Part 2-3
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ME: I dont know. Radio.
LINDA: hy Radiohead?
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LINDA: tt Damon?
ME: Yea.
LINDA: So. A t Damon.
ME: all t, Matt Damon. But, yeah.
LINDA: And whis angel?
ME: hen?
LINDA: Yes, o jumping were you?
ME: O t minute.
LINDA: oanding on the ledge? All of you?
ME: Yeao go over toget of tanding to eac. And o do One, this voice behind us.
LINDA: You must ened out of your s.
ME: Yea fall off.
ME: Yeah.
LINDA: So you all turned around… ME: Yeaurned around, and was he wearing?
ME: Just a sort of… Like a baggy suit, sort of te suit. Quite fas him back a few quid.
LINDA: A designer suit?
ME: Yeah.
LINDA: tie?
ME: No. No tie.
LINDA: An informal angel.
ME: Yea-casual, anyway.
LINDA: And did you knoely a human man?
ME: Oh, yeah.
LINDA: how?
ME: tuned in properly. And you could see rig s