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[wind howling]

- It's getting worse.

- Do you think we should--

- Ride it out?

The longer we stay, the greater
the risk.

Plus everything we need is
already packed.

I say we get out while we
still can.

- Okay, I'll just go

before we go.

- I'll wait in the car.

[dramatic music]

[wind howling]

Come on, Maisie.

[dramatic music]

- Dylan?

- Stay there, something's off.

Hey guys, what's going on?

- Who are you?

- Dylan, who are you?

- Where's Gordo?

- Who's Gordo?

- The bloke that lives here.

- Look, you've got the
wrong house.

Hey!

- Christ, Paul!

You gotta get me something for
this pain!

- How about another bullet?

- Patch him up, George.

I'm sure Gordo doesn't want us

bleeding all over his couch

- I'm telling you, there's no
Gordo here.

You've got the wrong house.

- I think you've got the
wrong house, sunshine.

What are you, one of Gordo's
little tweaker customers

chasin' a fix?

- I don't do drugs.

- Me neither, I do deals.

And I'm here to do one
with Gordo,

and you're testing my
fuckin' patience.

- Likewise.

I'm calling the police.

- No.

You're not.

- Come on, Paul.

You need to get me
somethin' for this pain.

I'm dyin' here!

- Yeah, well, die
slower, 'cause I'm fucked

if I know what half this
shit is.

- You guys aren't paramedics.

- Don't give him that,
that's adrenaline.

He'll be bouncing off the
fuckin' walls.

- We'll hit the hospital, Ringo.

We'll get a big fat cut each.

There'll be hardly anyone there.

They'll all be evacuated.

And the security will be
real light, yeah, right!

- Clean it with this, wrap
it with that.

We'll dig the bullet out later.

- Later?

What if it gets infected?

- Shunk.

- Fuck off, you're not
takin' my leg.

- Oh, harden up.

You've got a spare one.

- You guys robbed the hospital?

What's in the box?

- Good luck.

They won't even tell me.

Apparently I'm need to know.

- You ask a lot of questions.

What are you, a narc?

Somethin' funny, George?

- Nah.

Just you and your
undercover cops.

Everywhere we go, you're like,
that dude on the skateboard

I think he's an undercover cop.

Little old lady, undercover cop.

Shit, what if Ringo's
one of 'em?

Took a bullet to keep his cover?

- Nah, nah, not Ringo.

He could never be an
undercover cop.

Undercover cops are smart.

- I'm not a cop.

Just a regular guy trying
to keep out of the storm.

- I don't give a fuck
about the who.

I want to know the where.

As in where is Gordo?

- There is no Gordo here.

I've never heard of
any Gordo, I live here.

- You're gonna die here.

- Paul!

I thought you said
you didn't want

to get blood all
over Gordo's place?

- He can deduct the carpet
cleaning bill from my score.

- What if this bloke's
telling the truth?

What if this is the wrong house?

I mean, have you ever actually
been to Gordo's place?

- This is 17
Mermaid Crescent.

Correct?

This is a note from Gordo,
in his own handwriting.

Read it out loud.

- 11 Mermaid Crescent?

- No, that's a seven,

and that looks like a two in
front of it.

- Twenty seven? Yeah, could be.

- Hard to tell, Paul.

It got wet in the rain,
ink's a bit fucked.

- It could be
27, Paul.

- 27's up the street.

- There's one way to find out.

Yeah, Gordo, it's Paul, ring me.

- Wait Paul, George, Ringo?

What happened to John?

- He's dead.

Texting Gordo.

Dear Gordo where the
fuck are you?

Smiley emoji, send.

- What?

- Nothin'.

- You think I'm a narc
now, do you?

- Well, you suddenly
seem very concerned

for this bloke's welfare.

- Yeah, Paul.

He's my handler.

Ringo's the Police Commissioner.

We've been workin' on
this sting for years,

and we've finally got you.

- You keep giving me lip, mate,

you're gonna need that

fuckin' first aid kit.

[Text Message Rings]

- Is that Gordo?

- Hold on, I'm coming.

Man of many words.

- Still doesn't tell us if
we're in the right house.

Text him back, ask him
for the number.

- What do you fuckin'
think I'm doin'?

- This is taking too long.

There's probably cops out
everywhere looking for us.

- If you want to go,
there's the door!

What's her name?

- Who's name?

- Your woman.

Wife, girlfriend, Thai hooker,
whatever the fuck she is.

- I'm single.

- Whose is this, then?

Look, I know we've
only just met,

but you don't strike me
as the pink hoodie type.

- Oh, man, I didn't
even see that.

- Maybe it's time
for an introduction.

Call her out, then.

- Maisie!

Come out.

- Ah, there she is.

Come on, don't be shy.

We're just having a little
getting-to-know-you
session here.

And I'd like to get to know you.

What's your name again, Mercy?

- Maisie.

- Maisie, ah I'm Paul,
this is George and Ringo.

