All language subtitles for Taken.2017.S02E05.Absalom.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

*

Sweetheart...

No, I'm about to head
to a dinner reception

for the Bahraini Ambassador.

I'll call you back.

Yes.
I love you too.

You see this?

What did I say about
leaving any marks?

*

- This is Serhan Dogan.

He's a former army major,

currently the military attaché
for the Turkish Embassy.

He's been with the delegation
for three years,

going back and forth
to Istanbul,

where his wife resides.

He's gone missing.

- Going on 14 hours.

- I thought
at least 24 had to pass

before someone's
considered missing.

- For most people,
but he's a foreign diplomat

who checks in regularly
with his security staff.

- And he didn't check in
last night?

- No, phone goes straight
to voicemail.

It's not even emitting
a signal.

- Maybe he turned it off.

Occasionally,
people like to throw off

their electronic yokes.

- Yeah, well, his Mercedes
was found abandoned

down by the Anacostia River.

- Yeah, that's not good.

- No,
and with the strained state

of U.S.-Turkish relations,

Director Casey isn't waiting
for an official investigation.

If he's been abducted,
we need to find out by whom

and what it is they want.

- It wasn't long ago that
the Turkish ruling party

crushed an attempted coup.

- And they've had incidents
with protesters

outside their embassy.

- Yeah...
well, that's an understatement.

I mean,
really more like a beat-down.

- It could be somebody's
looking for a little payback.

- Why don't you two
start with the Embassy?

And Kilroy,
see what you can dig up

on his digital footprint.

- Speaking of
electronic yokes...

- Yeah.
Well, let's get to work.

- Major Dogan never
fails to check in.

It goes against
the security protocols

he himself has implemented.

- When was the last time you
spoke with him, Mr. Kasim?

- Yesterday afternoon: he left
to run some personal errands.

- No.

- Does Mr. Dogan
have any enemies?

- Well, of course.
Anyone in his position would.

- Well, sure, but any--
any that can mean him harm?

There was an incident

with the locals from
a Turkish community.

- No, agitators...

merely looking to generate
negative press.

Major Dogan did
what he had to do

to safeguard
the visiting dignitaries.

- Our security forces
dispersed an unruly mob

outside our gates.

Following the incident,
their leader, Beren Hasan,

threatened that
the Major's days

in the Embassy were numbered.
- Right.

- Any idea where we can
find this Hasan?

- Mm-hmm, please.

[light Middle Eastern music
playing]

- We'd like to sit
at Mr. Hasan's table.

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- I'm sorry,
Mr. Hasan isn't here.

Maybe he's in the back.

Snuck in when
you weren't looking.

- I'll check.

Wait here, please.

- Nice girl, not much of
a poker face, though.

- Oh, so if it's poker
we're playing,

doesn't three of a kind
beat a pair?

- Yeah, pretty much.

- Hey, easy.
Easy, fellas.

We're just here looking
for some information

on a guy named Serhan Dogan.

- Wait.

*

- I am.

What is your interest in Dogan?

- He's missing.

*

- We heard you had
a run-in with him not long ago,

that you threatened him.

- Because he assaulted us.

He's missing, huh?

And you think I must have
something to do with it?

*

- I do not believe in violence.

What about them?

- They're okay with it.

*

So...

what do you know about Dogan?

- Well, I know he's not
the upstanding diplomat

he projects to the world.

- Meaning he has another side,
one he hides,

that likes to party,
indulge himself.

Gets rough with
young prostitutes.

- Young enough
to make him a hypocrite

to everything
he supposedly stands for,

and deserving whatever fate
has befallen him.

- Excuse me.

Yeah?

- So, it seems our boy, Dogan,
has been discharging

a little more than
just his duties lately.

- So it seems.
You have something?

- Yeah, I dug into his finances

and found out he's been
paying for a second cell,

uh, a Gordian phone.

- It's a--it's an
encrypted phone.

Guys with security
clearances use 'em,

or guys with something to hide,

namely from their
significant others.

- Can you get into it
if it's encrypted?

- Yeah, everything has
its vulnerabilities,

and, luckily, some, uh,
kid in New Zealand

found one in the Gordian OS

and posted it to
a hacker forum,

so thanks to Ulian Ackland,
I'm in Dogan's phone.

