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[The sound of a payphone getting lifted off the reciever, and then a dialtone, and dialing]

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

Hello? Joe? Why the hell am I even-

[The phone slams down into the reciever]

Fuck, it would fucking figure that the only fucking payphone I find isn't fucking working. Fuck. After that crap, fuckfuckfuckfuck this is fucked.

[There's the sound of a hand smacking something. And then there's a pause, and a breath]

Okay, this isn't total shit, I mean-

[There's a pause, and the sound of cloth against the microphone of a Network Device]

Holy shit.

Is this shit getting recorded? What the hell happened to rights to privacy? Hey, are you listening on the other end? You know what listening to people talking over a payphone makes you, asshole? A pervert. What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is the fucking decline of Western Civilization right here.

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[He just nods and waits for it to sink in.]

[Quiet]

[And then]

I saw you a half hour ago.

I know, I know you did. The last time I saw you... [You were running out you fucking creep.]

Look it's November now and it ain't 92, you're gonna just have to take my word on that or make an ass out of yourself. Whichever.

[He takes a long drag. A really long drag. And look. It's called 'saving one's skin']

Okay, okay. I believe you.

So now what?

[Well. To that....really, Freddy can't do anything else but...shrug. Yeah, a slow honest shrug. Where the fuck is White?]

You realize this isn't really helping, right?

What the fuck do you want me to say? I've been tryin' to fix this for three whole fuckin' months and I'm still here. Now so are you and trust me I wasn't spending all that time tryin' to get you here.

You've been here for three months. Have you scoped out what kind of place this is? What are the fucking cops like? What's the way people live around here?

Do they eat people? Do they release kids to run amok? Am I looking at homelessness?

[DRAG]

An island.

Like a vigilante neighborhood watch.

No different from home.

Some of'em do. Yeah. And maybe.

[His delivery is dry and yet Freddy speaks nothing but the truth.] You gotta pay rent and put food on your own fuckin' table like everyone else. It's how this place gets you, you gotta eat and sleep somewhere while you're tryin' to put this shit puzzle together. Then you start falling into a kinda routine. A couple months later you may as well say you motherfuckin' live here.

[Whoa wait is Freddy still talking about just the facts??]

So you're saying I can crash with you.

[Lots of staring. Lots and lots of staring. Where the fuck is Larry.]

That's not what I said. Anyway I don't live alone.

[The obvious implication being Orange can't make the call until he's conferred and stuff or something like that. Jesus.]

[Clearly avoiding this particular confrontation]

Yeah? Got a girl? Don't worry I won't steal her from you.

[Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. He just puffs on his cigarette.]

Yeah I know, cause you're a faggot.

[Sorry Pink, someone had to say it. Maybe it'll help take the edge off for Freddy too.]

I wasn't the one screaming for a guy not to leave me, you know.

I took a bullet to the fuckin' gut. When that happens to you I guess you want me to keep five feet from your ass to preserve your dignity.

Yeah yeah, we all know how much you suffered.

[He finishes the cigarette]

Fuck you.

[The most nonchalant 'fuck you' too as Freddy continues to puff away. Sigh. He's focusing beyond Pink's shoulder then back at him.]

You sure you weren't followed. You didn't come here with anybody? Not even by coincidence?

I'm a fucking professional. You think I would even pick up that phone if I thought I was still being tailed?

[Does the professional know he's talking to a fucking cop, huh? Freddy's just giving him that green-eyed look before tossing his cigarette aside...and lighting another. Look he's nice enough to offer Pink a second one.]

Alright alright. I'm askin' cause I showed up with White.

[May as well tell him now. He'd figure it out once White showed up anyway. He'll claim safety in numbers and if he remembers right Pink was gonna book up at a hotel with Larry at one point. On the fucking lam, all of them.]

[Well he kind of suspects it, but you know. He needs a place to stay]

White's here? Shit. Why didn't you say before?

Cause you fuckin' turned your back.

[Slight judgment, no shame.]

What, did you want me to sit there and take a bullet for you? Because let me tell you, whatever it was that happened back there, I'm not getting shot just so someone can be your knight in white armor.

You saw what happened in there! You saw his fucking head!

[Temper flaring. Shit reel it in Newendyke. He averts his gaze, knowing better than to start pursuing that line of conversation. Cool it, kid.]

Hey, Blonde was a fucking madman. I'm not saying no that.

I'm just saying I'm not taking a fucking bullet for you. I wouldn't expect you to take one for me.

But you expect to me to let you crash and tell you where White is, you son of a bitch. [Smooooooooke. Huff. Okay, he's cool again. Freddy runs his fingers through his hair.] White's on his way.

[So don't pull no fucking fast shit. Freddy doesn't expect Pink to have much respect for him but he does think he has some small amount of understanding with Larry.]

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