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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Come on, play the good stuff.

Ask me who I like.

The Monkees.

Ask me which song.

The one called,
I need a ride to Jersey,

but the tolls are 30 bucks
for a real good time. You know it?

It's a company picnic,

but in a bowling alley,
we can bring guests.

Some nice girls work at the store, Duane.

The meatloaf was awesome, aunt Charl.

I'll bet you miss it more than anything.

Duane does just fine on his own, ma.

Del, toast?

Don't sweat it, dad.

I'll toast.

Uncle Del, aunt Charl, cousin Art,

when I see your happy faces
around this table,

it makes me wonder how many
more years we'll have.

I mean like this.

Suave.

I didn't mean to...

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It's not bad.

But we don't do family friendly
comics at Da Bomb.

These sweet drawings of yours,

if only we could put you in a time machine.
Take you back to 1955.

That one shouldn't be there.

I'm sorry I wasted your time, all right?

$99.95.

Good looking sweatshirt goes with it.

You don't care.

Roller derby's cool.

Just ring it up.

Maybe these pants are $99.95.

Big letdown, man.
The water's dead out there.

Give it another 15 minutes. Come on.

We just took the a train
all the way out here.

Whoa, what is that?
A wave ski?

- I'm just gonna try it out.
- Come on, man. Get on your board!

What the hell was that?

Oh, man.

Cranking.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2006/01/22

Paul ran away like a little girl,

I had to go in and pull
the body out by myself.

Did you hear anything before the body hit?

What?

Bill's got surfer's ear.

Did you hear anything before the body hit?
A plane, or...

Nah, nothing.
I got surfer's ear.

This is what happens when you jump
out of a plane without a parachute.

Who wears a coat like this
in a plane, huh?

I'm thinking maybe someone who hides
in the wheel well of a jet,

worried about freezing to death
at high altitude.

So I figured a plane's coming in
and approaching about 200 miles per hour,

deploys the landing gear,
around 1,700 feet.

Body drops and hits the water
at about 110 miles per hour.

More or less.

If it's any consolation,
she probably froze to death,

or died of lack of oxygen
before she dropped.

No consolation.

Well, you gotta be pretty desperate
to stow away like that, huh?

Fulbe cloth.

What?

I knew this exchange student in college
who was from west Africa.

All her clothes were dyed indigo,
and they had this pattern on it.

- She was Fulbe.
- What about this pattern here?

Does that bruise look like
it comes from a fist?

I count three knuckle impressions.

The swelling looks pre-mortem.

A couple of teeth missing.

Bleeding.
Cuts inside the mouth.

She really took a beating.

And gave some back.
Her knuckles are badly skinned.

Her fingernails look like they were clipped
after she put on nail polish.

Hey, Rodgers, how far into rigor is she?

She's already coming out of it.

She's been dead for over 12 hours, right?

The flight from west Africa
takes about nine to ten hours.

Or she was dead
before the plane took off.

Someone stuffed her in the wheel well,

and then clipped her nails,
maybe to hide the evidence.

What's, what's that on her labia?

Looks like a piercing for a stud.

The Fulbe are Muslims.

The Fulbe women wouldn't have
genital piercings.

Nice to know some parts of the world
are still civilized.

Her killer might've dressed her
in a Fulbe tunic to hide where she's from.

Well, we know when she landed.

Maybe JFK can match her
to an incoming flight.

New York Tracon
Office of Air Traffic Manager
Westbury, New York
Tuesday, December 5

Three international flights

came in on that approach this morning
in the time frame you specified.

From Chile, Russia, and France.

So where are those big boys now?

On their way back home.

We need you to alert the local airports
to hold those planes

until we can arrange
a search of the wheel wells.

Hey, we give you a 15-minute time frame,

and only three planes landed
on that runway?

Stowaways in wheel wells?

You only see that on international flights.

Well, humor us.

What else landed?

Skyhawk airways cargo plane
left JFK for Iceland at 3:10 a.m.

Had to turn back six minutes out.
Problem with a wing flap.

Which puts it coming in for final approach
right over those surfers.

Where's Skyhawk now?

Um, runway H.

How do you know all
that aeronautical lore?

Date a stewardess?

My old man.

Took me to the beach on the weekends
to watch the planes take off and land.

He used to fly what they call Corsairs

off the aircraft carrier Antietam
during the Korean war.

So, of course, I wanted
to be a fighter pilot.

I can see that.

Found five African-American
hairs and a tooth.

Must've got shaken loose during take-off.

