Hollywood Tough (2002) by Stephen - Scully 03 Cannell Page B
Authors: Stephen - Scully 03 Cannell
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dink--carries an umbrella. She's got ten current unadjudicated 167-Bs."
Nicky looked puzzled.
"That's straight street hooking. You didn't know any of this?"
Nicky shook his head.
"She also told me you two went to high school together, something else you forgot to mention."
"Yeah, Teaneck High School. New Jersey. We met in ninth grade." He seemed saddened by this news about Carol.
"She's not gonna be acting in your movie."
"Film."
"Right. But if she's your friend from high school, you'd better call her folks or, better still, go and get your hands on her yourself. She's in bad shape."
"Jeez . . . holy-moley . . . a prostitute . . . and you say she's on heroin . . ."
"She's got more tracks than the Southern Pacific. You really didn't know?"
"No. A while back I had her in here to read. She kinda froze during the audition, but it wasn't like she was strung out on bang, or anything."
"If you're her friend, just go down there and get her. Here's the address." He handed Nicky a slip of paper with the location of the Snake Charmers Bar on Adams.
"Absolutely . . . absolutely. My God, anything else you can tell me?"
Shane was already at the door, but he turned back. "Yeah, some asshole parked his Bentley in your space."
"It's mine, Shane. My Bentley." Then he grinned. "Like I said, things have really turned around for me."
"Nicky, go get her," Shane repeated. "Go get Carol before she dies down there with a spike in her arm."
"I will, Shane. I promise."
Shane walked out of the office and back into the hall. One of the sides was lying on the seat of an empty chair. He picked it up. The name of the movie they were casting was Boots and Bikinis. Shane had just started to read the scene when one of the actresses interrupted him.
"It's about post-traumatic stress syndrome in Gulf War nurses, only we all live in Huntington Beach now and we're dancers in a club called Boots and Bikinis. We dress like hookers and screw like bunnies. The script blows. I'm outta here." She turned and walked down the hallway while the other actresses watched her go.
Shane put the sides back on the chair and followed the beautiful actress out into the cold April day.
Chapter 7.
LA EME
"You think you could get in touch with American Macado?" Alexa asked Shane after dinner. They were standing in their little kitchen in Venice. He was rinsing dishes while Alexa put leftovers away.
"I don't know," he hedged. "Amac isn't exactly what I'd call a friend." Shane was looking into the sink, watching the residue of dinner swirl off the plate and disappear down the garbage disposal. American Macado was a Mexican gangbanger with whom Shane had a very unusual relationship.
Before he learned that Chooch was his illegitimate son, Shane had discovered that the boy was hanging out in the Valley with a bunch of La Eme. Eme is Spanish for the letter M--Mexican Mafia.
After the Molar case Shane needed to put some closure on Chooch's gang affiliation. The set Chooch had been running with was the 18th Street Surerios, a Southern California branch of La Eme.
Shane found out from Chooch that he had not yet been officially "jumped" into the 18th Street gang, and was still considered a peewee gangster or a "P . G .," a pre-initiate who did errands and drug lookouts.
The blood-in, blood-out oath of La Eme stated that the only way into the gang was to shed blood at the hands of the set, and the only way out was in a casket. Shane wasn' t s ure how this applied to Chooch. As a P . G ., was he subject to some form of retribution if he tried to "drop the flag"-- the gang expression for leaving the set?
Like all P . G .'s, Chooch had a carnal grande, big brother, in the Surenos. He was a hardened, nineteen-yearold Hispanic street soldier with the unlikely name of American Macado, known by his carnales as Amac. His parents were both illegal, but American had been born in the United States so he had an American passport. His father, Juan, was killed in a bar fight when
Nicky looked puzzled.
"That's straight street hooking. You didn't know any of this?"
Nicky shook his head.
"She also told me you two went to high school together, something else you forgot to mention."
"Yeah, Teaneck High School. New Jersey. We met in ninth grade." He seemed saddened by this news about Carol.
"She's not gonna be acting in your movie."
"Film."
"Right. But if she's your friend from high school, you'd better call her folks or, better still, go and get your hands on her yourself. She's in bad shape."
"Jeez . . . holy-moley . . . a prostitute . . . and you say she's on heroin . . ."
"She's got more tracks than the Southern Pacific. You really didn't know?"
"No. A while back I had her in here to read. She kinda froze during the audition, but it wasn't like she was strung out on bang, or anything."
"If you're her friend, just go down there and get her. Here's the address." He handed Nicky a slip of paper with the location of the Snake Charmers Bar on Adams.
"Absolutely . . . absolutely. My God, anything else you can tell me?"
Shane was already at the door, but he turned back. "Yeah, some asshole parked his Bentley in your space."
"It's mine, Shane. My Bentley." Then he grinned. "Like I said, things have really turned around for me."
"Nicky, go get her," Shane repeated. "Go get Carol before she dies down there with a spike in her arm."
"I will, Shane. I promise."
Shane walked out of the office and back into the hall. One of the sides was lying on the seat of an empty chair. He picked it up. The name of the movie they were casting was Boots and Bikinis. Shane had just started to read the scene when one of the actresses interrupted him.
"It's about post-traumatic stress syndrome in Gulf War nurses, only we all live in Huntington Beach now and we're dancers in a club called Boots and Bikinis. We dress like hookers and screw like bunnies. The script blows. I'm outta here." She turned and walked down the hallway while the other actresses watched her go.
Shane put the sides back on the chair and followed the beautiful actress out into the cold April day.
Chapter 7.
LA EME
"You think you could get in touch with American Macado?" Alexa asked Shane after dinner. They were standing in their little kitchen in Venice. He was rinsing dishes while Alexa put leftovers away.
"I don't know," he hedged. "Amac isn't exactly what I'd call a friend." Shane was looking into the sink, watching the residue of dinner swirl off the plate and disappear down the garbage disposal. American Macado was a Mexican gangbanger with whom Shane had a very unusual relationship.
Before he learned that Chooch was his illegitimate son, Shane had discovered that the boy was hanging out in the Valley with a bunch of La Eme. Eme is Spanish for the letter M--Mexican Mafia.
After the Molar case Shane needed to put some closure on Chooch's gang affiliation. The set Chooch had been running with was the 18th Street Surerios, a Southern California branch of La Eme.
Shane found out from Chooch that he had not yet been officially "jumped" into the 18th Street gang, and was still considered a peewee gangster or a "P . G .," a pre-initiate who did errands and drug lookouts.
The blood-in, blood-out oath of La Eme stated that the only way into the gang was to shed blood at the hands of the set, and the only way out was in a casket. Shane wasn' t s ure how this applied to Chooch. As a P . G ., was he subject to some form of retribution if he tried to "drop the flag"-- the gang expression for leaving the set?
Like all P . G .'s, Chooch had a carnal grande, big brother, in the Surenos. He was a hardened, nineteen-yearold Hispanic street soldier with the unlikely name of American Macado, known by his carnales as Amac. His parents were both illegal, but American had been born in the United States so he had an American passport. His father, Juan, was killed in a bar fight when
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