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- [Woman Voiceover] I don't hate men,

I just don't trust them.

That's all.

I don't know, like when I was growing up,

I just saw a lot of things, I guess,

that made you not trust people,

and especially make you not trust men.

You see stuff and you think,

"Oh, okay, that's the way it is,"

and you learn from that,
and then you just move on.

That's all.

- [Nikki's Mother] Nikki,
show Mommy fairy picture.

- [Nikki] Huh?

- You didn't show Mommy fairy picture.

Oh, it's beautiful, darling.

Good girl.

Yes, I know it happened last week,

and I know it happened the week before,

but I just need 20 bucks, all right?

What'd you do at kindy today, Nikki?

- [Nikki] Woodwork.

- You did some woodwork?

- Mm hmm.
- Yeah?

(person knocks)

Hmm, someone at the door.

You wait there, darling,
I'll be back in a tick.

Oh, no!

No, no!

No, no! (screams)

No, no!

(fire crackles)

(lighter hisses)

- So, what do you do?

- [Man] Me, well, I'm up here on business.

I'm a patent attorney.

- Oh, wow!

Patent attorney, do-
- Do you know

what a patent attorney is?

- No. (laughs)

I know what an attorney is.

It's like a lawyer, 'cause
I work in a law firm,

so I know about that. (chuckles)

- Uh huh, a patent is like a government

registration certificate or permit.

If you've got an invention-

- That's a nice tie.

Is that silk?
- It's silk.

- I bet it is.
- Yeah.

- Bet you're a silk man.

- That's a nice dress.

- Do you like it?
- Yeah, very nice.

- It's a nice colour, isn't it?

What's that?

- That?
- Yeah.

- That's a ring.

- You married?
- Yeah, sort of.

- (laughs) Sort of?
- Well.

- So what does that mean?

- Well, you know what it's like.

- Aw, that's sad.
- Hey!

- What are you doing here?

- I've been calling your
house, been calling your work.

No one will tell me where you are.

- I told you to stop following me around.

I'll call the police if I have to.

Now just leave me alone.

- Excuse me.
- You look at me

when I talk to you, bitch!

- Excuse me, I don't know who you are.

- I'm really sorry about this.

- Paul is the name.

- Oh, is this the new boyfriend?

- It's none of your business!

- You fucking him now, are ya?

- Excuse me, we don't need-
- Excuse me!

Do you wanna go, we should go.

- [Paul] We're just
having a quiet drink here.

- Go outside and wait in the car, bitch.

- Hey!
- Don't touch her like that.

- Fuck you, asshole.

- [Paul] Don't touch me, boy!

- You're gonna hit me?

- [Older Man] Yeah.

Yeah.
- You wanna fucking,

you wanna hit me?

You wanna hit me, huh.

(fist smacks)

- Come on, let's go.
- Oh, fuck!

- Let's go, come on.

(woman laughs)

Wow!

- Welcome to 614.

- It's gorgeous.

Asiany.

- [Paul] Champagne?

- I'd love one.

(laughs) You have another sip, come on.

Let's get really pissed.
- Okay.

You wanna get really pissed, okay.

- Yeah!
- Okay, cheers.

- Down the hatch.

So, tell us about your work.

Tell us about, you know, like what you

hear and everything, Mr. Silk Tie.

- I am meeting the Zipper
Doyle tomorrow morning.

- Zipper Doyle!

- Zipper Doyle.

- Zipper Doyle, who's
Zipper Doyle? (chuckles)

- [Paul] You don't know
who Zipper Doyle is?

- No.

- The Zipper Doyle, footballer.

Well, ex-footballer.

Played for Carlton, Zipper Doyle.

- Yeah, the one, and he's
got like a sport's store?

- [Paul] Sport store and gym.

- Yeah, I know.
- On Beck Street.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Beck Street.
- Oh, wow!

- Anyway, come on.

Why don't you come on through here?

- Okay.

Oh, it's the bedroom.
- Bedroom!

(Paul and woman laugh)

- More champagne for Paulie.

- Ooh, it's gone straight to my head.

Why don't you come and
sit down next to Paulie?

Come on, come on.

- What are you doing?

Oh, you're nice.

(Paul pants)

(Paul barks)

Go on back on your perch.

Drink your champagne.

- No, no, no, no more.

No more.

- One more.

- Just a little sip.
- One more little, little,

little bit, there you go.
- It's gone to my head.

(Paul and woman chuckle)

I'm right-handed, too, you know?

What's this little red strap here, huh?

- Paulie, don't.

Could you not touch my face?

I don't like it when
people touch my face, okay?

All right?

Okay?
- Okay, sure.

- Okay.

- Paulie.
- Come on.

- Paul, don't.
- Come on. (groans)

You wanna play rough, you bitch?

- Oh God.

Oh God.

(Paul and woman grunt)

Shitbag.

- You okay?

- [Woman] Yep, okay.

- Yeah.
- Let's get outta here.

- Take that.

Nikki, how many tablets you give him?

- [Nikki] Two.

- You sure?
- Yeah, why?

- I think he's dead.

He's not breathing, Nik.

That usually means you're dead, you know?

- [Nikki] Lipstick on him.

- Okay, okay, okay,
let's just leave the shit

and get out of here, all right?

- Yeah, don't forget to get

the briefcase, okay?
- Okay.

All right, let's go.

- Fuck.

- Nik, how many tablets did you give him?

- Two.

- You gave two tablets?

Two tablets.

Would you just stop
fucking around with that?

We gotta think about this, all right?

Okay, Nik, do you know anyone in Perth?

- [Nikki] No.

- Stop fucking around with it.

The guy's dead, show a
bit of respect, will ya?

- [Nikki] Fuck.

- [Man] We'll leave first thing tomorrow.

Take us two, three days max.

What do you reckon?

Just leave the fucking thing, will ya?

- Fucker.
- We gotta work this out, Nik.

What are you doing?

What in the fuck are you doing?

Are you fucking crazy?

(hatchet bangs)

Here, give it to me.

- [Nikki] No!

- [Man] Give it to me.

(hatchet bangs)

You got it?

Here, give it to me.

It's just a video.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, fuck.

- That's Zipper Doyle.

This is serious shit.

What the fuck is that
guy doing with this tape?

Wouldn't see this on the Footy Show.

