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(ENGINE REVS)

Stop! Stop! Look there.

-Brian Marshall. -Oh, really?

Do we have to spend the afternoon sniffing out Brian Marshall?

That's what we get paid for. What's he doing?

(TYRES SCREECH)

Off you go.

-G'day, Brian. -(GROANS)

Hello, mate.

(SIGHS) Hey, it's not nice to chase people, Mr Blake.

Well, what are you running for?

Um, nothing, man. I didn't even see you.

I was just on my way to the bloody gym. I mean, shit, man.

Oh, to the gym? What's that in your pocket?

Nothing, man.

-You wanna empty it for me, mate? -Nuh.

Go on.

Oh, come on, man. It's for Mum's arthritis.

She gives me a bit every now and then.

Better get onto General Duties, get them down here, take Brian away.

Oh, come on Sergeant Blake, don't take me in, man.

I don't want to take you in, Brian.

You walk around with big bags of dope in your pocket.

-What choice have I got? -Hang on...

-JOSH: 10 minutes. -10 minutes?

What if I know something?

There's a big job going down in Footscray today.

-Where? -Footscray. In a pub or a servo.

-Which one is it? -Stacey Ray.

No, which one is it? A pub or a servo?

I don't know. He never said.

Oh, can I have my dope back?

(GRUNTS) Oh!

-Carlton. -Victoria.

-Melbourne. -Fitzroy.

-That's not beer. -Yeah, it is.

-Not a beer. -It is!

(GARAGE DOOR CLANGS)

MAN: Open up, this is the police!

(CLINKING)

Put your hands on your dicks where I can see 'em.

Bend over and stick your head up each other's arses and take a deep breath.

Oi! Oi! I've got a gun in me hand.

You idiot.

Oh, nice. I've been tonguing for one of these.

Where'd you get it?

Brian Marshall gave it to me for a quarter of weed.

Oh, not Brian Marshall. He bloody stinks.

-You swapped weed for that? -Yeah.

I reckon we'll be on the news tonight.

Yeah, well, I just want to be sitting here counting me money.

Dave lost all his money at the dogs.

-Shut up, you mongrel. -Oi! Don't point that at me!

Alright? It goes off real easy.

Rip your arm off if you're not careful.

-Don't shoot me bloody... Oh! -(LAUGHS)

-Oh. (LAUGHS) -You stupid bastard!

Went off like a thunder crack.

Oooh. Sorry, Davo.

(CHUCKLES) Let's take this puppy out to play.

Hey, guys.

(GROANS) Spot me?

Doesn't the idea of you being mad with me and Grace being mad at you

just make you feel tired?

Ooh!

Come on.

Breathe up. Breathe.

-OK. -No. Get it up. Get it up, mate.

Yep. Take it.

Gotta work on your guns and your girls.

Yeah, well she never said it was in the vault.

If she had said it was in the vault, I never would have repeated it.

Unlucky for you she doesn't see it that way.

Where's Dom?

Two months isn't that long, babe.

It's a short jail stint for shoplifting.

Oh, stop it, Dom. This isn't funny for me.

It's a Hollywood marriage.

It's my body. It's never been good enough.

I'm always so sick and now I'm making my baby sick too.

Hey, the baby's not sick.

You heard the doctor. You just need to be still.

Hey? You gotta cook it like in an oven.

Ovens don't walk around, do they?

They'd look silly. (CHUCKLES)

-You think I look silly? -No. You look beautiful.

-Now get out of my car. -No. Just today. Don't go to work.

-(SIGHS) -I just don't want you to go today.

I've got to go, lovely, alright?

Come on, huh?

-Has he gigged for us before? -BLAKE: Yeah, it's Brian Marshall.

There are 14 pubs and 8 service stations in the Footscray area.

I'm sending them to you now.

Alright. We'll do the backstreets first.

I hope it's the 'Four in Hand'. I'm banned from there.

Publican's a tight old prick.

STACEY: What are you doing, Dave? Not here. They could grab our rego.

Well, where?

Round the corner.

Can I wear the horse mask?

How do you see through this bloody thing?

-Take 'em off. People will see us. -They're not gonna see us with that.

You ready?

-ARE YOU READY?! -Don't reckon I can do it, eh?

It's alright, Dave. It's not that packed in there, mate.

