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MICHAEL: He was a pretty honest dude.

He always said what you were thinking

but were too afraid to say out loud.

He could be nasty when he wanted to be.

-But funny. -He never meant to, though.

No, no, no. He was a funny guy.

You need a similarly acutely tuned sense of humour, like myself.

Oh, is that right?

No, whenever he was funny, it was on purpose.

-You are full of shit. -Oh, I liked his generosity.

-Dom? Generous? -Yeah. In his opinions, he was.

He had an opinion about everything.

Do you remember when he rang up talkback

and completely lost the plot about the parking inspectors?

-Yeah, yeah. What did he call them? -Garbage wrapped in skin!

Yeah, yeah. Garbage wrapped in skin, that's it.

-You weren't even here then. -Well, you told me about it.

(ALL LAUGH)

Just completely shut him out then.

You know why he got booked so much? He used to park in disabled spots.

Yeah, and he bodged up that fake disabled sticker for his car.

(ALL LAUGH)

What about you, Lawson?

I never park in disabled spots.

You haven't said anything about Dom.

He was a good shot.

Well, whatever you say about him, he was a good dad.

He might have been a shit husband and rooted around,

but when it came to his daughter, he was 100%.

-MICHAEL: Shit, yeah. -To Dom's parenting skills.

ALL: To Dom.

Cheers, Dom.

Tradition calls?

Yep. Let's do it.

-MICHAEL: Clear. -STELLA: Clear this end.

JOSH: Alright. Form a line.

Speech?

I'll say something, then.

In honour of Sergeant Dominic Wales

and his undying hatred for parking inspectors.

-(GUNS COCK) -For Dom.

For Dom.

For Dom.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

LEON: Oh, shit! I think that was me.

-(SIRENS APPROACH) -LAWSON: Right. Let's move.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Police investigations continue

into the shooting of the Fitzroy Town Hall clock tower.

An eyewitness described

how 10 men of Middle Eastern appearance, armed with handguns,

fired into the Heritage-listed clock tower

at around 2am this morning.

Police believe the incident may be gang-related.

Oh, shit.

And in other news, Portsea residents are up in arms

blaming dredging of the bay for the disappearance...

(PHONE RINGS)

-Good morning, Kerry. -Yeah, morning.

-Get any sleep last night, Lawson? -Who, me?

-Slept like a baby. -Oh, really.

'Cause someone shot up the Fitzroy Town Hall last night.

-Really? -Yeah, yeah.

Gun violence is gonna be a big thing

in the paper the next couple of weeks.

You guys are gonna be pulling in a bit of overtime.

Sure. OK.

Yeah, well, we need to chalk up a win.

We need to hit a gun dealer.

Apparently Damien Sinclair's out on parole.

You might want to pay him a visit.

Unless of course, you can find the guys who actually did it.

Well, you know us, Kerry. We always give it our best shot.

-(ENDS CALL) -Mmm.

Losers.

We have got weeks of shit ahead of us.

Leon, I need a current address on one Damien Maxwell Sinclair.

Kerry punishing you, hey?

You know me. I'm a glutton for punishment.

Hmph.

Alright. Address is on your screen now.

What the hell are all these people doing looking at our house?

Not familiar with the concept of an open inspection, Michael?

I'm sure you'll both be very happy together.

-(LAUGHS) -It's strictly business, Josh.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you seen a male person of Islander descent,

approximately 190cm tall with distinctive facial piercings?

-Uh, no. Why? What's going on? -Thanks for your help.

Ma'am, I suggest you wear that shoulder strap across your body.

Uh, we're thinking of, um, buying. Is this a bad neighbourhood?

It's not for me to say. Sorry.

-Michael. -It's a dog-eat-dog world, Shannon.

Do it to them before they do it to you.

(KNOCKS ON WALLS)

Hmm.

That's a display muffin.

See? This is exactly what I'm talking about.

These real estate agents will try any trick in the book.

You can't trust them.

