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All right.

I’m gonna go drain the snake.

Wally! Watch my beer.

You’re gonna have to use
the woods, man,
’cause the toilet's broken.

Ahh! Bullshit!

Howdy, buddy.

oh, God!

Uhh... hello?

Hello in there?

Hello?

This is the FM talk station.

I think yesterday I started
the show with a story that
would make you upset and cry.

About the dog--
oh, yeah...

The dissection. Well, now
there’s another story

that’s going to
make you upset and cry.

From the Internet this time--
coming to us from Tallahassee.

Shut up!
God damn it!

Son of a bitch.

Faraday.

Yeah?
We’re goin' out
on a call.

Why am I going out
on a call?

Einhorn said to take you.
Said the call was
a little... weird.

So now I’m
the "weird call" guy, huh?

Yeah, ’cause you know you've
been so busy, he figured--
All right.

All right. All right,
all right, I’m coming.

Okay, what’s so weird
about this?

Possible dead body.
Possible?

Yeah, possible.
Well, is there a dead guy
or isn’t there?

Caller said he didn’t know
what it was.
Ooh, spooky.

And why couldn’t
another uniform do this?
It’s Alvared County.

Our patrols don’t usually go
that far unless we get a call.
And we got a call, huh?

We got a call.
Yeah, well, I’m the weird
calls guy, huh?

I’m Detective Faraday.
This is Officer Reed.

I’m glad you came.
We’ve been waitin' all mornin’.

Right. Where is it?

Where’s what?
The--

the "thing."

Sure, uh, come on.

Right.

Someone kicked the door in
with some kind of device.

Maybe a car crash--
I don’t think so.

Looks like somebody broke
the door from the inside,

then picked it up and tried
to put it back on.

What the hell
could do that?

I don’t know.
look, the door
ain’t the problem.

The problem’s inside.

Here, look for yourself.
I’ll go 'round.

Come on.

Fine.

Oh, Jesus.

Now, tell me honestly, buddy,

what the fuck is that?

I was thinkin’ at first
it may be a dead animal,

but now, I-I--

What are you doin’?
What do you think?

I don’t know.

Has anyone touched this
or anything?
Oh, no, no!

I made sure
nobody fooled with it.

Right.

Holy shit.

That was about 11:40
that he left with her.

And he looked out of it.
Define "out of it."

Drunk. He looked drunk.

What more can you tell me
about this woman?

Ah, let me think.
Uh, Indian, I think.

Indian?
You know, American Indian.

Like, uh, Native American.

Right. I got it.
Go ahead.

Long black hair.

She had, uh,
sharp features,

like she was perfectly carved.

Like someone really took time
makin’ her.
Can I get a height?

Well, she was maybe
five foot five,

maybe six.

And, uh,

she was just
real sexy, you know?

One of those where,
you look at her

and all you could think was,
"Man, I gotta hit that.

I gotta hit it."

Pardon me. "Hit that"?

Fuck her!

Ah.
Yeah.

She had these eyes
like, uh,

maybe they were
contacts, but...

maybe like yellow eyes,
you know?

Okay, so, what?
Light brown?

No, man. Yellow.

Like, uh, like a deer
caught in the headlights
of your car.

Right.

Who’s in charge of the scene?
That would be me.

Great.

Well, I hope you didn’t manage
to lose the body or somethin’.

Nope, everything’s copasetic.

"Copasetic"?
Yeah, everything’s cool.

Whatever.
Just give me your notes.

I thought Einhorn
was giving me this one.

In your dreams, Dwight.
This one’s all me.

You see, I’d say this falls
under the "violent crimes"
category,

not insurance fraud
or incest,

or whatever bullshit
they got you up to these days.

- Animal attacks.
- Right!

Sure. Animal attacks.

Ooh, so tell me, does this look
like an animal attack to you?

Actually, they were telling me
they saw some deer by the truck.

Right, right. So a deer
rips this guy’s truck door off,

beats him with a sledgehammer

till he looks like surrealist
art, and then what?

Retires to his chateau in the
woods to plan his next attack?
I didn’t ask for this call.

Whatever. Like you haven’t
been beggin’ for a reason
to get out of the station.

Detective Patterson
will be taking over for me.

Have a nice day.

I just got a call from the--
I know, we’re off the case.

Yeah, they want me back
patrolling Greenwood
and you on an animal attack.

What is it?

Some old man’s pet monkey
bit some old lady’s dog.

Now there’s a royal
rumble going down.

They want you back
at the station.
Wonderful.

