Okay, I've got a triple-sh*t,
mocha, cirillium latte,
an extra hot,
chromium kona macchiato
and a double-distilled
Peruvian slow roast.
Okay,
I'm telling you it's weird.
This is America's
favorite pastime.
Please, a bunch of grown men
slapping each other on the butt
and hitting balls with sticks.
You want to talk weird? Let's
talk about what you're wearing.
You choose now
to mock my clothes?
I call it like I see it.
There's nothing wrong
with this dress.
The fact that you call a
t*nk top with a belt a dress,
all the wrong I need.
Well, you know, it's not like
I'm wearing a thong under it.
No, no.
- How old are you?
- Old enough to know that that
is the last thing I want to hear
my 15-year-old daughter saying.
- Thong.
- Don't.
Thong. Thong!
Hey! Hey.
Eyes front, eyes front.
There you go.
Hey, Vincent, I heard
something about a town meeting
somewhere this morning?
Do you know where or when?
Oh. Here and now.
HENRY: Good morning, Eureka!
And here's the
Monday Morning Minute.
After much discussion, we are
installing our first traffic light
on the corner
of Main and Archimedes.
Also, we'll be holding
special elections
next month
for our new town mayor.
All interested candidates
please contact Allison Blake.
And finally, today, one of our
newest citizens, former US Marshall,
Sheriff Jack Carter.
Would you like to say
a few words, Sheriff Carter?
Oh, okay. Like he said,
I'm Jack Carter
and this is my daughter Zoe.
- So, be nice.
- Dad, stop talking. Now!
It's nice to be here.
Eureka is definitely unique.
Hey, I was wondering if anybody
would like to get together
for, you know,
a pick-up baseball game?
just, you know, hang out
and get to know each other.
HENRY: Yeah, our minute's
just about up, Sheriff.
Oh, okay. Well, if
anybody's interested...
So, to recap, traffic
signal, mayor's election,
Sheriff Carter, baseball.
Have a great week, folks!
Baseball league.
I just want to
put him in my pocket.
Be nice, Nathan. He's
just trying to fit in.
Yeah, well,
don't hold your breath.
Speaking of which, what's going on
with the anti-m*ssile shield array?
I've got two teams working
on it around the clock.
I'll have your prototype
by Friday. Good.
The Department of Defense has invested
a lot of money in that project, Nathan.
They want to see returns, soon.
Do they?
Just a friendly word of advice.
So, we're friends now?
Well, I guess that's a step
in the right direction.
All right,
don't get too excited.
I'm not running out to renew
our wedding vows or anything.
Look, Allison, I was thinking,
maybe we should...
So, Kevin's been doing much better
since he started the new drug trial.
Good. That's good.
He had a very positive
session this morning.
He's very calm, focused.
He doesn't seem to be having any
side effects from the methyl...
Methylphenidate hydrochloride.
It's a mouthful, but it may be the
first step to finding a cure to autism.
So, Kevin is definitely
on the drug.
Allison, even if I knew,
I couldn't tell you.
It's a double-blind study.
If I told you, it would skew the
results, invalidate the trial.
I know. It's just that
lately he's seemed more...
I don't know, focused, connected
to me, if that makes any sense.
Well, that's what
we were hoping for.
Great.
Then you'll keep me in the
loop on the shield array?
Consider yourself kept.
Have a good day at school. You
know, try not to commit any felonies.
Good pep talk, dad.
JO ON RADIO:
Lupo for Carter. Over.
Yeah, go ahead, Jo.
Nice speech.
Baseball's huge here. Over.
Do you need something?
I've got a hit and run
off Coriolis Loop.
- You need to see this. Over.
- Copy.
Perfect.
Hey, Jo. What you got?
Hit and run. She says
they came out of nowhere.
You get a description
of the other vehicle?
Well, that's just it,
there is no other vehicle.
Whatever hit her was on foot
and, according to her, invisible.
Did you give her
a sobriety test?
Yeah, she's clean.
But check this out.
Wow!
So, what do you think hit her?
Well, whatever it was,
it went that way.
You get bears around here? Heck, yeah.
I've never seen a bear
do anything like that.
Well, what else could it be?
Gigantopithecus Americanus.
Taggart, what the hell?
It could still be out there. What?
Note the large stride,
trail of destruction,
the extended footprint.
