[Flick, flick of his lighter. Inhale, exhale. An easy solution would have been to end the doctor or find leverage. That's not how Freddy Newendyke works. Cops don't work that way. He was going for the straight and narrow, or at least that was all he had to work with then.]

Yeah, well. You could have told me. [Larry rubs his own hair.] I don't like that he got that on you, sacrificing your own safety. [For the old man, let alone Pink.]

Tell me you trust him. [Deep inhale. Be fucking cool.]