(car horns honking, drivers yelling angrily)
(horn blares, tires screech)
(tires screeching)
(escaping man shouts, ax man grunts)
(ax man gasps, groans)
(sirens blaring)
Drop the ax!
Drop the ax, man. Don't do this!
(weak laughter)
Drop the ax now!
Freeze! Do not take another step!
Do you hear me?
(laughing)
Get down on the ground!
(laughing)
Get down on the ground!
Do it!
(yelling)
Drop the ax, man!
(Taser buzzing)
(sirens blaring)
Uniform found the key in his pocket.
Belongs to this hotel.
He making any statements?
No.
That's where he got the ax.
He was completely out of his mind.
They had to transport him back to the precinct in a body bag.
No! No! Let me out!
Stop! Aah!
No cuts or wounds?
None.
He was definitely wearing somebody else's blood.
What the hell happened in here?
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
♪ ♪
Clowns?!
That's what you're going with-- clowns?
That's your official story?
They were trying to kill me.
Oh, so they're the "homicidal on the inside" kind of clowns.
Well, hang on a second, while I put out an APB
for two guys with frizzy pink hair and big red noses!
Shh-shh-shh!
(muffled groaning)
They stuck a gun in my mouth.
(groans, gasps)
Open your mouth.
(muffled): Mm-mm...
Do it!
Open your mouth!
Open it!
This gun?
This gun, James?
This is a water gun
filled with tequila.
Now what do you have to say about that?
(quietly): I don't know...
You don't know.
That's the last thing that I remember.
What drugs are you on, James?
What'd you take?
I didn't take anything.
All right, enough, enough with the lying.
Enough!
We have your driver's license, James.
We know that you were up there celebrating
your 21st birthday with your friends.
Things got out of control, and so what happened?
I remember...
I remember... I was underwater.
Swimming with seahorses...
and... a-and...
starfish.
Mark.
Ask Mark.
Mark's dead.
They're all dead, James.
You hacked your friends to death.
Now tell me why.
I'm cold.
It's really cold in here.
I wanna...
I wanna go home.
Can I go home now?
He's clearly on something.
Dilated pupils,
cold sweats, tremors.
Most likely LSD or some other psychotropic drug.
BONASERA: Explains why he was swinging the ax at cars
and didn't respond to the officers on the street.
TAYLOR: He was hallucinating.
OFFICER (distorted): Drop the ax!
(shrieking)
Depending on the dose, the effects could last anywhere
between six and 12 hours.
He has moments of lucidity,
but he could go in and out of hallucinations during that time.
Let's see.
He's a physics major at Chelsea University
and a member of the Manhattan Physics Club.
Kid's no dummy.
Strange.
Kid's no dummy.
Strange.
A kid like this, no record,
clean as a whistle.
(phone ringing)
James's phone?
Yeah.
Got 11 missed calls from a Sara.
Girlfriend?
And one call from his mother.
MRS. ROBERTS: James, it's your dad and I.
Happy birthday!
I hope you're having fun.
MR. ROBERTS: Happy birthday, son.
Put the books down.
Go out and have a drink.
Got out and have ten drinks.
MRS. ROBERTS: Don't tell him that!
Don't have ten drinks, sweetheart.
We'll be home Friday.
We love you so much.
And say hello to Sara for us.
MR. ROBERTS: Happy birthday, son.
Happy birthday, James.
What's up?
She was first.
Angle of the wound suggests the ax came down from above.
But it was clean.
So if one of the others were first,
there would be a castoff pattern on the ceiling.
(shrieking, screaming)
It's hard to say who was next.
Well, this guy's hand...
is on top of the other guy's leg.
So, he goes down, James hits him in the back
multiple times, causing this blood spatter
on the wall and the bathroom door.
And this guy gets hit; his arm falls on top.
All right, so, two, three.
Maybe.
There's nothing to rule out her as number two.
Right.
So, three, four.
Horizontal wound.
The ax came straight back.
Right, and boom, causing that castoff pattern on the wall.
There's a break in the pattern-- a void.
So who was standing here when she was killed?
There's no castoff pattern on the shirts of any of our vics.
Someone else was right here.
SARA: This is crazy!
James never did a drug in his life.
Well, that's why we asked you to come down here, Sara.
