All language subtitles for CSI New York S09E03

♪ ♪

♪ Take me to the home, kick boots ♪

♪ See heaven flash
a horror show ♪

♪ Knock it nice and smooth ♪

♪ Never gonna stop me,
never gonna stop ♪

♪ Never gonna stop me ♪

♪ Never gonna stop ♪

♪ Never gonna stop me,
never gonna stop ♪

? A dinosaur,
he paint the monster red

♪ So the blood don't stain
the floor... ♪

Damn! Take it easy, cop!

Why you so agro?

Sorry, I'm not
from around here.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

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No wallet, and I found
a tag on his backpack.

Ran the name through NYSPIN,
got a hit to his address.

His name's Ethan Grohl, 19 years old,

lives on the Brooklyn side.

Requested bridge
surveillance footage.

Might get us a glimpse of the killer.

- Who found him?
- Passing biker.

Cause of death, exsanguination,

result of a deep abdominal
Cause of dstab wound.

Asymmetrical tissue damage
suggests a serrated blade.

Looks like he took

a pretty stiff shot
to the nose as well.

Yeah.

Could've left him unconscious
long enough for bleed out.

Well, from the look of things,

I'm guessing that
didn't take too long.

Also, seeing some contusions
across his right knuckles.

There was definitely
a struggle.

But did Ethan know his
attacker or was it a stranger?

Mac?

You think these are fake?

It's too early to tell.

Well, if they're real,

what the hell
was this guy doing

with pictures of a dead girl
in his backpack?

Maybe his death has
something to do with hers.

Either way,
it looks like one homicide

may have just become two.

Oh.

God, I thought we'd never
get through dinner.

You didn't enjoy me
rattling on about my work?

Of course I did.

I just couldn't stop
thinking about dessert.

Wait. Wait.

What?
Did you hear that?

All I can hear is my heart beating.
What?

No, I'm serious.

I think there's someone
in the apartment.

NYPD.

Show me your hands.

Oh, my God.

Mom, it's me.

Hey, Mrs. Danville.
I thought you said

she was gonna be at a party?

I thought you were
at a party, Ellie.

Hello? It's at Sammy's
house, three floors down.

We just came up to
get some more soda.

I see that. Who's we?

Jordan, Mom.

Mom, Jordan.

I'd introduce you
to the surfer dude

with the hairy chest, but
I have no idea who he is.

Hey, Sid, what do you got?

Oh, Mac.

Are you familiar with the words
of Heraclitus of Ephesus?

I'm not sure I got that memo.

Well, he was an ancient
Greek philosopher

who once said, "The eyes

are more accurate
witnesses than the ears."

And in the case
of Ethan Grohl here,

he may actually
have been right.

This is a disposable contact lens.

I found it tangled
in Mr. Grohl's hair.

So naturally,
I went looking for its match.

And that's when I saw...
take a look... these.

Look at the screen.

Some kind of surgical scarring?

Radial keretotomy, to be exact.

It's been largely supplanted
by Lasik,

but it is still used for the
treatment of astigmatism,

and these scars
are relatively recent.

Means Ethan would've likely had

- no need for contact lenses.
- Right.

And this one could
actually belong to our killer.

Good eye, Sid.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I beg you ♪

♪ Can I follow♪
♪

♪ Oh, I ask you ♪

♪ Why not always♪
♪

♪ Be the ocean ♪

♪ Where unravel ♪

♪ Be my only ♪

♪ Be the water and waiting ♪

♪ You're my river
running high ♪

♪ Run deep, run wild ♪

♪ I, I follow ♪

♪ I follow you deep sea, baby ♪

♪ I follow you, I, I follow ♪

♪ I follow you ♪

♪ Dark boom honey,
I follow you ♪

♪ Run deep, run wild ♪

♪ I, I follow ♪

♪ I follow you deep sea, baby ♪

♪ I follow you, I, I follow ♪

♪ I follow you ♪

♪ Dark boom honey,
I follow you. ♪

Oh, my God,

that's Mary.

I'm sorry,
Mr. and Mrs. Portico,

but your address was on the
envelope containing these photos.

Is she...

Are you telling us
that Mary is dead?

Based on what we've seen, I'm
afraid it's a possibility.

Who did that to her?

We've just begun
our investigation.

Why would someone send
those photos to her parents?

