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No, no, no, I want
every Marshal on this,

NYPD kidnap squad,

I want the FBI in case he
takes her over state lines.

No, listen to me, get the Port Authority

on every bus, on every terminal.

Shut down the the Easy Pass

on all the bridges.

I want this guy going
through the toll booths.

No, just do it!

This is my kid!

He has my girl.

This animal has Theresa,

and you're just standing there!

Please, just take a breath.

Right now you are literally
not thinking right.

Your adrenal glands

are working overtime; your heart's sending

a deluge of blood to your brain.

This is all your fault,
you little college prick.

You wanted to lure Damien in close.

You lured him in so close,
that he took my kid.

Dead or alive, Ray; those are
the only two options as to how

Theresa will be the next
time we see her, so please,

how you react over the next few hours

will determine which one of those we get.

Just take a breath.

And pull your shit together.

Please.

Guys?

This was hidden in Theresa's ID.

What does it say?

Uh, I don't know; it's math.

This is Damien's handwriting; what is it?

Trigonometric functions.

Radians, a visual way to display
angels through coordinates.

He's still leaving riddles? Shh.

Just take a breath, okay?

Damien's intelligent, but
his IQ tops off at like 130.

I can figure this out, and he knows I can.

So he wants me to.

Marshals. Um, where's my pen?

Oh, okay. Give me that.

Thanks.

Transpo's on their way up for Max.

No, absolutely not.

They take Max,

the cons go back to Maybelle.

I need you guys.

Not a problem.

Come on!

You can't lock me in the...
Hey, keep it down.

Loosen my cuffs.

If you don't shut up,

I will drown you in the toilet.

They're too tight.
I'm not gonna try any...

Ain't the day to play.

Hey, how you doing?

I'm here for Max Morris.

Morris? Morris?

We don't got him yet.

What do you mean, you don't got him?

I got a call he was here.

Then you got the wrong phone call, pal.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What am I, your girlfriend?

Taking me for a walk?

I got four deputies downstairs

ready to Hannibal Lecter this guy.

What, do you got wax in your ears?
He's not here.

Take it easy. Okay, maybe it
hasn't trickled down to Transpo

what I'm dealing with right now, okay,

so I'm going to give you a
pass on your ass kicking.

Now, beat it.

You know, Zancanelli,

everyone at HQ always
said you were a dick.

Everybody's right.

Now, keep walking.

Dick.

Is he gone?

Yeah.

Listen, we've got more problems
than Transpo coming by.

Oh, like problems with your
boy Wolverine downstairs?

Don't look at me like that.

Dude's got hair like Wolverine.

Okay, look, whatever. Problem is,

he's going to go to the cops.

What, he's going to rat you out?

He's naive.
He thinks if he tells the truth

that he can cut a plea and-and they're not

going to come after me
because he duped me.

If the cops find out that you gave him

the address to a man who
later winds up dead,

they will nail you, Erica.

Look, I know.

Where's he live?

Make one phone call, take
care of this today.

No.

No, you don't touch him.

I can handle this.

Really?

Why'd you tell me?

Yes!

Got it.

Okay, so I've mapped out the
points in the Euclidean plane.

Each set of coordinates
translates to an angle.

So 64 degrees, 63 degrees and so on.

And I lined up the numbers.

646, that's the first three numbers

in the New York area code.

323, that's the first three
numbers in the prefix...

Okay.

Running the trace.

We need him on the line

at least 30 seconds, Ray.

I don't know it's a number, Ray.

That's just a guess. Hello?

This is agent Ray Zancanelli.

Damien, if this is you...

Daddy!

Teresa?

Teresa, sweetheart, I'm
going to get you back.

I'm not going to let

anything else happen to you you.

Baby, I just need you to be brave.

Hi, Daddy.

Damien.

Damien, if you so much as touch a hair

on my child...

Oh, I won't touch her, Ray.

At least not yet.

In fact, I'm going to put her

someplace for safe keeping.

Thing is, it's only safe
for the next four hours.

After that...

...she's out of air.

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Me for her, even swap.

You'll have a marshal.

You'll get all the attention you want.

Why would I take an old man
over the innocence of youth?

Now, if you ever want to hold
your little girl again,

I suggest you look to a youth
that wasn't so innocent.

