Is there anything else that you haven't told us
that might be rather important?
No.
- Shame we had to let him go. - Mm.
CPS think we don't have enough yet.
I lied to the police when I told them
that you came home around midnight.
I checked the clock, it was 4:30.
No, I hurt people in dreams, Joe. I do bad things, but...
But I know that you know I'm not bad, mate.
I didn't meet with Catherine, I met with Cara.
Get out!
You served up Bobby Moran to divert our attention.
Please get off, I'm not well!
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Catherine McCain.
Bobby Moran has a cast-iron alibi, so, clearly, it's not him.
He is involved somehow. I know he is.
You were beyond angry. And you killed her like
- the demented actions... - You have nothing!
- I know nothing about Catherine. - Stop going on about it.
You have been telling me a pack of lies.
Isn't that your job? To work out what's true and what isn't?
He'll try and convince everyone that he's the one that's being set up.
He might even try and convince himself that he's innocent.
But he'll slip up, and we'll have him.
- Oh! God! - Oh, sorry.
Sorry, darling, that was my fault. I should've given you the heads-up.
Yeah, this is um... This is Joe.
Hi.
He's an old friend who is a bit down on his luck
- at the moment so... - Well...
Hello, Joe, I'm Sarah.
I'm sorry about your luck.
It's all right.
When's Daddy coming home?
I don't know, sweetheart.
I've spoken to Mrs Palmer.
Why does she have to know?
Good morning.
Because some people are talking about Daddy
cos the police made a mistake
and if anyone teases you about it, I want the teachers to sort it,
and I want them to take care of you.
I could just be with you.
Well, I've got work and you've got school.
You know how much we love you.
Mwah!
- Daddy and I will sort this out. - OK.
Her flat mate has told us
that Catherine was seeing a man in London.
Another of Catherine's co-workers has corroborated that.
O'Loughlin denies any contact with Catherine
in the last five years.
If he's the mystery man...
how'd they communicate?
We pulled his phone records and hers, there's nothing there.
Well, go through them again,
chase every call he's made in the last five years,
- just in case he slipped up. - Sir.
Her flatmate, Carl Ashley,
he said that Catherine kept her affair "close to her...
"like a comfort".
She enjoyed the secret.
- That's how O'Loughlin manipulated her. - Hello?
The importance of the secret.
He probably used a couple of burners for them to talk.
But Catherine applying for the job as his secretary
and then ringing the office that night... was against the rules.
Thank you.
That was one of our door knockers.
A neighbour saw O'Loughlin burying something
in his back garden a couple of nights ago.
The murder weapon?
Let's break out the shovels. Let's go.
Right? The rest of you, be... better!
Did you tell Julianne?
Yeah.
And?
Yeah, not good. Ah...
Well, you'd just had the worst day of your life,
so you slept with a friend in a moment of crisis.
She threw me out.
Don't blame her.
Just got to give her some space.
Well, don't expect me to agree that we did anything wrong,
I liked being that close to you.
Can we not tell her that I took advantage of you?
No, no, no, no. I knew what I was doing.
So, only Julianne knows that we were together that night,
I haven't told the police.
Do we have to?
Well, I want them to rule me out of their investigation, so...
OK?
And you're the only alibi I've got.
- I'm-I'm so sorry, Cara, I... - Oh, no, no.
There must be another way.
I can't go back into another interview room,
- you know I can't do that... - I'm really sorry.
I'll make sure they understand the trauma
- you've been through before... - "Trauma"?
Which one?
Fighting off the six men who raped me?
Or being sent to prison for hurting one of them?
No, I can't! They, they won't believe me anyways.
Cara, unless I've an alibi
for where I was between ten and four that night... What...
But you left way before that, you were gone by 12:30.
But I didn't leave!
I didn't. I was outside on the steps,
I was there for hours, trying to get my head together,
and then I... I walked home.
But I didn't see any of that.
Joe, are you asking me to lie to the police?
No.
No. No, no. Of course not.
It was a goldfish!
My husband, he buried our daughter's goldfish.
In the middle of the night?
I don't know when he did it, I just know he did.
I'm, er...
sorry to add to your troubles,
but I've had to turn the water off for a couple of hours.
I could go out with a shovel, put it right when they've finished.
That's kind of you, but... it's all right.
Do you want some coffee?
You always say no to mine.
