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Are you even looking at anyone else?

Raph?

Can you explain these bloodstains?

(SNAKE HISSES) (GASPS)

Twist's back.

I'm looking for Julian Naughton's killer.

I love the new house. I wish I could come see it for real.

Lilly, my daughter, is coming to visit.

You don't know how to drive a stick.

It's a smooth transition.

(ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL)

I'm calling in the loan, Ronnie.

Where am I gonna find that kind of money?

Could be a message -

they're coming for me.

And then maybe you.

You bury your past...

..or you burn it.

So imagine you're driving in the Grand Prix.

Two laps from the chequered flag.

A car length in front of your rival. Success is yours.

And then...bang!

(VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)

Your whole world goes sideways.

In my case,

it was the loss of my wife.

Victoria.

Raphael's mother.

(VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)

Terrified. The same feelings that brought you here to Family Tree.

(VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)

Too busy trying to look after myself,

my dental practice, my staff,

and I became blind to the signs.

No way. Not him.

That stuff happens to other families, not to mine.

Not to my kid.

(VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)

Searched a dozen squat houses to find him.

Because we'd do anything to protect our kids, right?

Absolutely anything.

(VIDEO REWINDS)

Because we'd do anything to protect our kids, right?

Absolutely anything.

They're our lifeblood.

SONG: # Underneath all my skin and bones

# Somebody take me home

# There lies an electric hum and drone

# Somebody take me home

# 'Cause the knives are so hot, my bloodstain's cold

# Days are so long I couldn't hold myself together anymore

# Somebody take me Somebody take me home

# Somebody take me home

# Somebody take me home. #

I want him arrested!

Arson. Trespass.

Damage to property.

Damage? To a rotting boat?

Just do your damn job like you should have done three years ago.

Alright? Oh, Max. Enough!

What? I'm glad it's gone.

What good's it done us?

It's not for us.

Uh... Raph! Hold up there.

Bart was a happy kid.

He'd want us to be happy.

Is that your handiwork back there? Yeah.

I'm over being the guy who killed his best friend

and got away with it.

If you want the cops bearing down on you,

you're going the right way about it.

Tell me you got something on my dad.

You and your partner.

Some evidence, links, something. Just...

We're working on it.

Well, work faster.

They didn't just kill him. They fucking torched him.

And that detective, she thinks it's me.

Look, you want my advice?

Be cooperative. Alright?

Just be honest with them.

You do that, it'll all come out in the wash.

Yeah?

How'd that work out for you?

Raph? Raph!

Get in. Get in.

Hey, we need to talk to you!

The snake keeps looking at me.

Not my snake.

Like I'm breakfast.

I don't like it.

And I don't like getting up at the arse-crack of dawn

to do sleave work, Deano.

But here we are.

Hair makes you look less intense.

If you scratch it this time,

I'm going to hunt you down and feed you to my snake.

Thought it wasn't yours.

250.

You just keep getting weirder.

(SNAKE HISSES)

You got something to say,

now would be a good time to spit it out.

Debbie found the shirt.

She turned it over to the cops.

What's left of it, anyway.

Your shirt? Yeah.

I did a shitty job of burning it.

(SCOFFS)

And why would you need to burn a shirt?

I was wearing it the night Dad...

It has blood on it.

Ha.

Whose?

Mine.

Sweeney know about this?

Yeah, yeah, she questioned me about it.

Alright. Then cut the bullshit.

What else?

There could be someone else's blood on it.

Jesus Christ.

Raph, are you OK?

Come here.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(CLATTERING)

Fuck!

(GROANS)

OK.

Ooph.

So, fun fact - the mulga snake is also known as the King Brown,

even though technically it's from the black snake family.

Mulgas are also known to bite humans while they sleep.

They also deliver 180mg of snake venom in one bite.

(SPITS, COUGHS)

Speaking of science...

Oh, fuck off. Eugh!

No. Hey!

Hey, some of that is still good.

You're gross. You know that, right?

Yeah.

Well, aren't you gonna ask me

how I know so much about the mulga snake?

Ah, I quit questioning your freakish recall a long time ago.

I got a new pet courtesy of you know who.

Yeah.

Twist paid me a visit.

