Show Me Yours, And I'll Show You Mine

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In Chapter 26 of A DISH BEST KILLED, Jett and Rush go to a seedy pawn shop on the wrong side of the tracks and buy an illegal firearm ...


EXT. PAWN SHOP - DAY
A shitty cinder block bunker
with bars on the windows
on the wrong end of
Lincoln Boulevard.
Se Hablo Espanole.

Jett and Rush
stand at the door.

Press the intercom button.
BUZZZZZZZZZ. They go in.

INT. PAWN SHOP - AT THAT MOMENT
Jett and Rush squint
in the darkness.

A HEAVYSET LATIN GUY
sits behind the counter.

He puts a wad of cash
in a strong box.
CLICKS it shut.

BEHIND THE COUNTER
we see he’s holding
a 9MM automatic.

HEAVYSET LATIN GUY
Hola, amigo.
What can I do for you today?

RUSH
You Luna?

LUNA
I’m Luna.

RUSH
You sell -- guns?

LUNA
(smiles)
Who told you that?

RUSH
Uh, guy named Ramirez,
down in Long Beach.
Big guy, like you,
rides with the
Los Muertos cycle club.
Customer of mine.

LUNA
What do you sell?

RUSH
(pulls out a vial)
Show me yours, and
I’ll show you mine.

Luna smiles broadly,
displaying rows of gold teeth.

LUNA
Ramirez, that fat fuck.
Why didn’t you say so?

INT. JETT’S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Jett holds a 38 special
down low below the dashboard.
Stares at it, wide-eyed.

JETT
I like -- how it feels.

Rush points his
SERVICE REVOLVER
out the window.
Takes aim.

RUSH
Just like back home
shooting pigeons in the barn --

He squeezes the trigger. CLICK.