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(CW Of gulls)

In 100 meters, tum left.

Turn left now.

Tum left and continue for 100 meters.

♪ Let me disappear

Continue straight for 100 meters.

Your destination is in 100 meters.

Hey!

Hey. (Chuckles)

How do I get over to you'?

I don't know. Um, swim'?

Yeah. Absolutely.

I'll come...

- I'll go around to you. - All right. Yeah.

_ ~ Hi!

- Come this way. - (Laughs)

Come on.

♪ Disappear

- (Laughs) - Yes.

Whoa!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Let me show you something.

- Step out here. - OK.

Open your eyes in three, two, one.

Did you rent this place?

No.

I was thinking of buying it.

It's nice, isn't it'?

So are you staying?

You're not going back to your tropical paradise?

That's up to you.

I don't think you should go back just yet.

- No'? - No.

♪ Is this what love looks like'?

♪ It is breaking down

♪ Turns on itself

♪ Melts the flesh

♪ From the bone

♪ Oceans empty drop by drop by drop

♪ No shock and awe

♪ Slow and steady

♪ She goes

♪ No Jesus, no wrecking ball

(Bells ringing)

(CW Of gulls)

Lucy.

Hi there. Can I help you'?

- Oh. - I'm Lucy's replacement.

Replacement? Where did she go'?

No idea, I'm afraid.

Sorry. Er, gone for how long?

For good, I was told.

Can I get you anything'?

- You're Mr... - Dunbar.

I'm so sorry, Mr Dunbar.

VINCENT: Morning, everyone. OTHERS: Morning.

We are basking in the warm afterglow

of the sinking of Fitz's ship.

Our inquiry was becoming an object of ridicule.

Well, they're not laughing now.

Fitz fell on his sword, or,

cos I don't see him as a man to selflessly sacrifice himself,

was pushed onto his sword to protect McGrath.

That's the only possible conclusion.

Thanks, Ray. Good to have you on board.

There must be so much more to hide.

Back to work, my lovelies.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Oh. This is nothing. He invited us over for...

Tell me about your little pal Ray Lamont.

You keep him out of this.

Oh, I can keep him out of it... if you cooperate.

(Engine revs, siren wails)

(Shutter clicking)

MEG: This is our man...Gerry Wade.

He's the guy who dispatched the guards who arrested Ray.

- What division is he in'? - Fraud.

So a superintendent from the fraud squad

had two ordinary guards from the pom

schlep across town and fit up Ray.

- Why'? - Doing someone a favour.

Richard Dunbar, perhaps.

I've been following him.

Nothing yet, but I'll keep on it.

Meg, I'm not sure that I have the budget.

It's on me.

Well, Richard Dunbar, actually.

He's given me a retainer.

(Laughs) Well, that's perfect.

Thanks.

(Hinges squeak)

Lucy?

(Mobile rings and vibrates)

Hey.

Eric'? Have you found anything?

That York met your father'?

Lucy's gone.

What? What do you mean, she's gone'?

All her stuffs gone.

I asked her to find the visitors' log

and she just disappeared.

Nobody disappears.

Where are you'?

At her flat.

(Phone buzzes)

Uh, I'm just going to drop out for a minute.

VINCENT: Sure.

- What do you want'? - I need to talk to you.

- OK. Talk. Quickly. - OK.

You're not getting it, Steve. I have a job.

Listen. There's some serious shit going on.

- (Mobile rings) - Uppers day, is it'?

Hello. Can you give me a minute, please?

I just tried to warn you. What the fuck'?

- Steve, sorry. - Save it.

Hello'?

(Mobile rings)

- Hi. LUCY: Eric?

I'm so sorry. It all happened in such a rush.

- What happened in a rush'? - The job.

(Doors open)

I applied months ago. I thought it was gone.

And... And then bang... Klinsman and Pfeiffer.

- It's New York. - Right.

Come on. You can visit.

Uh...

Yeah, I got to say, Lucy, I'm a bit confused,

because...l thought we were onto something.

I thought we had a good thing

and the next minute you just up and disappear.

I'm sorry.

It was fun, but was it ever really that serious?

- Really? ' (Door opens)

Eric?

Call you back.

Hey, Eric.

What's wrong'? ls there trouble?

What's all this'?

This is my new office.

Dad didn't tell you, did he'?

He asked me to help him out with something.

