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We're not going to get caught. We're just going to try and find her.

She can call Susan. We'll meet Donna in Ikara Springs.

- Lance... Lance Greiner. - Nice to meet you.

Who are these women?

Sophie Halliday, do you know her?

- It's possible that I saw her at the pub. - When?

- About a week ago. - Do you know where he was taking 'em?

Give me those!

Go!

You got to find my girl.

- Hey, I tried, okay? - I can get you out of the country.

- Lola, pull over! - Housekeeping!

Go away!

This is you, isn't it? May Makinen?

May, we can help you.

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

It's done, Max. We got them.

I am bringing them in. I'll be there for the bail hearing.

There's seven passports, seven women. Why were their passports taken?

Listen, if the passports lead back to me, I'm screwed!

Here to extradite the prisoners to New South Wales.

Says on the, uh, transfer notice a Maxine Middleton?

- Delayed. She's in my unit. - I might call the Adelaide office.

Ready, ladies?

Warren? Rabbit, mate!

Going a little fast.

I need to get you two out of town as quickly as possible.

We have reason to believe someone's after you both.

No shit, Sherlock.

There's a rumor going round there's a big stash

of Kel Morrison's drug money still out there and you two know where it is.

We think that's what the killer was after.

- We don't know anything about any money. - That's a shame.

Could really help your case.

Two million dollars back in the public coffers...

certainly lighten the judge's mood.

Hell of a lot of prison time on the cards for you both.

The money wasn't in the safe house.

We think you might have it stashed somewhere.

Where's the money, Lola?

You killed Leon.

I'm guessing we got a long drive ahead.

It'd be good if we could work together.

Tell me where we're going.

Tell me or I promise you, I will put a hole in this kneecap right here.

Huh?

Where's the money?

Where are the passports?

Where are they?

Where are the passports?

Where are the passports?

- You two, if I see you again, I'll... - Hey!

- Hey! Let us out! - Hey!

- Let us out! - What are you looking at?

- Get the keys. In his top pocket. - Okay.

Oh! Hey! Get off me!

Get out the way!

Come on.

There we go.

Where do we go now?

Let's get back to the motel.

- D'you think the girls are still in there? - Chelsea, we can't.

Don't fall for Buckley's bullshit.

We sign them out and drive them back into custody.

Yes, boss.

And can you leave those chips in the car?

My God.

This bloke said he was here to extradite Buckley and Babbage.

Okay, but I had the transfer papers, and you were to deal with me!

- Only me! - I know, which is why I called to check.

God... Where is the hard drive for that?

Well, can you see what you can retrieve?

- What name did he give? - I don't think he gave a name.

- Can you give us a description? - Yep. Yeah, uh...

He was Caucasian.

- Uh, 50-ish. Buzz cut. - Okay, you're describing half the force.

Yeah.

Oh, his breath smelled funny.

- His breath smelled funny? - Yeah.

Sergeant, can you please just cast your mind back

to when you actually gave a rat's arse about being a good policeman

and give me something to go on here?

Uh, he took the evidence bag with the passports.

- What passports? - Let's stay on message.

No, what passports?

Buckley and Babbage had seven women's passports with them.

They seemed to think something shonky was going down at the Blue Opal Motel.

- That's where Rabbit ran into 'em. - Who... Who's Rabbit?

Uh, Rabbit. Warren. It's...

- Who? What? - Sergeant Miller.

- Oh. What were you doing there? - Noise complaint.

- They were looking for a Sophie Halliday. - Who's Sophie Halliday?

Uh, just an old school friend maybe.

I ran her name through the database. She hasn't got form.

- Detective. - Yes!

McKaw.

- Tom. - What the hell?

Will you... tell me this isn't bloody happening?

We got Susie on the line...

...wonderful what happened in Boulder Ridge.

- With Buckley and Babbage? - What else would I be talking about?

- It's bloody marvelous. - Hang on.

You're not concerned that their escape is a drain on resources?

No way! No, look, okay. They're obviously innocent.

They've been pushed around by crooked cops. Who knows?

Boulder Ridge police certainly have egg on their face.

Go on it, Lil.

I reckon those cops are shifty as.

This Lola and Chelsea are telling them where to stick it,

and I honestly hope to God that they get out of Australia okay...

- Any sign of those passports? - No, nothing. Aprons.

- Some sort of disguise. - What?

- Definitely police-issue radio. - Looks like he loves his licorice.

Strong-smelling stuff.

Detective! The witness said the guy was looking for a car.

He directed him to Jim's Panel Beating. I can take you there.