Hi. How are you?

Hey, thanks. Great house.

(READS) "Svetlana.

"I say your name over and over in my head and my heart leaps in my chest.

"It could be love or indigestion,

"but I know it's love.

"And you, my darling, are the antacid of my heart."

What are you doing?

I've found true love, Audrey.

-So, what's this about? -A professional courtesy, Inspector.

I'm a parent. I know what it's like when your kid does something stupid.

Is this about James?

Yeah. We picked him up at the airport.

No-one got hurt, so we're prepared to let him off with a warning.

Uh, sorry, sorry. What exactly are you talking about?

You're on his passport as next of kin.

Um, he didn't want us to contact you but I thought, "Bugger that."

So, he was trying to get onto a plane?

Oh, no, no. This happened at 30,000 feet.

He got into a fight with another passenger.

Coming from Ballina?

No. Vietnam.

What were you doing in Vietnam?

(GROANS) I knew you'd be like this.

You're supposed to be in rehab in Byron Bay. I'm paying for it!

Yeah, well, that didn't work out, alright?

You're on the gear again, aren't you?

-What? No! -Show me.

You want me to strip naked, Mum, right here?

Huh? I've already been body-searched once today, so...

How did you get into a fight on a plane?

Because some dickhead jumped the queue for the toilet

and I called him on it and he was pissed and he went me, that's all.

-That's all? -Oh. This is bullshit. You know what?

Just give me some money for an airfare back to Byron

and I'll get out of your life.

Oh, you're so anxious to stand on your own two feet,

you can get your own airfare!

-Yeah, well, maybe I will. -You don't have any money!

-Yeah, well, maybe I'll get some. -Just get in the car.

Just get in the car before I hurt you!

(SCOFFS) Mother of the year.

You saying anything at Dom's funeral?

Apparently there's an open invitation for any of his workmates.

Yeah, I heard. And, no, I wasn't planning on it.

Alright. We do this as a friendly visit and see where it takes us.

-Is he likely to come out firing? -No, he's too gutless for that.

There's a lesson in this today, Christian.

Yeah? What's that?

Never handle firearms when you're pissed.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

What do you want?

Is your dad home, mate? We need to speak to him.

-Nuh. -Right.

-What about your mum? -Piss off.

-WOMAN: Who is it, Dylan? -It's the pigs, you dickhead!

Oi! That's a nice way to speak to your mother.

Uh, Mrs Sinclair, it's the police.

Could you come outside so we can talk, please?

She's not gonna do ya, if that's what you want.

She'd do anyone else, but never a pig.

Damien's not here. I haven't seen him in weeks.

Yeah, he's gone pig shooting.

Well, he's in breach of parole. Mind if we come in and take a look?

You're not gonna let him in, are you? You dumb bitch!

He's a nice boy, isn't he? Must keep you on your toes.

Dad's going back inside 'cause of you, you weak bitch!

-Get out! -Hey!

-Get out! -Hey!

Out!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Little prick.

(JAMES SIGHS)

-Don't you have to go to work? -No. They can wait.

You look like you need a shower and something to eat.

Who do you need to call?

No-one.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Yeah. Me too.

So, why Vietnam?

Just always wanted to go.

Oh, yeah. Did you travel round a bit?

-Yeah, a bit. -Yeah?

-Just by yourself, or...? -Uh, no. I went with some mates.

-Anyone I'd know? -Nah.

-(HORN BEEPS) -Hey! What's going on?

Arseholes!

-Drive, Mum. Go! Go, go go! -Hey, James, do you know them?!

Hey, police! It's the police. Get out of the car!

(TYRE THUMPS)

Oh, shit!

James? When you get this, you gotta call me. OK?

Please, please. Just call me.

-You right? -Yeah, yeah. I'm alright.

What's it about?

Oh, I don't know. I might have run him off the road or something. He...

I had James in the car and he...

What? They were after James?

Look, the Feds had him under arrest.

