CSI:Miami RT #12 - 'Road To Nowhere'

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Miami Shores, house, 7pm

Scott: *flips vegetables*

Lori: *steps in* Hey.

Scott: *looks back, smiles* Hey! What are you doing here?

Lori: Just wanted to see how you settled in. Brought you a plant. *lifts plant*

Scott: Thank you.

Lori: *walks in, places plant on counter* What are you cooking?

Scott: Just some vegetables.

Lori: *nods* Trying to keep healthy.

Scott: Yeah.

Lori: How much does it cost to live here, anyway?

Scott: About 500 a month.

Lori: *lifts brow* This place is a dump. *looks at Scott* Wait, do you even have 500 bucks a month?

Scott: Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about sometime. The account I have access to only has about 2 grand left.

Lori: Why don't we work out an allowance.

Scott: *dumps vegetables onto plate* Sure.

Lori: *looks around* Do you have a roomie?

Scott: None so far. This one just opened up.

Lori: I assume you have rules.

Scott: Yep. No drugs, of course. No unauthorized visitors, and we're responsible for the up-keep of the house.

Lori: Reasonable enough.

Scott: *leans against counter, digs fork into veggies*

Lori: What are you going to do to earn the money?

Scott: *lifts eyes* ...Excuse me?

Lori: Your allowance.

Scott: I'm not 12.

Lori: I need to know that you're going to use it for what it's intended.

Scott: I think working 16 hour days at the office qualifies me to have some of my own money.

Lori: The 6 months worth of track marks tells me otherwise.

Scott: *nods*

Lori: *steps closer* ...Why couldn't you talk to me?

Scott: *puts plate on counter* I was...scared.

Lori: *lifts brow*

Scott: Mostly of what you'd think of me.

Lori: Why?

Scott: I spent my entire life trying not to appear vulnerable. You were the one person I didn't want to see me in a state other than perfection.

Lori: *nods slowly*

Scott: I was supposed to be the stable one. Y'know?

Lori: Right.

Scott: It's stupid.

Lori: *lowers head*

Scott: I'm sorry, Lori. *places hand on Lori's cheek*

Lori: *closes eyes*

Scott: *leans in, kisses Lori's cheek*

Lori: *wraps arms around Scott*

Scott: I'm so sorry. I screwed everything up.

Lori: *nods*

Scott: I just want to make it right, I promise you I will.

Lori: We'll see what happens.

Condo, 8pm

Speed: *staring at television*

Katie: *sneaks over* ...Is she asleep?

Speed: *nods*

Katie: *smiles* Aw it's so nice to see her all peaceful and not pulling at my hair and ripping my stuff apart.

Speed: She's not that bad.

Katie: On a scale of Dominick Finch, she's about a 4 and a half.

Speed: *strokes Brook's head*

Brook: *wraps arm around Speed*

Katie: Yay! It's like she knows you!

Speed: Shh. You'll wake her.

Katie: *sits, pulls out cellphone*

Speed: What the hell are you doing?

Katie: Taking a picture. *presses buttons*

Speed: *sigh*

Katie: I'm gonna put this in my scrapbook.

Speed: You have to tell me where you're hiding that thing.

Katie: *smiles* Don't worry, all the incriminating pictures of you are hidden away just for me.

Speed: Hilarious.

Katie: She seems so comfortable with you. Hey, maybe it's one of those instinctual things.

Speed: She's probably just tired and I'm the closest pillow.

Katie: Nope. I refuse to believe that.

Speed: *nods* I'm going to take her upstairs.

Katie: *jumps up* Awesome! I love bed time. *runs away*

Speed: *picks up Brook, stands*

Bedroom

Speed: *places Brook into bed, pulls up sheets*

Brook: *hugs teddybear*

Speed: ...G'night.

Master bedroom

Katie: *throws t-shirt*

Speed: *walks in, shuts door*

Katie: *turns around* Let's have fun.

Speed: *shakes head* I'm kind of tired, I'd rather just go to sleep. *walks around bed*

Katie: What? That's not fun. That's boring.

Speed: Brook might wake up halfway through the night, it's best if we get some rest.

Katie: What happened to the Tim Speedle I married?

Speed: Alright. *claps hands together* Let's get drunk and half a fistfight.

