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

Buckley and Babbage are linked to disgraced businessman Kel Morrison.

The whereabouts of Mr. Morrison are still unknown.

They're not going to find his body.

Witness Protection... sounds so glamorous.

- This is costing me. Find my little girl. - I'll find her.

Nobody knows where Sophie is.

That Lance, he's lying.

- He was packing to go somewhere. - He manages a hotel in the sticks.

If it is Huntington's, isn't it better that you know?

There is no cure, but there is a lot we can do to control it.

One of the good ones.

Won't happen again.

- Lola! - Chelsea, it's not safe.

Where do I meet you?

- I missed you so much. - Yeah, me too.

Think Morrison compromised the program? He'd have the contacts, or Buckley did it.

- Max? - Mm.

She grabbed a knife from over here.

Stabbed him once there.

The victim stumbled here and fell.

Fits her MO, same way she murdered her husband.

I just don't see her stabbing her wit-pro officer.

You didn't see anything or anyone?

I saw Leon.

Do you think they're connected to Morrison?

Chelsea, I know as much as you do, okay?

Someone obviously wanted to kill me and Leon... got in the way.

Was he nice?

Yeah, he was nice.

- So, you said you bought clothes. - Oh, yes.

Oh, God.

- Hey, have a little trust, please. - Just tell me they're practical.

We don't need practical. We need a completely new look

to get us from point A, wherever this is, to point B,

rendezvous with Donna in Ikara Springs,

in an outfit no one will be expecting. Oh! What about this?

- Oh, you're kidding me? - What?

Did you get anything sensible? Jeans? Shirts?

It's not a smart disguise if we don't change it once in a while.

- What's happening, Max? - It's messy... and odd. I don't know.

I... There's something not right. I don't buy Buckley doing this.

- How about we find her and ask her? - You got any news on Babbage?

She's gone, too.

- Tried her father, currently unreachable. - Buckley's son?

On a fishing trawler, 400 nautical miles off the west coast of Canada.

Jesus. Well, have you put an alert out?

Well, not to the public.

Your next move is the sister up north. Air Wing is fueled and ready.

- Your wheels are up in 30 minutes. - This is...

What? Are we going the right way? I thought Ikara was due north?

Uh, yeah. It's going to take Donna a few days to get there, so I thought...

Why're we going the long way around?

'Cause the police are going to be all over the main roads. It's too risky.

- Right. - And this way, we can, um...

we can stop by Red Creek.

- Why would we do that? - 'Cause it might be where Sophie is,

Susan's daughter.

- Lola! This... - Look, we...

We wouldn't even be out if it wasn't for Susan.

- Yeah, but... - Sophie's missing.

I met her ex, Lance.

- Who? Lance? - He reminded me of Jackson, the prick.

- Lola, if we get caught... - We're not going to. I just...

We're just going to find her, make sure she's all right.

She can call Susan, then we meet Donna in Ikara Springs. Okay?

I just wish you would tell me about all these plans.

- All right. - We are partners in crime.

- Don't forget about the partners bit. - Okay.

- What are you doing? - I'm getting changed into my disguise.

- I'll pull over up here. - I'm sure I can do it.

- You don't... - I can.

His name is Leon. He has two kids. One of them just started high school.

- My sister wouldn't do this. - Yeah, I believe you.

I think you're right. There's more to the picture here.

But I can't fill in the blanks without Lola.

If I can't fill in the blanks, I can't protect her.

Donna, you clearly care a lot about your sister.

Tell me, how long do you reckon they'll last on the run?

Their picture's everywhere. They're being billed as extremely dangerous.

- They're not. Are you all right there? - I'm fine. Thanks.

Lola... didn't kill this man.

So, help me prove it.

Work with me, help me bring her in.

I'm not grassing up my own sister.

Okay.

Okay, family loyalty. I get it.

But one day, your phone's going to ring, Donna,

and it is going to be the state coroner. It'll be a very short call.

- Do you think she'll call us? - Not in a million years.

I didn't know we had a court order for a tracking device.

Want to know how they manage to stay a step ahead of us?

They don't have to wait around for a court order.

Apparently, he owns a pub along here. Criterion or something.

Oh, here. Up here. Just there.

Do you think I need my hat and my sunglasses?

- Or just my sunglasses is fine? - You're not even coming in.

- Oh. Uh, okay. - Look, I'm just going to be five minutes.

I'm going to say, "Sophie, your mom's worried about you. Give her a call."

- That's it. We're gone. - Okay. Fine, fine!

But can you at least put this on, please? Stella.

- Hey. - Hi. What would you like?

Actually, I'm looking for someone.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. Sophie Halliday. Do you know her?

I don't know her.

I think she might work here.

Uh. A lot of girls come through, stay upstairs,

move on somewhere else, you know?

Come on, Elsa. A man's not a camel.

