"Roof Raven" studio presents
a Daniel Haroutunian film
SEYMOUR
All of those, of whom about I write, are living in me
and with their presence I prove that until this moment
every record about them is fake.
And it sounds fake because I think of them with everlasting love.
Here this sentence is already feels fake to me…
Anyway,
I'll start from regular author's prologue.
What about to present to you is not a story, but an amateur movie.
Those who have watched the filmed material
warned me to better leave any hope about having a big profit.
Killer!
Seymour!
Hi.
Hello.
It has been many years since I'm keeping your notebook
with its' 187 poems.
At the age of 22 you have gathered many poems.
After mine any written work, I could imagine they would go on sale immediately.
And I was urging you to get your poems published.
It's forbidden, yet it's forbidden.
Those poems are too eastern, too "Lotus-like".
It feels like the author turned his back on surrounding world.
I eat the food from our refrigerators,
drive our soviet cars,
confidently take our medicine when I'm ill
and having high hopes with our soviet army.
But not a single line in my works depicts that reality.
In this passing years I understood one strange but an incontestable fact.
I desperately need for people to talk with me,
ask questions,
find out everything about this dead man.
Now everything is clear.
I am driven by a split overwhelming confidence
that I know you better than anyone in the world.
Seymour is getting married.
At that time I was at hospital because of pleurisy.
I was given just two days.
That meant that I hardly would be able to get to wedding,
stay a couple of hours and be back.
I was late for two hours
but it turned out that I could go even later
because Seymour didn't showed up for some inexplicable reason.
Can't remember such a hot day.
How does your dearest mother doing?
You're Carlen, right?
No.
Really?
You awfully look like him, no one told you that?
Never.
Are you spouse's friend or the fiancé's?
Frankly I'm…
You better be quiet if you're spouse's friend.
If I could have him for few minutes...
Predator.
I'm not kidding.
Did anyone saw his relatives?
No.
Part of them are in Moscow, the other part I don't even know where.
I wish I could see them.
And what would you do?
Don't know,
I would tell them everything.
I can't stand such things, my blood is boiling.
What?
You can't just burst into people's lives and then just disappear like that.
Unfortunately I never saw the young man.
Lately I've found out that Mira got engaged.
No one saw him, not even I.
We rehearsed the wedding two times
and each time Mira's poor father was replacing him,
because he wasn't able to find a car to come from Karabakh.
He finally came at 1:00, yesterday night with some stupid military car.
And that late he calls Mira, like a crazy, and asks her to come to that hotel.
poor boy really had to "talk" with Mira.
You know Mira, pure soul.
Every stranger exploits her naivety.
And that boy
talks with her in that disgusting hotel until seven o'clock of the morning.
Which hotel was it?
Don't know in which hotel.
What do you care?
Are you his friend?
We... Grew up together.
You're a happy man.
Eddie!
I'm sorry.
Oops!
His head!
Seymour!
Zozo?
Um...
Yes, Zozo.
Did you missed me?
You haven't changed a lot from our last meeting,
Only your hair has gone.
Sybil!
Come on!
Let Seymour have a rest.
Did you see that?
How can a person drive like that?
What if he hits us?
Indeed, he must not drive like that.
Neither the policeman doesn't know a thing.
He said we should wait until the car is moved.
So?
We'll just going to sit here? I'm dying of heat.
Could you move a bit? I'm choking!
But I can't move no more!
Give me a smoke at least.
Aha...
What about you?
Thank you, I don't smoke.
And you soldier?
Me neither.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
can I take a look at your cigarette box?
This?
Yes.
Thank you.
"Stolen from Gor's and Edita's house".
Gor's and Edith's
Very interesting,
I've never seen such a thing before.
That thought was given to me by Mira's parents.
Here.
I swear, I never seen such good people.
You can't even imagine how many books her mother have read.
I wish I had read 10 percent of that.
But did she approved the marriage?
Lately I was in Moscow for that reason…
She was far too intelligent to intervene in such questions.
This morning I saw her first time being upset like that.
And it's because of Mira's disturbance.
And what was she saying?
Nothing in particular that could be considered offensive.
She only said
that Seymour is potentially homosexual
and is afraid of marital responsibilities.
You see, she was attending to a psychologist for years now,
she is very wise.
Ah, yes, yes...
