All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp s01e02 Eye Witness.eng

[Sea gulls crying]

[Waves crashing]

[Loud thumping]

[Splash]

MAN: Hey!

Hey!

[Engine starts]

How much
are you giving me

towards the phone bill?

You what?

Well, you ought to
give me summat.

It's the detective
agency

makes all
the phone calls.

You phoned your brother
Frank on Friday,

long distance, about
systemic fungicide.

Your calls are

a legitimate
business expense.

You take it
out of your profits.

What profits?

You got 1,500 pounds

from that old lady's
brother.

5 weeks ago. What since?

Well, there was
that budgie

lost from Number 7.

She wouldn't pay me.
Her own cat ate it.

You're not living in
the real world, Robert.

Money melts.

Paying for all those
business cards.

You didn't need 500.

Small ads in the Record,
100 pounds for Yellow Pages.

If things don't pick up soon,
your wife will be facing ruin.

This your car?

This your car?

[Dialing cell phone]

Jim? Steve.

I'm on the mobile.

Name and address,

owner of a red
Fiat Uno--

Juliet 5-7-8...

Tango-Pepper-Kilo.

Quick as you can, mate.

[Beep]

Do you know
you're nearly empty?

You're the quiet one,
aren't you?

[Telephone rings]

Yeah?

Great. Hang on.

Malcolm...Stone.

29 Kirby Gardens.

Sorry, where?

Got you. Cheers.

[Beep]

Yeah, and as for
them small ads,

you could have saved
yourself the money.

It's a matter of getting
the tone right.

I may have been too subtle.

It's nowt to do with
subtlety.

It's where they put
the ad.

We've no choice, Robert.
I've told you.

We come under
Personal Services.

The young lady
explained that.

Aye, but you didn't
have to start with,

"Looking for
a loved one?

Hetty Wainthropp
is here to help."

It was a soft sell.

Soft in the head,
more like.

We ended up amongst
all the massage parlors.

I'll get this.
I'm on expenses.

He'll kill you
when he gets back.

Then I'll die happy
knowing he's safe.

A man of Malcolm's age...

having his mother wandering
the streets to call him in.

I didn't call.

What would be
the point of calling?

[Cash register rings]

STEVE: No!

Oy!

[Telephone ringing]

Oy! What do you think
you're doing?!

Come out! Oy!

Clare, what do you want?

Yes, Daddy.

He says he's busy.

You're not on duty.

You're on sick leave.
You can't be busy.

WOMAN: He should be
in the bath by now.

And shaved.

He should have shaved.

MAN: Suppose
he doesn't turn up

to collect her
from the airport?

What if he's suddenly
got cold feet?

He wouldn't do that,
would he?

You're supposed
to be the expert

on what Malcolm would
or would not do.

Well, I've no experience
this time.

He's never sent off
for a wife

by mail order before.

I'm going to the police.

Joan...

If he's not back
in time,

you'll have to go to the
airport in his place.

[Sighs]

Now, when did you last
see your son?

This morning,

when he left to do
his bird-watching.

Where does he normally
watch them?

All over--the moors,

Lake District,
nature reserves.

Goes with a party,
does he?

No.

He's always preferred
to be on his own.

How does he get to
these places?

His car.
It's a red Fiat Uno.

How old is your son,
Mrs. Stone?

27.

Hmm.

The description would include
long trousers, then, would it?

[Telephone ringing]

Nothing?

They were...
quite sympathetic,

but they say there's
nothing they can do.

He is a grown man.

[Telephone ringing]

[Groan]

[Telephone rings]

[Receiver picked up]

Hetty Wainthropp.

Oh, yes, it is.

ROBERT: It's for that
Miss Whiplash again,

isn't it?

Shh. I think
it's a client.

Yes, I'm listening.

I'm sorry to
phone you so late,

but the police didn't
seem interested,

and your advertisement
does say 24-hour service.

Well, if you look carefully,

I think you'll find

that's the one offering
personal massage.

We get a lot of those.

It's not the same as
a good night's sleep.

Now, how can I help you?

MAN: You yourself are not
Mr. Malcolm Stone,

as I understand
the situation.

I'm his father.

I'm taking
responsibility.

For marrying the lady?

I'm already married
to Malcolm's mother.

Exactly.

