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Getting away with it
E.: Yeah. Give me the eggs over easy, um, and some coffee.
W.: Hash browns?
E.: Fine, yes.
W.: What type of toas --
E.: Look, just go get the (censored) food, would you?
W.:
P.: White toast, please, ma'am. He's sorry about that.
W.: Wh-white toast.
P.: Yes, please.
W.: Okay. Okay.
P.: Man, what's with that? Don't be rude to her. She's doing her job.
E.: (censored) her job, man. I got a (censored) problem here.
P.: But she's not contributing to it, so lay off. And relax a little, man. You're sweating through your collar.
E.: Oh, (censored).
P.: Look, what you're gonna do is you're gonna give C. the two hundred now, okay? And you're gonna explain to him that the rest of it's locked up in investments over the weekend, cause the broker's closed, and you'll transfer it all to his accounts on Monday. Easy enough.
E.: Look, man, on Monday I still won't have the other fifty grand, no matter what I tell him.
P.: Yeah, well. I didn't think I had to mention the fact that you disappear over the weekend. I figured that was the obvious part of the plan. But yeah, since you didn't grasp that: you disappear on Saturday. Or Friday night, even.
E.: That's tomorrow night.
P.: I know that.
E.: I'm so (censored).
P.: Yeah. Unless you get out of town.
E.: I don't know where to go. How do I pay for a trip when I can't even pay back C.?
P.: (censored) C., man. You've got money, right?
E.: Only the two I'm gonna pay him now.
P.: Then here's what you do. Call the (censored) up, tell him to meet you Friday night, somewhere you both know. Where's somewhere you both know?
E.: Um. City hall. We both been tried there this year.
P.: I mean somewhere you both know socially, lunkhead. Where's somewhere you both know? Like a bar, or a restaurant or something.
E.: There's a pub called Sharkey's that he met me at a long time ago.
P.: Will he remember it?
W.: I'm sorry. Here's your food.
P.: Thank you.
E.: Look, miss, I'm sorry I snapped at you.
W.: (censored) off.
E.: Hey!
P.: (laughs)
E.: Did you --
P.: Forget it.
E.: (grumbles)
P.: So this is what you're gonna do, okay? You're gonna tell C. to meet you at Sharkey's Friday at midnight. And then tonight you're gonna skip town with the two you're sposed to give him tomorrow. You got it? Then you're in a good way with money.
E.: He'll come after me.
P.: Right. The mafia wannabe of the San Pedro loan-shark flops is gonna track you to Mexico. Yeah.
E.: My mother's from Mexico.
P.: You wanna visit your grandparents?
E.: I never met em.
P.: Now's the time. Tell me you can get to the money tonight.
E.: I can get to the money tonight.
P.: Then off we go. Leave a nice tip, now. I'll be in the car.
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