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(inspirational fanfare)

- Previously on Revival.

(quiet tense score)

- So, what's your story, Dead Girl?

- AARON: A ring? - EM: Your ring.

I woke up and I threw this up.

- That's not mine.

- This is May Tao following up on the strange occurrences

that shook the citizens of Wausau last night.

- Can I call you sometime? - DANA: Okay.

- Did you hear it? There's something out there.

- MAYOR: You happy now, Wayne?

Locking up the people you're supposed to protect.

- Oh, what you looking up the Check Brothers for?

- ANTHONY: I'll take the deal. - Tell me my family's safe.

(gunshot) - Who's ready for a holy war?

- Everyone was really sad when you died.

- What do all of these mean? - I don't know.

- DANA: I want to find out what happened to you.

And I can.

(quiet tense score)

(eerie loud score)

(faint footsteps)

(score abates)

- Aaron? (clattering)

That you?

(papers crinkling)

(phone clicks)

( clattering continues in background )

(rasping, quiet thud)

(score intensifies)

(choir vocalizes dramatically)

(eerie loud score) (woman gasps sharply)

(score abates) (chair clattering)

(chair squeaking) (loud bang)

(lock disengages) (handle mechanism clangs)

(door thuds)

(choir vocalizes dramatically)

( dramatic urgent score)

(score abates)

(ethereal haunting theme)

(whoosh)

(theme fades out) (distant crow cawing)

(tense score)

(dramatic boom, rumble)

(birds twittering)

(score fades out)

(image disk viewer clicks)

(sparse percussive score)

- You know, maybe let's just go.

- What if those brothers or the guy you saw on the bridge

come after you again? We could use your sister's help.

- Who's Lip Ring?

- Dana, I have to tell you something.

(zipper scratches)

- All right.

Em, why didn't you tell me

you were sleeping with your professor?

- Yeah- (scoffs)

Because I wasn't. Where-where...?

- Look what Nella found.

- You went through my phone. - Yeah.

I'm a detective. I was detecting.

- I thought you were trying to find out who murdered me.

Not completely violate my privacy.

- Em, you know the main suspect is always the ex.

- He wasn't my ex! He was just a fling.

- None of my business. You do you, babe.

- Since when do you have flings? Is he a fling?

- No, I'm Rhodey.

- Rhodey? (sucks teeth)

Uh-uh.

- I remember something.

There was somebody on the bridge that night.

He spoke to me.

- Can you remember who? Can you, can you describe him?

- He was the same guy on the news,

the same guy who torched Arlene.

- Blaine Abel?

You're telling me Blaine Abel

was on the bridge the night that you died?

Okay, well, that's where I'm headed.

- That's where I'm going, too!

- No!

It's too dangerous.

- I can't just sit here and do nothing.

- Em, one of us is a police officer

and one of us is 20. Okay?

Cooper'll be home from school in a few hours.

Just stay here.

It'll make him so happy to see you.

Don't fling my sister.

- Cool. Does that mean I get to hang out with your nephew?

- No. (car starts outside)

We're following her.

(dramatic eerie score)

(score abates)

I, uh, need to speak to Mr. Abel.

- Yeah, well, this is private property

so you better run off and get a warrant.

(snorts like a pig)

- That's cute. It's a real good repartee you got going.

- What's repartee?

- A smart or wise comment, which is why you don't know it.

- What the hell are you doing here?

I told you to stay put.

- You can't tell me what to do, Dad.

(tense score) (fence rattling)

- It's okay, gentlemen. Guns down.

There's nothing to fear from the law.

The Lord will judge her, as all mankind.

If he deems her unworthy, then he will smite her down.

- Sounds painful.

Where were you on the night of December 18th?

- We all know where we were on December 18th.

- I saw you on the bridge by Bull Falls that night.

- I was called to tow a vehicle off

Lester Majak's property.

A car had been left in the woods near the falls.

- So why were you on the bridge? - Hey, hey, jeez. Quiet.

Why were you on the bridge?

- I was looking for the vehicle.

- So you responded to a call, you drove to Bull Falls,

got out of your truck and...

you went on foot to look for the vehicle?

- That is what I said.

- What did you do to me? - DANA: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

(tense score continues)

Do you remember seeing her on the bridge that night?

- Yeah. No, I saw her.

- Well, did you find it weird to see someone like this

on the bridge that night, in the dark, in the cold?

- No, I didn't because she was high. Right?

I could see it in those eyes.

