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Oi, Gary!

Clear it up!

Do you know anything
about them?

Yes, it´s got a wheel
at each corner.

You´re a lot of good.

No -- it needs

a new filter.

Well?

Bedfordshire Champion.

Congratulations.

Sir?

No, no, it´s the name
of the variety.

Bedfordshire Champion.

Oh, is that a hint,
Crabbe?

Would you like me
to grow some?

I´ve got just the spot.
Down there.

It looks wet.

Don´t I know it.

I could grow
water lilies.

Why don´t you
put a drain in?

What´s that?

I thought you were
a detective.

Well, why didn´t they
do it before?

Well, the drain had to be cut
on that side,

and my neighbor, Bill,
he had a crabby landlord.

Sorry.

Bill´s terms was
to keep the farm

exactly as he found it.

And now?

The landlord´s dead.

Keel.

Graham Carol Keel.

Did you know him?

You don´t forget
a man called Carol.

Keel!
"Even Keel," I called him.

He was a queer old coot.

Forbade me to do
so much as wash the windows.

The farm buildings
are unpainted.

We still use
Tamworth pigs

and Shorthorn cattle.

Oxford Down sheep.

It´s like running
a museum.

"The farm
that time forgot,"

that´s what my wife
calls it.

Doesn´t she like
living there?

Nobody lives
on the farm.

We live in Middleton.

Middleton?
Well, that´s hardly

what you´d call
convenient.

Oh, it´s all right.

We´ve got a nice, new house,

central heating.

Power shower.

Mains drainage.

The wife loves it.

I shouldn´t complain,
really.

I got a good deal
from Keel.

At least I won´t
kill meself working,

like a lot of farmers.

Now,
there´s a rare thing --

a man who´s satisfied
with his lot in life.

Mr. Crabbe here
is rather against progress.

Yes, I am, especially if
"progress" means Ocean Stix

and oven chips.

Reconstituted beef.

Frozen garden peas.

Barn hens.

Oh...now, isn´t that

a terrible
industrial process?

All those thousands
of hens,

cooped up
in the pitch dark

and then made to produce eggs
when somebody

throws a light switch --
it´s a living hell.

Now, if you´d have seen
my Castilians,

on the other hand --

He keeps hens.

It´s the only way
to be sure.

Okay, Bill.

Oops, I´ve got to go.

Sorry. Progress.

It´s amazing.

Wonderful.

My grandfather taught me.

Was he a waiter?

A waiter?

He was a butcher
in Milan.

One of Milan´s finest,
in fact.

So that´s it, then?

Ossobucco.

"Shin of veal,"
in these parts.

Chalk it up
as tonight´s special,

and thank you very much,
John.

Not so fast with
the chalk,

John, all these shins
need cutting thin.

You´re the chef.

I´m the waiter.

You do it.

Me? But I never knew
your granddad.

I´ll have a go.

Henry, don´t you
need those?

What?
Your fingers.

It´s perfectly safe.

Not that way,
it isn´t.

May I show you again,
Mr. Crabbe?

Please.

We´ve got
hidden talents

amongst us.

John´s been showing us

how to cut veal
the Italian way.

I´m going to feed
the chickens.

Excuse me.

Feed the chickens?

Speak to you in private.

Oh. Speak.

I want to have a special guest
in the restaurant.

Oh, consider it done,
Margaret.

Who?

And I want you
to eat with us.

Who?

Barry Wilkes.

Who´s he?

Chicken farmer.

Mr. Chunky Chicken.

Mr. Chunky Chicken, what,
the chicken gauleiter?

Absolutely not.

I can´t put him off
any longer.

Margaret, he keeps
20,000 chickens in one shed!

Cooking for him is like
cooking for

Heinrich Himmler.

He´s a very important client,
Henry,

I have to humor him.

So I do, too?

Some of my biggest mistakes
have been compromises.

But not with me.

All right.

Call it a day.

Bloody hell.

Oh, Barry,
that´s beautiful.

Take these, would you?

I´ll finish with the pie,
if you want to go off, chef.

Thanks, Steve.

Boots.

Sir, the Assistant Chief
is here.

What the hell
does he want?

It´s well past
his bedtime.

Sir.

Inspector.
How´s it going?

Steady, sir.

What exactly have we got?

It´s a girl,
aged about 18, sir.

