[ Ray catches it too. Both of you alone. And god, he knows this feeling like he knows rejection because that right there is Fraser's disappointed face; the face that says 'I walked across a state line, climbed two mountains, fought a walrus and all I got was this lousy t-shirt'. It's horrifying, and yet - like Stanley - he knows there's really no way out of it.
He's already grabbed his keys before he accepts that fact, though, as though he's about to go out on a door-to-door or something and Fraser is interrupting him, because there's no way he's going in there without a prepaid excuse to get the hell out of there at any time that suited him. Kowalski had clearly thought of that too: We got work to do. Good man.
Still, this is going to be a mission in...well, in lying through their teeth. And Fraser was the fucking human lie detector. ]
Fine, alright, but I got places to be too, Benny. [ Lie number one.
He elbowed Kowalski in the ribs, with a look that said 'Keep your mouth shut let me do this' but probably came out more like 'Ho boy we're in trouble', and then he was sweeping past Fraser, leading the way down the corridor to Interview Room A and standing in the doorway while he shooed the two of them through. Act natural. Natural, okay. ]
So my Ma's doing this thing Saturday night for Francesca's birthday, it's this whole shebang. If it's Italian and it's full of cream and sugar or meat and more meat it's gonna be on the table. Cream and meat I don't know. So I say to her great, a family thing, and she says 'Right, so you make sure you call Ray and tell him dinner starts at six.' Call Ray, she says, like she don't have your number. So once I figure out what she's telling me I say 'Ma, his name's Stanley. He's not your real son. He's not even Italian, he doesn't eat this stuff.' But she insists--by which I mean I get it in the ear about what a good son you are and how you sent her flowers on mother's day. I mean--you send another guy's mother flowers, Kowalski? That seem right to you?
[ And maybe Fraser would start doubting himself. Maybe...maybe they could get out of this alive if he just kept it casual, threw in enough verbal barbs. ]
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He's already grabbed his keys before he accepts that fact, though, as though he's about to go out on a door-to-door or something and Fraser is interrupting him, because there's no way he's going in there without a prepaid excuse to get the hell out of there at any time that suited him. Kowalski had clearly thought of that too: We got work to do. Good man.
Still, this is going to be a mission in...well, in lying through their teeth. And Fraser was the fucking human lie detector. ]
Fine, alright, but I got places to be too, Benny. [ Lie number one.
He elbowed Kowalski in the ribs, with a look that said 'Keep your mouth shut let me do this' but probably came out more like 'Ho boy we're in trouble', and then he was sweeping past Fraser, leading the way down the corridor to Interview Room A and standing in the doorway while he shooed the two of them through. Act natural. Natural, okay. ]
So my Ma's doing this thing Saturday night for Francesca's birthday, it's this whole shebang. If it's Italian and it's full of cream and sugar or meat and more meat it's gonna be on the table. Cream and meat I don't know. So I say to her great, a family thing, and she says 'Right, so you make sure you call Ray and tell him dinner starts at six.' Call Ray, she says, like she don't have your number. So once I figure out what she's telling me I say 'Ma, his name's Stanley. He's not your real son. He's not even Italian, he doesn't eat this stuff.' But she insists--by which I mean I get it in the ear about what a good son you are and how you sent her flowers on mother's day. I mean--you send another guy's mother flowers, Kowalski? That seem right to you?
[ And maybe Fraser would start doubting himself. Maybe...maybe they could get out of this alive if he just kept it casual, threw in enough verbal barbs. ]