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Previously on You…

Okay, where is Reagan?

She's dead.

So Maddie is Reagan.

Reagan is dead because Joe forced Maddie to kill her.

Kate, what the fuck?

- Where are we going? - To London.

Because Mummy did something bad,

we have to go so I can make it better.

- Hi, Nadia. - I know who you are. What do you want?

What I want is to get you out of here.

Are you happy, Bronte?

According to my lawyer, it doesn't matter if it's all wild speculation.

You have fucked my chances of getting Henry back.

Joe Goldberg is a serial killer.

Joe Goldberg killed both my babies.

That psycho absolutely killed my best friend, Peach.

Or maybe I know a way to fix this.

The hard truth is that he was hurting Bronte.

I had to save her because I loved her.

What? You saved me?

Clayton started the fight.

What Joe did wasn't murder. It was self-defense.

Is it possible what we had wasn't all a lie?

- Thanks very much. I'm such a klutz. - Have a good night.

- It's Louise, right? - What?

Wait! No!

Emily Brontë wrote,

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

Are our souls the same?

Mm. Mmm.

I think they are.

But I've been wrong before.

Relationships are delicate.

Tricky.

In the past I was afraid to show all of myself.

Maybe because, deep down, I knew they'd reject me.

You're broken.

I'm not the problem, my husband is the problem.

I thought you'd be happy to see me.

You're a murderer, Joe.

You have killed so many people.

But you, Bronte, led me to believe you can love all of me.

Can you?

I need to know for sure.

Because if not, you're just the woman who destroyed my life.

And there will be consequences.

Joe, why the fuck am I chained to the bed?

Oh, here, I'll… I'll help you.

Your ankle was swollen.

I thought it might be sprained, so I didn't want you to walk on it.

I'll get you out…

- Ow! Fuck! - Yeah, I'll… I'll get you some ice.

I was attacked by that…

…guy with the van?

Yeah. He hit your head pretty hard. You fell.

I think that's when, you know…

Here. Your ankle.

You were there.

You're afraid of me.

I guess I don't blame you after what you've seen.

But honestly, Bronte, you're the one with more to answer for.

I saw the threats you were getting online.

Some asshole with more followers than sense

put a hit out on you.

It's crazy

how some people will just believe what strangers say about you on the Internet.

Isn't it?

I guess we, um…

We should probably… talk about that.

Do you mean the catfishing?

Yes.

Specifically about the catfishing.

I…

I just want to know why.

Well, I told you that, um…

I read Guinevere Beck's book.

Uh, what I didn't tell you is

she was my friend.

Now, that I didn't see coming.

So, when Beck died, it…

…completely rattled me.

And I just ended up being a part of this group

who thought that you could be her actual killer.

Then I got to know you and I began to suspect that we were wrong.

So what happened between you and me…

was that real?

Not at first.

But it became real.

Despite my best efforts to think of you as a monster, I just…

I couldn't.

So it's true. It was real.

So there was DNA evidence.

And you made that go away.

It was an unforgivable mistake.

I know I can't give you the last few years of your life back,

but I want to make this right.

Has this got anything to do with that little TikTok video that I heard about?

The whole world knows you married a sicko and now you've gotta save your skin

and convince yourself that you are a good person.

- No, it's not about me. - Yeah, right.

Are you going to tell me now

that you didn't know Joe was the Eat the Rich Killer?

The Eat the Rich Killer?

- That was Joe. - No.

I take it it's now landing on you just how obvious this all is?

Your friends died. Starting with your boyfriend.

Joe was just clearing a path for himself and you ate it all up.

I didn't know.

But I know now. And I promise you…

I'm going to put Joe away forever.

But first I'm going to get you out of here.

Use your words, lambchop.

Tell me what's wrong.

I couldn't find my purple Adidas

and now I have green shoes and a purple bag and I look so dumb.

Hey, you are way too cool to care about things like that.

In fact, I think we both know

that by this time next week, everyone's going to be wearing purple and green.

Come on! Bring it in.

Oh!

Okay! Go on. Nanny's waiting in the car.

- If you're not early, you're late. - You're late.

You okay?

What a good daddy you are.

Thanks.

You know…

I was going to go to the gym,

but maybe you can work me out instead.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Uh, I mean, it's just we…

We haven't done that since, you know…

- Mm? - Does this mean you forgive me?

