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I'm Tom Swift,
inventor, billionaire,

shoe collector extraordinaire.

But none of that was
good enough for my dad.

I thought if I built him
a spaceship to Saturn,

I could earn his love,

but his mission
ended tragically.

Or so I thought.

Turns out, he was sabotaged.

My father survived the attack
and sent me a message capsule

with the data I need
to rescue him from space,

but it exploded
when it entered the atmosphere.

Now I have to find the pieces
of that capsule

and reassemble my dad's message.

A global conspiracy
called The Road Back

is standing in my way,
so I can only trust my squad:

my best friend Zenzi,
my bodyguard Isaac,

my adopted brother Lino,
and my AI Barclay.

Together, we're going
to find my father

and bring him home.

Tom, we're 100 yards
from the capsule piece I found.

We'll have to go on foot.

Zenzi, you didn't wear heels,
did you?

No, but you did.

Jodhpur boots have
a natural lift, okay?

How much
of your father's message

is in each capsule piece?

We won't know
until we reassemble it.

Wait, that's a capsule piece?

No, it's just wreckage.

Putting this capsule
back together is gonna be

more difficult than I thought.

The capsule piece

we're tracking
is the "brain," right?

Yeah, and it unlocks
the other pieces.

Without it, we're screwed.

I don't understand
what happened.

I-I don't think
Barclay messed up,

but I did build him
when I was eight.

I'm running a defrag

and a source code analysis
just in case.

Oh, could you translate that
out of nerd?

Okay, think day spa
but for an AI.

A software mani-pedi,

then recalculating
the landing vectors by hand.

I'd translate,
but you'd only understand

if you hadn't gotten
a four on AP calc.

Oh, did I get a four, or
did I tell you I got a four

to make you feel cool?

Don't come for me.
I'll hack your test scores.

And I'll post
your eighth grade school photo.

Ooh, remember when you
tried the one-brow look?

O-Okay, okay, you cannot let
Isaac see that.

I have a reputation to protect.

Speaking of Isaac,
he mentioned an ex-girlfriend.

Mm-hmm.

I thought he was gay.

He watches your shirt move
when you yawn.

I can't help it
if he enjoys the ab show.

Many people do.

Yeah, I know. I've
seen the IG comments.

Okay, a lot of those
people need to pray.

Yes. So he's trans and bi...?

No, he's not bi.
He's pansexual.

He's open to falling in love
with people

across the gender spectrum.

Hmm, well, judging from
how he brings you coffee,

he's Tomsexual.

And I don't date men
who are interested in Tom Swift.

Operating level:

Beyoncé Formation Tour.

What did I miss?

Thank God you're back.

I used the satellite data
I got from Justin

to model the size
of each capsule piece.

Yeah, to show how
all the missing pieces

will eventually fit
back together.

Now, Barclay,
remind us what it looked like

when the capsule broke apart.

The heat of the reentry

threw off my ability to lock on.

Okay, I did some vectoring
to recalculate a landing point

for the actual capsule.

Ooh, Zenzi,
shame about that four.

Sorry, we're gonna have
a couple more math words here.

Stream to map.

If you hadn't
been so busy

flirting with the proctors

that got you that two
on AP geography,

you'd know that's
the Darby estate.

Chris Darby?
Mm.

I hate that family.

They are pretentious
and rude and...

Kind to us all the time.

Isaac, they're lovely people.

I'll reserve judgment.

The Darby estate
was built in 1937

when the family discovered oil.

They are literally
oil barons.

How cliché. Look,
who even uses gas?

Your private jet.

The resources are protected

by a state-of-the-art
security barrier.

30 feet tall,
steel and concrete,

countermeasures unknown.

Why would your father
send it there?

Couldn't it just land here?

He needed to protect it.

If he sent it here, it could
end up in the neighbor's pool

or smash through a coffee shop.

Yeah, the Darbys have over
200 acres for it to roam.

Should I DM Chris?

No. Look, we can't tell anyone.

We don't know who's been
compromised by The Road Back,

or what they'll do to us if
they know my dad is still alive.

What are the angles, Isaac?

It looks impenetrable.

How about explosives?

Can we try

asking nicely?

A dinner?

An expensive
bottle of wine?

Are we saving your dad or not?

I am out of shape.

Are you kidding?
I'm serious.

