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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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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.]

You're the one who's been here three months.

And fuck I didn't know White's location was such a fucking bone of contention with you.

Well you're doing a real shitty job convincing me of extending my hospitality.

[Puff puff. He turns his profile to Pink.] Just sit tight, he'll show up.

[Pause]

Well, how about if I tell you that I was going to come back.

Bullshit you heard the cops comin'.

[Pink was smart to take off. A part of him wished Larry had too, for his own good.]

[Pause]

Okay, yeah.

Bullshit.

[This is the most dry look ever just for you, Pink.]

Oh, come on.

I told you to fuckin' wait.

[Sigh. Has he connected the dots yet?]

Well, at least I know who wears the pants in this apartment.

[What the fuck? What the fuck? Ugh don't do or say anything about it, Newendyke. Just...just...he rolls his eyes at Pink. Yeah that'll show him.]

Bad shit goes down when you don't fuckin' communicate with other guys on the job, okay?

Bad shit goes down when guys fucking rat out on the job, too.

[And a casual look over]

So yeah, I know all about communication.

[He's using his cigarette to point at Pink now, almost touching him but not quite. He keeps his voice low.]

You watch your fuckin' mouth with that crap, okay? Rat or no rat even I know Joe went back a long way with some of you guys.

[It's fair enough to assume White doesn't talk about it. No one talks about it. Trying to figure out how to get out of here and not starve or go homeless while doing so is better than talking about who the fucking rat was.]

The job was rotten, Orange.

[He rubs his head]

This is fucking shit.

[He still thinks the kid snitched but he's not saying that right now]

Yeah well if lady luck's looking to fuck us far up the ass all we need is that maniac motherfucker.

[Redirect focus, find a scapegoat, the only one all of them can call a bad guy.]

Fuck, he's fucking dead and thank fuck for that.

[Oh he wants to tell Pink how death works in this world but he decides against it and just nods.]

Yeah, thank Christ.

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