- In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses
are considered especially heinous.
In New York City, the dedicated detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
Hi. My name's Olivia.
What's your name? - Maria.
Hi, Maria.
You and me are gonna talk until
my friends come and get you, okay?
Tell them to come quick.
What's coming now?
A moment.
[sighs]
A voice.
Go with that.
A voice from a missing girl, but...
it's a different one.
It's, um, not Maddie Flynn's voice.
It's, uh, from another case, an old one.
Go with it.
Maria Recinos.
I don't know why.
Okay.
Take a breath.
Okay. Blank it out.
Just--what are you getting now?
I closed that case. I don't--
What do you notice in your body?
[somber music]
It's thick.
My chest is, uh, thick.
My head.
It's like, um...
pressure.
Notice the tension.
I closed this case as a detective.
You know, I put it in a drawer and I--
I moved on to the next one.
What do you notice in your body now?
I'm very uncomfortable.
From?
You know, life's little question marks.
How did Maria come into your life?
I was going on a date, and, uh,
my captain called me back into the precinct.
He put me on the phone with this little girl
who had called 911 looking for help.
Maria?
She'd been locked in a room.
Everyone thought it was a prank.
But not you?
No.
I-I could hear the fear in her voice.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
I was on the phone with Maria through...
the worst night of her life.
You haven't seen her since?
No.
You're an NYPD detective.
You found Maria once. You can find her again.
She's in the empty lot.
We need to dig! Get some tools!
Good afternoon, fellow NYPD officers,
friends, family.
I'd like to welcome our graduating class of 2024.
These cadets have chosen to recognize their place
in the history of the NYPD with the following motto.
Follow today.
Lead tomorrow.
Help me lift her up.
Come on. Come on.
- [coughs] - Yeah.
It's okay, Maria.
Olivia.
♪ ♪
- That crumb cake? - Yeah.
Went old school with a whisk last night.
Just for you.
Even put some bran in it.
Easy, Captain. We're not there yet.
Really?
So that's how it is?
Yeah, that's how it is.
There's a chain of command, isn't there?
All right, then call me Renee
if the captain part bothers you.
Doesn't bother me.
Good. 'Cause it shouldn't.
Yo, Sarge.
Where's Benson?
Cadet graduation.
What's that about?
Something you need, Detective?
Yeah, a walk-in. Lisa Miller.
She says she's going through a divorce.
And she came to SVU?
Social Services sent her here.
What for?
I don't know. I didn't ask.
Maybe next time you should.
Come on. We'll work this one together.
Oh, you pulling rank on me now.
Mm-hmm.
I told you.
My ex just hired a lawyer, and they want 50/50 custody.
And you want us to arrest your ex because?
He's a pervert.
Okay.
Tell us more about that. [recorder clicks]
I'm not gonna get in trouble, am I?
Why would you get in trouble?
For taking a screenshot of what I found on his computer.
Now it's on my phone.
There.
What's that look like to you?
That looks like child porn.
That's why I can't have him around.
What's your ex's name?
Wayne Miller.
Where's Wayne living right now?
Midtown.
At an Airbnb.
We'll need that address.
And a picture of Wayne if you have it.
Where you going?
Put in some calls. Get us a no-knock.
For all we know, he could be taking pics of other kids
right now.
- We're looking for Wayne Miller.
36, unemployed.
- Any record? - No.
Let's change that.
All right, I want every computer,
phone, and tablet in this place.
Copy that.
[tense music]
How's that for old school?
NYPD! We got a search warrant!
It's cold.
Open these cabinets.
Closets too.
Bag that laptop.
Captain! Sarge!
I think I found him.
♪ ♪
[retches]
♪ ♪
And now I'd like to officially welcome you
to put your hands together
for the NYPD graduating cadet class of 2024.
Congratulations.
[cheers and applause]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzes]
- Fin. - We got a problem.
What kind of problem?
You know that child porn perp
I texted you about?
Me, Velasco, and Curry came to execute a warrant,
and we found something else.
Okay. Well, what did you find?
A murder.
All right. Um, I'm on my way.
[somber piano music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
You clean up nice.
Thank you.
You found him dismembered on plastic sheeting?
Laid out like a broken puppet.
And where was he cut up?
In a bathtub.
