mad jack lionel. you think? been walking past his place for years. sometimes i hear him calling out my name. waving like a lunatic. he's seen me with laura too. [clattering] what are you doing? we have to hide her. jasper, we're not detectives. we can't just solve this on our own. we don't have a choice. you think i want this? nobody can know. nobody. not until we find out who did this. help me. she's still warm. please, charlie. [grunting] grab the rock. [grunts] come on. [mrs. bucktin] charlie? charlie! charlie! [knocking] i'm up! i'm awake! get up, or the bin gets your breakfast! [sighs] [man on radio] as the apollo 12 astronauts head back to earth from the moon... [man] you all right, charlie? you feeling a bit crook? -charlie? -i'm fine. what happened to your face? i cut myself. sleeping? -[man] looks like a shaving cut. -[scoffs] don't be ridiculous. is that what happened? [man] leave him. he's embarrassed. i'll teach you how to do that properly later, mate. the boy's growing up, ruthie. well, if you're not eating, i suggest you head over to je

do you think mad jack lionel shot someone? why would you ask that? i don't know. i ju-- do you think he has something to do with laura wishart's disappearance? [engine roars] [metal clanging] what's that? [engine revs] [man] get out here! get out here, you rat! come on! stay here. stay inside. i'll call sarge. [man] you don't wanna fight this war on our turf-- stay here, charlie. you coward! eh? yellow-skinned bastard! [clattering] [wes] hey, you two! what are you doing? [mr. lu] hey, stop it! get out of my yard, you bastards! what'd you call me? you... [groans] [wes] enough! leave him alone! no, no, jeffrey! let me go! ya want some more, eh? that is enough! fuck off, bucktin! stop it! [man grunts, groans] -[man coughs, mutters] -that's enough. stop it! -stop it, please! -weak as piss! you know there's a fucking war on! -oh! -pull your heads in! you should be ashamed of yourselves! -ya fucking red rats! -[wes] clear out of here! go on! charlie! charlie, watch yourself! [tires squealing] are you all right, an? i'm okay. thank you so much. [mrs. lu speaks foreign la