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(TENSE MUSIC)

GLENN: Oh, listen, I was gonna tell you, Bren.

BRENDEN: The time to tell me

was when you took my guns.

Kel hasn't been the same ever since I got back.

You know, and I just wanted to bring some money in

to get us on track.

BRENDEN: I need a good mechanic.

Fuckin' oath, brother!

So we can do a bit of an exchange, you know?

I'll give you parts and you help me out?

OK.

TAYLOR ON PHONE: He knows about me and Lily.

OK, we can help you.

You just need to tell me where we're gonna meet.

Do you think Brenden is threatening him?

Well, if it's a choice between home and free,

I know what I'm gonna choose.

He fuckin' dogged on me to the cops.

TAYLOR: I rang him,

but I didn't give him anything.

I didn't tell him anything, mate.

They've got jack shit.

If you get caught, they're gonna

come after both of us for fuckin' murder.

BRENDEN: I've got a son.

I don't know why I didn't tell you. I just, um...

I feel like I betrayed you or something.

I feel like I betrayed you or something.

You want to step out of the vehicle for me?

GLENN: Yeah, I'll get out of the fucking car!

Hey, hey!

PORTER: We did a search of your home.

Are you curious at all to know what we found?

We're gonna need you to cooperate with us.

(DRAMATIC CHORDS)

(MOODY MUSIC)

(DOOR CLICKS)

(WHISPERS) Do you wanna go to the races, or not?

Come on, you fuckin' wuss.

(FLOOR CREAKS)

Shh!

Hey!

- Oh, you little shit! - GLENN: Bren! Wait! Brenden!

THELMA: Get back here right now!

- (PANTS) - GLENN: Brenden!

- THELMA: Brenden! - GLENN: Bren!

I wanna come! Take me with you!

THELMA: Stop fuckin' hiding.

- Brenden! - GLENN: Brenden!

- Glenn! - Brenden!

- THELMA: Glenn! - Wait!

- Brenden! - THELMA: Bren, get back here!

Glenn!

- Brenden! - (TYRES SKID)

- (HEAVY THUD) - (BODY DROPS)

(THELMA SCREAMS)

Glenn! Glenn!

Jesus! Glenn!

Glenn! Glenn!

Glenn! Look at me. Look at Mum.

You... You're gonna be alright. Glenn!

Glenn, wake up!

(THELMA WAILS)

You're alright, Glenn. You're alright.

Just listen to my voice, alright?

You're gonna... Look at me.

(THELMA SOBS) Look at me!

Oh, God!

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

THELMA: He's a bad influence on his brother. And...

..since his dad pissed off,

I don't have anyone to help me pull him into line.

12 is very young.

Most of the boys in detention will be older than Brenden.

Most of the boys in detention will be older than Brenden.

But if you're happy to go through with the paperwork,

I just need you to sign it to say that you understand.

(THELMA BREATHES HEAVILY)

THELMA: He's all yours.

(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DETECTIVES CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PHONE RINGS NEARBY)

Followed her right to our doorstep.

Couldn't fuckin' believe it.

PORTER: Hello, Mrs Salmon.

I, uh...

(SNIFFLES)

I thought I'd... take you up on your offer

to... have a word.

Only took you five years.

Well, you know what they say - never too late.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Feel like I have to apologise for my son

every time I enter a room.

- Sons. - No, no.

- Sons. - No, no.

(OBJECTS CLUNK)

There's only one bad one.

You can't smoke here anymore.

- (LIGHTER CLICKS) - (PORTER SIGHS)

Yeah, I know.

(THELMA INHALES)

You know Glenn's gonna be a dad?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

So you can't send him back to jail.

I can't help you with that.

That's bullshit.

I know you'd give your right arm

to be the guy that catches Brenden Abbott.

Wouldn't ya?

So, what if I had a word to Glenn?

(SCOFFS)

You'd really give up one son for the other?

It's not about Glenn anymore.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC BUILDS)

It's about my grandkids growing up without their dads.

If you don't bring Brenden in, he's gonna get himself killed.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I can't promise you anything, Thelma.

But if you help us catch Brenden,

I'll talk to the prosecutor on Glenn's behalf.

