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(TRAM BELL RINGS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

New boy's here. Hello, Viktor.

Morning, Mr Chen. Morning, Viktor.

I thought a Gone Bananas might be in order. Busy day ahead.

Now, I want to pick your brain

vis-a-vis Roz's upcoming birthday celebrations. Any thoughts?

Depends - do you want a one-off party

or a birthday week-type thing with something fun every day?

I think a one-off thing is ample.

Shouldn't you be at your desk? It's 8:07.

Well, technically, I start at 9:00, Viktor.

Right, then, take that, go and get a head-start on your day.

Yeah, you're in charge while Ray's away.

Mm. Good luck, everyone!

Really? Where's Ray gone?

Annual golfing trip with Dodge, Hawk and Prowsie.

Now, Mr Chen,

do you have time for a quick stand-up meeting before Roz arrives?

Kitchen? 10 minutes? Stand-up meeting. Got it.

Excellent. Thank you, Mr Chen.

I love that guy.

You should probably get to work, Helen.

Thought I was in charge while Ray was away.

Yeah, when you're working you are.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

No, I'm not against a pinata, I just...

Ooh, meeting adjourned.

Thank you, Mr Chen. Thank you, Viktor.

Good morning, team. Good morning, Rozalind.

One Mango Fandango. (GASPS)

Shall we? Let's.

That's our little one. Franny. Six months.

Just swipe. Yeah. Baby. Nice.

There's more. Keep swiping. Yeah.

Isn't she beautiful? Yes.

Just like her mum. Baby, baby, baby...

I'm doing all the dad duties this time,

you know, changing nappies, babysitting.

It's not babysitting when it's your own baby, hun.

Remember? (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Oh. What's that? Is that a...button mushroom?

What? Is that... Oh! Oh!

Oh! Hey... Oh, that's... That's my penis, yeah.

Oh!

Just a little dick pickeroo for the wife.

Hey! David!

You're here to update your will and make Jess your sole beneficiary.

Yes. I'm his wife.

Beautiful wife. Yep, youth is beautiful.

And, Jess, I assume we're going to do your will today as well?

No. I'm 28.

I'm not dying anytime soon.

Yeah, we don't know that.

I mean, no-one does.

Point is, if David dies... Then I would absolutely bereft.

Of course. David dies, you're sad...

Bereft. OK, bereft.

Thing is, if he dies, then you die...

Yeah, sorry, can we just stop talking about people dying?

You're upsetting my wife. (EXHALES HEAVILY)

She's young.

Yes. I can see that.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) That's a nice one.

Happy with that? Lovely!

Doesn't my hair look great in that? It does. It really does.

Alright, here I go. Posting to @ConchMediation.

Instagram done. (GASPS)

Now TikTok. Mm.

Is that on brand for Conch, do you think?

It's more about whether YOU'RE comfortable

communicating your corporate message through dance.

Oh. I don't... I don't know.

What would that look like?

I've no idea.

Ah, it's coming.

Mediation.

It's...

Mediation, mediation.

It's all about conversation.

That's not bad!

Something like that? Yeah, something like that.

Let's go again.

Mediation. Mediation. It's all about conversation.

Yeah, I get it. You're in love and no-one wants anyone to die.

But just shush and listen, OK?

If David dies and you inherit everything, then you die intestate...

Why would I die interstate?

Did I take a holiday to deal with my grief?

Oh, no. I'm sorry - intestate - it means without a will.

Yeah, hun, it...it means without a will.

She's young. Can we just use plain language?

There's no use to show off, Hannah.

It's Helen, and my point is,

if you die without a will,

then little Franny bubs here

inherits absolutely everything.

Well, perfect. Then I don't need a will.

Yeah, you're not at all concerned

about your children from your first marriage?

Why would he be concerned? I love those girls.

They're like my big sisters.

OK, so, we're just going to trust

that Jess will distribute everything evenly

and do the right thing by all of your children.

Of course. You trust me, don't you, hun?

110%.

Wouldn't it be simpler

to just make a provision in your will, right here, right now,

for all of your children AND your beautiful wife?

Why? Because we don't trust me?

No, I think we're done here, Hannah.

It's Helen. Come on, hun.

Yeah, hang on, babe, because she might have a point,

you know, it might make it easier for you...

