-We'll get the diamonds. -And what if we don't?
-Do you have news? -The delivery has been delayed.
QUINN MAKEBE: There are lives at stake here.
It's time we called our American friends.
-Yeah? -LUCAS: You stole my money,
and I want it back.
Inkunzi runs a tight herd.
What, Inkunzi's untouchable?
Nobody's untouchable.
Here's the deal. You try to warn them,
you come to us.
You should look him up.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
(SHOUTS)
I should have killed you instead of the boy.
I think you probably should've.
(SCREAMING)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
-(people screaming) -(panting)
Lemmer: Oh fuck!
(people screaming)
(engine roaring)
(tires screech)
(phone ringing)
(grunt)
(groaning)
(sighing)
(answers phone)
(sighs) Yeah?
(baby shrieking)
In progress now?
Shit.
(sighs) I'm on my way.
♪ ♪
(siren wailing)
(cuts engine)
(sirens approaching)
(sighs)
Fuck.
Raj (on radio): Okay, SUV registered to Nkunzi
just hit a camera on Adderly Street.
Quinn: I see him.
♪ ♪
I've got the man in front of me.
(engine roaring)
(tires screech)
(engine roaring)
Quinn (on radio): Raj, I'm in pursuit.
(cars honking)
(tires screech)
Come on!
(tires screech)
Quinn (on radio): He's turning right.
Heading for the container yard!
(tires screech)
(tense music playing)
(cuts engine)
(tires screech)
(gasps)
(sighs)
(grunts)
(sighs)
Raj...
(on radio): We lost him.
(grunt)
(sighs) Shit.
(sighs)
(click)
♪ ♪
Quinn: Gotcha.
(lighter flicks)
(flame whooshing)
(sighs)
(explosion)
(grunt)
(high-pitched ringing)
(distorted groaning)
("This is War" by Brendan Jury playing)
(singing in foreign language)
♪ This is war ♪
(singing in foreign language)
♪ This is war ♪
(singing in foreign language)
♪ This is war ♪
(traffic noise, street chatter)
(sighs)
Lucas: You want coffee?
-Uh... -(pouring)
Thanks.
Just milk, please.
Hi.
(dog whining)
(dogs barking)
(whistling)
-Lemmer: Hey. -Stay-- stay back!
-It's me. It's me. -Stay back!
(dogs barking)
Lemmer! (speaking Afrikaans)
-I'm sorry. -What happened?
Lost an argument with a bullet.
But, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Come in.
-I'm good. -Alright.
(loud barking)
They don't like you very much.
Lemmer: Well, the feeling's mutual.
(barking continues)
Are you still in Cape Town?
No.
So, where did you go?
Loxton.
(grunts) Could've warned me.
You could've called me.
(both chuckle)
♪ ♪
(camera flash)
Quinn: (sighs) I-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay? Did you manage to put him to sleep?
Um, listen, I have to go, okay?
I love you. Bye.
Forensics get anything from the SUV?
Um...
Someone is targeting our witnesses.
-(sighs) -First Ismael,
now Nkunzi.
-(Quinn sighs) -Why?
♪ ♪
Do you think the Allajna is trying to cover their tracks?
Maybe.
(scoffs) It's not like Nkunzi had a shortage of enemies.
Anything from the girls?
No. Um, they're
too terrified to remember anything, so--
Ma'am, I think we found something.
Officer: The camera at the side of the property
caught this footage.
Quinn: Looks like a white male,
-mid 30s? -Janina: That doesn't look like
Allajna or some...
-rival tsotsi. -No.
(barking)
Are you gonna tell me what happened?
Yeah, I was looking for something.
And I assume you didn't find it.
My gun.
You came back to Cape Town for your gun?
And a girl.
(scoffs)
You've always had bad taste in women.
Not always.
Too bad you fucked that up.
(chuckles)
Um...
-It's the one on the right. -She's pretty.
And she's a vet.
(scoffs) You obviously have a type.
-You know her? -Oh, Lemmer...
-(washing hands) -...veterinary medicine is a profession,
not a tennis club.
Do you know every washed-up state bodyguard
in South Africa?
Yeah.
Most of them.
Well, sorry, I can't help you.
Is this the Silo Gallery?
Yeah. At the waterfront.
