Bad Eggs (2003) - full transcript
Ben Kinnear and Mike Paddock are detectives with the Melbourne Police force's elite Zero Tolerance Unit. When a freak accident involving a dead magistrate lands them on the front page of the local paper, Ben and Mike are busted down to uniformed duties. But when Ben discovers a strange link between the accident and the business affairs of a shady casino boss he and Mike have been investigating, the pair decide they can no longer turn a blind eye to the corruption rife amongst their own colleagues.
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It's alright, we're with Zero Tolerance!
He's a very cool customer.
One move and you're a dead man!
I guess this is Zero Tolerance.
They've blown it all out of proportion!
The corpse of the respected
magistrate was riddled
with bullets before a small
crowd of horrified shoppers.
Doesn't read very well.
Can't you see what they're doing?
You take out the word respected.
You're still left with corpse,
bullets and riddle.
And horrified shoppers.
You know when the Premier set up
the ZTU the press gave it a year.
They said, this is Melbourne, not New York.
Nine years later we're still here.
In all that time you know how many shots
the 240-odd members of
this unit have fired in public?
Half of those yours?
Yesterday you two fired 14 shots,
12 of them into a dead magistrate.
You know a lot of talk back at quarters
have said that given the opportunity
they'd have done exactly the same thing.
They want me to sack you.
Oh, come on, Doug!
We're so close on the Ridgeway thing,
you gotta understand!
Coiled springs. Coiled springs!
I can't have you two working Ridgeway
with this all over the papers.
Next week some other
magistrate will be cut to pieces
in a freakish chain of unlikely flukes
and all this will be forgotten!
Look, I'm sorry,
uniform duties, has to be.
we're back in short fucking sleeves
because of an accident.
Ben, I'm on your side.
If Ted Pratt was here you'd be...
Yeah, if Ted Pratt was here.
One time Lynn Squires threw
out a vital piece of evidence.
Ted put him in a barrel,
pushed him down eight flights of stairs.
What, out there?
What was he doing with a
barrel in an eight story office?
I don't know, he got a barrel.
What, from a local coop? What?
Listen, short sleeves,
just till this blows over.
I mean, who keeps a barrel in an office?
Classic bullshit story.
Unless he was using it to
store rainwater or something.
Maybe he'd been forced to wear it
into work after losing a big card game.
Mate, despite everything,
we're not looking
too shabby on the front page.
Blow those two blokes off the telly.
You know those two blokes? No.
You know, ching-chicka-ching,
chicka-ching, chicka-ching, chicka-chow!
What is that?
You know, ching-chicka-ching,
That's not anything.
You know it!
You're making that up.
This'll all fucking blow over,
I'm telling you.
Get out of here!
For fuck's sake!
Hey, do you know who we are?
Alfa bravo this is gray unit!
We're under attack of the mischievous type!
All right, I'm getting there.
So why'd this bloke top himself?
Found some photos in the car.
Yeah, let's just say the, uh,
respected magistrate liked to, uh...
Something of a legal term
that has a sexual double meaning.
Perform acts with underage prostitutes?
A legal term?
Don't know of its exact phrase
of putting psychological
tests under ambitions.
Someone behind me, isn't there?
It's the worst possible...
I'm Ben Kinnear and this is my...
I know who you are.
Come with me.
Why didn't you say something?
I tried to say something.
There's one detail I
didn't give to the detectives.
Perhaps you might pass it onto them?
Mind if I smoke?
Got a spare one?
Rodney's work files have all been erased.
Couldn't he have just...
No, I checked the history.
This happened last night
five hours after the accident.
Five hours after?
Can I use your phone?
Get a printout of the history, would you?
tell him I got some new information.
Okay, see ya.
Okie dokie, Mrs. P., leave it with us.
Oh hey, and listen, I just I don't know
how many times I can apologize for...
It's alright, Ben.
I personally am gonna
make this up to you, I promise.
Bit of a problem.
there's a lot of good words in this one.
Bungling dealer, terrifying inferno.
Same two officers, irony lost on widow.
Fucking idiots who must
surely now be sacked.
Five hours Ted Pratt goes under the knife.
So far no one's been game
to tell him about any of this.
Hang on, what about the computer?
you mean the one destroyed in the, uh,
Zero Competence Unit's
latest public relations fiasco?
Poulgrain's wife, she knows what...
Stay away from that woman!
Alright, in here.
Pendlebury and Wicks are handling this
and I've given them the Ridgeway file.
Don't you worry, we'll get that prick.
You guys have made
a fair bit of progress.
I'll be quite happy to put this one to bed.
I'll bet you fucking will!
Alright, that's enough.
He didn't burn down an
entire houseful of evidence.
He wouldn't know where to start.
You want me to get the barrel?
I'll be quite happy to put this one to bed!
Yeah, well, good luck to him.
Ah, fuck him!