Disagree. Thank you for your time.

This wasn't a free consult. Let's go, please, David.

Now. That's the kitchen.

Yeah, well, she's...she's, um... young.

Thanks, Heather.

I AM sending an invoice.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

What are you doing in here?

I'm in charge this week, so, I'm using Ray's office.

Oh. Well, don't move anything.

I'm sure he's got some sort of system happening here.

Do you think?

So, it's Rozalind's birthday this Friday,

and she has asked me to tell everyone no gifts required.

Fine with me.

She doesn't want anyone making a fuss.

Roz?

I mean, I'M not gonna make a fuss.

I think once you turn 40 enough with the birthdays.

You know, you should just do the big ones - 40, 50, 60...

It is a bit of a special one this year. She's turning the big 5-2.

That's not special. So, keep Friday free.

We're going to surprise her with a few drinks after work.

Great. OK. Yep. Alright.

Now, if you did want to get her something...

No, no, I'm totally good with the no-present thing.

Yes, but if you DID want to get her something,

she's asked that you make a donation to her favourite charity.

Acapella SOS? What even is that?

Oh, they visit disaster areas.

They sing, they raise people's spirits.

Look, just $20, whatever you can manage. It's a wonderful cause.

Is it? Yes, it's her passion project.

Seems a bit insensitive

singing at disaster zones.

Oh, that's Roz.

Mm, she looks happy.

How weird.

(KNOCKS) Yes, George?

I'm organising the running order for Roz's party on Friday night.

Party? I thought it was a few drinks after work.

Yeah. I'm gonna be doing close-up magic. Viktor's doing a song.

What do you want to do?

I could do a French exit?

Roz loves French stuff. I'll put you down for that.

OK. Put me on early.

Got it.

Knock-knock. I'm collecting for Roz's birthday present.

What? No, you were just in here saying she doesn't want a present.

This is a present from the office. It's not a present from YOU.

Well, then shouldn't the office pay for it?

Helen, don't be cheap. I'm not being cheap,

I'm just pointing out that if the office wants to buy a present...

Come on. Big 5-2!

Viktor, 52 - it's not a big one.

It's not a thing. $20, that's all I'm asking.

Alright, does that get me out of donating

to her singing disaster group?

That is between you and your conscience. Now, do you have $20?

Well, no, not on me, but I will get it to you.

Thank you.

Oh, why does it have to be so hard?

(PHONE BUZZES)

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCKS) Sorry, me again.

I was talking to Viktor, and we thought it'd be nice

if everyone chipped in to get Roz a bottle of French champagne

to toast with at the party on Friday night.

We want to get it from the Champagne region,

but that puts the price up a little...

(KNOCK AT DOOR) I'm not here!

David Bunting is here to see you.

Uh... Yeah, hi. OK, so, I've had a bit of a think...

OK, well come on in, take a seat. Please.

..and I've decided to take your advice about the will.

OK. And what about your beautiful wife?

(QUIETLY) Well, we'll tell the wife later.

Or...maybe DON'T tell her.

I mean, by the time she finds out, you're dead.

What's she gonna do, attack your corpse? (CHUCKLES)

What?

Sorry, that came out wrong. I was trying to...

Well, I was trying to do a joke.

Probate law jokes.

Anyway, so... Yeah. Who's the corpse?

Well, you'd be dead.

Uh-huh. So, that makes you the corpse.

OK. Right. That's obvious. God. Pfft.

Keep up.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

Just sign that last one. (KNOCK AT DOOR)

Jesus Christ!

Helen, uh... Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey! You!

How did you know where I... I tracked your phone.

Tracked his phone? Life 360.

It's about trust.

Are you cutting me out of the will? No, hun, look, she just thought...

Hey, don't throw me under the bus.

This wasn't my idea. Is that the will?

Is this it? What are you gonna do now?

Well, I'm gonna call Joseph Nieman 'cause you just ripped up his will.

We should go somewhere and talk. What's there to talk about?

If there's no trust, there's no marriage.

I hope you're pleased with yourself, you homewrecker.

Homewrecker? Yeah, are you happy?

It was her idea. All of this.

I'm gonna report you. To who? And for what?

To social media, for a start.

