03x01 - Pap Struggles with the Death Angel

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Mayans M.C.". Aired: September 4, 2018 –; present.*
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Follows the life of Ezekiel "EZ", a newly patched member of the Mayans M.C. charter on the California/Mexico border.
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03x01 - Pap Struggles with the Death Angel

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BISHOP:
Congratulations, Ezekiel.


Welcome to the tribe.

(dog barking)

EZ:
You must be Letty's friend.

I'm Ezekiel.

Gabriela.

I would like that.

CREEPER:
Bad blood with you

and the sh*t caller?

TAZA:
Palo?

Something like that.

‐Coco!
‐I can't f*cking see.

‐Riz!
‐Call a f*cking ambulance!

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(steady beep)

BISHOP:
Riz didn't make it.

We're going to w*r.

‐TAZA: I don't see Palo.
‐Find him.

Did you find Palo?

Found him. f*ck me.

How much do you think
Potter really knows?

MIGUEL:
Potter knows you're involved.
He thinks he can shut down

the uprisings
by destroying Palomo.

HOBART:
Adelita.

BISHOP:
Pick your crew. Go get Adelita.

It's the f*cking MC.

‐Oh, Jesus. Thank God.
‐(siren wailing)

You have to go.

We'll be fine.

POTTER:
I need to know the truth

about what happened
in the desert.

Rebels, Adelita,
Galinda, Palomo.

All the pieces.

If not, I'll have ICE
pick up Felipe Reyes.

Told her Potter's
blackmailing us.

Using Pop as leverage.

(crying)

Congratulations, Papa.

Your son was born yesterday.

‐What's the matter?
‐Have you heard from Dita?

‐No. Why?
‐She finished with the doc

but never came back
to the waiting room.

Hola, Ignacio.

I realize that the reason
I was saved

is because I still
have things I need to do.

I guess I'm one
of those things, huh?

EZ:
Dita ordered the hit.

One of you Reyes men has
to help me right a wrong today.

I'll do it.

You destroyed my family.

FELIPE:
EZ, this is not you.

EZ:
Yeah, Pop.

It is.

(grunting, thudding)

(train whistling in distance)

If you're feeling froggy,

my boy here can
gladly accommodate.

You Dogwood fucks gonna
step on our sh*t again?

No.

He good?

(panting)

Are you good?

(strained):
Yeah.

♪ ♪

Good.

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Take my mind ♪

‐♪ Beyond the dreams ♪
‐(baby crying)

♪ I was ♪

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Take my mind ♪

♪ Beyond the dreams ♪

♪ Where I talk to my brother ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Who never said their name ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ When I heard ♪

♪ My mother say ♪

♪ I was slippin' into darkness ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(barking)

♪ When I heard ♪

♪ My mother say ♪

♪ Hey, what she say,
what she say? ♪

♪ You've been slipping
into darkness ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Pretty soon you gonna pay. ♪

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

EZ:
Pop?

(dog barking in distance)

(labored breathing)

Pop?

You up?

You gonna open the shop today?

Got you a breakfast burrito.

Pop?

I'll leave the food for you.

(door closes)

♪ Somethin' out of nothin',
I was born in the oven ♪

♪ Everybody finna love it... ♪

Coco?

(music continues faintly)

Coco!

You look like sh*t.

Hmm. Must be genetic.

(exhales)
Have you seen my iPad?

I swear that I left it
in my backpack.

So look in your backpack.

I did, menso.

I can't find it anywhere.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

This is the second one
that I've lost.

Are you sure
that you haven't seen it?

It's probably under a pile
of your sh*t somewhere.

What is up your ass?

This place is a f*cking mess,
Leticia. I got to do everything.

I mean, you want to drop out,
why don't you get a f*cking job

instead of staying out all
night, going to raves and sh*t?

You caught me, old man.
I built a time machine

to travel back to the s
to go to a f*cking rave.

‐Yeah, whatever.
‐And I didn't drop out.

You couldn't afford
to pay for tuition anymore.

So get a f*cking job.

Well, then, maybe
I f*cking will, hmm?

So that I can afford
to get away from you.

Do me the f*cking favor.

