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REACHER: From the handiwork done
to Kliner's neck,

it's clear the South Americans
are from Venezuela.

How do you know that?

That's a Venezuelan butterfly cut.

Makes you asphyxiate and bleed out
simultaneously,

so you effectively drown
in your own blood.

Kliner must've had someone
in Venezuela.

Someone he was working with... or for.

Someone who's not happy with how messy
this has all become.

Someone with enough juice to take out
the person we thought was the boss.

A wise, gigantic man once told me,

"You don't put down a junkyard dog

"unless you know you have
a just-as-nasty backup hound."

Think they sent enforcement
up from Venezuela

to keep the trains running on time?

It's possible.

When was the last time
you were on a stakeout?

Kliner compound?

Change in leadership
can result in mistakes.

If it does, I want to be watching
when it happens.

We'll need a car.

Everyone in town knows mine,

and your Bentley isn't subtle.

-(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
-I'll take care of it.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHS) It's the station house.

The dung has officially hit the fan.

"The dung." (SCOFFS SOFTLY)

Just curse, Finlay.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(THUNDER ROLLING)

TEALE: I want all citizen
volunteers working the phones.

Stevenson, track down
the security footage

from the traffic cameras
at the end of Route 4

heading to Kliner's property.

And try and drum up some of that
Google satellite shit.

I... I don't think that's how Google
works, sir.

The people of Margrave
are losing their minds, son.

-Just get it done.
-Yes, Sir.

Hey, Baker.

Let's prepare a statement...

We are still in the, uh,
information gathering stages...

Et cetera, et cetera.

Everything we're working on,
including Morrison,

is back-burnered till we get a handle
on this situation.

-Where was he found?
-Office.

Secretary discovered him this morning.

Okay. Assume county forensics
are already there?

-They find anything?
-Nothing yet.

I'll head over.

You still think my dad's guilty,
you piece of shit?

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

KJ: Get your fucking hands off me!

Now, I'm gonna give you a do-over,
considering the circumstances.

But when I let you go,
if you take another swing,

this goes in a different direction
real fast.

-No. Settle down, settle down.
-You fuck!

You went after my father for murder.

You tried to sully
the name and reputation

of a man who has done nothing
but give to this community.

I know you're emotional,
and I'm sorry for your loss, KJ,

but I've never done anything
in this town but my job.

Fuck you, carpetbagger. (SPITS)

Oh, get in my office.

(SIGHS)

Maybe you should get some air.

And hold off
going to the crime scene just yet

till things cool down.

I'm sorry, did you just
tell your chief detective

to wait for a crime scene to go cold?

I told my chief detective
to take a beat.

You accused this town's
fairy-fucking-godfather of homicide

only to find out he's a victim
like all the others.

You don't have a lot of goodwill
'round here right now.

I'm doing you a favor.

So hit the bench,

I'll call you back in the game
soon enough.

(ENGINE REVS)

MECHANIC: That's quite a vehicle.

It gets me from A to B.

Got to be honest, I'm not too familiar
with British cars.

Just need the windows tinted.

Three days, at least.

I guess I'll need a loaner, then.

Yeah, we don't do loaners.

You sure?

Guess you could take my car
for the time being.

It ain't a Bentley, but,
it'll get you from A to B.

It's perfect.

I usually get Romas.

And these ain't ready yet.

Maybe next week they'll make
a decent sandwich.

How do you do it, Mr. Mosley?

Do what?

Stay here.

In Margrave.

You never thought it might be easier
somewhere else?

Thought it? (CHUCKLES) I knew it.

So why stay?

My family's been here
longer than the Kliners,

longer than the Teales
and just as long as Miss Roscoe's Kin.

Now, why should I let anyone drive me
from my town?

Only way they're pushing
me and my sister out is in caskets.

Even then,
we'll be in Margrave Cemetery.

Uh, the question ain't
why I'm still here,

it... it's why you ever came here
in the first place.

Margrave's a long way
from Harvard Square, Detective.

Reacher asked me the same thing.

