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-MAN: You going to court too, kid? -BOY: Yeah.

I hope you've got a good barrister.

But you probably don't by the look of you.

The boys in the big house, they'll be looking forward to you turning up.

I'll tell you something, kid.

Don't look anyone straight in the eye for the first year.

That's the best advice I can give.

Oh, and you're gonna need one other thing - luck.

(CHUCKLES)

How did you know?

I looked up your file.

No, you didn't.

Thank you.

No worries.

Just take it one day at a time, kid. One day at a time.

You get to the end of the day, your head's still above ground,

then that's a good day, mate.

So what's your luck like, eh?

Nearly there.

Two times I've tried the Harry.

Buggered it both times.

The Harry's all about luck and perfect timing.

You go in too early, it just looks stupid.

Go in too late, they kick the crap out of you.

I'm thinking three's probably lucky for me.

Be unlucky for someone else, but, eh?

-(TRUCK CLUNKS) -It's on.

-You do whatever you want. -Huh?

(GROANS)

HEY!

Don't you bloody move, boy!

-Hey, Stell. Let's go. -I need a moment.

Make it quick.

You can stop staring, Michael.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Prisoner has escaped on foot

from the Collingwood courthouse, west into Popely Street.

Offender described as sandy-brown hair,

medium height wearing a green suit.

Tango Two, we're two minutes away.

-OK, I'm in an ugly mood. -How come?

You alright?

Leon, we're in Collingwood.

The bloke who did the bolt from the courthouse

is Martin Nicholas Gero.

Can you suss him out so we know what we're chasing? Thanks, mate.

Alright, you guys, you go down there in your vehicle.

If you see anything, radio us as well as the LAC, OK? You got that?

No way he's come this far on foot.

He's probably holed up somewhere.

Leon, what have you got?

The grid's up on your screen, guys.

The local 250's got a uniform vehicle

covering from Romeo 12 to Kilo 20,

another one from Lima 20 back to the university

and another one heading north from Alpha 20 up to Princess Street.

There's more coming in. You guys have got a roaming brief.

-OK, thanks. Give us all they get. -Go for it.

(HORN BLASTS)

(SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE)

He went that way! Nick, what street's this?

Go! Come on, go!

Alright, you keep going that way.

You cover the route between Alexander Parade and Johnston Street.

We'll cover back to Nicholson, alright?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

This is Carlton 303 to VKC. I'm on foot at Henry Street.

Suspect just stole a car and he's heading east.

What did he grab? What model?

-Er...it was an early model. -Yeah, of what? What make?

-I missed it. -Get a reg?

-No, no. -Colour?

It was a dark colour.

A dark colour. Great. Left or right?

-It was right. -Go.

Ooh. Are they for me?

-(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Connor Barry. -Yeah, I know.

It's her birthday. I thought I'd just put them in her locker.

-Oh. Nice. -Yeah.

Is she, uh, still due back at 3:00?

Er, well, it depends what comes up. Could be, you know, midnight.

I just wanted to be here when she gets back, to surprise her.

Well, good luck with that.

Alias Nicholas Martin, Nicky Jerome, Martin Nicholson.

Armed rob, serious assault,

car theft, break and enter - I could go on.

He's been a very busy boy.

Leon, any reason they didn't have any cuffs on this guy?

Balls-up by the security firm, apparently.

Yeah, that figures.

Yeah. Outsourcing. It's the dumbest thing they ever thought of.

Leon, get onto his girlfriend, family - whatever.

Everyone in his life. I wanna stir them up, alright?

Guys, someone in an old green Falcon's

just done an assault and bag-snatch on Leicester Street, Fitzroy.

That's gotta be our guy.

Clever bastard. He's doubled back.

Yep, we've got it, Leon.

Look, uh, cut down Park Street. I know a short-cut, OK?

(ENGINE STRUGGLES)

Hey! Hey!

This is 303 portable.

I've got a sighting of the suspect

trying to steal a car on Cambridge Crescent.

Hey! Police! Get out! Police! Get out of the car!

-Get out of the car! -Yeah, yeah.

Argh!

POLICE! STOP!

(GUNSHOT)

Leon, the intel on that absconder, how you going with the contacts?

So far, none. All his mates seem to be on the inside.

-Alright. Have you got a pen? -Yep.

OK. Masase Tuapu'u. Jimmy Wade Patton.

And a Peter James Davidson.

Oh! And see if you can locate a Justine Maxwell.

Great.

