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[tense music]

[screaming]

[tense music]

♪

[upbeat music]

I thought you said, you've never fought before.

I said I never boxed.

When I was a kid, fought all the time.

Brothers, cousins,

lots of cousins.

I can see why you come here. I like it.

Not bad.

Hey, Kat, this is my friend, Isabella.

Isabella, this is the amazing Kat Cooper.

Hey.

But don't just throw arm punches.

Gotta get your whole weight into it.

Twist your body into it, all right?

Just watch.

Oh.

See the difference?

Give it a try.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

Maybe I should sign up.

Actually, about that.

Kat's leaving us.

She got a college scholarship. Kinesiology.

Sensational and smart.

Actually, my dad is going to have to sell the gym.

What?

You're kidding? I love this place.

Everyone loves it except the landlords.

They sold the building for redevelopment.

It's nice to meet you.

Is it weird that I want to be her when I grow up?

This seriously sucks.

I was thinking I'd sign up for a tournament.

Edwina, "Kid Canvasback" Yen. I could have been your second.

I gotta get going. I got my shift.

Yeah, I should probably be studying.

Ah, yes. Law school.

Hardly.

LSAT's first, itty-bitty step!

Look at you go.

Soon enough, you'll be over-billing

with the best of them.

I think Jesse actually loves me,

but most of the time he's just so...

I don't know. What do you think of him? Be honest.

I think he's toxic.

Whoa. Okay. Don't pull any punches.

You said be honest.

Of course, that's what Mr. Cummins said too.

Not in so many words.

So you asked Mr. Cummins?

He sees things, Holls. He's an artist.

Basically, you vote to break up with Jesse?

I'd probably vote for a restraining order.

Or at least a couple of large, aggressive dogs.

Holly. Hi.

Hi. How are you doing?

Oh, you know, I'm good.

You know Cassandra, right, from the library?

Hi.

Cassandra's seriously badass.

Oh, I have my moments. Um, how's your dad doing?

He's okay.

Missing you like hell, though.

Of course, he'd never say that, but...

Tell him I say hi.

-I will. -Okay.

Roger, did you see your mom?

Oh, my God.

She's...

Don't ask.

I'm in my way now, Sarge. See you in ten.

[Sid] Copy that.

[crying]

Look out!

[tires skidding]

[Sid] What the hell is going on?

I'm good.

Hang on a sec.

Hey! What?

Calum Hingle?

It has nothing to do with me.

What's going on?

Leave me alone! Cops!

Hey, look, look, look, look, look.

Let's just get off the road and we can have

a conversation, alright?

No. Not talking to you. I want the boss.

Not talking about what?

About what my dog found in those woods.

♪

Hey, kiddo.

Aren't you supposed to be out there catching bad guys?

I wanted to make us supper. Pretend we're a normal family.

Vegetarian.

That was last week. Now I'm gluten-free.

[laughs]

I'm kidding.

So, how was your day?

What? Normal families share at supper time.

No, they really don't.

In fact, I don't think normal families exist.

Of course we do.

Fine, tell me about your day. Who got killed?

Why don't I set the table?

Cassandra says hi.

I saw her at Molly's.

How's she doing?

Fine, I guess.

She asked how you're doing.

Her friend was with her, that actor guy.

[phone buzzes]

You have to take that, don't you?

[phone buzzes]

Corporal? What's up?

[tense music]

[sirens wailing]

He says no, he didn't see or hear anyone.

He looks pretty shaken up.

He was first on the scene, Chief.

There was murders and then there's this?

Show me.

[camera shutter snaps]

Do we know who she is?

Not yet.

[camera shutter continues to snap]

She's been posed.

Chief...

Where have I seen this?

Has someone looked after my dog?

He's still out there.

Corporal.

[knocking]

Your dog's name is Clyde?

We've got someone on it, Chief.

You all right?

I didn't do it.

It'd be nice to get my coat back.

It's just routine. You cold?

And my damn boots.

Due diligence.

Lab techs need to check them for blood fibers.

You went out with your dog. What time, you remember?

I just watched Bow-Fishing.

Your wife can vouch for this?

Mary's at work.

I bet she doesn't even know.

You and Clyde go out and then--

Clyde goes snuffling off. I don't see him for a bit.

