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-(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) -(CHATTERING AND CHEERING)

Hey.

Hey. What's up?

Hey, I'll be back. I'll be back.

Is there something you wanna tell me?

Yes - I think you are hot.

Uh, in case you didn't notice,

a cute boy just had his tongue down your throat.

Tan! Tan is just Tan, OK?

You are a whole other story.

Oooh, am I?

Mmm. (GIGGLES)

Bitches having a good night or what?

-I'm trying. -(LAUGHS)

Well, it's about to get better.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

On the house.

Uh?

(CAR ALARM BLARES)

(ALARM STOPS)

(BLEEP, BLEEP!)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

I've gotta dance.

Come on.

(BOTH GIGGLE)

(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

Nothing.

You were giving shit to the people over there.

I wasn't.

(THUGS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

Get him out.

-Where to? -Walk.

CLEO: Tan, who are these guys?

Tan, talk to me!

TAN: Get off me.

Stella!

Tan?

Tan?

-Let go! Let him go! -Let her go!

What are you doing?!

Ugh!

(SCREAMS)

-Argh! -WOMAN: Should we do something?

Ugh!

MAN: Hey, mate!

No! Hey!

I wanna report an abduction in progress

at QT Bar and Nightclub, South Yarra.

Perpetrators are three Caucasian males, possibly armed.

Victim is Vietnamese male, mid-20s.

What the hell is going on?

We've gotta go. Let's go.

TAN: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hey, it's Tan. You've got my voicemail.

-Say somethin'. -(BLEEP!)

Tan, call me as soon as you get this message.

That's four - I'm officially a stalker.

OK, alright, maybe you should sit down.

What are we doing here? We need to talk to the cops.

I AM a cop. Alright?

I'm gonna deal with this.

Yeah?

Now, you never saw those guys before?

No.

-And Tan didn't say anything? -No.

Well, he was worried about something,

but he never really spoke business with me.

OK. I've gotta go to work.

But I'm gonna call you as soon as I know anything, OK?

We'll find him.

Didn't get the rego?

No, they pissed off before I got outside.

Price of power, Kerry.

Shake up the waterfront, this is how it goes.

What - are you gonna lecture me?

I went through this with the D's last night.

A bit tacky, though, uh?

Bullets on the windscreen.

Well, it's the ones you don't see that you wanna worry about.

Oh, right. So that's why you guys turned up, huh?

Security's for shit here.

Spare keys.

Kerry...

(SIGHS) And don't YOU say anything.

-Leon? -Mmm.

There was an abduction at QT Bar last night -

can you find out if there's been an arrest?

I'm kind of busy here.

-Surveillance? -Yeah, that's my wallet.

They kidnapped it.

I filled up on my way in,

then the card wouldn't work.

It's not like I'm broke at the moment -

they made me leave my wallet as surety.

Which brings me to my next point - can I please borrow 80 bucks?

Actually, make it 100 - let's round it up.

OK...

20 bucks doesn't get you very far these days.

-OK, if you're not interested... -Oh, no, no - I'm interested.

QT Bar, yeah?

Yep, done. (CLICKS TONGUE)

I'm on the case. (SNICKERS)

Hey. Um, do you know how to do one of these?

Um... Yeah, come here.

I have to stand behind you.

OK, turn around.

Do I look good?

I've gotta stand behind the boss on telly today.

You look great.

Aww, you too, babe.

-I better... -Oh, yeah, yeah.

Um, have a good one.

And thanks for the tie.

Get away from my locker.

-Hmm? -Out of my locker.

Hey! Jesus!

I'm gonna use my own.

It's not like you don't borrow my shit all the time.

What? Do you wanna have a go at me too?

No, not at all.

-No. -I'm sure you do.

What's this? Amber.

Abduction at the QT Bar.

A very small fish getting eaten by a bigger one, Kerry.

Pause it.

Anyone you know?

Person of interest.

AMBER: What does that mean?

It means don't be too interested.

Who's got you looking at this?

Would you believe it? Wonder Woman.

Kerry, let's go.

(READS INAUDIBLY)

Go home, coppers!

Ooh! Natives are definitely not happy.

Oh, they just need the good news, eh, Christian?

A slap around the head - that'd work.

JOSH: Alright, Shan, you're on point. Christian, you're with Kerry.

I'll be at the back.

I really reckon you should put on a vest, Kerry.

