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She's been executed. But here. And her?

Do we know why she was targeted?

Did she have links to criminal activity?

Not that we're aware of. No.

It could mean nothing... and there's a million Sonias around.

MAN (ON PHONE): All I know is a trigger man shot the wrong girl.

Just focus on finding out

exactly who Sonia Matthews was mistaken for.

What, without a team?

Hey there.

Hi. Did you know her?

The kids played out in the streets.

We'd say hi occasionally.

What if that was a mix-up with Sonia?

What if it was just the wrong house?

On the day that Sonia Matthews was killed,

she was a blonde-haired woman with a primary school kid.

If that's what the shooter was told and Sonia was a mistake,

then this woman's gotta be the real target.

So, who the hell are you?

(THEME MUSIC)

Her name's Tiffany Minari.

Married, one kid, and they own Minari Transport.

All legit.

Well, maybe legit,

but a lot of stuff gets smuggled in the back of trucks

around the country.

Wow, if that's what she's doing,

she's very good at staying under the radar.

It'd be nice to know a bit more about her before we say hi.

Already underway.

Yeah, I've got me truck licence.

Fully insured.

Just need to earn a bit of extra cash, you know?

I was even thinking, um, like a milk run or something

to Gippsland and back'd do the job.

Well, if it's just a milk run you're after, that'd be the Minaris, yeah?

They handle most of that stuff.

OK, cool, you know 'em, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

It's been a while now, but I've done a few runs for 'em.

Reckon you could hook me up?

Definitely. Today?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, nah, Ghost.

Might have to be next week now, mate.

Next week?

Hey, look, um, you know that storm we were talking about?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, it's gonna hit the next two days,

so they want me to lay low

till it blows over and then head up to Brissy.

So, when I get back, I'm happy to help.

Yeah? Yeah, cool.

No worries. Thanks, bro.

Um, OK, can you translate that for me?

That storm is about to hit, means the job's back up, yeah?

OK.

And then they're gonna smuggle the shooter up to Queensland.

Unfortunately, what that means for you,

you know, when Sonia was killed, it was meant to be Tiffany, alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, whoever's behind that, they want to have another crack.

So, if you can't stop them, she's dead in two days.

But, like, stop who?

That's all my mate knows.

That's all anyone knows, Holz.

Good luck, eh?

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Hey. News? Yeah, loads.

Can you meet me back at the depot with footage from Sonia's murder?

You sure?

If we deliberately cause emotional distress, we may as well punch her.

We'd face the same internal enquiry.

Yeah, no, I don't think she's that easily traumatised.

Whatever. All she's gonna do is lodge a complaint.

OK. OK, Jarred, just, uh, bring the first half.

I'll see you soon.

What's happened?

I don't know. But we found out who Sonia was mistaken for.

Same street, other end.

The deets are online in the progress notes.

But maybe check out her finances.

We haven't had time to do that yet.

Welcome back.

(UP-TEMPO MUSIC)

Wearing a micro?

Are we cautioning?

No, I want to record it.

Just covert.

Is there anything familiar about that man?

You haven't seen anyone similar around the neighbourhood?

The other information we now have

is that Sonia Matthews was not in fact the intended target.

It was a mistake?

Tragically, yes.

Although we're still not exactly sure who she was mistaken for.

So, we're just talking to anyone in Belburg Crescent

who more or less fits the same demographic.

Do you think that could be you?

No?

What makes you think my wife's...

No. OK.

Um, just take a second, please...

because the person who made that mistake

is still trying to fix it, so hypothetically, if it was you,

you'd still be in serious personal danger.

Why would my wife be in...

Vince, shut it!

They're talking to me.

OK. So, hypothetically, if it was me, what could you do about it?

Well, a lot.

Uh, if you tell us who's causing the problem, for a start,

we could seek a Personal Safety Intervention Order.

Oh, that'll scare 'em?

Well, it will let them know that they're on our radar.

So, if anything happened to you,

they would be the immediate focus of our investigation.

That's the real deterrent. (LAUGHS)

Or you might just wanna consider moving,

hiding, going into States somewhere or...

Yeah?