Then out of nowhere, he starts barking.

Won't stop.

I call him. He keeps barking.

I'm thinking, bear up a tree.

Except it's different.

How so?

Dog knows when something's wrong.

So I call him, gotta find him.

It takes...

I don't know, ten minutes.

There's Clyde running back and forth under that bridge.

And there she is.

How close did you get to the body?

Three, four feet.

What can you do for someone who's dead?

Then you went out to the road?

Seems so.

You're not sure?

Who the hell can think, Chief?!

A time like that and knowing they'll come for me!

Damn police!

You found out who she is?

You ever seen her before?

Never seen that poor woman in my life...

to die like that.

Then some bastard.

I'll get someone to bring you a blanket.

♪

[Yen] Are you going to be okay, Mr. Hingle?

[Calum] There he is. Oh, thank God.

Oh, my.

Come here, Clyde.

Come on.

Good boy. Oh, such a good boy.

What the hell is going on out there?

There's police all over the highway.

Someone's saying a woman got killed.

I'm glad you're here.

Look after him, okay? He's had a night.

Calum?

Oh, Calum.

They found a woman dead yesterday.

The cops have no idea.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Is this for real?

She was dismembered.

What?

The dead woman? At Wilson Creek?

I know, of course, you're not at liberty to say.

I understand, but oh, my God!

Phyllis, take a deep breath, have a couple gummies,

and don't believe everything you hear.

I heard they actually found her body.

Coffee, large, black, please.

We'll talk.

Dismembered?

Social media blew up at 04:00 a.m.

You would not believe the speculation.

Someone blabbed.

I guess one of the CSI said something to her boyfriend

or whatever.

Dismemberment, Burke and Hare, satanic cults, space aliens.

Social media is a swamp of theories to choose from.

We hear back from Dr. Duval?

Just missed her.

She left an autopsy report on your desk.

Said to give her a call.

Yen.

Doc estimates mid '40's. She's been dead 18 to 20 hours.

Single backhand slash with a knife.

Long blade, hunting, possibly carving.

Touch of jaundice, most likely hepatitis.

Intravenous drug use?

Possibly, but there's no recent tracks.

So if she was a junkie--

She found the strength to go clean.

Yeah.

Tell me again how fair is life?

Our Jane Doe have a name yet?

Negative.

Chief...

We've got a second dead body.

[tense music]

♪

A couple of joggers found her and phoned it in.

Caucasian female in her 40's,

contusions to one side of the face.

Janice Doncaster.

She's a realtor and a landlord.

She's on half the buses in town.

Cause of death?

Depressed bone fractures at the back of the skull.

Belt buckle. There's something snagged.

This looks like some kind of fabric, maybe tarpaulin.

How long before you can get started on the autopsy?

Half an hour.

Statements and contact info from the joggers

then cut them loose,

and let's get that fabric over to the lab.

Got it.

We're investigating two separate murders.

Unless and until the evidence tells us otherwise,

we don't make assumptions, we don't jump to conclusions.

Had to say that, didn't he?

♪

[knocking]

Maybe check with the neighbors.

Some blue tarp?

I saw.

Ethan Doncaster, I'm Chief Alberg Gibsons Police,

this is Sergeant Sokolowski.

Your Janice Doncaster's husband?

Look, if this is about last night?

What happened last night?

Nothing. [chuckles]

Don't worry about it.

Janice and I had a disagreement.

It got kinda loud.

What time was that?

9:30, something like that. Maybe ask the neighbors.

Mr. Doncaster, there's no easy way to put this.

I regret to inform you

that your wife was found dead this morning.

[scoffs] Yeah. What?

We're sorry for your loss.

That's... that's not possible.

She's dead.

I'm afraid so.

[cries]

Who painted this? Can anybody tell me?

No, right? Okay.

How about this one?

Anyone know who this artist is?

Does anyone care?

Not really. Right?

'Cause this isn't even really art.

This is... this is more like, um, wallpaper.

[class chuckles]

If you're an artist,

then you have got to find yourself

in whatever it is you're painting.

I don't care what it is.

Art has got to be personal.

I can say that one more time.

Art has got to be what?

[class] Personal.

Thank you.

Now we're getting somewhere, right?

Edvard Munch, losing his head.

