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-MAN: You got GPS on that? -No.

Alright. It's one of those ones you download porn, then, is it?

Which route do you want to go? Do you want to go the scenic route?

Just take me home. You've got the address.

Which way are you going?

Well, you said West Melbourne, didn't you?

You're going the long way.

You should've gone straight up Flemington Road.

Alright, well, just show me which way you wanna go, then, alright?

It's not my job. You have the address.

Just take me home.

Alright, well, just have a look in that, and just show me...

Jesus! You're an idiot! Why don't you have GPS?

Hey, there's no need for insults, alright?

Just pull the car over.

Look, it's alright. I'll find it, alright? I'll find it.

Just...just give me a minute.

OK. So where was it, again?

Hey! Hey! I brought you in from the city.

-Piss off. -No, no, no, no, no.

-You owe me... -Don't touch me!

You owe me $17.

Aah! Oh!

-You are gonna... Arggh! -Get off me!

I'm a cop, you idiot!

Look, I'm just gonna come out and say this.

Um...

I don't think we should see each other anymore.

It's just not working for me.

More.

Well, for a while...

For a while...it just hasn't been working for me for a while, OK?

Is that all you've got?

-Is there someone else? -Jacinta.

It's not an answer.

-There is no-one else. -This is bullshit.

You'll be fine.

Don't patronise me.

Look, I have to go. I've got to do an overnight.

Right.

Did you just break up with me in a 15-minute window?

-Look, I'll call you. -Don't!

Uh, I'm not paying for this.

-You alright? -Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just pissed off.

-Did you get an ID? -Yeah. It's not him.

What he was driving with. He looks similar. That's definitely not him.

Well, have you filed a report?

Oh, I was going to, but if there was an official police report

on every cab driver who doesn't know his way around the city...

-Shannon, you were assaulted. -Yeah, well, I assaulted him.

-What happened? -Nothing.

Uh, Shannon. Can I have a word with you? When you're ready.

Yep.

And then I slammed him.

I slammed him pretty hard, but, I mean, I was pissed off,

and then I told him I was a cop.

-Uh-huh. Make a report? -Nah.

You gonna?

No, I'm embarrassed by the whole thing.

I don't want to go after him.

Make a statement, we'll give a description to Leon and go after him.

What? You want some time off?

No, I'm fine, and I don't want Lawson knowing about this.

I don't want him making a big deal about it. You know how he gets.

Hey. Kerry.

Speak of the devil.

(LAUGHS)

It's on the Coplife site. I've nominated him.

-What do you think? -Does he know about it?

-Are you kidding? -STELLA: Somehow it's very dumb.

Yeah, I know.

All I needed was his mother's maiden name and date of birth

and voila.

-Hey, see Dom? -MICHAEL: Yeah.

(STELLA LAUGHS)

Sucked in.

-I'm driving. -Bullshit, Stell.

Stell. (WHISTLES) Get out of the car.

You are a child.

-KERRY: Is Dom gay? -LEON: He is now.

Just a sec.

MAN: Kerry.

What are you doing here?

Um, I was sort of in the neighbourhood.

Sort of?

Can we talk?

Uh, yeah, sure. It's just, um, I'm working, so...

Yeah, I'll leave it. It doesn't matter.

We can...we can talk after work,

it's just I've got a double shift, it's Saturday and so...

-It doesn't matter. -Look, I'll call you.

Leon, I need an address off the taxi database.

The name is Keith Gibson,

driver number 257983.

Got it. Am I gonna get into trouble for this?

That info's through to you now, Josh,

but can you mind your P's and Q's?

There's a hell of a norther blowing out there

and you know what they say about land winds.

What's that?

Well, don't underestimate the wind, Joshy,

it has a strange effect on people's psyche.

-People can get very...tetchy. -Alright.

-Leon, are you on kitchen duty? -I've done the dishes, Kerry.

Well, look at that. What did you use as a sponge - an old hamburger?

It's creepy in there.

Hey, Roland, would you give that a proper wash?

And make me a cup of tea - strong, white.

Tetchy.

Uh, yeah, it's late.

I mean, I know. Look, I'm late.

Um...

Look, I'm just...

I'm having a bit of a problem.

Is there any chance, Lawson,

that you could just swing by and pick us up?

Yeah, alright, mate. Yeah, we'll be there in 10. OK.

Thanks.

