But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Shit]

Well, here we fucking go.

[He grabs the saw not because he wants to hurt someone but because he refuses to be weaponless if White decides that the next step is to bash his head into the refrigerator over and over]

[whitetwoguns]

You been holding out. After all that we done for you, you've been slinking right under my [our] fucking nose!

[Larry is still stunned by the gleam of that brilliant collection of stones they bled for.]

Just gonna be your fucking secret huh?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, it was. Until I was sure about this.

[Look, they're all there, okay? Except for maybe like. Two.]

[whitetwoguns]

Sure?

[Angry as he might be, he's not dumb enough to hit a man when he's got a saw though Larry yanks his end of the cuffs.]

Sure you'd get away with it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure that the kid wasn't a narc!

[whitetwoguns]

Gimme another excuse, because you gotta have more than that when you're sitting on this much ice.

[The more he thinks about it, the angrier it makes him.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Imagine if he knew that there were two other boxes]

It's not a fucking excuse! I didn't spend any of it, it's just sitting here.

[whitetwoguns]

[Doesn't take much to imagine. They held up a whole fucking store. It was a big shipment. The numbers are going in his head.]

Good. Then I'll be collecting my cut and Orange's.

[When that handcuff thing is handled.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Shit, White. Should I divvy it up for the rest of the guys? I mean, Blue and Brown, they're dead, and Blonde, but that won't fucking stop them from showing up here.

And they're dead because there was a fucking rat.

[Damn it.]

[whitetwoguns]

It's all of ours. If they come here, they get their cut. Until then, I don't see a reason you gotta sit on em and play banker. We still dunno what the fuck happened. We may never know.

[And Larry earnestly hopes that it stays that way. It's just easier, safer.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Sour face, but it's hard to argue this crap]

You believe him, don't you? That he's not a cop.

[Pink doesn't.]

[whitetwoguns]

I trust him.

[That any be the only true respond he can give. Does it all have to come down to lies? Larry can and will lie, cheat, and do whatever the fuck it takes to ensure their safety.]

Can I trust you, Pink?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Hey. I'm a professional. If I do something, I'm doing it right.

[He pauses]

If you couldn't, I would have been the asshole to turn this ice into green already, wouldn't I?

[whitetwoguns]

Do fucking right then.

[Now that it's out in the open. There's so much money right fucking here. Shit. Larry rakes a hand through his hair.]

Worse than sitting on it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's safe. It's not like any of us are going nowhere.

[whitetwoguns]

Come off of it, Pink. Fuck. Cat is out of the bag. It's all ours. No one's goin' on a spending spree but we got a right. We all went through hell.

[Though two out of three involved parties in the City were bleeding out the gut at some point. If Larry could do two things differently, he would have shot Blonde and kicked Pink harder if leaving with Orange wasn't an option at all.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

....[He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't trust the kid yet.]

You want to divide it up now? Eight shares, but I'll hold onto the ones that aren't here.

[He, after all, has already proven he can hold onto it]

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah. Now.

[Forgetting the cuffs he almost folds his arms.]

...as soon as we get these things off. And from here on out, you keep em but in a place we'll all know about. You got the key and you'd know if someone was here. Got it?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Yank.]

Okay, okay. Above my refrigerator. Most of the time you have to get past the cat to get to it anyway.

[whitetwoguns]

So you'll know.

[Sorry for pulling him this way and that, but not that much.]

Fine. Now gimme the saw. I'll take care of the cuffs.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Are you kidding? He just slams his hand on the kitchen counter]

I'll do it. Hand on the counter, White.

[whitetwoguns]

I want both of em when you're through.

[He'll play. Worst case scenario, Pink is sloppy and one hand is out of commission. One of them is ambidextrous. The other man is on his own.

Hand on the counter, flat and still.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink is a very very skilled thief. Of course he's ambidextrous. He begins to saw, methodically, at the chain.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He doesn't have much of an arm though for having amidexterous hands. Larry's watching. Waiting. Any second now. The metal isn't exactly scraping.]

Try harder.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He obliges]

It's not even dinting.