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You right back there?

Er, yes. I am fine, Stella.

You look a little tired. A bit tight in the shoulder?

Gloating is really unattractive.

Shannon challenged me to a bike race.

-You won? -Yep. Of course I did.

-I am way fitter than you. -It's not about fitness.

It's about shit-hot instincts.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tango, Romeo Two.

The offenders have been sighted heading north

alongside the aquatic centre.

Copy that. Turn here.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Josh, look out for this guy.

He pulled a gun on a shopkeeper.

Righto. Thanks, Leon.

(SIREN WAILS)

-Hey. -Got it.

Take the car round the front.

You take it, Shan.

(SIREN WAILS)

-Is there any other way out of here? -Nup.

OK, evacuate everyone out of here and shut this door when we go in.

Yep.

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey, hey.

It was just an accident, Lawson.

What? Accidental discharge or did you sight the weapon in the mirror?

What's the difference? It's just a mirror.

Discharging your weapon is a big deal, Stell.

I thought you, of all people, would understand that.

-You know what your problem is? -What?

You can't just let a thing be a thing.

It has to mean all these other things.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) VKC to any unit clear.

We're getting a report of an assault in progress in Gardenvale.

A female has been assaulted.

Yeah, VKC. We'll take that.

-Is she a bit jumpy, or what? -No, she's been fine.

-Alright. Keep an eye on her. -Lawson? We've got a job.

Thanks, fellas.

Alright? What's the story?

Neighbours reported a woman assaulted in her front yard.

MAN: You are not coming any closer.

WOMAN: Max!

Stop it! Hey, stop it!

MAN: Get out of the way.

-Oi, what's going on? -Hello, officer.

-Are you OK? -Yeah, I'm fine.

No, you're not. You're bleeding.

Look, we're trying to complete a repossession order

and these two are not complying.

-He hit her. -No, I didn't.

-Hey, hey, hey. Listen. -So, she smashed herself in the face?

Stand over here for the moment, for me, OK? We'll sort this out.

Christian. Thank you.

Sorry, and you are?

Alice. I'm Alice and this is Max.

OK, Alice. Did that man hit you?

It was an accident. I just got a bit of a shock.

They were given notice we were coming.

Just quiet...for the moment, thank you.

Um, we'll need to run a few checks.

-Yeah, of course. -OK.

Alright, Leon...

..er, 6 Caroline Street, Gardenvale.

Currently got a repo in progress. Can you check it out for me?

Gee, human beings accumulate a lot of shit, don't they?

Mmm. Got to have all the comforts, Kerry.

Not much comfort if someone can take it off you, is it?

Hey, Stella. Are you OK?

-STELLA: Yep. -LEON: Shoot yourself?

(LAUGHS) Well done.

How many years of bad luck is that?

I reckon about seven years of Lawson on my back.

Yeah, well, maybe your luck's about to change.

Uniforms need a hand at the Recreation Hotel.

You're just around the corner.

(ALL SHOUT)

MAN: Back off, mate!

(SIREN WAILS)

-JOSH: Oh, shit. -STELLA: This is gonna be fun. Whoo!

Get back! Oi, oi, oi.

-Get back! -Inside. Inside. Inside!

Turn around and get inside!

Step back! Step back!

Go home.

-Inside! -What's that you're saying?

-Get out of my way. -Step back. I can't do that.

Get inside. Get in. Stell! Shan!

On the door. No-one goes in or out.

Lawson, the occupants, Alice Anderson and Max Carroll,

own the house through their company, Kitty and Bamm Inc.,

which has gone into liquidation.

All the contents are being seized by creditors.

Alright, copy that.

Alright, Alice, Max, looks like this repossession is taking place today.

Well, we just wanted to get some stuff, like my clothes and make-up.

-You're not taking anything. -Listen, they can get their clothes.

Alright? Michael, do you want to give him a hand?

-I'm sorry about this. -That's fine.