It clearly wasn't for ransom.

For some reason,

they wanted the Porticos to
know their daughter was dead.

I understand from the
missing persons report

that you had an argument
with Mary a couple of weeks ago?

Yes, but we told the officers
it was just the usual, you know?

Help with the dishes.

Pick up your dirty clothes.

Stop spending
so much time online.

We all went to bed mad,

and when we woke up
the next morning,

she... she was gone.

She's only 15.

Were there any
girls that Mary was

particularly close to?

Boys? Anyone who might
have been a confidant?

She's shy.

She doesn't have a lot
of close friends.

- What about enemies?
- No.

She just wanted to fit in.

Do you recognize
this young man?

His name is Ethan Grohl.

No.

I never heard her
mention him, either.

You think he had something
to do with this?

We're looking into it.

I checked Ethan's Grohl's place.

There was no signs
of a struggle or murder.

- What about unidentified DOA's?
- I searched

the rolls for New York
and surrounding states.

No one matched her description.

Mary didn't have

- a cell phone?
- She did.

She lost it.

I told her the next one
was gonna be on her dime.

God, why didn't I just
get her a new one?

Well, she did have an ATM card.

We got it for Mary
for her 14th birthday.

We thought that it would
teach her responsibility.

Why, have you found something?

The bank records pulled

by missing persons
indicate that Mary

withdrew all $700
from her account

the day she went missing.

But that's all the money she'd
saved up from babysitting.

Are you suggesting
that she ran away?

That she had a plan, she
wanted to get away from us?

I'm not suggesting anything,
Mr. Portico,

but sadly, what was

being handled as a runaway
missing persons case

is now being investigated

as a homicide
missing persons case.

I want to know

what happened to my
daughter, Detective,

and I want the person...

who took her
away from us to pay.

You have my word they will.

There's no tougher job
in the world.

Being a cop?

Being a parent.

♪ ♪

Hey.

What do you think
about our daughter

wearing body armor
when she becomes

- a teenager?
- After looking at these photos,

- I'm fine with that.
- Oh, good.

So, did you solve the case?

Me? I thought
you had the answer.

No, the partial footprint
was not a match

to Ethan Grohl, so it could
have been from our killer,

but it could have been
from anybody,

and I ID'd those tiny
orange flecks as dried paint,

but I can't get
a match in EDNA.

Messer family...
0 for two.

You rang?

Sid, please,
thank you for coming up.

Oh, don't be silly.

I spend all day
in a refrigerated room

with no cell reception.

I live for these invitations.

All right, well, in that case,
uh, this is our photo-topsy.

Take a look at these snapshots,

tell me if you could, uh,
determine a cause of death.

Oh, well, at a cursory glance
I'm seeing multiple contusions

around the supraorbital process

as well as the bridge
and septum of the nose.

Uh, there's fresh blood pooling,

approximately 18 to 20
inches in diameter,

originating from the nose,
mouth, and open abrasions

of the scalp.

If I had to hazard a guess,

I'd say your C.O.D. could be
cerebral hemorrhage

due to blunt-force trauma.

- I mean, right?
- So, just

to play devil's advocate,
do you think that there's

any chance that these wounds
aren't legit?

No.

I once caught my own daughter

faking a bloody nose
with food coloring

to get out of a spelling test.

I know chicanery when I see it.

However, there is something
here that does beg questioning.

Is that a track mark?

That's amazing... I mean,
15 years old and she's using.

Unfortunately I can't run
a tox panel on a photograph,

so confirming that
is impossible.

I'm afraid I'm not much help.

No, thanks, Sid.

Maybe her watch
could tell us something.

It's a pretty clear view
of the face.

Maybe we can use it
to time-stamp the photos.

Let's see, this
one says 4:30:58.

This is 4:31 here.

And...56
on this photo.

Okay, so that photo's first.

Second.

Third.

With a total of four seconds
elapsed from beginning to end.

Uh, there's just one problem.

What?

Condensation.

Why is the glass face
on her watch

in this last photo fogged?

Because it's so close
to her mouth.

She's breathing.

Right, so she might have

not been beaten
to death after all.

I think you were premature in
calling the medical examiner.

When this final photo
was taken,

Mary Portico was still
very much alive.

Ellie, put the phone down.

You know I don't allow 'em
at the table.

You're not hungry?