Katie: *stares at Speed* That's not funny.

Speed: *lies in bed* Goodnight, Katie.

Katie: Ergh.

TBC...........................................

 

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Miami, APL Financial, lobby, 10am

Scott: *steps in*

Bob: *looks back* ...Scotty! *walks over* Hey, what are you doing here?

Scott: What happened to my building?

Bob: Uh...you mean this one?

Scott: The one in New York, Robert.

Bob: Oh that. Yeah, it had to be demolished.

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: Don't worry, the building was unoccupied.

Scott: What the hell happened?

Bob: Electrical problems, gas line issues, underground flooding and oh by the way, 2 support columns fell over and crushed the lobby.

Scott: Was anyone hurt?

Bob: Nothing serious. The contractor you hired was bogus.

Scott: *rubs eyes*

Bob: Not to mention the co-owner of the firm, who, by the way is some Japanese software company, stole about 5 million from our clients and took off when we confronted them with a lawsuit.

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: The clients got their money back.

Scott: I'll make it up to you.

Bob: You know what, I don't want you to make it up to me. But your issues are your issues. And I don't want your issues to become this company's problems because someone's going to get hurt.

Scott: *nods*

Bob: Why don't we go for a coffee.

Scott: Sure.

Bob: *walks away*

Scott: *follows*

Upstairs, restaurant

Bob: *dumps sugar into coffee*

Scott: So...you and Lori.

Bob: *lifts eyes*

Scott: *sips coffee*

Bob: It just sort of happened.

Scott: Right.

Bob: Has she talked to you about it?

Scott: Apparently it's none of my business.

Bob: Look, Scott, I never would have done anything if it was clear you two were still trying to work things out. But Lori insisted it was over.

Scott: Really.

Bob: Yeah. To be honest, I thought I was more into you than her.

Scott: *stares at Bob*

Bob: Guess not. *drinks coffee*

Scott: *clears throat* Maybe you can tell me how I got this scar. *rolls up sleeve*

Bob: Right that uh...you thought the government planted a tracking device under your skin so they could eliminate you if you give away their secrets.

Scott: *blinks* ...I don't know any government secrets.

Bob: Evidently you did at the time.

Scott: ...I'm sorry you had to see all that.

Bob: I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare the crap out of me. There were times I thought I'd have to go to Miami and tell your family that you weren't ever coming back.

Scott: *lowers head*

Bob: *drinks coffee*

Scott: I've been thinking of taking some time away from work.

Bob: That's probably a good idea. What do you plan on doing?

Scott: Cooking? Maybe taking some classes.

Bob: Go for it.

Scott: I'd like to spend more time with my kids, too.

Bob: *nods*

Scott: I don't know, maybe I won't come back to work.

Bob: Is that really moving forward?

Scott: *shakes head* I can't do this job anymore, Bob. It was killing me long before I started killing myself.

Bob: I understand.

Scott: *looks at watch* Lori's going to be at the beach with the kids, she said I could join them. *lifts head* I'll see you later.

Bob: Tell Lori I said hi.

Scott: Sure thing. *stands, walks away*

Miami Beach

Lori: Steph! Careful! Don't go too far out!

Steph: Kay! *jumps into water*

Lori: *hands bucket to Dominick*

Dominick: *dumps sand into bucket*

Lori: What are you going to make?

Dominick: Castle.

Lori: What kind of castle?

Dominick: A big one.

Lori: Do you want some help?

Dominick: Nope. *pats sand*

Lori: *smirks* Okay.

Scott: *walks over, sits*

Lori: *looks at Scott*

Scott: Hey.

Dominick: *lifts head, runs over*

Scott: *smiles* Hi!

Dominick: *jumps on Scott, hugs him*

Scott: *wraps arms around Dominick*

Lori: I'll be back. *stands* STEPH! *walks away*

Dominick: *jumps onto sand, grabs Scott's arm* Help build the castle. *grabs bucket*

Scott: Alright.

Dominick: *hands over plastic shovel* Dig.

Near ocean

Steph: I wasn't goin' too far, Momma.

Lori: You're not strong enough to handle the currents and waves, Steph. You need to stay closer to the beach. OH! We'll get you one of those yellow floaties you stick on your arms.

Steph: Momma...you're gettin' crazy again.

