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(Police sirens wail)

(Police sirens wail)

(Vehicles whir, police sirens wail)

Parker: Attention, shoppers.

May I have your attention please.

My name is Sergeant Gregory Parker

with the Police Strategic Response Unit.

There has been a security incident in the mall

and we are working quickly to ensure your safety.

(Parker speaks into headset) 'Kay, let's sweep and clear with extreme caution.

Subject is armed and volatile.

Salesgirl: Police want everybody out now!

Customers: (Confused chatter)

(Scuffle of feet and squeak of shoes)

Salesgirl: Please hurry! Anyone else here?

(Cell phone buttons beep)

(Weeping quietly, phone ringing)

Woman: Tasha?

(Shaky, teary breath)

I just killed a girl.

Woman: Tasha! Where are you?

So...

I just wanted to say... (Snivelling)

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

(Distorted sound of tape rewinding)

(Cell phone buttons beep)

Hey, how'd it go last night.

Aw, I had her in the palm of my hand.

Candles, a little Egyptian musk.

Spike: A litte boom-shacka-lacka on the iPod.

Jules: So what went wrong?

Lewis: Steaks. Might as well have been cooked in my shoe.

Wordsworth: But I told you before about the charcoal grill.

Lewis: Yeah. Wordsworth: Charcoal? No wonder!

You can't control the heat.

Gas, all the way, and you marinate the thing overnight.

Yeah, you do, you marinate it.

Ed: You're gonna be like that?

T-bone. There's a nice cut.

Wordy: Be like what? Ed: My steaks --

nothing but the juices they're born in.

Parker: Marbled with fat.

Porterhouse, ribeye...

Some olive oil, tomato paste.

(Laughs)

(Water runs nearby)

(Cleansing exhale)

Mom?

Mom, I gotta go to work.

Vicki: What time is it?

It's almost five,

I don't wanna be late.

(Groans)

(Whining) Tasha...

Dinner's in the microwave.

Just gotta remember to take the tinfoil off--

I know how to do it.

Are you up?

Or... do you want me to set an alarm?

I'm fine, all right?

I just need another hour.

Mom...

I know it can be hard sometimes,

but if you just get up, you're gonna feel better.

Okay, I know you can do this.

Not right now.

Please.

Okay.

Yeah.

So, I'll see you later?

Mm.

(Bass of hip-hop song thuds, low din of chatter)

Group of girls: (Indiscernible chatter and comments of dislike)

Girl: Oh, what's happening?

Girl: We got a visitor!

Girls: What's goin' on? Liar! Liar!

Girl: Slut!

Sticking around, liar?

(Hip-hop song continues)

Ed: Sam, vest. - I just qualified.

That was last week. Come on.

You start hangin' out in the donut shop, we gonna know.

(cell phone ringing)

Ed: You gonna get that?

Jules: None of your business.

Who is it?

It's no one. Ed.

Hello, Jules phone. Who's this?

Todd?

Oh, Scott! Scotty!

Oh, it's just Scott. Okay, sorry.

No, it's Edward, her personal assistant.

Right.

Well, I will ask her.

You, uh, you wanna go out with him tonight?

You're... Is this the... second date?

It's the third?!

She would love to see you again, scooter.

- Yeah. I'll ask her. Holleran: Callaghan, 125.

Movie?

You know what, we can't do that, we're-we're working late.

(Stammering) What about uh... bowling?

Right.

Excellent! I'll have her call you.

Thank you, sir. Bye.

Holleran: Braddock, 180.

What's the word?

Sorry, Greg. You're it.

Parker: What? Wordsworth: Oh, an outrage!

Parker: Come on, I demand a reweighing.

Holleran: You're first, Mr. Wordsworth. Let's go, you're first up.

Come on, boss, you and me.

Let's go, chubby.

Lewis: If you can drag the heaviest guy,

you can save everybody on your team.

Parker: Okay...

All right, be gentle!

You're gonna hurt me more than it hurts you,

you know that, right?

(Boots clomp)

Sam: (Impressed clapping) Yeah!

Oh!

Sam: Yeah, Jules!

What? That was great.

She just moved like 250 pounds.

I was being supportive.

Hey, remember what you saw, a girl just saved your life.

Woman: You don't have to close tonight.

I can do it.

You look tired.

