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(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

(SOBS AND EXHALES)

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Hey.

-Hi. -Connor.

You OK?

I was just on my way to a job.

They're making us work. Can you believe that?

Wanted to come in and make sure you're OK.

I'm OK.

Good.

OK. I'll see you guys later.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I thought he was alright. What's going on?

Look, with brain injuries, the first 24 hours are critical.

After the initial drain, we thought he'd stabilise.

-But... Look, I gotta keep moving. -Yeah, sure.

So what's wrong with him?

Intracranial pressure started building about eight hours ago.

CT scan shows there's some swelling on the left side.

We've got to go back in there, relieve the pressure

and find out what's causing it.

Oh, jeez.

The last concussion must've started off a few bleeds.

-(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) -Excuse me.

Yeah?

Hmm. I'll be there in 15. Thanks.

-Are you family? -No. Dom...

We work in the same Tactical Squad.

-Are his parents here? -Uh, no, they're dead.

He's got no brothers and sisters.

His wife is here. They've just had a baby.

Well, I'll need her consent to operate.

And we need that filled out.

-Um, "organ donor". -It's standard procedure.

I don't think she needs to see this right now.

-I'm not going to give her this. -Someone has to.

-Alright, give me a few minutes then -One.

Then we gotta start prepping him.

Hey. Hey!

You should work on your bedside manner.

Ohhhhh.

-(SCOFFS) -(CHUCKLES)

-Oh. -BOY: Snuffy!

Hey, boys!

Oi, kick us a goal, mate.

Go.

-Whoa! -(BOYS CHEER)

-Go, you beauty! -Go, Snuffy!

(BOYS CHEER)

-Yeah! -Go, Snuffy!

-Whoo! -Fucking legend!

(BOYS CALL OUT)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(ROARS)

-Ha! -(DRIVER BEEPS HORN FRANTICALLY)

MAN ON RADIO: VKC to Tango 1.

Traffic incident in Errol Street, North Melbourne.

We have a male offender disrupting traffic.

Come on. It's not far.

VKC, this is TR1. We're on that.

(PHONE RINGS)

How can they not notice?

So far I've claimed my foot, my knee, my hip

and this awkward bladder problem.

What do you reckon I should go for next?

Gonna call the cops on US.

My back.

I need a back injury.

(RINGING TONE)

Get us out of here. Nothing's happening.

Josh, tip said Medivic was going to get hit today sometime.

They're loaded up for Friday payouts.

The tip is wrong. No-one's showing.

Look, ARS have command and control.

Nothing I can do. They say when you go.

Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

-It's a joke that we're working. -I know.

Today of all days. We shouldn't be here.

Bosses think we should stay busy.

Anyway, it's almost 5:00. Medivic will be closed soon.

Well, I'll meet you at the hospital.

Yep.

-Any word on Dom? -No. Nothing yet.

How's Grace?

Yeah, she's good. Says she feels OK.

Hey, um, you'll never guess where me and Stell are headed.

-Snuffy Wells - remember him? -Yeah.

He's in a pub in his undies.

-Why do you get all the good jobs? -I know.

I'll talk to you later.

We staying?

-How the mighty have fallen, hey? -What?

Well, 80,000 people used to turn up to a match

pretty much just to watch this bloke play.

What? Now he's dancing around in the street in his undies?

Ladies first.

I recognised who he was and sent him in the back.

I don't think anyone noticed he's not wearing...

-Any daks. -Yeah.

He ordered six martinis and 2g of speed.

Oh. Here we go.

Snuffy Wells.

You know what?

I saw you kick seven goals in the pouring rain on one leg.

Hmm. Sydney, '94.

Yeah. Same day you got booked for biting 'Plugger' Lockett.

(CHUCKLES) What a mango.

How old were you?

Oh, I was 19.

Snuffy was 26.

(CHUCKLES)

That's depressing.

So...Snuffy in trouble?