Taste this, you'll see why.
Can I get a couple more bags here, please?
It's all right, innit?
Yeah, I see why. SHE CHUCKLES
Sir! I found something.
Now do you believe me?
That's an old jewellery box of mine.
I told you, a goldfish.
Mrs O'Loughlin, have you had any further thoughts?
About what?
The exact time that your husband came home that night.
Did you talk to him - about where he'd been?
I have nothing more to add.
A loyal but lying wife?
I think he may have played us again, you know.
He does something completely innocent,
he buries his daughter's dead goldfish,
but he does it at night,
knowing his security light will bang on,
and if he makes enough noise a neighbour's gonna take a look,
and think he's up to no good, so they tell us.
We show up... with the circus
to catch the killer and we prove to everyone
that O'Loughlin is just an innocent, hounded victim.
Yeah.
Yeah, she's lying.
He'll be manipulating everyone around him...
trying to convince them of his innocence.
What are you up to?
Going through Bobby Moran's heath records and my notes on him.
God, I... I've still no idea who he is
or how he's involved in Catherine's murder.
What's his diagnosis?
I've been thinking Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Could explain the lying,
unpredictable change of behaviour
and personality, the different voices...
But you're not sure.
No.
I'd need more sessions with him.
Well, you're not allowed to go anywhere near him.
I just think somebody's manipulating him.
It's the only explanation.
I just need to find out who it is.
Rache.
- Mm? - Have a look at this.
I've just checked his patient file with his hospital number.
Look.
He's two sets of records.
What do you mean?
He's registered under a different name.
His name isn't Bobby Moran. It's Bobby Morgan.
That could just be a simple spelling mistake.
Duplicate records happen all the time.
No, no, no. It's more than that, it's the pattern to his lying,
things are... almost right, but they're not.
He changed one letter. I've seen this before in patients,
they do it to keep their lies in order.
Look, this is his first referral letter to the hospital.
Joe, are you sure this is ethical?
Not entirely, but he's been lying to me.
Look, he's not from London, he's from Liverpool.
That's his connection to Catherine McCain, Liverpool!
- Oh, my God. - Isn't that where you trained?
Yeah. All these names and places he talked about,
I think some of them might be real.
I need to go there,
talk to the people that he spoke about,
and see if there's some tangible connection to Catherine...
Joe, you've been arrested
and cautioned on suspicion of murder,
you can't go around talking to witnesses.
It will make you look even more guilty.
Rachel, the police are fixed on me, they're not looking for the truth.
I need to find it.
I've got to prove Bobby's lying and not me.
Sorry, er... can you just give me a sec?
- Er... hey, Joe. - Hi.
The police have been round here, wanting to talk to you, um...
- Where are you? - Back in our old stomping ground.
- I'm in Liverpool. - Er, why? Why are you there?
So, listen to this,
Bobby Moran's real name is Bobby Morgan
and his family live here.
Do you remember anything more about him?
Any little details?
Your referral letter to me doesn't give me the name of his GP
or his medical history.
I ju... All I remember is con... like, confusion and headaches,
but you know people.
You know, people change their names and their history all the time.
Yeah, you see, I think somebody helped him con his way to you,
knowing you were a route to me.
Really? That sounds, er...
a little far-fetched, Joe.
I mean, why go through me, why not go straight to you?
So he doesn't come out of nowhere,
makes for a better lie.
Joe, what are you gonna do?
Some basic psychology.
I'm gonna talk to all the people Bobby spoke about from his past.
Find out...
who he is, his link to Catherine,
and why he's got me involved.
And then maybe I can begin to save my marriage.
OK, Joe, listen, I really don't think this is a good idea.
If you do think of anything, Jack, let me know.
And if the police call you,
don't tell them where I am.
I'm treading a fine line right now.
- Look, look, Jack, I-I gotta go. - Wait, Joe...
Hey! It's getting cold.
Yep, yep.
OK.
- Don't you have a home to go to? - Don't you?
It's, um...
It's a knock-back.
They won't go for a court order to give us access
to O'Loughlin's past client list.
Not unless we produce more evidence.
What she went through,
that was done with a... practised hand.
She wasn't his first victim.
We've got to find the thing that nails him.
But do you know what else is missing... from this case?
No-one's crying out for her.
No-one demanding justice,
just an only child, no close friends, both parents dead.
