VINNIE: Yeah. Maybe I could help you out with Rosie. I don’t know.

CARTER: You could help me out with Rosie? What is wrong with you, Vinnie?

VINNIE: I don’t know. Seems like it’d be a fair exchange. I help you out with Rosie, you could help me out with Cecilia.

CARTER: Cecilia?

VINNIE: This girl.

CARTER: The one who had you popped?

VINNIE: Yeah. That one.

CARTER: I don’t know how your mind operates, Vinnie. You don’t give two shits about this girl, do you? You’re just looking for a way to sabotage me.

VINNIE: Sabotage you?

CARTER: Yeah! Plotting behind my back. What else have you got to do, laying around here with your bottle and your bullshit detective paraphernalia? Dream up ways stab me in the back!

VINNIE: I was just making an offer, Carter. That’s all I was doing. A friendly gesture. I know how—painful it can be, see—When things—fall apart.

Pause.

CARTER: I am leaving, Vinnie! I am walking out this door and you can take all the junk you’ve supposedly got on me and turn it in.

VINNIE: You don’t want me to do that.

CARTER: Gather it all up and trundle it down to the local PD! Tell them your amazing tale! Tell them how come you’ve waited fifteen years before you revealed all the slimey facts! Tell them how much you want to go to prison right along with me! I’m sure they’ll be more than willing to re-open the case. There’s such a scarcity of dramatic crime these days!

VINNIE: I’ll make you a deal.

CARTER: Oh, now you’re gonna make me a deal? Stick it where it fits, Vinnie!

VINNIE: Just listen to me.

CARTER: I made you an offer but all you wanna do is jerk me around! Play this little psycho-game of how you’re really the big dog pushing all the buttons. All you are is a scumbag fugitive from the law, Vinnie! A fleeing felon! That’s all you are. A low-life punk who gets busted for harassing women. Good luck, pal.

VINNIE: No wait! Just hang on a second.

CARTER: You can’t hurt me, Vinnie. You’ve hurt yourself too much.

VINNIE: Just do me one favor, okay? One last favor. I haven’t asked you for many favors over the years, have I?

CARTER: Are you begging now?

VINNIE: Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.

CARTER: You’re begging. That’s better.

VINNIE: Yeah.

CARTER: That’s more in line with how it should be.

VINNIE: Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.

CARTER: What kinda favor do you want, Vinnie?

VINNIE: I got—used to talking to this girl. I liked talking to her. She’s—nice, ya know. She’s not Rosie but she’s—nice.

CARTER: A nice girl.

VINNIE: Yeah.