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(WATER RUNNING IN SHOWER)

SHANNON: We've got a late call. Wanna get some brekkie?

JOSH: I can't.

-Why not? -I've just gotta do something.

Have to see your mum?

Oh, that's what you told Lawson yesterday.

-Shannon. -Wasn't smart. He'll find out.

Go back to sleep.

Are you gonna tell me what you're doing?

Why? Do you think I'm seeing someone?

What ARE you doing?

You think I'm slipping out for a quickie at 7am?

-What are you doing? -It doesn't concern you.

It's work and I don't want it getting around the squad.

What? You think I'm gonna tell someone?

Do we have to do this now?

So, you lie to Lawson and you won't tell me what you're playing at?

-Josh... -You know what your problem is?

You always want things your way.

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Sergeant Joshua, we should've done this last night.

-You got one of those for me? -This isn't a good idea.

Mr Romeo's not gonna be happy if he finds out I gave you this.

-He's not gonna find out. -Shit! You set me up.

-(POLICE SIREN WAILS) -No. Weave, that's not for you. Oi!

Weave! Oi! Stop, dickhead!

Get off me! You set me up.

I didn't set you up. No-one's looking for you, alright?

Where is it?

It's in my jacket. It's in my jacket.

Give it here.

No. I need to see her today.

She knows who I am.

No. Look, this guy's been in prison for seven years.

No.

Alright. That's all you got available, 10 o'clock, Thursday.

I'll see you then. Thank you.

(HANGS UP) Shit.

(STARTS ENGINE)

So, what'd you get up to last night?

Uh, nothing. Just met a mate.

Me and Michael ended up at Metro. You should've come.

Yeah, next time, huh?

Yeah, next time bring your mate.

Look at that.

-Are they...? -They are.

They can't be.

No. They are. Come on.

Oh! Hey!

(HORN TOOTS)

-Any ID there? -Oh.

Yeah, I...

There we are.

Thanks.

Mitch?

Mitch Rollins, that's me, and this is my wife Rosie.

We're...we're inmates,

Stanley Street, you know, the nursing home?

Yeah. So, what are you doing out here, Mitch?

Oh, I was just trying to ask for directions.

With your wallet?

Well, I was gonna get a piece of paper and write down the address.

The address to where?

Uh, the...Scienceworks museum at Newport.

Alright, just wait here for a moment, thanks.

MAN: Hopped on the train.

-Did you see him ditch anything? -No. Not that I saw.

-What do you wanna do? -There's nothing here.

Mitch, you still need directions to Scienceworks?

Uh...no, no. I think we'll go on back, if that's cool?

Yeah, yeah. That's fine.

Come on, girl. It's time to go.

Hang on. Mitch. How about we give you guys a lift?

Uh...well, yeah. Thanks.

OK. Great. Just over here.

Come on, darling.

Just one more and...that'll do it.

Can you feel that?

Um...no.

(SIGHS)

Hurts more to watch, eh?

Yeah.

-You married? -(BOTH CHUCKLE)

No. Uh...she's me mum.

-Don't move. -No, we're just...

-Yeah, yeah. We're...we're just. -Don't move.

How'd you do this?

(SIGHS)

She hit me. Bang! Never saw it coming.

No. I tripped over the dog, hit the bookshelf.

Nearly took my eye out on the complete works of Patrick White.

Some very serious literature.

Yeah, well, you're lucky. This could've been a lot worse.

-Can you hold this? -Uh, yeah, just...

-Just here? -Yeah, right there. OK.

Tripped over the dog?

Had to say something...dear.

JOSH: That's the wide...

..and that's a blow-up of this section in the background.

That's you.

Where'd you get these?

A guy told me that the Romeo family had an anniversary party

at the track that night.

-Did you know about it? -No.

Well, I looked into it and I finally got a hold of these this morning.

-And found me in the background? -Yeah. This is it, Brad.

This proves that you were in Adelaide the night Connick was murdered.

