The Sign of Four - Part Nine
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For just £6 a month, binge ad-free adventures in full and have access to so much more over at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Previously on Sherlock and Co. Oh, come on, damn it. This, this case. What? Is it showing any sign of success? Are you kidding me?

Are you talking about the suitcase or the crime case? The crime, the crime, the crime case, John. At least I thought it did until I lost an elderly dog in South West London. What do we bring to the table, honestly? We watched a man get poisoned at a restaurant in Amritsar, then we raided a temple full of corpses. Now we've lost a dog. We're ten steps behind. The law enforcement agencies are actually catching people and getting crucial footage. What are we doing? And what about Sherlock? He is...

One more sleepless night away from going completely bonkers. Well, if our lovely Sherlock is struggling to sleep, you've always got my book. Yeah. Okay, let's see. Yes, definitely deliberate. It's not like they got into difficulty en route. How can you tell? The burn patterns. Judging by the smell, creosote. Any word on Toby? What did you find?

An important stone. Not that one. We'll explain. Later. Listen, er, so... Yes, I think we should have dinner tonight. You want Marianna up here? Because she's pretty focused on the suitcase thing. I'll give her the key. Get Athelny and Jonathan too. Give her the key? What? And Mary. I think it's time to start your edit, Dr Watson. Aurora. Aurora! I'm a lonely old man. We've got the little one with us here tonight. Grandson.

Sherlock? Sherlock! Ah. What did you find? Because I found something too. When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains

No matter how improbable. Must. The truth. Could you pour some more wine, please, for the 8,000th time? You're nervous. I'm just laying the table. In a nervous fashion. Can you blame me? Wine, please. Is it because your girlfriend is here? No comment. Is it because we have a potential breakthrough? No comment. Is it because the chicken is underwhelming? No comment. The chicken is not underwhelming.

I have to make it underwhelming because you have the culinary palate of a four-year-old. That's not true. Yes, it is true. It's not. When I'm confident, my tastes expand. Oh, and you're confident now, are you? Yes. Can I use the electric carving knife? I like using that. No. I'm getting the electric carving knife. Will you please just pour me some bloody wine? Fine. You're wearing too much fragrance. Your rash is coming back. For sake. MUSIC

More wine? Please. I was talking to Mary. Oh, you can slosh some of that in here too, please, John. Yeah, okay, I'll just go and open another bottle. So, tell me, Mariana, does he record absolutely everything? Every thing. Well, so that's on right now, is it? Mm-hmm. That's why it has pride of place in the middle of the table. So what if I refuse to be recorded?

What then? Would you refuse? Nah, get my name out there. I want to solve this case and get a promotion. And this might be my only proof. Excellent. And hey, let me tell you, you bloody will solve the case. You bloody will. Well, cheers to that. Oh, no, wait, I can't. I haven't got any wine. Yes, yes, yes. All right, here, fine. Oh, in she goes. Lovely stuff. Any word from your captured friend? Mr Akbar?

Ooh, clock is ticking, Jonathan, let me tell you. Is it now? Yeah, Interpol can't do a great deal in terms of conviction. We can investigate and arrest, but you've got to find that authority that has the appetite to actually throw a conviction together, you know? Of course, yes. But I keep saying, and I've been saying to Scotland Yard and that...

That bloke is gonna squeal. You think he will squeal? Oh, he's in a gang. He's an old guy. He doesn't want to die behind bars. Hell, put him through a trial and a death, he'll shit his pants. Right, yes, of course. Of course. Oh, this looks great, John. Oh, yeah, John, this looks so good. I mean, I can't believe it's not been sun-toast. I can't believe it's not penne, to be honest. You always do that. What? You always smirk when I say penne.

I don't. You do? I, I, yeah, yeah, I kind of do. But why? Oh, she's laughing. I'm sorry. What is it? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What is it? In Spain, it means penis. No. Yeah. Oh, God. Sorry, dude.

That's why I laugh. Yeah, because you're a 12-year-old boy, apparently. Aw, look, he's going red. Aw, Willy Talk made him go red. Right, there is no Willy Talk, right? Willy Talk is banned. For our American listeners, Willy means penis. Since we're doing penis translations. Right, enough. Enough. Mike is on. Mike is recording.