Swedes, look good, dumb as dishwater but...

Lance Greiner owns this pub, doesn't he?

Lancey boy? No, not yet. Heir to the throne.

Thanks, love.

Has he got a girlfriend?

- Why? You applying? - No, I'm looking for someone.

Here I am. What are your other two wishes?

Sophie Halliday, do you know her?

No, but I'd like to get to know you.

I doubt that.

- Hello! Here, let me give you a hand. - Oh, that's okay. Thanks.

Are you sure? Listen. My friend and I,

- we're actually looking for somebody. - Oh, hello.

Who have we got here?

Hi!

- What can we do for you? - Oh, I'm just, um...

- Um, I'm just actually looking for work. - Yeah?

Yeah.

You're tall. You come with a step ladder?

We're always looking for workers.

- Oh, shit. - Sorry, who are you?

The owner. Lance. Lance Greiner.

- Nice to meet you. - You want to come and fill out a form?

Oh, look, I should probably...

- Um, I can just ask around. - Yeah, yeah. Come on.

- Sure. - Yeah. Come on.

Hey.

Good game?

Hang with us and find out.

Hey. Don't run away, girl!

Classy. Alliteration.

A-what?

Oh, that's about appreciating women.

- You know, female form. - Oh, that's... nice.

- Lance, could I get my pay? - Yeah, sure. Sort that out in a tick.

- Getting a new one, Lance? - If we're all lucky.

Here you are. Have a hoon on that.

Shout when you're all right. Elsa, thirsty customers.

- Yeah, but my pay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm on to it.

Nice tits.

- That's Lance. - Yeah, I know.

- Should we go? - I just want to look upstairs first.

Fine. I'll try and distract him a bit longer.

- Just be careful. - You be careful.

- Lola. - Oh, shit! What are you doing?

He thinks I'm getting my tax file number,

as if I wouldn't have memorized it. Come on, let's go.

- What are these? - I don't know.

Who are these women?

She's wearing this. This is Sophie's.

Don't keep going on about it, not in front of everyone else, okay?

Okay. It's just...

- He's coming! It's too late. - Shit!

What are you doing?

- Just get in the cupboard. - What?

Get in the cupboard.

- Shit! - You said I'd get it by Sunday.

Come on in.

Come on.

How much is it?

Uh, 200.

Come on.

Minus 100 for board.

And the glasses you broke last week.

- That was Barry. - Oh, it was on your shift.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Um, Lance, I... I probably won't stay much longer.

Sure. Once you pay me back the 1,200 you owe me from when you started,

you get your passport back... Bob's your uncle. Go anywhere you like.

You should be making money hand over fist down there.

I mean, those other girls... You're always wearing this bloody thing.

- What are you hiding? You got a tattoo? - No.

- Funny scar? - No. Come on.

Well, take it off.

You know what those meatheads are like? They need to see a bit of skin.

Take it off now.

Jeez, Elsa. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever had in here.

Once they see this, you're going to make so much money.

Well, thanks.

Hey, you can pay back a little bit of what you owe me right here right now.

Uh...

- Please. - Don't. Please don't do this.

- Ah, come on. - Don't.

- All right. - Lance.

- No. Just... - Lance, please.

- Hey, hey. - Lance, I don't want to. I...

I don't... Please.

Stop. Lance, no!

Don't. No! No!

Are you deaf?

You! What the...?

What are you going to do with that? Come on, then!

Give me those!

Run!

I got to get my stuff.

- My passport. - I've got them!

Go!

- Here, that's yours. - Thank you so much.

I can't believe you got it.

Hey, is that...?

That is him. You have to go! He's crazy. He'll kill us.

Go, go, go!

Yes, I'm trying Chelsea. Couldn't you have got a faster car?

It was this or a Mustang.

- A Mustang? - Or the Audi.

Those cars are so conspicuous. People look at them.

The fuel efficiency is terrible. We'd stop every five minutes for petrol.

I'd rather stop for petrol than a bomb that's overheating.

Just focus on getting us off this road where he can't see us.

- Any turn-offs? - Yeah, there's one.

It's coming up. Be careful. It's on the left.

Just be careful. It's really tight.

Is he still there?

Hey. Do you think that she knows who we are?

I don't know. We can't keep driving that dump tonight.

We have to find somewhere nearby to camp.

Hey, do you still have that picture of the girl you're looking for?

- Sophie? - Yeah.

Uh, it's possible I did see her at the pub.

When?

About a week ago. Lance arrived late at night with this group of girls.

I was still cleaning the bar. Lance was furious that I was still there.

He told me to get out, so I did.

Um... I came back the next morning and they were gone.

- Was it these girls? - Show me.

I don't... I don't know.

Well, do you know where he might've been taking them?

No idea.

Maybe where he took my friend, Lucie. This is my friend.

