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Im actually frightened to walk the streets now.

Not just in the night, but in the day.

Im actually scared to walk down my own street. Its scary.

I dont feel safe. Its just knowing these people are out there.

I mean, they could be anyone, the man sat next to you on the bus.

Crime is everywhere and the police cant do anything about it.

- Morning, boss. - Good morning.

- Oh, God, whats he doing back? - Morning.

Sir.

- Morning, sir. - Good morning.

I was never really sure

about that whole algorithm spreadsheet fandango.

- Thats why they got rid of him. - Heres some good news, though.

Ive found a very promising young Aussie CC.

Hes making mincemeat of the crime stats down in Adelaide.

- Are you kidding me? - No, hes brilliant. Look.

What are you doing here? Leave something behind?

Yeah. My desk.

I dont think so.

This goes back to the 80s. Its inventory.

Are you in receipt of my written resignation per my T of Es?

Cos I dont have a notice of dismissal from you.

Until one of those things happens,

thats my desk youre crumbling your cookies and tea on.

You told me youd accepted a role in Houston.

You quit, Bill.

I just unquit.

I dont want to be a foreigner in my own country.

I live in England. Im an English person.

I remember when Boston was a community.

Now were no longer in control.

We earn money, we pay taxes, why do you blame us?

Voila!

Phase two, the Hixon parallax.

I have no idea what you think youve just done.

When new cases come in, where do you put em?

On top of the old ones.

Ensuring that the old ones, the tough ones, get forgotten.

Whats on top now?

The Holy Arsonist.

Four church halls, three C of E schools

and the whale in the Wash Aquatic Centre.

Great, whats next?

The Threekingham Monster.

Yeah. Likes to kill old women in their beds.

Who says crime cant be fun?

Next.

The Boston Bandit.

- Thats a good name. - Youre full of shit.

This shit works. Cops dont want to pay attention to these cases,

they want to ignore them.

Like a bill that slips behind the refrigerator

that they dont want to pay. Well, now they cant ignore them.

Theyre going to see these red cases morning, noon and night.

Sake...

And theyre gonna have to pay the bill.

What a dick.

Sorry, Sarge.

Erm...

You were the SIO for the Bandit.

Weve been told to familiarise ourselves with the red cases.

Yeardsley, isnt it?

The Bandit.

Five armed robberies in four-and-a-half years.

Isolated minimarts and sub-post offices.

No prints, but weve got a DNA profile off his getaway car.

And that was after the Claxby robbery?

Claxby was a mess.

He shot the postmaster in the leg

and collided with another driver three miles out on the B327.

Eric John Ross.

From his injuries, it seems Eric got out of his car

after the smash and the Bandit...

Ran over him repeatedly and mashed him to porridge.

Hes thorough like that.

He wasnt going to leave Eric Ross alive to identify him.

You can keep following me if you like, Muriel,

but youre gonna end up in the gents.

Oh, Im-Im sorry, sir.

Thank you.

Ive heard good things about you, DC Yeardsley.

People talk about good cops and bad cops.

But in my experience, its them and us.

Cops and annoying fuckers with whiteboards and red markers.

Right, then, for anyone coming in or out of Boston

this week, youre gonna hear the music of the Piano Man.

Hes a homeless bloke...

I tell you, this shows us theres more to homeless people

than a sleeping bag.

Theres 320,000 homeless people in this country...

This guys a genius.

Hes a loser.

I cant believe you let me quit piano lessons.

Hang on!

Hang on...

"I will never blame Dad for letting me quit the lame-ass piano.

"Love, Kelsey."

I was 11. Who listens to an 11-year-old?

You really are a shitty parent.

Excuse me.

And if we are actually staying,

you might actually unpack Moms things.

Are you all right, love?

What are you doing here, Krasnov?

Ah. So cute.

What do you want?

200 grand in debt, this little farm.

Yeah, Im sorting that.

I bought the debt.

Why did you do that?

They shouldnt have to leave their home, your mum and dad.

No, I dont want any favours off you.

Nobody knows his name,

nobody knows where he comes from.

Hes like Bostons Beethoven, isnt he?

Does he speak?

My mate Laura reckons hes one of them amnesiacs.

These are the personnel files you requested.

Wait a minute, I said I wanted a breakdown of all staff and officers.

