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Hey.

Hi.

What?

It's nothing you haven't seen before.

Shut up, Michael.

Well, it isn't.

Michael...

..I'm really uncomfortable.

Stop being a boy.

Hasn't bothered you in the past.

Boy!

Oh. Dick alert.

Hey! What are you doing here?

-Just trying to keep busy. -Yeah? How's your leg?

Yeah, it's alright. Physio reckons about another week.

Alright. Cool.

-See ya. -Catch ya.

Hey, Muppet.

Talking to me?

I don't see any other glove puppets in the room.

Is that my towel?

Uh, no.

Oh, hey. Actually, when I look at it, yeah. Maybe.

I must have got it mixed up. I got one just like it.

When you get your mum to wash it, get her to disinfect it as well.

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

Does your mum do your washing?

Yeah. I tell her not to but she likes doing it.

(CHUCKLES)

Piss off.

What? I think it's sweet.

OK.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) TR-1 - you able to respond to a suspicious car

tailing an armoured, heading west along Macquarie Road, Williamstown?

Blue Commodore. Partial on the rego - Oscar Foxtrot Kilo.

VKC, this is TR-1. We're about two minutes away.

Probably best taking Holman Street this time of day.

Thanks, boss.

-Everything alright? -Yeah, I'm fine.

(RAILWAY CROSSING SIGNAL RINGS)

Yep. There he is.

(SIREN WAILS)

Oh, pulling 'em over.

Thanks for that. We're good now.

Right, Shannon, you come with me.

See your licence, please?

Why?

Well, because I asked you to.

What did I do? I'm just driving, mate.

Down the road, left-hand side, within the speed limit.

Yeah, nothing to worry about. Just a routine check.

Do the reg.

See, thing is, I don't have to show you anything.

Actually, you do. The sooner you do, the sooner you can get out of here.

-Just doing your job, hey, mate? -Yeah. I am doing my job.

If you think you're being treated unfairly

you can talk to a lawyer or ombudsman or whoever you like.

But right now, I need to see your licence.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Registration plate reads Oscar Foxtrot Kilo 666.

That's Oscar Foxtrot Kilo 666.

Guy's being a bit of an idiot too.

Do you want to see if he's got any outstanding traffic or parking tikets?

Not listed as stolen.

Hang on.

The owner is Lisa Hornby. Looks like we've got no outstandings.

Car's registered to a female.

Yeah. That's my girlfriend Lisa. Lisa Hornby, alright?

My car's at the mechanics.

-Everything alright? -Yeah.

Seem a little agitated.

-You upset about something? -No. I'm not upset.

-Get out of the car. -What? Why? Why? Why?

-Out of the car, sir. Thank you. -This is harassment.

-Off the road. -Yeah.

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Just wait for me.

Lawson! I'll just go check on the...

(RAILWAY CROSSING SIGNAL RINGS)

Leon, can I get a check

if there's any roadworks happening on Hobsons Road today?

This means I'm going to have to deal with Vic Roads.

You have to give me a week.

(STATIC INTERFERENCE BLARES)

Buzz that armoured car.

Turn round this way.

-Anything in your pockets? -Yes.

-Would you like to see them? -Thank you.

-There you go, mate. -Other one.

-Radio's not working. -(INTERFERENCE WHINES)

Whoa.

-Unit 8 to Base. Come in, Base. -(STATIC CRACKLES)

Unit 8 to Base. Come in, Base.

(OVER P.A.) The truck is in lockdown.

All the brakes are locked.

Lock doors have been activated. We can't deactivate them.

The vehicle's going nowhere and we can't open it.

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS AND CHOKES)

(COUGHS)

Still nothing on the radio.

-Well, use your phone. -No. No signal.

What?

(SMACKS DESK)

-Kerry? -Yeah?

-(ELECTRONIC HUMMING) -What's that noise?

TR-1, doing the check on the armoured car -

their comms just went down.

I tried them on their mobiles, and nothing -

just this sound.

-Where are they on the grid? -Signal's down.

It's not at our end?

I asked VKC to get hold of them, and they couldn't.

I couldn't even get them on the mobile.

Hey, Dom.

Yeah, we're having trouble getting through to TR-1.

-Could you try them on the radio? -DOMINIC: Yeah. Shall do, Kerry.

TR-1, do you copy? Over.

TR-1, do you copy? Over.

No, we're not having any luck at our end, Kerry.

Yeah, got that.

Look, their last location was Hudsons Road on Spotswood.

Just hold on.

Security company on the line.