Wow, so this Fulbe tunic was a disguise,

our Jane Doe is a local girl,
beaten to death,

stuffed into the belly
of an outbound plane.

Somebody went to a lot of trouble for this.

Very unique, very organized MO.

The perp's probably not a first-timer.

One similar victim.
Four years ago.

Yup, a black woman.

Beaten to death. Found under the
wacky mouse ride in Palisades park.

Fingernails clipped,
body scrubbed clean.

So where's the perp been
the last four years?

- And don't say prison.
- Actually, that was gonna be my guess.

I cannot sell this upstairs
as a potential serial killing.

Two separate incidents,
that's how it gets written up.

Serial killers don't
sprout up fully formed.

It takes years to develop their MO.

You know, this guy tried to send
Jane Doe airmail to Iceland.

That's where we should start
looking for his other victims.

Overseas.

You use sandblaster at 5 a.m?

That outside tool.
My wife no sleep.

Athens airport, November 2002.
Sao Paulo, July 2003.

Dublin, March 2004.
Lisbon, May 2005.

Four unidentified women of color found
dead on the approach to these airports.

Last week intended for
Keflavik airport, Iceland.

All these airports are near water.

That's probably where the bodies
were supposed to end up,

but if the wheel bay opens late,

well, then the bodies end up in a field.

The bodies that were found
were the mistakes.

The ones that dropped too late.

So there might be bodies
nobody knows about.

Ones that hit the bull's eye.

You got enough to go upstairs?

Yeah, I can sell this.

Serial killers always have
a favorite dump site.

This one's the whole world.

Anger...

Anger and depression.

Upstairs bought the serial killer angle.

- Where's your partner?
- Over at latent.

Interpol sent over the prints
of the victims from Athens and Dublin,

along with the autopsies.

None of them were sexually assaulted.
Just like our Jane Doe.

This perp gets stranger.

His victim in Sao Paulo was actually
seen crashing into a boathouse.

That gave us a time frame to work
back to a flight originating from JFK.

So check who had tarmac access
on that flight and the flight to Iceland.

Upstairs bought it.

Great, because it's raining hookers.

The girls who dropped in
on Dublin and Athens,

both pros.

Cheryl Mantee from Manhattan,
Lucinda Stiers from the Bronx.

Another wrinkle in our MO.

Except Jane Doe from the Rockaways.
Her prints didn't pop.

- Could be a hooker with no arrests.
- Yep.

And there's a heaven where we'll
all be reunited with our childhood dogs.

Well, I bet somebody cared enough
about her to call missing persons.

Yeah, that's Marcy.

She was always extra careful,
you know, about who she went with,

and arrests, with the three kids.

Well, it's good you called
missing persons.

Yeah, "Missing whore,
we'll get right on that."

Monday night, the last time
you saw Marcy, do you remember?

Well, real cold nights
are bad for drive-ups.

Guys don't like to unzip.

Yeah, well.

I finally get a guy,
and we drive off.

And then I looked back, and boom.

Another car pulls up to Marcy,
and she got in.

Sounds like someone was waiting
for you to leave to pick her up.

You get a look at her date?

It was dark.

Did you notice somebody
watching you that day?

Or the day before?

There was a guy parked over
there on Monday afternoon.

Same guy was here on Sunday night
giving Marcy the wavy eye.

She tried to chat him up,
but he went all a-scared-of-girls on her.

Investigations Unit JFK Airport
Queens, New York
Thursday, December 8

Personnel who have access
to a plane on a ramp.

Well, we got mechanics,

FAA, security,

flight operations, baggage,
caterers, fuelers.

Who doesn't have access?

So we've got racial incidents,
and violence against women.

You know, you think about this guy,

he's getting rid of bodies
in the place that he works.

Gotta be an easier way.

Well, he's mocking his job.

Mocking authority.

Anytime I meet someone who hates his job,

they usually hate themselves worse.

Yeah, I read the story.

Woman splats from a plane.

What's a police investigation
want from me?

Well, as a mechanic, you have access
to the wheel well that she went into.

And you don't like black people.

Oh, no, that still on my record?

You used a racial epithet on the job.
Was that a mistake?

I yelled "nigga, yo!" to razor.

Gus Fucci, my pal.
We do rap.

Yo, what's up, my homies?

In the rap world,
you gotta represent.

Well, the guy that reported you,
was he African-American?

No, white.

Some FAA supervisor.

One of those check-off Charlies,
prowls around.

Jumps on you for infractions.

But you explained to him
about representing, right?