(tape whirs)

(phone rings)

- [Operator] Hello, you've rung

Zipper's Sports and Leisure.

- You sick fucking prick!

We've got your videotape.

Do you know that, you fucking asshole?

- [Man] What are you doing?

- I'm gonna go take a shower.

- How's it going, boys?
- Hey, Zipper.

- [Attendant] Morning, Mr. Doyle.

(Zipper knocks)

(Zipper sighs)

- Hi there, I was just
visiting a friend in 614,

and I left a couple of things in there.

Now he's disappeared on me.

Couldn't let us in, could ya?

Save me mucking about downstairs?

- How do you do?

Zipper Doyle!

- What's her name?

- Sarah.

- Here you go.

Really appreciate it.

Paul?

Aw, Jesus.

(Zipper sighs)

Yeah, 614.

You better get the police up here, mate.

- [Man] What are you doing?

- I had to get my makeup on.

- [Man] Here, give me that.

- We need to get petrol.

And I need some cigarettes,
and I want coffee.

- Yeah, we'll stop in Perth.

(car rumbles)

- Dee, residue.

- Thanks, mate.

- Okay, got a description
from room service.

Male and a female.
- Yeah.

- Fits the profile of a couple

who have been scamming
travelling businessmen.

She picks him up at a
bar, brings him back here,

spikes their drinks,
let's her boyfriend in,

they rip him off.

They've been targeting married men.

Less likely to file a complaint.

He won't be filing a complaint.

- Yes.

- The concierge saw a male and a female

leave about 2am.

She was carrying a briefcase,

which he thought was a bit funny.

(detective grunts)

- Well, we won't know for sure

until we get the autopsy report,

but my guess is homicide.

Let's just hope Blake
Street find some prints.

In the meantime, let's go and visit

the famous Zipper Doyle.

- Here, press that button,
move it to six, good.

- Excuse me, Zipper.

- And if you wanna move
it down, you can... find out.

Yeah, what is it?

- Have you got a moment downstairs?

- [Nikki Voiceover]
You sick fucking prick!

We've got your videotape,
do you know that?

You fucking asshole.

(message beeps)

(Zipper sighs)

- Kids.

(wind whistles)

- You got the tape?

- Yeah, I got the tape.

What do you want it for?

- Insurance.

- Yeah, we're gonna need it.

Okay, let's see what Daddy's got for baby.

Ooh, credit card city.

Look at his driver's licence.

- Yeah, very pretty.

(wind whistles)

(car rumbles)

- Ain't she pretty?

"Married, sort of."

Oh, look, hey, cash, too.

- What?

- Ka-fucking-ching! (chuckles)

100, two, three, four, 550 bucks.

And I'll keep the Rolex, okay?

- [Nikki's Boyfriend] Remind
me to get some sunnies

when we stop, all right?

My eyes are fucking killing me.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- I'm scared.

- Yeah, I know.

(children shout)

- He's keeping himself pretty fit.

Do you remember that '84 Grand Final?

Hey Carl, right on full time.

- Remember that thing they had

raising funds for the boy's club,

the Police Citizen boy's clubs?

He went to that.

My kids found out, they said,

"Aw, get his autograph."

I got two copies of his
autobiography this time

I've gotta get him to sign. (grunts)

He must be like a
squillionaire now that his gym done.

(children shout)

- What's he got to do with Mr. Nathan?

- And if you could make
that one to Xavier.

- No worries.

How do you spell that?

- X-A-V-I-E-R.

- Okay.

- Look, I appreciate this is like a bit

of a sensitive situation you're in.

We've just gotta ask
you a couple questions.

- [Zipper] There ya go, mate.

- Cheers.
- What's your connection

with this guy, this Paul Nathan?

- Well, what can I tell you?

He's an old big Carlton fan, you know?

I used to stay at his house sometimes

when I went down to Melbourne.

Got this big fucking mansion
in St. Kilda, you know?

Pool bigger than the MCG.

- Didn't strike me as being
the sporty type, you know?

- What's with all these questions, guys?

Am I a suspect here?

- No, no, no, this is
just routine, you know.

We gotta fill in a card-
- Yeah, well, look,

he was just up for a meeting.

We were gonna have a meeting
for a drink, you know?

I mean, I found the body, I
got the hotel to call you guys.

End of story, you know?

- It looked like his
room had been searched.

- You don't know what
anybody might have been

looking for in his bag there?

It seems somebody's gone through his bag.

- Not a clue.
- No.

- No, I didn't know him that
well, as I say, you know?

- Nine o'clock in the morning's
pretty early for a drink.

- Yeah, it's a coffee, mate.

Look, should I be calling
my lawyer here or what?

- No, no, there's no need for that.

Look, thanks for the cooperation, Zipper.

- No worries, mate.
- Thanks for these

couple of autographs.
- My pleasure.

Glad to be of help.

- Oh, by the way.

When you got the maid
to let you in the room,

you told her you'd left
something in there.

What did you leave in the room?

- Look, people know my face, right?

I get hassled, autographs
and shit, you know?

- It must be terrible.

- Yeah, it's a pain, mate.

So, I thought I'd wait
in the room for him.

- So, you lied.

- (chuckles) Yeah, I lied.

No law against that, is there?

- No, not at all, but there
is against killing people.

(Zipper laughs)

- [Nikki] Ciggies.

Panadol, chippies.

Chippies.

- Now, listen, Nik.
- What?

- Fuck, doesn't matter.

No, it's just, okay,
back at the hotel, right?

You gave the guy two tablets, all right?

- Ah, fuck, you're incredible!

- All right, forget about
it, forget about it.

We won't talk about it.
- Two!

- Look, do you think
maybe you could've like

slipped him a couple more or something?

- Aw, gee, you're still going.

- Well, Nik, no one's ever
died on two tablets before.

You know?

- So what are you saying?

- Forget about it, all
right, the guy's dead.

The guy's dead, doesn't
matter, doesn't matter,

and we're gonna fucking cop it.

- We?

- Yeah, we.
- How gallant of you.

- Yeah, well, that's me, gallant.

- You don't even know what it means.

- Fuck you, get in the car.

(car rumbles)

- [Nikki] Is your back all right?

- [Nikki's Boyfriend]
Nah, it's killing me.

- [Nikki] Do you want me to rub it?

