Harry (2013): Season 1, Episode 1 - This Is Personal - full transcript
Harry returns from a month's leave, with provisional clearance from the shrink to return to duties.
[Inhaling slowly]
[Exhaling slowly]
MELE: [Sobbing]
HARRY:
Mele, what's wrong?
MELE:
Why did you do it?!
[Sobbing]
HARRY: Mele.
Oh, my God.
Anyone fucks with you,
you just waste them.
- [People screaming]
- Get on the fucking ground!
Hurry up!
Don't fuck with me!
Lift it!
No.
Lift it or I'll fucking
blow his head off.
Fill it.
Don't fucking look at me!
[Growls]
[Panting]
I said don't fucking look at me.
[Indistinct talking
on television]
[Speaking Samoan]
Harry!
Oh!
[Speaking Samoan]
- Ah, you know...
- Dad!
Baby! Waffle!
You said you'd only be gone
a week.
I'm sorry.
I thought you'd never come back.
Hey.
I wouldn't do that to you.
Oh, you made it nice.
Used to have the bed over there.
Can we go home
now that you're back?
Soon.
Things'll get better, Mele.
[Blues music playing,
indistinct conversations]
Hey, Harry.
Heya, Stocks.
Nice tan.
Anyway, we know
they're responsible
for about three previous
robberies in the area.
Same M.O., same weapon.
And this is the first time
they've killed anyone?
Yeah. Poor bastard.
- What does the footage tell us?
- If we had any, I'd show you.
- Witnesses?
- Nothing flash.
When a brother in a bandanna
tells you to hit the floor,
you hit the fucking floor.
How many we looking for?
One does the job,
so at least two in the car.
So, that's three, maybe four.
It's always a stolen vehicle,
no particular model.
They change cars nearby,
usually an undercover car park.
MAN: That's how we do this.
Yeah, boy.
Piece of piss.
Best gear and the best bitches.
- Maybe not the best bitches.
- Best you'll ever get.
- She got you there, Afa.
- Shut it.
I'm paying for your ass,
not your smart mouth, slut.
[Hip-hop music playing]
Actually, my name is Star.
Anyway, here's your mail.
Bloody neighbor
wasn't picking it up.
Thanks, mate.
So, seriously, Harry, uh,
how are you holding up?
What's done is done.
Her decision.
Old news.
Roadie?
No, I don't think so.
Stop talking and suck on this.
You heard back
from that little psycho yet?
MAN: Nah.
Keep trying.
We're gonna need him.
We can buy better bitches.
- This one really sucks.
- [Laughs]
WOMAN:
Good to see you again, Harry.
Take a seat.
I'm sorry it has to be
under these circumstances.
I know the drill.
This is not like last time,
Harry.
This isn't about you finding a
couple of kids in a house fire.
This is personal.
So, you want to go back to work?
Yeah, I think it'll be good
for me.
Yeah. So do I.
But it's only been four weeks.
I took some time out,
went to Samoa.
- Why Samoa?
- That's where I come from.
That would've been great
for you and your daughter.
Now, there's some questions
I have to ask you.
- Is that all right?
- Go for it.
Are you eating all right?
Yes.
Are you sleeping?
Yep.
Using much alcohol?
No more than usual.
How much is usual?
The odd beer here and there.
You know.
Harry, it's really important
to look after yourself,
especially under
these circumstances.
Yeah, I know.
But I just want to
get on with things.
That's why going back to work
is important.
Yeah, I understand.
So, can I have a clearance?
Yes.
But it's gonna be graduated.
I'd like to see you again.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm not, Harry.
You have to understand
that this is gonna take time.
All right,
it's quarter past 8:00 here.
You're with Duncan Garner
on RadioLlVE.
A fine sunny day
right across the country.
Morning, sir.
Sir.
Hendo.
Well, well.
It's Brangelina.
BOTICA: Harry.
- Good to see you, Bots.
- You, too, mate.
Good to see you, boss.
Where are you two lovers off to?
In case you haven't heard,
we've got a killer to catch.
Oh, yes, well aware of that.
Why do you think I'm here?
[Laughter]
WOMAN:
Morning, Harry.
MAN: Harry.
- MAN: Hey, Harry.
- Hey, mate.
- HARRY: Attractive lot.
- Hey.
- So, how'd you go?
- [Sighs]
Looks like this
has been through the wringer.
- A bit like you, mate.
- [Chuckles]
"Provisional."
What's that mean?
That I have to keep going back.
It's a very sad day indeed
when my best detective
can't even bullshit a shrink.
Anyway, not the end
of the world, Harry.
$10 each way.
Race 1.
