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Scene: The cover on the platter is removed by the Harley lookalike, revealing Edwin Atherton (his picture can be found on Wikipedia), naked, gagged, and hog-tied.
Jack Napier: Or Sunday dinner.
Gillian Loeb jumps up.
Gillian Loeb: What the hell is this?
Jack Napier: Don't you recognize your dinner? Detective Edwin Atherton here wouldn't play ball, so I thought I would take care of him for you.
Jack Napier: And you're right. I shouldn't expect this of you.
Jack Napier then pulls out a ball peen hammer and beats Edwin Atherton in the head until he is dead.
Jack Napier: No one likes food that moves.
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