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JOSH: (OVER RADIO) You can't escape biology, Stell.

If you and I were to go head-to-head in a physical challenge,

I would always be superior.

Short men may have outrun you before today.

Yeah? You could get back to the station first that day.

That's if you ran the whole way.

Are you questioning my integrity, Sergeant Joshua?

Course not.

We're all on the same side, bat for the same team, don't we, Stell?

Beat you there.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) OK, the offender, Troy Caruthers,

is a licensed gunner.

And they're in a sporting shed, where he's holding his sister, Anna,

her boyfriend, Damian, and a child,

and his 10-year-old son, Robbie, in their home.

So we've got three possible hostages in a farmhouse,

10 k south of Somerville.

-Excellent. -Yeah.

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that flying into Woop Woop

is a waste of time and money?

Why is that?

It's a standard domestic, it'll be over by the time we reach 3,000 feet.

Well, if there's a gun and a kid, we go.

-You right? -Yep. Forgot something.

I'm...fine.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard

and thank you for choosing to fly Air Wing today,

your nonstop service from Melbourne to Somerville.

Those of you travelling economy, your ETA will be substantially longer.

However, I am happy to report

that the Hume is looking nice and clear heading out of town.

Please ensure that your seatbelts are fully fastened

and your seat backs and tray tables are in the full upright position.

Your flight time today expected to be around 20 minutes.

You're not gonna spew, are you?

No, Michael is not going to be sick,

because he would have told us before now that this was an issue.

Right, Sandrelli?

Alright, look, breathe deeply and slowly.

Keep your head up, watch the horizon. OK?

I'm not gonna give you a sick bag, Michael, because you can do this.

-You got me? You WILL do this. -You're confident.

Nah, he'll be right.

(GIRLS GROAN)

(ALL LAUGH)

WOMAN: Senior Sergeant Bridges. You must be...?

Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake, Constable Henry.

(SNIFFLES) Thanks for coming.

I see you brought all your toys with ya.

Uh, yeah. It's a long way back if we need something.

Well, there's been no escalation

since the neighbour reported a gunshot.

You know, if it was a gunshot...

What? So, theoretically, someone in the house may be shot?

Troy's got a temper on him, but he's not gonna do anything stupid.

Well, let's hope not.

So there's four in there, is that right, including the offender?

As far as we know it's Troy, his sister Anna, her boyfriend Damian

and Anna's son Robbie.

OK.

Michael, Stella, I want you to secure the rear of the property.

Shannon, get those uniforms out of the line of fire, will you?

Yeah, just hold on. I'm the forward commander here.

Now, I know desk jockeys in high places

reckon you mob have to get involved

every time someone farts in the wrong direction.

But, just so as we're clear, I didn't want you here.

This is my patch and when I need your help I'll let you know.

Thank you.

I'm looking for Inspector Vincent.

Um, don't know where she is. I'll pass it on.

-Thanks, mate. -Cheers, mate.

(PHONE RINGS)

(COCKNEY ACCENT) Hello, sweetheart.

Yeah, I am. Are you?

Are you wearing the skanky trackie daks?

The beige ones with the chocolate stains and no elastic.

What's up?

OK. Um...

Oi, you're gonna have to get one of those tests done.

Well, it's important that you know that...

(STUTTERS) ..that WE know what... what we're dealing with...

..or not.

OK.

You too. Bye.

Troy, it's June Bridges here.

Look, mate, I'm giving you time to sort this out,

but you really need to get out here now.

Come on, Troy, fair's fair.

I've done the right thing by you,

now you gotta do the right thing by everybody else,

and that includes your family.

That's it, stand out in the middle of nowhere. Who needs cover?

Come on, Troy, if you don't come out,

things are only gonna get worse for you.

See if you can go and have a little chat to Bridges, soften her up.

I mean, just in case she's got...gender issues.

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Got a turf war going on here,

and I'm not talking about the offender.

Ah, yeah. You tell that fat, old sergeant she can just move aside.

Well, she IS the forward command, Kerry...

..so I'm giving her three minutes.

There is a reason why she's head of a two-cop town.

Yeah. Copy that.

STELLA: Covering.

MICHAEL: Covering.

-(BLEATS) -Shoo!

