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What the hell?

Heard you been selling leaf
behind your mum's back in town.

We just made Khalid's business
a whole lot more lucrative

by doing the refining ourselves.

Meet Sharon and Linda.

We know that Brooke was dealing the shit
and that those guys had an issue with her.

The tyre prints
from where he tossed Julian...

found on utes and four-wheel drives.

That Julian is not Raph's father.

You want to know the real Julian?
He tried to put me behind bars

so that he could try and fuck my girl.

The day after Claire was attacked,
a Bichon Frise puppy was dropped off

at a shelter twenty minutes
from where they found Claire.

Colin Finch.

- What's going on?
- Brooke Phelps.

They pulled her
out of the river this morning.

I had a couple more drinks.
She wasn't drinking.

And then she left about 12:00.

Brooke was a fighter.

There'll be DNA left on her,
and it won't be mine.

The victim's last phone activity
was a text message to Amanda Pharrell.

Amanda Pharrell was with me
from around 11:45 last night

until the time you arrived at the motel.

Duboisia.

Has to be.

What have you done?

Just sending the crop owners
a little invitation they can't refuse.

Please, don't. No.

No, no, no! Don't!

Ahh!

"A penalty is a cowardly way to score."

Know who said that?

Pelé.

You think I'm a coward?

Ahh!

No!

Oh. So you're calling the father
of the beautiful game a liar then?

You're mental, you know that?

Nah. I'm just not super happy, Coach.

They've lost three games in a row.

It's under-10 soccer!

Soccer?!

It's called football.

See, this is the kind of attitude

that got you into this mess
in this first place, mate.

I had to pull my son aside
and explain to him

that it's not his fault
that they keep losing.

I had to tell him that it's your fault.

Okay! My fault!

I'll do better! They'll win!

Next time, they'll win!

Ahh!

One more thing.

My son is no goalie.

He was born to be a striker.

See you Saturday.

You gonna cut me down?

You can't leave me like this!

Hey!

All right. We've seen enough.
Time to go.

This soil's wrong.

The people behind this stuff are
on their way here, thanks to you.

Val said that the soil
under Julian's fingernails was red.

This stuff's too light.

Even more reason
to get the hell out of here.

Come on! ¡Vámonos! Let's go!

Shit. That was quicker than I thought.

You got a part two to this plan of yours?

I got your note.

Not very friendly.

Got a peek at your secret garden.
Not very legal.

Growing duboisia is not against the law.
Ask your local nursery.

That's why you're growing yours
in the middle of a state forest?

Forget what you've seen here.

None of this has anything
to do with Julian.

Uh, this has everything to do with Julian.

'Cause your mates at the boat shed
tossed him off that cliff.

Says who?

Says their tyre treads.

The killer dumped their tyres
to cover their tracks.

And your business partners have
brand spanking new tyres

on their ute, don't they?

That's it?

Tyres?

But what's their motive?
They don't even know Julian.

How would my brother,
patron saint of family values,

even come across men like that?

Still working that out.

So after all this time working this case,
you got a ute with new tyres.

I tell ya, Amanda, that doesn't cut it.

You don't cut it.

That's not your call to make.

Amanda...

You're both fired.

- We don't answer to you.
- No, you answer to Tayla.

Who do you think's been
bankrolling her all this time?

I used to think you were something worthy.

Somehow smarter.

But really...

underneath all these beautiful tats,

you're just plain old vanilla,
aren't you?

You can't fire us, because we quit.

Did you hear me?! We quit!
We fucking quit!

I didn't see it.
How could I have not seen it?

You gotta hand it to Tayla.
She was pretty convincing.

I never would've worked for him.
Never. Not if I knew.

Of course. I agree.

But we can still work the case.
We don't need him.

Did you not just hear me?!

I'm pretty sure
half of Crimson Lake heard you.

All right?

Hey.

Since when do you let Twist
or anybody else tell you what to do?

Look. Whoever this Julian was,

he deserves justice.
So does Erin.

And if you're right about
these deaths being connected...

I am right!

...then so does Brooke.

So, what, we work for the victims now?

It's a shame they can't pay us.

We're also living proof of what happens
when you don't get answers.

You want to do that to Raph?

Don't listen to Twist.

Ain't nothing about you that's vanilla.

I feel like whatever he saw in me
was taken away

when the whole Damford thing came out.