She´s been preserved
by the nature of the ground.

It´s wet --
Is this police work,

or is it archaeology?

The archaeologist reckons

it´s police work.

She says the body´s
been here for over 10 years,

but less than 100.

She´s not a Viking.

The cadaver, sir.

Well, it´s the 10 years
we´d be more interested in.

Can´t she be more precise?

Well, if it´s not
court evidence, sir,

I think she´d say
20, about.

Get on the car phone
and get this --

get this number.

I´ll be down in a second.

You want
Commissaire Dupont.

She´s in parts, sir,

like a kit.

But, um...
we haven´t got all of them.

How much can you,

uh...assemble?

Oh, most -- we´ve got
a thigh bone, for example,

which puts her
at about 5 foot 6,

but we´re still missing
the hands,

head, and shins.

Keep digging.

If I weren´t
an expert in business,

the Chunky Chicken
barn run

would have snared
a fledgling owl.

Oh!

"Some chicken,
some egg."

That were
Winston Churchill.

Barry does his own
voice-overs on the ads.

Oh.
Chunky Chicken advertising.

You must have seen it
on the local telly.

I don´t watch it.

It gets them buying,
you know.

You should try an ad
in the paper.

Well, we don´t need to.

The restaurant´s
nearly always full.

So it must be

your margins.

Very astute.

Aye, and if there´s
one thing

I know about,
it´s margins.

I´m an expert,
and so is the lovely

Mrs. Crabbe.

Barry.

I know when the lovely
Mrs. Crabbe is worried,

and the only thing

she worries about
is you.

Me?

You´ve the face
of a happy man.

You´ve found

your proper vocation,
and let´s face it,

the food is brilliant
and the restaurant

is full.

Ish.

Pie in the Sky

is heaven.

So it must be your margins.

Hmm.

Wake up, nonce.

No rest for the wicked.

Fisher.

It´s the Chief Constable.

Was it that farm?

Yes, sir, he´s given us
some material

for the scientists to work on.

Are you compromised?

We don´t even know
it´s her.

Come off it, Fisher.

I am not compromised,
even if it is her, sir.

We convicted
the right man, end of story.

I hope you´re right.

Good night, Fisher.

I am an expert.

You are a saint.

"Some chicken,
some egg."

A good egg.

Hard-boiled.

Coddled.

No, you were a dream.

Diplomat.

Really?

Was I?

What have my margins

got to do with him?

Eh?

Where´s the file
on Claudette Thierry?

Thierry --
T-H--

I-E-R-R-Y.

French girl,
murdered about 1975.

Where?
Middleton.

She was doing a bit
of farm work

locally,
don´t you remember?

1975?
I would have been 8.

Assistant Chief Constable Fisher
has got it, sir.

Shall I tell him
you want it?

No, Constable, no.

Don´t do that.

I´ll get it later.

I´m sor--

Table for one?

Apparently.

By the window?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Can I fetch you
anything?

A kir, please.

And a small, clean plate.

Thank you.

Not yet.

Oh, would you
give that to the chef?

Yes, madam.

With the compliments
of Table 3.

What is that?

It´s...
it´s very earthy.

Very.

Well, what is it?

It´s a French truffle.

It´s a Périgord truffle.

So, what, what´s
the difference?

The Italian ones
are white and bigger.

Marianne!

Henry!

How --

how lovely
to see you!

What are you doing here?

Just passing.

Oh, ho, just passing.

Are you on leave?

No, I work in England.

Someone told me
you opened a restaurant,

so I thought, "Marianne,
if Henry Crabbe

has a restaurant,
you have to try this."

You do, you do.

Come on, come and see
the kitchen.

Are you cooking?

Oh, no, lunch
is finished now.

Wow.

Cheers,
see you again soon.

So.

This is retirement.

Is he
a good boss?

He´s a tyrant.

A perfectionist.

Of course.

The perfect kitchen.

Henry, it´s really
fantastic.

It´s really you.

Thank you.

Yes?

Mm-hmm.

It´s beautiful.

Mmm.

It´s very good.

Don´t get a taste
for it.

This stuff costs
how much per kilo?

Hmm, £300 to £400.

Table 6
is waiting.

What is this?

Truffle omelet.

Put it on the menu.

Marianne...

someone told you
I had a restaurant.

Fisher.

Mm-hmm.