- Kilroy, can you get
a location on it?

- Yeah, dude,
I'm sending it to you now.

That's why I'm calling you.
- Thank you.

*

- According to Kilroy.

- All right.

*

*

- Dogan.

*

Looks like he was drugged
and then beaten to death.

- Hasan said
he liked to get rough.

Scumbag got what he wished for.

*

- Police!
Drop your weapons!

Down on the ground!
Now!

*

*

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

*

- Detective Lyons, NSID.

Mind telling me what you're
doing at the scene of a murder?

- My people were working
in conjunction with

the Turkish Embassy
to locate Mr. Dogan.

FBI

- Joint Terrorism Task Force.

When a foreign diplomat
like Mr. Dogan

disappears on American soil,

we have to consider
all the possibilities.

- That's above my pay grade.

So, we got an anonymous tip

that there was a body
in an abandoned building.

How'd you guys beat us to it?

- Because we traced his phone
to this location.

- Any idea what he was doing
down here?

- No, but we were told he likes
to frequent prostitutes.

- Figures.

This place is a hotbed
for sex trafficking:

gangs, drugs.

- Well, a lot of that demand
comes from the Beltway.

- Oh, yeah.

Constant supply of hotshots
wanting to get their jollies.

And we can't touch 'em
because of diplomatic immunity?

Never ends.

I'm guessing Dogan was
probably rolled by a pimp,

lured down here
by some young girl.

- Yeah, but if he was robbed,

why was he still wearing
his watch and his wedding ring?

And why was he brought here?

- Somebody wanted to get
information out of him.

Beating he took was brutal.

Looked personal.

- Thanks for your insight.

You found your Dogan then, huh?

This is now officially
a homicide investigation,

so if it's all the same to you,
we'll take it from here.

- Of course, Detective Lyons.
We'll leave you to it.

*

Didn't you guys
just find a body?

- We've been excused.
Police business now.

- Not quite.

Director is worried
Dogan's murder

will enflame tensions between
Turkey's ruling class

and opposition groups
like Hasan's,

who they'll assume are
responsible for his death.

Could lead to more violence,
both here and in Turkey.

- Well, Hasan did say
Dogan deserved it.

- Yeah, but it doesn't mean
he killed him.

- Either way,
we need to find out who did.

I have a thought on that.

Well, don't look so surprised.

All right, uh, I-I, uh,
got into Dogan's phone.

I did a little digging around.

Turned up a bunch
of text messages,

one of 'em from some guy
calling himself CT69.

There's a reference
to "new merch."

There's a link to an escort
service on the dark web.

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Some of these girls barely
look old enough to vote.

- Yeah, well, that's the point.
Most of them are kids.

Likely trafficked here for sex.
Who sent this?

- I don't know.
They used an email-to-text app

to mask their identity,

but I--I'm assuming
it's the pimp.

According to this text,
it was probably the blonde

and the pimp who rolled Dogan.

- Or if not,
maybe they know who did.

- We need to get to them.

- Fastest way to a pimp
is through his wallet, right?

- Making a date.

- Good work.

- All of these girls
have the same tattoo.

- Those aren't tattoos.
They're brands.

*

- Busy day.
- Yeah.

*

- You all right...

with this case?

- It's not gonna be a problem.

- That's not why I was asking.

*

- I know.

*

- I got a bite.

*

"He would like to know
what I'm into." Hmm.

- Say...

blonde, white.

*

Younger the better.

I'm gonna need
a shower after this.

*

"I have what you want.

When?
Where?"

*

"9:00, Vista Motel..."
Classy guy.

"Room one.
$1,000 cash."

- Good work.

- I just need a john now.

*

Serious?
- You have the right look.

The I

- No, the I'm-not-
law-enforcement look.

*

- Yeah, okay.

Um, no, good.
Never better.

- I'm rela--
why don't you relax, okay?

You're not the one who's
gonna get shived out here.

- No one is gonna get shived.
Just sit down.

What, you want me
to sit down over there?

You realize how many layers
of filth exist in that--

- I don't think about it.
- You should think about it.

Here, let me--let me--
- Please don't do that.

That's not a good idea.
Kilroy...

- Oh, for the love of God.

Now I regret doing that.

