Sister Beech:
This here is mead. It's one of the pleasures of our island. A brew of honey, herbs... and whatnot.
Edward Malus:
[sniffing it]
Thanks.
[taking a sip]
Edward Malus:
Yeah.
[taking another long gulp]
Edward Malus:
I think you ought to know...
[pounding the bartop with his badge to get everyone's attention]
Edward Malus:
I think you all should know that I'm here on business. This is official police business, and I want to speak to each one of you at some point.
Sister Beech:
Official California business, is it? Because... this is Washington.
Edward Malus:
I'm aware of that.
Sister Beech:
Then fine.
Edward Malus:
No, Mrs. Beech, it is not fine. It is anything but fine when a person is lost. Especially a child.
[as a bee lands on the bartop, he smushes it with his stein]
Sister Beech:
Now, why would you go and do a thing like that?
Edward Malus:
Sorry, I'm allergic.
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