Number 9.
You lazy bloody hori.
The wandering coconut's back,
eh?
[Laughs]
Good to see you, mate.
- How'd you like the hot seat?
- Hey, you're welcome to it.
Too much like hard work, eh?
What would you know about that?
[Laughs]
Hey, uh, you should come over
for a feed.
Trish would love to see you.
Bring Mele.
As long as it's not a boil up
with that rotten-corn shit.
Hey.
It's your Bible.
You keep it.
Got the app.
Flash guy.
AFA: What do you mean,
I'm not good for it?
I'm fucking good for it.
Come on, Chocka.
I can get the money back to you
in a few days.
What?
Fuck's sake.
Fucking Chocka, asshole.
[Beeping, indistinct shouting
on television]
[Baby cries]
WOMAN: Shut up!
You've got to do another job.
Oi! You listening?
- Do I have to?
- "Do I have to?"
You owe me money,
you little fuck.
Can't I just deal again
and pay you back like that?
The pigs don't have anything,
or they would've put it
on the news by now.
AFA: Now piss off home.
I'll text you later.
Maybe you shouldn't load the gun
this time.
Maybe you should
shut the fuck up.
[Clattering]
WOMAN: Good afternoon.
HARRY: Detective Sergeant
Harry Anglesea.
I'm new on the case.
Just want to have a look around,
get a feel for what happened.
Kid was over there.
Boom.
Walks over here.
He's waving his gun around.
The teller hands the money over,
and our man pauses, aims...
pulls the trigger.
Teller killed instantly.
Solo father of one.
Mother doesn't want to
know the kid.
And nothing from the cameras.
[Cellphone vibrates]
[Keypad beeps]
AFA: Oi.
Let's go.
[Announcer speaking
indistinctly on television]
[Panting]
What's going on, mate?
Jesus!
- [Gun clicks]
- Fuck!
[Woman screams]
[Grunting]
Get on the fucking ground!
MAN:
Comms... 10-1 to all units.
We have information coming in
about an aggravated robbery in
progress at KiwiBet in Otahu.
Moss, there's a block of shops
up there.
Go and check out if there are
any possible witnesses.
How bad?
Uh, odds against.
Any description?
Even better.
HARRY: Jesus.
WATTS:
Check this out.
There he is.
HARRY:
About bloody time.
WATTS: Too right.
Is this it?
What the fuck were you doing?
The gun wasn't even loaded.
Here, you little fuck.
You're lucky to get that much.
You useless fuck.
And fuck off!
HENDERSON: The level of violence
is extreme.
We have a fully committed team
of detectives
who will work tirelessly
to achieve a result.
We will leave no stone unturned
to hunt them down
and bring them in.
The photo's out there.
He's someone's neighbor
or brother or son.
And those of you with fizzers,
you work them hard.
So get out there first thing
in the morning...
and shake the bloody trees.
MELE: [Sobbing]
[Moaning] Mum!
Mum.
[Breathing heavily]
HARRY: Hey.
Hey.
Mele. Mele.
It's all right.
GRACE:
[Speaking Samoan]
You should never have left her.
Shh.
I see we've got nothing.
Come on, Hendo.
The boys are working
16, 18 hours a day.
They're not exactly
sitting on their hands.
Big fucking deal.
I need to keep this
on the front page,
and staff working long hours
and getting nowhere
isn't gonna do it.
Look, we've completed
the forensics on the car,
we've reinterviewed
the witnesses,
we've coordinated
nominated suspects,
and we're hoping for
a DNA result on the beanie.
You can give me a list
till the cows come home.
I need a result.
Right, then, I'll pull a rabbit
out of my ass, shall I?
[Bell clanging]
Seen the news lately?
You working that bank job?
That's why I'm here.
- I might know something.
- Yeah?
- In return for something.
- Here we go.
I've got a bail hearing
this week.
And the piece they found
in the boot wasn't even mine.
Woodentops didn't even have
a warrant.
It's a hard-knock life,
eh, Spud?
Don't need your sympathy, Harry.
You know the deal.
HARRY: Spud said
it's okay to talk.
STAR: One of them
was a real asshole.
So you don't owe them shit,
right?
I'm not a nark.
I'm not getting
in any fucking witness box.
I get that.
Tell me what happened.
They had a lot of money.
HARRY:
One's called Afa,
and the other has a scorpion
tattoo on his right upper arm.
Can you type any slower?
I'm trying, boss.
- HARRY: Ooh.
- [Groans]
Scorpions are popular.
Happy hunting, pork bone.
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
HARRY: [Speaking Samoan]
Sure.
I'll be 20 minutes.
