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G'day, Mr Lavilla. Kerry Vincent, Tactical Response.

-Hey. Great to be back. -Oh, yeah, I'm sure it is.

Look, here's the drill - behind there is a mob of reporters

who think you're the Britney Spears of the gangland,

so we've organised a motorcade for them.

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry about these elaborate precautions,

but here's Gavin - he's playing you.

-Hi. -Hello. Not bad.

Alright, Josh.

So all this is for me, eh? Who'd you say I was? Paris Hilton?

-Don't flatter yourself. -(CHUCKLES)

It's about time, mate. These things were killing me.

Not the cuffs that'll kill you, Bobby.

-Get in. -So where we headed?

KERRY: I'll see ya.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

There you go, mate. There's your future.

-What do you mean? -Don't all actors wanna be famous?

Mate, I've been doing this for 10 years.

My wife's getting pissed off with me.

The only thing I'm famous for

is a toilet paper ad and some Shakespeare in Bendigo.

-Oh well. You gotta start somewhere. -(SCOFFS) Shut up.

Sorry, I was, um... just getting into character.

Exactly where am I headed?

Can you give me a clue?

KERRY ON RADIO: Tango One. I'll lead the convoy over the Bolte Bridge.

-See you at the destination point. -Yeah, copy that.

Unbelievable.

There's no need for any of this, you know?

Well, we're just making sure, Bobby.

I've worked in a call centre, as a waiter,

even in a real estate agency for while.

-You reckon I could be an actor? -Don't even think about it, mate.

Well, I mean, this is the best gig of my career so far.

Right now I've got cameramen chasing me on motorbikes,

I've got two bodyguards sitting either side of me...

Stop. Stop here.

Stell, there's a sniper. Building on the left. Second storey.

Flank around, down through that alleyway.

Alright, go. Get him out of here. Go.

Flank round to the left...

-Covering. Go. -..through that alleyway.

Alright.

Round a bit.

-Go! Get the car! -Got it!

(SIREN WAILS)

Hey!

(SIREN APPROACHES)

Wait up.

Leon, a black Audi A8 - Oscar Alpha Alpha 356.

Gotcha, BTW. Kerry's in your direction. Two minutes off.

-Do I need to go left or right? -I don't know. Just keep driving.

-So which way? -I DON'T KNOW! Arggh! Come on!

Maybe you should get some more cars down here, yeah? Do a bit more work.

-So tell me. -From the second-floor window.

He would've used full-jacket match-heads.

Went straight through with a clean hole, like, this big.

Lawson. This actor thing has all turned to shit.

(SIGHS) OK, thanks, Kerry. Let's go.

What was all that about?

Oh, will someone just tell me what the hell's going on?

Well, I suppose I can guess.

Michael, your visual on the Audi -

plates stolen some time between midnight and 6:00am this morning

in St Kilda.

Rego's gone out to all cars.

I'm betting those plates are at the bottom of the river.

Yeah, thanks, Leon.

OK, you two, till we deliver this guy safely, for the next 24 hours,

no more than three minutes from that hotel room, OK?

-Alright. -I'm going there now.

-(SIGHS) 24 hours. -It's a double shift. Big deal.

OK, nerd boy, I have a social life.

You know, I haven't slept all weekend.

I'm gonna be hallucinating by lunchtime.

-(HORN PIPS) -KERRY: Move it.

-Yep. -You're in my way!

It's all clear.

Sorry.

(LIFT BELL CHIMES)

Hey.

You are the only guest on this level, Bobby, you may be happy to know.

Yeah, well, I suppose the police department

can afford to book the whole floor.

Well, we got the corporate rate.

So this is it until court tomorrow morning.

There'll be an officer with you at all times and two in the corridor,

so anything you want, just let us know.

If I need to piss, you gonna hold my dick?

If you want.

You wanna tell me what happened back there?

Something happened to your motorcade guy.

-Yeah. He was shot. -Well, that's terrible.

-I thought they'd use a bomb. -Any idea who it might've been?

What, you've got no idea?

Oh, great!

Well, that's it then. Guess I'm a dead man.

KERRY: I should have had a bulletproof vehicle.

No, it wasn't a big priority.

The whole thing was just there to throw the press off.

Just didn't think it through properly.

Look, don't beat yourself up. This is not your fault.

I spent an hour with his wife at the hospital.

-They've got two little kids. -Kerry, you did everything right.

The whole thing stinks.

We're supposed to look after people in crisis, not babysit crooks.

Well, we come under Tactical Operations command,

so it goes with the territory.

Well, it shouldn't. I've always argued against it.

Well, when I started, it was a given,

so I just do the job and don't ask questions.