-MOSLEY: Whatcha tell him?
-(BRAKES SQUEAL)

Same as I'm gonna tell you.

It's none of your business.

Next time bring me Romas.

Will do.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CODED KNOCK)

(LOCKS CLICKING)

Is it over?

No.

But I brought some backup.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Roscoe.

Oh. A little piece of Margrave.

You hanging on?

(SIGHS)

I'm hanging on by a thread.

Hope you know how to play
Settlers of Catan.

-It's Board Game Central in here.
-ROSCOE: That's good.

-Keeping 'em busy.
-For now. They're scared.

I mean, I'm scared, too.

Where are my manners?
Get you some water.

ROSCOE: Thank you.

She's a total mess.

This place was used
for a mob witness once.

Door's been reinforced, good alarm
system, but use your instincts.

You feel any danger, you grab
that family and you run.

Excuse me, girls.

All right, I'm gonna hit it.

I'll be in touch in a couple days.

Oh, that's okay. I have to go.

-Now, what are the rules?
-Thank you.

Both locks, no lights when we're
sleeping, and don't use the fireplace.

Good job.
You're gonna get through this.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything
you have done.

I'm leaving you in good hands.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

-(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
-(BLUES GUITAR SOLO PLAYS ON RADIO)

(RATTLING)

(BLUES CONTINUES PLAYING ON RADIO)

(WRAPPER RUSTLING)

Beef jerky?

In an enclosed space?

Protein, iron, zinc.

Doesn't spike your insulin.

I love jerky.

Neagley introduced me

-to the good stuff.
-(SIGHS)

So, Neagley.

She's a friend?

We served together in the 110th.

So she's a friend.

I guess you can call her that.

I did call her that.
Why can't you call her that?

I call her Neagley.

So, what's the deal with the 110th?

Long story.

You got somewhere to be?

Army let me put together my own
special investigations unit.

Pentagon thought it would fail,
which is why they put me in charge.

There were nine of us.

Where are the rest of them?

No idea.

-You weren't close?
-Very close.

Went through a lot together.

But that's when I was in the army.

And now?

I'm not in the army.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Barely talk to your brother for years.

Fall out of touch
with your army buddies.

How do you let go of people so easily?

-It's not healthy.
-You're one to talk.

Move on, Finlay.

I've seen trees lose rings
faster than you.

My wife's dead.

She died, and I...

...can't stop wearing the ring.

That's not what you told me.

All I told you
was her name was Sharon.

Never said you were right
about us being divorced.

Well, why didn't you correct me?

I don't correct anyone.

I don't need anyone's pity.

Everyone just assumes, a man like me,

grumpy, set in his ways...

Pain in the ass.

Pain in the butt.

They just figure she walked out on me.

Is that why you left Boston?

You try living in a city where
every place you look's a memory...

of the love of your life.

Every restaurant, every stop on the T,

all a kick in the gut.

(SIGHS)

A reminder of how I failed her.

Is that what you tell yourself?

I promised her I'd move heaven
and earth to make sure she got better.

(SIGHS)

Now I pay a mobile bill each month,

so I can hear her on the voice mail.

So, you're living above a smoke shop
when you're trying to quit smoking?

Wearing a tweed suit in Georgia
in the summer?

Taking a job in the middle of nowhere?

It's all some kind of penance for
you not being able to save your wife?

Something like that.

(SIGHS)

Well, that's stupid.

And if you really think that,
you're stupid.

Fuck you.

I like it when you curse.
You should do that more often.

Double fuck you twice.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Something's happening.

Kliner was murdered
less than 24 hours ago,

now his nephew's out
making deliveries?

Counterfeit reserves are running low
thanks to the Coast Guard blockade.

Tensions are up.

Buyers want their counterfeit cash.

That truck could be full of it.

Let's find out.

(ENGINE STARTS)

CHARLIE: Oh, my goodness.
It's almost midnight already.

You two, brush your teeth
and maybe we can play another game.

-Another game?
-(CHUCKLES)

Don't they get tired?