Tell me you don't mean Bigfoot.
I mean
Gigantopithecus Americanus.
Let's give him a sobriety test.
How'd you get here so fast?
Heard you on my scanner.
And what, you were just passing by in
full cammies and night-vision goggles?
Yeah.
Nice.
Hey, guys.
Think we found our hit and run.
Is that a body?
Not anymore.
He's saving the rest for later.
That's how they feed.
I've never seen anything
like this before in my life.
I have. It's never pretty.
Would you stop with the
Bigfoot? This is serious.
I take Bigfoot very seriously.
There's no way an animal
did this, real or imaginary.
Carter's right. I mean, look,
these are friction burns,
those are impact wounds.
He's probably broken
every bone in his body.
- It's like he fell out of an airplane.
- Yeah, only horizontally.
Exactly.
Okay. So we know
this isn't an animal att*ck.
If you buy that hypothesis.
Yeah, I'm going out on a limb.
Henry, what is this?
That is a subcutaneous computer
chip, probably biometric.
I'm sorry?
Oh, a genetically
encoded marker,
usually used for tracking
or identification.
Yeah, like I used on the black
Rhino in the African bush.
Yeah, just like that.
Only, this is a little bit
more sophisticated
than what you would find on
the open market. Which means...
That this guy is either a
researcher at Global Dynamics...
Or the research.
I'll call Stark.
No, hold on.
I've got a better idea.
Hey, Spencer, get my pen.
Allison Blake.
Hey, Allison, it's Carter.
I need a favor.
I thought you'd never ask.
Listen, I want to play first base.
They're always putting me
in right field.
Well, actually,
that's not why I'm calling.
Oh.
There's been an accident and it might
be connected with Global Dynamics.
We found a subcutaneous
computer chip
in the man's ribs
and I need you to source it.
Don't let anyone know, we're trying
to do this as quiet as we can.
Got it.
You comfortable, Fargo?
Can I offer you a beverage?
I haven't slept in days.
My team just can't keep up.
Milton's team is full
of Section Five guys.
They have better materials,
unlimited resources,
not to mention 160 IQs.
Competition breeds excellence.
It brings out the best in us.
Yeah, tell that
to Nancy Kerrigan.
You ever want to be
considered for Section Five,
you've got to be able
to compete on their level.
Talent
will only get you so far.
It comes down to attitude.
Yeah, I got plenty of attitude,
but what I don't have is a
hyper-velocity, anti-m*ssile shield array
for the Pentagon test
on Friday.
Yeah, but at least
I'm punctual.
Milton's not late yet.
Hey, Dr. Hauke. Aren't you
going to be late for work?
I've got plenty of time.
Well, in that case,
let me top you...
Dr. Hauke,
right on time.
Okay, gentlemen.
Change of plans.
The team that can deliver
a working prototype
by tomorrow at 5:00
gets the funding.
But you said Friday.
By tomorrow we'll have it in a
variety of colors for you, Dr. Stark.
See what I mean, Fargo?
Attitude.
Okay, guys,
our deadline is now tomorrow.
So we need to step it up,
we need to get serious,
but mostly we need to cheat.
Twice in one day.
I'm starting to think
you miss me.
I think it's you
who's missing someone.
I'm betting the
computer chip means...
Nothing.
I'm betting the computer
chip means this guy
was working
on something classified.
I don't know what's going on,
but my gut tells me it's bad.
His guts should have
told you that.
Well, let's hope the autopsy
can get us something concrete.
I want everything packed up and
moved back to Global Dynamics.
Hey. Hey!
It's a crime scene!
Don't touch anything.
Jo, you want to tend to this?
I appreciate
your efforts, Sheriff,
but this is a little
above your pay grade,
which I assume you knew since you
called Allison before you called me.
You are so stuck
in right field.
I had to tell him, Carter. We
have strict protocols about this.
You're interfering in a criminal
investigation, and I'm the law.
This man worked in Section
Five, where I'm the law.
So, unless you have
hard evidence of a crime,
you can stop what
you're doing. Henry!
Deep, deep right.
Just consider me Switzerland.
You know, just here packing up.
I respect the job you do
Sheriff, I do. It just ends here.
- Oh, I'm just getting started.
- Be prudent, Sheriff.
I wouldn't want you
to end up in a federal prison.
