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(PANTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

-Hey. -KARA: There's someone here.

-Where? -In my house.

-Call the police. -I am.

(HANGS UP)

Leon, get TR-2 to 87 Esplanade, Williamstown.

I need backup.

You alright?

What have you done to me, you bastard?!

(WEEPS)

SHANNON: So, Ethical Standards paid us a visit?

You know what that's about, Lawson?

Nothing you two need to worry about.

Are they looking at the whole squad?

No.

So, just Kerry?

It's to do with the drug bust, isn't it?

What?

Word gets about, Lawson. I've got mates in Drug Squad too.

Well, whatever you think you know, just keep it to yourself, alright?

Drive, Stella.

-Did you recognise him? -Nup.

He knew me, though.

And he knew I'd be talking to you.

-You said my name? -No.

He said, "Stay away from the pigs

"or I'll cut off your nipples with a potato peeler."

Alright.

-It may not be related. -Josh.

I'm not the only police officer you talk to.

Yes. You are.

-SHANNON: You always do this. -I do what?

You go into your shell when there's a problem.

Well, thank you, Shannon. Point taken.

-(TYRES SQUEAL) -Hey!

-Are you right? -Are you OK?

-You could have killed me! -MAN: Well, you had a red light!

-Hey, I had the green... -You psycho!

Can we just step off onto the kerb there?

-Are you hurt at all, sir? -No.

-SHANNON: Hey! -(HORNS HONK)

Leon, get us some GDs down here and an ambulance.

On its way, Shan.

You know, it's a proven fact, if you put lycra on,

your brain shrinks.

I don't mind a bit of lycra on the right body.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Trouble is, it's always on the wrong body.

-Look at this! -What?

All the lights are green.

-Serious? -Yeah. In both directions.

Has anyone seen Lawson?

Uh...he's working.

Oh.

Know what that's about?

ESD don't make an appearance just to light up the room.

Well, Kerry might be a hard-arse, but she's clean as a whistle.

They don't question people for six hours if they've got nothing.

Did you want to get onto TR-1, tell them about the lights?

Sure.

Yeah, Josh, what's going on?

My informant's been compromised.

-What informant? -Kara Davidson.

I need to get her into witness protection.

(SIGHS) Oh, jeez. Not today, Josh.

Look, I sent you to Queensland

to stop you going anywhere near Kara bloody Davidson.

Well, I went there.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Look, someone's threatened her. I need to put her somewhere safe.

-Well, what has she given you? -She's been asking questions.

Yeah? Has she given you anything solid?

Not at this stage.

Then how do you know it's got anything to do with your situation?

Look, Josh, we are going to find out who shot at you,

but we are not funding holidays for dodgy criminal lawyers.

Alright.

Pack what you can't live without.

There's plenty of room here.

Why don't you just nick home, grab a few things?

I know you've had a fright, but you can't stay here.

-Where am I going? -Hotel on Flemington Road.

Sounds divine.

MICHAEL: (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Yo!

-The Grand Mercer will do. -Budget doesn't stretch that far.

-I'll pay. -Pack.

-Hey. No-one's around. All clear. -Alright.

Team uniform.

Thanks.

-Hello. -Shit, Josh.

MAN: Alright, look. I want to press charges.

STELLA: Explain to me how a bicycle could hit a car.

-It wasn't her right of way... -Lights here are a bit dodgy.

It's caused a minor accident. Keep an eye on the intersection.

-I want you to press charges. -Alright, alright, alright.

Take a seat for me.

-How's it going? -He's alright.

He just wants to charge the cyclist with something.

Oh. Alright.

Just stay with him. Give me two secs.

-He's gonna pay for my bike. -It's alright.

-Ambulance will be here soon. -We good here?

-It's a shared road, you arrogant...! -Hey, hey, hey.

(ALL YELL)

Listen, you can back off, alright?! The lights were all green, OK?

So, YOU go and sit down there. YOU, in your car!

Any of you move, I'll arrest you. You got that?

Cheers. Traffic Control haven't got a clue.

Oh. Well, that's helpful. Do you want to find out for them?

-Got a big wait on the ambos. -It's dead quiet out there.

They've got a backlog of calls.

What?

JOSH: Follow us.

MICHAEL: This should clarify everything.

What?

Well, if she lets him drive her car...

-What does that say about us? -Eh?

You're driving me.

Well, you can drive any time you want to.

