All language subtitles for Memphis Beat s02e07 Body Of Evidence.eng

Now we have Brad's
cousin Shawna

would like to say a few words.

Don't forget to speak up to you

taking this
for family out west.

Mm-hmm.

When we were kids,
Brad collected half-dollars.

He kept them in a piggy bank.

How does a dead body
go missing?

Your guess is as good as mine.

And every visit,
I'd sneak one...

And buy myself an ice cream.

Not until I took the last one

did he let on that he knew
what I'd been doing.

I thought I had
time to pay you back, Brad.

Aunt June...

Can I put this
in the casket with him?

Go ahead, baby.

- Oh.
- Oh, lord.

He's not in here!

What?

Where's my boy?!
Where's my boy?!

So, how did the guy die?

Uh, he worked for
a package-delivery service,

fell down a flight
of concrete steps.

Did he have, like,
any connections

to the occult
or voodoo or anything?

Is that a real question?

Why else
does a body go missing?

I don't know-
Simple mistake.

Or theft for the black market.

The rapture.
Alien abduction.

Uh, j-just focus

on some real police work,
please.

I assume the, uh, responding
units searched the funeral home?

Top to bottom.

It still seems like
the right place for us to start.

Someone there saw that body
before they closed the lid.

You coming?

Yeah.

And you know this isn't
how it's supposed to be.

No. No, it isn't.

And I assure you,

we will do everything we can
to find your child.

He was a good boy-

You know, never a cross word
for anyone.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

When was the last time
you saw the-

Brad?

Last night,
at the family viewing.

We put mementos in the casket,

things that we thought
Brad would like.

Uh...

Shawna hadn't arrived.

That's why she did hers
this morning.

But you kept the casket closed
for this morning's service.

My boy didn't look right to me.

I didn't want everyone seeing
him different than he was.

Where could he be?

Well...

I have my best men on it.

Thank you.

The body was here
when I left last night.

When I came in this morning,
it was gone.

I can't explain it.

I saw security cameras
when we walked in.

There was nothing on the video?

Oh, that system hasn't worked

since a pipe burst a year ago
and flooded the basement.

Well, aren't you just filled
with all kind of good excuses?

W-what do you
want me to say?

It got up
and walked out on its own?

No, I don't want
you to say that.

Because
that's ridiculous-

As is that you
didn't say something

about this before the service.

I panicked.

I thought
the body would turn up,

I could get it back in the
casket before the internment.

Any chance it was an employee?

We had to let everybody go.

Just me and my wife, and she's
out of town at her mother's.

Anyone else
with a key to the building?

No.
Well, if somebody else

didn't take it out of
the building, you had to do it.

Oh.

The bathroom door was locked
after the family viewing.

I tried it again later-
It was still locked.

So you're saying somebody
hid out in your bathroom

in order to steal Brad's body?

Maybe.
That sounds logical, right?

No, it doesn't.

Oh.

Why don't you just go ahead

and get us a list
of former employees

and any vendors who come
into the building regularly.

Okay.

What's up with you, Whitehead?

Come on, man.
Unburden yourself.

I saw "night of the living dead"
when I was a kid, all right?

And it just stuck with me.

Zombies?

It's a primal fear,
Dwight, okay?

It's- It's tied
to the apocalypse,

psychologically speaking.

Yeah, I hear you, Whitehead.

Thanks for opening up to me.

Yeah.
Mm.

I just want you to know...

I'll bet your brains
taste delicious.

Oh, I'll-
I'll be out in the car.

? I'm goin' to Memphis ?

? where the beat is tough ?

? Memphis ?

? I can't get enough ?

? oh, well,
it makes you tremble ?

? and it makes you weak ?

? gets in your blood,
that Memphis beat ?

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Hey, you think any of these
buildings have a security camera

with an angle
of the funeral home?

It's possible.

Greenback says that Brad's
best friend, Matt Harris,

was at the viewing,
but not the service.

Nobody's seen or heard from him
since then.

Any chance
Tim's telling the truth

and Matt's
our bathroom stowaway?

Well, if our only other option
is zombie,

I'll keep an open mind.

Lieutenant, I finished
the background check.

The funeral director's
got no criminal record.

What about his business?

It's squeaky clean-
No complaints.

No repeat customers, though.

Ooh.

June Watts gave me
a list of service attendees.

