Brrrring
"Hello?"
"It's--it's
Scooter."
"Scooter! How ya
doin'?"
"Listen, you have to do something.
They're denying me bail on appeal!"
"Just
calm down, now..."
"I can't do time! You told
me at the start that I wouldn't do
time!"
"Please, Scoot...take a deep
breath..."
"I've been good to you--I've been
a good soldier to you..."
"We know it and we
appreciate it. Don't worry about a
thing."
"Worry? They're fitting me for an
orange tuxedo! Listen--I took the fall. I lied to the grand jury. I lied to the
goddamn FBI. I stopped it dead. I didn't hesitate. You know I didn't hesitate
for a moment!"
"Scooter, you're one of us.
You're made. We owe you for this."
"But
I--can't--do--time! You gotta understand--I can't go in
there!"
"Calm down, Scooter. There's no need
to worry. Listen to me."
"Because if I go in,
I'll break! I know I will! And there's a number of things I know that they'd
very much like to hear--oh God oh god, I didn't mean it to sound like that, I'm
sorry I'm
sorry..."
"Scooter."
"*snuk*--what?"
"Calm
the fuck
down."
"O--OK."
"Now
listen to me. Nobody's doing any time. You hear
me?"
"I hear
you."
"Good. That's good. Now just sit
tight. Everything's going to be taken care of.
Scooter?"
"Yes?"
"We
got it covered."
"Thanks.
I--thanks."
*clik*
Posted: Monday - July 02, 2007 at 10:33 PM