And anyone else you can cut cheaply.

Yeah, I know what you asked for. Find it yourself.

Thats a terrible noise.

Oh, that? Thats the Romanian bloke from the train station.

East Midlands Rail have him on Facebook Live.

Child prodigy, apparently.

A cleaner reckons hes a Finnish amnesiac.

Who gives a shit?

Wow, not a music lover, then.

Are you all right?

I never talked to my daughter about her mother.

The time was never right, and...

Now do you think if I open that box, its a good thing or a bad thing?

Well, in my experience, we have em between the ages of three and eight.

Before three, they dont know what youre saying.

After eight, they dont care. So, whatever you do...

Like letting her quit the piano, so shes not reminded of her mother.

Look, I know it was you that sent the video.

You dont like me. I would have done the same thing.

But Id like to know where you got it.

So would I.

But the e-mail address didnt trace.

Look, I didnt send it cos I dont like you.

I mean, obviously, I dont like you.

I sent it because I know youre bad for this place.

Ive been three times to see him.

Do you fancy him?

I think hes quite good-looking

if hed just smarten himself up a little bit.

Why dont you play something we know?

This is fucking rubbish.

Change it.

Argh! Argh!

Argh! Get off me!

Urgh!

Shit!

"Police beat up street musician."

Wild Bill, hey?

- Sorry? - Christ...

Have you seen social media, hey?

#Fascist Pigs.

#Free Piano Man.

#Thats what you get for hiring a Yank with a reputation for violence.

Just a minor pain in my ass.

Arse.

With an "R".

You want to stay in the country, learn the bloody language.

And clear up all this shite.

So, you really dont remember your name?

I told you, the first thing that I do remember, I was on that bus.

Wow.

Next thing I know, I was in the sea.

Shall we get some air?

Yes.

Were not charging you.

We want to help. Youre a missing person.

But Im not missing, am I?

Im here.

We could run your DNA through the national register.

DNA?

Can I think about it?

He wont do it.

Of course.

Theres a lot of reasons someone might not want their DNA taken.

Yeah. Cos theyre hiding something.

Yeah, or hes justifiably nervous.

You know, there could be all sorts of people waiting for him.

Good people, bad people...

Victims, accomplices...

- Or a wife and kids. - Buried in the backyard.

We know he has a temper.

Yeah, he does seem troubled, but...

Thats the fugue state thing, right?

- His amnesia. - Hes running from something.

Why else would he wash up here?

You dont like him.

It would just be very helpful to me if he were guilty of something.

I suppose, if he doesnt want his DNA taken,

theres not much we can do about it.

Excuse me?

Im looking for TCR Max.

Its a biotech start-up.

Google sent me here.

Googles always right.

Im Max. But Im not customer facing tonight.

Were closed. Anyway, my blood glucose is 140.

Im the only genomicist in Lincs for thoroughbred profiling.

So, what are you?

Stud?

Racer?

A sperm broker, yeah?

A sperm...?

Er, no.

Im a cop.

And as you say, you have the only DNA lab east of Grantham.

If you can DNA Seabiscuit...

you shouldnt have a problem DNA-ing this guy.

Did someone recognise me from YouTube?

I dont know.

The Chief says he wants it to be a surprise.

- Are you nervous? - Yeah.

Im gonna walk in that door and find out who I am.

Im the Chief Constable.

Which...? Which one is it?

Who-Whos come for me?

- I have. - What?

Youre under arrest for armed robbery,

- contrary to the Theft Act of 1968. - No!

- No, I... - Youre also under arrest

for the murder of Eric John Ross. You dont have to say anything.

- Hes the Boston Bandit? - Him?

Oh, shit!

Incredible work, sir.

How did you know? The Boston Bandit?

Did a victim ID him off Facebook Live?

No.

So, what have we got, sir, like, evidence?

Not a goddamn thing.

But youre sure it was him?

100%.

I just need you to go prove it.

Start with his DNA. Go from there.

Do you recognise him?

It seems you didnt want him to recognise you, either.

You reversed over him.

A right mess.

I suppose your blood was up.

Youd just robbed the Claxby Pluckacre Royal Mail

customer service point.

Robbed a post office?

You shot the postmaster, too.

Sign this.

Only 10% of the population can use their left.

The Bandit could use both, like you.

Get off me!