Where'd you get this? How do you know these guy...

GRACE: Leon, can you get the crime-scene guys down here, please?

This is him for sure. We'll take a look around.

Oi.

What?

Go.

OK, guys, I've got something for you.

A known associate of Martin Gero's, one Peter James Davidson,

just got a call from the bag-snatched lady's mobile.

-OK, great. -What's he doing? He's an idiot.

-He knew we'd chase it. -So what's the address?

39 Mayfair Street, Abbotsford was his last known.

-Got that? -Yep.

OK, Grace, how far are you guys from Abbotsford?

GRACE: 4.5 minutes.

OK, Leon, what else have you got, mate? Come on.

Good timing. This just in. How's this?

I've got a Masase Tuapu'u in Collingwood. He got out a month ago.

Him and Gero shared a cell for a while last year.

-Round the back. -(ALARM SYSTEM PIPS)

-(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Like to invite us in, Mr Tuapu'u?

Come on, don't be like that?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Take it easy! Take it easy, mate.

G'day, Masase. How you doing?

JOSH: I'll take the back.

Piss off.

-Peter Davidson? -I've got nothing to say.

We just wanna ask you a few questions.

Didn't you hear me?

We've got your informant pay here, Mr Davidson.

As an official police informant,

you're entitled to a bit of reimbursement.

Shut up!

-What are you saying? -Can we come in?

Jesus, what's he done now?

He's only just got out and you're into him again?!

Let it go! You want me to go back inside?!

Just get out.

We're here to talk to you about Marty Gero.

Marty Gero? That snake?

If he was here - and he's not - I would've shot him myself.

He made a call here about 10 minutes ago.

Yes. And I hung up on him!

-Where's Martin? -Don't know him.

-Martin Gero. Mate of yours. -No, never heard of him.

-Staying here, is he? -Nuh.

-Heard from him? -Nuh.

-No correspondence whatsoever? -Nothing. Don't know him.

-We know you two are good mates. -Nah.

-Hasn't called you? -Nah.

-Hasn't come round? -Nah.

-Hasn't visited lately? -No. I don't know the bloke.

-Stell? -Yeah, coming.

Jimmy. Down the end of the road - three blocks, to be exact.

He knows him better than he knows Pete.

And Freddy.

And Freddy! Yeah! Bloody stupid Freddy.

You know what?

Marty's more than likely to go there 'cause he hates him.

-OK. Thank you for your help. -Pleasure.

-How you guys going? -We're still in Abbotsford.

There's a few places we're checking on foot. You should get over here.

He's bound to turn up sooner or later.

Yeah, got that.

(CLAPS)

-Meet you boys back here. -Alright.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Josh, Dom, I got him. He's at the school opposite Davidson.

How far off are you?

Oh, no.

-Guys, he's got Grace... -Just give us an excuse, sweetie.

Josh, Dom...

Up. Up! Get up!

How far are your mates away?

They're right behind me. You haven't got a chance.

See, I've been told that before.

As far as I know, all you've done is take off...

Oh, shut up, bitch!

(GROANS)

JOSH: Grace!

Argh!

-You alright? -Go! Go! He's down there. He's armed.

-You sure you're OK? -GO!

Shut the boot! Shut the boot!

-Police! Let her go! -Give us the keys. Give us the keys.

I will shoot her, mate. I will shoot her!

-Let her go now! -Get back out of here, mate.

Look at her, she's just gonna be a liability.

Get back or it's her first, then you, alright?

Look at her! She's a mess! She won't be able to drive.

She's useless to you. Just let her go!

Get around! Get around!

OK, smart-arse, start it.

I will if you let her go.

Just start the car and I'll leave her alone.

Josh, don't do it. Josh, what are you doing?

Open the door. Open the door. Open the door.

Get in.

(CRIES AND WHIMPERS)

Shut the door.

Josh...it's not the way, mate.

Come on! Drive!

PFF-938!

DOM: Tactical Response - urgent.

Escapee Martin Gero has decamped Abbotsford Shopping Centre

in an early '90s model blue Hyundai Sportswagon.

Registration Papa-Foxtrot-Foxtrot- nine-three-eight.

Heading south down Jefferson Street with one female hostage.

Car is being driven by Sergeant Brendan Joshua of Tactical Response.

WOMAN: Please let me go! Please!

I haven't done anything! Please let me go!

Christ! She's driving me up the wall! Stop here. Stop here.

Open the door. Open the door. Out you go, porky.

