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( wind whistling )

( bird chirping )

( dog barking )

I'll be working late tonight.

Can, uh, somebody drive you home?

Oh, Mr. Tacker will drive me home.

Jesus, it's so hot.

You can hardly catch your breath.

( sighs )

Don't work too late.

You need your rest. Mm-hmm.

You know, maybe I better come back and pick you up.

Oh, don't be silly. You'll be working.

Hm.

Well, you better go in, you'll miss the show.

Ohhh.

Don't make fun.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

( man speaking indistinctly)

REVEREND: Brothers and sisters...

...first off...

...I want you to get out the map of these United States,

an Exxon one will do,

and trace out the path of hell...

...scything this nation.

Our cities are in pain

and torment.

The pestilence of Babylon is everywhere.

( whispering ): You didn't miss much, Carrie.

It's the same old song.

Just take a little red pencil

and mark your Exxon map

where you've read of a riot

or a murder

or a rape.

The courage and basic goodness of our lovely sun-washed land

is awash with flowing sores.

( whispering ): Can I borrow your handkerchief, Henry?

Oh, yeah. REVEREND: Two hundred years

of accumulating virtues, my friends,

lie quivering under the lashes of sin.

Can I get a ride with you home tonight?

James is working.

REVEREND: The blood of Jesus... Kenny's picking me up.

You can ride with us. I don't wanna be a bother.

Oh, it's on our way. No trouble.

Shhhh.

Shh.

REVEREND: The blood of Jesus mingles

with the hate and rage.

Where people in this land

were once united

as brothers and sisters,

today their lives are filled

with suspicion and hate.

They ask if God is dead.

Well, every time you folks get a check

for the fruits of your labors,

you get a kiss from God.

( lights tinkling )

That such a question should even be asked

is an indication of how far from God's gentle caress...

( building creaks )

...the hairy heads of our children have wandered.

( ornaments rattling )

( rumbling )

But the question will be asked.

( beams cracking )

( terrified cries )

Stay calm, folks.

Please, calm down and stay put.

You're safer that way.

Hold tight.

( wails )

Oh, my God!

( all shouting )

(screams) Carrie! We've go--

Please, please, just stay calm.

(all chattering)

(baby crying)

(laughing)

Oh. Oh!

Oh, I-I better call James.

Maybe you-- Will you wait for me?

Go ahead. I'll be outside.

(siren wailing in distance)

( car horn honks)

( engine revs, wheels squeal )

( horn honks )

MAN: Dad! Dad!

Quake hit us real bad.

Place is all torn up.

Where's Norma and Tom?

They're okay. They're waiting for us.

Let's go.

Part of the north field cracked wide open.

I was in the house when it happened, Tom went running out.

Dad... I was scared shitless.

Ah, come on. Let's go.

( sighs )

There's going to be another one, Tommy.

I know it.

Usually the first one's the worst,

then just aftershocks.

I've never seen anything like it.

The whole damn field is split open.

Where's Daddy?

And Kenny?

( clatters )

Jesus, that's deep.

Never stops.

I wish Dad and Kenny would get back here.

NORMA: I know the quake hit the church.

Shit, Dad, it's dead.

Easy, son. You're flooding it.

Come on, move over. Let me get it started.

( starter cranks )

( pumps gas pedal )

( starter cranks )

( screaming )

Daddy!

Oh, no!

( explosion ) ( shrieks )

( sobbing ): Daddy, no...

Oh, Kenny, Kenny! I can't...

Kenny, please! Daddy, no, I...

( atonal electronic theme playing )

( siren wailing in distance )

( car honks )

Norma!

Norma!

Shit.

( no dial tone )

Shit.

( door slams )

Tom when Norma wasn't home, I really got worried.

I was taking her back to your place when the car just stalled.

I couldn't get her started.

Honey, it's all right. We'll get it started.

Dad and Kenny are dead.

I saw them, Met.

I-I couldn't do anything.

I just stood there watching them.

Oh, Met...

Met, take me back there, please.

They need me. Please take me back there.

Please. Okay. Okay, baby. Okay.

We better take her back to the farm, Met.

You'll give us a ride, won't you?

Yeah. Yeah, okay. Oh, please...

Just hang onto me, baby. Just hang on.

( sobbing ): I couldn't do anything.

