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LEON: (ON RADIO) Guys, three more calls have come in.

-They're getting weirder. -OK. I want uniforms here as well.

Right behind you. Two squad cars from the locals.

You're heading into definite fruitcake territory.

Alright, Leon. That's enough.

(GROANS) Another call! Apparently he's chucking bombs now.

-(DOG BARKS) -(POLICE SIRENS WAIL)

-(DOG BARKS)

Guys, you there?

Coming back from Newport.

LAWSON: We need a hand here as quick as you can.

Alright. We're about 12 minutes.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Not bad.

-You can call me Muppet. -Just drive, smart-arse.

(DOG BARKS)

Alright! Put it down now!

Put it on the ground! Do it!

Get on the ground, hands behind you.

Now, no-one will get hurt if you do as I say.

It's him! He's the bloody menace!

-Him and his crazy dog! -We'll talk to him.

But I need you to get on the ground and we'll sort this out.

(DOG BARKS, PAWS FENCE)

Do as I say, and no-one here gets hurt.

(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)

-Where is he? -He's gone inside.

-Did you get him? -Yeah!

Good. I hope it hurt.

-Alright. Let's settle this down. -(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)

Get onto Leon - see if there's any priors at this address.

-Mm-hm. -OK.

Dom, did you get the uniforms at the back?

-Yep. Going round. -We'll approach the front door.

Would someone shut that bloody dog up?!

(DOG BARKS)

Alright. Open the door and come outside.

(CLATTERING INSIDE)

I don't want to have to come in there.

-Let's just go in, Lawson. -Open the door and come outside.

(OBJECTS BREAK INSIDE)

-He's busting the joint up, Lawson. -Yes, well, at least it's his stuff.

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

MAN: (ON RADIO) Report of a vehicle in the water

at the end of Bay Road, Williamstown.

Rescue units notified. Any cars in the vicinity, please respond.

VKC, this is TR-2. We're on that.

Lawson, we've got a priority 1. We've got to take it.

No, we're right. You go.

(DOG BARKS)

(CROCKERY SMASHES)

Alright, mate.

I need to discuss this with you, and I can't do it through this door.

Alright?

MAN: (SCREAMS) Piss off! I'm not talking to you!

Shan, go get the bad boy in case we need it.

Excellent.

-See how many people? -Uh...no. I...

Go and have a look, Michael.

Josh! Seatbelt cutter! One female passenger.

STELLA: Leon, just confirming

we've got a woman trapped in a vehicle underwater

at the Bay Road sea wall.

-Josh and Michael are onto it. -Ambos on their way, Stell.

Wait a minute. You can't come through.

BOY: Why not? This is my house.

That's alright. There's just been an incident. There's a drunk man.

-Police are dealing with it. -That's my dad.

-No, move! That's my dad! -Everything's alright, mate.

-No, it's my dad! -Hey, leave him alone.

-Is that your dad in there? -Yes, it's my dad!

-OK. Is this normal? -Well, no.

-It's never happened this bad. -Just stay beside me.

-Hey! -This is Tolly Kennard.

That's his father in there. Apparently he wouldn't hurt a fly.

-Is that right? -Don't worry. He's just drunk.

-Yeah. We got that. -I've got to get in and help him!

Hey, hey! We can't have you in there, mate. Hop down.

You need to tell me - is there someone else in the house?

-Where's your mum? -I don't have a mum.

-(DOG BARKS) -Oh, Jimmy! Shut up!

-(DOG STOPS BARKING) -(CHUCKLES)

Look, just stand back there for me, OK?

Give me this.

Right. On my call. One...

-TOLLY: Wait! -..two...

Wait - I've got keys.

Alright, alright. Give them here.

Alright, Mr Kennard. We have your son here - Tommy.

Now, we're going to come inside, nice and slow,

and just discuss this.

MR KENNARD: Don't come in here! I'm telling you now!

-Police! Down on the ground! -Put it down on the ground.

