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ANNOUNCER: This program is rated 18+, and contains scenes of

violence, coarse language, and mature subject matter.

Viewer discretion is advised.

[DARK MUSIC]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

- The truth is I love my boys -

maybe even more than my mum.

I hate seeing animals suffer,

so I decided to rescue Fluffy from death row.

- PHONE: You're gonna have to pick her up tonight.

- I'm still on the hunt for the copycat,

So I stole the log to narrow it down,

to Travers and Calhoun.

Melissa, the stalker, is all up in my business

and wants to know too. When I asked why, she said...

- You've got 24 hours.

- With the clock ticking, my plan was to send a message

to see which cop would crack, so I took out Candy.

- [BANG!] - Argh!

- Hey, Carl.

- Her colleague showed up,

who Schroder was a little too familiar with.

So I paid for some intel...

which cost me more than I'd bargained for.

Becky was a great help, but ultimately she had to go.

There is something else.

Turns out the boot was already full -

with dead Officer Sam.

Thanks, Melissa, arsehole.

Fuck. Fuck!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Melissa has been following me all night.

Is she still following me now?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[CAR ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Hey. - What the hell, Melissa?

Are you trying to get me caught?

- Why do you sound so mad? - You killed a cop.

- No, I saved your arse for the second time now.

- What are you talking about?

- He was taking photos of you when you were victim browsing.

- Shit.

- Look, Joe, I don't wanna be that guy, but it really seems

like something you should have anticipated.

- Why put him in my trunk?

- Getting rid of him really seems more of a Joe thing

than a Melissa thing, don't you think?

- I honestly don't know what to think.

- Where are you gonna take them? The woods is always a classic.

Ooh, dumping them in the ocean - it's an oldie, but a goodie.

Or some killers drop bodies into

freshly dug graves at cemeteries.

You know, Joe, a thank you wouldn't go astray.

- What? - You're not sounding very

grateful, Joe. I was starting to think we were a team.

- We're not a team. We're- - We're what, Joe?

A serial killer, and a woman who turns him into the cops,

because he annoyed her?

- You're not gonna turn me in - not after what you just did.

- Oh, I didn't do anything.

He's in your boot, and he was killed with your knife,

that still has your fingerprints on it. [CHUCKLES]

They print all the people that work at the police station,

don't they?

- They do.

and the day they test all our DNA is the day I disappear.

Well, your prints are on that knife, not mine.

- Actually they're yours -

I made sure of it the night you passed out on me.

- Of course she fucking did.

Argh! Did you do this? - Do what?

- Nothing. Look, I have to go.

- But we're not done talking. - Yes, we are.

- Don't hang up- - [PHONE BEEPS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[ENGINE SPLUTTERS]

- Come on!

[SIGHS]

[TRUCK HORN HONKS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MUSIC FADES]

[DOG BARKS]

Thankfully, in a city like Christchurch, I didn't have

to worry about somebody pulling over and offering to help.

[DOG BARKS]

[CURIOUS MUSIC]

Fucking Melissa!

Bodies in the fucking trunk.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

[PANTS] 50 on three.

[PANTS]

[DING!]

- Joe, is that you?

Joe?

I knew it was you. I never forget a face.

- Sorry, I think you're confusing with someone else.

- [CHUCKLES] Joe Middleton, right? Walt - Walt Chadwick.

- Oh. Mr Chadwick, of course. - No, Walt.

- So, uh, Walt, what brings you out this late at night?

- Oh, walking the dog.

- Looks like you lost him. - Who?

- Your dog. - Oh, Sparky?

Well, I lost him two years ago.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Best dog a man could own.

- Oh, fuck. Has the car been reported stolen already?

- Boy, I haven't seen you since, oh, your dad's funeral.

That was terrible day...

but I recall you seemed to handle it all right.

- Mm.

- And the sausage rolls at the wake after,

oh, they were to die for.

So how's your mother these days? She still doing her puzzles?

She sure had a talent for them.

