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(GUNSHOTS, SIRENS BLARE)
LEON: The neighbour's reporting more shots fired.
We'll cover the hallway. Josh, Michael, you take the roof.
(WOMAN ARGUING WITH MAN NEARBY)
(ARGUMENT INTENSIFIES)
Police. Open up.
(GUNSHOTS)
-LAWSON: Josh, how are you going? -Almost there.
(MAN AND WOMAN CONTINUE ARGUING)
-(YELLS INDISTINCTLY) -No. I don't know.
-Is that what you did? -I don't know!
Looks like a H&K MP5K.
Somehow don't think he's gonna have a licence for that.
-Josh, where the hell are you? -Travelling.
LAWSON: Set to go, Josh.
JOSH: Almost there.
(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUE)
WOMAN: I'm sorry. I'm not trying to, please!
MAN: What is your frigging problem?
-What is wrong with you? -Just put the gun away, please!
This make you feel better? Huh? Will it?
-What about this? -No.
Who do you think I am?
JOSH: In position, Lawson.
Police. Open the door!
Come on, coppers. Come on.
(GUNSHOTS)
-(BANG!) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)
-Arggh! -Arggh!
LAWSON: Go!
-STELLA: Police! Get down. -DOMINIC: Police! Stay on the ground!
Stay on the ground! Stay on the ground!
Down!
-STELLA: Get up. Get up. -(COUGHS)
(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
JOSH: OK, we're going to roll you onto your left side.
Do you understand?
Going to sit you up. One, two, three. Up.
(GROANS)
Bloody hell.
WOMAN: He comes back with this tattoo.
He said that it was Bob Marley.
-But it didn't look anything like... -Just open your eye.
It looked... Arggh!
I don't know what you're doing, but you're making it worse.
-It's the spray. -Sorry.
Anyway, I told him that it looked more like Bindi Irwin
and he just went nuts!
-That's when he pulled out that gun. -Do you know where he got it?
He was in the army. He might have got it there.
This isn't all Ryan's fault, you know. The army messed him up so bad.
They made up all these charges about him stealing and doing drugs.
-It was all bullshit. -Head back.
Hey. OK, so, uh...let's get going.
I see that you found the lockers.
Right. So the showers are in there. They're toxic.
Coffee over there. It's shit.
Uh, right. So that's half the tour done.
I'll show you the rest.
Have a look at this. Pretty sure he didn't get this at Cash Converters.
-KERRY: Did he say anything about it? -LAWSON: No.
LEON: There's a police check on him here.
May 2007 - he was cleared to work on the docks doing maintenance.
Otherwise, no form.
Check out the photos on his phone.
Hey, take a look at this.
(ON RADIO) Looks like he takes his work pretty seriously.
Yeah, these are interesting.
Not exactly what you'd call happy snaps, are they?
Look, I think we should get a team down there
for a recce and a clearance just to be safe.
KERRY: (ON RADIO) Yeah, that's a good idea.
Let's have a look at Bindi.
Oh, wow. You're going to get so much shit for that.
MICHAEL: Oh, that gas is... You guys all need a shower.
STELLA: That spray is awful.
-Label says 20 minutes. -It's got a bit of a kick.
I think we should all just harden up a bit, OK?
Restock the cars. We'll be back in five.
Use lots of soap.
Look, all I'm saying is you looked a bit rusty on the old take-down.
-That's all. -You saw the size of him.
-Oh, what? He wasn't that big. -Blow it out your arse.
Hey, that's "Blow it out your arse, Senior Sergeant," alright?
-Uh, what are you doing here? -I'm starting today.
-Hi. I'm Shannon. -Josh.
Yeah, we'll be done in a moment, Shannon.
OK.
Thought you said she looked like a bottler.
Yeah, the one I picked did.
There was a candidate that we BOTH agreed on.
-She pulled out. -Why?
Had a change of heart.
I don't know why. I never got the feeling she was fully committed.
So when were you planning on telling me all this?
-I did, last week. -No, you bloody didn't.