Yeah, I mean, I try to keep 'em up.

They go to sleep, the nightmares
start. They miss their dad.

I used to get nightmares.

[, uh...

I lost my dad when I was a kid, too.

Him and my mom, both.

God, what happened?

It was a car accident.

I was in the back.
It was a miracle I survived.

That's awful.

After, when I was in the hospital,

my, uh, meemaw
would read me Harry Potter.

"Cause Harry gets told that
his parents died in a car accident,

but really they're wizards who died
trying to save him

and make the world a better place,
SO...

I'd lie to myself and pretend that
my parents were wizards

who died trying to do
those same things.

And you wanted to be like them.

Is that why you became a cop?

That was the idea.

You know, they're gonna be okay.

Kids are resilient.

And they are lucky to have you.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

Thank you.

What's going on?

What do you see?

Fuck.

Get the girls' shoes on and wait by
the cellar door.

You hear me yell,

you take off for the woods
and don't stop running.

FINLAY: And... we're in Tennessee.

Guy hasn't taken so much
as a bathroom break.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO)

Hey, drop back,
you're getting too close.

I'm fine.

You have to hang back further
than a normal tail.

My distance is perfect.

You're a giraffe in a Grand Caravan.
Drop back.

You know how many times
I've tailed someone?

I've been watching you for hours,

and based on how you've been doing it,
I'd say not that many times.

Just sit there and wear your suit.

DJ: Here's T-Bone Walker with
Goin' to Chicago Blues.

(SIGHS) Come on.
I can't take another blues song.

This is T-Bone Walker.

Founding father of one of the most
unique African-American art forms.

I thought T-Bone was white.
You sure he was Black?

T Bone Burnett was white.
Walker was Black.

Come on, Finlay.

There's got to be something else.

Let's see what they got here.

-No. No.
-(SIGHS)

Here we go.

(CLASSIC ROCK SONG PLAYING)

Best opening to any rock song ever.

What are you... What are you doing?

Got to say, white guys don't get
their due. They can rock out.

He's changing lanes. Exit up ahead.

On it.

-(INSECTS TRILLING)
(OWL HOOTS)

(BIRD WHISTLES)

(TWIG SNAPS)

(MAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

-(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
-ROSCOE: Shit.

Run!

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(PANTING)

(QUIETLY) Over here.

-(PANTING)
-Over here. Over here.

Get down to the brush. Hide.

Okay. I'm gonna lure them away.

-No.
-Yes. Do it.

There's a fire road not too far
east from here.

Meet me at the first mile marker
you come to.

-Hide.
-Okay.

(WHISPERS) Don't move.

(PANTING)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTING)

(MAN GROANING)

(GASPS)

(DEVICE BEEPS STEADILY)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(GROANING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(DEVICE CONTINUES BEEPING)

(PANICKED GRUNTING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

-(EXPLOSION)
(GRUNTS)

REACHER: Long drive, emotional day.

He'll be asleep within two minutes.

What about that guy?

What am I, an eagle?

Half asleep.

His monitor's blocking his view
to the parking lot anyway.

REACHER: Let's do this.

Keep lookout. I'll pick the lock.

Rolling up that door
will make a racket.

I got a better idea.

What are you gonna do?

Tops of these trucks are made
with thin vinyl to reduce the weight.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS) Keep it down.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Reacher.

Reacher.

(WHISPERS) What?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

I'll call Tennessee authorities,

have this thing impounded
within the hour.

No point.

Truck's empty.

If you have any idea what's going on,
feel free to share.

We got it wrong.

He wasn't shipping money out.

Well, what is he doing

besides driving around for hours
to deliver nothing.

I don't know, but Joe did.

Joe can't help us now, Reacher.

So we talk to the people
who were helping Joe.

The professors.

They're unreachable.

Not anymore. Should've landed
a few hours ago.

How did you know that?
You didn't even look at your watch.

-(DIALING PHONE)
-It's predawn, so...

-(LINE RINGING)
-Guess we'll just leave a message.

-Hopefully somebody...
-WOMAN: Hello?