Go on, get out.

-Go, Nature Girl. -Hilarious, Barf Boy.

Go on!

That wasn't my fault, it was something I ate.

Speaking of dinner, how was your date?

Great. Really, really great.

Great. Where did you go?

-Babalanan's. -Nice.

So, did he pay? Or would that be too much of a traditional date for you?

Michael, you asked me how the date went, I told you.

Beyond that, it's none of your business.

-I think I have SOME interest. -No, Michael, there's no interest.

LAWSON: When did you last make contact?

Well, we've been here for about an hour, so...

No, how long since you spoke to someone in the house?

About 45, 50 minutes since I knocked on the door.

Troy said they were working it out.

Leon, what vehicles are registered to this address?

LEON: (OVER RADIO) A white Mazda Astina,

Echo Echo Delta 870, registered to Anne Caruthers.

And a white four-wheel drive ute,

Quebec India Victor 260, in Troy's name.

There's a Mazda.

You'd need a four-wheel drive to get out that way.

Lawson, we may have a problem.

I think they've done a runner in the four-wheel drive.

Right, Stell, you and Michael move up to the house and stand by.

-We're going in. -Hey, hey! Hang on a minute.

No, Senior Sergeant, sorry. Time's up. You've had your chance.

Stand down.

-Alright, on my signal... -Right.

You want action, I'll give you action.

-(SHOUTS) Go, go, go! -(YELLS) Anna, Troy, I'm coming in!

I need to know everyone's alright!

Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move!

(ALL SHOUT)

-Police! Don't move! -(WOMAN GROANS)

-Police! Don't move! -Clear!

Clear!

SHANNON AND LAWSON: Police! Don't move!

-MAN: Yep. -Police! Don't move!

-Police! Don't move! -Covering!

Clear! Police! Don't move!

-STELLA: Bedroom clear! -Police! Don't move!

(ALL CONTINUE SHOUTING)

-MICHAEL: Back house clear. -Front house clear.

Stella's covering the stairs.

(SOBS) I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen.

It's my fault.

LAWSON: Leon, we got a male, late 20s, unconscious,

taken a gunshot wound to the abdomen.

Heavy blood loss, there is a pulse, but it's very faint.

We need an ambulance ASAP.

Copy that.

That's Damian. What about Robbie?

Troy's gone, he's taken Robbie.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Josh, it's turned ugly at the house,

you might want to step on it.

I thought it would be best if we had a few, just in case, um...

..one doesn't work.

-I got different brands. -What are you doing here?

I can't do this alone, Leon!

Uh, yeah, but, Nina, peeing on a stick is not a group activity.

Shh!

It's her, it's her!

Hey, Josh, how far away are you?

JOSH: (OVER RADIO) Uh, five minutes from the house.

Did you get that, Lawson?

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Yeah, we're searching the house,

but there's no sign of Troy or any indication of where he might be.

We'll keep looking.

-(SIGHS) Fair bit of reading here. -(GROANS)

I'll do it later, Leon.

Come on, Kerry, take it.

(WHISPERS) OK. Ladies... No, men's, it'll be safer.

OK. Alright, I'll be in there as soon as I can.

LAWSON: Yeah, looks like we got to the boyfriend in time,

whether the kid will be so lucky is another story.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) All local police communications within a 100 k radius

have been told to keep a lookout for Troy, Robbie and the ute.

Kerry's got Air Wing to do a sweep of the area.

OK. Copy that.

Hey, Anna.

Look, I know this is hard for you right now,

but any help you can give us would be greatly appreciated.

I just wanted us to be like a real family.

-Damian even said he'd adopt Robbie. -Troy wasn't happy with that?

Troy wanted to be the dad,

pick him up from school and take him around the farm, doing jobs.

He taught him everything he knew.

Look, can you think of anywhere that Troy may have taken Robbie?

Somewhere they used to hang out, a mate's place, uh...

..a favourite holiday destination?

What about here?

-Is this nearby? -I don't know.

-Well, you know where this is. -No.

-You don't know where this is? -No.

I reckon I know where that is.

Promise me you won't hurt him.

Kerry, I want you to call off Air Wing, the game's changed.

OK? Bridges knows where the location is, she'll take us there.