We're all she's got.
- There we go. - Thank you.
Um... I'm gonna go and get a...
It's dead. Let me get another one.
Just give me a sec.
'Hello?'
- Hi, Detective Ruis? - Yeah.
Yes, hi, it, um... it's Dr Gerald Owens, um...
How can I help you, Dr Owens?
It's about Dr O'Loughlin.
I know where he is.
Miss Elwood, the psychologist is here to see you.
Hi, um...
you knew a... a Bobby Morgan at some stage?
- Do you want to come through? - Yeah. Thank you.
13 years ago.
I'm not sure I can be of any help.
And I don't think I should.
I have a duty of confidentiality.
All teachers do.
Surely psychologists can't go around
asking other people questions about their clients?
That can't be ethical.
You're right, a psychologist outside of his consulting room is a bit odd.
But these are exceptional circumstances.
Bobby's in trouble.
I need to help him in any way I can.
- I really don't think that I can... - I know 13 years is a long time, but...
he does remember a Mrs Elwood
as one of the kind faces from his school days.
You're a cherished memory.
He doesn't have too many of those.
Well, I do remember him...
...but I'm sorry.
What do you remember about him?
He had the voice of an angel.
When Bobby was in the choir, it was just heaven.
Everyone stopped to listen.
You had to.
He had a real gift.
Bobby spoke quite lovingly about his father.
Bobby's father wasn't allowed in the school.
Because?
At the time, I was Bobby's form teacher.
He'd wet himself.
I took him to the school nurse to get a fresh pair of trousers.
She saw the welts.
He'd been beaten, badly.
That set off alarm bells,
the nurse told the deputy head, she told the Social Services...
I know the drill, medical examinations, interviews.
Bobby caught in the middle of it.
What about his father?
A court order stopped him from having any contact.
Allegations of sexually abusing Bobby.
I don't know exact details.
The deputy head would have, she liaised with the police.
Bobby became withdrawn.
And then his father was killed in some dreadful accident.
His father was killed?
Something in his work, some industrial accident.
That really affected Bobby.
Joe?
Oi!
- Hello? - Oi!
Come back here!
- There was someone in your front room. - Oh, my God!
Did you see who?
No, but he can run faster than me, that's for sure.
You know I'm sure that front door was shut.
It was shut.
Well, I didn't see him carrying anything,
so I must have disturbed him before he had the chance.
- You should call the police. - I don't think they'll be much help.
Um...
thank god you were here.
Darling, please, don't hang up.
OK, then I won't.
Jack?
What are you doing with Julianne's phone?
- Where are you? - Um... I'm at your place, buddy.
Oh... OK, well, let me speak to her.
Um... Joe, she, er... she doesn't want to talk to you.
Actually, buddy, she, um...
Actually, she's... she just walked out.
Sorry, why-why are you there?
Julianne didn't wanna be alone. Um...
Joe, listen someone's tried to break in,
and she, er... she got spooked,
- and... - What?
So, I-I... I offered to come over.
- When did this happen? - It was this morning.
I think the plumber guy managed to chase him out,
but, I don't think he got a... he got a good look him.
- I don't think they took anything, though. - Alright, listen to me...
I want to talk to Julianne.
Mm...
Jack!
Give her the fucking phone - now!
Joe, buddy, listen to me, you need to calm down, she...
just doesn't want to speak to you right now.
- Give her the fucking phone! - OK, Joe,
listen to me, I'm gonna hang up now and I need you...
- Don't fucking hang up! - ...to stay calm and look after yourself.
Don't hang up, I need to speak to...
Hey, kiddo.
- You, OK? - Mm-hm.
Hello?
'Dad, is that you?'
Charlie, how are you, sweetheart?
OK. When are you coming home?
I don't know.
I have a few things to sort out with your mummy first.
Was it your fault?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was, totally.
Then why don't you just say sorry?
I don't think that's gonna work this time, love.
At school...
they're saying that you're...
you do bad things.
Yeah, look, Charlie, look, there's been a mistake.
The police have made a mistake.
Then why is Mummy angry with you?
Because I made another mistake. A different one.
But it has nothing to do with the police.
Or nothing to do with you.
Feels like it when Mummy brushes my hair.
Is your mummy all right?
She told Uncle Jack she was late.
Late for what?
She just said she was late.
