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Thank you.

Amen.

Morning.

Oh, my.

Sorry for the pre -dawn wake -up. Couldn't be helped.

I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Aldous Cromwell, Naval Intelligence.

Lieutenant on the Crime Task Force.

Good morning.

I'm here to brief you on a murder with national security implications.

Yesterday, the body of Matthew Wheeler was pulled from the Charles River near

Cambridge, Massachusetts.

He was an honors graduate of the U .S. Naval Academy.

His father is Admiral Calvin Wheeler, special advisor to the President on

nuclear weapons dismantling.

So far, our investigation shows no sign of involvement by either foreign or

terrorist organizations.

We need to know what happened.

What was the cause of death?

Unknown at this time, sir.

He was found wearing only shorts and sneakers with extensive injuries. The

is currently en route to your facility.

Do you know of anything that would have made Admiral Wheeler's son a target? No,

ma 'am.

Time is of the essence.

Ladies.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

He certainly came a long way to give us almost no information.

Anybody else smell a rat? A big fat one, but the cat looked good bringing it in.

He's got extensive body trauma.

Broken nose, jaw, fractures in both hands, internal bleeding, and the

impressions on his chest look like knuckles.

Wasn't quick, was it? Maybe he was tortured. Well, his father wouldn't

classified information.

This isn't about national security.

Lieutenant Cromwell knows it.

Someone tried to get rid of the body? Yeah. Wheeler was in the water for three

days, putting his death at Saturday.

No blood evidence from his attacker because it was washed away from the

but there was knotted around his neck.

Then could her hatred sink to travelers?

Well, if he was wearing it for protection, it certainly let him down.

FBI. We're here to see Admiral Wheeler.

Sir,

the FBI is here.

I'm Admiral Wheeler.

Agent Malone and Waters.

Sir, thank you for coming.

Sorry for your loss, sir.

Come in, please.

How should we do this?

Admiral, some of our questions may sound disrespectful or unfeeling.

They're not meant to be.

I understand.

Does your son have any friends or acquaintances you didn't approve of?

I don't have 26.

He didn't need my approval for his friends or his private life. Admiral,

son was an adult, but he was still your son.

He didn't really have the luxury of a private life.

I guess I pretended that he had one.

He was monitored periodically for...

Security reasons. So Naval Intelligence kept an eye on him.

They told me Matt gambled.

It was just poker games at first and horse races.

It got out of hand somehow.

He was in for $15 ,000.

I see.

Admiral, would you mind if I looked around your son's apartment?

No. No, please, don't get high.

Sir, were you ever approached by anyone Matt owed money to?

I could have paid, but he would have gladly.

They didn't have to kill him.

Well, that's just it, sir. They may not have.

The people Matt owed would have come to you before they resorted to murder.

He couldn't have had any of their enemies.

grown man.

I'd let him tell me in his own time.

I didn't know what to say to him.

Thank you, sir.

Whatever happened to Matt, I think that he's not coming.

Sam, Sam, Sam, you're putting orange juice in yours. Ah.

Grabbed your leg.

Mom? Hmm?

Jane Clausen's having a sleepover on Saturday, and she wants to know if I can

go. Well, Chloe, you can definitely go over and play, but I don't know about

Jane overnight.

Come on, Mom.

Well, why not just have a slumber party here?

I mean, you could use the living room, camp out.

How? Mom?

Well, you know what? I'll think about it, okay?

Please, please, please.

Don't you have to finish getting ready for school?

I'll be all right.

All right,

I probably shouldn't have suggested it, but, you know, a slumber party is a rite

of passage.

And Bailey has checked everybody out, her teacher, all the parents of everyone

in her class.

I'll help out.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Before he left home for the last time, Matt Wheeler took off his ring and his

watch, but he kept his St. Christopher medal on.

I think there's a chance he knew that his life was in danger.

If someone planned to kill him, why not use a gun or a knife? Why sustain

beating with bare fists?

Do the surveillance reports indicate any threats against him?

Surprisingly, no.

He had gotten in over his head with the gamblers.

Let's find out exactly who he owed.

His rent was late, credit cards maxed and three months overdue, his bank

bone dry. But his body was full of drugs.

Cortisone and amphetamines. Speed and steroids.

Energy and stamina, almost like he knew it was coming.

Boston PD just called.

It's another dead punching bag.

Why is it I'm always cold in this town?

You okay?

