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(Loud crash)

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Run! Run!

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Why didn't you tell Dad they stole our car?

They didn't steal it. They just
borrowed it without permission.

They'll turn up soon, Eddie.

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I love it. You're the
best spider drawer I know.

Lisa, what colour do you want, darling?

Let's see.

I want the colour, um, red.

Good choice.

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ANNOUNCER: ... overnight lows of zero
in parts of the city and the Ranges.

And the cold snap looks set to
hang around well into next week.

Spare a thought for the poor Prime Minister

sweating it out at the
Asia Pacific Delegation.

Word has it...

You're driving, er, quite aggressively.

Yeah, well, it's probably 'cause

I'm gonna be aggressively
late to work again.

If I don't get a story soon,

I'll be aggressively demoted out the door.

What are you doing?

There's a leaf in there. It's making
a very... like a pht, pht, pht, pht!

It's really, I dunno, disconcerting.

Well, how do you like head-on collisions?

They're not too disconcerting for you?

- That's sarcasm.
- Yep, sorry.

What are you doing? This is
Callum. Work's right at Callum.

Yeah, well, just this once
you're gonna have to be late.

Right, don't get out of the
car. Don't talk to anyone.

Just stay in the car.

Don't get out of the car. Stay in the car.

You're making the same point twice.

Not ideal, in your line
of work, I'd have thought.

- Stay in the car.
- One more for good luck.

- MAN: Glynnis?
- Glynnis.

Figure out what you can on vivisection.

I know it's unethical
but I'll make an exception

for the fuck knuckle who's
writing the PM's Twitter stream.

Hold on, that'd be one of your
Einsteins, wouldn't it, Soph?

Afraid not. He's still very
keen to pen them himself.

- 5:56.
- We'll do this on the run.

Hm.

Kids Off The Couch, it's a what?

It's an after-school health initiative.

The PM is obsessed with
healthy small people.

- Capital works announcement?
- Regional roads.

Ah, the pointy end of government today.

And there's talk of some journalists

being detained for
questioning in Pyongyang.

Anyone we know?

Three Americans, two Brits, one Aussie,

but she's been living
in the UK for 10 years.

Hardly belongs to us anymore.
Who's the lucky spokesperson?

Minister McMahon.

Then you write his answers out.
You have to write his answers out.

He's got the IQ of a numbat.

- I wrote them out.
- You did?

Can I just say, you've
been spectacularly trained.

Shall we?

Oh, Mr Banks, your special friend.

They don't revoke your gallery pass

when you only show up three times a year?

The limit for membership is two, actually.

Er, Keats, I need you.

- Yeah, I'll be right there after the briefing.
- Er, now.

(Sighs) Does the Prime
Minister know about this?

No.

No, and the thinking is

it'd be best to keep him at arm's
length with this until, um...

... until we know how
the dust is gonna settle.

Arm's length? You wanna talk
me through 'arm's length'?

Everything will go through me.

Your job's to protect the PM,

so for him to be able to say,
'Hand on heart, I didn't know,'

I think is the best possible
position at the moment.

So we need to, um... need to
give the reptiles in the gallery

something to chew on instead.

That needs to go out today.

- Christ, Ian. I don't know.
- It's not a conversation, Randall.

You're the javelin catcher.

You feel squeamish about it, feel
free to take the hit yourself.

(Opens door)

Dr Enid Shore.

Enid Shore. Enid Shore.

En... Sure thing, Enid.

(Turns on fan)

(Turns off fan)

To be sure, Enid.

Minister, Peter Lawson,
National News Australia.

What can you tell us
about the Australian woman?

What's she been accused of?

Well, as I understand it,
there are always grave concerns

when it comes to... when it
comes to places like this.

Er, perhaps I could add
a little more detail.

I've just received a DFAT update

the minister hasn't had
the benefit of reading.

The Australian journalist's
name is Sarah Caville.

The North Korean Central News
Agency just released a statement

confirming the detentions.

Discussions are in progress

to set up non-resident
countries to handle the situation

and we're confident the matter
will be resolved quickly.

That's what they said about
Tehran's Black Sunday, wasn't it?

I know she's one of your colleagues

but let's try not to
get ahead of the curve.

- Will we get a statement from the Foreign Minister?
- Yes, most likely.