I have to open up shop.
(quietly): Okay.
Next time,
call first?
(barking continues)
♪ ♪
(traffic noise)
Reporter (on TV): Residents describe
hearing several loud shots fired inside
the luxury residence in the early hours of this morning.
This was the third attempt
on Julius Shabangu's life in less than 16 months,
the second since he moved here to Cape Town.
A number of eyewitnesses claim the assassin
fled the scene in the victim's own SUV...
You're leaving?
Uh, yeah, I've gotta get to work.
What, you want me to swing by afterwards to pick you up?
Um, I'll call you.
You can let yourself out.
Uh, yeah, sure.
...he has risen to become one of the most feared figures...
-(door shuts) -...in South African organized crime.
Often criticized for his courting of press attention,
viewers may remember the scenes of anger
and rejoicing outside the high court in Pretoria last year
when Shabangu was dramatically acquitted of murder.
(sirens, traffic noise)
Janina: Is this the best we can get off the CCTV?
Quinn: Yeah, the resolution's just not there.
Turns out, our kingpin
was cutting corners in his security package.
We have a possible ID.
An American, Lucas Becker.
He has been calling Nkunzi for a week now.
They have been in some kind of dispute over stolen money.
Yesterday afternoon, Becker called Nkunzi.
-Again. -(click)
Nkunzi: You want money? Speak to Osman.
Rubbish has my money.
-Lucas: Then tell me where to find him. -Nkunzi: I don't know!
-Fuck off. -(hangs up)
Hang on. Why give him Osman's name?
Nkosi: Maybe he hoped
the American would do his dirty work for him.
Bring me whatever you can gather on this...
Lucas Becker.
(phones ringing, office chatter)
-Milla: Sorry, Jess. -Jessica: The bull is dead.
-I saw on the news, yeah. -And we have a prime suspect.
Really? Who?
The American. Lucas Becker.
You correlated his calls, right?
Uh, he's not connected to our investigation though.
He is now. The boss wants you to do
a full briefing on him at 10:00.
♪ ♪
Hey.
You'll be fine.
(street chatter)
(indistinct)
Milla: Lucas Becker came onto our radar a week ago
with repeated calls to
Julius "Nkunzi" Shabangu.
In the calls, he claims two of Nkunzi's men
hijacked his rental and stole a bag of cash.
He wants the money back,
asking politely at first, and then more threateningly.
Though until yesterday, when Nkunzi gave him
the name of Osman, there was nothing
to suggest any connection
to our investigation into Allajna
or the diamonds.
Becker has a clean record other than a single
charge for attempting to smuggle
an artifact over the border of Iraq,
but the charges were dropped.
-Artifacts? -A small statue,
13th-century Persian.
Janina: Wait, wait, rewind.
What was he doing in that part of the world?
Milla: Becker's ex-US Marine Corps, and has a degree
in archeology from the University of Michigan.
He spent the last six years as a freelance contractor
working with NGOs to protect antiquities
in places like Iraq and Afghanistan.
Also with brief stints in Jordan and Israel.
And why exactly were the charges dropped?
It seems someone at the US Consulate
in Erbil intervened on his behalf.
The Iraqi government accepted that it was a mistake,
and they dropped the charges.
(scoffs) Anything else?
As I said, there's...
there's nothing to suggest that Becker is
a person of interest for this investigation.
Janina: Thank you, Mrs. Strachan.
(echoing): Do we know where he is?
Quinn (echoing): We have eyes on his hotel.
Hasn't returned yet.
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
(phone beeps)
Slow down. Yeah--
I was just as surprised as you were--
You gotta trust me on this.
Okay? I will get it to you. Ju--
(children laughing)
You think the woman could have done this?
Must we now tell Daoud?
About Nkunzi.
We brought brother Daoud here with our promises.
I told him two days, no problems.
You wanna tell him about Nkunzi
and how we failed in our sacred duty?
We stick to the plan.
We wait for the courier to make contact,
and then we arrange a time
for the exchange at a place of our choosing,
not hers, and we do what must be done.
Okay.
Do we know what the weapon is yet?
Or how Allajna plan on getting it
from the boat to the stadium?
How about identifying the boat it's coming in on?
