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Thank you.

All right, 42, 75, 23.

Yay, team, yay!

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Yay, team, yay!

Honestly, when do grown men stop being boys?

Do you really want them to?

No.

72, 46, 389, 4 ,122.

Hut, hut, hut!

Hey, come here.

You almost made me miss that catch. Could have caused me a touchdown.

Sorry, but it was a great shot.

Why are you using the flash buzz in the daylight?

My father says it gives it definition.

Okay, you can take all the pictures you want, but just stay out of the way

because you might get knocked out.

Once enough. Bye.

Bye.

Get back.

Right. Now come and help me find it.

Hey, if you're a football, why do you think we let you rich cats play with us?

Find it yourself.

Nothing to that man.

Look, I'm a police officer, Sergeant Brown.

Nobody's supposed to know about this, understand?

Like foreign spies and arch criminals and things like that?

Now you know.

But if you ever told anyone about that man, it'd blow the whole case.

Wow. And the bad guys would get away. You wouldn't want that to happen, would

you? No, sir.

Then we don't tell anyone what we saw, you swear?

Scout's honor.

Except I'm not really a scout yet.

But I will be after I get to be a Cub Scout.

Which I'm not either yet.

Partners? Partners.

So long, partner.

Hey, what's been keeping you? The food's getting cold. Hey, where's the

football? Mark, talk to you in a minute?

Hey, look, if it's bread you want to borrow, all I got is two dollars.

Excuse us.

Hey, man, seriously, all I got is two bucks.

Well, they take the girls home, I have to call homicide.

What's up?

We have a red blanket and a green bag.

So, you had to call in the first team, huh, Eddie boy?

Larry, number one, I'm off duty. Number two, homicide is your department.

Excuse me, Sergeant Brown.

I forgot Chief Ironside's boy only handles high -class cases.

What gut work can we do for you?

What are you doing here? You know, Roy, monitors all the police call.

I miss anything?

The body's in here.

After I found it, I stayed away so nothing would be disturbed.

You're learning, Eddie boy.

Slowly, but slowly.

Right over here.

Good likeness, Ed. Certainly looks like him. Very funny. Well, if you ask me...

Nobody did.

We're rather touchy tonight, aren't we? Touchy?

Riding Larry Carr is giving me. I'm rubbed raw.

All right, now this body. Description?

Male, Caucasian, red curly hair.

Wore a black pinstripe jacket.

Late 20s, early 30s, rough guess.

Features? Well, I only saw the back of his head and upper torso.

He seemed fairly husky when I lifted him up.

You didn't see his face?

No. Why not?

Something happened.

What happened?

The kid.

He can back me up.

What kid, Ed?

A little boy with a camera. He saw the body himself. I forgot all about it.

The commissioner wants to see his office right away. It's important.

Give me time to put on a time.

I'll be right over, sir.

With that kind of lead.

I'm sure you know what to do now. Yes, sir.

Hey, what about that shit?

That little boy, the same one you were talking to. He saw the body, even took a

picture of it.

I only knew his name. He didn't mention his name by any chance, did he?

No.

But it shouldn't be too hard to find out.

How? Well, if you live around detectives long enough.

Some of it's bound to rub off.

Hello?

Department of Motivicles?

Look, like... Well, it's not like we're practicing hippies or way out, Coot. But

we're raising Craig to level with us about everything, you know?

Why, we've explained sex to him and he's only eight yet.

Why, he's seen both Ted's and my naked bodies. We don't hide anything from each

other ever.

So, why...

If he saw a dead body, why didn't he say I saw a dead body?

Why? Well, I made him promise not to tell anyone.

Anyone does not include his mother and father.

He knows that.

Find it, Ted.

And it's tough just to draw like you said.

I still can't believe there's a picture of a dead man inside a garbage bag

inside this camera.

Well, we'll know for sure if I can borrow the camera to get the film

Why not just take a roll of film? Saves you from returning the camera.

Fine.

Sorry Craig isn't here, but he spends one night a week at Sally's folks.

You know, grandparents.

I still can't figure out why he didn't tell us about the body.

I mean, we taught him to confide in us.

Sex.

Everything. I told Sergeant Brown.

You learned it the wrong way, you stupid hockey jock. Now you've exposed the

film. Yeah.