I did this, didnt I?

I need to hear all about it.

I need to know what I am.

The armed robber targeted remote businesses, like Mr Chana.

He entered masked, shot out the security cameras,

took the money from the safe

and left the staff menaced and terrorised.

The robbery at Claxby was a particularly nasty attack,

as the robber discharged his weapon directly at Mr Chana,

leaving him with a life-altering injury.

This is a direct result

of us prioritising serious unsolved crimes.

Red cases, as we call them.

I am today announcing phase three.

Going forward, anyone arrested by my force

will have their DNA taken, collected and sampled

against any outstanding crimes that are keeping our citizens awake.

Chief Constable, youre not worried about an invasion of privacy?

Let me think about that for a minute.

No.

- Too right, Chief Constable. - Thank you very much.

The Boston Bandit is quite a coup, Mr Hixon.

So whats he like, then, the Piano Man?

That is an awfully cute way to describe a guy

who shot up five post offices,

stole a combined total of ?300,000,

murdered an innocent man by crushing him to death

with the wheels of his car.

He shot off that mans leg.

See?

Its personal for officers.

You did really well, Dad.

A nice plug for the minimart, too.

Hes your dad?

Why didnt you tell me? Why didnt anyone tell me?

My fathers a proud man. He never wanted any special treatment.

And you were OK with this case just sitting in a file unsolved?

What, you think we didnt try to catch him?

That man came into my home and almost killed my dad.

Well, you should have told me.

This place...

Its so small, its like fucking Fraggle Rock.

What am I doing here?

Making a difference.

Presumably, for the first time ever.

Thank you.

I must say, I was surprised you called.

Well, you are the Crown Court judge. Im the Chief Constable.

I thought we might work together.

Oh... Fine.

Well, if thats what this is,

I suggest you call and make an appointment with my clerk.

I dont work after five, Mr Hixon.

- I thought this was a date. - Well...

Well, hang on. This could have been.

Hello?

I didnt have you down as a crooked cop, Muriel.

What are you talking about, Krasnov?

You really didnt know?

A smart girl like you.

How was your American so sure that man is the Bandit?

- I mean, he must have had... - Evidence?

DNA perhaps.

Where would he have got a sample of his DNA?

So, thats how he did it.

Its inadmissible, right?

I mean, cross-contamination, no probable cause.

Thats where you came in.

He needed a result and you got him one.

I didnt expect that.

But its been a while.

Well, what you lack in finesse, you make up for with enthusiasm.

Thats not what I meant.

I meant, its been a while since Ive been on a proper date.

I thought you said this wasnt a date.

I only agreed to come cos I thought it was a professional get-together.

Youre going to be far too easy to tease.

So...

- Whats he like, then? - Who?

The Piano Man.

- What do I care? - Because its important.

How does a man get from there to here or here to there?

I dont care about him.

I just care that hes a notorious red case

we get to wipe off of our board.

Well, Id want to know.

And I will want to know.

Boston Bandit or Piano Man...

.. who is he?

Youd better find out.

See you in court.

Hes not in here!

PC Drakes!

Sir?

Get an ambulance!

Now!

Well, you seem OK.

Next time you decide to kill yourself,

do it on somebody elses time...

Piano Man, or whatever the hell your name really is.

Si.

- What? - My name...

is Si,

or at least I think it is.

Si?

As in Simon?

As in psycho?

What else do you remember?

You had the dead guys picture in your hand. What was that, a trophy?

Was that guilt? Is that why you tried to kill yourself?

Do you know what its like to find a suicide?

Cos I do.

Im sorry.

I didnt think.

I just wanted out.

I think I know him.

Who, the victim?

Eric Ross?

At least, my soul does.

- You mean your conscience. - Maybe.

Is that what you think?

What the hell do I have to do with any of this?

Well, you saved me.

I thought youd help me figure out who I am.

The same MO every time. Brilliant. The simpler the better for a jury.

The Bandits as good with his right as his left,

just like Piano Man.

Weve got him on camera. Brilliant.

Weve got his DNA and blood from a Nissan. Brilliant.

- He must have cut himself in the crash. - Brilliant.

Robbery, road rage, murder.

All set, then, Chief.

- Chief? - Brilliant.

Brilliant is what you are, sir. This is all down to you.

See you all at the bail hearing. Itll be very short and very sweet.

