Dj on radio: Well, great slaughter definitely has a case
of the h/pp y—h/pp y shakes. — crowd chants
four lo very lads
tipped by ”wild beat magazine ” as the next big thing
are playing a string of local gigs, starting in the old town hall tonight.
Here they are. The oueenmakers/ with their new single, ”out of sight”.
Radio plays pop song: ♪ out of s/ght... ♪
♪ She's so sunny, I'm not wearing shades ♪
♪ she's so bright, yeah she's so bright ♪ — so...
It's true you all hail from Manchester?
That's right, Tony, he's our creative force.
He writes. He plays bass.
The, uh, the fans call him "the moody one".
Yeah, well that's cos they've not met you, ai.
Alan chuckles
then there's Pete.
Now, he may be the baby of the group
but he plays lead guitar like an old soul.
Sunny. — drums play
the best rock and roll drummer in the country.
He, uh...
Well, he lets his drums do the talking.
And then of course, there's our rhythm guitarist
and lead singer Reggie. — Ruth: Oh, yes.
Where is our fan favourite.
Sorry to interrupt. Di Gillespie.
Oh, uh, no problem I hope?
Your officers have everything under control?
Of course. Now this one managed to twist my arm to get backstage.
All in a good cause I assure you.
How exciting, um...
The sisters wondered if we could impose on you for an autograph?
So we might auction your album at the next fundraiser?
Of course, sister. Yes.
She's a rocker at heart.
I'll have you know I was actually quite the jiver back in the day.
Now that I'd like to see.
There you are.
Ah, now it appears we are one corner short of a square.
Ah, yeah, well, Reggie's just giving one of the fans a...
Guided tour of the changing room.
Alan: Ahem.
♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪ — I'd like one of those myself.
Indistinct chati'er
oh, sir. I'm not...
Well, I just didn't think I'd see anyone.
You look lovely, Peggy. Very um... pink.
Thank you, Reggie.
The triangle is squared.
I've gotta say. I didn't know the press round here were so...
Impressive. — careful.
Flattery will get you headlines.
What about a personal interview then?
Maybe I could help put this story to bed.
Camera clicks — seriously, Alan.
What have you done to these shirts?
I thought someone'd left a pin in mine at first.
Not me. Anyway, you look sizzling. — crowd clamours
yeah? — time to give those fans what they want.
He chuckles
ooh! Just listen to them out there.
This will be a show to die for.
Crowd screams
camera clicks
how we doing?
Y'alright?
Where's Reggie?
Oh, he's probably thinking of some grand entrance as per usual.
Come on. Let's get on with it. Let's go.
Ready? — yeah.
One, two, three, four...
♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪
Song comes to a halt
audience member heckles
Sorry folks. It seems...
It seems Reggie really is "out of sight".
We're gonna go and grab him and we'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.
What the hell is going on?
Ask Reggie. He never come on flippin' stage.
Is there a problem?
We seem to have mislaid a lead singer.
Well, we need to find him now!
Well, don't panic. He can't have gone far.
Why don't you two try the back. Mr pritchard with me.
You come with me, sir. We'll try the gents.
He's dead.
This is absurd. He can't be.
This cannot be happening!
Excuse me, sir.
Fetch sister boniface.
Ladies and...
Ladies... — microphone whines
ladies and gents, I am so very sorry, um...
Reggie is unwell...
Crowd gasps
so I'm afraid this performance has been cancelled.
Uh, will be cancelled. Thank you. — crowd boos
crowd: Boo!
Inaudible
was he on any medication?
Oh, um...
I don't know.
Anything recreational?
Certainly not!
Looks like a heart attack?
Sister boniface: It's as if he was looking for something.
He unbuttoned his collar and...
He appears to have a nasty sting on the back of his neck.
Hymenoptera—induced anaphylaxis.
Was he by any chance allergic?
Yeah.
Yeah, bees and wasps and stuff. I think that's what he said.
I'll follow up with his doctor.
And lads, if you can not speak to the press
and keep Reggie's death quiet
until we can release an official statement tomorrow?
We'll talk then.
She sobs
How did you find this out?
What do you mean?
Everyone's talking about it.
Where is the inspector?
Is he with the band?
What?
The band. At the house they're renting?
No, he went out to the town hall.
Why?