[Speaking Samoan]
Thanks for calling.
We never raised our son
to be a criminal.
Sometimes it doesn't matter
what you do,
they end up mixing
with the wrong people.
[Speaking Samoan]
Why do you think your boy
is involved with this?
[Speaking Samoan]
MRS. MATAOLA:
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
MRS. MATAOLA:
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
Where is he now?
MR. MATAOLA:
He hasn't been home.
We haven't seen him
for a couple of days.
[Speaking Samoan]
As soon as I hear from you,
I will come and pick him up,
and then some police will come
and search your house.
Why do the police need to
come to my house for?
I'm sorry.
That's just what we have to do.
I promise we'll do this
as quietly as possible.
And thank you both
for calling us.
STOCKTON:
"Luaselau Petelo Mataola.
Date of birth...
February 7, 1994."
HENDERSON:
Harry's done well.
Yeah.
So, the plan is to bring the boy
in first thing in the morning.
Good.
I'll alert the AOS.
Actually, we're gonna
do this one on the quiet.
Whoa.
Hang on, Stocks.
There'll be nothing quiet
about this.
Hendo, Harry promised them
discretion.
Yeah, I don't care.
We need to make a statement.
Look, the only reason
we got this break
is because he formed
a relationship with the family.
This is my decision,
and you will use the AOS.
We can get the same result
without the three-ring circus,
and I'm not having
my detectives undermined.
You're not listening.
This case is big news.
I want the arrest
on the front page of The Herald.
That's it.
End of story.
Fucking black pajamas.
Try and see it
from Hendo's point of view.
Fuck Hendo.
The family did the decent thing.
They gave up their son,
knowing he'll be going to jail
for a very long time.
Two people are dead,
the kid's a killer,
we've got our orders,
so get over it.
[Door opens]
[Sighs]
Fuck!
[Telephone rings]
Hello?
Mr. Mataola.
[Speaking Samoan]
Okay.
I'll be around to pick him up
at 8:00 in the morning.
[Speaking Samoan]
Thank you for your help.
[Speaking Samoan]
He's in the sleep-out.
Right.
I'll get the AOS.
[Telephone ringing in distance]
[Line ringing]
[Telephone ringing]
- Hello?
- Is that Mr. Mataola?
- MR. MATAOLA: Yes.
- This is the Auckland Police.
Excuse me?
Number 15, you are surrounded
by armed police.
Come out now and lie facedown
on the driveway.
Number 15, you are surrounded
by armed police.
Come out now and lie facedown
on the driveway.
Lie facedown on the concrete!
Put your hands behind your back!
MAN ON BULLHORN:
You in the sleep-out,
this is your last chance!
Come out now!
[Shouting in Samoan]
[Dog barking]
MAN:
House and building cleared.
All occupants
secured on the driveway.
Target not present.
No way.
Confirm... target Lua Mataola
not present.
Confirmed... target not present.
Fuck.
[Indistinct
police radio chatter]
[Vehicle door closes]
Get them up off the ground.
We'll take it from here.
Thanks, mate.
[Speaking Samoan]
It was taken out of my hands.
[Speaking Samoan]
MR. MATAOLA:
He was here last night.
MELE: [Moaning] Mum.
Mum.
[Beep]
SINA: Hi. You're obviously
working late again.
Your dinner's in the oven.
So, I'll see you
when you get home.
[Beep]
Hi. You're obviously
working late again.
Your dinner's in the oven.
So, I'll see you
when you get home.
[Sighs]
[Door closes]
HENDERSON:
What went wrong?
Well, he wasn't bloody there,
was he?
Well, where is he, then?
If we knew that, we wouldn't be
fucking sitting here, would we?
Settle down.
What's your plan now?
Executing the warrant,
watching the house.
If he comes back, we'll get him.
I've still got the father
on side
despite what happened
last night.
But it's anyone's guess
if he'll actually call me
when Lua shows up.
We're also working up
the identities
that the prostitute gave us
for Lua's co-offenders.
Keep me informed.
And let's not
fuck it up this time.
Boss.
Got a match.
HARRY:
Joseph Tomasi Schmidt.
TUITONGA: Scorpion tattoo
on his right upper arm.
Let's go hunting.
[Cellphone rings]
Hello?
Yeah, speaking.
She what?
MRS. CLARK: What happened today,
Mr. Anglesea, was very alarming.
- Alarming?
- Of concern, then.
It's all over the Internet.
Some students filmed it.
[Indistinct shouting]
We've had it taken down.
Mrs. Clark and I are doing
all we can for Mele,
but you need to
play your part too.
Of course.