Nuh, doesn't prove anything. Josh would never go there, mate.

-Why not? -She's on the wrong side.

Women are never on the wrong side, Christian.

Not if you know what you're doing.

OK, look, you try and make ONE woman happy for eight years

and then come talk to me about what you know about women.

Huh?

-Who knew you were talking to me? -Why would I tell someone that?

Well, explain it to me, then.

I've been asking questions about what happened to you, Josh.

It's not a good look for someone in my profession.

-I get that. -No, you don't.

This is the end of my career. This is the end of my life.

I can't do anything unless you give me something solid.

-Are you going to look after me? -I will make sure you're safe.

It's not quite the same thing, is it?

One of my clients heard there'd been a dispute.

Someone hadn't paid up because the target was still alive.

-The person who is owed that money... -Names, Kara.

-That's all I know. -I can't do anything with that.

The guy threatened to cut my tits off.

OK, fine. I'll take you down the local police station.

I don't need any more cops in my life, Josh.

You got me into this. Now you get me out.

Uh...Kerry, you might want to have a look at this.

Oh, yeah?

I was just doing a search on the street cams and this popped up.

Someone recorded the accident?

Yeah, they're using the same feed as us.

-Streaming it onto their website. -How?

Let me find out for you.

-Oh, do you mind? -Knock yourself out.

So, you've stayed here before, you and Josh?

Is that on or off the record, Constable?

SENIOR Constable.

Why don't you ask Sergeant Joshua?

Yeah, why don't you ask him, Michael?

Let's go.

It was nice meeting you. Thanks for the chips.

Yeah, I might help myself to some as well, eh?

No, wait downstairs.

I need something I can put on the record, then I can help you.

You are not leaving me here by myself.

-I told the front desk to make sure.. -Great!

I'm under the protection of the hotel concierge?

You'll call me when you need anything?

-Yeah. -(DOOR CLOSES)

-Kerry? -Yeah, yeah. What?

Yeah, someone intentionally messed up with the lights.

Basically, they put a trojan or a bug into the system,

meaning they stay green.

The website ran a message across the screen - "Call 000."

Right, so that's the logjam on the ambos, yeah?

Yep. And now they're playing silly buggers with a lift.

Wait for it.

-Bang. -Shit!

-Yeah. -And this just happened?

Yep.

We've got to get her out of there. Find these guys. Shut this down.

Josh?

MAN: Thanks.

It just suddenly dropped from the top floor.

-Where's your emergency controls? -Nothing's working.

-It's doing its own thing. -What do you mean?

It just suddenly dropped, and then it goes up and drops again.

So I go to the manual override, but nothing works.

I can't get the doors open - nothing.

-It's that one in the middle? -Yeah.

-How's the woman inside? -I haven't been able to talk to her.

-The intercom's not working either. -Let's have a look.

Where's the stairs?

Thanks, mate.

Just, uh, give me half an hour.

What should I know?

I told them I had an informant and you busted with my approval.

Right. So, we're going with that version?

You don't have to say anything that's not true.

Just leave out the bit about you buying heroin for your son?

I'm not asking you for anything. You went in there...

That's before I knew ESD were watching the place.

That's got nothing to do with me.

-You sure? -Yeah.

They're conducting an investigation into some corrupt detective...

Oh, right. What? Like a cop buying drugs?

Kerry, they're starting to ask questions. Shannon, Stella.

Soon I'll have a whole squad wondering what they did

to draw the attention of Ethical Standards.

Well, just tell them. Just tell them.

Just clarify for me what I'm dealing with.

ESD are conducting an investigation

into a corrupt detective.

We just...happened to walk into it.

Yeah, we did. But for different reasons.

-Hey, Geoffrey. -Kerry.

-Inspector Cox, this is, uh... -Lawson. Blake.

G'day.

Let's, uh, get it done.

MICHAEL: Hang on.

Hello. This is Sergeant Joshua.

Hello?

-What's your name? -Naomi. I'm hurt.

It's OK, Naomi. You just stay calm.

-Is there anyone else with you? -No.

Alright, sit tight. We'll get you out as soon as we can, OK?

Oh, that's unpleasant.

It's going.

Naomi!

Naomi! Can you hear me?

Yeah, we can see her, Josh. She doesn't look too flash.

Alright, I'm going to go down. Christian, find whoever has access.

Get them to cut all power to the lift.

Michael, find somewhere to tie a rope off to.