Put it down on the ground. Place the lamp on the ground.

Dad! Do what they say!

I want you to place it down on the floor, nice and easy.

(PANTS)

Yeah. They're all clear.

Jesus, Dad. You got the cops on you again.

-Where have you been? -At school, Dad!

Look, he'll be alright now, OK? He won't do it again.

Yeah, unfortunately, he's already done enough.

Mr Kennard, I'm placing you under arrest...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no! He'll be fine, OK? I can take care of him.

Tolly, come here. Come through here.

STELLA: She's not breathing, but she's got a faint pulse.

Now, your dad was throwing Molotov cocktails.

Now, that's a very, very dangerous thing to do. You understand?

Yeah, I know, OK? But he didn't hurt anyone.

Jeez. I thought it was OK to go to school today.

Hang on. What - you usually DON'T go to school?

N... Just don't put him in jail, alright?

LEON: Lawson, I checked on this guy - one Colin Sean Kennard.

No priors, but two warnings.

Looks like he's got some war going on with the guy next door.

The usual backyard squabbling shit.

-OK. Thanks, Leon. -Please!

Look...I'm sorry, mate.

-Oh... -Mr Kennard, let's go.

No, no, no, no! You can't take him away!

-He's my dad! I can take care of him! -Up you get. Come on. Up we go.

SHANNON: Just move back.

-Oh, sh... -It's OK. It's OK.

Alright?

How are you feeling?

-(DOG BARKS) -So, you know why we're doing this?

Well, he's the one with the mad dog. AND he smashed my back window.

Yeah, so you call the cops. You don't start a bloody war.

What kind of example are you setting for your son?

Look, I've got to get back to the house.

It's too late for that now. It's up to these guys or the magistrate.

-Who's going to look after Tolly? -Well, Community Services will.

But you can't take him away!

Like I said - too late.

Yeah?

Lawson, we're done here. You still need backup?

No, no. We're good. What was yours?

A woman trapped in a car off the sea wall.

-Shit! Did you get her out? -Yeah. Michael went in and got her.

OK. See you back at base.

-I'll see if I can fit it in. -Yeah?

You should have told us before going in.

Yeah. I didn't think.

-Well done, merman. -I got her, didn't I?

And you got to flirt with the bimbette as well!

-Yeah. Couldn't help myself. -Try-hard.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, Leon, this incident at Braybrook -

we're going to need Community Services.

Can you get the paperwork rolling on that?

Hang on, Leon. Hold that. I'll get back to you.

You know what DOCS are like - it could take bloody days.

Well, they'll be bailing the dad on his own recognisance, won't they?

They'll charge him, and he'll be home in an hour.

-Lawson, he's the bloody problem. -Look, he's got no priors.

Maybe I shouldn't start kicking him around as the first option.

Oh, you were taking an awful risk.

I mean, Molotov cocktails. He was wrecking the place.

Yeah, Lawson. We arrest the father, we call in DOCS. It's SOP.

No, we're not mandated to get DOCS in.

I'll check on the kid in the next couple of days.

MAN: (ON RADIO) 000 report of an assault,

rear of the video shop in Charles Street, Seddon.

A male offender. Any units in the area, please respond.

That's just a few blocks back.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(SIREN WAILS)

-(WOMAN WHIMPERS, SCREAMS) -(SIREN APPROACHES)

No! Give it back!

(WOMAN SCREAMS, CRIES)

No!

Let her go!

Stay where you are. Don't you move!

-(MAN GRUNTS) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)

-Bastard! -Right! Alright!

-(GRUNTS) -(SQUEALS)

-Go back there! -Get down!

You bastard!

Make a fist, hands behind your back.

Do not move! Hand through that one.

(MAN GRUNTS)

Alright. Up you get.

Up we get, up we get.

-You bastard! -(MAN GRUNTS)

You bastard! You deserved that!

-(MAN GROANS) -Too right!

