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Brendan?

Emily?

Yeah.

How's things?

Status quo.

Yeah? Mm-hmm.

That's good.

What's going on, Em?

Yeah, it's good to see you, Brendan.

It's been some time.

Two months.

Yeah, I didn't even know your locker.

I had to ask Brain.

Em, why don't we meet somewhere?

Mm, I can't.

Why not?

I screwed up real bad

You know? I really screwed up.

Screwed up how?

I-I did what she said with the brick

I-I didn't know it was bad

But put the Pin's on it now for poor Frisco,

and they're playing it all on me

Slow down. Now, what?

- You gotta help me, Brendan, please.

I think Tug-- Oh, no!

Brain.

Brendan, it's been a while. Where you been eatin'?

- Back of school. - Yeah, no one's seen you.

- What's it been, a couple of months? - It's been a while.

Did you give Emily my locker number?

- Few days ago. Was I wrong? - No.

It's been so long, I don't know you two's stats.

Yeah, it's been a while.

Who's she been eating with?

I don't know. That's hard to keep track.

- Is it? - Can be.

Can be hard to keep track of those things,

because lunch is, um, a lot of things.

Lunch is difficult.

Uh-huh.

She hadn't been doin' too good, Brendan.

Yeah, well, I'm not looking for a patch-up.

Em's life is her own, but she asked for my help.

- Help with what? - I don't know.

I don't even care. It's not my business.

I just want to know she's okay.

We gotta find her. That's all this is.

I know she's been poking in with the Ivy-bound cheerleading elite.

- Laura Dannon's crowd. - Laura Dannon there on the Linc'?

And Brad Bramish, cream on the upper crust.

Em tagged after them for a bit, but it didn't work out.

She picked her way down the food chain.

Last I saw she was with what's-her-name, the drama vamp.

Small-time dealer, evil one.

- The one you dated. - Kara.

That's my bus. You know her locker number?

Kara's? Em's.

269. Thanks, Brain.

Keep your specs on, find me if she shows.

Will do.

Hello, Kara.

- Hello, Brendan. - Kara.

- Come to see the show? - No, I didn't.

Lapdog, blow.

Stay.

- I need words. - Well, I'm listening.

About Emily Kostich.

Run and get my purse. Go on. Hurry up.

Still picking your teeth with freshmen?

- You were a freshman once. - Way once, sister.

You and Em, tight for a bit.

- Who's she eating with now? - Eating with?

Eating with. Lunch. Who?

You're a cutie.

Brendan.

I don't know where she is.

I know you do, so why don't you want me to find out?

Well, maybe I'm looking out for you.

Oh, I appreciate that.

Brendan.

If you're ever looking to get back into things,

I could use you.

Go. Say your line, okay?

- No. - So, I just--

No, he's gotta come in first and then you say your line.

And then he crosses.

Hello?

Yes. Hello, ma'am, this is Tom.

I'm a friend from school. Could I speak to--

Oh sure, Tom. Laura's here. Just a sec.

Yes? I'm calling for details.

For what? Details about the party.

Who is this? Or I'll hang up.

- You don't know me. I'll save you some time. - I know everyone,

- and I have all the time in the world. - The folly of youth.

Ask whose invitation I've got.

What you said.

Emily Kostich.

15 Busch Street in Stockton Cove.

Buzz 42 at the gate. 9:00.

But who gave you--

♪♪

♪♪

♪ The sun whose rays are all ablaze ♪

♪ With ever-living glory ♪

♪ Not deny his majesty ♪

♪ He scorns to tell a story ♪

♪ He don't exclaim, "I blush for shame" ♪

♪ "So kindly be indulgent" ♪

♪ But fierce and bold, in a fiery gold ♪

♪ His glories all effulgent ♪

♪ I mean to rule the earth as he the sky ♪

♪ We really know our worth ♪

♪ the sun and I ♪♪

And the stupid coach-- the coach won't let me play!

So, cheers!

Beautiful. I am Brad Bramish, Coach!

You gotta let me play!

How am I supposed to put in my best game...

if I'm worried about whether or not...

I'm gonna be in there?

Hey. Hey!

What are you doing here?

Leaving.

Oh, yeah?

Brad's not the kind of guy you want to mess with.

Uh-huh.

Fearless Flyer.

Quit your yappin' and fix me one.

Mm. I'll never get through all this.

Uh-huh.

- So why are you here tonight? - I'm looking for Emily.

Em's been AWOL for a good month.

- Nobody's seen her. - I saw her yesterday.

Nearly nobody.

Listen, you're scratching at the wrong door.

I didn't know Em well enough to know the details of what she was in,

I just got wind of the downfall.

If you haven't got a finger in Em's troubles,

then why did her name get me into your rather exclusive party?

Keep up with me now.

I don't know, but it sounded like you did.

And a body's got a right to be curious.

- Now I'm not so sure. - Oh, put that body to bed.

I don't know a damn thing about whatever troubles...

and that works for me.

I just want to find her.

Coffee and Pie.

Coffee and Pie, Oh My?

And you didn't hear it from me.

It's Tugger.

All right.

Will you wait here for me? Sure.

You'll sit right here and wait?

I'll just be five minutes. Yes.

Okay.

- Why don't you say something? - I will not talk about this.

We'll talk about this right now! I won't!

We'll talk about this!

I promise you.

Where's Dode?