Shall we check it out? Max?

No, no. I'll find it. You, um...

You stay here and finish up.

Stop! Out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Hands in the air!

Get away from the car!

Oh, no. Do not do that, Max. I will take you down with me.

Your mate, Tom McKaw, will be interested to find out you're one of the dirty cops...

That is such bullshit.

Don't get holier than thou with me. How's the in-ground pool?

Still enjoying the spa?

We had some good years, you and me.

It's good to see you, Max.

I said, get away from the car. Why'd you take those women?

For Morrison's money?

You killed Buckley's wit-pro officer.

You and me are so fucked, Max.

There's no you and me, Brady. You and me are not the same.

You want half?

There should be over $2 million there.

Will you play this differently?

We bring in Buckley and Babbage legitimately. It'll mean...

- Wipe the slate clean? Redeem ourselves? - You think about it.

You hand in that money, Internal Affairs will stop sniffing around. It'll...

Internal Affairs do not stop sniffing.

I'm looking at 20 years.

Come...

Keep away from those women!

Do you think there's such a thing as an honest police officer?

- Not many. - We handed over those passports.

What did the police do? They were never going to follow it up.

- No. - Here.

Ta.

- I'll see if there's a mine in Tareela. - I'm sorry, what?

- That's where Lance said he was headed. - Have you lost your mind?

So, we just forget what we've seen?

Chelsea, we can't help them.

We can barely help ourselves right now.

Just forget it.

Hey.

- How'd you go at the panel beaters? - He never showed up.

I think he sold us a dummy to try and buy himself time.

- Anywhere else he took the car... - Any lead on what they were doing here?

Couple of hotel guests said they saw 'em dressed up as housekeeping.

Right, okay.

Oh, what about those passports and that Sophie Halliday they mentioned?

No lead on Sophie, but Buckley and Babbage need new IDs to get out the country.

- Maybe there's a connection. - Yeah, maybe.

Hey. The place next door's got footage of the motel exterior.

It's a clear picture of cars coming and going. We've got their plate, detectives.

Come on.

Lola Buckley and Chelsea Babbage escaped from police custody

in Boulder Ridge, South Australia, this morning.

They are believed to be traveling west of Boulder Ridge

in a 1990 Ford Falcon station wagon.

Police warn the public not to approach the women,

but to ring Crimestoppers immediately with any information.

Shit.

In other news, the All Ordinaries Index has jumped 2% since the markets saw a...

Careful. I've still got whiplash. What are you doing?

I've got to get off the main road.

Right. Dalrymple's about 12 ks away.

What? We're just going to dump the car here?

Well, you heard what they said. Police know our rough location.

Anyone spots this car and we're stuffed.

We're gonna walk?

Chelsea, I realize bush-walking's not your thing.

It's not not my thing. It's just...

Okay, well, it's not my thing, but whose thing would be walking through that?

Have you got a better idea? We need to keep off the main roads.

But don't you think...?

What I think is you should've worn sensible shoes.

They're quite comfortable, thank you.

12 ks isn't that far. There's bound to be a farmhouse nearby.

We just need to find another car and keep moving.

What?

This is stupid.

Hey. Come on! We've walked further before.

Doesn't look too bad, actually.

Jonesy? It's Brades.

Mate, I've just come back from holidays. You guys have got this hunt going on.

I'm in the area. I thought an extra pair of eyes might help.

Oh?

Where was the last sighting?

Oh, yeah? I'll check it out.

No, don't tell anyone. If I find them, you'll hear about it.

You said there was going to be a farmhouse somewhere.

- Maybe we should take a break. - It's fine. I can keep going.

- Yeah, well, I need a rest, so... - Yeah, sure.

Oh, God.

- Here. Have a drink. - No, we should save it.

Have a drink. We've been out in the sun for ages.

You okay?

Yep.

You know my witness-protection officer, um, she was really big on protocol.

She made me call her Detective, even though we lived together.

What about Leon?

What about Leon?

- It just feels like... - Like what?

I liked him?

Feel it's my fault he's dead? I don't know, maybe!

We need to keep moving.

Oh, God.

- Come on. - Ow.

Ow. Ow.

Need... water.

Ow!

- Oh, shit. - What?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone home?

- Can you get me some water? - Yeah.

We need to look for food and then keep moving.

- Yeah. - Hey!

Um, hi. Sorry, we didn't know anyone was home. Um...

We just needed to get some water. We're really thirsty.

We can... We can pay you for it. We'll pay you for it.

Do you live here?

Look, we... we can just go.

Oh, Jesus.