Lean forward.

Is it there?

Right there?
- Yeah.

- [Nikki] Is that good?

- Yeah, it's all right, it's all right.

- Do you want me to drive?

I'll drive, pull over.

- Newsroom, Zipper, mate, how are ya?

(gravel crunches)

Yeah, I got a mate in homicide.

He might be able to give me a hand.

What's your interest anyway, mate?

Okay, all right, well, I owe you a favour.

I'll get back to you.

(car revs)

(tyres screech)

(car revs)

- Chocolate milkshake,
two scoops of ice cream,

and a Diet Coke.

- How'd you know I wanted a milkshake?

- [Nikki] I don't know.

- I don't know.

- I don't know.

- [Radio Reporter] Police in Adelaide

have released a description of the couple

wanted for questioning
over the death of a man

in a hotel room overnight.

It's believed the man, Mr. Paul Nathan,

died from a drug overdose.

A man and woman, both in
their mid to late 20s,

were seen leaving his room.

The man is described as being

(speaker drowned out by truck).

(car hums)

(wind whistles)

- [Nikki] Do you ever think
about how you're gonna die?

- [Nikki's Boyfriend] I try not to.

- [Nikki] You never really know, do you?

You never really know
how you're gonna die.

I mean, like that guy in the hotel,

he didn't know he was
gonna die that night,

and he's dead, you know?
- Yeah.

- [Nikki] And maybe if he'd
known he was gonna die then,

maybe he would have done other stuff.

Maybe he would've really appreciated

his wife and his little kid.

Did you see the picture of that kid?

- [Nikki's Boyfriend] Nik,
you know, I really don't feel

comfortable talking about
that guy, all right?

Let's just leave it, all right?

- [Nikki] That's a weird
thing, don't you think?

I mean, one minute, you're alive.

Then something happens

and then you die.
- Yeah, okay, okay, okay.

Let's just drop it, all right?

Just drop it.

- [Man] You know exactly what's going on!

You tell me as a friend
(speaker drowned out by buzzer).

What sort of bloody friend are you?

Stan the lady's man, eh?

Aw, come on!
- I'll talk to you

some other time.
- Talk to me,

you don't talk to me.
- Shut the door after ya.

- [Man] I've finished with ya, bastard!

- [Nikki's Boyfriend] How ya doing?

- Oh, I'm good.

- [Nikki's Boyfriend]
Like to get a room, mate.

- Why?

Here ya go.

It's 100 bucks a night in advance.

- 100 bucks?

You're joking.

- [Hotel Manager] Well, the next motel

is 300 Ks down the road, and that's 120.

- [Nikki's Boyfriend] 20, 40.

- The dining room.

- Nice knife, mate.

- Yeah, and there's a very
nice orange to go with it.

The dining room opens at eight, sharp.

Shoes and socks, please.

- Hummer.

A motorist just found credit cards,

wallet, 100 Ks west of Port Augusta,

thrown out of a vehicle,
looks like heading west.

Positively IDs belong to
Paul Nathan, our dead man.

- Oh, well, get onto our
colleagues over the border

and, in the meantime,
get these identikits up

in every cop shop and truck
stop between here and Perth.

(insects chirrup)

(wind whistles)

(Nikki shouts)

(Nikki chuckles)

- Cold enough for you, Nik?

You know, I reckon this
watch would be worth a lot.

You know, my dad had one just like it.

Asshole.

What are you doing in there?

(Nikki giggles)

- Hand it over, you greedy bastard.

(man grunts)

- Oh yeah, yeah.

Oh, magic fingers.

You know, I reckon with
that money and the watch,

we've got ourselves a ticket to Bali.

- Bali, what do you wanna go to Bali for?

- Well, you know, Sumatra
or the Philippines

or wherever the fuck you wanna go.

I don't care.

We'll just sit on the beach, go surfing.

- You don't surf.

- [Nikki's Boyfriend]
Well, then I'll learn.

- [Nikki] Al.

Al?

Al.

(Al shouts)
(Nikki shouts)

(Al laughs)

Oh, you scared me, you shit.

(Al laughs)

You bastard.

- Jacko, how's it going?

- [Jacko] Zipper, mate, how ya doing?

- So what have you got for me?

- Okay, the cops have got a lead.

It's a young couple.

- They know where they are?

- They're headed west to Perth.

Now, apparently, the cops
have got an identikit

they'll release to the press.

- So can you get me copy?

- Fucking bitch!

(dog barks)

(car revs)

- [Al] Hey.

- Here's your fondue. (chuckles)

- [Al] Looks great.

- [Nikki] Wow.

- [Al] So what do you do?

- [Nikki] You take something from here.

- [Al] Take something from here.

- You stick it in there.

- This'll keep it warm.

All right, bit jumpy, eh?

(flame hisses)

Mind if I join ya?

- No, mate, be our guest.

- How do you like the Barrow?

- No, mate, you know,
you got a nice place.

- It just looks like a
pizza, I reckon, out there,

just flat like a pizza, but, underneath,

there's all these tunnels, these caves.

You know?

And university types, they
come here and they say

that some of these tunnels
are just infathomable.

- Infathomable?

- That's the word they use.

Unfathomable.

These holes.

Of course, the centre of the
world is empty, you know.

I suppose some people
have been to the bottom,

but they certainly never
came back to tell the tale.

My Elsie, she went out
for a walk one night

and she saw these lights in the blackness,

and she was attracted to the lights,

and she was just drawn into these caves,

and they swallowed her up,
and they never found her.

- What can I say?

- That's why I wear the spirals.

You know, to keep away the bad forces.

And I like to think that
Elsie just went for a walk,

just a long walk into nowhere.

(Nikki gasps)

(Nikki screams)
Hey, no, no.

- [Al] Give it to me, Nik!

Give it to me, Jesus!

Do something, you fucking idiot!

Do something!

Just sit down, sit down!
- Get the fucking shirt off!

- Nik, Nik.

- Get it off me!
- Just relax, all right?

Calm down, just calm down.

Here, just give it to me.

- It's the bad energy, see?
- Just give it to me,

just give it to me, come on.

Just shut the fuck up, you asshole!

Shut up, you fucking idiot!

- I'll get you a couple
t-shirts, half-price.

- Fuck off!

(Nikki weeps)

Baby.
- It really hurts, Al.

