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Morning, gentlemen.

If I'm wanted, I'll be
down in the counting house.

You still think I'm the sexiest
beast since Errol Flynn?

Who's Errol Flynn?

"Who's Errol Flynn?" Shit!

New batch
for the branches!

Over here, mate.

Yes?

Conway.

All right, I think these are
clear right now.

G'day, fellas.

- G'day, Robbie.
- G'day, Robbie.

You happy?

Yeah.

VH-2DA, Car 22 to base.

Come in, 22.

Listen, Eric, we're leaving
the Central Bank now.

Arrival should be
schedule minus five, okay?

Right.

Attention, counting
house dispatch,

convoy has left the Central
Bank five minutes early.

First van should
arrive at 12:25 hours.

What's the intake?

Only about six million.

Relax. Lionel Darcy reckons
the security here is tighter

than a fish's bum.

- See ya.
- Yeah, right.

22 to base.

Come in, 22.

Approaching
counting house now, base.

Roger, 22.

Help me out, Gloria, will you?

Hello.

Morning, ladies.

G'day, Cullen.

Don't let any bloke
see my machine guns.

- G'day.
- How are you?

Okay, here's the first one.

Press the hatch button.

Jesus,
five minutes early!

That's a bit of a
change for you buggers.

Yeah?

It's all right for you
fucking armchair drivers.

Seen any bunny
rabbits lately, mate?

Just the one.

Look out, mate.

Halfway
through the bank run.

Location as usual.

Yeah, righty-oh.

Jesus, hot as
buggery in there.

I could do with a drink.

Tell me something new.

Thought you were chatting
up the barmaid in this place.

Get in her purse, you reckon?

Yeah, found
out her husband's

been passing the bottle about.

- Oh, g'day, Nacker.
- Hey.

You still pinching meat?

Come on, Dick, the job's
gotta have a few perks.

Got a nice big leg
of lamb here, Dick.

Just the feel of it will
make any bugger randy.

I'm getting a bit
sick of lamb, Nacker.

Haven't you got any steak?

I've got a nice sirloin from
a two-year-old Hereford.

Lovely.

You could've eaten
him out of the paddock.

Give me 10 minutes, mate.

I'm concerned, Connor,

concerned about
powder-puff penalties.

There's far too
much talk these days

about the rights
of criminals, stop.

What about the rights
of security patrolman

who are mugged
after dark, semi-colon,

no make that a question
mark.

Come in!

And what about
armored-car drivers-

- Sorry to interrupt,
but I thought-

- Yes, all right.

Thank you very much,
Maureen. Thank you.

Security
patrolman who are mugged

after dark, semi-colon, no
make that a question mark.

Come in!

And what about the
rights armored-car drivers...

Did you hear about
the Irish astronauts

who decided to go to the
sun instead of the moon?

No.

Well, they decided to go to
the sun instead of the moon.

You can't go to the
sun. You'd just burn up.

They said, "That's all
right. We'll go at night."

Inside! Quick, quick!

Okay, get inside!

Get in quick!

Go on then, in the box!

Inside!

Enough!

Hurry up now, guys.

Hello, girls!

Come on, come on.

Hey, Dick, hey, Dick!

I've got...

Stay within the speed limits.

Sure.

Take your mask off!

Darcy's Control, Eric Jackson.

Service 10, Control.

Service 10, go.

David, one of the
vans has been hit.

Tell Mr. Darcy, he's
on the firing range.

Right.

Get right back there.

Right back.

Who is he, Sergeant?

No idea, I'm afraid.

Any witnesses?

I don't think so.

This lot arrived
as they drove off.

They had a cream
Holden station waggon.

No one got the number.

See if Darcy's got
a key to this thing.

Your motto has to
be "eternal vigilance."

Constant suspicion.

That big bloke at
the factory entrance,

wasn't he there yesterday?

That grey car.

Where have I seen that before?

Ask yourself these
questions every...

A hundred and
fifty grand, eh, Ben?

Oh, 150 each!

Not bad for five minutes work.

- 10, mate, 10!
- Okay, ten!

