Lt. Al Garcia:
[in the morgue]
Now here comes that brilliant and charming attorney of yours, Mr. Mordecai. Found him 400 yards offshore. Now show him the rest of his kisser.
Medical Examiner:
[uncovers Mordecai's face]
Crabs find lawyers a particular delicacy, yeah.
Shad:
Looks like lasagna. Cover that shit up.
Lt. Al Garcia:
You mind telling me why your name was on his calendar for tomorrow?
Shad:
I was involved in a litigation with a yogurt company.
Lt. Al Garcia:
Just based on my limited experience, this doesn't look like the sort of thing a yogurt company would ordinarily do. You know, I hear this prick represented the same poor kid who got mauled at your club. Now that I find fascinating, Shad!
Shad:
He had a picture...
[retching]
Shad:
Man, I'm gonna lose it!
[the coroner starts to cover Mordecai's face, Garcia stops him]
Lt. Al Garcia:
A picture of what? A certain legislator?
Shad:
Yeah... beatin' the kid's ass.
Lt. Al Garcia:
And where's the original?
Shad:
I got no idea.
[the coroner covers up Mordecai, Garcia hands Shad a box of mints]
Lt. Al Garcia:
Here, freshen up. Thanks.
Medical Examiner:
Can I interest you in dessert?
Lt. Al Garcia:
No, just the check.
[the coroner laughs and wheels Mordecai away]
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