Original subtitles

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(HORNS BLARE)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(HORN BLARES)

(TYRES SQUEAL, HORNS BLARE)

STELLA: Classical?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You're kidding. He's kidding.

No, I'm not.

(HUMS TCHAIKOVSKY'S '1812 OVERTURE')

(STELLA HUMS ALONG)

OK. Thank you.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(HORNS BLARE)

Mike, I just don't like words.

Words?

With music, no.

You're a negotiator. How can you not like words?

Even my nanna likes Missy Higgins.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ENGINE REVS)

(APPLIES HANDBRAKE, OPENS DOOR)

What sort of music do you like then? - Iranian rap.

- (SCOFFS) - What?

I can't understand a word, but you can tell it's, uh... it's rocking.

And... and it's serious.

They put you in jail if they catch you listening to it.

(SIGHS) They should do the same here.

- Huh? - (LAUGHS)

Shots have been fired.

I'd like to report shots have been fired near Moorabbin Oval.

MAN: (ON RADIO) Tango One, you're closest.

Report of shots fired at Moorabbin Oval.

OK. Thanks, Leon. We're on it.

How far away?

Couple of minutes.

(RAPS) ♪ Mikey went to the mosque to see The Man... ♪

- Stell, it's not that bad. - LEON: No visual confirmation.

But it's been called in three times.

Any construction or work this morning in the area?

Nuh. Nothing's posted.

♪ He said, "Bush ain't part of the plan." ♪

- If you're going to take the piss... - Guys! Guys!

Alright, I'll send you any call-ins as they're tagged.

OK. Thanks, mate.

COMPUTERISED VOICE: Good afternoon, Mr Broznic.

You're looking very nice today.

Have you done something to your hair?

Oh, thanks, Vlad. Yes, I have.

(SIREN WAILS)

Alright. Here we are. Just up here on the left.

Alright. Let's play this smart.

Just 'cause there's no visual, doesn't mean we're alone, alright?

- I'll download some for you. It's... - Michael!

Are you with us, mate? Let's switch on.

- Yep. - Good. Alright.

Stell, you and I will take a look. Get your vest on.

She's hot.

It's all clear, boss.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

- (GASPS) - Officer down!

- You're right. You're right. - Oh!

(GASPS, PANTS)

Oh, fuck!

Covering!

- Moving! - Ooh! Ah!

(GRUNTS) Lawson!

Ow!

- See anything? - Nothing.

Covering!

- Oh! Did it go through? - Alright...

Oh...

- No! No, you're fine. - Oh...

- Oh... oh... - Is she alright? Is she alright?

- It got me right in the boob. - Stay down!

- I just want to... - Stay the bloody hell down!

- We'll get someone to look at you. - I'm FINE!

- Michael! - Can't see a shooter.

- Anything? - Nothing.

- Sure? - Yes.

(GROANS)

Leon? Are you getting this? Officer down.

Yeah. Is Stella OK?

Hi. Fine, Leon.

Just got her in the vest. Get an ambulance here ASAP.

Already on its way.

(SIGHS) Oh...

Got a live one, Lawson?

Just trying to get a visual on the shooter, Josh.

I'm OK, Josh. Thanks for asking.

We're on our way, Stell.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

- Where are you? - Altona.

Altona? Jesus. That's 20 minutes away.

No, no. Gracie's driving. We'll be there in 10.

- Gracie! - (TYRES SQUEAL)

Did I hit her?

Hey, we don't have time!

- Two minutes. - No - there.

Excuse me? Are you OK?

What...

What's...

Wait!

Wait!

- Around the block! Cut her off! - Shit!

Michael.

You just grab the first aid and the rest of your kit. I'll cover.

- Sure. - OK.

Covering.

Leon, ETA on that ambulance?

Four minutes. First response uniform is on their way too.

OK. Thanks.

Hey, he was up high. I reckon he was at the top of the stands.

He's not there now.

Get kitted up. I want you to flank around and have a look, alright?

- Shouldn't we wait for backup? - Mate, it's just a look.

OK.

LEON: Lawson, you've got a call.

Little busy right now, Leon.

It's from a guy who says he shot Stella.

Wants to talk to the bloke in charge.

- Have we got a name? - No. It's a prepaid mobile.

Owner's name is blocked.

OK. Patch it through to TR-1 mobile and everyone else in their comms. OK?

Yep. Done.

OK. Ready.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

MAN: (ON PHONE) Is she OK?

- Is who OK? - The officer I shot.

I aimed dead centre. Plate should have stopped it no worries.

But then again, with all that crap being made in China...

