A Low Down Dirty Shame Page #4

to wear these together. Get off me, ladies!

I hear the ladies screaming my name!

''Shame! Shame! Shame!''

''Leave me alone.

Stop talking at my silk drawers.''

- Are you making fun of me?

- Yeah. What else did you get?

You were right. She came here

about a month ago, looking for that perfume.

They didn't have any, so she left this number

and that PO box for the mailing list.

First thing in the morning,

I want you to go and see what's in this box.

Oh, my God!

Any truth to the evil twin rumour, Chad?

- It is him! It is Chad.

- Who?

Chad!

Chad! Chad from ''As the Heart Turns''!

That's right, sweetheart. The one and only.

- Peaches!

- That's what you get for dogging Donna!

And if you sleep with her sister,

I will come back for you.

Don't think that I won't. I don't play that.

You knew better than to pull crap like that!

Watch your back!

What's up, y'all?

Shame. Otra vez.

What is it that you want?

We're trying to have dinner here.

Thanks for inviting me, man.

I love Mexican food. You gonna eat this?

Mm! Delicioso!

What is it that you want, Shame?

Well, I thought

maybe we could help each other.

El pollo loco to you, too!

What kind of help can you give me, huh?

From what l hear,

you're not even a cop any more.

So why don't you do us all a big favour

and get the f*** out of here?

Ouch! Luis!

Why you want to talk to me like that?

Damn! You gonna diss me like that

after all these years?

Sh*t! I knew Luis when he used to sell PCP

to school kids.

But now you're on top and I'm not.

That's cool. All I want you to do

is deliver a message.

I want you to tell Mendoza

that I know he's alive.

And there's no place that he can hide.

I'm gonna be wrecking sh*t like a 7.0,

and when he falls, his ass is mine.

And this time, I will not miss.

Pobrecito Shame. You should have left

when you had the chance, amigo.

They sell some stuff on TV you can spray

on your head and cover your bald spot.

Have a seat.

OK. You respect my sh*t,

and I'll respect yours.

Buenas noches, shitheads.

Hey, Shame. Hello!

How many fingers?

You don't look too good.

Let me give you some advice.

Stay out of business that's not yours.

You keep chasing ghosts,

you're gonna end up in a graveyard.

Wait a minute!

Shoot, knocking on my door like that!

Who the hell is it, any-goddamn-way,

this time of night?

It better be Ed McMahon with a lot of money!

Must be crazy, coming here.

What happened to you?

I went partying

with Rodney King and Reginald Denny.

I'm onto something.

I gotta go see Rothmiller in the morning.

Come on.

- Easy.

- Hold still.

Shame?

How come the only time I get to hold you

is when you're all bloody and bruised?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes