Original subtitles

(train wheels whining on track)

(crunching)

-YOUNG JOE (whispers): 15. -JOE: 50.

-(Joe gasps) -14. -49.

-YOUNG JOE: 13. -(Joe exhales)

-12. -JOE'S FATHER: Stand up straight.

-11. -Stand up straight.

-Ten. Nine. -Stand up.

-Only fucking pussies and little girls slouch. -Eight.

-YOUNG JOE: Seven. -JOE: 43.

-Six. -42.

-Five. -41.

-Four. -40.

-Three. -39.

-Two. -38.

-One. -37.

FATHER: You must do better. You must do better.

(exhales)

FATHER: Say it.

YOUNG JOE: I must do better, sir.

(gasps)

Ah!

MAN (on TV): The tomatoes go in the refrigerator

and the bananas go in a fruit bowl.

MAN 2 (on TV): Well, I do some of the grocery shopping

in our house and I always keep the tomatoes out...

(lighter clicks)

We don't ask for information.

But you say that's it? That's the only problem.

And if people will do that, the tomato problem,

the tomato crisis, as you call it, would be over.

MAN: Well, I think that they'll have

a much better product, yeah.

But it-it's not gonna be as good as the ones

you grow in your backyard and pick...

(drawer opens, rustling)

(drawer closes)

If you want to eat tomatoes 12 months out of the year,

you're gonna have to pick 'em at one of these two stages.

(water gurgling)

(toilet flushing)

(plastic bag rustles)

(footsteps approaching)

(indistinct voices)

MAN (muffled): What the hell's wrong with you?!

♪ ♪

(glass bottles clatter)

(news broadcast plays indistinctly on TV)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(alarm bell ringing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing fades)

(traffic sounds nearby)

(siren wailing)

(running footsteps)

(grunts)

(sirens continue wailing)

♪ ♪

Airport.

♪ ♪

MAN: ♪ Come wake me ♪

(man sings indistinctly)

♪ Wake me ♪

♪ Wake me with your warm arms ♪

♪ Let me hear your voice ♪

(no audio)

♪ Hold me, hold, squeeze me ♪

♪ It's your choice, of course. ♪

WOMAN (over P.A.): U.S. air flight 5493

non-stop to Newark is now open for boarding at Gate 2.

♪ ♪

AUTOMATED VOICE: Hello. You have reached...

-John McCleary. -After the tone,

please leave a message.

(beeps)

JOE: It's done.

(coin jingles)

(airplane departing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(horn honks)

(woman laughs)

(dog barking in distance)

Just go inside.

-WOMAN: What? -Go inside. Just go, just go.

WOMAN (on TV): $800? You parasite.

I'm taking only what's coming to me.

-JOE: Mom, I'm back. -(snoring softly)

WOMAN (on TV): 50, 60, 70, 75.

I'm not rolling you, you drunken leech.

I'm taking only the $75 that's coming to me.

(jazz music plays on TV)

Hey.

(soft snoring continues)

Excited to see me, huh?

-(sets glasses on table) -(snorts)

(laughs)

(chuckling)

You actually got me.

-I got you. -Yeah, pretty good.

Got you, got you.

What-what is this shit you're watching?

Oh...

Psycho was on today.

(turns off TV)

-Yeah? -Yeah.

That scared me.

Oh, boy, it scared me.

Then why are you watching it alone?

I don't know, I should have waited for you.

-(hums Psycho theme) -(giggles)

(chuckles, groans softly)

-Joe? -Yeah?

Would you just stay a little bit?

Just stay.

-Okay. -Just...

But only 'cause you watched some scary fucking movie.

MOTHER: Just till I've finished the movie.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(rain pouring)

(insects chittering)

(rain pouring)

(distant thunder rumbles)

MOTHER: Joe?

-Uh, yup. -(thud)

-Mom? -(water running)

Yeah?

I can't turn the tap off!

Oh, I don't have any of the...

-I can't find anything. -(water stops)

-What are you looking for? -I can't find my toothbrush.

