The Black Dahlia Page #3

What?

You and Lee partners.

It's nice.

It couldn't have worked out better

if you'd planned it, could it, Dwight?

Well, I could've beat him.

Except you didn't.

I don't know, sweetheart. Bucky

was somebody back in the day.

And here we all are...

It's nice.

It's more than nice.

Might even be worth those

front teeth of yours, Dwight.

A toast

to Proposition B.

To the Bleichert-Blanchard

rematch,

bigger than

Louis-Schmeling.

To my supercops!

To us!

From November

through the New Year,

Lee and I captured

parole and probation absconders.

After tours of duty, Lee and I

would go to the house and find Kay.

Sometimes she'd make

dinner for us.

Other times, the three of us

would go out on the town.

Always she'd be there

never between us,

always in the middle.

For New Year's,

we headed downtown

to a dinner club

owned by Morrie Friedman,

a friend of Mickey Cohen's

who sometimes clued

Lee in to L.A. drug traffic.

Happy New Year!

It was the best time

of my life.

Listen up!

Gentlemen, thank you.

"Raymond 'Junior' Nash.

"Statutory rape,

armed robbery, felony mayhem.

"Texas State Prison.

Alcatraz."

Mr. Nash pistol-whipped

a little old lady

at a stickup near Leimert

Park, Tuesday morning.

She died last night.

Anything common

in the sex beefs?

Negro girls. Young ones.

All the complainants

have been coloreds.

Junior Nash

was an inbred Okie sh*t-kicker

who came west and took

all us locals for easy marks

just because we prefer our

cowboys to look like Gene Autry.

Of course, I didn't care

if he was a hard man

or what he thought

about anything.

He raped children and beat

senior citizens to death.

He was a coward

and I wanted to put him down.

I got a tip for the hophead who's going

to be at Norton and Coliseum tonight.

Hey, partner,

everything good to go?

Yeah.

Nash just got a f*** pad

on Norton and Coliseum.

Scram! Get out of here!

Okay!

Fine.

- Don't make me say it twice!

- All right! We're going!

Make some money, man.

Oh, my! Oh, help!

Help me! Help, somebody!

Please! Help!

Stop! Stop the car!

Please stop! Stop! Stop!

Listen. I'm broke.

Baby, he's gonna cut

us a real good deal on this.

I have been knowing him

for a long time.

You ain't got to worry

about a thing, okay?

You ain't got to worry.

I got this dirty cop.

Mmm-hmm.

He's going to

take care of me real soon.

And I mean real soon.

Dirty cop?

I haven't heard

of a clean cop, Baxter.

I just want to go home.

Why do you do this to me, huh?

Why? Why this? Why? Why?

Same reason why you do this to

me. You know why I do this to you.

Where is this guy? He's right

there. We almost there. Come on.

Come on, baby! Come on.

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