We haven't spent 15
months in the back of a van
just so they can swish
in and cross the final T.
We're off the case,
mate, just accept it.
That's good, that's great.
You're a very well-adjusted man.
That really shits me.
Doug's little speech yesterday.
Nine years ago when we
all started together, yeah.
I've been here since day
dot and up until last week
the fuck ups have been few and far between.
When I first joined the force in '94,
you know what one of my first jobs was?
Every week I'd go down
to Channel 7 and sort of
mill about behind the host
of Australia's Most Wanted.
The alleged offender
entered the Quick and Go shop...
So I walked through shots,
maybe answer a call, sign something.
I was pretty good at it, too.
Did some good work then.
And wearing what appeared
to be a pair of drawn on sunglasses.
After a brief...
one week I got a bit too ambitious.
Claimed to possibly have a gun.
I started to climb the ladder
at the back of the studio.
I'm looking for an old
case file or something.
A love letter cut out of mauve hues.
If you have any information...
Hey, hey, hey, the ladder!
That was you?
Yeah, you see, everyone remembers that.
No one remember the weeks and weeks
of beautifully unobtrusive
that preceded it.
See what I'm saying? Yeah.
We gotta talk to Poulgrain's wife.
She's probably fled the country.
His funeral's tomorrow.
No, Ben, we can't.
We're just gonna talk to her.
What could happen?
Have you noticed who's
been writing these articles?
Who's Julie Bale?
Let's just say I've never had
a very good relationship with the press,
That's one way of putting it.
Come on, Doug, are we sacked or not?
I'm leaving that decision to Ted.
In the meantime,
you're not to leave this building.
What? You're on night desk.
I bet your girlfriend fucking misses me!
What's she doing here?
Look out, look out!
You fucking dorks!
Alright, shake it,
give it to me you fucking beggar!
Hey, it's them two blokes from the paper!
How did you manage it?
One fuck up I can understand,
two even, but fucking three?
You fucking losers!
Come on, Dozer!
Fucking night desk.
These pens are great, aren't they?
You get the four colors in one.
Yeah, but what's the green for?
No one uses green.
It's a passenger.
The other three colors
are clearly carrying it.
Yeah, but it's a nice problem to have.
So, who's Julie Bale?
Oh, would you knock it off?
Mike, do I ask you how you
and your wife are getting on?
We're getting on very well,
thanks very much.
Simone has just introduced me
to the delights of tantric sex.
Really shaking things up in the bedroom.
She's made me see that her orgasm has...
Hey, hey, hey!
Keep your orgasms to yourself, would ya?
So, who's Julie Bale?
That'd be me.
Oh, what's this then?
All come down to pull a piss, have we?
You're gonna like this, Kinnear.
Guess who it turns out's
been blackmailing Poulgrain?
We found some fingerprints
on an envelope in the car.
There is a God.
Oh, no, no, please, allow me.
You haven't lost your touch.
How does that work?
She's an ex-cop.
Can you believe that?
A disgruntled ex-cop.
Who was blackmailing a judge?
So it appears.
And who writes for the Tribune.
That should be worth
three years on its own.
And she's gonna look hilarious
on tomorrow's front page.
Yeah, wait'll they find out
she used to fuck your partner.
already have these on file.
Just do your job.
We're still a pretty good team,
you and me.
What are you talking about?
Well, between the two of us we really
finished off that magistrate.
let her sit it out here tonight.
We'll bag this up tomorrow.
Well done, gentlemen.
I'd like to officially retract
the contemptuous glare
I was giving you in the
corridor this afternoon.
How you going with the Ridgeway thing?
We're, uh, reviewing the evidence.
Back a bit.
Little to the left.
How about something
with a bit more cleavage?
What time would you like breakfast?
You know this is bullshit, don't you?
No, I don't know what it is.
I never sent him any photographs.
I sent him a computer disk two weeks ago.
Computer disk, what was on it?
What, suddenly you're interested?
Did you keep a copy?
Yeah, right, very clever.
How'd you go?
Soon as we finish up here
we're gonna search her flat.
Still got some of your CDs, has she?
Yeah, yeah, she does actually.
Not to worry, though,
because we have these.
Exactly as you left it?
Can we make that the
last of those comments?
Not a sausage.
Not a dick, even.
Take that down to forensics.
No disks, either.
Could be anywhere.
Can you reach it?
Yeah, there's something up here.
Bank book, passport.
What is it?
It's a photo of you and Julie.
Mike, you are really fucking pushing it!
I'm serious, look!
What's she playing at?
Probably best to get
that ladder over there, Ben.
How long have you known that was there?
Since we came in.
Told me she'd burned all these.
So how do we know there was a disk?
She doesn't lie.
It's one of her irritating quirks.
We were at the academy together.
we were like a well-oiled machine.
You're embellishing this, aren't you?
Well, that's how we saw ourselves.