Tasha: No, it's my turn, I'll close.

Jackie, I'm fine.

Jackie: It's been two weeks now like this.

What is going on?

Tash.

Mom's a nightmare, school's worse...

Same old.

Can I take my break now?

Yeah. Sure.

I'll be here.

(Low hum of mall chatter)

(Door clicks open and thuds shut)

Hey, Tasha.

I gotta go.

Brianna: Tasha doesn't wash her hands after she goes to the bathroom.

Spreading her germs everywhere.

Yeah, just like her lies.

(Turns faucet on)

So why'd you do it, Tasha?

(Toiled flushes, girl shushes Brianna)

(Hurried footsteps, door opens)

Why'd you open your mouth to the cops?

Cassaundra: Yo, is she ignoring you?

Ashley: She said,

(speaking slowly) why... did you lie...

to the cops?

It wasn't a lie.

(Whimpers, resounding thud)

Brianna: No way Michael would do that.

Believe what you want. My break is over.

Brianna: Oh, you gotta go, huh?

(Frightened yelp)

Girl: In the head!

(Pained grunts, hard punches)

Girl: Punch her!

(Grunt of effort)

Brianna: Grab her arms.

Bring her over here!

Tasha: Get off of me!

Get off of me!

Girl: Hold still!

Tasha: No, stop it!

(Scissors snip)

Brianna: When we're done with you,

no one will wanna get with you ever again.

Tasha: Help! Cassaundra: Shut up!

Tasha: Help me please!

Brianna: Keep her mouth shut!

Cassaundra: Ay! Bitch!

Cassaundra, watch the door.

Tasha: No! No!

(Crying out in protest)

(Crying) No! Please!

Cassaundra: Oh, you look so much better already.

Tasha: (Pitiful cries)

Somebody help me!

Brianna: Shut up!

(Pleased) Oh...

Tasha: (Sobbing)

Brianna: Oh no...

Look at her.

(Grunts)

Brianna: See, this?

This is nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you

if you ever lie to the cops again.

(Gasps)

Or maybe we should just do this now?

Michael's heat?

You had it comin'.

Now nobody has to look at her nasty little face again.

(Girls giggle, Tasha grunts)

Erin: Brianna! (Gun clatters)

Brianna!

(Gunshot blasts, girl grunts, cassaundra gasps)

Oh man.

Oh man!

Brianna: Come on, we have to go! We have to go right now!

What about Cassaundra?! We can't leave her here!

We got no choice!

We find Tasha right now and we kill her.

Let's go!

♪♪

Sally: Team One, gear up. Paradise Square.

Shots fired. Unknown subject.

First respondent, establish a perimeter.

(Sirens wailing)

Parker: Head of security? Security guard: Yes, sir.

Security guard: All the exits are locked.

That's good. You probably trapped our shooter, or shooters.

Along with about four or five hundred civilians.

Security guard: The mall employees are on alert,

but shoppers are starting to realize they can't get out.

- Got anything else? Security guard: That's it.

Parker: I'm gonna need your PA. Security guard: You got it.

Let's find out "who" and "what" we're dealing with.

What do you got, Lew?

Gang.

Numbers on her arm.

Ed: Definitely not random.

Parker: All right, Lew, you're gonna be with me.

Ed: Jules and Sam, take a look at the scene.

Jules: You got it. Sam: Sir.

Parker: Spike, Wordy, witnesses. Wordy: Copy.

Parker: Hey, buddy, we're gonna need full access to floor plans

and CCTV footage for the last 30 minutes.

Security guard: No problem. Follow me.

Security office, top floor.

(Elevator door whirs shut)

(Elevator buzzes)

Needle in a haystack.

Tasha: (Whimpering)

(Quivering cries)

Critical incident, Paradise Square.

Shot fired 7:51 p.m., establishing command post.

Ed: Start sweeping street level.

Wordsworth: Copy that.

Sally, call in Team Two.

Sally: Copy.

Ed: We're gonna need extra coppers

on the escalators, the elevators,

and the street parking.

(Police tape rustles)

But you don't know whether it was three or four girls

that ran past you on the stairs?

Spike: 'Kay, now think back, try to narrow it down a little bit.

I mean, these kids, were they about this big?

This big?

(Baby cries)

I don't, I don't know what I saw.