And what took that woman to such a conclusion?
What?
Why does she think that way?
How can a normal person behave like that?
He can't, really.
Listen,
how can a normal person, a night before his marriage
say some stupid things to her bride.
When Mira explains, like to a child,
that it's not possible because everything has already been organized,
her father spent lots of money.
He answers that he's sorry, but now he's just too happy now and he needs a rest.
Foolishness.
Judge yourselves if you have a brain,
Does it looks like a normal person?
Or a person that needs to be in jail?
Oh God, oh God I don't know…
What to say.
Anyway, I truly believe that…
Alright, be quiet for a minute.
Do you know Shushanna Abrahamian?
No...Yes...Um...
A theatre actress? She used to be in radio.
Yes, yes.
And did you ever noticed that
she have a crooked smile, like on only one side?
Yes, I did noticed.
It turns out that she have some sort of a disorder
and do you know why?
Why?
They say that it's your "normal" Seymour hits her.
Аnd they put nine stitches on her face.
Are you serious…?
May I ask?
I allow.
Mira's mother told me
two hours ago.
By the way,
you know, who I think you are?
I think that
you're Seymour's brother.
You even look alike, judging by his stupid photo.
and I know that his brother had to come. Someone, I think his sister told Mira.
Are you his brother?
Yes.
I knew it.
I'm not that stupid, I assure you.
As soon as you sat into the car I knew who you are.
Didn't I told you that he's his brother? Didn't I?
Yes, you did.
And I know very well that your brother does not operate calluses,
no need to be witty about it.
He used to take part in "Smart kid" show.
What?
On the radio, right?
Yes, yes.
On the radio. Yes, yes!
It's wonderful,
wonderful...
My husband…
It's some kind of a mystery,
their whole family was with made up names.
Alright, stop it! Relax!
I'm not going to.
They say his brother is ridiculously smart.
College at the age of sixteen, perfect diploma.
But if he's considered smart after all this
then I'm Mahatma Gandhi.
Sorry, Sorry…
My goodness!
We need to do something,
we need to call Mira and tell her we're going to be late, poor will go insane.
Yes.
There's a café on the corner.
Yes.
Oh!
Let's go drink something and I'll call!
You too.
We want to go drink something, then call, care to join us?
We want to drink something, then call, will you join us?
I think he dont hear you.
We want to go drink something! Will you come?!
I understood, I understood!
He's Mira's father's deaf-mute uncle.
Oh God...
There's a cafe' on the corner.
We can go, drink some coffee and you'll call.
It's closed!
I don't know of any other near cafe's.
We'll hardly find a taxi here also.
Аnd what do you suggest?
We could...
Our apartment isn't far from here,
10 minutes of walk.
We can go have some rest
and you'll call.
Call?
What if you brother is there?
I don't think so, surely isn't.
Then let's go, I'll call at least.
I'm married to the most predatory being in the world.
How much do you smoke a day?
Seymour...
Remember how I put you in front of this bike when you were five
and circled you around the whole stage?
Sometimes I feel like I never got off from that bike.
Those were good days.
Do you remember that game?
You loved it when you were a kid.
The point of the game was to hit the wall with a ball
to make it bounce back above opponents' heads
and make it hard for them to catch it.
I wasn't so bad at that game.
Wasn't so bad?
You were great at that game. Don't be unnecessarily modest.
So great, that no one was willing to play it with you.
And for that reason I was usually playing alone.
Yes…
Buddy always tried to play like you.
Same way of throwing the ball…
was moving like you.
In other words, copying you.
But none of that was working, he was always losing.
It was only a play for us and victory didn't really mattered.
You're being modest again.
You always wanted to win
and you knew very well that you're better than everyone.
"Wisdom, before taking an action
always bothers and suspects
and that is why he always wins"-
Zhu ZI,
book number...
36-th.
Buddy got sad every time he lose.
And you were getting angry at him claiming that there's no reason to be sad.
I never wanted him to be sad.
He was very sensitive.
Even in his childhood.
Buddy loves you.
I know.
You're being too rude with him.
My love to him is so big and pure
that I can't even show it to him.
Eh Seymour, Seymour…
Catch.
Seymour!
Seymour!
Seymour!
Seymour...
It seems that he's not here.
Ah...Wonderful.
It's even hotter here than outside.
Just a second.
