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  • Jesus, Blake, are you really sleeping?
  • You should have slept last night.
  • You were calling out some other woman's name.
  • In your sleep.
  • Jessica, I think.
  • You know a Jessica?
  • Ah. Yeah. I haven't thought about her in ages.
  • All the mercury in that woman's blood...
  • She had to have spent at least a decade downstream from some pretty heavy industry.
  • We should record an intro while we're up here. Production value?
  • Can't work my diaphragm with this thing on.
  • That was exciting.
  • Get as much of the landscape behind me as you can.
  • You got me?
  • Hummmm. Hummmm.. Red leather yellow leather, red leather yellow leather.
  • HAVE A SOO PIE. HAVE A SOO PIE. BRBRBBRBRBRBRBRBR. Okay.
  • I'm Lynn Langermann, here for news tomorrow dot net.
  • We're flying past the Havasupai Indian Reservation in central Arizona.
  • In search of the origins of murder victim Jane Doe.
  • I'll say she strangled herself to death?
  • We might play this before the doctor interviews. If this falls in the first thirty we need to get the word 'murder' in there.
  • We should probably mention the fetus, too, I mean how it just...
  • Here, let me try a version that can serve as intro for the whole piece. Tell me when we're good.
  • Two weeks ago, a young woman was found wandering, barefoot, pregnant, and alone on a barren stretch of highway a hundred miles from the nearest... Oh.
  • Fuck! Blake!
  • Oh god. Oh god.
  • Please, Blake, I don't want to die!
  • Listen to me. Please. We crashed. We...
  • Get your fucking hands off me!
  • Oh god, Blake.
  • No.
  • I don't know. Oh, shit. We have to run.
  • Away from here. Anywhere but here.
  • Oh god. My stomach...
  • It hurts. Something's wrong. Fuck...
  • I have to stop. I just... I need... Oh god.
  • I thought you were dead.
  • When you fell, I thought we were all dead.
  • God. I... I can't talk about it.
  • Please, Blake. Please don't ask me.
  • They're coming.
  • I don't know.
  • He's insane. They're all fucking insane.
  • Please, Blake I just want to get out of here.
  • I... I can't. Not now.
  • Let's just get away from this place. Please.
  • Oh god. Stay back!
  • I swear to fucking Christ, the first person who touches me loses their eyes.
  • No. No!
  • No! Nooo!
  • Blake! Bla-
  • Blake! Blake, oh my god! Blake, help me!
  • It hurts! Oh god!
  • Oh, oh.. NO!...
  • Oh my god, Blake. You're alive!
  • Please. I don't want to die here.
  • I don't want our baby to die here...ugh!
  • What the fuck?
  • As far from this place as we can get... Oh...
  • Down here. We have to get inside before the baby comes.
  • We can't stay out here. Help me down. Please, Blake.
  • Aaah, it hurts!
  • I need to lie down.
  • Okay. Okay. I just... ufff... uuuff...
  • Oh fuck! FUCK!
  • Oh FUCK!
  • Oh Jesus Christ Blake!
  • What the fuck... I think something's wrong... Aahh!
  • It hurts too much!... I need to lie down!
  • Oh, shit, Blake!
  • Oh shit. Shit shit shit.
  • FUCK YOU! AND FUCK YOUR GOD!
  • Blake! A path!
  • It's getting worse.
  • It's like the whole world burnt.
  • Oh, shit, Blake!
  • Yeah. She's coming soon... Ugh!
  • It's cold.
  • Jesus.
  • Oh shit. Shit shit shit.
  • I can't do this.
  • Oh god!
  • Something's wrong...
  • It feels like something's wrong!
  • It hurts too much!
  • Oh, fuck! FUCK! ARRGH!
  • Oh god. Oh god. It's coming.
  • There's nothing there...

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