Lori: Why don't you go visit with your father.

Steph: *gasp* Daddy's here?

Lori: Yup.

Steph: *runs*

Lori: *sigh*

TBC..................................

 

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Miami lab, A/V, 11am

Katie: *staring at screen*

Tom: *walks over* This my security camera footage from the golf course?

Katie: Yep. Ran it backwards from the time your victim was found in the pond. *slides image up to screen*

Tom: Anything interesting?

Katie: *smiles* Just the murder.

Tom: *looks at Katie* The camera caught everything?

Katie: The tape itself is pretty old so I had to digitize it and clean it up. Think of an answering machine tape that's re-used over and over again. Some of it's still a little choppy but I managed to catch a struggle between two people.

Tom: Do we know who the other person is?

Katie: Facial recognition software won't be able to isolate a positive match but I do know it's a caucasian male between the age of 45-50.

Tom: An old white guy on a golf course, that narrows it down.

Katie: *smirks* Your suspect is also wearing a bright orange band across the arm of his golf shirt. I did some research, apparently the club gave away a free advanced membership to the winner of the amateur tournament this year.

Tom: The orange band indicates an advanced membership.

Katie: *nods* The club has a dress code. New members wear a green band and advanced members wear an orange band.

Tom: Talk about elitism. How many advanced members belong to the club?

Katie: Sorry, you'll need a warrant to find that out. Anonymity and all that.

Tom: Perfect.

Katie: *sniffs* ...*looks at Tom* You smell rich.

Tom: *looks at Katie* What?

Katie: Your cologne. It smells expensive.

Tom: *stares at Katie*

Katie: *clears throat* I thought you weren't in the field.

Tom: I need to feed my children.

Katie: Anni works.

Tom: ...I like my job?

Katie: Fair enough.

Tom: I'm off to get that warrant. *walks away*

Katie: Hey can I ask you something?

Tom: *stops, looks back* Yeah.

Katie: What does a guy mean when he says he's tired?

Tom: ...It means he's tired. Men are very literal creatures.

Katie: *nods*

Tom: *walks away*

Katie: *looks back at screen*

Break room

Anni: *sips coffee, opens paper*

Katie: *walks in*

Anni: *lifts head* Hey.

Katie: *sits on couch, crosses arms*

Anni: ...Something wrong?

Katie: We should swing.

Anni: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *looks at Anni*

Anni: Okay that drunken night was only a one-time thing.

Katie: No, you can have Speed. I'll loan him to you for a while.

Anni: *lifts brow*

Katie: Good luck though. *grabs magazine, opens it*

Anni: ...Have you been drinking?

Katie: No.

Anni: You can't have my husband and I don't want yours.

Katie: *frowns* We're not married. *kicks table*

Anni: Why don't you just see other people, then. I mean officially, you're just Tim's roomie. Nobody said you were exclusive.

Katie: Huh. That's true.

Anni: But you have to think about what you're really after. A fling or a long term relationship and I know Tim loves you.

Katie: *nods*

Anni: *closes newspaper*

Speed: *walks in*

Anni: *lifts eyes*

Speed: *opens fridge, grabs soda*

Anni: Gotta get back to work. *stands, walks away*

Katie: *looks down at magazine*

Speed: *leans against counter* How was your morning?

Katie: Fine.

Speed: *walks over, sits*

Katie: *flips page* Lori's having a family dinner tonight, are you coming?

Speed: *wraps arm around Katie*

Katie: *flips page* You can't avoid Scott forever. And it's not like he's still revved up on whatever the hell he was on.

Speed: *shakes head*

Katie: You're coming.

TBC...........................................

 

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Miami Golf & Country Club, 1pm

Tom: *opens doors, walks in*

Katie: *steps in* Wow, so this is what being important gets you. I wonder if there are any saucy scandals.

Tom: Where's your identification?

Katie: What identification?

Tom: Your badge.

Katie: I'm not a cop, I'm a hacker.

Tom: *shakes head, steps up to counter*

Woman: *smiles* May I help you?

Tom: *lifts badge* We're with Miami PD. *places paper on counter* I have a warrant for your members list.

Woman: *smile fades, grabs paper* This is about that death on the course?

Tom: Yes ma'am.

