[electronic whirring]
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: Good day, Dr. Sanjay.
Yeah. Good morning.
[scanner wand squeaking]
Sanjay!
[laughs]
Oh. You okay?
Rough weekend?
A humdinger.
Work or pleasure?
I haven't known pleasure for quite some time.
[wry laugh]
[tone ringing]
Are you okay?
It's nothing.
HILL: The Founder looked at the data.
He sent a message this morning.
"Do over."
Do over? CYNTHIA: That's it?
We spent months on those trials.
We've tried every new source of pluripotent stem cells,
including samples from amniotic fluids.
We need more
than just pronouncements from above.
We need direction!
What about a meeting with the man? Yeah.
HILL: You want the Founder to tell you
how terrible your data is face-to-face?
The guy is a recluse.
No one here's even seen him for years.
[distorted]: For all we know,
he didn't even read the stuff.
HILL [distorted]: I can assure you
that Augustus Goldman is
[slows, distorts]: fully engaged.
But the Founder has other interests
that keep him occupied.
Yeah, what about that?
Doesn't that creep you out,
that he's referred to as "The Founder"?
[distorted and distant fluttering, squawking]
[glass rattling]
[snaps, cracks]
[fingers thudding]
[eyelids shudder and crackle]
CYNTHIA: ...do it.
HILL: Now.
It's necessary.
Data... is the key.
HILL: Don't hesitate.
Go. Go now.
Go!
[tone ringing]
[slow, distorted]: Go... now...
[glass rattling, clattering]
Can't anyone hear that?
[tone stops]
[gasps] Sorry.
Excuse me.
♪
[typing rapidly]
CYNTHIA: Do it.
HILL: Now.
ROGERS: Data... is the key.
[knock echoing]
ROGERS [muffled, distorted]: Sanjay! Sanjay!
Sanjay, come on!Open up!
[insistent banging on door]
HILL [muffled]: Open the door, Sanjay!
ROGERS [distorted]:Sanjay!
Sanjay, open the door!
HILL: It's not opening! Open the door! Sanjay!
HILL: Something's wrong with the system! ROGERS: Open! Come on!
HILL: The certificate. Sanjay, open the door! ROGERS: Sanjay, open the door!
[tone ringing]
[tone intensifies] [Sanjay whimpers]
[gasping]
[muffled]: Sanjay? [muffled]: Sanjay! Sanjay!
[tone continues] [crackling, squishing]
[brief whimper]
♪
[camera shutter clicking]
What do you make of this, Scully?
Well, it seems that Dr. Sanjay
had a psychotic break and committed suicide.
Note the letter opener sticking out of his head.
Noted.
All the witnesses I spoke to have consistent accounts.
I mean the room.
He chose the most secured place
in the building to kill himself.
He was trying to access something.
These are isolated servers,
so the only way to get to the data
is through this terminal,
which is also protected.
Is that why we're here?
You're interested in the server?
What are you looking for, Mulder?
Unhand the hard drive, sir.
This is evidence.
It's classified.
The reason why we're investigating,
rather than the local police,
is because we have security clearance.
To be in the room.
Not to look inside this.
This is property of Department of Defense.
MULDER: We need to conduct
a few more interviews, then,
before we conclude our investigation.
The individuals pertinent to this incident
have already been interviewed by your colleague.
We'd like to talk to Augustus Goldman.
That's impossible. Dr. Goldman was not
even on campus when this happened.
Well, if you won't let me look at the drive,
then I have to talk to Goldman
about what the deceased was trying to access before he died.
I'm not authorized to confirm
that I have knowledge of the whereabouts of the Founder.
Can you confirm that you have security cameras
watching over the entire complex?
There's that one,
and I saw a few more out there. GUARD: Yes.
In that case, I'd like to see all of the tapes.
As soon as possible. GUARD: All right.
I'll have those sent over.
But for now, remove this body
so we can secure this room.
Sorry, we're not finished--
Oh, we are finished.
We are finished.
Mulder, that's not your phone.
You know me, Scully.
I'm old-school.
Riley v. California.
The Supreme Court ruled that you needed a warrant
to search a mobile phone.
That's for a suspect. Sanjay's the victim.
Well, there is no victim. He killed himself.
Well, then, I'm sure he won't mind
me talking to some of his friends.
