Invincible
Season 4 – Episode 4
Episode title: Hurm
Original release date: March 18, 2026
Episode plot: Mark confesses his actions to Art, who comforts him and gives him his old suit back. Eve calls Mark to stop Ka-Hor, but Damien Darkblood, attempting to reclaim Hell from Volcanikka, uses Nolan’s blood in an attempt to summon him to Hell and accidentally summons Mark instead, allowing Ka-Hor to escape with a host. Darkblood explains that Volcanikka plans to release the Vile to conquer Earth. Mark and Darkblood recover Satan’s Molten Crown from Cerberus, restoring Satan’s power and reviving Darkblood’s family. They confront Volcanikka, who defeats Satan, but Mark overpowers her and forces her to retreat. Satan keeps the Vile imprisoned and sends Mark and Darkblood back to Earth’s surface. Eve tells William about her pregnancy, while Debbie plans to move in with Paul. As Eve prepares to tell Mark about the pregnancy, Nolan and Allen arrive. Meanwhile, Satan secretly orders Darkblood to investigate Volcanikka’s motives and considers going to the surface.
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Transcript
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Sir, who the hell–
[Cecil] Damien Darkblood.
Demon detective.
[Damien] Say I’d see you in hell.
There’s a worse place waiting for you.
Have means to restore you.
Surface-dweller of great power.
Bow to Ka-Hor!
You’re both female?
[Mark] To stop the sequids, I had to stop Rus.
Where are you going?
[Nolan] To get my son.
I sell my place. You sell yours. Sleep on it.
[Eve] My powers. They’re not just messing up anymore.
You do not mess with my family!
Stop. Please.
Everything all right?
Ah. Just let yourself in, why don’t you?
What’s going on, kid?
[somber music playing]
Art, I… I did something terrible.
Okay…
I just– I didn’t have a choice, or at least, I don’t think I did. But I-I don’t know if that matters.
I…
I killed someone.
He was possessed and it was gonna spread, but… he was innocent.
It wasn’t his fault.
Oh, boy. Mark.
That’s not the worst of it.
I almost did it again.
I didn’t even think about it. I just… had my hand around this guy’s throat and I wanted to kill him so badly for putting my brother in danger.
But you didn’t.
Yeah, only because Oliver stopped me.
He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was. He was– he was terrified.
I’m him, Art.
It finally happened.
There’d have to be a lot more death and destruction in your wake to make you like your dad, Mark.
I should give this back to you. I don’t deserve to wear it anymore.
You know who never came in here worried he was making mistakes? Huh?
Exactly.
The fact that it’s eating you alive means you’re not him and you’re never gonna be.
I crossed a line, Art.
If I was possessed and about to hurt a bunch of people, and the only way to stop me was to, you know, I’d be thanking you all the way to the pearly gates.
There’s still a line.
Heh. You think you’ve changed for the worse but I think you’re still that kid who came in here a few years ago wanting to make the world a better place.
It’s just that the world isn’t as cooperative as you figured.
You feel like you can’t wear that costume anymore?
Then don’t.
I can’t turn back time and undo what you did.
But when you’re ready to remember who you were– a kid just trying his best– at the very least, [chuckles] I can make you look the part.
Yeah, I felt like we were gonna need these colors again, so I whipped it up a while back.
Thanks, Art. I really mean that.
But it’s not gonna change how I–
[phone buzzing]
Sorry.
[beeps]
Hey, Eve.
No, it’s fine. I can do a job.
Where?
[distant wailing]
[dramatic music playing]
The Vile will not be set free!
Reign of Under Realm ends now!
[Volcanikka] The flames of this place burn with unrivaled intensity.
And for eons, your flesh has been tempered in the vortex of that fury.
But it is only a whisper of the tempest that rages within me.
Your kind are forged in flame.
My kind is the flame.
Come. Face me once again.
Shred your bodies against the unyielding will of Volcanikka.
Let those who cannot be burned, burn once more.
My smoldering talons will savor the fleeting relief your blood will bring.
[growling]
Should have waited. Tried conjuring spell once more.
You would wait until bitch cracks planet in half.
Never took you for coward, brother.
[growls softly] Either cowardice or wisdom.
Discover which… often too late.
Let us find out together.
