MRS. KAMAL: I think you need me to come and speak to the police about those abusive postcards you told me about, Ahmed.

We'll talk some more when I come to visit next week.

Next week?

Why don't you try spring, hey?

MASHINKO: I have met a wonderful lady here.

My girlfriend, I think.

Ms. Kwama Lyons?

SHAHID: That traffic warden.

The African lady.

She had nothing to do with it, then?

MILL: She was working illegally.

QUENTINA: If I return, I will be killed.

CANSEXA: Could, perhaps, treat the tumor -with chemotherapy.

-No.

You don't have to decide here and now.

I have decided.

And it's no.

-MILL: So, who's the artist?

-PETUNIA: My grandson, Graham.

MILL: I wanted to talk to you about these nuisance postcards.

PETUNIA: I gave them to Graham.

He was quite taken with them.

Don't you go telling anybody else.

A secret?

[ Chuckles softly ] I like that.

PARKER: Families, eh?

Fuck 'em, hey?

You're disrespecting my family?

This is my Gran we're talking about.

-"Goodfellas," right?

-GRAHAM: What?

You just don't feel anything, do you?

And until you do, you will always be my assistant.

[ Door slams ] MARY: What is it all for?

In the end?

Look at this place.

A lifetime of clutter.

Is that all there is?

There's nothing wrong with this place.

MARY: Do you do papering, painting, refurbishment?

Yes.

When do you want to start doing?

The sooner the better.

Hey, how are you doing?

Oh, Piotr.

[ Laughs ] ROGER: You've met Matya?

I've just hired her.

She's, uh, my very own Christmas miracle.

[ Applause ] MAN: Mark's a bit of a dark horse, isn't he?

ROGER: He's just a bit competitive, but we all were at his age, weren't we?

[ Breathes deeply ] ROGER: My God.

To be young and childless.

Have you come straight from the party?

Sleep is for lightweights, Roger.

ROGER: [ Chuckles ] Wouldn't do any flash trading with a hangover, if I were you.

[ Urinating ] How's Matya?

I didn't see her this morning.

Did she have a nice evening?

Yes.

Far as I know.

You don't know... -Like, she isn't... -[ Water running ] Is she seeing anybody at the moment, do you know?

[ Water shuts off ] Oh, Mark.

Dear me.

I know you're an ambitious young man, and full marks for cheek, but...

I'm afraid Matya is rather out of your league.

[ Chuckles ] Dear me.

Dear me.

[ Chuckling ] [ Cellphone ringing ] BOGDAN: Boo.

[ Hammering ] [ Indistinct shouting ] USMAN: I don't know why we all have to be here.

Because last time it was just me and for two months we never heard the end of it.

SHAHID: Yeah, this time we'll overwhelm her with our love and devotion; She won't know what's hit her.

USMAN: That doesn't sound like Ammi.

Hey, you're not allowed to criticize her.

You're her golden boy.

Let's have a bet on what she says first.

"Gambling is un-Islamic."

That's better.

I prefer you without a sense of humor.

I'll go first.

It will be: "Rohinka, what are you feeding my fatty son?

Are you trying to kill him?"

"The flight was a horror."

"Hello."

She'll say, "Hello."

Of course she will, clever girl.

[ All chuckle ] [ Brakes squeal ] Right.

She's here.

[ Engine shuts off ] MRS. KAMAL: Aha!

-Dadi jaan!

-[ Speaking Urdu ] Gurhyaa!

-All here this time.

-I can see that.

And nobody minding the till?

That's a lovely dress you're wearing, Fatima.

[ Speaking Urdu ] Mum let you wear a dress for once.

[ Chuckles ] And, Rohinka, what are you feeding my son?

He has no self-control.

You must be his self-control.

What are you feeding him?

Or is he stuffing himself with snack food because he doesn't like what you cook him?

He looks like a golgappa.

[ Laughs ] And I don't know what you're laughing about, huh?

25 years of age, and no sign of a wife.

[ Chuckles ] [ Speaking Urdu ] Come, come.

BOGDAN: Do you want the kitchen stripping out?

Um, just make it modern, you know?

We'll get the kit from IKEA.

It will be basic but solid, you know.

Something new.

That's the main thing.

Paint work, neutral.

Chalky Down is very popular.

[ Whispering ] Uh... We, uh... We can't go in there, I'm afraid.

