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I need forgiveness, Father.
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Son, you don't look well.
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Sit down and relax,
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and we'll talk it over, hm?
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Give me Last Rites
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or I send all three of us to the afterlife.
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We're splitting up into a quadrant search.
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We're working our way back to the last place Cruz was seen.
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Jules, give me something good.
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We found the baby.
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One second he's asking for forgiveness,
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the next, he's pulling a gun.