I had nachos at school.

I told you I was coming
home to make dinner.

And we need to talk.

I don't want to talk.

- Why not?
- Because it's just

going to be one of those talks
where you do all the talking.

No, it's not.

You go first.

Go ahead,
ask me anything you want.

What's his name?

Cade.

Okay, great.

Sit.

He's an FBI agent.

He's visiting from California.

He and I used to work
together at the Bureau.

Looks like you were doing
a little bit more than that.

Yes,

because I thought you
were spending the night

at Sammy's after the party,

but instead I find you

in the kitchen
with what's-his-name.

I told you, it's Jordan.

He's a ninth grader,
a basketball player.

It's no big deal.

No big deal?

Oh, my God, Ellie,
I could have killed both of you.

Listen to me, this is
about your safety,

so I don't care if it's Jordan

or Drake or all the members
of One Direction.

You may not bring

anyone into this apartment
when I'm not here

without my permission,

especially when I don't
even know who he is.

Don't give me that look.

I am the adult,
you're the child.

I'm not a child.

Okay, you're a teenager.

We still have rules
in this family.

Yeah, and yours are different
than mine... I get it.

Good.

Let's eat.

Ellie, was that your first kiss?

Are you kidding me right now?

I can't believe
you're not talking to me

about these things.

Because, Mom, I knew you'd do
exactly what you're doing.

What, caring?

No, prying.

Ellie, come on.

I just want to know
how you feel.

Well, I don't know yet, okay?

Do you?

You want some green beans?

No, I have homework.

♪ ♪

Ethan Grohl
might have had drugs

on him when he was attacked...

heroin to be exact, cut with
traces of cocaine, LSD, and B12.

B12?

I guess even users need
their vitamins.

I found this

street pipe, foil burner
in his backpack.

Bridge surveillance shows

the killer was lying in wait,

but at that hour I think
he was waiting for anyone.

Ethan just happened
to come along

at the wrong time.
When the killer

couldn't score any cash,
he took the only valuable thing

- he could find.
- The heroin,

but he didn't even touch

that envelope full of photos.

Means he probably didn't know
anything about Mary Portico.

But Ethan certainly did.

♪ Come on ♪

♪ ♪

♪ There is no way around it. ♪

Boyd Hackman...

our number one suspect
in Ethan Grohl's murder.

Already done
a couple stints upstate

for assault and armed robbery.

Holy sideburns.

Not even a mother
could love that face.

- Where is he?
- In the wind with a parole warrant.

Hasn't checked in or been
at his place in over 24 hours.

I got unis sitting on it now.

In the meantime I ran
Ethan Grohl's phone records

and noticed dozens of calls
to and from a 212 number

within 36 hours of his death.

Thought it might mean
something.

Tracked that number

to a guy named Oliver Epps,
and I'm trying to get a bead

on where he is now.

Did you run Epps' name

by Mary Portico's parents?

- Next on my list of things to do.
- Okay.

Looks like you've got
your hands full as well.

Hmm, you could say that.

Detective Danville.

Agent Conover,
thank you for coming.

No problem.

I just wish we could have had
this meeting at my hotel

because we have
these margaritas...

- the best I've ever had...at the bar.
- I need FBI support

to find Mary Portico,

a minor who went
missing two weeks ago.

We thought we were
investigating her death,

but it turns out there
could be a slim chance

she's still alive and
in imminent danger.

Oh, so if she's dead
she's your case,

and if she's alive she's mine?

Well, this one's tricky,

but your specialty
in the Bureau

is tracking missing persons
across state lines,

and I realize
you're on vacation,

but this is a teenage kid.

Cleaned out her bank account,
she could be anywhere.

We need to broaden the
scope of our search,

- so I really need your help.
- Hmm.

Everything you need
to know is right here.

You love taking advantage
of me, don't you?

You have no idea.

I feel like my eyes are going
to pop out of my skull.

Come on, babe, stay with me.

We got to figure out where
these photos were taken.

So no details

from the hardwood floor.

The lamp is
mass-produced.

You checked the
paper in the corner?

Yeah, it's a take-out
menu, but there's no name.

Yeah, but there is, uh,

a partial address on it from...

Right, Ulton Street,

which is probably Fulton Street,
but there's hundreds

of restaurants
down there, and so far

none of them match that
flower pattern in any way.

