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Christian, don't let him get too far ahead.

Yep. Will do.

Charles, just keep it to 60, mate.

WOMAN: I'll issue a statement,

saying you had to leave early for some unforeseen something at home.

Mm-hm.

-We'll be at the motel soon. -OK.

What's the latest on that four-wheel-drive, Leon?

-KERRY: Leon?! -Uh...he should be...

(SIGHS)

Where the bloody hell are they?

He's lost them.

Stell!

(YELLS) Down!

(GUNSHOT)

Well, see you.

-Take it easy, big fella. -Fella?

Well, any flavour is good for me.

Hey, give us a call after the ultrasound, yeah?

You'll be fine. You are a machine!

-A machine? -What? Is there a problem?

Look here. Tell me what you see.

I see two beautiful brown eyes.

No. Under them.

Bags. They're bags, matey. And see this?

This isn't a hairstyle.

It's just something growing on my head.

I'm 23 years old and I look like my mother.

Hey! I reckon your mother's of good sort.

No more, Christian.

This is the end. Alright?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey! Hey?

Let's talk tonight, alright? I gotta go.

I'm not being hormonal, Christian! Three is enough.

But what if we have twins? (LAUGHS)

-Oh. Funny bastard, aren't you? -I try. I try.

(WHISTLES) Dumpty, dump, dump.

-What? Were you expecting the Ritz? -He is the Prime Minister.

Of a lump of bird shit in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

-Do you guys not watch the news? -Try not to.

(CHUCKLES) The guy's a legend.

-Josh. -Hey, Russ.

(PHONE RINGS)

The Prime Minister's in his suite here.

Hey, sweetie. Look, Daddy's just at work at the moment.

So, I'll call you back, alright? Bye-bye.

-Come in. Hi. Janet Cowell. -Sgt Joshua. Nice to meet you.

The PM's just on the phone.

-What are you smiling at? -Oh, I tell you something, Stell.

Kids are the best thing you'll ever do.

My advice is, don't wait.

I'm missing a couple of essential ingredients.

Yeah?

A desire for kids and a penis.

Any issues you have, you can speak to me directly.

OK. Well, we need to get you into better accommodation.

-I'm very comfortable here. -I'm not talking about your comfort.

I understand. You have security concerns about this motel.

Yeah. You could say that.

Let me ask you a question. What's $10 to you?

Oh, don't worry. I'm not asking you to sponsor an orphan.

In my country, $10 is a day's work.

-I can appreciate that but... -I'm glad you can.

Hey, Leon. Got a job for you.

Oh, I'm great, Lawson. Thanks for asking.

Get on to council records and find who did the reno's for that property.

My weekend? Yeah, yeah, it was great, actually.

I did a bit of wakeboarding, a spot of shopping...

Oh, well good. Things are looking up for you, mate.

'Cause usually it's just internet porn and baked beans, isn't it?

Whatever gives you the idea that I'd ever eat baked beans?

-Who's the owner of the property? -Uh...that's not really important.

Well, if you want a full record search it is.

Andrew Kronin.

I'd love to help, mate, but my hands are tied.

-What? Has Kerry said something? -She knows about your obsession.

-I don't have an obsession with him. -Denial. It's a classic sign.

-Are you gonna help me or not? -Not a chance.

-I'll do it. -What? No!

Yes! I will!

Do you even know what we're talking about?

Does it matter? Look, I'm here to learn, right?

Give me something to do.

Whatever it is, I'm gonna do it better than Leon.

He's generation X, which... as you know, is very 1992.

Do you know who Andrew Kronin is?

-Armed robber. Bad man. -Fine.

I want floor plans, wiring, diagrams, whatever you can get on the property.

The less people who know about it the better.

OK. Yeah. Especially Kerry, right?

Yes. Especially Kerry.

-Ooh! -Oopsy-daisy.

-Sorry. -You OK?

-I'm sorry. -Your shirt?

-It's fine. -OK

I'm fine. We're all fine.

-You know the trick, right? -Um...

If you get ice on it, nice and early,

it reduces blood flow to all the broken capillaries.

Thanks. I'll, uh, I'll keep it in mind.

Not that it's unattractive.

-I'm sorry. Uh, Audrey. -Yep.

Hey. Michael.

I've been watching you on the screens.

-OK. -Not in a weird, psychosexual way.

That's...great. I mean, that's a relief.

Yeah.

I think what I'm trying to say is I can tell you're good at your job.

Oh. Thank you. I'm, uh, sure you are too.