And she was sick too... twice.
I've gotta put her phone back now, Dad.
Come home soon, please.
I love you, Dad.
I love you too.
So, this is the new management look?
Well, I've been in children's court, fighting with "my learned friends".
Come here.
Mm.
Hiya. Um, I -I'll just get an espresso...
OK. Please, thank you.
Well, of course, I've seen the news.
And they thought that was you.
Yeah. Yeah...
They're not bringing charges against me.
It was a stupid mistake.
Hmm.
Yeah, I never believed a word of it.
So, how's Julianne?
- She's good. - Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah.
How's Boyd?
What?
He died.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
It was a year ago.
Er...
Why didn't I tell you?
Because I was angry at you.
I wanted to hurt you.
You never looked back.
You left me and Boyd behind when you went down to London.
We just disappeared from your life,
then when he invited you to his 40th birthday,
you didn't even reply to him.
That hurt him.
That hurt him a lot.
Thank you.
How?
What happened?
A pedestrian crossing.
You know what Boyd was like.
He had right of way, and he stepped in front of a big...
...a big bastard SUV, and...
Oh, God, Mel, I'm so sorry.
- Um... so, Bobby Morgan, I had a look. - Yeah?
Right, he was abused by his dad, and then I put him into care,
took a court order out to keep him away from his dad,
and... gave him back to his mum.
Right.
Can I see the red edges?
No, course you can't.
You can't read the files, you don't work for us any more.
- You know the rules. - Yeah, yeah.
Now, tell me...
why you need to know about Bobby Morgan?
So, I have a case meeting, I'll be half an hour.
You gonna be all right in here by yourself?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Mm.
- DI Ruis. - DC Hegarty, sir.
Yeah, I followed O'Loughlin, yeah,
to the Liverpool social services office.
He's in with a Melinda Cossimo. She's one of their social workers.
Well, wait until he comes out
and then see what he was doing in there, all right?
So, yesterday was a... school and the town hall?
Yeah. Always asking about a Bobby Morgan.
Yeah, he might be trying to build a false narrative.
I'm coming up to Liverpool.
I just... I wanna be there when he slips up.
We'll be there tomorrow.
In the meantime, keep on him.
Will, do, sir.
Yeah... it all points to sexual abuse from the father.
I didn't get a hint of that in any of my sessions with Bobby.
- He adored his dad. - Well, you know how abusers work.
Yeah...
Yeah, I know there's nothing to stop an abuser being a...
safe, loving figure, but...
I mean, it could be the reason
why Bobby needs so many different personalities to survive.
I just don't see how I missed it.
I mean, look at this, right?
Lenny Morgan's first wife died.
They had a son, Dafydd.
Why has he never come to the attention of social services?
Why was he never interviewed about Lenny?
Well, we tried,
but he was older than Bobby, he was...
Yeah.
There. He was 16 at the time.
He left home, we needed to establish why,
tracked him to Southern Australia, to a backpacker's hostel,
but he'd left, he'd disappeared.
Hmm.
- What was Bobby's mother like? - Oh...
It was 13 years ago.
What I do know is that...
Bobby showed all the classic signs of being abused.
- Do you wanna look at this? - Yeah.
These are Bobby's filmed interviews.
Hmm.
If this thing still works.
Now, Bobby, I've a few questions
to ask you, is that OK?
I wanna go home.
Bobby, do you know the difference between the truth and a lie?
That's me.
That's my voice!
But it wasn't my case, I-I'd have remembered him.
Well, you must have sat in for someone just for that session.
Erskine.
It was his case. Yeah, but I'm involved.
In what?
I don't know, I-I...
I couldn't have spoken to him for more than 20 minutes,
13 years ago!
Everything that he was going through,
you would have just been another face in the crowd,
he wouldn't have remembered you.
Joe, you know that you cannot use anything
that you have found out today.
- Absolutely nothing. - Yeah.
- Is that clear? - Mm-hm.
Yeah.
Excuse me!
Er... sorry to disturb you, um...
I was wondering if there was anything you could tell me
about a Lenny Morgan.
Lenny Morgan, Christ, that's going back a bit.
Anything, anything at all.
Bert McMullen, that's who you need to talk to.
Him and Lenny were great mates.
Where can I find him?
In the pub.
Dave.
Ta, mate.
