[Freddy says, trying to take some control of the situation too with what expertise he has in the matter. But this isn't Los Angeles and those aren't LAPD. If they were his boys this would be a cakewalk. All he can hope for is that these policia are still just like the boys.]
[Short and angry like even though he is insisting to be the opposite. Dimmy is really better then this. He knows he is. Grumbling to himself he gets out a pack of cigarettes keeping eyes glued onto the squad car that has just come onto the scene. No lights on, so it isn't urgent...]
We'll speak English. Make em thing we don't understand much.
[His lighter sputters as he flicks it. They're four cars away. Goddamn random check, that is what this is.]
[Freddy snorts because yes he truly believes in his brief possibly hospital-induced naivete that the policia care about drunk drivers too. He would if he had time to kill and nothing better to do, collar a pair of dumbasses doing a terrible job at looking calm. Any moment now....Freddy turns the music up just a little more. Maybe they'll be Jim Morrison fans.]
[Though really, there is so many reasons why they'd be here. And none of em are all that legit. That is another round of keep your thoughts to your fucking self.
Finally with a lit cigarette the old man is trying to mellow out. The louder music doesn't help. And he realizes that as prepped for all this in concept he has no idea how Freddy with directly interact with other cops. He is great with crooks though. Let the music play. His breath thins out as they are only one car away. It's close enough to study but the smart assholes keep the other car, their car at a distance.
For what?]
They might want money. Let me give it to em.
[Maybe he should have said something about that sooner before submerging into shark infested water.]
[Hold the phone. Freddy stares at Larry with wider eyes and his volume doesn't rise but he's clearly surprised by this admission.]
We have money??
[His posture and face say supercool but he's genuinely asking. He should know better though, how else could Larry have gotten them in and out of clinics like fucking ghosts?? Also note the importance of 'we' versus 'you'.]
[There is a we. As far as Larry is concerned all assets, however short of a list of the car, the guns and the money, are theirs. He tries to lean against the window and looked relaxed.]
We do.
[He has just enough time to say. Tap. Tap. Tap onto Freddy's window with knuckles. It's a male officer mustached but finely groomed brown like a great many of the others in these parts. Hola, Senor. Is followed by the rapid question of where are you going. Larry trusts Freddy to reply in the way he knows how. In English. If he even understands that much. It's fine if he doesn't.]
Hey, man. What's this all about?
[English reply. There's a Johnny Cash corn-fed tilt to his own voice. On the old man's own side is a partner. Larry rolls down his own window.]
[Three--his man at shotgun and the two cops have a laugh.]
All the way down here? Well, they say once you get the spicier tastes nothing else will do.
[Freddy's man nods.]
You should know this is a toll road. It wouldn't do well for two bachelors like you to come down this way.
[Larry pretends to look puzzled but nods.]
It didn't say that on the map. Shit. Well. We got papers and money.
[None of which come on out. Playing it cool. You throw that shit at them and that's what gets you. Nerves. Mr. White is cool, calm. Smoking and mostly collected though his heart is leaping like a jumping bean. The cop leans on the driver's side door. He may understand the male desire but there's something yet to be seen.]
Where are you going for pussy? You passed one of the resorts some time ago?
Spicy. Brown. Yellow. Anything'll do down here where it's warm.
[Freddy grins, easily implying down here they've got bikinis and nudes all year long because it never gets cold. With the other cop leaning on the driver's side the kid naturally leans in too, badge to badge. It hurts but his cool poker face hides it like a fucking pro.]
Resorts are for tourists.
[Freddy launches into a quick and easy rundown of where they think they ought to go and why, leaving room for the other guys to butt in and show off their better knowledge. Of course only the policia would know where's the best place to get pussy game, let them peacock strut around the fucking car.]
One smart fuck that is what you two are. Dangerous road too. Hey, David. That's twice the toll eh?
[Larry fights everything in him not to roll his eyes. He knew they'd want money. He just knew. Pigs here are a real greedy kind of swine. It's like they're hardly trying.]
That mean you'll take us there? I mean, seeing as you both really know your way around. Faster route to the party.
[Now that he places that right where it should be, the wheels are turning. David agrees to a price. Raul, their new best friend, opts to be the one to take them. Now the old man is digging for a wallet for money.]
[What the hell kind of Mexican name is David, Freddy finds himself wondering. Of course now he knows that's David Herrera having caught the name imprinted on his tag. Who knows if that information will come in handy later on.]
