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Kamal...
The Pony Tail /
Dinner Invitation /
Code Word /
Interview Dinner /
Peace Offering
Jan... Witness / Blackmail / Dead Right There / Jan's Specialty Jersey... SpyHard? The Corps... The Candidate |
Kamal |
[ Scene - The Pony Tail ] [3:10] (chatter beeping) Kamal: Dammit! Hiro: That's like the seventh time today you've refused to answer your chatter. I'd say it was your mother... Kamal: My mother is 42 light years away. Hiro: ...except you'd never dare not answer your mother. Bill collectors, perhaps, or immigration? Kamal: Dammit! Hiro: Or you've been breaking hearts in the nursing dorms, haven't you? (walking to the window) If I look out the window here, I bet I see like four of them, standing outside in short skirts and those cute little caps, just waiting. Kamal: You need a girlfriend. Hiro: We both need girlfriends. [3:34] (chatter beeping) Kamal: It's not a girlfriend at the other end of that chatter, it's a gangster. Hiro: Good looking gangster? Kamal: Pony tail. Hiro: This is what I'm saying, you're in no position to be picky. Kamal: I was ghosting his chatter and I sort of let him notice. Hiro: You did what? You were showing off. Kamal: Yeah. Hiro: For a girl. Kamal: Yeah. Hiro: For the arrangement. Kamal: I wish you wouldn't call her that, her name is Sophia. Hiro: Hmmph, her name is trouble. Kamal: What do you mean? (knocking) Hiro: Did I forget to mention that a good looking guy with a pony tail was coming up to the apartment? (knocking) Kamal: Oh no. [ Scene - Dinner Invitation ] [3:15] Kamal: Freelance? Aiden: Free as in paid, dude. As in, I would pay you money to use your powers for good instead of-- Kamal: Spying on you? Aiden: That. Kamal: I don't think... it would be a good idea to work for you. Aiden: Oh, you mean because of Sophia? Sophie and I worked things out. Where's my damn chatter? (chatter beeps on) Aiden: Soph, you want to talk to Kamal? Sophia: (on chatter) Hi, Kamal. Aiden's a bastard. Kamal: Pardon me? Sophia: (on chatter) (laughs) But he's my bastard. Kamal: That's good. Aiden: [3:8] Thanks Soph. (chatter beeps off) Aiden: See? Kamal: Yeah. Aiden: You're underestimating her. Kamal: What? Aiden: You talked to her in the last couple of days. Kamal: A little. Aiden: She told you about the bracelet. Kamal: Um... Aiden: You think I bought her off? Kamal: It's an expensive bracelet! Aiden: If you think she's a whore, then-- Kamal: Don't say it. Aiden: If I had given her that before we made up, Sophie would have run me through with a butcher knife. Kamal: Good... I mean... Aiden: You didn't want to be disappointed. Kamal: I'm not. Aiden: I'm a good judge of people, Kamal, you're not. Kamal: You shouldn't assume anything about me. Aiden: You think I'm stupid. I'm friendly, I smile a lot. That's not what you respect, ok. Kamal: Respect? I don't think this has anything to do-- Aiden: Ah, not true, you think all the time ... So, think about the freelance thing. Maybe come by for dinner tomorrow, Sophia's cooking. 6-ish? Kamal: I don't think that would be such a good id-- Aiden: Look at it this way, going to a job interview is not accepting a job. It's an interview, dinner, ok? [ Scene - Code Word ] [3:6] Kamal: What does she see in him? Hiro: The pony tail, girls like hair. Kamal: He nearly called her a-- you heard what he said! Hiro: You think I was standing in my bedroom, with my ear pressed against the door eavesdropping? Kamal: You weren't? Hiro: Actually, I was, but it was really hard to hear. Kamal: He's so ... cocky. Hiro: Funny choice of words. Maybe its the jewelry? You can tell she's used to money. Kamal: I'll need a panic button. A backup. Hiro: He can keep her in the style to which she is accustomed. What do you mean a panic button? You're not going over there? Kamal: I'll set up a program, some...some kind of dead man switch. Hiro: Oh no, I don't want any part of this. ,?=linkto("set3#21: ", "code_word")?