I tell you what.

You fix up your little bar tab here,

give the barman a nice tip,

maybe put the pants on,

let me call you a cab, we'll take you home, we'll call it square, eh?

-Is that all? -Well, you tell me. Is there more?

Nah.

-Course not. -Good.

Just having a bit of a laugh. (CHUCKLES)

A bit of fun.

So I took me duds off. So what?

(CHUCKLES)

Alright, you'd better hurry up.

Otherwise the press will be here and that's the last thing you need.

Really saw me kick seven at the 'G?

Bloody oath, I did.

(RINGING TONE)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Stella.

-Yeah, it's me. -Yeah, what's going on?

Uh, Grace is OK, but Dom's had another bleed.

They're prepping him for surgery now.

-So do you want us down there? -No, no. Finish your shift.

Apparently, he's gonna be in there for a while.

Could you call the rest of the crew for me?

Yeah. You got it.

Hey, Stella...it's serious.

WOMAN: Wait.

Sergeant Joshua.

Yeah.

D24 operator just called.

The silent alarm's going off.

In here?

Yeah. Can you see anything?

Nuh.

No-one coming in or out?

There's a thousand people coming in and out but no-one dodgy.

You want me to shut the place down?

No. Just get to closing time and then we'll pull you out.

(SIGHS)

He said maybe another five hours

then we'll know something about Dom.

-How's Sandy? -Oh, she's holding up.

You OK?

Yep.

Just a headache.

You really got smacked around, Gracie.

-(CLEARS THROAT) -You were out for half an hour...

I'm fine. They checked me out and said...

Sure, but I'll get the doctor, get you something for your...

No.

This is what I was talking about.

This job.

You just never know what's gonna happen next.

I have been wanting to talk...

You and your friends, you...

You think this is normal.

It's not, Gracie.

It's not normal.

I'm in love with Josh.

And I can't help it.

I'm in love with him.

I am sorry.

Cheers.

OK. I've covered every body part. There's nothing left to claim.

10 minutes.

You coming over to the hospital?

Yeah, course.

Hey.

I got into Special Ops.

Really?

Not actually in, but you know,

got accepted into the training program.

Just considering my options, whether I go for it or not.

Well, if you have a crack, I'm sure you'll phone it in.

Hey! Hey.

How you going?

-Dom's gone in. -Yeah. Yeah, I heard.

He's gonna be fine, Sandy.

(SIGHS) You'll see. He's a trouper.

Can I get you anything?

-Cup of tea? Coffee? -No.

-Bickie? -Nuh.

How's the bubs?

She's great.

-Yeah? -She's beautiful.

I just put her down. She's in the nursery.

Picked a name yet?

No, I'm waiting for Dom.

We've got two choices but we wanted to see what she looked like first.

See what suited her.

Can I see her?

-Now? -Yeah, why not?

The big boss can stay here, tell them where to find you.

(SIGHS) Come on.

So does she look like Dom?

Yeah. She does.

-That's unfortunate, isn't it? -(SANDY CHUCKLES)

Just need two minutes.

About a minute to go.

Silent alarm's gone off again.

-In here? -No. The storeroom. Sub-basement.

Right. I'm gonna find out what's going on.

Sergeant...

No, I've been in here all day scratching my arse.

I wanna know what's going on.

-Hey. It's alright. -Sergeant Joshua, Tactical Response.

There's been a silent alarm triggered in your basement.

I need to look. Can you show me where?

-We gotta go. -Dom?

Snuffy Wells.

God help us.

What the hell are you doing down here?

JOSH: I'm sick of waiting.

Yeah, well, I told you. They've been getting false alarms all week.

It's nothing. A blip. Now you've gone and burnt the job.

Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake. This is Constable Dagostino.

How you going? Yeah, he's locked the door and he's not letting anyone in.

-Is he armed? -Yeah, he's got a knife.

Alright.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Hey.

-Heard the news? -What news?