( atonal electronic theme playing )

( scratching )

TOM: We were sitting here eating when it happened.

I tell you, I never heard such a noise in all my life.

Whole damn place started to shake.

Honey, why don't you try to get some sleep, okay?

Come on, let's get you to bed, all right?

( speaks indistinctly )

( Met sighs )

Well, she's trying to sleep.

Think I'll turn in too. I'm really bushed.

Okay.

Good night, Tom. Good night.

( clicking )

( cat meowing )

( clicking )

( scraping )

( atonal electronic theme playing )

( buzzing )

Shit! God...

( clicking )

( scratching )

God...

( flame igniting )

( pained yowling )

Oh, Jesus.

( yowling continues )

( buzzing )

( buzzing )

( clicking )

Earth,

soil,

wind,

food, temperature,

and all things relating to them,

are all part of an exact pattern.

And that pattern is relative to what we're discussing here.

Patterns,

intermingled with, um,

behaviorisms.

( bell tolling in distance)

Now, there are symbols of behavior

that are more basic than human speech.

Or maybe... No. Maybe "mannerisms"

would be a better word.

( bell stops tolling )

Coincidentally,

our little visitor here will, uh,

demonstrate what I'm talking about.

( whispers ): I want absolute silence.

( imitates squirrel call )

( imitates squirrel call )

( door opens )

( imitates squirrel call )

Shhh.

( imitates squirrel call )

( imitates squirrel call )

( squeaks )

What makes a flock of birds or a swarm of bees

take off at precisely the same moment?

That sense of communication.

And man used to have that gift, we're told.

He could talk to the earth and all the creatures on it.

Somewhere along the line,

he lost the gift.

( squeaks )

Well,

I hope that proves something to you.

I'll see you all again Wednesday morning,

barring another earthquake, of course.

( laughing )

( all chattering )

Metheim.

Baum. Metbaum.

Metbaum, that's it. Sure.

You were in Bio Four last spring and hated it. I remember.

No, it was Bio Seven, and I didn't hate it.

I... I just couldn't get interested in frogs.

You know, I was just wondering,

that was a neat trick you did with that squirrel.

Yeah. It's a parlor trick.

Just wanted to see if I could still do it.

Well, it's lunchtime.

Wouldn't you rather join me than just stare at me?

I was out on the Tacker farm last night. It's on Route Four.

I heard it on the news.

That's where the quake centered.

Yeah.

Is there...? Is there any kind of an insect

that can make fire?

Mm, there's a Florida beetle that scalds its enemies.

No, I mean fire, like burning things.

No. Not possible.

Well, is there any kind of an insect

that just sits there and lets you pick it up?

I... I mean, it doesn't--

It doesn't try to run away when you start to step on it.

It doesn't do anything when you pick it up.

It does nothing?

Well, except for burning the shit out of you.

Definitely no.

( atonal electronic theme plays )

There's one right there.

( bug clicking )

( bug clicking, scraping )

Here's one.

( buzzing) God--

Were they all this big last night?

Yeah, just about.

Well, look at that.

( clicks, scrapes )

Sure is heavy.

Come here, Metbaum.

What do you see?

A big, black bug.

It has...

six legs, three body sections.

So it's an insect. It's no spider or some such.

And the legs are clawed, like a beetle, maybe.

Something that clings.

The spiracles are

almost underneath it.

Yeah, I can see it breathing. I can feel it breathing.

My God, it's got a high metabolic rate.

Well, then how come it doesn't move around?

I don't know.

It's powerful, see? Look.

Very muscular. Huh.

( buzzing )

I'll be damned!

Looks like exhaust pipes.

You know something, Metbaum?

I think we've got ourselves a six-legged Boy Scout here,

because these rear antennae are very chitinous.

( siren wailing in distance)

And unless I'm mistaken,

this little fellow can start fires

by rubbing them together, you know,

like starting a campfire with flint.

Wait. I thought you said

you never heard of an insect that makes fire.

I did, didn't I?

Oh, no.

Metbaum, take a look.

What's missing from this fellow?

You got me, doc.

Eyes, damn it.

He has no eyes. He's as blind as a bat.

Goddamn.

Would you look at that.

It's eating the ashes.

( siren wailing )

(firemen yelling indistinctly)

( townspeople clamoring )

But that's what I want to talk to him about. Fires.

They're being started by insects.

