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- Oh, got it.
- Nice shot.

You got to give me the recipe
for that blackened salmon.

Oh, no recipe.

Just coat them in some olive oil

and hit em with some Old Bay.

Yeah, he puts Old
Bay on everything.

Fish, chicken, cereal.

- Ooh!
- Oh.

You're done! That's it.

Oh, do you
want some of this?

Come on.

Hey, you two beasties, will
you chill out for a minute?

Stu, shh, OK? You're
going to wake up Dougie.

OK, you guys want to
go get some gelato?

Yeah!

Let's go.

They're going to make
us do the dishes.

OK.

I want chocolate.

I want vanilla.

I'm going to check on Dougie.

Um, well, I have something
I need to ask you

before the kids get back.

OK, what's up?

Um...

I'm...

I'm behind on my mortgage.

OK. How much?

36.

Thousand?

And I was hoping that you
would loan me the money

so that I don't lose the house.

Tink, how do you
let it get this bad?

I had no idea until last week.

Brett handles all the bills.
- Oh.

Turns out he stopped
paying the mortgage

after he got fired.

Yeah, because he was too
busy getting drunk at the bar

and putting your
head through a wall.

Perfect.
- I-I threw him out, Nina.

He is in rehab now,
but we are done.

I... I have no way to cover
this unless you help me out.

I... I don't know. That's...

that's a lot of money.

I know, I... I know.

And I am sorry to
be asking this.

But the last thing that I want

is to move those kids into
a tiny little apartment

and have them change schools in
the middle of the year and...

Please just think about it.

What's up?

Want some?

You want to get
crazy?

Hey.

Are you following me?

No, no, I...

wait.

I saw you at the bar.

That's right. You did.

Mm-hmm.

And I saw you.

Buongiorno,
bambinos. Cómo estás?

- Ooh.
- Hey.

- He's back.
- What's up?

Oh, did you miss me?

- Uh, yeah, of course.
- Not even a little bit.

All right, I'm glad to see

you didn't redecorate the
place while I was away.

How'd it go?

Oh, Abby and I had
the time of our lives.

All right.

Olive oil and Chianti

for everyone from
our villa in Panzano.

- Thank you.
- Excellent.

Well, Hannah's in
St. Louis with Ethan,

so I can hold on to hers.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

How's Ethan, by the way?

Uh, work in progress, you know?

They held it down at
the VA op, though.

Yeah, I read the report.

I'm glad Hannah's
taking time off

to get him back on the
straight and narrow.

All right, so what have we got?

Two nights ago, Simon
Fowler was murdered

after leaving a dance
club in East Williamsburg.

He was stabbed using an
aluminum knitting needle.

ME said it pierced
his diaphragm,

then he was strangled.

Knitting needle?

That's an odd choice
for a murder weapon.

Was it tested for fingerprints?

It was, but no
usable prints or DNA.

NYPD reached out to us.

It's the third late-night
murder in that precinct

with the same MO.

So we have a serial killer.

Any connection to the victims?

Not so far.

All of the men were killed

outside of different
nightlife venues.

NYPD has ruled out
robbery as a motive.

Their working theory
is a single UnSub

who patronized the club.

All right, let's dig in.

Barnes and I will
reach out to NYPD.

You two head back to that
last venue, talk to security.

Let's roll.

There are half a dozen
nightclubs and concert venues

in this 10 square
block industrial zone.

No pissed-off neighbors
to complain about

rowdy partiers or loud music.

Yeah, but it's not
that easy to get to.

The nearest subway is a good
15-minute walk from here.

Longer if you're drunk and high,

which was the case
with our victims.

High on what?

The last victim, Simon Fowler,

had a vial of tusi
in his possession.

Pink cocaine.

That's the latest
party drug of choice.

Where've you been hanging out
with your new boo, Cheryl?

Nowhere around here.

Tusi is ketamine cut with
whatever stimulant's on hand

and pink food coloring.

Every batch is choose
your own adventure.

Which sometimes
ends in date rape.

Could there be a drug
angle to these murders?

It's possible.

This is where Simon
Fowler was killed.

No windows or security cams.

Not a place I want to be
alone at 3:00 in the morning.

We beefed up patrols at
night, activated a tip line.

Let us know if you
got anything credible.