That's my point exactly.

You are not in a position
to marry the lady herself

because you are
already married,

and the gentleman

the lady has entered
this country to marry...

My son.

Your son, you say,

is not here
to vouch for her.

He will be.

He sent me
to represent him.

He's tied up
at the moment.

Tied up.

And when
will he be untied?

Soon.

I can't say.
He's missing.

He went bird-watching
and hasn't come back.

Bird-watching?

Yes, well, they do go
missing sometimes.

It has been known.

The problem is,
Mister, uh...

Stone.

The problem is...
the lady's papers.

You said
they're in order.

Oh, they are.

But if your son
has changed his mind,

that would nullify
their validity.

He hasn't changed
his mind.

I'm sure he hasn't.
He'll be back.

When?

She'll be allowed to stay
for one week, Mr. Stone--

under our supervision,
of course.

Who are they going
to believe, Malcolm?

You'd been watching
the car, hadn't you,

with your binoculars?

Knew what we were up to.

You like watching people
doing that, don't you?

Quite a hobby.

And when I'd had her,
I pissed off,

but you--you went
and found her.

You had it off with her.

Then you got frightened,
thought she might tell.

So what did you do then?

Which of us are they
going to believe, hmm?

He's...
deaf and dumb.

Peter.

Profoundly deaf
and without speech.

Is that what
they say now?

"Dumb" could mean
"stupid."

HETTY:
Oh, I see.

There was a girl
at our school--Lizzie.

Her little brother was deaf.

She won't have him inside.
There was this big--

You say your Malcolm is
planning to marry soon?

Yes.

ADAMS: Who was she?

MAN: Lynn Horrocks, sir--

ex-model, now freelance
photojournalist.

If you're going to
commit suicide,

why bother to put on
a safety belt?

If she went straight
at the edge,

she'd have had it on
already.

But she didn't go
straight at the edge.

She parked
and thought about it

for quite a while.

Anyway,
let it be suicide,

as far as the media's
concerned.

It seems a bit unusual,
doesn't it--

him marrying a girl
he's never even met?

He's always been shy
because of his disability.

PETER: Penipha is
a schoolteacher--

an educated
professional lady.

They started as pen pals
and worked up.

He must have friends
locally.

Oh, yes, mostly from
the social club for the deaf.

Thank you.

Hiya. Thought I knew the back
of that head.

Yeah, you should do.

You flicked enough
paper darts at it in 3-C.

Know me brother Leonard?

Yeah. All right, Leonard?

Last time I saw you,

you were at supermarket
checkout.

I hear you call yourself
a detective now.

Well, it seemed
an obvious career move.

That's me partner over there
playing bingo.

Do you know Malcolm Stone
at all?

I'm told
he comes in here regular.

Malcolm? Yeah.

Why? What do you want
to know about him?

Oh, anything, really,

like where he's been doing
his bird-watching recently.

Leonard will know.

Malcolm took him
with him a few times.

Do you remember
Malcolm Stone?

It's just been
on the telly--

Hornby Head, where that car
went over the cliff.

He went there
to watch sea birds.

TV NEWSCASTER:
Early forensic reports

say that she was
3 months pregnant

at the time of her death.

Daddy!

I met her once.

She was doing
a photo feature

on the crack scene.

Bloody freelancers...

always trying to
wangle information

out of the police.

Interesting, that.

What?

Oh, we often say
it's suicide

when we're pretty sure
it's murder.

Does that mean

they're going to call
you back on duty

before you're
properly fit?

[Telephone rings]

That will be them now.

Just tell them
you're on sick leave.

Hello? Yep.

Your sister.

Mr. Stone,
good evening.

Um, look, you know me,
Mr. Stone.

I don't like to
cause trouble.

I mean, I'm neighborly
to a fault, but...

your Malcolm's car has been
blocking our drive all day.

I can't get my car out,

and I've got to go and
collect Darren from Cubs.

Joan!

Joan!

Hornby Head...

Malcolm goes there
bird-watching.

That girl
commits suicide,

and he disappears
the same day.

There must be
a connection.

Could be
a coincidence.

He didn't go there
every day.

And we didn't go
to that social club

just to play bingo.

We went for information,
and we got it.

Hornby Head.

Shove more irons
in the fire.

