One suit. Just one. The rest we should keep casual.
[That's not so hard right? Larry has a few bags in his hand. It's not a high rolling shopping spree. This is a different sort of Dimick. One that is checking price tags and money managing.
The market place is something like a swap meet without an end. Indoor. Outdoor. All sorts of things.]
[Freddy says, not as a declaration but as an observation of what he knows of Larry Dimick's nature. He can't have just one. Then again he's never had to live with the old man on the lam for long. Maybe the kid's just spoiled. Surely that's obvious by the bag of stuff he's holding that's not full of necessities. Also the ice cream in his hand. Yeah, ice cream. Who wants to make something of it??]
[Because he can think of a few things that are not so bad that way. Besides suits. Ahem. The old man turns away before he can catch another lick on that melting treat.]
I mean with a tie, a blazer.
[Not a uniform. Somehow they've so nicely skirted issues like that up until now.]
[Because he's a cop. Because he's a detective. Observing is what they do, hah. Lick lick. He isn't blind to the way the old man averts his gaze either.]
[Eyes stay averted. Looking to see if something looks remotely designer looking. They can look smart and expensive by being cheap and thrifty.... a allegedly.]
You mean it's gonna matter if I'm wearing Sears or Saint Laurent?
[The kid asks before crunching into the cone. Isn't Larry proud of him? Freddy remembered a designer name. Nevermind that that's more of a womenswear label.]
[Direct hit. he's impressed. Super impressed. To hear such names out of that mouth alone is a real treat. Larry sighs and pushes back his hair from his forehead.]
No. But we gotta look like we're wearing something more high end. Half of that is wearing it.
[The old man reaches for his melting cone for a taste.]
Which sorta leads to a thought of mine I had earlier.
You and me, we got no commitments yet. And we're gonna need to be making money. I'm not out to put myself directly into a bind of any kind with our buddy Ray but it might happen. If it does...
[The old man shoves his hands into his pockets and sticks close. Rude to have a conversation like this when he's window shopping.]
[Sorry old man, color the kid confused because he's being denied his sugar. The ice cream kind.]
What are you getting at?
[What does this have to do with suits. Is he implying Freddy might have to hustle? Of course he knows a legitimate way of making money might not be on the table so soon but don't count on the kid to be a con artist...even though he'd probably be great at it.]
You're gonna have to play a part one way or another. I don't wanna play pimp, neither do you. We might have to have the look. That's what I'm getting at.
[In the most brief sort of way. Maybe being reconnected with the sweets gets Freddy calm and accepting enough.]
I said I wasn't gonna go around him on my own, I meant it. I don't think we're taking advantage of the possibilities here by keeping away.
[Phhthtbhhtb! Snort. The kid shakes his head after making some kind of noise of disbelief.]
I'm not a pimp. Do I look like a pimp? Jesus.
[Freddy shakes his head.] Can I play something besides a pimp?
[He asks in incredulous but hushed tones, to keep the conversation to himself. Little does Larry know once upon a time Freddy had this same kind of conversation with Holdaway.]
[Even though he can definitely hustle all on his own. That's for Larry and Larry alone. The delivery seems pretty good so far. Still. Caution, old man.]
You can, you sure can. I'm asking though how do we want to go about this before it gets out of our hands. We got a choice right here, right now on where we don't wanna end up.
[A choice to run, like any gambler. And more than that.]
[..........Sorry, old man, you're going to have to be way more explicit. Sometimes the kid just prefers to have it straight (when it works in his favor).]
[In the back of his mind he remembers this very enthusiastic character weaving a story in a bar. He's no Joe the Pot man and he sure as hell never was.]
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[That's not so hard right? Larry has a few bags in his hand. It's not a high rolling shopping spree. This is a different sort of Dimick. One that is checking price tags and money managing.
The market place is something like a swap meet without an end. Indoor. Outdoor. All sorts of things.]
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[Freddy says, not as a declaration but as an observation of what he knows of Larry Dimick's nature. He can't have just one. Then again he's never had to live with the old man on the lam for long. Maybe the kid's just spoiled. Surely that's obvious by the bag of stuff he's holding that's not full of necessities. Also the ice cream in his hand. Yeah, ice cream. Who wants to make something of it??]
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[Just to put that out there.
Other stuff, well. That's what budgeting is about. Save here, spend there.]
I'm talking about you too, you know.