Hey, Brendan.

Maybe you shouldn't be here.

Kara told me you know where Em's at. Uh-huh.

And why you looking for Em? She asked for my help.

Uh-huh. Well, listen, man,

I got plenty on my plate without dealing with some jilted ex.

It's not about that.

Whatever it's about, act smarter than you look and drop it.

Where's she at?

You better get while it's good.

Heel it now, dig?

- Uh, yo-- - Throw one at me if you want, hash-head!

I got all five senses and I slept last night.

- That puts me six up on the lot of you. - Easy, bro.

Ow!

Where's Em?

All right! All right. All right.

All right, man.

Where's Em?

She's with me. She was tight when she called you, man.

Came to 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!

Tell Em I want to see her.

Tell her if she wants my help or not, it's her business.

But I want to hear it straight from her. She don't wanna--

Today! She knows where I eat lunch.

And stay out, man!

I must've sounded pretty crazy on the phone yesterday.

You just gotta forget about it.

That's how you can help me out is just,

please, forget about it.

Brendan, I know that you're mad at all these people...

because you think I went away from you and went to them,

but...

you gotta start seeing it as my decision.

You know, stop getting angry just because where I wanna be at...

is different from where you wanna be at, okay?

Who fed you that line, Em?

Stop picking on Dode, okay? He's a good guy.

The pie house rat?

Yeah. He's a good friend.

So what am I?

Yeah, I mean, what are you, um,

eating back here, hating everybody?

I mean, who are you judging anyone?

God, I really Loved you a lot.

I couldn't stand it. I had to get with people.

I couldn't heckle life with you anymore.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Brendan.

I'm sorry.

You gotta come back to me, Em.

No! You're in a spot, but I can get you out.

Come back to me. You're not hearing me!

I don't wanna be put away and protected. I'll deal with--

No! Tell me about the trouble with the brick, the Pin.

Are you going to fix things like you did with Jerr?

No. Okay?

I came here to say good-bye, okay? For good.

Whatever you have to do to let me go,

you gotta do it.

You gotta promise me though, okay?

You have to, that--

that you're not--

you're not gonna torture yourself.

Please?

That you're just gonna let me go.

Just let me go.

Do you know anything else about this?

No. Slim pickings.

Why'd you let Dode fly when he went back to who's-her-name in theater?

Kara? It's their turf.

I couldn't hear 'em without being seen, and that would only biff their play.

Best to know it's there, let it ride and see what comes of it. Anyway.

If this is what I think it is, it didn't come straight from Dode.

Unless he's playing out of his league.

- I could only give you my best guess. - Yeah.

When the upper crust does shady deeds,

they do them in different places around town.

One of them is by the pier.

Another is by the bike trails of state park.

There's a lot of 'em, and the pitch is they've got little symbols for each one...

so they can tell each other the place without word getting around.

- This might be that. - But Dode wouldn't know it?

No, this is the upper crust. Dode's pie-pan grease.

- Call anything up? - How many places start with "A"?

Or if it's a shape, could be a random symbol.

Even if you figure it out, what good would you do?

You said her business was none of yours. So she's all right.

Forget it now.

Go home, sleep.

Brendan, you're up early.

Couldn't sleep.

Find Emily?

You all right?

Yeah. What are you here for? Zero?

Forced into taking the early bus.

The others don't run by my street.

So what's the word with Em?

She's gone.

Can't raise her?

No, I can't.

So what now?

Now, I don't know, I guess, uh--

I don't know.

I can't let her go, Brain.

I was set to, but I can't. I don't think I can.

Do you think you can help her?

No.

You think you can get this straight,

maybe break some deserving teeth?

Yeah, I think I could.

Well?

Tell me to walk from this, Brain.

Tell me to drop it.

Walk from it. Drop it.

But you're thick, Brendan.

Yes, I am.

I need you to op.

Like on Jerr, but that was cake to this.

And unlike Jerr, there's not much chance coming out clean.

24-7 on this one.

You okay to op for me again?

So what first, tip the bulls?

No, bulls would gum it.

They'd flash their dusty standards at the wide-eyes,

probably find some yegg to pin,

probably even the right one.

But they'd trample the real tracks...

and scare the real players back into their holes.

If we're doing this I want the whole story.

No cops, not for a bit.

So what's first?

I don't know.

- Your mom still have that cell? - In her car.

May I borrow it for a few days? Get me the number?

- Yeah. - Wait for my word.

And, um, cover for me first.

I'm, uh, gonna be a little late.

What did you do? Stop it!

What did you do? Are you crying for him?

You're crying for Jerr?

Trueman went straight for him!

He knew the lay! You ratted on Jerr!

Stop it now, Em!

Are you telling me it isn't true? Look at me!

You ratted him out because you were jealous.

No, I spun on him and bulled the two-bit toker...

'cause I know what his world would do to you!

I love you too much to see that. You don't love me!

You just wanna keep me. You're the only thing I love!

You're the only thing I love. And this is how I do it.

I wanna keep you safe.

You can't keep me safe, Brendan, all right?

I'm in a different world now.

And you can't keep me out of it and you can't beat it,

not if I don't want you to.

Here's the cell number. Keep it on vibrate.

Yeah. Better stop meeting me in the open too.

I'm gonna start getting visible. I need you on the underneath.

I'll call. Trueman the Ass V.P. wants words.

I'll bet he does. Keep him off me.