- I told you not to bring
that stupid thing.

We're standing in a biohazard.

- Car coming.
It could be our girl.

*

- Okay.
Here we go.

- It's not what I signed up for
when I took this gig.

- Just relax and be cool.
- You--okay.

You--you relax, you be cool.
All right, I'm cool.

*

Hi.

- Hey there.
- Come on in.

*

Um...

nice to meet you.

*

- Oh!
Right, yes, sure.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I have--sorry.

Oh, hey, hey, what are you--
Santana.

What are you--
what are you doing?

- Hey, hey, hey.

Easy.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

- I didn't do anything.
We were just talking.

- Relax.
We're not the cops.

- Just to talk.

*

Okay?

What's your name?

- Lucia.

*

- Her name is Ava.

- Do you know
where we can find her?

- No.
She hasn't been around.

That's why he sent me.

- Cesar.

- No.
A driver.

- Cesar, he's who
you and Ava work for?

*

All right.

*

Is that Cesar's tattoo?

- All of Cesar's girls
have them.

I need to check in with him,
or I get in trouble.

- How about we take you
to him instead?

- I don't know.

*

- We just wanna talk with him.
Promise.

*

- This is the place.

- I'll check it out.

You stay here with her.

*

*

I don't think Cesar's gonna be
branding anymore girls.

- He's dead.

*

Since when does a pimp
not have his phone?

Out back.
He's running.

- Stay put.
It'll be all right, okay?

*

*

- In the alley,
headed to the street!

- Hey!

- No!

- They just disappeared.

*

- And they weren't
the only one.

*

Damn it.

- Pimp's name is Cesar Torres.

Belonged to a gang called
the East Heights Mob.

Uh, known for sex trafficking,

mainly girls from
South America,

but it could be from anywhere.

- Well, at least
Lucia got away.

- Or went back to the gang,
out of fear.

- Cesar carved out
a real niche for himself,

catering to dudes like Dogan,

you know, rich guys with,
uh, particular tastes,

if you can call them that.

- Yeah, basically,
or looking like it,

and charging a premium.

- Okay, so now
we have two victims?

The only victims are
girls like Ava and Lucia,

trapped and branded
by low-life pimps

to be sold to entitled,
protected scumbags like Dogan.

They're not victims,

they're criminals,

and if you ask me,
they got what they deserved.

- Straight up.

- That may be,

but our job here
is to find Dogan's killer...

okay?

So we need to stay focused.

- I noticed
his phone was missing.

You know,
it could be the killer

looking for their next target.

- Let's try searching for
unsolved murders

that might match the pattern.

It might help us
anticipate their next move.

- Maybe Cesar saw the killer
when he brought Ava to Dogan.

*

He could've been a witness.
- That would make Ava one too.

- We need to keep
looking for her.

- I've got a place in mind.

*

- So, what's your
connection here?

- Theresa.
So nice to see you again.

Been a while.

- I know.
Work's kept me pretty busy.

- I'm sure.

Well, we appreciate
any time you can give us.

- Uh, Diane,
this is my colleague, Bryan.

- Pleasure.

- It is.

In fact, Theresa was just
telling me all about it.

- Well,
why don't I just show you?

*

We help women out of
bad situations,

ones they often can't
get out of on their own.

- Domestic abuse,
sexual assault,

human trafficking,
among other things.

Women who too frequently
are invisible

to the rest of society.

We provide counseling,
rehabilitation,

pro bono legal referrals,
job placements,

but mostly,
we offer a safe space

where these women can begin
to rebuild their lives.

*

- That's really impressive.

- It's because of
volunteers like Theresa.

*

- Um, actually, today,
we're here looking for someone.

I was wondering
if you've seen this girl.

Her name is Ava.

- Yeah, she's been here.

I don't know her well,
but I know someone who does.

- Her name is Ava Conrad.
Why?

Has something happened to her?

- Not that we know of.

We just want to speak with her.

- Oh, I haven't
seen Ava in weeks.

- For almost a year.

When I met her,
she had just hit rock bottom.

She had escaped
an abusive boyfriend,

who got her hooked on drugs

and forced her
into prostitution.

- Good.

I mean, there were
anger and trust issues,

but with time and help,
she was turning it around.