- Oh… - For cheating?

Are you trying to kill the vibe?

You know what?

We can talk about forgiveness later.

After about a half a dozen orgasms.

Okay, loser?

Okay… Whoa, 'kay!

Mmm!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, I missed you.

Oh, so much, baby!

"Baby"?

- What the fuck? - Maddie?

What did you just call me?

No, no, wait, stop. Maddie, I know it's you.

Why… Why are you pretending to be Reagan?

How long you been pretending to be Reagan?

- Where is she? - Can you stop being crazy?

No, no, stop! Stop. Where's Reagan?

Why is she doing this? Why are you doing this, Maddie?

Stop calling me that! You really are on thin fucking ice here, buddy.

- Know that? - Where's Reagan?

- Please don't ask me that! - Where is Reagan?

- Don't ask me that! Please! - Come on!

Oh, hey, here's a good one. "I heard Joe Goldberg is a clone."

- Oh! - Yeah.

- "This, uh, Bronte bitch…" - Hmm.

"…looks like she eats people."

Ooh, this is nice.

"Joe Goldberg, you immortal or what?"

And there's a picture of a civil war soldier,

who could basically be anybody with mutton chops added.

I'm not sure that that's not you.

This…

It feels like soulmates.

But fool me once…

Tell me something true.

- Like? - Like,

something you would be embarrassed for people to know about you.

And let's skip the small stuff, please. We've all stolen candy from a bodega.

- Hmm. - I think we can do better than that.

Let's see. Um…

Uh…

I once crashed a stranger's funeral.

- Okay. All right. Okay. For… Why? - Mm-hmm.

Uh, I guess to… Just to see if I'd cry.

I didn't cry at my mom's.

I guess actually the…

the real confession is…

I wanted my mom to die.

She was just, um…

It was so dark.

Seeing her like that for so long. I sometimes thought about

just giving her some extra morphine, maybe she'd just fall asleep.

In the end I didn't have the guts, so…

I wonder what was more cruel? Like, what I did do for her or…

what I didn't do.

One of the hardest situations anybody would ever have to face.

There's no… right answer.

Okay.

Your turn and, um… it better be good.

You baring your heart makes me want to bare mine,

but now that we're here, what if I scare you?

Say it.

The confession that's

peeking behind your eyes, just say it.

I wanted to kill Clayton.

I saw his hands on you

and I knew right then that I would kill him.

And I would do whatever I had to to protect you.

And I looked at you.

And I think part of you wanted me to.

What do you think about that?

That scares me.

But I…

I find it comforting.

So you don't want to leave?

I've been asking myself

why I haven't just gone back to Ohio.

It's… It's you.

I don't want to run. I want to be here

with you.

I have something for you.

- All right. - Oh, God, whatever this is,

it better be worth it.

- Ah… - Okay.

- No peeking, no peeking. - Oh!

Okay.

Mm.

- Warmer. And a little bit warmer. - Okay.

- Okay, there's a chair. - Okay.

Yep, yep, yep, yep…

Okay.

I'm Dane, by the way.

- It's Louise, right? - What?

Joe…

What is this?

This is for you.

This man

targeted you.

He hurt you.

He was going to take you somewhere, I don't know what he had planned,

but the zip ties in his van painted a picture.

Bronte. I don't want to hide who I am anymore.

So think of this…

…as a kind of offering. A life with me means

no one would ever hurt you again.

Whatever you want me to do to him, I'll do it. Let him out?

Never let him out.

The choice is yours.

Joe, this… This is crazy.

You really trust me?

How do you know I won't call the cops?

Honestly, I don't. You fooled me before, you could do it again.

But… I think

I have figured out who you are.

Have you?

Well, you write about taking down abusers.

You catfished someone you thought could be a serial killer

to avenge a friend.

You didn't create Bronte just for me. I think you decided who you want to be.

Then you dared the world to see you.

I saw you.

Sorry.

Fuck me. That's…

Just one second, one second. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, just…

What? What is it?

Boo-Boo? I did a bad thing.

Harrison realized that I wasn't Reagan,

and then he kept asking where she was and I think he could tell I was lying,

but I was afraid he was gonna call the cops so I bonked him,

and now I don't know what to do!