Well, of all the legitimate boats scheduled to enter
Cape Town Harbor before the game,
78 of them pass through that area
of the Indian Ocean where that call came from.
Quinn: And my informant is giving us
a line on some illegal traffic into the port.
-That's it? -Raj: Well,
without the help of our friends from Langley, there is no way
I can pinpoint the vessel where that call came from.
Also, there's something else.
The imam has made more concerning calls
to the police about Osman's behavior.
Nothing concrete yet, but he's worried.
These guys, they're not discreet,
professional--
Janina: How about something we don't know?
-Anybody have anything of use to report? -Raj: I have something else.
It's about Lucas Becker.
(tense music playing)
-Janina: Where is this? -Raj: Clifton.
-Janina: And when was this taken? -Raj: Yesterday evening.
That bike was reported stolen from Woodstock in the afternoon.
Janina: Who is that with Becker?
-Raj: We still don't know. -Janina: Then find out!
Lucas Becker is now our main priority.
Find him.
(echoing): Bring him in.
(breathing shakily)
(ragged inhale)
(door shuts)
-(knocking) -Jessica: Nkosi's looking for you.
Coming.
(heavy breathing)
(inhale, exhale)
Could it be this Flea Van Jaarsveld?
We don't know what she looks like.
Raj and his team are busy trawling through
the security cameras right now,
trying to identify the route the bike took from Woodstock.
If we're lucky, we'll get a clear shot
of the woman's face, but...
(sighs)
We need to look for any connection
between Van Jaarsveld and Becker.
Yeah, but even if Becker was staking out Nkunzi,
doesn't mean he killed him.
We have one blurry photograph.
It's circumstantial at best.
(sighs)
Did you set up the meeting with the CIA?
Yeah.
For tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.
See if you can move it to today.
Yes, ma'am.
(beeping)
♪ ♪
(typing)
(speaking Arabic)
Not even for an old friend?
Lucas!
-Whoa, how are you, brother? -Hey, my man.
-Long time. -Oh, too long.
-You good? -Good, good.
-What you doing here? -I need a little help.
Like always.
I'm looking for a guy.
Shaheed Lateef Osman.
-Ring any bells? -Shaheed Osman...
(speaking Arabic)
♪ ♪
Quinn: Laurie! Thank you so much for making time to see us today.
I know how busy Bruno's diary gets,
-so thank you. -Laurie: Not a problem.
-Yeah. You've, uh-- -Janina: Actually, Quinn,
I think it's probably better if I speak to Chief Burzynski
one on one.
My colleague will wait down here in the lobby.
Sure. If you'd like to follow me, I'll find Agent Makebe
a comfortable spot and take you up to see the chief.
Bruno Burzynski: Janina.
Good to see you again.
-Bruno. -No Quinn?
I was really hoping to keep this just between the two of us,
but I see you've brought the cavalry.
Janet, Ted.
I'm sure you're all busy,
-so let's get straight down to business. -Bruno: Of course. Please.
-(door opens) -Oh! So sorry I'm late.
David...
I didn't know you were joining us.
David: If the PBI requires assistance of
our friends from Langley,
then the meeting requires my attendance.
We have reason to believe there is dangerous cargo
entering Cape Town by sea.
What we know is a satellite call
was made from the vessel three days ago,
but we do not have the ability to pinpoint
-the exact source. -Who do you believe is bringing in this cargo?
A group intent on undermining national security.
-Can you be more specific? -Not at this time, no.
Ted: Can you tell us if this threat poses
any potential impact on US interests?
-Not at this time. -David: Janina...
as you know,
our government is dedicated to
maintaining and strengthening
our friendship with our valued allies.
We cannot expect their support if we...
do not give them the information.
If you can help us identify the source of this call,
I give you my word,
we will share our intel.
-I don't think that's going to cut it. -Janina: That's a real pity.
I would've thought this is the ideal opportunity
for the CIA to regain our trust.
-What is she talking about? -Bruno: I have no idea.
Please, Janina, enlighten us.
Bruno, I don't recall the PBI
ever refusing to aid your work in defense
-of US interests. -Nor do I.
But we've always understood that if you have an agent
actively operating on South African soil,
you'll do my office the courtesy
of sharing that information.
-And we do. -Really?
Um... no need to get into this now.
