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(gentle music)

- I'm after discoverin' this underground photo trade.

No one photographs the dead better than you, no one.

- I know you're thirsting for a big case, Fred.

But be smart about it.

- [Conall] McGloin had IRB connections.

He was up to his neck in debt.

- It's never the most obvious thing.

There's this Communist makin' a nuisance

of himself around town,

Czerny, and he's been fundin' his travels

by sellin' these photographs.

- [Photographer] You took a photograph from that album,

had a little private showing.

- I stole?

You stole it!

- Give yourself a whirl.

Percy's a sculptor.

And what is it you sculpt?

- [Percy] I'd sculpt you if you want.

- I need to be regarded as more than just a grave digger.

- So you don't want a job?

- No, I do.

- Hear him out, uncle.

- I'm a trustworthy fellow

and I shall be afforded that trust as your assistant.

Do I have that trust, Mr. Blennerhasset?

(dramatic music)

(people chattering) (dog barks)

(soft suspenseful music)

(baby crying)

(wood taps)

- Hello?

(wood taps)

(suspenseful music)

Conall?

Is that you?

(wood thumping)

Get away, go away!

Who is it, go away!

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

- Where's my camera?

Where's Molloy?

Molloy?

- He came in, he definitely came in.

But, then I saw two drunks fighting over a hat

outside the window and I got distracted.

- Oh spare me.

So, did you?

Did you not see him leave with my cases?

- I watched the fight and all.

Both drunks ended up with hats.

- Yes, I saw that.

Where did the second hat come out of though?

- I can't believe this.

I knew this was a mistake,

to take on a new assistant.

I knew it, I knew it was a bad idea.

- Uncle, there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

- My equipment has gone missing.

And my assistant is nowhere to be seen.

Now, I literally dragged that man out of the grave

and this is what I get?

That camera was very expensive.

- We should probably get a new one anyway.

The latest models are coming out faster

and faster these days.

You need to stay ahead of the latest trends.

- Well, when you're at the peak of your profession.

- Because you're awful at staying ahead

of photographic trends.

You need to variegate more.

- Nancy, this is not the time for variegation

This is the time for finding my camera.

- Maybe you should call down to his house.

What a wonderful excuse to visit.

- No, no, no, we're not going to that low part of Dublin.

It's full of squalor and vice

and everyone sittin' in it happily.

It's not our world.

- It's my world.

I'm from Labbard Lane.

- Yes, it is your world Carruthers

But you're trying to better yourself.

You bought a horse.

- This is ludicrous.

Oh, Carruthers can better himself but Molloy can't?

- Oh, he stole the equipment, mark my words, miss.

We know the sort.

- Of course you do, you're one of them.

- Labbard Lane.

- Look, I'll go down and see if I can find him.

It's a good excuse to see the Monto.

- Can't go there on your own, Nancy.

- All right, if that's the case.

You come with me then.

(Brock scoffing)

Think of all the mischief you could get up to down there.

- Think of all the diseases you could catch down there.

- Oh, we don't need to think about all.

- Listen, I don't want to hear another word from you.

Anyway, a man of my standing shouldn't be seen

in an area like that.

- You don't have to be.

Just stay in the carriage and keep an eye out.

- Well maybe I could, I could supervise.

- Good idea.

I'll get dressed.

(upbeat orchestral music)

(tack jingling)

- I really don't think that costume's a good idea

for many reasons.

- I want to blend in.

- You do spend a lot of time in your own imagination,

don't you Nancy?

- Oh yes.

- Well my dear, the streets of Dublin are not a fairytale.

- Don't worry Uncle, I picked up an idea

from Desmond Roth chap who kidnapped us.

- Please don't say that you-

- I've got a knife in my boot.

- You need to be careful.

Look, I just want you to be safe

when you're under my care, that is all.

- What about when I was a little girl?

When you sent me away?

- Oh it was just some trouble at the time.

You were too young to understand.

- Something happened to you, didn't it?

(melancholy music)

- I trusted someone I shouldn't have.

- And it caused you to close in on yourself?

You used to be so outgoing.

- Well, it's reminded me that I'm best left

to my own devices.

(curious music)

(dog barking)

- [Nancy] Are we here?

- Come on, let's find my camera.

You know best where to go yes?

- Well, I don't know where the little bastard lives

but I know where you can ask.

