♪ ♪ NEWS ANCHOR: Police released details of a discovery made in London.
♪ ♪ MURRAY: We think his name was Matthew Walsh.
CASSIE: Why would someone keep a body for 30 years?
MURRAY: The house the freezer came from was owned by a Mr. Robert Fogerty.
He died two months ago.
SUNNY: When Fogerty was pulled over...
There were four other people in the car with him.
HAMILTON: All five of them were newly qualified coppers.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) So this guy knew his career was over before it even started.
CASSIE: So he was obviously very upset, but the others, have you got any recollection what they were like?
Is there something I should know?
Probably be better just to answer it as you remember it.
I think they were all pretty shell-shocked, to be honest.
I guess they were all wondering if any of it was going to come back on them.
Do you remember if you might have taken any of their names?
If I did, it would be in my pocketbook.
(din of the pub) I do remember there was an Asian lad, though, who I had a bit of a run-in with.
SUNNY: What kind of run-in?
He kept on asking if there was any way we could let it go.
He got quite forceful.
In the end, I had to tell him to walk away or I'd nick him, too.
Did you search the car at all?
No reason to.
And after you arrested Fogerty, you took him back to your nick?
What happened to the car?
One of the passengers, a girl, asked if she could drive it back to Fogerty's place.
And she hadn't been drinking?
She said no.
She actually offered to do a test, but I believed her.
She looked like a sensible one.
She seemed very keen to help him out, so I let her.
♪ ♪ Just trying to think how I'd have reacted the day I finished basic training, if my mate had got pulled over with a dead body in the boot.
Well, it'd be in the "shell-shocked" territory, wouldn't it?
Just a bit.
(car doors unlock) Although, boss, we don't actually know for sure Walsh was in the boot at this stage, so...
I need to speak to Andrews.
(stammering): Maybe we should wait until... And we need to find the complete file.
I want to know who those passengers were, and if any of them are still serving coppers, because if they are... That's going to be very interesting.
♪ ♪ CASSIE: I'm too bloody old.
You're too bloody old!
(sighs): It's 7:14.
I've been getting up at 6:15 for 30 years, so do me a favor, will you?
Get up and go find a job, because we are selling this house, and in a few months, you will be homeless.
Have a nice day.
(exhales) (radio playing softly) Sorry.
I just don't have space in my life to still be washing his khaki pants and doing his sodding dishes.
He's an adult, for Christ sakes!
So you gonna speak to your dad today?
Oh, I think I have to wait until I'm summoned, don't I?
He's your dad.
I just don't want to incur the "Wrath of Jen."
(John chuckling) Oh, I think you'd give her a run for her money.
Right, I'll speak to you later.
I'll let you know how it went.
Oh, God, sorry, course, good luck.
Have a good day.
John... Do I seem angry all the time?
Not all the time, no.
(laughs) I'm sorry.
It's all good.
See you later.
♪ ♪ (door opens, closes) (inhales deeply) ANNA: Why does it keep sounding like you're about to say a "but"?
But... Why do we need a blood test?
Because the ultrasound on its own's not accurate enough to warrant the risk of an amniocentesis.
But why would we want either a blood test or an amnio?
So we can make a decision, love, about what to do.
(sighs) I'm so late.
(exhales) Ram, we need to talk about this.
I didn't sleep a wink last night so I'm not making any sense.
We'll talk tonight, I promise.
I love you.
♪ ♪ GEOFF: Ready, Mols?
I need to leave.
Sam, move it, please.
I might be back a bit late tonight.
I've got no PM sessions, so I'm gonna go for a run.
Work some of this stress off up in the hills.
But really, there's nothing to worry about.
Everything's going to be absolutely fine.
SAM: Dad, we're late!
GEOFF: Okay, come on, guys.
♪ ♪ (cellphone ringing) Paul.
PAUL (on speakerphone): What's the story with you and Lucy Myers?
Who's Lucy Myers?
PAUL: That temp from HR.
She was sat next to you at the dinner on Monday.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-- no story, why?
She's been saying you were inappropriate with her.
(laughing): I was what?!
PAUL: When you got in the lifts at the end of the evening.