Look, personal items only and then we can all move on. OK?

(PANTS)

Alice.

-(WHISPERS) We're not doing this. -Hey, just, just...

No, no, no, no. No, no, no. Stuff it.

Wait. Hey, hey. Just hang on a second, OK?

Don't let them ruin this.

-LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson? -Yeah, mate.

Max has been found guilty of fraud related to their business.

His sentencing's tomorrow. Looking at up to 12 months.

-Has he been checking in? -Yeah, doing everything by the book.

-Has he got other form? -No. He was a cleanskin.

-And what about her? -Nothing at all on her, Lawson.

OK. Copy that.

-How's that lip? -Yeah, it's OK.

I just want this to be over.

OK. Here's my card, just in case you do want to make a complaint.

-Thank you. -We need the car.

-We don't have it. -Come on, mate.

We know you've got it stashed somewhere.

You'd take everything, wouldn't...

-Hey, hey, hey, listen, listen... -Hey!

Now, I don't see a car there.

It looks to me like there's plenty to keep you busy, wouldn't you say?

Maybe I'll leave it for someone else.

Alright. Smart move.

Time to move on, guys.

-Take it all. -Come on.

(ALL YELL)

Get back!

Useless prick!

Leon, have you got that info?

Publican's name is Edward Milch.

He did time in the '70s for armed robbery.

Some firearms offences. Hasn't been seen or heard of since '85.

Been any problems recently?

Reports of violence at the pub. A bit of a hot spot.

Looks ethnically motivated. Skinheads don't like him, anyway.

-Stay back! -Get back, the lot of you!

What are youse meant to be? Half-time entertainment?

-That was about to be you, mate. -Bullshit. Let me at 'em.

-Step back! -SHANNON: Go home!

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

Hey!

-Get out of here! -What's going on, Edward?

Those racist idiots come in here harassing me and my customers

so I threw 'em out, alright, and they've come back with their friends.

-I'm gonna move them on. -Yeah, good.

You can't fight with them like this

and you can't encourage your patrons to fight with them.

If they come in and act like that,

I've got every right to defend my property.

You don't have a right to start a riot, and you call the police.

-(GLASS SMASHES) -Oi! Oi, wait there.

EDWARD: Piss off!

SHANNON: Oi, stay where you are!

Go home!

Gettin' too hot for you, wog bitch!

-Oi! -SHANNON: Come on, get out of here!

Josh!

-(SMACK!) -Get back.

Piss off!

(RIOTERS QUIETEN)

MAN: You alright, mate? You alright?

MAN: Yeah, big man now, aren't you? (CHUCKLES)

LEON: Oh, look out. Here we go.

Ooh. (LAUGHS)

Hey, do you guys need reinforcements?

JOSH: No, we're good.

Are you sure you don't want back-up?

Oh, we've already closed it down. It's fine.

What about Stella's friend there?

We'll get one of the uniforms to take him.

-Is she alright? -Yeah, she'll live.

Could you tell Shannon to tone it down? She's giving us a bad name.

Will do.

-You OK? -Peachy.

Shan, get all their regos and IDs.

Get a uniform to help you breathalyse the lot of them

before they go anywhere.

Alright, on your feet.

You know I never meant to hit her.

That old wog's a stupid prick, man.

You'd hit him too if you had a chance.

-MAN: See you later, guys. -MAN 2: Catch you later, boys.

I just don't understand how you can get into a situation like that -

you know, lose everything.

It's a slippery slope, debt.

Hey, I've got this cousin. He buys this motorbike, right?

-What sort of bike? -It doesn't matter.

-Yeah, it does. -Uh, no, it doesn't.

'Cause it doesn't change the story.

-Well, it makes a big difference. -Do you want to just listen to me?

Christian, how are we supposed to visualise the situation

if we don't know what kind of bike he had.

Hey! I...I was going to talk about the bank loan that he took for it.

