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,
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
cowboys to look like Gene Autry.
Of course, I didn't care
if he was a hard man
or what he thought
about anything.
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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