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[engine screeching]

[baby crying]

- Vanessa?

Have you seen my wife my wife Vanessa?

My wife, Vanessa, in 17A!

- Mallone.

[mumbles]

Hey, Ed. You okay?

You okay? Go, go, go.

[baby cries]

- Gloria?

Have you seen Gloria?

Gloria, have you seen Gloria?

Gloria. Gloria!

[coughs]

- You guys all right?

- We're fine. Her friend is missing.

[sobs] - You have to help me find her.

- We will, it's all right.

[suspenseful music]

[birds chirping]

[creature roars]

- Ahhh!

Oh my god.

Ahhh!

- Ahhh! - It's gonna be okay.

Help, someone!

- I can't breathe.

You're gonna be all right.

- Lie still, lie still.

Grab me a bandage.

- Ahhh!

- Okay, we need to apply pressure.

Apply pressure.

- Hey wait, wait, wait, we're doctors.

- They're doctors, move out of there.

- Is she gonna be okay?

- Let's take a look.

- Major lacerations.

- Check the femoral arteries.

- There's too much blood. - Hold on, hold on.

- No pilots.

- No cockpit.

It's only part of the wreckage.

[baby crying]

- No radio.

- Help! Help!

Somebody help me, help me!

- It's all right, we got you, we got you.

- I can't move, help me.

- Give me a hand.

- Come on, please.

- Yeah, use that lever.

- Come on, come on.

[cries]

- It's all right, we got you. - Nice and easy

- It's all right. - You all right?

- Have you seen my wife?

- I want you to sit down.

I saw some women over there, I'm sure she's fine.

- She's pregnant.

- You're cut.

- I'm okay.

- No, it might get infected, here.

Put this on and apply pressure,

look after her, okay?

- Okay. - You all right there, buddy?

[suspenseful music]

Ease up there, buddy.

Ease up, it's all right.

It's all right.

- Ow. - Sorry, I'm sorry.

Here, hold this.

- Take some deep breaths.

Let's get some blood to your head, all right?

- I'm okay.

- Don't worry about the suitcase.

- I'm okay.

- It's okay. Deep breaths, you all right?

- I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

Just back off, will ya?

Back off!

JOHN: Fair enough.

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- I think our plane hit that bluff.

- I think you're right.

There's probably more wreckage on the other side.

Maybe more survivors.

- I'm gonna go look for the cockpit.

- Hey, John Roxton.

- Ed Malone.

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- We need to get the survivors out of here right now.

- And I told you, these people have serious injuries.

We can't move them.

- That engine's still on fire.

You wanna be around if it explodes?

- I think I found the rest of the plane.

- Where?

- It's in the jungle, over the ridge.

- How far?

- I can't tell. About a mile?

It's pretty far away.

- We should go, radio an SOS.

- No, nobody leaves.

- We have to send for help.

- Pilots already did that.

- We don't know that.

We don't know where the pilots are,

let alone what they did.

- See the smoke?

You can see it for miles.

The rescue planes will see it.

- What rescue planes?

- This is bullshit, I'm leaving.

My wife isn't here.

I'll go with you, who's going?

- We need to find Gloria.

- Janine's hurt.

We have to stay here.

- I'll go.

- We should all go.

This place isn't safe.

We'll find the transmitter and send for help.

- What are you doing?

- We're going to the other crash site.

- You don't think we should stay here?

- No, I've got all the shots I need.

The story's out there.

- What story?

We work for the travel section.

- I've been to Baghdad and Somalia.

I'm not scared of this little jungle.

- I think we should stay here.

- Then stay.

This isn't a date, Ed.

Don't be a pussy, Eddie.

- I'm staying.

Take Lucia and go with them.

- What?

- If there is a rescue plane,

it's gonna go to where the transmitter is,

not here.

- I don't wanna leave you.

- Just make sure they come back for me, all right?

- Who the hell put you in charge?

- I did.

Everybody.

- Hey,

jungle's dangerous.

You people don't know what you're doing.

You're gonna die.

- Not today we're not.

Not today.

Let's move it out.