Whatever it takes.
Three days till you're allowed
back at school?!
So, what's the real story, Mele?
What'd she do to you?
I said
stop talking shit about me.
What are you gonna do
about it, slut?
MELE:
Take that back.
I'm not talking to you,
I'm talking to her...
Your skanky mate.
Take that back.
Fuck off, orphan bitch!
[Indistinct shouting]
GIRL: Get off of her,
you fucking bitch!
It doesn't matter.
Because your mother
hanged herself, didn't she?
AFA: Don't cry.
No one gives a fuck.
SCHMIDT: Totally.
Just go and do the job, man.
I don't want to.
Remember, you're the one
holding the gun, ah?
The power.
Shit.
Hey, give him a hit, man.
Okay, pussy. But I'm adding this
to your bill.
Good boy.
[Inhales slowly]
[Exhales slowly]
That's us.
HARRY:
Spud's girl called me.
She told me they've booked them
all again tonight.
That can only mean one thing.
Right, well, betting shops,
banks, and Lotto outlets,
they're all closed.
They'll be after easy cash...
Bottle stores or pokie bars.
That narrows it down.
Brief the shift senior so all
patrols are on alert and armed.
This crew will kill again.
Well, if not him, then someone
else from Internal Affairs.
Look, we need
this information now.
BOTICA: So, how far do we extend
the boundaries?
Do we go across down to Papatoe,
across to Otahu?
I mean,
that's a hell of a big area.
We've only go so many bodies.
Make a decision.
AFA:
That was quick.
I freaked out.
You what?
I freaked out.
- Don't fuck me off, Lua.
- I can't do this shit.
Yes, you fucking can.
Now get in there!
[Breathing heavily]
[Gun cocks]
- Fuck.
- Fuck!
Oh!
[Gun cocks]
Shit.
It's the pigs.
[Engine turns over]
- SCHMIDT: What about Lua?
- Fuck him.
[Panting]
[Alarm wails]
MAN: Comms... 10-1 to all
South Auckland patrols.
We've just had an aggravated
robbery at the RSA in Papatoe.
Lone offender, decamped on foot,
armed with a sawn-off shotgun.
Appears no injuries
at this stage.
ASX2 to comms, two up,
both armed.
10-2, ETA five minutes.
Comms to ASX2.
Delta has already commenced
a track.
[Sirens wailing, dogs barking]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
- Now! Now!
- Now! Now!
Oh, fuck!
[Grunting]
[Indistinct shouting]
- Release.
- Aah! Oh, shit!
I got to get a cuff on the boy.
Stay still, mate.
LUA: Aah! Fuck!
Aah!
Look at me.
Big, tough killer.
Not so scary now, are you?
Where are your mates?
What are their names?
Come on, Lua.
They just left you.
You don't owe them shit.
What's Afa's mate's name?
Don't look at the ground.
Look at me.
Where did you leave from?
Hmm?
Where are they now?
Okay.
Let's start with something easy.
Where's the gun?
[Switch clicks]
Hey.
Aren't you
looking after Mele today?
- [Speaking Samoan]
- Eh?
[Speaking Samoan]
HARRY: Well, I can't watch her,
can I?
I'm in the middle
of a homicide investigation.
GRACE: Harry.
[Speaking Samoan]
[Sighs]
[Door opens]
- Shit.
- [Door closes]
It's all right, Dad.
Just go.
Look...
As soon as I get some time,
we'll go and do something fun.
Okay?
Rainbow's End?
Whatever you want.
Sorry, Waffle.
I just really got to go.
You'll be okay, eh?
Good girl.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Do you know it was your mum
who rang us?
Saw your picture in the paper,
recognized the shoes.
Nearly had a heart attack.
How do you think she and your
dad are feeling right now?
STOCKTON: Any luck?
HARRY: No, mate.
Said nothing in 24 hours.
- He's not playing the game.
- Fuck.
HARRY: I'm on my way
to see his parents.
STOCKTON: Really think
they'll help us
after what we put them through?
[Beeps]
I need to see Chocka.
Tell him it's Afa.
MAN: What for?
Business.
[Door unlocks]
HARRY: We picked up Lua
doing another job.
Luckily no one was hurt
this time.
But he's in big trouble.
[Sighs]
We know Lua didn't act alone,
but we need to find his mates.
If he tells me who he was with,
I'll do everything I can
for him.
So...
Will you help us?
- [Heavy metal music playing]
- I've got to hide somewhere.
Why don't you just piss off
back to the islands then, eh?
[Laughter]
Chocka, the kid narked us out.
You think I want pigs
sniffing around here, do you?
