HOSS: (staring at image) What’s that?

MEERA: The El Caminos.

HOSS: I didn’t bring you down here to look at pix of Roadkill! I’m ready for a Matar, man. A major Matar! I wanna move!

MEERA: You’ll blow it.

HOSS: I’ll blow it? What do you know. I’ve always moved on a sixth sense. I don’t need your crossed-up, half-assed chart mix! We might as well be staring at box tops from Quaker Oatmeal. Might be more current than this shit.

BECKY: You gotta play privy to the Charts, Hoss. You never went against the Charts before.

HOSS: That was before. When Charts were Charts. Everyone was tuned to E Major back then. The Killing Floor was level. I’m falling behind now! Maybe you don’t understand that! I’m falling behind because I’m still tuned to E Major!

MEERA: Not true, Hoss. No verdo. Lookit this. Take a look-see. (He changes the image again.) The El Caminos are about six points off the shuffle. Mojo Root Force is the only one even close enough to flutter and Mojo’s got no turn of foot. Never had that bottom gear.

HOSS: Mojo? That Fruitcake? What’d he conk?

MEERA: Phoenix, Hoss. He slipped it while the Caminos threw camp, thinking he was outa range.

HOSS: Phoenix? That’s my Mark! I claimed that ticket! He can’t take Phoenix!

MEERA: It’s done, Hoss. Least according to this jibe.

HOSS: That’s against the Code! That’s an out-and-out cry-down against the Code! Didn’t the Keepers chop him?

BECKY: Keepers are getting usurped too, Hoss. Everybody’s on the buyback.

HOSS: When did this shit happen? How come I’m the last to find out?

BECKY: We thought it’d rattle you too much.

HOSS: Rattle me! Nothing rattles me like knowing there’s doo-dah going on behind my back!

MEERA: We weren’t trying to keep it from you. Just treading for the right timing.

HOSS: I’m gonna git that chump. I’m gonna have him clean. Mojo Root Force. He knew Phoenix was on my ticket! He’s trying to shake me. That’s it, is it? Thinks I’ll jump borders and scam suburban shots.

MEERA: I wouldn’t give him a whole lotta credit for strategy, Hoss.

HOSS: Well, I’m gonna crunch his bunker clean through. You watch.

BECKY: You can’t bump against the Code, Hoss. Once a Marker strikes and sets up colors, that’s his turf.

MEERA: Yeah, you can’t strike claimed turf, Hoss. They’ll pop you right outa the game.

HOSS: He did it! He took my mark! It was on my ticket!

MEERA: He’ll just claim his wave system blew and he didn’t suss it til it was too late.