All language subtitles for Killer.Among.Us.2021.web-dl-fgt

Nice moves.

You new here?

Yeah.

I can't really
afford lessons, though.

Oh no, no, no.
I don't work here.

I'm just a regular.
My name's Alisha.

Dia.

Let me give you a few tips.

Everyone needs a guidin' hand.

- Yeah, sure.
- Sometimes, right?

- Uh-huh.
- Right.

Okay.

All right. Wanna go
over your left jab?

Not really.

Kind of like the...
the Ray cross,

like Mike Tyson.

Okay. Well, let's work
on that jab first.

Okay.

It's the most important
punch in boxing.

Everything else
stems from there.

- All right.
- Okay.

Just, just hit your hand?

Yeah.
Let me see what you got.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can step into it.

Yup, step left.

Step left.

Step right.

Cross, cross, cross.

See, when you're jabbing,

you're finding your range.

But right now, you're just
extending your arm.

You gotta rotate
your body into it.

You gotta rotate your body.

Rotate into it.

Exactly, rotate into it.

Right. And keep
your right shoulder back.

Yeah, right there.

- Aha.
- Okay, let's do it again.

Let's go.

Yeah, chin down.

- Mm-hmm. Cross.
- Mm-hmm.

You got a good jab though.

Yeah.

- That was fun.
- Wow.

- Can we do it again?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

You know what,
hold on, I got somethin'.

Uh, you know what?
Actually, I just, um, realized

I had a couple of errands
that I needed to run.

But listen,
thank you so much.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

You got anything
that's gonna stick me?

Nah, just a needle

- in my pocket.
- Sir, turn over.

What?

Nice bust.
Let's share the collar.

Okay.

- Nice work, kid.
- Thank you, sir.

You think
you're a real cop now?

Parks, you file the paperwork?

I did.

You can go home.

Fucking, fucking,
fucking.

Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,
fuck yeah.

Be right back.

What the fuck are you doing?

Sorry, I was just
trying to make sure

you weren't gonna stiff me.

I shouldn't give you shit.

I did my job.

This is all you're worth.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Happy Fourth.
- Thanks, Jason.

- Hey!
- What'd you get?

This it?

Hmm-mm.

You couldn't swipe him,
or nothing?

That's all
he would give me.

Come on.
You're fuckin' cherry, girl.

We'll work it out.
All right?

What? How are we supposed
to fix with this?

We can split. All right?

I can't split with you.
I need a fix.

I need a fucking fix too
so I can work for us, all right?

Work it out.

Okay.

I'll be back in a minute.

Here.

Oh, nice,
nice, nice, nice.

Look, I want first.
I earned it.

All right.

Relax.

Let me see that.

Shit!

Shit.

Fuck!

You dumb bitch.

That was our setup
for the night.

I'll have to get more tar.

I'm so tired.

You wanna score or not?

Fuck.

Hey!

How are you guys doing tonight?

Hey, howz your night going?

Good. You working?

Depends. You payin'?

I know a good motel nearby.

No.

I want to keep it quick.

There's an alley
two blocks away.

Sure.

What do you want?

Hmmm?

You want a girlfriend?

A girlfriend?

Yeah, you know.

You, me, nothin' in between.

No rubber.

No.

I don't need a girlfriend.

Hey, Boo.

Hey, babe! What's your ETA?

Actually... I'm at the store.

What else do we need
for the night?

How about,
Jamaican Rum, Myers.

Uh, that's a hard no.

I'm gonna surprise you
with whiskey.

Well, what do you want?

You look familiar.

You live around here?

Why? You writin' a novel?

Hey. You...

You passed the alley.

Hey!

Hmm.
But you see me every night.

Yeah, but I want to go big

for our one-year anniversary.

I mean, when you say it
like that, who can resist?

Okay, babe,
I will see you soon.

Okay, see you soon.

Oh, no!

Thanks.

Keep it.

Hey!

Everything all right?

Oh yeah,
everything's fine.

She's just a little drunk.

Getting her home,
don't you worry.

Sir.

Sir!

Sir!

Back so soon?
You forget somethin'?

Let me see
your security tapes.

Uh, I don't know.

Okay, so you push this button
to play the video files.

And this one to toggle forward.

I... I think I can
handle it from here.

