All language subtitles for The Shadow Line - 1x01 - Episode 1.HDTV.Bia.en

So, what are we looking at?

Two gunshots to the head.

One.

Point of entry

left eye. And exit...

yeah,

rear lower right.

Right ear still intact. I don't think
we're supposed to touch the body.

My world...

my rules...

Huh, that's interesting.

What? What if he'd been shot, say,
from the front passenger seat,

all the splatter would be over the
rear window. Whereas, in fact...

it's pretty much all
around him down here.

So? So, given the body position

and the line of travel,

I'd say that our friend here took
this bullet while he was seated...

there. And while he was looking
up at whoever shot him.

And whoever shot him was standing...

roughly...

where you are now.

Great.

Which would make this shot
the second.

As his head fell away.

Entry lower left jaw and exit...

yeah...

middle right cheek.

But not before it bust up
all the crockery, eh?

Oh, Harvey,

you should have
taken better care of your teeth.

So, two fast shots.

Probably more in the body but we'll
let the brush-up boys find them, eh?

So, do you want the good news?

This one's not for us. Why?

Why? I'm sorry, look like
a lovers' tiff to you, does it?

Robbery. It could be anything.
Did you check for his wallet?
It's a contract.

Trust me. And when it's a contract...

Mazeltov!

What are you doing?

Well, if it was a robbery,

he wouldn't have got far with these.

They're all out of date. What?

Credit cards.

All expired.

Harvey Wratten. Harvey Wratten.
I've heard that name...

Yeah, right... Put it back. What?

I told you, this one's not for us.

So...

put it back.

Where did you find it?

Left side, inside breast pocket.

You see,

the truth, Constable,

the truth, it's like lightning.

Always follows the line
of least resistance.

So, what we do, the trick is simple.

All we have to do is find the line
and then follow it back up.

And whatever it is,

it's all gonna be sorted within
24 hours. All neat and tidy.

99% of the time.

But with this...

With what I see here,

well, you try and find
the line on something like this

and all it's gonna do is fur up
your arteries so thick you'll
think you're a fucking werewolf!

So...

we just pass it on and then
we step right out of the picture.

Because whoever it is has to pick up
this sorry rag of rope, it'll
sure as shit be the death of them.

Oh, yeah.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

All right?

Sure you want to do this?

Gabriel.

Excuse me, sir, if I could just...
What?

Take another look. Really?

Yes, please, sir. Don't be stupid,
I just told you who he is.

With the greatest of respect, madam,
just because you say it doesn't
necessarily make it so. What?!

It's all about connection, isn't it?

Not just process. Oh, that's clever.

You're very clever. Isn't he clever?

There is another word beginning
with C that also comes to mind.

Want to know what it is?
I'll give you a clue.

It sounds exactly like the first
syllable in country. Does that help?
All right, here you go.

Yes, sir, it's the photo, it
doesn't really look like you. Huh.

Well, I've been out of circulation
for a while. Maybe it's an old ID.
Time to get a new one then, sir.

I'll make it a priority.
Thank you, sir.

No, thank you, CUNTstable.

So what is this place?

Private car park for a bowls club.

He went bowling?
It's closed this time of year.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Looks like it is him, though.

Why? Cos it's his car?
Registered to his home address.

Taxed, too. Interesting, considering
where he's been. Gloves, please.

And how long he's been there.

Family?
No-one close. Except for his nephew.

And we all know where he's been to.

Friends?

Bloke like that,
I'm sure he had millions.

And, clearly...

at least one enemy.

Driver's missing.

OK.

And there's no prints
been left on the wheel.

Gabriel.

Didn't expect to
see you back so soon.

Touch-and-go I was going to
make it back at all. Huh, yeah.

Usually, I get to see a man
with a bullet in his head,
I'm looking at... him.

Yeah, it's him. It's Harvey Wratten.

Who's Harvey Wratten?

'A convicted drug smuggler
was released from jail today

'in circumstances described as
extremely unusual.

'Two years ago, Harvey Wratten,

'62, and alleged head of one of the
UK's largest crime organisations,

'was sentenced to 18 years in jail

'for his part in importing
over 200kg...' That's Harvey.

What's he doing on telly?

He's just got out of prison.

'His nephew, Jay Wratten, 28,
was also sentenced to five years

'on a lesser charge
of conspiracy to supply.