ECHOES: And you, Joe, are ya still following

in your dad's footsteps?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Well, he sold cars, didn't he?

This one of yours?

It's a little rough.

And she could do with a lick of paint.

Oh, hello. What's this? Is that rust?

- 'That's not rust, Walt.'

- Anyway, it's been nice catching up, Walt.

- Yeah, and I must catch up with your mother.

Now, she is some woman.

They don't make 'em like that any more.

- Insane? Yeah, they do, Walt - you have no idea.

- Bye, Joe. [ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[CAR ENGINE REVS]

- Here she is.

- [MEOWS] - Do you have any food?

- Yeah, I got some apples. - I meant for the cat.

- Oh. Yeah, I bought some already.

- [MEOWS]

- 'What the...?'

- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry too.

But what you're doing is a really sweet thing.

And it includes the cat cage.

Much nicer than a plastic bag.

Hey, I'm off in 10 minutes - I could give you a lift,

if you wanted, save on a taxi?

- Actually, I'm in my car this time.

And the boot is already full.

- Oh. Well, if you need any help with the cat,

or any advice, just feel free to give me a call, OK?

- I'm fine.

- What are you gonna call her?

- [MEOWS, HISSES]

- Karma.

It actually wouldn't surprise me

if Melissa was the one who ran over this cat.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[HANDBRAKE CREAKS, ENGINE STOPS, DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

- How you getting on, girl? - [MEOWS]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS] - [MEOWS]

[WATER BUBBLES]

- Goddamn the Sally. Where did you put the cat food?

You didn't eat it, did you?

[PANTS]

Sorry, Karma - I gotta get back out there.

I promise I'll bring you back up something soon, OK?

You're a handsome little fulla, aren't ya?

Hello. - [YOWLS]

[HISSES] - Oh! Jesus.

You know what? You're not that friendly, are ya?

I'm beginning to see why somebody tried to run you over.

I still need to get these stitches taken care of.

I wonder if Jennifer would help me out if I asked.

Guys, remember Melissa?

Because of her, I have to dig a hole twice as deep.

I know.

Or twice as wide, I guess.

Don't wait up.

[DOOR SHUTS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[CLATTERING]

[PHONE LINE RINGS]

- You know what to do after the beep.

Unless you're Joe, in which case you can fuck off.

[BEEP!] - WHISPERS: Fuck.

Is she pissed enough to send the police?

I dunno. Is she crazy enough?

That I can answer.

I gotta get the boys.

I can't stay here any more.

Christ, all because I hung up on her.

[GENTLE MUSIC]

[TINKLY PIANO MUSIC]

[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

I know, boys - it's not the morning I wanted either.

At least we're still together.

[YAWNS]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

50 bucks she's ringing to gloat.

Melissa. - Don't you ever hang up on me

again, Joe. Ever.

- Where are they? - It upset me, and when I'm

upset, I tend to do things that I probably shouldn't do.

- Have you sent the police to my apartment?

- Oh, Joe, don't be silly. Why would I do that?

- I have no fucking idea what you will and won't do, Melissa!

- Well, maybe if you hadn't hung up on me,

you'd have a better idea. - You're right. I'm sorry.

- You don't sound like you mean that.

- I'm sorry. I really am.

- I forgive you, Joe. You know I can't stay mad at you.

Anyway, listen. I'm about to step into a meeting,

but I want you to go into work today.

- And the bodies? Where are they?

- I took care of them - don't worry.

Did you hear what I said about going into work?

- It's a Saturday - it'll look really suspicious, OK,

and I'm worried. - Don't forget,

you still have a copycat to find.

Anyway, they won't even notice that you're there.

That's what you rely on, isn't it?

- Melissa. Melissa! [PHONE LINE BEEPS]

[PHONE BEEPS]

Come on, guys. At least we can go home now.

Thanks for being there. You two are the best.

[SIRENS WAIL, CAR ENGINE REVS]

[TYRES SCREECH, SIRENS WAIL]

There's a doughnut sale on somewhere?

