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I was at a bus stop on my way to work. I'm a checkout chick.

Aisle ten, price check, grocery.

I'd never met Chelsea Babbage before that prick tried to kill her.

We were shoved in the boot of a car

and hunted down by thugs, working for a man called Kel Morrison.

You kill them both.

Yeah, I've been in trouble before, but never like this.

Morrison even had cops in his back pocket.

So, Chelsea and me, we've been on the run ever since.

She's the only person I trust now.

- What happened to your mum? - She had Huntington's disease.

There's a 50-50 chance I have it, too.

Kel Morrison kidnapped my son, murdered my father...

and threatened my sister.

He was going to kill me, too, but Chelsea saved my life.

So we buried him on that hill, somewhere no one will ever find him.

Now we have to prove we're innocent, so we can start our lives over.

You are under arrest. Do not move!

...ex-husband's veteran's pension.

With the age benefits and if you apply for subsidized housing, you could...

you could actually do quite well. Well... relatively speaking.

It's actually two packets, Barb.

Thank you.

Amazing how many of the inmates are suddenly gluten-free.

Did you know that Barbara has been in here for 28 years?

She give you any tips?

- We might need them. - We're getting out of here.

You have read the list of charges the cops have got against us?

- Have you spoken to Legal Aid recently? - No. Next week maybe.

My father won't return my calls.

All communication is to be through his lawyers only, apparently, so... Yeah.

It's okay. We're getting out. I know it.

We're going to go to Queensland, get the money that we stashed,

buy a beach house and you're going to get to see David again. Yeah?

...stay indoors. After being extradited...

- Great, that's all we need. -...last two months on remand,

Lola Buckley and Chelsea Babbage, who gained

- notoriety after evading police...

whilst committing a string of offenses... including kidnap, robbery

and possession of firearms, are due to face court.

The Director of Public Prosecution today announced there was enough evidence

to prosecute Buckley and Babbage on all charges,

including a homicide charge for Buckley.

- My priority... - Leave it.

...as Deputy Commissioner, is the protection of the community

from dangerous offenders, like the accused.

Buckley and Babbage were linked to disgraced businessman Kel Morrison,

alleged to be the head of a criminal network in seven countries,

including Australia and New Zealand. Morrison is believed...

They're going to leave us in here to rot.

...thought that Buckley and Babbage may have information as to his whereabouts.

- Their unwillingness to cooperate... - They not going to find his body.

...police efforts to locate Morrison...

...and continue their investigation into his alleged criminal activities.

- You sound terrible, Lil. - Yeah, it's prison, not a day spa.

Jeez, we finally get to speak and that's all you want to say to me?

You're my sister. I'm allowed to worry about you.

I... I put some flowers on Dad's grave for you.

You know those cheap ones that he used to buy us

when he forgot our birthdays.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

Funeral must have been hard.

All of his mates propping up the bar for hours. It wasn't that bad.

Take it she didn't show.

Knew it.

Hey, uh...

Mum had a stroke. Bad one.

It was a... It was a while ago.

- I just didn't think that you'd want... - You're right. I don't.

Looks like she's going to have the last laugh.

She always said trouble followed me...

- Not okay. Just... Just find her! - Lil...

You got to keep your head. You know that.

She couldn't have bloody disappeared!

Of course I'm upset.

Lil, you there?

Stop it!

You broke it! What are you doing?

Lillian, stop it!

Your old man was in high security, wasn't he?

Only it wasn't high security enough for him, was it?

It's a hell of a way to go... broom and a bag.

Oh, did you not know?

Oh, sorry.

Ah. I can tell you how that works.

See, first, you got to come up to 'em.

Then... hold it tight so they can't breathe.

Hey, Dezza, call off your dogs.

Do that again and I'll kill you!

Looks like you got yourself a fan.

We need protection.

- Kel Morrison, where is he? - I've told you everything I know.

- You keep saying that... - And you keep asking.

So, my boss is prepared to look at lessening some of your charges.

- But it won't come for free. - Been watching the news, has he?

This is a good opportunity.

This could be a chance for you to join your son a bit earlier.

What about now?

- That's not going to happen. - We can't stay in here.

Lola, this is the safest place for you. Morrison can't get to you in here.

- Prison didn't stop him getting my father. - Well, that's unconfirmed.

Yeah, 'cause no one looked close enough.

