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Please, please, don't...

Don't hurt me.

I don't want to play anymore.

You'll
forfeit the money.

I don't care.

I don't want to die.

Fair enough.

What, I... I can go?

Of course you can.

- But I thought you said...
- It's just a game.

Off you go.

Chop-chop.

No, no, no! Don't! Please!

And that little
piggy went splat!

Bad luck, losers!

"Harry and Fergus,
they're the real heroes.

Found me when no one else could.

If it wasn't for
them, I'd be dead now,

and my little Kylie-Marie would
be an orphan with just her dad."

And, look, there's a nice
photo of the three of us.

The three of us?
Where are you?

That's my hand
there on the glass!

Don't let the fame
get to you. Or you.

Tomorrow we'll be wrapping
up fish and chips.

When was the last time
you bought fish and chips?

You've done amazing,
both of you.

You saved that woman's life
and you caught a killer.

Bloody brilliant! Let
me get you a drink.

June, another round here
for the heroes of the hour.

Uh, lend us 20, will you, Harry?
I'm a bit short this month.

My name's Rita Duffy.

Kayleigh Connor told
me where to find you.

- Oh, you know Kayleigh Connor?
- Well, no.

But I live over in Kimmage

and one of the other mother's
at my daughter's school,

her cousin works in the
hairdressers near the chip shop

where Kayleigh works, so I
asked my friend to ask her

to ask Kayleigh where to come.

I'm gonna have to have a word
with Kayleigh about that.

Oh, don't be annoyed with her.

When she found out she
knew you were the only one

who could help me.

Help you with what?

A year ago, my
husband, Ross, died.

He fell from a
10-story car park.

Look, I don't want
to be rude, but...

- She will anyway.
- Shut up, Glenn!

The guards said it was
suicide, said he jumped.

We were having money troubles,

but he would never have
done something like that.

He wasn't the sort.

And when the guards gave
me back his possessions,

first thing... no note.

Well, that proves
it, doesn't it?

Does it?

Well, if he did... you know...

He would've left
a note explaining.

He was very
thoughtful like that.

Every time he committed suicide?

Thanks.

This is one of those
bodycams that the guards wear

in documentaries, but
Ross didn't have one.

I'd know. So that's
weird for starters.

And then there's this.

Found it in his bedside table.

"Baker, Sheep; Gardener,
Pig; Dentist, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday,
April 29th, at noon."

What's it mean?

I don't know. Ross
was a gardener.

I don't see what
this has to do...

I didn't either,
until this morning.

I was reading the
papers, and I found this.

"Bus Driver, Sheep; Florist,
Pig; Butcher, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday,
April 28th, at noon."

Here, that's three
days from now.

That's a bit interesting, right?

So will you take my case, then?

I am very sorry for
your loss, Mrs. Duffy,

but this isn't what we do.

I've no one else to ask.

Kayleigh was a one-off.

I'm sorry.

The answer is no.

Harry!

I'm sorry, all right?
I'll try and talk to her.

- Has she gone?
- Yeah.

But I think we should
help her. She needs help.

Half the world needs help.

Don't I get a say
in any of this?

No. We're not
Cagney and Lacey.

Who?

You want to know
why I'm shouting at you?

I'm shouting at you because
I've had the deputy commissioner

on the phone shouting at
me for the last 10 minutes.

Any idea why?

Do not interrupt me,
Raymond. I am not done.

And the deputy commissioner
had the commissioner

shouting at him before that.

And do you know what they
were all shouting about?

- My mother.
- How the hell did your mother

find Colin Fountain?

- It was a fluke. It...
- A fluke!

There is a four-page spread
in the bloody newspaper

making us look like a bunch
of incompetent idiots!

She knows obscure plays
that no one else remembers,

but it's not like that's
going to happen again.

It was a one-off.

For your sake, I
bloody well hope so.

Have you considered what
a difficult position

this puts me in?

You think I like this,

having to reprimand
my own husband?

Well...

Do not say something
facetious, Raymond.

Now is not the time.

D.C. says that if they find out

you showed her
confidential files,

you'll be in front of
professional standards.

Career over Charlie,
do you understand?

I do. It won't happen again.

Come on, Viv, you
know as well as I do

that Charlie would never
do something like that.