Yeah, but this is not getting uploaded. Please, please tell me this isn't getting uploaded. Well, I need all the material I can get sometimes. Have you started editing? I, um, yeah. Yeah, bits and pieces. Have you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta get cracking with it early doors. Hey, buddy. Mm-hmm. Indeed. Do you help with the edit, Sherlock? Absolutely not.

Yeah, and we want to keep it that way, right? OK, Mike going off for horrible chewing and swallowing sounds and cutlery and everything else that people give me bad reviews for. So bye bye. I would have liked to have used the electric carving knife. It's not that's not for this kind of dish. It's tricky. Yeah, but not off the bone.

Now, Mary, what were you saying before I was interrupted by Edward Chicken Knife Hand? Well, I was saying about that stupid Morse Code thing I did with my first ever boyfriend. Oh, yeah, that is so sweet. See, look, right? Let me try it on you, Mariana. Oh, I don't know the letters. Oh, what? Uh, Sherlock? Try me. Okay, here we go. Hand, please. I hope you're concentrating. Always. Yes, the chicken was dry, wasn't it? I don't believe this.

Very good, very good. So, not to talk shop, but what do you think, John? What do you reckon about it all? Oh, yeah. Yeah, we were going to do theories, weren't we? What do I reckon? Oh, God, blimey. I suppose I would say that they're high-powered, the sign of four.

High powered. Yeah, this is classic John. My turn. Thank you. Yeah, so I think they've probably got links to... Yeah, I reckon they've got a link to a bigger organisation or something that they're going to sell into and make billions or something. Yeah, I can kind of see that. Illuminati type bollocks, right? Yeah, well, no, not exactly, but that's...

Yeah, our world is a bit shitty like that, isn't it? You know, lots of corporations all lead back to the same owning companies. I bet crime is no different. You know, everything's just leading back to one source. Some evil overlord. Yeah, my vote is with evil overlord. And, oh, here we go. I've got it. I've got it. What is this? Drunk deducing? Yeah, absolutely. Don't drink and deduce. Wait, I...

I reckon they're called something like Aurora, right? The big corporate crime syndicate. And that's what Tonga is trying to communicate. It is always corporate with you. Here comes the finance graduate. Coming for my throat. Better keep the electric chicken knife out of her reach. I am not. I'm not. Okay, my theory, my theory. Let's hear it. Theories give me delicious theories. My theory is Aurora is some kind of vessel. Interesting. Like...

Like a private place? No, no, like a yacht. And I think the stone is on the Aurora. Oh, I like it, I like it. When do we get to visit the yacht? Is it in someplace hot, yeah? Don't you work in India? Oh, I love the sun, Mary. God, I love it. No, hold on. Why would a 14-year-old boy from Hounslow have access to a yacht? You don't know. He might. Yeah, none of us know, basically. That's the fun of it.

Mr Interpol? Mr Interpol at your service. Where's that wine? Let me get my story straight. What do you think? What is the fate of our diamond and our boy? I reckon, I reckon, I reckon... Oh right, what do I reckon? I think it's still in the UK as we know. And it's someplace mysterious. Some deep, dark legend is being fulfilled. And instead of being bundled into the crown jewels or the Tower of London or whatever...

is where it belongs. Which is... imbued

deep into ancient Welsh rock. Because God's heart is Cymru itself. The deep valleys is vessels and it thunders life into the world. And that gem is to be drawn out one day by the true king. King Athelni the real deal. Oh my goodness sake. In all honesty, I don't bloody know. I'm kind of with a bit of John and a bit of Mariana. I think high crime. I don't think it's a bunch of lowlives fighting over a stone.

High crime. Big connections. And yeah, I like that Aurora is a thing, is a chip or a company or a building or something. And that's where we'll find a stone. I like your optimism. That's the actual real deal telling you. Miss Morstan? Clearly I don't know a bloody thing. But I have felt the presence of these people my whole life. They're obviously obsessed. They're insistent. I mean, they're sick, right?

They can't be working for some bounty. It seems to be all twisted into birthrights in the past. I think it's a dark ancient grudge from these guys and they won't stop until they've got it. So you're going for a very organic approach, do you? Yeah, no dirty twists, no nefarious businessmen looking to get their hands on it. No, what was it, ancient Welsh folklore? I think it is as it seems.