He says he drinks in Bulger's across the way.

- Excellent, you do that, you know the locals.

- You see that's the problem, sir

I'm barred on account of a few items I sold

that weren't as advertised.

- And what did you advertise, Carruthers?

- Rabbits.

- And what did you sell them Carruthers?

- Cats.

- All right Nancy, your turn.

And don't hang about.

- Is she supposed to stand out?

- Unfortunately not.

- [Patron] No, I told you before, we don't have!

- How are ya, love?

Violet's me name.

- Is it now?

- Yeah, it is.

- And you're meant to be what exactly?

- Well I'm a working girl, aren't I?

- Oh, of course, yeah.

How could you be anything else?

You look exactly

like all the other working girls around here.

- Well yeah.

I've actually just moved to the area.

- Oh, well, I bet you've pulled more Mickeys today

than I pull pints a porter, haven't ya?

- Well yeah, I have actually.

- Oh, I bet you have Violet, love.

- Now, onto the subject at hand,

I'm lookin' for a Conall Molloy.

I heard he drinks in here.

- That's what you think girls around here dress like?

That's what you think they sound like, is it?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause offense.

I was just trying a bit of a disguise.

Playin' a bit of a character.

Practice my acting.

- And that's what you called that?

- Yeah, any advice you could give me?

- Yeah, piss off, you're barred.

(upbeat music)

- Barred?

Yes!

- [Bessie] And don't come back!

- Nancy?

- Please, call me Violet.

- All right.

Why are you all dressed up like that, Violet?

- Am I too dressed up?

Damn, I really wanted to blend in.

- I'm just not sure it's the safest look around these parts.

- Oh, we're quite the Monto match, Percy.

- I'm just passing through.

I've got a class on Gardiner Street.

Very easy to find nude models around here.

- I can only imagine.

- And why are you down here?

- It's work related, tracking down some missing equipment.

Very exciting altogether.

- Well, please mind yourself.

It's a rowdy spot at the best of times.

- Don't worry, I've got a knife in my boot.

- Everyone around this part of town

has a knife hidden in their boot.

- Good, I'll fit right in.

- I'm not so sure about that.

Anyway, I best go.

(people chattering)

That Nancy girl, she's nice and all

but I'd really like to bring you

for a drink sometime, Violet.

- Well Percy, I'm sure Violet would love

to have a drink with ya.

She'd be thrilled with a rogue like you I bet.

But Nancy needs

a little bit more gentlemanly persuading than that.

You should write her a nice letter sometime.

(romantic music)

- I want four plainclothes men and I want guns on 'em.

- They're not gonna give you all that

to nick some drunk tourist peddlin'

a few obscene images.

- We'll round him up on the slight,

won't say nothin' to no one.

- I don't know if that's gonna-

- Ronnie!

I need ya up in Francis Street.

Robbery in Rolly's Antiques.

They've got off with some tidy snuffboxes, the bastards.

- I'll be needing to go up

for a small job this evenin', inspector.

- Is this the photograph trading gang

you were telling me about Ronnie?

- Yeah, I think so Bill.

- Look, Freddie, I can't be wastin' good men

like Ronnie here on drunk tourists peddlin' dirty pictures

down in the Monto.

You're a tidy book, he'll be well hopin' for the devil

if he causes a fuss.

- But I might need men for a raid, sir.

- There's no might about it Freddie.

If men are needed, men'll be issued.

All right Ronnie, let's skedaddle.

(suspenseful music)

- Farrelly, what are you up to this evenin'?

- Just goin' for a few pints.

- That makes two of us, boy.

(people chattering)

- She's been gone quite a while.

This place seems to be getting louder.

Should we go looking for her?

- I'm barred, I said.

(man laughs)

- I'm looking for Conall Molloy.

(cane taps)

I'm lookin' of Conall Molly.

- And who's askin'?

- Me, I am.

I have some questions.

- Answers don't come for free.

Or on tick.

- Oh right, yeah.

(coin clicks)

- [Patron] Whiskey please, Bessie.

- So, do you know him?

- I know him well.

- [Patron] Thanks love.

- Photographer.

- Isn't he more of a gravedigger?

- No, he's a photographer now.

He's well up in the world.

Not a gravedigger anymore.