Come on, mate. It's gonna be the easiest money we've ever made!

Come on, Dave. Trust me.

Dave! We're gonna be in and we're gonna be out, mate.

End of the day, we're gonna be rich.

Come on, Dave. Saddle up.

And, boys, we leave no man behind.

Remember that. Alright? Yes?

Everyone, get on the ground!

Get on the ground or I'll bloody spit at youse.

Everyone lie down on the ground and you won't get hurt.

Hey. Hey, this is a family bar. Go and point your guns at a bank.

Go and rob someone that can afford it.

We've been keeping an eye on you and this pub, mate.

-Where's your safe, old man? -Oi! Are you deaf?

I said get on the ground!

Leave your hands where I can see 'em.

(GLASS SMASHES)

Stace? Stace?

Stace?

Open the safe.

I'll open the safe. You just don't touch her.

Stay calm, Abbie. We'll do what they want. Then they'll leave.

-Cover him! -I am!

I can't hear nothing from Stace. Hey, Stace!

Come on!

Where's the rest of it?

OK, silent alarm, Mona Castle Hotel, Footscray.

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILS)

Blanket? Check.

Beanbag shotty? Check.

Dums-dums? Check.

Window-smasher?

Check.

-Uh, Dom? -Noticeably absent.

(PHONE RINGS)

Dude, where are ya?

Look, it's not my fault.

We had a doctor's appointment and they were running late.

It wasn't us. We were on time.

Yeah, well, like everyone, Kerry just wants a bit of job-love, mate.

Just a bit of job-love.

Oh, Stace.

Oh, mate.

Gaz, we gotta get him outta here.

Go and get the car. I'll get these guys to carry him out.

Get up! Go on!

-(SIREN WAILS) -Just here.

Josh, take the door with me. Gracie, clear the rear.

-Cops are out the front. -What?

Cops are out the front!

-Quick. Out the back! -What about Stace?

Just leave him!

Police! Don't move!

Boss, an offender at the rear. He's got a weapon.

He's gone back inside.

-(FIRES SHOTGUN) -Fuck!

JOSH: Go, go, go, go, go!

Cover him!

-Leon? -Yeah, Lawson?

Get onto D-24. Shots fired at the... Mona Castle Hotel in Footscray.

Armed rob in progress.

-Immediate assistance. -OK. Copy that.

You right?

Lock it down.

Leon, can you isolate the phone to the pub?

I don't want these blokes calling their mates down here.

I'll get an SBD up.

What's that?

All units are to approach without lights and sirens.

I repeat - without lights and sirens.

This is Sergeant Brendan Joshua of Tactical Response.

I'm requesting an SBD for the Mona...

OK, we've got one, possibly more gunmen, holed up in that pub.

First thing we've gotta do is get the general public outta here, OK?

That means emptying these houses, setting up a cordon.

Obviously, this area in front of the pub is red hot.

So, where necessary, jump the fences,

go round, knock on the back doors, get 'em out that way.

Alright? Keep your heads down.

Josh, can you organise setting up diamond observers with snipers?

-Yeah? -Yep. Got it.

Holy shit. What do we do?

Tie 'em up!

If we go out now, the cops will go easy on us.

I need time to think. Just tie 'em up.

-What do I tie 'em up with? -Got any rope?

I'm afraid you're in the pub with no rope, boys.

Well, give us your phones. Throw 'em over there now!

All of you, now!

Hey, do you wanna grab Dom's wall bag? We're leaving.

Yeah.

Yeah, no, no. He's still not here yet.

I'll bring his team in.

MAN ON PHONE: He's late. We're dealing with it.

Look, it's fine.

If he wants to stay home, play nurses, chew folate,

that's fine with me.

I'll send him a hamper. I'll clean out his locker.

Yeah. See you in 15.

LEON: Dom, your team's been dispatched without you.

Kerry took your seat. Go straight to Footscray.

Look, I'm getting there as I quick as a can, Leon.

OK?

-(BRAKES SQUEAL, GLASS BREAKS) -Jesus.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

-Are you OK? -Yes, I'm OK. Are you alright?

Oh... God, isn't it weird?

I was just driving one minute and then the next, you were there

and there I was and it was so loud, wasn't it?

-Yeah. -I'm so sorry.