Tell him to get stuffed.

Well, the constable's not too happy, but, uh... yeah, she's OK.

You tell her I'm sorry. I had to get your attention.

Yeah, well, you could have waved, mate.

Yeah. Or I could have shot the driver as he got out.

But I saw he wasn't plated.

That was mighty decent of you.

So, what sort of weapon did you use?

.223 with a scope. Didn't want to kill anyone.

Took a hell of a chance. Are you still in the neighbourhood?

I'm not far.

Well, no-one's hurt at this end, so, uh...

..if you stop this now, what do you say?

No harm, no foul.

Might not end up too bad for you.

Oh, yeah. Shooting a cop. What are you going to let me do?

Go home, have a glass of wine and watch it all on TV, eh?

Well, maybe not exactly like that.

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Now, just wait. Just wait.

Can you just sit down for us? It's OK.

We're just going to sit you down.

Is Stella OK?

You sure?

No, no, no. I'm on my way. Tell Lawson I'm five minutes away.

Hey, Leon. It's me.

Is there any CCTV in there or anything you can help us with?

CCTV's not online.

So, what should I call you, mate?

Norman.

You can call me Norman.

So, Norman, why did you call?

I want a face-to-face.

What, with me?

Yeah.

Oh, well, I'm not that pretty, mate.

Maybe just tell me what you've got to tell me over the phone.

No. I want to see your eyes.

I want to see if I can trust you.

Yeah? Trust me with what?

With what I'm going to tell you.

Well, I'll have to run a face-to-face past the bosses, Norman.

You know how it is. Just hold on a tick while I put you on hold.

- MAN: You OK? - I'm fine.

Michael? Pretty sure I could hear running water.

He might be in one of the change rooms.

Go and see if you can get a visual, OK?

MICHAEL: (ON RADIO) Got it.

Leon, we need an ambulance at Garden and Belfast Street...

- Is she breathing? - Yeah.

- LEON: Right. Copy that. - Pretty ripe.

Of course I'm bloody breathing.

And you guys... you guys don't smell so good...

- Yeah, OK. Enough. Thank you. - (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

- Grace Barry. - CONNOR:(ON PHONE) Hey, babe.

- Hey. I'm in the middle of... - I'll be quick. I've got tonight off.

- We could make it over to Megan's. - Connor...

Come on. She'll think we don't like her if we don't turn up.

OK.

I've got to go. Got to go.

Everything alright?

It's good.

Everything's good.

She's not cut. Can't see a wound. Nothing.

That's 'cause it's not my blood. It's his.

(LAUGHS)

MICHAEL: (ON RADIO) No visual, Lawson.

- You there, Norman? - Yeah, I'm here.

Bosses aren't too keen on the face-to-face.

They seem to think I shouldn't trust you.

You know, with the rifle and shooting one of my team members and all.

Well, you can keep your distance.

I'll come out...

..drop the gun...

..get on my knees...

..and then we can talk.

OK?

How come you know the procedure?

That's not important.

What's important is that you can trust me.

LAWSON: And that's what I'm trying to accomplish.

Well, I'll give him the word.

How are you going? Are you OK?

- Yeah, just a little sore. - (PHONE RINGS)

Can't talk now.

The ambos are waiting outside. Is it clear to bring them in?

- Yeah. The shooter's holed up. - Leon, send them in.

- No, I'll go out to them. - Stay here. Let them come to you.

- Then I want you out of here. - I'm not going anywhere.

- See what the hospital has to say. - I'm not going to the hospital.

The prick shot me. I want to see it through.

- I can take care of the cowboys. - OK, OK. But it's their call.

- If they say go, you go. - Yeah, sweet.

The shooter wants a face-to-face. He's waiting on my answer.

- What do you reckon? - Better us than the Rottweilers.

Once they're here, talk's over. You know that.

(PHONE RINGS)

What part of "can't talk" don't you understand?

Norman? Hang in there, mate. Haven't forgotten about you.

I don't care who you're playing with. Geoffrey? Geoffrey?

You took the AVO out on me.

Yeah. I can't come within 400 metres of you.

Yeah, yeah. That's judge's orders.

Yeah, OK. No clubs.

Prick!

- Just one question. - Yeah. Yeah.

If you run out of petrol and you're 200 metres from Geoffrey's house...

Oh, yeah, right.

- Look, what do we tell our friend? - There's nothing set up.

There's no perimeter. There's no containment.

I reckon we've got the best chance of reeling this guy in

if we talk to him before the circus gets here.

- What are you saying? - I don't know.