Stonewall him. He won't bite.

Keep him away from me. I'll try. So what's first?

Make Em's troubles mine.

Emily said four words I didn't know.

"Brick"?

- No. - Or "bad brick"?

- No. - "Tug"?

Tug. Tug might be a drink.

Like milk and vodka or something.

"Poor Frisco"?

Frisco.

Frisco Farr was a sophomore last year.

Real trash, maybe hit a class a week.

Didn't know him then, hadn't seen him around.

- "Pin." - Pin.

- The Pin? - The Pin, yeah?

The Pin's kind of a local spook story.

- You know, the Kingpin. - I've heard it.

Same thing. Supposed to be old, like 26, lives in town.

Dope runner, right? Big time.

See, the Pin pipes it from the lowest scrapper to Brad Bramish himself.

Maybe. Ask any dope rat where the junk sprang,

and they'll say they scraped it off that...

who scored it off this, who bought it off someone.

After four or five connections, the list always ends with the Pin.

But I betcha you got every rat in town together and said,

show your hands if any of them actually seen the Pin,

you'd get a crowd of full pockets.

You think the Pin's just a tale to take whatever heat?

Hmm. But what's first?

Show of hands.

Hello, Brendan, are you here for the show? No.

Well, then could you go then, honey, 'cause I have this headache.

Try smoking like a chimney. I've heard that helps.

Hey, isn't this Dode's brand?

You don't know Dode's brand.

Mm, I do now.

I'm gonna start shaking things up.

Give me the story, you might miss the bite.

The story about what?

All right. The story about what?

I don't wanna play games if you've got a headache.

Get me if you wanna spill it,

but I can't guarantee safe passage after tonight.

I don't know what-- Tell the Pin that Brad was my calling card...

and I need words.

Brad Bramish?

Tail Kara at lunch.

She's got rehearsal, but she'll blow early.

She goes home, drop her. Else, wait for my call.

Will do.

I mean, am I crazy? Huh?

This is all I am trying to say here!

Okay, if you put me in the game,

Brad Bramish is gonna do what needs to be done, baby. Okay?

But they don't put me in,

what needs doing ain't gonna get done!

Huh? And then don't come crying to me--

"Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo hoo-hoo"--

if you don't put me in the game!

Now am I right? Of course I'm right!

And don't come to me if you don't let me play!

- They didn't. - Shut up!

Hey!

What are you doing here?

Just listening.

Uh-huh.

All right, you got me.

I'm a scout for the Gophers.

Been watching your game for a month,

but that story right there just clinched it!

You got heart, kid. How soon can you be in Minneapolis?

Yeah?

Cold winters, but they got a great public transit system.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

There's a thesaurus in the library.

"Yeah" is under "Y." Go ahead. I'll wait.

Yo, who invited you?

To the parking lot?

Gee, I guess I invited myself.

Maybe you wanna go somewhere more private.

With you? Mm.

Sure.

This boy knows what's good for him, he'll just beat it.

Whoopin' this small fry's butt ain't gonna help me none.

Sure ain't gonna help him neither.

Come on, Brad!

Hey, is there a fight? Yeah.

You're quite a pill. Uh-huh.

Where are you going? Home.

Why did you take a powder the other night?

Same reason I'm taking one now.

Hold it.

I want to help you. Go away!

Look, I can't trust you.

You ought to be smart enough to know that.

I didn't shake up the party to get your attention, and I'm not heeling you to hook you.

Your connections could help me,

but the bad baggage they bring would make it zero-sum gain or even hurt me.

Better off coming at it clean.

I wouldn't have to lead you in by the hand.

I... can't... trust... you.

Brad was a sap. You weren't.

You're with him, so you're playing him. So you're a player.

With you behind me, I'd have to tie one eye up watching both of your hands.

I can't spare it.

You're not Brad.

No, I'm not.

You didn't call Sorry.

Kara went home though, didn't she?

Yeah, but she stopped at a pay phone and made two calls

that she didn't want on her phone bill. Get the numbers?

No, sorry It's all right.

Me and Brad front page news?

All the buzz You really do them? Yeah.

Why, is Brad the Pin? Brad? He's a sap!

I downed him on his field and his crew didn't bite.

Now I know he's a sap, and anyone who acts like he isn't is profiting by it.

That's not why I roughed him though. For kicks?

Economics. Brad's the school's biggest Jake buyer,

so if this Pin is behind all the selling, I got his attention.

Anyway, now we've shaken the tree. Let's wait and see what falls on our heads.

Will do.

So you didn't know this boy?

No, sir. Never seen him.

Hmm. And he just hit you?

Like I said, he asked for my lunch money first.

Good thing I brown-bagged it.

Okay, Brendan, I've been looking to talk to you.

You've helped this office out before.

No, I gave you Jerr to see him eaten,

not to see you fed.

Fine. Very well put.

Accelerated English. Mrs. Kasprzyk.

- Tough teacher. - Tough but fair.

Okay.

We know you're clean.

And you've--

Despite your motives, you've always been an asset to this office.

And you're a good kid.

Uh-huh.

I want to run some names past you.

Hold it. We're not done here.

I was done here three months ago.

I told you then I'd give you Jerr and that was that.

- I'm not your inside line and I'm not your boy. - That's not very helpful.

You know what I'm in if the wrong yegg saw me pulled in here?

- What are you in? - No.

