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[seagulls squawking faintly]

[pensive atmospheric music]

[pensive music continues]

[soft buzzing, faintly]

[soft buzzing]

[female voice, on app]The cat prefers blue pyjamas.

Le chat préfère les pyjamas bleus.

[man] Le chat préfère les pyjamas bleus.

[female voice, on app]The cat eats pizza on the bus.

Le chat mange de la pizza dans le bus.

[man] Le chat mange de la pizza dans le bus.

[soft buzzing continues]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone whoops]

[cell phone ringing]

[man on phone] G'day, Hank.

Has my favourite runner finished brekky yet?

Because it's go time!

I don't clock in for an hour, Iggy.

- Got an appointment at 7, so...-Oh, yeah, that's right.

Well, as soon as you're done,

I need my "big American war hero" in top form.

We have a couple of tricky clients this morning, mate,

so I need you to be at the top of your game.

- I don't want any excuses. - OK.

We have got money to make, and you are...

- Iggy, I got it, I got it.-..my number one money maker.

I'll be ready after the appointment,

not a second sooner.

[engine revs]

That's right, John. Thank you for sharing.

Ladies and gents,

we have a very special sober birthday today.

Our resident Yank.

- [man] Congratulations, Hank. - Thank you.

Good on ya, buddy.

[attendees clapping]

[wistful atmospheric music]

[cell phone ringing]

[engine starting up]

[Hank] OK, Iggy.

[Iggy] You're out of your meeting?

- [Hank] Yep.-Great. You ready to rock?

[Hank] Sure. What's the itinerary?

["Spirit in the Sky" plays]

First one I think you're gonna love.

Some senior minister,

who's supposed to vote on a major cabinet decision today,

- has apparently gone walkabout. - [elevator dings]

But my guy, Detective Manoa,

has tracked him down in some fancy hotel.

Cops on payroll now, huh?

Moving up in the world, Iggy.

Why not just have your tickle buddy Manoa handle it, then?

That's 'cause the government wants it off book, mate.

Oh, and, Hank?

- [woman giggling]-You've got the green light

to do whatever it takes.

- I don't hurt people anymore.-Oh, yeah?

Well, I got a text here that literally reads,

"Premier said runner can kick arse if necessary."

- [snoring] - I gotta go.

♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

♪ When they lay me down to die ♪

♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪

[grunts, groans wearily]

Up. Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up.

[both grunt]

[minister gasps]

[exhales]

[slurring] I'm sorry.

Will you hold me?

[mumbling, groaning]

- Let's go. - Oh...

[Iggy] This next one involves some hotshot tech CEO's bird.

Wait, bird?

I don't know. Yeah, just do whatever he says.

Iggy, did you say "bird"?

- [bird squawks] - Here she is.

[squawks]

It's going to my bitch ex-wife.

She got him in the divorce.

- Careful, though. She's beaky! - Beaky?

OK, I'm in the middle of a meditation, so I really have--

Whoa, whoa... Why isn't animal control handling this?

'Cause it's a Queen Bavaria conure.

What does that...? I don't know birds.

It's an endangered parakeet.

Endangered, like illegal?

What I'm saying is, it's worth a fortune.

It was either give her the FUCKING BIRD

or the Bentley.

Cheers, mate.

Namaste.

♪ Prepare yourself ♪

- ♪ You know it's a must ♪ - Namaste.

♪ Gotta have a friend in Jesus ♪

♪ So you know that when you die ♪

♪ He's gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky ♪

♪ Whoa, he'll recommend you to the spirit in the sky ♪

♪ (Spirit in the sky) ♪

♪ That's where you're gonna go when you die ♪

♪ (When you die) ♪

♪ When you die and they lay you to rest ♪

♪ You're gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

[buzzes intercom]

[woman, over intercom]What do you want?

Uh, yeah, I got your parakeet thing?

You tell Daryl I don't want that bird,

I want the Bentley!

You're not gettin' the Bentley!

Oh, yeah? Fuck you!

[Daryl] You haven't done that in years, ya moll!

I wouldn't touch you if you were the last thing on Earth!

Oh, yeah? Well, I'd rather do anything else but you!

Then shove that bird up your arse!

Can you just... just tell me what to do with the bird?!

- Kill it!-Keep it!

[sighs]

[bird squawks]

- [water lapping gently] - [sirens in distance]

- [soft music] - [exhales gently]

[line ringing]

[clears throat]

[line continues ringing]

[Monica on phone] Hi, Hank.

Hey, Mon.

What's going on?

I was just, um...

I was calling 'cause, uh...

...I got my one year coin today.

And I... I guess I just, yeah...

...wanted you to know.

Oh.

Well, that's... that's really good to hear, Hank.

You've worked really hard for that.

- Yeah, um... - [baby crying over phone]

[Monica] Hey there, hey, hey. Come on, come on.

Come to Mommy. Come on.

- Shh. It's OK. - [crying dims]

- How are you?-I'm fine.

The baby's keeping me up most nights, and I swear I don't

remember you and I ever being this knackered with Isabel.

She was always so...

- Mellow?-Yeah.

[door clicking over phone]

Um, listen, Josh just got home. I've gotta go.

Congratulations, Hank. I'm... I'm happy for you.

[inhales]

[sighs deeply]

[cell phone ringing]

Iggy, please, just let me eat my lunch.

[Iggy] Mate, I'm sorry, but something's just come in

that's a huge pay day.

And it's very time sensitive.

So we gotta move on it right now.

But it should be really easy, Hank.

- Fine, I'm listening.-OK, as we speak,

there's a private jet heading from Honolulu to Brisbane

with a highly sensitive medical package on board.

All you gotta do is pick it up at 3 o'clock.

Not a second later, Hank.

And just drive it straight to Albany Creek.

What do you mean by "medical package"?

[bird squawks]

["Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" plays]

♪ She was a long cool woman in a black dress... ♪

[man] Wait a second - you've got a layover

on one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world

and you don't have any plans?

[woman] No, I don't.

Look, I understand that the ink is barely dry

and divorce can seem like an ending,

but you gotta look at it as a beginning.

Audrey, trust me. I've had three of 'em.

You're gonna love it, I promise you.

- But you gotta get out there. - I don't know, Ben.

Room service and an early night sounds pretty good right now.

No, no, I cannot let you do that.

It sounds like a defeat, and I want you to have a victory.

Hey, you know what?

After I make this delivery,

I'm gonna drive back to Brisbane and we all go out.

But you were gonna go see the Great Barrier Reef.

I've seen it!

Plus, when you got a man overboard,

you gotta keep plans fluid!

[Ben chuckles]

And there's this great seafood restaurant

that has these beautiful little angasi oysters

that they pair with a Chardonnay from Tasmania

that made me feel like I was gonna go blind

- after I drank it. - Wow, you're a foodie?

Not a foodie, I'm a bon vivant.

- [chuckles] - [Ben] Big difference.

So, what do ya say?

OK, I'm in.

Yes! She's in!

All right! I will see you later.

And, listen, a mother and her little daughter

thank all of you guys.

We're heroes today.

- ♪ One look I was a bad mess ♪ - Hey.

How you doin'? Thank you. Great to be here.

♪ 'Cause that long cool woman had it all. ♪

So it doesn't live in the sky, in the ocean or on land,

but it can travel through all three?

[monitor beeping steadily]

And you're sure it's not...

a flying monkey with fish gills?!

- I'm sure. - But it does have wings?

How big?

[gasps theatrically]

Wowee!

Mom, I'm tired.

It's OK.

[fondly] That's enough for now. Yeah.

[kisses repeatedly]

[gentle, tender music]

[gasps]

[sighs, sniffles]

[exhales heavily]

Kate. Can I have a word?