Oh, Josh, look,

if I wear one of those over my shirt, it looks like I'm sacred.

If I wear one under my shirt,

it looks like I don't have the balls to admit it.

-We're all wearing one. -Yeah, but you're all scared.

(LAUGHS)

-Move it back. -Hi.

Back. Come on.

-Move it back. -Should we do it over here?

Thanks very much for coming down.

I'm just here to give a few more details on the, uh,

new waterfront policing policy

that was announced by the minister on Friday.

Specifically, I want to outline the initiative

that mandates criminal background checks

for all waterfront workers seeking an MSIC accreditation.

So I'd like to confirm that this is retrospective,

so everyone who now has a pass has to comply.

Get the cops off the docks!

MAN: Leave our jobs alone!

(CROWD PROTESTS)

Big night Stella?

Always.

10 points for attitude.

Only 10? You're losing it, Stell.

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

Respond to a 000 call -

the railway tracks near Alfred Street in North Melbourne.

VKC, this is TR-1. We're on that.

-Now, our aim is quite simple. -(MEN YELL PROTESTS)

It's to maintain the integrity of the waterfront.

And in order to do that,

we have to weed out the few that bring disrepute to the many.

-There is nothing to be afraid of... -(MEN YELL LOUDER)

There is nothing to be afraid of in this new policy.

We'll need to wrap it up.

..a better and safer and more productive arena

in which to do business.

OK, we're on the move, we're on the move. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

That's all our time. Thanks very much.

Kerry, we gotta go now.

-MAN: Leave our jobs alone! -MEN: Yeah!

(MEN PROTEST)

(MEN YELL ANGRILY)

Get back, come on.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Move!

Move, mate. I'm going forward. Move!

(THUMPING ON CAR)

-(MEN YELL ANGRILY) -JOSH: Move, mate!

Oi!

Oh, this is crap. This is crap. Hey, hey - just a sec.

-Hey, hey, hey! -Stay in the car!

-Kerry! -Get back! Back!

Back! Get back!

Come on! Back!

-What - are you gonna hit us, huh? -Back it up.

Back up, back up, back up.

What - are you gonna hit us?

You reckon this is how decisions get made, is it?

You know, if you've got a problem with this policy,

you do have the right of reply.

But what you don't have the right to do is piss me off.

MAN: Yeah, right. Whatever.

Alright? So let's stop this crap, guys. It's bullshit.

-MAN: You're a joke. -Just move away from the car, yeah?

Let us pass, then we can get out of your hair, alright?

Get in the car and go home.

-Go on. -Yep. If you let us, we would.

(MOB SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

-Get out of here! -(MEN YELL ANGRILY)

Stell?

Stell!

There's a body. We're gonna take a look.

Yep.

(SIGHS) You getting old or something?

Huh?

It used to be you could party all night and run all day.

Must've been a big one.

I'm here, Lawson.

Alright.

Shit.

-What exactly DID you see? -I was at a club.

-So he's a drug dealer? -Yes!

-Your dealer? -No!

But you've seen him sell drugs?

I wasn't doing anything illegal.

The D's are here.

Here's what you're gonna do - you're gonna go with the nice detectives

and tell them everything you saw.

You draw sketches, look at photographs,

do a dance - whatever they want.

Then you take the rest of the day off and you wait for my call.

-Charlie, I was out! -No.

You grow up, Stella,

or out is exactly where you're gonna be, alright?

-Go. -Oh...

Go!

You wanna pay Stella's club a visit?

Leon, what does that say?

Uh...

Oh, Kerry's handwriting can be so dodgy when she's tired.

-I think that's 'Lawson'. -That looks like 'Lars'.

-'Lars'? -Yeah.

"Coffees and chocolates for Lars"?

Uh...

"Copies for Charlie and Lawson."

-Really? -Yeah, really.

Although, if you wanna make a copy for Lars, just to be safe, you can.

-What do I do with this? -Where did it come from?

The courier delivered it.

-Did you sign for it? -Nah.

OK. Thanks.

James.

(SOFTLY) Shit.

You know you won't get anywhere with Stella by benching her.

What would YOU do?

I'd give her a chance to make good.

-You think so? -Yeah.

Didn't you wanna get rid of her once?

No, she wanted to quit.

That's why I'm telling you.

OK?

Look, I know Stella. I've been her boss for four years.

But she's still a problem.

So what is this?

The wonder of technology.

We're tapping into your security cameras.