I was not inappropriate with her, that is complete... PAUL: Are you on your way in?
Out this morning, in at 2:00.
Come straight to my office, please.
Paul... (line clicks) (sighs) SUNNY: The full case files came in last night.
SUNNY: Well, to me, it look like they missed quite a lot.
Possible wits that weren't interviewed.
Sightings that weren't followed up.
Well, Matthew was no saint.
He had half a dozen convictions-- ABH, possession, one for dealing.
In fact, there was even a warrant out for him.
Not backed for bail.
Maybe they thought he was lying low for a bit.
Anyway, Fran's going to go through them all in detail.
I'm going to see if I can find the traffic offense files.
I'll call you.
Oh, uh, sorry, where are we on locating next of kin?
Murray's on it.
(birds twittering) ELIZABETH: I'm off, love!
Oh, hang on.
♪ ♪ Just remember, you are the best candidate by a country mile.
♪ ♪ (badge reader beeping, door opens in distance) So I spoke to a neighbor at his last known address, and she said that both parents are now dead.
He had an older brother, name of Clive, who she thinks is still alive, but the interesting thing is, Matthew's girlfriend, Karen, was pregnant when he went missing.
And she had the baby?
Name of Jerome.
And where's Karen now?
Also dead, according to the neighbor.
Heroin overdose about 15 years ago.
There's a lot of premature deaths here.
The mum, the dad, Karen.
Was this as a result of Matthew's disappearance, do we think?
Some of it, I'd say.
But to be honest, it sounds like they were a pretty troubled family before he disappeared.
A lot of drug and alcohol issues.
(cellphone ringing) Hello?
CASSIE (on phone): Uh, hello, is that Jerome?
Oh, hi, my name is Cassie Stuart.
I'm a police officer, and I was wondering if you had five minutes to talk about your father, about Matthew Walsh?
(quickly): What about him?
Jerome, I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but we think there's a pretty good chance we might have found his remains.
Yeah, look, uh, this, this isn't a very good time, I'm on a job at the moment.
Could you call me back outside of work hours?
Um, yeah, absolutely, or I could come and talk to you in person.
Whatever works best for you.
Yeah, look, you got my number.
Um, just text me some times and I'll get back to you.
(disconnects) ♪ ♪ SUNNY: Thank you.
(exhales) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ DEAN: It's Dean.
Can I give you a reg?
Just the usual, plus five for inflation.
Okay, it's a white Citroen Dispatch.
(road work banging) (scooter approaching) (car horn honks) (men shouting) ♪ ♪ Stop!
(grunts) Did you see that?
(groaning softly) (exhales) (birds twittering) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ The driver had blue jeans, black trainers, and a gray top.
I don't suppose you got the index of the moped?
Uh, Foxtrot Juliet 08 Tango Victor Uniform.
Am I good to go, Brendan?
So no dizziness, no blurred vision, no nausea?
None, I'm good.
Well, I'd prefer to take you back to the hospital.
I totally understand, but I feel fine.
And thank you, PC Robson.
I'll get my P.A.
to send a statement over later.
♪ ♪ MURRAY: DVLA have the car, a Ford Granada, being sold by Fogerty in 1991 and the new keeper notified the vehicle as off road in 2002, when it was sold for scrap.
So we've opened pretty much every wardrobe, cupboard, box, drawer, anything that could contain body parts, and there's nothing.
Now, obviously, he could have disposed of these parts 30 years ago, but my guess is, logic-wise, the head and the hands, the easiest to identify, are the last parts you'd get rid of.
Okay, so, working on the assumption-- and for whatever reason-- he never actually disposed of any part of the body, should we be looking in his effects for evidence of some storage facility somewhere?
What, you mean like a garage or a lock-up or something?
In fact, any other buildings that he might have had access to, yeah.
Still working my way through the original witness statements.
The wit detailed as being the last confirmed sighting of him has, sadly, died, but I have managed to make contact with a Viv Hancock today-- seeing her tomorrow-- who was also detailed as having seen Walsh that night, although there's no actual statement in the files.
Just lost or...?
Well, she told me today no formal statement was ever actually taken.
Ah, okay, so just human error.
Uh, I guess.