Excuse me.
Go on.
I wouldn't mind a drink.
I'll call later,
my mouth is so dry I can hardly speak.
Let me look.
And don't forget the ice,
if there is any.
Private!
What are those pictures?
Those are the photos of children who participated in our program.
Never heard about it.
Was it a kids show?
Not really.
It was before Seymour showed up and after he left.
When he was around it was something different-
just conversations between kids around a round table.
Were you in it too?
Yes sir.
I'd like to see how they'd make my child take part in such stupid thing.
I would never let my kid to show off in front of everyone.
Their lives always go wrong.
And since his childhood was ruined he'll never grow up.
Mira's mother was saying so.
Your brother will never learn how to behave in public.
He won't adapt to this marriage.
Mrs. Naira said it just like that. She was, right?
I don't give a damn what Mira's precious mother was babbling about my brother!
Or what some dilettantes and sons of bitches talk about him!
Since Seymour was ten he was already being discussed
from high intellectuals to professors.
He had all the right to be smug about himself, but he wouldn't do it!
Seymour is a poet – a true poet!
And even if he hadn't written a single line
you still wouldn't be worth a single hand of his.
I'll go get some drinks.
I'm sorry,
can I call from here?
Sure.
Very well, We'll wait.
Yes, yes.
What happened Seymour?
Nothing.
Seymour you're always sad. it can't go like this.
I'm not sad.
I'm rather happy,
although I'm not sure that it's what I need.
You need to sleep.
I don't want to.
Seymour...
do you remember your work? In which a boy catches a fish.
After catching the fish his lips start to hurt
and when the kid brings the fish home and puts it in an aquarium
he sees that the fish is wearing his clothes.
So?
I think you wrote it for Walt.
Yes.
You always wanted to show off your wisdom, isn't that right?
I wrote it in a whole different intentions.
Oh… of course.
With very kind intentions, you compared a child – your brother, with a fish.
We all live on the same ground,
and they, for your information, have the same right to live as we do.
For your information, fish live in water.
A joke… with good intentions.
Humans always considered themselves higher than...
for example – ants.
Maybe it is true,
but I don't think it's reasonable enough to squash a whole "family".
No, you haven't changed.
Before all… "that"-
what we're we talking about?
Mira.
Once I called her.
It was strange, she was constantly saying
"Hello"
"Hello"
She almost hung up the phone.
I tried to convince her to run away and get married.
Only us,
nobody else.
How terrible it is
when you tell someone about your love.
And for an answer you hear-
"What?
Can't hear you,
what?
what…"
Vedanta commands:
-Spouses must serve each other.
To understand,
protect,
teach and strengthen,
but...
but above all – to serve.
To nurture their children-
with love,
sincerely,
and care.
The child is a guest in the house which we must love and respect,
but do not rule over him.
Because the child belongs to...
God.
[pray - Our Father]
How delightful,
complicated
and wise.
And that's why it's true.
For the first time in my life I feel the wonder of responsibility.
Everybody sleeps.
I need too,
but I can't.
Someone needs to stay awake
with the happy man.
I'm here.
Ah, it's wonderful,
wonderful.
You know, it got so breezy and nice here.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Excuse me,
but would it be considered ungraceful if I ask about that incident
of which Edith was speaking?
I mean about those nine stitches, do you remember?
Your brother must have...
accidentally…
Who's Edita?
My wife.
Yeah, sure.
Hm... yes.
So was it an accident or…?
What is this foolishness Mrs Susanna?
What did you say?
I'm sorry. I must have said something odd.
Young man…
I reached, at last, it must have took me an hour.
Is it cold?
Hm... Yes.
I have never been in such a hot room.
What did they say? Were you talking with Naira?
I was talked with everyone.
You can relax, everything is in order now.
What does that mean? What happened?
Means that our fiance' no longer suffers from "Happiness".
With whom you're were talking?
Already told you – everyone, except the bride of course,
she ran away with the fiance'.
What? what?
Oh God, why is it so sweet? what did you put in it?
Ran away?
What do you care? Don't bother, you'll live longer.
It appears so Seymour was already at their house when they arrived.
Mira packed her stuff and they left.
And now they're inviting us to a wedding.
What did Mrs. Naira say?
Mrs. Naira? Oh she's just wonderful.
