Rush (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 6 - Don't Get Married Escaping from the Cops - full transcript
The team chase down a young volatile couple who's business has just been liquidated and who are intent on getting married before the man is sentenced. Elsewhere, Stella tries to reason with the owner of a bar with ethnic issues and Josh receives a cry of help from Minka, Tash's daughter, which rekindles Josh's interest in Tash.
You right back there?
Er, yes. I am fine, Stella.
You look a little tired.
A bit tight in the shoulder?
Gloating is really unattractive.
Shannon challenged me
to a bike race.
- You won?
- Yep. Of course I did.
- I am way fitter than you.
- It's not about fitness.
It's about shit-hot instincts.
MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tango, Romeo Two.
The offenders have been sighted
heading north
alongside the aquatic centre.
Copy that. Turn here.
LEON: (OVER RADIO)
Josh, look out for this guy.
He pulled a gun on a shopkeeper.
Righto. Thanks, Leon.
(SIREN WAILS)
- Hey.
- Got it.
Take the car round the front.
You take it, Shan.
(SIREN WAILS)
- Is there any other way out of here?
- Nup.
OK, evacuate everyone out of here
and shut this door when we go in.
Yep.
Oh, shit!
Hey, hey, hey.
It was just an accident, Lawson.
What? Accidental discharge or did
you sight the weapon in the mirror?
What's the difference?
It's just a mirror.
Discharging your weapon
is a big deal, Stell.
I thought you, of all people,
would understand that.
- You know what your problem is?
- What?
You can't just let
a thing be a thing.
It has to mean
all these other things.
MAN: (OVER RADIO)
VKC to any unit clear.
We're getting a report of an
assault in progress in Gardenvale.
A female has been assaulted.
Yeah, VKC. We'll take that.
- Is she a bit jumpy, or what?
- No, she's been fine.
- Alright. Keep an eye on her.
- Lawson? We've got a job.
Thanks, fellas.
Alright? What's the story?
Neighbours reported a woman
assaulted in her front yard.
MAN: You are not coming any closer.
WOMAN: Max!
Stop it! Hey, stop it!
MAN: Get out of the way.
- Oi, what's going on?
- Hello, officer.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
No, you're not. You're bleeding.
Look, we're trying
to complete a repossession order
and these two are not complying.
- He hit her.
- No, I didn't.
- Hey, hey, hey. Listen.
- So, she smashed herself in the face?
Stand over here for the moment,
for me, OK? We'll sort this out.
Christian. Thank you.
Sorry, and you are?
Alice. I'm Alice and this is Max.
OK, Alice. Did that man hit you?
It was an accident.
I just got a bit of a shock.
They were given notice
we were coming.
Just quiet... for the moment,
thank you.
Um, we'll need to run a few checks.
- Yeah, of course.
- OK.
Alright, Leon...
..er, 6 Caroline Street, Gardenvale.
Currently got a repo in progress.
Can you check it out for me?
Gee, human beings accumulate
a lot of shit, don't they?
Mmm. Got to have
all the comforts, Kerry.
Not much comfort if someone
can take it off you, is it?
Hey, Stella. Are you OK?
- STELLA: Yep.
- LEON: Shoot yourself?
(LAUGHS) Well done.
How many years of bad luck is that?
I reckon about seven years
of Lawson on my back.
Yeah, well, maybe
your luck's about to change.
Uniforms need a hand
at the Recreation Hotel.
You're just around the corner.
(ALL SHOUT)
MAN: Back off, mate!
(SIREN WAILS)
- JOSH: Oh, shit.
- STELLA: This is gonna be fun. Whoo!
Get back! Oi, oi, oi.
- Get back!
- Inside. Inside. Inside!
Turn around and get inside!
Step back! Step back!
Go home.
- Inside!
- What's that you're saying?
- Get out of my way.
- Step back. I can't do that.
Get inside. Get in. Stell! Shan!
On the door. No-one goes in or out.
Lawson, the occupants,
Alice Anderson and Max Carroll,
own the house through their company,
Kitty and Bamm Inc.,
which has gone into liquidation.
All the contents are being
seized by creditors.
Alright, copy that.
Alright, Alice, Max, looks like this
repossession is taking place today.
Well, we just wanted to get some
stuff, like my clothes and make-up.
- You're not taking anything.
- Listen, they can get their clothes.
Alright? Michael, do you want
to give him a hand?
- I'm sorry about this.
- That's fine.
Look, personal items only
and then we can all move on. OK?
(PANTS)
Alice.
- (WHISPERS) We're not doing this.
- Hey, just, just...
No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Stuff it.
Wait. Hey, hey.
Just hang on a second, OK?
Don't let them ruin this.
- LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson?
- Yeah, mate.
Max has been found guilty of fraud
related to their business.
His sentencing's tomorrow.
Looking at up to 12 months.
- Has he been checking in?
- Yeah, doing everything by the book.
- Has he got other form?
- No. He was a cleanskin.
- And what about her?
- Nothing at all on her, Lawson.
OK. Copy that.
- How's that lip?
- Yeah, it's OK.
I just want this to be over.
OK. Here's my card, just in case
you do want to make a complaint.
- Thank you.
- We need the car.
- We don't have it.
- Come on, mate.
We know you've got
it stashed somewhere.
You'd take everything, wouldn't...
- Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen...
- Hey!
Now, I don't see a car there.
It looks to me like there's plenty
to keep you busy, wouldn't you say?
Maybe I'll leave it
for someone else.
Alright. Smart move.
Time to move on, guys.
- Take it all.
- Come on.
(ALL YELL)
Get back!
Useless prick!
Leon, have you got that info?
Publican's name is Edward Milch.
He did time in the '70s
for armed robbery.
Some firearms offences. Hasn't been
seen or heard of since '85.
Been any problems recently?
Reports of violence at the pub.
A bit of a hot spot.
Looks ethnically motivated.
Skinheads don't like him, anyway.
- Stay back!
- Get back, the lot of you!
What are youse meant to be?
Half-time entertainment?
- That was about to be you, mate.
- Bullshit. Let me at 'em.
- Step back!
- SHANNON: Go home!
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
Hey!
- Get out of here!
- What's going on, Edward?
Those racist idiots come in here
harassing me and my customers
so I threw 'em out, alright, and
they've come back with their friends.
- I'm gonna move them on.
- Yeah, good.
You can't fight with them like this
and you can't encourage
your patrons to fight with them.
If they come in and act like that,
I've got every right
to defend my property.
You don't have a right to start
a riot, and you call the police.
- (GLASS SMASHES)
- Oi! Oi, wait there.
EDWARD: Piss off!
SHANNON: Oi, stay where you are!
Go home!
Gettin' too hot for you, wog bitch!
- Oi!
- SHANNON: Come on, get out of here!
Josh!
- (SMACK!)
- Get back.
Piss off!
(RIOTERS QUIETEN)
MAN: You alright, mate? You alright?
MAN: Yeah, big man now, aren't you?
(CHUCKLES)
LEON: Oh, look out. Here we go.
