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Michael, you were there.
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You were with him.
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Did he suffer?
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Sweetheart.
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Are you sure?
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You see, I've arranged my son's funeral for next Thursday,
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and I've been told to cancel it
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because I haven't got Alan Maxfield's permission.
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It's Angela, isn't it?
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Well, that's my problem, Angela,
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I need your boss's permission to bury my son.
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That's my problem.