You mention my name,
you're a dead man.
Get the fuck out.
Any way that kid
can be linked to us?
[Exhaling slowly]
MELE: [Sobbing]
HARRY:
Mele, what's wrong?
MELE:
Why did you do it?!
[Sobbing]
HARRY: Mele.
Oh, my God.
Anyone fucks with you,
you just waste them.
- [People screaming]
- Get on the fucking ground!
Hurry up!
Don't fuck with me!
Lift it!
No.
Lift it or I'll fucking
blow his head off.
Fill it.
Don't fucking look at me!
[Growls]
[Panting]
I said don't fucking look at me.
[Indistinct talking
on television]
[Speaking Samoan]
Harry!
Oh!
[Speaking Samoan]
- Ah, you know...
- Dad!
Baby! Waffle!
You said you'd only be gone
a week.
I'm sorry.
I thought you'd never come back.
Hey.
I wouldn't do that to you.
Oh, you made it nice.
Used to have the bed over there.
Can we go home
now that you're back?
Soon.
Things'll get better, Mele.
[Blues music playing,
indistinct conversations]
Hey, Harry.
Heya, Stocks.
Nice tan.
Anyway, we know
they're responsible
for about three previous
robberies in the area.
Same M.O., same weapon.
And this is the first time
they've killed anyone?
Yeah. Poor bastard.
- What does the footage tell us?
- If we had any, I'd show you.
- Witnesses?
- Nothing flash.
When a brother in a bandanna
tells you to hit the floor,
you hit the fucking floor.
How many we looking for?
One does the job,
so at least two in the car.
So, that's three, maybe four.
It's always a stolen vehicle,
no particular model.
They change cars nearby,
usually an undercover car park.
MAN: That's how we do this.
Yeah, boy.
Piece of piss.
Best gear and the best bitches.
- Maybe not the best bitches.
- Best you'll ever get.
- She got you there, Afa.
- Shut it.
I'm paying for your ass,
not your smart mouth, slut.
[Hip-hop music playing]
Actually, my name is Star.
Anyway, here's your mail.
Bloody neighbor
wasn't picking it up.
Thanks, mate.
So, seriously, Harry, uh,
how are you holding up?
What's done is done.
Her decision.
Old news.
Roadie?
No, I don't think so.
Stop talking and suck on this.
You heard back
from that little psycho yet?
MAN: Nah.
Keep trying.
We're gonna need him.
We can buy better bitches.
- This one really sucks.
- [Laughs]
WOMAN:
Good to see you again, Harry.
Take a seat.
I'm sorry it has to be
under these circumstances.
I know the drill.
This is not like last time,
Harry.
This isn't about you finding a
couple of kids in a house fire.
This is personal.
So, you want to go back to work?
Yeah, I think it'll be good
for me.
Yeah. So do I.
But it's only been four weeks.
I took some time out,
went to Samoa.
- Why Samoa?
- That's where I come from.
That would've been great
for you and your daughter.
Now, there's some questions
I have to ask you.
- Is that all right?
- Go for it.
Are you eating all right?
Yes.
Are you sleeping?
Yep.
Using much alcohol?
No more than usual.
How much is usual?
The odd beer here and there.
You know.
Harry, it's really important
to look after yourself,
especially under
these circumstances.
Yeah, I know.
But I just want to
get on with things.
That's why going back to work
is important.
Yeah, I understand.
So, can I have a clearance?
Yes.
But it's gonna be graduated.
I'd like to see you again.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm not, Harry.
You have to understand
that this is gonna take time.
All right,
it's quarter past 8:00 here.
You're with Duncan Garner
on RadioLlVE.
A fine sunny day
right across the country.
Morning, sir.
Sir.
Hendo.
Well, well.
It's Brangelina.
BOTICA: Harry.
- Good to see you, Bots.
- You, too, mate.
Good to see you, boss.
Where are you two lovers off to?
In case you haven't heard,
we've got a killer to catch.
Oh, yes, well aware of that.
Why do you think I'm here?
[Laughter]
WOMAN:
Morning, Harry.
MAN: Harry.
- MAN: Hey, Harry.
- Hey, mate.
- HARRY: Attractive lot.
- Hey.
- So, how'd you go?
- [Sighs]
Looks like this
has been through the wringer.
- A bit like you, mate.
- [Chuckles]
"Provisional."
What's that mean?
That I have to keep going back.
It's a very sad day indeed
when my best detective
can't even bullshit a shrink.
Anyway, not the end
of the world, Harry.
$10 each way.
Race 1.
Number 9.
You lazy bloody hori.
The wandering coconut's back,
eh?
