Original subtitles

Ooh, that was a big one. (chuckles)

I think you got a little linebacker in there.

No way.

He's a sensitive soul.

I'm thinking...

poet.

I hate to break it to you, honey,

but you're carrying eight pounds of pure American bull rider

right here.

No, painter.

So we have the first...

bull-riding

linebacker poet who can paint a mean still life?

Why not?

He can be everything.

- (phone ringing) - Don't answer it.

- Don't answer it. - I got it.

- (giggles) - No. Oh. Oh, okay. (grunts)

Hey, Daddy.

Wait, wait, slow down.

No, we can't come visit you.

He is freaking out.

I think he's more nervous than you are.

Dad, don't worry.

We're fine.

Here. Here. Ronnie.

Ronnie, Ronnie, hey, everything's gonna be fine.

We're about to have a nice breakfast.

Your daughter is about to make me

her special blueberry pancakes.

Actually, by the look I just received,

I'll be making her famous blueberry pancakes.

But, either way, we're all good. Yes, we love you.

We're gonna go. But, hey, have a great day.

Your daughter loves you. Say "I love you."

- Love you. - Love you. Bye. Bye.

Thank you.

Come on, I can handle your dad.

- No, for my blueberry pancakes. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Well... (blows raspberry)

PALMER: Your wife's death wasn't an accident.

I think Gideon killed her.

♪

RIGGS: Miranda Riggs!

El Paso, Texas.

September 15, 2015.

Please tell me,

did he kill my wife?

♪

(click)

MURTAUGH: There's certain things that a man must learn

before he's sent out into the world.

One of them being...

how to survive on his own.

To show that no matter what the world throws at him,

he... will endure.

(clattering)

(laughs) That was incredible.

- Dad. - Huh?

You're Snapchat gold. Thank you. (laughs)

Man...

I-I get what you're doing here, Rog.

It's "Dad" or "sir."

And what am I doing?

You're worried I'm about to graduate,

and you want to bond. I get that.

But what about a ball game?

Mm-mm. Too many other people around.

You and I need to be alone in the woods,

so I can download all this man knowledge.

What will we eat?

(laughs): What will we eat?

We're gonna eat what we catch.

I'm bringing the fishing poles with us.

What if we don't catch aything?

RJ, your father is taking you to the woods to impart wisdom.?

Wisdom.

TRISH: Your job is not to question,

it is to listen.

To listen.

- Hey, babe, thank you. - (chuckles)

I mean, there's so much I need to teach him

about what it means to be a Murtaugh man.

And I just feel like I haven't had enough time.

- Baby. - Huh?

You have been an incredible parent.

And he sees a Murtaugh man every day.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

But... I support you completely.

Which is why I rented you this cabin.

With a stocked fridge.

Strong move.

(laughs) Just some wisdom

I have accumulated over the years.

You're awesome.

♪

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you guys taking him?

The marshals are taking him into federal custody.

You caught a whale, Riggs.

Doesn't mean you get to keep him.

I need to question this witness, Cap.

We already have him for the Gonzalez case.

(elevator bell dings)

Other cases.

He's gonna be in a federal supermax

for the next few lifetimes; you're gonna get your chance

to ask him anything you want.

(elevator bell dings)

Take a good look out that window.

Drink it in.

May be the last time you see sky for the next couple of decades.

DRIVER: Yeah, close your eyes.

Think about all those people you killed.

What the hell?! What was that?!

Down, down, down! Get down!

(grunts)

(high-pitched electronic whining)

(train horn blows)

Gracias, amigo.

Oh, de nada.

See?

I knew I'd get you to talk to me.

(tires screeching)

Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com

MURTAUGH: There's just one guy?

- Yep. - And they're both alive?

AVERY: Very lucky. Minor scratches.

No, he didn't want to kill them.

Otherwise, he'd have thrown a grenade in there.

You think the cartel outsourced it?

I think military.

Whoever this guy is, he's a total pro.

Oh, come on, Rog.

It's like amateur hour.

It's like you're watching an instructional video

on how not to extract a prisoner.

Look at him. He's spraying the windshield.

That's safety glass.

One shot through the side window, shattered.

And let the gas escape in the process? No.

That is precision.

Dead center.