Wordy: It's all right. It's okay.

Spike: All right, thanks. Thanks very much.

Wordsworth: Boss, witnesses saw teenagers

bolt out of the restroom and then up the stairs.

Three teenage girls. Four teenage girls.

Three girls and a boy. Could be seven orangutans.

Parker: How about a little less information and a little more intelligence?

Spike: Copy.

Lew, you crack the tat? Lewis: No, not yet.

Wordsworth: Sarge, we're starting the sweep,

but we got people moving all over the place.

How about a little crowd control?

Parker: Negative. Not yet.

Our shooters might still think they're getting out of here tonight.

And, if I announce our presence to the whole mall,

we'll have mass panic; they might try to fire their way out.

They're dormant, we wait.

Parker: Yeah. Gimme more "who" and "why".

Wordsworth: Copy that.

'Kay. Our victim's tattoo was a number.

23318523.

It's code for "W-Crew".

Winchester crew. Nice, Lew.

Jules, Sam, what do you got?

Single bullet hole. Looks like a .38.

There was also a stray backpack left behind,

but there's no wallet or apparent ID.

Ed: All right.

Copy that. We'll get K-9 down.

Jules: Sarge.

Parker: Yeah, Jules.

There's blood on the floor, blond hair.

I'm guessing makeover, I'm guessing female,

and I'm guessing that it was not voluntary.

Lewis: I've checked security photos of known gang members.

She's not up here, but she's definitely Winchester crew.

So if her shooter's in a rival gang,

we're looking at a high-risk subject.

Not averse to hands-on violence.

Jules: Could be inter-gang stuff, vendetta maybe, but...

I don't know, I'm thinking that there's another victim here

and it feels personal to me.

Well, it's not random. It's not Trolley Square.

Possible grudge match. Okay, time to go wide.

Kurlansky: Go ahead.

Parker: Attention shoppers,

may I have your attention please.

My name is Sergeant Gregory Parker,

with the Police Strategic Response Unit.

There's been a security incident in the mall

and we are working quickly to ensure your safety.

But you can help us by exiting all shops

and calmly walking toward the central areas of the mall.

Once in the central areas,

kindly sit on the floor

and clasp your hands behind your head.

This'll make our job much easier, much faster,

and we can all get out of here.

Thank you.

Erin: Bri, come on, we gotta get out of here.

Yo, lockdown.

It doesn't matter, either way.

We have to find Tasha now.

Look at your arm, Erin.

What if you were two inches to the right?

Bri, come on.

This is on us.

All right. Crew finds out we didn't deal with this,

we're the ones they're gonna blame.

So you wanna live your life?

Huh?! You wanna live your life?

Nothing's changed.

We kill Tasha. Now.

(Dog sniffs and pants)

K-9's got a scent.

Parker: All right, let the dogs go.

Jules, paint me a picture.

Okay, textbook, grade 11.

Junction High, no name.

Few books -- she's a reader.

Key chain, two keys.

Sally, get me names of kids at Junction Street High

with known gang association.

Sally: Copy.

Sergeant, we got it.

Ed: There's our .38.

Parker: Roll it back.

(Computer beeps)

Parker: Mm-mm.

There.

Freeze it there.

Lewis, check those images against the wall.

(Computer keys clack, computer beeps)

Team One, we got four females: One shooter, three witnesses.

5'4 to 5'8, jeans and hoodies.

Sweep and clear. Fast is good.

Fan out from the hot spot.

Jules and Sam, north end.

Jules and Sam: Copy.

Ed: Wordy, Spike, south.

Wordsworth and Spike: Copy.

They're all hoodrats, sarge. It's hard to say.

Ed: Then you're with me. Let's go.

Parker: Sally, names of female Winchester Crew first

and put Dr. Luria on standby.

Tasha: (Sobbing)

(Breathing faster)

(Sobbing)

Wordsworth: Eyes on possible primary subject,

lower level, near the escalator, proceeding north.

Ed: Copy that. Stay concealed until my go.

Jules: Copy. Can't see her yet, on our way.

Careful, guys. Subject is armed.

Ed: I see her. Standby.

When she reaches the centre, verbals on my go.

(Shaky, distraught breaths)

(Gasps)

(Rapid succession of gunshots, glass shatters)

Go, go, go, go!