All right, let's take another
look at the beer bottle, okay?

All right, so based on
its proximity to the body,

it was probably broken
in the struggle.

I couldn't make out a label.

Wait a second... boom,
right there, you see that?

What? Right there, that piece
of glass in the center.

Looks like there's some kind
of reflection in it.

Yeah, maybe from a window.

The sun is visible.

We know it's around 4:30,
so we're looking at a sunset

in the west.

It's backlighting something.

Is that just me

or does that look like
the Flatiron Building?

No, that's not just you, babe.

Okay, the Flatiron
Building is 22 stories,

so the crime scene had
to be across the street,

below the 20th floor,

with a direct view
of the Flatiron's front wedge.

All right?

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm Detective Lovato
with the NYPD.

We're searching
for a missing young girl.

You mind if I take a look
inside your apartment?

Good afternoon, sir, I am
Detective Messer with the NYPD.

We're searching for
a missing young girl.

LINDSAY:We're searching
for a missing young girl.

You mind if I take a look
inside your apartment?

Good afternoon, I'm
Detective Lovato with NYPD.

Do you mind if I take a look
inside your apartment?

I'm Detective Messer
with the NYPD.

Do you mind if I take a
look in your apartment?

Hello. NYPD.

Te despertaste mi bebé.

Disculpáme, señora, lo siento.

Call me crazy, but I'm not seeing
those hardwood floors, Lindsay.

Neither am I.

Windows don't match, either.

And I don't see how that view

could've been reflected into
any of these apartments.

And they canvassed
multiple floors?

Every viable vantage point
of the Flatiron,

from the one angle it
could have been seen from,

but nothing lined up with the
Mary Portico crime scene photos.

It doesn't make sense.

All of our science
says she was there.

You hear anything
more from Flack?

Still no 20 on Oliver Epps.

He's the guy who traded all
the calls with Ethan Grohl?

Right.

But apparently, Mary's
parents knew his name.

Oliver, I guess,
was an older kid

who went to school
with Mary in Manhattan.

She had a big crush on him, and
he dropped out about a year ago.

Mm.

So we don't know where he is,

but he's definitely
the connection

between Ethan and Mary.

Epps have family of his own?

Flack's trying to
track them down.

But I did notice
something interesting.

The 212 number assigned to
Oliver's cell may be local,

but the cell towers getting hit
by its signal definitely weren't.

All the calls that
Oliver Epps made

to Ethan Grohl originated
from the West Coast.

Was it something I said?

Get Agent Conover
and meet me in the War Room.

The fog on Mary Portico's
wristwatch

could very well be
her last breath.

But our priority is still
to find her, right?

Absolutely.

We've just been looking
in the wrong place.

Mary took out $700
from her ATM.

We know she has a
crush on Oliver Epps.

I think she used it
to go be with him.

But Manhattan isn't the only
city with a Fulton Street...

And we're not the only one
with a Flatiron Building.

And the reason
Lindsay had trouble

identifying the
orange paint flecks

is because they're not
in EDNA's database.

It's a proprietary color,

developed in the 1930s,
called "International Orange""

And you can only
find it in one place.

Dead or alive,

Mary Portico is somewhere
in San Francisco.

Flack confirmed it.
This is Oliver Epps' apartment,

right across from
the San Francisco Flatiron.

All right, we spoke to
the building manager.

The lease on this apartment's
being paid for by

Oliver Epps' parents,
who live in Long Island.

They claim they haven't seen him

since he moved to San Francisco
over a year ago.

And the manager says
the kid's hardly ever here.

Is there any chance that
Oliver Epps is a victim

in all this, as well?

Well, based on the active
federal interstate drug warrant

I pulled on him,
I seriously doubt it.

Well, this is definitely
where he took the photos.

Looks to me like he cleaned up

- an awful lot of blood.
- Enough to kill her?

Well, it's hard to tell if
these are mop streaks

from cleaning up, or drag marks,

from removing Mary's body.

This handwriting definitely

looks like a match
to the envelope we found

at Ethan Grohl's crime scene.

At the very least, Oliver
Epps could be good for

assault, kidnapping,
unlawful imprisonment.

You got the full support of
e FBI on this one, Mac.

Epps is a very
dangerous young man.

Well, I'm here to find
a vulnerable young woman.

