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I've died and the Devil
has come for my soul.

As he should.

But the devil wears Prada.

I wear
what the good Lord gave me

and maybe Forrester Creations

every now and then.

How the hell
did you get in my house?

Oh, I charmed the housekeeper.

Charmed?

Yeah, with your pointed hat
and your ragged broom?

I doubt it.

More like annoying persistence
and maybe a little blackmail.

Says the warlock.

-But I'm here,
so how doesn't matter.
-Mm.

Except that now I have
to do another background check

on my housekeeper.

-Give her a break.
-Yeah. Not before
I give you one.

Keep your beefy hands
to yourself, cowboy.

I'm not here for you.

I am here to see your
"widdle, widdle" wifey.

Vanessa.

Hey, baby.

I could tell that
you needed to talk.

You could?

Given how close we are

to the anniversary
of Doug's death,

it's no surprise
you're feeling emotional.

I'm surprised, though.

Why is that?

Because I didn't wake up sad,
Nicole.

I woke up angry,

steaming, furious.

It has been almost a year,
and I am still struggling

with who to blame
for Doug's death.

JOEY:
Something happened to Doug?

He was in a car accident.
Something about...

a-a... a ravine and a fire.

God.

My husband is dead.

You didn't have a hand in this,
did you, Joey?

I had nothing to do
with Doug's death.

Thank you...

for taking such good care of me.

I don't know how I'd get
through this without you.

♪ ♪

The hospital released
a statement

regarding
Dr. Lia Whitmore's death. Yeah.

I have no further comment.

As I said...

Look, you...

That's all the questions
I'm answering right now.

Ted's been inundated with calls
since news broke about Lia.

I just can't wrap my head around
how something like this...

I mean, she was an amazing
trauma surgeon, Ashley,

and chief of staff.

How could she break so badly?

Well, desperate people do
desperate things.

-Oh. Oh, hey, Naomi.
-Hi, June.

Chief Hawthorne said

he was meeting
with his daughter-in-law.

I put your coffee on the table.

If you want anything else,
you wave me down.

-Thanks, hon.
-You're welcome.

-Hi, Elon.
-Hey.

Thank you for meeting me today.

Of course. What's going on?

Well,

I remember
when Jacob was undercover,

how comforting
it was talking to you.

And I could really use
your wise words right now.

And why is that?

Because I'm worried
about my husband.

Ah. You having lunch?

Yes, please.

All right. Uh, why don't you
take this table right here.

-Wonderful. Thank you.
-Right here.

And you know,
I'll be right back.

All righty.

You know, I couldn't help
but notice that, um,

that police officer over there--

it must make you
and your patrons feel so safe.

Oh, him?

Uh, that's not just
any police officer.

That's the chief of police.

Oh. Wow.

What's he doing?

Is he having one of those, uh,
"lunch with the chief"

PR meetings that I hear about?

Oh, no,
that's his daughter-in-law,

and it's a private meeting.

But I'm sure Elon will make time

-to talk to you
if you had a concern.
-Oh.

Uh, just before Naomi arrived,
he was talking

to another customer
about that doctor who...

died in prison.

Yes, I've heard about that.

I was reading about it.

That's so, so sad.

Someone with so many talents
is gone.

Mm, mm, mm, mm. Sure was.

-Mm.
-But you know what,

I put the blame on that Impaler
for messing up that lady's life

to the point where
she didn't see another way out.

-The Impaler?
-No good, rotten thug,
if you ask me.

-Really?
-I warned Smitty.

He's the one
who wrote that article.

I warned him,
"Stay away from that story."

But you know what?
He didn't listen.

Well, whoever
this Smitty guy is,

he definitely
should have listened

to the very wise waitress.

Mm.

Hey.
I called you in to update you

on some new intel
in the Impaler case.

A Red Market operation
was shut down in San Francisco.

The operation structure
was similar to the one

we busted
while I was undercover.

You think the Impaler
was running that one, too?

If there's a connection,
I'll find one.

But here's the best part.

My liaison at the SFPD told me

that their operation
was dismantled

because of your articles.

You always hope
that your work does some good.

And yours absolutely did,
Smitty.

A hospital administrator
read the stories.

They noticed a similar pattern
at her facility.

It turns out
the Impaler lured a lab manager

into working for him,
just like how he did with Lia.