Can you help us
identify the source of this
satellite call?
On the condition that any further assistance
is contingent on complete
transparency between the two agencies.
David: Thank you. That is all we need.
(door opens)
Please make me understand.
What is this all about?
It's about an ex-military Yank
who has spent the last decade in Israel and Iraq.
A guy who gets his friends in the state department
to bail him out of trouble.
Does that sound like a civilian to you?
So, you think the CIA
have an agent on the ground, and that agent is Lucas Becker.
-Why would the CIA want Nkunzi dead? -Because they want to carry out
a forced rendition of Daoud to God knows where,
or because they think we cannot protect our own republic.
(both sigh)
Who told David about the meeting?
Wasn't me.
Are you sure?
Today and last year?
Hang on.
Do you think it was me who blew the Pelindaba operation?
Did you?
I've given this agency my life.
My family life.
And now, you accuse me of betrayal?
♪ ♪
Right.
(lock clicking)
(locks door)
(clattering in kitchen)
Hey!
You're still here.
Got us takeout.
Thought you would've taken your chance and run away.
Now, why would I do that?
If I've misjudged this...
No, no, it's not that.
So, what is it?
Listen,
I gotta be somewhere later,
so how's about
we eat this delicious
gourmet meal that I have cooked by hand...
Gourmet, huh?
Did you get any wine?
It's been a long day.
I'll be right back.
(door opens, shuts)
(dramatic music playing)
(heavy breathing)
Thanks. Good night. Bye.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, Raj, are you coming?
Not yet.
-Ever thought you might need a life? -(chuckles)
Now, what would I do with one of those?
-Wikus: See ya. -Raj: Yeah.
♪ ♪
You have a law degree, yeah?
And you know what they're paying you is a joke.
-My father, he'll make you a partner in under-- -No. No. No.
No, Thandie, this is not about money.
I'm not working for your father.
This is important.
What we do is important.
Aren't we important?
Of course you are.
Look...
after what happened last year,
with the world leaders having to turn around mid-air
'cause we couldn't guarantee their safety, I...
And then there's the report.
I need to prove myself.
To who?
Hm?
'Cause it's not to me,
or your son.
-Is it to her? -No, it's not to her.
It's over for her.
I need for her to trust me.
I need you to trust me.
Okay.
-(door shuts) -Lucas: I remembered you like white!
-(puts down bottle) -Hope it's okay.
You went through my things.
I was cleaning up.
You, uh...
-find anything interesting? -(pouring)
I'm not sure. You tell me.
(puts down bottle)
What do you wanna know?
What are these?
I travel to places where
a US passport isn't necessarily welcome.
Both documents are official, 100% legal.
I saw you scouting out that gangster's place last night.
The one that was murdered.
Where'd you get that?
I'm a journalist, I'm not an idiot.
I saw the house on the news.
It was Nkunzi Shabangu's men
that carjacked me outside Langa.
I've been trying to get back the money that was taken.
How much money?
300,000.
Dollars.
Why were you traveling with that much cash?
It isn't mine.
Sometimes, my work involves
making deliveries to people I wouldn't
ordinarily choose to do business with.
-Like a gang boss. -Milla, I promise you.
I never even heard of this Nkunzi guy
until his boys hit my car.
So, whose money is it?
I was paying off a debt.
Then a few hours later, Nkunzi's dead.
Wait, y--
You know I didn't kill him, right?
I was here with you the whole time.
(deep inhale)
Uh, I don't know what to think right now.
Listen, I should've told you about Nkunzi,
okay? I'm sorry for that.
You know, I think we both need a little bit of space tonight,
so I'm gonna go.
-I'll call you. -Don't.
Call, I mean.
It's best if we don't see each other again.
I'm not a bad person.
(door opens)
-(door shuts) -(inhales)
-(knocking) -Teliha: Shaheed?
Ibrahim, come.
(speaking Arabic)
Daoud's made contact.
He wants to meet tomorrow.
Uncle?
Are we failing?
(sighs)
♪ ♪
Ibrahim,
we will all fulfill our parts.
You, me, brother Daoud.
All of us.
This is our destiny.
Of this, I'm sure.
