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-I didn't want to wake you. -(SCOFFS) What?

Well, that's why I slipped out. You looked serene.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Hi, Stella. -Hey.

Sorry I missed the pub last night. I was wrecked yesterday.

Oh, didn't have a late one either.

Just a quick bevvy with Stell and then Christian

and then, uh...straight home for Mum's classic carbonara, which...

-(CHUCKLES) -(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

-Cool. (CHUCKLES) -(CHUCKLES)

Um, so, I'LL cook for you tonight, then?

Yeah. That'd be great.

-OK. -OK. See you.

OK, bye.

She knows.

-She knows. -Michael, come on.

You don't know Audrey like I do, Stella. She's...

Perky.

Yeah.

(ENGINE REVS)

(STELLA STARTS ENGINE)

(SIREN WAILS)

Leon, need a rego check.

Tango Delta Sierra 671.

Brake.

OK, Beemer's registered to a Hugh Kreisler of Port Melbourne.

-Is it reported stolen? -Nope.

-(CAR HORN BLARES) -Shit.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(MAN GROANS)

-Get out of the car! -(MAN GROANS)

Any injuries? You right?

Stay there. Stay there! Stay there! Stay there. Stay there. Stay.

-You're right. You're right. OK. -Help me.

-Help me. -Stell! Med kit!

On it!

Leon, we need an ambulance down here.

Corner of Little Page and Armstrong streets, Albert Park.

-Where's he bleeding from? -Hang on. I don't know.

-Oh, Jesus. -What?

His, um...

..his penis has been cut off.

-What? -What is it?

(QUIETLY) His dick.

OK. You're doing really good. You're doing fine.

Just hang in there. Ambulance is on its way.

Did you check under the passenger seat?

Just the driver's. Michael, how are you doing?

-He's looking pasty. -Keep pressure on the wound.

Bloodless. Could be the size of a peanut.

-If he's lucky. Pop the boot. -No stone unturned.

-He's conscious. -Well, talk to him.

Mr Kreisler? Mr Kreisler, can you hear me? Sir?

Ambulance is on its way. We'll get you to a doctor in no time.

Can you tell me how, um... how, you know...how this, uh...

..how this happened to you?

Oh, God. (GROANS)

-I think he's in shock. -I'll get the blanket.

-Don't you dare vomit. -(GROANS)

Leon, where's that ambulance?

Should only be a couple of minutes away, Michael.

Thank you.

What happened to the driver?

Severed penis.

Oh, you're joking.

Not a subject I'd ever joke about, Audrey.

(SIREN WAILS)

-Got the appendage? -No sign of it in the car.

Is someone looking for it?

There's a 4-hour window to reattach, 10 if it's on ice.

-Guys, we've got to move. -Come on, let's go.

-Control the bleeding. -Car's a crime scene.

No-one within 10 metres, alright? CI's on their way to take a look.

These will have to be dry-cleaned.

You've got penis blood on your face.

-(SARCASTICALLY) Ha ha. -You do.

Leon, we need Kreisler's address.

(TYPES)

5 Connery Street, Port Melbourne.

SHANNON: (ON RADIO) We're going to go and check his house.

You know, I reckon life would be simpler without a penis.

Well, cheaper, at least.

I mean, I only have to look at Annie, and then - boom! -

another mouth to feed.

-One word for you, Christian. -Hmm?

-Contraception. -(CHUCKLES)

I can't stand condoms.

And Annie reckons the pill gives her cellulite. Huh?

(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUE INDISTINCTLY)

-Pull up here, will you? -Yep.

-Quit it! Oh, you stupid bitch! -Give me my money!

Oi! Hey, hey, hey!

Step away! Step away.

What's going on?

Miss?

-Nothing. Nothing. -Doesn't look like nothing.

She was trying to dodge a fare.

And you were just giving her some friendly encouragement, were you?

She was the one laying into me. Huh?

I offered to blow him.

And what's your name?

Melinda.

Christian, take 'Melinda' over there and have a chat to her, will you?

Come with me.

You want to take it further? Make it official?

Nah. Nah, forget it.

So, you're willing to forgo the fare?

-More trouble than it's worth, mate. -Fair enough.

Alright. You're free to go.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Alright, Melinda.

