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- Five seconds. -Understood.
thrown Bomb.
THE ONE what is that there below?
to Miscarry! To miscarry!
Shit!
My God!
You think the body that they found can it be of one of the missing persons?
Lonny Ashgrove, ownership of drugs, 3 robbery accusations the armed hand.
I tracked him/it until that Reservation two years ago, then he disappeared.
I managed to do one he/she lists of their accomplices.
We will get his DNA.
Those swamps conserve the body of a way that would not believe.
If he/she doesn't care, I prefer that Taylor takes care of that.
My plate is already well full in the moment.
He is not the dear right for that, Flying Boy.
I have a specialist in swamps coming to help you.
Besides, we have that to solve that fast.
The situation is critical there with the whole throw of the ownership of the earth.
Council doesn't want to hold that for more time.
That native group should vote for in the week that it comes, for selling the sacred swamp.
-Conk? -I am hearing you.
You go there tomorrow together with the specialist of the city.
it is the singular natural acidity of a well swamp...
that preserves bodies humans for hundreds of years.
A dating for carbon the he/she puts in the Age of the Iron, 210 A.C.
For the state of the hands, we can say that he/she was not a worker,
but a soft subject, maybe a clergyman?
Detectives. It is like this that the Dr. Hajmar of Denmark in the fire.
Look at yours peaceful complexion.
They are sleeping beauties.
The swamps can have qualities that the scientists ignored.
Many old tribes they made sacrifices to them...
to appease their God.
And some tribes believe that their swamps...
they have special powers of cure.
That is part of the my last work.
The mythologies of cure of the lands marshy of the native Americans.
Thank you.
I'm not gonna smile
all the shit that's happened i gonna take the while
I don't want to be your friend
Just take off your clothes and get into my bed
-Hello. -Hi, it is Den,
-you disappeared after the concert. -I had alimentary intoxication.
what is happening, done want? You should have called.
Excuse.
Like you it is? You seem to be always feeling pain.
I am well.
The students are complaining that you have been lacking a lot of classes.
I Tried to call yesterday during at night, I have innovations.
On the something?
I spoke to the sergeant in Port Auburn, they found a body in the swamp Achinikey.
They need you there immediately.
-The assumption swamp that cures? -The swamp of the miraculous cures.
It can call as soon as does he/she have more information?
I Already reserved you one train passage, girl.
-Thank you for calling. -Good luck, Catherine.
Good-bye.
I cannot force him/it the if to turn the legal guardian.
But I think would be better for all.
Decisions need to be taken here.
It was of that that I was afraid.
We needed of an answer soon.
I don't think she goes, some day, to recover the conscience,
or to have another moment of lucidity.
She is suffering a lot.
There is nothing else that can do.
I feel a lot, Conk.
I hate to have to put him/it in that situation.
I came to catch a specialist in swamps. It cannot be him.
I am "him."
-Detective Adams. -Catherine Nyland.
He/she waited for somebody with more field experience.
I already worked in several cases of homicide.
I must have seen more corpses than you.
Could not he/she smoke?
He/she doesn't trust me. Everything well.
How was that speech?
"One needs of somebody on whom trusts..."
-"Do trust you even?" -"Trust you even." It is.
Finally they arrived.
Official Hayward. You he/she should be detective Adams.
-Hi. -Catherine Nyland.
That personal one is afflicted to confirm that is Lonny Ashgrove that is there.
I don't want to be simple young lady,
but you know that that is one homicide investigation?
She already turned the whole world, official.
He/she saw more corpses of the that both of us together.
She is here to guarantee that not we will destroy any evidence.
The desenvolvedores agreed to with that body when...
they were making a study preliminary for the copper mine.
They cut his arm out with the digger.
He/she was deteriorated half and... a shit, finally.
They didn't find the hand, however.
I don't think is Lonny Ashgrove.
He/she didn't see anything still.
That body is much more old than that.
How does he/she know?
It is very obvious.
We will see.
But finally, we will dig that body for out of here and to put him/it in the ice.
But they are careful!
I already saw many discovered they be polluted for policemen...
that dug a lot close to the body.
It is necessary to leave one layer of mud in turn of him.
Who are you?
I will need to finish that soon early in the morning.
Thank you. Will he/she return for city? I thought will be here also.
No. I have to see somebody.
It is our politics here in the Sacred Heart.
The last alone paragraph...
he/she confirms that the guardian legal he/she has the last word.
- Thank you priest. -Take care.
Conk, Conk!
