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-Oooh... -What happened to you?

Bit of a cold, or something.

Bullshit.

Oh. Then, uh...it must have been a massive night out with the boys.

Alright, Dom's still on leave. So, Michael, you're in TR-2.

Shannon and Stell, you're with me.

Oooh.

Sure you're alright to drive?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Blow in a PBT before we go to make sure.

Hey, Lawson. Lawson!

-Got a sec? -Not really.

Come on. Just...just...just a minute.

What?

You know those vid store hijackings over the last month?

-Yeah. -I've got a theory.

They like to catch trains. Alright?

First up, they hit a store in Richmond.

Then South Yarra. Then Windsor. You following me?

-Not really. Go on. -Alright. Well, Balaclava's next.

That's where they're going to hit.

Well, why didn't they hit Prahran?

Well, how would I know?

Well, it's your theory. If it fits, they'd hit Prahran before Windsor.

Er...yeah, well, I'm... I'm not saying it's for sure.

I'm just saying...you know, is it coincidence, or what?

And?

Well, why don't you stake out the store in Balaclava?

Well, there's a few there. Which one?

I don't know. Er...stake them all out. The one near the station.

Tactical Response stakes out three to four video stores all day, do they?

I'm telling you, it's going to happen, for certain, OK?

Previously they've always hit on a Saturday afternoon, early.

Today's your day.

-Can I take a piss now? -It's foolproof.

Er, it's Kerry's birthday, by the way.

-Is it? -Oh, come on. Take the bet.

Make me a bet. Come on. Any amount.

I know you want to.

-Come on, you stingy bastard. -(DOOR SLAMS)

-How old is she? -LAWSON: (ON RADIO) Er, she's 42...

No, no, she's 43.

JOSH: (ON RADIO) How do you know that?

We'll have to get her something.

Why don't we get a couple of bottles of champagne for the end of shift?

Er...no, thank you, Shannon.

-Why can't you drive? -'Cause I'm a sergeant.

I'll spew in your lap.

I'll kickbox you in the head, mate.

Thank you.

Here you go, luvvy.

-(CAR ENGINE REVS) -(PEOPLE SHOUT)

(LAUGHS)

Alright, let's go.

Lawson, they're just mucking around.

Yeah - illegally. Let's go.

I've got my coffee. And it's not like it's indecent exposure.

There's no-one around to be alarmed or offended.

-I'm not alarmed or offended. -Thank you very much.

The driver is probably pissed.

You don't have to be pissed to flash a copper. I've done it.

I'll give you 2 to 1 the driver's over the limit.

Alright, you're on. 20 bucks.

(STARTS ENGINE) Hang on.

(SIREN WAILS)

WOMAN'S VOICE: (ON PHONE) You have no messages.

Bugger.

One long, continuous breath, thanks.

OK, that's fine.

Bugger.

Alright, you're clear. Everyone out of the car, thanks.

Shan.

OK, who had their arse hanging out the window?

That was you, was it?

And who was the other one?

Had to be one of you two.

-You want to check? -That's really not necessary.

Anyway, it's not illegal.

Well, at least two of you didn't have their seatbelt on.

-Shit. We didn't think of that. -No, you didn't think of that.

Sorry.

Alright, I'll let you off with a warning this time.

Next time you want to flash cops,

work out some type of seatbelt arrangement, OK?

OK, off you go.

And get some new tyres.

Lawson, you're such a nanna.

-Piss off. -(LAUGHS)

There.

Thank you very much.

LEON: (ON RADIO) Guys, just a heads-up.

A KALOF's been issued from Adelaide on three male offenders in transit.

They used a credit card to buy petrol at the border,

so they could be headed to Melbourne.

They're wanted in connection with an armed robbery in Glenelg,

3pm yesterday.

I'll give you more when I get it.

Um...hangover cure.

-Got it from my nonna. -From your nonna?

Yeah. Great old pisspot.

She could do damage to a bottle of whisky

and take you out to Luna Park the next morning.

Antacid.

Paracetamol.

Ahhh!

Michael feel better soon.

STELLA: (ON RADIO) Guys, what are we going to get Kerry?

A vase?

You do not get a 43-year-old woman a vase. It'll make her feel old.

You'd normally have it with a bloody mary, as well,

but that's probably not entirely appropriate.

No, something nice and tasteful.

Something sexy. Crotchless knickers.