-Bank loan? -Yeah.

Exactly. It's obviously something he's been dreaming about.

Yep. And that's why we need to know what kind of bike it is.

-LEON: Guys, that VKC call? -LAWSON: Yeah?

The car mentioned is registered to Kitty and Bamm Inc.

It's Alice and Max's car.

Alright, we're heading there now.

(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: Help!

-It's the police! -Oh, thank God. In here!

-Anyone else in the house? -No, no. Just me.

-Please. My wrists. Please. -Hang on, mate. We'll get you free.

-There we go. Right, there we go. -(MAN GROANS)

Right. How about we start with your name, shall we?

-Ralph. -Alright, Ralph. What happened?

They took my wallet, all my credit cards!

Did you know these people? Do you know who they were?

Yeah. Max Carroll and Alice Anderson.

-OK. Just hang on for a sec, Ralph. -Yeah.

Leon, I'm going to send you through some credit card numbers in a sec.

-I want you to put a word out, yeah? -Yeah, send them through.

OK. Also, I need someone down here to take a full statement.

Alright. Consider it done.

OK, Ralph, how about we, er... start with some pants.

No, it was this one I saw it in, I think. Hang on.

Um, it was July, wasn't it? I think.

-Yeah? -Mm-hm. Yep.

-Um, early. Early July. -Yeah.

-No way! -Hello, Mum.

Oh, you little shit!

-So, I'm back, yeah. -For how long?

For good. Turns out, you can get sick of New York.

I bet, I bet. Leon, this is... this is my son, James.

-Leon - James. -How are you?

-Good to meet you. -You too.

So are you happy to see me, or what?

Oh, you could have given me some warning.

It was a bit of a spur of the moment decision, you know.

And...and this is all you've got?

Yeah, this is it. Well, some dodgy duty free.

But yeah, that's all. So can you take off now, or...?

Oh, um...

You know what, I'm tired.

I'm going to go back to the hotel and grab a few hours sleep.

Then I'll catch up with you later, alright?

-No, no. You're gonna stay with me. -Really?

Yeah, I'll just get the keys to the car and, um...

Oh, you're so skinny.

-JAMES: You're not. You're gigantic. -I'm not!

Alright, come on, fellas. Get moving. Get out of here.

-SHANNON: In the car. -Anyone else want to be charged?

Yeah, we're moving.

-Don't be a smart-arse. -Hey, mate, this car's a classic.

It's going to be an impounded classic in a minute. Now, piss off.

Come on, guys. In your cars. Get out of here. Come on.

-Come on. Out of here. Piss off. -Do you want to...

No, I've had my fill of bogan pride for one day.

Come on, let's go. In your cars. Out of here. Piss off, now.

-Hey! -Back inside, please.

-You took your eye off him. -Sorry?

Yeah, when he came at you, you looked away.

Yeah, that's because there was a lunatic hanging over my shoulder.

You didn't trust yourself. You didn't think you could take him.

And you know what, you couldn't take him - but you let it get to you.

Never let it get to you. You should always trust.

You know what? I'm going to be sending you some fines, Edward.

OK? Great. Thanks. Off you go. Have fun!

-Are you OK? -Yeah.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

-Hey. -Yeah, Josh. I've got a call for you.

-Who is it? -She wouldn't say.

But she said she needs to speak to you. She sounded upset.

-OK. Put it through. -OK.

Hello?

GIRL: Uh, how long does it take to drown?

What? Who's this?

-It's Minka. -Minka, are you alright?

Yeah, it's a hypothetical. You know?

I'm doing a bit of research, that's all.

Where are you?

I'm at the pier. With my only friend.

(GULPS) OK, that's really strong.

Which pier, Minka?

These are all the blank cheques from Kitty and Bamm Inc.

Right. So, Ralph, what happened this morning, mate?

They busted in, tied me up, pinched all my credit cards and took off.

Right, so you worked for them?