Dino!

Yes, very good, Dino.

Clothes, passport,
first-class air ticket to Tehran.

Here's some cash in
US dollars to go on with.

Your share of today is 40%.

Mr. Henderson said
it'll be forwarded to you

in Iranian rials
in about a week.

The cost of all this
stuff will be deducted

from your percentage.

Good businessman,
Mr. Henderson.

Yes, that's right.

Strictly a businessman.

Jesus, Dick Martin.

Give these fellas a hand.

- Here you go.
- Good.

Give us a hand with it, come on.

Take it easy. Come on.

You get a look on him, Dick?

Will you get those people back?

Will you get those
people back there?

The driver, as you can see,

there's quite a lot of
blood on his head, there.

Looks like they hit him.

Patrol
to nine, one, two, and three.

Location...

Thank you, Mrs. Campbell.

Gentlemen.

For what we are
about to receive,

the Lord make us
truly thankful, Amen.

Amen.

Right, do you know
what happens now?

Legal and United are gonna
put our insurance premiums up.

One more little
robbery like today's

and we're going to
be out of business.

Come on, it's the lunch break.

He's right, Mr. Darcy.

If the men are on
the road after 12:00,

the unions insist
on a lunch break.

Then ram this robbery
down the union's throat.

After today's little farce,

they're gonna have
to make a deal.

Yeah, but what about this?

Oh, some kid
watching too much TV.

Check it out as much
as you can, will you?

And listen, you remember that
cashier we had for 10 years?

Started shoving
$50 bills in his boot.

And that's not where the
lady cashiers used to put them.

Jackson, that fellow
that got trussed up with

a leg of lamb today.

Dick Martin, you know him?

Only been with the
armoured cars a few months,

but seemed okay.

Most of these old ex-coppers

aren't worth feeding, frankly.

Listen, why don't we get
some of the younger blokes,

ex-Vietnam boys?

I don't know, sir, the
police take the view

they're trigger happy.

Another problem there too.

They, um, they wouldn't
pass the CPI test.

Huh, what the hell is that?

Oh, you've authorised it, sir.

The American
system I instituted.

You see, we grade
them one to five,

on the basis of 400 questions.

Now grades one
and two are reject.

They're too intelligent,
they get bored of the job.

See, you got to
fail the entry exam

to be able to work here.

Yes.

Detective Sergeant
Rose, Hold-up Squad.

Look at the
video monitor please, sir.

It might be possible
to rob a van on the road.

Detective Sergeant, but
this area is impregnable.

You reckon?

Call me Sammy.

The doors wouldn't be raised
for any unauthorised vehicle,

we're in radio contact
with all our vans.

Yeah, what if someone
stole one of those tin cans

and just drove it in here?

It wouldn't make
any difference.

It wouldn't be on
the roster, Mr. Ross.

Sammy.

And if it isn't on the
roster, it doesn't get in.

Yeah?

I always work on the
assumption though,

that any bloke that wants
to knock off a place like this

doesn't have to break in.

He works here.

This little lot would
tempt Jesus Christ.

Crap.

Maybe.

But what sort of
security man could afford

not to take it seriously?

This one.

I reckon you ought to check
out anyone that joined Darcy's

in the past couple of months.

My security
screening system is...

Oh, come on David.

Your bloody security
system's not worth a crumpet

if some bloke slips past
and does the place over.

I don't think I need
you to teach me my job,

Detective Sergeant Rose.

Where did you get him from?

Darcy dug him up somewhere.

He used to be over
the police force in Ulster,

or London, or Cornshire,
or somewhere, I don't know.

You certainly
gave him the shits.

Yeah.

All right, you got rid of him.

Now what?

No fooling you, mate.

Better believe it.

Couple of things I might be
able to follow up on that, uh,

on the job today.

Glad to hear it.

This too.

I know a few people
who tell me things.

Might be a bit costly.

Not real orthodox though.

We'll meet once a month
and exchange notes.

Jesus, you better be good.

Can I use your phone?

Yes?

That detective again, wants
to know about the Darcy job.

Tell him.

