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You're special, Ellen...

but that'll only make the fall harder.

Once Patty meets you, there's no

turning back.

And she'll own you.

No, I like Ellen.

I think she's going to have

a brilliant future.

Working for Patty

has taught me something about

being a woman...

You know what I'm in
the mood for? A fight.

Your breach of trust...

a professional

You step in the ring with that woman,

she will cut your balls off
and jam them down your throat.

I don't like the way you do business,
but I get that it's necessary.

Seeing how she balances
work and her personal life...

People either leave you or they die.

Those are the only two
endings possible with you.

Get the hell out!

What she prioritizes,
how she prioritizes...

There's a difference between you and me.

This isn't personal, Ellen.

You've got to let things
just roll off your back.

You are so full of shit, Patty.

People like you and me, we only have
two options: forgiveness... revenge.

I hope you know what you're doing.

She's nothing less than
an inspiration to me.

That's okay.

I lied, too.

No!

I don't think we're
going to see her again.

She'll be back. Trust me.

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Patty?

I've been sitting at that table
all night hoping to get you alone.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

- Julian Decker.
- Oh, of course, Julian.

And... remind me what you do.

I'm sort of an architect.

I've been watching you on TV lately.

Have you?

You're a real media darling.

I'm just doing my job.

Yeah, well, the thing
is, the lady I see on TV

is not nearly as much fun as
the lady I met here tonight.

Nice to meet you.

Must be exhausting.

What must be?

Wearing that mask.

Always having to play
the role of Patty Hewes.

It's not a mask. What
you see is what you get.

Right. So listen, why don't
you come across town with me?

Why would I do that?

Hear me play a set at Joe's Pub.

Sorry. I have an early morning.

You sure?

Opportunity doesn't always knock twice.

I'll take my chances.

This attorney, Patty
Hewes, what a piece of work.

Put aside those
victories in the Frobisher

trial and against Ultima
National Resources,

this woman's more
interested in God We Trust.

That's right... ducketts,
cheddar, moola schmoola.

It's really outrageous
for you to say that.

I mean, here's a woman...

And all you care about is
that 30 second sound bite

in that press conference
announcing her victory.

I care that she's the only
one with the courage to stand

up to corporate America in an era

where everyone else is afraid to so do.

Thank God for Patty Hewes...

Louis Tobin just got
sentenced to house arrest,

and we're being hounded
to make a statement.

Well, that's right,
Pat, I'm standing outside

of Louis Tobin's Fifth
Avenue apartment building.

Mr. Tobin has just been
sentenced to house arrest.

This follows Mr. Tobin's
confession last month to

operating the largest Ponzi
scheme in Wall Street history...

bankrupting thousands of victims.

Now despite Louis Tobin's
admission of guilt,

the Tobin family has
issued no public statement

nor any words of
remorse for his victims.

It's still unclear whether
his son, Joseph Tobin, or

the rest of the family,
was involved in the scheme.

However, Leonard Winstone,

the Tobin family attorney, claims each

has rightfully maintained
their innocence.

Louis Tobin has asked me
to emphatically restate

that no other member of his
family has been indicted, or

even was aware of his fraud.

And today's events come just days before

court-appointed trustee
Patricia Hewes is scheduled to

formally begin her inquiry
into the Tobin family.

Ms. Hewes had this to say.

I intend to continue my
search into the funds stolen

by Louis Tobin, and I hope to restore
financial health to his many victims.

Surprise, surprise.

Look who's stealing the spotlight again.

Come on, give her some credit, Nick.

You worked there. How does she do it?

Do what?

Rake in settlement after settlement

without ever setting
foot in a courtroom.

You never talk about her.

The woman's good.

Was she like this in law school?

No idea. She never left the library.

Well, the D.A.'s office is where
the real shit goes down, anyways.

Patty can go after the money.

My man Chris here is going to put
the whole Tobin family behind bars.

I'm working on it.

When was the last time
you spoke to Patty, anyway?

I don't know. Almost a year ago.

I called this group in today,

because every major news
outlet is running your quotes.

Louis Tobin stole everything I had.

And maybe I shouldn't have
spoken to those reporters.

But I am living on food stamps
now, and I am very angry.

Going to the press is not
going to help your cause.