Here's someone he talked to every night.
"Gupta."
Dr. Sanjay is from western India.
Gupta's a Marathi word.
It means "secret."
How do you know that?
I'm old-school, Mulder.
Pre-Google.
[blues song playing in background]
♪ Tell me, baby...
Gupta?
Thanks for meeting me. My name is...
No... no names, please.
You're Sonny's friend?
[no voice]
Is that guy bothering you?
Not yet.
What... do you... want?
I want to talk.
Can we go somewhere more private?
I don't... know you well enough.
I'm safe. You can trust me.
Come on.
Oh, whoa, whoa, no.
Well, you said you wanted to "talk."
Yes. I-I don't think that means
exactly what you think it means.
Or... or I'm not...
You guys are all alike, you know?
You say you want to walk on the wild side,
but when it comes down to it...
you're repressed.
I finally let go of all that,
that self-loathing and that judgment
and I'm free.
Stop tormenting yourself.
The truth is in here.
Yeah, I've-I've heard something like that.
Hey, listen, I-I-I gotta tell you...
[clears throat]
Sanjay is dead.
Deceased is a male,
35 years old,
five-foot-eight and three-quarters inches,
180 pounds.
[sighs]
The probable cause of death
is the introduction-- self-propelled--
of a letter opener
into the cerebral cortex
by way of the ear canal.
[sighs, groans]
I will now commence with my overall external examination.
The last couple of weeks, he was...
he was distant.
He was... he was troubled.
I... I thought it was me, you know?
We hadn't gotten together for a while.
I mean, he'd call me every night,
but nothing... physical.
Did he talk to you about his problems?
About work?
Yeah.
Yeah, he said he was upset about his kids.
He said they were dying.
His kids?
He was single.
I didn't push it.
I just tried to make him feel better.
Well, I saw where he lived.
There was nothing there.
He lived an antiseptic life.
He lived two lives.
In two separate places.
[phone buzzing] Excuse me.
Yeah.
Mulder, you gotta see this.
I had to break his fingers to pry them open.
But he wrote that
on the palm of his hand before he died.
"Founder's Mutation."
The Founder is what they called
Dr. Goldman at Nugenics.
Is that why you wanted to talk to him?
I don't think that's the mutation
Sanjay was referring to.
Did you find anything else on the autopsy?
Well, there were no abnormalities
in Dr. Sanjay's brain.
The opener destroyed the acoustic nerve
and then went into the cerebral cortex.
It's weird, because the opener
goes in at 90 degrees
and then it veers off at 60 degrees
up into his brain, like he was
hunting for something.
Yeah. It ended up in the auditory cortex.
You know... he blurted something out
at the meeting, before his suicide.
He said, "Can't anyone hear that?"
Hmm. But nobody else could hear a thing.
Well, ultimately, hearing is just nerve impulses
interpreted by the brain.
What if those same impulses could be generated
without actual vibrations striking the ear drum?
Hmm. Anyway...
If he left a note on his hand,
maybe he left other clues.
But where?
We've checked out every square inch of his apartment.
Well, he leased a place that only Gupta knew about.
I think we should go to where he actually lived.
[indistinct conversations]
It's hard to imagine,in 2016,
that Sanjay had to keep his lifestyle preferences a secret.
Being gay wasn't his only secret.
[tires screech, man grunts]
Mulder?
[distant]: I found something.
His kids.
Yeah.
Sanjay was afraid they were dying.
These kids, they look so young.
None of them look older than ten.
Look at the backgrounds.
SCULLY: It's a clinical setting.
It looks like it might be a hospital.
[car doors shut in distance]
The police are coming up.
We must have triggered a silent alarm.
All right, look around-- he's bound to have kept
some information on them somewhere.
[tone ringing]
[groans]
Mulder?
Mulder, are you okay?
[footsteps approach]
They're coming.
Mulder.
MAN [distant]: Police officer!
OFFICER [distorted]: Lady, put your hands where I can see 'em!
SCULLY [distorted]: FBI.
[tone continues ringing]
[nails scraping]
[tone ringing, nails scraping, no voice]
[tone stops]
[distorted, indistinct, then:] ...Find her.
[distorted]: Help me.
[distorted]: Find her.
[echoing]: Find her... Find her... Find her...
[tone ringing, increasing in intensity]
Do you have anything to add to this, Agent Scully?