Ooh. (LAUGHS)
Hey, do you guys need
reinforcements?
JOSH: No, we're good.
Are you sure you don't want back-up?
Oh, we've already
closed it down. It's fine.
What about Stella's friend there?
We'll get one of the uniforms
to take him.
- Is she alright?
- Yeah, she'll live.
Could you tell Shannon to tone it
down? She's giving us a bad name.
Will do.
- You OK?
- Peachy.
Shan, get all their regos and IDs.
Get a uniform to help you
breathalyse the lot of them
before they go anywhere.
Alright, on your feet.
You know I never meant to hit her.
That old wog's a stupid prick, man.
You'd hit him too
if you had a chance.
- MAN: See you later, guys.
- MAN 2: Catch you later, boys.
I just don't understand how you can
get into a situation like that -
you know, lose everything.
It's a slippery slope, debt.
Hey, I've got this cousin.
He buys this motorbike, right?
- What sort of bike?
- It doesn't matter.
- Yeah, it does.
- Uh, no, it doesn't.
'Cause it doesn't change the story.
- Well, it makes a big difference.
- Do you want to just listen to me?
Christian, how are we supposed
to visualise the situation
if we don't know
what kind of bike he had.
Hey! I... I was going to talk about
the bank loan that he took for it.
- Bank loan?
- Yeah.
Exactly. It's obviously something
he's been dreaming about.
Yep. And that's why we need to know
what kind of bike it is.
- LEON: Guys, that VKC call?
- LAWSON: Yeah?
The car mentioned is registered
to Kitty and Bamm Inc.
It's Alice and Max's car.
Alright, we're heading there now.
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: Help!
- It's the police!
- Oh, thank God. In here!
- Anyone else in the house?
- No, no. Just me.
- Please. My wrists. Please.
- Hang on, mate. We'll get you free.
- There we go. Right, there we go.
- (MAN GROANS)
Right. How about we start
with your name, shall we?
- Ralph.
- Alright, Ralph. What happened?
They took my wallet,
all my credit cards!
Did you know these people?
Do you know who they were?
Yeah. Max Carroll and Alice Anderson.
- OK. Just hang on for a sec, Ralph.
- Yeah.
Leon, I'm going to send you through
some credit card numbers in a sec.
- I want you to put a word out, yeah?
- Yeah, send them through.
OK. Also, I need someone down here
to take a full statement.
Alright. Consider it done.
OK, Ralph, how about we, er...
start with some pants.
No, it was this one I saw it in,
I think. Hang on.
Um, it was July, wasn't it?
I think.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hm. Yep.
- Um, early. Early July.
- Yeah.
- No way!
- Hello, Mum.
Oh, you little shit!
- So, I'm back, yeah.
- For how long?
For good. Turns out,
you can get sick of New York.
I bet, I bet. Leon, this is...
this is my son, James.
- Leon - James.
- How are you?
- Good to meet you.
- You too.
So are you happy to see me, or what?
Oh, you could have
given me some warning.
It was a bit of a spur of
the moment decision, you know.
And... and this is all you've got?
Yeah, this is it.
Well, some dodgy duty free.
But yeah, that's all.
So can you take off now, or...?
Oh, um...
You know what, I'm tired.
I'm going to go back to the hotel
and grab a few hours sleep.
Then I'll catch up with you
later, alright?
- No, no. You're gonna stay with me.
- Really?
Yeah, I'll just get the keys
to the car and, um...
Oh, you're so skinny.
- JAMES: You're not. You're gigantic.
- I'm not!
Alright, come on, fellas.
Get moving. Get out of here.
- SHANNON: In the car.
- Anyone else want to be charged?
Yeah, we're moving.
- Don't be a smart-arse.
- Hey, mate, this car's a classic.
It's going to be an impounded
classic in a minute. Now, piss off.
Come on, guys. In your cars.
Get out of here. Come on.
- Come on. Out of here. Piss off.
- Do you want to...
No, I've had my fill of bogan pride
for one day.
Come on, let's go. In your cars.
Out of here. Piss off, now.
- Hey!
- Back inside, please.
- You took your eye off him.
- Sorry?
Yeah, when he came at you,
you looked away.
Yeah, that's because there was
a lunatic hanging over my shoulder.
You didn't trust yourself.
You didn't think you could take him.
And you know what, you couldn't take
him - but you let it get to you.
Never let it get to you.
You should always trust.
You know what? I'm going to be
sending you some fines, Edward.
OK? Great. Thanks.
Off you go. Have fun!
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
- Hey.
- Yeah, Josh. I've got a call for you.
- Who is it?
- She wouldn't say.
But she said she needs to speak
to you. She sounded upset.
- OK. Put it through.
- OK.
Hello?
GIRL: Uh, how long does it take
to drown?
What? Who's this?
- It's Minka.
- Minka, are you alright?
Yeah, it's a hypothetical. You know?
I'm doing a bit of research,
that's all.
Where are you?
I'm at the pier.
With my only friend.
(GULPS) OK, that's really strong.
Which pier, Minka?
These are all the blank cheques
from Kitty and Bamm Inc.
Right. So, Ralph, what happened
this morning, mate?
They busted in, tied me up, pinched
all my credit cards and took off.
Right, so you worked for them?
Yeah, I'm their
financial controller.
I, um... I had to testify
against them.
- And these blank cheques?
- Just leftovers.
Right, well, Alice and Max seem
pretty upset over a few cheques.
Well, Max blamed me for everything,
you know? Said I ripped him off.
- And did you?
- Of course not.
Max never thinks
anything's his fault.
- LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson?
- Yeah, go ahead.
Someone's just tried to use
his credit card at South Wharf.
- Keep us informed of their moves.
- Onto it.
(SIREN WAILS)
Leon, are they still in the centre?
Yeah, just tried to use the card
in a women's boutique.
OK. Let's see if we can get some
contact numbers for Alice and Max?
(SIREN WAILS)
Leon, have you got a visual?
No, I haven't been able to get it up.
But the shop you want's downstairs.
I'm trying to get you
a number, Lawson,
but their mobiles belong
to the company and they're dead.
Do all these places
look the same to you?
The same shops.
Same crap to buy. Same faces.
I just don't understand how
any of this has meaning to anyone.
Excuse us.
Lawson!
Stop! Police! Move, move, move!
Stop! Police!
Move!
Stop the car! Police!
Get out of the car!
(TYRES SCREECH)
(SIREN WAILS)
Alright, watch him. Watch him.
He's gonna turn. Go.
Hook it here.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(MAX FIRES GUN)
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Move! Move!
Where the hell did they get
a gun from?
They didn't have one at the house.
- Did you check their bag?
- Yeah.
Right after I did a cavity search.
LEON: (OVER RADIO) Guys, the gun
came from a security guard
who tried to intervene.
- Max took him out.
- Alright. Get the footage.
Yeah, yeah. I'm working on it.
I've got CCTV of the shopping centre.
- Any idea what they grabbed?