You get me my money back,

and then I won't have
to talk to the press.

When the court appointed
us to oversee this process,

we began by freezing
the family's accounts

and confiscating their assets.

Well, I've seen the son
at the grocery store.

He seems to be doing just fine.

I assure you... the entire
family is living on a

minimal allowance until our
investigation is complete.

And we'll be deposing them
over the next few weeks-

starting with Mrs. Tobin.

We're doing everything we
can to recover your funds.

But we believe they've hidden money.

A lot of money.

Question four is out,
so is question five.

I don't want Ms. Sawyer asking
any questions about my client's

parents or his finances.

Joe Tobin has personally
signed off on all of these.

Well, he's clearly not in a proper
state of mind to make that decision.

His wife feels otherwise.
She's given us carte blanche.

Yeah, well, he's not going
to answer any of these.

Mr. Winstone, this is Diane
Sawyer we're talking about here.

- "Alvarez."
- Yes.

Your parents are Spanish?

My parents? They came
over from Honduras.

But you live in this country?

My whole life.

Good, then you speak English.

- Mr. Winstone...
- Dog shit.

- Mr. Winstone...
- Dog shit!

Thank you.

I'm a cat guy.

Cats you can teach to shit in a box.

Mr. Winstone, if we can't ask
Joe Tobin about his father,

there's really no point
in doing this interview.

Well, I guess you'll have to tell
Ms. Sawyer that there's no interview.

But I want you to know, if you
ever talk to my client again

without me present, I'll have
your folks back in a boat to

Honduras faster than you
can say "Tegucigalpa."

You got that?

Thanks for coming, Joe.

We decided to talk on the record.

I can't let you do that.

People need to know that Joe had
nothing to do with his father's crime.

I understand, Rachel.

I want him to make a
public statement expressing

our sympathy for the victims.

And we will.

But we need a controlled venue
where we vet the questions so

nothing can be asked that
can compromise your family.

Staying silent is compromising us.

I need you to hang in
just a little longer.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Joe needs to do something.

I can't allow Kevin to
live like this any longer.

Come on, sweetie.

Come on.

Daddy needs to talk to Uncle Lenny.

People are waiting to
pounce on any sign of guilt.

You go on TV, you start

sweating, your voice
cracks, they'll crucify you.

I'm not sure how much more of
this my mother can take, Lenny.

Look, Joe...

Remember when you were
in elementary school?

Wanted to turn in that
custodian who had stolen

office supplies from the faculty lounge?

It was a librarian.

It was? Well...

Either way, I know you.

You always want to do
the right thing. I get it.

So, you're... you're
asking me to do nothing.

No. I'm asking you to just wait
until your father's sentenced.

Once he's in prison, once the

family's deposed and
your name is cleared,

then the world is
ready to hear the truth.

But if you don't let me do my job,
this can spiral out of control.

Ms. Hewes.

It's Victor... Huntley.

We... we've met before.

Yes. Yes, of course,
I... I remember you.

I heard you went to the
hospital. Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, I... I understand it
was quite a nasty car accident.

Have you found out who hit me?

No. Not yet.

No, it's strange.

Um, we canvassed the
neighborhood, but, uh, no one...

nobody saw the... the other driver.

Do you think this could've
been done to you on-on purpose?

Roger, you gotta get some sleep.

Yeah, I'd love to,

but it seems that Louis Tobin
bent over, spread his ass and

loosed his bowels over the
entire global investment system.

You guys found more victims?

Thousands more. $9.7 billion in losses.

Jesus. You think this is everything?

Oh, I seriously doubt it.

The more I dig into Tobin's
muck, the more victims I discover.

I don't know where this is going
to end, Tommy, but you mark my

words, this mess is a whole
lot bigger than we can imagine.

Well, hang in there.

Patty.

How's Roger holding up?

He's fine. The man's a workhorse.

Good.

I hate to bring it up again.

- What?
- Ellen's office.

- What about it?
- It's been ten months.

I don't think she's coming back.

- Meaning?
- Nothing, except

Roger's team could really use the space.

I'd love to set him up in there.

So do it.

I can have it cleaned out? You sure?

Ellen's gone. Clear it out.

Hey, yo, check out this bike.