- Baby, it's okay, it's okay.

- It hurts.
- It's all right,

it's all right, just give it to me.

Just give it to me, I'll look
after you, it's all right.

It's all right, it's
over now, it's over now.

It's gonna be okay.
(Nikki weeps)

All right, Nik, Nik, it's
okay, it's all right.

There we go.

Too tight, hmm?

Okay?

You okay?

Hmm?
- Yeah.

(Nikki whimpers)

(person knocks)

(door creaks)

(traffic hums)

- Nik.

Nik, what the fuck are you doing?

Nik, what are you doing?

Come back to bed.

Nik, what are you doing?

Come back to bed.

Nik, Nik.

Come on, come back to bed.

Someone will see us out here.

Come on.

There you go.

You okay now, hmm?

You're all right.

(door bangs)

- [Hummer] Police, don't move

or I'll blow your fucking head off!

Keep your hands where I can see them!

- It's not them!
- What?

- [Detective] It's not them!

(Hummer grunts)

- Sorry, pal, made a bit of blue here.

We'll get the manager to
move you to a new room.

Shit, where the bloody hell are they?

Look, I already told ya, madam,

a departmental carpenter
will come here tomorrow

and fix your door for you.

If you have any problems,
after that (speaker cut off).

(birds tweet)

- Nik, Nik, wake up,
we're leaving, come on.

- What time is it?

- It's time to go.

Come on, get your shit together.

- Al, just come to bed.

Come on.

- Nik, you're killing me.
- Come back to bed.

- Let's go, all right?

- I'm hungo, I want some breakfast.

I'm not going anywhere.

(car revs)

(tyres screech)

(car revs)

Al, could you keep the car still?

Can we get some breakfast?

- Yeah.
- I'm starving.

- So how ya feeling
today, you feeling okay?

- Yeah, fine, for the fact
that I didn't get any sleep.

- You know you were
sleepwalking last night?

- What?

- You were sleepwalking.

- Bullshit.
- No, it was weird.

It was really strange.

- [Nikki] What was I doing?

- You woke up in the middle of the night

and you walked out of the room, you know?

I had to go and get you,

like calling you name,
and you're just like,

"What, what?"
- Really?

- What the fuck is this guy doing?

- [Nikki] Bullshit, you're kidding me.

- Fucking asshole.

Pass, you prick.

(truck horn honks)

Yeah, fuck you, too, buddy.

Dickhead!

Fucker.

What's he fucking doing?

What the fuck are you doing, asshole?

(car horn beeps)

(Al drowned out by horn beeping)

(truck horn honks)

Jesus, see that?

- Finished?

- I need some fucking air.

- I think you need to get some breakfast.

- Stan?

Stan?

Stan, where are ya?

Oh, shit.

(Al and Nikki shout)

(engine clicks)

(truck revs)

- [Man On Pier] Hey, stop!

Stop!

Hey!
- Stop that!

- Stop!
(truck and car rev)

- Come on!

- [Nikki] Ready!

- [Al] Take your time, why don't ya?

(horn beeps)

Get in the car.

(truck revs)

- [Hummer] Boy, Jesus, that's hot.

- It's not the end of the world,

but you can see it from here.

- I think this is where they'll post you

if you tread on anyone's toes.

- Anyone awake?

- [Al] Hey, isn't that the truck

that ran us off the road?

- [Nikki] Don't worry about it.

- Fucking prick.
- Come on, let's eat.

Lamb chops and eggs or bacon and eggs.

Steak and egg.

Ham and egg, egg on toast, scrambled eggs.

Fish and chips.

- [Waitress] Can I take your order?

- Yeah, can I get the fried eggs on toast

and black coffee.

- [Nikki] You know what I want.

- The lady will have the surf
and turf and a cafe latte.

- A what?

- [Al] Just make it two black coffees.

- Okay.

(Nikki gasps)

- [Man] Sorry.

- Sorry.

- Here.
- Nah, I hate that shit.

- [Hummer] That sun
will kill you out here.

- Yeah, okay.

- [Hummer] So what's missing?

- [Detective] The contents of the till.

No prints, looks like.

- [Hummer] What time did they find him?

- [Detective] 8:15.

- [Hummer] And he's
the owner of the motel?

- [Detective] Used to be, yeah.

- Cops reckon it was robbery.

Jesus.

They cut his throat.

He was a good bloke, Stan.

He was as mad as a cut snake,
but he was a good bloke.

He made a pass at me once.

Can you believe it?

- How's the meal, is it good?

- It's all right, it's eggs.

- [Nikki] Give me your wallet.

- Huh?

- Give me your fucking wallet.

Oh, it's beautiful, look at that.

When were you planning to tell
me about this little heist?

What happened?

What the fuck happened?

- Nik, all right, look, I
ripped the guy off, so what?

- I'm at the fucking loos, all right,

and these two people saying
that he's dead, all right?

The guy at the hotel, he's fucking dead!

- Nik, who's dead?

- Aw, Stan, the guy at the fucking hotel.

Did you kill him?

- Who?

No, I didn't fucking kill him.

I went in, he wasn't even there.

I took the money, and we left.

- You look me in the fucking eye.

- I didn't kill the guy.

Now, pay, and we'll leave, all right?

- Get the car, get the car.
- It's all right.

(siren wails)
(man shouting)

- [Woman] They stole our car!

It was brand new (indistinct).

- [Nikki] Don't worry about
it, just keep the change.

- [Cashier] Ta.

(truck driver grunts)

- [Al] You fucking prick!

- What's up your fucking
nose, you little shit?

- Huh?
- Yeah, what's with ya?

- How would you like this
in your fucking face?

- Fucking moron, what's happened to ya?

- Come on!
- What's with ya?

Come on, you fucking idiot,
you got a fucking problem!

What do you wanna be, a
fucking hero or something?

- Come on, you fat fuck!

- What the fuck are you doing?

- What's up with your
fucking boyfriend, you slut?

- [Nikki] Get in the fucking car!

- Fucking psycho.
- I'm sorry, mate.

- [Truck Driver] Fucking wannabe!

Got no fucking brain!

(truck revs)

(tyres squeal)

- Fuck!

Nik, you got any tapes?

Nik?

Okay, look, I know I lost it, all right?

