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Previously on Grimm...

We should do this more often.

Is Nick okay?

No, and I need to know where he is.

Look, I know this sounds
crazy, but he has to drink this.

Nick! Nick!

- Oh, God.
- Take it, Nick!

- Hey! Everybody, back!
- No!

How did they know that she was a Grimm?

Trubel walked right in
while everyone was woged.

- No, they weren't.
- You really couldn't see 'em?

No.

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Police Captain Sean Renard...

three wounds, right upper, left lower.

Get him on the table.

In two, three.

- V-tac on scope.
- All right, let's go.

Give me five liters on standby.

When did he go in?

All right. Do they know how bad it is?

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Captain's in surgery now.

They don't know anything except
he's been shot more than once.

Three times, I think.

He was gonna shoot him
again, except he saw me.

That's when I ran.

- Had you ever seen him before?
- No.

And he didn't know I was
a Grimm until he woged.

He was Wesen?

A Hundjager. He was kind of surprised.

That's why I had time to get the machete.

He thought I was just a girl.

I wish I could have seen his
face before you cut it off.

Did the Captain say what was in the bottle

that he wanted me to take?

No, he just said you had to drink it

or something really bad would happen.

And Adalind did it.

Hey, maybe what she did to you won't last.

- You don't know Adalind.
- She's a Hexenbiest, a witch.

- In more ways than one.
- Oh, yeah, I read about them.

That's how she transformed
herself to look like me.

- She did what?
- She made Nick think it was me.

- Why in the hell would she...
- So Nick would sleep with her.

I swear to God, I'm gonna
find her, and I'm gonna...

- We should turn around.
- We have to deal with this.

- I killed that guy.
- In self-defense.

They're gonna be all over Trubel.

What am I supposed to say?

You're just gonna tell the truth,

except for the part about the Hundjager.

And Adalind.

And the bottle he brought for Nick.

All right, look, we better
figure this out pretty quick.

And if we have to lie, we better
all be telling the same one.

Henry Slocombe was lead engineer...

Coordinates of our allies.

Lawrence is CVA projects.

I'm a top commander of
Smart Censor Technologies.

These have a yield
resistance on a regional...

We have to have military preparedness...

Now, I think what we need...

persistent threats.

It's unprecedented.

Danny...

Alexandra's still in Paris.

Yeah, she's not home until Thursday.

No, no, I'm not having a good time.

See, unlike you,

I actually miss my
girlfriend when she's gone.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, I've got somebody at the door.

Can I call you right back? Okay. All right.

- Yes?
- Henry Slocombe.

- Do I know you?
- Sort of.

I'm a friend of Danny
Rivera's, Lawrence Anderson.

Sure, yeah, Dr. Anderson.

Yeah, you're working on the
CVA project up in Arlington.

- Right.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry we've never had a
chance to meet face-to-face.

Oh, me too. Danny's always
spoken very highly of you.

So what can I do for you?

Look, I'm... I'm sorry to bother you.

I-I just got into town for a conference.

Um, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Danny has been in a terrible accident.

What?

I didn't want to do this over the phone.

Oh, my God, I hadn't even heard anything.

I'm sorry. Why don't you come on in?

Please. Come on in.

I probably should have called.

Oh, that's okay.
W-W-What have you heard?

I... How bad is it?

I don't have all the details...

some sort of severe head injury.

Wha...

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The bullet fragment
hit the pericardial sac.

We're seeing a liver laceration.

The bullet has tumbled.
It's pressing on his spine.

He's bleeding like a sieve.

That's one.

What if they arrest me?

All right, just remember
it was self-defense.

What about the machete?
How's she gonna explain that?

Just tell them it was mine,
and I keep it in that room.

Hey, Burkhardt and Griffin just got here.

Did you hear me?

- What?
- I said they're here...

Burkhardt and Griffin.

Hey.

- Where you guys been?
- We were at a wedding.

Had our phones turned off.

- Isn't that the Captain's car?
- Yeah.

Hey, who's the primary on this?

Meacham and Pogue. Listen,
I've got some bad news.

We know... Captain's been shot.

We just got off the
phone with the hospital.

- He's in surgery.
- He's lucky to be alive.