Blew the clue, right?

Anybody find any body.

And I couldn't come at a worse time than a board meeting to discuss pay raises

for the police.

You think a thing like this will affect their decision?

Of course.

One officer seems to have made a mistake.

Aren't we all entitled to a mistake occasionally?

Are you positive that Ed did see a body?

Or maybe he was just seeing things.

Dennis, Ed saw a body.

Now, you mentioned important business. Could we get on with that?

Paul Cullen, J .P. Thompson's son -in -law.

He's been kidnapped.

When? Sometime last night. He never came home.

FBI been notified?

They're already working on it. Agents Murray and Hill.

Bob, I want you to work on this case for the city.

Thompson's a very influential man.

Pays a lot of taxes here. And frankly, we can use all the goodwill we can find

at this point.

Give me a rundown.

Well, briefly, the alleged kidnappers called Colin's wife this morning.

Said they had a husband and it would cost her... Or her father.

Probably $100 ,000 to get him back.

He was the same Thompson in the newspapers a couple of years ago, made a

splash trying to get his daughter's marriage annulled.

Yeah, calling her husband a fortune hunter.

It was a nasty mess.

I shouldn't think he'd be willing to pay now.

He isn't. But after all, Bob, you don't think that he would... I start all

cases with an open mind.

I'll keep the photo.

Okay, so you can get a picture of the dead guy.

But at least you have a witness now.

The kid will testify he saw the body, won't he? I suppose.

Well, that ought to shut your buddy Carr's mouth for a while.

Will it?

It's one thing to be needled about finding a non -existent body, but it's

something else for a sergeant of detectives to actually lose a body.

It's the way I figure it. I might as well leave bad enough alone.

Take a look at that.

Recognize him?

Should I?

Now.

That's him.

That's the body.

You're sure?

I'm positive.

Reasonably certain.

Well, I mean, the hairline, shape of the head.

I swear it's the same man. Who is he? Paul Collin.

John Porter Thompson's son -in -law. Thompson Enterprises? What happened?

Kidnapping. Thompson's daughter received a phone call about eight this morning

demanding $100 ,000 for the release of her husband.

Thompson immediately called the commissioner.

Then Paul Collin definitely could be the man in the green bag.

Except Mrs. Collin asked to speak to her husband to be sure it wasn't a hoax.

And she did?

He told her not to call the police or they'd kill him.

But that's it. Everything fits.

You say the kidnappers called about 8 o 'clock and Thompson immediately called

the commissioner.

So the kidnappers find out they killed Collin, dump his body in Bayview Park

where I find it at approximately 11 .30.

And lose it at 12 noon exactly.

Come in.

Special delivery.

Here.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Sergeant Ed Brown.

It's for you.

Homicide division.

See, what I'm going to do is I'm going to make Larry Carr eat this. Arm by arm,

leg by leg. That will be after you find the body.

Can't you tell the FBI we have reason to believe Paul Collin is dead? That might

get the third shot into the open.

Could you manage to restrain yourself until after 10 o 'clock tonight?

That's the time the kidnappers promised to call back with further instructions.

But if they let Elizabeth Collin talk to her husband again... Then Sergeant

Brown is still holding the bag and my quarter.

It's way past the time they're not going to call.

Kidnapping is a war of nerves.

You haven't told the FBI about me. I want to deal with facts, not hypotheses.

Let me tell you. No, they'll be expecting Mrs. Collin to answer. Look,

pigeon they're trying to bleed. Mr. Thompson, please, let your daughter

it. Mrs. Collin.

All right, Mrs. Collin.

Hello.

This is Elizabeth Collin.

Yes, I'm listening.

Yes, I understand.

Small bills.

Old bills, yes.

Fives, tens, nothing larger than a twenty, yes.

We know they won't take a personal check.

When do I get the instructions?

Wait, wait.

Please let me speak to my husband.

Please.

Paul?

Do what they say.

Please. Give them the money.

Where are you?

Are you all right?

They'll kill me if you don't do exactly what they tell you to do.

Well, that sticks a big pen in his balloon.

Maybe not.

Play it again from the top.

Hello? Person to person call for Elizabeth Collins from Atherton. Is she

This is Elizabeth Collins.

Hold it.

Make anything of that?

