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[BEEPS]

MAN: You're late.

I want you here
before dark.

Sorry, Mr. Lindley.

Do you want me to come back
tomorrow?

Come in, and be
quick about it.

[GATE BUZZING]

Uh...

Can't you, like,
put the gun down

when I'm here,
Mr. Lindley?

Son, I never put my weapon down.

Not even when I'm sleeping.

If I sleep.

I'll just leave these here.

[BILLS CRINKLING]

Take your girlfriend out
tonight.

Thanks.

I'll see you in a few days.

Hey.

Did you talk to Casey Brooks?

Oh.

Uh, yeah.

I called him, but he said
he never even heard of you.

I already called him.

I told you that!

Now go see him!

Okay, I will.

I've been busy with work
and school and stuff, but...

I will, I promise.

I gotta go.

You tell him
he's gonna deal with me.

If he don't come,
I'm going to him!

Okay, Mr. Lindley.

Okay.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

I can't take this
much longer.

I'm gonna do something,
damn it!

You tell him!

Tell him!

Tell him I'm still here!

[TWIGS SNAPPING]

[LINDLEY SCREAMING]

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now, he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge
from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

POLICE OFFICER:
Please stand back.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Well, he'll tell us
more downtown.

Man, oh, man,
this is amateur night.

I beg your pardon?

Not you, Natalie.
The perp.

He left everything
but his business card.

You might notice
that this fits neatly

into the empty sheath
on the victim's hip?

So he was killed
with his own knife.

The question is why.

Someone who's after
money and guns

takes money and guns, right?
Right.

Well, this guy
was armed to the teeth.

He didn't even
get a shot off.

I mean, whoever whacked him,

they hit him quick
and they hit him hard.

Well, I'll go check it
for prints,

and by the way, what does
your partner think of all this?

I don't know.

He's still "meditating."

Ah.

Listen, Nick, I'm sure
that graffiti is very important

but what about
the possible murder weapon

we just found?

Hello? Nick.

Anyone home?

[BIRDS CHIRPING,
INSECTS BUZZING]

SCHANKE [WHISPERING]:
Nick...

Binh Loc.

Bin what?

Well, whatever it is,
it can wait.

It's show-and-tell time.

Did these all belong
to the victim?

All the guns
have serial numbers

but aren't registered here.

That, plus a fistful
of phone calls

to the old U.S. of A.,

tells me that this dude
was Americano.

Groceries were delivered today.

That means
he had company.

I got an APB out
on the delivery boy.

The landlord says
Lindley had rented here

about three months.

Says he never went out.

So far, I haven't met anybody
who knew him, or even saw him.

But I got
the distinct feeling

he made the neighbors
very nervous.

Ah, he'd make me nervous.

Hmm.
Was he on parole?

No. We checked.

Maybe he knew
a probation officer.

Maybe.

KYLE:
Uh, Casey Brooks.

He's all Mr. Lindley
ever talked about.

I was supposed
to set up a meeting,

but Brooks had never even
heard of Mr. Lindley.

Any idea why he wanted
to talk to Brooks?

Well, I asked once,

but I got a look that said
I'd better not ask twice.

Did Lindley ever
threaten or attack you?

No.

I mean, a couple of times

when I first started
delivering to him,

I thought he was gonna.

Lindley was
a strange guy.

You think I killed him?

None of his guns were fired,

so it must have been
someone he trusted.

What?

Lindley didn't even trust
his own shadow.

I mean, he was paranoid
or something.

Come on, Kyle!

You were Lindley's
contact with reality.

Now, why the fortress
and the guns?

Who was he so afraid of?

I don't know.

What?

I don't know.

It could have been
anybody, or everybody.

I mean, he never said.

Brooks was the only thing
he ever talked about.

I swear, that's all I know.

The kid's not big enough

to have taken Lindley
hand-to-hand.

Yeah, but he could have
helped the killer

get through
Lindley's defenses.

Why is an American
who's not on parole

desperate to meet
a Canadian parole officer

who's never heard of him?
Let's go.

SCHANKE:
Hey, captain, we're off to see Casey Brooks.