What's going on? - None of your fucking business.

It's absolutely my fucking business, Brian.

[CAR ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH, SIREN WAILS]

What did you do, Melissa?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[RADIO STATIC HISSES, DOG BARKS]

- BOTH: OK. - Thanks.

We'll be in touch if we need anything else. Thank you.

- Um, really sorry, Detective Inspector,

but this is gonna take some time. There's a lot to canvas.

We'll process the scene after you've finished up.

- Thanks, Detective. - That's OK.

[SIREN WAILS, RT TRANSMISSION]

- Anything? - No,

the neighbours didn't see a thing, and, uh,

just a heads-up - some of them

are concerned that you brought this guy into their orbit.

- Jesus. Why my house?

- Dunno. So, you see the car parked across the driveway

from the window and came out to check?

- Well, the trunk was already popped an inch -

I just helped it on its way. - Because you knew?

- Yeah. - How?

- Same way you would have known. - How's Sarah doing?

- She's got the kids until we find this guy.

- Yeah. Can't blame her.

It's so awful.

Poor Sam. Oh.

- I shouldn't have sent them out.

- We need to find Sam's car and his camera.

- I think his car will pop up,

but the camera'll be a clump of melted plastic by now.

- This is a message, right? It's the same as Candy.

[CELL PHONE RINGS] - Yeah, but from who?

- I mean, you knew Becky, you know Sam,

the car's parked in your driveway -

it's obviously a message for you, but, yeah, who from;

that's what we've gotta figure out.

- Just hold a second.

Hey. We might have a witness.

- Whatever Melissa did, it must be pretty big -

there's barely anybody here.

Or maybe this place is always dead on a weekend.

It would be silly to waste such a golden opportunity.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

I guess it's not like I'm gonna find a memo saying,

'Buy milk. Kill housewife.'

You really are your biggest fan, aren't you, Brian?

And what about you, Calhoun?

What picture do you have to offer?

Not as vain as old show-pony Travers.

[METAL CLICKS]

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

Room 633.

Wife kicked you out, didn't she?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

Gotcha.

[MACHINE HUMS]

[MUSIC FADES]

- Ooh! Joe. What are you doing here?

- Making up for Monday. - Oh. So am I.

Well, that and I don't wanna be sitting at home,

thinking about Dad.

- Oh, she wants to talk.

How is he? - He's doing great, thanks.

But he also doesn't want me sitting at hospital, so...

- Even her dad doesn't like her.

- Oh, I wish I knew you were gonna be here -

I would have made you some sandwiches.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

- But, hey, it's the weekend, so maybe we can pop out for lunch.

[INTENSE MUSIC]

- MUFFLED: Joe? - Huh?

- Do you know her? - Know who?

- That woman. - No, I don't know her.

- Oh. Well, they think she might have seen something.

[TENSE MUSIC]

They think she might have even seen the person that dropped

the bodies off at Schroder's house.

- What?

- Oh, you don't know.

Oh, Joe. Um...

last night...

Officer Sam was murdered.

- WHISPERS: What?

- ECHOES: Along with another woman, but...

they left the bodies outside Schroder's house.

- [SIGHS] - I know - it's horrific.

But that woman, she's working with a sketch artist,

so maybe we'll finally be able to catch him.

- [GASPS, PANTS]

I feel sick.

I think I might go home.

- Oh. OK. well,

do you want me to check on you later?

- No, I'll be fine, Sally. Really. Really, I'm fine.

Thank you. - But...

but not this crazy.new s,

[PANTS]

[CAR ENGINE REVS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[BUS BRAKES SQUEAK]

[SIGHS]

Doesn't seem like anybody's coming for me.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

- This feels familiar.

- You told them about me? - Did you ever wanna be a cop,

Joe? Would you have passed the psychology test?

- Did you tell them about me? - Look, I told you,

I forgave you for hanging up on me, OK, and I meant it.

I'm all about the future. - What future is that?