Yeah.

The security director at the
club said it's quite possible

that Simon could
have scored the tusi

from a dealer inside the venue.

He's sending over CCTV footage.

The knitting needles
wouldn't have set off

the metal detectors.

The devices are calibrated
so that not every belt buckle

or piece of jewelry
requires a pat down.

We're thinking that the
killer must have known this.

They could carry the
needle on their person

and get through security, so
maybe they did a trial run.

Or stashed it outside.

Something.

Simon Fowler's tox screen
just came in positive

for ketamine and meth on top
of a 0.16 blood alcohol level.

So he was bombed just like
the other two victims.

Is there a common
denominator besides that?

Well, I checked the
interviews NYPD did

with the victim's
family and friends.

The only similarities I saw

is all the men left the
club compromised and alone.

Our killer's a lone wolf.

Hopefully, something
pops in forensics.

You look lovely, Mia.

Do you have a date tonight?

I'm just meeting up
with some friends.

Is that the garter stitch
that you taught me?

This is the Andalusian.

See the raised texture
every four rows.

I like that.

If Bernard was so cruel to you,

why do you keep his photographs?

It's true, Bernard
treated our dog better

than he treated me,

but that was the life I chose.

You never thought
of leaving him?

It was a different time.

I suppose his pictures are
better than an empty mantle.

Have a peaceful night, Eleanor.

Mm.

Be careful, dear.

See you in the morning.

And don't forget your phone.

Oh, sorry. I'm...

I'm kind of lost.

Hey, tell me about it.

It's like a...

it's like a David Lynch
movie around here.

Yeah.

RIP.

Uh, you want a smoke?

No, thanks.

Subway's on Jefferson, right?

I think so.

Hey, uh...

you want to grab a
nightcap somewhere?

Isn't that a wedding ring?

That's not a problem.

Forensics came back on the
fibers that were harvested

from two of the victims.

It's a silk-cashmere blend,

likely from a high-end scarf
that was used as a ligature.

Can they link it
to a manufacturer?

They're working on it.

How'd Ray make out with
the footage from the clubs?

He ran an AI photo sort

that scraped all
three nights of video.

Photo matches came back
for 16 men and 9 women.

So let me get this straight.

These people were
at each of the clubs

on the night of the murders.

Exactly.

Likely one of them
is our serial killer.

Hold on. I just got
a text from Ramos.

There was a fourth attack
early this morning.

The victim survived. He's
at Woodhull Hospital.

I'll meet you there.

I noticed her when
I was doing shots

with my friend Des at the bar.

What time was that?

I don't
know. Midnight maybe.

You know, a few hours later
when I was going home,

she was there again
asking me for directions.

- Show him the screen grabs.
- Yeah.

I told you not to
go out with him.

I said I texted
you I was going to be late.

"Late" doesn't mean "I'm
staying out all night."

Can you just let me know if
and when you recognize her, OK?

That is her.

That's the bitch
that stabbed me.

Let's get these photos out
to all the nightlife venues,

not only Brooklyn.

Anything else you can
remember about her?

After she stabbed me,

she wrapped her
scarf around my neck.

And that's when I saw
the tattoos on her wrist.

What was it a tattoo of?

Four B's.

Honey bees?

No, no, like the letter B,

just each one in
a different style.

Good luck with him.

Download Barnes and Ray.

On it.

No facial rec hit
on our Jane Doe.

- We should go public with it.
- Well, that's a Remy call.

No, it's our best bet.

There weren't any hits on her
tattoos in the NYPD database.

I have a hunch about that.
You've heard about 4B, right?

Uh, yes,

the feminist movement that
started in South Korea.

Yeah.

In Korea, it stands for no
dating, no sex, no marriage,

no procreation with men.

Isn't that like the Greek play?

Women banded together
to end a war.

So you think our Jane Doe
is a radicalized feminist?

If I'm right, she's taking
4B to a whole new level.

In our first session,
you mentioned

you'd been hospitalized.

I was in a psychiatric
facility, yeah.

But it was voluntary.

You knew you needed help.

Well, don't give
me too much credit.

I didn't want to go to jail

and Bridgewater was presented
to me as an alternative.

The report from Bridgewater

says that you rammed your
car into a strip club.

Mm-hmm.