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) How's she feeling about the fallout?

Well, I haven't asked her, just in case she tells me.

-Don't get out, we're going bush. -JOSH: Alright.

Look, honey, I know this is really important for both of us,

but you're gonna have to go.

It says 'midstream'. How am I supposed to know when I'm halfway?

-I don't think it's that specific. -Yeah, I know!

Look, it's not that I can't do it, I just... I can't do it...yet.

(SIGHS)

What if it's positive? Have you thought about that?

-I've gotta go. -Leon!

So, you know Troy's an expert on bush survival. Isn't he, Anna?

Well, we've done a bit of training for this sort of thing, so we'll...

Oh, that's good.

Wanna wind your window up there, Constable?

You know, just so as the dust doesn't get in.

STELLA: I know you people love to romanticise the bush, you know?

It's picturesque, fresh air, native wildlife,

all that 'back to nature' crap.

-I hate it. -Why?

Spiders, snakes, serial killers and no decent coffee.

(CHUCKLES) Don't be such a sook.

(LAUGHS) I'm not! There's just something feral about it.

She hasn't got us lost, has she?

I've been dropping a trail of breadcrumbs anyway,

in case we need to find our way back.

You're a soft-cock, Stell.

Oh, we'll see, Hansel, we'll see.

BRIDGES: Yeah, it's up along that way.

-LAWSON: How far? -About 3 k, I reckon.

Alright, from here we're on foot.

Do you want to call a chopper?

I think it's best we stay covert, don't you?

(PHONE BUZZES)

KERRY: Has the coroner indicated how long before the hearing?

I've never actually been to the hut,

but I reckon that track will take us most of the way.

So, is this creek still running?

It's no good for fishing anymore, but it'd be enough to get a drink.

Well, the hut will be near the water source.

It should be somewhere between the stream and the ridge.

Let's go.

OK, we've got a white Toyota ute.

Doesn't appear to be anyone inside.

Josh, you and Dom do a clearance.

All clear. Nothing here either dangerous or useful.

-Bonnet's still warm. -LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Spike it.

Everyone else, move out.

Kerry, we've located Troy's car in Chifley National Park.

We assume that he's made it for his bush hut somewhere around here.

Yeah, Leon's got a satellite picture of the park up now.

LEON: There's not much to see beyond...

-Hang on. There, there! -Where?

There's something there, just a little dot.

-Where? -You just zoom in on that bit there.

Just there.

Yeah, there. Looks like we've located a hut.

It's hard to make out, but it's north-west on Long Gully Road.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Sending through the coordinates now.

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) We'll contact you if we locate anything else.

I'll alert Parks Victoria rangers, let 'em know what you're up to.

See if they can't round up any forestry workers or bushwalkers

that might be in the way.

OK. Copy that.

Alright, everyone else, let's keep our heads up.

He could be anywhere between here and the hut.

(LOUDLY) Tell them to be careful up on the ridge...

Shh! OK. Let's just keep it covert.

You right?

Look, about before... I know I stuffed up.

I thought I knew Troy.

Sure, sure, and I'm happy to discuss this with you later...

(WHISPERS) ..but right now I think we should shut up,

just so Troy doesn't hear us coming.

Yeah?

(PHONE BUZZES)

(SIGHS) I have to go to the loo.

What? Hang on, hang on. You just went.

Well, if you want to switch between lapels

you just press here and here - it's easy.

(STAMMERS) No, I... Look, I don't know how to use it.

Well, you must have some idea how it works. How long have you been here?

I watch the screens, I'm not watching you.

-Yeah, well, I'm sorry, I have to go. -Hey, hey!

-How did you go? -Well, I haven't done it yet.

But what would we call it?

I don't want any surnames like Taylor, McKenzie, Jackson.

And nothing trendy, nothing in the top 10.

-This isn't a good time. -No. I'm being serious, Leon.

Honey, honey, I love every bit of you, but you're gonna have to go.

What?!

You're gonna have to leave the building.

-I'm really sorry. -Leon.

We'll catch up when things have calmed down a bit.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MICHAEL: Lawson, we've got a visual on the hut.

It's your 12 o'clock.

Doesn't seem to be any movement.

I've got movement.

I've got a visual on the offender.

