NO SOUND? JUST SCROLL! Niki Taylor's father: :Hello. JB: Hello, is Niki there, please? NTF: Who? JB: Niki. NTF: Who's this? JB: This is Bertis. NTF: Bertis who? JB: Bertis Clemens. NTF: Bertis Clemens? JB: I'm the only Bertis I know. NTF: Well, I don't know you, sir. JB: I'm me. I'm Bertis Clemens. NTF: Do you live next to us? JB: Not next. Just over a little bit. Ask your wife. She knows me. I work over at the grocery store. Just yell it into the next room: "It's Bertis Clemens!" NTF: Well, you know her condition, don't you? JB: No, sir. NTF: She can't talk. JB: [Long pause] Oh-- I didn't know that. NTF: Well, she can't. JB: Well, listen, here's what I'll do. I'll have someone write her a note, cuz I can't write so well, and I'll just bring it on over to the house. NTF: Bring what? JB: A note. I don't know! NTF: What was you wantin' with Niki? JB: Well, I gotta pass on a message to her from this other fella! NTF: What's he wantin'? JB: I don't know. I wouldn't wanna poke into his business. He seems like a pretty nasty fella! NTF: Who's the fella? JB: I don't know his name. Comes by the grocery store. NTF: What did he say? JB: He said, "You know Niki Taylor," and all. And I said, "Yeah, I know who she is." And he said, "Well, I got something to say to her, and you're gonna be the one to say it!" NTF: Was he pretty bad? JB: Oh, I don't know if he meant any harm. Who knows why people do anything these days. You know what I mean? NTF: Well, I don't get scared of nothing, sir. Can you tell me who the man's name is? JB: I'm telling you, I don't know. If I find out, I'll let you know. NTF: How'd you get our number? JB: He gave it to me. NTF: [Long pause] When you find out his name, would you call me? JB: Yeah. NTF: You know me, don't you? JB: No, sir. NTF: I been in that store a thousand times. Your name is what now? JB: Bertis. Which one is you? NTF: Pardon? JB: Which one is you, sir? Maybe I've seen you before. NTF: I'm her father. JB: Well, you can come on by and talk to my supervisor, and he'll point me out to you. NTF: Who's your supervisor? JB: Ricky. NTF: Young guy? JB: Uh-huh. NTF: I know him. Okay, you find out his name, you tell me, okay? JB: We'll get this fella, okay? You just come by. I'm there most of the time, so.... NTF: Alright. I can fix him. I got enough friends to fix him good. JB: Sounds good to me, Mr. Taylor. Alright? NTF: G'bye. JB: Bye.