Well, Atherton is in long distance. Why didn't they dial direct? Even a

knucklehead knows that a cold place through an operator could be traced.

Exactly. You're thinking like the kidnappers want you to think.

That call was traced to a motel in Atherton. This morning, the kidnappers

from a telephone booth way up here in Richmond.

Well, they're on wheels. It'd be tough to zero in on them when they're moving

around like that.

We'll make a detective out of you yet.

But it's Paul Cullen traveling with them.

Calls are charged to his telephone credit card.

One more reason for placing the call through the operator.

If they have Cullen's credit card, we must assume they have Cullen.

It's pretty risky traveling around with someone who might recognize him. Maybe

Ed can answer that one.

Well, the FBI agents and I checked out the motel in Atherton.

Ed?

Well, the call to Mrs. Collin was placed from room 121 by a man registered as

Arthur Carpenter from Mason City, Iowa.

The desk clerk said he was small, plain, no distinguishing features.

Nondescript is the way he described him.

Did the desk clerk recognize the photograph of Paul Collin? No.

Nor the motel manager, nor the maids, bellhops.

Nobody remembers seeing him around.

And the desk clerk said that as far as he knows, Arthur Carpenter was the only

person ever in that room.

Well, how could Collins talk to his wife on the phone if he wasn't there?

With difficulty if he's dead.

Chief, we heard him talk to his wife.

Heard him, yes.

But did we see him?

Did anyone at the motel see him? Hey, this odd carpenter cat, he's an

Well, no tomorrow.

I'm asking the FBI to get a voice print from the original of that tape.

What'll they compare it with?

Mrs. Collin gave the voice lab a home recording her husband made at a party.

Well, if they don't match, we're still in business.

Yeah.

Chief Ironside's office.

Just a moment.

It's for you, Ed.

What a time for a date.

Sergeant Brown speaking.

Yes.

Yes, you're sure?

So when I talked to Craig on the phone, those were the exact words like, I

changed the film, he said.

I took that role to the photo drop to have developed, he said.

I got the claim slip number and the address right here.

Thank you very much. This is a great help.

Progress, I presume.

Looks like that picture may develop after all.

Now look, buddy.

24 -hour service is 24 -hour service.

You bring in your roll of film before noon one day, you get it the next.

24 -hour service. You savvy? You don't understand. I'm a police officer.

Sergeant Brown.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

If you guys are checking for porno, we're clean.

We haven't done any nudies since you guys clamped down a month ago.

Check my files. I don't want no search warrant.

Leave my guess.

No nudes.

I'm looking for a picture a little nine -year -old boy shot.

A kid?

What won't they think of next?

I have the claim check number here. It's the number his mother gave me. All

right. Let me see.

Well, I'm looking. I'm looking.

Oh, here it is.

I'm sorry. It's already gone out.

Now, your best bet's to wait till they deliver it at the drop tomorrow.

Today.

Noon. That's all I can do for you.

Thanks a lot.

My body lies over the ocean.

My body lies over the sea.

My body lies over the ocean.

Oh, bring back my body to me.

I'm sure you have better things to do than follow me around.

Oh, just happened to see your car.

Figured I could help you find another body.

Or maybe you came here hoping for something to develop.

Something's developing all right, Larry. An irresistible urge to stuff your

mouth with my fist.

Oh, come on. Can't you take a joke?

Scuttlebutt says you're on some big hush -hush kidnapping.

I hope you crack it soon.

I mean that, buddy. I've taken enough of a reg.

If there's anything I can do, just sing out.

Thanks. Yeah.

I want to be there when the victim shows up.

In the green garbage bag.

I'll make sure you're there, buddy.

Yes, Bill.

I see.

No question about it?

All right, thanks for letting me know.

I'll be in touch in the morning.

Good news, bad news, what?

Ben's.

FBI just received word from the two voice prints.

And?

They're identical.

Both prints definitely the same voice, Paul Collin.

Well, he must still be alive.

He's going to have to find another candidate for the green bag.

I thought you wanted to feed that to Sergeant Cobb. That's the point.

Paul Collin is still alive.

My only lead goes down the drain.

Sit down and have some breakfast. You'll feel better.

Yeah, well, let it be.

Eggs, cereal, toast. Just coffee, thanks.

You know, you've done a very thorough job on Collin.