So, I got a call from Kuakini Medical Center in Honolulu.

I didn't want to tell you any of this

until I was absolutely sure, but now I am.

We have a match, Kate.

[gasps]

Now, the liver was supposed to come

straight to the Gold Coast,

but they had to be redirected to Brisbane,

where a private courier -

who I have been assured is the cream of the crop -

will pick it up and drive it straight to us.

[female voice, on app]Imagine that your throat

is a disposal drain.

Now say "rouge".

- [trilling] Rouge. Rouge. - [blues rock music]

♪ I've been everywhere ♪

♪ A-go, go, go, go ♪

♪ I'm a one-man train... ♪

[Ben] Hank?

You're Hank, aren't you? I knew it.

Hank is a "big guy" name.

There you go. How you doin'? Ben Bishop. You ready?

Sure. I can take it now, Mr Bishop.

Call me "Ben". Mr Bishop was my father's name.

Sure. Can I have it?

- You already do. - What are you talking about?

You're delivering me. I'm delivering something.

You see, this is a state-of-the-art,

temperature-controlled organ preservation system.

Hermano, this is not a FedEx package.

So, today, you get to be the delivery man's delivery man.

- Copy that? - Not really.

All right, we're off like a prom dress.

You got one of those smart thingies right there, right?

So what we're gonna do,

we're gonna set a halfway mark and a final mark alarm.

At the halfway mark, we call the doctor,

let her know we're on target for a 5 o'clock arrival

and just lower everybody's blood pressure.

The only one who's worked up right now is you.

Yeah, probably. That's how I get when I'm excited.

I'll get us there in 15 minutes.

It's 15 minutes to the Gold Coast Hospital?

No - I was told we were delivering this

- to Albany Creek. - No. What, what...?

OK, thank God I'm here.

Listen, this isn't me coming down on you.

What happens is, people start playing telephone,

one guy says Beverly Boulevard, the other says Beverly Drive.

- I know what I was told. - And things get screwed up.

I know what I heard. I heard Albany Creek.

Gold Coast Hospital. End of story.

Let me do my job, OK, and then you can do yours.

Now, you want me in the front or the back?

You want me in the back, right?

'Cause you like your own damn space. OK.

But, hey, don't be surprised if you're begging me

to ride shotgun.

But I won't do it, 'cause I think better in the back.

Uh, Hank? You already got a passenger back here.

- [bird squawks] - It's a long story.

[Ben] I bet.

- Well, I like long stories. - [cell phone whoops]

[Ben, fondly] Oh! Hello!

Why is 5 the magic number?

Well, actually, 5:45 is the magic number.

But I just say 5 to give us a little breathing room.

You see, organs have a window of viability.

And because we're coming in from Honolulu,

we're already running a little bit behind.

But it's OK.

[engine revs]

[Hank] What happens after 5:45?

After 5:45, the chances of the body accepting the organ

get a... well, it gets a little trickier.

[engine starting up]

[low foreboding music]

[soft, ethereal vocalising]

Hey, do you ever have that?

Where you're, like, so exhausted

that you're actually kinda wired?

That's where I'm at.

You're not very chatty, are you?

- No. - [chuckles]

That's gonna be a little bit of a problem.

Only because I kinda talk a lot.

But why don't we do this?

I'm gonna dial it down a little bit,

and you crank it way up, and we meet in the middle.

- How's that sound? - I don't mean to be rude--

You know, my first ex-wife used to say

you can divide the world into two different buckets.

Bucket number one,

they're drinking that Ben Bishop Kool-Aid, glug, glug.

And then, the other one?

Too much sugar, yeah. Starts to make 'em sick.

I don't know, you could be in bucket number two,

it's too early to tell.

But that's all right.

That's where the ex-wives usually ended up.

But, guess what, I think I'm gonna win you over.

- Hey, listen, Mr Bishop-- - Oh, Iggy's calling.

- Yeah? - [Iggy] Update me, mate.

- I picked him up.-Him?

Yeah, the medical courier. Ben Bishop.

Who the fuck is Ben Bishop, Hank?

You're just supposed to pick up a package.

He is the package.

The total package.

He transports the organ, I transport him.

You booked this thing. Why am I explaining this to you?

[uneasily] OK... All right. Um, where are ya, mate?

I already told ya, I'm on the way.

No, I mean specifically, Hank. Where are you specifically?

I'm in the Clem7 Tunnel, OK?

Clem7? What are you doing on the Clem7, Hank?!

- You need to be on the M1! - Iggy, calm down!

The address you gave me is wrong, all right?

We're going to the Gold Coast Hospital.

We're on our way there. What's the problem?

Look, just go to the address I fucking gave you

and stop fuckin' about!

Hey, hey, whoa... Hey, Iggy? It's the total package here.

With all due respect, I'm in charge here today, OK?

So the address isn't up for debate.

You had it wrong, we corrected it.

Problem solved. Copy?

Uh, OK, look, I gotta go. Just stay by your phone, Hank.

- You got a fortune in that car. - Wait, what did you just say?

Oh. My, you got a real crankopotamus there.

[engine starting up]

The plan's changed. Gotta go.

[bikers chattering indistinctly]

[engine revs]

[bikers chattering indistinctly]

OK, everything good on this end,

which gives us time to circle back to hearing about the bird.

'Cause we got a lot of time.

Why don't you just let me eat my lunch first?

Be a lot easier to talk once I've eaten.

Yeah, I get like that too.

What kind of sandwich you having?

[sighs]

It's a croque monsieur.

[Ben] Oh, a French sandwich!

And you're learning French. That's unusual.

Are you a Francophile?

How'd you know I study French?

Because of the app on your phone.

[bird] Peekaboo!

Are you...? Did you hear that?!

[stammers] He can talk!

Did you teach him to talk? Huh?

Can you say it again?

- Peekaboo! - [bird] Peekaboo!

[laughing] This is the best day of my life!

We could make some money on this. We gotta name him.

What's his name? Let's call him Spirit.

Spirit! One more time.

Can you two cut that out? That's enough.

OK, OK. OK.

Spirit, come on. Police up your shit.

All right, Tiny says fun's over.

[atmospheric music builds]

Brisbane. Beautiful.

And a river runs through it.

[unsettling music]

[Ben] OK, you still haven't answered the question.

Are you a Francophile?

Why do you keep asking me that?

[Ben] You know, you're learning French, which is unusual,

'cause you're in Australia.

It's like you're Napoleon, right?

Except a big Napoleon!

There's a little girl in the visor.

Does she have something to do with it?

- Enough. Mr Bishop-- - "Ben". Call me "Ben".

No... No, Mr Bishop! Look, I don't know you, OK?

And to be completely honest, I--

[unsettling music builds]

Oh, shit.

What's the matter?

[tires screeching]

Let me ask you a question.

How much does one of those go for on the black market?

Why would you ask me something like that?

Just answer the question.

Well, if someone's desperate enough

and they got the money...

For this particular liver? I dunno, a million, maybe.

- A million? - Well, I mean... [stammering]

The donor and recipient

have the rarest blood type on the planet.

Rh-null. People call it "golden blood".

So if you only got 50 or 60 people in the world

walking around with it, it's kinda priceless.

But, Hank, I really don't like this conversation.

Where are you going with this?

OK.

Do you know how the donor died?

No. And I'm asking you, where are you going--

- Just answer the question. - I...

I can look on the online database - Godspeed.

What?

Homicide.

Don't turn around at what I'm about to tell you.

- What? - I believe the same group

that killed that guy in Hawaii is following us now.

What are you talking about?

I need you to listen to me, Ben. Do exactly as I say.

