Outrageous (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

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MAN: One more time.
That's it. Feather the throttle.
Just feather it. Going up the hill.
Gearbox Steady as she goes.
Steady as she goes.
Farve taught us all to
drive when we were young,
which gave us a measure of
independence not enjoyed
by most women in those days.
And Debo was his last pupil.
N-Now into third.
GEARS CRUNCH
No, not first, not first!
Third, that's it!
Yes, very good.
Yes, now faster, faster
And stop!
HORN BLARES
Good grief.
Very good. Now, reverse.
Reverse. To the left and up. Up.
And off we go.
This is going to be a tricky manoeuvre.
Decca was coming out into
society in a few months' time,
with Debo just two years behind her.
We were all growing up,
carving our own lives.
Of course, there were bound
to be disagreements between us
about things like politics,
but nothing that could
fundamentally threaten
the deep bonds of family.
Surely.
Everything all right?
No. No, not really.
DOOR CRASHES OPEN, MAN COUGHS
David? So hungry.
David! Lunchtime! I'm free!
Wash your hands, girls,
was your hands now.
Go on, then, run.
Come on, Decca. Run!
GIRLS LAUGH
"Dear Muv and Farve,
"yesterday was the most wonderful
"and beautiful day of my life.
"I went to lunch as usual
at the Osteria Bavaria,
"hoping to catch sight
of the Fuhrer again,
"and he was there, with two other men.
"After a few minutes,
one of them came over
"and said to me, 'The Fuhrer
would like to speak to you.'"
No! What?
"I got up and went over to him
"and he stood up and saluted
and shook hands with me
"and invited me to sit
down next to him."
What? I don't believe it.
"I talked to him for
about half an hour."
SCOFFING
It's a joke, surely.
"I told him I was a British fascist"
..and he asked if there
were very many of us,
and I said yes,
and said that he should come
and visit England,
and he laughed.
He said he would love to
but he was afraid there would
be a revolution if he did.
He said London was the
best city in the world.
We talked about Wagner and he asked
if I had ever been to Bayreuth
and I said no, but I should love to,
and he told one of his men
to make a note of that.
Nard! Hello, you.
Oh, Nard!
Thanks so much for coming
to Munich! Of course.
I'm the luckiest girl
in the world, aren't I?
No-one else would understand but you.
I'm so happy that I
wouldn't mind a bit dying.
It's wonderful. I'm so proud of you.
It was just pure heaven.
He was so nice to me and not
at all grand or conceited.
And when you think -
he's the most powerful man
in the world, isn't he?
And you've met him, Bobo.
And you must meet him too,
Honks, I'll introduce you.
I would love that.
THEY LAUGH
I mean, one has to ask why,
of all the people in the restaurant,
did he pick Bobo?
Well, you must admit she does
have a certain look about her.
Do you think that he wants her as a?
As a what? Well, you know,
as a girlfriend?
Oh, stop it. Hasn't he
got a girlfriend already?
Oh, Lord, we can't have two sisters
both mistresses to fascist leaders.
What are the chances?
God, no. Anyway, Diana's there,
she'll protect her.
Is she? Yes, Unity
called her the same day.
She got straight in her car
and drove to Munich. Her car?
Mosley bought it for her.
A Christmas present, she says.
Really? Ugh, really.
Are you two still not speaking?
We will, don't worry.
I'm just letting her cool off a bit.
So, where are you
motoring off to next, Pam?
Bratislava.
Dreamy.
Mmm.
And you?
You seem to be here an awful lot
have you fled the marital home?
Only temporarily. We're a bit
short of furniture at the moment.
You know what this goes
to show, don't you?
What?
The power of persistence.
What does he want from her?
I-Is she safe? Should
we be bringing her home?
She's done nothing wrong, exactly.
I should think it's just a one-off.
I'm sure he's far too busy
to waste his time chatting
to young, foreign students.
He's got a damn country to run.
Anyway, Diana's there, keeping an eye.
Oh, yeah! CHUCKLES IRONICALLY
By the way, there was a
telephone call today from
the estate agent's office.
Yes?
You left your gloves behind.
They're keeping them for you.
Oh, yes. Yes, I, erm
Yes, I-I did go in briefly. Why?
There's someone interested
in the house, apparently.
This house? Hmm.
