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Abruzzi :
Philly.
Philly : Sit down, kid. So... Fibonacci. How'd you
find him?
Michael : Did my homework.
Philly : You get elliptical with me for one more
second, and I will cancel you. You understand me?
Abruzzi : Give it up, Fish.
Michael : Before someone's transferred to the U.S.
Marshals Service to be placed in Witness Protection,
they're guarded by a local sheriff from the county where
the trial will take place.
Michael : Sheriff Solomon, please.
Woman : Please hold.
Andrew Solomon : Andrew Solomon here.
Michael : If the sheriff was available, then he wasn't
the one guarding Fibonacci.
Woman : Putnam County Sheriff's Office.
Michael : Yeah, is, uh, Sheriff Pronzo there?
Woman : I'm sorry, Sheriff Pronzo is on vacation.
Michael : Really?
Woman : Yes, sir.
Michael : There were only four sheriffs in the county.
And since Pronzo was the only one who wasn't in his
office, and his wife and kids were waiting for him at
home, I knew the only vacation he was taking was with
Fibonacci.
Philly : Watching him until they could put him in
Protection.
Michael : Thing is, sometimes it takes weeks for the
Marshall Service to set up a new identity. So some local
sheriff is stuck in the
middle of nowhere with Fibonacci. He
gets lonely and calls home... a lot. I called the phone
company, said I was Pronzo and I'd lost my bill. I asked
for another copy. Seems Mrs. Pronzo was receiving dozens
of calls from an area code a long way from Chicago. I
went online, reverse-traced the number, and vow? There
was Fibonacci's exact location.
Philly : How do you know he's still there?
Michael : I have someone looking after him... watching
from afar, in case he moves.
Philly : Mm-hmm. This is about money, isn't it?
Michael : You're an astute man, Mr. Falzone.
Abruzzi : What?
Philly : Your friend here, John, is trying to extort
me.
Michael : Not extortion, insurance. I plan on being
out of here one day. And I
don't think my new resume's gonna cut it in most places.
Philly : How much?
Michael : 200,000.
Abruzzi : I'm gonna kill you.
Michael : Quid pro quo.
You scratch my back,
I scratch yours.
Abruzzi : Hi. It's John. You wanted to talk to me?
Man : Yeah. You hear the news? Falzone got popped last
night up in Canada. International gun charges. Parole
violation. He's in deep.
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