Curry took one look and threw up.
[grunts]
Okay.
We need to make a positive ID on Wayne Miller.
I'll follow up with the ME.
Okay. What about the ex-wife?
I'll notify her, but it's not like
she's gonna be heartbroken.
I just want to make sure that she's not a suspect
before we console her.
Tough morning, huh?
I think I just lost a few pounds.
You regret leaving IAB yet?
No.
How was graduation?
What do we know about this vic?
Aside from the fact that he was a pedophile?
Seemed like a normal working-class guy.
Well, other than his looming federal porn charges.
Yeah, well, whoever killed him had
a more biblical idea of justice.
- You consult CSU? - Yeah.
And what'd they say?
Only sign of forced entry was
Sergeant Tutuola forcing in the door.
And the struggle?
In this mess?
ME should have more.
Fin says that he was chopped up in the bathtub.
I mean, this is a pre-war building.
Had to have been loud, no?
Neighbors didn't hear anything.
You know, we could punt it to Homicide.
In all honesty, I think they'd rather we take it.
Is that what you want?
If I said no, would you think less of me?
Okay. Well, motive seems clear.
As to why somebody would want
a person like Wayne Miller dead.
Just gotta find opportunity.
I mean, possible some newly grown-up vic paid him a visit,
or Miller touched the wrong dad's kid.
That's a bit of a leap. Don't you think?
How so?
Some pedos never escalate past photos.
Duly noted.
But, I mean, look around.
Lots of rage here. - Yeah. Lots of rage.
But what I see is--
depersonalization.
I mean, taken apart.
Rage killers?
They don't bring supplies.
So a paradox.
No wonder Homicide punted it to us.
Now what?
Introduce me to the ex-wife.
Her reaction'll tell us a lot.
His body was cut in pieces?
Who would do that?
Somebody who wanted to delete him
from this world.
Wanted to break him down to his constituent parts.
It wasn't me.
You came in here pleading for his arrest this morning,
didn't you?
So?
You know, some people,
they come to the cops with what I call a performative alibi.
And you think I'm trying to what?
Cover my tracks?
After--after reporting him in the first place?
- Are you? - No.
It's a good way to inject doubt.
I get squeamish at the sight of blood.
I could never cut a body up.
Could have hired someone.
I'm a substitute teacher in a public middle school.
I can't afford a car in this city, much less a hit man.
All right.
[low solemn music]
♪ ♪
Do you have any idea who hated Wayne,
who had a beef with him?
Other than our custody beef?
I wouldn't know; We spoke through a mediator.
He complain about any strange calls?
Did he owe anyone money?
There's obviously a lot Wayne was hiding from me.
When did you first find these images on his computer?
A few months back.
And you just came in today?
I'm due in a month,
and I didn't want the stress to affect my baby.
He promised he'd stop.
I believed him.
And you have no idea
who wanted him dead?
After how off track my radar's been,
I'm not sure of anything anymore.
TARU's still going through Wayne's computer.
Hundreds of kiddie porn images, but nothing we can trace.
All right. So he's a collector.
He probably ripped off the Internet?
TARU found a photo shoot he took with his phone.
- How many pics? - Half a dozen.
All the same girl.
This shoot is recent?
- Within the past few months. - Okay. Pull it up.
Unlike the others, these are kind of PG.
- Clear view of her face. - That's right.
Send these photos to NICK-MECK and Real Time Crime
for facial recognition.
- Copy. - Looks like these photos
were taken in the back seat of the same car.
Vinyl upholstery. That's vintage.
You know, I saw a old Plymouth Fury
in front of Miller's. I thought it might have been
the neighbors, but maybe not.
Is CSU still at the crime scene?
We're gonna meet 'em at the morgue,
take a closer look at the body.
All right, have the Plymouth towed to an NYPD garage.
Velasco and I could swing by there after the morgue.
No, Curry and I will look at the car.
You don't get carsick, do you?
- No. - All right.
Divide and conquer.
1959 Plymouth Fury.
She's a beauty.
And she's registered to Wayne Miller?
Clean chain of title and everything.
Okay.
Vinyl.
Color matches those back seat pics.
Perfectly.
They stopped putting fins on cars in the '60s.
What's your name?
Brandon. Chestnut.
