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Previously on The
Mallorca Files.

Welcome to Mallorca,
Detective Blake.

I work better alone.

Detective Winter will join you.

Stop! Police!

And of course, he's
already saved your life.

They sent me over from
Munich as a liaison officer,

but I liked it so
much, I asked to stay.

Partners!

- Compañeros?
- No, I'm not hugging you.

His grasp of the local
language is faultless,

unlike his grasp of
correct procedure.

Yes, you should
have listened to me

because I know what
the hell I'm doing.

Of course!

Miranda Blake saving us all
with her fantastic police work.

I think you need a
little Mallorca time.

Stop asking me to
pick up dry cleaning.

- I'm not your secretary, Max.
- I asked once.

She's a workaholic. Never
have a relationship.

Just because I don't go
around being overly tactile,

and thinking every stranger is
just a friend I haven't met yet,

doesn't make me inhuman,
repressed, or anti-social.

- I have a life!
- Whoa!

- Come on.
- No!

Detective Blake is
not my girlfriend.

I'm not his girlfriend.

- We probably should get married.
- I'll think about it.

You know, for a man who prides
himself on his emotional intelligence,

you're an absolute idiot.

You tell your office wife to
maybe keep to office hours.

Yee-haw!

That's Detective Tonto to you.

- Great minds.
- Stay with me, 007.

Three months ago
Alberto Alvarez,

a geography teacher from Palma

walked into the Mallorca Mint,

bought a million euros of
gold and used it to make this.

His Golden Compass.

Alberto then buried his
compass somewhere in Mallorca,

published ten clues
in the Mallorca Times

and kicked off the biggest treasure
hunt the island has ever known.

“Golden Legacy.”

Mr. Alvarez.

A lot of people now believe
Golden Legacy is a scam.

Nonsense! The Golden
Compass is out there.

The issue here is...
The real issue is that

nobody has solved my puzzle.

We understand you’ve
started receiving threats.

Ah, it’s nothing.

Just some silly people calling to
say that they will break my legs

if I don’t tell them where I
have buried the Golden Compass.

- Can you believe that?
- They don't worry you?

I ignore them.

Some say your puzzle
is impossible.

No, no, no, no.

It is entirely solvable.

You just need a little
bit of persistence,

some lateral thinking and
perhaps a little bravery.

May I remind viewers
how it works?

Max? Returning your call.

Oh, yeah. You'll
never guess what.

You've had your hair shaved off.

It's even more
shocking than that.

My dad’s coming to visit.
He’s flying in tomorrow.

It's the first time in
my six years in Mallorca.

Oh, wow. What’s brought this on?

I'm not entirely sure.

But he did say he’s looking forward
to meeting his future daughter in law.

Wait. You haven’t told
him about you and Carmen?

- I was building up to it.
- Max!

It’ll be fine. I’m excited.

I can finally show
him my island.

And doing puzzles was
a thing for us, so

maybe he can help me
solve Golden Legacy.

- Ugh. What, that hoax?
- It's not a hoax.

Oh, come on. It’s one big publicity
stunt for Google or Amazon.

The only people still bothering
with that are gullible fools.

Well, I guess that
makes me a fool.

Go on, then. How close
are you to the treasure?

- I’ve solved two clues.
- Two? Out of ten?

Well,

I’ve narrowed it down to
the left half of the island.

Oh, plain sailing
from here on in then.

- Hello.
- Max?

I'll give you my word.
The Golden Compass...

- Max?
- It is buried somewhere out there.

- Are you there?
- And it will stay buried

until somebody solves my puzzle.

Perhaps that
someone will be you.

Hello?

No, no.

“Alberto Alvarez is alive

but he will be shot in
exactly twenty four hours

unless you hand over
the Golden Compass.

Further instructions
in twelve hours."

Received in an email at 8am.
They’re trying to trace it.

What about Alberto’s phone?

It's been switched off
since the abduction.

It says an alert is about to
go out on all media platforms

about the van and the ransom
request. Why the ransom request?

Alberto claims he shared the
location of the Golden Compass

with the person who gave
him the million euros.

So we need that person
to come forward.

Police.

Do you think Alberto
Alvarez is already dead?

What if this benefactor
doesn’t come forward?

Then we’ll just have to
find the compass ourselves.

Yeah right.