(WAILS)

OK, Mr Chauffer, head for Springvale.

What's at Springvale?

Something I should've done a long time ago.

-What part? You got an address? -No, none of your business, mate.

Just obey all the traffic rules or you're dead.

Do anything sudden and you're dead.

In fact, me getting to Springvale is your best way of not getting dead.

What the hell was he thinking?

Just watch. Josh'll rip that guy's head off.

That's what I'm worried about.

What is this bloody crap? Everyone wants to be Robocop these days.

OK, lean forward. Get this thing off, please.

What happened?

Don't worry about it, mate. I've had worse.

I sure belted your little mate.

Bang!

Why'd you do that?

Oh, she was trying to negotiate with me. It always pisses me off.

You won't get any negotiation out of me.

Bloody Josh.

One day, he's gonna...

What do you mean?

(SIGHS) Nothing.

What about Jimmy Patton. Have you seen him lately?

Yeah, no. He seems to have disappeared.

Thanks, guys.

If you see him around, can you give us a bell? Thanks.

What are you doing back here? Why don't you go home?

My nose isn't broken. I haven't got concussion.

Have you caught up with what Josh is up to?

I'm listening. I'm going back out.

No. Grace, no.

-No, you're not. -They said I'm alright.

Grace, I think you should go home

'cause there's a good chance this is gonna end up in tears.

I have to wait here until Connor's free to pick me up.

Fine. Fine.

Oh...happy birthday, by the way.

(HALF-LAUGHS)

-See this marker? -Yeah.

That's the mall car park, so they've taken off down this street here.

We've put out the rego and a description of the occupants.

It's just a question of time.

With this guy, you don't know how long you got.

Tell VKC to roll out more cars, will you?

-And can we get a chopper on this? -Sorry, none available.

Alright. Well, grab one as soon as you can.

Mm-hm.

He's not gonna be going back to Abbotsford.

Maybe not, but...

How'd you go locating Justine Maxwell?

Uh, it's a big negatory on Justine. And no luck with Jimmy Patton either.

But see these? They're feelers. And I've put them out.

OK, well, I'm going out there, alright?

Alright.

Oh, could you keep an eye on Grace?

She may have some sort of delayed reaction or something, yeah?

And find me Justine Maxwell.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(ALARM SYSTEM PIPS)

You know we're gonna pass a squad car sooner or later.

Yeah, that'll probably happen.

And right then, guess what else?

-You're not gonna shoot me. -Why not?

Come on, smart-arse, why not?

See, now you're pissing me off.

Let me tell you why I'll put a bullet in ya.

Because today's my lucky day.

You believe that?

It's kind of like balance.

I'm the lucky guy, which means you're not.

Yeah?

LEON: Hey.

Oh, what have you got here? Come on, give us a squiz. Come on.

A trinket.

And flowers!

-Who gave you all this? -Er, Connor.

-What, wedding anniversary? -It's my birthday.

Well, you should've told us, you goose!

-What, you didn't tell anyone? -No.

-Not even Josh? -Why would I tell Josh?

Nothing. It's just that Stella said...

Yeah. It's, uh...

Gee. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

I gotta go.

-Grace... -Piss off, Leon.

Yeah.

So, why'd you take off?

Because I could. No cuffs. Got the timing perfect for once.

Are you enjoying freedom? Or don't you feel that free yet?

Quieten down, you cheeky bugger.

Oh, hang on. Here we go. Slow down here, mate.

Do a block, come round, we'll go round the other side of those shops.

It's time to change the game.

OK, cop, out of the car.

Just grab us on the elbow, like so.

Hey! Whoa!

You were thinking of banging me in the head just then, weren't ya?

Yeah.

OK, smart-arse, here are the rules.

You try anything smart, I won't shoot you,

I'll shoot one of those innocent civilians.

Just try me.

Elbow.

Alright, you're the boss.

That's exactly right, mate.

This is called a walk-through.

Brings back old memories.

Never done one with a cop before, but.

See, in a walk-through, what happens is they find that car

and get a big search going through on the other side of the mall.

But we've disappeared into thin air, haven't we?

We're invisible.

Bingo. Look at that.

Go.

Wait here.

Get in.

Ask and you shall receive.

Last I saw him, he was up the street.

He said he saw the guy, though.

When did he last report in?

30 minutes at least.

Right. Could you get on to D-24?

I want as many units as you can get down here, OK?

Yeah, right.

-You reckon that leads to a dead end? -It's a close.

