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Lynn looks across as Bud White heads toward the<br />
counter. Spotting her, Bud doesn't look so tough for a<br />
moment.<br />
OWNER<br />
You want it delivered?<br />
LYNN<br />
Before five tomorrow.<br />
The Owner spots Bud. A big smile turns to a frown.<br />
OWNER<br />
I'll be right with you, Lynn.<br />
The Owner begins indiscriminately loading hard liquor<br />
into a cardboard box, leaving Bud and Lynn to look at<br />
each other. Bud says the only thing he can think of.<br />
BUD<br />
Merry Christmas.<br />
LYNN<br />
Merry Christmas yourself, OFFICER.<br />
BUD<br />
That obvious, huh?<br />
LYNN<br />
(smiles sweetly)<br />
It's practically stamped on your<br />
forehead.<br />
As the Owner bangs a case of liquor on the counter...<br />
EXT. HOLLYWOOD LIQUOR - NIGHT<br />
Bud exits with his booze, heads for the car. Something<br />
catches his eye. A woman in the rear passenger seat of a<br />
new Cadillac. SUSAN LEFFERTS. Both her eyes are black.<br />
Bud starts over. The case on his hip, he motions for her<br />
to roll down the window. The driver's side door opens<br />
and bodyguard TURNER "BUZZ" MEEKS menaces his way out.<br />
MEEKS<br />
Get lost why don't you?<br />
Meeks stops short as Bud shoves his badge in Meeks' face.<br />
Setting the case on the car's hood, Bud spins Meeks<br />
around, pats him down. He finds a .38 in a shoulder<br />
holster.<br />
MEEKS<br />
I got a license for that.<br />
Bud removes Meeks' wallet, checks the ID.
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