-OK, mate. -Serves you right, bastard!

DOM: Sit down, sit down. You're right. We'll get you up.

-(GROANS) -Just sit down.

-You right? -Yeah. Fine.

-Hey, give us a look. -No, that's alright.

-Don't use this arm anyway. -No, it doesn't look good.

Alright. Assault occasioning actual bodily harm.

Hey, mate, I didn't know she was a cop. I wouldn't have touched her.

-Uh, there's resisting arrest... -Tell her I'm sorry, huh?

What's a cute chick like that being a copper for anyway?

Anything else you want is fine with me. Are you on bail at the moment?

Give me a break, mate. I'm on methadone.

A little piece of advice - if you're in a hole, you stop digging.

Tell you what - I can get it for you. How's that?

(LAUGHS) Good luck, pal.

Thanks.

Hey, give us a look at that arm.

Hey. Let me.

You'll need that X-rayed.

It won't be broken.

What were you doing? You should have waited for us.

Couldn't help it. Look at her!

What was I going to do? Stand back and order him to cease and desist?

Alright. Let's get it checked out.

Dom.

We'll be on the grid. Just let us know, and we'll come get you.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Are you going to check up on HER in a few days as well?

No. I think her and her mate probably deserve each other, Dom.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, well, hello, hero.

-Hey, hey. -Oh!

What's this?

'The Age' Online's posted vid of you doing your big rescue.

-You're kidding. -Yeah.

You look like a drowned rat, but it's kind of cute.

I'm going to put it on heaps of sites.

Lois Lane got it all with her phone.

WOMAN: (ON VIDEO) That was so cool!

Oh, it's just what we do.

Do you do that all the time?

Oh, well, we're not in the water too much, but, um...

Great pics.

Looks pretty good, doesn't it?

They make you look better than you actually were.

Are you saying I didn't do all that?

Don't show him again,

'cause he's got it all running in his head anyway.

OK, world - here comes Sandrelli.

I've titled it 'Tactical Response Hero'.

-Yeah? -Yep.

Doink.

Michael, can I have a chat with you?

Yeah, yeah.

Who gave you permission to talk to the press at Williamstown?

I didn't talk to the press.

Well, I've been getting calls from the media all morning.

Well, I didn't talk to anyone.

I mean, I did talk to someone, but she wasn't a reporter or anything.

-Who? -(PHONE RINGS)

Uh, no-one. It was some chick.

Recorded the whole thing on her phone.

Ah, well, that makes sense.

Uh, yeah. Kerry Vincent.

Yeah?

Uh, no. Can I get back to you on that?

Yep. Got that. OK. I'll call you back.

(HANGS UP)

-This is going to be a monster. -I don't get it.

We just got her out and did CPR.

Yeah. One reporter gets a story, they've all got to get the story.

-She wasn't a reporter. -I know, I know.

But once it's out there,

if it's half good, there'll be a feeding frenzy.

-Yeah? -(PHONE RINGS)

Kerry Vincent.

Oh, no, no. Someone just caught it on their phone, apparently.

LEON: Oh, yeah. It's a smash. Look how many hits you've got.

-(LAUGHS) -(PHONE RINGS)

Leon.

It's the media department.

-They've got 3AW for you. -I'm not here. I'm not here.

Hey, Michael - yeah, you're here. You'll take it.

And be positive.

Constable Sandrelli.

Yeah, go ahead.

(CHUCKLES) No. No, it's just the training.

This isn't the first time he's done this, is it?

You don't have to put up with it. You can make a complaint against him.

Yeah, like that's going to make a lot of difference.

You haven't been around long, have you?

Long enough to know you're just a victim.

He's a bastard. I wish I'd never met him.

Are you in love with him or something?

I was.

Well, he's being charged right now.

He'll be back on the streets. You know what that means.

Last time I got three broken ribs.

(SIGHS) You've got to find a way out.

I'm sorry, but you do, or you know where it'll end up.

Every cop says that.