OK. I'll look down here. You guys look up there, alright?

Shit!

(COUGHS)

Could I get some help down here?

I'm in the drain way near... east of Redfern Street.

(RETCHES)

Don't flick your lights.

Well, what do you know? We are invisible.

MAN: You blokes must have some idea.

He's got priors. He's got form.

(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

-Go with you, right? -Bloody useless...

Thanks, mate.

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) All units, the stolen vehicle

was a 1992 metallic blue Mitsubishi TR Magna sedan,

registration Tango-Yankee-Bravo- niner-six-six,

stolen from the Clayton service station along St Georges Road.

Two Caucasian male offenders,

one tall, athletic, with short hair and dark clothing,

the other sandy-brown hair, medium height, wearing a green suit.

LEON: Interesting. I reckon that's them.

LAWSON: Leon, this servo in Clayton,

we'll set up a grid and take it from there.

Go through any other traffic management cameras in the area

and let us know what you find, OK?

Oh, no, I'll keep it a secret. How about that?

Leon, anything yet on Justine Maxwell?

Jesus. Where'd you pop up from?

-Well? -No.

Still...looking.

Fingers...tiring.

You always a pain in the arse to these guys on the road?

You get used to it.

Yeah, it's ridiculous the way he pisses about.

He's the best intel officer I've worked with in 15 years, Michael.

Uh...no, that's true.

LEON: Thank you, Inspector.

And by the way, I've just found Justine Maxwell.

Great. Where is she?

She died two years ago.

Oh, that's the last thing we need.

Yeah, pull in here. I need a traveller.

You got any cash?

Oh, jeez, come on, mate. Don't be a dickhead all your life.

Not bad. Better get the good stuff.

Yeah, grab us a sixpack of one of them European beers, would you?

-Which one? -Any bloody one.

Come on, choppity-chop.

-That's $16.95. -Yeah.

And a packet of salt-and-vinegar chips, thank you.

Actually, you got any Cheezels?

Guys?

(FOIL RUSTLES)

What? Who said you could take that?

See, that is the one thing that pisses me off the most.

I don't understand why people think they can get stuck into your food.

Sorry.

I can't eat these now. They've got bloody cop germs all over them.

Hey, you want a drink? Here, have my beer!

The owner of the Mitsubishi Magna stolen at the servo

left her mobile in the car door.

A call's just come through to her mum.

-Yeah? Who from? -No idea. It was a pocket call.

You can hear the sound of an engine and male voices.

-That's got to be Josh. -Yeah. Least we know he's alive.

Telstra can triangulate the mobile signal and get me a location.

I'll get back to you.

-OK, pull in here. -JOSH: Why?

-I'm gonna let you piss off. -Nup, I'll stay.

Hey, dickhead, I'm doing you a favour.

I'm staying till you're back in custody.

Are you crazy? What's this?

I've seen your form. You're smart enough not to shoot a cop.

Give me the gun and I'll see what I can do for you.

See, now you're negotiating.

Anyway, why wouldn't I shoot a cop?

Well, see, today, things are different.

Today, I've got nothing to lose.

She doesn't have an active GPS on the phone, but at least it's on.

I got the call triangulated

from mobile towers in Braeside, Clayton and Dandenong.

It's Springvale.

Could be, but by the looks of...

Stella, get your bells and whistles on. It's Springvale.

Hang on, hang on. Are you sure?

Unfortunately, yes.

MARTIN: I'd better get this over with.

Don't do it, mate, whatever it is.

I grew up here.

-Looks pretty good. -It's a toilet.

Come on, let's just get out of here, mate.

I'm not your mate, copper.

Just hand it over. This can only have one ending.

Yeah.

(GROANS)

(KNOCKS LOUDLY)

-Where's Justine? -Who?

Justine who lives here.

I've been here two years. Dunno who Justine is.

Jesus Christ!

(MOANS)

-(PHONE RINGS) -LEON: Josh?

Leon, I'm in Springvale.

He's armed and on foot.

I've got obs on him. I'll keep an eye on where he goes.

How far off are you?

Uh, eight, nine minutes.

-Is he alright? -Um, are you alright?

How are you? Are you OK?

I'm not great, and I'm unarmed.

Leon, I've hit the rail yards.

I've lost him. I gotta get out of here.

(GROANS)

LEON: Josh?

Guys?

Sorry, you had your chance. Up.

Get up.

(SIGHS)

Get in there.

MAN: Yeah, Dom, where are you? How far off Springvale?