I'd start with the man who
popped Julianne's cherry.

Excuse my vulgar language.

Damien, why do we need
to talk to this person?

Oh, hey, Doc.

Knew you'd figure out my
little math problem.

You're so smart.

You didn't answer my question.

And I won't.

But you better figure it out, Doc.

'Cause if you don't put together the clues

from my little scavenger hunt,

Teresa dies.

I made this game just for you, Dr. Lowery.

Clock's a-ticking.

Get it?

He was on long enough, but he's

bouncing the signal off random towers.

It's untraceable.

All right, we got the number.

Tell ESU to keep working on it.

No, he dumped that phone already.

Guarantee he's got a fresh
one in his pocket.

We got to wait until he calls again.

Ray.

We heard her voice. We know she's alive.

We just... we have to just
keep playing his game,

and we will find her.

First guy you slept with.

Um... Billy McBride.

Um, last I heard, he lives in Park Slope.

All right, get the address.

Come on, let's go. Get changed.

Ray, Ray, Ray, what about...

what about Houdini in the bathroom?

It ain't safe to leave him
alone here with Julianne.

Jules, we need some of your meds.

Open your mouth. Open your mouth!

You didn't get them down his throat yet?

Keep his mouth open. I need to get...

How many of Julianne's crazy
pills are you going to give him?

It's called Xanax-- and just enough

so that he doesn't escape.

All right, close his
mouth, pinch his nose.

All right, you get to breathe again

when I see you swallow.

And don't fake it. I'm a doctor.

I've seen that before.

Open his mouth, Shea. Let me see.

Okay, they're down. Good.
All right, let's go.

Guys, somebody's got to stay with
him till the pills kick in.

I'll do it. Fine.

Erica, hold on. Come here for a second.

Come here.

Listen, Ray is wound up tighter

than a two dollar watch.

Try to keep him cool. He listens to you.

This is some serious business
we're dealing with.

I have a daughter. Do you really think

you need to tell me how important this is?

All right, you keep it cool, too.

Thanks for the phone, baby.

Where you at, Wolverine?

That was sweet.

Had her speed bumps up
into me the whole time.

Yeah, keep talking, I'll
knock your ass out again.

Sorry if I'm flustered,

but this is the second time this week

a marshal's been here flashing a badge.

Is this him? Yeah.

That's Deputy DuChamp.

I know, ever since Madoff went down,

every fund manager's in the crosshairs,

but I'll open my books.

Okay, I don't care about your books.

I need to know everything he
said and did when he was here.

You tell the truth, we're out the door.

You hold back, and I have
the SEC pull your card

for no good reason. Fine, fine, fine.

It was weird.

He said he was doing a background check

on a marshal up for a promotion,

a girlfriend of mine from high school.

Julianne Simms? Yeah.

Said it was a standard check.

Wanted to know about alcohol, drug use,

our sexual history.

It was uncomfortable, but I-I see a badge,

tell the truth. What else?

Nothing. I told him we smoked some weed,

drank beer.

I was the football captain,
she was cheer squad.

She was a firecracker.

Of course there was sex,
but that shouldn't cost...

Okay, I don't care about your opinions.

What else did you talk about?

That... that's it.

He-he wanted to know if we
had sex in public places,

take pictures.

He said it spoke to character.

I said we did stuff like that,
but she's still a good person.

Okay, enough. Ray, this is irrelevant.

Damien's just trying to humiliate me.

He said this was a scavenger hunt.

There had to be another
reason why he was here.

That's all he asked me about.

Then he used the bathroom and left.

It was all of 15 minutes.

Nothing.

Nothing!

Ray?

Digoxin.

Prescribed to Charles DuChamp.

It's his heart medication.

"Till death do us part."

I don't know. I gave all Charlie's

personal effects to his wife.

His meds were on him when he died.

How did Damien get it?

Oh, my God. He's been to Charlie's house.

Marisol.

What do you mean that he was in our house?

How could he have gotten in?

Nothing's broken.

Damien's resourceful.

Ray, I really want to help you and Teresa,

but I haven't found anything.

Nothing's missing.

We looked everywhere.

Nothing's out of line.

Okay, the note said,
"Till death do us part."

Could there be anything in...

in your wedding album or...?

Okay, I can get it for you.