I'll get that... if you don't mind?
It's Bert, right?
I was just at the bus depot, they said I might find you here.
You were a friend of Lenny Morgan's?
There you go.
I'm trying to help out Lenny's son, Bobby.
He's in a spot of bother. Cheers.
Ta.
What sort of bother?
Assault.
He could go to prison.
I'm looking into anything to help him.
Family background, friends...
I haven't seen him since he was a kid.
He was a clever little boy.
Lenny used to bring him to the depot.
Bobby worshipped his dad.
Yeah. I got that impression.
I've dug around a little bit, and I know...
Lenny was killed in a fire or...
some kind of explosion or something, but...
So, why'd you need me, then?
Yeah, er, sorry, I haven't introduced myself,
I'm-I'm Joe, er...
- I'm a psychologist. I'm wor... - Oh, fuck, no. Go home.
Your mother's got custard waiting for you.
The thing is, Bert,
if Bobby...
was traumatised by the death of his father,
it could help mitigate...
"Traumatised"? Fuck off.
We were all of us that.
We could have all done with a bit of "mitigating".
Cheers to that.
Can you tell me about Bobby's family?
He has difficultly talking about them.
What was Lenny like?
He was a lovely man.
He was an engineer.
Lenny used the depot workshop of a weekend,
um... to build his inventions.
He was a brilliant welder.
Bert, what happened to Lenny?
The blast knocked an eight-tonne bus on its side.
The acetylene tank blew a hole through the roof.
- They found it a 100 yards away. - Jesus.
He died on the way to hospital.
It was written up...
...as an accident.
What do you think?
He was hounded to death.
Why was that? Because of what happened to Bobby?
Lenny killed himself.
Everybody knew it, no-one said it.
I should have helped him,
but when someone gets tagged a paedo,
you don't, do you?
And were they right? Did he...?
Course not.
Let me get you another pint, Bert...
Mate, I'm so sorry.
- Fucking drunk... - I didn't see it.
I'm not drunk. It was just clumsy. I'll get you...
- Clumsy? - I'm sorry.
Ooh. JOE GRUNTS
Now, you're fucking clumsy.
And tragedy today at a Liverpool bus depot.
A man thought to be in his late forties...
Did he abandon you?
Abandon?
Joe, you know nothing about him.
He's inside.
Did Catherine ever mention a Bobby?
A Bobby Morgan or... a Bobby Moran?
No.
And I don't feel comfortable with you being here.
Carl, I just told you, the police released me.
It was a wrongful arrest.
I'm trying to find out what happened...
You abused Catherine.
No, I didn't. Catherine was ill.
She withdrew the complaint.
I was helping her with some serious issues,
- and I want wanna help her now. - A little late for that.
I don't think it's too late.
I think it's important how she's remembered.
She deserves some dignity.
The police, Carl, have handled this so badly,
I'm here to try to find out the truth.
Now, when I knew Catherine, she kept a journal.
She was religious about it,
no matter what she was going through.
Do you have any idea if she still kept one or...
where it might be?
It might really help in finding her killer, Carl.
Police turned the house upside down.
If they found a journal or whatever, they didn't say.
All right.
Thank you for your time.
There's just one more thing...
It was a London agency
that dealt with the recruitment of the receptionist job.
She was up in Liverpool.
Do you know how she found out about it?
A letter. I don't know who from.
She wasn't sure about applying,
but the guy who she was seeing convinced her to go for it.
Who was that?
Her secret London lover.
I think he wanted her to move down there.
They met a few years ago
when he was working at a hospital up here.
Consultant, doctor, nurse?
A doctor.
She joked that he was... good with his hands.
Probably a surgeon.
Rich, poor?
She'd meet him at hotels.
Rich, then.
Probably no children.
Do you know if they met on weekdays or weekends?
Weekends.
Definitely no children.
Welcome to Liverpool, Detective Inspector.
Sergeant.
I followed him around here from his hotel, but...
he didn't go straight in.
He walked past the house three or four times.
Er...
Keep on him, yeah?
Everywhere he goes and everyone he sees.
- Yes, boss. - Good man.
I knew his trail would lead us to Catherine.
So, he said, "She was religious about it?"
He was certain she kept a journal, and that he needed to find it.
And you told him you knew nothing about it.
Because I don't.
What's the last image you have of Catherine?
Was she smiling?