MAN: Perhaps if you'll telephone at a later date, the mayor--

By that time, the whole goddamn city

could be burned to the ground!

I'll bring it to the mayor's attention as soon as I can.

Yeah, sure.

I doubt if the idiot believed me.

Just wish I were that sure myself, Mark.

Well, we know they eat carbon, all kinds.

They have no digestive system, not even a stomach,

and they're full of some kind of bacteria

that metabolizes the carbon.

Goes in carbon, comes out vitamins.

And I had to use a hammer to open this one up.

The shell is like steel.

I've tried various poisons to destroy them, but...

Well, how about, uh, antibiotics?

It paralyzes them.

But after a while, they fight off the antibiotics.

Nothing works.

I wonder...

I wonder if they can breed.

I think they're too sick.

Look, all the interior tissue has been eaten away.

They just wallow around in the ash I feed them.

But their legs are designed for running.

You know, they should go like lightning.

But they can hardly walk.

What puzzles me

is how they get from one place to another to start the fires.

They can't fly.

It's goddamn strange.

( legs scraping glass )

I hope James gets my note. He doesn't eat if I'm not home.

Carrie, we really have to hurry.

I know.

( horn honks) Oh! There he is.

Oh, I'm so glad I didn't miss you.

Yeah.

Um, we're on our way to the Tacker funeral.

And there's a sandwich in the refrigerator,

and some milk.

And I'll be back soon, and please eat.

Sure, I will.

Hi, Sylvia. Just left Mark.

Hey, why don't we all have dinner sometime next week?

You and Carrie work out the night, Okay?

( starts engine )

( doorbell chimes )

Oh, good afternoon, professor. Your missus just phoned.

Said several windows need replacing.

Yeah, that's right, Charlie. They're over there.

Lots of windows needed fixing these last couple days.

I was in my truck when it happened.

Just managed to pull over

when this bloody billboard comes crashing down.

My God. I could've got killed.

Well, have we, uh, much damage here?

No, not much.

Well, let's see now.

Ah, it's not too bad.

I'll get my stuff out of the truck.

Mind if I pull into your garage? Make it easier to carry.

Sure, go ahead. Oh, by the way, professor,

I owe you a very big thank-you.

That scholarship you got for Connie,

it turned in very handy.

Hey, she deserved it.

Thanks a lot, professor.

( truck engine starts outside)

(truck accelerates, stops)

(truck door opens, closes)

Well, won't take me long.

Oh, is something wrong with your car?

Not that I know of. Why?

Sounds sort of funny, like a knock coming from inside.

Yeah?

( scraping sound )

( scraping continues )

( mysterious theme playing )

( atonal electronic theme plays )

Charlie. Charlie, come here.

What's the matter, professor?

Get that truck of yours out of here, fast.

But I'm not finished.

You can finish later. Just get it out.

Just get that truck out of here. I'll get help.

No, I can handle it! Just leave!

( mysterious theme playing )

( coughs )

That's it.

( mysterious theme playing )

Goddamn.

That's how they travel.

( blows )

( paper rustles )

( shakes paper )

( mysterious theme playing )

(car horns honk and sirens wail in distance)

( no audible dialogue )

I, um...

I want to give you this.

Belonged to your father.

He, um...

He gave it to me the night that he...

I almost went with...

him...

and your dear brother that night.

Carrie, I think we should get going,

try to miss that evening traffic.

Is this your older brother?

You look just like your father.

Doesn't he, Sylvia?

Oh, a little, I guess.

We should get going, Okay?

Mrs. Parmiter,

I think that the traffic's getting heavy

and we'd better go home.

Come on, Sylvia.

We certainly don't want to get tied up in all that traffic.

MET: They're both unusual people.

I had her husband for Bio Seven last year.

To prove a point to the class,

he hopped around the room imitating a frog in heat.

Come on, she was rather sweet.

What are you going to do with all this junk?

A woman always needs extra dishes.

Thanks. Keep them. I'll take these.

You know, I wish you wouldn't go.

Met could help you find a job or something.

Oh, sure thing, Tom. I'll ask around school.

Thanks anyway, but I promised Chuck Winslow's father

I'd get to Fresno as soon as possible.

He needs help badly down there.

What about our farm? ( faint scraping sound )

I don't know.

Sell if you can.

I doubt if anybody would buy it.

