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.]
[Seeing him take a load off does cut the tension that's been hanging in the car. The whole trip has been one dancing on the edge. Now and then it gets so bad that Larry wants to go to pieces. It can't stay like this, he keeps telling himself. It isn't going to.]
I didn't catch much.
[As a relief. There's so much at stake for Freddy. His job. His family. The things going through his head right now. Larry hears his voice back days and miles ago. Not now.
A rough sigh before he adjusts the steering wheel and the seat. Now he'll be taking up another cigarette.]
[A little Newendyke sarcasm slips in but it's not so much that he's angry at the old man it's just his frustration. A head start is no head start when neither of them had any warning they'd be coming back home. 'Home' isn't even the right word for it anymore.]
We're over the border and we don't have the diamonds. We're getting devalued by the second.
[Which is only half true. Freddy Newendyke has no real say on how valuable he is to the City of Los Angeles. From a detective's perspective he'd have labeled his value as a witness, but with Joe Cabot and everyone else dead...well, that no longer means a thing.]
I don't think it means we're any less wanted. That is some kinda value. I mean, sure would be great if they'd stop lookin' but...
[Dead cops. Dead civilians. Stolen diamonds. A dead crime king pin. Someone has to go down.
Maybe he should have dropped it. Larry sees a lovely sprawling property up ahead. The sign reads House of Roses. By the name alone he's sure they're going to be staying the night in a whore house. It wouldn't be the first time. So much for relaxation though.
They won't get any women. He's about certain he'll spend a part of the night beating off in the shower.]
You sure you want to stay around here? You can sleep, I can keep on going.
[And maybe relieve the welling negativity by delaying it with more travel.]
[More mixed feelings on the looking. All Freddy really wants is for his family to have closure, whether that's letting them think he's dead or letting them think he's abandoned his old life permanently.]
We have to stop somewhere for fuel.
[He reminds the old man, almost annoyed by this lack of concern for other logistical things but he knows Larry's trying to put the ailing kid first.]
[Ailing bitter, sarcastic Freddy is first through and through.]
Fuel. Food. A rest.
[Sigh. They're still making tracks. That is also what counts. And so far they have been soaring under the radar. Right before that whore house is a small independent gas station. The car pulls in. Larry has to stub out his smoke too soon.]
Fuel first, you're right.
[There's a wad of bills in the breast pocket of his shirt that he reaches into for a few. He knows he's going to pump the gas and pay. Let the kid fucking rest and stew. Or just stew.]
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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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I didn't catch much.
[As a relief. There's so much at stake for Freddy. His job. His family. The things going through his head right now. Larry hears his voice back days and miles ago. Not now.
A rough sigh before he adjusts the steering wheel and the seat. Now he'll be taking up another cigarette.]
To mean it means that we still have a head start.
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[A little Newendyke sarcasm slips in but it's not so much that he's angry at the old man it's just his frustration. A head start is no head start when neither of them had any warning they'd be coming back home. 'Home' isn't even the right word for it anymore.]
We're over the border and we don't have the diamonds. We're getting devalued by the second.
[Which is only half true. Freddy Newendyke has no real say on how valuable he is to the City of Los Angeles. From a detective's perspective he'd have labeled his value as a witness, but with Joe Cabot and everyone else dead...well, that no longer means a thing.]
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[Dead cops. Dead civilians. Stolen diamonds. A dead crime king pin. Someone has to go down.
Maybe he should have dropped it. Larry sees a lovely sprawling property up ahead. The sign reads House of Roses. By the name alone he's sure they're going to be staying the night in a whore house. It wouldn't be the first time. So much for relaxation though.
They won't get any women. He's about certain he'll spend a part of the night beating off in the shower.]
You sure you want to stay around here? You can sleep, I can keep on going.
[And maybe relieve the welling negativity by delaying it with more travel.]
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[More mixed feelings on the looking. All Freddy really wants is for his family to have closure, whether that's letting them think he's dead or letting them think he's abandoned his old life permanently.]
We have to stop somewhere for fuel.
[He reminds the old man, almost annoyed by this lack of concern for other logistical things but he knows Larry's trying to put the ailing kid first.]
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Fuel. Food. A rest.
[Sigh. They're still making tracks. That is also what counts. And so far they have been soaring under the radar. Right before that whore house is a small independent gas station. The car pulls in. Larry has to stub out his smoke too soon.]
Fuel first, you're right.
[There's a wad of bills in the breast pocket of his shirt that he reaches into for a few. He knows he's going to pump the gas and pay. Let the kid fucking rest and stew. Or just stew.]