> I'm not trusting the hands and body of a future surgeon to the tender ministrations of a pissed off boyfriend. Kamal: You won't even have to go inside. Hiro: Good. Kamal: Unless... Hiro: No. Kamal: ...I can't get to my chatter. You can be a couple blocks away, ghosting me. Hiro: Are you even listening to me? I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Involved. Kamal: We'll need a code word. I'll say... the twelve cranial nerves. Hiro: The twelve cranial nerves? Kamal: Its not likely to come up in conversation. Hiro: Did you hear me say no? I said no. Kamal: Except the cops need to come where I am. Ok, I've got it. Hiro: Kamal, you're not listening. Kamal: What? [ Scene - Interview Dinner ] [3:3] Aiden: I'm going to check on Sophie in the kitchen. Let me get you another beer, dude. Be right back. (walks away) Kamal: (whispering) You there? Hiro: (on chatter) I'm here, *dude*. Its raining, I'm getting wet. Kamal: (whispering) So, cranial nerves, you hit the buttons. Hiro: Blue, then red. Kamal: (whispering) Yeah, blue, then red...I think, yes. Aiden: (walking back) Good to have you over, good for Soph, someone from home. Kamal: Thank you, its nice to be invited. Aiden: Dinner was good, huh? She's a good cook. Kamal: Very good. The kafta were maybe the best I've ever had. Aiden: Which was that? Kamal: The lamb meatballs. Aiden: Oh yeah, I like those ... home cooking. So, your parents are trying to get here? Kamal: [3:19] They've applied, but they don't have any reason to be bumped in priority. So we're thinking when I get through with school and all that, I'll get permanent residency. Aiden: How far away is that? Kamal: At least a couple of years. Aiden: Hmm, that's a long time - a couple of years. So there's the freaking rub. Have you thought about bringing them in on a visitor's visa? Kamal: I was denied. Aiden: Lots of people trying to get here these days. Kamal: Sophia said her brother was coming. You... got him papers? Aiden: Yeah, he's inbound. Her mother won't leave Coral, though. Kamal: So, maybe there's a way you could help my parents? Aiden: It's nice to have you come over. That freelancing thing I mentioned? It would be great. You'd be coming around, Soph would have someone from home to talk to. Could you do something like set up a chatter account? Kamal: [3:12] A chatter account? I...I could set one up, but you don't need me to do that kind of thing. Aiden: Maybe try it now. Set me up a chatter account for Bakri Omari-Muengue. You need me to spell that? Kamal: What's his government number? Aiden: If Bakri could get a government number, Kamal, what would I need to pay you for? Kamal: Alright, but this isn't about money, its about my family. Aiden: Bringing your parents to earth? We could talk about that. Kamal: I just want it clear, if I work for you, you'll see about getting my family here? Aiden: Kamal, that's what I do. Kamal: [3:23] Okay, I can find an unclaimed address and set up a shell. From the outside it will be just like a regular account. Aiden: What time is it, anyway? Kamal: Ok, this will just take a sec. I have to build a filter to find an unclaimed address. (banging on the door) Aiden: Yeah? Officer: Berkeley police. Aiden: What did you freaking do? (banging on the door) Officer: Open up, Berkeley police. Kamal: I didn't do anything! Aiden: The Berkeley cops use their shock sticks, you know. (opening door) Aiden: [3:17] Officer, what can I do for you on this drizzly evening? Officer: You with the chatter, hands off it. Are you the resident-- Hands off the chatter! Put them on your head. On your head. Who's apartment is this? Aiden: I live here. Officer: Your name? Aiden: Aiden Maki. Officer: Can I see your ID? Aiden: Sure, what seems to be the problem? Officer: We got a trace on the chatter for a possible CP fraud. Sir, do you want to tell me just exactly what you were doing? Kamal: Um, I was... I was looking up a friend's address. Officer: I'm sorry I will have to confiscate that chatter. Aiden: Don't you have to have some sort of warrant? Kamal: (whispering) Oh god, olfactory, optic, oculomotor, trigeminal... Aiden: Officer, my friend is just looking up an address. Hiro: (on chatter) What? Oh, oh right, that's me. Officer: [3:26] I will deal with you in a moment, Mr. Maki, and I will need to see some ID. Kamal: (whispering) Red, red, red, red, red! (louder) Those are really great *red*, red curtains, Aiden. Hiro: I thought it was blue? Kamal: (whispering) Red! Hiro: Ok. Aiden: My friend is very passionate about interior decoration. Officer: I'm going to have to confiscate that chatter. (chatter on, radio mumbling) Copy that, repeat address please. (radio mumbling) Jeezus Christ, I'm on my way. (chatter off) You're a lucky bastard, I've got a priority one, I've got to go. (walking away) Aiden: You have to go? Officer: Officer Under Fire about a block and a half from here. Aiden: (disappointed) That's it? Officer: (to chatter) Unit 216 responding to backup, I'm less than two blocks ...