 Yeah. Girls. I'm 19. I don't chalk walls anymore. Johnny, a member of your club was murdered last night. A boy by the name of Pablo Malari. Oh, is he dead? Nah. He wasn't a member of the club, sir. He just hung around. What about him, Johnny? Who killed him? I didn't. And no one's come up to me since last night and said he did it either. Where were you last night? We had a meeting at the club. A special one. Initiations. Plans for the summer. Broke up about two.