I assume you know
he runs night seminars

for young offenders
out on probation,

along with other
valuable services

to the community.

Is that all, captain?

Be advised, people downtown

think very highly
of Brooks and his work.

I'll keep that
in mind, captain.

SCHANKE:
This Casey Brooks is not only connected,

he sounds like a saint.

Yeah, personally,

I don't trust anyone
that sounds that good.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

KNIGHT:
Did it rain last night?

CHILD: Yes.

Always rain.

What?

This?

Ah, this is

to put the medicine
in your arm.

Hurt?

No.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

But it's
good for you.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Your English is very good.

Thank you.

I'm teaching
my daughter.

How was your
trip here today?

Fine, thank you.

Uh, maybe you can help me.

Answer a question?

On the road
back there

there was a tree cut down
with markings on it.

What does it mean?

Oh, it is a symbol,

an old form of writing
no longer used here.

The symbol
means "clean."

Nobody knows
who put it there.

That didn't hurt, did it?
Not too much.

There.

SCHANKE: Kids.

KNIGHT: What?

I said he works
with kids.

You know, Nick,

sometimes
I get the feeling

that you're
not listening...

at all...

to me.

[KIDS TALKING]

WOMAN:
Come here. Come here.

What time's
that clock say?

Are you blind
or something?

It's five after.

Man, Casey's late.

He's the one
always sweating us

about being on time.

I'm out of here.

I wouldn't do that.

I got better things
to do

than wait for him
to drop in.

[BAG HITS FLOOR]

Damn, look out!

What's with the
dramatic entrance, Case?

First thing, I wasn't late.

You just didn't see me.

Second thing is,

you didn't see me for a reason.

See, because out there
on the street,

trouble will drop on you
a lot faster than I did.

Of course, you two knuckleheads
already know that,

and the rest of you too.
That's why you're here.

You have to anticipate, okay?

You see trouble coming,

you gotta step
out of the way.

Oh, I get it.

It's like a moral-
to-the-story-thing, right?

Yeah, yeah, it's like
a moral-to-the-story thing,

only sometimes morals
are kind of hard to remember,

right?

Sometimes
they go in one ear

and out the other.

So, what we need
is a visual reminder.

You got to
see trouble coming

and get out of the way.

That's exactly right.

See, I wasn't

hanging around up there
for five minutes

for my health.

I wanted to see who would be
tempted to split, Damon.

I wanted to see
who might take the bait.

Huh?

Now, you can't fight
the temptation to drugs,

and all the rest of the stuff
out there on the street,

just kicking back,
laying at home,

thinking up excuses
for your repertoire, you know.

It just doesn't fly, does it?

You're right, man.

You're right, Case.

I'm always right.
Casey Brooks?

Can I help you?

Detective Knight,
Metro Homicide.

Can we have a minute?

This doesn't have
anything to do

with either of you, does it?

Any of you?

Don't even think about leaving.

Nice gear.

Where did you learn to rappel?

I picked it up
along the way.

What's this about?

Do you know
an Abraham Lindley?

No.

We hear he's been trying
to contact you lately.

Oh, yeah,
is he kind of a crazy guy?

Depends on your definition.

Um, there's a kid...
There's a delivery kid.

He told me that Lindley
was trying to get a hold of me

and that...
I don't know.

Said that he was kind of psycho,
weird or something.

I got plenty of that
around here, you know?

So I just figured,

life's too short.

KNIGHT:
Funny you should mention that.

Sorry, it's the only photograph
we have.

Lindley's dead.

Well, I'm sorry too.

You sure
you don't know him?

No, it's just that...
The photo.

I'm, uh...not used to seeing
that kind of blood.

Well, believe me,
we understand.

Well, excuse me, uh,

if you gentlemen
are through with me,

I have to get
back to work now.

He knows

we don't believe
a word he's saying.

BROOKS: Come on, guys...

He could have
given Lindley a fight.

Think he's our guy?

Well, we've got
a nice set of prints

all over the photograph.

If they match,
breakfast is on me.

[SIGHS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[MAN YELLING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[GUNFIRE, PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Move, move, go!
Go, go, go, go!