Old grudges. Who gets what? An heirloom at the end of the day, right, Jonathan? Heirlooms. Available in all good bookshops. And my garage, of course. What about you, Master Detective? You are rather quiet. Oh, he likes to stew. Stew on his thoughts. Ah, it's always the quiet ones.

I bet he knows it all in there. He's just biding his time. It wouldn't surprise me if he had the bloody thing all along this one. Yeah, it's all been a big test. No, no, no, no, come on, you must know, you must! Where is it? Well, I must confess, unfortunately, Agent Jones, I don't have the sewer cooler. Oh, well that's a shame. Right, I'm off then. But I do have another stone. What?

I found one this afternoon. When? When we were inspecting the vehicle of Mohinder Singh. Where is it then, mate? Here. For goodness sake. Sherlock, that's like a pebble. It's bloody gravel. Oh, gravel. You've got a piece of gravel. Oh, look. Look what I've got.

Ooh, pocket fluff. Wow. The fabled pocket fluff of ancient Babylonia. This is 10mm polar white shingle.

It's good mate, yeah. Yeah? Look? Yeah, looks like little white basic driveway gravel, Sherlock. It's actually not basic driveway gravel. It's quite expensive at 800 pounds a tonne. Lovely. Well, I won't put you in touch with my publisher any time soon. If people found my gemstone stories boring, goodness me! Sherlock, why does this matter? No, no, I'm not mocking. I'm being serious.

Mohinder's car. In the tread of the tyres I found this piece of 10mm polar white shingle. Right, so... So this gravel is from a place he went in his car? This is a place he would visit frequently. I've seen it before, in fact. We've been to a house very recently with this exact stone shingle. Have we? We have. And you know what?

It's been one of those days. I don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or perhaps the osmosis of all this information seeping into the relevant faculties. This afternoon, I saw something else I recognised. When I finished reading a, quite frankly, deranged book that documents the propriety rights of all the valuable stones of India,

A book that waffles on a great deal about titles and claims to dominions and their loot, and some utter nonsense about the New World Order's attempt to steal away ancient talismanic stones from prestigious families. Sherlock. Sounds like a bad review, Jonathan. It's a terrible review, yes. A load of self-entitled wank, to be quite honest. Sherlock, just... But what triggered a moment of recognition was when I realised I was honoured with a signed copy. Lucky me.

"Heirlooms" by Jonathan Small. Look at that. How lovely. Very kind. Yep. And if we have a little look here, don't worry, I won't make anyone read the book, just this signing. The S, there, on Small. Quite unusual. Around one in a hundred people, I believe, write an S from bottom to top. I had seen it somewhere else. On this, as a matter of fact,

The note that killed Mary's poor old father. A note that, as well as the lethal anthrax, contained traces of codeine. Used to treat the most intense agonies, of course. Doesn't take long to get addicted, does it, Jonathan? It. Look now, I... Mariana, you opened your case at long last. Yes, because you locked it. Could you pass me what I placed inside? Is it still wrapped?

It is. Here. Lovely. Now, I have to confess, I wasn't entirely confident my companion Marianna here wouldn't be questioned at customs, but it seems we got lucky. I had to lock the thing, of course, as it's a rather distressing souvenir. Sherlock, what... That trip to the temple was rather treacherous at times, wasn't it, gang? Mm. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah, it was. Yeah. Treacherous, but nonetheless illuminating to our case.

I spotted something there by that rather stubborn vine doorway. I quickly put it in Watson's backpack in the hope we'd get out of there in one piece. But not everyone has been able to leave that temple in one piece. Isn't that right, Jonathan? Don't. Dr Watson, could you tell me and the table what this is? Oh my god. Okay, yes, that is a... That's a fibula. A shinbone. A shinbone, yes.

I found it wedged into a men's walking shoe. You look rather pale, Jonathan. I hope you haven't had too much to drink. You may get a hangover. The codeine would come in handy then, I suppose. Or you could always do hair of the dog. Stand up. I have had quite enough of your insults. I'll stand and I'll walk right out of here, young man. Stand up.