- Hola. Miranda Blake.
- Hi.

- Reyna. Nice to meet you.
- Max Winter.

Please come in. It's your
first door on the left.

Gracias.

Rest assured we're doing everything
we can to locate your father.

Do you have any idea who this
mystery benefactor might be?

Dad hates rich people.

Actually, he hates everybody who's not
contributing to the wellbeing of mankind.

So what about the threats?
Has he mentioned those?

The TV interviews was the
first we’d heard of them.

Let’s be honest, Rey, he hasn’t
shared much with us recently.

Oh. Why not?

Six months ago, our dad
accused Felipe and I

of stealing money from his study.
He demanded we give the money back.

Which we didn’t
because it wasn’t true.

Since then things have been
a bit tense around here.

How much did he accuse
you of stealing?

Fifty euros.

He can be a bit,
er, unpredictable.

Dad finds it hard to keep
his craziness in check.

And you both still live at home?

Yup, we failed to launch.

It’s a financial thing. I
am desperate to move out!

- So what do you do?
- I’m an actress.

Oh.

- And how’s that working out for you?
- Erm...

Yeah, it’s OK.

She did an ad for an oil company once.
That ticked a lot of boxes for dad.

- So what about you, Felipe?
- Me?

Oh, I play video
games for a living.

You see, we’re both
disappointing children.

But I’m definitely the
most disappointing.

I thought me and my
dad was complicated.

Hmm.

This is it.

The desk where Alberto
created Golden Legacy.

Have less than thou showest,

Speak less than thou knowest,

Lend less than thou owest.

Oh, you know your King Lear.

I did it at school.
I was the Fool.

Hmm, controversial casting.

It's the receipt for the
compass. And two prototypes.

Wow. The original
Golden Legacy clues.

Have you ever tried
to solve one of these?

Nope.

Well, I guess you don’t have enough
lateral thinking, persistence or bravery.

Er, I have plenty of all of
those, thank you very much.

Just imagine if we did solve
all these clues, Miranda.

Huh?

Got the GPS of the exact spot
the Golden Compass was buried.

- Dug it up.
- Oh yeah? And then what?

Deliver it to the
kidnappers for the big swap?

Max!

A British man named
Edmund Burgess

threatened to sue Alberto earlier
this year for two million euros.

- Why?
- I don't know. It doesn’t say.

Looks like the case
never made it to court.

Well, there’s someone who could have
an axe to grind against Alberto.

Oh, my God.

These are Alberto’s
notes for Golden Legacy!

- Ah...
- ♪ Ahh ♪

- N... no.
- It’s evidence.

Papa Missed call

Oh, no! Gotta go.

Papa!

I waited for half an hour
for you at the airport.

- I took a taxi to the hotel.
- I’m sorry. I was on a case. So, er...

Yeah.

Did a drunken tourist
lose his wallet?

Yeah, er, erm... Actually,
it’s a missing person,

so I’m afraid I can’t stay.

Typical.

Well, erm, welcome
to my paradise!

Oh, great to see her again.

Oh, yeah. I, er...

I gave her a wax specially.

Sorry. Erm, that’s Miranda.

- I’ll just clear that away...
- Miranda?

I thought her name was Carmen?

Erm...

That’s all he said about Carmen?

That he wasn't that surprised?

I think he was confused.

He kept asking if you
were my girlfriend.

Winter! Blake!

- Anywho, I left him with Christian.
- Hm.

Yeah, maybe he’ll bring out
dad’s inner party animal.

I gave them a
Golden Legacy clue.

Dad likes to be busy.

Well?

No sightings of the white van, no
word from Alberto’s mystery benefactor

and I’m still waiting on details
of that compensation claim

from Alberto’s solicitor.

Well, we had no luck tracing
the kidnappers’ email

so, in other words,
we have nothing.

Not quite.

The good news is

Alberto’s notebook was
very, very helpful.

- What the hell...
- Don't.

It gave me answers to clues at

Soller train station,
Alcudia City Walls,

Castell de Bellver
and Banys Arabs.

So, I’ve now got six
of the GPS numbers.

Six.

So I can now confirm the golden
compass, AKA Alberto’s ransom,

must be buried somewhere here.

That’s nine hundred square
kilometres. At least.