You'd have made a good Nazi, you know that?

-You saying I'm not a good cop? -No. No, no, no.

I love you, Senior Sergeant Blake, you know that.

Uh, guys, it's Marisa Hodgman.

And, might I say, she's everything that you'd expect and more.

Just around the corner.

Oh, g'day. I'm Inspector Kerry Vincent.

This is Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake. Pleased to meet you.

-I want to see him. -Of course.

You're his lawyer. You've got unfettered access.

Where is he?

Well, we can't just disclose his location.

I know the drill, Sergeant. I just need to see him as soon as possible.

I presume you've got him in a safe house somewhere.

We have.

So you'll be organising a neutral location where I can meet with him?

Of course, yeah. Give us about an hour.

Good.

Um, now, about your actor.

Yeah. I've just come from the hospital.

He was DOA, unfortunately.

I wasn't asking. I'll be representing his widow.

Call me.

I'll be waiting.

-Can I see you out? -Mmm.

-Hey, Lawson. -What the hell's that?

That is a top autograph, mate,

that's gonna be worth a fortune one day.

Oh, by the way, I accidentally on purpose overheard

that bit about her representing the actor's widow in court.

She is gonna cream you guys.

Listen, if I hear you say anything like that in front of Kerry,

I will tear you limb from limb, got it?

Yep.

Sorry, mate.

Sorry, I was...I was just joking.

Hi, I'm Constable Sandrelli. This is Constable Dagostino.

Hi, Constable Sandrelli.

Um, we will be doing the vehicle switch at Tolarno's.

Right.

OK.

Um, you go into the lobby, follow the corridor right down to the end.

To your right, you'll see a door to Simmons Street.

Right.

(BREATHILY) Hi, Constable Sandrelli.

-What a bitch. -She's very bright, you know.

OK, I've read about her. She is so cheap.

'Nerd boy'. What was that?

Huh?

-Before. You called me 'nerd boy'. -Shut up.

Ah, here we go. Just this silver car over here.

Are you the Kerry Vincent of the Hammond Report?

Yeah, I am. Had my ex-husband's name, unfortunately.

Thought you might be.

It's a real insight into policing. It's good.

Thanks. Don't know if it made any difference.

So you're a lawyer. Why aren't you working in the law?

-I am. I'm a cop. -Why?

Well, I ask myself that question, never get a decent answer,

so I just keep doing what I'm doing.

You guys can't protect him. You know that.

Oh, we'll do our best.

Don't patronise me. The only people he's safe with are his own people.

You kidding? He's testifying against his own brother.

Half his family want him dead.

And the other half wanna protect him.

I'm the only one who knows who's who.

Look, I'm not making any lists. No-one gets in to see him.

You haven't got him safe.

Your lot will kill him in the end, do you realise that?

Yeah, well, we'll see about that, eh?

You wanna stay in the car? Thank you.

Alright. No other vehicles are coming in or out.

We've got WPT guys in the stairs and the lifts are locked.

Yeah, sounds good. You wanna get your guy?

OK, you can step out now. Thank you.

That doesn't look very lawyer-client to me.

Don't you read the trashy mags, Dom?

She is gonna eat him alive.

Well, he's highly edible, I'll give him that.

You serious?

You and Marisa got plans for him, have you?

I wouldn't mind. There's something about him.

Wouldn't get too close. People around him keep disappearing.

-Murdered girlfriend, for one. -Alleged, Dom. Allegedly murdered.

Lawson!

Get down, get down! Down!

-Cover me! -I got it.

-Is everyone right? -Yeah, we're right.

OK. Keep 'em down, Dom.

-Go, go, go! -OK, Dom, get him out of here.

Marisa, you're with me. Come on.

"Neutral location"? What did you do, put it out on the Net?

I apologise. This should never have happened.

Oh, there's the understatement of the century.

You cannot protect this man. I'm having him bailed.

That is impossible. Your client probably set this up anyway.

The agreement of understanding

is that he is kept under close personal protection.

This is a fundamental breach!

The agreement states we protect him to the best of our ability.

That is happening, so there is no breach.

That is it. I no longer consider my client bound by the agreement.

Well, tough luck, sweetheart, 'cause we've got him.

That Bobby Lavilla, he's so hot.

I wish I could get a go of protecting him.

You are. You're in the outer cordon.

Well, "close personal protection" is what we're supposed to be doing.

And I could give him close personal protection.

-The lawyer does that. -Mmm. Slut.

-This isn't working. -If he's alive, it's working.

Yeah, it's just a matter of time.

They knew that location, they sure as hell know this one.

No, that doesn't follow. Hey...