It's hard to believe how she talked– very calmly and courteous.
She said that Seymour promised to go see a psychologist.
I don't know this all might turn out well.
Ah...I'm out of energy to think anymore.
Let's get out of here.
I'll take my cigarettes.
Wait, are you going there?
I don't know, if I go then only for couple of minutes.
Wait! Wait! I'm coming too.
Thank you.
Goodbye!
Goodbye, thanks for your hospitality.
By the way Edie.
Have you read Salinger?
Goodbye.
Do you have home?
Is there someone who takes care of you?
Seems that it's doves in the park.
You're sad again.
I'm not sad – I'm just not happy.
Can't sleep again?
You want some?
No?
Seymour…
don't you think you're yearning for perfection in everything?
You can't do that. You must accept others' and also your own flaws.
I don't deny.
Could you...
Tell me about Shushanik?
Tell you what?
Well,
for example,
how did it turned out that she got nine stitches on her face?
Oh, of course,
it's your week spot, isn't it?
Did you got mad at the cat or the tenderly love she had for it?
Enough!
Or maybe you understood, that she carres the cat for an another purpose.
Of course.
You were looking.
That was the reason.
It is typical in poetry,
especially in poetry that bears a Chinese or Japanese influence,
to depict everything in very bare manner, deprived of anything ornamental.
It was typical to your poetry too.
The day of your suicide you wrote a little thing
on paper that was on a hotel's table.
In it you wrote about a little girl,
that sitting in a car was turning her doll's head
so it could look at the poet in a car next to her.
Boo-Boo even once said that the girl really existed.
Even if that really happened, which I doubt,
that girl wasn't going to turn her doll's head in my direction.
She completely identified herself to this made-up story.
I'm happy,
and scared at the same time.
I love her so much.
How I need her tender heart.
She was fascinated with this animal
and wants me to be fascinated too.
Even in the dark, I can sense her estrangement from me.
It's always like that,
when I can't be fascinated by the same thing that she is.
My mother said when you'll be free
for longer time
you should visit our home again.
Poor girl,
she listens to you only when her mother does.
I dined at their house last month.
There was food made by Mira on the table too.
Tears filled my eyes.
Saigyō wrote:
"I don't know why, but appreciation always flows with shining tears".
My mother, just out of curiosity, wanted to know
if there was anyone with mental illness in your family?
Don't get me wrong, you know how worried she is– wants to know everything.
Her mother was concerned about a whole other thing.
Three things, to be exact.
The first one is impossible to explain.
The second one is that there's definitely something strange about you
if you haven't yet...
"Charmed" Mira.
And the last one...
She's still worried about that time when you said you want to be a dead cat.
When her mother asked…
"Seymour!
What are you going to do after the war?"
You answered-
That I think it's never going to end
and I know only one thing-
if it ends
I'd wish to be
a dead cat.
"Seymour!
you're crazy. Go to the doctor Sirunian."
I know that you were joking. If you explain to her – she'll understand.
So explain Seymour! Explain! She's begging you.
In one of the legends of Zen Buddhism, the master have been asked:
"Which is the world's most precious thing?"
And he answers:
"A dead cat, because it is priceless."
She calmed down.
But can't wait to go home and share this with her mother.
This kitty is so pretty, isn't it?
She's not saying "cute" anymore.
"You scared her so much that she changed the way she talks."
Mira. Do you know what is sentimentalism?
We're sentimental, when we're more tender whit any being, than god.
Of course, god likes little cats,
but probably without worn shoes, like in colour movies.
That artistic details he left to the screenwriters.
She worries when her love either comes or goes.
Аppears and disappears. She doubts that her love is real,
because it's not so joyful and sweet
like this cat.
Lately I was afflicted by a question.
Isn't the true poet or a creator, the only one?
Of course, you can't give that title to a scientist or, especially a psychologist.
Although, among psychologists there was a great, epic poet – Freud.
Dear reader, In your opinion
what's the most important, soft organ for a visionary?
Of course – the eyes.
You can yet again remember my quotation from Kafka.
Is it all clear now?
Do you understand that shout comes from the eyes?
A specialist can insist that death comes from pneumonia, loneliness, or...
a suicide.
Isn't that clear– the real reason of visionary death.
Seymour, you're smiling rarely. It's wrong.
There, much better.
Zozo!