Then we graduated,
got our first taste of real police work.
we both got in on the ground floor.
Jules was right into it.
Brand new force, answerable only to itself.
Complete independence from
all other law enforcement groups.
And we were there, ground zero.
All bullshit is it, now.
We're just like the rest of them.
Just in a different building.
there's less people watching you, you know.
Get the odd bit of shonk here and there.
Mike, have, have you ever...
Beaten a man to death with a spanner?
Oh, have I ever taken a bribe?
No, I haven't.
that's the first time in five years
that you've ever almost
asked me that question.
No, I haven't.
There's been offers.
Next to the police.
So why'd Julie...
Back in '95 we spent 10 months working
on a case that got shut down.
What was the case?
Remember Tuscan Bob?
That twat who wanted to
turn Royal Melbourne
hospital into yellow tail houses?
Shot through the head last April.
So, 10 months' work...
Down the shitter.
And you copped it and she walked.
Right, it was a fucking hot potato.
You would have done the same.
You would have done exactly the same.
Same as you.
Same as me.
And this is the evidence, one envelope?
Well, there were some photographs.
Some pretty French
photographs if you get me.
They've gone up to the ninth floor.
That blue? Oh, yeah.
you wouldn't happen to have made any copies
of these photographs would you,
for archival purposes?
No, that would have been acting outside
of regulations, Ben, I'm afraid.
Yeah, you're right.
I would have expected better from you.
Fuck me rigid, he's fair up the clack!
Oh, my God.
Which one did you send Poulgrain?
What are you doing?
No, no, say it again,
this time I'll try not to laugh.
That's the envelope.
These are one to one copies of the photos
and the originals aren't folded.
They don't fit.
This one contained a computer disk.
What's this all about?
In the meantime, you gotta let her go.
So do you, my friend.
She's onto something, Doug.
Just put me and Mike back
on the case for a week...
Wait, wait, wait, one thing at a time.
Ken, we're releasing Julie Bale.
Oh, come on!
did you get a copy of the evidence report?
Now I have to wander around
the office describing my ass to everyone.
There is a copy of the disk.
At your flat? Two doors up.
Two doors up, good.
Remember the last
time you were at my flat?
You don't remember
showing up one night pissed,
claiming you had
something important to tell me
before throwing up on three of my guests?
I hope you've cleaned up.
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
The whole fucking block just went up.
You didn't happen to grab... No.
How could they have known?
Where am I supposed to live?
There's a spare room at my place.
Are you familiar with the phrase,
not in a million fucking years?
You here on your own?
Yeah, my girlfriend's...
She's a reporter.
Hasn't spoken to me in five fucking years,
but she writes occasionally.
All kinds of nasty shit
about me and my colleagues.
your colleagues have razed my house
to the ground so I guess we're even.
What do you mean my colleagues?
I thought you'd burnt all these?
Remember our system?
Nine for every letter of the alphabet.
Oh, not K-7, I'm...
I'm too old for K-7.
Knife strapped to ankle.
Knife strapped to each ankle.
What was Z-9?
I believe in your book it was
one officer gives the
other officer a blow job.
Mike's not really coming
to the party on that one.
You haven't told
him about the system?
So what do you mean my colleagues
have razed your house to the ground?
Who do you think set me up?
Save your paranoid
theories for the Tribune.
Do you want to
know what was on that disk?
What, the disk that no longer exists
in any form whatsoever?
Remember when Tuscan Bob got whacked?
Wasn't you by any chance, was it?
I started investigating his
finances and I found a list.
A list of 29 rather large payments.
Code names used by ZTU officers.
Bullshit, that could be anybody!
What, 29 coincidences?
So why'd you send the list to Poulgrain?
Rodney was the
only person I could trust.
I should have sent it to you
so you could immediately file
it in the box marked this isn't happening.
Poulgrain died because of that list.
I know that.
And his house was burnt to the ground.
So I hear.
Why haven't these
shadowy forces killed you?
Why the elaborate frame-up?
Ties up all the loose ends.
Poulgrain case is solved,
I'm discredited along
with any other information I might have,
say, hidden in a safe somewhere.
Listen, I believe you.
Then help me.
There's no evidence.
What am I supposed to do,
go around the office
asking anyone if they've received
any suspiciously large payments lately?
So that's it, case closed?
There is no fucking case.
You are piss weak.
I suppose a Z-9's out of the question.
You let her go?
What the fuck are you two playing at?
What are we playing at?
Didn't you try putting the
photographs into the envelope?
She's mixed up in this somehow.
Listen to yourself.
There's gonna be a full investigation.
You're both suspended.
Her fingerprints were on an envelope
in the deceased's car, sir!
An envelope she says
contained a computer disk.
What was on that disk, Pendlebury?
Russell, come here.
He just went nuts!
