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WIND TURBINE WHOOSHING

SEAGULLS SCREECHING

SHE EXCLAIMS

MAN HUMMING

Ah, look, Daddy.

That's a nice one.

DAD: Come on, Peter. Come on.

DAD IN IRISH: Be careful now.

PETER HUMMING

DAD IN ENGLISH: Leave that, Peter. It's dirty.

PETER: I like the feel of it.

WIND TURBINE WHOOSHING

DAD: Ah, that's a disgrace.

HE TUTS

FLIES BUZZING

Oh my God.

Jesus Christ.

IN IRISH: Wait here, Peter.

IN ENGLISH: I'll-I'll go and call the guards. Stay there.

DAD: Hello?

My-My name is Colm Kelly and er...

DAD CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY

SOFT METALLIC CLINKING

HE GRUNTS SOFTLY

IN IRISH: Good God! Get out of there!

IN ENGLISH: Here. Here. Come.

Take the keys. Find Nora.

TYRES SCREECH CAR DOOR SLAMS

Nora!

Nora!

Nora.

Fuck, Nora. Emergency, emergency.

IN AMERICAN ACCENT: What is it, Peter? Tell me.

Up on the bog. Quick. Something's dead. Come on.

I need to go home and get changed first.

Come on. Come on, Nora.

Quick.

ENGINE STOPS

CAR DOORS OPEN

Look, Nora...

IN IRISH: The poor creature.

Did you call the guards?

I did.

They're on their way.

FLIES BUZZING

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

How are you, Super?

A bad business.

It certainly is.

We haven't had anything like this for a long time.

It's a big site. And wide open.

Get the Tech Bureau to broaden the area.

I'll talk to the Crime Scene Manager.

Oh, and er...

We're making you

Senior Investigating Officer on this one, OK?

Understood, Superintendent. Thank you.

There's your man that found the body.

- Oh. - What's the Yank doing here?

She's not starting until tomorrow, no?

One of the lads told me she's related to those two.

PEARCE: I was introduced to her last Friday.

She told me she inherited a house around here,

from an aunt maybe?

MARTINA: What's she like?

You know, typical American.

What are you going to do with her?

She'll work Community.

Well, keep her away from me. I'll have enough to do.

Detective Sergeant Hayes?

Oh, I have to get back.

- I have a meeting with Alice. - OK.

Come with me.

Sorry, Super, I thought you were in charge.

Go with Daly, Hayes. Hm?

Colm, isn't it? You're the man that found the body.

- I am. - OK.

Can you tell us exactly what happened?

Well, I was on the look-out for flytipping, dumping, like...

You wouldn't believe what people throw into the bog.

The body, Colm.

I-I started to walk out there.

And I was with you, Daddy. We were well over.

And when I got to here,

didn't I see the... the poor girl, God rest her soul,

lying there in... in all that rubbish.

Did either of you touch the body?

No, I did not.

Well...

Or maybe I did, like...

- A small bit. - Ah now, Peter.

OK. Ger is going to take you now

to take your prints and swab your hands.

Do you understand what you've done?

You've messed up the crime scene.

- OK. - He can't help it... you know.

Come on. ANNOYED: Come on.

NORA: Can I show you something? Sorry, I don't know your name.

Detective Inspector Martina Daly, SIO.

What is it? I'm under pressure here.

This is not a working bog.

There has been no rain here for the last week.

Whoever brought the victim here...

MARTINA: ...could have made these tracks.

I'll get Forensics.

ON LAPTOP: The body of a young woman found today in a bog

in the Trabawn area of Connemara and County Galway

is the subject of a murder inquiry.

No one has been detained in connection with the murder

and the Gardai are appealing for anyone with any information

to please come forward as a matter of urgency.

The body has not as yet been identified,

but we can reveal that the victim is female, late 20s...

ON RADIO: Well, good morning, folks, and welcome.

You're very welcome to the Connemara Radio Breakfast Show.

It's a beautiful morning in the west of Ireland

with a lively breeze coming in off the Atlantic.

What a show we have in store for you.

Please stay tuned, we've got a great variety...

POLICE SIREN BLARES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Early birds, huh?

Yeah.

I'm Nora Savage.

I'm Eddie McDonagh.

- You work here long? - No.

