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EXT. TEVERE HOTEL - DAY
An L-shaped walk-up. Jack coasts the car to the curb.
He leaps out with Exley. Exley holds up at the sight
of a late model sedan. He leans down to look in the
window at the two-way on the dash.
L.A.P.D.
EXLEY
JACK
SHIT. Someone beat us here.
VOICES from the carport ahead. We see a chrome bumper,
the purple fender of a '49 Mercury coupe. A door slams.
Drawing a .45, Jack starts over with Exley, .38 in hand.
CARPORT
Toting shotguns, Dudley's boys from the Victory Motel,
Breuning and Carlisle, stand by the purple Mercury. Jack
and Exley come around the corner, lower their guns.
Hey.
JACK
Breuning wheels, pumps a round into the chamber. He very
nearly fires before he sees who it is.
CARLISLE
What the fuck are you guys doing
here?
EXLEY
Think of us as back-up.
JACK
What do you got?
As Jack moves to peer through the Merc's window.
BREUNING
Three Ithaca pumps, an empty box
of double-ought buck and cash.
Jack spots them. Three shotguns on the passenger side
floor, an empty box of shells and loose dollar bills.
JACK
So long, Vice. Badge of Honor,
here I come.
CARLISLE
Fuck you, Vincennes. It's our
collar.
Breuning actually has to restrain his partner.