[shouting]
[grunting fiercely]
[roaring]
[grunting]
Why can’t you stand aside like the rest of your kind?
Why must you make this so difficult for yourselves?
My Magmanites are infinite.
I have but to exhale my desire to summon more.
The Infernal Throne is mine and to challenge my reign is to welcome your doom!
Meddle in matters you don’t understand!
In the battle of fire against fire, the winner is the one who burns brightest!
Watch. Me. Burn.
[shouting]
[Domina] Have her now!
[roaring]
Fight!
Is that the extent of your power?
Mine rivals the deepest chasms of this realm!
[grunting]
[grunting]
[shouts]
[grunting]
[yells]
[groans]
Hurm…
[shouting]
[screaming]
[shouting]
Damien. Always snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
[groans softly]
Not defeated.
I’m afraid you are.
[sizzling]
[groaning]
[grunts forcefully]
Damien!
[exhales weakly]
Oh, you care for your brother? A pity.
Pity I can only end your life once!
[shouting]
[groans]
Hurt badly?
[Damien] Father did worse in his day.
Seems army not so infinite.
They will soon flood this cavern and reduce you to ashes.
All talk. Pathetic.
You’ll see how I–
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
[Volcanikka shouts]
[laughing]
[gasping]
You think you can– [gurgles]
A minor– [gurgles]
Nothing can–
I…
[grunts forcefully]
[distorted roaring]
[Damien] No…
All talk, huh?
I’ve barely said a word.
[grunting]
[exclaims]
[Damien] Domina.
[groaning]
[groaning continues]
[Damien exclaims]
No…
And then there was one.
Thought we… had chance.
How foolish you were.
Tell him exactly how powerless you are.
I have no desire to crush the Great Beast a third time.
In fact, tell Satan I am the Great Beast now.
He… well, he is nothing.
[laughs]
[gurgling]
Domina… So sorry.
[dark music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[hammer clangs]
[scraping]
[Satan] I am here, Darkblood.
I need not be summoned.
I heard the chaos and thunder of your battle deep in my sanctuary.
I have long been aware of your defeat.
Sorry, Master.
Forces not strong enough. Have… many regrets.
My patience wears thin, Darkblood.
Our situation grows more dire and your plans have only led to failure.
My hunger is already satiated, Darkblood.
These… scraps are beneath me.
Understand situation dire. Still.
Do not have to be so… hateful.
Sorry. Sorry. Yes. I will restore them.
It may take time as my powers are diminished, but it will be done.
Thank you, Great Beast.
I appreciate the loyalty from Clan Darkblood. It is… unfounded in my current state.
You honor me with your perseverance.
Even though you’ve already repaid your betrayal tenfold.
Hurm…
Your sister’s fury is a wonderful thing.
Oh, don’t worry, Domina.
You’ll soon get another chance to restore me to my throne.
[Damien] No.
What did you say?
Futile to try same way again.
Volcanikka may not leave enough left to restore next time.
Try conjuring ritual once more instead.
It has never worked.
Nor has facing her on our own.
Bah. Your ritual is flawed.
No. Not flawed.
Still have blood left from Guardian crime scene.
Was worried before, if widened parameters of spell, what could be brought down.
But desperate now.
[distant wailing]
[gurgling]
[slow, tense music playing]
[exhale echoes]
[squelching]
[crackling]
[squishing]
[hissing]
Dominari homines.
Afferte Ad infernos.
Dominari homines.
Afferte Ad infernos.
Dominari homines.
Afferte Ad infernos.
Dominari homines.
Afferte Ad infernos.
Dominari homines!
Afferte Ad infernos!
[wind howling]
[chains rattling]
[crashing]
[grunts]
[groans]
What was that?
Not Omni-Man.
The son carries his blood.
Hurm.
Damien Darkblood?
Wait, what? Where are we?
Under Realm. Place your kind call… hell.
I’m in hell?
No. No way.
Summoned you. Need your help.
Matter of grave importance.
Yeah, I-I was kind of in the middle of something.
[Riley] Invincible? Invincible?!
What did you do to him?
You think I would banish my only viable host?
I think you were losing.
I am eternal!
But I can no longer bear this prison of a tomb.
Wait, what-what are you doing?