We're all out for
the mystery tour.

Aw, fuck.

- What?

- Sending message failed.

I had one bar a minute
ago and now I got shit.

- What are we gonna do?

- We need to find out for sure
which house

is fuckin' Gordo's.

George, take a walk
down the street.

See what's goin' on
at number 27.

- In this weather?

- No, no,

wait for the
next convenient sunny day.

We're gonna stay here, just
in case Gordo does turn up.

But you, you can go with him.

I don't want you two love birds

trying to pull some shit

while I'm a man down.

Man and a half down.

- After you.

- George?

While you're out, could you
grab me something for the pain?

There's fuck-all in here.

- Sure, Ringo.

We'll stop at a 7-11, get you
some Advil.

- Cheers.

- So,

Maisie,

how's about a cup of tea?

[dramatic music]

- Hey mate, is there a
Gordo that lives here?

- Never heard of him.

- Sorry for bothering you.

- Hey, do you mind coming
in for a sec?

My dad's hurt his arm.

- Nah, mate, we can't--
- No worries.

- I'm Kev, by the way.

- Dylan.

- George.

- This is my Dad, Trevor.

- Kev and Trev.

How're you going?

- Christ in a tutu, what
brought you blokes out

on a night like this?

- Don't try and get up, Dad.

- It's only a graze, son,
I'm not a cripple yet.

- It's not just a graze.

I think it needs stitches.

- All it needs is a bit
of Mercurochrome,

and it'll be like a bought one.

- I don't think you can get
Mercurochrome any more, Dad.

- Bullshit.

- Uh, yeah discontinued.

- Bugger me.

- So, what did you do
to your arm?

- We were cleaning up the
backyard before the cyclone,

and a sheet of corrugated
iron fell

on Dad's arm and slashed him.

- Can we have a look?

- Yeah, sure.

- Oooh.

- It's okay, son,
it doesn't hurt.

- Yeah, but things can get
infected, Dad.

It's the tropics, wounds can
turn septic.

- You think I came down in the
last shower, son?

last shower, son?

I've lived in North
Queensland all my bloody life.

I've survived more cyclones
than you've had hot dinners,

and I intend to survive
this one.

Talking about hot dinners,
you blokes hungry?

We've got some snags on the gas.

- Or a drink?

We've got our cyclone
survival kit ready to go.

- We'll be fine.

Now, uh do you guys have a first
aid kit?

- Down there, just got it out.

If youse can deal
with the stitches,

we've got the
anesthetic covered.

- George, you good?

- Uh, yeah.

Can't see any stitches.

- Butterfly strips right there.

- Oh, yeah.

They changed the packaging.

- So you guys ridin' the
storm out by yourselves?

- Yeah, Kev came over
to keep me company.

My missus and his missus
have gone off to Singapore

for a shopping holiday.

They go twice a year, murder
our bloody bank cards, mate.

- Good timing for this trip.

- They're missin' out on
all the fun.

I mean that cyclone's
the best thing

that ever happened
to this street.

- Aren't you gonna
sterilize that?

- Oh, yeah.

- There's some rubbing alcohol

in the bathroom cupboard, mate.

- I'll get it, I need to use
your loo, anyway.

I need to use
your loo, anyway.

- It's just down the hall, chuck
a right.

- Yeah, it's just near
the Mercurochrome!

Hey, uh, you sure you
don't want a snag, mate?

- So, you're off-duty or
something, mate?

- Yeah, just finished,
headin' home.

- Who's this bloke you're
looking for?

Gordo?

- Friend of a workmate.

She asked me to drop something
off to him.

He lives in this street,

but I can't
remember whether

he's 17 or 27.

- You're a pretty good workmate,

coming out on a night like this
for her.

- You find it?

- Why don't you take over
since you're in training?

- You gonna be an ambo
like him, mate?

- Uh, Doctor.

Still a couple of years, though.

- You would've made
a good sawbones.

Steady hands.

- White with one.

- Thank you, Maisie.

Just do me a favor and take a
sip of that

before you put it down.

Just so I know it's not laced

with drain cleaner or something.

You're nervous.

- I've never been in a
home invasion before.

- Well, that makes two of
us, we're both virgins.

Just like Mum used to make.

- What about me?

- What about you?

You don't drink tea.

- Something stronger,
for the pain.

It's fuckin' bad, Paul,
you got no idea.

- Could you please oblige Ringo
with some of that bourbon?

Might keep him quiet
for a while.

- And no ice.

It takes up too much
room in the glass.

- They'd better be back soon,

or they won't be goin' anywhere.

- Hurry up.

- You must be worried
about your man.

Out there, in the elements.

- He can take care of himself.

- You first.

- Come on, Ringo.

If she's gonna poison anyone,

it's gonna be me.

You're not high enough up the
food chain.

- I can't drink bourbon.

Even the smell of
it makes me sick.