- Got some lives ones today, Wayne? - Hey, our car just broke down.

Yeah, right.

- We wanted some... - Both of you! In the bathroom!

- We can... - We can just...

- Now! - We... We just...

No, no. We don't want any trouble.

Please. We just... No! Can you just let us go?

Shit.

Morning.

Okay, is that...

- How's the tracking, mate? - Well, you know, it's a bit quiet.

Detective Senior Sergeant Mark Stephens, New South Wales, CIB.

All right. Senior Constable Bill Knight. Dalrymple.

Dalrymple. Well, you're just the bloke I need.

We're thinking of going house-to-house. Is there anything on this side of town?

There's just one farmhouse. It's way out in the middle of nowhere.

Couple of cousins live there. Between you and me, they're batshit crazy.

- He's away with the fairies... - Got it.

Leave it with me, Senior. I'll take care of it.

- Maybe I'm going to take these shoes. - Oh? Thought the other ones were comfy.

Huh.

She's coming. She's coming.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Lot of cops in town. Don't suppose you know why, do you?

No.

Yes. There was a holdup at the service station in Boulder Ridge,

and this old lady got shot, and we saw the whole thing. We were the witnesses.

- They saw us and then we had to run. - No bullshit! You think I'm stupid?

- Time to call the cops, I reckon. - Please, it's true!

Listen, please don't call the police. Please don't call the police!

My name's Lola Buckley and this is Chelsea Babbage.

We're wanted for murder.

But I promise you... we're not the women they say we are.

We're just ordinary people that met at a bus stop.

We're not dangerous... but we are in danger.

If you don't help us, we're probably gonna die.

What're you going to do with that?

Okay, in you get.

What? No. Lola?

There's roadblocks. I'm not getting past 'em with you in the back seat.

Is that manure?

- No. This is not happening, sorry. - Chelsea.

No. You have to shoot me if you want me in there.

You want my help or what?

Yeah. Get in.

Get in.

- Oh! Oh, thank God! - Come on.

I think I'm about to pass out.

That's the worst thing I've ever smelt in my life.

But, oh...

Is that yours?

Mayor owns it.

He's a moron. Hides his keys where anyone can find them.

Cool. I bags first shower.

Oh.

- Donna? - Lil? Lil, thank God.

I didn't know what was going on. You all right?

We're fine.

But listen, someone's after that thing

that me and Chelsea need, so keep your head down. Don't talk to anyone.

I won't.

Plan's still the same. Look, I got to go so take care, yeah?

You, too.

I'll see you soon.

Ah. Thanks for that. You mind if I, um, take the SIM in the...

Keep it. I only use it for emergencies.

You seem to have more of 'em than I do.

Thanks.

- Tell me this is good news. - It is.

That Sophie Halliday that Buckley was looking for,

turns out she's Sophie Carpenter.

- As in Susan Carpenter? - As in her daughter. There's not much.

SA Police picked her up a year ago for shoplifting and possession.

Then six months later for trespassing, looks like she was sleeping rough.

I'll send someone over to Susan Carpenter now.

No, you leave her to me. I want to do this one.

I'll fly back tomorrow. Hamish, we need flights...

We think Buckley made contact with her sister. Donna Walsh received a call.

Pinged off a tower 15 ks east of Dalrymple. Must be her, right?

- You been in touch with the roadblocks? - Yeah, but no sign yet.

Hey. What's around the river here?

- Uh, a jetty, couple of houseboats. - You still want those flights, Max?

How about the water police?

Easy, easy.

I didn't mean to scare you, mate. No.

But I also think I'm not the first visitor here today, yeah? Two women?

I'm going to take that as a yes.

Where'd they go?

Cooking dinner?

What've you got? Chicken noodles. Yum!

Yum.

Oh.

Look at that.

Huh!

Have a seat.

I really need you to sit in the chair.

Sit down.

Now, you live here with your cousin, don't you? Where is she?

I hope she is not with those two other women.

You know they're both wanted for murder?

If she is helping them, she could be in grave danger.

So, I am going to ask you just one more time

and I really hope you can find your voice...

where are they?

It's beautiful out here.

You mind if I sit?

Thanks for helping us out.

You really topped people?

No.

Well, except for my husband, but he deserved it.

It was him or me and I was pregnant, so...

- Want to get a glass? - Bottle's fine.

- Thanks. - It's top shelf.

It's good.

You reckon people are born bad?

You a Catholic? Who told you that?

My mum used to say my dad was a bad seed.

And the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Your mum still alive?

Yeah.

She took off when I was a kid. Haven't seen her for years.

