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JACK<br />
We're looking for three colored<br />
guys who like to pop off shotguns.<br />
One of 'em owns a purple Merc<br />
coupe.<br />
BOXER<br />
You wanna get me a fuckin' snitch<br />
jacket?<br />
JACK<br />
You wanna buy your brother ten<br />
years...? You don't have to say<br />
anything. Just look at this list<br />
and point. Here.<br />
Jack holds the DMV list out to the Boxer, who waves it<br />
off.<br />
BOXER<br />
He's bad, so I'll just tell you.<br />
Sugar Ray Coates. Drives a '49<br />
coupe, a beautiful ride. Don't<br />
know about shotguns, but he gets<br />
his thrills killing dogs. He is<br />
righteous trash.<br />
Jack and Exley scan the list. Jack's finger stabs down<br />
on, "Coates, Raymond, 9611 South Central, Room 414."<br />
JACK<br />
That's five minutes from here.<br />
EXT. 1736 NOTTINGHAM (LYNN BRACKEN'S) - DAY<br />
Lynn does her best to usher the slightly disheveled<br />
Older Gentleman out the door.<br />
OLDER GENTLEMAN<br />
I don't understand, doll, we just<br />
got started.<br />
LYNN<br />
I'm sorry, but I'll make it up<br />
to you. I promise.<br />
OLDER GENTLEMAN<br />
Gosh, kitten, I don't know...<br />
As he begins to mash up against her...<br />
BUD (O.S.)<br />
Hit the road, gramps.<br />
Bud's standing at the bottom of the stairs. The Older<br />
Gentleman strikes a pose. He still thinks he's Alan<br />
Ladd.
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