If you take my advice,

you'll talk to
Dave the Rave.

Who's he when he's
not in the asylum?

Disc jockey
on local radio.

I knew him at school.

Geoffrey, is there anybody
you didn't know at school?

Well, it was
a comprehensive school.

Dave was
my English teacher.

We should really have
our own transport,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

Detectives have cars.

HETTY: Find me
a rich client, Geoffrey,

and I may just buy us
a 3-wheeler.

I'm afraid I can't move it.
I haven't got the keys.

Well, they're
in the ignition.

But where's
Malcolm?

[People speaking
indistinctly]

It says 32 miles
on the clock.

That doesn't
seem much.

He always puts it
back to naught

when he gets petrol.

He must have filled
it up yesterday

and done 32 miles
since then.

So he must have been seen
at the petrol station,

which is 32 miles away.

Not necessarily.

If he'd have got petrol
on the way,

put it back to naught,

then gone on to
where he was going,

then come back here
from there...

There may be times for
negative thinking, Geoffrey,

but this isn't one of them.

I shall need a map and...

what are those thingummies

we used to use at school
to do geometry?

We didn't have anything
at our school to do geometry.

We didn't have geometry.

Compasses.

We've got a pair
somewhere.

Good.

I used to use mine

when any of the lads
tried anything on.

They wouldn't dare.

And there's Hornby Head...

not 10 miles away from
the edge of the circle.

Or 74, going in the
opposite direction.

Thank you, Geoffrey.

Sorry, but that
only tells us

where the garage
might be.

You won't mind
if we use Malcolm's car?

No, no.

And we'd better have
one of his friends

from the social club

to show us where he did
his watching from--

somebody who can drive.

Arrange that, please,
Geoffrey.

We'll go this afternoon.

Oh! Is that
really the time?

You must excuse me.

I've got an appointment
with Dave the Rave.

[Music playing]

MAN: What a sweet track--
The Real Business.

Nice one, Colin of Bradshaw,
for checking that one out.

Ahem.

Now hear this.

Mrs. Hetty Wainthropp.

Which one are you, dear--

Prime Minister's biography,

home for lost dogs,
or pressed flowers?

Lady detective.

Morning, Tufty.

[Grunts]

What's this, then?
Ready for Ascot?

[Music playing]

� Oh, your love
sent mercy on me �

Now...

Mrs. Hetty Wainthropp.

Hetty, my love,
these flowers you press...

Uh, no.

[Telephone ringing]

[Coin drops]

Malcolm? Malcolm.

He's all right!

He's out there
somewhere.

God knows where,
but at least

he's telling us
he's all right.

I can hear you, son.
We'll find you.

Just hold on, please.

Listen, Malcolm,
it's going to be all right.

We won't let you down.
I promise.

We've got to. I...

[Crying]

Missing persons?

Just one at the moment.

I won't do more
than one at a time.

I like to give myself
completely.

Oh, I knew a young lady
like that once,

but I was unworthy of her
devotion, Hetty, my love,

because I was too high
on the music.

[Rock music blasting]

I don't know what I'm
going to do with you.

I'll think of something.

[Beeping]

DAVE THE RAVE:
You say he's deaf and dumb?

HETTY: Profoundly deaf
and without speech.

And this lad's called...

Malcolm Stone.

[Beep]

That's a turn-up
for the book.

HETTY: Gawpers.
Morbid curiosity.

Joe Public
at his worst.

What are we, then?

Professional
investigators.

This was Malcolm's
way to the cliff.

He certainly could have
seen that car from here.

Oh, look.
Leonard's found something.

His notebook.

It's hard to make out.
It's in pencil.

It has to be.
Ink would run.

What's this?
"Peregrine."

Is that a bird
or someone's name?

Kind of a hawk,
I think.

Yes, of course.

He saw something
that shocked him

and forgot the book.

Proves he was here,
though.

You're jumping to
conclusions again,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

Geoffrey, how can you hope
to reach a conclusion

if you don't jump?

Aah! Aah!

He forgot his camera,
too, I suppose.

Be interesting to know
what's on the film.

You going to give it
to the police?

No, of course not.

Why should we give it
to the police?

I'm the detective on
the Malcolm Stone case.

That camera could have
been left any day.

Now, next thing--

that garage where
he got the petrol.