Lady Jane about to lose hers.

This one may be not so much,

but I do love Elvis.

Mr. Cummins in his loincloth getting shot full of arrows

by the critics after his show.

[class chuckles]

I'm just kidding. I don't wear loincloths.

Um, okay, here's what I want to do...

[bell rings]

He is so amazing.

And his exhibits gonna be huge.

I promised I'd stop by the art gallery later

to help set up. Come with? -Um, I don't know...

Junior Alberg...

So what have you heard?

About what?

Dead women.

Your dad's the freaking police chief.

And I'm the last person on earth

he'd talked to about that.

What's the point of a police chief's daughter

if she doesn't know anything?

Do you have to be such a jerk?

Jesse, this isn't working... us.

Of course it is. What are you talking about?

Okay, so if that's the way you're feeling,

we'll fix it.

No, I don't want this. I don't want to try again.

You're... you're breaking up with me, just like that?

Well... if you want to stay friends, then great.

If not--

Is there someone else?

No. Why does there have to be someone else?

Oh, don't tell me, Cummins?

Don't be asinine!

Okay, I admire Mr. Cummins as an artist.

I don't believe this.

I don't care if you believe me. Just leave me alone.

Devon...

Devon...

Proud of yourselves, Mr. C?

Not sure what I've done

that I should be proud of Jesse.

Yeah, I don't get it either, believe me.

Hey.

Whoops.

Sorry.

♪

When did you last see your wife?

We had an argument. She stormed off.

That's the last I ever saw her.

She stormed off, why?

I never consulted her.

She said before I sold a building,

A converted garage over on industrial.

It's a dump.

A rinky dink MMA gym,

developer wants to tear it down, build condos.

$2 million clear profit, and I'm the bad guy?

Your wife left, then you left.

Where did you stay last night?

What makes you think--

Your overnight bag, you showed up with it earlier.

I stayed at a friend's place.

I'll need a name, contact information.

Why? I didn't do anything wrong.

Donna McIntyre.

Yes, I have affairs.

So did Janice.

Yeah, she screwed lots of guys. Old, young, tall, stupid.

Including Gus Cooper, the loser I'm evicting.

Go see Cooper if you want to harass somebody.

Do I need to identify the body?

It's been handled.

Thank God.

I loved her, Mr. Alberg.

Hated her too sometimes

But I loved her.

He didn't ask what happened.

He's in shock.

He's the husband. He's suspect number one.

Assuming it was foul play.

We don't know that for certain.

Cracked right cheekbone. Apart from that--

Struck three times by an object with a dome surface

approximately one inch in diameter,

leaving three circular indentations

at the base of the skull.

Ball peen hammer.

That's what I was thinking too.

Let's interview the neighbors and Donna McIntyre.

Will do.

According to the LUDS,

Janice's last phone call was at 10:02,

just before she vanished.

Let's find out who she was calling.

I'll get a name.

How about the other vic, Jane Doe?

Uh, still nothing from the door to door.

No progress on the ID.

People are starting to freak out.

Elsie says the girls at the salon

are buddying up to go home.

Yeah, well, can you blame them?

We're all tired, but clock's ticking.

Let's go.

We're not exactly open.

Ah, it's you, Cass. Come on in.

Council member, Whitaker.

Just plain old Sadie and Grunt right now.

We've got that Tommy Cummings exhibit tonight.

What is the news with the murders?

What? You're dating the Chief of Police?

Was, was dating.

Okay. You're not friends?

No.

Tonight how are we looking?

Um, the exhibition? Great.

No, the council meeting.

Our project comes up for a vote tonight.

It's Phase 1 funding.

Right. Um... I'm gonna do my best.

Mm.

We don't have the numbers, I don't think.

The arts hub, the library expansion, we need these.

You're singing to the choir.

Cass, It is town council.

A lot of competing priorities, a lot of business types.

So are you.

Artsy-furtsy business.

The others of the eight.

There is a engineer, two realtors, a car dealer,

and if it comes down to the mayor,

she's a mortgage broker. A mortgage broker?

Hi, Sadie, Cassandra. What can I do to help?

Oh, you could start a recall petition.

Sorry?

Ha! Ha!

You can unpack these and hang those.

Thank you, Devon.