You don't even look old enough to drive.
You have a look underneath yet, Chestnut?
I was about to.
"I was about to."
Okay.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ ♪
See anything?
Not yet.
♪ ♪
Bingo.
Curry? - Yeah.
It's some kind of tracker.
So Wayne was being tracked?
Or hunted.
TARU found out where that tracker was first activated--
a public park up in Kip's Bay.
That's about what, a minute from Wayne's apartment?
You manage to pull that Parks Department footage?
[keys clacking]
When was this recorded?
Yesterday, before we found Wayne's body.
Or at least the pieces of him.
Is that the girl in Wayne's photos?
Can we blow up this image?
That's not the girl from the photo.
Definitely not.
But whoever this is, she may be the last person
who saw Wayne alive,
so we need to find her.
Curry.
Okay. I'll let her know.
Let her know what?
Homicide.
911 call just came in from some guy's wife.
Found her husband's body parts on a plastic sheet.
Okay, did they say anything else?
Yeah.
That it's our problem now.
♪ ♪
Homicide didn't wanna wait for me?
Busy night.
All right. Who found the guy?
His wife.
Came home from a business trip
and smelled something funny.
Whoa.
Okay. [camera clicks]
She wasn't kiddin'.
Curry?
Come on.
Where is the wife now?
This is the same plastic sheet as our last vic.
[stove clicking]
Old school.
Who is this guy?
According to the wife...
Gary Turner, 60s.
Retired hedge fund guy.
- He have a record? - Lost half his clients
the second he was put on the sex registry.
- For what? - Sex abuse of a minor.
Okay, the Turners wouldn't happen to have a car--
Captain Benson.
Look at this.
Another tracker.
Great work, Captain Curry.
You know what this means, don't you?
I certainly do.
We're looking at a serial
who goes after child predators.
So you got a cause of death, Truman?
Blunt force trauma to the head.
Please tell me the dismemberment
happened postmortem.
Decomp alone put Turner dead over a week ago.
Well, the wife didn't do it, 'cause she was out of town.
And what about Wayne, the first vic?
From the core temp of his torso,
I'd say he was dead about 12 hours before you found him.
He had half-digested Chinese food in his stomach.
We're looking at the same killer.
Sick bastard.
Fetishizes postmortem punishment.
Played with the bodies.
Sounds like someone else I know.
- Very funny. - Okay, Truman.
Take us through this.
Severance at the neck,
both vics, and iliofemoral ligaments.
Killer cut through both the medial
and lateral collateral ligaments as well.
What kind of knife we talking about?
Left kerf marks.
So not a knife.
Striated, forward-cutting action--
some kind of saw blade.
You're looking for a 9-inch blade,
bimetal--maybe a jab saw.
It's not that easy to knock out a full grown man.
Much less cut through bone with a handsaw.
Killer must have some strength. [phone buzzes]
What's up, Liv?
All right, we're on our way.
Real Time Crime ID'd the girl from the photo shoot.
The one in the back of Wayne's Plymouth?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's him.
The photographer with the nice car.
He said he wanted me to model it for him.
Okay, well, that's very helpful, Nora.
Did this man touch my daughter?
No. Mom.
He just took photos.
So, Mrs. Boyd, let us handle the questions.
You gonna arrest this guy or what?
We can't. He's been murdered.
Well, life's the number one cause of death.
Mrs. Boyd, you don't seem very surprised
that Wayne Miller's been murdered.
I grew up in Hunts Point.
My brother was a corrections officer.
You don't think I can fill in the blanks
of the who and what this Wayne Miller guy was about?
What blanks, Mom?
Nora, maybe you can help us.
So we found another guy.
Another guy who likes to photograph cars?
No, sweetie.
Another man who's been murdered.
Well, I only met Wayne.
How'd you and Wayne meet?
An app.
My friend said there were guys on it willing to pay
for modeling jobs.
What app?
K-Dome. What do we know about it?
It started as a messaging app for ketamine delivery guys.
But it's grown into a Craigslist for bottom-feeders.
Nora and her friend seemed pretty well acquainted with it.
Yeah, the kids order their party drugs off of it.
So why are pedos using it?
Because these guys hide where they can.
Well, TARU just got back to us.
Wayne did have an account, and so did Gary Turner.