Did this manager have debt?

Crushing,
and was promised huge returns,

enough to pay off his creditors
if he joined the Red Market.

There is a special place in hell
for these users

who prey on people's
vulnerabilities like that.

Just like how Lia did
with Grayson.

The man was just trying to keep
his mother in assisted living,

but Lia used that
to manipulate him.

Well,
Lia also had money troubles.

Her entire retirement savings
was wiped out.

But, yeah,
talk about bad choices.

One after another.

But if we're handing out
the blame, ultimately...

All falls on the Impaler.

Which is why
I want to nail that bastard

and bring them to justice.

So, where do you go now?

Well, my San Fran contacts. You?

Words, my friend. Words.

You're stoked.

Well, my stories
are having an impact.

It's something I've been missing

ever since
I quit being a full-time dad.

The other day, this woman
came up to me

talking about my accomplishments
with the Red Market series.

It means a lot.

[phone dings]

It's the report.

I better get to it.

Cool. Well, I have an idea
I want to pursue.

Trust your gut, Smitty,

because your article started
a domino effect,

and cracks are starting to show
in the Impaler's operation.

Jacob told me
about Lia's suicide.

And I don't know.
Maybe it's just my legal brain,

but my first thought was

that there's got to be more
to the story.

Maybe that
the Impaler is involved?

So exactly what is it
that you're asking?

I just want you
to be straight with me,

because my instincts
are screaming at me

to convince Jacob to step aside
from this case

and get the hell out of town.

Oh, you know what,
I'm gonna have another.

This tea is amazing.

-Oh, thanks.
-Mm.

You know, I always shake in
a little cinnamon.

Is that... I knew there was
something special about it.

Speaking of tea, you seem

to be very plugged into
everything going on in town.

I want to hear more
about the Impaler.

-I don't think so.
-Really?

That's a gruesome tale.

No, no.
Now you've got me all curious.

Come on. Don't leave me hanging.

Well,
the Impaler runs a Red Market.

-That means he deals in blood.
-Oh.

He would have him ghouls
driving all around town

in a mobile van collecting
donations from the unhoused.

-No.
-Mm-hmm, girl.

The collectors would bully them

into making more
and more donations.

And if they didn't do
what they were told...

Really?

Why would these unhoused people
donate blood if it was so bad?

-They got paid.
-Oh...

I mean, not much, but, you know,
if you're living on the streets,

it's hard to turn down an offer,
any offer.

Did you tell me that you...

you blame the Impaler
for what happened to that...

-this doctor?
-Yup.

It turns out she was using
her position at the hospital

to steal blood and plasma.

Wow. Well, it doesn't sound
like she was all that innocent

if she was involved
with this Impaler.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Well, now,

I did read in Smitty's article

that the Impaler
apparently found out

that the doctor had lost a lot
of money and took advantage.

-Now, that's just plain wrong.
-Yeah.

-That's not good.
-No, you don't do that.

No.

-What a shame.
-Mm-hmm.

Hayley?

Will you... Please, please
don't touch anything.

I have always wanted to go here.

Catch.

What are you doing in my house?

Well, aside from seeing

if the good Lord
will bestow blessings

by striking
Frankenstein here down,

I'm here to check on my friend.

She means you.

You and I both know
that Jacob would never turn

the Impaler case over
to another detective.

He would look at that
as turning tail and running.

He has a personal stake

in bringing this
particular criminal to justice.

Losing our friend Derek was...
a huge blow for me, too.

I understand his need
to avenge that,

but he's losing his objectivity,

and that is a liability.

His need for justice
can consume him.

I mean, how many hours
did he spend on Leslie's case?

And then, he was undercover
for months. I just...

I don't want my husband's
work-life balance

to shift all towards work again.

But it's worse
if he lies to me about it.

You're frustrated,
and I hear you, okay?

So maybe what you should do
is sit Jacob down

and hash this out before...
before it festers.

Okay? Sit him down and say--
Tell him straight up,

"Listen, Jacob, I...

"I appreciate you trying
to protect me,

but I prefer the truth."

Okay.
I'll do that.

I will talk to Jacob.

Good.

Anyone ever tell you
you give good advice?

Huh.
Not enough, that's for sure.

Well, you do.
So, thank you.