Mr. Cummins says he'll be here himself around 4:00.

Phone numbers. The realtors.

The car dealer, the engineer.

Even the mortgage broker. Get them to me.

-I love you. -Yeah.

This is fun. We should do this more often.

-No! -Okay.

Janice Doncaster?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Cooper.

Wow. What happened?

I'm still trying to piece things together.

I was hoping you could help us out.

This is terrible.

Janice was a great landlord, friendly,

a real problem solver.

I understand she was evicting you, though.

Janice and her husband sold this building.

Must have been upsetting to you.

Ethan sold the building.

She was upset when she found out.

Janice is good people.

Was the last time you saw Janice?

A couple weeks, maybe.

Gotta be honest, I'm not great with details.

Corporal Eddie. Hey there.

You brought the whole team with ya, huh?

Does this look familiar, Gus?

No. Should it?

Just heard from forensics. It's a match for canvas.

It's commonly found on boxing rings.

Looks like fresh tarp.

Yeah, the old one was all stained.

Look, I really like to help you,

but that's all I know.

Sorry.

You spoke to Janice last night.

What? No, you're mis-informed.

According to the phone record,

she called you at 10:02 p.m. What was that about?

Couldn't tell you 'cause I never heard from her.

Now, if them records say otherwise, they're wrong.

Mr. Cooper...

I'm afraid you're gonna have to come with us.

[grunts]

Corporal Eddie, come on! You know me!

I'm sorry, Gus. I truly am.

[struggling grunts]

[Sid] Let's go.

Chief?

Three circular indentations at the base of the skull.

Let's get forensics here.

What the hell's going on?

Dad!

It's all right, sweetheart.

Just been a big mistake here, but I'm gonna get it sorted.

No, you can't just--

Why are you doing this?

That's my dad, he didn't do anything.

Everything's gonna be fine, sweetheart.

Just watch the gym.

I'll be back before you know it, all right?

Promise.

You okay, Sarge?

Yeah. He just caught me off-guard.

Of course.

I could have taken him.

Especially with a girl to protect you.

Hey. Spoke to the unis.

Ethan's girlfriend corroborates his alibi.

Plus, he was out of town last week.

Sales conference in Spokane.

Which would clear him of the Jane Doe killing too.

Yes.

Okay, that was pretty stupid.

I guess I just panicked.

Look, I got nothing to hide.

We talked, okay? Me and Janice.

In person?

She called, said she felt pretty crappy about me and Kat,

that's my daughter, losing the gym.

But there wasn't nothing she could do.

I says, this gives us something in common, Jan,

'cause I feel pretty crappy myself.

But, you know, I appreciate you reaching out.

Then I hang up, and that was that.

So why'd you panic, Gus?

'Cause I'm thinking this guy thinks I could have done it.

Your affair with Janice, was it over

or was it still happening?

What? Who said?

Her husband.

It's not true.

Okay, me and Janice...

yeah, a couple times.

But that was years ago, Chief.

I mean, look at me.

I'm not exactly in her league.

Old, washed-up boxer with a 10th grade education.

But I never did nothing wrong.

No, no, that's... that's a lie.

I done lots wrong, Chief.

I drank, I scrapped. I wrecked my marriage.

I come this close to driving my daughter away.

I could not live if I done that.

If you got kids, got daughters, Chief Alberg,

then you know what I'm saying, just...

I never done this.

She all right, Kat, my girl?

Let's talk about Janice Doncaster.

Three lousy yes votes.

So... is that it? No arts hub?

Not for now, anyway, not that it's a surprise.

Oh, this town...

No, this town is great.

And it is full of great people and so much potential.

Okay, okay, fine. Maybe, maybe I'm naive.

But I didn't decide to leave Sacramento...

so that I could semi-retire or take care of my mother.

That woman is basically indestructible

and she doesn't like me very much anyway.

That's not true.

Well, it's... it's kind of true,

but she doesn't like anyone.

No, I moved back here because I love it.

I have always loved it here.

And it could be even better, so much better,

if we could just see the potential and go for it.

And yes, that will cost us money,

but so does not going for it.

Guys, this town, the entire coast,

it could absolutely shine.

[applause]

Here, here. Yes, that was great.

Uh... Sadie, have you met my friend, Roger Galbraith?