Run those names
and see if anything pops.

Yes, ma'am.

Morning, all.
Hey, Paula Ann.

Well, good morning to you, too.
Hey.

Are you looking for Dwight?

No, I'm here as the volunteer
coordinator again

for the MPD
benevolence society carnival.

And guess what-
We are gonna need

even more support than usual
this year.

Oh, Davey, bless you.

And I've got you down
to take the tickets,

just like last year.

Um, I've got other skills,
you know.

I...Could juggle.

What you got me down for?

Uh, weekend phone banks,

thank-you notes,
setup, and cleanup.

Yoo-hoo. I already have
one full-time job. Pick one.

How about
thank-you notes?

Thank-you notes it is.

Okay.

Uh...

You already had lieutenant rice
down for thank-you notes.

Do I?

Matt Harris?

Yeah, that's me.

MPD. Got a few questions
for you.

You're here about Brad,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's in my car.

I was gonna bury him

on the 50-yard line
of our old football field.

You're kidding, right?

We made a pact back
in high school, right?

Whoever died first

would be returned
to the glory of the gridiron.

And that still seemed like
a good idea last night?

For a while.

I got him out on the field,
and I just- I couldn't do it.

So you came home
and had a few drinks?

I knew I had screwed up
pretty royal, right?

I just- I didn't know
what else to do.

His family deserved better.

I know.

He's in the backseat.

Stop fooling around, Matt.

What do you mean?

My partner's just
giving me a hard time.

No, I'm not.
Brad's not back here.

So, you stole Brad's body
from the funeral home,

and then someone stole it
from you- Is that your story?

Yeah. Who else knew about your plan
to bury him on the football field?

Nobody.
You're wasting my time, Matt.

Maybe a few hours
in a holding cell

might motivate you
to tell the truth.

Now, hold on a sec.
I didn't do nothing.

Body snatching is a felony.
So, yeah, technically you did.

I want a lawyer.

We'll get you a lawyer.

Matt was busted two years ago
for selling stolen property.

Did a drug-diversion
program.

But since he was drunk last
night, I guess it didn't stick.

You buy
his "bury the body" story?

Well, Brad posted his bail
and stood up for him in court.

His mama said
he was loyal to a fault.

Maybe he thought
it was payback time, you know?

People have done
crazier things.

Name two.

Well, speaking of crazy,
Brad had a restraining order

out on his high-school
sweetheart, Kat Melvin.

You think she stole the body
from the garage?

According to
the stalking complaint,

she broke into his house
more than once.

Sounds like true love to me.

Hmm.
Somebody, go talk to her.

Mnh-mnh.
All yours, handsome.

Well, thanks.

That's us-
Prom king and queen,

both junior and senior years.

I saw him playing

in the conference championship
game your senior year.

So it had to be
upsetting for you

not to be allowed
to the funeral services.

Well, his mom always hated me.

So you had no choice but to take
the body from Matt's car.

What are you talking about?

Someone stole his body, Kat.

What?

Wait. And you think
that was me?

Hmm.

Yeah. No, I wouldn't-
I wouldn't do that.

Really?

'Cause you broke into his house
four times and slept in his bed.

Well, that was the only way
that I could be with him.

I mean, because of
that restraining order.

And I always made sure
he left before I went,

so I wouldn't be violating it,
but I would never take his body.

Wait.
Made sure he left?

Wait.
You were watching him?

From 1,000 feet away.
It's totally legal.

Did you always watch him?

Hey, "always" is a lot.

Okay, this is a really big
moment for you, Kat.

This is the moment
where you can show

how much you really loved Brad.

Well, I really loved him.

All right, so, in the last
few weeks or- Or months,

did he do anything unusual,

like change his patterns or
get in a conflict with someone?

Uh, he started going to,
um, garden-

Garden meadow apartments
a couple of times a week.

Uh-huh.
What was he doing?

I don't know,
but I didn't like it.

I didn't feel safe there.

Did Brad ever talk
to any people

that were wearing
a lot of black and silver?

Sometimes.

Thank you. Thank you.

You've been
a real big help, Kat.

And I know Brad and his family

are gonna be real grateful,
all right?

Black gangster disciples?

That gang's run
the Garden Meadow projects

and the area around them
since the '80s.

Well, if he was
hanging around the projects,

could be he was one of them.