Best I can do.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (LOCK CLICKS) - (KEYS JANGLE)

(WOMAN CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY NEARBY)

Hey, Mum. How did you swing this?

Uh, well, I'm, uh...

I'm here to talk some sense into ya.

Mum.

No, no. No, no, no.

I... I don't want to hear it.

I don't want any excuses.

You know, about what happened, who's fuckin' fault it is.

I just wanna hear that you have grown up

and that you're gonna do the right thing.

Yeah, I'll do my time.

No, no. No, you won't.

You're gonna turn your brother in.

I do what I do. It's on me.

No, you don't.

You do what you do because you've only got

half a fuckin' brain in your head, Glenny.

No! I don't fuckin' have half a fuckin' brain!

- I don't have a fuckin'... - It is his fault!

- I don't have a fuckin'... - It is his fault!

- (GLENN YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - Glenny, shh.

Don't fuckin' say that! Don't fucking say that!

I'm not fuckin'... You're supposed to fuckin'...

- Stop, Glenny! - You're supposed to...

And you worked with the fuckin' cops!

Are you fuckin' kidding me, Mum?!

You fuckin' betrayed me!

(GLENN THUMPS AND SHOUTS)

God! God!

(SOBS AND YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

You're a fuckin' bitch! You fuckin' bitch!

You fuckin' worthless fuckin' cunt.

Don't you fuckin' say anything!

Are you fuckin' dumb?

(GLENN BREATHES HEAVILY)

You tell me now, Glenn.

What's it gonna be?

(TENSE MUSIC)

It's gonna be...

..fuck that,

fuck you...

..and fuck her.

- (KEYS JANGLE) - (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(CHAIRS THUD)

STACEY: He said no to the extra shift. I'm sorry.

(JACKIE SIGHS) Fuck. Yeah.

It's alright. I just... wanted a holiday.

STACEY: Mm.

- JACKIE: Thank you for asking. - STACEY: Of course.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

THELMA: G'day, Jackie.

Uh...

Look, can I have a word?

Yep.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA ADVANCE LEVER CLICKS)

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA ADVANCE LEVER CLICKS)

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (PHONE BEEPS) - (LINE RINGS)

PORTER: Gary Porter, WA Armed Robbery.

You'll never guess who Thelma's talking to.

PORTER: Jackie Lewis.

Yeah, they've just come out now.

- (TENSE MUSIC) - (WOMEN SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

PORTER: She must think Jackie knows something.

- (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) - (DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(SIREN WAILS)

(YAWNS)

(GASPS AND EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(VEHICLE DOORS SHUT)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Coming!

Hello, Jackie.

Detective Senior Sergeant Porter, Armed Robbery.

Detective Senior Sergeant Porter, Armed Robbery.

JACKIE: Uh, yeah, I remember you.

Can I come in?

I don't have anything else to say.

I would be interested in hearing what Thelma Salmon had to say.

I know you met up with her today.

I'm sorry - are you following me?

This isn't police business.

I'm here appealing to you personally.

Sure I can't come in?

(SIGHS)

(JACKIE CLEARS THROAT)

You can, um... just, yeah...

..take a seat.

(PORTER GRUNTS SOFTLY)

I need you to tell me what Thelma's been saying to you.

You're a desperate little doggie, aren't you?

Is Brenden Abbott the only thing you think about?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I mean, I'd hazard a guess

you and I have a bit in common that way.

(SIGHS)

(WATER POURS BRIEFLY)

Thelma wants what you want.

She, um...

..wanted to know where Brenden is,

and I'll tell you the same thing that I told her - I don't know.

Now, if you wouldn't mind, I've been on my feet 11 hours.

Jackie, there, um...

..might be one other way that you could help us,

make sure he's brought in safely.

(TENSE MUSIC)

TV NEWSREADER: she was in a stressed state of mind

on the date she disappeared.

TV NEWSREADER 2: In other news,

infamous bank robber Brenden Abbott

has been at large for five years

since his high-octane escape from Fremantle jail.

During that time, he's been the suspect in bank robberies

across multiple states

and remains number one on Australia's most wanted list.