(inaudible)
(rumbling)
♪ ♪
(rumbling)
(sighs)
(birds squawking)
♪ ♪
(cars honking)
(sighs)
(chuckles)
(dishware clatters)
Teliha: Shaheed?
Yes, habibi?
Are you not eating?
(speaking Arabic)
Teliha: Shaheed!
You wanna talk?
I have a meeting before Jumu'ah .
I am your wife.
I have a right to know.
Everything I am is because of you.
♪ ♪
(door opens)
(door shuts)
♪ ♪
(car door shuts, engine starts)
(rumbling)
(lock clicking)
-(alarm blaring) -Oh fuck.
(blaring continues)
(sighs)
-(clicking) -(alarm stops)
♪ ♪
-Quinn: Raj? -Raj: Hm.
Have you been up here all night?
Yeah, I'm struggling to find a clear image
of Becker and the woman he's with.
Jesus Christ. Raj,
we've got three days until this match,
and you're still up here chasing this guy.
Daoud arrived at the OC about 30 minutes ago, okay?
He's down in the basement with Rayan and Osman.
-She knows. -Fuck.
Fuck! Janina.
Janina! We move in,
and we roll them up.
-Excuse me? -We move in,
we get Daoud, and we get Osman, and we're done with this.
-We don't "get" anyone. -Okay, listen to me.
We can put a stop to whatever it is
that they're cooking up, okay? If we just--
What about the boat that's still out there?
We move in now, we lose the rest of the network.
And whatever it is they're bringing in, we face this again
when they regroup in, what? Six?
-Okay. -Twelve months?
Okay, fine. Fine. I get it, okay?
We moved in too soon last year. I get it!
But we've only got three days left, Janina.
Three days! Yet you've got one of our best men
up all night chasing some random American guy,
instead of focusing on the real target!
What the fuck are we doing?!
(sighs)
You know what?
Are you okay?
Fine.
Does he have a point? I mean,
why all this effort to track the American?
Because I know we have a mole
feeding information to the CIA.
We track Becker,
we find out who.
♪ ♪
-Daoud: You have the stones? -Almost.
Not good enough, brother.
We're making the exchange with the courier tomorrow.
I will handle the exchange.
But we--
Suleiman: Go home, brother.
This is my area of expertise.
We will speak later, hm?
♪ ♪
Daoud: Rashid,
inform brother Rayan of the new arrangements.
(sighs)
Adam: Target B's on the move.
-Alone. -Quinn (on radio): Copy that.
You guys stay put.
(sighs)
-Raj, I need to get some fresh air. -Hm.
I'll take Osman, you keep me posted on the road, okay?
Alright.
(sighs)
So, who informed you about my meeting with the CIA?
-Was it Quinn? -Nina, I've got no time for this.
Felt like an ambush!
If you felt that way, I'm sorry.
Since when do we have to ask for permission
to protect our own borders?
Nina, you know the drill.
South Africa has a responsibility
towards its international partners.
They're babysitting us!
Keeping us in the dark while they run their game
within our borders.
Which game, Nina?
A CIA agent called Lucas Becker.
Who's Lucas Becker?
♪ ♪
(sings flapping)
(indistinct chatter)
(speaking Arabic)
Can I help you with something, brother?
Shaheed,
whatever this thing you are involved in is,
it is never too late to change your mind.
Join us for Jumu'ah . Stay and talk.
(speaking Arabic)
As-salaam alaikum.
♪ ♪
(tires screech)
Hey, Osman. Get in the fucking car.
-Oh shit. -(starts car)
Whatever conspiracy theories you're weaving,
whatever CIA agents you're chasing,
just forget it. Now.
-Are you telling me this as a friend? -No. I'm telling you this
as your fucking boss.
(phone ringing)
I have to take this.
-(answers phone) -Quinn?
Quinn (on phone): Lucas Becker just kidnapped Osman!
He's heading to town. I'm in pursuit!
Okay, stay with him.
♪ ♪
The primary target of our investigation has just
been lifted, in broad daylight.
Kidnapped...
by the American, Lucas Becker.
Are we done here?
Who's that following us?
-Who are you? -I want my money!
(engine roaring)
Lucas: Nkunzi took mine,
he says you took his, now you gotta give it to me.
(tires screeching)
Osman: Nkunzi was a madman!
I don't have his money, and I don't have yours!