She got clean.

She got a job,
got an apartment.

She even reached out
to her father,

who was desperate
to hear from her.

Is he in town?

- I don't know.

- You said
you haven't seen her.

What
- She slipped.

Got arrested buying drugs.

Lost her job.

That's when she stopped
coming here.

- You, uh--you mentioned
she had an apartment.

You don't happen to have
the address, do you?

- Sure.

Truth is...

getting our women
out of trouble

is only half the battle.

For many, it's the road back
that's the hardest part.

*

If you find her,

please tell her
we're here for her.

- We will.

Meg, thank you so much
for your time.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

*

- It may be just me, but I feel
this case has struck a nerve.

Is there something
you wanna talk about?

- Honestly,
I just wanna find Ava

and wrap this thing up, okay?

*

- She's two months behind.

I tried serving
an eviction notice,

and she's never here.

Like I need another
deadbeat to deal with.

- Here...

this should buy her
another couple weeks.

- And us a little privacy.

- It's your dime.

*

- Looks like
she left in a hurry.

- And hasn't been back.

*

- She didn't pack anything.

- She probably
didn't have a chance.

*

Most traffic girls
are kept under lock and key.

Cesar would've taken her
somewhere else.

*

- Hold it.

Hands where I can see 'em.

You boys wanna tell me
what you're doing here?

*

*

*

*

I recognized that guy.

They were from the Embassy.

- I don't know.

But one thing's for sure:

We better find Ava
before they do.

- You're sure they were
from the Embassy?

- Positive.

- Somehow they'd found out
about Ava.

- Maybe they knew about Dogan's
extra-curricular activities.

- Then that would mean they'd
know about Cesar and Ava.

- Well, their ruling party
has already survived a coup

and faced condemnation
for cracking down on

dissenters like Hasan.

The last thing they need
hitting the news cycle

is that their diplomat
is in the habit of

buying young trafficked girls.

- If Hasan knew about
Dogan and the girls,

maybe he saw this as a chance
to expose or eliminate 'em,

cause a scandal
for the ruling party.

- The Embassy is trying
to clean it up.

They're trying to erase
that part of Dogan's life.

- Yeah, it's a cover-up.

They wanna make sure
Ava disappears.

- Well, we need
to get to her first.

We have no idea
where she could be.

- I might.

Nah, I'm good.

- I mean
I don't need you to come.

- I said I'm good.

*

- Just leave her be.

*

- Nice night.

*

- You scared me.
- Sorry.

*

- Maybe.

Actually, I'm hoping
that you can help Ava.

I told you,
I-I haven't seen her.

- I know,
but Ava's in a lot of danger,

and she probably
doesn't know that.

- I just--I don't know
why you're telling me this.

- Because I remember that you
found her at her lowest point,

when she had no one,

and it's not a stretch to think

that she might wanna find
that safe space again.

- Well, if she does,
I will let you know.

- Yeah,
I noticed that you bought

some hair dye at the drugstore.

It's not really
your shade, though.

*

I can help her, Meg.

*

- Someone who wants to help.

- I advised the Director about

the security agents
at the Embassy.

He said not to confront them.

He doesn't wanna risk
this becoming

an international incident.

Any word from Santana?
- No, not yet.

- Look, I don't know
what's going on with her,

or why she's shutting me out.

- This has nothing
to do with you.

- Well, what does it
have to do with?

You know what, fine,

but I don't know how you expect
this team to function

if we can't even
talk to each other.

- Mills...

- Has she ever talked to you
about her time in the army?

Or about how she and I met?

- No.

- I was with him
that night at the motel.

*

- Is Dogan the one
who did that to you?

*

And did you do
anything to him?

- No.

I got dressed, and I left.

I was with
another date yesterday

when I heard he got killed.

I panicked, and I ran.

- I don't know
what happened to him.

- Okay.

Ava...we need to
go to the police

and tell them
what you just told me.

- Yeah.

- They can't do
anything for me.

- Because Cesar used to brag
that he would make us disappear

if we ever tried to leave,

because he and his guys
are protected by a cop.

- Yeah, that's how I met Cesar.

He took me to him
after I got out of jail.

- This cop,
you remember his name?

*

- Once,
I heard Cesar call him...

Lyons.