When were you last busted for soliciting?

Who says I'm soliciting?

Three months ago.

Oh, well, guess it's your turn again.

-Oh, f... Come on! -Stay there.

Now, wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.

What if I told you something about that cabbie?

Something like what?

He comes around here like clockwork. Every hour.

Supplies all the girls.

With drugs?

No, with dental floss.

Yes, with drugs.

Alright.

Get some details.

What I don't get is how you'd let anyone get that close to you

with a pair of scissors.

How do you know it was a pair of scissors?

-Could have been a carving knife. -Or a butter knife.

Most cases like this,

the assault's committed by the victim's sexual partner.

Ooh. Revenge for infidelity.

Bit of an overreaction.

Justified grievous bodily harm, in my book.

-Hey. -(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

-Stell. -Watch out.

Yeah, guys. I think this is where it went down.

Man, you getting this?

-I'll get onto the CI, shall I? -Yeah, please.

See who else resides at this address. Might give us an offender.

I'm going back downstairs.

-So, last night. -What about it?

-You tell me. -Well, you were there.

And I'll be there tonight if you want me to be, Stell.

-I mean it. -I know you do.

So?

Do you think this is the right time and place to be talking about it?

Yeah, I actually think it's a pretty appropriate place

to be talking about it.

OK, well, you're sick, so...

-I'm sick? -Yeah.

LEON: Uh, Shannon, CI's on their way.

Also, there's a woman registered as living at that address.

One Nicolette Frey, aged 34.

Not married to Kreisler. Maybe de facto.

Yeah, they've got a kid, judging from these photos.

We'll check Births, Deaths and Marriages and get back to you.

-Find anything? -Happy snaps.

-Did you get lucky? -(CHUCKLES) No. Nuh.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Nicolette.

My name's Shannon. I'm with Tactical Response.

Are you aware...

OK.

OK, calm down. He's at the hospital. He's badly injured.

No, you can't talk with him, but you can talk with me.

Do you have it?

-OK, get it on ice... -Leon, I need a position on a phone.

In a plastic bag. 'Cause of the frostbite.

Nicolette, this is very important.

I need you to get it into a plastic bag first, then get it on ice...

Why not?

OK, what is it you want?

Why can't you tell me?

Nicolette, we only have four hours...

OK, well, if you don't talk to me, I can't help you get what you want.

Hello?

Nicolette?

-Hey, Leon? -Uh, yeah.

Sounds like you've got a hostage situation.

Leon, how'd we go with Nicolette's phone?

Still working on the triangulation.

Looks like she might be on the move, though - somewhere in South Yarra.

I've put a KALOF out on her car. Dark grey Volvo.

Good luck. Volvos are a dime a dozen on that side of the river.

You were right about a kid, Shannon. Wayne Gordon Frey. Eight months old.

OK. Let's see if we can locate him, make sure he's safe.

We're heading to the hospital now to speak with the victim,

found out what the hell this woman wants from him.

And we need proof of life.

How do we know she still has it? Maybe she flushed it.

OK. Should just be down here.

Yep. There he is.

Alright. Next street on the right.

OK. I want you on foot. See if you can get up close.

No worries.

Leon. Christian's going for a close-up on this taxidriver.

10 bucks the dude's getting a hand shandy.

-(LAUGHS) -Leon!

If you make it a lobster, I'll take that action.

Lobster it is.

Here we go.

Show me the money, Leon.

No. Ah!

Alright, mate. Leg it back here.

If he is dealing out of the cab,

he'll have to hook up with his supplier sooner or later.

Copy that.

Hi. I'm here to see Hugh Kreisler.

Sure. I'll just page his doctor for you.

Thank you.

(ON P.A.) Dr Tregear to Emergency. Dr Tregear to Emergency.

Did you know that castration

actually helps to prevent male pattern baldness?

He still has his balls.

I know that. I'm just saying, you know.

When Audrey cuts my balls off, there is an upside.

-(CHUCKLES) -What's wrong?

-Why should anything be wrong? -Well, uh, you know.

It seems like you only ever sleep with me when something's wrong, so...

Don't make it into a bigger deal than it is.

-Last night, Stell, was different. -How?