Yeah.

So, when did you become aware

Inspector Vincent had an informant on the premises?

Approximately one hour before the bust.

Is that before or after you first attended the address?

After.

I was about to make an entry and I saw Kerry exiting the premises.

So you went to discuss your suspicions with her?

That's correct.

And you went to her home address to discuss the matter?

Yes.

Do you often discuss procedural matters at the inspector's home?

(SIGHS) Not often.

Do you think that's appropriate?

I don't know. What do you think?

They're calling themselves the Sprawl.

There's stuff here about messing with perceptions,

cutting real footage into false imagery...

What, they're doing this on purpose?

-Yeah. -Why?

People who live their lives via the internet have no soul?

Oh, ease up, Audrey.

What? You're all alienated, socially inept sickos.

Hey, the people that are doing this are doing the wrong thing.

But you can't just write off all hackers.

Yes, I can.

Hackers have provided the world with freedom of information.

I'm sure the woman in the elevator is loving that.

-Can we stop them? -I'm trying to stop them now.

Don't you need to locate an IP address?

Can't we perhaps, maybe, just step back?

Hey, guys, guys. Give him some space.

Thank you. (SIGHS)

-Kerry? -Yep?

I've got a mate in Drug Squad.

Uh-huh.

-She mentioned something. -Yep.

That an inspector may have been caught up in something...

..not quite kosher.

(SIGHS)

What, a Jewish inspector?

A drug bust.

(QUIETLY) Shannon...

..I hope that when you question police suspects,

you use a little bit more skill and assertiveness than that.

Being a sergeant, as you are.

OK.

Thanks.

Alright. Good to go.

I reckon it's about eight floors down.

The power's out, but you should still have the lights.

-We'll see you down there. -Right.

Hello?

It's OK, Naomi. It's just Josh.

I just need you to stay calm. I'm going to open up this hatch, OK?

There's something wrong with me!

It's alright. You just stay calm.

Drug busts aren't really your thing, are they?

Well... (SIGHS) No. Well, that's incorrect.

We're often called in to make forced entries on suspect premises.

Exactly. You're a tactical unit.

Every drug bust Tactical Response has undertaken

over the last 12 months

has been as an extension of anther squad's operation.

But this time, you guys decided to break out on your own?

Well, we saw illegal activity,

so we made arrests.

Are you aware Inspector Vincent's son has a drug addiction?

Don't know him personally.

Well, Inspector Vincent submitted

that her son has used heroin in the past.

Has she ever shared that information with you?

Anything I may have heard regarding Inspector Vincent's son

is hearsay.

-That's not my question. -Well, that's my answer.

Hey - how are your hamstrings?

-Fine. You? -Not a twinge.

Aah! Up one.

-He said eight! -He meant seven.

Tell you what - when we get there, you can tell Josh he can't count.

I might.

-Where are you hurt, Naomi? -My chest.

OK. Did you hurt yourself when the lift fell?

I hit the floor really hard.

OK. Can I just take your arm here for a sec to check your pulse?

-We'll get you out of here. -(METAL GROANS)

-(GASPS, PANTS) -It's OK. It's OK. We're OK.

(LIFT CREAKS)

We'll be fine.

-(GRUNTS) OK. -Josh, we're right outside.

You got an ambo yet?

Still waiting.

You want to bring her out?

No, I don't reckon we should move her. Give me a sec.

Alright.

OK. The website's using a server in the city.

It's located in a games arcade in Victoria Street.

Are they actually controlling the lift from there?

Uh, dunno.

The guy who runs it has form for hacking.

Alright. Just send it all to the laptop, OK? Let's get out there.

Nice work, Auds.

KERRY: How'd you go?

Oh, look, you're fine.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean they'll write a report,

and you'll probably have to answer some more questions, and...

..I'll spend the next six months explaining to the team

why their two senior officers were questioned by the filth.

-Look, I'll explain it to them. -No, no, no.

Let's...deal with our own stuff, and I'll worry about them.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Hello? -Tash, it's Josh.

Sorry if this is weird, but it's kind of urgent.

What's urgent?

I'm in a lift with a really badly injured woman

and we're having a problem getting ambos here.

-Right. -Can you help us?

Um, yeah, sure. Sure. What have you got?

OK. I've got a woman who's about 25 years old.

She's got bruising on her face,

also sort of a bluish tinge and she's looking pretty pale.