You're not doing this. I'll get an injunction!

No, you won't - we'll get a warrant.

AND we'll get two uniformed coppers on your front door every night,

for, say...

-Three months ought to do it. -Yeah.

That'll take care of those nasty drug dealers for you.

So what do you want?

We think there's a new kid on the block.

Big, aggressive, pushing the smaller dealers out.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

Well, soon we all will.

How many people are gonna see this?

Everyone. It's going on YouTube.

We just want the identity of your friendly new neighbourhood dealer.

You help us get that

and we won't look too closely at all the other bad shit

that goes on in here.

Or...we can make you famous.

Aren't you working?

He's dead.

I called again but I felt stupid leaving another message.

He's dead, Cleo.

I'm so sorry.

We were never together or anything. It's just...

I know - he was your friend.

Cleo, I need information.

You say you didn't recognise those guys at the club.

Yes.

I don't know them.

So who would?

Hey. Is that Heng?

Hey, yeah, I'm a friend of Cleo's. Can we talk? It's kind of important.

Where can I find you?

Alright, I'll be there.

Amber, get Kerry a coffee, please.

Sure. How do you take it, Kerry?

Hot, black, now. Please.

-Yep. -Thanks.

-It is James, right? -Yeah. Yeah.

OK, well, they're all taken at the same place

through a long lens, some through a fence.

-Maybe a rehab facility? -Yeah, I know where they're taken.

(PHONE RINGS)

Not today, Josh.

James?

James.

-Hey. -Mum?

Do you wanna grab your gear?

-What's going on? -(SIGHS)

-So it's not mother-son time? -(HALF-LAUGHS)

I'm sorry, James, I just...I have to move you.

I like it here.

Oh, you're gonna like this new place too -

it's, um...it's got a pool.

Is it so hard to explain to me what's going on? I'm not 11 anymore.

How am I supposed to take responsibility for my life

if you never tell me anything?

Well, if you're so mature, can't you work out what's going on?

I'm in danger.

-Saw you on TV this morning. -Yeah.

You looked tired.

MAN: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hi. This is Heng. Leave me a message.

MAN 2: Hey, you right? Can I help?

-Hey. -Hey.

I'm looking for someone. His name's Heng.

Oh, there's no Heng here.

OK.

Do you know where he is?

Well, um...

(DIAL TONE SOUNDS)

COMPUTERISED VOICE: Message received at 9:15am.

CLEO: (ON VOICEMAIL) Tan, it's Cleo. Just call me and tell me you're OK.

I don't want anything from you. I just wanna know that you're alright.

OK, bye.

-(BEEP!) -Message received at 7:33am.

CLEO: (ON VOICEMAIL) Tan, it's Cleo again.

Stella just called me from work, trying to find out what's going on.

We're both freaking out. Can you please call me?

(BEEP!)

Where did you get it?

Finders keepers, eh?

-I'm walking out the door. -OK.

Stella?

Leave it alone.

OK?

Hey.

Come here.

I've got something for you.

Shut up.

(SIGHS)

Do you know who that is?

What were you doing there?

I was trying to find out who killed...

I get this phone call from the task force,

they tell me they're conducting surveillance on Col Rainey.

Then they ask,

"What the hell was one of your officers doing in Rainey's bar?"

"That's not possible, sir," I said.

"None of my people would be so stupid."

So he was good enough to send me through some surveillance shots.

-I had no idea. -No, that's right - you didn't.

Do you have any interest in keeping your job?

Do what you gotta do.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-Yeah? -Hey. It's Josh.

You don't take my calls anymore?

I'm not gonna get rid of you that easy, am I?

How did you know I was here?

Wasn't a huge mystery, Stell.

Stell, everything OK?

I'm fine, babe.

Come to rub it in, have ya?

No.

Why would I wanna do that?

'Cause I messed up.

I was trying to find out who killed Tan.

Ended up in front of Col Rainey.

Rainey?

Shit, how did that go?

He had Tan's phone.

He killed him or he had him killed.

Well, don't you think we ought to do something about that?

Lawson, I crashed some task force thing, I pissed off Charlie,

I think I got fired.

Right. So Tan doesn't matter, then?

Well, come on, Stella, I thought you had balls.

Oh, well, anatomy is not your strong suit, is it?

No. No, no, you're right. Best to play it safe.

Reverse psychology's not either.

Look, the choice is yours.

Either hide here at your girlfriend's place

or maybe you can finish what you started.