That was before we moved
to Seattle, and I’d never seen
anyone own a monkey there.

I didn’t think owning
a monkey was legal. I think
you’d better check that out.

Yes, ma’am.

Did you make a note of that?
That owning monkeys is illegal?

Yes, ma’am. I made a note
to check it out. Yes, I did.

He was always a vicious
little thing.

He nearly killed
my neighbor’s cat.

He picked it up and twirled it
around and around.

He hit that wall,
that poor cat! Oh!

I can’t have five husbands
looking after these.

Excuse me?
Excuse me!

It started at the groin.

What did you just say?

The trampling.
It was a trampling.

It started at the groin,
then worked its way up

and then back down the body
maybe 15, 16 times.

That’s why it didn't look
like a body at first.

The torso was shattered
and caved inward.

What?

It’s nice talking
to you, ma’am.

I’m sorry for your loss.

Did the morgue get in that body
from Red County yet?
Yes, sir.

It’s already on the table.
The family’s requested it,

but we’re going to keep it
longer to see if we can
dredge something up.

What name is it under?
The guy’s name was Maltoy.

Yeah. Henry Maltoy.
Sign me in so I can
take a look at it.

They’re actually in the middle
of checking it out right now.

Who’s the, uh--?

Dana.

Great.

Hey, Dana.

Dana?

Dana?

Dana!

Christ!

I thought they stopped letting
you wear your, uh, face things?

Well, no one else would take
this guy so I figured
"fuck ’em," right?

What do you mean
no one else would take him?
Just that.

No one on staff would
look at him for more
than a couple seconds.

Aren’t you people trained
to handle this stuff?

Yeah. That’s what I said.

I should probably get that.

Do we have
a cause of death yet?

Well, massive blunt-force trauma
would be sort of an obvious
guess. This guy got leveled.

It looks like a truck
ran over him, then backed
over him, then ran over him--

I get it,
I get it.

But it wasn’t a truck.
No.

Have any clue what it was?
Not the slightest.

I’ve only got one thing
for sure so far.
What’s that?

He died with a ha--

He died in a state of arousal.

How can you tell that?

You see this?
Yeah.

That was his penis.

You see these lines here?
These are stress fractures.

You wouldn’t see those
if he was flaccid.

Something snapped his penis.

What do you mean "snapped"?

I mean "snapped."
Look, I have a thought--

Isn’t this Patterson's case?
Yes.

But I was first on the scene
and I have an interest.

- I thought you were off homicide?
- I am.

But there’s a chance
this is an animal attack.

Really?

Yeah. Now, look.

What am I looking at?
Just-- just look.

Hoof prints.

Hoof prints.

I couldn’t get a flight out
until tomorrow morning

so I’ll have an early dinner
and call it a night.

What?

Well, right now I’m having
a Scotch to celebrate the deal.

Good.

Right. Okay, I’ll see you
in the office on Thursday.

Fine. Good-bye.

Hi.

Can I buy you a drink?

I bet I know
what you want.

A cosmopolitan.

Am I right?

Yes!

Bartender, a cosmopolitan
for the lady.

I’m only here for one night.

Can you recommend a good
restaurant for dinner?

Oh, thank you,
my good man.

Cheers.

So, are you here
all by yourself?

Well, this is, uh--
this is my lucky day.

Would you care to join me
for dinner?

I can’t believe how well
this day is going.

You-- you wanna go?

Are you hungry?
Uh, should we call room service?

You don’t fool around,
do you?

This is definitely...
my lucky day.

So this man lures a woman
into his truck,

he tries to have sex
with her,

she gets mad and leaves.

Then a deer comes

and stomps the man to death.

Okay, problems.

One, there’s not a deer
in the world that could do
that kind of damage.

Two, the something kicked
the door from the inside.

And three, what happened
to the girl?

She went home.
How did she get home?

She disappeared. And where
did the deer come from?

Maybe the girl went cold
and he had a deer handy
as a replacement?

It would be easier
to think of this objectively
if it wasn’t so damned stupid.

Maybe it was something else.
Other animals have hooves.

No, trust me.
Those are deer hooves.

Maybe the girl beat him
to death with a deer leg.

What’s wrong?

That’s one of those sentences
that you never expect to hear.

How do you think I feel
saying it?

Okay, look,
it’s 1:00 A.M.

We’ve been at this for hours
and the best we have
is murder by taxidermy.

Okay, I--
I should be home in bed.

And I should be out partying.