- I started a few weeks ago. - How is it so far?

Decent, I suppose.

Mostly.

I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be.

The Super will tell you.

Ah, Lieutenant Savage.

This is some start to your exchange programme, huh?

- Are you settling in OK? - Sure.

- Thank you, Superintendent. - Good, good.

Meeting in ten minutes!

CHIEF: You know we have the body of a young murdered female,

still unidentified, found on a bog site in Connemara.

This is an unusual occurrence.

As a result we have the eyes of the press all over us.

We need to keep this tight.

No leaks. No solo runs. Understood?

Pearce.

Detective Inspector Daly

will be the Senior Investigating Officer on the case.

Her first time out.

She will be supported by Detective Sergeant Ger Hayes,

Detective Garda Annie McKeever, our Incident Room Coordinator,

and Garda Jack Joyce, our Buckshee recruit.

And new to the unit, from Dublin,

Detective Eddie McDonagh.

He's been with the National Surveillance Unit there.

And... I'd like to officially welcome

Lieutenant Nora Savage.

Lieutenant Savage is joining us

from the New York Police Department

on an exchange programme.

Here to observe our community policing methods.

She is a decorated officer

and she's seen more murders than we ever will.

I'm sure she will have some pointers for us.

Now, I want you all door stepping everybody of interest.

Giving it 110%.

And remember, no telephone detectives.

I want you out there eyeball to eyeball.

We're coming up on the 24-hour mark now.

- Let's get moving. Come on. - ALL: Yes, Boss.

- GER: How many houses? - EDDIE: Five around the scene.

19 on the road, including the pub and petrol station.

The uniforms are doing them.

GER: Make sure nothing is missed and er...

check all the holiday homes. C'mere, erm...

Doesn't your woman Nora live around here?

EDDIE: Yeah. I think so.

You'd wonder what she's doing here.

She outranks Martina, for fuck's sake.

Is she some kind of plant?

I don't know. She says it's for the community thing.

My hole. She'd eat us all for breakfast.

I think I told the guards everything I know yesterday.

Is your son home?

Why do you want him?

We have a couple of questions for the two of you.

Peter is at my sister's.

Where were the pair of you at the end of last week?

We... were...

We were at a wake back in Carna on Friday night

and then back to Mairtin's pub for a pint and a sandwich

on the way home. - What about Thursday?

Thursday night, we were at my sister's.

Then back for the nine o'clock news and erm...

to the pub for a couple of pints.

Any strange cars or vans in the neighbourhood on those nights?

Erm...

I can ask my son for you when he gets home.

We're not asking your son.

- We're asking you. - Oh, you see...

He's a great man for the cars.

If he spots any class of a vehicle,

he'd be able to remember it.

I'll send him over to Nora's.

He'll be home in a day or two.

Sound. I'll let Nora know we were talking to you.

Sound.

For fuck's sake, McDonagh. I'm the ranking senior officer.

I make the decisions!

You go check on the CCTV.

PEARCE: Nora? We have the post-mortem in half an hour.

I'd like you to attend.

Forget the community policing for now. Do that later.

- You can go with Eddie. - Yes, Superintendent Folan.

Eddie, what's a Buckshee?

It's a Garda word for a new recruit.

What do you think of Folan?

He's sound so far.

Heard he can be a bit of a tool bag.

A tool bag sounds like a useful thing.

So...

You're decorated.

SHE SIGHS Yes, I am.

That's impressive.

For?

Some reckless shit. You know. Hostages, that kind of thing.

DOOR OPENS FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, let's go.

Pearce.

Mary.

MARY: Detective Inspector Daly?

Whenever you're ready.

Our victim is a female of about 27 years of age.

Severe contusions to the throat and a shattered voice box,

both the result of strangulation.

Trauma to the back of the head.

A vicious attack.

She was pregnant.

Approximately 16 weeks.

Can the foetal DNA be fast-tracked?

GER CLEARS THROAT

That's up to the SIO.

There was earth under her nails.

Some fibres and seeds got caught in her hair.

What kind of seeds?

If I knew that, we wouldn't have to get them analysed.

Time of death?

By the rigor mortis and marbling, I'd say...

between 48 and 72 hours.

But the lab will confirm the exact time.