MAN: Can you tell us what the
Australian government is doing

to secure the journalists release?

- Put the box down on the ground in front of you!
- (Wails)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Put
the box down in front of you!

- It's OK.
- Put the box down now.

Officer, this is my brother. It's OK...

It's just a misunderstanding.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Jesse, just gonna have to
put the box down, mate, OK?

No! I don't wanna put my hands on my head!

I know. OK, they'll stop shouting
at you if you put it on the ground.

Just please do it, Jesse. Come on, mate.

- Put the box down now.
- That's it. Pop it on the ground.

- Thank you, mate.
- Come on. Step away from the box.

Sir, do not touch the box!

It's just pills in the box.

- You're angry, aren't you?
- I told you to stay in the car.

Didn't I say that, 'Stay in the car'?

Yeah.

I'm not angry.

So... why did you decide to
send your medication back?

- I don't like it.
- Well, talk to Dr Shore again.

Haven't we been through this 100 times?

You can't just decide to stop taking it.

Yeah.

Are you finished or do
you need to back inside?

'Cause I'm 67 minutes late for work.

(Sighs)

(Yawns)

Wow. You look awful.

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm afraid I can't return the compliment.

We need a, er, press release
with a distribution list of one.

Randall, this is Graeme.

Have you taken to stating the
obvious or is this just a one-off?

Why?

I've neither the time nor energy

to run you through the plumbing on this one

and while Poulson is a
thoroughly lovely bloke,

albeit with a terrible case of halitosis,

everyone knows that the only reason
he got a seat at the big table

is 'cause he supported the
PM on the Clean Energy Bill.

Are you trying to make me
feel better about knifing him

or yourself?

Sophie, I thought we were
done with the hand-holding.

- What's the timeframe on it?
- Now.

It's a shame you had to run off.
Things were getting interesting.

If you're here to gloat,
I'm gonna change to whisky.

Two whiskies, please.

- The more things change, hey?
- You know Jesse has a condition.

Really? Selfish, manipulative
pain-in-the-arse-itis

is a condition now?

- Haven't we had this argument already?
- Oh, only about five or six times.

But I think the last time he'd just
flushed my keys down your toilet.

- Oh, yeah.
- And you were assuring me

that he was perfectly
well. He was just a prick.

Needs to go out fast, it
obviously needs to be unsourced

and if my name ever gets a mention
I will personally hunt you down...

Take my eyes out with a fork.

So why do I get lucky?

Because the editorial
standards at Password are so low

I can rest assured it's not
gonna get snarled up in red tape.

(Gentle guitar music)

(Door opens)

Missy?

Early start in the morning,
Miss. Might be time for bed.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What?

What's going on?

What is it?

Eh?

Oh, Miss! You bought a bra?

- Where'd you get it?
- Online.

Paid for with what?

I... I asked Dad if I
could use his credit card.

Did he know what you were buying with it?

- God, Mum!
- Did he?

Why do you have to make
everything so complicated?

- (Generator stalls)
- Oh, shit.

(Banging sound)

Miss?

Who's there?

- (Banging sound)
- Who's there?

OK, let's get you in the kitchen.

Miss, start up the generator.
Gonna need some light in here.

Clarence... Clarence, where are you hurt?

Is it here?

- Hey? Hmm? What about here?
- (Generator whirrs)

Christ. What happened to you?

Clarence, you have to
tell me where you're hurt.

It's... it's not my blood.

Miss, go call Dad, eh?

Go!

Clarence, where's Sheyna?

I... I dunno.

Clarence...

... is it her blood?

Clarence, where is she?

Clarence?

I dunno.

- What do you mean you don't know?
- I can't remember!

'The question is whether the
PM is going to let the Kims

use five human carrots to get
Washington to come to tea...

new para, or whether they'll be

marched out for firing squad practice.'

No, don't tell me. It's coming.

Um, you're here on work
experience? No. No, that's not it.

Er, you're the photocopy guy. No?

For a second, I thought you might
be our political correspondent but...

The Minister for Energy and Resources...

The Honourable Graeme Poulson. What of him?

... Got into a bit of a biffo
with a service station operator.

- Happens to the best of us.
- Yep.

He was at a party with the
service station dude and his wife

and he went the grope.

