Duration: 33.6s

Me. Linda asked who hired me. Well, who hired you? I do not know. An envelope of cash showed up at my apartment yesterday with a news clippin' of Thrombey's death. An envelope? That worked? - An envelope of cash. - Hmm. So somebody suspects foul play and goes through this ha cha dance of hiring me, of staying anonymous. It makes no damn sense. Compels me, though.