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(tranquil music)

(helicopter engine whirring)

(Htin in Burmese)

(Zaw in Burmese)

(Htin in Burmese)

(Zaw in Burmese)

(Htin in Burmese)

(Zaw in Burmese)

(Htin snickers)

(overlapping dialogues in Burmese)

(muffled yelling)

(overlapping dialogues in Burmese)

(suspenseful music)

(officers)

-(distant explosion) -(overlapping dialogues in Burmese)

(distant explosion)

(gun firing)

-(indistinct screaming) -(gun firing)

(Jack in English) 27 speakers across the week.

We get the gist.

In five years, a friendly bot called Felix

will be doing 50 PMs a week...

And still have time to mop the floor.

Well, I'll be future-proofing the Lyell

so we can stick it to...

-(robot warbles) -...Felix.

Hello, Felix.

(Felix) Hello. I'm Felix.

(robot warbles)

(Felix) The pen is mightier than the sword.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

(laughter)

Social media is a divisive shit show, a toilet,

the basest form of social interaction

and a weeping sore on the ass of humanity.

(soft laughter)

Or, should I say, the arse of humanity.

Well, let me tell you...

I wholeheartedly agree.

But the world is changing,

and Kaskade prides itself

on being the social media platform ahead of the curve.

We don't judge.

Or cancel.

We believe that people are responsible

and should be treated as such.

Freedom of speech is a basic human right.

You've had the mic long enough!

(female protestor) Big tech kills.

-(male protestor) Big tech kills! -(ominous music)

Big tech kills!

(protestors chanting) Big tech kills!

(chanting continues)

What about your life? What about our privacy?

(protestors) Big tech kills!

(female protestor groaning)

(tense music)

(male protestor) Get off her!

(female protestor) Get off!

Get off me! Leave me alone!

-(female protestor groans) -(thuds)

(female protestor yells, grunts)

Hey!

Enough!

Sit down, please.

So you're visiting from Myanmar, Mr Lwin?

What's your business in the UK?

I'm attending a trade fair in Guildford.

(Htin) Eco heating and air conditioning systems.

(keyboard keys clacking)

Says here you need a ticket?

Are you in possession of one, sir?

You should've mentioned you had a Home Office waiver.

Apologies, sir. We will get you on your way.

(car approaching)

-(brake squealing) -(seagulls squawking)

(uneasy music)

(car door closes)

(tyres screeching)

-(men grunting) -(suspenseful music)

(sombre music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #

# Testator #

# Silens #

(phone ringing)

Gabriel speaking.

Good morning, my name's Elinor Shaw,

I work at the Home Office.

What can I do for you, Elinor?

(Elinor) Well, my day job's Immigration.

I'm a Deputy Secretary

but the reason I'm calling is because I also sit

on the Budgetary Oversight Panel for my sins.

Okay, um... consider me intrigued.

Well, I can see that last May, you applied

for a second stage Home Office competed grant,

on behalf of the Lyell.

I did, unsuccessfully.

Or are you calling me to tell me something different?

(Elinor chuckles)

Well, actually, additional funding has been freed up

and the panel are now actively reassessing close calls.

-(Gabriel) So we were a close call? -(keyboard keys clacking)

(Elinor) Yes. Very.

The reassessment would involve

a two-day in-person inspection by myself

which I appreciate may not be...

It's fine. When can you come?

Well, I've just had a cancellation, hence the call.

Would today work?

(Gabriel) Yes. It would absolutely work.

Well, that's great.

(DI Flynn) DI John Flynn.

Thanks very much for coming down.

-Greatly appreciated. -No problem.

-Seeing a lot of this lately. -What's that?

Drunken homeless incidents.

A lot of 'em come down from London, looking for a better life.

Uniforms called in four ambulances last week.

Paramedics pronounced him dead, left him in situ.

Any ID on the body?

No.

Paramedics also noticed some footprints

leading to the body,

we did the best to preserve.

The prints aren't uniform.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

Will you help me turn him?

Some sort of wooden stake or post broken off in his chest.

-Where's the rest of it? -(Nikki) Not sure.

(camera shutters clicking)

Single from Victoria.

Okay, I went to the clubhouse like you asked, sir.

Oh, right. Uh, Dr Nikki Alexander,

DC Alice Kirk.

