The Hound of the Baskervilles - Part Three

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What are you expecting to find, a poisoning or something? If they say there's nothing suspicious, then what harm am I doing? What about this family? No wife, no children. You know what, Jamie, you were looking for something and I think we have a semblance of something. It's called catacolamine surge. Something just bang, gripped him. It flooded his body with absolute terror, stress, fright, call it whatever you want. And then it just detonates in here. He gives out too old to take whatever horror he witnessed. Who's he going to meet? He's a lonely old man in a man house. He's got no wife, no kids, no family. I didn't say there was no family. Henry Baskerville, the Canadian nephew. Ayrton Baskerville Hall. How do you think I am? Can you, I mean... You've got no shoes? I have a shoe upstairs. This place is, she said some utter crap. But somebody took my shoe. They actually took my shoe. My shoe. Hey, hey, Northamble and Hotel, right here. Yes, I know. Oh, sorry, I thought you were walking first. I am. Sorry, wait, why? Because we're being followed. Oh, I knew it. The hell is going on? Come this way. Okay, okay. Was he killed? Henry. Was he? Uncle Charles, was he killed? It's complicated. It's not complicated. Stop saying it's complicated. He is, he was, he was frail. He was alone and sick and dying and his, and he had heart failure. It literally gave out because he was so old. I love him. I'll miss him. But this, this is not some tragic tale of life torn away. It was, it sure as hell is not complicated. Did you just do that? Do what? Not you, him. I did nothing. You put a note in my pocket. I assure you, I didn't. Well, who did? Show me. Get off. Show me the note. What does it say? Keep away from the Moor. Uh, I guess it is kind of complicated. Keep away from the Moor. Huh, it's all, it's all letters cut from newspaper headlines. Yeah. Except this last one, the R at the end, they drew on and someone slipped this into his pocket. Yeah. I mean, yeah, that's what Henry said. And you guys didn't see anybody? You in Sherlock didn't see anybody. We, we were all arguing. Arguing? Yeah. And look, it didn't necessarily happen in the shop. It could have happened anywhere. What shop? Shoe shop. Did you lose your shoes again? No. No, Henry did. He lost a shoe. It's a long story. Uh-huh. What's he like? Probably all right. We, we just got off on the wrong foot, really. He's inheriting Baskerville Halls. I think our questions came across to him like, yeah, we were accusing him of involvement somehow. Do you think he was involved? No. Uh, wait, do we? Sherlock? We have our clues. We must handle them with great care, for they are ever so fragile. Whisper threads that we must weave and braid into a hardened cord. Okay, great. How many threads do you have? Three. We have a note. We have the missing shoe. And we have our follower. Wait, so someone is following you? Wait, the shoe is a clue? Sherlock. You just had to jump in. What? I asked my question first, okay? Okay. For me, you know, he's murdered two young women in London, and now he's by all accounts roaming across, through here at Darkmoor. For me as a local, with a wife, with daughters. There's your monster, Romain Moore. Crazy, isn't it? The families of those Spanish people. If you're not letting them down, I actually feel it personally, which is ridiculous. No, John, don't. Don't let that piece of shit hurt any more people, including you. Yeah. But I can't help feel for those poor people out there on the moor. Living out there, and this guy is on the loose? Not like he's a burglar who just committed some tax fraud. He killed people, two beautiful girls. You'll get him. I hope so. Yeah. What are you doing? Bowing up. You've just had a power nap. Shouldn't you be investigating? I'm waiting for Sherlock. Why? What do you mean? He's stewing. He's thinking. Yeah? So am I. Thinking about what? Exactly. Thinking about having a nap? John, get out there and help him with three threads or whatever he calls them. Yeah, no, I will. I just... What? Don't know. I don't know. Talk to me. What? My track record without Sherlock's. Not great. So gonna just be there for when he needs me. So Charles Baskerville's funeral, right away. Which is no! Wait, let me get pressed. We'll walk along the top of the old by Baskerville Hall and we can map out the mine shafts. They're always a danger. Yep, just hold on to you, Sax. My torch is a bit... I can't see where I'm going. Just follow my torch, mate. Watch your step. Anne? Anne? What are you doing, darling? I... I can see something. I'm in here! Yep! Not a popular man. Yes. Perhaps forgotten. In