I was always telling you the truth, Sergeant.

I told you I didn't kill that guy.

I know...and now everyone else will too.

Seven years. Seven years in prison for...

Yeah, well, we're gonna get you out now.

Derrick's never gonna change his testimony.

-Well, he has to. These photos... -That's from seven years ago.

They'll say I did them in Photoshop or...

No, they won't. They can't.

My brother testified against me. That's worth 100 of these.

Look, we've been down this road before.

We've had proof before and then for some reason

it all gets thrown out and I stay in jail.

I know you've done things for me, got me this work release and all

but every night I still go back to jail.

-And how you doing? -OK.

-Still getting the sweats at night? -Sometimes.

You're still getting the meds and taking them and everything?

Yeah. I don't know if they're doing much.

I have a meeting with the DPP on Thursday.

We'll get Derrick back in and we'll question him and grill him.

This changes everything.

Look, I gotta go.

I'm gonna make a few more inquiries

about who else we can speak to about these photos

and I'll come and see you in a couple of days, alright?

-Yeah, alright. -This is gonna work, Brad.

He hasn't come in yet?

Well, Shannon and Michael are here. Should I send them out alone?

Oh, no. I don't want two constables going out by themselves.

Look, bring Lawson in and put Dom in with them.

Hey, we've got a nickname for Josh now.

-What? -'Tardy'.

We can call him 'Tardy'.

Leon, what are you talking about?

Well, haven't you felt the vibe, Kerry?

The vibe?

Yeah. That we're sort of all out of sync.

I figured we gotta come up with ways to pull the crew together

so I've come up with nicknames.

-Leon? -Yeah?

Shut up and get Lawson back.

Shannon, hey, I'm on my way. Can you cover for me?

I'm not covering for you. No way.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, mate.

Yeah. No worries. What should I tell Kerry? Car trouble?

OK.

-What happened there? -What?

Your lip.

Oh, it's nothing. Just a...

I'm sorry Kerry made you come in. If you want to get back out...

Hey, listen...

I don't need a hard time about being late.

I couldn't really care about that.

You don't need me to tell you you're late four times this month.

No, the reason I'm here

is that Weave was pulled in by Drug Squad this morning.

Seems he told a mate of mine quite a story too.

Said you smacked him around.

I, of course, told my mate that he was full of shit.

Yeah, you're right.

He had something for me, he ran and I caught up to him.

Oh, yeah. What'd he have?

Just some information.

This isn't about Bradley Parks, is it?

Josh, the guy is guilty. They found his prints on a baseball bat.

-His own brother dropped him in... -He's lying.

Why? They were best mates. Why would he lie?

Now, I know you don't like hearing this, mate...

Yeah, I know. You had a case just like...

I don't wanna hear about it!

I was 100% sure my guy was innocent.

And I did exactly as you did. I went to his trial.

I went as a character witness.

I went to the jail to see him and in the end what for?

-You were wrong. -I was wrong and he was guilty.

-And this isn't like that. -How do you know that?

Because I have evidence that proves that Brad Parks did seven years

for a murder he didn't do.

-Evidence. -Sorry?

Know what they did to him inside?

He's HIV-positive now - half a step from full-blown AIDS.

Lawson, he's innocent.

-LEON: (ON POLICE RADIO) Josh? -Yeah, I'm coming.

Yeah, Josh, I just got word from Corrections,

Bradley Parks is on the loose.

He just ran away from his work detail.

If your brother's contacted you, we need to know.

I haven't heard from him, OK? I mean, we haven't spoken in ages.

Well, any idea where he'd go now? Friends? Somebody close he'd contact?

Look, I told you - don't keep in touch.

You've never visited Brad in jail?

Nup.

Why not? He's your brother.

Never talked to him about what happened that night?

No.

Have you ever heard his side of the story?

Look, I just didn't see him again.

Not after he did what Derrick said.

If he calls you, get in contact with us, please.

Let's go.

LEON: Lawson, I just got a call from the Stanley Street nursing home.

