Conversation

- You took your time.
- Yes.
- Free as a bird, eh?
- Free as a bird, brother.
- Well, we'd better order soon or else that bitch of a waitress will give us spit soup again.
- Frank.
- I've seen her do it, man, I'm not even fucking joking.
- Will you listen to me?
- What? I'm sitting here dumb as a tongueless son of a bitch. You talk whenever the hell you like.
- Shut up.      Gibbons is gone.
- The fuck do you mean gone.
- What do I? I mean gone gone, bloody gone, brother.
- Dead?
- How would I know? The bastard's gone, isn't he?
- Alright, Christ, I'm just trying to understand you you're coming at me like you always do with fucking riddles.
- He's gone, Frank, the hell is so difficult to understand about that?
- Alright alright. So what did you did?
- What did I do? I came here you thick shit.
- Settle down for Christsake, we're in public view in case you forgot.
- What are we gonna do?
- It's alright, it's alright.
-     What?
- We're going to call Dyle.
- Who the hell is that?
- You haven't heard of Dyle? Guys the talk of the pig room, the news room and every dank bar in this dumpcity hellhole.
- Alright well who is this underworld celebrity? And what's he gonna do, go find Frank and get it off him?
- I don't know what he's gonna do, I just know he's good.
- He's good?
- Yeah, when he does stuff he's good at it.
- Like what?
- I don't fuckin' know like beheading puppies.
- What the fuck are you...?
- Hi. Can I take your orders?
- Fuck this.
- Hi, yeah. I'll have a coke.
- I'll have the biggest omelette your chef can make with everything in it. By the way, where's that girl who was serving us before?
- She didn't come in today.
- Hmm.
- No food for you, sir?
- Piss off.
-       Jesus Harry, that guy looks like barely 20.
- So? What do you want from me?