Bryce can't help who his father was.

Bryce? Yep.

Still think I'm not a target?

Agh!

Anyhoo, that's my news.

What do you got?

And when I went to pick up my car from Mario's last night,

I did happen to see a red 1960-'70 type Jag just flying down the road.

You saw Julian's Jag? Yeah.

Somebody had it out for a joyride.

And you're only just telling me now?

You were off doing your snake thing.

OK, well, spring cleaning can wait, Conkaffey.

Actually, it can't. There's something I need.

Julian was completely drenched in leaded fuel

before he was set alight.

The Jag runs on leaded fuel,

so whoever's got it needs to fill her up eventually.

Right? And what do we need to make leaded fuel?

Amanda...

Meet me in the office in half an hour.

Oi, Simo, I need a favour, like, yesterday.

I need a list of everyone who's bought lead additive from you

in the last few weeks.

Oi, Wayne?

If you see Simo from the hardware store, tell her I'm in my office.

Yeah.

She, uh, already stopped by.

Come for the coffee,

stay for the people who bought lead additive.

What happened to your compartment?

What happened to you not interfering with my case?

I'm just looking for a missing car.

A missing dead man's car.

Can I have my list back?

Suppose I can't stop you from asking Simo again.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sweeney.

The prints from the lab are bleeding obvious.

Says yes.

Nasal tissue detected.

Not a passive stain, though. It was an impact stain.

Meaning?

Meaning blood nose brought on by a punch.

I could have told you that if you'd asked.

The interim report did find blood smeared under the arm

that are not a match for Raph Norton.

A-Negative? Correct.

His father's blood type.

How long till we get a DNA report?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Remember I said Raph messed up again?

I'm going to need coffee to explain this new level of dumb-fuckery.

Reckon Debbie dobbed Raph in so she could take over the family tree?

Possibly.

It's a good motive for murder, too.

Except Debbie's got about a dozen alibis

for the night Julian was killed.

Let's just worry about Raph.

The kid can't burn a shirt right.

No way he killed his dad.

Can't work out if he's crazy stupid or crazy scared.

Well, what did you do to avoid going back inside?

I'd ask you the same thing,

but we already know the answer, don't we?

Nothing.

We've had this conversation.

What about that... that Innocent Ted website?

You've seen that?

I mean, come on.

Not gonna bring me back my marriage or convince anybody...

Jesus, Mr Glass Half Empty.

Sorry for the wait.

What can I get you?

Long black and 12 years of my life back.

I'll wait for you outside.

Better make that two.

You want to have a go as well?

Would that make you feel better?

'Cause I got to tell you, it's not real high on my list of priorities.

But I'm guessing you probably beat yourself up enough

for the both of us, huh?

Uh, could I get my coffee?

It's waiting for you right here.

Come on, we're wasting time.

I told you, it's not linear.

Get in the goddamn car, Pharrell.

All the windows down?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Can you go any faster?

If your head was inside the car, it might help.

It doesn't.

See?

Baby steps.

Fuck you!

(LAUGHS)

If you're looking for his lordship, he's in his cabin.

I prefer 'boss'.

Next time you have a problem, talk to me before you call the police.

What do you want?

Did, uh, Julian have a run in with any of these people?

Julian didn't have an issue with anyone.

Try looking at it, Debbie.

(SCOFFS)

See any names pop out?

Mario the mechanic.

He serviced the Jag.

What? Julian didn't always pay up?

Paid.

It's not all the nonsense Mario was billing him for.

Is that it?

See, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Does the name White Hat Investments mean anything to you?

Should it?

Well, Family Tree rents a property from them in town.

Very well guarded.

Uh, that...that's, um...

That's Julian's thing. I wasn't across that.

I really do have work to do.

By all means.

Guess it's time to visit our favourite mechanic.

Maybe he can run you through the basics of how a radiator works.

I'm not letting you anywhere near my car.

Your car?

Yeah, I'm buying an old flatbed.

Mario's fixing it.

Shouldn't you get more comfortable in a car before you buy one?

And then... Nah.

This is fucking ridiculous.

I didn't kill him.

We had an argument.

I told him I was leaving and he lost it.

It got a little physical, but he started it, I swear.