That old couple have gone again. They left a note this time.

OK, we're on it.

If anyone's after me, I'm on the mobile.

You running them over to Kemper Jackson?

Yeah, yeah. They're just some witness statements they're after.

I can get a messenger to do that.

It's OK. I'm heading past.

Yeah. Hey, uh, what do you think of 'Hardy'?

What?

As a nickname - for Lawson.

'Hardy' and 'Tardy'. (LAUGHS)

Lawson and Josh.

-They're terrible. -Well, you've got to have nicknames.

They'll pull us together, like, with the footy team.

Yeah, like, 'Plugger'. 'The Penetrator'.

-What about 'Dickhead'? -Yeah.

Who's that for?

Ah, Ramsay Street, hey?

MAN: Ah, Sergeant Joshua.

Derrick. Nice place you got.

It's home. Found him yet?

How'd you hear the news?

Jenny phoned me.

Shit. Thought I had years before I had to worry about little brother.

Yeah, you look scared.

Yeah, I'm terrified.

So have you got any idea why he ran? I mean, why now?

I wouldn't know, mate.

Do you think he's going to come looking for ya?

I wouldn't know, mate.

'Cause you told the truth at his trial, right?

He's got no reason to come after you.

What is this?

Are you out here still checking on my story?

Do you have any idea where he could be?

-I heard he's a God-botherer now. -(DOGS BARK)

Why don't you, uh, check out a Hillsong revival meeting?

OK, so no idea where he might be?

-(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING) -What's got into them?

-(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)

I usually keep that locked.

I'll check the rear.

Brad, it's Sergeant Joshua. Are you in there?

(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)

(DOG BARKS)

Dom, we got nothing.

DOM: (ON RADIO) Yeah, nothing back here.

WOMAN: Notes to his kids. Not that they come by much.

-Suicide notes? -Looks like it.

STELLA: Do you know where they were headed?

I asked around, but Mitch didn't say anything

and, Rosie, she hasn't talked for a couple of years.

When they first got here a couple of years ago, she was OK,

but she's only going to get worse

and we can't look after them much longer.

How's the old fella taking it?

Hmm, not well. He's been looking after her for a couple of years.

OK, we'll have a scout around for them.

OK. Thank you.

Can we talk later? I need your advice on something.

Sure.

Uh, g'day. I've got some witness statements for Boyd Kemper.

Well, well.

This is preferential service.

Look, we have the commissioner delivering our files, Maddy.

I'm not really the commissioner.

Come on through.

I've just got some witness statements...

Just for a minute.

I've got to ask you something.

(SIGHS) It's, uh...

It's actually just a whole lot of empty pages.

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry I hit you.

Remind me to duck next time.

Look, it was...it was my rings that, you know, caught you as...

..on the way through when I, you know, just...

Skinny but wiry.

A welterweight.

I'm sorry. I didn't...

Nah, no sign of him.

DERRICK: Quick!

Brad's definitely been in here.

How do you know?

Keep a 12-gauge and a box of shells in there.

We're getting you out of here. Come on. Let's go.

(DIALS NUMBER)

Come on, Jen. Pick up, pick up.

-What are you doing? -Follow you in my car.

-I'd rather you came in ours. -I'm taking my car.

-OK, I'll ride with him. -Hey, Jen, it's me.

Brad's tooled up. Watch yourself and call me.

Leon, Brad is armed. I repeat, Brad is armed.

(STARTS CAR)

Dom, we'll drop him off to the uniforms in Cole Street.

-(SMASH!) -Shit!

-(SMASH!) -Arggh!

No, don't stop. Just keep going. Arggh!

-Get your head down. -(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

Stay down. Arggh!

Shit.

-SHANNON: Right. Covering. -You see anything?

-Nup. Must have nicked off. -Dom, are you alright?

-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)

-DERRICK: Are you hit? -No, I'm right. I'm right.

-Dom, are you alright? -Yeah.

