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Stella, can you tell me how long Dandenong Road is? Thank you.

Why?

Because I'm driving and I'm in charge.

And you're in the back with the street directory.

Shut up, monkey boy, or I'll scare you with some water!

-I told you I'm clean. -You sure?

I can see monkey fluff out the back of your shirt.

-No, you can't. -It's on your neck.

My 20 days are up. I'm clear of all diseases - monkey, dog or human.

I can show you my report, if you like.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) We have a two-vehicle chase in Spring Street.

Blue Commodore, mag wheels. Three males on board.

Pursued by a white Mazda. Heading east.

Drive, monkey. Drive.

-Yep. -This is TR-1, VKC. We're on that.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

What was that?

(ALARM BEEPS)

Burning toast.

It didn't sound like burning toast.

Don't worry about it.

(EXPLOSION)

Shit.

That's my car.

VKC, this is TR-1.

We're on Kensington Road, turning into Hobsons Road.

This is TR-1. We now have a visual on the Commodore and the Mazda.

Just hang back.

They're turning left

into the abandoned glue factory on Hobsons Road.

Oi! You're dead, you bastard!

Yeah, chuck it. Chuck it now!

VKC, Mazda is now on its roof. We need fireys and ambos down here now.

Alright, guys. We're gonna get you out.

-You hurt? Pain anywhere? -No, I'm fine.

You alright? I need you to keep your eyes open.

MAN: Ryan!

Can you feel any numbness? Any pins and needles?

-Ryan, Ryan! -Step out.

-(PHONE RINGS) -Ryan, come on.

Ryan, what's going on? Come on, mate. Get out.

-Yep, yep. Come on, get up. -Ryan. Ryan!

I'm just helping him out.

I understand that.

-But you need to step back. -I'm not letting...

-Hey, it's Kerry. -Not now!

-She won't wait! -Get him out of the car.

We need some space.

Kerry, no time right now.

What? Grace's not even here.

MAN: Let me help you get out!

Ben, I'm not going to tell you again.

-Is she alright? -Just stand over there.

We'll get you out of here, OK?

Send her out here. We'll keep an eye on her.

The door's jammed so we'll have to wait for the fireys

but once they're here, you're gonna be OK.

I can't feel anything. Is it bad?

Yeah, entry point would be the driver's side window,

which means they've probably come past in a car

or on the back of a bike.

Do the job and get away fast.

Probably a champers bottle.

On the upside, it's heavy enough to break the glass, but it's risky.

Whole thing can blow up in your hand.

Unless you're a nutter.

So...what were you parked here for anyway, Grace?

My battery died. I needed a lift.

Yeah, but it's 20 minutes out of Grace's way.

I could've just come and got you. No problem.

What can I tell you, Dom?

Hey, Ben. Your parents will need to come down to the station.

They'll need to be there when you make your statement.

They live in Singapore.

Alright. Well, who looks after you?

My school. I'm a boarder.

Well, they'll need to be there.

Listen, you're gonna have to answer some questions

that'll just help you out in the long-term.

Know what I mean?

So, what went on?

-Nothing. -Yeah?

Who was in the other car?

They were guys from Ballard High.

-Right. And you guys? -St Patrick's.

You know their names?

Maybe your mate will have a better memory.

He won't.

If he ends up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life,

he'll probably want to know who did it to him.

Have a think about it.

You OK?

Want to walk with me?

So, what's in your name? Rego, car, electoral roll...

Rego's in my name. The house is in both our names.

OK, we'll get them changed today.

At this stage, whoever knows what car you drive

might not necessarily know where you live.

Get Leon to pull up all your incident reports.

Go through them thoroughly.

Can you think of anyone who might be a bit more pissed off than usual?

I really don't know. I can't think right now.

If you can't manage this, someone else can do it.

I'll do it.

OK. So you and Connor should stay somewhere else for a couple of days.

-It's not necessary. -Just stay somewhere else!

Connor's in Bendigo.

Ah, of course he is.

Do you think he's angry enough to firebomb your car?

Not yet.

Hey, Leon.

Got an address on the Commodore. It's up on the MDU now.

Ah, yep. Got it, thanks.

Ah, yeah. The car's registered in the name of Jared Coombes.

Date of birth, 24 June 1990.

OK, we'll swing by and have a little chat to Jared

about playing chicken with fast cars.

Swing away.

Hey, what happened to Grace?

Her car got blown up.

Outside Josh's place. Scandal!

Oh, my God!

Pull all of Grace's incident reports up and email them to me, will you?

If she doesn't ask for them by the end of her shift, I want to know.

What, you're asking me to dog on a mate for not doing her homework?

I'm not sure she'll think of you as a mate.

Ouch.

Last job I did before I left the squad was a car bomb.