Already checked that one.

I'd like to put a couple of uniforms outside tonight.

Why?

'Cause some arsehole's creeping around in the dark

putting bullets on my windscreen?

What about when he starts knocking on your door?

He won't. You know why? 'Cause he doesn't have the guts.

He had the guts to take out the Minister of Police.

We don't know there's a connection.

You don't believe that.

(SCOFFS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

So, what now?

Well, we see who turns up.

Rainey may be in there or he may not.

If your bloke from the club shows,

we'll call the uniforms and make an arrest.

Hang on.

You right? (LAUGHS)

OK.

Ooh, hang on.

Score!

Hey!

Is that even yours?

Mmm. It's good.

Oh, what - an hour ago you're quitting your job,

and now you're too good for my stolen chocolate?

Whatever.

Mmm.

Yummy-yummy-yummy.

Oh, God.

Look...

Look, I tell you what - here's what we'll do, alright?

I am going to put your telephone number on speed dial, alright?

And if I hear just a bump in the night,

I'm gonna press J for Josh

and then you can come running.

Alright, so now you can go home.

You know, talk to you missus or walk the dog

or whatever it is you do in a...

(CAR TYRES SCREECH)

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, James! James!

Are you alright, James?! What's going on?

Leaving Kerry's place. Rego - Uniform-Mike-Romeo-5-8-3.

-Assault on a 25-year-old male. -What happened?!

(MOANS)

-Oh, my God! Josh! -Argh!

Josh, the Medikit, quick!

The Medikit! It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

I'm here, I'm here. I'm just gonna take this off very gently.

-(GROANS) -Oh, my God.

-Alright, let's go. Come on. -Did you see your attacker?

'Attackers' - plural. (GROANS)

Did you recognise them? What do they look like?

They looked like thugs.

(GROANS)

I'm so sorry this happened to you.

And, Mum, they said, "Stay off the docks."

-Let's go. -Ohh!

(SIREN WAILS)

We need a doctor - he's lost his finger.

-Do you have the finger? -No.

OK, just keep it upright. Just come through here.

We'll get him set up.

More?

What's with all the love, anyway?

I gotta give it to someone.

What - Shannon's giving you the cold shoulder too?

What's up with her?

If you find out, can you let ME know?

Lawson, that's him - that's the guy from the QT Bar.

Yeah?

This is Senior Constable Stella Dagostino.

I need a rego check on a blue Commodore.

Rego is Uniform-Mike-Romeo-5-8-3.

Current location is the Bayside Hotel, Port Melbourne.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Copy that.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Senior Constable Dagostino,

there's a current vehicle whereabouts in on that vehicle.

Maintain a discreet visual, thanks.

The offender is considered dangerous.

You knew, didn't you?

What?

You knew he was at risk.

They sent photos.

They were watching him.

Why didn't you tell me?

You can't be the hardest nut all of the time, Kerry.

VKC, this is Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake.

Any more info on that KALOF?

MAN: (OVER RADIO) The vehicle was last seen

leaving a crime scene at 14 Gregory Close in Seddon.

Suspected assault of a 25-year-old male.

-14 Gregory Close? -Yeah, that's Kerry's.

Let's do it.

Stell...

..I haven't got my Glock.

No Glock OR balls.

OK.

Police! Get out of the car!

Police. Out of the vehicle. Hands where I can see them.

-Out of the vehicle! -Put your hands where I can see them!

(HORN BEEPS)

-Shit. Stella! -He's out!

Get down!

-Ugh! -Sawn-off! One more shell!

Split up!

It'll hurt, it won't kill you. Go, go!

-Argh! -Shit. Fuck. Stell!

-You alright?! -Yep!

-Stell! -I'm fine! Go!

Cut him off!

(METAL CLANGS)

-Oh! -Ugh!

-Argh! -Ohh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Argh! Aarggh!

Oi, oi!

There's nowhere to go!

On the ground!

-Put it down. Put it down! -Back off!

Stay down!

Ugh! Argh!

(PANTS)

Are you gonna make the arrest or what?

(SIRENS WAIL)

Whoa. Someone's been busy.

Is this standard procedure for you two?

When duty calls.

-This is the guy from the club? -Yep.

And he was driving the vehicle

that was involved in the incident at Kerry's?

-How is she? -Yeah, she's fine.

Sit tight - I'll bring her up to speed.

How is it?