He'd got into a punch-up on the plane.

From where?

Vietnam.

LEON: (ON RADIO) Kerry? We've run that rego on the green jeep.

I've got an address in Richmond. Tracy Pagent.

Yeah, it wasn't Tracy in the car. It was two friggin' Neanderthals.

We'll pay her a visit. See if she knows who's got her car.

You guys sort that out. See you there.

I just gotta find James, yeah? Here, Shannon.

-Alright. You tried calling him? -Yeah, he's not answering.

Leon's put a trace on his phone, but...

LAWSON: Dylan, can you hear me, mate?

Now, I need you to put that gun down and come outside.

Now, nothing's gonna happen to you.

And your dad's not going back to jail.

Yes, he is! That's why my mum called you here.

-I didn't, Dylan! -Shh.

Oh, shut up, you mangy scrag! I'm sick of hearing your voice!

Mrs Sinclair, best if we just handle this.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you, you little prick!

-You don't even cook! -Stell, Stell, just...

She wants him to go away, so she can screw whoever she wants!

That's bullshit! Dylan, I love your father!

I love you!

No, you love everyone, that's why you're such a whore!

Now, Dylan, your mum's right. She didn't call us here.

Yeah, bullshit!

Anyway, it doesn't matter!

If I killed her, no-one would even care

'cause she's just a worthless whore that's no good to anyone.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Hey, you've got mail.

-Svetlana. -That was quick.

Cupid's arrow.

(READS IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) "My darlink Henry,

"I am happy your heart is full, like mine."

-(GIGGLES) -That's so nice.

"I so much want to meet you, my darlink, but I am so poor."

Oh, here we go, yeah.

"If you can help me, I will make all your dreams come true. Svetlana."

I hope that doesn't include the one

where the fat woman won't stop tickling me.

I hate that dream.

This is the part where you ignore it, right?

No way. We have to help her.

But you know this is a scam run by the Russian mafia?

Yeah, and Svetlana is probably a balding, fat Russian

sucking down vodka in Minsk, but...it's part of the fun.

(LAUGHS)

No sign of the car.

JOSH: See if there's a laneway around the back.

There will be. All these places have rear access.

We've been looking at a lot of real estate...lately. Yeah.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

(SIGHS)

-Tracy Pagent? -Aye.

Where's your car, Tracy?

-Uh, my car...uh, Ben's got it. -Who's Ben?

That's my boyfriend. Uh, what's going on?

You're off your face, aren't you, Tracy?

-Nah. Nah, I'm not. -What? You got a few friends around?

-You having a bit of a party? -Nah. Sorry.

Look, we believe that there are illicit drugs on these premises,

which is a criminal offence, so we're coming in to take a look.

-Hey! Where's your warrant? -Well, we don't need one.

Alright. It's the police. Do you want to stay where you are?

Don't touch anything, mate. Don't touch anything.

Sit there, please.

-Is this one of your car guys? -Nah. No.

You want to tell me what's going on?

And you two want to take these two outside?

Alright, Tracy. Now, what line of business is Ben in?

-I dunno. -Yeah. Yeah, you do.

-He's a drug trafficker, isn't he? -I dunno anything about that.

Yeah, you do. Now, where can I find Ben?

-I don't know. -Well, what's his mobile number?

Oh, I dunno. He changes it all the time.

Alright. When a shipment comes in, where does he meet the mules?

Tracy, believe me, you are in deep shit!

Now, where does he meet the mules?

Come on, stay with me, Tracy. Come on.

Where does he meet them? Is it a motel somewhere? Yeah? Whereabouts?

-(PHONE RINGS) -Yeah, Leon?

Uh, yeah, Kerry. No luck on James's phone.

Right. Look, I've got a job for you.

There's a flight that landed from Vietnam 8:30 this morning.

-Uh, yeah, I got it. -What do you mean you got it?

Uh, Josh called me up about half an hour ago.

Is James OK?

-Hey, Shannon. -Yep.