- And then what happened?

- I left.

I found the car around the bend,

I hitched it up and took it back to the garage.

- Which lot? - Alonzo's, on 12th.

- What time did you bring it back to Alonzo's?

- Whoo. (laughs)

- Did you see or speak to her again?

- No. There was something like an explosion.

You saw it.

- What are you talking about?

- The light!

Happened deep in the woods.

Lit up the night sky in a flash.

You were right there. You must have seen it.

- All right. - Personal space, man.

- Okay. Thank you, Mr. Abel. That'll be all.

(score abates)

(makes meek fearful sound)

(laughs) (tense score resumes)

- You run along, little lamb.

The end of days are near.

No, no, no, no. Not now.

Soon,

but not now.

(rifles rattling)

- DANA: Do you know what he was talking about?

Some light?

- No, I don't.

I don't remember anything like that.

What's the next step? Do we get a warrant?

- Are you kidding? No! There's no we.

- He knows something! Come on, you don't really believe

that tow truck excuse, do you? He was there!

- Em, if Blaine had something to do with what happened to you,

then there are steps to this

and I, and I can't mess this up.

Do you understand? I need to do this right.

I need to make sure I can put him away for good.

- I get it.

And I trust you. You'll get him.

I know it.

- Guy's spooky.

(deep inhale, exhale)

with the county office.

Non-registry will result in severe penalties,

including incarceration. (stamper clicks)

Please be aware that the sheriff's office may come

to your home or place of business

to ensure cooperation.

If you suspect someone of being a reviver,

please alert the authorities immediately.

I have to let Dana do this (score fades out)

and do it right.

When she first became a cop she was on the Blackdeer case.

- The guy that killed his daughter?

(sharp knocking at door)

- Jesus! Dana!

You knock just like...

(door rattles; hinges creak)

Dad?

- What are you doing here?

- What am I doing here? I'm with my friend. What are-

What are you doing here?

- I'm alerting all registered revivers

about the new mandate.

You're dating one of them?

- His name's Rhodey.

- Oh. I'm going to need to see your ID.

- What? Why? - Because all revivers

need to have their IDs stamped.

I'm not going to ask you a second time.

Uh...

(smack, Velcro ripping)

(stamper clicks)

- Since when do revivers need to carry this around?

- Governor's orders. (quiet tense score)

- Hm.

- WAYNE: Are you going to be at your appointment tomorrow?

- What appointment?

- This is why you need to stop ignoring my phone calls.

I left you a voicemail, too.

- Okay, I'm sorry, Dad,

but why do I have to go to an appointment?

- Because, Martha, you broke that woman's nose at Nella's.

You're damn lucky that she didn't seriously injure you.

- Yeah, but she didn't.

- Yeah, but she did charge you with assault. Okay?

You're lucky your father's the sheriff

and I do have some influence.

Had your punishment reduced; 20 hours of anger management

and the first session is tomorrow at 9:30,

so do not be late.

(scoffs)

Light a candle, dude.

Bro. - Your family is intense.

(door rattles sharply) (door hinges creak)

I kind of think Sheriff Dad could use some of that

anger management therapy himself.

(score fades out)

(Em inhales sharply, deeply)

( door thuds open, slams closed )

? Oh, baby, I'll never let you go ?

- Marshmallow? ? Oh, baby ?

(crinkling)

(girl laughs) (Cooper chuckles)

Flip. ? Only me ?

(static on radio)

(song cuts in, out)

(creepy score)

(wind rustling)

(distant eerie howling) - (whisper) Did you hear that?

(muffled footsteps)

(creepy score intensifies)

(footstep)

(rumbling) (chittering)

(static on radio) ? ...me, baby, I love you ?

- What was that?

- I don't know.

- IBRAHIM: Thanks for letting me stop by on short notice.

- DANA: No problem. How's the coffee?

(coffeemaker clatters) - Uh, it's good.

Thanks.

- So, what brings you by? (grunts)

- Uh, actually, I am, uh, running into a bit of a problem.

Um, I can't seem to get anywhere with your sheriff father

and, uh, I'm out of ideas,

so I was wondering if maybe you could-

- You're looking- You're looking for advice

from me on how to get along with Wayne Cypress?

- Well, you're his daughter. - Aw.

- Thought maybe you could- - Well, whatever it is,

you're better off talking to JP. He's the reasonable one.

- Well, unfortunately, it's the sheriff

who's got Governor Harris' ear and not JP, so, yeah.

