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Previously on "Recipes for Love and Murder"...

You guys need to read this. It's the killer.

The Gazette can't not report on this. It was sent to us.

Exactly, because they want attention.

There's no point in fighting it, Maria.

They have rights to at least half the property.

Which means they can force the sale.

I'm working on something else that might help us...

dig up something incriminating.

I've been seeing Father Cedric for a while now.

Does he know how desperate you are to leave this place?

I know.

I'm late for work.

It's too late, Marius, to fix any of this.

Sorry, uncle.

I'm not your uncle, pal.

Marius, you can't drive like that.

Dear Tannie Maria...

how do you properly say goodbye to someone?

My great aunt left me this house, which was so kind of her.

But being in it...

makes me miss her terribly.

Feels like a museum, or a shrine to her.

It's not like me at all.

I'm a nurse,

I know ghosts aren't real, but I lie awake at night

thinking of her living alone in this house and...

worrying I'll end up the same way.

Maybe I'm stressed because I'm not getting enough sleep.

Nurses really need their sleep.

Do you know any recipes that could help me sleep better?

Please help.

Exhausted in Eden.

Dear Exhausted...

If I knew that recipe

I wouldn't be reading your letter at...

3 a.m.

You're up early... Or late.

Something on your mind?

A recipe.

Em, Maria?

I just...

I just thought you should know, uh...

Gordon's coming back today.

I see.

Coming back 'cause he's got what he needs?

Well, eh... he didn't say.

Thank you.

I am sorry.

What for?

Taking my house away from me?

Or marrying that man?

Hello, police?

Yes, there's been an accident.

Marius Rabie is dead.

Yes, I will hold.

What time did you find the body?

Um, about 6:15 a.m.

I walk this path every morning photographing the birds at dawn.

Was there anyone else, or any other vehicles?

No, nothing. Not anything while I was out.

The first vehicle I saw was your colleague arriving.

Okay...

Well, my colleagues there

will take your full statement from you later.

Okay?

There we go, thank you.

So, another drunk driver, hm?

It could be. But Piet and Nigel will look him over

just to make sure we don't miss anything.

I mean, he was going through a divorce and, you know,

the scandal, so...

Maybe it just is what it is, man.

Yeah. Well, there's nothing else to do here.

We have another stop to make. Let's go.

Hello?

What?

Morning... Everything okay?

Hello. Yes, this is Jessie.

Oh, Hattie!

I came as quickly as I could to offer my services.

Your services?

I can meet with you, not a problem.

You'll need a eulogy.

Oh! Everything he's done! His entire life's work!

It's too, too awful!

Yes, the profile Jessie did on Mayor Bramley was very moving.

Marius!

Marius is dead!

Marius?

- What happened? - Car accident.

Corner at the edge of town, close to his home.

- That's what my source said too. - Your source?

I have to go. I'll explain later.

Oh, good. I thought I might've missed you.

Is someone coming to collect you?

Yes, the church has sent someone to meet me in town, but...

I have to do something first.

Well, let me take you to town then.

Thank you.

You're leaving town?

To church headquarters, yes.

I'll need to talk to you first.

Well, Maria was just about to run me into town, so...

I'll take you there, and then we'll talk on the way.

Of course.

You let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

Did you have any reason to suspect

that Frank was having an affair?

-What? -An affair.

No. Frank? An affair?

Well, we found a profile on a local dating app.

The developers were kind enough to hand over their data

after we sent them a court order.

He had an active profile and was communicating exclusively

with one other profile.

There were photographic exchanges

and plans made on many occasions to meet up.

It must be someone else. It must be.

The app was on his phone, we just logged into it.

Any suspicious behaviour?

Him going out more often? Been seen with someone else?

No, nothing like that.

You-- You think that this might be someone

he actually met up with?

Not just a flirtation or fantasy?

I'd say so, yes.

If you're leaving town, we'll need a full address

and contact number of the place you'll be staying, please.

Hello!

Hi.

Hm... no jokes for me today, Doep?

I would like some kudu, if you have any.

Haven't you heard?

Marius is dead.

Marius? Dead?

Mm... Car accident.

I don't have any kudu, but I can get you some.

-15% off for you. -Thanks, Doep.

I could do 20%.

Thank you for your call.

You wanted to talk about Marius?