Pffff! Pffff!

I'm gonna shoot someone today.

You can shoot me! I don't care.

You're not haunting my pub, Des.

You hang around here enough as it is.

You don't know what you're doing, do ya?

-(CHUCKLES) -Let me do it.

As long as we have them, they can't touch us.

Let's go get Stace.

No, no, no, no. Don't call it in. I can deal with it.

Yeah. Sergeant Dominic Wales. Tactical response.

Thank you.

You're a cop?

-Yeah. -Oh, you're a cute cop.

-Are you gonna charge me, Officer? -Not today.

Oh, how can you tell I wasn't driving dangerously.

I'm a dangerous kind of girl.

Yeah, I'm starting to get the picture.

I'm Nina, by the way.

(WHISPERS) It's OK. It's OK.

What if your brother comes and gets us?

He can smash through 'em with his car.

We'll get Stace. We'll take him to a hospital.

-He'll be alright. -No signal.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

There's no signal on any of them.

(DIALS PHONE)

Clear. Ready to go round the back?

(PHONE RINGS)

Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake.

-Who was that? -Cops.

Cops are at your brother's place?

We're dead.

Leon, can I get a plate-check? November, Whiskey, Oscar, 9, 8, 3.

LEON: Onto it.

How you wanna carve this up?

I thought I'd brief the guys first, then hand over to you as team-leader.

-You negotiating on this? -Yeah. Yeah, I am.

-Fine. Yeah. Let's do it. -Good.

OK, gather round, listen up, thanks, people.

For those of you who don't know, this is Inspector Kerry Vincent

She'll be acting as team-leader and myself as primary negotiator.

Command post will remain here for now,

unless we go into the night, then we'll have to move.

Hopefully, it won't come to that. OK, inside the pub.

At this stage, we've only identified one target. That is Stacey Ray.

He's a dockethead with a list as long as your arm.

Now, he has at least one accomplice, if not more,

and intel suggests to us

that they're known associates of one Brian Marshall.

-Brian Marshall. -Now, this is all about diffusion.

It's probably manageable but possibly dangerous,

especially if there are hostages involved, OK?

Our number-one objective, as always,

is to resolve the situation peacefully.

These guys are high-risk, though, because they're out of their depth.

We trap them, they'll panic.

So let's treat it as worst-case scenario

regardless of what we think of their combined intellect.

Alright, Michael, you cover the back door. Keep your ear on the radio.

Stella, you and Josh - you're on eyes and ears.

You guys go with Michael, OK? Cover him.

Kerry, the number plate of that suss vehicle leads to a David Forbes.

We'll get an address and send someone around.

Yeah, he's a Footscray local. He's connected.

-Yeah, and he's not real bright. -No.

What do you reckon they want?

I reckon we turned up so quick they don't know what they want.

Alright, well, we'll sit tight, yeah? They'll come out.

Gotta get sick of beer nuts eventually.

Mm-hm.

Tango 1, Bravo side. I have the rear entrance in my sight.

Nothing to report.

KERRY ON RADIO: Just sit tight, Michael.

-Stace needs help. -(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

He's making bloody weird noises.

Just keeps ringing and ringing and ringing.

We gotta get him out of here, Gaz.

(MOBILE PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

-Get up! -(WHIMPERS)

You tell them we want an ambo.

(WHIMPERS) Hello.

Hello?

Yeah, we want an ambo.

-Who am I speaking with? -Abbie.

This is Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake of Tactical Response, Abbie.

We're here to help. Can you tell me, are you hurt in any way?

No.

Now, I can hear the person giving you instructions in the background.

Are they able to talk to me?

-He wants to talk to you. -No way!

No, no, he doesn't wanna talk to you.

That's OK. Anyone else there that'll talk to me?

Um...no, he won't talk to you either.

Abbie, you're doing a really good job, OK?

I promise I won't ask you anything that'll put you in danger.

(YELLS) Please! Can you just send us in an ambo?

Right, what for? Can you tell me who for?

One of the guys. When they came in, he fell down.

One of the guys who's with you now?

No, another one. I think he's unconscious.

OK, Abbie, I really need to talk to one of them.

Can you ask one of them to jump on the phone for me, please?

(WHIMPERS) Please, can you just do what they say?