You've helped me
feel less unmoored.

Phone still blowing up
because of Dr. Whitmore?

I have barely been able to get
any work done the last few days,

fielding phone calls,
texts, emails.

And now they're dragging
the hospital's name

through the mud again.

What a shame.

Especially since
Monica worked so hard

to rehab the hospital's image,

-especially
when it first hit the fan.
-Yeah.

I talked to her earlier,
and she is a bit frazzled,

but she's still
living that boss life,

putting out fires
left and right.

And if anyone can,

Dr. McCormick can get us
through this PR nightmare.

You don't think so?

I mean, I have faith
in Monica's abilities.

I don't have faith the hospital
can bounce back again.

The board is gonna face
some really tough decisions

regarding the hospital's future.

Don't get me wrong.

I understand
that Doug's decision

to drive drunk the night he died
was his and his alone.

Understand, but...

But the events
that led up to that decision...

I can't help but feel I bear
a lot of the responsibility.

Vanessa, how?

Doug was spiraling.

And instead of getting him help,
I criticized him.

I abandoned him.

You are experiencing what
we call behavioral self-blame.

You believe that you could
have prevented Doug's death

if you had changed
your behavior.

Of course I do.

But you couldn't.

Blaming yourself is
a coping mechanism

because you feel helpless.

Do you know
what I tell my patients

when they're experiencing this?

What?
-I help them stop
the "should" cycle.

I tell them to pay attention

to the statements
they make, like

"I should have" or "if only"

and replace those
with statements like,

"I the best I could
with what I knew at the time."

Understand?

Yeah.
I hear you, Nicole.

And my head agrees, but...

my heart?

My heart is full of guilt

for the way
that things played out.

There were so many
unresolved feelings between us,

and it just... it just hurts

that I will never really know
what happened that night.

It's Doug's.

JOEY:
"If my death was unexpected,

"don't be fooled by
the so-called evidence.

"It was no accident.

It was done at the hands
of Joey Armstrong."

VANESSA:
I'm meeting Deanna

at Uptown to go through some
more of her father's belongings.

I can't believe you actually
think we're friends.

It's one of the hallmarks
of being a friend, Hayley.

Being there for each other,

like I was there for you
when this one

was coding
on the operating table.

And I bought you a snack,
gave you words of comfort

and sage advice when you were
dealing with the Duprees.

You know what,
I'm gonna excuse myself.

Oh, glory.

HAYLEY:
To where?

Anywhere that's not here.

You got this?

Yes.

I'll...

deal with this menace.

You know, I really like
your style, Hayley.

Mm-hmm.
It's a lot of purple,

a little bit too much for me.

I mean, it's kind of like that

dinosaur just kind of exploded
all over the place,

but it speaks
to your personality.

You present yourself like
you're Fairmont Crest royalty,

but everybody knows
that your bloodline is bootleg

more than bougie.

Hm.
You're one to talk.

Oh, I am nouveau riche,

and I come from music royalty,

but I didn't have to diddle
with the devil to get my bag.

I don't know what kind of game
you're playing, Leslie,

but it ends now.

I'm not playing any games,
Hayley.

I really do want us
to be besties.

Jacob.

Hey, son.

Oh, my bad, Pops.

I didn't realize you were there.
What's up?

What are you so focused on

that you shutting off
the whole world?

Remember when I told you
I was waiting

on a whole load of intel
from SFPD?

-Yeah.
-It's here.

And I'm looking for anything
that'll lead us to the Impaler.

And?

Well,

I was comparing
Ren's phone contacts

with those of his counterparts,

and there's one number
that they both have in common.

-Oh, yeah?
-Check it out.

Talk to me.

Why is Portland panicking?

No, I already lost the DMV
and San Francisco.

I'm not shutting down
another operation.

Yes, I'm aware that these
articles are causing an issue.

Believe me.

But your cunning leader
has a plan

to take care
of this snoopy reporter.

He will not be writing any more
articles on our organization.

No, listen to me.
You sit tight,

and you do not make any changes
to any locations, understood?

Don't call me. I'll contact you
from a new number.

The check, please.

-All right.
-Well, thank you.

Oh, and by the way, that was
a wonderful recommendation.

The strawberry shortcake.
It was divine.

And so was the conversation.