I've got a lot of followers. It's true, she does.

She was on that TV show, 50 Hottest Nobodies. She finished top 10.

Yeah. I'm still not sure what you're reporting me for.

Well, then let me spell it out for you.

You attacked my personality, you disrespected me,

you disrespected my marriage

and I'm pretty sure it's illegal for a husband to sign a document

without his wife present.

I'm pretty sure it isn't. I think you're right.

I think it's actually against the... We aren't speaking right now.

Do you have any idea how out of your league I am, David?

I do.

She's well out of your league.

VIKTOR: You know, I haven't heard from your father all day.

I hope he hasn't put a fork in the toaster or something.

I'm sure he's fine. I got a text from him earlier.

Maybe I'll invite him to Roz's party.

Do you think the Grubers would mind?

Oh, honestly, I think they'd jizz their pants.

(SIGHS)

Petro? Hey, if this is about the restraining order,

I've told you you need a different type of lawyer.

Helen, lovely to see you.

Please, don't be concerned. This is not about me.

OK.

Take a seat.

Mm, very formal. Alright.

Have you heard of the journalist Simon Bramovich?

He has a television program called The Informers.

Yeah, he's the guy who shouts all the time.

Yes. He's a consumer watchdog.

Well, I think he's more of a hack who pays people to dob on each other.

Correct. That's his catchphrase - 'Snitches get riches'.

Yeah, nice. Not really.

I think someone snitched on you, Helen.

On me?! Oh. What'd I do?

Mr Bramovich contacted me and asked if I had any beefs with you.

Beefs?! That's the word he used, 'beefs'.

And did you have any beefs?

No, Helen, no beefs. No beefs.

But I believe he's talking to all your clients.

He's looking for anyone with a beef.

How does he even know who my clients are?

He's an investigative journalist, Helen,

that's what they do - they investigate.

And he did a call-out on Facebook.

Well, thank you, Petro. I appreciate the heads-up.

It's my pleasure, Helen.

And speaking of pleasure,

I wondered if you might like to join me for dinner this evening.

Oh, that is a lovely offer, but I'm going to say no, thank you.

That's OK. Mm-hm.

I'm on a mission to find my soulmate.

It's a numbers game. You have to ask everyone.

Yeah, the doorknocker approach.

Good luck with that. Thanks.

George, perhaps you'd like to join me for a meal this evening?

No, but thank you very much for asking me.

It's OK.

One day, Helen, I will knock and that door will open.

I hope so, Petro. I hope so.

What was that about?

Apparently Simon Bramovich has been sniffing around about me.

On The Informers? Mm.

Shit, what are you gonna do? Ignore it.

I mean, only idiots watch that show.

Helen, Ray watches that show.

My grandma does too. Yeah, alright, so do I.

Is it weird that I find Simon Bramovich

just a little bit attractive?

Oh, Helen. It is weird.

I shouldn't have said it. I wish I didn't.

ROZ: Helen? Yes, Roz?

Can you go down to Blendology and get me a beverage?

Why can't Viktor do it? It's a bit personal. It... (SIGHS)

I'm a little egg-bound. What?

I need one of Melcome's fibre fixes to get things going.

You know the one. Oh, no, not a Plop Of The Morning?

That's the one. No, I don't want to order that...

Yes. No.

Oh, come on, it's my birthday week, do it as a present for me.

Birthday week. Not even a thing.

I'll take that, thank you. Agh. No!

(SIGHS)

You're a cameraman. That's what you do.

Get ready to go. Now, now, now.

Here we go. That's her. Get me a bit, get me a bit of b-roll.

Alright, here we go. She's getting a juice.

Come back here, come back here. I want this. I want this.

Plop Of The Morning for Roz.

"Blending trouble with mischief."

Something like that. Thank you.

You're gonna get her as she's coming out.

Right, here we go.

Helen Tudor-Fisk?

What?

Oh, my God! God, please, don't film me.

Why, what do you have to hide? What?

Nothing! Don't touch the camera, please.

Well, OK, fine. Just back up a bit, please.

We've been speaking to people who've serious beefs about your behaviour.

Can you let me pass, please? Why won't you speak to us?

Is it because you're guilty? No comment!

How do you respond to the allegations

you're obsessed with death?