Abbie, you're doing a great job.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I'll keep you safe, I promise.

(WHIMPERS)

Look, I wanna swap a hostage for an ambo!

-You've got women in there, right? -Why?

I just thought you could release them first, that's all.

What's your name? What should I call you?

-Just send me in an ambo! -Yeah, I'm working on that.

I can give you more reasons to send an ambo in.

We can beat the shit out of this little one. That we can do for you.

(CRIES)

I think if we send in one of ours,

we can confirm exactly who we're dealing with,

how many they've got in there, weapons, their state of mind.

We can work out how to play it from the inside.

Yeah, but our priority's gotta be those hostages.

We don't do anything till they're safe.

If we send someone in there,

there'll be no way we can contact them from here.

They'll need to stay in sight of those cameras.

-Hey. Sorry. -Save it. Come here.

You wanna be late like that again, just keep driving -

don't bother coming to work, alright?

Where's your head at, Dom? Is it home or here?

It's here.

Good. I hope so, 'cause I need you here.

-OK? -Yeah.

Hey, Dom.

Yeah?

Alright, what I want you to do is...

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Well, lucky for you, the ambos here

are actually concerned about your mate and wanna help him,

but there ARE some rules.

Yeah?!

Ambo goes in, you send me two people in return, OK?

He checks out your mate and then he's gone.

-Yep, alright. -Am I being clear?

Deal.

Good. (HANGS UP PHONE)

You ready?

Just trying to think back to first aid advanced. (LAUGHS)

Now, if you're feeling uncomfortable about this, speak up now, alright?

Nah, I'm cool.

-How's that? -Yeah, that's clear. Clear as day.

Could you just say something?

OK, how's that? How's that sound?

-Yeah, you're on. -OK.

We've gotta send them two hostages.

How about the piss-head?

Send him out.

-Alright, you. -Take the girls.

No, you.

You'll have to shoot me before I leave them here with you.

Yeah?

Kerry, eyes are up.

We've got Alpha 2, Delta 3 and 5 on the first floor.

Second floor, Charlie 2 and Delta 4.

That's all I could get. All the other blinds were drawn.

Hey, here they are. Good-o.

Now, where are those hostages?

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Alright. Jeez, OK. Steady on.

Get out!

Move away from the building!

Move towards the officers directly ahead of you.

It's just an oxygen tank.

-So, what happened to your mate? -Fell in the cellar.

He's hurt pretty bad.

Alright, how long ago did he fall?

About 20 minutes.

OK. So, where are the hostages?

They're here.

That's my pub, you bastards!

OK, Gracie.

Get them a blanket, get them warm. See what you can get out of them.

You right? I'm just gonna take you to the ambo, get you checked out.

What are your names?

Got him.

OK, look, I gotta get him to a hospital.

I can give him oxygen, but there's not much more I can do from here.

Can you get him something warm, please? He's freezing cold.

OK, I want sirens on. Sirens, lights, as loud as you can.

Everything you got.

(SIRENS WAIL)

What are they doing?

OK, target three is wearing dark camouflage pants,

a black hoodie and a yellow T-shirt.

He's about 5'11". Target two is a similar build.

They're carrying a double-barrelled 12-gauge sawn-off and a spear gun.

Repeat, a spear gun.

Targets appear agitated. They're not confident.

I couldn't see the hostages - they're not in the front bar.

Look, this guy's in a bad way.

-I'm staying here. -What are you doing?

I'm just talking to your mate here, trying to keep him conscious.

OK, so you stay with me.

So I'll just get you some oxygen, alright?

I wanna talk to the cop.

OK, cut them. Cut them.

-Cut them. -(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Alright, everyone.

How's it going in there?

Should we get your friend to hospital?

We want you to bring us our car.

Well, you got the keys, mate.

(SMASH!)

Bloody idiot! Now we got no phone!

My guess is it's Gary Lincoln.

He's a long-time buddy of David Falks.

David's been done for stealing cars,

but Gary, he's a bag-snatcher, a thief.

He's on a good-behaviour bond, which doesn't look like it's going so well.

My guess is this is their first big job.

You'll be OK. Just stay with me, huh?

Just listen to my voice. Think of getting out of here.

(WHEEZES)

Hey, there's a game on today.