Hey, Tom, are you going to--?

You going to take these things with you?

No, you can give them to your kids, Met.

Soon as you and Norma ever decide to get married.

(scraping sound continues)

I gotta start packing.

You going to give me a hand, Met?

Yeah, I'll be there in a second.

Right about now I could use a drink.

How about you?

I could use more than a drink.

There's a lot of memories here, Met.

TOM: Come on, Met!

Better go.

( ringing )

( screams )

Oh, God!

Oh! Help me!

Oh, God, help me, please!

( shrieking )

Help me, please, help!

( buzzes )

( screams )

Get the-- Get them on the phone.

Operator, get me the Riverside Community Hospital.

It's an emergency. Hurry.

( blows )

( tense theme playing )

( paper crumbling )

( door opens )

She's still in surgery.

Her ear is pretty badly damaged.

They still don't know how bad her hearing was impaired.

Let's get some coffee.

They'll let us know when she comes out.

Jesus Christ.

( fizzes )

That's it.

That's gotta be it.

( atonal electronic theme plays )

( bug clicking, scraping )

MARK: It's the middle of the night.

Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?

Did anybody do any tests on atmospheric pressure?

( yawning ): You could have asked me that on the phone.

Don't you ever sleep--?

Tests on pressure, increase it, decrease it.

I bet they didn't, did they?

( groans )

MARK: They did something in a pressure tank.

Well, tonight I saw one of them explode.

What are you talking about? It finally hit me tonight.

Why they're so slow-moving, why they can't mate.

What, pressure? Sure, they've got the bends.

The pressure's slowly killing them.

Look. Look, you see?

They have no pressure bladder to relieve it,

and the carapace is sealed airtight.

Now, they came from very deep in the earth, remember?

And I bet you, if they went up another 1,000 feet,

some mountain range maybe,

they'd have exploded immediately because they can't depressurize.

Why are they so hard to crush?

Well, the shell is supple. It's--

Coffee? No.

It's not brittle, and a foot coming down

is just too broad a surface.

But tonight I made it happen

because I used the point of a needle

to concentrate that pressure.

You know something? I'll bet you

that these roaches...

are older than anything walking the earth today.

They evolved exclusively underground.

So they must have been trapped by volcanic activity.

Trapped in a cavern where the only food

was moss, lichen and fungus?

Twenty-five to 50 million years?

With a food source like that, why did they come out?

Ross, would you kindly use that appendage

at the top of your body?

Because the food supply was exhausted, who knows?

Overpopulation maybe, or some...

Some fungus disease that destroyed the moss.

Why didn't they come out sooner? Who says they haven't?

What do we know about the San Francisco earthquake?

San Andreas Fault runs down...

The fire...

The fire?

( scoffs )

You have got to be joking.

It's conceivable.

They look like rocks, don't they,

with their legs tucked under them.

And the same thing happened here.

Nobody noticed them after the quake.

Just think what we're going to be able

to find out about them.

The pressure that they can survive under.

The nervous system.

And if only--

If only we could find some way to make them breed.

What are you talking about?

We know they can't copulate.

They can't breed.

For chrissake, you've found a way

they're going to destroy themselves.

They are going to die.

It's all over, Jim.

( atonal electronic theme plays softly )

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, it's late. Uh...

Sorry I kept you up, Mark.

We'll talk about it some other time.

Hey, Jim...

JAMES: You look tired, Metbaum. Getting enough sleep?

Haven't had much time, professor.

I pulled your record this morning.

You're studying physics. So?

If I wanted to get a pressure tank,

where would I go, except for the physics department?

Well, it depends on what you want it for.

Well, I want something about this size. You know?

With a window, and it should have gauges

and some sort of an airlock.

Something like a diver's helmet.

Yeah.

For the Firebugs, professor?

Could you build me one, Metbaum?

You haven't answered my question.

Well, I was asked not to say anything,

you know, there's some people who might panic.

Well, any other time, but my girl's in the hospital.

I'm going to see her now. ( siren wailing in distance)

Hey, Metbaum.

Isn't she reason enough to build a pressure tank?

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Oh, Sylvia, hi.

I was out walking.

Oh...

how lovely!

Nobody knows it's my birthday.

I've stopped counting.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Will you tell me what it is?

No, no, no. Wait a minute. I'll go look.