- Okay.
- Hmm-mm.

Just, uh, let me know
if you need anything.

Will do.

Okay.

Hey, babe. I'm sorry.

I just got caught up
in some, some work stuff.

- Work stuff?
- Hmm-mm.

Nothing serious, right?

No, I just, um...

something came up.

Let me, I will see you at home
in about an hour, so, okay?

Okay baby, see you soon.

Yeah.

I don't know why
you piss away money

on that garbage.

The girls don't even
show it all.

Most of the hottest
celebrities,

the ones you watch
the shitty TV shows for,

they're not gonna show it all.

They only do spreads
in the soft magazines.

And, best of all,

nobody can say shit
about this to Shelby.

Why wouldn't you
just read Playboy?

I can't bring Playboy
into the station.

Oh, sure you can.

What about the girls?

Girls in Playboy
wear clothes now.

Yeah, you didn't hear that?

What?

What's this fucking country
comin' to, huh?

You know, the real thing
about Playboy is just...

there's journalism in there.

You know, real journalism.

- All right.
- Vonnegut,

Roald Dahl,
Hunter S. Thompson.

Roald Dahl?

The kids' author?

Yeah.

What? He wrote for adults, too.

Like what?

Like what, I don't know.
That's not the point.

The point is, they're all there
to read in Playboy.

I can't believe
fucking Playboy bunnies

wear clothes now.

Uh-mmm...

I thought you were off duty?

Yeah, I just want
to run something by you.

Something suspicious that I saw.

Suspicious?

Yo, I'm angry.

I've had enough
of these people,

these Christian-hating scum.
These liberals,

they literally crawl out
from underneath rocks

with their boozy, weird,
green looking skin,

or Black, or White,
doesn't really matter.

Deep down,
it's what's inside,

and it's ugly, people.
It's ugly, America.

And that's when
he drove off with her.

Well, this really doesn't
necessarily mean so much, Parks.

It didn't feel right, sir.

It felt like she was being
forced into the vehicle.

Or maybe she was
just pulling trick.

All right. We'll file
a Missing Person's report,

but I wouldn't get
too worked up about it.

Someone can check it out
in the morning.

Somethin' like this, she could
be dead by the morning.

That neighborhood.

These street girls.

They're all NHI's.

These girls go missing,
nobody notices.

I notice.

I found a syringe in the drain.

It may have rolled out.

- May have?
- When I approached him.

Was she a working girl?

Yeah, I think so.

Well, alert the press;

a needle falls out
of a hooker's ass.

Probably a pimp guidin' her
back to the car.

Can we at least have
the syringe analyzed?

Well, we can have
the syringe analyzed.

Sure, why not?

We'll have someone
analyze the syringe.

I spoke to the store owner.

Security footage.

Oh, really!

Really.

All right.
We'll bring this to Shelby.

And we will
check out the syringe.

Pizzagate is real, America.

Wake up!
Wake up, sheepeople!

It's real.

They are literally abducting
children off the street.

It's gotta be investigated.

So, he took off, and, um,
I found this on the sidewalk.

And then I got the video.

Officer,
this doesn't look like

a department issue
evidence bag.

Sorry, Captain,
it's what the deli had.

So you got a needle.

And a video, sir.

Let me see it.

She's loaded.

File a missing person.

Corbucci, you and I need to
talk alone for a second,

about protocol
and chain of command.

Officer Parks, wait outside.

This is what you got?
You got a needle in a baggie.

You're gonna bring this rookie
in here and present this

like I'm supposed to do
something with it?

She witnessed it, sir.

Well, if she saw
what we just saw on that video,

we're gonna need more than that.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Hey, Parks.

Maybe you should do some
diggin' on who that girl is.

On your own.

- Yeah, it's good to know.
- I'll check the license plate.

- All right?
- Uh, Sarge...

what's an NHI?

Don't worry about that.

Shhh. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Don't scream,
don't scream.

Okay? Atta girl.

What do you want?

You wanna how many times
I've done this?

Hmmm?

One... two...

three...

four...

five.

Five!

Help!

Help! Somebody!

Help me!

Help! Help!

Someone help! Somebody,
please help! No!

Help!
Please help me!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

No! No!

Help!

Yeah.

He said
I'd find you here.

Who?

Jason.
Your friend at the motel?