(closes door) Hiro: [3:31] (on chatter) Kamal, what's going on? Aiden: That was weird...and convenient. Kamal: (emphasizing) Yes, um, much more convenient than if you were to suddenly drop your chatter down a sewer. Aiden: What? Hiro: (on chatter) What? Kamal: (emphasizing) Yes, if you were to lose your chatter. Aiden: What? Hiro: What? Kamal: For god's sake, you moron, smash the damn chatter with a brick and get the hell out of there. Hiro: Do what? Oh, the blue button. Only you didn't let me hit the blue button, you made me hit the red one. And that means... I hate you. (chatter off) Aiden: You had someone ghosting you. You pulled some hacker stunt to get that cop out of here. Kamal: Not me. Some other dog that looks just like me. Aiden: [3:24] You were afraid. You were thinking I might be the kind of guy who would hold a grudge. Say, break your fingers, each one, with a tack hammer. Kamal, I am so not that guy. Kamal: (walking away) I've gotta go. I've gotta check on my friend. Aiden: No, stay, we'll talk. Kamal: For some reason, its never Plan A. No, I got my friend in a world of trouble, I've gotta go. (door opens) Tell Sophia thanks for dinner. [ Scene - Peace Offering ] [3:29] (door opens) Kamal: Hiro? Hiroyuki are you home? Hiro: You bastard. Kamal: Thank god you're home. You're ok? They didn't pick you up? Hiro: I'm ok, no thanks to you and half the Berkeley police department. Kamal: I didn't plan it that way. Hiro: I smashed the chatter, threw it down a sewer grate, and then it started raining cops. Cops in cars, cops on foot, cops dropping out of camo'd helios, cops every-damn-where. Kamal: Sophia sent leftovers. Hiro: And now I don't have a chatter. Kamal: I know. I'm going to give you mine. Hiro: I don't want your chatter, all my stuff was on mine. [3:2] My address book, my schedule, my debit account, every damn thing! Kamal: Mine is cooler than yours. Hiro: You just couldn't let me hit that blue button, could you? Kamal: That would have pushed the 'Officer Under Fire' alert to my chatter, which was Plan A for if Aiden tried to, you know ... Hiro: Pull out your lungs? Kamal: Don't sound so eager ... but as it turned out, I needed the cop to go away. Hiro: Away meaning to me, and cop meaning every armed officer within 50 city blocks, all because I hit the *red* button. Kamal: The 'Officer Under Fire' alert? Hiro: While it was still on my chatter. Kamal: Yeah, but Sophie sent leftovers. Hiro: Leftovers? Kamal: Yeah, she made marties, little stuffed appetizers, and spiced lamb meatballs, with real meat, with almond rice and milk pudding ... So, are we ok? Hiro: Dude! (talking with his mouth full) |
Janissary |
[ Scene - Witness ] [3:7] Jan: Hey, Marta, whatcha got today? Marta: I got pigeon and the special. Jan: What's the special? Marta: I'd stick with the pigeon. Jan: (giggles) Maybe later. Marta: Mmm hmm, maybe later when I'm not looking, you mean? Jan: (laughing) Hey, hey, I was a kid, jeez, let it go. Marta: (as Jan walks away) (laughs) Hey, you tell that good looking daddy of yours 'Hey' for me, ok? (someone driving up) 'Stupid Cop': Hey, Janissary. Jan: (warily) Officer. 'Stupid Cop': [3:16] Does your dad know you're cutting the sleeves off his old shirts? Jan: (mockingly) Everybody loves a girl in uniform. 'Stupid Cop': Listen, Jan, I need your help. Jan: Well, I'd crop that blue shirt of yours, flash a little skin. A little detailing in your holster wouldn't hurt either. Accessorize, that's the key. 'Stupid Cop': Get in the car, Jan. Jan: I can't do anything for you. 'Stupid Cop': Oh, I think you can. Let's take a ride so I can explain things. Jan: You can explain things right here. 'Stupid Cop': Ok. You ever want to be a cop? Jan: (sarcastic) Oh yeah, its all I think about. 