[Laughs]
Good to see you, mate.
- How'd you like the hot seat?
- Hey, you're welcome to it.
Too much like hard work, eh?
What would you know about that?
[Laughs]
Hey, uh, you should come over
for a feed.
Trish would love to see you.
Bring Mele.
As long as it's not a boil up
with that rotten-corn shit.
Hey.
It's your Bible.
You keep it.
Got the app.
Flash guy.
AFA: What do you mean,
I'm not good for it?
I'm fucking good for it.
Come on, Chocka.
I can get the money back to you
in a few days.
What?
Fuck's sake.
Fucking Chocka, asshole.
[Beeping, indistinct shouting
on television]
[Baby cries]
WOMAN: Shut up!
You've got to do another job.
Oi! You listening?
- Do I have to?
- "Do I have to?"
You owe me money,
you little fuck.
Can't I just deal again
and pay you back like that?
The pigs don't have anything,
or they would've put it
on the news by now.
AFA: Now piss off home.
I'll text you later.
Maybe you shouldn't load the gun
this time.
Maybe you should
shut the fuck up.
[Clattering]
WOMAN: Good afternoon.
HARRY: Detective Sergeant
Harry Anglesea.
I'm new on the case.
Just want to have a look around,
get a feel for what happened.
Kid was over there.
Boom.
Walks over here.
He's waving his gun around.
The teller hands the money over,
and our man pauses, aims...
pulls the trigger.
Teller killed instantly.
Solo father of one.
Mother doesn't want to
know the kid.
And nothing from the cameras.
[Cellphone vibrates]
[Keypad beeps]
AFA: Oi.
Let's go.
[Announcer speaking
indistinctly on television]
[Panting]
What's going on, mate?
Jesus!
- [Gun clicks]
- Fuck!
[Woman screams]
[Grunting]
Get on the fucking ground!
MAN:
Comms... 10-1 to all units.
We have information coming in
about an aggravated robbery in
progress at KiwiBet in Otahu.
Moss, there's a block of shops
up there.
Go and check out if there are
any possible witnesses.
How bad?
Uh, odds against.
Any description?
Even better.
HARRY: Jesus.
WATTS:
Check this out.
There he is.
HARRY:
About bloody time.
WATTS: Too right.
Is this it?
What the fuck were you doing?
The gun wasn't even loaded.
Here, you little fuck.
You're lucky to get that much.
You useless fuck.
And fuck off!
HENDERSON: The level of violence
is extreme.
We have a fully committed team
of detectives
who will work tirelessly
to achieve a result.
We will leave no stone unturned
to hunt them down
and bring them in.
The photo's out there.
He's someone's neighbor
or brother or son.
And those of you with fizzers,
you work them hard.
So get out there first thing
in the morning...
and shake the bloody trees.
MELE: [Sobbing]
[Moaning] Mum!
Mum.
[Breathing heavily]
HARRY: Hey.
Hey.
Mele. Mele.
It's all right.
GRACE:
[Speaking Samoan]
You should never have left her.
Shh.
I see we've got nothing.
Come on, Hendo.
The boys are working
16, 18 hours a day.
They're not exactly
sitting on their hands.
Big fucking deal.
I need to keep this
on the front page,
and staff working long hours
and getting nowhere
isn't gonna do it.
Look, we've completed
the forensics on the car,
we've reinterviewed
the witnesses,
we've coordinated
nominated suspects,
and we're hoping for
a DNA result on the beanie.
You can give me a list
till the cows come home.
I need a result.
Right, then, I'll pull a rabbit
out of my ass, shall I?
[Bell clanging]
Seen the news lately?
You working that bank job?
That's why I'm here.
- I might know something.
- Yeah?
- In return for something.
- Here we go.
I've got a bail hearing
this week.
And the piece they found
in the boot wasn't even mine.
Woodentops didn't even have
a warrant.
It's a hard-knock life,
eh, Spud?
Don't need your sympathy, Harry.
You know the deal.
HARRY: Spud said
it's okay to talk.
STAR: One of them
was a real asshole.
So you don't owe them shit,
right?
I'm not a nark.
I'm not getting
in any fucking witness box.
I get that.
Tell me what happened.
They had a lot of money.
HARRY:
One's called Afa,
and the other has a scorpion
tattoo on his right upper arm.
Can you type any slower?
I'm trying, boss.
- HARRY: Ooh.
- [Groans]
Scorpions are popular.
Happy hunting, pork bone.
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
HARRY: [Speaking Samoan]
Sure.
I'll be 20 minutes.
[Speaking Samoan]
Thanks for calling.
We never raised our son
to be a criminal.