Michael need a greasy hamburger.

Just get her some jewellery. A bangle or something.

What's a bangle? Do you mean a bracelet?

With the lot. Plus pineapple.

I think dinner. Dinner somewhere posh. Easy.

-What's it going to cost all of us? -And chilli. Plenty of chilli.

LAWSON: Someone takes her and everyone else chips in.

So Lawson's volunteering, right?

So he gets to take her home.

MICHAEL: Oh, hang on. That's actually quite good.

Then whoever takes her out gets to go home with her

and have hot inspector sex.

-Hey, I'm in. -Yeah, me too.

No, that's the first rule. It's got to be a bloke.

That's sexist.

Stell, Kerry's not going to have sex with you.

Oh, right. Like she's going to have sex with you.

Well, if I win, I get to have a crack.

As if. You're a junior constable.

Oh, Shannon, sorry.

Thanks for getting involved, but we were all just joking.

I don't think this is actually for real, so...

(G MURMURS HAPPILY)

Dom?

What are you doing here?

Just driving around trying to get this one to sleep.

Just ended up here.

-It's force of habit, I guess. -Yeah.

I remember doing that about a hundred years ago.

-Gets easier, doesn't it? -Oh, no.

-Oh, please don't tell me that. -No, no. If anything, it gets worse.

I mean, the good bits, they get better.

But...having kids.

It's like a 'good news, bad news' joke.

Like, say, you know, today is my birthday.

-Oh, sorry. Happy birthday. -No, it's fine.

It's just that my child hasn't even rung me. And I could kill him.

Yeah, but he's in New York, isn't he?

-So for him it's still yesterday. -No excuse.

And I'm not going to ring him. I'm not going to do that.

-So, make you feel better? -Yeah.

-Yeah? -It does, thanks. (LAUGHS)

What time did you get in last night?

No idea. It was dawn.

-What was on? -Nothing.

Caught up with a bunch of guys from school. Haven't seen them for years.

You know what?

You always keep the same relationship you had with people.

What do you mean?

Well, when I used to know these guys,

all we ever did was go out to bars.

Now it's years later,

we see each other, it's all we know how to do.

Yeah, I've got some mates like that.

It's like we don't know each other. We only know how to get pissed.

MAN: (ON RADIO) All units, an affray outside Mona Castle Hotel in Seddon.

TR-1 to VKC, we are eight minutes off.

-You know it? -Yeah, I know it.

JOSH: Lawson, we're about seven or eight minutes off.

-We'll take this. -No, it's OK. We've got it.

We're nearly there.

Josh, we don't need you. Back off.

-Go. -(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: Go on, give him one! Give him one from me, mate!

Go on, punch him!

(MEN SHOUT)

Get up and kick him! That's it! Kick him!

Oi! I thought I said we'd get this.

-We were just up the road. -Mate, you're not needed.

I'm here now, aren't I?

(MEN SHOUT)

Want to make your money back? I've got dibs on the guy in the beanie.

-Done. -What if it's a draw?

No pub brawl ever ends in a draw.

MAN: Oh, yes!

You! What do you think you're doing?

Back off.

Back inside, thank you. Show's over.

What are you doing? It's 10:00 in the morning.

Take a seat down. Thank you very much.

Chop chop!

You're green.

It wasn't a draw. You stopped it when you saw your guy losing.

Look, it was about to get really ugly.

What about something like a pamper package?

Massage, facial, the works.

What?

Yeah, good idea. Something thoughtful like that.

I thought we were still working on taking her out. And rooting her.

MICHAEL: I, for one, would bonk Kerry any time she wanted.

SHANNON: But she doesn't want, Michael. That's your problem.

Thank you, Shannon. Jerk. We've got to work this out properly.

Let's just say we'd all have sex with her 'cause she's hot, OK?

That's agreed.

STELLA: So the bet is whoever takes her home wins

if they have sex with her.

JOSH: So each person chucks in 20 bucks,

so I get 100 bucks and I root Kerry.

MICHAEL: Does she have to confirm it?

STELLA: Of course not.

Say she roots Lawson, she's not going to broadcast it.

So, what? We're just going on the word of the person who does it?

Oh, good point.

OK, new rule. Whoever has sex with Kerry has to film it for evidence.

Oh, and hey, I've got a great idea. If we...

Guys, the KALOF on the Adelaide armed rob offenders.