I just hate this place.

You know this neighborhood?

See that building over there?

It's where my father used to do business, if you could call it that.

It's where he collected what was owed to him.

One day, I'm 12, 13.

I walk in unexpected.

He's beating the crap out of some poor bastard.

Turns to me, he says, you see this?

This is what happens to people who are too soft, John.

I know you meant me.

John Doe.

No ID.

Won't seem to fit the pattern.

Latino male, late 20s, wearing just shorts and running shoes.

Beaten badly.

No sign a weapon was used on him, other than a pair of fists.

Both hands and one foot appear broken.

Body temp indicates he's been dead less than a day. So he was killed on

Saturday.

Wheeler was killed a week ago Saturday.

Saturday, and Boss is turning out to be the most violent day of the week.

Well, if his hands are any indication, he did some pretty serious damage to

whoever killed him. Maybe enough to lay that person in a hospital.

John, send a heads up to every hospital and clinic in the area. Tell them to

report anyone who looks like he's been in a fight of his life.

Got it.

This guy claims he was hit by a car in a hit -and -run. When the paramedics

brought him in, he tried to leave, but he passed out.

He's got no ID on him, just this.

How badly was he hurt?

His broken hands are the least of his problems. There's a host of internal

injuries that add up to a very long stay in the hospital.

Whatever happened to put him in here occurred within the past 48 hours.

And why do you doubt it was a hit -and -run?

Bite marks. He has them all over his body.

And the last time I checked, cars don't have teeth.

Can you tell us who he is?

We can match his teeth to your bite marks.

Why not tell us now?

You were attacked, weren't you?

You fought back.

Is this your family?

Have they been notified?

Please, please can I have that?

Are they here with you in the United States or are they back home?

He seems more like a victim than a killer.

He was so worried about his family.

The only way to get the forensics done is to arrest him.

If it's positive, we'll have confirmation.

We found the African's blood on the body of the John Doe from the dumpster.

What about the teeth marks on the African?

They match the dental impressions I took of the John Doe, but they both match

Wheeler in another way.

They all took the same drugs.

So the West African fights John Doe.

Wheeler fights an unknown person.

Equally matched opponents prepped on drugs fighting to the death.

Danny Lamott, a bouncer from Boston. He disappeared two weeks ago on Saturday.

Was found a couple of days ago in a shallow grave just across the state line

New Hampshire.

Let me guess.

Speed and cortisone in his system.

Wearing only running shorts and shoes.

Nice, Danny.

So Lamott, then Wheeler, then John Doe.

A victim every Saturday night for the last three weeks.

Lamont had ties to organized crime in Boston. Turned snitch.

So we have four men who don't appear to know each other, but they do take the

same drugs.

None of them were fighters, professional or amateur.

So why'd they fight?

Why didn't they quit before one of them died?

What would make one man kill another man with his bare hands?

Maybe the mob's involved.

Willer with his gambling habit. He'll be mixed up with them. Take it from me,

they can pressure you into doing things you would never do.

Okay, so what does this African immigrant have to do with the mob?

Whoever is organizing these fights is picking these fighters for a specific

reason.

We need to figure out what those reasons are.

Let's get the details on that West African laid up in the hospital.

Hello. Hey.

Whoa, look at these. Candy necklaces.

Haven't seen these since we were kids.

Didn't they have them way back then? Oh, but not long ago.

About how many people are coming?

Three. Lorraine, Amy, and Noel.

So that means we need four sleeping bags. Yes, and we have cookie dough. We

sheets to make little tents, and we have enough nail polish to paint a small

automobile. But don't forget the most important thing about a slumber party

the ghost stories.

Oh, yeah.

But what about the movies?

Well, sweetie, wouldn't you rather use your imagination?

Well, you know, she's probably right.

Ghost stories might be a little too scary.

Yeah. Whatever you do, don't tell anyone about the arm.

What arm?

Coming to you courtesy of the State Department, Joseph Kingibe, Nigerian

national, born in Lagos, here just under a month.

Does he have any other arrests since he got here?

Nope, but he's done plenty of jail time as a political prisoner.

Well, that explains the old wounds, not the new ones.

Was he granted political asylum?

A social service organization called Boston Interassist sponsored him.

Boston Interassist.

What do they do exactly?

They help immigrants, get them connected to services, translators, places to

live, and all like that. Okay, we should check them out.

I don't understand.