- Er, looks like a dress.
A white dress.
A wedding dress.
Maybe they're getting married, Leon?
Looks that way. She looks pretty.
Love, man. It'll make you nuts.
Makes sense -
if you were going to jail,
you'd want to lock that down
before you went.
Look, Leon, is there any way
we can find out
where they may be getting married?
Let me do my best.
- This is your emergency?
- I'll just be a minute.
Is this on the clock?
- You came.
- Give it here.
- What are you doing?
- I'm just taking the afternoon off.
You should try it.
- Yeah, I'm working.
- Boring.
Now I know why my mum thinks
you're so great.
You like working as much as she does.
I'm gonna give you 20 bucks.
I want you to get a cab home.
- Are you angry at me?
- I'm working, Minka.
- I thought you were in trouble.
- Well, I am in trouble.
- Just take the money and go home.
- I don't want your money.
OK, fine.
Wait. Where are you going?
Wait. Josh!
- Josh, come back.
- Let's go.
- Shit!
- MINKA: Josh! Help me!
Josh! Help me.
Swim over here, Minka.
I'm not coming in
to get you, Minka. Swim.
Alright, I've got it.
They've got an appointment
at the South Eastern Registry office
in half an hour.
Alright. Copy that.
We'll intercept them there.
I'm sorry I got the shits with you.
That's alright.
I'm sorry I jumped in the water.
Probably sobered you up a bit.
Why does everything bad
always happen to me?
My dad killed himself.
Did you know that?
- Yeah.
- How do you know that?
Bloody cops.
You think you know everything.
I don't think that.
I miss him.
It'll get better.
It just takes some time.
I want it to get better.
I want to stop walking around
and feeling like...
..feeling like my insides
are on the outside.
Everyone's just looking at me going,
"You're so disgusting."
- You're not disgusting, Minka.
- I feel disgusting.
You're not disgusting at all.
I want to go home.
OK. I'll take you home. Let's go.
Well done. Saved another one.
Piss off.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
- Hi.
- Alice?
I'm so sorry. I can't believe
that just happened.
Max didn't mean to shoot at you.
It just kind of went off.
Well, you're very lucky
no-one was hurt.
OK? Now, where are you?
I can't tell you, Lawson. I'm sorry,
but if I tell you, you'll stop us.
Now, I know Max is being
sentenced tomorrow
but taking off now
is not the answer.
No, no. He'll be there.
He'll be in court, I promise.
OK. What about you?
There's just something
we need to do.
Yeah, we know.
You're getting married, right?
We just want to be together, OK?
I'm sorry, I have to go.
No, no.
Alice, don't hang up the phone.
Please, just give us
a little bit of time.
Please? I'm sorry.
Alice. Alice? Just...
Leon, where are they?
Alright, guys. I've got
Alice Anderson's phone up.
They're in Brighton,
near the main drag.
Are they headed for the registry?
No, they've come to a stop. Hang on,
just accessing the security camera.
And Leon, while you're at it, you
might as well put out a description.
Yeah. Yeah, how about we do
one thing at a time, eh?
Alright, I've got the car.
It's parked near the station.
They're heading for
the shopping strip.
It's in the opposite direction
to the registry office.
Why? What's there?
Boutiques, homewares, shoes...
Maybe she wants some flowers?
Surely you wouldn't
stop for flowers
when you've got cops up your arse?
No, there's no florists in the area.
- Tell you what there is, though.
- What's that?
A jewellery store.
But you'd stop for rings.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Quickly. Sweetheart,
I'll meet you there.
(SHOUTS) Whoa! Whoa!
No. Get off me! Get off me!
- Calm down, bridezilla.
- Get off me! Get off me!
Up against the wall.
Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
Hands together.
Come on.
Gun!
(EXHALES) Just follow me for a sec.
Just come this way.
It's alright. Don't worry.
Up the stairs. Too easy.
MICHAEL: Max! Stop! Stop.
Max, why don't you just
let the woman go
so the two of us can talk?
Why don't you just shut up?
Nah, seriously, mate,
don't come any closer.
Mate, just calm down.
No-one's coming any closer.
Hey, can you bring Alice?
Let's talk about that in a second.
Um, how 'bout you promise me that
you won't hurt her. Is that alright?
Can you make me that promise?
Lawson, we got him
in the Falconer Room.
(CHUCKLES)
Th-there you are. Why...
Why are you wet? What's happened?
What's going on?
Uh, she called me.
She was pretty upset.
- What?
- She's drunk.
- She said some things and...
- Wh-what things?
I don't think she meant them.
She's just lookin' for attention.
Who watches her after school?
(SCOFFS) "Watches her
after school"? She's 14.
Look, I know you're on your own...
Yeah, I'm on my own.
What's that to do with you?
Your drunken 14-year-old
is calling me at work.
Well, it won't happen again.
I'll talk to her.
Do they look...?
Awkward?
MAN: (OVER RADIO) VKC to all units.
Getting reports shots fired
at the Recreation Hotel.
Shhhit.
TR-2, we're on that.
Hey, Josh, the pub we were at this
morning - there's been shots fired.
I've gotta go.
Yeah, exactly.
- There's been a shooting, Tash.
- (SARCASTICALLY) That's alright.
Come here and make accusations
and then go.
Yeah, I think the words that you
were lookin' for were 'thank you'.
Oh, thank you.
WOMAN: Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Alice, I just need you to calm down
for me, OK?
We've got nothing.
And tomorrow we've got even less.
Max and I are getting married today.
Look, I know you wanna
do this for Max
but think about
what he's doing for you.
Oh, pah! Well, you can't stop us.
You can't stop us!
- Alice, listen...
- Shut up! That's what we're doin'.
(ANGRILY) You won't stop us.
STELLA: Shit. That's Edward Milch.
MAN: Piss off!
OK, Leon, we're gonna need an ambo
down here and some uniforms.
Stepping back.
OK, let's get some vision in there.
Stella, you're primary.
Make contact with Edward.
Leon, I need a number.
Hop out.
Now, I need you to do
everything that I say.
We're getting married.
I can help you, Alice.
But you need to promise me
that you'll do everything I say.
Yeah.
Alright.
Max, it's Lawson.
You wanna tell me what's going on?
Well, your mate said
he was gonna get me Alice.
- What happened to that?
- Yeah, she's here.
- Alice!
- I'm OK.
Now, Alice is here.
So you let the lady go
and put the gun down.
Go on.
That's good, Max. It's really good.
I still need you to put
that weapon down for me.
We just wanna get married.
I know you do. And you will
get married. Just not today.
Laws... Lawson, you said!
Look, I know you're worried
about sentencing tomorrow
but if you don't put that gun down,
then Alice is going to jail too.
- (ANXIOUSLY) No. Lawson.
- Do you realise that?
Because if you hurt someone,
she'll be considered an accessory.
Now, the most important thing
you can do right now
is put that gun down.
Now, if you don't wanna
do it for me...
..then how about you do it for Alice
and you do it for her future?
No, Max, don't do it.