[suspenseful music]

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- I gotta go back.

- I can't take you now.

We gotta push forward.

It's too dangerous to go back by yourself.

- You'll have Lucia to help you.

I gotta go back.

[gentle music]

- I guess there are a lot of spiders out here.

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[hissing]

[birds chirping]

[hissing]

[camera clicks]

- What is this? Moss?

- No, don't touch that.

- Ahhh!

WOMAN: Get him out of there!

- Jacob, see if he's all right.

- Pull, pull it!

Oh, holy shit.

- Oh my god.

[hissing]

- What is that?

- Mallone, behind you.

[screeching]

- Ahh! Ahh!

Ahhh!

- Everybody, out now.

Out.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

[orchestral music]

[screams]

- She's hyperventilating.

- Relax, relax, relax, relax.

Close your mouth, breathe through your nose.

Close your mouth, breathe through your nose.

Breathe through your nose,

that's the way.

Deep breaths, close your mouth.

Close it, that's good.

Put your hands to your face.

Breathe in and hold it for five.

Breathe out and hold it for five.

Good. That's the way.

Mallone, stay close.

Everybody,

we stick together, tight.

Don't touch anything, don't wander off.

Get to the cockpit, we radio for help.

And then we wait.

You good?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

Let's just go.

- Stay close.

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- All the communication equipment's gone.

- Black box?

- Gone.

Wait a second.

- What?

- See that?

It says TransCon Airlines.

- We flew Black Ford.

This isn't even our plane.

- Two planes crash at exactly the same place.

- What are the chances?

It's getting dark.

Believe it or not,

the jungle becomes more dangerous at night.

We should wait 'til the next morning.

- Then what?

We searched the cockpit.

- It's all we can do.

- What do we tell the others?

- We're fucked.

- The plane hit the ridge on the way down.

The wreckage can't be far.

- Yeah, how do you know that?

What are you, FAA?

- If this isn't our cockpit, then where did it come from?

- Obviously, another plane crashed here.

- Maybe we hit it.

- No, this wreckage is much older.

- We stay here for the night,

there's a storm coming,

we can use the plane for shelter.

- Then what?

Wander around the jungle some more?

- You have a better idea, sweetheart?

- I say we keep moving.

If you don't think it's far,

we need to keep looking for it.

- She's right.

We're burning daylight sitting on our asses here.

I say we keep moving.

- Well the jungle predators come out at night.

- I don't know what could be much worse

than a giant spider.

[distant roar]

- Stay, I vote we stay.

- I think you're right, Eddie.

[dramatic music]

- Want a peanut?

- Peanuts? No.

No peanuts.

If I never see another bag

of goddamn jip-joint airline peanuts in my life,

my miserable fuckin' life,

I think I'll be just fine.

Keep your fuckin' peanuts.

EDDIE: Scratch yourself?

- Hm? Oh, it's nothin'.

- It can get infected.

- I'm okay.

- Eddie.

[rustling]

[grunting]

What are you creeping around like that for?

- I'm not.

Just saw your fire.

- Well you should stick with us.

There's safety in numbers.

- I'm doin' all right on my own.

- Did you see anything?

- No.

- Do you think we can find the radio?

- [sighs]

Well, our best bet is to try to find the flight recorder.

- Black box?

- Yeah.

It emits a continuous homing signal

to crash investigators, rescue teams.

- Well the cockpit's gotta be somewhere nearby.

- Yeah, damn it,

if I just knew the speed and the altitude of the plane

before it broke apart.

I'm sure I could pinpoint the exact location.

- Are you some sort of flight crash investigator?

- Somethin' like that.

- Then what's your best guess?

- Not more than 50 miles.

In any direction.

- Oh, good.

I thought you were gonna say it was far away.

- We should find some palm leaves and cover up the holes

in the fuselage,

but stick together.

[thunder rumbles]

[suspenseful music]

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- God, I was dressed for vacationing,

not Amazon adventuring.

- I don't know, I think you look pretty good.

[leaves rustle]

- Oh my god, it's a snake.

- That's not a snake.

