All language subtitles for City Homicide s01e11 Serious Men.eng

Papers.

Secure code 6-47.

What happened to the usual guys?

We killed them and stole the van.

Yeah, boss, gate guard reckons
there's no way the weapons got in.

They say the place
is as tight as a duck's bum.

Checked the van too?

Inside, outside,
underneath. Everything.

Popey, how much?

Says six million. Give or take.

Except someone already took.

OK, you lot, let's go.
We've got a crime scene.

Superintendent Waverley
will be joining us.

What's the story, Sarge?

Joint taskforce with Armed Robbery.

Oh, not those bastards again.

Is Calabrese working on this?
Ah, don't know as yet, Simon.

Because if he points another gun
at my head, I'll deck him.

OK, everyone, listen up.

The boss believes
our colleagues in Armed Robbery

could do with our help on this one,
so we work with them.

Best practice,
do not buy into their politics, OK?

You mean their crap?

Duncan, you have a bunch of flags
on your file already.

You cannot afford another one.

Yes, Sarge.
Jarvis would love to fly you a few more.

Yeah, precisely,
so stay out of his face.

And, Simon,
you stay out of Calabrese's.

Best behaviour, Sarge.
That's right.

Best behaviour means best practice.

With any luck,
you'll have a legitimate opportunity

to demonstrate your superiority.

Jesus.

What's AGB?

Australian Gold Brokers.

They on-sell gold
to manufacturing jewellers.

They always use Securevan?
Yeah, most of the time, he reckons.

Alright, let's check
their security camera footage.

Er, boss...

Whoever it is, I'm not in.

I asked for Crime Scene,
not Homicide. What's this?

Interdepartmental cooperation, Terry.

Armed Rob and Homicide -

Bill Mulholland wants
a joint taskforce on this one.

Is that right? We'll see about that.

Boss, you'd better take this. It's
Assistant Commissioner Mulholland.

Hello, boys and girls.

Yeah, g'day, boss.

Well, I don't understand...

Well, I wasn't told anything about it, so...

In at the fourth rib,
out below the fifth.

Elevated trajectory.

Only ever seen that kind
of long-range through and through

once before.

It was in pictures.
Ballistics seminar.

Some FBI bloke talking about snipers.

Recreational sport in the States.

Mmm.

Righto, Simon. Let's check it out.

OK, 'bye.

Alright, if we're gonna get
into bed with each other,

we'd better work out
who's sleeping where, eh?

Stan, you wanna fire off some memos?
Have a little meet in the morning?

We'll get
the Crime Scene report in first.

Where do you wanna meet -
your place or mine?

Oh, mine. We've got electricity.

Door's been forced.

Second roof lucky.

The shooter was definitely
up there. The door had been forced.

What was the range?
Ah, it'd be about 1,000 metres.

A bit more, I'd say. 1,200.

How high?
44 floors exactly.

The trajectory fits.

Sarge. Crime Scene located
a deformed bullet at the warehouse.

The bullet
went straight through the guy.

It skidded off the concrete
and embedded itself into the ground.

Details?
Ballistics are working on that now.

But all they can confirm
is that it's a high-velocity round.

They said they'd have more details
for us first thing in the morning.

So, high-powered weapon, HV rounds.

They knew they couldn't
get the guns into the compound

so they came up with
a long-range hit.

Two hits. Just took them out.

These guys are pros.

Does Jarvis know about the bullet?

I said I'd pass the information on.

Mmm. Yeah, we might, er... we might
wait until we get all the details.

Matt, see if you can
sign that bullet out

before the briefing in the morning.

Sure, Sarge.

Anything to help.

Alright. Good morning,
boys and girls. And Carmel.

Now, the Assistant Commissioner

has asked us to work
in the spirit of mutual cooperation,

so that's what we're doing.

Stan, if you'd like to join us.

Your blokes done the death knocks
on the two stiffs?