He says you are
not actually retired.

They found a body.

I´d like you to come
and see.

Where?

A place
called Keel´s Farm.

You know it?

Hello?

Ah!

Marianne Dupont,
meet Margaret Crabbe, my wife.

Marianne is a Commissaire
of Police in Paris.

She and I worked
on a case together.

Oh, years ago.

He never mentioned you.

Well, I mean,
it was before we met.

Which case?

Uh, it was a murder.

I only ever met Henry
in a police station.

But this!
And you, his beautiful wife.

Now I see him
in a different light.

Lucky Henry.

Uh, PC Cambridge
is sitting

in a police car outside,
unless she´s

waiting for her omelet, too.

Well?

Been undisturbed
for years, I´d say.

So would I.

Henry, I hope you aren´t
a-wasting Christian kisses

on a heathen idol´s foot.

What?

Kipling, English poet.

Ted Strange.

Detective Inspector Strange,
Commissaire Dupont.

I know who she is.

So, Henry, what´s
Fisher got you up to?

Well, you tell me.

Replacing me,
I´m told.

Miss Dupont.

Henry was the original
case officer?

Fisher was.

Henry worked
under Mr. Fisher.

Want my advice, Henry?
You watch your back.

Thanks.

Would you excuse us?

Fisher´s up to something,
you know.

Yeah, but what?

Your signature´s not
on the confession.

No, my inspector
shoved me out

on a local inquiry while he
took the statement himself.

Oh, what a surprise.

Fisher, glory-seeking.

It´s how these blokes
get on, Henry.

Have you read
the file?

Not for some time.

Well, I have.
I´ll refresh your memory.

No body, no motive.

No description
of why he did it.

Just a bald confession
taken from a thick-headed

agricultural laborer --
"I killed her."

Yeah, but he was the last man
to be seen with her.

In a pub, wasn´t it?

Well, that could have been
you or me, but we wouldn´t

have fallen prey
to the persuasive charms

of Fisher, would we?

Meaning?

Henry, people are
going to start wondering,

"Is there something wrong

with the conviction?"

And if this stuff
starts flying,

who do you think Fisher´s
going to make it

stick to

Yeah.

Sir.

Found something else.

Not waving,
but drowning.

Will they be able
to get prints off that?

After 18 years,
I shouldn´t think so.

But they tell me
anything´s possible

with technology.

Is that
Claudette Thierry, sir?

You´re very well briefed.

Antennae.

Hmm.

Come on, let´s have a look
at those farm buildings.

You know,
once upon a time,

Assistant Chief Constable Fisher

was a mortal
Detective Inspector.

And I was his sergeant.

We were a good
detecting team.

Yes, sir.

No, no, we were
really very good.

So when Claudette Thierry
vanished in 1975

and a quick result
was required,

Fisher and I were given
the job.

So, if that is
Claudette Thierry --

Which we don´t know yet.

This is the end
of a journey

for you
and Mr. Fisher.

Sort of.

And that´s why Mr. Fisher
wants you to replace

Detective Inspector Strange.

Hmm, kind of sentiment.

Tell me, do you associate
the word "sentiment"

with Mr. Fisher,
Cambridge?

No, sir.

No.
Neither do I.

Oh, won´t someone
mind, sir?

No, nobody´s lived here
for years.

Oh, well.

Knock that window down,
Cambridge.

You really think
we should, sir?

Oh, come on, be an Amazon,
get on with it.

Come on,
get on with it.

Good, now pop inside
and open the door.

I can´t get in.

Come on.

Thanks.

This is a museum.

"The farm
that time forgot."

No phone,
no television.

Blissfully silent.

Have you been here
before, sir?

Briefly.

It´s a butcher´s saw.

See?

Double-cut teeth,
special blade,

thicker, rust-free.

Bit sophisticated
for a domestic kitchen.

You didn´t see this
when you were here before?

No, I wasn´t in here.

I was only ever
in the front parlor.

Well, come on, Cambridge,

Keel was periphery
to the inquiry.

There was no reason
to search the house.

Gary never even
stayed here.

Gary?

Gary Bourne.

Listen.

Probably just rats.

Shall we have a look?

After you, sir.

I wish I´d
seen this then.

Who are they?

Well, the older man
is Graham Carol Keel.

He owned this farm.

The younger one
is Gary Bourne,

itinerant laborer.