Yeah well, Ma Grace said I could trust you.

She said you helped her when her son was murdered.

Grace? Have you spoken to her? Is she well?

Yes, she's okay.

She said that you might give me good advice

if I come with a story to you.

The night of the fires, I was out.

You were starting fires.

Well, Marius promised me a lot of money.

The buildings were empty.

There was no one there, it was just bricks.

Promised you, or paid you?

Well, promised. He might've paid me a little bit, okay.

But after he was cross, he said I was stupid for being seen.

Then he stopped paying me money. Okay, but that's not the story.

What's the story?

The night of the fires, someone jumped a wall of the guesthouse

where the man was found dead, and I was outside.

I found the backpack. I saw it, I took it and I went.

And all the stolen things from the night of the fires,

you have them? Wait, are you...

The police won't believe I just found the bag.

They'll think I was the burglar.

I'll have to tell the police about this.

I should've told them I was meeting you.

Yeah, but you didn't.

Look, all I'm asking for is two hours.

Two hours to get away. That's all I'm asking for here.

Okay. If you can do something for me,

I'll give you some cash and help you on your way.

What a nice surprise.

The police just told me that Frank was having an affair.

-Oh, Georgie... -And...

my mind's been racing, replaying moments of conversations.

And you know what I've realised?

-What? -That I...

didn't notice Frank was having an affair

because I was so busy spending time with you.

That's not the same. You never broke your vows to Frank.

I have been cheating. Spiritually... emotionally.

We haven't done anything wrong.

I lied to my husband by omission.

I'm lying to my family,

I'm lying to my church.

I believe God will judge you kindly.

I told the District Office

we have another body we're requesting to hold here.

They asked if we're gonna make a habit of it.

I hope not.

Leonard is just storing him for us.

Let's go sign the paperwork.

Did the office call you with clearance?

Yes, sorted. I just need you to sign here, Detective.

I hope this isn't gonna become a habit.

I think it's off-putting to have the cops here all the time

while people are just trying to grieve for their loved ones.

We'll try not to take advantage of your kindness.

Piet, you might need to come take a look.

-At what? -Marius' face.

Alcohol poisoning?

Maybe but, boss, this feels more like...

Thank you, Leonard.

I think it's poison.

Alcohol wouldn't do that.

I'll get some samples to the lab, get his bloodwork.

Nigel should be in soon, so he can start the autopsy asap.

-Who would want Marius dead? -Who wouldn't?

He wasn't exactly a popular guy.

He just set half the town on fire, for one.

Had a run-in with his ex-wife yesterday,

was fuming about Jessie's campaign against him,

everyone said.

"Everyone?"

Lucille.

I thought you said you don't like gossip.

I don't, but... it doesn't mean it isn't useful.

You know who else might want Marius dead?

Someone who writes to the newspapers

about how bad men should suffer.

You think the same person killed Frank and Marius?

Well, better that than two killers in Eden.

So, he was here last night, huh?

He's been here most nights, lately.

And do you know how much he had to drink?

Couple of beers, couple of brandies.

Anything else worth mentioning?

He got into a bit of a fight with your colleague's brother.

Jaco?

-Thank you. -All good.

The night of the fires, I was passing by the guesthouse.

Someone jumped the wall of the guesthouse, dropped their bag,

and they weren't coming out in a long time.

So, I took the bag.

I was scared, okay?

That's why I left Eden.

Look, I know I was warned not to come back

because it might be dangerous for me to be here.

You know, I was even afraid to sell the things inside the bag

because I didn't want to get caught.

Sorry, but I have to leave.

Please don't come after me. I won't do anything bad.

You saw a wanted man and never alerted the police?

I received the video and backpack from an anonymous--

Jessie, come on.

You were telling me how busy your investigation is.

You wanna waste time on me, or do you want the evidence?

You'd better have not messed with this backpack.

So, the burglar dropped this outside the guesthouse,

but never came back for it.

Maybe they were planning to come back for it.

Or someone else was going to pick it up, you know.

There's something else you should know.

Frank was having an affair.

-What? -Georgie told me.

We're also cataloguing the rest of the items from the backpack

to see if it turns up any more evidence.

And Marius?

Okay, so we're still waiting for the bloodwork

but for now, we're treating Marius' death as suspicious.