It's not like you haven't
seen me do that before, okay,

but I'm sorry, all right, I'm sorry.

It just happens.

Aw, Nik, don't do this silent shit on me,

will ya?
- Shut up a minute!

Where'd you get the knife?

- [Al] Huh?

- The knife, where'd you get it?

- Ripped it off from the
office when I got the cash.

- I don't trust you, Al,
I don't know who you are.

- Aw, fuck, you think
because I stole the knife

that I killed the guy, as well?

- I didn't say that, okay?

I said...

You know what the police
are gonna think, don't you?

- Do you think I give a shit?

I mean, if you wanna talk about sus,

let's talk about you
sleepwalking again last night.

- What?

- You went out again last
night after the first time.

- Bullshit.

- You woke me up about three am.

- Twice, I went out twice?

- Yep.

- So what, you're saying
that I knifed a guy

and then I went back to bed,
is that what you're saying?

- I'm not saying that, Nik.

But people do weird shit
when they sleepwalk.

I've heard about it.

They don't know what they're doing.

They wake up in the morning
and they can't remember shit.

- Do you think I killed him?

- No.

Do you think I killed him?

- I didn't say that.

I just hate it when you
don't tell me things, okay?

It makes me paranoid, and then I feel

like I can't trust you, and then-

- I'm sorry, all right?
- You know?

- I'm sorry, I won't do it again.

It's just...

I'm sorry, baby.

- [Nikki] We gotta stick together.

- Yeah.

- He normally makes a bit
of a noise in the morning.

- How ya doing?

The print boys have done us proud.

Fred and Ginger turn out
to be Allen James Fletcher

and Nicole Ann Davies.

They've both done time for small stuff.

You wanna spread those far and wide.

(tyres screech)

- That car's following us.

It's been on our tail since
we left the petrol station.

- Pull over.

- Do you reckon?

- Pull over.

Al, the number plate,
look at the number plate!

Fuck!

(gun bangs)

- [Zipper] Oh, shit.

(cars rev)

(Zipper shouts)

(tyres squeal)

- Fuck.

- So where'd Zipper Doyle come from, Nik?

- What, what the fuck
are you talking about?

- Well, you tell me, you're the one

who can get him on the phone so easy.

- [Nikki] What?

(man groans)

(man groans)
- Who the fuck are you?

- Where are we?

- What-
- I fell asleep.

- Get out of the car,
buddy, get out of the car!

- Hang on, Al!
- Get out of the car!

- You see, I gotta get home-

- Where's home, where do you live?

- Oh, it's a few hours from here.

Where are we?

You two are in some sort
of trouble, aren't ya?

(tyres squeal)

- Get out of the car, mate!
- Al!

- Ow, you can stay at my place.

- We can stay there, we
can stay there the night?

- Nik, you're not gonna
trust this guy, are ya?

- We haven't got any petrol,

we haven't got any water, okay?

- Right.
- People die out here, okay?

- [Man] You'll be right, you'll be safe.

- No, fine, it's your decision, Nik.

- Can I get in here, can I get in here?

It's a bit rough in the back.

(truck revs)

- Fletcher, Allen James.

Davies, Nicole Ann.

Appears they've been operating
as a team for some time.

Met in a halfway house after discharge

from a juvenile detention centre.

He was 15, she was 13.

- What was she in for?

- Habitual pickpocket, shoplifting.

Graduated to cars, break and enter.

Time she was 15, she was
doing scams with Fletcher,

luring men into back alleys.

(truck revs)

She's an orphan, mother was murdered.

Case still open.

- What about the father.

- Single parent, nothing
in the file about a father.

- Fletcher?

(truck revs)

- Bit of a loose cannon.

Same deal as before, break
and enter, possession.

Vandalism.

Graduated into assault, cause and actual.

(truck revs)

Got a short wick.

- Fuse.
- What?

- Short fuse, that's the term.

- No, I was referring to his dick size.

- Ah, fuck it.

- Psychiatric profile,
propensity to sudden acts

of violence against society.

SOB's done a run on the family.

Father's a builder, made a
squillion on the Gold Coast.

Disowns the kid.

Mother's a manic depressive,

two reported suicide attempts.

(truck rattles)

No contact with him, don't want any.

- [Cop] You boys right to go?

I reckon we found something.

- [Detective] What, so a cop spotted

those skid marks on the road?

- [Cop] Yeah, he stopped to investigate.

Found those shells.

- And the four-wheel
drive is pretty positive?

- Yeah, very, it's
definitely the stolen one.

- [Hummer] They're
four-wheel drive tracks.

There's no doubt about that, mate.

Be handy to know what this other car is.

- Yeah, and who's got
the gun, .38 Special.

Send over to the boys.

Somebody's going on.

- [Hummer] Got any
trackers around this way?

- Yeah, mate, we got Possum Harry lives

down on one of the old homelands,
about 100 kilometres west.

- Well, better go down
there and sign him up,

put him on the payroll.

Put this on before you turn into a tomato.

- Look, sorry, guys, you
don't just go sign him up.

You gotta go speak to him yourself.

He's pretty picky.

- Picky?

- Kids aren't usually too bad.

It's the adults you gotta watch.

Possum Harry's a bit of a legend,

but he lost his manners
with that, I tell ya.

- [Man] Now, what, who is that?

- [Hummer] Police.

- [Man] Oh, come in then.

- [Detective] Possum Harry?

- Oh, good day to you.

- Yeah, you wanna find
some wo-od-en-ers for us?

- Yeah, I suppose.

What'd they do?

- [Hummer] Murder.

- Murder?

Oh, $100 an hour.

- [Hummer] No way, 50
bucks, 50 bucks an hour.

- Ah.

No, no, no, 100.

- [Hummer] All right,
I'll find another bloke.

- (chuckles) Go on then, go on.

$100 an hour.

- [Hummer] 75 bucks an hour.

- Ah.

Yeah, I can do that, I suppose.

(gravel crunches)

(car revs)
(gravel crunches)

- [Zipper] Fuck!

(wind whistles)

- It used to be a nuclear
testing site back in the '50s.

- [Al] Did he just say
a nuclear testing site?

Oh, this is fucking great, Nik.

This is just great.

Yeah, this just gets better and better.

- Very private here.

(truck revs)

(wind whistles)

- What have you found?

- Big car, foreign car.

