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A phone call comes from "Sunny Davis".

Friday March 22nd., 1996. 6:30pm.

Hello... (international pips)...uh...hello?

Is that Grey?

I beg your pardon?

Is that Murray Grey?

I'm sorry. Murray Grey is...uh...dead.

Dead? that Dr Ken?


Dr Ken.

No, this is Sunny Davis; calling from Germany.

Do you know Dr Ken?

No, I don't know a Dr Ken. I want to speak to Murray Grey.

Murray Grey is dead.

Oh my God! I was speaking to him only three weeks ago. How did he die?

He was hit by a bus.

A what?

A bus.

A what?

A bus. Up in Sydney. Apparently he was celebrating; we aren't too sure but we think he must have won a lottery. He was acting like he had, or was going to have, a lot of money.

Do you think Dr Ken killed him?

I beg your pardon?

Do you think Dr Ken killed him?

Does Dr Ken drive a bus?

Who is this Dr Ken?

There was a message on Mr Grey's fax machine when we entered his office. It was from a Dr Ken. We sent him notification of Mr Grey's death.

Can I speak to his wife?

You've rung his work number; his wife isn't here.

May I have his home number please?

Don't you know it?

It's in my diary; I don't have it with me.

I'm sorry. It is not right for me to give out the private number; especially when Mrs Grey is in mourning. Do you know her name?

What do you mean?

Do you know Mrs Grey's name?

This is unbelievable. I was speaking with him only three weeks ago. I have spoken to his wife at their home. I would like to give her my condolences.

I'm sorry. It would be improper of me to give out the private number.

What is your name?


How do you spell it?


Okay, thank you. Good bye.

I'll pass on your thoughts to Mrs Grey. Good-bye.

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