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Let's give it another week or so, and then we're done.

I know.

Forever crossing the I's and dropping the T's that lot.

Look, she should have written it in the first place, bitch.

No, I'll be fine.

I've got a bottle of red and a bedboat for company.

Love you too.

I've called the police.

All right.

Can't you just smell it, babe?

The content.

The opportunity.

The legend of the pig man.

Are you listening to me or what?

No, you're sexting.

Texting? Whatever.

You're so fake.

Poor us, Russia.

You are.

You're as fake as his followers.

F -A -K -E.

Fake? Then why are you here?

To save you from yourself, you milk.

And stop you running off with some dickhead.

What?

It's a progress report.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

She's just being friendly. That's all.

And is Kate just friendly too?

Come on.

That's enough.

Then block her.

Okay.

Hey,

Prophet. How's it going?

I am banging, babe.

And this is some place you've got here.

I mean, how many bedrooms has it got? What, six, seven, eight, nine?

Fifteen.

Yeah, it's all right.

A lot of memories here, though.

I get that.

Just a lot?

Yeah, that's it.

Let's get this show on the road then, shall we?

Let's do this!

For the pig man, girls!

For the pig man!

You know the pig man rhyme, don't you, girls?

The pig man what?

On me, Echo.

When night time falls, you enter the woods at your peril.

For inside lurks something worse than the devil. Avoid at all costs. The

Gathering Place.

Where the big man roams on stumbling chase.

Oh, gee, he's here now.

Hold my head, babe.

Carter, Casey, welcome to Sunbury Chase.

Yo, what is happening, minions?

You're back with your boy, Carter Bronx, and I am streaming live from way across

the pond in merry old England.

Yo, the house is looking sick. We are literally in the middle of freaking

nowhere.

Yo, and I want to say a real quick thank you to all my Bronxites who are tuning

in.

Some of you are already hitting us up with comments.

Yo, we got DonnaD97 all the way from London town.

Sending love.

Sending thanks, girl.

Yo, I'm not going to lie.

Gemma2007, I'm not that high.

I'm just coming at you in high def.

Yo, enough about me.

From the country that gave you Henry VIII, soccer, and her magic queen

we now have a crazy killer with a pink fetish on the hunt.

That's right, Bronxites.

It's going to be some ride.

Cut the montage!

oh my god

Fan 67 asks where I am right now. Cheeky. I'm actually in... No! What's

happening, girl?

Is this your channel? Yes.

Guys, I am with some faces you might be familiar with.

What's up?

Carter and Stacey. Hey, guys.

Guys, I'm really excited to announce a spine -tingling exclusive coming to my

channel soon. So like and subscribe right now.

Okay, thanks, guys.

Exclusive, my ass. That girl needs to get laid.

I can hear you.

Zippin' A, Stace.

Courtesy of our man.

Dark web, Dave.

That's Boston?

Correct.

And you really think people are going to buy that shit?

Stace, people are stupid, right?

They'll believe anything.

I guess it's convincing enough.

Of course it is.

Let's walk and talk, shall we?

We can get our story straight along the way.

Maybe blondes do have an orphan.

Yo, what's happening, people?

So, Carter.

Why England?

Why now?

Wow. Jump straight into it, girl. Okay.

Well.

As some of you will know, it's been five years since we investigated the Holland

Road pig man story, which literally blew this channel sky high. I mean,

we went nuclear.

Following that insane success, these guys, these beautiful Brits

wanted to meet me, work with me, and fall under my spell.

And so here I am.

Ready to investigate the legend of the crazy pig man.

Part two.

And as ever, with Carter B., that's me.

I treat every investigation like CSI. You know, I got eyewitness reports here.

We got police records there. You name it, we dug into it.

Which is why, my disciples of death, we will be having an exclusive interview

tomorrow with the reclusive Karen Williams, devoted mother of two of

the bacon beast's victims.

And so, on that fateful night, tragedy will truly strike.

I've got to hug him, mate.

So what are we?

What are we?

What are we going to do to him, then?

This pig boy?

We're going to batter him.

We're going to blow his piggy ass down.

That's what.

What has he said?

What have I seen?

I'll see you there.

So if you've got plans, cancel them.

Because you don't meet Bronxites, I'm going to eat her alive.

And cut to Karen.