Well, yes,

but Alberto’s notebook also reveals
that one of the four remaining answers

is near Es Pontas.

I don’t even know where that is.

It’s a rock in the sea.

Oh, don’t tell me you’re
going along with this rubbish.

Just, just get him
back. Get him back.

Bravery, persistence,
lateral thinking...

- Compañeros?
- No.

- A rock.
- Yup.

In the sea?

- Can I have a go?
- Nope.

To the left.

Straight on.

There it is.

A rock in the sea.

According to Alberto’s notes,

we should be able to see
a Mallorca flag from here.

There it is!

Woo! Woo hoo!

- What about that thing?
- Huh?

- It's not a number.
- No, it's an eye.

Like in the clue.

And there’s another
one. Over there!

It's two eyes.

Both looking in this direction.

Brilliant!

- Woo! What a team, eh?
- Max!

Oh, no.

There must have
been a freak wave.

No, it was your
rubbish knot, Max.

It was a double half hitch.
I learned it at Wolflinge.

I was a silver pioneer.

Why the hell did
I agree to this?!

Hey! Woohoo! Can
you get our boat?

Can you get our
boat? Thank you!

Thank god.

Thank you very much.

Did you use the wrong knot?

- Nope.
- Yes.

Right, well,

one good turn and all that.
What’s the answer to the clue?

That's why you’re
here, isn’t it?

It’s six.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

OK.

So, erm, how many
answers have you got?

Seven now.

- There's only three more left to go.
- Same here.

We know Alberto Alvarez.

It’s just terrible
what’s happened to him.

It's awful.

Actually we’re with Palma police.
We’re looking into his disappearance.

Yup. So you could help
us get Alberto back

by sharing answers
we don’t have.

Ah, sorry.

But it would actually help
to save Alberto’s life. So...

Ned’s a bit competitive.

Yeah.

Wow. With friends like that...

He's a little worried.
Because we look like winners.

Nineteen hours to go.

No more detours. OK, Max?

Huh? Sure.

- Hey guys.
- Max?

- Want one?
- It’s a flying visit.

I told Miranda I was
getting a sandwich.

- Successful morning then?
- Oh, yeah.

Three hours in the Military
Museum. Dream come true.

- You liked the anti-tank gun.
- Yeah, that was ok. And the bayonets.

But the rest? Forget it.

- Well, I actually enjoyed it.
- Oh.

Here.

It's code for canons.

There are four of
them in the museum.

- That’s your answer.
- That's amazing. Thanks, Dad.

Once I worked out that he was
actually using the Alberti cypher

it was actually pretty easy.

Hey.

You seriously think this
could save that man’s life?

Absolutely.

Well?

Alberto paid for the
gold with his own money.

- How?
- He transferred three million euros

from his own offshore
account four months ago.

Three million euros?
He’s a geography teacher!

So you had no idea he had that
money or where it came from?

No.

He definitely didn't
share any with us.

Two weeks ago your father withdrew
six thousand euros in cash.

Do you have any idea
what that was for?

Who would stand to benefit
from your father's fortune?

Look, we told you, this is
the first we’ve heard of it!

- Wait, if there is no benefactor...
- Then, yeah.

It’s possible that no-one else knows
where the golden compass is buried.

Then how are you going
to pay for the ransom?

Oh, don’t worry, Miss Alvarez.

We’re going to find
that compass ourselves.

I can’t believe
you just said that.

I just wanted to
give them some hope!

- Oh, finally!
- What?

They’ve found the white van.

Returned to Budget Van
in Manacor earlier today.

Adhesive on the windows.
Registration plate tampered with.

This is definitely our van.

So what has it given us?

This is the guy who hired it.

- Dev Harris.
- Mm-hmm.

Do we think that's an alias?

Not clear yet. We
are running searches.

And I'm chasing London
on Edmund Burgess.

And we've got one hour till we’re
due to hear from the kidnappers.

Got it!

The first bit of this clue
is a dingbat of Lost City.

- Max...
- I once read a novel called Lost City.

- It’s about scuba diving.
- OK, please!

We've got twelve hours to
save this man’s life. OK?

The kidnappers are due to
make contact any minute.

Concentrate on the case.

Miranda.

Miranda!

Thanks for coming dad.

Are you absolutely certain this is
what you should be doing right now?

Yes.

OK.