And now Mr. Jonathan Small has stood up, I can show another curiosity. I notice, like many intellectuals, you have a penchant for corduroy. Not to my tastes one bit, I must say. The texture alone is absolutely repulsive. However, it has been ever so handy in locating a very dear friend of mine. Oh, and a friend of Archie's too, of course. Doesn't he smell? Archie boy? No!

Look off, off me! Archie, over here. This way, mate. A corduroy is made up of vertical ridges, or wales, which create little gaps that trap a lot of dust and fur and hair. Not to mention that fuzzy surface that generates plenty of static charge, which will attract even more hair, of course.

Hair, in this instance, of a half-Spaniel, half-lurcher. Wait a second now. Named Toby. Great. Ah, Athelny. Fake gun, but real handcuffs, I hope? The real deal, Sherlock. No, wait! Thank you for joining us, Mr Small. So sorry, I can't locate the Surakula yet. Perhaps we'll pop by your house now and... No! ...ask Tonga ourselves. No, no, no, no! Please! You bastard! Feel free to take your leg...

I don't need it anymore. You fucking manipulative bastard! You don't! It's ours! It's ours, you fucking... Wine? God, yeah. Yep. Yep.

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Whoa, jeez, you okay? Yes.

Can you put your seatbelt on, please? Too excited. It's not an excuse. No, it bloody isn't. You're right, John. Why should I put my seatbelt on if we're going to be out any moment? Because it's against the law and I'm a police officer. And what's more, I'm a police officer that's doing you a pretty bloody big favour in bringing you along to this thing. I did crack the case, though. We'll see. Or I'll see. I should put your seatbelt on. Fine.

You don't have to chew gum. She's not going to kiss you tonight. That is not why I have the gum. I have the gum because I chased you around every bloody corner shop in Hounslow. Mm-hmm. I don't believe that for a moment, but okay. To all stationed units in the vicinity, this is DI Gregson reporting a 1035. I want a 1039 on arrival. No, no. What? What's a 1039? 1040, please. Why? Because Mohinder Singh will be in there.

Can we please explain what a bloody 1039 is? Urgent. Lights and sirens on arrival. Finally, thank you. Are you sure, Sherlock? I'm not certain, but it isn't worth the risk. All units, 1040. Set up a perimeter on the north and south exit of Tower Road. Secondary units, move to a second perimeter at house number 16. Nobody goes in or out. Nearly there. Come on, Tonga, come on, please, please.

Lights and sirens coming off. Heading northbound on Tower Road. Number 6, 8, 14, 16. Sherlock! No, Sherlock! Wait! Sherlock! Stop him right now before I do. Sherlock! Sherlock, please. Please stop. This is serious. Follow me, Watson. I'm not following you. I'm chasing you. Right-o. Then chase me. Oh, shut up. Okay. Here. Here.

Here. Get off. What are you doing? Get off, for goodness sake. You're being reckless. I'm entering the property. Get back to Gregson now. No. Sherlock, this isn't about you. Watson. There is a boy in there. There is a boy in there. I know that. And if Sing is in there and we get caught doing this, he's dead. Tonga will be killed. Do you fucking get that?

I'm asking you to trust me. Sherlock, I always trust you. This isn't about trust. Then what is it about? It's a... Procedure? No. Then what? It's about fear, Watson. That's what. It is about fear. I'm not scared. Yes, you are. And that's okay. That's good. Sherlock. Everything that truly matters is terrifying, John. You know that.

Everything. Oh, don't do a big profound speech. I'm not doing a big profound speech. You are. Fine. I won't do a speech. But I refuse to believe that you'd be any less afraid if you were sat in the back of Gregson's car peeking through your fingers. Would you? Well, no. Exactly. We know this case. We know this boy. We know the motivations behind his capturer. We're the best in the business, Watson.

Policing is not a business, it's a public service. For goodness sake. Mass privatisation of the public sector isn't something to be applauded. Shh. Friends are here.

Sorry, what? Friends. Friends? Yes, friends. Oh, Ross and Rachel are going to pop out of that bush, are they? One moment. Are you kidding me? Where are you? I'm in the back garden of number 14, like you said. I said number 16, for goodness sake. You said 14. 16. Read the chat. Read the WhatsApp chat. Listen to me now, I... Oh, wait, yes. Well, that's obviously a typo. We'll climb the fence. Hold on. See you shortly. Um...