After years on the run and with concerns for his wellbeing,

Abbott's friends and family are hoping he'll turn himself in

without incident.

I mean, yeah, I still really care about Brenden.

Um... I know his family worry about what'll happen

when the law catches up with him,

uh, 'cause...

(SIGHS) He's got a really big heart

and he loves his kid.

And, um, he's not a violent person.

Uh, that's just the way the police portray him.

REPORTER: And do you have a message for Brenden?

Yeah.

If you're watching this, Brenden...

..I want you to take yourself in.

..I want you to take yourself in.

Uh, we all want you to be safe.

And I'd like to see you again.

MICHAELA: Who is she?

NEWSREADER: In Gnangara this afternoon, about 90 firefighters

worked frantically to control...

Who the fuck is she?!

NEWSREADER 2: in a pine plantation on Leeves Road.

She's just a mate.

A fucking mate?!

- (ROCK MUSIC) - You're fucking her, aren't you?

I'll fucking kill you, you fucking pig!

? Seeing eye to eye is something we can never do ?

? You try to tell me what is right ?

- Fuck you! - ? I may not know a lot ?

? But I know one thing ?

- (MICHAELA SCREAMS) - ? If you've got the answer ?

- Fuck you! - ? Then I don't want to know ?

Fuck you! Fuck!

? If you've got the answer ?

(MICHAELA THUMPS DOOR) You fucking bastard!

- BRENDEN: I'm not fuckin'... - (MICHAELA THUMPS DOOR)

(MICHAELA SCREAMS) Fuck you!

Fuck you!

JACKIE: Thank you so much.

- STACEY: Hey, Jack. - Hey, Stace. Sorry.

Sorry I'm late, mate. Bloody car wouldn't start.

There's a parcel for you.

JACKIE: Oh! Thank you.

? I wonder why our world's ablaze ?

? Sometimes I speak aloud ?

(LINE RINGS)

(LINE RINGS)

BRENDEN ON PHONE: Do you like your present?

Is it safe?

BRENDEN: Yeah, cops haven't worked them out yet.

And it's all in fake names, so don't worry.

JACKIE: They could be following me, but I feel...

I feel like they're watching me right now.

BRENDEN: Don't show 'em the phone, alright?

That little baby cost five grand.

They won't think you've got one. (LAUGHS)

JACKIE: 5,000? You fucking kidding me?

I might trade this in for a fucking holiday.

BRENDEN: I saw you on the news.

(KIDS SCREAM PLAYFULLY OVER PHONE LINE)

I got the message.

Yeah, I knew you would.

So did you mean it?

I guess I missed ya.

BRENDEN: I'm going away.

End of this year.

You'll never guess where.

Japan.

Like, permanently going away?

I'm finally gonna do it.

I'm finally gonna do it.

I've been talking about it for long enough.

At least, this way, we can keep in touch?

You know, if you want to.

(BITTERSWEET SYNTH MUSIC)

(KIDS CHATTER AND LAUGH OVER PHONE LINE)

Yeah.

(DETERMINED SYNTH MUSIC)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(DETERMINED SYNTH MUSIC CONTINUES)

BRENDEN: Heard you were selling the car, mate.

NEV: Yeah, I was gonna tell you later over a beer.

It's an expensive hobby, mate.

BRENDEN: You know, if you're looking for work,

I can help you out.

I got a bunch of car issues.

You... you're the best.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

And I'll fuckin' pay ya.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

You'd better go.

(ENGINE STOPS)

This bloke's a copper.

It's alright...

..Brenden.

I've always known.

I don't give a fuck about the banks.

Hey?

Fuckin' arseholes.

They rip you off every way they can.

Good luck to you, I say.

You know... you know that you could make a hundred grand

in the next 30 seconds.

That reward would solve a few of your problems.

That reward would solve a few of your problems.

Coppers are like dogs.

They only see you if you act like

you're afraid of being seen.

(TENSE MUSIC)

BRENDEN: How are you going, man?

MAN: Good, mate. How are you?

BRENDEN: Looks like she's running a bit hot, eh?

MAN: Do you know anything about a steaming radiator?

BRENDEN: Oh, there's your man.