Come along, young man.

Well done so far.

There's no need
to shout.

I'm not deaf.

He is deaf.

Oh, you are deaf.
What an affliction.

But what can I do?

The man who came
for petrol was deaf.

Only if he was here,
not if he wasn't.

Not what?

Not deaf. Certainly not.

He couldn't have been deaf
if he wasn't here.

All right, perhaps
she'd remember the car.

That car--have you seen
that car before?

Uh, two days ago.

Oh, that little boy
is deaf.

Well, as it happens, he--

Can you remember
that car?

Oh, yes.

Two days ago,
was it here for petrol?

Oh, yes, but that man
wasn't deaf.

The telephone rang
in his pocket,

and he was able to
answer it clearly.

He had a strange man
with him--

a very frightened man,
I think.

He didn't speak,

but I could readily
sense his fear.

However, he ran away,

and that was the end
of the incident.

Thank you.

You've been
most helpful.

It's only for a while,

till I can think of
what to do with you.

Till then, upstairs.

STEVE: Food...

you'll be fed
when I can get to you.

I'm on sick leave
at the moment.

They may call me in.

[Indistinct]

Come here.

It's not a working farm.

There's nobody around.

We live in the house,

rent out the land.

Me wife has the money.

She married beneath her.

It's funny.

I can say anything
I like to you,

because you can't
hear me.

That's a liberating
experience...

for a man who has had to
keep his lip buttoned

most of the time.

I don't need to work,
Malcolm.

I only do it

because I'm a dedicated
police officer.

Can you read lips?

Read...my...lips.

[Engine starts]

My mind's humming
like a musical saw.

I noticed.

Who knows what snaps
Malcolm may have taken

before he left the camera?

Here, Robert.

I'm going to be
too busy.

Take this in and collect it
as soon as you can.

How long
will that take?

It's a one-hour service.

You can pick up a couple of
chops while you're waiting.

Eh?

There's chips
in the freezer.

We used very little
of her work.

I don't think I could put
me hands on any of it.

Got some pictures of her.

What were her photos
usually of?

Oh, anything
and nothing--

anything she thought
she had a chance with,

nothing worth pushing
her off a cliff for.

Is that what
you think happened?

I don't do thinking.
I'm a picture editor.

What did she live on
if her work wasn't used?

Model.

In Didsbury?

To start with.

Then Utrecht, Amsterdam...

porno magazines,

giving a full frontal
in chains and leather thongs.

Where was that taken?

Children's home.

Where?

Somewhere well away
from her dad

would be my guess.

It was something
he used to watch us do

when he was a little lad.

When they're little,
you try anything--

any sound to see
if they can make it out.

Right.

'Cause you haven't
accepted it, you see.

Yeah.

Well, we know
he got away from

the man at
the petrol station.

He must still
be free.

Funny to grow up
winning beauty contests

when you had all hell knocked
out of you as a nipper.

He died last year,
her dad.

Do you know what?

She was bloody nigh
destroyed by it.

How do you know
all this?

She wanted me
to use this...

the year she won
Miss Northwest.

Wanted me to put it
right next to

the one with
the toothpaste smile.

Why didn't you?

Somebody upstairs
thought it inappropriate.

Were you in love
with her?

I'm a picture editor.

Are you poaching
on my ground,

Mrs. Wainthropp?

I'm not a murderer,
Malcolm.

If I was,
you wouldn't be alive--

not after what you saw.

You understand that,
don't you?

Now, me wife, it's--

it's not her being
older than me.

It's more
the money thing...

and her family.

So amusing,
marrying a copper.

Rosemary's bit of rough.

Mm-mm.

I could have gone
to university,

but I wanted to join
the force.

You believe that,
don't you?

You know, that girl--
she was a beauty queen.

I was flattered.

She wanted info for a story.

Went somewhere quiet
for a picnic.

Her intentions were obvious,
but...so what?

I'm only getting me end away
like anyone else.

But she...

"Hurt me," she said.

"Punish me."

It was an accident.

I've never been into that.

I'm not a sadist, Malcolm.

What she wanted, I...

I went too far.

I thought
she'd tell me to stop.

[Exhales sharply]

But who's going to
believe that?

ADAMS: Yep.

Ask D.S. Lennox
to come in, please.