Yeah, so the barmaid said it was proper cold yesterday,

a biting easterly wind and...

-Did she say anything else? -(DC Kirk) Uh, yes.

Um, yes, the customer who was outside for a smoke

told her he saw a man staggering around in a big coat.

Uh, thought he looked drunk.

I've requested to access their CCTV.

What time did she see him?

Around 6:00 p.m., when she came on shift.

So he could have been lying here for up to 14 hours

before he was found.

Three of the nails on his right hand

are snapped off...

-Sign of a struggle? -(Nikki) Possibly. Yes.

(DI Flynn) And the stake, is that enough to kill him?

I'll know more after the postmortem.

Nikki?

(Jack) Take a walk?

(Jack) Laying out in the open overnight,

and no one sees him?

(Nikki) Driftwood.

(Jack) Human detritus. Unseen in plain sight...

(Nikki) So how did he lose his shoe?

(Jack) Dunno.

There it is.

Swap.

(camera shutter clicking)

Here's the rest of the stake.

Could be.

(Jack) Exposed wood is clean and unblemished.

How did he get on the beach? Hmm?

His other shoe.

-Take a look at this. -Ah.

-(camera shutter clicking) -Shoe prints here.

One set of prints to and from. Just him.

The spacing and tread orientation

suggest he was moving in this direction.

-Maybe running? -Where he tripped?

Running, trips, loses shoe,

falls hard on the stake.

Was he running to something or from it?

(Elinor) So the more access you can give me,

the more comprehensive my report,

uh, the more likely the panel will find favour with it.

Sure. Anything you need.

I must warn you, the panel aren't exactly fleet-footed

when it comes to the decision-making process.

I remember from last time.

Well, the backlog's grown, I'm afraid, four months minimum.

Ah. All good things.

So where's the rest of your team?

Oh, uh, they were called out first thing.

A John Doe on Fincham Beach.

Not our usual patch but we have a reciprocal deal down there.

Staff shortages.

That's a body you can't ID, right?

Yeah, that's right. Well, not yet anyway.

-(Jack) All right. Cheers, Nick. -(Nick) No worries, Jack.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Jack) Lonely way to go.

Emptiness.

Stretching forever.

(Nikki) Very unlucky.

(Jack) Doesn't look like luck was ever on his side.

A strange accident, don't you think?

(Jack) Mm.

In the middle of all this nothingness,

he happens to trip and impale himself.

Hmm, one set of prints to and from the broken stake.

Find something that points another way?

There's someone else I'd like you to meet actually.

Ah, Cara.

Uh, this is Elinor Shaw.

(mouthing)

-Uh, Cara's... Ah. -No, I... I understand.

You're printing your assignment because your printer is broken.

Nice to meet you, Cara.

Oh, yeah, sure.

What's Cara's role here? Is she an intern?

Uh, no, a student just doing some work experience.

Oh. When does that finish?

Last week.

Um, we applied for an extension

and in the meantime, she's just doing some observing.

Don't worry, I know all about assignments.

My son Adam used to get into a right state.

I used to have to ply him with snacks.

Ah, this way.

(bus approaching)

(breathes deeply)

(mouthing)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(pensive music)

(light suspenseful music)

(phone beeps)

(phone chimes)

(line ringing)

(phone vibrating)

(line ringing)

(Fish) Hello, Fish speaking.

This is May Lwin. I'm... I'm his wife.

You with him?

(Fish) Where are you calling from, May Lwin?

You with him? You with my husband?

(Fish) Listen, May Lwin, it's not safe to...

Is he with you?

(Fish) No, he's not.

I'm going to come and get you. Just tell me where you are.

(Elinor) I know a scalpel from a syringe and that's about it,

I am the definition of lay.

But, as a Deputy Secretary,

I know what a functioning team looks like.

And that's what I hope to observe.

A cohesive, efficient operation,

worthy of what could be a significant grant.

So you'll be... shadowing us?

(Elinor) Shadowing you, asking you the odd question,

speaking to you one-to-one

but doing my level best not to get under anyone's feet.

Right. Sounds good.

The fact you have a live case in this Fincham Beach death is...

well, auspicious.

Auspicious?

"Instructive",

perhaps I should've said.

Well. Come see us in action?