He'll take a look.

- I'm Pete. - Stuart.

BRENDEN: Nice to meet ya.

Fuckin' cheeky cunt.

(CHUCKLES)

NEWSREADER: A string of aggressive

and highly organised robberies

have police on edge leading up to the holidays.

Australia's most wanted man, Brenden James Abbott,

and an unidentified female accomplice

are the primary suspects in this unprecedented crime wave.

(SUSPENSEFUL SYNTH MUSIC)

Enjoy the silly season, mate.

You too.

BRENDEN: This is the one.

BRENDEN: This is the one.

We now have a national taskforce

whose sole aim is to catch this man

and convict him of felonies totalling over $4 million.

NEWSREADER: Abbott and his female accomplice

are both considered armed and extremely dangerous.

They should not be approached.

MICHAELA: How come you need two passports?

BRENDEN: It's two identities, just in case.

As I was saying, all the retailers around it

use that branch.

So it means we can get the Chrissy trade cash.

(CARTOON PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

BRENDEN: It's a massive job, though.

It's like fuckin' Fort Knox.

We definitely need to get someone else on.

It's getting too hard and I've gotta stop.

There's too many fuckin' cameras and coppers and silent alarms.

You know, I've had the best of it.

Where are you going?

I just gotta make a few calls.

And I gotta get you a... a Chrissy present.

('GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO' PLAYS ON CARTOON)

You know I wanna go away with you.

I don't care if I can't come back.

I want you to get me a passport.

I want you to get me a passport.

Yeah, we've talked about this.

I gotta do it on my own.

Kiss me. Kiss me.

I'll see you later.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

('GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO' CONTINUES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(WHISPERS) You fuckin' dog.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

BRENDEN: Konnichiwa!

(JACKIE LAUGHS OVER PHONE) Konnichiwa!

(BRENDEN LAUGHS)

Did you buy the ticket?

JACKIE: Hai.

'Hi'. I don't think that's Japanese.

- JACKIE: What do you mean? - I think that might be...

- JACKIE: What do you mean? - I think that might be...

It sounds more like bloody English.

(JACKIE LAUGHS) Well, that is what my sensei taught me.

Alright.

Focus. We need to focus.

(SIGHS)

Alright, let's go through the plan.

- You fly in. - JACKIE: Mm-hm.

- Christmas Eve. - Yes.

You go straight to the hotel, and then at four o'clock,

come across the road to the beach.

Remember the... remember the clock that we talked about?

Yeah, wait, can you...

You'd better not be writing this down.

You can't fuckin' write it down.

No, I just need...

No, 'cause, Brenden, sometimes I get anxious

and then I can't fuckin' remember anything.

- But what am I... - Use your memory, darl.

Use your memory.

OK, so if I'm not there in half an hour...

..go back to the hotel

and then you come back the next day and the next day after that.

But I'll be there eventually.

(SIGHS)

I'm scared.

BRENDEN: Hey, you don't have to be scared.

I got it all planned out.

OK? I'm gonna get us on a ferry from the port

to Horn Island

and then we get on a fishing boat to Port Moresby.

And then we fly to Ho Chi Minh City

under our new names

and then on to Japan.

And we'll get a whole new life, Jack.

New fuckin' everything.

(BRENDEN SPEAKS JAPANESE)

(REPEATS PHRASE INCORRECTLY)

(LAUGHS) We'll... we'll work on that.

JACKIE: OK.

'Bye.

(BRENDEN LAUGHS) I'll see you soon.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, baby!

(DOOR CLICKS SHUT)

I got you Chrissy presents,

so don't go snoopin'.

(SUNGLASSES CLATTER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(NEV SIGHS)

(NEV GRUNTS)

BRENDEN: Hey, this one's a bloody beauty, isn't it?

Hey.

G'day, mate.

- Hey, Nip. - NIPPER: Hey, Pete.

Wondering if you could have a look at the car, mate.

- NEV: Yeah. - BRENDEN: Yeah?

(NEV GRUNTS SOFTLY)

BRENDEN: She just needs a bit of a fuckin' spruce-up and that.