They've lost all contact with the armoured car -

no phone, no radio, no GPS locator, nothing.

Dom, did you get that? Yeah, you'd better head over there.

DOMINIC: OK. We're five away.

-Have you got anything? -Still no signal.

Think he's part of it?

Dunno.

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Can I go or...?

Place your hands out in front for me. Make a fist.

Why?

Put your hands out in front, make a fist.

Why?

We're taking you into custody for breaching the peace.

What?!

Arms out, make a fist for me. Thank you.

Do it now.

You're not obliged to say or do anything

unless you wish to do so.

Whatever you do say will be recorded.

This is a joke.

Do you understand your rights?

Yeah, I understand. You cops are gonna do whatever you want anyway.

Watch your head.

(TRAIN RATTLES)

Finally.

-Where the hell's Michael? -The GPS is out.

Roadworkers are gone.

Come on, let's go.

Eugh!

-You guys got comms? -No, we lost them just up there.

Where's the armoured car?

Well, a road gang detoured it down this street,

and now the armoured and the road gang are gone.

Look, Michael came down here for a look,

and then the phone and the comms went down.

-So where is GI Joke? -Dunno.

-Well, wasn't anyone backing him up? -No, we were dealing with this guy.

DOMINIC: Well, who's this guy?

We arrested him on suspicion he was tailing the armoured car.

-So you're part of it, are you? -I'm what?

-Where are they? -Who?

-Where have they gone? -Stell, you're not helping, alright?

There's a side street down here, goes onto Hallam Road.

He could have gone one of two ways - left or right, OK?

You go left, we'll go right.

The security company is AHT. The armoured is black with orange trim.

-OK? -SHANNON: Lawson.

-Yep? -Michael's gun.

-Come on, let's go. -DOMINIC: Yeah.

He should have bailed when he lost the gun.

GPS is back.

Yep, so's the phone signal.

This is Lawson. Comms check.

KERRY: Yeah, talk to me, Lawson.

LAWSON: Yeah, we lost the armoured car. It disappeared...

Yeah, and you lost Michael. Dom just updated me.

TR-2 got their comms back a few minutes ago.

Look, Leon reckons it's some sort of jamming device, very high-tech,

stopping the guards from calling it in.

Any ideas how to find the bloody thing?

Oh, look, we're down to looking at traffic cameras on Hallam Road

trying to get a visual on it.

OK, copy that. Let us know.

-OK, you found them? -Nah. Traffic cameras are down.

-Oh, fantastic. -Well, yeah, it kind of is.

See, I don't think they realise the traffic cameras are wi-fi.

They send their pictures back via radio signals.

So they're jammed just like our comms are jammed.

But we're still running blind.

Yeah, but see, the cameras start to go down

near where the armoured car went missing, alright?

Then, in sequence, they go down heading east along Hallam Road,

then Hyde, then Whitehall Street.

I can't tell you where the armoured car is,

but I can tell you the direction it's headed.

Alright, TR-1, TR-2,

it looks like the armoured car headed east along Hallam Road,

then onto Hyde Street, Whitehall Street.

Let's turn around.

Is that the best you can do?

Piss off.

LEON: You'll know you're getting close if your comms go down.

As a guesstimate, it's got a range of about 500 metres.

LAWSON: Kerry, Armed Rob would have an idea on this crew, wouldn't they?

KERRY: They're putting together a list of possibilities.

Yeah, OK.

Also get 'em to take a look at this fella, Milos Fink.

He was the guy in the car we pinged following the armoured.

Yep. Will do.

Hey, Alex, can you get onto Armed Rob?

Yeah, it's Inspector Kerry Vincent, Tactical Response.

Look, have we got a chopper in the air?

Yeah, we're looking for an armoured car

heading towards the city.

So, Milos, what do you do for a living?

Uh, rob armoured cars.

I'm a...I'm a pattern-maker for shirts.

You gotta be kidding!

What?

The traffic lights have stopped going out.

OK, they're somewhere in NewQuay.

Can you get Air Wing over to NewQuay?

All units, we think they may have gone into NewQuay,

the entrance off Docklands Highway.

Lawson, Air Wing's over NewQuay now.

There's no sign of the armoured car as yet.

LAWSON: OK, copy that.

-(GAS HISSES) -See this? It's ether.

If I spray any more in there, I'm likely to kill you.

So why don't you come out now and we won't hurt you.

No. No.

OK, have it your own way.

(GAS HISSES)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

Police choppers.

They can't be looking for us. How would they know?

There's a good chance your little toy's not working.

It's doing everything it should. No signals are getting out.