Sometimes it doesn't matter
what you do,
they end up mixing
with the wrong people.
[Speaking Samoan]
Why do you think your boy
is involved with this?
[Speaking Samoan]
MRS. MATAOLA:
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
MRS. MATAOLA:
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
[Speaking Samoan]
Where is he now?
MR. MATAOLA:
He hasn't been home.
We haven't seen him
for a couple of days.
[Speaking Samoan]
As soon as I hear from you,
I will come and pick him up,
and then some police will come
and search your house.
Why do the police need to
come to my house for?
I'm sorry.
That's just what we have to do.
I promise we'll do this
as quietly as possible.
And thank you both
for calling us.
STOCKTON:
"Luaselau Petelo Mataola.
Date of birth...
February 7, 1994."
HENDERSON:
Harry's done well.
Yeah.
So, the plan is to bring the boy
in first thing in the morning.
Good.
I'll alert the AOS.
Actually, we're gonna
do this one on the quiet.
Whoa.
Hang on, Stocks.
There'll be nothing quiet
about this.
Hendo, Harry promised them
discretion.
Yeah, I don't care.
We need to make a statement.
Look, the only reason
we got this break
is because he formed
a relationship with the family.
This is my decision,
and you will use the AOS.
We can get the same result
without the three-ring circus,
and I'm not having
my detectives undermined.
You're not listening.
This case is big news.
I want the arrest
on the front page of The Herald.
That's it.
End of story.
Fucking black pajamas.
Try and see it
from Hendo's point of view.
Fuck Hendo.
The family did the decent thing.
They gave up their son,
knowing he'll be going to jail
for a very long time.
Two people are dead,
the kid's a killer,
we've got our orders,
so get over it.
[Door opens]
[Sighs]
Fuck!
[Telephone rings]
Hello?
Mr. Mataola.
[Speaking Samoan]
Okay.
I'll be around to pick him up
at 8:00 in the morning.
[Speaking Samoan]
Thank you for your help.
[Speaking Samoan]
He's in the sleep-out.
Right.
I'll get the AOS.
[Telephone ringing in distance]
[Line ringing]
[Telephone ringing]
- Hello?
- Is that Mr. Mataola?
- MR. MATAOLA: Yes.
- This is the Auckland Police.
Excuse me?
Number 15, you are surrounded
by armed police.
Come out now and lie facedown
on the driveway.
Number 15, you are surrounded
by armed police.
Come out now and lie facedown
on the driveway.
Lie facedown on the concrete!
Put your hands behind your back!
MAN ON BULLHORN:
You in the sleep-out,
this is your last chance!
Come out now!
[Shouting in Samoan]
[Dog barking]
MAN:
House and building cleared.
All occupants
secured on the driveway.
Target not present.
No way.
Confirm... target Lua Mataola
not present.
Confirmed... target not present.
Fuck.
[Indistinct
police radio chatter]
[Vehicle door closes]
Get them up off the ground.
We'll take it from here.
Thanks, mate.
[Speaking Samoan]
It was taken out of my hands.
[Speaking Samoan]
MR. MATAOLA:
He was here last night.
MELE: [Moaning] Mum.
Mum.
[Beep]
SINA: Hi. You're obviously
working late again.
Your dinner's in the oven.
So, I'll see you
when you get home.
[Beep]
Hi. You're obviously
working late again.
Your dinner's in the oven.
So, I'll see you
when you get home.
[Sighs]
[Door closes]
HENDERSON:
What went wrong?
Well, he wasn't bloody there,
was he?
Well, where is he, then?
If we knew that, we wouldn't be
fucking sitting here, would we?
Settle down.
What's your plan now?
Executing the warrant,
watching the house.
If he comes back, we'll get him.
I've still got the father
on side
despite what happened
last night.
But it's anyone's guess
if he'll actually call me
when Lua shows up.
We're also working up
the identities
that the prostitute gave us
for Lua's co-offenders.
Keep me informed.
And let's not
fuck it up this time.
Boss.
Got a match.
HARRY:
Joseph Tomasi Schmidt.
TUITONGA: Scorpion tattoo
on his right upper arm.
Let's go hunting.
[Cellphone rings]
Hello?
Yeah, speaking.
She what?
MRS. CLARK: What happened today,
Mr. Anglesea, was very alarming.
- Alarming?
- Of concern, then.
It's all over the Internet.
Some students filmed it.
[Indistinct shouting]
We've had it taken down.
Mrs. Clark and I are doing
all we can for Mele,
but you need to
play your part too.
Of course.
Whatever it takes.
Three days till you're allowed
back at school?!
So, what's the real story, Mele?