Yeah, and if I do that, what happens to this place?

And what about my son, who's finally found a school he really likes?

What about him? Look, I know that might sound weird to you guys...

No. ...I don't expect you to get it.

I do, actually.

I get that.

Sonia had talked about wanting her own kid.

That bit was true, yeah?

She was pregnant?

Yes.

Poor bugger.

Well, anyway, I can't think of anyone who hates me

bad enough to want me dead, so...

You can't think of anyone?

(SIGHS FRUSTRATEDLY)

OK.

If that changes, please call me any time.

Hey, um, those first two shots.

Yeah, they missed.

It was the last two that didn't.

You know, sometimes, Tiffany,

someone doesn't even realise someone wants them dead.

Maybe you just saw something you shouldn't have.

If there's an offence, we can charge them with

and you're the prime witness, then we can arrange real protection.

Well, if I think of anything, I will let you know.

OK.

That's amazing.

She knows what she's facing, she doesn't want help.

Yeah, they never do. Not from us.

And if you're in that type of world, you just look after yourself.

We're just a nuisance.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

I was tracking back with the report on the Minari finances,

and it all seems legit.

So, anything non legit is either under 10 grand or...

Or cash.

Her socials? Doesn't post much.

But no red flags, nothing inflammatory,

doesn't attack anyone, no-one attacks her.

I mean, if we're just looking at her socials,

she's square as a butter box.

If she really was a square as a butter box,

she'd be pissing her pants and running for the hills.

Hey, first of all, it's great to having the band back together.

Second, parameters, what we know

is that someone is going to try and kill Tiffany

in the next 48 hours.

But she works at a high-security depot

and her house has cameras and alarms everywhere.

So, she's just really only vulnerable when she's going to

and from work.

OK, let's search the court listings, see if she's ever sued anyone.

Can you guys tail her home tonight?

We can, but I can't give you a guarantee we won't lose her.

I mean, we almost certainly won't, but, you know, I'm not perfect.

OK.

Our concern is if it's just us in some cars trying to, you know,

track her through traffic...

Something can easily go wrong. I know.

And often does, if memory serves.

Now, look, I can assign you our high-surveillance drone,

if that'll help.

Yeah, of course.

The guys from Tech Ops will complain about it,

but that's alright.

Great. Thank you.

It's been a big couple of days.

Ah, it's not as big as the next couple.

Everything else OK?

Yeah.

It's all good.

Door's always open.

Thanks.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Hey. Hey.

How are you? Good. Just going.

You don't have to.

I took Alice to get some fish and chips.

OK. How is she?

Yeah, pretty good.

She'd like me back home.

So would I.

Look, you have to make a decision first.

Let me know when you have.

Mm.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

I'm not saying it's Miss Julia's fault,

but she did put Emily in our group.

Yeah, it seems fair, when you had an odd number.

I know.

I think Katie wanted to switch because she said Emily was a liar.

That's when everyone started fighting.

Hmm.

Mum? Mm-hm.

What's the decision Dad was talking about?

I wish I could explain,

but it's just very, very complicated.

So complicated that he's got to stay in a hotel?

Gosh, I wish I had your interrogation skills!

Listen, all you have to know

is that we both love you very, very much.

How much?

(EXCITEDLY) Come on, tell me, tell me, tell me!

(GIGGLES)

More than fishes love water.

More than trees love air?

We love our gorgeous daughter.

More than bums love underwear?

(LAUGHS) Yes! Come here.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Eagle crew, this is base.

What's happening?

No visual threat.

Leaving car, walking to the school gate.

Are you receiving our signal, base?

Affirmative, Eagle. We have vision.

Uh, entering roundabout from Wright Avenue.

Exiting on Melda Street, heading southeast.

OK.

See anything?

Still no visible threat.

I don't have eyes.

It doesn't matter, the drone crew have her in range.

Take Roberts Road and then Docklands Highway.

Mm-hm.

Target's taken entrance 23B on-ramp.

Merging with freeway now.

Right. Is anyone following?

Doesn't look like it. Just normal traffic.

Still heading south towards the exit ramp.

Will that take her to work?

Ah, yes.