Yeah, well, I wouldn't
want you to end up
- with my foot shoved up your ass.
- Carter!
Sheriff, we're grown men.
I'd like to think we're a
little more evolved than that.
Oh, you overestimate me.
Touch?.
It's out of your hands.
There's got to be
something we can do.
Stark's head honcho
up at Global Dynamics.
When he says, "Jump," everyone
else says, "What trajectory?"
Yeah, well.
I say, "Screw him."
Well, he's probably saying the
same thing about you, only in Latin.
You saw the body, right?
I mean, there's no accident.
I'm not giving up on this.
Unless we can show
evidence of a crime,
you don't have
much of a choice.
I can't show evidence of
anything, Stark took it all.
Not all of it.
That's a pen.
No, it's a portable
magnetic resonance imager.
I just did a quick scan, while
everybody else was distracted.
We may not have a body,
but with a little patience
we are gonna have a darn good
three-dimensional representation.
Henry, I could kiss you.
But, why don't we
move this to Jo's desk?
I'm running
a reconstructive algorithm,
just to sort of
fill in the gaps.
How long before
we get a full image?
A few hours, maybe less. Once
I get it back to the garage,
I can boost
the processing power.
Okay.
In the meantime, Jo and
I will try to figure out
how this guy got this way.
- Where we going?
- Uh... Back to the woods.
Odds are Stark's
g*ons missed something.
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Access
to Section Five granted.
Dr. Hauke,
a word?
Just a few finishing touches, Dr. Stark,
and it should be ready
for test phase. Good.
Good.
And your team, everyone
pulling their weight?
I didn't want to say
anything, but Dr. Hawthorne
wasn't up to the task,
so I sent him home.
When?
Yesterday.
Why?
Well, there's been an accident.
Hawthorne.
Is there anything else
I should know, Milton?
Only that, in spite
of his shortcomings,
you're going to have
a highly sophisticated,
anti-m*ssile
prototype to test tomorrow.
A man d*ed, Milton.
I have bigger concerns
at the moment.
So big you want us
to stop working?
I'll keep you apprised.
Keep up the good work.
- What was that about?
- Nothing, just get back to work.
It's Hawthorne?
Something happen?
Let me worry about Hawthorne.
We need to make
every second count.
What?
It's just enough to get us
through the night.
I don't know.
These side effects...
Something's not right
with this stuff.
One more dose
isn't gonna k*ll you, Keller.
Not taking it
might k*ll your career.
It's your call.
MILTON:
Okay, let's get back to work.
No, come on.
Bingo.
Which basically means certain
nonlinear, dynamical systems,
extremely sensitive
to initial conditions...
Exhibits a phenomenon
known as chaos.
Come on, Courtney,
that's a textbook definition.
You've got to state
specific examples.
Open your eyes, meat.
Sorry, it was an accident.
You're not going to screw with my
dad's credit scores again, are you?
Lucky for you,
I'm in a forgiving mood.
Good God, it's Nerd-vana.
You have no idea.
I don't know.
You look fairly normal.
Well, everyone's got
their way of standing out,
like yelling "thong"
in a crowded restaurant.
Too much?
It got my attention.
Yeah, well, thongs
get everyone's attention.
I'm Dylan.
Zoe.
Yeah, I know.
The Monday Minute.
You did see that?
Don't worry, I know
exactly how you feel.
It's a drag when people judge
you by what your parents do.
Your dad's a total loser, too?
Actually, he's a Nobel
laureate in chemistry.
Mom's a physicist. Compared
to them, I'm the loser
and I got a 4.6 GPA.
Well, that sucks. Yeah,
that's growing up in Eureka.
So, I guess you're one
of the brainiacs, huh?
Well, I do have an
internship at Global Dynamics.
I hope that doesn't
color your opinion of me.
Depends.
On?
Whether or not you let
me cheat off you in class.
Hey, Jo, do you have a Kn*fe?
Ask a stupid question...
Is that an ear?
Yeah.
There's our evidence.
Oh, hey, Henry.
How's it going?
Fire in the hole!
Jack, I'm sorry,
I didn't hear you come in.
I can't hear anything.
Henry, what are you doing?
Working on a hunch.
A hypothesis
on how our guy d*ed
and it wasn't any Bigfoot.
Yeah, well, tell me something
I don't know. Okay, he tripped.
