Original subtitles

[dramatic folk guitar music]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

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- [sighs]

[dog barking]

[speaking Greek]

[dog barking]

[huffs]

[dog barking

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

[dog yelps and whimpers]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Kosta!

[speaking Greek]

Kosta!

♪ ♪

- Kosta.

♪ ♪

[speaking Greek]

[smartwatch chimes] Ah.

[phone chimes and dials]

[phone line trilling]

[inhales deeply]

- [bellowing and grunting]

[elevator music ringtone]

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[groans loudly]

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[phone line trilling]

[elevator music ringtone]

[phone line trilling]

[elevator music ringtone]

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[phone line trilling]

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[groaning]

[wet squelching] - [gasps]

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- [wet sucking]

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[deep, snorting gargling]

[elevator music ringtone]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

[panting]

- Who is this?

- Your gorilla is dead.

[panting]

- Victoria.

Where are you?

- Like I'm gonna tell you that.

- I'm on the way there.

To Burnt Ridge, as usual.

- Fuck you.

[sparse dramatic music]

- Fuck me, eh?

Fuck you!

- Hey, hey.

[upbeat Greek rock music]

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♪ [singing along to music] ♪

♪ ♪

- [laughing]

[soft dramatic music]

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[upbeat Greek rock music]

[tense music]

[upbeat Greek rock music]

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[tense music]

[shoe squeaks]

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[hinge creaks and door shuts]

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[dramatic Western music]

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- [sighs]

[clears throat]

[soft rumbling]

[turbines slowing down]

[intercom chimes]

- Mr. Panigiris, we seem to be having

some trouble with the air speed indicator.

I'm gonna run some checks, but I'm sure we'll be fine.

[intercom chimes]

- [sighs]

[sheep bleating]

- Fuck off!

- [laughing]

[sheep bleating]

- So...

who was it they say you killed?

- I got a call from a guy buried underground

begging for help.

I didn't--

I didn't kill him, I just--

just didn't get there in time.

- You know, I think you're a good guy.

- Yeah. Well, you don't know me.

- Look, you saved my life.

Not everyone would do that, so...

That girl that you were with.

Um, Luci, right?

- She's my ex. - What?

- She slipped this note into my pocket

when I was unconscious in the hospital.

I it's her handwriting. She--

- Oh, wait, hold on. She--

she said that she put that in your pocket after the accident?

- Yeah. Anyway, I know that it was her--

- She didn't. - Would you just?

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Um, but she's lying

because I checked out all the CCTV footage from the hospital,

and you had exactly zero visitors.

And I know-- - That's not what she said.

Why would she lie about that?

- Well, maybe instead of driving around

with little old me, you should be asking her

what else she's lying to you about.

Don't you reckon?

- Yeah, you're right.

Yeah, stop the car.

Now.

[tyres screeching]

- Sorry. [chuckles]

- Leave your radio and your phone and get out.

- We're out in woop woop. Are you mental?

You said you didn't know how to drive a stick.

- I've watched you do it. Doesn't look that hard.

Come on.

[insects droning]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You wouldn't do this. You wouldn't leave me.

I--I could die out here.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You won't leave me here.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I'm telling you! You're not that guy!

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[engine grinds and shuts off]

[suspenseful music]

[engine grinding]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

No, wait! No, wait!

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Nothing ever happens in Burnt Ridge.

Now there's a bomb and a bloody shootout.

- Bad things follow bad people, Lemon.

We'll get to Luci Miller's place,

track down this Elliot Stanley, then we can all go home.

- I thought someone in your position

would be sitting behind a desk,

not driving up and down the country

doing mutt work, asking questions.

- Job's worth doing, you do it yourself.

- Is that how you got your foot in the door?

You know, to get to where you are?

- You thinking about a career in Major Crimes, Lemon?

- Oh, I don't know, I mean I don't have the experience,

and not many people up there look like me, right?

- Ah, you work hard and keep your head down.

It's all that matters.

- Thanks, sir. I really appreciate that.

- Of course you do 'cause it's good stuff.

Hold on a sec.

I'm just gonna pull over.

Nature calls.

[insects droning]

[pop music on car stereo]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Boy just come along ♪

♪ Hear me when I say ♪

[Sophie Ellis-Bextor's "Murder on the Dancefloor"]

♪ It's murder on the dancefloor ♪

♪ But you better not kill the groove ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ It's murder on the dancefloor ♪

♪ But you better not steal the moves, DJ ♪

♪ Gonna burn this goddamn house right down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know ♪

♪ I know there may be others ♪

[mailbox clattering]

♪ And so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so ♪

♪ And so you'll just have to-- ♪

[insects droning]

- Everything all right out there?

