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Uh, excuse me,
I'm just gonna grab the milk.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Good morning, sir.

How are you?

I'm-- I'm good.
How are you?

I'm good, thank you.

Yeah.

- Can I get a Lotto?
- Oh, sure.

There you go.

Gotta get lucky
at something, huh?

Yeah, it's true.

¶ I lick you ¶

¶ I like you to like me
to lick you ¶

¶ But I don't need you ¶

¶ Don't need you
to like me to lick you ¶

¶ If your pleasure
turned into pain ¶

¶ I would still lick
for my personal gain ¶

¶ La la la ¶

¶ La la la ¶

¶ I fuck you ¶

¶ And I love you
to love me to fuck you ¶

- ¶But I don't fucking need you¶
- Oh, fuckin' Prius!

Oh, such a --

¶ Don't need you
to need me to fuck you ¶

Such a gross car.

¶ If you need me
to need you to fuck ¶

- ¶ That fucks everything up ¶
- Oh my God!

- Are you serious?
- ¶ La la la ¶

Come on!

¶ La la la ¶

- Shit!
- ¶ I want you ¶

¶ And I want you
to want me to want you ¶

¶ But I don't need you ¶

¶ Don't need you
to need me to need you ¶

¶ That's just me ¶

¶ So take me or leave me ¶

¶ But please don't need me ¶

¶ Don't need me
to need you to need me ¶

¶ 'Cause we're here one minute ¶

¶ The next we're dead ¶

¶ So love me and leave me ¶

¶ But try not to need me,
enough said ¶

Hello?

Hola!

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Uh, I've got
my groceries just 'cause...

...the sun.

Oh, and I'm STD-free!

You know, with Grindr
it's not really necessary

for this '80s version
of a hookup.

It's very uh, "Cruising."

Have you seen that film?

It's the one with Richard Gere
where he got the reputation

for doing terrible things
with the gerbil.

It was not true, but...

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Good God!

¶ All that I want is ¶
???

¶ A pair of wings to fly ¶
Here comes the sun

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Oh yeah.

Oh my God, did I spill the milk?

Hmm, you did.

Oh, I mean...

No! Just leave it.

I can't.

Brenda comes today.

Honey.

She doesn't mind cleaning.

That's what we pay her for.

- Mmm.
- I can't.

It's like leaving
dirty dishes in the sink.

And I can't do that
to our cleaning lady.

Humans are dirty.

And I think she understands.

Yeah.

But we are disgusting.

Oh!

Phew!

Al Pacino was in "Cruising,"
by the way, not Richard Gere.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And how do you
even know those movies?

Um, I found them online
in high school

and I was just like "whoa!"

Oh, high school.

Gere was in
"American Gigolo" I think.

Oh yeah.

It's a funny word "gigolo."

Gigolo.

That's what you are today.

Ooh!

Sorry.

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Black 4, no winners.

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No more bets.

Red 3, no winners.

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I know, mom, I am.

Yeah, well,
this is the last time.

Yeah, well, this time
it's gonna be different.

I don't know.

I don't know that either.

Mom! Mom!

I'm-- I'm gonna be fine, okay?

Alex is gonna be fine.

I'm gonna take him
to school today,

I'm gonna pick him up, and then
we'll come to your house,

and then
we'll go from there.

Yeah, yes.

But this time,
it'll be different.

Okay? Look, I gotta go.

I gotta go and I'll see you
at 5:00, okay?

No, I'm not teaching today,
I got it covered.

That's why I'm gonna
see you at 5:00.

It's-- it's not if they pay me
a fortune anyway, okay?

We have subs.
Just-- look-- I-- it's--

I got it covered.
I got it covered, okay?

Okay.

What are you looking for?

Nothing, sweetie.

You just keep eating,
so you're not late.

I thought you were quitting.

I am.

I did.

Mm, it's just my last one.

You promise?

Yeah, I promise.

Yeah.

Aren't you hungry?

No, sweetie, you keep eating.

What did you pack
in my lunch today?

Oh, shit.

- Mom!
- Sorry, cheese and fries.

- Um, um--
- I want bologna.