I'm not waiting any longer. Let's get on with it.

(POWER TOOL WHINES)

You're good to go.

You're gonna have to find a way to narrow down this area.

Yeah, I know, Kerry.

But you hassling me isn't gonna make it happen any quicker.

-I've already lost 10 seconds. -OK.

Thanks.

(GROANS)

-Oh! -(YELLS) Dave!

Arggh!

(GROANING)

Could the unit be transmitting to a satellite or a tower?

It's not a mobile phone. It's a jam...

It's a jammer.

TR-1 and TR-2, are you still receiving me?

DOM: Yeah, TR-2. We're still getting you.

Yep. TR-1 as well.

OK, look, the jamming machine is a type of transmitter

so its signal would have a defined range.

It'd be roughly a circle.

If we can find the edges of the circle,

we'll find the centre and that's where the armoured car will be.

(BLOWTORCH HISSES)

How do we find the edges of the circle?

Just use your phones.

When the signal bar drops out, that's the edge of the circle.

Mark it on a map. TR-1, go one way. TR-2 go the other way.

Then when you meet up again, that's the outline of your circle.

Find the centre of your circle and you'll find Michael.

See, pressure makes diamonds, Leon.

Thank you.

(COUGHS)

Why he'd take on an armed robbery crew single-handed, I...

It's nuts.

There's been something up his arse lately.

Do you know what it is?

Really? I mean, come on. You guys hang out.

He hasn't said anything.

He's an idiot and he needs to grow up, I'm telling you.

Oh, OK, Dom.

Don't give me any trouble, alright?

OK. Hold it. Yep. We've got the edge here.

OK, I'm marking your position.

Alright, keep going straight until we find the signal again.

Listen, you gonna take me down to the station or something?

Yeah, we're gonna drop you off to General Duties

at the first opportunity.

You'll have to bear with us until then, unfortunately.

Where do you work?

-Samson Menswear. -Where's that?

That's in Point Cook.

Bundoora to Point Cook?

You'd take the Western Ring Road, wouldn't you?

Yeah, you would, if you wanna sit in a car park all day.

OK, I've lost signal. Go.

LEON: OK, TR-2 has dropped out again.

(BLOWTORCH HISSES)

Leon. Leon, got another marker for you.

Near the corner of Docklands Drive

and Wharf Street.

OK, that's great. We should only need a couple more.

(BLOWTORCH HISSES)

(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)

(BEEPING AND WHIRRING STOPS)

DOM: Alright, OK, I got the signal back.

Hey, Leon, I got a position for you.

It's Little Docklands Drive.

Nuh. Are you sure?

It doesn't fit the pattern.

Oh, shit.

Michael's back online.

The...the jammer must have been turned off or...

Michael, can you hear me?

The jammer's off.

Michael, come in. Over.

Michael?

Michael, can you read?

(BLOWTORCH HISSES)

(SHOUTS) Lucas, get out here!

MAN: If that guy's got a hobby, it's taking a shit.

Never known someone to spend so bloody long in the dunny.

Yeah, get in there and help him wipe his arse, mate.

Hey, pal. Hey.

(MUSICAL RING TONE PLAYS)

Get Lucas out here.

Where's the jammer?

Shit. The jammer's been messed with.

I've found Lucas. Get over here.

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

Tie him up.

Odds aren't in your favour, mate.

It's not your money. Why do you care, anyway?

Wouldn't you rather go home and hug your kids

and tell 'em what a shit day you had.

(YELLS) Wouldn't ya?

Alright. I'm coming out.

Here's the gun.

(GROANS)

Tie him up.

So, you gonna tell us how you found us?

Are you gonna tell us how you found us

or we gonna beat the crap out of you?

How's that feel? Nice?

Lungs can't open.

Cover his eyes.

KERRY: Lawson, we don't have an exact point,

but Michael should be within 500m.

LAWSON: Yep. Copy that.

-DOMINIC: Hey. -MILOS: You right?

Come here. I got something to show you.

Should've just asked me to get out, actually.

Milos, if you're involved in this in any way,

now's the time to speak.

-Your mates... -They're not my mates.

They've got a cop.

They do anything to him, it's on your head.

I don't know who they are, alright? OK?

And, to be honest, I'm getting a little bit upset

about the way I'm being treated.

Listen, you and I both know you're the spotter for these blokes.

I was trying to find a shortcut to work.

Bullshit.

You'll be up for armed rob and, if someone dies, murder.

Just like the rest of them. No different. Understand?

Yeah. You know what, peak hour on Western Ring Road is a nightmare.