After taking it all night.

It's worth it. As long as I thought he was my missing body.

Still worth it.

Not in my book.

Thanks, Mark.

Anytime. What about this Karen Muller?

That's all I got on her.

Colin has been keeping her in an apartment in the Marina District.

You, uh, plan to check her out this morning?

No, I hadn't.

Why? Chief, do me a favor. Let me off this case.

Why? I've got to find that body.

You have any other leads?

No. You check missing persons?

Practically every hour on the hour. So far, no report on anyone fitting the

description. Or what I could give, at least.

Then what have you got to lose by working on the Collin case?

But is he the man I'm looking for?

I'm asking you.

I'm trying to find out.

All right, start there.

Karen Muller? Ed, see if you can question her without flashing a badge, a

man -to -woman approach.

At 8 o 'clock in the morning, what's he supposed to be, a milkman?

You can see we have a brush for every need, a brush for every deed. Yes,

Sort of a motto with us, you know.

You sure you don't want one?

No, no, no thanks.

Not before the sun goes over the yardarm.

We also have a complete line of floor wax and... Please knock off those

commercials, would you?

I'm sorry, it's...

If you want to know why I let you in, it's because I'm lonely and I just need

someone to talk to. I hope you know how that is.

Yes, I know how it is.

It's a nice place.

Yeah.

Expensive.

Yes, it's too expensive. I'm going to have to give it up when the rent comes

if I don't. Get some money in a hurry.

It's tough to make a living.

I know.

You'd be surprised how many brush -offs I get.

Sort of an inside joke in the profession.

You're not married?

No.

Boyfriend?

You're pretty nosy.

Professional interest.

See, we have this... Marvelous aftershave lotion for that special man

life. It's the same brand I used. I said forget it, please.

And just go away.

I didn't think you'd be home, sis.

Where did you get that key?

My stupid baby brother, Joe.

Ed White.

Like Big Sister said.

Ed, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to my stupid brother -in -law.

Not at all.

Perhaps I could come back later.

Yes. Why don't you come back tomorrow?

Nice meeting both of you.

Yeah, same here.

What are you doing here? Where did you get that key?

You mean this one?

Give me that.

He even has his initials on it.

Was this your birthday present to him or was it a Christmas present?

Where did you get that?

Trunk of my car.

Oh, no, Joe.

You didn't follow me.

Did you think I was going to let a hundred grand go right down the drain

everything's already set up?

You cannot even think about going through with this after what's happened.

it's too late.

Haven't you seen the morning paper?

You talked to Paul's wife?

Yep.

And the newspapers.

Anonymous tip, of course.

You flipped, you know that.

You are out of your mind.

Now you just knock it off.

Just knock it off.

All my life you've been telling me how stupid I am.

Yapping about I can't do anything right.

Well, you're just going to have to find out that I'm no kid anymore.

What are you doing?

Showing Big Sister how a big -time operator operates.

It's soon going to be that time.

No way. No one can stop me now.

No way.

Good work, Ed.

I played a hunch.

Took a chance. He had a record, although... At first, I didn't figure

really be her brother.

What about Colin? Any more information on him?

Circumstantial evidence.

Such as?

Nobody's picking up the tab on Karen Muller's pad this month.

She has nobody to give aftershave lotion to.

And she's drinking breakfast, even forgoing the olive.

Sounds to me that this chick's meal ticket either got tired of her or died.

All right.

How would you describe him?

I don't know.

Sort of nondescript.

Perfect. Up to.

Where? Atherton. If too many years in harness haven't dimmed my memory, you

the motel clerk described the man making the phone call to Elizabeth Collin as

nondescript. Am I right?

Yes, but, Chief, give me till noon before I go to Atherton.

At noon, Elizabeth Collin will get final instructions for the drop.

It would be helpful to know whether or not Joe Muller is the kidnapper.

Wouldn't it be even more helpful to know whether or not Paul Collin was the man

in the bag?

You'll know at noon.

You're sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

It was no more than 10 or 15 minutes ago.

Well, he had the claim checking the money, so I gave him the pictures.

Why he was even waiting here when I opened up.

Little boys are always anxious to see what they've shot.

Thank you.

You got that now?

Flight 88.

Check the bag three hours ahead of time.