Ah, the families of the guards
were informed last night. Yes, sir.

Terry. We're not big on ceremony
here at Armed Robbery, are we, guys?

Not big on clearance rates either.

Are you right?

You sure?

Now, this is a big one, even for us.

Six million - gold bullion,
one missing van and occupants,

two bad boys, with a possibility
of, er, help from an inside source.

This is the best
the gate guards could do for us.

Ebony and ivory, eh?

I want you to get these out
to the usual suspects -

snitches, fences, bottom-feeders.

We want that gold back,

so don't be afraid
to kick some arse, kids, right?

They'll need to spread it about.

It's a lot of weight
to move locally, Terry.

Sir to you.

And we don't know what the hell
they're doing with it, do we?

VKC to Sunshine 102.

Can you attend a code 12
on Montague Street?

Vehicles involved
are two cars and a pedestrian.

Sunshine 102. received that.

Mark us en route.
Thanks. ETA 10 minutes.

Coburg 309 to VKC.

Mark us code 5 outside
the Melbourne Magistrates' Court.

Expect to be about 30 minutes.

VKC to Coburg 309. received.

Crime 751 to VKC.

Nothing on our Armed Rob
at the target destination.

That's 'cause they are looking
in all the wrong bloody places.

Keilor 203 to VKC...

No bloody clue.

Tasking for my crew, Terry?

Colleagues in Homicide
can, er, shuffle the usual papers.

Backgrounds on all employees at the
bonded warehouses and at Securevan.

Criminal associations, etc.

Don't get any papercuts.

Anything from you, Stan?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
there is, Terry.

Small thing, thank you.

Crime Scene recovered this deformed
round. It's high-velocity.

The tool marks
suggest a high-powered rifle,

like the Remington 308
or the Kresta 50.

The shooter would've had
to have used a long-range scope.

The shot was fired from a rooftop
1,300 metres away.

Oh, professional. Maybe military?

Mmm, quite possibly.

If it's alright with you, Terry,

we'll follow up on the guns
as well as shuffling paper.

Are you trying to make a mug
out of me in front of my crew?

No, Terry. No, I am not.

Cards on the table.

That'd be nice for a change.

If we recover this bullion, fine,
you can take all the credit you want.

But those two guards were murdered,

and I'm not gonna let you
or anyone else sideline my team

in this investigation.

Fair enough.

You follow up the guns
and the employees.

We'll chase the gold
and look after the van.

But I'll tell you one thing -

you keep that Freeman
away from me, OK?

Serious men, these.

Bit scarier than some menopausal
housewife who's had a hot flush

and decided to stab her hubby, hey?

They're pros.
You reckon you'll manage?

You wanna start
watching your mouth...

Don't give him
the satisfaction.

Come on, Si -
if his dick's as big as his mouth,

his girlfriend here must be worried.

I don't have to listen to that!
Yeah?

I don't have to listen
to this smartarse mouthing off!

Alright, guys, forget the handbags
at 20 paces. Just calm down.

Now, for your information, Calabrese,

there's nothing scarier
than a menopausal woman.

Yeah?

Well, when we find these blokes,

you might wanna reconsider
that opinion, Sarge, OK?

Because they're not going down
without a fight.

I'm sure we can rely on you
to protect us, should the need arise.

Not a problem, darling.
Alright, my lot, out.

Hit the streets.
Not you, O'Loughlin.

I want you to stay here, liaise.

Make sure we all find out what gets
found out, when it gets found.

Boss, come on...
No argument. Liaison.

I'll find you a desk.

Jennifer,
you and Simon, backgrounds.

Matt and Duncan,
you're with me. Wilton.

How do you like your coffee?

In a takeaway cup. Out on the street.

So, Wilton, if you could tell them
what you were saying before.

Yeah, about four months ago, this,
er, army bloke, Lieutenant Jensen,

got 5 years for stealing munitions
from an army base out west.