Right.
Shall I be mother?

Why not?

Milk?

Yes, please,
but no sugar.

Right.

This is Detective
Sergeant Lennox.

He's on sick leave
at present--

recovering from
a stab wound

sustained in
the course of duty--

but he's come in
part-time

to assist you.

Glad to.

Help yourself,
Steve.

Thank you, sir.

Assist?

A liaison--

facilitate
your inquiries.

Now, shall we share
information?

After you.

When a car falls from
a height onto rocks

and then into the sea,
Mrs. Wainthropp,

it is considerably
damaged,

and so is any body which
happens to be inside it.

But Lynn Horrocks was
wearing a seat belt,

so that her body
was less damaged

than it might
have been,

though her
internal organs

were a bit of a mess.

It said on the television
she was 3 months pregnant.

That was a media
misunderstanding,

though we let it go
in the hope of

flushing out
any ex-boyfriends.

But why the seat belt?

The car was parked
for at least an hour,

and during that hour,
she ate a picnic.

It was all there
in her stomach.

Why a meal

if she intends to
kill herself?

The condemned woman
ate a hearty picnic.

It has been known.

People do it for comfort.

Point taken.

It'd explain
the wine.

However,
second point--

she was already dead
when she hit the water.

There was no water
in her lungs.

If Lynn Horrocks' death
wasn't suicide,

it must have been
murder,

but by whom? Why?

How did the murderer
get there

and get away afterwards?

She must have brought him.
That explains the picnic.

ADAMS: Him?

Whoever.

Whoever--yes.

She seems to have had
lots of acquaintances--

mostly professional--
but hardly any friends.

We'll have to interview
them all, anyway.

Now, Mrs. Wainthropp,

you tell me about
Malcolm Stone.

We're still looking for him.

[Thump]

WOMAN: Quickly, Clare.
I'm waiting.

Coming, Mummy!

Take good care
of her, Lennox.

I have
a high opinion

of Mrs. Wainthropp's
detective abilities,

but she sometimes
gets herself

into dangerous
situations.

The sergeant
will bring a car

around for you,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Oh, very nice. Thank you.

High opinion, sir?

She has the devil's
own luck,

and people talk
to her.

Anything she finds out,
I want to know.

Yes, sir.

HETTY: Geoffrey?

STEVE: The D.C.I.
will want this.

He could have
the negative.

He'll want
the negatives, too.

We must have
a picture.

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

This is
material evidence.

That's why
I need it.

To the Horrocks inquiry,
not your inquiry.

Let me be the judge
of that, young man.

Robert, take this

and get a large
photocopy made.

Right.

But, Mrs. Wainthropp...

Please don't make
difficulties, Sergeant.

I was promised
full cooperation.

Now, tomorrow morning,
if you've no objection,

I'd like to see round
Lynn Horrocks' flat.

Right.

I can't stay long.
You OK?

I wish I knew what I was
going to do with you.

Funny--
I've been called in

to keep an eye on
an old lady detective

who's looking for you,
Malcolm.

We'll have to try to
arrange for her

to find you
when it's safe.

You should have
gone home hours ago.

Hardly seems
worth it now.

What's left of
the sherry trifle's

in the fridge.

Is it?

So it is.

You said
you recognized Lizzie

from sitting
behind her in class.

Right.

I was in the choir
when I was young.

Sunday after Sunday,

I'd sit looking at the back of
Mr. Dabney, the organist.

A bit free with his hands,
Mr. Dabney.

Got his comeuppance, though,

at the [indistinct] Elijah--

gave too much,
fell off his seat,

and fractured
his collarbone.

I knew the back
of that man's head

like the back
of my hand.

And yet none of

Lynn Horrocks'
boyfriends

came back for more.

I don't think
she wanted them to.

Just once and out,
you know.

What they had to do,

not everybody
would fancy it.

Go on.

Well, it was dangerous,
for one thing.

They could do her
a damage

if they didn't
watch themselves.

And if they did,
she wasn't best pleased.

How do you happen
to know?

Because she told me.

When?

Over the phone
in the middle of the night.

And other times...

she clung
while I rocked her,

waiting for the sleeping
pills to work.

If I'm to be a suspect,

I think you'd best know

she considered me to be
her only real friend.