A suitable host has eluded me for too long.
I must… debase myself and settle for a female.
Wait a minute. I thought–
Are you saying that you could have taken a female host at any time and you just chose not to?
Oh, shit.
[roars]
[Riley gasping]
[grunts, gasps]
[gasps loudly]
This… isn’t so bad.
Not bad at all.
Hmm. How did she…?
[scoffs] The male flew her here.
Curses!
Bah! If only this one had the powers of–
[dramatic music playing]
…meet Satan. Satan, meet–
♪ ♪
Whoa, that’s… that’s Satan?
Yes, but–
Okay.
[choking]
No!
Release the Dark Lord!
Uh, wait. You-you didn’t bring me to hell to fight Satan?
No. Allow chance to explain.
Oh. Uh… Sorry. Heh.
[gasps] Please.
Violence like that is merely foreplay for my kind.
Dude. Gross.
Outside. Now.
Whoa. So… hell is actually real?
[Damien] Hell. Demons. Satan.
All of it real.
None of it as you know.
Sit. Please.
Cecil said you came back here after investigating my dad, but I didn’t think he was–
Cecil exorcised me to hide truth about father.
Same way brought you here. Just reverse.
You exorcised me to hell? Jesus…
There is power struggle for control of Under Realm.
Volcanikka, ruler of Magmanites, stole Infernal Throne from Satan.
Commands Under Realm now.
Must defeat her.
What? You expect me to–
Look, I’m not in a good place right now.
And I can’t work for the devil.
Aren’t demons the bad guys? No offense.
Do not let surface-dweller superstitions cloud judgment.
Satan not evil.
Your world not threatened by Satan.
Your world exists because of Satan.
Okay, what?
Surface-dwellers live in sixth age of existence.
Unaware of previous five.
Surely noticed giant monsters, behemoths, that remain?
They’re not a radiation thing?
Are from second age.
And thankfully are lesser creatures than old ones from first age.
Satan and demons are of fifth age.
We do not speak of third age.
Right.
Well, you also left out the fourth.
Was building up to for dramatic purpose.
Fourth age was chaos.
For millions of years, the Vile ruled planet above and below.
They are foul creatures with eternal hunger.
Cannot be killed.
Somehow survived to fifth age.
War between us lasted eons.
Threatened planet with destruction.
Demons drove Vile to here.
Under Realm.
Imprisoned them. Kept them weak with torture.
Many died to make it so.
Without demons’ sacrifice, humans never evolve.
Never grow. No cities.
No language. No you.
Satan led demons against Vile, so others may live in peace.
Your kind owe him everything.
Oh. Um… Thanks, I guess?
Our sacrifice is not entirely altruistic.
Unending torture was already our thing.
Oh– So this place. It’s just… deep inside the Earth?
[Damien] Yes.
[Mark] So if I wanted to leave, I’d just need to… fly up?
[Damien] Mm, most likely would tire before reaching surface. Probably die.
Maybe.
Volcanikka hates humans.
She aims to release all Vile, sending to surface.
Would be end of world.
Many, if not all, would die.
There’s other heroes who can help.
Other heroes not here.
No. No. You don’t understand.
I’m not– I’m the wrong guy for this. Just send me home.
If Volcanikka and Vile not stopped, no home to return to.
I’ll just make things worse.
Already as worse as can get.
Stop– oh, my– Stop just– turning what I say around on me. I’m serious.
Situation also very serious.
[sighs]
Apologies.
Not trying to be insincere.
Just truth. No other options.
[sighs] If I help you, will you send me home?
[Damien] Yes.
I’m not hurting anyone. Okay?
Leave hurting to us.
What do you need me to do?
I will restore Clan Darkblood.
You will retrieve what will restore me.
[Damien] The Vile… Volcanikka and Magmanites drove demons away.
Ended torture.
Vile kept at bay by flames of Under Realm for now, but heal.
Will escape soon.
Threaten all life below and above.
[roaring]
There.
Hurm.
[Mark] Ugh. We’re going down there?
[Damien] Satan’s molten crown.
Forged of pain and source of strength.
Volcanikka cast into bottomless pit.
None in Under Realm with power to retrieve.
Reason for bringing you here.
Was expecting Omni-Man.