He tripped
and was hit by the car?
No, he hit the car.
What, was he going like
500 miles an hour?
588 miles and hour,
and he glanced off it,
which would explain
why the car spun out instead
of being smashed on impact.
Yeah, I think I like
the Bigfoot theory again.
Here, look, I've done
numerous simulations.
I've done
mechanical augmentation,
I've done temporal
manipulation,
I've done
biological enhancement.
Only one theory makes sense.
Someone or something turned
our guy into roadrunner.
Okay, if that something
was a chemical...
Okay... that you could
ingest, could you test for it?
Sure, if I had a body.
- How about a body part?
- Oh, that's very good.
Very good.
Why does it look like me?
HENRY: It's generic!
Eureka.
Henry, do you ever
actually work on cars?
Sometimes, when it gets slow,
yeah. Here, look, check this out.
See how when I
probe the tissue,
how the ADPIATP ratio
is out of equilibrium?
First thing I noticed.
Not only that, this guy has
highly elevated levels of
cyclopentano-
perhydrophenanthrene.
He's been juicing!
With what? Like, rocket fuel?
I don't know, but you won't
find it in Barry Bonds' locker.
Could you find
this in Section Five?
Maybe. I'll know more
once I isolate the compound.
Um...
Okay, okay.
Let's say someone,
literally, is speed-freaking.
What signs would I look for?
Besides running at
600 miles an hour?
Appetite, extreme thirst.
Any drug that would increase
the metabolic rate this much
requires massive amounts of electrolytes,
simple and complex carbohydrates.
Henry, you're a rock star.
Can I borrow
your wonder-pen?
Sure, where you going?
To grab a little lunch.
So, I thought you
were mad at me.
If I was, would I be taking
you out to lunch? Here?
Well, maybe I'm
a little mad at you, yeah.
Okay, what is
this about, Carter?
Nothing.
You know,
we just never hang out.
I mean, what's
going on with you?
You know, what's going on
with Allison?
Okay, for a cop,
you're a bad liar.
I'm afraid there may be dr*gs
involved with our John Doe's death.
What kind of dr*gs?
The kind that can make
you run at Mach five.
- Are you sure you're not on dr*gs?
- Yes.
Look for someone eating
a massive amount of food.
- So we're looking for someone
who's hungry? - Yeah.
In a cafeteria, at lunch?
Look, I'm not talking about
a regular amount of hungry,
I'm talking like post-super-speedy-
drug-binge hungry.
You think Global Dynamics
has a drug problem?
I think I have a dead researcher
who was juicing on something.
I mean, athletes juice, right?
Why not scientists?
Speaking of which,
no cafeteria food's that good.
Wait, wait, look, those
guys are from Section Five.
This has to be
handled delicately.
Trust me. Trust.
Hey, guys, I hate
to interrupt your lunch,
but I was wondering if you
could help me with something?
I want to know what drug this guy was
on and which one of you k*lled him.
You son of a bitch.
Is that delicate
enough for you?
Sheriff, I'm really
starting to tire of this.
Well, then,
I'll make it easy on you.
Have these guys
submit to a drug test.
Do you have evidence that
they're taking something illegal?
Well, illegal, no. But that body was
pumped with something from your lab,
and whoever gave it to him is
looking at a possible m*rder charge.
Assuming that's true, how do you
know anybody else is taking it?
Well, I have my reasons.
I'm listening.
These guys
are eating way too much.
Your damning evidence
is a healthy appetite?
Well, when you put it like
that, it just sounds dumb.
I know. Look, Sheriff,
I'm gonna need something a little
more conclusive than the munchies.
Is that more what
you had in mind?
I want them quarantined and
isolated for investigation.
This is still
an internal matter, Sheriff.
Not anymore, Nathan. Fargo
took this from Milton's team.
Give it to me.
I'll have it analyzed.
That's evidence
in an ongoing investigation.
Carter is right. Milton obviously
knows more than he's saying.
I'll have Henry analyze this.
We can interrogate
Milton's team tomorrow.
- Well, why not now?
- I want to let them stew.
Any drug that gets people this cranked
has got to have a nasty rebound.
All right, well, we can put them
in the decontamination chamber
- in Section Four.
- Perfect. Nice tie.
I'm really starting
to dislike that guy.