If you look at the files that we found
in Dr. Sanjay's apartment...
No, I can't look at those.
They're right over there.
MURPHY: These files are classified.
They're the property of the Department of Defense.
Well, I've had a look at them.
Those files are the medical records
of children with grave genetic abnormalities.
How those children relate to Dr. Sanjay's suicide
is the object of our investigation.
SKINNER: Well, considering the fact that you just lost
access to those files, your investigation is closed.
I'll submit the report on the suicide
to the proper authorities. We're done here.
MURPHY: [clears throat] Let me remind you,
Agents Mulder and Scully,
dissemination of any classified material,
either internally or publically,
will be dealt with harshly.
I'm familiar with Edward Snowden.
I assume you made copies.
I managed some top sheets before the DoD took over.
I think those children are failed experiments.
So you suspect the Department of Defense is experimenting
with genetic modification on humans?
What do you think?
I think there were many troubling details to this case,
and, um...
if Agent Mulder has nothing more to add...
I don't.
...then I think we need time to prove his theory.
SKINNER: The bureaucracy in the FBI has become
increasingly complex and inefficient.
It might take days
for your incident report and order to close the investigation
to make it through the proper channels.
Welcome back, you two.
Surveillance footage?
Yeah, from Nugenics.
I've been working on syncing all the cameras
to the exact time code of Dr. Sanjay's suicide.
[sighing]: There.
What happened to you at Sanjay's apartment, Mulder?
I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell Skinner,
but I was there, I saw you on your knees in pain.
I heard sounds.
It was a high-pitched frequency,
like-like a steel spike being driven through my head.
And then it focused into two words:
"Find her."
There were no sounds.
I didn't hear anything.
Look at those birds.
Maybe they seeded the lawn that morning.
Infrasounds, Scully.
Vibrations inaudible to the human ear
but known to drive the worms up through the soil
to the surface, in response to them.
Mulder, how are these connected?
The birds, the suicide, the kids, the genetic anomalies.
What are you hiding?
Augustus Goldman is the only one
who might know how it all fits together.
We gotta talk to him.
What are you hiding?
[keyboard clacks]
Sanjay heard sounds...
right before he committed suicide.
That could be you, Mulder.
This is dangerous.
[scoffs]
When has that ever stopped us before?
I might know how to get to Goldman.
WOMAN: Augustus.
Yes, I know him well,
but he's a very private person.
Some would say reclusive.
Without him, we wouldn't have the resources
to help these women in need.
He's a true champion of the unborn.
Dr. Goldman is a blessing.
That's why we're here today.
I've become aware of a situation that I wanted to share with you.
Dr. Goldman is under investigation.
Obamacare.
We wanted to spare him the indignity
of having the government knock at his door unannounced.
I was wondering if we could meet with him in private.
Dana, I'm afraid Our Lady of Sorrows cannot be
a conduit for the FBI to one of our biggest donors.
Sister Mary, I've worked here for seven years.
You know me.
Yes, and I know your heart's in the right place.
I wouldn't ask if it weren't important.
I have a number I can call.
I'll agree to relay a message.
Thank you.
Ask Dr. Goldman if he'll talk to us about
the Founder's Mutation.
Stay here.
[tapping on glass]
I got to get out of here.
What's your name?
Agnes.
You got a car?
Do you want to call someone?
You think if I could call someone I would be asking you?
Just forget it. I knew you weren't gonna help me.
Agnes.
Wait.
I'm a doctor.
You can tell me anything.
I don't belong here.
Not with these sheep.
I don't care what I signed.
The hospital is only concerned with the health
of the mother and the baby.
My baby.
Of course, your baby.
I changed my mind.
I'm not giving it up.
I don't care if he's sick.
Sick?
My baby's not right.
They saw it on the... ultrasound thing and...
I had a feeling, you know, ever since I got pregnant.
But everybody here has the same story.
Just don't say anything.
I was just kidding around, okay?
If you ever want to talk.
I've spoken to Augustus.
He said he'd be happy to meet you.
Thank you.
Sister Mary, how are the patients chosen to be here?
They're homeless, damaged in one way or another.
Alcohol, drugs, no fathers in the picture.
Men and their lies.
No offense.
Desire is the devil's pitchfork.
