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Everybody, down!

He's got a sword!

Get the fuck down! Get down, now.

Both of you, go! Hands above your head!

Get back.

Get back. Are you deaf?

- He's scared. - I don't give a shit.

Leave him. Leave him.

Get the fuck against the wall. Huh? Against the wall.

Where's the money?

Mate, where's the money?

The fuck are you looking at?

Look down! Look down!

You, stay here.

Behind the counter. Hands above your head.

Drop the pie.

I said, drop it!

KIA to base, 10-2

ETA three minutes. What is happening?

Code 10-10, repeat 10-10.

Tas Nat Bank.

How many inside?

- Seven confirmed, possibly more. - And offenders?

Just the one. He's in the bank.

- We're in the tavern. - Okay.

Can we get everyone out the back?

- Hey, boss. - Finally.

- Sorry. - Fairglen have been informed.

The AOS have arrived, and Batty is on his way.

Okay.

And as senior officer for the region

he's instructed us to cordon and contain only.

Here's the bank landline now.

And do we know who it is? Has anyone tried to go in?

No. Did you not just hear me?

We wait for Batty and the muscly men.

It's diverting.

Uh, what are you doing here, Stuart? Why aren't you at the bank?

I came here to get afternoon tea. It's Bernadette's last day.

Who's in charge in your absence?

Bernadette?

Give me those.

Oh, you idiot.

Open the safe.

I don't know the code. Only Stuart does.

- Where's Stuart? - He went out to get muffins.

- Don't fuck with me. - Jesus.

Open the safe!

- Hey, easy. - Get back!

Don't move!

I think the code's his birthday.

Well, when's that? I don't know.

- Come on. - He's a Pisces.

Go... go!

Go... go!

Ma'am, stand back. Stand back. This is a cordoned area.

Brighton, where are you?

Brighton?

Give me the key. Come on.

Give me the key.

Oh, this is crap.

Where's the real money? This is nothing!

Look down.

- Kaimanawa... - The fuck?

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa. Don't do anything stupid!

Hey... hey.

How the fuck did you get in here?

Let Bernadette go, Tyson.

I... I'm not Tyson.

Listen...

I'm gonna open the safe for you, okay?

Look, look, Stuart gave me the codes, okay?

Just I need you to let Bernadette go. Let her go.

That's it. Good, good, good, good. Okay.

- This better not be a trap. - No... no.

I'm gonna move in there to open the safe, okay?

- Alex, put the stapler down. - What--

- It's okay... it's okay. - Put it down!

Everyone's gonna stay where they are. No heroics.

Stay there!

- Is that it? - Yeah.

Shit! It's tiny.

Okay. It's all right.

I'm opening the safe.

But here is the deal, Tyson.

If you walk out that door with one dollar of this money

you are a marked man. So you got a choice. All right?

You can take... what looks to be about 15K.

- All right? Yeah, yeah. - No way, no.

That is it. I know.

No way. That's not enough money.

I need... I need more.

Yeah, it's on the small side for a bank heist.

Or, you could just walk out of here with your hands on your head and--

Fucking...

Don't anyone move!

Don't move.

- Okay. Hey... hey. Tyson. - Shit.

You are not a bank robber.

Give me the sword

and I will get you out of here.

Yeah?

No, I'm taking it.

Tyson. Tyson.

Fuck off, Kaimanawa.

Found her.

I'll bloody kill her.

How did she get in there?

She asked me for the codes. I told her.

She's police.

Not for long, at this rate.

What is he doing?

- Is this one yours? - DC Renata.

The new detective.

Yeah, and carrying ID.

For God's sake, let her go.

All right. We now have a controlled perimeter.

I've got the tactical vehicle

stationed on the corner of Beach Road.

Three men holding that position.

Another three scoping behind the bank and to the north.

Any movements to report?

We have an officer inside the bank.

- What? - Officer Brighton.

She was checking sight lines. We don't know the circumstances

but she's in there now.