Hey, you wanna tell me what you're thinking?

The Great Wall of China.

6,000 miles of impregnable wall.

Three times, armies went straight through. Do you know why? People.

Somebody bribed the guys at the gate.

We've worked with WPT before.

We know every single one of these guys, OK?

So, what do you suggest? We just wait around for the next big surprise?

-Our job is to protect this guy. -Our job is to deliver him to court.

So far we are right on track.

Oh, what are we, some sort of courier company?

Yeah. Yeah, we are. Right now we are.

We drop him off 10:00 tomorrow morning, our job is done.

Lawson, there is a guy dead

because I picked him out of some casting agent's book.

I don't care what this guy has done. I am gonna keep him alive.

(WHISPERS) OK, fine. So, what do you suggest?

I don't know. But not this.

Hey. You wanna come this way?

Look... (SIGHS) ..we don't like each other very much, do we?

You really want an answer?

This Bobby Lavilla witness protection,

the whole operation is obviously seriously compromised.

I have to get him out of that hotel room.

It's just a matter of time

before there's another sniper or bomb or whatever.

There's no time to work out what went wrong,

I've just gotta short-circuit the system somehow.

Yeah?

I need you to grab him

and take him off somewhere else.

Look...

..you are the only police officer -

in fact, I think you're the only person - capable of pulling this off.

-And this is unofficial, right? -Deeply.

If anything goes wrong then we are...

Well, what does Lawson say?

This is between you and me.

We have to trust each other.

You want to withdraw a dozen officers and have me protect him?

Are you kidding me?

What do I owe this guy?

Or for that matter, what do I owe you?

Nothing.

Yeah, let me have a dozen oysters and, uh...

No, make it two dozen oysters

and I'll have a lobster.

-Hey, you want a lobster? -Eating a bit early, aren't you?

Yeah, two lobsters and some sort of dessert.

I don't know. I don't care. Whatever's on special.

Alright. Thank you.

Listen, you should try a little bit of everything, alright?

Make sure I'm not getting poisoned.

Nah. I don't really care if you're poisoned.

All the knives are gone, Bobby.

Can you drive? I'm flaking.

No, if I drive you'll sit here and go to sleep.

Yeah, well, der.

-Sorry. Nerd boy says no. -(GROANS)

I was joking, you know? You're so thin-skinned.

I'm not. It was just a dumb remark.

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Lawson.

I've been having a think.

I wanna get him out of here.

Yeah?

So what do you reckon?

You and me, we take this whole thing under the radar

and we just slip him out.

Well, besides that being totally against protocol,

if we keep moving him around he's more likely...

OK, OK. Alright, alright.

Sorta knew you'd say that.

Look, I know you feel responsible for the actor, OK?

But don't let it cloud your judgement.

Let's just stick to what we know.

Yeah, fair call. Fair call.

(OPENS DOOR)

(CLOSES DOOR)

Well, you're taking your time, aren't you?

I mean, what you gotta do - fly down to Tasmania to get them?

No, no, the lobsters.

Did you take the order or what?

Well, can you make it a bit snappy?

I mean, please, I'm asking nicely.

Thanks.

I don't wanna be rude,

but how long's it take them to get food from there to here?

What do they do? Stop off at the pub or something?

(SIGHS)

I'm starving, mate.

-Lina. -Josh.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Where is he? -He's in there.

-Not gonna hold his dick? -He asked for you, actually.

-Jesus, you took your time. -JOSH!

(GUNSHOT)

Get on the ground!

(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

On the ground! Do it now! Stay there!

The door!

Hands behind your back. You right?

Bobby?

You stay there. Stay there!

What the hell was that?

Are they OK?

LEON: Yeah. They both smell like lobster mornay.

Lawson's staying on in the room.

Can you grab Josh? Kerry wants him back here.

Yeah, we'll pick him up. Got that.

Do you know how close that was?

I mean, what do I have to do, tell the future?

God, what do I have to do to get through to people?

I'll do it.

-Are you sure? -Yep.

Fair enough.

Alright, so in the whole universe, only you and I know where he is.

Alright? There's no holes in the wall.

Lawson thinks this isn't our job.

OK. I appreciate this.

I'm not doing it for you.

(SCOFFS)

Double shifts? Come on, mate, I eat double shifts for breakfast.

It's not a double shift for me - it's like a quadruple shift.

-It's an octo-hexa shift. -(CHUCKLES)

Babies know the exact point that you're dropping off.

They've got, like, a baby radar.

Oh, man, you poor guy. I actually forgot about the baby.

My sister didn't sleep for a year.

They should use babies in Guantanamo Bay -

they'll tell 'em anything.

