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(tires screeching)

- Why didn't you stay in the office

like you were supposed to?

- I was in the office.

I did all of my work.

- Then go home, nobody needs you.

- How long are you going to hold us here?

- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.

- This is Sergeant Crowley.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

- I'm Sergeant Anderson, I need a spike mic and some phones.

- Yes, sir.

- I have three hostages and 12 sticks of dynamite.

- You see, I really don't have the authority...

- And if you don't believe I'm serious,

you just hang up and hang on.

(booming)

(thrilling music)

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(dramatic music)

- Heavy.

Everything but a brass band.

- We thought about ordering one for ya, Hawkins,

we just didn't know what tune to play for ya.

- Could've tried California Here He Comes in C minor.

Hey, you really need all these troops?

And on a Sunday, man?

Or is that just to make sure I look guilty

before the trial's even started.

- We'd just hate to have you run off and hide on us again

for another six or seven years.

(laughing)

- Really had you going around in circles, didn't I?

- [Dispatch] 12-Y-90 to 12-Y-50

and all units on Tac One, roger your position report.

12-Y-52, 50 requests you switch to Tac One

and intercept at checkpoint two.

ETA, 20 past the hour.

- [52] Roger, 90.

50, are we going for the alternate to point two?

- [50] Negative, 52.

Stick with Plan A unless Sunday traffic backs up.

- Pepper, what are you doing here so early on a Sunday?

- Too many dirty dishes in the sink.

Dear Bill didn't want me in on this one

so he stuck me in here doing research on Gabe Hawkins.

- So here you are listening.

- Where else can you get a better cup of coffee?

- Afraid Bill might get bushwhacked?

- Bill thinks to some people Gabe Hawkins

is still big stuff.

- I think those disciples of his are knee-deep in crabgrass

and PTA elections.

- Oh you do?

You wanna read through what I found?

- You all really think I still got friends out there?

- What do I know, I'm just a cop.

- You'd like that though, wouldn't you?

Then you can shoot 'em up and be done with 'em.

- Let me tell you something, Hawkins,

you know you're really not that important anymore.

Except maybe to a few misfits out there looking for a guru.

- You'd love for something to happen though

wouldn't you, baby?

'Cause I'm gonna beat this trial,

if I get to the courtroom alive.

- You know what I'd really love, Hawkins?

If you could close your mouth for about five minutes.

(ominous tones)

- Come in, Gill.

See anything yet?

- No, not yet.

I'll let you know.

Here they come!

(thrilling music)

- [Woman] Go.

(tires screeching)

- [Dispatch] All units, 12-Y-50 requests assistance.

Shots fired at checkpoint two.

- Some PTA meeting.

(screeching)

- Gabe.

Gabe, Gabe!

Gabe!

(rapid gunfire)

- Come on, let's go.

(gunfire)

(gunshot)

- [Woman] Gill, come on.

Get in the truck.

Let's get out of here.

(screeching)

(thrilling music)

- [Dispatch] All units, 12-Y-50 requests assistance

in the pursuit of three armed suspects

in a blue '64 Ford van.

North head on Rampart and Riverview.

Apprehend and notify 12-Y-50 on Tac One.

And a code three.

(thrilling music)

(sirens blaring)

(screeching)

(crashing)

(grunting)

- Get rid of those cops.

(gunfire)

(screaming)

- Where the hell's our backup?

(gunfire)

- [Woman] Come on, partner.

Come on, get out of here.

Come on.

- No!

- Come on. - Let go of me!

Let go of me!

- Move it, Gill.

Move it, you gotta make it.

Come on.

Come on.

- How long are we gonna be here?

- Till we get wings.

- Oh, you mean die?

I can't go back there.

- Until I get transportation.

- They shot at me.

(gunfire)

- Get back.

Get in there.

Get the door open!

- [Gabe] Don't leave me here.

- [Woman] Come on, Gill, get up.

Get in there.

Move.

- What the hell are you...

- Get the window.

Avery.

(glass shattering)

- Pete, get out of there.

Pete.

- Go ahead, I'll cover you.

Go ahead.

(gunfire)

- Joe, let's go.

- Coming back.

(gunfire)

- Let's make it to that trailer.

- Open the door.

Avery.