Did Nora have any crossover with Turner on this plug-in?
Denied even knowing him.
Look into it.
Starting to wonder if Wayne and Gary
had any other kind of overlap.
Well, TARU ought to be able to tell you that.
Something on your mind, Liv?
No.
There's nothing wrong with taking a walk
down memory lane.
It's got nothing to do with memories.
Then what?
Life's little question marks.
Right.
TARU found a third account Wayne and Gary had in common.
They were both chatting up some user named Previous Yam.
You trace an IP address?
Yeah.
We got a physical address in Mott Haven.
Owner on record is a James Brock.
Wife's deceased, has two daughters, Tori and Nina.
Well, let's vest up and pay him a visit.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Here we go.
[siren wails]
Okay, two of you around the back here.
Two of you this way.
♪ ♪
[pounds at door]
James Brock, NYPD!
- [laughs] - Hold on. Do you hear that?
[laughing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
Sounds like girls.
James Brock?
- Who the hell are you? - NYPD.
We're looking for James Brock.
That's our dad.
- Where is he? - He's at work.
- Captain. - Yeah.
What's your name, sweetie?
Nina.
Hey, Nina. And how old are you?
Don't answer that.
Whatever this is about,
you'll have to come back when our dad's home.
I'm sorry. We can't do that.
So you must be Tori.
Tori, I'm Captain Benson,
and we need to speak with you and your sister.
No, we don't have to do jack squat.
Fair enough.
But your sister's a minor,
so we'll have to get Child Protection involved.
- For what? - So somebody can watch her
while we search the premises.
Tori?
She's not going anywhere without me.
Okay, well, then you'll both have to come with us.
All right? Let's go.
Come on.
James Brock's younger daughter.
So Nina Brock. She's 13.
Really good kid. Straight-A student.
And her older sister?
Tori Brock. She's 21.
She got a GED at 16,
and she works maintenance at a building in Midtown.
They say their dad's on a job in Atlantic City
putting light ballasts in one of the new hotels.
So it's some kind of mechanical company.
We've been trying to reach the hotel job and no luck.
Well, can't you call his phone?
Cell phone goes right to voicemail.
Maybe he's on the run.
For the murders of Wayne Miller and Gary Turner?
Yeah, the thought did cross my mind.
Did we recover Brock's computer?
Younger daughter's laptop was the only device in the house.
We have her on camera with Wayne,
so hopefully Velasco and Curry will get something out of her.
Oh. Yeah, that guy was weird.
How did you run into him?
I was waiting for Tori.
She said she'd meet me there.
At the park?
We were gonna go to a movie a block away.
Hmm.
This guy was weird how?
He waved when he saw me.
But you didn't know him?
No.
I walked away and sat on a bench,
and he sat right next to me.
Mm.
Did he say anything to you?
He asked me about school.
Anything else?
He said he had condoms in his pocket.
It was gross.
Did you tell your sister he said that to you?
Yeah.
What did she say?
She said that a lot of guys are like that,
and that I showed good instincts
and I should always trust them.
Can't argue there.
Have you ever used an app called K-Dome?
What's that?
Did you ever run into this man?
No.
Can I go home now?
When was the last time you spoke to your dad?
I talked to him yesterday.
I had a question about a job.
How long has he been in Atlantic City?
It's a long contract.
Hotel job.
You know how hard it is to install upwards
of 2,500 fluorescent lights?
He left you in charge of the maintenance department
for that building here in Manhattan, right?
Yeah. I went to trade school.
But you're also in charge of your little sister, so that's--
that's gotta be tough, right?
Not at all.
She's a good kid.
And what's your dad like?
He's a hard worker.
How often does he come home from that job in Atlantic City?
Every other weekend or so.
So take us through what a--
a visit usually looks like.
We usually go out to Lento's Pizza,
order a pitcher of beer,
and he bitches about his bad back.
He's had three discs replaced last year.
Oh, so does he have trouble carrying things?
Sometimes.
Why?
Is he in some kind of trouble?
Has your dad ever mentioned
being worried about your little sister?
No. Why would he be worried?
Maybe you told him about Nina getting hit on
by that perv in the park?
Oh, he's got enough to worry about.
- Like what? - Oh, you know,
the usual--the job, taxes.