(engine starts in distance)

(sighs)

(engine receding)

(song playing in Spanish)

‐Angel.
‐NAILS: Hey.

Hey.

Shut up.

‐(water running) ‐Sorry, Nails.

Angel didn't tell me you'd
be here. I'd get you one.

I hate coffee.

Kind of reminds me of
my third‐grade teacher's breath.

Hmm?

Yep. Mr. Bozak.

‐Oh...
‐Shut up.

(both laugh softly)

PEÑA (muffled):
Think you can just avoid me?

While you're floating
in your castle

like Marie f*cking Antoinette,
people have lost their pensions.

Good, honest people
have lost everything.

You and your husband were
supposed to save this town.

You've f*cking buried it.
What's your plan B?

How are you gonna fix this?

There's no way
we could have foreseen

the border shutdown.

We can't get any materials now.
Our hands are tied.

Gee, I wonder how
you could have foreseen

the invasion of your own
f*cking government

because of your husband's
criminal activities.

Get your cement from Brawley.

Get your workers from El Centro.
Do something.

Because if you don't, what is
left of this town will die.

People are hurting,
and people are fleeing.

We're‐we're cutting
the police force.

We can't even afford
to pay someone

to pick up the f*cking trash!

You know, I'm‐I'm glad
you're up here on your hill,

away from the stench,

but you better hope
the wind doesn't shift.

Because...

I know what it took for you
to get you what you wanted,

and that blood will
always be on your hands.

EZ:
Went by Pop's again
this morning.

ANGEL:
He didn't get out of bed today?

(scoffs)

What the f*ck
are we gonna do with him?

EZ:
Having a tough time.

Everything.

Well, it ain't right,
seeing him like this.

(grunts)

He's human, Angel.

Yeah, and that ain't
f*cking fair.

Get the f*cking light
out of my eyes!

Grab it. (grunts)

(Coco panting)

GILLY:
What the f*ck
are you sweating for?

I'm the one had to carry
that sh*t for a mile.

I need some air.

(panting)

Somebody get this m*therf*cker
a Tampax.

His vag*na's been bleeding
for months.

That's gross, bro.

Man, this ain't even a quarter
of what we used to move.

How much longer you think
that border shutdown can last?

How much longer can we?

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(woman crying)

(indistinct chatter continues)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(machinery whirring)

How are we coming?

Looking good.

(electrical buzzing
and crackling)

(grunts)

Once you make it past...

(grunts)
just drive to the clubhouse.

Creeper will meet you there.

Hey, don't worry.

It's like going through
a DUI checkpoint.

All they care about are illegals
that are already on this side.

Nothing else.

Ever read The Secret?

I'm gonna focus
on manifesting my ass

on the other side
of that checkpoint.

Manifest yourself
five grand richer.

sh*t. I need it.

Husband and I were supposed
to work at the Agra Park,

and, well...

we thought Vicki would pay
more than she does.

You know, for what it costs
for me to have to...

Yeah, yeah.

Shutdown's been...

tough on everyone.

Yeah.

Luckily, crime always pays.

‐(both chuckle)
‐ANGEL: EZ, let's go.

(sighs) Sorry.

I‐I talk too much
when I get nervous.

You'll be fine.

(sighs) You promise?

Promise.

(engine starts)

I don't know if this is
a good idea, man.

She'll be fine.

If she's not, it's on us.

She knows what
she's signing up for.

No, all of this‐‐
Potter, shutdown‐‐

it's payback
for the picture we used.

Well, we didn't have a choice.

Yeah, but the club, the town
are all paying the price.

Hey.

No one more than f*cking me.

I know.

I'm sorry.
I‐I wasn't thinking.

It's fine, man.

Like I told you, bro,
everything is f*cking fine.

All right?

GILLY:
You girls good?

Let's get out of here, then.

La Llorona's giving us
some serious ojo.

It's like Riz staring down
on us in a nightgown.

Nah. Riz's hair was prettier.

(laughter)

What?

Too soon, man.

("k*lled by Death" by Motörhead
playing)

(engines revving)

Hey, Top.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ If you squeeze my lizard ♪

♪ I'll put my snake on you ♪

‐(indistinct chatter, laughter)
‐MAN: Vamos.