What else did Josh ask you for?

Uh, for anyone else who's made a trip there in the last six months.

Right. Look, could you get on to the Richmond View...

Is it the Richmond View Motel, yeah? Richmond View Motel.

See if anyone from that flight checked in there this morning, OK?

Hey.

-Very efficient. -So, your son's a drug mule?

Customs checked him on the way through. He's...he's clear.

So, he ripped these guys off?

-Is that why they want him? -I don't know.

-I need to know everything you do. -I don't know!

Alright. Calling in the Drug Squad.

Hey, guys, just out of interest,

how much rent would you pay on a place like this?

Michael.

Do you think it's right when your dad goes to jail,

your mum takes up with his brother?!

Do you?!

Well, not really for me to say, Dylan.

-He's looking for something. -Yeah, what if it was your mum?

Look, I realise you got some issues with your mum, mate.

You've probably got a lot to talk about,

but this isn't the way to do it.

Yes, it is. It's the only language the stupid scrag understands!

I want to hurt him.

Alright. Well, how about you just drop the insults at the moment?

She's my mum. I'll talk to her how I want, you pig!

Your mum had sex with a pig and that's what made you!

He can't find the bullets.

-What? -(LAUGHS)

Christian, stand by with a flash bang and the gas.

Yep.

Stell, let me know when he's at the front door.

Yeah.

Dylan! Come here to the front. I want to talk to you.

Piss off!

Come on, you little loser! Come and talk to me. Be a tough guy.

Lawson.

Now!

(GAS HISSES)

-Stop! Police! -Weapon!

-MUM: Dylan! -(BRAKES SQUEAL)

Lawson!

No, no, no, no, no. Stay down. Stay down. Don't move.

-Got him? -MAN: Yep. Got him.

-You alright, mate? -(LAWSON GROANS)

Alright. Don't move. Don't move.

Yep.

Oh, good.

Alright. We'll go with 550.

Thanks.

Did you just make an offer on the house?

Alright. Counteroffer.

Someone else has made an offer and they're considering it.

But you made it without consulting me.

It was make an offer or lose the house. What did you want me to do?

Ask me before getting us into a Dutch auction.

-It's not a Dutch auction. -You don't know that.

(LAUGHS) You're the one who said it was a dog-eat-dog world.

I know, but I don't want to be the dog that gets eaten.

I'm alright.

Uh-uh. Don't move. We'll get you an ambulance.

(GROANS)

I'm alright. Oh, get out of my way. Let me get up.

Kinda sucks.

You spend your life upholding the law, then you get run over by it.

(LAWSON GROANS)

-Where are you from anyway? -Me? Nunawading, mate.

Oh, yeah. I didn't realise they had cannibals out there.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, God loves you. Don't know why.

Where are they taking him? I want to go with him.

He'll be processed down at Richmond station.

Yeah, and don't look at me like that. I love my son.

Excuse me for saying, but the way he speaks to you...

Yeah, he's just going through a phase!

(ENGINE STARTS)

-(PHONE RINGS) -Leon, what have you got?

Oh, I just had a word to the Richmond View.

A Jessica Hamilton, one of the passengers from the flight,

checked in there this afternoon.

According to Immigration, she's done two trips to Vietnam

in the past eight months.

Yeah. We're on our way there now.

Yeah, and I got a hit on another one. Shane Glover.

He's booked in to the Footscray Motor Inn.

-Hasn't checked in yet, though. -That's good. That's good work.

That's why they pay me the big bucks, Kerry.

They don't pay you big bucks.

Oh, it's all relative, Audrey. I get more than you.

How do you know that?

-(PHONE RINGS) -Kerry.

Yeah, we got a hit on the Richmond View.

Yeah, there's another one at Footscray.

-Lawson's heading over there now. -What, are you running the show now?

You asked for my help and I'm giving it to you, Kerry.

You want to pull over and talk, I'm happy to do that.

I just didn't want Lawson involved.