You tell us everything that you know...

or you're going to be in here for a very, very long time.

Why'd you help me?

- You're not what I thought you'd be. - Which is?

Wide-eyed and naive, like your little friend.

But you... you seem to know your way around here.

Come in.

- Got kids? - Yeah, one. David.

Haven't seen him visit.

He's on a fishing trawler in Canada with a mate.

That's my Sophie.

Wee baby. She's not so little anymore.

Where's she?

Adelaide.

I think.

She all right?

I think so.

Doesn't matter how tough you are in here or how you hold yourself together,

something happens to your kid, then it falls apart instantly.

Susan?

Finally.

Assholes confiscated the last one.

Sorry, I've got to, um...

What if she does it again?

I'll figure something out.

We could put laxatives in Dezza's food every day.

She won't have time to attack you between trips to the bathroom.

And they say I'm a menace to society.

Hey.

You cold?

- No, I'm fine. - Then what's that?

It's... it's nothing.

- It doesn't look like nothing. - It's fine. It's not...

It's not that.

Look, if it is... If it is Huntington's...

isn't it better that you know?

I don't know, is it? Is it better that I know?

Because it just means a long, slow, painful...

lonely death... like Mum's.

- Probably in here. Great, thanks. - Hey, hey.

- Something to look forward to. - Hey, no one is dying in here, okay?

We're dying of old age in some fancy beach house.

Showers where you don't wear shoes. You know?

- Meals that haven't been spat in. - Don't. You'll make me vomit.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Uh, underwear with... with actual elastic would be good, innit?

A full night's sleep without my cellmate snoring

and making many... many... other disturbing noises.

We still need to figure out this Dezza problem.

If our lives were really in danger, they'd have to move us to a safer facility.

You got a minute?

Hey. Last supper. Eat up.

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

- You said you weren't coming. - I've been thinking about what you said

and I think that you're right. I think I should get tested.

- It's probably better to be prepared. - Can we talk about this later?

- You need to go. - Why?

- You just need to go. - What've you done?

Yeah, Lola.

No! No!

Drop it, Carpenter! On the floor!

Kel Morrison sends his best!

Drop it!

Drop it... now!

On the ground!

I didn't see this coming.

Well, I told you it would.

Carpenter's not saying anything about Morrison, but we'll get it out of her.

You'll spend a couple of weeks at a secure location

while we finalize the details of the witness protection program.

- I want to go to Adelaide. - I thought your family were in Queensland.

Yeah, well, I don't know anyone there, so, isn't that the idea?

If I give you that, you give me everything you have.

Chelsea's coming with me, right?

Witness protection... sounds so glamorous, doesn't it?

Maybe we could get a pet. A dog?

- Chelsea... - Oh, no. The puppy gifs are so cute,

but you forget how much they stink.

A cat? You'll have to deal with the kitty litter.

I'm not touching it. You're a genius.

- I need to tell you... - Stop there.

Buckley.

This is costing me.

I know.

- You find my little girl. - I'll find her.

She isn't built like us.

Time's up.

Here's your ride, Buckley. No, no, not you, Babbage.

- What? - You're going somewhere else.

- No, we're going together. - No, you're not.

No, we're going together. We have to.

You...

You knew?

- I'm sorry. - You didn't...

Just...

Just be smart, Chelsea.

If you need me, here.

Take it.

Make sure you get the... test.

You ready?

How long do I have to keep wearing these bloody things for?

They're your most recognizable feature, so...

No one's recognized me so far.

You're lucky you're not wearing a tracking device, Stella.

I hate that bloody name.

Not a bad office, is it?

Can think of a lot worse.

People would never guess it's maintained by a bunch of petty crims.

Hey, Kirra!

Good to see you found your way back. Well done!

Ah, shouldn't tease. It's not her fault. Runs in the family.

How is your mum, Kirra?

Back in custody, I hear.

See, the pin goes in the catch, and it locks the tailgate in place.

- It's a marvel of modern engineering. - Well, I checked and I thought it locked!

Must have hurt, all that thinking.

Sometimes I reckon it'd be easier if they sent me a busload

- of specials from the special school. - It's all right, Vince.

- I'll do it. - And so you should.

I left you in charge of these munters. Under the trailer, too! Don't waste any!

All right, we don't need supervision.

You sure about that? I supervise all the animals at the zoo.

- Is that right? - Yeah, Stella. That is right.