I'm not a victim.

I just needed someone to see that in me,
and he did.

Until tonight.

I still see it.

It's been a long night.

I'll see you tomorrow?

I don't know how you've been living
without one of these things.

And then, well, I remember it's you.

Yeah.

My washing machine was
the quick death roll from the crocs.

I like that.

Should we put that in the travel brochure?

Yeah. How's my review?

Uh, well...

I'm not in love with the mouldy cupboards,

but the geese are a nice touch.

Shall we say four stars?

What if I got you a proper dryer?
One that plugs in.

I don't know. Why would you bother?

I don't know.

If you were to stay.

God, no.

I thought you were kidding.

Ah, it's a crazy idea.

Well, Ted, I've got to get back.

Lilly's got to go to school. I...

I mean, I gotta stop sweating.
I can't even think in this heat.

Well, what if I came back with you?
Back to Sydney?

Well, what about this case?

The case is pretty close.
Any day now.

- And Amanda?
- Ah, she understands.

As much as that's possible.

I think I'm ready, Kelly.

But only if you are.

Hate to say it, but Twist was right.

New tyres aren't enough.

We can't prove Julian knew
anything about that crop

or who was growing it.

Yet.

I don't buy that he was all squeaky clean.

He had no issues
bribing the local council.

And he dobbed his own brother
into the cops. Who does that?

I want to have a serious talk with Tayla.

If she's been lying to us the whole time.

Whether she wanted to be there or not,
she was with Twist at that boat yard.

You know, there's one person that keeps
popping up in all the wrong places.

Colin.

Cops have dismissed him already.

Yeah. But he's the common denominator.

The last three people
to see Brooke alive...

Twist, Tegan from the servo, and Colin.

The last three people
to see Julian alive...

Mario, Raph, and Colin,

who overheard that argument between
Julian and Raph at Family Tree.

Hmm...

Why the echidna?

Oh. 'Cause he's on the nose.

And don't say it's a coincidence.
Look at Brooke's message.

Look at all the typos.
She's supposed to be sober.

So she fell off the wagon
into a river of regret.

Trust me, it happens.

Or maybe she sent it in a hurry.
Panic, even.

And she sent it to me,
the person who hates her sorry arse

more than anyone else in the world.

And who desperately wanted
your forgiveness.

Or she saw something
when she was with Colin.

Something about our case.

So this is where you say
I have nothing to support my theory.

And where you ignore me completely
and go anyway.

Timeline's about right.

Hmm. Might fit.

Divide and conquer?

Hey, Tayla!

You saved me a trip. Get in.

Come on.

I got news.

- You going home?
- Yeah.

Why does it matter who's paying?
We all want the same thing...

to prove Raph's innocent
and find Julian's killer.

What matters is you've been lying to us
the whole damn time.

About Twist, about the drugs, about being
up to your eyeballs in all of it.

We found the field, Tayla.

What are you doing?

Was Julian behind the duboisia
the whole time,

or was it him and his brother together?

- Okay, then.
- No, please! Ted, wait!

Please, don't do this.

Either you start talking,
or I walk in there and give the police

the biggest drug bust
this town's ever seen.

It's not illegal!

So everyone keeps saying.
But you know what?

People keep dying.

You know they're gonna
raze that crop to the ground, right?

- I'm guessing that'll cause a few problems
- Just wait. Wait.

Just wait, wait, wait. All right?

It's not Julian or Ezra.
It's Mum.

Just please don't tell anyone. Please.

Problem?

False alarm.

When we got hit by the fungus,
we had to rip out half of the trees.

It was tens of thousands of dollars worth.

So Twist bailed you out with a loan.
We know all this.

Yeah. But bananas
take forever to recover, okay?

We couldn't just wait it out,
so Mum took out an alternative.

But we were only selling
the leaf, all right?

Everything that happened after that
was none of our business.

Sounds like every drug dealer
I've ever caught.

So you grew for Twist.

No. Twist only got involved
when he came back.

He wanted his money,
and we didn't have it.

So he took over.

He started processing
the duboisia on site,

which pissed off the people
that we sell to.

Which would be Linda and Sharon.

Look. He's ruining everything.

So how does Julian fit into all this?

He doesn't.

Sharon and Linda sell to Khalid,
some guy from the city.