That's the only reason I was on Hudsons Road when you picked me up.

Alright, put your hands out for me.

Dom, cut him free.

-There you go. -On your way.

Thanks very much.

I'm supposed to find my own way back to my car, am I?

We could cuff you and put you back in here, if you like.

Can you? Have a good day.

You got anything?

Nuh.

Hope you're right about this.

Nah, I don't believe his story about the shortcut.

Why don't you two follow him?

Stay nice and loose. See where he goes.

Yep.

OK, we're looking for signage.

Anything that's gonna give us an address.

OK.

Two things I can't understand.

How'd you get onto us so quick?

How come you were alone?

And how come you don't have a gun?

That's three things, mate. (LAUGHS)

(GROANS)

Mate, we got cop cars up the road.

Load up the money.

Your fancy jammer didn't seem to work.

-It worked fine. -How'd they get onto us so quick?

-Milos must have talked. -No way.

If he talked, they'd be busting down the door now.

Yeah, I don't know.

Dom, he's heading west towards you.

Yeah, copy that.

I'm going to hang back here in case he doubles back.

Yeah, I got him.

KERRY: Good boy, Michael.

See the little sign there? Do you want to just pick up on that?

Right, Whirlwind Freight.

Do you want to get Whirlwind Freight on the line, Alex?

It's D47...

Is that an 'E'? E...

No!

Oh, shit.

You.

(GROANS)

(MICHAEL GROANS)

Lawson, Dom, have you lost the feed?

LAWSON: Yeah, yeah, we saw that.

Leon, tell Air Wing to back off.

We want to give this guy a false sense of wellbeing. Yeah?

He's going into the industrial area through the back entrance.

OK, we're going to head in the front.

Shannon, I want you to come back here to TR-2 and patrol the area.

Yep, copy that.

(MUFFLED CRIES)

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED GROANS)

(MUFFLED) Hey! Hey!

Hey? Hey!

(MUFFLED) Who's there? Who's there?

-Clear. -STELLA: Clear.

-(GROANS) -LAWSON: You alright?

They just left. They didn't take the car.

How long ago? Two minutes.

-Shit. -Leon get on to VKC.

Tell them a full lockdown of NewQuay and Harbour Town.

I want roadblocks, car checks

of every route coming in and out of that place, alright?

Also pedestrian traffic.

We reckon these guys may have taken off on foot with the money.

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

KERRY: Yeah, we're getting an ID on an Andrew Kronin.

He's been questioned by Armed Robs about 11 times in the last 3 years.

He's known as the 2-minute man, apparently.

If a job takes longer than two minutes, he walks,

whether he's got the money or not.

LAWSON: Bet he wishes he stuck to his golden rule today.

-What about the others? -LEON: Nothing yet.

There was a similar heist a few years back in WA

but they never caught them.

-You'll be needing that. -MICHAEL: Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, give me some credit, Lawson.

These guys are professionals and they screwed...

Michael. Michael. You didn't call it in, OK?

..and they screwed with the comms.

Well, you could have waited for backup.

You abandoned all standard operating procedure again.

Again! 'Cause it's not the first time, is it?

I thought you were a little smarter than that.

Understand this, Michael.

People get killed doing this sort of shit.

STELLA: Lawson, uniforms have got one of them in the mall.

Yep, copy that.

I almost feel sorry for him.

Stell?

He went into the sports store to get a change of clothes.

Security tried to check his bag on the way out.

Recognise him?

David. Davo.

Alright, that means there's two more. Let's keep looking.

You, get back to the TR. You're off.

Any spare uniforms, come with me.

I think I've spotted one. He's west of the tent.

He's heading east... east towards you.

Male Caucasian, 30s, dark clothing, sunglasses, with a backpack.

Where'd he go?

I don't know. I have absolutely no idea.

There he is!

Right. All units, suspect's heading east down the promenade.

(GROANS)

Get up!

Alright, find his bag, OK? We're still looking for one offender.

Get up. Take him away.

MICHAEL: Stell?

What, Michael?

I want you to be with me.

It's all I want. I can't help it.

Michael...

Well, I can't so...

Well, I'm sorry.

You sure he dumped it here?

Yeah, um, maybe if you jump in there.

Here, I'll give you a lift.

No. No.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

What?

You got in.

Eugh.

What have you got?

The bag.

-(LAUGHS) -So, um...

You feel like a long holiday on the Italian Riviera?

I mean, even in euros, that... that's a lot of money.

(LAUGHS) I'd get caught.

Yeah, no, so would I. I mean...

(CHUCKLES)