Pomy car, I reckon.

- Pomy car?
- Yeah.

- How do you know that?

- Here, have a look.

Here you got Avon, Avon, Avon tyres, yeah?

- Okay.

Get on to Stevo.

Let's run a check on Doyle.

See if he's got any priors,

if he's got a gun licence.

What are you doing, you eating them?

And see if you can ascertain
his current whereabouts.

If he's out of town,
let's get a search warrant

on his domicile.

- [Detective] What grounds?

- Suspected murder.

(wind whistles)

- [Al] You know what?

This might not be so bad.

Doesn't look like they
got a phone or nothing.

- I found them two.

- You've been away a long time.

- Yeah.
- Could you roll

down the window if
you're gonna smoke that?

(man chattering)

- I'll talk to you about that later.

- Right.

Hey, come on in.

This is my wife Bel.

- Al.
- Gee, I don't know

your names.
- Good day.

- [Bel] What beautiful hands you have.

- Yeah, we got a little
opal mine out the back.

Yeah, and I dig for the opals,

and Bel makes all this

beautiful jewellery.
- All these stones here.

- Beautiful stuff, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is, yeah.

It's nice stuff, can I have a look?

- Bel's the creative one.
- Yeah, it's nice.

- Beautiful isn't it?
- How much would

something like this be worth?

- 1500.
- Really.

Look good on you, don't you reckon, Nik?

- Bel's got an exhibition
coming up in Adelaide soon.

- [AL] Oh yeah?

- Haven't you, Bel?

- [Hummer] Come on, he's taking his time.

- So would you if you
got paid by the hour.

Stevie Wonder could follow those tracks.

(phone rings)

Yeah, hey, it's 22A receiving.

Okay, yeah, just hold.

Okay, no gun licence.

'84 Jag registered in his name.

He's taken a few days off,

and a search of his domicile revealed

some child porn videos.

- (chuckles) So he's into
the young stuff, huh?

Get on to Stevo and ask him

to do a search of poor Nathan's
residence in St. Kilda.

And he can also very
nicely ask the vice boys

if they've got anything
on Nathan or Doyle.

- [Cop] End of the line, fellas.

Commonwealth property.

You need permission to get through here.

- [Possum Harry] The
fella's been through here.

- [Detective] How long ago?

- About three or fours ago, I reckon.

- Who's got the key to this?

- The feds.

Won't raise them now, though.

It'll be tomorrow before you get it.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah.

- [Detective] Hey, get out of the way.

- You're fucking joking.

Put it away, would ya?

(wind whistles)

Fucking back tomorrow.

(engine rumbles)

- What are you doing?
- What?

- Sit down.

Fuck.

- Hey, Nik.
- What?

- Look at this, baby.

- You're fucking...

Put it back, put it fucking back now.

- Nik.

- I don't want you
stealing from these people.

- Hey-
- Put it back.

- Okay, listen to me.

- No-
- Just listen to me, will ya?

We're gonna end up in Perth with nothing

but a cheap fucking watch, okay,

and then what are we gonna do?

- [Nikki] You saw it

and you wanted it.
- All right, we need

everything we can get.

- [Nikki] Put it back!

- Hey, we can't afford
the fucking morals, Nik.

- [Bel] Making yourselves at home?

- Yeah.

- [Nikki] Yeah.

- [Bel] Good.

- Al!

- Listen, baby, I'm just
trying to think about us.

Yeah, it's very pretty.

- Look at it.

What do you think?

- What do I think about what?

- About the picture.

- So what, they know the guy.

I mean, everyone knows
each other in the country.

- [Nikki] No, no, no, but don't you think

it's a bit of a coincidence?

- Why, oh, right, so you
reckon he killed the guy?

- What do you reckon.

- I hope you folks like kangaroo.

(engine rumbles)

Can I come in?

- Yeah, sure.

- I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on in the morning.

Bel, she's, well, she's not
herself, she's not well.

She's not used to having people stay here.

- [Al] Yeah, it's okay, mate.

- Breaks her routine.

- Now, listen, you know,
we're wanted, don't ya?

I mean, you know the cops
are after us for that murder.

- Yeah, I know.

- You know we didn't do it.

- If you had, you wouldn't be here,

I can assure you of that.

- How can you be so sure?

- I can't.

I made a judgement based
on what little I know.

You two kids don't play by the rules.

I know that.

That doesn't mean to say you're bad.

I don't think you're bad.

That's why I'm helping you.

I've learned recently
that first impressions

are about as good as you'll get.

So, if I'm wrong about you two,

you'll probably murder us in our sleep.

But I don't think so.

Sleep tight.

- Hey, Nik.

Nik.

- What?

- Why'd you pick that bloke?

- What?

- That guy at the Regency,
why'd you pick him?

- What do you mean?

- Why'd you pick him?

(Nikki sighs)

Nik?

- Why do I pick any of them?

He was rich, he was a businessman,

he looked like an easy mark.

What's your point?

- In that tape, there was a
girl, and she looked like you.

- Say that again.

- [AL] No, forget about it.

- You look at me and you say that again.

- [Al] Just forget it, okay?

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

(Al sighs)

(metal creaks)

Nik.

- Where have you been?

(Nikki pants)

(fist thunks)

(truck revs)

- [Zipper] Good day, mate, how ya doing?

- Howdy, all right, how are you?

- Been here all night.

Any chance of letting us through?

- Yeah, sure.

- [Zipper] Appreciate it, mate.

She's over there?

- If you don't wanna have kids.

(Zipper chuckles)

(wind whistles)

- Hello?

- [Hummer] Why don't you eat your bacon?

- Don't eat bacon.

- [Hummer] What do you
mean you don't eat bacon?

- I've never eaten bacon.

- Bullshit, I've seen you eat bacon.

- When?

- I don't know.

- I'm Jewish.

- Crap, I've seen your cock.

- If you don't mind, I'm eating.

I was adopted out when I was a kid.

- You never told me you were adopted.

- My parents were killed in a plane crash.

- What?

- They were working
for Mossad at the time.

I didn't find out til later.

It was a bit suspicious, the crash.

- Your olds were spies, were they?

- Yeah.

I got a sister who works at the UN.

- You never told me you got a sister.

- And a brother.

He's a mercenary in Zaire.

- Zaire.