-(GUNSHOT) -Dom, are you alright?

I've got glass in my eye.

-Jesus! -(GUNSHOT)

Argh! Ohhh!

Lawson, we've got shots fired at TR-2.

Park Street Industrial Estate, Brooklyn. Address on screen now.

Alright, we're two minutes off.

-(SIREN WAILS) -(TYRES SCREECH)

-See anything? -Nuh. Must have gone.

Let's get across to Dom with the Medikit.

Dom, we're coming to ya. Covering.

(GROANS)

-OK, ready? -Yeah, go.

You right?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. There's just something in it.

-(GROANS) -Move your hand. Let me have a look.

OK. Right. I'm going to flush it out.

-Yeah. Arggh! -Move your hand. Move your hand.

-Ready? That's it. -(GROANS)

-Stay here. -Josh?

Arrgh, Jesus. (GASPS)

(CALLS OUT) Brad? It's Josh.

Are you in here?

What are you doing?

We were so close to getting you out. Put the weapon down.

-No. -I've already called it in.

-The cavalry is on their way. -No!

You shot at a cop. They're not gonna ask questions.

-They're just gonna drop ya. -You're a Hitler maggot.

Derrick's fine. Everyone's fine. So let's just end this now.

I'm sorry I couldn't wait like you told me, but I don't have time.

-I don't have time. -Yeah, I know.

God, they're never gonna believe me now.

-Just put the weapon down. -They're gonna think I'm lying.

-They're... They're.. -No, they won't.

Derrick's got to pay for what happened to me.

-He will. It's gonna be fine. -(YELLS) Drop your weapon. Drop it.

No, no, no. Shannon, back off. I've got this under control.

-I am not backing off. -I can handle this!

He shot at us. Now, drop your weapon.

-Shannon, stand down, alright? -Josh!

(DOOR SHUTS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

-Did you get the rego? -First three letters.

Leon, I need a KALOF put on a brown Ford Falcon.

DERRICK: When they get here, am I free to go?

-What? -Or do I have to stay here with you?

Well, you'll need to make a statement on what you saw.

I think you should stay in our custody for your own protection.

-But we can't force you. -My own protection?

Yeah, mate. You've been doing a bang-up job so far.

No, I think I'll take me chances on me own.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

-Hey. -You OK?

Right, more units are on their way. Where's Josh?

He and Shannon went in there. Hey, is there any sign of Brad Parks?

-Not yet. You're good to stay here? -Yeah, yeah.

Alright.

It's heavy.

Alright, keep eyes out for Brad Parks

just in case he does come back.

Maybe take a position there. One over there. OK?

Josh, where are ya?

Josh, come in.

-Shannon... -Nup.

-Just wait. -Don't even.

-Be reasonable. -Reasonable?

-I know the guy. -You could have killed us.

-He's not even after us. -You don't know that.

-(ANGRILY) Yes, I do know that. -You don't.

And, believe it or not, that's not the point.

What's the point?

The point is I was doing my job

and I know you're my superior, but what were you doing?

Talking him down until you interrupted and didn't listen to me!

You know what?

Ever since I joined this crew,

you have been nothing but dismissive and you've held back.

-Piss off. -I'm bloody sick of it, Josh.

And you know what? I get it. I'm not one of you.

But take a good look at yourself.

Ever since I joined, everyone here has given you a free ride.

What?

Because of what happened. Because of Grace.

That's bullshit.

You know what? I am done giving you a free ride. Done.

You don't work on comms these days?

-What's up with her? -Nothing.

Oi. Come here.

-You'd better keep your head on. -What's that supposed to mean?

I think you know exactly what it means.

No, I don't.

Keep your personal life out of work.

Are you serious?

Thought you would have learnt the first time.

What?

We're all standing around waiting for you to get back on the job.

Leave your bloody domestics at home.

Piss off.

Hey!

-What are you doing? Whoa! -(THUMP!)

-Hey! -(THUMP!)

-Hey! -Hey!

Stop it!

