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- It's bullshit.

Straight up government crap.

- I'm just happy to have a job.

- This place is a piece of shit anyway.

I'm glad it's getting shut down.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, Andy.

- I'm on my last round today.

- Oh. - Gosh, I'm gonna

miss this place.

- How you doing, Andy?

- I'm okay.

- Good. - I've been here

30 years now.

Made a lot of memories.

- Yeah.

- See you guys.

- See you, bud.

- 30 years. Fuck.

- Nothing to miss about this place.

- Well, I'm looking forward to a new work group.

- Wish I could say the same.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying I didn't get a new position.

New technology. Pay cuts.

I'm done.

Retirement won't be so bad.

Drinking, fishing,

banging Mrs. Jeeves.

- Ugh. - Nice.

- You ready for our last shift?

- Yeah, there's just a lot of paperwork.

It's okay. - It's our last shift, so.

- I know, I know. You're right.

Last shift. - So it is.

- Can I ask you a question?

Is it time we told everyone about us?

- Mm, go for it.

- Really?

- Everyone knows anyway.

- Who knows?

- You're not gonna believe it.

Hang on.

Mason, do you copy?

Mason, you there?

- Answer it. We'll chat later.

- Go ahead, Maise. What's up?

- We need you in the office.

And bring Ashley with you.

- Why don't you call her?

- Mason, it's the worst kept secret

since Jeeves tried to sneak a joint

into the building in 1969.

- It was actually the '70s.

- We're getting a new prisoner for Ashley to evaluate.

Something about a trial.

They need to know how to treat his insanity plea.

This demand's coming straight from the state.

- Your kidding me?

- We don't make the rules, we just follow them.

- What's the ETA?

- The email just came into the office,

but I think the bus is already out the front.

- Fuck's sake.

Righto.

- I don't understand.

We're shutting down tomorrow.

I mean, I don't even have all the resources

to do an accurate evaluation.

- All right, I better go meet them.

- Love you. - Love you too.

- Who is this guy anyway?

Some kind of perv?

- I don't know, eh.

- Probably some psycho with nothing on his mind

but murder, mayhem.

- Let's keep it professional, shall we?

- Well, here he is.

- All right, everyone get ready.

- Looks like something

out of a fucking horror movie.

- Time to move, big fella.

- Doors closing.

- You mob take him to accommodation.

I'll sign the paperwork.

- This way, mate.

You gonna play ball

or do you wanna get dragged?

Play ball.

Good choice.

- Hickey, come back.

- And before you ask,

that thing oh his head doesn't come off.

Ever. - Why is that?

- Well, don't ask me, mate.

- Run this up to Ashley.

- Come in.

- Anyone home?

- Hey.

- Ash, what's going on?

- Nothing.

- Mason got this from the driver.

He asked me to bring it to you.

- Yeah.

Thanks, Hickey.

Okay.

What are you doing here then?

And the trigger was?

- What's wrong with you?

- Um, this patient that's just come in,

he, um,

he killed five women.

- Mm. Yeah.

- It just shocked me.

It's fine.

- Who's that?

Why has he got that fucking thing on his head?

Hi, I know something.

I'm not fit.

Come play with me.

You gotta go in.

Won't make no difference.

- This will be your new hotel for the next 10 hours.

Enjoy.

I'm heading back to the camera room.

- Doors closing.

- Ashley to Mason. Do you copy?

- Yeah, Ashley, go ahead.

- I can't review this guy.

- All right, I'll come up and chat.

Why not?

- I just can't. I can't explain it.

- Can't explain what?

You can't say no. It's your job.

- The new guy's losing his shit.

- Can someone check on the new guy, please?

I can't do this right now.

But you should know by now,

you can trust me with anything.

- I do.

- So then do what you're good at

and get it over and done with, okay?

- Hey, you dog.

You all right?

- Oh.

- Gotta take a shit. Fuck.

- Fuck single moms in your area.

No signups, no worries.

Just text and ask to fuck.

View pictures of horny moms now.

- Shit.

Attention. Attention.

This is not a drill.

We have a code Black.

The patient is out confinement.

This is not a drill.

We have a code Black.

The patient is out of confinement.

- Team, let's limit the chat on comms

and prepare for full lockdown.

Mel, green light to initiate full lockdown.

- It's okay. It's okay.

We'll be okay.

He can't get in.

Look, Andy's locked the door.

We're completely safe.

- Mel, can you see where he is?

- Nothing as yet.

Come on, where are you, you ugly bastard?

Should I call the cops?

- Yeah.

Then lock yourself in there.

- No orders to him.

No other warnings. No offenses.

Have a look at some emails that were sent

for the other member.

- Delta 11?

- Delta 11. Go ahead.

- Delta 11, we have a 101 and a possible 104

at the hospital on Blake's Road.