Well, let me know when you've spoken to her.
So what else?
Uh... Oh, yeah, the victim's clothes have gone to a forensic botanist.
Leanne Balcombe thought that there were some interesting plant remains caught in his T-shirt.
Khan is at the records archive, and I'm off now to meet with the victim's son.
(inhales deeply) Okay, that's it for now.
Good to have you back, Guv.
Thank you, guys.
(cellphone ringing) How'd you get on?
So, in that car with Fogerty were four police probationers going by the names of Dean, Fiona, Liz, and Ram.
♪ ♪ PAUL: Come.
Ah, DCI Sidhu, please, have a seat.
So, Lucy Myers...
I've spoken to Lucy and she says that you put your arm around her waist, made a number of lewd comments, patted her behind... (snorts softly) ...and generally made her feel uncomfortable.
Well, I have to say, I did see you...
Saw me what?
Enjoying someone's company?
Not illegal, is it?
No, but there's...
If anything, she was the one who flirted with me.
Well, that is not... Can we cut to the chase, sir?
What's she going to do?
She's not decided yet.
But she might make a formal complaint.
She might, yes, she's still thinking about it.
But you haven't gone to Professional Standards yet.
No, not yet.
Well, I think we both know what this is really about.
It's racially motivated.
Where do you get that from?
She flirted with the Paki, she came on to the Paki, but the Paki turned her down, and she didn't like it.
So, I suggest you have another word with her, sir, to discourage her from taking this forward, otherwise I and the BPA will bring Armageddon down on the pair of you.
♪ ♪ (door opens) (knocking) Where did you want me to put these, Mrs. Baildon?
Liz dropped them in this morning for Mother's Day.
If she thinks I'm only worth a day late petrol station flowers, then I'd really rather she didn't bother.
Oh, you think butter wouldn't melt, don't you, Eugenia?
Well, I could tell you a thing or two about our Elizabeth that would make your hair turn gray.
♪ ♪ MAN: You've been in the wars, we hear.
ELIZABETH: Like I was going to win that one.
MAN: Well, genuinely, thank you for not canceling today.
We all appreciate it.
Oh, no, you're welcome.
I know how hard it is to get everyone in the same room.
Is it okay if we dive straight in?
I wonder if we could start, Elizabeth, by you giving us a potted history, as it were, of your career to date.
Just be useful to hear a bit about, well, where you've come from.
I think it's fair to say that when I told my parents I wanted to be a police officer, they could not have been less pleased.
(all chuckling) I'd just completed a classics degree at Balliol, so it wasn't quite what they were expecting me to do next.
Working as a constable in Walsall for three years was a total eye-opener for me.
I'd come from a privileged background...
I would love to improve the public's perception of who we are.
I would love them to see past the uniform...
I almost think somehow we've become the enemy, and that is just not how... Part of my job is to make my fellow officers feel proud to do what they do.
Because I genuinely think they should feel proud.
For not the biggest salary in the world, they risk their lives on a daily basis.
They walk towards danger on a daily basis.
They protect and serve and help the British public on a daily basis.
Now, I think that's pretty damn impressive, and I think it's a key part of my job to remind the British public of that.
(chuckling): On a daily basis, if needs be.
(all chuckling) MAN: Well, thank you, Elizabeth, that was most impressive.
ROBIN: Hear, hear.
♪ ♪ (inhales) (birds twittering) (tools running) Jerome?
Nice to meet you.
I've unblocked three toilets today, so I wouldn't if I were you.
Come on in.
JEROME: I obviously never met him, nor did I meet my grandparents, 'cause they led pretty chaotic lives.
Drink and drugs and all that sort of crap.
His girlfriend, my mum, had similar problems and died when I was seven, which meant I was mainly raised in care, so...
I just don't feel any serious emotional connection to him.
I also have a wife, and a little one of my own.
And... His life was just so messed up and tragic and dirty.
I just don't want any of that kind of infecting my family now.
Does that make any sense?
I mean, if you need me to give you a DNA swab to help identify him, I'm more than happy to do that, but that's about it, really.
No, I completely understand.
And thank you for that, the DNA thing.
That would be very useful.