Maybe fill in some of the blanks?
None of this makes any sense.
Two of the victims were Mark Turner and Daniel Vaughn.
You know them?
Yes, they're his best friends.
How about them?
Do you know who these girls are?
(sobbing): No.
They didn't go to school with you and James?
I don't think so.
Did you know James was going out last night?
Yeah.
Mark and Daniel set it up.
It was his 21st birthday.
You weren't supposed to be with him?
James never made a big deal out of his birthday.
Last year,
he spent it in a library.
Said he was... (sniffles)
celebrating with Einstein.
James is a science buff, huh?
Yeah.
I can relate.
SARA (laughs): I was gonna throw a party for him.
He made me promise not to.
Mark and Daniel said
they weren't taking no for an answer.
James...
he isn't a party guy.
He... He's kind of a wallflower, you know?
He just sits back and watches everyone else have fun.
I don't care, though.
I-I love that he's not one of those
fraternity-type guys, you know?
(over speaker): No. No, get away from me!
Get away!
Wait. Calm down.
SARA (sobbing): What's gonna happen to him?
I wish I had a good answer for that, Sara.
So he was telling the truth.
He was kidnapped by two clowns.
Found a hair in each of the masks,
and they came back to the two male vics.
The clowns were his buddies.
(coughing)
(continues coughing)
(both laughing)
Ah...
(laughter)
JAMES: Are you serious?
Not funny, guys.
Happy birthday, man.
Happy birthday, bro.
I thought he was hallucinating.
So what happened after the jig was up?
I don't know.
So what happened after the jig was up?
I don't know.
Your guess is as good as mine, brother.
Hey, Doc.
So Sid printed the vics.
Got an I.D. on our two girls.
Names are Jackie Wright and Lacey Deshane.
Both have priors for drug possession.
They go to school with our suspect?
Nah, I don't think they seem like the school type.
The only detention they've seen
is probably Manhattan's House of Detention.
Tox also confirmed LSD in our two male vics.
Oh.
But not the girls.
So they were partying pretty hard.
I've heard of people having a bad trip,
but something set this kid off.
Yeah. Or his accomplice.
You have any theories on who created the void in the wall?
Nothing. I sent blood swatches to DNA.
Unknown stain on Mark's shirt, and...
trace amounts of shampoo
on James' jeans.
Shampoo.
Now, this guy needs
Shampoo.
Now, this guy needs
to come down off the LSD
and give up the other person in the room.
This might tell us.
This is James' shirt-- unis found it
on the stairwell at the hotel.
Nice.
You see?
No corresponding castoff patterns across here.
MESSER: Yeah, so he didn't create the void.
It would confirm that James was holding the ax.
BONASERA: Yeah, but I don't see any medium-velocity
blood spatter-- not on his shirt or his jeans.
And these are close-contact ax wounds.
If James were the killer,
there would be some blood spatter evidence on him.
So he didn't create the void,
and he wasn't swinging that ax.
What the hell was he doing
when his friends were being massacred?
(comically stressed): Oh, no, you didn't.
(with raspy voice): Oh, yes, I did.
BONASERA: Hey, Adam.
How far have you got?
Uh, well, I have a prelim sequence of events
based on the crime scene photos and DNA results.
Run it.
ROSS: Okay.
Okay. So, we know Jackie Wright was our first vic.
Angle of the wound and no castoff pattern
on the ceiling.
Now... Mark Turner
either tried to bum-rush
the killer or make a run for the door,
but he took a shot in the back, went down
and the killer hit him a couple more times.
Causing
and the killer hit him a couple more times.
Causing
the blood spatter on the bathroom door.
ROSS: Now, the other guy,
Daniel Vaughn, probably tried to step in.
Not wise, because he takes
a hit to the chest, goes down, landing on top of Mark.
How do you know for sure these guys are number two and three?
'Cause the DNA results came back from the girl's shirt,
and there was blood from all three of the other vics on her.
So everyone's blood was on the ax
before she got hit.
Listen, Danny,
was the bathroom door slightly open like this
when you got there?
Yep. Nobody touched anything.
Adam, go back to the second victim.
Highlight the door.
Right.
Look-- no blood is on the edge of the door.
Now, with a pattern like that,
blood would have definitely gotten on the edge,
unless...