A parent, even.

And what did you
consider yourself to be?

Honored, if you must know.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

Mrs. Wainthropp...

she didn't rate much
to herself, you know.

I did, she didn't.

I was the only man

that she allowed to be
gentle with her.

Sex had to hurt her.
Do you understand?

What her father did to her,

being put into care,
even his death--

she thought it was
all her fault.

What she wanted
from other people

was punishment.

She believed that's
all she deserved.

We don't know much about
that kind of thing

where I come from.

Don't you?

You all right,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

Yes, thank you,
Geoffrey.

I suppose
I'll have to learn

to take this kind of
thing in me stride.

Was she a Catholic?

I don't know
what she was.

I'm not really
on the case.

Why do you want
to know?

To get a feeling of
what she was like

from where she lived.

I've not heard much
good of her so far.

There's not really
much to see.

They took all
the personal stuff--

letters, diary,
address book.

Photo feature
she was trying to sell--

not very imaginative.

Teenage vandalism.

OK, I suppose,

but everybody's seen
so much of it already.

Nothing new.

How did you get
your stab wound?

Drug squad.

We get a lot of aggro.

It's all part of the game.

Now, let's go back to
the beginning, Geoffrey.

Malcolm took a photo
of the car on the cliff,

and he saw
something happen.

Whoever he saw
saw him and caught him.

A man.

He saw a man--

evidence of the lady
at the petrol station.

Nice cup of chocolate.

Thanks.

Thanks. He escaped.

The man still had
Malcolm's car,

but Malcolm
had money.

He could have
got home somehow,

only he didn't
go home.

Instead, the man took
Malcolm's car home--

parked it just
round the corner.

And waited.

Right.

But Malcolm must have
got away again.

He phoned his parents to
let them know he was OK.

But he still
couldn't go home,

and he's not been seen
or heard of since.

ROBERT: Aye.

Kidnappers do that,
don't they--

make you phone home
to say you're alive?

It wasn't a kidnap.
Nobody's asked for money.

But the man found
Malcolm again.

He's hiding him somewhere.

If he's still alive.

What kind of person
has the contacts

to find Malcolm
if he's drifting?

What kind of person

could frighten him out of
going to the police?

The sort of person
who could convince him

he wouldn't be believed.

But how could he convince anyone
of anything

when he can't hear
what they say?

GEOFFREY:
He can read lips.

Do you remember those
photos at Lynn's flat--

the housing estate ones?

Teenage vandalism,
he said.

But there was one photo
with two lads,

and one of them
was handing money over.

Money for drugs--
it has to be.

And Sergeant Lennox
is on the drug squad.

And then there's
the back of that head!

You're jumping to
conclusions, Geoffrey.

I've a good coach,
Mrs. Wainthropp--

Olympic standard.

Yes?

Is Detective Sergeant
Lennox at home?

It's Mrs. Wainthropp.

Yes. I think he's
outside somewhere.

Do you want to
come in?

Thank you.

Clare!

Daddy, Mrs. Wainthropp's
come to see you.

Who?

Mrs. Wainthropp.

Where is she?

With Mummy.

OK. Give Tim a hand.
I'll be back.

Where are you going?

There was a light
up there last night,

and the other day,
I heard a bump.

Daddy says we're not
to go up there.

I'm not going up.
I'm just going to look.

It's too dark.
Pass me the matches.

Aaaah!

[Children screaming]

Clare, what's wrong?
Where's Tim?

TIM: Daddy! Daddy!

Please.
Tim, where are you?

Daddy!

Here! Hold him!

What's going on?

There's a fire in the barn.
Call the fire brigade.

Right. Come on.

[Both coughing]

You want him
as he is,

or do you want him
gift-wrapped?

Is he all right?

The lady
wants to know,

are you all right?

ADAMS: He refuses
to testify.

And can't be made to.

We can prove you were
in the car with her.

Well, I've admitted
I was there.

She threw me out after sex,
as was her wont,

and I was lucky to find
a lift home.

I've got to tell you, sir,
you've no case.

You'll resign,
of course.

Of course.

Now you'll be able to get
yourself a proper job.

What as?

Security guard?

Night watchman?

I'm a dedicated
police officer!

[Door opens]

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What was
she signing?

"What took you so long?"

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