Yes, just renting it for six months.
Name of MacKinnon.
Our family home?
Probably won't come to it.
It's just in case we need to
raise some cash temporarily.
Fella's offered a decent sum.
When we moved in here,
you said we'd never leave.
Carried out in a box, you said.
Well, I can't control the
value of stocks and shares.
There's a depression going on out
there in the world, you know.
And our living expenses
are sky-damn-high!
I'm not blaming you.
But we still have two girls
to send out into the world.
Balls, dresses.
Decca is about to be presented at Court.
You think I don't realise that?
Of course I do!
We've got to give the
young ones every chance,
just as we did the others.
Fat lot of good it did the others.
Not a decent marriage between them.
David.Yes.All I am asking is that
you don't make these big decisions
without discussing them with me first.
I mean, that's fair, isn't it?
SHE HUFFS
SHE SIGHS
Meanwhile, I took myself home
to see what state the latest lot
of bailiffs had left my house in.
Oh, dear.
JAUNTY TUNE IS WHISTLED
Oh! Hello, darling. Welcome home. Mwah.
What's going on? I am getting
ready for the morning.
Day out?
I'm starting a new job.
With another bank in the city.
Yes, I know, it's about bloody time too.
Come here.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
I know I've been a total arse lately.
When you were at home,
Mary and Tony came over,
saw the state of the place
and read me the riot act.
Mary said I had to get a grip,
act like a real husband
and bring home some bacon.
Because if I didn't,
I'd lose you.
And I don't want to lose you.
Crikey, good old Mary.
Then Tony introduced me to a chap
he knows in the City and, well,
the job just fell into place.
I'm going to do my very best
to make it stick this time.
And get you some furniture back.
Well, that would be lovely.Good.
Cup of tea?
What news from the family?
Well, it looks like Unity
is making friends in Munich.
Brace yourself
I'm so glad you're here again, Nard.
I wouldn't miss
it for the world.
Have you said anything to him,
about Mosley and me?
Of course not.
All I've said is that we,
our family, know him socially.
Good.
Have you told Mosley you're
meeting the Fuhrer tonight?
Not yet, no.
Why not?
He'd be thrilled, wouldn't he?
It's complicated, Bobo.
It seems that he's resumed his
affair with his wife's sister.
Oh, no.
I thought that was all over.
So did I.
Oh, I am sorry.
Oh, Bobo, it's just
..who he is.
I knew when I met him what he was like.
He has this physical compulsion.
Some men do.
And sometimes, the greater the man,
the greater the compulsion.
But still, it must be awful
to think of him with her.
Occasionally, yes.
But I know, deep down,
that he loves me, needs me,
much more than he needs her.
Well, of course he loves YOU more.
You're you.
The thing is, she's the emotional type.
Highly volatile.
And she knows nothing of politics,
which is his life, of course.
And so, essentially,
she's a drain on him.
Whereas you are an asset to him.
I'd certainly like to be of real,
practical use to him, if I can.
And how can you?
Well, the main thing the
party needs now is money.
A source of funding, a sponsor.
What about the Fuhrer?
Yes, of course, he would be perfect.
But Mosley's been trying
to get a meeting with him
for months with no luck.
But if you could get him a meeting
Well, we'll see.
Let's see how your new friends
here take to me first, shall we?
Good evening, ladies.
Your car awaits.
Dankeschon, Erich.
Das ist meine schwester.
Mrs Guinness, of course. A pleasure.
Guten abend.
Shall we?
Don't worry, the Fuhrer's
going to love you.
NEWSREEL: The first
presentation party of the year
is held at Buckingham Palace.
Up the Mall came a long
procession of cars,
and passers-by had a glimpse of some of
the 600 debutantes who
were to be presented.
The weather was
anything but bright,
but on this cold, March day,
nothing could dim the
high spirits of these,
the youngest guests
of the King and Queen,
on the threshold of their first season.
Your majesties, may I present to you,
Lady Redesdale,
the Honourable Mrs Peter Rodd,
the Honourable Jessica Freeman-Mitford.
Smile, darling.
They look like old,
stuffed puppets with crowns on.
They don't say anything,
you don't say anything -
just two curtsies and you're out.
"Next, please." I mean what's the point?
There is none whatsoever, darling.
It's completely meaningless.