(CHUCKLES) Here. This is what you need.

What is it?

It's a sleeping pill. What do you think?

Come on, it's a wide-awake pill.

It'll just stop you from flopping around in the back seat of the car.

It's not like some horse pill you got from a vet or something?

Dom, trust me, it's like having a short black coffee, alright?

Give one to Stell too. I know she hasn't slept since Thursday. Go on.

Get to work.

(SIGHS)

Lawson, I'm about to knock on the door.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Sorry, mate, but Kerry's pulled me out.

Tactical Ops head honcho's on our backs.

Well, that's what you get if you're a boss.

-You stay safe, yeah? -Alright.

-Dom, are you coming or what? -Mm-hm.

Ugh.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I just got this weird phone call from Inspector Vincent.

She wants a wider cordon. We've pulled back to the foyer.

OK.

It's dead against SOP if you ask me

but what do I know?

-I'll see you, Josh. -See you, Lina. Thanks.

Alright, we're outta here.

Mate, I'm not going anywhere.

Get on your feet, get your stuff.

Now.

So, hang on, you've pulled all security off the eighth floor?

Well, what do you think you're doing?

It's part of a wider strategy.

A wider strategy? Enlighten me.

I got the D's looking for Carlo Lavilla.

He's obviously the one behind these hits.

No, you cannot be sure of that.

OK, but I'm doing it anyway.

And I've organised for Josh to pull Bobby Lavilla out of that hotel room.

Oh, what, so Josh is now heading this operation, is he?

No. Josh is the operation.

Come on.

Quick!

Well...well, that's just a kick in the guts, isn't it?

I'm running this squad

and you organise secret operations behind my back!

This was the only way I could think of to keep this guy alive.

I really thought we had a better professional relationship than this.

OK, OK, let's just try and keep this relationship alive

until 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

-Well you obviously don't know Josh. -Excuse me, guys.

Kerry, just thought you should know,

Josh's lapel camera and mike have been turned off.

-What about his mobile? -It's off too.

Well, I'll see you later.

-(CAR ALARM BEEPS) -Go.

She was the weirdest real estate agent you ever met.

I mean, how she even got into the business, I will never know.

Like, Sandrine just found her through some friend of hers,

some friend from Algeria or Nigeria...

One of the 'gerias.

How many 'gerias are there?

LEON: OK, guys, you've gotta find Bobby's big brother, Carlo Lavilla.

Best chance is the Neapolitan Cafe. His car will be out the front.

If not, you might be able to try him at the Red Star Cafe.

It's like the 'stans.

She doesn't, I repeat, doesn't want you to grab him -

just locate him and let her know.

I mean, there's, like, a dozen 'stans.

-OK, copy that, Leon. -Pakistan...

-Dom, will you shut up? -Afghanistan, Kazakhstan...

So how many people want to stop you, exactly?

(SIGHS) I don't know.

Cops, crims, your family.

You got a bullseye on your chest.

-No, mate. I got friends. -No, you don't.

You got me. I'm all you got.

-Apart from Miss Legal Centrefold. -Yeah, I got her.

That's something, isn't it? I got her.

Any idea who might be following us?

They're still there.

Oi!

DOMINIC: I said, "What the hell are you on about?"

He said two pairs of pants and a jacket was 55 bucks.

I said, "I wanted them dry-cleaned, not dipped in bloody gold."

Who invented dry-cleaners anyway?

What kind of moron grows up wanting to be a dry-cleaner?

I mean, I said, "Two pairs of pants and a jacket?!"

Dom! Arggh!

So are you parked right outside?

No, no problem. I want him to know we're there.

Just let me know when he comes out, will you?

(HORN HONKS)

Well, this better be good.

It's a long story, but I've lost him.

I should have you arrested.

OK, then I'll be in custody while you're at Bobby's funeral.

So what do you want me to do?

I need you to help me. I need you to find him.

And why would I do that?

Because I'm the only one who can keep him alive.

Get in.

You're only the third person in the world ever to step foot in here.

It's nice.

Now you know about it I'm gonna have to have you killed, of course.

Yeah, of course.

(CLICKS PEN RAPIDLY)

Hey.

Who are you lot?

Listen, how much is a pizza from that place?

You're the witness protection guys.

Could I get, like, a napoletana with anchovies or something?

Like... No? Alright.

What my work has to do with my sex life, I'll never know.

You blur the two, though.

Humph. Do you read those magazines?

Well, I hear cop gossip.

So do I, and if I'd done half of them,

I'd have been a very busy girl.

Presumption of innocence, the right to a fair trial -

it's taken 600 years, give or take.

