To Live and Die in L.A. Page #3

field office, Los Angeles.

Office of attorney max waxman...

...corner of walnut

and Los Robles streets.

This is day three,

January 11th, 2200 hours...

...reports of agents

Vukovich and Chance.

Looks like he's got a guest.

He must like tall women.

What a guy.

What is happening?

Long time, no see.

Heard you were on stage again.

What does ricky-boy think about that?

- Quantity?

- 125 grand.

I've seen better.

I'll give you 10 points for the package.

- Twenty points is the price.

- Where am I gonna get 20 points?

Off the back of a turnip truck?

Tell Rick he can kiss my ass.

Twenty points or I'm out of here.

What do you hear from Cody?

Problems.

I know you and Rick had your doubts

about me on this Cody thing...

...and I want to tell you

I hope that's over with.

I am straight with Rick. I

would never f*** with Rick.

He never talks to me about his business.

He told me to tell you if you like

the paper, he wants your order. Now.

No problem. That's cool.

I'd love to make a jump in the rain.

You ever do any base-jumping?

It's great.

I used to jump off

garages when I was a kid.

Can I bring you something else?

- No, thanks, father.

- It's great.

Listen, why don't you make

a jump with me sometime?

- Yeah?

- Yeah, you'd love it. It's fabulous.

Once you get over the first

fear, it's a piece of cake.

It's the greatest feeling you'll ever have.

Float out, your balls go into your throat.

I think I'll take a pass, partner.

You know, I could help you...

...if you ever get in trouble.

- You know what I mean?

- No.

Not here.

I love the rain.

Yeah. It's groovy.

Come on.

Take off your glasses.

Come here.

How you doing, max?

First you rip me off,

then you set up Carl...

...now you want to f*** my lady.

She came on to me, man. I swear it.

What a tragedy.

I want my 600 k.

I didn't have anything to

do with getting Cody set up.

Do you know that your

house is under surveillance?

You know you're living

like an animal in the zoo?

Get up!

Open up, max. Make good

and we'll be friends again.

- Rick! Look out!

- Come here.

He's looking for something. Rick!

18th-century Cameroon.

Yes...

...your taste is in your ass.

Police!

Police officer!

Open the door!

Police! You inside, open the door!

Open this door! Police!

What's going on?

Get up!

The whole caper's gone. Come on!

- What's that?

- I took it out of Waxman's office.

It's some kind of dealer's code.

John, he's got all his

delivery dates in here.

He's got no names, but

he's got amounts, initials.

Look at this:
" R.M.,

R. M." Every other page.

It's a crime scene. The book is evidence.

What if the cop remembers it's missing?

That rookie couldn't remember what he

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