001 | Charlie Luciano | Voice

[dowhatisays]

[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]

I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?

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[dowhatisays]

What do you mean there ain't no cars? How much in the middle of bum fuck nowhere are we?

[bostonhowler]

[She clears her throat.]

Well, no one really knows. It's called Cape Kore. It's not near Boston. Or anywhere on the East Coast of the United States or anywhere else, from what others have said. There's also no way to leave or cars.

[dowhatisays]

That ain't possible. I was in New York City two fucking seconds ago.

[bostonhowler]

I was running for my bus in Boston when I suddenly appeared at the fountain. It's how pretty much everyone arrives.

[She tucks hair behind her ear.]

And, sir, I'd appreciate it if you didn't swear quite so unnecessarily. I understand this is disconcerting, but swearing isn't going to make it better.

[dowhatisays]

[But he doesn't know any other adjectives. You'll be asking him to stop breathing next.]

Yeah, whatever you says, doll.

[bostonhowler]

My name isn't 'Doll'. I'm Brigid Finn. You are...?

[dowhatisays]

Luciano.

[Sorry, all you're getting for now. He's still suspicious.]

[bostonhowler]

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Luciano. The bracelet on your wrist probably assigned you a house, I can help you find it if need be. There isn't any television or even radio, but at least they're warm.

[dowhatisays]

[Not having a television doesn't mean much to a guy from the 20s.]

Sos, this wrist whatever? It's like a radio?

[bostonhowler]

Um, it's more like Skype? Or a video phone? I can see you as well as you seeing me.

[dowhatisays]

Video phone? I don't know what you're smoking, doll, but last time I checked they ain't the same thing.

[bostonhowler]

Well, no, but it's the closest I can come up with. Like I said, it's like Skype.

[dowhatisays]

Say that again in English this time.

[bostonhowler]

Skype, you know the internet program that lets you use video to talk to people? I use it to talk to Carlos all the time.

[dowhatisays]

The fuck's an 'internet program'?

[Sorry, he gets pissy when he's missing things and forgets about the swearing promise.]

[bostonhowler]

... You said you were from New York. How do you not know what the internet is? Everyone has the internet, even if just at the library.

[She'll remember in a minute. She's just thrown by him not knowing what the internet is. Then, she remembers something Sharon said...]

Wait, what's the year?

[dowhatisays]

What? '23. It ain't changed since January, dollface.

[bostonhowler]

Twenty-three? Nineteen twenty-three?

[She just stares at him for a moment.]

I'm from twenty-thirteen.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah, 1923.

[Bridget gets stared at for a bit.]

Sure, pull the other one.

[bostonhowler]

No, really. I can't believe you're from the Twenties!

You're stuck in prohibition, and the lawlessness of the cities, because of the lack of effective police, the Nineteenth has just been ratified... And you're from New York?

[Glee. Pure, unadulterated glee. Brigid is going to bother him for questions.]

[dowhatisays]

I said I'm from New York, didn't I? And it's plenty lawful enough, believe me.

[bostonhowler]

Oh, I don't doubt. The families have full sway and they are controlling the streets and the police, meaning the peace is what they want.

[Pause as she blushes.]

Sorry. I... it's history to me and I enjoy reading about history.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah. Sounds like a real nice fairy story, sweetheart.

[Honestly, peace? Between AR and Masseria things are looking anything but these days.]

[bostonhowler]

[She cocks her head to the side and bites her lip.]

If that's inaccurate, would you mind telling me what it was really like, some time? Not right now, obviously, because you've just arrived, but perhaps in a week or so?

[dowhatisays]

That would depend whats you want to know, and how much it's worth to ya.