Not a scratch on the marshals.

All right, how 'bout that right there?

Blowing up the side of the van?

Exactly where it's fortified with ballistic shields.

So, we have a military trained assassin with a heart of gold,

who's also freelancing as an LAPD mechanic?

Is what we got?

My impression on that it's sound unplausibly

That is not what I said. This man is spinning my words again.

I'm just glad you're here to see

what I deal with on a daily basis.

Guys, we got a hit

on the getaway car.

It was found in Elysian Park.

See? Sloppy.

Uh, actually, Bailey, you go with Rog.

I've got an NCO Armory contact.

I'm gonna go give him a call,

check in with him. I think

the grenade launcher might be military issue.

That's what I said, military.

Rog, no one's saying that you're wrong.

Okay? It's just your tone.

All right, I'll see you guys.

(elevator bell dings)

(sirens wailing in distance)

BAILEY: He blew it up to cover his tracks

and then ditched it for a new ride.

And deliberately picked a spot

where there'd be no security cameras.

This guy knows our playbook.

SCORSESE: We've got what we in the forensic sciences call

diddly-squat.

But I am thorough.

And so, I found this:

size 11 men's boot print.

Great. So, it could be anyone.

SCORSESE: Well, no, it-it couldn't be someone

with a size 9, an 8, 7.

Need I go on?

Don't roll your eyes.

The guy burned everything.

No, not everything.

Notice that the area behind the plate is charred.

Means he took it off, burned it, put it back on.

Well, why would he do that, unless he wanted us

to find the car?

SCORSESE: We also have some tire tracks at the end of the road,

heading east.

Where are you going, Murtaugh?

West.

(slurping)

(slurping stops)

(sighs)

Look, I know there's, like, a specific amount of time

I'm supposed to take before I start grilling you.

But you're the professional torturer, right?

I'm just a corncob-smoking rube from Texas,

so... (groans)

that and I'm bored.

So... (clears throat)

let's just get to it, shall we?

Did you kill my wife?

You're gonna have to be more specific.

Miranda Riggs.

El Paso,

last September.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Then why was her name and number found in your house?

Maybe she gave it to me.

Is that her?

Mmm, pretty girl.

No, no. Her, I'd remember.

You don't get to look at that.

Sorry. Just, not being able to look at a hot piece like that,

now, that's torture.

(Riggs sighs)

I told you...

you don't get to look at her.

(Gideon groaning)

(grunts)

(car approaching)

Damn it.

Hey!

Hey, bud. What-what you doing?

We need to talk.

Let's go inside.

Uh, actually, the place is a mess.

And you didn't call, so...

How many times you come by my house uninvited?

Well, that's because your lovely wife

extended an open invitation.

Unfortunately, I have not offered that to you.

Hmm.

(chuckles): Okay.

Listen.

Something is not right on this one.

Got a hit man, has an open shot

on two marshals, doesn't take it.

He knew the transport route.

He wanted us to find the getaway car.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying I think it's an inside job.

And we don't know who we can trust on this one.

Listen, Rog.

I'm gonna tell you something.

But you can't tell anyone else, or I'll deny it.

All right?

I think you're right and you're a good cop.

Look, we'll tackle this tomorrow.

But next time, give me a jingle.

No, let's do it tonight.

I had to cancel my camping trip

at Lake Arrowhead, lost the whole deposit.

Oh, wow, so that cabin's just gonna sit up there all empty.

- Yeah. - That's terrible.

It's like shredding money.

You know what?

You're right.

Let's get on it. I'm gonna grab my jacket.

Let's go.

- You know, I *** - Rog, Rog.

Yes, see the plumbing is been out for weeks

so I've just been improving ***

Yeah, false alarm.

Good morning, baby.

- Hmm? - Mwah.

Did you even come to bed last night?

No, I couldn't sleep.

Oh, I had trouble, too.

Our baby is graduating.

(laughs): Oh, my gosh.

Makes me feel old.

No, it was work stuff.

Got my head all spun around.

Let me guess.

Riggs.

Mm.

What did he do this time?

I don't know, but it's so crazy.

I feel to even considering he may have done it.

Wow.

Well, you know him better than anyone.

Do you think he's capable of doing whatever it is?

