[Bullet holes not the ones in other organs. Ears are open and he's trying to keep his tired, fucked up mind too. Larry inhales. When he exhales he keeps it away from Freddy. Delicate condition and all.]

Or maybe it was the price we had to pay for it all, you know? Seeing as all the good shit we had, it couldn't have been for free.

[Even with their work and time put in. The City was all about hidden dues to be paid. Freddy had to spill his blood, the old man had to either do that or someone else's. Maybe that's just it.

They're not gonna talk about love tonight. Just the fact. So what if he did, Dimmy. Is it going to truly make him feel any better to know what's riding on their successful run? That's what you call pressure. Is this worth it for Freddy?]