Roger, this is Sadie Whitaker.

She owns the art gallery and she's on town council.

Still Waters.

Yes, that's me... was me, younger me.

Strangely, not as handsome, though.

Can I give you a lift home?

Oh, I damned well hope so. You have my car.

Where the hell have you been?

[TV] We're still waiting for an update on the murder

of well-known Gibsons entrepreneur, Janice Doncaster.

Whose body was discovered near Spyglass Point this morning.

Foul play is suspected.

Meanwhile, police are saying nothing at all

about the first woman whose dead body was found...

Gibsons finest.

We can all sleep easy knowing they're on the case.

Don't be an ass.

Hand me my keys. I'll drive.

... the community is rocked

by these two murders less than 48 hours.

It is the police that everyone is looking to for answers.

Janice called you?

Yeah, like I said.

Which makes you her last-known contact.

I had nothing to do with this.

Do you know where she was?

No. She was at home, I figured.

What makes you think that?

Not sure. Maybe she wasn't.

I never asked.

Where were you, Gus?

I was at my place.

-Your home? -Yes.

Or the gym?

Yeah, maybe. Yeah.

Thing is, we sent our forensics team over to your gym.

We found blood around the back door.

What are the chances that's Janice's blood.

I never killed Janice Doncaster!

She was my friend!!!

What about this woman? Recognize her?

And you actually think--

My God, what kind of monster do you think I am?

♪

You are not going to tell me that you spent all day

with your mom.

Yeah, took her dancing.

She's not quite up with the Foxtrot yet.

But she tangoed great.

Mmhmm.

She had a massive stroke, Cass

so I come all the way from LA to see her.

She doesn't even know who I am.

Still, it's good that you're spending time.

Yeah, so I didn't, not today.

Couldn't face it.

Then what did you do?

I...

Come on, let's go back to your place.

-Roger. -What?

We'll have some laughs, a couple drinks,

maybe a thrash in the satin sheets--

Hey, we are friends,

and barely that, if you keep this up... stop.

Fine.

Friends with no benefits whatsoever.

Got it.

I will drive you back to your sister's. Roger?

Straight home, kid.

There's a killer on the loose.

Have you ever played a sociopath?

You'd be good.

[tense music]

I never seen her. I never touched her.

I swear to God.

Look, my daughter,

I would... I would... I would never let her down.

Not like this.

What sort of man would--

Disgusting.

-Janice was killed at your gym? -Nope.

Forensics confirms it.

I'll find out the truth one way or the other, Gus.

It's just a matter of time.

But if you want me to help you,

you gotta help me.

Tell me the truth, Gus, for your daughter's sake.

Janice called, she come over.

Then she says there's nothing she's gonna do to help.

So... I got mad. I never meant to, but I did.

My damn temper.

She... she shoves me and I hit her.

God forgive me.

She goes backwards and cracks her head so...

I roll her up in the ring tarp

and stash her in the truck to hide her.

But I gotta do something. I can't just--

And then I start hearing

there's a woman's body in the woods.

She's been positioned like some dummy in a store window.

So that's what I done.

I done it... and I gotta pay the price.

But I never done this.

Well, boss, that was good work.

Do we believe him?

Which part?

Jane Doe.

I know, Gus. A little.

The way the woman was killed,

it's hard to reconcile.

Still doesn't rule it out.

No, it doesn't.

But it would solve a massive problem if--

What's your gut?

I'm not convinced.

About?

Any of it.

♪

And I can say that we've identified

a person of interest

in the death of Janice Doncaster.

A suspect, you mean?

We have someone in custody? Yes, but at this point--

And the other murder?

Is this person a suspect in both,

or are you thinking--

We're asking the public, anyone who has any information

regarding a woman in her 40's, slim build, blonde hair,

last seen wearing a blue sweater.

If you saw her, if you talked to her,

please contact us immediately.

When will you release the name of the person in custody?

We'll have more information soon.

[reporters clamoring] Chief Alberg...

Just a person of interest, huh?

What did Dr. Duval say

about the angle of the blow to Janice's face?

I don't think she did.

This sketch isn't going to help us get an idea.

Look at it. It's not her.

You want to commission another one?

No.

I'm going to be gone a couple hours.

Hold the fort.