- Well, he'll be goin' back to bein' a gravedigger,

mark my words.

Now, could you possibly tell me

where his photographer lives?

- [Patron] The usual there, Bessie?

- What does Conall do

that has so many people looking for him?

- Who else is lookin' for him?

- A very unconvincin' prostitute.

- I've misplaced my niece

and she's dressed as an unconvincing prostitute.

- That's her, yeah, she's barred.

And if you don't mind, I've work to gettin' back to.

- If I was to pay you some more money.

Would you possibly show me where he lives?

(suspenseful music)

- I take a 15 minute break every evenin'.

I'll give you that, no more.

- Very kind, thank you.

(people chattering)

(door creaks)

- Ransackin'.

Not a tidy one at that.

Looks like the work of the Mulgrews.

- Who?

- You know, the Mulgrew Gang.

- No, I don't think we move in the same circle somehow.

- They run these streets.

Well, three of them anyway.

- They run three streets?

- Oh, there's a lotta gangs around, sir.

Streets get divided.

The gangs do whatever they have to to stay ahead.

- And what would possess someone to create such a mess?

- Someone didn't pay up, I suppose.

- And what would happen to someone who didn't pay up?

- Ask this creature.

Cats.

- Am I still barred?

- Ya are, yeah.

And I'd stay well clear of Bertie Mulgrew if I was you.

- You don't need to tell me twice.

- What would the gangs want with Molloy?

- Look, you'll have to ask them.

I'm only a workin' woman on her break.

- Does everyone think that Molloy is a photographer?

- He'd be more regarded as a good drawer,

an artist, you know?

He gives free drawin' lessons to all the chiselers here.

Doesn't charge them a penny.

(suspenseful music)

- I wouldn't be gettin' mixed up with the Mulgrews, sir.

All right, I think it's time we get outta here.

- All right Carruthers, let's make haste.

I don't like the idea of her bein' around this dark place.

- Especially what she's wearing.

- Look Carruthers, Detective Regan.

He may be of assistance.

You wait here.

(door squeaks)

(door clicks)

- What now?

- I'm lookin' for a detective?

- I know I wouldn't be in the habit

of pointin' out undercover G-men

but I'm sure you have a good eye for one,

if you look closely.

Here, I'll get you a drink.

- Detective Regan.

- Fuck off will ya?

You'll blow my cover.

- I'm sorry, but there's been a crime, you see.

- It's too much money.

- Why don't you have one?

Another whiskey there please.

- I won't say no to a free whiskey.

- Of course you wouldn't, you're a cock man.

- Huh, what do you mean by that?

- Nothing.

- Why are you here, Mr. Blennerhasset?

- My camera's gone missing

and my niece has possibly gone missing also.

- Interesting.

I'm here on a photographic matter.

- Oh, and how is that?

- You tell me, buy me a fuckin' drink.

- I fucking warned you before

now fuck off, piss!

- Duffy, don't make me bar ye again.

- So I'm after getting a lead

on someone sellin' an item of interest.

So we set up and let me see it.

Oh fuck.

I'm gonna have to get myself out of position.

Now here, do you know that fella with the glasses?

- I'm afraid I don't, no, should I?

- So we make like we're talking right

and if a photograph is produced, give me a wink.

- Must I give you-

- Just a wink, all right?

Make it big enough that I can see it

but not so that he can.

- Very good.

Is he a photographer?

- Czerny Communist fucks.

He buys and sells quail photography, like yourself.

(ominous music)

Did you just wink?

- I'm not very good, it's been a while since I've done it.

I probably haven't done it since-

- Did you wink or not?

- Yes, I winked.

- Go, Farrelly!

(dramatic music)

(man grunts)

I'll take that.

- I did not create that picture.

- But you were tryin' to sell it.

That's good enough for me, boy.

(suspenseful music)

- Where's he gone?

Carruthers?

- Come this way, big man!

Carruthers said you're a photographer.

- Well, might be so, I'm looking for a photographer

in these parts by the name of Conall Molloy.

- Molloy, yeah, he's a photographer all right.

- Well, I need to speak to him.

- Yeah, I heard you been askin' around.

A load of people have been askin' around

but the only person you need to be askin'

is them ol' rude boys.

- And where would I find one of those?

- Ya just have.

Bertie Mulgrew, on your doorstep.