Alright. OK. OK.

Well...

Hmm?

Hello, my friend.

You're looking for me, I think? Charles Deshell.

-The Prime Minister's driver. -Right.

-280. -It is, my friend.

-280SE. -You've looked after it.

Yeah. It's my pride and joy.

Hey, we're gonna need another car, Leon.

Er, but...there... there's nothing wrong with my car.

Uh, yeah. OK. I'll get back to you.

280SE. Cool car.

My job is to protect this guy's life. I can't do that in this.

It's got no ABS, it's got crappy steering,

and it's underpowered to the shithouse.

She'll do what you want. I guarantee you.

Alright. Give us the keys.

-Cancel the car, Leon. -LEON: (ON RADIO) Copy that.

You in the wars, Michael?

Oh. Um...yeah. Looks pretty mannish, doesn't it?

-It looks like you ran into a wall. -Uh, no. Indoor soccer, actually.

Scored the winning goal with my face.

Mmm. Quite the achiever, aren't we?

-Hey. -Hey.

-Hey! -G'day.

-Good to see you. -Yeah.

You're looking, uh, you're looking really relaxed.

Yeah, yeah. No, it's been good to have a bit of time off.

Yeah.

-Lawson, uh, you got a sec? -Yep.

See you.

He looks like shit.

First of all, I want to apologise for my behaviour.

Well, it was unacceptable, totally, and inexcusable.

OK.

-KERRY: How are you, Dom? -Hey, I'm alright.

Yeah. Uh, the doctors say it's a stress thing.

-Oh. Well, that's good to hear. -Yeah.

I mean, they reckon that asking for help is nine-tenths of the problem.

-Do they? Oh, that's good. -Yeah.

So, um...I was wondering, like, what the process is

to repatriate me back into the unit?

What?

-You can't kick me out! -Just think about it, mate.

What? Because of stress? That's illegal!

Dom. Dom.

This is an operational unit.

You're never going to be operational again.

-I'm a good cop! -Oh, no-one's disputing that.

No-one's gonna ride with you, Dom. It's as simple as that.

-Right. -Look, I'm very sorry.

(SIGHS)

Where are you from, Christian? I'm guessing Tuvalu?

In one, Prime Minister.

Well, like, born there but raised here.

-Do you go home at all? -Um...no.

Well, once, but that was a long time ago.

You should try and go again... before it's gone.

Yeah. Yeah.

OK. Movie stars over 50 who you want to root.

Christian, you're first.

-Pass. -You can't pass.

I just did.

Christian, don't be such a Methodist.

-Johnny Depp. -He's not 50.

-Yeah, he is. -Nah.

-Surely. -(PHONE RINGS)

-Dom. How are you? -Leon, how old is Johnny Depp?

Uh, Johnny Depp.

-Born... -1963.

Correct. 1963.

Oh, bugger.

Alright, no worries. Leave it with me. I'll get back to you.

See you.

-Michelle Pfeiffer. -Yep. She's hot.

You could have a crack at the same time.

-That's uncomfortable. -(LAUGHS)

-(PHONE RINGS) -LAWSON: Yeah, mate?

JOSH: You like being a prick, do you?

-Sorry? -What's the story with Dom?

Uh...

..I think Dom can fight his own battles, don't you?

No. It sounds to me like he could use a bit of help.

Josh, you know as well as I do he can't come back.

I'm not taking the risk.

You know his missus cut him loose a couple of months ago?

(SIGHS) Yeah, I heard that.

Do you know he's been living out of his car?

-Well, at least the rent's cheap. -Oh, yeah. You're a funny bastard.

Listen to me. There's nothing we can do for him.

Yes, there is! We tell him straight up.

"You work your shit out and we'll take you back."

-And you'd ride with him, would you? -If he works his shit out.

Yeah. Sure you would.

Dickhead.

Dom wants his job back, doesn't he?

-You're not going to give it to him. -Why not?

Stella got her job back. Josh has had, like, a million indiscretions.

Different situation. Stella did nothing wrong.

I'm just saying Dom hasn't hurt anyone.

-Dom went gun-crazy. -He had a brain snap, Shannon.

-Oh, what? Like, temporary insanity? -Yeah.

-Well, that's comforting. -POLICE RADIO: Units. Priority 1.

Road rage incident at The Strand in Williamstown.

-Right, we're taking that. -Calls coming through of firearms...

VKC. This is TR-1. We're responding to that.

(SIREN WAILS)

They stuck a gun in my son's face. He's 6. He's only 6.