No, it's just been a
long day. SARAH, beer me.
SARAH: Enjoy.
I love this house.
You know,
this workload is insane.
I mean, who needs this kind of pressure?
- When do kids just get to be kids?
- Yeah, hard day at school?
Actually, I made a friend.
- That's great! What's her name?
- His name
is Dylan.
Relax, he's perfectly
normal and smart.
He even has a student
internship at Global D.
Since when do you like guys
who are normal and smart?
SARAH: There's someone
at the door.
Since they look like him.
SARAH, we need to talk
about increasing security.
Against burglars?
Against boys.
Wow, you guys live in a hole.
I mean,
it's a nice hole, it's very...
Very postmodern Armageddon.
This is Dylan.
From the caf?
this morning, right?
Yeah, yeah. But I promise
my intentions are honorable.
It's not your intentions
I'm worried about.
Dylan's my chemistry tutor.
Hmm.
Just helping her
get a head start, you know?
You need all the help you
can around here, believe me.
Famous parents,
overachiever, he has issues.
Don't we all.
Don't you have work to do?
Yeah, I heard
about that accident.
You figure out
what caused it yet?
Yeah, as a matter of fact,
we're this close.
Okay, great, why don't
you get on that, okay?
All right. I'm just gonna be
in the next room.
I have a g*n,
you know that right?
- Dad! Leave!
- It's loaded.
I'm just saying, I'm a
pretty good sh*t. Now!
Hey, Henry. It's Carter.
Look, I think I got
what k*lled our guy.
Still working on the who, but
I need a chemical analysis.
So give me a call
when you get in.
What was that?
Dad!
Zoe, you okay?
- Yeah. What was that?
- A warning.
They're all in pretty bad shape.
I almost feel sorry for them.
Well, he's almost ready.
And, you're sure
they were here all night?
Yeah, they've been
under constant surveillance.
Well, someone trashed
my place last night.
Someone moving too fast
for my security camera.
If it wasn't one of them, they
definitely know who it was.
Maybe you should
question them at some point.
Do I tell you
how to do your job?
No, but that
is an amusing idea.
I'll question them
when they're good and ready.
Let me out of here.
You can't keep me
locked up like this.
Let me out!
Like now.
A tape recorder?
This is priceless.
This is how this is
gonna work, Milton.
I'm not gonna ask you
misleading, clever questions,
not gonna try
to trap you, right?
You work in Section Five, I
figure you're too smart for that.
- Good.
- Good.
What is gonna happen
is that I'm gonna sit
right out there
and watch you slowly
go into withdrawal,
until every nerve
in your body is on fire.
Until your skin is crawling
and your brain is begging
for whatever the hell you took.
You see, I got a body
pumped full of
just God knows what
and everything points to you.
I didn't k*ll him or anybody.
Nice, yeah,
I need a different story.
You got options Milton.
You have options until
I head out that door.
Okay.
Good luck.
Wait.
We were just trying to keep up.
I didn't know
anybody would get hurt.
- Who else is involved?
- Nobody.
Nobody.
Somebody trashed my house
trying to get me to back
off from this investigation,
and if you clowns were
in lock up... Okay.
But first,
you got to know,
it wasn't my...
It wasn't what?
Milton? Milton?
It wasn't what?
I was so close.
It must be a reaction
to coming off the drug.
His metabolism
is overcompensating,
forcing his nervous system to shut down.
Can you counteract it?
Not without knowing
exactly what he was taking.
- What did he say?
- I don't know.
But my assistant might.
Don't ever call me that.
Not you. Give me.
MILTON: ... just used it
and so did Hawthorne,
so you can't hold me
responsible for his death.
Priceless, huh?
MPH is still experimental, but
with it altered like that...
- But no one thought...
- What's MPH?
I think he's talking about
methylphenidate hydrochloride.
It's an advanced
form of Ritalin.
That's the drug they're
using on Kevin in the study.
They must have
altered it in the lab,
changed the chemical
composition.
Who has access to it?
I can access the personnel
files, but it will be a long list.
Researchers, kids, their
parents, techs, student interns.
Now, hold it, student interns?
One of them named Dylan?
Yes.
Dylan Hartwell,
he's a senior at Tesla.
That's my daughter's boyfriend.
Son of a bitch
was hiding in plain sight.
Okay, Jo, you go to the kid's
house, I'm hitting the school.