"It'll hurt, but it won't kill ya."

(LAUGHS)

-You're alive, aren't ya? -Mmm.

Hey, Charlie... I was trying to find out...

No, no, no, no - do your job. We'll talk later.

-(BOTH SPEAK SOFTLY) -(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Yeah, what do you want?

CHARLIE: (ON PHONE) Stella and Lawson - they got him.

What do you mean?

The bloke who dumped your son? They've arrested him.

Who was it?

He's a small-time thug. BUT he works for Rainey.

Col Rainey?

Yep. Interesting, huh?

Yeah.

Can I have a chat to Lawson?

Uh, yeah, OK.

Lawson, Kerry.

-Yep? -We're gonna bust Col Rainey.

-When? -Now.

-Josh will meet you there. -OK.

Christian, you drive. Stell, Shan, let's go.

-Hey, hey - what's happening? -Busting Rainey.

What? No, no, no. Lawson, this is a mistake.

-Why? -Just let me talk to Kerry.

Do what you gotta do - I've got my orders.

KERRY: (ON VOICEMAIL) This is Kerry Vincent. Please leave a message.

Shit. You! Drive me.

-(SIRENS BLARE) -Take me to TR base.

Is he there?

Pier security cameras give us access to the front and the rear.

Can't access any interior security cams.

-KERRY: (OVER RADIO) Lawson? -Kerry.

Look, this Col Rainey - he's a dangerous arsehole,

so you back him in a corner or he's gonna fight back, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. Understood.

Leon, where's those plans?

Coming through to you now.

Two in the rear of the restaurant.

-Can you see through to the front? -Partial. Rainey's there.

Alright, he'll have minders and they'll be armed.

Alright, Stell, I want you leading Josh and Shannon at the back.

Christian, you're with me.

Don't get a big head. You've been inside. Josh hasn't.

Let's go.

Kerry, you can't do this.

Watch me.

Set, Lawson.

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Got vision?

Two guys. One's definitely armed.

OK, copy that. You got it covered?

Yeah, we're good. Let's go.

You're gonna screw the entire investigation.

-I don't care. -Thousands of hours of police work.

Do me a favour, Charlie.

What are you gonna tell the task force?

I AM the task force!

Lawson, we've got movement in there.

-We need to do it now. -Stand by, stand by.

-Look, you're angry. I get that. -Thanks.

But this is bigger than you and Rainey, Kerry!

No, not today. Not today.

Are they waiting for me?

Yes. Kerry, go ahead.

KERRY: (OVER RADIO) OK, Lawson, on my command.

Shit.

STELLA: Shit, it's Michael.

Lawson?

Stell, stand by for entry, OK?

-STELLA: (OVER RADIO) Lawson... -Lawson...

One at a time, one at a time. Everyone just hold positions.

What have you got, Kerry?

Stand down. We're not doing this.

What? What's going on?

Just get out of there.

Let's go.

Hey.

I'm heading off to the hospital.

So, what happened?

Oh, I've been on the Raineys for a while - surveillance, taps, the lot.

You reckon they put the hit on the minister?

Well, that's a theory.

They're into weapons, uh, cocaine.

They were coming through the waterfront.

Anyway, it's a whole lot bigger than an assault on some kid.

How many undercovers in there?

Look, we're talking about Michael.

Well, he's not on your team anymore.

-Thought we were on the same team. -Yeah, we are.

Just doesn't always feel like that, does it?

Hey...

..I hope James is OK.

So did you catch him?

Yeah.

I knew you would.

You're a shit mum, but you're a good cop.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

They're not gonna find it, are they?

Nah.

I'm just worried about what my girl's gonna say, you know?

I'm good with my hands.

She says so, anyway.

Have you got a girlfriend?

Don't put me in that position again.

Clear?

So we're OK?

The force needs more cops like you, Stella.

Independent thinkers?

No, hot chicks that go both ways.

(LAUGHS)

Hey. Someone's working hard.

You and Stella alright?

Look...

..whatever's going on...

..it's your business, OK?

Yes, it is.

But when it starts affecting the squad, maybe it's time to spill.

What are you, a psych?

This is something I have to sort. Me.

It has nothing to do with you

and nothing to do with us.

We're OK.

OK.

I wish I burned that place down.

I'm never gonna forget that prick.

How's James?

Oh...

He'll never play the piano again,

but, you know, he's...he's tough.

Wonder where he got that from.

Shit.