- Sorry, darlin'.
- Don't!
Can't let you go to jail.
That's it. Now step away.
Let's go.
(YELLS) Hands where I can
see em', Max.
- MICHAEL: Covering!
- Down on the ground.
- (YELLS) Get down on the ground!
- Max!
Weapon clear.
(ANGRILY) You... you said
you'd let us get married.
- Alice, I said I'd help you...
- You lied.
Michael.
(SHRIEKS) No! Max!
(WHIMPERS) Max!
You're a BASTARD!
(SOBS) MAX!
MAN: Help me.
(IN DISTRESS) I need help. Oh.
Camera's in place.
Alright, vision's up.
I'm covering.
- MAN: (ON PHONE) Hello?
- Hi, Edward.
This is Senior Constable
Stella Dagostino.
- We were here this morning.
- Oh, yeah.
- You were the one that got punched.
- Oh, yeah. That was me.
Now, look, I know there's
an injured man in your pub
and I need to know what's happened.
Yeah, well, looks like
someone shot the bastard.
Were you involved in that, Edward?
Edward, are you alright?
Yeah, I'm... I'm fit as a fiddle.
How's your nose?
Yeah, it's fine, thanks.
But that man, I reckon
he needs some medical attention.
- Don't you recognise him?
- I do.
He looks like the man who hit me
and I'd like to get him
some help, OK?
I thought you folks took
that sort of thing quite seriously.
Yet here he is, a couple of hours
after you've arrested him.
What does that tell ya?
That no-one cares about
my modelling career?
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, you laughed at my joke.
That's pretty good.
No-one ever laughs at my jokes.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
You know, your friends don't seem
to have a sense of humour.
Oh, yeah, they're a bit like that.
But, uh, seriously, we do need
to get that guy to a doctor, OK?
Hey, you know what I think?
I think this is my property and I've
had enough trespassers for one day.
Look, I need to send someone in
to retrieve the injured man.
Yeah, you're not comin' in here.
Look, right now my priority's to get
him some medical attention, OK?
Yeah, well, he pulled
that on himself, eh.
Edward, can you give me your word
that you'll allow us to send
someone in there?
- Yeah, alright. OK, Stella, for you.
- OK, that's great, Edward.
I really appreciate that.
Heading in, Shannon.
So how long have you had the pub?
15 years. This pub's my life.
JOSH: Stand up. We gotta go.
Come on. Go. Go. Up!
You crazy bastard.
I'm gonna get you for this.
(SHOUTS) Yeah, well, that's what
you get for being a bogan redneck.
Hey, Edward,
just talk to me, thanks.
- Shut up!
- You're goin' to jail, old man!
- You're gonna rot in there!
- Just walk, will ya!
(OVER RADIO) Josh, he's on the move.
- Shannon, you got a visual?
- No clear shot.
- Hey.
- JOSH: Hey.
Should I take over or what?
Oh, she's already
established contact.
And how's she doing?
Yeah, leave her on it.
Alright.
You two wanna go and relieve those
uniforms at the back of the pub?
I can't believe we're just
waiting around for this thug
to be done with his God complex,
mate.
I mean, he's probably
just sittin' in there
havin' a tug
about how big of a man he is.
Christian. Cut it out.
That's how these types work.
- (METALLIC CLINK)
- What are you doing?
Well, this will hurry him along.
- (METALLIC CLANG)
- Seriously...
- What?
- ..you should stop.
And then maybe he'll come out and
he'll give me a piece of his mind,
and I'll be like, "Kiss my arse."
(METALLIC CLINK)
Christian. Stop.
You gonna make me? (SNIGGERS)
(GUNSHOT)
LEON: (OVER RADIO)
Michael and Christian, position?
Can't see anything.
Alright, copy that.
Hold position. Stand by.
I'm going loudspeaker.
- He seem suicidal to you?
- No.
I mean, unrepentant,
but not suicidal.
He didn't, OK?
You don't think he just...?
I don't know, genius.
Shhhhit.
I was just messin' around.
I wasn't...
Yeah. Well, maybe
you should tell HIM that.
(SIGHS)
(ON LOUDSPEAKER) Edward,
this is Stella.
I'm concerned for your safety.
I need to know you're alright.
Might be here all day
waiting for a dead guy to answer.
Edward, you need to
make yourself known.
Wanna try the siren ball?
- Yeah, good idea. Where is it?
- Uh, bottom right drawer.
Shannon, go round back.
Give it to Michael.
- Get him to chuck it in.
- I'll throw it.
No, no. I want Michael to do it, OK?
- (GRUNTS) You chuck it.
- Ow!
Apparently girls can't do
such things.
Cover me.
It was nice for me. Ha.
Get...
Just throw it.
You better get it in.
I'm just saying,
he asked for you s...
(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)
- Lawson, it's in the pub.
- Just.
Everyone stand by,
block your ears, here we go.
(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)
(SIREN STOPS WAILING)
Edward, you need to make
contact with us.
Right, stand by. Going again.
(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)
(SIREN STOPS WAILING)
Alright. Stand by.
We're gonna go in.
- MAN: Police! Don't move!
- WOMAN: Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!
- MAN: Police! Don't move!
- JOSH: Police! Don't move!
SHANNON: Police! Don't move!
The shotty behind the bar!
MAN: Weapon clear!
- (EXHALES HEAVILY)
- Drop the knife, Edward.
Hello, Stella.
What happened?
I've been trying to get through.
There's not much to talk about now,
is there? You and I know that.
What happened to your shoulder?
I dropped the bloody gun.
- I'm stuffed, Stella.
- No, you're not.
Don't feed me some fairy story.
I'm not bullshitting you, Edward.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
- It hurts, doesn't it?
You put the knife down,
I can get you some help.
Put down your gun and I'll let
you take this knife from me.
How 'bout I lower the gun
and you put the knife down?
I made you my offer.
Stell.
- (WHISPERS) Stell.
- What are you lookin' at him for?
- Look at me.
- Keep your pants on.
You can make your own choices
in here, Stella. It's my pub.
That's a bit deep, isn't it?
(CHUCKLES) I don't know, is it?
Well, you can take the knife,
Stella.
Hey!
Lawson, I got it.
Edward, we made a deal.
Edward, look at me.
(GROANS)
On your knees. Now.
(GRUNTS)
Look, Lawson, it all ended up OK.
- Write up your reports.
- I knew what I was doing in there.
- Really?
- You know what?
He wanted someone to trust him.
I did. And it was fine.
Well, you write that in your report.
Go, maverick.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Hey.
Mum says I can't call you again.
- Where is she?
- I have to close the door now.
Josh.
She's around the back.
Thanks.
- It's for my back.
- Bullshit.
(CHUCKLES)
- What are you listening to?
- (SNIFFLES)
(EXHALES) Nothing you'd like.
You make a lot of assumptions,
don't you?
Please. Coming from you,
that's too funny.
I wanna play a song for you.
OK.
You're a really cool chick.
- I'm not a chick.
- Well, shit. OK.