She sobs
Fans sob and chati'er
it appears word's got out.
Oh really? You think so?
Sarcasm. I see.
Is there something you need, sister? Because I have my hands pretty full.
Last night's reading. Miss christie's a death in the clouds
madam Giselle appears to have been stung by a wasp
until poirot deduces that the murder weapon is in fact a dart
dipped in the venom of the South African boomslang snake.
Sorry, what are you saying?
Well, simply that I feel the scene warrants a closer inspection.
Ok, but only because I want to see the look on your face when you're proven wrong.
Right now I'm more concerned about who leaked this.
Well, it's leaked.
Local paper.
It'll be in the nationals this evening.
What do we do now?
Well, for what it's worth
the record company says the radio hasn't stopped playing us since the news broke.
The police are here.
Did Reggie have any enemies
any angry fans, anything like that?
Reggie was loved.
Charismatic, cheeky, charming.
He was the quintessential bachelor. — Peggy sobs
is she ok?
Fine.
There, there, love. We understand.
I just...
I can't believe he's gone.
I know, love.
I lost my son around the same age.
It's too young to die. It is.
But time heals in the end.
Ivy Adams, our housekeeper.
Wish it was under better circumstances.
She sobs
wpc button, you should go outside and get some fresh air.
Uh. How about within the band, was there any...
Artistic differences?
Not really. No.
Oh yeah, happy families.
Tony: Right so the only person to have
an argument with Reggie recently was you.
Yeah, alright.
We had a barny yesterday morning. But it was only about the set list.
I sometimes come off the drums and sing a number.
Give the others a break...
But Reggie wanted it cut.
Fallings out, you know. Who plays what.
It's not exactly unusual in our world.
No, exactly, so what's with all the questions?
Sam: Until the cause of death has been confirmed
I'm duty bound to investigate every possibility.
You mentioned that he was with someone in the changing room.
A groupie. Yeah.
Typical Reggie, I'm afraid.
I'll need a description of her.
And I'd like to see his room.
Yes.
Sister?
Sorry. Hiked up the habit for an impromptu fingertip search.
And are you "impromptu—fingertip—searching"
for anything specific?
A killer.
Is that a wasp?
Apis mellifera.
A female worker honey bee, missing a stinger.
I'm afraid she's quite dead.
The act of stinging is fatal.
Yes. I'd say she's our girl.
Felix: How do you know it's a female?
Drones don't possess a stinger.
Only the women have what it takes to protect the hive.
I hear you found a bee.
Well, I discovered something myself...
From Reggie's room. It's a... — sister boniface: Adrenaline kit.
Yes, I suspected as much. Issued to patients with extreme allergies.
This is what Reggie was scrabbling around for in the changing room.
So I'm sorry, sister
but I am right and you are wrong for once.
Your bee was merely an accidental killer.
Go on, spit it out.
Observe.
A swatch from inside Reggie's shirt. Just below the collar.
The yellow powdery substance is pollen.
Note the blob of strange matter at its centre?
Duly.
Now. Isn't she marvellous?
I've grown rather fond of her actually.
Anyway. There's a similar blob on her thorax, between the wings.
Sam: So?
So... the blob on the shirt and the blob on the bee
are identical.
Glue.
Peculiar as it sounds, our bee was literally stuck
into the back of Reggie's shirt!
Someone who knew about Reggie's allergy
and was close enough to the band to gain access
snuck into the changing rooms prior to the show.
Sam: But with a live bee? How?
Sister boniface: Well, bees can be quite docile
when warm and well fed.
A drop of, say, sugar syrup would have kept this little lady very happy.
So do you see?
This means it was no accident.
This was cold blooded...
Murder?
It looks that way I'm afraid, sir.
What an almighty ballcock.
Well, there are already fans camped in vigil on the streets.
The whole place is starting to look like lourdes.
We're working through who benefits from his death, starting with the band.
There's also a mystery groupie that wpc button and I are following up.
And you um...
Think she's up to it?
Uh... — why do you ask that?
She's just tried to give me a commemorative candle.
She's a fan. She's taken it pretty hard.
Mm, yes. Well, it's all a bit of an experiment
this wpc in great slaughter.
Just keep an eye, yes? Hm?
There's no room for dead wood.
So, you're a taxi driver, Tom?