Some people would like to get rid of it overnight,

people like you mainly.

People like me?

Mmm. 'Cause it makes your job easier.

I exist to make your job as difficult as possible.

Yeah, and you're doing OK.

Thank you. It's what I do best.

(KEYS JINGLE IN LOCK)

Well, you better know what you're doing.

It's very classy, mate.

Come here.

Thanks for this.

Can you leave us alone for a tick?

-Where you going? -I'm not in your custody, Sergeant.

No, you're not, but let's keep the family together.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

(DOOR CLOSES)

You trust her?

-Yeah, I do. -Completely?

What did I just say?

(PAPER RUSTLES)

Sit down, will ya?

Hey, guys, where are you?

OK, here's the thing.

Yeah, Lawson. Got it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Come on. He's gonna find this place.

I don't know how.

He'll have half a dozen guys out there.

They'll take you out first. Trust me.

That's probably the way I'd do it.

You and your brother get on well, don't ya?

Yeah.

You got a brother?

Not anymore.

What do you mean?

I killed him.

Is that right?

If I get out of here, you want a job?

I'll think about it.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS) You're good.

Knew I was gonna go you, didn't ya?

Yeah, it was gonna happen sooner or later.

Mate...

..you're wasted in the cops.

Put that gun down.

Drop that gun. Drop it.

Drop it now.

Bobby.

You're gonna have to disappear. You know that, huh?

Go to hell, Carlo.

Where'd you get him?

I'm a mate.

Well, you're going with him.

Sorry, Bobby.

Who told you about this place? Huh?

Who do you think?

She chooses for herself. Always has.

(SIREN WAILS)

LAWSON: Hands where I can see them! On the wheel!

-On the wheel! Do not move! -MAN: Hands in the air!

DOMINIC: Go on! Point that thing at me!

Come on, smart-arse. Drop it on the ground! Drop the weapon!

Get out of the car. Get out of the car!

Drop the weapon! Gonna point that my way?

Come on, smart-arse. Come on!

Put it on the ground. Move against the wall.

-Cutting it a bit fine. -You're lucky I turned up at all.

-MAN: Hey! -STELLA: Hey!

Get down. Kneel on the ground. Hey, get down.

Get down on the ground!

DOMINIC: Get over. You need to get into shape, huh?

How you gonna run from the cops with a fat arse like that?

OK, get your legs up.

How you gonna be shooting anyone when you're puffing like that?

You'll never hit anything, you goose. Now, get on your knees.

-LAWSON: Dom? -Yeah, I got it.

Leon, get on to uniforms. Tell them to bring some transport down here.

We've got five guys, one of them being Carlo Lavilla.

Tell them a big bull wagon would be nice.

Your move.

Should I sack you as my lawyer?

You can do whatever you want with me. You know that.

So why did you tell him? You knew he'd come to get me.

That's right.

Carlo's now in custody and you're not.

Took a chance this guy knew what he was doing.

Well, you took a chance with my life.

But you're alive, Bobby.

Yeah.

LAWSON: Yeah, well, you pulled that off.

Hey, I'm a fine courier.

-I looked up the Great Wall. -Oh, yeah?

You know what currency they used to bribe those guards? Women.

Well, there you go.

Hey, I heard Bobby offered you a job. You gonna take it?

Maybe if it's better money.

Yeah. Alright, see you later. Thanks, guys.

-"Thanks, guys." -Yeah, I wouldn't bet on it.

Hey, let's go to breakfast.

There's this great place around the corner. Oh-ho-ho! You'll love it.

No, no breakfast. See you guys later.

What's wrong with him? He's been snippy all night.

Go home, Domi.

Might go for a swim. Mmm.

-Hmm. -Swimming!

Come on. Swim time.

No.

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

That was very impressive, Lawson.

But don't you ever do operational deals behind my back again.

You see, any response to that ends in the word 'hypocrisy'.

Hey, I break the rules. At least they're my rules to break.

See, I disagree. They WERE your rules.

They're not anymore.

Did you read the whole thing?

-The Hammond Report? -Yeah.

Yes, I read the whole thing.

See, it's one of the main reasons why I'm doing this.

Wow. You're full of surprises, aren't ya?

Hmm.

And you constantly underestimate people.

Well, I'm trailer trash, Lawson, let's face it. It's how I get by.

I'm just some ratty little chick

who happens to have a PhD in criminology.

And when I wrote that report, I knew everything about policing.

Now I'm not so sure.

So you write the bible of tactical response

and then you go about breaking every single one of its commandments.

Well, hey, I'm not God.

I'm still working on getting it right.

What? All by yourself, Kerry?

No, not quite. Got you down as a work in progress.