Katie: *grumbles* He's polite to everyone else.

Tom: *stares at Woman*

Woman: This extends only to advanced members.

Tom: Yes ma'am.

Woman: We have respectable people on that list, they can't be dragged into a murder investigation.

Tom: We'll be discreet.

Katie: We will?

Tom: The list, please.

Woman: *looks at computer, grabs mouse*

Katie: *looks around* I play a little golf, you know.

Tom: Fantastic.

Katie: Do you play?

Tom: *leans on counter* Not very often.

Katie: Ooh but you do!

Tom: *looks at Katie* What does it matter?

Katie: Maybe we can play a foursome sometime. Tim and I with you and Anni.

Tom: *stares at Katie*

Woman: *lifts papers* I have the list.

Tom: *grabs papers* Thank you. *walks away*

Katie: *follows* How 'bout it?

Tom: Talk to Anni.

Katie: Ah I see who wears the pants in your relationship.

Tom: *sits on couch, flips through pages*

Katie: *sits in chair, crosses legs*

Tom: *glances up*

Katie: *smiles* You like that?

Tom: *looks back at paper* Your thong has a hole in it.

Katie: *drops legs, pulls skirt down*

Tom: *lifts paper*

Katie: Any names popping out?

Tom: Couple judges, local celebrities and I think one of these guys is a senator.

Katie: *gasp* Scott's not a member, is he?

Tom: Scott doesn't play golf.

Katie: *runs over, sits on couch* I wanna see the list.

Tom: No.

Katie: Give it. *reaches over*

Tom: *pulls paper away*

Katie: Stop acting like a child. *grabs at paper*

Tom: *lifts paper* No badge, no list.

Katie: *frowns* I'm the one who got you the warrant. *grabs paper*

Tom: You're going to rip it.

Katie: Then I'll rip it on principle.

Tom: *pushes Katie*

Katie: Don't push me. *pushes Tom*

Tom: Oh that's mature.

Katie: Takes one to know one.

Tom: What are you, 11?

Katie: 12 at best.

Tom: *smiles*

Katie: AHA! HE SMILES. I win. *takes paper*

Tom: There's a few in there we should talk to. Judge Pollack went through some martial problems last year which ended with a warning by police instead of a domestic battery charge.

Katie: Deep pockets, huh.

Tom: Right.

Katie: Oooh and this guy Brock, I heard about him. He was having an affair with everyone else's wife.

Tom: Wow Speed would fight right in here.

Katie: *punches Tom's arm*

Tom: Ow.

Katie: Okay let's go door knocking. *stands, walks away*

Tom: *lifts eyes*

Behind fast-food joint, inside truck

Katie: This burrito is amazing.

Tom: I don't know how you can eat that garbage.

Katie: It's better than Tim's cooking.

Tom: *hands over soda*

Katie: Thanks. *opens soda* You're not eating?

Tom: I lost my appetite.

Katie: Hey I'm being very lady-like.

Tom: Yeah the sauce all over your skirt really shows that.

Katie: *looks down at skirt* Oops.

Tom: *leans elbow against door*

Katie: Do you have wet naps or something?

Tom: Check the glove compartment.

Katie: *opens glove compartment* Oooh pretty gun. Hey! Wet naps! *grabs cloth, wipes skirt* I should take this off and hang it up. *unzips skirt*

Tom: What the hell are you doing?

Katie: It needs to dry before I can put it back on.

Tom: So you're going to walk up to the judge's house wearing a blouse and a thong?

Katie: We'll have to wait here until it dries.

Tom: I'm not sitting behind a fast food restaurant with a half naked colleague for any length of time.

Katie: Why? You embarrassed?

Tom: No, I'm horrified.

Katie: *smiles* Does this remind you of your past escapades? Should I get into the backseat?

Tom: Just finish your burrito.

Katie: Where did I put it? *looks around*

Tom: *angry sigh*

Katie: Oh it's inside the console.

Tom: Get it out.

Katie: *grabs burrito* It's all drippy. *looks into console* That's gonna stain. Oh hey are you and Anni going to come to the family dinner tonight at Lori's place?

Tom: If Anni wants to bring Brook.

Katie: Awesome! *claps hands* Can't wait.

Tom: Are you drunk?

Katie: Not that I know of.