So, Karen.

Why now?

Why? Well, is it because you feel guilty?

Why would I feel guilty?

I mean, how do you deal with the fact that your kids were killed by a monster?

I don't deal with it.

Not really.

Is that why you can't move on?

I don't want to move on.

Where were you on the night that they were killed?

I beg your pardon?

Were you having a drink with a friend?

Look, I...

I don't like the way this is going.

Then tell us how they died, Karen.

You're going to love this, you know. The first time I came up here, Shane shat

himself and ran all the way home.

Shane did?

Yeah. He would terrify that freak show.

Come on.

I'll race ya.

Oi

Tommy!

Why not just race with me?

Come on Stiggy!

It's got all this head of itself.

Come on, Tommy.

You heard what he said.

Come on in, man.

You're not much of a chicken, eh?

You're not much of a pig.

They were both shocked.

Shane.

Shane.

And Chelsea.

Chelsea.

She was...

begging for her life.

I must hit you right here, Karen.

It does.

You want to see him go down, don't you? For what he did to your kids.

I want justice, Carter. Yes.

Oh, we all want justice, Karen.

Justice for the three.

And you know what?

Maybe I am the only one that can give it to you.

Where did you get that?

Where the hell did you get that?

Take a closer look.

That's Tom.

It must make you so angry, Karen.

Where did you get this?

The thought that he's lived like a free man all these years.

Is this local?

I bet you want to see him bleed out and squeal for what he's

done. Where was this taken? Yeah, you want to see the pig in pain, don't you?

That's enough. You want to see Piggy burn?

I said that's enough. Watch his piggy skin burn!

I said that's enough.

To hell with your interview.

I'm taking this to the police.

Wait, please. We still have more questions for you.

Students, we just want to help.

Well, that went well.

Hell yeah, it went well. It was cruel, Carthage.

No. That was exactly what I wanted. In fact, that was exactly

what we all wanted.

The likes are gonna pop on this channel like grenades.

Was that picture even real? What does that matter?

It wasn't, was it?

Of course it's not fucking real.

Come on, people.

This is the business of show.

And there ain't no business like show business.

No business at all.

Woo!

Are you still filming me?

You're a coward, Carter -Brunck.

It is you, isn't it?

Tom Maxwell.

You killed my babies.

I literally haven't had a moment to ring you, babe.

You're always so busy, working so hard.

That's why I need you to distract me.

I love you, but you know I'm only 14, right?

Age is just a number, sweetie.

Yeah.

Yeah, I want to see all of you.

What's up, babe?

I'll tell you what's up.

You've got a message, babe.

Okay.

This is awkward.

This is awkward!

You told me you were going to block her, so why the fuck?

I was going to block her. But? But her dad is a shit -hot venture capitalist,

and I stole.

Why is it always about the money? Why?

Take a look around, because this shit doesn't pay for itself.

She's a young girl, Carter.

This channel, this life, it's a part of who we are now, Stace.

And I am not letting go.

Come on, Stace.

I need you.

Please.

Okay.

Touchdown Stacey B.

Remember that?

You okay?

Awesome. Yeah, I just... I wasn't expecting to see you so...

fresh. Not complaining, I hope.

Hell no.

No.

You won't mind if I...

Thanks

for hosting me

today, by the way.

You still mad at me, Echo?

I was.

What's changed?

Seeing my abs.

Have a look at these stats.

Holy shit!

That is insane!

Oh, I love you, Echo!

I love all of you!

I'm coming back up!

Did you get an eyeful of that?

Yes. Yes.

Amy, don't you think that Carter is a... How do I put this?

Total douchebag.

Yeah, of course he is. But babe, I'm Amy Stevens.

I'm not a nun.

Yeah, I guess amen to that.

What were you looking at before I came over?

Nothing. Come on, it was obviously something.

No, nothing.

Come on, Echo, why don't you just tell me?

My parents died five years ago.

It is the anniversary.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

It's just weird.

Yeah.

What are we saying for today, then, bitches? Bougie or boring?

For the pig man challenge.

Well, that ain't the fucking prom, babe, is it?

Oh, prophet.

I'd wear your throwaways if I were you.

When it comes to Carter Bronx...

Things are going to get all kinds of dirty.

Let's cut to the chase.