Zozo!
"Zozo?"
Did you really think that I'm your grandpa?
Where are you?
Me?
I'm here Seymour.
Don't you see me?
You?
Yes.
Leave that and come to me.
Where are you?!
Why have you came?
Seymour…
What do you think?
Why are people afraid of the dark?
See, In instance, for blind people it's always dark, right?
But they're not afraid.
And…
what about non-blinds? They're afraid that they won't see and will fall?
No.
People are afraid, because in the dark they see themselfs.
They're left alone with their own fears.
Oh! look who's here…
An interesting creature, right?
Does she love you?
Yes.
No! You're wrong!
She's in love with only a marital life!
She instinctively plays in her little cage!
Her anticipations about marriage are both nonsensical and dramatic!
She want to buy some curtains, clothing for pregnant women…
She even wants to leave her paternal home,
wants many children that'll look like her, but not you!
No.
Yes!
What else could you expect from a child that runs around her mother? Huh?!
If you love her so much, why were you hiding her from Buddy?
I wasn't…
You knew his answer, knew it very well.
Buddy would hated her, if he'd knew why she wants to marry!
But can you hate just for that?
Probably yes,
but all of that seems so humanly to me.
Buddy won't understand.
I love Mira and consider her infinitely brave.
Brave?
Love her?
Fool!
Stop running after her. I'm begging you,
can you listen to me for once? For once in your life.
No.
What?!
I said- No!
Whole body hurts,
But there's no pain.
My hand weakens, Head is heavy again.
What to do?
How to escape?
Tells the voice in my head That sleep, is what I need.
Darkness prostrated everywhere.
Darkness blinded eyes of mine.
Besides the sea, nothing's there,
The sea, in which I swim alone.
[With love-BooBoo]
Year 1972, camp.
Dear Bessie, Les, Beatrice, Walt and Waker.
I shall speak from me and Buddy, since he's busy with his job.
That playful and brilliant boy is always busy with something.
We missed you all awfully a lot.
Why was I born so defenseless for such long separations?
Anyway, let's change the subject.
Tonight I saw Buddy in a dream, but in many years later-
completely deprived from my suspicious but loving presence.
He was sitting, and with a giant black typewriter was writing about this day.
Buddy was smoking and was already grey-haired.
Les, he was older than you now.
I was mostly allured by his house's image.
It was simply his childhood dream.
Pretty window, from which he, I'm sure, was looking at the sky form time to time.
Books all around, though there're no shelves,
notebooks, sharpened pencils, his black typewriter and other interesting stuff.
He'd be happy in that house.
And since I wouldn't be able to do it myself at that time,
please tell him that his house is very beautiful.
With thousands of kisses– Seymour.
Tomorrow I'm going to university again.
I know,
I admit...
I know, not often but I know that my most important work
is teaching in auditorium number 325.
I'm your brother, after all, right?
I even have this strange feeling that
there's no such other place
to which I'd go with more pleasure than to that auditorium.
Once you said that:
"During our whole lives we move from one holy ground to another."
Hello?
Mira? Mira, listen.
You father spoke with doctor Sirunian...
And?
He told everything…
About trees and windows. That he told Grandma how to bury her.
In one word – everything.
And?
And listen!
First of all, she said:
"It's a crime that they let him out of the hospital"
I swear,
she told your father that it's expectable, highly expectable
that Seymour can loose his self-control.
We're awfully worried.
Your father even wanted to come and take you back home and…
No mom, I'm not going to come back home now, relax.
Mira, doctor Sirunian said that Seymour is…
Mom!
Mm...
What about your room? Do you feel comfortable?
It's alright.
We didn't get the number we were resting at before the war.
Mira, I'm asking for the last time. how are you? Is everything okay?
Yes mom, for the hundredth of time- yes.
And you really don't want to get back home?
No, mom.
Mira, your father told me yesterday that he's willing to give you some money
for your vacation so you could make a decision.
No thanks.
Mom, this conversation…
I don't understand how could you wait for that boy until the end of war.
Mom, please, let's end this.
Seymour will be back soon.
Where is he?
At the beach.
Alone?
Is he behaving normally?
You talk so, as if he is crazy.
Of cours I'm not, Mira…
I didn't mean that. I…
Though it sounds like it.
Let me call you tomorrow.