Move, move, move, move!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Ou est le Vietcong?

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

LAMBERT:
Cause of death is a full-thickness laceration

from the left inferior
sternocleidal mastoid muscle

to the right mid-sternum,

severing
both carotid and jugular.

Of note, numerous old injuries

suggestive of buckshot
or shrapnel

in the left thigh,
buttocks and lower back.

Come here.

See the jagged edge
of the wound?

Yeah.

It's not a clean incision.
It was torn.

What's the point?

Well, it means

when the wound
was inflicted,

the skin was
stretched taut.

or in other words--

When he was killed,
he was looking up.

Well, you can rappel
out of a tree.

There were traces of blood
on his face and his belt.

Somebody
cleaned them up.

Oh, and another thing.

That carving on the wall
at Lindley's place

must have meant
something personal.

[BIRD HOOTING]

[HOOTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]

Don't move!

You don't do anything
unless I say!

Get your hands on your head
and step away from the jeep.

Now!

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Drake!

Who are you
and what the hell

are you doing
on my road?

The name is Nick Parker.

I'm with the
International Red Cross.

ID's in the top pocket.

I was just up
inoculating kids

in the village
up the road.

That'd be Binh Loc.

We hear it's a contingent
of V.C. dug in up there.

Yeah, well,
the only contingent I saw

were very sick kids.

The rest of the village
looked like friendlies.

What the hell do you know?

Check the jeep.

Where you going

in such a hurry, Parker?

Can I take my hands down?

Take them down.

I was going
to the firebase

at Hill 1-3-0,

before sun-up.

What unit you from?

They call us the Clean-up Crew.

The symbol means clean.

Nobody knows
who put it there.

If there's any V.C. up in there,
we'll go in and clean them out.

Vehicle's clear.

Can I go now?

Can I have
my ID back?

Yeah, you can go now.
Thanks.

Hey, Parker.

You ain't gonna make it.

[SOLDIERS LAUGH]

[JEEP STARTS]

Nick?

What do you think?

I think we need to hear
about those fingerprints.

[VILLAGERS SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

[SOLDIERS YELLING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Bring them in,
bring them in, let's go.

In there!

Come on out!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Check the trap down the road.

[SCREAMS]

Move it, move it!

Get out here!

Go, come on!

Move it!

Come on, come on, come on!

Move it! Move it!
Move it!

Get them in!

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah! Yeah!

Let's get them
in here!

[SHRIEKING]

Hey, this one speaks
English, lieutenant.

Where's the V.C.? Where's the...

Ou est le Vietcong?

Where are the Vietcong?

Where's the V.C.?

No V.C.

[SHRIEKS]

You're a liar.

MAN: No V.C.,
no V.C.!

No V.C., no V.C.

We need the lines back up
right now.

Oh, come on, there's
gotta be something--

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Here's my report.

Schanke says
you're going to

close this thing out
before breakfast.

I think he's right,

but for all
the wrong reasons.

Oh?

You know something, don't you?

I've met Brooks before.

I know what he's
capable of.

Well, we won't get
the fingerprint results

until the computers
come back up,

which will be sometime
in the 29th century.

So you won't
buy me breakfast,

you will buy me lunch,

which will be a much-anticipated
historic event.

We can't wait that long.
Let's go.

Go? Go where?

Another hour,
Brooks'll be across the border.

We can't even put him
at the scene of the crime.

We have to arrest him.

We can't prove
anything, Nick.

Schank, trust me.
Knight, Schanke!

Sorry, captain,
we're on a siren.

Schanke, where's he going?

To pick up Casey Brooks.

The prints come back?

Uh, no, there was a delay.

Nick doesn't feel we can wait.

Can you make a case?

I have no idea.

Nick, wait!

[SIREN WAILING]

If you don't mind me
asking, Nick,

why do you think

that Casey Brooks
is the killer?

We don't have
any evidence.

I mean, what the hell
is this belief based on?

Experience.

Wake up!

All of you!

All right.

Who is it?

Who did it?

Who's feeding on the children?

Complain,
complain...

That's all you ever do.

Do you think

you're the only one
with principles?