'However, both Wrattens have
today been released

'under the Royal Prerogative
of Mercy,

'a form of pardon that is so rare

'only the Justice Secretary
can grant it.

'The actual circumstances
surrounding the pardon have not
been made public,

'but, according to legal analysts,
speculation is centring around
recent significant breakthroughs

'made by the authorities in
the so-called War Against Drugs.'

Doesn't she have funny teeth?

Why would they give a job to
a woman like that? I don't know.

Are you going to see him?

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Yes.

And will he...?

What?

I can't remember. It's...

It's the phone, it's distracting me.

Where are you going?
To answer it. What?

The phone. But you're coming back?

Of course. Straight back.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've just seen it
on the news.

No, I'll be there.

Kirsten? It's Joseph.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

Can you come and be with Julie?

I have to go out.

Thanks.

Get me out of here!

You all right, Jay?

Yeah...

Yeah.

It's just the, er... distance.
Yeah. You know?

Yeah, I know.

You spent two years in a
14ft square, and suddenly
the whole world's in front of you.

I left my phone.

Wait here.

Don't move. OK?

'Fifth floor, doors opening.'

Are you trying to say something?
You mean you don't get it?
What's to get? A free pardon, boy.

Isn't that what
you and your uncle just got?

And to get that, you must've been
squealing like a pig near a stun gun.

Have you seen anyone get arrested?
Not yet.

Not ever.

Then why did they let you out?

Ah... well...

That would be telling, wouldn't it?
So, not a pig.

That's right.
Then some kind of a snake.

'Doors closing.

'Doors opening.

'Doors closing.

'Ground floor.

'Doors opening.'

'Fifth floor. Doors opening.'

Shit!

It's all right. I know him.

He's one of Bob Harris's.

We do not need trouble.

It wasn't me went looking for it.
I thought you were ill!
I'm better in dark corners.

Shit!

You left it in the car.

Oh, no, Mo.
Who's in trouble now, eh?

Harvey's dead!

Someone shot him!

Who did it?

No-one knows.

Right now, no-one knows much.

Who... did... it?

No-one knows, Jay.
No-one knows anything.

Well, fucking find out!

I'm sure that's going to happen.
But if you just calm down...
Don't tell me what to do.

You never tell me what to do!

You're not my fucking uncle!

Fuck!

Not now, Jay. Not here.

What the...

He just gave us the heads-up
on Harvey. He's done us a favour.
A favour?

A tom-tit? The press don't know yet.
No-one knows yet.

And thanks to him, we have
a couple of hours before they do.

Who did it?

I don't know, young man.
But the twists your uncle's
been turning of late,

I'm only surprised
he didn't shoot himself.

Oh, that's right. Let him see you.

Let him get a really good look.

What's that?

Nose bleed.

Pete, get Jay a tissue. He appears
to have scraped his knuckles.

You want to get some Dettol on that.

While I, er...
sort out the sergeant.

Envelope. Piece of paper.

Please.

You're not used to this, are you?

And I'm not looking
to get familiar, either.

So who do I talk to from now on?

Same person you talked to before.

Yeah, but who am I looking out for?

You? Me?

I'm just a flower man, Sergeant.

So I see.

So... what else are you
looking to bring in?
Fruits, vegetables, you name it.

Something with a little more BITE?

Or were you waiting on Harvey
to set up that particular shipment?

And what are you going to do
now he's dead?

Here.

Sweetest apple you'll ever taste.

It's still a cut-fruit business,
though, isn't it, eh?

I mean, whatever way you look at it.

Be sure to take some home
for your wife.

Oh, dear! Oh!

Sorry, that's a bit tart.

I don't think she's going to
like them.

I'd prefer it if you
could just post her that.

Me and Prince Charles,
we can't carry cash.

Glickman.
You're looking out for Glickman.

Is he your boss now? Like I said,
I'm just the, er, flower man.

Peachy.

So what are we looking at?
Wratten's trial notes.
Bullshit! That's two years ago.

It's tonight I want to know about.
There's two ways of doing that, sir.

One's to look at his body,
the other's to look at his past.

And what have you found? A man with
an annual turnover of 200 million.

About the same as
Arsenal Football Club.
We're in the wrong game. Here we go.

