[ Hey, if they wanna hold hands, so be it. If anything, seeing their fear and horror and the way they cling to each other desperately for comfort only serves to inflame and gratify Lalo's sadism. ]
The list, Mrs. Goodman. I want to see the list.
[ He turns back to Saul, and gives an appreciative laugh at the boat joke. ]
Ha! Good one! But the thing is...
[ He's the one in control now, so he can afford to lay some cards out on the table. ]
It's not beside the point to me if my lawyers are part of the reason I'm down here. See, the last thing I remember was leaving your apartment. With Varga. And now, who's here? Who is in this boat, Saul? Me. You. Your lovely wife. And Varga.
[ As far as Lalo knows, that's it from their corner of the world. Not proof, not conclusive. Just interesting. ]
So what I'm thinking is, maybe something happened on the way from your apartment. Or in the parking lot of your apartment. And maybe, just maybe, you knew about it. Maybe something went wrong and that's how you got here too.
[ His smile is less one of his trademark grins and more of a perfunctory, close mouth upturn of the lips. ]
All I want is to rule a few things out. If there's no murder, no assassination, no betrayal, no ratting anyone out to the Feds--- then I'll know for sure that you didn't do anything. And it does say anything like that [ He shrugs. ] Then I'll have a few more questions, that's it. [ Scoots chair closer to them, just a tiny tiny bit. The smile widens but continues to be close-mouthed. ] I just want to get to the bottom of this. Kinda weird not to remember how you died. [ Sarcastically: ] But I wouldn't expect you to get it, Mr. High Sodium, since you apparently remember it crystal clear.
[ Lalo knows the list is unlikely to say anything specific, but he's more interested in what it doesn't say. And, okay, maybe on a personal level, he's also just so goddamn curious about what Kim could have possibly done to land herself here, even if it really has nothing to do with him. She still doesn't seem like the type, and "I'm a lawyer" is the most bullshit explanation he's ever heard. ]
I'll even make it worth your while, Mrs. Goodman. You show me yours, I'll show you mine. [ Aaaand now the grin is back. ] So! What do you say?
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The list, Mrs. Goodman. I want to see the list.
[ He turns back to Saul, and gives an appreciative laugh at the boat joke. ]
Ha! Good one! But the thing is...
[ He's the one in control now, so he can afford to lay some cards out on the table. ]
It's not beside the point to me if my lawyers are part of the reason I'm down here. See, the last thing I remember was leaving your apartment. With Varga. And now, who's here? Who is in this boat, Saul? Me. You. Your lovely wife. And Varga.
[ As far as Lalo knows, that's it from their corner of the world. Not proof, not conclusive. Just interesting. ]
So what I'm thinking is, maybe something happened on the way from your apartment. Or in the parking lot of your apartment. And maybe, just maybe, you knew about it. Maybe something went wrong and that's how you got here too.
[ His smile is less one of his trademark grins and more of a perfunctory, close mouth upturn of the lips. ]
All I want is to rule a few things out. If there's no murder, no assassination, no betrayal, no ratting anyone out to the Feds--- then I'll know for sure that you didn't do anything. And it does say anything like that [ He shrugs. ] Then I'll have a few more questions, that's it. [ Scoots chair closer to them, just a tiny tiny bit. The smile widens but continues to be close-mouthed. ] I just want to get to the bottom of this. Kinda weird not to remember how you died. [ Sarcastically: ] But I wouldn't expect you to get it, Mr. High Sodium, since you apparently remember it crystal clear.
[ Lalo knows the list is unlikely to say anything specific, but he's more interested in what it doesn't say. And, okay, maybe on a personal level, he's also just so goddamn curious about what Kim could have possibly done to land herself here, even if it really has nothing to do with him. She still doesn't seem like the type, and "I'm a lawyer" is the most bullshit explanation he's ever heard. ]
I'll even make it worth your while, Mrs. Goodman. You show me yours, I'll show you mine. [ Aaaand now the grin is back. ] So! What do you say?