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My name is Robin Ricketts.

I'm here on behalf of the Department of Finance.

Who ARE you?

Stella.

You were trying to rescue her, and...

just happened to run her over.

I killed someone.

We didn't discuss Frankie.

The best way to stop her is to cut her source of income.

Well, how do... how do we do that?

If we can find out when her next drug drop is,

maybe we can stop it.

I found one of our floats, Frankie. It's been cut.

Do you want us to keep looking?

Find it!

I think we get ready for trouble.

Drive, Tarquin.

Get the fuck out of here!

Arggh!

Heroin has lost its cachet.

I can't. I can't do this.

Tarquin used to work closely with her.

- Maybe he can guide you. - Do we have everything we need?

Frankie wrote it all down on a piece of paper somewhere.

I need you to find that piece of paper.

It is my destiny now to take a wife.

Oh, please!

I am immortal.

Oh!

Turns out...

I'm the immortal one.

File is in my handbag.

Yellow envelope, side pocket.

It's too late for that.

Well, I was here at 3:30 precisely.

Your tardiness isn't MY responsibility.

You've been compromised.

I can protect you, but you're going to need to disappear.

Thin air, disappear.

Well... when do we leave?

I'm afraid there is no 'we'.

No. I can't leave...

The safest option is to vanish. We need to go right now.

Well, can I at least say goodbye? That'll only put her in more danger.

We have eyes on her. She won't be alone.

- What?! - Let's go.

- Move. - No! Please!

Please. Like...

I know it's stupid, but...

I wrote a card.

You do every year.

You never send them.

She'll be 25 today.

It's the same age I was when I married her dad.

If she knew what you did and why, she'd understand.

She'd have nothing but admiration for you.

Do you know...

of all the people trapped in this shitty town,

you are the only one who truly doesn't deserve to be here.

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

Dear Robin.

Hope you like natives.

I know white lilies are more customary for a death anniversary,

but I couldn't find any.

Sorry.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh! Oh! Eugh!

Eugh!

We've been through this.

Why can't you tell a girl that you dated in high school,

who's living in another country, with another man, that we're together?

New Zealand's barely another country.

It's like three tiny towns and the Royal Adelaide.

Look, don't do that. Don't change the subject.

I just don't...

..I just don't see why anything has to change.

Because, Rick, our entire human existence depends on change.

And if it wasn't for that first fish

to take a leap and walk out of the water,

we wouldn't be here.

Yeah.

I don't know about the whole evolution thing.

We should go back to being partners.

- We ARE partners. - Just partners. Work partners.

- Not... whatever this is. - Fine.

- If that's what you really want. - It is.

- Good. Wonderful. - Great.

- Love that. - Yeah, I love it more.

Could have taken a breath before you answered.

- What do you want me to do? - Pretty quick. Pretty quick.

Why are you being so stubborn?

- Because I'm a Taurus. - Oh.

I require a certain level of security in my relation...

Oh, shit.

- What? - Oh.

I mean, I'm gonna... I'm willing to offer that, but...

- It's a fuckin' corpse. - OK, that's rude.

No! Look, idiot. Behind you. Grab it.

Oh! Uh, I, uh...

Uh...

I don't have the right glove.

- Just use your hands, Rick. - No! No.

- Fuckin' grab it! - You get in and do it.

Ah!

That's a 10-4, Sarge. I'm in pursuit.

The suspect is at my 12.

I'm closing in on the perp.

Attention all units. Attention all units.

Hi. Yes?

I mean, 0-1-9-3, copy.

Assistance is required at Silverstein Lake.

I'm on my way.

I mean, uh, 10-4.

Roger.

Oh! Oh.

So to get the full surface area,

you times this side by this side and you get?

Something a real teacher at a normal school could tell me.

I like homeschooling you, Otis.

So that's why we turned back, is it?

Not because of the gun-wielding maniacs?

I didn't like them.

- What did they want? - Nothing.

- Stop getting your sister worked up. - I'm not doing anything.

Everything is fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.

OK?

Bong Cha, Growling Panther. Do you copy?

Bong Cha, Growling Panther.

Do you copy?

What do you want, lotus flower?

There's something you need to see.

I'm busy.