And the CDC has its own jurisdiction,

but somehow I feel like I got, uh, red-taped into a corner.

- All right, well, listen, my dad's pretty simple.

I mean, he's not easy to deal with,

but he's simple.

He just wants to feel like he's being helpful.

Yeah.

- Helpful. (scoffs)

Treating revivers like second-class citizens

is helpful? Marking their IDs is helpful?

Threatening them with jail time is helpful?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I know, I know he's your father,

but I just, I feel like that's just a bit ridiculous.

- No, don't apologize. That was hot. (laughs)

I get it.

But in his mind that's being helpful.

I don't know what you're up against, but I've never once

successfully got Wayne Cypress to change his mind, so...

best of luck.

(door squeaks open) (Cooper giggles)

- God. (Dana sighs)

- Listen, just let me deal with the kids and I'll be right back.

- Yep. You gotta do your thing. - (whisper) Okay.

- He's a scientist who invented the anti-matter ray.

It would definitely work on the thing in the woods.

- DANA: All right, guys. I let you stay up late

in that tent. Time for bed.

Brush your teeth?

- Yes, Mom.

- Let me smell. (Cooper exhales loudly)

Very good.

Jordan, are you going to be comfortable?

Can I get you anything? - I'm okay.

I don't really sleep anymore. (tender score)

It freaked my parents out so I just pretend.

- Well, you don't have to pretend here.

And I'm sorry if anyone made you feel like

you can't be yourself.

- Well, what if they're right?

I feel like there's something missing in me.

- No.

There is nothing wrong with you.

You're special and you are so brave.

And if anyone doesn't think that you are perfect,

then that's their problem, not yours.

Right, Coop?

- Yeah.

- You, sir, do need to get some sleep.

(whispers) You have to make sure he gets some sleep!

- Yeah. - (lips smack) Thank you.

- Hey, um... (laughs awkwardly)

Can I, um, can I buy you dinner tomorrow?

(tender score)

(knocking on door) (score fades out)

- Uh, yeah, just give me a minute.

- I'll only be a minute.

- What- Diane.

Did Ken send you here?

- So only the mayor can speak to

the almighty sheriff of Wausau?

Ken doesn't know I'm here. - What is it, Di?

- I don't know how else to say this, so,

I'm a Reviver, Wayne.

- I'm so sorry.

(splutters) I didn't know.

How did it happen? When?

Oh my God. Diane, you didn't-?

- And now you know, so, um...

(tense score)

so maybe we can keep my registry off the books?

- (whisper) Oh, yeah, um...

I can't just pick and choose who-

- Will you help me or not?

- Look, I have an obligation to the town.

I have to keep everyone safe.

- Safe from me?

( Wayne inhales deeply through nose )

All I'm asking is for you to be a friend.

Just like I was to you when you lost Patty.

- (whisper) That's not fair, Diane.

- We stepped up for you, Wayne.

We looked after your girls and your house!

Don't act like Ken didn't look the other way during that time.

And we did it happily because you needed help.

I need help now, Wayne.

(sighs) (score intensifies)

Please.

- I'm sorry.

Oh my God.

- Hello, Martha. Come in.

ur?

Is there anything that you feel like discussing?

Honestly, Martha, I'm not about forcing a dialogue.

If you want to leave, I'll sign your court forms

and I won't stop you.

How do you think being a reviver

has impacted your emotions?

Aaron- Dr. Weimar- is my husband and he told me.

Your secret is safe with me.

He just wanted to help.

- (scoffs quietly) Does...

doctor-patient confidentiality cover...

this?

- It does.

I have other clients who are also revivers.

But Martha, I also think that you could use some help.

Perhaps your recent violent outburst

is tied to the fact that you

went through the greatest trauma anyone can experience.

You died.

Now do you remember what happened

the night of Revival Day?

- Bits and pieces. I was high. I was high a lot back then.

- People in pain self-medicate.

Were you self-medicating?

- I guess you could call it that.

I lost my mom.

(tender score)

And it was an awful accident and it might have...

been my fault and I-I got hurt and I...

(trembling inhale)

I went there that night...

on her birthday and I just, I had to get high

to get through it.

- And what were you doing that you needed to be high for?

- I don't know.

Saying goodbye?

- You were in a very vulnerable place.

I'm sure that there were a lot of choices

that felt logical in that moment-

- Yeah, I know. My sister thinks I...

killed myself or OD'd, but I don't...

I don't know. I'm really...

starting to think that someone hurt me.