Just check if Marius is on that Karoo Chat dating app.

Do you think they're connected?

I'm just remembering the letter writer.

Maybe there's a connection there.

I'll ask.

We should probably interview Dorette for background.

And Jaco.

My brother's complicated but he's not a murderer.

He had a fight with Marius last night.

If this was anyone else, you'd call them a suspect.

Also, Marius' wallet, cellphone and wedding ring were stolen.

I'm afraid Jaco does have a history.

So, maybe you should ask him if he recognises the backpack.

Piet, interview him.

You're wasting your time.

You're too close to this. If you keep pushing,

I'm going to take you completely off this case.

Anyone else?

Um, it's not about this, but about Frank.

I've been thinking... Georgie was seeing Father Cedric.

Yeah, for religious counselling.

Maybe he liked her?

Maybe he thought her husband was holding her back.

So, a priest can be a murderer, but your brother would never?

Oh, Khaya mentioned they were autopsying Marius.

Why would he need an autopsy for something obvious

like drunk driving?

Do they think he was murdered?

The trouble with Marius is

the list of people who didn't like him is rather long.

What about Chantal? Taking out a political rival?

Are you going to accuse me next?

No, you don't want it as badly as she does.

Sorry, Hattie. I meant that as a compliment.

You're a reasonable person.

You wouldn't actually kill to be mayor.

Thanks for thinking I'm not a murderer. That's very generous.

I doubt I'll be campaigning in the near future anyway.

It feels too tacky now. What will be, will be.

Knock-knock. Sorry, ladies...

Maria, I think I've solved your kudu problem. Come.

You were gone early this morning.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry. - Maria, come, come, come.

-I don't think you've met Sarel. -Hello, Sarel.

Do you supply Doep with his kudu?

Amongst other things.

Sarel's my husband.

Baby, this is Tannie Maria.

-Hello, lovely to meet you. -Yes, howzit.

How long have you been together?

Fifteen years, married for ten.

You and your colleague, you're the investigators, right?

Um, something like that, yes.

You should talk to that young Snyman chap.

Do you mean Jaco?

Why Jaco?

He got into a massive fight with Marius last night.

I was there. It started in the bar,

and then a few hours later, Snyman was back.

I heard them yelling in the street.

If you want to know more about Marius' state of mind,

-you should ask him. -We will, Sarel. Thank you.

Jessie, will you talk to Jaco?

-Sarel says-- -I heard. Yes, of course.

I tried to get him not to drive himself last night.

I did try.

I'm sure you did. There was no telling that man what to do.

Maybe if I got Fifi to bite him.

You know, I heard he got into a big fight last night.

My cousin's boyfriend's sister's husband,

he works at the bar at the hotel.

He said Marius and Jaco were at each other's throats.

Why do you need 24 cans of chickpeas?

Are they all chickpeas? I didn't notice.

Well, Tannie Maria has got a great hummus recipe if you need.

I just thought I'd stock up on...

Grabbed a few cans.

I just thought I should talk to other people

who knew and loved Marius.

- Loved? - Please, ladies...

Can I request that we have no more gossip about Marius?

And, um, doughnuts are half-price today.

It's what Marius would've wanted.

-That will be R547,68. -That much?

Yes, it's a deli now.

- Hi, baby. - Ma, are you okay?

-I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? -Khazi said you had a break-in.

Oh. Oh, that? Well, it was nothing.

You must've been so terrified, Mama. And it's not nothing.

Yeah, I was a little bit scared, but never in any danger.

Promise me you'll take care of yourself.

I promise.

It sounds like things are getting wild over there.

Zindzi, I'll call you back. I'll be fine, promise.

Okay. Well, call Khaya if you need help.

I will, I promise.

I didn't know you were still here.

Oh, I waited for the cops to finish with the autopsy

and I washed up after them.

Brushed the hair, and so on.

You know, the cops don't care much

for leaving the dead with their dignity.

You know, you didn't have to call Khaya the other day

when we had the break-in.

I could've checked the security for us.

Oh, I wasn't really thinking about it.

I just wanted the cops to know.

-I'm always around. -I know.

Thanks.

Hey...

Help me, or bugger off. I don't need an audience.

I hear you saw Marius Rabie last night.

-Yeah. -Do you know he's dead?

Yeah.

So, when last did you see him, Jaco?