I worked there as a dancer.

What am I missing?

Let's just say my...

employers didn't have my
back when I needed them to.

You don't sound remorseful.

How else were they going to
learn to do the right thing?

To have some integrity?

But I'm over it.

And how are you doing with that?

How are your meds working?

Pretty well, I think.

Helping you manage your anger?

I'm not angry anymore.

I came to New York to
put all that behind me.

The, um, tattoo on your
wrist, when did you get that?

This?

Yeah, I got it right
after I moved here.

It's a shoutout to the
4B women's movement.

I thought so.

How does that
philosophy speak to you?

Uh, well, for one thing,

it helped me understand
that I'm not the only woman

in my peer group who's
had issues with men.

I'm a bit confused.

You say you're over
your anger issues,

yet you feel solidarity for
a movement that eschews men.

You know, it's a long story.

I'd rather get into
it next time I'm here.

Monday, then.

Thanks.

You know, I've been
meaning to ask,

the checks are from an
account of Eleanor Cheswick?

Yeah, she's my great aunt.

I'm staying with her

and she's helping me
out with some expenses.

That's kind of her.

Take care, Mia.

I've had enough of this
your body, my choice stuff.

So here's the plan.

I'm shaving off all of my hair

and getting with
the 4B movement.

Well, she's fully committed.

Well, I think it
helps to understand

what we might be
dealing with here.

Here's a wakeup call

to all of the toxic
bros out there.

I'm not going to be
anybody's tradwife,

so don't look at me,
don't talk to me,

and do not touch me.

We all know that violence
against women is...

Wait a second. Isn't
that our Jane Doe?

That or her twin sister.

Is part of the fabric
of American culture.

The sad truth is that
men can't be trusted.

It is time to take back
our power and autonomy,

one body at a time.

One body at a time.

We just ID'd our serial killer.

Yep.

Mia Travis? FBI!

Clear.

Nobody's upstairs.

Clear downstairs.

Do we really think she commutes

all the way from Boston to
do her handiwork in Brooklyn?

Don't crap in your own backyard.

Look, maybe we can post
up outside, stake it out.

- Ma'am, you can't go in there.
- Excuse me. Get out of my way.

What's going on here?

We're FBI. Who are you?

The person who lives here.

We're looking for Mia Travis.

Mia moved to New
York in January.

Do you have her current address?

No.

I don't know her that well.

She rented a spare room
from me for a few months

after she got out
of Bridgewater.

The psychiatric hospital?

She was in a diversion program
some judge made her do.

And you took her
in because what?

You're a good Samaritan?

You have a problem with that?

We need your help.

What can you tell us about her?

Mia paid rent up front.

She said she had
an elderly relative

with a swanky place in Manhattan

that she was hoping
to move in with.

It all sounded pretty
half-baked to me.

Do you know where
this relative lives?

She didn't leave an address.

But a few weeks after she left,
she had me send some stuff

she forgot to pack to some
mailbox place in New York.

- What stuff did you send?
- Personal items.

Some clothes, boots,

a scarf.

Nina and I will head
to the psych hospital.

You two track down
Mia in the city.

Done.

Thanks.

I can't confirm whether Ms.
Travis was ever a patient.

Well, we already know
that she was here

at a court-ordered
diversion program

after her felony
arrest in Boston.

We don't provide any information

without a patient authorization.

Look, doc.

Your patient is wanted for
a string of serial murders.

So whatever treatment
she was getting here,

let's just say it's
not working out.

You might want to consider that
before she harms someone else.

Maybe you could demonstrate

a little concern for
a former patient?

I'll tell you this much.

Mia was doing well
when we discharged her.

The meds we prescribed
had leveled her off.

Leveled her off? From what?

Again, uh...

The next time she kills someone,

I'm splashing your name
all over our press release.

You can threaten
me all you want.

HIPAA gives me no
authority to talk to you.

Unless she is a danger to
herself or others, right?

If that's the case,

I'll make a formal
application to our board.

Are you a doctor or a patient?

I am not risking my job based
on your half-cocked theories.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have rounds to make.

What did she do?

We just need to talk to her.

Did she have
contraband sent here?

A lot of the randos
that come in here

are, like, super sketch.

Just take a closer look and
see if you remember her.

OK.