Brilliant.

Are you all right, sir?

The Bandit pulverised Eric Ross.

He blew off Barrys leg.

Yeah. He panicked at Claxby, they reckon.

Does the Bandit seem like a panicky type to you?

Well, maybe he is just a mad psycho bastard.

I mean, he did try throttling that kid.

Yeah, but hes not a mad psycho bastard.

Look at him.

I-I dont think hes our guy.

But weve got a DNA match, sir.

I know. As good as with his left as his right.

Do you really buy that?

Hey, nice shot, Sean.

Ah, noisy German things.

I fucking hate guns.

I wanted to pick your brain about the Bandit.

I mean, so what if he changed his hands?

Everything else is exactly the same every time.

Well, no.

I mean, no-ones gonna change their shooting hand.

Its not like some rap video.

You can only aim true with one side.

- Your dominant side. - His is sawn-off.

He doesnt need to aim. Point and shoot.

Oh, Id like to see you try that, cack-eye.

What, taking those cameras out first time, every time?

I dont see you shooting bulls-eyes any more.

Here...

I damaged my optical nerve representing the force.

Oh, yeah, playing rugby sevens against West Lincs Constab.

Oh, piss off.

I dont know why youre wasting your time with PC Pillock here, Muriel.

You and Jack Sparrow over there

can convince yourselves all you like,

but summats skewiff.

And if you cant explain that,

any decent brief will fill you full of holes.

Here you go.

The Bandits greatest hits.

As good with his left as he is with his right.

Yeah, well, thats what we thought.

We were wrong.

Look, if we put them in chronological order...

Look, everything before and including Claxby, hes left-handed.

Everything after is right.

Something happened at Claxby.

Of course something happened.

He shot my leg off!

Urgh!

Bastard eBay.

Itll be the death of me.

But why did he shoot you, Barry?

I mean, he didnt shoot any of the others.

He panicked, didnt he?

Well, he never did before. He never did after.

So, why do you think, genius?

It was always the same.

Five post offices, in and out.

Apart from this one day. Something changed.

He shot you. He crashed into Eric whats-his-name.

Maybe something happened to his arm during the crash, but...

Why did he crash?

I mean, the Bandits ice, ice, baby.

And then, one day, a bloodbath, blasting your leg off,

grinding Eric Ross into mincemeat.

Get out of my shop.

Im calling my daughter.

- I said get out! - Im sorry, Im sorry.

- Mr Chana, I didnt mean to... - Out!

Right, Im going. Im going.

Im sorry.

Lydia, its Dad.

Yeah, its, er, its Muriel.

Shes here in the shop asking questions.

Mr Chana had a gun for protection.

He shot at the Bandit.

- Jesus, Dad. - You shot at him?

Good for you.

Not so good, sir. Its illegal.

Self-defence.

- And he was halfway out the door. - Shut up, Dad.

Any weapon thats carried for self-defence

is an offensive weapon by law.

I presume Mr Chana knew that, thats why he didnt report it.

Its not like I killed him.

Are you sure?

Yes! I saw blood.

Maybe thats why he crashed.

He was wounded.

The doctors checked him. No bullet wounds on Si.

Shit!

What now, sir?

The Crown believes we have a very strong chance of conviction.

We have the suspect on CCTV.

DNA evidence links him to the getaway car, the robbery

and to the murder of Eric Ross.

And hes not exactly pleading innocence.

Are you ready to enter a plea, Mr Si?

How-How can I?

I dont remember.

If you dont remember, you cant plead guilty.

Im recording a plea of not guilty.

Hearing date to be set for three weeks time

to allow for psychological evaluation.

How do the police feel about bail, DS Blair?

Or need I ask?

East Lincolnshire Constabulary has grave concerns...

East Lincolnshire Constabulary has no objection to bail.

You what?

No fear of flight or further offences.

I see.

Im releasing you on bail on condition of residence, Mr Si.

Make sure we know where to find you.

The council has found you a room.

You can stay here until the hearing.

Why are you doing this for me?

Youre under curfew from 6pm to 9am.

I figured you could use some company.

Not that.

My wife used to play that.

You know how I dont know who I am?

Wouldnt it be funny if I was your wife?

Oh, yeah, hilarious.

But youre not.

Shes dead.

Accident.

