Dead Man Edit

A beautiful young pinto that belonged to my personal family stable.

A big bear, a medium mommy bear...

A knife would cut your heart instead...

A present?

Across the great sea...

After he killed 'em, he cooked 'em up and ate 'em.

Ah, your hair. Your hair is soft.

Ah.

Aho, William Blake.

Aho.

All our ammunition is guaranteed.

All right then.

All the sacred spirits...

All the way out here to hell.

All their people there ahead of me.

All went black.

Alone? Why don't we just go around them?

Also the murders of the following territorial marshals...

Always.

Am I close?

An exhibit.

And a tiny little baby bear.

And a young elk gave his life to me.

And also... Where is it that you're from?

And at dinner,

And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat?

And each time I arrived in another city,

And every morn',

And Father Peyote.

And he took that golden hair, and he made a sweater for baby bear.

And he tore her head off her body.

And I ain't even gonna tell you what I really think of you.

And I could not understand how a whole city of people...

And I have a right to get...

And I was left to wander the earth alone.

And I was paraded before them...

And I will give the carcasses of the host of the Philistines this day...

And I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee;

And I'd put a drop of perfume...

And I'm willin' to pay more money than you've ever seen before.

And if somebody don't like it, I'm prepared to do a little killin' of my own.

And Johnny "The Kid" Pickett.

And make sure you include a full description of my pinto. I want that horse back.

And may His holy dominion guide you through your dismal life.

And now, you are a killer of white men.

And paint some white spots on him as far as I'm concerned.

And purge its darkest places from heathens and philistines.

And release the spirit from within.

And sewn up into sacks.

And so I mimicked them, imitating their ways,

And the speaking stones have lain a long time lookin' at the sun.

And the water in your head...

And then later that night,

And then they'd throw these sacks to the wild dogs.

And then to New York.

And this ain't my business.

And time we get finished, all packed up and...

And where all the spirits return.

And where did you get that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?

And you know what I heard?

And you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape...

And your poetry will now be written with blood.

And, boom, the next minute is just... you're in total darkness.

And, uh,

And, uh,

Are you sure you have no tobacco?

Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?

Are you telling me he killed both his pa...

Aren't those tins of tobacco right there behind you?

As a small boy,

As I made my way back to the lands of my people.

As I was preparing to cut the meat, white men came upon me.

Assuring me of a job there.

Austrian?

Aw, come on!

Aw, go on.

Back to the place where all the spirits came from...

Back to work, Mr. Olafsen.

Benmont Tench and one Salvatore Sally Jenko."

Blake.

Blanket.

Blankets are infected.

Boys,

Bring everybody in. I want that bastard's head.

Burns like hell fire! You son of a bitch.

But be sure you keep that goddamn trap shut.

But I believe they are on the ground and are projected downward by the bolt.

But I made careful plans, and I eventually escaped.

But I understand, William Blake.

But now,

But their interest only grew.

But you sure interrupted a very romantic moment, William Blake.

But, uh, I'll tell you one thing for sure:

But, uh, rightly I, I never have worked with anyone else either.

But... the boat is still?"

By God, it is soft.

By the grace of the Lord Almighty.

By the Spanish devils.

Charlie.

Cole Wilson, your reputation is already a legend.

Conway Twill, you're a real good killer,

Could be moved so quickly.

Could I get a bottle, please?

Course, someone your age, Jesus,

Course, uh, I wasn't overseein' that particular job.

Course, ya can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation...

D'you hear somethin'?

Dickinson again.

Did William Blake kill this white man?

Did you kill the white man who killed you?

Do you have a wife...

Do you have any parents back in, uh, Erie?

Do you have any tobacco?

Do you have tobacco?

Do you know how to use this weapon?

Do you know my poetry?

Do you still have my eyeglasses?

Do you think I could have a little bite of it?

Don't ever ask me no questions.

Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake.

Dropped the "Mac" part of the name when he decided to come out West...

Each new city contained the same white people as the last,

Especially from no "Dickinson" out in the town of Machine.

Even the Notoemne and the Dene...