But the guy's got a good job,
pays his bills, goes to church.

Just doesn't seem like
the type.

He in the gang unit's database?
No.

That just means
he hasn't been picked up.

But if he's got gang ties,

what does that got to do
with his body going missing?

There was that rumor last year.
What rumor?

Well, the BGDs stole the corpse
of a rival gang member,

desecrated the body
to disrespect him.

Now, the gang unit-
They kept it quiet.

They didn't want
a rash of copycat incidents.

I guess we better
head to the projects.

Hello, ma'am, I'm-

We'd like to ask you-

Afternoon.
I'm detective Hendr-

I'm starting to get the feeling

that people around here
don't like cops.

I try not to take it
personally.

What do you think the odds are

that this place has
a working security camera?

Sean, you stop that,
or I'm gonna call your mama!

I think we just found
something better.

Afternoon, ma'am.

Officer.

Whitehead, we've been made.

What you all want?

Ma'am, the delivery man

that died here
a few days back, Brad Watts-

did the BGDs
have a problem with him?

BGDs got problems with
everybody who ain't BGDs,

especially if they're
talking to the police.

You don't seem like the type to
worry about what people think.

I heard arguing.

Do you know who it was?

I know better
than to look too close.

Started over there
in the courtyard,

and then it carried
into the stairwell,

where they found that boy dead.

Did the responding officers
ask you about this?

Nobody asked me nothing,

and I'm not sure what
I would have said, anyway.

But I like you.
You got a nice face.

You too, ma'am.

But you...

You look like a rascal.

It's true.

What's up with that?

Let's go check out
the stairwell.

Sad place to meet your end.

Brad was an athlete
in high school.

I don't know.

Seems hard to believe
he just took a header.

Brad's about your height,
right?

What are you doing?

There's blood and hair
on this grate.

Looks like maybe Brad
had been slammed up against it.

Right before he was thrown
down the stairs,

which means
this wasn't an accident-

Brad was murdered.

Hey.

I see my mama's
got you working pretty hard.

500 thank-you notes.
Feel free to jump in.

Love to, but can't.

Our missing-body case
just became a murder.

Forensics matched
Brad's blood type

to a sample we found
on a window grate.

How did foul play
get missed the first time?

Well, this neighborhood gets
so many shootings and stabbings,

anything that comes close
to looking like an accident

doesn't get a second look.

And the ME said
Brad's head and neck injuries

were consistent
with a fall down the stairs.

If the killer already got away
with it, why take a body?

So it can't be exhumed later
and used as evidence in a trial.

Do you have any suspects?

Brad's phone records show

that he made a phone call
twice a week to a burner.

The burner phone goes along
with the gang theory.

But he was using his work truck
the day he died.

Robbery could be a motive.

We're gonna go
talk to his boss.

Okay.
You print these?

Yes, of course.

Very nice.

Why, thank you, detective.

You misspelled
"benevolence."

Today's special is chicken-fried
steak and mashed potatoes.

They were all out of soda.
Hope you like sweet tea.

I'm not hungry.

Well, that's probably
for the best.

Yeah, well,
thought you might want this.

Thank you.

Oh, and, uh, hey, um,
I know you asked for a lawyer,

so I can't ask you
any questions,

but if you ever
just need to tell somebody

how you're doing, let me know.

We ship
mostly industrial parts,

so whatever Brad was doing
down in the projects,

it wasn't work-related.

Was it unusual for Brad

to use your trucks
for personal use?

Uh, as long as my drivers
get their deliveries on time,

I don't care if they use
the trucks after hours.

Any idea why Brad would have
gone down to Garden Meadow?

Brad volunteered
at an after-school program

at the Williamson rec center-
His way of giving back.

A lot of those kids probably
come from Garden Meadow.

All your trucks have GPS?
Of course.

Would you be willing
to give us a log

of his scheduled deliveries
the day he died,

the route his truck took?

Happy to help.

Look, um,
what does all this have to do

with Brad's body gone missing?

We're not really sure,
but you don't, by chance,

know if he had any run-ins
with anybody from the BGDs?

Brad spoke a lot about
how the kids he worked with

were tempted by gang life.

It's a hard truth.

Look, Brad could be headstrong.

If any of those BGDs
did anything to his boys,

he would have acted first
and thought second.