Josh, I thought we were doing the north.

Oh, I must of misheard.

Well, I guess we're doing the west, then.

Copy that.

(PHONE RINGS)

-You good? -(PHONE RINGS)

Yep. You gonna let that ring?

(HANGS UP)

Constable.

You lose your taxi card?

Yeah, I lost my card some time ago.

Don't tell me the police force

have added couriering to their list of services.

What? It takes three of you to return a card?

You could have posted it.

You lose a cab too?

What do you wanna know, Inspector Gadget?

You're lending your card out to other drivers and that's an offence.

Look, I don't drive anymore.

I've got four cabs, I rent them out, they do the driving.

One of your drivers attacked an off-duty officer last night.

-Really? -Yeah. Rego MA43J.

How bad was it?

He attacked a good friend of mine and I'm not very impressed.

Yeah, nor am I, young bloke. Nor am I.

Well, you got a name?

His name's Ray.

-Ray what? -Ray, Ray. I don't know! Ray!

Look, it's coming up for changeover.

You'll find him at the Oz Fuel depot,

parked there in the next half hour, cleaning the cab.

Go for it.

Good to see our tax payer's money

in the pocket of a young parasite like yourself.

Carn the parasite!

Wanker.

-(TELEPHONE RINGS) -Do you want me to go in?

No, no, no. I'll go.

I'll just get my bag.

See you in the morning!

G'day, Shannon.

Josh, what exactly are we doing here?

Refuelling.

Josh?

Refuelling.

(MEN CHAT IN DISTANCE)

Things are hard right now.

I'm tired, she's tired, the baby's tired, everyone's tired.

-(PHONE RINGS) -Stell.

The baby's been to Sandrine's mum's.

She's been there all week so that we can get some sleep,

and once the baby's gone all we've done is fight.

-No, no. 10 minutes. Alright. -SHANNON: Everything OK?

-She's moody... -OK, you two, that's enough.

What's up?

Oz Fuel depot, Flemington Road. Just get there.

The wind, the wind, the wind.

-Where's your ID? -What's this about, mate?

What about your cabbie's license?

I just don't have it on me at the moment.

Just get out of the car, sir.

What have I done? I...I...I...

-I said get out and come here. -Jeez...

-Don't hit me...

-Josh. -Stay out of it.

You wanna tell me what happened last night

when you assaulted one of our officers?

I didn't mean to. She just came at me.

Bullshit.

(GRUNTS)

Alright, I didn't know where she wanted to go

and I had no GPS, right?

And she just went nuts. She went nuts...

That's not you, is it?

Alright, I don't have a license, OK?

I just rent the thing out from the guy every now and again.

He rents his cars out to unlicensed drivers.

How much does he take for that?

75%.

Mate, I've lost my job, alright? I've got no choice. Really.

I need the money. I just need the money.

(CAR HORN BEEPS)

You call Lawson?

I didn't know what you were gonna do.

Stay there. Don't move. What did you think I was gonna do?

You can't blame me for thinking you were gonna punch the guy's head in.

I don't care what he did to Shannon.

Did what to Shannon?

This driver who attacked Shannon...

Yeah?

I've been doing a bit of Leon digging

and there's been five alleged rapes by cabbies in the last two months.

All of them were picked up from clubs in the CBD.

Five attacks reported by girls?

Yep.

So, presumably, 15 actually happened.

Yeah, well, them's the stats.

-Any descriptions? -No, no.

In each case the girls were heavily intoxicated

and driven to a dark, deserted area, but get this -

the guy throws petrol in their face.

Oh, Jesus.

Pulls out a lighter and threatens to burn them if they don't cooperate.

Now, none of this matches what happened to Shannon, does it?

No. Get the information out to the guys, yeah?

-You know, could be a crossover. -Cool. Done.

Guys, something you might want to hear.

This guy that attacked Shannon...

Shannon.

-Not cool. -What?

It was a fix. You were hoping Josh would belt the guy.

What?!

Why'd you give him that ID card?

I can fight my own fights, thank you.

-Hey, Shan, that's not cool. -Shut up!

Why don't you stay home with your violently depressed wife

and your unhappy baby?

-Hey. Hey... -Stop! Hey!

Step away! Step away!

Do you wanna tell me what's going on?

Any reason you didn't inform me you were assaulted last night?

Would everyone just get off it?