Oh, hey. Sorry.

Was looking for William Bryant?

Uh, who is this?

A former student,
looking to reconnect.

I'm so sorry.

I honestly don't even know
how to say this, he...

Professor Bryant
was killed this morning.

What happened?

He was mugged.

Got back from a late flight,

took his dog for a walk, and...

I'm his assistant.

I was here working on a paper
through the night.

And now I'm sitting here numb
since I heard the news.

I'm sorry. (CLEARS THROAT)
My condolences.

Thank you.
(VOICE BREAKING) I have to go.

They got to him fast.

Let's hope they didn't get to both.

(DIALING PHONE)

(LINE RINGING)

WOMAN: (SIGHS)
It's 5:00 a.m. This better be good.

Professor Castillo?

Yes?

This is Jack Reacher.

You were working with my brother Joe.

I'm coming to New York.

Now do everything
I'm about to tell you

if you still want to be alive
by the time I get there.

(EXHALES)

Charlie?

Charlie?

It's safe. (SIGHS)

They won't be coming after us.

Thank you.

Girls.

Girls, come on. It's okay.

It's okay. She twisted her ankle.

Come on.

-The bad news is we got to keep walking.
-(GROANING IN PAIN)

I'm gonna call Picard, have him
meet us at a diner I saw on my way in.

It's a few miles up the road,

but it's gonna be safer in public.

We'll hike through the tree line,
stay hidden.

You rolled that ankle good,
didn't you?

Tell you what...

All aboard the Conklin Express.

You okay?

Ready? One, two, three.

-(GRUNTS)
-Get up there. Good job.

Okay.

Who's tougher than the Hubble ladies?

Nobody.

That is damn right.

Let's move.

Okay. Come on.

CHARLIE: Watch your head.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)

(P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES)

Yeah, probably wouldn't have
gotten this past TSA.

If you reach out to Picard,
see how everyone's holding up.

Roscoe's tough.

I'm sure she's fine.

Here. Just keep that there.

Okay.

They're out cold.

It's, uh, it's fear
more than exertion.

Adrenaline like that
knocks you right out.

I don't know how we got here.

We aren't bad people.

I know that.

Charlie...

I have to tell you something.

You've been manipulated.

Paul left his job at Axis Financial
over a year ago.

He hasn't been working at the bank
ever since then.

Everything he told you...

...was a lie.

Whatever's going on...

he was involved.

I have known...

exactly where my husband
has been working,

and not working,
every day of his life.

You said you didn't know anything.

I was protecting my family.

But since we were
just shot at in a forest,

I'd say that ship has sailed.

Do you want to hear how our lives
were ruined, Officer Conklin?

Considering I was shot at, too,
I think I'm owed that courtesy.

Mr. Kliner wanted to meet Paul.

Paul was excited.

Kliner's an important man.

Sit.

Paul.

My business deals almost exclusively
in manufacturing.

Consequently, I deal with suppliers
and vendors

who offer me favorable terms
if I can operate in cash.

It's all legal
and above board on my end.

Now, whether those guys declare
what I pay them... (CHUCKLES)

Well, that's between them and the IRS.

Okay, I still don't see how someone
like me can help your company.

I need expertise moving
hard currency around

as a way to ensure
those favorable terms.

Well, word around town
is that you've been

interviewing for positions
at other institutions.

I would love to throw
Kliner Industries' hat in the ring.

That's incredibly flattering.

I've... I've really only worked in
traditional finance, though,

and, you know, for banks.

Yeah. I understand your hesitation.

It's something new, unexplored.

That's what makes life exciting,
right?

Yes.

So...

This is what I'm thinking.

I got big clients in Venezuela.

Why don't you come down
with me next week.

Check out his operation,
see how things work.

Corporate culture, all that.

See if this is a line of work
that might be up your alley.

I'll pay you generously for your time.

Two weeks' pay...

one day's work.

CHARLIE: Paul never should
have gone to Venezuela.

So...

How was lunch?

I'm a sucker for plantains.

