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(Ztranskrybowane przez TurboScribe. Przejdź na Nielimitowany, aby usunąć tę wiadomość.) Saturday murder.

A man was killed in an underpass.

The next stop is Rimma.

Mandy, do you know what time it is?

I'm on my way home, Mom.

Don't forget to buy onions.

No, I won't forget to buy onions.

What are your plans for today?

Mom, don't forget to buy onions.

I found a crazy website.

I'm downloading everything.

Go to real.

I think I'll

meet Jay.

Seriously?

Yes.

What do you think, did he fall for

it?

Hardly.

A real friend.

You too.

See you.

Mom, don't forget to buy onions.

The surveillance camera recorded the girl's murder with

an ax.

Darknet.

How much does she want?

I don't have that much.

Can she do that?

No.

No, I understand.

Divorce is expensive, but she was the one

who asked for it.

No.

No.

On the couch, I was thinking of a

friend in Oakville, who's an ass.

Yes.

Okay.

Okay, we'll talk in the morning.

Donor's card.

Organs and tissues.

I want my death to prolong someone's life.

Fifty thousand.

Additional parking for bicycles on Simcoe Street.

What are you doing?

So I went to the bathroom to wipe

my face, and the toilet seat was up.

So I called the police.

And what did they say?

Police say they can't help you with the

toilet seat up.

You sure you didn't lift it up?

No.

Of course I wanted to leave the seat

up.

Well, I thought, maybe you were doing the

cleaning.

I'm sorry, I really freaked out.

Maybe you should move?

I can't afford to do that.

You want me to stay with you?

What about Jeff?

Isn't he expecting you?

What about him?

He always lifts the toilet seat up.

Some people do.

What are

you doing?

Checking to see if everything looks different.

Well?

Looks okay.

Yeah.

Seriously, I'm trying to be a vegetarian, but

I just can't.

Look at me.

Gross as hell.

Really?

Nothing like a juicy cheeseburger with bacon.

Typical medical student.

What?

Do you think doctors are the healthiest people?

Sir, no.

Do you smell something?

Oh, shit.

God, your vegetables.

Oops.

Great, what am I going to eat now?

Um, actually, you're in luck.

I have some falafel from the healthy food

store on Bloor.

Totally vegetarian.

I'm going to have dinner with them tomorrow.

What?

What?

I didn't eat it.

Are you sure?

It was sealed when I bought it.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

It's okay.

We're going to figure it out.

It's okay.

Calm down.

Jeff?

Hey, man.

Got any news?

What news?

Get out of here.

I'm skipping the season finale.

Believe me, you're going to freak out.

I sent the bitch.

Check it out.

I dug up a creepy site.

A soccer talisman was killed.

The guy's covered in blood.

Real decapitation.

Pancreatic infection.

Real shit.

Uh, yeah.

Transplant tourism.

Healthy human organs available on demand.

Man, this can't be real.

I don't know.

I think it's plausible.

Oh, there's a message for you.

Whoa, whoa, listen.

I killed someone.

How can I get rid of the body?

That's bullshit.

How about it?

Cut it up and mail each piece to

a different country?

Are you serious?

Why not?

Anyway, I gotta go, man.

I'm busy here with him.

Well, it says the best card can record

forever, so...

I don't know.

You know, it doesn't make me feel any

better.

Uh, I have a meeting with Jeff after

school.

Maybe I won't make it.

Well, can I call him?

Yeah, of course.

I think he's in the elevator.

What?

Where?

He was on...

Never mind.

I'm already paranoid.

Are you sure you're gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Alfred's website, huh?

You don't think it's real, do you?

Man, you're so clever when you believe everything

you see on the internet.

Hey.

What?

It's a message.

From him.

Sent the right leg to Japan this morning.

Great idea.

Thank you.

Hey, man.

What if this is really real?

You know, like, what if that kind of

message turns out to be a sexual use

attack?

Shut up.

I'm serious.

You know, like, trace this shit back to

your computer.

Maybe you should get a lawyer?

Uh...

You coming to that party?

Man, Saturday's like my busiest Saturday.

I just have no time to party.

Listen.

I'm serious.

Be careful.

Of what?

This site.

Have a good night, man.

Stay away from him!

Now that I killed the wrong person, I'm

thinking about killing him again.

I agree.

If you don't believe me, I have proof

for you here.

Under this, please go check it out.

Fen Road.

It's close.

Yeah.

The biology lab was canceled.

I'll be back earlier.

You sure you don't want me to come?

No, don't worry about it.

Just talk to me for a couple of

minutes, okay?

Yeah, no problem.

I'm not in a hurry.

Hey, by the way, do you want to

go to the party on Saturday?

Uh, yeah.

Maybe.

Hold on, I'm at the door.

I'm just taking out my keys.

Be careful.

Alison, what's going on?

Everything looks good.

I'm just getting a video from the camera.

Do you mind staying a couple of minutes

longer on the phone?

Yeah, no problem.

Did it work?

Yeah, totally.

So far, everything looks good.

Still nothing.

Maybe I really made it up.

Wait.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

Alison, what is it?

Alison?

Alison?

Alison, what's going on?

Are you there?

Alison?

Alison?

Alison?

I'm here.

What happened?

It's okay.

Sorry, I dropped my phone.

You were gone for like five minutes.

I thought I heard something.

It's fine.

Oh, you scared the hell out of me.

So the video's clear?

Yeah.

All clear.

That's great.

Yeah.

Phew.

So how about that party?

Party?

On Saturday night, you know?

Wanna go?

No.

I'm gonna stay at home.

If you don't believe the evidence in the

Fenroad case, you can check the post of

the author of the murder in the Fenroad

case.

Redaktor Anna Serebryan.