Speaker 1: Yeah, I am the fairy man.
Speaker 2: The human spirit is my business. Their madness, their passion,
Speaker 2: the wonderful and monstrous ways they burn out their brief candle.
Speaker 2: I regret to tell you that very many American.
Speaker 3: Lives in love.
Speaker 1: Was heard to shouts from the car. He's dead. Whether
Speaker 1: he referred to president or four hours, people must get
Speaker 1: up and google identification.
Speaker 2: I am here in the in between, to collect their
Speaker 2: spirits and carry them to what comes next.
Speaker 4: This road is not on any map.
Speaker 2: It spans the thresholds between their most forbidden desires and
Speaker 2: their greatest fear.
Speaker 1: All I ask for.
Speaker 2: In payment is a tale and accounting of their lives
Speaker 2: and the great temporary that is the land we're living.
Speaker 4: These are their stories.
Speaker 5: This is the passage.
Speaker 2: We've arrived early to pick up this next passenger, to
Speaker 2: bear witness to the end of this chapter before shepherding
Speaker 2: him forth. America came of age during an industrial revolution,
Speaker 2: a time of capital and progress and a slow push
Speaker 2: toward a certain sameness. The Nuclear Age brought about the
Speaker 2: nuclear family, TV dinners the suburbs. Into this age of
Speaker 2: conformity burst our passenger, Timothy Leary.
Speaker 5: He spent his.
Speaker 2: Life escaping breaking out of being another cog in society,
Speaker 2: breaking out.
Speaker 4: Of prisons physical and mental.
Speaker 2: No institution could contain him be a military, academic, marital,
Speaker 2: or criminal. Indeed, he was arrested thirty six times and
Speaker 2: once pulled off and escaped, the likes of which Billy
Speaker 2: the Kid would salute first and foremost. Timothy Leary was
Speaker 2: a student of consciousness, a psychologist, and then the trip
Speaker 2: in Mexico, he was introduced to mushrooms containing the psychedelic
Speaker 2: compound psilocybin. This introduction redirected the course of his life
Speaker 2: and the course of the nation. In Harvard, he dove
Speaker 2: in at first to psychedelia, first exploring it as a
Speaker 2: tool of psychiatry, and then expanding it as a means
Speaker 2: to an elevated consciousness and understanding of the mystic. These
Speaker 2: blurry edges defied understood science, and he was ousted from it.
Speaker 2: So he became a sort of a folk hero, standing
Speaker 2: against the nuclear age of sameness. Guys like him, they
Speaker 2: kind of see how we see on this side of
Speaker 2: the veil. Having ventured beyond the conventions of his own
Speaker 2: prescribed life. After escaping the cave where he'd been unconsciously
Speaker 2: self imprisoned, and having then expanded across the shores of consciousness,
Speaker 2: where all words and forms would melt away like castles
Speaker 2: made of sand, And having then lost his mind and
Speaker 2: the waves of infinite interconnectedness, he returned to coax others
Speaker 2: to take the trip to them. He was a hero,
Speaker 2: the captain of the Psychonauts, the High Priests of LSD.
Speaker 2: What little unity that had held this nation together after
Speaker 2: the Great World Wars disintegrated in his time. The glue
Speaker 2: that bound the pieces of America together crumbled, and it
Speaker 2: fractured on ideological lines old verse, young, poor, verse, rich, liberal, conservative,
Speaker 2: the establishment first, the counter culture. Blood flowed in the
Speaker 2: streets of Chicago. Blood flowed in Mississippi, Berkeley, Kent State,
Speaker 2: blood flowed in Dallas, Harlem, and Vietnam. The disintegration was
Speaker 2: fueled by a cultural revolution, fueled by a collective awakening,
Speaker 2: fueled by him.
Speaker 6: Why why why not?
Speaker 4: Hello?
Speaker 2: Hello?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 6: Follow me? Not? Damn? Okay? What's the deal here? Man?
Speaker 6: Are you the angel of death come to shove me
Speaker 6: off to the great beyond? Or a complex hallucination conjured
Speaker 6: by a dying mind to brace itself for oblivion. I
Speaker 6: am neither Okay, not really an answer, but that's okay.
Speaker 6: A thing doesn't have to be real to reveal the truth.