Trust me, lady. Get here now.

Then use the code word for emergency.

Hello?

That's strange.

Don't often hear a Clydesdale around these parts.

Strange indeed.

This time, everything really IS fine,

so neither of you need to worry about an... any...

anything at all.

What the f... ?

- Frankie, you're, uh... - Alive?

Worried, were ya?

Bless.

I thought you'd killed her.

We've been through this.

After what happened with Manfred...

I didn't kill him either.

I see YOU'VE been busy.

So is anyone gonna ask?

You have been gone for 427 days.

What on earth happened to you?

This and that.

Well, whatever went on, you... you should know that things...

have changed around here.

It's a lot more...

not a lot, but it's definitely more peaceful.

And that's the way we prefer it.

Don't we?

Take care of this for me, will ya?

So... what have we got here, then?

Abandoned car. Body found inside.

Yeah. Decomp's so bad, can't tell if it's a Jane or a John Doe.

And...

any hits with the rego?

No, plates are long gone.

But the thing's riddled with DNA.

Forensics shouldn't have too much trouble figuring out

what the hell went on here.

Well done, dickhead.

- Get off my back! - Give me the keys.

- I'm driving. - I'm listening and I'm hearing.

No. What happened to that pademelon last night?

I'm not letting you drive again, Rick.

I will dri... I'll drive.

I'm gonna ask for separate police cars.

Well, the blood on her was obviously not her own.

The spatter pattern suggests a...

severing of the carotid artery at close range.

As in 20cm?

Oh, I'd say more like 15, with left-to-right trajectory.

Likely causing hypovolaemic shock, leading to... sudden death.

Well, that's fairly obvious, but... yeah, OK. Yeah.

Oh. So this is where you've been hiding.

Um, there's something I need to talk to you about.

- Yes. - Privately!

If you get what I mean.

Now's not a good time.

What are we gonna do about Frankie?

What? You've all heard?

How? This is official police business.

What, do you have someone on the inside?

Aren't you meant to be our guy on the inside?

What? No. No, not officially. I... I... I don't see that as my role.

But, yes, I do keep my ear to the ground.

What are you going on about?

Frankie's car was just found in Silverstein Lake.

Technically, no-one knows it was HER car, just that A car

was found, riddled with bullets, and... most of...

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you all this, but, um...

Frankie's dead.

Oh, yeah.

That is great work, Detective.

She's back, mate. Alive.

Not... well, but breathing.

We all just saw her. Unless that was a ghost.

A body was found in the car.

I mean, they did say they couldn't tell if it was a Jane or a John Doe.

That's police talk. Means male or female.

Yeah. A year decomping in water will do that.

Yeah, especially with trout feeding on it.

But they're getting Forensics in to ID the Jane or Joe.

It's Arthur.

So, what does Frankie want back here?

Vengeance comes to mind.

Maybe she's just homesick?

Whatever the reason, that should be of secondary concern to everyone.

You know, the car, the body. You know, it'll be all over the media.

That's sure to raise suspicion.

Yeah. Suspicion that'll bring focus to this town.

Jason, keep across it. Sammi, help him.

Hack their systems or whatever it is you do.

Look for any sign that points them directly here.

And the rest of us,

we need to keep as far away from Frankie as possible

until I figure out what I'm gonna do with her.

NOW you're gonna kill her?

I'm not killing anyone.

Let's not forget,

Frankie is dangerous.

There's no knowing what she's capable of now.

Oh!

Now, that's what I like to see, my Jackie boy.

- Mum? - All smiling and happy.

Hello!

- What? - No, no, no, no, no.

Enough of all that.

- All that matters... - But...

... is that I'm home now. Come on.

Give your mum a hug.

Oh, my boy!

Oh!

Frankie returns from the dead and your plan is to just watch

and then MAYBE act?

Well, what else do you suggest I do? We've already tried escaping.

And I've got several other psychos I've got to deal with right now.

Maybe you and the kids should stay at my place.

Tonight? It's Wednesday.

Or... more permanently.

Are you asking me to move in with you?

I'm saying it's safer in numbers and... having a man...

Oh, please. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of me and my family.

But thank you very much.

And it's not like we're at THAT stage, are we?