No, I'm not. Who said that? Wh... No. Just let me get through, please.

Ow. She assaulted me. Did you see that?

No, I didn't. We've got a runner.

I'm not running! Helen Tudor-Fisk, what are you...

We've got incoming! Oh!

Helen Tudor-Fisk!

How do you respond to the allegations, Helen Tudor-Fisk?

Stay on her! Stay on her!

Keep right! Go right! Go right!

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

OK, there she is. Yep.

You got her? Moving along. There she is.

Gotcha, Helen Tudor-Fisk.

Gotcha.

GEORGE: Helen. Yes. What?

Need you to sign Roz's card.

Oh. OK. Fine. Yep.

Ohh! Can I do it later?

I don't like being first. I want to see what everyone else writes.

Don't be weird, just sign it.

Fine.

OK.

"All the best."

There you go. How's that?

Why'd you write it up there?

Well, I'm leaving room for everybody else.

There's only four of us.

Now you've all got lots of room to write lots of things.

It's not very personal, is it?

Well, she's a co-worker, what do you want me to write, "Lots of love"?

Maybe something like, "Happy birthday, Roz."

Well, that seems moot because it says 'happy birthday' there already.

It seems silly to write it again.

(SIGHS) OK, apparently no, it doesn't.

But I can't fit it now.

I've already put "All the best."

Yeah.

"Happy birthday, Roz."

Happy? And now it's from Helen. There you go.

Why does everything have to be so hard with you, Helen?

Oh, my God, stop hanging out with Viktor.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Artie.

Here they are. Hey.

The workers, home from a hard day.

You made snacks.

Did you, uh... get your memoir pages done today?

Yes, I did,

and I also did a bit of doodling

and came up with a few cartoons for the book.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't get that one.

Well, they bought him jewellery instead of a jury.

And why did they do that?

Tony, that's wonderful. Yeah.

Oh, "Court in Session." Well, that is priceless.

Yeah. Very New Yorker.

(CHUCKLES) Like not funny?

Hey, do either of you ever watch that show The Informers?

Oh, not in this house. Why do you ask?

No reason.

Ooh, I've got one. Mm?

Judge in a waiter's apron, pad and pencil, "Order in the court."

(LAUGHS)

That's great. I can draw that.

Morning, webmaster. Hey, Helen.

Ray's back. Already?

I thought he was golfing all week with Dodgy, Sploodge and the Badger.

Fisk. Hey, Ray! How was golf?

In my office. What's the magic word?

Now. Ooh. Shit. OK.

This is what ruined my trip away.

(THE INFORMERS THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

Welcome to The Informers with Simon Bramovich.

I'm Simon Bramovich.

Tonight - Probate Gate.

What happens when a wills and estates lawyer goes rogue.

A word of warning -

some viewers may find the content of this story distressing.

Ordinarily, we'd have one, maybe two people willing to blow the whistle.

In the case of Helen Tudor-Fisk,

we had a lot more than two.

That's when we knew we were dealing with an extremely shonky operator.

Wow.

That came out fast.

Corner of Mana and Matthews.

On my way.

Ah!

Mr and Mrs Bunting, thank you for coming forward for this exclusive.

I appreciate it's been a tough time for you both.

Yes, it has, but we're seeing a counsellor.

Yeah. We're gonna get through this, aren't we, hun?

You bet.

Now, Mrs Bunting, when you spoke to our researchers,

you said that there was...

..something really off about this lawyer.

Now, what did you mean by that? She was fixated on people dying.

She kept saying he's gonna die and then I'm gonna die

and then we're all gonna die,

and... I never told you this bit -

when I went back there

she actually made a joke about attacking my corpse.

Wow.

Yeah.

Shocking.

Helen Tudor-Fisk...

We witnessed this obsession with death firsthand.

Here she is literally chasing an ambulance,

no doubt hoping someone has died.

Why? Because she's a probate lawyer and she profits from death.

In an Informers exclusive,

we obtained security-camera footage

of this bottom-feeding lawyer

rummaging in a dumpster.

Work-related or does she just like rolling in rubbish?

One thing's for sure - she treats her clients like garbage.

And then there are the accusations of violence.

Ah, yeah, well, my husband's legally blind in one eye

because she stabbed him with a toothpick.

