XFaden: He comes in around midnight, has dinner, drinks two beers, leaves. Regular as trains ain't, Corinne says. Tips for shit, if we care.
Darwin: Any other exits?
Faden: A back door. But they ain't no customers allowed in back, not for love nor money.
Murphy: He ever take company home?
Faden: Never. Gets pissed if anyone so much as talks to him, Corrine says, an' don't look twice no matter what the girl.
Jamon: Any way to the roof besides them stairs?
Faden: Good climber could make it, I guess. If he didn't mind bein' an easy target all the way up.
Darwin: Murdoch on the roof we can handle. But we gotta pry him out from inside, things get messy. Jamon, you an' Dirk take the spot across the street. We got no network, so you signal when you reckon he's far enough from the door to close in.
Jamon: Got it.
Darwin: I'll be here, at the steps. Murphy, you take the other side. Jamon signals, we both move in and cut him off from behind.
Murphy: Oui, tete.
Darwin: Keisha takes the roof, for insurance, an' I'll put that Bertrain boy at the back door, but we stretched damn thin as it is.
Faden: So where am I?
Darwin: You stay here.
Faden:
What?!Darwin:
Somebody got to. Don't want Asbury gettin' no bright ideas, or the girl gettin' loose, oui?
Faden: But --
Darwin: You keep on sayin' how I don't trust you. So I'm trustin' you now. Trustin' you with my home.
Faden: Just not with a gun at you back.
Darwin: Well I'm not
stupid.