-Practise, not theory? -(Elinor) Yes. Exactly.

We have the CCTV from the clubhouse.

He was alone.

It doesn't capture the moment he met with the stake.

You think he was attacked with it?

I don't think we can rule it out.

(light suspenseful music)

(Nikki) Thanks.

(doorbell buzzing)

(clicks)

(Nikki) DI Flynn.

I thought you were of the mind

that the postmortem report would suffice.

Well, I still think it was an accident,

but... I just want to know.

Well, best endeavours.

DI John Flynn, Elinor Shaw.

Elinor works for the Home Office.

She's here to see if we warrant additional funding.

-Hi. -Hi.

I think we know the answer to that one already, don't we?

Oh, my lips are sealed.

But I do promise to keep my clipboard out of sight.

-Would you mind if I observed? -No, not at all.

But you might have to ask him.

(DI Flynn) Sure.

-You okay? -Yeah, fine.

(Nikki) Body is that of an as yet unidentified adult male,

approximately 30-40 years old.

There's what appears to be a recent fracture

of the nasal bones.

Suffered near death?

Possibly, given the blood.

(camera shutter clicking)

(Velvy) From falling on the fence, maybe?

Hmm, or maybe he just hit the ground face-first.

It's notable that there is only one set of footprints

leading to and from the broken post.

So you're proceeding on the basis that this was an accident?

We're interpreting the evidence sequentially,

no foregone conclusions.

There's some sort of red dye on his teeth...

(camera shutter clicking)

He could be from Southeast Asia.

Chewing betel leaves stains the mouth red.

Oh, that's a thing, is it?

Chewing betel leaves in Southeast Asia?

(Jack) Yeah, it's a vital cultural practice.

It also causes tooth decay and oral cancer.

Well, in terms of an ID,

it would be great to narrow down to Southeast Asia.

Well, he has distinctive tattoos on his legs.

And another one here on his left arm.

Dr Alexander has asked me to dig into the tattoos.

What they mean and signify culturally.

Yeah, well, yeah. Might just be prison tatts, so...

There's a healed injury on his right upper arm.

(Nikki) Thin, uniform, vertical scars.

Any idea what might cause that?

No.

But scarring pigmentation suggests

that the wound was sustained three to four months ago.

(Nikki) Wasn't dressed properly.

There's a grey fibre buried in the wound.

(camera shutter clicking)

Uh...

There's a wound to the chest consistent with the fence post

recovered from the scene.

(camera shutter clicking)

And a slight scratch adjacent to the primary wound.

From the post?

(Nikki) Possibly.

(camera shutter clicking)

From the external wound

and the trajectory seen on the CT Scan,

we know that the post entered the chest at a downward angle,

just missing his heart.

Nonfatal?

At least not immediately.

(Nikki) The downward angle is interesting.

In what way?

If he'd fallen on the post, I'd expect to see an upward path,

with entry from below.

So that's an anomaly?

Yes, it is.

Ian Fish. May Lwin, right?

Where is my husband? Where is Htin Lwin?

Can we talk in the car?

If you get in the car, we can have a proper conversation.

Where is he?

I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me.

-You were supposed to meet him? -That's right.

What happened?

I don't know, he didn't show up.

You were late.

He came all the way across the world and you were late.

Uh, just a few minutes.

I got stuck in traffic leaving London...

His last text says he was waiting for an hour. An hour!

I'm... I'm sorry.

I went to the place we agreed to meet and he wasn't there.

I was waiting ages

and I kept calling, but he didn't answer.

-Where? -Sorry?

Where you agree to meet?

-At Fincham Beach. -(May) We go there now.

Maybe someone see him? Remember him?

Fine. Good idea.

(engine starts)

There's fragments of wood under the nails of his right hand.

Is that from the post?

Seems likely. Tests will confirm.

There's also a faint blue bruise above his right knee,

suggesting it was sustained recently.

(camera shutter clicking)

There's evidence of congested and oedematous lungs.

I've seen that before, drug users.

That can be a sign of overdose, can't it?

Can be. Among many other things.

Well, certainly explain a few things.

No track marks or other obvious physical signs of drug use.

Maybe he smoked it?

Maybe.

Tox and stomach contents should clarify.

But you're not convinced?

He was in good shape and health.

For a homeless person?

For anyone his age.