She was working at the pub when I started.

Lance said there was work up north. Big tips.

- She wanted me to go with her. - When was that?

About three weeks ago. I haven't heard from her since.

Did he say where he was taking her?

No.

I'm going to the bathroom.

- Watch your step. - Yeah, thanks.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. Yep.

Did you end up going to the doctor?

No, I didn't get a chance.

Oh, I don't mind not knowing. I don't even think about it when I'm out here.

Right.

You know, this is what I thought Australia would be like.

It mostly is.

Thank you...

for getting me out.

Lola?

Yeah.

Do you ever think about what happened in New Zealand?

I can't get it out of my head.

Pulling the trigger... watching him.

Hey... if you hadn't pulled the trigger, I'd be dead.

What do I do?

Hey. We take control of what happens next.

Okay?

I know what it's like... to do things you want to take back.

But you can't change what you did.

It's just a part of who you are now.

I don't want to be a bad person.

Get off me! No!

Mum?

Where are you going?

Lillian. Lillian!

Get away from me!

Get in there!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

- Chelsea. - What?

Did you hear that? It's a car.

Quick. Up.

Elsa, wake up.

I know you're out there.

No point hiding.

Hey, Whip.

Yeah. I just got a small problem with the passports.

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorting it out now.

Where are you?

Tareela already? How many miners?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming! I'm... I am hurrying up, but... Yeah.

Yeah, I'll grab the girls and head straight over.

Yeah, sorry. Yes.

See you.

Tom.

All right, we're on our way.

Max, what is it?

On a mountain top in New Zealand,

hikers found his body in a shallow grave. Probably not the weekend they had in mind.

We don't know they killed him. I think it's possible they're telling the truth.

- Morrison was chasing them. - He was running away when they killed him.

- How do we know that? - Ballistics report. Just read.

Shot in the back.

With a rifle taken from Buckley when she was arrested.

She killed Morrison and she killed Leon.

She's been playing us, Max, but the games stop here.

I'm deploying every resource we have and you're going back to the prison

to give Susan Carpenter a shake. We shut this down now!

- Careful. - You, too.

Thank you. Without you, I would have ended up like those other girls.

- We going to find them. - Hey, no promises.

I understand.

But if you do see Lucie, can you please tell her that I said sorry?

Yeah.

Ah, here.

Could you pay for us in there?

Keep the change.

- Uh, no, I couldn't. - Yeah, you can.

...discovery of Kel Morrison's body by two hikers...

Got to get out of here.

Chelsea!

Kel Morrison's dead.

He has been for a while now, long before your little stunt.

- So, what did Buckley pay you? - A million bucks. Check my bank account.

Okay, so, it's not money.

- What else could Lola Buckley do for you? - Is this how you fit people up, hm?

With your sweet little stories?

It looks as though Lola's murdered

her witness protection officer, but you know that, right?

Every police officer in Australia wants her blood.

So, whatever it is that she offered you, whatever it is that she promised,

she's not going to do it. She won't be able to.

But we can make you a promise.

We can make sure that you never get out of here.

You don't owe Lola anything.

You help us, we'll help you.

I don't dog, so you do your worst.

Okay.

Whatever it is between you two... we'll find it.

Good luck.

It's Susan.

- Hello. - I understand the need to run.

I really do, but...

- But you got to find my girl. - Hey, I tried, okay?

Listen, Lola.

I can get you out of the country. You and your friend, I can do that.

Lola?

Lola?

Hey!

Our faces are all over the news.

We've just got to get to Donna, okay? Once we're somewhere safe,

I'll call Susan and I'll tell her to get the police involved. They can find Sophie.

Yeah.

Pull over. Lola, pull over!

- What? - Lance's car's there. He's at the motel.

You heard what she said?

If we find Sophie, Susan can get us out of the country.

Maybe Sophie's in that room.

Yeah, maybe.

What do we do? We need to get in there.

This cleaning crap's got to be good for something.

Housekeeping!

Housekeeping!

Go away!

- You all right there? - Uh, just housekeeping.

- Need anything? - No.

Shut the bloody door!

Don't open it unless it's me.

- Did you see her face? - Yeah.

- I don't need housekeeping. - Hey, are you all right?

Uh, no, no, no!

- We'll just be a couple of minutes. - You can't come in here.

- We're changing the sheets. - You can't be in here.

Look, we're looking for Sophie Halliday. Do you know her?

This is you, isn't it? May?

May Makinen?

May, we can help you.

Here.

I don't need your help.

Look, if you're in trouble, if Lance is threatening you,

we could... we could take you to a police station.

- They can help you. - They can't help.

Holy shit! You just barge in on people?

Oh, uh, just doing a bit of clean. Didn't know you were busy.

You don't worry about privacy, do you?

Uh, yeah, well, we'll come back later. Sorry!