Speaker 6: So whether you're real or not, let me warn you
Speaker 6: that this is no ordinary ghost you're chauffeuring. No, sir,
Speaker 6: I am the very spirit of the nineteen sixties itself,
Speaker 6: ready to embark on the next great trip beyond the
Speaker 6: limits of the human nervous system. Hell, I figured that's
Speaker 6: why you pick me up and ken Casey's old psychedelic
Speaker 6: school bus here. Yeah there, indeed, cragging me up, Larry,
Speaker 6: take a seat, not damn Yeah, yes, heavy man. You know,
Speaker 6: like any good scientists, I have a lot of questions,
Speaker 6: so embrace yourself, the most pressing one being to which
Speaker 6: far galactic outpost are you taking me?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 2: Well, I have no answers, at least not for the
Speaker 2: questions you will ask, only passengers and the tales they
Speaker 2: pay for my carrying them across this final dark.
Speaker 4: Now tell me what story will you pay me? With scientists?
Speaker 6: Hmm, I've only ever asked where did we come from?
Speaker 6: And where are we going? Friend? You know, like Galileo,
Speaker 6: I was persecuted for the heresy of reporting the facts
Speaker 6: of my research in the face of institutionalized dogma. Like Socrates,
Speaker 6: I was found guilty of corrupting the minds of the youth.
Speaker 6: Like Wilhelm Reich. My research was banned and I was
Speaker 6: incarcerated by the state. In fact, President Nixon called me
Speaker 6: the most dangerous man in America. I was j Edgar
Speaker 6: Hoover's public Enemy number one. Yeah, I was a threat
Speaker 6: to the Judeo Christian adult authority that was running the
Speaker 6: hive of the time, so they had to lock me up.
Speaker 6: But I did more than escape. I taught an entire
Speaker 6: generation how to escape with me. My whole life, I've
Speaker 6: been fascinated with understanding the human need to escape, what
Speaker 6: force acts upon the mind to make a jail cell home,
Speaker 6: or struggles to transcend its own happiness. In the early
Speaker 6: nineteen fifties, I received my doctorate in psychology. It was
Speaker 6: a booming industry at the time, after the Great Depression,
Speaker 6: the war, and the bomb There was big money and
Speaker 6: keeping the man in the gray suit from having a
Speaker 6: nervous breakdown. It wasn't long before I found myself at
Speaker 6: Berkeley conducting research into modeling the human personality. I was
Speaker 6: the first in my field to chart and organize the
Speaker 6: very characteristics of human interaction itself. Yes, my models quickly
Speaker 6: became the standard of diagnosis for therapists everywhere. By my
Speaker 6: early thirties. Well, I had it all, a wife, two kids,
Speaker 6: a house by the beach, academic acclaim. But it wasn't
Speaker 6: enough that Berkeley, the academic nightlife was positively back and all.
Speaker 6: There were drinks, there were marijuana cias. There were women. Oh,
Speaker 6: now there were women. My wife, my wife, mary Anne.
Speaker 6: It's just that she didn't mind the occasional dalliance with
Speaker 6: a student or faculty wife, so long as I stuck
Speaker 6: to the one simple rule, don't fall in love. But
Speaker 6: like any rule I've ever been given, you know, I
Speaker 6: had to break it. I met another woman, younger, smarter
Speaker 6: than most of her age, but not too smart, if
Speaker 6: you know what I mean. Well, had a real fire
Speaker 6: in her. By the second time we slept together, I
Speaker 6: knew I had broken the one rule. Worse than that, though,
Speaker 6: I got careless. One night, when we were both drunk,
Speaker 6: my wife called me out, and I didn't care enough
Speaker 6: anymore to deny the affair. Maryanne accused me of breaking
Speaker 6: our one rule, don't fall in love, and I reminded
Speaker 6: her that that was her rule, not mine, and she
Speaker 6: could she could, she could well, she could leave if
Speaker 6: she didn't like it. So she got in the car.
Speaker 6: Marianne sat there for a few minutes before coming back inside.
Speaker 6: She instead went straight to bed without another word. Now
Speaker 6: over the following week's life just went on much as
Speaker 6: it did before. You know, she never spoke of the
Speaker 6: one rule again, her rule, And I, well, I didn't.