Target is accelerating, travelling at 85.

Heading straight for the depot.

Cook Street off-ramp?

Looks like it. Then left onto Todd Road.

Passing our drone control vehicle now.

(TENSE MUSIC)

No movement? No.

The routine is when she's at the depot,

she doesn't leave until night.

So, if your information is correct,

someone's gonna try something, either tonight or tomorrow morning.

We just don't know who or how? Yeah.

Apart from that, we've got everything covered.

OK, anything from court records?

Nothing big. Two small civil cases.

One about a painting, the other was over a church.

Church?

Yeah, one of her trucks crashed into it.

Both settled out of court well over a year ago.

No reason to think they're part of the current problem.

That's it? That's all we found so far.

No phone calls to drug runners, no secret bank accounts,

no offshore warehousing facilities?

Might still be worth having a chat, though.

Because, we're, uh...

(SCOFFS) What are we gonna say?

They're suspects in a murder investigation?

No, we keep it simple.

Nothing big. We're not homicide.

We're local days, investigating some anonymous threats.

And we're just eliminating people

Tiffany's had problems with in the past.

Where was the church?

Here.

It really did crash into it.

The truck came straight off the road

and flattened the church,

the men's, and the Sunday school.

Lucky it was a Monday.

Unfortunately, the truck was owned by the driver.

He was just doing a run for them.

So, the Minaris escaped responsibility themselves.

Refused to give us one-third towards rebuilding.

And the driver had no assets at all.

That must've been so frustrating.

We've had to try some very creative ways

to raise the money.

It'll take more than a few cake stores.

Indeed. (CHUCKLES)

But I must confess,

Tiffany Minari was a particularly heartless woman

without a shred of sympathy.

This is all I have now.

My congregation halved overnight.

And you lost contact with Tiffany?

Months ago.

Out of sight, out of mind, as far as I'm concerned.

Well, I can't forget her.

I'll never forget her.

I nearly put prawns in her hubcaps at one point.

But, then, well, you know, life's too short.

I'm not gonna get tangled up with her again.

Trust me. Mm.

So, you're not happy with the settlement?

(SIGHS) Look, I just hope for a bit of fairness.

I run aged care homes.

I'm all about empathy, respect, human dignity.

I guess I thought that was common to everyone.

Anyway, I was bringing over a container stuff from Adelaide,

and at the end of the day,

I bubble-wrapped the Brett Whiteley painting,

and I put it in at the back.

Would have been worth 100 grand or so.

But when everything got unpacked over here, it had gone.

I hit the roof.

But Tiffany was like tough titties.

It's not on the manifesto. It's not our fault.

And I thought, "Fuck you."

No-one talks to Tony Wheeler like that.

I was ready to drag her through every court in the land.

And then they started blaming the driver,

saying it must have been him.

So, I went for him too.

And, boy...

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) ...was that a mistake.

It was scary.

This is the driver for the Minaris?

Yeah.

He was the bloke who advised me to settle

and made it very clear the alternative wasn't court.

He hated Tiffany for dragging him into it, too.

Turned out he was mainly their go-to problem solver.

He also did some driving for them in his spare time.

And did he have a name?

Yeah.

I was wondering if you'd ask.

Last week, his face was everywhere.

What do you mean?

That cop who got blown up...

Gavin Butterfield.

He was the driver.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Gavin... with the Minaris?

How does that make sense? I don't know.

I mean, he couldn't have just made it up.

And no-one outside of us even knew that Gavin had any involvement

with Sonia or the mix-up with Tiffany at all, so...

Yeah, I don't know what to make of any of this.

But Gavin couldn't have wanted Tiffany killed

because he's dead and the hit's still on.

Unless he's part of a group, maybe.

Could be a group of his mates in Tech Ops.

But, this is crazy, you know? We just...

We have to keep an open mind.

So, whatever is going on, we know that the actual shooter,

who mixed up Sonia for Tiffany,

clearly didn't know either of them, right?

No-one in Tech Ops shoots that badly anyway.

It wasn't one of them. Uh, shh.

Hey, why don't you guys just go up and I'll meet you in five?

Hello.