his lonely gothic manner. Henry Baskerville would like to speak on Charles. His uncle. My mom was American. My dad English. One summer we'd go to the States, to New York, and the next summer we'd come to England to Dartmoor to see Charles. In my teenage years, I gotta be honest, I hated the Dartmoor thing. The place was old, cold, creepy, and quiet. And I never had any service on my... I guess I... It was a Nokia back then. And New York just seemed like this whole world of possibility and excitement and expression. And everything that you think of as a place of origin and everything that you think it's going to be. But before I was that starry eyed teen itching to get out of Rockwood, Ontario, Dartmoor was like a mythical fantasy world. My dad and uncle Charles would take me on these hikes from tour to tour, pointing out the great bogs and mires that festered with little minions and beasts. So he and Charles told me, the forests with their little fairies and the pixies burrowing in the undergrowth. The pubs and the old stone buildings that housed headless horsemen and wicked witches. It was a wonderland. A total wonderland. And it's only when I got older, only a few years ago actually, when my father died, that I realized what I really loved about the place was that I wasn't in Dartmoor. I was in the mind of my father and his kooky older brother, Uncle Charles. I was invited into their childhood, their stories, their adventures. I wasn't infatuated with the landscapes and the village screens. I was six years old. I was infatuated with them, these two old guys and their magical kingdom. But we have a... chemical reaction in us, an instinct that forms at 13, 14, 15, where we reject our parents. As best we can. A hardwired predisposition to go out in the world, to spread and... I put these people, like Sir Charles, out of my life, for too long. I asked my father for forgiveness at his funeral, and I asked Charles the same now. Charles Baskerville was a man of incredible imagination and generosity. He was a charitable man, right to the end. He... he felt the Baskerville name needed cleansing, to buff up the doled leather into a proud gleam, a good spit shine, he used to say. He cleaned it up pretty good. To the darkness of Baskerville Hall, he brought the light. He brought the light. Bleak day for a bleak occasion. Can't help thinking when I look at that coffin. We cut that bloke open yesterday. Mm-hmm. He couldn't make eye contact with me in there. I guess he's feeling a bit sheepish about now, too. A hangover from his tenacious little scheme yesterday. Mm-hmm. Yes. I see you're doing what I'm doing. Oh, yes? What's that exactly? You know what? Looking for our stalker. Yep. Although I'm no longer looking for him. I'm looking at him. I was a man I see just there. Where? Well, I can't point. Described then. Leaning against the railings of Parliament Square. Bearded guy. John! Henry! Okay. We thought we'd come to the service because Paul Bearer down. Can you... Oh! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Yeah. Sure, look, I've just got... It's a... of course. Hello, mate. Thank you. No, no, no. An honour. Just... just here. Yeah. Okay, gents. We go one, two, three, and then we'll lift. Okay, go slow, rise, please. One, two, three, lift. Left. Right. Left. Right. That's it. Okay, now we're on three. Down slow. One, two, three. Gentle and slow. Gentle and slow. Gentle and slow. Ah. Bye, Uncle Charles. Bye, Uncle Charles. Go find your little brother. Tell him Henry says hi. Thank you, John. No problem, Henry. I need a drink. You figured out my creepy note yet? Because my train leaves in the morning. Going down there with Jamie. To Dartmoor. Uh-huh. So you prefer not to heed the instruction on the mysterious note? Nope. I think you should come with me to Dartmoor. To Baskerville Hall? Why? Because I think, yeah, it's... Yeah, I agree. Something is, uh... Not right. I don't think the police are going to entertain it unless they are seriously bored, so... I think you should join. You have seen him. The bearded man. Yeah. When? Where? I was getting ready this morning, showering, and I turned the water off, and I heard something in my room. It... I... It... It was misty, and I looked into the mirror opposite, above the... the sink, and I can see into my room... The bearded man. The bearded man. Exactly. I froze. I mean, I'm not just creeped out. I'm totally naked, so, uh... By the time I've come to my senses, he's ran down the corridor and out. Hotel are going to help with the security footage and everything, but I know what he took anyway, so... He took something. Yeah, of course. He's not just popping by to watch me shower. Is he? Not of course. Not of