He has my complete backing.

As touching as that display
of esprit de corps may be,

he goes, you go too.

And how do you think
that'll look for me, huh?

Keep your mother on
a very tight leash.

Harry?

- Harry, are you there?
- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Stupid bell!

Harry, open up! I've
found something!

Ugh. You actually look green.

What are you doing?

Hangover cure.

I don't get hangovers.

Oh, sound, yeah.

Whatever-you've-got cure, then.

You got any Tabasco?

Are you just trying
to torture me?

No. That is just a bonus.

Did a little research
on the Internet

when I got home yesterday.

Looked up the
newspaper's website.

Found the advert from last year.

The baker, gardener,
dentist one.

Oh, no. Not that one. No,
no, I'm so not interested.

You're about to be.

That's from two years ago.

"Chemist, Sheep; Guard,
Pig; Teacher, Rabbit.

Games begin Thursday,
April 30th, at noon."

I went back further, but
there weren't any more.

So?

One on the left is about
the death of Ross Duffy,

and that was written a
few days after he died.

The one on the right,
that was published

on the exact same day
as the one on the left.

Now, this one's about a
man called Trevor Farrelly,

drowned in the Liffey.

Please, would you just get
to the point, or stab me?

Just pick one.

Third paragraph down. Look
what he did for a living!

So he was a dentist.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Three people listed in the ad...

A baker, a gardener,
and a dentist.

Two of them died
on the same day.

In the newspaper two years ago,

when that advert was
chemist, guard, teacher...

Two stories, right?

One about a teacher who was
stabbed in a local park,

and on the same day a chemist

was found hanging from
a tree in the woods.

In the last two years,
three people identified

by their jobs were
listed in an ad,

and every year two people
with matching jobs die

on the same day!

That's not a coincidence.

Yes, you're right,

but what's with the
sheep, pig, rabbit?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- No idea.

But now are we going
to take the case?

Oh, God, listen to you!

Take the case? We're
not private eyes.

Oh, hang about. We
found Kayleigh Connor.

I found Kayleigh Connor.

And I saved your arse!

For which I am
extremely grateful

but we're not starting
a detective agency.

We're not Batman and Robin!

Okay, now, that reference I get.

At least more than
"Candy and Larry."

- Cagney and Lacey.
- All right, whatever.

But come on, Harry,
you've got to admit,

it is interesting, right?

Yeah. But I'm not doing it.

Ohh! I get it, okay?

You can't face it right now.

Drink that. All in one go.

It's easier that way.

If you stop, you'll
never take a second sip.

- Oh!
- Yeah, it's absolutely horrible.

But it works.

I made loads of
those over the years.

10 minutes, you'll
be right as rain.

Call me when you're ready.

Charlie's not home yet.

Oh, I'll wait.

Mmm.

Oh.

Do you know, I'm not sure
how long he's gonna be.

I can always give him a message.

It'll just save
you hanging around.

No rush.

You know, we never seem
to chat these days.

Chat? What about?

I don't know.

Done anything interesting?

Ever?

I think we have rather different
definitions of interesting.

Mm, probably. Hmm.

Oh! How's work?

You've never asked
me about work before.

- Do you even know what I do?
- Course I do!

You're a person that does
that thing people need.

I'm a senior actuarial analyst.

I mean, of course I knew that.

Must be fascinating.

It is actually, yeah.

So I work with insurance
companies to assess risk

using mathematical and
statistical analysis...

Which reminds me, is
my granddaughter home?

Sorry, no, it's Tuesday,
so Tuesdays is gymnastics.

She won't be back till later.
How did that remind you of Lola?

Oh I... I was thinking
about careers.

I mean she's that
age, isn't she?

I thought I should spend
some more time with her.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, a girl should get
to know her grandmother.

And she'll be looking
for direction,

and I could be
very useful there.

I could, uh, nudge her
on the right path, hmm?

No, Lola knows exactly
what she's doing.

We've... We've
planned it all out.

What, her entire life?

We're in here!

Oh, hello, Charlie.

Just five minutes of your time,
then I'll be out of your hair.

It's not a good
time. Can it wait?

Uh, two people are
about to die, so no.

Oh, not this again.
I am begging you.

Look, I am absolutely not
getting involved this time.