Trish, if I say yes,

it means deep down inside I do not believe in him.

And I don't want that.

So, what does your gut tell you?

My gut says I need an antacid.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Any tips you have, you know,

on, uh, torture or anything like that, always welcome.

What's the end game here?

Well, it depends,

how long it takes you to tell the truth.

No, I get that part.

Then what?

I let you go.

(laughs)

Yeah, you'll run.

I'll hunt you down,

shoot you in the face like a gentleman,

and that'll be the end of it.

A cop gonna murder someone in cold blood?

You're just not that kind of man.

Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

You've had me here for, what? Ten hours?

And the trailer before that?

Still got all my fingers, toes, teeth.

You're scared.

Of you?

Of yourself.

Yeah, see, to truly break a man,

there's certain lines you got to cross.

(chuckles)

No.

You're not ready.

Hmm.

(yells, grunts)

(panting)

Better?

Thanks for the tip.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey.

- Where's Riggs? - He's not in yet.

You try his phone?

Three times.

What's so important he can miss work

with a fugitive out there?

I'm the one that's got a kid that's graduating in 24 hours.

Track his phone.

Seriously?

That's a violation of trust.

You don't think...?

You're the boss.

Looks like we won't be seeing Riggs

- anytime soon. - Why's that?

Well, he's a few hours away in Lake Arrowhead.

Near Cedar Grove Lane?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Where you going?

You gonna bring his ass in?

Yeah, I am.

You gonna burn me with that thing now?

No.

That's a good idea.

Geez, Gideon.

Everything about torture with you?

Huh?

You're not even asking the right questions.

You keep wanting to know, did I kill her.

When you know I didn't.

I wasn't driving the truck.

What you really want to know is

did I give the order.

Right?

See, that would be a better question.

Did you?

Or, a more interesting question would be...

what did she look like?

You know, at the end.

Did she die on impact,

or just gurgle her last few breaths?

No. (clicks tongue)

You weren't there, silly.

Yes, I was.

The whole time, watching, waiting.

You two were so cute together,

eating those blueberry pancakes.

(groans)

I waited till she went to the hospital.

(chuckles): And then I gave the order.

(Riggs grunting, Gideon laughs)

Told you.

You're not ready.

(twig snaps outside)

(door opens)

Roger.

He's in there?

Look, the less you know about this, the better.

It's too late for that.

Why, Riggs?

That's what I need to know, why?

He killed Miranda.

You believe that?

Palmer told me.

She had it in a DEA file.

Oh, okay, so now you're-you're just a killer!

There is no law, there is no justice.

This is justice!

No, this is murder, Riggs.

I know you better than anybody.

You're a good cop.

- And I'm not gonna let you do this. - No, you need to go.

No, I'm not gonna let you do this.

- Do not go in... Rog! - I'm taking him in.

Riggs!

What did you expect to find, Roger?

♪

Freeze!

(grunts)

No, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Riggs, Riggs, no, no, no!

- Rog! - Hey, hey.

Nobody can survive that, okay?

Is over.

Okay, let's go.

You turn me in.

I'd like to start by saying, um...

- Roger had nothing to do with this. - (chuckles) This guy.

Un-freaking-believable.

You hear this?

Just cut it out, Rog, okay?

Why? So you could take the credit?

Wait, s-so we have Gideon.

That's fantastic. No.

No.

- I had Gideon... - I had, I.

It's always "I," he's the "I" guy.

There is no "I" in team.

- We were supposed to do this together. - What-what do you mean?

(Riggs and Murtaugh arguing over each other)

Guys!

Guys, guys! Do we have Gideon?

Did you do something awful?

I can handle it, I just need to know what it is. What happened?

Okay, here's what happened.

We tracked Gideon to a cartel safe house.

And when we got there, he was gone.

So y-you didn't blow anything up

or cause a ten-car pileup or jump off a building?

That is correct.

He just... got away?

That I can handle.

I'm not pleased, but given the buildup,

I was thought my career was over.

Nope.

Nobody's career is over today.

Right?

Rog.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

Thanks.

Thanks, man.

There's something you're not telling me.

What is it, Roger?

Uh...

I'm gonna need a new partner.

♪

Oh. That was a good one.

You got a little linebacker in there.