Unless it was closed.
Exactly.
James said he remembered swimming
with the seahorses and the starfish.
And he had traces of shampoo
on his jeans.
James isn't our killer.
He was tripping in the bathroom.
(shudders)
(fly buzzing, louder than normal)
(loud fluttering)
(squeaking, buzzing)
(fly buzzes, James grunts)
I didn't kill my friends.
I know you didn't, James.
I know it.
(groans) What's happening to me?
You took LSD.
No. No. No. No.
I...
Listen to me, James.
I...
Listen to me, James.
You're experiencing hallucinations,
heightened anxiety, intense paranoia.
I wouldn't have done that. I-I-I...
Your friends took it, too.
It was your 21st birthday.
You were probably doing a lot of things
you hadn't done before.
I'm going to take your handcuffs off, okay?
Just relax.
You trust me?
I understand you're a man of science.
Studying physics.
Quantum physics.
That's heavy stuff.
Your girlfriend told me you're writing a paper
about the unified field theory.
You talked to Sara?
Where is she? Can I see her?
Maybe in a little bit.
(gasps)
(groans)
How long am I going to feel like this?
I need your help, James.
I need you to try to focus.
Remember everything from last night.
I don't know.
There's just...
pieces.
Every piece,
no matter how little, is important.
Who are the two girls?
You remember them?
No.
Where did you go after you got back to the hotel?
A bar, a club?
No...
No.
I remember...
walking out of the bathroom.
(gasps)
Seeing them.
(gasps)
(groans)
No!
(chair tumbles, clatters)
I don't know what happened.
Why are you asking me these questions?
Shh... shh...
(sobbing quietly)
I want to go home.
Why can't I just go...?
Why can't I just go home?
James, I know you're scared.
But we're going to get through this.
The two of us, okay?
You and me.
You don't have to answer
anything you don't want to.
We'll just take it slow.
Try to figure this out together.
Okay, the two male vics, Mark and Daniel,
bring James to the Tribeca Grand Hotel for his 21st birthday.
And there's drinking and drugs.
This was going to be a night that they only vaguely remember.
As far as the two female vics,
Jackie and Lacey were not their friends.
And the hotel manager
said that the girls did not check in with them.
So the guys either met them at some point that night
and they all went back to the hotel to continue the party.
DANNY: Right, or they were the party.
Hired to, uh, blow out the birthday boy's candle.
BONASERA: Right, okay.
All the blood at the scene
belongs to our victims.
And the same goes for the blood on the ax.
Now, we know that someone other than James used it.
Hawkes, try laser micro-dissection.
See if we can separate the blood from any
skin cells that might have been left behind on the handle.
What else do we have?
I'm still waiting on DNA from the bite mark
on James' calf.
You tell me he doesn't remember that?
He doesn't remember anything at the moment.
So we're going to have to piece together
his night with whatever evidence we have.
All right, well, here's what I got.
Mark and Daniel checked into the hotel at 6:00 p.m.
I'm guessing they left, got James,
got back to the room somewhere around 7:30.
They ordered room service at 7:40.
ATM records show withdrawals from all of them
at the bank right next to the hotel at 8:00.
After that, no credit or debit card transactions.
So wherever they went, they paid cash.
And none of them made any calls from their cell phones.
We couldn't retrieve any text messages
because whoever we're looking for crushed their phones.
But I was able to salvage a photo
taken of one of them.
This was taken at 8:45 last night.
These guys know how to party or what?
I mean, what, they organize a Golden Girls reunion?
Are any of our vics related to one of them?
No, I checked.
BONASERA: Checked where?
HAWKES: Wesleyshire House.
ROSS: It's an assisted living facility.
And none of the vics had any relatives there.
All right, so what were they doing there?
WOMAN: And the next number is O-71.
Sweetest boys you'll ever meet.
I beg to differ.
Helen nearly kicked the bucket
when she kissed that boy on the cheek.
So you're saying that they came here to play bingo?
Well, this one--
I think his name was Mark--
said they were doing research
for a documentary about nursing homes.
DANNY: Yeah, I don't think
they were here to do, uh...
I'm not stupid, sonny.
We don't get
many youngsters visiting around here,
so why not have some fun, right?
You're going down, Mary.
