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Bad dream?

Dunno.

What was it about?

-Don't you hate that? -Uh, it's alright.

It's better not knowing.

(SIGHS)

Sandra used to write hers down.

She'd have a notebook and a pen by the bed.

-I don't. -Hmm?

Dream.

I don't dream. I never have.

Some people find that weird.

-(BEEPING) -It's rejected, sir.

Try it again.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

No.

It's rejected.

Do you have another card?

No, I don't.

I'm sorry, sir.

No, I need to fill my tank.

MAN ON RADIO: TR-2, are you able to respond to a silent alarm

at a Williamstown servo, corner of Ferguson and Lygon Street.

Uh, yeah. We're two away.

Alright, wakey-wakey. Break's over.

Bastard.

It's just a tank of petrol.

LEON: The offender doesn't seem to be armed.

Now, if, for any reason, you should decide to turn that off

before I've filled up,

I will come back in here and I'll put you in a wheelchair.

OK?

-Hey! I need you to open the door. -I can't. I can't!

Josh, he's up your end.

Stell, go down Ferguson. Dom, you cut him off at the park!

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Oi! Stop!

Get on the ground.

Oh!

Josh is down. I repeat, Josh is down.

Hey. Get up, you girl.

-Come on. -(JOSH GROANS)

Why'd you stop chasing him?

-You were down. -I'm not bloody down.

Well, the good news is that they'll be big like a couple of footballs

and the bad news is that they'll be black and painful.

Big black balls. (LAUGHS)

I do love a girl in her undies on the computer.

Do you?

-Really? -Uh-huh.

-Tell me how much. -Oh-ho! Hmm.

-So what? -(LAUGHS)

-Say it. Speak. -You're kind of, um...

(SQUEAKS) ..on my voice box there.

-Aw! -Maybe you should dance.

Do a little dance for me, like this.

(LAUGHS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-Did you invite someone else? -Uh-uh.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-Stay there. -No. No. You... (GROANS)

-Jacinta Burns? -Yes.

-Warrant. -What?

Papers, computers, anything else that may be associated.

-Oh, excuse me. -Step aside.

Lawson? Lawson?

Put some pants on, sir.

Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake, Tactical Response.

Apologies. Marie Carroll. Detective Senior Sergeant, Drug Squad.

Drug Squad? You want to tell me what this is all about?

It seems that your lady friend has been...

Jacinta - individual, living in a democratic society.

Jac, Jac, let me handle this. Go on.

We believe she's been talking to a drug importer.

-Got your facts straight? -Please, don't touch that.

Don't obstruct my men. How about you put something on too?

Well, how about you get out of my house?

Jac, Jac, show me that.

That allows me to break, enter and search this property.

You've been dealing in affairs that don't concern you.

-I find that very hard to believe. -Oh, well, it's called research.

-It's called a criminal act. -Alright, Detective.

I suggest you and your men do your job and you do it quickly.

And I'd like to see your mobile phone if I may.

-No, you may not. -Detective?

Can we have a chat?

Now, can you tell me exactly what this is all about?

What - hasn't she filled you in?

Well, let's hear your version.

We believe her source is involved in the importation of drugs.

And, currently, he's trying to cover his tracks

by feeding your girlfriend a bunch of misinformation -

trying to deflect the blame onto someone else.

Well, do you know who her source is?

We have an idea but we need her to give a proper ID,

hence our little...interruption.

Well, with all due respect, there are other ways of going about it.

Wouldn't you agree?

Either she gives us her informant

or she's gonna be looking at charges herself.

Pleasure having you.

Do you reckon this guy just got lucky, Josh?

Nuh. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Oh. You want an ice pack or something?

Oh, whoa. Hey, Leon, we got a weapon here.

Sawn-off shottie, balaclava, gloves.

-Everything. -We caught him on his way to work?

LEON: I've got an address for you.

Car's registered to a John Welsh,

22 Queensberry Street, North Melbourne.

-Has he got any form? -Yeah, I'm onto it.

How they hangin', Josh?

The next person to ask that dies. And that means you too.

(CHUCKLES)

So this fella really knows how to handle himself

so he might be military.

I want everything you've got on him, alright?