I need to head out and meet them, actually.

(Chuckles) Don't get jealous.

If you like it that much, we can swap.

(Whistling)

Ray, don't you think you should

put that infernal contraption down'?

We have work to do.

And print, and we have McGrath.

McGratHs kids, three years ago, posted on social media.

You're showing me holiday snaps.

Aw, come on, Vinnie. Keep up.

Same winch, same gimbal and compass,

same yacht.

Minister McGratHs family holidaying on Fitzjames' yacht

six months after he awarded Fitzjames the hospital contract.

"I never had any dealings,

business or social, with Mr Fitzjames

before or after his bidding for the hospital contract."

- Verbatim. - Naturally.

Doubtless there are other favours,

favours we're going to find.

These people are so sloppy.

Bookworm, dig out McGratHs financial disclosures for me.

RAY: Do we have them'?

TDs have to publish their financial affairs every year.

Do they? Sounds interesting.

McGratHs weren't... at first sight.

Here we are.

(Mobile chimes)

(Mobile ringing)

I didn't sign up for a nuisance-call service.

SAM". Why don't you try being nice?

It might just work.

Oh, I doubt that. What do you want'?

Well, I've been thinking more about sticking around

like we talked about, but on two conditions.

First, you acknowledge

that we aren't actually cheating on anyone,

particularly he who must not be named,

and second, that you agree to a tryst.

- A tryst'? - A night away.

Totally discreet, watertight, you and me.

OK.

Yeah'? (Chuckles)

- Yes. - OK.

Well, I'll set something up for next week.

OK. Bye.

CONRAD: Tara'?

- Can we have a minute'? - (Phone ringing)

GEORGE: Hello. George Cusack.

Yes. Actually, she's... expected later.

I'll tell her. Of course.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

You know why I'm here.

I want to apologise.

Humbly.

You told me the woman was dead.

You lied.

As you've already experienced,

over which my heart broke for you,

life can be complicated.

People in longstanding relationships

frequently drift apart. You need to consider...

I'm not a jury, Judge Rafferty.

I know there is one simple truth

tucked into your silken hyperbole.

You're hurting my mother.

Yes.

I'm sorry and ashamed about that.

I will make it right.

I promise you.

Does Mum know'?

I don't think so.

If you're looking for a confirmation

that I'm not gonna say anything toner, you're not gonna get it.

(Door closes)

GEORGE: Vincent has been calling,

and Meg came through with...

That was clearly pretty heavy with your dad.

You can trust me. I'm a solicitor.

My father is having an affair.

Do I tell my mother?

Anybody who says there's a simple answer to that

is emotionally stunted.

What would you prefer if you were Irene'?

Would you want to be told or not to be told'?

I'm not Irene.

You're the nearest living thing to Irene.

There's a thought.

It's a realisation we all have to come to with our mothers.

Well'?

I'd want to be told.

(Phone ringing)

(indistinct speech)

(Keys clacking)

Sarah, do you happen to have the visitors' log'?

- You mean this one'? - The old ones.

Yeah.

Oh, that's strange. They're not here, Mr Dunbar.

What about the meeting-room records?

Yeah.

I'll bring them back.

McGratns financial disclosures include nothing of significance:

shares in a bank, nice family home.

However, sins of omission.

Before the bidding for the hospital and...after.

Spot the difference.

Crystal Palace.

JOE: 62 square meters of conservatory

and extension to house on two levels.

I had a builder look into it. 150,000 euros' worth, minimum.

And there may be more work inside.

How'd he afford that'?

For a government minister.

And at 62 square meters, you'd need planning permission.

We're on it.

Meinen wunderkinder.

- Actually, it's "meine". - (Mobile rings)

Meme'?

Meine wunderkinder. Nominative is plural.

VINCENT: Are you sure'?

(Joe continues in German)

- Eric'? - You were right. York met Dad.

You found proof.

Meet me at 1:00, the usual place.

Yeah. OK.

Despite your best efforts, there's still a paper trail

showing that, in flagrant breach of all professional obligations,

you met with Timothy York

while also representing your clients McGrath and Fitzjames.

It just says "Mr Dunbar". It could just as easily be you.

I checked. I was in court in Portia-arise.

Judges are generally good alibis.

And golden boy was roasting his nads in the Pacific Islands,

so it kind of looks like you engaged in damage limitation

on behalf of your clients McGrath and Fitzjames.