I don't know who that is.

You don't know who that is.

Okay, well, he said you and
this girl hang out together?

I'm trying to help her.

She got into a guy's car.

I don't think she wanted
to be in that car.

Do you understand
what I'm sayin'?

I'm not after you.
Do you know her or not?

Do the right thing
and help me help her.

How about I buy you dinner,
and we talk, hmm?

Okay.

Look, let me go.

I-I'll act
like it never happened

and I won't tell anyone,
I swear.

Let me guess.

You're the victim, hmm.

Always innocent.

Always tormented...
by a rigged system.

And tell me,
you chose to get in the car...

so all this, is it not
by your own choosing?

I'm sorry if I...

Don't interrupt me!

That's rude.

You sell your body
on the fucking street.

You turned yourself
into a junkie.

You could have had an education.
You could have had a life.

And instead, you decided
to be a parasite.

You know, you women,
you choose to be unwanted...

Hmm. We approach.

And you choose.

You forfeited your choice.

Now I choose.

Now I have the power.

Oh fuck! God!

Usually, she works the alley
between Maple and Elm.

Unless the trick paid, and they
went to that motel on Willow.

The clerk, he kicks us a piece
for bringing guys there.

He left that little detail out.

So tell me, what's her name?

Ricki, Ricki Fennel.

I know her maybe like
three months.

She was 16.

Molly. That was her D.O.C.
for a while,

until she tried Skag.

Once you try that...

nothing else matters.

It's like... all you
care about is getting it,

and so you don't
have to care again.

Is there anything else?

Uh, she hated school work.

She said that the words
got all jumbled in her head.

Dyslexia.

All right, thank you.

Um... do you think
this is connected

with those other missing girls?

Other missing girls?

- Corbucci.
- Sarge,

I got a name.

Ricki Fennel, and get this.
She's a junior in high school.

I think I got us a case here.

Well, bingo.

She's just a kid.

Dropped out of high school,
ran away from home.

I checked out
the license plate,

and it's a dead-end.

Suspects don't match.

Owner's a Black guy in his 60s.

Can you check
the footage again?

I think we missed something.

I was told
there have been multiple girls,

matching Ricki's description
going missing.

Parks, the track suit,
the multi-tool, the gloves.

He's done this before.

Get back here. We'll bring this
to Shelby again.

Copy.

You shouldn't have done that.

You know what that is?

It's a police scanner.

That means that no one's
ever gonna find you.

It means that no one...

no one found her...

no one's found her...

no one found her...

no one... found her...

and no one's
ever gonna find you.

I'm gonna enjoy killing you.

Nice work, Parks.

So, this girl, Ricki Fennel,
is a minor.

That's something.

Um... let's get
an Amber Alert out.

Who else is available?

Sir, with the holiday,
we're a little short on men.

I think Parks should do a deep
dive on similar missing persons.

Anyone fitting the same
description as our girl.

I'll give her temporary
clearance, for tonight.

So it's up to you two.

Thank you, sir. I'm ready.

We'll see.

Okay, but wait. Don't I need
access to do case research?

You can use my password.

The number four, Sara and Jimmy.

No "h" in Sara.

Your kids?

Yup.

What are you still doin' here?

Whoa! You're working
that missing girl case?

Yeah. You wanna help?

Lookout, America.
She's on the case.

You know, I'd like
to help you out,

but my shift ends
five minutes from now.

Come on.

She'll still be missin'
in the mornin'.

Go the fuck home, Steve.

Have a good night, hero.

Who... are you?

You're a student...
at Rivendell High?

Yeah.

How old are you?

How old are you?

Sixteen.

You're sixteen.

She's six-sixteen.

Wait, wait,
please don't do that.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Please, I couldn't
stay in school.

No one cares about
a girl like me?

Please don't...

don't, just listen.

I feel like if we think...

if we just think... we can
get out of this together.

Please, please.

Please.

Hey, I found the mom.

No surprises.
Single parent.

You know, tough life.

You want to talk
to the mom with me?

Sure, yeah.

Bring her into the station.

Please advise, there's a 902

on watch from [indistinct]
Boulevard, unknown number of...

Shit.

Shit.

So, where we at?

Nothing yet.

You know, these traffic cameras
are usually used

to nail people
who run red lights.