This Khalid... any reason why he'd want
to bump off Julian?

I doubt he even knew he existed.

If there's a connection, Ted,
I don't know about it.

Let's get you home.

What the fuck?

What are you doing in my room?

You know what I'm doing here.

I'm looking for what freaked Brooke out
the other night.

Nothing freaked her out.

I was pissed. She changed her mind.

Yeah. I have a text message
that says otherwise.

When she left here, she was fine.
You can ask the police.

- When I call them.
- You're not calling the cops.

Oh, you sure about that?

If you believe I harmed Brooke...

you're taking a huge risk
breaking in here.

I mean, who knows what I might do?

You could be in deep shit.

Deeper than you can handle.

I'm not Brooke.

Get out.

Hey. I get it.

You feel bad about the way
you treated her when she died.

But if she sent you a text message...

it had nothing to do with me.

You know that look I'm talking about.
Right before someone goes to shiv you.

He had that.
Just for a moment.

Are you absolutely sure?

Definitely crossed his mind.

- Right.
- And it wasn't just the knife.

He had an answer for everything.

Well, reporters are trained
to be quick on their feet, you know?

One thing's for sure...
that charm offensive, it slipped.

Just for a second, but it did.

He was nervous.
He's hiding something.

Yeah, okay. Good.
We'll look at him harder.

But for now, could you please sit down?

You're giving me motion sickness.

How'd you go?

Ah. Tayla.

You know, I think she was honest
for the first time since we met her.

Told me who's behind
the duboisia plantation.

Yeah. We know. Twist.

Nope. Not even close.

We're out of options.
We have to leave.

We can't just leave, Mum.

The P.I.s found our field.

It's only a matter of time
before the cops work it out, too.

What are we going to do for money?

Devi can try and contest
Dad's will all she likes.

I'll still get an inheritance.

We just have to survive until then.

And the farm?

Bananas won't be much use to us
when we're in jail.

Or worse.

What do you mean by that?

If your uncle keeps poking the bear...

stirring up more shit...

who knows what that Khalid guy might do?

So we just run?
Leave everything behind?

Hey.

We'll manage.

Start from scratch.

You love this place.

We love this place.

So we're leaving?

Tomorrow night.

Give me some time to work up to it.

Hmm.

Any chance for a cuppa?

Well.

Haven't seen you
at Family Tree lately, Raph.

You've been busy.

For someone who says he doesn't want
anything to do with the drug trade,

you sure spend a lot of time
with people who are.

Starting to think it's not the duboisia
you got an issue with.

I'm starting to think maybe Dad
was right about you all along.

You can't be back here.

No one's here.

I take it you don't have
any new leads on Julian's murder

if you're looking at red soil deposits
in Far North Queensland.

This might help.

DNA belonging to Colin Finch.

Run it and see what comes up.

Jesus Christ, no.

But Brooke and Julian's murder
are connected.

- So if Finch killed Brooke...
- We looked into Finch.

The motel's CCTV confirms Brooke left
when he said she did.

Then something happened before.
I just know it.

Oh.

I'll write that
on the DNA request form, shall I?

"Amanda's gut feeling."

Can you just try?

There's no point. There could be
DNA on there from you,

the cleaners, the motel's bedbugs...

I don't even want to know
how you got your hands on it.

You cops do this shit all the time
to see if you're on the right track.

What the fuck, Amanda?

You think I'm just gonna run
illegally obtained DNA?

Well, that doesn't sound like an apology.

I gave you an alibi,
and you bit my head off.

I don't need your help.

You gonna run it or not?

And he blew three times

the legal limit,
so I actually had to impound his horse

as the offending vehicle.

You should talk to Sgt. Hench.
My case is Julian Naughton.

I used to love
this time of the day.

The sun's lost its heat.

Sea breeze kicks in.

Everything seems possible.

Used to be a shed up on that hill
when I was a kid.

And you all lived there...
three generations squished like sardines.

You've only told me
like a thousand times, Mum.

Don't be cheeky, girl.

That's how it works.

I'm gonna tell you one last time.

We cooked on an open fire.

Showered from a bucket.

None of this fancy portable shower shit
you have nowadays.

And it didn't matter that it took
twenty years to build a real home.

We thought we were so lucky, Tay.

To have all of...

Hey.

And now I've blown it.

No. You did what you had to.