Oh, OK. Look, my name's Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake.

How about we start at the beginning, Mr....

The bastards ran me off the road. Um, they had a gun.

They...they tried to kill us.

-Hello. -LAWSON: Do you know who they were?

-Are you OK? -Yes.

No. No. There were two of them and they had, um, uh...

-What? Balaclavas on? Yes? -Yes. Yes.

Alright. Did you get to see the vehicle?

Um, it was a four-wheel-drive.

Four-wheel-drive, OK. Did you get a rego?

-LEON: What's happening? -(SQUEAKS)

-Just...the road rage thing. -Oh, yeah. Interesting?

Yep.

Hey, Lawson. Can I have a look at that car?

What?

Uh, their car. Can I have another look, please?

-Hey, Kerry. Check this out. -What is it?

Our job's about finding connections between seemingly unrelated events.

-Am I right? -Yes, Leon.

OK. This is a Mercedes 280.

Right. Prime Minister Fisher is travelling in a Mercedes 280.

Similar vintage. The Strand would have been on their route.

-This is the car the gunmen held up? -Yeah.

Alright, Audrey. I want you on every camera within a 15km radius.

-Let's find that four-wheel-drive. -That's a lot of cameras.

Well, you better get on to it. Lawson?

Look, I might be completely wrong,

but it seems like there's been an assassination attempt

against Prime Minister Fisher.

Are we overreacting? It could just be a coincidence.

Same car. Same route. That's too many coincidences for me.

Oh, I don't know. Correlation doesn't always imply causation.

You know, it's basic probability theory, Kerry.

-Is this impressing you? -Not really.

It's not working, Leon. Josh?

Yeah.

Uh, look. We've got a credible threat to the Prime Minister.

-What sort of threat? -Oh, couple of guys with guns.

They stopped a car that looks a lot like the PM's.

-Are we pulling the plug? -No, no, no.

We're going to go ahead with, uh, raised security.

-TR-1 will join you at the hospital. -OK. Copy that.

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

(CROWD SHOUTS, BOOS)

-What?! -What?

Behind us.

You're kidding.

(SIGHS) Alright. Just, um, just take a left up here.

-Lawson. -What are you doing?

No. I just need you to tell me something.

Like, you said that no-one would ride with me. Right?

This has been going through my mind.

Is that what they said...

..or is that just what you think that they'd think?

Just, I need to get it straight in my head.

Well, no-one's said anything specifically, Dom.

Right. Well, can you just ask them?

Just, if they'll ride with me?

Can you just ask them?

Come on, they're my mates.

Look. This is kind of crazy behaviour, OK? Following us?

You need to go home. You need to get some rest.

-But will you ask them? -Just go home.

Can you do that for me?

I am here today to express...

..my long overdue thanks.

12 months ago, I survived an assassin's bullet. A bullet.

Thanks to these amazing men and women,

I can stand before you today.

Their skills and talents are truly gifts from God.

What's he doing?

I'm humbled and grateful to be standing here...

..as a testimony to their abilities.

Dick.

-Do you trust him? -Yeah. He's solid.

JOSH: One more step and I'll kick your arse, Christian.

..the greatest gift of all.

You're wearing your uniform. Back off. I'm serious.

I'm proud to be standing here but perhaps more importantly...

..I'm immensely proud of the depth of connection our two nations share.

A connection that will grow and develop,

as we grow and develop as partners and as friends

in this corner of the world.

(APPLAUSE)

JOSH: Lawson, where are you?

(SIGHS) Still about 15 away. We were hijacked...by your mate.

-Come again? -Nothing. Doesn't matter.

Uh, this is wrapping up here,

so you're better off meeting us at the TV studio.

OK. Your call. See you there.

Alright. Charles, we're about to come out.

CHARLES: On my way.

-Oi! -Hmm?

Getting your dial on camera? That's a slab, buddy.

-No way! -Way.

-Shit! -(LAUGHS)

Not smiling now, are you?

My kids will get a buzz, so it's all worth it.

(SCOFFS)

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Prime Minister, shall we?

(CROWD SHOUTS)

(SHOUTS) OK. Change of plans. We're gonna go out the back.

(SHOUTS) I won't give in to pressure. We leave this way.

Prime Minister! Hey! Prime Minister!

STELLA: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go. Let's go.

-Don't touch him! Move aside. -Get out of the way!

-Get out of the way! -Get out of the way!

Get out of the way! Out of the way!

-Here, sir. -(CROWD BOOS)

Get in.