- You got pictures?
- I do.

Outraged husband. The groper of
the hour and his distraught wife.

It's pure scuttlebutt.
And there's no judgement.

I like scuttling butt
as much as the next man.

I just like to know why,

particularly when I'm
being asked to play hangman.

Yeah, with some ministerial grope
that's been in the bottom drawer

for... six months.

- You left on the barrier?
- Yeah, we went to Pearson's Corner.

Well, why?

She wanted to go home.

I wasn't ready.

I said we should go to the
gorge, watch the sunrise.

Well, that's very romantic.

So you went to the gorge.

Clarence?!

I... I... I dunno.

I can't get this straight in my head.

Here. Take it.

And then the next thing I
remember... I wake up on the ground.

No car.

No Sheyna.

How bad was the argument?

'Cause if it got outta hand...
or maybe she pissed you off?

'Cause sometimes stuff
happens, stuff you didn't plan.

- 'Cause her blood was all over you.
- For Christ's sake, Tim.

Well, I need to understand what happened.

I need to understand how
her blood got all over him.

- Mark?
- Thanks, mate.

- Yes?
- A lamb kebab with tabouli.

- Popping out, mate.
- Yep. Lettuce, tomato, onion.

- Lamb.
- OK.

Yeah, eight bucks.

- Sally!
- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Yes?
- Hey.

Er, no. This is not
good. You can't be here.

Or, more specifically, I'm
not allowed to talk to you.

Unless, of course, it's
directly related to work.

We can speak about kebab-related
matters if you want.

Maybe you can order.
How's that for a start?

Then the rest of us can
get on with our lives.

Everything, but I want light cheese.

We're out of light cheese.
We have ordinary cheese.

I can't have ordinary cheese.
I'm on a strict regime.

Perhaps you don't need the cheese at all?

Or even the kebab.

I beg your pardon, fuckhead?

Well, perhaps you and all those
people who asked for light cheese

on your stupidly
unhealthy kebab on Thursday

need to wake up and pass on
the experience altogether.

Fuckhead.

- Come on.
- Oh, just...

I don't understand,

'cause I do everything my
contract says I'm required to do.

Yeah, but it doesn't say in your
contract that you can tell people

what they should and shouldn't eat.

Am I meant to lie to them? 'Cause
I don't remember it saying that.

I'll need the uniform back.

I didn't mean right now.

Well, it doesn't make sense
that I would wear it home

in order to take it off and bring it back.

I'm sorry I wasn't able
to meet your expectations.

They're not gonna let
you on the bus like that.

He can wear one of mine.

(Door opens)

Um... Where is it?

I lost my job tonight, not
directly, but ultimately

as a result of your
lateness and for some reason

I can't even begin to get my
head around the idea of losing

my stupid, moronic, could be
done by a fucking monkey job

and having to look for

another stupid, moronic, could
be done by a fucking monkey job

is making me feel stressed. Yeah?

And as you well know, Ned, stress
is the, er... is the enemy of calm.

You can't have the modem, Jesse.

(Sobs)

Why are you being an asshole, Ned?

You know that half an hour
online doing something real

and the stress will be gone.

But you like making me
suffer, or... don't you?

I'll call Thom in the morning
and tell him that it was my fault.

What are you wearing?

(Mutters angrily)

Did you eat?

Will I make you something to eat?

(Slams door)

I know what you're doing,
Ned! I can smell it!

It's just a dream, Jess. Go back to sleep.

I'll help you clean up in the morning.

Very decent of you.

Alex Wisham.

- Hello?
- Hello, Alex.

My name's Ned Banks.

You don't know me. I got
your number from the school.

Yeah, look, I'm kinda in the
middle of something right now.

Er, yeah, I think that's why I'm calling.

I wanted to talk about
the student who's missing.

I'm a journalist.

I've gotta go.

There's bloody flies all over her!

(Tense music)

(Sobs)

(Wails) My baby!

(Wails)

(Wails) My baby!

Listen, Clarence, they're gonna
take her body to the hospital

and there's going to be an autopsy

and whatever happened,
anything you don't wanna say,

is gonna be there on a piece of paper.

There's a window of opportunity
here but it's a very small one

so you better take it.

Run! Run!