It's incredibly important.
It marks the fact that
you're now grown-up.
The start of the cattle
market, you mean.
Just hundreds of girls jostling about,
waiting to be auctioned off to
the highest-bidding husband.
Ready?
Decca, it's the beginning
of your social life.
The point is to make connections,
to meet people of both sexes,
to go to parties and make friends.
A commodity of which you
are in very short supply.
It's all small talk.
No-one I've met so far has
any interest in anything
that actually matters in this world.
Ready?
And they all look the same -
I-I honestly, I can't
tell any of them apart.
It's probably your eyesight, darling -
you've ruined it with all that reading.
Perhaps I just need glasses.
Absolutely not at your age.
Spectacles are terrible for young people
and awfully expensive.
No, no, no - the good body will
right itself, as it always does,
and you'll probably see
things better as time goes on.
Shall we try a smile this time?
Decca!
Oh, marvellous.
One of the family's been sent to prison.
Oh, who on earth is that?
It's that second cousin you took a
fancy to, Decca. Esmond Romilly.
Winston's nephew.
Prison? W-What for?
He showed up blind drunk with a
friend at his parents' house, and
Oh, ha-ha! Good old Auntie
Nellie called the police.
Oh, surely not! And at the
next day's court appearance,
she told the judge he was
a communist agitator who
had become uncontrollable at home,
so the judge sentenced him
to six weeks in a remand
home for juveniles.
No! That's awful of Nellie -
taking her own son to court?
"Romilly, 17, said he was
going to use the time
"to further his revolutionary studies."
Hurrah for him!
Thank you very much, ladies,
I think we got it.
Well done, darling. Well done.
Hello. You must be one
of those Mitford girls.
Derek Jackson.
You must be the youngest one.
Not Jessica - Rebecca?
Deborah. Yes, that's it, of course.
I know your brother Tom from Oxford.
And I've met your sisters, Diana and
Who's that one always hurtling
about in that little sports car?
Pamela. Pam, yes, that's it.
I mean, I've often seen
you out hunting too.
You're an excellent horsewoman.
Absolute natural.
I, erm, I think I've
seen you out riding too.
You ride in short leathers,
like a jockey.
I am a jockey, actually.
Well, sometimes.
At least, I've ridden in
the Grand National. Really?
Mm-hm, twice.
Although my real work is as a scientist.
At Oxford.
I'm an atomic physicist.
Wow.
Yes, it's actually worth being one
just to see the look on
people's faces when I say it.
THEY CHUCKLE
How old are you, Deborah?
I'm nearly 16.
How old are you?
Ha! Excellent.
Excellent, Deborah.
Race you to the gate?
So, I got you a present
whilst I was in Munich.
Mmm, darling, very generous of you.
You didn't need to do that.
Where is it?
In Munich.
Well, that's a bit inconvenient.
I don't suppose it's going to
make its way here, perhaps, is it?
No, no.
I'm afraid you'll have
to go there to get it.
But I think you'll agree
it's a journey worth making.
Hitler?
Yes.
He said he'd be delighted to meet you
whenever you are next in Munich. My God!
Oh, my God, that is something.
Unity helped me, of course.
She and I have been telling him
all about you paving the way.
You might want to learn a few
words of German beforehand.
He doesn't speak any English,
does he? No, of course not.
Well, then I'll have an
interpreter, no doubt.
I just find that the
better my German gets,
the more relaxed and informal
our conversations become.
Well, how relaxed and
informal are you getting?
Actually, he's invited me to
the opera in Berlin next week.
Has he? Mmm.
Just the two of you, is it?
Oh, I'm sure there'll be
some bodyguards around.
I'm not sure I like the idea
of you spending time alone.
Well
..there are certain people I don't
like you spending time alone with.
But I've learned we don't
always get what we want in life.
Do we, darling?
Touche.
And finally, the day I
dreaded was upon us.
Nothing for it but to smile.
Well, there you are. Aw,
thank you so much. I shall treasure it.
Well, come along.
Let us all raise a glass
to our distinguished authoress.
Cheers.Cheers.
Thank you both so much for coming
and preventing this from being
the most depressing
publication day in history.
Can I just say that I
offered to throw a party,
Joss offered to throw a party and
the publishers themselves?
I could hardly have a party
to celebrate a book which
has caused so much trouble.