Oh, I di... I didn't...

I mean, it's only been a year or so of Thursdays.

At least let me stay a couple of nights, just in case...

Frankie tries to murder me?

It's not that left-field a proposition.

Look, I... I have to go, but...

..thank you.

Bron?

Hey, buddy. You're here.

But my day with Buzz isn't until tomorrow.

- OK. I'll... I'll go, then. - No, no, no, no, no, no. Stay. Stay.

Um... I can make you a toasted...

Oh, you got one.

Uh, we've also...

I mean...

I've got baked beans.

Mmm.

Frankie's back.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

I can't keep living there, so...

Buzz and I need somewhere to stay.

Well, I can paint up the caravan.

Or, actually, I was thinking of buying an annexe.

Jason, I'd settle for real butter.

Oh, sorry.

I'm trying to lower my cholesterol.

But that nut oil stuff, it's... it's not too bad once you...

use toothpaste afterwards.

It's disgusting.

Yeah.

I'll go pick up some butter.

While you're at it, grab Buzz's stuff from the car, will ya?

Please.

You may have heard people saying "Words fail me"

when they can't think of the right word,

but words can never fail us, only we can fail words, believe me.

My favourite tongue twister was always

"She stood on the balustraded balcony,

inexplicably mimicking him hiccupping

and amicably welcoming him in".

How do you remember that?

I hope you don't mind me dropping around.

He's helping me with my English homework.

- Is he? - Yes.

So, I have to learn a new word and then use it in a sentence.

'Contu...

- 'con... ' - 'Contumacious'.

- 'Contumacious'. - Whoa. That's a big word.

It means "stubborn or wilfully disobedient to authority".

And the sentence we practised?

"The woman was being... contumacious

when she tried to flee her work commitments."

Very good. Bravissima.

I think you've earned yourself a break.

Um... why don't you go work on the papier-mache we've been doing?

Just stay where I can see you. Alright, sweetheart?

Cute kid. Smart too.

Yeah. I know she is.

Oh.

I take it you haven't heard, then.

About Frankie? Of course I have.

Thaddeus.

May he rest in peace.

Sorry?

Proud man.

Too proud, perhaps.

Oh, bloody scene too.

They were never a happy family.

Now, I fear that I've been too cordial with you.

My wife tells me that I can be a bit of a pushover sometimes.

She knows what you do, does she?

A secret to a healthy marriage is no secrets.

I must apologise if I haven't made myself crystal-clear.

As you said, in your...

many speeches...

successful management is good communication,

and it's on me if I haven't provided that, so...

I just wanted to ensure

that you fully grasp the situation

you find yourself in.

But...

I'm sure you'll deliver and all grievances will be put aside.

I've only just started.

What wonders can be achieved when we fully devote ourselves

to the task at hand.

And when I do, we're finished. Right?

I like Iris.

She has an effervescence that's quite contagious.

We need to start cooking asap.

How you going with the whole recipe thing?

What recipe?

The one that... tells me how to make it.

I missed heroin class in home economics.

I don't know. Ask Frankie.

She IS back now.

We'll figure it out.

I do have an MBA from Harvard after all.

Try Connor's workshop.

Uh... see if there's any rubber tubing.

You know, I saw a big metal ladle.

- That might come in handy. - Can I go to Connor's workshop too?

Uh, no, sweetheart.

- But I love cooking. - I know, but what we're making is, um...

it's for...

grown-ups, and you wouldn't like it.

- Sounds healthy. - Yeah. Alright.

I will see you

at the, um... the warehouse.

Yep.

What was that about?

Nothing. Have you looked at your calculus yet?

This early?

And why does anyone need to know anything about this stuff

if the internet knows everything anyways?

- It doesn't even make sense! - Of course it does!

Give it to me.

Alright. Uh, if we've...

OK. I do actually have quite a lot of work today.

- And... - You don't work.

I will have you know,

the toughest job is motherhood.

Alright, I will... will, uh...

Mmm...

be back later, but I want you to both promise me

that you'll lock all of the doors while I'm away.

We get way too many surprise visitors around here.

- Like those men? - Exactly like those men.

Yeah, yeah. Doors locked. Got it, working mum.