There's evidence of subendocardial ischemia,

which occurs when the centre of the heart is starved of oxygen.

See these pale areas?

-Cardiac arrest? -Yes, arrhythmia, likely PEA

when the lower chambers pulsate but don't pump blood.

You seem surprised?

I am.

There's no sign of coronary disease.

Maybe it was a new thing?

You know, the smack disagreed with him?

Lacked the constitution?

I think we're entering the realm of speculation.

Could it have been caused by the impact of being impaled?

Yes.

It's possible the shock triggered a cardiac arrest.

A fatal heart attack?

-So that was the cause of death? -Definitely.

Of that I'm certain.

(DI Flynn) So our man comes to the UK.

Maybe dabbles in drugs,

explaining the congested lungs, maybe not.

As I said, let's see what the tox says.

He decides to jump on a train and head down south.

Something that we see a fair bit of.

Third of March, off-peak single from Victoria.

He has some kind of like, episode, withdrawal or something.

Runs onto the beach, he trips,

he lands on the fence, impaling himself

and inducing a massive heart attack.

Sounds fairly simple to me...

It certainly fits with the evidence.

As I also said, if he'd fallen on the post,

I'd expect to see an upward wound tract,

-not a downward one. -Yeah, but that would depend

on the angle of the post in the ground.

If he was running at pace,

he could've been near horizontal at the point of impact.

Explaining the downward trajectory.

Possibly.

We should keep an open mind though.

Yes, we should.

Otherwise, I think we're in danger

of tailoring the evidence to a scenario.

(doorbell buzzing)

Hi. Sorry, sorry I missed the PM. I got stuck on Fincham Beach

and then I think I probably, subconsciously, started thinking

about the last PM I attended.

The highlights, Alice. Just the highlights, please.

Yes, um...

No, I, I found someone who did recognise him.

A woman who was cleaning her ice cream van at the time.

Uh, she said she saw a middle-aged woman

and she was shouting at him.

She seemed very agitated.

-(Jack) Our victim? -(DC Kirk) Ah, yes.

She said his coat was filthy.

And she thinks

that she heard the woman say something about her son,

but she can't be sure

because she was listening to music at the time.

(Nikki) Did she say what happened then?

Yes.

She finished cleaning,

and then when she looked back, he was gone.

And the woman was standing there. Alone.

(inhales deeply)

(exhales shakily)

(breathing heavily)

(phone vibrating)

(Elinor sniffles)

(tapping on phone)

(breathes deeply)

(May) Why meet here?

Htin Lwin was cautious and rightly so.

He asked to meet somewhere out in the open

where we wouldn't be observed or followed.

Why? To do what?

Rehearse.

Prepare for his interview on BBC News.

You're lying.

Look, May Lwin, I get that you're upset and worried

but I'm not the bad guy here, okay? I'm not.

I'll level with you.

I'm no saint and my career's in the toilet.

I used to be on the nationals, regular contributor to Newsnight.

I was a big journalist, okay?

Successful.

-You understand? -Yes, I understand.

This story is gonna put me back on the map.

It's an important story, a story the world needs to hear.

It's Htin Lwin's story.

He came here to a safe haven.

They'd kill him back home for speaking the truth.

And that's why I pulled every favour I could

and spent my own money to get him safely to the UK.

I am a friend, not a foe.

(Fish) And yes, I was late.

That was poor show, that was shit,

but that's all I'm guilty of, okay?

You need to trust me.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I... I think something spooked him and he's decided to lie low.

-Then why hasn't he called? -I don't know.

But I say we stay in the area and wait for him to make contact.

There's a motel down the...

(May) Have you see this man?

(man) No, I'm sorry.

Have you see this man?

(sombre music)

-I'm sorry, no. -Sorry, no. No.

(cup and spoon clinking)

(Jack) Do you want a coffee?

No. No, thanks.

You know what's the most impressive part

of what you do?

That's the sort of question you can't get wrong.

It's all evidence-based.

You don't jump to conclusions.

(Jack) We try not to.

-That can be challenging. -It can.

There's always a measure of interpretation.

I suppose it's human nature.

We always look for the bad guy.

Suppose it's why we love conspiracy theories so much.

I'm surprised that you and Dr Alexander seem to be...

chasing rabbits down holes.