You ID'd yourself as a cop to these blokes, Kerry.

What do you think they're gonna do

when they get their hands on those mules?

(ENDS CALL)

Uh, just chuck a leftie up here.

Last time I checked, the nearest hospital was that way.

-Well, change of plan. -You are such a bloke.

You get hit by a car, you refuse medical attention,

but you don't have the balls to say just a few words at Dom's funeral.

Sorry, would you like to rephrase that?

No. Not really.

But know this, if I die at work

and you don't say anything at my funeral,

I am coming back to haunt you from the afterlife, yes siree.

(SCOFFS) No worries, Peggy Sue.

Check it out.

LAWSON: What have you got?

Shooting victim. Homicide's on their way.

-Any witnesses? -No. Just reports of shots fired.

-Has he got ID? -Yeah.

Let me guess. Shane Glover, right?

Mind-reader.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR) Housekeeping!

Police! Police, don't move!

(SCREAMS)

-Are you Jessica Hamilton? -JOSH: Clear!

-(SCREAMS) -Are you Jessica Hamilton?

It's OK. It's OK. It's the police.

It's the police!

Oh, Jesus.

Have you put it together yet? That?

-Boss's son's gone supernova bad. -You've been saying that for weeks.

If she pings us on the clock tower, we've got a comeback.

It's a dog-eat-dog world.

So, James was bringing in drugs?

He was supposed to come straight here from the airport.

-And he never turned up? -He called.

-When? -About an hour ago.

He said something happened.

He warned me they'd be coming, to get out.

OK. Who's they? We've got Ben and who else?

-Dave, his brother. -Right.

And what else did James say? Did he say where he was going?

-It cut out, I'm sorry. -Hey, Jessica.

Jessica, listen to me. Tell me where James is.

-I don't know. -Don't give me your bullshit.

Alright, just tell me where James is.

Jessica, do you know Shane Glover?

-Yes. -He's dead.

They shot him and they took his drugs.

That's the kind of people you're dealing with.

-So if you know anything at all... -I don't know anything.

-Kerry, visitors. -Yeah, I got it.

-Then why are you still alive? -Because of James.

What do you mean?

Well, if he was going to come here, I was supposed to tell them.

Why?

He ripped them off. They want to kill him!

-Kerry. -Yeah. G'day, Chris.

-What are you doing here? -I could ask you the same question.

-Tracy Pagent. -Yeah, what about her?

She says you physically threatened her

for information on her boyfriend.

-Oh, junkies are full of shit. -Yeah. Why the interest?

Oh, you know. I like to keep busy. That's all.

Anything to do with your son?

Listen, there's a lot of texting going on right now.

Your boy is one highly sought after individual.

Call me if I can help.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, Leon?

Yeah, James's phone is back on. Weak signal.

He's somewhere over in Church Street, Richmond.

OK. We're on it. Leon got a hit. Church Street, Richmond.

Lawson. Church Street, Richmond.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Mum. -James.

James, are you alright? Did they hurt you?

Nah, no. I got away. They don't know where I am.

-Where are you? -Mum, I need you to do me a favour.

OK? I need you to... There's a girl in a motel in Richmond.

-Her name's Jessica. -Yeah, yeah, they got to her.

Look, she's alright. Listen to me, James.

Listen, there is a price on your head. You are not safe.

You have got to tell me where you are, so I can come and get you.

I don't care what you've done.

-Oh, shit! -James!

Leon, I'm in Church Street. Where is he?

Uh, OK. He's definitely moving. Slowly.

Right now, I've got him moving east

along Bridge Road between Church and Coppin.

Josh, where are you?

30 seconds away. I'm sending Michael out on foot.

We're eastbound on Bridge Road.

Yeah, he's just turned into Gleadell Street.

Leon, I'm on Gleadell Street. You sure he's here?

Uh, yeah. He's still moving. Steady as she goes.

-Josh, you got him? -Not yet.

Shit. Josh! Can you see him?

