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Anybody home?

( knocking )

Walter?

Newscaster: ...complete with emergency vehicles

from as far away as Oakland. Fire crews from Union City

have joined Newmont detachments from all seven stations,

and although the fire is contained,

it still burns fiercely inside the food court itself.

Now, early reports point to a gas main

ruptured by a PG&E repair crew as the cause of the explosion

in the food court, but this has yet to be confirmed.

Oh, my God.

Once again, there was a tragic explosion earlier this evening

at the Newmont shopping mall. Ten lives have been lost,

and the list of the injured continues to grow.

Yup.

This is Michelle Gould reporting live from Newmont.

Hungry?

Yeah.

My princess,

I bring you savory shish kebabs

made by authentic savage Pakis.

I wanted fried chicken, Ali.

But this is better.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Is Walter home?

No.

Let me just check.

Just a sec, just a sec. Let me just check.

Voicemail: Hey, it's Walter. Leave a message.

He's not picking up.

Let me check the machine.

Okay.

( beeping )

Walter: Hey, Mom, Dad.

My phone died, again,

and this was the only number I could remember.

Anyway, I'm going over to the mall.

Can one of you pick me up?

I'll just hang in the food court. See you later.

( alarms wailing )

I'll call you.

Man: Excuse me, ma'am.

It's dislocated!

Please, I just-- No, no. I've got to go in.

I've got to get-- I think my kid is in there!

Ma'am, please step back!

Excuse me, I have a real reason to go in there.

My son was at the mall today,

and I haven't been able to reach him, so I--

Look, lady, nobody is getting in here tonight!

There must be someone who can tell me if he's in there or not!

Talk to the officer out by the front entrance.

He has a number that you can call.

Reporter: At approximately 4:15 P.M., a gas line exploded

near the north side of the building.

We have to stress that we do not have confirmation

as to the exact nature of the blast.

Eddie?

No. No, we're almost home.

Okay. We'll let you know

as soon as we hear from him.

Thank you.

I need a smoke.

Munsif?

Oh, hello.

I'm inspector Kalkowitz.

You must be Mrs. Pelletier.

Please have a seat.

Would you like some tea? White tip Jasmine.

I'm sorry about your son.

Don't.

Okay, I'll get to the point.

These days, you know, somebody sets off

some firecrackers in their backyard,

and we get about a thousand calls for a terrorist alert.

What do you mean? I thought it was a gas leak.

Well, let's say it was a gas leak for now, okay?

The point I'm trying to make is that there's a bunch--

I don't give a shit about any of that.

You keep interrupting me.

Just get to the point!

You don't want to make an enemy out of me,

because if you did,

you'd be losing a very important friend.

Shall I tell you why?

Because I lost my son in Iraq.

So let's talk about Eddie.

Here are your son's ashes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Take as much time as you need.

( man praying in Urdu )

( gasping )

Sorry to make you folks keep coming down here.

When will you know what caused the gas leak?

Well, we're doing everything we can, Mr. Munsif.

I need to use the restroom.

Um...

I'm Lea.

I'm Maryam.

You lost your son.

Me, too.

Have you been to the memorial?

Yeah.

I've been wanting to go, but I just--

I just haven't been able to.

I could take you.

Ready?

Who is she?

One of the mothers.

( knocking on door )

( knocking )

What do you want?

I need to talk to you.

I shouldn't have had to find out

that my son died from the news.

Jesus Christ!

Come on, Lea. I had a right to know.

You had a right. You had a right?

Eddie had a right to a father

to a father who spent time with him.

Eddie had a right not to live like this!

Don't forget, Lea, I didn't divorce you.

You divorced me. You pushed me away!

You kept me from him!

I divorced you. Not Eddie.

That doesn't mean you stop caring about him,

stop supporting him!

I never stopped caring about him, ever!

I should've been at his funeral.

Is that why you're here? Is that why you came?

You don't think you're a good Christian

because you missed the funeral.

Is that what this is about?

Oh, Saint Charles,

you might be damned like the rest of us!

That's not what this is about. That's not why I'm here.

Well, why are you here?

Because I didn't think that either one of us

should go through this alone.

I should go.

Yeah.

He's handsome.

What was his name?

Eddie.

He just turned 15.