Didn't mean to break up the party.

No, you didn't. It's all good.

Hey, you got a sec?

I kind of don't... Tonight maybe?

Just away from here.

You know that, um, the place we met before?

Yeah, I'll try. OK, cool.

Hey, Holz, Holz.

Sometimes you just have to embrace your mistakes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Does anyone have any ideas?

Why don't we just ask Tiffany about Gavin?

Why would she start cooperating now?

My god, this is maddening.

What about that Tech Ops guy, Gavin's mate?

Elijah. Yeah. Would he talk?

Eli wasn't a Gavin fan.

Eli?

We clicked. He wasn't a fan?

No, I know. It surprised me too.

But Dylan sent us out to pick up a wreath to put on Gavin's coffee.

We got talking.

Turns out he never liked what Gavin got up to,

but Gavin had helped his career,

so, he didn't wanna dob on him either.

But he wanted to find the biggest wreath we could find, though, so...

Yeah, it was like a weird mixture of grief and guilt going on, Holly.

A wreath?

It's a way of using flowers to express sympathy and condolences.

Gabe.

So, when I spoke to Mike before Sonia's memorial,

he said a few of the wreaths had been delivered early, you know,

before he'd arrived.

And he made an assumption

that they'd been ordered by Sonia's friends in the UK.

But what if they weren't?

So, you're an amateur.

You kill for the first time, but you murder the wrong woman.

How are you feeling?

Wouldn't you wanna do something maybe?

Where were the flowers?

Over here. OK.

Yeah, there's no cameras here.

OK. So, where would they park?

I mean, probably up there, right?

Walk down through the nearest gate.

Yeah.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

There it is.

Rewinding.

Still rewinding.

We're now 40 minutes before Mike got there.

45... 50...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on.

Blooms of Beauty.

They're a florist.

We could check who ordered each... Nope, keep going.

Yeah. An hour.

90.

OK, coming up on two hours now.

2:15.

There.

Well, who is that?

That's a very good question.

EA 059.

Does he look familiar to anyone?

New to me.

EA 059 is registered to Mr Allan Paul Carter.

Tell me he's not a florist.

Could he be one of the chefs at the restaurant?

Yeah, but even so, if you worked with Sonia,

wouldn't you just go to the memorial?

You're not gonna drop off flowers two hours early and scurry off.

Building contractor.

Like what? A chippy?

Pretty much, judging by what he posts.

Anything to do with Sonia at all?

Neighbour?

Lives about 5km away.

OK, let's not get too excited.

I mean, he still could be anybody.

But... can you see what you can find in bank statements, credit cards,

and phone records?

And, Gabe, can you send me a screenshot?

Jarred, let's go and make sure

he's not some distant relative or something.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Oh... you.

Dallas.

Hi.

Is Mike home?

Mike, it's them again!

His name's Allan Carter.

Uh, never seen him before.

A dad from Connor's school, maybe?

I don't think so. I know them all.

What about Sonia's work or just a book club? Anything?

No.

OK, so it's just a man of mystery.

Alright. Um... so how are things with you?

Come on, cut the shit! Like you care.

Mike, let's go inside.

You know, half of Melbourne still think I'm a murderer.

You don't know what that's like.

Oh, and I got another legal fight coming up just to see my kid.

So, you wanna know how things are with me?

That's what you wanna know?

I'm wonderful, Holly.

Can't you see?

Mike.

Look, for what it's worth,

I mean, we now know that you're completely innocent.

You people, why are you so sure now?

Because Sonia was not the target.

What?

What are you saying?

They got the wrong person, Mike.

She wasn't meant to be killed at all.

It was just human error.

Says you, of all people.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, we're here.

(OVER PHONE) Two months ago,

Allan Carter was defaulting on his mortgage

and his credit card was maxed out

'cause he transferred tens of thousands

into online betting accounts.

Then all of a sudden, he gets $50,000 from somewhere

and clears the slate.

50,000?

(OVER PHONE) From somewhere.

Cash?

(OVER PHONE) That's what it looks like.

"Oh, I'll wipe your debt if you do something for me."

That's so organised crime.