Right. Thanks for
your time, Dana.

Not a problem.
So, um--

are you gonna ask
to be reassigned, or--

No. No, it was just a hunch.

No, tomorrow it’s back
to dog bites and lost cats.

♪ Whoa, my, my
tell me what do I see ♪

♪ A long-legged woman
starin’ back at me ♪

♪ lookin’ so good I'm howlin’
at the moon tonight ♪

♪ I see heaven in her eyes
and a devil’s smile ♪

♪ Come on over
and dance for a while ♪

♪ Shakin’ in my boots
I couldn’t move fast enough ♪

It’s right here.

See the little lady right here?

After you.

Mmm...

♪ Dun, da-na-na-na-na-na-na

Oh, wow...

Wha--?

Huh?

Oh, God!

What are you doing?

Stupid.

Oh...

Oh...
Did you hear something?

No...

No, wait. I definitely
heard something.

No, you didn’t.
Come on, come on.
Let’s get in the truck.

There you go.

Okay.

There it is again.

It’s over there.

Retarded.

Come here.

Ooh, hey...

did you hear something?

No.

Come!
Okay.

Hey...
What?

I didn’t leave
the door unlocked.

Oh, no!

Fuck...

Can I help you?

Yo, Dwight!
Yeah, yeah.
Yes?

What? What is it?

I just thought you should know
they found another one
of those things.

Pardon me, "things"?

Another one
of those hamburger things,

you know,
trampled to death?

They just brought in
the body this morning.

I only know because Patterson
was having a hissy fit about
you playing with his corpse.

Hey, I didn’t play with it.
Whatever, man!

Hey, tell me honestly,

why aren’t you ever
doin’ anything?

Excuse me?
I’ve been here
for five months.

Up until yesterday,
I talked to you twice.

But I see you every day.

You always sitting right there
and your eyes

are always right about... there.

What’s your point, Reed?

Well, I’ve never heard
of a detective

that was assigned exclusively
to animal attacks.

What happened?

A lot happened.

May we delve?
No.

Oh, man, you’re no fun.

That your wife?
We’re separated, actually.

Shit, I’m sorry.

Don’t worry about it, man.
Don’t worry about it.
What are you doing right now?

Me? Um--

Botherin’ you, I guess.

I’m supposed to go
to the firing range,

but I don’t have
much to do--

You wanna go down to the morgue,
take a look at
that new cadaver?

That’s not the sort of stuff
I do for fun.

No?

Christ!
Start working the highway, Reed.

It’ll toughen you up
to stuff like this.
Same M.O., basically.

Massive blunt-force trauma,
died in a state of arousal,
you know the deal.

But then...

I found this...

under his fingernails.

That can’t be human hair.
Yeah, it’s deer hair.

Deer hair?
Yeah, it looks like it got
pulled out during the struggle.

Hmm...

"Hmm"? Someone gets sliced
and diced in a struggle
with a deer

in a hotel room
and your response is "hmm"?

He was in a hotel?
That’s what it said in the file.

Then we must have witnesses
saying they saw him there?
Yeah, with a girl.

Do they have a description?
They have three.

Dark-skinned, long, dark hair?
You got it.

That’s about all
they have in common.

We got three different heights,
three different weights,

although they all agree
she was gorgeous.

Hey... I’m starting
to see what you say
about those hooves.

Some big animal
did a tap dance on this guy.

Any way we can tell
how big the deer was?

Wait, so we’re definitely
calling the perp a deer now?

A deer or a deer-type animal.
Well, what about the woman?

I don’t know about the woman.
I’m still thinking about
the woman.

There’s no real way to call the
size, at least that I know of.

But the hairs were short,
which probably means
it was either young or small.

Oh, no, no. There’s no way
anything under 300 pounds
did this to him.

I mean, this was a big guy.

It’s not like he was--
Maybe it’s strong.

Really strong. It kicked the
door clean off that 18-wheeler.

So, wait-- the girl smuggles
the deer in the room
under her coat?

Stop with the girl. We’re not
thinking about the girl yet.
We’re still on the weapon.

Weapon? Man, I thought
we agreed on an animal attack?

Yeah, well...

You got another one
of those messy ones, Dana.

Oh... uh...
hello, Faraday.

So soon?

Just in. I brought it into
Room One, but they said
you were handling this.

Great.

Don’t feel bad.
I’m still the "weird calls" guy.

What? So you’re not going
to say hello to me?

I said "hello."
You should say hello back.

I don’t even know
your name.

I’m Bill.