Walter just turned 16 last summer.

All he wanted was a car for his birthday.

But my husband wanted him to wait

until he went off to college.

Tell me more about Eddie.

What was he like?

He was always a good kid.

Sweet kid.

I tried to give him space,

but I should have picked him up the day...

And afterwards she told me

how her husband became an evangelical,

and they couldn't do the things they used to.

They couldn't even put on masks

and go trick or treating.

We know all about that kind of fanatic.

Mm-hmm.

Yammi?

Hmm?

We still have each other, don't we?

Walter is... gone.

We could have another--

I can't do it.

Hello?

Oh. Oh, God. Again?

Hi.

Hi.

Do you know what they want?

I have no idea.

Mrs. Pelletier, Mrs. Munsif,

You both brought recent pictures

of your sons, right?

If I could have them for a moment, I'll make copies.

Can you tell us what this is about?

I'll have them back to you before you leave.

Mrs. Pelletier, you can come in now.

I'll see you at 3:00.

I'll pick you up.

Oh, okay.

Ms. Pelletier, I'm Special Agent Reese,

and you should know some things have happened

to change the nature of this case.

Case? What do you mean?

I didn't know there was a case.

Remember I told you about the firecrackers

in the backyard?

Well, one of them went off.

The ATF has found evidence that there were

two explosions at the food court that day.

The first one was a bomb,

which then set off the gas main explosion.

What?

Your son was killed by a bomb.

Oh, my God... A bomb.

We're sorry. We're very sorry.

What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?

Did your son, by any chance, know this kid Walter?

Walter Munsif?

No.

Do you know the Munsifs at all?

Well, I met her here the other day.

Do you have any reason to suspect that her son

could've had anything to do with it?

The bombing?

My God!

You think Maryam's son had something to do with it?

That is horseshit!

Well, how can you be so sure

if you only met her a few days ago?

I don't know. I can just tell,

just like I can tell you're an FBI bitch,

and you should not be calling me with this kind of crap.

Okay, all right. Lea, we--

Mrs. Pelletier,

I've got a bomb and a Pakistani kid,

so I'm sure you can appreciate

where we're going to have to go with this.

Can I go?

Don't tell them shit.

There were hundreds of people there,

but you assume Walter did it.

Mrs. Munsif, you were born in Pakistan?

Yes,

but I'm an American citizen.

I've been here for 18 years.

And your husband, Ali.

He was born there, too?

Yes, he also is an American citizen.

It says here that your husband was brought in

for questioning in December 2001,

in connection with an investigation

into the Logan Street Mosque.

Does it also say there

that he was kept there for 3 days,

and that he didn't have a lawyer,

and that his family had no idea

what was happening to him and was terrified?

And then you let him go,

a case of mistaken identity.

No apology, nothing.

Yeah, it does.

So, how did you feel after all that?

How would you feel if you were us?

We're American citizens.

We pay our taxes, we follow all the rules,

and then you come and take us away for no reason,

other than we look different?

How would you feel?

I'd be angry.

I'd be furious,

and maybe if I'm young and impressionable,

like any 16-year-old,

and I get mixed up with the wrong people,

then maybe I'd want to take some revenge.

We were not angry like that.

We were upset like anyone would be

if they were treated wrongly or unfairly.

Is that about it, Agent Reese?

Yeah, that's it.

We'll call you when we need to see you, Ms. Munsif.

Kalkowitz: Thank you.

Maryam: They said it was a bomb.

What?

That killed Walter.

They're starting an investigation.

They mentioned the Logan Street Mosque.

It's starting again.

Walter didn't do anything wrong.

We need to get a lawyer.

Ali, let's just wait!

They'll see Walter is innocent.

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just going out with Lea.

I'll stop by the restaurant after we're done.

Maryam, be careful what you say to her.

Why?

Because you don't know her.

You don't know what she could do.

Ali, she lost her son, too.

So, tell me about the time Walter was arrested

for fighting at the movie theater.

Do you know why he got into that fight?

No. Tell me.

Because the other boy was saying

horrible things to him, racist things.

Did Walter often behave like that?

Impulsive? Hotheaded?

Walter was a quiet, regular boy.

He loved reading history.

He loved playing the guitar--

Oh, come on, Mrs. Munsif. He broke that kid's jaw

at the fight at the movie theater.