Can't blame him.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Did you find Brad?

Not yet, ma'am- Not yet,
but we're working on it.

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

Well, why?

It-

It's looking like Brad
might have been murdered.

Who'd-

Who would want to kill my boy?

I don't know.

How could
anyone want to kill my boy?

Look, we're gonna find out.

We're gonna find them.

Please help me.

Walk.

Would it have been
normal for Brad to visit

any of the kids
he worked with at home?

Brad gave all these kids
his phone number,

told them to call him anytime,
day or night.

I'm guessing someone
needed his help at some point.

Would you mind
if we talked with them?

Yeah, you're welcome to,

but I doubt any of them
will talk to you.

Now, I know you guys
know a lot about hip-hop,

but do you know anything
about bebop?

These men are police.

They have some questions
about Brad.

I expect some of you
are pretty upset.

I would be, too.

But if you respected him
and you respect his family,

then you'll help us.

We know Brad had been coming down
to Garden Meadow to see somebody.

Who was it?

It wasn't any of you?

Man, I didn't do nothing!

Innocent people don't run.

We just want to talk to you.

You people didn't buy tickets!
Move on!

Move on!

Okay, go ahead. You can talk.
It's just us.

Brad spoke to you
a couple times a week

for the last two months.
We know he meant something to you.

We just talked about
football- That's all.

We know that isn't true.

I don't think
your life gets easier

if we haul you to the precinct,
does it?

Look, man, I live with my aunt.

She's sick.

Brad would stop by
and give us money for medicine.

That was a solid thing
for Brad to do.

Man, we just
talked about football.

Next thing I know,
he'd gone down

to the BGD lieutenant
I used to sling for

and got me out, free and clear.

How'd he do that?

He didn't say,
and I didn't ask.

Dwight! Dwight, hold on.

If I didn't know better,
I'd think you were avoiding me.

I couldn't do that
to you, mama.

Then you'll perform
at the benefit?

How about I work
at the concession stand?

Do what?

People want to hear you sing.

I can't handle
25 requests for "elvira."

So it's snack foods or nothing.
Sorry, mama.

No, listen, son, people are
doing their part around here,

and I expect you to do yours.

That'd be singing.

Well, police emergency.
Got to go.

Come on.
Are you kidding me?

All right, now, I know that
I can count on you two gentlemen

to contribute
to the greater good.

I've bartended
the last four fundraisers,

and those single women-
They-

They drink too much and get to
flirting- Drives my wife crazy.

Can I do something else?

And I don't want to
be in charge of the raffle

for the fifth year in a row.

All the winners want a hug,
and I'm just not a hugger.

That's no problem.

That leaves dunk tank...

And, uh, animal balloons.

Oh!

Has either of you
ever been a mime?

You know,
now that I think about it,

the- The raffle's really
not that bad of an idea.

I'm sure my wife will understand
if I have to bartend again.

I'm on my way.

Paula Ann, bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

And thank you so much
for your help.

Oh, you're welcome.

Really appreciate it.

My pleasure.

This is just too easy.

You lose your lunch, son?

Who found the body?

Surveyors thought it was
a homeless guy sleeping.

When they went to roust him...

What's the matter-
You never seen a dead body?

Yeah, you're one to talk.

Now that he's not
walking around,

he doesn't give me
the heebie-jeebies.

Uh,
he was...Messed with.

What does that mean?

Is that cut from the autopsy?

It was the first time,
but he's been opened up...

Again.

Does finding Brad's body like
that fi**h the gang theory?

This wasn't a public display
to humiliate him,

and it wasn't on their turf.

So why did somebody
cut him open?

Well, the ME said all
of Brad's organs are missing,

and he's positive
that they were

returned to the body
after the autopsy.

What kind of person would steal
a dead man's insides?

A crazy person.

What else did the ME say?

Well, he found lacerations
in Brad's throat.

Maybe Brad swallowed
a sharp object before he died.

And if he did,
getting that thing back

is probably
why they cut him open.

It's not that hard
a question, Tim.

Were the organs in the body
when you received it?

Well, the ME said
they were, right?

I'm not answering
my own question.

You're about to be charged

with obstruction of justice
in a homicide.

Homicide?
Brad was murdered.

And you're starting to act like
a man with something to hide.

Why don't you tell us
what you know

and make it easier on yourself.