Huh!

That's new. What?

You never used to hold the door.

I can't smoke in here, can I?

No, sir. It's against the law.

Shit. Shit!

So, Harvey Wratten.

Regular captain of industry, eh?

Yes. If the narcotic import trade
was legal. So what?

When he went down, the whole thing
went down. He'd have
planned for that. Going down?

In his world, isn't that inevitable?
Wow! You really
think you're that good?

Amongst themselves. Ah!

So does this now mean you're
suggesting a relationship between
criminality and Darwinian theory?

Yeah, if you like. Not really,
but I'm happy to take
the opportunity to show you

that I, too, had a
private school education.
It's what they do though, sir.

Kill each other? Evolve.

Into what?
Patterson.

Well, last time into
an electrical import business.

He got busted trying to bring it in
inside the wiring.
No. No. I'll call you back.

There you go - "he got busted".
Not exactly king-of-the-jungle stuff.

But the bets are, he'll have spent
the last two years working out
the best way to reinvent himself.

You mean like charity work?
No!

You know what I mean.

Fronts.

Fronts. Somewhere out there,
there'll be a new business.

Nothing with his name on,
nothing we can trace.

All taxed,
all completely legitimate,

and all just so Harvey Wratten
can open himself up a brand-new line
and regain his crown.

And precisely how does getting
himself killed play into that?
I don't know.

Maybe when someone else decided
now's the time to take it off him.

Where's Glickman?

They called him just
before they called you.
What did he say?

Nothing. Just "thanks".

No. Not Glickman.

Him and Harvey,
two heads on the same coin.

Then maybe someone's
trying to cut them both off.

Jay Wratten?

The nephew?

I don't think so. It was him
that got caught trying to bring in
the wiring on their last run.

200 kilos Turkish brown.

Customs had a shadow on it, and when
Jay realised, he ran straight
to his uncle. A literal home run.

For the other side.

So I doubt he's going to get himself
picked as the new team captain.

But whoever is could be looking
to get rid of him pretty quick.

Why did the boy have
blood on his hands?

He had a run-in with a man in a lift.

Who? One of Bob Harris's.

How did it happen?

I, er...

I left him on his own for a couple of
minutes, nothing more. Oh, Maurice!

Yeah, well, maybe I'm
getting too old for this.

Who started it?

Pete.

Take Jay out of town for
a couple of days. Everything cash.

I'm not going anywhere.
Yes, you are. No, I'm not.

Feels like I've
been away too long already.

He's just trying to steady the boat.
And we don't need you
jumping all over it.

We'll have to see what
Glickman says about that.

Yeah, we will. But until he
turns up, we need you out of town.

He's right, Jay.

Step out the picture,
just for a few days.

Somebody tries to knock you out,
we're really in trouble.

It better be five star!

Three.

Get in touch with Harris.

Tell him we want to meet.

I've sent someone out
to Glickman's house.

How come Harvey was
driving home alone? He wasn't.

What? He was picked up. Who by?

We don't know yet.

Andy Dixon.
Who? They worked at the car firm.

They'd Harvey's car in
the garage and put him in it
to go and pick him up.

Could he be the one who shot him?

Little Andy? No. He's just a kid.
He's a good driver

but he's a nervous little bugger,
uses a puffer.

No prints on the steering wheel
and no wipe smears.

So, you got to wonder
why he wore gloves.

Andy Dixon.
Didn't he get picked up recently?

Last year. Possession with intent.

We spun it on personal use.
He got off on a warning.

We're requesting the tapes of
the prison car park where Wratten
got picked up.

He'll turn up. Playing video nasties
with your mates is one thing,

but seeing your boss's brains
all over the back seat?
That's something else.

No, it was the shock made him run.

Doesn't look good for him,
though, does it?

Got to be top of the list?
I'm not sure Wratten was shot from
inside the vehicle. Why?

Well, body position
and the rear-left door was open,

so it looks like the killer
was outside it. We haven't
had pathology on that yet. So?

The driver just
got up and walked round.

If you're in the vehicle,
why not stay there? Less noise,
less chance of being seen.

Maybe he wasn't thinking straight.
Then why no casings? Seven shots.
More than a revolver and no casings.

Whoever shot him had the presence
of mind to pick them up. But she
said the driver was wearing gloves.