He's wearing a red checked shirt, blue vest and grey pants.

He's doing something to a trail bike.

Can't see any weapons. The offender appears unarmed.

What about the boy?

No, I can't see the boy anywhere.

OK, Senior Sergeant Bridges, thank you very much,

but we can take it from here.

-You right to get your own way back? -Yeah, no worries.

OK. Thank you.

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) The plan is we move in for the arrest.

Dom, let us know if he even looks like getting on that bike.

And, Michael, your job is to stop him getting back in that hut.

-Everyone watch for crossfire. -Copy that.

(ENGINE CLICKS)

-Lawson, he's on the move. -Alright, go, go, go!

(ENGINE REVS)

Stop! Police! Don't move!

Stop! Police!

Stop there! Police!

Police! Stop!

Go! Alright, keep going.

(ENGINE DRONES)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(PANTS) Nice one, Stell.

New boyfriend a rugby player?

-You tackle like a girl. -Get him up.

Where's Robbie? Troy. Troy, where is he?

You're not doing yourself any favours, mate, OK?

Where is he?

I've done a quick search. Robbie's not here.

So do we know if he actually took him there?

Troy's not saying anything at all, which doesn't seem right to me.

Guys like that usually give something back,

even if it's just a mouthful of abuse.

OK. So we don't know if he's dead or alive or injured.

No. Look, we've got Bridges organising a local search party now.

Let me get onto Air Wing with a thermal, they can't be far off.

Get them to use those expensive goggles of theirs.

Uh, do you want the dog squad?

Yeah, absolutely, the sooner the better.

-He's only 10, isn't he? -Yeah.

Looks like he just got frightened and ran off, but...

..we need to find him before night sets in.

MICHAEL: Hey, hey, hey!

-(SOBS) Where is he, Troy? -Alright. OK.

You arsehole!

-MAN: You're an idiot, Troy. -DOMINIC: Hey, look, Anna.

He won't tell us where Robbie is or what he's done with him.

Now, do you have any idea where he could be?

-None! -Even a wild guess might be helpful.

I can't wait here, though. I need to see Damian.

We'll do everything we can to find him, alright?

(SOFTLY) Yeah, good.

(SIGHS)

KERRY: Yeah, what's the ETA on getting a dog to Somerville?

An hour and a half?!

Yeah, yeah, I'll take it.

Yeah.

LEON: I got through to Air Wing. They're on their way.

OK, I'll get onto Lawson.

I'll do it.

Alright.

Josh, Stella, you go east. Michael, Dom, you guys go west.

Shannon and I will go north. Let's keep an ear out, hey?

This kid's probably frightened and maybe in hiding, OK? Let's go.

-SHANNON: (SHOUTS) Robbie! -LAWSON: (SHOUTS) Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie!

-(TWIGS SNAP) -Shit! You right? Hey, hey, you OK?

-Yeah. -You right?

Yeah.

The last time I did a search in the bush for a kid,

it didn't end very well.

Well, we're gonna find this one, OK?

Besides, he can't have got far.

-Anyway, you're good at this. -Yeah?

Yeah. Why do you reckon I chose you to search with me?

You've got good observational skills, Shannon.

I just tripped over a root that was right in front of me.

Yeah, happens to me all the time.

-Yeah? -Yeah, usually at the pub.

-DOMINIC: Robbie! -MICHAEL: Robbie!

Why would you let that psycho anywhere near your son?

-What? -Anna.

Why is it women are always attracted to the wrong kind of men?

Troy's the uncle, not the father. Robbie!

I know that, but why would you move in with him?

Limited options, I guess. It's gotta be hard raising a kid on your own.

Expensive and exhausting.

She would have thought she hit the jackpot

when he stepped in to be a father figure.

So, you reckon a bad father's better than none?

No. I'm saying that being a parent is hard, harder than you'd think.

(PUFFS)

Let's keep going. You sit down, you'll never get up again.

-Josh, he's here. Robbie! -Robbie, wait!

Lawson, we've sighted the kid.

-Is he OK? -Well, he's running away from us.

Don't worry about your uncle, he's gone. It's safe to come out now.

-Where are you? -The creek bed, heading south-west.

OK.

That'd make 'em about there.