Yeah, well,
we're out of bologna, baby.

How about
peanut butter and jelly

or jelly and peanut butter?

Or butter and jam,
which is really

just jelly with seeds in it.

Ew!

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Mom, where's the jam in it?

Oh shit.

Mom!

Sorry, cheese and fries.
Can you go get ready?

I am!

Ugh, fine!

And I thought
you didn't like jam.

I do!

Just not with
the seeds in it, though.

Today is gonna be a good day.

Every day is a good day, mom.

You're right, bug.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay, come on.
Let's go.

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I thought dad was
gonna fix this place.

Yeah, your dad's gotta
fix a lot of things.

This is just old junk.

Okay, sweetie, I'm gonna
pick you up from school

and then I'm gonna
take you to Grandma's.

Why, nana's?

Because she hasn't
seen you in a while.

It'll be nice to say "hi."
You'd like that, right?

Dad coming, too?

Where's dad?

Oh, the bus is here, sweetie.
Come on.

Alright.

Put your backpack on.

Be a good boy, have a good day.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

- Bye, mom.
- Bye, babe.

Shit.

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Oh, do you wanna have uh, dinner
with Kim and Robin tonight?

- Hmm, not really.
- Why?

Why does a straight couple
have two lesbian names?

Right?

I don't know.
I mean why don't you ask them?

I was planning on
going out tonight.

Of course, you were.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.

Well, it obviously
means something

otherwise you wouldn't say it.

I just wanna have fun.

Oh, okay.

And your idea of fun
is going to a...

bar with a bunch
of loud drunk people.

I've already
done that, thank you.

You did, I haven't.

And plus, you
of all people should know

that the gay bars
are where I could be me.

Are you saying you can't
be who you are with me?

No!

No, it's just that the gay clubs
the-- the club scene and-- and

it's where I could be myself
with people my age

and just have a good time.

Before I met you,
that's how I came out.

Those people are my family.

I know, I'm sorry.

You fuckin' take
your family for granted.

You're lucky not all of us
were welcomed with open arms.

Those people are my friends.

Those bar people
are your friends?

They're not your friends.

They are just people
you get drunk together with.

Well, maybe that's
how it was in your generation,

but the bar scene
is really different now.

Oh, okay.

Well, FYI, all my friends
during my bar days,

they're no longer my friends.

I'm actually not even sure
they ever were.

You know, I wanna learn
some things for myself, okay?

You don't always
have to teach me. Alright?

Yeah.

Well, then stop
acting like a kid.

Well, that's what
you get for dating one.

Thanks for the ride.

I'll see you later.

Oh my God!

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¶ Así me gusta ¶

¶ Ay papi ¶

¶ Me gusta así ¶

¶ Así me gusta ¶

¶ Aa ¶
¶ Aa, oh, oh ¶

¡Ay!

¡Ay!

Oh, dammit!

Kidding.

¡Ay Dios mío!

Ugh!

¡Oye!

Ugh.

¡Oye! Viajar.

FOMO!

Oh, good God!

- Uh?
- No.

Ricky says that's my problem.

I don't know.

Do I?

Um, hello?

I guess.

I start to worry that
I'm missing out and somehow

I'm trying to hold
on to something.

I don't know.

The fun times with my friends.

I just know that I panic if I
don't go out and if I do, then--

Mmhmm.

See?

God!

It's like we don't exist
in our own culture.

You're either machismo
or you're a girl.

When I go out I can be
all those other things

that I couldn't be
when I was growing up.

That's why I go out.

I never even dated a guy
until I met Ricky.

I was makin' up for lost time
I never had in high school.

Prom, dating.

Prom?

Gracias.

I don't know.

Next.

- Yeah, hi.
- Hi, how are you?

Good.
I'd like to close my account.

Um, is there something
wrong with our services?

No, no, no
nothing like that.

I'm just--
I'm moving out of State

and I just needed to tidy up.

Uh, can I have your ID
and account number, please?

Oh, sure.

Ma'am, is everything okay?

- Ma'am?
- Yeah, I'm sorry,

I don't have my account number.

It's fine.

We'll just take your ID.

Okay.

Hmm.