As in Detective Lyons?

*

Okay, listen, Ava...

you are in very real danger,

and I need you to come with me.

*

- Santana was working
in Iraq with JASOC,

providing arms for
counter-insurgency forces,

as part of a CIA program.

But then,
NSC imposed a cease-fire.

We stopped distributing
the weapons,

and the insurgents returned.

- Yeah, I remember.

They recaptured
many of the villagers.

- Yeah, they executed
the men and the boys,

and they raped
and kidnapped the girls

to sell into the sex trade.

Santana came across
one such group:

captured Yazidi girls.

Some of them
were just children.

*

Santana decided she had
to do something about it,

so...

she cut a deal
with the insurgents.

*

- Arms for the girls.

- Mm-hmm.

It didn't take JASOC long

to figure out
what she had done.

When I heard about it,
she was facing a court-martial.

*

Women have always
had to deal with

rampant harassment, sexism,

and Santana was no different.

I mean, her superiors
saw her actions as

reckless, emotional,

and without merit.

I didn't.

- Called in a few favors.

Instead of a court-martial,
she got a letter of reprimand

and an Other-Than-
Honorable discharge,

but still,
it cost her her career.

*

- Almost her freedom.

- And I have no doubt
she would do it all over again.

*

- It's--it's okay.
I got you.

*

Everyone, this is Ava.

*

- I just knew where to look.

She admits that she was
at the motel with Dogan

the night that he was
murdered, but...

she says she had nothing to do
with it, and I believe her.

- No.

I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

- Back to square one.

- Or maybe not.
Check this out, come here.

Five years ago,
there was a sex trafficker.

He was holding three girls
in his apartment,

when the police caught him.

- He walked on a technicality.

- Yeah, but he didn't get far.

About three months later,
he was found in a vacant lot,

beaten, drugged,
and, uh, castrated.

Case is still cold.

- Who were the women
he held captive, does it say?

- Two women from South America,

one women from Virginia
named...Megan Chandler.

Meg?

- From the shelter.

*

- She's not only counseling
trafficking survivors.

She is one.

- Meg was looking for Ava.

She could've found her,
followed her to the motel,

saw her with Dogan...
getting rough.

- And attacked him
after she left.

- From me.

When I ran to her place,

I told her that Cesar would be
angry and looking for me.

I told her about his shop.

- So, other than
a PR nightmare,

this has nothing to do
with the Embassy.

This is about a vigilante.

- And a dirty cop.

Detective Lyons.

Are you sure?

- Ava said that Cesar
was working for him,

and now Meg knows that too.

We need to stop her.

*

- I don't think so, bitch.

- Ava, can you tell us
where you and the other girls

were being held
when you weren't working?

- I'm not sure.

Cesar always took
different ways to get there.

- You remember
what type of place?

Uh, an apartment, hotel?

- A warehouse.

You think you'd know it
if you saw it?

- I don't think
I could forget it.

- All right, let's take a look.

- No, she's already gone.

- Clozapine.

- That's an antipsychotic.

- She's been crushing
the pills.

- That makes them ejectable.

- That's how
she's drugging them.

- No, she probably
has it on her,

along with a dose for Lyons.

- Has Ava managed to give you
a location yet?

- We're working on it.

*

- No.

Uh, do--do you remember
anything in particular

you might have heard
or remember hearing?

- Just traffic.

Like, um, start

- Steady.

- All right,
maybe near a freeway.

*

- Wait.
Go back.

*

That building with
the pointed roof,

I see it every time
they take us back.

- Yeah.

- Okay, there's an industrial
park near the Capital Beltway.

It's near Hillcrest Heights.
Look for the tower.

- We'll find it.
- Let's go.

*

*

[indistinct sportscaster
on TV]

*

- Got a little present for ya.

- She's the one
that killed the Turk

and your boy, Cesar.

I think she had
the same thing in mind for me.

*

Don't leave a trace.

- No problem.

No!

*

*

- I got this!
Go find Meg!

*

Don't you hate that?

*

*

*

Really?

*

*

*

*

Are you all right?

- She's gonna finish it.

- What I came here to do.

*

- Stop right there!

Oh, please do it.

*

- Oh, good, it's you.

Looks like we were both right
about this place.