Speaker 6: I didn't stop seeing my mistress. I mean, what difference
Speaker 6: with that of man? But I did you know, I
Speaker 6: made concessions to my wife. I spent more time with
Speaker 6: her and became more discreet in my extramarital affairs. And
Speaker 6: you know, that's the thing to remember here. I think
Speaker 6: I tried. That's I really tried. Weeks later, on the
Speaker 6: morning of my birthday, I woke up to a note
Speaker 6: on the pillow. Written on it were seven simple words,
Speaker 6: Happy birthday, you son of a bitch. Well, here we
Speaker 6: go again, I thought. I stumbled down the stairs to
Speaker 6: the kitchen and discovered she baked me a cake. The
Speaker 6: candles were lit, they were halfway burnt down. I was
Speaker 6: transfixed as I watched them flicker. The dance of their flames,
Speaker 6: the colors they radiated more vibrant than normal, like there
Speaker 6: was a message somehow trying to reach me if I
Speaker 6: studied them hard enough. And then that's that is when
Speaker 6: I heard it. The car, our car in the garage,
Speaker 6: sitting there idling mary Anne, good old, predictable mary Anne,
Speaker 6: once again two hung up on her issues, to do
Speaker 6: what I've done my whole life, take the next necessary
Speaker 6: step forward. I saw her sitting there in the front seat,
Speaker 6: with her hands on the wheel in her Sunday best,
Speaker 6: leaning forward and prayer, asking to be forgiven her cowardice,
Speaker 6: or for the strength that she lacked. It didn't matter.
Speaker 6: I had enough. I would answer her prayers and end this.
Speaker 6: Yanked the door open. She fell limply into my arms.
Speaker 6: Her eyes were closed, but there was a faint smile
Speaker 6: of satisfaction that I hadn't seen on her face in years.
Speaker 6: I attempted to rouse her, but she she she refused.
Speaker 6: That's when it hit me. The carb was still running,
Speaker 6: the windows were rolled up. How long had she had she?
Speaker 6: I checked her pulse and found none. I shook her again.
Speaker 6: I shouted her name. Then I cursed it. Stupid, stupid
Speaker 6: mary Anne. She killed herself carbon monoxide poisoning. She didn't
Speaker 6: mean to, right, she couldn't have. It wasn't my fault. No,
Speaker 6: I told myself that, standing there in the kitchen on
Speaker 6: the phone, waiting for the operator to connect me to
Speaker 6: the police station. From the corner of my eye, she
Speaker 6: stood there watching. Being a trained psychologist, I knew it
Speaker 6: wasn't her. The real her was still in the garage.
Speaker 6: So I forced myself not to look at what was
Speaker 6: clearly a a hallucination of my wife, and instead focused
Speaker 6: on the birthday cake on the counter. The candles were
Speaker 6: still burning. I found myself spacing out on flames, colors,
Speaker 6: scouring them for a glimpse of a way out. Then
Speaker 6: Mary Anne stepped over to the birthday cake and with
Speaker 6: a wink, blew out the candles before I could make ash.
Speaker 6: The last thing I heard before the darkness took hold
Speaker 6: was the operator asking me if I was still there.
Speaker 6: Whatever the darkness was, that, claimed Mary Anne, Well it
Speaker 6: was it was mine now, and I had I had
Speaker 6: what a psychologist might call a nervous breakdown. I quit Berkeley,
Speaker 6: got married again. The mistress, of course, in for a penny,
Speaker 6: in for a pound, But that quickly fell apart. I
Speaker 6: traveled to Europe at a colleague there who, well with
Speaker 6: a little of the old leery charms, set me up
Speaker 6: with a lectureship at Harvard. Still the darkness lingerede and
Speaker 6: with it so did Marianne. I would find her standing
Speaker 6: at the back of the classroom, from darkened corners, behind
Speaker 6: the wheel of empty cars, just watching, unable to speak,
Speaker 6: unable to escape something I had to be done. After
Speaker 6: fifteen years in the field of psychology, I arrived at
Speaker 6: the sorry conclusion that psychology wasn't doing much to solve
Speaker 6: my emotional or mental problems, much less that of the
Speaker 6: American people, if not the entire fucking human race. So
Speaker 6: while I was in Mexico, I'm an anthropologist. Friend of
Speaker 6: mine told me how well he was studying the indigenous
Speaker 6: shaman of the area, and well they use psilocybin mushrooms
Speaker 6: to treat mental illness, and well he confided in me
Speaker 6: that he had tried it, and he swore doing so
Speaker 6: gave him the insight to overcome his shell shock. I
Speaker 6: scored some mushrooms from the hotel staff, and I took
Speaker 6: them pool side. The fung i tasted even worse than
Speaker 6: they looked bitter, stringy. Of course, I saw mary Anne,
Speaker 6: still in her Sunday best standing there watching and I
Speaker 6: almost got up to.