As well as a window cleaner and a gardener?
Oh arr... them there yardle hand be them darvil's workshaarp.
He says, idle hands are the devil's workshop.
But you gave this woman a lift? Do you remember her?
Arr.
Her be your only garl coming out from them thar music'hall stead yar going in!
He laughs
he reckons she was the only girl leaving the gig, instead of going in!
That's great! I mean, you can take us to her address?
Yarp.
Yeah.
Ok, great. — engine starts
knock on door
yeah, that's probably them.
No...
No, of course I won't say anything.
Yes. Yes, I know what'll happen if...
What?
Oh, god.
Knocking on door continues
Angie yates?
Yeah.
Sam: The police. May we come in?
We used to date in a loose sense. If you know what I mean?
Right, well, let's just say you wouldn't exactly call it formal courting.
I knew he was playing here
so I got a room
and I went over to...
Arrange to... you know...
To hook up, after the gig.
Just for the night.
But he never showed.
What happened?
Miss yates, that's what we're trying to figure out.
Thank you.
Harlands of Grosvenor street, very fancy.
Oh, yeah. It's a present
from Reggie.
Oh, sorry, did you want one? — no.
Thank you.
Uh, mrs Adams? From the house?
Ivy, please.
I didn't want to interfere, but I thought you'd want this.
Postman dropped it off this afternoon.
Such a lovely lad. Well, um, goodnight.
Thank you, Ivy.
Phone rings
so what is it?
Felix: Oh, my good lord.
Who is that?
Well, it's not Angie yates.
Felix: Thompson's photographers.
Just says, "as requested". Is it blackmail?
I've seen photos like this before.
The convenient staging.
My hunch is this is a put—up job at Reggie's request.
At Reggie's? Why?
Faked evidence of adultery.
It's normally used to push through a divorce.
But he was a bachelor, why on earth would he want a divorce?
The single has been on the radio all day.
The record company estimates it's up to number 10 already.
Yeah. Could be even higher by tomorrow when they announce!
What's this?
No, no, no, no, no. Pete, the oueenmakers must go on.
We... we need you to sing for us.
What, Reggie's part?
Oh, no, no I... — but you've a voice to die for.
Just think what solace you'll give the fans.
He sucks teeth it's true, mate...
You do what you wanna do, Pete.
Alan: We're a brotherhood, eh?
You want to selfishly ruin everyone else's career?
Peter, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Huh?
Yeah.
Alan chuckles
lowlsey: It seems our local reporter's got the proverbial bit between her teeth.
She's now claiming it's murder.
It's conjecture, sir. Ruth penny's had nothing from us.
The eyes of the world are upon us now, Gillespie.
We need that killer behind bars pronto.
I want every officer pulling their weight
every mind focussed, every boot on the ground. And I'll...
I'll be in my office.
Gentlemen. I bring news.
Oh, please. No more...
Overnight I managed to isolate a number of pollen types from Brenda.
Sorry, our bee.
I met a sister Brenda once at a lecture
and honestly there's something about those hairy little mandibles...
Anyway, um, in examining the pollen
I've identified three types of flora thus far.
Fuchsia, lavender and the common daffodil.
So deduction...
"Brenda" was plucked from a garden
containing all three of those flowers in close proximity.
Find the garden and we find our killer.
Crowd screams
I am here to heal the peoples' heartache.
The oueenmakers are not splitting up.
Crowd whoops
far from it. In honour of their dear friend Reggie
the boys plan to give fans what they so sadly could not two nights ago.
A concert.
With a new line—up.
Tonight. Right here in great slaughter town hall.
Please, this is a difficult time for the band.
We are doing no questions right now. No, no, no.
Indistinct chati'er and shouting
journalists clamour
ls someone cross about our story.
We have to keep you on your toes.
All you're keeping, is me from doing my job properly.
You've embarrassed my team and you're jeopardising this case.
Well, don't go red in the face, you'll clash with your tie.
A boy is dead...
And all you're doing is peddling muck.
Muck!
Well, we'll have to agree to disagree on that one.
Sir?
What's this? — from the local records office.
A wedding certificate. — mm.
Reggie Wallis was married.
Not only that. Look at who he was married to.
Angie: I'm sorry, alright?
We kept it a secret for the fans.
The fans?