- Ahh!

Let me go!

Get this thing off of me, Jesus Christ!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Ahhh!

[yelling and grunting]

Oh my god!

Ahhh!

Get it off of me!

Get it off me! Ahhh!

- Everybody, we need to get out of here right now.

To the lake!

- Ah!

[body thuds] - Ahh!

- Ed, Ed.

[coughs]

- I'm down here.

- You all right?

- I don't know.

- Here.

What is it?

Well? Well?

- Do you have a rope or something up there?

- Hang on, we'll find something.

- Never mind, there's a ladder.

- A what?

- See? We're not alone.

- I think you guys gotta come down here and see this.

- See what?

[suspenseful music]

What the hell is that thing?

- Some sort of reptile.

Its wingspan looks big enough

to create enough lift to support its weight.

- So a living one of these things could actually fly.

- Potentially, yes.

WOMAN: Where are you guys?

- Stay back there.

We'll be up in a second.

Eddie,

look at those spears.

They're covered with primitive tribal markings.

This is a trap.

[gasp]

- Oh my god.

What is that?

- Calm down, hey, calm down.

- No, I wanna know what that is.

- Okay, I don't know, we don't know.

- I wanna leave, now.

No, no, I can't keep doing this.

I didn't sign up for this, all right?

I mean, I'm sorry that I'm not some globetrotting reporter,

I'm a waitress from Tehachapi, California.

And since we've gotten here,

I have seen a giant spider,

a man-eating vine,

and we are now standing in a pit,

staring at something that, for the lack of a better word,

looks like a fucking dragon.

- Look at me, okay?

Look at me.

We've gotten through this,

tay by my side and I'll protect you.

- You promise?

- I promise.

We've gotten this far.

You've seen the worst of it, okay?

- Okay.

[fire crackles]

[suspenseful music]

- Ahhh!

[grunts]

[screaming]

[gasps]

- How long did we sleep?

- Long enough.

Looks like you could use something to eat.

- What...

- If I tell you, you won't eat it.

- What is it?

- Chanterelle.

- What's chanterelle?

- It's a fungus off a tree.

Told ya.

- No, no.

You first.

- Mm, delicious.

- Where are we?

- I don't know.

- [gasping]

- Summerlee? Summerlee.

Summerlee?

Summerlee?

Summerlee?

Guys, guys.

Guys, guys!

- She's infected.

Ed, go into Challenger's pocket and get the knife.

[gun cocks]

- How you goin' with that knife, Mallone?

- What are you doing?

- Sterilizing the blade as best I can.

Hold her down.

- [screams]

- You probably don't want to look at this.

Hold her down.

[screams]

- We'll need to sterilize it.

- We could use a maggot tourniquet.

- Excuse me?

- Trapping fly larva into the wound.

The maggots eat away the infected tissue and bacteria.

- It's a real backwood method.

[sobs]

- It's a pretty advanced infection.

[groans]

Does anyone have anything to hold this with?

- Here.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Is she gonna be all right?

- Too soon to tell.

We'll need to keep her from moving.

- No, we keep moving.

I don't think any of us wanna stay around here.

[distant roar]

- Oh my God. Ah!

We should definitely go.

- She needs to rest.

- I gotta move.

I can go.

- We need to go.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, I got an idea.

- What's that?

- Why don't you use that gun next time we're being chased

by giant bugs.

- Giant bugs?

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- I should walk.

- Nonsense.

First class ticket, all the way.

- Wait, stop.

These are markings.

WOMAN: Another trap?

- Yeah, but a big one.

Let's cut over this way.

- That one's bigger than the last.

What the hell are they trying to kill that's that big?

- I don't wanna know.

[birds chirping]

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- Ahh!

[gentle music]

- You seem to know more than the doctor.

- I've just been around a bit, that's all.

- An adventurer?

- Of sorts, yeah.

- Thanks,

It's been working through everything.

- I'm sure it has.

- No.

You don't understand.

This camera's my life.

Without it I'm...

- What?

Just some poor sap in the Amazon trying to survive?

- I think I found the plane!