Guy says,

"sorry, man. I let this slide,
I'm not doing my due diligence."

"Bee-yatch."

My movements the last week.

Who I was with, phone numbers.

I heard what was going on,
so I'd thought I'd save you some time.

Very accommodating.
Thank you.

Yeah, not that we don't appreciate this,

but we're gonna have to ask you
about those threats

you were overheard making
on the phone to a woman.

Is your marriage perfect?

Let's talk about last week.
Monday night between 12 and 3.

I was hauling baggage between terminals.

You go near a Skyhawk hangar?

No, that is on the other side
of where I was.

You can check my summary,
that's what it's for.

I got written up on a violation.

Okay, "unsafe equipment operation."

I was taking baggage from
terminal six to terminal eight,

a suitcase falls off.

So this FAA inspector rolls up,
it was due-diligence duane,

starts chewing me out
for stopping my tug in a fire lane.

I didn't see frist in the cargo area.

I ticketed him over by terminal eight.

Yeah, we understand you hand out
a lot of tickets, Mr. Winslow.

20 a day by our count.

I guess that's one way
of getting your boss off your back.

Well, it's what they expect of me.

Yeah, but your boss must get
a lot of complaints.

Must piss him off.

Yeah, it's not my problem.

What, you just starting your shift?

How's your girl feel about these hours?

I'm not with anybody.

I never worked a graveyard shift.

Must leave you, like, a lot of time
during the day to get things done.

Oh, during the day, I just sleep.

Oh, sleep all day, work all night.

Aren't you afraid you're missing out?

On what?

Uh, I gotta work.

Whoa, is that a sketch book?

Can I see?

Where do you sketch around here?

Um, on break, I, uh,

I go to the end of runway W,
by the lights.

Wow, that's sweet.

What's her name, Junie?

It's June.

- Only Ted calls her Junie.
- Okay.

Look, I really gotta...

- get going.
- Okay, thanks for showing me.

Depressed, loner.
Anti-authoritarian.

Uncomfortable with girls.

I don't know, Barek.
I think he liked you.

Okay, how long to Panama?

Okay, if I wanna get off there,
and take another, can I do that?

Okay, I'll call back.

That's him.

That's the guy Marcy talked to Sunday.

It was his car she got in on Monday.

You told us it was too dark to see.

Trina, you don't have to lie to us.

We're gonna get him, okay?

This gentleman's gonna
take you downstairs.

Thanks for your help.

Well, she made him.

For the wrong night.

If coincidence were evidence...

Does Winslow have a sheet?

No.

Anyway, women getting clobbered,
that's what Duane likes.

And that makes him a serial killer how?

Well, on the plus side,
the sleeping, low affect, depression.

If being a timid loner was all it took...

What we haven't seen is the anger it takes
to beat these women to a pulp.

Maybe we just haven't given him
anything to be angry about.

Apartment of Duane Winslow
605 Avenue B
Monday, December 12

I don't remember seeing him
by the Skyhawk.

Well, it's just that they're
not cooperating with us at all.

Especially this guy frist.

Yeah, we were over at his place,
he didn't even let us in.

Which tells us he's hiding something.

You know, it's kinda cold out here.

Oh, yeah, I guess it is.

So you, uh,

you hear anything about
frist threatening his co-workers?

Um, no.

"Stop the violence."
It's a group for battered women.

Yeah, I do volunteer work.

You ever go to the trials?
Just to support the victim?

Yeah.

At the trials...

you know, all that graphic testimony
of women being beaten...

Does that ever make you sick?

Yeah, it's disgusting.

Because you know, some guys like all
that testimony of women being raped.

They get off on it.

You're not one of those
guys, are you, Duane?

No.

No, I'm not.

I like your sketches.

Can I have one?

I guess.

How about this one?

You know it occurs to me
that nothing gets you hot.

You're just one of those guys
that run cold.

You know, like you didn't do well
with the girls, so you just gave up on sex.

Like this drawing of Junie.

It's like a kid did it.

It lacks anatomy.

Is that what you lack, Duane?

You lack anatomy, Duane?

Look, I told you.

Her name's not Junie.

It's June.

Only Ted calls her Junie.

He's called her that since
they met in high school.

I gotta, I gotta go to work.

He just took it.

No anger.

No highs, no lows.

He likes the idea of women being abused,

but I don't think he can achieve
that intensity of violence.

I think he likes to watch.

The other room?

The walls were sandblasted,
the ceiling was soundproofed.

It's a boxing ring with a peephole
between the two rooms.