Alan said it would limit popularity if Reggie was "taken".
Honestly!
He made me sign to it.
Keep my mouth shut and I'd be looked after
but talk about Reggie and...
I'd be cut off.
Look...
I didn't kill him. Why would I?
I bloody loved the idiot.
What's this?
I think you know.
Evidence of adultery.
He was going to use them to divorce you.
Angie: Stop, please...
You didn't know? — mm—mm.
I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised.
I'm pregnant...
And I told him.
I told him, when he was in Hamburg but he went all quiet on the phone.
Divorce? Divorce? Is there any way you could've got this wrong?
Sorry. We confirmed with the photographer.
Alan set up a—— — Alan?
Yes. Alan set up a shoot at Reggie's request.
Right well, I bet Alan didn't tell you Reggie was leaving the band?
She's lying.
Alan chuckles
I mean, honestly, I've never even met the girl.
It's funny that. I wonder how your uh...
Very rare hand—made cigarettes ended up in her hotel room.
You paid her a visit after Reggie died and you threatened her to stay quiet, didn't you?
I did it for the band.
To protect them. Their reputation.
Well, from what I hear, they were splitting up anyway.
Only now with Reggie's murder...
You get a boost in publicity.
Pete gets to be the lead singer and you get to keep your 20°/o.
You honestly think I'm the one who does best out of this?
For a start Tony is the one who's contracted to inherit Reggie's song—writing royalties.
They wrote songs together, officially...
But it's no secret Tony did all the work.
No idea what you're talking about, mate.
Sam: It must have been galling...
Him taking all the credit, all the adoration.
You're the creative force and yet all those fans' eyes automatically go to him.
"Lovable Reggie". — let me tell you about our "lovable Reggie".
He's not the nice guy that everyone thinks he is, alright.
Tony, don't—— — no. He pushed Pete about.
He's made him feel like a toddler.
Anyone working for the band gets it in the neck.
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong, say something for once! — alright!
I had a friend.
A really close friend who passed away a couple of years back.
Reggie just treated it like some joke.
The guy could get into a fight with a wall.
He's even picked on little old Ivy.
Reduced the poor thing to tears.
Ivy: I was hoping that wouldn't be mentioned.
That he upset you?
It was the day the boys moved in.
I did my utmost to get everything ready.
But Reggie spotted a swarm of bees
all against the drainpipe over there.
He was...
Very upset...
A bit scary, truth be known.
Anyway, I had them removed.
And I realise now why he was so angry.
You don't think the bee came from here, do you?
It's possible. Although I can't see any lavender.
The thing is, sir, there's enough tension in that band to string a flipping guitar!
They all had reason to bump Reggie off.
But that's not right!
I mean...
You can't really think the band did this, sir!
They're lovely. — Peggy, I think you're maybe a bit...
Close to this one.
Maybe you could man the front desk for a while, eh?
Right.
Lowsley: Hm...
I'm sorry Gillespie, old boy.
I fear this case highlights what we all suspected.
Having a woman in the mix simply doesn't work.
Ok—— — a team should be lean and mean.
He sighs
probably best I, um...
He whispers: I let wpc button go, mm?
I'll leave that in your hands.
Perhaps he can be persuaded?
Not unless someone can snap button out of it...
Ruth: Friday... and then...
Come in. I'll call you back.
Look, um...
Sometimes when the blood is up, you, er...
You overstep the Mark.
Alright, you've attempted an apology. What is it?
Peggy is very emotional.
She's acting like Reggie's some kind of Saint and that her world is over.
Her job is at risk.
You're concerned for her.
Well, I don't want to be a man down.
He sighs kids today, eh.
If they're in love everyone has to hear about it.
What happened to good old British restraint?
Oh, you mean repression?
I thought our handsome bachelor didn't believe in love?
I don't.
Well, if you could come up with something that might snap Peggy out of it?
Alright, I'll think about it.
Oh, poor Peggy.
First love, it's the scar that never heals.
Who said that?
Felix: So we have more pollen?
Oh, but not just any pollen.
This belongs to the typha, a genus of monocotyledonous.
More commonly known as the bulrush. — right.
And as I'm sure you'll remember from the story of Moses
they tend to grow by rivers.
Now, um, this is my "pollen map".
Deduction.