Uh, yeah, she's been here.

Uh, maybe, like, a month ago.

Her name is Mia Travis.

Is there a mailbox application
under that name here?

Number 142.

Do you want me to
open it for you?

Yeah. Come on.

There's nothing in there
that's going to explode, right?

It's possible.

Might want to step back.

Pharmafleet.

It's Mia's prescription
for risperidone.

Isn't that an antipsychotic?

She's got a two-month supply.

Which means she's off her meds.

Mia's mailbox was linked

to her old residential
address in Boston.

The kid who worked there
said he'd let us know

if she showed up again.

Let's do a deep
dive on her family,

see if we can find this
elderly relative in Manhattan.

Anything from Boston PD?

There's no public
record of an arrest

or prosecution of a Mia Travis.

The records are probably sealed.

Jump on that when the
courts open tomorrow.

I'll reach out to our Behavior
Analysis Unit in Quantico.

If you want to go have
dinner with your family,

I can hold down the fort.

Mm, they already
went back to Houston.

Mm.

But thank you for the
barbecue recommendation.

- Oh, yeah.
- They absolutely loved it.

Um, I have to show you this
picture my nephew Beau posted.

Um...

Everything OK?

No.

Sorry, my sister told me that

she threw her ex-husband
out, and, um...

Maybe the picture was taken...

Yeah, that's yesterday
at her house.

Excuse me, I got to call her.

OK.

Hey, Ray.

Hey, Nina.

Tink, what the hell is going on?

Please tell me you did not
let that bastard move back in.

OK, just hang on.
Let me explain.

You can start by
explaining to me

who's going to take care of you

whenever he puts you
back in the ER again.

You don't understand, Nina.

I just really didn't have
a lot of options here.

Nina.

I gotta go. We'll
finish this later.

Hey, Remy, you might
want to hear this.

This guy's from
security at Orbital,

the dance club in
Long Island City.

There's a young lady
sitting at his bar right now

who might be the
girl on our BOLO.

Might be?

He said our pics aren't great.

This girl has her
hair up in a beanie.

- Is she wearing a scarf?
- He didn't see one.

Do not let her leave.

Ray, hit that club on the DL.

Nina, you're outside
backing him up.

- OK.
- OK.

All right, Nina, we're inside.

Copy. I'm circling the block.

There. The bar.

Got eyes on Mia.

She's moving.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, ooh. Oh. Sorry.

All good.

Sorry.

Hey, watch it.

Move, move.

Excuse me, excuse
me. Sorry, sorry.

- Hey!
- Oh, whoa, whoa.

- Ooh!
- Not... not that kind of party.

She's heading outside.

Hey. Hey, excuse me.

Um, can I catch a ride with you?

There's this guy inside.

He's, like, totally stalking me.

Get in.

I lost her. She's in
a black SUV rideshare.

She's heading
towards the bridge.

Wait. I think I just
found her rideshare.

I'm pulling him over now.

Vernon and 48th.

FBI! Hands up, now!

Ray, it's not her.

His name's Johnny Delgado.

The housekeeper found
him when she came in.

1-6 called me when they
saw the knitting needle,

I called you.

Must be the guy Mia
picked up last night.

Certainly matches Mia's MO
with the knitting needle

and the ligature
marks around his neck.

Johnny thought he
was getting lucky

and ended up with
a serial killer.

Talk about a
reversal of fortune.

You have a pep in
your step today.

Really?

Anything you can
attribute that to?

Uh...

woke up on the right
side of the bed, I guess.

And the anger issues that
we touched on last time?

Mm, I'm good.

Are you?

We were exploring your tattoo

and your affinity
with the 4B movement.

Yeah, I thought we talked
about all that already.

I sense there's trauma
in your past, Mia.

Some event that's made you
averse or distrustful of men.

It was a long time ago.

Many traumas are.

Are you here to make progress

or to fulfill some kind
of legal obligation?

Uh, when I was 15,

in Amherst where I grew up,

my dad saw a flyer at the
college where he worked.

A grad student was
offering guitar lessons.

So every Friday

after class...

I'd go over to his
house with my guitar.

What happened inside the house?

Well, the good news is

I can absolutely crush the
intro to "Stairway to Heaven."

And the bad?

Uh, the bad.