The stomach contents had no trace of drugs, sedatives, etc.

and no other conclusive evidence.

Any sign of sexual assault?

No signs of sexual assault.

In my opinion, the victim was placed in the bog

between 40 and 60 hours ago. Dead.

There was no ingress of water and no advanced putrefaction.

Anything else?

Yes. Abrasions to her left wrist, possibly defensive.

Thanks for your report, Mary.

Oh, one more thing.

A distinctive tattoo on her left arm.

That's all for now.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

Unusual, no?

Any thoughts, Nora?

If the abrasions on her wrist aren't defensive,

it may indicate the removal of a piece of jewellery.

But to me, at this point, the pregnancy is the best lead.

NORA: Early birds again. What are you doing here?

Thought I'd take another look at the site. Same as yourself.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Here, Eddie.

Look at this.

Someone has walked into that.

EDDIE: That looks like hair.

NORA: Looks like it could be blood.

SHE GRUNTS

PLASTIC RUSTLING

INDISTINCT CHATTER

MARTINA: OK, everyone. Let's get cracking.

Where are we on the analysis of the rubbish at the dumpsite?

Working our way through it. There's a lot of it.

What else?

ANNIE: Victim's fingerprints through AFIS. No hits there.

Nothing back on missing persons, but onto Interpol.

EDDIE: Me and Nora were at the bog site earlier this morning.

- Nora? - She was there before me.

There could be DNA on this.

I'll get that off for analysis.

Hospitals. Pre-natal clinics. Joyce?

Erm... Nothing so far, Boss.

I tried all the Galway ones, but without a phone or a name...

Ger? Door-to-door?

Er, the door-to-door was sketchy.

All the houses in the vicinity of the crime scene were checked.

Some call backs necessary, erm...

Holiday homes mostly empty, so er...

Oh, the local bog man who found the body said his son has erm...

well...

special powers and can remember car regs.

Did you follow up, Hayes?

Er, no.

But the bog man or erm... CLEARS THROAT

...Mr Colm Kelly said that er...

he'd get his son to talk to Nora or...

Sorry, Lieutenant Savage.

HE SIGHS

MARTINA: Guys, come on.

There's an unidentified woman lying in the morgue.

Hayes? A word.

- Ger. - Martina.

- You need to cop on. - What?

Follow up on every job, every lead personally and in person.

Savage is not yet an operational member of this team.

- Do you understand that? - Hang on a second.

With respect,

I know what I'm doing. It was McDonagh that told your man

to follow up with the Yank.

Just give me a break, OK?

Stop dicking around.

Well, listen, Martina slash Boss,

it'll all be grand.

Trust me.

- It will. - SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH

CHIEF: Yes?

PEARCE: A quick word, Chief.

Well done, by the way.

You came across very well in the press conference.

What's the ask?

HE CLEARS THROAT

I want the Yank,

on the case, full-time.

No... Hear me out.

She's costing us nothing.

NYPD are picking up the tab.

She's the most experienced on the squad by a country mile.

And you said it yourself.

We're under pressure to take someone from the Bureau.

- We'd be mad not to use her. - Jesus, Pearce.

That could break the terms of the international blah-blah

fucking exchange she's on,

and it undermines DI Daly.

Trust me on this. I'll talk to Martina, explain our position.

No, Pearce, 'your' position, not mine.

You're taking ownership of this

and if the shit hits the fan, it's on you. Understood?

Right.

We need her.

PEARCE: Dublin are breathing down our necks.

Get her on board. Just for a few weeks.

Talk to HR and leave me out of it.

PHONES RINGING INDISTINCT CHATTER

SHE SIGHS

Just so you know,

I've got overtime for the rest of the week.

That should help.

And I asked the Chief to give us the Yank for a few weeks.

She's vastly experienced and she's cost-neutral.

HE CHUCKLES

Yeah. No. Ask her.

But she answers to me.

Oh, of course.

- PEARCE: Lieutenant Savage. - Yes, Superintendent?

Listen, I've spoken to the Chief Superintendent.

We'd like you to join the investigation, full-time.

For a short period. Just a few weeks.

As an observer, of course.

I don't think this kind of work is included in the exchange.