Nina ever talked to you about being on an app named K-Dome?
Never heard of it.
Well, it's a drug dealer's app.
She wouldn't know anything about that.
Maybe she has a new group of friends,
or maybe she got involved with the wrong group.
No. I know all her friends.
Maybe she saw your father on K-Dome.
Why would he be on an app for drug dealers?
Well, you just mentioned that he had a bad back, right?
So, what's our working theory here?
That James Brock went on K-Dome,
he's looking for a guy who approached his daughter
in a park with a pocket full of condoms?
That'd make a dad mad enough to kill.
Nina said Wayne was a stranger.
He didn't try to touch her.
She said she had no idea
why he was even talking to her.
New York's a short drive to Atlantic City.
That hotel job's a good alibi.
- I got something. - You found Brock?
No, his car. In an impound lot.
It was towed six weeks ago
from a dead-end street off the river.
Six weeks ago?
That's a long time to be without your car.
And your phone.
DOT found it in the trunk.
Well, who knows what we're gonna find in that river?
Finally tracked down the guy who pays Brock
for that hotel job.
- And? - Says it's all wrapped up.
Said he was happy to be headed home.
Something about his daughter needed him.
- Which one? - Tori.
Captain! Sergeant!
Over here. [dog barks]
It looks like it could be body parts.
You wanna hang back?
I'll be okay.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
We run Tori's cell records yet?
No. No reason.
There is one now.
There's nothing to prove.
I'll go get an electronic warrant.
- And call Carisi. - Okay.
Looks like it adds up to about half a guy.
Any idea if he's even the guy you're looking for?
There's a strong probability.
[dark music]
- Cause of death? - Blunt force trauma.
Disarticulation postmortem.
- Like Wayne and Gary. - Okay.
And we know that this is James Brock how?
DNA match to a sample recovered
from a hairbrush at the Brock residence.
This is the same killer?
There were some inconsistencies.
Dismemberment was not as methodical.
So maybe our killer's first time?
Might explain the hesitation marks.
Well, either that, or they actually knew each other.
How long has this body been in the water?
Decomp is usually decelerated by cold water,
but I found a fair amount of limpets in the bags.
Limpets?
Chitinous gastropods with grinding radula.
Ate the flesh.
Along with some microorganisms,
so I'd say at least six weeks.
[eerie music]
- Thank you, Doctor. - Let's go.
♪ ♪
I didn't do anything.
You still have to come with us, Tori.
What about my little sister?
I have to pick her up after school.
We'll handle that.
Yo, I got something.
Is this yours? - Yeah. So?
Send it to TARU.
Have 'em search it for the K-Dome app.
We found his body, Tori.
Nina had nothing to do with any of it.
I can explain.
You know what I want you to explain to me?
Why now?
What happened six weeks ago?
I want a lawyer.
♪ ♪
She make any admission at the arrest?
No. She toughed it out.
Waited on her lawyer.
But we recovered a bimetal jab saw at her workplace.
What about a phone?
Well, the calls from her father stopped
the day he went into the river.
No surprise there.
And messages on the K-Dome app
between her and Wayne and her and Gary.
Also stopped on the days of their deaths.
She catfished these guys.
She lured them in using her little sister.
Set up a meet, planted a tracker.
Probably just rang the doorbell in her handyman outfit.
Do we think that Nina is at all complicit in this?
It doesn't look like it.
Plus, it would violate Tori's primary self-concept
as Nina's protector.
That's our only hook.
Well, let's use it.
They look like nice men.
Oh, but you know that they weren't.
We know that you communicated with them, Tori,
on the K-Dome app.
All that proves is that those pedophiles
were catfishing her.
We have evidence.
A tool that we found in your client's place of work
was used to dismember at least two men.
- Yuck. - That building has a team
of handymen with access to that room.
You talk to any of them? - No, we didn't.
We typically don't like to waste our time.
You're saying that these were bad men, though?
Yeah, these were bad men.
So maybe they got what they deserved.
Oh, there's a vigilante lurking around the fringes
of this case, all right.
You think maybe my dad did it?
Did he have a violent streak?
♪ ♪
Did I--did I say something that upset you?
No.
Someone had a violent streak.
Someone in addition to your father.
How do you mean?