We heard a rumour
that Tony Duggan

and a man called Ben
Lancer were involved.

Darcy's have had a note
threatening the counting house.

We have no knowledge of that.

A counting house, Ernest,
we should find out about that.

If someone's planning to take
it, they might need our help.

There you are.

You don't get contacts like that

hanging around Sunday school.

See you in church.

Leave us alone, will you?

Security business.

You know anything?

Of course.

Someone's on to us.

Oh, what?

Security's got a note
saying the counting house

is going off.

- Any names?
- No.

Well, what are
you worrying about?

Fuck me, it's probably
just some ratbags,

they get them all the time.

But what if there
is someone else?

I've been planning this
job for five years, five!

And I don't want it fouled up

by some half-wit
getting in before us.

Or any 18-year-old tart

who's been listening
to you talk in your sleep.

You're not the only one
that's been sitting around

for five years, you know.

By the time you're ready,

we'll be rushing into the
bloody counting house

in wheelchairs.

We go when I say, could
be another six months.

Gear's not ready and I
still haven't worked out

how to fix the van rosters.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

If you think it's
such a pushover,

why don't you ring Lionel Darcy

and ask him to drop the 20
million dollars around here,

save us a lot of trouble!

What's this lot, Eric?

Group of new recruits.

Security wants me
to run a field check.

They
reckon one of this mob

might be planning it.

- Anything in it?
- I doubt it.

This bloke's a bit of
a weirdo, Leo Bassett.

Looks like
he couldn't fight his way

out of a light fog.

What are you gonna do about him?

Push him a bit.

See how he shapes up.

What if you reckon
he's planning something?

Tell security, and they
can get rid of him for us.

What if he comes up clean?

Still tell them to
keep an eye on him.

Better him than us.

You know him?

I've seen him round,
he's on night patrols.

Bugger comes to work in a Jag.

Apart from the fact that
he looks like a poofter,

what made you pick on him?

Look under interests.

Music, poetry?

- He is a poofter.
- Mmm-mmm, got the address.

Kathmandu Towers.

Bit flash.

See when I...

You know what you do
in a situation like this?

You swing the stiff
arm around like this,

knock the gun aside, then
hit him with the other fist.

Didn't you read your
instruction manual?

Yes, sir.

Security officers are to seal
gates and doors behind them.

Sealed means locked.

Yeah, I'm sorry
sir.

What else?

- Else?
- Else!

What
else did I do wrong?

You called me "sir"
and you don't even know

who the hell I am.

I could have killed senior
supervisor Eric Jackson

10 minutes ago and
taken his uniform.

Yes, I remember. I'm sorry.

Well?

Well, may I see your
identification please?

Better.

What's your mother's
middle name?

Why?

Quick, quick!

Like the job, Leo?

Oh, it's okay.

Bit early to tell.

Pay's a bit lousy.

Listen, you slave your
guts out for five years,

they make you a supervisor.

Yeah.

You like driving, Leo?

I hear you've got a Jag.

Yes.

Well, I've seen you drive.

Have you?

I thought I'd been
forgotten, where was that?

Oh, at the Liverpool Raceway.

I was there the night that
Peter Romano got killed.

Peter? Oh, yeah.

I told him it was dodgy, cutting
in on me on the top corner.

Control to Car 16.

Car 16.

Attend your code 180.

I have a break at this time.

Roger.

Here's your big chance, Leo.

Well, it's probably just
another false alarm. I hope.

For Christ's sake!

Will you get
this fucking thing started!

There they are.

Shit!

I measure our
success by a low profile.

And what do you do, huh?

You get yourself
on the front page.

Well, what have you
got to say for yourself.

It's a hell of an old photo.

Why couldn't you
wait for the police, huh?

You're supposed to protect
property, not destroy it.

If I had of waited, sir, those
kids would have got away.

Besides, David asked me
to check out a new recruit.

Leo Bassett.

That's right, Mr. Darcy,
over the counting house note.

Bassett?

What's supposed to
be wrong with him?

Oh, he's a sort of
intellectual type, sir.