Probably wished you stayed at home, huh?

(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)

I reckon I probably should've stayed at home today too.

So, what's this? Is this the room upstairs?

Yeah, he keeps it locked.

How we going?

Five remaining hostages taken upstairs,

but these guys didn't see where to.

-I told them to get out of my pub. -Good on you.

He knows this place pretty well, but you're no artist, are you, Des?

What have we got here? What's this?

That's just a window.

Er, great.

Give us the keys to the office, old man.

-What for? -Need another phone.

They're downstairs.

Let's go.

Hey, Gaz! He's probably got more money in the office!

(GRUNTS)

Hey, what are you doing? Get off him! Let him go!

Let him go!

GAZ: Get off him! What do you think you're doing?!

OK, just put the gun down! Put the gun down!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS AND WHEEZES)

-Why aren't we going in? -Wait.

Wait. We can't go in - we've got no idea where those hostages are.

-He just speared that guy. -Yes, yes, I know.

But if we go in, we scare them and they do something a whole lot worse.

I agree.

Alright, alright.

Grace, Josh, you're on the roof, alright?

See if you can get an entrance into the second floor.

You alright?

-Yeah, good. You? -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I've checked out the other pubs circa 1890,

and they're all the same - multiple guestrooms on the top floor.

I checked their website and this pub has eight rooms rented out,

and they all face windows.

You've gotta give them some credit -

they wouldn't put the hostages in a room with a view, yeah?

Hey, Marcel, can you get that image from Leon?

-Yep. -Operations.

Still no movement, Kerry.

Michael, could you save the radio for when there IS movement?

Copy that.

You ever...shot anyone?

(SIGHS)

My senior sergeant did.

Keeps flashing in my mind.

(YELLS) I am not going to shoot you!

Oh, yes, you are. Shoot me!

I can see it exactly how it happened.

(ECHOES) Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!

Just...

..over and over again, like a video playing.

(GUNFIRE)

I can't...get it out of my head, actually.

Have you slept?

-I'll tell you if I'm not OK. -OK.

(SIGHS)

DAVE: You won't be trying that again, will you, old man?

Shut up, Dave. You're not doin' anything to get us out of here.

-You don't know what you're doin'. -And you do, Gaz?

Look, he needs attention. He's lost a lot of blood.

You have to let him get to a hospital.

I'm not leaving here till these mongrels are out of my pub.

(MUFFLED THUD)

These old pubs, eh?

Everything sounds like it's right on top of you.

OK, OK, so the hostages are right here.

Leon, this bathroom, that's just above where Dom is, isn't it?

Um, yeah, give or take.

OK, what are the dimensions of that bathroom?

Oh, you're looking at about two metres.

-OK, and on the floor plan? -3.5.

Right, OK, so there must have been

some sort of renovation in this bathroom here,

leaving this sort of central room

with only a door, that's a cupboard or a storeroom.

They've gotta be there.

Alright, Josh, I want you to start looking

about 2.5 metres in from the south wall in line with Charlie window 3.

Copy that, Kerry.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

(MAN COUGHS)

(WHISPERS) Kerry, we're right above them. We can hear them.

Wait, Josh. Don't move.

We have direct access. Permission to go in?

Wait. My order is to wait.

(MOBILE RINGS)

I want a van - full tank.

Well, I'll have to clear that sort of thing with the commissioner.

No! My gun is trained on your ambo's head.

If I see a shadow of a copper, I'm pulling the trigger.

No more talk.

He's hung up.

Alright, in you go, Josh.

Stella, on the roof. Give 'em a hand.

Josh, we'll try and keep 'em at the front of the pub

but be as quick as you can.

He said we gotta wait till they clear it with the 'permissioner'.

He has to ask the 'permissioner', it means he's listening.

I can't move my arm.

Let him go. I don't have the equipment to help him.

I'll tell them we'll swap the van for the injured publican.

That'll cause a distraction round the front of the pub and they can...

Yep.

Hey, guys. Inner cordon with tyre spikes. Surround it, OK?

Good news.

The commissioner has approved the van for you

but first you have to do something for me.

GAZ: (ON PHONE) No more hostages. No-one else!

Yep, alright, alright.

But I have to see the injured man.

You're not going anywhere until you let me see him.

Need to know he's OK.