I hope you don't mind me
going on about the Impaler.

-Oh, no.
-Some people think
I'm a little too chatty.

Oh, gosh.
Oh, I love all the town gossip.

Do you think
that the cops are gonna

get that guy, the Impaler?

-I know they will. Jacob--
-Really?

Yeah, girl.
Jacob, Naomi's husband--

he doesn't give up easily.

He has a personal stake
in catching that bloodsucker.

Oh.

his best friend,
a fireman named Derek Baldwin,

was killed during a shootout

-with the Impaler's goons.
-No.

How terrible.

Oh, my goodness.

Derek used
to come in here a lot.

He worked at the free clinic.

-Oh, honey.
-He was good people.

Oh, what a pity.

To just be at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Mm-hmm.

Or was he?

Why would a firefighter
be involved

with something like that?

Why would he even be
in that location?

Maybe he wasn't as innocent
as he seemed.

Here you go.

Keep the change.

Oh. I sure will.

Hello there.
I'm sorry to interrupt, but

aren't you
Dani Dupree's daughter?

Uh, yeah, and... and you are?

I'm Heather.
I've had the pleasure

of hanging out
with your mother a few times.

-Heather Armstrong.
-Oh, yes, Heather Armstrong.

But don't let the name
put you off.

-I am nothing like my brother.
-Oh.

There is an abundance
of beautiful women in this town.

You know, Vanessa and I founded
the Beautiful Babes Club.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

We count Dani
as a member, actually.

Well, two supermodels
right here in Fairmont Crest.

Probably more
than other gated communities.

You could be a member, too.

Your skin.
I mean, you are stunning.

-Me?
-Yes, you.

Well... well, thank you.

Um, but no. I...

I leave all the modeling and
designing to my mom and sister.

I'm actually an attorney.

-Are you?
-Mm-hmm.

Wow. Impressive.

Now that could come
in very handy for us,

as well, with our club.

A girls' night out,
if it gets out of control?

-Oh.
-Then again,

we could also
just call your father-in-law,

the chief of police, right?

Uh, that's interesting. Um...

What?

Ah, well, it's just,

I know how you know me
because my mom brags

-about her daughters, as usual.
-She does, yes.

But how do you know about the
other branch of my family tree?

Oh.
There's a very nice,

very talkative waitress
right over there.

-Oh. June.
-June.

I'm so sorry
for being paranoid, and...

Oh, no, no, no. No worries.

No. You can never be
too diligent these days.

You know, personal information

in the wrong hands
can be dangerous.

I'm sure your husband,
the detective,

would say the same thing.

-June, as well?
-Yes.

-Yes, she's talkative.
-Hmm.

More like the town crier today.

-Wow.
-She was just being sweet.

She's giving me
the lay of the land.

She's telling me
all about this Impaler.

Ugh. Sounds awful dangerous.

But your husband came off
as a real hero.

I hope he gets
everything he deserves,

demolishing that blood ring.

Oh, Joey.

Lemon poppy seed scones.

-They're my favorite.
-That's why I made them.

Thought you might use
a little TLC.

You tossed and turned all night,

and this morning,
you seemed a little off.

You always know exactly
what I need when I need it.

And right now,
I long to eat my feelings.

Thank you.

Hey, if I can bake a solution,
I'm happy to do it.

I was in a mood this morning,
but I met with Nicole,

my unofficial shrink, and now,

having an entire plate of scones
to eat, I'm feeling better.

Who am I kidding?
I'm not feeling better at all.

Ah.

It is almost the anniversary
of Doug's death,

and I'm having a really
hard time dealing with it.

I'm nothing but nerves
and regret.

Probably because

you went through Doug's things
with Deanna.

Did you find anything
that surprised you

or did something trigger you?

No.

Deanna couldn't bring herself
to go through the box.

Well,

that's not exactly true.

She took out an old photo

and we shared a nice moment.

When I spoke
with Nicole earlier,

I explained to her
how complicated my feelings are.

Of course they are.

But I didn't tell her
the whole story.

I've never told a soul
that you and I were together

in Puerto Rico when Doug died.

Or that he realized
we were together

during the last phone call
I had with him.

That adds
a layer of guilt that...

...I'm having a hard time
dealing with.

What tough decisions

will the board have to make
after all this?