Speaker 5: Leave, and then.
Speaker 6: They kicked in. I could feel something shifting. I felt strange,
Speaker 6: mildly nauseous, detached, Everything quivered with life, even inanimate objects.
Speaker 6: I gave way to the light and I discovered a
Speaker 6: see of new possibilities, other realities at the swimming pool
Speaker 6: that day, I learned more about the human mind than
Speaker 6: I had in my entire professional career. And when the
Speaker 6: trip faded, Marianne was nowhere to be found. I was free.
Speaker 6: Yeah it worked. I returned to America and got approval
Speaker 6: to set up the Harvard Psychedelic Project. And you know,
Speaker 6: people often forget that it wasn't the counterculture that introduced
Speaker 6: America to the psychedelic revolution. It was the suits. It
Speaker 6: was us at Harvard, the professors, the medical industrial complex,
Speaker 6: the CIA with their black budget mk ultra LSD experiments
Speaker 6: in pursuit of the perfect truth serum or brainwashed assassins.
Speaker 6: They distilled their own fear, paranoia, and aggression, engineered a
Speaker 6: concentrated solution of ongoing trauma. The results weren't pretty asked
Speaker 6: Bobby Kennedy, and Sir and Sir Ham asked the poor
Speaker 6: souls who found themselves secretly dosed with the weapon grade
Speaker 6: LSD by their uncle Sam and learned the hard way
Speaker 6: that they couldn't fly from their hotel window. We've all
Speaker 6: heard those stories. I mean, thankfully we had more success
Speaker 6: than the spooks. We made significant advancements in psychedelics, in
Speaker 6: the treatment of trauma, you know, we made incredible breakthroughs
Speaker 6: with the hardened convicts. And while we produced a lifetime
Speaker 6: search for existential meaning in mere hours, I mean, that's
Speaker 6: not what they wanted. They wanted to abstract giddiness that
Speaker 6: both tantalized and frightened the masses. It wasn't long before
Speaker 6: the halls of Harvard were packed with spaced out, fresh
Speaker 6: and outraged faculty. I tried to show them the keys
Speaker 6: to psychological liberation, but all they saw was chaos. I mean, well,
Speaker 6: I know, no surprise here. But the Psychedelic Project was
Speaker 6: shut down and I was forced to resign. But it
Speaker 6: was too late. The proverbial cat was out of the back.
Speaker 6: Now my home was besieged with counterculture pilgrims desperate for
Speaker 6: a shortcut to enlightenment. Now, what I offered was science,
Speaker 6: what they wanted was mysticism. With a little bit of
Speaker 6: neurochemical lightning, they learned that they didn't have to die
Speaker 6: for the generals, or the CEOs or the middle class,
Speaker 6: middle aged whiskey drinking masses. Which is exactly when my
Speaker 6: research finally was taken seriously by all the wrong people.
Speaker 6: Shortly after Tricky Dick decided that I was the most
Speaker 6: dangerous man in a mayor well, my door was kicked
Speaker 6: in by an ambitious Da G Gordon Lyddy, who along
Speaker 6: with twenty three armed sheriffs, ransacked my home. Now they
Speaker 6: didn't find anything, and well, the warrant was thrown out,
Speaker 6: but I got the message and I split the scene
Speaker 6: at large again. I headed south with my lover and
Speaker 6: two children back to Mexico. Got as far as the
Speaker 6: border before the pigs pulled this over for a strip search.