Yeah, he groomed me.

He told me I'd never
really understand music

until I had sex.

So after every lesson, he'd...

Undress me.

I'm so sorry.

That's despicable.

Do we know what time

Mia and the victim
entered the building?

Security footage has them
entering just before 2:00.

Oh, cell phone.

The victim's?

Uh, I don't know.
Let's check it out.

Can you open that up?

Yep, it is his.

Looks like he used
a rideshare app

for a pickup here at 2:46 a.m.

Chances are he was
already dead by then.

So then it must have been Mia.

Where'd he take her?

Corwin Library, Upper West Side.

I doubt she was
taking a book out

at 3:00 in the morning.

Must be a landmark
near where she lives.

Have Barnes and
Ray meet us there.

Bag it for ERT.

Have you ever told anyone?

No.

No, how could I?

I let him do what he wanted

and I blamed myself.

But you realize none
of that was your fault.

N-none of it.

Well, that's
easy to say now.

See this expensive scarf?

He got it for me as a
Christmas gift that year.

What was your rapist's name?

His name?

His name was Marcus.

Mia's in one of these
brownstones or apartments.

Fan out and hit every building
within a two-block radius.

Don't you think it's time

to deal with the fallout
from this trauma?

I'm trying.

Are you?

Well, for one thing, I took
this vile gift he gave me

and repurposed it.

How so?

I reclaimed it

and turned it into
something I enjoy.

Something useful.

I beg to differ, Mia.

This predator, he still
has agency over you.

Have you ever considered
going to the police?

Oh yeah, I
wonder how that would go.

I'm a stripper just
out of the loony bin,

and he's a fancy professor
at Barkley College.

A perfect setup for a predator.

Men like Marcus...

they don't change, do they?

Not without some
kind of intervention.

See, now I feel like
we're on the same page.

I really need to deal
with my Marcus problem

head-on, don't I?

Excuse me, sir?

Hi, FBI. We're looking
for this woman.

Does she live here?

Yeah, that's the young lady

who moved in with
Mrs. Cheswick.

Is she home right now?

You just missed them.

They took Eleanor's
Caddy out of the garage

about half an hour ago.

OK, where'd they go?

Not my place to ask.

I need access to her
townhouse now, please.

She's got an arsenal of
knitting needles here.

Clothes and
toiletries spread out

in her old lady's bedroom
like she was in a hurry.

Same thing in Mia's room.

Smells like a road trip to me.

Did we ping their cell phones?

Uh, both phones are down.

I found Eleanor's checkbook,

and the last three checks are
written to a Dr. Conrad Kagan,

subject line, "for
Mia's therapy."

Text me Kagan's office address.

Barnes and Ray,
hit his residence.

Nina, the garage.

We need to find out where
Mia and Eleanor are headed.

- Feel when you're...
- FBI.

Excuse me. What do you
think you're doing?

Step outside, sir.

Step outside.

Are you Mia Travis's shrink?

That's none of your business.

I don't have time for the
doctor-patient runaround.

Mia murdered four people
in the last month.

Four men?

Bravo, Dr. Freud.

She left New York
a couple hours ago.

Where is she going?

I... uh, I'm
not exactly sure,

but there's a professor
at Barkley College

who raped her repeatedly
when she was 15.

In Boston?

Uh, his first name is Marcus.

Last name?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Marcus Everett.

He's an associate professor
at Barkley College of Music.

Home address?

573 Corsica Street.

It's a house in
Allston neighborhood.

All right, that's exit
131 off the Mass Pike.

All right, we'll
secure the house first.

Have PD track him
down at the college.

Did Mia's shrink tell you why
she might be targeting him?

Marcus raped her
when she was 15.

And more than once.

This is all starting to
make some sense then.

This is where the man who
put me in the hospital lives.

It's a very nice home.

Um,

you should ring the doorbell.

He... he probably
won't let me in.

And then what?

Tell him your car broke down
and you need to use his phone.

I'm sorry to disturb
you, young man.

May I use your phone?

My car, something's
wrong with it.

Uh...

sure.

C-come in. Come in.

This is my great niece.

Uh, what's going on here?

You've forgotten me already.

Marcus, who are these people?

A young bride and a baby?

I gotta say,

I'm a little surprised
that you settled down.