Yeah, I'm their financial controller.

I, um...I had to testify against them.

-And these blank cheques? -Just leftovers.

Right, well, Alice and Max seem pretty upset over a few cheques.

Well, Max blamed me for everything, you know? Said I ripped him off.

-And did you? -Of course not.

Max never thinks anything's his fault.

-LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson? -Yeah, go ahead.

Someone's just tried to use his credit card at South Wharf.

-Keep us informed of their moves. -Onto it.

(SIREN WAILS)

Leon, are they still in the centre?

Yeah, just tried to use the card in a women's boutique.

OK. Let's see if we can get some contact numbers for Alice and Max?

(SIREN WAILS)

Leon, have you got a visual?

No, I haven't been able to get it up. But the shop you want's downstairs.

I'm trying to get you a number, Lawson,

but their mobiles belong to the company and they're dead.

Do all these places look the same to you?

The same shops. Same crap to buy. Same faces.

I just don't understand how any of this has meaning to anyone.

Excuse us.

Lawson!

Stop! Police! Move, move, move!

Stop! Police!

Move!

Stop the car! Police!

Get out of the car!

(TYRES SCREECH)

(SIREN WAILS)

Alright, watch him. Watch him.

He's gonna turn. Go.

Hook it here.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(MAX FIRES GUN)

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Move! Move!

Where the hell did they get a gun from?

They didn't have one at the house.

-Did you check their bag? -Yeah.

Right after I did a cavity search.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Guys, the gun came from a security guard

who tried to intervene.

-Max took him out. -Alright. Get the footage.

Yeah, yeah. I'm working on it. I've got CCTV of the shopping centre.

-Any idea what they grabbed? -Er, looks like a dress.

A white dress.

A wedding dress.

Maybe they're getting married, Leon?

Looks that way. She looks pretty.

Love, man. It'll make you nuts.

Makes sense - if you were going to jail,

you'd want to lock that down before you went.

Look, Leon, is there any way we can find out

where they may be getting married?

Let me do my best.

-This is your emergency? -I'll just be a minute.

Is this on the clock?

-You came. -Give it here.

-What are you doing? -I'm just taking the afternoon off.

You should try it.

-Yeah, I'm working. -Boring.

Now I know why my mum thinks you're so great.

You like working as much as she does.

I'm gonna give you 20 bucks. I want you to get a cab home.

-Are you angry at me? -I'm working, Minka.

-I thought you were in trouble. -Well, I am in trouble.

-Just take the money and go home. -I don't want your money.

OK, fine.

Wait. Where are you going?

Wait. Josh!

-Josh, come back. -Let's go.

-Shit! -MINKA: Josh! Help me!

Josh! Help me.

Swim over here, Minka.

I'm not coming in to get you, Minka. Swim.

Alright, I've got it.

They've got an appointment at the South Eastern Registry office

in half an hour.

Alright. Copy that. We'll intercept them there.

I'm sorry I got the shits with you.

That's alright.

I'm sorry I jumped in the water.

Probably sobered you up a bit.

Why does everything bad always happen to me?

My dad killed himself. Did you know that?

-Yeah. -How do you know that?

Bloody cops.

You think you know everything.

I don't think that.

I miss him.

It'll get better. It just takes some time.

I want it to get better.

I want to stop walking around and feeling like...

..feeling like my insides are on the outside.

Everyone's just looking at me going, "You're so disgusting."

-You're not disgusting, Minka. -I feel disgusting.

You're not disgusting at all.

I want to go home.

OK. I'll take you home. Let's go.

Well done. Saved another one.

Piss off.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

-Hi. -Alice?

I'm so sorry. I can't believe that just happened.

Max didn't mean to shoot at you. It just kind of went off.

Well, you're very lucky no-one was hurt.

OK? Now, where are you?

I can't tell you, Lawson. I'm sorry, but if I tell you, you'll stop us.