Seems he had
the mind to do that, too.

Doesn't feel right.

That your "feeling", is it, Jonah?
Yes, sir. It is.

OK.

You got a desk over here yet?

Yes.

You do realise Harvey Wratten
just got himself a Royal Pardon?

Yeah. How? Seems he gave Customs
the nod on a number of drug drops.
Big fuckers.

Whose? They don't know.

And the truth is, we don't need to.
I think I might.

Oh? Are you really
going to open that one up?

Yeah, if necessary.

Words like "royal" and "pardon"?
They're already out there.

But I don't think Her Majesty
shot him, do you? I don't know.

Look, people like Harvey Wratten,

they get thrown into a vipers' pit -
who gives a shit which one it was
actually bit him? He's dead!

Thank fuck for that.

In fact, whoever's done it has done
us a favour. One less to deal with.
Sir...

you asking me
to ring-fence this one?

Absolutely not.

I'm asking you to take it carefully,
because that's what we do
when we go near a snake pit.

That's our job, though, innit?
Getting bitten?

Jumping in.

Tomorrow will be a
shark fest for the press,

but if we give them nothing,
by the end of the week
they'll have eaten each other out

and there'll be nothing left on the
sea bed but a big pile of stilettos

and a few strips of shiny nylon suit.

You follow? I'm not sure THEY will.
You'll be surprised.

One step at a time, Gabriel.

One careful step at a time.

Oh...

I hear you're off to see
DS Delaney's parents tomorrow.

That's right, sir.
With the new commander.

Yeah. Chance to, er...

to draw a line under the past, right?

And no... It doesn't...?

No.

Well, it's a... It's a hell
of a thing you've been through.

Still, all the more reason just to go
into this one at a gentle trot, eh.
No sudden moves...

Particularly for
a man in your condition.

I'm more than capable
of doing my job, sir.

Oh, believe me, Jonah,

that's what I'm banking on.

Find that driver.

It's all right, I believe you.

It's OK.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

It's OK.

But if Andy calls you, tell him
to contact Joseph Bede. That's me.

I work with Harvey, and I'm
the man he needs to speak to.

You tell him to do it right away.

Is he in trouble?

That's what I need to find out.

Joseph Bede.

He must call me.

Bob.

You lost something?

Not unless you've found it.

I would have come to see you.

I like keeping mobile. Get in.

You ever smoke? No.

Well, giving it up, it's murder.

I'm getting lock-jaw I chew so much.

Is your man all right? He won't
be worrying his wife with any more
children, if that's what you mean.

I heard it was him that started it.

Your boy's a hair trigger.

He's not my boy.

Either way, a gun like him,
you should lock it in a cupboard.

I'll deal with it.

Shit!

So, Joseph... I've heard a rumour.

Harvey's dead.

Who did it?

Where's Glickman? He'll be here.

He should be here already.

It's him I should be talking to.

He'll be here.

I'm due to make a large purchase
off you people.

I know. And you will.

But it was Glickman who
set up the deal,

and with him disappeared
and Harvey dead,
who am I supposed to be buying from?

Some lunatic kid in a cupboard?
I don't fucking think so.
I'll look into it.

Look quick.

You leave a party, Joseph,
sooner or later someone else
will take your seat.

Where's Glickman?

Not at the house. It's empty.

Call him. We have. Call him again.

That's what we keep trying. Nothing.

Mobile's dead.

I was this close.

He'll turn up.

This close.

I'm sorry.

So what has just happened?

We're exploring a number
of possibilities.

But is it safe to assume that the
Green Lawn Bowls and Croquet Club
is not amongst them?

We do not believe this incident
to be being bowling related.

Tanya... Yes, Ross.

Thanks.
Jonah Gabriel, um, welcome back.

You're fully recovered, I hope?

Unfortunately, I still remember you,
so maybe not. Ho-ho-ho.

Do you have a question, Ross?
Yeah. What was Wratten doing there?

We're not sure yet.

Was it a professional hit? Or...
Well, if you're asking if someone
was paid to do it, we don't know.

But I'm assuming gang related.
We don't know.
Does it look that way? Or...

We... don't... no. Michelle?
Do you think the killing
is connected to his release?

He wouldn't have been there if he
hadn't have been freed. You think
it's related to his release. No...