-(murmuring) -It's right behind the mirror.

(water running)

-Oh, oh, okay. -(water stops)

(hums Psycho theme)

Mom? Come on!

-Let's go. I'm opening. -No, no, no, no, no! Stop that!

-Stop, I'd rather be... -I'm opening the door.

No, no, no!

What are you doing? What are you fucking around with?

-There's water everywhere. -No, I'm not fucking around!

-So I wanted to know. -You are. There's nothing.

-You keep rearranging... Get out. -No, I need my...

I need my space!

-Your what? -My space.

All right, go get your space downstairs.

Oh, no, I just needed that...

Are you sure you can get downstairs all right?

What? Yeah.

Yeah, if I do it really slow.

I know what to do.

♪ ♪

(dog barking in distance)

(barking continues)

(barking continues)

(horns blaring)

(jackhammer rattling)

(train wheels whining on track)

(siren wailing in distance)

(men talking in Spanish)

(horns honking)

(door opens, bell jingles)

(door closes)

(TV playing low in background)

(can dropping on ground)

The man called.

Said he wants to see you, right away.

Uh...

Did your son tell you that he saw me?

Hey, he was with a friend, you know.

It's just, just a coincidence, man.

Did he tell you where he saw me?

No.

No, I... I know you wouldn't want me to know, man.

Moises didn't mean to see you, Joe. He...

Don't yell at me. Don't yell at me.

He's just a stupid freaking kid.

-I know, but... -He...

We're done, Angel.

Joe, he didn't mean to see you.

Come on.

Take the money.

(door opens, bell jingles)

MOTHER: ♪ J... ♪

MOTHER AND JOE: ♪ We're like Jack and Jill ♪

♪ K, you're so kissable ♪

♪ L ♪

MOTHER: ♪ Is the love light in your eyes ♪

♪ M, N, O, P ♪

♪ I could go on all day ♪

-Yes, you could. -(chuckles)

♪ Q, R, S, T ♪

♪ Alphabetically speaking ♪

♪ You're okay ♪

♪ You make my life complete ♪

♪ V means you're very sweet ♪

♪ W, X, Y, Z... ♪

-Mom... -What?

This fridge is disgusting.

What's wrong?

You got...

(grunts)

And all this shit's rotten.

Well, honey, what are you looking for?

This cream cheese is from 1972.

I use it. Just leave it.

(sighs)

How's Janice?

Who's Janice?

Oh, come on. You know who Janice is.

You mean my girlfriend from 20 years ago?

She would've been a good mom.

(exhales)

MOTHER (screaming): Stop it!

-Joe? -(sighs)

Coming!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(train wheels rattling)

(elevator bell chimes, doors open)

Going up?

-AUTOMATED VOICE: Going up. -(elevator bell chimes)

(door opens)

What's all this?

That Cincinnati kid.

Parents are florists.

(grunts)

A warm thank you for getting their darling daughter

back home safe.

Flowers.

Josephine loved flowers.

I could never see the point myself.

Fuckers die anyway and stink up the whole damn place.

God bless her.

Hey, um...

Listen, we gotta lose Angel's number.

-I'll find a new service. -Okay.

No problem.

So, Angel's out.

You could, uh...

just call me directly, you know,

like a normal person.

(scoffs)

There's no green ones.

-I like green. -Huh.

Fucking asshole.

Why am I here?

State Senator Albert Votto.

I ran his father's security back in the '80s.

Lost track of him after his arraignment.

I found a green one.

McCLEARY: The wife--

Votto Jr.'s wife--

kills herself a couple years ago.

Their teenage daughter's been running away from home

ever since.

(McCleary grunts)

I'm listening.

Votto calls me this morning.

She's been missing all weekend.

He doesn't want to get the cops involved

now that he's running on Governor Williams' ticket.

Ah!

He's paying 50 grand cash.

What's the lead?

He got an anonymous text with an address.

Meet him at the Union Club, 2:00 p.m.