Yo,

what's up, England? It's your boy Carter Bronx. I'm reporting live from High

Spirit. We got a surprise in store for you today. We got three willing

participants, and we're about to make them squeal.

I'm Stacey, I'm bringing home the bacon, and I'm kind of a pig deal.

What's up, I'm Prophet, single, and I'm looking to take some little piggies to

market.

I'm Amy, I never lose, and I can't wait to get down and dirty with the piggies.

I'm Echo, I'm the tech queen, and my footage is smoky bacon hot.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the biggest moment of the High

Spirits calendar. The inaugural Pig Challenge.

A series of three brutal events that will ultimately crown our king or queen

of pigs.

Let's go put the contestants through their paces, shall we? That little

Okay. From now on, you will not flee unless you are spoken to.

And the first and last words out of your filthy mouth will be sir and only

sir. Do you understand me?

Sir, yes, sir.

Pink shit, I can't hear you.

I said, do you understand me? Sir, yes, sir.

Outstanding.

Now, challenge one is the snuffle for the truffle.

You will recite, I snuffle the truffle and I worship the swine as

you race.

And the first of you to hug that hog will be the winner.

Got it?

Any questions?

This race is close.

This race is very close.

Oh, and we have ourselves a winner.

Round one goes to the beautiful Miss Stacy Pipps.

Congratulations, SP.

The bar...

Hello?

Sorry. Sorry, babe.

For what? Giving me a cardiac? For being a prick?

For both.

Come on. I can't hold you back there.

Okay,

you

maggots. Next up is my personal favorite. The piggy plank.

No play on words here, ladies.

The only thing... That I will be deposited as my own pest.

That's right, you worthless pieces of pork.

It's time for you, swine, to taste your rinds. Sir, yes, sir.

All right, my porky pigs, let's get deep down and dirty. Three, two, one, and

go, go, go!

Is that all you got?

Drink me, you peggy horse!

You know you want to!

Oh, you're wasting my time, sweetheart.

Oh, you're wasting my goddamn time.

You're going to drop, ain't you? You're gone. You're gone.

What a massive disappointment you are, soldier.

Holy shit.

Your blanket's so straight.

Mophead can slide up your ass and drop out your mouth.

Great job.

Hey, don't you dare drop, you hear me?

You drop, you know you're going in the dirt.

But I can't hold it any longer.

Address me correctly.

It's fine.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

We have arrived at the final challenge.

Allow me to introduce you to the Troth of Tormans.

Behold your being.

Sir, yes, sir.

Okay, fuck this. I am not eating that.

Oh, really?

You sure you don't want to tuck in?

Sir, no, sir.

I'm done.

Oh, you're done?

You're done?

Let me tell you something, man. You are not done. I say you're done.

You think you're special?

You think you're special?

Let me tell you something, man. You are not special.

Connor. What? You're taking this too far.

Oh, really?

Because I don't think I'm taking this far enough.

Okay.

Well, due to some unforeseen withdrawals, I'm delighted to announce

a winner.

The beautiful Miss Amy Pig!

And as our pig queen, Amy, I have a special surprise for you.

You want me to wear that?

Oh, yeah.

Time to complete your final transformation.

Run along.

Faster, Amy!

Faster!

What?

Look, guys, I was just in the zone, all right?

Like I said before, you don't get people talking about your videos unless you

give them something to talk about.

It's not rocket science.

Whoa.

Is that Amy already?

Yo!

Looking good, girl.

That outfit totally rocks.

Guys, that is not Amy.

That is definitely not Amy.

Carter, what the hell are you faking up now?

You really think I would do something like that?

I guess.

Carter.

Oh, shit.

He knows my name.

Hey, come to daddy, pig boy.

You couldn't growl a little louder, could you?

I'm gonna make you famous, bro!

That's it.

That's it. Channel your rage.

Channel your rage.

Daddy can't pay the bills.

Daddy's putting a gun in his mouth.

Oh, Daddy's done it.

Daddy's fully... Fuck your brains out!

I'm shaking.

What the hell was that?

It was the pig man, guys, of course.

Nonsense. When night falls, you enter the woods at your peril, for inside

something worse than the devil.

Avoid it or cost the gathering place with a pig man who runs from sunbury

Echo, it was just an actor.

Or it could have been Amy playing a trick on us.

