"Okay," Cal says. "You know what, take your time, I'll go have a cigarette."

Never mind that he was suggesting they hurry a moment ago. That wasn't really for his own benefit.

Instead of going out front, where Connolly is, he cuts through the house to the back door. The initial lurch of seeing Stane for the first time since New York has faded; he has a feeling he won't be out there alone for long, and he'd like to set a couple ground rules.

Outside, he lights a cigarette and waits.