Hey, Mom. Hi, interloper.

I need to talk to my mom.

Can you go sweat through
a shirt somewhere else?

Thomas Alexander Winston Swift,
apologize to Claire at once.

You're full-government-name mad?

I'm sorry, Claire.

Can I get you a glass of water?

You know, as always,
you look parched, girl.

Tom, I am only here to help.

I'd be a great mentor
if you would let me.

Thanks, Claire.

Bye.

Bye-bye. See you, dear.

Mm. I do not understand
your distaste for her.

You know, she's my friend.

She plays tennis
in track pants and a headband.

Is she 12?

You are incorrigible.

I try. So, I need a favor.

Plan a dinner
with the Darbys.

There's a mineral
on their property that I think

could be a powerful
fuel source.

But you know them.

They won't let me explore

without kissing
their asses first.

Well, they did tell us
they'd love to see us

after the funeral, but people
never mean those things.

Well, pretend they did.

We'll have a casual,
somewhat boring meal,

you'll help me out, and...

What's wrong?

It's my first social event
since your father.

You know, he was always...

he always made these
things so easy.

Well, I guess I can plan
a menu and wear black,

and try not to slap someone

if I hear "everything
happens for a reason."

No, I don't want you
to go through that.

I'll take care of it.

No, no, no, no. If you need me

to arrange this dinner,
I'll do it.

Thank you.

And after the dinner,

there are some things
that we need to discuss

about the Tubman
Social Group.

I will be
your attentive student.

Right after we charm the Darbys.

And I expect you
to be on your best behavior.

And wear something
respectable.

Like your father's cuff links.

August 30, 1983.

The day Guion Bluford,

the first Black man to
go to space, took off.

Remember how we cracked
this open when we were 15?

Uh-huh.

I got in and out so easily,
my dad never noticed

that his watches
went missing on Friday

and didn't come back
until Sunday night.

This would make Jay-Z
feel broke.

Actually, I heard he came
to a fundraiser here once,

stopped rapping,
started buying stocks.

Mm-hmm.

It's in my memory cache,

but I can't find
the creation metadata.

I've been trying to figure out
why this photo is here at all.

It's the congressman's
bodyguard Rowan.

Wait. Wait,
this is from last week,

when you spoke
to the congressman.

Watch your tone

when you're talking
to the congressman.

Rowan put his hand
on your shoulder

during that meeting,
as I recall.

Tom didn't seem to mind.

What if Barclay

held onto his image
because Rowan used that moment

in the office to compromise him?

We need to shut down your...

I fixed him. It's fine.

A-And Barclay is not a device.
He's my friend.

We need him to
locate that capsule.

And his internal audio
and camera

are on a closed loop anyway,

so nobody can eavesdrop on us.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I tracked the location
of the capsule piece.

It's in their drill mines.

Oh, that...

is supposed to be dangerous.

Something about acid and vines.

Did you ever
go in them?

Portions of the property were
corrupted by drilling runoff...

Okay, we don't need to hear
any more.

I'm not going in those mines.

Uh... you're
not going into the mines?

We'll find another way.

And if we can't?

Wow.

You look wonderful.

Your father would be proud.

So excited to see you.

Oh.

Zenzi.

What text has you
smiling like that?

Oh, it's from
Chris Darby.

I wonder if he's still
with that Delta from UPenn.

Barclay, when was the last time

Chris posted a simple-looking
girl with a flea market purse?

Ten weeks ago.

And it looks like
she's deleted him from hers.

Oh, he's single.

That's interesting.

He's Black. We
grew up together.

It could be, as Aunt
Lorraine says, interesting.

Chris "trifling
and also bucktoothed" Darby

is interesting?

He's pretentious.
He's rude.

And he thinks he's
the smartest person in the room.

Oh, so you don't like
him because he's you?

Now, now, Zenzi, Tom,

the Darbys are just
a little extra.

You know, it's the constant
one-upsmanship I can't stand.

Mm.
And they are obsessed with
keeping up with the Joneses.

Or the Swifts.

Remember
when Dad special-ordered

that blue Maybach?

And Mr. Darby hired
a private detective

to find him one
in the same color.

People buy

blue cars.

Maybe he just liked it.

Or maybe they're tacky,

thirsty and pressed.

Ooh.

Okay.

I got that out. Yeah.