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- That's not our plane, dear.

- What do you mean?

- It's an F-18 Navy fighter jet.

- That was our rescue plane.

- No, it's old.

Look at all the plant growth around it.

- It's been here a while.

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- Hey guys?

- Is the radio there?

- No, it's been stripped.

- Move on then.

- No.

- It still has the bombs.

EDDIE: Yeah.

- Do you think they're working?

- Malone?

- You don't understand, we could launch this thing,

send out a rescue signal. Get a rescue plane out here.

- Or shoot it down.

- No, I like what you're thinkin' Malone.

A giant flare.

Anyone know how to hot wire a bomb?

- Can I give you a hand?

- Yeah, I guess I could let you help me.

But the inner-mechanism

of a spare missile is highly classified.

After we're finished, I'd probably have to shoot you.

- Good deal.

I'll be over here.

- That guy's got a gun and cigars.

Bastard.

- That's it?

- It's non functional.

But a paperweight now.

I can't get it to work.

- You can't?

Or won't?

- Look pal, I wanna get out of here just as much as you do.

- Okay, wait, what about the tracking mechanism?

Can we reverse it and send out a signal?

- I suppose I could rip the radar box off of it,

but I still doubt I could get it to work.

- Maybe I can.

I have a degree in mechanical engineering.

- So let him do it.

- All right, well, with that in mind,

let's just get to the highest ground possible.

[birds chirping]

- How's that transmitter coming?

- Nothin'.

[music soars]

- It's gonna have to do.

Let's bunker down.

- Where's he goin'?

- Reception, probably.

Here.

Any luck?

- I'm thinking.

- Is it working?

- No, I got the light to work,

but even if I was to get this thing to work,

we'd still need a satellite to take the signal

in from the other side.

More importantly, someone to receive it.

I mean these things, these planes are from the '70s.

I doubt the protocol for these types of things

still exists.

- So it's not looking good.

- Well if anybody responds, it's gonna be military.

[thunder rumbles]

- So what's so fuckin' important about that briefcase?

- It's work.

- I don't think work's important anymore.

[thunder rumbles]

Got a sandwich in there next to the gun and smokes?

- I'm so hungry.

- I don't think there's anything to eat down there, sweetie.

[sighs]

- This place is surreal.

It's not right, it's out of place.

I mean I've traveled all over the Amazon,

and I've never seen anything like this.

[thunder rumbles]

- You mean like the land that time forgot?

[laughs]

- We crashed on the beach,

the only part of the Amazon that faces the ocean

is the east.

So we've been travelling due west.

And the sun's been setting behind us.

Explain that.

- Look.

You're our leader.

Everyone looks to you for answers.

We need your strength.

You can't lose it, man, not now.

- Just in front of you, buddy.

Just in front of you.

- Hey, we're gonna find that cockpit.

That radio is gonna work.

We need to believe that if we expect the others to.

[ woman screams]

- Ed. - Look after her.

- What is it? What's in there?

- We have to get out of here. Come on, come on.

[dramatic music]

- Cover me.

- Come back.

Get against the wall.

Go, go, get out.

Get out, go.

Go, go, get out of here.

- Ahh! - We have to get out of here!

Come on! Come on!

- Go, go. - My camera.

[distant screams]

- Here.

- John.

Nooo!

No!

♪

[camera flashes]

Wait, no, no, run, run.

[screams]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

[grunt]

♪

[tribal drum music]

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♪

[man speaks foreign language]

[speaking foreign language]

[men converse in foreign language]

[speaking foreign language]

♪

- What's it like?

- Does it matter?

[rustling]

- Hey.

Don't be scared.

- I doubt he speaks English.

- English?

- Where did he come from?

- Are there more of you down here?

He's fuckin' freakin' me out.

- Mallone?

- Hey, take it easy. Get off.

- Maybe he doesn't speak.

- Maybe I have nothin' to say.

- What's your name?

- Names don't matter.

Don't matter.

- What is this place?

- This is hell, man.

You're in hell.

There are no survivors.

Planes falling.

I can't remember my name.