- So your sister knows that you're a reviver?

Who else knows?

With these new mandates you need to be-

- No, I know.

It's a secret and I'd- (sniffles)

really like to keep it that way. My dad doesn't even know.

- Well, that sounds like something.

Why not tell your dad?

- I think...

After losing my mom

I just don't know if he could handle it.

Besides, you've seen how he's reacted to the whole town

and he's always seen me as fragile

and I don't know if knowing I died

would make that worse somehow.

- Sorry, I just find it surprising that anyone

would see you as fragile.

- To be fair,

I have a condition called O.I.

Brittle bone disease, so they always

had to be careful with me.

- We do a lot to protect our loved ones.

But I don't think that we acknowledge enough

that it hurts when an illness

changes our relationship with them.

How they see us as weak,

even if it's from a lens of love.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

My mom had cancer too.

- Oh.

Well, then she must have been a very strong woman.

- That's right, Blaine dropped it off

around 10 p.m. '99 Accord.

- Okay, who rented the car that night?

- Let's take a look. (sighs loudly)

(air drill whines)

- You don't keep your records on a computer?

- My daughter, she tried to get me

one of those Macintoshes.

I told her, throw them all away.

IBM, Dell- doesn't matter. They all emit, uh, radio waves.

You know what that is? - Do you know what that is?

- Gives you tumors. - Sure.

- Gotta take care of the brain. It's why I do a crossword

every day. Ah!

Here I go: James Anderson. Paid $75 cash.

I kept the deposit because he dumped it instead of

bringing it back. - Where's the driver's license?

- He ain't got one.

- You rented a car to a guy without a driver's license?

- No ID, no credit check.

I ask no questions, you get a car.

And I pay a little more on my girl's student loan.

- Killing me, Alonzo. Can I see the car?

- Yeah. For sure.

(keys jingle) There you go.

- You're so nice, but you're so stupid.

- Thanks.

(bass-heavy rhythmic score)

(sighs)

(score fades out)

- Nobody has ever given me a massage before.

(chuckles through nose)

(bones crack softly) - Like that? Like, are you sure?

It's okay?

Yeah. (laughs through nose)

- I can still press a little harder.

- Okay, try harder. - Okay. (laughs through nose)

(tender score)

(lips smack) Em, um, we don't have to.

We can just chill or whatever.

- You're not gonna break me.

(lips smacking)

(heavy breathing)

(Em gasps) (muffled cries)

(score intensifies) (muffled groaning)

- Are you all right? Did I hurt you?

- No, Rhodey, I... I remember on the bridge,

someone grabbed me. They put a cloth over my face

and I felt woozy and they knocked me out.

- Blaine? - EM: No.

No, he left in his truck and this guy's hands were clean.

There were no scars, no tattoos but he...

(dramatic whooshes)

(bag jangles) (score intensifies)

(paper crinkling)

He was wearing...

(zipper scratches)

(paper crinkling)

This!

Knew I wasn't crazy.

The morning I woke up, I threw this up.

This is my killer's ring.

But do not be fooled.

The dead do not return without cost.

Their presence is a test

and most have already failed.

I have seen the truth beneath their skin.

And I say to you now lock your doors.

Guard your souls for the deceiver

is within the gates of Wausau.

- Good! And down.

Excellent, Wanda! Excellent! (score fades out)

Wanda's our living inspiration that even death

is no excuse to skip cardio.

Good class, everyone.

And remember: old age only begins

when you look backward rather than forward!

See you next week! (eerie score)

(excited chattering)

- It's one of them.

(man exhales deeply)

- Just let me go.

- MAN: Where? Back to Hell?

(woman sighs)

- Thank you.

(footsteps receding)

- The wrath is coming!

- It's really any patient who would've registered

past 6:47 pm on the 18th. (score fades out)

(indistinct PA announcement)

(indistinct chatter)

- I have David Kreutz at 6:48. 6:50, Olivia Yazden-

- What about a James Anderson or...

(page flipping loudly) Weimar?

- Oh, yes. Nithiya Weimar at 6:51.

- Was her husband with her? (soft rhythmic score)

- Um, yes, her husband's always with her.

- So, could you see what time they left that night?

- Oh, I don't have an exact time.

Her chemotherapy is usually scheduled for five hours,

so they probably left close to 12 midnight or so.

- So if Nithiya was here 'til 12

but the car was dropped off at ten...

He left.

He's using the chemo sessions as an alibi.