Ah, we can split hairs about the nature of policing,

community versus criminal investigation... CHUCKLES

PEARCE, MUFFLED: The bottom line is, Nora, I'm asking you,

are you willing to help?

NORA: Yes, Pearce. I'd be happy to.

Ha. Great, great.

Oh, you can team up with Detective Garda McDonagh.

I know you get along.

SEAGULLS SCREECHING

NORA: Peter's coming over later.

I'll ask him if he saw any cars the night of the murder.

EDDIE: Well, look who it is...

NORA: Who is she?

EDDIE: She's someone I'd like you to meet.

HANDBRAKE CREAKS SEATBELT UNBUCKLES

EDDIE: Were you thinking of ignoring me, Natalie Ward?

NATALIE: Who could ignore you, Mr Big Style Detective?

TEASES: Garda McDonagh...

Ah lads, oh lads, look at little Annabelle. What a little cutie.

Who's the best girl?

Who's a little cutie?

This is my sister-in-law. My brother Joseph's missus.

Natalie, this is Detective Nora Savage, from New York.

Hi, Natalie. Good to meet you. God, your baby is so beautiful.

- Want to hold her? Here. - Oh...

BABY FUSSES

TEARFUL: I think... Take...

Nora, we'd better get back to work.

Yeah.

Bye, little Annabelle.

Oh yeah. Eddie?

Even if the other Travellers think you're a bousy

for joining the Shades, I still love ya.

Great to see you, Nat. And the child.

HE GRUNTS

She's a pure blaggard.

- Why are you looking like that? - No reason.

You didn't know I was a Traveller?

No, I did not.

And before you think or say anything,

let me tell you I couldn't give a rat's ass, OK?

- Can I tell you something? - Yes.

Someday soon,

we're going for a pint. - SHE SNIGGERS

EDDIE: Are we clear?

Yes. Now for tattoo parlour number six...

- Number seven. - SHE SIGHS

TATTOO PEN BUZZING HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS

EDDIE: Can we speak to the manager?

I'm the manager. What's up?

Detective Garda McDonagh.

PEN STOPS

Does this look like one of yours?

Yeah, we've actually done a few of those.

You photograph each tattoo, right?

Yeah, we do, just the tat, not the face, if you get me.

We put the best in this folder.

Erm... SHE SIGHS

NORA GASPS

NORA: This guy in the background.

- Do you remember this guy? - Yeah, I certainly do.

He came in with his friend. This guy.

He was about the same age as him and had really red hair.

- EDDIE: Anything else? - The red hair guy told me

he wanted the same tattoo as his girlfriend.

WAVES CRASHING

SHE SIGHS

SHE SNIFFLES

SHE SOBS

SHE CRIES

SHE MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY

SHE SCREAMS, SOBS

Oh! Jesus Christ.

You shouldn't go swimming, Nora.

It's dangerous to go in the water

when you've been drinking. You could drown.

Are you keeping tabs on me, as usual?

I was just keeping a look-out.

Don't do it, Nora.

SHE SIGHS

Listen, if you go any further, I swear to God I'm...

I'll call the fucking guards.

PETER: Oh, jeez. HE GRUNTS

SHE LAUGHS

PETER: No!

SHE SCREAMS AND LAUGHS

NORA: I need to talk to you about something, Peter.

You can remember car makes and models, right?

That's right. Your car is a Toyota Land Cruiser 1991.

- Daddy's car... - It's fine. Great, in fact.

Now, think back to last Thursday and Friday night.

After you came home from the pub,

when you were wandering around. Maybe outside.

Did you see any cars or trucks passing by?

Hm... I'm trying to remember.

It was dark outside. So hard to see.

Yes, I saw Paraic Toole's car going past.

It's a 10 G Volkswagen Golf. At 2 o'clock in the morning.

- Which night? - Thursday.

On Friday night, I saw a stranger's van

going up the bog road about half two in the morning.

What was the reg, Peter? This is very important.

That's the funny thing about it. It had no fucking reg at all.

What?

Are you sure?

100%... IN IRISH: ...absolutely positive.

Can you describe it?

It was a silver Peugeot Partner. 1.6 litre TDI.

And it had a dent on the rear door. Left.

BUCKET CLANGING

IN IRISH: Shut your mouth, Peter,

or a wasp will fly into it.