- Hold it-- - [Hank] Take your phone out,

get the camera up, reverse the lens.

Soon as that car behind us gets close enough,

I want you to take a picture of the license plate.

- You understand? - W...

I'm gonna take us on a little detour downtown.

[engine revs]

[tense music builds]

OK, it's behind us.

I see it.

[tires screeching]

Are you seeing this? There's a second car right behind us.

Calm down. I see it.

[tires screeching]

- [tense music continues] - [tires screech]

Good - they didn't make the turn, it's just the one.

[tense music builds]

[driver] Hey, buddy! I'm talking to you!

What are you doing? Come on, I gotta get outta here!

- You can't stop there! - [horns blaring]

- [Ben] Hey, what's he doing? - Snap the plate.

- [cell phone clicks] - I got it.

[Hank] Here we go.

- [horns blaring] - [tires screeching]

That got the heart goin'.

No more jet lag, I tell ya that. I'm wide awake.

Turns out fear gets rid of jet lag.

[tires screeching]

[ominous sting]

Hey... what do we do?

Stay calm.

[ominous music builds]

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

[Hank] I see them.

Guns. They got guns.

[Hank] Stay calm.

- Stay calm? - That's right.

[Ben] That's what they say right before the plane's about

to crash - which really means, "Pray."

Which really means, "We're fucked!"

Yeah, 'cause I'm not getting calming energy

from the Grim Reaper there or this guy.

Ben. Keep your hand on the package.

Secure the bird if you can.

What?

[engine revs sharply]

[biker grunts]

- [grunts] - [glass shatters]

- [gunshots ring out] - Go, go, go!

- [bird] Peekaboo! - [pedestrians shouting]

[gunshots ring out]

[man in suit] Let's go! Come on!

[dramatic music rises]

- [music subsides] - Hey, Julie.

Hey. Hey.

When is the guy gonna call, again?

Dr Ainsley said the courier checks in at the halfway mark.

And how long from now is that?

I've checked my phone so many times

I don't even know what the hell I'm looking at anymore.

We're tracking it, Kate. OK? I'm sorry.

But we will let you know as soon as we hear anything.

OK? I promise.

[dramatic music swells]

From the time that liver stepped out of a body

to the time it stepped into this car,

someone got bought off.

How many people know what you have

and where you're headed?

I don't know, I...

[Ben breathing unevenly]

You know what? We gotta pull over.

I gotta go... I'm having a hard time breathing.

Ben, not a good time to freak out right now.

I'm not freaking out, but I want to get out of this car.

No, we can't get out of the car right now, Ben, OK?

- Take a deep breath. - OK. Yeah...

All right, I need you not to freak out.

I'm processing, OK? I wanna get out of the car.

- You're freaking out right now. - This is processing.

And processing means, get the fuck out of the car now!

- [Hank] Oh, shit. - Now what?

[Hank] Don't worry. Put your hand on your chest and breathe.

Just think for one second, OK?

Think through the people that know. Count.

OK, uh... from the surgeon

to the stewardess and the pilots, 12.

Or no... with you guys, I guess, 14.

- Who are the last two? - You and your employer.

[ominous sting]

[cell phone ringing]

[tires screeching]

Hey. Hey...

You... you know, maybe this is a one-man job.

You're obviously a capable guy

and I don't want to slow you down.

I probably oversold how complicated this is.

- It's a refrigerated cooler. - [bird] Peekaboo!

You drop it off, you give 'em the codes, you're done.

Just drop me off up ahead, I'll figure my own way back.

- [ringing continues] - [tense music builds]

Did you hear me? Hey? Are you listening to me?

[Iggy] Didn't I tell you to pick up your phone?

- Iggy, listen---No.

Do you have any idea how pissed off they are?

You've completely horse-fucked this, Hank!

They want you to pull over right now and wait for them

- to confirm the address-- - Iggy, shut up and listen, OK?

We got a serious fuckin' problem here. What?

I don't know who the "they" is he's referring to.

Hank. Hank!

- [Hank] What do you mean? - The hospital has my number.

They're waiting for my call, not his.

Are you sure they wouldn't call him?

[Ben] No. They don't have his number.

[Iggy] Hank, what the fuck, mate?

[Hank] Iggy, I'm gonna call you back in a second, buddy.

- No. No, you're kidding me-- - [phone beeps]

- Keep going. - There's no grey area here.

All lines of communication gotta go through me, legally.

Once the package is in transit, that's the way it works.

[tense music continues]

- [knocking] - [Dr Ainsley] Come in.

Hi.

Sorry to bother you, Doctor.

Um, I know there's a protocol about when the courier calls,

but I was just...

- I... I'm just going-- - Yes, I get it. Mm-hm.

Is... is there any chance that we can just

call the guy right now and... and check in?

Just make sure everything's OK?

It would make me feel so much better.

Uh... of course. Of course.

Let me just find his number.

[engines revving, tires screeching]

[dramatic music rises]

[cell phone ringing]

- [Iggy] Hank. - I'm here, Iggy.

Hank, I swear to God,

if you hang up on me again, I'm gonna--

You'll what? You'll fucking what?!

Just pull the car over, Hank! Just please, please pull over.

- [cell phone ringing] - You're not a criminal, Iggy.

Are they listening in right now?

Yes.

And I need you to listen to me.

[voice cracking]Hank... Hank...

[Iggy choking, spluttering]

- [strained] Hank... [choking] - Iggy?

Iggy?

[man with accent]All you had to do

was roll down your window and hand me the case.

Never have to see me again.

But it's a new world now, don't you think,

Hank Malone?

You're ex-military, no?

Big macho American in the desert?

So you know how quickly shit can get out of control.

[line ringing]

You're not Australian either, huh?

[man] No shit. What gave me away?

[Hank] Dumb accent.

The fact that most of the Aussies I've met are nice.

You sound like an arsehole.

I can be nice, if you can.

We gonna keep flirting or you gonna tell me the rules

of this "new world"?

[man laughs]Here are the rules.

Pull that Land Cruiser over and give me what I want,

or I'm going to kill him.

How about we do one of those classic countdowns?

- What do you think, Iggy? - [cell phone ringing]

Let's give your little runner here a chance

to do right by the hand that feeds him.

Hey, should I get this?

[Iggy] Please, Hank. I'm begging you mate, please.

- Who's getting it? - Getting what?

The fucking liver, Ben!

- [man with accent] You ready? - It's for a kid.

- What? - [Ben] Yeah. Little girl.

She's seven. Her name's Ellie Baker.

She's got a rare form of liver cancer, aggressive,

and it's been accelerating.

[man with accent] I'm gonna take your silence as a yes?

- How long has she been sick? - Half her life.

And if she doesn't get this today, that's it,

she's not gonna make it, she's gonna die.

[horn blaring]

[man] Three...

I'm sorry, Iggy.

[man] ..two...

[dramatic music rises]

[tires screeching]

- Hey! Look out! - [horns blaring]

- Peekaboo! - [tires screech]

[tires screech]

[man] ..one.

[gunshot]

[man] Here's your jefe.

Are you taking me seriously now, Hank Malone?

[horns beeping]

- [tires screech] - [horn blares]

Hey! The fuck you think you're doin'?!

[in English] Damián...

Get out here, you fuck!

[gunshot]

Damián, por favor...

Damián...

[gunshot]

[in English] It was rhetorical anyways.

[sniffs sharply]

Get this pile of shit out of my car.

[exhales heavily]

[tires screeching]

Man, who the hell is this guy?

[Hank] Well, my guess is he's cartel.

Cartel? A...

As in cartel cartel? Like Pablo Escobar cartel?

