The Hollow Page #2

New in town, already making moves | on the quarterback's squeeze.

First of, I'm nobody's squeeze.

And second, | Brody isn't exactly my ideal.

I like a guy who's interested in | more than just my poms poms.

Maybe we should, | I don't know...

like go for a coffee or something | some time.

Oh my God!

- Are you alright? | - I'm fine, just a little shaky.

Are you sure you're alright?

You scared the crap out of us. | Are you okay?

I'm doing about as well as | to be expected...

which I don't suppose | it's all that good.

What were you doing in the middle | of the road? I could've killed you.

I was listening, teacher, | listening.

- Why are you calling me that? | - Lan, he's a grave keeper...

and he's obviously drunk.

My name is Klaus Van Ripper, | although that doesn't mean much.

And I'm not drunk. | I do take care of the cemetery.

And I need to talk to you. | There's something you need to know.

Lan, let's get out of here. | He's obviously drunk.

Come on, let him have his bed. | Let's go.

I almost killed the guy. I can't | leave him out here if he's drunk.

Quiet.

Somebody's coming.

What are you doing out here?

You hear that?

What?

You okay, Junior? | Looks like you've seen a ghost.

You been at the yard, haven't you? | What were you doing up there?

Just trying to give a guy | a little scare.

Trying to instill | a little history in him.

You should understand that.

You shouldn't be up in the yard. | Not tonight.

Not ever. | Especially not tonight.

Relax, Van Ripper!

We didn't mess up any | of your landscaping.

I'm sorry about straying you.

No, it's okay. | Lan was taking me for coffee.

Beg your pardon...

but you should go with the | young venture snob here.

I need to talk | to the teacher alone.

What?

He's come back, | he's come back for you.

I need to talk to you.

- Let's go. | - Lan?

I can't leave this guy in the | middle of the road.

Look at him, | he's obviously smashed.

I don't want him to get hit | by somebody else, alright?

Rain check?

Are you sure you | don't wanna sit, son?

I can't. I'm already out way | passed my curfew.

My dad's gonna kill me.

I don't even know why | I came here in the first place.

You don't hu? But I think you do. | It's your destiny.

You can't run from | your destiny, teacher.

What are you talking about?

What's up with | all this teacher crap?

You are a stubborn one, | aren't you?

I have to go. I'm really sorry, | but I do have to go.

I call you teacher, | because that's what you are.

Not by your trade, | not even by your dad's trade...

but farther back.

Yeah, way farther back | than that.

Your family lived here | right in this house...

nine generations back.

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