XFaden: So you need help goin' up against the old man, do you?
Darwin: I might.
Faden: No need to be coy about it, my man. I got as much reason to hate Sullivan as you.
Darwin: Laissez-moi preciser (let me clarify). I might be looking for help.
Faden: Come on now, frere, you really think you got room to haggle? Murdoch eats kids like you for breakfast. I got contacts, I've known him since he made tête, I came damn close to taking him out myself --
Darwin: That ain't how I heard it.
Faden: ... you need me, was my point.
Darwin: Need? I ain't the one with a jailhouse stink. I ain't running cons just to get clothes on my back. I can use you to get what I want, same as you mean to use me. An' that's the whole of it. Frere.
Faden: My way sounded better.
Darwin: Too bad.
Darwin: I might.
Faden: No need to be coy about it, my man. I got as much reason to hate Sullivan as you.
Darwin: Laissez-moi preciser (let me clarify). I might be looking for help.
Faden: Come on now, frere, you really think you got room to haggle? Murdoch eats kids like you for breakfast. I got contacts, I've known him since he made tête, I came damn close to taking him out myself --
Darwin: That ain't how I heard it.
Faden: ... you need me, was my point.
Darwin: Need? I ain't the one with a jailhouse stink. I ain't running cons just to get clothes on my back. I can use you to get what I want, same as you mean to use me. An' that's the whole of it. Frere.
Faden: My way sounded better.
Darwin: Too bad.
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