You see it's my job to keep an eye out

for potential trouble.

Like yourself.

So now, cameraman, march.

- [Brock] But listen, we don't need to do this.

- Don't make a scene now, right?

We're just goin' for a nice walk.

Isn't there a grand, stretchin' it all together.

- [Brock] Not so fast please.

- Martin's gone mad about the whole.

This the fancy man Carruthers was talkin' about?

- A photographer he says.

Might help gurry things along.

- Well, we don't need any more people

on the streets askin' questions.

Ma is vexed.

- Lift yourself up them stairs nice and fast, yeah?

- Can't get up them any faster,

that's why it's a called a limp.

- Mr. Czerny if you cannot tell me

where you got this photograph, I'll have to presume

that you were the person that took the photo.

- I stole it from an album at a party.

- Is this type of photography easy to get

where you come from?

- If you look in the right place.

- Well, ya better start lookin' soon

'cause you're not long for Ireland

and you can kiss my arse on the way out.

- But what if these photographs are real?

They're so easy to fake.

- Found this man dead by his own hand last week

and there sure as fuck

wasn't a camera set up in front of him

when we arrived.

Now, use the trip down to Dublin Castle

to have a little think about the truth

'cause I'm fuckin' comin' for it, boy.

(suspenseful music)

Farrelly, round up the boys,

we're goin' on a raid.

- No, don't go burstin' in now.

Didn't I tell ya she was vexed?

- Shut up, you.

Right, put our little friend down there a minute

until I see if it's safe.

(Brock grunting)

- Don't talk to any of them, all right?

- [Nancy] Uncle!

- Good evening, everyone.

- So good to see ya.

Have you been kidnapped too?

- I can't honestly tell.

There's been a lot of salty doublespeak.

I can't quite get my head around.

I told you to wait!

- Yeah well Bertie got to me first, didn't he?

- And why is he after you, Carruthers?

- Over some ferrets I sold him.

- And what did he really get?

- Cats.

- [Brock] So then you sent that bulldog after me.

- I had to give Bertie somethin'.

I told him I was waitin' for a photographer,

an associate of Molloy, so he waited for you.

- How very kind of you Carruthers.

- Well, we're reunited again aren't we?

- The little one's Molloy's sister, Lily.

- Oh.

- The gang kidnapped her like they kidnapped Molloy.

Isn't she a dote?

- Yeah, and she told me what you said about him.

The cheek of ya, ya lanky fuck.

- I did not accuse him of any-

- Coming from a low part of town

so he'd be more likely to steal.

- Nancy putting words in my mouth.

Anyway, how do you expect

to be believed in that get up, honestly.

- Yeah, not a hope.

- I'm disguised as a flash house girl,

that's the classier one.

The shilling house girls are the cheaper ones.

- It's the same job, Violet.

- Violet?

You've called yourself Violet?

(woman moans)

- Yes, well I just did it in order to better find Molloy.

Which I did, I might add.

So thank you Violet.

- Well, all I really want is my camera back.

Now why does your brother have it?

- He's a photographer.

- He is not.

I am a photographer.

His boss, Brock Blennerhasset, memorial photographer.

Now will someone please tell me

what the hell is goin' on?

- Right, so, Mr. Blennerhasset,

in these kip houses,

there's a lot of goin's on goin' on, yeah.

Am I paintin' ya a picture of.

- Intercourse.

- Exactly.

- Intercourse?

What sort of intercourse?

- Don't be gettin' too cozy here.

There's work to be done.

- Bertie, if I get ya the ferrets, will you let me go?

- You had your fuckin' chance.

(Brock grunting)

This is the other fella, ma.

- You have to be ridin' her slower than that Joe,

you can't be ridin' her fast.

You don't want to be blowin' up before we're done.

- Listen to the expert, Joe.

Or I'll cut your balls off and throw them in the Liffey.

(man grunting)

So, this is the other photo man come snoopin'.

You know the handiwork of young Molloy over there.

- Oh I know it well.

(woman moaning)

For I am his assistant.

I came lookin' for him and now I've found him.

I'm most happy to help.

- Ah, Blennerhasset, me good man.

- Molloy, what was it you were sayin' again

about pretendin' for the picture?

- The picture, the picture, the picture will blur if he.