I gave you orders to cordon and contain.

Did I not make myself clear?

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Are you struggling, Tyson?

Those masks are filled with formaldehyde.

You know that, right?

We all know who you are anyway.

Easy... easy.

Fucking fucker!

You've got asthma, right?

Yeah?

- Get back. - Okay.

Get back.

Does anyone have an inhaler? Anyone got an inhaler?

- Are you serious? Let him suffocate. - Inhaler?

I... I've got a kid's inhaler.

I have a visual.

Okay. Yeah. I'm gonna, uh...

we're gonna get you an inhaler, Tyson, all right?

Do... how do you... Okay, okay.

Three deep breaths.

I have a clear shot.

Good. Two...

Good. Three...

Stand by.

Good.

Okay.

It's gonna be all right. Okay?

The offender is down.

Deb. Deb, you all right?

Tyson is not armed.

I repeat, the offender is not armed. Uh, we need paramedics.

He's bleeding heavily.

- Thank you, Deedee. Thank you. - Tell Shon--

It's okay... it's okay.

- Tell Shontel I'm sorry. - No... no.

I fucked up again.

Tell her I want Teeks to play at my funeral.

Okay.

And tell her I want her to wear that cute little black top.

A silly old thing You can trust in

But is it so wrong I don't want to be strong?

- I'm good. - I'll crumble to pieces

Find sweet relief From this foolish heart

Foolish heart

Sergeant Titley.

Can you help Keith with members of the public?

Copy that.

Get contact details, statements from everyone.

Just follow the constable.

- Detective. - Sergeant.

Hey.

It's me.

Can you come out of there?

I wasn't hiding from you.

I didn't know you worked here.

There you are.

Oh, good, you've met.

Sorry, Detective.

This isn't how we thought your first day would be.

- Neither. - Uh, Tyson needs interviewing ASAP.

Find out what the hell he thought he was doing

and whether or not there was anyone else involved.

Right.

Uh, Deb, are you sure you're up for this?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Take Mihi with you.

Um, you can get a feel for each other.

Mm. Okay.

Help yourself.

March 5th.

Four-twenty p.m.

Officer Deb Brighton interviewing Tyson Pivak.

DC Renata is also present.

What's going on, Tyson?

Why'd you hold up the bank?

- Did you wanna go to prison? - No.

What did you think was gonna happen when you got all Pulp Fiction

with a samurai sword and a stupid fucking shark mask?

Where did you get the sword from?

Answer her.

I wasn't gonna use it.

Just needed money.

There's a job going at the BP.

There's another one at the Burger Bar.

Hey, funeral directors need an embalmer.

- Yeah, ha-ha. - Yeah, ha-ha.

You were expecting more cash.

What do you need a bunch of cash for, Tyson?

Ow.

To get married.

I wanted to give Shontel a proper wedding.

And, you know...

support her.

Well, that's just a bit hard from prison.

Yeah, well, you told me to take responsibility.

In which one of your online zombie worlds

does "take responsibility" translate as hold up a bank?

You know, don't even answer that.

So this was her idea?

Who?

- Shontel? - Shontel.

Shit, no. No. She's gonna fucking kill me.

Then why?

Mate, why?

Miss, no. Hey, stop. Hey, you cannot--

...stop me, dickhead! I'm his mother!

Yeah, one more step and I'll lock you up.

Don't say a word to them, Ty.

You hear me? Not a fucking word.

- Hey, you put him up to this? - He's my flesh and blood.

- He's your meal ticket, more like. - Fuck you.

Okay, you're outta here. Come on.

- I've got her. - Come on.

Not a fucking word, babe. Not a fucking word.

- Okay. Out - You always had it in for me.

What, have you got mother issues or some shit?

I... I just wanna say I'm sorry

to any of you people that were in the bank.

My boy, Tyson, he's not violent.

It's not him.

It's the pigs that are trigger-happy--

That's enough. Out... out.

- Right now. - Much!