I'm coming to get ya.
Bring it on, hot shot.
Did I mention I was state champion three years running?
I beg to differ.
WOMAN: G-55.
Bingo!
What I tell ya, sister?
You don't mess with these skills.
WOMAN: Bingo. Bingo has been called.
FLACK: How much did he win?
$25,000.
WOMAN: And the next number is B-3.
What...? 25 grand?
This ain't your grandmother's bingo game.
We play high stakes.
Spices things up.
And he kept the money?
We insisted.
And he kept the money?
We insisted.
I beg to differ.
They won it fair and square.
So, yes, I insisted.
Well, obviously, we didn't find that kind of money at the hotel room.
No. That could be our motive.
Is that all, gentlemen?
'Cause I can think of better things to do
than sit here all day with you two.
I beg to differ.
Hey, Stell.
Just completed laser micro-dissection on the ax,
and I found some epithelials.
Now, it'll take a little while, but if we're lucky,
they belong to someone other than James.
Okay, well, I just got another piece of the puzzle.
DNA came back from the bite mark on James' calf.
Someone in the system?
Calvin Moore.
Priors for assault and resisting arrest.
Apparently, he put two officers on their back
when they tried to arrest him for drinking in public.
Wait a second. Is this right?
Says he's three-foot, nine.
He took down two officers?
And bit one of them.
Do we know where to find this guy?
The probation officer gave us a work address.
Danny and Flack are headed over there now.
Yeah!
I'm gonna do a little dance
around your pathetic, lifeless body.
My manager's gonna shove a folding chair under the ropes.
The ref's gonna try to stop me.
Boom! I hit the referee with the chair,
and then you.
Blood, blood, blood...
Now the ref is gonna come through
just in time to see me pin you.
The crowd goes wild.
Who the hell are you?
No, no, no, no, no.
You're not locking me up for this. They asked for it.
All right, so I get a little carried away, take things too far.
Who was with you?
No one. It was just me.
There was someone else in there.
Hey!
I only work solo.
Why'd you do it?
Why do you think?
For the money.
You bet your ass money.
DANNY: How much money you get?
A grand.
DANNY: How much money you get?
A grand.
A grand?
You did this for a grand?
Yeah. It was the easiest money I ever made.
What are you talking about?
We're talking about a quadruple homicide
that apparently you committed last night.
That I committed?
Yeah. That's what it sounds like.
Last night?
And we got your DNA
on one of our vic's legs to prove it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! These guys are dead?
Hey, I didn't kill no one.
These two jokers came in last night,
gave me $1,000 to bring their buddy, the birthday guy,
into the ring.
We put on one hell of a show.
(crowd shouting)
(grunts)
(crowd cheering)
(James coughing)
(grunting)
(groaning)
One, two, three!
They had fun,
I had fun, and they left.
Alive.
Uh-uh.
Okay, uh, were they, uh... were they high?
On drugs?
No, I don't think so.
What about these two girls?
Were they with them?
No.
It was just the three of them.
All right. Go fight.
All right, that's another piece,
but where do the girls come in?
And where'd they get the drugs?
I want to help.
I really do.
And I didn't take LSD.
You don't believe me, do you?
Well, I believe you don't remember taking LSD.
You and I probably have a lot in common.
Never had a desire to be the life of the party,
unable to just let go.
I think your buddies just wanted you to loosen up,
take a moment to let the world happen to you.
It definitely happened to me.
Why can't I remember?
Just relax. It'll come in time.
And what if it doesn't?
Why don't you tell me about your, uh... your studies?
Tell me about that paper you're writing.
"An Open Letter to Albert Einstein."
I hate to break it to you, James, but Einstein's dead.
Not his ideas.
Einstein believed
that everything in the universe is predictable.
Until Niels Bohr proved him wrong at the atomic level.
Protons, electrons flying around
a nucleus in a completely random fashion.
Yeah, Einstein didn't buy it.
He said that God...
"I can't believe God plays dice with the universe."
That phrase
comes to mind often in my field.
There have been times
in my life where I wish
everything was as predictable as you say,
but I think you'll find
the world's a far more interesting place...
(grunts)
James! James!
James!
Hey, hey, hey! Yo! What are you doin'?
Huh?
TAYLOR: Hey! Hey! Hey!
