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05/29/09(Fri)08:37 No.1864875>>1864771 *doink doink* That Movie Theater Where EBK Works, 8:00 pm Olivia
Benson: Really odd for Stabler to just suddenly come down with the
stomach flu, like that. D'you see him eat anything particularly strange? Fin
Tutuola: Well, I *did* see him eat some of that "Pocky" stuff. Don't
understand what's so great about it. Hold up, there he is. [Tutuola
and Benson approach EBK, who is busy "training" a new hire in the fine
art of ticket-tearing. The trainee, of course, doesn't look a day over
17.] EBK (to trainee): So, I think the best way to get leverage when
you tear the ticket is to hold it about chest-level...yeah, just like
that...now, try doing it slower... Tutuola: They make 'em perforated for a reason, you know. Makes 'em easier to tear EBK
(annoyed that his one-on-one time has abruptly come to a halt): Can I
help you [turns and looks to see where the voice came from - spots the
badge on Tutuola's belt] ...detectives? You, ah, don't look like you're
from around here. Benson: That line work with the girls you photograph at cons? Tried that on this girl, maybe? [Benson hands a picture of the victim to EBK] EBK: Oh, my god. This is horrible. [looks up at Benson and Tutuola] Who did this? Tutuola:
'lotta people who were there think it was you, said you followed her
around all day trying to get her to come up to your hotel room for a
"private shoot". EBK: You've got the wrong idea, I take tasteful pictures. [CONTINUED] |