Is she breathing?

-Short, quick breaths. -What's her pulse like?

Fast.

Is it possible she's had some sort of trauma to the chest area?

She's stuck in a falling lift, so she hurt herself when it fell.

Undo her shirt and examine her.

Are you going to tell us how the meeting went?

Do you REALLY what to know, Stell?

-I do. -This stuff gets around, Lawson.

Look, no-one in the force likes ESD. You don't have to worry.

-That's not the point. -Yeah. It sticks.

-No-one wants a bar of us. -It's a personal matter for Kerry.

It might be nice if you two stopped worrying

about how it will look for you.

-Her son's a junkie. -Hey!

It's true.

That's shithouse. Why didn't you say?

Because she's dug herself a hole

and she doesn't need anyone else getting dragged into it.

(MOUTHS)

(METAL CREAKS, GROANS)

Sorry, Naomi.

OK. Yeah.

We've got dark bruising on her left side, right up across her chest.

And she's having trouble breathing.

It sounds like haemothorax. Her chest is filling up with blood.

What do you want me to do?

(SIGHS)

Can you get your hands on a needle and syringe?

Uh...yeah. I've got one in the pack.

We need to drain the blood out of her chest, Josh.

Alright, Leon. Anything else we should know about this bloke?

Well, he's got form.

Yeah? Like what? OK. Let us know when you see him.

He's pretty talented. He's hacked into majorly secure sites.

Well, this is a bit beyond that, though, isn't it?

Well, he has no history of violence,

but you sit behind a computer screen long enough

and you forget they're real people.

Is that a confession?

Hey, I've got a whole life outside of these computer screens, Auds.

Yeah, yeah. Sure you do. Yeah.

-Is she in an upright position? -JOSH: Yep.

What sort of disinfectant have you got?

Betadine.

-Great. Swabs? -Yep.

OK. Cover the whole area under her left armpit.

-OK. -Take the syringe.

You're going to insert it between the ribs on her left side.

It'll take a bit of force, Josh. You need to use steady, even pressure.

Do I want to know what happens if I miss?

No.

-So, get it right the first time. -That's your best option.

-OK. I'm in. -You need to draw the blood out.

Oh, yeah.

He is sucking the blood right out of there.

It's like he's...milking a cow,

except for blood and a needle.

-OK. It's full. What do I do now? -That's good, that's good.

Now just take the syringe away, but leave the needle in there.

You're just going to have to keep emptying the syringe, OK?

(LEON RETCHES)

Oh! (HEAVES)

You're disgusting!

LAWSON: Go, go, go.

It's the police! Everyone stop what you're doing!

-STELLA: Stand up! -Stand up!

-Hands where we can see them! -Back away from your computer, OK?

-Hands where I can see them! -Lawson!

Quick, thank you! Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(WATER SLOSHES)

-Get out of there. -Hey! Hey.

-Just some leaf, man. -Where is it?

-What? -Where's your main computer?

Look around. There's about a hundred of them.

Hey! You lot back there. Away from the computers, standing up.

Hands where I can see them. Let's go.

-Lawson, get out here. -Grab him. Let's go.

Right. So, what's all this?

-The Asia-Pacific finals. -The what?

We're playing China for a spot in the semis.

Seriously, we're playing a game here.

And we're losing it now.

Leon, these kids are just playing some tournament.

OK. It looks like the Sprawl are piggybacking.

-SHANNON: What name, buddy? -Yeah. And?

We need to remove whatever malware they've put on the server.

It's acting as a mask, protecting their actual IP address.

-And that'll tell us where they are? -Uh, not quite.

Then I'll need to run a traceroute.

Jeez! Just the short version, mate.

It's not just a matter of kicking in a door, Lawson.

If I can find their real IP address,

I might be able to actually pinpoint their geographical location,

but there are steps that I need to take.

Just tell me what I need to do.

We need a password from Wilson so I can access the server.

Right. I can do that. OK. You. Over here.

TASH: How's she looking now?

Pretty pale.

Make sure her head's tilted back. Let her get some air into her lungs.

She should start breathing a little easier.

OK.

MICHAEL: Yeah. OK.

Josh, still having problems getting an ambo.

Tash, do you have a paramedic who owes you a favour?

Yeah. Let me see what I can do, Josh.

LEON: OK. Open the file I just emailed to you.

-(COMPUTER BLEEPS) -Alright.