-I'm sure I did. -No, I'd remember.
Well, one of us must be mistaken.
Look, this girl, she's done three years of special ops -
she can hit the ground running.
Plus, we need another negotiator. She's a good fit.
Plus, she's the one you wanted in the first place.
Yeah, my reasons were objective.
I don't know if yours were.
-Huh? -"Huh?" What?
-What? She too good-looking for you? -What are you on about?
Afraid you might have a crack at her, aren't you?
-Huh, that's it, isn't it? -Oh, yeah, that's it.
Hey, uh...
..Shannon.
-Michael. How you doing? -Hi, Michael.
You'll need one of these.
-Stella. -Thanks, Stella.
-Oh, I'm Shannon. Sorry. -I know.
Any advice for my first day?
No.
Well, good to meet you.
Hey, mate, it's me. I'm just wondering where you are.
Give us a call when you can. Cheers.
This is hopeless.
I can't do this straight.
-You up? -Yeah.
Yeah, let me get into it, I reckon.
Stuff Ryan.
-STELLA: She was wearing a lacy bra. -How do you know that?
Chicks know these things. I bet you all her underwear matches.
-Bit jealous, Stell? -No.
-What colour's yours? -And does it match your G-string?
I don't wear a G-string, Dom. I go commando.
-Oh! -(LAUGHS)
Nice.
-Hey, mate, catch. -Oh. (LAUGHS) Click, boom.
Here. Take that.
-Oh, excellent. -There you are.
Hey, gentle, gentle.
Yeah, she checked him out as she walked out the door.
-Yeah, what about you? -No. Eye contact all the way.
First day on the job and she checks out the boss's dick?
-That's gotta be a CLM. -What's a CLM?
'Career limiting move'.
Maybe she checked you both out. She just had to look harder with Lawson.
-Oh, shit. -Ryan paid off the guard, didn't he?
I don't know. I guess so.
-Hey, fellas. -How are you? How you going?
-Yeah, good. -G'day.
I've got nothing here
that says freight's moving out of this section today.
Do you mind if I look at your paperwork there?
-Yeah, sure. -Ta.
How's your day going?
Yeah, it's almost knock off time, so getting better.
You beauty, eh?
-There you go. -Oh, ta.
Yeah, this needs Customs clearance.
What's in it?
Bombs and guns.
You know, I'm supposed to take comments like that seriously.
We're here to do a recce and clearance.
Do you have any idea where that is?
JOSH: So we're looking for a red container. That narrows it down.
DOMINIC: Won't have a problem with this one, eh?
MAN: (OVER RADIO) Corinne, this is the gatehouse. Do you copy?
-Corinne, do you copy? -Gatehouse, this is Sergeant Joshua.
We're over at container area 22.
Your security vehicle's here, but there's no sign of the guard.
Hey, check it out. It looks military.
Alright, let's have a look around.
(WHIMPERING)
(WHIMPERS)
It's a grenade and it's live.
We need you to get on the radio and make sure this area's clear.
And don't let anyone near that container.
-There's live explosives there. -No problem.
-(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) -Yeah, I'll let them know.
Bomb squad's an hour out.
Stay still and we'll pull this tape off your face, OK?
Pin's out.
-PAO 378. PAO 378. PAO 378. -Hey, Leon, you getting this?
Papa Alpha Oscar 378.
Papa Alpha Oscar 378.
And the vehicle we're looking for is a...
-A van, a van. -It's a van.
Owner-driver reported it stolen this morning
from Manton Street, Dandenong.
-Mercedes Vito, red. -It's a Mercedes Vito.
The rego is Papa Alpha Oscar...
I'd convinced myself after the interview
I wasn't going to get the job.
Must have been nerves.
Yes, well, Inspector Vincent's a big fan so...here you are.
So, Shannon, I guess we'll have to come up
with some sort of initiation for you, then.
Just don't put a flour bomb in my locker and I'll be forever grateful.
The worst is when they stick a taser to your chair.
Actually, the worst is not knowing when it's coming.