When we brought him out of the house,

I didn't think he was gonna
make it to the hospital.

I know you.

- The criminology student, right?
- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, Theresa's been staying with us.

Good thing you weren't here.

- She was.
- Did you see what happened?

Yes.

She killed the shooter.

- What?
- The guy's head was cut off.

He tried to kill her
after he shot the Captain.

All right, we better get with
Meacham and Pogue on this.

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah.

Inside.

You stay here. We're
gonna talk to them first.

- You okay?
- Sort of.

This is where we found the Captain.

Where's the shooter?

The rest of him's upstairs.

- Have you identified him?
- Yeah.

And it's gonna be a mess,
'cause he was an FBI agent.

Name's Weston Steward.

He was carrying a Canadian
passport with his picture

and the name Walter Rathenau,
along with a lot of euros.

He probably wasn't
planning on sticking around.

So Theresa was staying in the guest room?

Yeah.

There are bullet holes in the door.

And I found a book, kind of a weird book.

I mean, is it her book?

It's like a diary, really old,

talk about cutting off people's heads.

But they're not really people.
They have really strange names.

Yeah, the book's mine.

It's been handed down in
my family for a long time.

What kind of book is it?

Just a bunch of stories.

- Really weird ones.
- Hey.

Hey, Burkhardt, Hank.

Last place we expected
to get a case like this.

You weren't here when it happened, right?

- We were at a wedding.
- And you were with him?

Since about 3:00.

You know why Captain Renard was here?

Could have been a case we were working on.

You know anything about this Weston Steward

- or why he shot the Captain?
- No.

Got any idea who killed the shooter?

He didn't cut off his own head.

That would be Theresa.
She was staying here.

It was self-defense.

He tried to attack her
after he shot the Captain.

She called 911, then came and got us.

We'll need to talk to her.

She got a last name?

Rubel. And she's waiting outside.

Hey, maybe it'd be better
if I just got out of here.

No, I think that would be worse.

Just remember what Nick told you.

- Hey, Juliette.
- Hey.

Theresa, these are
Detectives Pogue and Meacham.

They just need to ask you a few questions.

Okay.

We just want you to walk
us through what happened.

We got company.

- FBI.
- It's about time.

FBI? What are they doing here?

The guy you killed used
to be a federal agent.

- What?
- He was a bad guy.

And we need to deal with this.

You cannot run.

The nature of our defensive resources...

- Alexandra.
- Do I know you?

You're supposed to be in Paris.

Henry? Are you all right?

Who are you?

Who...

Oh, my God.

Aah!

You were supposed to come home tomorrow.

I'm Special Agent Chavez.
This is Special Agent Rosten.

The detectives have filled us
in on some of what happened.

Detective Burkhardt,

we understand that this is your house,

and you were not here at
the time of the attack?

That is correct.

But Miss Rubel was staying here?

In our upstairs guest room.

Walk us through what happened.

I should come along with you.

That won't be necessary.

She can handle this, Nick.

What if she gets tripped up on a detail?

We've got to let them do their job.

Can't let it look like we
had anything to do with it.

They're gonna want formal statements.

Then you're gonna have
to go into the precinct.

I don't want you staying here alone.

No, I'm not leaving. It's our house.

Okay, he... he opened the door
and was leaving, and then...

and then I heard these sounds,

and... and I didn't know what
they were until he fell back

into the room on the floor.

What happened then?

I looked up and saw the guy with the gun.

And he saw me, so I ran, and he shot.

That's the bullet hole.

Had you ever seen the man
who shot at you before?

No.

What happened next?

Well, I ran up the stairs,
and he came after me.

I ran in here,

and I shut the door,
and I grabbed the chair.

I-I put it against the door.

Then he shot, so I jumped
back, and I hit my head there,

and then I fell back somewhere around here.

Um, and by the time I was getting up,

he was already coming through the door.

Where'd you get the machete?

It was on the chair.

He was coming after me, so I just...

I shoved him into the hallway and...

and closed my eyes, and I
swung as hard as I could.

You always keep a machete in your room?

It's not mine. It's Nick's.

Uh, Detective Burkhardt's.

How long have you been staying here?

A few weeks.