I am just going to
tell you what I know,

and then you can go
ahead and do your job.

Oh, the job I almost lost today.

- What?
- Remember my boss, Ray,

and his wife, the
assistant commissioner?

She's not best pleased with me.

She can't understand how
you found Colin Fountain

and thinks I helped.

Well, I'm very happy to
tell her you did sod-all.

This happens again, I'm up in
front of a disciplinary board.

Well, I'm very sorry, Charlie,
but this is not my fault.

If you'd just listened
to me the first time.

Only time! This
never happens again.

Are you listening?

Yes, fine.

But there's one thing you...

No! Why can't you understand!

If you keep doing this,
I'm gonna lose my job.

Your job is to stop murderers.

There are two murders
are gonna happen.

Stop talking! You
don't know that!

You couldn't possibly know that!

You look very stressed.

You know, I think I'm
gonna have another glass

of this delicious wine...

and then Orla can take you to
the bedroom and sort you out.

- Oh!
- What?

Stress.

It's the number-one killer

of men in your age bracket.

And then when you come back
down all loosey-goosey,

and then I can tell
you what I know

and make you listen
to me for once.

You wouldn't listen
when I tried to tell you

about the last killer!

Ahh!

Don't look smug.

Smug? Moi?

All right, come on.
What are we doing here?

I went to the newspaper
office this morning.

A very nice young man
looked up the records for me

to see who had placed
all those adverts.

Now, you wouldn't
think they'd give out

that kind of information.

Well, I can be very persuasive.

Plus the 40 euros I
gave him didn't hurt.

The adverts were placed
by one Bradley Gillen,

lives at number 60.

Ah, okay.

So, what are we thinking?
What, like a serial killer?

- No, I don't think so.
- Oh.

I... I saw him go in
a little while ago.

He strikes me more
like an errand boy.

Question is, errand
boy for whom?

Bradley.

I want to talk to you
about the adverts.

The ones you've been
placing in the local paper

these last three years.

Care to comment?

Look, piss off, okay?

I have nothing to say to you.

Besides, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Confession is good for the soul!

Who is this?

Yeah, it's Bradley.

Look, I just got doorstepped.

Some woman there asking
questions about the advertising.

You what?

- Who was she?
- I don't know!

She was asking me
to make comments

on you know, different...

Oi!

Bradley?

Bradley, you eejit,
are you there?

Playing to your
strengths, I see.

He phoned someone
called Gary Whelan.

Told him about you.

- Who's Gary Whelan?
- I don't know.

But I know someone who might.

You know the Canary Islands?
It's not named after the birds.

Named after dogs.

Canary dogs?

No.

Latin, innit?

Canariae Insulae.

"Islands of the Dogs."

- It's where "canine" comes from.
- What, Doctor Who's dog?

- Da.
- Ferg.

- What are you doing home?
- Can I talk to you in the hall?

How are you, Fergus?
Do you want a drink?

Nah, you're all right, thanks.

I'm actually in a bit
of a hurry, Da, please?

Go on, Malky.

The boy looks like he's
gonna piss himself.

We can redeal these
when you come back.

I was gonna win that one.

Jesus, Da.

What are you doing playing
cards with bleedin' Happy for?

What, you've forgotten
what he was gonna do

a couple of weeks ago?

No. Now, he wouldn't
have done nothing.

I had that under control.

Just forget it, all right?

Look, do you know a
guy called Gary Whelan?

Course I do.

Why do you wanna know
about Gary Whelan for?

- Who is he?
- Well...

Bit of a mad yoke, isn't he?

Makes all his money
from gambling.

But you don't want anything
to do with Gary Whelan.

He's a nasty one. Dangerous.

It's all right. I just
wanted to know who he is.

How do you know him?

I don't. I know
his accountant.

- You know an accountant?
- Yeah.

Eric. Eric Murray.

Nice fella. Races pigeons.

Has a lovely French
Cumulet called Lisa.

Works out of an
old furniture shop

up the road from
the snooker hall.

All right.

Thanks.

How did you find out
about Gary Whelan?

Did you call your fence?

I did, yeah. Yeah,
he's an old fella.

Looks after us street
urchins, you know,

teaches us how to
pick a pocket or two.

It's not normal, kids your age
knowing how to find gangsters.