MAN: (ON RADIO) VKC to Tango One.
We have a report of a stolen vehicle with a passenger at North Wharf.
Report of a forklift as well. Request immediate response.
VKC, this Tango One. We're on that.
(SIREN BLARES)
-Get it off me. -Yeah, we're gonna do that.
But you need to help us by staying still, OK?
-Hey, what's your name? -Corinne.
Corinne. OK.
You keep moving and we're going to have a problem, alright? OK.
-Don't leave me here. -I won't.
-Promise me. -I promise.
Oh, Josh, don't start making promises you can't keep.
Actually, I think you'll find he means that.
He should be waiting for the bomb squad anyway.
Why can't that guy follow SOP?
(SIREN BLARES)
MICHAEL: Oh! How many demerit points you reckon you lose for that?
KERRY: (ON RADIO) Tango Two,
could you assist Tango One at Dyna Logistics?
LAWSON: We're responding to a VKC call at North Wharf.
Oh, Lawson, leave it to General Duties. I need you with Tango Two.
Sorry, Kerry, we've got someone held against their will.
Shannon, you stay in the car.
Hey, hey! Out of the vehicle. Get out!
-Whoa! Whoa! -Whoa! Whoa!
Alright. Alright. Alright, you got our attention now.
I need a rego check on a Camry Altise,
November Bravo Lima 197.
That's November Bravo Lima 197.
I need you to find out what's in these containers for me.
OK.
-JOSH: You're doing great. -How do I look?
Good. I was thinking of asking you out for a drink.
Don't be shy. What's your name?
Josh. This is Dom.
-Hi. -Nice to meet you, Corinne.
Now, it hasn't detonated because that lever's still engaged.
What's keeping it in place is the forward pressure of your body.
So the trick will be to keep that pressure up
while we take it off you.
I don't know how to do it yet.
You want to tell me what this is all about?
No closer.
Look, I'm a bit worried about this bloke's safety.
How about you come down here and we can have a proper chat?
My name's Lawson Blake.
-What's yours? -Grant.
-So, Grant, who's in the car? -My manager.
My ex-manager.
Look, Grant, I'm really concerned about your manager's safety.
How about we at least bring the car away from the water?
What do you say, hey?
Does this meet expectations?
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Whoa! Enough! Hey!
Have a think.
Now, I'm sure we can resolve this, OK,
without it getting any more complicated than it needs to be.
I don't meet expectations.
Yeah? Well, what does that mean?
You get a dodgy performance review?
He wasn't expecting this.
Still awaiting details from Port Authority,
but there's chemicals in there.
-We need to get her out of here. -Yeah, working on it.
I need to pee.
You're going to have to wait for a bit, OK?
I can't.
Well, you go if you need to.
Oh, just get this thing off me. I'm not going in my pants.
OK, you just gotta try and hold still. Can you do that for us?
Bastards. I didn't even fight them.
Corinne. Shit, she's going into seizure.
Start cutting. Start cutting now.
-DOMINIC: Try and hold her still. -Get back! Go!
Oh, Jesus.
Kerry, if you like sausages, best not to know how they're made.
What?
If you don't like what you're seeing, can you go somewhere else?
-You're making me tense. -Alright. Alright. Alright.
I'll be still.
I'll hold her head up, alright?
Shit!
You right?
Mate, two years ago I should have been made senior partner.
Appraisals come out and the goalposts change.
Well, that would be frustrating.
He makes disparaging remarks about my wife's bum.
She's having a bit of trouble getting back to her pre-baby weight.
It's my wife he's making jokes about.
I understand.
I mean, your boss, to me, doesn't sound like a very nice person.
I know how hard that can be.
Believe me. My boss is exactly the same. She is.
Can you get that any louder?
(ON RADIO) Micro-manages, you know, has to be across everything.
I mean, I can't even pick my own people. Can you believe that?
I mean, she'd call it diligent leadership,
but you and I both know it's just plain insecurity, yeah?
-Oh, you go for it, Lawson. -Do you know what?
It's frustrating, but you can't let them get the better of you.