♪ I'm a romantic adventure... ♪

SOLDIER:
Not until we get back to base.

(indistinct chatter continues)

♪ But it don't make
no difference... ♪

Coco's got it.

The f*ck I do.

m*therf*cker.

You owe every one of us
at least a hundred bucks.

How the f*ck
are you still broke?

‐Man, how the f*ck...?
‐If you don't mind your own...

It's okay, guys. I got it.

What the hell you been spending
your money on, bro?

It's them pills.

Sure as sh*t ain't soap.

Smell like a g*dd*mn
homeless person.

Shut the f*ck up, man.

Smell like a hobo,
like you're about to steal

a pie off a windowsill.

(laughter)

Fat‐ass Hamburglar.

‐(laughter)
‐ANGEL: Oh!

Oh, sh*t, he got you.

What the f*ck I care?
My ass can go on a diet.

This m*therf*cker's always gonna
look like a f*cked‐up Nosferatu.

(laughter)

You'll stay a bitch.

What the f*ck did you just say?

Hey, come on, guys. We're...

No. No, he's a grown‐ass man,
Boy Scout.

He can speak for himself.

All right.

Tired of you talking sh*t,
always thinking you're funny.

I'm tired of you being
a little f*cking bitch

and crying about
some f*cking glass in your eye!

‐f*ck you, bitch.
‐(grunts)

‐Hey!
‐What are you doing, man?

What the f*ck?

That's my f*cking brother.

(grunting, yelling)

♪ k*lled by death ♪

♪ k*lled by death ♪

Shall we?

♪ k*lled by death ♪

I think we f*cking shall.

♪ By death, by death, by death ♪

♪ By death, by death,
by death ♪

♪ k*lled by death, k*lled... ♪

(dogs barking nearby)

How you doing today?

Where are you headed?

Please, please, please,
please, please.

Have a good one.

License.

(breath trembles)

(dog barking nearby)

Hot enough out there for you?

Where were you born, ma'am?

Riverside, California.

How old?

months.

Twins.
Uh, runs in my husband's side.

Haven't found my way
to forgiving him yet.

On my way to pick them up,
actually, from day care.

Would you mind pulling over
to the side, ma'am?

Come on, boy.

(dog barking)

Um, m‐my kids are waiting.
I‐If I'm not there, I...

Let's go. Move it.

♪ ♪

‐Oh, sh*t. sh*t.
‐Over here.

‐(tires squeal)
‐AGENT: Hey!

Oh, we got a runner.
We got a runner.

‐We got a runner.
‐(whimpers) sh*t!

Oh, my God.

(sirens blaring)

‐(screaming) ‐(tires screeching)

(squeals)

(gasping, shuddering)

AGENT:
Hands on the wheel!

‐Get your hands on the wheel!
‐(trembling): Okay, okay...

AGENT :
Stay right there! Don't move!

AGENT :
Let's see your hands!

Let's see your hands!

You got any idea how much
pressure we're under right now?

All the f*cking eyes we've got
on us with this shutdown?

And you go and b*at up
a bar full of soldiers?

You got any idea the f*cking
target you just put on us?

I expected more from you.

HANK:
While you ladies
were f*cking around,

we lost our load today.

ANGEL:
What? What happened?

Alicia okay?

She's about a ten‐ to ‐year
sentence away from okay.

We're worried she's gonna
open her mouth.

She wouldn't do that, man.
She's...

Isn't that how
she makes a living? Eh...

(quiet laughter)

Means, on top of
all the other bullshit,

we got to show up tonight
empty‐handed.

Kings aren't coming here?

Refuse to. Want neutral ground.

Well, what the hell
does that mean?

Means they're still pissed
about grandma's birthday party.

Well, f*ck 'em, then.

You want bodies
with you tonight?

It's our own people.

Me, Taza and Hank will be fine.

What else?

Heard Packer from Berdoo's
got cancer.

BISHOP:
sh*t.

Bad?

Not good.

Any word on
our other SOA friend?

Not a whisper.

He's worm food by now anyways.

Well, if anyone
ever comes asking,

we'll have some questions
of our own.