Joe, please, you're the only one that can fix this.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Hurry.

Fucking Maddie. Worst timing ever.

Going somewhere?

Hey, it's an actual emergency.

I'll be back as soon as possible. I'm so sorry.

You can't just leave me here with him. What am I supposed to do?

Oh. You… You talk to him. See what he deserves.

You need to make your own decision.

Really. Here.

I'll leave you a key.

Just in case.

If you want to wash your hands of all this,

go back to Ohio, be Louise,

I will understand.

But in my experience, finding who you are starts…

with taking your power back.

Come on, Bronte.

Be who I know you can be.

Show me you're the one.

Darlings!

- It's Lady Phoebe! - Ah!

Are you joking?

Who is this strapping young lad I see before me

and where is my tiny, baby nephew?

You didn't come to New York for Christmas. You promised.

I know. I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

I got snowed in in Ljubljana.

They hadn't seen that much snow in 60 years.

Henry, can you go get dressed for dinner? We have reservations in 30 minutes.

Sushi?

- Of course. - Yes!

How's he doing?

He's, um…

He's having a hard time.

But it's only the beginning of the ugliness, I suppose.

Drink?

Just a sparkling water please, darling. Four months dry.

Good on you.

Kate…

Kate, come on, it's me.

He killed our friends, Phoebs.

He killed Malcolm.

I've been…

I've been sleeping… for three years,

next to the man who...

Kate, it's my fault.

I… I kept bringing Joe into our orbit. I encouraged you to give him a chance.

No, no, no, no…

None of this is your fault, Phoebe.

No one told me to marry Joe or to help put an innocent girl in prison.

Can you promise me when this is over that we'll swear off men

and grow old in the countryside together?

- Yes. - Yes?

No! Come on!

You!

Putting people in cages? Who even are you?

I thought we were bros!

Never bros.

Okay. All right, let's just calm down. I know how this must sound...

How it sounds? Are you fucking nuts?!

You're going down for this, you psycho.

What a mess. I should be with you, not listening to this grown man

- have a temper tantrum. - What? You're gonna kill me too?

Probably. Double homicide.

Accidental OD, murder/sui. Really, it'd be too easy.

Joe. Joe! Can we just…

- Uh… - Come…

You cannot kill him! Okay?

I mean, I would rather go to jail. Just…

Just do your mind magic. You know?

Get him on our side. Like you did with me.

You can do this without violence.

Please?

He's everything to me.

I guess I have just narrowly escaped a flurry of murder allegations

and I'm nothing if not romantic.

All right. Fine.

Mind magic it is.

What…

What the…

Jesus.

Where am I?

Oh, shit. It's you.

Oh!

Hi, Dane.

- It is Dane, right? - What the fuck is this?

Try not to panic. I know it can be intimidating.

I got locked in there once.

I saw this in the interview. Wait…

Wait, he put me in here? Why?

Why did you attack me?

Wait, is he here?

- Answer the question. - No, I want to talk to him.

- I want to talk to him! - Well, you're talking to me.

And I have been tasked with deciding what Joe does to you,

so if you want to walk out of here alive…

…you're gonna have to answer my questions.

Fine.

I wanted to teach you a lesson.

Women like you are always selling guys out.

That's kind of ironic, right?

The guy that you were looking out for, he put you in a cage.

What was the plan then, um, with the zip ties?

What were you planning on doing with me after you got me to the next place?

Let me out of here.

Just talk to me, Dane.

Let me out of here, you fucking bitch!

Stupid fucking whore!

Let me out!

Interesting.

Whore! Whore! You…

Fareedi. You're being transferred.

What?

Get out.

Hi, Nadia.

What the fuck are you playing at?

Do you think this is some fucking spy movie?

- Did… Did you just bust me out of prison? - You were released legally.

- Oh, my... - Albeit expeditiously and discreetly.

I gave them a chance to vacate this shoddy conviction without stain.

What do you want from me?

Help me take down Joe. I have a mountain of evidence against him.

What I don't have is an eyewitness who is not in his corner.

Unlike me, you had the guts not to look the other way.

You saw the real Joe.

It ruined me.

Do you even get that?

And my dad's heart gave up just after my trial.

This… This whole thing, it literally killed him!