(grunting)
James.
James. Hey! Hey! Hey!
(grunts)
James. It's me.
It's me. It's Mac.
Hey. Hey.
(panting)
I rode a bull.
You what?
(panting)
A bull.
You tell me.
Tell me what you remember.
I rode a bull.
It didn't have a face.
I remember.
Okay. Okay.
A bull.
(groans)
(keypad beeping)
(country music playing): ♪ Because my life is complete ♪
♪ Prefer to live alone... ♪
Well, there's only two in the city.
The other one's in Brooklyn.
Danny already spoke to the bartender out there,
so, no... no, our vics weren't there.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, will do. Okay.
How's it going?
Hi.
(country accent): Wait... Let me guess.
Cosmo or... an appletini.
Let me guess.
Long Island, maybe Dix Hills.
(without accent): My manager makes us talk like that.
Got a question for you.
Remember these guys?
Yeah.
From last night.
They were, uh, big spenders, flashing a lot of cash.
They were, uh...
They were really funny. They got really wasted.
This guy here actually took on Pedro.
Who's Pedro?
Rode him to level four.
Pretty good for a city boy.
You remember about what time they came in?
Maybe 12:15.
Any of them seem high?
I don't think so.
Neither were the, uh, girls they were with.
What girls?
BARTENDER: There were these two girls.
They, uh... they ordered a round of shots for everyone.
Come to think of it, they might have put
a little something extra in three of the shots.
So, were these guys pretty liquored up
before they met the girls, or...?
They didn't meet the girls here.
They all walked in together.
Thanks for your time.
(country accent): My pleasure... cowboy.
(phone rings)
Stell?
Where are we?
They hooked up with the girls
some time between 12:00 and 12:15 a.m.,
which is a small window, considering they had
to take a cab from the wrestling thing up to the bar.
But to be honest with you, I don't know where we are.
Get a hold of Danny.
Have him meet me at the cab depot on 40th.
Cab depot?
Remember the unknown trace on our vics' shirts?
It's antifreeze.
Plus, Sid told us
that one of the vics had a bruise
on his shoulder from a seat belt.
I'm thinking they got into an accident,
and it wasn't just a fender-bender.
We're looking for a pretty banged-up cab.
All right, let me know what you find.
MAN: Strangest thing.
Came out of nowhere.
The lamppost?
The lamppost came out of nowhere?
Right.
They have a tendency to do that
when you're driving up on the sidewalk.
This is what I'm saying.
BONASERA: Mr. Gordon, you never reported
the car accident. Is there a reason for that?
I'm reporting it to you now.
Look, do you remember these guys?
You dropped them off at a bar over on Ludlow last night.
Something like that.
MESSER: "Something like that."
You remember these girls? Were they with them?
I'm losing my patience here, Gerald.
Tell us what you know, or I'm gonna lock you up
for reckless driving.
You-You can't do that.
for reckless driving.
You-You can't do that.
Watch us.
No, no, I mean, you can't because, uh,
I wasn't the one driving.
(hissing)
Get outta here.
Just go!
They gave me a hundred bucks to drive the cab and...
another $1,500 for the damage.
BONASERA: $1,600 to flush your medallion
down the toilet?
This is what I'm saying.
MESSER: Good man, Gerald.
He's got security cameras in here.
I can't believe I wrestled a midget!
Little person. God!
I can't believe I wrestled a little person.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pick up these girls.
GORDON: No, no.
Relax, Gerald, you're off duty.
Freeze it right there.
Let's see if they match.
That's Lacey Deshane.
And that's Jackie Wright.
So they just randomly picked up these girls last night?
Looks that way.
Man, that's some bad luck.
Of all the cabs.
Hmm.
Of all the cabs.
Hmm.
Where you headed?
LACEY: Wherever you guys are going.
Get in.
All right.
What's up?
What do you say we hit...
LACEY: Just drive! Okay.
Those girls didn't know what they were in for.
Well, they knew enough
to slip the guys some LS.
Most likely to gt their hands on the cas.
Can you go back to where the cab first pulls over?
Right there.
Jackie puts something in her purse.
How close can you get?
Let's see.
That looks like a gun.
They came from right here.
Something happened up in that apartment.
(knocking on door)
Uh, all right, I'll start.
