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Where's the money, Lola?

You killed Leon.

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

That is such bullshit.

Keep away from those women!

It looks as though Sophie's gotten herself into trouble.

You find my little girl.

We'll try and find her, make sure she's all right.

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

Lil, thank God. I didn't know what was going on.

Someone's after that thing me and Chelsea need.

Keep your head down. Don't talk to anyone.

Your bail just got denied, but if you could bring us Buckley,

I think that we could come to some arrangement.

A group of women have been kidnapped. May? May Makinen?

- Girls have got to be here somewhere. - Look over there!

- Sophie? - What are you doing here?

- I need to get Lance. - No, you can't. Please. Lola!

Please. We're trying to help you.

What... the door!

Lance! Lance!

- Lance! Lance! - Hey! Hey!

- What are you doing? Please don't do this! - No! No!

- May, they could help us to get free. - No...

- We can help you. We can help you. - I don't want to do this anymore.

- No, no, no. Two months. Two more months. - Two months, and then what?

You're Lucie, aren't you?

- We helped Elsa. She's safe now. - Leave her alone.

She doesn't need your help.

- What? - I want to go home.

Not entitled to any assistance.

Or family income. The government provides very little...

Donna sure is a stickler for the speed limit.

Mm-hm.

Buckley's mother's Margret Lancer.

She goes by Peg. She had a stroke a couple of months ago.

She's in a nursing home outside Adelaide. Make sure someone's at home.

Already on it, Max. I've got two officers rotating shifts.

But, according to staff, Buckley has never even visited.

No big surprise. She walked out on them when they were kids.

Lola and Donna practically raised themselves.

I get the feeling those two would walk over broken glass for each other.

Renowned fugitives Chelsea Babbage and Lola Buckley's latest escape

has plunged an already embarrassed police force into a new crisis,

as critics ask, how high will the body count go this time?

Details tonight at six. In sport and yester...

It's pressure points. I used to do it...

I used to do it for my mom when she was sick. It helps headaches.

- Where are we going? - Back to the house.

- We are finished for today. - But tomorrow we start again.

- You do this every day? - Not by choice, obviously.

It's Whip's idea.

So, Whip's the boss.

After two months, we will leave. We will take our money and go.

He's not going to let you go, May.

He can't risk you going to the police. He is never letting you go.

And the money, you're not gonna see it.

He will pay us when our two months are up.

You keep telling yourself that. You keep telling yourself this is okay.

What you're being forced to do, it is not okay.

Listen, if you don't want to help, that's fine.

We'll hide in here and once you're off the truck,

we'll go. All right? No one needs to know.

May, please...

I'll get the girls.

Check your bloody gears.

May... don't tell him. You know what Lance will do to them.

Home, sweet home! Out you get.

That's it. Come on.

- Shh. - There. Rattle your dags.

Good work today, ladies.

A lot of happy customers. Get 'em inside, mate.

- Did he... did he just lock us in? - Shit.

- Tom. - Susan Carpenter is out of prison.

The judge signed off on her bail, but he wasn't happy.

Can't say I blame him. It's unorthodox.

- So where is she now? - A motel back in Adelaide.

An officer's watching her full-time.

His name is Harris. I'll text you his number now.

Any sign of trouble, she is straight back inside.

Yeah. I understand.

You know the risks we're taking here, Max.

If this backfires, we'll all look like fools.

Yeah, I know Tom. I understand.

Good.

- Harris. - It's Middleton. Put her on.

It's Detective Middleton.

Yep.

Susan, I trust that you've settled in, you have everything you need.

Suppose a massage out of the question.

We've set up a phone with that number you gave us.

When Buckley calls, she'll be tracked and recorded.

Lola will call as soon as she's finds my Sophie.

When she does, you find out details of where she is and where she's headed.

I know the deal.

Susan, you better hope that she calls.

She will.

When she tells me where Sophie is, then I get to see her.

Well, Buckley first, then we'll talk about you seeing your daughter.

I'll be in touch.

Yep.

I hear you, Detective.

Mm. No, I understand.

Thank you.

Here you are.

That's a strong grip, Officer Harris.

I thought my prison cell was bad.

Yeah.

No, I don't want that anywhere near me. I don't know where it's been.

You know exactly where it's been, Chelsea.

Why isn't this rubbing in properly?

That's not hand sanitizer, is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Ugh.

Ugh!

Ugh!

This horrible place! These poor girls!

What are they going to...

I mean, what...

You're shaking.

I'm just cold.

Give me that.

Disgusting.

Mum?

Where are you going?

- Stop! No! - Lillian, what are you doing?

What are you doing? Lillian!

Mum, let go! I hate you!