Run!

There was a man.

He was coming towards us.

Run!

Why run?

You didn't think he was coming to
help, to see if you were alright?

I... and I just left her there.

I just left her there with him.

You don't think it's a tiny bit convenient

that just now he remembers a man?

No, I don't.

Alex, what are you doing?

Half my life is in here.

Well, you know the
drill. It's a crime scene.

Yeah?

My year 3 maths tests,
are they a crime scene too?

Put it back.

You know what I don't understand
is that he has this accident

but he doesn't come to me or
his family, he goes to you.

He could hardly go home and say
he was out with Sheyna, could he?

You think he's worried about
what you'll do to him. God.

Kitty's gonna have a heart attack.

- When does she get back?
- She's coming back on the train.

Gets in Tuesday.

I'm gonna go get him a change of clothes.

(Footsteps approach)

Minister Poulson.

Reynolds suggested we put our
heads together before the statement.

I'm not sure if you've met my wife, Marsha.

No. Sophie Walsh. Good you could come.

- Sophie is director of comms.
- Morning.

How you holding up, guys?

I'll apologise now for the speed
and for stepping on Sophie's toes

but, er, I've just had the PM on
the line and he wants to make sure

that we're all on song.

When he gets off the plane
he's gonna make a statement

condemning the behaviour but not the man.

It's very good of him.

So, in a nutshell, one-off incident.

You'd been taking a lot of
painkillers for a back problem.

Heartfelt apologies to the woman
involved and to your family,

degrading to your wife, to your daughters,

women in general.

I know how it sounds. I'm
sorry. It must. Shall we?

(General hubbub)

Good morning. Minister Poulson's
gonna make a brief statement.

We won't be taking any
questions at this point

but the PM will speak to the issue

at the end of this afternoon's
session. Are we clear?

Er, morning, all. Um... (Clears throat)

I'd like to respond to an article

that appeared in a number
of this morning's newspapers.

The article in question referred
to an incident that occurred

several months ago now at a private
function that I was attending

where I behaved in a manner
which was entirely inappropriate

and unbefitting for my role
as a senior cabinet minister.

Recent times have been
difficult for my wife and I

and I have made some poor
decisions that I freely admit to.

Oh. Clicked the 100,000 hits mark.

'Minister for Sleaze!' number
six on the Password charts.

I don't know whether to
feel proud or ashamed.

Hi. You've called Alex. Leave a message.

Hi, Alex. It's Ned Banks here.

Sorry to call you and I
don't mean to hassle you.

I just wanted to talk about
what's happening out there.

(Hangs up)

(Phone rings)

- Ned Banks.
- It's Alex Wisham. You called me.

Oh, hi, Alex. Thanks for calling back.

It must be pretty chaotic up there
'cause it's your students, isn't it?

How are the other kids?
They must be feeling it.

Such a small class.
Must've hit 'em pretty hard.

- You're what, an internet newspaper?
- Yeah.

But we're not really different
from the traditional print media.

I have his phone. Clarence's.

- You do?
- Yep.

Is there something on it?

There's some pictures of them hanging out

and a video but I can't get it to play.

If you email it to me I might be
able to get someone to look at it

and, er, maybe this video might
shed light on the situation.

(Hangs up)

Oh, yeah.

- Can you open it?
- Not sure.

Might be an error in the video compression.

Can you fix that?

- Maybe. But I would need to get online.
- Yeah?

It would be easier for me
if you go to another room.

Can you just give me a hint?

Snowflake's chance in
hell or better than even?

I don't know yet, Little Ted.

How about you get me an
ice-block and I'll get to work?

Borderline sarcasm.

And fish cakes. I want fish cakes too.

Ned?

Um, there's still a chunk
in the middle missing, but...

SHEYNA: Say hi! (Laughs)

Hey...

Whoooo!

CLARENCE: What are you doing?

(Crashing, tyres screeching)

No. No! Please!

Please, stop...

I can't... I can't feel my legs!

I can't!

Run! Run! Run! Run!

Please, don't hurt me.

(Cries)

(Engine starts and revs)

Please!

Please don't hurt me! Please!

Please!

No! NO! No, please!

No, please! Stop it!
Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out please! (Screams)

(Loud crunching and grinding sounds)

I've gotta go back into work.

