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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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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.

He was a fucking psychopath.

He got what was coming.

You don't have to tell me twice.

[Another huff before he takes a deep pull.]

[Holy fucking shit. That's what he's been thinking over and over the minute he read the message. Mr. Pink is in the City, and it's like everything that was put behind him is back with a vengeance. If Pink is here, then what the fuck else is going to happen from here.

For one thing, Larry is sure he's running out of freebies at work. He asked for a half an hour, which is not as bad as the rest of the evening, but shit. These things are adding up.

Freddy is easy to spot. He's more familiar. Pink, well, you see him once and you pretty much know that mug for sure.]

Afternoon, fellas.

[In case of anyone listening, it's not a hello again or something. Mr. White is on the prowl. Brown eyes seek contact with Freddy first, like it's a quick assessment of how the wind is blowing in this little reunion. Then a look to Pink. No handshake or smile here, but he's not gonna be an ass.]

All in one piece?

[White. Great, someone with sense. Not that Orange is missing sense as much as Orange doesn't. Well. He's like a baby.]

Hey.

[There's a shuffle of his feet. White makes him a little nervous because White knows the business like no one else.]

I'm surprised the kid is, but he tells me that's pretty usual around here. You got a cigarette?

We're good.

[He sees that look and sends another back. He and Pink are on seemingly decent non-killing terms. He hasn't accused Freddy of being a rat, good enough. He flicks his now spent second cigarette onto the floor...only to give Pink a fucking look. It says "What the fuck man?" because seriously, that totally sounds like an insult to his brand of choice.]

I ain't no kid. [Nevermind how he thought Anne Francis was black. Only Larry gets to call him the kid goddamn.]

[Sure he's got a cigarette and manners to boot however if it'll come the high strung weasel even a little bit, Larry will spare a Chesterfield.]

Yeah. We made it out okay. [Like it's taking a punch or something rather than an assault of bullets.]

What the hell happened to you? [Easy to ask a person who is absolutely bullet, bruise or scrape free when there was a goddamn Mexican stand off going on around him. That's no glare though White regards him carefully handing over that cigarette.]

[He takes it gratefully]

Thanks.

I got cornered by the cops. They fucking followed me, but I stashed the diamonds and shook them, and then ended up here. Or something like that. I thought I was in Los Angeles.

[He looks between the two of them. No one even bothers addressing the kid issue? Really? Really? Hmph, fine. Yeah Freddy knows there are more important things at hand yeah.]

I gave him the not-in-fuckin'-Kansas-anymore rundown. [He says this to Larry while looking at Pink.] Told Pink he wouldn't believe it, he's taking it alright.

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