Are you at this house on purpose?

Oh, good. You're here.

How may we help you, Stella?

I was hoping to ask for a favour.

Any chance that you could take these two for the day?

You want us to babysit?

- No. - Yes.

We would very much enjoy spending the day with them.

- Great. In you go. - We would?!

What happened to reading the Bayard Taylor translation of the Goethe

and comparing it to the original?

You carry on, and I'll spend the day with these two.

- Yeah, but... - What are you learning at school?

- I'm trying to teach Otis calculus. - Oh!

Such fun. I love calculus.

You do? Thank you.

Lifesavers.

Saver. Singular.

Be sure to do everything that Magda and Heather ask you, OK?

Just Heather.

Do you think you could help me with my technologies homework?

Oh.

God. This is what they're teaching children these days?

I mean, look at this.

Papier-mache.

Why don't they learn something useful, like...

smithing or the art of the bleed?

Huh?

"I beg your pardon?"

We say "I beg your pardon?" when we do not understand something.

Actually, why don't you both help me with my harvest

and then maybe we can do some painting?

I mean, look at this. There's a chapter on combustion engines.

That'll solve the climate crisis.

OK. So, there's two concepts

of calculus you need to understand.

There's integrals and there's derivatives.

But...

Don't worry. It's much easier than it sounds.

This way.

Come on.

Where are we?

It's just my farm.

Oh! I wouldn't do that if I were you.

One spore and you'll lose your eyesight

and two, you'll never walk again.

Really?

No. It was a joke.

Oh.

Well, there's no mushroom that can kill you by just touching it.

At least... none that they've discovered yet.

The Podostroma cornu-damae can cause skin irritation,

but... this...

this is the Mycena interrupta, or pixie's parasol.

Harmless. It's just pretty.

Really pretty.

- Can I pick one? - Yeah, sure.

Just make sure that you pluck it right down to the stem.

And that way, the organism knows

to put its energy into making other mushrooms.

So...

you know a lot about mushrooms?

Mmm. I dabble.

I'm currently working on breeding a fungus

that could be used to break down non-recyclable plastics.

- Cool. - Cool.

Is it?

Oh. Yeah. I suppose it is.

Good thing I'm back.

Couple more days of this and, well...

you'd all have scurvy.

No wonder Brony and Buzz left.

Why don't I whip something up for morning tea, eh?

Celebrate my homecoming.

Funny thing about...

waiting to die is that...

well, you realise you have a choice.

You can either just let it happen.

Or you can...

find a reason to fight on.

I promise you, Jackie,

this time, I'm gonna be a proper mum to ya.

You'd think they'd let me have a day to settle in at least!

Coming!

Whatever you've got planned, just...

just get it over and done with.

Oh. Pumpkin.

No. Come on. Get up.

Why would I harm you, after everything you've done for me?

- What I did! - Oh, no, no, no.

It's all in the past.

Water under the bridge. I've turned over a new leaf.

Everything is forgiven.

Hm?

You're not gonna kill me?

Please. No, pet. No.

I should thank you.

Because of you,

I know what it means to be alive.

Oh!

If you feel that badly about it,

I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me.

To make Arthur's death mean something.

Why don't we grab a cuppa

and you can tell me everything the poodle's been up to, eh?

Hm? Come on.

You're late.

Where have you been?

I remembered some of Frankie's steps.

I, um...

wrote 'em down.

Looks like you remembered most of them.

Yeah, yeah. All 42 steps just...

came to me all of a sudden.

Are they right?

Mm-hm.

You know, it's just...

how my brain works.

Well, great.

Let's get on with it.

Why on earth did you agree to babysit?

Oh, because I believed it would be an enjoyable experience.

And I was right.

- We had plans. - Oh!

You mean...

Goethe, followed by an analysis of international affairs,

followed by garden maintenance,

followed by a calorie-balanced snack and then on to learning Farsi?

Farsi is an important language dating from the Achaemenid dynasty.

I know.

From 522 to 486 BC.

Uh... important years.

Not to me.

So...

I thought we could... diversify our day.

Well...

this is quite a turn-up for the books.

You find the bathroom alright?

Yeah.

Where's Otis?