-Wasn't it obvious? -Not to me.

I'm not... You gave more.

LEON: The answer's going to be no. Most definitely.

That's been my experience.

Unless you get the feeling she's just being coy

and waiting for you to ask the question.

(SIGHS)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

-Kerry? -Uh, Stefan, right?

-How's Tina? -Oh, Tina, you know.

Tina. She's Tina.

Have a seat.

Sleepy's my accountant. He won't bite.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, look, we'll just do this and I'll get out of your hair.

I'll make you a cuppa first.

Sit.

They've clamped the artery. There's a plastic surgeon on stand-by.

He's an expert in microvascular procedure.

We just need you guys to get back...

-Uh, Mr Kreisler, we... -Doctor.

It's Dr Kreisler.

Mate, do you, um...do you have any idea why she might have done this?

Postnatal depression.

Nicolette's become increasingly irrational since the baby.

-I thought I was on top of it. -Are you sure you're up to this?

Nic, it's Hugh.

No, just wait. Lis... Listen.

Listen to me, baby.

OK, we can discuss all of that rationally.

You just... You need to bring it in to the hospital.

Ask her what she wants.

Baby, just...

Just tell me what it is that you want.

Nic, I'm begging you.

Please. I love you.

-What did she say? -Nothing that made any sense.

-Yeah, well, what does she want? -She doesn't want anything.

She's completely lost it.

Leon, any luck on that trace?

Hang on. Give me a sec.

Can I ask what kind of doctor you are?

I'm a fertility specialist.

OK, I've got a general fix, Shannon. Docklands.

Is there any reason Nicolette would be in Docklands?

The nanny. We share her with another family.

She picked up the baby this morning.

They were taking all the kids out to Harbour Town.

So, what, you think she would harm the baby?

Yes, absolutely.

-Can you give us a moment? -Yeah, sure.

Attacks like this don't happen unprovoked.

-I provoked her, did I? -No.

It's obvious to me that something serious has gone down

between you and Nicolette...

Listen, in case you haven't noticed,

I'm the one with the most to lose here.

So, can you find her? Please? Can you do that?

Holly, this is Senior Constable Stella Dagostino

from the police Tactical Response Unit.

I need you to call me immediately on this number.

-No love. -Keep trying.

-Are you buying postnatal depression? -(SCOFFS)

Never heard of anyone having their dick cut off because of it.

Hey, Leon, I want you to run a full check on Kreisler

and anything you can get on Nicolette Frey.

There's more than a domestic dispute going on here.

And, Leon, this might help - the guy's a fertility specialist.

Now, that's what I call thick with irony.

AUDREY: You want kids, Leon?

What?

People have children for two reasons, Audrey.

One, ego. Two, fear of mortality.

I'm above all that.

Ah.

Maybe you're just taking advantage of being a bloke.

Put off the baby thing as long as you like.

-The horse is $100. -Yeah, yeah.

Syringe is free.

Thanks.

How long are you going to let this run?

Have you got a pressing appointment, have you?

Man, I wish I lived around here.

Yeah, well, wrong line of work, mate.

Alright. Just pull in over here. Just pull up there.

Alright. Back up. Back, back.

Lawson, there's a whole lot of shit on the table. Drugs, cash.

Alright, head back, mate.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PRESSES BUTTON) Yeah, Lawson, what's up?

Where are you?

I just had to head home for something. What's going on?

Well, we're at the back of 220 Marine Parade, Elwood.

Anything we should know about?

What are you doing there?

Well, we followed a dealer back here. We suspect it's a drug house.

Right. Well, why are you asking me?

'Cause we saw you leave here 10 minutes ago.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I was, um...

I was meeting an informant.

You working for Drugs now, Kerry?

Look, Lawson, just... just stay away from that house, OK?

(HANGS UP)

What does she want us to do?

SHANNON: Right, we're looking for Nicolette Frey.

Her licence is on our mobiles.

-And the nanny, Holly Teale. -STELLA: Excuse me!

Blonde hair. She's about 5'7", slight frame.

She's got three kids with her. One is Kreisler's baby.

The other two are both under 10.

Hi. Are you Holly Teale?

Alright. Do you want Retail City or Games Arcade?

Michael?