We're gonna need you to
come down to the precinct

and make a formal statement.

_

We can't afford to have her elected.

I don't care what it costs.
Dig up whatever you can.

Make something up if you have to,

but bring her down.

Is this important?

Weston Steward shot Sean Renard.

I'll ring you back.

- And he got away with it?
- Not exactly.

He was beheaded.

- Burkhardt killed Steward?
- We don't know.

But it did happen in his house,
where the shooting took place.

So Sean Renard is dead.

No, he's in the hospital.

I haven't been able to get details

except that it's critical.

I'll have to inform the King.

My uncle does love his bastard son.

Should he lose a second son,
there will be hell to pay.

What happens if the King

finds out Weston Steward was one of ours?

That would be unfortunate.

It is imperative

that you tie Mr. Steward to
Mr. Burkhardt instead of us.

- Why are you calling?
- I ran into a problem.

- We have to abort.
- Are you done?

- I have one more.
- Then you can't leave.

You don't understand.

Whatever the problem, it's your problem.

If you don't finish, then it's my problem.

If that happens, it really
will be your problem.

This could get serious. We have collateral.

Then I'm coming up there.

But you are not to leave until it's done.

_

_

We good for them to take the body?

Yeah.

What do you make of the girl?

She sees a police captain get shot,

killer tries to shoot her,
and she chops his head off?

If it was my daughter,
she'd be a basket case.

Yeah.

Girl's not normal.

If she was, she'd be dead.

What's that?

Nothing.

We're done. Sorry it's such a mess.

No. What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be on your honeymoon.

- Couldn't do it.
- Not with what happened.

Please, you guys, don't
let us drag you into this

more than you've already
been dragged into it.

Juliette, are you kidding me?

You think we could go
anywhere with what's going on?

- You could try.
- We don't want to try.

Where's Nick?

He had to take Trubel to the precinct.

- Is this where Renard was shot?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Juliette, this is terrible.

I'm just really sorry that
all this stuff happened

on your wedding day.

Did Captain Renard tell you

why he came to see Detective Burkhardt?

He said he needed to talk to him.

Did he say anything
else before he was shot?

I said Nick was at the wedding
and told him where it was,

and that's when he walked
out the door and got shot.

And you said you didn't
know the identity of the man

who shot Captain Renard?

Never seen him.

What did he do when he came into the house?

I think he was gonna
shoot the Captain again.

Then he saw me and decided
to shoot me instead, so...

Her story's consistent.

- You took the Captain's car?
- Yeah, I didn't have a choice.

But you left the scene of a crime.

To get Nick.

Everything she says
matches the crime scene.

There's no link between her and Steward,

no motive other than self-defense.

I think she's telling the truth.

Flight number and arrival time?

All right, thanks.

Did I ask for coffee?

No.

Nick, you got to take it easy.

- You don't want to look nervous.
- Do I look nervous?

Second cup of coffee I didn't ask for.

Now sit down.

Don't drink any more of that.

Just found out where Adalind is.

She boarded Lufthansa Flight Number 4582

through Frankfurt to Vienna.

She's going back to the Royals.

Makes sense. She thinks they have her baby.

They must have made some kind of deal.

Yeah, you.

But she's gonna be very upset

when she finds out they
don't have the child.

Stop with the coffee, okay?

We're done here for now.

Miss Rubel's story is consistent.

No reason to charge her for anything.

She's handling it pretty well

for someone who just cut off a guy's head.

Well, if I knew something
like this was gonna happen,

I would have never left
her alone in the house.

As long as you're here,

you have any idea why your agent
would want to shoot our Captain?

Weston Steward went off
the grid several weeks ago.

We've had no contact.

We don't know who he's working with or why.

So, if you guys have any ideas...

we're open.

We'll be talking.

- Was she staring at you?
- Yeah, seemed like.

- What's she seeing?
- Maybe something Trubel said.

- How'd it go?
- Okay.

- Can we get out of here now?
- All right, you guys go.

- I'm gonna check on the Captain.
- Let me know what you find out.

_

Kent, I think you better come down here.

What's the problem?

I think Dr. Slocombe is
logged into the CVA operation.

Are the access codes correct?

Yes, but I think he's off-site.

