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.]
[Fuck. There he goes again. What did he do to make it a not so cool opportunity? The old bear is only looking out for the both of them. In doing that he's only thinking about their direct well being. If it is making bedfellows with criminals well, they're already half way there, ain't they?]
I know. We gotta start trying to think of where to go from here.
[Touchy lot to think about. Larry rubs his chin.]
A suit would be an investment one way or the other.
What makes you think you can get a real nice suit here? This ain't exactly Rodeo Drive.
[Freddy says, turning his focus onto the shopping rather than the particulars of how they plan to pay the rent in these parts. And no he's not classist!! He just doesn't know better...!!]
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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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[Fuck. There he goes again. What did he do to make it a not so cool opportunity? The old bear is only looking out for the both of them. In doing that he's only thinking about their direct well being. If it is making bedfellows with criminals well, they're already half way there, ain't they?]
I know. We gotta start trying to think of where to go from here.
[Touchy lot to think about. Larry rubs his chin.]
A suit would be an investment one way or the other.
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[Freddy says, turning his focus onto the shopping rather than the particulars of how they plan to pay the rent in these parts. And no he's not classist!! He just doesn't know better...!!]
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