Is he/she well?
We will talk there inside.
God!
What does he/she/you worry you, detective?
We already waited too much. We will remove him/it of here.
Beauty. We will be a hit.
You are horrible.
Good morning.
Good afternoon.
We waited for two hours.
Which is his/her problem?
I will wait in the car.
He is beautiful!
That body is not beautiful.
It is not Lonny Ashgrove, but it seems that was murdered.
I will prepare samples for tests for radio-carbon and C-14.
But my hunch is that him he/she was there for about 200 years.
I think I don't need to work more in that case.
I need help policeman to continue.
I have to do one he/she would beat of tests.
It is still an investigation of murder.
I need to know of everything. Who he is, which he did.
Like him he/she died. Even same who he loved.
Who did he love?
Is it like this that earns a living?
Archeology is more love than excavation.
It is on trying to know the one that the people were.
Because they changed...
What was hiding...
Everybody hides some thing, right?
It is on truth, and all the ugliness and beauty that there is in her.
And in the process you bring somebody of turn to the life.
That is a nonsense so big...
How many times you did he/she give that speech?
He/she has some alive people that I need to see.
Inform me when resurrecting.
Don't worry, it is still one murder investigation.
Does he/she still want to die?
Move the eyes if it is that that wants.
God. Feel a sign.
He/she causes of the death. Cut in the throat.
Polluted wound and deteriorated.
Particles in the wound.
He/she is not clear if the contamination he/she happened during the excavation...
of this morning, the one which I was not present.
Who did put an end to his/her life?
I cannot make that.
I feel a lot.
Good work.
Why dark glasses?
Is a vampira or something similar?
Does that mean that will help?
They found that knife.
Does he/she arm of the crime?
Maybe.
We will never be sure because the wound was contaminated.
It contains ceramic particles.
I have to do several tests.
Does he/she want ride?
Clear.
His/her dental x-ray suggests that his/her diet was basically of meat.
His/her musculature confirms that him it was a very strong hunter-warrior.
The digestive channel was completely emptiness.
And that is uncommon, the less that was fasting,
what was necessary in the "he/she looks for for the vision" of the native ones.
I need to speak with the native older on the ritual of cure of that swamp.
I think can have a connection.
Well, the face to speak, Harold Jawbone, is an old crazy hermit.
Jawbone... It is not the name of one old outlaw of those roundness?
Of the half of the years 1800, do I think was it what read?
Carl Jawbone, the infamous Red Wind.
He/she knows because they call him/it of Red Wind?
Because he killed a lot of people and...
What does the one know happened with him?
It depends for who asks.
I heard the most common noise.
The Indians say that was a hero fabled that slaughtered many white
for the whole country and then it disappeared in the wind, or something like that.
I would say that he was one I murder in cold blood,
a sought outlaw that they drove away.
That old Indian of which I spoke to you.
What can us to help with the ritual?
He lives inside of the swamp, in those stops, then...
Is he still there?
We can discover in the morning if he/she wants.
Thank you.
It is my work.
I see you tomorrow.
Don't forget his/her map.
Hi, my name is...
I informed you.
Police, open!
-Detective Adams. -Here you are not anybody.
We found a body murdered in his/her swamp...
and we needed to do some questions.
He/she could arrive here out, please?
I didn't kill anybody.
We know about that. We needed his/her help.
I won't leave of here... and also I won't help government none,
especially the policemen.
I am a scientist.
He/she doesn't mean a lot for here.
The earth... it is ours he/she structures, our "being"...
We are trying to discover that body he/she has to do something with a cure ritual.
What was that? He resisted the that I spoke.
He/she reacted yes.
Eric said that you wanted information on the old Red Wind.
Actually I was of exit.
I have to look for Catherine.
He/she looks, I made to order them an old poster of having "Sought" for his/her printer today.
If he/she wants to see the tombamento of them personally,
he/she should check the place of funerals Xama of them in that island,
it is incredible. He/she has bodies that are there more or less since 1700.
-I will check the place of funerals of them. -For what the hurry, Flying Boy?
What is rolling among you and that girl?
Anything.
Serious?
What does that mean?
I don't know. He/she can have been used in the ritual.
He/she was not right if you he/she would go back to help me.
Does he/she never give up, it is not?
Does it think he/she knows me now?
I know that is hiding something of the world.
All are not?
Follow me.
I have to return to the laboratory.
He/she could make to arrive you more close to understanding
that cure ritual that you are seeking.
For any that is the reason.
That swamp is so beautiful.