Yo, man, don't even look at that.

Congratulations.

Donnie Rhyne, possession
with intent to distribute.

This guy's looking at eight years.

I'm not interested in Donnie
Rhyne. I want his supplier.

I hate to spoil your fun, but
that ain't gonna happen this time.

He's not going to flip.

Why not?

His lawyer's Ted Fratto.

You ever hear of him?

I know his reputation. But
I still like my chances.

A hundred bucks says Donnie
won't give up his supplier.

- Yeah?
- No?

You're on.

So possession with intent to distribute.

That could get you
eight years, Mr. Rhyne.

It's gonna rain, yo.

Someone best get a tarp for my Harley.

I made a call, Donnie. Someone
will take care of your bike.

Bike belonged to my my
pops. Rode with the Angels.

Well, if you want to wait eight
years to ride it again, be my guest.

Or you could just tell
me who you're working for.

You offering me a deal?

Who's your supplier?

A name will keep you out of jail,
bump you down to a misdemeanor.

Yeah, then what happens?

Doesn't matter. Mr. Rhyne
isn't interested in a deal.

I'd like to hear that from Mr. Rhyne.

Mr. Rhyne is not interested in a deal.

If your attorney's making
promises in exchange

for you keeping quiet,
then he's breaking the law.

Watch it, Ms. Parsons.

And if you're knowingly taking the fall

for somebody else then
you're breaking the law.

It's called obstruction of justice.

Allows us to tack on more
time to those eight years.

Wait, what's she saying?

I'm saying that your lawyer
doesn't have your back, Donnie.

Ms. Parsons, can I have a word?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What you should be doing helping
your client stay out of jail.

You're going to want to check that tone.

You don't give a shit about Donnie.

I know you're working for his supplier.

You don't want to make
accusations like that,

and you don't want to tamper
in my clients' affairs.

I'm afraid they're a bunch of
real unsavory types, Ms. Parsons.

The kind that can have a lot
of fun with a girl like you.

We're done here, Donnie.

Think about it, Mr. Rhyne.

Don't say anything.

You've got 48 hours. I
can make it all go away.

Patty.

You sure you're okay with this?

Yeah.

Get this stuff out of here.

I want you to start
interviewing possible associates.

We're going to bring on somebody new.

Sure.

Tom...

What is it?

How long have you been with me now?

Oh, almost 11 years.

And how many lawyers have gone
through the firm since then?

A lot.

A lot, Patty.

But you... you made it through.

What's your point?

It's time to put your name on the door.

You don't like the idea?

No, I mean, yeah, yeah, uh...

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Thanks, Patty. I...

So we're ready for the deposition?

Ms. Tobin is all set up
in the conference room.

Good.

Mrs. Tobin, do you have
any reason to believe

that your son was privy
to your husband's fraud?

Absolutely not.

My son knew nothing.

When was the last time you saw your son?

Thanksgiving.

Mr. Winstone advised us not
to have contact after that.

That's the floor shaking with laughter.

I... I know you're not supposed
to do this with water, but...

Happy Thanksgiving.

Lord knows, I have a
lot to be thankful for.

I'm terrible at speeches, so...

You all heard his toast at my wedding.

I froze a little bit.

I froze a lot of bit.

Um... I'll keep it simple.

I love you all.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you, son.

So you had no hint of what was to come?

Your husband didn't seem anxious?

He may have been more
emotional than usual.

Other than that, it was
like any other Thanksgiving.

And when did that change?

Somewhere around the pie.

One, two, three.

I'm cleaning you out.

One, two...

Oh, mine.

One, two, three.

Louis?

Sweetheart, are you okay?

I'm sorry, Rachel.

Could you give me just a
few minutes with my family?

She is family.

Dad, what are you doing?

Maybe you could take Kevin upstairs.

Let him feed the fish.

Of course. Yeah, that would be fun.

Yeah. Feed the fish. Come on, sweetie.

What happened?

Daddy?

Dad?

And that's when he told us.

About the fraud?

That is was a Ponzi scheme?

Yes.

He said the business was all a lie.

The investments weren't real.

He said he couldn't hide it anymore.

Your son Joe contacted the
district attorney the next morning.

- Isn't that right?
- Yes.

Did that make you angry?