You've arrested Mr.

King Gibe for murder?

We're hoping you can fill in some blanks, like what may have motivated him

kill him. I don't think anything could.

As a journalist, he was jailed and tortured many times.

He left Nigeria to escape violence, not perpetuate it.

Where is his family?

Oh, they're still in Lagos.

Despite the danger that they're in, the government refuses to issue visas.

He told me that bribery was his only hope of getting them out.

Who did he kill to get that money?

The people who come to us are victims, not killers.

Miss Daniels, do you recognize this man?

Oh, God, it's Emilio.

Yeah, he came in here a couple of times.

Where was he from?

He's from Mexico.

He was smuggled over the border illegally by a coyote.

Who threatened to kill him if he didn't pay?

Thank you.

All right.

I don't think that the smuggler killed him.

But the situation created by the smuggler may have.

I think about it.

The mob was running from the mob. He needed money to get out of town fast.

King Eby was afraid for his family. They were desperate.

Except we were.

He could have gotten a loan from his father.

No, no. I'd say if Matt Wheeler's two choices were to tell the Admiral that he

was a compulsive gambler or a fight, he had no choice.

How are you feeling, Mr. Kinkumat?

We got your name from immigration.

The doctors say that your wounds are fairly serious now.

Would you like me to contact your wife in Lagos? Please, don't.

Don't tell her about what happened.

This man, Emilio Reyes, he had a family, too. We found his body in a trash

dumpster. Now, I don't think that you did that.

Well, I do.

We found $20 ,000 in your apartment.

You got that money for killing Reyes, didn't you? You don't understand.

No, but we would like to.

I think that you needed the money for bribes to bring your family to safety.

I didn't mean for anyone to die.

But that's what he wanted.

Who? Who wanted?

A man called.

He never told me his name, just where to meet him.

You have to make a sketch of this man.

I could try.

It was dark.

He said if we fought, I'll be paid.

A few days later, he called again and picked me up and took me to the place.

Where did he take you?

I can't remember.

I don't know the city very well.

What about the building that he took you to? Do you remember anything about it,

the room?

The room?

The door.

It was very quiet.

such rooms in my country.

Do you remember anything about him?

His mannerisms or his voice?

It was soft.

Kind of high.

Like a voice.

He kept saying the same thing over and over.

He was taking me to a favorite place in the neighborhood.

He never stopped.

Even while I... God forgive me. God forgive me.

According to King eBay, he didn't want to kill Ray as he was forced to.

I think that he's telling the truth.

I think he just wanted to get out of that room alive.

Why would you stage a fight to death in an empty building?

Could have a camera.

Maybe he's making snuff films.

You really think there's an audience for that kind of crap?

There's always been an audience for death.

Sure makes ultimate fighting look like a cakewalk. He's paying a pretty fat

purse, so it's either costing him a lot of money, or he's found an audience to

support his habit.

Some... Rich Deviant getting his kicks.

We have to find out where these fights are taking place.

McGevey said it was totally quiet.

It could be an abandoned building.

He also said a man kept repeating the phrase, my favorite place in the

neighborhood. That's got to mean something.

Come on, John. It's your old neighborhood. Help us out.

Maybe George can guess something. I've tried to forget everything I could about

Boston. Don't you have any good memories of it?

Bean Boy Burgers on Shadwick Avenue.

Bean Boy?

We used to go there after basketball games.

Best fries I've ever eaten.

Wait a minute.

My favorite place in the neighborhood reminds me of a commercial we used to

all the time when I was a kid.

Kinley, you used to have billboards all over the place.

Must have closed down after I moved.

You must have bootlegged the electricity.

Not easy for a building this size.

Where do we start?

Hmm.

He's organized a blood sport.

He would take the fighters as deep inside as possible.

Think we should drop some breadcrumbs so we can find our way out?

That's the other door.

There's barely enough room in here for two fighters, let alone an audience.

If someone did see it, it was probably on the other end of this.

Right, you can send television on a phone line.

Execution, live on TV.

There's going to be another one on Saturday.

Three days from now.

Okay, I got it.

Somebody is using an integrated services digital network, an ISDN line, and they

probably bonded the two B channels, which would give you 128 kilobytes per

second digital capacity.

Thank you very much, George. Now, would you like to explain that to us in

English? I'm sorry.

Yeah, basically, it's a super fast Internet connection.

Anybody can rent one.