The machines are the brainchild
of Jelong casino boss, Marcus Ridgeway,
and allow for interruption-free gambling.
The customer, or VIP, as we like to say,
simply inserts his or her credit card
and bang, you're set for the evening.
The Premier was quick to respond.
I think it's appalling.
Not the sort of thing that a leader
of a family-first government
could ever condone.
Is this a new low for Victoria?
A new low for the state on the go.
No, obviously not.
Mike, are you watching this?
And the latest on those shootings
at the police department...
Hey, it's Doug.
Complex building in Colin Street.
One of the dead has been
confirmed as Douglas Gillespie,
the acting commander
of the controversial...
Hey, Ben, Mike.
Christ, Ken, I'm sorry, mate.
Yeah, I smell fuck wits.
Ted, you're back!
You look hale and hearty.
Wouldn't you agree, Mike?
Well, I can't endorse hale,
but hearty, yeah, sure.
You know one of the
good things about hospital?
The way you get to wear those smocks
that don't quite join
up at the back so when
you're walking around
everyone can see your bottom?
You get to catch up on your reading.
Those three disasters have been
taken completely out of context!
we'll let the stairwell decide that.
Oh, get fu...
Don't mention the barrels.
What the fuck is going on, Ben?
What's it look like to you?
Well, it looks like Pendlebury's trying
to frame your girlfriend, Doug found out
and Pendlebury went fucking berserk.
I've gotta talk to Wicks.
It might just be you, I think.
Simone's already taken advantage
of my vulnerable condition and subjected me
to a vigorous carnal workout.
Sadly my own performance
was unconscionably poor.
Case of too little, too early, as it were.
You know this is all
gonna figure on my report.
It's open and shut.
I don't know what you're looking for.
They both had these?
The prints match.
It says here Pendlebury had two more.
Who carries three guns?
He was on a vendetta.
A three gun vendetta.
He was obsessed with nailing Julie Bale.
But Doug, Doug was onto him.
Doug never mentioned
anything about a computer disk?
Why was this in the car?
Because it contained the computer disk.
Who was first on the scene?
Mr. Wicks signed the report.
Why is this report 7401?
Shouldn't the first report be 74 double 0?
Why would you tear out the front page?
So Wicks realized what was on the disk
and left it off the report.
What do you think, Simone?
I think you should go
to the proper authorities.
Seems like the proper authorities
are the ones behind all this.
29 officers, maybe more.
Who can we trust?
Can you remember any of the code names?
Sure, but don't they switch them
around every couple of months?
What about the dates of the payments?
It was all July '98.
So if we can match the code names
to the officers for the chart.
Geez, it's all a bit fucking tenuous,
Can you get into the ZTU mainframe?
No, whole floor's locked off.
The ventilation system.
This is a joke, isn't it?
Who has access?
One bloke and he's
right up Ted Pratt's ass.
Can you talk him around?
Although, I reckon Mike would
be prepared to give it a go.
We're not having sex tonight.
Fancy coming for a little ride?
Oh, my God! Sorry.
Shut it! Sorry!
It's your fucking crime lock.
Just a nice slow menacing
crawl around the block
if you wouldn't mind, Benjamin?
Now, Northey, I assume you've heard
about Detective Pendlebury's
little limited hours rampage
on the eighth floor yesterday?
it seems that Pendlebury was just the tip
of an iceberg, a very corrupt iceberg.
And the Tribune's
gonna blow it wide open.
Yes, good, now you're getting it.
Time to choose sides, Northey.
You're either with the
good guys or the bad guys.
Anyone sitting on the fence
is gonna get smeared with a very...
Long brush, yes, a very long brush.
The ridge's right up...
Smears the... Speed bump!
Ridge's right up smears the fence-sitter
with some pretty guilty tar, my friend.
What's he talking about?
It's gonna be a massacre, Northey!
Half of ZTU's going down and as the bloke
who handles the records,
frankly, you smell bad!
I just process information.
He's on the bugle!
What do you want?
Just a little bit of information,
One little bit of information
and you're with the good guys.
Oh, you're the good guys.
We're with the good guys, yes!
Well, you're stuffed.
I can't get you any information.
Not without authorization.
Why, is there some bloke looking
over your shoulder all day, is there?
Yes, there actually is.
He sits next to me, from when
I start work until when I finish.
He watches everything I do.
I can't even turn the thing on without him.
The database is an old 70s system
that no one's compatible with anymore.
The room's completely sealed off.
There's no online, you can't hack in.
And we're watched constantly
by security guards
stationed outside the room.
And no one can get onto the
10th floor without clearance.
After hours the guard's still there.
The room's locked and the camera's on.
Did I mention the very long brush?
Doug Gillespie, the only decent bloke
in the whole fucking ZTU
was shot dead yesterday
and we could be next!
Now, how long have you been working
in that fucking rabbit hole?
Six years, 11 months.
