A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[rumble of thunder]
[phone buzzing]
[car horns honking in distance]
Jochen Müller?
Thanks for taking the time to come in. Borchert. Good morning.
Good morning.
I hope this won't take long. My car isn't parked in the most ideal spot.
- It all sounded rather mysterious. - Mysterious, how?
Yesterday, when your colleague called she mentioned a witness statement.
That will be explained further by my colleague.
[police radio chatter]
- [knocks on door] - [Borchert] Ms. Keller?
Can I offer you anything? Coffee? Tea?
No, thank you.
[tense music playing]
[Keller] Just a moment, please.
[Müller] Sure.
[humming]
Yeah. Can we?
Please take a seat.
I have to ask for your understanding.
Can we record your statement?
Only so there are no misunderstandings later.
Later?
Yes, if it's easier...
[beep]
We'll begin with questioning.
It's Friday 2nd November, 2018, 09:05.
Present are Detective Chief Inspector Nadine Keller,
and you're Jochen Müller, born May 6th, 1963, in Cologne.
Yup.
Do you have any identification with you?
When did you move to Berlin?
About... early '90s.
Can we get to the point, now, please?
We're already in the middle of it.
And where do you currently live?
Zehlendorf.
And back then?
In '91? On Husemannstrasse.
Prenzlauer Berg?
Yes. In the East there was more space.
Is it about the apartment?
Can you remember any of the young men pictured in this photo?
Here you go.
[inhales deeply]
[clears throat]
[phone buzzing]
Schulz is on his way.
[Müller] Who's this motley crew?
It hasn't even been two minutes and the apartment's already come up.
Could they look more East German?
That's the only photo that we were able to find.
We don't even know which one of the young men it could be.
Who it could be?
Jens Krahl.
[high-pitched whine]
[haunting music playing]
At the beginning of the '90s,
looking for handiwork, he entered adverts in the papers.
Krahl...
Yeah, of course.
Is this the only one you have?
Yeah, I did indeed have all sorts of things made.
But here... here in the photo...
"Had made," in what sense?
Sanding, plastering, painting...
At Husemannstrasse.
And how did you find him?
I probably read his advert.
I needed work done quickly back then.
He can't have been busy, and wasn't too costly.
It's about him?
And how were things left with him?
Yeah...
I obviously paid him.
Well, if you're asking how I paid him,
naturally I paid him in cash as that's how he wanted it.
It's all right. It was a long time ago.
Was his work good?
Uh...
The work was, in fact, all pretty good.
The attention to detail, well,
the Easterners had to scrape to get by.
I mean, it wasn't easy for them.
People like them?
Yes...
Socialised in the East but surviving in the West.
Tough.
So back then, after reunification,
you got hold of, renovated, and sold on many apartments,
didn't you?
Yes.
The apartment on Husemannstrasse was actually where it all began.
It was practically a handout.
I had it renovated, and when I sold it, it had more than doubled in worth.
Then I managed to buy two apartments,
renovated then sold them, then four, and yeah...
So it was, back then.
And was it not obvious to keep working with a handyman like Krahl
who'd already done such good work for you in the past?
Yeah, but he worked alone.
And the volume that I was now working with
was too much for him, so I needed a company to help me.
Is he in some sort of trouble?
Did he give the impression that he was in some sort of trouble?
No, he was OK.
As I've already said, overwhelmed in my opinion, but not...
Yeah, is there something now that he's done wrong, then?
I don't know.
It's finding him that's proving difficult. No trace of him, anywhere.
Not a thing.
What, nothing?
Nothing.
Since '91.
The same time that many people took off for the West.
That's what his former neighbours think, anyway.
Yeah. The Wall gone... freedom.
That's something, for someone of your age,
that it's difficult to understand, but it was a clean cut.
After everything that people had lived through, you can't imagine.
How old was he back then? Twenty-five or whatever?
Maybe he went abroad.
Had he ever given the impression that he might do that?
Listen, he was renovating.
We weren't going to cafes together.
But I'm not entirely sure why I'm here in any case.
Couldn't you clear it up with my PA better?
If I can even help you at all, that is.
At the weekend, we're opening the Georgenpassage at Alex.
We'll be eating with the investors and the press,
and if I remember anything I'll be happy to give you a call,
but I haven't seen this man for the last 30 years.