I should have known.

V.C., ou?

Where's the V.C.?

No V.C., no V.C.!

No V.C., no V.C.!

BROOKS:
Where's the Vietcong?

Ou est le Vietcong?

You're lying!

Where's the V.C.?
V.C.!

[GUNFIRE]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

No, no, no!

Hold your fire!

[SIREN WAILING]

Couple more minutes, Nick.
Still time to change your mind.

Why would I do that?

Because we're gonna bust in
on a guy sitting in his pajamas,

watching The Late Show,

and arrest him for something
we cannot prove.

Nicholas, I am entirely
without fault

in this matter.

How can you victimize
the living...

[SCREAMING]
the young living...

when there are
so many dead out there?

Is it your greed,
Lacroix?

Your perversity?

Or both?

It's just a fever.

They will recover.

What if they're made so weak
that other diseases kill them?

Which is exactly why I prefer
to take a few drops from many

rather than a large swallow
from one.

How thoughtful of you.

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

Thoughtful, indeed,

considering
that our little debate

will soon be irrelevant.

[SCREAMING, MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

BROOKS:
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

No!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

[YELLING IN VIETNAMESE]

[SCREAMING, GUNFIRE]

[SIREN WAILING]

There's his house.

[TURNS OFF SIREN]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

KNIGHT:
Casey Brooks?

[GRUNTS]

I'll go around back.

Damn.

[HEART BEATING]

Schank?

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.
Get him, get him!

Mr. Brooks,
we need to talk.

Hmm?

We need to talk
about Binh Loc

and the Clean-Up Crew.

KNIGHT:
Phony passport,

phony birth certificate,
phony driver's license,

pilot's license, gun permit,
uh, credit history.

All fake.

Except for this.

It's the real thing.

Our photo people

blew up the insignias
on the shoulder patches,

and then we got in touch
with the Pentagon.

Your real name is
Travis Drake, right?

Lieutenant Travis Drake.

Commanded a platoon
in Quang Trí Province

in Vietnam, 1971.

On the 24th
of November,

your unit massacred
18 unarmed civilians.

You were court-martialed,

and all of your men
testified against you.

KNIGHT:
Of the 12 men you had in Binh Loc,

five died in-country,

and the seven who made it back

have all died violently
since then.

Except for you.

Now, Travis,
do you have something to say?

I didn't kill Lindley,

and I don't know
who did,

but somebody tracked down

and killed everybody

that I was in the bush with.

Everybody but me.

Well, who else had a motive,

except for you?

Hey, my guys told the truth
at the court martial.

I wouldn't expect them to do
anything else.

But the fact is,
three of my guys

between 1973 and 1980
were murdered.

In 1981,
us four survivors

hooked up
in Los Angeles.

Including Lindley?

Yeah, Abe was there.

We wanted to pool
our resources.

Remember Munich '72,
the Olympics?

Remember how the Israelis

tracked down
every single PLO terrorist?

Well, we thought

somebody was doing
the same thing to us,

some covert operation,

but this time, from Vietnam.

Any leads?

Not a one.

But my guys kept dying.

So I disappeared.

My family and friends

haven't heard from me
since 1983.

Well, then,
how did Lindley find you?

I don't know. I'd like to...

I would have liked
to ask the guy.

[SIGHS]

Look, I...

I like my life here,
you know?

I thought I was
doing something,

trying to help out,
trying to...

Trying to make up
for what happened.

I thought
that if I...

just played it off
like he had the wrong guy,

then maybe he'd just disappear
and take the killer with him.

[DOOR OPENS]

Gentlemen.

COHEN:
You're wasting your time, detective.

Tell them, doctor.

Well, there are prints

all over
the murder weapon

but they're not
Brooks', or Drake's,

or whatever his name is.

You can't identify them?
No.

Does Brooks tie into
this case in any way?

I think he's either the killer
or the killer's next victim.

[SIGHS]

I have no idea
what's going on here,

and I don't like that.

Get this case organized

and report back to me
before your shift is over.

I guess I'll take
a rain check for lunch.

What about holding Brooks
for a while?

I think we've got enough.