[No one is gonna make anything out of the ice cream. He best make sure it doesn't drip on the merch.]
We might need to look put together. Dunno what's ahead.
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You want me to have a suit?
[Besides the suits they've had to ditch...for the second time. Imagine that.]
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[That he can say without looking distracted. Fuck though, he's got an ice cream cone in his hand. Hard to picture him suited in anyway.
The black suits, the ones from the heist well. Those are not to be seen any place ever again. For good reason.]
Didn't you own at least one?
[Before the mess.]
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[Kind of like a police uniform. Also kind of like--wait a second what's wrong with his ice cream?? Fff. Freddy gives it a lick.]
Sure I did. I had to.
[Can you imagine the kid in his dress blues, old man? Can you?]
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[Because he can think of a few things that are not so bad that way. Besides suits. Ahem. The old man turns away before he can catch another lick on that melting treat.]
I mean with a tie, a blazer.
[Not a uniform. Somehow they've so nicely skirted issues like that up until now.]
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[Because he's a cop. Because he's a detective. Observing is what they do, hah. Lick lick. He isn't blind to the way the old man averts his gaze either.]
Yeah. I had one. For formal family stuff.
[Freddy gives a Big Ole Shrug.]
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[Eyes stay averted. Looking to see if something looks remotely designer looking. They can look smart and expensive by being cheap and thrifty.... a allegedly.]
Gotta be ready for anything.
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[The bespoke-stupid younger man asks...as if he couldn't feel the difference the first time the older man put him in something a bit more tailored.]
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[That good enough? Need he say more? The old man clears his throat.]
Just in case. I got no insight, just an idea.
[Experience being a crook among crooks. Freddy's own one experience though was highly successful. That fact is lingering in the air.]
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[The kid asks before crunching into the cone. Isn't Larry proud of him? Freddy remembered a designer name. Nevermind that that's more of a womenswear label.]
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No. But we gotta look like we're wearing something more high end. Half of that is wearing it.
[The old man reaches for his melting cone for a taste.]
Which sorta leads to a thought of mine I had earlier.
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[Heeeeeeey.....well, Freddy relinquishes the cone but not without a lifting eyebrow because really, Dimmy? Really? You're a grown ass old man.]
What's that?
[Freddy asks, indulging in these bear thoughts.]
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You and me, we got no commitments yet. And we're gonna need to be making money. I'm not out to put myself directly into a bind of any kind with our buddy Ray but it might happen. If it does...
[The old man shoves his hands into his pockets and sticks close. Rude to have a conversation like this when he's window shopping.]
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What are you getting at?
[What does this have to do with suits. Is he implying Freddy might have to hustle? Of course he knows a legitimate way of making money might not be on the table so soon but don't count on the kid to be a con artist...even though he'd probably be great at it.]
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[In the most brief sort of way. Maybe being reconnected with the sweets gets Freddy calm and accepting enough.]
I said I wasn't gonna go around him on my own, I meant it. I don't think we're taking advantage of the possibilities here by keeping away.
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I'm not a pimp. Do I look like a pimp? Jesus.
[Freddy shakes his head.] Can I play something besides a pimp?
[He asks in incredulous but hushed tones, to keep the conversation to himself. Little does Larry know once upon a time Freddy had this same kind of conversation with Holdaway.]
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[Even though he can definitely hustle all on his own. That's for Larry and Larry alone. The delivery seems pretty good so far. Still. Caution, old man.]
You can, you sure can. I'm asking though how do we want to go about this before it gets out of our hands. We got a choice right here, right now on where we don't wanna end up.
[A choice to run, like any gambler. And more than that.]
I don't wanna be dealing anything I wanna take.
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[..........Sorry, old man, you're going to have to be way more explicit. Sometimes the kid just prefers to have it straight (when it works in his favor).]
Spit it out, Larry.
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[That sound neutral and reasonable? He means it to!]
What will you be willing to do?
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[Freddy says without missing a beat.]
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[To be perfectly explicit.]
Would MJ count?
[In the back of his mind he remembers this very enthusiastic character weaving a story in a bar. He's no Joe the Pot man and he sure as hell never was.]
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[Freddy clarifies. But what else can they do?]
No scamming little old ladies.
No scamming poor people.
[The kid counts off on his fingers like a real hardcore rough and tumble criminal type.]
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No MJ. No old or poor.
[Parroting is what he tries to fall active listening.]
On both counts, you can't bleed a stone.
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