Let's go kiss some Darby ass.

A toast to our most
gracious friends

Mr. and Mrs. Darby--

and Chris.
We are so moved

that you'd join us for
dinner on such short notice.

We're happy to be here, Tom.

I thought you invited us here

instead of
coming to dinner

at our house because you
still thought our ancestral home

was a tacky tract house

that smelled
like feet.

Did I say that?

Oh, yeah.

I just needed to mature

before I could appreciate
sophisticated design.

Oh, uh-huh.

Zenzi,

are you back
permanently?

Mm. Yes.

All done
with Atlanta.

And done with that
Marcus, I hope.

See, I never
understood you two.

It never seemed
like a, a good fit.

So this is, uh...

this is good news for me.

How are you holding up?

You know, everything
happens for a reason.

Mm-hmm.

And with friends
like you all

to support us through
this difficult time,

I'm sure we'll be able
to manage this weight.

Zenzi,

I thought that your speech
at the memorial

- was absolutely beautiful.
- Mm-hmm.

It was touching.
It was moving.

It was everything
a eulogy should be.

Yes, yes, it was.

Yes.

Well, words sometimes fail us.

But Tom's actions to
build the company speak

for themselves.
Mm-hmm.

I used to love your
pool parties so much.

The giant, giant

ice cream trucks.
Oh, yeah.

- Ice cream sandwiches. Yes.
- Yeah.

You loved those, Tom.

Yeah. Yeah, I sure did.

My favorite.

Thank God for
cardio, right?

Look at your boy now.

Remember you used to follow
the lifeguard around?

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah, he was about 20.

He went to
Sarah Lawrence.

Oh, you were obsessed with him.

Zenzi, uh, didn't Tom
steal one of his, um...

his Speedos?

Wait, uh,
you-you did what?

A lifeguard? I-I did not

do anything.

in a towel.

Your dad found it
in your backpack.

Yeah, no,

I-I think I remember this.

Well, I certainly remember.

Remember we had
to pay him double.

A little boy-crush fee.

Hey, guys, he-he left it

in the bathroom and I
just brought it back.

It was-- No
towel involved.

It's okay, Tom.

I looked

at a few bras myself.

Mm.

uh, took any home with me,

but, you know...

Oh. Wait, your
dad was so upset.

He was yelling
his son had, um...

...sugar in his tank.

Yes.

You see, I'm
just so glad

you guys got to a
place of acceptance.

That...

never... happened.

Oh.

You know, we're having

such a lovely time
laughing at my expense.

But you know what
I think is funny?

My parents and I
have always had big laughs

over how every time
we buy something-- mm-hmm...

the exact same thing

ends up at your place
after you see it.

Hmm?

Hmm?

It-It's
almost like...

you guys are so
desperately insecure

that you have no choice
but to copy and paste...

...yourself a life

based on ours.

And I think
that's...

hilarious.

It's just, it's Tom. Tom.

You know,

Tom, you-you've got

all of my humor...

and-and none of my tact.

Barclay,

thanks for doing
this drone flyby

to scope out the Darby wall.

- My pleasure.
- I love secret recon.

The security fence
seems to be modeled

on classified technology.

I wasn't able
to access blueprints,

but it has motion sensors,
heat tracking...

And sound, right?

Exactly. How did you know?

I've seen one of these before.

Hello, old friend.

Thank you.

You need to go
deal with that.

I...

am so sorry, Mr. Darby.

The wine got the better
of me, and I just...

We are aware
of your limitations,

Tom.

And I am grateful
for your patience.

Swift Enterprises

is looking for
a special mineral,

which only occurs
in your area,

for some conductivity
experiments.

Since they're

no longer in use,

could Zenzi and I
perhaps explore the drill mines?

Absolutely not.

You have got to learn
to think before you speak, Tom.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't help it.

You never can.

You wanted to talk to me about
my Tubman responsibilities?

I'm tired. Not tonight.

You don't belong
here, Rowan.

Wait, what...

what's going on?

I've been trying
to reach you all day,

and your staff
told me to come back.

I work
for Congressman Eskol,

and he asked me to bring you
an invitation

to his spring
fundraising dinner.

Mm.

Well, you thank
the congressman for us

and tell him that
we will be happy

to continue to
support his campaign.

He saved my life, Isaac.