I... hallucinating? I don't think so. Here she comes. We did it. How? What is... We got in the other police car, remember? Who's we? Yes. Where is he? He. He is right here. Archie, what in the... What are you doing? He needs to help us. Help us what? Piss on the lawn? Archie boy, that's it. What can you smell? What can you smell?

This is ridiculous. Archie, it is way past your bedtime for a start. Second, you've already been out today. He has something. He does not have anything. He has something. Yeah, he has excess slobber and a flatulence problem. That's what he has. Let him off the lead. He will guide us. Okay. No, don't. This is a dream. This has to be a dream. Wake up, John. Wake up, mate. Here, to the back of the garden. Go on, Archie. Archie, boy, come do this. Wait, where's he taking us?

to one of our hostages. He's leading us... What is it, mate? What have you got? The garage. He's taking us to the garage. Archie, I know it's rabbit shit, but please ignore it for now. We'll circle back and pick it up, all right? Lovely. That's it. Well done. Well done, Archie. Yes. To the garage he goes. And I think we have found our friend. Here. What are you doing with that? Big rock? Oh, I thought I'd take it to that rusty old lock.

I've got unfinished business. Be my guest. It's working. Eyes on the house, Watson. Yep, all good. No change. Okay, okay. Here we go. Yes! Yes! Oh, victory. Wonderful. And there he is. Who?

Toby! Hey, Toby! Hey boy! Ow, ow, no, no, not the balls! Always with the balls, man, for God's sake! Marianna, Archie and Toby are with Gregson. Great. Is he angry? Apparently he's furious, yes. Great, great. Is this illegal, by the way, what we're doing? Um, somewhat of a grey area, I'd say.

Okey-dokey, right. A judge would look kindly on us should the outcome be a positive one. I mean, yeah, yeah. Did you grab the gun? I was in a bit of a hurry. You didn't grab it? I wasn't thinking and just picked up what was around me. Which was? The chicken knife. The electric chicken knife. I said I wasn't thinking, all right? I hate you. No, you don't. Leg up, please, good doctor.

What is your plan? I didn't have one. Right, what about now? I do have one. What changed? I'll tell you what didn't change. These trousers. Not since we got back. Gross, mate. And in my pocket, the very same hook device I made to get us back into 221B. The case against doing laundry has been proven time and time again, Watson. No, no it hasn't. Time to deploy my device. In silence. With focus.

Detection must be avoided, or we fail at this most crucial juncture. Roger that. No pressure. There's an enormous amount of pressure. I was being sarcastic. I detected a hint. I really did. Ready? Ready. Up we go. Hook device is descending towards handle. You are so proud of that bloody hook. I am, actually.

It's just a hook. Yes, but it has just the right amount of tension to give me the ability to just ease the handle upwards into an unlocked position. Ah, there we go. Hmm. Alarm. Sorry, what? Alarm. A bit more information, please, mate. Um, wait. Chewing gum. I need the chewing gum.

In my front left pocket. Goodness me. These jeans are tight. No, they're not. That's my wallet. Get off. Well, where's the bloody gum? Well, it's not where your hand is currently headed, thank you. The bottom of the wallet. Ah, got it. What are you doing? Chewing. I thought we didn't do that on the mic. Won't be long. OK. Now, to take the foil from the chewing gum packet. Foil.

Foil and chewing gum to prevent an alarm that could potentially get a child killed. Yes, indeed. Can you see why maybe the police are best placed to conduct this raid? OK. Sticking the foil in place of the contact sensor plate. Securing with the gum. Good Lord. Oh my God, are you actually being serious? And letting go. This is mental. Mental or menthol? Both. And not funny, idiot. There we go.

Foil is in place all by itself. Not bad for an idiot. Lounge is clear, nothing in the kitchen. We came through that way. Downstairs, bathroom and dining room both empty. No signs of recent usage. Up the stairs we go, I suppose. Shh. Jesus Christ. That sounds like the top floor to me. Yeah, pretty grand house Jonathan has got here. It's not short on...

Antiques and jewels. Yep, quite the chandelier. Versailles. Hall of Mirrors. I've seen them before. He even has the original rope winch. See there? Sorry, how the hell has he got one of those? I suspect this house is riddled with trinkets. Obtained in a less than appropriate manner. You can say stolen goods. Just say stolen goods. On the chandelier floor I can see...