Eventually, I was taken on a ship...

Every morn' and every night,

Every night...

Everybody knows about him. He's a livin' legend.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. How do you do, sir?

Fine. What happens if I just shoot you then, eh?

Five hundred dollars. I don't understand.

Flowers of the medicine...

For good friends only.

For intrudin'.

For the entertainment of his guests,

For your autograph?

For, uh,

Found some tobacco.

French perfume...

Fresh kill.

From my personal supply, you understand.

From the people at Dickinson's Metal Works...

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fucked his parents.

Geez, my Henry's cold.

Give you sacred visions that are not for you right now.

Go on then!

Go on.

God bless his soul...

God damn your soul to the fires of hell.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it. You keep your hand off of it.

Goddamn redskins.

Good day for a canoe ride.

Good Lord.

Good morning.

Good morning. May you serve the Lord,

Got his heart so set on one. Buy yourself a sorrel horse...

Government says...

Have a job out in the town of Machine.

Have spoken through the fire.

Have you got any tobacco?

He ain't got a goddamn conscience. You understand what I'm sayin'?

He already has.

He was actually part of the Mactwill clan.

He was the scourge of all the Christians.

He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.

He Who Talks...

He would have the Christians rubbed by his guards...

He'd just as soon slit our goddamn throats in the middle of the night as walk.

He's a good friend of mine

He's a great builder of sea canoes.

He's a Navajo mud toy now.

He's just a kid.

Hell, ain't we about more fucked than a whore at closin' time, huh?

Hell, Dickinson didn't say nothin' about trackin' no goddamn Injuns.

Hell, only, a pinto ain't rightly a horse to fret much about, if the truth be told.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Here. Have a drink. Would you like a drink?

Here's white man's metal next to your heart.

Hey, Wilson, got any extra tobacco?

Hmm? Oh, yes. A Winchester.

Hootka.

Hootka.

Hoping that they might lose interest in this young savage,

How 'bout your family history there, Cole? Let me guess.

How can I be of assistance, my poor man?

How come Dickinson's telegram didn't give no description of the horse...

How do you... How do you get it that way and keep it like that?

Huh?

Hurt.

I am Nobody.

I brought you, uh...

I can't see clearly.

I cut one with my knife, but they hit me on the head with a rifle.

I did, uh, get it in Cleveland.

I didn't kill Thel.

I didn't kill Thel.

I don't care if you were married 16 times

I don't give a good goddamn what you told me. You keep your hands off his hair.

I don't give a pig's ass what anybody says.

I don't give a shit who saw what and who did what or who did who.

I don't have any tobacco, but I'd love some beans.

I don't know those people, and they don't look very friendly.

I don't know.

I don't smoke.

I don't smoke.

I doubt you've seen that many years,

I feel very weak.

I get the shits every time, don't you know?

I got some food here that even Goldilocks never tasted.

I guess it was nothin'.

I guess the best advice just not to take any damn advice.

I had one of those, but, um,

I have a sneaking suspicion that that large man back there was inebriated.

I have just ingested...

I haven't understood a single word you've said since I met you, not one single word.

I heard tell you killed 14 men.

I insist on speaking to Mr. Dickinson, sir.

I know we said it was, uh,

I love beans. [Chuckles]

I made them from paper.

I mean, it's well after noon now,

I mean, the boy's name is William Blake.

I mean, what if it, like, went out sudden, like, say, blowin' out a candle or somethin'?

I mean... You know, one minute we're ridin' along, we can see everything and each other...

I must make sure that you pass back through the mirror at the place...

I never wanted to go away.

I never wore a lick of it myself.

I prefer to be called Nobody.

I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs.

I really don't understand.

I saw many sad things...

I see you collected some more white man's metal.

I see you have acquired a new weapon.

I seem to have misplaced my eyeglasses.

I smelled beans.

I still love you

I still say you make a hell of a pot of beans.

I think this is gonna fix up your old gut.

I think we oughta start uh, fresh in the mornin'.

I thought I told you not to touch me.

I thought we was hired exclusive. I mean, he paid us in gold in advance.