Hey, Erica.

Could, you, uh, go look
through that outside?

I just want to talk to Ray.
It's about Teresa.

Yeah, sure.

He didn't leave anything in
Charlie's wedding album.

He left it in Charlie.

You telling me he left it in the urn?

Think about it, what would
give Damien more pleasure?

Having us find the clue
in a drawer, or a book?

Or make us root through
our friend's remains?

Oh, that twisted son of a bitch.

Ah, man...

Just... be careful.

Believe me, Charlie would want me to

dump this on the floor
for not saving Teresa.

I got something.

Ray, he's running!

Shea, put that on.

You think I'm playing games today?

You think I'm playing today?!

Ray... Ray, get off of him!

You think I'm playing games?! Huh?!

Get off him. Ray, get off him!

Hey man, how do you
expect to find your kid

if your locked up for killing this dude?

I thought you locked him
to the floor bolt!

I-I did!

Any more tricks from you,

and your next escape
will be from a coffin.

Get him up!

The way the numbers are spaced,
it could be a combination...

Maybe another phone number?

Too many digits.

What are those dots after the numbers?

Could they be, like, a
longitude or latitude?

I could see if it lays out that way--

maybe give us a location.
I'm not sure though.

Is this another puzzle?
Mm-hmm.

We already killed two hours!

What's the FBI got?

They've got amber alerts
all over New York,

Jersey, and Connecticut. Um...

NYPD has an alarm out to every precinct

and to Nassau and Suffolk.

And HQ called for an update on Max.

Well, stall 'em!

Crack this damn code.

Erica, rerun every tip

the FBI has already discounted. Shea...

Where the hell's Shea?

Hey, what's up, man? You Pete, right?

Erica wanted me to come tell you

she'll be down in a minute just...

I sent that text, not Erica, bitch.

Now let me tell you how
we're gonna move forward

with this situation.

You can tell the cops anything you want.

But if Erica's name come out
of your punk-ass mouth,

I will bury you.

You hear me?!

Me and my boys will chop
you up and bury you.

My reach is long, Pete.

Long.

I will find you.

You dig?

I'm not going to be a problem.

Good.

Now, thank me.

Thank me for not killing you

and throwing you in that
Dumpster over there.

Thank you.

That-a-girl.

Hey.

Where were you? Ray was looking for you.

I had to get some air.

What were you doing with my phone?

Takin' care of business.

Damn it!

What's goin' on?

I tracked every combination of
these numbers that results

in a latitude and longitude that
corresponds to a land mass.

But the location is in
freakin' Saudi Arabia.

All right, do it again.
Ray, it's a computer program.

I put the numbers in, it
spits out a location.

I can't change it. Do it again!

Ray, I'm trying to help.

I don't want your help.
I want my daughter.

Now cross your T's and dot
your I's, and do it again.

That might be it.

Might be what? The T's and the I's.

Letters. The numbers might
represent letters.

It's so simple.
Instead of 20 degrees,

it's the 20th letter of the alphabet, T.

If you figure this out, I'll
finally admit you're a genius.

What, what is it?

T. M. Ganaway. What's that?

Come on, Lloyd, my daughter
has less than two hours.

What is it?!

Uh, it's not an "It", it's "Who."

Ted and Mara Ganaway are
the parents of the girl

I wrote the prescription
for, the girl who OD'd...

...who I killed.

You should handle this, Ray.

We don't got time for that.

Hey.

Do you understand why I got 25
years for a manslaughter charge?

That was the first offer
from the DA, and I took it

so I wouldn't have to face these people.

Damien knows this and
he is screwing with me.

Okay, that's why he wants me to
hear Julianne's sexual history.

That's why he wants me to see
my friends remains desecrated

and why he wants me to face the Ganaways.

And he wants the fate of my child

in your hands, and it is.

Whether you want it to be or not, Lloyd.

Can I help you?

How dare you come here.

Mr. Ganaway, please...
Marshal DuChamp assured me

you would not be released
and now you're at my door?

Go away before I get my gun.

Honey, is that Allison?

Mr. Ganaway, Mrs. Ganaway,

I know you're aware of who Mr. Lowery is,

and I'm sorry to spring
him on you like this,

but he's here helping me on a case.