I want a reward. 30 minutes free play.

Do you really get it, Jesse, what
happens if they catch you again?

I get to spend some time in the big
house with the bars on the windows.

I won't hack. Cross my
heart and hope to die.

I will surf. I will
frolic in the cyber waves.

I will be a virtual porpoise.

(Screams) No!

No! NO!

Someone pushed her over the edge.

- How did you get the kid's teacher?
- This was in with the Poulson pics.

- What's it got to do with Poulson?
- Nothing I can see at the moment.

Definitely has the whiff
of dead dog about it.

OK, what are the heads or tails on this?

We hand it in to the police or...

Publish and see what
comes out of the woodwork.

Haven't we come over all
feisty and investigative?

(Types)

(Typing)

What the fuck?

Oh, shit. They've got me.

Come on! Come on, come on.
Some time today, please!

- 30 minutes, hey?
- Ahhh!

Why would you do that to me?!

This is your idea of being
a virtual porpoise, is it?

Nothing to say?

Those are all rhetorical
questions, are they not?

Those kids in the car, they hit a truck.

I imported it using a different program

which lets you advance
at single frame at a time.

You can see the licence
plate so I went looking.

- You traced the truck?
- I did.

Followed it back to a company in Canberra.

That's who I was arguing with just now.

What company?

Um, Ph... Ph... Phasinto?

Physanto?

- What do they do?
- I dunno. Research.

- Well, what research.
- I don't know.

Come on!

What are you doing?

When I was in there, in the system,

someone, one of their security guys, saw me

and somehow they managed
to sneak into my hard drive

and drop some malware.

- Why would they do that?
- To try and scare me.

And to have access to my
computer, to track my activities.

So I gotta erase the whole system.

Oh. I don't feel so good.

Oh.

(Vomits)

OK, OK.

(Door opens)

- What you looking for?
- Um...

Um, there was a little red
USB here in the shape... Oh.

(Text alert)

You're not hearing me.
It's completely frozen.

- What's up?
- Got a call from the web server.

Was some problem with our site...

no biggie but they would
send a report, which they did,

and there was a link with it.

Except it wasn't our web service
provider. Someone posing as them.

Don't know how you think I
was supposed to know that.

Perry clicked the link
and three seconds later

the whole site's frozen.

- Hey, see? Hang on. Don't panic.
- Oh.

Er, where's the video?
Where's the Lindara video?

- This is yesterday's edition.
- What?

We're missing a whole day's data.

It's reverted to yesterday's uploads.

That's not good.

- All my emails are gone.
- Jesus Christ.

- You've still got a copy of the video in your box?
- Yeah.

- Are you online?
- Yep.

Do you usually only have
one message in there?

Should I open this?

You emailed it from home from
your brother's computer which means

he still has a copy of the video, right?

No, he erased his hard drive.

He traced the truck to Physanto and
he was looking around in there...

- He hacked them. Let's call a spade.
- They attacked back hard.

29 messages from people complaining
they can't access today's edition.

- Any of them from the advertisers?
- Only the first 12.

Is there any way to find out who did this?

- Not if they're worth their salt.
- Well, who the fuck is Physanto?

They look benign, really, biotech,
advances in medical technology.

The teacher, Alex, has the kid's phone.

It'd be too risky to get her to email
it but if someone went out there...

(Knock at door)

Did I mention how attached
I am to that T-shirt?

Um, these are all grown from cuttings.

Oh. I'm not that into plants.

But the idea that you can hack off
what is effectively one of its limbs

and on a cellular level
messages crank into action,

a whole new plant grows,

a perfect biological
replication of the original,

that is pretty kick-arse.

I wish sometimes I could,
um, cut off my pinkie

and see if it would grow a new me.

I don't tell many people that.
Makes me sound like a psycho.

Which I'm not, by the way.

But, if I did grow a new me,

I wonder whether there'd be the
same, um, kink in the wiring.

I don't know if you've
noticed I'm a little different.

I noticed.

You should feel to just jump right on in

'cause I can just go on and
on and on an on with a...

Um... I, um, er...

... have trouble managing too
much, er, sensory input at one time

and in this instance there
was the whole tongue thing

and you were touching
my leg at the same time

and I can't be completely certain

but it's possible I just had an orgasm.