This is the eye patch I've had to wear.

This way, love.

See? He's still struggling with his...his vision.

Though my hearing has improved significantly.

Yeah.

Oh, and she called me fat.

We also heard claims of sexual harassment.

She paid me to hug a co-worker.

She paid you? Yeah.

Five bucks to hug the probate clerk while she watched.

Helen Tudor Weinstein?

Outside of work she's just as unpleasant.

She litters.

She hates nature.

I know she hates turtles.

And the allegations just keep coming.

She knocked my house down.

Well, she wasn't very supportive of our feminist cause.

She said I was too old for her.

But there was definitely a frisson. I...

Remember the name - Helen Tudor-Fisk.

Remember her face.

And remember this...

(KNOCKS)

..is where you'll find her.

Now, if you've got someone you'd like to blow the whistle on,

you can contact us via our website.

We'll make it worth your while.

And remember - here at The Informers

snitches get riches.

RAY: Did you know about this?

Well, I did know they were trying to find people who had beefs.

Had what? Beefs.

Beefs?

Beefs, like complaints, against me. You should have called.

None of it's true anyway, so, I'm not that worried about it.

Yeah, course you're not 'cause it's not your name on the wall, is it?

No, it isn't,

even though I'm the one who does most of the work around here.

Oh, this is so not the time for that conversation, Fisk.

(SIGHS) Do you want me to resign?

Come on, Fisk, of course I bloody don't.

You just said it yourself - you do all the work around here,

and most of the time you do it pretty well.

Thank you, Ray. Is there a defamation case here?

Yeah, if you can prove

that it would impact the business and affect income,

that's defamation.

Yeah, thanks, mate. I understand how defamation works.

Ray was one of Melbourne's top defamation lawyers.

Yeah, they called me Omo Man.

He could wash the stink off anyone.

Mm. Yeah, but I burned out.

I went too hard. Had a heartie at 35.

That's when Rozzie stepped in and came up with this probate lark.

This might be a job for Omo Man.

I think you're right, buddy.

We're gonna need all hands on deck to get the stink off this one.

Yeah, just to be clear, that's a metaphorical stink, right?

Sure.

Gonna have to dig out the old suit, George.

Where's Rozalind?

ALL: (SING) # Hang on! # Very good!

# Help is on its way

# I'll be there as fast as I can... #

Can't hear you!

# Hang on! # Up high!

# A tiny voice did say

# From somewhere deep inside the inner man... #

(YELLS) Can you move back, please?! # Are you always in confusion? #

Move back! # Surrounded by illusion? #

# Talk it out... # Thank you!

# You'll make out

# Seem to make a good beginning

# Someone else ends up winning... #

She was happy. # Don't seem fair

# Don't you care?

# Hang on... # That's it!

# Help is on its way... # Can't hear you!

# I'll be there as fast as I can! #

Go full petrol! # Hang on! #

Yes!

# A tiny voice did say... # So tiny!

That didn't happen. He's not blind.

# The inner man... #

Big finish!

# Hang on! #

Oh! That is very good work from all of you!

Do you think they'd like another? I think they might.

Let's try again.

OK, so, I never said that. That never happened.

OK. Just sent the concerns notice.

Great. They're officially on notice.

Viktor's trying to get onto their lawyer now.

How are we going on character witnesses?

Ah, yes. Mrs Popovich said she's willing to testify,

and Petro also happy to go to bat for me.

So, a kleptomaniac and a stalker? I'm gonna say no and no.

Ray, Brent Stellick on the line. Great.

Here we go. I'm on. Look out.

Good one, Ray. Stellick.

Get him, Ray.

I hope you're ready, Stellick, 'cause I'm coming for ya.

Tell your boss you can either make a deal

or Omo Man is going to put you through a wash cycle so hot

it'll burn the skin right off your testicles.

I'm talking 90 degrees Celsius.

You're gonna have to carry your balls around

in a change purse, buddy,

'cause you won't have a ball bag left when I'm finished with you.

I do beg your pardon, Beverley. Yes, I'll hold.

Brent, is that you?

Right, I hope you're ready, buddy, 'cause I'm coming for ya.

Tell your boss he can either make a deal...

Network just called. They want a meeting. You're on, Omo.