Guess your spell couldn’t tell us apart. [scoffs]
My dad’s dead. Or he probably is.
The Viltrumites sentenced him to execution.
Mm. Unsure if should offer condolences or congratulations.
Why’d you think he’d help you anyway? He wasn’t exactly your greatest fan.
Thought could convince.
In self-interest to save planet, even for one like him.
So, how exactly do we get to the bottom of a bottomless pit?
Not actually bottomless. Just very deep.
Well, why didn’t you just climb down and get it?
Not idiots. Creature with great power guards crown below.
Of course. [breathes deeply, groans]
Let’s get it over with.
[cracking]
Whoa. Okay.
Save energy. Allow gravity to help.
Just catch before bottom.
Um, yeah, I mean, it’s not exactly tiring, but sure, we can do that.
Oh. This is easier.
Hey, if there’s a hell, does that mean there’s a heaven, too?
No heaven we know of.
World doesn’t have balance that humans pretend there is.
No one keeping track of good deeds, bad deeds.
Oh.
See this as bad news?
Think other way.
If world ever brought truly to side of good, no need for balance.
Make Earth heaven, instead of imaginary one in sky.
Huh.
Worked with father many times.
Omni-Man never asked questions.
Only hit things.
There is detective in you, Invincible.
[scoffs] Or I’m just going through some stuff and this place is really messing with my– Why–
Why do you keep doing that?
Doing what?
That.
What?
That! The-the helmet thing.
Every time you talk, it peels off your head and then it comes back when you’re done.
Speak more clearly without helmet.
Do you think I can’t hear you when you’re wearing a helmet?
Not important.
Yeah, sure. Okay. But, like… why?
Why what?
Uh, why have the helmet do that at all?
It looks pretty complicated. Why not just add a microphone or something?
Didn’t design it.
Okay, but I mean, whoever did, they must have thought about that, right?
And like, what’s the situation where you have to put your helmet on and off that quickly?
A sneak attack?
My kind armored this way since before time.
Maybe technology just mysterious to you.
And what is that stuff? Like, demon nanites?
And how is that better than a solid helmet?
You can just take those off and, like, hold them if you need to.
Looks cool.
Okay, your whole society is devoted to torturing evil creatures that threaten the Earth and you care about looking cool?
Keeps things interesting.
Okay, man. If you say so.
I-I just don’t get who thinks up a retracting helmet in the first place.
It’s super weird. Like, what was the problem that this was the solution to?
Nearing bottom. Please catch.
Hmm.
All right, yeah, it’s pretty cool.
I don’t see anything.
The crown.
You said there was something guarding this thing?
Cerberus. Once protected entrance to Under Realm.
Failed to stop Volcanikka.
Banished here.
Well, maybe it’s napping. Come on.
Let’s hurry up and… oh.
[roaring]
[both grunt]
You okay?
No…
[growling]
[roaring]
I think I can handle this.
But you, um…
Don’t worry, I’ll catch you again.
What?
[grunting]
[blows landing]
Hurm.
[wind whistling]
Hmm– [cries out]
[straining]
[grunting below]
Invincible?
[grunting continues]
Invincible!
[blows landing]
Invincible!
Got you!
Check it out. It’s not as hot as it looks.
Do not do that again.
[Mark] Honestly, I don’t want to do any of this again.
Ever.
Huh. Hear awful sounds?
No. Should I?
[grumbles] Wailing ceased.
Vile nearly recovered.
Won’t be long now until they escape. Must hurry.
We got your crown.
No!
[straining]
[sighs] Crown fragile.
You said it was forged of pain.
How does that sound fragile?
Gratitude, surface-dweller, for returning what is rightfully mine.
Eons ago, I rose from the blackened ash of the reign of chaos and claimed the Infernal Throne.
I forged this molten crown and imbued it with the souls of the vanquished.
With their power coursing through my vessel, I ruled over an era of peace the Under Realm had never seen.
In the millennia of my rule, nary a tooth was without flesh to gnaw.
Our kind grew fat and satiated.
But also weak.
Torment of the Vile does not prepare one for war.
We must draw upon our memories of old, the tearing of muscle, the shattering of bone, the glory of domination!
We must quake these caverns with our might until our victims beg for mercy through jaws crushed beneath our heels!