- Sorry, an alibi for what?

Did something happen to the Weimars?

- Not yet.

(dramatic rhythmic score)

(loud knocking on door)

(doorbells chiming)

- This is Professor Weimar. Leave a message.

- Mr. Weimar, this is Officer Dana Cypress again.

I just came from your office. They said you were at home.

Now, let me guess, you're back at the office?

You need to call me back, ASAP.

(phone clicks closed)

(sharp bang)

(score intensifies)

(door rattles loudly) (security system beeps)

(sharp bang) (door hinges creak)

(score fades out)

(door bangs closed) - We're closing up. (sighs)

Why don't you try Donaldson's on Seventh?

- We've been. You're literally the last pawn shop we're trying.

- ID.

- Uh, shoot, you know, I, uh...

(zipper rasping) I forgot mine at home.

- Here.

- What can I get you? - Do you sell rings here?

- Do I sell rings?

(clattering) I sell everything here, hon.

- Sold anything... (sharp bang)

...like this recently?

- Uh-huh. Normally you'd be SOL,

but with this quarantine, I've only had the one buyer.

- Who'd you sell it to?

- Now, look, I wasn't officially open

during the 30-day lockdown, you understand?

I don't need Dillisch siccing the business lobby on me.

- Come on, man, do we, do we look like feds?

- Had this gentleman email me saying he needed to replace

his wife's wedding ring. (tense score)

Told him I couldn't order one in 'cause of the quarantine

but he was desperate. Didn't want his wife to find out

he lost it. Offered to pay me double.

In cash.

I got one adjusted from what I had in stock.

- Do you remember what he looks like, or his name?

- Never met him.

Left an envelope of cash in the store mailbox.

That's where I dropped off the ring when it was done.

I do have his email, though. One second.

(keyboard clacking)

James dot Anderson at UWMC dot com.

- James Anderson. Who the hell is James Anderson?

- Wait, that...

That's Aaron's TA.

( loud dramatic score hit, rumbling )

That asshole lied to me.

I got to go speak to him.

- RHODEY: Okay. Wait. What are you going to do?

(security system beeping) - EM: I need to get him alone.

- Em, how? - I'll follow him.

(tense score) (door hinges creak)

(drawer rasping)

(papers rustling)

- Shit, shit, shit!

(loud rattling)

(phone keypad clicking)

(phone line rings, clicks)

I've had enough of this.

I know it was you!

Yeah, or someone you've paid. What's the difference?

He was in the house with my wife.

This is going beyond crossing a line.

Well, I kept up my end of the deal!

I didn't tell anyone.

Of course not. Nithiya doesn't suspect a thing.

Don't forget,

I can take you down with me.

(phone button clicks)

(loud dramatic staccato score)

(score fades out)

- Go to bed.

- No. Tell me what's going on.

Why was that officer at our house?

- Look, it's not good, but I'm taking care of it.

The last thing I wanted was for you to worry.

- What do you mean you're taking care of it, Aaron?

- I'm taking care of it! Just...

Go to bed.

Please!

(papers rustling)

(dramatic tense score)

(score abates) (flames crackling)

- EM (echoing): At the first morning birth,

there are no shadows in the lightness night.

(woman vocalizing)

And the prey rejoices as the killers retreat.

(dramatic boom)

I envy the sleepers,

the never were

(dramatic boom) And the long dead,

(clippers buzzing) ...denied this moment.

Each dawn's a question, the same without you.

(woman vocalizing angelically)

(sharp inhale)

Why does the night end

and bring the mourning?

(high-pitched ringing score) (dramatic boom)

(muffled cries)

(echoing sobbing)

(score abates)

- Em, I don't think this is such a good idea.

- EM: Huh.

It's the best idea I've ever had.

- Maybe we just stay back and think things through.

- No.

I'm done playing it safe. You with me or not?

- Um... (breathes hard)

- I don't need you.

(footsteps receding)

I don't need anyone.

( score intensifies dramatically )

( knocking at door in Shave and a Haircut rhythm )

(score fades out) (rapid footsteps descending)

(door rattles; hinges creak)

(screen door hinges creak) - Oh, hey.

Huh. Is, um...

Is your mom ready?

- She's freaking out.

- I am not freaking out! I just couldn't find

my other earring.

- You, um... (short sharp laugh)

You look stunning.

- You look nice.

- Yuck.

- Hey. Told the babysitter no video games past nine!

- I know, Mom.