Can you attend?

- Delta 11. Roger that.

- Ashley, Maise, where are you?

- We're in the office. Andy's here too.

- I need you here.

Where's Noob?

Noob, come in.

You there? Noob?

- Mason, we're gonna stay here.

Everything's locked up. We're safe.

What now.

Oh, it's alright.

Back up generator should come on.

- Bet you didn't think this would happen on your last night.

- It's happening.

We need to come up with a plan.

- Or kill him. - Oh, shut up.

Mase, Klara's still up there.

How do we secure the patient?

- What about the police?

Can we call them?

- Mel's onto it.

- Yeah, why can't we just wait for them?

- What do we need the cops for?

- Mel, do you have eyes on him?

- Not as yet.

Wait, something's happening.

Mason?

- Yeah.

- We got a problem.

- What now?

- The screens turned black.

I think he's covered the cameras.

- What do you mean he's covered the cameras?

- He's covered the fucking cameras.

I can't see shit.

- How the hell does he know how to do that?

- Well, they always do it in the movies.

- Well, just be glad this isn't

Silence of the Fucking Lambs.

- Make your way down to the team room.

Be careful.

- Okay, I'm coming.

Fuck this shit.

- What the fuck is going on?

- All right, Calm down.

When Mel gets here,

we'll discuss how we're gonna handle him.

Get down. Get down now.

- Mel.

Mel, answer me.

- I say we make a run for the exits

and let the cops handle it.

What? I'm retiring tomorrow.

- We've got the manpower.

We can put this guy back in his place.

- All right, cowboy.

What is it that you think you have to prove?

- Let's find a private little room and I'll show you.

- Oh, you are so not my type.

- Shut up!

Ashley, you still got the file there, right?

What does it say? What do we need to know?

- I'll read what it says.

Paul Atkins, convicted for the murder of five women

pending a mandatory mental health assessment

by order of the presiding judge.

And it also says here,

he lost his family in a hit and run.

- We need to find this guy.

Jeeves, you and Hickey team up.

Fiona, you and Stephanie.

- Really? - I'll go get Andy.

All right.

Let's get it done.

- You got really worked up before.

- I know I'm not supposed to.

I just,

I just took it really personally.

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- No.

I mean, maybe one day,

but not here like this.

- Listen, I know that Paul fella's

done some monstrous things,

but I read in his file that he lost his whole family

to a hit-and-run accident.

- Yeah, I, um, I read that too.

- You know, that's how I lost my Howard

and my little girl, Sally.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

- Sally didn't die on the road that night.

But that's why I spent

so many years of my life working here.

- I don't understand.

- Well, she had a room here in this facility for 10 years

before she passed away.

Anyway,

with Andy on the job,

no one's getting through the door.

- This is fucking bullshit.

Last night on the job, I'm chasing a fucking fugitive.

- Shh.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And seriously, I've worked here all of my life

and I can tell you now,

nothing like this has ever happened before.

- Did you see that?

- I didn't see anything.

- I saw something. I'm sure of it.

Do we radio Mason?

- No. Make too much noise.

And that spithood wanker would hear us.

Come on.

What do you reckon?

Up or down?

- Down, I think.

- All right, son.

Lead the way.

- Me?

You're the security guy.

- You'll be all right.

- It's empty.

- Hickey! Hickey!

Hickey. Hickey, hang in there, mate.

Don't hurt him, you fucking asshole.

- No.

- Fuck! Fuck me!

God.

Jesus. God.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, come into my life.

Forgive me my sins

and grant me the gift of eternal salvation.

Amen.

Jesus fucking Christ, I need a joint.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Oh.

Fuck me.

- He's gonna get in here.

- No, that's not gonna happen.

- Maise?

- Mm?

- What would you do

if you found the person who killed your family?

- I hate this place. It gives me the creeps.

- I'm gonna get a glass of water.

- All this craziness going on

and you wanna get a glass of water?

Fiona?

Oh my God.

Seriously?

- Got you good, didn't I?

- That's not funny.

- It's a little bit funny.

- Help me!

- Is that little Johnny, is it?

- It's John. You know he hates that.

- Oh, I know he hates it. That's what I call him it.

He's a bit of a dickhead.

- You're a bit of a dickhead. - He's a fucking dickhead.

- Address on Old County Road.

- I just don't think he treats you well.

- He's not so bad.

- Let's go check this out, eh?

- Zero, three, six,

four, seven, one, four, four, four.

- Yeah, roger that.

- Thought this place was a hospital.

- Can't see any lights on.

- There's nothing here.

- It's all boarded up.

- Wanna call it in?

- Yep.

Delta 11.

- Delta 11. Go ahead.

- Delta 11. We don't see anything here.

So we're gonna resume patrols.

- Roger that, Delta 11.

- Ashley.