You enjoy this shit, don't you?

(CROWD SHOUTS)

STELLA: Clear!

Clear on this.

-Who were they? -No-one important.

They're supporters of a separatist movement and they're organised.

Like I said, no-one important.

Prime Minister, you need to work with us, not against us.

We can't protect you if we don't know what you're going to do.

Are we clear on that...sir?

Josh, what happened out there?

Pell likes a fight. Let's put it that way.

This can't happen!

We don't know if those protesters

are linked to the incident with the Mercedes.

Just get him to the TV station as quick as you can.

-I'm gonna meet you out there. -Copy that.

Clear.

Alright, Leon. We're at the TV studio.

Give us an update.

Uh, it's Audrey here, Lawson.

TR-2 and the PM should be with you in five.

-Any change in the level of threat? -No. Nothing from the AFP or ASIO.

How you going with that other thing that I asked?

Uh, I haven't had time to check on it. Sorry.

-Get on to it as soon as you can. -Yeah. I will.

Get on to what?

You really like to sneak up on people, don't you?

-Oh, it depends on the people. -Mmm.

-What does Lawson want? -Same thing we all want, I suppose.

Love.

-Don't get clever on me, Audrey. -I can't help it.

Audrey, I'm your mentor

which technically means I'm in a position of authority.

So, I order you to tell me.

Well, he gave me explicit instructions.

The fewer people who know about it, the better.

Like who, Kerry? I know this is about Andrew Kronin.

(SIGHS) Sorry. Police business.

(APPLAUSE)

Oi! Have you checked up inside?

-Are you happy with the set-up? -Yeah. Happy enough.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just gonna have a chat with Pell. Sounds like a bit of a handful.

Josh, just a heads-up. Kerry's heading your way.

-He's in make-up. -Everything under control?

Yeah, unless he decides to climb out a window.

Ha!

JANET: She's bound to ask you about the oil situation.

-Of course she is. -As long as you're ready for it.

Janet, I'm ready for anything she throws at me.

Inspector Vincent.

Nice to see you again, Prime Minster.

Let me say from the outset, your team is doing a wonderful job.

Thank you.

Um, I was wondering if I could have a word with you in private?

-I'm Janet Cowell, media adviser. -Oh, hello.

I'm sure anything you have to say, you can say in front of me.

Janet. Could we have a minute?

I'll be outside.

Inspector.

You never answered my phone calls, you bastard.

-(CHUCKLES) -(LAUGHS)

You've been eating oranges.

Prahran C40, acknowledge. Over.

Prahran C40, please acknowledge. Over.

Lawson, we got a problem.

One of our uniformed cars on the outer perimeter

has missed his check and he's not responding.

Michael.

Hey!

You like him, don't you?

Pell Fisher? Yeah, of course.

I mean, to a guy from Tuvalu, yeah, I mean...

Even if the guy is half-Tongan, he's still a hero.

And I'm Samoan, so.

Would you take a bullet for him?

Sorry?

Well, that's your job, isn't it? Human shield.

You married? Got kids?

Two. One on the way.

Ha. You need a TV in your bedroom.

So, would you?

Leave your wife without a husband, your kids without a dad?

The theory is if the job's done properly, no-one takes a bullet.

How do you figure that?

Shooters are only after their target.

If they can't get it, then they wait till some other time.

-That's the theory, huh? -Yeah.

That's...that's the theory.

-Thank you, Inspector. -Oh, no worries.

JOSH: Everything alright?

Yeah, yeah. Just running through a few protocols.

Oh, good.

The Australian Government says you want it both ways.

They would, wouldn't they?

My country has helped your government

out of a very awkward situation regarding asylum seekers.

Now they want to steal the oil from our seas.

But, Prime Minister, you describe it as indefensible.

Alright. Where is he?

But you've got problems at home, haven't you?

Naulu separatists staking their own oil claims?

-Naulu's sovereignty is not... -Impressive, isn't he?

..we recognise, and if you look at the December referendum,

not many others do either.

Oh. You've got to love a man of the people.

The richest man of the people in the South Pacific.

Richest?

How much do you really know about him?

Lawson.

-Hey. Hey, can you hear me? -Leon! Officer down.

JANET: He will be... once that oil starts flowing.

KERRY: What do you mean?

-Yeah? -We have a situation.

Excuse me.

KERRY: Could it be unrelated?

It could be but the motorcade would be coming straight past here.

OK. That's three strikes. Josh, we're pulling the pin.