You know he'd never hurt you, darling.

- He loves the gay. - Chick, out.

You know that!

- Oh my God, the drama. - Yeah.

- I thought they shot you. - No, no.

And you, what a fucking hero.

I mean, I was so proud of you.

- It's fine. - And then I think I passed out.

- Hey, Much, I, um-- - I... I know.

- Much... Much... - It is insane.

What?

She's here.

She's here.

Where are we going?

Well, I'm going to interview Shontel before Tyson's mum gets to her.

You think one of them put him up to it?

Uh...

- Look, I've been... - Don't.

- But I-- - Just, ah. Don't.

- Can we at least have some music? - No! No!

We're working.

Fine.

What a beautiful day it is today

Oh

What a beautiful day it is today

- Hey, Shontel. - Um, hi.

How you doing?

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Sure, but you can't come in. 'Cause I'm looking after a kid.

That's fine. This is good.

So, what's up?

There's been a bank robbery in town.

Okay. What's that got to do with me?

Well, it was your boyfriend who did it.

- What boyfriend? - Come on.

Well, I don't do guys anymore.

Well, Tyson says you're getting married.

Oh, in his dreams.

I haven't seen him since the accident.

Anyone else living here?

- Nah. - No?

So no one else can verify your whereabouts this morning?

Hey, Zalia, can you come here for a sec?

- Hey, baby. - Hello.

It's okay. Just tell them where I've been all day.

Here, with me.

Oh.

Okay, honey. I'll be in in a sec, okay?

Look, I don't know anything about Tyson robbing a bank.

- He just does crazy shit sometimes. - Yeah.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you for your time.

Oh, uh...

Can I just use your toilet so quick?

Serious?

Yeah... yeah, sorry. Like in, out.

Sure. Um...

Through the lounge, down the hall, right at the end.

Right at the end. Okay. Thank you.

Where are you from?

Auckland?

This is home.

Who's your family?

The Renatas.

So you're related to Sonny?

So tell me

how long have you been here?

All my life.

Thanks, Shontel.

Find what you were looking for?

"Jungle Cat" aftershave.

I don't think it's safe for you here

- so I'm gonna give your mum-- - She won't answer.

- Okay, what about a text? - She never answers that, either.

Shontel.

How could you let that fucking pig in here?

What? No, what?

I had no choice, man. What was I supposed to do?

Your boyfriend robbed a fucking bank.

He's not my boyfriend.

Was that your dipshit idea?

No, of course not. You think I'm stupid?

What you are, Shontel, is a fucking liability.

Who is she, anyway?

She's nobody.

Shit.

The boss has heard about the fucking bank job.

Okay, look, you've gotta get out of here, okay, honey?

- It's not safe. - Will you be okay?

Yeah. Put that in there.

- He... he's got my phone. - Oi!

What are you doing?

Go home, kid, and don't come back.

Right.

Change of plan.

With all these cops sniffing around

the boss wants the job done by tomorrow.

Come on, Fox. I'm not a magician.

- I can't do it just like that. - That's...

exactly what you're going to do, Shontel.

'Cause if you don't

I'm gonna pay that little friend of yours a visit.

So who's Mr. Jungle Cat

Shontel doesn't want us to know about?

Oh, Tyson?

What was the accident she mentioned?

Hey, Deb, I know this is difficult for you--

Six months ago, Tyson stole a fancy convertible from Fairglen.

Took Shontel for a joy ride.

Stupid bugger wrote it off.

I did what I could.

He got six months, which is nothing short of a miracle.

And then this is how he repays me.

The end.

Mind if I check out the file?

Knock yourself out.

I walked out

You left me

You know I'm hurting for you

It seems now that it's over

But there is nothing I can do

I don't know

Oh, I don't know

Why does love so this to me?

I don't know

I don't know, Jackie came...

Oh no, it's probably work. It's work, it's work.

Brighton.

Uh, hey. Sorry to disturb you.