- Not everything is your damn business, Lemon.

[engine turns over]

[engine droning distantly]

- Hey!

Hey!

[engine revving]

[engine shuts off]

- Come on.

Figured you can help me find her,

given it's your job and all.

- Why would I get in the car with you?

I knew you wouldn't let me die.

- Let's go.

[sheep bleating]

- [inhales deeply]

- [grunts]

[blows air and sighs]

All right, then. McCoy.

- What is this?

- Well, the bloke who called

said you wanted the best available.

This is it.

[sheep bleating]

- Huh?

- We have a long way to go, hmm?

- Yeah, no, well, um,

Burnt Ridge is a full night's drive from here.

It's not the easiest in the dark, either.

You know, you gotta be on the lookout for roos and whatnot.

So, uh, what's the big rush anyway?

- Be aware of the fury of a patient man.

- Uh, right-o. [chuckles]

[sheep bleating]

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- This is where she lives? - That's what she told me.

♪ ♪

Come on, get out.

Hey, you're my hostage.

You can't just stay in the car. That's not how this works.

- Hostage.

That's not a very nice word to use.

Can't you just say Helen?

- You're my Helen?

Sounds weird.

[flies buzzing]

[knock at door]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

♪ ♪

Christ.

- Oh, boy.

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

[shudders]

Oh, potatoes.

This is not nice.

- I left him in a well.

Did he get someone to fucking crane him out or something?

♪ ♪

- Looks like someone slipped here.

♪ ♪

- What is it?

♪ ♪

- Different passports.

With different names.

- Let me see.

♪ ♪

- She's a real catch, this one.

She's one of those lovely girls with multiple identities.

♪ ♪

- Come on. We have to go.

♪ ♪

Hey, hurry up.

♪ ♪

- You realise that's the third dead body

you've left behind you now?

It's not a good look.

Look, you don't have to do this, okay?

I can just walk away. I'm not gonna say anything.

- Where's the closest airport? - Silverworth.

It's about 250 K's from here.

It's not that big. Maybe four, five flights a day.

Look, I've got people, Elliot, that miss me,

people that are gonna be wondering where I am,

why I haven't called.

- There's a flight in a few hours.

Get in.

I'm sorry, but just do.

[soft tense music]

[indistinct PA announcement]

♪ ♪

[horns honking]

[phone ringing]

- [speaking Hindi]

- Hi, um, sorry. Do you speak, um...

- English? Yes. Very well, madam.

Of course. - Great.

I need a car sent to an ashram in the hills.

It's a place called Sakut in Samra.

- Madam, that is very, very far away from here.

- Yeah. I know. I was there a few years ago.

It's one of those silent retreat-type places,

so they don't have any phones there.

You're kind of my last-- my last hope here.

- It really is very far, madam.

- I can pay you whatever it takes.

- Oh, of course, madam. Hold on a second.

Under what name shall I make the booking?

- Oh, sorry. I don't need collecting.

I actually just need your driver to do something for me.

- Of course.

Madam, may I ask, what is this regarding?

You know, just for the safety of my driver.

You understand, no?

♪ ♪

- Redemption.

♪ ♪

- Redemption?

Very good.

♪ ♪

[tyres screeching]

- Sorry. [chuckles]

Roadworks, so there might be a speed camera somewhere nearby.

See? There it is. Sneaky.

Yeah, it pays to be in traffic nerd sometimes.

[engine surging and tyres squeaking]

♪ ♪

Crap.

- Try it again.

[engine grinding]

- [sighs]

- Must've knocked something kind of whack

when I slammed on the brakes.

- No, no, no! We have to move!

- Okay, well, the car doesn't care

how much you wanna get there.

The car is just a car,

and it's buggered.

♪ ♪

- [groaning] Oh.

Is he dead?

- What do you think?

- Look, I'm not exactly good with dead stuff.

- Well go home.

- No, I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Throwing up at a crime scene is not a good look.

Listen, we've done all we can for now.

Just--just--I'll find somewhere local to stay.

Just leave it to me from here.

- Okay. Good. That sounds like a good idea.

[retching]

♪ ♪

- Say anything... - I know, all right? I know.

- Sorry, we're closed, mate.

- We'll pay whatever it takes.

I need to borrow some cash from you.

[music playing softly on stereo]

♪ ♪

We need a room for the night.

♪ ♪

- Cute couple.

- Oh, we actually--

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Mm?

♪ ♪

- Here. Have the honeymoon suite.

It's nice and private.

♪ ♪

- Sorry. I didn't really know what else to do.