I thought you said your name was Nobody.

I took it off a dead white man.

I tried to cut it out, but it's too deep inside.

I want him brought here to me... alive or dead don't matter,

I want this out over the wires.

I was often left to myself.

I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia...

I will take you to the bridge made of waters.

I will.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I wouldn't know, because, uh, I don't read,

I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper,

I, uh,

I, uh...

I'd like to make them out of cloth.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Dickinson.

I'd like to speak with Mr. Dickinson, please.

I'd rather not, but I'll go.

I'll free the horses.

I'll tell you what that there says, huh?

I'll wind up likin' the bastard.

I'm a hirin' you boys on an exclusive basis,

I'm a very busy man, and Mr. Dickinson does not pay me for idle conversation.

I'm Bill Blake, your new accountant from Cleveland.

I'm gonna have to kill somebody now.

I'm hungry.

I'm not dead.

I'm out here... I'm out here in the middle of shits creek...

I'm really not sure.

I'm sorry, Big George.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I d... I don't understand.

I'm sorry. I think there's been some mistake.

I'm tellin' you he killed 'em. He fucked 'em. He cooked 'em up. He ate 'em.

I'm with Nobody.

I'm... I'm goin'.

I'm... I'm sorry, Thel,

I've already told you I don't smoke.

If I don't smoke, there's a pretty good chance that I don't have any tobacco.

If I ever get the money,

If I want this one, I'll have him, too, by God.

If you was to put one in him...

I’ll just get my suitcase.

In a book...

In a cage.

In each one.

In Erie?

In this here half of the world.

Indians get diseases there.

Is moving,

Is my vision's greatest enemy.

Is that so?

Is that?

Is this a lie? Or a white man's trick?

Is this the boat...

Is your name really William Blake?

It did, Lee. A pinto, just like that one.

It did? I don't think it did, Marvin.

It says some pelt wearin' trapper,

It spreads through the villages.

It was all over and everything, but...

It was there that I discovered...

It's good to prepare for a journey in this way.

It's like a girl's.

It's not a bad illustration of you, William Blake.

It's not for use even for William Blake.

It's so strange that you don't remember any of your poetry.

It's time for you to leave now, William Blake.

It's... It's like when somethin' real bad happens.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus, Cole.

Jesus.

Just lucky, I guess.

Killed a million of 'em last year alone.

Kind of figured you for a German, huh? I mean, am I right?

Know of its loving ways.

Last night, my youngest son, Charlie...

Lee! It's him!

Like a captured animal,

Like a swarm of locusts.

Like when everybody gets killed and you can't do anything about it.

Listen, Mr. Black, I've got a lot of work to do here,

Listen...

Look out the window.

Look. They're shooting buffalo.

Looks like a goddamn religious icon.

Machine? That's the end of the line.

Make you feel good? Huh?

Makes you about a month late.

Makin' biscuits, Mommy.

May our Lord Jesus Christ wash this earth with His holy light...

May the Great Spirit watch over you, William Blake.

Maybe I been thinkin' of them wanted posters.

Maybe we should, uh...

Mother. Father. Parents. Both of 'em. Fucked 'em.

Mr. Dickinson?

Mr. John Dickinson. [Clears Throat]

My blood is mixed.

My boy Charlie is dead!

My britches been open like that how long?

My father is Abso luka.

My granddaddy come over from Scotland, you see.

My mother was Ohm gahpi phi gun ni.

My name is Nobody.

My old belly just ain't no account.

My southern brothers were prohibited from using it...

My spirit seemed to leave me.

Nero would illuminate his whole garden...

No, Charlie.

No, I I don't think you want to do that.

No, really. Take it.

No!

No.

No.

No. I traded 'em.

No. I traded it.

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody?

Nobody.

Not a goddamn word to no one, ever.

Not only that, but he stole a very spirited and valuable horse,

Not too bad.

Notify every marshal, deputy and possum skinnin' lowlife in the goddamn territory.

Now get out.

Now how do you get it that way?

Now why don't you say us a grace outta the Good Book, would you?