No, we are most definitely not
saying that. My colleague was merely
making a statement of fact.

Why was Harvey Wratten pardoned?
That's one for the Justice Dept.

Roger? We are unable to
offer you details...

except to make clear

that we are aware both of the
huge significance of the pardon

and the enormity of what is
required for its qualification.

Wratten assisted the authorities
in the war against drugs? Yes.

A war that is ongoing
and, as such, by necessity,

the strategies we undertake
to fight it must remain secure.

You're not winning it,
are you, this war? No,
but we are still fighting it.

And it's my people on the front line
doing it, because that's our job -
to keep you safe.

So you have the freedom to sit
and wonder if we're doing it right.
Was Harvey Wratten a grass?

Super-grass.
And is that why he was shot?

I see no reason to connect the
two events. I mean, even if you drew
your last breath on the Titanic,

you still woke up that morning
to a beautiful day.
Sorry - how does that help?

I think a little poetry always
helps lift the soul, don't you?

Why was Harvey Wratten pardoned?

I think Roger's already
answered that question.

But, surely, it's in the
public interest for them to know.
Them? Yeah.

You no longer a member
of the public, Mr McGovern?

You better keep an eye on your
colleague - he obviously thinks he's
royalty! Yes. Well, OK. For us, then.

When the operation is concluded,
the details of its actions will be
made public. When will that be?

Ross, if he could tell you that, he'd
be a headline act in Las Vegas.
Yes? I'm a bit puzzled. Sorry.

Cos I've been doing a bit of digging
and, um...
We all know how you like to dig.

Well, it's my job -
public servant, and all that.

Then why don't you just
join a graveyard? Maybe I will.

I'd like to know where the bodies
are buried. There's a word for that.
In fact, there's a law against it.

Not that I'm aware of, but
I'm sure that wouldn't stop you
from bending the rules. Ooh!

If you've got a point to make,
make it. OK. My point is this...

It appears that there have only been
a handful of such pardons granted

by the British Government
in the last couple of decades,

and the overwhelming majority
of those were for members of the
Irish paramilitary forces,

and were therefore seen as
political. Now, is THIS political?

Are you asking me to comment
on the entire history
of Anglo-Irish relations?

No. I'm just asking for a comment
on the political dynamic of this...
this kind of pardon.

No comment. Sorry, can I clarify?
Is that a no comment
on a statement of fact?

Ross, move it on. You know
you won't be given an answer to that.
Yes, I can see that.

Are we going to get an answer to
anything today? I'd certainly put
a fiver on Arsenal for the weekend.

Thank you all very much indeed.

Why do I feel like I've just
been at a weigh-in?

Sir?

That journalist.

He door-stepped my wife
when I was in the hospital.

He wouldn't leave her alone.

She lost a baby.

Ah.

Loosen those lids, Jonah,
you'll make your eyeballs go dry.

I haven't seen Mr Glickman in over
a month. You're his book-keeper.

Only for here. He'll have
a hundred others doing exactly
the same everywhere else

and we wouldn't even
know each other at his funeral.

We wouldn't even be invited.
That's the way he ran things.

And it's obviously
the way he ran you, too,

or you wouldn't need to ask.

Jay!

You're not supposed to be here.
It's funny. I've been getting that
feeling quite a lot recently.

It's for your own benefit.
Mine? Or yours?

Did you just rough that bloke up?
No need. I would have.

I know you would.

You're too loud, Jay.
And people like us, we're not
supposed to be heard. Ever.

Harvey was my uncle.

That doesn't make you my boss.

How come you're the one
with your hand on the wheel?

I spent two years setting
my business up.
It's not Harvey's, it's mine.

Boxed, packaged and taxed.
That's the way he wanted it,

because that way people don't know
where to look. Yeah, but you
still work for him, don't you?

You're just a front,
no matter how it looks.

And I've had to invest everything
I own to do it, every penny,

so unless you want to pay me back
right now, I'm in it... up to here.

How much?

1.5 million.

I'm not going anywhere.

And you can't make me.

Then turn yourself down. Understand?

Go and see Glickman's family.
He's got a son, an accountant,
Winchmore Hill.

If he goes with you,
he goes on mute.

Where are you going?
I've got a hospital appointment.