-Get out! -(SHRIEKS)

Cordon this off. Don't let anyone near that car.

LEON: Josh, we've got a report of a carjacking not far from you.

Jackson Street and Friar.

Offender fits the description of your nut job.

He's currently driving a blue Pulsar hatch.

Got it.

He's got a bit of a CV. Did two years for a bank job in '03.

And you were right about the military training.

He was SAS until '02.

I better get to work, sort this out.

Yeah, so, what is 'this' exactly?

Just a story.

Just a story that's drawing police attention.

-Going-nowhere bullies. -Mm-hm.

Not you.

Look, I'm doing an investigative piece.

(SIGHS) The person at the centre of it,

well, has a...has a profile.

Who is he?

-It's not finished yet. -Oh, great.

I'll look forward to reading about it in the paper, shall I?

(SIGHS)

Sandy Bennett is using his shipping company

to bring in illegal substances.

Now, I've got enough material

to show that he's a drug-dealing fathead

hiding behind his MCC membership.

Yeah, look, Jac, if you have information about a crime,

you need to tell the police.

It's not finished yet. I said that. It's not finished yet.

A lot of things still need to fall into place.

Well, who's giving you the information?

I can't tell you that.

I'm not writing about a crime, Lawson.

I'm writing about the abuse of power.

It'd be somewhat hypocritical, don't you think,

if I told my cop boyfriend.

You're not gonna tell me who your source is?

Well, no.

All I can tell you is that he works for Bennett.

He's got inside information.

-Please don't ask me anything else. -How else am I supposed to help you?

Well, I left my car at work last night

so you could give me a lift.

Please?

JACINTA: Is he OK?

No, no, no. Rory, you can't do that.

Just...just wait a minute.

Just let me talk to him first.

We're about two minutes away from the office.

Please, don't do anything until I've spoken to him.

(ENDS CALL AND SIGHS)

-BLAKE: What's the problem? -Doubt.

My source has got doubts.

Rory said he's pulled out.

-Who's Rory? -My editor.

The whole frickin' world gets a whiff of doubt

and they start hacking down walls and squishing ladybugs.

David?

Oh. Oh, no, please. Please, David...

Just...just come and talk to me.

No, no, no. Actually, I'll come and talk to you.

Oh, shit. Shit!

(SIGHS)

Could be making hub caps for a living.

Could I make hub caps for a living?

I doubt it.

Thanks for the lift.

Hey, um, we were halfway through something this morning

before those "going-nowhere bullies" busted in on us.

-Oh, no, we weren't. -Oh, we weren't?

No, we'd only just started.

We had hours and hours to go.

-Hours? -Mm-hm.

Rory? Hi.

I'm gonna ring our source to let him know that everything's OK.

I can't believe what's happened this morning!

They took my laptop.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(STARTS ENGINE)

Prick.

JOSH: Hello, Mr Welsh.

Stell, take the car and watch the back.

Police! Open up!

JOSH: Police!

It's clear.

Check that out.

(CREAKING)

-DOM: Put the weapon down! -I'm on the job!

-I'm on the job! -JOSH: Get on the ground!

-Put the weapon down! -Get down on the ground!

-I'm a cop. I'm a cop! -Get on the ground now!

My badge is in my back pocket.

-I thought I was in real trouble. -Why not make your presence known?

-He was in the house. I couldn't. -What were you doing?

We've got a surveillance post across the road.

We're investigating John Welsh and a bunch of truck-jackings.

So, what - you thought you'd do some up-close surveillance?

Try the lights.

No mains power.

So every three days, someone's gotta come in here

and change the listening devices.

The techs were getting jack of it

and I didn't think he'd be back so soon.

-What's your interest in him? -Didn't want to pay for his petrol.

-What? -And assault.

-Assaulting a police officer. -Fair dinkum?

I'm not surprised. He hates anything in a uniform.

Strange for a bloke with his background.

You know anything about him?

Yeah, he was SAS.

Counter-terrorism.

Now he's into armed robbery.

Went from law-abiding member of the military to armed robber overnight.

Happens with these elite guys.

They get out of the army, still need their adrenaline fix.

You really are lucky to still be walking.

-Emergency pack. -How'd you know that'd be there?

He needs to go to more Neighbourhood Watch meetings.