What my son does is his own business.

Joe worked for your husband.

Do you think he knew about the scheme?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Mrs. Tobin can't be expected to
guess what's in her son's head.

You are going to depose Joe. Ask him.

Mrs. Tobin, you say that you knew
nothing about your husband's fraud.

Yes.

You shared your life with
him for over 40 years,

and yet you didn't know
that he was stealing?

Actually, I...

I'm so sorry.

Darling, can you get me an Earl

Grey
- no sugar, dash of skim?

We'll get that for you.

Would you, please? Thank you.

Make sure it's skim.

I need caffeine.

God, I was up till 3:00, making

Jell-O for my grandson.

You know, safari animals.

With that mold we bought
in Tanzania, remember?

That little boy, the village
boy with the cleft palate.

I'm sorry.

What was the question?

$70 billion went through
your husband's fund.

Don't you think it inconceivable that he

didn't tuck some of
that away for the family?

I live on tuna, Ms. Hewes.

Two cans a day since you
seized all our assets.

If my husband stashed
money, he certainly

never told me where he put it.

You claim that your husband didn't
lay any money away for your family.

That's right.

I'm confused. How could
you know that for certain?

You want to get a waterboard?

You know, you've been questioning
my client for over five hours now.

We're going in a
circle, don't you think?

It's okay, Lenny.

This is the most interesting
conversation I've had in months.

My friends won't talk
to me, or my children.

My lawyer advises me not
to speak to my husband.

I can't get my hair done.
I can't eat at a restaurant.

I can't go to the theater.

I like you, Ms. Hewes.

You know what it's like to
have a husband who betrays you.

You know about my divorce.

I read that he cheated on you.

I wasn't terribly surprised.

So you understand that
men have their secrets.

Yes.

But so do women.

And I find that women are
better at keeping them.

D... do you think this may have
been done to you on... on purpose?

I have no idea.

Detective.

Excuse me.

I tracked the VIN on the
car that hit Ms. Hewes.

Did you find who it's registered to?

Yeah, got a name and address.

Who's the owner?

Thomas Shayes.

Where does it say that?

There.

Registered to Thomas Shayes.

Yeah?

A contact of mine just told me
Joe Tobin reached out to ABC.

What for?

He wanted to do an
interview with Diane Sawyer.

Set the record straight.

But his lawyers shut it
down at the last second.

The pressure's getting to Joe.

If he reached out to the press,

could be he's willing
to break from the family.

Well, his mother won't
tell us the truth.

Maybe we can get it from him.

Ellen.

Hey, boss.

This came for you.

It's from Hewes & Associates.

Do you have any idea what it might be?

No, none.

Uh, listen, I know you have a
relationship with Patty Hewes,

but maintaining confidentiality
in this office is imperative.

Of course.

I have no desire to pry into your
personal life, but I have to ask you

to use discretion if you speak with
her about the Tobin investigation.

We don't talk anymore.

So it won't be a problem.

All right.

Good.

Ah, I hate conversations like this.

I just needed to know you
and I were on the same page.

We are, absolutely.

Okay.

You Joe Tobin?

You assholes took everything I own.

Hey.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Oh, really? Are you?

Yes, I am.

Hey.

Whoa. Okay.

Easy, all right?

Look me in the face, Joe. Come on.

If you lost money with my
father, I'm sorry. Okay?

I... I'm truly sorry.

Sorry, Bobby.

Hey, dickhead!

Buy me my goddamn groceries.

Look at me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Please stop, okay?

Tell me to stop...

Why can't you stop?

Shit. Shit!

Asshole.

I really don't understand
your position on this.

It's my client's
position; it is not mine.

He won't press charges even though there

were witnesses there
when Tobin assaulted him.

I told him.

He's not interested.

That's all there is to it?

What are you implying?

I just... I'd hate to find
out you're playing games.

Games?

You overestimate me, Mr. Gates.

You and I should be
working together on this.

I build the criminal case, you
recover the money for the victim.

That's all I want to do.

Well, this could be my way in, right?

Put some pressure on Joe Tobin, find
out if he's involved with the fraud.

I can't do it if he won't press charges.

I don't know what to tell
you. He's made up his mind.

Okay, well, then... this is now
officially a waste of my time.