(CHUCKLES) You know what I mean.
Who is it?
No more questions.
Can you at least tell me
why you chose it?
Makes me think of you.
So you do think about me?
No more questions.
Er, yes. I am fine, Stella.
You look a little tired.
A bit tight in the shoulder?
Gloating is really unattractive.
Shannon challenged me
to a bike race.
- You won?
- Yep. Of course I did.
- I am way fitter than you.
- It's not about fitness.
It's about shit-hot instincts.
MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tango, Romeo Two.
The offenders have been sighted
heading north
alongside the aquatic centre.
Copy that. Turn here.
LEON: (OVER RADIO)
Josh, look out for this guy.
He pulled a gun on a shopkeeper.
Righto. Thanks, Leon.
(SIREN WAILS)
- Hey.
- Got it.
Take the car round the front.
You take it, Shan.
(SIREN WAILS)
- Is there any other way out of here?
- Nup.
OK, evacuate everyone out of here
and shut this door when we go in.
Yep.
Oh, shit!
Hey, hey, hey.
It was just an accident, Lawson.
What? Accidental discharge or did
you sight the weapon in the mirror?
What's the difference?
It's just a mirror.
Discharging your weapon
is a big deal, Stell.
I thought you, of all people,
would understand that.
- You know what your problem is?
- What?
You can't just let
a thing be a thing.
It has to mean
all these other things.
MAN: (OVER RADIO)
VKC to any unit clear.
We're getting a report of an
assault in progress in Gardenvale.
A female has been assaulted.
Yeah, VKC. We'll take that.
- Is she a bit jumpy, or what?
- No, she's been fine.
- Alright. Keep an eye on her.
- Lawson? We've got a job.
Thanks, fellas.
Alright? What's the story?
Neighbours reported a woman
assaulted in her front yard.
MAN: You are not coming any closer.
WOMAN: Max!
Stop it! Hey, stop it!
MAN: Get out of the way.
- Oi, what's going on?
- Hello, officer.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
No, you're not. You're bleeding.
Look, we're trying
to complete a repossession order
and these two are not complying.
- He hit her.
- No, I didn't.
- Hey, hey, hey. Listen.
- So, she smashed herself in the face?
Stand over here for the moment,
for me, OK? We'll sort this out.
Christian. Thank you.
Sorry, and you are?
Alice. I'm Alice and this is Max.
OK, Alice. Did that man hit you?
It was an accident.
I just got a bit of a shock.
They were given notice
we were coming.
Just quiet... for the moment,
thank you.
Um, we'll need to run a few checks.
- Yeah, of course.
- OK.
Alright, Leon...
..er, 6 Caroline Street, Gardenvale.
Currently got a repo in progress.
Can you check it out for me?
Gee, human beings accumulate
a lot of shit, don't they?
Mmm. Got to have
all the comforts, Kerry.
Not much comfort if someone
can take it off you, is it?
Hey, Stella. Are you OK?
- STELLA: Yep.
- LEON: Shoot yourself?
(LAUGHS) Well done.
How many years of bad luck is that?
I reckon about seven years
of Lawson on my back.
Yeah, well, maybe
your luck's about to change.
Uniforms need a hand
at the Recreation Hotel.
You're just around the corner.
(ALL SHOUT)
MAN: Back off, mate!
(SIREN WAILS)
- JOSH: Oh, shit.
- STELLA: This is gonna be fun. Whoo!
Get back! Oi, oi, oi.
- Get back!
- Inside. Inside. Inside!
Turn around and get inside!
Step back! Step back!
Go home.
- Inside!
- What's that you're saying?
- Get out of my way.
- Step back. I can't do that.
Get inside. Get in. Stell! Shan!
On the door. No-one goes in or out.
Lawson, the occupants,
Alice Anderson and Max Carroll,
own the house through their company,
Kitty and Bamm Inc.,
which has gone into liquidation.
All the contents are being
seized by creditors.
Alright, copy that.
Alright, Alice, Max, looks like this
repossession is taking place today.
Well, we just wanted to get some
stuff, like my clothes and make-up.
- You're not taking anything.
- Listen, they can get their clothes.
Alright? Michael, do you want
to give him a hand?
- I'm sorry about this.
- That's fine.
Look, personal items only
and then we can all move on. OK?
(PANTS)
Alice.
- (WHISPERS) We're not doing this.
- Hey, just, just...
No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Stuff it.
Wait. Hey, hey.
Just hang on a second, OK?
Don't let them ruin this.
- LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson?
- Yeah, mate.
Max has been found guilty of fraud
related to their business.
His sentencing's tomorrow.
Looking at up to 12 months.
- Has he been checking in?
- Yeah, doing everything by the book.
- Has he got other form?
- No. He was a cleanskin.
- And what about her?
- Nothing at all on her, Lawson.
OK. Copy that.
- How's that lip?
- Yeah, it's OK.
I just want this to be over.
OK. Here's my card, just in case
you do want to make a complaint.
- Thank you.
- We need the car.
- We don't have it.
- Come on, mate.
We know you've got
it stashed somewhere.
You'd take everything, wouldn't...
- Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen...
- Hey!
Now, I don't see a car there.
It looks to me like there's plenty
to keep you busy, wouldn't you say?
Maybe I'll leave it
for someone else.
Alright. Smart move.
Time to move on, guys.
- Take it all.
- Come on.
(ALL YELL)
Get back!
Useless prick!
Leon, have you got that info?
Publican's name is Edward Milch.
He did time in the '70s
for armed robbery.
Some firearms offences. Hasn't been
seen or heard of since '85.
Been any problems recently?
Reports of violence at the pub.
A bit of a hot spot.
Looks ethnically motivated.
Skinheads don't like him, anyway.
- Stay back!
- Get back, the lot of you!
What are youse meant to be?
Half-time entertainment?
- That was about to be you, mate.
- Bullshit. Let me at 'em.
- Step back!
- SHANNON: Go home!
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
Hey!
- Get out of here!
- What's going on, Edward?
Those racist idiots come in here
harassing me and my customers
so I threw 'em out, alright, and
they've come back with their friends.
- I'm gonna move them on.
- Yeah, good.
You can't fight with them like this
and you can't encourage
your patrons to fight with them.
If they come in and act like that,
I've got every right
to defend my property.
You don't have a right to start
a riot, and you call the police.
- (GLASS SMASHES)
- Oi! Oi, wait there.
EDWARD: Piss off!
SHANNON: Oi, stay where you are!
Go home!
Gettin' too hot for you, wog bitch!
- Oi!
- SHANNON: Come on, get out of here!
Josh!
- (SMACK!)
- Get back.
Piss off!
(RIOTERS QUIETEN)
MAN: You alright, mate? You alright?
MAN: Yeah, big man now, aren't you?
(CHUCKLES)
LEON: Oh, look out. Here we go.
Ooh. (LAUGHS)
Hey, do you guys need
reinforcements?
JOSH: No, we're good.
Are you sure you don't want back-up?