Now, I've spent everything I had left after my parent's funeral just to get here.

Now, that bastard couldn't have got too far yet.

Of the evil emperor Nero Augustus.

Oh, an Indian. [Indistinct]

Oh, goddamn Dickinson. You mean to tell me he's even got the law involved in this now?

Oh, I ain't askin' this time. I'm tellin',

Oh, watch it. It's loaded.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're so modest.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Ohh, man.

On account of he figured it'd get him more work and all.

Once again, I crossed the great ocean.

Once they realized who I was,

One day, finally, my elk relatives took pity on me,

One mornin', they were gonna eat their breakfast porridge.

One of you fellas could've mentioned the fact that...

One who don't say nothin'...

Only been ridin' a couple of days together, but Jesus,

Or possibly a blanket.

Over the bones of the dead.

Over to England,

Ow!

Pardon me, sir.

Pardon me, sir. Could you please direct me towards the office?

Pardon me.

Perhaps I could interest you in some beads...

Perhaps you will see more clearly without them.

Please, kind sir. It would be a great honor.

Post a $500 reward from here to hell and back.

Quest for vision is a great blessing, William Blake.

Read it.

Received a letter...

Recognize those who fast.

Rise now and drive your cart and plow...

See, this old stuff of mine, it just... Well, it's just like old barn hay.

She changed her mind.

She got sleepy, and she went into their bedroom.

Shit!

Shit.

Shit. You ain't even old enough to smoke.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Silk.

Sir, would it be presumptuous of me to ask you for...

Smallpox, consumption.

So I spent many months stalking the elk people...

So they placed me into the white man's schools.

Some are born to endless night.

Some are born to endless night.

Some are born to endless night.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight.

Some believe they descend with the lightning,

Some stinkin' bean suckin' possum skinner, he's gonna collect that reward money.

Some to misery are born.

Somehow the white men had moved...

Sorry.

Stand up, William Blake.

Strung up on flaming crosses, crucified.

Stupid as the day is long.

Stupid fucking white man.

Stupid fucking white man. [Chuckles]

Stupid white man.

Sure are, but those cans are empty.

Swear to me you're tellin' the truth.

Sweetheart.

Talkin' to a bear.

Talkin' to a goddamn bear.

Tell you one thing. If, uh, that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals,

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you, Big George. I'd be delighted to do that.

Thank you.

Thanks to goddamn Mr. Dickinson, huh?

Thanks.

That hat. What do you call it?

That man there? I know him.

That porridge was too hot.

That'd scare the bejesus outta me.

That'll take me across the mirror of water?

That's got plenty to do with me, goddamn it.

That's made out of paper.

That's me.

That's my room.

That's right. Yeah, I got it here. I'll check it.

The bears got home. Papa said,

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.

The fiancée of my beloved son.

The food of the Great Spirit...

The gutless murderer, one Mr. Bill Blake, also shot to death Miss Thel Russel,

The hunt is on.

The mirror.

The only job you're gonna get in here is pushin' up daisies from a pine box.

The place where William Blake is from.

The round stones beneath the earth...

The speaking stones?

The stories of my adventures angered them.

The tobacco is for your voyage,

The vision of Christ that thou dost see...

The words that you, William Blake, had written.

Thel.

Them, uh... There's possum in these beans, and spices too.

Then you are a dead man.

Then you will be taken up to the next level of the world.

There's my autograph.

There's no tobacco in them.

These beans is shit.

These flowers. Gosh.

They called me a liar.

They had a big bowl, a medium bowl and a tiny little bowl.

They passed on recently.

They really are something.

They ridiculed me. My own people.

They were English soldiers.

They were powerful words, and they spoke to me.

Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike,

This boat's not strong enough, William Blake.

This here is Mr. Olafsen. He's our new accountant.

This is complete fabrication. There can't be...

This latest batch was, in fact, personally blessed by the archbishop of Detroit.

This mixture was not respected.

This murderin' fucker stole?

This one's mine, Big George. You had the last one.

This world will no longer concern you.

This, uh, some kind of telegram or somethin'?

Though I reckon dead would be easier.