course at all. What did he take? My Blue Jays cap. The hat you wore yesterday. Yeah. I said to the hotel guys, it won't take very long to track him. There's like maybe 10 Blue Jays fans outside of Toronto. But, got the shoe back, so... What? Shoes showed up. When? Dunno, just saw them. Both shoes on the ground this morning as they left. Cleaned? Yep. I mean, one had. Got cleaned already. They did all that shine stuff. They just took this stupid shoe. Why do you think this guy is taking stuff? Sherlock. I haven't... Mmm... Been able to quite understand that just yet. An old shoe. But then returned. Then an old hockey cap. Baseball. Shush! Our three threads remain unconnected. But we have the chance to tie them together. However, I fear one thread may be cut. What thread is that? Oh, not the note. That's our biggest clue. These letters. Each one was ripped from the Times newspaper yesterday's Times newspaper. You could figure that out? From those cuttings, really? Yes. I have had the whole night with it. Observe the type-condensed serif with sharp contrast. Not the shallower forms of tabloids or supplementary reeds. The bracketing of these angled serif. That's Times modern, used only in the compact edition. Not the broadsheet or weekend editions. If we examine the why here from the word away... Evidence tampering. Is it there, mate? Yes, but as far as the police are concerned, that would be tampering with evidence in the case of the elderly man dying of natural causes. Fair enough. See this, behind the why. Impressions of what? A pen? Iro-pen, yes. It's three letters. P-R-O. Pro. What does that mean? It's 12 down. From yesterday's Times crossword. Introductory session, eight letters. Right, so they did the crossword, and then cut out a load of letters and stuck them on a bit of paper for a scary note. And why not do the last letter? Why write the R? They did not do the crossword. They didn't? They didn't. They took the paper from the tube. Its previous owner did the crossword. How exactly do you... Heavy creasing on the very first letter here. S, not just folded, but folded and compressed with some weight so likely sat on. Blackened prints and rub off here and here. So it was somewhere humid. Like an underground train carriage on a rainy day as various coats and umbrellas condensate into the thick air. And we know it because of the final letter here in the note, the R. Written on rather than cut out and stuck on. Yes. Because why? They couldn't find an R in the headlines? I've read the paper, and they definitely could have done. So the R was omitted because they were in a hurry. The task of tearing out letters and sticking them to the page was slow and laborious for their sudden rush need. But... Sorry, how does the drawn on R show that this was a paper off the tube? I believe you from the fold and the smudging humidity thing. Because it's not a biro. The tube rider had the biro. Our correspondent here took the paper from the tube once discarded. Began their tearing and sticking and then used a pencil for the final letter. The R here is sketched and scribbled on. Over and over so no discernable handwriting analysis. So they're trying their best to remain elusive. Write down to the wearing of gloves to do the act sadly. And unfortunately the paper wasn't the only thing they took from the tube journey. That is where they found their adhesive too. What the hell are you talking about? Gum, Mr. Baskerville. I'm talking about gum. Oh, Jesus. What? Is it chewing gum? Indeed. They chewed gum and then stuck down each letter with it? They did not. They picked up strangers gum and then put it in the paper. They picked up strangers gum instead. Oh, for... Why? That is disgusting. Yes, but it allows for very little in the form of DNA forensics, doesn't it? Rather ingenious, really. Yeah, yeah, ingeniously disgusting. So no trackable clues? Not even, like, I don't know, the paper quality or style? A5 notepad. It most likely contained a logo, but that has been ripped off in the bottom corner. See? Ah, yeah. I suspect from a hotel, the pencil would have been provided with it, I imagine. But that's all I can do, sadly. Imagine... our first broken thread. The dead end. Then we must grab the next... Oh, uh, shallock, what are you doing? What? Look out the window and see for yourself. Holy shit, the bearded man. Go, go, go. Sherlock, he's heading to Westminster Bridge. I see that. Jesus. Are you okay? Yes, just keep running. He's getting into a carousel. Oh, bollocks, hey, don't take that guy! Ah, shit. Southbound. They're going southbound across the bridge. Great, why is there no traffic? There's always traffic, but right now, fucking nothing. Excuse me, out of the way. This