That's why I'm walking -
see how she handles things when I'm not there
and it all falls apart around her.
Now, Grant, that option is open to you as well.
-You can just walk away. -I can't do that.
-Why not? -I want more.
Grant, just...
I'm going to talk to my colleague over here, OK, just for one moment.
Nothing to worry about. I promise you that.
Nothing to worry about. Just one second, Grant.
-What? -I've got his wife on the phone.
She wants to talk to him.
Look, I've talked to her. She's calm.
She's not going to say anything inflammatory.
Alright. Nick off.
Go. Back to the car.
Grant, I've got your wife on the phone here.
All she wants to do is have a chat to you, mate.
Can't speak right now.
Look, all she wants to do is talk to you. OK?
-Don't come any closer. -Alright. Alright.
All I want to do is just hand you the phone and that is it.
No tricks. What do you say?
They call you, did they?
I know.
I love you too. OK.
How about we start with turning the engine off, Grant?
-(ENGINE SHUTS OFF) -That's great.
Now I need you to step out of the vehicle nice and slow.
That's it. That's great.
CORINNE: (SIGHS) Oh, damn it, my bracelet's gone.
What's it look like?
Oh, it's just a gold chain with a padlock on it.
It was supposed to keep me safe. It was my lucky charm.
-I'll go and have a look. -No, don't.
-No worries. -Thanks.
Leon, where are we at with that van?
Last I've got it is travelling westbound on Docklands Highway.
After that, I've got nothing.
Kerry's gone to speak to Murdoch's girlfriend,
see if she knows anything about it.
There's a Leighton Business Park they could have gone into.
-You got coverage there? -Uh, negatory.
That's right near here. Let's have a look.
Tina Lawrence?
G'day. I'm Inspector Kerry Vincent. Tactical Response.
-You've had a hell of a morning. -(CHUCKLES)
Where are you off to?
Uh, my Dad's, I think.
Can't stay here. The tear gas is still too strong.
Landlord says we're not going to get our bond back.
Right.
Look, there's been an armed robbery at the docks where Ryan works.
Two blokes. They beat up a security guard, a woman.
We know that Ryan was involved,
at least in the planning stages, and we just wondered who...
Ryan is not a criminal. Not in that way.
He just...
He lost it at me this morning.
-And I...I should have... -What? You had it coming?
No. He's just not always in control. That's all.
And you should have noticed that he was a little off-colour
and avoided him this morning?
No.
I just get the feeling
that you're going to try and take the blame for this.
Look, no offence, Tina, but this Ryan of yours, he's a total prick.
He is a misogynist piece of shit and so are his two mates.
Now, do you have any idea who they could be?
Tina, do you know what they did to this woman?
They beat her up and then they tied a live hand grenade to her.
If there was a woman involved, they would have gone that extra mile
just to make sure that it was really horrible.
Right, so who are they?
Daniel Kranz and Stuart Tibbs.
They served in the same unit in the army as Ryan.
Look, I don't know that it's them, but I'm pretty certain.
Leon, can you see what we've got on a Daniel Kranz and a Stuart Tibbs?
Yeah, they were in the same army unit as Murdoch.
Good-o.
So, how did you meet Ryan?
Met him through Stu.
Stuart Tibbs? How did you meet him?
Through a client, a client's father.
I'm an occupational therapist. I work with the disabled.
It seems that I'm attracted to them too.
So, um, this client's father, what's his name?
Why? He doesn't have anything to do with this.
-Just give us his name. -Gershin Wilder.
But he's a businessman. He's not a criminal.
(SCOFFS)
KERRY: (ON RADIO) Hey, Lawson.
Guess who's back in the weapons trade.
Gershin Wilder.
Well, there's a name I haven't heard in a while.
Yeah, son's got a... He's in a wheelchair or something.
Murdoch's girlfriend's been treating him.
So that's go to be the connection.
Well, you sound excited, Kerry.
Yeah, I am, 'cause guess where his warehouse is.
Leighton Business Park.