But, the, uh, bathroom will need renovating or refitting.

It's up to you.

BOGDAN: Okay.

If you are having building work, I can sort out permission.

I know who to talk to at the council and so on.

Yeah, we might just leave that to the buyer.

Uh, we just need a rough quote for tarting it up.

Okay.

No problem.

Are you all right to do the other rooms on your own?

I'll, um...

I'll be in the kitchen.

[ Gasps ] Sorry.

[ Breathes sharply ] MARY: I'm getting a few people in, other quotes, rough figures for now.

I'll have more idea when, um...

I'm looking for a good job.

Um, but we're looking to freshen it up a bit before we put it on the market, to be honest.

[ Door opens, slams ] Morning, boss.

Oh.

Right.

Thanks.

So you've been at it all night?

GRAHAM: More or less.

W-What you trying to say?

I mean...

I don't know.

You got any ideas?

PARKER: [ Sighs ] Well, I mean, there's this wonderful quote by... Oh, that's -- It's cold, mate.

Off you Trotsky.

[ Door slams ] QUENTINA: In 2003, I was arrested in Harare, interrogated, and beaten up.

Then I was released.

Then I was arrested and beaten up again.

They told me I had 72 hours to leave the country.

So I was smuggled out by the missionaries.

Quentina...the judge already knows all this.

It's terrible, but it's not relevant.

I came to England on a student visa.

And he will say, "And did you always intend to illegally outstay the visa?"

And I will say, "Yes.

I intended to throw myself at the mercy of the British state."

And he will say, "How have you been supporting yourself -since being refused asylum?"

-I will say, "By working."

-"By working illegally."

-Yes.

I wanted to give something back to England.

So instead of collecting my £43-a-week allowance, I-I-I worked.

I paid my way.

[ Exhales sharply ] I don't understand why your law would discourage that.

That isn't relevant.

He will ignore that, and he will say that you came here with the intention of staying illegally and you did so on the pretext that you were fleeing from persecution.

But it wasn't a pretext.

Don't contradict him.

It'll piss him off.

He doesn't need to like me.

He does, Quentina.

He really does.

In fact, I'd say that's your only chance.

[ Scoffs ] Well, that is a problem.

Because there's only one person I know who thinks I'm likable.

[ Indistinct talking ] [ Cellphone ringing ] Quentina?

Quentina?

Where are you?

I don't know why you had to drag me all the way here from Karachi for these.

They just seem like, um, some foolishness.

AHMED: I hardly dragged you here, Ammi.

They love it 'round here.

All that fussing and running around.

It's that great British middle-class battle cry.

"Something must be done."

[ Laughs ] Especially if it might have an effect on property prices.

Those are our neighbors and customers you're talking rubbish about.

I don't know, Ahmed.

This is a rare example of dear Usman being right about something.

Nobody's going to be marrying him for his brains, that's for sure.

Gurhyaa.

Will you do me a favor?

Will you ask your mother to put some sugar in this for me, gurhyaa?

I think she's trying to poison me.

[ Indistinct conversations ] Run, run, run.

Quickly, quickly.

PETUNIA: [ Coughing ] [ Indistinct talking on TV ] [ Door hinges creak ] I think you should come up now.

PETUNIA: [ Breathing raspily ] [ Knocking on door ] MILL: I'm starting to think this second wave of crimes is being done by somebody new, somebody separate from the person who posted the cards.

MARY: A copycat?

If you like.

But I hope this is reassuring.

We are closing in on the perpetrator.

Make no mistake.

The, uh, the traffic warden.

The African lady.

You thought that she'd done it, but she wasn't guilty of anything.

Oh, she was guilty of a lot of things but not the postal campaign.

So it works like a curse.

I'm sorry?

Um, the, uh, the postcards.

Uh, they work like a bad-luck charm.

First the traffic warden, then Mum.

Your mum?

Mrs. Howe?

Why, what's happened to her?

She died.

Didn't I tell you?

No, I don't think you did.

Last night.

Well, um, early this morning, to be precise.

You don't want to be hearing this stuff now.

MARY: She was the last of her kind.

She lived here nearly all her adult life.

She got -- She got married when she was 21 and never left.

Can you imagine?

Staying in the same place for over 60 years?

-[ Beep ] -WOMAN: Arms up, please.

[ Scanner warbles ] MAN: Passport, please?