(dramatic music playing)
(tires screeching)
Fuck. Fuck!
Alright, ladies and gents, I've got him!
You better have some fucking money, old man,
-or we're both dead. -I am not well, please!
Quinn: Seriously?
(cars honking)
(tires screech)
He's heading south, everybody, he's heading south!
Nkunzi told me you have his money,
so don't fucking lie to me!
Nkunzi was a tsotsi ! He'd say anything!
Yeah, well he's dead now, so you're all I fuckin' got.
♪ ♪
-(tires screech) -Shit.
-Outta the car. Come on! -(gasping)
(groaning)
I need my pills! Help!
-He'll help you. -No!
(Osman wheezing)
Please help...
Shit.
-(gasping) -Ma'am, I need an ambulance.
Corner of Coventry Road and Walmer Estate.
Make it quick!
Alright?
(alarm beeping)
(locks door)
♪ ♪
(beeping)
-(alarm continues) -(beeping)
(alarm continues)
How is he?
He's still under.
Does his family know yet?
I checked him in as John Doe.
I've read the riot act to the surgical team,
and Paul is still in the room installing our kit
before they move our friend.
Assuming he does survive and...
actually make it.
-(Quinn sighs) -Good.
I'll stay here.
Go home.
♪ ♪
(beeping)
Here we go.
Shit.
♪ ♪
(both cars start)
(tense music playing)
(echoing): Milla?
-Milla? -Hm?
-Sorry. -Everything okay?
Yeah!
Jessica: Milla!
Oh. Thanks.
♪ ♪
Nkosi: Mrs. Strachan,
you need to come with us.
♪ ♪
(cuts engine)
(gun clicks)
Looking for someone?
♪ ♪
-(GUN COCKS) -Took your time finding me.
I just want my gun.
Okay. Drive.
I still have to make the exchange.
What do you want from me?
I want you to cover my back.
JANINA MENTZ: Don't play me for a fool.
Who are you working for?
Can't find this briefcase.
You need to tell me all you know.
Let's take a walk.
You know they don't expect you to walk away.
I think I'm being followed.
It's all on you.
MAN: We need to move. Now.
(GASPS)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
QUINN: Raj, in pursuit.
We have two big car chases.
We have the night chase with Quinn and Lemmer.
They are going to end up in this container yard.
And we want to feel the danger they have put themselves in
when they are playing this cat and mouse.
Lemmer is no stranger to violence.
And Lemmer is a very keen observer,
he's never looking where you think he's looking.
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪ -There's a scene where
Susan is stitching up his wound,
and we got the vet to do the stitches on my arm.
And every now and again I'm like, "Ow."
And she's like, "Stop being such a wuss."
So we get to the end of the day, and makeup is presumably
removing the prosthetic scar but it won't come off.
And we realized that she stitched the prosthetic scar
onto my actual skin.
She's just too good at her job.
You know I was looking for something.
She's the one on the right.
Lemmer decides he's gonna sort this out,
and he follows Flea back to Cape Town.
And in his search for her, starts piecing together
what's been going on.
But he doesn't even really get the upper hand.
She's one step ahead, again.
Which he hates.
Looking for someone?
The other car chase we have is with Lucas.
Hey Osman. Get in the fucking car.
ED STOPPARD: Lucas kidnaps Osman and I think
he doesn't really know who he's dealing with.
He just kind of makes a gut decision and acts on it.
-(CAR HORN BLARING) -Unbeknownst to him,
Quinn is tailing him.
And we have this car chase through the streets
of Cape Town.
Alright ladies and gents, I've got him.
JYRI KAHONEN: We wanted to be really close
to the characters inside the vehicles
and feel the heat and feel the speed.
And on the other hand show the beautiful landscape
and see and feel the city as well.
We had to get a sense of what it was like,
so Lucas and I had opportunities to go with a stunt driver
and he took us through the exact sequence
at the exact place and speed.
And so suddenly going through those twists and those turns
and taking a duck and a dive and gunning to get through
the traffic lights.
My God, it was like one of the most frightening things
I've ever done.
-Out of the car. Come on! -(OSMAN PANTING)
STOPPARD: It's the first time that we really see
the wheels start to come off a little bit with Lucas.
And that takes us into the next act of his story.
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