We'll take him out the back way.

-We need to wrap this up NOW. -Cut.

-Apologies, Prime Minister... -Sorry, Prime Minister.

-What's the problem? -You need to leave with us, please.

-There. 5 minutes, 23 seconds ago. -Nice.

Stell, coming out now.

Ms Cowell's riding in the front, Prime Minister.

-I'll be in the back with you. -We have some business to discuss.

KERRY: Well, you can discuss that when you get to the hotel.

That's non-negotiable.

OK, go!

Uh, guys. It was the four-wheel-drive with bullbars.

Looks like two occupants. I've got a partial rego.

-Where are they now? -Working on it, Josh.

Uh, they're heading west along Elizabeth Street.

About 3 minutes ago. They should be coming up to...

-Where are they? -I haven't the foggiest.

I'll issue a statement

saying you had to leave early for some unforeseen something at home.

Mm-hm.

Leon!

Uh, yeah, Josh. We're just factoring in a few other options.

-We'll be at the motel soon. -OK.

KERRY: Leon?

Where the bloody hell are they?

He's lost them.

Stell!

JOSH: Shots fired! Shots fired!

CHRISTIAN: (YELLS) Down!

KERRY: They're going! They're going! POLICE!

-STELLA: Drop your weapons! -KERRY: Drop your weapons!

STELLA: Drop your weapons!

JOSH: Police! Drop your weapons!

-JOSH: Drop your weapons! -MICHAEL: Get down on the ground!

Put the weapons down! Put it down!

Cover him!

Leon, we need an ambo. We've got gunshot wounds!

-MICHAEL: Put the weapon down! -SHANNON: Covering!

Down on the ground! Get down on the ground!

JOSH: With me! With me! With me!

SHANNON: Hands behind your back! Hands behind...

Come on, stay with us. Charles, are you with us?! Charles!

Arms behind your back. Make a fist!

We need the medic kit here!

-The medic kit! -On it!

Janet, Janet, stay with us. Come on. Come on, stay with us.

So, how'd they know about the route, Charles? How?

-Someone must have tipped them off. -I don't know.

Listen to me, if you're involved in this in any way,

it's gonna go a whole lot better if you tell about it now.

-PRIME MINISTER: Kerry? -I'm not. I swear, I'm not.

You have no right to interrogate Charles.

Look. This is a police investigation. OK?

If Ms Cowell dies, it's gonna be a homicide investigation.

I've known Charles for 20 years.

-You should be in a secure location. -JOSH: Let's go.

-I'm staying. -Listen!

If there's more around, you're still a target.

Guys, get him out of here!

Constable?

When he goes to the hospital, I want him kept under guard, alright?

Other than medical staff, no-one talks to him until I get there.

LAWSON: What? You think he's in on it?

Well, they knew the alternative route.

-So, what's the go with the shooters? -No ID. Nothing.

I reckon they're ex-military.

Military?

STELLA: Prime Minister, are you OK?

Christian, how about you?

Hmm? Just a few scratches.

You did a good job, mate.

You know, he was looking right at me. How did he miss?

Maybe he panicked.

I don't know. He knew what he was doing.

-Take me to the hospital. -No can do.

I need to see how Janet is.

We need to take you to a secure location.

I don't give a shit! Take me to the hospital now.

You're not going anywhere near the hospital.

Stella just told you we're taking you somewhere secure

and I can assure you that's exactly what's going to happen.

Mr Prime Minister.

G'day. If you'd like to follow me, I'll set you up in the admin area.

There's phones in there. I'd imagine you'd like to make some calls.

Thank you.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

-I saw the shooter bring up his gun. -And then?

Then I just threw myself on the Prime Minister.

So, you didn't actually see him take aim at Janet?

Well, no. But, I mean, he must have.

You're absolutely sure?

Why would I bullshit you?

-OK. Lawson? -Yeah, mate. Go ahead.

I just had a word with Christian

and he reckons the shooter wasn't going for Pell.

Makes sense. It was point blank range.

So, what? The target was Janet Cowell?

She's the one in hospital.

Alright. Thanks.

-Leon, you get that? -Yep. Got it.

Right. Pull up what you can on Janet Cowell for me.

Onto it.

I'll have a chat to Pell. Something's not right here.

Oi. What's going on?

Let's just say Janet Cowell wasn't just his press secretary.

What? She was sleeping with him? How do you know?

Oh, believe me. I know.

You and Pell?

Ohh! No wonder you turned up to the TV studio.

Oh, look. It was five years ago, you know?