Now, the man who came here the other day

is not Charlie DuChamp.

He's a fugitive, and a killer,
and he's kidnapped my daughter.

Now, I need to know
everything he told you,

anything that could help.

Teresa doesn't have a lot of time.

That's her name, Teresa?

Ours was named Lyssa.

Please, I need your help.

Imagine that,

something happening to your daughter.

My kid will die.

Horribly, painfully.

I will beat you to the ground.

I don't care about going to prison.

Now, tell me what you know, now.

He said Lowery was up for early release.

He told us to write a letter
to the parole board.

He, uh, gave us an addressed envelope.

Said he'd let us know when to mail it.

Get it.

Here.

No, this is wrong.

There's no Marshal office in Red Hook.

Yeah, Jules, run the address

1278 Riverfront, ed Hook.

You, you think it hurts you?

I am so sorry.

Lowery, let's go!

Hey Donnie, we got a
new shipment coming in!

Donnie! New shipment coming in.
Teresa!

Teresa!

Mike, come to the office.

Mike, come to the office.

Something like a, like a
crate or storage unit.

I mean, anything a person
could fit inside of.

Teresa!

Over here!

I got something!

Come on!
I'm going!

A handkerchief?

Hello?

Hey, Shaggy.

Saw you and the gang

jump into the Mystery
Machine and peel off.

Figured you had gotten
to the water by now.

All right, we've gone
on your treasure hunt.

We've done everything you asked.

Where is she?

Well, you haven't done everything.

Not yet.

Did you find the handkerchief? Yeah.

That's to wipe the prints from the gun.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's very simple, Deputy.

Right now, Teresa's in a very cramped,

very dark, very hot space.

She's taking in more CO2
than oxygen, at this point.

Whether she lives is in
the good doctor's hands.

All Lloyd has to do...

is take a gun...

and put a bullet in the head
of that dirty murdering con

you've been dragging around with you.

Is he joking?

He's not kidding.

No. I'm not.

See, if you're ever going
to really know me, Doc,

you have to walk in my shoes.

And that means intentionally
taking a knife.

So little time for such a big decision.

Damien... Damien!

All these calls from Damien,
and you're telling me

that you haven't been able to get
a ping off of his location?!

Believe me, I have been trying.

Okay? He's been cleaning up the signal

of his phone with a jamming device.

And, most likely, patching
it though a calling service

to redirect his signal.

That's called spoofing your phone.

Remember, Damien did time.

There's a dude on any tier in any jail

- that can show you the rundown...
- What does that do for me, Shea?!

Huh?! History lesson on
phones and convicts.

How does that help me?!

Look, both ESU and the carrier engineers

are telling me they're close
to triangulating his signal.

We don't have time!

Find the number.

Oh, please.

Please don't.

No one's gonna kill you.

I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.

You keep talking, then I will.

Okay, I don't understand this.

Kill Max?

I-I don't understand. What is this?

Another clue?

It's Damien's masterpiece.

He's trying to drive me crazy.

He's trying to put me in a
straitjacket, like I did to him.

All right, well, quit moping around,

go through his shit again.

Find something!

Maintenance.

Well, hello there, young lady.

Can it. What do you want?

Okay.

There's been a water leak...

Not in my apartment there hasn't.

If you'll let me finish.

Thank you.

There's been a leak in
the unit above yours,

and it may have compromised the
fetzer valve in your kitchen.

It'll take me two minutes to replace it.

Unless you want to be standing
in a foot of water, ma'am.

You allergic to cats?

Allergic?

More like in love.

The wife and I have three cats of our own.

Well, I've got four.

Make it quick.

I'll be in and out before you know it.

If you keep messing with your cuffs,

I'm gonna hang you by your ankles.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Yeah, and I want to be in the
champagne room at Cheetah's.

Looks like we both struck out, slick.

I'm entitled to a
conversation with a lawyer.

Shut your mouth.

Ray?

Ray, ESU tech's pulled a
cell number-- Damien's.

What's the location?

Don't know.

We need to get him on the
phone for 30 seconds.

That'll greatly increase our
chances of pinning him down.

Damien speaking.

It's Lloyd.

Great job getting my number.

I knew you could do it.

I was just about to call you.

There's an overpass off Bell Boulevard.

That's where I want you to
kill Max and leave his body.