I'm just wondering

do you have a hard copy of Tyson's car conversion file?

It's in the file room.

Okay. Can you dig it out or- -

- Uh. - Is this urgent police business?

- Sorry? - Deb is off duty.

She's unavailable right now.

Goodbye, caller.

"Goodbye, caller"?

So much for the sleepy small-town job, huh?

Yeah.

It sounds like the local girl handled it well.

Yeah.

- They're very quiet. - Yeah.

You think they're okay?

They're chickens, Milan.

They're probably sleeping.

Yeah.

Hey, you think maybe the next time

you get caught up in an armed robbery

you can call me so I know you're okay?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Dad?

Shit. Dad?

Hey, hey. Oh, I got it... I got it.

Oh, thanks, mate.

Might save my life, but, fuck, they're annoying.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Sorry I called you

but I was stuck in bed and couldn't find my chair.

What do you mean? Where was it?

Oh, uh, Rita was moving some plants.

She what?

What have I done now?

You used Dad's chair as a wheelbarrow.

He couldn't get to it.

Oh, God, arrest me, then. I know you're dying to.

You need to watch things.

When they're on the stove, you watch them.

- I-- - Okay?

I... I did. I was.

It just got caught on the bottom. No big deal.

- Did you bring the wine? - Uh, no. I... I'm working.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

- You gonna be all right? - Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Thanks.

- Lucky you. - Take care out there, hon.

Cup of tea?

- Cup of tea? - Yes.

What the fuck are you doing?

I just pulled an all-nighter, Fox.

I need some fresh air. Okay?

Oh, that's better.

What?

Come on, you fat bastard.

You know, I think that might be bad karma, Fox.

Don't worry about me.

I make my own luck.

I'm more worried about me, actually.

Finish this job

and you'll never have to see me again.

Now.

Get back to work.

So are you able to get that for me?

No probs.

I'm a bit of a whiz at getting that kind of data, actually.

Right.

Hey, did you know there was a witness to the car theft?

Mm.

Tyson's car theft? No... no.

a Fairglen cop, Constable Leo Cooper

took notes from an interview he witnessed.

There was a lady fishing right across the road

from where the Ferrari was stolen.

That's why I love these hard copy files.

There's so many little notes and things

that never get stored or saved.

Yeah, this, um...

description doesn't sound like Tyson.

Yeah, but they didn't follow it up, right?

Well, he admitted to the theft. There was no reason to follow up.

Like, he literally came in--

Minors admit a lot. I mean...

- Back off, Tits. I know my rights! - Okay, well, no... no, ah.

I'm not leaving here

until you bastards allow me access to my son.

Chick, he's robbed a bank. He's under arrest.

- You know your problem, bitch? - Yeah.

You got no respect for family.

Oh, says the woman with the kids in the back seat

while she sold meth out the boot.

They were safer with me than staying at home.

That's the truth, and you fucking know it.

- Whose fault was that? Huh? - Brighton. With me.

That's an order.

They're moving Tyson to Auckland Hospital?

- Mm-hmm. - Get down there.

It's your last chance to get some answers.

- Okay. - Take Mihi with you.

Off you go, Kaimanawa.

- Hey... hey. - Clippity-clop, clippity-clop.

How did you get to the bank?

Did someone drive you?

Nah, I caught a bus.

You caught a bus? What, with a sword and a shark mask?

No, I had it in my backpack.

- I don't know what else to say. - Tyson...

I'd like to ask you a few questions about the car you stole.

No, I don't wanna talk about that.

I did my time.

It's just that the door was locked and the roof was up

so how did you get in there?

And how did you get past that state-of-the-art alarm? Now...

that was impressive.

I refuse to say anything on the grounds

it might incriminate me.

Did your lawyer tell you to say that?

CSI.

We cut Tyson out of that Ferrari. I was there, I saw it.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean he stole it.

Maybe it was the person who got Tyson to rob the bank.

What's up with you and Chick?

I got her partner locked up when Tyson was about 10.