No way.

He's a sensitive soul.

Thank you, for my blueberry pancakes.

Oh, yeah?

♪

♪ If I ever

♪ Cause you...

(knocking on door)

RIGGS: Roger!

Hey.

It's not a good...

Buddy, there were no blueberry pancakes that morning!

Gideon said we were eating

blueberry pancakes the morning that she died,

but I dropped the mix.

Were-were you drinking, Riggs?

A... A little bit.

Look, Roger, it doesn't matter.

Gideon lied. Why would he lied?

Maybe he misspoke because you were torturing him.

No... I was questioning him.

You told me you broke a couple of his fingers.

Sprained, partially, like, fractured.

Look, Rog, he was fine when I was questioning him.

Okay? I mean, up until the point you killed him.

Riggs, Riggs, I-I can't...

No, you can do this. We are gonna fly under the radar.

We're gonna go down to Texas, we're gonna find out what they know.

- They got great barbeque! - I'm getting a new partner!

♪ Hurt or distain...

What?

♪ Fooled me for...

Avery's reassigning us tomorrow.

♪ Fooled me

♪ For your shame...

Well, that... that must've been a difficult decision for you.

It was.

♪ I know all what I do...

You know, you told me once that you would not kill yourself,

because she would be ashamed of you.

But that's exactly what you're doing.

You're drowning.

Okay? And you got to figure out, once and for all,

do you want to live.

Cause if you do, Riggs, you got to let her go, man.

(laughs)

(whispering): Yeah, I know.

I know.

I know.

I can't.

TRISH: Martin.

(grunts)

We are your family.

You know that. You are part of this family.

We love you.

♪ Is made...

Right?

♪ I could leave

♪ I know...

You're a patient man, Rog.

I'm-I'm surprised you lasted this long.

You guys have a good night.

Martin.

(door closes)

- Hey, hey! Bailey, whoa. - (scoffs)

You know how hard it is to get a coffee stain

out of virgin silk?

That is a hell of a suit, Murtaugh. Who died?

Hey, it's my son's graduation tonight.

And what if someone had died?

I mean, we're cops. That's a risky joke.

I'm sorry, I just...

wanted to tell you how you clean up good.

I know.

I got mirrors.

So what you working on?

What's this?

Riggs' arrest files from El Paso.

Told me to flag any connections to the cartel.

When? When did he tell you that?

Yesterday. Early evening.

You know what, Bailey? You need to shut this down.

Okay. But do you at least want to know what I found?

No. Because there's nothing to find.

Is there? Is there something to find?

Well, it's hard to say for sure,

- but I was able... - Okay, you know what?

I'm not going down this road.

I told Riggs it's a dead end.

It's a dead end.

Is it a dead end?

Do you want me to tell you or not?

I don't even want... I don't want to know.

What'd you find?

DELGADO: So what can I do for you, Martin?

I believe I'm responsible for Miranda's death, Ronnie.

Martin...

Martin, it was an accident.

You need to let it go.

Ronnie, don't ask me how...

...but I know it was a hit.

A hit?

(chuckles)

For what?

If I back off the cartel in Texas.

Because you busted a couple of low-level guys?

Stop it. You need to move on.

That's what I'm trying to do here, Ronnie.

I'm just trying to come clean so I can make sense of everything.

By telling me this nonsense?

Getting me to fall into this abyss with you?

I won't do it.

ROSIE: Poppy?

You said we were going to the park.

We are, sweetie.

In just a minute.

You remember Uncle Martin.

Hi, Rosie.

Last time I saw you, you were that big.

I was never that big.

Meet you outside, mija.

I'll be right there.

(breathes deeply)

I know it hurts.

Yeah.

I feel it every day.

But you have to let go.

It's what she'd want.

I know. I know.

And I'm trying, Ronnie.

Forget that nonsense about Gideon.

How did you know it was Gideon?

I never said his name.

(scoffs)

That's who you had in custody.

I-I just assumed.

MIRANDA: Hey, Daddy.

Wait, wait. Slow down.

He's freaking out. I think he's more nervous than you are.

You were so nervous that morning.

What morning?

When she was killed.

I thought we just got past this.

Miranda was nine months pregnant,

and you wanted her to get out of town.