What sort of munitions?

Oh, a whole bunch of stuff -

from, er, small arms
to rocket launchers.

Definitely worth checking out.

He may have sold
our shooter that rifle,

or at the very least he'd know
who the middle men in the trade are.

We'll get on it. Thanks, Sarge.

Joys of heart failure.

Get to lie in bed
and read the papers.

Linda.
Sorry to interrupt.

I... I left a message earlier.
Oh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry.

We've been in a briefing -
that double shooting -

um, so I turned the thing off.

It's been hectic.

Right. You probably
don't have time for this then.

It's OK. Never mind.
No, no, no, no.

Come here.

You left these.
Ah.

Susan's term results, remember?
Yeah, I do.

Yeah, you were gonna have
a little look at them

before the parent/teacher meeting.

Yeah.
Tomorrow. Six.

Six o'clock.
Sarge, we... Sorry, Mrs Wolfe.

Hi, Duncan.

Just give us five minutes.
No, it's actually fine.

I'm... I'm done. Delivery made.

Good. I will be
looking at this tonight.

Mm-hm. Well, you'll be late
and you'll be tired.

Just try to find some time
before tomorrow, OK?

OK.
Yeah, and it is important, Stanley.

She'd rather you be there.
Yeah, I know that.

OK. See you, darling.
See you, Mrs Wolfe.

Duncan.

Er, the army guy.
Yep?

Lieutenant Jensen.
I spoke to Correctional Services.

They're bringing him over right now.

OK, good. Let me know how it goes.

No worries.

Do we still call you
Lieutenant?

Just Mr Jensen will do.

A gentleman, eh? But no officer.

What can I do for you?

Were either of these weapons stolen
or on-sold by you?

Why don't you just check
the exhibits list from the trial?

Because I wanna see your face
when you answer the questions.

And if the answer's yes,
we have more questions.

Like what kind of person does it take

to use one of these effectively
at 1,300 metres?

A professional. A damn good one.

Even with a long-range laser scope?

You try keeping that dot
on target at that distance.

It's about breathing, relaxation,

absolute concentration.

Original question.

Did you sell one of these weapons?

I've already appealed
for a reduction of sentence.

I stole. So what? No-one was hurt.

So perhaps you could help me out
in that regard.

Someone was hurt.

Two men were killed
using one of these.

They had families.

So how about we do get involved
in your appeal,

crank up your charges
to armed robbery

and conspiracy to commit murder?

Or how about you answer the question?

Now, which one?

Thank you.

Now...

...the name of the buyer.

Milos Antonovic.

Who's he when he's at home?

He isn't at home. He's a refugee
immigrant, ex-Serbian militia.

Very hard nut.

And your people
have never heard of him?

Most people we've been
rousting today buy throw-downs

from backstreet middle men, you know.

Well, these guys
are high-end operators.

They needed a high-end dealer.

Yeah, and they found one.

According to ex-Lieutenant Jensen,

before Antonovic scammed his way
into the country,

he sold armaments in Europe.

Jensen gave us a location.
We've checked it out.

Antonovic is there alright.

And he can tell us
who bought that rifle off him.

Which gives us a lead
on one of your three robbers.

They're bound
to have weapons in there.

He won't be scared to use them.

So we handle with care, right?
Alright.

We want him alive and squawking.

We'll get him while he's sleeping.
Dawn raid.

No, the rules say we hand the raid
over to Special Operations.

But we can do it ourselves.

Our call.

Antonovic isn't likely
to be going through menopause, is he?

Good luck there, Joyner.

You're first in.
Don't muck it up, eh?

Yeah, combat advice
from a bloody Italian.

Don't worry about him.
He's a smartarse.

Yeah, I don't need advice
from you either.

Positions.

Our guys are in position.

Your guys?

Go.

That is a go, go, go!

Ch-choo.

Police! Don't move!

Police!