I thought he came inside.

Oh!

Now I know what cow shit tastes like.

You sure these aren't just gonna put us to sleep?

Nah.

They're meant to mess with your head.

I figured you could use a trip after, you know,

your mum came back from the dead.

- You know what I mean? - Right.

And that's not trippy enough.

Oh!

Another one?

Alright. So after we've done this bit,

we just have water and chloroform.

Ah! Which we have plenty of.

You see?

When you work hard, commit yourself, persevere,

you find success.

Uh... Stella.

Oh! Shit.

Oh. Um, right.

Just, uh...

how much, uh, acetic anhydride have we got left?

- Yeah, not much. - Alright.

We need to go outside, get some air.

Whoa!

Whoa!

- How was work, Mum? - Oh, it was a great day.

You go brush your teeth.

Whoa!

What?

Oh, God. I smell like Pablo Escobar.

He was cocaine, wasn't he, not heroin?

Apologies for getting my drug lords mixed up.

Slow-braised garlic chicken

with sauteed shallots.

My mother's recipe. Her mother's before that.

You feel it needed that, do you?

Otis!

Where have YOU been?

Why are you so shiny?

Wait... are you...

are you... are you on something?

Do you know space is, like...

really big?

There it is.

What have I told you about drugs?

- Why do you smell so bad? - I've been, um, cooking.

It's...

- Cooking what? - Anyway, it's not about me.

You...

go to bed.

Mm-hm?

Oh.

- My eyes are like fireworks. - Please! Now.

- Hey, man. - G'day, mate.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Oh.

You still think he doesn't need discipline?

If you don't want 'em...

Hey, look. I'm gonna have 'em.

Mmm. Num-num.

Are you sure? Are you sure?

Hello, sweetness.

- What do you want? - Uh, this is a police station, isn't it?

Oh. Look at this place.

I'd say call the cops, but here you are.

This is no place to bring up a littlie.

What do you want?

Oh! This is silly.

Why don't you and Buzz come home?

You didn't have to leave.

Give the kid some space to run around.

And you're welcome too, son.

Nice happy family and a...

nice big house.

I'm here to speak to Jason.

Me?

Uh...

What do you want with me?

Arthur's body.

They tell me you saw him.

Yeah. I suppose I did.

Not up close or anything, just as they were

taking him away to the Queenstown morgue.

And?

Well, that's where he is.

Hmm. What next?

Well, Forensics from Hobart will come across, but it's TBC.

- That means "to... " - I know what it means.

When?

Early next week.

Apparently there's a pile-up in Hobart.

In three days, eh?

Did you want me to keep you posted?

Update you on any developments?

Oh! Look at these paintings little Iris did.

Aren't they gorgeous?

They are not here again?

Well...

I'm their teacher now.

Stella offered, and I accepted, so they'll be here every day.

I told you how much I enjoyed it yesterday.

And I how much I didn't.

I thought that we both enjoyed our life

just the way it is.

Sometimes...

I miss the sound of children.

Most towns have...

kids running about and yelling and playing games.

And I miss that.

The cacophony of child noise?

That... that... that's what you miss?

It's the only feature of this town that's actually worthwhile.

Or at least it was until Stella carted her offspring into the place.

And what do you expect a mother to do?

I beg your pardon?

Your disdain for children...

it's...

Yes?

It's unnatural.

Mmm.

Unnatural.

And... and why would that be? Because I'm a woman?

I resent the implication that womanhood and motherhood

are somehow inextricably linked.

And I resent being made to feel silly

for enjoying the company of children.

Uh...

- Add a little more shadow. - Alright.

What are we up to?

Did you purposely give Tarquin the wrong instructions?

We had an explosion. It nearly killed us.

Oh, shame.

What a terrible loss that would have been.

You really can't stop yourself

sticking your nose into other people's business, can you?

More like other people's business keeps sticking it to me.

Dog-eat-dog world out there.

I'm so glad I'm out of it.

How's it working out with your new boss, what's-his-name?

I hear you've got a delivery due soon.

I've heard some things too,

about you killing Thaddeus.

Every family has its issues.

Can we talk about a business arrangement?

What could you possibly want from little old me?

Heroin.