Escobar died 40 years ago, but, yeah, something similar.

Well, what is the cartel doing in Queensland Australia?

Oh, I don't know, Ben.

Maybe they heard about the world-class scuba diving.

- [cell phone ringing] - OK, here, it's the hospital.

This is Ben Bishop.

Ah. Uh... Mr Bishop, this is Dr Meredith Ainsley.

I'm the Director here at GCCH.

I have a very anxious mom here who would--

Sure. Meredith, listen, is the mom in the room with you?

- She is. Mm-hm.-OK, I'm gonna suggest

maybe you have her leave the room for this.

Um, OK. Uh, sounds like everything's in order, Kate.

So if you could just give me the room?

The courier, his name is Ben. He sounds very nice...

- You're sure everything is...? - Absolutely.

We just need to bang out a few boring clerical things.

- [inhales deeply] - Why don't you go check in

on everyone's favourite patient, OK?

[softly] Thank you.

[footsteps receding]

What's happening, Ben?

OK, several men, we don't know who,

followed us from the airport, and they want what we have.

They want it - bad.

Hello? Meredith?

Uh, sorry, Ben. Yes, um...

Listen, I have no idea how they knew

this package was arriving today, but they did.

[unsettling music builds]

It's him.

[breathing raggedly]

[coughing wheezily]

[doctor] Hello?

Listen to me carefully.

If you let anything happen to her while I'm gone,

I'll cut your own liver out of your belly

and feed it to your children tonight.

Understand?

[doctor] Yes.

- [unsettling music intensifies] - [engine revving]

OK, and how about calling the police?

If these guys are cartel,

it means they've hired local muscle.

Local muscle means Infractores.

Infractores means they paid off the cops.

- [Ben] Oh, come on... - I'm the only one we can trust.

Hold it. Wait... [stammers]

Who... Well, what are "Infractors"?

A gang that'll hang you from the ceiling by your testicles

if you make 'em happy enough.

Wait, w... Why would you

tell me something like that?!

'Cause you asked, Ben.

Yeah, and you know I'm on edge right now.

That's TMI! Big-time! OK?

Let me give you page one of the report on Ben Bishop -

not a hang-from-the-testicles kinda guy, OK?

So-so, we need a plan.

- You got one? - I'm working on it.

- We need more than that! - Are you rushing me right now?

We need to get there, OK?

What do you think I'm trying to do, Ben?!

- You wanna drive, Ben? - [Ben] No...

Why don't you grab it, backseat driver?

Just look at the road. Here we go.

By all means, come up here and fucking drive.

Listen, I don't know how to drive

from the opposite side--

- [metal crunching] - [tires screech]

- [woman] Oh, my God! What-- - [onlookers gasping]

- Dude, you OK? - [Ben panting]

Not really, no.

[metal crunches, grinds]

[onlookers exclaiming, gasping]

[woman] Oh, my God! Look what he did!

Well, you said you wanted to get out.

[man] He just drove right over!

[onlookers muttering in disbelief]

[woman] Gotta call an ambulance!

- This way, Ben. - [woman] He's got a gun!

- [gunshots ring out] - Grab and stay down!

- [gunshots ring out] - [panicked shouting, screaming]

- Agh! - [gunshots ring out]

- Peekaboo! - Spirit!

[mouthing silently]

[screaming continues]

[gunfire]

It's at your 5 o'clock.

How sturdy is that case, Ben?

You can knock it around a little but you can't shoot it!

- [gunshots] - OK. OK!

I got this.

[singsong voice] Hank Malone!

I think we got off on the...

er... how do you say in English, er, "pé errado"?

This fuckin' guy...

I think you're trying to say "wrong foot", amigo!

Wrong foot! Yes.

Fuck.

Let's be on the right foot, you and me.

[whispers] Back up.

That's preferable, no?

Hey, what do you say we start with you putting away your gun?

Ooh. Guns down?

OK.

Guns down.

You know, Iggy spoke so highly of you.

[Hank] That's really sweet of him.

He called you...

...his gentle giant.

So you must agree, it would be best if we kept things...

...gentle.

Oh, of course.

[whispers] What are you doing? Hank!

Why don't we shake on it, go for a beer?

[laughs]

Why do you even care?

Some bitch you don't know has a shitty day,

what does it matter to you?

What's it matter to you?

A million?

That sound about right?

You don't know nothing.

Don't make me kill more innocent people today,

gentle giant.

Oh, no, we don't want anybody else to die over this.

This case is so much trouble, dude.

- [whispers] Gimme the case. - What?

- [Hank] Give it. - No.

- Ben, give it. - Hey, no.

- [whispers] Goddammit, no! - Give me the case.

[shouting] All right!

Here it is! See?

I'm gonna leave it right here!

- It's all yours, OK? - That sounds good.

[Hank] We're gonna back away slowly...

...so no one gets hurt.

[tense music builds]

[gasps]

- [explosion booms] - [bikers grunt]

- [fire whooshes] - [bikers exclaim]

[slow rock music]

♪ You must beware ♪

♪ There's violence in ♪

Go this way.

♪ The air... ♪

Stop.

- [fires gun] - [woman] He's got a gun!

[panicked shouting, screaming]

Hank!

["Motor City Madhouse" plays]

[cocks gun]

[Ben groans]

[biker] Gimme the fuckin' case.

Tell 'em we got it. [grunts]

[wails in agony]

[biker groans]

- Stay the fuck down!-♪ Whoa, when you see my name ♪

♪ Gonna set this town a flame That's right ♪

- [gunshots] - [biker cries out]

[gunshot]

- [Hank grunts]-♪ Whoa! You best beware ♪

♪ There's violence in the air tonight ♪

[biker screams]

[biker] Get the fuckin' case!

- [bones crack]-♪ This mad dog town's ♪

♪ Gonna set you free ♪

- ♪ Gonna set you free ♪ - [biker] You son of a bitch!

[groans]

Get the case!

Get the gun!

[gunshot]

[cocks gun]

- [gunshot] - [biker grunts]

- You mother--!-♪ Whoa... ♪

[gunshot]

[biker screams]

- Agh!-♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Motor City madhouse ♪

- ♪ Motor City madhouse ♪ - [biker groans]

♪ Motor City madhouse ♪

- ♪ Motor City madhouse ♪ - [gunshot]

[biker moans]♪ Motor City madhouse ♪

♪ Motor City madhouse ♪ - You shot my arse!

♪ Motor City madhouse ♪

[song slowing down]♪ Motor City madhouse. ♪

Let me say it for him... Uncle.

Let's go.

[body thuds]

[people screaming]

Hold on, hold on, man. I gotta get this shit...

- What are ya doin'? - I gotta get this off.

What are you doing? You gotta do that right now?

Yeah, 'cause I can't breathe, man.

[vehicle approaching]

[Ben] What? What?

They're somewhere here.

Yeah.

Yeah. This way.

[uneasy music swells]

[engine starting up]

Iggy, you weasel.

Oh!

Oh, fuck yeah. Let's go.

[cell phone pings]

Fuck! He's in a car.

Let's go!

We aren't gonna make it on foot.

This ain't gonna work.

- [Hank huffs] - Hey.

Come on.

I know someone who can help.

They're five minutes from here.

[dramatic music]

[tires screech]

[uneasy music]

Where are they?

[driver whimpers, wails]

Where the fuck are they?

I don't know what you're fucking talking about!

[driver wails]

[frustrated sigh]

[mutters]

Hey.

I know you didn't really sign up for this,

so if you want to bail, now's the time.

Bail? Ben Bishop can't bail now.

Especially not after I've done all the hard stuff. No way.

We're both heroes today.

[Ben] Knock.

How do I look?