What are we gonna do about Palo?

I know him.

This isn't finished.

It is.

We lost Riz.

He lost everyone.

It's over.

‐(indistinct chatter)
‐(rock music playing)

‐What the f*ck, Steve?
‐What the f*ck, Steve?

Sorry, Hank.

HANK:
It's okay.

Let Steve clean it.

(Steve grunts)

Thanks, E.

BISHOP:
Can you believe
these f*cking kids?

TAZA:
Don't be so hard on them.

We were never this dumb.

We might have been dumber.

BISHOP:
Maybe.

But between the Feds,

a f*cking Reaper rotting out
there in the ground somewhere

and bullshit
with the other Kings...

Tonight, maybe we roll deeper.

‐And Palo...
‐No, let it go.

‐Bishop, you got to...
‐It's f*cking done!

I don't want to hear
about it again.

f*ck.

EZ:
Alicia‐‐ we can trust her.

She won't say anything.

For her sake,
you better hope you're right.

What is it, Taza?

You and Palo.

You all think I'm crazy.

You don't know him.

Cut his own
baby brother's throat.

Held him while he bled out.

He's not gonna let this go.

What happens if he comes back?

(birds chirping,
insects buzzing)

(cell phone ringing)

‐(zips pants) ‐(urine trickling)

Who the f*ck is this?

Glad to see you're not losing
any sleep over your cousin.

Where are you?

I could ask you the same.

Thought by now
you'd be down here

trying to get at the bottom
of what happened.

Look, it's a bit crazy here.

With Tommy disappeared,

it would look bad
if I went off the grid, too.

Maybe I should just

tell the Scotsman
about our little arrangement.

No.

I'll come down to you.

Just tell me when.

That won't be necessary.

Something tells me
I'll be seeing you soon.

What was all that?

Mi abuelita.

She's not doing too great.

♪ ♪

Mr. Galindo.

I was hoping we could speak.

I'm sorry, but I have a patient.

I was so sorry to hear
about your mother.

What did we miss?

I'm sorry?

To be direct, Dr. Luna,

what did you miss?

Even though she's... gone,

Mr. Galindo,

the rules of patient‐doctor
confidentiality still exist.

You know, I found this, uh,

shopping list yesterday.

Her handwriting.

Slanted, cursive.

You know, penmanship...

meant something to her.

There are these things,
scraps, trash,

that we spend our lives blind to
until someone we love...

leaves.

Then suddenly...

we see anything they touched
for what it really is.

It's gold.

‐Again, Mr. Galindo, I...
‐What did she say?

In here, wh‐what...

Mr. Galindo, I can't...

Wh‐What did she talk about? Hmm?

Mr. Galindo...

What did she say to you?

Did sh...

Did she... she blame me?

(whimpers)

Did she do this to...
to punish me?

I'm so sorry.

I really can't discuss this.

Miguel.

The Feds finally hit
Flores Pequeñas.

A mule got hit on today's run.

We need to find another way
to get the product across.


We've got nothing coming in.

It's making us vulnerable.

Tell Nestor I need him
and Paco tonight.

(sighs)

(baby crying on video)

How'd it go in Santo Padre?

Like Paris in the ' s,
so a success.

What's this?

Some more sh*t orders
from the top.

Mexico wants their rebel back.

And we're complying?

No one said the middle
of the food chain was easy.

Does Potter know about this?

Who do you think
signed off on it?

I thought he was on leave.

They have phones in San Diego.

(sighs)

They'll k*ll her the minute
she touches Mexican soil.

I know.

(crackling)

Want to get into something
tonight?

I'm seeing Gaby.

Oh, come on, man.

Nails is gonna bring a friend.

Nails, huh?

This getting serious
between you two?

Bro, it's called having fun.

Gaby won't find out
if you don't tell her.

Yeah, but... I don't know.

Bro, she ain't even
your girlfriend.

Have you even held her hand?

You are k*lling me.

I like her.

‐Oh, God.
‐She's...

Bro, if you say "special,"

I'm gonna throw up
in my f*cking mouth.

She's special.

Whatever, bro.

You do you.

I don't know, pray hard enough,
hopefully you'll get an HJ.