-AUDREY: Check this out. -What have you got?

I googled Nicolette Frey and this came up.

Uh, Shannon, looks like we've got something here.

SHANNON: Yeah? What have you got, Leon?

Turns out Nicolette's husband was a corporal with the Australian Army.

Died in Afghanistan two years ago. Roadside bombing.

So, what? She's a war widow who got on with her life?

Yeah, but get this.

Soldier boy actually froze his sperm before he went to war.

She went to court and won the right to use it.

Guess who her fertility doctor is.

Shit. Kreisler?

So, what? She went to be inseminated, then they hooked up?

Yeah. Sounds like a bit of an icky courtship to me.

Alright, see if you can confirm the connection.

Michael, have you ever thought a computer game is kind of like life?

Yeah, all the time, my friend. It's random. It's violent.

-Mmm. And over all too quickly. -Oh, you've got to expect that.

-$2 will never get you far. -(CHUCKLES)

'Lethal Enforcers 3'. Sick!

You don't play these stupid games, do you?

Don't be dissin' my childhood, Audrey.

What are you doing back here?

Lawson had some business to take care of. He dropped me off.

-What sort of business? -Didn't care to explain.

Actually, I've got some business to take care of myself.

What?

-Pay up, sucker. -Oh!

-Hey? -I was hoping you'd forget.

-Thank you. -SHANNON: Leon, I might have her.

-Nicolette Frey? -No, the nanny.

-Hi. Are you Holly Teale? -Yeah.

The nanny of Wayne Frey? Where is he?

His mother just picked him up.

Nicolette? When? How long ago?

Um, just a minute or two.

-OK, what was it? A minute or two? -Um, just one.

W-why? What's wrong?

Stella, Michael.

Nicolette's taken the baby no longer than a minute ago.

Michael, get on the exits. Stella, get the car.

-I'm onto it! -Copy that!

Come on.

Oh, Shannon. I've got her. Ground floor.

Headed for the eastern exit.

Nicolette!

I've got it! She's heading east, down the arcade.

Yeah! The parents' room!

Right, you watch the door.

There's another exit onto the street. Excuse me. Sorry.

I'm heading there now.

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

There!

Stella, meet us at the bus zone near the carnival.

Leon, she's heading east towards the city, and bub's on board.

Alright, Leon. We're following her now. Let's keep our distance.

We don't want to spook her into doing anything crazy.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Kerry, help me out.

I told you. I was seeing an informant.

That's bullshit.

Well, what do you think?

That I've got some smack habit along with everything else?

No, I wasn't. But...should I?

Talk to me, Kerry.

As police or as Lawson Blake?

How about as a friend?

My son's an addict. He was beaten up by his dealer.

He spent the night just, um...

..oh, he was begging me for help,

so I just had to get him through and...

You know, then I'll get him into rehab and...

So, you bought for him?

Yeah. Yeah. So he could think straight.

(SIGHS)

-Who else knows you were there? -Um...

Apart from you and Christian... just a friend. Told me where to buy.

So, a third party AND the drug dealer?

She doesn't know I'm a cop.

Well, did you touch anything? Did you leave any prints?

What if the Drug Squad busts her and your dabs are...

-Just don't. Just calm down. -Did you think about that?

I checked. There's no warrants on the place.

And what am I supposed to tell Christian?

(SIGHS)

Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea that James had a drug problem.

Do you really think that...

..this is the right way to go about helping him?

Well, what is the right way?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HORN BEEPS)

-Want me to drive? -Nah, I got it.

Everything good?

What is it, Christian?

Is Kerry's informant a drug dealer?

I don't know. Could have been any one of those blokes in there.

Does she have any idea?

She said she was meeting her informant. That's all she said.

So, what do we do?

So, there's been drugs dealt out of the house.

And just 'cause he's Kerry's informant doesn't make him immune.

No. No, it doesn't.

So, we're just going to walk away?

No-one said anything about walking away.

No-one's walking away from anything.

We'll just pass it off to Drug Squad.

We won't pass it off to anyone, OK? It's our job. We will deal with it.

OK.

Right. Two in the house, both in the kitchen.

We'll go in as soon as our mate in the taxi rolls up

and the deal goes down.

What, we're not going to wait for backup?