Oh, oh.

Uh...

I excavated Brad's organs
to sell to a research facility.

Where are they now?

Still in the fridge.

Go get 'em,
while I just wait here

and think about
what I'm gonna charge you with.

Hey, Matt.

I thought you'd like to know
they found Brad.

Well, that's good news
for his mother.

Sort of.

Let's just say
he wasn't in good shape.

I suppose it's good news
for you, though-

After all,
since you've been here,

it's obvious somebody else
has had him this whole time...

Right.

Which, of course,
makes us wonder who that was.

Anyway...

I just wanted you to know that.

One of the amazing things
about Brad was,

no matter what you did wrong,

he never held your mistakes
against you

or made you feel bad
for messing up.

Sign of a true friend.

All right.

You done for tonight?

Well-
Oh, yeah, I think so.

It's easy when everybody's
willing to pitch in.

Even when they don't know it.

I'm just helping bring out
the best in everybody.

Which is why I propose you
give me a more featured role.

I'm sorry, honey.

I've just-
I've filled all the slots.

I'll get you Dwight.

What exactly do you want to do?

Raise money for
the greater good, of course.

You get me Dwight,
and we'll talk.

That key was found
in Brad's stomach-

Fits a master brand padlock-
10 bucks at any hardware store.

Tech team is searching
Brad's house for a match,

but nothing so far.

Let's look
at his financials-

See if he was renting
a storage space.

Using the GPS records,

I tracked Brad's movements
the day he died.

Now, there's
a stop in the morning

that doesn't match any
of the deliveries in his log-

Madison and South 4th.

There's a ymca
and a bus depot in that area,

and they both have lockers.

Maybe one of them
has a lock this key fits.

Obviously,
he was hiding something-

Something that got him killed.

Will you please go and find it?

Most of these
are combination locks.

You know, Whitehead, we-
We all saw scary movies as kids.

How come zombies
got you so worked up?

I don't know.

Doesn't make sense that a movie
would have such an impact.

So, what are you-
Like, Dr. Phil all of a sudden?

No, I'm just wondering.

I think it was probably
the cat.

What?

My cat, pickles-

She disappeared
the night after the movie,

and my mom said that she
had been called to heaven,

and I knew the zombies
had eaten her.

Really?
Yeah.

It's just a feeling that I was
never really able to shake.

But you know what?

Just talking about it
makes me feel, uh-

What's the word?

Cathartic?

Yeah, cathartic.

I mean, I'm starting to feel
better already. Thank you.

You're welcome, Whitehead.

So now let's just talk about you
having a cat named pickles.

Huh.

Mayland shipping,
where Brad worked.

Hmm.

All of this
for a bunch of tennis shoes?

Hmm.

Ooh-ooh.

I'm guessing
that's not brown sugar.

Drug unit's sending somebody
over to pick that stuff up,

put it in their warehouse.

What- They didn't think
our dead bolt was good enough

for a quarter-million dollars
of heroin?

Apparently not.

Do you think Brad
was using the rec center

for a distribution hub?

I just can't believe

he was on the wrong side
of this thing.

I mean, that kid Jesse-
His aunt confirmed

that Brad was giving them money
for her medicine.

That's a hell of a lot of money
for medicine.

I know.

I told you your dogs
won't find anything.

And I don't know anything
about heroin in no tennis shoes.

The boxes had mayland shipping
labels on them, Chet.

And I find it hard to believe you
didn't know anything about it.

Look, I have
safeguards in place

to protect me from
this very kind of thing.

News flash-
They didn't work.

I think very highly of Brad.

But if I'm guilty of anything,
it's giving him too much leeway.

Can you back-trace
the source of these packages?

I will do
whatever it is that I can do

to help you find
where these drugs came from.

We found the heroin
you and Brad were pushing.

You admired Brad,
respected him.

If he was forcing you to sell
drugs, that changes things.

We weren't selling drugs.

Then where'd the money
for your aunt come from?

It was just shoes, man.

Brad didn't fall down those
steps- He was thrown.

If you hold out on us,
his killer goes free.

Look, man, I swear-

Brad said he was smuggling
counterfeit tennis shoes,

knockoffs from China, you know?

He was doing it
through his work.

Now, he didn't like it, but...

He knew we needed the money.

Who was he in business with?

I don't know.

