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The press is gonna have a field day with this.

There were 12 people swinging from the rafters up there.

One of them was this sick fuck who did all the killing.

Looks like someone did us a favor.

But who killed him? He didn't hang himself.

There's another psycho running around out there. The city's goin' to hell.

What triggers these guys anyway, killing all those innocent people?

Oh, Jesus.

Two of the victims were agents from the NSC.

No wonder this place is crawling with feds.

What the hell?

Lady, get that car out of here!

You're clear.

Back her up.

Wanda Blake was the last person to see my agents alive.

Find her. Fitzgerald could be with her.

My people are collecting the bodies. I want their identities withheld.

As far as the press is concerned, they were never there.

- Two agents slaughtered, put on display. - Are you ready for this?

He was there.

Fitzgerald couldn't have done all that alone.

Of course he couldn't.

This is getting too strange and costly.

Oh, shit!

Look out! Oh, shit!

Goddamn, lady!

Damn! Where'd you learn how to drive? You about killed me.

You guys okay?

Yeah, we're all right.

May I see a driver's license and registration?

Raymond and Watts were torn apart, then dragged up seven flights of stairs.

- There's a second killer. - Wynn.

It's Banks. One of my cops just pulled over Wanda Blake.

- She's a few blocks from you. - Where's Fitzgerald?

No sign of him. What do we do with her?

Do not detain her.

Fitzgerald must still be in the area. Find him now.

You know, Jason...

someone's out there.

You must have friends in high places, Miss Blake.

What?

Go home, ma'am.

Try not to kill anyone getting there, okay?

She was afraid of me.

Who are you blaming? Her? Yourself?

You cannot have that life back.

When Al Simmons died, all hopes of a future with Wanda died with him.

You have been born into another existence.

A chance to regain your humanity.

It's there and only there where your choices lie.

She's seen the creature I've become.

That's all she knows. Her only memory of me.

This is truly what hell is, old man.

You have a chance to...

A chance? What chance?

I have nothing here anymore! No escape, not even death!

You see? I can't even end it.

I would trade anything...

do my life over again in the world's worst shit hole...

than to be here now...

like this!

I know what you're going through...

the pain that you're feeling.

How could you possibly know, old man?

Because I have endured it and survived.

Do you think your fate is sealed?

Are you going to accept the shroud that's been placed around you?

I can't go on like this anymore, hiding in the shadows.

I'm sick of it!

I have to let her know who I am.

How can you tell her that when you don't even know yourself?

Tomorrow's headlines will be, "Traitor Shoots Wife and Child."

After all, he was distraught. You have Fitzgerald's gun?

Yes, and his prints, too.

Banks has every cop in Brooklyn looking for Fitzgerald.

- We should have him by morning. - I'd like to finish this myself.

Use an independent contractor, someone outside the agency.

Jason, I said I'd do it.

No. My best agents are coming back in body bags.

Someone is out there, and they're getting closer.

I want you to find them before they find me.

You look spooked. I won't let anything happen to you.

Here we go.

Please, Miss Wu, some of us would like to go home.

I'm almost done.

Last time I do you a favor, goddamn it.

Interesting.

I think it's time I had a talk with Wanda Blake.

The scene is Brooklyn is grim.

We have another monster's handiwork to sort out.

The media's gone ape-shit. And the politics on this one?

Gentlemen, the politics are heavy.

So bag and tag everything by the book.

Make a note of everything that doesn't belong there.

We are working two major crime scenes.

We have some badly decomposed bodies in the alleys off 42nd Street.

My guess, the missing drug dealers.

All right, go be New York's finest.

Each of those pins represents a body found in that alley.

It pisses me off this has to happen in our precinct.

I agree, sir.

About fuckin' time they're goin' into those alleys.

I know something's in there. How many reports do we have to write, Twitch?

Too many, sir. I'm sure the locals will appreciate their concern.

- It's a ghost town! See those body bags? - It's the alley. Guns goin' off.

Please, honey, where are you? Wanda?