Isolating the typha, we can now focus on this specific area close to the river.
We just need to find the garden, hedgerow or Meadow containing all these plants.
Alan: Gentlemen.
The Van is outside.
The record label now thinks we are somewhere in the top five
within all the periodicals.
The top five!
We find out in a hour.
All you need to focus on now is blowing us all away as a trio.
Mm? Are you ready to make some history, huh, Pete?
I, uh...
Atta boy! Atta boy! Hey, let's go do this one for Reggie, eh?
Come on, sunny. — Tony: Al?
Mm—hm. — did you know in the contract
Angie's cut off from any of Reggie's royalties?
She's got a kid on the way. Just... — uh... no, I don't, listen.
Try not to worry about it now, ok. I will look into it.
We've got four suspects.
A nun chasing flowers, a wpc in denial and nothing new to work with.
Felix, we must be looking at this wrong.
Ms penny, you can't be in here.
It's ok, Felix. Do you have something to help?
Peggy, can you come and join us please?
This is the liverpool standard
from two years ago.
Brian caudlin.
I know all about him.
He was the oueenmakers's original roadie.
Sister boniface: Mm. Handsome fellow.
One can still appreciate the form.
This story doesn't end happily I'm afraid.
I'll say. He topped himself.
Well, he was found dead in his hotel bathtub, electrocuted.
It was all kept very hush—hush at the time.
Do we know why he did it?
Well, there were rumours of bullying...
Which left Reggie in a pretty unsavoury light
well, that's a lie.
Look, I know this journalist.
They're convinced that Reggie was the reason that he did it.
You know, you newspaper people, you're all the same
with your big words, twisting everything!
Hey, Peggy! Let's keep an open mind here.
No. Reggie was a good man!
You should all be ashamed of yourself!
Ok, that is enough!
You and I need a serious word but in the meantime
Tom Thomas' and Ivy Adams' statements, I notice they don't have signatures.
But sir, the concert.
Then you'd better hurry along then.
I tried.
Besides, you didn't let me finish.
Look at the dates.
The night Reggie was killed...
Was the anniversary of Brian caudlin's death.
It's a coincidence.
Or possibly not.
"A close friend that passed". That's what sunny the drummer said, remember?
And Reggie openly mocked his loss.
Perhaps that is what this is all about...
Revenge.
Yes!
He sighs
ah, detective inspector. What do you want?
Sunny, could I have a quick word please?
I think it's time we talked about Brian. Don't you?
It was suicide.
Brian took his own life.
Do you know why?
Why...
We know at the time that it was suspected that Reggie...
He was homosexual.
He was our driver.
Roadie.
You know, we'd only just started out and he was like one of the gang.
But Reggie somehow worked it out.
And he used that against him? — sunny: Mm.
Threatened to expose him to the police.
Made him work for less money.
See, that's the thing. Reggie had a real nasty streak like that.
He dominated people.
So that argument you had about the set list...
It was about Brian.
See, Brian was from round here.
It was the anniversary of his death
and I just thought, given the crowd, that it might be nice to mention him.
Reggie didn't agree?
"Why mention that flippin' queer?" I think were his words.
Were you and Brian close?
He was a mate.
Perhaps more than a mate?
Personally, I believe love is love.
He sobs
we couldn't tell anyone we were together...
And I couldn't even stick up for him.
You can't help who you fall for.
Look, I don't want any trouble.
Please don't make this public.
You don't know what that's like...
Being scared just because of who you are.
I could lose everything.
I'd be locked up.
We're not interested in that.
Do you know anything about Brian's family?
No.
No, not really.
I think his dad died when he was young, and then his mum remarried.
But I never met them and...
None of us were invited to his funeral.
Honestly.
I hated Reggie.
But I never would have killed him.
He weren't bloody worth it.
Here. Fuchsias, violets, lavender and the common daffodil.
So that's it then? — sister boniface: Well, not quite.
You'll remember the lynch pin to my whole strategy
was the common typha, the bulrush.
And you didn't find any there?
Well, I couldn't see into the back. I did try
and may or may not have damaged the owner's fence in the process.
Thank you.
Ok, well where is this place?
Willow cottage on foxhill Lane.
Sorry, Willow?
Sal/x alba. Deciduous tree
with slender, drooping branches, often said to be "weeping".