You made a terrible mistake accusing my husband.

Don't do the same with my son.

Was Walter involved in any significant way

with the Logan Street Mosque?

No.

Well, what if I told you

We have photos of him entering the Mosque

on at least two occasions?

Maybe there was some kind of celebration or something, but--

So, Walter wasn't involved

with any radical groups, jihadists,

people with anti-American or anti-Western ideologies?

No. Walter loved this country.

We love this country.

Which is why I'm sure you're going to be totally cooperative

with us.

What happened, Maryam?

They have pictures of Walter

outside Logan Street Mosque.

Was he going to the mosque?

What would he go there for?

I don't know.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

What are we going to do?

I think we should move back.

Back?

It's only going to get worse.

And leave everything we've built and crawl back?

I talked to Yusuf's Uncle.

His cousin Tazim is going to buy my share

of the restaurant. I think it's a good idea.

This is not happening, Ali.

We're not going back there.

You're talking about our homeland,

where our families come from.

Sure, we have our madmen.

Sure, we have 20 million people

shitting in the streets,

but at least we're not circling the world

dropping bombs at everything we don't like!

What do we have here that's so goddamn precious anyway, huh?

Give me a mud hut on a dusty street.

Give me biryani on a filthy plate

in the middle of a stinking market, with an open sewer

running through it. At least we'd have our son!

I didn't mean it.

You did.

( door slamming )

( reporters shouting )

Man: Mrs. Munsif, Mrs. Munsif!

Woman: We just need a little bit of your time.

How do you feel the police

are handling this investigation?

Mrs. Munsif!

Was your son involved in the blast?

Was your son involved in the blast, Mrs. Munsif?

Hi, Janet? This is Maryam.

Yeah, I just wanted to let you know

that we've got some great new listings.

Yeah, and the condo we looked at last week,

the one you really liked...

Yeah, well, they've just dropped their asking price.

So, um...

Oh. Okay, okay...

Yeah, I do understand, but, you know,

it's a good time to buy.

Okay. Yeah, okay.

Just call me when you're ready.

Yeah. You, too.

( humming )

Sorry I haven't come by.

I wasn't sure.

I thought you might want to be alone.

Yeah, that's okay.

I feel so bad. I just don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say.

I mean, who could do such a thing?

What could have possibly been going through

that Muslim kid's head?

They don't really know what happened.

Come on. You saw the article.

Angry Muslim kid,

always fighting with American kids.

Father was a suspect during 9/11.

What the hell are you doing here?

Did my husband let you in? Why are you in my house?

Excuse me, ma'am. You can't go in there right now.

Don't tell me what I can do! This is my--

Sorry, ma'am. We have a search warrant.

Mrs. Munsif, please wait downstairs.

You have no right to be here.

Don't make this any harder than it has to be.

Harder than it has to be?

That's my son's room!

We're done checking the bedroom, ma'am.

Anything? A couple of transmitters.

These are my son's toys.

They're ordinary toys!

Here's a copy of the search warrant.

Our suspect, a Pakistani-American juvenile,

claimed he was being harassed with racial insults

by group of teenagers.

An altercation ensued,

and the suspect broke the jaw of a 14-year-old boy.

Where are you going?

( tires screeching )

Oh, my God. Call the police.

What for? They think we are terrorists, too.

So we do nothing?

Wake up, Maryam.

We're going to do some pass-bys during the day,

keep our eye on things, all right?

Now, I've lived around here for a long time.

I know most of these people around here are good people,

but, you know, we don't blame you 'cause you've got

some you-know-whats in your country,

so we hope you don't blame us because we've got our share.

Let me tell you something.

About a million years ago, I get out of the Academy.

I've got to go on a patrol with this guy Terry Sikorsky.

He's an old school cop. He's a veteran,

30 years on the job, Ukrainian.

We're down in the Tenderloin, and he busts this guy Winston.

Winston's got a kilo of shit in his shirt.

Shit?

You know, heroin, dope.

Sikorsky busted him twice before. He cuffs him.

Winston turns to Sikorsky and says, "The harm is done."

I don't get it.

We're back at the station, and I ask Sikorsky,

"What do you mean 'the harm is done'?"