Get in there.

Move.

Move.

- That's a closet.

- Get in there!

- There's no air in there.

- Then be a gentlemen and don't breathe.

- How long are you going to hold us here?

- As long as it takes, Jojo-san.

And while you're in there, you can give him a massage.

That's what you do, isn't it?

- I am a legal secretary.

- To lover-boy?

I'll bet.

(sirens blaring)

(shouting)

- Joe, can I have a radio?

- Here.

- 12-Y-50 requesting clear frequency for a tactical alert.

- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.

All units on Tac One, this frequency is on a standby

for a tactical alert.

12-Y-50, go ahead with your broadcast.

- 12-Y-50, we have three suspects barricaded in a motel.

Suspects armed with automatic weapons.

Shots have been fired.

Suspects are barricaded in the motel

on the southwest corner of Liam and Olive.

We've established a command post

in the construction site trailer on the northeast corner

of Liam and Olive.

Request backup SWAT unit with gas and five patrol units.

Code three.

- [Dispatch] 12-Y-50, roger.

- Joe, check the binocular case.

See if there's any glass over there.

(dramatic music)

Oh, we can't fire, she's got hostages.

- Where's Sergeant Crowley?

- Huh?

- Sergeant Crow...

- He's in there, but he's busy.

- Oh.

- Hey.

- A man invests his life savings in a business.

Now, the first year everything was fine.

Even my wife said, "Benny, Benny,

"I think maybe we hit pay dirt

"or Gold, oil, or something."

Then what turns out to be a beautiful Sunday morning,

everything's going...

- [Pepper] Good morning.

- Pepper, what the hell are you doing here?

- I finished my research.

- Who's she?

- She's a cop.

- She could've fooled me.

- What you got?

- I don't know, Hawkins seems to think one

of them's Hallie Vericker.

- Vericker?

- Yeah.

- I thought she died two years ago

when that bomb factory blew up in the valley.

- Yeah, that's exactly what she wanted us to think.

- I don't suppose Hawkins has anything to do with this?

- I doubt it.

I think he smartened up enough to invest his money

in a good lawyer instead.

- Mm-hmm.

- They got all approaches covered rigged with explosives.

They've even got a couple of hostages up there.

- Got 'em identified yet?

- No, not yet.

The manager, Mr. Grisby, said that the man

seems to be some important wheel, he thinks.

At least he's too important to let him get blown up

in a dump like this.

- Hey, this might be a dump to you, but this...

- [Pepper] How important?

- I don't know, but I've seen his picture

in newspapers and on television.

Listen, what you call a dump here...

Okay, it's a dump, but I own it.

It feeds my family.

- [Pete] Sergeant Akers wants to rap with you right away.

- Yeah, why don't you sit down, Mr. Grisby, okay?

- Yeah, he said right away.

- [Bill] Yeah, okay.

- Hm.

- Have a look. - Thank you.

(gunfire)

- Gill?

- Some cop tried to make the stairs.

I scared him away.

- Good.

Try not to hit anybody.

I want 'em to negotiate.

Go show yourself at that window.

- Hallie.

If we get in worse then all we have to negotiate

with is one chick.

- Get over there.

Why doesn't that damn phone ring?

- I don't know, but...

Hey.

Hey, there's a whole bunch of SWAT guys down there now.

- Avery, sweetie, they're not gonna swat anybody.

We've got hostages.

Hostages, understand?

- Yeah.

- No, there's no way you can get close enough

to bust in there without a lot of people getting shot.

- Sure there is.

We just hit 'em with some tear gas.

- No, then they'd have time to kill everybody they got

in there and blow up the place.

No disrespect, Al, but that's not some nut

with a gun on his girlfriend.

Those are maniacs with hostages.

- You know who they are?

- It doesn't make any difference who they are.

The procedure's the same.

No, no tear gas, not yet.

- All right, but you tell me what to do.

- I got it.

- What?

- You get on the bullhorn and distract 'em

and I'll get in there.

- No way, I'm not sending anybody

in there with those maniacs.

- Well, let me try it at least.

I can plant a spike mic next door.

At least we can hear what's going on, okay?

- Over my dead body, kid.

- Somebody's gotta go in.

You send a guy, they're gonna know it's a cop.

