 The body's gone. Mitchell helped me dig a hole, bury the money, and cover it up again. Then... That is fine, Phyllis. Sorry. Light a cigarette for me, Mitchell. My hands are dirty. Mike Hassler is alive. Mike Hassler is not dead. No, no, no, no. The police are now convinced beyond any doubt that... It's the car radio again. I shut it off and dismissed it to my mind. Faulty wiring. We left for home the following morning.