IN IRISH: I've a question for you, Dad.

COLM: There's no law against it.

- Why did Mammy have to die? - ANNOYED: Oh...

IN ENGLISH: Not that question again.

Sure I've told you a thousand times.

The poor woman drowned...

when you were a baby.

She fell in and she couldn't swim...

IN IRISH: ...the poor creature.

HE TUTS

IN ENGLISH: What's up, Peter?

- Tell me. - Nothing.

I just hope Nora doesn't drown, that's all.

NORA: I spoke to my cousin Peter Kelly last night.

He has a solid ID for a suspicious van

at the crime site last Friday. It's a silver Peugeot Partner.

EDDIE: Good lead. We don't have a lot to go on yet.

DOOR BEEPS

- EDDIE: Dr Maebh Conlon? - Oh yeah, that's me. Come in.

- I'm Detective Garda McDonagh. - Nice to meet you.

- This is my colleague. - Detective Nora Savage.

- You have some results for us? - Indeed I do.

So... SHE SIGHS

Two types of seeds here.

The first one we analysed is er... unusual.

Handgrown organic wheat seeds.

What makes them unusual?

Well... They're disease- and drought-resistant.

And they have what we call weed-competitive traits.

This essentially means that they win the battle against weeds.

Where would you normally find them?

I've never seen seeds like this anywhere in Ireland.

The only time was in a participatory breeding programme

and that was out in the US.

So...

where could our victim have picked up the seeds?

I don't know, to be honest.

We have been working with the University of Vermont

about programmes like this.

In fact, there was a very impressive guy here a while back

talking about his programme that was quite similar.

I think he may have recruited from this department.

Here, look.

I will dig out a link to his lecture and send it to you.

And...

the second seed type? - The second seed type...

Yes. It's a tiny but powerful fertiliser

and it's got medicinal properties.

It's called Subterranean Clover.

It's on the protected plant list here in Ireland.

It's rare.

NORA: Who is she?

Where is the kill site?

Her belongings, her phone?

EDDIE: We're still checking missing persons via Interpol.

NORA: Hm.

Maybe her family don't even know she's missing.

- Why do you say that? - No reason.

Some parents don't give a shit, is all.

Did yours?

I'm lucky.

- They gave a massive shit. - SHE CHUCKLES

You have a close family?

Yes... and... no...

- My parents are dead. - Ah.

I have an older sister, two brothers.

One sound.

One's tricky.

You got kids?

No.

Do you?

No. Not yet.

An Garda Siochana in Galway

are making an appeal to the general public

to please come forward

if you've seen anything in relation to the recent murder

of a young woman found in a bog in Connemara.

Gardai are interested in a silver Peugeot Partner.

We are working tirelessly to identify the young woman

and are anxious to find her next of kin.

SHE GASPS

SEAGULLS SCREECHING

ENGINE STARTS

ENGINE STOPS CAR DOOR OPENS

SHE EXCLAIMS SOFTLY

Cheers. SHE SNIFFS

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY, SNIFFS

Hi there.

I'm Detective Nora Savage.

I saw your picture in a tattoo parlour.

I need your help. We're looking for information on a girl

with this tattoo and long blonde hair.

- Do you know her? - Yeah.

Where is she? I reported her missing Sunday morning.

- At a Garda station near Moyna? - Really?

- What's your name? - Carl Rodriguez.

OK, Carl. What is your friend's name

and where is she missing from?

Her name is Jessica Loughlin.

She lives in a house with me and her boyfriend.

- It's on a farm. - Jessica Loughlin... On a farm?

Yeah. It's in Drumdoon. I told this to the other guard.

- Where is she from? - From near Birr.

Can you be a little more specific?

I don't know. I'm worried about her.

How do you know Jessica? Where did you guys meet?

- We met at university. - University here?

Yeah.

Is there anything else?

I mean, I-I don't know if I should be saying this,

but... HE SIGHS

I heard Jess fighting with Ronan,

her boyfriend, on Friday evening,

and now she's missing and...

he's acting weird.

Ronan...?

Feeney.

OK, Carl.

Shout your number out, would you, huh?

PHONE RINGS

I have to take this. Stay here, Carl.

I need you to come to the station to make a statement.

Yeah, Eddie?

Hey, Carl!