Send me, they won't...

- Dammit, I said no, Pep.

- I can get through.

- Why didn't you stay in the office

like you were supposed to?

- I was in the office.

I did all of my work.

- Then go home, nobody needs you, okay?

- He's right, Anderson, he's right.

You go up there and they'll...

- I'll go into one of my routines.

I'll think of something.

- Pepper, will you cool it, please?

That's enough.

- I've been on reports before, now I may be due again.

- Will you shut up?

- What?

- Shut up, will you?

- Excuse me, I'm Sergeant Anderson,

I need a spike mic and some phones.

- Yes, sir, I mean ma'am.

(dramatic music)

- I asked you a question.

- What?

- Are you lover-boy's secretary?

- Yes.

- What's he into?

Waterbeds?

- [Lawyer] I'm a lawyer.

- Ah, first kill the lawyers.

Shakespeare, remember?

- No, I don't recall that one.

- Hey, Hallie, can we get this thing over with fast?

I'm hurting really bad.

- They've got Gabe Hawkins.

If he goes to trial, they'll bury him for life.

I'm not leaving this country without him.

- This country?

What about me?

I don't wanna go to anymore countries

where I can't even drink the water.

- Gill...

(thrilling music)

- Hallie.

Hallie Vericker, this is Sergeant Crowley.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

Hallie, what do you say?

Let me come up and talk to you for a minute, Hallie, huh?

Let me explain something, Hallie.

I tell you, you gotta get out of there.

We gotta establish some kind of communication.

I got a phone number over here, why don't you call me?

555-3498.

555-3498.

Call the number, Hallie.

Give me a call, will you?

Hallie, I'm willing to come up unarmed.

Okay?

Hallie, can you hear me, what do you say?

What do you say, Hallie, huh?

(coughing)

(ominous music)

Hold your fire.

(dramatic music)

- He's sweating.

Well, I want him to sweat a little more.

I want him to feel the pressure.

- Are you out of your mind?

He wants to negotiate.

Isn't that what you want?

(dramatic music)

- [Pete] Go, Pep.

- She's got a lot of nerve, I'll give her that.

- What's that?

- What's what?

(heroic music)

(grunting)

- Gill, what's the matter with you?

- I told you, it hurts.

- Did you see anything out there?

- No.

- Gah.

(coughing)

Get back to the window.

(coughing)

(static blaring)

- They don't talk much.

- Hallie.

That it, just, just Hallie?

- Just Hallie.

- Um.

Listen.

I've got a pretty good way with words.

- Yeah?

- How'd you like me to carry the ball for you?

Negotiate.

Try to make some kind of a deal.

- There's nothing to negotiate.

I want Gabe Hawkins.

Then I'm safe to get out of here.

Let 'em sweat.

- Well, looks like we're gonna be here a long time, then.

- No we're not.

I'm gonna set a deadline.

Four o'clock, that's 45 minutes from now.

- And then what?

- Then I guess I'm gonna have to give them proof

that I'm not playing games.

- What kind of proof do you have in mind?

- Why don't you ask what's really on your mind?

Which one of you goes first?

- [Secretary] Oh dear god.

- No, don't worry, Millie, everything's gonna be all right.

- Yeah, take a letter from your boss.

Everything's gonna be all right, Millie.

(heavy sigh)

Avery, call the man and tell him after four o'clock,

he's gonna need a bulldozer to find these civilians.

- And now it's getting heavy up there.

- Hey, I thought you were getting me some coffee.

- Well if I did you'd only spill it on yourself

and then holler police brutality.

- You think I could talk to her, don't you?

- You wanna talk to her?

- Try and influence Hallie Vericker to give up?

If she ever did that, she'd have nothing left to live for.

- What about her family, friends?

- Family?

The lady's got more love for any stray dog than

for her own mother, or any other human being.

Hallie's got nobody, nothing but her crazy ideas

about revolution.

(giggling)

About me.

- Then maybe she'll listen to you.

- If I bail you out, what's in it for me?

(heavy exhale)

- You got another great idea?

- Listen, are you sure you don't want me

to go down there and try to reason with those guys?

I think I can get you a deal you can live with.

- Only you just might forget to come back.

And when my deadline came around, who would I have left

to shoot your little bimbo here?