No. There's only three of them. We'll take them down no worries.

I'm in Nicolette Frey's bank records.

Don't you need three kinds of clearance?

Ah. There's more than one way to skin a cat, Auds.

I'm impressed.

Babe, I was daisy-chaining when you were in kindergarten.

Did that just sound as gay as I thought it did?

-Yes. -Oh, nice of you to join us, Kerry.

You're going to quite like this, actually. This fertility doctor...

Could you just, um, give us a minute there, Leon?

(PHONE RINGS)

-Kerry. -What are you doing?

Uh, we're about to bust the place.

So, if there's anything you need to do, I suggest you do it.

(HANGS UP)

-(RINGING TONE) -Come on, Nicolette. Pick up.

(PHONE RINGS)

(REJECTS CALL)

Where's she going?

(PHONE RINGS)

Nicolette, it's Shannon again. Please don't hang up.

What do you want?

I want you to pull the car over so we can talk.

I've got nothing to say to the police.

Look, we're just concerned for you and your baby.

I know you don't want to hurt him.

Who said anything about hurting Wayne?

-No-one's saying that. -Yes, you are! Did...

I would never hurt my baby.

Nicolette, let us take Wayne, and you and I can talk this through.

-No. You're manipulating me. -No. Nicolette...

You're using my baby against me. I know how that works.

I'm just trying to help you.

Nicolette, help us understand what's going on here.

Has it got anything to do with Gordon?

We know he was killed in Afghanistan.

You know nothing about Gordon.

What has Dr Kreisler done?

He said I'd hurt Wayne, didn't he?

Did he?!

That prick! (HANGS UP)

LEON: Gotcha.

Hey, Shannon. I think I've got something for you here.

Alright, what is it, Leon?

Nicolette's Visa card statement has a recent transaction for Ultra DNA.

It's a local DNA lab specialising in discreet tests.

What was the date of the transaction?

Uh, went through a week ago.

It's a good bet the results arrived in Nicolette's mail

in the last day or so.

So, what, the kid's not soldier boy's? Whose is it, then?

Dr Kreisler did the insemination.

What, with his own sperm? (LAUGHS)

Yeah, well, that would be grounds for getting your old fella cut off.

Hey, she's turning into Bank Street.

Hey, Leon, what's the address of Kreisler's clinic?

745 Bank Street.

Shit! (BEEPS HORN)

Move!

Get out of the way!

Nicolette!

-Gordon Frey. I want his file. -What?

Find it! Just get on the computer now!

-Nicolette! -Stay back!

I'm back. I just want you to tell us what you want.

I want what belongs to me.

-Get back! -MICHAEL: Nicolette! Drop that knife!

-Put the knife down! -Weapons down! Weapons down!

Nicolette, I need you to put the knife down.

Can you put the knife down for me? Just so we can talk.

-I'm worried about Wayne. -He's fine.

-Aren't you, sweetheart, eh? -(WAYNE CRIES)

What about Dr Kreisler? What about him?

If that creep wants his dick back, he knows what he's got to do.

-And what's that? -I want my husband's sperm.

Tell me where it is! Tell me!

The record says the deposit was used.

-You're listed as the recipient. -That's bullshit!

Nicolette. That's what the file says.

Nicolette. Wayne isn't Gordon's baby, is he?

And that's why you had the DNA test - to prove it.

Shut up! I am sick of you talking at me!

OK. OK, Nicolette. You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to call Dr Kreisler and find out what's going on.

OK? I'm going to hand you over to my colleague, Stella.

And Stella's just going to talk to you.

And I'm going to make that phone call and find out what's going on.

You check again! There must be some kind of mistake.

Nicolette, I'm Stella.

And I just want you to relax.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Do you have it? -Not yet.

I'm with Nicolette at your clinic

and there is something that she wants first

and I think you know what it is.

Look, you've got to understand that whatever I did for Nicolette,

I did it out of compassion.

STELLA: Tell me about your husband. Tell me more about Gordon.

Gordon was the best. He would have made a great dad to little Wayne.

-I'm sure he would have. -SHANNON: (ON RADIO) Stella.

There's been a problem with his sperm.

I need you to get Nicolette off the topic.

Nicolette, I understand that.