(CHUCKLES) Me, too.

I got to watch myself
around those things.

-And the work?
-Good.

Uh, I mean, your client's needs
are significant,

but, uh, I think I put a dent in it.

-May 1?
-Of course.

You were able to move that much
currency in just a few hours?

You sure this was all legal?

(CHUCKLES) A hundred percent.

I'm just real good at my job.

That's for damn sure.

Can you send those, uh,
transfer confirmations to me?

Of course.

-(COMPUTER BEEPS)
-Done.

Look, Paul.

I want you at my company.

I need you at my company.

And I don't want to waste time
and I don't want to negotiate.

I'll pay you four times
your current salary

plus a 50% year-end kicker.

But before the ink can dry on this,

you know, my client wants to meet you.

It's about a half mile walk
to his horse farm.

Come on, it's a beautiful country.

It'll be good to stretch your legs.

Let's do it.

You like horses, Paul?

(CHUCKLES) I do.

HUBBLE: Are these all racehorses?

KLINER: Mostly retired.

They're just here to eat, sleep and...

well, fuck out new champions.

Yeah.

HUBBLE: Not a bad life.
KLINER: Oh, they love it.

But not at first.

No, these are animals that are
used to running

as hard and as fast as they can,

racing and training,
and training and racing.

And then, one day,
they're locked in a stall,

and they revolt.

They bite. They gnaw at the gate.

They slam against the walls
trying to break "em down.

And then, one day...

they just stop.

They just stop.

You want to know why?

Okay.

Because they accept
that they're trapped.

They know there's nothing they can do
to escape their fate.

And they realize that their new life
isn't that bad.

You know why I'm telling you this?

No.

That money that you moved today,

you may have tried
to do everything legally,

but that was an impossible task,

because every cent of every dollar

was tied to an international
counterfeiting scheme

of which you are now part.

I'm able to pay you so far above
market value, because, frankly...

I am my own printing press.

You're... You're kidding.

This is a joke.

This is as serious a situation
as you've ever been in, Paul.

You helped me launder millions
in illegal tender,

and then you sent me the evidence.

I have your email, your IP address,
your work product.

You are in this now.

I know what you're thinking.

You want to run,

just like all the horses
in here want to run.

Go tell the cops.

Have your wife wire you money.

Find a private plane out of here

and back to the U.S.
where everything's safe.

Let me tell you something.

No place is safe.

You tell anyone,

you're looking at 30 years minimum
for what you did today.

I c-can't...

-I can't do this.
-Can't do what?

Can't get rich beyond
your wildest dreams

for just banging away on your laptop?

Well, here's the deal.

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm going to protect you
from yourself.

I'm gonna leave you in here
for a while,

so that you don't run off
and do anything stupid.

And when all that fear
is out of your system,

I think you're gonna find

that not only can you do I,

you'll want to do it.

In the meantime, Paul...

don't gnaw at the gate.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(HORSES SNORT AND NICKER)

(INSECTS TRILLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

-W-What's going on?
-Come here.

-(GRUNTING)
-(HORSES NEIGHING)

Please, please. Please help me. (GRUNTS)

(SOBBING)

No. No. (GASPING)

He wouldn't listen to Mr. Kliner.

This, this is what happens
to you and your family

if you don't do what you are told.

MAN: No, no, no!

-No, no.
-No!

(VOICE SHAKING) You see a man...

crucified and castrated
in front of you,

you do what you're told.

Paul did what he was told,
and they killed him anyway.

I can't let them be next.

I will not let that happen.

(HORN HONKING)

Let's go.

Okay, come on.

Come on, girls.

-What the hell happened?
-They found us.

-How?
-No idea.

I took care of it.

Okay. Well, we can't
take any more chances.

I'll be with you until
we can figure out what to do next.

Okay.

(DISPATCHER SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE
OVER RADIO)

(SCOFFS)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Yes, sir.

Up ahead on the left.

Okay.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

-Can I help you?
-I need a suit.

(SCOFFS) I don't know
I have enough fabric.

I don't have time for jokes.
I need something now.