Was York also a client?

Interesting.

If I met him as a client,

you would be in breach of client confidentiality

should you make this known.

And for you, that would be a getting-struck-off

- son of breach. - Yeah, and you.

And if he was not a client and came in

and I said, "Go away, Mr York, for I cannot help you,"

you would still be in breach of this firm

and the Law Society's rules of confidentiality

were you to make it known that York and I had met.

So on balance, let's say he wasn't a client,

shall we'?

You are skating on very thin ice.

Thin ice'?

Look down, my boy.

There's thin ice... you and your ex-popsy.

I have more than enough evidence

of you and her trading information...

she on the inquiry,

you representing clients giving evidence to that inquiry.

Lots of little tittle-tattle.

Hasn't gone unnoticed, and it's all been logged,

including a call to her a few minutes ago.

Tipping her off about York, were you'?

Now, you understand this, boy.

If and when I choose,

I can have the pair of you crushed...like that.

(Door opens)

Yeah, Dad. I have those...

Whoa. I can feel the love.

(Quietly) I will destroy her.

It's your call.

- (Knock at door) - Excuse me.

Mr Dunbar, Mr McGrath is here.

On my way, Phillip.

Early, as usual.

You want to tell me what that was about?

(Door opens, closes)

No.

- Architects' names. - Builders?

No, but...

The builders were called Samprek Constructions.

I called the architect and asked.

Of course you did. OK.

Get onto the company's registration office website.

Pull everything you can on Samprek and its accounts.

JOE: On it. - I'm onto you, McGrath.

. HG'!- _ H6'!-

What's up'?

Is it Lucy'?

Lucy's fine. She's in the US.

Someone made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

Don't ask.

So you said you found Tim York visited.

Can't discuss it... anything to do with my clients

or Dunbafls clients or the inquiry. Nothing.

Eric, you asked to meet me.

Let's talk about something else.

So you're not gonna help me any more'?

No.

Just when we find out that your father...

Like I said.

For your sake as much as mine, we can't discuss it.

Well, I can.

Tim York visited your father.

Days later, he retired... out of the blue, no explanation.

And I know he had something to do with it.

Eric!

Eric, I know that this is difficult.

I know how torn you must be.

It's not that. It's unethical.

What you're asking for is privileged information.

- Is Big Brother watching? - Little brother.

Just leave it. You don't need me.

Push York's widow. She'll have a record somewhere.

Eric, look. I-l have to tell you this.

Meg phoned your father

from the allotment where York's shed was.

An hour later, everything burnt down.

Proof?

I don't have anything admissible

but I know it's true.

I know that your father is criminally corrupt.

Yeah. You're probably right.

- But you're not gonna help me'? - No.

Eric, are you afraid?

Yes, Tara. I am afraid...for you.

He's dangerous. He knows everyone.

He could have you struck off, possibly charged or worse.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

I couldn't bear it.

Samprek Construction Limited had one transaction

in its one year of trading.

32,000 received from Margaret Collins,

Mrs McGratHs maiden name.

Excellent. Who paid the rest of the bill'?

He couldn't have risked paying cash.

He was a minister.

32K on a 150,000K-plus extension.

What if the Irish Oak consortium footed the bill?

Then it would be taxpayers' money.

Unusual items for a hospital... interior-design consultations,

integrated entertainment systems, under-floor heating.

I think we might just have Phillip McGrath.

It gets better.

Registered address and company secretary of Samprek...

Dunbafis.

RAY: Yep. - (Door opens)

Ah. Tara. The net is finally closing in.

Have you heard'? McGrath is going for the Seanad.

Huh? How the mighty will fall.

Yeah. I'd layoff McGrath for a while.

I want to recall Deirdre York,

ask her if she has any evidence that Tim visited Richard Dunbar.

Good. Make sure her solicitofis present.

Yeah.

Hi, Tara.

We'd like to ask some follow-up questions at the inquiry.

Fine.

It's any professional meetings

your husband might have had with the ex-minister,

any solicitors in the weeks leading up to his retirement,

after his retirement...

...up until his untimely death.

Wouldn't that be privileged information'?

Yeah, and we would be asking you to waive the client privilege

that your husband had.

He signed a confidentiality agreement

when he left the department.

That doesn't apply to you.

(Clock chiming)

We're also looking for details of his severance package.