Will you stay here and hold on? Okay, I'll be right back.

( atonal electronic theme playing )

Oh...

Oh, Sylvia, thank you. How thoughtful.

I'll go out and buy some candles right away.

Oh, and I'll make a wonderful dinner.

Would you and Mark like to come over

and help us cut the cake tonight?

Oh...

Oh, good. How about, um, 8:00?

Right. James is working late. Oh, he'll be so pleased.

Okay. Thanks a lot. Bye-bye.

( atonal electronic theme plays softly )

Let's see...

"Smoked salmon snack." No.

"Dried beef snacks." No.

Oh, "chicken mousse."

( chuckles )

"Pressed or jellied chicken.

"Cut and season a four-pound stewing chicken.

"Place in a pan with two slices of onion, a little celery root

"and a small carrot.

"Cover with boiling water,

"simmer until chicken is very tender.

"And then, remove the chicken

"and continue to boil liquid until all cup... Remains...

Hm.

"Strain, skim off the fat.

"Butter a large mold or individual molds

"and decorate bottom and sides with slices of hard-cooked eggs,

"carrot and parsley.

( atonal electronic theme playing )

Remove skin and bones from..."

( screams )

( screaming )

( glass shatters )

(indistinct voices conversing)

He's still inside, Dr. Ross.

We didn't want to go in until you got here.

All right, step back. Let Dr. Ross in.

Come on, clear the way here now. Come on. Clear back.

Come on, let's go. Clear out.

Let's go. Let the professor in.

( knocks )

Jim?

Jim, it's Mark.

I can take care of it. Have them wait outside.

All right. Outside, back out. Come on, outside. Out!

Jim.

I'm sorry.

You're coming home with me.

I no sooner get this lab straightened up,

and another earthquake comes along.

Carrie was Sylvia's best friend.

Please, let us help.

You were right.

They're starting to die.

Die?

Carrie died.

My fault.

Don't do that, Jim.

I want to keep

remembering them...

...the rest of my life.

( atonal electronic theme plays softly )

( bug scraping )

( scraping )

Goddamn.

( air hisses )

You'll live.

I'll make you live.

( air releases )

( air pumps )

September the 12th,

2 a.m.

I've just placed a large male household roach into the tank

to determine if copulation with the Firebug is possible.

And, uh, I've simulated the atmosphere

in which both insects

should be able to function.

( knocking on door )

Maybe he's out.

Well, knowing the professor, he probably let the phone ring.

( knocks )

You could use some sleep, professor.

You know, you look good in a beard.

Um, I'll fix breakfast.

You can't come in.

I mean, uh...

I'm sorry. I spent the night working. Um, uh...

A book I'm writing... Need sleep.

Thank you. Thank you both.

You haven't told anybody where I am?

Just Mark Ross.

Goddamn it. You shouldn't have.

It was your idea to let him stay here.

Remember?

"It's empty. We'll fix it up. He can be comfortable. We'll--"

Okay, okay. Do you think he's all right?

Oh, he's all right. He just needs some food

and some sleep and a bath. He doesn't smell too good.

( engine starts )

( atonal electronic theme plays )

JAMES: September 16th, 4 a.m.

The male is dead from the pressure.

But the mating was successful.

I'm about to depressurize

to transfer the egg case.

The Firebug...

Eh, I'll keep it alive just as long as necessary.

( air releases )

( buzzes ) God--!

( air hisses )

She wouldn't let me anywhere near it.

That Firebug is protecting the egg case

even though she's under terrific atmospheric pressure.

It's incredible.

You can almost feel her pain.

Never mind.

The eggs should incubate at sea-level pressure.

( wind whistling )

( phone ringing )

( dial tone )

My God.

September 18th, 10:20 a.m.

The egg case has tripled in size in just 24 hours.

I wonder...

I wonder what kind of creatures this new generation will be.

I've already decided to, uh, name them...

Parmitera Hephaestus.

Hephaestus for the Greek god of fire.

Parmitera for me.

( chirruping )

( atonal electronic theme plays )

JAMES: They've become adults in five hours.

And they're a combination of both parents,

yet unlike either one.

Elongated, brownish in color

with two chitinous, hornlike projections on the head

and spotted segments on the back.

( hisses )

Oh?

You want to join the family?