Police! Don't move!
Police. Don't move!

Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move!

Whoever shot Antonovic, he knew them
well enough to turn his back on them.

No sharpshooter needed this time.
Yeah.

Sarge.

Crime Scene have located
his weapons stash.

Very impressive -
machine-guns, hand grenades,

thousands of rounds of ammo.

Rifles?
Oh, yeah. Two.

The same two
that were used in the robbery.

There were three
noted on the register of evidence

in Lieutenant Jensen's trial.

So who's got the third one?

And Antonovic isn't gonna be
any help now, is he?

Sarge.

Make sure you sign the paperwork
when you log this in.

Yeah.

Yes, Superintendent.

Don't wanna cock up
the chain of evidence.

This links Antonovic
to our bullion guys.

So how'd it end up here?

Shape of a boot tread.
Commando sole, maybe?

Well, how do you get gold
caught in the tread of a boot?

You melt it.

Enjoy your Chinese.

Gwen's got a lovely roast on.

So Antonovic was definitely
killed by one of our robbers.

Anything strike you about all this?

Big-time robbery, high-end gun dealer,

Jarvis's mob not being able
to pick up anything on the street.

What, new boys in town?

Could be from overseas.
Previously connected.

That is a very good thought.

I'll get a request off to Interpol
with Antonovic's prints and photo,

let them know where he washed up.

Known associates with a history
of similar jobs might help.

Mmm. I'll give Jarvis the heads-up.

Interpol. Good.

Yeah, I'll pitch the idea
of an inside man as the M.O.

Good idea.

In my experience, a job this big,
usually inside info's the go.

Speaking of which...

...Antonovic getting himself whacked.

What do you make of that?

What, you mean
we discover his identity

and he's killed before
we get a chance to speak to him?

Yeah, the thought
had crossed my mind.

Next lead we get, Stan, we play
our cards a bit closer to our chest, eh?

Ah, yes.

Hello, Stanley Wolfe here,
Susan Wolfe's father.

Er, we had a meeting
with Susan's teacher this evening.

Er, I've been trying
to contact my wife,

but her phone's turned off so they're
probably, er, already in the meeting.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, I wonder if you could tell them
that I have been delayed somewhat,

er, but I will be there AS AP.

Yeah. That'd be good. Thank you.

Ah, Wolfe.

Yeah. Stanley Wolfe. Thank you.

'Bye.

Bugger it.

Morning. Heart starter.

Sorry it's not takeaway.

Not half as sorry as I am.

If I have to look at one more
personnel file, I'm gonna go blind.

Thanks, mate.

I'm used to being
a bit more physical.

So how'd you get into Armed Robbery?

Jarvis recruited her from Arson.

I asked around. It pays to know
who you're working with.

Oh, yeah? You'd be the one who
punched my boss in the face, right?

So there are no matches
at all? OK, thanks.

Hey, er, since we're caring
and sharing, I've got something.

Charles...

...Whicker.

What about him?

Charlie didn't turn up on our first run
because he's a subcontractor

and runs a security company.

One of his assignments used to be
the warehouse that got hit.

Oh, bloody hell.
He's a Pom, married.

Emigrated three years ago.

AGB security check
gave him a clean sheet.

But?

I just checked with Immigration.

They've got no record of him
or his wife coming into the country.

Far as they're concerned,
he doesn't exist.

Hotshot. Good one.

Nice job, Mattie.
Looks like a pretty hard character.

He's smart too if he's
slipped past AGB and Immigration.

So, what've you got for me?

Bloody hell. What are you doing here?

No, no, no, no!

No, please!

Please, I won't... I don't know anything!

Please, please,
don't kill me! Please!

This is getting repetitive.

Yes.

Certainly is.

Put them all in pairs, doorknocking.

Someone must have seen something.

One AR, one Homicide in each pairing
might be a good idea.

Yeah, good idea.

I think it's time to say
what we didn't say before.