I mean, look around.

She's the only one that's not here.

Oh, my God.

Amy's not here.

Guys, we've got to go back for her. Of course we've got to go back.

Jesus, what was I thinking?

Okay, right, let's go.

She's gone.

Yeah, Carter freaked her out apparently.

Knob.

Come on.

No, you come on.

Stop bullying people. Stop pushing people around.

Guys.

I need a drink.

What's holding you at all?

This, too.

That's how I have to keep you now, I do.

Strange night.

I still don't get Ambo, though. I mean, that melt hated home.

Maybe she hated Carlton more.

Maybe.

Why are you still here? I mean, you looked over that brick ages ago.

Yeah, I am.

Have a look at these stats.

Oh my god.

These are massive.

Echo, we're going to be famous.

Yeah.

We're going to have a voice profit.

I'm finally going to have a voice.

How many times have I got to say this?

The only way to boost numbers is to post content that gets people talking.

Look at the stats.

People are talking. Oh, please.

You were loving it today. You were. You were on a power trip.

humiliating me, bullying me.

So now I'm getting elected from an addict?

You what?

Yeah.

Neither of us is flawless.

Are we, Stace?

You've been taking this shit every day.

Every week.

Every month.

Every year for the last five years.

Every little ache, pill.

Every little pain, pill.

Pill, pill, fucking pill. Are you finished?

Pill! Now I'm finished!

Wow. You're not a nice person, are you, Carter?

And no matter how many times I try to forgive you, no matter how many times I

try to forget, Carter Bronk is always there.

A deeply dark human being who is only interested in one thing.

Himself.

Are you finished?

Carter, don't you dare!

Then tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

I don't believe you.

Carter, please. I love you.

Louder. I love you.

Say it again.

I love you.

There.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

Love you too, babe.

The big man get you

Hello? Detective Birchfield, we need to talk.

We've had a missing person report.

Karen Williams.

Early days yet, but given the fact she rarely left home, it's obviously

concerning when she never returned there.

It's not from the beginning.

I'm sure you'll recognise this.

I bet you want to see him bleed out and squeal for what he's done.

Yeah, you want to see the pig. Oh, that is shit hot.

We're so sorry, sir.

You're Carter Connors. It's Bronx, sir.

Oh, and I'm streaming live from Sunbury Chase where I am being interviewed

without caution by the local pig.

Put... That away, son.

Oh, but sir, think about the views.

I couldn't give a flying fox about the views.

Put that away.

All right, all right.

That's better.

Now, when was the last time you saw Miss Williams?

Oh, I don't know.

At the farm.

Like everyone else.

Well, did you see her drive off?

Now... Think very carefully here.

She left before we did.

Well, you certainly didn't leave her in high spirits, did you?

I don't know. You young people are all the same. You're living your life online

with no regard to the impact it has on the real world.

If anything else comes to mind, my card.

Connors. Bronx.

We have a saying in England, let sleeping dogs lie.

I think we can apply that to pigs as well as pig men too.

I'll let myself out.

Yeah, we got to ride this wave, peeps. I mean, we're on the 50th floor of Bronx

Towers right now.

I want to put it up on the roof.

How do we get up on the roof?

We could try to find Karen.

Yeah, we could, yeah.

We could follow the detective.

I could live with that.

No. I got it.

Let's ask the fans.

It's not a bad idea.

Because it's a brilliant idea.

Come on, kids, let's get ready to rumble.

We'll put the power back in their hands. Wait, wait, wait.

What do you mean she didn't come home?

She told us she went back to yours, Mrs H. There must be some kind of

misunderstanding.

No, OK, I'll let you know.

What's the matter, bruv?

She's not at home?

No, she's not at home, bruv.

Her mum thinks she's with us.

Echo, can you track her location? I mean, you've got the skills.

I could try.

I think I've got something.

OK, it says that her phone is near the farm.

Right, OK, so if we just follow where her location is, we'll find her, right?

Simple math.

If not, I'm calling the police.

John Birchfield, you old dog.

You nearly gave me a heart attack.

You used to make me go weak at the knees.

So, we're even.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Once a copper.

Always a copper, I know.

But no need to worry, you're not under investigation.

Do I know who is?

Well, it's Karen Williams.

She came over here to see the YouTubers and hasn't been home since.