How fucking dare you ask me for anything but forgiveness?

I'll never ask you for forgiveness, Nadia.

I don't deserve it.

Together, we can make Joe pay for what he's done.

The plan is simple, Harrison.

You just have to go on living like you have been for a few more days.

And then Reagan will have a boating accident.

And… she'll be declared dead.

And that's it. No more lying.

You and Maddie get to be together for real, above board.

You don't have to hide anymore.

Just like we always dreamed of, Har.

A boating accident?

Yeah. Joe's got it all planned out. It's…

It's gonna make it look like she rented a boat

and went overboard and just drowned.

Oh, my God. No.

Hey, hey, hey. Listen, listen, listen, listen…

It's just like Maddie told you.

Reagan pushed us into an impossible corner.

It came down to either her or Maddie.

I know I'm glad it's Maddie. Aren't you?

She didn't have to die, though.

Oh, my God!

I can't believe I have to deal with these two morons.

Come on, Joe, this is not rocket science.

How hard could it be to get these two past this?

I've been where they are, got through it. May have taken some therapy, but…

Wait. That's it.

All right, Maddie. Come on. Sit down.

What?

- Come here. Sit down. - Okay. Okay, okay.

Look at her. Harrison.

She is the love of your life.

She is the mother of your child.

Yeah, I know all about how you agreed to let Maddie carry your child.

And stood by and watched while Reagan tormented her, bullied her,

pushed her out of Gretchen's life.

You did, uh, nothing.

No. No. Hey, I'm sorry… I didn't… I tried.

- And still look at how much she loves you! - I love you.

She would risk her life for you, she would kill for you.

If you ask me, man, you don't deserve her.

You're right.

I don't.

And yet, you can still do right by her.

The two of you can have everything now. Love, freedom.

Family.

Don't you want that?

- More than anything. - Yeah.

All you have to do is keep this between us.

Stick to the plan, man.

You got that?

Yes. Here we go.

I'm sorry, Maddie.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Reagan was mean. She was… cruel.

But if there's one thing I know it's that murder's wrong.

Fucking sanctimonious twat.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Joe?

Joe. Joe, wait!

I've had enough of this nonsense. Mind magic isn't working.

Wait, wait, you can't kill him!

We tried, Maddie.

- No, Joe, please! - I don't have time for this!

We are getting closer. He's gonna break.

I swear, I swear, just… just let me try, Joe, please? Please?

You have 15 minutes.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Harrison? Hey, Harrison.

I need you to listen to me. Okay?

If you don't start cooperating,

Joe is gonna do something very bad to you and I don't think that I can stop him.

At least I'll die with my honor.

Honor? Really?

Well, then, why were you fucking me then?

I mean, you were unfaithful to your wife for years.

Where was your little superiority complex then, huh?

Or do you just adjust your moral compass to suit your needs?

You're right.

I'm such a piece of shit. I'm just a fucking piece of shit.

That's all… I'm so stupid.

No.

- No, no, please don't, no, baby, shush. - I'm a stupid man.

- No stop it. Shut up! - Help.

- Can't you please, I'm so… - Stop it. Just shut up! Shut up!

Uh…

Now, you listen to me.

You are a piece of shit and I still love you

and that is the whole fucking point.

I am asking you to love me for my piece of shitness.

Have you calmed down now?

Gotten all your big, mad, woman-hating feelings out?

I do not hate women.

I just wish that they talked less.

Okay, did Mommy coddle you too much or was she mean?

You shut your mouth about my mother.

Oh!

I'm guessing coddled.

My mom was the epitome of what a woman should be.

My mom was perfect.

Was?

Oh, fuck you, you don't care.

She passed?

She's sick.

For four years now she's been sick.

You take care of her?

That's…

Fuck, that's… that's hard.

I took care of my mom, um,

right till the end.

I don't know what's happening to me.

This never happens, I…

Fuck!

No, I'm just…

I'm just tired.

It's the cage.

There's nowhere to hide. I mean, it… it strips you down

until you're made of nothing… but fear.

So you feel compelled to confess everything.

Because you never felt so seen.

You're still there.

Haven't let him go.

Could it be because you know what he deserves,

because I'm right about you?