Mira, listen to me very carefully.
I'm listening.
As soon as Seymour starts to do strange things, call me, okay?
Mom, I'm not scared of Seymour.
Mira, promise me.
Mira!
Alright, I promise.
Goodbye, say hello to dad.
Take care of yourself.
Where's my Seymie-Seymie?
Sybil…
Have you seen Seymie-Seymie?
Okay, kitty.
Come here.
I want to get into water.
Later kitty, later.
Go and play.
Mommy will go to Mrs Karina,
have a drink and bring you olives.
I still can't finish this work.
Even in the case when I realize what a failed story I wrote about Seymour,
where it obscurely shows my self-establishment
and an attempt to compare with Seymour.
I've concentrated so much around my own "self"
that I forgot about the most important…
The most real.
About a bird that lived among us,
a Buddhist and a true poet.
Who, least of all would like that I write this work.
But Seymour,
can I really delete this work?
Delete myself…
Seymie-Seymie! Will you come to walk?
Hello Sybil.
Will you come to walk?
I was waiting for you.
What's up?
What?
I said- anything new?
Daddy is coming tomorrow on an airplane.
It's time for your dad to come. I was waiting for him too,
still waiting.
Where's that woman?
That woman?
It's hard to say Sybil. She could be anywhere.
At a stylist for example- dyeing hair milk-white,
Or in a room, sewing dolls for poor children.
Ask simpler questions Sybil.
What a pretty dress you're wearing.
Most in the world, I like blue hats.
But it's yellow.
All yellow.
Really?
Come a little closer.
You're right.
I'm an idiot, idiot.
Will you come to walk?
I'll think about it.
Really, I'm thinking.
Narine told me that, when you were playing a piano, you let her sit next to you.
Narine told you that?
Yeah.
Well you know how that happens Sybil.
I was sitting there playing a piano, you weren't there.
Narine showed up and sat next to me.
What should've I done? Push her?
Yeah! Push!
No, no Sybil.
But do you know what I did? Guess.
What?
I imagined that she is you.
Let's go to walk.
Alright, I think I can.
Stay here.
Next time– push her!
Whom?
Narine?
No, I won't.
You keep remembering her.
Mixing memory and desire.
Hey Sybil,
do you know, what we're going to do now?
We'll try to catch a Bananafish.
Whom?
Bananafish.
Do you like candles?
Candles?
Candles.
Very much, and you?
Do you like olives?
Olives? Very much.
Olives with candles– can't live without them.
And do you like Narine?
Yes, yes of course.
She's nice to little dogs living in front of our hotel.
You may not believe, but there are some girls who like to beat them with sticks.
But Narine – never.
Doesn't hurt them, doesn't mock them.
That's why I like her.
And I like chewing candles.
Everybody likes.
We're not going to swim today.
Come to me!
I can't see them.
Understandable, they're very strange fish.
And their lives are very sad.
Do you know what they do Sybil?
No.
They swim to a cave full with bananas.
They seem like normal fish before they enter
but inside they act like pigs.
We'd not forget, right?
On his turn one fish entered the cave
and ate seventy eight bananas.
And Bananafish eat so much,
that they get fat and are no longer able to exit.
What happens then?
Then when?
What are you talking about?
Bananafish.
You mean when they can't get out?
Aha.
Makes me sad to say, but they die.
Why?
They get sick with banana fever,
it's a horrible disease.
Seymour...
Seymour, Seymour...
can't sleep again?
Too bad.
You'd see so many interesting things there,
many familiar and unfamiliar faces, long gone friends and relatives.
Leave!
Why did you came?
Oh…I wasn't gone, just a little vacation.
But I felt you need me,
you were calling me.
No.
Lie!
Looking in my eyes and lying to me!
You think it'll work?
I know you too well! Didn't you come to me yourself?
Remember, there, in the forest?
Wandering alone.
You needed a friend and I came! Have you forgotten?
No I haven't.
You were weird for everyone.
"Crazy one."
Only I could understand you!
Buddy was with me.
Buddy was jealous of you, he needed you!
You were the only one who was interested in his idiotic stories.
Enough… Enough…
You know it too well that I'm right.
You're wrong.
Coward!
You're not even brave enough to look into my eyes!
Imagined yourself a poet.
You think you can just forget me, like nothing happened?!
Murderer!
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