- Tough shit, do it.

- See, Ringo, we can trust her.

- Bit of super glue
would probably have done

the bloody trick, mate,
but, uh, thank you.

I appreciate it.

- Well, we're always on call.

Uh, George, you mind
getting me some medical tape

from the first aid kit?

Thanks.

- Gettin' hairy out there.

- Gettin' bloody dry in here.

- Now, make sure you check
on this as often as you can.

Make sure the infection
hasn't set in.

Check it as often as you can.

Yeah, they reckon it's
gonna be a category four.

And they're sayin' it's
gonna hit right about here.

Good as new.
- Thank you, mate.

- We'd better get going.

- You sure you fellows don't
want a snag?

Or a beer, one for the road?

- No thanks.

- You blokes be
careful out there.

- Hey, do you guys know much

about what happened at
the hospital earlier?

Heard somethin' on the
radio about a robbery.

- No, no, don't know anything
about that.

- But didn't you fellows
just come from there?

- Kev, come and get your
old man some dinner.

Let these fellows get on the
road, eh?

- I've got four rounds left.

One of youse is gonna die twice.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

- It's alright, mate.

Calm down, have a beer.

[gun bangs]

- Kev!

You bastard!

[wind howling]

- So how much is rent
on a place like this?

- We're not renting,
we bought it.

- Yeah?

Must've been pretty
pricey, right on the beach.

Million-dollar view.

Let me guess

he's I.T., you're...

marketing?

Every chick your age seems to be

into fuckin' marketing
these days.

- Dylan's Dad's in real
estate, so we got a good deal.

- Ah, family connection.

There's three ways to
make money in this life,

work for it, inherit it, or
steal it.

I was born poor and impatient.

Yeah, I don't blame you, these
are crap.

Couldn't get my regular brand.

The supermarket had sold out.

That's what pisses me
off about cyclones.

Every time one comes along,
all the idiots out there

strip the shops.

Bottled water,
tinned food, smokes.

They panic, because
they're unprepared.

It's like when someone
realizes they're about to die.

They shit 'emselves.

But what's the big surprise?

We're all gonna die.

We know we are.

Could happen at any moment.

Could have a heart attack,
get hit by a truck,

buy a ticket on the wrong plane.

These things happen to people
all the time

all over the world, and I bet
they spend

their last few
seconds shit-scared.

Fuck that.

I've always believed that
if you live every minute

prepared to die, it's
amazing how alive you feel.

- I think the best
way to feel alive

is to try not do things
that might kill you.

- Where the fuck are they?

[water splashing]

They shouldn't be
taking this long.

Where the fuck are you goin'?

- I feel sick.

- Well, spew in the sink.

- I have to pee too.

I'm not doing that in the sink.

- You'll do what I
tell you to do.

- Well, I'll hold on.

- Alright, you can go,

but I'll wait outside.

Partly open.

[glass shattering]

Dylan, you've got 10 seconds
to be at the back door,

or they're gonna be her last!

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six

five, four,

three, two,

one.

Where the fuck is George?

What happened out there?

Where's George?

Talk to me!

- He cut me loose.

- Bullshit George
wouldn't do that.

- He would if he was a cop.

- He's not a cop.

- You sure?

- I've known George for years.

- It takes years

to gain
someone's trust.

That's what deep-cover cops do.

And he was so deep cover
you didn't even suspect.

- Fuck that, you're lying.

And you got blood on you.

For all I know, you

fuckin' killed him.

- I was clipped by
a tree branch.

George wasn't involved.

I'm telling you the truth.

George said he had to go
meet up with his team.

He told me to go get this
checked out.

I had to come back for Maisie.

I'm not gonna let her get
caught in the crossfire.

- The fuck you talking talking

about crossfire?

- The cops.

They're coming, now.

A fuckin' army, to take
you down, you and Ringo.

You should get out while you
still can.

Take my car, it's got a full
tank of gas, it's ready to go.

I'll hand you my keys,
just take it.

- Ringo!

Ringo!

I fuckin' knew it.

Your girlfriend did
fuckin' drug him.

You two are a royal
fuckin' pain in my arse!

[knocking on door]

Fuck.

- What?
- Cops.

- Really?

- Wake her up.

- She's out cold.

- Give her the adrenaline

in the
first aid kit.

Now!

Do it!

Psst, inject her!

It's your turn to pretend
you're someone you're not.

[knocking]

Off you go, happy smiley.

Wait!

Over there, bring it here.

Do not drop it, don't shake it,

and for fuck's sake
don't open it.

Move.

- May we come in?

Thank you, miss.

It's not ideal conditions

out there for a chat.

Sergeant Wexler,
Constable Grace.

- We're just going door to
door to see if anyone's seen

an ambulance around in the area
tonight.

- An ambulance?

- Yes, the hospital was
robbed and the perpetrators

fled in a stolen ambulance.

