[He doesn't wince when Larry tells him to shut up despite wanting to. He respects the old man too much even though sometimes Freddy does dumb shit like this that seems to imply otherwise. Get your freckled ass off the couch, Newendyke. Another breath and Freddy's on his feet then moving up the stairs at a quick but not haphazard pace.]

I know, Larry, and I'm real glad you did. I didn't think you fuckin' wouldn't, you're not that kinda guy, I knew you'd help find him.

[Yet Freddy couldn't 'know' Larry wouldn't have blown a gasket over the diamond digging? He leans against the railing, just one step below Larry.] Let me make it right by you. Please.