Thanks for that, Dom.

I'm not saying not to take it personally,

but at least there was no intention for you to actually be in the car.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey. No, I'm fine.

At least I wasn't in the car.

I am fine.

(SIGHS) Look, can we talk about this a bit later?

Ooh...hang on.

So it's three days.

Well, we can talk... I'll just let you know when...

-Are you hungry? -Nah.

-I'm going to get something. -Alright.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Josh?

OK, well, we'll talk a bit later?

-Josh, are you there? -Yep.

-Where are you guys? -Refuelling.

Grace alright?

Yeah, she's walking up and down a bit. But she's alright.

Call me when you're done.

OK.

You too. 'Bye.

Connor?

He gonna be away a few more days?

Come and stay with me.

No.

Stay with me.

This is ridiculous, Josh.

It's stupid, it's crazy, it's selfish, it's mean.

He didn't ask where the car was,

but when the paperwork comes through it'll say where it happened.

So tell him you were picking me up.

Josh, I wasn't picking you up.

Grace...

I don't know who I am when I'm with you.

I can't...can't do this.

Can't do it.

Yeah, thanks, Leon.

Let us know if there's any change with the kid.

C6 injury. That's a wheelchair.

Well, here we are. Welcome to the mortgage belt.

Ah, looks like we've got a hormone cocktail on our hands.

50 bucks Jared's parents are away for the weekend.

Yeah, and he promised, crossed his heart and hoped to die

that he wouldn't have a party.

Yes, mate?

They've got the gun.

They've what?

They've got my gun!

I knock on the door and they come at me out of nowhere.

Well, what were you doing there?

I patrol the industrial estate.

These guys have been hooning up and down all arvo.

Then one of them sideswiped my van with his bloody ute.

I got out to complain and they just flattened me.

They got it out of my bumbag.

You keep your gun in your bumbag?

-(LAUGHS) -Alright, alright.

What was it?

.45 automatic.

Alright.

-(CHUCKLES) -Enough, enough.

Maybe you should go home, Grace.

I don't want to go home.

You sure?

Take a few days off, go to Bendigo.

Jerk.

Why not?

-Stop it, Josh. -Grace. Grace!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(HORN HONKS)

Want me to drive?

Well, if we go storming in there, anything could happen.

I could go in. I don't look that much older than them.

I get in there, find the gun,

work out where Jared and the others from the Commodore are.

Once we know they're in there, we shut the whole thing down.

At least we know we got them.

Come on, Lawson! You gotta let me off the L-plate sooner or later.

Stella goes with you.

Get the gun first. Then Jared.

I don't need Stella to come with me.

Michael, it wasn't a choice.

So get that frown off and frock on.

(REPEATS MOCKINGLY)

Looking good, Sandrelli. Looking real good.

So, what's with the ring, gay boy?

-That turns me on. -Ow!

Why would you do that?

-It's infected. -Do you want me to call a vet?

Said it would take a while to heal.

If I had a choker chain, I'd lead you in on all fours.

Take it easy, Stella.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYS)

-Hey, street search. -Yeah.

Hey, be careful.

Hi!

(RETCHES)

Alright, we need you blokes to make sure we don't get any new arrivals.

-You want a perimeter? -Yep.

We'll take here round the front, you guys round the back.

-Make sure you cover Oak Street yeah? -Yes, sir.

Ah, kids' party. Booze, a bit of under-age mayhem.

-Tactical response? -They've got a gun inside.

Some kid nicked it off a security guard.

I've sent Stella and Michael in, in civvies.

OK. So where do you want us?

Just stand by, in case we do have to go in.

Alright.

Hey, how are you going?

-Mmm. -Any idea who?

No, it's driving me crazy.

Got somewhere else to stay?

-Yeah. -Good.

Having problems with your legs?

No problem at all.

How do you know Jared?

Jared?

Hey!

Hey, how funny was that with the security guard!

-How they got the gun off him. -Yeah, I know. Fully!

-Yeah. Hey, where are they? -Who?

The dudes from the front. So I can take a picture.

-Oh, I think they went upstairs. -OK, sweet.

-Hey! -Hey!

Sorry.

You're supposed to be looking for my purse.

Whatever. Thanks a lot. I was in then.

I'm going to go look upstairs.

-What? -I'm going to go look upstairs!

OK.

What's up? Hey.

Hurry up, Sims. Hurry up and hand it over.

It's mine, alright.

Oi, Sims.

Stop being a dickhead. Stop pissing about, alright?

-It's only a gun. -Hey!

-(WOLF-WHISTLING) -(LAUGHTER)

Go, Danny.

-Is that yours? -Yeah.

-Cool. Can I hold it? -Nah.