You're a hero. You and Dom.

Oh.

They spelt your name wrong and...

..your photo from your graduation's a bit tragic, but... (CHUCKLES)

Is everything OK?

Mmm. The bloody lights in here.

Oh, here. Let me... Let me turn them off.

-There we go. -Ta.

Where's Connor?

He's gone for a walk.

Hey, I brought you something to cheer you up.

You can log on, get footy results, porn, whatever you like.

(CHUCKLES) Great.

My favourite sites are bookmarked.

Thank you. It's OK.

Leon, can you hear me?

(QUIRKY RINGTONE PLAYS)

-Josh? -I need your help.

I need everything you can get

on the buildings west of the Medivic office.

-What's going on? -I'm not at my desk, mate.

Give me a minute to get up to speed. I'll get back to you.

-OK. Thanks, mate. -Excuse me. Police.

Sorry. I need to get online. Excuse me. Excuse me.

-JOSH: Yep? -Yep.

Right. Let's go.

Torch.

What's he saying?

The usual. That there's no point. That he's done. That he's a joke.

Has he got any family or relatives? He was married, wasn't he?

Yeah. Three times.

But he reckons he just wants to talk to you.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Mr Wells?

-Snuffy? -SNUFFY: Piss off!

Senior Sergeant Blake, Snuffy.

The one who saw me bite that Plugger?

Yeah, yeah. That's me.

Alright, come on in, mate.

Not them other pricks. Just you.

Alright. Just me.

-(UNLOCKS DOOR) -Check on Dom?

-Yeah. -OK.

Snuffy?

In here.

Oh, Snuffy.

Sit there.

Alright.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Oi! Police! Freeze! Stop!

-Brian Marshall. -Mr Joshua.

-What are you doing down here? -Get over here. Get on your knees.

Mate, I was just having a look around, you know.

I was thinking, "Jeez, what is this place, eh?"

Hey! Police!

I haven't done nothing. What are you charging me with?

OFFICER: Get up!

Josh, it's part of an old power station...

(VOICE BREAKS UP)

-Yeah, you're breaking up. -Josh?

Josh, are you reading me? Hello?

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(WATER TRICKLES)

After '98 I hurt my knee.

Back was stuffed.

Everyone wanted me to be the same, but, you know...

..body was just...

Just wasn't the same.

Yeah, I remember.

Snuffy, you know I'm here to help you, don't you?

So why don't we get you out of that bath, get you dry

and go and talk about this somewhere else?

-What do you say, hey? -(LAUGHS)

-Yeah? -Nah. Nuh.

(GROANS)

Roll over!

Roll over, hands behind your back!

Do it!

Hey! Stop it!

Stop! Don't do that!

(SCREAMS)

Ah!

Oh, no.

Oh!

JOSH!

I'm bad luck.

I always have been.

Something's gonna go wrong, I'm there.

But Dom, he's good luck.

Wins everything - lotto, footy raffle.

He won a car once. Did you know that?

(LAUGHS) No.

But I'm bad luck.

All the time I knew something bad was gonna happen.

-You're not bad luck. -(SOBS) Yeah, I am.

No, sweetheart, you're not bad luck.

You've had this beautiful, healthy baby girl...

What is it?

I just...

CONNOR: Help. I need some help in here.

My wife, she's not breathing. My wife's not breathing.

(SEVERAL PEOPLE TALK AT ONCE)

(GROANS)

Alright, just try not to move.

Right, it hasn't gone through a major artery or anything.

Yeah?

If it did, you'd probably be dead by now.

-Listen, I'm gonna go get some help. -Don't go.

I have to get you off that metal spike, then.

Yeah?

-Yeah. -Alright.

There's no good way to do this.

-Ready? -Ready.

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Alright, this has gotta lead out to somewhere.

-You afraid of the dark? -No.

-Michael! -Yep. Josh. Hey, down here. Hey.