And no more of these informal chats either.

You got a discipline issue with me, write me up or suspend me...

and I'll see you at the parent conference.

Hold on!

I could write you up for talking back to a V.P....

and for looking at me in that threatening way.

I would exercise a little tact, Mr. Frye.

You can't pull a stunt like that...

unless there's something I need you for.

So is there?

- Maybe. - Maybe.

Maybe there's something you need from me.

Maybe.

All right, I need you off my back completely for the next few weeks.

There might be some heat soon.

If it's something I can't cover, I won't go to bat for you.

If I get caught like that, it's curtains anyway.

I can't have brass cutting me favors in public.

I'm just letting you know now...

so you don't come kicking in my homeroom door once trouble starts.

Okay.

Okay, here's what I can do.

I won't pin you for anything you aren't caught at.

But if anything comes up with your prints on it, I can't help you.

Also, if I get to the bottom of whatever this is...

and it gets too hot, and you don't deliver,

Veep's gonna need someone to turn over,

police-wise.

And I'll have you.

So there better be some meat at the end of this like you say.

Or at least a fall guy.

Or you're it.

Nope, Dode is MIA

I'm nine of 10 that Kara's got him, but who knows where?

I shook but she's not spilling.

No more job offers, so she's gotta play

I know enough about Kara to let that worry me.

All right, keep your specs on for him. Any other news?

Some Laura Dannon came to me looking for you

She did, huh? Fourth period.

Nearly shook me upside down.

Can't say I didn't enjoy it, but why'd she come to me?

She's tapping Kara, and Kara knows you know me. Well, she's some piece of work.

If I had known where you were, I might have told her.

That's the spirit.

Ask around for Dode, tail Kara again at lunch.

I've got knives in my eyes. I'm going home sick.

Call you tonight. All right.

I want to see the Pin.

I want to see the Pin.

I guess you do.

♪♪

You the Pin?

Yeah.

So now I'm very, very curious what you're gonna say next.

Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.

Hell, if you're gonna go breaking my best clients' noses...

and expect 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.

Why don't you call Ms. Dannon in from the hall first. She oughta hear this.

No dice, soldier.

Would have been a neat trick though.

I was just gonna come up with some bit of information...

or set up some phony deal, anything so you'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 burg.

- He knows zippo. - 1250 Vista Blanca.

The ink blotter on the desk, in the den in the basement...

of the house with the tacky mailbox.

You gonna do what now?

No good, soldier.

All right, Tug, enough.

- Tug! - Tug, stop!

My glasses?

To hell with you then. Which wall is the door in?

Sorry about this, kid.

But what the hell with what you said before?

Where you were at, with all of us and Tug a fist away,

you gotta use your nut.

Allay the situation.

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.

I thought we had orange juice, Brendan. I'm sorry.

How about some Tang?

No, that's more like soda, isn't it?

Water's fine, ma'am, thanks. Oh, wait a minute.

We have apple juice here if you'd like that.

Or we've got milk, but you're having that on your corn flakes.

Apple juice sounds terrific. It's country style.

- That's perfect. - And I'll even give it to you in a little country glass.

How 'bout that?

Boys? I'm fine Mrs. M.

Thanks, Mom. Mmm.

Okay, well,

I'm gonna go, uh,

do something in the other room.

So, how 'bouts we take another snap at hearing your tale?

I don't know. It starts out same as before,

and this floor ain't carpeted.

- We're cooled off. - Your muscle seemed plenty cool...

putting his fist in my head.

I want him out.

Lookee, soldier--

- The ape blows or I clam. - So clam!

What have you got I can't beat out of you back in the basement?

Give us a few minutes, Tug.

I'll call you if whatever.

So?

About a year ago, I had a small-time dealing partnership with Jerr Madison.

- Know him? - Till he took the fall for you.

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 V.P.'s play it like I owe 'em one.

When I made it clear I wasn't gonna be playing their hound dog,

well, they didn't like it.

They keep badgering me and calling me in.

Gee, that's tough.

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.

- I got you. - You haven't got me yet.

What, price?

Considering the benefits my services could yield,

I don't think that's unreasonable.

And what are your services exactly?

So I can be specific on the invoice.

Whatever serves your interests.

Fair enough.

I'll have my boys check your tale.

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.

I'll drive you back.

Just drop me at school.

How long was I out?

Half an hour.

Took all of it for me to cool the Pin down.

Thanks.

Do you trust me now?

Less now than when I didn't trust you before.

Maybe if you can tell me your angle in all this I could.

Emily tried to get with Brad and I about--

Three months ago, and you stonewalled her.

Oh, all right, if you've already got the world's address.

Three months ago.

And I liked her. But she wasn't us and it didn't work.

And when she left, she took some souvenirs with her,

dirty habits she wasn't strong enough to control...

and a connection to the Pin to keep them going.

A few months pass, and the next I hear the Pin's raging...

over a certain situation with the junk Em's partial to.

And it's all coming down on her head.

You're saying Em scraped the junk off the Pin?

I don't care how hard she was hooked, I don't buy that.

You weren't there. She wasn't herself. It had dug deep.

It was awful.

Whether she scraped or copped...

or just ran her tab around the world and into her own back,

must've been grand.

Never seen the Pin so hot.

And when he thought his precious--

his bricks of whatever it was, when one of them was missing...

he scared me.

Why are you telling me all this? What's your play?