Josephine II is coming out of dry dock, thanks to this.

I'm gonna drive her through the harbor

with a big fucking fireworks display.

You, me,

couple of steaks, cold beers, setting sun.

What do you say to that?

What?

(traffic sounds)

(wheels rattling)

(train wheels whining on track)

VOTTO: 235 East 31st Street.

That's what the text said.

You have kids, Joe?

No.

Nina.

Her name is Nina.

I've heard of these places...

(sighs)

Underage girls.

Senator, if she's there,

I'll get her.

McCleary said you were brutal.

I can be.

I'll need this.

(pen scratching on paper)

(tears paper)

Be at this address, 3:00 a.m.

Hotel Caribe, room 701.

I want you to hurt them.

-Thanks. -Have a nice day.

(door opens, closes)

(engine starting)

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

♪ ♪

Excuse me. Would you mind taking a picture of us?

What?

Would you mind taking a picture of us?

-Thank you so much. -(girls giggling)

(girls giggling)

(clank)

(Joe gasps)

(no audio)

(radio plays indistinctly nearby)

JOE: What the fuck are we doing?

(Joe gasps)

MAN: Go, go!

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: He doesn't know.

I mean, he has no idea.

(woman giggling)

Man, I've been waiting for you 20 minutes.

Relax, man, relax. Chill the fuck out.

(distant conversation echoes)

Don't make me late!

(mutters)

(shuddering breaths)

(inhales)

(exhales)

(inhales)

(exhales)

(inhales)

(panting)

(pop song plays over radio)

(running footsteps)

(boy and girl arguing indistinctly)

Shut the fuck up.

-(girl screams) -(pop song plays)

(paper crinkles)

(whimpers)

(wind rustling)

(pop song continues)

(sighs)

(softly): ♪ A, you're adorable ♪

♪ B, you're so beautiful ♪

♪ C, you're a cutie full of charms ♪

♪ D, you're delightful and ♪

♪ E, you're exciting and ♪

♪ F, you're a feather in my arms. ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter, distant whooping)

(excited chatter)

(horn blares)

(siren wailing)

(wailing continues)

(hums "A You're Adorable")

(continues humming song)

(door keypad chirps)

(over radio): ♪ 106.79 FM ♪

MAN: From Times Square to the South Street Seaport,

I'm Chris Conley.

Here is Bon Jovi, "Livin' on a Prayer."

(rain pattering on roof)

(distant thunder rumbling)

JOE: What the fuck are we doing?

MAN: Wait, wait. Nobody moves till we see the money.

Go, go!

(engine idling)

(low, indistinct talking)

(engine idling)

(distant siren wailing)

Hey, excuse me?

Do you know where 239 West Thir...?

-(scuffling) -(man grunting)

(man gasping)

Shh, shh, shh, shh. Relax.

What's your name?

Scott.

I'm Mr. Rogers.

Listen, I'm gonna ask you some questions.

Please be honest with me.

All right, security-- how many are there?

Huh? Is there one? More than one?

-Two, three? Come on, talk. -Two.

-Two? Where? -Two.

Where in the house are they?

One guy inside the front door.

The second guy on the top floor.

Where's the playground?

Playground?

Where they keep the underage girls.

Third floor.

I just...

I just work here, man. I just run errands. I don't...

They're freaks, man.

It's okay.

Do you carry keys?

No?

What's the code of the front door?

-(quietly): 4392. -What is it?

Promise you won't kill me.

What's the fucking code?

4392.

Good boy.

Please.