- I am not a bimbo.

(chuckling)

- No, you're a Shinto saint, come to pay your respects

to Buddha here.

Okay, now it's my turn for a great idea.

Why don't I send her across the street

and then they'd know that I'd have nobody left

to shoot but you.

- [Lawyer] You won't have to shoot anybody.

They'll probably give you what you want.

They can't afford not to.

- [Hallie] Well, then what are you getting

so desperate about then?

Huh?

- Because later, when we all come out,

there's gonna be nothing but wall-to-wall reporters,

photographers, and TV.

- Oh, so that's it.

You don't care who gets shot here,

you just care about your public image, right?

(giggling)

- Date shake, hm.

That chick across the street,

she'd talk to you, wouldn't she?

- I don't know.

And you know what, I have no intention of finding out.

- I mean, you wouldn't say anything to prevent her

from knocking off two hostages?

It makes you look kinda silly, doesn't it?

- Baby, I am not involved.

The fact is, I'm in your corner.

The last place in the world I wanna spend

the rest of my days is in some flyblown little

revolutionary capital with 18th century plumbing

and 15th century police methods.

Man, I've been there.

I'll take my chances in the good ole US courtroom any day.

As long as I can afford the best lawyer.

- You wanna help us out or don't you?

- Go ahead, sarge, I'm a good listener.

- How do we get through to her?

- Kill her.

The rest of 'em would give up in a minute.

- Is that the best you can do?

- Man, if she pulled off that rescue,

I'd be more scared than those hostages.

The lady is idealistic, brilliant, dedicated.

But if you ever dare disagree with her on anything,

she'll squash you like a bug.

Hallie Vericker is not just planting

a whole lot of neat little packages of TNT,

she's been a ticking bomb for as long as I've known her.

And the day she goes off,

and it sounds like she's ready to blow,

I sure wouldn't want to be in the same room with her.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, Hallie, this is Sergeant Crowley.

Have you had time to think it over?

How do we get this thing organized?

- I want Gabe Hawkins and a plane with enough fuel

to get me to a free country.

You've got 23 minutes left.

- Hallie, wait...

(coughing)

- I'm thristy.

- Shut up.

What is it?

- I thought I heard some noise inside the wall.

- Yeah?

Go check it out.

(dramatic music)

- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

- And what are you doing down there?

- Me?

I'm looking for my contact lens.

- Get up, slut.

- Watch your mouth, sir.

What are you...

Oh, you want money, all right, I got $12, I got a watch...

- Look, I don't want your junk or your money.

Now let's go.

- What are you...

- Let's go!

(phone ringing)

- Now she won't answer the phone.

Your friend wants a plane to a free country

by four o'clock with you on it.

- Or else, boom, she blows up the world, huh?

- I wanted to tell her that you're not interested,

but she hung up on me.

What about it?

Do you think you might be able to talk the lady?

- I talk to her and the TV boys

are gonna call it an accomplice.

And that jury's just gonna fall all

over themselves to bury me.

No way, friend.

Not unless you drop all charges.

- You know that there's nothing I can do about that.

- You want her out of your hair, you send in the Marines.

Don't ask me to save your jobs for you.

- Let's go.

Listen, if you don't have a deal by 3:55,

I'm gonna have to go on this.

I'm gonna have to.

- Al, I want that girl out of there alive.

Now, Vericker knows the name of every underground leader

in this country.

Every walking time-bomb.

Besides, one of my people's up there

and I don't want anything to happen to her.

Is that clear?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

- Good, but I'm still gonna have to prepare

for a possibility.

- You do that, Al.

- I said, what's this all about?

- How come they didn't get you out of here

when all of the shooting was going on?

- [Pepper] Well...

What shooting?

- You gotta be kidding.

- I was in the shower.

- Before or after?

- Before or after what?

- You and your dude did your thing.

- I was in there alone until this person came in with that.

- I'll bet.

- Whoever you are, I am from San Diego.

I'm driving to San Francisco to see my folks.

I stopped in this motel.

- This motel?

Hot Sack Heaven?

Avery, did you see any bags?

Luggage in her room?

- Not even a toothbrush.

- No clothes?

Where do mommy and daddy live, in a nudist camp?