You think nobody sees you.

Eating lunch behind the portables,

loving some girl like she's all there is, anywhere, to you.

I always seen you.

Or maybe I liked Emily.

Maybe I see what you're trying to do for her.

Trying to help her.

And I don't know anybody who would do that for me.

Now you are dangerous.

Mr. Shanlan, should I actually kiss her here?

No, no, just move on to the next scene.

Brendan, Brendan, Brendan.

Where's Dode flopped?

I know you two are cozed up,

so you tell me or you won't.

Now, last time I checked...

you were giving me ultimatums.

It worked. You went to Laura, told her my tale.

- Part of the plan? - Turned out to be.

I just feel so cheap and used.

Gol, I must seem a real cad.

Sometimes I just hate myself.

Whatever happened to us, Brendan?

Where's Dode flopped?

We used to be a pair and a half.

Sometimes I miss having someone to talk to.

Do you ever miss having someone to talk to?

Oh, yeah.

You must.

I need to hear Dode's tale about Emily. It's important.

You better be sure you wanna know what you wanna know.

Uh-huh.

Laura's working with me now,

and I'll have the Pin and Tug in my corner soon.

The sooner I get the truth from Dode or the truth about Dode from you,

- the safer you'll both be. - Hmm.

No? Then pass it on to Dode anyway.

Maybe he'll have the sense to get out from under you before he gets hurt.

You didn't.

Did you?

Dode and Kara are shacked up, but what's their play?

I don't know. Dode passed Emily the note.

He knows something.

Now Kara's got him under her thumb, she's gonna use him somehow.

But I don't know and I don't know,

so all we can do is wait till she shows some cards.

Anyway, tomorrow we see if the Pin hires me or breaks my knees.

Give us 70-30.

If we're in, I get under his skin and see what's what.

You stick to Kara, keep your specs peeled for Dode.

And stay away from Laura.

I think she's with us, Brendan.

I'll let you know when she is.

Okay

You the Pin's?

What's his answer?

Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Way back!

Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Way back!

Chuck Burns.

Long-haired lug, deals, shines a blade.

I know him, I just can't pin him to any crowd

He's definitely not muscle for anyone

He taps the Carrow's crowd, but doesn't hang with them.

- If you've got a guess, I could check it out - He's with the Pin.

Everything's kablooey, and I gotta blow the burg.

I'll check it out and--

Never mind. If I don't call by 3:00, call in the bulls.

So?

So.

That's what you'll get every week for your services.

Unless of course there's some specific job,

in which you'll get sliced in with my crew.

- Square? - Yeah.

We're doing a thing tonight down at The Hole.

Know it?

South of T Street. Yeah.

It's a little "welcome-you-in" thing.

6:00.

I know what you did. I was in the tunnel.

I saw you hide her

- Dode. - Anyone I tell, it would ruin you some way,

and I'm gonna tell someone.

Are you making an offer? Maybe.

Or maybe I'll just do you in

Hire another hash-head to blade me?

Don't need no blade, shamus.

- I just gotta squawk. - What do you want?

Just to see you sweat.

Brendan?

Brain.

Are you all right?

So I'm gonna start you on the dope circles.

Anyway, there's not much else doing.

I'm tailing out this big deal, but it's almost done.

Oh, yeah, what was it?

It was big-time. Biggest I ever done.

And there was a snag in it, but it's almost done now.

What was it?

You're going to make me curious being so curious.

I wanna lay something out.

You're coming into a certain situation,

and I'm sort of bringing you in because of it.

I didn't tell Tug to hit you for the Brad Bramish thing.

He got hot and he just hit you.

He's been doing that. Yeah?

Yeah.

Muscle you can't control's no good at that.

You're working for me, not for Tug. That's all.

All right.

It's tough sometimes.

It's twisted, complicated.

I don't know.

Everyone's got their thing.

You read Tolkien? What?

You know, the Hobbit books?

Yeah.

His descriptions of things are really good.

Oh, yeah, he makes you want to be there.

Don't go to class. What?

Fifth period, Trueman and the V.P. come in asking for you.

Did they call your mom? Probably. I got in late.

Get out of there too, then.

Meet me behind the library.I've got stuff.

Frisco Farr was found on a sidewalk...

three weeks ago outside of Pinkerton's Deli.

He was in a coma. His stomach contained a sausage sandwich,

a horse dose of heroin and traces of choleric tricemate,

which is a poisonous chemical found in laundry detergent.

He's still under, nobody's talking,

- so nothing's come of it. - O.D.?

No. The chem the junk must've been cut with put him down.

Bad junk, "bad brick." Could that form of heroin be called "brick"?

It was a concentrated powder.

Its street handle is "whip," "rock" or "Brock."

From Laura.

I told you to stay clear of Laura.

- You tell her to stay clear of me? - I gotta get voice mail.

No, tell her I'll be at the Pin's at 1:00.

Any news with the lug?

No, no news.

This isn't good.

No.

Ask.

Administration.

Gary Trueman's office, please.

This is Trueman.

What the hell are you doing asking for me in class?

What the hell are you doing out of class?

What? The V.P. and I...

needed to ask you a few questions about Emily Kostich,

who you might have heard is missing.

It's a very serious thing.The police are involved.

The V.P. and I knew you two were close.

So the V.P. and I came to ask you questions, but you were truant--

- What? - Been cut loose. Not safe here.