Duane likes to watch
someone else give the beating.

A partner.

An angry partner.
Anger and depression.

What a tag-team, huh?

We know Marcy landed some punches,

but Duane didn't have a mark
on him that we could see.

Probably because his partner's the one
that's carrying all the bruises.

- Winslow's phone records?
- Yeah.

Uh, only personal calls were
the weekend Marcy was killed.

To a Del and Charla Geddens in Jersey.

Del's 56, high school principal,

Charla's 50, manages a gourmet nut shop.

Duane grew up in Tarrytown,

so we know that they're
probably an aunt or an uncle.

You talk to his neighbors?

Nobody's ever seen him with anybody.

The only complaint is,

two or three times a year the super says
he does a little late-night sandblasting.

Last time was Tuesday morning.

Probably wiping off Marcy's blood
from the walls of his boxing ring.

Boy, I'd love to get
a forensics team in there.

And I'd love probable cause.

You say he's got a partner he never calls,
never been seen with.

You can't even tell me
why they kill these women.

Whatever Duane feels,
this other helps him to express it,

which he definitely can't do on his own.

You can see it in his cartoon drawings.

Has these complicated ideas
about how people relate and interact.

Then he draws them alone on a page,

isolated, disconnected from
everybody else.

He called Del and Charla
in New Jersey in May of 2005.

Isn't that when that girl
was found in Lisbon?

And then this last time.

Every time he calls Jersey, a girl dies.

Your partner in crime,

you'd talk to him
more than a couple times a year.

Unless he's somewhere
you can't reach him.

Home of Del and Charla Geddens
Kearny, New Jersey
Thursday, December 15

We hardly see Duane.
He's my late sister's kid.

We feed him once in a while,
that's about it.

When was the last time you did that?

- Two weeks ago, Sunday night.
- Any special occasion?

Our son was in town for a few days,
they're good pals.

Your son?

Art.

Duane do something?

Probably not.

We're just talking to him.

NYPD drives out here for nothing?

Liquor cabinet's that way, detective.

We might need to talk
to your son about Duane.

Hey, he shipped out last week.

Shipped out?

- What's he, in the navy?
- Huh, if only.

Art's a merchant seaman.

Not as glamorous a job
as a high-paid cop.

- When do you expect him back?
- Who knows?

He's out of range.
We're not even sure where.

You said Art and Duane are pals.

So they hang out together
when he's in town?

On the night that Duane
comes over for dinner.

Art's barely here anyway.

He's just a few nights,
then he jumps on another boat.

But he stays here?

Yes, until his last night.

Then he sleeps aboard
his boat in the harbor.

He says to get back his sea legs.

Yeah, after a weekend,
I need to get my cop legs back.

Well, that's interesting.

They both ended up in transportation.

Planes, boats.

They talk about that when they were kids?

They weren't so close growing up.
They were always fighting.

Maybe Art pushed Duane around a little?

Did he ever.

And Duane was a year older and taller.

Well, they seem to be pals now.

I guess everything got sorted out.

Yeah, don't ask me why.

When we hear from Art,
we'll have him give you a call, officers.

Thanks.

Art got on a boat headed
to the Panama canal.

We wanna get him extradited back here.

On what basis?

We checked his ports of call
for the last four years.

He had two assault complaints
filed against him.

One in Tokyo, one in Hamburg.

That's two unprovoked attacks
on prostitutes.

It fits the MO.

Except these women weren't murdered.

I don't think he can kill
unless Duane's there to watch.

- To enable him.
- Deplorable as these attacks are,

they aren't probable cause for arrest.

Yes?

Taverna shipping company?

Yes, hello, this is detective Barek.

What day?

You're sure?

Okay, thank you.

Art quit his ship five days ago.

Just before they entered the canal.
They don't know where he is.

Duane must've tipped him off.

I wonder what Duane will think

when he finds out
that cousin Art's been moonlighting.

Hi, Duane.

What are you doing?

Sorry to interrupt your quiet time.

How did you...

Airport security drove us out.

That's new.

All right, Duane, look.
We need to talk about your cousin Art.

Yeah. He's been getting into
some pretty wild R&R

while he's been cruising the seven seas.

This one's from Japan.

This one?

From Germany a year ago.

They got beat up pretty bad.
Did you know about this?

Your cousin's a dangerous man, Duane.

We gotta find him.

I don't know where he is.

Your aunt and uncle told us
how it was between you and Art.

If he's bullying you into doing
something you don't wanna do,

- we can help you.
- But you gotta come clean with us.

