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- Forrest J. Ackerman.

Head of campus security.

The woman who gave you the envelope,

she's not authorised

to use the school account.

It's an internal matter I've been investigating.

Not your problem.

Can I have the envelope, please?

Yeah, the thing is, once it goes in the bag,

it's gotta stay in the bag

unless I hear from a dispatcher.

Fine. Call him. I'll talk to him.

I got the receipt right here.

- Nima gave that to you?

- Who?

Nima.

You don't know the name

of the woman you're investigating?

Yeah. Nima, right. I'm sorry,

I couldn't hear you. Your mouth was full.

Thing is, man, company I work for,

it's called "Security Courier."

The "Security" part means that

once people give us their sh*t,

we don't just hand it out to

random strangers on the street, so...

Listen, I just spent $7

on this delicious urban food log,

so if you'd step aside and let me eat,

that'd be great.

What's your name?

- Wilee.

- Wilee.

Wile E? Like the coyote?

- That's cute.

- Thanks.

You got a real name? A girlfriend?

Family? People who give a sh*t

if they see you again?

Who are you, man?

I'm the guy you don't f*** with.

Hold my log.

Hey!

Have a nice day, douche bag!

Okay...

I just wanted to say I was sorry.

That thing was important to me.

Maybe that doesn't mean sh*t to you...

No, it means something to me.

I just forgot, that's all.

Okay, I get it.

Look, this is three sorrys now.

It's actually only two.

Well, you hung up on one of 'em,

so that's on you.

I don't get it. Honestly? Watch it!

Excuse me.

I just don't get it.

I mean, you have opportunity

and all that brain and you throw it away.

Look, why are we having this conversation?

You get it. You ride like I do.

No, I ride, but not like you, Wilee.

I put a brake on my bike and I use it.

Yeah, and that brake's gonna get you killed.

You should get rid of that.

The worst sh*t that ever happened to me

happened when I had a brake.

Brakes are death.

You know what?

That thing you say, it's not as cute any more.

You could have any job you want.

When I see a guy in a grey business suit,

my age,

makes my balls shrivel up into my abdomen.

Whatever.

Hi, Alonzo.

We get paid to ride.

What could be better than that?

Do you know why I ride?

Because I hate waiting tables. Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry

that I didn't come to your school thing.

But what do you want me to

do about it right now?

My "school thing"?

It was graduation

and you blew it off for a race.

Look, I know it took me eight years

to get my degree,

but I'm gonna get a decent job

and sit behind a desk all day.

I don't need anyone in my life

telling me that it's meaningless

'cause it means something to me.

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