- It's fine.

♪ ♪

What kind of coconut starts their married life out here?

I mean, me and my fiancé-- we're going to Florida.

He's always wanted to go to Disneyland.

- What about you?

- Well, I want to go to St. Petersburg,

see the Winter Palace.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- What normal person has so many fake passports?

I mean, Melanie Bunton...

♪ ♪

Geri Brown,

Mel Adams,

Victoria-- - Wait, stop.

Let me guess. Halliwell.

- What?

No. Why would-- - Chisholm then.

- Yeah.

- It's the Spice Girls.

Well, with all their surnames mixed up.

- The Spice Girls?

- Do you remember them?

Oh, well, you got yourself a real treat in store there.

Is there an Emma in there?

- No.

That'll be the one she took, then.

She'll be using the name Emma Halliwell.

You know, I can ask the station to call the airport and check,

but if I find out where she is, you--you have to let me go.

Okay?

- All right. Make it quick.

- Okay.

[phone line trilling]

- Freddie, hey. Yeah.

How am I?

Yes, still, uh, still in Burnt Ridge.

Uh, yeah, I just--

I need you to run the name Emma Halliwell,

see if anyone with that name checked in

at Silverworth Airport.

Yeah. I'll--I'll explain when I'm back.

Okay, thanks. Yeah.

She's on it.

- Good.

[notification chimes]

Text.

From Ethan. Is that your--your fiancé?

- Yeah.

Well, at least I still think he is, anyway.

[notification chimes]

- Needy.

- You know, I think I saw a Mexican place over the road.

- Yeah, all right.

You got anything less...

police-y to wear?

- Oh yeah. I have a spare shirt in the bag.

Ethan makes us carry a go bag in the car

in case we ever get stranded or something.

- How's that gonna help?

'Cause if you're stranded, where are you gonna go?

- Yeah, you know what?

I never really got that one either, to be honest.

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- You guys thirsty?

- Uh, I'll take a beer.

♪ ♪

- Um, water, please.

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

Actually, knickers to that. [chuckles]

Can I get a martini with, um,

with some of the juice from a can of olives in it?

I had it once, if that's not-- is that weird?

- Dirty martini?

- I don't--I don't know. What's that?

- What you just described.

- Oh. Uh, then yes, then.

- I'll go get your drink sorted

and come back and take your food order.

You guys want sombreros?

- No.

- Good.

'Cause we don't have any.

♪ ♪

- I don't normally drink, but being held hostage,

it didn't really feel like a water situation.

♪ ♪

- [sighs] This is--I don't-- I don't know what I like.

- So order everything. Figure it out.

♪ ♪

You're so obsessed with finding out who you were.

Why don't you start trying to find out who you are?

- By trying to decide what kind of Mexican food I prefer?

- It's a start.

♪ ♪

[phone line trilling]

- [slurping]

[phone line trilling]

- [slurping]

- Mm. Have you got one of these?

Metal. Good for the planet.

You know, I reckon we all do our part and you know,

one day we'll just get it sorted, you know?

Yeah.

[slurping]

- You say something?

- I'm going to sleep now.

- [slurping]

♪ ♪

- Mm.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- This one? This is so good. What's this one called again?

- Mm. That, my friend, is a burrito.

Fun fact alert: it means "little donkey" in Spanish.

- Hold on, am I-- am I eating a fucking donkey?

- No.

- Because I'm not okay with eating--

- No, no, no, no, no. [shop bell rings]

[soft tense music]

- What?

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Evening, folks.

♪ ♪

The nacho dippers any good?

- Actually, I need your help.

♪ ♪

I need you to take them, 'cause I need to stop eating them.

And they keep winking at me. - [laughs] Winking.

- So good. - Mm, yummy.

[laughter]

- Thanks. - All right.

- I'm gonna need one of those.

Um, martini for me?

[notification chimes]

Oh.

No prizes for guessing who that is.

- He wouldn't be impressed with this.

We're on trim team together. We are on a journey.

- Why? - 'Cause I need to be thinner.

- If you say so.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles] Come on.

You don't have to be nice to me just cause I'm your hostage.

- I thought we weren't using that word.

- He gave me an ultimatum. Ethan.

Come home or it's over.

He's probably right. I should stick to what I know.

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]

- What?

- It's just--anyone who gives you an ultimatum, it's...

♪ ♪

I don't know. It just doesn't seem right.

♪ ♪

- See, there is a person somewhere in there,

and he's not a bad guy.

He seems all right.

♪ ♪

- Thanks.

[sighs]

I wonder if I have ever tried one of these.