Oh, strange.

I know.

You haven't seen her around, have you? On one of your constitutionals?

I haven't seen Karen for years, no.

I know it sounds awful, but never really wanted to.

I'd love to take you to dinner, though.

What do you say?

Curry in a pint and roll back the years?

Oh, I'd be embarrassed.

No, no, please.

Nicky! No.

No, please.

How could you do that?

We have to kill him.

We're going to have to finish this.

Any ideas?

Feed him to the pigs.

I've spent years digging into the spookiest ghost stories, the strangest

myths known to man.

I've traveled the globe.

I've had some great adventures, but you know what?

This is the first time, I repeat, the first time my beautiful Bronxites

that I have ever put my fate and fortune in the hands of mere mortals. You guys.

The majority.

Spoken.

That's right, my little piggy bankers.

We're back at Jolly Farm.

Ready to hunt down new evidence and track down old Porkchops himself.

And you know what?

I can almost smell him.

We are that close.

check this out.

We are now inside the belly of the pig.

The beef lair.

The actual kitchen where it all got too much for Daddy Pig all

those years ago.

Put it with the other one, son.

Let's see if the belt will come out.

I feel like I just stepped in someone's grave.

Maybe you did, Stace.

Maybe Big Dad is with us.

Are you out there, Big Dad?

Is anybody there?

Our beloved Bernard Maxwell.

Our beloved Bernard Maxwell.

We bring you gifts from life into death.

Commune with us, Bernard, and move among us.

Guys, look what I found.

Dear Mr.

Maxwell, I am writing to express my concern at Tom's continuing absenteeism

from school.

Children must attend school under the Education Act of 1989.

And in recent months, Tom's attendance has fallen well below the standards that

we require.

Further.

Whilst we are sympathetic to any allegations of bullying, we have a

place to investigate those claims.

And a few years later... ...he took Marek into

his own hands.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the legend of the pig man...

was born.

What else you got for us, Echo?

Oh.

I knew the vet refused to come out, but this is a death sentence.

We've got a High Court writ here to evict you, sir.

Mr Maxwell, you don't need to make this any more difficult than it already is.

That day.

The day of the suicide.

And we've got the vet's name as well.

Nicola Masters.

The plot thickens.

Oh, my God.

Doesn't she look good, guys?

Look, there's one for you.

Woo!

The killer must have worn this.

It must be authentic.

Just what are you doing on my property?

Your property? Who the fuck might you be?

Masters. Most masters.

You're the Nicola Masters?

Okay. We now have an ex - exclusive interview with the evil vet

Nicola Masters, who betrayed poor Bernard the Farmer over 25 years ago.

Get that camera out of my face.

You take that off.

Why didn't you come out on the night of the suicide?

I beg your pardon?

Well, Bernard was desperate.

His pigs were dying, and you had nothing better to do.

Well, what did you expect me to do? Just swallow the cost and tell him

everything was going to be all right?

That would have been a start, yeah.

He was going to lose his farm, Miss Masters, and he had no one else to turn

You think I haven't carried that with me for the last 25 years?

Guilt clings to me like a leech, Mr. Brunk.

Search for truth.

Cling to me, Miss Masters.

So that's why you bought the farm.

The owner wanted a quick sale.

I wanted to preserve the place, or who knows, for Tom.

Now stop filming me.

Give me that camera.

Give it to me.

I said stop. Tom can't hear you. Give me that camera. Tom's alive.

Carter, what is this?

Yeah, I want to see all of you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Yo, yo, that's enough.

That's enough.

Where the fuck did you get this?

I love you, Carter.

You know I'm only 14, right?

You what?

Yeah.

That's right. I'm Kate.

Well, actually, I'm not really Kate.

Bonnie?

Let me catch you up, subscribers.

My name is Bonnie Newhouse, and I was groomed, abused, and driven to suicide

an online predator when I was just 14.

And that online predator's name is Carter Bronx.

Groomed and abused?

Fuck you!

I'll kill you if this gets out. My parents died while rushing to hospital

me. And you're the one who put me in hospital.

So thanks for that.

Carter, you told me you fucked her! What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh my God, Stacey. So basically, you're telling me that you see a 14 -year -old

girl in a school uniform sending nudes to your boyfriend. And all you can think

about is yourself!