Good stuff!

Hello, old friend.

Fisk!

We're in here!

Hello! Hello, hello. Tony!

You're early.

Oh, look, I'm working, so, just go and sit down, OK?

George? Do we have that champagne for Roz, yes?

Are there any chips?

George, can we get some chips for the judge, please?

Thank you.

There you are. Off you go.

If you're not pursuing financial damages, what DO you want?

Firstly I'd like an on-air retraction and an apology.

That's not happening. I'm a journalist...

Oh, shut up. That's my reputation on the line...

Shut up, Bramovich!

If it saves the network money, you'll do it.

Right, anything else?

Um... (CLEARS THROAT) I would like him fired.

Done. Not that easy, I'm afraid.

I have a contract. Fine.

You can stay and see your contract out presenting Cartoon Jamboree.

Cartoon Jamboree? Mm.

Look, if no-one's gonna defend me, I'll do it myself.

I'm a journalist, first and foremost,

and a bloody good one, Bridget...

(SIGHS) No-one cares, Bramovich.

Journalism stopped existing at this network a long time ago.

Is that it?

I'd like a dozen prime-time advertising spots.

(QUIETLY) Good one, Ray. I'll give you three.

Five. Done.

Anything else?

(QUIETLY) Can I ask for something?

Yeah, you don't have to put your hand up. Hand down.

I would please like $20 donated to that charity in my name, thank you.

Fine.

20,000 on that charity.

Hang on, did you say 20,000...

Yeah. Yep. Yep.

20K. That's what she said. Yep.

20K. That's what I said. Oh, stop bitching, Brent.

It's a charity. It's tax deductible.

Yeah. Brent, stop bitching. And can you put it in my name, please?

Tudor-Fisk.

I'll assume we're done, unless there's something else.

I'd love a Coke Zero if you've...

(QUIETLY) Did we win? (QUIETLY) I think we did.

I'm Simon Bramovich.

I'm Simon Bramovich with Cartoon Jamboree.

Cartoons the way you want them -

truthful and honest with your breakfast...

Forgot my briefcase.

Um... I'm gonna leave my number with reception.

I know you're a bad man, but I find you strangely attractive.

I think I could change you. Good on ya, mate.

I'm Simon Bramovich and this is Cartoon Jamboree

with Power Puff Girls

followed by Pokemon.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

VIKTOR: They're back, they're back. Here they are.

How'd you go?! How'd you go?!

We won!

Great! Great! Ohh! Congratulations!

Omo Man is back!

And Omo Woman is here!

Cheers to you. Oh, thank you!

Oh, where's Roz?

Oh, still stuck at the burst water main.

That's annoying. I wanted her to see me win something.

(CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS) (GROUP CHEERS)

Oh, that's for Roz.

(KNOCKS)

Oh, hey, Roz, you made it! Crisis averted.

And I heard - a big win for you in the boardroom. Well done.

Yep.

Ooh.

Ooh, we're hugging.

A little bird told me that you donated $20,000 to Acapella SOS.

Mm.

I'm just so touched. I...

I don't know what to say.

You are very welcome, Roz.

Hey, Ray.

Ray, did you know that Helen donated $20,000 to Acapella SOS?

Oh. Did she?

Mm-hm.

Very generous, Fisk.

Imagine how many disasters we'll be able to sing at now.

It's wonderful. Thank you, Helen.

Well, it's a very good cause,

and let's hope there's a lot more disasters to come.

Fingers crossed.

We might have to make you an honorary member.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

(QUIETLY) No, thank you.

But hey - happy birthday, Roz!

You get out there and have some mud cake, celebrate the big 5-2.

What? That's not a thing. That's what I said.

And it's the big 4-9, if you must know.

Of course it is.

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(BEEP!)

If I'm going down, you're going down with me.

Thanks, Ray.

Nice one, Helen.

Looks good.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Happy, Helen?

You know what, Roz?

I think I am.

Good.

(SOFTLY) Yep.

Well, I won't hug you.

(SOFTLY) Thank you.

(SNIFFLES)

(INSTRUMENTAL 'HELP IS ON ITS WAY' PLAYS)

VOICEOVER: And coming up next week:

(TRADITIONAL GREEK MUSIC PLAYS)

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