Okay, Miss Peterson,
I'll be right back.

Okay, can-- can you just tell
me the balance of my account?

Of course.

- Miss Peterson?
- Uh-huh.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

So you currently have $235.83
available in your account.

Really? Um...

No, that can't be.

There's something wrong?

How much?

$235.83.

Uh, okay.

Uh, that's fine.

Son of a bitch.

Can I just get that in hundreds
and some change, please?

Unfortunately, I won't be able
to close your account today.

Wait, what? Why?
It's my account.

It's a joint account...

Oh, you fuckin'
gotta be kidding me.

...with you and Mr. Peterson.

- He's my husband.
- Yes.

No, this is my account.

I've had this account
for a long time.

I understand.

No, but we have another account
together that's a joint account.

- This is my mother--
- Ma'am--

No, I don't-- I don't
understand how this happened.

I don't--
did he just come in here

and put his name on my account?
But I didn't approve that.

That's my money!

- Is there a problem here, miss?
- Yes, there's a problem here.

I'm trying to get money
out of my account and--

and your bank allowed some
strange man to come in here.

Her husband.

Some random man to come
in here and add his name to it.

I can't get my money out,
but yet you allowed him

to add his name to my account.

Ma'am, it looks like your
husband is listed here as a

and signatory
on the joint account.

This isn't his account!

So-- so I can't have my money?

Not without his approval.

See, there it is.

Always needing a man's approval.

Kind of like you, Susan.

You needed to call
your boss over here

to get a approval
of a lousy $200.

It's just our policy, ma'am.

Yeah, well, fuck you
and fuck your policy!

What are you looking at?

Thank you.

Next.

Hey!

- Jiverly?
- Miss Elena?

- Jiverly?
- You-- you okay?

Um, I haven't seen you
in class in a while.

Is everything okay?

So sorry, Miss Elena.

No, no, no,
you don't have to be sorry.

I just-- I was just
worried about you.

Just wanted
to make sure you're okay.

Have you ever thought
what's the--

What's the what, Jiverly?

Why go all?

I'm sorry, Miss Elena,
I-- I go now.

Miss Elena, you are
always very good to me.

But one people's goodness
not enough.

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So you're really staying in?

Yeah.

- On a Saturday night?
- Ooh!

¶ I guess that
makes it alright ¶

Who decided that?

Just because it's some
arbitrary day of the week,

we have to party like it's 1999.

- Mm.
- Ow!

Enough of the Prince,

may he rest
in peace, references.

It's called the "weekend."

Yeah, well, who decided that?

I don't know.

God?

Oh, yes!

And on the sixth day,
God created the weekend.

No.

- Thou shalt party.
- No. No,

The Weeknd
created the weekend.

Huh?

What?

Oh my God, The Weekend?

Yeah, that's what we were
talking about like today.

No.

I'm talking about the singer.

God, there is a singer
named "The Weeknd?"

Oh my God, yes!

My God!

How unfortunate for him!

Every time somebody says
"the weekend,"

he must be thinking they're
talking about The Weeknd.

Man, you gotta get out more.

Now, see that's the point.

I don't want to.

Everything I need is right here.

It's not even 11:00.

Well, is that a singer, too?

I'm good with staying in.

God, you're gonna turn into one
of those old shut-in ladies--

Who has a bunch
of cats or something.

Hmm.

You're just like my parents.

Oh!

Eat need dinner at 5:00,

just watch TV.

I warned you when you met me.

Yeah, you don't
have to be so rigid.

Always like
your way or the highway.

Like you're living by a set
of rules someone else made up.

My generation,
we make up our own rules.

Oh yes, this I know,
the Millennials.

Look, I like us.

Not you and me, and a guy
on Tinder named "Chlamydia."

Oh my God, that
happened one time!

You won't let me forget it.

No, actually my penis won't.

It's more than that.

You got it pretty good.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hello?

Fuck you!

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I'm not here
because of the house.

I never said you were.

Different things work
for different people.

I thought that you might be okay
with me trying some things out--

Yeah, well, I guess I'm not.

Because you
can't control me?

You know,
you give me so much shit

for going out
to bars and drinking.

