No. And no more of these informal chats. If you have a disciplinary issue with me, write me up or suspend me and I'll see you at the Parent-Teacher conference.
Hold it, I could – hold it – could write you up for talking back to a VP. For looking at me in a threatening way. I'd exercise a little more tact, Mr. Frye. You can't pull a play like that unless I need you for something. So do I?
Maybe.
So maybe you're gonna need me too.
Maybe. Alright, I need you off my back completely for a few weeks. There might be some heat soon.
If it's something I can't cover, I won't go to bat for you.
If I get caught like that it's curtains anyway; I couldn't have brass cutting me favors in public. I'm just saying now so you don't come kicking in my homeroom door once trouble starts.
Okay, here's what I can do. I won't pin you for anything you aren't caught at. I'll ride it a little while, as long as it doesn't get too rough. But if anything comes up with your fingerprints on it, I can't help you. Also, if I get to the end of whatever this is and it gets hot and you don't deliver, The Veep will need someone to hand over, police-wise. And I'll have you. There better be some meat at the end of this like you say, or at least a fall guy.
