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Brendan: Where's Dode?
Dode: Hey, Brendan? Maybe you shouldn't be here...
Brendan: Kara told me you know where Em's at.
Dode: Uh-huh. And why are you looking for Em?
Brendan: She asked for my help.
Dode: Uh-huh. Well listen, man, I got plenty on my plate without dealing with some jilted ex.
Brendan: It's not about that.
Dode: Well, whatever it's about, act smarter than you look and drop it.
Brendan: Where's she at?
Dode: You better get while it's good! Heel it now, dig?
Brendan: Throw one at me if you want, hashhead! I got all five senses and I slept last night -- that puts me six up on the lot of you.
Hashhead: Easy, bro...
Brendan: Where's Em?
Dode: Alright! Alright. Alright, alright...
Brendan: Where's Em?
Dode: She's with me. She was tight when she called you, then she came to me and freaked, told me to shake you if you came by. Said you'd only make things worse... Deal with whatever this ain't about and drop it!
Brendan: Tell Em I wanna see her. Tell her if she wants my help or not, it's her business, but I wanna hear it straight from her.
Dode: She don't want--
Brendan: Today! She knows where I eat lunch.
Hashhead: And stay out, man!
Brendan: You the Pin?
The Pin: Yeah. So now I'm very, very curious what you're gonna say next.
Brendan: Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.
The Pin: Helled if you're gonna go breaking my best clients' noses and expecting me to play sandbag. Anyway, you've been sniffing me out before then -- sniffing for me like a vampire bat for a horse with a nick on its ear that he can suck on. They do that. So now you got Tugger to bring you in, which he never does... And you got me listening, so I'm very curious what you have to say that better be really, really good.
Brendan: Why don't you call Ms. in from the hall first; she oughtta hear this.
The Pin: No dice, soldier. Woulda been a neat trick, though.
Brendan: Well, I was just gonna come up with some bit of information or set up some phony deal, anything she'd let me walk. Then I was gonna go to the Vice Principal and spill him the street address of the biggest dope port in the burgh.
Tugger: He knows zippo.
Brendan: 1250 Vista Blanca, the ink blotter on the desk in the den of the basement of the house with the tacky mailbox.
Tugger: You're gonna do what now?!
The Pin: No good, soldier. Alright, Tug, enough. Tug!
Laura: Tug, stop!
The Pin: So, yeah. You're not scared of me. I got it. But I'm also thinking you're a little nuts now. So you've got that trade-off with your situation. But nuts isn't all bad, so maybe it was a good play. I don't know. So, Laura talked me down. Why don't we take you upstairs? Back with the living...
Mrs. M: I thought we had orange juice, Brendan, I'm sorry... How 'bout some tang? No, that's more like soda, isn't it?
Brendan: Water's fine, m'am, thanks.
Mrs. M: Oh, wait a minute! We have apple juice here, if you'd like that. O-- Or we've got milk. But you're having that on your corn flakes...
Brendan: Apple juice sounds terrific.
Mrs. M: It's country style!
Brendan: That's perfect.
Mrs. M: And I'll even give it to you in a little country glass! How 'bout that? Boys?
Tugger: I'm fine, Mrs. M.
The Pin: Thanks, Mom.
Mrs. M: Okay! Well, I'm gonna go, uh... do something in the other room.
The Pin: So... how 'bouts we take another snap at hearing your tale?
Brendan: I dunno. It starts out same as before and this floor ain't carpeted.
The Pin: We're cool, dog.
Brendan: Your muscle seemed plenty cool putting his fist in my head. I want him out.
The Pin: ...Lookie, soldier--
Brendan: The eight blows, or I clam.
Tugger: SO CLAM! What have you got I can't beat out of you back in the basement?!
The Pin: ...Give us a few minutes, Tug. I'll call you if whatever. So?
Brendan: 'bout a year ago, I had a small-town dealing partnership with Jerr Madison. Know him?
The Pin: 'Til he took the fall for you.
Brendan: Yeah. Well, I didn't ask him to, but he was a straight player and I got out clean. Almost. Nothing on my official record, but the VPs play it like I owe 'em one, and when I made it clear I wasn't gonna be playing their hound dog, well, they didn't like it. They keep badgering me, calling me in...
The Pin: Gee, that's tough.
Brendan: I don't like being told whose side I'm on. So now, they think I'm on your trail. I'm in a nice spot to know their movements, feed them yours...
The Pin: I got you.
Brendan: You haven't got me yet.
The Pin: What, price?
Brendan: Considering the benefits my services could yield, I don't think that's unreasonable.
The Pin: And what are your services, exactly? So I can be specific on the invoice.
Brendan: Whatever serves your interests.
The Pin: Fair enough. I'll have my boys check your tail, and seeing how it stretches, we'll either rub or hire you. You'll know which by the end of the day tomorrow. We're done.
Laura: I'll drive you back.
The Pin: If I'm gonna start selling it, how do I know it's not bad?
Brendan: Why would it be?
The Pin: Why was the last one? 'Cause someone got greedy. Tug here's had the means to swipe half of it and cut it bad for a long time. Now we're splits, the lost of my trust is retroactive.
Brendan: Did you, Tug?
Tugger: No.
Brendan: Alright, let's shake and blow.
The Pin: Not good enough.
Brendan: What would be good enough?
The Pin: I wanna see him dose it. Just to prove it. Then we're square.
Tugger: Hell for that. I didn't touch your junk! That's all!
The Pin: I wanna see it.
Tugger: The hell?!
The Pin: Your not wanting to dose it's proving something ain't right here.
Tugger: Oh, it better be! It's telling that-- That I ain't under your thumb no more! That I ain't playing lap-dog to no gassed up! CRIPPLE!
Brendan: I'll dose it.
The Pin: What?
Brendan: If it shuts you two apes up, I'll take the dose. If I don't die, we're all right as rain. Deal?
The Pin: Fine. Tangles.
Brendan: Johnny, go with him.
The Pin: What's happening? Cops?
Johnny: No! The prick! The prick is gone!
The Pin: "Make peace", huh? "Talk it out"? Get your boys in my den so's you could snag under my nose?!
Tugger: Alright!
Brendan: No, it's not that!
The Pin: Was it bad, Tug?! Snag it so I don't know or sell it to flat the war odds?!
Tugger: Alright!
Brendan: Pin, think about it--!
Tugger: I did all of it!
Brendan: Tug!
The Pin: Brendan! No--! Help me! No, no! Brendan, please! Please, help me!
Tangles: It's the cops! Cops!
The Pin: Help me! Brendan, please! Please!
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