Lynn Langermann/Dialogues

• Jesus, Blake, are you really sleeping?
• You should have slept last night.
• You were calling out some other woman's name.
• In your sleep.
• Jessica, I think.
• You know a Jessica?
• Ah. Yeah. I haven't thought about her in ages.
• All the mercury in that woman's blood...
• She had to have spent at least a decade downstream from some pretty heavy industry.
• We should record an intro while we're up here. Production value?
• Can't work my diaphragm with this thing on.
• That was exciting.
• Get as much of the landscape behind me as you can.
• You got me?
• Hummmm. Hummmm.. Red leather yellow leather, red leather yellow leather.
• HAVE A SOO PIE. HAVE A SOO PIE. BRBRBBRBRBRBRBRBR. Okay.
• I'm Lynn Langermann, here for news tomorrow dot net.
• We're flying past the Havasupai Indian Reservation in central Arizona.
• In search of the origins of murder victim Jane Doe.
• I'll say she strangled herself to death?
• We might play this before the doctor interviews. If this falls in the first thirty we need to get the word 'murder' in there.
• We should probably mention the fetus, too, I mean how it just...
• Here, let me try a version that can serve as intro for the whole piece. Tell me when we're good.
• Two weeks ago, a young woman was found wandering, barefoot, pregnant, and alone on a barren stretch of highway a hundred miles from the nearest... Oh.
• Fuck! Blake!
• Oh god. Oh god.
• Please, Blake, I don't want to die!
• Listen to me. Please. We crashed. We...
• Get your fucking hands off me!
• Oh god damnit.
• Oh god, Blake.
• No.
• I don't know. Oh, shit. We have to run.
• Run! Come on!
• Blake! Please!
• Away from here. Anywhere but here.
• Oh god. My stomach...
• It hurts. Something's wrong. Fuck...
• I have to stop. I just... I need... Oh god.
• I thought you were dead.
• When you fell, I thought we were all dead.
• God. I... I can't talk about it.
• Please, Blake. Please don't ask me.
• They're coming.
• I don't know.
• He's insane. They're all fucking insane.
• Please, Blake I just want to get out of here.
• I... I can't. Not now.
• Let's just get away from this place. Please.
• Oh god. Stay back!
• I swear to fucking Christ, the first person who touches me loses their eyes.
• No. No!
• No! Nooo!
• Blake! Bla-
• Blake! Blake, oh my god! Blake, help me!
• It hurts! Oh god!
• Oh, oh.. NO!...
• Oh my god, Blake. You're alive!
• How are you alive?
• Please. I don't want to die here.
• I don't want our baby to die here...ugh!
• What the fuck?
• As far from this place as we can get... Oh...
• Down here. We have to get inside before the baby comes.
• We can't stay out here. Help me down. Please, Blake.
• Aaah, it hurts!
• I need to lie down.
• Okay. Okay. I just... ufff... uuuff...
• Oh fuck! FUCK!
• Oh FUCK!
• Oh Jesus Christ Blake!
• What the fuck... I think something's wrong... Aahh!
• It hurts too much!... I need to lie down!
• Oh, shit, Blake!
• Oh shit. Shit shit shit.
• FUCK YOU! AND FUCK YOUR GOD!
• Blake! A path!
• It's getting worse.
• It's like the whole world burnt.
• Oh, shit, Blake!
• Yeah. She's coming soon... Ugh!
• It's cold.
• Jesus.
• Oh shit. Shit shit shit.
• I can't do this.
• Oh god!
• Something's wrong...
• It feels like something's wrong!
• It hurts too much!
• Oh, fuck! FUCK! ARRGH!
• Oh god. Oh god. It's coming.
• There's nothing there...