Armed Robbery have ID'd them as Michael Patrick Cooper, 27 years,

George Dusan Curkovic - one of my people -

and Terence 'The Flea' Hartigan, 26 years.

Offenders may be armed.

Bloody Flea Hartigan. What's he doing in South Australia?

-You know him? -Yeah.

I first arrested him five years ago.

Copy that, Leon. Send through those IDs.

Hang on, you've got to hear my plan. If we can get Kerry...

Lawson, maybe the conversation's...

LAWSON: What?

Nothing.

Good luck out there.

Lawson?

-Yes, Kerry? -How's it going?

Fine. Another day in the life.

Uh-huh. Look, I've got a job for you.

The Israeli Minister of Tourism's in town.

He's here as a private citizen, but you can imagine the security.

He wants to go for a walk, so I've just volunteered us as babysitters.

OK. When?

Could you be at his address in Clifton Hill at midday?

Just trot along with him.

50-year-old guy, apparently.

Nice guy, though.

OK, we'll be there.

OK.

Right, who wants to go walkies with the Minister?

(SCOFFS) Seen him on TV. He is old as.

I didn't train to walk my grandfather.

Well, congratulations. You just volunteered.

(SIGHS) Lawson...

Take Shan with you too.

I'll stay with the vehicle.

And then they'll hit the video store right there near the station.

-That looks logical. -Mmm. I know.

And they always hit them on a Saturday arvo. I told Lawson.

-(PHONE RINGS) -Oh, yeah? What did he say?

-He yawned. -Er...

Look, sorry. It really is his call.

And they call themselves coppers.

Yeah, Pete. Can you get down here?

(SNIFFS) Can you smell that?

Oh, you dirty bastard!

Pull over.

Where's the love? I'm sick.

Oh, God!

Stop.

LAWSON: Here we go.

Mr Lowitz. Pleased to meet you, sir.

Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake.

-This is Constable Stella Dagostino. -How are you doing?

Senior Constable Shannon Henry. We've been assigned to you.

Thank you. You ready for a jog?

You're jogging? I thought you were just going for a walk.

-I like to keep fit. -We'll do our best to keep up.

Let's go.

-Hey, mate. -Hey.

-So you enjoy running, then? -I love it.

I was in the London and the Boston Marathon last year.

I don't get as much time as I'd like to.

-Leon? -Go ahead, Sergeant Blake.

Pete? Is that you?

-Where's Leon? -He's out to lunch.

-Said he might be a bit late back. -Why? Where's he going?

Don't know. Sorry.

He's an animal. We've got to stop him.

-How do we slow him down? -I've got an idea. Watch this.

-I'm sorry! -Are you alright?

Yeah.

-Lawson? -Yeah, Shan. How's the perambulation?

Perambulation, my arse. It's killing us.

What? He's an old bloke.

We can't keep this up in full gear. We need someone else to take over.

Yeah, hang on. Stand by.

Tell them to bring gym gear and joggers.

JOSH: Copy that, Lawson. We're four minutes off.

You win the prize. You're taking over the jogging with the Minister.

You are kidding. Josh, I can hardly walk.

MICHAEL: What? Are you serious?

JOSH: Go on.

(STELLA AND SHANNON PANT)

Go on. He's getting away.

LAWSON: Right, you heard your sergeant.

What's the story, ladies?

-Sorry? -Mar... (PANTS)

Married? He's married? No?

Marathons. He does marathons.

-Marathons? -He does marathons.

-Harden up, princess. -(SHANNON COUGHS)

You want to give it a go, you smart-arse?

(MOUTHS)

-(DOOR OPENS) -MAN: Give me all the money!

Quick!

Didn't you hear me? Open the drawer and give me the money!

You lot, get over here! Nood, get them!

MAN: Come here! Come on!

Stop pissing around!

(MAN GROANS)

Shit!

Money. Now!

Come on! You, give me your wallet.

Thank you, Sergeant. Maybe one day we don't have to do all this, eh?

Let's hope so. Take care.

Muppet!

Faster!

Oi, you! Give me your wallet.

Get your money out of your purse. Come on!

Do you want a bullet? Give it to him!

Stella and I have to choose the present,

'cause you guys are going to get it wrong.

-I've got a great idea for a present. -No way, Michael! You wouldn't know.

I saw it last week in a shop. It's perfect.