(OVER PHONE) And get this, two days before Sonia was killed,

he bought a safe.

For a gun.

(OVER PHONE) That's my guess.

Hah, he is the shooter.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

You want me to make an urgent submission

for a warrant to enter Allan Carter's property...

Mm-hm.

...when the only evidence of criminal behaviour

is buying a safe and a bunch of flowers.

Well, someone cleared his debts

and he took that bunch of flowers to the funeral of

a woman that he has never met.

Mm. And I know this is my job.

I should be making the submission. No, no, no, it's OK.

No, you know what, don't worry.

Sorry.

I'll work something out.

Holly, it's OK.

Don't apologise.

And if you're gonna be here most of the night on this operation,

I think it's good you spend a few hours at home.

OK.

So, just so I'm clear on the argument.

Yup.

If we want Allan Carter to roll on the guy that cleared his debt,

we need to charge him with attempted murder, right?

That's right.

And he's got to be facing at least 20 years.

Something that'll make him want to cut a deal.

So, we have to catch him in the act of attempting a murder.

But I can't risk that unless we disable the gun.

OK, well, brightens up the evening.

You take a break, I'll fight the Supreme Court.

Thank you. It's OK.

Hey. Tiffany's home.

Allan Carter?

Also home.

It is all quiet on the western front...

until morning, probably.

Is there something different about you?

Just got back from the doctor's.

Ah! No more booty.

(CHUCKLES) Happy days.

Yeah.

And it's definitely this model?

Yup.

We've got the receipt.

OK.

Let me, um...

OK, so you wanna learn

how to open this without changing the combination?

Mm-hm.

And when it's open, you want to disable one of these

so that it looks exactly the same but can't actually fire.

You've got it.

You can't just swap out the ammo for like a blank magazine?

It's too risky.

He might keep the magazine separate. Who knows?

No, it has to be completely inoperable.

Doesn't matter what the ammo is. Doesn't matter anything.

It has to look perfect, cannot fire.

OK. Is it doable?

Oh, well, yeah.

Well, I mean, this fella you can do in two minutes or 20 minutes,

depending on how good a job you wanna do.

But this beast, this...

(SIGHS) This will take a bit of practice.

When is the job?

Tonight.

Tonight? (CHUCKLES) Late though, 1:00am, maybe 2:00.

OK. Ah, for fuck's sake... Can I leave it with you?

I'll be back around 10:00.

Have we got the warrant?

It will happen.

Hol? Yup.

Is he a good listener?

Seriously, 'cause I literally only have time to go over this once.

Jarred, are you a good listener?

I'll be fine. I'm a great listener.

Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Oh, wow.

I know, sorry.

And a woman's gotta do what he can't.

So... OK. Come here.

Shut up.

Just watch.

Don't move.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (WAVES LAPPING)

So, Bear is gonna come over later,

but I won't go until he gets here.

Have you spoken to Dad?

Yeah.

Yeah?

How is he?

The same.

He says he's missing us, which he always does.

But I don't know if he does or not.

I said if he was, just come back home.

He said he's still waiting for you.

Didn't make a lot of sense, really.

Mm-hm.

Do you know who did it yet?

Oh, we're getting close.

But it wasn't the husband, was it?

No.

He has been eliminated.

Bear still thought he must've been involved somehow.

Until he heard she was pregnant.

Then he wasn't so sure.

No, it's 100% definitely not the husband.

What happened to the baby?

It died when Sonia died.

Couldn't it be saved somehow?

It was just way too small, unfortunately.

I wonder if it felt anything.

Can you tell when they stop feeling something?

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

Normally, I'd keep my mouth shut.

Yeah, I know. But this is really shaken Alice.

I know it has.

I mean, really shaken her.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Holly's pregnant, isn't she?

Top of the class, Bear.

Yeah, I thought so.

Look, you're hardly the first couple to argue about having another kid.

My advice, don't run.

Talk.

(EXHALES)

What?

(EXHALES)

You can't just take a pipi off the beach, Mum.

They're alive.

What?

You'd get up to six months in jail for this.

Shells are OK, not the pipis.

What if I said it was just an honest mistake?

Well, what if a murderer said that to you?