Ashley.

Ashley, wake up.

- I just had a bad dream.

I couldn't move.

It was him.

- You were screaming and sweating.

I had to wake you up.

- Maise.

- Yeah?

- You didn't answer me before.

- When was that, love?

- I asked you what you would do

if you found the person who killed your family.

- Well, I'd want justice.

I'd fucking kill him.

- Why haven't the cops shown up yet?

- I don't know.

But we need to get back upstairs.

- What about Stephanie?

She was with Fiona.

- Stephanie, come in.

Stephanie, you there?

- It's not like her not to respond straight away.

- Radio silence.

Look, we should check on Klara.

We've still got a duty to care to her.

- You guys check on Klara.

Meet me back at the office.

- I don't reckon we should split up, Mase.

Mase.

What are you doing?

- Just some rubbish, that's all.

- Klara, you all right, love?

- It's gray's birthday.

- Let's get her back to the office.

- Yeah.

Just get your, your shoes on.

Why don't you get them on?

Andy, what are you doing, mate?

Andy, get back in here now.

Andy. Andy.

Andy, get back in here.

Andy.

Leave him alone, you fucking bastard.

Fucking hell.

You bastard.

Shit.

You fucking bastard.

Ash. Ashley.

- Mason?

- Help me, Ash.

- We haven't caught him yet.

- Are you saying he's still out there?

- Yeah. - What about the cops?

- Mel rang them, but they didn't rock up.

- Well, fucking ring them again.

- Doesn't matter anyway.

This place is built to ensure

that if a lockdown comes into effect,

no one can get out, meaning

- No one can get in. Fuck.

- They probably came and left, thought the place was closed.

- My daughter died in this place.

I never thought I'd die here too.

- Andy, Jeeves.

Jeeves, you there?

Jeeves, you there?

- Okay, man. Yeah, yeah.

I'm here, Mason.

- Can you and Andy come down to the office?

- Sorry, mate.

I can't do that right now.

- Are you okay? What's happened?

- No, mate.

Andy's dead.

Look, I'm,

I'm stuck in confinement.

Can you get Ashley to release cell door two?

- Yeah, copy that.

Where's Klara?

- I'm here. - No.

She's here, mate. She's here.

I'll tell you what.

If she wasn't crazy before, she fucking is now.

- Maybe we just wait him out.

- It's not that simple.

- What the hell does that mean?

- In his file, you said his family was killed.

- Yeah, hit-and-run. Left them for dead.

- What if the driver didn't?

- Didn't what? - Drive off.

- What?

- What if the driver stopped first and then drove off?

Something or someone in here has triggered him.

- Okay, so what now?

- I have an idea.

Paul.

Paul Atkins.

I know you can't respond,

but I also know you can hear me.

I'm sorry for what happened to your family.

I really am.

But all I wanna do is talk.

I'm not going to hurt you.

You have my word.

You can trust me.

- Mason, you got him trapped yet?

- Maise, Ashley, are you there?

- I was the one who killed his family.

- I, I don't understand.

- I was driving the car that day.

- Are you telling me all of this is because of you?

- I'm so sorry. - Is, is that

what you're telling me? - I'm so sorry.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, Ashley.

- I'm so sorry.

- None of them had to die, Ashley.

- Maise, I'm so sorry. None of this was supposed to happen.

I'm sorry, Maise.

- Just stop.

Stop talking.

Oh.

Well, I don't know how you're gonna sleep at night.

- Oh, Maise.

- Don't, don't, don't.

Just

- It wasn't supposed to happen.

- Jesus, I never would've,

I know I, just don't.

- It didn't - Op.

How pathetic.

- Please don't tell. - Pathetic.

- Please, just don't tell anyone.

- You're asking me to keep your filthy little secret?

I don't think so.

You're gonna pay for this.

For every single one of them.

Do you hear me?

Every single one of them.

- I'm sorry.

- It's not me you have to apologize to.

It's all their families.

You've gotta go and tell them.

You're a coward, Ashley.

- I'm sorry.

- Maise, do you copy?

- We're here, Mason. I need to tell you something.

- What? You can't tell him.

- I need you to take us outta lockdown.

And when I say, lock it back down again.

- It's my job.

- You tell him or I will.

I'll be right back.

- Maise.

I have a really bad feeling about this.

- I'm going.

- Maise, lock it down now.

- Ashley?

Ashley?

- Ashley, what are you doing?

- His wife's name was Sarah.

It was me.

I'm the driver.

I love you, Mason.

Stop. Stop.

Stop, Mason, stop.

Mason, no, no, no.

Mason! Mason!

Mason, no.

Mason, Mason, Mason.

Please.

No, no, no, not Mason.

Mason, stop. Wake up!

Please.

- See?

I told you I'd get it done.

Hey.

I'll take care of those.