I thought him not being home to bash the kids would help

but then Chick just took over his job selling crack, kids in tow.

He did six months, came out worse than ever.

Nobody lived happily ever after.

What have you got?

Well, I did a deep dive on Chick's finances

and I don't wanna be judgy

but she is in the deep poo money-wise.

Like, the banks have shut down all of her accounts

and she owes money to most shops in town

and that's just the legit places.

- So, she's desperate? - Yeah.

Why would Tyson rob a bank for her, though?

Oh, and I got what you wanted too, so...

Can you...

Just scooch.

- Are they all yours? - Well, yeah, in one way or another.

It was totaled in the crash

but Ferraris have this amazing backup system.

Nice.

Sorry, w... what is this?

Uh, the GPS reading from the Ferrari the night it was stolen.

Does that route look right to you?

Yeah.

Um, this is where Tyson stole the Ferrari in Fairglen.

- Mm-hmm. - This is the back road.

It goes all the way around to Shontel's.

Whoo!

This is the bay. He drives her around there.

And on that corner, that's where they crash.

Are there any security cameras on that road?

Uh...

Well, not, not officially.

Fuck.

Okay.

Okay.

Tyson said right off the mark

he stole the Ferrari.

There was no reason to investigate it.

Okay.

So, see, there's that security camera just there

but there's another one around the back facing behind you.

And this guy grows weed for supply, right?

Yeah. Alex.

I mean, just weed.

Wait here.

Alex.

This about the bank?

Uh, no.

But I do have a way that you can make that up to me

that whole stapler thing.

- Okay. - I need your cameras.

You need my cameras?

Yeah. We're looking for a blue Ferrari convertible

I would say, like, six months ago.

She's new.

Not really, but you can trust her. She's fine. So--

A blue convertible Ferrari about six months ago, you say?

Yeah. I know, it's a long shot.

No, no. I can... I can help with that.

Shit. Really? Do you still have that?

Yeah. It was a Ferrari.

It was a Ferrari.

Okay. Okay.

Um, maybe we could, uh, have a quick look at that footage.

Well, I can show you mine... if you show me yours.

Alex, don't.

Just...

Maybe we could just look at the footage now

and I will come back tomorrow.

No... no. It is now or never.

Okay, you give me 10 minutes and you can take the footage.

Ten minutes? No. No... no.

- Seven minutes. - Deb.

Whoa. New girl. Thank, thank you.

This is between me and her.

Five minutes.

Five minutes.

Yep.

Wait in the car.

Come on, let's go. Get it over with.

Okay.

You saw me, didn't you?

Yeah!

I saw.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah.

You were right.

It wasn't Tyson who stole it.

What's the bet this is our "Jungle Cat"?

I'm gonna send this to Gala, see if she can get an ID on him.

- What are you doing? - Hmm?

Well, what do you think I'm doing? Painting your stolen car for you.

What's in your hand?

Show me your hand.

Do you want me to finish this job or what?

Sneaky little bitch.

You done, Shontel?

Two minutes, that's it. I promise.

Okey-dokey.

Yeah. Hey, Gala, it's, uh, Tits here.

Look, there's an e-mail here for you from Mihi.

Can you come down to the station?

Hey, do you know what the cool thing is about e-mails?

Is that you can already get them on your phone.

- I'm running him through FRS now. - Oh.

Facial recognition systems.

Whoa, this dude's one really bad mother--

Oi.

I'm on it, Tits.

I told you, you are not allowed on my laptop.

Holy shit.

Time's up.

The boss thinks you know too much.

Yeah?

Well, the cops are coming because I messaged someone.

Yeah?

By "someone," you mean the kid?

Look, Fox

you're not gonna find another painter that's as good as me, okay?

And especially not somebody with... who has their own berth

where nobody can see you coming and going with stolen cars.

And I mean, I'm good.

I'm good, Fox. I'm s-- I'm the fucking best.

Check it out.

Jungle Cat got a history?