I think, um, killing a person is a bit more serious.

Tell it to a pipi.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

OK, hold that thought.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm just making a phone call.

Hey, what's up?

Uh, so, look, Bear was giving me advice.

So, I told him the truth.

Oh, OK.

Great. Thanks.

Yeah.

Um, how are you?

I'm OK.

You?

Yeah, alright.

Listen, my behaviour lately, I know I've been a tad abrupt.

Oh, a tad?

Well, let's call it a smidge.

Yeah? A smidge or a tad?

Well, a smidge is pretty much a fraction of a tad.

So, I mean, I could be wrong.

Well, when are you ever wrong?

Look, um, you're the one stringing this along, alright?

There's no pressure from me, but...

why don't you decide what it is you wanna do,

and we can take it from there.

I'm going through with the pregnancy, Luke.

So, we have to sort something out.

Please.

You and me.

I still want you and me.

And I know we can do this.

I'm sure we can do this.

How?

Hmm?

How's that gonna work?

I...

I'm not stamping my foot.

I'm not trying to talk you out of it.

But I just can't see it happening.

Alright? I just...

I can't wrap my head around it.

(PHONE BEEPS)

So, you and Dylan, eh?

Well, let's hope he hasn't told anyone else about it.

Dad, please!

Well, has he? Because that'd be terrible.

No!

Just get an abort...

(WHISPERS) An abortion.

Get Luke back and figure out about it.

That's the best you can do.

Is it?

I mean, it might have been in your day, but now...

I'm just thinkin' of you, darlin'.

Are you?

Sometimes the answer is crystal clear.

No matter what day it is.

Bear, you're playing Scrabble?

I'm coming, shortcake.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Wow, you're gonna keep the baby.

I'm thrilled. I... I'm so thrilled.

I... You don't know yet, do you, boy or girl?

Um, no. No, no, no, no.

But, this was your decision, right?

'Cause, the last thing I wanted you feeling was any pressure.

Pressure?

Um... (LAUGHS) No. No pressure.

No pressure whatsoever,

I mean, today, today has been remarkably pressureless.

No pressure whatsoever.

Yeah.

I think you better have that.

Oh, yeah, sorry, I wasn't thinking.

Order your fave. Force of habit.

I'll drink it.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Can we pick this up later?

I just have, um... There's so much to do tonight.

Yeah, no, that's all good.

You're beautiful.

You know that.

(KEYS JINGLING)

Hey. Hmm, hi.

Holly, check in base.

We were hoping he'd go out for a drink

and leave the place empty.

But, it looks like, we'll have to do a heartbreaking

when he finally crashes.

You look stressed.

Ah, just a little bit.

Can relax, Holly. It's a good plan.

Allan's got to be the shooter

and Jarred will make sure the gun can't go off.

And, in the morning, we'll catch him cold.

He'll spill his guts on everyone.

Commissioner will step down

and you'll take over.

Next stop, Premier.

What could possibly go wrong?

(LAUGHS)

So, here's a question.

Um, you've drunk Sauv Blanc all your life,

and an old mate buys you a glass of Pinot.

He's thinking about another woman.

That's my first reaction.

Was it your husband?

No, just a friend.

Ironically, I do think that the woman on his mind

was his wife.

Guess that's sort of sweet.

Mm.

(GROANS)

Hope you got some chill time.

Yeah.

I mean, I got to hang out with Alice.

That's the best bit.

Mm.

Although, she nearly arrested me for taking a pipi off the beach.

Do you know what the maximum penalty for taking a pipi off the beach is?

No, but I'm so glad you made bail.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY) She was very lenient, actually.

I mean, she let me off with a warning.

Lucky you.

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Lucky me.

(EXHALES)

I often wonder what it was like for Sonia.

You come home,

same as always and out of the blue someone's trying to kill you,

no reason.

You have no idea...

what's happening.

(VOICE SHAKING) It's terrible.

I don't know how you'd feel when you know it's all about to end.

You do whatever it takes.

You keep fighting...

until the end.

And, then...

Well, now, we're all she's got.

We all need someone.

I know.

Hey, switching topics. Mm.