way. What? That's the McDonald's. Yes, I know. Ah, sorry, I didn't realise you wanted to stop off for a bloody Big Mac. Yes, it's Emily's birthday, and she's gone to see Big Ben, and now she's getting a happy meal, aren't you, Emily? Say hi to Nanny. Give me your keys. Do your scooter now. Ah, there you go. Oh my god. Oh, Sherlock, you giant idiot. What the fuck are you doing? Help me! Keys, now. I'm okay, okay, okay. Thank you. I'm so sorry, everyone. I am so sorry. Mate, are you okay? Go. If you could take his bike, could you order number 148? Um... You did what? I told you, it's the least we could do for stealing the bike. We're not stealing it, we're borrowing it. Because we are busy. Busy with something much more important than a Mc Crispy Chicken Burger. It's the Mc Spicy Chicken Burger to be accurate. Oh, shut up. Where do we think he went? Once we reach the end of Westminster Bridge, we have two options. The A3200 or the A3036. Okay, what one do we fancy? The last I saw of the cab, it's in the right of the two lanes. So we think he went right? We can think and we can hope, dear Watson. Go, go, go, make the green light. Green, red or bloody purple, we're going through it. Eww, that's a busy road. Oh, sorry. Sorry, cabs up ahead. Get in. One of them could be our guy. Come here, you big, beardy bastard. We're looking for license plate, AL124BY. You're so good at that. Thank you. I mean, you are good at lots of things. Oh, Watson, you're too kind. You're bad at lots of stuff too. This is just what we need in our team. I think sometimes I struggle with the courage in my convictions. I'm having a lot of self-doubt because I think of myself as just part of you, not really my own person. And I need to rebuild that. I don't want to just jettison myself off again. Running. Ah, Jesus Christ. Largely spicy meal. There's fries just everywhere in the bottom of the bag. That's not ketchup, that's blood. Don't go easy on that. Right? Yeah, enjoy. Bon appetit. It turns on regular investments, invests your spare change, and tops up your stocks and shares, Icer. It even helps you make sense of risk and return. Monzo, the bank that gets your money moving. You could get back less than you invest. Monzo current account required UK residents 18 plus T's and C's apply. Ow! Well, if you remain still, I'd be able to stitch. You can't stitch. Is that why you're struggling to stitch it? Is it one of your special threads? Is it the one poking out of my neck? Firstly, it's not your neck, it's your shoulder. Secondly, as I told you, the first thread has been broken because the note leads us to a dead end. What about the security camera from the shoe shop? You said... They don't monitor it. The city council do, and they won't give me access. Well, ask the police. I have. And? They're being uncooperative and blaming bad funding and busy workloads. Right, OK, enough. So sorry, remind me again. You need a TFL customer service agent. Nope, we have a meeting with a driver. It was arranged by the TFL general manager of Taxi and Private Hire. Right, of course. On the phone, he said he'll be here waiting for us. OK, just a couple of minutes. I think I know where they are. Great, thank you. Ow! Stop prodding it. Hello there. Hiya. Look, I don't know what you've got against me, right? Because the guidance states that for licence renew, as long as the paperwork is complete... I have nothing against you. Oh, right. On the contrary, I'll have a hundred pounds for you if you can answer some questions. Really? What... What kind of questions? Like your name. Let's start with that. John Clayton. OK, Mr Clayton. Do you recognise us? Yep. When was the last time you saw us? You were chasing the cab down Lambeth Palace Road that fella came off around about. Yeah, yeah, that fella did. And it bloody hurt. Did that alarm you? Well, yeah, yeah. And your passenger? Was he alarmed? He was pretty alarmed right from when I picked him up, to be honest. Why? Don't know. Did he tell you to flee from us? I noted you broke the speed limit on a couple of occasions. He said something about that, yeah. What did he say? He said you used were fugs. You tried robbing him. Did you believe him? Well, for a bit, yeah. Where did you drop him? At Stockwell. He said he lived in Stockwell all his life, but... I was a bit suspect about that. Why? Well, he didn't know after places I mentioned, did he? You think he was lying? Yeah, I do. I said to him, I said, I think you've been a bit dodgy. Said it right to him as he got out. How did he react to that? He said it was because he was a detective. He... He's a detective? Well, that's what he said, yeah. Did he say anything else? Well, he dropped his name like it was a big