(METAL CLANKS NEARBY)

BRENDEN: I was also thinking maybe...

You know when we were talking the other day?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(NEV AND BRENDEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

BRENDEN: Do the fuckin' job.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

QUILTY: Keep eyes on her.

(PHONE RECEIVER CLATTERS)

Boss?

Jackie Lewis just saw off a removalist's truck.

She's on a flight to Melbourne tomorrow, one way.

Alright, see if you can get Melbourne Armed Rob interested

and find out who meets her.

(TENSE MUSIC THROBS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

It's me again.

Oh, OK, well...

Uh, no, that's... that's alright.

Uh...

Can you get Detective Franklin to call Detective Quilty?

Yeah. Yeah, in Perth.

Thank you.

(PHONE RECEIVER THUDS)

Where's this from?

QUILTY: Tasmania.

Reported missing by his grandmother.

Hasn't seen or heard from him since, uh, May?

And you think it's Abbott related?

Well, his grandmother stated - right, check this out -

that he was acting really weird after two men came to visit.

They went out for a drive.

Wesley, he comes home alone,

then he goes out again,

but comes inside after a few minutes totally rattled.

Next day, he packs a bag. Just never comes back.

- Two men? - Yeah, uh, Peter and Barry.

The descriptions, they fit Abbott and Salmon.

I just haven't had a chance to follow it up.

Get Salmon's evidence box, pull out his fake IDs

and contact Corrective Services.

(PATS SHOULDER) Find out when his baby's being born.

- Let's go see the prick. - (QUILTY EXHALES)

(NERVOUSLY) OK.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

GUARD: Salmon.

Let's go.

Let's go.

(LOCK BUZZES)

Come on.

Come on!

Cheers, mate.

(DOOR LOCKS)

Have a seat, Glenn.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

It's good to see you, Glenn.

Not in the best circumstances, but...

How's that approval going for your compassionate leave?

Fuck, those things take forever.

We'd be happy to make that process go faster.

Why would you do that?

PORTER: Well, it might be the last time that you see Kelly

out of jail before we have to lock her up.

out of jail before we have to lock her up.

Fuck off. She had nothing to do with this.

So you say.

PORTER: We found your stash of guns.

We were surprised.

Kelly had the keys on her keyring.

Hey, look, we know it wasn't her,

but, unfortunately...

..we're gonna have to charge her

for possession of illegal firearms.

I know. It's fuckin' tragic.

There is one way that you could help her.

And it's... it's... it's simple.

You tell us where to find Brenden.

Then we drop the charges against Kelly.

(GLENN SCOFFS)

And I have to ask you one more question.

Your mate Wesley Taylor, do you know where he is?

Oh, dunno. Haven't heard from the cunt.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Fuck, no-one has heard.

His grandma reported him missing

not long after he had a visit

from a couple of old friends,

Barry and Peter.

Is that you, 'Barry'?

No, never touched Tayles. He's me mate.

PORTER: Hm.

Yeah, well, maybe Brenden didn't feel the same way.

That's what I'm thinking.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

I hate this.

I really do.

You know...

..my dad left me as well.

That kind of pain,

it's fuckin' hell.

You don't quite heal from that when you grow up.

But you have a chance...

..to do something different.

You can protect Kelly.

You can protect your baby.

Or...

..you can keep being a good little brother.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

- (TYRES SCREECH, LOUD THUD) - THELMA: Glenn, can you hear me?

Glenn! Glenn!

(THELMA CRIES) Glenn! Glenn!

You're gonna be alright.

Oh, Glenn!

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fu-u-u-ck!

QUILTY: Boss, Jackie Lewis checked in,

but decoy luggage turned up in Melbourne.

- She wasn't on the flight. - Forget Jackie Lewis, hey?

I've organised an urgent travel approval.

Pack your bags, call Pritchard in Queensland,

tell him we're coming.

We got an address for the son of a bitch.

- Whoo! - DUNNE: Is he serious?

- He got to him. - Glenn sang, mate.

- He got to him. - Glenn sang, mate.

Oh, Quilty, look at flights to the Gold Coast.

I think you'll find that's where Jackie Lewis went.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ANNOUNCEMENT: Please ensure your seats are upright,

seatbelts are fastened

and that your trays are locked.

