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Well, if I were the last

person to see her alive?

You bother to think of that,

Perry f***ing Mason?

Okay, f*** it.

We'll just have to get down there,

open while we still can.

You still have the... the disks and the

envelopes in which they came in, right?

We give everything to the cops,

we let them sort it out.

What else can we do?

What?

I got rid of everything already.

The discs, the envelopes, everything.

What? Why would you do that?

- Why the f*** would you do that?

- Because you told me to get rid of them!

I'm sorry, okay?

I... I thought it would keep us safe.

You know what?

You know...

Maybe... maybe it's alright.

Maybe that's...

Oh f***! No, no, no! Why...

What the f*** were you thinking? Huh?

We're never gonna be safe now!

Damn...

Okay.

We'll just have to...

tell someone, or...

What about the website?

We can still use it, right?

They can track it, right?

There's not really a site exactly,

Okay? It's more like a...

like a search engine from an anonymous

file sharing network, you know?

There are millions of users...

I just wanted to get a hold of some

out of print movies, you know? But...

you can't always find everything

to download, so sometimes I would...

I would just post to

my box address and...

list what I was looking for,

you know? To see if...

if people would mail me copies.

You told me you ordered

the first one online.

I swear to you, okay?

It just showed up in my box.

Well, from then on, they must have

got my address from one of my post.

You lied to me!

Why would you f***ing do that?

I didn't mean to.

I mean I...

I thought we both were kind of

getting something out of it, I mean...

you were coming over here and...

and we were hanging out...

and it was kind of like

old times, you know.

- And maybe it was fake, anyway.

- Fake?

Your f***ing girlfriend

is dead, a**hole!

It's real.

It was always f***ing real!

And we knew it!

Goddamn it!

What am I supposed to do now, huh?

Where are we going to go?

What am I supposed to tell my wife...

and my daughter?

Don't call me anymore.

Don't talk to me at work.

Don't come by my house.

I'm sorry.

Moby, do that.

Up, up, up! Look!

Come on, Moby.

Good boy!

Hello?

Oh, hi!

Not bad.

Hold on, I'll go get him.

What?

Why not?

What do you mean?

Okay...

Yeah...

No, I appreciate it.

Thanks.

Okay. Bye.

F***.

I know you talked to him.

What did he want?

What did he want?

Just to talk.

To you?

Why not?

Listen...

I don't know what he said to you,

but he's just trying

to get in between us.

Between you...

Katie and me.

He's a manipulative, sick,

f***, and we're done.

I don't want to call him.

I don't want him coming by.

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