A couple hundred bucks, a phone, and, like, a screwdriver, and you're in

business. And if you stay away from the camera lens, you remain anonymous.

Okay, so he stages these...

The freak shows, then sends a computer video over the phone lines to other

locations where the audience members are.

Only one location, Bailey. Sending it to several requires a whole computer

network. It's too complicated. It's much less secure.

If it's so damn secure, how do people find out about it? Probably some kind of

computer call -in bulletin board with passwords.

Just got forensics on the meat locker.

The only human blood is from Kingabian Reyes.

So that means there was only one fight at McGinley's.

Change his locations.

We don't have the slightest idea where the next fight's going to be.

I also found one of Wheeler's bookies. Sel Leveranese. He works at Somerville

and Cambridge. He's holding Wheeler's markers.

Couldn't know my old man.

We got Leveranese in here.

Pound on him. He might be taking some action on the fights or knows who's

organizing them.

John, I would have been only too happy to talk to you.

Would you haul me down here in the federal building?

Is that any way to treat a friend of your father?

You know, I don't care if you're happy or not, Sal.

I don't like you.

I don't like what you do.

I don't like how you do it.

I've been doing business in Boston long before you learned how to even zip up

your fly.

You think I'm afraid of you?

I figure you're afraid of 25 years to life for conspiracy to commit murder.

Don't be stupid.

Guy Welch is in a few football cards.

How am I going to collect if he's dead?

You didn't take any action on the fight with Matt Wheeler.

Do I look like a moron to you? Yeah, you do, Sal.

You look as dumb as a post.

We've already found three victims.

A fourth this Saturday.

And I will personally shove accessory to murder up your keister unless you get

real smart real fast.

There's a guy.

He used to be a client.

That's the horses, the fights.

A nickel a month tops.

He calls me on the phone with his freaking high little voice and he wants

know if I have a client who owes.

That's a stupid question.

Then he says to me, maybe I know someone who's in trouble, you know, someone who

can handle himself in a fight.

So you fed him Matt Wheeler?

I said if Wheeler would fight, that he'd buy back his debt, including the VIG.

It's a good deal for me.

What do I care what Wheeler does?

Because Wheeler is dead.

And so is Danny Lamont.

I got a hunch that you fed him Danny, too.

Ken, it was supposed to be a fight.

Nobody was supposed to die.

Now you know, Sal.

If you don't get with the program, you're an accessory to murder.

Who's the guy?

Abraham Lincoln III.

Nobody uses their real names anymore.

Grant.

Your father was right about you.

Well, if we can believe living easy, this is beginning to look like a one

operation. Whoever it is, he's extremely organized.

Finds the fighters, gets the drugs, drives them to the fights.

Sets up the camera. Gets electricity in the buildings he uses.

Maybe he's an electrician.

Makes sense. He would work alone, come and go relatively unnoticed. No security

systems. Could be a building inspector.

Or an engineer.

Contractor with a high voice.

A boy with a high voice. Like John T.

That may have been when his sadistic tendencies started.

Typically that takes the form of tormenting animals or weaker children.

Okay, well, we've got a lot of ground to cover.

George, can you start looking for anyone with a history of juvenile charges for

cruelty to animals?

Cross -reference it with anybody who's been arrested for staging cockfights or

dogfights. Got it. Now, I just reached out and touched the phone company, and I

went over a list of all their installations for the past three weeks,

there's one location that jumped out at me as too much to be a coincidence.

Rembrandt Hotel, the night before King Gibe and Reyes got together.

It's exclusive.

Fits your profile.

Manager said it was hooked up to a 50 -inch monitor.

Paid for in cash by John Smith.

Said he figured it was porno flicks for lonely guys from out of town. That would

be the good news.

Let's go.

Along with a big screen, we set up a full bar and two deli plates.

Any idea how many people actually showed up?

They asked for ten chairs.

Can your staff help us with IDs or descriptions?

Long shot.

It's been almost a week. The room's been rented and cleaned three times.

I want your security camera tips.

Especially the ones from the parking garage between the hours of 8, 15, 10 p

No problem.

Thanks.

You can imagine the kind of depravity it takes to show up at a hotel, grab a

little deli, throw back a couple of drinks, and watch a slaughter.

He likes watching people die.

I'm still working on the suspect list. It's a long one for tough man contests

and illegal boxing, but pretty short for animal fights.

Hey, George, stop that.