? All the fun Of a great big fair ?

? Where? ?

? Pacific Fair, Pacific Fair ?

? The parking's free ?

? And the shopping's fun ?

? Yeah! ?

? Pacific Fair's for everyone ?

? All the fun Of a great big fair ?

? Where? ?

? Pacific Fair ?

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

BRENDEN: OK, it'll be a two-minute

or a five-minute timer.

And remember, no shooting,

don't drop anything or leave anything behind.

They get DNA on you now and you're fucked.

- Let's do it. - BRENDEN: Let's do it.

Let's have some fun, alright? No-one gets hurt.

(OPENS, THEN CLOSES GLOVE BOX)

I'll be right here.

You good, Mick? Yeah?

In and out. Eight minutes tops.

In and out. Eight minutes tops.

Let's fuckin' go.

- (ROBBERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY) - (WOMEN SCREAM)

- BRENDEN: Hands in the air! - NEV: Move, move! Move!

BRENDEN: Nobody fuckin' move! No fuckin' alarms!

NEV: Fuckin' hands in the air!

BRENDEN: Don't you fuckin' touch anything.

Need to make a withdrawal. Fill it up.

- Fuckin' fill it up now! - NEV: Oi!

BRENDEN: You can go fuckin' faster! Come on!

Move.

It's Christmas. Get into the spirit, eh?

NEV: What the fuck are you looking at?!

BRENDEN: Alright, don't fuck around. I want the 50s.

I want the fuckin' pineapples, love. It's Christmas.

Next one. Let's go. Fill it up. Come on!

NEV: Fuck ya!

- Don't you fuckin' look at him! - WOMAN: Ohh!

BRENDEN: I'm watching you.

I'm fuckin' watching you.

NEV: Fuckin' blow your head off!

- BRENDEN: Fill her up, Susie. - (NEV SHOUTS)

Don't take your fuckin' eyes off 'em, mate.

Don't take your eyes off 'em.

I'm watching you.

- (NEV YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - BRENDEN: Chuck 'em in.

- NEV: Fuckin' eyes on me! - BRENDEN: Move!

- WOMAN: OK. - Come on!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

OK, Nige, give us the key to the vault, mate.

NIGEL: It's on the timer.

Is it a two-minute or a five-minute?

- NIGEL: Two minutes. - Right, take him to the vault.

Don't turn your back on him.

Merry Christmas, you fuckin' piece of shit.

(REVS ENGINE)

I know what you're doing, Vera. Don't bother.

I'll send you a photo. It'll last longer.

Look, I just need you to be good for me

for a couple of minutes and then we'll be on our way, OK?

As soon as he empties the vault,

you're going straight to the morning tea room quietly,

and you're gonna stay there for 15 minutes, you understand?

- Do you understand? - Yes.

- OTHERS: Yes. - BRENDEN: Beautiful.

Well, we've got a couple of minutes.

Shall we sing a bit of a Chrissy carol?

Any ideas, Max?

Any ideas, Max?

What about 'Jingle Bells'?

? Jingle bells, jingle bells ?

Come on, sing it with me.

(OTHERS JOIN IN) ? Jingle all the way ?

There you go!

? Oh, what fun it is to ride ?

? On a one-horse open sleigh ?

? Hey! ?

? Dashing through the snow ?

- Nice, choir boy. - ? On a one-horse open sleigh ?

OK, into the morning tea room. Move, move, move. Come on.

Come on, get in there, love. It's all good.

- It's all good. Come on. - (WOMAN WHIMPERS)

Close the door.

- Let's fuckin' go. - Whoo!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

NEV: Where the fuck is she?!

(BYSTANDERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)

Oi. Go this way.

Nev! Oi, run!

Run! Fuck, move!

- Police! Police! Stop! - Drop your weapon!

Do not fucking move!

Put your hands up!

- POLICEMAN: Drop it! - (GUNSHOTS)

- NEV: Fuck! Fuck! - Drop the fucking weapon!

POLICEMAN: Put your hands up and come out! Come out!

Fuck!

Just fuckin' go!