Go check it out.

- All right, there's no luggage.

I was in there for awhile.

The man left.

I took a shower.

- And all you heard was the water?

- [Pepper] I sing in the shower.

- What's your name?

- Carol Lee, what's yours?

- Carol Lee.

Well, you've gotta be married, right?

Otherwise you wouldn't be here

with any gentleman caller, right?

- I'm divorced.

- Divorced.

With a jealous ex-husband.

- Sunday is his day with the kids.

It's mine to do whatever I want

and it's none of your damn business.

- Curious, just curious.

You divorced too, lover-boy?

Huh?

Well is he?

- No.

- I've got 19 minutes left.

- Then you're gonna blow us all up.

- If they rush us, we're all dead anyway.

At least we'll go out in style.

- Not if we surrender.

- Oh, Gill, knock it off.

(coughing)

- Hey, how did you get hurt like that?

Doesn't anybody know any first aid?

Somebody should call him a doc...

- Hey.

Did somebody forget to tell you you're a hostage here?

Now sit down and shut up.

- I'm gonna call him a doctor.

- [Avery] Sit down and shut up!

- Hey, man, how about a hamburger, anything?

- The officer who drove our car, he died a few minutes ago.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I know you're sorry.

- I guess this doesn't look too good

for my disciples, does it?

- It doesn't look too good for you either, Gabe.

- Hey, you think that jury's gonna hold that against me?

- They're just human beings.

Somebody's been killed, they wanna see somebody punished.

It's called balancing the books.

- Now you listen to me.

I don't accept this as my problem.

I didn't ask these two-bit toy soldiers to bust me out.

- You figure a jury will believe that?

- Look, if that stupid DA hadn't decided to prosecute me,

none of us would be here right now.

- Well, the fact is we are here, Hawkins.

And those toy soldiers of yours

will either blow themselves up with their hostages,

or they'll come in peacefully if you tell them too.

- Not me, baby.

You aren't gonna hold this against me.

Not Hallie Vericker.

- She seems pretty stuck on you.

- Sure, she's crazy about me.

But five minutes alone with her

and we're both ready to kill.

I am sorry for the hostages, I truly am,

but not as sorry as I am for numero uno.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, this is Sergeant Crowley.

Who's this, Hallie?

- I have three hostages and 12 sticks of dynamite.

In 13 minutes they go up together

unless we're on our way to the airport with Gabe Hawkins.

- Hey, come on, Hallie.

Listen, give us a break, will you?

These things take time.

You see, I really don't have the authority to...

- You get it, fast.

And if you don't believe I'm serious,

you just hang up and hang on.

(booming)

- What do you call that firecracker, a negotiating position?

I've still got go at 3:55.

And look, I am getting pressure.

One of my men found an E license plate out

in the parking lot.

We checked it out.

It belongs to a city councilman named McCann.

Now the brass wants action before those people

up there find out who it is they've got.

- Sergeant Crowley, yes, captain?

- All right, Crowley, I want it straight.

What's it like over there?

- Well, right now it's pretty hairy, sir.

- Well then, why isn't Akers moving in?

- Well, I thought it might be worthwhile

if we waited a little longer.

If I can negotiate...

- Look, waiting isn't the answer.

- Anderson's in there, sir.

- What?

- That's right.

See, Pepper duped her way into the motel,

something went wrong, and now they got her hostage

with the other two.

- All right, Crowley, I'll leave it up to you.

But if it gets any more hairy,

I want you to tell Akers to go.

There are other lives involved, you know that.

- Yes, sir, I know that.

- One of you.

- What?

- I gotta make a trip.

The bathroom.

- Uh, Gill, stay with him, huh?

(sighing)

- I still say the boy needs a doctor.

- Ah, he's all right.

Gill, I told you to stay with him.

Get in there.

- Give me those.

- Craig McCann, city councilman.

Now, isn't this a piece of luck?

You go across the street and you tell 'em who we've got.

- Why don't you call?

Make a deal.

- Afraid the TV cameras are gonna have a field day, huh?

But this time the cameras are gonna be working for me.

You tell 'em I've just decided

that I'm not gonna blow everybody up at four o'clock.

I'm gonna execute one of the hostages right out there

on that balcony in plain view of the cameras.