- I just wanted to see where you work.

Look,

I woke up feeling better about things, and I knew you'd be

feeling bad about where we left things last night,

so I did something nice for you.

- The only nice thing she can do for me is put my gun

into her mouth and pull the trigger.

- Here - they even gave me a copy.

I told them I saw a guy harassing a sex worker in town

last night and a man stepped out of his car to break it up.

- Who's this?

- He was my first.

- You want the police hunting your first boyfriend?

- No, I mean, he was my first.

[DRAMATIC PIANO MUSIC]

- How many?

- It's very rude to ask a woman that kind of thing, Joe.

- More than me? - There it is again.

- What? - That streak of jealousy.

Have you found your copycat? - I'm down to two.

- Right, so five by tonight, 10 by tomorrow?

- It would be one, if you hadn't left all those bodies on

Schroder's doorstep. - Who's fault was that?

- Yours, but it means the police might go to the Everblue,

and I can't risk being there when they do.

Didn't you say last night we're on the same team?

- Maybe.

- Then I'm gonna need your help.

[TENSE PIANO MUSIC]

- Ah, a couple of things to look at, Detective Inspector.

We got Officer Sam's blood splatter

coming up the door there. And then the window's clean.

My guess is it was down, when our guy comes along

and stabs Sam through it.

The trunk is spotless - there's nothing.

- So, Sam was shoved into the passenger seat?

- Yeah. I mean, that's what the blood says.

- So our guy sits in all that blood,

drives away with Sam in the passenger seat,

right through town? - Exactly.

I know it's cold and really ballsy, but...

it's exactly what I think happened. I mean,

whoever did this, they either didn't care about the risk,

or they simply didn't understand it.

Now, does that sound like The Carver to you?

- Thanks, Te.

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

[CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC]

[SEAGULLS SQUAWK]

[MUSIC FADES]

[DING!]

[DING!]

- Hang on! Hang on!

You after a room?

- Listen, I can either tell you a story,

or I can give you some cash,

but I'm gonna need some answers.

[NOTE RUSTLES]

You can bite it too, if it'll help.

- What do you want?

- So, a while back, a guy- - How far back?

- Uh, I don't know exactly. - Days? Years?

- Weeks. - Yeah, so say that, then.

- A few weeks back,

a guy was coming out of a hotel room, and he knocked into you.

He was in there with a sex worker.

- Well, now, this just got interesting.

Looks like I'm gonna need that story after all,

and another hundred bucks,

because the police were here earlier today.

Hm.

Well, that'll get you what I told them,

but the rest is gonna cost ya.

[SEAGULLS SQUAWK]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

- What do you think?

- Special occasion? - There is!

[GIGGLES] - Mum, how come there's-?

- Nice to see you again, Joe.

- Mr Chadwick- - Call me Walt, son.

- Isn't it wonderful? Walt called me out of the blue today.

- [GIGGLES] - It'd been so long,

I had to look her up in the phone book.

[BOTH LAUGH]

- And he told me all about you running into him last night,

while he was out walking Sparky.

- Oh, saddest day of my life. - Aw.

- Hey, you never told me which dealership you're with, Joe.

- Oh, he won't tell you.

He's worried I'm gonna come in and see him.

He's always been embarrassed by me.

- I'm sure that can't be true, eh? [CHUCKLES]

- So, what's it called, then, Joe?

- It's called The Everblue.

- What kind of name is Never Blue for a car yard?

- It's 'Ever', not 'Never'. - Oh, that's not much better.

Are all the cars blue?

- Of course not. - Sounds like they would be.

[BOTH LAUGH]

- It's the boss' last name.

- Everblue is a last name?

- He had it changed.

From 'Shut The Fuck Up'.

- Your favourite, Joe. Meatloaf. [CHUCKLES]

- Mmm. This chicken is the best I've had in ages!

- Oh, Walt. It's so wonderful to have someone to cook for.

- Police came by earlier,

wanting to know if Becky was here last night.

