OR ... these posts are always ambiguous
RR - “What are you doing Loretta?”
LL - “I won’t make it in jail. And I can’t bring myself to take the cyanide drop Hill sent over”
LL - “We can provide you cover.”
LL - “No you can’t. They know everything.”
RR - “Yes they do. But so do we and then some. We still have some tricks up our sleeve. Hold out a little longer.”
LL - “OK. Tell Huber to get me a ticket”
RR - “This can all be fine.”
LL - “Thanks, RR.”
Your script makes his hat black too.
LL- Shut up, faggot. Go get your shine box. Oh, and I got all that on tape.
*click*
RR- Oh gosh.