(grunts)

("Angel Baby" by Rosie & The Originals plays)

♪ Like heaven ♪

♪ Being here with you ♪

♪ You're like an angel ♪

-♪ Too good ♪ -(banging)

♪ To be true ♪

♪ But... ♪

♪ I do ♪

♪ Angel baby ♪

♪ My angel baby ♪

♪ When you are near me ♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ My heart skips a beat ♪

♪ Can hardly stand on ♪

♪ My own two feet ♪

♪ Because ♪

♪ Because I love you ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I... I do ♪

♪ Angel baby ♪

♪ My angel baby ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, I love you ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, I do ♪

♪ No one could love you ♪

♪ Like I do ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ ♪

GIRL (to self): 35, 34, 33,

-♪ Please never leave me ♪ -32, 31,

-♪ Blue and alone ♪ -30, 29,

-28, 27, -♪ If you ever go ♪

-26, 25, -♪ I'm sure you'll come back home ♪

-24, 23, -(muffled, distant): Nina?

-Nina Votto? -22,

-21, 20, -My name is Joe.

-19... -I'm here to take you out of this place.

-Get up. Can you hear me? -♪ My angel baby ♪

My name is Joe. All right...

(woman gasps)

Don't move. Don't move.

It's okay. It's okay. Come here.

-Come here. Come here. -(gasping)

-Turn around. Turn around. -(whimpers)

Stay there. Give me your phone.

-...six, five, -♪ Because I love you ♪

-four, -(woman crying)

-three, two, -(woman speaks indistinctly)

one.

JOE: Don't move.

♪ My angel baby ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh... ♪

("I Wouldn't Dream of It" plays)

♪ How I dream of it all the time ♪

♪ Whispering promises in my ear ♪

♪ He said he'd always be true to me ♪

♪ To love him as I please ♪

♪ I felt my world spinnin' round and round ♪

♪ Around the wonderful love I'd found ♪

-Close your eyes. -♪ I heard my heart whisper ♪

-♪ Why we missed ♪ -(heavy thudding)

♪ He held me and we kissed, he... ♪

(Scott grunting)

(engine starting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(quietly): 49, 48, 47,

46, 45, 44,

43, 42,

41, 40...

(turns off engine)

Hey, you want something to drink?

I got you some water and some sodas.

Thirsty?

You don't want to touch that. It's gross.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

No, no, no. No.

You don't have to do that.

(belt clicks)

(sighs)

I'm taking you home to your dad.

We just have to wait here a little while longer.

-(rattling) -No, no, no.

I have to go.

(urine trickling)

What's your name?

Joe.

I'm finished now, Joe.

(thunder rumbling)

(rhythmic tapping)

(music plays through earbuds)

MAN (on TV): ...the Pacific Ocean.

You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?

They say it has no memory.

That's where I want to live the rest of my life.

JOE: Hey, don't worry.

Your dad's gonna be here soon.

(TV continues indistinctly)

Are you all right?

(on TV): ...who'll take my guests out charter-fishing.

Zihuatanejo.

(TV continues indistinctly)

(Joe sighs)

(changing channels)

NEWSWOMAN: State Senat...

NEWSMAN: 27-year-old passerby Rebecca Couran

who saw the body fall in front of the hotel.

REBECCA: He just stood there for a second

and then he stepped off.

NEWSWOMAN: Senator Votto's body was discovered

beneath the Tower Hotel in Midtown Manhattan,

after he apparently leapt from a suite on the 22nd floor.

Senator Votto was in the city campaigning

for Governor Williams

in next month's gubernatorial election.

JOE: It's okay, it's okay.

Come here. Look at me.

(electronic whirring, lock clicking)

(music plays through earbuds)

REBECCA (on TV): He climbed up on the ledge,

he stood there for a second, and then he stepped off.

NEWSMAN: Votto had been dogged

with rumors of sexual misconduct...

(TV continues indistinctly)

NEWSWOMAN: Spokesperson for Governor Williams stated

-OFFICER: You got him. -he was shocked...

The senator's wife, Maria Votto...

(TV continues indistinctly)

Joe!

OFFICER: Cute.

Man...

you think I don't know what the fuck's going on here?

I-I'm just a hired gun.

I don't give a shit about the girl...

(Joe yells)

MAN (on TV): This is a complete smear campaign...

...pure integrity...

Governor Williams is a...

(overlapping voices on TV)

(gunshot)

(glass breaking)

WILLIAMS (on TV): ...time together during the campaign.

