Psst! Cooper.
Jamie.
What's with all the police trucks outside and the cameras everywhere, Jamie? Something happening?
I'm not supposed to tell. Don't rat me out.
I won't.
You know the Butcher? Hmm? That freakin' nutjob that goes around just chopping people up?
Yeah.
Well, the feds or whatever heard that he's gonna be here today, so they set up a trap for him. This whole concert? It's a trap.
Wow! Here?
Yeah. Yeah, they're watching all the exits, they're checking everyone that leaves. There's no way to get out of here, except backstage, I guess. But no one can get backstage. [they both chuckle] Yeah. See? It's kinda dope, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Don't tell anyone. I'll get… I'll get in deep crap.
No.
Okay… Uh, I gotta get back, but come see me for that t-shirt.
For sure, Jamie.