Hey, guys. Come on!

You're supposed to be this elite squad

and you're pulling a stunt like this in front of uniforms?

I can't keep a lid on this. I'm gonna have to report it.

-Oh, that's bullshit, Kerry. -Lawson, it's not my call.

The bosses probably already know about it

and there's probably 10 of those uniforms texting them as we speak!

I'm surprised the video's not on YouTube. Oh, maybe it is.

Has anyone checked?

When the bosses ask me why two of my sergeants

are having a punch-up at a crime scene,

what am I gonna tell 'em?

Just tell 'em it won't happen again.

(SARCASTICALLY) Oh, that's a really great answer.

So, what was it about?

Nothing.

Josh?

Nothin'.

Right.

I wanna see the two of you as soon as you get in here.

Josh, you get out there, start looking for Parks.

And Lawson, you get the hell out of there.

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Boyd, hi.

Oh, no, I can't right now.

It's just gone crazy in here.

Why, what's wrong?

Oh, uh, look...

..you know, as soon as I can, yeah.

A couple of hours. Maybe less.

OK. Bye.

(SIGHS)

What?

I'm thinking about growing a moustache.

Is that why you've been scoping out your reflection all the time?

And that's what you wanted my advice about?

Yeah, to, um...

..gauge...

My reaction.

Don't say anything right away.

I want you to really think about it.

Oh, I'm thinking about it.

-Yeah? -Mmm.

Does it hurt if I touch there, if I push on that?

OK, stop. Argh! Stop!

-MAN: Michael? -Yeah, Leon?

Yeah, I just got a call from the Stanley Street Nursing Home.

Your old guy bought some needles from a chemist on Station Street.

And they sold them to him?

Oh, there's no law against buying needles.

Alright. They say where they went?

Chemist reckons they headed towards Sandringham Beach Reserve.

OK, I'll tell Lawson.

Alright, thanks, Leon.

-Derrick, did you make a statement? -Yep.

Sergeant Wales says you're declining police protection.

Yeah, that's right.

-Why'd you set your brother up? -Oh, Sergeant!

We both now he was in Adelaide that night.

Maybe you're right.

Did you ever ask yourself why I did it?

It's safest if he's inside.

Check out Greenacre eight years ago.

LAWSON: Hold on.

Hey, should we really be hurrying?

You two take the track. I'll take the beachfront.

Mitch!

-(MUMBLING) -STELLA: Mitch!

Mr Rowland!

-Watch yourself. -Mitch!

Mitch!

Leon, we're headed to the scrap metal yard.

Brad's running out of options, so he might try and visit his sister.

Has there been any sightings of the car?

-No, not yet. I'll keep you posted. -OK, thanks.

And can you run a check for me - in Greenacre about eight years ago?

I need to know if there were any unsolved crimes.

What sort of crimes?

Something serious, like armed rob, homicide.

Something we never nabbed anyone for.

What's going on, Josh?

Can you just have a look and get back to me?

(PHONE BEEPS)

MITCH: Time to go.

(INDISTINCT YELLING IN THE DISTANCE)

It's gonna be alright, darl.

(CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT YELLING IN THE DISTANCE)

MAN: Mr Rowland!

I'll scout the perimeter, see if I can spot anyone.

Watch yourself.

Jenny? Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

She's not here.

I don't know where she is.

We always got along, me and Jen.

Don't know why she never came to see me.

I got nothing. No-one.

Everything's gone. Everything.

I'll keep helping you, Brad.

We'll put forward the new evidence and keep pressing for your release.

But you gotta come in with me.

Are you ready to do that?

Do you wanna hand over that weapon?

That's the way.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

The only unsolved major crime I could find in Greenacre

were those schoolyard rapes.

Do you remember them?

Uh, yeah, I think so.

-Teenagers, right? -Yeah. Eight of them were attacked.

The first one in '98 and the last one in '02.

Two died. One's still in a coma.

And no-one was charged, huh?