-Can't let ya. -(SOME CAJOLE)

-Come on, Danny! -Let her hold it.

-No way. -But I wanna take a photo with it.

-Nah. No, I can't do it. -(SOME CAJOLE)

-Let her do it! -Can't let ya.

So maybe we should go somewhere quieter.

(ALL SHOUT ENCOURAGINGLY)

-Happy birthday, Danny! -Yeah!

BOY: Off you go. Take her in there!

-Danny! -(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

Danny!

(EXCITED CHATTER)

-Can you stand there? -Yeah.

OK, hold it up.

-(CAMERA CLICKS) -Good!

-OK, now one of you and me. -Yeah.

Smile.

-(CAMERA CLICKS) -Good!

-Now, hold it up. -Yeah?

Yeah.

Argh! What are you doing?

-This isn't yours, is it, mate? -Oh, you're a bloody cop!

-Don't feel inadequate. -Get off!

Stop moving! OK, get up!

-(GRUNTS) Bitch. -OK, now, open the door.

And that's Constable Bitch to you, Danny boy.

(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS)

DANNY: Get off me!

Jared! Jared! Cops! Cops!

Dom.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Nice work. Where's Michael?

Coming. Do you want me to go back in?

-I'll go in. -No, no, stay here.

I need you on the outside, alright?

I smell like ciggies and alcopops - I need to get changed.

Grace, you don't have any clothes on you, do you?

Or are you keeping them at Josh's place these days?

(MUSIC BLARES)

Hey! Hey!

(HUBBUB)

Where'd that lot come from?

LAWSON: Looks like it's payback time.

-BOY: Shit! -MICHAEL: Hey!

-Do you know this girl? -Her name's Sienna or something.

Sienna!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Alright, let's go.

(AGGRESSIVE YELLING)

Hey, Sienna! Can you hear me?

You, get a team around the back and block them off.

-(AGGRESSIVE SHOUTING) -(GLASS SHATTERS)

LAWSON: Leon! Get the traffic management unit down here.

No-one else is to get in. Shutting it down.

-Know what she's taken? -No. The cops showed up.

Everyone took what they had.

-Is Michael out? -No, not yet.

(SIRENS WAIL, GLASS SHATTERS)

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Don't do this!

-You're Jared? -Yeah, man. Do I know you?

-(GLASS SHATTERS) -No!

OK, Sienna, come on!

(SMASH!)

Jared! Those boys - they're here to get you, aren't they?

This is because of the accident, isn't it?

I was there. I helped pull them out.

-(COUGHS) -Hey! Hey!

Hey! You're alright.

You're a cop.

I'm just here to find out what happened.

I didn't see who threw the bat. I don't know who threw the bat.

I didn't ask.

Jared, I'm gonna need your help getting her out of here, alright?

-Yep. -Let's go.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

OK. You're right.

Constable over here on this door. Enough of that - get him inside.

One of you blokes up there - on this door up here.

Alright, let's stagger them just one by one, alright?

Just stay with me, alright? Gotta keep your eyes open.

LAWSON: Stagger them one by one, OK? Not all at once.

Yeah, we got it, Lawsy. Yep, that's it.

Just hold them back, hold them back.

Boofhead.

OK, just take it easy.

Her name's Sienna.

-Michael, need you over here. -You'll be right, OK? Jared, thanks.

-Hang on. Jared Coombes? -Yeah.

Were you driving that Commodore today?

Yes.

-Alright, charge this bloke, alright? -Hang on!

It's not a great idea to put him in the car with the others.

Well, sort it out - get him over there, then. Go on.

-OK. -OFFICER: Go home, people.

Show's over, folks! Thanks very much! (CLAPS)

Unless you wanna join your mates.

MAN: When you want Santa to come, you gotta stay out of trouble.

JARED: What will they charge me with?

Speeding, driving dangerously, leaving the scene of an accident,

recklessly causing injury.

They might go easier on you if you told them who threw the bat.

But I didn't see who threw the bat.

You're the driver, you're responsible for whatever happens in your car,

you wear it all.

You lot threw a bat, put one of them in hospital,

so they trash your house -

these things go on and on,

until, one day, no-one even remembers who started it.

Is it worth it?

-One of them keyed Dylan's car... -"One of them keyed..."

(SHOUTS) Alright, well, Jared...

..now one of them's in hospital, and you're looking at serious charges

just because someone keyed someone's car?

I mean, that kid's gonna end up in a wheelchair.

(PAPER TEARS) Here.

If you need help.

Uh, have you gone through the incident reports yet?

I'm gonna do them tomorrow.

I wanna go home.

You going home or are you going somewhere else?

Well, I could stay with a friend,

but I really don't feel like just answering questions all night.

-Well, stay at a motel or something. -OK. OK, Kerry, yep.