I was wondering what that was.

That emptiness.

Youve lost a lot, havent you?

Do you think I have a wife somewhere?

No-ones claimed me.

Si, I think its better not to know.

No past, nothing to lose.

Come in.

- Morning, sir. - Good morning.

- Oh, you look like shit. - Thank you.

Well, actually, you dont. You look like a Gillette ad.

You know, when he goes in the bathroom all sleepy and gorgeous

to shave?

Young Yeardsley, the temptation in an investigation

is to focus on the perpetrator.

I have flipped my analytics to the victim.

25 variables, including the quarterly accounts

of every post office.

Christ, you have been here all night!

Each post office bought the same security camera

in the three-month lead-up to the robberies.

The Logitech 5000.

Network ready, pin sharp at 50 metres, all from Tech Lincs.

On the ring road?

So, what, he hacked the cameras?

Is that how he got the safe combos?

I dont know. Im not a detective, DC Yeardsley.

- Are we going somewhere? - I am.

Im going home to get some sleep.

And you are going to Tech Lincs on Lord Of The Rings Road.

Youre too late, DC Yeardsley.

Eight weeks too late.

Tech Lincs closed down after Black Friday.

Shit.

What happened to this town, hey?

Amazon happened.

Ill, erm...

put a 375 on to HMRC and try to get some names off the payroll.

Hey...

What have you got yourself messed up in, Muriel?

You and Oleg Krasnov.

You were seen.

He came to my house.

He owns my farm. My mum and dad, they dont...

This is what he does.

He takes good cops and he makes them his.

You should have come to me.

So what do I do?

Do your job.

Follow the evidence.

Ask Si about Tech Lincs.

You know as well as me what catches crims.

One good cop goes back again and again

until she finds what this bastards trying so hard to hide.

He hasnt set foot outside since hes been here.

He doesnt even open the door to the cleaners.

Right, thank you, Ill take it from here.

Si?

Are you all right, Si?

Are you feeling a bit under the weather?

Leave me alone.

Its the voices in my head, they...

they wont leave me alone.

What, in the other flats? Shall I have a word?

Its you lot.

You and...

Just leave me alone.

What do you mean, us lot?

Have other cops been round to see you?

Why dont I have a tidy-up?

Shit!

Its all right. One sec.

Hello?

HMRC responded to your e-mail re Tech Lincs.

They have a product specialist named Simon Symon.

You stay away from him until we know whats going on.

Yeah.

Stay away from him. Dont go anywhere near him.

Yeah, Chief.

Theyre e-mailing me a picture to get a positive ID.

Good. Erm...

Listen, can I give you...?

Officer requires assistance!

Hello?

Hello?!

- Ill kill her! - Put the gun down.

Just like I killed Eric Ross!

Put the gun down now.

- Do you have a clean shot, Cobley? - Uh-huh.

If you want me to stop it, youll have to shoot me,

and Ill take you all out.

- Take him out. - No, this is England.

We dont shoot people, even if we have to.

Thats an order from your superior officer.

- Shoot him. - Will I bollocks!

Ill kill her!

Ill kill her.

I will. Ill kill all of you bastards.

Cos thats what I am, arent I? Im a killer.

Shoot me!

- You, get that bastard to shoot me! - Oh, believe me, I tried.

Nobody shoots anybody here cos its England.

Cobley...

- Putting the gun down, Si. - No, no, dont!

Right? Its all right.

I did it.

I remember now.

I left Eric there in the road

and there was bits everywhere and I ran into the field.

Are you listening to me?!

I killed him!

And Im likely to do it again.

Put it down, you bastard!

Right, in!

Go for it! Go for him!

- It wasnt even loaded? - No, I didnt want to get anyone hurt.

Maybe DS Blair should be our weapons officer.

Oh, I was, sir. And damn good at it.

Ive done everything at this nick, fraud squad to crime prevention.

Dickhead.

I assume we will be opposing bail this time, Chief Constable?

Are you all right, Cobley?

So, I take it youve seen the papers, Dad?

Yeah.

The English sure have a lot of words for failure.

Kind of like the Eskimos for snow.

Anyway...

Ive got to go.

Im right in the middle of a meeting.

You trusted your gut.

I still love you. Bye.

What are you doing here, sir?

Hiding.

Trying to.