Enough to pay off the debt.

You've got the know-how, years of experience.

- And what would YOU bring to the table? - Nothing.

It's your debt I'm being forced to repay.

- MY debt? - Yeah.

He's holding it over me AND the town.

How's that fair?

Fair?

Oh. What's fair about me losing my entire shipment, just...

having it vanish into thin air?

Who could have possibly cut it loose, do you think?

Oh, come on!

I knew it was you and your idiot boyfriend.

Hm?

From where I'm standing, this little mess you've got yourself into

is entirely your fault, and therefore, entirely yours to fix.

I watched that man kill Behrouz.

He'll do the same to me and my kids if I don't deliver him

$2 million worth of drugs.

Look, I need your help.

You're a mother. You get it.

Is that how you do business in the big smoke?

"Do this merger

or my kids will die."

Here's me thinking you were a doyen of business.

Silly me.

What do you want?

I want my little brother back.

Arthur.

I can't... I can't do that. He's dead.

I know that. I was there.

Clutching onto him as the last remnants of life

dribbled from his poor wee body.

I want him returned to me so I can give him the send-off he deserves.

The police have him.

It's an active murder investigation.

What exactly do you think I can do?

You're a resourceful lady. You'll think of something.

They don't examine the body for three days.

Gives you plenty of time to plan.

Now...

if you can manage that,

then maybe we can talk about going into business.

You can't steal a body from a police station.

Because it's unethical?

No, because it's too bloody hard!

You'll have every cop in the country chasing us, yeah.

Not if I...

replace it with another body.

What the hell are you talking about? What other body?

Robin, the... the woman I killed, accidentally.

I...

Have you been into Otis's stash?

For starters, she's female.

Arthur was...

many things.

Female was not one of 'em.

Jason has said that they can't identify the body at this stage,

- not even the sex. - You can't do this!

Not for Frankie. No way!

I am not doing it for Frankie.

Robin was an innocent woman,

whose family and friends have no idea what happened to her.

It must be torment for them.

I mean, she deserves to be found.

She deserves to have a proper funeral,

surrounded by those that loved her.

Yeah, sure, but... then what?

The police will investigate her death.

I want them to.

Even if it leads to you?

I'll do it this time.

Alright.

Someone else you killed?

- Yes. - No.

Sort of.

So you say this is good?

That's a 2011 Lubiana Ruscello.

Can I cook with it?

It's a $100 bottle of wine, so no.

And you'll drop the TV off at mine later tonight?

Thank you again for agreeing to help us.

So...

what's the plan?

Mm-hm.

Yep.

- Yes, please. - Not Joey. Come on!

He's a gronk.

As my ex-boyfriend, you don't get a say

in who I can or can't date, Rick.

Fine. Just know that he wet the bed until he was 12.

Childhood trauma.

Now we can talk about that on our date instead of

why he can't betray the memory of his ex-girlfriend.

Hi.

Uh, I'm Mel Rogan. This is, uh, Bryce Kennedy.

Well, we weren't expecting you till next week.

We're with Special Ops.

It's, uh, part of a separate inquiry

before Forensic conduct a full examination.

We just need...

a few minutes alone to eyeball the body.

You should have been contacted by HQ. Bloody pencil-pushers.

Uh, it's not here.

What do you mean, it's not here?

Well, some ineffectual preoccupied dickhead

broke the aircon in the morgue over the summer.

There was a heat wave.

- Yeah. - I didn't break it. It broke.

I mean, if it doesn't work, why have it?

OK. But it was 30 degrees.

- So it wasn't exactly a heatwave. - I was hot.

- You were sweating. I was sweating. - Rick.

There was actually a big sign on it that said "Don't touch this aircon".

So where exactly, uh,

is this... body?

So you're taking us, uh, where the body is now?

Yeah, that's what I just said.

You'll have to excuse her volume.

I took a bit of shrapnel in the line of duty,

so my hearing's...

All good. All good, mate. I, uh... I can relate.

- I recently got a war wound myself. - Oh.

Yeah. Apparently, I was told I can't listen well or hear well.

- OK. - That's not exactly what happened.

- I don't remember. I couldn't hear. - He does this.

- Couldn't listen either, apparently. - What was that, Rick?