- We've had some calls from
people in the neighborhood

who saw one driving
around here tonight.

- Have you been in
all night, miss?

- Uh, yeah.

Just trying to keep safe.

- Are you alone?

- Um, my fiancé was here,

then he went out to
get some ice.

He'll be back, soon.

- I'm sorry, miss, can
I get your name, please?

- Maisie.

- Maisie.

- Maisie Carter.

- Carter.

Have you seen an ambulance
drive down this street

this evening with
no flashing lights,

no siren, just driving?

- Um no, sorry, I don't
think I have.

- Are you alright, miss?

- Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

I just drank something I
shouldn't have.

- Dilated pupils,
slurred speech.

- Some of the men we're
looking for have affiliations

with drug dealers in this area.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

- No, I don't do drugs.

I never have.

- Then you wouldn't
mind if Constable Grace

had a quick look around
while I keep you company?

- Sure go ahead.

- Normally we wouldn't be

out on a night like this,

we'd be

trying to find
shelter like everyone else.

But the men that robbed the
hospital,

they shot and killed
a security guard.

That man had a family,
a wife and children.

They won't see him tonight.

They won't see him ever again.

So you can understand that we
would prefer

they didn't get through the net.

- What did they steal?

- That's not your concern.

What should be your concern
is that one of the men

has had convictions for sexual
assault.

Now, these men are
hardened criminals, Maisie.

I don't want to see them
around a vulnerable young woman

on a night like this.

- Um, you know, come
to think of it,

um I thought I saw an ice
cream truck driving by earlier

but it could've been
an ambulance, you know.

It's hard to tell.

- Constable, let's go!

Please take care of yourself.

- You too.

[gun bangs]

- Down!

- Uh uh uh uh.

You call for backup, he dies.

You shoot me, he dies.

You don't drop that in
five seconds, he dies.

- He likes countdowns.

- If I've got five seconds,

you've got three
seconds, fuck-knuckle.

Drop the hardware, or you're
gonna join your friend

at the hospital in the morgue.

Constable!
- Ringo!

[dramatic music]

- Grace?

- Looks like you're
outgunned, Sergeant.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

- What have I said?

We do not kill cops.

Doesn't mean we can't
rough 'em up a bit, though.

[radio buzzing]

- Thanks a lot,
now I've got a headache.

- You asked for a drink.

Didn't say how strong you wanted
it.

- So what's your boss
gonna do with that cop?

- Fucked if I know.

He told me to stay here and
watch you two.

So that's what I'm doing.

- So what do you thinks in the
box?

- I dunno, man Gordo's a drug
dealer

it's probably oxy or somethin'.

Who cares?

We're gonna get paid
big bucks for it,

that's all that matters.

- Paul's gonna get paid big
bucks for it.

You're probably just gonna
get a bullet.

You shot a cop.

You're a liability, mate.

- Don't try that Jedi-mind-trick
bullshit on me.

It won't work.

Now stop askin'
fucking questions.

- One more question.

A question you probably
should ask yourself.

Why would it take four
blokes to steal something

from a hospital that one bloke

could steal from some pharmacy?

Obviously whatever's in
the box is worth much more

than just some shit
hillbilly heroin.

- I'll put you in a fuckin'
box if you don't shut up.

- Why can't you just let us go?

- Thanks, I gave them up in '98.

- You don't remember me, do you?

- I've been a cop since
you were knocking back

titty milkshakes, son,
so please forgive me

if I don't remember
every rev-head, pot-head,

cokehead and fuckhead that
came across my blotter.

- Let me refresh your memory.

- You're a sales rep
for Yellow Pages?

- About a year ago,
downtown, you had me in

for questioning
over a rape charge.

You were convinced
I was your man.

- No, sorry, I've got nothin'.

- Six hours, we went
around and around.

You and me and one of these.

Your interrogation aid,
that's what you called it.

Now, I'd heard about
cops using phone books

to beat confessions
out of suspects before,

but I thought it was
just an urban myth.

Something those TV
cop shows made up.

But when I looked at
myself in the mirror later,

I was like, bugger me,
it's true.

Phone books really
don't leave bruises.

- So that's why you've
got me all trussed up?

So you can whale on me
for traumatizing you

with a phone book?

Okay, well, it's your wingding.

But please, mind the nose.

I don't want to lose my
Justin Bieber good looks.

- Oh, no, I don't hold
a grudge, Sarge.

I just want to find
out for myself

how effective these are

for extracting information.

- Oh, well, if you
want my mother's

secret chicken
cacciatore recipe,

I can tell you now it's
gonna be a long night.

- Let's see how funny you are

after a couple more
hours of that, eh?

- Son, you have no idea
what interrogations are like

in North Korea, Burma,
shitholes like that.

They use electric power
tools, rats, liquid nitrogen.

I used the velvet glove on you.

- Yeah, well no gloves
on tonight, old-timer.

Now, you can make this
stop at any time.