Oh, we've already
closed it down. It's fine.
What about Stella's friend there?
We'll get one of the uniforms
to take him.
- Is she alright?
- Yeah, she'll live.
Could you tell Shannon to tone it
down? She's giving us a bad name.
Will do.
- You OK?
- Peachy.
Shan, get all their regos and IDs.
Get a uniform to help you
breathalyse the lot of them
before they go anywhere.
Alright, on your feet.
You know I never meant to hit her.
That old wog's a stupid prick, man.
You'd hit him too
if you had a chance.
- MAN: See you later, guys.
- MAN 2: Catch you later, boys.
I just don't understand how you can
get into a situation like that -
you know, lose everything.
It's a slippery slope, debt.
Hey, I've got this cousin.
He buys this motorbike, right?
- What sort of bike?
- It doesn't matter.
- Yeah, it does.
- Uh, no, it doesn't.
'Cause it doesn't change the story.
- Well, it makes a big difference.
- Do you want to just listen to me?
Christian, how are we supposed
to visualise the situation
if we don't know
what kind of bike he had.
Hey! I... I was going to talk about
the bank loan that he took for it.
- Bank loan?
- Yeah.
Exactly. It's obviously something
he's been dreaming about.
Yep. And that's why we need to know
what kind of bike it is.
- LEON: Guys, that VKC call?
- LAWSON: Yeah?
The car mentioned is registered
to Kitty and Bamm Inc.
It's Alice and Max's car.
Alright, we're heading there now.
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: Help!
- It's the police!
- Oh, thank God. In here!
- Anyone else in the house?
- No, no. Just me.
- Please. My wrists. Please.
- Hang on, mate. We'll get you free.
- There we go. Right, there we go.
- (MAN GROANS)
Right. How about we start
with your name, shall we?
- Ralph.
- Alright, Ralph. What happened?
They took my wallet,
all my credit cards!
Did you know these people?
Do you know who they were?
Yeah. Max Carroll and Alice Anderson.
- OK. Just hang on for a sec, Ralph.
- Yeah.
Leon, I'm going to send you through
some credit card numbers in a sec.
- I want you to put a word out, yeah?
- Yeah, send them through.
OK. Also, I need someone down here
to take a full statement.
Alright. Consider it done.
OK, Ralph, how about we, er...
start with some pants.
No, it was this one I saw it in,
I think. Hang on.
Um, it was July, wasn't it?
I think.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hm. Yep.
- Um, early. Early July.
- Yeah.
- No way!
- Hello, Mum.
Oh, you little shit!
- So, I'm back, yeah.
- For how long?
For good. Turns out,
you can get sick of New York.
I bet, I bet. Leon, this is...
this is my son, James.
- Leon - James.
- How are you?
- Good to meet you.
- You too.
So are you happy to see me, or what?
Oh, you could have
given me some warning.
It was a bit of a spur of
the moment decision, you know.
And... and this is all you've got?
Yeah, this is it.
Well, some dodgy duty free.
But yeah, that's all.
So can you take off now, or...?
Oh, um...
You know what, I'm tired.
I'm going to go back to the hotel
and grab a few hours sleep.
Then I'll catch up with you
later, alright?
- No, no. You're gonna stay with me.
- Really?
Yeah, I'll just get the keys
to the car and, um...
Oh, you're so skinny.
- JAMES: You're not. You're gigantic.
- I'm not!
Alright, come on, fellas.
Get moving. Get out of here.
- SHANNON: In the car.
- Anyone else want to be charged?
Yeah, we're moving.
- Don't be a smart-arse.
- Hey, mate, this car's a classic.
It's going to be an impounded
classic in a minute. Now, piss off.
Come on, guys. In your cars.
Get out of here. Come on.
- Come on. Out of here. Piss off.
- Do you want to...
No, I've had my fill of bogan pride
for one day.
Come on, let's go. In your cars.
Out of here. Piss off, now.
- Hey!
- Back inside, please.
- You took your eye off him.
- Sorry?
Yeah, when he came at you,
you looked away.
Yeah, that's because there was
a lunatic hanging over my shoulder.
You didn't trust yourself.
You didn't think you could take him.
And you know what, you couldn't take
him - but you let it get to you.
Never let it get to you.
You should always trust.
You know what? I'm going to be
sending you some fines, Edward.
OK? Great. Thanks.
Off you go. Have fun!
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
- Hey.
- Yeah, Josh. I've got a call for you.
- Who is it?
- She wouldn't say.
But she said she needs to speak
to you. She sounded upset.
- OK. Put it through.
- OK.
Hello?
GIRL: Uh, how long does it take
to drown?
What? Who's this?
- It's Minka.
- Minka, are you alright?
Yeah, it's a hypothetical. You know?
I'm doing a bit of research,
that's all.
Where are you?
I'm at the pier.
With my only friend.
(GULPS) OK, that's really strong.
Which pier, Minka?
These are all the blank cheques
from Kitty and Bamm Inc.
Right. So, Ralph, what happened
this morning, mate?
They busted in, tied me up, pinched
all my credit cards and took off.
Right, so you worked for them?
Yeah, I'm their
financial controller.
I, um... I had to testify
against them.
- And these blank cheques?
- Just leftovers.
Right, well, Alice and Max seem
pretty upset over a few cheques.
Well, Max blamed me for everything,
you know? Said I ripped him off.
- And did you?
- Of course not.
Max never thinks
anything's his fault.
- LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson?
- Yeah, go ahead.
Someone's just tried to use
his credit card at South Wharf.
- Keep us informed of their moves.
- Onto it.
(SIREN WAILS)
Leon, are they still in the centre?
Yeah, just tried to use the card
in a women's boutique.
OK. Let's see if we can get some
contact numbers for Alice and Max?
(SIREN WAILS)
Leon, have you got a visual?
No, I haven't been able to get it up.
But the shop you want's downstairs.
I'm trying to get you
a number, Lawson,
but their mobiles belong
to the company and they're dead.
Do all these places
look the same to you?
The same shops.
Same crap to buy. Same faces.
I just don't understand how
any of this has meaning to anyone.
Excuse us.
Lawson!
Stop! Police! Move, move, move!
Stop! Police!
Move!
Stop the car! Police!
Get out of the car!
(TYRES SCREECH)
(SIREN WAILS)
Alright, watch him. Watch him.
He's gonna turn. Go.
Hook it here.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(MAX FIRES GUN)
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Move! Move!
Where the hell did they get
a gun from?
They didn't have one at the house.
- Did you check their bag?
- Yeah.
Right after I did a cavity search.
LEON: (OVER RADIO) Guys, the gun
came from a security guard
who tried to intervene.
- Max took him out.
- Alright. Get the footage.
Yeah, yeah. I'm working on it.
I've got CCTV of the shopping centre.
- Any idea what they grabbed?
- Er, looks like a dress.
A white dress.
A wedding dress.
Maybe they're getting married, Leon?
Looks that way. She looks pretty.
Love, man. It'll make you nuts.