We're not.

Oh, I'm just an observer,

but it seemed to me like

DI Flynn was trying to keep your feet on the ground.

Our feet are on the ground.

Stopping you from jumping to conclusions.

What are you trying to say?

I'm so sorry, that was inappropriate.

Yeah, it was.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I seem to say the wrong things these days.

I guess I've just lost my balance since...

Well, I lost my son.

a few months ago and, um...

I thought I was dealing with it, but...

-I'm really sorry. -Thank you.

After the funeral, I went straight back into the fray.

"Compassionate leave" sounded like a terrifying black hole.

But now, I think I'm... I'm losing my judgment.

Maybe I just need to take some proper time out to grieve.

Heal.

I'm really sorry if I said something to upset you.

No, you're all right.

And I'm sorry to hear about your son.

-(phone vibrating) -Sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, Velvy. Have you got a moment?

Sure.

I just wanted to ask you if you'd found out

any other information about the tattoos?

Uh, they could tell us a lot. Well, they are telling us a lot.

Gang tattoos?

I don't think so.

Um... The tattoos strongly suggest he's from Myanmar.

Oh. Myanmar?

One resembles the number six in Burmese.

And one of the symbols...

Looks like it could be a police badge.

So I think it's the insignia of Division 6,

which is an elite armed unit in the Myanmar police.

-Oh, so he was a policeman? -(Velvy) Mm.

It fits with the thread of tactical polyester

we found in his wound.

-Fits how? -It's a hard-wearing fibre.

They're very common in uniforms.

Right.

And... and you're comparing these tattoos to reliable samples?

Would you show me?

No problem.

-(keyboard key clacks) -Oh.

Sorry.

My, um...

My computer must've lost power.

-The bar. -What?

We go ask in the bar.

(Fish) Oh, the clubhouse. Yes. Okay.

-Uh, let me go in and ask. -What?

The people we're up against,

they don't know you're here, much better it stays that way.

I don't care.

You said you were going to trust me, May Lwin.

Give me Htin Lwin's photograph.

Two minutes.

(Fish) Hi.

I was just looking for somewhere to watch the match tonight.

-This looked like a good spot. -Mm.

Oh, and I found this up on the road.

No one's lost a photo wallet?

It's been difficult to gather information.

(Velvy) Myanmar's in turmoil.

And the Rohingya are being ethnically targeted.

There was even a massacre three months ago.

(Elinor) Hmm.

So the Myanmar embassy have no record of him.

But I found

a Burmese community group here in London

who have helped with the last of his tattoos.

So, these are creatures from Burmese folklore,

invoked by the men as a symbol of strength.

It's a rite of passage that's specific to their country.

How about his police tattoo, has that been confirmed yet?

No, but I am confident in my research.

According to the ice cream van witness,

the set-to between the woman and the victim took place here,

500 yards from where his body was found.

-(Velvy) And? -And nowhere near the shoeprints

that suggest he came onto the beach from the north.

(Velvy) Right.

So what happened between there and there?

Indeed.

DC Kirk thinks it warrants a closer look.

(Gabriel) Ah.

Be good for you to see us out in the field.

"The more comprehensive the report..."

Oh. Oh, yes. Um, yes, of course.

(Elinor) Uh, yeah. Sure.

So you made much progress with the tattoos, Velvy?

Um... Yes, it's been a bit difficult

but I was just telling Elinor that these...

(mouthing)

(uneasy music)

You have the double.

We go to police.

No, May Lwin. We can't do that.

My husband is policeman. They understand.

Your husband stands accused falsely, I know,

of very serious crimes...

Lies.

Nevertheless, if he's arrested and extradited to Myanmar...

But there's no extradition treaty.

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

(man over the phone) Are you with her now?

Oh, hello, Mike, can you call me back in five?

Cheers, mate. Speak in a bit.

(Fish exhales deeply)

-(Jack) Can I ask you a question? -(Elinor) Sure.

(Jack) How did your son die?

(Elinor) Uh... suicide.

Um...

He was on a gap year abroad, and...

they said that he jumped off a bridge.

"They said"?

I'm sorry.

(sombre music)

I never ID'd him.

My son, Adam. I...

They said it would be too upsetting.

The damage to his body and his face...

(Jack) They may have been right.

(Elinor) That's what I thought.