Me and my partner here
are recruiting on behalf of the NYPD.
Looking for a couple of good guys to do some undercover work.
You know, inconspicuous types who blend in.
We think you got what it takes.
You interested?
MAN: Let 'em in.
What you two want?
Oh, I'm sorry. Where're my manners at?
Why don't you boys have a seat?
DANNY: That looks like a gunshot wound.
You all right there, chief?
It ain't nothin'.
Mama said there'd be days like this.
Tell us about Jackie Wright and Lacey Deshane.
Ain't them bitches dead?
Yeah, what do you know about that?
Same as you, I suppose.
I got eyes and ears all over this city.
Some crazy bastard went all Paul Bunyan on them girls.
So that makes you Babe the Blue Ox.
They left this building last night.
We know that Jackie
was carrying a gun.
Now why would that be?
(scoffs) I don't know.
Bad parenting, maybe?
She should know better than to play with guns.
Yeah, you're quite the role model.
Hey,
check this out, Sipowicz.
I had nothing but love for them girls.
Huh? I put money in their pockets, food in their mouths.
So it's a crying shame what happened.
When I heard you arrested someone,
I was a happy man.
But see, now, I'm thinking...
Things has changed.
That boy a witness?
All right.
I'm done with you two.
Now get your asses out of my house.
DANNY: His name's Rufus Knox.
Drug dealer, twitchy son of a bitch.
What's his connection to the girls?
They worked for him selling drugs
in an underground nightclub.
Rufus also bailed them out on their last two arrests.
Okay, so the relationship goes south,
the girls put a bullet in his face and then take off.
Right when James and his buddies drive by in the cab.
Without a witness, it's all circumstantial.
Nothing circumstantial about this: Laser micro-dissection
identified the epithelials on the ax handle.
DNA belongs to Rufus Knox.
Already called the DA for a warrant.
Bingo.
All right, let's move.
(door slams open)
Move, move, move!
There's no one here. It's just me, I swear.
We're all clear.
Nothing.
Where is he?
Where is he?!
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
Get down! Get down!
(bystanders screaming)
(gun clicking)
You think I'm pissing around here, huh?
You punk-ass kid!
Don't you move a hair on your head!
James! James!
Don't do it, James.
Don't do it, son.
Listen to the nice police officer, kid.
Girls... you some crazy-ass bitches.
Yeah, you want out, huh?
Oh, well, you want out,
well, you got it!
You were there.
You killed my friends.
Put the gun down, James.
You don't want to do this. Trust me, son.
I'm gon' tell ya-- this gon' be good.
(Knox yelling, girls screaming)
TAYLOR: Lower the gun!
Lower the gun.
On your knees.
On your knees!
Hands behind your head. Do it!
Turn around.
Turn around!
(sirens approaching)
She's scared out of her mind, but she's talking.
Apparently our two female vics wanted out of the drug business.
I just want to start over, you know?
I got a friend that lives out in Califor--
Do yourself a favor-- just shut your mouth!
After all I done for you.
You just want out.
Just like that.
(whimpering)
You know, I'm starting to get the distinct feeling here
that I'm a little
underappreciated.
(yells)
BONASERA: One of Rufus' girls spotted them going
into the hotel with James and their friends.
TAYLOR: James' friends were collateral damage.
Yeah.
Well, he would've been, too,
if he hadn't been in the bathroom.
Rufus wasn't leaving any witnesses.
The timing on this thing is unbelievable.
Driving up in the cab
just as the girls ran out of the apartment.
The sequence of events, I mean, what are the odds?
Worlds colliding.
How you feeling?
(sighs)
Guilty.
Like... this is all my fault.
My best friends are all dead because of me.
That's not true, James.
This is life. It throws things at you.
Some good, some bad.
No one could have predicted what happened,
not even if you're Albert Einstein.
So what do I do now?
You've been through a major trauma.
It's gonna be tough.
So don't pretend
to have all the answers.
You talk to people.
You're feeling something, you reach out.
Depend on the people who love you.
You'll be all right.
Hey, Mom, hey, Dad.
MRS. ROBERTS: Oh, baby...
Hey...
JAMES: God, I missed you.
SARA: Oh, I'm so dang happy.
MR. ROBERTS: Let's go home.
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