I'm on it.
I can't believe you did that. Allison.
You convinced me
to put Kevin in that study,
now you've given him a drug
that has k*lled a man.
The drug didn't k*ll him.
Cooking it in the lab did,
and I didn't give
Kevin anything.
Oh, great. So now
you're going to try
to lay the blame
on someone else?
No, I'm telling you
that Kevin isn't on the drug.
What?
He's not on MPH.
He's receiving the placebo.
How could you know that?
It's a double-blind study.
Because I cheated.
Look, MPH is perfectly safe
when used properly,
but with every new drug
there's side effects
and until we knew more,
I just...
I couldn't risk it.
That can't...
No, he has been so different
since he started that trial.
Because you're different.
Any progress
that Kevin has made,
it's because of his relationship
with you. Not because of any drug.
And, you've known
about this all this time?
I'm sorry I couldn't
tell you. I...
I just wanted
what was best for him.
Don't lie to me again,
but, thank you.
Zoe.
- Hey!
- Hey. Where's Dylan?
It was one kiss
during homeroom, relax.
Okay, I'll freak out
about that later.
Right now, I need to know
where Dylan is.
Okay, I don't know,
I'm not his keeper.
All right, come with me, come
on. I'll bring a note tomorrow.
I'm telling you
he's using dr*gs.
You know, of course, you think
the guy I like must be using dr*gs.
He had access to the lab
and he was in our house
last night when it was trashed.
What are you... Dylan was
right next to me the whole time.
This drug, MPH, he cooks
into speed, literally.
I mean, it can make you move
faster than the eye can see.
Do you realize
how crazy you sound?
Nobody can move that fast.
Dad!
Why couldn't you
just leave it alone?
I told you to back off!
You had to keep pushing.
Everybody's always pushing,
all the time.
Dylan, where's Zoe?
You don't know what it's like!
I know what it's like to be
pulled from a moving vehicle.
Where's my daughter?
I cooked the MPH
so that I could keep up!
They came to me.
I wasn't dealing it!
They said that if I helped
them, that they would help me.
They would help me
move up, you know.
Now I'm gonna lose
my internship.
Do you have any idea how
hard that I worked for that?
Dylan, you got to trust me.
No, I told Hawthorne
to watch the dosage!
Okay. So it's
an accident, right?
You can come back from this
as long as you don't do anything
else stupid, more stupid.
Don't call me stupid!
You got to listen to me.
And don't tell me what to do.
Okay, you got to
stop doing that.
Dad!
Zoe, stay put!
- Dylan?
- Back off!
Zoe!
Put the g*n down, Dylan.
Why, so I can go to jail
for the rest of my life?
- Damn straight!
- Not helping!
I can't go to jail.
It doesn't have to
end like this.
- I can't go to jail.
- Dylan, don't!
No!
Dylan!
Two bits of advice,
always check the safety
and never rush the mound when
the pitcher's got the ball.
- Dad!
- Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah, are you?
Yeah, well,
better than your boyfriend.
We are so broken up.
Where's the car?
This is Dr. Stark,
I'd like a new project
given top priority.
That's right.
Section Five.
Okay, will you lighten up,
Carter? This was your idea.
Don't remind me.
Look, I know it's not
the way you picked your bit,
but the important thing is
people are making an effort.
Really?
Is that what this is, an effort?
I call this an abomination.
Well, it's a beautiful day
here at Quantum Field.
HENRY:
Our very own Jack Carter.
Jack Carter,
ladies and gentlemen.
Let's hear it for Jack Carter
as he steps up to the plate.
Time to play ball!
Dad! Come on!
Batter, batter, batter.
Crowd the plate, law dog.
I dare you.
Just throw the damn ball,
dogcatcher.
Come on, dad!
This pitcher's got no game!
Not gonna get you out!
HENRY: Taggart is looking
for his pitch.
Oh, come on. Finally he
sees something that he likes.
Winds up for the pitch...
He hits the ball,
long fly to center.
He caught it at the fence!
It's the first big play
of the game!
Now, that is what
I call baseball!
Let a pro show you
how it's done.
HENRY: Allison Blake
steps up to the plate.
And it is creamed.
This is going to be
a hell of a game.
You know what I'm talking
about? A hell of a game.
I'll never get
used to this town.
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