Could I lose the money'?

I can't give you any guarantees.

Well, then W-why would I...

Deirdre, I know that this is difficult.

I knew that this is a really, really tough choice.

I get it.

But what we're trying to establish here is the truth.

We're trying to find out what pressures he was under.

We want to find out what happened to Tim.

I'll have to think about it.

Yeah.

(Bell tolling)

(Beep, whirring)

(Beep, whirring)

(CW Of gulls)

(Piano music)

(Latch clicks)

(Music continues)

Mum.

Darling, I didn't expect you. This is lovely.

Yeah. I wanted to, um, to call over.

Oh. This is lovely.

Do you... Do you have a minute'?

Of course.

Oh. What a nice surprise.

Um, I didn't realise that you were gonna be in this evening.

Oh. I'll lay another place.

- Sit down. - It's fine. I...

No, no, no, no. Let me take your coat. Here.

That's it.

Great. There.

(He hums)

- Thanks, Mum. - Not at all.

That's everything. Good.

- Thanks. - Now, this is a surprise.

What a surprise.

So, what's the news'?

Any news'?

No.

I heard some news.

Your pal Phillip McGrath is running for the Seanad.

Is he'?

Isn't he...your pal'?

No.

I know him.

I wouldn't call him a pal.

You'd think the fact he's under scrutiny with the inquiry

would make him think twice about running for office.

Apparently not.

This looks delicious.

Beautifully carved.

CONRAD: Mm.

Some people think they are above the law, Teflon.

CONRAD: Darling... - You know...like non-stick.

I understood the analogy.

Darling, Tara is on the inquiry.

It's not entirely easy for me to engage in a conversation

about it.

Why not'?

You're not on the inquiry, are you'?

No.

What I just said is public knowledge.

Well, it is now.

(Conrad chuckles)

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

VINCENT: We are extremely grateful to you

for agreeing to talk to us again.

My pleasure, Mr Pike.

Now, I have some of the things you wanted

here on his old laptop.

"7:OOpm... visit Richard Dunbar."

- May I'? - Yes. Of course.

7IOOpm?

Yes, 7:00 to 8:00 at Grand Canal Dock.

And was there any confirmation

that this visit to Richard Dunbar took place?

Yes.

Tim wrote a letter to Mr Dunbar thanking him for seeing him

and saying he looked forward to their next meeting.

Uh, I don't have a hard copy,

but he saved the letter onto the laptop.

And was there a next meeting?

Yes. I have, um...

He wasn't very well at the time...stress...

and he booked a taxi on our account.

I have it here.

It was a week after the first meeting,

also at Dunbar and Galloway's at Grand Canal Dock.

And then'?

Yes. A third meeting, a week later.

Also on the laptop.

To your knowledge, did your husband know at that time

that the former minister for health

was a longstanding client of Richard Dunbafis'?

Well, no, I don't think so.

And do you know why Timothy chose Dunbafis'?

I remember him saying a few years back,

when his department had taken a real mauling in the courts,

that if ever he needed a solicitor,

it would be Dunbafis, the ones that had mauled him.

He was true to his word.

And do you know why he wanted to see someone?

He needed help.

He was afraid.

I think perhaps he had done something foolish

and it was pushing down on him.

He was...a little weak like that.

There have been rumours in the media. I'm not a hermit.

When you say he may have done something foolish...

I think perhaps he wanted to make sure

there was a little nest egg for me after he was gone.

He kept quiet.

When the weight of what he'd done was too much for him

and he needed advice and protection,

it seems he went to the one man who couldn't offer him either.

I even wonder if he wanted to go public.

Perhaps if Tim had gone to a solicitor

who cared about him and his predicament,

he'd be alive today.

What kind of nest egg'?

A serious golden handshake above his pay grade

four years before he was due to retire.

Tim's terms of severance and the confidentiality agreement.

Thank you, Mrs York.

Listen up, everyone.

A deal like that could only be signed up

at the highest level in the department.

Richard Dunbar violated York's trust.

It's all in there, Bookworm.

Instead of advising a man in need,

he did everything in his power to suppress the truth

and perven the course of justice.

- He is dead meat. - Not forgetting that Samprek,

the company that built McGrath a 150-grand extension for 32K,

- was registered by Dunbars. - Let's prepare for war.

Now we call former Minister McGrath

and...Richard Dunbar.