-You alright? What happened? -Yeah.

The dickhead here just got a copper spike through him. He's fine.

He's just having a whinge. But I'm gonna need your help with him.

There's a stormwater drain down here that's gotta lead out somewhere.

-Did you get the other guy? -Yeah, I chained him to a pipe.

He's pretty pissed off.

Nice.

Most people don't get it.

Most people don't realise how hard it is to be me.

I'm so sick of it, just so sick of it.

I know you remember, you get it, Snuffy can tell, but...

Hold on a tick, will ya?

Hey, where ya going? You can't just leave me.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's not gonna bloody do anything.

I'm just gonna have to wait it out, unfortunately.

He's sitting in the bath with a knife to his throat.

He looks like a bloody...dickhead.

-Any word on Dom? -Nuh.

What is it?

Lawson?

-Oh, there you are. Snuff... -(ELECTRICITY ZAPS)

Michael, where the hell are you?

Leon, no idea. We're in a stormwater drain off that building we were in.

Stormwater drain. OK, gotcha.

-Where's Josh? -Yeah, I'm here too.

OK, just keep going. I'll get Lawson to you.

-Dom? -Uh, no.

It's not Dom.

(RAIN PATTERS)

The doctors don't know what happened.

Connor said that...

..Grace was talking,

that her head hurt but it was nothing...

And then she just...went.

He's given permission for an autopsy so we should find out...

..what went wrong.

Probably by tomorrow.

Dom's OK.

They located the bleed and...everything looks good.

We've lost one of our crew.

That should never happen.

And now the big question is

did we screw up?

If you think that we did anything wrong, then be direct.

Alright, rank's off, this is just between us.

There's gonna be no bounce back.

-Not from me. -Or from me.

Just say what you're thinking.

I think you handled it right.

Dom was doing the job he was trained to do.

How could you have known where the last device was hidden?

There was no way you could have known that and warned us, no way.

Josh?

Leon?

Oh, I don't know, Kerry.

Need to think about it some more.

I had a look back over the tapes and...

..I don't know, maybe we SHOULD've known something more was going on.

I mean, everything was a little bit...

..off,

don't you think?

Everything that guy did.

Maybe...

Maybe we did make the wrong play.

I don't know. I need to think about it more.

I know this is the last thing we need right now

but I need a completed debrief report by tomorrow at noon.

This is not me asking, I've been told.

And this comes from way up.

So complete these and then let's meet back at the base, say, at 2:00

for the official ops debrief.

And then the psychs are gonna want a go at you and, of course, IA.

So go home.

Tomorrow's gonna be a long and shitty day.

Josh.

Try and get some sleep, OK?

(SNIFFS)

-You OK? -Yeah.

(SNIFFS)

-How about I give you a lift home? -(CHOKES) No, I don't...

I'm gonna stay and see if Connor's OK.

-Please. -OK.

-See you tomorrow. -Yep.

(SNIFFS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Right, who's up for a drink? My shout.

Sounds good.

You, mate?

(PEOPLE CHAT AND LAUGH QUIETLY)

I'm sorry.

To Grace.

To Grace.

-See ya. -See ya.

-See ya, guys. -See ya.

-See ya. -See ya, mate.

See you tomorrow.

Is this where you'd meet?

Connor...

Don't.

Don't.

(STUTTERS)

Something, I...

..I don't know what it was.

Last couple of months...

..I knew something was...different.

Every night waiting for Gracie...

..wondering...

She said she was sorry.

(SIGHS)

Connor, this...

She was...

And all the time she was here.

-Connor, it doesn't matter now. -It matters! It matters!

It matters to me!

God damn you!

I'm not gonna fight you, Connor.

(YELLS)

There is a trust!

A trust! (BREATHES HEAVILY)

You can't... You can't do that to someone's trust.

How about I give you guys a break, leave you to it?

-(BABY GURGLES) -(CHUCKLES)

A little hat on.