The Last Boy Scout Page #4

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Very scared.

Bails out, dumps it in my lap.

He bailed too late.

They're scraping him off my stucco.

If Mike knew this was dangerous,

why didn't he say anything to you?

He was f***ing my wife.

I die. He gets the wife.

Free to go. Pick up your gun

at the property desk.

You took all day.

I got a call from the Bel Air P.D.

Senator Baynard has been getting

obscene phone calls.

It better not be you.

Anything else, lieutenant?

There's a new invention out:

The razor.

Too risky. I might start thinking

about you and slash my wrists.

- He got a beef with Baynard?

- The senator got him fired.

What was he, a cop?

Secret Service?

And Baynard had you fired?

How come?

None of your business.

What are you doing here?

I knocked out 4 of his teeth.

Ever play ball?

You got a good build.

You a fag?

Just trying to break the ice.

I like ice.

Leave it the f*** alone.

You're fun to be with.

F*** you.

So what's the next move, ace?

I'm going home.

It would seem my job is done.

F*** that.

We saw Cory get murdered.

You want your ass shot off,

be my guest.

You die,

I take your $600 pants.

You look familiar.

Do I know you?

You might. People recognize me.

"Cue Ball" Morton!

Sold hash in Boyle Heights.

I played football.

Jimmy Dix, L.A. Stallions.

- What position?

- Forget it.

Football. Free agents

ruined the goddamn game!

We may run into more fans.

Want my sunglasses?

- F*** you.

- Snappy comeback.

Where did Cory live?

Harper Apartments, on Melrose. Why?

Think I'll look around there.

I'll come with you.

The f***, you are.

Have a nice night, junior.

- I know where the extra key is.

- I won't need a key.

And you're not worried about the alarm.

It's pretty high-tech.

I put it in myself.

But you probably know

how to circumvent.

Circumvent?

It's called vocabulary.

- Read much?

- My subscription to Jugs just ran out.

Get in the car.

How did she afford this?

It must run a fortune.

- Tell me about it. I pay the rent.

- Isn't that charming.

She sounds like a real special girl.

What else you pay for?

Clothes? Car?

It wasn't like that. Cory could've

had rich guys. Me, she loved.

Love? Forget about it then.

- You don't believe in love.

- I believe in love. And cancer.

- Both diseases?

- Something like that.

I want to meet the b*tch

that f***ed you up.

Your show, ace.

- Security system?

- I circumvented it.

Don't touch anything.

Don't leave a mess for the cops.

Oh, my God.

- You vacuum, I'll dust.

- Stay put.

Go, Tarzan.

Who's this guy with Cory?

Shelly Marcone.

Owns the L.A. Stallions.

They dated. Treated her like sh*t.

And she left.

Where you going?

Bathroom. Want to come? Doc said I

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