He was working
in this area

when the girl vanished.

Fisher convicted him
of the murder.

You might have asked
for the key!

Sorry.

This is a long way

from your restaurant,
Mr. Crabbe.

Yeah, well, my other life.

I know.

Henderson told me.

You ever been
in here before?

Only to dust.

Has it ever changed?

No.

Has anyone else
ever been in here?

No, I´ve got
the only key.

When did you take over
Keel´s farm, Mr. Wilson?

Uh...1980, when the farm
became too much for old Keel.

It came direct
from him to me.

What, he worked it alone?

Oh, with a vengeance.

He only took on casuals
when he needed to.

I mean, no friends?

No.

And no hint of all this?

What, bodies?

No, I mean, I´m not
a brave man,

but if I´d known anything
like this was going to happen,

I wouldn´t have touched the farm
with a barge pole.

Are you in charge?

You look a bit
hot and bothered, Henderson.

I am, they´re digging up
bits of someone

next to my bottom field!

Yeah, so?

So? How can I work,
knowing every time

I turn a sod over, I might
come up with an ear?

Or a nose.

Or a foot or something.

No, we´ve got the feet.

It´s my land they´re
interested in, not yours.

That´s not the point!

I´m being inhibited!

I´ll have to ask
for compensation.

Ah...set aside.

That´s a countryman´s joke,
right?

We´re in this together, Bill!

Who´ll want your spuds
when the eyes

in them might just
be that

No, we haven´t got
the head.

Really love the head.

Please.

Sir?

Is that her?

Yep, that´s her.

That´s Claudette Thierry.

Well?

Really upset Ted Strange.

How about the body?

My guess is, it´s her.

Good, then we can
tie the whole thing up.

Not necessarily.

Surprise me.
Why?

Where did you
get these?

Keel´s farm.

He´s got a hoard of them.

Photographs,
cuttings, clippings

for years after
her death.

Bloody hell.

They look quite friendly
there, don´t they?

I can´t imagine Gary
trying to kill someone

on Keel´s farm without Keel
actually knowing about it.

So Keel was in on it.

We missed one.

We?

You went to the farm,
Henry.

You interviewed Keel.

But not Gary.

That´s right,
I interviewed Gary.

You may have noticed,
for the last 18 years,

Gary´s been in the chokey.

What are you
suggesting, sir?

You forget, Gary was
an itinerant laborer.

He worked on a dozen farms
round here.

I interviewed
all the farmers,

but you wouldn´t let me
interview Gary.

So how could I know
if one of them

was his friend?

That´s right, Keel
was his friend, wasn´t he?

We missed one.

Excuse me, sir,
the Chief Constable

is on the car phone
for you.

Sir, it´s just that.

Meaning?

Meaning, if I´ve missed one,
it´s a problem,

but if you´ve had
the wrong man in jail

for 18 years,
it´s a disaster.

Unh-unh. We.

"We."

Bone saw, saw bone.

See for yourself.

Here, here...

and here.

Points of comparison.

The teeth are a mechanical fit
for the marks.

That saw cut that bone,
without a doubt.

It´s in remarkably
good condition.

Only the bone
was under the ground.

I was wondering if you
could tell us

about the user of the saw.

Like what?
Post code?

Color of eyes?

Has a right-handed edge.

And a right

Habitually.

Can I?

Help yourself.

Positive I.D. from Paris.

It´s her.

Not fingerprints,
surely?

No, she was wearing
a ring

Claudette´s mother
gave her.

This is Keel´s famous
kitchen saw?

Mm-hmm.

Well!

That´s that, then.

I´m sorry, Henry.

Will you tell Fisher,

or will I?

Why don´t you tell him,
Marianne?

"Sorry"?
What did she mean by "sorry"?

Gary confessed to Fisher

and was convicted of the murder
of Claudette Thierry.

But he never told anyone
where the body was.

Now, apparently, we´ve found
Claudette´s body.

Unfortunately,
it´s been cut to pieces

by that saw over there.

The problem is, it belongs
to Keel, not Gary.

I see.

So Gary´s confession
lacks something --

the name Keel, at least.

One step at a time.

The ring was mass-produced.

Not proof positive
it´s the girl.

What, two murders
on one farm?

Yeah, it´s unlikely,
isn´t it?

No, I think you´re right.
One step at a time.

