[ Lalo's voice is harsh and ragged. He's quiet for some time. He tries to calm himself, take deep breaths. Remember his cover.
Why is he even bothering with that again? He'd thought initially that Fring might have something to do with this — the Chicken Man has friends in high places — but it's become readily apparent to him that's not the case for a while now. Why cling to a stupid fake identity?
There are a lot of reasons, but in his rage and frustration he considers ripping off the mask right then and there. But he doesn't.
He wants to call Tio. He wants to tell Tio what happened. He wants to say he's sorry he almost died before he could get proof — he'll be more careful, he'll help the other people on the island so they can help him get off the island too, he'll do what he has to do — but he can't call Tio. His cell phone is back but he can't call Tio. Or anyone. He can't call any of the cousins either. Ignacio is a traitor.
Cohle, he realizes, is the only person he actually trust here. Cohle did make the post for him, after all. Cohle listened to him die.
Deep breath. He realizes he's clenching the walkie so hard it almost breaks. He releases his grip.
The levelness of Cohle's voice helps. He's not angry but he's not giving in and getting intimidated either. ]
Okay, okay. [ Breathe. Swallow. His breathing is still ragged, but he's trying to calm himself. ] Fine. Okay. Si entiendo. [ That's the other thing!!! He wants to speak Spanish! He misses Spanish! But De Guzman is an American; of Mexican descent, yes, but still an American. ]
He shot me with my own gun. My own gun! He called me — [ Lalo's voice trails off. They both know what he was called. Lalo doesn't want to repeat it. ]
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Why is he even bothering with that again? He'd thought initially that Fring might have something to do with this — the Chicken Man has friends in high places — but it's become readily apparent to him that's not the case for a while now. Why cling to a stupid fake identity?
There are a lot of reasons, but in his rage and frustration he considers ripping off the mask right then and there. But he doesn't.
He wants to call Tio. He wants to tell Tio what happened. He wants to say he's sorry he almost died before he could get proof — he'll be more careful, he'll help the other people on the island so they can help him get off the island too, he'll do what he has to do — but he can't call Tio. His cell phone is back but he can't call Tio. Or anyone. He can't call any of the cousins either. Ignacio is a traitor.
Cohle, he realizes, is the only person he actually trust here. Cohle did make the post for him, after all. Cohle listened to him die.
Deep breath. He realizes he's clenching the walkie so hard it almost breaks. He releases his grip.
The levelness of Cohle's voice helps. He's not angry but he's not giving in and getting intimidated either. ]
Okay, okay. [ Breathe. Swallow. His breathing is still ragged, but he's trying to calm himself. ] Fine. Okay. Si entiendo. [ That's the other thing!!! He wants to speak Spanish! He misses Spanish! But De Guzman is an American; of Mexican descent, yes, but still an American. ]
He shot me with my own gun. My own gun! He called me — [ Lalo's voice trails off. They both know what he was called. Lalo doesn't want to repeat it. ]