Be sure about the USC sticker.

I'll do everything you say.

Now, please let me speak to Paul.

Do what they say.

Paul, are you all right?

Don't argue with them. Do it.

Another replay?

Just at the point Mrs. Cullen talks to her husband.

And loud, all the volume you've got.

Now, please let me speak to Paul.

Do what they say.

Paul?

Are you all right?

Don't argue with them. Do it.

Chopin waltz in A -flat major.

The only time you hear it is when Paul is speaking.

Why?

Hi, Tate.

Thank you very much.

No Chopin in this station either.

Right and wrong.

Well, I'm 50%. No Chopin today, but they devoted a whole afternoon to his work

three days ago, including the wallets in A -flat major.

That's when Paul Collins' voice was taped.

All right, drop me off at our place.

I want you to check out an address for me.

that takes care of Paul.

Well, not quite.

Aren't you forgetting the main thing?

Oh, yeah.

Well?

Well, I'll take care of it for you.

You?

I did it once. I guess I can do it again.

Why don't you take my car and I'll take yours?

You sure now?

All right, that's the trunk key.

Now, don't do anything until later tonight, after I get to Mexico. You got

Try it.

You're not half bad for a sister.

I gotta get going.

All right, Todd.

Yes, Mark.

Tell Melvin, room 313, Joe Muller's still registered here.

If five bucks can buy the truth out of the death clerk, you want me to go up

check the room out?

No, Ed should be calling in any minute.

You get back here.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Yes, Ed.

Come in.

Someone at the door, Ed.

You go on.

The desk clerk here in Atherton positively identified Joe Muller as the

made the phone call to Elizabeth Collins.

He's our man, all right. Mark just checked out the address where Joe Muller

should be right now.

Hotel Melvin on Market Street, room 313.

You get there as fast as you can.

Right.

Well, hello.

Come in, come in.

Now, who are you?

I'm Craig Carlson, sir.

I came to see Sergeant Brown.

Not Craig Carlson, that young photographer, by any chance?

Yes, sir. That's me.

Sergeant Brown is out on an assignment.

Can I help you?

I don't think so.

I'm Chief Ironside.

Maybe if you'd tell me what it's about.

Oh, I couldn't do that.

Well, I gave scouts honor, I wouldn't tell.

Even though I'm not really truly a scout yet.

It's a secret.

Between you and Sergeant Brown?

Yes, sir.

He's my partner.

I see.

It may be quite a while before Sergeant Brown returns.

I was just about to have my daily milk and cookies.

Would you care to join me?

Well, I did miss lunch.

Good.

You just sit down there.

Milk and cookies coming right up.

Not enough for... Where are you going?

All for

me.

Who's me?

Ray Carson.

Oh, what do you want, kid?

You Joe Miller?

Yeah, why?

My partner here yet?

Partner? Sergeant Brown.

You know Sergeant Brown.

Sergeant Brown?

Didn't he call you he was coming over?

Oh, he must have forgotten.

Yeah. Probably got busy rounding up criminals.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Well, why don't you come in, kid?

You say Sergeant Brown is coming over here, huh?

What do you know about a man in a green bag?

Nothing. What man in a green bag?

I don't know anything about a man in a green bag.

Honest.

Look, I guess I'd better tell you who I really am.

I am Sergeant Brown's partner, too.

You are?

Yeah, just like you.

I'm supposed to find a guy in a green bag, too.

Now, how did you know about him?

I took his picture.

You did?

Well, see?

I need a partner.

Hey, you're a good photographer, partner.

You know what I'm thinking?

What? I'm thinking that me and you could have this case all settled even before

Sergeant Brown gets over here.

That's if you do exactly as I tell you.

Now, what do you say?

When did Muller check out?

About an hour ago, as far as I can tell.

I've met more talkative clans than this room clerk here.

All right.

Tell Karen Muller.

She may try to contact her brother.

We'll be with the FBI at the airport.

Headquarters 19, this is headquarters 505.

19, go ahead, Chief.

Where are you now, Ed?

South on 3rd Street.

Looks like she's headed for Bayview Park or somewhere in that area.

Keep me posted.

Out.

Bayview Park, that's where he saw the body.

Could be one of the oldest clichés in the department.

Right. Such as criminal returns to the scene of his crime.