What do we need?

A fingerprint.
There´s no chance of that.

No. What´s next?

Well, your friend there
brought dental charts.

A jaw would be easiest.

Well,
we haven´t got that.

The field´s been

scraped bare.

We have to have it.

Go back to the excavation
and gee them up.

Yes, sir.
Where will you be?

I´m going to be in what
Mr. Fisher calls the chokey.

Oi!

Here.

What do you reckon
on this, chum?

It´s an old sock.

Yeah.

I just dug it out
of the top of this field.

I don´t suppose
we´re looking for socks.

There might be another.

Oi, Sarge?

How did you
get that cut?

Fell.

How?

Slipped.

Slipped and landed
on your head?

That´s right.

Uh-huh.

Why are you
working alone?

Other prisoners have
got me down for a nonce.

Nonce?

Sex offender.

I´m not.

But you are here
for killing Claudette, Gary.

Why did you kill her?

You know, what you need
is some parole, Gary.

That may be.

You´d be a cert
to get it, you know.

Of course, you´d have to
confess everything.

If I admit I did it,
do you think I´d get it?

Yes -- but you´d have to
tell us where the body is.

I don´t want parole.

I´ve read your confession.

It´s very short
on detail.

Why did you kill her?

Where is the body?

Gary, Graham Keel
is dead.

Keel is dead.

And we found a body
on Keel´s farm.

Now, why don´t you tell us
what happened?

Those chickens
are layers, aren´t they?

We get what we´re given.

Aren´t they
too tough?

Just cook ´em
a bit longer.

Of course.

Remember, you can
speak out now, Gary.

Keel is dead.

Graham dead?

Yeah.

That´s a picture
of you and him, isn´t it?

Claudette must have
taken this one, no?

Wouldn´t know.

Well, someone did.

You are both in it.

Look, we need a positive
identification, Gary.

We´ve found the body
of a woman

in the four-acre field
at Keel´s farm.

Now, is it Claudette?

Four

That´s right.

Is it her?

Is it Claudette, Gary?

I don´t know.

Well, you must know!

How can you not know?

Been in here
for 18 years.

Well, why did you say
you killed her?

I don´t know.

Where did you dig
and where did you

put the body?

It´s okay, Gary.

That´s enough.

Hello, Henderson,
what´s going on here?

I gave the sergeant
permission for your chaps

to search me field.

Is something wrong?

Well, that´s not
for me to say.

That´s right.

I mean, the sergeant
is in charge.

I suppose you´ll have to
double-dig this corner

before you can use it.

You know, blue suits you,
Miss Cambridge.

Sarge?
Over here.

What is it?

Well...let´s hope
it´s the head, Henderson.

So why did he
lie to Fisher?

He´s weak, suggestible.

He said what he thought
Fisher wanted him to say.

Well, if that´s true,
there´s no reason

for you to shout
at him.

I did not shout!

Hmm.
Very clever.

I think you´ve been
a donkey about this

from the beginning, Henry.

How?

Stubborn.

The fact is, Fisher
convicted that man

on nothing more
than a confession.

No body, no motive,
no description

of how it was done,
just hands up,

"I did it."

That could only happen
in England.

Oh, I don´t know
about only.

And now, 18 years later,
when the body is found,

Fisher puts you in charge
of the investigation --

the only man in England

whose reputation will suffer
as much his would.

You, Henry.

You and Fisher don´t see,

because you
don´t want to see!

See what?

Keel murdered Claudette,
not Gary.

He cut her up
and buried her.

I´ve already thought
of that.

And you and your stupid boss

convicted Gary for it.

This is a cover-up
of British police incompetence.

That would be a feather
in your cap, wouldn´t it?

That´s why you came
tearing over here from France.

Got nothing to do
with Claudette Thierry.

There´s something in it
for you, isn´t there?

What is it?

A big new job
in the Ministry.

Tell me it´s not her.

It´s her.

That dental record
and that jaw

belong to each other.

They´re twins.

Jumeaux, I suppose
we must say.

Hello, Claudette Thierry.

Damn!

I´m afraid it gets
worse, sir.

Would you have a look
at this, please?

This is the blade
of the saw

we found
at Keel´s farm.

It´s the same one
that was used

to cut up the body.

So?
They both had access to it.

Only Keel was right-handed.