Well, I don't want to speculate,

and I certainly don't
want to cause any panic.

So, for now, I think
we should just concentrate

on making Garland the best place
for patient care.

Oh, we are well past
the panic front.

Excuse me.
I have to do the afternoon meds.

-Oops.
-Yeah.

Well, I think
we could use some good news.

Ha. Agreed.

-I spoke to my brothers
about linking up with you.
-Ah.

And they said they could be free
for lunch sometime this week.

Ah. Well, wait. Doesn't one
of your brothers live,

like, an hour away?

Yeah. And if you're lucky,
he might not come.

Well, if it's easier for him,
I can meet him there.

You know what,

I am going
to let you manhandle it.

I am sharing their
contact info with you.

-Mm-hmm.
-Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a PT patient
I need to torture.

All right.

You know, I almost believe the
words coming out of your mouth.

Almost.

Understandable.

I get that you have

to tip your tiny little toes
all around town.

But we're birds of a feather

when it comes to our
social lives, or lack thereof.

That is ridiculous.

I am Bill Hamilton's wife.

My social calendar is full.

How many of those people that
you hobnob with actually call

or text you
after the parties?

Okay, Leslie,
I've told you before.

So, I'll say it slower

and more emphatically
this time.

I'm... not interested

in being... your friend.

It's okay, Hay-Hay.

It'll take some time,
but I'll change your mind.

Because I'm... persistent.

Just ask your husband.

Toodles.

Hey, Hayley.

Is looney Leslie gone?

Crazy has officially
left the building.

Oh, good.

So why does she think
you two are friends?

I mean, you...
you're not friends, are you?

No. No, we are not.

I mean, she thinks
we have a bond

because we're both outcasts.

And no matter
how many times I say it,

she won't take no for an answer.

Although, if...
if I'm being totally honest,

she's not wrong.

Everyone in this town hates me.

No, no.
No. I don't hate you.

-Caroline doesn't.
-Look, babe,

I-I know you're just trying
to make me feel better,

but truth is,

I am lonely, Bill.

I cut back
on my hours at the firm.

You didn't.

You took on another case
with the Naomi,

and even when
you were in the hospital,

you were working.

You're not thinking
of taking Leslie up

on her offer just
to teach me a lesson, are you?

Bill, I am not that petty or
desperate,

and I'm sure as hell
not interested

in buddying up
with the likes of that woman.

Under no circumstances.

Ted.

Dana.

Is there gonna be
another press conference

now that Garland is in the news?

I don't know.

That's Monica's call.

But if there is one,
I'm gonna tell her

to not let you anywhere near it

since you hijacked
the first one.

My clinic is connected
to Garland,

and you-know-what is always
rolling down the hills.

I mean, I had to
do damage control, Ted.

Fine.

I will just talk
to Monica myself.

I already asked
where to find her.

Dana. Dana, no.

Dana.

Looks like Leslie's up
to her usual no good,

which I do not
have time for today.

Look, look,
before you get back to it,

I need to tell you I did talk
to your brothers,

and we're gonna meet up
right here in the DMV.

Okay.
Where you guys going?

Orphey Gene's?
Uptown?

A sports bar.

We're gonna meet at the club.

What?
Oh, hell, no.

It proves there's a direct link
between the Red Market

that was operating here
and San Francisco.

I'll file the court order
for the carrier records,

and maybe, if we're lucky,
we'll find out the identity

of a high-ranking member
of the Impaler's organization.

Outstanding work, son.

And while that's processing,
I'll look back over the file

and see if anything else
jumps out.

I heard you had plans
with Naomi for later.

Right. Right.

Yeah, but I don't remember
telling you that.

You know what,
I'll just call and cancel.

Son, if you care
about your wife,

you'll put that phone down.

Hey, there, son-in-law.

I hope you are here to tell me

that Tyrell agreed
to have a family party

before he leaves to Banneker.

We are still working on that,

but I could actually
use your professional help.

You know I can't treat family,

but I can recommend a doctor
if you need somebody to talk to.

I'm not looking
for a therapy session.

I was hoping to use your skills
in forensic psychology.

[phone buzzing]

Talk to me.

In my hall?

Right now?

No, they can pass.

I'm sorry.
We, uh... we have a visitor

who just can't seem
to take no for an answer.

Hi, Joey.