Fucking tar.

Excuse me?

These are children we're talking about, and you could have done something. You

could have called the police. I don't know. Wild idea.

I hope that all those pills help to numb your pain, because you are guilty too.

Pill, pill, fucking pill! Are you finished?

Pill! Now I'm finished!

So you've been spying on us?

Yeah. Yo, back the fuck up!

You don't have shit.

Your pointless little life.

No one cares what you have to say.

You're just one fat little girl in a crush.

Well, I've got a hard drive full of evidence back at the house ready for the

whole world to see. They're gonna fucking care.

What the hell?

Shit.

Gates, we gotta go. Let's go. Get the drive.

You know, I thought that was a wig.

Cut!

Hey!

Hey! Shut the f***ing room!

Damn it.

Can't believe I got catfished.

Good warranty.

She may hate you now, but boy, she didn't before.

But you got crueler.

Cruel to be kind? Yeah.

No.

You're like a little kid pulling the legs off spiders.

One by one.

You disabled them.

Oh, please.

You didn't complain when she sent us 5K, did you?

Where's that fucking hard drive?

Tuck down Stacy B.

Pack a fucking bag. I'm going to go uncheck this.

We need to get out of here.

Thank you.

. .

I'll never hurt you again, I promise.

Echo! Echo!

I know it's built, Mel.

You.

Why do you have a gun?

You're helping him, aren't you?

You're helping the pig man.

Oh, come on, Yankee.

The legend of the pig man is just that.

A legend.

A myth.

I'm just helping a friend.

Now, let's start walking, shall we?

And I wouldn't bother trying that if I were you.

Everyone's out looking for that local detective.

I think you knew him.

Birchfield? That's the one.

He went to see you, then he went to see me.

I'd love to take you to dinner, though.

Now, he's nowhere to be seen.

Strange, isn't it?

Oh, fuck.

And I wouldn't forget this if I were you.

Especially when it was so effective on your friend, Amy.

Amy.

You're insane.

I know.

Great, isn't it?

Now, move.

That's it. One foot in front of the other.

You won't get away with this.

Stop talking. Keep walking.

She could have saved your daddy, you know.

Before he blew his brains all over the fucking wall.

Just walk.

She could have saved him, but she didn't care enough to answer his calls.

He's wanted the land, right?

He's wanted the farm.

She wanted everything!

Fucking do it!

Finish him!

So he'll hide you? Or get you like a pig? No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, please.

Please. I'll do it. Will you stop talking?

Yes. Too late!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Hi.

Uh, you're Tom.

I am not trying to help him.

Kill him. I don't care.

Do whatever you want.

What the fuck?

Why would I help you? Fuck you!

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Tom, Tom, please.

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

Let me tell you a story.

People listen to me.

I know you're in pain.

I can help them understand.

Don't listen to him, Tom.

I trusted you, Carter.

I loved you.

How does it go again?

This little piggy went to market.

And this little piggy stayed at home.

This big piggy was so fucked up that he

spent 25 years all alone. If you're going to kill me, just kill me.

Kill you?

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

I would kill you, bro.

But like I told you, I want to make you famous.

And I want you to make me a star.

Think about it.

Carter Bronx presents the Bloodstained Memoirs of the Bacon Beans.

I smell a book deal.

Movie rights.

My profile is going to explode.

You're a monster.

Am I?

You gotta love that irony.

You just lure people in.

Whatever you say, bro.

You lure people in and you suck their souls dry.

Where's your girlfriend?

None of your

business.

Ran off, has she?

No.

Tired of your bullshit.

Hey!

No! How am I getting to you, am I?

Shut your mouth. You want to kill me, don't you? I said shut your mouth.

You want to kill me, Bronx, but you haven't got it in you.

You haven't got the fucking ball!

The Carter Bronx scandal shook the influence of community.

They said that because of me, a community that once had so much currency

in the way of likes was now more mistrusted and disliked than ever

But at least I had justice.

In theory, anyway.

Do you know what the first question I always get asked whenever Sunbury comes

up?

What was he like?

What was Carter Bronx really like?

He was a monster, an absolute monster.

But every monster was a man first, right?

The second question I always get asked is, do I think Carter Bronx is still

alive?

And I always say the same thing.

Cut, sequel.

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