Sikorsky looks at me, and he says,

"It's what people do to people.

What does it matter who did it? The harm is done."

So, if I'm you, I'd stay put and fight.

Tim!

Hey, Tim!

Hang on a second.

What the hell is going on?

What?

You gave half my shift to Juanita.

The woman can barely speak English.

I'm not getting any complaints about Juanita.

You're getting complaints about me?

Yeah. Lots.

Okay, okay. Listen.

I've got to have these shifts.

You took away Wednesday and Thursday,

and I've got to have these shifts,

or I'm not going to be able to make it.

Come on, man. Help me out.

Look, I know you're going through some tough times--

Tough times. Tough times.

That's what you call it, tough times? You have no idea

what the hell you're talking about.

Lea-- Do you know what I've been dealing with?

Lea, calm down. Look, this is serious.

If your work doesn't improve, I'm going to have to let you go.

You can consider this your official warning.

This is bullshit!

From the guy down there.

( sobbing )

I can't talk about this anymore.

We lost our son.

Somebody threw a brick through our window.

You're losing your clients.

People will realize that Walter didn't do it.

And you're sure that's what they're going to find?

Aren't you?

My son was not a murderer,

but what does that matter? Things are changing.

People are desperate. They'll believe anything now!

This is our home, Ali.

We have to defend it.

That is fine for the cops because they have guns,

and they can protect themselves.

We are foreigners here and always will be.

They see a gun in the hand of a Muslim,

and he's a terrorist.

Kalkowitz can't know what that feels like.

His son died in Iraq.

That's what I'm saying, right there.

His son died in Iraq.

What does that tell you?

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Ali and I had a terrible night.

You lied to me.

What?

What are you talking about?

I never lied to you.

Have you been drinking?

Why, you want to drink?

No, you don't do that,

but your son hanging out with terrorists,

beating up white kids, that's okay.

Why didn't you tell me that Walter had been arrested?

Why didn't you tell me that?

What you read or heard in the news

is just not true.

Walter is innocent.

I trusted you!

I told you my secrets.

I told you about my Eddie, and all along you knew.

Stop it! Stop it! You knew!

You of all people

should understand what I'm going through.

And I thought you were my friend.

Your friend.

How?

How can I be your friend?

Your son killed Eddie.

That's what I thought.

So a week ago, this is all bullshit,

and now this kid is a suicide bomber?

You asked me if I had reason to suspect him, and now I do.

Are you aware of the fact that your kid

was being bullied at school?

Eddie was being bullied?

Yeah. We were going to call you.

Yeah? Where are you getting this from?

Well, we've got witnesses.

He was standing at a bus stop on Sullivan,

behind the school. This bunch of kids

comes up to him, starts picking on him,

pushing him around. One of them grabs his knapsack,

throws it out into the street,

and Eddie says, "This is the last time

you assholes are going to do this to me,"

and one of the kids stops laughing

long enough to say to him, "Yeah, Eddie. What are you

going to do about it?" and you know what Eddie says?

No, what?

He said, "Because I'm going to kill you. All of you."

Bullshit. You're making it up.

That's bullshit?

Yes, it's bullshit! Don't you think I would know

if my son was being bullied? He would have told me!

Do you know a kid named Andrew Hull?

No. Do you know a kid named Richie Palmer?

No. Bobby Mason?

What, are these the boys that you say were fucking

with my kid? Yeah!

Then I want to talk to them.

You can't talk to them, Lea, because two of them are dead,

and one of them is in a coma!

That's a hell of a coincidence, don't you think?

Huh? You going to meet me halfway here?

Well, Eddie had nothing to do with it.

Look, I'm going to get to the bottom of this,

with or without your help.

( knocking )

Hi.

Hi. I'm glad you called.

Yeah. Come on in.

Just sit down.

Okay.

Do you want something to drink?

What are you going to have?

Beer.

Beer sounds good.

I've mellowed with age.

Huh.

Thank you.

So?

The police suspect Eddie.

What?

They're saying that he threatened

to kill some kids, and then three of those kids

died in the explosion.

There's no way that Eddie

had anything to do with this bombing.

I just wanted to tell you that, you know, I--

I tried. I tried to be a good mom.

I wanted Eddie to be a good person,

just like you did.

I tried to love him...