Plus outstandings on multiple charges.

We need to get there.

Shit.

Shontel, what you got yourself mixed up in?

Well, I don't understand why Tyson

took the rap for stealing the Ferrari.

Why would he do that?

Love.

Sorry, babe.

- Just following orders. - Wait, no... no, Fox.

No... no, Fox. Fox!

Wait.

Ah!

Looking for these?

No, wait.

Police! Let her go!

He's mine!

Hey, stop!

Fuck. Jesus fucking...

Hey!

Get down here, you little fuck.

Hey!

Stop right there.

Fox!

No chance.

Fuck you, pig!

Shontel! Shontel! Enough. Stop!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on... come on.

- I got him. - Do you want a hiding?

- Ah! - Hey... hey.

Get off me! Fuck!

- Hey... hey. - Hey.

Yeah, that's right. Get fucked, Fox.

You're insane.

You crazy bitch!

I'm the best in the country

and I started on go-karts when I was six

and I do things like this, on the sides and all.

Those are, um... those are nice. Nicer than mine.

So did you know that the cars were stolen?

- You knew the cars were stolen. - Yeah.

Yeah. So you were paid to repaint them?

Of course I was paid. I'm a professional

and I was saving up to buy a proper paint shop

until Ty messed things up.

- Ty? - Yeah.

Okay. Can you, um...

can you tell me about the night of the crash?

So Fox dropped off this Ferrari convertible.

Mm-hmm.

And it was an amazing car, and I called Ty to come look at it

and he was like, "Oh, baby, like

let me take it for a drive. Please, baby, please."

And so because I'm an idiot, I let him

and he spun it out on a corner and totaled it.

And I was like, "You have to take the rap for it.

Like, you have to tell the cops that you stole it

or else we'll both be in total shit with Fox."

Which Tyson did, he took the rap?

Yeah, which was cool.

But then Fox's boss still wanted the money for it

and there was no way that I could do that

'cause it's worth, like, a zillion bucks.

So Fox said that I could do the painting work

and pay it off that way

but then, "nek minnit," he's, like...

still wanting the money for the Ferrari

and is trying to kill me.

- Did you make Tyson rob the bank? - No.

I guess he was just trying to pay off my debt for the Ferrari.

It's such a dumb, such a dumb idea

robbing a bank to help me out, but...

it's kind of romantic.

Is that uncomfortable 'cause you only have the one side

and... did you want... Or you...

- Whatever. - Oh, my God.

No, no, it's fine.

You didn't tell me?

Fourteen containers identified so far.

It's big business for those boys.

Yeah. Hope the courts go easy on Shontel.

And Tyson.

Well, Shontel's convinced

they were busted because of Fox's bad karma.

It wasn't bad karma.

It's good police work.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Oi. All right, here we go.

Yes.

Cha-ching.

Cha-ching is right.

This would get a mint overseas, truly.

I mean, look at this thing.

Sorry.

Mm.

Uh.

Shit.

Take my heart

It used to be so supple and sweet

And now it's withered on the vine

There's before

And then there's after

You were mine

Just up here, the one before the school.

Look at that.

Picket fence and all.

Okay. I seriously...

honestly didn't know you worked here.

I've been here for eight years.

Your whole whanau know me.

But they don't know you as--

- What? - Nothing.

Spit it out, Mihi.

- They don't call you by your name. - What?

"Kaimanawa."

It's just a nickname.

- It's a "little fat pony." - No.

Kaimanawa not fat.

They're tough.

Tough little horses.

Not what I expected.

- Because he's not Maori? - 'Cause he's he.

Go home, Deb.

- You've had a tough day. - Yep, true that.

True that.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Turn around. Oh, mm-mm.

There's before

And then there's after

You were mine

You were mine... mine

Sun comes up

Sun goes down

World keeps rolling Around and around

The hands on the clock

Going tick-tock, tick-tock

That ain't the way That I measure time

There's just before

And then there's after