Walking into the room? Eating breakfast? Laughing?
Yeah, she was over by the...
the window...
um... arranging flowers.
She was happy.
You see, the last image we have of Catherine
is lying dead on a mortuary slab.
This was a horrible, sadistic, brutal murder!
Now, if she was "religious" about keeping a journal,
there'd be a journal!
Where is it?
Listen...
...perverting the course of justice is an automatic prison sentence,
and, believe me, you have no idea
what prison would be like for someone like you.
I didn't think it was important.
Catherine hadn't paid her share of the rent, right?
She was always late, always.
I just got fed up with it.
So, um...
...when she was out, I, er... took her laptop.
I was going to tell her she could have it back
if she just paid up, you know?
But she didn't come back.
And where is this laptop?
It's just in the cupboard outside.
Shall I?
Yeah, please, go and get it!
This is all a bit cloak and dagger, isn't it?
- Jesus, what happened to your face? - Did you get it?
Here.
What's this about, Joe?
When Catherine applied for the job of receptionist, she...
I-I shredded her application without reading it.
I-I panicked. I...
I saw her photograph, and I just...
I couldn't deal with it.
Such a credit to the profession.
You're right, though,
Meena kept copies of everything.
Best receptionist to ever walk out on us.
I still can't deal with it, can you read it out to me, please?
Which part? Doesn't matter.
Well, I always skip the irritating, "why I want this job" part,
go straight to the references, work backwards.
Here we are.
Alison Kingsley, ward sister.
Carl Ashley, medical technician.
Dr Gerald Owens, consultant neurologist...
- Gerald Owens? - Yep.
Show me.
That's Jack.
Catherine was seeing Jack.
- He's involved in this somehow. - Is that the Dr Owens I've met?
Yeah, yeah, he was best man at my wedding.
I've known him years, he...
We met at med school, we were... best pals all through uni.
Mm, I found him a bit handsy.
Why do you call him Jack if his name's Gerald?
It's nickname Jack, "Jack The Lad".
He was always chasing women.
I think he's been lying to me about Catherine all this time.
He's been having an affair with her.
And he persuaded her to apply for the job that...
Cos his name was on the reference,
that... that's his humour, that's him joking.
Why, why would he do that?
- I don't know why he'd do it but... - Listen...
the police have been trying to access your list to find evidence
of abusing clients or if any others have gone missing.
It's all bullshit, though, it...
Look, Catherine disappeared...
...on the day that she called our office, and...
Oh, God, I wish I could've spoken to her.
I think he met up with Catherine that night.
Are you saying he killed her?
- Seriously? - No, but...
Look, I know I'm only making these connections,
and-and it's not real but...
he's the one that sent me Bobby Morgan.
Maybe he's the one manipulating him.
Joe, you need to go to the police, tell them everything, and go now.
Jack?
Oh, sorry.
I'm just collecting my things.
You know, you should hang a sign around your friend Jack's neck.
"Warning, incapable of love or affection".
Hello?
Scanning now.
Dr O'Loughlin.
Yeah.
Back in London?
We saw you get on the train at Liverpool,
so... that'd be my guess.
We've found what you were looking for.
Catherine's journal.
Yeah, I can understand why you were so desperate to have it,
all those details of the affair that you had with her.
We need you to come in, Joe.
We're charging you with her murder.
I didn't kill her, and I did not have affair with her.
Catherine was meticulous with her journal -
dates, times you met... all the details.
The night she disappeared she met with Dr Owens.
How'd you know that?
Because he was the one having an affair with her.
Jack Owens.
Oh, we know about his previous relationship with Catherine.
He told us.
Previous relationship?
It ended. Two years ago.
He was a little late in the day
with his confession but, er... better late than never, eh?
And when he phoned it in, he told me you were in Liverpool
and that he was worried...
about your state of mind.
He even told me that he had arranged to meet Catherine
that night, but he didn't go.
He didn't meet her.
He's lying. He-he's clearly lying.
We know Dr Owens... didn't meet Catherine that night.
How?
Just ask your wife.
Why?
They were together that night.
You need to come in. Right now.
It's over, Joe.
No.
What have we here?
- Pasta pomodoro... - Oh, my God,
- pasta pomodoro, my favourite. - Wait!
Hey, kiddo...
what are you up to?
Oh, look at that.
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