Would you like to see the photo once more, then?
No, thank you.
What do you need me to do, then?
Do I have to sign something or have we finished here?
[sinister music playing]
What's this?
[Keller] Hackescher Markt.
They started building a retirement home here in '91.
Now it's being torn down to make space for a shopping center.
Workers found the skeleton under the foundations.
[Borchert] Don't panic. It's working, just like you predicted.
[Schulz] What's working? Nothing works here without me.
Who is that? What's she doing here?
[Müller] One moment. I must deal with this.
[Borchert] Müller brought up the apartment.
- [Schulz] This is my case! - Not any more.
[Müller] So, why are you showing me this?
[Keller] We are almost certain this is the skeleton of Jens Krahl.
Keller, she's called. Comes from the top. We're supposed to be reviewed.
What for?
[Müller] "Almost certain"? What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Almost certain.
This was found with it.
The person who buried him back then didn't have any idea about this watch.
After all, hundreds of thousands of them are manufactured in East Germany.
The lab was able to identify an inscription on the inside of the band
that was carefully written.
With a ballpoint pen,
Which had faded before he died.
Jens Krahl had written his own name on it.
The cornerstone went down at the same time
as the foundations were being laid
during the same month in which Mr. Krahl worked for you: March '91.
As you stated that Jens Krahl at this time was working,
renovating your apartments for you,
you're one of the last people to see him alive.
What is assumed to have happened?
That was exactly my next question to you, to see if you knew.
You're not being serious, are you?
To spell it out more clearly, then, there's been no sign of Jens Krahl
since he renovated your apartment on Husemannstrasse back in March '91.
He's disappeared off the face of the earth.
So what exactly are you asking?
When I saw Jens Krahl for the last time, he was in tip-top health.
That's awful.
No one deserves that.
I will be questioning you as a suspect from now on.
But suspected of what?
For the murder of Jens Krahl.
Is that what you think? That it was me?
Why would I kill this man?
Because he forgot to do a double coat in the entrance hall?
Was it so?
Just after his disappearance in '91,
his apartment was broken into and everything was turned upside down.
The rest was had by neighbours and rubbish collectors.
The only thing, a miracle that we found it...
is this, from high school.
Maybe the intruder just thought the apartment was empty.
The police, as they were back then, didn't do anything.
Yeah, yeah. That kind of thing happened every day.
Yes.
But considering that it was a case of murder that was clearly developing,
we asked ourselves, did the break-in mean something more than that?
What could have been in that apartment that was so important?
- And that came back to me? - [phone buzzing]
Would you like to speak to a lawyer?
What about? Murder?
Or the break-in?
- What are you accusing me of? - Would you like a lawyer?
This is ridiculous. Bloody nonsense.
But if this is going on any longer,
I'm going for a smoke.
[rumbling thunder outside]
Listen to me.
Apart from the fact that you're letting him go just before he opens up
and giving him plenty of time to think of a way to talk his way out of it,
or else drag in some expensive lawyer, leaving us sitting here until Christmas,
who do you think you are,
taking over something I've been working on for weeks?
Müller came an hour earlier than expected. I made a decision.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Here, interview nobody without me.
What are you doing here? Evaluation?
Harassment, more like.
Assessment, actually, and I'm authorised to step in
where your working practice is concerned,
if irregularities or violations of procedure are seen.
For example, if you fancy a swimming lesson and the suspect is waiting.
By all means make a note. "Schulz went swimming."
- But from here on, I take over. - No.
That's not your choice. If you'll excuse me...
[ominous music playing]
Mr. Müller.
I'm Schulz. We spoke on the phone.
- [keypad beeping] - [door buzzing]
When is your baby due?
Four more months.
Is it your first child?
[beep]
Questioning resumes at 09:23.
Detective Chief Inspector Keller,
Detective Chief Inspector Schulz and Jochen Müller.
You see, I think that you're wasting both your time and mine.
The two of you look like Laurel and Hardy, sitting there like that!
Am I really your only lead?
How often did Krahl and you see each other?
[sighs]
He had a key made by me, and came and went as he wanted.
[Keller] That was a lot of work. He must have been there a lot.
Yeah, as I said, he had a key
and knew what had to be done, and when.
I had a lot to take care of, of my own.
Can I interrupt here?
I understand, Müller.