He was in Melbourne. Our paths crossed. We hit it off.

-Obviously. -It was recreational.

But he's...he's a charmer.

So, Janet Cowell got recreational with him as well, so what?

Well, I don't think she was prepared to leave it at just sex.

He's not gonna knock her off for that.

Yeah, depends what she's threatening him with.

-LEON: Lawson? -Yeah, go ahead.

Got something on Janet Cowell.

Apparently she was the victim of an aggravated burglary

about two months ago.

AUDREY: Hey, a week later she's in an MVA.

A car sideswipes her, runs her off the road and then buggers off.

Alright. Copy that.

If Pell is behind it, he gets 10 out of 10 for persistence.

JOSH: Kerry?

KERRY: Yeah, go Josh.

-It's Pell. He wants to leave. -What? To the motel?

No. To the airport. He wants to leave the country.

Ahh, that'd be right.

My wife's very distressed, as you can imagine,

as are a great many people in my country.

I'd like to stay and monitor Ms Cowell's condition,

but my place is at home.

Uh, look.

We appreciate your position but we need a statement about the attack.

Well, I can do that when I get home.

Oh, what about we do it right here, right now? What do you say?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Do you want to just give us a minute?

Look, we know Janet Cowell was the target.

Sorry?

It wasn't you they were after, it was Janet Cowell.

Why would anyone want to hurt Janet?

I don't know, but someone's had a couple of cracks at it already.

I don't understand what you're trying to say, Kerry.

Someone wanted her dead.

You're very close to her, so we thought you might have a few ideas.

None.

Was she happy with the arrangement you two had?

(SCOFFS)

-I believe so. -Yeah.

Yeah, what was she gonna do? Was she gonna go public?

Was she gonna tell your wife? Create a scandal?

Or was she just gonna blow the lid on that little oil deal of yours?

I'm an internationally protected person.

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

You can't prosecute me...

..and you can't stop me from leaving.

I'd like to go to the airport now.

Yeah, you'd like to, but you're not going to.

Do you want to take a seat?

Yeah, thanks very much for your help. Arsehole.

-LAWSON: Can we charge him or what? -DFAT don't want to know about it.

They put me on to the Attorney General's department.

-Yeah, and? -Yeah, and they put me on to DFAT.

Inter-departmental musical chairs. Sounds like fun.

Prime Minister Pell has been helping us with our refugee situation,

so we're very appreciative.

No-one's going to touch this!

Makes Australia the perfect place to organise a hit.

-He's a clever bastard. -KERRY: Oh, come on.

None of it will be traceable back to him. He's not that stupid.

So we have no proof?

Yeah, and we got no right to hold him.

I appreciate your hospitality, Christian,

but all good things must come to an end.

I'm under instructions to keep you detained here...sir.

On what charge?

How about you just take a seat?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Just let him go, Christian.

He's head of state. He can do what he likes.

(SIGHS)

You're gonna have to live with yourself.

How do you do that?

Oh, fuck it!

Jesus loves you, man.

WOMAN: Hey, baby!

(GIGGLES)

-Where are the kids? -Oh, at your mum's.

-Yeah. -Thought you deserved...a lift.

Yeah.

Sounds like you... had an interesting day at work.

Yeah.

-Do you want to...talk about it? -Um, no, no, no.

-How was the ultrasound? -Yeah. It was great.

I'm a machine, apparently.

Beautiful machine.

A really beautiful machine.

We can stop, Annie.

Whatever you want. Three...three is enough.

Oh, hallelujah! (LAUGHS)

Hey...

..I love you.

Let's go home.

(LAUGHTER ON TELEVISION)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(BURPS)

Hey.

Hey. Sorry it's so late.

No, no, no. That's fine.

I saw it on the news. It was a big day, yeah?

-Yeah. (SIGHS) -Well, come in.

Ta.

-Grab you a beer, hey? -Nah. No, I'm good.

-You sure? -Yeah, really.

Alright.

-Sit down. -I can't stay.

Huh.

So, um...

..did you ask the guys if they would ride with me?

No.

But...you said...

Dom. I'm not gonna ask them.

It's not gonna work.

Look...

..whatever you need to get yourself right,

we'll help you, OK?

But there's no future in TR for you.

I'm sorry, mate.

I really am sorry.

How'd you go?

How do you reckon?

Guess I'm not a prick anymore.

Well, no. You are. But I get it.

-You were just born that way. -(SCOFFS)

Beers are getting warm. See you at mine.

You reckon?