Move now! Move!

POLICEMAN: Put your hands up and come out!

- (NEV FIRES) - Put your fucking hands up!

- (GUNSHOT) - Drop the weapon! Drop it now!

Move, you fucker!

Fuck!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

- (ENGINE STARTS) - POLICEMAN: Drop the gun!

- Put your hands in the air! - Move it! Move!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

- Put your hands up! - Stop! Freeze!

(GUNSHOT)

(UNSETTLING RUMBLE)

(NEV GURGLES)

(TRIPPY SOUNDSCAPE)

(TRIPPY SOUNDSCAPE CONTINUES)

- (GUNSHOT) - POLICEMAN: Get out of the car!

BRENDEN: Fuck! Fuck!

(TYRES SCREECH)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

NEWSREADER: Witnesses say it all seemed to happen

in a matter of seconds.

A volley of shots was fired.

Police were yelling for someone to stop

and then more shots were fired.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Eyewitness reports continue to tell the story

of what happened today.

REPORTER: You say that the man had hit the deck.

- Can you describe what you mean? - MAN: Sure, yeah.

When I turned around, I saw him.

He was hitting the deck when I seen him.

Then they turned their guns on the SOG

and they, in self-defence, have fired to protect themselves.

NEWSREADER: Police and the coroner are still at the scene.

MAN: After the firing, I ran out to see what had happened.

MAN: After the firing, I ran out to see what had happened.

By that stage, police had pinned a man to the ground.

There was about six shots in all.

NEWSREADER: The bank robber, who died at the scene,

is yet to be identified.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(BRENDEN SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

NIPPER: Yeah, I'll let him know. Thanks.

NIPPER: Dad's not here.

BRENDEN: This belongs to him.

Take it somewhere right now and bury it.

Where no-one's gonna find it.

And I was never here.

- Where's my dad? - (BRENDEN SIGHS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

(LINE CONTINUES RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE CLICKS)

I know you told me not to call,

but I am fucking, um, shitting myself.

Are you...

..alive?

Um...

You're not here.

And I don't know what's ha... happening.

I don't know whether to go home or to go to the airport or to...

(SOBS) ..wait.

If you're not here tomorrow, I don't know what to do, Bren.

I don't know what to do.

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

('SILENT NIGHT' SUNG IN JAPANESE)

- It's him. - Fuck, man.

100% it's him.

DUNNE: I can get a warrant,

but the local CIB has to do it, and that'll take time.

Doesn't matter, he's on the move.

Tell me you've got him covered.

I can get a response team en route right now.

PORTER: You fuckin' beauty. DUNNE: Come on!

('SILENT NIGHT' CONTINUES)

OFFICER ON RADIO: Eyes on him.

PRITCHARD ON RADIO: Wait for my signal, over.

OFFICER ON RADIO: Awaiting confirmation.

Give us the word, over.

OFFICER ON RADIO: Go, go, go, go!

- (SIREN PULSES) - Suspect down!

Suspect down! Move, move, move!

OFFICER: Stop fighting! Stop fighting!

(BRENDEN GRUNTS)

(SIREN WAILS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Fucking move! Police! Police! Police!

Get on his legs.

Hold him down. Hold him down.

(DARK, INTENSE MUSIC)

(HANDCUFFS CLINK)

(OFFICERS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

OFFICER: That's good.

We're gonna get you up.

Alright, you ready?

Get up. Up!

PRITCHARD: Brenden,

you are not obliged to say anything

unless you choose to do so.

unless you choose to do so.

Anything you do say may be used in evidence against you.

Do you understand?

You fuckin' beauty.

- Well done, son, well done. - Well done. Thank you.

- Oh, mate. - Boss.

We fuckin' did it.

You're the man. Thank you.

Best fucking team.

(DARK, INTENSE MUSIC)

(TRIPPY MUSIC)

(TRIPPY MUSIC)

BRENDEN ON PHONE: What's the first thing you want to do

when we get there?

JACKIE ON PHONE: Um, see the cherry blossoms,

drink sake,

do karaoke and then...

..sleep.

BRENDEN: Right, and you'll be sleeping next to me.

JACKIE: On your chest.