- Yeah, he writes every now and then.

He reckons I should go back to law.

- Law?

- Yeah, I'm a qualified solicitor.

Threw it in.

Too boring.

Confining as shit.

Joined the force.

- So you're a fucking lawyer?

- Yeah, so's my wife.

- When'd you get married?

- After uni, nine, 10 years ago.

- You never told me you're married.

- Well, you never asked.

We've got a kid with cerebral palsy.

- Oh, mate, cerebral
palsy, I'm sorry, mate.

How old is he, or she?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

- Yeah, that's all right, I understand.

You fucking bastard!

Smartass!

(detectives laugh)

Can't eat fucking bacon.

(Hummer laughs)

(truck revs)

- Nik.

(Nikki pants)

Nik!

- Don't do that.

Al, Al.

Don't pull away from me, Al.

Al.

Talk to me.

Al?

Where are you going?

Al!

Don't you leave me here, Al!

Al!

Don't you leave me here!

(pump squeaks)

(truck revs)

(windchimes tinkle)

- Hey, fellas, get here, hey!

Here, look here!

(truck revs)

- That's 27.86, mate.

I'll take those.

A hundred okay?
- Yep.

Thanks, mate.

- See ya later.
- Yeah, bye.

(phone beeps)

(phone rings)

Hello, police?

(truck revs)

(Nikki grunts)
(Al groans)

- That's better.

Is that good, is that good?

- [Al] Nik?

It's me.

- You want it?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You want it, take it, take it.

Come on, come on!

(Nikki gasps)

(Nikki pants)

(pump squeaks)

(someone knocks)

- Hmm, somebody at the door, darling.

You wait there, okay?

(Nikki panting)

- [Al] Nik?

(Nikki pants)
What are you doing?

(Nikki pants)

Fuck, Jesus, Jesus, no!

(fire crackles)

(Nikki gasps)

- [Nikki] Oh God, oh God.

(door bangs)

- Police, okay, don't move!

All right, all right, off the bed slowly,

keep your hands where I can see them.

Up, you, too, up.

You, too, come on, up.

- [Detective] She's tied up.

- [Hummer] Off the bed.

- This way.
- Come on, get up!

- [Detective] Come on, move it!

Here, cuff her.

Now get down on your knees.

Get down on your knees!

Bring the vehicle up!

Very strange.
(Hummer hums)

Hello.

- Oh, dear me.

(detective groans)

(tape whirs)

How long does this go on?

This bloke is fucking sick, isn't he?

- Sick puppy.

Whoa, go back.

- I am, I'm trying to.

- Yeah, that looked like our girl.

- Just a second.

There ya go.

- It is.
- No.

No, no, no, that's Felicity.

- [Detective] How do you
know her name's Felicity?

- She's got no teeth.

- Oh.

Let's go back to the motel.

- [Al] What motel?

- The motel where you stayed.

The first night.

You killed that fella, didn't you?

Did she kill him?

- She's got nothing to do
with any of this, all right?

- [Hummer] What can you tell
us about Zipper Doyle, Allen?

- He's a footy player.

- What can you tell us about
your relationship with him?

- Don't have one.

- [Hummer] Can you tell us
why he was following you?

- Should ask him.

- [Hummer] Can you explain
the tape that's in your bag?

- Don't know what you're talking about.

- You make quite a team,
you two, work well together.

That fella ran the motel,

that poor sucker back in Adelaide.

Did she do the killing?

Was it some kind of sexual thing, was it?

You two get off on killing
people, was that it?

Why'd you tie her up?

- You getting scared
of her killing people?

You worried she might kill you?

- Why'd you tie her up?

Hey, did she ask you to?

She's bad news, Al, she's bad news, pal.

She's a whore, pal. (chuckles)

Look, she's a whore.

(Al grunts)

- Steady, son, now steady.

Calm down, calm down!

- All right, all right.

- [Hummer] Sit down.

- Okay, I'm all right, I'm all right.

- [Detective] You cool, are ya?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm all right.

- You want a sweetie?

- Fuck, fuck you!
- Hey, settle down.

- I wanna make a phone call.

I wanna make a phone call.

I want a phone call.

I wanna make a phone call.

- Big tough guy, huh?

- You settle down, you
can make a phone call.

- I wanna make a phone call.

- Settle down!

- All right.

- [Detective] Now you
can make a phone call.

- Make it short.

- Can I speak to Mr. Fletcher, please.

It's his son.

How ya doing?

Yeah, I know.

Dad, yeah, I need a lawyer.

I know, I know.

They're gonna charge me.

For murder.

No one.

Look, Dad, you're not
listening to me, all right?

Just listen to me, all right?

I need some help here.

I'm your fucking son!

Well, I hope you fucking die!

Fuck!

- [Cop] Come on, mate, let's go.

- [Al] Get off!

(birds cry)

- Let's start back at Adelaide, shall we,

at the Hotel Regency.

- I killed them.

I killed them, and I'll
sign any kind of statement

you want, do a video, whatever.

- Why did you kill them, sweetheart?

- Because they're men.

They're men, and I kill men.

That's what I do.

- [Detective] Hang on,
one of them was a woman.

- Yeah, so what?

That's all I've got to say.

(door squeaks)

- Sleep tight, sweetheart.

(door clangs)

(locks rattle)

(Nikki sighs)

- Nik?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You tell them anything?

- No, nothing.

- [Al] I love you, Nik.

- I love you, too, Al.

- Jacko, you're breaking up, mate.

What's happening?

What?

They picked him up?

Fantastic.

Where?

(police band chatters)

- Don't touch anything.
- Nah, I'm not gonna

touch anything.

- Just don't touch anything.
- I won't.

Here.
- So what?

- Well, it'll be come from the city.

Here, look at the woman there.

See the way she's cut?

- [Cop] So?

- From right to left, eh?

- [Cop] What's your point, Harry?

- Remember that poor fella,

he look, he's left to right, eh?

See, right there.

(bell tolls)

- [Cop] Rise and shine, pretty boy.

You've got a visitor.

- Allen.
- Yeah.

- [Man] Nicole?

- This is your lawyer.

He's now representing you.

- [Lawyer] Well, thanks,
Constable, you can leave us now.

- Yeah, all right, I'll be in here.

- Keep these bloody solicitors out of it.

- Hey, Hummer.