And wondering how much this godforsaken storage facility

is costing me. What about you, Detective?

Im just checking over the trial evidence, sir, for the CPS file.

- This is the murder weapon. - Its the grey Nissan, sir.

And the red one Eric Ross was driving.

Me and my fucking gut.

Right, sir.

Or maybe Si is trying to remember.

Remember what, sir?

Thats what you need to find out. Thats what we need to unlock.

The crime prevention officer recommended the cameras, seriously?

Did anyone else visit Si here?

Is this how you remember it, Si?

Anything before this?

So, this is how you do it Stateside, sir?

Yeah. Its pretty common.

In a complex case like this, we film a re-enactment,

it gives the jury something they can understand.

Sir, Sis going to take a breather.

I got this, DC Yeardsley. Thank you.

It must be hard for you being back here.

Its all back to front, somehow.

You robbed the post office.

You shot Mr Chana. You drove down here.

No.

You reversed over Mr Ross, whos lying there.

Sorry, sir, but this road closures taking a lot of manpower.

Maybe we should get Si back.

Si...

Its a funny name, isnt it?

Not really, sir. Not when your names Simon Symons.

Except it isnt.

This is from Simon Symons HR file.

Youre kidding, right? Its a black fella.

So whos he?

308si.

Si.

Hes been playing us.

He got the name from the car.

So, my names not Si?

Cut the crap, son.

- Tell us what you did! - We know what he did.

He blew off Barrys leg. Bang!

And he drove down here and crashed into the Peugeot. Bang!

He murdered an innocent man, took $30,000 and a shotgun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Except the traumas protecting his memory of it.

Seriously, sir?

He mowed a man down!

I mean, I can see how that was traumatic for Mr Ross, but...

Eric.

His name was Eric.

We met at the beach.

He was beautiful.

He kissed me.

I got into his car.

We were driving for hours.

Happy.

He was heading straight for us.

So Eric swerved.

And I was sitting... here.

My head...

So you were sitting in the passenger seat of this car,

not driving the murder vehicle?

No.

So I didnt do it.

Youre fucking kidding me.

Right, lets get this carnival off the road.

Hang on!

If you were sitting here, could you have seen the killer?

He would have had to have cleaned this car up

and dragged you over to the drivers seat.

Your eye.

It was bleeding.

Me?

Seriously?

Youre joking!

Is he?

That was our mistake. The Bandits eye got injured.

And thats why he changed hands.

Nobody loses an eye from playing rugby.

Thats just the NFL for fat guys.

But a pellet gun...

That would seriously damage an optical nerve.

Barry Chana said you were his crime prevention officer.

Recommended the Logitech 5000.

He said you even showed him where to point the camera,

- right at the safe. - For fucks sake, Muriel!

He had the actual shotgun in his bedsit.

Yeah, I had a chat with the caretaker.

He said you used his keys.

You put the shotgun in the room. It was your shotgun.

What do you think, cack-eye?

Huh?

Do you think its loaded this time, hey?

What was there to look forward to? A poxy pension.

All I ever wanted, my whole life...

.. was to be a copper.

But nobody ever tells you that being a copper is shit.

You have the right to...

What is it, Muriel?

Shut the fuck up.

Ill be out in six months.

Oleg will look after me.

What about you, Muriel?

Whos going to look after your sorry arse?

Herbert?

I didnt have you down as a Herbert.

I know.

Herbert de Young.

I think I prefer Simon Symons, Boston Bandit.

Are you gonna tell her?

My wife?

That I went on a sales trip, went for a walk on the beach,

met a man and fell in love?

You said he was in your soul.

Have you never fell in love with a man before?

I dont think Ive fallen for anyone before.

Can I tell her that?

Its funny, I thought something terrible had happened to me here.

It turns out it was something amazing.

You thought you were a psychotic English pianist.

It turns out youre a married man whos gay.

Herbert de Young, your life begins here right now.

You can be whatever you wanna be, do whatever you wanna do.

You really believe that?

You can be whoever you wanna be?

Good luck with that, Captain America.

? You may run for a long time

? Run on for a long time

? Until the cards come crashing down

? Until the cards come crashing down

? He spoke and he spoke so sweet

? I thought I heard the shuffle Of an angels feet

? And he put a hand upon my head

? Great God almighty Ill tell you what he said... ?