A little physical?

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

You OK, Raph?

I thought we had an understanding.

Are you arresting me?

I'm taking you in to amend your statement.

I'm sick and tired of you in this room.

Yeah.

That makes two of us.

Three of us.

(PHONE RINGS)

If you didn't kill your father,

stop acting like you've got something to hide.

(PHONE RINGS)

I think I figured it out.

The sooner you solve this case, the sooner you get to go back home.

Yeah. Back to the big smoke.

That's why I look so good. Yeah?

I tick all your boxes, make it nice and easy for you.

(PHONE RINGS)

What?

Do you even care that you're wrong?

I'll be right there.

Off you go.

Or do you want to sit in my interview room all day?

What are you doing?

We can hold him.

There's not enough for a conviction. Not without more evidence.

Now, would you mind? We've got a fire to put out.

What do you think you're doing?

Hey, you took your time.

Convince me not to arrest you.

You've got three seconds.

You have the murderer in custody. No?

I should be able to crack on and bury him.

And I should be on a beach

sharing cocktails with someone who looks good in a swimsuit.

But... (LAUGHS) ..here we are.

You let Raph go. Smart.

Because he didn't do it.

You have proof of that?

Well...

..I asked him in a particular way.

Truth was his only option.

So, you lay my nephew

aside nice and gentle.

Go round up some other suspects.

Shouldn't be hard in this swamp town.

Val, could you please return the body of Mr Cole's brother

to refrigeration?

And miss all the fun?

Mm. Make sure you take good care of him.

I've read your police file.

Wildlife smuggling.

Bryce Brierley's unfortunate accident.

See, I'm pretty much up to date with where you swim in the swamp.

There wasn't any evidence in that file, was there?

Just a couple of unreliable witnesses.

It's hard to build a case.

If I didn't know you crept into town

the night after we found Julian's body,

I'd be looking at you real hard

and be delighted about it.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

Well, look at you.

Brash. Half a brain.

Almost wish I'd done it.

Find me at Family Tree if you have some news.

I couldn't wrestle him to the ground.

Not with these knees.

Uh, you keep him talking. I'll take care of the rest.

OK, but we can't tell him today.

You want to solve this case or what?

Look, I have other things I need to take care of today.

Don't tell me you're actually gonna work on your case?

Look, I've been meaning to tell you this, but, I mean, you should know...

They're arresting you?

No. What?

You're dying? Amanda.

This is not... You're leaving?

Lilly's coming, for a visit.

She's coming this weekend.

I'm driving to the airport to pick her up...

What's this got to do with me?

I just thought you should...

You're my partner.

I mean, I can't work on the case that weekend.

I've got to be with Lilly... It's fine.

Your daughter, your problem.

Yeah.

Don't tell me you screwed it up again?

Car is fine.

It's Julian's Jag.

Mate, I don't know what else to tell you.

Yeah? Well, how about the part

where, uh, he refused to pay you for the work you did?

How about that?

I told him it's a crime against mechanical engineering.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

I'm not using plastic shit on a beauty like that.

But no, Mr Moneybags wants the cheapest option.

It's always the rich bastards who screw you over.

Sounds like a bit of resentment there, Mario.

Yeah, not enough to nick his car, if that's what you're getting at.

Oi!

I've got a very specific system going there. Do you mind?

Sorry. Thank you.

Anybody else might have had their eyes on this Jag?

You know, like a collector, a car trader or something like that?

Uh...

There is this one nut job.

Pays me to let him smash up cars after hours.

Could be some kind of fetish.

Is that the sort of thing you mean?

Nah, that doesn't sound like our guy.

Well, if some locals got it,

it's not like they'll be able to enjoy it, will they?

Sticks out like dogs. Oh, shit.

Sorry, I got to take this.

Kelly, hi.

Like I told you, it's probably in some chop shop in Sydney by now.

And that's the real tragedy here.

Mm, except it's not.

Ted saw someone take it out for a joyride last night.

When did you decide this?

I had a plan.

I don't understand what's changed.

Yeah, well, whoever has it must be thick as a brick.

Right?

Especially because the new homicide cop

reckons it's connected to the murder.

Yeah, well, why would she think that?