MASHINKO: I tried to see a different lawyer at the Law Centre.

I waited all morning, but then I had to get back to work.

But she rang me.

She's coming to see you.

Don't rock the boat, Mashinko.

Please.

I know you are trying to help, but you'll make things worse.

-By standing up for you?

-Yes.

By standing up for me.

-Now, you listen to me, my love.

-Of course.

Let me just get my pad to take notes.

This isn't going to help me.

I just need you to listen to me.

[ Sighs ] I am Quentina Mfeski.

BSc, MSc, Political Science, the University of Zimbabwe.

I know.

You told me you had a degree.

Are you going to let me finish talking?

I like to listen to Mokoomba, Beyonce, and I still love Brenda Fassie.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because I want you to know this about me.

And because when you think of me, I...

...I don't want you to think of just Quentina the traffic warden or...Quentina the detainee.

Because... [ Sighs ] [ Sniffles ] Because I don't want you to visit me again.

You feel an obligation because we went on two dates, and I want to release you from that obligation.

MASHINKO: "Obligation"?

You really don't understand... how lonely I was.

I had the church and the job and nothing else.

And then I had you, and you were kind.

You were kind and lovely.

And I'm here.

REVEREND: Beloved wife of Albert, proud mother of Mary, and devoted grandmother of Graham.

I knew Petunia as a regular member of our congregation.

But, over the last few days, I feel I have got to know her a little better.

She moved into 84 Pepys Road over 60 years ago, as a new bride.

And although she saw many changes over the years, she remained a well-known and well-loved member of the community.

Over the last months of her life, she received, like all of those on Pepys Road, a series of postcards on which the sentence "We Want What You Have" was written.

Now this campaign, intended perhaps to intimidate or amuse, was met by Petunia with her usual good humor and stoicism.

But I think the pranksters who sent these postcards were saying more than they knew when they posted the postcards through Petunia's door.

Because a life lived with patience, a life lived with fortitude, a life lived with humility and good humor, always a kind word for the neighbors, always a kind word for newcomers from whatever race.

Well...

I think it's fair to say, on reflection, that we should all want a little of what Petunia had.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Right.

Thank you.

You're the artist, right?

What?

Your grandma had your school paintings all over her wall.

[ Chuckles softly ] Right, yeah.

Right.

MILL: When I went to see her about the postcards.

I'm the police officer investigating.

Oh, okay.

How you getting on with that?

Well, it's funny you should ask me that because, uh, you've solved a little mystery for me today.

I'm sorry?

I have?

You appear in one of the photographs of your grandmother's house at the front door.

-I was wondering who you were.

-Me?

Are you sure?

The latest set, for sure.

-When were they taken?

-I don't know exactly, but they were posted on the website this week, so I'm guessing fairly recently.

So, why the sudden escalation?

MILL: Your guess is as good as mine at this point.

But we will find out.

Don't worry on that score.

I wasn't.

MATYA: [ Sighs ] Oh, uh, don't worry.

You look after the boys.

It does me good to do this once in a blue moon.

Thank you.

[ Hums, giggles ] -Matya?

-Yep?

Uh, you do know, don't you, that if you ever wanted to bring a friend here, we wouldn't mind?

[ Chuckles softly ] That's kind.

Thank you.

One more.

Friend.

Boyfriend.

Whatever.

[ Chuckles ] Thank you.

I don't have a boyfriend at the moment.

ROGER: Right.

♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round ♪ ♪ Round and round ♪ ALL: ♪ Round and round ♪ ♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round ♪ ♪ All day long ♪ I hate to interrupt this heartwarming/nauseating scene, but has anyone seen my mobile?

MATYA: Okay.

Here we go.

Bogdan, darling, it's Arabella.

How busy are you at the moment?

Come on, come on.

We don't have all day.

Come on.

Hurry up.

[ Sighs ] Bogdan, darling, five seconds.

Literally five seconds.

Come in.

Wait in the dining room.

MATYA: Matya is coming!

Where are -- Oh!

CONRAD: Hello.

MATYA: Where are you?

Oh!

I see you!

-CONRAD: [ Squeals ] -MATYA: Oh!

You are so mine!

You're it!

[ Panting ] This was a game.

I know.

I'm here to see Mrs. Yount.

Joshy didn't do a poo today.

I did.