And you never once,
just for your own amusement,
nutted out a way around the system?
I've always wondered
whether it could be done.
What the hell, Northey!
Take your pants off.
Take them off and I'll go and dry them.
I'll just, oh, sorry.
Looks like a power unit's down.
Yeah, that's fine.
That'll be okay, that's good.
See ya, Col.
As long as it's sealed off.
Okay, gotta go.
Hey, just a second.
I've gotta get it down to maintenance.
Yeah, well, I don't know about that.
I mean, uh, what's in it?
It's just a power unit.
Uh, yeah, well just hang on a minute.
Look, I'll tell you what,
you wait here and I'll take it down.
For crying out loud.
Couldn't bring it down during the day,
Bring it down after hours, didn't you?
I'm sealing off the floor.
Whatever you have to do. Yeah.
He's coming down.
Mikey, this stuff is off.
Is that really her that
does the Keno numbers?
Indeed it is, Jones.
It is her, it is her!
And that, gentlemen, is a gold Logie.
Oh, are you serious?
Confiscated anything else lately?
Remember the early
episodes of Playschool?
Not the one with?
prepare to go through the round window.
Got ya down here now, have they?
Yeah, you know how it is.
You shoot one dead magistrate.
Northey wanted this brought down.
Ah, wise decision, Mr. Northey.
Fickle beasts, the old XL9000s.
Best you separate it from the herd,
first sign of trouble.
I'll get this straight up on the blocks.
You seen these pens?
Fantastic, you got four colors in one.
Mike, Mike, I've gotta get going.
Well, you should get yourself one.
On his way up.
See you tomorrow.
You know what to do?
This gonna work?
It's gonna have to.
52, 48, one, two, one, four.
Five, two, four, eight, one,
two, one, four, one, three.
Nervous, Northey? Shh!
We shouldn't be seen together!
Well, we're not together, are we?
I'm reading the paper.
You're pouring a kilo
of sugar into your tea.
Why are you helping us, Northey?
Doug Gillespie was a friend of mine.
And I much preferred him when he was alive.
Let's do it, ladies.
What are you doing?
Oh, it's fixed.
I should get it hooked
back up or else the whole...
you're not going back in there, no way!
Well, I can't just leave it.
Look, this is my responsibility.
You couldn't just put it inside the door,
This is way out of line.
I know, I'm sorry.
Just give me the bloody thing.
Look out. Oh, sorry, sorry!
And back to the million dollar question.
The show where ordinary Australians
can win up to 20,000 dollars.
Now Jenny, you've already got the...
Just remember, this never happened.
No one can take that away...
Is this the semi-finals?
Yeah, this chick's shit-ass.
All six of your lifeline's
on just two questions.
Five, two, four, eight, one,
two, one, four, one, three.
Alright Jenny, here we go,
for $480 dollars.
Which one doesn't belong?
Oh well, time to go.
Take your time, Jenny.
For $480 dollars.
No, no, it's osteopath.
That's your back, isn't it?
No, no, no, don't you see?
All the others are
I mean, you don't go to a sociopath
for a medical problem, do you?
Hi, I've got an inflamed pancreas.
Oh, well, why don't I try undermining it
with a vindictive pattern
of antisocial behavior?
Time to go home, Mr. Northey.
There can only
be one correct answer.
$480 dollars, imagine what
you could do with that cash bounty.
Jenny, are you feeling nervous?
What the hell's going on, Mike?
Where's are fucking units?
You can't leave it in there.
It hasn't been reset!
There'll be a power surge.
You'll wipe everything.
It's a fucking time bomb!
It's not connected!
No, I'm not.
Jesus Christ, Bartlett.
Yeah, we got a rogue unit up here.
Yeah, a fucking wild card.
I'm encountering some resistance, Ted, yes.
Right, he's on his toes.
Yep, he's moving.
Yep, he's back.
He's back, okay.
Just take the bloody thing, will you?
Swift work, Bartlett.
Could be a commendation in this for you.
Think about that pen, yeah?
I'll be honest with you.
We've had a lot of calls suggesting that up
to this point your performance has been,
what was it?
Idiotic, that's it.
What the fuck is this?
This better be good.
Oh, it's very good.
That is classified information.
These two were about to destroy it.
Take it away.
that's the last we'll see of that.
What does that mean?
He knows full fucking
well what's on there.
What's he talking about?
Why don't we just open the file?
What's she doing here?
Yeah, just open it!
What, no question for me?
Shut the fuck up!
Give us a name.
Stephen "Tin Tin" Duffy.
I was never Stephen "Tin Tin" Duffy!
These are the names of officers
who accepted up to 29
highly questionable payments
from one Tuscan Bob Kalanga
in July of 1998. Unbe-fucking...
They wanted to
destroy this disk just as
they destroyed the disk
they found in Poulgrain's car.