I don't know, but I pity the poor bastard who gets caught with it,

because she's sharp.

She's a real bulldog.

(BARKS)

Call me when Bertha's ready.

What, are you calling her Bertha?

Keep an eye out for that Jag.

Yes, Madam Sherlock.

What the fuck?

(PHONE RINGS)

You've called Ted Conkaffey.

Leave a message.

Well, that was fast.

Damn it, Ted!

(MUTTERS) It's alright. Stay strong.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY) ..my body.

Just let it go.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(ROCK'N'ROLL SONG BLARES ON RADIO)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY) ..my body. I just...

(MUSIC TURNS OFF)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(ENGINE REVS, GEARS SQUEAL)

(WHIMPERS)

Fuck!

(WHIMPERS)

Yep...

Yeah. Ooh...

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, boy.

Oh. Lill, what's that?

Oh, that's a stick, Mum.

(LAUGHS)

Are you sure? Mm-hm.

Dad!

Peanut!

(LAUGHS) Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Oh, my God.

I thought I wasn't going to see you for a couple of more days.

Surprise!

(LAUGHS)

Two days early?

Yeah! I'd say I'm surprised.

And your mom is here, too.

She needs the holiday.

Oh, is that right?

When can I see the crocodiles?

Oh. Yeah. Yeah.

They're hiding, kid.

They're very sneaky.

I wouldn't get too close to the edge.

They've been known to jump up. On the jetty?

The jetty, the riverbank.

Shoot. I had one crawl right across the lawn once.

Oh, God. Oh, cool.

I should feed them.

Ah, you should not feed them.

Who wants to meet the geese?

The geese!

Watch yourself.

Wow. That's great. Yeah.

A neighbour was getting rid of that.

Do they like it?

Uh, not as much as they should.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Crocodiles on the lawn.

You never mentioned that in your pitch.

I wonder why.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(AMANDA BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(PHONE BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGS)

You've called Ted Conkaffey. Leave a message.

What the fuck, Conkaffey?!

You just fucking left me there!

Mario is on the move.

(WHIMPERS) Fuck!

(SOBS)

(GEESE QUACK)

Come on in. (LAUGHS)

Yeah.

They're so big!

Hello, Almond.

Oh. Sorry.

Would have been ready for the weekend.

Dad, where's my room?

Right over there, sweetheart.

OK. Those double doors.

Across the way.

So, want to tell me why you drove up early from Sydney?

After I paid for an unaccompanied minor flight.

Uh...

Lilly was just, uh, uncomfortable coming up here on her own.

Mm.

Lilly was?

Honestly? Please.

I just...I don't... I don't trust you right now.

After the fight at the birthday party and then the phone...

That was a mistake.

I should have run that by you.

Look, Ted, it's your job

and...and this...this place,

the bloody wildlife...

I'm her father.

You don't think I'm going to take care of her?

I just don't think you've had to in a long time.

Mum! Come here.

(LAUGHS)

Look.

Get out of the way.

What do you think, Lill? Mm-hm.

You can...you can take my room.

Mm.

I booked the motel.

No. I'm OK on the couch.

(GEESE QUACK)

Everybody out.

Everybody out. Come on.

There is all this tension in my body. I choose to let it go.

Even though there is all this fucking tension in my body,

I choose to let it...

(GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)

(SOBS)

FUCK YOU!

(SOBS)

Please...

Fuck it.

(WHIMPERS)

FUCKING FUCK!

Fucking...

Even though there is all this tension in my body,

I choose to let it go.

FUCK IT!

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERS)

FUCK!

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck this!

Fuck this!

Fuck it.

The fact that she let you go

means they still don't have anything on you.

They're just trying to scare you.

Just keep our heads down and stay busy.

Can't do it, I just...

I'm done with this place.

I want to leave, like we planned.

Yeah. We will. OK, so let's go.

Raph.

You haven't even buried him yet.

Come here.

It's gonna be OK, alright?

Yeah, it doesn't feel like that.

Gotta love the smell of a shed.

Saw dust. Banana sap.

Blood. Sweat. Tears.

You can't just turn up on my property when you feel like it.

Your property?

You mean this plantation that's back on its feet

thanks to yours truly?