Makes sense -
if you were going to jail,
you'd want to lock that down
before you went.
Look, Leon, is there any way
we can find out
where they may be getting married?
Let me do my best.
- This is your emergency?
- I'll just be a minute.
Is this on the clock?
- You came.
- Give it here.
- What are you doing?
- I'm just taking the afternoon off.
You should try it.
- Yeah, I'm working.
- Boring.
Now I know why my mum thinks
you're so great.
You like working as much as she does.
I'm gonna give you 20 bucks.
I want you to get a cab home.
- Are you angry at me?
- I'm working, Minka.
- I thought you were in trouble.
- Well, I am in trouble.
- Just take the money and go home.
- I don't want your money.
OK, fine.
Wait. Where are you going?
Wait. Josh!
- Josh, come back.
- Let's go.
- Shit!
- MINKA: Josh! Help me!
Josh! Help me.
Swim over here, Minka.
I'm not coming in
to get you, Minka. Swim.
Alright, I've got it.
They've got an appointment
at the South Eastern Registry office
in half an hour.
Alright. Copy that.
We'll intercept them there.
I'm sorry I got the shits with you.
That's alright.
I'm sorry I jumped in the water.
Probably sobered you up a bit.
Why does everything bad
always happen to me?
My dad killed himself.
Did you know that?
- Yeah.
- How do you know that?
Bloody cops.
You think you know everything.
I don't think that.
I miss him.
It'll get better.
It just takes some time.
I want it to get better.
I want to stop walking around
and feeling like...
..feeling like my insides
are on the outside.
Everyone's just looking at me going,
"You're so disgusting."
- You're not disgusting, Minka.
- I feel disgusting.
You're not disgusting at all.
I want to go home.
OK. I'll take you home. Let's go.
Well done. Saved another one.
Piss off.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
- Hi.
- Alice?
I'm so sorry. I can't believe
that just happened.
Max didn't mean to shoot at you.
It just kind of went off.
Well, you're very lucky
no-one was hurt.
OK? Now, where are you?
I can't tell you, Lawson. I'm sorry,
but if I tell you, you'll stop us.
Now, I know Max is being
sentenced tomorrow
but taking off now
is not the answer.
No, no. He'll be there.
He'll be in court, I promise.
OK. What about you?
There's just something
we need to do.
Yeah, we know.
You're getting married, right?
We just want to be together, OK?
I'm sorry, I have to go.
No, no.
Alice, don't hang up the phone.
Please, just give us
a little bit of time.
Please? I'm sorry.
Alice. Alice? Just...
Leon, where are they?
Alright, guys. I've got
Alice Anderson's phone up.
They're in Brighton,
near the main drag.
Are they headed for the registry?
No, they've come to a stop. Hang on,
just accessing the security camera.
And Leon, while you're at it, you
might as well put out a description.
Yeah. Yeah, how about we do
one thing at a time, eh?
Alright, I've got the car.
It's parked near the station.
They're heading for
the shopping strip.
It's in the opposite direction
to the registry office.
Why? What's there?
Boutiques, homewares, shoes...
Maybe she wants some flowers?
Surely you wouldn't
stop for flowers
when you've got cops up your arse?
No, there's no florists in the area.
- Tell you what there is, though.
- What's that?
A jewellery store.
But you'd stop for rings.
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Quickly. Sweetheart,
I'll meet you there.
(SHOUTS) Whoa! Whoa!
No. Get off me! Get off me!
- Calm down, bridezilla.
- Get off me! Get off me!
Up against the wall.
Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
Hands together.
Come on.
Gun!
(EXHALES) Just follow me for a sec.
Just come this way.
It's alright. Don't worry.
Up the stairs. Too easy.
MICHAEL: Max! Stop! Stop.
Max, why don't you just
let the woman go
so the two of us can talk?
Why don't you just shut up?
Nah, seriously, mate,
don't come any closer.
Mate, just calm down.
No-one's coming any closer.
Hey, can you bring Alice?
Let's talk about that in a second.
Um, how 'bout you promise me that
you won't hurt her. Is that alright?
Can you make me that promise?
Lawson, we got him
in the Falconer Room.
(CHUCKLES)
Th-there you are. Why...
Why are you wet? What's happened?
What's going on?
Uh, she called me.
She was pretty upset.
- What?
- She's drunk.
- She said some things and...
- Wh-what things?
I don't think she meant them.
She's just lookin' for attention.
Who watches her after school?
(SCOFFS) "Watches her
after school"? She's 14.
Look, I know you're on your own...
Yeah, I'm on my own.
What's that to do with you?
Your drunken 14-year-old
is calling me at work.
Well, it won't happen again.
I'll talk to her.
Do they look...?
Awkward?
MAN: (OVER RADIO) VKC to all units.
Getting reports shots fired
at the Recreation Hotel.
Shhhit.
TR-2, we're on that.
Hey, Josh, the pub we were at this
morning - there's been shots fired.
I've gotta go.
Yeah, exactly.
- There's been a shooting, Tash.
- (SARCASTICALLY) That's alright.
Come here and make accusations
and then go.
Yeah, I think the words that you
were lookin' for were 'thank you'.
Oh, thank you.
WOMAN: Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Alice, I just need you to calm down
for me, OK?
We've got nothing.
And tomorrow we've got even less.
Max and I are getting married today.
Look, I know you wanna
do this for Max
but think about
what he's doing for you.
Oh, pah! Well, you can't stop us.
You can't stop us!
- Alice, listen...
- Shut up! That's what we're doin'.
(ANGRILY) You won't stop us.
STELLA: Shit. That's Edward Milch.
MAN: Piss off!
OK, Leon, we're gonna need an ambo
down here and some uniforms.
Stepping back.
OK, let's get some vision in there.
Stella, you're primary.
Make contact with Edward.
Leon, I need a number.
Hop out.
Now, I need you to do
everything that I say.
We're getting married.
I can help you, Alice.
But you need to promise me
that you'll do everything I say.
Yeah.
Alright.
Max, it's Lawson.
You wanna tell me what's going on?
Well, your mate said
he was gonna get me Alice.
- What happened to that?
- Yeah, she's here.
- Alice!
- I'm OK.
Now, Alice is here.
So you let the lady go
and put the gun down.
Go on.
That's good, Max. It's really good.
I still need you to put
that weapon down for me.
We just wanna get married.
I know you do. And you will
get married. Just not today.
Laws... Lawson, you said!
Look, I know you're worried
about sentencing tomorrow
but if you don't put that gun down,
then Alice is going to jail too.
- (ANXIOUSLY) No. Lawson.
- Do you realise that?
Because if you hurt someone,
she'll be considered an accessory.
Now, the most important thing
you can do right now
is put that gun down.
Now, if you don't wanna
do it for me...
..then how about you do it for Alice
and you do it for her future?
No, Max, don't do it.
- Sorry, darlin'.
- Don't!
Can't let you go to jail.
That's it. Now step away.
Let's go.
(YELLS) Hands where I can
see em', Max.
- MICHAEL: Covering!