Just like old
times. Red Sea 2003?

Yes. Though please don’t
get another nosebleed.

Hola, Blake.

For God’s sake, Max. Pick up.

Just pick up the phone.

“ROCA X YORE".
That’s code, right?

I think it's an anagram.

Yeah.

Like an arch!

Let's try it!

Treasure.

Are you having a nice time? Are
you having a nice time in there?

Out!

Unbelievable.

- That was quite fun.
- Yeah, it was.

So look, Max,

There’s something really important
I need to discuss with you. So...

Let's do dinner.

Sure.

Hey, Miranda.

Only one more clue to go.

- You absolutely...
- So this is the famous Miranda?

Oh, yes. Erm, nice to
meet you Mr. Winter.

Sorry I can’t stay and chat.

Max, someone’s come forward.

They’re on their
way to the station.

Now!

A few days before
Golden Legacy launched,

my dad, he called
me up to his study.

He swore me to secrecy,

then he told me he was trusting me with
the location of the golden compass.

He wanted me to take it to the police,
but only if his life was in danger.

I asked him why
he had chosen me.

Why not Reyna?

And he said he’d seen Reyna
stealing money from his study.

He wasn’t sure he
could trust her.

Why didn’t you
come to us before?

Because I really did think
this was a publicity stunt.

But if there is no money man
to come to save him, then...

39.658333.2.47566

It's the wrong
side of the island.

How deep down would
he have buried it?

Deep enough to stop a dog
digging it up by mistake.

Thanks.

Still nothing from
the kidnappers.

News on Dev Harris, though.

Turns out he’s one of
Alberto’s former pupils.

Clearly didn’t rate
him much as a teacher.

So,

it turns out that all
that glistens is not gold.

- What?
- Mm.

- Solid brass.
- It’s one of Alberto’s prototypes.

Great! So we don’t have
a ransom to hand over!

Why the hell would he leave
instructions to a brass fake?

I don’t know.

But it means the real golden
compass is still out there.

Yeah.

Ah, we’ve found Dev Harris.

Someone saw Harris at a
grocery store down the road.

They recognised
him from the news

and followed him back to
an abandoned flour factory.

Hello?

- Hello!
- Jesus Christ!

Please, don’t kill me.

I, I have money or...

Oh, thank god.

Dev Harris. We’re arresting you
for the kidnap of Alberto Alvarez.

- Where is he?
- I think I need a lawyer.

We've got ninety minutes
to get a location from him.

I’m afraid we’ve got a bit
more time than that now.

Oh, no.

Found by a walker.

The crushed bones suggest
Alberto’s body was dropped

from one of the
cliffs in the area.

And based on the tide,

he was washed up here sometime
late yesterday evening.

- Yesterday?
- Sí.

You said “body”. So he was already
dead when he was dropped off the cliff?

This... is what killed him. Mm?

And it’s not from
landing on a rock.

So he wasn't shot?

I’ll obviously do
all the DNA checks.

Ah, and one more thing.

I found these in his pockets.

Our father didn't
deserve to die.

He could be a really
difficult person

but he really wanted to make
the world a better place.

Did you know he was ill?

Ill?

No.

Your father was
undergoing chemotherapy.

Alberto had advanced
bladder cancer.

He’d arranged to write his will
with his solicitor next week.

Golden Legacy.

That was his legacy.

His solicitor also shared
the secret of his wealth.

He invested ten thousand euros
in Bitcoin over a decade ago.

And cashed out at
three million euros.

- Clever man.
- Here's the thing though.

Those ten thousand euros were
lent to him by Edmund Burgess.

The bloke who wanted to sue him?

Burgess clearly thought
that he deserved a share.

I'm getting him traced.

Oh, please tell me you
have some good news.

I found carpet
fibres on our victim.

But no identifiable DNA.

Nor was any of Alberto’s
DNA at that flour factory.

- Damn it.
- Mm.

Taken by a member of the public.

They are saying we
failed him, Winter!

Palma Police wasting time on a swim?
Get me a confession from Harris.

Five thousand euros.
Found in your possessions.

Who were you working with?

- Was it Edmund Burgess?
- Who?

What did he do to upset you?

Upset me? Nothing.

Mr. Alvarez was the best
teacher I've ever had.

See, I’m missing the
comedy here, Dev.