What do you mean? You look fine.

- You got some blood on you. - You look crazy.

- Do I look like you? - Just tuck in your shirt.

Tuck in my shirt? You're covered in blood!

[woman] Meet you outside!

Hank?

Hi, Mon.

What are you doing here?

Are you leaving?

Yeah, we're just... we're going for a walk.

OK.

Uh...

Hi.

- Hi. I'm Monica. - Oh, this is...

- I'm, uh... Hank's ex- wife. - Hi.

Oh!

OK!

Well, I'm Ben Bishop. I'm a good friend of Hank's.

And, yeah, we've... you know, as you can see,

we've got a little bit of a situation here.

- It's been kind of a crazy... - Oh!

You're Hank's sponsor?

- Oh, n-no, I'm not his sponsor. - What? No...

I'm... I'm a little bit of a mentor, I can see that, but...

No, this has nothing to do with his recovery.

I've taught him things.

[Josh] OK, we're strapped and ready!

Hey. Hank?

- How are ya? - Great, Josh.

- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- Ben Bishop. How's it going? - Hey. How you doing? Josh.

Hi, Josh. And who is this little wild man?

[Josh] This little ankle biter is Jack. Say, "Hi," Jack.

- [Ben] Hi. He's so cute! [Josh] Hi, Jack. Hey.

- Is that a Guaruba guarouba?! - Yeah.

Wow! They're worth a lot. How'd ya get your hands on that?

Can someone just tell me what the hell's going on?

[Spirit caws]

Uh...

Well, I can't explain the bird,

'cause Hank hasn't told me that part of the story.

Too long to tell, apparently.

But the rest of it's pretty easy.

There's a little girl that's very sick

in the Gold Coast Children's Hospital.

And this guy - your ex-husband, hero here -

is transporting me so I can bring her a new liver.

And we need a car.

And also some sunscreen, if you got it.

Uh, because I left it in Hank's car,

and that's currently on fire.

He blew it up.

It was a diversion.

Right. OK. Um...

Ye... Yes. Yes, of course.

Yes. Oh, fuck, no, sorry. We don't have a car.

We were literally walking to go pick it up.

- Where's your car? - We left it at the concert hall

in Bundall last night 'cause we went to a gig...

- and we weren't gonna drink... - Had a bit to drink.

- We don't drink and drive. - That's good.

Anyway... you can go and pick it up there. OK? Yeah?

- Yeah, I've got the keys on me. - [Ben] Great.

Here you go. Uh, let me get you some sunscreen?

- Yeah, thank you. - Yeah?

[Hank] Er...

[Ben sighs awkwardly]

Crazy world, right?

Oh. I'll give you a second.

[tender atmospheric music]

[chuckles softly]

Can I see the coin?

Oh.

Yeah.

I put it...

Big day.

Big year.

[tender music continues]

She would have...

She would have been so proud of you.

Yeah, I hope so.

[Josh] Found it!

[Ben] Oh, great. Thank you, Josh.

- And thank you, Monica. - Here you go.

And, most of all, thank you, Jack.

And who knows? Maybe we'll have dinner one day.

OK. We gotta move.

Oh, hey, uh... look, this bird's worth a small fortune.

Maybe it'd be good for Jack's college fund.

Ah... I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

Hey, look at this.

Peekaboo!

[laughs] It gets me every time!

It's incredible. He goes by "Spirit".

Guys, the car's the yellow Kia. You can't miss it.

Concert Hall's a bit of a hike, though.

- What do you mean, a hike? - A hike?

- I mean, it's a long walk. How long?

You know what? Don't worry. I gotcha.

[footsteps receding]

[puffing]

[Kate] So just to recap...

It can travel through sky, land and in the ocean.

It has wings, but it's not a flying monkey with fish gills.

And it's this big.

[respirator hissing steadily]

Hmm.

[weakly] You only have one more

before you have to guess.

[exhales heavily]

Is it real or imaginary?

I... don't... know.

Wow, you've really stumped Mommy again.

[whispers] Can you tell me?

An angel.

[gentle ethereal vocalising]

[alarm beeping rapidly]

- [bell rings] - Help!

Someone!

[rapid beeping continues]

She just started bleeding.

What's happening?

Tell me what's happening!

[nurse] We need to move her to the ICU.

- [uneasy music swells] - [PA announcer] A code blue.

Dr Ainsley to ICU.

Repeat - code blue...

- Is she gonna die? - She's stable for the moment.

[intense music builds]

- Kate. - Julie, what are you doing?

Come in. Shut the door.

I know this looks incredibly unprofessional,

but after Ainsley spoke with the courier,

I overheard her having a heated conversation with someone.

I don't know, it was like crazy heated, Kate.

So I came in here to ask her about it, but she was gone,

I let myself in, and I was sort of thinking about...

Thinking about what?

Searching her computer for the courier's number

- and calling him myself. - Yes. Let's do it.

[Hank] I feel you looking at me.

Well, no... I mean, you know, the Hank Malone puzzle

is really starting to come together, I gotta tell ya.

[Hank] You enjoyed that, huh?

[Ben] Well, what wasn't to enjoy? They're incredible.

I mean, Josh, what a terrific guy.

[Hank] Josh is a phoney.

[Ben] Oh, come on, he's great, funny, polite, he's...

If that's being a phoney,

you should try being more of a phoney!

Oh, so this is what bucket two feels like.

[laughs] Yeah.

- [cell phone ringing] - Wait, phone, phone!

He's a handsome guy, too.

[Hank] Traitor.

Huh. Hello?

[Kate] Is this Ben Bishop, the medical courier?

Ben, we gotta walk and talk.

Yeah. I'm sorry, who is this?

My name is Kate Baker. I'm the mother.

And I'm freaking out,

and I just need to know if something's gone wrong.

How did you get this number, Kate?

Just tell me if something's gone wrong!

No, no, I-I... Listen.

I understand your concern, Kate. But is the doctor there?

Because there's a protocol and I'm only authorised

- to speak with the surgeon... - Kate!

- ...in charge of the procedure. - Um, sorry.

Julie?

- [Ben] Hello? - Who are you talking to?

[Kate] No, no!

Not until someone gets honest with me!

Ben, you're on speaker. Start talking.

[sighs] Uh, Ben, this is Dr Ainsley. Go ahead.

OK, listen.... [stammering]

We had some... There were some bad people.

We don't know who they were, but they were pursuing us.

Pursuing you? What do you mean?

They want what we have.

Kate, your daughter has golden blood,

and, of course, on the black market,

- that makes this liver very... - Oh, Jesus Christ.

...you know, valuable to people who need it.

[Hank] Give me that.

Kate, this is Hank Malone, I'm Ben's driver

and the man you need to put your trust in right now.

Listen, I know how scared you are.

But I also need you to know this.

I am not a man that people successfully fuck with.

- OK? - I can vouch for that.

Listen, there's nothing in the world that's gonna

keep us from getting to you, do you understand?

- I do.-OK, good.

Listen, we're picking up a car at a concert hall in Bundall.

Then we're heading straight to you.

We'll be there in 40 minutes.

- I'll be at this number. - [phone beeps]

Kate, I-I... I'm sorry that I wasn't transparent with you.

I didn't want to frighten you any more than you already are,

and they had assured me that everything was under control.

Yeah, well, Julie said that she overheard you

arguing with someone on the phone

right after you spoke with Ben.

Uh, what are you asking me, exactly?

Ah.

Right. Right.

Well, if you must know, I was speaking with the Director

of the International Transplant Database,

asking him how in the world this situation

was even possible to begin with.

And did I raise my voice a little?

You're goddamn right I did.

I forgot I grabbed this after we got T-boned twice.

