SC13 INT. OEUF COCOTTE (Coddled Egg) DINER – DAY

Over breakfast, Ramsey barely touches his food. He doesn’t have much to say. He’s not exactly rattled, but the wheels are turning in his head. Ever notice this place is always packed, but there isn’t even a single hot chick? PQ always raves about the talent in this place but I’ve never seen even one good looking woman in here. That’s because you only come here for breakfast. What the hell does that matter. Good looking women aren’t coming out this early. Good point. Come here for brunch on the weekend. The place is crawling with tail. So you’re saying that all hot women sleep in? Why are we talking about this? If Genevieve even caught you glancing at a piece of tail she would carve your balls off. She doesn’t need to. She already has them in a jar on the mantel. I was just making small talk. Trying to keep your mind off everything. I figure you will tell me more when you’re ready. I’m worried about Pinwheel. He is going to insist on meeting. What if he doesn’t buy it? He will. Don’t worry. We’ve known Pinwheel a long time. He’s solid. He’ll let you figure it out. They just want their money. Hopefully. I will tell you what you’re NOT going to do. What? You’re not going to go back to her. Promise me you will stay away from that crazy red headed bitch? I won’t. I’ve got bigger problems. You know she almost got you killed? That chick is bad nothing but bad news. Where is she now anyway? Who knows? Probably face down in some rich guys hotel room. That’s where she belongs. Just leave her there. Don’t even talk to her. You don’t need her filling your head with her bullshit. What are you saying? I’m saying that the smartest thing that ever came out of that girl’s mouth, was your dick. It’s not even on my mind. Atta boy. I just need to square things with our two wheeled friends, before I can worry about getting the rest of my life back. No shit. Even I know that you don’t fuck those guys. Not unless you’re ready to stop breathing. But we’re not going worry about that today. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll give PQ a call. Tonight we blow off some steam. Is C-toe in town? No, he’s on tour. Well at least the three of us can get together tonight. You can start dealing with all of this tomorrow. If you say so. Look at the bright side, now you’re probably the coolest homeless guy in Montreal. The ladies are gonna fuckin’ be all over you. Ramsey isn’t laughing, but he smiles. I don’t know if I can handle a night out with PQ. You know where he’s gonna want to go. I don’t care what anyone says, it’s just fuckin’ wrong. Pierre Quenneville, or PQ as he is called by his two hanglophone best friends, is a longstanding detective in the SPVM (Service de Police de la Ville de Montreal). A self proclaimed “third responder”, he has reached the stage in his career where he is no longer in any rush to be the first on any potentially dangerous scene. PQ’s only sister, Jeannette, is a stripper. He doesn’t see anything wrong with it. She’s an artist. PQ shares a point of view which is fairly common in many parts of Montreal society. Being a stripper is not something to be ashamed of, but when he always suggests that he and his friends go to see her “show”, it still seems a bit weird to Ramsey and Honeybowl. Shut up. It will be good for you. Ramsey’s phone is ringing. An area code 450 number, but he doesn’t recognize it, so he doesn’t answer.