I don't believe that the group he/she will sell him/it in 3 days.
Nobody has faith in anything else.
But if they had proofs that the swamp was sacred,
that he even can cure...
-Do you think they would not sell? -Of course no.
He/she could have a more way easy to save the swamp.
-How? -We will see.
TUMBLED PLACE PLACE OF OLD INDIGENOUS FUNERALS
If that body is so old as I think is,
the swamp could be declared a Tombamento.
Do you think that will make Harold to speak?
If that doesn't do, anything he will do.
Thank you, detective.
I can call myself of Conk.
That name type is "Conk", after all?
Only the name that my mother gave me.
Somebody beat in the head of her in the hospital?
It is a beautiful name.
The ceramic of the wound in the throat it is the same ceramic of the bowl.
$500 OF REWARD - CARL JAWBONE KNOWN AS RED "WIND"
My sergeant says that one of the reports he/she alleges that Red Wind was seen...
riding in Minessotta with a woman.
They pursued him/it of turn here, where he disappeared.
There was a woman in his life.
He/she looks at that. A woman should have tied that knot in his hair.
But it cannot be that.
-A woman? -He/she makes sense.
The murderer only his/her vulgarity he/she keeps like this for a woman.
But his death has that to be connected to the ritual.
Let to take her/it to me of turn to the Motel.
You seem tired.
Conk said that you were here. I am it Dr. James.
-Hello. -Catherine.
The report of the dating for the body of the swamp has just arrived.
Thank you.
The acidity of the swamp owes to have changed along the years.
-The body is not old enough. -The what for?
To do a Tombamento of the swamp.
At least it confirms that is the Red Wind.
I think would owe to speak with Conk.
He should be in the second floor. Room 217.
-Why? -It is where his mother is.
Kill me.
Stop with the pain.
She was speaking and then she stopped.
What did she say?
She told "me maté tea" and he/she said that was feeling pain.
I think I owed to end with her life.
Everything that I know is... the one that I heard to speak to her.
The people thought Red wind was a hero.
He knew the truth.
Because he was there.
With their own hands.
To kill people. That that killed him/it was.
He should be happy for dying.
I struggled in Bosnia.
I returned and the people looked for me of a different way.
They called me of "Boy Flying" and they praised me.
I didn't kill Milosevic.
And I didn't just kill soldiers.
I killed innocent people.
I only pressed a button.
I cannot kill plus nobody, but...
it is that that her he/she wants me to do.
Why you not did it tell me anything of that?
That coming of the woman that is hiding a...
dependence of drugs or something like that?
I have a type rare of headache.
Therefore the glasses of sun and everything more?
A drug of headache?
That could kill myself.
The one that you think will happen with my mother, if I pull the socket?
He/she doesn't import him/it that me leaning.
I only want to know that a person that thinks...
to have my ear mother to say that wanted to die...
he/she believes that will happen with her soul?
What does want me to say?
The truth.
You don't know shit none on life and death.
I feel a lot for his/her mother.
I feel a lot.
I feel for his/her pain.
I imagine if the current of that spring...
he/she changed the body of the Wind Red in the course of time.
Maybe it is for that that his hand disintegrated.
We should date more close to the bridge.
There is how long do you have that disease?
From child.
It was always bad, but now it is worse.
I feel pain constantly, even without having an attack.
And the one that their relatives and do friends find of that?
I had adoptive parents, then...
Most of the people nor he/she knows about anything.
It seems a stupid thing of doing, for such a smart and beautiful woman.
Why to maintain that in secret?
I don't know.
Maybe I am afraid.
Once my mother told me...
that the skies gave us the friendship for that can open our hearts...
and to get rid of the secrets that weigh on us.
I liked that.
Did he kill himself then even?
I know that his death is linked to that cure ritual.
He got ready for that.
We needed to speak with Harold.
No there is more nobody that can to translate that ceramic for us?
No that I know.
Just lie for him and say that the body is older than the treaty.
I was wrong on the date of the body.
I thought that he would be older that Alexandre's Treaty,
because like this the swamp was able to a Tombamento to be declared.
But, he is Carl Jawbone. Red wind. His/her tataravô.
And, I think he can to have if killed by some...
He was a hero. Final point.
I could find a probable cause to search his/her house if I wanted.
Do let us say, narcotics, maybe?
Then if you don't want to speak, I go to need that comes until the police station.
Leave him/it alone.
It belongs to him the decision of to trust me or not.
Why is he being so stubborn?
