The mind-bending finale in our Return to Sender-Marathon. The last episode of Address Unknown... ever. John: The poet Pool, in his poem “Somebody's been wearing my face again” wrote “In this hall of mirrors/Built by liars, I am a pale reflection of myself.” I had escaped from the Pink Bird Mental Institute. I was lost in Noir York City. I couldn't find my way back home. John Mirra had made me a killer. [Phone rings] John: I had become him, John Mirra, maybe I had always been him. [He picks up the phone] John Mirra: John Mirra? John: Yes. This is he. John Mirra: This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level. John: [Gasping, frightened] Ahh..! ahh ah!!
The mind-bending finale in our Return to Sender-Marathon. The last episode of Address Unknown... ever.
John: The poet Pool, in his poem “Somebody's been wearing my face again” wrote “In this hall of mirrors/Built by liars, I am a pale reflection of myself.” I had escaped from the Pink Bird Mental Institute. I was lost in Noir York City. I couldn't find my way back home. John Mirra had made me a killer. [Phone rings] John: I had become him, John Mirra, maybe I had always been him. [He picks up the phone] John Mirra: John Mirra? John: Yes. This is he. John Mirra: This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level. John: [Gasping, frightened] Ahh..! ahh ah!!
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