[ Door opens ] Oh, mi dispiace, Bogdan.

I'm so sorry.

I'm racked with guilt.

Listen, come with me.

Can I show you my little thingies?

I wanted to change the white to one of those Swedish types.

Two sugars, by the way.

Pardon?

When I'm working here, I like two sugars in my tea.

Like the British builders.

MATYA: I don't make tea for workmen.

I look after the children.

It was a joke.

Sorry.

So, where you from?

The Ukraine?

Czech Republic?

Hungary.

Ah, like the song.

MATYA: What song?

-BOGDAN: "Budapest."

-I'm from Kecskemét.

There isn't a song about that.

-Your turn to guess.

-Oh, I don't need to.

Arrogant.

Bad with children.

Builder.

Polish.

Will you tell Arabella I will call her with the exact quote?

I'm sure you can tell her yourself.

If that is not beneath you as a Pole and a man.

Joshua!

Conrad!

Wash your hands for food, darlings!

Come on!

[ Speaking Polish ] [ Grunts ] [ Speaking Polish ] [ Speaking Polish ] [ Sighs ] [ Computer beeping ] No.

[ Keyboard clacking ] No, no, no.

What?

[ Alarm clock beeping ] They all stack up in order of delivery.

I know how to stack newspapers, Rohinka.

Dadi jaan?

Ah!

Here she is, my little gurhyaa.

Nice sweet tea for Dadi jaan.

Hmm?

Are those boys' pajamas you're wearing?

You're funny, Dadi jaan.

You shouldn't be up so early.

You won't be top of the class if you don't get enough sleep.

That's what I'm always telling her.

Well, she doesn't seem to take much notice of you.

Mmm!

Very good, Fatima.

Not perfect, but... -[ Door banging ] -[ Screaming ] Police!

Stay where you are!

[ Screaming continues ] [ Banging ] [ Door bangs open ] Armed police!

[ Indistinct shouting ] On the floor now!

Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your head!

Get down!

-[ Whimpers ] -Let's go and find your mommy.

AHMED: Where are my -- Where are my wife and kids?!

Where are my wife and kids?!

USMAN: What are you doing?!

What are you doing, man?!

Get off!

Get off me!

-[ Door bangs open ] -OFFICER: Lay!

Lay still!

-Stay where you are!

-Show me your hands!

On the floor now!

[ Helicopter blades whirring, indistinct shouting ] -Get down on the ground!

-We will not get down.

Will you get down on the ground, Mum?!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

[ Speaking Urdu ] You.

You.

Yes, I'm talking to you!

AHMED: Will you just get down, Mum?!

I won't get down.

You will have to shoot me, young man.

-Get down on the ground!

-Mum, will you just get down?!

Is that what you're ready to do?

Are you ready to shoot me and then go home and tell your mother this is what you did?

-SHAHID: What are you doing?

-OFFICER: Be quiet!

-Give me your hand.

-[ Zip tie ratchets ] [ Police radio chatter ] I haven't done anything!

Tell us about your friend.

Tell us about Iqbal.

He wasn't a friend.

You in the habit of offering your flat to strangers?

He wasn't a stranger.

DUNNE: So he was a friend.

SHAHID: Friend isn't the opposite of stranger.

There are plenty of stops in between.

He was a Muslim, like you.

He was a Muslim.

But not like me.

I want to speak to the supervising officer!

Yes, anybody -- [ Door closes ] AMIR: You first met him at a Stop the War demonstration.

On the way to a Stop the War demonstration.

AMIR: Where you were doing what?

SHAHID: Trying to stop the war?

AMIR: And what else?

Meet pretty girls holding banners.

I was 14.

No, no!

I want to know, on what basis are you holding him back?

Is there any law and order in this country or no?

AMIR: And you saw each other at your mosque every week.

I saw him there once.

One time.

AMIR: And you asked him to come and stay with you?

Even though you barely knew him and he wasn't your friend.

He invited himself.

When did he introduce you to the radical boys?

What radical boys?

Where were you going to get the Semtex?

What Semtex?

[ Exhales sharply ] [ Shouts ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Morning, Roger.

You know Eva, Head of HR?

Yes.

Hello, Eva.

Roger, we seem to have a little problem.

When I say "we," I mean Pinker Lloyd.

What do you know of the fact that your deputy has been practicing criminal embezzlement under your nose?