Oh, you can't be serious!

Whicker's one coincidence too many.

Someone's tipping them off.
Every lead we get, they snuff it out.

Literally.

Well, who knew
about our interest in Whicker?

All of Stan's crew.

And Carmel O'Loughlin, who could've
told any one of your mob.

Oh, I trust my lot.
Yeah, we trust our people too.

It could've been anyone.
They didn't have to pull the trigger.

All they needed was enough time
to make a quick phone call.

Yeah, well, the shooters
got there bloody fast.

Which means they're smelting the gold

somewhere reasonably close
to the Whicker house.

So we have a more defined
search radius.

We point that out
to our rat too, do we?

We're gonna have to.

But from now on, we need to know
exactly where our people are

whenever we break
any new information.

All of them.

Complete waste of time,
that doorknock.

Calabrese just got everyone's
backs up straightaway.

Talk about aggressive.

O'Loughlin's the same.

She's not into the finer points
of public relations either.

Yeah, they're into something.
What do you mean?

He means what we're all thinking.

Someone's tipping off
the people that we're after.

And it isn't one of us.

So who do you think?
Freeman.

You seen his sheet?

More flags than a footy final.

No, I'm for Joyner.

Why? Why?
He's too nice to be honest.

I suggest you keep them in pairs.
Mixed doubles.

Already done.

Don't have even numbers.

Well, put Sparkes
with one of ours then.

You do trust Sparkes?

Yeah. Sure. OK. Mixed doubles.

Question is, who's watching who?

Even numbers.

It's not a competition, Terry.

We've got a problem.
Let's solve it together.

We've already got five dead bodies.

Seven, possibly.

The missing security guards.

You just think I, er, care about
the money, don't you, Stan?

Don't you?

You think I don't care about
the people that've been killed?

Their families?

I'll tell you something, Stan. I do.

I worked Homicide. I cared.

I cared too bloody much.
I cared so much...

Money's easier.

But you're right,
we do have a problem.

And, be it yours or mine,
we've gotta solve it together, so...

Stanley. We got something.

Alright, listen up.

Interpol have put together...

...Whicker -
real name, Charlie Whitmore -

and Antonovic, our arms guy.

They were involved in a major robbery
at Heathrow Airport five years ago.

Bullion. Antonovic
supplied the weapons.

The robbery was a swansong
for Whitmore.

He disappeared, leaving Britain
with two million sterling...

And headed over here on false papers.

Known associates - Reg Brown

and Desmond Akuna, ebony and ivory.

Gate guards didn't do too badly
with descriptions, eh?

Now we've got the real thing,
thanks to our friends at Scotland Yard.

Brown and Akuna
were involved in the Heathrow job.

Brown is ex-S AS. Wilton?

Well, forget holidays
on the Costa del Sol.

You can't afford it,
and it's full of Pommy criminals.

We can place these blokes there
several times recently,

probably for planning meetings.

Last recorded travel
for McCartney and Wonder

was under alias passports to Sydney.

And then here, to pull this job
with their old mate.

So Whitmore's military too?

Mmm. S AS like Brown.

Pros. Both of them.

Yeah, pros or not, they still have
to stay somewhere. They have to eat.

Mmm, precisely.

So, back on the streets.
In pairs, wave these around.

Someone must've seen the bastards.

Focus on this area here.

We believe that
they're somewhere reasonably close

to the Whitmore/Whicker house.

Why's that?

Because that's what we think.

The streets then.
Keep the mixed pairings.

Wilton, you're with Simon.

Let's go.

Great source of potassium, bananas.

How much of that area
do you reckon's industrial?

I'll tell you. About half.

How many of those industrial premises
do you reckon are vacant

at any given time?

I don't know.
Then find out.

I'll take care of my potassium intake,
you grab the Yellow Pages

and make a list of commercial
real estate for us to check out.

Why just commercial?

