A Low Down Dirty Shame Page #2

- You ain't got no sodas!

- You got one in your desk, right?

- Yes, in my desk.

- Well, get the man a soda.

Thank you.

Have a seat, man. So, Sonny,

what brings you to my neck of the woods?

Shame.

How'd you like to work a case with me?

- What's the DEA need with me?

- Not the DEA. Me.

This is personal.

Off the record, and tailor-made for you.

OK. You got my curiosity.

You remember her?

Is this a joke? Yeah, I remember her.

She turned him in, Shame. Six months ago,

she came into my office and told me...

the man she was living with

was Ernesto Mendoza.

And the next day, she skipped town.

What is this?

Mendoza's dead, and you know it, man.

Oh, yeah? You sure about that?

After you shot him,

did you check his vitals? Huh?

Or were you trying

to get your ass out of there?

Think about it, Shame.

What if he's not dead?

What if he changed his face?

Laid low and then resurfaced?

Hey, I'm sorry. You're gonna have to

find yourself another guy. I ain't with this.

Find another guy, my ass!

Mendoza was your prize!

We worked five years at infiltrating him.

It ended in a bloodbath

with us on the short end of the stick.

Yeah, and I don't need you coming in here,

reminding me about Mexico.

I had my nightmares.

That sh*t is behind me now.

Oh, yeah?

When's the last time you been out?

When's the last time you had a good time?

When's the last time you had a date?

Look at yourself, Shame. You look like sh*t.

You're taking on suicide jobs,

just to make a buck.

What are you? A f***ing therapist?

I'm your friend.

He beat you,

and I'm giving you a chance to get even.

How do you know she's even in LA?

Surveillance photos at LAX

put her here two months ago.

- You run her through the computers?

- Every single one. Nothing.

Shame, I've only got three days.

What do you say?

- I'll find her in two.

- Yes, yes!

Look, I gotta run, OK?

But if you need anything,

I can be reached at this number.

Hey, Sonny, one thing. You promise me I'm

there when you slap the cuffs on Mendoza.

Under one condition.

You dress for the occasion.

- I don't want him to see you like this.

- I'll even get a haircut.

This is gonna be great, like the old days.

- I'll call you.

- OK, I'll talk to you. Bye, Peaches.

Where do we start?

Well...how about this?

- ''Covenant''?

- The only perfume she wears.

Very exotic, very expensive,

and very hard to find.

- That's the only place in LA that sells it.

- Now, how do you know all this?

I bought a bottle once, for her birthday.

Wait a minute. Hold up! You mean to tell me

that you used to date her?

Why you got to say it like that?

Because you look... No, she looks like...

Yeah, I guess you're right.

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