Want me to call this in?

Eh, probably just working from home.

As long as the access codes
are right, I'm not too worried.

Let me see what he's doing.

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Hi. You've reached Dr. Henry Slocombe.

Please leave me a message.

He's not answering.

Well, he just logged out.

- Hey. What do you know?
- Oh.

Well, he's been in
surgery over three hours.

Remember when you told
me that there were things

that you'd seen that you couldn't explain?

Yeah.

I don't know... maybe
I'm just tired, but, uh...

That book of Nick's was not a normal book.

There were pictures in it, and
the drawings looked a little

like what I thought I saw that time.

And from what he wrote,

I got the impression that these monsters

were somehow inside people,
like they're possessed.

Am I making any sense at all?

Hey...

monsters do live inside people.

- We deal with them every day.
- This is different.

I think whoever wrote this
stuff really saw what they drew.

When you told me that you'd
seen things, what'd you mean?

I was just saying that
when people get angry,

out of control, their
faces start to change.

It's like they're not even human...

something like that.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Nobody sees the world the same way.

And you can't explain everything.

I'm still having nightmares.

Wu...

I got to tell you something.

Last year I thought I was
losing my mind, too, until...

- Sergeant.
- Yes, Doctor.

Uh, this is Detective Griffin.

I wish I had better news.

Captain Renard is out of surgery,

but, well, he's lost a great deal of blood,

and there's a lot of damage.

His kidneys may shut down.

It's appropriate that you
contact his next of kin

and have them get here as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The Captain brought
something for Nick to drink.

That's what Trubel had in
the bottle that broke, right?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Then we have to find out
what was in that bottle.

I bet the Captain knows,

not that he's in any position to tell us.

Adalind would know.

I don't think she's going
to volunteer anything.

Well, I sure would like to
ask her and not politely.

How did it go?

No charges were filed,
so we're good for now.

Monroe, Rosalee, you shouldn't be here.

I know. They should be on their honeymoon.

- Nick.
- Honestly, man...

what, are we gonna be
hanging out on a beach

with what's happening here?

I am so sorry I screwed up your wedding.

I didn't know everybody was...

Trubel, you did what
you had to do for Nick.

And what we got to do
right now is find Adalind.

Well, that's not gonna happen

'cause she's on a flight to Vienna.

She's headed back to Vienna?

How's the Captain doing, anyway?

Not good.

He might not survive.

I had the stuff you needed in my hand.

I should've just kept going right to you.

Adalind did this, not you.

We just have to find out how.

She slept with Nick.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

It's not what you think.

Well, that's good to hear,

because what I'm thinking
is pretty damn awful.

- It wasn't Adalind.
- Oh, no?

Okay, it was Adalind, but
she didn't look like Adalind.

She somehow made herself
look just like Juliette.

Oh, no.

That is not a good "oh, no."

Oh, I'm just hoping this isn't some sort

of Verfluchte Zwillingsschwester.

- A what?
- An entwining twin curse.

They make a mess of things.

All right, well, best place
to start cleaning up a mess

is the spice shop.

Nick, we won't let Adalind
do this to you, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Look, man...

I don't want you screwing
up your life because of me.

Dude, I wouldn't even
have a life to screw up

if it wasn't for you, okay?

So quit complaining.

Hey, maybe we should
be going to the trailer.

- Maybe there's something...
- No, not tonight, all right?

We all just need to get some rest.

Okay.

I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Do you feel any different?

Can you talk to me?

I don't know. It happened so fast.

Oh, wow. This is, um...

really screwed up.

And you know I would
never have done that...

You really couldn't tell
that Adalind wasn't me?

No.

No, she looked and
sounded exactly like you.

I guess she wasn't interested in talking.

- Look, I'll sleep on the couch.
- Hey.

We're not doing that again.

_

Rubel.

Hey, found some interesting
stuff on Weston Steward.

Last call he made

was to a number in
Rotterdam... GQR Industries.

We know what the connection is?

Working on it.

They also found Steward's
car parked a block

away from Burkhardt's house,
packed suitcase inside.

Where's the suitcase?

They just brought it in.

Let's have a look.

Your eyes. Something's wrong.