Why?

It-it wasn't logical.

Uh, I was nervous.

Or maybe you were afraid.

Ronnie. Ronnie, Ronnie, hey. Everything's gonna be fine.

Look, we're about to have a nice breakfast,

blueberry pancakes...

I told you about the pancakes.

- What? - Cartel wasn't watching us

for they watching us they would listen

Okay, I think you should leave.

What if they were listening to me?

Because I was just chasing low-level cartel guys, right?

You said so yourself.

They were listening to you.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, baby.

Got to finish a couple of things at work, and then I'll be home.

Okay, we'll wait for you, then.

RJ's having trouble with his tie.

Are you seriously this dense?

How are they letting you graduate?

Oh, yeah.

Dad, I could really use some help.

Ha, finally.

I got you, son.

Don't let him tie his tie without me.

I'm on my way.

Okay, love you.

MURTAUGH: I love you, too.

(wheezes)

(grunting)

(panting)

(tires screech)

So now what?

You just... you work for the cartel?

Is that how this works?

I don't say no anymore.

What choice do I have?

I have other daughters.

Grandchildren.

You don't know

what these people are capable of.

I have a pretty good idea.

Who ordered the hit, Ronnie?

Who's responsible for killing your daughter?

My wife.

Your grandson.

(crying)

Flores.

It's been all Tito Flores.

(vehicle approaching)

(grunts)

Your partner's a lousy shot.

Yeah, it's been a real issue.

You know, we're working on it.

But me, on the other hand...

Hey there, sweetie. (grunts)

That your Uncle Martin?

You think he might go for a ride to see his partner?

Yeah.

Come here, Rosie.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Martin.

I didn't mean for it to end this way.

Come on, Ronnie. It was supposed to end this way.

(engine starts)

- Hey. - Yeah?

This is all your fault. You know that, right?

Oh, that's a classy move, Rog, pointing out the obvious.

- Hmm. - You know what really sucks?

Yeah, that this is the most important day

of my son's life, and I'm here bleeding out with you.

Okay, yeah, that... that-that is bad.

But worse is the fact that you're gonna die

because you're my partner,

and, technically, you're not really my partner.

Yeah, that's, uh... that is worse.

- Much worse. - Yeah.

- Hey, Riggs. - Yeah?

I, uh... I looked into your wife's death,

and, um, you need to know that, um,

it wasn't your fault that she died, it was...

Delgado. Yeah, I know.

When'd you find out?

This afternoon, around 4:00. You?

About, uh, 3:50.

So you looked at your watch when you found out?

No, I have a flawless internal clock.

RIGGS: An internal clock? So what time is it right now?

- 6:42. - 6:42?

Hey, bad guys, who has a watch on?

I want to know exactly what time it is right now.

I swear to God, if I have to listen to you two for one more second...

You could let us go.

- You could let us go. - That's a good idea.

Sure thing.

But first, I need some answers.

And I don't expect to get the truth without some persuasion.

Aw...

Yeah, torture. No, that's his whole thing.

He wasn't hugged enough as a child.

So...

who wants to go first?

- I will. - He does.

GIDEON: Good, good. I will. I'm glad you said that.

RIGGS: No, no, no. Wait a minute. No, no, no.

I... Torture me, not him.

Oh, I am.

I'm gonna make you watch your partner die.

(high-pitched electronic whining)

Technically,

we're not partners anymore.

GIDEON: Now, did you know

it takes less than 110 volts to stop the average pacemaker?

- I didn't know that. - And that defib,

- it runs five times that. - Oh.

Now, the fun part?

Seeing which gives out first, pacemaker, heart.

Hey, look, Gideon, ask me whatever you want.

- I'm an open book. - GIDEON: Mr. Delgado is

the cartel's highest-ranking friend in L.A.

Be a shame to waste him if we didn't have to.

- Who else knows about him? - No one.

- Nobody. - Just he and I.

No, no, no, I believe you, I do.

But we went ahead and rented these, so...

RIGGS: Hey, no, no. Come on, kill me.

- R-Rog, it's gonna be okay. - MURTAUGH: It's Be Nice to a Stranger Day.

(electricity crackling, Murtaugh screaming)

(groans)

Oh, come on!