Well, you didn't cause it, darling -
it's your bloody sisters attaching
themselves to fascist leaders.
I tell you, you're
better off without them.
Anyway, they're completely
overreacting and the book is only
a very gentle satire I've
written to my sisters, explained,
apologised, grovelled
and it's done no good.
Well, I for one am really
looking forward to reading it.
I think everything you write
is an absolute scream.
Hear, hear. Darling,
aren't these two the best of friends?
Without them, I wouldn't have a job
and you certainly would not have a cake.
Thank you both so much.
To friendship.
Right, would you like a piece?
Yes, please.
Tony's handiwork. Looks delicious.
You've outdone yourself, Tony.
There you are, Stubbs.
Wondered if you fancied a
spin in the car. She's
Oh, my Lord.
Farve will die if he sees you.
He'll literally have a fit and die.
Do you think they'll hang me for murder?
Probably.
But at least you'll look
lovely on the front pages.
Go like this.
That's better. Less is more.
Anyway, Farve won't see me.
It's just for special occasions.
Oh, yes? Where are you off to?
I'm going fishing.
Fishing and lipstick do not
normally With Derek.
Promise you won't tell.
In fact, could you come with?
Derek Jackson?
He's twice your age, Stubby.
What on earth are you doing with him?
I'm not doing anything with him.
We're friends.
He asked me about our trout stream,
so I said I'd show him it.
Oh, do come, he said he'd
love to meet you properly.
He says, of all my sisters,
you seem the least bonkers.
What a charmer.
So, Miss Pamela,
your sister tells me that
you've spent the last year or so
driving all over Europe. That's right.
Awfully dangerous for a young lady,
driving abroad alone, isn't it?
Not if you know how to change a wheel.
I meant without a chaperone,
a protector.
Not if you know how to
protect yourself. Ah, I see.
You're the go-getter, independent type.
Take no prisoners, eh?
Right, here we are.
It's a nice spot, isn't it?
And which type are you, Derek?
Oh, Derek's the rude type.
He hates the way that most people
blither on in meaningless small talk,
and he's not afraid to tell them.
And if that means that they
think he's an arrogant pig,
well, that's their problem.
Isn't that right, Derek?
Ha! Guilty as charged, I'm afraid.
Your sister has me to a T.
NEWSREEL: In Berlin, Dr Goebbels,
one of Hitler's chief ministers,
makes the sensational
announcement that Germany is
to reintroduce conscription
to the armed forces,
in direct contravention to the terms of
the Versailles Peace Treaty.
This news sends a worrying
message to the rest of Europe.
Is Germany once again preparing for war?
CROWD: Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!
The living room is on the first floor.
He always keeps the curtains closed,
even during the day. Why?
In case of snipers.
So he's in there now?
Yes. With her.
Eva? Ja.
She arrived about an hour ago.
Will she stay all day?
All night?
Probably. She usually
leaves before it gets light.
How long have they been?
Two years, maybe.
But he's never seen in
public with her. Why's that?
She's just a shop girl.
She knows nothing of government,
the economy or of the Jewish problem.
She doesn't understand politics at all.
But politics is his life.
What do they talk about?
I don't know.
Perhaps they don't do so much talking.
Sex is just a compulsion.
A great leader needs a woman
who understands his cause,
who is wholly committed to it.
Do you think he loves her?!
God knows.
Look, we should leave,
they patrol these gardens. Come.
Will you help me write a letter?
I need to get the German perfekt.
To the Fuhrer?
No, no. To the newspaper. Der Sturmer.
Now?
Please?
Dear Sturmer, I am a British woman
fascist who has lived in Munich
for several months.
I should like to express my admiration
for Germany's approach
to the Jewish problem.
Unfortunately, the English
have no notion of the danger
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Lady Redesdale.
The papers? Yes, yes?
Absolutely not! Certainly not, no.
PHONE RINGS
RINGING CONTINUES
Lord Redesdale!
Sir, what do you think of
your daughter's letter?!
CLAMOURING
I have nothing to say.
Do stand aside.
Sir! Is it true she's
Hitler's mistress?!
Drive on.
Unity, you are to
come home at once.
You're to take the very next
train and talk to no-one,
absolutely no-one, until you arrive,
do you understand?