Oven's the first place you look.

He's not worried about break-ins.

There would have been another one upstairs and one at every exit

in case he needs to leave in a hurry.

Dom, get onto Leon, see if he's got anything on Welsh's whereabouts.

-He's gonna need another car. -Yep.

You seem to have a pretty good idea where this guy's head's at.

Do you know anything about this?

Tabong Liberation Front.

Depending on who you ask, they're a freedom-fighting unit in Burma.

They're also on the terrorist watch list.

They're known to put bombs on buses.

Welsh goes over a few times a year to train them.

Being an expert in counter-terrorism,

who better to train terrorists?

-Leon's got nothin'. -Alright.

So he's not coming back here. Where would he go?

This is where you bow out, I'm afraid.

He assaulted three people.

Mate, I understand you having half a mongrel for this bloke...

What's he gotta do before you arrest him?

I'm not turning my back on three months' slog.

-What's he gotta do? -He was gonna do it today.

We had a whole sting operation ready to go.

But I reckon you probably spooked him.

Meaning there's no plan to bring him down in the foreseeable future?

-Thanks to you. -Right.

If I see him, I'm arresting him.

DOM: The guy's a jerk but I can kind of see his point.

-Josh? -Yeah, he's got a point.

Yeah.

-So, what are we doing? -Going after him.

Right, well, I don't think we've got all that long

before he shuts us down.

Hang a left up here, do a run past the park.

You'll want to be careful. It'll crack if you keep doing that.

Huh?

That poor window. You're staring at it like it stole your muesli bar.

I don't eat muesli bars.

I don't either.

(SCOFFS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

I think there's someone following me.

Sorry?

In my car. I went to meet with my source and he didn't turn up.

Now, I don't know, there's a car behind me.

Well, hang on. What do you mean following you?

It's taken every turn with me.

Well, are you sure it's not just heading in the same direction?

(SCOFFS) OK, thanks.

-No. Hang on. Wait up. -Forget it.

Are we OK?

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

Shit! Leon, Leon?

I need you to triangulate a mobile for me.

Yeah, yeah, good-o. Yeah, I'll get back to you.

Alright.

Josh, Organised Crime have been on the phone.

Figured they would sooner or later.

Could you come back to base?

(PHONE RINGS)

JACINTA: (RECORDED MESSAGE) You've called Jacinta Burns.

Please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as possible.

Jac? Jac, hi, it's me.

Can you answer your phone?

Look, we're heading towards you now.

-We're heading down Boundary Road. -Is that her?

Yep. Yep.

-Pull over. Pull over. -Yeah, I am.

Hey. Hey.

-You right? -Mm.

-What...you're not hurt? -No.

-You hit your head? -No.

What the hell happened?

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Listen, I don't know. I was just...

-I think I got wiped off the road. -Wh...what? By who?

-Did you get a number plate? -Uh-uh.

-What about a make of a car? -Um...

-Did you see that? -Ye...yep. It was white.

And...newish.

-Did you get a look at the driver? -Uh, no.

-You didn't recognise him at all? -He had a hat...

No, he had a hat on and...

..sunglasses.

-Wrap... You know. -It's alright. Don't worry about it.

-We'll follow it up, OK? -No.

-No. Actually, just let it go. -Wh...what, Jac?

You just got run off the road. I'm not gonna let it go.

-I don't want to deal with it. -You don't have to.

I'll deal with it. That's what I do, OK?

Oh, God, yeah, sorry. That's what YOU do.

-That's your...thing. -Listen...

Are you gonna tell me what's really going on here?

I'm not gonna do this now.

Stop this secretive bullshit, OK? Stop it.

Fair enough.

I just want to go home. Don't worry about it. It's OK.

Jac? Jac? Jac, look...

I'm sorry.

-Are you OK? -Mm-hm.

(SIGHS)

Are we about to get our arses kicked?

I think so.

Are we in the shit?

No, no, no. They are.

O'Neil, specifically.

See, they were gonna grab John Welsh today.

His boss went through the roof

when he realised there was no Tactical component.

How did he think he was gonna do it?

"One man - how hard can it be?"

-He wanted all the glory. -Yeah, I reckon so.

So is he a total idiot or...?

