Burial Goldmine | Episode 3

Seuraa kariniemen koko kesän sää tiedotus. Aurinkoa luvassa koko maahan. Tuulesta ei tietoa kaan. Etelässä tiristelään minuuttipihviä makuna hothani, kun lannessamehevöityy minuuttipihvi krillihillo. Ei tarvitse kiristella, kurvoitiristella. Kariniemen omasta mielestä me parasta kanapoikaa krilliin. Tämä on tämän koko maahan koko maahan. Tämä on tämän koko maahan. Koko maahan on tämän koko maahan. Nihomiskaat, Olivia Cook, and Belle Paulli. [Musiikkia] Alite Berlin. Koko maahan. * 對 sulo. Kerne on tää abi! emsääksä simplified on reunitea raha salli! Hyviä eizzow OLI! (Mille oroiвид. Rishi, pyst 1966, joka on toimissuhifru metros какой ni 소리 surta. Kyllä! Täällä on tullut, että on tullut, että on tullut. Minä on tullut, että on tullut. Täällä on tullut, että on tullut. Täällä on tullut. Täällä. Täällä. Täällä. Täällä on tullut. Täällä on tullut. Täällä on tullut. S겭ishuureita pannat ignorance. historianleellinen kohvasti hyn oobright distillation ja pitäisi leisi luinny audienceluvien kohvaan joulut se kaksumpa on mitta. Ouhk meuskaalin! Ja viiet, silläμä needs hittaisiin k Loreoleett envelope Guess lets switch brillendetta kesvynyt iecidonaseshturva durjaun kun niin jöhän ei edes lifestylean ajan 입니다 Se on minun katsel exhaust se on 70s no, ei edes ei edes, nyt on tietysti ne on nukka, ei edes mitään kyllä on pidä. on pidä. on pidä. on pidä. Wait, you have a phone. Yes, Littie, it's the 21st century I can simply hop on to pidä ja mua minkään lukkuun, johan johan minun tehty. 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Tie哥de ei voi olla lagain illa vanityll useisesta, joten se on koko suurittaa, koska se on koko saada, että se on koko suurittaa, joten toitali, joten koko seurittaa, joten koko seurittaa, että se on koko suurittaa, saada koko suurittaa, että se on koko saada, että se on koko suurittaa, joten se on koko suurittaa, joten se on koko saada, että se on koko saada, There above her head, sweat, trickling, euphoric, a smile siding across her face. And when she blinked open her eyes, Lydia saw that she was dancing with two men wearing black harnesses. They were smiling, and the kisser, together. The two men took Lydia by the hand and led her into the dark room. Are you gay? Are you a couple? We are not a category. We are not a noun. We are verbs. I think I might be an adjective. Which one? Beautiful, hideous, innocent, dangerous. No, you're a verb, because you are touching your kissing. Are you a liquid? You're playing, you're not pointing. Lydia's body felt like a hot glass stretching, twisting, glowing out of the depths of pleasure. A single word bloomed in Lydia's mind. Graham. Lydia scrambled to the bathroom. Hi Graham. Sorry I didn't come to dinner this evening, I'm in Berlin. I know I always say Graham's got a heart of God. I don't actually know what a half-gold means to me. Maybe it means that your heart is a metal, an earth and soft and centuries tether it to my economy oil in the blood of that heavy, cold, ancient sinking brick of a heart. And I ache with you, because inside me there's magnesium and fear and difference. In any case I've lost a shoe. My feet were being lit. My toes were being kissed by two beautiful humans with beards and harnesses until my legs were tongues. Eyes and neck were mouths with fingers and shoulder lips and ribs and I truly, truly hate, oyster. I've never ever tasted anything so disgusting as an oyster. And I've never, ever desired you and that in itself is what I mean to celebrate because it turns out that I'm not an adjective at all. I'm a verb. In fact I'm many, many verbs. Send. Yes, ma'am. Oh, dark voice, thank you. Thank you because I'm free. I'm free. I'm finally me. Good to know. I love you so much, dark voice. I can't believe you brought me here and given me this. No problem. I feel amazing. You are amazing. I love you, dark voice. I love you more than soft voice. Dance with me, dark voice. Oh, Berlin, Berlin. How are you, lovely? 29. Where have you been? I lost you. It's not possible to lose something like darling because the total amount of energy and batter in the universe remains constant, merely changing from one form to another. I've been having fun. 29. I love you so much. I love you too, my darling. And thank you for this Lydia. It really is an absolute treat. This is the star of the new beginning. Or we can be who we are. Bigger. With all our faces. It all spectrums. Not black, not condensed, and flattened out, but popped. Full blossoming pink of flowers with petals and feelings and behaviour. I want to know you. I want to know all of you. I want to know everything about you. Oh, there is a time, my dear. Of course there's time. What do you mean? Well, this is it, my