Nuh. Me and Shannon have to go shopping together.

-We'll get a present and a cake. -No, you're not.

-Why not? -'Cause you'll take all day.

I'll get the bloody cake. At least that'll save us some time.

Give me...!

Is this all you've got? You got a safe?

-I... Yeah... -Where is it?

-I don't know. -Where?!

Hey, Chicka! It's up here, mate.

Right. You lot, down here. Follow him.

-Come here! -Move it!

-Come on! -Down there!

Keep coming! Get in this way.

-Oi... -(SOFTLY) Pete, it's me.

Oi. You.

-Me? -Yeah, you heard. Come here.

Rightio.

Where the bloody hell did you come from?

Mate, I'm just hiring a movie.

'Lord of War'?

(DROPS DVD) Piece of shit.

Who you on the phone to?

My mum.

Don't be a smart-arse. You a cop?

(CHUCKLES) Do I look like a cop?

You look like a dipshit to me.

Give it!

-Follow me! -Man, alright.

Oh, what's this dickhead up to?

I'm pretty sure that was a chick.

No, it's not. Is it?

Yeah. I think I saw tit.

-Tit? -Yep.

Bullshit. (SWITCHES ON SIREN)

-Get in! -Alright.

-It's over there, mate. -Where's he keep the key?

I...I don't know.

Start looking, Nood.

He'd keep it with him. Wouldn't he?

You're starting to piss me off.

You. You bloody find it or I'll belt you again.

-You're kidding. -It was just for a bet.

Who won?

We don't know yet.

And what was the bet?

That we couldn't fully do it.

Do you know how bloody dangerous that was? You came close to...

Yeah, nearly. Till you stopped us.

Licence.

That's alright. I'll get it. Don't worry.

(RUMMAGES)

Where is it? In your pants?

-LAWSON: Pete, Leon back yet? -Not yet, Lawson.

What's he up to?

Did he mention anything at all about where he was going?

He didn't mention anything about a video shop, did he?

He said something about Carlisle Street.

He tried calling a while ago, but he hung up.

Alright, thanks.

That'll do, OK. You lot, stay right here.

I'm gonna lock youse in. Get to know each other.

See youse.

Hey, hang on. Hang on.

Maybe keep it in the bedroom next time.

I've got to try that.

LAWSON: (ON RADIO) Josh, can you head towards Carlisle Street, Balaclava?

We could have a problem. We'll meet you there.

-Better make it quick. -Copy that.

(SIREN WAILS)

Nah, I was just wondering. Were you gonna knock off the DVDs as well?

I'd say that's none of your bloody business, mate.

It's a simple question.

So what if I was? Maybe I like movies.

-And you got here at 2:00. -What's it to you?

Well, that's the same time that the vid stores got done over in Richmond.

-And South Yarra. -What?

It's just for a bet I've got with a mate.

-You're a cop! -No. Mate, I'm not a cop.

-I read it in the paper. -No, you didn't.

Oh! Sheez!

Shit! (GROANS) What did you do that for?

Let's go!

Out!

-Down here. -Bloody hell.

Move it!

(SIREN WAILS)

Shit!

-LAWSON: On the ground! -STELLA: Get down on the ground!

-Get on the ground! On the ground! -Stay back! Get on the ground now!

-On the ground! Do it now! -Get on the ground!

Hands out to the side. Palms facing upwards.

Make a fist with your right hand. Put it behind your back.

Fist with your left hand. Put it behind your back.

Anything sharp? Anything dangerous?

See? What did I tell you? I win the bet.

-What happened here? -Oh, he hit me with that thing.

-What, with the gun? -Yeah.

Which one of you belted him?

-Oh! Shit! -Happens to be a friend of mine.

Told you he was a cop.

Hey, is that true what you said about 'Lord of War'?

Yeah, it's crap. Don't rent it.

-Oh. Thanks. -No worries.

Cheers, mate.

(SIGHS) Golly.

Alright. Head towards St Kilda.

Don't get some awful sponge cake or something

with shit all over it and sparkles and stuff.

Yeah, and don't get 43 candles.

Look, I've got this, OK? I will get something good.

Relax. I know what she likes.

PETE: (ON RADIO) Lawson? Updated information on Glenelg armed rob.

Cooper is 176cm tall, slim build, dark hair,

with a scar on his forehead.