Figured you'd want it.

The final piece of the puzzle.

- Can I see it? - You already did.

I barely got to look at it - we were getting shot at!

Come on. Let me see it.

Are you kidding me? What a great face.

- Was this a school pic-- - All right, you're done.

Come on, dude...

I'm not asking for a Shakespearean monologue,

just give me the Hank version.

Why do you care?

Because I'm curious. I like you.

And I'll probably never see you again.

It'd be nice to know something other than,

you know, "brooding drives fast punchy guy".

Monica and I met on a military base in Germany.

Fell in love. Had a kid.

I got deployed to Afghanistan.

Did a lot of things I don't like remembering.

When I came back, I was a drunk piece of shit.

My daughter Isabel got sick with leukaemia.

I was a no-show.

I was even drunk the day she died.

I followed Monica back here.

Tried to make it work. Failed miserably, obviously.

The end.

Yeah, so now the mission is stay sober

and do all the cool stuff Isabel loved,

'cause obviously she's the Francophile.

Ever since watching that movie about a rat chef...

...she started wearing berets, cooking French food.

We were supposed to take a father/daughter trip to Paris,

but...

...you know...

There it is.

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[tense music builds]

[tires screech]

[dispatcher on phone] Triple zero, what is your emergency?

[in English] No more flirting.

How'd you find us? I got rid of my phone.

Well, I have eyes in the whole fucking town.

[Hank groans]

Hey, hey, come on!

[Ben groans]

[moans]

Don't move a muscle, peewee.

[Hank and Ben groan]

[keypad beeps]

[automated female voice]Access denied.

[in English] You OK?

Well, I've had better days.

I thought I'd be having some oysters and a crisp Chardonnay

with a pretty lady right now, so...

[chuckles]

Yo también. We share in this feeling.

Better days indeed.

So I will make things clear,

and maybe you get your oysters.

Huh?

Me and my family, we run shit here now.

So...

the code...

por favor.

No.

No?

I can't.

Count from three, motherfucker!

[in Spanish]

Ben, don't do it!

- Shut up! Three... - Don't listen to him.

- Let him shoot me. - No!

- Just shoot me! Shoot me! - Two...

- One! - Wait!

[sirens approaching]

Fuck!

Someone must have called them.

The little one comes with us.

Deal with the cop, hang this motherfucker from a bridge.

[officer, over megaphone] Put your guns down!

[gunshots ring out]

Too bad I won't be here to celebrate my birthday

with you on Monday!

It's my 60th!

Godspeed, big man!

- [biker] Let go, let's go! - [Ben] Godspeed!

[tires screech]

This isn't how this ends.

[dramatic music swells]

[biker shouts]

OK, all right. Hang me on the bridge.

- Ah... - You're damn right we will.

- OK... - Move!

All right, all right. I'm cool, I'm going. I'm going.

[biker] Move.

[Hank winces]

[engine starts up]

- [thudding, pounding] - [grunting]

[gunshots ring out, glass shatters]

[Hank grunts]

[groans]

Godspeed. Godspeed.

OK...

[cell phone buzzes]

60th birthday... Yeah.

2026...1960... April...

April 11th, 04... 11, 1960...

[puffing]

[exciting music swells]

Ben, you brilliant, beautiful, annoying man.

We gotta work on your passwords.

[siren wailing]

[line ringing]

[Detective Manoa]CIB, Detective Manoa.

Hey, Detective, it's Hank Malone.

I work with Iggy.

He said you could help me with something.

Ah, Iggy's big American. What do you need?

- Run a plate for me?-Sure.

- You ready?-Fire away.

Kilo, three, Bravo, Romeo, one, five.

Wait, K3BR15?

[Hank] Uh, I think that's it.

- Well, I'll be damned. - What?

This is registered to an address we've been trying

to get a warrant to for months.

We think it's an outpost for Donna Zaldívar.

- You know the name? - I do not. Who is she?

Mate, she runs the biggest drug cartel in Colombia.

They control the entire drug trade down here.

Does she have a son?

Yeah. Damián Zaldívar.

He's a crazy fucker. Might be even worse than his mother.

You tell Iggy to be careful with this one.

Right.

Appreciate it, Detective.

Get out.

Go clean up the mess,

and make sure our faces aren't all over the news tonight.

I'll sort it out.

Let's go.

[unsettling music builds]

Oi. Greedy.

You're with me. Let's go.

All right, boys, shut it down.

[in Spanish]

This is for your mother?

It's not always about money.

Can I have the code now?

Please.

You see, there's a motherI gotta think about.

[unsettling music builds]

I see. Mmm.

Well, let's think about it over there.

[metal reverberates]

[Ben breathing heavily]

I mean...

[Ben breathes heavily]

[snipping]

Shall we begin?

[quietly] No...

You tell me.

[laboured breathing] I...

- [crash!] - [Damián exclaims]

[siren wails]

Secure the gate!

[slow rock music]♪ When I'm enraged ♪

♪ Adrenaline rushing ♪

♪ Through my veins... ♪

♪ Baby! ♪ [heavy guitar riff plays]

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! ♪ - [biker] What the fuck?!

[cocks gun]

That's my ride!

[biker] Oi!

♪ Say I got trouble Trouble in my eyes ♪

- [bikers grunting] - Machete!

♪ I'm just looking for another good time ♪

- [both grunting]-♪ My heart, my heart ♪

♪ Kickstart my heart ♪

[biker groans]

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Kickstart my heart Give it a start ♪

- ♪ Oh! ♪ - [gunfire]

♪ Yeah! ♪

Arghh!

- [biker grunts]-♪ Yeah! ♪

- [Hank] You OK? - [Ben] No!

- ♪ Kickstart my heart... ♪ - Hey! Can you get these off?

I'm workin' on it.

- [Ben grunts]-♪ Baby! ♪

[biker yelling]

OK, next time you ask me if I wanna bail,

the answer is a yes, it's "hell yes!"

[gunfire]

- [biker] Where the ammo? - I offered.

[cocks gun]

♪ Oh! ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪ - [Donna] Damián!

♪ Kickstart my heart ♪

♪ Hope it never stops ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

Get the case!

[guns firing]

- [gunshot booms] - [biker yelps]

[shooting and commotion continue]

[in Spanish]

[gunshots continue]

It's rush hour - we're gonna have to double-time it.

Ben, are you gonna help at all?

Dude, my hands are literally tied!

Why didn't you say something?

[Ben winces]

[in Spanish]

[song continues]♪ Oh! Yeah! ♪

♪ Kickstart my heart Give it a start ♪

- [gun cocking]-♪ Oh! Yeah! ♪

He's got the case!

♪ Baby! ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪ - [biker panting]

Now you're helping, Ben.

- [gun fires] - [biker grunts]

[cocks gun] I gotta go.

Wait, where are you going?

Don't die.

I...

[straining] I should've bailed!

[cocks gun]

[bottles clinking]

[Hank grunts]

[biker groans]

[both grunting]

[biker screaming]

[bottles clinking]

[Damián] I tried to be the reasonable man! Did I not?

Didn't I try to be fucking reasonable?!

You're almost out of time!

The liver will be useless.

What a waste it would be, no?

All this violence and little Ellie Baker dies anyway!

[bottles clinking]

[Damián] Don't let it go to waste!

[in Spanish]

Oh, I won't.

- [dramatic music rises] - [biker wails]

[bottles smashing]

[cocks gun]

[Hank grunts]

[dramatic music escalates]

[Damián grunts]

- [water splashes] - [music fades]

[Hank] We gotta move.

[car lock bleeps]

I was worried you weren't gonna figure out the password.

- [Hank] Why? - I mean, it's a lot of math.