Push it on the bumper.

Let's put this guy on the list.

98500SL Sedan.

I don't understand spending $120 ,000 for a car and then plastering on a

to advertise your ignorance.

What do we got?

We're looking at old cars that arrived around 8 and left at around 10. If they

use cabs, we're out of luck.

We've got it down to 40. Eliminate rentals at 18.

Take away out -of -state. It's down to half a dozen.

Let's run the plates, names, addresses. Find me a sicko who was there so I can

talk to him.

I suppose the idea shocks you.

Frankly, Miss Hughes, we thought all the people watching this sort of thing

would have been men.

I thought the same about a visit from the FBI.

Another bubble burn.

Medusa, you were at a hotel Saturday night.

You paid to watch a fight to the death?

I didn't pay that.

My car was certainly at the Rembrandt, but anything else is conjecture.

Your money paid to have a man killed.

I watched a fight.

How do I know if someone was actually killed? For all I know, it was staged.

You watched the fight Saturday night from the Rembrandt Hotel.

That night, the body of this man was found in the dumpster. Now we can put

at the scene of the fight, and you're in a room where the fight was broadcast.

Come on.

If you went after everyone who got their kicks from watching death and violence,

you'd have to arrest everyone who watches the 11 o 'clock news.

Fascinating, doesn't it?

Think how far someone will go.

Beat the hell out of waiting for escrow to close.

Or chasing criminals.

I don't know.

Nailing perverts can be very satisfying.

Let's cut to the chase.

We need to know how people get to this event.

How they find out when and where.

So unless you enjoy wearing handcuffs instead of pretty earrings, you better

tell us.

It's a computer bulletin board.

A perfectly legal way to communicate with like -minded people.

George has been monitoring the bulletin board the US woman gave us. I finally

answered. Take a look.

This is pretty boy Daniels and Carl Robertson.

Daniels died.

Robertson literally beat him to death in the ring. I tried to ban boxing after

that. He should have stopped the fight.

He's wedding the audience to that guy.

You must not tell the customers where to show up until just before the fight.

It's always a new location, new phone line, new P .O. box.

Where do we stand with suspects?

Well, here's what he looks like, according to King Gibe.

Now, I came up with two guys who had convictions for staging both animal

and human fights.

One is currently residing in Attica. The other one is dead.

However... There are 26 people with convictions for staging animal fights

the past 20 years.

Any with juvenile records for animal cruelty?

Six. Well, we know his work takes him into empty buildings.

Let's stick with tradesmen.

Only one.

Robert Jenkins.

His photo is from his arrest in 1978 when he was 18.

He was found guilty of animal cruelty to neighborhood pets.

In 85, he got busted for cockfighting. That's six months probation.

No arrests since then.

It's an electrician in Quincy. It's printed.

John showed it to Sally Bernice. I bet his alias is Abraham.

We're gonna get a warrant going.

Here's what you got.

A suspect who is aiding and abetting murder.

He lures these poor Joes into a trap, gets them to kill each other, and sends

out the video to the scum who watch.

If I'm lucky, I can get him on accessory to murder.

Why not murder one? He's killed three people. Yeah, but who do I put on the

stand in a murder trial?

A confessed killer who beat a man to death? That's a lose -lose.

You're saying you're not going to prosecute Jenkins?

For murder one, I need an eyewitness.

Someone who is in the room and hears him say the word kill.

I'd love to find you one, Peter, but they keep ending up dead.

I'm sorry, but as a U .S. attorney, I can't take a case to trial on behalf of

the Pentagon unless it's a slam dunk.

You haven't even got a ball.

I'm stuck.

And someone else is going to die in two days.

We're going to make the bust.

I'll try and get you what you need.

Well, we can cut him off from his audience, stop the next fight. We need

him instruct one of the fighters to kill in order to get a conviction.

But then we'd have to get inside one of those fights while it's in progress.

We could substitute our own fighter.

I could do it.

I could punch it out with these guys all day.

They're not trained.

No. If...

I authorize this thing like that. You wouldn't be able to use your skill as a

fighter. Or Jenkins would know you're a ringer.

I know.

Can I take a punch?

You wouldn't be sharp.

You would have to take one of those drug cocktails. He'll get you exhausted,

willing to do anything just to get out of that room.

It's the only way, and you know it. We don't even have a way of getting him

inside, John.

Yes, we do.

We twist Livernazy.