Alright, turn around. We're going Leighton Business Park.
Oh, yeah, and, Lawson,
I'll expect that resignation on my desk before the end of the day.
It'll be there.
(LAUGHS)
KERRY: So, how'd you go?
Daniel Kranz and Stuart Tibbs - no form for either of them.
-Clearskins? -Not exactly.
They served in the army - artillery regiment,
same as our friend Ryan Murdoch.
All three were dishonourably discharged in Feb 2007 -
Tibbs for drug use,
Murdoch and Kranz for drug use, assault and dishonesty.
They can actually charge you with that, apparently.
(LAUGHS)
Alright, Dom, I want you to get obs from that window over there.
You two get eyes inside the place. Cover Dom. Go.
Go.
In position.
-It's our van. -Copy that.
OK. Left a bit.
Too far. Go back, back. Hold it there.
Yep, that's good.
You know, none of these guys have got priors.
LAWSON: (ON RADIO) You don't jump to something like this without form.
Yeah, well, they were kicked out of the army.
-Maybe it's revenge, payback. -Or the money.
Oh, don't underestimate self-righteous indignation.
It can be a powerful motivator, especially for those who are petty.
Yeah, so I've heard.
So you got a plan?
Look, last thing we want is a shooting match.
Let's let them do their business and get them on the way out.
-Yeah. -(ENGINE REVS)
Right. Sounds like Wilder's here.
Sounds like you guys had some trouble.
Yeah. Ryan didn't pay off the security guard, but it's cool now.
-Get this shit out of here now. -What?
Listen, you guys were supposed to do a simple pick-up and delivery
and you screwed up,
and now I cannot sell this stuff.
Hey? The cops will be all over it.
So get it out of here now.
What's the matter with you? Are you retarded or something?
-Get it out! -What you just call me?
Why is the other guy hiding behind the van?
Mike One, Sierra One.
Can any of you hear what they're saying in there?
Uh, yeah. One of them just called the other one a retard.
Lawson, it's turning to shit in there.
Let's go.
Hey, Franz, are you gonna come out from behind that truck
or are you gonna let your mate here piss me off all by himself?
You know what? Our price just doubled.
Nobody move! Nobody move!
Oh!
Lawson, it's got worse. Just hold your position.
Jesus Christ! It's Dumb and Dumber.
Stay down there, Tibsy.
Oh, shit!
(SILENCE)
(ENGINE STARTS)
LAWSON: Leon, van on the move. We need backup.
Hold your fire!
Quick, Michael.
Let's go.
SHANNON: Josh, I'm coming up behind you.
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
Stop! Police! Stop!
Dom, we've got a second offender who's headed south.
You cover the west side, we'll cover the east.
DOMINIC: (ON RADIO) Copy that.
Clear.
LAWSON: Leon, you got the van?
He's turned into Footscray Road, heading towards the city.
(SIRENS BLARE)
LAWSON: TR-1 to VKC, we have suspect van,
travelling city-bound on Docklands Highway - over.
(TYRES SCREECH)
LAWSON: Clear!
(HORN BEEPS)
(HORN BEEPS)
(HORN BEEPS)
Leon, offender is in possession of grenade launcher.
Now in pursuit by foot, Etihad Stadium.
Now heading Southern Cross Station, Leon.
Oh!
Leon, get onto station management.
We need to clear these platforms and all incoming trains!
Put it down! Put it down!
I'm gonna blow stuff up! Don't come any closer!
-Put it down! Put it down now! -Piss off!
All clear on the western side.
OK, make your way around to the east side, towards us.
LAWSON: Down on the ground now!
Put the weapon down! Show me your hands!
What's your rank, officer?
Senior sergeant. I need you to listen to me.
I need you to put that weapon on the ground.
Uh-uh. No way.
Uh-uh.
What's your name?
Private No Class Daniel Kranz, ex-Australian Army.
Dishonourably discharged.
Lot of middle names, Daniel. What happened?
Oh, just some non-program training activities
that me and a couple of mates weren't real happy with.