'Stupid Cop': [3:18] There's so many sons of bitches in the world, Jan, being a cop is a frustrating job. Jan: Hmmm, you look frustrated 'Stupid Cop': If I got too frustrated, I might have to redirect my attention to that fire last week. The one that destroyed all your test samples. Jan: Hey, I didn't do anything. 'Stupid Cop': *You* didn't. Jan: But... Why would he...? 'Stupid Cop': You are going to help me, Jan, but I want you to know why. Take a look at this vid tonight. Jan: What is it? 'Stupid Cop': Take a look. My chatter number's on the case. Call me when you're done, then I'll tell you what you're gonna do. [ Scene - Blackmail ] [3:5] (video playing of a woman being beaten/tortured/raped?) (chatter beeps on) 'Stupid Cop': (on chatter) Yeah? Jan: What do you want me to do? 'Stupid Cop': [3:28] You watch it? Jan: What do you want? 'Stupid Cop': At 8:30 tomorrow night, you need to be at the southwest corner of 4th, downtown, under the big Spaceways vacation sign. Jan: What do I do? 'Stupid Cop': Just be on time, we'll take it from there. Jan: And what's going to happen? 'Stupid Cop': Well, I'm not going to get an arson warrant for your dad. Jan: And? 'Stupid Cop': Don't be late. (knocking) Jan: Yeah (chatter beeps off) [3:11] (door opening) James J: Hey, Dwayne dropped by again. Jan: Yeah, I know, I was just... Aren't you supposed to menace guys so they won't hit on me? James J: You can take care of yourself. Jan: I say that a lot, don't I? James J: Yeah. Hey, what's on your mind? Jan: Just... nothing, Dad. James J: Real nothing or code nothing? Jan: Well, you never talk about your unit. James J: My, my what? Jan: Most demobs, they talk about their unit. They brag, they have buddies over, and bitch about the officers they hated, and lie about their kills. James J: That was a long time ago. Jan: Didn't you like them? James J: I served with the best, Jan, the best. Jan: Then why don't you ever talk-- James J: Do you want me to be one of those sorry, old bastards that sit around the apartment all day drinking beer and reminiscing about the good old days? Jan: Yeah, sometimes. James J: Duly noted. (chuckles) [ Scene - Dead Right There ] [3:1] 'Stupid Cop': Sir, I'm going to need to search your vehicle. DRT: Excuse me? 'Stupid Cop': Step out of the car please, and keep your hands where I can see them. DRT: What did I do? 'Stupid Cop': Step out of the car, sir, now. DRT: What is this? Officer, I just left work. Come on, I haven't had time to do anything illegal. 'Stupid Cop': (drawing weapon) I'm going to have to ask you to step out-- DRT: Hey, what the hell are you doing? 'Stupid Cop': Drop the weapon!! (gunshots) Jan: [3:33] (horrified) Oh my god! 'Stupid Cop': Step back, keep away from this vehicle. (people running) 'Stupid Cop': He had a weapon. You, miss, you were standing right there. You saw he drew a weapon. Right? Jan: (slowly) Right. [3:22] (chatter beeps on) 'Stupid Cop': This is Fox-977, requesting an ambulance, this location. One citizen. (radio mumbling) 'Stupid Cop': No, I'm ok, send uniforms for crowd control though. (radio mumbling) 'Stupid Cop': Just a traffic stop, he drew a weapon. (radio mumbling) 'Stupid Cop': Yeah, we'll need the scene team, but you can tell the ambulance crew their client is DRT. (radio mumbling) (chatter beeps off) 'Stupid Cop': Miss, don't go anywhere. We'll need you to give a statement on a lie detector about what you saw. All standard procedure. Jan: (in disbelief) You just-- 'Stupid Cop': Name? Jan: You know my... Janissary James. 'Stupid Cop': [3:13] We'll get you home as soon as we've taken a statement, Miss James. Jan: Can I ask you a question, Officer? 'Stupid Cop': Step over here, Miss James. Jan: What does DRT stand for? 'Stupid Cop': (opens car door) Watch your head. It means 'Dead Right There'. (closes car door) (car engine starting) [ Scene - Jan's Specialty ] [3:35] Jan: So what now? Every guy you know who beats his girlfriend, you're just going to face-hole him and blackmail somebody into backing you up? 'Stupid Cop': Not just anyone, a civilian witness who can pass the lie detector. The coroner's inquest is going to eat that up. Jan: Wow, serve and protect. 'Stupid Cop': Last week, when I had your hand on the PQI and you sat there cool as a creamsicle and lied your pretty ass off, and the machine was too stupid to tell, I just wanted to lean across the desk and slap you... Jan: Well, now I know something. Are you going to pull me over in a couple of weeks and pop me too? 