She comes here on occasion.

- What did you tell them? - I told them no.

- But she was.

- Well, that's part of what I didn't tell them.

She was here, but she came

back to drop off her key when she was done.

- So why not tell the police that?

- And have my hotel shut down as a crime scene?

Fuck that. - [CHUCKLES]

So, do you remember the guy that she left with last night?

- Yeah. Limp, goofy face, baseball cap.

- Do you remember the guy that bumped into you a few weeks ago?

- I do. I also remember what he said -

'Out of my way, you useless bitch.'

- Is it one of them?

- It is.

- Do you want me to have a word to him

about what he said to you?

[SIGHS]

- Hm.

That one's on the house.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[PERSON SIGHS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC FADES]

- Looks like my dentist.

- Looks like my accountant.

So, uh, I got a call from the powers-that-be.

- Mm. - Superintendent Stevens is

coming down from Wellington tomorrow.

- What for? - I don't know.

[GRUNTS]

Oh, and get this -

there's talk of a reward.

- Now that a cop has died? - Yeah, I know how this looks.

- Really? Do you? Cos every three to four months,

he kills another woman, and every three to four months,

we float the idea of offering a reward,

and then every three or four months, we get shot down.

Maybe he should have killed one of us two years ago.

- Whoa.

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I can't believe I said that. - I know.

- You have to know I didn't mean that.

- Yeah, I know that too. [SIGHS]

- Maybe the reward will help.

- Yeah. Maybe.

Where was I?

Uh... we, uh,

we need to check records of

vehicles stolen round each of the dates of our victims,

just in case he used them again. - Yeah, we'll do that.

- And we need to go back through everything, fresh.

- We'll do it tomorrow, OK? - [GRUNTS]

- You need to go home and get some rest, Carl.

We both should.

It's late, and we're not doing anybody any good,

just burning ourselves out, yeah?

- I don't think I'm doing anybody any good, period.

Go on. Get out of here.

- All right.

Night, boss. - Night.

[CUP CLICKS]

[MOREPORK HOOTS]

- Tomorrow?

Oh, I'd love to.

Oh, no, Walt, it was so lovely to see you.

It was lovely that you came over.

We so enjoyed having you for a meal.

No, he came home. You know, he was thrilled to see you.

He was thrilled that you were there.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING] So don't worry about that.

- That was fun, Joe. We really do work well together.

- Does that mean that she recognised one of them?

- She did, yeah. It's the one in the picture by himself,

the one that thinks he's a model.

- Travers - I fucking knew it.

- Or am I just messing with you? - What?

- No, just kidding - it really was him.

- I should have just killed him when I had the chance.

- Only it's not - it's the guy in the other photo.

- WHISPERS: Melissa, which one is it?!

- I don't appreciate your tone, Joe.

Everything I do, I'm doing for us.

- OK. OK, Melissa, just listen- - Take the night off and think

about the way you're treating me. Oh, and by the way,

yeah, she saw your face. - Melissa, I-

[DISCONNECTED TONE BEEPS] WHISPERS: Melissa!

[KEYPAD BEEPS] - Ooh, no,

you don't worry about Joe. [CHUCKLES] Oh, don't.

No, he's fine.

No, he's a grown man. Of course he can look after himself.

No, don't think about it.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[CLICK!]

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

- Melissa said she's doing this for us -

I don't know if that makes her more scary or not.

How many people have said the wrong thing to her in the past,

only to come home to find her boiling their pet rabbit

on the stove?

Are Pickle and Jehovah safe? Or Karma?

Mum calling me every day,

old men with dead dogs

and Christians with sandwiches,

and make-believe journalists with pliers -

is it too much to ask to just be left in peace?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Something needs to change in my life.

[MUSIC FADES]

ECHOES: Dad?

[TENSE MUSIC]

- Joe! What are you doing home?

- Who's in there with you? - ECHOES: Just get the hell out,

Joe.