We get him to give the names he gave Jenkins.

We pick them up. He's got no fight on Saturday.

And Sal gives him you.

Good work.

Wait a minute. Let's just say that it does work.

John, if you get in there and you get into trouble, we're not going to be able

to come in there and help you.

We can work that out later.

Billy.

George, you with us?

Standing by.

Your guide to the floor plan of every building in Boston.

Sean must stop tapping his foot. It sounds like the NBA times 10.

The transmitter's in the air cushion of his running shoe.

Can't kill all the noise.

John Miller?

It's me.

Ready for some fun?

I'm gonna have a hell of a lot more fun than the other guy.

Precisely. Climb in, please.

Oh, and, uh, no talking.

Who's that?

Your worthy adversary. I said no talking.

For what?

Or no ten thousand.

It's your choice.

Jenkins is pulling out.

We're right behind him, George.

Let me know if anything happens to the connection.

All right, gentlemen, right this way.

Hurry up, hurry up.

He's rushing them in.

Keeping them disoriented.

Your audience is waiting.

1110 Grand Avenue, abandoned factory, no signs.

Hold the plans, Georgie.

Brookline Paint, closed in 1995, in receivership, and they had an ISDN line

installed this week.

Okay. Trace the feedback to the audience.

Trace.

Follow me.

It's just a little further.

All right, gentlemen.

What? What is all this?

They're somewhere else.

They will be watching avidly.

And the bets are beginning.

You can go ahead and start warming up.

You'll fight in rounds.

Five minutes each. I'll keep time.

How many?

We'll see.

Once we have a knockout, we have a winner.

How many?

Say when.

The floor plan, George. We need to infiltrate and pre -position without

them off. You got it.

They're in the west corner basement in an old mixing room. You'll see it marked

on the map.

I'll talk you in.

Billy, I got it.

I'm done.

I'm done.

We've only had three rounds, John.

Hey, quit.

Hey, quit. I'll take the money.

Give me the money.

No, no, no.

Not yet.

First, a power boost.

Speed and steroids.

Trust me, you'll come around in no time.

Give it here.

Give it to me.

Tell you what, I'll raise the antique to $12 ,000.

That's a good deal for a black eye.

Go another round?

Winner take all.

Be careful when you step.

Billy, book your head.

Six rooms on the sub -basement level with the same dimensions as the mixing

room. Right turn.

Straight ahead, ten feet.

We're there.

Okay, I got the trace.

The audience is in the Berkshire Hotel.

I'll call in the raid, and I should be able to unscramble the video.

I can't move.

Well, we don't have a winner.

When do I win?

Isn't it obvious?

This is for the death.

You have to kill him to win.

That's it.

Got that on tape, George?

I got it. You better hurry.

Who could take the money?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. All my audience wants is a real fight.

We've tipped it along to cover every exit.

Smallest monster I've ever seen.

Get out.

You know, we walked out of the hospital.

Doesn't want to believe he's hurt. I'm all right, George.

I'm ready to go to work to do this bus thing. All right.

Get to work.

So, did this help you make that piece that we talked about?

You're relentless, aren't you?

When I used to box, I was angry.

And street fighting, too.

It's like I was hitting my father.

My father was wrong.

Beating on people doesn't make you tough.

Thanks, you.

Sorry.

Oh, I, uh... I got you.

Big boy fries!

Yeah, I had them over tonight. I had to nuke them, but they're pretty good.

Do you want any? Oh, no, I can't touch them.

I can't. I have a house full of little girls that I have to take.

Okay, well, next time we're in Boston, we'll stop by the real deal.

Okay. All right?

Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hi. This is my dad.

Hi.

I spend every other weekend with him.

Information I'm sure you can live without.

Ah,

Samantha Waters.

Rick Webster.

My friend, Angel Brown.

Hey, nice to meet you. My pleasure.

So, I met the FBI agents in the hall, by the car, outside.

I feel very safe.

Yeah?

Could you tell us a story about the arm?

Yeah, please. It's really scary. It's really scary.

Please, please, please.

Okay, okay. Everybody in the tent.

I'd love to stay for the own.

I gotta go. So, um, what time should I pick her up tomorrow?

Uh, well, not too early. I'm gonna make pancakes. Oh, I love pancakes.

Oh. What time?

Nine. Ten?

Beautiful. Okay.

Nice message.

Bye.

There was a man with a very, very,

very long hair.

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