'Cause I knew you'd freak out and you'd over-analyse it

and then you'd involve everyone and send me to counselling

and then get all "I'm Lawson Blake" about it.

So you thought it was a better idea to get Josh to bash the bloke?

Hang on. As if I would want to get him involved.

So it's no small coincidence that Kerry's got us driving around

looking for some cabbie who assaults girls

by throwing petrol in their face?

You don't think this information is important...

Hang on, hang on. Hang on for a sec.

CABBIE: What are you looking for?

So, what, he splashes petrol on the victims' faces? So what's this?

-Stell. -That's not mine! That's not mine!

Put your hands behind your back. Make a fist.

-I've never seen that before. -You are under arrest...

Saw it last night in the cab.

Leon, send uniforms down here.

Get a tow truck. Get this cab away.

Will do.

I'll get onto the Sex Offenders Unit,

tell them they've got a suspect coming in.

He would've been back on the streets tonight.

-And now he's not. -Shannon.

You're riding in TR-2.

-Lawson! -Go. You're with Josh and Michael.

I hate the wind. More than rain.

What about you, Lawson? What do you hate more - wind or rain?

I dunno.

See, the rain you can get out of, but that wind...it always gets you.

It's always at you, you know?

Yeah, I think I know what you mean.

Oh, I hate Saturdays.

JOSH: Leon, we're almost there. Any more info?

Nah - gatecrashers at a party, weapon reported,

violent behaviour, that's it.

-Alright. Thanks. -It's the wind, Josh. The wind.

Makes demented of the sane and turns peaceful men to war.

(FAINT MUSIC AND CHATTER)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Made a complaint about gatecrashers threatening people

and refusing to leave?

Yes. Great! You're here.

Um...I've tried everything. I've been polite. I've been firm.

Been aggressive, been passive.

Hey! How you doing?

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

OK. This is for you.

This is for you. Love your nails.

I won't be long. I won't be long.

What kind of a party is this?

Swingers' party, darling.

If you wanna go on the mailing list I'll happily invite you.

You're very cute. Uniforms are very cute. I'll invite all three of you.

-Hey, how are you? How's Linda? -MAN: Yeah, she's great.

Good. Um...

-Can you just give me a minute? -Where's this offender?

Just one minute. Thanks.

Leon, check this out.

Where the hell are you?

At a swingers' party, fool. Boo...

Bloody hell, Michael, move your hand.

-MAN: Whoo! -(WOMAN SQUEALS)

What is that?

I'll give you 50 bucks to put your hand in there.

(CHUCKLES)

What is that box?

That, Kerry, is a grope box.

What?

-How do you know? -I've been there before.

I got kicked out, actually. I was too drunk.

I never know if you're joking or not.

I never joke, Kerry. I'm very, very serious.

(CHUCKLES)

Ugh!

Oh, makes me wanna wash my hands.

-Male or female? -Female.

Definitely female. Uh... Both.

(BOTH LAUGH)

If it's not on, it's not on, you know?

-Where's the offender? -This way.

My parties are tasteful. Well known.

I can't have some Hell's Angel wrecking everything.

-Hell's Angels? -Leon, we're gonna need some back-up.

-I didn't say 'Hell's Angels'. -Yes, you did.

No, I didn't. I meant... Oh, it doesn't matter. This way.

1 minute, 40.

-OK, here. -Right, we've got it from here.

-Sure. -Step back, please.

(LAUGHS)

You're the gatecrasher?

Roar.

We've got a report of a weapon. You got one?

My smashing looks and quick wit is about all I have left.

You know it's an offence to waste the time of any emergency services?

Hang on. I'm not wasting anyone's time.

Take me away, Officer. I'm a dangerous woman.

You leave me here I might just run over her with my wheelchair.

JOSH: Were you invited?

GATECRASHER: It was an open invitation and on the internet.

Getting this, boys?

She's just as much right to be here as anyone else.

No, wait a minute.

Ever since she's arrived no-one can relax and have a good time

because - no offence - she's freaking everyone out.

Doesn't seem like the rest of the party's freaking out.

-Would you have sex with her? -Yep. Absolutely.

Thank you. (GIGGLES) I'm not leaving.

It's the principle and you're a bitch.

-See how aggressive she is? -Oh, aggressive?

She's the one that wheeled me in here and tied my hands to my chair!

You're under arrest. Put your hands behind your back.

What?