Now, I know Max is being sentenced tomorrow

but taking off now is not the answer.

No, no. He'll be there. He'll be in court, I promise.

OK. What about you?

There's just something we need to do.

Yeah, we know. You're getting married, right?

We just want to be together, OK? I'm sorry, I have to go.

No, no. Alice, don't hang up the phone.

Please, just give us a little bit of time.

Please? I'm sorry.

Alice. Alice? Just...

Leon, where are they?

Alright, guys. I've got Alice Anderson's phone up.

They're in Brighton, near the main drag.

Are they headed for the registry?

No, they've come to a stop. Hang on, just accessing the security camera.

And Leon, while you're at it, you might as well put out a description.

Yeah. Yeah, how about we do one thing at a time, eh?

Alright, I've got the car. It's parked near the station.

They're heading for the shopping strip.

It's in the opposite direction to the registry office.

Why? What's there?

Boutiques, homewares, shoes...

Maybe she wants some flowers?

Surely you wouldn't stop for flowers

when you've got cops up your arse?

No, there's no florists in the area.

-Tell you what there is, though. -What's that?

A jewellery store.

But you'd stop for rings.

That's it. That's it. That's it.

Quickly. Sweetheart, I'll meet you there.

(SHOUTS) Whoa! Whoa!

No. Get off me! Get off me!

-Calm down, bridezilla. -Get off me! Get off me!

Up against the wall.

Hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back. Hands together.

Come on.

Gun!

(EXHALES) Just follow me for a sec.

Just come this way.

It's alright. Don't worry.

Up the stairs. Too easy.

MICHAEL: Max! Stop! Stop.

Max, why don't you just let the woman go

so the two of us can talk?

Why don't you just shut up?

Nah, seriously, mate, don't come any closer.

Mate, just calm down. No-one's coming any closer.

Hey, can you bring Alice?

Let's talk about that in a second.

Um, how 'bout you promise me that you won't hurt her. Is that alright?

Can you make me that promise?

Lawson, we got him in the Falconer Room.

(CHUCKLES)

Th-there you are. Why... Why are you wet? What's happened?

What's going on?

Uh, she called me. She was pretty upset.

-What? -She's drunk.

-She said some things and... -Wh-what things?

I don't think she meant them.

She's just lookin' for attention.

Who watches her after school?

(SCOFFS) "Watches her after school"? She's 14.

Look, I know you're on your own...

Yeah, I'm on my own. What's that to do with you?

Your drunken 14-year-old is calling me at work.

Well, it won't happen again. I'll talk to her.

Do they look...?

Awkward?

MAN: (OVER RADIO) VKC to all units.

Getting reports shots fired at the Recreation Hotel.

Shhhit.

TR-2, we're on that.

Hey, Josh, the pub we were at this morning - there's been shots fired.

I've gotta go.

Yeah, exactly.

-There's been a shooting, Tash. -(SARCASTICALLY) That's alright.

Come here and make accusations and then go.

Yeah, I think the words that you were lookin' for were 'thank you'.

Oh, thank you.

WOMAN: Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

Alice, I just need you to calm down for me, OK?

We've got nothing. And tomorrow we've got even less.

Max and I are getting married today.

Look, I know you wanna do this for Max

but think about what he's doing for you.

Oh, pah! Well, you can't stop us. You can't stop us!

-Alice, listen... -Shut up! That's what we're doin'.

(ANGRILY) You won't stop us.

STELLA: Shit. That's Edward Milch.

MAN: Piss off!

OK, Leon, we're gonna need an ambo down here and some uniforms.

Stepping back.

OK, let's get some vision in there.

Stella, you're primary. Make contact with Edward.

Leon, I need a number.

Hop out.

Now, I need you to do everything that I say.

We're getting married.

I can help you, Alice.

But you need to promise me that you'll do everything I say.

Yeah.

Alright.

Max, it's Lawson. You wanna tell me what's going on?

