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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[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.]