You know my name?

- We're wasting time here.

ED: Maybe he knows something. - Shut up.

What do you know you little piece of shit?

Talk! Talk!

- The sacrifice.

You're the sacrifice.

The sacrifices keep the winged ones with us.

The winged ones keep him away.

Must keep him away, that's the plan.

Everything is not the plan.

It's jack, man.

- Sacrifice?

- He's talkin' nonsense.

He's fried.

Jungle drugs.

- Thought something in the hut smelled familiar.

What? I'm from California.

- Wait a second,

you spoke their language, how?

- It's part of my mission.

Look, I tried to negotiate our release, all right?

- Yeah, and that worked out well for us.

- Quiet, they're coming back.

[man speaks foreign language]

- Ahh! What are they doing?

- Dana.

♪

- What is going on?

[low music]

♪

[muttering]

- Chrissy, Taylor, what are you doing?

- Wait. - Summerlee.

[speaks foreign language]

[speaks foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[sizzling] - Ahhh!

[laughs]

[speaking foreign language]

- Would you be more comfortable if I spoke English?

- Well I didn't think you did.

- You don't speak our language very well.

- Thanks.

- Olo doesn't like you.

Perhaps you thought speaking our language

you could get what you want.

But here, only Olo gets what he wants.

- Are you his wife?

- I'm one of them.

Olo has many wives.

But perhaps he fancies me most.

- Why'd you bring me here?

- Because,

I fancy you.

- Where are the others?

- They kept them.

Guess I didn't make the cut.

- You know I saw our cockpit on the ridge below.

- You sure it's ours?

- Same markings, same plane.

You know that crazy guy just coming out the front gate.

He went down below.

There must be another way out.

- Then we go.

- Holy shit.

- Is this from the plane?

- It's everything from the planes.

- Can you make it work?

- I don't know.

This is a radiometry radar.

Used for the detection of a target.

It's from a drone aircraft.

This.

This is a radar indicator.

It's probably taken from an RF-4 Phantom fighter jet.

- So it can help?

- Sure, we can probably do something with this,

it's just all taken apart.

- No. No.

This is my home.

My home you fucking cock suckers.

- We're just trying to send out a signal to leave.

- I know,

what the hell do you think I'm trying to do?

I'm not one of these people.

I'm trying to get out of here too.

- I mean with all this stuff,

you know what you're doing?

- It's not hard.

I just need a few more pieces.

Then I can broadcast,

tell the world where I am.

- You crashed too.

- Haven't you been fucking listening?

Yeah, I crashed here, lady, a lot of us did.

Half the people here.

They're just like you.

Like me, like us.

- There's a cockpit in the ravine.

Did you take any of those parts?

- The new one?

No.

No, not yet.

He watches that area.

It's not safe.

What he is.

Two planes down there,

and he won't let me take them.

There's two planes down there.

But he won't let me take them.

- Who?

Who watches it?

- He...

He, he's the one that

brings death on us all.

[heavy breathing]

- I could have helped you.

- You're not gonna survive.

I can fix it myself.

[speaks foreign language]

[panting]

[sobbing]

- Natalie, Natalie, oh my god please.

Natalie, help me.

Natalie, what are you doing?

[gasping]

[muffled screams]

[sobs]

- I can save you from the sacrifice.

[thunder rumbles]

- What about the others?

- They're doomed.

Once you've been marked for sacrifice, you cannot be saved.

- I don't understand why these sacrifices?

- The winged ones,

they feed on humans.

It leads them by the camp, so they can feed.

- Why would you keep them near the camp?

- Because he doesn't come near them.

We fear him more than we fear the winged ones.

- Him?

Who?

- You cannot speak his name.

[thunder rumbles]

- Look.

I have to get out of here.

I am on a very sensitive mission.

I need to get in the cockpit of that plane

down in the ravine.

Do you understand me?

- No one can leave here.

[thunder rumbles]

[atmospheric music]

[distorted voices]

[thunder rumbles]

♪

[thunder rumbles]

- Where were you?

[sighs]

- Meeting a new friend.