And you still should
have said hello.

But I didn’t--
When did this one arrive?

About 15 minutes ago.

There’s still officers on scene,

but Patterson had the coroner
take the body away
’cause there was a crowd.

They’re still having trouble
finding one of his arms.

That’s creepy.

You’re driving.

What the fuck?

At least we found the arm.

Oh, boys!

Fuches, what’s up?
What are you doin’ here?
This is me and Patterson’s gig.

Calm down. We’re just
checking it out.
No, you’re not. Get out!

Where’d they find the body?
I’m not tellin' you.

Find your own way around.

Dwight...

on the roof.

Ooh, first names.

Faraday, what the hell
are you doin’ here?

Just lookin’ around.
You just wanderin’ from crime
scene to crime scene these days?

Calm down, man.

He just ambles in here,
I’m supposed to calm--

Come to think of it,
who the hell are you?

Excuse me.
I’m Officer Reed.

Reed? Didn’t I see your name
on Street Beat?

What are you doing loitering
around my--
Detective Faraday has

just as much of a right
to be here as you.

He had the first one of these--
these things.

Murders.
Have you seen the bodies?
You think a human did that?

What would you prefer me
to think it wa--

Faraday, what the fuck
are you doin’?

Get off my roof!

Just make sure you get
that guy’s...

Good night, ladies.
Drive safely.
Shut up, Fuches.

I can drop you off
before I turn the car in.
No, thanks.

I live about a mile from here.
I’ll walk.

You sure?
It’ll do me good,
clear my head.

Okay, get some sleep.
You too.

No, now I’m definitely
losing it.

Give me your wallet, asshole,
and I won’t cut you!

Okay, okay, okay.

Motherfucker! You almost
gave me a goddamn heart attack!

Please, mister, don’t shoot me!
Don’t shoot you?

Don’t you know better than
to mug a policeman?
You don’t look like a cop.

I was gonna call backup
and have you booked,
but you know what?

What?

Ow!

You fucking stabbed me!

Don’t pull it out!

There’s a hospital
four blocks from here.
Have the doctors remove it.

And when that arm heals up,
get a job and stay off
the goddamn street!

What the fuck was that?

All I’m saying
is that we cannot
rule out an animal attack.

Weren’t you saying this was
a sexual assault homicide?

Yes, that’s true too. Maybe some
sort of animal sexual assault.
Oh, boy. Here we go.

I think your private
fantasy life is beginning
to interfere with your work.

Shut up, Fuches.
Look, I’m being serious.

Dana in forensics says
the blows are hoof-shaped.

Right, Dana.
That pillar of sanity.

The blows are circular.

Hooves are ovoid.
I don’t think--
Shut up, Fuches.

Murder weapon is hoof-shaped.
I’ll give you that one.

But the blows hit these guys
with a tremendous amount
of force behind them.

For an animal of that size
and strength to be hiding
in a major metropolitan area

for any amount of time
is, frankly, impossible.

It’s very possible! This could
be an unknown animal.

Some kind of a-a
mutant hoofed quadruped.

Great. We got a killer
moose-man roamin’ the streets.
A new kind of animal--

one that we haven’t seen before.
All right! That’s enough.

In London, in 1981, a series
of brutal animal attacks
were linked to a freak wolf

that was gunned down
in Piccadilly Circus.

I’m familiar with the case.
Then what makes this
so different?

Because this is not 1981.
This is not London.

These men weren’t bitten
or clawed or even scratched.

They were pounded
into fuckin’ mincemeat.

Then how do you explain
the bloody hoof prints
found at the scene?

I don’t know. They're too far
apart for anything I know of
with hooves to have made them.

My bet is, they’re from the perp
draggin’ the weapon
on the ground.

That is ridiculous. The distance
between the hoof prints suggests
an animal moving on two legs,

a biped that was leaping
or-or jumping, like a deer!

And I can’t believe you're
taking this dragged weapon
theory seriously!

As opposed to your
minotaur theory?

Minotaur, that’s funny.

Chief, all I’m asking is
the next time it happens,
let me be first on the scene.

You callin’ dibs?
Yeah, I’m calling dibs.

What makes you so sure
there’ll be a next time?
Two days, three bodies?

I doubt a killer this brutal
is gonna stop without having
been caught.

Oh, and you’re the one
to catch him, right?

Christ, can you even
do a push-up?
Or shave?

Shut up, Fuches!
Right.

Because I remember you being
a half-decent detective
at one time, you’ve got it.