Keeps to himself, but I
don't think he's as naive

as he makes out.

You're a good
security man, Jackson.

But you over-played
your hand last night.

I don't favour the James
Bond tactics.

Oh, take a couple of weeks
off until this thing blows over.

Don't talk to the media!

You were 24 years
with the police force.

You were awarded
commendation for bravery

and you were the captain
of the police pistol team.

Why were you dismissed?

I resigned.

It's all in the file.

Come on, Mr. Martin.

It was your career and
career policemen do not resign.

Well, the branch had SP
blokes in a whole lot of pubs

paying them behind the door...

Bribes?

You were a
policeman, Mr. Griffiths,

you know how the system works.

Well, they sent me around
one Saturday to check one out.

Someone had tipped
off Internal Affairs.

As soon as this
bookie came up to me

and gave me the envelope,
they had me on toast.

And you had been sharing

in the bribes from
the bookmakers?

Well, I guess the odd
50 bucks came my way.

Sort of an unofficial licence.

Very public spirited.

But why did your
colleagues inform on you?

Well, it wasn't all of them.

Just one.

He was planning a
couple of little deals

I wouldn't go along
with, so he set me up.

And you mentioned
all this at the inquiry.

Nah, no point.

I just drifted into the
security business,

like a lot of rejects.

Discipline is the name
of the game, Bobby.

Some of our men get around
with their shirts hanging out,

buttons undone.

In fact they're getting
so damned careless...

Okay, okay.

They forget to
zip up their flies.

You've got Buckley's
chance of getting all this

passed by the union.

You tell them, if there is
another robbery around here

they'll all finish up
bouncing drunks out of pubs.

What about Martin, Mr. Darcy?

Who the hell is Martin?

Thanks, John.

The driver in
that leg of lamb job.

You're in charge of
security, what do you suggest?

I think he should
be dismissed.

Who, Martin?

He failed to survey
the area properly

and his heroics were childish.

Look, Lionel,
Martin's all right.

I knew him when he
was with the division.

I still
say he ought to go.

At least he had a
go at those blokes.

And the final analysis,
we still need men.

Get rid of the other
two, and put him on

night patrol for a while.

He won't be the first ex-cop

that's had a second
chance at Darcy's.

How about that patrolman

you gave a ride
through the window?

Bassett? Huh!

Scared him to death.

He's harmless.

Yeah, well,
Lionel Darcy isn't.

They've got the wind
up over that van job.

There'll be that
many regulations,

you'll need a
passport and six keys

to get into the shithouse.

Can't you stop them
through the union?

Oh, some of 'em, but..

We're gonna have to make a move.

It's not getting any easier.

Need cash, that's the problem.

Few things to buy.

I've got a couple of thousand.

Not enough, Ed.

I got some leave.

I'll sort it out.

Good bye, darling.

Be a good boy.

Mummy won't be long.

Mrs. Hawkins is
going to feed you.

Oh, Eric, couldn't we take him?

We'll be back
Thursday, Mrs. Hawkins.

Time to take
another caller on the boogey line.

Hello, are you there?

Hello, are you there?

I know you're there, I
can hear you sneezing.

Hello.

Hello, who's that?

Judy here, Tony.

Hi, Judy...

Eric, do you remember
before we were married,

that weekend we went
up to the beach house

that you borrowed?

Mummy found out
about it; Was so shocked.

Yes, she wasn't one
of my greatest fans.

You didn't make
much of an effort.

She didn't understand
about racing cars

and all that sort of thing.

No, but that didn't
stop her nagging me

into giving it all up.

You used to
think it was worth it.

Leo Bassett!

Richard Martin.

O'Neil.

I've been waiting
for you for an hour.

- What?
- I work here.

I was on late shift and
I left my purse inside

and it's got my money
and my keys and everything.

Can I see your Velva
permit card, miss?

Ah, yes.

Sorry.

Oh, here it is.

Mindel?

Seagers.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss
Seagers, I still can't let you in.

I only patrol this factory,

I don't have the keys.

Oh, could you
give me a lift home?

No, not possible.

I'm sorry, it's the
patrol company rules...

