Who’s willing to bet that if it does start to look bad, this guy will suddenly appear as a frail old man in too bad shape to properly face justice. No more make-up or hairdye.

Reminds me of a Pink Floyd lyric:

And when you lose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone

Dragged down by the stone