But as long as there's a need and an innocent child,
we'll provide for each and every one.
MULDER: It's insidious, Scully.
A ward for pregnant women paid for by Augustus Goldman,
the founder of a company with deep ties
to the Department of Defense.
This could be another phase of the project--
their experiments in eugenics.
Those women in there... could be incubators.
Mulder...
I'm not a fragile little girl.
Scully...
This is what you suspected all along,
but were afraid to articulate.
Is this what you believe happened to me 15 years ago?
When I got pregnant, when I had my baby?
Was I just an incubator?
You're never "just" anything to me, Scully.
Do you ever think about William?
Yes, of course I do,
but I've... I feel like I've had to put that behind me.
He'd be 15 years old now.
And I've missed every single year of his life.
And sometimes... I hate myself that I didn't have
the courage to stand by him.
You did what you did to keep him safe.
His adoption is secret, his location is unknown
because you had to protect him.
Do you believe he was an experiment?
I don't know.
What if he's out there somewhere,
like one of those kids on Sanjay's wall,
fighting for his life?
All we can do, Scully, is pull the thread,
see what it unravels.
[class bell ringing, student chatting]
SCULLY: It's the first day of school.
You nervous?
Your hands are sweaty.
Ew! That's you.
[laughs]
What's the most important thing to remember?
Sit still, listen, say "excuse me" if you fart.
[laughs]
The most important thing to remember
is that I love you.
That's all you have to remember.
Come on, let's go say hi to your teacher.
Thank you.
[bell ringing, kids chattering]
Hi, Mom.
Bye, Mom.
Be home in time for dinner!
[quietly]: Will...
I'm scared.
You're gonna be fine. You've just broken your arm.
Does it hurt anywhere else?
Okay, we're gonna get you
to the hospital, and take some X-rays
to make sure you don't have
a concussion, okay, honey?
WILLIAM: Mom!
Mom, please!
Mom!
[gasps]
What's happening to me?
♪
MAN: "Founder's Mutation."
Intriguing message.
It's what Sanjay wrote on his hand.
Yes, before his unfortunate act of self-destruction.
Very dramatic, but meaningless.
I've read everything you published, Dr. Goldman.
It seems your research deals primarily with
genetic manipulation.
Let me try to explain to you what we do here.
It's no secret.
We're trying to save children.
I won't tell you their last names, to protect their privacy,
but I can tell you what they are fighting against:
Proteus syndrome...
Crouzon syndrome...
all kinds of cancerous tumors...
epidermal displasia...
Pitt-Hawkins syndrome,
ichthyosis, Marfan syndrome,
among others.
We are a cutting-edge research facility
for these unfortunate patients.
There's absolutely no cost involved to be treated here.
Would you like to talk to him?
Sure.
[switch clicks] Adam?
[over speaker]: You have a visitor.
[over speaker]: Hi, Adam.
My name is Dr. Scully.
How long have you been here, Adam?
Forever.
And where are your parents?
I don't have any.
He was sent to us as a baby.
Adam has a form of Crouzon syndrome.
And why is he in a sealed room?
All of the children.
He has a genetic disorder.
He's not contagious.
Thank you, Adam.
We are working with therapies
unavailable anywhere in the world.
We need to eliminate the environmental factors
that could affect the outcome.
I am searching for the key that was the seed
to all of these terrible genetic abnormalities.
Alien DNA?
Is that why the Department of Defense
is funding your research?
Dr. Scully,
I was told that you were the rational one.
GIRL: No! Let go!
MAN: Molly! Oop! Let go of me!
No! No! No!
No! No! I'm afraid that that is all the time that I have.
Sarah will show you out.
This way, please.
He didn't answer my question.
[Molly screaming]
Let go of me! Molly! Molly!
No! No! No!
No!
[Molly continues screaming and yelling]
Did you see that, Mulder?
Interesting.
[beeping]
Something's happened to Agnes.
[siren whoops] We found the victim with your card in her pocket.
Hit and run-- car was moving pretty fast.
Skid marks from back there
[siren approaching] up to the point of impact.
We're checking cameras in the area.
No witnesses.
What about the baby?
What are you talking about?
She was pregnant.
The baby's gone.
[siren wailing]
Mulder...
Hmm? Agnes died from blunt force trauma.
Most likely from the impact of the car.