CACOPHONY
CACOPHONY SWELLS
I refuse to apologise.
It's not just your father and I.
The whole country is angry with you now.
I don't care. Those are
simply my opinions.
FARVE: Unity!
What on EARTH do you
think you're playing at?!
What right?
What right do you have
splashing your revolting and
your utterly unfounded opinions
across every damned
newspaper in the land?
Do you ever stop to think for a
moment of the thousands of perfectly
decent people in this country
that you've offended and attacked?
The damned telephone has not
stopped ringing with reporters
hounding us about your disgusting views.
You You are an absolute
Ah! Oh, she's here already?
She's with Farve.
She had that look about her,
you know how she gets.Stony.
I mean, where did all
this hatred come from?
She knows nothing about
the Jews. Nothing!
Bobo, where are you going?
To London, to stay with Diana.
I'm obviously not welcome here.
Oh, don't be silly,
of course you're welcome.
I shall walk to the station.
And please tell Nancy that
I have not forgiven her
for publishing that book.
That book? Good God,
what about this letter?!
Bobo, come ba
Ugh!
It's no good me ordering her
back only for you to tell her
she's not welcome here.
How on earth are we going to get to
the bottom of why she's said those
ghastly things unless
she's here to talk to?
There have to be
consequences for her actions,
or how will she ever learn?!
She's not a child any more
banishing her won't work.
Well, what then?!
I don't know.
Darling, we have to reason with her.
Reason with Bobo, hmm?
We have to try.
How else are we going to
keep our family together?
SIGHS
KNOCK ON DOOR
Go away.
Hello, hello.
Oh, it's you.
Well, she's been,
she's taken the medicine
and she's gone again.
I saw her.
I couldn't bear to speak to her.
Just, why?
Why do you think she'd say
these awful, hateful things?
I suppose
Well, you know how much she idolises him
and, and now suddenly she's
having lunch with him and
..it's gone to her head -
she'd probably say
anything to impress him.
Hopefully, the scales will
eventually fall from her eyes.
They won't.
I know her, she'll stick to it.
KNOCKING
Ah, Pamela. Do come in,
we're having such fun.
Did you get the call to return from Muv?
All hands on deck.
Mmm.
Well, Unity's really done it this time.
The baddest a bad girl can possibly be.
Do you think she really means it?
Hard to tell.
But I went to visit her in
Munich a couple of weeks ago
and she took me to tea with him. Hitler.
What?! Pam, how could you?
Well, I was curious.
I mean, come on, who wouldn't be?
And? He struck me as very ordinary.
Like a farmer, in his brown suit,
sat in a tearoom, making chitchat.
Hard to believe he's this ruthless
dictator with these awful views.
But he is. But you know what
the extraordinary thing was?
Not Bobo's love for him - which
is quite obvious, of course -
but the fact that he's
clearly enchanted by her.
What? Yes. She makes him laugh.
And you know what she's like,
just says whatever comes into her head.
She's completely natural with him.
Whereas I suppose most
people are in awe, nervous
and on their best behaviour.
Bobo isn't.
Well, if you've met him,
I don't see why I couldn't.
Hitler?
Erm, you don't WANT to meet him, do you?
Well, picture this -
at close range, I could whip out
a pistol and shoot him dead.
Great scheme.
And then you would immediately
be shot dead by his guards.
Maybe, but i-it would be worth it,
wouldn't it? Er, no. No, Decca.
Well
..what do you do when
someone you really love
does something really,
really awful and vile like this?
That's a good question.
Can you still love them?
Perhaps we don't really get a
choice about loving sisters.
Maybe the love's just
there in the background
..and always will be,
whether we like it or not.
Oh, I am sorry for you and Farve.
This really is beyond the pale.
All I can hope is that Diana
can talk some sense into her.
Well, maybe maybe I could pop
in and have a word with them.
Yes, but aren't things rather difficult
between you three at the moment?
I don't expect Bobo to
relent any time soon,
but Diana is more reasonable.
And, well, it's high time she
and I cleared the air, isn't it?
We are adults after all.
Well, tread very softly,
won't you, darling?
Yes, I will.
Thank you.
Bye-bye, darling. Good luck.
As the eldest, I knew it was up
to me to be the bigger person
and build a bridge.
To pour oil on troubled waters.