All right, pacemaker one, defib nada. Round two.

(high-pitched electronic whining)

Who else knows about Delgado?

- No one. - (Murtaugh panting)

- Don't do this. Rog, it's okay. - Nobody. Nobody else knows. Do me.

- It's gonna be okay, Rog. - Nobody... No.

Kill me. Come on!

- RIGGS: Gideon! Gideon! - MURTAUGH: No, no, no.

(electricity crackling, Murtaugh screaming)

Oh.

- Oh. - (groaning)

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, that was close.

He's almost there.

Hey, you know what this reminds me of?

Miranda.

You know, I told you I was there that day. Right?

Tito asked me to follow, so I watched the whole thing.

It was violent.

No one, no one could have survived that.

You know what?

She did.

Come on, man. Stop it.

Hey! I'm telling a story.

Truck didn't kill her.

She was still breathing.

I had to put my hand over her mouth.

And that, my friend,

is the story of how your wife died.

The end.

(laughing)

(muttering quietly)

(laughing)

- You're not even gonna know... - Who?

Hey, find out what he's babbling about.

RIGGS (laughing): You're not even gonna know what happened.

What?

Look up. What?!

GIDEON: Shoot him!

You okay?

(panting) American-made pacemaker.

(laughs) Damn right it is.

I'm going after Gideon.

♪

I hope this is water.

(grunting)

(electricity crackling, Enzo grunting)

Payback's a bitch.

(grunting)

(train horn blares in distance)

(train horn blares in distance)

Riggs!

- Where's Tito Flores? - (train horn blaring)

Riggs, get out of there!

Where can I find him?!

(train horn blaring)

MURTAUGH: Riggs!

Tell me where I can find him!

Riggs!

Riggs!

♪

- Henry Eli Krantz. - (crowd cheering)

Michael Wayne Kyle.

("Pomp and Circumstance" playing)

Anna Valentina Lindquist.

Jennifer Levin Strauss.

Don't worry, Mom, I got this.

Zoey Carlson Layton.

(whispering): Trish. I'm recording in 4K.

I'll burn you a copy.

(mouths)

Susan Alice McNeely.

Smile, Suze!

Show daddy those pearly whites!

Hey, McNeile. Hey, what the hell?

MURTAUGH (whispering): Excuse me.

- MAN: Come on, man. Shh! - Pardon me. Yeah.

(groans softly)

Baby, you all right?

I told you I'd make it.

Roger Mayfield Murtaugh Junior.

(whooping)

Yeah, RJ! Whoo!

MURTAUGH: Yeah!

That's my boy!

♪ To get in the way again

♪ When did we forget what we knew... ♪

We did good.

Yeah, we did good.

♪ So sure of back then

♪ How do we know it won't happen again ♪

♪ But there is no once and for all... ♪

Hey, take a break, fellas.

I'll bring him to holding.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator stops)

Where is he?

I don't know.

Where did he go?!

(panting)

Mexico.

(choking)

He's going after Tito Flores.

Hunting the head of a cartel?

That's a suicide mission.

Listen to me, Detective.

Forget Martin Riggs.

He's gone.

♪

(cell phone ringing)

¿Quién es?

RIGGS: Well, hello, Tito.

Look at you.

Someone's been doing Pilates.

Detective Riggs.

I thought I might hear from you.

If I wanted to blow you up, you'd be confetti by now.

That's not my style.

No. I want to look you in the eyes when I do it.

That's what I'm calling to let you know.

You will never leave Mexico alive.

Yeah.

That's the idea.

♪

♪ When the night has come...

Hey.

Baby, what are you doing?

Watching you.

Thinking.

About what?

How lucky I am.

(chuckles)

Damn right you are.

Come to bed.

♪ Be afraid

♪ No, I won't

♪ Be afraid...

I can't.

There's something I got to do.

♪ Stand by me

♪ So, darling, darling

♪ Stand by me

♪ Oh...

(whispers): I love you.

I love you.

♪ Oh, stand...

Roger.

♪ Stand by me...

Remember our one rule.

Make sure you come back to me.

I remember.

♪ Stand by me

♪ Stand by, oh

♪ Stand by me

♪ Stand by, oh

♪ Stand by me

♪ Stand by me.

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