- Let me go! - Stop it.

- Please. - Get in there!

- Get in there! - Mum!

Mummy! Please!

Don't! Let me out!

Lil... Lil, it's me.

Chelsea, wake up.

- Quick, I need your help. - Okay.

Bolted down.

- Okay. - Come on. I'll lift you.

- All right. You sure about this? - Ready. Yes.

One, two, three!

Okay, you got it?

- Almost! - Can you open it?

- Yeah, I'm trying! - Oh. Ow! Hurry up!

- Okay, I've got it! I've got it! - Oh!

- Push me up higher. - I'm trying! You're not exactly light!

What are you saying?

- Push me up! Oh, my God! Yeah! - Get your foot out of... Ow!

- Oh! - You all right?

Yeah. Oh.

Okay.

Okay.

- It's not going to work, Chelsea. - I'm not going to leave you in here.

- Just go and find the keys and come back. - Keys?

- I'll be all right. - Okay. Okay. I'll just be a minute, okay?

Oh, God. Okay.

Okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Now turn.

Digga, you better not be cheating again. Hey!

I'm giving orders.

You made your mind up!

We all did! We have to live with it.

Hey.

- Hey. - What are you still doing here?

We got locked in. Lola's still in there. We need the keys to the truck.

- Hey, it's too risky. - Please, please. Please help us.

Please. Please help me, please.

This is... Damn it.

This is bullshit.

- Where's that bazooka? - You need a cheat code.

Where'd you... Don't put in a cheat code.

What? I was at 18% just before.

- Bastard. - The keys are on the coffee table.

That is why. Where's that launcher?

- Lance. - Eh?

- The water is not hot. - Huh?

In the shower. Like yesterday, it's freezing again.

What d'you think this is, a bloody four-star hotel resort? Get out of here!

- I keep coughing. - I don't care. I'm busy.

It's phlegm. Show him your tongue.

I don't want to look. It's like a cat's arsehole. Get out of here.

- Lance! - We could all get sick.

- Clear off! Put some pants on. - We could all get sick, Lance.

- Go talk to Whip. - No, no...

You two, cough over there. Respawn. Disgusting.

You were shooting while they were talking.

Hey, get me another coffee, would you? Two sugars.

Please, Mummy, please!

- No.

Mum, please!

Lil... Lil. It's me... Donna.

Chelsea?

- You all right? - Yeah.

You're okay. You're okay.

Yeah.

- Come on. I think I found Sophie. - Where?

Come on.

They're out the back. Come on. Come on.

Round the edge.

Is that her?

- Sophie. - What? Who the hell are you?

You're Sophie Halliday? We've been looking for you. Your mother sent us to find you.

How do you know my mum?

- We met her in prison. - We'll explain later. We need to go.

- How did you find me? - We stowed away on the truck.

- I'll tell you later. Can we just go? - Hide.

- Hey, Lance! - Yeah.

- Baby, look who I found. - Hey.

You! Stupid bitches!

You know them?

What do you want? What are you doing here?

- You brought them. - Huh?

In the back of the truck with the girls, you drove them right in.

What? Come on, Whip. How was I to know?

- Whip? What? - You're Whip?

- Ow. - You're not in danger, are you?

What? You think I was some little girl in trouble?

No, sweetheart, I am the trouble.

They must have got in at Tareela.

And you... little bitch.

- Hey! Stop it! - Sit down!

"Oh, the water's cold! Lance, we're sick."

Look, this has got nothing to do them. Your mother sent us to find you.

Bloody Susan, always sniffing around! Now she knows where we are!

- She's in prison. She doesn't know shit. - She knows what you're up to.

Does she?

- Does she what? - Know what I'm up to?

Listen, you're in over your head. Let us leave with these women. This can be over.

- What, so you can run to the cops? - We're not going to tell anybody.

- We're on the run. - From who? Your manicurist?

- We want to get out of here. - That is so not going to happen.

- Your mother told me if I found you... - Told you what?

That she loves me? That she misses me? That I'm so helpless and frail,

and that she's really, really sorry for what a crap mama she was?

- Wow. She's actually worried about you. - Bullshit. She never cared about me.

Don't listen to 'em, babe. Your mom just wants in on this.

Yeah? She knows we're on to something good. We don't need her, okay?

All right, she's only happy when you're under her thumb.

- If your mother could see you now... - Shut up!

- Lock 'em in the kennel, babe. - Digga, go put 'em in their room.

I'll deal with them later.

- Move! - You two, come with me.

You know, it doesn't have to be this way.

Back in my pub, you said you wanted a job.

- Well, obviously I don't. - Yeah, well, it's not out of the question.

