Clarissa:
Where's Geneva? Hey, Tommy. Where's Geneva - her stuff is gone.
Tommy:
How the hell should I know?
Clarissa:
You sure you haven't seen Geneva?
Tommy:
I'm not her babysitter.
Jameela:
Yeah, but you're still in love with her, right?
Tommy:
No, I'm not. Not anymore.
Clarissa:
All her stuff is gone - where is she, Tommy?
Tommy:
How the hell should I know - wh - you think I did something?
[the girls are silent]
Tommy:
What? You think I'm Jack the Ripper? Okay, fine! I was outside the club with her, and she said she was taking a train home. She says "goodbye, everyone" and "see you back at school". Okay? And that was the last time I saw her, period.
Clarissa:
Sorry, Tommy.
Tommy:
Whatever. No big deal; it's the best thing in the world she left, I don't care; don't need her.
Jameela:
[comes over]
Hey, where's Geneva?
[Tommy sighs exasperated and gets in the vehicle and they drive toward the Atlas Mountains]
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