These cuts are
right-handed cuts,

made by a right-handed man
using a right-handed blade.

Gary Bourne
is left-handed.

Profoundly left-handed.

I´ll go and wash
some beakers.

Damn!

You don´t suppose
they murdered him together?

They could.

But didn´t, eh?

No.

Keep getting all this
evidence about Keel,

and there´s nothing on Gary
except that confession.

Damn!

Why did he confess?

Probably because you
persuaded him to, sir.

It´ll be in all
the newspapers.

I´m not
a Detective Inspector.

This job´s political,
Henry.

You don´t come back
from mistakes like Gary.

You know,
Marianne accused you

of bringing me on this case
to help with a cover-up.

It would have been nice.

I thought she was
a friend of yours.

So did I.

But you can always
change your mind about people.

Now, if you´ll
excuse me, sir,

I´ve got to get back
to my restaurant.

Your friend is here.

Well, I´m busy.

That´s not what
you said before.

Look, there´s a limit
to loyalty,

and he´s gone
way beyond it.

I don´t care what he can do
for my margins,

I do not want
to be lectured

in front
of his little friends.

I´m very happy
with me in here

and him out there.

Not him.

Her.

Ah.

I´m sorry, Henry.

I was rude.

I´m truly sorry
to say these things.

Thank you, Marianne.

Can you forgive me?

Excuse me, Henry.

Don´t worry.

I´ll get my own back.

Excuse me.

"Chercher la femme,"
eh, Henry?

"Cherchons la femme"
is what Dumas wrote.

I´ll introduce you.

She´s a cracker.

She is that, all right.

A word.

The two I´m with
are possible investors.

In?

Come off it, Henry.
In this place.

Put a bit of money in,
buy some smarter furniture,

build up a posh
wine list,

and improve your margins.

I´m not open
to investors. Right?

Marianne, allow me
to introduce

Mr. Barry Wilkes.

Your penance is
to have lunch with him today.

Oh, he´s a wag.

I´ll give you
a lovely time.

Henry.

John?

Um, when you´re free...

Made for each other.

Cut that.

How?

Any way you like.

Why?

Just cut it.

You opened that bottle
of wine left-handed.

Well, I am left-handed.

Oh, and the scissors?

Are right-handed.

It´s a right-handed world,
Mr. Crabbe.

But you used that saw
to cut the veal right-handed.

Well...

this saw has
a right-handed edge.

If a left-hander uses it,
he´ll blunt the teeth.

And this?

Has the edge
on the right-hander´s side.

If I use that with my left hand,
I´ll blunt it.

And Mr. Crème Brûlée,
over there, would be

a little browned off at me
if I did that.

What did you say?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Gary.

This is Mr. Fisher.

Remember him?

Gary?

I took
your statement,

Gary, at the time.

I was the investigating officer
on the case.

I know.
Old Fish Eyes.

You shouted
at me.

I doubt it.

You did.

Well, it was
a long time ago.

Now, Gary,
we´d like you

to cut that
piece of bone.

Go on.

Why do you use
your right hand, Gary?

Edge is on that side.

Taught not to take
the edge off.

Just like your chap.

Who taught you not to take
he edge off, Gary?

He were very particular
about his tools.

Who was?

Graham Keel.

He employed you?

Aye, sometimes.

Was he your friend,
as well?

Yeah.

Did he help you?

Aye.

Did he show you how
to cut the girl up, Gary?

Don´t worry, Gary,
You can´t hurt him now.

Nobody can.

Yeah.
Graham showed me.

It would have saved
a great deal of trouble

if you´d told us this
before, Gary!

Who killed Claudette,
Gary?

I did.

Why?

She screamed.

What made her scream?

Me.

Only wanted to be friends.

She screamed.

The noise, noise.

I had to stop her screaming.

Who got rid
of the body, Gary?

I did.

Just you?

Nobody asked me that
before.

Just you?

Graham, as well.

You should have told us
at the time, Gary.

You should have given us

the whole story --
at least her family

would have had
the body.

I couldn´t.
Why?

Didn´t know where
the body were.

Graham buried her alone.

Then you should have told us
about Keel.

I couldn´t.
Why?

He were my friend.

That´s it, then.

You can do it.

Ossobucco
on the menu.

Or "shin of veal,"
if you´re fussy.

Nah.

I´ve gone off it now.

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