Um...

when you said that, you and Elijah clicked...

Just friends, promise.

Oh, no. It sort of... It wasn't... I wasn't...

It wasn't a warning. I was just... I just thought I'd, um...

Thought you'd... (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

No.

Forget it? Nothing.

You sure?

Yeah. Ignore me, and just let me know when something happens.

OK.

Base, we're still waiting.

As soon as Carter gets into bed, the whole team's ready to go.

Oh, thank you.

Cheers.

Jesus, how long is he gonna stay up for?

Well, he has already killed one woman,

which is a complete screw up,

and his own life probably depends on getting it right tomorrow.

So, I can see why he's having some trouble settling down.

Or maybe not.

At last.

OK. Wish me luck, team.

(CHEERS) Good luck.

I'm heading in now.

Back up, all stay outside in case it turns ugly.

We're all hitting Mute.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Boss, we're on.

Yeah.

Right, where is he?

He's just heading into the shed.

Oh, thanks.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Are we sure Allan's asleep?

I think so.

Should be quick and quiet, Jarred.

Quick and quiet.

Come on, come on, come on.

Just try something.

What's he doing?

He's forgotten how to open it.

Come on!

OK, OK, hang on. I think he's got it.

Oh, thank god.

Wait, what?

Empty.

Fuck!

Where's the gun?

Eugh.

Well, what about his car?

Nothing. I checked that too.

Boot, glove box and the rest of the shed.

Wait, you broke into his car?

It wasn't locked. Even that was a giveaway.

Who puts a gun in their car and then leaves it unlocked?

So, what is it, the shooter or not?

I don't know.

Maybe he just felt sorry for Sonia and wanted to leave some flowers.

I mean, am I going mad?

This is just such a mess.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes.

Holly, Maia called from outside Carter's place.

It's her turn on surveillance and he's just left home.

He's heading for Greensborough.

Holly, he's carrying a balaclava.

Shit, it's still on?

Yeah, Tiffany and her son are just leaving now too.

Drone following.

School drop-off, that's where he's gonna get her.

Without a gun? How?

He's planted it! Holy shit.

The old Moran trick,

if a gun's hot you never leave it at home.

(SIREN WAILS)

Eagle one, one following Tiffany on the road with her son.

Heading to West Greensborough Primary.

And, I'm behind Allan Carter.

Has he stopped at a-a kebab shop

or, you know, a Smash repair place or something?

Somewhere you can pick up a weapon?

No. He's not stopping anywhere.

Just heading straight for the school.

Shit, he's left it here.

We're only a few minutes away now.

Two or three at most.

(CAR TYRES SWERVE)

Come on, come on.

Slow down, alright?

Listen, the gun, it'll be hidden somewhere in plain sight.

Go! Go, go!

(TENSE MUSIC)

Maia, how far?

40, 50 seconds.

He just ran a red light, turning into Wright Avenue.

Where's Tiffany?

In Barker Street, approaching Wright Avenue from the north.

Two minutes maybe.

OK, come on, Jarred. You can find it.

Eagle two now has visual on school gates.

Come on, Jarred. Come on.

Yes, thank god.

Come on, just break it or take it, one of the two.

Uh, Tiffany is now less than 1km away.

I can see the school. Allan's 50m ahead of me.

He's almost there.

(GUN CLICKS)

Come on, Jarred. Hurry up.

He'll be pulling up in ten seconds.

I can see Jarred,

turning across you now with you in a second.

Phew!

That was close.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Is the drone getting this?

Yup. Uh, we're recording everything.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Tiffany's out of her car, dropping her son off at the gate.

OK. Have a good day, darling.

I'll see you this arvo?

And, you definitely fixed the gun?

Yeah, I went the quick option.

Just filed down the firing pin.

And, it definitely won't fire.

Well, it shouldn't.

What do you mean, it shouldn't?

Oh, no, I-I mean, it won't.

It can't. I just didn't have time to test it.

But, you know, I don't think it'll fire unless I messed up.

Allan Carter is on the move.

Allan Carter is on the move.

Jesus, stop him.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUN FIRES)

(THEME MUSIC)