When we get to the airport...

Mark at the galactic baggage room.

Hey, there's the airport.

That's right, partner.

I suppose we're going to catch the bad men.

They're going to hijack a plane or...

Doing shipping of gold bullion or something like that?

You never can tell about bad men.

Likely to do most any.

Yeah, never can tell.

What are you putting on those for?

You ever wear a disguise when we're doing undercover work?

Yeah.

Coveralls?

We're undercover.

Hey!

Funny. We gonna see Sergeant Brown out here?

Like I said, I... I'm hoping that we take care of everything before Sergeant

Brown shows up.

Boy, will he be surprised.

Yeah. He'll be surprised, all right?

Uh -uh. You stay here.

No. I'm fine with you.

I... You can't come with me.

Why not?

We're partners, aren't we?

Yeah, we're partners.

But each partner has a job to do.

And your job is to stay in the car.

And hide underneath this blanket.

Why?

In case the arch -criminals get away from me and they start running this way.

You see?

Yes, though.

Now look, you promise if you do everything I say.

One other thing.

In case I don't get back right away, I've got an hour or two.

Don't come looking for me.

Just find a cop. I mean a policeman.

Tell him to take you home.

Take me home?

Why? You just tell him to find Sergeant Brown.

Okay, partner?

U .S. defense?

Underground Sanitation Commission.

You're at early, Mr. Thompson.

Your flight won't be leaving for three hours.

Have a pleasant flight.

I see it.

Be at the airport in five minutes.

Headquarters 505, this is Headquarters 19.

505, go ahead, Ed.

This is like a delayed instant replay, Chief.

You found the body?

In almost exactly the same place, and it's definitely Paul Collin.

All right, now just wait. I'm sending help.

I don't need any help.

Stand by. That's an order. Out.

Miss Muller is a creature of habit.

Fortunately for Ed.

Homicide. This is Ironside.

Send Sergeant Larry Carr to Bayview Park to assist Sergeant Brown.

Be sure it's Carr.

And notify the newspapers, especially the photographers.

That's one kid who just swallowed the canary.

That is it all.

Step on it, Mark.

We've still got some unfinished business.

This is Hill.

Ironside, Paul Collin is dead.

Move in on the kidnapper when he makes the pickup.

Okay.

Give yourself up. We know Colin is dead. I didn't kill him. I swear I didn't

kill him. He had a heart attack.

Throw that bag over here.

Keep your hands up.

All right. It was all his idea.

It's all his.

He dropped dead. Paul dropped dead. I had nothing to do with it.

Hold it.

Oh, I missed you guys.

Help! Police!

Call the FBI!

Son, listen.

We are the FBI.

This man's a kidnapper.

No, I'm not.

I never kidnapped anyone.

Joe, you can even ask Sergeant Brown if you don't believe it.

Craig, he's lying to you.

Tell him the truth, Joe. Don't let the boy get hurt.

Joe, are you not such a found partner?

You lie.

No one's ever supposed to lie.

to me.

Nobody's ever supposed to say anything when it's not true.

Ever.

Good likeness, isn't it though?

Yeah, Sergeant Carr looks a little sour.

I'd say curdled.

You know, one thing bothers me.

Why would Karen Muller dump the same body in the identical spot again?

She knew the territory.

That's where she put it originally after Paul had his heart attack. And then I

found it. Then lost it?

Only because Joe Miller picked it up.

When you went around?

Okay, but I found it again, didn't I?

Okay, I get it. You left.

That's exactly what Larry Carr said.

I'll get it. I'll get it. Both of you get it.

Hey. Hi. It's my pleasure, Craig.

Hiya. Come on, right this way.

Nice to see you again, Craig.

Same here, sir.

Came over to thank Sergeant Brown for the camera. Yeah, you're very welcome,

Craig. Thank you for your help.

It's the kind that shows pictures right away.

And I want yours to be the very first one.

We're honored.

Gentlemen.

Now, whenever you're ready, Craig.

Now, we've just got to wait a little.

Sorry to trouble you all like this, but Craig insisted.

Oh, and we try not to inhibit him, you know. We don't want him to grow up

neurotic.

I don't think there's any chance of that.

Ready.

I

think

it's perfect.

Balance, lighting, composition.

You've captured the real spirit of the team.