They're normal. Can you see me?

- Are you woged?
- Oh, my God.

Whoa.

You wearing that to the wedding?

Unless somebody takes it off me first.

- Really?
- Yeah.

This whole wedding thing

has kind of put me in a romantic mood.

I support that.

You do, do you?

I wish our friends were
getting married more often.

I was wondering where you were.

I didn't want you to wake up to this.

You should go back to bed.

No, let me do this.

Not alone.

I don't know.

Maybe this is a good thing.

What do you mean?

For us.

My not being a Grimm anymore.

Three pairs boxer shorts,

six pairs socks,

whoa.

Here's something.

Euros, Canadian dollars,

pesos, rubles,

passports from Germany,

France, United Kingdom.

He was definitely ready to roll.

Looks like Mr. Steward
was working for someone

other than the FBI.

We need to check bank
accounts, phone records,

run this guy down.

How many bodies?

Any witnesses?

Okay, I can be there in 15 minutes.

Okay.

You get any more sleep last night?

Not much.

- You gonna be okay?
- I don't know.

It's weird, you know,

not being weird anymore,
just being a regular cop.

You were really good at it before.

Well, I guess we'll see if I still am.

Bye.

- Morning.
- Morning.

You okay?

Working on it. How about you?

Same.

Hey, can I borrow your bike today?

Sure. You don't have to ask.

- Just be careful.
- I will.

Hey, what I mean is...

you're the only Grimm in town now, so...

you need to be careful.

Housekeeper let herself
in about 8:30 this morning.

House belongs to Dr. Henry Slocombe,

works at sitre corporation
here in Portland.

- Defense contractor, right?
- Yeah.

Housekeeper discovered
the body, called 911.

She didn't see anyone entering or leaving.

Front door was closed and locked.

We checked the premises,
no signs of any break-in.

We got an I.D. on the vic?

Alexandra Hahn, Slocombe's girlfriend.

Where's Slocombe?

When we first got here,

Slocombe was sitting on the
stairs, pretty out of it.

Couldn't or wouldn't answer any questions,

including who he was.

He had four wounds on the back of his head.

We sent him to the hospital.

Any history of domestic disturbances?

No. No record of any.

About ten minutes after we got
here, the next-door neighbor,

Mrs. Sellers, came over.

She said she heard a scream,

saw Dr. Slocombe drive off
pretty fast in his Porsche.

She assumed it was an
argument until she saw us.

He could've been dumping evidence.

We know what time Slocombe got back?

His car's not here, and
it's not in the street.

Once Slocombe drove off, how'd he get back?

Maybe he dumped the car,
too, came back in a taxi.

What if there was someone else here?

- We get a license on that car?
- We did.

I assume you want an A.P.B.?

- You assume correctly.
- Okay.

Better get to the hospital,

see if Dr. Slocombe has
remembered anything yet.

He suffered some pretty severe trauma.

He's got four wounds
to the back of his head.

The CAT scan and the MRI

show severe swelling in the
hippocampus and thalamus,

where the brain stores most of its memory.

Which means what?

Which means I'm not surprised

he's having trouble remembering anything.

You have any idea what made the wounds?

No. But I took pictures.

I've never seen anything like it.

How'd you find this place?

A friend of Juliette's
is a real-estate agent.

I told her I wanted a few
acres that were hard to get to

and not easy to find.

It has no address, and it's not in my name.

- Well, somebody found it.
- That's Juliette's bike.

You expecting her?

Sorry. I wasn't sure it was you.

What are you doing?

I figure I'd better learn as much as I can,

now that, you know, everything's changed.

You rode all the way out here?

It only took me two
hours. It wasn't that bad.

What are you guys doing here?

We got a case we can't figure out.

Wesen-related? Oh, sorry.

How would you know?

I-I didn't mean it like that.

- It's okay.
- Really?

No, not really, but we've
got to deal with this.

Look...

I'm glad you're here.

We could use your help.

All right, what are we looking for?

Some Wesen that probes
the back of your head

and you can't remember anything.

We've run out of time. You need to deliver.

Everything you need is right up here,

so stop threatening me.

We have to prove to our client

that what you're stealing is
worth the fee we're asking.

Give them this.