Time for you to go back to where you came from.

To do so, one must go without food and water.

To prove I would soon become a good hunter.

Uh, I'd like some tobacco, please.

Uh, the, uh, clan tartan was kind of gold and purple, if I remember correctly.

Um, shouldn't you be with your own tribe or somethin'?

Unsaddle your goddamn horse.

Unsaddle your goddamn horses.

Unto the fowls of the air and the wild beasts of the earth."

Very strange.

Walk proudly, William Blake.

Wanted.

Was gunned down in cold blood right here in our own hotel.

Was not dissimilar from the landscape,

Wasn't... expecting any visitor.

Watch yourself.

Water.

We ain't trackin' no goddamn Injuns, Cole. I mean, uh,

We liked you better when you was a whore.

We need a canoe.

We sure don't.

Well, actually, yes, sir.

Well, go on then, lad. There's the door.

Well, goddamn it, I guess nobody gets you.

Well, I I I came to talk about my job.

Well, I may have one or two twists left.

Well, I never really loved you anyway.

Well, I want you to have it.

Well, I will.

Well, I, uh...

Well, I...

Well, I'm sure he doesn't, but this letter confirms my position here.

Well, it's a present.

Well, it's a rose...

Well, of course you wouldn't have any extra tobacco. How 'bout you?

Well, Rome weren't built in a day, Cole.

Well, that doesn't explain...

Well, that's terrible.

Well, this letter is postmarked two months ago.

Well, uh, I have here this letter...

Well, why don't we just say there, Mr. Dickinson, sir,

Well, you asshole... You got the damn telegram on you. Take it out and look.

What are you lookin' at?

What do you mean?

What does it smell like?

What is your name?

What kinda flower is that?

What kinda question is that? 'Course I know about Cole Wilson.

What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?

What should we do?

What the heck are you doin' here?

What the hell are you doin' in my office?

What the hell...

What?

What?

What? What did you say?

What's a scourge?

What's that say?

What's that say?

Where are we?

Where his spirit belongs.

Where the sea meets the sky.

Where you headed?

Which confirms my position here.

White legs, brown ass, brown sides.

White man's trading post.

Who are you travelin' with?

Who the hell are you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why do you have this?

Why don't we, uh...

Why don't you just paint my portrait?

Why don't you shut your goddamn trap and just eat your beans?

Why you've come all the way out here,

Why? What's that to do with you then, eh?

William Blake is a legend now

William Blake killed the white man.

William Blake,

William Blake.

William Blake.

William Blake.

With aromatic herbs and garlic...

With bodies of live Christians covered in burning oil...

With only my knife, I took his life.

With two local lunatics.

Would you mind walking me away from here?

Yeah.

Yeah. No damn tobacco, that's for sure.

Yeah. Thank you.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I do.

Yes, I swear I'm tellin' the truth.

Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition.

Yes, she did.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. I seem to be a magnet for it.

Yo ho yo ho yo

You are being followed, William Blake.

You cannot stop the clouds by the building of a ship.

You didn't touch it, did you?

You go.

You had the last Philistine. This one's mine.

You I know I can trust.

You insist?

You know a lotta Indians, do ya, named William Blake? I mean, "Howdy, Chief Billy..."

You know about Wilson?

You know, I just... I can't drink whiskey like I used to could.

You know, I've had it up to here with this Indian malarkey.

You know, Thel,

You mean Cleveland?

You must rest now, William Blake.

You stay here 'til I return. [Shouting]

You three are supposed to be the finest killers of men and Indians...

You understand?

You were a poet and a painter.

You were always in my heart, Thel.

You were lying, looking up at the ceiling,

You will learn to speak through it,

You William Blake?

You're a very strange man.

You're welcome.

You're William Blake.

Your actions are useless.

"Wanted: William Blake." Huh?

[Bearded Man] What the hell? Nobody.

[Chuckles] What do you call it?

[Chuckling] Geez. An Injun dug this fire pit.

[Grunts] Ahh! [Chuckles]

[Neighing] I was then taken east...