A little box has come up requesting access to system.

OK. Now hit 'Allow'.

(CLICKS MOUSE)

OK. Now what do we do?

Excellent. Relax. I'll do the rest from here.

(TYPES RAPIDLY)

Kerry, look at this.

-What's this? -They're flagging their next target.

Where is that?

-Which train station is that? -I don't know. Uh, give me a sec.

Why don't you just get onto the railways?

Tell them to shut down their signalling system?

Shut down every single train? That'll be chaos.

How close are you to finding these people, Leon?

-Well, I've just started to trace... -Just how long? How long?

Well, it depends.

I am not shutting down the entire city.

They'll have done their best to hide their IP address...

Look, it's not about transformers or trojan bloody horses.

This is about a human being behind all that data.

-One, maybe more. -Yeah. Right. OK.

And we've got to find where they are, or she, or it, or...

-That's what I'm trying to do. -Are we shutting down...

No! You are trying to find that railway station.

Am I still acquiring a physical address, or not?

-Finding. Finding is fine. -Alright. Can you calm down?

I'm about to have a major collision in front of my face.

Yeah, yeah. And the rest. Look.

Lawson, has that kid given you anything?

Uh, well, he says he knows nothing.

Well, do you believe him?

I don't know.

The whole world's messing with the truth today.

Oh, shut up, Lawson.

Did someone just slap me in the face?

I wish they would.

-Pardon? -I...love my job.

-Love it. -Yeah? Well, then do it.

Underneath that pretty little minxy exterior,

there's quite a tough little cookie, isn't there?

-Minxy? -Yeah, minxy.

How are you feeling?

Horrible.

We need to get this harness on you so we can get you out of here.

Are you OK with that?

Yeah, but it hurts.

We'll be as gentle as we can when we're lifting you out.

That's it. Yep.

That's great. OK.

JOSH: (ON COMMS) Alright. We're good to go.

Alright. Let's go.

OK, Josh. We're going up.

-I got the train crossing. -KERRY: Ah!

-It's on Macaulay Road. -OK. I'll shut that line down.

-OK. Get into the railways... -I know how to do this, Leon!

I meant that in a really gentle, not-tough-at-all way.

Alright. Lawson, they're using a wi-fi network.

-Where? -Uh, somewhere around Fed Square.

"Around"?!

Yeah. I can't give you a precise location, mate.

-Just take a look around. -So, what am I looking for?

Someone with a laptop.

-Someone on a laptop?! -(LAUGHS)

And that's all you're going to give me, right?

(SIGHS) OK, fine. I'm the bad guy today.

(SIGHS) Bloody nerds.

OK, Josh, we're ready.

Are you ready? You just hang on.

Are you good? Hanging on? Yep. Go.

OK.

Alright? We'll be out of here in no time.

(GRUNTS)

(METAL CREAKS, GROANS)

(LIFT CREAKS)

It's OK.

(SCREAMS)

(LIFT CRASHES)

It's OK! It's alright. Look - we're good, we're good.

Don't worry. Just don't look down.

You two. Here. I need to see what's on those computers.

-Just turn around for me, OK? -Hey.

Hey! Shit. Lawson!

Hey!

Stop! Police!

-(MAN GRUNTS) -Here, here, here. Give me that.

You're going to arrest me for holding a laptop?

Alright, Leon. What do we do now?

OK, Lawson. Shut it down.

Just shut it down, mate.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm getting there!

Come on, Lawson. Shut it down!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey!

How's that?

That didn't work. The site's still up.

Oh, shit.

There's a bunch of other laptops here.

How do we know which one's the right one, Leon?

Just shut down every computer on site.

-You are not serious! -Sorry.

Look, round them up. You stay there. Alright?

-Lawson! -SHANNON: Do not move.

-Excuse me. -Can I just take that from you?

Close that laptop for me? Close it and come with me.

Hey, hey, hey. Let's go. I'm shutting down your laptop.

-Shut that down now. Shut it down. -Come on.

-Make some room. Move aside. -In there!

Hey.

-She OK? -Yeah, she's stable.

-What about you? -Yeah. Fine.

-Hey, Tash... -Yeah, it's OK.

-Just let me finish. I... -(PHONE BEEPS)

Shit!

(SIGHS)

-Thanks. -Sure.

I gotta go.

-Yeah, me too. I'll see you. -Alright.

We're on the move.

What?