His body in the river?
Last time I saw him, he was sad.
This wasn't a suicide,
Tori, but I think that you know that.
[low tense music]
♪ ♪
I think
that you were protecting your sister.
You want to know what else I think?
I think that maybe your dad deserved to die too...
at least to whoever killed him.
♪ ♪
Yeah.
Yeah, he did.
Tori, stop talking.
All three of them deserved it.
Yeah.
[sniffles]
And I liked it.
[chuckles] Yeah.
[softly] I liked it.
So, Tori, can you...
help us understand how this all began?
My dad made me sleep in bed with him
the night my mom died.
I was eight.
He made me
sleep in bed with him every night after that.
I am...
so sorry.
It must have been horrible.
I would think of a vise around my head,
closing,
'cause, they're strong.
Made of metal.
And can crush things.
So you shut it out, the world.
You were never able to be a little girl.
So then what?
I got older.
Tori, when did it start with Nina?
She was eight.
[sniffles]
I was coming back from going to the bathroom,
and I saw his hand on her doorknob.
So I took him by the hand.
Took him back to bed.
To him and your mother's bed?
It was our bed now.
And you did that every night after that?
To protect Nina.
It was easier when he would work out of town.
Like the job in Atlantic City?
He said he was coming home.
[cries]
I couldn't--
I couldn't stomach it anymore.
Why did you kill Wayne and Gary?
[laughs sadly]
I wanted to make the world safe.
[somber music]
Tori, how many others were there?
That's it.
What are we talking about here?
This is a tragic story,
but your client still murdered three people.
I can talk to the DA, but, Tori,
you're going away for a long time.
What's gonna happen to Nina?
Now that there's no one to protect her?
♪ ♪
James Brock created a monster.
And then she killed him.
What is gonna happen to Nina?
Is she gonna go in the system?
You're afraid we're gonna create another monster?
She gets the wrong foster family?
I'm not letting that happen.
Tori's going to prison?
She is, but your sister is gonna get the help
that she needs.
They're gonna take care of her.
She's been lying to me about my dad?
Like we said, Nina, he's, um--
he's not coming home.
[cries]
Will I be able to visit her?
- Yeah. - Yeah, of course.
Will she be able to call me on the phone?
Yes.
What's gonna happen to me?
So about that,
I wanted to tell you something.
I found your grandmother.
- I don't have a grandmother. - Actually, you do.
Your mother's mother.
And I know that you didn't get to spend a lot of time with her
when you were younger,
but I talked to her and she misses you.
And she loves you so much.
What's her name?
Her name is Bonnie.
She lives in Texas.
Nina, she's gonna come here,
and she's gonna take care of you.
Would you like that?
♪ ♪
How you doing?
I'm good.
You're drinking boxed wine, so I know that's a lie.
Well, I'm gonna have a seltzer next.
I'll have a scotch.
What's with the article?
You know, I was just, um, remembering.
You're all over the place.
Didn't you tell me it wasn't about memories?
Just a little bit of life's little questions?
[sighs] Well, Fin, if you must know,
I was just thinking about...
Tori Brock.
Tori Brock is a lunatic
who gets sexually excited by dismemberment.
Well, I feel for her.
Your empathy has no bounds, Liv.
I see the terrified girl in her,
waiting for her father to come home...
Trying to guess which version of him she's gonna get--
the man
or the monster.
And trying to navigate--
I mean, living in a limbo like that,
trying to...
calculate...
the probability of doom.
Two separate situations,
but this is starting to make sense.
What is?
This isn't about Tori Brock or Maria Recinos.
This is all about you.
- It's about me? - Yeah.
This is something I never thought I would say out loud,
but you're scared.
- I'm not scared. - Yes, you are.
You're scared to the answer to your little question.
What became of her?
That girl you saved.
I mean, what if she's a jerk?
What if she doesn't remember it as such a big deal as you did?
What if you and her have nothing to say to each other?
You've been running these probabilities
over and over in your head.
- You're not wrong. - [laughs]
You know there's another way to say that, right?
There is?
[both laugh]
It's close enough.
Okay, Fin.
You're right.
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[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[knocking at door]
Maria?
Um...
♪ ♪
Why don't you come inside?
I'd like that.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
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[wolf howls]