Well, your mate said he was gonna get me Alice.

-What happened to that? -Yeah, she's here.

-Alice! -I'm OK.

Now, Alice is here.

So you let the lady go and put the gun down.

Go on.

That's good, Max. It's really good.

I still need you to put that weapon down for me.

We just wanna get married.

I know you do. And you will get married. Just not today.

Laws...Lawson, you said!

Look, I know you're worried about sentencing tomorrow

but if you don't put that gun down, then Alice is going to jail too.

-(ANXIOUSLY) No. Lawson. -Do you realise that?

Because if you hurt someone, she'll be considered an accessory.

Now, the most important thing you can do right now

is put that gun down.

Now, if you don't wanna do it for me...

..then how about you do it for Alice

and you do it for her future?

No, Max, don't do it.

-Sorry, darlin'. -Don't!

Can't let you go to jail.

That's it. Now step away.

Let's go.

(YELLS) Hands where I can see em', Max.

-MICHAEL: Covering! -Down on the ground.

-(YELLS) Get down on the ground! -Max!

Weapon clear.

(ANGRILY) You...you said you'd let us get married.

-Alice, I said I'd help you... -You lied.

Michael.

(SHRIEKS) No! Max!

(WHIMPERS) Max!

You're a BASTARD!

(SOBS) MAX!

MAN: Help me. (IN DISTRESS) I need help. Oh.

Camera's in place.

Alright, vision's up.

I'm covering.

-MAN: (ON PHONE) Hello? -Hi, Edward.

This is Senior Constable Stella Dagostino.

-We were here this morning. -Oh, yeah.

-You were the one that got punched. -Oh, yeah. That was me.

Now, look, I know there's an injured man in your pub

and I need to know what's happened.

Yeah, well, looks like someone shot the bastard.

Were you involved in that, Edward?

Edward, are you alright?

Yeah, I'm...I'm fit as a fiddle. How's your nose?

Yeah, it's fine, thanks.

But that man, I reckon he needs some medical attention.

-Don't you recognise him? -I do.

He looks like the man who hit me

and I'd like to get him some help, OK?

I thought you folks took that sort of thing quite seriously.

Yet here he is, a couple of hours after you've arrested him.

What does that tell ya?

That no-one cares about my modelling career?

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, you laughed at my joke.

That's pretty good. No-one ever laughs at my jokes.

Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.

You know, your friends don't seem to have a sense of humour.

Oh, yeah, they're a bit like that.

But, uh, seriously, we do need to get that guy to a doctor, OK?

Hey, you know what I think?

I think this is my property and I've had enough trespassers for one day.

Look, I need to send someone in to retrieve the injured man.

Yeah, you're not comin' in here.

Look, right now my priority's to get him some medical attention, OK?

Yeah, well, he pulled that on himself, eh.

Edward, can you give me your word

that you'll allow us to send someone in there?

-Yeah, alright. OK, Stella, for you. -OK, that's great, Edward.

I really appreciate that.

Heading in, Shannon.

So how long have you had the pub?

15 years. This pub's my life.

JOSH: Stand up. We gotta go. Come on. Go. Go. Up!

You crazy bastard. I'm gonna get you for this.

(SHOUTS) Yeah, well, that's what you get for being a bogan redneck.

Hey, Edward, just talk to me, thanks.

-Shut up! -You're goin' to jail, old man!

-You're gonna rot in there! -Just walk, will ya!

(OVER RADIO) Josh, he's on the move.

-Shannon, you got a visual? -No clear shot.

-Hey. -JOSH: Hey.

Should I take over or what?

Oh, she's already established contact.

And how's she doing?

Yeah, leave her on it.

Alright.

You two wanna go and relieve those uniforms at the back of the pub?

I can't believe we're just waiting around for this thug

to be done with his God complex, mate.

I mean, he's probably just sittin' in there

havin' a tug about how big of a man he is.