What are you talking about?

Mark?

He ended up £30 million down.

At this very moment, a team of traders is unraveling his remaining positions.

As of 6:00 this morning, he is in police custody, charged with fraud.

[ Exhales sharply ] The little shit.

You can't buy character, can you?

£30 million?

Fraud committed right under his boss's nose.

Oh, y-you can't hold me responsible for someone else's morality.

He claimed it was a desperate attempt to prove himself in the face of your blocking him at every turn.

You can't seriously be attempting to lay the blame at my door for the rantings of a criminal?

Your role in this constitutes gross negligence.

You are dismissed immediately, for cause.

-Oh, you're joking!

-LOTHAR: You have 15 minutes to empty your desk and leave the building.

This is bullshit!

This is bullshit!

-Even by your standards, Lothar!

-15 minutes.

Do you actually know what any of our traders really do?

Hmm?

In the pit?

Can you tell me?

-Goodbye.

-ROGER: You can't, can you?

LOTHAR: I don't need to.

You do.

That's your job.

All these maths nerds sit watching their computers trade to the design of their algorithms, and neither you, nor me, nor anyone over the age of 30 has any clue what they're supposed to be doing!

So, how the hell are we supposed to understand what they're doing when we have no clue what it is in the first place?!

An interesting line of defense.

ROGER: You'll be hearing from my lawyers.

The details are in the envelope.

[ Conversations stop ] Thank you.

I can't remember your name.

Clinton.

Clinton.

Of course.

Worked together for... Five years.

Yes.

Thank you, Jessica.

MILL: And when was this delivered?

Yesterday morning.

MILL: Try not to worry.

I think we're getting close to the perpetrator now.

The postcards, you told us not to worry.

The website, you told us not to worry.

-Rohinka.

He's doing his best.

-DVDs.

Photos of our children.

That what you call doing your best?

AHMED: She's upset.

We're all upset.

Shahid being arrested.

Ah, here he is.

The British policeman.

Can you look into my eyes and tell me that you think my son is a terrorist?

I'm not part of that investigation, I'm afraid.

What investigation is it that you're part of, then?

Because you're getting nowhere at all trying to find out who's doing their business in jiffy bags and posting it to the good people of Pepys Road.

I'm aware of the distress this is causing.

I wouldn't be here if -- If the police have got the time and money to arrest a boy who has done nothing wrong, then why don't they have the time and money -to solve this campaign, huh?

-With all due respect... MRS. KAMAL: I never trust a man who starts his sentence "With all due respect."

It means they're about to patronize you.

Now I'm going to lie down.

I'm so tired.

Allah jaane, I might even get some sleep on that dreadful mattress.

The mattress is brand-new, Ammi.

That's what the salesman told you, did he?

Quite a character.

Don't pretend you're on our side, D.I.

Mill.

AHMED: Thank you.

Did you really need to say that?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

So Iqbal the mad Belgian was using my wireless broadband.

You know when he came to stay with me.

Look at the dates.

You won't find a single jihadi site anywhere on the records before Iqbal came to stay.

It's not that hard to work out, is it?

Two and two, meet four.

That's very funny.

Was it funny when you burned the British flag at the antiwar demonstration?

I didn't burn a flag.

Iqbal burned a flag.

I was there.

That's all.

Have you arrested everybody in that photo?

Tell us again about how you and Iqbal first met at the Stop the War demonstration.

On the way to a Stop the War demonstration.

How many times?

On the way.

ROGER: Arabella?

Uh, I'm on my way home, and I've got something to tell you.

I'll need you to stay calm.

You've always been very good in a crisis.

I know that.

And I'm counting on you being good now.

And calm.

What are we going to do?!

What are we going to do?!

I don't know.

I have no idea.

[ Sobbing ] What are we going to do?

[ Sniffles ] Well, for a start, we're going to have to cut back on expenditure everywhere.

Gym membership.

Lunches out.

Do not make a list right now, Roger!

Endless refurbishment.

State schools.

Primary at least.

Have you gone out of your mind?!

-[ Door opens, closes ] -[ Whispering ] For God's sake.

Will you try and keep your voice down?

Don't tell me how to... Hello.

ARABELLA: Oh, hello, darling!

CONRAD: Why are you crying?

Oh, I'm all right, darling.

[ Smooches ] Conrad?

Let's go and play with dinosaurs.