What he told me was he used a .223

so the round wouldn't penetrate the plated vest.

And he knows procedure.

- He's a cop. - Yeah, he could be.

- Or an ex-cop. Oh, shit. - Look, Kerry.

I'll play it safe. I'll take this slow. OK? Promise.

- He's in there? - Yeah. Third floor. 310.

Dom, you want to make sure the ambos have got this address?

- DOMINIC: Yeah. Onto it. - Leon.

Tell Lawson we're late. We'll be there in 15.

- LEON: (ON RADIO) Yeah, Josh. - Alright.

(LIFT DOOR CLANKS SOFTLY)

(LIFT DOOR CLANKS)

(LIFT DOOR CLANKS NOISILY)

(PRESSES BUTTON REPEATEDLY)

(LIFT DOOR GRINDS LOUDLY)

(LIFT CLICKS, WHIRRS)

(LIFT SHUDDERS, GROANS)

(LIFT GRINDS SHRILLY)

(LIFT SHUDDERS)

(LIFT GRINDS)

I don't believe this.

OK, Norman. This is how we're going to play it.

- You got anything? - I found a DA from 2000.

It doesn't show the change rooms.

I'm not going to show my face

till I see you drop the rifle and get on your knees.

I'll come out, I'll cuff you,

then we can have this little face-to-face.

OK? Agreed?

OK. You're in charge.

Hey, you. Stick with the senior sergeant.

If he wants anything, you're his man, alright?

And you - out the front. Keep the stickybeaks away.

- (SIRENS APPROACH) - Jesus!

Leon, I said everyone was to come in silent - no sirens.

We don't want to spook this guy.

- I told them. - Well, you'd better tell them again.

- A bit of authority, eh? - OK.

- Hey, you! Who are you? - Thank you. Cheers.

Sergeant? Did you get the call? You should know better, mate.

It's not the Royal Show. You got the call?

Well, you get out front. I don't want to see you again.

(MUTTERS) Jesus!

Mr Brinning? Police.

Mr Brinning, are you there?

Hello? Police.

- Marital bliss... - Mr Brinning?

Mr Brinning?

(MAN GASPS)

Shit! Watch it! Watch it.

Dom, where are those ambos? We're going to need them now.

How long have you been here, mate? 10 minutes?

- Uh... - You haven't vomited at all?

You haven't had any water to drink?

- (EXCLAIMS) - You're alright. You're alright.

You're alright now, mate. Ambos will be here really soon.

Keep breathing. It's alright. It's alright.

OK. Just big breaths.

(PANTS)

We're just going to lift your leg up a bit...

(SCREAMS)

- That's it. Good, good, good, good. - (GRUNTS)

- Good work. - Dom, how long?

(YELLS, MOANS)

- We've got it locked down. - Everyone silent?

Michael, you got a visual on the entrance?

Yeah, got it.

OK, Norman... let's get started.

On your call.

I want you to head out very slowly, with the rifle pointed at the ground.

OK.

I'm coming out.

OK. That's it.

Now, I want you to stop there.

And again, very slowly, place the rifle on the ground.

Slowly.

That's it. Good.

Now I want you to keep moving towards the centre of the ground.

- Still on him, Michael? - Don't worry about me.

Alright. Now, stop there.

Drop to your knees.

Place the phone on the ground and lace your fingers behind your head.

(CALLS) Alright. I'm coming out.

He's got a gun! Lawson! He's got a gun!

Hold on.

Hold on... hold on.

I know who he is.

Charlie Thomas.

Lawson Blake.

What are you doing here?

She stabbed me with a pen.

A pen!

I was just doing the crossword.

I always use a pen to do my crossword.

I'm smart. No mistakes.

Sir?

Sir? I think you should try and rest until the ambulance gets here.

She just came at me, you know. Look at this. Look at it!

Look what she did. (CHUCKLES)

God, I tell you - that Prozac's not working.

- Dom? - DOMINIC:(ON RADIO) Two minutes.

- Croatian women. - I want to get out of here now.

What do you want me to do, Josh? I can't make them drive faster.

Well, call them again.

On purpose. Just because they can.

What's going on, Lawson? How do you know this guy?

Ex-instructor from OST.

Charlie was my first weapons master.

Did you know he was the shooter?

No.

I don't reckon Charlie knew it was me either. Did you, Charlie?

Why did you call yourself Norman?

It's my middle name.

Charles Norman Thomas.

Just thought I'd keep it secret, you know?

Till I decided if I could go through with it.

Go through with what?

I'm sorry, but I'm going to take my gun out now.

