Excuse me, are you Professor Crawley? Who wants to know?

58, Ms. Brantley, liquor store theft? Uh, ma'am, over here.

Basically, Lewis Ranieri's mortgage bonds were amazingly profitable for the big banks.

Officers Grizzoli, Fangmeyer, Delgato. Your team take missing mammals from the Rainforest District.

Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the Lemurian Star and he was contacted by email and paid by wire transfer.

Yeah. Hello. Um, Ms. Brantley. Okay, good news. Prosecutor's willing to play ball probation, one year.

You should meet my friend Thackery. He's nearly as mad as you. Won't you join us for some tea?

It's a field cricket. Yes! No, no, wait. Dr. Crawley, are you sure?

But he's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star. So was Jasper Sitwell.

Let me show you something. See that? That's a Crawley's dung beetle.

Really, Huckleberry? You want to play with me right now? No. Cause you've done quite enough, haven't you?

Is that a hint? Because we love you, Dr. Connelly, but we don't want you to be our child.

And at times it can feel like you're on a Monopoly board, with Coventry Street, Trafalgar Square and Piccadilly Circus all close by.

Feel better, Huckleberry? I'm just like you now. Yeah, we're exactly the same.

No. Have you ever shopped at the store? At Salvatori's? No, ma'am. I have, a few times. Why?

Young man, I've been studying insects since I was eight years old. You know what they used to call me in school? Creepy Crawley.

Wall Street took a good idea, Lewis Ranieri's mortgage bond, and turned it into an atomic bomb of fraud and stupidity that's on its way to decimating the world economy.

Good morning, I'm Faustine Rhee. A parent's worst nightmare comes true this morning for David Kim. In a shocking and thoroughly mind-boggling conclusion to a story that's captivated the Bay Area, Margot Kim, missing now for five days, has just been tragically declared dead.