Literally a couple of hours ago, I was in prison

with absolutely no end in sight,

and now I'm in a five-star hotel in designer trainers

being served tea by Lady fucking Phoebe.

Can't imagine what you've been through.

Thanks.

Yeah, I sort of feel like I should know better than to trust any of this.

Especially when it's from someone that would marry Joe Goldberg.

Well, you overlook a lot when you're in love.

Kate may seem cold and ruthless.

But she loves harder than anyone I know.

And whilst we've both had questionable taste in men,

what is never in question is when Kate's in your corner,

you can trust her to the end.

Remember how we talked about visiting Oxford

where Tolkien and Oscar Wilde went to university?

Well, Auntie Phoebe is going to take you there tomorrow

and when you get there...

I want to go home to see Dad. I'm not afraid of him.

Your dad is in a bit of trouble.

And we aren't going to be able to see him

for a long time.

Because he hurt people?

That's right.

And the police are very angry with him.

He's going to jail?

Well, yes. Probably.

You're lying.

- No. - I don't believe you.

- Henry. Henry… - You made Daddy mad.

This is all your fault.

Henry!

So, you got kicked out of school at 15?

Go on.

What, are you trying to…

Trying to humanize me?

So you won't have to tell your man to come in here and kill me?

You know, I hate to break it to you, Dane,

but this has nothing to do with you.

This is about me.

Well, for what it's worth…

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for attacking you.

Thank you for your apology.

Turns out…

Turns out you're not so bad.

I'm gonna be more careful next time.

"Next time"?

I just mean I'm only going to go after females

that really deserve it.

But nobody… nobody deserves that, Dane, fucking ever.

Don't you fucking get loud with me, you little bitch.

God, Joe was right.

You are a waste of time. God damn it.

Yeah? Yeah?

My friend, Beck,

was murdered by an angry, fragile, little shit heel just like you!

Well…

I hope she died screaming.

Harrison, look at me.

I still love you, but you know what?

Fuck it. Don't love me,

but can you just think of Gretchen?

She needs you.

And I think that maybe she might need me too.

We could give her…

…a father and a mother

who truly love her.

Oh, Harrison…

I need you.

I do.

Because I don't think I could cope with what I did…

without you.

Phoebe?

Hi, Dad.

Hey, hey. Whoa.

Hey, bub.

What are you doing? Where are you? Are you with Auntie Lady Phoebe?

We're in London. I'm going to Oxford tomorrow.

What?

Wow! Wow. You're in London. What are you doing in London?

Mom says you're going to jail. Is that true?

You know what, I'm sure she was just having a little joke. Um…

Do you… Do you think you could put Mommy on the phone please?

Mom.

Dad wants to talk to you.

Henry, did you call him?

Kate, I'm so sorry. I was just charging my phone.

Could you take him into the other room?

Yes, yes.

Come on, darling. Come on.

Joe?

You took my child overseas? Are you fucking crazy?

It's in my right to do so based on the custody agreement you signed.

You told him I'm going to jail?

What kind of sick person says that to a six-year-old?

I know it was you. The Eat the Rich Killer.

I have been stupid and complicit and blind for too long, but no longer.

I am taking you down.

You're making a very big mistake.

And you will never see your son again.

Vengeful cunt!

How I ever thought I loved her.

Fucking Kate. Fucking Maddie!

What? You left?

You let him go?

Fine. I got my answer. You're not the one.

But I'll deal with you later, Bronte.

Time's up for these two.

What the…

It's all good. Really.

I promise. Tell him?

You have my word.

I won't say anything.

To be clear, I won't ever forgive you for your part in any of this.

But we have decided that our family is all that matters.

We're all fucking monsters.

- But we can love each other anyway. - "Love each other anyway."

How can these two imbeciles deserve love more than me?

After everything I've done for you, everything I've lost.

I have nothing. No one.

Um…

Hmm.

Whoo. Okay. Well, don't make me regret this.

I'm happy for you guys.

What?

You stayed?

Well, it looks like we're down a player.

Got his address. Passwords.

Told him we'd be watching him

and we'd come after him if he called the police

or if he hurt anyone else.

"We"?

At first, I thought this whole thing was a grand gesture.

Till I realized it was a test.

For me. Not for him.

So I thought…

…why don't we cut through the bullshit?

What…

What are you doing?