Hey, come on!
This is bullshit!

Deer shit.
Faraday!

Just watch your back.
That’s enough.
It’s Faraday's case.

Yes, sir.
I...can’t hear you.

Yes, sir.

Now, do either of you
know anything about this guy

who claims he was
attacked by a cop with a knife?

Dana has the results
from the autopsy
of the body on the roof.

Guess what she found.
What?

Guess!
How the hell am I
supposed to guess?

Deer DNA.

Deer DNA?
Deer DNA.

What does that mean?
You’re Sherlock, man.
I’m just Watson!

Right.

It’s pretty quiet around here.
You wanna catch some lunch?

That new Indian casino
feeds officers free.

You mean the new
Native American casino, right?

They make enough money off
the slots to feed a couple
of brothers in blue, right?

Let’s go.

Howdy and welcome
to River Rock Casino.

I’m Steve, the official greeter
here at River Rock.

Say, did you hear the one
about the Indian brave
who went to the psychiatrist?

He said, "Doctor, I don’t know
if I’m a wigwam or a tepee."

The psychiatrist replied,
"Why, son, you’re Two Tents!"

Hee-hee-hee!

Yee-howdy!

Say, why not try
our steak and lobster buffet?

Or dance your troubles away
with the music and mirth
of the Magic Toys,

now performin’
three shows nightly

in the River Rock’s
spectacular Powwow Room.

Please.

Thank you.

Okay, here’s the story--

back when I was on homicide,
I was partnered with a guy
named Ted Neiman.

Sweet guy, smart.
You know, really going places.

He started criminal justice
classes because he wanted
to be a crime fiction writer.

He’d sort of fallen
in love with it.

Anyway, we were following up
leads on this murder.

No big deal, just
a drug deal thing.

Awesome! Yes! Yes!

Anyway, we found an address on
this guy named Daiquon Barlow.

When we got there--
We should have radioed
for backup.

But we didn’t.
Ted went around the back.
I went in the front.

Trouble started right away.
It was crazy.

Crack addicts
running every which way.

One of them decides
he’s not afraid of the cops,

so he runs on me
with a pistol.

Little white guy,
bright red hair, you know?

Must have been around
95 pounds soaking wet.

And I don’t have
my gun out.

So I’m basically running away
a couple seconds so I can
pull the Glock.

By then, he’d chased me
into this narrow hallway.

I turned and I fired
my gun three times.

One shot missed, the other two
hit him here and here.

And I’m still rushing off
the adrenaline,

scared to death that some
junkie’s gonna jump out
at me out of nowhere.

And then I saw Ted--
my partner Ted,

was lying on the floor
in back of the junkie.

Both bullets went through
the guy and they--
they both hit Ted.

So there was this
big investigation,
you know, and, uh--

for a while, a few people
said that I planned it.

Right? That I’d meant
to shoot Ted.

Eventually, the whole thing
was dismissed as an accident,

but people don’t forget
so easily.

Einhorn took me off
active duty and by the time
he let me come back

I was on animal attacks.

So I was pretty fucked up
in the thick of it.

And I was always out of it
and doped on anti-depressants.

My wife left me and I lost touch
with most of my friends

and then I had this, uh,

this kind of a realization.

- An epiphany.
- Yeah.

I just realized that we all have
our time to make our mark
on this planet, you know?

And all that I’d done
with my time was...

get a decent man killed.

That’s the mark I made
on the earth, so...

That’s dark.

Yeah, well...

Shit.

Well, now that we’ve had
our sharing time,

let’s figure out what a deer
monster has against horny men.

You know, this girl--
this girl bothers me.

Whatever’s happened
to these men, it’s happened
because of her.

Right.

Maybe it’s not a woman.
What?

There’s this type of spider,
looks just like an ant.

Builds these fake ant holes,
hides, then waits for the real
ants to follow him down...

and then chomp!
Right.

So you’re sayin'
the deer monster pretends
to be a beautiful woman,

lures guys to somewhere secluded
and then stomps
the shit out of ’em?

I don’t know--
All right. Deer Woman.

Wait, what? You know
of a deer woman?

Are you guys into
stuff like that?
Stuff like what?

Native American mythology.
You know, the Deer Woman,

the Piasa Thunderbirds,
the Rogoya?

You know, stuff like that.

Sit down.
I gotta--

No, no.
It’s okay, please.

Sit down.
Uh, yeah, I guess
I got a minute.

What you heard us talking about
isn’t a legend. It's a case
we’re working on.