At least you're not trying to jump me.

How do you know?

Jeez, I need a fag.

Where's my stuff?

You took my shit!

No, we confiscated your drugs.

Who said you could go through my stuff anyway? That's illegal.

'Fraid not.

Do you know how many more dicks I've got to suck to get that shit back?

-Bitch. -Watch it.

LAWSON: Shannon, how are you going there?

Still waiting. You're what?!

Want me to ring up and beat them up a bit for you?

That's OK. We're just chatting.

Hey, Lawson, did you copy that latest from VKC?

Not really. Just the usual music, wasn't it?

Not quite. The reported domestic in Braybrook.

It's where you were earlier.

What, Waratah Street? The kid?

Exactly the same. Reports of a violent disturbance.

Just alerting you to it.

-Dom. -Yep. Onto it.

(SIRENS WAIL)

Alright. Thanks, sir. If you could stay back there.

Oh, Christ.

Where's your dad, Tolly?

Oh, he's asleep in here, Lawson.

So, what happened?

Well, he came in here and he...he just went crazy.

I mean...I told you not to arrest him.

OK. I'm sorry. Look, we shouldn't have left you here.

-We'll get you out of here now, OK? -No! No.

The only reason why he's angry is 'cause I poured all his bottles out.

He hides them, but I know where they are.

(WEEPS)

He ripped up all my homework.

(WEEPS)

-Is it busted? -No, thank God.

The boss would have freaked.

Sorry about what he did to you.

You got him pretty good, though - that kick in the jewels.

Look after the cops, don't they?

I'm just a piece of shit.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Stay here.

Hi. Are you in charge on this floor?

What is it you're after?

I've been here for an hour

with a girl who was beaten up on the streets.

Well, your arm was attended to as a matter of priority.

That's what I'm saying - what about her?

Yes, she's in the queue. We're very busy.

I understand that. Sure.

Look at her. She's had a horrible day.

I don't think we should prolong it.

I'd really appreciate it if you could find someone to see her right now.

We're getting you out of here.

No, I have to be here, OK? He's getting better.

But better than what? OK?

I could officially arrange for you to go and live somewhere else.

But what would happen to him? Huh? Who'd look after him?

Who's looking after YOU? OK?

I'm alright. OK? I've already told you.

How old are you, Tolly? 14?

-13. -See? You're still a kid.

You don't have to be an adult. You understand me?

But where would I go?

Well, Community Services will take you, OK?

They'll take you to a facility with other kids.

Maybe a foster home. OK?

This is my home, OK? I've been here all my life.

Just answer me this.

Has he hit you before?

I'm worried he's going to start hitting you, and you know why?

'Cause you're the closest thing to him. Believe me...

He hasn't.

You want to know something else?

The worse he feels about himself, the harder he's going to whack you.

And it's a long bloody time between now

and when you're big enough to chuck him through that front door.

You understand? I've seen it happen before.

What am I meant to do? He's my dad, alright?

I know he's your dad, but you're not responsible for him.

I need you to listen to me, Tolly.

Look, I am listening to you.

Alright? But you're not listening to me at all.

We bloody going, or what?

(STARTS CAR)

-So, are you getting DOCS in? -Don't know. I don't bloody know.

Alright.

So, what? I get DOCS in.

He ends up in, what, some halfway house in St Kilda

with a bunch of hard-nut kids running amok.

I mean, at least him and his father have got something, yeah?

You saw the old man when he walked in. He'd totally settled down.

Yeah.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, hero. Finished all your interviews?

Shut up.

So, how are we feeling? Pretty cool?

I was talking to Josh.

He watched it again and he said you were really impressive.

-Josh said that? -Yeah.

-Really? -Mmm.

Wow.

So, what was it that cute chick handed over?

I saw she gave you something in the car.

It's none of your beeswax.

-Turn around. -No...

-Oh! -Now the other one.

-Now, spread 'em. -Stell...

