XSal: You let Elroy carry the dishes back. An' Yves can get that for --
Lena: It's been nearly two weeks, Sal. My arm won't fall off if I carry a few drinks.
Riley: Good to see you back.
Lena: Merci.
Sal: You get a chance to talk with Sanderson like you wanted?
Riley: Yes, thank you, he was very helpful. ... Pity about everyone else.
Riley: My client still won't talk to me. Of the people who might know something, half are dead and the other half don't return messages. I'm reduced to stalking Etienne's fellow boxers on the off chance one of them can help him.
Sal: Eh well, I'm sure things will start lookin' up once you've talked to 'em.
Riley: They don't like stalkers, they hate lawyers, and they punch people in the face for a living.
Sal: ... so just leave the bottle, is what you're saying.
Riley: Please.
Lena: It's been nearly two weeks, Sal. My arm won't fall off if I carry a few drinks.
Riley: Good to see you back.
Lena: Merci.
Sal: You get a chance to talk with Sanderson like you wanted?
Riley: Yes, thank you, he was very helpful. ... Pity about everyone else.
Riley: My client still won't talk to me. Of the people who might know something, half are dead and the other half don't return messages. I'm reduced to stalking Etienne's fellow boxers on the off chance one of them can help him.
Sal: Eh well, I'm sure things will start lookin' up once you've talked to 'em.
Riley: They don't like stalkers, they hate lawyers, and they punch people in the face for a living.
Sal: ... so just leave the bottle, is what you're saying.
Riley: Please.
When last we saw.... Lena - Sal - Riley
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