Her right ulna was broken in two places,
her lungs were lacerated by broken ribs,
and her skull was crushed.
What about the baby?
Surgically removed.
I couldn't tell if the fetus was still alive
when it was taken from her womb, but... they took it, Mulder.
To get rid of evidence.
Agnes wanted to talk.
She left the hospital.
That baby was the only proof
that she was part of Goldman's experiment.
What if the baby was still alive?
Mulder, that car hit her so hard that a, an adult woman
with the benefit of a mature skeletal structure
wasn't able to survive the impact.
It's highly unlikely that the baby would remain viable.
Unlikely for human fetuses.
In 1973, the Syndicate was convened to assist
in a project to colonize the world
by creating alien/human hybrids.
The project was ultimately unsuccessful.
I doubt they ever stopped trying.
But what you're talking about is changing
the genetic makeup of a population.
That's the next step in evolution.
Every new species begins with a Founder's Mutation.
One child with the correct combination of DNA
could be a start.
There was a study published last year
in Nature Communications, by Batini and Hallast,
that found that Y chromosomes in the majority of European men
could be traced back to just three individuals
from the Bronze Age.
I did some digging around the police archives,
looking for anything related to Goldman.
17 years ago, Jackie Goldman was remanded
to St. Elizabeth's hospital as a forensics patient.
She was adjudicated criminally insane.
Dr. Goldman's wife?
She was convicted of murdering her baby.
That body also was never found.
Mrs. Goldman, we'd like to ask you
a few questions about your husband.
About his work?
Mulder, she hasn't said anything in ten minutes.
[yowling]
You don't like cats?
What do you want?
Can we ask you a few questions, Jackie?
Not about my husband.
He is the one still keeping me here.
Do you miss your daughter?
Molly.
You should see, uh, that one, that one.
I love my daughter.
But... there was... something
odd... about her.
I felt it from the day she was born.
I-I didn't know for sure...
until she was two.
Where's Molly?
She fell in the pool
and nobody noticed.
Molly was underwater for at least ten minutes.
She should've been dead.
I never told anyone else this.
Not only was she alive...
...she was breathing in the water.
[muffled exclamation]
The other moms thought it was a miracle.
But I knew what it was.
My husband...
did... something to the embryo.
He used our own daughter for his research.
I was nine months pregnant at the time.
I was not about to let him have my son.
I had to get away from that monster.
[gasping]
Please...
don't go.
I love you.
I want my daughter, Augustus.
She is safe, so are you, right here with me.
What did you do to her?! Jackie! Jackie!
No! [panting]
He took Molly away.
He hid her from me.
So I got in the car and I drove.
I just drove, no idea where to go.
I knew there was no chance they would leave me alone.
I had another baby in my belly.
"They"?
The government.
Augustus worked for them.
I couldn't trust anyone.
Especially the police.
I was so scared.
I was going too fast.
And there was an animal in the middle of the road.
I-I panicked and I crashed.
[moaning]
[gasping]
[grunting]
[sobs]
[grunting]
I thought I was gonna die.
[rapid gasping]
But that's when I heard the sound.
[tone ringing]
[screams]
It was so loud
and piercing; it hurt.
It was in my head.
[tone ringing] [screaming]
He was talking to me
in the only way that he knew how.
And I knew what I had to do.
They said I killed my baby.
I didn't.
I let him out.
Do you know what happened to your son?
Passed out from loss of blood.
Woke up in a hospital.
I never saw my boy again.
I think about him every day.
A mother never forgets.
All my training,
everything that I know about psychology
tells me that she's delusional,
but, Mulder, there's something about her that I trust.
She heard a tone in her head, a screech--
that's what happened to me.
Are you saying that you think the baby
that communicated with her communicated with you?
Wouldn't be a baby anymore.
Excuse me.
Uh, you don't work for the hospital, do you?
You're a subcontractor?
Yeah. A-1 Janitorial.
We're all over the city.
Thank you. Thanks.
MULDER: A-1 Janitorial also services Nugenics.
You'll recognize the uniform.
He's cleaning the office
directly above the Secured Servers vault.
He's no more than 15 feet away from Dr. Sanjay
at the time of his death.
[tapping keys]
Action, reaction.
[beeping]
I made a request for the name
of the janitor on duty.
Turns out he also worked at St. Elizabeth's last month.