A football player on the Giants,
he never pick up a custom job.

You want a pocket square?

Okay.

Yeah, we got a problem.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

The guy'll be out by tomorrow anyway.

I know.

August 26... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

May I help you, sir?

I'm here to see my client,
Stephanie Castillo.

I believe she's under your protection.

Yeah, what exactly
is going on with her?

She just insisted we take her in,

something about a murder,
how she's in danger.

Now she won't say anything to us.

I promise, Sergeant Diaz,

I'll fill you in
after she and I speak.

You have my word.

All right. Follow me.

Right this way.

(KNOCKING)

Wow, there really was something in
the water at that Reacher house, huh?

My condolences for the death of your
Princeton colleague.

Thank you.

My condolences for the death
of your brother.

How did you and Joe know each other?

Um...

We collaborated
over the last few years.

He was brilliant,

and he also knew what he didn't know,
which made him even smarter.

His job would require my expertise
from time to time.

International and domestic
monetary policy.

Yeah.

But Joe contacted me
and Professor Bryant

for a specialty
that we don't advertise.

We were the only two academics
in the U.S.

specializing in the theoretical
effects of MUC,

Mass Undetectable Counterfeiting,

on a global economic scale.

Is that a big problem these days?

Yeah,
it's bigger than you might think.

Do you know that 80%
of existing U.S. currency

is in hundred-dollar bills?

I mean, I don't know about you,

but 80% of the money that I see
every day, it's not C-notes.

So, where's all that cash?

Abroad.

Underground economies.

Drugs. Arms. Human trafficking.

Not exactly credit card friendly,

but they all have
a denomination of choice.

The American hundred-dollar bill.

We have the most stable currency
on the planet.

It acts as a reserve against
all others.

Nobody's in the market for a fake
Ugandan shilling.

The U.S. hundred is the Holy Grail
of counterfeiters.

Now, if a fake is good enough,

it's called a superbill.

North Korean government has an entire
department devoted to creating one.

But if it's that stable,
it must be difficult to replicate.

Yeah, well,
there are security features.

Strips, holograms, specific dyes.

But all of that, if someone is
determined and talented enough,

all of it can be replicated.

The key is the paper.

Now, Joe, he made it impossible
to get that paper.

Made it so that only one company
in the U.S.

has statutory authority to manufacture
paper for the U.S. Mint,

and that location is locked down
tighter than Fort Knox.

However, Joe discovered

superbills were being manufactured
somehow anyway.

He thought it was taking place
somewhere in Georgia.

Made in Georgia?

Like Coca-Cola and peanuts.

What is it?

My partners and I...

we had the system backwards.

They're not making money in Venezuela
and shipping out to the U.S.

They're making money in the U.S.
and shipping out to Venezuela.

I have to go.

I didn't realize it was Venezuela.

You find out where they're getting
the paper to do it,

and you will stop whatever Joe was
trying to stop.

You know you'll have to stay
in police custody

until all of this is dealt with.

It's for your safety.

I understand.

How are you gonna take down
whoever's doing this?

Painfully.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What branch of the military
were you in?

Your shoes are tied
with a ladder lace.

Pants, military hem.
Cuff sleeves extended exactly

to the center of your wrist bone.

Army. First Lieutenant.

Major Jack Reacher.

110th Special Investigations, retired.

-Nice to meet you, sir.
-I need your help, Lieutenant.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm just trying to do the right thing.

Two federal agents, multiple cops,

and several civilians are dead.

I'm working the case privately with
a police force down south.

My brother, Joe Reacher,

worked in the Secret Service.
You can look him up.

You can look me up, too,
check my record.

You'll see I'm not one to waste time
or make up stories.

That woman in there is in danger.

I need you to make sure
she's protected

until you get a phone call
from me and only me.

It needs to be off the books,
it needs to be quiet.

I can count on you, Diaz?

Sir, yes, sir.

WOMAN: Oh!
MAN: Whoa!

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(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(CHOKING)

(INDIE ROCK SONG PLAYING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

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