Charlie, slow down. Slow down.

Hold your fire, Michael. Charlie's not going to shoot anyone.

- Lawson. - Hold your fire!

- Do you know what she did once? - DOMINIC: Ambos have arrived.

She took everything I love - everything...

Bring the ambos up as quick as you can.

My plates, my glasses, my blender...

- I think you'd better stop talking. - She chucked the whole lot out the...

Shut up!

- They're letting you stay? - Yeah, I'm good.

- Can you secure the outer perimeter? - Done.

Leon, how long till Special Ops get here?

- LEON: Three minutes. Maybe. - You've got three minutes, Lawson.

Charlie, what are we doing here with guns?

- Stop. - If you can just put that down...

- Stay out of range, mate. - Look, I don't know...

Just stay there!

I know you've got the Taser.

Behind your back, isn't it?

What's the manual say? They're good for about six metres.

So stay there, OK?

I know what you're doing.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Michael? No matter what Charlie does, do not fire.

Anybody else out there...

Lawson...

You give them the order, Kerry.

'Cause that's what you want, isn't it?

That's why we're all here.

Sorry, mate.

- Lawson... - Hold... your... fire.

I want you to give my wife a message.

- Put the gun down, Charlie. - Clear. I have a shot.

- Lawson... - Do not take it.

I repeat. You do not take it.

Rita liked you. Can you tell her...

I'm not giving her any bloody message.

- Tell her that it wasn't her fault. - Charlie...

Tell her that I just started thinking...

- Put the gun down. - ..and I couldn't stop.

I couldn't see any way forward. Tell her I tried!

- Tell her yourself. - Just stop!

Just stay where you are.

'Cause today's the day, Lawson.

- I can't do this myself. - No.

- I need you to... - I am not going to shoot you!

Oh, yes, you are.

It's all yours, fellas.

(DOOR GRINDS)

(DOOR GRINDS SHUT)

(LAUGHS)

(LIFT WHIRRS)

(LIFT SHUDDERS, GRINDS)

- This is just... - Yep.

I mean...

I know.

What?

Nothing.

(DOOR GRINDS OPEN)

(SIREN WAILS)

- Come on. Shoot me. - I'm not going to shoot you, Charlie.

- Shoot me! - My gun's staying holstered.

Come on! Use your training.

- Shoot me! Shoot me! - I repeat - I have a shot.

- Shoot me! Shoot me! - Lawson...

Don't shoot. We are not taking this guy out.

Let me take it! Lawson!

Do not shoot.

Kerry, the Rottweilers are here.

(SIGHS)

Charlie, just...

- Don't come any closer! - Charlie...

Stay back! Don't come any closer!

Hey. Shooter's out on the field and our negotiator's with them.

Lawson...

Charlie, it doesn't have to be like this. It really doesn't.

There are other solutions

and I know that is really hard for you to see at the moment,

but you have to believe me when I tell you we can work this out.

Now, whatever's brought you here...

..I promise you...

..we will find a solution.

Just... doesn't have to end like this.

Thank you, Charlie.

Lawson!

Lawson!

- Leon, where is he? - In the stadium.

IA's already locked him down.

Hey.

You OK?

It was just a bruise.

Kerry wants me to get you back to base.

I'll get his firearm.

Hey, Sergeant. Sergeant. That's not your job.

I think it's best for Lawson if I go get it.

I'm not going to say please.

Go, off you go.

- Kerry want to talk to me? - And the psychs.

Just get in and get out. How long do you want?

Nah, I'm ready.

See you.

Almost got the old guy myself. Lawson just beat me to it.

What's he so upset about?

Shut up, Michael.

Ass.

Counsellor's ready to talk to you.

He came here to die.

- There's nothing you could have done. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So everyone keeps telling me.

(SIGHS)

I got shot, Grace. (LAUGHS)

Ow. I just...

"What am I doing?"

So, are you the youngest?

- In your family? - Yep.

Yeah, me too.

They ever listen to you?

Not really.

My dad had a heart attack, just about, when I signed up.

My brothers didn't know whether to laugh or slap me.

How many have you got?

Uh, two. Both cops.

I've got three. No cops.

(SIGHS) And it's nuts. You're right.

Sometimes I think that we should be working in a preschool.

Yeah. You know what? From what I hear, they can be pretty scary too.

You OK?

Yeah.

So nothing...

No.

What?

No, I just thought...

You know, you look worried. I thought maybe it was about Josh.

(CHUCKLES)

No.

OK. Sorry. I just thought that...

No, no. I mean...

Why would you think that?