He's harmless.

Of course he is.

Can I talk to you about business
for a second?

I worked with Barton
for ten years.

And... and now I'm spearheading

a new consumer-facing model

that will bring
Swift Enterprises

into its next 50 years
of dominance.

And Tom is leading
the engineering.

Tom is doing wonderful things
with the company.

But as you said,

he needs guidance.

Swift Enterprises needs a leader
who is ready on day one.

So when my term
as interim CEO is up,

I'd appreciate your support
in becoming permanent CEO

of Swift Enterprises.

Lorraine, I didn't

mean to...

It's okay.

It's all right. It's just...

You're right.

You're right. Tom isn't ready.

He behaved so poorly
last night at dinner.

He insulted our guests.

But I can't take this away
from him.

He's wanted this
since he was a child, and...

...I'd break his heart.

Just like he's breaking mine.

I understand.

I'm sorry I
get emotional.

Um, it's just I've
barely slept in weeks.

I think we can help you
with that.

I'm sure there's something
in our pharmaceutical department

that... can help you get
the rest you need.

Thank you, Claire.

Of course.

Want to go for a round?

Wouldn't be a fair fight.

Question--

what's going on with Zenzi?

high-strung, rule-following,
fabulous self.

Why?

She's been going on about
that Chris guy since dinner.

Mm.

She's beautiful.
She's well-connected.

I don't see what
she'd see in him.

Zenzi's weakness
is Black Harvard alums

with bad lineups.

She sees a guy like Chris
and... she can't help herself.

They fulfill her Black
love TikTok dreams.

Meet me
at Swift Enterprises, please.

Marked urgent.

Don't keep her waiting.

Got it.

What is this

reanimated sweater doing here?

I thought that maybe if the two
of you had a chance to talk

without your parents,

you could work

something out.

I'm open to hearing what you
have to say if you're going

to be... reasonable.

See?

He's open.

And I think
he'd be particularly open

if you apologized...

for insulting
his entire life.

Yes, Tom.

Apologize.

Humbly.

From the heart.

Nah.

I'm good.

Same old Tom.
Emotional, as always.

Same old Chris. About
to get slapped, as always.

I mean, it's not my fault
you insulted my family

when you needed
a favor.

your breath smells like ass

and hot chips.

You're just mad I dared you
in the mines ten years ago

and you came back crying
like a little bitch.

You were a
coward then,

and you're a coward now.

I'm calling my security
and letting them know

if you come anywhere near
my family's property again,

it's your ass.

Zenzi, you're
always welcome.

I'll text you.

I was at the Darby estate
one summer,

bored out of my mind.

Chris was always a dick to me.

But that day, he was nice.

He told me
that we were going to do...

a "man test."

Don't touch it.
The mine runoff is acidic.

It'll burn you up.

He told me, if I closed my eyes

and-and waited in there
for five minutes...

I'll come back and get you,

and then we can play
video games.

And don't be a bitch about it.

Actually wait.

I waited
for what felt like hours.

And Chris never came back
to get me.

So I ran out
and got lost.

I got these cuts everywhere
and, uh...

...burned off my right eyebrow.

Don't you remember how crazy
I looked in eighth grade?

Yeah.

You said you overshot
a brow slit.

What did he say about it after?

He told me he did it
because I was acting too gay.

So, yeah,

I'm not exactly excited
about apologizing to Chris

or going back
into those mines again.

Yeah, Tom, why
didn't you tell me?

I have been friends
with these people...

I am done

talking about this.

We need to get
that capsule portion.

But how do you solve a problem
like a drill mine?

Barclay, have the roof rack and
the lights put on the G-Wagen.

We'll need four-wheel
drive and the winch.

The farthest mine entrance
is one mile

from the Darby residence

and will put you
within 100 yards of the location

of the capsule piece.

What about the giant fence?

I did a little recon
on the Darby estate

while y'all
were having dinner.

It's handled.

We'll go in stealth.

That's
a pretty steep fence.

This opening
can only be accessed from above.

It opens
to a 50-foot vertical drop

and has
the highest concentration

of acidic fumes and runoff.

May I suggest gloves?

So, I'll rappel out
of the truck.

But what about
that runoff?

I feel like you're gonna need
sunscreen or a wet suit.

I wish I still had mine, but

this is a no-heat natural.