(Molloy stuttering)

He has to stand there with his,

with his Mickey in her and hold the pose.

- He's gone soft now.

- I've gone soft again, missus.

- Stiffen up, Joe.

We haven't got time for soft Mickeys.

We have to get Bella back downstairs

before the army officers are out.

She's me best girl.

Can't be wastin' her all night on your spongy lad.

Now, lap up his (mutters) there Bella.

- This is not what it looks like.

- You'll have to ride her slower, Joe.

- They've taken my sister.

- [Minnie] Look how I have them mounted.

- Ah, you're a wicked woman, Mrs. Mulgrew.

Up on top of him there she is.

I would have never thought of that.

I have unwittingly left myself prone

to criminal gangs.

- Come on, we haven't got all day.

Right, on your knees.

Back at him from behind.

Look, ridin' like dogs they are.

- Nasty devil, Mrs. Mulgrew.

Exactly how the dogs

would be out in the street, ridin' away.

- We're not wantin' for options.

Stick it up into your hair a bit.

- You've too many candles, get rid of them.

- I know, I don't know what I'm doing.

I've been stalling for hours.

- Molloy, you've more candles than Christchurch.

Have the place done up beautiful.

Joe is as hard as we're going to get him.

Now take the photo like a good man.

- Yes ma'am.

- [Minnie] Good girl, you're doin' great.

- Please don't give me away.

I have to live around these people

but if you can just quietly give me

some advice at the moment.

- Fire you is what I should do.

But I'm willing to assist you in this shoot.

And hope that perhaps maybe we get out of here alive.

Now, let's liven up the process.

- You're gonna have to be harder than that, Joe, my man.

This is gonna take a while.

(bouncy inquisitive music)

- What about this?

- Yes, that'll do some damage.

- Look, why don't you just wait 'til they're finished

and they they'll let us go?

- Carruthers, look at how I've dressed, hm?

I look amazing.

What if they and coerce me

into some horribly explicit photographs?

- And me and all.

And probably you.

- What do you mean me?

- They'll probably have you in there.

Ridin'!

At knife point!

- So I should be facin' towards the camera,

kinda lookin' at it as if to say how's it goin' you know?

All seductive like.

- What say you, Blennerhasset?

Come on now, give us some of your perils of wisdom.

(Brock coughs)

- Bella, dear Bella.

Now, without a hint of movement you must speak

to the camera about passion.

- Passion, for Joe?

- Well, I'm sure there's some customers that you have

that you don't find attractive?

- Oh yeah, most all of 'em.

- Well, when you're engagin' with these people,

then do you feign interest?

- I do my best but I do get awful tired sometimes

and just lie down.

- Well, your face should not be in service to the viewer.

It should be in service to the act.

So, why don't you imagine

that you've been swept away on a sea of passion, hm?

So hold that, breathe, relax.

And enjoy the desire in the stillness.

Now stay in that moment.

Joe, keep up the good work.

All right.

(suspenseful music)

- Bella love, those nipples could be harder.

- That's it.

- All right.

We may get that Violet one in now.

- What? - Violet.

- Get a use out of her.

- All right Violet love, let's get you in.

(candlestick thunks)

- And that's for breakin' me ma's door, you bollocks.

(bed squeaking)

- I don't think we need another one, missus,

or, you know, any more for that matter.

- Now, I want a variety of pictures

that I can sell.

Small orgy maybe.

Bit of fiddlin'.

- It's Nancy.

- Curly, bring the old one in.

- That's Nancy.

- We need to get her out.

(suspenseful music)

- No, my brother's in there

and I'm not goin' home without him.

I don't care who I have to batter with a candlestick.

- Lily, sweetheart, we should really just get the police

because none of us have been very good

at rescuing so far have we?

- Well, what do you expect dressed like that?

- Yous aren't supposed to be out here.

- [Curly] Me fuckin' head.

- They assaulted young Curly and left

and on leavin' I decided to follow them

to see what mischief they were gettin' up to.

- Carruthers, you rat!

That's right, I've got a knife in my boot.

- Funny that, I've got knives everywhere.

- DMP!

(whistle tweets) We're not here for the ride.

- Ah, detective, you should've made an appointment.

We're all full up tonight.

- Ah, you will be doin' a roarin' trade

with us tonight Bertie.

Now, you wanna get outta the way

or are we gonna use your arse as a battering ram?