Tom: *nods*

Katie: We should stop by the clothing store across the street so I can get changed. What are you going to buy me?

Tom: *looks at Katie* Excuse me?

Katie: You bought me the burrito and it ruined my skirt, thus you owe me new clothes.

Tom: I don't think that's how it works.

Katie: Come on, I'm strapped for cash this month. Tim won't let me spend money because he says I spend too much.

Tom: I agree.

Katie: It's just a skirt. I promise I'll pick out the cheapest one.

Tom: You're paying me back.

Katie: Of course.

TBC................................................

 

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Short one for now.

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Clothing store, 1:45pm

Katie: Ugh, all of these clothes are horrible. They're all pantsuits and fitted.

Tom: I think they're rather professional.

Katie: *grabs clothes* You honestly think this garbage would look good on me?

Tom: Why don't you try it on.

Katie: There aren't even any stripes or colors. And it leaves nothing to the imagination.

Tom: You're not supposed to leave anything to the imagination at work.

Katie: *walks away*

Tom: Where are you going?

Katie: *shuts door* To try it on.

Tom: Don't rip it.

Katie: Shut up.

20 minutes later

Tom: Come on, Katie. Nobody takes that long to put on clothes.

Katie: *opens door* I like it.

Tom: *stares at Katie*

Katie: You win. Pay up.

Tom: How much does it cost?

Katie: ...200.

Tom: ...Cents?

Katie: *smiles* How adorable. *pinches Tom's cheeks, walks away*

Tom: *frowns*

Register

Girl: $295.99

Tom: *places credit card on counter*

Katie: Ooh gold member. How does a heroin addict get good credit, anyway?

Girl: *looks at Tom*

Tom: She's kidding.

Katie: He tried to commit suicide, you know. With heroin.

Girl: ...*takes credit card*

Inside truck

Tom: You need to stop telling people that. I've put all of that stuff behind me.

Katie: Oh relax, nobody cares.

Tom: I care.

Katie: You should know by now that I tease everyone.

Tom: No, you dig at people. You say hurtful and inappropriate things and it's probably to deflect from your own insecurities and faults.

Katie: *blinks*

Tom: *turns key*

Katie: Wait.

Tom: *looks at Katie*

Katie: *climbs into Tom's lap*

Tom: What the hell are you doing?

Katie: My burrito. *reaches into door pocket* I left it here when we left. *lifts burrito*

Tom: You could have asked.

Katie: Yeah right like you'd give me a drippy burrito after I just bought a new outfit. *lifts burrito* Want some?

Tom: Ugh. *pushes burrito away* That's disgusting.

Katie: *smiles*

Tom: Get off of me.

Katie: Why? You seem to be enjoying it.

Tom: *pushes Katie*

Horn beeps

Katie: *laughs*

Tom: *frowns, shoves Katie into seat*

Katie: You're adorable.

Tom: *turns key*

Katie: *places feet up on dashboard* You're fun.

Tom: *looks at Katie*

Katie: I see why Anni was interested in you.

Tom: *looks back outside, turns wheel*

TBC....................................

 

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Gables Estates, house, 6pm

Speed: *looks at watch* So where's Scott?

Lori: He's running late.

Speed: Of course he is.

Lori: *tosses salad*

Speed: Where the hell did Katie go?

Lori: I think she's upstairs with the kids.

Speed: *nods* ...What have you been up to lately?

Lori: Got a job with Riley's company. Sales.

Speed: Well you're definitely good at selling.

Lori: *lifts eyes*

Speed: So this is a full-time thing?

Lori: Yeah and I can work from home which is great. I'm using Scott's office.

Speed: Your office.

Lori: *covers salad*

Upstairs, hallway

Tom: *opens bathroom door*

Katie: *runs over, shoves Tom into bathroom*

Tom: *falls against wall* What the hell is wrong with you?

Katie: *smiles, leans closer*

Tom: *grabs Katie* Stop it.

Katie: *lifts brow* Why?

Tom: For starters, I'm married. And I don't like you.

Katie: ...I don't get it. I thought we had a connection.

Tom: Are you mentally retarded?

Katie: That's derogatory to mentally retarded people and for your information, they're called 'special needs'.

Tom: How about this. I don't want to sleep with you, I love my wife.