What's your name, honey?

Celeste.

What are you doing here?

Do you remember

this beautiful scarf that
you got me for Christmas?

I was 15.

Marcus?

I came here to return it to you.

You told me he owed
you money, Mia.

He owes me a lot
more than money.

There's Eleanor's Cadillac.

She's probably inside with Mia.

Let's take this slow, my people.

You're trespassing in my home.

Trespassing, ooh.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Um...

Sit.

Sit down.

OK. Oh, OK.

OK, OK, OK, OK.

What's going on in there?

Hard to tell.

I don't see any movement.

I do see a side door, though.

So what? We
no-knock and breach?

No, this chick's too volatile.

She's got hostages.

We need to get the drop on her.

I'll try to find a way in.

Go easy if you get
to talk to her, OK?

She's not going to respond
well to an aggressive male.

You're right.

This might go better
if you're with me.

You take the side, I'll
circle around back.

It's very simple, Marcus.

You tell Celeste here
what you did to me,

and I'll leave.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Tell her, or I will
cut your throat.

Tell her!

Please don't do this.

Do you think I'm
bluffing right now?

You've made me kill
four people already!

Oh, Mia, that can't be true.

Four predators just like you!

There's no reason to stop now.

Got a window open
on the second floor.

Copy.

OK.

Guys, I'm in.

I'm going to head
towards the kitchen.

I'm in.

Do what she says, Marcus, so
we can get her out of here.

I gave her guitar lessons
10 or 12 years ago.

What else did you give me?

What else?

Ah!

We had sex.

Sex, Marcus?

Say what it was.

Tell your pretty wife

or I will kill you right in
front of her and her baby.

I made you have sex with me.

Say the word!

I raped you.

Oh, my God.

But I'm not like that anymore!

FBI.

Drop the knife, Mia.

How many times, Marcus, hmm?

20, 30 times?

I wasn't keeping score.

You bastard!

Let him go!

You got what you wanted.

You know, I should
just cut his throat.

What do I have to lose?

You really want your
aunt to see that?

Mia...

I know what you're
going through.

I understand.

But you don't want
revenge this way.

Don't traumatize these
two innocent women.

E-Eleanor can leave.

You got the power now, Mia.

We heard his confession.

He said he raped you and
he will go to prison.

Let's make sure of that.

How many other guitar students
were there besides me?

- Please.
- No.

I know you don't keep score,

but ballpark it
for Celeste here!

I don't know!

Then say their names.

Say their names!

I can't! There's too
many to remember.

That's what I thought.

Drop the knife.

Turn around, put your
hands behind your back.

- Celeste...
- Don't come near us.

You, up now.

All I did was make
him tell the truth.

Yeah.

What about the
other four bodies?

Get her out of here.

I'll call the Sex Crimes Unit.

Let's go.

Mm.

So I had a long talk with Tink
on my drive home from Boston.

Oh, yeah?

She came clean and told
me that she forgave Brett

and he moved back in officially.

Well, that's a good
thing, I guess.

Give somebody a second chance.

He doesn't deserve
the second chance.

I mean, he lied to
her about being fired

and then sat getting drunk
at a bar for days on end.

- No, and I'm... like, it's not...
- So...

I meant, like, it's
not what you would do.

But she obviously
loves her husband.

She wants to make it work.

Her husband who put
her in a hospital.

No, her husband who
accepted treatment.

I don't get it.

But, I mean, if that's
what she's going to do,

then Brett can figure out how
to pay the mortgage company

the $36,000 that they owe,

because I don't want
to be a part of it.

All right, honey. Um...

I wanted to tell you in person.

So um...

Before Tink left for Texas,
I... I wrote her a check.

You what?

You didn't think maybe
you should ask me?

Well, you know we
have the money.

This is not a huge deal.
- It's not about the money.

That's my family.

That... that was my
decision to make,

not for you to go behind my
back without talking to me.

Right, OK, just your family.

All right, I'm sorry.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Yes, because you're
really being punished,

aren't you, Stuart?

We're having a
conversation about this.

No, this is more
than a conversation.

You're pissed off at your sister

because she's getting
back together with Brett,

and you're taking it out on me.

Wrong.

I'm pissed off at both of you

for lying to me.

I'm going to go for a walk.

Damn it.