Hey.

Oh, nothing bitchy to say?

This is bullshit, Grace.

You've been moping around all day, everyone's feeling sorry for you.

"Poor Grace."

How do you know it wasn't Connor that blew up your car?

-(LAUGHS RUEFULLY) Shut it, Stella. -Maybe one of Josh's girlfriends.

I reckon you like the attention.

I had a terrible morning, a really horrible day,

so I'm trying really hard to figure out why you're putting the boot in.

You've been playing around with Josh and Connor. Now everyone's involved.

You want sympathy and I don't have it.

It's over, anyway.

-Oh, when? -Today.

-(SARCASTICALLY) Are you alright? -Yeah.

Good. Get on with it, shall we?

Are we just about done here?

Isn't there a report to write up?

Yeah, why do I have to do it?

Well, fact that you're never on time lately just led me to believe

that you've now adopted a flexible workplace strategy.

I'm just going with it.

Right, well, I've just gotta call my wife,

tell her I'm working some overtime, eh?

Dom.

Not overtime - catch-up.

(KEYBOARD CLATTERS)

Goodnight.

Grace.

Oi! Just stop for a second!

LEON: They're gonna get him. They're gonna get him.

Oh! Oh, man!

Those machines can do so much more than download porn.

If you want someone to sit on their arse,

checking out stuff they shouldn't be watching, then I'm your man.

You know that. I'm all over it.

Maybe you two are rostered on for more hours

than we actually need you.

Mmm, mmm, maybe, but check this bit out here. Oh!

Look at that - schoolkids gone feral!

Posted last week.

And in case you haven't clocked it,

the guy on the ground's the one from St Pat's.

(CRUNCHES)

(CLATTERING)

(CLICK)

Get on your knees!

Bloody hell, Josh!

You...you dickhead!

Could have blown your bloody...

..blown your bloody head off, Josh!

JOSH: Sorry, sorry.

-Sorry. (LAUGHS) -Ohh!

Ta.

So...

See you later, eh?

Yep.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Who is this?

Hello?

Jared?

You've got messages.

Mm-hm.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

CONNOR: Hi, gorgeous.

Just calling to say how much I miss you.

I'm serious, Gracie - you should be here with me.

And being away from you for any time makes me realise what we've got.

Been here two days and I'm already lonely.

Anyway, call me as soon as you get home.

'Bye.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Let go of me.

(CLATTER)

Oi! Oi!

(WHEELS SCREECH)

Hey, Jared!

Ohh!

-(PHONE RINGS) -Michael.

MICHAEL: Lawson, I need help.

Uh...backup, I need backup.

South-east of Jared's place, where the Mazda crashed.

-There's more of 'em. -Get a hold of Stella.

LAWSON: Have you got a weapon?

Nah.

Well, then, you wait there, OK?

Michael, listen to me, you wait for your backup.

Alright.

(GRUNTING)

Who threw it, Jared?

JARED: Ohh! Ugh!

Tell us! Tell us now!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! Leave him alone!

-Get outta here! -Guys, cut it out.

Jared, let's go.

I'm a cop, this is done, OK? We're done.

You don't look like much of a cop.

What, are you doing work experience down at the cop shop, eh?

I was at the accident today, remember?

-Get out of here! -(METALLIC CRASHING)

JARED: Ohh! Ugh!

-Ohh! -Jared!

Piss off!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Ohh! Arrgh!

Alright, alright, that's enough!

Thought we told you to leave.

-Ohh! -(GRUNTING)

Alright, alright!

Ohh!

How long is this going to go on for?

Just until he tells us who threw the bat.

-He's never going to tell you. -Well, you better.

(COUGHS)

Alright.

Let's get this over with.

I gotta get him to a hospital.

MAN: Police! Get away over there!

-WOMAN: Police, get back! -You, move! Get over there!

Up against the wall. Move now!

Up against the wall.

You deaf, mate? Up against the wall!

Down on your knees, down on your knees.

JARED: (COUGHS) Ohh!

(GASPS)

JARED: Dylan.

Hmm?

Dylan threw the bat.

(SNIFFS)

You ready to make a statement?

JARED: Yeah.

So you wade in with no support

and no go-ahead.

Hope you don't think that's some sort of strategy.

Just doesn't work.

Shhh! You did good.

JOSH: Two males, probably in their late 20s,

in a recent model Falcon station wagon,

champagne colour.

Rego's Whisky Bravo...something else, I didn't get the rest.

OK, thanks. 'Bye.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

Can I get one of those?

And say they find them.

How do we explain that?

How do we explain you here?

I don't know, Grace.

I didn't plan this either.

I hate this, Josh.

(SIGHS)

I know.

I want to stay with you.