We're not sharing.
[He says as a joke with regards to pussy and their possible guide, because they don't need anyone taking them anywhere what the hell, Dimmy! Policia protection isn't worth it to this kid.]
[Only so far, is what the agreement is. Based on a few glances and maybe just how the air feels in the car, he knows once their alone he's going to get a healthy helping of what the fuck from Freddy.]
Fine, fine. We're on the job anyway. Maybe around lunch.
[Raul thinks he's hilarious. Larry passes him bills that disappear into the clutches of the policia. Without much more than an arm gesture, they're being taken to that route. David will keep his post.]
I don't know how to process what the fuck just happened back there.
[Freddy says, eyes still on the road, hands on the wheel. At some point the tape ended so they're driving to the sound of silence. Good thing that happened after they left the watchful eyes and ears of the police.]
We got it good. That's what. Money talks. Sex works.
[Simple enough for now answer he so hopes. They're not yet alone. Their escort takes them twenty solid minutes.]
Doesn't seem that far.
[Off the beaten path, indeed. The policia officer Raul waves to them.]
Smooth work there.
[On Freddy's part that is. Cop to cop. No matter the language. Except they didn't sniff him out for what he was. They're not perfect. Larry isn't in the mood for his cigarette but once it is started, it isn't to be wasted.]
[Where are we, his tone implies, practically an internalized scream for Lawrence Dimick because seriously that is not what he signed up for. At least they're in the real world, in the city for all they know Raul could have sprouted tentacles and a second head.]
Jesus Christ I'm gonna be sick.
[Freddy whines but that's all it is, he's not actually going to hurl. He doesn't have enough food in him to do that.]
[If it were a more rainy season, it would be more of a green forest area. The desert air has the smell of the coast so there's that. Aside from it Larry is feeling more at ease just because they're away from cops.]
Hey, cool it partner.
[Larry takes out his handkerchief and passes it to Freddy to dab his face and neck if only to get away the sweat. Smothering? You bet it its. He feels like he should apologize but this is the best plan he's got. And there's no way they can just go on back the way they came.]
[Poor kid, it's all he can think. Freddy's not a juvenile but his fresh look at what it's like to fly blind into it all makes him seem more young in Larry's eyes. He is ready to get out of the car. Rounding the front of the car in no time at all he's there to open the driver's side door.]
You need a breather? We're okay.
[His eyes scan around looking for bandits or anyone else. On the shoulder they can get another car passing by but looks pretty rural. Thanks, Raul and David.]
I mean it when I say you kept it cool.
[For a guy who's still recovering, for a cop who's naturalistic as hell. Hopefully he won't think the old man is trying to suck his dick. It'd be great but...now isn't the time.]
[Larry knows him so well he does think the old man's just trying to suck his dick, metaphorically speaking. Sigh. But Freddy doesn't snap as he's sometimes known to do, the kid just stares at the old man as he gets out of the car to switch sides. A little limping says his side is sore but from the looks of it he ain't oozing out the wound site. Whew.]
[Nudge, don't shove situation. He nods and rubs his forehead.]
I dunno about you but I'm ready to quit the road for the day. ...Still got pills?
[Even though the days are slipping through his fingertips, he keeps careful tally of how many days since they have seen a hospital or a doctor. It's important.
The limp hauls sympathy, guilt too out of Larry like nothing else. Freddy needs to recover. Whatever fancy works the City had done, it would be great to have now.]
Stay the night, get some food.
[Find comfort in something that's not silence or metaphorical cock sucking.]
[Freddy warns, absolutely certain Larry's trying to do the thing where he talks 'pleasantly' of clearly crooked cops. Sigh. Just leave it be, Dimmy, they're already home free. For now.]
[All he's got is a sidelong look from the driver's seat. Not guilty. Not completely mindful of his error. Right or wrong he knows those cops were trouble. The farther they are behind them, the better. Larry shifts in his seat.]
I know that rubbed you wrong. At least lemme say you handled it well. Now you can rest.
[He lets the car fall to silence. Eyes are peeled for another accomplice to raid them for more cash. So far it doesn't come. They're in no condition to both fight. And so far they haven't been burdened with the decision of whether or not to kill anyone to get by.
It will come.]
Before we hit the road today, I took a listen to the news. They think we're still in LA.