(Sirens wailing in distance)

Outline of general issues on which we will be questioned...

me regarding meeting Timothy York,

you regarding your social connections with Fitzjames,

which you are on oath denying

and on your ridiculous extension.

Will we be able to weather it'?

I will.

You, probably not.

You'd better come up with a reason why you can't be there.

MEG: Bingo. Inspect away.

Hm.

(Keys clacking)

Conrad, Pike has nothing.

He has enough to squash you.

If I'm going down,

I'll make sure there's plenty of others going down with me.

We have insurance.

(Ringing tone)

WOMAN". (American accent) Hello?

- Hiya. Is that Carolyn'? - Yes.

How are you'? Mr Dunbar here from Dublin.

- Hi there. - How are you doing'?

I'm just ringing to check up on Lucy Whelan, please.

We did everything you asked. She's settling in fine.

- That's very kind of you. - Don't mention it.

And give my regards to your father.

Will do.

Where's Dad'?

- (Door opens) - Ah. Eric.

What a delightful surprise.

ERIC: Carolyn Tacey sends her regards.

You had Lucy removed.

Lucy'? Ah, the girl at the desk.

Yes, I did.

Lucy is a real opera fan. Did you know that'?

She wanted to be near the Met.

That's an opera house, not a baseball team.

She grabbed her opportunity with alacrity.

Really seemed to have nothing to stay here for.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to be grilled

by the estimable Mr Vincent Pike.

I hope he tears you apart.

RICHARD; Eric.

One day you'll learn the meaning of loyalty,

of blood being thicker than water,

of the lengths your father goes to

to make sure that you will be always well taken care of.

(Door closes)

Look at this.

Wade talking to Richard Dunbar with McGrath behind him.

GEORGE: This could have big implications for the inquiry.

We need to get this to Tara straightaway.

OK.

W: An investigation has been launched

into Nigel Fit-games, the CEO of Irish Oak consortium,

relating to an overspend on Minister General...

IRENE: Oh. There's your pal again.

Former Minister Phillip McGrath is also being called...

Irene, I, um...

I booked us into a nice little hotel for our anniversary.

It's our 35th.. coral, apparently.

I wondered if there was something I could give you.

Yes. A judicial separation.

- (Chuckles) - Not a joke. I mean it.

I know things have been a bit off with us recently, but...

It's not negotiable. I have decided.

Irene, let's at least discuss this.

So you can wheedle and try to talk me out of it'?

No. No discussion.

A separation and then a divorce.

Pack your bags and fuck off.

This isn't you, Irene. Has Tara been...

No, Conrad. This is me.

And I want you out...

out of this house, out of my life.

I want a divorce.

What grounds?

Ask Mary Siobhan Andrews.

She's a family-law expert.

Take her to the nice little hotel.

You were never one for wasting money.

Ask her why I have proof of adultery

while you're pleasuring each other.

I'm going out now.

When I return, I want to find no trace of you.

Put your plate in the dishwasher.

OK. So just double-check that we have

all of the files that we need going into it.

W: "which ultimately resulted in an BO-million euro overspend.

If you could give us a few moments, please.

...cardiologist stated

that Mr McGratHs condition

means he cannot be put under any undue stress.

I'm prepared to give evidence today.

But you can't.

I'm willing to resign. Whatever it takes.

You're really willing to walk out on Dunbafis'?

- You walked. - This is different.

This is still an ethical minefield.

You could be struck off for this, Eric.

I appreciate it, but we have enough anyway.

You sure about that'?

I'm standing by if you need me.

Thank you.

What the hell's he doing here'?

Vincent.

Good luck...to both of you.

I'll explain everything later. Come on.

We've got to go through the main points.

We've got Deirdre York, visits to Dunbafis,

the conservatory plans, Samprek.

- Yep. - Time to go.

Yeah.

Letter from a cardiologist. McGrath can't make it.

Well, that's as good as an admission of guilt.

OK. We skip the starter, go straight to the main course.

(Clamour of voices)

VINCENT: Good afternoon! Yes, yes.

We're expecting... It's a very exciting day,

and we're expecting a very healthy outcome.

But you'll all have to wait. Thank you very much.

(Clamour continues)

RICHARD: No comment.

No comment. Excuse me.

- Thank you very much. Thanks. - Mr Dunbar!

(Camera shutters clicking)

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you. It's strictly business.