How does she know what you are and are not?

I reckon people are just born.

It's up to you after that.

I don't know.

You seem all right to me.

How's your mate?

- Chelsea? - Mm.

She's in her element. Used up all the hot water and found the cashmere.

She was born with a silver spoon, that one.

But I wouldn't have made it this far without her.

She's a good girl.

Hello!

- Morning. - What's up?

- This is a nice houseboat. - Thanks.

You don't look like Mayor Hardy. This boat's registered to him.

How do you know he's not my uncle?

Why would I hang out with a couple of crooks?

You have a stolen boat, ma'am.

It's not stealing... not if you take it back every time.

Should we hand her over to the locals?

Where is she?

Your fella's knot come undone.

Shit!

Chelsea, can't you go any faster?

I'm paddling faster than you.

- Hey! You're turning it! - What?

- You're turning it. - I'm not.

Yes, you are. We need to go in a straight line. Okay?

- Chelsea, straight! - I'm trying.

Requesting urgent backup at Begley Road Boat Ramp.

Copy that.

Who's that?

- Hey, Chelsea! - What?

- What do you think you're doing? - Hey!

We need five minutes. It's an emergency.

- No! Get out - Five minutes!

We need to go right now!

- Five minutes! - Move!

- Wha... - Run away!

Okay, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get in the back of the car

and you are going to drive us to the money.

No!

You may be thinking I can't kill you.

But I can put a lot of holes in you before your mouth stops working.

Are we clear?

Thank you.

Get off!

Stop it!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Think I ran over his foot. Oh, shit.

You must be getting pretty desperate.

You can't get your hands on her, can you?

Sophie Halliday.

That's your daughter, right?

Buckley went to Red Creek and then to Boulder Ridge, looking for your kid.

That was the deal, wasn't it?

I mean, she could've just tried to get out of the country.

You know, it looks as though Sophie's got herself into a bit of trouble.

Now, that can't be easy for you to hear,

but it does make sense why you were so desperate for someone to check in on her.

Susan, even if Buckley finds Sophie,

do you really reckon that she's in any position to help her?

No.

See, I just think that you got the bad end of the deal here.

You pricks are so full of shit.

Your bail just got denied, right?

So, it's gonna be a bit tricky for you to help her in here.

But if you could bring us Buckley, I think we could come to some arrangement.

Okay, number cruncher,

how many hours do you reckon before we get to Donna in Ikara Springs?

Assuming we're traveling at 104 kilometers an hour.

As opposed to...

- And slowing down for towns. - You think I'm selfish, don't you?

- What? What? - Just because I was born with money

- doesn't mean I don't care about people. - Where's this come from?

It was me who wanted to help Lucie and May and Sabine...

- I know that. - I wanted to go back and check on them.

- I know that, too. - Who's going to look after them now?

Do you even care?

- Of course I care. - What are we going to do about it?

- Well... - Can you sleep at night?

I'm going to be having nightmares

about that fat man rubbing himself all over poor May.

- Did you see the bruises on her body? - Yes. I saw the bruises!

We're gonna get caught. This could be our last chance

- to actually do something important. - Yes. All right.

We can't never get involved. Otherwise, what's the point?

Yes, you're right, Chelsea!

What?

I said you're right.

- Could you say that one more time? - See if there's a bloody map in this car.

- Really? - I don't know the way to Tareela mine.

Do you?

That's the same truck that was at the motel.

I know that, Chelsea.

- There's Lance. What's he doing? - I don't know. I'm not a lip reader.

What's he giving him?

Where's he going now?

What? Oh, God.

Why do you always do this?

Do you think he's going where the girls are?

- The girls have got to be here somewhere. - Hey! Look. Over there!

- Stay here. Keep watch. - Okay!

Yes.

Sophie?

Sophie?

- Hey, that woman, she's here. - Hey! Hey!

What are you doing here?

- What's wrong with her? - She's fine. You need to go.

What's going on?

Come on, come on, come on.

All right, mate. We got something...

Shit. Oh, shit, oh, shit... Shit, shit, shit...

- We need to get her out of here, okay? - No, no.

What's your name? I'm gonna help you, okay? I'm gonna help.

Lola!

- I'm going to help her. - Lola?

- I'm getting her out. - No.

Come with me. I'm going to help you. What's your name?

- You can't. She's fine, okay? - Lola?

Lola?

- May, hi. - Hi.

- What? - I need to get Lance.

What? No, you can't! Please. Lola!

No, please, we're just trying to help you.

He's coming.

What's he doing?

What, the door!