Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Page #6

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- See, Gossamer would always take on...

...two cases

that were seemingly unrelated.

One's normal

and the other's some wild sh*t...

...then you'd find out

that they're connected.

That it's all one case.

That's the essence of the-

Yeah, I get that all the time. Would

you mind not rooting around in there?

It's tiny. Is this real?

Yeah, it's a derringer. It's loaded.

- I call it my f*ggot gun.

- Because?

It's only good for a couple shots, then

you gotta drop it for something better.

You asked, chief.

On with our lesson.

- My client is one Allison Ames. A-M-E-S.

- Ames.

Female. She hired me

to do some video surveillance.

- Is she a looker?

- Oh, man.

She opens the door,

she got nothing on but the radio.

Invites me to sit down,

sits on my lap...

- ...fires up a smoke.

- Really?

No. Idiot.

She hired me over the phone.

- Paid for it with a credit card.

- Okay.

Rule number one:

This business, real life, it's boring.

- Do you have to smoke?

- You want me to put it out?

Yeah, soon as you find a large, brown

clump of shrubs, just throw it in there.

So you knew Harmony in high school.

You said she dissed you.

No, not really.

She f***ed every other guy but me.

No, that's not true.

She made one concession.

She agreed not to f*** my best friend,

Chook Chutney.

He was my best friend,

so she gave me that.

- Well, that was nice of her.

- Even if he asked, she said she wouldn't.

Stay put. Be quiet.

"Chook Chutney"? Yeah, he's gay.

- What's wrong with his car?

- Do I look like a mechanic?

- Are we gonna follow him?

- Where'd he go?

He was right in front of us,

then he cut in- Where is he?

What the hell. He's gotta be somewhere.

He turned right in front of us.

- Jesus!

- Sh*t!

Harry, come back.

Harry.

- There's no one in the car. Harry.

- What?

Harry, stop.

- I think it's going down.

- Wait, the sound.

- Check the back seat.

- No, get the keys!

The keys! Get the keys!

Perry.

Perry?

Sh*t.

Perry!

Where'd she come from?

She was in the trunk.

I had to shoot the lock to get it open.

Oh, Jesus.

God, what did they do to her face?

- Is she dead?

- No. She's resting her eyes for a minute.

Of course she's f***ing dead.

Her neck's broken.

- Hey, what the hell's going on?

- Shut up.

- Hey, we got a dead girl here!

- Hey, shut up.

Two guys in masks,

and there they go.

What the f*** is going on?

This is bad.

We gotta roll before the cops come.

- Nix. We go right to the cops.

- Exactly, to the cops...

...who'll believe that she broke her neck

before you shot her in the head.

What?

- Come on, we gotta go.

- Oh, God.

- We gotta go. Go, go, go.

- Oh, God.

Oh, God.

- All right, we're out of here.

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