Thank you for letting
Tobin do this to you.

Not a problem.

But why don't you put Tobin in jail?

Because I think he's more
useful to us out in the world.

I appreciate your help.

I hope you get what you
need from the little prick.

Thank you for meeting me.

I miss you, Joe.

Kevin and Rachel, too.

How did your deposition go?

Oh, Lenny thinks I did really well.

Good.

She's not particularly
sharp, that woman.

Lenny tells me you still
won't visit your father.

Christ.

It would mean so much to him. It would
lift his spirits. Can't you just...?

Mom... no.

How's my grandson?

He's... he's fine.

When do I get to see him again?

I need you to tell me
everything you know.

He must have prepared for this.

I wish he had.

Did he leave us any money?

If he'd left us money, don't
you think he would have told you?

Damn.

Don't smoke another one.

You know...

when you, uh, said you
wanted to meet me...

I thought you were reaching out.

I am. I'm asking you to
tell me the truth about him.

And I have.

Thanksgiving night?

Who did he call?

I saw it.

Dad? You all right?

Dad?

Give it to me.

Who did he call?

I don't know.

We need to give them something.

We need to cooperate.

Otherwise, we can't clear our name.

Who did he call?

It won't make a difference.

Mom.

Please leave it alone.

If you don't tell me who he called,

you'll never see your grandson again.

You want the truth?

Here it is.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Have they found the driver yet?

Not to my knowledge.

Where's Detective Huntley?

Ma'am, he said, "Sit
tight." He'll be back.

Mr. Shayes?

Thomas Shayes?

It's the police.

Are you sure this is where
the car was registered?

What do you think these are?

Tom Shayes!

Hey.

Good to see you.

I was surprised you called.

I was organizing my contacts,
and I figured, "What the hell?"

So, how's life at Hewes & Associates?

It's good, it's, uh...
it's great, actually.

Uh, Patty's putting my name on the wall.

- Hewes & Shayes?
- Yeah.

That's fantastic! Congratulations.

Thanks. And you, you're... you're,
uh, working Narcotics at the D.A.'s?

Yeah, working on a
felony drug conviction.

Exciting.

Not at the moment. We're trying to get
a drug dealer to give up his supplier.

He's not biting?

I offered a deal, but
time's running out,

and we don't have enough leverage.

Well, you'll figure out something.

I've been wanting to
talk to you for a while,

to apologize, actually.

About what?

The day your son was
born, the FBI arrested

you and you missed his birth.

I hated being a part of that.

Well, in the end, you had my back.

Sorry.

Oh, shoot, my meeting got bumped up.

Where you headed?

You?

Downtown.

Mm. Well, good luck on your case.

And, you know, if you're up for
it, let's grab dinner sometime.

Yes, let's do it.

That'd be great.

I'll see you, Tom.

Okay.

Hey...

I know you didn't ask about it,
and I don't even know if you care.

About what?

Patty. God knows she'd
never say anything, but...

she'd love to have you back.

There's always a place
for you at Hewes & Shayes.

Thanks, Tom.

It's nice to hear.

But I've moved on.

Hi, Perry.

Yeah, uh, send him up.

You know, you really
shouldn't have come here.

Well, I couldn't go to your office.

My attorney wouldn't want me
to have any contact with you.

I can understand that.

I've ignored his advice
once as it is, so...

How's that?

I spoke to my mother.

She didn't tell you everything
that happened on Thanksgiving.

After he confessed to us, I
saw my father make a phone call.

He doesn't know I saw him.

Well, do you know who he called?

No, but my mother does.

I got her to...

give me this.

You recognize the number?

No.

Did you try to call it?

If this number has anything
to do with my father's fraud,

I don't want to know
who's on the other end.

So that's why you're here.

I assaulted a man, Ms. Hewes.

I assaulted a man.

I don't want to live like this anymore.

So...

if I give you this number,
I want something in return.

I want you to tell
the press and the D.A.

that I cooperated and
that I knew nothing...

and that I'm trying to help.

Well, if that turns out to be
the truth, it will be my pleasure.

Ms. Hewes, my father
and I were very close.

At least I thought we were.

Thank you for this.

I wouldn't get your hopes up.