BRENDEN: Yeah.

JACKIE: What?

BRENDEN: Do you think it'll feel weird?

You know, after all this time?

JACKIE: No, I think it'll just feel like it always did.

(BRENDEN LAUGHS)

Yeah, me too.

Who was the driver?

We found your false passports. Who's the girl?

Which one?

(CHUCKLES)

Alright, Brenden, the West Australian police are here to...

..to have a chat.

We'll continue this later.

I'm not answering their questions

any more than I'm answering yours.

Well, that's very flattering.

I'll stay.

(DOOR OPENS)

Here he is.

I don't know about you, but I've been waiting

a long time for this day, Brenden.

Well, you're a sad fuck, then.

'Cause the Queensland coppers got me.

No-one's gonna remember you.

You think I give a shit about that?

BRENDEN: Yeah, I do.

I think we're two sides of the same coin.

Passionate about all the same things, aren't we?

If I wasn't me, I could be you.

See, I think I know how it feels

to have your legacy ripped away

by buggerlugs here.

There's one clear point of difference

between you and I.

I don't choose to hurt people for my own gain.

I never hurt anyone either.

Leave you pricks to do that.

PORTER: Tell yourself whatever the fuck you want, mate.

You think Nev's blood is on our hands?

Nola's?

You wouldn't remember her, but I do.

Had to pick up the pieces of a broken human being

who was terrified of you.

She worked at the first bank you ever robbed.

She spent the rest of her life

inside those four walls of her house.

Till she killed herself.

She died a lonely and disgusting death.

You multiply her story by countless others...

..that is your legacy.

You and I couldn't be further apart.

Once you have served your 20 years here,

you will be extradited to WA.

We have enough on you

to keep you there for the rest of your life.

You're never gonna walk free again,

and I'm gonna make sure of it.

and I'm gonna make sure of it.

(BREEZY PIANO MUSIC)

NEWSREADER: Brenden Abbott was Australia's most wanted man

before his capture earlier this year.

Abbott's now facing a Gold Coast committal hearing

on charges relating to armed robberies

which are said to have netted $5 million.

NEWSREADER 2: He was arrested

outside of a rented apartment at Broadbeach.

Police say he'd been under surveillance for a week.

- He is also a prime suspect... - (LILY SIGHS)

- Hey. Hey, monkey! - (JAMES BURBLES)

Hey, bring it over here. Come here.

? Bright ?

NEWSREADER: Brenden Abbott was Australia's most wanted man

before his capture.

Detectives suspect it was looks, not brains,

that helped him avoid arrest.

MAN: He knows how to disappear

and meld into society quite well.

NEWSREADER: It's thought to have been Queensland's biggest,

worth three quarters of a million dollars.

Alright, there you go.

You gotta wait up in there, big fella, alright?

'Cause your old man's coming out turbo.

(CHUCKLES)

Think you're gonna be... be a bit slow, just like your old man?

(GLENN LAUGHS)

Oh.

What do you think about calling him Brenden?

Yeah.

You'd do that?

KELLY: Yeah, I think it's kind of perfect.

? Is still ?

? On my wall ?

NEWSREADER: Brenden James Abbott is back behind bars

after a massive police operation.

MAN: And that's where he'll stay.

Now, it... it depends on whether the other states

they'll want to have a go too.

He's a pretty popular bloke now.

NEWSREADER: It's likely Abbott will be extradited to Brisbane

where he'll be held in maximum security.

? Often ?

? I won't forget ?

? All the things we did ?

? Some things ?

? Last a lifetime ?

? Some things ?

? Last a lifetime ?

WOMAN ON RECORDING: I'm glad to hear from you.

? Some things ?

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

? A lifetime ?

WOMAN ON RECORDING: I'm looking forward to seeing you.

(CLICK)

(BIRDS SQUAWK)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(BRENDEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BRENDEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

- (ALARM BLARES) - (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(BRENDEN GRUNTS)

(AUSTRALIAN BROADCASTING COMMISSION NEWS THEME)

(GUNSHOT REVERBERATES)

(UPBEAT PERCUSSION)

(INSISTENT SYNTH MUSIC)

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