He's been my mentor in many ways.

(TV continues indistinctly)

(Joe panting)

(overlapping voices on TV)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

(dog barks in distance)

(labored breathing)

(laughs softly)

(grunts)

-(spits) -RECORDING: Hello. You have reached...

McCLEARY: John McCleary.

RECORDING: After the tone, please leave a message.

John, you there? Pick up.

Pick up. John.

What the fuck is going on?

(coins jingling)

(car horns blare)

RECORDING: Hello, you have reached...

McCLEARY: John McCleary.

RECORDING: After the tone, please leave a message.

JOE: John, pick up the fucking phone, man.

They fucking shot me, man. They shot me in the face.

♪ ♪

(sprinklers running nearby)

(wind chimes tinkling)

(coffee maker burbling)

(burbling continues)

(burbling continues)

(opens and closes drawers)

(water running)

(water stops)

(inhales and exhales heavily)

(purrs softly)

Where's your papa?

-Hmm? -(purring)

(sighs)

Dumb fucker.

(engine revving, tires screeching)

-(grunts) -(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(horns blaring)

FATHER: Stand up straight.

Stand up straight.

Only fucking pussies and little girls slouch.

(elevator floor indicator beeps)

(gun clicking)

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)

-(gun cocking) -(ringing continues)

-RECORDING: You have reached... -ANGEL: Angel's Bodega...

-(gunshot) -♪ ♪

No.

J-John! No.

♪ ♪

(tires screech)

(low, indistinct voices)

FATHER: Stand up straight.

(clenched): Stand up straight. Stand up straight.

(Joe muttering)

(car horn blares)

(honking)

Get out of the fucking way!

(bird chirping)

(clock ticking)

(hinges creaking)

(Joe's shuddering breaths)

(cutlery clatters downstairs)

-(gasps) -YOUNG JOE: Mommy. -Shh.

(cutlery clatters)

(cupboard door closes)

-(Mother screams) -(Father shouts)

(body thudding)

(man groans and grunts)

(man grunts)

(man groaning, panting)

(strains and grunts)

("After the Lovin'" plays on radio)

♪ So I sing you to sleep... ♪

(man groaning, grunting)

Who killed my mother?

Was it you or the other guy?

Where are you going?

(groaning)

-You don't know? -(groans in pain)

(screams) Stop!

-You're here in my fucking house? -Stop!

Fuck!

(panting)

Fuck. Goddamn it.

Goddamn it. God... Goddamn it.

Fuck.

(pill bottle clatters)

Come here.

Here. Take this.

(grunts)

-Want some more? -Uh-uh.

Okay. (muttering)

So you killed Votto?

They killed Votto, is that what it is?

♪ All I need is the air that I breathe ♪

♪ And to love you ♪

Votto wanted out.

♪ All I need is the air that I breathe ♪

There's all this crying.

-(grunts) -Out of what?!

♪ All I need is the air that I breathe ♪

All of it is...

-Okay. -The fuck... the fuck...

♪ All I need is the air that I breathe ♪

Hey, where is she?

Where's Nina now?

♪ And to love you... ♪

Will... Williams.

Governor Williams?

She's his-his favorite.

He trades 'em.

♪ Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got ♪

♪ I've been undressed by kings ♪

♪ And I've seen some things ♪

-♪ That a woman ain't supposed to see ♪ -(sighs)

♪ Do you know what paradise is? ♪

♪ It's a lie, a fantasy we create ♪

♪ About people and places as we'd like them to be ♪

Was my mother afraid?

♪ It's that little baby you're holding ♪

♪ And it's the man you fought with ♪

She was sleeping.