But that last day he stopped by,
I-I could tell he was upset.

Said the shoe thing was done

and money would be tight
for a minute.

But Brad would never
deal drugs.

He just wouldn't.

Hey.

That's my favorite.

I, uh, noticed
when you were booked

that there was a wrapper
in your belongings.

We found some heroin
and some shoes

that Brad had hidden
in a locker.

I expect you to be quiet
about that, too.

What do you mean?

I mean that you were
willing to steal his body,

and I'm not buying
that you don't know

who took him out of your car.

Look, man,
I don't know-

If you can't be straight
about those things,

then why in the hell
would you care that everybody,

including his mother,
thinks that he's a drug dealer?

You wouldn't understand.
Damn right I wouldn't understand,

because I would never
do this to my best friend!

Hey, all right,
the drugs are mine.

Are you waiving your right
to an attorney? Yes!

Now, Brad hooked me up with
a job at the shipping company.

I started using it
to move drugs.

Chet found out.

He, uh- He fired me-
He didn't turn me in.

Brad took over
where you left off?

He thought
they were just shoes.

He set them aside for me.
I'd come by and pick them up.

Brad did eventually find out
about the drugs?

Yeah, he wanted to give
a couple pairs to his kids.

I couldn't let him.

When he figured out
what was going on...

Oh, man, I had never seen him
so pissed.

Did you kill him?

No.
Then who did?

If he thinks
I'm talking to you,

he's gonna go after my family.

I can't let him do that.

This kid's more scared
of his drug dealer

than he is of going to jail.

Sorry I couldn't
push it to the finish line.

Well, we sent you in there to do
what you could. You did that.

So I guess you could say
you kind of owe me, right?

Sure.

I guess...

Sort of.

Great.

Whoever Matt worked for
must have caught up with Brad

in the stairwell
and confronted him.

Brad swallowed the key to keep
him from getting the drugs.

But because
our bad guy killed him,

he and Matt had to steal
the body to get the key back.

Yeah, but he followed him
into the projects.

I mean, why wouldn't he
stop him and confront him

before he drove into one of the
worst neighborhoods in Memphis?

'Cause he didn't follow him.

What do you mean?

He knew right where he was.

All his trucks have GPS.

You think Chet Mayland's
the kingpin?

Well, he didn't turn Matt in.

All the boxes shipped
through his company.

He's either the dumbest
businessman in Memphis,

or he's got a good reason
for turning a blind eye.

I've been sitting on his car all day.
He obviously went out back.

Anybody see him leave?
No one that's talking.

He deleted all his files.

This guy's on the run. Get an
APB out on him and his car.

He was writing hard...
In a hurry.

Tower.

Uh, who-
Who am I speaking with?

Who's this?

Uh, detective Dwight Hendricks,

Memphis police department,
badge number 81432.

Oh, sorry. Control tower
at St. John airport.

Don't give anyone takeoff
authorization till you hear from me.

Shut it down!

Flight's been canceled, Chet!

Put your hands
where I can see them!

Hi.

What can I do for you,
Ms. Watts?

I came by to thank you.

Oh, well, that's not necessary.

It most certainly is.
You all went above and beyond.

And because of that,
my boy is truly at rest.

Well, we're just
doing our jobs, Ms. Watts.

When a man goes out of his way

to bring peace
to a mother he never met,

that's more than doing his job.

Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Paula Ann. Paula Ann.

Oh, girl!

You knocked it out of the park.
Look at this.

Oh, you're so sweet.
Hope so.

And thank you for those lovely
thank-you notes you wrote.

My pleasure.

I'll bring you the rest
of that list tomorrow.

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time for us to have
our grand-prize drawing,

which is a $250 gift certificate
from cracker barrel.

Thank you, cracker barrel.

And, folks, let's remember

that the proceeds
from tonight's event

all go to the
Williamson recreation center,

helping to make a better life

for these kids
and their families.

Whoa-oh-oh.

5-9-0-4. 59-0-4.

Me!

Here's our winner.

I see a handsome stranger.

Wait.

He's not so handsome...
And he's wearing plaid.

Ay.

Avoid the plaid-wearing ugly guy
with the bad toupee.

Ta-da. That's your fortune.
Thank you for coming.

Put your hands together,
and welcome to the stage

my dear friend and partner,
Dwight Hendricks.

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