But in a situation like this,
we use them to track a suspect.

I know that, Lou.

The problem is that
every area is different,

so we have to
go through 'em all.

Oh! Whoa, whoa!

What's that?

- Yeah, you think that's the car?
- That is it.

So what do you think?
Is he in that garage?

There's only one way
to find out.

Yeah.

Let's go.

I looked up NHI.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. No human involved?

It started in the LAPD,
all those years,

they "weren't looking"
for The Grim Sleeper.

I know.

You know?

Hmm-mm.

Let me...
let me ask you a question.

If I looked like Ricki,
if I dressed like her,

would you be able
to tell the difference?

Is that...
how you see these women?

Of course not, Alisha.

No human involved.

That cops' slang
for dead, black hookers?

Because these girls,
they need us more than anybody.

You know, we won't follow

these lemmings
blindly off a cliff.

They try and do
false flag events

with their crisis actors,
telling everyone what to do.

But we won't fall for it.

We know better.
We've always known better.

They can try and pass laws or...

He never took off those gloves.

Well, at least we know
he left in a different car

than he came in.

We can figure out
who left the garage

in the traffic cam. Right?

Okay, there's nothing to do
but, go ahead.

How many cars left
in that window of time?

Over
50 licenses in a half-hour.

Shit. We'll never
get through that many.

Can you see if
we have any matches on our guy?

Copy that. By the way, Officer,

girl's mother will be
arriving at the station

in about 15.

Copy.

Can I get you, hon?

A cranberry...
no, no, no, no.

Whiskey straight up.

Whiskey.

Hey, baby.

- Hi!
- How's your night going?

Better.

Thank you.

You free?

Nothing's free,
but... I'm available.

You want a private room?

Hell ya.

Hmmm.

Bring the bottle.

Be on the lookout

- for a man in a black hoodie...
- Somebody help please.

I don't feel good.
Help, please.

Please advise 91,

the store on the corner
of Nine and Sullivan.

Ms. Fennel, we want
to thank you for coming in.

I'm Sgt. Louis Corbucci.

This is Alisha Parks.

We just wanna ask you
a few questions

about your daughter, Ricki.

What did she do?

I haven't seen that girl
in six months.

Ma'am, we have reason
to be concerned about her.

Is she okay?

We believe
she's been kidnapped.

Yup, uh, but we don't
know that for sure.

Any information you have
could save her life.

Oh god!

Uh, um, I haven't seen her
in six months.

I don't know anything.
Is she all right?

We're doing everything
we can to find her.

Please!
She's my little girl.

You have to bring her back.

I promise we are
gonna bring her back.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fennel, we're gonna...

we're gonna send
a counselor in here.

Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

Don't look back.

You fucked up.

We don't make promises.

That woman was hurtin' Sarge.
What was I supposed to say?

We don't say that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Sarge...
- What?

A guy in a track suit

last seen with
at least one little girl.

Lisa Andrews.

You know anything else
about her?

No, just right there,
that's all I got.

Let me try and get a little bit
more information on her, Alisha.

I'm glad you're here tonight.

I know.

Holidays are weird.

I wasn't even supposed
to be here tonight,

but I owed Michelle a favor.

You know, I...
I love seeing you.

You just like the way
I rile you up.

Actually... ,
I like the way you calm me down.

You know, I'm planning...
on going away.

Yeah?

Would you come with me?

Where are we going, baby?

Uh, well...
I was thinking... Costa Rica.

Costa Rica.

Hmmm.

Why not Brazil?

Yeah?

I've been saving up
for a trip with my boyfr...

With your... with your who?

My friend.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I think...

I feel like...

you see me
for who I really am.

Sweetheart...

can I give you some advice?

These places,
they're like cotton candy.

A little, on occasion,
is fine,

but too much
and they'll rot your teeth.

Yeah.

Do you have any, uh...
do you have any oxy?

I don't.

I think Claire has
some coke in her locker.

Meet me out back?

Yeah.

Hey, Sarge, I was just
trying to help the mom.

Smoke?

I'm serious.

You know, three weeks
after I made detective,

I got my first big case.

Her name was Katie.

Cute little girl,
big buck tooth smile.

She was playin' foursquare
with this neighbor kid.

This guy comes up to them
with two frosties,

chocolate and strawberry.