They burnt his house down to get rid
of any other copies, they admit that.
Hang on a second.
and they also burned down Miss Bale's
entire block of flats just to make sure.
But, Ben was with me.
Yeah, but where was Paddock?
That'd be him there, wouldn't it?
But how did they...
Check your sunglasses,
This is bullshit!
We found the
receiving unit in Paddock's car.
What, did you think she'd never find out?
You killed Doug. No, I didn't!
If I'd been three seconds faster,
I could have saved him.
You can't allow that to happen.
This goes way beyond piss weak.
Just get her out of here!
Someone's in the shit and it's not me.
Did you make your one phone call?
Who'd you call?
I thought if you only get the one call,
I told Simone to go and
stay with her folks in Perth
and not to believe anything
she reads in the papers.
How did you become the face of corruption?
A pathological deceiver who
had even this reporter fooled.
Looks like you're in the tin, Kinnear.
So what are you gonna do?
I'm going to do what Doug
should have done a week ago.
I'm giving you both the official ax.
Buying all this, are you, Ted?
I don't have to,
that's why we have Royal Commissions.
that's how this will be sorted out.
Mr. Wicks has come up with
some very compelling evidence.
Yeah, well, with all due respect, sir,
Mr. Wicks is a fucking liar.
With no due respect, Kinnear,
get out of my fucking office.
Oh, I'm just fucking invisible, am I?
Yeah, it's him.
Turn it up.
Can't into it now, Mike,
TV crews everywhere.
Fucking nightmare, eh?
We need to talk.
You wanna step into the conservatory?
Grab yourself a seat, mate.
Let's do it.
I wanna hear this.
How about something to drink?
Yeah, what have you got?
What about the '98?
Ah, the '98,
that's supposed to be a beauty.
Yeah, no, we can go the knacker on that,
really do some damage.
Yeah, it's a good drop.
They're not going anywhere.
So, did you call Julie?
The machine told me to fuck off.
Ooh, that's delegating.
Hey, it is a nice drop this,
isn't it, the '98?
Yeah, it's a cracker.
What do you reckon
Wicks' next move will be?
Don't know if he needs one, does he?
He stitched us right up.
This inquiry's gonna be a joke.
Do you know what I can't work out?
Why did they just let us go?
Yeah, probably 'cause
they're planning to have us killed.
Drinks are on me.
they're fucking bang out of order, Ben!
I know, Mike, listen.
They're not fucking
getting away with this!
Uh, Mike, I think you might be
hugging the curb just a tad, mate.
Stop the car, big fella.
Blown my fucking house up,
Ben, fuck that!
We could have been in there!
Simone could have been in there!
What the fuck are you doing?
It's faster on foot!
Get back in the fucking car!
Give us a hand with this, will ya?
Was that the most
incompetent piece of driving
in the history of
high-speed pursuits or what?
I think so.
Hey, there's an upside.
We're still alive
but they don't know that.
For fuck's sake!
I'm not very happy, Mr. Wicks.
I was hoping they'd be a bit more dead.
Ted, of course.
I knew this was all far too elaborate
for Wicks' tiny little brain.
Shut the fuck up, Kinnear!
Everything was going
fine till you put your head in!
But the fun's over for you
two fuck knuckles because...
Where was I?
Right, put 'em in the van,
shoot 'em in the head!
I'm a very bad shot.
Put them down.
Come on, you two.
That's actually my car, Northey.
If you're gonna fire warning shots...
I must say I'm very
disappointed in you, Mr. Northey.
Well, I'm very disappointed
in you, too, Mr. Pratt.
What are you gonna do, call the police?
Won't be a moment.
It's a very small town,
put the word out.
I'll take dead,
alive or anything in between.
You saved our asses back there, Northey.
Where'd you get the shooter?
It's my father's.
Aren't they illegal now?
Oh, it's for sporting purposes.
Remind me again, what sport is
it that uses a semi-automatic?
He's a very aggressive golfer.
This is Julie Bale,
please leave a message.
If that's you, Ben, you can get fucked!
Jules, it's me.
I know what you think about me.
I've read the PM edition.
you don't have to believe any of this,
but Ted Pratt just tried to have us killed.
Out at Mike's house,
it's just a fucking litterbox.
Pratt's the one behind all of this.
Poulgrain must have called him,
told him about the disk.
You were right all along, the whole ZTU's
just a pile of shit.
By the way,
that photo you found at my house,
I stole it from your flat.
It's the one thing I did do,
I don't know why.
Just 'cause fuck!
Right, Ted Pratt has the combined resources
and firepower of the entire ZTU.
What have we got?
Well, Northey's dad's arsenal consists
of a blunderbuss,
this replica pistol and what appears
to be a genuine World War II grenade.
He's gone all floppy, that's not good.
I know who can help us.
The article in the
Tribune is all bullshit.
I don't read that paper.