Speaker 6: They have away with massages. I was standing there naked
Speaker 6: while some pig rummaged through my belongings. When I saw
Speaker 6: her again, Mary Anne, smiling from the corner. I knew
Speaker 6: then what was coming. The pigs found an ounce of
Speaker 6: marijuana in my daughter's underwear. Naturally, I took the wrap
Speaker 6: for it. It was my first offense, but well, because
Speaker 6: I was the infamous LSD Guru, they slapped me with
Speaker 6: a thirty year sentence to be served at the California
Speaker 6: Colony Prison, but I was plotting my escape before the
Speaker 6: gavalive at Hammered. Upon arrival, the first thing they did
Speaker 6: was give me a personal diagnostic test. Yes, the same
Speaker 6: personal diagnostic test that I myself created to assess flight
Speaker 6: risk in prisoners. So I gave the answers of an
Speaker 6: ideal prisoner and found myself in minimal security. A few
Speaker 6: weeks later, I was well scrambling over the prison walls
Speaker 6: and shimmied a phone wire to freedom. From there, I
Speaker 6: rendezvous with some contacts in the Weather Underground and was
Speaker 6: smuggled out of the country. Well. Now in Algeria, I
Speaker 6: was holed up with Eldridge Cleaver. I was a Minister
Speaker 6: of Defense of the Black Panthers, a fellow expatriot and
Speaker 6: expatriot in exile from the man. We collaborated on revolutionary
Speaker 6: strategies until he grew impatient with my more racous impulses,
Speaker 6: until inevitably the Panthers had well, they had escort me
Speaker 6: out of Algeria at gunpoint. Well, eventually the CIA caught
Speaker 6: up with me and Kabul. Next thing I know, I'm
Speaker 6: back in California, standing before judge. Now, I just want
Speaker 6: to take a second, because the only threat more dangerous
Speaker 6: than any prophet or any monster, or is a trickster.
Speaker 6: Anyone who preaches that the aim of the individual life
Speaker 6: is to know yourself, not to kneel or to be obedient,
Speaker 6: but to liberate yourself. Now that is heresy to suggest
Speaker 6: that the primary goal in this existence is to treat
Speaker 6: others as human beings, not to fear or oppress them. Oh,
Speaker 6: that's dangerous. It flies in direct opposition to every fundamental
Speaker 6: religion and every political party or military institution in service
Speaker 6: of any state, any every I had the power and
Speaker 6: the wisdom of the clown. And clowns are terrifying because
Speaker 6: they are unpredictable. I was a threat because I provided
Speaker 6: access to the extraordinary. I held the key to unlock
Speaker 6: all the cages, and I handed it out to anyone
Speaker 6: who wanted it. But Mary, Yeah, was there the whole trial,
Speaker 6: watching with amused pity. The trial was quick and nasty.
Speaker 6: The powers that be had learned their lesson. This time.
Speaker 6: They were not locking me away in some rinking dink cage.
Speaker 6: They put me in fulsome prism next door to another
Speaker 6: infamous counterculture guru incarcerated there, Charles Manson looked up to you.
Speaker 2: Entire generation did.
Speaker 6: Charlie made it clear that he had been expecting me.
Speaker 6: I found a welcome package of cigarettes and paperbacks on
Speaker 6: my bunk. We conversed through the air vent between ourselves
Speaker 6: anywhere you wanted. At first, he tried to get in
Speaker 6: my head and to rattle me. That's what I can
Speaker 6: never figure out.
Speaker 7: You showed everyone that could have a new head, and
Speaker 7: you never gave him one.
Speaker 5: That's it.
Speaker 6: That's the point I don't. I don't want to impose
Speaker 6: my realities on other people. The idea is everybody takes
Speaker 6: responsibility for their own nervous system, creates their own reality.
Speaker 6: Anything else is brainwashing. And that's your scene, Charlie, not mine,
Speaker 6: as your mistake.
Speaker 5: No one wants responsibility.
Speaker 7: Everyone wants to be told what to what's really true,
Speaker 7: what's really real? Because this world inside our heads, in and out,
Speaker 7: it's all death and I need to be told how.
Speaker 6: To face You're wrong, Charlie, look around you. It's all love,
Speaker 6: not death.
Speaker 7: That's not what the woman in your sale says when
Speaker 7: you're sleep at night.
Speaker 4: What's your name again, Mary something?
Speaker 7: Why don't you ask her if it's love or death.
Speaker 4: That drives us?
Speaker 6: Like I said, he wanted to get inside my head
Speaker 6: as badly as he wanted me inside his own. But
Speaker 6: it didn't matter. I had accomplished what neither Mary Anne
Speaker 6: nor the infamous Charles Manson ever could. I escaped, both
Speaker 6: figuratively and literally. Years later, I was pardoned by the
Speaker 6: governor and freed to a new world. The Hippies and
Speaker 6: the weathermen and the panthers were gone. It was Reagan's
Speaker 6: America now, and the psychedelic Revolution had been abandoned for
Speaker 6: the power trip of cocaine in the stock market. The
Speaker 6: same man I had co founded the Youth International Party with, indeed,
Speaker 6: the same man I had vouched for on the stand
Speaker 6: in the trial of the Chicago Seven, had become a
Speaker 6: businessman a suit. The yippies had become yuppies, and I well.
