Sorry man, I was comin' up to— Hey, Vallejo. Is this your card?
(Drops card, spins around and knocks over projector screen.)
(Fillmore quickly picks projector back up.)
(baffled) Whoa, Fillmore. Nice catch! Thanks.
Huh, listen man, ain't no thing but a chicken on a string.
(Smugly) Exactly! Uh, you okay? Oh, and uh, could you sign this communications report?
(Vallejo, rightly confused, mindlessly signs the forms for the new Walkies.)
(after Fillmore and he saw Ingrid 'wrap' Jamie)Ingrid might be in over her head.
I think she's playing the part.
You see what she did to that kid? She was smiling.
Yeah, she was. To make it look good.
You wanna know the truth? I didn't want to put Ingrid on that case. Not because she's new, but because she's
Hey, Vallejo, neither are you.
She doesn't run with a crowd. Now she's got one! You're her friend, you're close, and I thought that was enough! But the thing is, I made that mistake before...
Back in the seventh grade I was partnered with a safety patroller who was sent undercover as a Red Robin. She was a lot like Ingrid; very smart, her own person. But being around that kinda group, she turned, Fillmore. I tried to talk her out of it, (wistfully) but... no dice. She's now the head of the Red Robins.
I'm telling you now. I don't want to lose Ingrid the way I lost Malika. I thought things would be different, maybe Ingrid was stronger-
Thing is, I don't know if it's about strong, Fillmore. Malika was smart. Like Ingrid. Quirky, out of the mainstream. But unlike Ingrid, she was in a couple clubs. Head of the unicycle squad, president of the A/V club, (hesitantly) and... of course... she was a-
Even then, the Robins took it all away from her. She sold her unicycle, disbanded the A/V club, and now only has one passion; the Red Robins. I don't want that to happen to Ingrid!
(Determined) Oh it won't happen to Ingrid. I'll make sure.
(Challenging) I don't know if it's your decision, Fillmore.
I'm gonna go talk to Ingrid.