Vanessa.

Good to see you. Oh.

you made your scones.

These are to die for.

Oh, is that a poor choice
of words?

Are you crying?

Joe-Joe, did you make her cry?

No, no. Uh,

I'm just in my feelings
because we're coming up

on the anniversary
of my husband's death.

I... I know you mentioned that.

I am so, so sorry.

But Joey has been
remarkably supportive,

and would never do anything
to make me cry.

I know that your...
your husband died.

I just didn't know
all the details.

It might help
to talk to me about it.

Vanessa's drained, Heather.

I'm a really,
really good listener.

It's always been so comforting
when people have listened to me,

and I've had my fair share
of heartache.

Oh, honey.

Um...

Leading up...

to Doug's death,
the-the months before he died,

he-he was drinking
and he was gambling and lying.

He'd racked up gambling debts

that nearly
ruined us financially.

He-he quit his job.

He was basically a wreck.

Then, one night,
he-he left the casino drunk.

He crashed his car, and he...

...he-he died...

alone in a ravine.

Bill.

Honey?

I hate to wake you, but it's
time to drink your smoothie.

I'm supposed to be resting, too.

Okay, just get
this vitamin shake in you,

and then you can have
a nice, long sleep.

Hmm.

-Mmm. Mmm.
-Mm-hmm.

Yup.

Babe, the club is perfect.
It's familiar territory,

and I'll be in my element.

And plus, after our meal
with your brothers,

I can impress them
with my basketball skills, huh?

Look, I love that you are trying

to strategize
so this all goes smoothly.

I really do.
But it is not going to work.

My knucklehead brothers
are already thinking up

a million ways
on how to embarrass you.

They are liable
to do something so ratched,

you will get
kicked out of the club.

You're not overreacting.

This is me trying not
to overreact.

Shanice, I know you're skittish

about your man
meeting your brothers,

and I remember the stories
you told me about them,

but I truly believe
it's going to be fine.

Okay.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Your mood have anything to do
with that swarm of reporters

I had to wade through
to get in here?

I just... I thought
this was all behind us.

I guess I was just being naive.

Happy ever after
really is just for fairy tales.

As long as the Impaler
is out there running around,

this story is gonna rear its
ugly head over and over again.

Do not give up, okay?

Jacob is determined to catch
whoever this is. He's on it.

We will get
our happily ever after.

Pops, how could you say that?

-Of course I care about Naomi.
-You should know

your wife called and asked me
to meet her at Orphey Gene's.

She has some concerns.

-What kind of concerns?
-Why don't you ask her?

I'm not comfortable
getting involved

in your marriage
more than I already have.

Come on, Pops.
You can't just drop a bomb on me

like that and leave me hanging.

She's worried that your drive

to nail the Impaler may become
detrimental to your life

in more ways than one.
I mean, case in point, son.

You're sitting here
rereading a file

that you've been over
a dozen times.

I appreciate the advice.

Smitty, I only looked
into a fellowship,

which means I read a few books
and audited a few classes.

I never finished the training.

It was way back
when the kids were small

and I was looking
for a new challenge.

Turns out it was way more
of a challenge than I expected.

I get that, but I do remember
you telling me

that you created
a few mock profiles. Right?

I did. Is that
what you need me to do--

create a profile on someone?

Because if that's the case,
I can find you

-somebody way more qualified.
-Well, the police

already had one of their experts
do a profile,

and it wasn't as helpful
to the MPD

as we hoped it would be.

Yours would be coming at it
from a different angle,

an emotional one
versus an overview

of textbook definitions.

Well, I have to say,
you've got me curious.

Who would I be creating
a profile on?

The Impaler.

Talking to you
about Doug did help.

I'm so glad.

Now, maybe a long hot shower
would be really therapeutic.

-Oh, I wouldn't want to be rude.
-Oh, please.

Self-care is way more important
than entertaining a guest.

Plus, Joey can keep me company.

"Self-care is more important

than entertaining"?

Well, it's true.

And I want
to talk to you freely.

Showers are loud.

Well, my brother,

for someone that doesn't like
doing his own dirty work,

your hands are awfully filthy.

Have another scone, Heather.

You may as well,
because you clearly don't know

what you're talking about.

Oh, I know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You offed Doug

so that you could have his wife.

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