[low dramatic music builds]

[engine revs]

[gunshots]

[Ben exclaims]

[dramatic music intensifies]

[grunts]

[dramatic music continues]

[cell phone ringing]

Yes, ma'am?

Turn around.

[Donna] He's in one of your Land Rovers.

He's on his way to the hospital.

Yes, ma'am.

[tires screech]

[alarm beeps]

- Oh, that's the last one. - [alarm beeps]

[under breath] Oh, shit...

- Ben, your alarm. - [Ben moans weakly]

[Hank] Ben, your alarm.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Did I get shot?

- Oh, God. - Man, I think I got shot.

- Lift your shirt, lean forward. - What?

I need to see if it came through the other side.

What-- [winces]

[horn blaring]

[tires screech]

[moaning] Did it go through?

No.

That's not good.

We need to stop the bleeding

and get you medical assistance.

- We'll have to pull over. - Keep driving.

[biker, radio] Heads up, they're in one of our Rovers

and they're headed to the hospital.

We can't let them beat us there.

Just 'cause I was stupid enough to get shot.

- Just keep driving. - I'm not gonna let you die.

Who said anything about dying? Just go. Come on.

[automated female voice]Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

Why is it going up?

- Is there a button? - No.

It's the coolant. I told you this thing's not bulletproof.

- It got shot? - If this thing gets to 9,

we lose the viability.

- How long do we have? - We got 10 minutes.

- That's not enough time. - What?

We're not gonna make it. Either are you.

Ben, I gotta pull over.

[biker over radio]Any word from our eyes

in that hospital?

I need their location now.

Now we know how they knew we were at the concert venue.

[tense music]

Uh... take me to the closest gas station.

[automated voice] Warning. Organ storage temperature...

I know, lady! God!

Ben's shot! I need some ice! I just need...

I need more time, man. We need more time.

Uh...

Gotta call Kate.

[cell phone ringing]

Ben.

[Hank] Hey, Kate, this is Hank Malone.

I know I promised you something.

I intend to keep that promise.

But I need you to do me a favour. Can you help me out?

- OK. - I'm gonna give you my location

and a description of the vehicle we're in.

I need you to relay that information

to Dr Ainsley and her staff.

Here's what I need you to do - stay close by,

and watch if anybody makes a call right after.

- Can you do that? - [Kate] OK.

Uh, we'll be... outside the church in Tamborine,

just off the main drag.

We'll be in a black Land Rover.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, Ben? Ben? - [automated voice] Warning...

Hey, stay with me. Hey, talk to me, buddy.

[laboured panting]Now he wants me to talk.

That's a twist.

[winces]

Ah, I finally got you into bucket one.

Remind me what bucket one is, again?

Drinking the Ben Bishop Kool-Aid.

[Hank chuckles]

Ah, you know...

I'm kinda leaning into that, man.

Leaning?

I just saved your ass back there.

[wry chuckle] What do I gotta do?

Not die.

I'm not gonna die in Australia.

[biker] Tamborine Church? That's just off the 95.

They're at the church. Route 95 in Tamborine!

[dramatic music builds]

All right, we're almost there, buddy. Stay with me.

[tires screech]

[engines revving]

[bullets ricocheting]

[cocks gun]

[dramatic music rises]

[music subsides]

- [entry bell tinkles] - [Ben winces]

Call an ambulance! Have them come to the back of the store.

The back, got it?

Tell them this man's dying from a gunshot wound.

Then bring a bag of ice.

- Do it! - [Ben groans]

- OK. Uh... - [keypad beeping]

- [Ben groaning] - [automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high...

- There you go. Head on there. - [Ben wincing]

All right, let's see this.

[Ben winces, moans]

Hey, just put some pressure on it.

Ben, hold it. Put your hand-- You gotta keep pressure on it.

Yeah?

[inhales sharply]

- Come on, Kate. Call me. - Please, don't take your time.

Why aren't you getting ice?!

No, please...

- Ice! - Uh... right.

[Ben winces] Tell me the story about the bird.

Spirit. You said there's a story.

[Ben groans]

Uh... some rich guy was trying to deliver it to his ex.

She didn't want it.

I was gonna take it to animal control,

but I got the call to pick you up

and didn't have time, so I kept it with me.

That's it?

I didn't say it was a good story.

No, but you said it was a long story,

which makes you think it's something interesting.

That was just short and boring.

All right, you want me to tell it again,

take my time with it, maybe use a few more adjectives?

- Yeah, tell it again. - Ready?

Yeah.

But take your time with it--

[Ben hollers]

Long story.

[breathing sharply]

- OK. Here. - [automated voice] Warning.

- Organ storage temperature... - I'm working on it!

- Where's that ice?! - Yeah, yeah, yeah! Coming!

[automated voice] Warning. Organ storage temperature...

She's being passive aggressive. [inhales sharply]

- [winces] - Put it right there.

Maybe two hands, OK? You gotta keep it from bleeding.

I thought I'd done all the hard stuff.

[automated voice]Organ storage temperature...

- Uh... - [Ben] Hank? Hank?

You gotta deal with that.

[soft music]

It's OK.

What's the code?

[panting heavily]

It's pound, 3, 7, 2, 1, 5.

[case pings]

[automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

[keypad beeps]

[case pings]

[Hank sighs]

[mutters]

[clerk] Uh, uh... mates!

Um... these guys are coming with guns!

- What do I do? - [Hank] Just relax! Act normal.

OK, relax. Act normal.

Normal. I can do that. [laughs nervously]

[entry bell tinkles]

Call that nurse.

Remind her what we'll do to her family if she fucks this up.

[chuckling nervously] Hi. Good day, mate.

[stammering] Is there maybe, like,

something I can help you with?

[mocking] Uh, like-like-like, for your sake,

I fucking hope so.

You look like you want your momsy.

Why do you look like you want your momsy?

No, I don't want my momsy.

Well, then why are you trembling?

[voice quivering] I'm... I'm not trembling.

[sirens approaching]

What the fuck is that shit, then?!

Oh, they're coming in! They're coming in!

[clerk yells]

[biker] Come on, come on!

[Hank grunts with effort]

- [paramedic grunts] - Gimme your keys.

Later today, you'll realise I'm one of the good guys.

[sliding door closes]

[weakly] It might take longer than "later today".

[horn blaring]

[siren wails]

[huffs]

Go!

[siren wailing]

OK, you got this. You've got this.

Shh. That's it, that's it, that's it.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

- [gasps] No, no, no, no... - What the hell does that mean?

He's gone into hypovolemic shock and haemorrhaging internally.

- I can't stop it. - What do you mean, you can't--

Do something!

I'm administering saline,

but he's bleeding too heavily.

His gastric artery ruptured.

- [Hank] Is...? - There's nothing else I can do.

Hang in there, Ben.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[laboured breathing]

[weakly] Hey, Hank...

Yeah, yeah. I'm here, I'm here.

When we get to Paris...

...everyone's gonna say get macarons.

Tourist move.

We're gonna go to Montmarte.

We're gonna get choupettes.

That's what a real Francophile like Isabel would do.

Trust me.

Hank, trust me.

Ben?

[gentle ethereal vocalising]

Ben?

[monitor flatlining]

[stirring music swells]

[Hank] Ben.

No...

I'm so sorry, sir.

He's gone.

[guns firing]

- [glass shatters] - [gasps]

[cocks gun]

[fires]

Can't let this piece of shit get to the hospital.

[cocks gun]

[siren wailing]

[gun fires]

[cocks gun, fires]

Gulf Charlie 4-11, Gulf Charlie 4-11,

urgent, urgent, shots fired.

High-speed pursuit in progress.