Sometimes I can't even remember what happened the month before.
I find it interesting, the inner workings of your company.
Perhaps that will help us, here.
You're from Cologne, right?
You can hear my accent?
Why Berlin?
The East was laid bare and was there for the taking.
[Schulz] What about the capital you needed?
That came from my father, as he'd recently died.
Yeah, of course, as here it was worth more.
It wasn't the amount of money that was important.
I think, at the right moment,
making the right decision... that really was.
Boarding school, high school... Your relationship with your father?
A different generation.
That had no understanding of gay relationships?
In the late '80s, you were pretty active in Cologne, on the gay scene.
[scoffs]
Who's told you these rumors?
You do know that I'm married? I have three children.
And the last time I actually checked,
my wife was definitely female.
[Schulz] People can change during their life.
There's nothing wrong with gay one day, straight the next...
Or did you struggle, coming to terms with it?
[Keller] I'm sure Krahl must have been an attractive man.
[Müller] I'm not gay.
BODY LANGUAGE 100% GUILTY NOT GAY?
[Schulz] What about the statements from your former sexual partners?
What should we do with them?
We could let them pick you out of a line-up.
But that wouldn't prove anything.
Financial motives out of the way.
The second option: your sexual orientation
and unrequited love,
giving jealousy or blackmail as a motive,
which could quickly culminate in violence, couldn't it?
If you continue to deny your gay past, we have to prove that it happened,
and it's natural that we'll then want to look for a motive there.
[breathes deeply]
[clears throat]
It's really nobody's business.
I work in a public environment, now,
and people talk in the real estate world, about everything.
Do you understand?
I was only young, I was searching.
And I don't just mean sexually, I mean...
I was searching for my life, then.
Who and what I wanted to be.
Chances that were there. A gift...
Yes, I managed to find it here in Berlin.
- Sense. - [Schulz] What you mean, sense?
- Are you from Berlin? - Mmm. Oberschöneweide.
- Were you here back then? - After the Wall? Of course.
I mean, it was like a goldrush situation.
At least for us
from the West.
I mean, anything was possible. It was a new land.
And the real estate that was state owned...
- And then... privatised trustees. - [Schulz] Robbing the Easterners.
It was a national sport back then. You must have known it was tough.
Well, the West had the fortune.
You must have done well out of that.
Yes, those were good times.
But I can honestly say,
people like Krahl...
I wouldn't have hired them if they hadn't needed an extra bit of help to move on.
For people like him, two years of reunification,
and the West had simply chewed them up.
Huge debt.
I paid him well.
I know what I got from it and I'm grateful to this day.
Me and Krahl were not involved.
Can you remember people back then?
Specifically, the ones you did business with?
Are you talking about anyone in particular?
Notary Schwarz, for example.
In Charlottenburg.
- Schwarz in Charlottenburg? - I'll just read the bullet points.
You're meticulous with your calendar. Elephants never forget.
All these, about you:
"skipped our last meeting together," "terminated our business,"
"didn't answer my calls and never got back to me."
March '91, coincidentally.
Doesn't sound like a super guy, a super achiever that you described.
Or did something happen?
Architecture firm. Also good at record-keeping.
- "Müller..." - I don't need to hear!
Only if you tell the truth!
How many times will you say that you had dived headfirst into your work,
when you hadn't even managed to answer phone calls or go to meetings,
and here you are now, playing the workaholic.
What was going wrong?
Were things not good?
[Schulz] Bombarding people with faxes and calls from Cologne for months.
You just can't wait to part with your money.
And then, March '91, absolutely nothing.
Or was it cocaine?
We were also surprised about the background in Cologne you had.
The people we asked had said, "Müller works too hard.
In danger of losing everything."
You then start to think about it...
The sexual tendencies...
The complexity of being gay back then...
The cocaine...
[Schulz] And Krahl wasn't gay, according to what we found out.
- Perhaps he was ignoring your advances. - [Keller] Was there a fight?
I wonder,
those two are working well together, but him...
It's as though he's overcome by his whole time in Cologne.
You understand you're asking about half a lifetime ago?
You understand, cocaine, men that I knew...
and then you've made something up.
Have you got any evidence of this?
Yeah, you...
You still have your life to lead and therefore it's unfair to judge you.
It's all to come.
But you...
Have you always achieved what you set out to?