Stella?

Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

We'd better get a move on.

Got to get my bag.

I'd hurry up if I were you. You're not going home till it's done.

I hope you're not at risk of compromising yourself.

- 'Cause I want to whack him with a shovel? - Keep your head down.

- You won't be stuck here forever. - He'll still be a prick, though.

- Didn't you say you were with Homicide? - Yep, 20 years.

Who'd you piss off to end up on babysitting duty?

Maybe you should've been the detective.

Yeah, no thanks. Not the ones I've met lately.

Not all the same.

- Ah! - What?

Oh, it's nothing. It's... it's my son. He's staying at my apartment.

He thinks I don't know, but I've got a deal with my neighbors.

They let me know if he's got more than two friends over. Last count, 23.

- Didn't know you had a son. - Yeah. Two, actually.

But only one gives me grief.

Yeah, only takes one.

You know what they say, little kids, little problems.

Big kids...

He's got a karaoke machine now.

My eyes are killing me, I'm just going to take 'em out.

Good morning. My name is Ch... Debbie from the Department of Human Services,

with a short survey about your recent experience...

Rude.

Good morning, my name is Debbie from the Department of Human Services with a...

"Dear..."

I was 30 seconds away from searching the building.

I know, I'm very sorry.

Oh. You always say that, but it happens once a week.

It took forever to find something in the vending machine

that didn't have gluten or palm sugar. What is wrong with people?

- Don't they like orangutans? - On time, all the time.

- It was the first thing we covered. - I was seven minutes and 14 seconds late.

Late is late, Debbie.

- We need to go over your statement. - Oh, good morning to you, too, Detective.

Will you be good to go in half an hour or so?

- Yeah, probably. - Can you save me some of that?

Don't push your luck.

I thought you told me you didn't have any family in Adelaide?

- I don't. - Oh, okay, except your mother, Peg.

- She's not family. - Really?

Really.

All right, if there's anything else that you've just forgotten to tell me,

you let me know.

And I want to reassure you about Susan Carpenter.

We're going to put her in front of the judge and ask for the maximum,

so she won't get away with what she did to you.

Good.

It is funny. We haven't been able to find any connection

- between Carpenter and Morrison. - They're not Facebook friends?

Apparently not. Fact is, that message that she delivered from Morrison,

that's the first we've heard from him since he disappeared.

- Not for me. - When was the last time you ate?

On the plane.

- Well, that's hardly food, is it? - Okay, thanks.

No chili.

- No chili? - It's not a crime.

Well, that's debatable.

- It's good. - It's better with chili.

Let's get started. Something that Chelsea said got me thinking.

Kel Morrison was an evil man and when you finally catch him,

he deserves to go away for the rest of his life.

What do you think?

Kel Morrison was an evil man.

Was? It's funny that she talks about him in the past tense, don't you reckon?

Not really. She's nervous. She's by herself.

Does she need you to get her story straight?

Stella. I've got to go sort out the idiots in maintenance.

Keep an eye on the crims. Don't let 'em nick anything.

Don't forget to delete your browser history. He checks daily.

Thanks.

Hey.

You don't have to let him speak to you like that.

I just want to do my hours and get out of here.

You all right?

Yeah. G'day. I'm looking for Sophie. Is she here?

Who's asking?

Uh, I'm a friend of Susan Carpenter's.

Susan...

- What does she want? - She... she wants to find her daughter.

Well, tell the old scrag I haven't seen Sophie in months.

- This is her house, isn't it? - Not anymore.

Right. Do you know where I could find her? Have you got phone number or an address?

- Who did you say you were again? - Lance, she is going to throw up again.

Use the bucket! And hurry up. Get your gear packed.

- Maybe they know where Sophie is. - Nobody knows where Sophie is.

All right? End of story.

- Find her? - No. Just some arsehole, Lance.

Said he hasn't seen Sophie in months.

Listen, Susan, there's a lot of eyes on me out here. I don't know what else I can do.

That Lance, he's lying. He's got a terrible hold on her.

He just, you know... finishes fights with his fists. You know the type.

Yeah.

Look, he was packing to go somewhere.

He manages a hotel in the sticks. Red Creek. Look for her there.

- I can't just take off and go looking... - Getting you out cost a lot.

I'm still paying. Keep looking.

Hey, I thought maybe we could watch a movie tonight.