shot or something. Well, well, that is rather imprudent of our master stalker. Could I ask what his name was, Mr Clayton? Yeah, it's a weird person. Sherlock Holmes. How devious. How... Sherlock. What a clever little trick. Everything all right? Do you know him or something? Sherlock, where are you? Mate. OK. What is it? What was all that about? No, it's nothing you did, John. Is he a nasty piece of work? Is he this Sherlock Holmes fella? Um, he can be. When things don't go his way. Thanks again, mate. Sorry, mate, you forgetting something? What? The 100 quid. Oh, it's... Great, that's great. Sorry, mate, no cash. Well, I do take card. Oh, well. Thank goodness for that. Lovely. Cheers, fella. Big stupid arse, arse, bollocks and tits and balls. Arse, shitting stupid bollocking bugger. So how was the funeral? Yeah, very moving. Very, very solemn. Wanky, wanky tits and cocks and balls. Did Henry get the... Yes. Get the chance to pay his respect? Yes. Pay his respect? Oh, yeah. Yeah, it was quite sad, actually. It made me think of my uncle, you know, when my dad died at the funeral. Luggering, balance and boom. You know what, we'll do this later. Sherlock! Yes, my dear Watson? We can hear you. Hear me doing what? Was I playing the violin as Vigid you loud? Still, he me. How inconsiderate. We can hear you swearing. Who me? I'm a man of class. Perhaps it was street noise from below. This country has gone to the hogs. It's really unacceptable. It's dogs. The country has gone to the dogs. And we know it's you, mate. Yes, well, it has proven that swearing releases stress, tension and even emotional pain. Yeah, I mean proper swearing, not that Tweed Paddington bear nonsense you're getting up to in there, mate. Fuck off. I apologize. Thank you. It just doesn't suit you. No, it never has. Are you going to tell us why you're so upset? Do you need to lie down on the couch while I charge you 300 quid an hour, because I'm happy to do it. The third thread is broken. Three broken threads. Three broken threads. The note? Broken. Dead end. A frayed end at best. What about the shoe? The shoe returned. And now a cheap pad. Inexplicable. A thread so knotted and confusing. I can't untie it. And the stalker? Lost. Slipped through our fingers and weaved into the vast fabric of this city. Hey, let's take stock. Right, it's been two days. Yeah, two bloody days. It's not the end of it, is it? This is the beginning. This needs to be a quick assignment. We are stretched. Mariana, how many active cases do we have right now? I mean, nothing urgent. We're helping the police with a couple of things, but no clients. See? We may not have a case, but we have an investigation. I do, at least. Can we pause that? Sorry. Boss what? Sherlock is once again transfixed by that man, the spider. I need to speak to Armstrong once more to understand the threat against me. You are rising to the bait of deliberate antagonists, Milvitan. Armstrong that's trying to rile you with the spider bloke. Oh, we're hunting Spider-Man. Are we the bad guys or? Yeah, yeah, Metch-Azura. Another person trying to wind you up. You must understand that I weigh the threat of cases very seriously. Sherlock, in all seriousness, you should go to Dartmoor. I think it out of the question to leave London, especially as I hunt this individual. Sherlock, come on. They could do with, uh, I don't know, like literally the best brain in the country to help them out? I'm not the best brain in the country, and quite frankly, I'd have a mind to consult with such a person this week. We have a case, the case of the Baskervilles, right? Old man dead, some hellhound stalking the land, a shoe taken and a cat missing, creepy beard guy sneaking into showers. I mean, come on. Where are you going? We have Stephen Seldon on the loose. See? Look. I have seen it, Marianna. Then fix it. Well, all right, let's calm down. I have to think. Yeah, think about how you can find a witsy racehorse on Dartmoor, but you can't find a killer. Marianna. I'll be back later. Want me to come? No. I want more on the local devil authorities here and Dartmoor present itself. An extremely alarming and unnerving time for residents of Dartmoor. A lot going on everywhere. Yep. There are no signs of Stephen Seldon. I said, I can see something now. Well, what? What? Bloody what? Just point your phone over there. Where? There. By the tower. I can't see anything, Anne. What am I supposed to be looking at? Because I... Don't move. Seldon. The killer, yes. No, no, no. They're still looking for him. Mm-hmm. Yes. Well, because right now it's complicated. Nobody knows very well. Yes, yes. I know, I know. Okay, okay. Yes, yes, yes, don't worry. We'll talk this week. With whatever it