Oh, go on.

It's only a mile away.

Yeah, okay.

Well, I guess
I'll be by this way

at least four times
tonight anyway.

Great job.

You could just go
home and go to sleep

and nobody would ever know.

Yeah, doesn't
quite work that way.

Well, some places we
have to punch in time...

Hey!

Shut up!

Open the safe!

There's no safe in here.

Touch that alarm and
I'll blow your head off.

I don't know what
you're so worried about.

You're only giving me lift home.

Well, I've only been
there a little while,

they're always
checking up on me.

How long have you been there?

A month.

Oh. Bloody thing.

Is there a caretaker?

No, not here.

Have you got a hair pin
or a nail file in your bag?

Look, go to the flat downstairs

and see if you can
borrow their keys.

- Well, sometimes they work.
- Okay.

There isn't anybody...

You're a genius.

How did you do it?

- Well, I just...
- What's your name?

Leo Bassett.

Well, Leo.

Come in and have a drink.

Oh, no thanks.

I've got to finish the rounds.

Maybe some other night.

Yeah. Look, call in.

I'm usually home after 6:00.

Okay, I will.

Bye, Leo, thanks again.

Bye. Okay.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm so sorry...

Sorry, sir, no
one allowed inside.

It's all right, mate.

I'm from Darcy's.

No. No one at all.

Do you want to patrol
or be a taxi driver?

Sammy, will you tell
this bloke, for Christ's sake,

who I am?

It's all right.

It's the sales
manager at Darcy's.

I suppose this girl
that Mr. Bassett escorted

does work here?

Miss Seagers?

Oh, yes, for a few
weeks, I've seen her around.

Somebody tell me something.

Your base sent
out a supervisor.

John Dolan.

After this bloke shot
through with a bit of crumpet,

someone hit Dolan over the head.

Excuse me.

And tied these two
up, while they were...

Working late.

Yeah.

And did the safe, $50,000.

Well, where's Dolan?

Did you get a doctor?

It's a bit late for that.

Jesus Christ.

Police now believe
that the killer of patrolman

John Dolan, is or
was an employee

of Darcy's Security Services

as he actually had information

about payroll deliveries
to Velva Cosmetics.

Darcy's executives, not
surprisingly, won't comment.

But my information is that...

Okay, let's get Darcy
if we can. Up this way.

Hope you got what you need.

The job.

What do you mean?

Dolan.

Yeah.

It was an accident.

Yeah, when you're
in the shit up to here,

it doesn't matter how
you got there, does it?

Dick.

How's it going?

Oh, real good, Sammy.

Always wanted to spend the
nights running around factories.

You still winning a lot of money
off horses you didn't back?

I've told you before, Dick,

it wasn't me who
set you up in that pub.

Geez!

I always thought you were
the best bloke in the squad.

Yeah.

You just couldn't help
yourself, could you, Sammy?

Even when your
mates got in the way.

Leo Bassett, it was
one of your patrols

that John Dolan was covering.

What's your personal
reaction to his death?

Look, I don't wanna...

I have no comment.

Hang on. There's Darcy.

Well, looking at
the brighter side,

I did manage to sell that
randy manager $10,000

worth of security alarm.

Mr. Darcy, Stuart
Littlemore, National News.

Two killings involving
your organisation

in the last few days.

Isn't it all these uniforms and
weapons, breeding violence?

No, the violence
is already there.

We're hoping to combat it.

We're just a symptom
of the disease.

Not the cause. Excuse me.

Hey.

- Eric Jackson?
- That's right.

Detective Sergeant
Sammy Rose, Hold-up Squad.

Who's this?

My brother, Brian.

- You're Darcy's too?
- Yeah, that's right.

With the armoured vans.

That's you?

Yeah.

'Course, I remember,
Eric Jackson.

Who would've thought of it?

You were doing all right.

Why'd you get out?

Got married.

Wife wasn't too keen

on someone bringing
him home in a bucket.

Yeah?

You wanna go back to it?

Drop out of that
game for a few years

and you're 1000 years old.

What's this?