Somebody’s killing people in the
city, trampling them to death.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I saw that on the news.

You guys-- you guys think
that’s the Deer Woman?

What is a deer woman, exactly?

Okay, here’s the story
how my dad used to tell it.

When the Poncans
would get together
for a big social gathering,

the Deer Woman would come out
of the woods and slip,
unnoticed, into the party.

And she’s like,
the most beautiful woman
in the world,

really sexy, built like
a goddess from the waist up.

But from the waist down,
she’s like a deer.
A deer?

Well, you know,
she has deer legs.

Four legs or two?
You guys can’t be serious.

We’re very serious.

Two legs.

Anyway, she comes in the party
and finds a guy.

She lures him out somewhere
secluded, bangs him and then
tramples him to death.

That’s the stupidest thing
I ever heard.

Hey, it’s just a story.

How come no one notices
she has deer legs?
She keeps ’em covered up.

Why? Why does she do it?
What’s her motive?

Why does everything have to have
a "why" with you people?

It’s a woman with deer legs.
Motive really isn’t
an issue here.

Okay, how do they catch her?

What do you mean "catch her"?

How does the legend end?
How do they kill the Deer Woman?
They don’t.

She just kills everyone who she
seduces and then she disappears
back into the forest.

Right.

It’s just some silly
misogynistic Poncan legend

and you two are acting like
this is a serious theory
in a criminal case.

Actually, it’s our only theory
at the moment.

I’m going home, shower
and change and get
completely drunk.

What’s the matter?
This case getting to you?

Look, every legend
is based in fact--

Every legend is not
based in fact.

If you take that attitude,
we’re never gonna get anywhere.

Look, I get off soon.
I’m thinking about comin' back.

Maybe hittin’ the slots.
You wanna come?

Little drinking,
little gambling.
I don’t gamble.

Did you see how they were
paying off in there?

You saw one person win.
So now you’re gonna
come back and play,

thinking you’re gonna win
like the one person
you saw win,

out of the hundreds
of people in there?

That’s correct.
It’s people like you
that make America great.

You wanna bet?

Workin’ nights now, Faraday?

Not now, Fuches.
I’m sorry for being
such an asshole to you earlier.

The more I look at this case,
the more it seems bizarre.

Yeah, to say the least.

Well, uh,

Have a good night.

You too.

Asshole.

Shit!

Excuse me, ma’am?

Can I get a 7 & 7 please?

Well, I don’t see why not.

$50 worth of chips, please.

Here we go, new shooter
comin’ out.

Any cme, horn high/low,
last chance.

Yeah! Let’s go!

Here we go.

Shit!

By the way, notes to pay.

Hey, here we go.

Thank you.
No, thank you.

Should I play the seven?

Same shooter, here we go.
Bets down.

Lady, you’re the boss.
Here we go.

Hey!

How about that?

Here we go.

The old 11!

Yeah! That’s what I'm
talkin’ about!

Yeah! Yeah!

You want me to let it ride?

Okay, the lady said
let it ride!

Here we go! Come on!

The old 11!

Oh, baby! Where have you been
all my life?

Oh! Whoo!

Yes!
Here we go, new shooter comin’.

Oh!
Lucky! How about
another round?

Yeah! Yeah!
For everybody!

Ohh...

Ah!

Yeah.

Ooh...

Oh! Ah...

Oh, man,

you are beautiful.

Damn it.

I’ve got to get that.

I know, baby. It’s my job.
I gotta get the phone.

Cool down, baby.
I’m not goin' anywhere.

Hello.
That you, Reed?

Dwight?

I’ve been doing some research.

That’s good.
I’ll see you tomorrow.

This has happened here before.
About a hundred years ago,

11 loggers were found
pulverized, they’d all been
seen with a pretty woman.

Dwight, I’m a little drunk
and something’s come up.

I’m thinking we should put
some officers in some clubs
and on the streets, you know?

I’m a little busy now.

I got a girl in here, man.

I will call you tomorrow.

Have you seen her feet?
Say what?

Do you know her?
Have you seen her feet?

Reed? Are you there?
I’m a fuckin' idiot, Dwight.

Where’s your gun?
Call backup.

Reed?

Reed!

Request backup at 3581 Maneri.

Copy that.

Fuck me!

Reed?

Reed?

Reed?

Oh, my God.

Officer down. Repeat,
officer down at 3581 Maneri.

Apartment 406.

What have I done?

Oh...

Goddamn it!

Police! Police!
Don’t you move!

Jesus Christ!

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