Shoppers: (Panicked screaming)

Parker: All units!

All units, tighten perimeter around lower concourse area,

near the market.

We've got an active shooter, civilians! Move!

(Panicked screaming)

Go! Go, go, go!

Sam: Out of the way! Come on, move! Move!

Wordy and Lewis: No joy. No joy.

No joy.

Jules and Sam: No joy.

Ed: Boss, we've lost sight her.

Keep your eyes on the camera, keep the exits tight.

Wordy, where are ya?

Wordsworth: I've got a subject, north of you.

Both: (Grunt on impact)

Hold still. Okay, come on.

Erin: (Struggling grunts)

One in custody.

Wordy, good job. Lewis, get her up here fast.

Sarge, we got a problem.

We need everyone out where we can see 'em,

but uh... But they're spooked.

You feel like talking down a crowd of about 500 over the PA system?

Yeah. Copy that. Help me out?

Kurlansky: Yeah.

(PA switch clicks)

Can I have your attention, please.

Again, this is Gregory Parker with the Strategic Response Unit.

While I understand that you're frightened,

I must insist on your immediate cooperation.

Shopkeepers...

Ashley: We gotta ditch the gun and get some clothes.

Parker: ...back out of the stores immediately.

Where's Erin?

Parker: Shoppers, please,

calmly walk to the central area

and form a single line.

We'll let you out shortly.

Salesgirl: Police want everyone out now!

Parker: Again, thank you for your patience

as we investigate this incident.

Salesgirl: Quickly. Come on.

Please hurry! Anyone else here?

(Weeping quietly and snivelling)

(Sobbing)

'Kay, let's sweep and clear with extreme caution,

subject is armed and volatile.

"Kiddie Kidswear" secure.

Lewis: Copy.

Fifteen-year-old girls.

One day they're playing with Barbies, the next it's a semi.

Better to be in the gang than to get beat up by the gang.

"Tall Girl" secure.

Lewis: Copy.

8:48 p.m.,

Sergeant Parker interviews Erin Perretti.

Here, take it.

In your hands.

You know her, right, Erin? What's her name?

Tasha Redford.

Tasha Redford. Thank you very much, Erin.

She go to school?

Yeah, she goes to Junction Street.

Parker: Lewis, call Dr. Luria.

(Cell phone rings)

Hello, doc, we finally got a name on our primary subject,

Tasha Redford. Junction street high.

Dr. Luria: Tough school.

You got a home address for me yet?

Hold on.

Sally, I need you to run that name --

Tasha Redford -- we're looking for an address.

Sally: Copy.

Parker: I want you to know you're being very co-operative, Erin,

and I really appreciate that.

We're just there, in the bathroom,

going about our business, you know?

And then she comes in, Tasha's pulling out a gun,

she's like a psychopath or something.

Mm.

Erin: She killed Cassaundra.

Shot me in the arm, too.

She did, huh?

Mind if I take a look?

I mean, Erin, you might need a bandage or something.

Okay, Erin, now you're gonna give us

the names of all your friends.

I'm assuming they're Winchester Crew too, right?

So take a look at the board here;

you recognize anybody?

Lewis: Hmm.

Brianna Tulley.

I didn't say that!

Parker: So, now, let's talk about what happened

after you gave Tasha the haircut.

Jules: These girls are tough as nails.

They hold the guns, the drugs;

their boyfriends get in trouble, they take the fall.

Sam: So what, she moves up the ranks?

Jules: Yeah. Maybe she doesn't have to do all those booty-calls

for all her boyfriend's buddies.

(Scanner whirs)

Police! Come out now with your hands on your head.

Boy: Okay, we're comin'. We're comin'.

Jules: Out! Come on.

Come on.

All right, you guys go out with the others.

Sam: Hey! After you put the cameras back.

(Store alarm beeps)

Bri, we gotta dump it.

Unh-unh. Michael got it from Dee-Mac.

I lost a gun already.

He'll kill me if I don't bring it back.

I don't know you. Go sit down.

Sit.

My stores are secure. Headlines, boss?

Parker: The girl with the haircut is Tasha Redford.

These girls are all the same gang.

Except for Tasha Redford.

That's not confirmed.

Ed: Initiation gone wrong?

That scene in the washroom?

That girl's not a follower; She fought back.