- Down on the ground.
- (YELLS) Get down on the ground!
- Max!
Weapon clear.
(ANGRILY) You... you said
you'd let us get married.
- Alice, I said I'd help you...
- You lied.
Michael.
(SHRIEKS) No! Max!
(WHIMPERS) Max!
You're a BASTARD!
(SOBS) MAX!
MAN: Help me.
(IN DISTRESS) I need help. Oh.
Camera's in place.
Alright, vision's up.
I'm covering.
- MAN: (ON PHONE) Hello?
- Hi, Edward.
This is Senior Constable
Stella Dagostino.
- We were here this morning.
- Oh, yeah.
- You were the one that got punched.
- Oh, yeah. That was me.
Now, look, I know there's
an injured man in your pub
and I need to know what's happened.
Yeah, well, looks like
someone shot the bastard.
Were you involved in that, Edward?
Edward, are you alright?
Yeah, I'm... I'm fit as a fiddle.
How's your nose?
Yeah, it's fine, thanks.
But that man, I reckon
he needs some medical attention.
- Don't you recognise him?
- I do.
He looks like the man who hit me
and I'd like to get him
some help, OK?
I thought you folks took
that sort of thing quite seriously.
Yet here he is, a couple of hours
after you've arrested him.
What does that tell ya?
That no-one cares about
my modelling career?
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, you laughed at my joke.
That's pretty good.
No-one ever laughs at my jokes.
Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.
You know, your friends don't seem
to have a sense of humour.
Oh, yeah, they're a bit like that.
But, uh, seriously, we do need
to get that guy to a doctor, OK?
Hey, you know what I think?
I think this is my property and I've
had enough trespassers for one day.
Look, I need to send someone in
to retrieve the injured man.
Yeah, you're not comin' in here.
Look, right now my priority's to get
him some medical attention, OK?
Yeah, well, he pulled
that on himself, eh.
Edward, can you give me your word
that you'll allow us to send
someone in there?
- Yeah, alright. OK, Stella, for you.
- OK, that's great, Edward.
I really appreciate that.
Heading in, Shannon.
So how long have you had the pub?
15 years. This pub's my life.
JOSH: Stand up. We gotta go.
Come on. Go. Go. Up!
You crazy bastard.
I'm gonna get you for this.
(SHOUTS) Yeah, well, that's what
you get for being a bogan redneck.
Hey, Edward,
just talk to me, thanks.
- Shut up!
- You're goin' to jail, old man!
- You're gonna rot in there!
- Just walk, will ya!
(OVER RADIO) Josh, he's on the move.
- Shannon, you got a visual?
- No clear shot.
- Hey.
- JOSH: Hey.
Should I take over or what?
Oh, she's already
established contact.
And how's she doing?
Yeah, leave her on it.
Alright.
You two wanna go and relieve those
uniforms at the back of the pub?
I can't believe we're just
waiting around for this thug
to be done with his God complex,
mate.
I mean, he's probably
just sittin' in there
havin' a tug
about how big of a man he is.
Christian. Cut it out.
That's how these types work.
- (METALLIC CLINK)
- What are you doing?
Well, this will hurry him along.
- (METALLIC CLANG)
- Seriously...
- What?
- ..you should stop.
And then maybe he'll come out and
he'll give me a piece of his mind,
and I'll be like, "Kiss my arse."
(METALLIC CLINK)
Christian. Stop.
You gonna make me? (SNIGGERS)
(GUNSHOT)
LEON: (OVER RADIO)
Michael and Christian, position?
Can't see anything.
Alright, copy that.
Hold position. Stand by.
I'm going loudspeaker.
- He seem suicidal to you?
- No.
I mean, unrepentant,
but not suicidal.
He didn't, OK?
You don't think he just...?
I don't know, genius.
Shhhhit.
I was just messin' around.
I wasn't...
Yeah. Well, maybe
you should tell HIM that.
(SIGHS)
(ON LOUDSPEAKER) Edward,
this is Stella.
I'm concerned for your safety.
I need to know you're alright.
Might be here all day
waiting for a dead guy to answer.
Edward, you need to
make yourself known.
Wanna try the siren ball?
- Yeah, good idea. Where is it?
- Uh, bottom right drawer.
Shannon, go round back.
Give it to Michael.
- Get him to chuck it in.
- I'll throw it.
No, no. I want Michael to do it, OK?
- (GRUNTS) You chuck it.
- Ow!
Apparently girls can't do
such things.
Cover me.
It was nice for me. Ha.
Get...
Just throw it.
You better get it in.
I'm just saying,
he asked for you s...
(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)
- Lawson, it's in the pub.
- Just.
Everyone stand by,
block your ears, here we go.
(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)
(SIREN STOPS WAILING)
Edward, you need to make
contact with us.
Right, stand by. Going again.
(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)
(SIREN STOPS WAILING)
Alright. Stand by.
We're gonna go in.
- MAN: Police! Don't move!
- WOMAN: Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!
- MAN: Police! Don't move!
- JOSH: Police! Don't move!
SHANNON: Police! Don't move!
The shotty behind the bar!
MAN: Weapon clear!
- (EXHALES HEAVILY)
- Drop the knife, Edward.
Hello, Stella.
What happened?
I've been trying to get through.
There's not much to talk about now,
is there? You and I know that.
What happened to your shoulder?
I dropped the bloody gun.
- I'm stuffed, Stella.
- No, you're not.
Don't feed me some fairy story.
I'm not bullshitting you, Edward.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)
- It hurts, doesn't it?
You put the knife down,
I can get you some help.
Put down your gun and I'll let
you take this knife from me.
How 'bout I lower the gun
and you put the knife down?
I made you my offer.
Stell.
- (WHISPERS) Stell.
- What are you lookin' at him for?
- Look at me.
- Keep your pants on.
You can make your own choices
in here, Stella. It's my pub.
That's a bit deep, isn't it?
(CHUCKLES) I don't know, is it?
Well, you can take the knife,
Stella.
Hey!
Lawson, I got it.
Edward, we made a deal.
Edward, look at me.
(GROANS)
On your knees. Now.
(GRUNTS)
Look, Lawson, it all ended up OK.
- Write up your reports.
- I knew what I was doing in there.
- Really?
- You know what?
He wanted someone to trust him.
I did. And it was fine.
Well, you write that in your report.
Go, maverick.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Hey.
Mum says I can't call you again.
- Where is she?
- I have to close the door now.
Josh.
She's around the back.
Thanks.
- It's for my back.
- Bullshit.
(CHUCKLES)
- What are you listening to?
- (SNIFFLES)
(EXHALES) Nothing you'd like.
You make a lot of assumptions,
don't you?
Please. Coming from you,
that's too funny.
I wanna play a song for you.
OK.
You're a really cool chick.
- I'm not a chick.
- Well, shit. OK.
(CHUCKLES) You know what I mean.
Who is it?
No more questions.
Can you at least tell me
why you chose it?
Makes me think of you.
So you do think about me?
No more questions.