Mate, your life. It's a lot more complex than I imagined.

Stop imagining, then.

OK. Here we go.

You ready?

Ha! Finito!

Finally!

-OK. Show me a bit of love. -Well done, Leon.

(SIGHS) Oh, unbelievable.

-SHANNON: You got a wallet? -STELLA: Licence, ID?

Alright. What have we got, Leon?

Uh, yeah, I've managed to shut down the wi-fi network

and the website's at a complete standstill.

Any issue with the trains?

No. Everything's running smoothly.

Well, I've got a dozen or so suspects here.

Do I start making arrests?

(SIGHS) No. Just names and addresses until we get something on them.

-Alright. Got that. -It'll all be on the hard drives.

Probably take a good couple of weeks to get all that.

Yeah. You probably destroyed half the evidence, though, Lawson.

Always the optimist, aren't you, Kerry? Always the optimist.

Give us your phone.

OK. Get Leon to trace that last call.

Yeah.

-OK. When he called, did he say...? -I told you what he said.

I'm trying to work out who he is, Kara, so we can track him down.

He works in Williamstown.

Did you think I was gonna sit around here all day twiddling my thumbs?

Who is he?

-I need somewhere to stay. -That can be arranged.

I will not be installed in some musty caravan in a cabbage patch somewhere.

Kara, you knew what you were getting into. Now spit it out!

I didn't expect you to just take what you needed and then drop me in it.

What are you saying?

I put myself out there for YOU.

I'm after information. I still am.

Yeah. I'm getting that.

I promise it won't be in a cabbage patch.

You organise protection, I'll give you an address.

OK. Thank you.

Kerry, she won't give me the information

unless I can promise that I can get her into witness protection.

-Look, she's not reliable. -She's not lying to me.

How do you know that?

Because she's scared and she's run out of options.

You understand that, don't you?

Excuse me?

I'll wear it if I'm wrong.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Bring her in. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

-OK. It's done. -Where am I going?

We'll take you back to base, then move you to a permanent location.

-Alright? -Alright.

Where is he?

I wasn't being rude about Kerry's son before.

Yes, you were. You called him a junkie.

-He is. She's covering for him. -Hey, listen. You don't know that.

Well, I do, actually. It's not about that, anyway.

Well, what, then?

I'm a sergeant, Lawson,

and I am still sitting in the back seat.

(SCOFFS) So, what? You want your own car? TR-3?

-Maybe. -You sure this is a work thing?

Yeah. What do you mean?

Well, you've been on this whole change-of-life thing, haven't you?

No booze, no sex... Why would you do that?

-I'm waiting. -Yeah, right. For what?

Ah! You're training for a husband.

-Oh! Please. I am SO not. -Well, what?

'Cause you've got the shits. Tell me what it is.

Tell me. What is it?

-You wanna know? -Yes!

I want to have hot, meaningful sex that makes me sweat and burn

with a man I adore, who adores me back,

that lasts for a really long time.

What, like 10 minutes?

If you count it in minutes, you fail.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

Tell me why.

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

It was a job!

Who for?

Who paid you?

(GROANS)

They worry me...more than you do.

(PANTS)

Hey.

Ohh. You've got that look on your face.

What look?

The 'I wish everything was different' look.

-Oh. Yeah, well. -Do you want me to...

..have a talk with James?

Look, uh, Leon, I think it's best...

Kerry, Kerry. Maybe you should just listen for a bit, OK?

Just try really hard to pretend that you're not the boss

and that I'm not the tech-head that gets on your nerves.

Can you do that?

I know what you're both going through.

I mean, if you want specific details, I can give them to you,

or you can take me on my word, but...

..I do know, Kerry.

Look, it's like I can't even see him anymore.

It's...it's just like a haze.

You know, sometimes I think I see a glimmer

and then he does the most...evil shit.

I mean...

You know, he would really literally sell his mother if he could.

He can't see you either. You're part of the problem there.

Yeah, well, then I'm gonna lose him.

You might.

(SIGHS)

Tash.

I've had a bit of stuff going on and, uh, I wanted to explain.

You don't have to do this.

Someone tried to kill me.

And, uh...I arrested the guy today,

and it turns out he was working for someone else.

So that danger is still out there.

Right.

Now, of course, I'm gonna keep looking for him.

But you have to know that I can't make that sort of danger go away.

Are you cool with that?

Not really. No.

Right.

But what am I gonna do?