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Alas, I'm just here to tick boxes, really. You make it sound like working in a bank. What do you mean by that? Nothing, it's just that you make it sound boring. Do you not have a wall with all horrible photos of dead bodies on and arrows and that? He does. Really? Yeah, he wanted to be a policeman, but his head wouldn't fit in the helmets. So you fancied yourself as a coffer, did you? Well, it's a noble profession, but these days it's all just filing and paperwork. My real passion is for sleuthing, sifting the evidence for clues, proper Sherlock Holmes stuff. It's all about waiting for the murderer to make his first silly mistake. That's when it gets really exciting. Yeah, you're always saying that, aren't you, David? David. I mean, Martin. David was Can remember now A what it A Freudian clit Indeed. This is what I'm talking about, Mrs Pike. A good detective would not only find the clues, but know how to interpret them. You mentioned Dr Freud. Now, he believed that deep down, every man wishes to sleep with his mother and kill his father. Well, one out of two is not bad. I was trying to help him! Go and get the Inspector a biscuit, Martin. There's some chocolate hobnobs in the cupboard. Whereabouts? In the cupboard. Next to the knife drawer. What drawer? The knife drawer. What drawer? Knife drawer. Oh, the knife draw. Yeah.