Am I a suspect?

Maybe he wanted a hit of something.

Maybe the booze wasn't enough and he wanted to get high.

Marius, high on meth?

Can you imagine? What a joke.

Jaco, did you give him anything?

What you trying to say about me?

You'll get brought in for questioning.

Someone poisoned Marius and then stole his stuff.

So, that's what you think of me?

Go on. Say it.

I don't think you're a murderer.

-But? -But I think you're reckless,

and might've given him something

that reacted badly with his system.

And I definitely think

you could've stolen his phone and wallet.

- Stop it! - He thinks I'm a killer, Ma.

No, I'm warning him that he's a suspect.

He cares more about that damn badge

and being like his dead dad than he cares about his own family.

Hey! Enough, both of you!

What would your pa think of both of you?

He'd be too drunk to think.

Don't worry, I've got nothing to hide.

Morag...

Morag?

Maria...

I hope you've been enjoying your last days here.

Hello, Detective.

I'm surprised you haven't packed up more.

I'm not planning on going anywhere.

I had hoped to present you with a title deed.

Marius informed me yesterday that the deeds office

had finally amended them and sent them to him,

naming Aileen as co-owner of this property.

Of course, his death is an inconvenience.

I'm sure it is.

People have a tendency to die around you, Maria.

Men in particular.

Should I be scared?

Anyway, I'm sure you know the law around here, Maria.

Anyone who owns a share in a property

can force a sale. Remember?

Is that what you're doing, then?

How did that police interview go?

I hope they didn't go too easy on you.

No, let her. As soon as they let us into Marius Rabie's office,

we'll begin the sale process!

I hope you're certain about all of this.

Airfares, coming here... I mean, we've got no savings left now.

We don't need savings.

We're gonna live off the proceeds of this land.

That's what Mickey would've wanted for you.

Thanks for coming in, Jaco.

Yeah well, I'm the son of a police officer, ain't I?

Your father was, um... an important part of this unit.

So, Jaco, I hear you and Marius

had a bit of a disagreement last night.

I guess.

He was just being a bit of a dick, really. Nothing serious.

A few people say it got a bit serious.

Aggressive.

-Did Marius do that? -Marius? No.

Look, I heard the rumours.

I don't know if Marius mixed some crap into his own drink,

or if it was someone else, but it wasn't me.

You didn't wanna take your revenge out on Marius?

I heard he was a bit rude.

I think he's been rude to half the town.

He wasn't rude to half the town last night... the night he died.

Sorry...

I don't have anything else to tell you.

Maybe we must talk about a different night, then.

The night Frank died.

I don't know anything about any murders.

Have you seen this backpack before?

No.

I think you have.

I think it's yours.

You know, I can charge you with obstruction of justice.

You could.

I thought your father had raised a better man than this.

My father didn't raise me.

Don't you ever wish you had a more peaceful job?

Often.

Hey, do you know anything about, uh...

this Karoo Hook Ups app?

Thank you.

Why do you ask?

Oh, I shouldn't. I-- It just...

It came up in the case, and since you're a single woman,

I thought maybe you'd looked it up.

Just a few questions about how it works.

Hm... As a single woman?

Why do you ask me? Are you investigating dating apps now?

They are.

Well, luckily the developers have been very cooperative in...

giving us their data.

Forget about work.

For at least an hour.

-An hour I can manage. -An hour is plenty.

- Oh, can I help you? - Hi, Bronwyn.

Is Jessie in? It's just, I really need to do some cook--

Hi. Can I use your kitchen?

Mine is occupied by colonisers

and I urgently need to reply to a letter.

-If we get to eat, fine by me. -Um, Bron! Rude.

Also, it's not your house.

It's just as much my house as yours.

And saying I wanna eat her food isn't rude, it's a compliment.

It's a cheeky one, and it's rude.

Um, could I? I mean...

-Of course! Yes, come in. -Yes, yes.

Great.

Dear Exhausted...

You have been on my mind since the wee hours of this morning.

I do hope you got some sleep.

It might sound counterproductive,

but I'm going to recommend you do some very tiring things.

Firstly, a whole lot of chopping.

Really put your elbow into it.

Sometimes, things just are what they are,

and all we need to do is accept that.

Have you considered it might be time

to physically make your new house yours?