Put your hands behind your back. Now.

Guys, Sex Offenders reckon Shannon's cabbie isn't a fit for the rapes.

He doesn't drive Saturday nights

and can corroborate his whereabouts for three of the attacks.

Alright, I want the regos on all Keith Gibson's cabs,

the names of all his drivers.

-I want to track them down. -LEON: Alright. I'll get back to you.

Some things that might help, though -

all of the attacks happened on a Friday or a Saturday night.

The victims were all girls coming out of nightclubs.

They were either pissed or off their face.

Three of them were picked up near the corner of Russell and Lonsdale,

another two near King and Flinders.

Looks like he's got a routine going.

LUCAS: OK, copy that. We'll head down there now.

You're a gutless waste of my taxes. You call this doing your duty?

You can't just tie people up like that.

It's a swingers' party. There are a lot of people tied up in here.

Guys, can you please move to the side?

Don't know what I'm paying... It's fine!

Just help yourself to some nuts.

Who threw that?

Josh! Josh!

You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.

-You right? -Yeah.

It's like all hell's night or something.

Something.

Come on. It was a joke.

-Where's your clothes? -Anyone seen my clothes?

WOMAN: Ooh!

(COMPUTER KEYS CLACK)

KERRY: There's gotta be some way to connect these drivers' names.

Gibson's not connected to a cab company. His cabs are privately run.

Well, how's he getting business if he's not getting calls in?

Maybe they rely on street pick-ups. Yeah.

That'd be why Shannon's cab had no GPS system.

He's doing it on the el cheapo.

-(MAN LAUGHS) -So there's no way to track them.

-Right. -Commissioner? (CHUCKLES)

Commissioner?

(LAUGHS)

Hey, do you think it'd be bad form if I took a piss in this?

-It's fine. He's with me. -Here she is! Watch out, boys!

-Here's the Commissioner! -I'm not the Commissioner.

-Do you wanna zip that up? -You will be, one day.

When did you start drinking?

I'm not bloody DRUNK!

I'm just...bloody standing here.

Let's go home. Come on.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

Kerry.

-Kerry, Kerry... -Alright, alright.

Kerry.

-Get the hell in. -(CHUCKLES)

Hey, hey, Kerry,

I think I love you.

(SCOFFS) No, you don't.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TYRES CHIRP)

Kiss me.

I can't kiss you. If I lit a match in this car, the whole thing'd blow up.

(LAUGHS)

Kiss me anyway.

If I kiss you, will you take your hand off the handbrake?

Mm-hm.

LEON: Regos for Keith Gibson's taxis are through to you now.

I can't pin how many drivers he's got or who they are.

You're gonna have to check with him yourself.

Alright. Got it.

Josh, you guys go and check on this Gibson bloke, yeah?

Copy that. We're on our way.

What's this, zombie night or something?

One of my cars was impounded thanks to you arseholes.

The names of your drivers. I wanna speak to 'em.

-(MUTTERS) Jesus... -Don't bullshit me.

So one of them attacked an officer, eh?

What did he do, whack the poor little copper?

Hey? You mob are such pussies.

It was me. He attacked me.

So did he try and slip you one, eh?

That's enough.

Don't say I blame him - tits like that.

Come on.

Night, Miss Constable.

Slag.

-Josh! -Josh!

Argh! Argh!

(SIGHS) Oh, shit.

Let's go.

(KEY RATTLES IN LOCK)

-KERRY: How you doing there? -BOYD: I'm fine. (GIGGLES)

Apologies for the mess.

It's...it's all my brother's shit.

I had to move it all, finally.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

You collect so much stuff in your life. Most of it's crap.

Stay with me, Kerry.

Sleep here.

Don't leave me.

He likes you.

(SIGHS QUIETLY) Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

-Josh, how'd you go with those names? -They're sending them through now.

So what are we gonna put on our running sheet

between 1:45 and 2:00am, Josh?

Josh?

-There were witnesses. -I know.

LAWSON: Leon, how are you going with those street cams?

I've got CCTV on the two cab ranks.

If any of the plates match, I'll let you know.

(PHONE RINGS)

You shouldn't fight with girls, Lawson. It's not nice.

I'm not fighting. I'm not the fighter, I'm the fightee.

That's something a fighter would say.

Has Shannon said anything to you about what's going on with her?

She's not a big talker... about her home life, anyway.