(indistinct conversations)

Good afternoon, Mr Dunbar...

Misters Dunbar...

and thank you so much for coming at such short notice.

Our pleasure, Mr Pike.

I'll out straight to the chase, then, shall I'?

Could you please tell me what professional dealings you had

with Mr Timothy York,

the head of procurement at the Department of Health,

during the Leinster Hospital tender process?

Precisely none.

But he did visit your offices seeking professional advice

around that time, did he not'?

He did, and I asked him to leave.

He did not engage myself

or any other member of Dunbar and Galloway's as his solicitor.

Is that so'?

A brief one-off encounter?

- Yes. - Hm.

And that was the only interaction

Mr York had with you or your firm'?

Yes.

And this is something you would recall, I presume?

(Chuckles) It is.

I think the question's been answered, Mr Pike.

Unless you have anything else, I suggest we all move on here.

Thank you for your contribution, Mr Dunbar,

but this is my forum, and I am far from done.

You see, your client is being less than forthcoming.

You may be aware that we interviewed Mrs York,

and she proved to be a very convincing and cogent witness.

She provided this inquiry with a number of documents

that demonstrate without doubt

that Mr York, in fact, visited your offices...

- Tricky business. - ..on at least three occasions.

So it took three meetings

to tell Mr York that you could not represent him.

Care to revisit your story, Mr Dunbar?

I shouldn't need to point out

any discussion between Mr York and my client

is protected by client-solicitor privilege.

So you accept he was a client?

I mean were he a client.

I should inform you we have written authority from Mrs York

to take possession of her late husband's file from your firm.

A member of our staff is attending your offices

as we speak.

Let's, er, let's move on, shall we'?

What do you know of a company called Samprek'?

I deal with dozens of companies everyday, Mr Pike.

I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific.

This isn't just any company, Mr Dunbar.

Would it surprise you to hear that at precisely the same time

as the Leinster Hospital was being built,

so too was a generous extension

to Minister McGratHs family home'?

What has this got to do with anything?

Minister McGrath paid but a fraction of the cost

to extend his new home,

and somebody else picked up the balance of the tab.

You see, Mr Dunbar, it turns out

that the bill was paid for by the Irish Oak consortium

and ultimately the Irish taxpayer.

And the vehicle through which all of this was donefiamprek.

This is all very interesting, Mr Pike,

but I'm afraid I don't see what it has to do with me.

It has everything to do with you.

Who do you think was company secretary'?

To what address do you think it's registered?

You set it up.

Vincent.

It's from Meg. Look.

Mr Dunbar, who is Superintendent Gerry Wade'?

I beg your pardon.

I said, who is Superintendent Gerry Wade'?

That question is outside the terms of reference

- of this inquiry. - Oh'?

And how would you know?

- I mention a man's name... - (Mobile vibrates)

...vvith no context.

How could you possibly know

whether he's inside or outside the terms of this inquiry'?

- Shit. - (Phone chimes)

VINCENT: Mr Dunbar, who is Superintendent Wade,

and how are you connected?

(Phones buzzing, chiming, spectators murmuring)

Can we please focus on the matter in hand'?

Your response, please, Mr Dunbar.

TARA: Vincent.

- What is it'? - Look.

Mr Pike...

...I think we're done here.

VINCENT: Let's adjourn for now.

(indistinct conversations)

Vincent, it's your word against theirs.

We can get this back on its feet again.

Perhaps, but not today.

What are you gonna do'?

I'm going to get quite incredibly drunk.

(Sighs)

Thank you, Tara.

Bookvvormshall we'?

(indistinct shouting)

(Clamour of voices and camera shutters clicking)

No. No.

He tried to warn me...Steve.

I'm gonna go and find him.

(Clamour continues)

RICHARD: Gentlemen, gentlemen,

you have no need of any comment from me.

WOMAN: Mr Dunbar! MAN: Mr Dunbar!

A picture speaks a thousand words!

- (Clamour continues) RICHARD: Excuse me.

- Call me. RICHARD: No comment.

No comment.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

(Clamour fades)

That went well.

I heard. Come on.

(indistinct voices on TV)

(Door closes)

Well...the battle is won,

but the war is far from over.

(Wail of a siren)

You and Vincent will bounce back.

Who knows? Maybe you and I will.

Eric, there's something I have to tell you.