You gotta help us catch him, Duane.

He's the bad guy here, not you.
We understand that.

Look, I don't know anything.

You, you guys can't be in my car.

I can't have unauthorized passengers.

You been to the airport pharmacy?

You got a cold pack.

Gauze. Bandages.

You gonna be giving somebody first aid?

Look, you have to go.

Immediately.

First aid for a boxing match.

I guess cousin Art is coming to town.

Seaman's Union Office
Brooklyn, New York
Monday, December 19

He might've gotten right back on another
boat out of Panama headed this way.

I heard you just fine the first time.

Geddens, Geddens, Arthur.

Caught a job on the Maria
boricua six days ago.

Where's the ship now?

Dropped anchor in New York city
harbor three hours ago.

Still awaiting customs
and immigration clearance.

- The whole crew should still be on board.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry, able-bodied seaman geddens
is off ship on a medical emergency.

- What's wrong with him?
- Not him.

Another sailor came down
with a bad case of food poisoning.

Geddens went with him to a hospital.

Oh, great, I hope you weren't
counting on him coming back.

Phenazopyridine.

Here's your food poisoning.
Art got himself off the boat.

Yeah, look at this.

These were peeled from
a couple of passports.

Art's making himself and cousin Duane
a couple of new IDs.

I guess they're taking
their show on the road.

He's not here!

We haven't heard from him.

Basement and garage are clear.

I could've told you that.

I wanna know what you want with my son.

- We just wanna talk to him.
- About what?

And you watch out
you don't break anything.

Talk to him about what?
Tell me.

- Got a lot of wrestling trophies here.
- Don't touch those.

They stop in junior high school.

Did your son quit
wrestling in high school?

Art couldn't go all the way.

He didn't have the heart of a fighter.

Now how long those patrol cars
gonna be out there?

All right, look, before the neighbors
start asking questions,

we should tell you what
we're looking at Art for,

because it's gonna get out anyway.

We're investigating
the beating deaths of five women.

We think Art and Duane are responsible.

You think my son killed these women?

And the neighbors are gonna wonder
where he picked up this behavior from.

He didn't learn it from me.

Well, you being a high school principal,
the story's gonna get a lot of ink.

Loyalty's fine.

But if you help us find Art,

people are gonna understand that
the apple fell a long way from the tree.

Your father would've come,
but he had meetings at the school.

No, it's okay, ma, I understand.

I went to the bank.

Oh, okay.

No, this is good.

I'll pay you back.

Cash in your pocket now.

Art Geddens?

No! / You're under arrest.

No!

Step back, ma'am.

I'm sure your father didn't mean it.

Where'd you get those scratches?

Bar girl in Marseilles.

She was going for my eyes.

Didn't like Americans.

Looks like you ran into
a lot of America bashers.

Knuckles broken multiple times.

Scar tissue.

Must be quite the pugilist, Mr. Geddens.

On ship, we fight over nothing.

Get dressed, Art.

Ratted out by your own father.
That's gotta be tough.

Oh, your mom can sugarcoat
it all she wants.

But that man wants no part of you.

Bullied you all your life.

Now he's just gonna
wash his hands of you.

In a little while,

you're gonna get a chance
to tell my partner and me

what your old man drove you to do.

Then you can shove it in his face.

Think about it.

You don't owe anybody anything,
not even Duane.

I ain't saying nothing against Duane.

What, the guy you used to push around?

Are you kidding?

You don't think he's gonna rat you out
the first chance he gets?

The description in this
passport's dead on for Duane.

Art could've run, but he
came back to help his cousin.

Yeah, it'd be touching,

if they weren't serial killers.

Well, that loyalty runs deep.

Art may never roll on Duane.

The bully and his victim.

They found an accommodation.

Art gets to vent his rage,

and Duane gets to watch
somebody else be victimized.

Show these to Carver, see if you can turn
them into a search warrant for Duane's place.

Wake up a judge,

and we can hit Duane's place
while he's still at work.

Looks like tonight
was gonna be fight night.

Fly-boy.

Sailor-man.

Look at this.

These two bricks come out.

There might be some blood
spatter inside on the surface.

These were printed out of his computer.

This is Duane with a fly-boy hat
and this would be Art.

Some kind of prep work for animation.

Logan.

Suspect just pulled up in his car.

Let him come into the door.

Hit the lights.

Don't move! Don't move!

- Stay there.
- This is my home.

Welcome home.

This is something I didn't
expect from you, Duane.