That they had my best interests at heart.

(Jack) And you don't think that now?

My eyes have been opened.

Oh, don't worry. I'm not one of those...

tin foil hat wearer.

-But I see it every day. -At work?

Politicians don't want the truth.

They want soundbites and happy stats.

Whatever selective data gives them a headline

or serves their narrative...

So...

do you think he's still alive?

(sighs)

You know, sometimes I...

I think I see him getting onto a bus or...

sitting in a café.

It just doesn't make any sense to me that he's gone.

(keyboard keys clacking)

What?

(Gabriel) All okay?

Nikki?

High bacteria and fungus levels on his skin.

Alcohol and heroin in his blood and in significant quantities...

Hmm.

So maybe Flynn was right. A homeless addict.

Uh, this is Angus Day,

our witness who saw our victim from the clubhouse.

I feel bad now.

I was gonna check he was okay, but my mate said,

"Nah, he's just pissed."

Yes, it's a shame you didn't trust your instincts.

Yeah.

Where was he when you first saw him?

And you didn't see which direction he came from?

Why's that important?

Well, a witness said they saw him standing by the ice cream van

but other evidence suggests that he came running

onto the beach down there.

(Angus) Okay.

Seems strange that he'd run along the road,

then come back on himself down the beach.

I think before I saw him...

I heard something.

A car braking, maybe.

You know, tyres.

But you didn't see a vehicle?

No, only just stepped out here when I heard it.

But after you heard the car, the man came into view?

Yeah, I'd say so.

How soon after?

God, I dunno...

Four or five minutes?

We'll have to check the road for brake marks.

We will.

All the way back to the ice cream van.

(DC Kirk) Oh. Jack.

(Jack) It's faded.

Old. Probably months, not weeks.

-(Jack) That's our witness? -(DC Kirk) Yeah.

Although, if Angus is right about the sound of the braking,

then it's funny that she didn't hear

the tyres squealing.

Didn't you say she was listening to music?

Yes. God, good shout.

(Jack) Wouldn't hurt to double-check.

See if she can tell us a bit more about the woman

-she saw shouting at the victim. -(DC Kirk) Mm.

I'm sorry, I've just got to make a quick call.

(Jack) Okay, sure.

(car door opens, closes)

(breathes deeply)

(sniffles)

(tapping on phone)

(muffled dialogues on video)

(gasping)

Adam...

Didn't get anything much use out of that, did we?

No.

Um...

-The Home Office lady, is she okay? -Full disclosure?

I'm not sure she is, Alice.

(phone vibrating)

(Jack) Who's that?

(DC Kirk) Dunno.

(breathes deeply)

(sniffles)

(DC Kirk) Jack.

(phone vibrating)

-From his coat. -(DC Kirk) Mm.

(Nikki) Do you remember the scratch we found next to the primary wound?

Yes.

I don't think it was from the stake.

There's a needle mark.

(Nikki) I can see it now the swelling has reduced.

And the bruise above his right knee?

You found corresponding splinters on his trousers,

didn't you?

(Jack) Yes, only on the right leg.

Do you think they could be from him breaking the post

over his own leg?

Uh...

He was alone... could he have stabbed himself?

Why would he do that?

(Nikki) By stabbing himself with the stake,

he draws attention to the injection wound.

I guess that makes sense with the evidence.

If the injection killed him and it didn't show up in the tox,

we're looking at a pretty sophisticated method of murder.

(Htin gasps)

(Htin groaning)

(coughing, gasping)

One purposely designed to obscure the truth.

(man over the phone) Are you ready for delivery?

Is she ready?

Look, she doesn't know anything.

If I put her on a plane...

(man over the phone) We're outside.

Are you ready?

(breathes heavily)

Yes.

Yes, I'm ready.

Everything okay?

I don't like waiting around.

-You said you had a plan? -Yes. Kind of.

We had a backup meeting point in case the beach didn't work.

Didn't work?

It gets flooded sometimes.

I'm thinking, maybe he's gone there?

Okay. We go now?

We'll leave in ten minutes, okay?

Five?

(lift dings)

Thank you.

(knocking on door)

(suspenseful music)

(whispers) No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no...

(shushes)

(gun cocks)

Bitch!

(grunts)

(lift dings)

Sorry.

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