No, wait a sec! You got any of those little soaps?

- No. Sorry. - Not today!

What's the hurry, ladies?

Well, if it isn't Australia's most wanted.

There's seven passports, seven women.

- Why were their passports taken? - They're fake.

- They're trying to pass themselves off... - As 22-year-old backpackers?

Hey, boss. She's got a point. Have a look at these.

Come on. Just log them in evidence. Yeah, okay, away you go.

Log the fact that your boss is part of it!

- Just keep telling your story. - You pig!

In news just to hand, criminals Lola Buckley

and Chelsea Babbage have been arrested in the town

of Boulder Ridge in South Australia.

This welcome breakthrough for police comes as public and media scrutiny

over their failed pursuit, has reached a new high.

The two women, both on remand for a string of offenses,

including Buckley on a homicide charge for the death of her husband,

has sparked a nationwide police hunt in recent days.

They're expected to be extradited back to New South Wales

on a new set of charges.

That town doesn't even have an air strip.

This one's over, Max. Go get a beer.

- I'll drive. - It's done, Max. We got them.

No. No, I am bringing them in this time.

I'll be there for the bail hearing.

That's a ten-hour drive!

Mate, you cannot be here.

You arrested them? Are you retarded?

Hey, that's the country's biggest crims. So, now I'm the smartest cop in Australia.

No, Warren, you're the dumbest. Where are the passports?

They're evidence.

- Get 'em out of evidence! - I can't do that.

Listen, if those passports lead back to me, I'm screwed.

And if I'm screwed, you're screwed.

I'll get them, okay?

- I'll bring them right to you. - Do not stuff this up.

Hey, uh... listen, mate. Why don't you, uh...

Why don't you go home? I'll take this shift.

I've only just started logging the evidence.

- Did you upload anything to the database? - No.

- I thought I'd get everything processed... - I'll do that.

You sure? You haven't worked the night shift in a year.

No, I should be the one who's here in the morning

when the Ds arrive, so... away you go.

- You can have the night off. - Yeah.

- I'll be fine, mate. Don't worry. - Okay.

Yep.

- See you around. - All right.

Go on, say it.

Told you so.

It's my fault, I made us stop at the motel.

Didn't get very far, did we?

You still could.

What?

We need to be realistic.

After this bail hearing, they're going to separate us.

- We need to get our story straight now. - What? What story?

I'm going to confess.

I don't have a previous murder charge hanging over me, no offense.

I... I come from a good background, again no offense,

and it's my word against Morrison's,

who's in no position to say anything right now, so...

- You'd still get prison. - It's not up for discussion.

- This is what I'm doing. - No, it's not.

They're going to blame me for Leon anyway. I'll say it was me

- and I just dragged you along. - Well, that's not fair either.

Besides... I won't give my father the satisfaction.

So, you'd plead guilty to murder to piss your father off?

Yes.

Plus, it's the truth. I killed him.

You didn't.

Hey.

We'll find another way.

We will.

- Morning! - How you going?

Here to extradite the prisoners back to New South Wales.

Great, yeah. They're at the back.

Let me just, uh...

Uh... Um...

It says on the, uh, transfer notice that Maxine Middleton...

Yeah, delayed. She's in my unit.

Okay, uh, so...

You're the bloke that finally caught 'em, eh?

Well, yeah, you know, had a bit of luck.

Well, show us the catch, then.

Uh, yeah, mate. Sorry. Of course.

Just, uh, come on through. Sorry it's a bit of a mess.

Young fella keeps leaving his shit everywhere.

They're feisty.

They were feisty... before.

Did this numpty show you the passports?

Passports?

No, they had passports on 'em, but I still have to process 'em.

- A group of women have been kidnapped. - Anyway...

They're in a motel, the Opal Motel in town. He's involved!

- We caught him with his pants down! - Yeah, settle down. He's not an idiot.

- Let's get those transfer papers sorted. - Yeah.

Please look into those women! They're in trouble! You...

Pretty big deal for me, this arrest.

You did well, sir. You got those evidence bags?

I mean, just saying, it would be...

good for the right people to hear about it, you know?

Yeah, I'll put a word in for you. Uh, cell keys.

I mean, nothing this big's ever come through here before. That's all.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah. I know what you mean, buddy.

I can pretty much guarantee you will get a Christmas card

from the Sydney office this year. You got the keys, then?

Now I feel you're just taking the piss.

No, I'll definitely need them.

Unless there's another way to open that jail cell up.

Right.

Smart-arse Sydney cop, eh?

I'll take those passports while you're there.

- Like I said, I haven't processed them. - And now you don't have to.

Keys.

You know what?

I might just call the Adelaide office. Just check they're across it all,

transfer and everything.

Suit yourself.

Maybe I will.

What?

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Ready, ladies?