Right. I'll talk to the Crown.

Let me know what they say.

Where are you going?

I've got a source
I think can help us.

What source? Who?

You don't want to know.

[MAN CLICKING TONGUE]

LACROIX:
"Water, water, everywhere,

and not a drop to drink."

Or something like that.

I'm afraid
they're all dead.

Such a pity they didn't
save the raid

until later in the day.

Why did they attack
at all?

There was
no military here.

I told them.

C'est la guerre,
mon ami.

This isn't war.

This is a crime!

Yes.

Yes, it is.

What are you
going to do about it?

What will you do

to bring these criminals
to justice?

[SLOW, HYPNOTIC POP PLAYING]

I can't believe
he's here.

♪ ...to leave the past behind ♪

♪ The only answer ♪

♪ Gets harder to find ♪

[GASPS]

Nicholas,
what a welcome relief.

From what?

Taxes.

My accountant says
they're inevitable,

like death.

He's an accountant.
What does he know?

That's a good point.

Mm-hmm. So you have that

"I'm here on business"
look

about you.

Is there anyone new in town?

From overseas, maybe?

There are always rumors.

Who is to say?

Did Lacroix ever...

Did he ever mention
Vietnam?

Vietnam? Only that it
was a much nicer place

under the French.

Of course, he had
plantations there.

Where didn't he
have plantations?

And he never really
forgave them,

that's right,
for defoliating the place,

and--

Vampires.

Did he ever mention

any vampires
that he might have made?

No.

En foi, Nicholas,
so many burdens.

Tell you what.

One night,

I will
close the bar early

and you will be
my only guest,

and I will help you to...

relax, hmm?

Janette...

[WHISPERING]
Yes?

Don't cheat.

[CHUCKLES]

LACROIX:
I'm listening also.

I hear your thoughts.

You feel you're alone,
but you're not.

I know your pain.

Your frustration.

Your hunger
for justice.

I...

am the night crawler.

I feel...everything.

Come to me.

Now.

I can be your strength
where you have none.

I can be your wisdom
and your truth,

and all you need
to share with me

is your very soul.

What are you going to
do about it?

Nicholas.

How unexpected.

You did it.

Back in Vietnam,
you brought one over.

Ah.

So many things
slip my mind these days.

Believe it or not, Nicholas,

it was your righteousness
that inspired me.

It shamed me.

Of course,
I got over it quickly enough,

but not before I had deduced

an ingenious solution
to your dilemma.

[FLIES BUZZING]

After you left, I returned...

uh, compelled by my shame.

I searched the village
for survivors.

I had all but given up
when I heard a heartbeat,

faint in strength,
but strong in emotion.

[HEART BEATING]

And then...

Then I felt him,

his young blood
boiling with rage,

his heart crying out
for vengeance.

The crimes
of the Cleaning Crew

were before me,

and here I was
with the power

to make justice possible
for the victims.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes. But not this way.

Lieutenant Drake
and his murdering minions

should not
have been punished

for what they did?

What, Nicholas,

no justice
for the wronged?

No vengeance?

What about the victims
of his ill-conceived crusade?

What about my plantations?

Drake was court-martialed.

He's changed his whole life.

He works with kids.

Oh! Well, that makes everything
all better, then.

Play basketball twice a week
with disenfranchised youth

and all is forgiven.

Or...

Or can it be

that if Drake
can be forgiven for his sins,

then it follows

that you can be
forgiven for yours?

How perfectly convenient
your logic is.

How perfectly
self-serving.

It isn't about me.

It's always about you!

About you
and your eternal struggle

to manage your guilt.

You used to be so much more fun,
Nicholas.

Where is he?

Stop tormenting yourself.

You cried out for justice

in the midst
of the madness and the horror,

and I delivered it.

Let it run its course.

Leave this one be.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I have to go.

Don't say
I never gave you anything.

[CHUCKLING]

Yeah. Schanke?

Nick...

Casey's out.
The Crown cut him loose.

They cut him loose?

But we had him, Schank.

We had him for resisting arrest,
forged documents, weapons.

I know, I know. He said
he was afraid for his life

and they believed him.