Oh, yeah. Cracking up already,
are you? For my wife!

Ooh... What about Little Andy?

Yeah! What about Little Andy?

'What do you mean, I never used to
hold the door for anyone?
You didn't.'

You were always too busy steaming
ahead to look behind you.
That's a bad thing?

Couldn't say, sir.
You're the inspector.

I'm just your sergeant.

There!

Just a kid.

Well, 20, 22. Old enough. You've
got a clear shot of the eyes there.

Run a facial ID. You know what?
That hadn't occurred to me!
Already on it.

There's no distinguishing features,
so it'll take time. Tax disc?

It wasn't purchased near Wratten's
house so we're running footage

from around the post office
in which it was.

If the car was being garaged,
we may get a fix
on where it was being kept. Good.

Where are you going?

Delaney's family.

Oh. Why? The new commander.
It's his idea.
What are you going to say to them?

Nothing that will help.

When did Mr Glickman call you?

Last night.

It was late. We were in bed.

What exactly did he say?

That he was going to have to
disappear for a while.

Something had happened to your boss
and he was afraid
the same might happen to him.

Where would he go?

I don't know.

I DON'T know. But he's your father.

So what?

He won't go anywhere
anyone can find him,
not if he doesn't want to be found.

He's that kind of man. What kind
of man? He compartmentalises.

He what?
He puts things in boxes...

you, me, everything...

and only he knows
how they all connect.

Which one are you in? Me?

I'm in the one marked
"knows nothing".
I'm just a high-street accountant.

I have never worked for my father,
and he made sure I never did,
because he knew that one day

someone like you would
come calling, and when you did,
I'd have nothing to say.

What about you? Me?

Which box are you in?

What?

Policemen? No, no. They'd make
more of an effort. Get in.

Let them follow.

Then do exactly as I say.

What the fuck do you want?

We want our fucking money.

So, what are we looking at?

No, I'd like to know.

Six months, a year.

She's not old enough. With
early onset, the disease spiral,
it can be steep.

And as we know, Julie,
your mother had Alzheimer's.

Yes.

And she suffered a similar
trajectory. Trajectory?
This is my wife, not a graph!

Joseph!

What about another treatments?

We've explored all
the possibilities,
Joseph, and now we're here.

But she was getting better.

Julie...

five minutes ago I gave you three
words to remember. What were they?

It's something you eat.

A piece of fruit.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Apple.

Apple!

Table. Chair. Apple.

Table. Chair. Apple.

I think now's the time for you
to start making plans.

I'm so sorry.

Listen to me. Don't be. Don't!

You never be sorry to me.
You're my wife.

You've got nothing to be sorry for.
Ever.

What else can you tell us?

Nothing that will help.

You just woke up? Yes.

Three months later.

Yes.

And you can't describe
who attacked you? No.

Not even his face?

Or the colour of his skin -
black, white, red, yellow?

Nothing?

Nothing.

Then what about why were you there?
I'm sorry...

Why WERE you there? I don't know.

Were you undercover? I don't know.
Shouldn't you have had backup?

Mr Delaney...

whatever happened,
I was the senior officer.

It was my mistake. Mistake?

It cost my son his life.

Your son was killed instantly,
Mr Delaney.

No amount of backup
would've saved him.

But you also lost a killer.
He got away!

And no-one even
knows what he looks like!

We'll find him. How? We will.

It's here, isn't it?

It's in this room.

What? The bullet that killed him.

It's in your brain.

Yes. It, um...

They can't take it out.

What will it do to you?

Everything.

Nothing.

No-one knows.

It passed through my son first.

Yes.

He slowed it down.

Yes.

He saved your life.

It should have been you.

So...

was that for them? Sir?

This... amnesia.

You think I'm faking it, sir?
Are you?

No.

I don't remember. Don't?
Or don't want others
to know that you do?

I don't... sir.

Well, if anything comes back to you,
anything, you come straight to me,
you understand?

Yes, sir. I have to be honest with
you, Gabriel, I didn't want you back,
full stop.

I'm sorry, sir.
It was Patterson who insisted.

He obviously believes
in second chances.

Lucky for me, then.
Only if you walk the line, Gabriel.

You do know how to do that...
don't you?

May I offer you a lift?

No... thank you... sir.

How'd it go?

I've got to go change.

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