♪ ♪

Right. Well, I'm an alcoholic.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

[sighs]

[door slams]

- [snaps] ♪ Dirty martini ♪ - ♪ Martini ♪

- ♪ Dirty, dirty martini ♪ - ♪ Dirty martini ♪

- Shit. - [sighs]

- Shit. I'm actually pretty drunk.

I need to, um-- I need to lie down.

- Mm, me too.

[both sighing]

- [sighs]

- ♪ Dirty ♪ - ♪ Dirty martini ♪

- It's a good song.

- Mm, mm.

- Tell me something.

Tell me, like, a secret. - [chuckles]

Jeez. How old are we?

- I literarily don't know.

I could be, like, 64

with just really, like, great skin.

[laughter]

- Mm.

Okay, then.

But only if you do.

- I don't have any.

No.

No, wait. I--I do.

I keep having this, like, memory.

[soft dramatic music]

I don't know. I keep seeing it.

Like, pieces of a--of a woman.

♪ ♪

She's smiling at me.

♪ ♪

I don't know.

♪ ♪

- Do you know her? - Yeah.

I mean, I--I think so.

I think I know her really well.

And she's got, like, a...

a suitcase.

She's got someplace to be or somewhere to go or something.

- Mm.

♪ ♪

- Go on, then. Your turn.

- [sighs]

I tried to kill myself.

Spoiler alert. I didn't succeed.

- Fuck.

So sorry.

- Bit of a downer, I know.

I never done anything like that.

I just--

my dad was really sick, and I just,

I got so busy taking care of him.

Stopped taking care of myself.

When he died,

it just felt like someone turned out all the lights.

I just--

I couldn't see a way through.

♪ ♪

I promised myself that if I ever got out of that hospital,

I'd stop betting against myself

and just really give life a try, you know?

And Ethan, I mean,

he was there for me.

♪ ♪

I don't know, I just...

♪ ♪

Maybe that's why I stay with him. I--

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[rooster crows]

[phone ringing]

- Hi, how are you going?

- Okay, madam. I'm here.

Someone recognised photographs, so they take me there now.

- Oh, great. That's great. Thank you, Ahura. Thank you.

- Like you said, Madam,

this place practice silence at present,

so only you speak, not the other way around.

Understanding? - Shh!

- Yep. I understand. - Ah, okay. I, uh...

I think I am here. Huh.

- Sir... [speaking Hindi]

- Madam, you're on speaker. You talk, okay?

Uh...ah.

- Hi, you won't remember me, but we met a few years ago.

I need your help with something.

I'd like to talk to you about your brother.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [slurping]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Sorry. I don't speak foreign.

[suspenseful music]

- I noticed.

♪ ♪

- [slurping]

- [slurping]

[sighs]

- Pull over.

- Eh? What are you talking about?

- Pull over now. - Oh, all right.

All right, all right.

♪ ♪

Jesus Christ.

Hey mate, what's going on?

[slurping]

I mean, who you even talking to anyway?

[chuckles]

[screaming]

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[chicken clucking]

[phone ringing]

- Rogers.

- Yeah, I'm calling from

the Kalura Creek police department.

I was finishing up my shift here, and, uh,

I think I got eyes on that car registration

you put a call out for.

5XB 813?

- Okay. Sit tight, Constable.

I don't want you taking your eyes off that vehicle.

Anyone shows up, keep your distance.

Follow, don't approach.

It's a dangerous man driving that car.

- Understood.

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

♪ ♪

- Oh, shucks.

- Oh, fuck. Um...

did we? - I don't know.

Um, do--do--do you know?

- No. Uh, I don't know.

- No?

- I'm sure we--we just--

- Yeah, sure, yeah. Mm-hmm.

- Did your friend get back to you about the airport?

- Um.

- Oh, I've got it.

- Oh... oh.

- No, nothing.

- Um... I am... oh, I feel like hell.

I--[shudders]

I wanna curl up into a tiny, little ball and actually die.

- Well, um, I'm just gonna go and get the car.

Um, you can curl into your tiny, little ball

and actually die.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

- Yeah? - Just an update.

The bloke's pulled into a motel here,

the Dusty Moon motel just south of Kaloogie Street.

- Dusty Moon at Kaloogie, got you. I'm on my way.

♪ ♪

- Still here?

- Only 'cause I couldn't move without feeling sick.

[phone ringing]

Oh, it's my friend from the station.

Freddie. Hey.

No, no, it's--it's fine.

Yeah.

Uh, that's--that's good to know.

Yeah. I promise.

Okay. Thanks.