Well, a van's gotta be parked
somewhere.

It's gotta be somewhere
they can smelt the gold and pack it.

Like a factory, or a warehouse,
or something like that.

Odds on.

Eh, eh, eh, eh!
I said Yellow Pages, son.

You can access the Yellow Pages
online these days, Sarge.

Well, bugger me.

Take your time. There might... there
might be someone who works in the...

Look carefully, just look.

He looks familiar.

That guy?
Yeah.

You haven't seen anyone?

Yeah, hi. This is Detective Senior
Constable Simon Joyner from Homicide.

How're you doing? Good.

Listen, I'm after a list

of perhaps recent lettings
of warehouses or factories.

OK, great. Thank you very much.

Three of them? Fantastic.

Could you give me
the details of those?

Can I call you back? Thank you.

Hi. Yeah, I'm after a list
of commercial properties.

Yeah, yeah. I'll hold.

Yeah, sure. Can I get
some more information on that?

Really? How long was that lease?

Three months?

Can you tell me
a bit more about that?

A round of applause
for Sparkesy and his little mate.

Simon.

We checked
with the surrounding warehouses.

There were a lot of comings
and goings of a car

that matches the one that was parked
in Charlie Whitmore's garage.

No sign of the van?
Not that lucky.

We've got a surveillance team
watching them now.

Buggers are in there.
I'll bet my right arm on it.

Ah, thank you, Senior Sergeant.

So, another day, another raid.

Rick. Eyes front, mate.

Yeah, just taking a leak, boss.
No, cross your legs.

We're in the middle
of a briefing. Sit. Sit.

From right now until we hit
that warehouse, no-one goes anywhere,

calls anyone, does anything alone.

Including pee.

Am I clear?

No point pissing about,
we're gonna hit this place straightaway.

All in position.
Be my guest.

All go! Go!

Let's go, come on!

Police!
Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't move!
Go, go!

Police!

Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't move!
Police!

Don't move!
Clear!

Jeez, that was dumb.
It's an armoured van.

Clear!

Hey, Fatso, what's happening?

You should've seen him
before he lost 9 kilos.

Brown's not here.
He's still on the loose somewhere.

Spread out. In pairs.
Lines of sight. Go!

Police!

The guards are here! They're alive!

Dunnie, oi!

I think we've found
what your boss has been looking for.

The gold.

It's clear. He's done a Houdini.

No sign of him anywhere.

His photo's with every
mobile unit in the bloody city.

He won't get far.

He's done a pretty good job
of avoiding us so far.

Well, you got your gold,
Terry. We've got a murderer to catch.

You're welcome to keep
my guys on it for a bit.

I'll give Mulholland
the good news, eh? As per our deal?

Yeah. Your credit, Terry,
as per our deal.

Ernie, you stay here for a bit.

Good work, mate.

Alright.

Er, uniforms
will need to secure the perimeter

until AGB can arrange
for the removal of the gold.

I want two people inside the factory
with that bullion until that happens,

everyone else
focused on finding Brown.

OK. So, volunteers?

Their eyes follow you
around the room, eh?

How much you reckon
one of these is worth?

Huh? Just one?

I got no idea.

A lot.

So, what, you're just
gonna let your mate skip off

and leave you to wear this, are you?

Where is he?
Where did he go? Where has he gone?

Your mate.
Has he got a tip-off? That's it!

He's got a tip-off
and he didn't tell you.

What a shame.
All that work and nothing to show for it.

All the planning and preparation...

It's nice gear. It's very high-tech.

Where was it bound,
all that gold, eh?

Screw you, Fatso.

Oh, whack him one. Prick.

OK. We believe your mate Brown
had a source, Mr Akuna.

We believe that's how
he managed to stay in front of us.

He killed Antonovic,
killed the Whitmores.

You wanna help us with that instead?

I won't be helping you
with nothing, Fatso.

Nor you, you streak of piss.