Hey, you over there!

Yes, Officer?

Is there a problem? Can I help you?

- What are you doing? - Looking for a phone to call my wife.

He fits the description. This could be our guy. Be careful.

Could you stop shining the light in my face, please?

Excuse me. Could you get that light out of my eyes?

Can you tell me where there's a phone? I can't seem to find one that works.

What happened to your clothes? Been fightin'?

Been drinkin'?

Is there a law against having a drink?

I'm not driving.

You see anything unusual in the last couple of hours or so?

Unusual? What do you mean by "unusual"?

Hear any loud noises, screams, shots? Anything out of the ordinary?

No, otherwise I would've called the cops.

May I see some I. D?

I. D? Yeah, sure.

Right here. I seem to have lost my wallet.

- You're gonna have to come with us. - I haven't broken any laws.

- Come with us, please. - What for? I need to call my wife.

She'll come get me. I haven't done anything. I was at a bar.

What bar? Where? Is that where you had the fight?

No. I just need to call my wife!

Lie down on the street right now!

Hands out, at your sides, now!

This is Lisa. Sorry I can't take your call, but leave a message.

I'll call you back as soon as I can.

Lisa, I know you're there. Pick up.

I'm used to talking to this damn thing anyway.

Okay. I want you to join the circus.

This Brooklyn serial killer story is gonna sell a ton of pictures.

This guy was strung up next to his victims.

There's my front page. Stop covering that dead-end alley story.

Switch all your attention over to this.

I'm hunting another monster.

By the way, I got your compensation...

for the deep throat you're workin' with at the NSC.

Someday you'll have to let me know who it is.

Must be somebody pretty high up.

Let's go. Let's move the civilians out.

Set up a perimeter, put the tape up and do it now.

Step back. There's nothing to look at here.

Excuse me, miss. I can't let you do that.

What are they looking for?

I can't tell you that. Move along, please.

Thanks for the help.

Maybe the locals know something.

What's up with the guys in the moon suits?

Looks like they're invading these alleys of yours.

What are they looking for?

They're cleaning up the trash that tried to fuck with us.

We took care of business 'cause this is our home.

Shut up, Bobby.

I'm a reporter for the Washington Post. I could sure use a lead.

Lookin' to have a party? Lady, I've got some stories for you.

Do you know anything about the murders happening in these alleys?

You must've seen something.

It's strange how they all occurred in the last several months.

They're connected is my feeling.

Come on. I'll show you somethin' that you're gonna like.

Bobby, what are you doing? I wish you'd keep your big mouth shut.

Good night, sweetheart.

Terry, where are you?

Hello.

Good evening, Wanda. It's Jason Wynn. Any word from Terry?

No. No, nothing.

Have you been watching the news?

Yes. They say that there's another killer out there.

Yes. It seems that this city has become an even more dangerous place to live.

By the way, I'm posting someone outside your house to watch over you.

Thank you, Jason.

I'll call to check on you in the morning.

Maybe tonight you can get some sleep.

Good night.

That's a hell of a story, but I'm not buying it.

Show her.

Be glad to get these things out of the alleys.

Wow! You weren't kidding.

Where did you get this?

Take it. Maybe without them there'll be less people getting hurt.

These must be the missing weapons my source was talking about.

Are there more?

There's more hid around here, too. I'll show you.

Well, why don't you tell me more about this Al guy?

lts most important feature, it works. It burns fat.

You'll trim inches off your waist and those saddlebags will disappear.

The Flex Flat is here to help.

In just weeks, you'll notice a difference.

Wanda, I just want to talk to you.

I would never hurt you. I only want to protect you.

Police! I need help.

It's me.

It's me, Wanda.

Listen to my voice.

I'm your husband.

You're lying to me.

You're that monster.

Why are you making my mommy cry?

Please, don't hurt my baby!

Please, leave her alone.

Don't cry, Mommy.

He won't hurt you.

That was the Sad Man.

- What? - You know.

The Sad Man.

He saved me.

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