We shouldn't have met in the open. Lay low, but ask on the underneath for Dode.

He set up whatever Emily walked into.

It's getting more urgent that we talk.

- What are you gonna do? - I'd have liked to play it safe,

but there's no time.

The Pin's not letting anything drop.

Have to push things a bit. How?

- I don't know. - Find Dode.

What with the poking, genius? Maybe you're poking for your bull friends?

I can't face up at school, the V.P.'s so hot for me!

Maybe you're looking to make good!

I'm looking to find this big game the Pin's played.

Not to gum it, but just so when its tail jams in my back,

I know who to bill for the embalming!

- You ought to ask him what you wanna know. - I did. He didn't tell me.

The Pin's not giving me the straight. That makes me nervous.

Makes me angry.

Yeah.

That's understandable.

There was 10 of them.

I don't know where he picked them, he didn't tell me.

Huh. So we get 10 kilos of Brock.

Ain't enough marks in the whole burg to eat that,

so he unloads eight up north, even up to the docks.

I don't know who.

- Didn't tell you. - Yeah.

That was eight. So that's the tenth in there.

We gotta break it off into doses.

Sell off around the high, maybe some by Shorecliffs.

What about the ninth brick?

Yeah, there were some problems with that.

Oh, yeah?

It, uh--

It, uh, disappeared.

Someone skimmed it.

We started raising hell with all the likely suspects,

and what do you know, it came back.

But it came back bad.

One of ours took a dose off the top,

laid him out.

Frisco?

Yeah, poor Frisco.

You heard about that?

We'll catch the rat.

Just takes time.

I heard something fell with Emily Kostich.

Emily who?

Kostich?

Don't know her.

Huh.

Has the Pin talked about her? Not to me.

He might know something.

Ask him.

Tell me what he says, 'cause...

you know, if he heard something, I wanna check.

Sure.

Powwowing?

Just shootin' the shat.

Yeah, just shootin' it.

Good.

Tug, I got a call...

from someone who says they know something about Emily.

Emily? Emily Kostich.

Where she's at now.

Says we'd wanna know. Wants to meet.

Yeah?

So we'll meet. 4:00.

Emily used to be Tug's girl.

You knew Emily, didn't you? A while back.

You've heard she's missing?

I heard that.

So maybe you wanna come along too.

What does Emily got to do with you?

Show. Maybe we'll find out.

4:00.

That's my ride.

4:00.

Pay phone, anywhere.

The mobile customer you've called is not available.

What time is it? Brendan, you probably--

What time is it? 3:40!

You're exhausted. You've swallowed a lot of blood.

Get back in the car. Shut up!

You need to go to the hospital. You're sick! Shut up, please! Please!

Okay, what you gotta do is drive around in the pie house lot...

so Dode's gotta go by you or me to get down to the tunnel.

If you see Dode, then honk four times, long-short, long-short.

And don't be seen. Get back in the car.

Do it!

Please? I need you to do this.

I need you here.

Please.

- What are you doing, Dode? - You gonna stop me?

- What do you think you're doing? - I saw what you did.

- What did you see? - I saw you.

- Where? - I was in the tunnel! I saw you!

You were with her dead, and you took the body!

I saw you hide it! Yeah, I did.

That's all you saw? What about before?

- Before what? - Before I got there.

- Did you see who killed her? - You killed her!

- I found the body, Dode. - No, you-- We-- I thought you didn't.

But we figured you out. I got the news on you 'cause you hid the body.

- Who's we? - Shut up! Shut up!

You're always talkin', always this and that! You're gonna shut up!

- I didn't kill her. - You're not gonna talk!

- I know you're thinking of Em. - Shut up!

I know you tried to help her. You're gonna shut your mouth!

Me and Kara, we're gonna bury you,

and we're gonna get paid doing it, dig?

You're gonna put it over real nice!

You're in over your head. You don't wanna put your hand in this!

She's dead, you-- Why was she scared?

She came to me! Who was she scared of?

I think I know why. I just gotta know who!

You're trying to confuse me! You couldn't stand it! Your little Em!

She was gonna keep it. It was mine, and you couldn't stand that!

What was yours?

- I had you pegged. - What was yours?

I loved her... and I would have loved that kid.

I'm gonna bury you.

What'd I miss?

Dode here says Emily Kostich is dead.

Oh, yeah?

He says he knows who did it.

Says he knows where the body is.

Says he wants more money than I think the information is worth.

That so, Dode?

So walk. What's the info have to do with you anyways?

- Plenty. - "Plenty," he says.

Uh-huh. And he wants cash on the nail.

He's a pot-skulled reef-worm with more hop in his head than blood.

- Why pay for dirt you can't believe? - No, you'll believe this.

Maybe you will. No, you will.

'Cause it's someone close to you, real close.

Maybe it's hot, but it's Dode.

- You can't trust it. - Real close.

I'm getting my shoes wet for this?

- Let him milk you if you want. - - Stay.

It's still too much.

No, it isn't. You won't complain when you hear it.

- Maybe you should-- - You had her up against the wall with the brick.

I know my business. It's still too much.

No, it isn't 'cause that's not why she was killed.

But it's real important to you,

'cause the person who killed her is real close, 'cause he's got a lot to lose.

And he knows if I don't bury him by spilling to you,

I spill to the bulls and I bury him for real.

And he's really, really scared.