[Freddy knows, accepting the admission of guilt as well as the compliment. That combined with being able to recline in the passenger seat is a well-deserved reward for being so fucking super cool and naturalistic.]
I don't want to hear about the news.
[Because that means that's what his family will be hearing, what his family will believe. That they're in LA means he's alive. They'll think the worst of it though, after seeing what happened to the Nash kid.]
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[Freddy says, trying to take some control of the situation too with what expertise he has in the matter. But this isn't Los Angeles and those aren't LAPD. If they were his boys this would be a cakewalk. All he can hope for is that these policia are still just like the boys.]
Look casual, get a smoke or something...!
[The kid suggests through a gritted smile.]
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[Short and angry like even though he is insisting to be the opposite. Dimmy is really better then this. He knows he is. Grumbling to himself he gets out a pack of cigarettes keeping eyes glued onto the squad car that has just come onto the scene. No lights on, so it isn't urgent...]
We'll speak English. Make em thing we don't understand much.
[His lighter sputters as he flicks it. They're four cars away. Goddamn random check, that is what this is.]
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[Freddy snorts because yes he truly believes in his brief possibly hospital-induced naivete that the policia care about drunk drivers too. He would if he had time to kill and nothing better to do, collar a pair of dumbasses doing a terrible job at looking calm. Any moment now....Freddy turns the music up just a little more. Maybe they'll be Jim Morrison fans.]
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[Though really, there is so many reasons why they'd be here. And none of em are all that legit. That is another round of keep your thoughts to your fucking self.
Finally with a lit cigarette the old man is trying to mellow out. The louder music doesn't help. And he realizes that as prepped for all this in concept he has no idea how Freddy with directly interact with other cops. He is great with crooks though. Let the music play. His breath thins out as they are only one car away. It's close enough to study but the smart assholes keep the other car, their car at a distance.
For what?]
They might want money. Let me give it to em.
[Maybe he should have said something about that sooner before submerging into shark infested water.]
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We have money??
[His posture and face say supercool but he's genuinely asking. He should know better though, how else could Larry have gotten them in and out of clinics like fucking ghosts?? Also note the importance of 'we' versus 'you'.]
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We do.
[He has just enough time to say. Tap. Tap. Tap onto Freddy's window with knuckles. It's a male officer mustached but finely groomed brown like a great many of the others in these parts. Hola, Senor. Is followed by the rapid question of where are you going. Larry trusts Freddy to reply in the way he knows how. In English. If he even understands that much. It's fine if he doesn't.]
Hey, man. What's this all about?
[English reply. There's a Johnny Cash corn-fed tilt to his own voice. On the old man's own side is a partner. Larry rolls down his own window.]
Where are you heading? What is your business?
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Women.
[Freddy says with a cool casual all American like apple pie smile. No one would suspect the wound he's hiding under his shirt.
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All the way down here? Well, they say once you get the spicier tastes nothing else will do.
[Freddy's man nods.]
You should know this is a toll road. It wouldn't do well for two bachelors like you to come down this way.
[Larry pretends to look puzzled but nods.]
It didn't say that on the map. Shit. Well. We got papers and money.
[None of which come on out. Playing it cool. You throw that shit at them and that's what gets you. Nerves. Mr. White is cool, calm. Smoking and mostly collected though his heart is leaping like a jumping bean. The cop leans on the driver's side door. He may understand the male desire but there's something yet to be seen.]
Where are you going for pussy? You passed one of the resorts some time ago?
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[Freddy grins, easily implying down here they've got bikinis and nudes all year long because it never gets cold. With the other cop leaning on the driver's side the kid naturally leans in too, badge to badge. It hurts but his cool poker face hides it like a fucking pro.]
Resorts are for tourists.
[Freddy launches into a quick and easy rundown of where they think they ought to go and why, leaving room for the other guys to butt in and show off their better knowledge. Of course only the policia would know where's the best place to get pussy game, let them peacock strut around the fucking car.]
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One smart fuck that is what you two are. Dangerous road too. Hey, David. That's twice the toll eh?
[Larry fights everything in him not to roll his eyes. He knew they'd want money. He just knew. Pigs here are a real greedy kind of swine. It's like they're hardly trying.]
That mean you'll take us there? I mean, seeing as you both really know your way around. Faster route to the party.