No, not yet. Michael?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

-You sure you got the right phone? -Yeah, of course, I'm sure.

It's 20 metres ahead of your current position.

Hey, hang on. It's stopped moving.

You should be able to see him.

Oh, shit! It's a garbage truck.

-Wh...what? -Hope the phone's not in his pocket.

Hey! Hey, it's the police!

Do you want to open the back of the truck?

Just leave that and open the back of the truck.

(PHONE RINGS)

Shit! Oh, shit!

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

LAWSON: Kerry! Kerry!

Ohh!

-He's not here. He's not here. -Well, he's dumped it, OK?

-He's dumped it. -Yeah.

-Son of a cop. Give him some credit. -(SIGHS)

-We'll find him. -(SIGHS)

-Alright? We'll find him. -Oh, shit, Lawson.

Guys! I got James.

He's with the offenders at the rear of the Macca's car park.

Police! Stop! Get out of the car!

Stop the car!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(MAN GROANS)

AUDREY: (READS) "Your broken poetry delights me

"as much as it confuses me.

"I am searching for a patient woman with a kind heart and a strong back."

-What do you think? -Henry sounds real sweet.

Mmm, not bad for a wheelchair-bound guy

who can only have sex with the aid of a harness.

Oh, I love your line about the labrador.

They're a beautiful dog.

Yes. They are.

Get him up.

-MICHAEL: Up. -Get up.

You Ben or Dave? Huh? Are you Ben or Dave?

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Are you Ben or Dave? Sorry?

-Dave. -Dave.

Where's James?

-Got his phone? -Yep.

Well, let's ask Ben, shall we?

Leon, get a position on a phone.

It's 0491 597 110.

-It's about to receive a call. -LEON: Yeah. Will do.

Hey, Ben. This is police inspector Kerry Vincent.

Listen to me very carefully.

That boy that you've got in your vehicle, that's my son!

And I don't really give a shit what you want from him.

I can assure you that it is in your best interest to let him go.

Oh, you don't have him? You don't have him.

Well, we've got, um, Dave here with us.

Yeah, what is he? Is he your brother?

Listen, Ben, do you want to see him again?

'Cause I am about to beat the shit out of him!

-(DAVE GROANS) -Kerry! Kerry!

-(GROANS) -MICHAEL: Get up, get up. Get up!

You still with me?

You give me back my son!

Oh, shit!

Oh, uh, Kerry? I've got a rough location on that phone.

Somewhere between Buckley and Nicholson.

-Yeah, I'm on it. -I'll go with her.

Kerry, we're on Albert Street, heading towards Buckley now.

Let's move it.

OK. We're looking for a green Jeep Cherokee.

-Kerry, that was pretty out of... -Don't even start, Josh.

He's my son. Any mother would do the same.

Not any mother.

Come on.

-Been in the wars, mate? -The bitch assaulted me.

Really? Doesn't sound like Sergeant Henry.

Not her. The cow in the Mondeo.

I think he's delusional. Might have hit his head in the arrest.

-(PHONE RINGS) -Kerry about?

-She's chasing up leads. -Is that what she calls it?

Excuse me.

Tell her from me, I hope she finds what she's looking for.

-Shannon Henry. -MICHAEL: Thanks, mate.

Yeah. Great. Thanks.

Good news. We got the house.

-Are you serious? -They accepted our offer.

-We got the house. -For $550,000?

$560,000.

-Hey. Hey, hey. -(LAUGHS)

-Ow! -OK, OK, OK. Come back.

-Such a girl! -Come back, come back, come back.

-Don't fight it. -(GRUNTS)

-Wow. -(LAUGHS)

-Green jeep. -(SWITCHES ON SIREN) Take him. Go!

Hands where I can see them! Hands where I can see them!

Do not move!

Out of the car now.

-Christian, check the car. -Yep.

Step away from the car. Step away from the car!

It's clear.

-Where is he? -Who?

-James Vincent. -How should I know?

