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00:43:18
Jonny Lee Miller, Lucy Liu, Jon Michael Hill
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but there's nothing like the tactility of the original devices,
Just out of curiosity, why did the old tosspot drop out this time?
Note the pallor, the perspiration, the inability to hold eye contact.
Laceration like that if his heart was still pumping,
What if Hank walked in on the saboteur?
He's on the precipice. You can tell. Sweating, hands are trembling.
You weren't at the airstrip when the plane took off?
Blue Toyota Camry. We got a BOLO out.
I was discussing an artificial sweetener with a suspect earlier on.
Note the pallor, the perspiration, the inability to hold eye contact.
Well, yeah, these granule aren't frosted.
and I believe I've found a mathematical quirk
Charles Cooper, that he won't alibi you for the murder of Hank Gerard.
Maybe some lunatic will put his mother-in-law in the wood chipper,
So eventually, we met, so I could coach him on its nuance.
The pilot looks confident, but I detect a slight tremor in his hands.
66 pounds is the equivalent of exactly 30 kilo.
it occurred to me that the saboteur may have been satisfying a grudge,
Maybe some lunatic will put his mother-in-law in the wood chipper,
You might want to add wrench-wielding madman to that list.
This man's leg was nearly amputated by a piece of fuselage,
If it didn't, then you'd have asked to visit the loo quite some time ago.
That's probably why he looks so ill. Fumes are finally getting to him.
It's emblazon with the logo VeriScript.
This man's leg was nearly amputate by a piece of fuselage,
The killer bludgeon Mr. Gerard, then, for reasons yet to be determined,
Yeah. That was nothing. Yeah, I poach one of his regulars.
No sign of any crime being perpetrate there.
I knew he was dabbling on and off,
You improvise. You killed him.
It's worse this time. It's like he bathe in the stuff.
It climbed like that for a while, then shudder,
Hank's boss was incline to accept it, and Hank wanted more.
Somebody sabotage the flight.
His car stall, so I had to stop by his place to give him a jump.
- I beg your pardon? - The sex. The shagging.
- No Barts? - A lot of drawers toss inside.
The police made the case. I just lent a helping hand.
It's more likely that he threaten to go to the authorities if you didn't stop.
Don't you think we owe it to their loved ones to prove that?
There's no way he could have grasp and swung the heavy wrench
Initially, I'd assumed that you just spill some on your clothing,
I warn him it was dangerous but he, heh, wouldn't listen.
I'm sorry if I bother you.
Well, I flush his drugs and I looked after him for a day or so.
in that the flight was doom to crash anyway.
Stubborn, criminally so. Always was.
incrementally more time with him than you,
Respectfully, that doesn't sound much like a friendship to me.
Would you mind terribly if I asked one of you first?
Not just weird. Utterly ridiculous.
He says, and I quote, "Three souls aboard." Three. Not four.
your services as my sober companion electronically.
I was nowhere near the hangar this morning.
so high he could barely speak.
Now that I've met him, I know that he's our weakest suspect, literally.
Somehow I'll soldier on.
yet there's virtually no evidence of blood loss on his pants.
Blow would've killed him instantly.
Because, thanks to you, we're still basically just strangers.
regardless of the extra weight of Hank Gerard's body.
It was a compound fracture, hence the scar.
Obviously given to the lawyers as some sort of promotional gift,
We'll take it, definitely.
so, please, listen very carefully.
Unfortunately, rotund, white, male executives at the company
So eventually, we met, so I could coach him on its nuances.
- How could you possibly know that? - Because he is a serial absentee.
Normally, you would have put up every picture you had from the crash site.
Same unfrosted grains I saw at the crash site.
Unfortunately, rotund, white, male executives at the company
into a smoldering pile of wreckage in seconds...
Engine failure? Bird strike? Fatigued wing spar?
It's a type of cordgrass which grows only in brackish water.
Why else would anyone pay your exorbitant fees?
A specialist in the field of deductive reasoning.
There are minute differences, carcinogenic ones in that case.
Can see how that might be distracting to a pilot.
Stubborn, criminally so. Always was.
A pathological maker and breaker of promises.
You like pushing buttons. I'm stunned.
Our suspect does have one distinguishing feature, however,
your services as my sober companion electronically.
It's a bit ironic, isn't it? Diabetic working for a company
Oversized ergonomic pens, a book holder.
to make outrageous and highly specific requests.
Hm. It's still a bit moist, which means the wrench was in the water
Oversized ergonomic pens, a book holder.
you recorded an onboard weight of exactly 66 pounds
What is it? You look peculiar.
Not just weird. Utterly ridiculous.
But for your recently deceased colleague, Joe Newell, maybe.