No, I mean, I just...
Ichecked.
Willow cottage was Brian caudlin's old address.
Apparently he has a mother who still lives there. Ivy Adams...
Sister boniface: Of course.
She remarried.
Brian was Ivy's son.
Hang on. That sweet old woman is no murderer.
Oh, but Sam, you're forgetting one thing.
A mother's love can be the deadliest thing of all.
Gosh, I gave myself tingles just then.
Button's there right now.
I need you to sign, there.
You have a lovely house.
Alright, Peggy, love?
Uh, yeah. I just...
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
Are you sure about that, Peggy, love?
Wait here please. I'll...
I'll be right back.
You got this, Pete. Yeah?
He muti'ers
oh! Hang on, one moment.
Yes? —al. Listen, uh...
I've been doing a bit of thinking. — mm—hm.
I want a portion of our money to carry on going to Angie.
I don't have family, I don't know what Reggie was thinking divorcing her
cutting her off when she's about to have a—— — will you just focus?
You are moments away from the single most important performance of your career
and you're wittering about some girl.
Reggie had no problem with the idea, I don't see why you should.
Mm? — what, it was your suggestion?
Look, all of this can be sorted out later.
Right now, I don't want it affecting your performance. Ok?
Yes, I'm here. Sorry about that.
Ok, call back in ten.
Gas hisses
Peggy coughs
it was you, wasn't it?
How could you do that to our Reggie?
You should leave, Peggy, love.
Now, just wait a second.
You know, you could hurt someone doing that.
I always knew my Brian was special.
Right from when he was young.
See...
He only ever wanted to share his life with a man...
And he found one.
That's what he said.
He'd write to me on the road. He sounded so happy.
But then...
He said Reggie was on to him.
Threatening...
Degrading...
For months...
Until all my letters stopped.
It was a couple of days after we heard he died, his note arrived.
"Sorry, mum...
I can't live with it anymore".
Reggie...
Reggie Wallis drove my boy to his grave.
He took everything.
I had no choice.
Now it's over.
Peggy:
I just want to be with my boy.
I know. — Ivy sobs
I don't think Brian would want this. Would he?
Ivy whimpers
he loved you
and he'll wait for you.
Ivy wails
Peggy, love.
Brian's letter.
About finding love.
I wonder if you could make sure it gets to sunny?
Ah, wpc button.
I have to admit I'm...
Impressed.
Even a little surprised.
So I want you to know that I'm putting you forward for a commendation.
Well done. He chuckles
just what we need, eh Gillespie? A wpc on the team.
Oh, no. The concert!
Oh Peggy, don't panic.
Follow me. Quick! We must run.
One, two, three, four...
♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪
Women scream
♪ she's so sunny, I'm not wearing shades ♪
♪ she's so bright, yeah she's so bright ♪
♪ she's so pretty, lhope she never fades ♪
♪ she's so bright, yeah she's so bright ♪
♪ eve/yone's falling in love with you ♪
♪ yeah ♪ — ♪ eve/yone's saying that I'i/ be true ♪
♪ oooh ♪ — ♪ / know that maybe ♪
♪ I'i/ help you see the light ♪
♪ ah... ♪
Fans cheer
They cheer
Alan: From the ashes they rise!
That was a performance people will tell their grandchildren about!
And I have news. "Out of sight" is now
the number one single in the country.
This is the big time. He laughs
so, what do you say, huh, mr lead singer?
Isay uh...
You're sacked.
He laughs
we'll manage ourselves from now on
until we find someone who's less of a weasel.
Right?
You. You...
You'll hear from my lawyer.
Sorry, Alan.
Take care. — Alan blusters: Ungrateful...
Oh, what is it?
We thought you should know. We've arrested Ivy Adams.
What? Why?
Ivy was Brian's mother.
She wanted you to have this.
A letter he sent her.
You missed us, peg.
I think we better do an encore.
Sunny: Yeah.
Fans clamour
there's someone very special we'd like to dedicate this last song to.
Peggy button, get up here.
Come on, don't be shy.
Crowd whoops
Peggy, this one's for you.
One, two, three, four...
Music starts
I fear Peggy may have a new crush.
That's all we need!
It's just first love that never heals, right? That's what you said.
You can't believe what a journalist says, Sam.
You know that.
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