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Hello, Matt. Hi, Alice. Interesting outfit today. How'd you mean?

Well, the Trilby hat, the Mac, those glasses with the nose and the mustache. Yeah, you don't usually wear that.

No, but we're doing spicops. I'm just trying to get in the zone. It's a podcast, and I can see you. Oh, God.

I thought we did a video. This cost 500 quid.

Did you keep the receipt? No, but it's straight away. I don't want to leave a paper trail.

January 2010, the South Downs.

Mark Kennedy guns the engine as his motorbike raws along the country lane.

I see hedge rows race past him on either side. He leans the bike into the fast approaching corner.

He knows he's at the bike's limit, but he needs to feel alive.

It's been two months since he was pulled from his posting in Nottingham.

He spent the last month staring vacantly out of a sealed window with an airless office.

He's not sure how much longer he can take it.

As he rounds another corner, chalk cliffs come into view.

He brings the bike to a stop and takes in his surroundings.

For a moment, he breathes the cool, clear air.

He removes his helmet and fixes a few loose strands in his ponytail.

He sends a classic midlife crisis, motorbike, ponytail.

If he's got his ear pierced, the man's having a breakdown.

He's given back all of his identity documents, but letting go of Mark's stone hasn't been so easy.

Amy thinks he's had a nervous breakdown, the preferred reason for leaving undercover work.

In truth, it feels like he's on the verge of one.

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