Curkovic is 182cm, slight build, with a light complexion.

Hartigan's around 170cm, stocky build.

He has several tribal tattoos on his neck and hands.

By now, probably on approach to the Melbourne CBD.

TR-1, copy that.

Hey! You're an idiot! Do you know that?

I needed to prove a point, Kerry. They don't treat me seriously.

Can you blame them? What were you thinking?

Hey, hey. I get the job done.

Yeah. Yeah, you do. In this chair.

You're an excellent intel officer.

(MUTTERS) Not good enough to be on their list.

What, the list? The list that...that...

To see who gets to...

..you know...

Leon...

..you can be on any list you like.

In fact, you're the only one with any chance.

And I tell you something - it would be the night of your life.

So, whoever wins has to go to her house and ask her out.

OK. Then they have to knock on the door and do it formally.

JOSH: (ON RADIO) Why not just call her?

No, no, no.

You've got to go to her place and ring the doorbell,

like in the old, romantic days.

-Michael, what are you doing? -I'm eating.

Hey, for Kerry's present, wait till you see the one I've got in mind.

-You'll love it. -Is it a bit kitschy, though?

Nuh. She was born in 1966. It's perfect.

Not enough chilli in that.

Did you notice how he wasn't much into the conversation?

About what?

All the stuff about having sex with Kerry.

He shuts up as soon as we start on it.

Yeah, you're right.

I reckon they've done it.

No! He's just being Lawson.

Being Mr I'm Boss.

Do you think?

Yes!

They definitely had something for a while there.

Ohhh. I wonder what happened. She's hot.

She's totally hot.

For someone her age.

-(CHUCKLES) -What?

It's true. I'd do her.

-(LAUGHS) -(LAUGHS)

How long does it take a guy to choose a cake?

What do you think he's doing?

I don't know.

I feel sorry for the woman who ends up marrying him.

Do you reckon he knows how anal he is?

-Probably not. -(GIGGLES)

I've got a friend whose husband is so anal, he Nairs his arse.

-He what? -He Nairs his arse.

You know that hair removal cream you get from the chemist?

Yeah, yeah!

OK. Can you imagine Lawson Nairing his arse?

(BOTH LAUGH)

That is wrong!

MICHAEL: Come on. What do you think?

Who would bother to invent something like this?

What? It's great.

I suppose it was the '60s. Everyone was smashed all the time.

Get this. Her husband manscapes. And he uses fake tan.

Puts it on every night, but he puts it on his face.

-Ohhh, darling! -Ends up looking like a sultana.

-(WOMAN SCREAMS) -What a loser! (LAUGHS)

Lawson, we've got a job in progress. A bag snatch off Acland Street.

Male offender on a blue bike, heading towards Beaconsfield Parade.

No rego as yet. Leon, did you copy all that?

-Copy that. You need an ambo? -Yeah, we do.

She was knocked down, but she looked OK.

Come on, Shan. Put your foot on it!

-What do you think I'm doing? -Yeah, get closer!

-Where's Lawson? -(LAUGHS) Buying the cake.

Go, sisters.

Shit. Where is he?

He's got to be here. We were right on him.

(STARTS ENGINE)

-Stop! Police! -Police!

Shit, that was fast! Come on!

LAWSON: Oi! Stella, where are you?

We're in pursuit, Lawson. We'll get back to you.

Could you hurry up? I'm standing out here like a shag on a rock.

Leon, just an update on that bag snatch in St Kilda.

The bike was a blue-and-white Yamaha trail bike

ridden by a male offender - black jacket, black helmet and jeans.

Can you alert the uniforms and let them know?

Yeah, copy that.

'Sup?

No. No, no, no. Really. Don't worry about it. No.

I was going to call you anyway.

No, no. I'm 43. Jeez, I had you when I was 20.

Oh, sweetheart. Those days are in the past.

No, I'm just going to go home and have a quiet one.

Yeah, doesn't really matter.

Hey? Really, it's fine.

It's fine.

OK. OK.

Yep. Yeah, bye.

Here.

Hmm...

Oh. Nicely done, Lawson.

-You like it? -Yep. She's going to love it.

LEON: Hey, guys, this is a long shot.

I did some quiet checking with some contacts,

and my contacts have, on the QT...

What?

I might have the GPS coordinates of the armed rob guys from Adelaide.

OK, good. What are they?