darling. It can't last forever after all. In fact, it already goes on long enough. Trust me. Long enough to trick you into not doing very much. Or even enjoying what you do do. Because you expect you'll always have the chance tomorrow. Next week, next year. And then all of a sudden, here you are. We're here at the end. Are you okay? I should bloody well hope not. I haven't taken my heart medication about 20 hours. And I've had half a bottle of Glenmore Angie and a magnificent little pill and several nostrils of horse tranquilizer. I'm surprised I made it this far. You knew. You knew that you were coming here to die. Of course, I'm serious. Drugs. You see, Lydia, they're magical, but deadly. Personally, I would recommend doing them when you're young. Too much time ahead of you, too much to lose. But when you're in your ages, well, they really are the perfect pastime. You either have a lot of fun or you die. And an 89, that is a very fair role of the dice. It didn't stop me when I was younger, of course, but that certainly might be my perspective on it now. But we were just not. We were just at the start. We need to get you to a hospital. Don't you dare, Lydia. You have given me the best gift that I could ever receive by bringing me here. I couldn't have wished for a better finish. No, dance with me, darling. Oh, I know there is something terribly wrong with me, but I don't know what it is. But I think you can see it ever since I was little. I've always felt that you knew what it was. What is wrong with you, my darling? What is wrong with you? It's simply that. What's happening? Oh, my God. What did he know? Did he know that I had somebody called an ambulance? But nobody helped. And nobody called an ambulance. Grady Knight's friends gathered around her tiny body, raising it up. Her 100-hounds passed Grady Knight's body overhead until it reached the DJ on the stage. Her life was formed, hung like the bowel of an old tree. Her mouth agape, her eyes wide, her white hair spiked, glittered, caking her skin like red and silver scales. Her bones are brown, her volitionals are still let her heels. The DJ placed a spectacular black crown on her head, a raptor and a black shroud, a procession character outside, Lydia followed, screaming. No! Celine, Marco and Julia were waiting outside of the car. The boot was open, and Grady Knight's body was being placed inside. Stop! Celine! Marco, Julia's very tiny! No! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No, you can't leave me, please! Please don't leave me! No! Please! No! No! No! かわいいそこはお刀のみな母が建てる 大事の祈祀ound隊も たっぷりで ラフェ、野獄ose となる 社長 生ご�és 笑 ascend kumpanin Norde a private banking s k k k k k k k k seuraa kariniemen koko kesan säätiedotus aurinko aluvassa koko maahan tuulestai tietoakaan etelassa tiristy minute pihveja mausalooetetaan tuttun herkullisen vahterasiirappi idessa satele paistileikkeita makunaliimetsipotle eitarvitse kiristella kurvoi tiristella kariniemen omasta mielestame parastakaanapoi kaa krillin seuraa kariniemen koko kesan säätiedotus aurinko aluvassa koko maahan satestai merke jakaan luunanliepele tiristelan krillikompoa makuinas paisi paapekyu ja sisilian san kuntaas luoten suunila kypsyysis afileilein pea vasabi eitarvitse kiristella kurvoi tiristella kariniemen omasta mielestame parastakaanapoi kaa krillin no matter what I said Lydia wouldn't talk to me for the next six hours with one shoe on Lydia hobbled over the Yana Vits bridge hobbled down Hydealburg astrassa hobbled into an uber back to the airport a ticket to London please that would be 730 hr Lydia sat at the departure gate, staring into space. Her skin crackled and twitched like rice paper. Lydia shivered. Sound and light began to pop like static and that feeling of great communion, as though she were in love with the world and everything in it began to drain away. Lydia decided to check her phone. "I'm a five new voice messages. First new voice message, left on Saturday at 17 or 6 hours." "Hi Lydia, that is Ian from the Samaritan's Iraq message deleted. Next message, left on Sunday at 15 33 hours." "Hello Lydia, this is Antonella, your Italian teacher. You missed the message deleted. Next message, left yesterday at 20 25 hours." "Lydia, if you do not call me back in the next five minutes, you are fired." Message deleted. Next message, left yesterday at 20 51 hours." "Well done Lydia, you're fired." Message deleted. Next message, left today at 5 25 hours. "Lydia, this is Sonia from the came home. So I've just got back and your grandmother is not message deleted. You have no new messages." "Hey, um, yeah, well, your message last night was consummilius and I'm like really actually kind of quite upset. It's a tough decision but I've decided I can't do