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I need to find John.
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What were you thinking, John?
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-Jack Leave him alone. -No, Jack don't leave him alone.
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Shut it, Sawyer. If Ana hadn't lifted your gun...
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Well, ain't that swell.Gimpy McCrutch over here
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covers up that the Artist Formerly Known As Henry Gale
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tried to strangle your little amiga
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and suddenly it's on me when she goes vigilante.
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How about you go back to the beach?
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Hey enough. Both of you.
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Michael. Hey.
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He shot me.