What'd she do to you?
I said
stop talking shit about me.
What are you gonna do
about it, slut?
MELE:
Take that back.
I'm not talking to you,
I'm talking to her...
Your skanky mate.
Take that back.
Fuck off, orphan bitch!
[Indistinct shouting]
GIRL: Get off of her,
you fucking bitch!
It doesn't matter.
Because your mother
hanged herself, didn't she?
AFA: Don't cry.
No one gives a fuck.
SCHMIDT: Totally.
Just go and do the job, man.
I don't want to.
Remember, you're the one
holding the gun, ah?
The power.
Shit.
Hey, give him a hit, man.
Okay, pussy. But I'm adding this
to your bill.
Good boy.
[Inhales slowly]
[Exhales slowly]
That's us.
HARRY:
Spud's girl called me.
She told me they've booked them
all again tonight.
That can only mean one thing.
Right, well, betting shops,
banks, and Lotto outlets,
they're all closed.
They'll be after easy cash...
Bottle stores or pokie bars.
That narrows it down.
Brief the shift senior so all
patrols are on alert and armed.
This crew will kill again.
Well, if not him, then someone
else from Internal Affairs.
Look, we need
this information now.
BOTICA: So, how far do we extend
the boundaries?
Do we go across down to Papatoe,
across to Otahu?
I mean,
that's a hell of a big area.
We've only go so many bodies.
Make a decision.
AFA:
That was quick.
I freaked out.
You what?
I freaked out.
- Don't fuck me off, Lua.
- I can't do this shit.
Yes, you fucking can.
Now get in there!
[Breathing heavily]
[Gun cocks]
- Fuck.
- Fuck!
Oh!
[Gun cocks]
Shit.
It's the pigs.
[Engine turns over]
- SCHMIDT: What about Lua?
- Fuck him.
[Panting]
[Alarm wails]
MAN: Comms... 10-1 to all
South Auckland patrols.
We've just had an aggravated
robbery at the RSA in Papatoe.
Lone offender, decamped on foot,
armed with a sawn-off shotgun.
Appears no injuries
at this stage.
ASX2 to comms, two up,
both armed.
10-2, ETA five minutes.
Comms to ASX2.
Delta has already commenced
a track.
[Sirens wailing, dogs barking]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
- Now! Now!
- Now! Now!
Oh, fuck!
[Grunting]
[Indistinct shouting]
- Release.
- Aah! Oh, shit!
I got to get a cuff on the boy.
Stay still, mate.
LUA: Aah! Fuck!
Aah!
Look at me.
Big, tough killer.
Not so scary now, are you?
Where are your mates?
What are their names?
Come on, Lua.
They just left you.
You don't owe them shit.
What's Afa's mate's name?
Don't look at the ground.
Look at me.
Where did you leave from?
Hmm?
Where are they now?
Okay.
Let's start with something easy.
Where's the gun?
[Switch clicks]
Hey.
Aren't you
looking after Mele today?
- [Speaking Samoan]
- Eh?
[Speaking Samoan]
HARRY: Well, I can't watch her,
can I?
I'm in the middle
of a homicide investigation.
GRACE: Harry.
[Speaking Samoan]
[Sighs]
[Door opens]
- Shit.
- [Door closes]
It's all right, Dad.
Just go.
Look...
As soon as I get some time,
we'll go and do something fun.
Okay?
Rainbow's End?
Whatever you want.
Sorry, Waffle.
I just really got to go.
You'll be okay, eh?
Good girl.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Do you know it was your mum
who rang us?
Saw your picture in the paper,
recognized the shoes.
Nearly had a heart attack.
How do you think she and your
dad are feeling right now?
STOCKTON: Any luck?
HARRY: No, mate.
Said nothing in 24 hours.
- He's not playing the game.
- Fuck.
HARRY: I'm on my way
to see his parents.
STOCKTON: Really think
they'll help us
after what we put them through?
[Beeps]
I need to see Chocka.
Tell him it's Afa.
MAN: What for?
Business.
[Door unlocks]
HARRY: We picked up Lua
doing another job.
Luckily no one was hurt
this time.
But he's in big trouble.
[Sighs]
We know Lua didn't act alone,
but we need to find his mates.
If he tells me who he was with,
I'll do everything I can
for him.
So...
Will you help us?
- [Heavy metal music playing]
- I've got to hide somewhere.
Why don't you just piss off
back to the islands then, eh?
[Laughter]
Chocka, the kid narked us out.
You think I want pigs
sniffing around here, do you?
You mention my name,
you're a dead man.
Get the fuck out.
Any way that kid
can be linked to us?