I am going to be cheeky and ask one question, if I may.
So our files say that at the time of his disappearance, your father was living with his older brother, Clive, in a squat in North London.
And we believe Clive was the last person who actually knew him to see him alive, so we'd love to speak to him.
And we just wondered if you had any contact details, or even if you knew if he was still alive.
Clive actually used to send me Christmas cards up until about four, five years ago?
I think I kept them somewhere.
Might have an address on them.
(exhales) I'll have a look at home, see what I can find.
I'd really appreciate that.
(car horn honking) BAL: So what are you going to do?
About the woman or the baby?
The woman, I'll wait and see what she does.
If she makes it formal, I'll destroy her.
(exhales) And you haven't considered this time maybe just speaking to her?
(snorts) Maybe apologizing?
For what, being the wrong color?
And you're 100% sure this is about color?
It couldn't just be two pissed people getting it slightly wrong?
(chuckling): Mate... Bal... Trust me.
When you've had 30 years of what I have, 30 years of jokes about corner shops and Gandhi, to having to fight twice as hard for every promotion, of having to fend off a million attempts to basically get rid of me, then you know what it's about.
What it's always about.
Well, I admire you.
'Cause how you've managed to remain so pissed off for so many years... Oh, it's easy, bruv.
(exhaling, chuckling): I just look at you and dad and think, "I never want to end up like that."
Of things that aren't right.
(in accent): Just 'cause, "Oh, that's the way it's always been."
You don't get anywhere in this world without fighting, mate.
And if I piss people off along the way, good.
(clears throat): I'm doing something right.
You've done a lot right, then.
(laughing) MARTIN: I want to change it.
I want my half of the house to go to Jenny.
So you remember you always said you wanted that to go to the kids.
Oh, look, please don't patronize me, Cass.
I'm not, I'm just...
I remember perfectly well.
But the boys are spoiled, you said so yourself.
They need to earn their own money.
They need to go out there and get themselves a job.
And giving them a great big lump sum of money... No, it was never going to work like that, Dad.
You... (clicks teeth) Your will says that in the event of your death, your equity stayed in the house till I sell, and then it, it goes into a trust for them until they're 35 precisely because neither of us thought it was good for them to get a lump sum too young.
We... We worked it all through very carefully as soon as you were diagnosed, if you remember.
Of course, it's your choice.
I'm not sure what's made you change your mind.
(footsteps approaching, door opens) Anyone need another cuppa?
(kettle humming) What are you implying?
Nothing, it's a completely genuine question.
D'you know what he's planning to do?
(chuckling) No, I have no idea.
We haven't discussed it.
It's his will.
It's entirely his business.
And don't you think you should discuss it, given his condition?
(chuckles): Maybe, but I suspect you'd have something to say about it if I did.
This isn't what I wanted, Cassie, to fall in love with a dying man.
But I did.
We are where we are.
I have no other agenda here.
♪ ♪ (exhales) He went out like a light.
So how was your day?
How are we for Wednesday?
You getting any real work done?
I think fundraising feels a lot realer than importing air con systems.
Are we on target?
I think so.
I think we might even exceed it.
I think we're in with a shout of raising 110.
(gasps) So do I get my sensory zone?
(laughing) (laughing): Do I?
Still got two tables left to sell.
You are such a star!
I don't know how you do it, honestly.
And let me make some phone calls tomorrow about those two tables.
I can try the old Lloyd's mob.
That's a good idea.
I meant to say, got to nip over to France in the morning, first thing.
A possible new client.
An in-and-out job, so I'll be back late afternoon.
Oh, no worries, babe.
♪ ♪ CASPER: Do you wanna play, Dad?
Sorry, mate, a million emails to answer.
(electronic music playing) Right, looks like you got me again.
And I'm gonna whoop your sorry ass this time.
CASPER: Yeah, right.
♪ ♪ Maybe take him out for a beer, try and get a sense of whether she is manipulating him or not.
(inhales) I think that's a really bad idea.
Well, I mean, take him out for a beer 'cause it's a nice thing to do, but I would absolutely not start probing him about stuff.
How else can we know?
Well, maybe you can't.
