Pistol Whipped Page #6

well, but ugly as a son of a b*tch.

Oh, jeez, that's only me

and maybe a few hundred

thousand other guys in this city.

You know what, Blue?

They was talking about you.

At the time you were

probably f***ing drunk.

You better straighten your ass

out, Matt. You got a job to do.

The guy I showed you,

we wanted him dead yesterday.

And it's almost tomorrow.

You're right.

I got to get on top of my

game, and I'm working on it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Matt.

Hey, baby, how you doing?

Hi, Becky's in school.

Yeah, well, I didn't really

come to see Becky.

Steve was off today and

I wanted to see him.

Yeah, you should have called.

Well, you know,

sometimes when I do that,

he kind of makes up

some bullshit excuse

about what he can't do

and stuff, you know.

That's not what I meant.

It's just... Steve isn't here.

He had something

he needed to take care of,

so I'm afraid you came up

for nothing.

No, I didn't. I got to see

you. And you're looking good.

You always could

lay it on thick.

(SIGHS)

Do you want some coffee?

I'll take a rain check

on that.

You know, you could stay for

dinner. Steve will be home by then,

and then you could talk about

whatever it is that's bothering you.

Yeah, unfortunately,

this won't wait.

Okay.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Is Steve around?

What, do you need

another favor?

No, I need my balls scratched,

can you help me?

Steve's the man for that,

he's in his office.

All right.

What the f*** is

he doing here?

What's all this?

Well, this is my division.

Roving task force.

We get assignments, six months,

a year, we go where they send us.

Organized crime,

drug dealers, whatever.

Well, you know, it's about

time you get your honors.

You got passed up

for a long time,

so I'm glad it's finally

happening for you, that's good.

Yeah.

That's nice.

Let's walk.

So I ran Blue through NCIC, both

as a real name and as an aka.

and the other 50% are so small

that you can't even see them.

Something tells me that the guy

you're looking for is not small-time.

Yeah, I wouldn't think so.

What else you got?

Well, I don't even know

if I should tell you this.

If it was hearsay it'd be more

solid. But I did some checking around.

I know a guy, a fed,

real solid guy, I trust him.

And he asked back

and came back with somebody

who knew somebody

who knew somebody

who used to know a guy

who called himself that. Blue.

Uh-huh.

And what did somebody

who knows somebody

who knows somebody

have to say?

He says this Blue is a very

serious man. A kind of ghost.

The kind of guy that if

you had his latent prints

you couldn't match them to any

database because they don't exist.

Look, Matt,

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