It does not get wet.

Wait, do you still have
that leave-in conditioner

I made for our St. Bart's trip?

Ah, this leave-in
is like shea butter

that did some pushups.

The synthetic bonds
to your hair and seals it.

If I could up
the concentration...

Then it could seal you.

Barclay, run a polymer
sequence at a concentration

of four moles
instead of .63.

At one concentration,
this polymer protects

a 4B natural.

But at a higher concentration,

it's an impenetrable barrier.

How will you see
through that mask?

Let's cut some eye holes.

Beyoncé wore this on...

Fine.

May the Hive forgive me.

Which shoe, Tom?

Dior.

Nature, but make it fashion.

Let's go for a hike.

You might want to put
these earplugs in.

Okay, Olivia Pope.
You said it's handled.

So, do you need a white coat
and some red wine,

or just a ladder?

Not exactly.

This isn't a fence,
it's a system.

Cameras. Sound.
Motion detectors.

I had to go through
one of these

when I was in
the Special Forces.

So, let me guess.

You're going to cover
yourself in mud

to hide your body temp
from the motion sensors.

Oh, take out the cameras
with an infrared array

and find the kill switch?

Nah.

Did you put in your earplugs?

Of course I did.

Targeted the localized EMP.

Killed the fence's power source
in this section.

A lot easier than
covering yourself in mud.

You shouldn't go alone.

It's the only way
we're gonna make it down.

I've got this.

Call us if you need
any help.

The suit is protecting you
from the acid.

Chris, where are you?!

Chris! Chris! Chris?

Oof. Ah!

Seems the acid is eating away
at that rip in your suit.

- And don't be a bitch about it.
- Actually wait.

Ah! Ah!

Fix your wig, Tom.

Oh, crap, I'm stuck.

How's it going down there?

Uh, fine! Totally fine.

How are you?

You never knew about Tom
in the mines?

Nope.

My best friend let me think
everything was fine

so he could save face.

It's how we were raised.

All people care about it
is what will our friends say?

Everyone's just lying,
and I hate it.

What about you?

Are you a liar?

I used to be.

Tom and I grew up the same,
but in 2008, my dad went broke

when the market crashed.

And unlike normal people,

my parents lied their way
through everything.

They maxed out
their credit cards

on $10,000 tables
at the Tubman cotillion

and couldn't pay my tuition.

And they never let me
or my sister say a word about it

because they were afraid of
what people would think.

Uncle Barton paid for me
to stay in private school.

And Tom... has no idea.

So he's not the
only one telling

a redacted version
of the truth.

Is that why you go for
guys like Chris?

Because they let you
keep up the lie

your parents wanted
you to tell.

No.

They make me feel like I belong.

Chris wants you to think
that he's the prize

and you're lucky to have him,
but someone like you

should never be waiting
to get chosen.

Then why is someone
as cool as you waiting

to be chosen by Tom?

I'm-I'm stuck.

I need you to cut through

a steel beam down here.

There's another suit
in the back of the truck.

Zenzi, you'll have to do it.

I brought a spare just in case
intermittent fasting

had got me too snatched.

And you guys?

Hurry.

Give me the word
and I'm down there.

I won't let you fall.

I got this.

My line is stuck and I can't
cut it to free myself.

Wait, did you put on hair
to come down here?

Oh, you're not the only one
that keeps a backup in the car.

This is Camille.

Oh, hey, Camille.

Camille, could you tell Zenzi
to cut this beam

and skip the attitude?

Oh, are we skipping attitude?

Will we also be skipping quips
for the remainder of the day?

And now you say...

Thank you, Zenzi.

My nanobots will latch into
the mining lanterns

and give us...

The capsule piece.

Okay, let's grab this
and get out.

Okay.

He added a security layer
in case someone else found it.

We need to disarm this
or it's going to self-destruct.

Okay, a raised fist
and the sun.

Maybe the power of sunrise.

Okay, um...

Oh, oh, try "From
the rising of the sun

"to the place where it sets,

the name of the Lord
is to be praised."

Uh...

Uh, your mom's birthday?

Oh, one attempt remaining.

Of course he couldn't
make this easy.

It had to be one
of his stupid lessons.

that you would be able to...

I can be right about
my own father and Chris

without you poking holes
in everything that I say.

