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At the Albany Bulb landfill...
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| We've got your number, Bruce! You and your cult artists! See the octopus? See the devil? The babies? The umbilical cords? The well dressed guy in a cage! It's the crime ! You've laid it all out! | |
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| Dude. It's a love story! What are you smoking, anyway? | |
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| Finally! The buoys landed near the Richmond shorline! Excellent work, Dalton. How long have you been out here? | |
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| It only took six hours to get one of the buoys to float near Richmond, but now we know what to do to repeat it! Let them try to deny they dumped her here! | |
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Later, consulting with the forensic experts...
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| So you see, Dr. Wecht. The objects floated to the shore very near where the bodies of the victims surfaced. Do you see the connection? | |
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| Ummm. When is the next flight to Pittsburgh, again? | |
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