Maybe they're after her for something.

Cool. (Cell phone beeps off)

Boss, I got Tasha Redford's name flagged on an attempted rape.

Guy named Michael Donacosta, who is... that guy.

Tasha went to the cops about that guy?

Lewis: Yeah.

Well, I smell the revenge a mile away.

Hey, Jules, you were right about Tasha.

Good job.

(Cell phone beeps, ringing)

Tasha's mother's voice: Redford house. Leave a message.

(Answering machine beeps, shaky inhale)

Mom...

Are you there? Mom?

Oh, pick up the phone, please.

Please, pick up the phone.

(Snivels)

Okay.

I love you.

(Beeps phone off)

Property manager: If you're looking for Tasha's mom, try the bar.

(Car alarm wails in the distance)

Quite the welcome mat.

(Door squeaks open)

(Light switch clicks)

(Quiet chatter of mall patrons)

Cop: Hold it there.

(Security alarm beeps, mall patrons scream in panic)

(Guttural grunt)

(Firearm clicks, huffy breaths)

Mall patrons: (Panicked screams)

I don't think so.

Hands on your head. Turn around.

Come on.

That's it.

(Approaching footsteps)

Get this to forensics.

Bag her hands for residue.

We didn't do nothin'.

You didn't do "anything".

Get 'em up to Parker.

Okay. Thanks, doc.

Single mom, drinking problem.

Multiple calls to family services.

Kid keeps her room tidy,

but rest of the place is a disaster.

Well, that's good, she's trying to control her own space;

still has hope for the future.

(Jackie's cell phone rings)

Tasha!

(Sobbing)

I just killed a girl.

Jackie: Tasha, where are you?

So...

I just wanted to say...

(Snivelling) I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Jackie: Tasha, where are you?

Thank you for being so nice to me.

Jackie: I can help you.

I'll come get you.

Bye, Jackie.

Jackie: Tasha.

(Cell phone beeps off)

There's a girl; She's in trouble.

(Sobbing pitifully)

Jules: Police!

Anybody still in here?

(Panicked breaths)

Parker: 'Kay, team, listen up.

Primary subject works in this mall.

She was on shift at one of the kiosks earlier this evening.

Copy, boss.

(Doors thud as they're opened)

(Hard bang)

Jules: Found the .38 in the fitting room.

She's gone.

Lewis: She probably knows this mall inside out.

Jules: Tracking heat prints.

(Tracker hums)

(Tracker clicks off, Sam exhales)

(Vent squeaks open)

Lewis: Let's go.

Parker: Step right up, ladies. Right here.

You know this guy, right? Michael Donacosta?

Michael Donacoasta?

Sam: Huh.

There's no way I'll be able to fit.

I'll find another way.

Jules: Okay.

(Gun rattles, metallic clank of vents)

(Gun rattles on floor)

Tasha's a good kid, she works hard.

She's not in a gang, she's not doin' drugs.

She's trying to do it the right way,

which is hard when you live where she lives.

It's kids like that they should give medals to.

Parker: Jules, you get that? Jules: Copy.

(Metallic clang of footsteps on stairs)

Jules: Tasha, stop!

(Hollow metallic clanging)

Jules: Stop, Tasha! Tasha: Get away from me!

(Metallic clang of footsteps)

(Ascending footsteps clang)

(Panicked)

(Crying)

(Hurried footsteps thud against metal surface)

Get away from me!

(Grunt of effort)

(Into headset) She's out on a ledge.

(Low whir of traffic)

Ed: Where are you?

Sam: The media tower. Level 8.

The edge facing Yonge Street.

(Breathing heavily)

Ed: Jules, we're on our way up.

Jules, don't go face to face if she's armed.

No visible weapon. Just the girl,

and the pavement 200-feet below.

Spike: Excuse me. Excuse me.

There! Everybody move back!

Lewis: Back it up! Spike: Get back! Back!

Lewis: Back it up! Clear the area!

Spike: Everybody back!

(Breathing heavily)

You up to intervention?

Copy.

Parker: Okay, you're talking to a victim of an attempted rape.

She was brutalized in retaliation for goin' to the cops.

She's got no home support.

But from what Luria says, she was holding on,

she was doing everything she could to keep her life together.

All right? And I'm here if you need me.

Jules: Tasha?