Don't ever complain, huh? There's my advice.
The army let you down?
No-one likes a dobber.
JOSH: I've got the offender in the building to our south.
Dom, you get round and cover the back.
Shannon, you cover me. I'm going in.
You're not going in there without backup.
Yeah, let's wait. He's not going anywhere.
It's not a committee.
I'm sure you were a good soldier, Daniel.
And no-one here wants to get hurt today.
But you waving that weapon around, it worries me.
I know how to use it, Senior Sergeant.
Yes, I understand that.
But I still need you to put it down on the ground.
Then you're gonna shoot me.
No. I'm not here to do that.
The last thing I want is for this to end badly.
Could you put it down? Could you do that for me?
Daniel. Now, I can tell you're a good operator.
I can tell that, OK?
But you waving that thing around like that
is not showing me proper weapons discipline, now, is it?
I was a good soldier.
A good soldier that's been treated poorly.
Now, you show me what a good soldier does, Daniel.
They would never listen to me.
Well, I'm here now and I'm listening.
But I need you to safety that weapon
and put it down on the ground and then to step away.
Gonna do that for me, Daniel?
Now step away.
Now on the ground.
Police! Get down now! Get on the ground!
Do it!
Pin's out.
Put the pin back in and put it down on the ground now!
Nah, mate, I'll do it. I will. I'll kill both of us. I don't care.
All I've got to do is let go of this handle.
So just...just back off.
Why d'you torture her?
-Hey? -You tortured her!
The guard?
Shit. You're kidding, right?
It was just a bit of fun, man.
It was just a joke.
We didn't... You know what I mean.
No, I don't.
Look, we didn't want to hurt her.
Just needed time to get away.
She's OK, isn't she?
-No, she isn't. -No. Stay. Whoa, whoa, stop!
Just stop! Alright! OK, look. OK.
Alright. OK, look. I'm surrendering. Alright? Cool?
-Very slowly. -Alright, I will.
I just...
Look. There. See? Cool.
-OK, arms out wide! -We're cool! Alright?
Slowly bend down and put it on the ground.
Alright, now turn around and face the wall.
(GRUNTS)
Look at the wall.
-(GROANS) -How do you like that, hey?
-You like that? How does that feel? -Stop! Stop!
-Stop, stop. -Beg me.
-Beg me! -(GROANS)
-Hey? -Please! Alright!
It's not so good, is it?
(WHIMPERS)
SHANNON: Josh!
(WHIMPERS)
(CRIES) I'm sorry.
Let's get him out of here.
Good work, Dom. Well done, Shannon. Good work.
Hey.
Kerry.
You good?
Yeah.
Got anything you want to say to me?
I got you worked out.
-See you later. -Yeah.
Ah. It'll happen when you least expect it.
Why is it people always kick down?
-Have a good one, eh? -See ya.
Hey.
You know, I kind of thought Lawson was out of line today.
-Really? -Yeah. Didn't you think?
Didn't notice. Was he?
He's just not normally so uptight. Normally.
JOSH: See youse.
Would not go in there for, like, ages.
Hey, Stell.
Don't you reckon Lawson seemed a bit strange to you today?
Lawson IS strange.
Lawson is the strangest man on the planet...except for you.
Really worked on your comic delivery, just...
-He collects toy soldiers. -I do not.
-And he lives with his parents. -(LAUGHS) What?
Gotta go. Bye.
I'm saving up to buy a house.
-Uh-huh. -Yeah.
Rent's such a waste.
I'm, you know... I'm looking to get in the city.
Which is... Yeah.
Hey, you want to get a drink somewhere?
I'd love to, Michael, but I'm wrecked.
-Sure. -But I'll see you tomorrow.
-Yeah, cool. -See ya.
See ya. Yeah.
Toy soldiers.
Nice, Stella.
See ya.
Shannon.
You still in Albert Park?
I'm going that way if you want a lift.
Thanks, Lawson. It's cool. I'm in Northcote now.
It's out of your way.
See ya.
It was good seeing you again.
(SIGHS)
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