What kid doesn't like
ice cream, right?

Anyway, this kid,
this neighbor kid,

this lucky fucking kid,

he says no
because he's diabetic.

He doesn't eat ice cream.

Anyway, so I... you know,
I ask around.

You know, some people,
they swear they saw his face,

but then, I get
a-a mixed eyewitness.

But what I did get
was average, you know,

average height, average weight.
Average, average...

You know, it coulda been
anybody. It coulda been nobody.

But the mom...

this little girl's mom,
I promised her.

See, I promised her
that I'd find her little girl.

And Alisha,
I was a man of my word.

Then weeks go by,
months go by.

And I'm following
every lead that I can,

even the fucking whack-job
leads from the tip line,

I'm following those.

Now my girlfriend leaves me,
and I'm better off without her.

But I didn't know that then.

It wasn't that I wanted...

didn't want to solve that case,
but when a case gets that cold,

and the leads run
that dry, then...

Let's just put it this way,
you know,

I don't make promises anymore.

I'm sorry.

But guys like that,
and guys like your guy...

you listen to me.

Because they wait...
and they wait and they wait.

Then they strike.

I could've stopped him.

No, you couldn't have.

I could've stopped him.

And you know what?
When you make detective,

I'm your reference.

Hey, I got your stuff.

Can I get a hit of that, too?

Woo!

Who're you taking to Rio?

Don't worry about it.

Hey, let's, uh, do some more.

Have you ever had...
feelings for a customer?

Early on, but...

No, no... no.

I said "no",
you fucking weirdo.

I'm not a fucking weirdo.

Fucking weirdo...

Cold, but still good.

No, I'm good.

Try it.

You havin' any luck with
those drivers' licenses?

I don't know.
It's hard to say.

Can't we just go
after all of them?

Not enough men.
Not enough time.

You know, the truth is,

our time is probably up.

That's cheery.

Yeah.

I think I'm gonna call it.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Tomorrow's today.

Then I guess I'll
see you guys later today.

Fuck!

Fuck!

This is an Amber Alert

for Rachelle Fennel,
answering to Ricki.

I repeat, this is an Amber
Alert for Rachelle Fennel,

answering to Ricki.

Ricki's five foot two,
120 pounds.

Sixteen years old...

African American female,

last seen wearing a yellow gray
camouflage dress on Elm Street..

That's Rachelle Fennel,
answering to Ricki.

Prime suspect
is a white male...

Shit!

Julia acted tough,
but really,

she was just
such a sweetie, you know.

Everybody loved her.

And poor Anthony. Wha-what's
going to happen to him?

Social Services
will take care of him.

There's nothing else
you remember about the guy,

the suspect?

Like I'd seen him.

He always paid cash.
He was weird.

Most of our guys are, right?

'Cause we're a little bit more,
like, I mean,

we get a, we get
the different guys.

Thank you.

Thanks.

So we got a sex worker
killed with a short blade

from a switch knife.

No, I think it's a multi-tool.

This is our guy.

Yeah, but our guy,
he-he-he's thorough.

He's meticulous.

This-this seems so sloppy.

Yeah, he's changing
his own rules.

Let's go back to the station.

I know that we're
missing something.

Yeah.

Go ahead, answer it.

I can't talk right now.

You could've
told me that earlier.

I've been sittin' here
all night.

I'm in the middle
of a case right now.

I can't talk.

Look, I really value
communication, but I feel...

Look, I'm sorry
I missed our dinner.

Let's talk tomorrow.

Okay.

Pissed you're
blowin' him off, huh?

...wrap up their first series

victory at the end of June.

The youngsters get a chance
to sign an autograph

before today's ballgame...

Where's the cleaning supplies?

Back corner.

I'll take a packet of cigs
and, uh...

two bottles of whiskey.

Yeah.

You read this filth?

Who are you, my mother?

How do you fuckin'
look at yourself in the mirror?

It's a free country still.

These girls are barely 18.

Forty-eight fifty.

Here's Joe Panik.

He's over one...

You celebratin' alone tonight?

Hey, that's okay.
Not everybody has friends.

Splinter in the dirt.

Ninety-two on that one,
could not get [indistinct].

The syringe.

Huh?

I want to know where
that needle came from.

Not just its contents.

Let's have the syringe analyzed.