This is a key piece to the CVA project,

compliments of Henry Slocombe.

Tell me about the collateral.

Slocombe's girlfriend...
it was unavoidable.

- Did you leave it clean?
- Of course.

They can't tie me to anything.

I just need to dump
the car and get another,

unless you would like to buy me one.

Just hurry up and get to Vickers.

And don't call me again until it's done.

And get rid of that car.

Sir, stop where you are.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Did I do something wrong?

We need to see your I.D.

You the owner of this vehicle?

No, no, it belongs to a friend
of mine... Henry Slocombe.

He loaned it to me for the weekend.

Is there a problem?

Hey, check this one out.

The Gedachtnis Esser?

Looks like some kind of memory eater.

That would explain the
condition of our victim.

"It is not known how this Wesen

"removes the memories of its victims,

"only that it can.

"I surmise it has something to
do with the electrical charges

"in the brain.

"After an attack the victims

"are usually diagnosed
with advanced dementia.

"From interviewing some
of these unfortunate souls,

"I can see why.

"This is one of the most heinous
Wesen I have ever encountered.

"They rob the victims of their very lives

"by stealing their past

"and leaving them void
of any human connection,

"devastating to their loved ones,

"and leaving the victim
unable to identify the attack

"or the attacker.

"Justice within the confines of the law

is, therefore, impossible."

Burkhardt.

When?

Okay, got it.

They just picked up a suspect
driving the victim's car.

It's got to be the Gedachtnis Wesen, right?

All right, we're gonna
need you to come with us.

Dr. Forest, please dial 118.

Dr. Forest, please dial 118.

Code Blue to I.C.U.

Code Blue to I.C.U.

- Let's get a bag. Come on.
- I'll clear the line.

I've got no pulse. We're losing pressure.

- He's asystolic.
- Clear.

Both sides flat.

No heart activity. We're losing him.

Nothing. I got no readings.

Clear.

I met Henry Slocombe

through a mutual friend, Danny Rivera.

I think it was 2007.

When was the last time
you saw Dr. Slocombe?

Last night.

His girlfriend, Alexandra, had
just returned early from a trip.

They got into a bit of a fight,

and I began to feel like
a third wheel, so I left.

I think it was a little bit after 7:00.

He lent me his car so I
could check into a hotel.

- What hotel?
- The Lucia, on Broadway.

I checked out this morning
and was in the process

of returning his Porsche
when I got pulled in here.

Can you tell me what this is about?

Dr. Slocombe was attacked last night,

and Alexandra was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This... this is terrible.
T-They're both dead?

Dr. Slocombe's still
alive. He's in the hospital.

This is unbelievable.

Do you have any idea who did it?

We were hoping you might.

Now I understand why I'm here.

I must be a suspect.

How can I help?

We need you to write down everything

- you remember about last night.
- Of course.

You... you said that... that
Henry is in the hospital.

Is he okay?

The injury was pretty traumatic.

We've been unable to talk to him.

I'd like to see him.

Am I under arrest?

No, sir.

Thank you for your cooperation.

- You pick up anything?
- No.

- Not that that means anything.
- Maybe he's telling the truth.

The car wasn't reported stolen.

Well, even if he's
lying, it's gonna be hard

to tie him to the crime
without any fingerprints

or any witnesses that remember him.

We don't even have a motive.

Look, there's only one kind of Wesen

that can make those kind of marks,

and if that's not him,
we are wasting our time.

Only one way to find out.

Let's give him some Trubel.

This is everything that I can remember.

You're free to go.

But the Porsche belongs to Dr. Slocombe.

- That stays with us.
- Of course.

I understand.

The Sergeant will return
all your personal belongings.

Sir, if you'll follow me...

What the hell are you doing?

You're right outside a police station!

You idiot.

- It's him.
- The Gedachtnis Esser?

Yeah, he woged.

Got to say... seriously ugly in real life.

All right, you better stay with him.

- You have the new phone?
- Uh...

- yep.
- Make sure it's turned on.

It is. I got this.

- Be careful.
- Yeah, yeah.

Clear.

No response.

- Clear.
- I got no response.

Nothing. All right, let's call it.

Time of death, 1:34 P.M.

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