But right now, I need you to focus on the here and now, OK?

I just want... What's the problem with it?

-It wasn't viable. -I just want my husband's baby.

OK. Now, we're looking into that, but I need you to drop the knife.

I think we need to tell her the truth here.

Just get her off the topic.

Nicolette, I need you to put the knife down and we can sort this out.

She has nothing to do with this. We just need to make sure everyone's...

-I just want Gordon's sperm. -I don't think that's an option.

I want to have my husband's baby.

I understand that. Now...

Nicolette. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Stell.

My name's Michael. I need to tell you something.

And you're not going to like it, but you deserve the truth.

Nicolette...

..Gordon's sperm isn't viable.

What? No.

No. Hugh's a lying bastard.

He has no reason to lie, Nicolette. Not now.

No. I'm sorry.

But you deserve the truth and that's all I can give you.

Wayne might not be Gordon's son, Nicolette, but he is yours.

(SOBS)

If Gordon were here right now, what do you reckon he'd want you to do?

I don't know. I don't know.

I reckon he'd want you to do the right thing.

Nicolette, we really need to end this.

OK. (DROPS KNIFE)

You're doing the right thing, Nicolette.

I'm so... Oh, God!

I can take Wayne for you...

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Alright. We're on.

Yep.

Got it. Let's go.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION WITHIN)

On three, two, one.

Go! Go!

Police! Don't move!

-Don't move! Police! Don't move! -Don't move! Don't move!

Open up! Open up!

Arggh! Arggh!

One hand behind your back. Do it!

-You're under arrest. -What for? Taking a crap?

I never shit heroin, mate.

Hey! Lawson!

Arggh! Shit!

-You right? -The bastard bit me!

Yeah, it was my call to go in.

I mean...all the players were assembled, so, uh...

..we, uh...we went for it. Anyway, it'll be in the report.

Don't touch that.

Um, I'm Inspector Kerry Vincent from Tactical Response.

I'm just going to do a walk-through. Check my team's entry points.

-Hey. -Hey.

-What happened? -Junkie bit him.

Sperm bank register?

Yeah, I'm just checking the records.

Of Broznic, L. That's you.

I donated sperm when I was at uni. Gross.

Why? What was it? Fear of mortality or just plain old ego?

(SCOFFS) Neither. I just needed the money.

Besides, I figured it was maybe the only way

I could get some little Leons out there in the world.

(LAUGHS)

Hey. Hey, Christian.

How'd you go?

Oh, look, I won't get the results back for another three months, so...

And I've got to take a shitload of precautionary drugs.

-Yeah, yeah. I talked to the nurse. -Yeah.

Look, you know the chances of contracting something from a bite -

that's pretty remote.

Look, I'm not worried.

It'll take more than a biting tax accountant to bring me down.

(LAUGHS)

Shannon and I are going for a drink. You want to come?

Audrey's making me dinner, Stell.

Hey, Michael?

-Thanks. -For what?

For being there when I need you.

You mean when you need a root, Stell.

I had a miscarriage, Michael.

You had to know. Now you know.

-Audrey... -Forget about it.

I'm good at working stuff out.

Audrey, stop. We have to talk about this.

(SNIFFLES)

Would you like to go first or should I?

I'm sorry. There's no excuse for what I did.

Did you think about me at all last night?

Yeah.

I thought about you.

-I'm so sorry. -(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY)

-I didn't know about you and Stella. -It's an on-and-off thing.

I thought it was off.

I wish I could blame...drinking on an empty stomach, but I can't.

There's no excuse.

So, sorry, you're in an 'on' stage now? Is that it?

It's all off. I'm pretty sure about that.

(LAUGHS)

You know, I seem to pick this type of man

who starts off smart and interesting and ends up young and stupid.

I get disappointed.

I'm more annoyed at myself than anything.

-I thought I picked you better. -Audrey...

(GROANS)

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Kerry.

I did what I thought was right.

-Who for? -For you.

-I know you did. -How's James?

Oh, he's with a doctor. He's working out a program.

Inspector Vincent?

Yeah? Who are you?

Inspector Cox. Ethical Standards Department.

We need you to answer a few questions.

What about?

It's about a drug dealer in Elwood.