Just answer three
simple questions.

Is there a mole in my crew,

are there more cops
coming here now,

and what do you
know about Gordo?

- You might as well be
speaking North Korean, son.

I have no fuckin' idea
what you're talking about.

- Yeah, well you're right
about one thing right, Sarge.

It's gonna be a long night.

[phone book thudding]

- Hard to say where's more
dangerous out there or in here.

- Dylan, did you kill George?

- No.

I guess you could say
his life choices did.

- You go down paths that
seem like they'll lead you

to better places,
and then you realize

you've gone down a dead end.

And the worst thing
is you've dragged

everybody down with you.

- You're not responsible for
what's happening out there.

- We should've left
when you wanted to.

And I hesitated.

If we'd have gone just
a few minutes earlier--

- Maisie regrets will
not get us out of here.

We have to get ourselves
out of here.

- Any ideas?

- Not yet, you?

- Maybe.

- That's a surprisingly
good workout.

You feel it in the arms.

Do this a couple times a week,
you'd have guns like Arnie

in his prime in no time.

Here's an easy one
for you, Sarge.

What's your favorite
Schwarzenegger movie?

Or just favorite
movie in general?

It's not Shawshank
Redemption, is it?

Oh, thank fuck for that.

You just scored some
points in my book, Sarge.

That is such a cliched
favorite movie.

Not the movie itself, but having
it as your favorite movie.

But, like, you ask 10
people, and, I swear to God,

fuckin' seven of them will say

it's the best movie they've ever
seen.

Look, it's good, but it's not
that good.

It's no The Good, the Bad and
the Ugly,

or Seven Road Warrior, Dawn of
the Dead.

It's just so unoriginal
having that as your favorite.

It's like having fuckin' vanilla

as your favorite ice cream.

But you ask people, you
call them out and they say

oh, no, it's got such a
feel-good ending.

Fuckin' wake up, people.

Life doesn't have
feel-good endings.

There's no escape from
all the shit.

No beach, no old boat.

My colleague, John died
at the hospital today.

Right in the middle of the job.

Security guard capped him,
center mass, down he went.

We'd been working together
for years.

No feelgood ending there.

And I'm startin' to
think, Sarge,

that there isn't gonna
be one for you either.

Now, my little mate in there,
he's already killed a cop,

so whether he kills
another one or not,

they're gonna throw
the book at him anyway.

He's already tainted.

And it doesn't make any
difference to me if he does.

And he will kill you
if I ask him to.

He's an obedient little mutt.

All you have to do is
answer my questions

and I promise I'll
keep him muzzled.

Fine, clam up, bunker down.

A couple more hours of this

and you'll be begging
for a bullet.

What was that?

- It's hunker down,
not bunker down.

Bunker's a noun, not a verb.

- Oh my mistake.

Maybe I should be using
a dictionary instead.

You know, you remind
me of my Dad.

I hated the prick.

You fuckin' useless turd.

Shit, don't go anywhere.

- What the fuck?

[dramatic music]

[men grunting]

[punches thudding]

- How's the headache?

- Plenty of candles here.

You and the missus ever
get freaky in the bedroom?

Ever use any hot wax?

- Next time check me
for a spare set of keys,

you useless fucking turd.

[wind howling]

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Yeah, nothing a
couple of aspirin

and a shot of Scotch
wouldn't fix.

- Sergeant, Maisie and I were
wondering if we could just go

and leave you to sort
out the rest of this.

- Go?

Out in that?

- Yeah, we were just wanting
to get away for a while.

You know, clear our heads.

- Not possible, I'm sorry.

There's statements to be taken,
questions to be answered.

You two are part of this now.

- Have you called for backup?

- I can't. Lines are down,
and they smashed the radios.

- What about the radio in your
car?

- You two are a bit young,
I think,

to remember Cyclone Andy,
back in the summer of '81,

I think it was.

Had the same intensity
as this one.

I was just a rookie, you
know, green as grass.

The day after the storm, I
was helping with the cleanup.

We found this bloke
in his backyard.

I mean, Jesus Christ,
what would you be doing

out in the middle of a cyclone?

A star picket piece of metal
that was like this big,

had gone through his
chest and out his back.

The wind had been so strong, it
had driven

this piece of steel right
through him.

Staked him like a
fuckin' vampire.

So, in answer to your question,

no, I won't be going out
to my car.

I'll be waiting for the eye.

- The eye?

- Every cyclone has an eye.

It's a calm center that
has no wind, clear skies.

Lasts about I dunno,
five minutes.

By the sound of it,
this bastard's gonna make
landfall soon.

I'd say probably within
the next hour.

The eye'll be close by.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna go

and have a little chat
to your visitors.

You two better find
yourself a pack of cards.

- Sergeant?

I'm sorry about your partner.

- Not as sorry as they're
gonna be.

You mentioned a movie to me
earlier. Dawn of the Dead.

I saw parts of it a long
time ago.