[MUSIC FADES]

[WATER SLOSHES]

[SIREN WAILS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Hey, boys. How was your day?

What...?

[HEARTBEAT POUNDS]

WHISPERS: Pickle?!

[GASPS] Pickle.

Oh no. Come on, buddy.

Come on, buddy.

WHISPERS: Come on, buddy. Come on, buddy. Come on. Come on.

There we go. Ready?

Ready?

[POIGNANT MUSIC]

Where's Jehovah?

[CAT MEOWS]

[MEOWS] - You!

You did this! [GRIZZLES]

You little shit!

To think that I bought you dinner!

You're fucking...

dead!

Fucking shit.

- [MEOWS]

- Don't come back.

Jehovah. Oh, buddy.

I got you. I got you.

I got you, Jehovah. Come on.

Come on. I got ya.

I got ya. Come on. Come on.

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Yeah. Swim it off.

Swim it off.

[POIGNANT MUSIC]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RING FADES]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[SIGHS] [PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello? - Hey, Joe.

This is Jennifer from Emergency Vets.

I hope I'm not calling too late. - Jennifer?

- It's good news - we found the owner of the cat.

- Owner of the cat.

- They're so grateful that you saved her. And, of course,

they're gonna refund you all the money that you paid.

- All the money. - Are you OK?

- I'm fine.

- I know this might sting a little,

as you've probably formed an attachment to Mogue.

- Mogue? - It's the name of the cat.

- I gave him away to the neighbour.

- Her, and you're gonna need to get her back.

- I can't, cos then she ran away.

- Listen, Joe, it's their cat, and-

- It gets worse. After she ran away, she ran into traffic.

- Joe- - Now she's dead.

- You can't keep her. - I hate fuckin' meatloaf!

[PHONE BELL JANGLES]

Meatloaf's fucking always

fucking cold!

[PHONE BELL JANGLES] No fucking meatloaf.

[PANTS]

[INTENSE MUSIC]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

- [KNOCKS] Morning, Detective Inspector.

- Superintendent. Good flight?

- Sorry, Detective, but we need to talk.

Let's get straight to the point.

It appears that The Carver has focussed his attention on our

lead detective. This is why, as of this morning,

I will take the lead.

This is no reflection upon Detective Schroder,

who will continue to be a part of this task force.

Detective Calhoun will follow up reports on stolen vehicles

around the days of the killings.

Detective Travers, you're in charge of the Candy case,

while Detective Kent will focus on Daniela Walker.

I want you going back through every piece of evidence,

as though you're seeing it again for the very first time.

All clear?

- Yes, ma'am. - Yeah.

- Any questions?

Let's get to work.

[WIND WHISTLES]

- [GRUNTS]

I know that people say that you guys only have five-second

memories, but I know that you were both thinking of me,

in the end. You were my best friends,

and I'm gonna miss you both.

Just so you know, it wasn't my fault - it was Karma's.

And also Melissa.

And my mum and Walt,

and the copycat's.

Maybe Jennifer too. - Aw.

That was beautiful.

Except for the bit about blaming me.

- What do you want, Melissa? - Nothing, with that attitude.

- Oh, hello. Nice to see you! Are you well?

[TENSE MUSIC]

- I come bearing gifts.

Wendy pointed to him.

- Calhoun. I fuckin' knew it.

You're sure?

- I'm sure that's who she pointed to;

I can't say if he's your guy.

- It's him. - Make sure.

And remember - I wanna be there. It'll be fun.

- It's not meant to be fun. - Then what's the point?

[DARK MUSIC]

- [SIGHS]

Melissa is right - I need to make sure.

Otherwise I might have ended up killing both suspects or worse -

killing the wrong one and never knowing that's what I'd done.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

So, Detective Robert.

You're gonna get a slight reprieve,

while I learn a little bit more about you.

For starters, how long do you jog for?

Is this how you keep your steps up,

by looking for potential victims?

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Jesus, if I'd known he was gonna be this long,

I would've gone in there already.