What-- what difference does
it make drinking at home?

It's cheaper.

You were the one who
pursued me, by the way,

knowing how much younger I was.

Oh yeah, well, I guess I thought
love could make a difference.

What an idiot I was.

I'm a 49-year-old man and I act
like a teenage schoolgirl moron.

- From prisoners--
- To what?

The one?

I don't know.

That's the idea of it.

God! We're not married

and I never said anything
about one person being the one

or the answer
or somebody's soul mate.

Did you know, there's like 71
million single women in India

where are their soul mates?

You'll figure that out
when you get older.

I just think there
might be many ones.

I-- I just prefer
mine one at a time.

Oh my God,
here we go again.

Maybe your way isn't
everyone else's way?

Why can't I love who I love?

Oh my God, that is like the
gay rallying cry for being gay.

- It's so--
- What? What is it?

Obvious.

When did you
become such a prude?

I'm not!

I just-- when I think about
how much time I have wasted

looking a certain way
or going to the gym.

Oh my God, look at
your body, you hypocrite!

Okay, fine! Then--

You go to the gym
still all the time.

One-night stands
or hanging out at bars,

I have wasted
a big part of my life.

It's a waste.

It's meaningless.

Well, I want to
find that out for myself.

- You got to.
- Mmhmm.

- Why can't I?
- Oh!

Monogamy
makes people miserable.

Why do we do it?
Animals don't do it!

- No, that is not true.
- It is true.

No, there are
monogamous animals.

- Oh--
- There is birds,

albatrosses, fish.

- Fish?
- Yeah.

Yes, my point is
it's in their DNA.

No. No. No, it's not.

If there is a single bird nearby
that bird is gonna go fuck.

No, some animals are,
mate for life.

No!

No, some animals are
thought to be monogamous

only in order to survive to--

to care for their young
or because there are

two toads in-- in one
fucking miserable lily pond.

So they're forced
to stay together.

But if-- if they could move
to another lily pond, and just

fuck around, and spread
their seed, then they would.

Where'd you hear this?

Brenda.

Brenda?

Yeah.

You mean like Brenda,
like our Brenda?

Yeah, our Brenda.
Why do you say it like that?

- She's Latina, she's not dumb.
- Oh my God!

I did not mean anything by--
by calling her "Brenda."

Oh my God, just because she mops
our floors, it doesn't mean--

And she doesn't
even do that, I do.

- Well, that's a different story.
- Wait, then why am I paying her?

To keep me company.

What?

Anyway, did you know that
Brenda, back in El Salvador,

studied biology?

She used to teach
at the University.

And now she cleans our house.

So are you gonna go
to the club with me or not?

I'm not.

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What am I to you?

I thought--

You were my boyfriend

and we were
celebrating our anniversary.

Don't. Do not.

- Hey.
- Do not!

Don't do--

- What the fuck!
- What?

- Are you fuckin'
- You said I have already fallen.

Are you fuckin' serious?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, look. Wait.

I'm sorry.

You know what? Just because
you make a lot of money

and you have a nice fucking car,

that doesn't mean
you have your shit together.

I mean who calls
themselves "Ricky?"

You're a 49-year-old man

and you don't even
use an adult name.

You're just as confused, and
scared, and fucked up as I am,

but it looks worse on you,
because you're so fucking old.

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Oh shit!

Hi!

Khalid, what
are you doing here?

Sorry, it's wrong day?

Oh shit.

No, I'm sorry.
I just-- I forgot. Um...

It's-- I've just been--
it's been--

We can do another time.

No, it's fine, I've just
been a little distracted.

It doesn't matter.

I'm-- I'm actually
really happy to see you.

Here, please come in.

- I'm sorry.
- No, s--

Um, do you want
something to drink?

I have coffee...

- Oh, no--
- Tea?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

Are you alright, Miss Elena?

Did I say funny?

Something funny.

- Something?
- Hmm.

No. Yes, you did.

Uh, just nobody has asked
me that in a long while...

if I'm fine.

You forget me?

No, I--

Yeah. I-- I did. I just um--

I know you are cramming
for a test next week.

