[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.]
[Freddy rubs his own chin in thought.] I guess that leaves....
[Knocking off rich assholes. Knocking off criminal assholes. Knocking off assholes who probably knocked off someone else to get their riches. Or the stock market. Or more poker games. Or...]
....Security....
[He says with a mild air of distaste. Freddy Newendyke is no rent-a-cop.]
[He says with confidence except killing has to be in the mix. A lid on that for a few more moments because the kid hasn't ruled out killing....for pay.
Larry wasn't born yesterday. He knows that is going to be another no.]
It'd be a start. I know how it works. I did it remember.
[No. Not completely but he is having another taste. Those hands are free to fly.]
That I know.
[No distaste there for driving. The old bear hasn't made the connection with a rent a cop to security. At least not yet. It's not being a cop that's for damn sure.]
It's a bankable skill for the both of us at this point. People confide in drivers. Get advice.
[Be a fleet mechanic for the bad guys. In a way the kid would still feel guilty if a car was used to mow down a family. It's a tough choice. Of course so's being on the run.]
I dunno...it's a lot to think about.
[Because it sounds like a day job is out of the question. What about running a place where criminal activities happen...but by his rules?? Newendyke you gotta start somewhere.]
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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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[Knocking off rich assholes. Knocking off criminal assholes. Knocking off assholes who probably knocked off someone else to get their riches. Or the stock market. Or more poker games. Or...]
....Security....
[He says with a mild air of distaste. Freddy Newendyke is no rent-a-cop.]
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[He says with confidence except killing has to be in the mix. A lid on that for a few more moments because the kid hasn't ruled out killing....for pay.
Larry wasn't born yesterday. He knows that is going to be another no.]
It'd be a start. I know how it works. I did it remember.
[Is that a snarl?]
A driver too.
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I'm an excellent driver.
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That I know.
[No distaste there for driving. The old bear hasn't made the connection with a rent a cop to security. At least not yet. It's not being a cop that's for damn sure.]
It's a bankable skill for the both of us at this point. People confide in drivers. Get advice.
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[Freddy says in a tone that implies 'that settles that, but what's next?'] I'm still gonna need a suit won't I?
[SIGH.]
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[For lack of an ice cream and a little more to go on it seems pretty much a let down even to his own ears. Larry pat pats Freddy's shoulder.]
Or I could be a driver. They need mechanics too. Discrete no question types.
[Which the younger man could be, he thinks.]
...a driver should have a suit. You're right on the ball there.
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[Be a fleet mechanic for the bad guys. In a way the kid would still feel guilty if a car was used to mow down a family. It's a tough choice. Of course so's being on the run.]
I dunno...it's a lot to think about.
[Because it sounds like a day job is out of the question. What about running a place where criminal activities happen...but by his rules?? Newendyke you gotta start somewhere.]
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