He's encrypted his animation files.

I'm betting it's pretty sick stuff.

Don't worry, I'll cover
your eyes when we play it.

Okay, CSU finished working
Duane's place.

No fluids, no fibers, no prints.

If nothing else, Duane's earned himself
a good housekeeping award.

Got it.

Play it.

Go ahead.

Brace yourselves.

Heavy.

What we need here is a private
screening for the boys.

Hey, Art.

Give any thought
to what we talked about?

About your father bullying you?

I'll settle with him on my own time.

Really?

I left you here all these hours,
that's all you can come up with?

I paid a visit to your
cousin Duane tonight.

He's got the place all ready for you.

Art, I think I got this figured out.

Duane scouts the girl,
you hook up with her,

you offer her a bonus
for coming over to your house.

By the time she figures out
what's going on...

time to rumble.

This stuff?

to mend your cuts and bruises.

Smelling salts.

Well, if she passes out
after you bash her head in,

you wake her up for more.

It's a nice touch.

Now, where's your corner-man,
cousin Duane during all this mayhem?

He's hiding behind the wall.

And boy, is he catching an eyeful.

What I find interesting is that Duane
never actually lays a hand on the girl.

Now that's gonna count
for something when he rolls on you.

See, you're the bully, Art.

You're the one the jury's
gonna hang this on.

Bunch of lies.

I'm not worried about Duane.

Yeah, but a good lawyer's
gonna get Duane to say

that you threatened him,
that he was afraid of you,

that he was afraid that you'd kill him
if he didn't do what you said.

See, everybody knows
how you treated him.

- No, that was in the past.
- Not for Duane, it's not.

Yes, it is.

He's over it, we're friends now.

Really? Friends?

Let's ask him.

Art was just telling me
how he and Duane are best pals.

Yeah, is that true, Duane?

Yeah.

Because I've been telling my partner
how you're two sides of the same coin.

How you complement each other.

Like the best sort of friends.

In that case, our little
game's not gonna work.

We like to have a bake-off
between two accomplices.

The first one to roll gets the best deal.

But you guys are so tight,
we can't get any leverage.

You know, Duane,
I gotta tell you,

I admire you
for letting bygones be bygones.

You know, the way he treated
you when you were kids.

Beating you up.

Terrorizing you.

Making you feel helpless and weak.

No. We were kids.

We're friends now.

You telling me you didn't wanna get
just a little bit of payback?

No.

We're family.

It's amazing.

I'd never forgive it.

And you know, Art,
kids who suffer long-term bullying,

they never get off scot-free.

The effects are devastating.
Depression...

No, Duane's not like that.

Uncontrollable rage,
that's another one.

Good thing for Duane, he learned
a way to work out his feelings.

You know, with the sketches.

Yeah, but his self-confidence
is still a little shaky.

Is that why you bought a gun, Duane?

Feel more secure?

Forgot to show it to you, Art.

That's a Smith & Wesson nine-millimeter.

We found it on him
when we arrested him.

He had a surprise party
planned for you.

And a special girl.

No, you guys, you guys got
all this is all wrong.

I mean, I was just teaching Duane
some self-defense moves. That's all.

Oh, no, Duane had a surprise for you.

Take a look at this.

I guess that's us, huh?

Who do you think that is, Art?

Duane was really looking
forward to seeing you, Art.

You made this, Duane?

Hey, it's not that bad for a cartoon.

What do you know?
You're a cop.

That's not a cartoon,
it's called animation.

I came back for you.

For you.

And you were gonna kill me?

No, it's a joke.

It's not a joke, Art.

Take a look at this.

We end

Duane was dead serious, Art.

So here's the deal, Art.

The boxing ring and the girls
were all part of his fantasy.

So he could watch you
demolish another human being.

But it's really about killing you.

It's his revenge.

One last girl, then destroy you,
and destroy himself.

I'll destroy you, you bastard.

It was all him!

The first night that I shipped out,
he brought the hooker to Palisades park!

He dared me to hit her!

You have no idea how hard it was
to get him to actually do it.

He cried after we hit her.

- You coward.
- Oh, you're a wimp!

You're the killer!

You picked the girls!

You're a wimp!

He should've never have picked on me.

I didn't deserve it.

He thought he was so tough.

The last girl...

she almost knocked him out.

And you like that, huh?

Yeah, it was the best.

She really made him bleed.

If Art's dad knew what bullying
his son would lead to,

he might've thought twice about it.

If you every wonder why
I don't have kids,

now you know.

Let's get out of here.

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