Take good care of him.

Lea, I know. I know.

Don't beat yourself up.

Do you remember when, um--

When he was a baby,

just starting to crawl?

We were living with your folks in Redding,

and somehow he got outside into the backyard,

and he started eating all those daffodils?

One after another, he must have eaten about 20 of them?

Yeah, and you were convinced he was going to die.

Yeah, I remember.

I didn't know what to do,

and you were just so calm.

You just picked him up

and drove us straight to the emergency room.

Remember that?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

A lot of good it did.

They didn't do anything, told us not to worry.

Remember, you almost took that nurse's head off.

Well, she was a bitch.

( chuckling )

Oh, Lea.

Don't be so tough, Lea.

Let me in.

Let me help you.

Just a little bit.

Okay?

I thought his room would be messier.

No, I cleaned it.

I mean, he always had...

piles of clothes everywhere.

He was a good kid.

He had strange taste in music, though.

I think he got that from you.

Probably. You want some juice?

We should think about suing the police for harassment.

There is no way our son was involved in that bomb.

You've got some poor, angry Muslim kid

who was probably raised by uneducated fanatics

who taught him he could bomb his way into heaven.

I mean, what is it, 70--

77 virgins? Some shit.

Don't.

What?

Oh, God. I'm supposed to be PC

about people who don't belong here in the first place?

No way. They get what they deserve.

Did Eddie get what he deserved?

You know what I meant.

Yeah.

I know what you meant.

You know, I have a really busy day today.

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Ms. Pelletier.

Eleanor. Eleanor.

Was there a woman asking about me?

Oh, yes.

What did she want?

What do you think?

I don't know. What did she want?

You can keep it.

Kalkowitz here?

I tried calling, but I just got his voicemail.

He's in the field today.

How does it feel now?

How do you like everyone accusing you?

He didn't do it.

That's not what the papers say.

Come on! You were right.

Maryam-- No.

We can't be friends.

Your son is a murderer.

( rock music playing )

Hey, it's wild mommy, from that video.

( laughing )

Gordian Knot time, baby.

Hi, I'm Eddie.

So, my dad's, like, this religious nut,

but I haven't seen him for, like, 10 years

'cause he's too busy praying, or something.

Mom's pretty cool, though.

She takes me to concerts a lot.

Pretty wild mommy, huh?

You know, to tell you the truth,

I don't really give a shit.

They got the game stacked out there.

You have to fit into their little molds

and their little fucking cliques,

and if you're anything different,

you're some fucking freak that they can push around

whenever they feel like it 'cause you're nothing to them.

You're just a thing to them.

You've got to be Quiet Wyatt.

You just sit there and take it,

while they take all the credit,

but it's Gordian Knot time now.

Yeah.

Yes, hello.

Um, I would like to send flowers

to a patient, and I need the room number, please?

Uh, Robert Mason?

Here you go.

Thanks.

Thanks for coming over, Nausheen.

I'm sorry I couldn't return your calls.

I meant to. It's just that--

How are you holding up?

Oh God, I miss Walter so much.

We barely even spoke the last few months.

We were always so busy.

I hardly saw him.

I know what you mean.

I used to see him and Jawad all the time,

but I hadn't seen him in ages.

He ate dinner at your place the night before the bombing.

No, he didn't.

Yes, he did.

No. I'm positive.

I would've remembered.

I need to talk to you about something.

When was the last time you met Walter?

I don't know. About two months ago.

So, he wasn't supposed to have dinner with you

the night before the bombing?

No. We really just weren't hanging out that much,

you know, for a while.

Since when?

Maybe the last half a year or so.

Ever since then, Walter was different.

How so?

Well, he was pissed off.

He didn't talk about it much, but he was really mad.

Like the fight he had at the theater?

Yeah.

So if you guys weren't hanging out, where was he?

I don't know. By himself.

At the mosque.

He even asked me to come a few times.

At the Logan Street Mosque?

Yeah.

Did you go with him?

Yeah, once or twice.

PA announcer: Dr. Hunton, 4814. Dr. Hunton, 4814.

Aren't you Eddie's mom?

Yeah. You knew Eddie?

Yeah. We went to school together.

I'm Robbie's brother.

Oh.

Oh. How is he doing?

Not good. Why are you here?