[Now that he places that right where it should be, the wheels are turning. David agrees to a price. Raul, their new best friend, opts to be the one to take them. Now the old man is digging for a wallet for money.]
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We're not sharing.
[He says as a joke with regards to pussy and their possible guide, because they don't need anyone taking them anywhere what the hell, Dimmy! Policia protection isn't worth it to this kid.]
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Fine, fine. We're on the job anyway. Maybe around lunch.
[Raul thinks he's hilarious. Larry passes him bills that disappear into the clutches of the policia. Without much more than an arm gesture, they're being taken to that route. David will keep his post.]
...That went better than I thought.
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[Freddy says, eyes still on the road, hands on the wheel. At some point the tape ended so they're driving to the sound of silence. Good thing that happened after they left the watchful eyes and ears of the police.]
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[Simple enough for now answer he so hopes. They're not yet alone. Their escort takes them twenty solid minutes.]
Doesn't seem that far.
[Off the beaten path, indeed. The policia officer Raul waves to them.]
Smooth work there.
[On Freddy's part that is. Cop to cop. No matter the language. Except they didn't sniff him out for what he was. They're not perfect. Larry isn't in the mood for his cigarette but once it is started, it isn't to be wasted.]
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[Where are we, his tone implies, practically an internalized scream for Lawrence Dimick because seriously that is not what he signed up for. At least they're in the real world, in the city for all they know Raul could have sprouted tentacles and a second head.]
Jesus Christ I'm gonna be sick.
[Freddy whines but that's all it is, he's not actually going to hurl. He doesn't have enough food in him to do that.]
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Hey, cool it partner.
[Larry takes out his handkerchief and passes it to Freddy to dab his face and neck if only to get away the sweat. Smothering? You bet it its. He feels like he should apologize but this is the best plan he's got. And there's no way they can just go on back the way they came.]
Want me to drive awhile?
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Yes.
[Pulling right over to do just that! It's a soft stop at least, nothing too rough.]
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You need a breather? We're okay.
[His eyes scan around looking for bandits or anyone else. On the shoulder they can get another car passing by but looks pretty rural. Thanks, Raul and David.]
I mean it when I say you kept it cool.
[For a guy who's still recovering, for a cop who's naturalistic as hell. Hopefully he won't think the old man is trying to suck his dick. It'd be great but...now isn't the time.]
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[Larry knows him so well he does think the old man's just trying to suck his dick, metaphorically speaking. Sigh. But Freddy doesn't snap as he's sometimes known to do, the kid just stares at the old man as he gets out of the car to switch sides. A little limping says his side is sore but from the looks of it he ain't oozing out the wound site. Whew.]
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I dunno about you but I'm ready to quit the road for the day. ...Still got pills?
[Even though the days are slipping through his fingertips, he keeps careful tally of how many days since they have seen a hospital or a doctor. It's important.
The limp hauls sympathy, guilt too out of Larry like nothing else. Freddy needs to recover. Whatever fancy works the City had done, it would be great to have now.]
Stay the night, get some food.
[Find comfort in something that's not silence or metaphorical cock sucking.]
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[Freddy reassures him as he sinks back into the passenger seat.]
Let's get outta here, not to where our friends back there pointed out.
[He insists both because it's a good way to throw anyone off their trail and because he is not interested in the pussy.]
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Didn't seem like a set up.
[As a comment, they're still rolling.]
They could have easily gone and took the cash themselves but they didn't...
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[Freddy warns, absolutely certain Larry's trying to do the thing where he talks 'pleasantly' of clearly crooked cops. Sigh. Just leave it be, Dimmy, they're already home free. For now.]
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I know that rubbed you wrong. At least lemme say you handled it well. Now you can rest.
[He lets the car fall to silence. Eyes are peeled for another accomplice to raid them for more cash. So far it doesn't come. They're in no condition to both fight. And so far they haven't been burdened with the decision of whether or not to kill anyone to get by.
It will come.]
Before we hit the road today, I took a listen to the news. They think we're still in LA.
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[Freddy knows, accepting the admission of guilt as well as the compliment. That combined with being able to recline in the passenger seat is a well-deserved reward for being so fucking super cool and naturalistic.]
I don't want to hear about the news.
[Because that means that's what his family will be hearing, what his family will believe. That they're in LA means he's alive. They'll think the worst of it though, after seeing what happened to the Nash kid.]
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