Where are you going?

Plan B.

Oh, get Duval to call me, will you?

Just on my way to work.

I'm sorry for showing up unannounced,

I tried to call.

It just went straight to voicemail.

How are your murders?

Unsolved?

Um, yeah, that's why I'm here.

I... I need the name of an artist.

Georgia O'Keeffe, Jackson Pollock.

I thought this was supposed to be your department.

I need somebody local who can do portraits.

Portrait of you inspiring the troops.

Spyglass and a three corner half,

that sort of thing.

Like Horatio at the Bridge?

No, you have too many arms.

[laughs]

Uh... Tommy Cummins.

At the high school? Really? He's Holly's teacher.

Have you seen his work? He's... he's really good.

He has an exhibition. It starts tonight.

Gibsons Art Gallery. You should go check it out.

Cassandra.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You look tired.

We should try and get some more sleep.

As soon as these cases are solved.

They will be.

I have faith.

[cell phone buzzes]

Hey, doc. Appreciate the call.

Um, regarding the blow, to Janice Doncaster's face,

what can you tell me about the angle of impact?

Yeah.

Trust yourself.

If Jesse sees this.

But that's personal, right? That's what makes this work.

[knocking]

Mr. Cummins. I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Alberg, I was just leaving.

Um, Holly's dad.

Oh, we've met.

Holly's first day, of course. Welcome, Chief.

We have a friend in common, Cassandra Lee.

Sure. At the library, yeah.

Mmhmm.

Students.

This one's Devon's.

She's got a real talent.

You know, your daughter has that spark too,

and I'm not sure she believes that.

But Holly could be special.

Oh, she already is to her dad.

-Well, I don't doubt that. -Yeah.

I don't have kids myself. One day, maybe.

But that father daughter bond...

You do anything for her, wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

So how can I help you, Chief?

The Egyptians believed that a dead person's soul

could return to their portrait. I'm guessing you knew that.

Far better than any photograph.

You bring yourself to a painting, right?

We found a body a couple nights ago.

A woman. No I.D. No clue who she is.

That poor woman in the woods, huh?

Just terrible, isn't it? The investigation is still--

I need someone to bring her back to life.

Hello.

How is he?

How you'd expect.

When can I see him?

How are you, Kat?

He loves you more than anything.

He's my dad.

He'd do just about anything for you, wouldn't he?

What the hell do you want?

What would you do for him, Kat?

Janice came here last night looking for your dad,

but I don't think she found him.

Instead you two had an argument.

Maybe she shoved you.

Maybe she took the first swing.

The blow that cracked Janice's cheekbone

was angled up.

Janice's 5"8, your dad's 6 foot plus.

She probably came here to explain.

But you were not in the listening mood.

And once things got started,

he's right-hand dominant, your dad.

I hit her.

The punch cracked Janice's right cheekbone,

so left hand.

Talk to me, Kat. For your dad's sake.

You're not gonna let him take the fall, are you?

I never liked Janice much.

She kind of hated me.

She wasn't getting up.

Daddy, I screwed up. I really screwed up.

He said, I got this.

Sweetheart, go. This is my job.

You got your whole life.

Hey. Go!

Out the door. Go!

[sniffling]

How many years?

It's not up to me.

Let my dad go.

No. See? She's making that up to protect me.

Kat won't do hard time.

Involuntary manslaughter, a year,

18 months at most.

But she's got a scholarship.

Gonna go to college, go places.

Not like me.

Dad...

[sobbing]

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be all right.

-[sobbing] I messed up. -No, you didn't.

I got you. You're fine.

We're fine.

Everything's gonna be all right.

In here, Mr. Cummins.

[classical music playing through headset]

♪

Hey boss, you know I trust your instincts and all,

but this guy's a civilian. You sure about this?

He's an artist.

Yeah, God bless him for that. The world needs artists.

What do you see?

Actually kind of beautiful, except ice cold.

Gotta be a transient.

It reminds me of something.

The photo, not... not the vic exactly,

but I've seen this somewhere.

Another murder?

I think. Yeah.

Where and when?

Follow your instincts. It'll come back to you.

What do you see?

This is not a crime of passion.

He's patient... calculating.

He's done this before. He's gonna do this again.

We're looking for a serial killer.

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