(GASPS, CHUCKLES)

So, where is it?

-Stella, I'm... -Shut up.

(GASPS)

Oh.

-Oh! -(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, yeah. No, months of training.

Oh, no. On-the-job training. That's all part of it.

Look, it's a very close team. They work very closely together.

Yeah, well, it's all about... professionalism, isn't it?

Yeah.

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

You gave them heaps.

-Yes, I did. -Thanks.

-Lawson. -Yeah, Shan.

-How's the arm? -Not broken.

Uh, hang tight there. About six minutes off.

-We'll come and get you, eh? -Right.

All I'm saying is...why don't you get a job in a brothel?

Why don't YOU get a job in a brothel?

Main thing is you've got to stay away from guys like that.

Yeah, well, I wasn't always like this, you know.

I know.

I'm just trying to get back to being me.

-So... -Yeah. I'm doing it.

-Really? -Yeah.

Um...you couldn't loan us 20 bucks, could you?

Here. Take the night off.

50 bucks? That's three minutes, baby.

Use it for the cab fare, then.

Well, thanks.

Good luck.

I never thought a copper would be like you.

(MEN CONVERSE QUIETLY)

Michael?

What's this?

Um...

..it's a...cupcake.

What's it doing in my locker?

What's going on there?

(CHUCKLES)

Women.

(CHUCKLES)

So, where's Missy Hotpants?

On her way out of here, I hope.

Yeah? Where to?

I got to her. Poor chick. She's had it tough.

-She's on her way home to Ballarat. -I'll believe that when I see it.

What?

I'm not saying you weren't good for her,

and, Lawson, I'm not saying you weren't good for that kid today,

but, I mean, come on, guys.

We can't make people what they're not.

-But we can alter things. -No, we're cops. We do what we can.

We're cleaners.

In the end, we don't make much difference.

Michael did today.

Yeah, you're right, actually. I'll give you that.

He did.

-You reckon I should go? -Of course you should.

Go. It'd make a difference to her.

Yeah. Yeah, it would.

-Should I bring flowers? -Jesus, Michael.

You're the hottest thing in this city right now.

-Make up your own mind. -Alright. I'll bring flowers.

Good. Well done.

Alright. (LAUGHS)

-Yep. -See you, mate.

Flowers, Michael?

Uh, yeah. I thought I'd... go to the hospital.

-Check on her. -Oh, right.

Yeah. No, that's a good idea.

Oh, but, um...could you put your uniform on?

And talk to her as a Tactical Response officer,

not just...you know, some guy who can swim.

Right.

Hi.

-Hello. -How are you feeling?

Alive.

(CHUCKLES) Um...

..I'm the guy that, uh, got you out of the car.

Yeah. I know who you are.

Thought you were a goner.

Can you shut the door?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Uh...

Um...

How are you feeling?

Sorry. I already asked you that.

I have a bookshop.

I arranged for someone to take over,

because I said I was going on holidays.

My insurance was fixed.

My will was in the kitchen drawer.

My house was clean. For once.

My life was perfect.

I thought if I took pills, it'd be obvious.

It'd come out and embarrass the kids.

I talked about it with my husband.

He didn't want to at first, but...

..he loves me, so...

I wanted it to seem accidental.

I thought...a car accident.

Drowning.

It'd be painless.

It's bone marrow cancer.

I've had it for two years.

You see this?

It's a morphine pump.

I need it just to get through the day.

When the pain comes, I try to hold off, but...

And the dose gets bigger with the pain.

When I drove into that water this morning,

I felt happy for the first time in two years.

Now...everyone can feel sorry for me while I rot.

Look at me.

I hate you.

My wallet.

Missy Hotpants!

-She hugged me goodbye. -(DOM LAUGHS)

-Well... -I just thought...

Shit!

Could I get a bourbon and Coke?

Hey - two.

-Oh. -(LAUGHS)

Oh.

So, where is he?

He's gone to the hospital to visit his bravery medal.