It's gonna be a camper van.

Cost much, this sort of thing?

You reckon I knocked
off that cosmetic factory

to pay for it?

Maybe he can pay
some of the build it, then.

Stop getting me over.

Not really.

Where were you last
Tuesday night, Eric?

I went up
to the mountains.

Had a few days off.

Senior supervisor,
you were in a position

to tell from the patrol reports,

about that manager staying late.

Wasn't much of a secret.

Patrol blokes used to watch
them through the office door

'till they had the
glass frosted.

That manager went
through secretaries

like turds out of a
canary's ass.

Wife go with you to
the mountains, Eric?

Yes.

You can talk to her.

She's in the house.

What's your
theory on all this?

You've been at
Darcy's a long time,

must know everyone.

Just about.

I don't know.

There's that bloke, Bassett.

Meant to be patrolling the
place when Dolan got killed.

Seen the place he
lives in, his car?

On a patrolman's wages.

Darcy's own
inquiry cleared him.

- Seemed pretty ordinary...
- Well, it's an act.

He's too ordinary.

Tries too hard.

Mr. Henderson?

Mr. Henderson?

Mr. Henderson?

Ah, hello, Sammy.

Sit down.

You met my mother.

Mum, Detective Sergeant Rose.

Good afternoon, missus.

Solved a lot of baffling
cases lately, Sammy?

Working on one at Darcy's.

Might be worth keeping
an eye on a Mr. Leo Bassett.

Kathmandu Towers.

Bassett?

What's wrong?

Police given up watching people?

Department
works on a shoestring,

costs a lot to watch
a guy full-time.

All right, Sammy.

What'll you do for us?

Darcy's is now
a client of mine.

You help me nail
whoever is planning

to take the counting house,

I'll close the file on the
armoured van hold-up.

I've never liked guns.

I wouldn't come here
if it wasn't compulsory.

Well, why join a
security company then?

Well, I like driving.

I'm gonna get transferred
to the armoured vans.

Here, let me show you.

You want?

Righto,
that's it for you blokes,

Union meeting now.

If anyone's coming at
you, empty your gun in them.

You can't rely on one or
two stopping them these days.

Why is that?

Well, most of the crims
are on drugs, stimulates them.

They'll just get up again,

if you don't hit them
right in the heart.

Don't worry about it, son.

You, uh, staying
for the meeting?

Yeah.

Dick Martin.

Leo Bassett.

Yeah, I know, the night, um...

Dolan got killed.

Yeah. Bad news.

Remember, anyone
asks a curly one,

check if they're financial.

If they're not,
question's out of order.

Righto, let's get
on with it, come on.

- Give us a song then.
- Come on. Come on.

This is serious.

Come up here, Danny.

Give us your wrist, son.

Now you know the
management reckons

that chaining us to
the catch is going to be

an effective deterrent
against hold-ups.

Crap!

- Right.
- Rubbish.

I believe it'll be
like tying a calf up

alongside a river
full of crocodiles.

We'll have a frigging ball
and chain around our feet next.

Yeah. Correct.

It's a matter of principle.

A chain, is an infringement
of personal liberty.

We're not
bloody convicts.

You ought to be, mate.

Ahh, get stuffed!

I tell you then, that
we're unanimous,

in telling the management
they can shove their chains.

No!

Martin. Richard Martin.

He's okay. Financial.

Yeah, fine.

So, we have
one dissenting voice.

That's right.

Listen, if we're
chained to the money,

it'll make it impossible
for anyone to steal it.

They wouldn't even try.

And if Darcy's is robbed again,

they'll never get insurance.

And all of us poor
bastards will be out of work.

Perhaps, you didn't
know, Mr. Martin,

that this idea
was tried in Italy.

They manacled two
guards to a cash box.

Mowed them down
with a machine gun,

sawed their bloody arms
off and took the cashbox,

with their arms still
dangling by the wrists.

Bullshit!

They're chained
up, Mr. Martin.

You'll be like a lamb
being led to the slaughter.

Yeah.

A big leg of lamb.

Come on, son.

Righto, righto.

