the right. Okay.

Get off me!

This way, Meghan Miles!

Who was that?

Why is that happening?

I don't know.

That was insane. I don't want to get shot.

Just keep going.

I was just out having a good time.

Come on.

12th Street crack house. Shots fired.

Three black males. One Caucasian

female in a yellow dress.

Do you believe this?

Maybe it's some other white

chick in a yellow dress.

Hey, hey. Whoa.

You saw this lady?

You've got to go talk

to the Lieutenant.

No, we don't.

Yeah, you do.

Actually, we do.

I know we do. You're just

supposed to say we don't.

Ah, sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t.

Pookie...

Do you know where

the impound lot is?

Where they tow cars to?

The tow to. Do you know where that is?

Is it nearby?

Yeah, okay, the impound lot.

What you want to do, you want to

take this street all the way down.

Hit Western. Follow that like

it's your yellow brick road.

You are going

to go under the 10.

If you hit Dollar Taco,

you've gone too far.

The Western and the 10.

You're sure?

I'm about sure. But look, don't

use the bathroom at Dollar Taco.

It's really bad. Don't do it.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, you be good.

Wait, wait!

What?

Oh. No, no.

Here. No, take this.

Pookie, I can't take your crack.

It's worth about

$10 on the street.

But don't smoke it.

It normally doesn't end well.

At least for me.

Pookie, I cannot

take your crack.

No, no, no.

I insist. Please.

When a crackhead

gives you his crack,

you have his heart right there.

Just remember to shout out

your boy, Pookie,

the next time

you're on the air, okay?

Okay.

And don't forget to shout

out Scrilla and Hulk.

Yup.

And Skip, Skip-a-doo.

Treezy, B-Bow,

not to be

confused with G-Bow...

Little Markeese, and also

my uncle, Joseph. Sure.

He's locked down in Chino.

Okay.

Oh, and Meghan Miles.

Yeah?

Be well.

Be well, too.

I'll be well if I

get my ass out of here.

For two years,

there's been a tenuous peace

between the Gangster Disciples

and the Figueroa Crew.

Then, all of a sudden, some mystery

white woman in a yellow dress

shows up and everything

goes to sh*t.

I know, it's crazy.

Add to that,

she jacks a cab driver.

Now she's running

with Scrilla's gang.

No, no, no.

She's just a hooker.

We saw her at the Point.

Yeah.

And you didn't bring her in?

I wanted to.

Tell you what, Lieutenant, how about we

just brief the next shift coming in...

Next shift? Ain't no

next shift for you.

You two can ID her. You're staying

on until we bring her in.

Caucasian, yellow dress, hooker.

Back to the streets, fellas.

Sorry. What's wrong with you?

"I wanted to."

Protect and serve.

Yeah, go f*** yourself, Vic.

"It's Meghan. Help.

Lost in the hood."

Who this?

Oh, hey... This is...

I'm looking for Meghan.

B*tch from the news?

She gone.

Don't call this

number again, motherf***er.

Oh, sorry. I didn't

see you there.

You're Meghan Miles, that Channel

Six News lady. En vivo!

En vivo. What are you

doing down here?

It's a long story.

You don't have $5, do you?

In the store, I do.

Well, can you wait right here?

Sure.

For $5, let me take your photo

and I'll put it on the wall.

Oh! No, I can't have...

And then I put it on Facebook

and everyone likes it.

No, no. You can't put

a photo on Facebook.

No photos. I'll send you a headshot.

I'll send you something.

Hey, look! Meghan Miles

on the walk of shame!

Uh... Meghan's phone.

Who's this?

Where's Meghan?

This is Gordon.

I met Meghan last night.

Where is she now?

Why do you have her phone?

Did you hurt her?

No. No.

We went home

together last night,

and I'm thinking she might be

in some trouble right now.

She left her phone here and I

have no idea where she is.

You better be

telling the truth, psycho.

Because I will

out-psycho you.

And if you hurt Meghan, I will

rain f***ing fury down on you.

Relax.

Where do you live?

244 Traction.

Where the f*** is that?

It's downtown,

near the Sixth Street Bridge.

People live there?

Yeah, I do.

Buzz 810 when you get here.

All right.

Well, you stay there

or I'm calling the cops.

Denise, get up.

I'm up.

I can hear your sound machine.

I need to just lie here.

It's bad. It's really bad.

Denise, just get up. Meghan might

be in trouble. She needs us.

You don't understand.

Hey, babe, is everything cool?

Please don't touch me.

Who is that?

I made a terrible

mistake last night.

I think I may have

taken Iggy Pop home.

All right, all right.

What's up? What's up?

All right, all right.

What's up? What's up?

There you go.

What the f*** is this?

Hi.

All right.

Hey, I don't want to

waste anyone's time.

I'm going to assume

that you're a crack dealer.

And I was wondering

if you wanted a little more.

A little more what?

A little more crack.

You know, like, maybe I could

cash it in for some money.

You want to sell me crack?

Well, I technically

don't want to sell it

because I think

that that's wrong,

but I was hoping to maybe

make a return or something.

Oh. Okay. A return.

Yeah. Yeah. But you

got the receipt?

Or maybe the box it came in?

Come on, man.

I just have the crack.

Oh, you just got the crack?

Yeah. That's all I have.

And I just thought, you know,

you could add it to your stash,

give me, like, 10 bucks,

and then you could

sell it for more,

and then that's good business.

You don't walk into McDonald's

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