♪ The same one you're going to make love with tonight ♪

♪ That's truth, that's love ♪

♪ Sometimes I've been to crying ♪

(man sings along): ♪ For unborn children ♪

♪ That might have made me complete ♪

♪ But I, I took the sweet life ♪

♪ And never knew I'd be bitter ♪

♪ From the sweet ♪

♪ I've spent my life exploring ♪

♪ That cost too much to be free ♪

♪ Hey, lady, I've been to paradise ♪

♪ But I've never been to me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I've been to paradise ♪

♪ I've been to Georgia and California... ♪

(bird chirping)

♪ ♪

(plastic rustling)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(water burbling)

(indistinct whispering)

(Joe counting low, indistinctly)

JOE: ...40, 39,

38, 37,

36, 35,

34, 33...

NINA: 32, 31,

30, 29,

28, 27,

26, 25,

24, 23,

22, 21,

20, 19,

(fading): 18, 17, 16...

(cicadas chirring)

(footsteps crunching gravel)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

NINA: Nine...

...eight, seven, six,

five, four, three...

(window rattling)

(window rattling)

(indistinct conversation)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(cicadas chirring)

("Angel Baby" by Rosie & The Originals plays)

♪ It's just like heaven ♪

♪ Being here with you ♪

♪ You're like an angel ♪

♪ Too good... ♪

(cicadas chirring)

(birds chirping)

(sizzling)

(distantly): ♪ Because I love you... ♪

("Angel Baby" continues playing)

(cicadas chirring)

("Angel Baby" continues playing)

(sizzling)

("Angel Baby" continues playing)

(distantly): ♪ Please never leave me ♪

♪ Blue and alone ♪

♪ If you ever go ♪

♪ I'm sure you'll come back home ♪

♪ Because I love you ♪

♪ I love you, I do ♪

♪ Angel baby ♪

♪ My angel baby ♪

(music grows louder): ♪ It's just like heaven ♪

♪ Being with you, dear ♪

♪ I could never stay ♪

♪ Away without you near ♪

(Joe scoffs)

♪ Because I love you ♪

♪ I love you, I do ♪

♪ Angel baby ♪

♪ My angel baby ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, I love you ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, I do ♪

♪ No one could love you ♪

♪ Like I do ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

(music fades out) ♪ Ah... ♪

(hammer clatters to floor)

(shuddering breaths)

(sobs softly)

(sobbing)

(sobs)

I'm weak. I'm weak. I'm weak.

-FATHER: Stand up straight. -(sobs)

Stand up.

Only fucking pussies and little girls slouch.

(light tapping)

(repeated heavy thudding)

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

(thudding stops)

It's okay, Joe.

It's okay.

(grunts softly)

(rhythmic beeping)

(rhythmic beeping continues)

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ Hired a band, goodness' sake ♪

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ How-ja do? How-ja do? How-ja do? ♪

Where are we going?

Well...

We can go wh-wherever you want.

Where do you want to go?

I-I don't know.

I don't know either.

♪ Baked a cake, baked a cake ♪

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ How-ja do? How-ja do? How-ja do? ♪

♪ Had you dropped me a letter, I'd have hired a band ♪

♪ Grandest band in the land ♪

♪ Had you dropped me a letter, I'd have hired a band ♪

♪ And spread the welcome mat for you ♪

♪ Oh, I don't know where you came from ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't know where you've been ♪

♪ But it really doesn't matter ♪

♪ Grab a chair and fill your platter ♪

♪ And dig, dig, dig right in ♪

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ Hired a band, goodness' sake... ♪

(overlapping conversations nearby)

(overlapping conversations continue)

(overlapping conversations continue)

(gun clatters)

WOMAN: Well, you look great.

WOMAN 2: Excuse me, could I get a little more butter?

WOMAN: You know you're not supposed to have butter.

WOMAN 2: How do you know what I'm supposed to have?

MAN: We all know you're not supposed to have it.

(chuckles)

Have a nice day.

Hey.

Joe? Wake up.

♪ ♪

What?

Let's go.

It's a beautiful day.

It is a beautiful day.

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ Baked a cake, baked a cake ♪

♪ If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ How-ja do? How-ja do? How-ja do? ♪

(slurping)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-(indistinct conversation) -♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music fades)