We will return to the laboratory. Only the one that we can do is to continue seeking.
How do you make that?
The something?
I sometimes want just to forget of everything and only to breathe with peace and peacefulness.
How do you extravasate?
I know there...
I run.
I go to the church, but I never again went...
from the accident of my mother's car.
Then we go!
I won't enter but...
THE love doesn't get happy with the sins of the other ones, but he/she gets happy with the truth.
it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to wait and to support.
it is what goes.
THE love never finishes.
In "Romans, 12-1", Paulo says:
I Ask you, because, siblings, for the compassion of God,
that present your bodies in alive sacrifice,
saint and pleasant to God.
That is your spiritual cult.
AND no thirsts conformed with this world,
but thirst transformed by the renewal of your understanding.
we Pray for a member of our congregation,
Sra. Florence Adams.
Because his/her life is in the hands of God,
not in the hands of the humans of the Earth.
we will do now a moment of silence.
Conk, I find that I have to leave.
I think is the incense.
Why did you come here then?
I came for you.
Let us go.
Catherine?
Shit.
What was Catherine?
Ready.
I diffused you.
-Just lie down and relax. -Whisper... everything is so loud...
Is it of that what you need?
How much?
Everything.
He/she had never left nobody to do that before for me.
When do I say "when", right?
When.
Will that stop the crisis?
Temporarily.
What is that?
He/she marks by birth.
I speak serious.
A drill.
Very funny.
The trepanaçao is the surgical procedure older than the Man knows.
Perforation of the cerebral fabric.
I never thought that headaches they could be that bad.
She forces you to do things.
He/she makes you to submit and to pray for any thing that makes to stop her.
For who you do pray?
I only pray so that it stops...
or for me to die.
The doctor you let to come here?
What did you say to her?
I lied for her.
On everything.
The things were so bad that... that I am here on top.
And don't you have another needle?
-I will take you for hospital. -Me light home of Harold.
The something?
I tired of needles and hospitals.
It is for that that I came for here.
You do find that can that ritual help you?
I already tried the whole rest.
She is sick. We needed to enter.
Take her/it for hospital.
We don't have time. Move!
She is taking a risk the life for to save his/her damned swamp...
before Friday and you don't want to help.
I don't want him to see me like this.
Everything is well.
Leave me alone.
Does he/she have something what I can do?
Shoot in me or it is ordered!
What do you see?
Some thing happens with my imagination.
I see the world of the way that he was or...
it could be.
I see people as other people.
I am not me same.
As a dream vision.
Open up for him.
The one that you know on our cure ritual?
I know that Red Wind fasted,
to reach a state high of conscience.
He/she involved water, to submerge in the water.
You already know two of the five elements.
The third party:
to be cured, you he/she should die and to be reborn.
A warlike youth it was immersed under the water.
Until that he looked in the eyes of the Death.
Moments before to reach the road of the souls,
he was pulled of turn to the surface.
But the Red Wind died.
And the last two elements?
You already found the room element. He/she doesn't just know about that.
Try to sleep one little now, right?
I need to see her.
Thank you.
Are you well?
Yes.
Me...
I did...
Thank you very much.
Is the love the fourth element?
It is.
That bowl that I found. Was part of the ritual?
It was.
I need to know why Red wind killed himself.
If I tell you, me I will feel responsible.
For the what?
Red wind was a hero.
It is written: "Sacrifice for love."
What does that mean?
It is the final element, in the road for that wonderful place.
It was necessary plus some thing?
The sacred receptacle.
He was blessed by the Xama, as well as the ritual.
Then first, you have to reach an elevated state of conscience.
As their headaches.
What is easy of to induce with a cigarette...
It is then...
It is then they were maintained under the water, for a dear person,
until "the doors of the death" and steep of turn to the life.
It is then they were cured.
Except for a final demand.
That is everything that I can tell you.
I think we will never know the element final, before the voting tomorrow.
Do you want to enter?
What would you be made the pain ended?
Everything that not I can do now.
To drink red wine,
to eat chocolate,
go dance in a filled with smoke bar.
To feel the energy of the crowd.
I would have children.
He/she is not able to now?
As I could work and to take care of a child?
I know what has to be done.
The something?
Offer for the ritual.
I need to know that that means.
You will have to trust me.
If I die...
I love you.
Shit! Shit!
Be with me.
We go, be with me.
Drug!
I feel a lot, Catherine.
Translation of the audio and revision: NaNNa, JohnnyRio and Elendil
Sincronia: Aufranc
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