Sorry. I'm gonna take it as compliment.

Do you wanna go play?

Part of my suspended sentence is
not associating with people like you

and part of it is my computer

specifically ordered without a wi-fi radio.

Oh, how kind.

Doesn't he just think you're
gonna use your phone to get online?

I have an old one.

(Types)

Funny thing, perspective, isn't it?

'Cause we're all just made
up of the same things...

you, me, all your cuttings outside...

all just a collection of zeros and ones.

Depends on which way you look at it.
Peace of mind or nothing of value.

- Very poetic.
- (Laughs)

I found some stuff last night that...
well, I've not encountered it before

so I've no way of describing it.

So show me.

It's sorta connected to something
my brother's doing at the moment.

Thank you.

I got everything I could but I had
to get outta there pretty quick.

Eugh! Selfies are for posers.

That one.

- Could you open it?
- It's not standard encryption.

Which only makes it a more
interesting nut to crack.

Visiting was over 14 hours ago.

When are you gonna fuck off home?

When you tell me it's time to let him go.

And Missy, what, she
just takes care of herself

while you're here babysitting Clarence?

- Keisha's with her.
- Oh, Keisha.

There's another great influence.

Oh, don't even start with me,
Tim. You and your goddamn bra.

Do you know how hard it is to keep all that

grow-up-at-a-million-miles-an-hour,
pelvic-grinding bullshit at bay?

And you go and do something like that.

I asked her what she was buying and
she said she didn't wanna tell me

but she assured me it wasn't anything dodgy

and that's enough for me.

- It's women's business.
- Then why didn't she come to me?

I dunno.

Maybe she didn't want the
lecture that came with it.

(Whistling)

- Since when do you whistle?
- It's a fairly recent development.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- Um, sorry. I'll just...
- Yeah.

- Who's in our bath?
- Well, she's, um...

- Her name's Hani, I believe.
- Why is she in the bath?

- I have no idea.
- Have you two... did you...

She is just...

(Laughs) I mean...

(Whispers) Is it too early
to say that I love her?

When did you meet?

Oh, I dunno how you
assess these things. Um...

Been at a couple of the
same computer functions.

She's been by the van a few times.

Like four, perhaps five
hours, if you add it all up.

Well, it's a bit quick off the mark.

Um, Perry called. Said he'd booked
you a ticket to go to Lindara.

- Well, I can't go.
- Well, I said that it might be possible.

Since when has it ever been
possible for me to go away?

It's not usually, which you
obviously know, but things can change.

I think I'm ready, Ned.
Just a couple of days.

I'll watch some films,
invite a friend over,

maybe cook some dinner for her.

She might even stay the night.

I don't think it's a good
idea. You've only just met.

That's what people do, Ned,
they spend time hanging out

enjoying the company of
someone they just met.

- I wanna do it too.
- (Door opens)

I made a bit of a mess on the floor. Sorry.

That's... I love mess.

- Call me later?
- Roger. Wilco.

'I love mess'? 'Roger. Wilco.'?

Sorry. Sorry. But it's
nice. I think it's nice.

It's lovely that you like
her enough to lie to her.

Perry said he put $100
petty cash into your account

and that you should not drink it.

Your flight's in two hours,
apparently. I can help you pack.

So if you need anything just go next door.

Yes. They have my number.

- You need to relax.
- I haven't relaxed in 12 years.

It's not easy.

Bye.

- (Cries)
- Er, no.

Don't cry. It'll confuse things.

'Cause I was about to say this is
good. You should go away more often.

(Laughs) Yeah.

I... I know that it's probably
awful lots of the time,

all the lateness and the
patting and the particularities

but I'm not blind, like,
I see... I see what you do.

OK...

Alright. Let's go.

- (Starts engine)
- The airport.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

- You got a minute?
- Not really. Why?

Well, no, I just wanna know

if knifing Poulson had
anything to do with Lindara.

Er, sorry, Ned, I'm
just getting into a lift.

He wants to know how Poulson
is connected to Lindara.

It's complicated.

- How complicated?
- Some things are not worth knowing.

(Tense music builds)

Tim! Come here!

Jesus! Jesus!

- (Grunts and groans)
- Go! Go!

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