Two bedrooms on this level and a bathroom. Again, lights are off, so not totally visible. There is a glow coming from the next stairwell. They're on the top floor. What? What is it? Bugger it. What? He's coming. Quick, in here. Jonathan, where are you? Where's he going? Downstairs. He's...

He's seen the police. Should we head up there? That means Tonga is free upstairs. Wait, he's... What's that? What's what? That smell. It's creosote. He's going to burn the place down, Sherlock. I know. Just wait, Watson. Let me think. Holy shit. Lounge. Dining room. They're both alight. We need to save him. Yes. Yes. Just stop thinking for a minute, please, Sherlock. We have to go and get him now.

Get the boy. Go. Oh, come on, Tonga. Come on. Come on. Come on. Tonga. Tonga Bajwa. Please. Who are you? My name is Dr. John Watson. Once of the British Army Royal Northumberland Fusilier Regiment. Now true crime podcaster based in central London. You're taking me.

I don't have much experience in criminology, so this is mostly a record of how I met possibly the most brilliant and bizarre person I have ever and will ever know. It's burning! What's burning, Edmund? Something's on fire! Join me as I document the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. What's a... Oh, bloody hell! Get back, Mohinder! Who are you?

Would you stop throwing antiques at me? Enough! You're going to burn in here with us unless you get out of the way. If I die, the boy dies with me! Well, that's just bloody stupid. Move! Watson, stop. I will kick you down those stairs, you old twat. Where is it? Told you. Well, I didn't see the shotgun, did I? No hint of it.

Jonathan Small is in custody, as is Akbar Dost. The sign of four have been eliminated. No! No! We have to get him out. I can't... I can hardly see. What is Aurora? The fire is climbing the stairs. There is little time. That is ours. And he took it from us. It isn't yours. What do you know? Huh? What do you know? Nothing! Nothing!

Nothing! I know plenty. I know that your lungs are blocked, your eyes are burning, and you were a little too liberal with the creosote. And I know I have a gun. Yes, yes, very impressive. But I've got a 120-watt electric carving knife with 200mm blade and a comfort grip handle. Not so funny when I'm stood next to a winch and you are under its chandelier.

No! No! Nasty way to go. He deserves it. What do we do? We can't go downstairs. It's a bloody inferno. And this... God, this smoke. I think... Is Tonga conscious? Tonga! Tonga! No, he's not. I haven't got long either, mate. Back upstairs. I was just up there to rescue him. I know. Go. Go, go. Go.

It's a bedroom and a bathroom, mate. It's new. What? The window. It's a loft window. It'll take us onto the roof. Come on, come on. Can you reach? There's a stool. I'll get it.

Hey, John. What? This is just like how we first came into the case. What? Remember his bedroom? He was escaping out the loft window. Yeah, you're right. And now, that's his salvation in the house of Jonathan Small. Yeah, very good. Can we get a move on, please? Absolutely. Quick, walk along the terrace, rooftops...

Get a few doors down in case the cops can pull the fire. That's a good idea. Sprinting over rooftops, this is like parkour, this. Could whip out some backflips and stuff. I mean, I won't. I've got an unconscious teenage boy over my shoulder. Okay. Tonga. Tonga, can you hear me? I think we're safe. God, I need to get him some water. She could help. Who?

Look through this roof window. Oh, that's a little girl's bedroom, Sherlock. This sort of thing is frowned upon. Oh, hello. Hi. Sorry we're on your roof. Just an emergency type thing. Do you have any water? This young boy needs it very urgently. Are you Sherlock and John? We are, yeah. Do you listen to the show? Yeah.

This is weird. It is weird. It is, yeah. Nice to meet you. Sophia. Sophia. Can I get a shout-out? Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Could we get some water? If I get you water, will you give me a shout-out? Yes, he'll give you a bloody shout-out. Just get the water. Okay. Hold on. Here. Great. Thank you. Right, there you go, mate. There you go. He's drinking it. He is. He's safe.

He is. He's safe now. Can I have a shout-out? All right, Sophia, I'll give you the fucking shout-out. God's sake, can I get a second? MUSIC

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