-A-Actually, uh, Matya?

-Yeah?

Uh, if you don't mind, would you take the boys out for tea?

Pizza.

Burger.

A treat, if you like.

-Just for an hour or so.

-Okay.

Boys, guess what.

We're going out again.

What a great day!

But make sure you get a receipt, Matya!

Otherwise, he'll make a list!

[ Door closes ] Do you know why I married you, Arabella?

Surprise me.

You had a gift for making life look easy.

At least you remember why you married me.

Stop wriggling, Joshy.

That's a good boy.

Why was Mummy crying?

Did she want to come?

I'll go back and ask her.

No, Conrad.

I think Mummy and Daddy want to talk.

-But I want to.

-MATYA: No.

Do you need any help?

-No.

-BOGDAN: Okay, okay.

I don't think it's a good time for you to call.

Okay.

Thank you.

It's a bit...tense.

CONRAD: I'm cold.

Borrow my builder's gloves.

They'll keep you warm.

[ Slowly ] Rekawiczki.

-Re-ka-wicz-ki.

-[ Chuckles ] I did something right, huh?

Maybe we should celebrate.

We were going for a pizza.

-CONRAD: Re-ka-wicz-ki.

-BOGDAN: [ Chuckles ] Except I left my purse in the house.

The "tense" house?

CONRAD: Are we going back for Mummy?

[ Sighs ] No, I...don't know.

-Do you like picnics?

-Yeah!

BOGDAN: Let's go.

MATYA: So, your name isn't "Bogdan"?

BOGDAN: It's Zbigniew.

"Bogdan" is Mrs. Yount's joke.

"Bogdan the builder."

It's not so funny.

No.

But if I'm being paid to rip out your shower and replace it every six months, I would laugh at all your jokes, believe me.

CONRAD: ...bad chicken.

I love bad chicken.

JOSHUA: I love bad chicken!

-[ Chuckles ] -What does he mean?

That's what Arabella calls it.

They only normally eat organic.

And you know what comes after bad chicken?

No.

Bad ice cream!

MATYA: But what do we have to do first?

-Wipe your hands!

-Wipe our hands!

Else Zbigniew won't be getting you any ice cream at all.

Who is Zbigniew?

[ Chuckles ] That's Bogdan's real name.

It's Zbigniew.

JOSHUA: [ Babbles ] -MATYA: Do you like it?

-CONRAD: Yes.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -MATYA: Me too.

Conrad, go and get changed.

[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Sighs ] AHMED: Shahid's a good boy.

I know.

And he wouldn't have done anything wrong.

Of course he wouldn't.

But he was young.

He might not have known he was doing something wrong.

You trying to say you think he's a terrorist?

ROHINKA: No.

I'm saying that a teenage boy showing off might do something or say something online -that the police or -- -AHMED: He's a good boy.

He's got a good heart.

[ Keys jingling, door hinges creak ] Someone new to see you today.

It's not José Mourinho... in case you were wondering.

[ Door opens ] Hello.

I'm Detective Inspector Mill.

Came to the shop, didn't you?

About the cards and stuff.

Then you headed up the meeting at the church.

I went to that.

MILL: Yeah, "We Want What You Have."

[ Sighs ] What do you suppose that means?

I don't know.

Depends who is saying it, I suppose.

What if it was you?

What if it was you that was saying it?

[ Scoffs ] You haven't turned the machine on.

[ Sighs ] You know, the problem with this job, it isn't just that all your friends think you're a fascist wanker or that all your colleagues think you're a liberal wanker.

No, it's the routine.

The drudgery.

And then something comes along that speeds everything up -- -like this case, for instance.

-You still haven't turned it on.

So your mate Iqbal was being monitored by the security forces, and he was using your IP address to access some very worrying sites.

And so, suddenly, money is no object.

The resources and the permission needed to look at somebody's Internet records is no problem anymore.

No problem at all.

What we found out was this -- that all the initial traffic setting up that blog, "We Want What You Have," came... from your IP address.

-What?

-MILL: Yep.

Came from your IP address.

Not your laptop or your phone, but, still, who's to say you haven't got a-a tablet or a phone stashed somewhere?

You've got no evidence for the terrorist stuff, so you are just finding a case that's happening and throwing it at me.

I tell you what.

If you're so sure about all this... then you'd be recording it.

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