Yeah, and this is normal
behavior for a woman your age?

Normal's overrated.

Excuse me.

Sorry, we're closed.

Just
caught you in time, then.

What do you have in
the way of ottomans?

- I don't do ottomans, sorry.
- I'll tell you why I need one.

Yeah, please don't.

Oh, Gina Lollobrigida.

Never heard of her.

You've never heard
of Gina Lollobrigida?

Italian actress.

Huge big knockers.

Excuse me.

Did they never teach you
any manners as a child!

I am talking to you!

- Piss off!
- Oh!

No ottomans.

I'll try elsewhere.

Yes?

Oh, yes, Gary.

I have the number here for you.

It's...

That's odd. My
laptop is closed.

I was just working on that.

Uh, no, I have... No,
I have the number here.

086 402 22 22.

Okay.

There was a box of those,

same make as the one
Ross Duffy had on

when he took a nosedive
off the car park.

And I got the laptop,
but there's a problem.

It is password protected.

Three wrong goes and the
hard drive erases itself.

And the password is not Linda.

Well, how do you know
it's only three goes,

and why would it be Linda?

I had a go in the
office after he left,

and Linda because he
had a pigeon called...

Ohh. It's not called
Linda. It's called Lisa.

Okay, so the password
isn't Lisa either.

So we have one last try?

I have a good idea.

Why don't you go home and
look after your sister?

What? I'm not leaving you.

Well, let's face it,
he's already seen me.

It's better if he
doesn't see you.

All right.

Lose something?

Oh, God, not now.
We're closed.

Laptop, maybe?

I am going to be your
best friend today, Eric.

What happened to your voice?
How do you know my name?

Your employer has upset some
people in very high places.

I think you know who I am.

No.

Wait, you're not saying
that you're, uh...

Mm-hmm.

I am going to be
your best friend

because I'm going to
give you a head start.

South America's lovely
this time of year.

One of those
nonextradition countries.

I'm not sure what's going on,

but I am not a man
to be messed with.

Thirty seconds, and the
offer will be rescinded.

You will go to prison for
the rest of your life.

Maybe you'll share
a cell with Whelan.

- I don't believe you.
- Well, that's your prerogative.

20 seconds.

Who... Who has he upset?

Did you really think there
wouldn't be any consequences

for your actions, Eric?

People died. 10 seconds.

Three, two, one.

All right, all right.
What do you want to know?

Let's start with the
password for your laptop,

tell me how the game works,
and then start running.

You really shouldn't be here.
You're gonna get me sacked.

Don't worry. I
won't hang about.

Harry, you can't just...

I'm out of it, I promise.

Gary Whelan.

He's been running a snuff
game for the last three years.

People volunteer to be hunted
to death, if you can believe it.

Three start, two die, 100k
to the last man standing.

People gamble their
lives for 100 grand?

The person I spoke to said
they'd do it for a lot less.

It takes a certain
type, apparently.

They think they're
indestructible.

Well, most do.

Occasionally they're
just desperate.

People follow it
on the dark web.

I suppose you've heard
of that. I hadn't.

It is live-streamed
rather than recorded.

People bet on the outcome,

and that is how Gary
Whelan makes his money.

Lovelylisa74, all lowercase.

Everything you need is in here,

including how you can catch
them all at noon tomorrow.

Bloody hell, Harry.

The only thing I haven't
been able to discover yet

is who does the killing.

Only Whelan knows that.

But I do know the killer
wears a plague doctor mask.

- A what?
- A horrible hooked-beak thing.

You'd recognize
it if you saw it.

I'm done, I promise.

I wanted to make it up to you

for getting you into
trouble with your boss.

This is all for you to
do with as you please.

Use it or chuck it in
the bin, as you see fit.

Only don't do the second thing.

Nobody has to know that
I was ever involved.

No need to look worried.
I'm not here interfering.

I came here to
apologize to Charlie.

I heard you had to
reprimand him because of me.

I know you and
Charlie are close.

He speaks very highly of you.

Not to my face he doesn't.

Well, no one likes a suck-up.

Ha, quite right.

He says that you're the reason
he's as good a copper as he is.

Funny, we've never met before.

Well, we still
haven't really met.