Some redecoration? Remodelling?

When you do something with your own two hands,

you can really trust it.

And you can trust these mushrooms, herbs and flavours

to be delicious.

Maria, can you pass me those serviettes, please?

-These ones? -Yeah. Thank you.

I promise you that.

Sometimes a change can be as good as a holiday.

Doing something new

can completely shift the way you see something.

-Shoo! Shoo! -No, Gordon! Don't do that!

She's no bother!

Looks like you're getting comfortable here.

-Well, it's a lovely home. -Ay, it'll fetch a great price.

Here's wishing you a full tummy...

Okay, Auntie, let's talk.

I'm going to need to make a few more changes.

...and a great night's sleep.

You didn't tell me to expect company tonight, Mom.

But Craig's welcome here anytime.

He probably heard Tannie Maria was cooking.

There you go.

Um, so, I set the table especially tonight...

-It looks lovely. -Thank you.

I thought this evening was a bit of a special occasion,

-because I really-- -Of course he's welcome anytime.

I just don't think we get enough time as a family anymore.

Jessie, if you have something to say to me, then say it.

-I have something to say. -No, let Jessie talk, Bronwyn.

You have a problem with my boyfriend

being here all the time?

No offence, Craig, I've seen this before.

My mother gets a boyfriend, they become part of the family,

and then, just like my father, they vanish out of our lives.

It's exhausting, Ma.

- Perhaps I should just-- - Stay.

Jessie, I'm a grown woman,

and I work damn hard.

And if I happen to find a little joy in this world,

is that too much to ask?

-I'm gonna eat in my room. -No, Riley, please don't go.

Perhaps we should continue this conversation outside.

Away from our guests.

Ma, can you-- Jessie?

What was it you wanted to say, dear?

Um, Sarah and I are dating now.

I'm gay.

Well, Bronwyn, I don't know Sarah, but I do know...

it is really great when you find someone who can make you happy.

Isn't that right, Craig? Like you and Ms September?

Yes. Mm, that.

Thank you, Tannie Maria.

I missed you, Gordon...

when you were in Scotland.

I missed you too, buttercup.

It was damned inconvenient being so far away.

And so expensive, the travel.

Ay, well, sacrifices needed to be made.

It gave me time to think, you know, about Maria.

Trust me, I've thought about nothing else.

Gordon, do you really think this is the right thing?

Of course it's right.

It's justice, Aileen.

It's my duty.

Which reminds me, I really needed your signature.

That can wait until tomorrow.

Did you ever...

Did you ever think about us?

It's an exhumation order.

-What? -If you sign it,

they'll finally dig Mickey up and give him a proper autopsy.

Isn't that great?

Isn't it?

I wonder what she poisoned him with.

Some alcohol, do you think?

Or maybe it was just dinner.

So, am I just supposed to be celibate my whole life?

Be a nurse, be a mother,

and pretend that I don't have needs and feelings?

-That's not what I'm saying. -So, what are you saying?

I need your permission to invite my boyfriend over?

I'm just saying I miss the evenings

where it was you, me and the kids hanging out together.

And when they went to bed, we talked.

I just miss being us.

There have been plenty of evenings

when Craig hasn't been here

and you have been out, Jessica.

I miss being needed, Ma.

It was annoying, but it was nice.

Now I just feel like a spare part.

Oh, Jess...

We will always need you.

Come here.

Maybe it's time that you become a little more independent, huh?

Are you kicking me out now?

- Jessica, I'm not-- - Um...

I think your other daughter might need you too.

Bronwyn? Is something wrong?

No! No, not at all...

But I think she needs her mum.

You go.

I'll be an independent investigative journalist.

Ai...

Time to tackle Jaco.

And so? Where was Maria then tonight?

I don't know.

She and Jaco obviously both had other things come up for them.

I actually really enjoy it when she's here, though.

I mean, she gives great advice, and...

sorry, but her snacks are the best.

I enjoy it too.

Ask her to come back, man. Please?

I'll message her, tell her she was missed.

-You'd better. Bye. -Bye!

So, what do you like about Sarah?

Well, I just...

I feel really great about myself when I'm around her.

-That's good. -And she makes me laugh.

And she thinks I'm really cool.

You are very cool, Bronnie.

-You're not mad, Ma? -Why would I be mad?