No. No DNA was left at the scene. The guy wore a balaclava.

What was the date of the last attack?

July 18, 2002.

What's the matter, Josh?

Brad Parks was arrested on the 25th.

BRAD: Who are you talking to?

The base.

What's the matter?

Greenacre.

Yeah, I lived there before I was arrested. You know that.

What's going on? Did Derrick tell you to look into those girls again?

Sergeant, I had nothing to do with those girls!

Brad, I believe you, but I gotta take you in.

I had nothing to do with those girls!

You shot at a cop - I've gotta take you in.

I need you to turn around.

-I didn't. -Just...do it.

Make a fist with your left hand.

(METALLIC SQUEAKING)

MICHAEL: Mitch!

STELLA: Mitch!

Rosie, are you warm enough?

That's alright, eh?

That's alright. It's not gonna hurt.

I just gotta say this, girl.

It's been one helluva ride, hasn't it?

Lovely.

Rose?

Lovely.

It's been lovely.

Rosie?

Mitch!

Mitch!

Can you hear me?

You've been able to hear me?

Lovely.

This is a lovely spot.

Are Zachie and Bill here?

No, darling, they're not. No, it's just us.

Lovely.

Oh, Rosie.

You've been able to hear me all the time.

Lovely.

Mitch!

We talked about this, girl.

Eh?

We talked about it, hmm? Eh?

We agreed, didn't we?

If one of us got, you know, then the other one would...

Right?

(VOICE BREAKS) Rosie, it's right...

(SOBS)

Mitch?

She talked to me.

She hasn't done it in two years. She talked to me.

Rose? Rose?

(SOBS)

(SOBS LOUDLY)

After the first two rapes,

Derrick got the cops to put me in front of those girls.

Did you know that? Did you know that?

I didn't do nothing to 'em.

I was in a line-up and they didn't recognise me.

That's because, little brother, you wore a balaclava.

Derrick, I got this under control.

No, get out of my way. Move!

Stay behind me. Put your weapon down.

This is what you should have done before, mate. I'm doing your job.

So just walk away. Walk away and let me finish it.

I'm not walking away. Now, you put your weapon down.

Leon, I need backup at Gelbison Scrap Metal.

118 Morgan St, Laverton.

No lights or sirens, though.

-I'm on it. -Get outta the way now!

Derrick, it doesn't have to go like this, OK? Put the weapon down.

Let us take him in!

-Derrick, please stop. -He'll walk!

When all this plays out, I'll go to jail and he'll get out in a year!

No, I'll get the DPP to give the maximum conviction.

No, look at him! Look at him! No-one's listening! Look!

PUT IT DOWN! Put your weapon on the ground now!

No-one listened about those girls! Now, MOVE!

-Derrick! -You shoot him, I can't help you!

-MOVE! -Derrick, put the gun down, please!

I don't care what he says. It's all bullshit.

-Maybe he's right. -No, he's gonna walk.

-He will walk. -Please!

-He'll walk! -Put it down!

Look, you just don't understand.

It wasn't just those girls at Greenacre.

SHANNON: Settle down!

Stay still!

Settle down.

Get up.

Get up!

That's your arrest.

Oh, jeez. Look, guys, we could stay here all night.

Just tell us what's going on.

Well, it's my fault, Kerry.

I shouldn't have let things get out of control.

-Yeah, you gotta keep control. -Oh, Josh.

We're fine.

(SCOFFS) Great.

Great.

I think I was wrong.

I think you'd look OK with a moustache.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Yeah, like one of those little ones. Like Hitler's.

I don't know why they went out of fashion.

Thank you.

I don't know how I got it so wrong.

Sometimes people fool you.

They're liars, they're good and they fool you.

Hello?

-Boyd? -MAN: In here.

Where is everyone?

Sent them home.

Starting early.

Advantages of self-employment.

(CHUCKLES) Mmm.

How's the...?

Yeah.

Can't feel a thing.

Do you want me to apologise again?

(SCOFFS)

Yeah.