When it's going well,
when the money keeps coming in, you know?
And the drugs are there, too. But...
In the spring of '91, I was in Spain, Italy and France.
In order to distance yourself from Krahl?
No.
I was in love with someone.
With Jens Krahl?
With my wife.
In the spring of '91.
March '91. I think about it every year.
But not because of Jens Krahl.
Instead, about Wiebke and I and the year we'd just had.
There I was,
just sitting in my home, alone, freshly renovated...
And you're right,
I was thinking, "Why am I here,
in this shitty place with all these miserable Easterners?"
And the doorbell rings.
There was hardly anyone living in the building, then.
And there she was.
Asking for flour.
At about half-past ten.
So we threw everything together and then we ate together.
That was an unexpected evening for Wiebke and me.
She had also just moved in.
By the end of the week we were on a flight, me and Wiebke.
And now we're 27 years married.
[phone buzzing]
[puts phone down]
Wiebke took pictures, the whole holiday.
If you want to know what I did that spring
and how I was doing, by all means take a look at my photo albums.
Afterwards I had my work to concentrate on,
which is exactly what I need to do now.
Do you think it's a good idea for us and your wife to speak?
You have nothing at all.
For 30 years I've been grafting to build this company up.
I have 250 people around the world working for me. They'll tell you.
I am absolutely trustworthy!
What we sell affects the lives of many.
We take responsibility.
Since you're already sniffing around,
when will you find the time to ask the others?
The others like Krahl. The others that I'm helping in life.
- "With potential"? - Well, what do I know?
And what about all this shit here?
They wouldn't stand for it, and instead they'd have you both fired for it.
The ones we've asked...
neighbours and people employed by you...
They give that impression of you.
They only have good things to say of you.
Generous contracts for employees,
donations, sponsorship...
With whom have you been having these discussions behind my back, eh?
You call me in here to help with your investigations
then turn everything around.
Is that even legal?
Maybe I don't even know this man that we've been talking about.
Maybe I don't remember correctly. Husemannstrasse?
I don't recall living there. What would you do then?
Then we would start again.
But why me?
[solemn music playing]
Do you know who this woman is?
Who's that supposed to be?
The mother of Jens Krahl.
The photo is from November '97.
Her 70th birthday. A neighbour took the photo.
The woman said Mrs. Krahl could hardly bear it, always being so alone.
She died one year later.
The neighbour had just moved in, back then.
A Mrs. Kürten. From Bayern, originally.
She invited the old lady over every now and again,
almost like a grandma.
She had a tragic story to tell.
After a cup of coffee or two,
the old woman always talked about Jens, her only child,
and how she knew he would never abandon her.
That she was certain her little treasure would come back for her one day.
So we visited her nice little house.
Yes, with a shed for 20 chickens that she kept there.
- It's empty now and falling down. - Only coal heating throughout.
She kept the heat in with blankets over the windows.
Must have been desperate to do that.
When the neighbours were asked about Jens Krahl
he doesn't exactly come out smelling of roses.
Moving to the West? Fine. But not checking in on his mother?
Letting her live on a shamefully low pension,
670 marks a month, leaving nothing for repairs.
The washing machine in the cellar is still down there.
Been broken for years.
Everything was hand washed.
So what do you want from me?
When a dead man is dug up after 30 years,
in truth we don't expect to make much headway.
But when the dead man is able to be identified by the watch he has,
you think again.
Meanwhile you realise that someone is paying
for the old woman's gravestone, plus the flowers every year.
You check for other relatives, only to discover
Mr. Müller is paying for the gravestone and flowers
for someone he couldn't possibly know.
And why would he make such an effort to conceal that he's paying the bills,
and where's the money coming from?
Then we found out about the renovation work
Jens Krahl did for you,
and we can't stop asking ourselves,
what was there between Krahl and Müller?
This must be a misunderstanding.
What is a misunderstanding, if you don't mind me asking?
It shows there are many Jochen Müllers in Germany,
even in Berlin.
Are you aware what this actually shows?
[Schulz] The person who buried Mr. Krahl in the foundations
is not cold-blooded.
That's nice to know, Chief Inspector.
Transferring him just from the car to the apartment
is difficult, especially alone.
And Husemannstrasse was third-floor...
Then all that way across the construction site on Rosenthaler.