- [Lawyer] What I've told these coppers

is they have nothing on you.

They have circumstantial evidence

and, short of charging you with murder,

they're required to let you go.

Otherwise, you can sign a
file for unlawful detention.

Is that clear?
- Yeah.

- [Lawyer] Now, I believe
you signed a confession.

- Yeah.

- [Lawyer] Well, it was made
without a lawyer present

and probably under duress, am I right?

- Yeah, yeah, that's right.

- [Lawyer] Well, it
won't stand up in court.

Now, I've had discussions
with the coppers.

They have to let you go.

So, get your things, we're leaving.

- I like that.

- That's it, we can just go?

- [Lawyer] Mm hmm.

- Just like that?
- Yeah, just like that.

(Possum Harry chattering)

(car revs)

(Nikki sighs)

- Where are we going?

- He's the silent type, Nik.

- So you work for Al's dad?

- I'm acting under instructions.

That's all I can say.

- That's all he can say.

- So you're good at what you do?

- I'm renowned for dealing
with people like you.

- Oh yeah, and what
kind of people is that?

- Detritus.

- That's us, detritus.

So what do we do?

- [Lawyer] Just wait.

- Room 17 at 19:03.

You reckon he'll show?

- Yeah, Doyle wants that tape.

He's followed them this far.

- [Nikki] That guy's a creep.

- [Al] Yeah, you're telling me.

- [Nikki] There's no way that your dad

would send a guy like that.

- [Al] I gotta agree with you there, Nik.

(Al laughs)

You trust me, hmm?

- [Nikki] Of course I trust you.

- [Al] What are we gonna do now?

- [Nikki] I don't know.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

(Nikki gasps)

- Okay, bitch, move it.

Hang that phone up!

- Okay, okay, just relax, mate.

- [Zipper] Where's the tape,
where's the fucking tape?

- [Al] It's in the bag.

- Get on the floor.
- Just relax, okay?

- Get on the floor!
- Relax, relax.

- [Zipper] You, shut that fucking door.

On the floor, on your knees.

On the floor, both of you, now, get down!

Heads to the floor.

- [Nikki] It's in the blue bag.

- [Zipper] Okay, come on,
get up slowly, come on,

you murdering fucking, shut up, get down.

- Just leave, why do you need us here?

- [Zipper] We're going, out.

Come on.

- [Al] Don't fucking touch her!

You hurt her-

- [Zipper] Shut the fuck up!

You drive, come on, come on!

Move it!

- Where are we going, all right?

- [Zipper] Shut your mouth!

(car revs)

- Run it by me again, this murder suicide.

- Jones the jeweller tweaks that his mate

the motel owner has been
cracking onto his Missus.

So he goes down to the
motel, nicks the motel owner,

then he goes home, hops
into bed with the Missus,

nicks her and then.

- And the blood tracker
worked all this out?

- Been confirmed by forensic.

- He was worth his dough, you tight ass.

Maybe we should get him to figure out

where the footy player
fits into all of this.

- (grunts) Maybe he doesn't.

Maybe that's our problem.

(car revs)

- Where are we going?

Excuse me, where are we going?

- Shut the fuck up.

(maid knocks)

(locks rattle)

- Oh, shit!
- Fuck!

Police, where are the
occupants of this room?

- I don't know!
- No one's come out

the front door 'cause
there's a fucking backdoor!

Shit!
- How many motels

have a backdoor?

- You should've come down the back, eh?

Get a roadblock to the
east and one to the west.

Bring the car down here.

(detective panting)

(tyres screech)

- [Dispatcher] 3Y783.

(tyres squeal)

(siren wails)

(Hummer pants)

(siren wails)

- [Hummer] Go!

(siren wails)

- Hang a left down this track.

Did you fucking hear me?

I said hang a left!

Slow down.

(Nikki screams)

Stop the fucking car!

- She's not gonna listen to you, mate.

(police band chatters)

(siren wails)

(Nikki screams)

- Pull over this fucking car!
- She's not gonna listen

to you, mate, she's not
gonna listen to you.

(police band chatters)

- 3Y783, vehicle's heading
west, vehicle's heading west.

- Echo-247, we received that.

(siren wails)

(car revs)

- Come on!
(Al drowned out)

Come on!

- I'll blow his brains out, you bitch!

- Come on!

Let's go!

- You fucking hear me?

(police band chatters)

Kill us then, you fucking bitch!

(gun bangs)
(Nikki screams)

(Al and Zipper shout)
(Nikki screams)

I'll kill ya!

(Nikki and Al scream)

- [Al] Nikki!

(cars bang)

(wind whistles)

(Al sobs)

Nik.

You're all right.

- [Hummer] Hang on.

- Get off her!
- All right, son.

All right, steady on,
son, steady on, steady on.

Just don't move.

(Al sobs)

- Get an ambulance, get an ambulance!

- Got a dead one.

- [Al] I love you.

Nik, Nik.

Help me.

- [Hummer] We are, son, it's all right.

We got an ambulance coming,
you'll be all right.

- Nik. (sobs)

I love you, Nik.

I love you more than anything.

Please, don't die.
(Nikki panting)

Don't die.
(siren wails)

Nik, Nik, you're all right,

you're all right, you're all right.

(siren wails)

- [Nikki Voiceover] The
cops all got promotions

for busting a child porn ring.

They became heroes overnight.

They charged us with the murder

of that sleazebag at the
hotel, but we got off.

Insufficient evidence.

Rule one, wipe your prints.

Rule two, only kill paedophiles.

They busted us for theft, though,

but Al's old man spent
some bucks on a lawyer,

got us a suspended sentence.

But we had to toe the line, you know.

Weekly visits to the
police, that sort of thing.

We got to Western Australia eventually.

And Al got a job picking
grapes at a winery,

and I just hung out, did some paintings.

And I thought about things.

I thought about all the
people that we'd met.

About Stan at the motel,

and Adler and his wife,

and that sleazebag at the hotel,

and those two detectives.

But mostly I thought about Al,

about how well I knew him,

about how I never knew him at all.

And about my secrets.

What I kept from him,

what I'll always keep form him.

- Nik?

Nik.

What you doing?

(Al gags)

(Nikki pants)

- Just kidding.

(birds cry)
(surf crashes)

(droning, eerie ambient music)