I'm sorry.

It should be yours.

No, Mum. I just want you.

It doesn't matter where we go.

We'll find another bit of land

and live in a shed
and wash out of a bucket.

Yeah. But it won't be our country.

So we'll come back.

- Yeah.
- One day.

Yeah.

One day.

Dinner in five, Lil.

Mm-hmm.

What are you drawing?

Guess.

A crocodile.

- Uh-uh.
- Okay. A goose.

Well, okay. Oh...

Ted.

No? All right, what is it?

A house.

Our new house.
When you come home.

I already got a house, peanut.

Better wash your hands.

So we're clear...

I didn't give you an alibi
because I thought you needed rescuing.

Well, don't tell me it was to save Hench
some precious police resources.

I did it because
it's the right thing to do.

What kind of detective would I be
if I let someone... anyone...

remain a suspect for a crime
I knew they didn't commit.

Ask the cops that are still harassing Ted.

In jail...

if someone helps you out,
then you owe them.

And eventually, they collect.

And the only thing worse than
having an enemy is owing a friend.

That explains the lone wolf act.

But that just sounds so lonely.

It's not an act.

Well...

You're not in jail anymore.

It's okay to let people in
just a little bit.

I don't have your compartments.

Everything just goes everywhere,
and I need... I...

I need to be driving this.

Me.

Okay.

Yeah. I'm coming.

Shut up!

You really should take
better care of those dogs.

They're man's best friend, after all.

Not right to lock them in a cage
with nothing to eat.

They might... what's the expression...

come back to bite you.

I've never really been one to invest
in friends... not human ones, at least.

But I did have a brother.

But you killed him.

He never had much time for me.

Too busy up on the hill
with his fancy clients.

And as it turned out...

my son.

That's what you get
with family, I suppose.

Friends, on the other hand...

Let's see how yours treat you.

Let me go!

Yes. I understand
there's a wait list, but...

Three K?

Whatever. Can you just tell me if...

Mate, did you or did you not sell a puppy

that was returned to you
from an animal shelter?

No.

Well, if I paid three K
for a rat with a bad perm,

I'd want my money back.

They say people's pets
reflect their personalities.

Now you're rid of that snake,
you should get yourself a Rottweiler.

Which breeder was that?

It's number three.

I'm still waiting for the rest
to call back.

In the meantime, why don't we, uh...

why don't we follow Colin
and see where he goes?

And do what?

Steal more of his hair for a DNA test
Sweeney will never authorise?

Well, you got a better idea?

I guess it all comes back to that crop.

You said all along it's got
something to do with Julian's murder.

It has.

Well, everybody else in town denies
he had a part of it.

So either that famous gut
of yours is faulty...

It makes sense that the person with
the skills to run a successful retreat

would also have the skills to run
a successful drug business.

And keep it a secret, too.

Are we talking to Raph?

No more talk.

Nothing screams "kingpin."

Well, we've been through
Julian's financials.

If he was in on the drug trade,
he was smart about it.

Analogue all the way.

So, what, we're looking for cash?

Cash, cut leaf...

the processed drug... what's it called?

Devil's Breath.

What are you doing?

Just because he's dead doesn't give you
the right to be in here without asking.

Oh. Now you want us to ask questions.

Here's one...

your old man know about
that field of duboisia?

Seriously?

Kind of a perfect cover, isn't it?

Do a little good
while you do a lot of bad.

Make a lot of cash.

Preaching love and forgiveness
while you and Tayla deal on the side.

No. No, that's not what happened.

Getting Devi to stop developers
moving in on the McQuillans' place.

Just stop, all right?
That's crazy.

Using Ronnie to grow his crop.

It wasn't his.

You think my dad would've had
anything to do with it?

He wasn't a drug lord;
he was a prick.

He found it on one of his runs
up into the state forest.

He saw Tayla checking on the crop,
and he came straight back here

to tell me that my girlfriend
was growing drugs.

Was that a surprise?

I knew what Ronnie was doing
to stay afloat.

I just didn't realise Tayla
was selling on the side

to pay her way out of this shithole.

What happened next?

Dad wanted me to end it.

To stay away from Ronnie.

He said they would end up in jail
and take me with them.

Not a great look for his golden boy.

I told him that I loved Tayla,
that Ronnie was like my second Mum...

That was a mistake.

