 Guy gets a phonograph record with music from a certain opera and then gets killed by the same weapon. What kind of a kid? You know that record was homemade? Huh? Yes, you could tell. Oh, I don't mean the singing part, the music, but it must have been a re-recording. Someone must have taken the regular commercial record and copied it. You know, it'd take a pretty fancy machine to do that on, wouldn't it? That's what I mean, George. A big console job with its own microphone and all kinds of stuff. Like that one right over there. Hey. Mind if I take a look? I brought the record along. Hey, wait a minute, Riley. Huh?