Alberto’s in the morgue

and if you killed him, forensics
will confirm that very shortly.

Wait, what?

He's dead?

My strong advice to
you is to own up.

A confession now could take
years off your sentence.

No. Er, no.

I didn’t kill
Mr. Alvarez! Oh, my God!

I’ll show you where I took him.

This is where you
brought Alberto?

And then he gave me the
five thousand euros.

Plus the rent that I’d
paid for this place.

- Sorry, who did?
- Mr. Alvarez.

Mr. Alvarez paid me to kidnap
him and bring him here.

The last I saw of him was when
he walked through those doors.

This isn't a prison.

It's a hideaway.

Geocaching

So, Dev bumps into Alberto
four months ago in Palma,

Dev tells him that he's skint.

Four weeks ago, Alberto
gets back in touch with Dev

and asks him to
stage this kidnap

and then to lie low for
a few days afterwards.

It's only because Dev messes up and
goes to the shop that we find him.

Yeah, but why was Alberto
faking his own kidnap?

All Dev said was it was
something that he needed to do.

Fakecompass

There has to be a
clue in this computer.

Hm. Edmund Burgess is a
British landscape gardener.

Living in Mallorca.
Look familiar?

Alberto was a friend.
Or so I thought.

My dad had died and
left me some money.

That’s why he asked me to lend
him that ten thousand euros.

Hmm. And thanks to
you he made a fortune.

But wouldn’t give
you a cent of profit.

Alberto seemed like
this really warm guy.

But when you got close you
found out he was made of ice.

You must have been livid when
the court threw your case out.

See, we think you somehow found
out where Alberto was hiding.

- What?
- You confronted him.

Demanded he tell you where
the compass was buried.

- I mean, he owed you that.
- Maybe he told you.

Maybe he didn’t. But either
way your anger spilled over.

Yeah he owed me alright.

That’s why we’ve spent the past three
months working on his bloody puzzle. But...

kill him? I’m not that crazy.

Ned has been with me every
minute of the past few days.

And this might surprise you
but he hates confrontation.

Well if they are the killers, there
is no sign they did it in there.

OK. Well look, whoever
killed Alberto,

let’s just assume they
got the location from him,

they dug up the compass.

Remind me what forensic
evidence they may have left?

Footprints, fibres of clothing. A
cigarette butt if it’s your birthday.

But I would get there
quickly if I were you.

You need to secure
that crime scene.

OK, last clue. We
can solve this, Max.

That's Mary. But why has
she been crossed out?

This painting. I’ve
seen this recently.

Come on, Miranda.

That's it. “Saints Bartholomew
and John with Donor.”

Nice work.

Erm, churches on Mallorca named after
Saint John or Saint Bartholomew?

Erm...

Well, there’s a St.
Bartholomew's church in Palma.

St. Bartholomew formerly
known as Santa Maria!

That's it, Max! That
is where the answer is!

Lateral thinking.

- Compañera?
- Just get there.

What do those mean?

Follow the line.

But is it up?

Or down?

It’s in the crypt!

18.

- The answer's 18.
- Thanks, guys.

Hey!

Right, I’ve got a
compass to dig up.

- Open this door, Burgess!
- Or what?

You’ll lock me up for a month?

- I’ll take that for a million euros.
- Wait, wait, wait, please!

You can keep the compass, OK?

Just let forensics check
the location first.

You accused me of murder. Why
the hell should I trust you?

Why did you shout
out the answer?

What’s so funny, Max?

17.

You said 18.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. I heard
someone following us

so, er,

those two will be way
out when they dig.

I reckon he followed me to the
aquarium and took that photo.

Probably followed us
to the rock as well.

Where's the lever?

For the secret exit.

Come on, Miranda.
There’s always a lever.

This is it, Miranda.

X marks the spot.

There's been no digging here.

- No one’s touched it.
- Damn it.

If Alberto kept his secret till
the end, why was he killed?

And why put a fake compass on
the other side of the island?

The answer's on that
computer. I know it.

Ugh, it’s another one
of his bloody puzzles!

What if the solution
is the solution?

Now that, Max Winter,
is lateral thinking.

- It looks like some kind of tracking app.
- Serpent’s Tooth...

Where have I heard that before?

Well, whatever it
is, the black disc...

That's quite close.