- She had a kid in her, and he couldn't stand it!

- Tug, it's all right! - Tug, stop!

Tug!

Tug.

She sprung it on me just--

It'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... about it being true.

About it being mine.

Maybe I did it...

'cause I thought it was true.

It's a hell of a thing.

You up?

What's the stats?

Everyone's just laying low.

You're here with us now at my folks' place.

Everyone's assuming it's war.

No one's said anything yet.

Everyone's laying low.

At war?

- You're with us. - The hell I am.

All right, I'm with you.

Just lie low.

Sleep some more.

Laura, she said you should sleep.

Stupid? Hey, Huxley, I'm back!

Brendan? Yeah.

Are you-- What? Man, have you heard about Dode?

I was there. Where were you yesterday? I called.

Kasprzyk took my phone, turned it off.

I just now got it back. All right, listen.

Are you okay? Just listen.

Is my name in the papers with the story? No.

Is it just Dode's name in the papers? Yeah. What do you mean?

Listen, I'm gonna be calling you tonight, probably late.

Sleep with your phone on. Could you get a car if you needed to?

If it's late enough, I could take my mom's.

Be ready then. I'll call.

Brendan, did you hear about Dode?

You scheming tramp. You set that poor kid up.

You held Dode like a card till you could play him. For money!

I don't know what you're talking about.

You'd bury me at the same time, but it was mostly for the money!

You got Dode thinking Em had his kid, thinking I did it, and that was enough for him.

But he stuck to the money 'cause you had your claws in him!

'Cause he couldn't come away from the deal without it and make you happy!

Brendan, I think you need to sit down for a second.

I think you're just a mess right now.

Can you please, sweetheart, can you go run and get my shoes from the locker room?

Still wish you knew what you wanted to know?

You know, if it's any consolation, it probably wasn't Dode's kid.

It might have been Tug's kid. Frankly, I wouldn't bet a horse.

It was kind of a crowded field there at the end, if you know what I mean.

Meanie.

Aaah! What are you doing?

Showing your ace!

Far enough.

Everyone's paying social calls.

So, what are the stats?

- The stats are war. - Tug got hot. He panicked.

- Tug's been after my digs from the get-go. - No, he's been anxious.

He thought if you found out he killed Emily, you'd turn him over.

- He was right. - Yeah, well.

I told him to get the straight, no roughing. I wasn't even there.

All right, so he's a hothead.

You don't want him on your side. Let's have a powwow before we start digging trenches.

Maybe we can all walk away amiable enemies.

Yeah, all right.

- 4:00. - Tomorrow?

Tonight. Let's clear it all before it boils up again.

Wait.

I'll drive you back.

So here's the sit.

You and the Pin are gonna powwow tonight. 4:00, his place.

Bring all the muscle you want, you won't need it.

He wants to talk straight, and you're gonna work with him for whatever he needs.

- You don't want war. - The hell I don't.

The Pin's sitting on the brick profits. Hitting him now would be post.

Make peace, wait for your chance.

He's right, Tug. Smooth it out.

Besides, he's got you on the Dode thing.

War will mean you versus him and every bull in the burg.

Yeah, we'll talk.

You going? Yeah.

Go away.

I'm sorry, Brendan.

I'm so sorry.

Don't go tonight.

I gotta make sure everything plays out smooth.

It'll play out however it plays without you there.

I gotta make sure. Why?

'Cause if there's war, I'm in it too.

I'm just scared.

If things go bad tonight,

just be careful.

- Your folks left the car here? - Yeah.

Take it and Laura's. I'll go first in yours.

- The hell you'll take mine. - The scenic route, draw off any tailers.

They'll think it's you, might even radio back you're alone.

Mr. Smarts.

You got a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

I've seen you smoke.

I don't smoke cigarettes.

Give me 15 minutes, then go.

Write this down.

I'm gonna be out of the Pin's by 4:15.

So at exactly 4:15, you put an anonymous call in to the bulls.

You tell them there are drugs in the trunk of the black Mustang...

outside the Pin's house.

- Can you get the car? - Yeah.

All right, after you call the cops, go to Tug's house.

12 Elm. Park outside and wait. Laura's inside.

She hasn't got a car, but if she blows on foot or gets a pick,

tail her, all right?

All right? Okay.

I'll call you when it gets light.

Thanks, Brain.

Talk.

I want full assurance that any heat from Emily and Dode is on just you.

I don't even want my name pulled into this shindig.

Second, you owe me six C's.

No rush, but I want your shake that they'll be home in not too much time.

That's square. You did him after all.

Lay low, it'll blow over.

Stick on this, one of you will dish it to bury the other, you'll both get the rap.

As for the six, did you borrow it?

- Yeah. - Then you owe it. Shouldn't need to shake on that.

All right to both. Good. Let's seal it up and blow for keeps.

Third thing.

The last brick.

It's yours.

That's not the point.

I'm gonna start selling it.

How do I know it's not bad?

- Why would it be? - Why was the last one?

Because 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 loss of my trust is retroactive.

Did you, Tug? No.

- All right, let's shake and blow. - Not good enough.

What would be good enough?

I want to see him dose it...

just to prove it.

- Then we're square. - Hell for that.

I didn't touch your junk!

- That's all! - I wanna see it.

- To hell! - Your not wanting to dose it...

- is proving something to me right here. - Oh, it better be.