I didn't like it.

I don't mind the odd
horror movie,

but I prefer a movie that
doesn't show you everything,

so you have to use your
imagination to fill in the gaps.

Much more scary.

I remember seeing a
movie when I was a kid.

It was an old one, black and
white, way before your time.

They had this lady
swimming in an indoor pool.

It was night, not a
lot of light.

And there was this jungle cat,
a black panther, I believe.

I'm not sure, but it was
in the room with her,

and it was creeping around
through the shadows.

You couldn't see it,
but you could hear it.

Oh, man I didn't sleep
for a week after that.

Not being able to see what's
happening, only hearing it,

is the most powerful way to
elicit fear.

Those interrogators
from the countries

I told you about earlier you
know, North Korea, Burma,

even the Yanks at Guantanamo

they use blindfolds
on their victims,

because it intensifies
the whole experience.

Ah, Paul Roberts,

AKA Paul Wilson,

AKA Paul Donovan,
AKA Paul Jones.

A man of many aliases but only
one face.

A face that is very
hard to forget.

Yeah, oh yeah I remember you.

You were my number one person
of interest in that rape case.

I wanted to bring you
in for a second round

with the phone book, but
you went off the grid

when we let you walk.

I am so really, really glad

that you came back on
my grid tonight.

If I had my way, I would
never have let you walk.

I would've had you
dead to rights.

Unfortunately, the victim
was thrown into a creek

and the water washed off a
lot of the physical evidence.

The tests were inconclusive.

Plus he wore a balaclava,

so she couldn't
identify his face.

And we never got our guy.

She survived the incident but
she was never the same again.

I mean, you couldn't
blame her, she was raped,

beaten, thrown from a bridge
into a saltwater creek,

and left to die with
a broken arm.

Her skin burnt by the sun,

covered in mosquito
bites and leeches.

It's lucky a crocodile didn't...

Seven months, seven
months after that night,

she took her own life.

Two weeks before
her 21st birthday.

Rose Olivia Wexler, my daughter.

Paul, don't insult me
by trying to deny it.

You have a history of
aggravated assault.

Violence against women.

Now, you were in Cairns
at that time.

You have no alibi
for that night.

A new piece of evidence
came to light

after you went underground.

Rose, as she got her memory back

she remembered a distinct
animal from that night.

A walrus, goo goo gajoob.

You know, I don't know
why the North Koreans

and all those crazy fucks
have to use all that weird

and wonderful machinery to
torture people

when all you need is a
standard Swiss army knife.

It has everything.

Look, it's got a corkscrew.

It also has a saw blade, a file
you know, even the tweezers,

they could come in handy.

Paul, I hate to be the bearer
of bad news,

but I'm not interested in
asking you any questions.

I'm interested in you suffering.

And twist.

- You know he's torturing them.

- It's not our problem.

- He's a cop, he can't do that.

- I don't really care
what he does to them.

- I'm worried about what
he's doing to himself.

- Let's get out of here.

- How?

- He's distracted.

We'll just slip outside,
jump in the car and go.

- It's too dangerous out there.

- He is dangerous, Maisie!

- I'll go in there and I'll talk
to him--

- Talk him down off the ledge?

He's already jumped.

And we're witnesses.

I'll get the car, I'll
bring it out to the door.

All you need to do is jump in.

- No, no, please don't
go out there.

- Hey trust me, I'd rather not.

But I think we need to have

our candlelit evening
somewhere else.

[dramatic music]

[wind howling]

Come on

- What's wrong?

- Well, the bad news
is our battery's dead.

The good news is,

there's a perfectly good
ambulance out there.

- You want to steal
a stolen ambulance?

- Do you remember which
one of them had the keys?

If it's either one of those
two, we've got a good chance.

You distract Wexler and I'll
look through their pockets.

- What if George had the keys?

- We're fucked.

- Tough guy, eh,
impervious to pain?

I may have to step it up.

I'm going to take the tape off
your mouth.

If you try to spit at me
or bite me,

the tape goes back on and
I begin to head south.

Do you get my drift?

Nod your head if you
get my drift.

- Wexler, you crazy fuck!

You're never gonna work
as a cop again after this!

- There's no jury that would
convict me

for torturing the man
who raped my daughter.

- That's what I was trying
to tell you, arsehole,

I didn't fuckin' do it!

- Oh, right, that's pure
coincidence that you have a
tattoo

of the same animal
that she remembered.

- John had the same tattoo!

We got matching ones!

Do your fuckin' research!

- I did.

I know that you and your
dead associate

have the same tattoo.

Thing is, he was out of
town the night it happened.

I've seen all of the video
footage that proves it.

Don't try to pin what you
did on your dead sidekick.

Be a man, and take
the consequences.

- Alright, look, look,
I'll tell you about Gordo.

What do you want to know?

The guy's a fence.

He mainly does drugs

but he moves other
shit as well.