Yeah, well, if I had been
given all the information

I needed, I wouldn't need
to question you.

And you can't get mad at me
for asking questions

when you're the one
who's been keeping secrets

for ten damn years.

So I'm supposed to
humiliate myself

so you can ask me if it's true.

Secrets aren't always bad.

I know that my dad
paid your tuition.

I never said anything
because, Zenzi,

I didn't want you
to be embarrassed.

Tom Swift doesn't get bullied
or called too gay.

And I didn't want to
be embarrassed either.

Well, I can't have your back
if you keep things from me.

Even if they are embarrassing.

I'm sorry.

Okay, look, let's just get
this capsule piece,

and then never speak
to the Darbys again.

Okay, a Black Power fist
and the sun.

To be kept safe, um...

Wait. To be kept safe,

like the watch safe.

Whoo!

Yes!

I guess my dad knew
about the missing watches.

I thought I told you two

to stay off
my family's property.

Is there some jackass quota
you have to meet every day?

You broke in.
You're stealing.

I could literally be
doing anything, Chris,

and you would still
come for me.

I-I was-- I was
nice to you,

and you were a dick.

And now I'm not nice,
and surprise,

you are still a dick.

You know, in the cliché
version of this story,

this is where the bully
reveals that he's gay.

So let's get to you
on your knees

so I can get something
good out of this.

That's what I thought.

Do you have any idea
what it's like

to be compared to Tom Swift?

My family owns rocks.
You build rocket ships!

I've spent my entire life
hearing my parents say,

"Why can't you be
more like Tom?"

You're... jealous.

Not... not no.

Your father was
so proud of you.

And he left you
this-this legacy.

I don't have that.

My dad said that
he's proud of Tom?

Aloud?

This is our parents' mess,

not ours, Chris.

They pit us against each other,

and now we're just
playing out their fight.

We don't even know
each other for real.

I am sorry for adding to that.

But we can stop it.

Look, I'll make Darby Minerals

an official Swift vendor.

That way we share a legacy.

I'm sorry about that.

All right, let's have dinner.

Next week?
Soho House?

I can-- I can sponsor you
to get in.

I would rather
trim my eyelashes

with a weed whacker than to ever
go to dinner with you again.

This is the capsule's brain.

The other pieces split off,
but we can find them

using this copper alloy
signature.

Barclay, export.

Chris said that my dad

was proud of me.

That's insane, right?

You are the only one who
could have solved that puzzle.

He chose you for this
because he knew that...

knows that you can
bring him home.

And now we know exactly
where we're going.

I'll ask Claire for some PTO.

Oh, and before I forget,

here is the sleep gel
we talked about.

Oh, yes.

I sourced a prototype
from the chem division archives.

It's a nitrous oxide
substitute.

I tried it on myself
after work.

It resulted in the most
blissful power nap.

You apply it in places
with sensitive nerve endings.

May I?

Mm.

Pass me your wine glass.

You can just put it down.

I'll put it down.

Lorraine?

Are you okay?

I did what you asked me to.

Set the thermostat to 65.

What's your ATM pin?

Uh, it's, uh, six-seven...

Stop.

No wonder the trial stalled.

The gel makes the wearer...

...suggestable.

What will it take for you
to make me permanent CEO?

You will never be CEO
of Swift Enterprises.

I'm Barton's number two.

I've given my life
to this company.

You're a caretaker.

Barton would never leave
our Black family's legacy

to someone who isn't Black.

What are you up to, Rowan?

Congressman Eskol requests
the pleasure of your company

for a private dinner on Friday.

I've never received
a hand-delivered

dinner invitation before.

It's better than
a 2:00 a.m. text.

Thank you.

Yes!

You did it.

You did it.

You don't sound right.

Show me your source code.

Isaac, I just figured out
what's wrong with Barclay.

It's a tracking algorithm.

It's sending all of our data
to an unknown destination.

So far it can only access
incomplete blips of video

and text exchanges.

But if the spyware breaches
Barclay's firewall,

it can start to relay
full video and audio, too.

All right, quick,
use Barclay to send me

your protein shake recipe.

20 grams powder,

two grams sexy.

Tom, Barclay was compromised
by Eskol's body man Rowan.

I'm close, man.
I can handle this right now.

No. Stand down.

I'm gonna handle this
a different way.

Hey, Rowan.

You up?

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