-I said, "Where is he?" -He jumped out of the car.

I don't want anything to do with the little prick.

Kerry, I've got Ben Sharpe here. He says James has done a runner.

-Well, do you believe him? -Dunno.

-Could have another word with him. -Yeah, yeah. You do that.

Oh! Jesus!

He's not stupid enough to kill a copper's son.

Hey, Kerry, a 000 call just came in from your next-door neighbour.

Apparently your house has been broken into.

"Svetlana, my love. I can't send you the funds just now, I'm..."

Uh, "I'm just waiting for the nurse to come and empty my swollen bag."

Eugh. That's great.

"But I must say, my dear,

"your emails have brightened my days

"in more ways than you can ever imagine."

-That's nice. -It's not too mushy?

-No. It's romantic. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -You really think so? Romantic?

-Yeah. -Oh, that's what I was aiming for.

(LAUGHS) What...

-What are you doing? -Er...

Oh, shit.

(SIGHS) That didn't happen.

(LAUGHS)

Ohh! Oh, James.

-Mum. -Oh, James.

Mum, where's your money?

Mum, where's your money? I need your money!

-Hey. Hey, look, just... -Mum, please. Please, Mum.

-I just need one more fix. -Stop it!

-They're gonna kill me, alright? -I know. Now stop it!

Stop. This is getting back...

Just sit down!

I'll kill you myself, you selfish little pig!

James, I've got friends who can help you...

..uh, but I can't do anything until you tell me exactly what happened.

Oh, please. Please, James.

(PHONE RINGS)

Keep an eye on him.

(ANSWERS PHONE) Yeah. Kerry Vincent.

You think I'm a real piece of shit, don't you?

Right now, yeah.

What, you think this is easy?

You know, she's my mum.

And you're tearing her apart.

Oh, shit.

James, your mother would do anything to get your arse out of trouble.

I was supposed to smuggle some stuff in,

some smack, but I didn't.

Go on.

I dumped it at the airport. I got scared.

In Vietnam?

And I...I called them up and I told them where to find it,

and I thought that would be the end of it.

-How much was it worth? -A lot.

-(DOOR OPENS) -You gotta tell her.

Alright, that was the Drug Squad.

They can prove you were conspiring to bring drugs into the country.

(SIGHS) Shit. Well...well, what are we gonna do?

No, no, no. It's what you're gonna do.

Alright. You are gonna act as a witness.

-No, Mum... -Hey.

-Mum, you said you could help me! -She is!

Listen to me, James. Listen, listen, listen.

-No, no. -James, this is the deal, OK?

You are gonna act as a witness

and they will drop the conspiracy charges.

I can make sure of that.

Hey, Lawson.

You'll regret it, you know. Funerals are really important.

Oh, jeez. You know what your problem is, Stell?

You just don't know when to quit.

Now, I don't want to hear anything else about it.

Have you got that?

(INHALES)

-Hey, you right? -Hey?

-You right? -Ooh, yep.

-Got you. Take a seat. -Got it?

Alright, alright. Just give me... just give me a second. I'm alright.

-Do we need to get you a doctor? -No! I'm alright.

-Well, where does it hurt? -It doesn't hurt.

If I had have known that it'd have this effect on you,

I wouldn't have said anything.

What would you have me say, Stell? Hey?

I mean, I liked the guy but he was a screw-up.

-Well, you can't say nothing. -You don't get it, do you?

Do you really think I'm the right person to talk for him?

I was the one that pushed him to breaking point,

I'm the one that kicked him out of here back to Bomb Squad,

and I was the one that couldn't save him in the end.

And you know what?

It's actually not about you.

(SIGHS)

What's his family gonna think when his commanding officer

can't even get up at his funeral and say a few words?

You just need to do the right thing.

Even if it means lying through your teeth,

it's better than saying nothing.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mum?

Chris.

You make sure you take care of him, OK?

I will.

James.

-I love you. -Mmm.

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