He was supposed to meet us
here at seven to do the deal

Paul!

He was gonna sell it

to some black market dudes.

Paul!

They were gonna pay

him top dollar for it.

He was gonna pay us top
dollar for it.

He's the guy you want.

Paul! I don't care about Gordo.

I only want to know one thing.

Is it safe?

- What?

- Never mind.

I'm sorry, Paul, there is no
happy gas.

- Sergeant?

- You shouldn't be here.

- Please stop.

- I'm not sure I can.

- Can you honestly say this
is making you feel better?

- Yes.

No.

I don't know.

- You're not like them.

You're a policeman.

You're supposed to be good
uphold the law.

- The law failed her.

I failed her, my poor Rosie.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Making sure you're not giving
these guys heart attacks.

- You're no more a
paramedic than they are.

And what the fuck do you
care if these shitbags die?

- I don't, but not in our house.

- You should be lucky I'm in
your house.

I'm between you and this filth.

If I wasn't here, you'd be dead,

and they'd be taking turns
with your girlfriend.

- There's a line between
enforcing the law

and police brutality.

- Police brutality.

We're on the streets
day and night.

We're being yelled at,
we're being spat at,

we're being pissed on, we're
being shot at

and we're being stabbed.

Do you know all the shit that
goes down

that never gets into the news?

You ever seen a baby's
head crushed

by a stepfather high on ice?

Or a beaten mother nearly
decapitated by hedge trimmers?

No, you sit here in
your middle-class bubble

playing Grand Theft Auto.

You think that's your
walk on the wild side.

What happens when the wild
side walks in

through your front fuckin' door?

- Your daughter wouldn't
want to see you like this.

- You have no fucking idea
what my daughter would want.

You know what?

I've changed my mind.

You want out of here so bad?

I'll fucking help you!

- Yoo-hoo, loverboy?

You might want to get
Wexler's gun and handcuff keys

real soon, or Blondie here's

gonna feel the power
between my legs.

Do it or I crush her
fuckin' larynx!

- Give me the gun and keys.

- Don't do it, he's gonna kill
us all.

- Give me the keys!

- Right, now put the gun
in my hand

and get me out of all this shit.

I promise I'll play nice.

Harder than you think to
kill someone, isn't it?

Let me make it easier for you.

Ask yourself the question,
who do you trust more?

Me or him?

- I did what you asked.

Now let her go.

- Aw ain't love grand?

Alright, Ringo, time to
get the band back together.

- I'll thank you to slide
that piece across the floor,

or I'll snap his neck like a
fuckin' twig.

- I didn't touch your daughter.

But you can ask her that
yourself.

[gun bangs]

- What the fuck?

Man, you could've killed me!

- Bitch, bitch, bitch.

That's all I've heard from you
all night.

- I thought you said you didn't
kill cops.

- I thought you said a whole
army of 'em were comin' here.

Since when do two cops
make an army?

Tell me what really happened
to George.

- What's happening?

- Is this?

- The eye,

it's the calm
in the middle of the storm.

- Fuckin' trippy.

[George moaning]

- Is someone out there?

- Is that?

- Yeah, that's George.

- What the fuck happened to him?

- Good question, let's find out.

You go outside, get
George, bring him back in.

- That's a suicide mission.

This'll only last for a
few minutes

and then it's gonna come
back worse than before.

They could both be killed.

- That's why I'm staying
here with Ringo and you,

to make sure she doesn't
take off.

Clock's ticking, Blondie.

- Oh, man, the sky is green,
the fucking sky is green.

Is that normal?

You can't tell me that's normal.

- Shut up, she's nearly there.

- You, your fuckin' boyfriend.

Awwww, fuck!

- What is she doing?

Never send a woman.

- Can't I go and help her?

- You stay right fuckin' here.

[wind howling]

- It's comin' back.

- Come on, baby, nearly there.

- Well done, blondie!

I had my doubts, but
you delivered the goods.

Welcome back from the
dead, George.

Now let's have a little chat
about what happened earlier.

George, what happened
when you and this bloke

went down the street?

Did he shoot you, can you speak?

George?

- Fucker tried to get a
message to the neighbors.

Don't trust him.

Don't believe anything he says.

- It's okay, mate.

You've just confirmed
what I already suspected.

- No, wait!

He's the one you
shouldn't trust.

- Get out of the way, Blondie.

I don't want to have to shoot
through you,

ruin that lovely rack.

- Listen, when you were
texting Gordo earlier,

he was on his phone
typing behind your back.

And a few seconds later,
you get a text from Gordo.

Now, you think that's
a coincidence?

- Whoa, are you saying
George is Gordo?

- No way, I've met Gordo.

George is George,
Gordo is Gordo.

And you two are cactus.

- George was pretending
to be Gordo.

He's got Gordo's phone because
he's a cop,

and the cops have
arrested Gordo.

- You lying bitch!

