[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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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.]