So if your husband
hadn't called Ted Pratt,
none of this would have happened.
This is beyond comprehension.
You know, Ted came here two
days ago to pay his condolences.
He spoke beautifully about Rodney.
What was it he said last night?
Put 'em in the van,
shoot 'em in the head.
Give me the phone.
Eleanor Poulgrain on four.
I thought I should call you right away.
I was cleaning out Rodney's office
and I came across
another copy of that disk.
And some files, um,
something on, uh, Bob...
It was some sort of financial transactions.
Oh Jesus, look, just stay where you are.
I'll tell you what.
I'll give them to the two officers.
What two officers?
They say they're with you.
Oh, for Christ's sake, don't give them,
don't give them anything! What?
I'm sorry, Ted.
There were two of them.
We'll get them.
These files, did you examine them?
They were just, uh, some gobbledygook
about payments or some such.
You were mentioned, Mr. Wicks.
Right, it's on.
You were right all along.
The whole ZTU's just a pile of shit.
By the way,
that photo you found at my house,
I stole it from your flat.
It's the one thing I did do.
I don't know why, just 'cause...
Miss Bale, I was wondering if
you wouldn't mind accompanying us downtown,
just a few more questions?
Yeah, I'm listening.
We're sitting on some pretty
interesting files up here, Ted.
Yes, no code names this time.
It's all there in black and white.
So unless you want to...
We've got your girlfriend.
By girlfriend, he means me.
You can't win, Kinnear.
I want those files by tonight or,
well, you know how this works, mate.
Call me on the mobile.
You'll be feeling a bit foolish right now,
That should be your face.
Actually I don't think
we've got enough red ink.
It just keeps getting worse and worse!
At least Jules believes me now.
Oh yeah, that's a bonus.
Slightly outweighed, don't you think,
by the fact that we are totally fucked!
He's giving us till tonight.
Tonight when we what, Ben?
Exchange Julie for
some files that don't exist?
Even if they did exist
Ted isn't gonna let us go!
He's not gonna let Julie go!
By this time tomorrow
we'll be nothing more than
a future challenge for the
department of dental records!
Who has authority over Ted Pratt?
Well, there's fucking Satan, for one.
That's out of order, Northey.
That's my thing,
you don't do the chicka chows.
this is the main entrance to the vestibule
and I should point out that
what you're about to see
is one of the finest vestibules
in the state of Victoria.
The vestibule was completed in 1879
and again three years later after a series
of embarrassing spelling
mistakes were discovered...
Here to see the Premier, ZTU.
What are you doing?
I know who you are.
You're the two most
bent coppers in Victoria.
They're clean, boss.
Very fragrant yourselves, gentlemen.
Listen, you don't understand,
this is a matter of life and death.
coat of arms is a more...
What's all this?
It's Kinnear, isn't it?
One of the ZTU originals.
Nine years ago you shook
our hands and wished us luck.
Now we need five minutes of your time.
This is about Pratt, isn't it?
Marcus called, he's running late.
You two take a seat.
I've just got one call to make.
Check this out.
It's an extraordinary likeness.
That's gonna stick.
You're a bad egg.
What are you doing?
sitting outside my office.
How soon can you get here?
Now, listen, there might...
Shit, come on!
Be another copy of this disk.
Another copy, really?
And how long were you gonna
wait before telling me this?
It's under control.
How is it under control?
We've got Kinnear's girlfriend.
Christ, what's in this file?
Names, amounts, everything.
Kalanga must be covering his ass.
Probably gonna blackmail
us if we don't pop him first.
Yeah, well, this is a fucking mess, Ted!
I tell everybody no paper records!
Now I want those files
destroyed and I want those two
and the girl out of the picture for good.
Are you there?
Ted'll be here in five minutes.
This has all been you, hasn't it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
What, the ZTU's just
your own private little police force,
shouldn't you at least be trying to escape?
You're coming with us.
And you're threatening me with what?
Your disheveled appearance?
Oh, the letter opener?
Are you gonna hold that to my back
and walk me past my entire
staff and the security guard?
Hey, catch this.
Don't try and put it down.
It's a very, very unstable hand grenade.
You will actually grip only for
a second it's gonna explode.
Do you understand?
What, killing all of us?
Listen, you smarmy shit,
we try and leave
this office without you, we're dead.
You know that.
That's why the three of us
are gonna take a walk right now.
Down at the car park, nice and calm.
And if you say anything or
try to get anyone's attention,
I'm just gonna push you
over and that will be that.
One other thing.
You ever refer to Victoria
as a state on the go,
or use the phrase family-first
government ever again,
I'm gonna stick this through
your fucking face, okay?
we're just popping out for five minutes.
looks like I almost missed you.
Yes, yes, fine.
Look, I've got...
Sorry, do I know you two?
Yeah, we're with Ted Pratt.
Christ, for a second there
I thought you were under arrest.