( mysterious theme playing )

( chirrups and hissing )

( sobs )

( footsteps approaching )

( phone rings )

( busy signal )

Hello. Hi.

It's either out of order or his phone's off the hook.

I've been trying to get in touch with him for over an hour.

Where do you want me to take you to lunch?

Oh, I don't care.

Anyplace except the cafeteria.

I hope he's not sick.

One of his students saw him a couple of days ago

and said except for looking like he needed a little sleep,

he seemed all right.

Carrie always used to worry about him.

She was afraid he was working too hard.

No. I'm sure Jim's fine.

You know, I have Carrie's Bible.

Now, that's a good reason to go out and see him.

Sylvia, forget it.

James Parmiter can take care of himself.

I'm sure if he needed us he'd give us a call.

( hisses )

( hisses )

( gasps )

( hissing )

So that's it.

What are you waiting for?

No...

Get in here.

( hisses )

No.

Gee...

The Parmiteras will eat only raw meat. Any kind.

I'm not going to have enough here to satisfy their appetites.

I'm going to have to get some more.

But the astonishing fact...

is that they will only eat

as a combined single unit.

( suckling )

( atonal electronic theme plays softly )

( hisses )

( hissing )

( yells )

( gasps and yells )

( bugs hiss )

God.

Come on. Come on.

Damn you!

Got you.

( air hissing )

Now, pop up.

( loud squeaking )

( chuckles )

The Parmiteras sense I'm the more powerful.

They seem to know...

...they'll live only as long as I allow them to.

( slams table )

JAMES: Today I noticed that the females

are at last carrying egg cases.

They continue to listen to me,

even to my... my voice on the tapes

when I play them back.

Now, I know it's an irrational thought,

but they even seem to... to watch me.

( respires )

And certainly...

Lately they've...

taken to forming different sorts of patterns.

( atonal electronic theme plays softly )

( indistinct scurrying and hissing )

X.

Y.

Z.

( chirruping )

They're going to be...

( grunts, groans )

What are you?

I've gone too far. The egg cases...

They must be destroyed.

( grunts )

It's cracked.

I gotta have it fixed. Gotta have it fixed.

I gotta get it fixed.

SYLVIA: That should be right. Will you wait for me, please?

DRIVER: Don't be too long. I have another pickup.

JAMES' VOICE: I've gone too far. I've gone too far.

SYLVIA: Oh, my friend's home. Will you pick me up in an hour?

DRIVER: You'll have to call the station.

They'll send somebody out.

Okay.

JAMES' VOICE: I've gone too far. I've gone too far.

( knocking on door ) SYLVIA: Jim.

Jim? JAMES' VOICE: I've gone too far.

I've gone too far.

I've gone too far. Jim?

I've gone too far. ( hissing )

I've gone too far.

( shrieks )

( on recording ): I've gone too far.

I've gone too far.

( buzzes ) ( screams )

I've gone too far. ( screaming )

No! I've gone too far.

I've gone too far.

( screams )

I've gone too far.

Open! Open!

( screams )

( screaming )

No! No! No!

No! No! Aaaah!

( screams )

Oh! Oh, no! Oh!

( screaming )

God. No!

( atonal electronic theme plays )

( coughs )

Where are you?

Where are you?

( knocking at door )

( knocking continues )

Hi. Has Sylvia been out here? No.

Why would she come here?

Well, she said she might bring Carrie's Bible out to you,

but that was weeks ago.

What has happened to you?

Oh, I...

How can you live like this?

Um...

A student of mine, uh...

Metbaum, um, made it for me

when we were, um, working on pressure.

You remember, just before Carrie...

Now, isn't that silly?

I was working late last night on my book,

and I must have fallen asleep,

because these damn tapes caught fire.

It must've been because of the cigarette that I was...

For God's sake, Mark, she did not come here.

Yeah. Um...

Maybe she got home.

There's no answer.

What are you afraid of?

Well, I've been out here alone, um...

too long.

Come home with me. No. I can't.

Come back to work at the university.

No.

Stop feeling so sorry for yourself.

Goddamn it!

You just leave me alone.

Mind your own business.

Hey, Mark, I'm sorry.

Please, understand me. I cannot leave yet.

I will. I promise.

When? Soon.

Look, couple of days, okay?

I mean, I'll call. We'll meet.

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Oh, my God!

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Oh, my God!

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