Calm down. Calm down.

Meeting's over.

Mark down unanimous
decision, no handcuffs.

Is it true what
happened in Italy.

Oh, fucked if I know.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Tell me something
that's been worrying me.

If someone put a gun on
your back, what would you do?

I get my hands up real fast.

You just wouldn't swing
around with a stiff arm

and knock it aside?

Not me, Leo.

That's real lairy stuff.

Who told you that?

Eric Jackson.

Oh, that senior
supervisor bloke.

Yup.

What else did he tell you?

Oh, nothing in particular.

He just seemed to
want to provoke me.

Yeah?

Get your hands up, mister.

Come on.

All right, where's the body?

What body?

The Darcy supervisor
you clobbered.

Bloke called Eric Jackson.

- What'd you do to him?
- Do to him?

Don't put that act on with me.

I am him.

Come on. Come on.

Look at all this, eh?

You're just a bloody burglar.

What Darcy's man
would have all that stuff?

Look at the
photograph, you half-wit.

Well, there is a
passing resemblance.

But then again, I'm
always being told

that I'm a dead ringer
for Clint Eastwood.

Patrol area C4 to C3.

Come in.

C4 to C3. Come in.

C3.

Oh, Leo, would you
recognise a senior supervisor

named Eric Jackson?

Yes. Why?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Face the bloody wire.

I'm under orders from

Darcy Security to run
a field check on you,

Mr. Tricky Dickey Martin.

A field check?

As I remember,
senior supervisors

are meant to field
check patrolmen

by accompanying them
from their depot, right?

This is the joker that
claims to be Eric Jackson.

But he's got a whole mess of
bloody burglar tools with him.

He even forced the gate.

Take a look at this.

More like an ass,
than a face, isn't it?

Dick, it is senior
supervisor, Eric Jackson.

No. Really?

Now take off these handcuffs.

In future, don't go
sneaking up on people, huh?

You're liable to get hurt.

Come on, Leo.

- Eric!
- Great job that was.

Who told Martin I was coming?

Just hold it.

What do you mean?

It was just to field
test him, that's all,

you were the best
man for the job.

Who asked?

Darcy, Conway?

Conway?

That's it then.

He's an old mate of Martin's!

Now, hang on, Eric.

Just tell me what happened.

I followed him
into a container yard.

How'd you get in?

Had a kit. Hmm.

Burglars' kit?

Oh, Christ, man, you know...

You asked me to
check him out, David.

What do you expect me to do?

Walk in there
strumming a guitar?

Did Martin see the stuff?

Yes, he was waiting for me.

Seemed to know
what I was gonna do.

Smashed me over
the head with a pistol.

Darcy will read
about it in the report.

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, that's real gratitude.

I'm sorry.

I try to pin down the bloke
that did over poor old Dolan,

and I get lumbered.

Dolan?

You think Martin was in on it?

Of course.

Got kicked out of the
police force, didn't he?

Probably all of them in it.

Martin, Conway and Bassett.

Conway?

That's impossible.

He's a branch manager.

You told me yourself
you thought he was paying

some sort of
graft to that copper

that was always hanging around.

It could be hush money.

And Bassett.

Now, there's a strange one.

Yeah, he turned up at
the container yard tonight.

Did he?

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll keep an eye on Conway.

You get into Bassett's place.

Have a good look around,
see what you can find.

Plant a microphone.

All right.

What about Martin's report?

I'll think of something.

But I'll try and get

Darcy to put you in
an office job for a while.

Office job?

What about putting me
in the counting house?

Sure as hell you need
a better roster clerk

than old Jameson.

All right, I'll see
what I can do.

I'd better be going.

No. Just...

Stay for a while, Eric.

Have another drink.

See you, David.

Yeah?

Fairy bloke went out and a
boxer-looking type turned up.

Never seen him before.

Ernest.

I think he's going
up to the fairy's place.

Okay, try and keep him
talking if he comes out.

Bassett's.

Right, 4th floor, room 48.

Want me to come with you?

No.

All right. No worries.

Door's locked.