DOM: (OVER RADIO) We're five minutes off.

-How far are we? -8, 10 minutes.

Shouldn't even be in this situation.

Oh, what? Josh should have arrested this guy by now?

Don't tell me he hasn't had the opportunity.

This is your favourite sergeant, off the deep end again.

There's a chance he saved that woman's life back there.

There's a chance he won't get out of this.

He's attached himself to one deeply damaged guy.

(WINCES)

Just hand it over.

You never asked me where I got it.

Just give it here. There's about 40 cops on their way here right now.

-Mmm. -It's done.

You've still got a bit of blood on your forehead.

After I grabbed that lady's bag,

the uniforms came a-running like bloody chooks.

This kid - looked about 15 -

comes up waving this around like he's playing cops and robbers.

He's screaming, poking in my face.

I could see how scared he was.

Covering.

OK, ready.

(METAL CLICKS)

Three left.

I copped one, he copped one,

and one's in the middle of Fitzroy somewhere.

Did you kill him?

No. He was alive when I left him.

I'd say he'd be ratshit by now, though.

Mate, I've done some stuff in my life.

I never thought I'd be a murderer, though.

He's probably alive.

Nah.

(SPINS BARREL, COCKS GUN)

Three out of six.

50/50, just like life.

Let's see whose lucky day it is.

Go ahead.

Cops in this day are shooting innocent people every second day.

Well, not me...yet.

Well, your mates have.

And on purpose.

Make you guys feel good when you kill someone, does it?

Killing an innocent human being make you feel like a good cop?

At least mine was an accident.

They're maybe one, two minutes away now.

-How do you know? -I know.

Better get on with it, then.

I spin it, I pull the trigger.

Bang!

What do you think?

So, who's gonna go first?

You wanna go first?

Oh, hang on.

Just so we're all square, here's your wallet.

Nah.

I'll go first. It's my game.

(GUN CLICKS)

-(SIGHS) -Shit.

What did I tell you?

Did I lie?

Did I lie?!

OK. Your turn.

(SPINS BARREL, COCKS GUN)

-Martin... -Get ready.

Don't. Please.

Don't do it.

(GUNSHOT)

Damn, I missed! You're lucky I'm such a bad shot.

I should have practised more when I was a kid.

-Drop your firearm. Put it down. -What?

Put it down!

They'll have heard the shot.

If you don't put it down, you're gonna get a bullet in you.

-Get on the ground! -JOSH: He's unarmed.

He's unarmed!

There he is. There he is!

Down on the ground! Do it!

Hands behind your back! Get down! Hands behind your back!

Better check your mate.

Jesus Christ, Kez, where'd you come from?

G'day, Marty.

What are you doing back here?

Yeah, I was gonna ask you the same question.

-You're a cop? -Yeah.

It's kinda how I got out of here.

That's real good. At least one of us done it.

Give us five seconds, eh?

You were looking for Justine, weren't you?

Yeah.

How come?

I just wanted to apologise for all that stuff I did back then.

Figured maybe it was my last chance.

Yeah. She's dead, Marty.

Well...

I'm sorry.

Go to buggery.

Come on.

He's gone, mate. Alright? (SIGHS)

-Can you stand? -Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

-Alright? -Yeah, I'm sweet.

You're a bloody idiot, you know that?

I mean, what were you trying to do, yeah?

You gotta stop this, mate.

You can't keep this sort of crap up. You know that.

You would have done exactly the same.

I think you need help.

I think you need to shut up.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Yep?

Oh, hi.

Yeah, he's in one piece.

We got the guy.

He's a bit banged up, actually. Like yourself.

Oh, he's a bit worse, actually.

Yeah, yeah. She's here.

Alright. Give me a sec.

(EARPIECE CLATTERS)

Grace.

Hello?

No, I didn't. I...

Yep, OK.

Yep.

(SCOFFS)

-Hey, hey. -GRACE: Hi, babe.

-Happy birthday. -Thanks for these flowers.

-They're great. -Whoa. What happened?

It's nothing.

It's fine. I am OK.

Nothing? Who did this to you?

A couple of days, you'll hardly even notice.

Babe, it's part of the job, OK? I was unlucky.

Mmm. So's getting shot.

You want that too?

I want to go out with you for my birthday.

Just us.

Jeez, you were lucky today.

That's strike two.

See you guys later.

See ya, ladies.

See ya.

Come on. My shout.

No, I'm right.

-You sure? -Yeah. Thanks.