GIRL: Do you do that all the time?

You know I'll have him clean the vehicles for six months

just to bring him down a peg or two.

Yeah, I think you should.

Josh, can I have a word? Sorry.

Sorry.

Look, I've got a bit of a problem.

Do you know the Cambridge Pub in Yarraville?

-No. -Kingsvale Road.

Just got a call from the manager there.

There's a TR officer having a drink.

A young, dark-haired guy, drinking in uniform,

creating a bit of a nuisance.

-Michael. -Could you go grab him?

Yeah. You want me to take someone?

Oh, no. Let's just keep this call quiet, eh?

The police commissioner's in love with the guy,

he's the most famous cop in the city right now.

Could turn bad any minute.

Hey, hey - and bring him back here,

'cause I've got something to say to him.

Yep.

Bastards.

He was the biggest guy in there, you dickhead. What are you doing?

Just remonstrating with him. I didn't like the cut of his jib!

-Get in the car. -I'm off duty.

Then why are you wearing a uniform, you idiot?

Kerry ordered me to.

I wouldn't mind slipping her one, actually.

KERRY: Oh, I tell you.

You're on thin ice.

What were you doing out there?

Are you going to put me on a report?

Well, give me one reason why I shouldn't.

I'm a media celebrity.

-Don't get smart. -Don't get stupid, you mean.

Yeah. Now, take off that uniform.

And then just go and do what you need to do.

I think I changed my mind.

What are you looking at?

What?

You want to root me?

-What are you talking about? -He's pissed.

I'm not.

You win the Michael prize.

Michael, will you shut up?

Hey. Get changed. I'll drive you home.

Big Josh.

Can't tell me what to do. You're not in uniform.

You're a bloody disappointment, Michael.

See you, guys.

What is this? Pick on Michael Day?

Hey, Michael, what happened?

You can shut up. Go and have sex with someone.

Hey! Hey.

What is this shit?

Ooh, big Josh!

What are you doing? Telling the Muppet what to do, huh?

Stuff that.

You think you're so tough.

Hey, Josh. Hey.

Don't forget...

..I've seen you cry like a baby.

Someone gets killed and Josh takes two weeks off!

-Josh? -Don't shove me.

Michael!

-Josh! -Get up.

Get up.

Come on! Come on.

Go home.

Are you OK?

Right, so, where is he now?

Shannon's giving him a lift home.

Did he give you anything?

-Nothing. -What do you reckon's going on?

He's not saying anything, but something's happened.

Yeah, like what?

Don't be a hero, guys.

And, Josh, what about you? Eh?

You were supposed to be looking after him.

He's lucky I didn't hit him.

Did he say anything in the car?

Something about he thought he was doing the right thing.

Lawson, you've got a visitor.

Tolly.

Have you come all the way from home?

-Yeah. -How did you get here?

Oh, I caught the bus and walked a bit.

So...what can I do for you?

I just...

Are you going to stop me looking after my dad?

Sit down, mate.

Well, I probably should.

Look, I just want to know.

No, mate, I'm not.

Thanks.

Me and Dad are good together.

I hope so.

What you said about dads hitting kids -

how come you know?

I know.

-But you still love your own dad. -Yeah, you do. You do.

And dads know it.

Which is what makes it worse.

Taxi's outside.

Alright, mate.

Hey, kid.

I, um...I heard your dad busted up your computer.

Yeah. Yeah.

Here you go, mate. Try that for size.

-You serious? -Yeah.

We turn them over every three years.

It just needed some more RAM and some cooler apps.

It's about a thousand times better than what you had.

-Really? -Trust me, mate.

This thing will do your homework by itself.

Oh...thank you.

No worries. And see this guy here?

He happens to be, like, the toughest guy in Melbourne -

maybe even the Southern Hemisphere.

If you ever need anything, you just call him.

-Yeah, OK. Thank you so much. -No worries.

-Thanks. -'Night.