- You'll probably have to catch me first, big man.

- [Freddie] Get him!

- It's not as bad as it looks, detective, honestly.

- Wrong there, boy.

- Jesus.

The smell!

(melancholy music)

- Czerny, that Commie blackguard got his hands on this.

He was in here tryin' to sell it.

I got a tip off.

- You were lurkin' round outside

on your own again, were ya?

- I have eyes and ears everywhere.

- I wanted to be the first to corner the market

in dirty pictures in Dublin, that's all.

Harmless bit of fun, you know?

But there are things I won't trade in.

- Oh really, Minnie?

What is it you won't trade in, girl?

- A dark kind of image that would rattle a hard woman

such as meself.

I've been asked to provide images that would turn your gut.

That's what some people want.

Their darkest desires, preserved.

- And Czerny said he could get that?

- Money was what he wanted.

He shows up, asks if I'm lookin' for pictures,

he shows me that.

Picture of a fella lookin'

like he'd been tortured for the camera, wrists slit,

then snuffed out.

Whether it's real or fake,

it's nothin' I'm interested in anyway.

- Right, get this kip cleared out, do you hear me?

Your punters are gonna get shag all tonight

'til I get to the bottom of this.

You wanna be some peddler of photographic filth,

not on my watch, girl.

(Minnie scoffs)

- [Minnie] I want me photos.

- Yeah, I'll deliver the images, missus.

- He didn't look like that when I found him.

He'd been cleaned up, posed.

Murders, murders in front of the camera.

I knew it.

I knew somethin' wasn't right.

- How could an animal such as this

know his way around a camera?

I hate to say it but that's a well-taken photograph.

- Harry, take Mr. Blennerhasset's camera equipment

down to the Yard and we'll take a look at it.

- [Conall] I'll do it.

Just leave it, I'll do it.

(suspenseful music)

- [Freddie] Have you seen anything like this before?

- I just can't fathom it.

- Well it's easier to fathom when there's proof.

There ya are.

Brock Blennerhasset, pioneer of the daguerreotype,

at the forefront of photographic trends all his career.

Well, looks what's in front of ya.

Ya didn't see that trend comin', did ya boy?

But I did.

Huh?

Because some pictures shouldn't be taken.

(eerie music)

What a night.

What a bloody night.

- I was forced into the perversion

and it's lucky for you I did it.

- Lucky for me?

What, dragged down the streets by the Mulgrews.

And you better fix the door before ma gets home.

- You're a pervert.

- No, I'm not a pervert.

- Oh good, because I was wondering.

- Thanks for lookin' for me.

You shouldn't have.

- It was no problem, honestly.

- And you got all dressed up for it.

- It's a disguise.

- Well, the girls around here don't really dress like that.

- Yes, I've noticed.

We're all learning lessons today aren't we?

- Yeah, I suppose we are.

- [Nancy] Where's my uncle?

- Oh, he's inside.

I think he's gonna fire me

which is understandable, I suppose.

- What?

- Look, don't make a scene, Nancy.

No, I have had enough scenes for one day.

- You can't fire Molloy.

- [Brock] I'm sorry?

- This was not his fault.

- Oh no, I didn't mean it, I was just angry.

In fact, I was impressed with how you worked under pressure.

You've actually got a good eye, Molloy.

I've seen your sketches.

- You saw my sketches?

- Yes, very good.

So, when you're finished shouting

about your job to all the degenerates

and the criminals of your neighborhood,

then you can continue to work for me.

- I'd like to thank you sir for lookin' for me.

For protectin' me there, despite me foolish mistakes.

And I'd love to return the favor,

should you ever need it.

- Well, perhaps, yes.

Thank you Molloy.

And thank you Nancy.

(people chattering)

(eerie music)

(lock clicking)

(dramatic music)

- [Man In Black] Czerny.

- I did not mean to take the photograph.

I am not the one with the (mutters).

I do not know who owned it, it was in Canon's house.

Please.

(man gurgling)

- Here are images that flash into my head, fully recreated.

Remember, I used to tell you about them?

Like something bad is about to happen?

A presentement of death.

Well, I feel it now.

Like someone is about to die.

(people chattering)

- [Freddie] Now, Mr. Czerny, you and I are gonna have

a little conversation.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)