Listen, mate, Ted called, said there
was something going down?
we can talk about that later, I think.
No, no, we're in no hurry.
He said to hand these
over to you in person.
I said I'd just shred them,
but he said no, give them to you.
Yeah, put them on the desk, I think.
Where's that lift?
I'll take 'em, hold them for you.
Oh, thank you.
Premier's got his
hands full at the moment.
Good of you.
Thank you very much, Marcus.
Yeah, go on, Marcus.
We'll take care of these, mate.
They'll be well taken care of.
Not now, Marcus!
I gave those files to
Lionel and your two mates.
You wanna actually fold a bit?
Ted, must have just missed you.
You fucked up, Kinnear!
Once they find out you're with the Premier,
every cop in the state will be after you.
I'd keep this between us, Ted.
We're building up quite
a database at this end.
What do you want?
We give you Cray, you give us Julie.
We give you the files.
Oh, no, Ted!
I'm not letting you set up a turkey shoot.
We'll tell you where in one hour.
Just get yourself, Julie and Wicks
into a car and wait for our call.
Oh, I want Julie in a vest and helmet.
What's that about?
Oh, don't want you shooting her
in the back now, do we, Ted?
Fine, I want the same for the Premier.
Ugh, now that's just insulting.
Oh, that's right,
you only shoot dead people.
That's what Ridgeway
paid you as a Christmas bonus.
Did I get that right, Ted?
One fucking hour, Kinnear.
I'll be waiting.
I never get to hang up on him.
A little drinkie for the Premier?
You're not still upset about
that grenade thing, are you?
If it's any consolation, my entire house
was blown up last night.
I've lost my job, my car, my reputation.
My rich and varied sex life
has been put on hold indefinitely.
Weren't you the guy on
Australia's Most Wanted?
Yeah, I'll always have that.
Northey's found us a van.
We're gonna die.
You know that, don't you?
There's one person who can save us.
Who is it, Batman?
It's a she.
Jules! Oh, Julie!
You've got it?
What does he see in you?
I'd take you in the back and show you,
but there doesn't seem to be enough room.
What are you driving, Ted?
A silver bloody van!
Get onto the Calder.
What do you reckon?
I don't see any snipers.
Left at the third road.
You'll find us.
It's not too late, you know.
You could just run like fuck.
what about the very long brush?
What's in the van, Ted?
Just the bloody three of us.
That's close enough.
Set 'em up, send 'em over.
Just give us a minute.
As soon as we get the
Premier blast the shit out of them.
Yes, Mr. Bin Laden.
I thought you'd have dropped
all the smartass bullshit by now.
'Cause in about 90 seconds
you and your boyfriend
will be blown into the shithouse.
In half an hour you'll be a chalk outline
and I'll be back at the
office ah-ha'ing over
this whole sorry fucking episode.
And in 40 minutes blowing the Premier?
Hey, I'm a chalk outline, what do you care?
Any last words?
Mr. Premier, in spite of everything,
you've still got my vote
and my family's vote.
You get that?
Don't want you looking stupid.
I thought you'd be tired of that, nice.
Let's do it.
Ah, shit, no!
You see that, Ted?
Now, tell Wicks to drop his gun.
Mike's a much better shot than Northey,
And tell the 10, is it 10, Ted?
Tell the 12 blokes in
the van to do likewise.
And, you know, I'm guessing here,
but, I suppose there's some kind
of bazooka in the back of that van?
Now, if you could grab the keys
and go to the door of the van, Ted?
And lock it if you could.
Mr. Northey, have you done what I said?
What's he done?
He's called the police.
This has got to be worth it, we were wrong.
Anyone for plum jam?
Hey, we're not walking
all the way back to town, are we?
No, probably shouldn't.
I'm gonna take that van, then.
I've already got a stitch.
Why weren't we on that helicopter?
Nice work, scarecrow.
Nice work, tin man.
Yeah, gee, thanks.
An extraordinary nine years
of corruption uncovered by
officers Kinnear and Paddock...
Police commissioner praised
the efforts of reporter Julie Bale...
talking about yesterday's
extraordinary events captured on video.
The files confirm
a highly illegal relationship
between the Premier...
As a result,
casino boss, Marcus Ridgeway
was this morning charged with a range of...
Up to 40 ZTU officers
including Pratt himself.
Detective Wicks will be charged
with the murders of Douglas Gillespie...
But a taped
conversation between Pratt
and the Premier implicates...
whose heroism has already
earned him a six figure book deal...
seen here in a famous 1994...
But Victorians will long remember
this image of their disgraced Premier.
Acting Premier Reg Lamille
this afternoon announced
that the Zero Tolerance Unit
will be closed down and its remaining
officers integrated into the...
Do you want me to leave?
If you wouldn't mind.
Almost quarter past.
How am I looking?
The face of seduction.
Please, could you?