[sirens wail]

Oh, come on, Hank.

[siren wails]

[cell phone ringing]

Kate, it's a nurse!

The person helping these people is a nurse.

Wait, what? A nurse?

Yes. How many does Ellie have?

I don't know, Hank. There's a whole team.

Do you have any other info?

No.

- Oh, shit. - Julie?

- Stop. - [Hank] Kate?

[Julie] This is 50 milligrams of vecuronium.

I promise it will be painless.

Give me the phone, Kate.

Fucking give it to me.

[Julie on phone]Close the curtain.

Get these cops off my arse.

Come on, then!

[bullets ricocheting]

[tires screeching]

[grunts angrily]

[dramatic music continues]

[grunts] Undo the oxygen tank!

[female paramedic] What?! Why?!

[both grunting]

Oh, fuck!

[gun fires]

[Hank] Now throw it out the back.

I will end you, peewee!

[gunshot, glass shatters]

[gunfire, sirens wailing]

[female paramedic grunts]

[traffic blaring]

- [gunshot, glass shatters] - [female paramedic screams]

- [horn blares] - Hang on!

[tires screech]

- Where are the flares? - Why?

Not a good time to explain!

They're in the glove compartment!

[horns blaring]

[dramatic music swells]

[flare hissing]

[screams]

[music fades]

[Kate] How does it work, Julie?

You just keep tabs on the donor list

and then call the highest bidder?

You think this is about money?

You're talking about killing a child.

- Stop, Kate. Just shut up. - My child!

Just sit down or something. You don't understand, OK?

Just please be quiet.

- How much, Julie?! - I swear to God, Kate!

How much is my daughter's life worth?!

Don't push me! I swear to God...

Just...

Shit.

[crying] I'm sorry.

They have my brother.

Somebody help me! We've been hijacked... I... [stammers]

- That's him! - [security guard] Freeze!

- Listen-- - Freeze!

- Whoa, whoa, listen! - On the ground!

No, listen to me! This is for Ellie Baker's transplant!

Not gonna ask you again! GET ON THE GROUND!

Is that Hank Malone?! Lower your weapons!

Lower them! Mr Malone, please follow me.

I'm talking about my brother, OK?

He's a surgeon, and they've taken him,

and they're forcing him to do the procedure

on Donna Zaldívar.

I'm really sorry, Kate, but I don't have a choice.

How's she doing?

She's good. She's hanging in there.

She's prepped and ready for surgery.

[nurse] He's got a gun!

[menacing music rises]

You come for the king, you better not fucking miss.

[distant gunfire]

[both grunting]

[menacing music swells]

[both exclaiming]

[groaning]

Uh-oh.

[grunting]

- [Damián muttering] - [door rattling]

You're gonna hide now?

I thought you wanted to have a beer?

[tapping on door]

No?

I've got the case.

OK.

[sighs]

[both grunting, straining]

You're losing a lot of blood, Mr Malone.

I have plenty left.

[tense, dramatic music swells]

[both straining]

Put the gun--!

[gunshots ring out]

[moans weakly]

[security guard] Hey! Put the--

[gasps]

[muttering angrily in Spanish]

You piece of shit!

[woman] Oh, my God! He shot a security guard!

Run! Run!

[tense music escalates]

[Kate grunts forcefully]

[screaming]

- You fucking bitch-- - [exclaims]

[Damián grunts]

[both grunting]

[strains with exertion]

[PA announcer] Emergency - please evacuate the building.

[Damián grunts]

[groans]

I'd offer to split it with you, but...

one of us is gonna have to die today.

Oh, yeah?

You.

[glass smashing]

[both grunting]

[automated female voice]Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

[dramatic music swells]

[Kate grunts]

Warning. Organ storage temperature too high.

Action required.

[Kate groans]

[glass shattering]

[groans, pants]

[laughs]

[PA announcer] Emergency - please evacuate the building.

[Hank grunts]

[hollers]

[electricity sparking]

[objects crashing]

[glass shattering]

[automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

- [Damián grunting] - [Hank groans]

[exclaims]

[grunting]

[dramatic music continues]

- [loud thudding] - [Kate yelps]

[vapour hissing]

[gasps]

[Hank and Damián grunting]

[both groaning]

[winces]

[Kate] Help! Somebody!

[PA announcer] E - please evacuate the building.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

[panting]

I need a minute.

Let's take a break.

[Damián chuckles]

[Kate] Help!

[laughs]

That's fair.

[speaks in Portuguese]

- [Hank chuckles warily] - [automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

Yeah, whatever you said.

Please, please, please, please, please.

[menacing music builds]

[strains]

Hey.

[whimpers]

Hey!

[screams]

Please... [whimpers]

I'm sorry.

[Kate] No. [groans]

[automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

[gun cocking]

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't shoot yet.

You like countdowns, right?

Yeah.

You've done two today. It's like...

Kinda like your signature thing. Yeah?

- How 'bout I kick one off? - [Damián] OK. All right.

I'll start with three.

Three.

"Two."

[Hank] Don't rush me.

[panting heavily]

Two.

Oh, you know what I just thought of?

What?

Your mother's gonna die in prison because of you.

One!

- [Kate grunts] - [Damián moans]

[splutters weakly]

[groans]

- [winces] - [sombre music]

[automated voice] Warning.

Organ storage temperature too high. Action required.

[PA announcer] Emergency - please evacuate the building.

[screams] Help! Help!

Help!

Please hurry up! Please!

[male officer] This is the police!

[sirens wailing]

[music fades]

Hi, sweetheart.

Can we go home now?

[laughing] Yeah!

[Dr Ainsley] Are we awake?

I have a patient here who wants to say hello.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

You weren't kidding, were you?

About what?

You are not a guy people successfully mess with.

[sighs fondly]

[kisses]

Thank you. Thank you.

Um...

I didn't know Ben Bishop,

but he must have been a really, really decent man.

I'm so sorry.

Ah.

A doc said a lucky lady in Sydney

got a new heart because of him.

[sniffles]

Well, he had a helluva heart.

Yeah, he did.

You're too big for that wheelchair, did you know that?

- [chuckles] - [Hank] What?

[Kate laughs]

You know, it did feel a little snug when I sat down.

[Kate chuckles]

Do you wanna play 21 questions?

I have been wheeling around this hospital

in this tiny wheelchair, so bored,

wondering if someone was gonna ask me that.

[giggles]

Are you a daddy?

I was.

I had a little girl.

What was her name?

Isabel.

I think that name is pretty.

I do too.

OK. Let's do this. Are we gonna play or we gonna play?

- Yep. - OK.

Is it manmade?

- Yes. - It is?

OK, is it...

[pensive acoustic guitar]

♪ I still leave a place for you at the table ♪

[horns tooting]

♪ Even though your chair stays cold ♪

[Hank] Merci.

♪ Your laugh still lives in these kitchen walls ♪

♪ Oh, all the memories they hold ♪

Great rec, Ben.

♪ Echoes ♪

♪ That never get old ♪

[female voice, on app] The cat prefers museums in the spring.

Le chat préfère les musées au printemps.

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ When I'm all alone ♪

♪ I talk to ghosts ♪

♪ Trying to find you in the quiet ♪

♪ I play your song ♪

♪ And pretend you're not gone ♪

♪ And act like I'm not crying ♪

♪ The only way I get this far ♪

♪ The only way I feel your heart ♪

[in French]

♪ Is letting mine... ♪

♪ Break ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Face to face ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Face to face ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Until I see you ♪

♪ Face to face. ♪

[song ends]

[poignant atmospheric music]

[haunting vocalising]

[music swells]

[dramatic music]

[music fades out]