We both know there's no lying in here, so…

…ask me anything.

Are you still catfishing me?

No.

Do you regret it?

Yes and no.

Do you love me?

I wasn't expecting that one.

Do you?

Yes.

Even when I killed for you?

I believe that sometimes

we have to take matters into our own hands.

So then why'd you let Dane go?

Because I need autonomy too, Joe.

Guys like Dane, they're a dime a dozen. You can't protect me from all of them.

What if I try?

What if I killed everyone who tried to hurt you?

What if it's enough for me

that you want to?

Okay.

Come on, your turn.

Right. Already? I…

Trust begets trust.

Have you ever killed anyone innocent?

No. Never.

Then what are you so afraid to tell me?

Well, I like it. I enjoy it.

The killing.

It's…

It's who I am.

Without it, I'm… I, uh...

You're what?

Well, I think there's always been two sides to me.

And I used to feel bad about that.

But then something happened in London.

I accepted… what I am.

Then why do you need me to sanction it?

I guess I need…

to know you won't leave.

'Cause everybody leaves.

Like your mom?

I stalked you for years, Joe.

So I know she…

She dropped you at a boys' home when you were 12.

What happened?

She was afraid of me.

So she threw me away, started a new family.

Uh, I… I think… I think I've had enough for now.

Can you please let me out?

Not yet.

I don't think that you're being honest with yourself.

You don't enjoy killing people, Joe.

Bronte, I blew up my marriage over it.

- I, uh… I need it. - No, you don't.

But you have…

You've convinced yourself that you need to do it in order to earn love.

You didn't deserve to be abandoned.

I'm sorry that she did that.

That says more about her than about you.

And that dark side that took over, it sounds like…

Like that was the protector that little Joe,

that he needed, when she left you.

Makes sense that after years of heartbreak…

the protector would end up in the driver's seat.

Joe, what if you didn't…

You didn't have to kill people

to prove your love.

What if you could trust that the person you love…

…would not leave you.

I'm not going anywhere, Joe.

♪ Thick as thieves ♪

♪ You know I'm not lying ♪

♪ Chalk it up, my sweet ♪

♪ And say it's time for flying ♪

Who are you?

I'm fucking Bronte.

And I see you, Joe Goldberg.

Now I see that every heartache, every mistake,

every life I took was necessary

because it all led me to you.

What are you smiling about?

I'm just feeling inspired.

To write.

Dreaming about what's next for the Huntress and the Magician.

Now that they've overcome the enemies-to-lovers trope.

Mmm.

And fell into another trope.

Really? What's that?

"She fixed him."

- I totally did fix you. - Hmm.

- You slutty, little mess. - Oh.

This is some story.

Is it enough?

To put Joe Goldberg in prison for life? Without doubt.

So long as you're willing to testify, Miss Fareedi.

It will mean you going public.

Well, so much of my life has already been made public and it's all lies, so,

whatever it takes.

And you, Miss Lockwood?

To be frank, you're more than complicit in many of these allegations.

There'll be no guarantee of immunity.

Whatever it takes.

I'm sorry to say this won't be a very swift process,

even with the ample evidence in hand.

- It could take years. - Years?

It will be worth it, I promise. I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Christ, it's like he knows.

Hi, Kate. I don't want to take up too much of your time,

I just want to apologize.

I haven't been myself.

But I have been fortunate enough

to be reminded of who I really am.

I'm sorry, you never knew the real me.

What's going on, Joe? What is this new game that you're playing?

No, no, Kate. It's not…

They're not games. I'm… I'm free.

I'm unburdened, I'm encouraging you to unburden yourself too.

I see, and how do I do that?

Give me my son back.

It's wrong to use a child as a chess piece.

You know, you sound more deranged than ever.

Joe, I'm well beyond your manipulation.

One day your son will know that you're a fucking serial killer.

Kate… Kate, my conscience is clean.

If we're being honest,

you have killed way more people.

I have never killed any children.

You have made me feel invincible, Bronte.

Because you understand me in a way the others never could.

I don't need to kill to earn your love.

But I know if I do…

…you won't abandon me for it.

I can't.

Years?

He will not stop, you know that, he won't stop.

There's no other way.

- What are you saying? - I see it now.

It's almost a relief.

We have to fucking kill him.