[Nobody Shouting] [Abrupt Reply]

[Sighing] Oh, here. Oh!

[Speaking Dialect] She's beautiful.

[Wheezing Laughter] You gonna shed tears for us?

A fiancée? Well, I...

Along came this girl. She was... What?

And he scalped her, All right.

And why not? Because it ain't good for your health.

Both of 'em? Yeah.

Cleveland. Cleveland.

Did ya? No. No.

Do you like beans? I...

Excuse me? My name is Exaybachay:

Feel that. I'd rather not.

For what? I'm not telling.

Fuck me? [Gasps]

Goddamn pelt skinner. I'll be damn.

He what? He fucked his parents.

Here. Take it. No.

Hey, Marvin. What?

Hmm. That... That is a very, very sharp knife, that is.

Huh? No.

I always work alone. Uh, excuse me there, Mr. Dickinson,

I clean up real good, you know. Is that right?

I insist on speaking with Mr. Dickinson. [Rustling]

I insist. You insist?

I never have. Uh, yeah, m me neither.

I never stopped lovin' you, Thel. Don't!

I tried hard. Well, Sally,

I was gonna say something, but I don't wanna cause any trouble. No, I think it's best.

I will. Well, quit talkin' about it and do it, by God.

I will. I'll shoot you right now. Come on. Shoot me.

I would if I had some. I'll trade you some beans for some tobacco.

I'll go. ...their tiny bed.

I'm sorry. I don't smoke. Would you give me some tobacco?

Is it? Yes.

Is that a fact? I saw him first.

It's a present. Aho.

It's horrible. Terrible's what it is.

It's not bad. Huh?

It's that way. All right.

Lake Erie. Erie.

Let me help here. One. This one's no good. No, it's ruined.

Liar. Thief.

Like it? Yes, it's beautiful.

Look at the edge on that knife. Hmm.

Look, Mr. Black, Blake.

Mm hmm. Mm hmm. Yeah. Yeah.

No, I don't smoke. Damn.

No, I'm William Blake. [Horse Neighing]

Nobody? William Blake.

Not really. That weapon will replace your tongue.

Oh, shit. [Distant Barking]

Paper? Rose. Now you see there?

Paper. Well, it is paper.

Pretty. I'm sorry?

Really? This one's mine! That's right.

S Sure. Sure. Yeah?

She didn't mean to call you that. Huh?

She found herself somebody else. No.

She's upset. [Scolding Continues]

So they went to take a walk. William Blake, you go to them.

Ten. They look very comfortable. Are they?

That's right. Well, why don't you shoot me then, goddamn it?

That's terrible. Tonight we're reminded...

There ain't a durn thing you can do with it. Hm.

There was a big bed, a medium bed and a tiny little bed. All right.

There you go. Good God, I'm hit! Lord have mercy!

This one's yours? Yes!

Two. It's no good.

What do you think about that? You gonna shoot me?

What if they kill me? Nobody will observe.

What? Do you know about Cole Wilson?

What's a Philistine? Well, it's just a real dirty person.

What's the best way to get down there? Be quiet and go.

Yeah. What size shoes are those?

Yee! [Yelling]

Yes. Eyeglasses.

Yes. Pretty suit too.

Yes. I'm an accountant. [Indistinct Noise]

You okay? You all right? Yeah.

You swear to me. I swear.

You traded them? Do you have any tobacco?

You're just as likely to find your own grave. [Gunfire]

'Cause this is America.

"Exaybachay." He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.

"In the amount of $500."

"Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett Slays Cole Wilson."

"Somebody here ate all our porridge."

"The brutal murders of Charles Dickinson and fiancée, Thel Russell.

"The brutal murders of one Thel Russell and one Charles Ludlow Dickinson."

"This day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hand;

[Bird Calling]

[Bird Cawing]

[Blake] Excuse me.

[Blake] Nobody?

[Braying]

[Chanting]

[Chanting]

[Chuckles] William Blake.

[Click]

[Crunching]

[Dialect Continues]

[Footsteps, Door Swinging Open]

[Gasping]

[Gasps]

[Grunting, Moaning]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]