27 to two.

- Doesn't matter.
- How does that not matter?

We're talking about
27 World Series wins.

That is over two dozen times

the Yankees have been rightfully
anointed the gods of baseball,

- whereas the Mets...
- The Mets are the heart.

The heart and soul of
New York City baseball.

- Come on. - Tom Seaver.
Voted into the Hall of Fame

with the highest first ballot
percentage in history.

Rusty Staub.

Founded the New York Police
and Fire Widows Fund.

And don't even get me
started on Gary Carter.

Again, 27 to two.

And 19 of those were before
the Mets even existed.

- How are you such a pinstriper?

Did you not say you were
born and raised in Queens?

Proudly. But fortunately,
my father had the good sense

never to let me root for
a sad-sack bunch of boo...

That's Boyd Hackman.

Boyd Hackman! NYPD!

Go, go, go!
Out of the way! Go! Go!

Ow.

- Don't move.
- Ow. Ow!

- I'm sorry...
- Ow.

What were you saying?

You keep that crazy bitch
away from me.

Watch your tongue or I'll
leave you alone with her.

I think she hurt my neck.

We think you
killed Ethan Grohl.

I don't even know
any Ethan Grohl.

No? You should.
Here.

Maybe this will
refresh your memory.

This is you mugging Ethan Grohl
on the Brooklyn Bridge

just before you killed him.

You can't tell that's me.

No, you can't tell
that's you. Of course,

you can't see much without
your contacts, can you, Boyd?

Huh?

How many fingers?

Turns out you lost one of
your lenses on our victim.

Then we found a hunting
knife in your jacket.

Oh, and the bundle of heroin
we found in your apartment

that you stole
from his backpack.

Okay, it was his fault!

His fault?

Yeah! What kind of kid
doesn't carry a wallet?

Real charmer that one.

Probably a Mets fan.

- Ooh.
- Do you want me to give you

a head start like him
before I kick your ass?

Or would you like
to take your chances?

♪ ♪

You ever run away from home?

No.
You?

Few times. Yeah.

I even, uh...

I even ran away to be
with this girl once. Yeah.

Uh, except she, um...
she only lived across town,

and, uh, these two other
guys showed up. Yeah.

Ugh. It was crowded.

But I would've never

gone all the way across the
country like Mary did, though.

I mean, my home life
might've sucked, but...

it's the evil you know, you know?

But at her age, I'm sure Mary would've
come home by now if she could.

Oliver Epps' prints are all over

this heroin bundle.

I-I still can't figure
out what this...

daisy sticker is, though.

It's called "Flower Power."

It's high-grade heroin
distributed by a...

drug ring here
in San Francisco.

Listen to this,

according to intel I just got
from our local task force,

Epps is part of it.

Makes sense.

The heroin's an
exact chemical match

to the street pipe
residue we found

in Ethan Grohl's bag.

So what if Oliver sent the
drugs to Ethan in exchange

for delivering the photos
to Mary Portico's parents?

What could he hope to gain
with her already dead?

Maybe the gains were Mary's.

You think she was in on it?

Well, we know she was
upset with her parents.

She might've thought
sending the photos

was a way to find her freedom.

Now, that sounds like something
a kid would do. Well,

if that was her plan, she picked
the wrong guy to hatch it with.

What can you tell us about
Oliver Epps' involvement

in the drug ring?

Well, on the record,
I can tell you

it's an ongoing investigation.

And off the record?

It's centered in Haight-Ashbury.

There's a restaurant
in the neighborhood

that my case agents suspect

is being run as a front.

358 Fulton Street.

The Daisy Chain Cafe.
This is the place.

Ah.

Welcome to the Daisy Chain.

Can you tell us if you've
seen this young man?

Uh... nah.

You want a smoothie?

Right, you haven't seen him.
Let's go!

Yeah, this is Agent Cade Conover

with the FBI.
I need SFPD

backup in the vicinity
of Fulton and Page.

10-31 in progress.

Step aside. Stop! Police!

Oh!

Hey!

Stop!

Jo. Just entered
the south end of the park.

You and Cade circle
around to the north side.

Damn! Take it easy, cop!

- Why you so agro?
- Sorry,

I'm not from around here.

I got him, I got him.

Go ahead, check my pockets.
I got nothin'!

We don't want your
drugs. Where is she?