Yep.

You pray hard enough,
maybe you won't get HPV.

What the f*ck's an HPV?

Oh, bro, you got it.

BISHOP:
Yo.

Get back here by midnight.
I changed my mind.

We're all rolling out together.

(siren wailing in distance)

GABRIELA:
I got you something
while I was waiting.

It‐it's a muñeca quitapena.

If you whisper
your worries to her,

she'll take away
all your sorrows.

‐You don't like her.
‐I'm just...

I'm a little confused
by the science behind the doll.

(Gabriela laughs)

Actually...

(whispering indistinctly)

‐All right, what'd she say?
‐(laughs)

Muñecas quitapenas never
give up their secrets.

(Gabriela chuckles)

(police radios droning
indistinctly)

You want to go somewhere else?

It's a fear I have to live with.

I have no choice.

I am not a bad person.

No soy una criminal.

I came here to get away
from criminals.

(music playing in Spanish)

(gasps)

Ooh, I love funnel cake.

It's my favorite thing
about America.

(chuckles)

Hola.

Please.

Do you want to complain
to the muñeca quitapena?

‐What did you call her?
‐(laughs): What?

Is my Spanish really that bad?

Better since you met me,
like my English, I hope.

But...

your parents didn't teach you?

Most first‐generation kids,

our parents want us
to assimilate.

Think it'll help us get us
closer to the American dream.

So no abuelo or abuela?

It was just you, Angel
and your parents?

Yeah. And then just us
and our dad,

and...

now it feels like
it's just me and Angel.

Oh, no, is your father sick?

I don't know what's wrong
with him.

He's just very...

very unhappy.

So where did you learn
your Spanish, then?

I picked up what I could from my
parents talking to each other,

and in school.

My pop, he really didn't start
speaking it to me until I...

I was in prison.

Letty told me.

All his letters he wrote to me
were in Spanish.

I think he just missed
speaking it to my mom.

(laughs):
All he... all he ever
wrote about

was the shop and baseball and...

I think he was just wanted
to try to give my brain

something to solve.

I can read and write it
pretty well.

I just get a little clumsy
when speaking it sometimes.

I like when you get all clumsy,
and not so...

‐(laughs)
‐...Mr. Macho.

Is that really what I look like?

(laughs):
Yes, just less tough.

And definitely not as pretty.

Well, I was trying to fix
the carburetor on my bike,

and my hand slipped...
it slipped.

Well, you should be
more careful, EZ Reyes.

Do you want to get some
breakfast tomorrow morning?

I'd like that.

How much time do you have
before you go tonight?

‐About an hour or so.
‐Good.

(Cristóbal crying loudly)

What's going on?

He's having a f*cking meltdown.

I can't get him to stop.

Where's Maria? Maria?!

She let Peña blindside me today.

Just let her right
inside the house.

I had no choice but to fire her.

Maria's family, Emily.

Miguel, everyone in this town
is against us.

‐She's all Cristóbal knows.
‐No.

I'm all he knows.

Me, his mother.

What did Peña want?

To know what we plan to do.

How we're gonna bail
this town out.

Uh, that's not
our responsibility.

We won that bid fairly.

Right, we had no idea
Potter would shut down

the Santo Padre crossing.

But why can't we get materials
from this side?

You did the proposal.

Our profit margin relied on
using our south‐side companies.

Without that, we'll make more
writing it off.

The medical examiner
called again.

Left another message.

Uh, I'm gonna shower.

Then I have to head out again.

‐Mexico?
‐Yeah.

♪ ♪

‐MARCUS: Paco.
‐I'm sorry.

Oh, come on, don't be silly.
It's no trouble.

Tessa will be so happy.

Santi, come on, mi amor.

MARCUS:
Tessa! Santiago is here.

Hola, papito.
Go play with Tessa.

‐Come on.
‐Go.

Oye.

(laughs):
You're a terrible host.

‐Why?
‐Offer him something to drink.

I'm fine, ma'am, thank you.
Thank you.

He has to go see Nestor.

Okay. Take care, Paco, okay?

Have a good night now.

I'm cooking, hon.

Thanks again for watching Santi.

You're family, carnal.

We got you.