DOOR OPENS
Hello.
If you've come to see Unity,
I'm afraid you've had a wasted journey.
She says she has no intention of
speaking to you. No, actually,
it's it's you I've come to see.
How are you?
Very well, thank you.
How are the book sales going?
It's sold remarkably badly,
you'll be pleased to hear.
And reviews have been
indifferent at best.
Look, I'm
..I'm truly sorry that
it offended you both.
Obviously, it's not
what I set out to do.
I'm actually in the middle of packing.
I'm going to a dinner party tonight
and then I'm driving straight off
to Mosley's place afterwards,
so I'm rather busy.
Right.
Listen, Muv wondered if you
would have a quiet word
with Unity about her letter,
and just explain to her why
everyone's so upset about it.
And perhaps encourage her
to rethink what she's said.
She clearly listens to you.
Certainly not.
She's an adult now and she's
entitled to her opinions.
But, Nard, you cannot support
what she said in that letter -
all that hatred - I mean,
you can't, can you?
Look, her views are her own.
If that's what she thinks,
I don't see how I can change it.
Oh, come on! You have a
huge influence on her.
You can't just sit by and do nothing.
You can't condone it.
Neither Mosley nor I have anything
against the Jews as a race,
but what's happening in Germany,
it's none of our business.
What? This, this
This isn't you - this is
Mosley speaking, isn't it?
Don't be ridiculous. Well,
it's not the girl I grew up with.
It's not you. Don't tell me
who I am or what I think.
Just because you're the eldest Oh,
it's got nothing to do with that.
..doesn't mean we have to
fall in line behind you.
We are all entitled to our own views,
to be ourselves.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
But that's it -
since you met Mosley,
you're not yourself at all.
You've changed completely.
You think you know me
better than I know myself!
Well, you don't!
Just get out, will you?
Now!
Oh, don't worry, I'm going.
Good God, what are you doing here?
I'm just about to have an early night.
Sorry.
You don't fancy a really
strong drink instead, do you?
Wait there.
WINDOW SHUTS
When they begin
Love begins ♪
I mean, Unity's always
been an obstinate,
obsessive creature who
loves to shock. But Diana?
Diana's a sophisticated,
intelligent woman,
but now suddenly she can't
complete a sentence without
the word Mosley appearing in it.
I mean, later tonight, she's
driving halfway across the country
just to be with him.
What on earth is the attraction?
Fame, power, driving ambition, virility.
All the age-old aphrodisiacs, I suppose.
But refusing to condemn Unity's letter,
that's that's just not her.
She's always had lots of Jewish
friends - you, for example -
that's Mosley speaking.
She can't have changed that much.
Well, perhaps that's how it begins.
I mean, Mosley started off as
a perfectly reasonable
politician, didn't he?
I suppose so, yes. But then,
power became more important to him
than his principles. And to get power,
as Hitler observed early on,
it helps to have a scapegoat,
a focus for people's hatred.
And, well
..the Jews have always been there.
Oh, God, I'm sorry, this is too much.
I shouldn't be bringing this up.
No, no, no, no.
We have to talk about it.
We have to confront it.
You know, my grandparents
escaped the Ukraine 50 years ago
and came here. They had
rocks thrown at their house,
they were called filthy
sheenies by the neighbours.
And only once they'd moved,
changed their name,
shed every outward sign that
they were Jewish, really,
did they finally start
to feel safe enough
to build a life and have a family.
So they were in hiding, really?
In a way, yes.
Yes, because there's always the fear.
But because of that sacrifice,
my parents got to grow up feeling
like this was their home.
And they passed that belonging, that
..that feeling of safety on to us.
And then, enter the fascists,
and here we all are again.
Right back to square one.
Thanks to Mosley.
SINGER HOLDS FINAL NOTE
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
See you soon.
How on earth did my attempt
at reconciliation with Diana
go so badly wrong that night?
Did I go too far in accusing her
of being Mosley's mouthpiece?
Possibly.
Should I have been able to
keep my cool when provoked?
Probably.
And was it my fault that
she was so upset that night
that she drank a lot more
champagne than she should have?
Definitely.
DISTANT: Hello? Can you hear me?
Let's get her out.
HEARTBEA
That's it. Steady.
HEARTBEAT CONTINUES
SHE GASPS
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