- You mean about
you running it?

*

Well, that's some
decent detective work.

But the last I checked,
you're no cop,

so you can't arrest me.

- No...but I have no intention
of arresting you.

*

- Santana.

You got him.

Good job.

- They're safe.

- Good, that leaves just
one last thing to take care of.

- No, you gotta stop her...now!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
the only one

that needs to be stopped
out here is you.

I know about Iraq...

and the girls you saved.

Wow.

You must not have
the whole story.

I didn't save anyone, Mills.

Those girls

that I turned over
to the Iraqi police,

one week later,
those same police

sold them back
to their captors,

so what I did made
no difference at all.

And he's the same.

Just a different uniform.

As long as there are men

willing to buy
women and children,

there will be men
trying to sell them.

It never changes.

Meg saw that too,

so she decided
to break the cycle

by getting rid of
men like Dogan...and you.

- You can't kill a cop.
- You stopped being a cop

the moment you went into
business with Cesar.

- Yeah,
but he's still got that badge,

and I'm not gonna let him
use it to get out of this.

- You gotta know,
whatever you choose to do,

I got your back.
But executing him...

that ain't gonna change
anything out here.

It's just gonna change you.

- Then what would
you suggest I do?

- Same as Dogan and Cesar:

punishment that fits the crime.

*

You there?
- I'm always here.

- You find what
we're looking for?

- And then some.

Lyons made dozens of
cash deposits under the IRS,

reporting him out of,
uh, 10 grand.

Transferred it all
to an account

in the Cayman Islands,

that and a 34-foot boat
in the Keys.

Good luck explaining
that one, pal.

- We found the money.

That and the testimony
of the girls

and any gang members
who wanna cut a deal

will be enough to put him away.

A former cop,

he's gonna be wishing every day
you had killed him.

- Maybe not.

*

But I kill you,

and you're just another victim,

and I would rather expose you
for what you really are.

*

*

- For what it's worth,

you did the right thing
for those girls in Iraq.

- Yeah, well...the right thing
doesn't always win the day.

- It did today.

*

For a second there, I thought
you might actually kill him.

*

- Ms. Hart.

Thank you for waiting.
- Not at all.

- The Ambassador would like
to extend his gratitude

to you and your people

for your diligent investigation

regarding the circumstances
of Mr. Dogan's murder.

- Mm, and what are those
circumstances officially?

- The police concluded
he was killed

as a result of a robbery
attempt gone horribly wrong.

- As opposed to
being involved in

a sordid sex trafficking ring?

You all knew very well

what he was up to, didn't you?

And you chose to ignore it.

- Ms. Hart,
I'm sure you can appreciate

the delicate hand this
situation has required us to--

- Oh, I do, I do.

Though your security forces
were anything but delicate

when they shot at my team,

while in pursuit of
an innocent girl.

- Yes, that was
an unfortunate misunderstanding

that we deeply regret.

- Let me be perfectly clear,
Mr. Kasim.

If there are anymore
misunderstandings

involving your security forces
while on U.S. soil,

rest assured, the full details

of Major Dogan's
illegal activities

and your knowledge of them

will be released to the press,
diplomacy be damned.

Do we understand each other?

Give my best to the Ambassador.

*

- I can't believe
the police are saying

that Dogan was killed
by a mugger.

- Yeah, after a little pressure
from the State Department.

- That's unbelievable.

- People wonder why things
in this town don't change.

- You're right, it's actually
totally believable.

- Does that mean Meg won't be
charged with Dogan's murder?

- Yes, but she will be
charged with Cesar's,

will likely serve out
any sentence she receives

in the psychiatric ward.

- He's facing multiple charges
of sex trafficking,

kidnapping, attempted murder.

We'll put him away
for the rest of his life.

*

- Well, I'm gonna go, uh,

try and do something
a little more uplifting.

There's a "Texas Chain Saw
Massacre" marathon

down at the Bijou.

Cheer me up.

- I gotta...be somewhere
as well, so...

*

You wanna join?

*

- Uh, sure.

*

*

- * Pick it up

* Pick it up

* And start again

*

* You've got a second chance

* You could go home

* Escape it all

* It's just irrelevant

*

* It's just medicine

*

* It's just medicine

* When I met you

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

* You

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