He just lost his shit.
He, um...

He said that if I didn't dump her,
he'd have to do something drastic.

I called him a control freak,
said I was leaving for good.

He forbade it.

I'm 23 years-old,
and my dad 'forbade me.'

He really was a prick.

He was a parent protecting his kid.

No. He was protecting his business.

So they fought.
Raph ran off to his cabin,

and Julian went off
to do something drastic.

Last seen by Mario,
our light-fingered mechanic,

walking into the jungle
sporting an orange backpack.

Why would he go on foot?

Do you still have the duboisia coordinates
for the GPS?

Locked and loaded.

If you could go anywhere in the world,
Ronnie, where would you go?

I'm not in the mood for small talk, Ezra.

My guess... Fiji.

And yours would be Colombia.

Come on, Ron.
Give me a bit more credit than that.

But if you were planning a trip,

just know my arms
are longer than they look.

Sometimes I surprise myself
just how far they can reach.

I'm not going anywhere.

But our kids are.

I don't have any kids, Ronnie.

Raph isn't built for this life.
I know you can see that.

And why should Tayla have to pay
for my mistakes?

My choices led me here.

I'll stay, see things through.

But you're gonna let them go.

Was I, uh, speeding, Detective?

Nope. Just an RBT.

Right. I guess people start
early around here, huh?

Mm, they do, indeed.

Even so, this is a bit...
low on your priorities list, isn't it?

Oh, don't get me started.

Apparently, the region is stretched,
and everybody has to do their bit.

KPIs or some bullshit.

Hmm.

Maybe that could be your next article.

Anyway, you know the drill.
One long breath.

Thank you.

All good?

All good.

- Yes?
- Brooke Phelps.

No joy from the sample sent
from under her fingernails?

96.5% human skin.

She drew blood, too.

But no match on the database.

Let's see how the lab likes this.

Brooke's not your case.

So send the file under Julian Naughton.

Either Amanda's got into your head
about something...

or you're actually starting to give a shit
about the people in this town.

Can't it be both?

I don't care how fit Julian was.

There is no way
he was running through this.

Can you imagine having a dad like that?

Every day would be
like spiritual boot camp.

At least he cared.

Oh yeah?

Bring Lilly out here for some bonding
and see if she agrees.

Oh, what, I'm not allowed to mention
your daughter now?

Kelly wants to leave.

Thursday.

So where does that put you Friday?

I'm gonna see the case through.

That's what you're asking.

Which one?

So say you're right and the dog thing
doesn't turn out to be anything.

It doesn't matter.
There'll be other clues.

Hey.

Wherever you are, I'm gonna keep digging.

And you can grumble as much as you want
and put up as many roadblocks as you want,

but guess what.
I owe you.

And it's the one debt I'm happy to carry
for as long as it takes.

Hello?

Ted?

Kelly?

Okay. He could definitely run this.

I'll bet this path lets out
near Family Tree.

Just keeps going.

Doesn't matter.

Julian never made it that far.

I guess you could call that
an orange backpack, huh?

Gasoline.

A million bucks says
that's a leaded fuel from the jag.

Only one reason
somebody put gas in a spray pack.

He was gonna torch the crop.

"Drastic."

Red dirt.

Well, you called it.
Second crime scene.

You two on a bush walk?

Fresh air. Can't beat it.

Ten thousand steps, gotta get 'em in.

I want a sweep of the area.

And let's find out
where the victim might have been going.

And who else comes up here regularly.

You want to fill her in?

And ruin the thrill of the chase?

This is the best mood she's been in
in days.

You like this woman?

Or do you just like torturing her?

I suppose if growing duboisia's
not illegal, technically...

Got something.

Hey.

Looks like pieces of a broken tail light.

Oi, Pharrell. Back.
Behind the tape.

Without us, you wouldn't even
have a crime scene.

And you can thank me later.

Just do what Constable Milbee says.

Looks like Julian got hit
crossing that road.

Strange it's not a headlight.

New set of tyres might not be enough
to nail Sharon and Linda,

but new tyres and a matching tail light?

Something's not right.

Yeah. You hear that?

Exactly.

- No dogs.
- No.

Must've taken them on their jog.

Drugs to run, people to barbecue.

Well, if they were smart enough
to get rid of the tyres,

they could've changed the light, too.

Well...

See the pattern in the plastic?