- Who?
- Mary.

Tell me what you did to her!

Nothing she didn't ask for.

Maybe you didn't
understand the question.

Where is Mary Portico?

That little head case?

Good luck finding her, man.

She's gone.

What do you mean Mary's gone?
Did you kill her?

No, I didn't kill her.
She's just...

you know, a little messed up.
I'm sure she's got you

- to thank for that.
- Where is she?

Don't you think if she
wanted to be found,

she'd be back
in New York already?

Her parents want her found, Oliver.

Did you ever stop
to think about that?

Hell, yeah.

Why do you think we sent those
photos to them in the first place?

It was Mary's idea.

What do you want to do, again?
I'm just saying...

I could, like, fake
like I'm dead,

and you could take pictures
to send to my parents.

Man, you must be really
pissed at them.

Whatever.

At least they won't
come looking for me.

Damn, girl.

That's Cray.

But sure, what the hell,

let's have some fun.

No, wait, what are you doing?

You shot up a 15-year-old
with heroin?

I had to give her
something for the pain.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Look,

I just did what she asked.

And then what happened?

Then she started
bitching and moaning,

saying she wanted
to run back home to Mama.

And I was like,
"Screw that," you know?

I'm 19 years old.

You're only 15, I'm not
getting hit with statutory.

Oh, no, that's done.
It's done.

I just wish we could
peg you for murder.

I told you, she's still alive.

She better be.

Because your buddy Ethan isn't.

What are you talking about?

He's dead, Oliver.

He got mugged on his way
across the Brooklyn Bridge,

trying to deliver
those pictures

to Mary's parents.

Oh, dude...

Sad, right?

Didn't get to keep
the drugs you sent him.

Of course, that's not
going to keep you

from racking up interstate
trafficking charges.

Believe me when I tell you,

it's in your best
interest to help us.

We're only going

Where is Mary Portico?

Mary?

Hey.

Can you help me?

That's why we're here.

Your parents are very
worried about you.

I'm sorry.

They were very mad at me, but...

I should have listened to
them instead of trusting him.

Is he here? If Oliver sees
me talking to you,

he's going to be really mad.

Now, don't worry.

It's okay.

He can't hurt you now.

Oh, that's good.

I think I'm lost.

No, sweetie, you've been found.

You got to be kidding me.

Welcome home, Yankee.

I thought your desk
could use some sprucing up.

The look on Mr. Portico's face
when he walked into Mary's

hospital room, that's going to
stay with me for a long time.

Feels nice to be able to

deliver good news
every once in a while.

Yeah.

This one hit close
to home, didn't it?

Well, I mean,
Ellie's a teenager,

just like Mary and Lord knows
we don't always see eye to eye.

But God, I would hate to think
one argument

could change so much.

Just got to keep the lines
of communication open and

give yourself a break every now

and then while you're at it.

You're a great mom, Jo.

She's lucky to have you.

Thanks, Mac.

Would you mind telling her that?

You go ahead
and laugh, you'll see.

Just wait till you and
Christine start plopping out

cute little blonde babies
into the world.

Slow down, Jo.

You don't fool me.

I've seen you two.

Oh, where did you go,
little girl?

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry we had to leave so soon.

It's all right.

You had to get Mary
on the first plane out.

How's she doing?

Oh, time will tell.

How are you?

Well, Ellie spent the night
with her friend Sammy

again while we rushed
off to San Francisco.

So who knows
what kind of trouble

she's gotten herself into.

Nothing you wouldn't have
gotten into, for sure.

Yeah, that's exactly
what worries me.

Well, she's a good kid.

Just like her mom.

I wish you could have stayed, Jo.

Please. All those blue
skies and sun tans?

Why would I want to
do a thing like that?

You tell me.

Maybe I will.

One of these days.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Let me see your hand.

You seriously think he's cute?

Jordan? Yeah.

He's pretty good looking
for a freshman.

But you should pace yourself.

They do get better with time.

You mean like Cade?

Ah...
you did notice.

No, 'cause that would be gross.

- But do you like him?
- Yeah, I think so.

Complicated, though, you know?

He lives there
and we live here.

We could move.

That's sweet, Ellie.
You mean you'd do that for me?

Sure, but you'd have to
buy me all new clothes.

We'll talk about it later.

- Do we have to?
- Nah.

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