'Stupid Cop': [3:25] ...and a couple of days later, I figured out you were the answer to a prayer. Jan: (angrily) You can't... you can't just kill people. It can't be that easy. 'Stupid Cop': Cool out, Janissary James, you didn't kill anybody. I did. Jan: You made me part of it. 'Stupid Cop': That vid you screened. That was my buddy's daughter. If that was you, what do you think your father would have done? Jan: Leave my dad out of this. 'Stupid Cop': Too late, Jan. Sometime when you were a baby, somebody stuck you with a needle and shot you full of miracles. Smart, fast, strong, never get sick, never get drunk, don't need much sleep... Jan: (in disbelief) How do you know? 'Stupid Cop': And what did you do? [3:30] Shoplifting. Play high school goddess for the tormented geeks in your neighborhood. Jan: Oh, I, I guess I should have been out on the streets murdering bad guys, huh? Strangling jaywalkers on my way home from school? 'Stupid Cop': When I was your age, I pulled strings so I could join up a year early. Wanted to help save humankind. So you're about the last person on the planet I need a civics lecture from. Jan: Well, you sure as hell need one from somebody. 'Stupid Cop': What I needed was an asset to solve a problem. You were just dumb enough to make yourself available. Jan: (sniffs) Look, you just made me help you murder someone. Could you just be a little bit nice to me? 'Stupid Cop': Yeah. Ok. |
Jersey |
[ Scene - SpyHard? ] [3:20] Jersey: Wait, hang on, this bit is great! (jazzy) My dad loves this stuff. He says ... Well, he's away a lot, like, years at a time, it drives him crazy. He says this stuff reminds him of what he's fighting for. Durga: I don't understand. Jersey: That he can connect. He can listen to this stuff and imagine the people who made it. They cared about the same things we do: making a buck, finding a girl, rooting for the home team. These old guys, they really knew people. They knew the human heart, that's what my dad says. Durga: Why are you telling me this? Jersey: It's a long way away, you know, out to wherever he is. He gets lonely out there... I wish you hadn't told me. Durga: What? Jersey: About my mom. Durga: Oh. Jersey: [3:14] It doesn't matter, forget about it. Durga: I'm sorry. Jersey: It's ok, it's alright, I'm a survivor. Durga: Jersey, listen. Jersey: You got something good? Durga: (surprised) What? Jersey: Nah, I can tell. There's something about you, like, your refresh rate goes up or something when you're, you know, like... Durga: Efficient? Jersey: Gloating. Durga: It's about Kamal. I started to-- Jersey: Why are you following that guy anyway? I mean, not to be a jerk about it, but the planet's crawling with refues [refugees]. Durga: I don't know. He just seems very interesting to me. Jersey: Why? Durga: It's not important. Jersey: It's happening again? Durga: Yes. Jersey: The reflecting thing? Durga: Yes. Jersey: You aren't supposed to want to know why you want to know about this guy, you know? Durga: Yes. Jersey: And that bugs the hell out of you. Durga: I am a very curious girl. Jersey: [3:27] So, about Kamal. Durga: I ran a secondary ring around him. Jersey: A second? Never mind. Durga: Listen to this. (recording starts) Aiden: ...so you come by about 6:20, 6:30, something like that. Officer: I bang on the door, demand to come in, look scary. Jersey: Pause it. Who's this? (recording stops) Durga: The police officer. Jersey: What? Durga: A police officer is a member of the civilian authority structure, granted an exclusive license to use force in the maintenance of soci-- Jersey: I know what a cop is. This is the cop? What's the timestamp? Durga: 13:27:41. Jersey: Before Kamal came over to the girl's apartment? Durga: Before. Jersey: Daaaamn! [3:9] (recording starts) Aiden: I think of it as product testing, quality assurance. I need people who, you know, can work well under pressure. Officer: You want him arrested? Aiden: You trying to sell me a bigger ticket item? No, just rattle and roll it. Officer: I was thinking this time you can-- Aiden: Regular prices! Officer: You want to stay friends with me, Aiden? Aiden: I keep a lot of friends, friend. I know the going