I'm sorry we ruined your big reveal.

This is very cute.

We should save these for when Sarah comes for dinner.

Mom, you're not gonna be all soppy around her, now are you?

No, I'm not gonna be soppy.

But we are going to have a long talk, the three of us

about rules and boundaries.

Eww, Mom. Eww...

Yeah, just because you're dating a girl

doesn't mean you get different rules, young lady.

Oh, my word...

Goodnight, Auntie.

And thank you again. For my house.

-Regardt's inside. -I'm not here for Regardt.

I have a few questions for you, actually.

You also think I'm a killer?

No.

But I do think you're hiding a bunch of stuff.

And you think I will tell you?

I've gotta at least give it a try.

-Follow me. -What?

- Maria? - Oh, there you are.

I brought you my kudu Wellington.

Honestly don't know why.

I'd totally understand if you're busy, I just...

I thought of you when I made it, and wanted you to--

Thank you.

Wow, that's quite the view.

You tell me something...

-I'll tell you something. -What do you wanna know?

Who are you so angry at tonight?

My mother. She raised me as an adult when I was a kid.

Then, tonight, she suggested I move out.

Yeah, moms are always contradicting themselves.

Mine wants me to get clean and get a real job.

She goes through two bottles of wine a night

and hasn't worked a day since my dad died.

I'm sorry.

She wants me to be like Regardt.

How's your mom's boyfriend doing? The ambulance driver guy.

Craig's an ambulance driver?

Ah. So that's how they met?

-You haven't asked? -No.

I've actually been quite awful to my mother...

and Craig.

I'm worried I'm not a very nice person sometimes.

Who do you wanna be?

Just myself...

More free.

Less afraid.

Then be that.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

Could we talk?

I'd like to know exactly where we stand.

I... I don't think I have an answer to that.

Oh, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have come.

Maria... I'm sorry.

It's your turn to tell me something.

I can't.

If I do, you won't kiss me again.

I need to tell you something,

and wanted you to hear it from me first.

Last night you asked me about the Hook Ups app.

I have used it. That's how I met Frank,

and that's how we started our affair.

But, it was all over long before I met you.

Khaya, I like you. I really like you.

I couldn't have this be a secret between the two of us. Not now,

when we're getting so serious.

You'll have to have a formal interview.

Ta-da!

Oh, my word. Thanks, guys. This is totally not awkward.

So, um, if Sarah's your girlfriend,

will she still be able to help with maths?

Because she's really good at explaining things.

I'm sure she will, Riley.

-I'm really happy for you, Bron. -Thank you.

And I said everything I needed to say, last night.

And you're less likely to get pregnant.

-Ma, eww! -Now, let's eat.

How did the relationship start?

On the app. We flirted a bit.

And, was this connection special?

I'd flirted with a few men, it never went anywhere.

It's tough in the Karoo for a single black mom.

And then you and Frank met up?

I'm not proud about it, but yes.

He suggested meeting.

At that point in time I didn't know that he was married.

Then he told me in person.

He said his wife was unhappy with their life

and that he was worried

that she'd leave him and take the kids.

He was lonely.

And, um...

How many times did you and Frank engage in...

-intercourse? -Twice.

But then it became too much for me.

I told him I couldn't see him anymore

But he wouldn't stop messaging me.

On the app, he was making arrangements

to meet up the night he was killed.

No, no, no. I broke it off weeks before that.

I deleted the app, so if he was messaging me,

I wouldn't have seen it.

So, um... So, when was the last time you saw Frank?

Maybe a couple of days before he died.

At the deli. But we didn't greet one another.

I didn't kill him, if that's what you're asking me.

What the--

Morag!

You'll be sorry!

Good work.

How did it go?

She insists she broke up with him a few weeks ago.

I think you should take yourself off the case.

You're not gonna tell me what to do.

No, but you're sleeping with the woman

who was sleeping with the murder victim,

and that's gonna affect your judgement.

I am perfectly capable

of keeping my work and my private life separate.

Really? The way you felt about Maria

didn't affect your judgement during the Van Wyk case?

Just take a day or two off, for your own sake.

-Morning. -Morning.

There's a letter to the editor. I saved it for you.

Am I still... if you're not campaigning?

Why don't we open it together?

"Just like Frank,

Marius was a sinner who deserved to die."