Maybe you just have to let it run, see how it, see how it plays out.
She's known him less than 18 months, John.
There's no way he'd do this if he was in his right mind.
Yeah, I get all that, but... (exhaling): Well, it just feels wrong to me.
Take him out for a beer, he'd like that.
♪ ♪ (dishes clatter loudly) (indistinct chatter) (cellphone ringing) (ringing continues) (ringing stops) ♪ ♪ Mate... ♪ ♪ (exhaling) (exhaling): Another one in there, please, mate.
♪ ♪ Don't be long, love.
(cellphone ringing) (vibrating) (ringing continues) Hello?
EILEEN (on phone): How did it go?
Yes, I blocked my number because I knew you wouldn't answer otherwise.
How, how did what go?
Oh, don't be coy, Elizabeth.
Your job interview.
Oh, did you think I didn't know?
Sorry, I overheard you on the phone last week.
It went fine.
Because I have to say, going for the top job, well, I do admire your balls.
Under the circumstances, I mean.
Balls of steel, as your father used to say.
Balls of steel.
(exhales) Anyway, night-night, sweetheart.
(call disconnects) ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (quietly): Oh, geez...
I forgot my phone.
I didn't wake you up, did I?
Um, I just got an email.
I got that job.
(laughing): Oh, John, congratulations, that's... brilliant.
So, that's, uh, decision time, really, 'cause if I take it, it kind of means us buying down there, you know?
Right, yeah, uh...
Can we talk tonight?
I've gotta run.
And, well done, that's, it's... really good news.
(door closes) ♪ ♪ (locks engage) ♪ ♪ Morning.
Is Ram downstairs?
♪ ♪ (distant siren blaring) I'm doing a blood test in an hour.
Oh, hey, love... You obviously don't have an opinion one way or the other.
I do, of course I do.
(clears throat) Should we, uh, talk now, grab a coffee, and...
I've been trying to speak to you for the last 24 hours, Ram.
(sighing): I know, I'm really sorry.
Something bad happened at work and... That is just not an excuse.
This is so much more important than anything to do with work.
(distant siren blaring) I'm really sorry.
You're absolutely right.
Can we talk now?
No, I'm not missing the blood test.
We'll talk tonight.
♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (pop music playing in car) Rue d'Église, s'il vous plaît.
♪ ♪ (police radio chatter) Jake.
Oh, where were they?
Are my eyes just crap or are they all illegible?
I can't read them.
Must've got wet and the writing smudged.
You know what we need, don't you, us detectives?
What we actually need is a magnifying glass.
(chuckles) But in the absence of Mr. Holmes showing up...
I reckon the lab could do summat with them.
(seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ (turns key, engine starts) (distant siren blaring) (knock at door) Morning, Ram.
Listen, I did what I could, I promise you.
Tried to convince her that this was a misunderstanding of some sort.
But she's just called me from home and she tells me that she's too upset to come in for the rest of the week.
And I'm afraid she is going to be making a formal complaint when she comes back.
(exhales) Two Chief Constable commendations, Paul.
Anyone else in this nick got two?
How many have even got one?
Well, like I said, I'm sorry, but, uh, my hands are tied.
(door closes) (brakes squealing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (opening window) (man speaking indistinctly outside) (brakes squeal, seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ (closing window) (exhales) (indistinct chatter) SUNNY: Okay.
Hold on a sec.
(stammering): Hold on.
So the son's DNA swab gives us a 50% match with Matthew Walsh.
The press office want to put out a statement for the evening news.
I presume you need to speak to Andrews first, though, yeah?
Tell them it's fine.
Bigger the better.
We're good to go out tonight, thank you.
(door closes) ♪ ♪ (mouse clicking) (keys clacking) ♪ ♪ DEAN: It's all done.
I've parked the van where you said.
So I'm throwing this phone away now so don't try and call me on it.
But actually, don't try and call me on any phones.
I did you a favor, Felix, because we go back.
But that's it, debt paid.
Just for the avoidance of doubt, if you ask me for one single thing more, I will make you regret it.
♪ ♪ Okay, I think we might be in luck.
So the initial training period back then was just over six months.