You'll get your money.

Cutting back on pickers this season,

and start repayments.

That doesn't sound like very sound business practice, Ronnie.

You don't cut back.

You expand.

Yeah?

How am I going to do that?

Well, I've made a decision.

I'm going to help you for now, at least.

And we are going to be partners in this lovely tropical hideaway.

No.

I mean, your help is a generous offer, but...

It wasn't an offer, darling.

I don't need a partner, Ezra.

Oh, you do.

You're just too busy down in the weeds to see it.

So I'll be doing the weeding while you're expanding?

It doesn't sound like much of a partnership, if you ask me.

This place has so much untapped potential,

and we are going to tap it...

..together.

OK?

Right.

I'll be seeing you, partner.

Tayla.

What did he want?

Nothing.

Mum?

He's just worried about Raph, that's all.

(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)

(BEEPS)

Shit.

(CHIMES)

LILLY: Let me see.

Do I want chocolate or strawberry?

Or should I try banana? You know what, sweetie?

You can have whatever you want.

It's a no-brainer.

It's chocolate all the way.

Oh. Sorry.

Come on. Sweetie, people are waiting.

No, no, no, not at all.

I'm just waiting for my order.

I bet you a tenner she picks chocolate.

Are you guys on holiday?

Um...

Sort of.

She is.

I'm visiting my dad.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, you're...

Oh, you're Kelly.

I'm Colin.

Do we have a decision on the ice-cream?

I think I'll pick...

..chocolate.

(LAUGHS) You owe me 10 bucks.

She was always going to pick chocolate.

Exactly.

Number 12? Yep. That's me.

Cheers, mate. Thank you.

Enjoy your stay.

Uh, can we get one chocolate, thanks?

What was all that about?

I don't know. I think he wanted to say hi.

You sure? The guy's a journalist.

Oh. Thank you.

Well, he seemed genuine enough.

Unless my head's completely fried with this heat.

Better eat that before it melts.

Hop in, kid.

OK.

OK. OK.

(BLEEPS)

Motherfucker!

(BLEEPS)

(CHIMES)

(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE)

Oh, come on, mate. I'm sorry.

Don't be like that. You are such a dickhead!

I had the munchies. I'm sorry.

There's no way anyone saw me, OK?

Yeah, well, they did.

Now the cops are looking.

Can't even keep it hidden.

I covered it.

I swear, I covered it. WOMAN: Nathan? Nathan!

Yeah, Mum? Where's your brother?

He's coming.

Then go help him.

What the fuck?

What the fuck? No, no, no, no.

Amanda!

(LAUGHS) It tickles.

OK, time for the geese to go to bed.

You want to do the honours, peanut? Yeah.

Just make sure you close the gate to their pen, OK?

(PHONE CHIMES)

Holy shit.

What the hey?

Jesus Christ.

What is it?

Uh...

(PHONE RINGS)

You've called Amanda. Damn it.

You stay where you are.

Ted? Oh. It's Amanda.

She's run off on some lead and...

..and it's probably nothing.

Go.

I...I...

Is she in trouble or not?

Go!

(CROCODILE GROWLS)

(PANTS, WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

MARIO: She's in the racks.

Yep, I got her.

You go round the back.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa!

OK, love. Settle down.

Let's have a little chat.

I'm so fucked.

Fuck!

I'm so fucking fucked!

It's not an especially useful observation at this point, Mario.

Why did you have to follow me?

Why did you have to lie to my face about Julian Naughton's Jag?

Oh, that flamin' car!

I told you not to bring it here.

Leaving it here wasn't the problem.

It was your dead-shit son taking it for a drive.

Nathan, love,

have you done something stupid?

Hey, look at me.

Are you on that shit again?

Nah.

What are we going to do about her?

Listen. You're poaching, I get it.

Times are tough, right? I'm no fucking cop.

I don't give a fuck what you've got going on here.

I'm just trying to work out who killed Julian.

None of us.

Yes, I stole his car. I'm sorry.

But big whoop!

Last I saw him, he was still alive,

and he was darting off into the forest with his orange backpack.

I'm a mechanic.

I couldn't kill anyone if I tried.

Not yet.