Katie: But you slept with Lori all the time when she was married.

Tom: Oh, okay then. Let's have sex.

Katie: *smiles* YES.

Tom: *walks away*

Katie: *smile fades*

Bedroom

Steph: And this is my dollhouse. Daddy bought it for me for my birthday.

Anni: I see.

Steph: This is my table of elements and this is my big teddy bear that I won from the fair.

Anni: *smirks*

Steph: Brook can play with him but she has to be careful. *places bear on floor*

Brook: *hugs bear*

Anni: Do you keep your room this clean all the time?

Steph: Yep 'cause Dom comes in and breaks the stuff on the floor so if I clean it up, he can't get to it.

Anni: It's very organized.

Steph: *smiles* Thank you.

Dominick: *runs in* STEPHIE!

Steph: *looks at Dominick* What?

Dominick: *sits on floor, crosses arms* No Daddy yet.

Steph: I know, Dommy. *looks at Anni* He really misses him.

Anni: *nods* Don't you miss him too?

Steph: Sometimes. But he's not Daddy anymore.

Anni: What do you mean?

Steph: *shrugs, fiddles with dollhouse*

Tom: *walks over, sits* Hey what are we playing with today?

Steph: *lifts head, smiles* Dollhouse.

Tom: You know, my sisters had a dollhouse when they were little but I accidentally tossed it out the window and it broke.

Anni: *looks at Tom* Accidentally?

Tom: *tilts head* Seemed like a good excuse at the time.

Steph: *giggles*

Anni: Is your barbie a dentist?

Steph: Yup. She's getting ready for work.

Anni: What do you guys want to be when you grow up?

Steph: I'm gonna catch bad guys like Tommy.

Tom: *smiles*

Anni: And what about you, Dom?

Dominick: *bangs toy truck on floor* Fireman.

Anni: Wow. That's a big job.

Dominick: Yup.

Anni: Why do you want to do that?

Dominick: I wanna be superhero.

Anni: *nods*

Dominick: Like Daddy.

Steph: *rolls eyes* Dom, Daddy's not a superhero.

Dominick: *frowns* Yes.

Steph: No.

Dominick: YES.

Steph: NO.

Anni: Alright guys, we don't need to fight.

Dominick: *pushes Steph*

Steph: DOM, STOP IT!

Dominick: *crosses arms, frowning*

Steph: *looks at Tom* Momma shoulda left him at the hospital.

Tom: *smirks*

Kitchen

Katie: *flops into chair*

Lori: ...What's with the pouting?

Katie: How come Lori can sleep around with married men and I can't?

Lori: What the hell are you talking about? I've never slept with a married man.

Speed: Yes you have.

Lori: I have?

Speed/Katie: Yes.

Lori: *nods*

Katie: It's not fair.

Lori: Wait a second, what married man did you try to sleep with? You've been here all afternoon.

Katie: *looks down at table*

Speed: *stares at Katie*

Lori: *frowns* I hope Tom kicked you in your ass.

Katie: Even if he did, it's fake anyway.

Lori: Stop going after Anni's men.

Katie: Can I go after yours?

Lori: Mom, be happy you have Dad.

Katie: But he's broken!

Lori: No he's not.

Speed: ...He's not?

Lori: You just have to hit the right pressure point, trust me.

Katie: I'm curious about this 'pressure point'.

Lori: Well it's actually one that can kill you if you do it right but if you do it wrong, it has other side-effects. Came in handy in Colombia.

Katie: Can you teach m-

Speed: NO. No, we're not having this conversation. Lori, stop inventing a bunch of hocus pocus and Katie, just stop. Period.

Lori: It's not hocus pocus, it's called Tacto Antiguo. An ancient tribe of natives on the east of-

Speed: Stop.

Lori: Right. But you know, it could be psychological. You can get through the block and-

Speed: Didn't I just tell you to stop?

Lori: Yes sir.

Scott: *walks over* Hey guys.

Katie: SCOTT! *jumps up, hugs Scott*

Scott: Oof. *smiles* How are you?

Katie: Good. *lets go* Oh, have you heard of Tacto Antiguo?

Scott: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *smirks, walks away*

Katie: *opens mouth*

Speed: No.

Katie: Damn.

TBC...............................