Call me tonight
when it's done, huh?

Yeah, I will.

(engines rumbling)

(engines turn off)

You got our delivery, carnal?

Mule got busted.
Out of our control.

Got a lot of excuses lately,
Bishop.

And you got a f*cking attitude.

You want to settle this thing
between us,

‐I'm f*cking ready.
‐Hey, tranquilo.

We're not here to divide
the club any further, carnal.

We're here to repair.

Since you f*cked up
the g*n trade.

That had nothing to do with us.

OTERO:
Bullshit. Everyone knows

you guys pulled that
f*cked‐up sh*t with the VM.

I heard grandma's birthday
was a blast.

(all chuckling)

It's nice to see
you guys laugh...

while the rest of the chapters
are starving.

We were relying
on that g*n money.

And now, you've cut
the pipeline down by %.

Border shutdown.

‐That was...
‐Out of your control.

RAMOS:
We've got a fix.

A way to make everything right
for all of us.

Let's hear it.

We want you to double the heroin
for the next few months.

Make up for the profit loss.

CANCHE:
And we don't mean double
the bullshit

that you've been doling out.

We mean double what you
used to average.

That's an impossible
f*cking ask.

We're not asking.

♪ ♪

No.

No.

And f*ck you.

You m*therf*ckers think
that you can survive

without our pipeline,
without f*cking Santo Padre?

sh*t, let me see you
f*cking try it.

♪ ♪

(engine starts)

Putting up with that
pinche gabacha's sh*t

all these years.

To do her dirty like that...

Thinks she's so much better
than everyone else. Huh.

What the f*ck is going on
with Miguel?

The LNG is pushing in,

and he's just sitting around
crying about his mom.

‐If his father saw him, he...
‐Watch out.

Ah...

f*ck, did I just step
in dog sh*t?

Maybe you should
shut the f*ck up

and watch where you're walking.

♪ ♪

(collar jingling)

MAN (over earbuds):
She dealt with the verbal abuse
by actions...

(Paco grunts)

(dog whining)

(tires screech)

(grunts softly)

‐(tires screeching)
‐(dog barking)

(insects chirping)

(siren wailing in distance)

(train horn blows in distance)

("Orphan Girl"
by Horse Feathers plays)

♪ I'm an orphan ♪

♪ On God's highway ♪

♪ I'll share my troubles ♪

♪ If you go my way ♪

(buzzing)

♪ I have no mother ♪

(knocking on door)

♪ No father ♪

♪ No sister ♪

♪ No brother ♪

(phone buttons clicking)

♪ I am an orphan girl ♪

♪ I've had friendships ♪

(knocks)

♪ Pure and golden ♪

♪ Ties of kinship ♪

♪ Have not known them ♪

♪ I know no mother ♪

♪ No father ♪

♪ No sister ♪

♪ No brother ♪

♪ I am an orphan girl ♪

(breath trembling)

♪ ♪

♪ When he calls me ♪

(beeps)

♪ I'll be able ♪

♪ Meet my family ♪

♪ At God's table ♪

♪ ♪

(lighter clinks, flicks)

♪ ♪

♪ Blessed Savior ♪

♪ Make me willing ♪

(Felipe sighs)

♪ Walk beside me ♪

♪ Till I'm with them ♪

♪ Be my mother ♪

♪ My father ♪

‐♪ My sister ♪
‐I failed him, mi amor.

♪ My brother ♪

I failed you.

♪ I am an orphan girl. ♪

(train horn blows in distance)

(dog barking in distance)

(flames crackling)

(lid closes)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(soft rustling nearby)

(insects trilling)

♪ ♪

(vehicle approaching)

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

AGENT:
Put your hands up.

¡Manos arriba!

Get down on the ground.

‐ , this is ‐ ‐ .

Have a ‐ times one
at the ‐ ‐ .

You got I. D.?

(groaning)

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh!

(groaning continues)

Ah, f*ck! (groans)

(sobbing)

(groaning continues)

Take it!

But please, call for help.

(agent whimpering)

(whimpering continues)

(grunting)

‐(tires screech) ‐(gasping)

(thudding)

(engine revving)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(baby laughing)
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