Wait! Oh, shit.

MARTINA: This is our victim.

Jessica Loughlin.

As well as being pregnant, we now know she has a boyfriend.

That has to be the first line of inquiry.

Annie? Any luck locating the family?

Aye, we have a few Loughlins in Birr.

Just looking into it now.

We need corroboration before we speak to the family.

MARTINA: I understand that, Chief, but for now

the only people who can identify her, are Carl Rodriguez

and Ronan Feeney, the boyfriend, and we're onto that.

Ger, anything on the socials, for the victim or Rodriguez?

Zero online presence, which is weird, no?

JOYCE: Could be mental health stuff maybe.

Digital detox, that type of thing?

MARTINA: Come on. Other updates?

I got a potential hit on the seeds

for a participatory breeding programme

in an article that mentions a farm in Drumdoon townland.

Same name as Rodriguez gave for the farm.

From my brief encounter with Carl,

we now have a few primary areas of interest.

The University of Galway,

the Garda Station near Moyna for the first reporting,

where the guard dropped the ball.

Drumdoon townland for a possible farm location

and the location of the family home near Birr.

MARTINA: OK. Eddie and Ger.

Go out to Drumdoon, knock on doors.

Nora, you're with me on the university.

OK. Let's get going.

WOMAN: You wanted information on two former students of ours?

Let's have a look.

Yes, this is our principal person, Jessica Loughlin.

She did her undergraduate degree here?

Yes. And her doctorate in Vermont in the USA,

graduating in 2020. - Wow.

Look, Carl Rodriguez. Graduated at the same time.

Can we get their last known contact details?

WOMAN: Absolutely. No problem.

And this? What's the deal with this Alumni Award?

Yes, Jessica was a recipient of an Alumni Award for her research

into plant ecology in 2024.

I can pull up the citation if that would be helpful.

Yes.

For her work

with Global Food Sustainability Enterprise Free Farm.

That's really great, thank you. Can we get a link to that?

Yes. Absolutely.

Free Farm is taking me to a large farmland site in...

Drumdoon, County Galway.

MARTINA: Ger?

We found the farm. I need you to go there now with Eddie, OK?

And remember, we're looking for a silver Peugeot Partner van.

GER: Yes, Boss.

GER CHUCKLES

GER: Jesus. It's a perfect match for the tattoo.

INTERCOM CRACKLES

MAN ON INTERCOM: Can I help you?

This is An Garda Siochana.

We want to interview two of the residents on this farm.

Carl Rodriguez and Ronan Feeney. Can you open the gates, please?

MAN: Sure. Follow the road all the way until you see me.

CAR DOORS OPEN, SHUT

EDDIE: This isn't a farm. It's a fuck off estate.

GER: Chalk it down, boy.

EDDIE: Jesus. Some house, huh.

GER: Loads of fucking money here, boyo.

Check this fella out with the shotgun.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CAR DOORS SHUT

Moss Ballard, head of Security and Estates with Free Farm.

I'm DS Hayes. This is Detective Garda McDonagh.

Have you a licence for that gun?

Of course.

Where can we find Ronan Feeney and Carl Rodriguez?

- Can I see your ID? - Of course.

PANICKED BREATHING

FAST FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

I haven't seen Carl at all, so I can't help you with him.

I saw Ronan half an hour ago up at the walled garden.

If you follow me, I'll take you there.

ENGINE REVS

It's the fucking Peugeot van.

- Hey! - EDDIE: Get in!

SIREN BLARES

We've lost him. Fuck!

No, we haven't. Keep it going.

- Speed up, for fuck's sake. - You want speed, do you?

I'll fucking show you speed.

ENGINE REVS

Watch the bend.

Jesus Christ.

What's wrong with you? You're getting Pikey flashbacks, huh?

- Fuck you, you thick fuck. - HE LAUGHS

Stop the fucking car!

LOUD THUD

GER GRUNTS

GER: Fuck.

WATER STREAMING

- GER: Empty. - EDDIE: Blood.

EDDIE: How in the name of God did he walk out of that?

EDDIE: Where the fuck did he go?

Fuck.

MOUSE CLICKS

MAN GRUNTING

HE GROANS, PANTS

HE GROANS

TENSE MUSIC SWELLS

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