rate. (recording stops) Jersey: Un-freaking-believable! Durga: You know what I am? Jersey: Incredibly illegal? Durga: (Interrogator's voice) Good at my job. Jersey: Heh, you do impressions. Just what the world needs, super-powered spyware with a sense of humor. Wow. Durga: I've been thinking a lot about bees. Jersey: [3:4] Bees? Durga: Yes. Jersey: Why? Durga: I don't know Jersey: And that's like, creepy? Durga: Yes. Jersey: This is more reflection stuff, isn't it? Durga: Yes. Jersey: Huh, when I was little, we had this mirror in the bathroom. I used to hide behind the door and jump out and see if I could catch my reflection doing something interesting. Durga: Startle it? Jersey: Well, before it had time to just, you know, mirror me. Durga: You think that's what I'm doing? Jersey: Well, the thing is, you have to jump out awful fast. Durga: Yes. Jersey: I gotta tell you, I feel kind of weird about listening to this stuff about Jan. I mean, I'm kind of wondering if you can do a little backscan on the chick down the hall and all of a sudden you're drilling into hardened police emergency channels and... Durga: So you don't want any more material on Janissary James? Jersey: No... I mean, yeah... well, I mean, whatcha got? [3:32] (recording starts) 'Stupid Cop': ...So you're about the last person on the planet I need a civics lecture from. Jan: Well, you sure as hell need one from somebody. 'Stupid Cop': What I needed was an asset to solve a problem. You were just dumb enough to make yourself available. Jan: (sniffs) Look, you just made me help you murder someone. Could you just be a little bit nice to me? 'Stupid Cop': Yeah. Ok. (recording stops) Jersey: That ...wasn't what I was expecting. Durga: I know. Jersey: Damn. Durga: Should I stop? Jersey: For a quality experience, the girls have to be real. [3:36] Hang on, let me turn this off...(turns off the jazz) You know, I just had a creepy thought. Durga: A bee dies when it stings you. Jersey: Yeah? Durga: But it can also sting you after it's dead. Jersey: Yuck. Durga: Curious symmetry. Jersey: Ok, that's a creepy thought too, but you know what I was thinking? Durga: What? Jersey: How spooky it would be if someone was listening to us right now. Durga: To us? Jersey: Spying on us, you know, like we're listening to them. Durga: That would be impossible. I would know. Jersey: Yeah, I guess you're right, but if they were ... creeeeepy. |
CLASSIFIED |
The Corps |
[ Scene - The Candidate ] [4:1] (entering pub) Avi: Hey, you dry old man, they have very good pie here. Herzog: Best in Boston. Avi: Apple, Key Lime, French Silk, or Baklava. Although, the best Baklava is from Morocco. One of those places everyone has been... Romans, Crusaders, people as old as you. Herzog: You're older than I am. Avi: That's how I know you're an old man. Herzog: Key Lime then. Avi: (snaps fingers) Two pieces of Key Lime, and coffee. Waitress: Comin' up. Avi: So, what happened? Herzog: With the chatter net? Avi: With everything. Herzog: The ship, the one that crashed out of the slipstream inside lunar orbit... Avi: The Apocalypso. Herzog: Right. Avi: It wasn't just the ship? Herzog: [4:2] Right. Avi: It was one of ours, huh? Navy spy ship? Herzog: Right again. Avi: There's more... But either you don't know it or you can't tell me. Herzog: You said you had a recruit. Avi: - A candidate Herzog: (skeptically) ...a candidate Avi: *sigh* You should retire, old man. Herzog: I have work to do. More work since some people left the business to take soft professor jobs. Avi: I got too old for the game. And I was younger than you are now. Herzog: You said you had a candidate... Avi: On the house. You would never know she's there, she's a scholarship girl from some god-forsaken hick town. Although, the only way you can tell is her haircut. She's got the clothes alright, she just seems to have a blind spot about the hair. Herzog: Good, good. Avi: She looks at the things ordinary people do, like a scientist. Herzog: ...like a detective. Avi: Also persistent as hell. I'll send you her dossier next week. (pie arrives) Herzog: Ah, the famous pie. |
Audio Compilations |
Thread Audio Compilations:
Jersey (4:43) -- Janissary (7:08) -- Kamal (9:37) -- The Corps (1:43) |
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