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toughest man on the force has been well earned. In the
back seat, with cases of Walker Black and Cutty Sark, is
Bud's partner -- DICK STENSLAND. Older, but also a tough
hump, "Stens" sucks on a pint of Old Crow.
The passenger door opens and Mickey Cohen bodyguard
Johnny Stompanato slides in. Guinea handsome, Johnny
wears his curls in a tight pompadour. With his boss
behind bars, he's out of work. Bud just stares at him.
STOMPANATO
Officer White. I heard you got a
hard-on for wife beaters.
BUD
And you fuck people up for a
living. That don't make me you.
Capisce, shitbird?
Stompanato smiles. Nervous. Through the window, Bud
watches a Salvation Army Santa palm coins from a kettle.
STENSLAND
Bud ain't in the mood for small
talk, Stompanato.
STOMPANATO
Look, Mickey C's doing time and
half the other guys who'd hire me
are dead or left town. I need
money. If your snitch-fund's
green, I'll get you some fucking-A
collars.
Impatient, Bud tugs at a finger, CRACKS a KNUCKLE.
STOMPANATO
There's this guy. He's blond and
fat, about forty. Likes the
ponies. Been pimping his wife to
cover his losses. Knocks her
around to keep her in line.
Bud's eyes narrow at this last bit of info. Stompanato
holds up a slip of paper.
STOMPANATO
I figure the address is worth
twenty.
Bud digs into his wallet, pulls out twenty bucks,
exchanges it with Stompanato. Stompanato smiles smugly,
grabs a bottle of Scotch from the back.
STOMPANATO
Yuletide cheer, fellas.