It's in the building.

It's in this room.

He put a tracker in
his fake compass!

Oh, great. Course
he did. Yeah.

Something else that makes
absolutely no sense whatsoever...

Yup. And neither
does this white disc.

- Max?
- Yeah?

You have a visitor.

Dad? Are you alright?

So he died then?

The man you were
supposed to save.

Yes, sir.

Do you know the real reason
why I came to Mallorca, Max?

To help you!

I was going to tell you that
although time is not on your side,

there is still a place for you
back in Munich, in the firm.

But what do I find?
You’re totally unsuited.

You’re an unsuccessful policeman
messing around with puzzles.

You can’t even take
care of my car!

It’s so disappointing.

How much sharper than a serpent's
tooth it is to have a thankless child.

What?

King Lear! That’s it!
That’s the answer!

Max? White disc is on the move.

Yeah, and I think I
know why. Thanks, Dad.

You’ve helped us
a lot, honestly.

Oh...

Listen,

I’m sorry if you feel
I’ve let you down.

There were two Golden Legacies.
One was a real treasure hunt.

- The other was a loyalty test.
- OK, go on...

- Alberto had a fortune, right?
- Mm-hmm.

And not long to live. But
he mistrusted his children.

So he challenged them to
prove their love for him.

- Just like King Lear.
- Exactly.

You see, he didn’t just entrust
Felipe with a secret location.

He did the same to Reyna.

And he buried the other
brass compass there.

Also with a tracker inside.

Then he staged his
kidnap and waited.

With dad’s life on the line,
how would his kids respond?

Well, one demonstrated his love by
coming to us and sharing his information.

- And the other showed her greed.
- There you go.

Max.

She's speeding up.

We need to get our hands
on that fake compass.

Could be the murder weapon.

- Oh, God!
- Don't move, Reyna!

Please!

Listen. We know you must have been
angry when your father told you

that you failed his test.

He treated me like
an experiment.

A tiny fraction of his fortune
would have made my life bearable.

So he just watched me suffer. That’s
why I had to take the compass.

Then yesterday he
surprised you...

I imagine he told you
the compass was fake.

And that he’d watched
you betray him.

And that he now knew he
could never trust you.

If I am a monster, it’s
because I was raised by one.

- Wait, leave it!
- It's too late, Reyna!

If you push it into the
sea, you'll go with it.

I'm sorry if it wasn’t quite the
visit you were expecting, Dad.

But, erm, at least,

we made the front page.

Mr. Winter.

Your son cracked a
really challenging case.

And that happens
quite a lot here.

He’s one of the best detectives
I’ve ever worked with.

And you should be proud of him.

I’ll go wait in the car.

I’m getting her a
full valet tomorrow.

The car, not Miranda.

About Miranda...

I feel twenty kilos lighter.

I love my dad.

And I’ll be very happy
for him to visit again.

In about six year’s time.

Any last minute
pearls of wisdom?

Nothing I didn’t know already.

I feel a bit sorry for them.

I don't.

Hmm.

Bet you’re itching to dig it up.

Well, we solved the puzzle.
That’s enough for me.

We have an expression in German.

"Vorfreude ist die
schönste Freude."

It basically means I enjoy
the chase more than the catch.

So about what you
said to my father...

Yeah, it's true.

You’re definitely one of the best fifty
detectives I’ve worked with in my career.

Wow.

Well, you’re definitely the best Welsh
female detective partner I’ve ever had.

This season on The
Mallorca Files.

Let's do this.

You're fast. But
you're not that fast.

Ramon Silva is

Europe's most notorious
and successful conman.

Whoa!

But an escaped prisoner
though. Kind of interesting.

It's hardly Hannibal
Lecter, Max.

I need my most diplomatic and
sensitive officers on this case.

Suddenly they're
not available. So...

Yup, Max Winter is on the case!

I got a new job.
It's in Madrid.

This is a relationship,
Max, not cage fighting.

- I think you need to kiss me.
- I need to kiss you?

Your skills. We are only human.

You know what's the
difference between you and me?

I want to be here more than
I want to be anywhere else.

Palma Police! Drop
the gun! Drop the gun!

I want this case closed!

I really think we're a great
team. The perfect match.

- Thanks, Max!
- I was talking to the car.

Guard down! Guard down!

Max!