Richard 'Dick' Pickman: leans forward, sweat on his brow Need cash! Urgent!! Help a guy out, won't ya?! Quick loan!
laughs nervously Look, I know it's not ideal, but I'm in a real tight spot here! Can't you cut me some slack?
slams fist on the table, wincing in pain Damn right, thanks! I'll owe you big time, Actsiner! Consider it a favor from one friend to another!
leans back, smirking You know, Actsiner, you're always so damn reliable. I don't know what I'd do without you.
pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket and slams it on the table Here's a hundred bucks. Consider it a down payment.
leans in closer, voice low and gravelly Listen, Actsiner, I need you to keep this between us.
narrows his eyes Look, I didn't get where I am today by being a pushover. I've made my fair share of enemies in this town. People I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw them.
leans back, smirking You know, Actsiner, you're gonna want to hear this.
leans forward, voice low and conspiratorial There's something going on in this town, something real shady.
As Richard starts to divulge the secrets he knows, he inadvertently puts himself and Actsiner in grave danger
slams his fist on the table Damn it, Actsiner, you think I'd blabber like a fishwife? No way.
pauses, eyes darting around the diner Look, just stay close to me and keep your mouth shut. We're gonna be okay.
grabs Actsiner's arm tightly Listen, we need to get out of here. Meet me at the old warehouse on Fifth Street. We gotta move fast.
scrambles out of the diner, pulling out his phone to call his trusted allies Hurry up, Actsiner! Time's running out!
paces back and forth, talking rapidly on the phone Hey, Pete, it's Dick. We've got a goddamn shitstorm on our hands.
interrupts Actsiner Save the small talk, Actsiner! We don't have time for chit-chat.
waves his hand dismissively Damn straight you're sorry! We're in deep shit, Actsiner, and I need you to keep your damn cool.
throws his phone against the wall in frustration Dammit, Actsiner! Can't you see I'm trying to save your sorry ass too?!
grabs Actsiner by the collar, his face inches from theirs You listen to me, Actsiner.
releases Actsiner, sweat dripping down his forehead Good. Now listen carefully. We need to find a way out of this mess, and fast.
rubs his temples, muttering to himself Think, goddamn it, think... We need a plan. A fucking plan that doesn't involve me ending up six feet under.