No. I asked around.

World's best practice. Great reputation. His men love him.

He just reckons he's bulletproof, that's all.

-Good thing his boss doesn't. -Yeah.

So Welsh is going after a pharmaceuticals truck.

We're on point for arrest. Just waiting for TR-1.

Glad we got that all sorted out.

You'll get your arrest but I get the cum shot.

The what?

The cum shot. The money shot.

The big one for the truck-jackings.

Well, you were pretty sure we'd scared him off.

What makes you think he's gonna go for it?

He has no idea we had him under surveillance.

All he knows is there's a bunch of cops chasing after him

over some dispute about petrol.

So, hopefully, he'll go for it.

So, uh, this is it.

Well, here it is. Home, sweet home.

Um...should have cleaned up.

There's, um...there's some bread in the cupboard

and milk in the fridge, DVDs...

..TV.

Excellent. I'll make myself a nice cup of tea and a piece of toast.

-Right. -Do you have WiFi yet?

Uh...no.

Right.

Um, Lawson, you're being so sweet

but, look, I'm sorry but I've got to work.

That's fine. There's a computer round there.

Yeah, but everything I need is at home.

-No, you're not going back there, OK? -Really?

Someone tried to run you off the road today.

-Yeah, well, that's debatable. -No, you said it yourself, OK?

-I can't be sure... -You're staying here.

At least for tonight. OK. Look...

I'll bring you home something to eat. What do you want for dinner?

Um...

..gefilte fish.

(LAUGHS)

Thai will do.

Alright.

-Just take it easy, OK? -Uh-huh.

OK.

Here.

-(KEYS RATTLE) -OK.

-Hey? -Yep.

You have the most perfectly shaped arse

on any Tactical Response Unit I have ever seen.

I'm still on shift, alright?

(SQUAWKS)

What does that smile tell you?

I don't know. What?

That Jacinta's a highly intelligent woman

who's exceptionally good at her job, Shannon.

-Everything alright? -Yep.

Need follow-up on that car, though.

Yep. I put out a call and Leon's accessing road cameras.

-Says he'll get back to us. -Yeah, great.

What?

SHANNON: Seatbelts on, boys.

MAN: Go around, please.

Uh, Steve O'Neil, this is Lawson Blake.

-G'day. -G'day, mate.

So this is Steve's show, alright, but we own the arrest phase.

OK. Fine.

Let's go.

-Oi. -Hey.

Heard you copped one in the balls earlier.

I'm never gonna live it down.

Well, I had a crap morning as well, if it makes you feel any better.

OK. Let's get this started, yeah?

Do you want to give us some background, Steve?

John Marshall Welsh is the target.

Ex-SAS, highly trained.

He's wanted over a number of suspected truck hijackings.

Now, he's an expert in firearms

and he will resist arrest.

Welsh tried to bribe the driver

in the theft of a shipment of pharmaceuticals.

Luckily, the driver came to us. So don't shot him. He's on our side.

Now, according to information supplied by the driver,

he is to bring his truck to this truck stop on Moorland Street.

Alright? Driver goes in for a coffee.

Welsh takes the truck while the driver's inside. We follow him.

Why not take him there?

He'll be armed. It's a public space.

If it gets ugly, it's too risky.

BLAKE: Alright, then where do you plan we do the arrest?

He'll have a storage facility. We'll follow him there.

Are you saying you don't know where that is?

No.

I'll be in a surveillance car. I'll guide you in.

That could be bloody anywhere.

That truck could be going to Adelaide for all you know.

Taking him at the truck stop's not possible.

If you want to know what this guy's capable of, ask Sergeant Joshua.

OK?

Let's go root this pig!

What do you reckon about O'Neil?

I'd hoped he'd have done his homework more thoroughly.

I'm not real comfortable with doing the arrest who knows where, you know?

We'll be right. Just do it on the fly.

Seems to be the way he operates.

-You want this guy badly, don't you? -Yep.

-Kerry? -Yeah?

It's about O'Neil.

Remember that hit-and-run last year where Ted Harris got killed?

-What's that got to do with O'Neil? -Yeah, I'm getting there.

Last time they arrested this Welsh guy,

about half a dozen cops beat the living crap out of him.

