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I’m with the FBI. Answer the question. Oh, right, you’re here about Max Hansen. He’s dead. Haven PD. Who are you? I said I’m FBI. Hey, hey, keep your hands where I can see them. What am I gonna do, pull out another gun? My name is Special Agent Audrey Parker. He’ll bite your hand right through, I knows him. Well, go on, have ’em. Have the bottoms. Give us a drink in there. Put some in there, will ya? Good man, good man. To our benefactors. To Dr. Rock. Who would them three be in the corner there with all that money for a drink? Andrew Merry-Lees, Praying Howard, and Mole. Hmm, they’re never short. What now would they be doing for a living, lovey? Grave robbers. Who’s this Dr. Rock? He buys the stuff. What stuff? Bodies. Bodies? Get out. I’ll go this way. Where’d they go, Billy? Where’d they go? Leave him alone, brute. Leave him. He won’t know nothing. Don’t hurt him. Did you see him? The men three with the horse and carriage. We saw nothing, have we, Billy? Ah, to hell with ya! You have the same dark brains as your brother! It runs in the family! You’re all bloody mad! Oi, mate! Come on, youse. No, no! No, not here! It’s too bloody cold. Come on, let’s go back to Rose’s. Who you got there, Jennie, huh? Piss off, Fallon, I’ve got a customer. Oh. Did you see the three of them? Uh, Andrew what’s-his-name and Mole. I ain’t seen no one. Now, let me be. Me and my friend are going to Rose’s. You heard what the lady said. Shut your mouth now! Where’d you see them, eh? Were they on the cart, eh? I seen nothing, Fallon. Quick, Fallon, we seen ’em. Oh! Hee hee! Here, no, Jennie, come on, now, huh? I’ll be back, with money enough to have you naked, huh? Come on, Fallon! That bloody watchman has got himself sober again! All right, Jimmy, I know what you want. Here, Jimmy. What do you see now, Jimmy? Now I can see nothing. Have you found him yet? Here he is. Hallelujah. Go to it, Mole. Quiet as death tonight. Praise be the Lord. It’s a hard clasp they’ve put on the coffin. The unbelievers. Break it open then. This cold’s