Hi, Sharon. Hi, Rick.

- You two made up yet? - No.

But I've got a hot date tonight,

so I'll be needing two of your finest eye fillets.

Hey, Mary. Just here on business.

OK. Here we go.

Oh. Thanks. Um...

we'll... we'll take it from here.

- Uh, no, no. Nonsense. - We're here to help.

Actually, um...

a bit, uh, floated away.

Uh, what bit?

May... maybe an arm.

Um...

we're not gonna get in any trouble, are we?

Uh, well...

is it in your report?

- Oh, yeah. Sure is. Yeah, yeah. - Well... then I guess you're covered.

Uh, look, sorry to pull rank, but this is above your pay grade.

Top clearance only.

Uh, officers.

Good work.

Mmm.

It's the left arm.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, can it wait? Fuckin' freezing.

So how's your plan going?

Oh, I don't know what to do. They're standing out the front!

So we go out the back. Do we even know if there is a back?

And Bong Cha, how do we get her up to speed with that plan?

Just call someone. Call Ga... have you got Gary's number?

Yes, I do have Gary's number, on my phone, which is in the car.

OK.

She said something about...

jack jumper ants and then just collapsed.

Hey, uh, well, what... what do we do?

Well, she's having an anaphylactic fit. Does anyone have an EpiPen?

Uh, no, it's too late for that.

We'll just hang on till the ambulance gets here.

- We haven't called... - OK.

Uh, uh, I think I've lost the pulse again. I don't know where it is.

I didn't do the training. Did you do the training?

You know that I had my mum's birthday and I...

OK, OK. Uh...

- Mary, have you got the... the frib... - The...

- the fribbie... - ... debfibri... uh...

- the... the fuckin'... - ... heart paddle things.

... what is it called, Rick?

The heart paddle things.

You've watched Grey's Anatomy.

It looks like she's got some kind of foam around her mouth.

- What is that? - It's not pavlova.

No, it's a bit yuck.

Oh, my God. We did it!

Fuck!

Alright. Here we go.

The arm.

The... Fuck!

How... how do we...

How?

No.

Well... if you have any other ideas,

now would be a really good time.

Oh.

Alright.

Before we desecrate her body, we should say something.

This is the line, is it?

Well, I once heard someone say that home is what you take with you,

not what you leave behind, and that...

that seems quite apt right now.

So I'm sorry about what we're about to do to you, Robin, um...

but hopefully, this sends you home.

Are you sure you don't want me to do it?

OK.

Eugh! Oh, my God.

She hasn't taken a breath in over three minutes.

- When's this ambulance coming? - No time for an ambulance.

Stand back. We'll get this woman to the hospital straightaway.

But... but... Look out, mate. Look out. Let go.

It's, uh, for the dog. I hope you don't mind.

It's on the house. Just get her to hospital.

- Yep. Come on. - Quickly. Thank you.

Thank you.

That was intense.

Something to talk about on my date tonight.

- You gonna wish me luck? - No.

Whatever.

We nearly saw someone die today.

If it wasn't for those brave cops back there taking charge,

we would have lost her.

I was paralysed.

So was I.

And... I just kept...

thinking...

I don't want him eating your meat, Sharon.

I don't want to cook it for him.

That was actually pretty crazy, what happened.

That was nuts, wasn't it?

- They were amazing. - They were...

Uh...

- Apologies... - ... uh, apologies...

- ... for earlier. - ... for... earlier.

I have made us salmon coulibiac.

Sounds delicious.

You should get more sunshine here.

Eugh!

OK.

I'm so sorry, Arthur,

that nothing ever worked out for you.

That I wasn't a better sister.

That I couldn't protect you.

You deserved a happy little life.

And I couldn't give it to ya.

Don't you worry.

Because, oh, how they shall pay.

Let's get started.

- Who is this? - What?

This is a pleasant surprise.

When did we start fraternising with outsiders?

They feel a hell of a lot safer than the insiders.

This is my big day.

Nobody's gonna piss on my parade.

I just want you all to know,

whatever happened in the past,

it's the past.

This is not what we do.

We all make compromises.

When does this stop?

We can't escape ourselves, Anika.

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