Do you two get on?

Yeah, 'cause, fortunately, I don't have a thing for Josh,

otherwise there'd be trouble in the force.

(CHUCKLES)

We just did a run past the rank on Flinders. We've got nothing.

Guys, I've got one of the regos.

Just leaving the rank on Russell Street and heading towards Flinders.

OK. We got it.

Chadstone, please.

LAWSON: Leon, that cabbie wasn't our guy. He doesn't fit the description.

Got another rego match.

He's heading north up King Street, turning left into Lonsdale.

Alright, where is he?

Leon, we're on Lonsdale. We can't see him. Got him on the cameras?

He's not on Lonsdale anymore. Hang on.

No, I've got him. He's gone right onto Spencer Street, heading west.

He'll be out of the city cameras in two blocks.

Copy that.

(HORNS BLARE)

Would he have come this far?

Leon, we're about to hit Dynon Road. We've got no sign of him.

The camera on the CityLink overpass would've picked him up

if he was on Dynon.

He must've turned off somewhere.

Alright. Do a U-ey.

Alright, head in there. Fits the profile.

There.

-Don't you look at me! -(WOMAN SCREAMS)

-(SCREAMS) -(SIREN WAILS)

-(SCREAMS) No! -Are you OK?

Josh, ambos are on their way.

Come on! Breathe!

(COUGHS)

Leon, get a few uniforms down here, will you?

Should've let him die.

Are you worried about what you did?

Don't beat yourself up. He's a serial rapist.

Is that what we do now, is it?

You want my opinion, Michael, he deserves to have his dick cut off.

Yeah.

-Maybe, but... -Yeah, but what?

Nah, it's alright. Don't worry about it.

Bottom line is, he won't be doing it tomorrow night

and I reckon that's a bloody good win.

Where is he?

You wanna tell me what happened?

Obviously, someone already did.

Who was it?

Witnesses.

Witnesses. Witnesses were phoning the headquarters.

Mate, this isn't a one-off incident, you know that.

I don't think I can get you out of this, Josh.

I don't expect you to, Kerry.

-Will I be suspended? -(SCOFFS) Honey, you already are.

You're stuck at the base until I tell you when.

Congratulations. In the voting, you're actually way out in front.

You think this is funny, do you?

I wasn't expecting you to actually win it.

We're all sick of it, you idiot!

-Do you get it?! -HEY!

We are sick of your crap! Alright?!

-Hey! Leave him! -SANDRELLI: Let's go.

Let's go.

-I want a beer. -Done.

-You alright? -(SIGHS) Yeah, yeah.

Jeez, dude.

-You moving house? -Oh, no.

Josh was keeping it for me until I got a new place

and he needs the room, so just lives in my car.

So where are you staying now?

Uh, just a friend's couch.

Well, I've got a store room at home you can use if you'd like.

Oh, no, it's OK. I don't have the energy to move it.

Well, you can't leave your stuff in the car like that...

Lawson, I just wanna lie down.

I have had a long, big, horrible night.

Yeah, alright, well, just drive around to my place, I'll unpack it.

No. It's OK. Honest to God, I'm fine.

(CHUCKLES) I'm fine.

Alright.

(ENGINE STRUGGLES)

(ENGINE DIES)

(HORN PIPS)

(SNIFFLES) I just want my whole life to go away.

I need, like, an industrial life-cleaner

to come in here and get rid of all this mess.

Come on.

-What? -You're staying at my place.

(SCOFFS) Great idea.

Shag the boss - that'd really help the scenario.

Hey...I didn't say 'shag'.

Yeah, but you meant to.

Come on, you'll have a shower, a cup of tea and you can sleep.

(SIGHS)

LAWSON: Shit.

Just wait here.

-(SCOFFS) What's this? -What are you doing here?

I just wanted to bring your clothes back.

Now? Well, I don't want them.

You seemed happy to leave them all over my bedroom floor.

Did you think I was gonna wash them for you?

-Is this it? -No.

Oh, don't come near me.

-I gotta go. -Sorry...sorry...

-No, don't go. It's OK... -She's a friend. I'm helping her out.

-This is humiliating. -It's none of my business, so...

-Jac... -I feel sorry for you. I really do.

I REALLY feel sorry for you.

Shannon? Shannon?! Look, you don't have to go.

It's messy. It's more mess. I have enough mess.

I don't need any more mess.