You know where the corpse ended up.
And we find the mother's grave is being looked after.
Meticulously.
As we see it,
burying the body with clothes only puts you at a disadvantage.
But you didn't stop to think of that 30 years ago, did you?
That we will find a lot of DNA with the remains
that doesn't belong there.
[Keller] That's why we'd like you to help us and take a DNA test.
According to your story, we won't find any trace of yours there, will we?
Why would I have gone to all of that effort?
It's just bollocks.
[Keller] Did you do all of that?
You're going with the gay story, are you? I took coke and then... what?
He blackmailed me, and I flipped out?
[Keller] Do you want a lawyer now?
If you refuse to talk,
we'll charge you with this evidence for the murder of Jens Krahl in '91.
Then if your DNA is found on Jens Krahl you can count on a conviction.
Which means your only help is your motive.
Explain yourself.
[Keller] Maybe a lawyer would be a good idea, now. What do you think?
[eerie music playing]
[rumble of thunder]
[Borchert] If you really look hard at Müller,
you can see that behind his facade, there's an emotional man sat there.
Whatever happened between him and Krahl,
it's not a cold-blooded or premeditated murder.
Well done for softening him up. The photo of the mother surprised him.
Completely.
This is all shit, though.
He's not Krahl's murderer.
What about the woman and the guilt he had? How would you explain that?
[Proska] Maybe...
he thinks that she's hot?
You've had this strategy of how best to confront him for weeks.
He's just at the point of confessing.
Can your ego let me take this alone from here?
This is the end.
Just be kind to yourself.
And go to the toilet as often as you want.
[siren passing outside]
[Schulz] OK?
Forget it.
Your lawyer?
No, they're not answering.
It's pretty funny for me.
If I'm honest.
From the West perspective, the way the East was viewed back then.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Ninth of November.
I was driving my father's Trabant,
but I couldn't get through to Bornholmer,
so I walked.
My first time in the West.
There were so many on the streets. Everywhere.
Yes...
Do you know where I slept?
Tiergarten. On a bench.
Froze to death.
"When they close everything up again tomorrow, I'll stay here," I thought.
Well...
The reality came later.
Land of opportunity, my arse!
Not for us, anyway.
[Müller] Do you know why that is?
The West had an advantage. It's simple.
I mean, their mentality. Knowing which way the wind blows.
But they also had a practical advantage. By that I mean cash.
[Schulz] A lot of good people weren't born with those advantages
and were left behind.
[Müller] I couldn't agree more.
Take Krahl, for example... and this is very interesting...
His father saw everything, up close and personal, in '53.
National uprising, strikes.
The family never recovered.
Krahl had excellent grades, but never the right political persuasion,
so higher education, graduation, university... simply wasn't an option.
Just finding a job.
- How very sad. - Yes.
And after reunification,
he was in huge debt because he was led to believe he needed to buy things.
A car, new furniture.
Job fell through.
And then he struggled as a handyman.
I think he could have made something of himself.
If they'd have helped him.
Should have had a second chance.
Did he steal from you?
He was not a criminal, no.
Thirty years ago...
but one thing stays the same.
Differences of East and West always show.
I see it, too.
You're not from the West.
It would be absurd to accuse me of the murder of Jens Krahl
when it wasn't me.
I'm aware it wasn't you that killed him.
Who did it?
No one.
Jens Krahl lives.
I am Jens Krahl.
And this is Jochen Müller.
He was a dentist in Cologne, 1988.
If it's still around, you'll find his dental records.
That'll prove that I haven't lost my mind.
What you said just now was right.
My father didn't take anything lying down.
And that was good, but not really very smart.
We all ended up paying for it.
I really would have loved to have gone to study somewhere,
but no chance.
At 18, I moved to a place in the Zionskirchplatz area.
Things were all shit,
but there were lots of people who thought like I did.
So we all decided to apply for our visas,
all the while selling T-shirts with Western motifs, all underhand.
And soon after my visa was ready, I'd already packed...
the fall of the Wall.
The feeling of terror there was...
Hundreds of visits for absolutely nothing.
All for nothing, you understand me?
And then the shit that followed, I fell for it.
Should have known better.
My father, dead.
My mother, you've already seen.
And then the first ones came, like Müller. The rich guys.
Bought my apartment like it was nothing. So easy to do.