Christian. Cut it out.

That's how these types work.

-(METALLIC CLINK) -What are you doing?

Well, this will hurry him along.

-(METALLIC CLANG) -Seriously...

-What? -..you should stop.

And then maybe he'll come out and he'll give me a piece of his mind,

and I'll be like, "Kiss my arse."

(METALLIC CLINK)

Christian. Stop.

You gonna make me? (SNIGGERS)

(GUNSHOT)

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Michael and Christian, position?

Can't see anything.

Alright, copy that. Hold position. Stand by.

I'm going loudspeaker.

-He seem suicidal to you? -No.

I mean, unrepentant, but not suicidal.

He didn't, OK?

You don't think he just...?

I don't know, genius.

Shhhhit.

I was just messin' around. I wasn't...

Yeah. Well, maybe you should tell HIM that.

(SIGHS)

(ON LOUDSPEAKER) Edward, this is Stella.

I'm concerned for your safety. I need to know you're alright.

Might be here all day waiting for a dead guy to answer.

Edward, you need to make yourself known.

Wanna try the siren ball?

-Yeah, good idea. Where is it? -Uh, bottom right drawer.

Shannon, go round back. Give it to Michael.

-Get him to chuck it in. -I'll throw it.

No, no. I want Michael to do it, OK?

-(GRUNTS) You chuck it. -Ow!

Apparently girls can't do such things.

Cover me.

It was nice for me. Ha.

Get...

Just throw it.

You better get it in.

I'm just saying, he asked for you s...

(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)

-Lawson, it's in the pub. -Just.

Everyone stand by, block your ears, here we go.

(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN STOPS WAILING)

Edward, you need to make contact with us.

Right, stand by. Going again.

(HIGH-PITCHED SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN STOPS WAILING)

Alright. Stand by. We're gonna go in.

-MAN: Police! Don't move! -WOMAN: Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move!

-MAN: Police! Don't move! -JOSH: Police! Don't move!

SHANNON: Police! Don't move!

The shotty behind the bar!

MAN: Weapon clear!

-(EXHALES HEAVILY) -Drop the knife, Edward.

Hello, Stella.

What happened? I've been trying to get through.

There's not much to talk about now, is there? You and I know that.

What happened to your shoulder?

I dropped the bloody gun.

-I'm stuffed, Stella. -No, you're not.

Don't feed me some fairy story.

I'm not bullshitting you, Edward.

-(BREATHES DEEPLY) -It hurts, doesn't it?

You put the knife down, I can get you some help.

Put down your gun and I'll let you take this knife from me.

How 'bout I lower the gun and you put the knife down?

I made you my offer.

Stell.

-(WHISPERS) Stell. -What are you lookin' at him for?

-Look at me. -Keep your pants on.

You can make your own choices in here, Stella. It's my pub.

That's a bit deep, isn't it?

(CHUCKLES) I don't know, is it?

Well, you can take the knife, Stella.

Hey!

Lawson, I got it.

Edward, we made a deal.

Edward, look at me.

(GROANS)

On your knees. Now.

(GRUNTS)

Look, Lawson, it all ended up OK.

-Write up your reports. -I knew what I was doing in there.

-Really? -You know what?

He wanted someone to trust him. I did. And it was fine.

Well, you write that in your report.

Go, maverick.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

Mum says I can't call you again.

-Where is she? -I have to close the door now.

Josh.

She's around the back.

Thanks.

-It's for my back. -Bullshit.

(CHUCKLES)

-What are you listening to? -(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES) Nothing you'd like.

You make a lot of assumptions, don't you?

Please. Coming from you, that's too funny.

I wanna play a song for you. OK.

You're a really cool chick.

-I'm not a chick. -Well, shit. OK.

(CHUCKLES) You know what I mean.

Who is it?

No more questions.

Can you at least tell me why you chose it?

Makes me think of you.

So you do think about me?

No more questions.