(thrilling music)

- All right.

Which one?

- Guess.

(dramatic tones)

(thrilling music)

- Let's go meet her.

(panting)

Just take your time, get your breath.

- That loco, she says she's gonna kill one of them.

- I know, we've been listening in.

- She's crazy.

She's capable of anything.

(dramatic tones)

(sighing)

- What?

- No, there's no way you couldn't have heard those shots.

- I told you, I was in the shower.

- [Hallie] Even with a shower cap,

your hair would've been damp around the edges.

- That was a half an hour ago.

- Avery, go check that room inch by inch.

- [Pepper] I told you, I was in the shower.

(dramatic tones)

- Look at this.

- What is it?

- It's a microphone.

You...

- A pig spy.

The lowest, vilest, most obnoxious form of animal life.

Oh, this is gonna be a real pleasure.

- You don't get the point.

We don't want you killed.

- Get out on that balcony!

- Just remember, out there they might think time's up.

Theirs and yours.

- Get out there!

- What do you got in mind, Bill?

- I'm just gonna do a little scouting.

If I get stuck, it's your show, Al, okay?

(tense tones)

- Know why I wanted to come over here?

I wanted to be sure you understood.

Gabe Hawkins doesn't wanna be sprung.

He doesn't want any part of you.

Two-bit toy soldiers, is what he called you.

You're obsolete, Hallie.

People, including Hawkins, are just plain sick of you.

- Gabe loves me.

- Pick up the phone and call him.

- You're lying.

- He's got himself a big Washington lawyer.

He couldn't care less what happens to you.

- How's he gonna pay him?

- We hear he just finished writing a book.

A big cash advance.

You're in it, Hallie.

Not very flattering, I'm afraid.

- You've got about four minutes left.

You reckon the TV cameras are focused in on you yet?

- Hold it.

Let her go.

You obviously think you have to shoot somebody.

And by your criteria, I'm better qualified than most.

- Why?

- Well, after this is all over,

what have I got to go back to?

My face on the six o'clock news?

Calls for my resignation?

Divorce?

- Well, what do you know, lover-boy's got feelings.

Hm, get back inside, pig.

(tense tones)

(tense music)

- Aren't you curious how I got into that room next door?

You had all the approaches covered

by your loyal soldiers here.

Which one of them do you think let me get past him?

- You trying to tell me one of 'em's a plant?

You think if you keep talking you'll live longer?

- [Pepper] I just wondered if you'd thought about it.

- She's right.

None of us is their boy.

But I knew what she was all along.

- And you didn't tell me?

- It's the only way I figured we'd get out of here alive.

- Gill, you covered for a cop spy?

- Hallie, it's all over.

Gabe doesn't love you, Gabe doesn't want you.

Gabe doesn't want to go on anymore trips with us.

If he did, wouldn't he be here by now?

It's all over.

(thrilling music)

- [Avery] Hallie, Hallie!

(rapid gunfire)

(gunshot, glass shattering, booming)

(coughing)

(gunshots)

(shouting)

- [Hallie] Let me go, you pig.

(coughing)

(triumphant tones)

- [Reporter] Councilman, councilman...

- I have nothing to say now.

- [Reporter] Nothing at all?

- Nothing.

- Gabe...

- Hallie Vericker, the queen of the toy soldiers.

Only she didn't know when to get off her throne.

- Well, didn't you want us to get you out of the country?

- No, baby.

I've been.

- Councilman.

Councilman, thank you for what you tried to do up there.

- I just did what I had to do.

It was a frightening experience for all of us.

- [Pepper] Yes.

- Now, I'd better get home and sort things out.

- Yeah, good luck.

- [McCann] Thank you.

- Don't you ever put me in that position again, you hear me?

Don't you ever do that to me again,

are you getting my message?

I oughta bust you right down to the bottom, Pep.

How would you like to be a meter maid?

- I know I broke the rules...

- You broke every rule in the book.

Now, you're a smarter cop than that.

I thought you were a smarter cop.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're not such a smart cop.

- I am a good cop.

- You call that being a good cop, huh?

- You're mad at me, aren't you?

- Mad at you?

No, I'm not mad at you, Pepper,

I just wanna kill you.

(theme music)

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