Speaker 6: I unfortunately realized that I was no longer a major
Speaker 6: threat to the system, but something much worse, a minor celebrity.
Speaker 6: Grandpa hippie babbling about drugs, love and the Revolution. I
Speaker 6: learned playing the clown was worse than playing the guru. Still,
Speaker 6: my infamy kept me high and off the streets. The
Speaker 6: most dangerous man in America had retired into irrelevance. My
Speaker 6: whole life has been about escaping, but not just my life.
Speaker 6: I mean I mapped the human psyche and then discovered
Speaker 6: how to go beyond it, to transcend, to explore, to escape.
Speaker 6: You know, it was my father who gave me my
Speaker 6: first lesson in escaping. Yeah, when he split the scene
Speaker 6: when I was just a kid. He died drunk and
Speaker 6: broken alone. My mother was determined that I would be
Speaker 6: a better man than him, all the while never forgiving
Speaker 6: me for being his son. Maybe that pain is what
Speaker 6: drove me to understand people, the mechanics of the lack
Speaker 6: of intimacy. Maybe that, in turn drove me to achieve
Speaker 6: the success my mother believed beyond me. You see that
Speaker 6: that's what I was trying to spare Marianne and the kids.
Speaker 6: I wasn't going to leave her and the children the
Speaker 6: way that my father left me and my mother. I
Speaker 6: was determined to work it out to reach the next
Speaker 6: level do you know if she got impatient. That's not
Speaker 6: my fault, right, that's not my fault. I could have
Speaker 6: fixed what was broken in her in us, but she
Speaker 6: never gave me the chance. She gave up, she ran away.
Speaker 6: I'm not the Okay. Yeah, looks like California out there. Huh.
Speaker 6: So I guess it could be either heaven or hell.
Speaker 4: Yeah, I'm not a fan of California either. I'm not
Speaker 4: a fan of a dry heat anyway.
Speaker 6: You know, I haven't decided yet if this is real, yeah,
Speaker 6: or just the last flicker of my dying mind.
Speaker 4: Yeah, Yeah, it doesn't matter.
Speaker 6: Yeah, I guess not. No, I did it. I escaped
Speaker 6: them all, all the spooks and the pigs in their prisons.
Speaker 6: I escaped life. But I guess I can't escape death.
Speaker 8: Uh As in life, I step into death a man
Speaker 8: liberated from all.
Speaker 6: Wait, what is that? Mary am Mary Anne? No, No, no, no.
Speaker 3: No, no, Ferryman, you can't leave me here, Ferryman, Please,
Speaker 3: you can't be real.
Speaker 6: You can't leave me here.
Speaker 8: You can't you can't here. You can't do that.
Speaker 6: No.
Speaker 2: No, even gurus of their inner demons, no matter how
Speaker 2: far out into the corners of consciousness, you get you
Speaker 2: are still there.
Speaker 4: The you that is most you of guilty conscious.
Speaker 2: Cannot travel unencumbered, as this great teacher of men shall
Speaker 2: learn on his passage.
Speaker 7: The Passage stars Dan Fogler as the Fairman. This episode
Speaker 7: features Martin Starr as Timothy Leary. Written by Rob Mosca
Speaker 7: with additional writing by Dan Bush and Nicholas Dakowski. Our
Speaker 7: executive of producers are Nicholas Dakoski, Matthew Frederick, and Alexander Williams.
Speaker 7: First assistant director, script supervisor and production coordinator Sarah Klein.
Speaker 7: Music by Ben Lovitt, additional music by Alexander Rodriguez. Casting
Speaker 7: by Sunday Bowling, Kennedy and Meg Mormon. Editing and sound
Speaker 7: design by Dan Bush. Dialogue editing and sound mixing by
Speaker 7: Jan Campos. Additional sound editing by Racket Sound. Our supervising
Speaker 7: producer is Josh Than. Created by Dan Bush and Nicholas Dakowski.
Speaker 7: Produced by Dan Bush. The passages of production of iHeartRadio
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