(door closes upstairs) (Dana sighs)

- You're still staring. Is this good staring

or bad staring? - Oh, no. No, no, no.

Um, just, uh, don't take this the wrong way,

but part of me thought when I showed up that

you would still be in uniform.

(both laugh)

- Well, I always try to make an effort

when someone's buying me a lobster.

- Buying a lobster.

Uh, who said anything about lobster?

I was thinking the Lick-a-Chicken

down the-the road.

(door bangs)

- It's Tony. (tense dramatic score)

- Hey, brother.

- Got news.

Boss is thrilled with the new business opportunity

in Wausau and he wants us to help him run it.

- Yeah? Check Kings, baby.

- Shut the hell up, Andrew.

There's a problem, though. I talked you boys up enough but

ain't no way in hell you're running this operation,

so you need to get me back over the border.

You still play poker with that piece of shit Irish cop?

- Yeah, he's around. - Good. Good. Overpay.

Get him back on the line.

That'll get me back in there. And this is important:

You want Ma to die in that termite-infested shithole?

'Cause I'd like to see her in a real house,

one with a painting studio.

- For God's sakes, hurry up!

- Excuse me.

- I'm done waiting.

- What is with the hostility, brother?

- It's an emergency.

- Oh. It's an emergency?

Yeah, hang on. - Ah!

( impacts, grunts and groans over phone)

(hard smacks) (grunting)

- Give Mom my love.

(phone clatters into cradle)

(heavy footsteps receding)

- (whisper) You're going to make sure my wife is

taken care of, then we're even.

Yeah, well, screw me over and you'll go down with me.

- Turn left. Turn left up there.

- Yeah, but the GPS says to take a right ahead.

- GPS doesn't know what I know.

- It knows exponentially more.

- It does not. Save the insults for tonight.

Come on. (phone buzzes)

Whoop, whoop.

Uh, go straight, actually. Go straight.

- But the GPS says that- - Oh, this?

- Oh, whoa. - We don't know what it says.

- Okay - Yeah.

This is more interesting. - Okay.

- Where the hell are we going? - Just...

(score intensifies)

(score intensifies; fades out)

(score intensifies)

- EM: Found you.

- What the hell!?

Have you been following me? What are you doing?

- Who me?

This is about what you did!

- Look, I already- - YOU'RE A LIAR!

I know what you did and you're not going to talk

your way out of it this time!

- This is a really bad time.

- Yeah, it's always a bad time, Aaron!

I found this in me, so tell me

what the hell you did to me, you sick freak.

- (shuddering whisper) Look...

Look, I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to hurt you.

- You?

You killed me.

(sighs)

(loud dramatic score)

(score abates)

(tires crunching on dirt) - IBRAHIM: Right there?

- DANA: Yeah. - All right.

You sure about this? This is pretty spooky, Dana.

Um... Ah (seatbelt lock clicking)

Okay, so, like in the car is like a thing for you?

I can, um, I can be into that for sure.

Oh, gross miscalculation on my part.

Why would you bring a gun on a date?

- Just wait for me.

Be right back.

(tense dramatic score)

(distant bird calls)

(score intensifies) (grunts, groans)

(Em breathes hard, grunts)

(choking)

(heavy gasp; coughing)

(rasping inhale) - AARON: You don't understand.

(coughing) I didn't kill you.

You're right, I was there. I took you from the bridge,

but I didn't kill you.

I'm sorry.

You were special and I'm- (gunshot; echoes)

- (whispers) Aaron?

(Em breathing hard) Aaron!?

(Em sobbing)

Oh, shit.

(continues sobbing)

Aaron? (Aaron gagging)

(shuddering breaths)

(Em pants) - Em.

(Em gasping)

(Em moans, pants)

- (whispers) What did you do?

(gunshot) (sharp gasp)

(gunshot echoes) - Uh, Dana?

(emotional score)

(breathy gasp)

(score intensifies)

- Oh, Dana! (gasps, pants)

Dana. It's okay (Dana moaning)

(Em crying) (emotional score)

(Dana grunts)

(gunshots)

(breathing hard)

(Em moans) (score abates)

(panicked breathing) SOMEBODY HELP!

(gasp) HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!

(Dana moans softly) Hey. Look, it's okay.

You're going to be okay. It's okay. I'm with you.

Dana. Dana?

(whisper) Please. (Dana exhales softly)

(Em sobs)

( choir vocalizing dramatically )

(score crescendos, fades out)

(dramatic alternative score)

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