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Right?
Malloy.
Malloy!
Malloy.
Malloy!
I see you, Malloy.
But you still don't see me.
F*** you!
We've got to do something!
Why?
Malloy's already dead.
- Who was he?
- Who?
Your stand-in.
oh, you mean the real Mr. Slater
I tracked up here.
Last I saw, he was detoxing
at the bottom of a frozen lake.
I didn't think you'd mind
me borrowing his name and his badge.
From there, it was easy.
I just came here and blended in.
You're real good at blending in,
aren't ya, scumbag?
Is that how you found out about this
place? Just blending in at the cop bar?
That doesn't matter now.
What matters is I got to you
before you got to me.
People will ask if I was insane.
Just the opposite. An insane man
could not have accomplished this.
All these deaths, including Mary's,
weren't irrational.
They were to prove a point.
You cannot control
what nature intended, Malloy.
We 're born to perform a duty,
which I've done.
And so you finally see me.
Now what?
You know, you never feel more alive than
when you're watching someone else die.
Like when I stared at poor Mary.
But once again, Malloy,
you're too late.
Now I imagine
you are staring at poor Noah.
Malloy!
Malloy!
- Malloy!
- D'j' vu, huh, Malloy?
How many second chances
do you get in life?
You think you're strong enough
to stop me?
Run, Jenny! Run!
You're too young to die.
Run, Jenny! Run!
Run!
I'll cut her f***ing heart out.
Jenny... I like your eyes.
Let me see your eyes.
Did I mention I hear voices?
Right now I hear Malloy...
pleading for his precious Mary.
You stay here!
I'm gonna follow these tracks.
Make me work for it.
Do you see me?
Cos I see you.
Stay... here.
Freeze! Drop the weapon!
On your knees.
Hands behind your head.
Lock your fingers. It's your turn now.
It's time to die.
Now, look at me.
Slater!
She... called out your... name...
just before I... drained the life... from her.
I see you.
You see... this.
You OK?
How was the fishin'?
Icy.
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