(SHOWER RUNS)

Nothing. Sorry I mentioned it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GRUNTS ANGRILY)

LEON: Here it comes. Here it comes. This is great.

- (STELLA LAUGHS) - This is unbelievable.

- (IMITATES GUNSHOT) - Oh!

- (LAUGHS) - That is great!

- (LAUGHS) - That hurts just looking at it.

I'm going to sample some music and post it on the Internet.

- (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)

Hang on. Here we go again.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Um, nothing. N-nothing. We just, uh...

No, don't stop it.

Keep playing it.

- Josh... - Keep playing it.

Put it back on.

Yeah, that's pretty funny.

Maybe you should put in some footage of Lawson shooting that old bloke.

- You got that somewhere? - We weren't dissing Lawson...

Yes, you were, Stella. I don't want to hear it.

Me and Dom are going to finish Lawson's shift.

See if you can keep us on call. Can you handle that?

Good.

(SLAMS DOOR)

MAN: I understand this must be a terrible moment for anyone.

All the questions in your mind.

Sergeant?

Do you want to talk about the incident?

Not really.

Let me tell you - exercise is good.

It might make you feel better.

It'll help you process what's happened.

Also, try not to drink alcohol, especially tonight.

Um... it might seem to improve things,

but it'll only make you feel more depressed later on.

Maybe we could have another chat in a few days' time.

How would that be?

That'd be great.

So, um...

..how do you feel?

(SIGHS)

Yeah, yeah. I've got him.

- I'm fine. - I've been doing some checking.

Charlie Thomas, he was more than your instructor.

- He was your friend, wasn't he? - Who told you that?

You should have.

If I knew you were friends, I would have pulled you out of there.

- Do you know why he did it this way? - He's Catholic.

Maybe he just couldn't eat a bullet.

Hey, look. Anyone told his wife yet?

Yeah, yeah. It's being organised.

- Yeah, right. - Oh, don't. Lawson, don't.

- It's not your job. - Look!

Let's get one thing straight.

Charlie Thomas wasn't a friend, he wasn't a mate.

He was a mean little prick

that rode me the whole time he was my instructor.

Nearly stopped me getting promoted. OK?

And, no, that's not why I shot him.

(SIGHS)

(RAPID TYPING)

Why does it always smell in here?

Mmm.

It's these shoes. They don't let my feet breathe.

I've got to go back to wearing thongs.

Yeah, 'cause I'm sure that'll help.

- (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)

- You know, he really pisses me off. - What?

Everyone feels bad for Lawson, and I'm sorry for what he had to do,

but I'm the one that got shot and I'm the one that's hurting, right?

So if I want to joke about it, I can.

- Damn straight. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, who the hell does he think he is?

I'm not the one making moves on Grace.

What? Really?

- Mmm! - I don't know that for sure.

- OK! OK. - Leon...

OK, OK.

COMPUTERISED VOICE: Hello, Miss Dagostino.

I know you're angry and I'm sorry your boob still hurts,

but can you show me the bruise... again?

(BOTH LAUGH)

- Hey, Connor. - Oh. Josh.

- How are you doing? - Good.

- Uh, Grace. - Yeah?

I've just come to pick her up.

I just went inside and no-one's seen her.

Just thought she might still be out.

No. She came back early.

- Any idea where she might be? - Nah.

Isn't that her there?

(LAUGHS) Jeez.

Here I am looking for her inside and she's waiting in the car.

Sorry. Thanks.

See you.

(LAUGHS) I was looking for you inside.

Sorry. I saw your car.

(SIGHS)

- You look nice. - Ta.

Should be a good night, huh?

I wore my loose jeans so I could fit lots more in.

You alright?

Yeah. Just had a long day.

Well, you can forget about that now.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Lawson Blake?

(SIGHS) So, um...

Was he... was he sick?

No.

No, he was just...

..finished.

He was very sure.

He'd been explaining it to me for months...

..why he had to do it.

He was sad. He was...

..so sad.

I tried to get him to talk to someone.

You know how he was.

He liked you, Lawson.

No, he did.

It was just...

..you were so... sure of yourself,

so... so well regarded.

And...

..Charlie thought that praise didn't sit well with most people.

Made them come up short.

And so he liked to... push them the other way.

First time I fired my gun on the job.

He would've hated it was you.

Yeah. I reckon you're right.

Doesn't help much, though.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

Are those Geoffrey's?

Yeah.

He's never going to get them.

I'm petty. I can deal with it.

Get in. I'll give you a lift.

No, thanks.

Oh, Lawson...

No, I'm good.