We need Ray's daughter first.

You give us the location, and I promise.

"Promise"?

"Promise."

You've completely betrayed me in the past.

Utterly.

And admittedly, I've lied to you, too.

But not now.

This is too important for all of us.

If you kill Max,

I'll immediately give you the
location of Ray's daughter.

And I'll never harm another person again.

I'll hang up my spurs, as it were.

Damien, what you're asking me to do...

I'm not asking!

This is the last stop in
the scavenger hunt, Lloyd.

That murderous tweaker
Max in exchange for that

little honeysuckle of
a young woman Teresa,

who has her whole life before her.

Ten minutes.

The overpass or she's dead.

We got a location.

All right, call me with
the location on the road.

1600 Pennsylvania...

Avenue.

The White House.

That's great.

Damien's jerking us around again.

Ray, it's okay. Don't worry, okay?

We're gonna find Teresa.

We are going to get Damien.

Ray.

Come here, please.

Hey. Hey.

I have to kill Max.

You can't.

You know you can't.

Damien wanted to break me down, okay?

He did, he won, 'cause I'm
standing here, I'm telling you,

I will kill this man, I'll
say I did it on my own,

I will get life without
parole, but Teresa will live.

This is our only option.

Even if you kill him,

he's not gonna let her go.

He's gonna kill her just
like he killed that girl

when you beat him in cards.

No. That was all just a
warm-up for this, okay?

In order for him to get
the full satisfaction

of kicking me all the way over the edge,

he needs to feel superior
while I become the animal.

If I do this, he will let
Teresa go, I know it.

If I don't, Teresa will die.

No! No!

No, I'm not going anywhere!

No! No! No!

I'm not going anywhere!

I want to talk to a lawyer!

I want a lawyer!

No! No!

These guys are gonna kill me!

They're gonna kill me!

Guess somebody doesn't
want to go back to prison.

Yeah, pretty much.

Detective Estes and Gay.

We were here about the
Pete Gillies situation.

Just need your signature

on this witness statement

that your office was closed
at that day and time.

What's, uh, what's going on with the case?

Gillies came running to
us a little while ago,

confessed to breaking in after hours

to access your database

and pull the address of the guy he killed.

Investigation's over.

Okey-dokey.

Sorry for the hassle.

May want to get some better
security for this floor.

Of course.

So, uh, what's Gillies looking at?

Don't know. It's up to the D.A.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

You're the law; you can't do this!

You can't do this!

It's not happening! It's not happening!

You're hurting me! No, no, no, no!

You're hurting me!

No, no, no.

No, no.

Please don't kill me.

No, no, no, no.

Please don't kill me.

No, no, no!

No, he can't do this.

No. No.

No, he can't do this. No, you're the law.

You can't do this. It's not happening.

Please don't kill me.

I did bad things.

They did bad things to me.
They did bad things.

They put me in a cage,
they called me a freak.

I'll go back to prison.
I'll go back to prison.

I won't escape.

I promise, I promise,
I promise, I promise.

Don't kill me, please.

I'm sorry.

Please. Please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not having second thoughts, are you, Doc?

I said I'll do it.

Then what's the holdup?

It's premed...

It's premeditated murder.

I have all the time in the world, Doc.

Teresa, on the other hand,
is a different story.

No, no, no, no, no.

Shh, please.

Yeah, Jules, pull up a satellite image.

I'm counting maybe five
buildings in the vicinity

tall enough to have a visual on Lloyd.

Damien's got to be
watching from one of them.

Looks like three apartment complexes

and two office buildings.

Okay, can you access each building's

individual fire response system?

Yes.

Um, but I don't understand.

You want me to trigger the fire alarm.

You're looped into their
conversation, right?

Right.

Okay, set off all five
alarms, one at a time.

When the sound registers on Damien's line,

we'll know exactly what building he's in.

I am on it.

You're not looking so good, Doc.

Sweating, shortness of
breath, difficulty focusing,

irrational mood swings.

I think it's time you
sought some professional

medical attention.

Don't you push me.

Don't push me, Doc.

You won't be the one I take
my frustrations out on.

Please, please don't do it.

Please don't do it.

Please, please.

Overriding firewall.

Sync point check.

Come on, come on, come on, Jules!

You can end this now.