High school dropout Kyle Gilligan.
We got him.
♪
I'm Special Agent Scully.
This is Special Agent Mulder.
We'd like to speak with Kyle Gilligan.
I'm his mother.
Is he around?
We'd like to ask him a few questions
about an incident at work. The suicide?
You heard about that.
There's not a thing that goes on
in my son's life that I don't know.
Well, we'd still like to speak with him.
He's got nothing to say.
Why don't you let us decide that?
I don't like to expose my son to stressful situations.
It's not good for him.
He doesn't understand it.
He's simple.
And he's a minor.
And I won't allow it.
You didn't give birth to Kyle.
[quietly]: Mulder...
What did you say?
After the accident, where'd you find him?
Get the hell off my porch.
Your son is unique; have you ever wondered why?
Get out! Mulder, she's making it pretty clear.
[birds cawing, wings fluttering]
[birds screeching, squawking]
[quietly]: Bad things happen when the birds gather.
[tone ringing] Aah!
[ringing intensifies] Aah...
[groaning] Mulder...?
Mulder! Mulder!
[gasps]
Where is he?!
[tone ringing intensely] [yelling in pain]
Where is he?!
[birds squawking] [mother shouting]
[tone continues ringing]
[tone ringing]
Whatever you're doing, stop right there.
[inhales]
MOTHER: Don't take him!
[crying]: Don't!
Please don't take him!
He didn't know what he was doing!
He was just trying to protect me!
Is that true, Kyle?
That you don't know what you're doing?
Why did you kill Dr. Sanjay?
I didn't want him to die.
You made him kill himself.
No!
I would never.
He was... he was helping me.
You got inside his head.
You got inside my head.
You can make people hear things.
Like you just did; like you did to me
in Sanjay's apartment.
But you can't control it.
I just want to find my sister.
Molly?
At the hospital, where you worked.
You heard Jackie's story.
She told me that he has her.
And Jackie is my real mother, okay?
I have to find my sister.
Kyle, nobody knows where she is.
I know who knows.
[switch clicks]
Hmm.
Would you mind if I took some blood?
Where's Molly?
How do you know that name?
My... [gasps, groans]
...mother told me to find her.
And what would you do...
once you found her?
I don't... know.
I'm gonna let you meet Molly.
Molly?
[quiet laugh]
What's your name?
Kyle. [quiet laugh]
No.
Y-You're not my sister.
No!
[clattering, thudding] SCULLY: Kyle...?
Molly?
You're Molly.
MOLLY: I didn't know I had a brother.
I can hear you.
Are you ready?
[rumbling]
MULDER: Kyle!
[electrical buzzing and crackling]
GOLDMAN: Molly!
No! No! Daddy, just let me go!
Get the hell away from her!
[tone ringing, electrical buzzing]
[screaming] SCULLY: Kyle!
MULDER: Scully! [Goldman screaming]
[electrical buzzing]
Aah!
[Goldman screams in agony]
[tone ringing intensely]
[Goldman screaming]
Skinner, keep your people behind the red tape.
Department of Defense has control of the facility.
It's now classified as top secret.
We no longer have jurisdiction here.
Have they found Molly or Kyle?
You were the last one to see them, Agent Mulder.
I blacked out after Goldman's eyes
popped out of the sockets.
Believe me, you can't unsee that.
Well, they're gone; there's no trace of them anywhere.
Kyle's blood.
A trace.
[growls, screeches]
Monkeys.
Yeah, that's...
well, that's early man, William.
[screeching, hooting]
That's the monolith.
What's a "momomyth"?
Some people think it represents our first contact with aliens.
Other people think it represents
the beginning of human knowledge.
I... I think one day you'll probably have
your own ideas about it.
[hooting, grunting, screeching]
Dad...
Hmm?
My fin broke.
Oh.
Space is hard.
"All great and honorable actions
are undertaken with great difficulty."
[imitating President Kennedy]: "We choose to go to the moon
"in this decade and do other things,
"not because they're easy...
BOTH: "But because they are hard."
[chuckles] That's right.
Come on, let's light this candle.
We'll do yours first.
Okay.
There you go.
You ready?
Yep.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Ignition.
I'm gonna go up there someday.
WILLIAM: Dad!
William!
[rumbling]
Dad!
No!
[rumbling fades]
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