Lawson, if I relied on your copper systems to give me information,

I'd still be stuck in last week.

Leon, just tell me what you've got.

Alright, alright.

Their movements stopped at the corner of Punt Road and Vale Street.

Oh, it's the bloody 'G.

Lawson, we're about five minutes off.

(SIREN WAILS)

(FOOTBALL SIREN BLARES)

Surely they wouldn't have gone inside.

Can't believe you'd rob a bank and drive straight here.

Great. So, how are we supposed to check through 80,000 people?

LEON: Excuse me, guys.

The credit card they used to buy petrol -

if they use the same one to buy tickets,

I can get onto 'G ticketing and find out exactly where they are.

-Leon, don't think - do. -Alright.

Piece of piss. I'll get back to you.

Maybe they dumped the car around here.

Yeah, alright. Michael, go and get those uniforms up to speed.

Tell them to call their mates and do a search of the car park.

-We'll meet you inside. -MICHAEL: Yep.

(CROWD CHEERS IN STADIUM)

Lawson? Bingo, my friend.

Tickets are in the Ponsford Stand, section M32.

You're going through tower 5.

32. Where are we?

OK. M33. M32.

Alright.

Alright, Josh and I will approach from the concourse upstairs,

from either side.

I want you three covering these three exits down here, OK?

We should probably have a sergeant down here, though, so I'll...

-Michael. You're down here. -I'm a Hawks fan.

No, you're not.

Yep.

-Oh! -CROWD: Ohhh!

Maybe I should go up and have a little look.

Stay there, Michael.

Whatever. Bombers will kill them anyway.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

-JOSH: Lawson, three bays across. -Yep. Got him.

You go low, I'll go high.

Guys, they're coming your way!

Oh, shit!

-Stay down! -Get down! Stay down!

Stop right there!

STELLA: Out of the way!

You got it? You good? You good?

(MAN GRUNTS)

-Settle down. -Shan! Shan!

-Yep. Exit...the exit... -Are you right?

Yep, yep.

-(CROWD CHEERS) -Oh, who scored that?

Get up!

Stop! Police!

Stop! Police!

Police! Make way!

Move!

Stop! Police!

Arms out to the side. Palms in the air.

Right arm behind your back. Make a fist.

(SIGHS)

-You alright? -Yep.

-Oi! -Hey, hey!

-You right? -Yes.

-Settle down. -Righto, righto. Righto!

-G'day, Flea. -Shit!

Mr Blake.

What are you doing robbing banks in Adelaide?

Run out of banks in Victoria?

I do not know what you're talking about.

-Anyway, what are you doing here? -Looking for you three.

-(CROWD CHEERS) -Hey, who scored that?

-Hawks. -Shit.

-Bit of a fan, are you? -We drove all night to be here.

-Oi, Mr Blake? -What?

Look, I know you're a Hawthorn supporter.

There's only one quarter to go.

What do you say?

Yes... Yes!

-Yes! (SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) -(CROWD CHEERS)

Carn the Bombers!

Shut up, Flea, or we go.

Yeah, alright.

Hey, care to make a little wager on the outcome, Mr Blake?

Why is that, mate? You cashed up, are you?

Nah, don't worry, mate. I just changed my mind.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Hey, mate. You couldn't pass me one of those beers, could you?

Cheers.

Yes...

-(SIREN BLARES) -(CROWD CHEERS)

MICHAEL: Come on. Show us.

-An orange one? -My parents had a red one.

Oh, that's great!

Hey, Lawson, I need you to distract her while I...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, come on, sweetheart. There's always next year.

It was...a footy thing. We...

STELLA: No! Champagne gives me wind.

(ALL LAUGH)

-(ALL CHEER) -LEON: Oh, here it is!

Happy birthday, Kerry! Whooo!

That's very sweet.

-Hurry up! Cut the cake. I'm hungry. -OK. (LAUGHS)

-Thank you. -Get into it.

Ah...alright.

-MICHAEL: Speech! -Hang on.

Careful. You'll have to kiss the nearest boy if you touch the bottom.

-Whooo! -(OTHERS CHEER)

-Cheers. -Speech!

Alright.

ALL: Ohhh!

Oh! Ha!

('COUNTING THE BEAT' BY THE SWINGERS PLAYS)

MICHAEL: Yep. OK, let's go. By elimination. Let's do it.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)