is, I'll tell you, okay? Okay. Bye. Bye. Kisses. Oh, man, what did I miss? Nothing, unless you speak Spanish. I should probably go to bed. No sign of shells? Mm-mm, nothing yet. Who are you talking to? Oh, a friend from back home. Oh yeah? What's happening in all of Spain? Well, they're all asking me what's going on here. Really? Yeah, the Seldon thing. Of course, yeah, the Spanish girls. Yep, it's like my mom and my friend. Well, actually quite a few friends are saying... All right, all right, I get it. You've got more than one friend. Ooh. Ha, ha, shut up. They're saying it's all over the news there, every day. Yeah, I bet. I mean, we do the same. What's the latest, pass me the mic? No, no, no, no. I don't want to read or see any more about it. I'm just getting madder and madder. I just want to stroke this beautiful boy. Mm-hmm. And go to bed. You want to take him down to 221A with you? He's a therapy dog. You know, he only charges 300 pounds an hour, and he's happy to do it. Ha, ha, yeah. Maybe you can come and cuddle with me, right, duchy boy? If I'm doom-scrolling, you have to bite the phone out of my hand, OK? Yeah? That a deal? I don't think Archie would bite someone if his life depended on it. And my life too, unfortunately. You, mate, are a long way from a terrifying demonic hound, a long, long way. How's Jimmy Mortimer? He goes back tomorrow. Is he still struggling? Yep. He is. Those misty moors are making him lose it. He is heading back with Henry, though, so... Oh, nice, nice. At least he has company. Yeah, and that's what Henry would want from us, but... John? What? You have to go. Mariana, it... You did not mess up. Before you say it, before you even think it, you did not mess up. Name a case that I've cracked. Name one. John. Lady Frances. It was put in charge. Cocked it up. Someone nearly died. Missing three-quarter, cocked it up, and Mal Sherlock is still trying to tidy up after it. I'm not going down to Dartmoor to bumble around like some idiot. What are you going to do in London? Whatever he thinks is the best thing to do. The best thing to do... Ah, Jesus! ...is to go to Dartmoor. When did you come in? Pack your things. Get the train with Henry and Jamie. Uh, yeah. Yeah, want me to look at accommodation? Baskerville Hall. Oh, alright. If Henry doesn't mind, what you doing clothing-wise? Does it rain the whole time? I won't be coming. What? Mariana will. Sorry, Sherlock, you're the one that wanted this case. My presence in Dartmoor will not be advantageous. It will be for case-solving, mate. That is what we do. I disagree. I'll go pack my stuff. You seem eager, Mariana. Yeah, I want to help. With our events at Baskerville Hall, I hope. Mm-hmm, yeah. See you in the morning, John. Well, it- hold on. Good night, John. Sherlock. There'll be no violin tonight. You'll need your sleep. Sherlock. You are not luminous, Watson. Lovely, thank you. But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light? But you are a conductor of light. A conductor of light. John...? John...? Mary...? John...? пад But he won't eat the dry food and he put something in it like cheese and corn or sometimes I just... Well, it's back to symptoms, a beginning to make sense. But in the evening he can't do the wet food, that's fine. We'll see about that. And then, um... oh, emails. I'm going to see them anyway, but sometimes people like to think they can book at points minutes. So what I do is send them back this form here. And then... Morning. Good morning, John. Hey, you sleep okay? It was... alright, yeah. Okay, you know what? I'm just going to email you the instructions, okay? Yes, of course. John, you ready? I am, yeah. Do we need to literally fly out the door right this second? I booked us on the train with Jamie and Henry, so, yeah. Great, cool. I'll, um... you shout for a cab, I'll just say bye to Arch. Okay, sure. Pfft. Hmm. Where is it? Where is what? You know what? Your gun. Our gun. You wished to use it? I wish I wasn't going by myself. You're not going by yourself, you're going with Marianna. You know what I mean? Where is the gun? You feel you need it, do you? Oh, with the monsters and the murderers? Yeah, I do, mate. It has been taken. What? When? I can only wish you luck. I wish I felt better in my mind about it. About what? About sending you. It's an ugly business, Watson. An ugly, dangerous business. And the more I see of it, the less I like it. Sherlock. I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more. Ready? What am I supposed to be looking at? Don't... Move! Good. God Almighty. Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. Wait. It's coming for us. It's coming. It's coming. 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