Uh... why don't we
just call it an even 50.

Right?

You're not going to check it?

No, I'll make it work.
And sorry about before.

You're totally right, I really
shouldn't read this shit.

Fuckin depraved.

Yeah.

It is.

- O-kay.
- Fuck!

Whoa, whoa!
No, wait, wait, wait.

Second pitch on its way.

It's a ground ball.

He really can't get a read

from gunthrie...

He's been all over the place.
With one today,

he'll have to take the series
to San Francisco...

Then you go on
to the next series.

And keep that momentum going.

Bingo!

We've got him, Parks.

You were right.

It is a school-issued syringe
from a science class,

not a medical standard.

And... one of our drivers

is a high school science
teacher at Rivendell.

Wait! Where Ricki's a student?

Could be a coincidence,
could not.

But we're goin' anyway.

Now... now he lives
in an apartment, right,

in-in-in a shitty part of town.

No, he's not doing this
from an apartment.

He needs a place nice and quiet.

Yeah, you're right again,
Parks.

But, you know,
he owns a piece of land

in Linkin Woods.
Real secluded.

We are gonna save this one.

Suspect sighted at

101 Parliament Road.

Sending officers now
to apprehend the suspect.

That's less than a mile
away from Linkin Woods.

We have to get there first.

Hi!

It's a police scanner.
You can only listen.

[indistinct]

to Linkin Woods,
for suspect Vince Luscombe,

sending a helicopter there
immediately.

Copy that.
We're in hot pursuit.

En route to location.

We'll be first on scene.

Send back-up and SWAT.

Listen...

Some things in...

some things in life...

they don't always seem good
when they're happening but...

You know, take you and me,
for instance.

Could be a blessing in disguise.

That's what this is...

Here, take this.

You first.

Trust me, you'll need it.

Hmm-mm.

Please just let me go.

I promise...
that's what I'm gonna do.

Why?

Now they're gonna show you
mugshots and sketches and...

and video surveillance.

You won't be able to confirm
anything, that's the idea.

And then, we'll both...
look back on this

and we'll thank each other.
Hmm? Hmm.

Well... it's a start.

I can't fucking see.

- Oh, my eyes!
- My eyes!

My eyes! I can't...
I can't see.

Shhh.

Shh.

I said, I'm gonna let you go,
but you have to calm down, okay.

Come on!

What's going on?

We're receiving fire.

Bring it up.

Please let me go.

Please.

They're here.

Help, help.

I'll fucking take [indistinct],
all right?

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Parks!

Get back.

Sgt. Corbucci, stand down.

SWAT's on the way.
Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen!

Shit.

All right, ready?

Again?

Help, help, somebody help me.

- She's still alive.
- Shit!

Gun is on the
ground!

Somebody, please help!

He's hunkered down in a cabin
with a hostage.

We need backup now.

Woo!

Ah!

They'll be here soon enough.

Soon isn't soon enough.
And you know that.

Fuck you.

All right. All right.

We're gonna wait 15 minutes,
five minutes. We're gonna...

We don't have 15 minutes.

- We don't have five minutes.
- Yes, we do!

Bah!

Fuck, yes!

We will stand down
and wait for backup.

Guy's got a fuckin'
arsenal in there.

Captain, we're in position
but we're pinned.

This guy has bombs scattered
all throughout his property.

We can't just wait.
We have to go in there.

Parks, no,
we have to wait for backup.

There's no time.

You do what you're told.

We have to go.

She is not worth it.

I'm goin' in there.

I said I'm goin' in there.

Parks...

Oh, God!

I'm gonna kill you.

Parks!

Parks, get back here!

SWAT, follow the white rocks!

It's the pathways
around the mines.

Oh my God, I hate school.

Shit, I can't be late
for Spanish.

We already speak Spanish.

Exactly. Easy A. Bye.

Bye.

Don't forget to give
me back my geometry book.

I got you.

You're good.

Shit.

What's going on?

I just... dropped my books.

What House are you in?

Cooper, sir.

What are you doing over here?

Just getting a book.

- Is everything all right?
- Yeah.

I'm just gettin' over something.

Yeah, uh, come, come here.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Ricki.

Ricki.

You know where
the nurse's office is?

Yeah.

Head straight there, okay.

Thanks.