Uh, it took a little while to get it, but, um,

it seems that Emma Halliwell booked on a flight to Sydney

from Silverworth Airport, but never got on the plane.

- Where'd she go?

- I mean, my mate's trying to get CCTV footage

from the airport, maybe see which way she went,

what kind of car she got in,

but it could take a little while.

- I don't understand. What does she want?

♪ ♪

So what do we do now, then? - We wait.

♪ ♪

Try not to throw up.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing here?

- Reporting for duty, sir.

- What's that for? - It's--it's a salute.

- Do you know where the salute comes from?

Back in France, it's how the knights would greet each other.

They'd lift their visor to show their face

so they didn't accidentally kill their friends.

- That's really cool. - Yeah.

Except this isn't France, you are not a knight,

and we're not in the fucking army.

Now, like I said yesterday, I can take this from here.

- I'm not going anywhere, sir.

[phone ringing]

- Yep.

- He's still here. Do you know the address?

- Yeah, the Dusty Moon, Kalura. I've got it.

- Do you want me to approach?

- No, just keep your distance till I get there, Constable.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Hey, don't you have your call soon?

10:00 a.m. every day, right?

- Not today, no.

- Really? I thought it was more like a no-exceptions sort of--

- You're dismissed.

- But I want to learn.

- You will never be a detective.

Do you hear me? It is beyond you.

You don't have the stomach for it.

Now get out of my car.

- Righty-o.

[melancholy music]

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

- Rabbit.

- Hole.

- Banana.

- Bread.

- Um, bicycle.

- Wheels.

[dramatic music]

- Love.

- Death.

- Really?

- I don't know.

That's just what came to my head.

I mean, does this game even work?

[thunder rumbling]

♪ ♪

- Appreciate your help, Constable.

I'll take it from here. - Okay.

[thunder rumbling]

- Lake.

Come on, watched pot never boils and all that.

Lake.

- Boat.

- Happiness.

- Burrito.

- Well, it seems we have a winner.

Happiness for you is a burrito.

- I don't know where that came from.

- So that's what it takes to make you happy.

I mean, screw self-knowledge. Just give me a burrito.

Next time you're down, think of that.

Or I can just--I'll text you.

I'll just send you an emoji of a burrito,

and from that moment on,

you'll know that everything will be okay.

- Right. - [chuckles]

[car comes to stop outside]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, bollocks. - Shit.

♪ ♪

Oh, shit, shit.

I wrote down my number plate in Luci's trailer for the cops.

- You what? - Well, I was your hostage.

I wasn't sure if you-- - Police!

Come out with your hands in the air!

- Wait, wait, wait, it's not what you think!

♪ ♪

- Put the gun down and come out.

♪ ♪

- I got your back, sir.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- I'm proving myself to you. I'll call for backup.

- No. - Seriously? He's armed.

- Elliot Stanley,

this is Detective Inspector Lachlan Rogers!

Come out with your hands in the air!

- Jesus Christ.

- No, this isn't right. We need backup.

- Listen to me! Do not call them!

- Why wouldn't I do that?

- That is an order, Lemon!

- It's Lammon.

♪ ♪

I'm radioing in.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

- You need to come out now, Stanley, or I'm coming in!

- Wait, wait, wait!

- Time's up! - Hide.

Hide. He doesn't know you're here.

Just go.

♪ ♪

Okay, I'm coming out. - Slowly.

Put the weapon down.

Kick it away.

Where is she?

- Who? - The cop who owns that car.

- She ran. Christ knows where.

Come in and check if you don't believe me.

♪ ♪

- Back up.

♪ ♪

- Take your time.

We can wait for the actual police to show up.

- All right. I'm gonna need you to help me put him in the car.

- No.

- You're not exactly in a negotiating position here.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Move it!

[keyless entry chimes]

♪ ♪

- Why'd you do this?

- The guy with a gun doesn't have to answer questions.

Now come on. Anytime today'd be good.

♪ ♪

Close it up.

Get these on and get in the front.

♪ ♪

[dial pad chiming]

♪ ♪

[phone line trilling]

It's me. He's here.

- I'll text you where to meet us.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Whatever it they're paying you, hope it's enough.

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

[thunder rumbling]

♪ ♪

What do you want?

- It's not what I want. - Then who?

- Kosta Panigiris.

- Who's Kosta...Ponygiris?

I'm serious. I don't remember.

My mind is a blank fucking slate.

I don't remember anything.

- Well...

maybe that's for the best.

♪ ♪

[volume increases]

[both singing along]

[upbeat Greek rock music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat Greek rock music]

[ominous notes]

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[singing Greek lyrics]

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- [chuckles]

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