Good-looking girl like you, make a lot of money

- in the back on my truck. - Ow.

- Yeah? How much? - How does 1,000 bucks a week sound?

- Ow. - Pretty good. What about my friend?

- How much could she make? - What?

Hey, don't sell yourself short, love.

You'd be surprised how popular the older women are.

Some of these young boys don't know what they're up to and need a helping hand.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah, okay, I don't think your girlfriend likes us, though, so...

- What? Who do you think's the boss here? - I don't know.

- I'm the boss around here! - Yeah?

And what... what would be expected to do?

Whatever you feel comfortable with.

Except if they want to pay extra... well, then I got to insist.

Ow!

Hit him!

Chelsea, the truck!

You deserve that. You deserve a lot more, but we're turning over a new leaf.

Quick!

Ah! Start, you bastard!

Quick!

Baby!

- You okay? - Digga!

Can't this thing go any faster?

It's a 20-ton truck.

What's she doing?

Hm.

- Stay here. - That's what I do, Max.

God. Got to be kidding me.

Love, sorry...

Have you got any, uh, spare loo paper in there? I've run out.

Yep.

Thanks. I've been busting since Mount Isa.

What was in the bag?

I don't know.

- Did you see anything? - No.

- Stop the truck! Pull over! - What? What?

Stop the truck! You have to pull over!

- What? - We have to go back.

- We can't leave them there. - What?

- We have to back for the girls. - We only just got out of there

and they've got a gun.

We can't go back, okay?

The next town that we go through, we'll drop the truck, call the police,

and... we'll tell them that the girls are there, okay?

- You promise? - Yes, I promise.

Just calm down. We're going to help them. We just...

Is that a police car?

Oh, shit.

- Did he see us? - I don't know.

Oh, shit.

- Drive! Drive! - Shit.

- I can't outrun them in this! - You have to drive!

- What do we do? - Get in the back. Just get in the back.

- What? - They're looking for two of us. Hurry up.

Why do... Why do I always have to do this?

Shit.

- There's something crawling in here. - Shut up!

Chelsea, shut up.

- Morning. - Morning.

- Take the sunglasses off, please. - Sorry?

- Take the sunglasses off. - Righto.

- Everything all right? You pulled over? - Yeah.

No, it's good, thanks.

- Yeah. Truck's okay? - Yeah, no.

I, uh, had a problem with the heater and I, um... It's fixed now.

- I'll be taking off soon. - Ah.

Good to hear. We're doing spot checks on trucks working in the area.

I figure while you're pulled over, we'll give this the once over. You mind?

No, go for it.

You mind if I look in the cabin?

- Pull it back, please. - Sorry?

The blanket. Can you pull the blanket back?

Now.

Um... Uh...

Bridget Poussin... A French exchange student.

Get out of the truck, please, Chelsea.

You too, Lola. Now, let's not do anything to get anyone hurt.

No.

KQ, this is 057, do you receive?

It was really dusty. I'm sorry.

Please. Please!

Their names are Lance Greiner and Sophie Halliday.

- They're running a sex-slave operation - Once we have secure you at the station,

- I'll look into it. - They're in a junkyard on Mill Road.

- Okay, I'll call it in. - Don't bother, Chels.

What?

Wha... What's happening?

Come on.

Is this... Is this it?

Get out.

Down to the water.

Where's the money, Lola?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Oh! No. Please.

- One more word. - Please, please.

You're making this harder than it needs to be. Where's the money?

Just tell him. Just tell him.

- Just please tell him. - It's in a locker.

A locker in North Queensland.

Bullshit. Try again.

- Three. - No, please.

- Two. - Lola, just...

- One. - Her sister!

- Her sister is bringing it to us! - No. Chelsea.

Where's the drop?

It's... It's in Ikara Springs, outside a caf� on the main road.

I promise.

See, I believe her.

It didn't need to be this hard. Let's go.

What?

- How does it happen? - Chelsea.

No, I want to know how you just kill...

How do you just kill somebody, like you're going to the shops to buy milk?

Chelsea, don't.

Why don't you ask your friend? She's killed a lot of people.

Killed her ex. Killed Morrison. You don't see her crying about it.

Actually, I killed Morrison.

And I have cried about it, a lot.

I still go over it, wondering if there was something else that I could have done.

Oh, I can guarantee you, if Morrison had come out on top,

he wouldn't give you a second thought.

Like you?

There's always been money in doing things other people don't want to.

You just got to have the stomach for it.

Maxine. We were just talking about you in a roundabout way.

You've got them, haven't you? What did you do to the officer?

- He never made it back to the station. - He shot him!

Lola, Chelsea, are you okay?

He's going to kill us, too!

They think you're going to be the one to save 'em, Maxie.