Oh, I don't know.

I mean, it's insane,

but they think Eddie might have had

something to do with the bombing.

Yeah, I know.

The police think your brother was bullying him.

Yeah? My brother's in a coma now.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't, I didn't mean to--

( banging )

What's wrong?

Hey.

Is he going to be okay?

No. This whole thing is just so fucked up.

I know.

I mean, we were just joking.

What do you mean?

The cops were right.

Robbie, the guys,

we were all just jacking up Eddie.

Why would you do that to Eddie?

He's a freak!

Do you think he did it? You think he did it?

We were at the bus stop,

and he says he's going to kill all of us.

Just because he said it doesn't mean he did it.

Just because he said things--

People say things all the time. It doesn't mean he did it.

It wasn't what he said.

His eyes were dead.

And the bombing?

The bombing was five days later.

( chanting )

My son Walter--

As-salaamu alaykum.

Wa alaykum as-salam.

I was at Walter's funeral, Mrs. Munsif.

How are you getting along?

Was my son coming here before he died?

Yes, he was. Wonderful young man.

For how long?

I don't know exactly, but for some time.

More so recently.

What was he doing here that he couldn't tell me about?

Nothing.

He was praying, learning about Islam.

What kind of Islam?

Mrs. Munsif, Islam is a religion

of peace and charity, huh?

We are not extremists or jihadis here.

We are Americans.

We would never teach anything

that would be violent or harmful to this country.

Why was he lying to me?

Why didn't he tell me he was coming here?

I have no idea, Mrs. Munsif.

Go ask your husband.

My husband knew that Walter was coming here?

Yes.

He came with him a number of times.

Excuse me.

When were you going to tell me?

Tell you what?

About Walter.

What about Walter?

About Walter going to the mosque.

Stop lying to me, Ali. I know.

I just spoke to the Imam.

Why didn't you tell me?

I would have,

but he made me promise not to tell you.

Why?

Because he knew how you'd react,

that you'd get angry and try to stop him.

He was lost, Maryam.

I could see it.

He was angry. He wasn't hanging out

with Jawad and his friends anymore.

He needed something, Maryam.

What should I have done?

I don't know, but you should have told me.

How can I ever trust you again, Ali?

What? What is it?

What happened, Ali?

Well, at first he studied with the Imam.

He's a good man.

But then he met...

Some of the more radical people at the mosque.

Why didn't you do something?

Why didn't you stop him?

I tried, Maryam. I tried!

But the more I told him to stay away,

the more he wanted to be with them.

Do you think he did it?

He was a good kid, Maryam.

Do you think Walter did it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Hank Kalkowitz.

I'm head of the Alameda County task force on terrorism.

As you know, this past month we have been investigating

every aspect of the Newmont shopping mall bombing,

where the two suspects we had died in the explosion,

and the one eyewitness was in a coma.

He was in a coma, that is,

up until this morning, when he died.

( crowd gasping )

Man: Are you saying you have no more leads?

No, sir. That's not what I'm saying.

I am not saying that at all. We are going to follow up

on every lead we get, but what I am saying is,

at this juncture, I need to tell you

that this investigation is going from active to ongoing.

But you know one of those kids did it!

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

Don't you owe us that much?

Well, from my perspective, sir,

what we owe the community is the truth,

and right now you're going to have to bear with us

because we don't know what that truth is.

Thank you.

I'd just like to assure everyone we are not closing this case.

It is ongoing. What we'd like to do with the rest of this time

is to answer any questions that you might have.

( people shouting )

Man: Linda, over here! Linda!

Linda! Have you had pressure from the city

to shut down the investigation because...

Woman: Can I get more information

on the boy who just died?

( thunder crashing )

( Ali speaking in Urdu )

I thought I might see you here.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Do you think we'll ever know what happened?

Would it change anything?

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Go ahead.

No, that's okay. I'll find another spot.

I don't mind.

All right.

You play?

Yeah. You?

Uh, yeah.

Mostly just fool around, though.

How long have you been playing?

About two, two and a half years or so.

That's cool.

So, what kind of music do you like to play?

I like Green Day, Dead Kennedys...

So, like, the easy stuff?

( laughing) Yeah.

Well, what kind of guitar do you have?

A Fender. You?

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