(GUNSHOT)

Shannon and I are OK.

Michael and Dom are OK.

Josh and Stella, what about you?

Josh, Stella, report in immediately.

-(JOSH GROANS) -(STELLA GRUNTS AND PANTS)

Get down. (PANTS)

-Shit! He shot me! -Give me a look.

Lawson, Josh is down. I repeat, Josh has been shot.

-How bad is he? -Thigh wound, real bad.

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) Who's the shooter?

-It was Robbie. It was the kid. -What?! Confirm that, Stella.

Confirm that the shooter was Robbie.

-I can't talk, he's still here. -Shit!

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Alright. Leon. Leon, you got footage?

We know they're heading south-west in a creek bed somewhere.

Any landmarks?

Look, it's just bush. There's no vision of the kid, there's nothing.

OK, don't care about that. We need to get to Josh now.

Hey, hey, Lawson, listen to me.

Let's just take a minute to think this through, OK?

Look, listen, Josh hasn't got a minute, neither does Stella.

Dom, Michael, head for the creek bed from the north, OK?

-We'll go from the south. -DOMINIC: (OVER RADIO) Received.

Lawson, listen to me.

(WHISPERS) Do you wanna get Bridges on the phone?

Alright, I understand that you're under pressure,

but what happens if that kid takes a shot at someone on the way, right?

Yeah, well, he could do that anyway.

What we're gonna do, Lawson, is get Bridges on the phone.

Alright? And we're gonna try and get inside that kid's head.

Dom, Michael, OK, be alert.

You might wanna have another go.

No answer. I left a message. Must be out of range.

STELLA: OK, we're in a creek bed.

-LAWSON: (ON RADIO) Any sign of him? -Nup.

How you going there, Josh?

-I'm feeling it. -Well, hang in there, mate.

Don't be a soft-cock. I got straight back to work when I got shot.

You had a bulletproof vest on.

Yeah, it still hurt.

STELLA: (OVER RADIO) Lawson, where are you?

We can't be far.

(GROANS)

More pressure here.

Tell anyone my hand was this close to your dick and I'll knock you out.

(CHUCKLES WEAKLY) Muppet will be spewing.

He's used to it.

Josh. Josh, you need to stay awake.

Josh. Josh, stay awake.

Stell, approaching you now.

STELLA: I've been applying pressure, but he just lost consciousness.

-Do you know what he was shot with? -Oh, it could have been a .22.

DOMINIC: Lawson, we've spotted the boy. What now?

I need you over here. Help carry Josh back to the hut.

-Michael, stay there, cover the kid. -MICHAEL: Within range.

Well, look, just close enough to protect us from him, alright?

Our priority right now is to get Josh back to the hut.

Moving out, Michael.

Yeah, we found him. Well, he found us.

But we're still gonna need that chopper for an airlift.

We've got an officer with a gunshot wound to the thigh.

We'll need extra blood. He's, um... His type is O positive.

Check this out.

He's like a cross between Rambo and Jungle Boy.

Look at him go.

Kerry, we're at the hut. Where's this chopper?

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) It's close. Just keep an ear out.

-How is he? -Yeah, he's OK.

He's in and out of consciousness. I'm just worried about blood loss.

Look, I've ordered extra blood, so it's on its way.

OK, great.

Hang in there, mate, chopper's on its way.

Is this a sackable offence?

Yeah, what's that?

Getting shot by a kid.

I reckon the dent to your ego's punishment enough, don't you?

-Lawson. -LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Go ahead.

I've lost him.

What?!

Oh, shit!

He's fast. I don't know, he just...he just disappeared.

-What - you can't see him at all? -Can't hear him either.

Just bloody find him, Michael, alright?

-And when I do? -Just get back to me when you do.

Alright.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

-(GUNSHOT, PING!) -MAN: Get down!

-Jesus! He's shooting at the chopper. -SHANNON: No, no!

Move back! Move back!

Shannon, take cover!

Move, move!

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD)

I mean, what kind of kid takes on five armed coppers

and a bloody helicopter?

It's not even self-defence. He's taking us first.

-(FAINT TAPPING) -Get that?

Michael.

(OVER RADIO) Michael, is that you?

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) Tap on your comms twice if you can hear us.

