[Dutch does not know how the fuck he is communicating. It is not technological, he is sure of that, because the telephones in Saint Denis are no doubt in the control of the government and he would not speak a word into them for all the riches in the world, and it is not supernatural because God has never factored in to what he has seen and done and God is not connecting him with a man who better be fuckin' alive to deal with the shitstorm about to descend upon them.
He is sure this message is, in fact, an entirely natural phenomena, a product of his own desires, his own determination to survive, to see the gang survive. He wanted to speak to Arthur and so he will.
Dutch van der Linde sounds urgent, near frantic, near angry:]
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He is sure this message is, in fact, an entirely natural phenomena, a product of his own desires, his own determination to survive, to see the gang survive. He wanted to speak to Arthur and so he will.
Dutch van der Linde sounds urgent, near frantic, near angry:]
Son, where the hell are you? We need you here.