An American Crime2007

Ricky Hobbs:
[sees her "escaping"] Sylvia.

Sylvia Likens:
[sobbing, whimpering and cringing as he comes near her] No, no, please. Please don't, please.

Ricky Hobbs:
No, no, no, I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear to God, I promise, I promise. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, all right? Look, you gotta believe me, please. Please. You wanna get out of here? You wanna go? Let's go. [helps Sylvia up] Come on. You're all right. [they go to the car and Ricky gets in after helping Sylvia in] Where are we going?

Sylvia Likens:
[slurred from exhaustion and suffering] I don't know.

Ricky Hobbs:
Do you want to go to the police? We can tell them everything.

Sylvia Likens:
I gotta get to my mom.

Ricky Hobbs:
Where's your mom at?

Sylvia Likens:
[sounding close to tears] I think she's in Porridge.

Ricky Hobbs:
We're going to Porridge.