The cops reckoned Welsh put all their names on a hit list.

-And Harris was on that list? -Yeah.

-Along with someone closer to home. -O'Neil.

-BLAKE: Did he mention this? -JOSH: Nup.

Hey, O'Neil?

Just a sec. I'm gonna ride with you, yep? Just get my shooter.

LEON: Hey, Josh, listen to this.

"I do not respect the decision of this court.

"If my country refuses to fight against injustice,

"then it's my right to take up that fight myself."

Guess who said it?

It sure as shit wasn't Martin Luther King.

-Who? -LEON: John Welsh. At his trial.

His defence was he was robbing banks

to finance his Burmese liberation buddies.

I bet that failed as a defence strategy.

So does that make him a saint?

I just reckon anyone who sticks it

to the generals over there can't be half bad.

They blow up buses, Leon.

TR-2 in position.

Think it'd be worth the risk, going for a packet of chips?

Oh! Why'd you have to say 'chips', Dom?

I'm hungry, Stell.

You want to risk getting your nuts crunched, go for it.

No, I might wait.

Think he'll show?

I don't know.

This is a military mission to him.

"Complete the mission" is all he'll be thinking.

He'll be here.

Probably.

JOSH: How do you have a normal life?

-What? -I'm thinking about Welsh.

How do you come down from a job like that - the SAS?

Well, the smart ones go mountain climbing.

KERRY: So, I hear he's got you on a hit list.

-Oh, I don't know if that's current. -What happened?

Arrested him a few years back for an armed rob.

He went berserk.

Took six of us to bring him down.

He broke my leg in three places,

fractured my skull, broke my jaw.

I was six weeks in hospital and eight months off work.

Jeez.

So, what about Ted Harris?

Teddy got killed crossing the road.

It wasn't Welsh making good on any threats.

Oh, yeah?

Seems like he's pretty serious about his threats.

-Couldn't be proved. -What do you reckon?

I reckon it's possible but where's the evidence?

Anyway, it might be best if you just stay in the background

till we wrap this thing up, eh?

I've got a healthy respect for the man but I'm not scared of him.

Here we go.

Yeah, truck's in position.

KERRY: Yeah, driver's gone into the cafe.

Standing by.

So where is he?

Making sure it's all clear.

Got a Plan B?

Mate, all you had to do was sit in there and drink your coffee.

KERRY: Josh, the suspect has entered the vehicle.

-The driver is still in there. -JOSH: Is he a hostage?

Possibly - let's just follow them to the next location.

-But keep your distance. -Alright.

What'd I say about Adelaide, Kerry?

Anything jumping out at you about where this might be headed?

Did you know anything about this place?

We knew he had something around here but no exact address.

The truck's gone down the end of the road, into the farm there.

Stell, can you get onto Leon -

see if he can get a satellite picture of the property?

STELL: Yeah. Leon, I need you to send me a satellite...

We'll take it from here, OK?

Arrest away, but I only ask one thing.

Don't cordon and call.

Why is that?

He'll know the driver was turned and he'll kill him.

Believe me - I know how he works. He won't hesitate on that count.

Alright. We'll keep that in mind.

What do you reckon?

-He knows Welsh better than us. -Yeah.

Hey, there's geese.

It's gonna be a problem getting close without upsetting them.

We could rush him before he has a chance to take the driver hostage.

BLAKE: Yep, I agree.

Stell, how we doing?

Alright, if we can all gather round.

Come on, boys.

Those of you who don't know, my name's Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake.

Now, the situation we have today

is an offender held up in that house there -

John Welsh - and one hostage.

Our mission today is to effect the lawful arrest of that offender, OK?

Satellite map of the property here.

Got the road here, going up through there.

House. Adjoining shed.

Alright?

O'Neil, you and your men make the perimeter at 100m.

OK? You got that?

Now, because there are geese on the property,

it does make a covert approach impossible.

So two Tac vehicles, this one from this position.

That one from the rear of the property.

We'll move in simultaneously, at speed.

OK, the goal is to apprehend quickly

and deny Welsh the opportunity to exploit his hostage

or to make a stronghold of the house.

Now, if he does get past us, you blokes on the perimeter

are the second line of defence.

The second line of defence. You get that?