Crocs are a protected species.

She's seen us.

I'm too old to go to jail.

Right.

I've had enough of this.

(CAR ARRIVES)

You expecting someone?

It's her partner, the Yank.

I'll go speak to him.

We'll go speak to him.

You stay there.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Where's the girl?

How many pieces do you want her in?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

(SLOW MOTION) Oh, fuck!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

(SIREN WAILS)

Nathan, open up.

In. Move.

Move! Are you OK?

Where the fuck did you disappear to?

Not now.

You told me to get you in the loop, and then you just fucking disappear.

How the fuck is that supposed to work?

That's not what I was doing.

They were totally gonna skin me alive!

We would never have done that, love.

Just trying to put the wind up ya.

You can't shoot me, darl.

Look at these two brain cells.

They wouldn't last five minutes without me.

OK, we're gonna be leaving now.

Don't do anything stupid.

More stupid.

Just having a bit of fun!

How the hell did you get out here?

My car, Bertha. You drove?

Well, you fucking racked off! What was I supposed to do?

Listen, there's something I need to tell you.

Will you fucking help me?

Just fucking help me.

Get it off. Get it off. Here, here!

Get it off. Here.

(SIREN WAILS)

Cops.

We're gonna have to get our story straight.

(PANTS)

I want a lawyer.

A lot of crocs in that shed.

Trying to cop a feel, are ya? (LAUGHS)

Oh. What's this?

Oregano.

Mate, this is bullshit!

They're the ones who locked us in!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Next time - and we both know there'll be a next time -

try not to get taken hostage by the croc family Manson.

What, you think you could have done better?

I wouldn't have gone in there at all.

I got a kid.

I got a family.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

So what the fuck are you doing up here, hiding in the swamp?

If you want your family back, it's no secret where they live.

Statement's on the counter.

I picked up Mario in the Jag.

Congrats. He didn't do it.

No, he didn't.

So I suppose you're stuck here till you find out who did.

What happens if you don't catch him? What then?

No, it's not likely.

I'm a gun.

Yeah, so am I.

Ah, so it's a race, then?

That it?

You only just figuring that out now?

Is Amanda alright?

Yeah.

Yeah. (SIGHS)

You look...

Insane. (LAUGHS)

..like shit.

Yeah.

I'm getting that a lot these days.

Close call?

Are we going to talk about why you're really here?

I thought we did.

She's only ever smiling when you see her.

Well, she's excited to see her dad...and his geese.

This new, exciting life.

Kell... No, you just don't...

You don't see the other side of things.

(SCOFFS)

You don't hear the whispering at school.

You're not dealing with her night terrors.

You don't know about her internet search history.

Oh, Jesus. I mean, it's been years.

And the cops are still raiding the house - on her fucking birthday.

The one day of the year that's supposed to be all about her.

Yeah. Yep.

I don't know what else to do except just...be with her.

(SIGHS)

All the time.

I mean, until they figure out who really attacked Claire,

there's nothing else I can do.

I'm trying.

I'm trying, Kell.

So, of course I know why you're here

sweating your arse off in the tropics.

And you do sweat, by the way.

Jesus. You've been shopping?

What, you reckon you can make it up to your kid with cheese?

Like, you say it's to protect your family.

But how long until you don't have a family to protect?

If you really want them back,

then fucking solve the Claire Bingley case!

And I know you reckon there's nothing you can do,

but that's fucking bullshit, because I've seen you.

When you want the truth, you go at it over and over again

until you find a glitch in the evidence.

So, like, if you're not doing that, then...

..you know, like, maybe deep down

you don't really want your family back.

Who are you?

I'm no-one.

Amanda.

Amanda, wait. I didn't know.

Neither did I.

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)

Amanda.

Amanda.

Just a fucking idiot.

Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, right?

You got me for today.

But you're gonna have to take the lead for a beat.

You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you shit.

(WHIMPERS) What the hell is he doing?

Gifts and therapy.

You spoil me.

I like my adversaries to be at their very best.

I've done something stupid.

I was so desperate.

We haven't been formally introduced. Kelly.

DNA results for Raph Naughton.

That could be motive.

We're talking about you playing games with a sociopath.

Hi. Hi.

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