He was the same age as me.
But it was as if he'd come from another planet or something.
- So did he call you? - Yeah, of course.
I was employed to do the renovation.
The whole apartment. Money was no object.
So an arsehole, yeah?
Arsehole? No, I don't think so.
He always mentioned his father,
that his father was a certain type, not in a good way.
And when he finally died, he was glad.
But what I'd have given to have my father back again...
Was it so, that in the West, all their fathers...
I don't know.
You must have seen that Müller was practically alone,
and didn't know anyone in Berlin?
Yeah...
Not really. I wasn't particularly interested.
I had my job to do, and was being paid.
Right.
It's not what you think. He was no arsehole, just had no idea.
Like a spoiled only child.
He had a ridiculous amount of cash but it meant nothing.
I think that he would never have pulled it off.
Did he make a move on you?
- That gay story, you mean? - Yes.
Until you brought it up I'd never heard about it.
At the end of my last week, he came and told me he might be taking a trip.
So I said, OK, good, I would come back later.
But he stood there and gave me the keys and 200 marks, told me to go.
That was all he did.
At the time my attitude was such that I thought he wouldn't notice anyway
if the window frames had one or two coats of varnish.
Whatever. So I didn't go for a couple of days.
On the third day, I thought...
I don't know, I guess I had a bad conscience
so I went there
and started the window frames. Three days.
Then I get to the bathroom.
Five days he'd been lying there as I worked, next to him.
Heart attack? A stroke? No idea.
There were candles that he had lit, melted right down.
On the toilet lid there was... cocaine, speed, heroin?
I don't know, no idea.
And I've been varnishing the window frames.
Ten out of ten people would, at that very moment,
choose to call the police.
Don't tell me that it wasn't even in the back of your mind not to call them.
No, I wasn't thinking about anything.
I went into the living room to use the phone.
And that was, truthfully, the first time I changed my mind.
I noticed that he had left his keys to his car.
And in his coat in the hallway, his wallet.
At least 100 in there.
Then I thought, well, he'd been in there the whole time and nobody knew.
Another day wouldn't make any difference.
I packed a bag for myself with his stuff. Took some of his clothes.
Some things from the kitchen for my mother.
Some good brands in there.
"And tomorrow I'll do it. Tomorrow I'll call the police," I thought.
I even took off my paint-splattered clothes
and put on some of his,
and then the doorbell suddenly rang.
And you answered? Why?
Well, Wiebke doesn't give up!
She knocked and called, she'd heard me walking
and had a quick question.
I had all the doubts.
I thought, "What if, for whatever reason, she calls the police on me?"
How would that look? You understand me?
So I opened the door and...
- It was your wife-to-be? - Yeah, Wiebke, asking for flour.
While I was rummaging around, she came in,
and I'm thinking I've fucked it.
But the thing was...
She thought you were Müller.
Yeah, of course. What else would she be thinking?
We flew to Spain.
Wiebke and I.
I didn't get to sleep for nights after that.
Not from what you're thinking.
There were lots of Germans.
A few came in their Trabant cars as far as Valencia,
and sleeping on the beaches there.
Wiebke and I... She had the West in her blood.
Hotel, credit card,
breakfast in our room...
"Mr. Müller" here, "Mr. Müller" there... "Please, thank you, Mr. Müller."
I couldn't be Jens any more.
One morning, I went to the consulate and said,
"I'm sorry, my passport is lost."
A few weeks later it was official.
Would Wiebke have traveled with a decorator to Spain?
An Alexander Pushkin High School student, with a pile of debt?
[phone buzzing]
So...
It's my lawyer.
Krahl.
[ping]
Home time already?
You still need to get some regulation lights there, mate.
[chuckles]
Schulz here?
About the review...
My time sheets...
You'll see that I'm not always as tidy as I should be.
Do you mean that you bill more than you should?
I'm sure it pretty much adds up,
and I really wanted to mention it to Human Resources.
We know that already. It's OK. Don't worry.
So, then?
My advice? Don't worry.
OK.
- [keypad beeping] - [door buzzing]
Martin.
It's a crazy thing.
Krahl, Müller... Man, oh, man!
And the tart there, the pregnant one.
So that's her, or what?
Has word already got around?
What's going on, then?
Do you think she has something on us?
[haunting music playing]
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