Oh, it's a school night. Think I'm just going to go to bed.

Uh... I've got chocolates.

I'm your witness protection officer, Chelsea. I'm not your BFF.

Yeah, I know that.

- Night. - Night.

...more than 1,000 studies to produce the report.

The government didn't object to its release,

even though some ministers have cast doubt on links

between humans and climate change.

To breaking news now. There are reports from New Zealand tonight

missing property tycoon Kel Morrison's car has been discovered by authorities.

After a three-month public call for information

on the disgraced businessman...

You have reached the personal messaging service of Anthony Babbage.

If you would like to leave a message, please...

Oh. Hi.

I believe I was very clear with the rules.

In case there was any confusion, this is what's called a breach.

I totally understand.

Only a bird flew into a window at work and I got chosen to take it to the vet.

- There was this huge queue... - For God's sakes, Chelsea. Who'd you see?

- Who'd you make contact with? - I didn't see anybody.

Then where were you?

Chelsea?

- I went to a clinic to take a test. - What sort of test?

For Huntington's disease.

It's a neurodegenerative disease

that affects the basal ganglia region of the brain. It's genetic. My mum had it.

She's... she's dead.

When do you get the results?

I'm coming with you.

We'll find out together.

You know...

what you're doing is impressive, cooperating with the cops.

Uh-huh.

I'm guessing you heard they found Kel Morrison's car.

Yeah.

He's not going to get to you. No one will. That's what I'm here for.

Can this really work?

Witness protection, do people start again?

Yeah.

But I'll be honest, it's... it's not easy.

What is?

It's hard... leaving the past behind.

Sometimes it's better to just look at what's in front of you.

And right now I... I see someone's drinking all my wine.

Being a smart-ass will cost you another bottle.

Worth every drop.

Lola...

You serious?

I'm sorry.

I... I better call it a night.

- Morning. - Hey.

Lola...

- I need to apologize. - No, you don't.

The line is there for a reason and I crossed it.

- Mate, you weren't even close. - I was.

After I drop you off, I'm going to speak to my commanding officer

about being reassigned.

Hey... it was just a kiss.

If people quit every time they pashed someone from work,

half the country would be out of a job.

Be no politicians left, that's for sure.

Look, please don't.

You're one of the good ones.

It won't happen again.

Debbie Campbell?

- Debbie Campbell? - That's you.

- Oh, hi. - Okay. This way.

Would you like a drink of water?

No, thank you.

As you know, from your experience, there is no cure

and there is no treatment to delay its progression.

But there is a lot we can do to control it.

The best thing you can do right now

is to be in a stable environment that is low stress.

Sorry... Stable, low stress...

Sorry.

Ah.

But have you worked hard enough to qualify for all your hours?

Time on your phone... sexting, probably.

Time talking to other workers. Time I have to take to explain things to you twice.

- It's not fair. - What've you learned here, Kirra, hm?

What guarantee do I have I won't see you back here in a couple of weeks?

A repeat client, like the rest of your family.

What the hell?

You are going to sign off on all of Kirra's outstanding hours

- and then never see her again. - Are you mental?

Yeah, I am, actually.

You see, I was in a psych ward for a really long time.

Do you want to know what I did?

Ah, ah, ah.

- Got a pen? - Good boy.

See you, Kirra.

Yep, that's right.

Yep, six weeks.

Yeah, six weeks and you'll get a text message...

A text message telling you that, um, you, uh... you need to return the survey.

So, if you can just pop it in the post, that would be... great.

- Hello? - Chelsea?

- Chelsea, it's me. - Lola! I knew that you'd call.

- You need to get out of there, okay? - Out of where?

- Out of the building? - Chelsea, it's not safe.

Wha... Are you okay?

I'm fine. Just... Just get out of there, all right?

Great. I've got my run bag and I've got a car. Where do I meet you?

- I'll call you back with a location. - Yeah. Okay.

Bonjour, Katherine Savage.

G'day, Bridget.

I missed you so much.

Yeah. Me, too.

Are you okay? Who was it? How did they find you?

Let's talk in the car, yeah?

- Whose is this? - Um, I got it from my father's house.

Doesn't your dad drive Mercs?

Uh, yeah, it's a long story. I just thought this was more our style.

- Righto. - Are you going to drive?

- What do you reckon? - Yeah.

Do you have a plan?

We get the money and get the hell out of Australia.