Come on, mate. Be fair. Just bring him to the front.

Now, back up the van.

Open the door, Davo.

KERRY: Don't shoot! Hold your fire.

Alright, alright.

Shh.

Gaz, they're doin' it! It's backing up.

Take the two girls. They'll be easiest to handle.

What about Stace?

Dave, he's with the ambo. He's only gonna weigh us down.

We leave no man behind.

If you was him and he was you, he'd leave you behind, that's for sure.

I'll go get the girls.

Target two is heading towards you, Josh.

He's armed. Just watch your back.

Dave, if you wanna piss, you say now

'cause once we're on the road we're not stoppin'.

(WHISPERS) OK, go. Quick, quick, quick.

Come on. Get up. You're coming upstairs.

No, I need to stay with your mate. He's not good.

-Get up. Get up! -(GRUNTS)

Gaz. Gaz, get up here!

OK, Lawson, the hostages are clear.

We're going back in.

It was the owner! How else do you reckon they got out?

I knew I shouldn't have believed you two.

Come here, you never once knew what you was doin'.

-You should have bloody killed him. -It's not my fault!

We'll take the pub guy and the ambo with us.

-What do you think you're doin'? -(GRUNTS LOUDLY)

-Call it off, Gary. It's over. -I'll say when it's over.

Your mate's dead.

He died.

Stace?

And you wanna kill him too?

You should have bloody killed him before.

Well, you wanna kill me? I'm having a baby in two months.

He's a grandfather. You shot a kid's grandfather today.

What? Are you alright with that?

Come on, guys.

It's over!

You're full of shit. Come back, you bastard!

(GUN FIRES)

KERRY: (YELLS) Get down! Get down!

-Lawson, can you see Dom? -He's OK. He's OK.

There's none left.

-You're a dead man. -It's a two-round shotty.

As I said, there's none left.

Can always reload.

This is bullshit.

-I'm outta here. -Watch it!

Target sighted, rear car park. I'm engaging.

I've got him, OK? I've got him.

Police. Don't move.

(ROARS)

-(GUN FIRES) -(SCREAMS)

Just stay down.

Stay down. You OK?

(GRUNTS AND WHIMPERS)

DOM: You hear that? Give yourself up, Gary.

Gonna be a long time between drinks.

They're not here for you.

Go on. Piss off.

I'm coming out.

Shotgun's still inside.

What do you reckon?

Sniper?

Bit harsh.

-Dogs? -Yeah, maybe.

-Gas. -Yeah, I think gas.

Yeah, me too.

-You right, mate? -Yeah, sweet.

Lawson, we're set.

('LAY DOWN YOUR GUNS' BY JIMMY BARNES PLAYS ON JUKEBOX)

Stace.

(MOANS)

Come on.

You know, in boxing you got till the count of 10 to get up.

You know, no-one gets up at, like, two.

I'm just saying that, you know,

we don't expect you on your feet till about nine.

-Right, you're into boxing, are you? -Nah.

Into whisky, though.

We've been sitting outside a pub all day

and I just thought maybe we could, you know...

Maybe somewhere a little more low-key...

..without a dead guy in the front bar.

(LAUGHS) Yeah. Good-o.

-Grace, I didn't mean to tell Leon. -Bullshit.

No, really, I'm sorry.

Oh...

There's two girls in this squad, Stella.

I know how ambitious you are.

No, you showed me how you wanna play it, so this is how we'll play it.

Let's go.

Hey, Domino, thought I might give you an update

on the whole Nina situation.

Not a situation.

Oh, Nina's got a patchy record.

She's had nine bingles in the past two years.

Full nine of them into the cars of male drivers.

-All men, huh? -Yeah.

-And she's got an AVO out on her. -Right.

Figured I might go crash into her, if that's alright with you?

Yeah, you're a perfect match.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, yeah, and, Michael, your parents are out the front to pick you up.

No, they're not.

Yeah, yeah, they are. They're out the front.

Seriously, they're not. They're in Majorca.

-Bullshit. I checked the plates. -(LAUGHS)

-Beer, guys? -No, I'm fine, thanks.

I got a person and a half waiting for me at home.

-Give you that lift. See you, guys. -See you.

Cheers.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

(DOOR OPENS)

You can't just come over here like this.

Come on.