yeah, i guess you do.
alright.
he knows zippo.
you gonna do what now?!
i'm fine, mrs. m.
so clam! what've you got i can't beat out of you back in the basement?
what with the poking, genius?! maybe you're poking for your bull friends!
yeah well. maybe you're looking to make good.
you oughta ask him what you wanna know.
yeah, well. that's understandable.
there was ten of them. i don't know where he picked them, he didn't tell me.
so we get ten kils of brock, there aint enough marks in the whole burgh to eat that. so he unloads eight of em up way north, even up to the docks. i don't know who.
yeah. that was eight. so that's the tenth in there. we gotta break it into doses, sell em off round the high, maybe some by shorecliffs.
ah yeah. there were problems with that.
it, uh.
yeah, poor frisco. you heard about that. we'll track down the rat. just takes time.
emily who?
don't know her.
has the pin talked about her?
yeah, he might know something. ask him. tell me what he says, cause if you heard something, you know, i wanna check.
yeah, just shooting it.
emily?
yeah?
she sprung it on me, just. that's a hell of a thing to spring on a guy. i don't remember much. laura talked me down after, said whatever, she knew her, said it wasn't true, but i still think sometimes. i think bout it being true. bout it being mine. and maybe i did it cause i thought it was true. a hell of a thing.
everyone's just laying low. you're here with us, at my folks place. they're gone. the bulls got dode fore the tide took his body.
yeah, strong tide, would've taken the body, like out to sea. it can do that. but the fuzz got there first.
you're with us.
so just lie low. sleep some more. laura, she said you should sleep. tugger exits. brendan runs his fingers through his hair, steps into his shoes and hobbles out of the room.
for a smart guy you aint too smart. i said lay low.
yeah, she's our go-between.
hell i don't.
yeah, we'll talk.
they're just ready.
yeah.
the hell-
mr. smarts.
no. i don't smoke.
i don't smoke cigarettes.
yeah.
alright to both.
no.
hell for that! i didn't touch your junk, that's it.
to hell!
yeah, it better be! it's telling that i'm out from your thumb, that i aint playing lapdog to no gothed up cripple no more!
alright!
alright, i did all that! tug blows past brendan like a train and slams the pin into the ground with his fist. he punctuates his words with hard straight blows into the pin's face.