- Nah, that's the same shit
he tried to spin earlier.

I didn't believe it then,
I don't believe it now.

- Check his phone, and
check sent messages.

And if I'm lying, then fine,
kill us.

- Kill 'em anyway, Paul!

We should've capped the both
of 'em when we first got here!

- George give us your phone.

- Are you fuckin' kidding me?

You really gonna believe this
lyin' bitch?

- Just give us your phone,

and we'll put this to
bed once and for all.

- I didn't bring my
phone in case I lost it,

and they traced it back to me.

- What's that in your pocket?

- I don't--

- Ringo.

- That's not mine.

That is not mine.

They put that there.

They fuckin' planted that on me!

- Hold on I'm coming, and
a missed call from me.

- Paul, I am telling you, I am
not a cop.

[gun bangs]

- Now I don't have to
wonder anymore.

Ringo, grab our shit.

Soon as this dies down,
we're off.

We'll find ourselves
another Gordo.

Well it's been real,
it's been fun,

but I wouldn't say it's been
real fun.

- One last thing,
one last thing.

What type of organ is it?

- Come again?

- In the box,

what type of
organ did you guys steal?

I mean, it is an organ, isn't
it?

For Gordo to be offering
such a high price?

So what type is it?

Heart, liver, new leg?

- A new leg?

What do you?

[screaming]

- He's not the only one back
from the dead, fuck-knuckle!

- Ringo kill him, kill 'em all!

[gun bangs]

Good boy, now finish the job.

John was right.

We never should've hired you.

Let me show you how it's done.

[gun bangs]

- I am sick of you bossing
me around.

Treating like shit,
like I'm stupid.

Keeping me in the
dark about everything.

And you know what?

I'm sick of you taking
all the credit.

You and John, you were
so tight, best mates.

You never wanted me
in your team.

I never felt like I belonged,
so I went and got this.

And you didn't know about it.

I had a secret that you
didn't know about,

Mr. big-time smartarse.

- You and his daughter?

- Yeah, she was pretty sweet.

And I'm gonna do the
same to her.

After I take care of
one more thing.

- No, Ringo don't open it.

- I'm done takin' orders
from you, Paul.

Oh, and by the way out of
you and John,

I much preferred John.

I wonder what Santy brought me,

and I can't wait 'till
Christmas morning to open it.

- Go, run.

- Where youse goin'?

Don't you want to stick around
and see

what the genius criminal
mastermind Paul got us

mastermind Paul got us

to take from the hospital?

No, aw, come on.

Must be good if we're all gonna
get paid big bucks for it.

Well, some of us, anyway.

- Ringo?

I'm no genius, but I know when
it's best

to leave well enough alone.

- Shut up, Paul.

You're not the boss of
me anymore.

I'll find my own buyer for this.

- If you're looking for a buyer,

you need to know what
product you're selling.

Do you know what
Cesium-137 is, Ringo?

It's a radioactive isotope.

Hospitals use it in their
radiotherapy departments.

They treat cancer with it.

And apparently you can use
it to make a dirty bomb.

Gordo had some guys lined
up. Guys with bushy beards.

I don't know what
they were planning,

but they were going to pay
handsomely for some Cesium-137.

- Problem with the Cesium-137
is, if it's not stored

and handled properly,
it's highly unstable.

And if you shake it up too
much, it can go critical.

And if it goes critical--

- It's beautiful.

- You say goodbye.

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

- We'll just get what we came
for and go.

Even being here right
now is risky.

Badass, baby.

You ready?

- Bit early, aren't youse?

- Avon calling!

- What're you doing in my house?

- Are you alone?

- Yeah, why?

- Are you Gordo?

- Yeah, why?

- Put all your drugs and
cash in there.

- Who are you people?

- Someone we both cared
for died of an overdose

from drugs that you sold.

- Okay, maybe they
shouldn't have taken them.

- Her drink was spiked
at a nightclub!

- And we traced it back to you.

- Look, I'm just a
retailer, okay?

I can't control what--

- Shut up and fill the bag!

- I can't, I can't do it.

- Find another line of
work, scumbag,

'cause if you keep dealing
drugs we know where you live.

You understand?

Good, here's a reminder.

- Dear Gordo, where the
fuck are you?

Smiley emoji, send.

- Is that Gordo?

- Hold on, I'm coming.

What is she doing?

Never send a woman.

[George groaning]

- If you shake it up too
much it can go critical.

And if it goes critical.

[Ringo screaming]

[wind howling]

[water lapping]

[somber music]

- We did it, little sis.

I love you, and I miss you.

- Well, it's safe to say
Gordo's little business

has been, uh, liquidated.

Him too.

It was nice of him to bankroll

our permanent overseas
holiday before he went.

- You don't think we'll get
radiation poisoning, do you?

- Well if we do,
consider these medicinal.

Why, how do you feel?

- I feel,

good.

[dramatic music]

[intense dramatic music]