- How'd that go?

- I'm here.

- Well in the meantime,

we found a guy stripping the planes and the instrumentation.

Lives in a cave down below.

He hasn't gotten to our plane yet,

so we can get to it first.

- Yeah?

Well that may prove difficult for you Mr. Mallone.

Seems you've been marked for sacrifice

to those winged creatures we met earlier.

- Well,

I never intended on asking them to let me go,

so we have to escape.

- Yeah.

Come here.

Take a good look at those bars.

Look how flimsy they are.

There's never more than two guards at any given time.

We can take them.

- Or we might be able to get out that cave down below.

We just didn't go down it far enough to see.

- Are there guards there?

- Not that I know of. The guards that brought us here,

they came from behind us.

- The crazy man said that there were two planes

in the ravine.

Another crash.

- [scoffs]

[mumbles]

Over the years, hundreds of them have disappeared.

Our jet's flight plan was to avoid the hot zone,

obviously the pilots drifted off course.

Hell, I was taking a commercial flight

all the way to Manu'a.

Then I was gonna go into the area by ground.

- To do what?

- One of the planes that crashed was carrying

a top secret payload.

Limited range nuclear warhead.

I was sent to disarm it.

- So that explains the briefcase.

- Inside that briefcase,

is a remote detonation device.

- So you never intended on finding that radio.

You just wanted to get that nuke.

- That's right.

[heaving]

[suspenseful music]

[man speaks foreign language]

- We'll come back and get you.

- Find that cockpit, get the hell out of here, Rita.

- I'm not gonna leave without you.

- It's not a date, Rita.

[bird squawking]

- Come on. Come on.

[man yells]

Dana, Dana.

Come on, Dana.

Untie me.

Natalie.

Goddamn it.

Untie me.

[man yells in foreign language]

What's wrong with you?

Dana!

[man speaks foreign language]

Dana, what are you doing?

Dana, please.

[man speaks foreign language]

Dana, untie the ropes.

- You, now die.

With honor, help our tribe live on.

You accept honorable death.

- Fuck you.

- What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Come on Dana.

Dana, untie the ropes.

Untie the fucking ropes.

What the hell is that?

[suspenseful music]

Oh shit.

- No, no!

[screams]

- Holy shit.

What about Natalie?

- Forget about her, she's one of them.

Now let's go!

[screams]

[man yells in foreign language]

[ape growls]

[roaring in distance]

- There's the cockpit.

Hey, where are you going?

- I'm going to work.

- Okay, let's go to the radio.

No power. We gotta find the battery.

- Battery.

I found it.

- You got it?

[stick bangs on floor]

- Are you gonna let me finish my job?

Or do I have to take care of you too?

[grunts]

[exciting music]

[grunting]

That wasn't nice.

[grunts]

♪

[roars]

- Let's hope that isn't what I think it is.

[roars]

- I got it.

- Run!

[grunts]

- Give it up.

Are you gonna give it up?

[meaty thud] [grunts]

Bitch.

[roars]

[loud stomping]

[airplane engines roaring]

- Yeah, that's affirmative.

Holy shit.

- What's going on?

Why are they flying like that?

- They can't fly here, that's why we crashed.

- No, it can't be happening.

We have to find Challenger.

[heavy breathing]

[suspenseful music]

[gasps]

[growls]

No, Mallone!

[grunts]

- I'm sorry.

- Go finish it.

I didn't have time to fully disarm them.

- Save your strength.

- Detonate it.

It's got a limited range.

300 yards.

Take it!

Nuke the mother fucker.

- I will.

[roars]

Get out of here.

- No, I'm not leaving. - As far away as you can.

- No! - Go!

Take her, go.

Go!

[horn blows]

[suspenseful music]

[dragon screeches]

[roars]

[music builds]

[roars]

[sobs] - Mallone!

- Stop, stop.

We can't do anything about it.

[rustling leaves]

God.

What now?

[dramatic music]

What are we gonna do about the radio?

- I don't know, I nuked the last one.

- We're all gonna die out here.

- Not today.

[dramatic orchestral music]

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