No, no.
Someone put the word out.

What can I say? Cohen was right.

Casey's got friends
in high places.

He's a parole officer
with a good reputation.

Yeah, okay, okay. Hang tight.

I think I know
where to find him.

But where, Nick?

Nick!

Great.

[AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

[WHOOSHING]

It's nice to have friends,
isn't it, lieutenant?

Someone with, say,

their own private plane
to lend out?

I don't suppose you ever
mentioned Binh Loc

to your friends
at City Hall.

How the hell did you
find me here?

Someone with a pilot's license
wants to get out of town?

This is where I'd come.

You're not gonna
survive on your own.

Well, thanks.
I'll take my chances.

What the hell
choice do I have?

I'm your only choice.

Let me put you
in protective custody

till we get this killer.

Thanks, but I don't have
much trust to give.

Lieutenant!

Hey, don't call me that,
all right?

I'm not Lieutenant Drake
anymore.

I paid my debt.

And what happened at Binh Loc...

it just got out of control.

I tried to stop it,
but I couldn't.

I tried!

You don't have any idea
what it's like

trying to live
with that kind of guilt,

and living with that guilt
is payment enough!

Some debts
can never be repaid.

and someone out there won't
forgive you for what you did.

Unless you come
with me now,

you're gonna be dead
very soon.

I'll take my chances.

All right, take this.

Take it.

What the hell is this?

Come on.

What the hell's going on?

Where did you come from?

MAN:
They warned me about you.

Some said
you might stay out of it.

Well, that's not
going to happen.

DRAKE:
Who the hell is this guy?

No V.C.!

[GUNFIRE, SCREAMING]

[YELLING]

Good.

You haven't forgotten,

lieutenant.

You're dead.

Hmm.

Matter of opinion.

He's the one who killed

all the other soldiers
who were at Binh Loc.

And this...

is my final task.

[WHISPERS]
Binh Loc.

You were...

You were that doctor!
The Red Cross doctor!

You haven't aged.
You haven't...

You haven't aged a day.

Lieutenant Drake...

It's useless to run.

I will not let
the pain of the cross

stop what I must do.

If you interfere...

I'll destroy you.

I have no wish to.

[SIZZLING]

And I'm not gonna let
the pain of the cross

stop me, either.

[SNARLING]

[BOTH GROWLING]

[GUNSHOT]

I want to know.

For 23 years,
I want to know.

Are you V.C.?

Why don't you ask that
of my neighbors?

Why don't you ask that
of my grandfather?

My mother?

My sister?

They only wanted
the war to end!

They liked you,
Americans!

[WHISPERING]
I'm asking you.

Yes.

I am.

[LAUGHS]

And you think

you will shoot me
again?

For what it's worth...

I'm sorry.

Drake!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUN CLATTERS TO FLOOR]

It's done.

I've never forgotten
your service to my village,

my family.

I know I can speak for them.

Thank you,

for all that you tried
to do to help them.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Now...

there's just one more task.

No, please, don't interfere.

Go. Now.

[BEEPING]

[SCREAMS ECHOING]

You owe me breakfast.

Dinner.

You've typed up
the report already?

Yeah, captain told me
to write it up.

[CHUCKLES]

You wouldn't believe
how fast

people are jumping off
Drake's bandwagon.

I mean,
his friends downtown

want this put to bed
very quietly.

Yeah, that's no surprise.

All evidence at the scene
points to suicide.

Witnesses saw flames
in the hangar.

I figure
he burned something

and, uh,
pulled the trigger.

Any idea what he burned?

Evidence, maybe?

Forensics can't make heads
or tails of the few ashes left,

but Natalie looked at it,

said it could be
personal papers, letters,

that sort of thing.

Well, she would know.

So case closed.

Drake had everybody fooled,

including me.

I guess everyone has something
that catches up with them

sooner or later.

I wish I could say it's a shame,
but...

when a killer dies,
how much sympathy can you have?

Hmm.

You gonna sign off
on that thing

or are you gonna
have it framed?

Just one thing.

Don't call him
Travis Drake.

I think by the end
he was Casey Brooks.

[♪]

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