Briefly that time at Charlie's,

and you said you'd
never heard of me.

Well, I had a lot on
my mind that night.

Yeah, don't we both know it.

Well, let's hope our
paths cross again

sometime soon, Chief
Superintendent.

Call me Ray.

Harry.

I'm so sorry.

Did you have any idea...

You know what, if
there's anything,

anything at all
that we can do...

These are to be
worn at all times.

The rules are simple... You
can run but you can't hide.

For the next 24 hours,
you'll keep out in the open

and you'll keep moving.

Because remember...
You are being hunted.

And you see this guy?

My condolences because
you're already dead.

Two of you I won't see again.

But whichever one
of you survives,

I've got 100,000 euro
with your name on it.

So, let's get this show
on the road, shall we?

You have an hour's head
start, which begins...

- Stand still!
- Freeze!

Everyone stay right
where they are!

On your knees!

Hands behind your head!

Stand still!

Well done, dear. I
saw it on the news.

Good bust.

Is that the right lingo,
or have you changed that?

Tell me exactly where
you are, right now.

What are you... what's going on?

- There's a new advert.
- What?

Hold a sec.

Bollocks.

Whelan lawyered up
almost immediately.

He's refusing to cooperate.

I want you at the station.
You'll be safe here.

I don't think that's true.

Now, there's something I missed.

Look at the first advert.

A guard was listed
and two men died.

The contestants are
complicit, Charlie.

It means that there's a bent
copper out there somewhere.

Could still be working today,
could even be at your station.

No. No way.

How did they know
that I'm involved?

Who did you tell?

No one. I kept you out
of it like we agreed.

Maybe someone overhead us
when I was there yesterday.

Not a chance. I vouch for every
man and woman in my station.

I know you do.

And that's
why I can't come in.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

Hello, and good morning.

I'm looking for
a Professor Wild.

My name is Cian O'Mara.

Hello?

Yes, yes. I'm
here. Who's this?

Ah, good, excellent.

Look, I won't beat
around the bush.

I'm a journalist
over at The Times,

and I've been tracking
these people too.

What?

Yes, the snuff game,
Gary Whelan, all of it.

But you've got a lot
closer than me, and, well,

I've been at it for over a year.

Listen, maybe we
can help each other.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

It would be great
if we could meet up.

Maybe over at the café.

What's up, Harry?

Listen, no time for
questions. I'm being tracked!

What? Who's tracking you?

"Who" isn't important right now.

How does someone track
me, and how do I stop it?

Your phone probably.

I mean, loads of apps
can track phones.

Nothing's so precise he can
pinpoint your exact location,

but if he calls, don't answer.

It'll be to flush you out.

Oh, shit! Well, how
can I turn it off?

Switch off your phone.

Or put it in
airplane mode, right?

If it's not transmitting,
he can't track it.

Okay, yeah. I can do that.

All right. You got
anywhere to go?

I parked a good distance away
in case they're tracking my car.

They do this in
films all the time.

Ah, don't worry
about it. Just me da.

Be careful what you
say around him though.

I mean, he wouldn't say
anything to anyone on purpose,

but he does know
some dodgy types,

which is how I knew where
to find Gary Whelan.

Da.

You remember Miss Cassidy
from social services.

She's here to observe
us for a few days.

We got the letter, remember?

Ohh, yeah.

Right.

That's today, is it?

Nothing to worry about.

As long as you haven't
broken any rules.

Well, rules are rules.

It's just that I got
to see a man about a...

Yeah. Don't worry
about it, Da.

I'm sure I can deal
with everything.

Great.

That okay, Missus... uh...?

Mm-hmm.

Just, you know, bad timing.

No problem, Mr. Reid.

Okay. There we go.

Some nice people here, you know?

It's like a community.

Always someone to look
after Liberty if I need.

I don't need looking
after. I'm almost eight.

- Are you Harry?
- I am!

How did you know?

He's always going
on about you...

"Harry says this,
Harry says that."

Shut up, Libs!

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Oh, you are very polite.

My teacher Mrs. Webb says
that manners are important.

She sounds like a
really great teacher.

She's not. She's a right
old bitch most of the time.

Oh! Excuse me?!

Go and get ready
please, stinker.

See you later, Harry.

What happened to your mum?

Left.