It's tellin' that I ain't under your thumb no more!

That I ain't playin' lapdog to no Gothed-up cripple!

- I'll dose it. - What?

If it will shut you two apes up, I'll take the dose.

If I don't die, we're all right as rain.

Deal?

Fine.

Tangles.

Johnny, go with him.

Where is it? Where's the brick? What's happening?

- What'd you do with it? - I didn't touch your brick!

You better give it back.

What's happening? Cops?

No. The brick--

The brick is gone.

Make peace, huh? Talk it out?

Get your boys in my den so you could snag it under my nose!

No, all right? It's not that!

Was it bad, Tug?

Snag it so I don't know, or sell it off to flat the war odds!

Pin, think about it! I did all of that!

Tug, no!

Brendan!

No!

Help me! Uh!

No! No!

Brendan, please!

Stop!

Please, help me!

It's the cops!

- Cops! - Help me!

Brendan, please!

Please!

- Hey, where are you? - Library. Where are you?

Did she blow last night?

No, stayed there till 6:30, then walked to school.

You didn't give her a ride, did you?

No. She came to school straight from Tug's?

Yeah. She there now?

Yeah. Not with me, but here.

All right, tell her I want to meet up on the field in half an hour.

Then go home, get some sleep.

Will do.

Did you see it all? With the Pin and Tug?

No, I took your advice and didn't go.

No?

What happened?

The papers say six dead.

Three around the house,

girl in the back of Tug's car, and the Pin and Tug.

Yeah?

Tug tried to shoot his way out when the police got there.

They tied him to Dode too.

Same gun. And the girl.

Huh.

It's a good thing you weren't there.

Yeah.

Do you think the girl is Emily?

Probably.

You loved her?

Yeah, I did.

You did all of this because you loved her.

And now it's finished.

No.

What?

It's not finished.

Tug pulled the trigger on Em, and he got the fall for it,

but the bulls could have found that out without me.

I set out to know who put her in the spot,

who put her in front of the gun.

That was you, angel.

What are you talking about?

It was you.

- Brendan. - What?

You want the whole tale? You want me to tell it to you?

Tell it to me.

All right, from the top.

You had your fingers in Brad Bramish for appearances...

and to keep him buying from the Pin, who you were hooked with.

When Emily came to you and Brad,

you saw her for what she was,

an insecure little girl trying to get in.

She goes on the back burner.

Meanwhile, maybe you're getting bored, maybe just greedy,

but when the Pin scores big with the bricks, you take your shot.

You hook one, take half, cut it back to size,

but you cut it back bad.

Maybe accidentally, maybe to down the Pin's operation, doesn't matter.

You put it back.

Poor Frisco doses off it and lands in a coma.

So now the Pin's fuming.

Maybe he's jealous of Brad, so he comes to Brad's crowd looking for blood,

or at least a scape'.

You're in big trouble. There's gonna be a war over this.

And there's Emily.

She trusts you. She wants in.

- It's duck soup. - No!

You frame her for the bad brick, then you cut her loose.

You turn on your heel and bite her in the throat!

Last week at the pay phone, Del Rio and Sarmentoso,

she saw something she was scared of.

Tug's car driving by, the Pin riding shotgun.

But she wouldn't have seen the Pin.

No, she was across the street, angel.

She saw the driver's side. She saw you.

She saw you and she ran like she saw some devil.

Brendan, she was-- She took the hit.

Dode hid her away, but the Pin was onto her.

He tracked her down and told her to meet, that they'd make good.

He gave her a time and a place and sent Tug to get the straight.

But maybe you had talked Tug up.

Or maybe he just blew a fuse.

But when Em sprung it on him she had her kid,

he did what anyone could count on Tug doing:

He hit her.

She took the hit for you, and you let her take it.

- Stop! Stop it! - That's the tale.

- Tell me it's not. - Stop it! No!

- Then tell me it's not. - It's not.

It isn't true.

I hope it isn't.

I want you to have been on my side all along.

Not just trying to get me under your thumb...

like Brad, and the Pin and Tug.

But I think you knew that party was gonna blow up.

I think that was your final play.

But I hope I'm wrong.

I hope everything I wrote in the note...

that I dropped at Gary Trueman's office this morning is wrong,

about your and Brad's involvement in the Pin's runnings.

And I hope you didn't steal the brick last night...

in your purse.

I didn't.

Good.

That means you didn't let me walk into a slaughterhouse.

And you didn't lead the Pin and Tug and their crews to the slaughter.

And when Trueman reads my note,

takes my cue and searches your locker,

he won't find a damn thing.

Oh, Brendan,

don't do this.

It's done.

Done?

Well, that's most of it.

Nine out of 10.

I told Em to tell Tug it was his.

Told her it would soften him up.

Sh-- She said she wished she could keep it,

but she didn't love the father.

I was gonna drive her down to the doctor the next day.

Most wouldn't.

She was already starting to show.

Three months.

Do you know whose kid that makes it?

Or have you known all along?

Mother--

You get your straight?

Yeah. I wouldn't have, if I, uh--

It's all right.

Chuck Burns came to.

Knife guy. Spilled it all to the bulls.

Turns out Brad Bramish hired him on his own.

It was just a grudge thing. Fits.

You did good, Brain. Go sleep.

Yeah, you too.

What'd she whisper to you?

She called me a dirty word.

All right, you don't have to tell me.

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