My father didn't hide any money.

Man left us with nothing.

Yo, yo, what are you doing, man?!

Keep your mouth shut, asshole.

Jesus.

Goddamn!

Congratulations. Hundred bucks.

Donnie flipped?

He fired his attorney.
Now he wants to talk.

What happened?

Apparently, that supplier was
worried Donnie wasn't gonna keep

his mouth shut, sent a couple
punks over to threaten him.

They, uh, totaled Donnie's
Harley with a baseball bat.

Really?

But they didn't intimidate
him. It just pissed him off.

Doesn't make sense.

Just pushed Donnie
too far. It backfired.

Ellen... those guys
with bats, did you...?

Did I what?

You know.

Right.

Right.

Very nice.

Donnie joined your team.

Feel like I'm the last
person to know about this.

Who's the box from?

Patty, I guess.

You gonna open it?

I was thinking I might just toss it.

Come on.

You aren't curious?

Knock yourself out.

What's the occasion?

There isn't any.

What, she just sent it
to you for no reason?

Patty always has a reason.

Gonna keep it?

I can see you in there.

Why don't you come out?

Like to ask you a couple questions.

You guys cops?

Detectives Trammell and Huntley.

Huntley. That Irish?

Welsh.

All right, I'll trust a Welshman.

- Who you looking for?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy!

- All you gotta do is ask!
- What are you doing, man?

Okay, what do you got in there?

What are you looking for?

I only take cash.

How much for that?

No, no, no, no, no, no,
this beauty's not for sale.

Oh, no?

That's too bad.

Oh, come on, man.

Why don't you tell
us where you got this?

Joe.

Jesus.

What's going on?

I need you to come with me.

Hey, Tom.

It's Ellen.

Drinking alone.

I'm sorry, what was your name again?

Julian Decker.

Oh, right.

The sort-of architect.

Buy you another?

No, thank you.

Two bourbons.

What's with the puss?

Beg your pardon?

The face.

You look troubled.

I think you're just lonely.

Got no one to talk to.

And you're going to fill the void?

Crazier things have happened.

Not to me.

What's this?

My measurements.

Seriously, whose number is it?

Well...

I called Tom.

He told me I could find you here.

I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again.

So how's it going at the D.A.'s office?

Good.

Curtis Gates is a great boss.

He's very complimentary of my work.

I'm glad to hear that.

Yeah.

A dealer flipped in my narcotics case.

He gave up his supplier, and
I'm getting all the credit.

Congratulations.

The only problem is, I
had nothing to do with it.

No?

No, but I think you did.

I'm flattered, but
you're being paranoid.

I could have done it myself, Patty,

but I don't want to
work that way anymore.

Ellen, why would I
interfere with your case?

That's a good question.
Here's another one.

Why would you send me that gift?

I thought you'd like it.

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

You don't have to worry
about me. I forgave you.

All your secrets are safe.

So we can just get on with our lives.

Well, did you like the bag?

It's a $3,000

Chanel.

Yeah, I liked it.

Good.

I wasn't sure if it was your taste.

It's good to see you.

Patty...

If you want to talk to
me, don't play games.

You could just pick up the phone, call.

So you have no idea
where this came from?

I don't remember; it
might have been a gift.

A gift, huh?

It's not really your style.

Vic.

You want to look at this?

Excuse me.

Hello, son.

They're letting you leave the apartment.

Only to see my attorney.

Lenny arranged it.

I'm grateful that you came, Joe.

I know you don't want anything to
do with me, but we need to talk.

There's nothing to say.

Lenny tells me that you
wanted to go to the press.

You can't do that. You
are telling me what to do?

I want you to take care of the family.

The family?

Jesus Christ.

It's a little late to be worried
about us now, don't you think?

I know you hate me for what I did.

But I'm going to die in prison for it.

And I need you to provide for
your mother and your sister.

What the hell are you talking about?

We've got money, Joe.

What?

We do.

It's... out there.

Yeah, hello.

Who is this?

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Ms. Hewes, but, um...

Yes?

What are you not telling us?

This car accident is getting
a little more complicated.

What do you mean?

What's going on?

Well, Ms. Hewes, we found a body.

A body?

Whose?

A little left.

Good.

More.

Perfect.

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