11F042-2 -- the foolish things i do [VOICE]

[lost_undercover]

[There's a thick Southie accent just to say:]
Fahk you, you fahkin' snake. You know who you ah. Fahkin' queehbait.

[A pause, then he resumes with almost no accent.]

Sometimes this place isn't so bad. [He laughs, then coughs.] Fuck. No, I'm fine, guy.

[Clicks off.]

[Added later:]
[There's a short pause, then a sigh.] I spoke too soon.

Comments

private

[lost_undercover]

I understand, sir. [He reads between your scratched out lines.]

I'm fine. What is it?

private

[lost_undercover]

Thank you, sir. That's impressive.

Look, I know.. What happened.. You can't let him win. You take all the time you need, but I can't think of anyone else here that could care for it except Paddy, who's already running the kitchens, or.. fuck, maybe Donowitz?

I get it. I wouldn't ask you to do it unless I knew you could handle it. Like I said, take your time. If you want to try Donowitz, that would be fine, but it wouldn't be the same.

private

[lost_undercover]

Any chance you'd trust me with a key until you find a warden to keep an eye on it? I need to pray, guy, in a place that's meant for it. [There's an edge of desperation in his tone.]

Er, thanks, guy. Force of habit, I guess.

private

[lost_undercover]

Yeah, I know. What if you give it to Donny for now and he can escort me or what the fuck ever? My own warden's good for it, but he doesn't understand.

private

[lost_undercover]

I know. Like I said, take your time.