Working back from the details you've given me, there was an intake that had their passing-out parade on the 30th of March 1990.
And these are the records of all the probationers that started the training approximately 29 working weeks before, on September the 4th, 1989.
20 in each class, and here, in class 6/89C, is Rob Fogerty.
There was only one Asian officer in that intake, a Ramjeet Sidhu.
LAURA: Who I have done checks on, and who I can confirm is still a serving police officer.
Like yourself, he's a DCI, but he's with vice.
So staying with 6/89C, on the assumption that if they went to a passing-out party together, they were most likely to have trained in the same group, I quickly found the others.
So here's your Dean.
A Dean Barton.
LAURA: No longer serving.
In fact, he actually left very soon after initial training, in mid-1990.
Wow, after just a few months?
Indeed, and similarly, in fact, Fiona Grayson.
LAURA: Left after only a year and a half, having been posted to Marylebone nick.
(exhales) Statistically, is that unusual?
To have two probies leave so soon?
From one class, I'd say so.
And then lastly, your Liz.
That's Liz Baildon.
The Liz Baildon?
LAURA: About to be appointed chief constable of East Anglia Police, by all accounts.
(distant telephone ringing) And you've checked there were no other Lizzes on the course?
There were only 42 women across that whole intake.
No other Lizzes, Beths, Elizas.
This is Liz Baildon.
♪ ♪ (groans) They passed out six months before me.
You didn't cross paths with any of them?
No, no, still weird, though.
(breathes deeply) So we do this by the book, Sunny.
Whatever they are now, any of them, they all get treated the same.
Wouldn't have dreamt of doing it any other way, boss.
Just... As long as we're not trying to settle scores here.
What, you think this is about my pension?
(chuckles) I just know that the case for murder involving any of these four is paper-thin.
Yeah, right now, maybe, but it won't be, trust me.
My least favorite expression.
There is a small bit of me wants to punish someone.
Andrews, the Met.
The world, sometimes, but it really is a tiny bit, Sunny, and if you see it getting in the way at any point, you call me out on it.
So what is this about?
It's about something.
I don't know, I just think sometimes you need a kind of trick to be able to move on from something.
A kind of... sleight of hand.
And maybe mine's that if we can do this right, if we can ignore who they are and do it by the book, then all the questions might go away.
Walker, Finch, and the rest, they might all go away, and I might be able to sleep at night.
It's a lot to ask for one case.
Yeah, I don't have much choice.
(cellphone ringing) Fran.
I just spoke to the witness whose statement was never taken, Vivienne Hancock.
(clicks button) Go on.
FRAN (on speakerphone): We might have a connection.
FRAN: Matthew Walsh and one of the passengers in the car.
So she was coming home from a night out, walking across this patch of grass, and she sees this lad in running gear running towards her.
Like, T-shirt and trackies running gear?
FRAN: Exactly, so she sees this lad, who runs across the grass, and then, from a car parked by the road, she sees another lad running after him.
As, as in chasing running?
FRAN: She didn't say that, but... And did she describe him at all, this other guy?
FRAN: No detail apart from one thing.
She said he was Asian.
♪ ♪ (TV playing softly in background) Tea?
Oh... NEWS ANCHOR (on TV): The Metropolitan Police today released details of a macabre discovery made in East London.
The headless and handless body of a man, believed to be missing Farnham Park resident Matthew Walsh, was found in a Leytonstone scrap yard on Thursday morning.
ANNOUNCER (on radio): The remains of Matthew Walsh, who actually went missing in March of 1990, have been described by detectives as being "perfectly preserved."
TV NEWS ANCHOR: ...leading to speculation that his body may have been kept in a freezer in the intervening 30 years.
Police say they have now opened a new investigation and urge anyone with any information surrounding Mr. Walsh's disappearance to get in touch.
(mugs shatter) Love?!
It's just shock, sweetheart, it's delayed shock.
From the assault.
You're just in shock from that bastard attacking you.
Let's sit you down.
♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ CASSIE: Our imperative is to find out exactly what did happen that night.
Was it an accident?
Was it manslaughter?
Was it murder?
(phone ringing out) RAM: It's me.
We need to meet.
What is this?
Am I a suspect here?
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