I'm sorry, ladies. I have worked with Maxie a lot and her best skill

is looking the other way while she counts her cut.

- Lola, are you in a black SUV? - Yes! Yes, we're heading north!

Nice talking to you, Maxine. Goodbye.

Shit!

Max!

Once we get to my sister, the money's yours.

I know.

- No one needs to get hurt, okay? - Yeah, so long as things go my way.

But if they don't...

I think a lot of people are going to get hurt.

It's so dark.

You know why it's dark? It's... It's because we're in a secret cave.

We found it on the beach and decided to go in.

We're the only ones who know about it.

It's our cave.

It's beautiful and... and warm and it's safe.

Don't leave me here.

Nature calls.

Don't go anywhere.

Lola, his phone. We could call the police.

- He is the police. - Oh, yeah.

Well, we could warn Donna.

Hey, hey. Hey. Look. Take your shoes off.

- What? - Your legs are longer than mine.

- You can reach it with your feet. - I'm... Oh.

- Take 'em off. - No, I'm not going to take my shoes off.

Why not?

Because I've had these socks on for a really long time...

- Chelsea, take 'em off. - Okay.

- Hurry up. - I'm coming.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up.

- Over on the right, okay? - Okay.

- That's it. That's it. - Yeah.

Stretch. Stretch right to the right.

- There? - Yeah. Yep, you got it.

- Oh, my foot's cramping. Ow. - Just get it out.

- That's it. You've got it. - Ow!

- No, no. You've... - Ah!

It's okay. Just...

Will... Right toe. Right toe.

- Got it. Is that it? - Yeah. That's it. That's it.

That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it.

Uh.

- Oh, my God. Your feet are disgusting! - Just don't breathe in. Okay?

Oh!

Thank you. That was quite entertaining, ladies.

There she is. Pull over.

Good.

Hey. What are you doing? She's right there.

Now I know you're not playing me.

Tell her there's a new drop. Wedgetail Hill.

Hm?

Lil, is that you?

Change of plan, okay?

- We're meeting at Wedgetail Hill. - Which is where?

Well, have you got a map?

Yeah, yeah. Hang on.

Oh, my God. Hold on. Hold up.

Shit.

Hang on, Lil.

Uh... B, B, B. Six.

B. Six. It's in the middle of nowhere.

Yeah, so what?

I need your help. So, do as you're bloody told!

Lil?

Why isn't she getting out?

Throw the money out and drive away.

Not until I know they're safe. I want to see them.

You don't get to make demands.

Wait.

Out!

Get out.

Stay in front.

Okay. Stop there.

- Send them over. - Piss off!

Do... do you want the money or not?

All right!

- All right. Just don't hurt them. - The money.

Throw it from there.

Lola, open the bag.

Lola, open the bag!

We're done.

- In every way. - What? No!

No!

Stay on the ground! Stay down! Hands where I can see 'em, all of you!

Stay down, Lola!

Put it down.

- Donna, get the car. - Don't do this, Lola!

Chelsea, go.

- I don't want to leave you! - Chelsea, go. Put it down!

That's right, there's the money.

- That's what it's been about. - No. You are not a killer.

- Please. Let me help you! - Oh, bullshit!

You're as crooked as the rest of them.

How long do you think you can keep running, Lola?

As long as it takes.

Go. Go!

What do we do now?

I've got a friend. Well, he's an old flame, really.

- He's going to get you out of here. - Then what? We have nothing.

We have nothing. The money. All that money's gone!

Check the bag. Go on. Check the shopping bag.

- Go on. Check it. Check the bag. - What shopping...?

What did you do?

You swapped the bags?

It's here!

Lil, I know when something's wrong.

I bloody love you.

Thanks. You did good.

Oh, God.

I did not think you would do that.

- You're one of us, after all. - I'm nothing like you.

You're exactly like me.

Killing people for money.

I didn't do it for the money.

I did it to stop you.

You want the money, you can have the money, Karl!

Here's the money!

There's your money. There's no money, Karl.

This is Detective Middleton.

We have an officer down.

No. No way. You never told me that I'd be flying Australia's most wanted.

- What are we going to do? - Deal's off.

- You got no ticker, Gary. - Mate, we can't stay here.

I'll do it. I'll fly the plane.

- You bloody won't. - You can fly?

- Well... - Over my dead body.

- Don't tempt a girl, Gary. - I had a couple of lessons.

- Of course you did. - It's enough to get us out of here.

Listen, nobody's gonna fly this plane except me.

- So you will fly us? - No.

I won't. That's it. That's final.

How much to change your mind, Gary?

No! Shit!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Shit!

No!

No!

Damn it!

No!