And you never heard
from her again?

It's okay.

Me Granny Jeannie
came to live here.

Yeah, that was great.

But, um, she died a
couple of years ago.

Then it was just the
three of us again.

I need to ask you something.

You're not a mugger.

Why did you do what
you did that day?

Look, don't judge
him, all right?

One day I got home

and there was a fella called
Happy sitting where you are.

Happy lends people money.

A loan shark.

Da owes him a lot,

and Happy was there to
collect that week's repayment.

But Da was short by
13 euro and 26 cent.

Happy was drinking a cup of tea.

He said to Malky he had
until he finished his tea

to find the money,

or else Happy was gonna go
upstairs into Liberty's room

and break her arm.

Jesus!

I yelled at Malky
to do something,

but he just kept
waffling on like...

Like he could talk
him out of it somehow.

Turns out alcoholics
aren't really good

in pressurized
situations, you know?

Anyway...

I had a few minutes
to find a solution,

and you were the
first person I saw.

Look, Harry, I'm sorry.

I know.

And you never have to
say that to me again.

But your dad's a moron.

Here, you're in his house.

Don't go slagging off me da.

- All right, he does his best.
- It's not very good.

Yeah, but it's his best.

He's still here.

Yeah.

Just need to help Libby
with her homework,

then maybe we should think
about what to do next, you know?

We need to find him
before he finds you.

- Agreed.
- What about your son?

He'd just call in his squad.

He trusts them, and any one of
them could be on the inside.

And if he didn't, it
would scrap his career.

No, I have to sort this
out without Charlie,

somewhere that I control things,

somewhere I know

that Mr. Plague Doctor
Psycho Nutcase doesn't.

Yeah, we'll work it
out. Back in a tic.

Harry?

Worked it out, but
you can't be part of it.

Too dangerous.

What would happen to
Liberty if you weren't here?

I know what I'm doing.

You're a good man, Fergus.

Shit.

These
blades are 600 years old.

We were up to a descendant of
a real-life samurai master.

This steel has been
folded a thousand times.

It costs a fortune.

And we've been saving it
for a special occasion.

Tell me, why are you running
around hunting people?

Teach you that at St.
Edmund's, did they?

"Up to a descendent of
a real-life samurai."

Anyone else would've
said "taught by."

"Up to's" so
drearily St. Ed's.

Lucky guess.

Not here afterwards,
uh, over the water.

Oxford.

Balliol College.

Now, that... that was a guess.

It's your voice.

I can hear that
overprivileged sneer.

Although it is somewhat muffled

with these ridiculous
masks you're wearing.

Do take them off.

Enough
of this foreplay.

Let's get to the
stabbing and the cutting.

Move! Go!

Go back around! Go!

That way!

Oi, oi!

Ah!

Oh! Oh! My leg!

Where are you, you
interfering bitch?

Oh, rude.

Has somebody been watching
too much "Scooby-Doo"?

Aah!

Uh!

Why couldn't you just
mind your own business?

What?

I can't understand anything
you say. You're mumbling.

Look, if you're
going to kill me,

just... just take off that
bloody ridiculous mask.

How would you ever know
someone like Gary Whelan?

You
know the saying...

The only way to get
rid of temptation

is to yield to it.

Whelan is a man who
helps one yield.

Don't get excited.
They're not for us.

But they are.

Didn't I mention?

It's been live-streaming
ever since the lecture hall.

You have about a minute's
head start if you're lucky.

- Aah!
- Oh!

Jesus! This thing's
really sharp!

What are you doing here?
How did you find me?

I told you! Loads of
apps track phones.

Keep
the cuffs on him.

Hang on till we get
this lad loaded up.

Then we'll bring him
in for processing.

Déjà vu, anyone?

Nah, you're all right, thanks.

Don't really like foreign food.

Look, I'm sorry if this
causes any trouble.

I really didn't
mean it to happen.

Yeah, I know, but this is what
happens when you interfere

in things that
don't concern you.

People were dying.

I couldn't just pretend
that it wasn't happening.

No, of course you couldn't.

So is the commissioner
gonna come down on you?

We'll see.

I don't know what you said
to Ray, but he's all gung ho,

ready to stand up
to anyone for me.

Maybe even his wife.

Hmm.