The contour... even the colour.

- Oh, don't say it.
- Totally different car.

These guys didn't hit Julian.

They still could've chucked him
off the cliff.

Well, if they did,
then they certainly know who hit him.

It's a shame they're not around to ask.

Yeah. 'Cause they're sure to tell us.

Right after they light us up
and toss us off the...

...cliff.

You know how you said
something wasn't right?

You first.

Ugh! What's that smell?

Jesus.

- Is that...?
- Stay back.

Oh, God. No, you don't need to...

The dogs did this?

They had help.

Looks like Linda made it out alive.

Who would do this?

This wasn't us.

So I was up at three this morning...
a bit early.

But it was Arsenal-Man U.,
so I couldn't miss that, right?

Scrappy match.
Cagey. Nothing but defence.

Nil-all until the last ten minutes.
Then, bam... own goal.

Total fucking disaster, mate.

The man who decided to mess
with my suppliers... own goal.

Oh. No need to involve
the police, all right?

'Cause that would be an own goal too.

Catch ya's later.

We need to come up with a plan.

I have a plan... just drive.

Amanda...

I did this.

That guy in there... I ran
my fucking mouth, and he paid for it.

Yeah, so what? You gonna hunt Twist down
and put one between his eyes?

I'm pretty sure his associates
are gonna do that for you,

so hand it over.

Look. There's no way we could've known

what Twist was gonna do
with that information.

No. But we should've.

We knew he had beef with his brother,

but he still cared enough
to want to know who killed him.

And he didn't want to bring the killer in.
He wanted revenge.

Yeah, so what? He played us.

What are you gonna do?
You gonna be a sore loser?

You wanna go back to jail?

Or are you gonna focus on
what actually matters right now?

Because Khalid...
once he finishes up in there...

he's gonna go looking for Twist.
And when he can't find him,

he's gonna settle for
somebody Twist cares about.

And who do you think that's gonna be?

Yeah.

Now give me back my goddamn gun.

- Try Ronnie.
- I have.

- Try Tayla.
- I have!

Raph, I'm not playing!
Call us back!

Mum?

Mum?

Look, I can't talk right now.

Tayla, is Raph with you?

No. He was supposed to be here ages ago.

- Do you know where he is?
- What happened?

Tayla, do you know where he is?

No. He's meant to be leaving
with Mum and I tonight.

But you can't tell Ezra.

Okay, listen to me.
If you see him,

you get him to call us back, you hear?

What is going on?

I think they're gonna do
a runner on Twist.

Goddammit!

I'll take Family Tree, Julian's grave,
and the duboisia field.

I'll check everywhere in town.

You tear the place apart if you have to.

Hey, kid, you wanna try
answering your damn phone?

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter,
all right? I'm leaving Crimson Lake.

Right now, I need to keep you safe.

Get in. I'll explain on the way.

No. I'm done doing what other people want.

Goddammit, Raph, I'm not fucking around!

Thanks for calling me back.

Are you involved with
the scoundrel who hurt my baby?

Because let me tell you,
if he wants another one now,

I'd sooner cut off my legs.

I just want to confirm you had a puppy
returned to you through a shelter?

Not any pup. This one.

Ruby.

Still walks with a limp because of him.

Three days was all he'd had her.

Then he dumped my baby with a broken leg.

What kind of animal does that?

You really don't want to know.

I just need to check...
this was June of that year, right?

I'll never forget it.

When the shelter called me,
I nearly died of shock.

Do you remember his name?
What he looked like? Anything about him?

Stuart Smith. Tall. Smooth talker.

He promised she would be in good hands.

I called him after I got Ruby back
to give him a piece of my mind,

but the coward had blocked my number.

Wait. Do you still have his number?

Yes.

I sent it to every breeder I know
to blacklist him.

If you're not working with Stuart,
what's your interest?

Would you be in the market...

Colin Finch.

Hello?

It's okay. I got him.

Right. Raph. Listen, Ted,
you're never gonna believe this.

He's been under our noses
this whole time.

The hell are you talking about?

Ted?

Ted!

No.

We have a warrant
to search the house.

Colin, the fucking journo...

he's the guy!
He's the one who attacked Claire!

- Colin Finch!
- Finch, stop! Police!

I want to hire you and the hat.
Direct this time. No more games.

Get down!