I just-- I got distracted,
but you're here now,

so let's do this.

I can't help you with this.

You know, I know--
I know nothing about science.

Do you wanna be a biologist?

You promise not to laugh.

Hmm.

I want to be a zoologist.

Why would I laugh at that?

My dad make fun of me.

He says, "Animals are for
eating not for looking."

Oh!

That is Libya and that is why
there are no animals in zoos.

They're all dead.

How do you feed a lion

if there's no food
to feed the people?

The people of Libya
live in zoos now.

Once my English better,

I want to take
biology class at college.

Do you think that's possible?

Yeah.

I don't see why not.

My wife want
to be a veterinarian

uh, but we don't
have enough money.

You're married?

Oh!

I don't know how I didn't
ever notice that before.

Why isn't she in classes?
Is she American?

No. No, she's in Tripoli.

I'm here, make money,
I send back.

Her.

Oh, she's so beautiful!

Is this your daughter?

What's her name?

- Apama.
- Apama.

What does it mean?

Oh, she was born
in uncertain times.

Uncertainty.

Yes.

Uncertainty.

I pass test, get better job,
make more money,

and become citizen.

And call for them.

You guys can have a zoo.

And I clean the cages.

Yeah, your wife
could be the vet.

You like my wife.

Yeah.

She is very giving

and sweet like Miss Elena.

Oh, I don't know
if I'm very sweet.

Being married makes you sour.

Uh, drinking helps.

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Oh!

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¶ I'll be seeing you ¶

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¶ When I left did you notice ¶

¶ What I kept
I'll have always ¶

¶ You know, you know, yeah ¶

¶ Thought of you
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Hmm.

Don't go.

I'm sorry.

I don't want you to go.

You know what it is.

I don't know how you can
say you're in love with me

and still be on Grindr
or whatever else you're on.

What?

Yeah, I mean if we're
gonna be together,

then why do you have
to be on those apps?

Not even really hooking up,
it's just friends.

Oh, friends.

I have friends.

And I have people I have fucked.

Rarely are my friends
people I fuck.

Oh, that's you.

I think
you're freaking out.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Tell me.

Yeah, that if we're together
and we commit for real,

I don't know you're scared that
we're just gonna become friends

and not have sex.

Well, like you said your
friends aren't people you fuck.

It is not all about sex, Raul.

But isn't it?

Cause that's how they see us,
by the sex act,

by who we love.

That's who we are.

My dad did.

He kicked me
out of the house at 16.

So yeah, that's
what being gay means.

Look, I don't want
you to go now like this.

Bye.

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Don't fucking drunk-dial
my ass tonight at 2:00 a.m.!

Oh, you should
be so fucking lucky!

Where are you from?

Libya.

Oh yeah, that's some--

There's some
Colonel Gaddafi shit, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What'd I uh, what'd I tell you?

- I don't want no Muslims--
- He lives here now.

I don't want no Islamists
in my house

or the spics you teach
or the fags

or the Orientals
or the crack whores.

Okay, Khalid,
you better go, because--

Yeah, you better go, Khalid,

back to your desert wasteland
where you fuck camels and shit.

Is it time for prayer now?

Khalid, please, just go.

I see you in class today?

No, fuck that shit.

She's not teaching
a bunch of immigrants

how to speak American anymore.

You fucking need to learn that
before you get on your boats

and come to our country
where you take our jobs

and fuck fags in the ass.

I calling police.

Yeah, you go ahead
and do that,

you little immigrant
piece of shit,

cause I'm just
gonna call immigration.

Yeah, that stops your little
dirty Muslim ass now,

doesn't it?

I will get your
Islamist ass deported

and send you back to Kuwait

or wherever the fuck it is
you all come from.

Pakistan, Afghanistan,
some fucking stan.

You're illegal.

Lach, you don't know
what you're saying.

Shut up!

Khalid, please just go.

Why are you sucking
immigrant dick?

Smelly shit dick!

You know, they
treat women like whores.

I mean that's why you like those

middle-eastern
slave movies, huh? Huh?

Stop it, Lach!
You're being ridiculous.

Yeah. I told you before

I don't want any
of those fucktards

in my house and yet you
still allow them in here.