[laughing]
[electric guitar solo]
Yeah, baby! Whoo!
I’m looking big. I’m looking mean.
Whoo! I’m looking hot. Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeehaw!
Yeah! I’m back!
My lord.
Uh… I’m not bowing to Satan.
[exhales]
Not as you imagined.
No.
Surface world made hell into bedtime story to keep humans good.
But humans good without.
[sighs] I don’t know…
You do.
I do what?
You know.
Otherwise, why become hero?
Why help others if others not worth helping?
Ah. Speaking about oneself.
I helped you get the crown. Just send me back already.
Path of good difficult.
Sometimes must choose least of two evils.
Demons torture Vile, world safe.
Demons not torture Vile, all die.
No. That’s bullshit.
There’s always another way that doesn’t involve torture. Or killing.
Maybe. Have not found yet and world could not wait.
Hurm.
Need help one more time.
Defeat Volcanikka. Free demons.
Stop Vile.
Please.
It is time, Clan Darkblood.
Where is my sister?
Domina.
[pained groaning]
No. Save strength.
Can’t go to war without me.
Must.
Vile almost restored.
Little time remains.
Then take her.
[dramatic music playing]
No. Belongs to you now.
Not even sure could lift it.
Please. Were strong enough to escape Under Realm.
Strongest among us.
What good is she to me while all blood and bone?
Father wanted you to carry her.
Beastimagoria calls you.
I believe in you, brother.
Kick hideous bitch’s ass.
[growls softly]
[Volcanikka] Your time is near.
You will devour humanity and wipe the surface world clean.
And I and my Magmanites will rule the fiery realm that replaces it.
That’s it. Yes.
Rise.
Rise and take your rightful place in this world.
Take what these demons have denied you for so long.
[Satan] Hey, brimstone breath!
I’ve had as much of your shit as I can take, lady!
Finally ready to die, then?
[roaring]
Uh…
[Damien] Get Satan to Volcanikka!
She falls, they follow!
[exclaims]
[shouting]
[shouts]
Ah. A new plaything to dismember.
I look forward to discovering the taste of your blood.
[yells]
[growls]
I’ll clear a path, then it’s all you guys.
[♪ Slayer plays “Raining Blood”]
[grunts]
[roars]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[growling]
[laughing]
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
♪ Trapped in purgatory ♪
♪ a lifeless object, alive…
[grunting continues]
[yelling]
[exclaims]
[Damien] Is over now. Surrender.
And I thought you were the smart one.
[shouts]
[sizzling]
[muffled groaning]
[shouts]
[grunts]
[laughing]
[muffled screaming]
[shouts]
[grunting]
Only fitting for a family heirloom to end your family.
♪ Your time slips away ♪
[growls, grunts]
[hisses]
No matter.
♪ ♪
[straining] No…
[groans]
♪ Raining blood ♪
♪ from a lacerated sky ♪
♪ bleeding its horror ♪
♪ creating my structure ♪
♪ Now I shall reign in blood ♪
[Volcanikka] Oh, poor Damien.
See, I was playing with you before.
Giving you hope so you would finally bring the Dark Lord to me.
You think I let you and your clan survive simply for fun?
Now I have Satan himself.
This is your last adventure, detective.
Worry not though.
Your deaths will soon be followed by millions more as the Vile purge Earth of all surface-dwellers and prepare it for my rule.
[Mark] I can’t let you do that.
And how do you intend to stop–
[gasps]
[groans]
She was going to kill you.
And then everyone else. E-Even if the Guardians or-or someone managed to stop her, people still would have died.
[Damien] Yes. Thank you.
Invincible!
[growling]
[growls]
Huh. Is there something we can do to stop her from just coming back again?
[exhales] There is no victory here.
You merely delay the inevitable.
[laughing]
I will not forget this, surface-dweller.
[laughing]
[sizzling]
Me neither.
[growling]
Hurm.
Far easier than anticipated.
If she comes back, just summon me again.
At least I didn’t ruin another costume for once.
[growls]
The Vile! They’ve risen!
Stand back! I’ll–
[screeching roar]
All yours.
[grunting]
[bellows]
[hissing]
[sighs] So close.
[panting]
Go. Gather your brethren.
Tell them to resume their torture before the Vile can escape.