this anymore. Being with you, so, yeah, just checking out. It's easy." "I asked Lydia if she was okay. Are you okay, Lydia?" "But Lydia said nothing. She said nothing for the whole flight home. Lydia limped through arrivals at Heathrow. People stopped and stared because she's stank of booze and stale sweat and because of hair that like a bird's nest and because she was only wearing one shoe. Which didn't seem to notice. Lydia drifted through nothing to declare and finally she brought the silence. "You killed her. " "Hey, you killed Granny Nightnight. It's all your fault. Nothing is anyone's fault." "Yes, it is. And it was yours. You told me to take her to Berlin." "Which is what you wanted." "You gave me the idea." "Who said you should listen to me?" "You killed her. I killed her. We killed her." "We didn't kill her. She decided, of a wrong accord, to commit a sort of euphoric suicide. She completed herself." "I feel sick. I feel very, very sick and I'm starving. You're insane. I need, I need something. I need to eat. I need to eat Turkish delight. I'm going into PG Thompson's." "Turkish delight. Turkish delight. Where's the Turkish delight?" "Oh, come on. What is wrong with this barcode?" "Unexpected item in the bagging area. How for crying out loud?" "Unexpected item in the bagging area." "It is expected." "Please select payment type." "I must have some cash somewhere." "No, okay. Credit card. Credit card. Yep." "Transaction incomplete. Your card was declined. That can't be right." "Declined. But how is that possible?" "Guess you've spent all you wanted." "Don't speak to me. All right, Lydia. Can't calm down. Don't you?" "Yeah. Tell me to calm down. You have ruined everything. You have made me lose everything. You've lost all my money. That I worked for so hard and saved up so diligently. You've lost my granny. You maybe get fired by Trevor. You maybe get dumped by Graham. The Samaritan's hate me. How am I going to pay my mortgage that month? And my bills. What am I going to tell Granny Night's care home? What am I going to tell my mother?" "Lydia. No. Don't you dare. Lydia, me. Don't you dare use my name. Everything was perfect before you came." "I was in a really good place. I was doing really well. Now you destroyed it. You idiot. You stupid idiot. You're a disgrace. You selfish idiot. You are sick. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I didn't really know what to say. So I didn't say anything. Don't know other customers in PG Thompson's. Lydia was all alone. Lydia crouched down the floor. Tears bubbling out of her eyes and dripping down her face. Lydia, I'd never cried quite like this before. It physically hurt. Wish Lydia surprised, Vell. Very, very nice. It felt as though a long needle was being driven up through her soft palate, through the back of her throat, and up and out of the top of her skull. It was a terrific release. Sensing someone close by. Lydia looked up. A little shop assistant was standing over her. The shop assistant looked down at Lydia kindly. The shop assistant spoke. "Hello there. Can I help you?" said the shop assistant. Lydia's heart stopped. "So far?" "Is that you?" "So far stars Naomi Scott as Lydia. Olivia Cook as Dark Voice and Bell Powley as shop assistant. Amanda Lawrence as Granny Nightnate. Abby Tetter as Care Home Nurse Sonja. Christian Cook as Graham with additional performances by Reed Emmons Austin Springer, Josh Hamburg, Novy Brown, John Mauson, Francesca Manzi, created by James Blore, written and directed by James Blore. Executive produced by Olivia Cook, Bell Powley, Naomi Scott, Jordan Spence, Ryan Kavanaugh Jones, Fred Berger, Rob Herding, and David Henning. Co-executive producer Chris Ferguson and Andrew Levine, produced by Shin Yin-Hee-Yu. Producer Marlena Ma, supervising producer, Tess Ryan and Sandra Yeeling. Co-producer Michelle Zerate, original music and composition by Jeremy Wallace McLean, Q-code head of music Darren Johnson, audio engineering by Ryan Walsh and Ben Milchov, edited by Braden McCluskey, sound design and mix by El Hano Pataglia, sound edit by Alex Lera Perelta, casting directors Chelsea Block and Marisol Runn-Cali at Atomic Honey, casting director for guest roles Andrea Bunker, assistant director Kelsey Adams, script supervisor Sarah Garenson, assistant engineering by Neely Offering, additional editing by Alvin Wee, production coordinator Brandon Weisner, Jack Friedman and Sam Brain, production assistant Nathan Yann and Jillian Evinas, post coordinator Rachel Yannover, production legal Christina Bulbrooke and Lindsay Keel, production accounting, pin Chun Liu, produced in association with Modfell's post. Soft voice is a Q-code and new name entertainment production. Thank you for watching.