"Streak of piss".

Never been called
a streak of piss before, Wilton.

Nice. Very nice.
I think I prefer Fatso.

You know, I think
Mr Akuna doesn't understand

how serious we are, Stanley.

I think this is gonna be a long...

Problem?

No. No problem.

I think there is.

I saw your face
when my boss mentioned a source.

I think you're that source.
I think you've been ratting us out.

That's crap.

You were there when Matt
put the finger on Whicker.

So were you! So were the others!

You were the only one who snuck out
to use her mobile phone!

Hey!

You got balls, not often found here
in the women's toilets.

Look, I did not rat anyone out, OK?

But I'm not about to either.

So, what's the problem?

My... boss was paranoid
about you guys stiffing us,

so he told me to let him know
as soon as any info came through.

When the thing about Whicker came up,
I came in here. I called him.

Jarvis?

Yeah.

But I couldn't raise him.

So I called...

...someone else.

But he wouldn't rat us out.

He wouldn't.

Here, catch.

Calabrese, put it down. It's evidence.

Sorry, mate.

About what?

About this, sunshine.

Get his gun.

Mate...
Get his bloody gun.

Tell uniforms to stay put.

Do not move on the factory
till we get there.

We don't want Calabrese to know
that we're onto him.

Terry. We've found our insider.
Get to the factory.

So you're the rat.

Mole, more like.

I'd say you've done your dash
as a copper, Ernie.

You'll need a bigger share now.

To disappear.

What about him?

Nighty-night.

No.

No, sorry, mate.

A couple of hundred grand in an
offshore account, that's one thing,

but a dead copper,
that's something else entirely.

Don't go soft on me, Ernie.

I'm sorry, mate.

Leave it. Bloody idiot!

This side!

Your bread's buttered this side!

Now then...

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Call it a misunderstanding.

I wasn't gonna shoot you right then.

I was gonna politely request
your assistance in loading the van.

Bloody Akuna smashing that forklift.

There'll be a dozen police
outside of this place, mate.

And it's an armoured van, dummy.

Who dares wins.

Eh?

Make it to a small airfield.
Light plane.

PNG's still possible.

You won't make it to an airfield, mate.

I'll give it my best... shot.

That'll do.

We want the plane to be able
to take off, don't we? This time.

You little shit.

Police! Put down the gun! Drop it!

Bloody hell.
It's the Magnificent Seven.

Put it down.

And lose my advantage?

Dream on, son.

I'm putting Boy Wonder here
in the van with me and we're leaving.

Personally, I'd rather
you shot the prick.

Yeah, right.

I could kill this prick...

Simon, we got him.

It's alright. It's alright.
Give him some room. He's in shock.

There you go, son.

Put this on you. Keep warm.

There's still a pulse.
He'd be better off if there wasn't.

Call you an ambulance, mate.

I can't believe we didn't pick it.

Why? We didn't.

Gone?

Yeah, I need an ambulance now.

At the old goods factory
on Leonard Street in Westport.

Don't think I might've
jumped the gun there, Stan?

I don't think you did, Terry.

I don't think
anyone would say that you did.

? Told me a lie

? If I never kissed

♪ Told me a lie... ♪

Bloody Jarvis, eh?

Bang. No hesitation.

The man's a mongrel.

I'll speak to you
in the morning.

Maybe that's not a bad thing
to be sometimes.

That was O'Loughlin.

Calabrese's still critical.

I wonder how long
he's been on the take?

Don't know.
This wouldn't be the first time.

Yeah, well,
everything's down to him now -

from the gangland murders
to global warming.

Maybe you're right.

He'd be better off dead.

Back in a tick.

Simon, you alright?

Couple of splinters in the back
of my head. Pain in the neck.

You guys cut it a bit fine.

Oh, we knew you'd keep him
entertained with your bad jokes.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Man in a coffin.

Man in a coffin who?

Simon.

Simon!

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