My name is Jules.

(Breathing heavily)

Tasha?

You don't have to talk to me,

but I would really like it if you would.

I'm not here to hurt you; I'm here to help.

I'm just gonna step closer, so that you can hear me better.

I'm stepping closer.

(Snivelling)

Jules: Good.

So... Thanks for not jumping.

Are you thinking you might?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

You know, I've never seen somebody who's ready to die

put up such an awesome fight to stay alive.

Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened today?

With those girls?

Why don't you ask them?

(Quiet metallic jingling)

(Clamp clanks against rail)

They gave you quite a haircut, didn't they?

(Cries pitifully)

(Gasping breaths)

I thought they were gonna kill me.

I know. I know.

You were really scared, weren't you?

They think I lied to the cops...

About Brianna's boyfriend,

about what he did to me.

But you didn't, did you?

You didn't.

(Shakily) It doesn't matter.

(Breaks down crying) It doesn't matter.

Tasha, it matters.

It does matter.

It was so brave, what you did.

You told the truth about what happened to you.

You stood up to that guy.

You fought back.

Same with those girls.

Come on, Tasha, stay with me.

Stay with me.

I killed a girl today.

Parker: That's negative. The girl's in surgery.

She's doing fine.

No you didn't.

You didn't.

You did not kill anyone.

The doctors are fixing her right now.

She's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

Come on, Tasha.

Please, will you give me your hand?

Let's climb over.

I can't. I can't!

I can't, I'm dead anyway.

Tasha, I know that it feels like that.

I know, but you're not.

(Crying)

It is. It's just how it is.

I can't go to school, I can't go to work,

I can't go home.

For what?

My mom?! I got nobody!

I have nobody!

You don't understand!

You don't how it is. (Breaks down crying)

Okay, actually, Tasha -- look at me, look at me! --

I do understand.

Actually, I do. I do.

And that's why I'm standing right here.

That's why I'm here. Okay?

And I want you to take my hand

and I wanna help you over,

and you are gonna get through this.

It might feel impossible,

but you have the rest of your life, okay?

And it's going to be tough.

But it's also gonna be really, really amazing.

If you get through this,

you can get through anything.

I promise.

Will you give me your hand?

Give me your hand.

Okay?

Come on, Tasha.

Come on.

Tasha and Jules: (Startled gasp, terrified scream)

(Loud, resounding boom as they bounce off metal beams)

Jules: We're okay!

You're okay. Okay.

Jules: Hang on.

Ed: Jules caught her. We're gonna pull them up.

Let's get her up.

(Cop car whirs by slowly)

(Police siren wails)

Jules: Hi.

Tasha: Hey.

Why did you do that for me?

'Cause I don't give up without a fight,

just like you.

I'm really sorry.

Don't be, okay?

These guys are gonna fix you up.

All right?

Thanks.

(Amy Jo Johnson's "Dancing In-Between" plays)

♪♪

♪ Got so scared it made me cry ♪

♪ The world took me for a ride ♪

♪ Got so scared it made me laugh ♪

♪ Tickled my pride ♪

♪ Now I'm dancing in-between ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got nowhere to hide ♪

♪ Romancing the seams ♪

♪ Of my battered up insides ♪

♪ Wonderful is the falling of a broken dream ♪

♪ Written on the cover of a New York magazine ♪

♪ Stomp my hands, Jo baby, ♪

♪ I'll clap my feet ♪

♪ 'Cause there's always another firstman to beat ♪

Hey, Jules... (Awkward breath)

Um, welcome?

Sorry. I, I knocked.

You use a curling iron?

Sam...

I, uh, I just wanted to say...

Nice save out there.

Didn't know you could fly.

It was a...

Long four seconds before we knew you were okay.

And I'm okay.

You smashed hard against the side of that tower.

And I'm okay.

You want a second opinion?

♪ Dancing... ♪

♪ Oh, in-between ♪

How's it look?

Like a double bacon burger.

(Half laughs)

- Thanks. - Any time.

So, we're going to the diner for breakfast.

You hungry?

(Jules' phone rings)

You can bring, um, what's-his-name...

Scott. Scott, if you want.

Are you riding with Wordy?

Mini-van express.

Will you save me a seat?

♪ Got so scared it made me cry ♪

♪ Life took me for a ride ♪