I teach them, they pay me.

I told you I don't want
these migrants here!

Please, don't do this.

You know, teaching
is the one thing that I love.

Please, that's so...

Because you suck at everything
else except sucking dick!

I mean you're a terrible mom,
you have shit for brains!

No wonder you teach at some
fucking Muslim Center

cause that's the only place

where there are people
dumber than you are!

I don't even know how
you got the fucking job.

You're such a stupid
dumbass fuckin' bitch!

You know what?
I am stupid I married you.

What did you say?

Stupid and dumb mean
the same thing, asshole.

I'm sick of your shit!

You are not
the man that I married.

You're just a stupid
racist fucking bigot I know!

You're a terrible
father to Alex.

I don't want him seein'
your crazy shit anymore.

And you know what?

Those immigrants actually
fucking contribute to society.

What do you do other than spend
our money, and drink and--

and sit on your lazy fucking
defeated ass all day, huh?

You're just scared--

Fucking too scared
to learn another trade

and get a new fucking job, huh?

You think those factories
are coming back?

You think they're fucking
coming back? They're not!

And neither am I!

- I'm not doing this anymore!
- Doing what?

Let go of me!

Being your punching bag!

You're just my whore
who teaches the enemy.

They come here,
they take our jobs,

and live off of our
free Social Security.

We have nothing!

Which is it?

What?

What did you say?

If they've been living off
our jobs, they can't always

be living off our free
fucking Social Security,

you idiot, which is it?

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Dammit.

Don't be glum, chum.

Hey.

We can figure this out tomorrow.

Plus, you'll never be alone.

You got me!

Come on, let's go dance.

Vamos! Vamos!

Hey!

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Okay, mommy's gonna go
inside for just one minute.

Just one minute,
and then I'm gonna come out,

and we're gonna
go to Grandma's, okay?

Okay?

A-- are you teaching?

No, mommy's not teaching today.

I'm-- look I'm just gonna
go inside for one minute

and then I'm gonna
come back out, okay?

Hey, okay?

But-- where is dad?

You're not gonna
see him anymore, okay?

Do you understand me?

Your father is a
motherfucking asshole!

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm--

I love you.

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¶ I just see your perfect eyes ¶

- Hey, have you seen Raul--
- No, man. Sorry, no.

Okay.
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Hey Miss Elena.

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Ooh!

Okay, calm down.

- Oh my God!
- I don't know.

Uh, just stay calm, it's okay.

Miss!

It's okay.

What was that?

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911,
what's your emergency?

Yeah, hi, uh, my name is Elena
Peterson and I'm calling from--

Did you hear that?
Can you hear that?

Ma'am?

Um, I'm calling--

Ma'am--

- Uh...
- Where are you?

- Huh?
- Ma'am, what is the address?

Um...

Um, it's-- it's
1--1211 Orange Drive.

Can you please just
send someone fast?

Ma'am, someone's on their way.
Are you alone?

- Can you lock the door?
- No, there's no locks.

Is there a way out?

No, we're in a classroom,
there's no way out.

Ma'am,
you must stay calm,

help is on the way.

I'm sorry.

You said anything?

How do you know that?

Is he-- is he trying
to open the door?

He's in the next room.

No, he's in the next room,
he's coming here next.

Ma'am, ma'am, try
to stay on the line, please.

Oh my God.

- Ma'am?
- He's coming.

Ma'am, try to stay
on the line, please.

Oh my God!

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Please.

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Somebody's shot
over there in the corner.

Any injured?

Anybody injured?
Anybody injured?

This is the scene
that we're looking at now.

A place that helps
immigrants and refugees

adjust to their
new lives in America

became the scene of a massacre.

13 people killed
in Binghamton, New York.

A lone gunman appears
to have walked into a building

uh, where people were preparing

to become citizens
of the United States.

Dozens of people
barricaded themselves

in the basement
or in closets for safety

until police were finally
able to enter the building.

As I said,
just a few months ago,

and I said a few
months before that,

and I said each time we see
one of these mass shootings,

our thoughts and prayers
are not enough.

It's not enough.

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