INT. BAR BOOTH - LATER
She disappears as Garner downs about a third of a bottle of beer before coming up for air. Anwar watches him patiently. Garner lights a cigarette and sets another shot of whiskey standing by. Anwar takes his cue.
You with us, Garner? How’s the other half?
Garner nods and waves his cigarette, exhaling a cloud across the room.
Ah, jesus, Maddy, goddamn, I spent at least an hour unwadding their panties for them - they worry about everything. I kept telling them, the schedule’s fine, don’t worry - look - you got L.A.’s Finest on the case! There’s never even gonna be a case - even if there were, we say who does time for what because we write the reports, am I right?
Damn right! Bunch of pussies...
Rostov salutes Garner with his vodka shot, downing it like water. Garner reciprocates with his whiskey standby. He then fills Rostov’s glass with more vodka, his own with more whiskey. He pauses, looking across to Anwar.
Anwar cracks a slight smile and nods to the glass in front of him. He waits, making Garner reach across the table to pour the shot for him. Garner doesn’t seem to care if he sploshes a little around Anwar. Most of it gets in the glass.
They all toast each other. This time, Anwar refills their glasses with a steady hand. These shots wait on standby.
I got the C.I. drive, and Ricky’s computer should be handled by now -
Oh, Old Man finally decided to help us this time, huh?
It’s his ass, too.
About time that got through his head.
So, what else? What else you got?
Garner taps his cigarette, leaves it in the tray, reaches in his pocket. He holds up a BLACK FLIP PHONE (BACKUP PHONE) for them to see before pocketing it again. He picks up his cigarette and beer in one hand, smoking, drinking, talking.
Ricky got ahold of me last night. I couldn’t call him back ‘cause you had me babysitting MacKenzie on that goddamn... High Street -
All right, all right -
Garner looks across the table, then leans out of the booth to yell across the bar.
Jillian! Hey! Hey Jillian! Can we get some wings over here? And how bout some nachos or popcorn while we’re waiting, huh?
Garner rights himself in the booth and finishes his beer.
Ricky used our backup phone...?
Yeah, which, y’know, red flag right there, right...?
He digs in his pocket again, pulling out the phone and flipping it open. He dials in the code, holding it close to his chest. Anwar downs his shot. Rostov sees this and downs his too. Garner finds what he’s looking for and hands the phone to Anwar as Rostov refills their glasses.