Michael, are you too close to Robbie to talk?

(TWO TAPS OVER RADIO)

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson, the kid must have bolted up the hill

after he had a go at the chopper.

That's when Michael must have picked him up.

Listen, Air Wing's not gonna land until we disarm the shooter.

Yeah, I'm aware of that, Kerry. Thank you.

Stell?

MICHAEL: (OVER RADIO) He's at the clearing, moving towards the hut.

Waiting for your orders.

Right, cover me. I'm coming out.

Alright, where is he?

Two o'clock, 30m out.

(SHOUTS) Robbie!

Robbie, my name's Lawson.

We need to have a chat. Now, I'm not gonna hurt you, mate.

-I just wanna talk. -ROBBIE: I don't wanna talk to you!

He's on the move.

Get back, pig, or I'll shoot!

Yeah, alright. Look, it's OK.

All we wanna do is land the chopper. OK? That's all.

You see, the man you shot...

You see, he's gonna die unless we get him to a hospital.

-I don't care! -Fair enough.

How about this? Let us land the chopper and then we'll go.

Leave you here by yourself. Is that what you want?

Yeah, I'm good.

Yeah? You're good, are ya?

You sure about that?

I want Troy.

Yeah.

OK. Yeah, we can do that.

You just put the gun down, I'll organise for him to come up here.

No way! You bring him here first.

No, it doesn't work like that, Rob.

Yeah, it is. I've got the gun, I'm in charge.

That may be, but I still need you to put the weapon down

before I get him up here.

I wanna speak to Troy now!

Yeah, he's real close, OK? All you gotta do is put the gun down.

All you gotta do, mate, is just put down the gun

and we'll go and get him for ya.

-Michael, have you still got him? -MICHAEL: (OVER RADIO) I've got him.

Look, Robbie...

..now, we both know that you've done some things today you shouldn't have.

That's OK. It's alright.

You know why? Because we all make mistakes.

Like you shooting Damian. I mean, that was an accident, wasn't it?

No. I meant to kill him.

So, why don't you like Damian?

ROBBIE: He tried to take me and Mum away from Troy...

..and I didn't wanna be anywhere near him.

Yeah, why not?

Damian's a loser and...

..and a... and a bad influence to Mum.

-Oh, is that what Troy thinks? -Yeah, and he's right.

-Troy teach you how to shoot? -Course. He's the best ever.

He's won medals.

Well, he might have medals, mate...

..but he didn't teach you very well.

Did so! I got nearly two kills today.

Two kills? How do you figure that, Robbie?

Damian's recovering in hospital, mate. He's fine.

You're lying!

(TASER CRACKLES)

(GROANS)

It's alright, Robbie, just breathe.

OK, Robbie, I know it hurts, mate. Just breathe.

-(GROANS) -Robbie, just breathe.

-You took a risk. -Yeah, so did you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

So...

Well, I took the test 12 times and they all came out the same.

Oh, well, that's good.

I mean, it's consistent, and all that.

Yeah, well, it's negative.

No baby.

Uh... Oh, well.

"Oh, well"?

Are you kidding me?! More like, "Thank God!"

(SIGHS)

I am so very not ready to have a baby right now.

Oh, let me tell ya, I'm so very glad that you said that.

(CHUCKLES)

Right now, at this point in time,

I think we would be the crappiest parents in the planet.

You'd be a horrible mum. I'd be a pathetic dad.

Completely.

I love you, Nina.

But...

..you can't hide under my desk again.

OK.

I've gotta go.

Peace offering.

ROBBIE: I hate you.

I hate ALL of you.

I'm going to remember your faces and then I'm gonna hunt you down.

After that, I'm gonna grab you and then I'm gonna rip your guts out.

You're really, really ugly.

You're the ugliest person I've ever seen!

Bet you can't even get a boyfriend!

And you stink! Like vomit.

-(CHIP PACKET RUSTLES) -Give me a chip.

Give me one! I'll piss my pants if you don't.

Go on, then.

Go on, piss your pants.

And you can sit in it all the way back.

Michael, how much further to Melbourne?

Oh, about an hour.

-An hour? -Mmm.

How long do you reckon before that warm, wet piss turns ice-cold?