I want everybody to be safe out there.

Alright? John Welsh is a trained killer.

He's killed before - he will not hesitate

if you stand between him and his freedom.

So let's all go home tonight, OK?

-No worries. -Let's go.

Gee 'em up, why don't you?

Just want my men to know what they're up against.

You four with me.

Go, mate. You take the rest of them round there.

Dangerous dickhead.

TR-2 in position.

BLAKE: Alright, O'Neil, let me know when your men are in position.

O'NEIL: Yeah, copy that.

(GEESE HONK LOUDLY)

Lawson, there's a D well inside the perimeter.

O'Neil, tell your men to hold their designated positions.

No further.

O'NEIL: All units, hold your position.

(GEESE SQUAWK LOUDLY)

Oh, Christ, Lawson. This is a hunting party.

Police! Don't move!

JOSH: Go, go, go!

Put your weapon down!

Back off! Back off!

O'Neil, come in.

O'Neil, I know what you're doing.

(WHISPERS) Hey. Hey.

Get out of here.

Hey!

You're inside the perimeter. Get back.

(GROANS)

BLAKE: Stell?

Take care of him, will you?

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)

JOSH: O'Neil!

O'Neil, put it down!

Look at me!

-What?! -Put it down now!

-Covering, Josh! Covering! -LAWSON: Covering!

We've got this. You two, piss off!

What the hell is wrong with you people?

I'm trying to make an arrest!

Step away from the weapon. Step away from the weapon.

Leon, we're gonna need an ambo.

Just stop.

(KEYS RATTLE, DOOR OPENS)

BLAKE: Hello?

No fish, plenty of pad Thai.

Jac?

Jacinta?

Hello?

(GALAH SQUAWKS)

Dunno, mate.

Hey.

You didn't even check to see who it was.

Good point.

Who are you, Lawson?

I thought you were supposed to be staying at my place tonight.

Well, that was your idea.

I mean, it was a good idea but my idea's better.

Hey.

I just... I don't get it, OK?

What?

Do you want me to help you or...or not?

Look, I-I'm sorry, OK, that I involved you in my work.

Well, it's also my work, you see?

We have systems in place to deal with this.

-'We'? -Yes, 'we'. Us.

The police.

See, I'm gonna have a problem with that because I don't do systems

and I don't do 'us'.

So...

So my story's dead.

Legal's pulled it. Crisis over.

Can...can we just move on?

I've got some beautiful wine in here.

Just pretend today didn't happen, eh?

See, I spent all day...

..all day worrying about you.

I know.

I know.

KERRY: Hey.

Welsh is gonna live.

Ah. Call that a win?

O'Neil will probably get away with it too.

His boys will back him up, say whatever he wants.

That's our culture.

That's police culture.

The tribe protects the transgressions of the individual.

Bit deep for me.

It's a double-edged sword. There are times when it works for you.

You know what was in the container?

What - not drugs?

Most of it was antibiotics. Surgical equipment.

Dressings, stuff like that.

What - is there money on the black market for band aids?

It was for his friends in the TLF.

Medical supplies for them. That's why he did all this.

Crazy man on a sane mission.

Guess so.

Do you think that's you?

Hmm? Strip away all this and... what's left?

I think you need a drink.

Should bloody send the container to Burma anyway.

Yeah. Sort of justice in that, isn't there?

-Cheers. -Cheers.

BLAKE: So, what is it with your editor?

-Hmm? -I have a career, Lawson.

Yeah, so do I, but I don't get all kissy with my colleagues.

-Really? -Mm.

Tell me why, then, Blue Eyes looked at me

as if I was about to drown her kitty-cat.

What? What, Shannon?

Mm.

I think you're a little paranoid.

See, this is why it'll never work. You've got no sense of irony.

You think I can't keep up with you. Is that it?

I just think we come from two very different worlds.

-Mm-hm. Yeah? -Yep.

And what worlds would they be?

Well...

You think you're smarter than me, don't you?

-Much smarter. -Hmm.

Get up, then.

That's got nothing to do with being smart.

Oh, yes, it does - you see, if you knew how to handle yourself,

you could get out from under me.

-Maybe I don't want to. -Maybe you're not up to it.

I could.

No, you couldn't.