Our work must continue if this world is to survive.
[both grunting]
You have my eternal gratitude, Invincible.
You’re far stronger than any human I’ve met.
I’m not completely human.
My father was a Viltrumite– an alien. From another planet.
Aliens from another world.
Who would believe such a thing is possible?
[distant wailing]
[Satan] I forgot how much I love these sounds.
[distant wailing]
Nice work, brother.
All that remains, sending Invincible home.
Not just Invincible.
Repaid your debt and then some.
Don’t belong here, Damien.
Not a bad thing for our kind to have eyes and ears on the surface.
You never know when a seventh age might come along.
Don’t know… what to say.
We owe you a debt, Damien Darkblood.
Do us proud.
I will, my master.
[William] Oh, my God.
It’s gonna be the most gorgeous super-powered superbaby ever.
Congratulations!
[sighs]
Or not?
No, William. This isn’t something I want.
There’s no way that I’m ready to have a… baby.
God.
That’s the first time I’ve said it out loud.
Mm.
I’m here for you. Anything you need.
Thanks.
Have you, uh, told Mark?
Mm-mm. Not yet.
I mean, you probably should, right?
I know. I just… I haven’t found the right time.
So then, obviously you two weren’t–
No. God no. We weren’t trying. I…
It just happened. We were using protection.
Mark is a superhero.
I wonder if that means his, uh, you know, are superstrong, too?
But this isn’t about him right now.
I want to have children at some point.
I think I do, anyway. But… not now.
I’m not ready. At… at least, I don’t think I am.
[William] You sound… unsure.
[Eve] I don’t know. I don’t know.
I love Mark, but… [sighs]
Then talk to him. For the love of God, talk to him instead of me.
Sorry, sorry.
Here for you, babe.
[♪ Bakar sings “Alive!”]
[whooshing]
Ah. Good for you, kid.
♪ Wanna free my mind ♪
♪ Wanna be outside ♪
♪ Wanna be alive ♪
♪ Pray I wake up again, oh ♪
♪ Home, gotta get back home ♪
♪ Home is where I wanna be with you ♪
♪ I know, Lord knows I know ♪
♪ I’d walk through fire to get to you ♪
[Debbie] As I’m sure you’ve noticed,
Paul and I have become very close over the last six months.
[Oliver] We saw you making out!
[Debbie] Oliver. Please.
We’ve been talking a lot and we both want to take our relationship to the next level. So…
We’re going to buy a house together. And sell this one.
[Mark] You’re selling the house?
You can’t sell the house, Mom! Where am I gonna live?
You’ll both live with us.
As long as you want.
I don’t want to live with Paul. He’s boring.
Oliver.
But nice!
But boring.
When is this happening? Did you already list the house?
No. Of course not. I wanted to tell you both first.
[sighs] I can’t believe this right now.
[sighs] I’m sorry.
You should do this if it makes you happy.
Paul’s a great guy and I’m-I’m glad you’re moving forward with him.
Thank you.
I get to pick my new room first!
Mark? Your mom said you were out here.
Hello? Earth to Mark.
Sorry. Just thinking.
Mm. About what?
My mom’s gonna sell the house and move in with Paul.
Oh.
Also, hell is real.
What?
Well, not exactly.
I guess it’s called Under Realm or something.
There’s a Satan, and demons who torture people, but they’re not actually people.
And it’s technically a good thing.
It’s as weird as it sounds.
Are you okay?
I am… not.
I’m not okay.
But maybe I’m getting there.
There’s never going to be a good time for this, but…
Mark?
Holy shit.
[gasps]
[ominous music playing]
[Eve] Oh, my God.
I’m sorry, Mark. There’s no other way. We need you.
The time for war is upon us.
[grunting]
[sinister music playing]
[Satan] Darkblood.
[Damien grunting in pain]
Volcanikka was content to dwell in the bowels of this planet for ages, yet now she wishes to wage war on the surface.
Why?
Thirst for power?
[Satan] There’s more to it than that.
Something the humans are doing has enraged her.
Find out what and report to me.
I feel there may be a need for my scorched flesh to be kissed by the gentle heat of the sun once more.
[straining]
Hurm.
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Was afraid of this.
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[dramatic music playing]
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