Just put a bullet in Max's head,
and we'll all be home by dinner.

Honestly, I don't understand
your moral dilemma.

You are a sociopath!

That's true.

But that doesn't mean I can't
offer a little perspective.

Which guilt would you rather live with?

Killing a murderer or
killing an innocent girl?

Trust me, Doc.

Just pull the trigger and
this will all be over.

Jules, hurry up. Lloyd's cracking.

He might actually pull this trigger.

Starting the alarm checks now.

Stand by.

Tick-tock, Doc.

Teresa's time is almost out.

It's gonna be okay, Max.

Gonna be okay, Max.

Come on! How we doing?

Come on! How we doing, Jules?

Just tell me why, why you
need me to kill this person!

I'm done with you, Lloyd.

You had a chance to be a hero

and save a young girl's life this time--

balance out the cosmic scales--

and you blew it.

Ray, I've got him!

Damien is in the Waveside
apartment complex.

67 West Stillwater Avenue.

Erica and Shea are en route.

I got him! Go around back!

Son of a bitch.

Erica, Shea, what's your status?

I'm on the seventh floor.

Damien has locked himself inside of 7B.

All right, keep him pinned down.

They got nowhere else to go.

Now where you gonna go?

Hey, Ray, Damien's on a fire escape

headed up to the roof.

Oh! Very impressive.

You got me.

Lloyd.

Always a pleasure to see you.

Deputy Zancanelli.

How's the family?

Where's my daughter?

Well, that's the million-dollar question.

But alas, Max is still alive.

Sorry, but rules are rules.

Where is she? Or so help me God,

I will kill you right here, right now,

without even blinking. Where is she?

Is he bluffing, Lloyd?

No.

Tell you what.

I'll give you Teresa

in exchange for a deal.

Instead of prison, I get sent to
a proper psychiatric facility.

You were right, Lloyd,

that's-that's where I belong.

Once I'm settled in my new digs,

I'll call Dr. Lowery with the location.

Of course, by then, it'll
be of her remains.

How's that sound?

Where is she?

Where is Teresa?

Ha ha.

Ray!

Where is she?

Where's my daughter?

Hey.

When Lloyd kills Max.

Where is she?

Or I will drop you.

You kill me,

your daughter dies.

Damien! Tell him or you're dead.

We'll never sit across the
table from each other again.

You need that, man.

You piece of shit!

Where is she?!

Where is she?

She's on the roof of your building.

Julianne!

Teresa?

Ah, you okay?

Okay!

She's fine. Teresa's fine, Ray.

Tell Jules to keep her there,
I'll be there in a minute.

It's amazing, the access you
get posing as a Marshal.

I'm gonna miss that.

Cuff him.

Okay, but before you
cuff me, I need a file.

'Cause when I buried

my clue in the urn,

I got some of Charlie
stuck under my nails.

And it's bothersome.

Ray!

What just happened?

Hold them at the other end of the alley...

So this guy's claiming you drugged him,

yanked him all over town, and
threatened to shoot him?

Did he tell you about
the alien attack, too?

Homeboy copped some of our computer girl's

prescription pills. He's-he's tripping.

Shut up.

Any word from Ray?

Teresa's fine. She's with Ray.

Oh, thank God.

Chief Inspector Wendell
wants to see you guys.

In the interrogation room.

I saw the news.

This is for you.

God needed him.

That's what I believe.

It's what I have to believe.

Thank you for this.

It means more than you'll ever know.

He was, uh...

he was my friend.

Have a seat.

I'll be meeting with each
of you individually,

but I wanted to first tell you as a group

what's going on, as it...

as it affects all of you.

I'm convinced something wrong
went down on that rooftop.

Especially since Ray
Zancanelli was involved.

The car Fauntleroy landed on

was five feet from the building.

M.E. says the trajectory of the body

was consistent with being thrown.

They don't feel they can prove
that conclusively, however.

So we need witnesses.

A deputy acting outside the arm of the law

would be a major black mark
on the Marshal Service.

Especially if it's for a second time.

So...

If you provide me with the detailed

and truthful account of today's events,

then your prison sentences will
be considered served in full.

You can be with your mother...

girlfriend...

your daughter.

Tonight.

Free as birds.

Just give me Zancanelli.

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