Ah, if anyone was here,
they'd be gone by now.

Bugger!

Divorce cases, eh?

That's right.

Ah, I can always tell.

Learn a lot about
people in my job.

I don't like it.

You shouldn't have
called me at the office.

Yeah, but if I
hadn't called you...

Oh, must be some money in
this private detective business.

Security.

Security,
whatever you call it.

In a hurry to go to
the loo, were you?

Shit.

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

Looking awfully
hard for nothing.

You know, somebody
gets killed at the factory,

and then your flat
gets all smashed up.

And you say this
security work is boring.

Mostly it is, Mindel.

Do you think I look
like Faye Dunaway?

Some of the girls
at work think I do.

So having your flat broken into

is all just part of the job, eh?

No, it depends.

What's it depend on?

What?

Having your flat broken into?

Well, it depends
on what you're doing.

Do you think I have
a good figure, Leo?

Sure.

Are you doing something awful?

No.

Why did somebody
break into your place?

You've got a
secret, haven't you?

What is it?

Look, I haven't got a secret.

Well, maybe it's a
secret of Darcy's.

Well, what is it?

Go on, I love secrets.

Well, I now work for
an insurance company.

Oh, that's nothing.

So does my brother.

Do you know he sold
more insurance last year

than anybody else in the state?

Yeah, but this is different.

Why?

Well, I get
put into places like Darcy's

to check on people.

You played right
into his hands, Eric.

You're
an undercover man.

Oh, come on Mindel.

That's a bit off.

Oh, Leo.

This is so exciting.

It's just like James Bond.

They've gone into the bedroom.

Any mic in there, Eric?

You should've put it in there.

Not in the living room.

You'll have to use
your imagination, Ernest.

And in future, ignore
people like Mr. Bassett.

Keep a low profile, and you
can get away with murder.

But what do you actually do.

Are you looking for
someone in particular

in this Darcy place?

Darcy's.

No, this apartment, the
car, and me, are all just bait.

Bait.

Well, no one
believes I'm for real.

So, if someone's
got something to hide,

they just come sniffing around.

You
mean you investigate

by doing absolutely nothing?

Mindel, you are
an inquisitive girl.

I am not, I'm just very,
very friendly, that's all.

- Inquisitive.
- Mmm.

Morning, Mrs. Jackson.

We're from Darcy's.

Eric's not here.

Someone phoned.

He's away on special duty.

Yes. I know.

He left some stuff here,
asked us to drop over for it.

Gave us this key,
stuff's in there.

Oh, that's the garage key.

He doesn't allow
anybody in there.

Oh, he's a good security
man, Mrs. Jackson.

Don't you worry about it.

Very ingenious, Eric.

That replica van is
evidently a real work of art.

Do you know what, Eric?

We found almost $40,000
under the floorboards.

That must have been
to finance its completion.

Right?

No.

I've got a little
proposal, Eric.

You cut me in for a
modest percentage,

and I'll let the
whole plan go ahead

and give you some back up.

How about that, Eric?

Get up, you idiot.

He hardly touched you.

[Ernest Are you?

Kick him!

Catch him, you poofters!

Take his legs!

Well, Eric, back
to my proposal.

The plan goes ahead with my help

and I take a modest percentage.

What percentage?

66 and two-thirds.

Not modest enough.

I do the work.

I plan the job.

And yet, some would
say, I have the upper hand.

All right.

You can keep 40%, Eric.

I'm being very generous.

Bring in the nail clippers.

I genuinely find these methods
distasteful these days, Eric.

I'm a businessman, a
collector, not a hoodlum.

Isn't that right, Ernest?

That's right, Mr. Henderson.

Now, we can move
along your foot toe by toe,

and I wouldn't like that,
you wouldn't like it either,

or we could do a deal.

Now what do you say, Eric?

All right.

Cut it, partner.

Not a partner, Eric,

I don't enter into partnerships.

An employee.

Do something about
that blood, Ernest,

it'll run all over the
carpet in a minute.

I still don't trust him.

He's too smart.

He doesn't trust us either.

But I think he
realises he needs us.

Not as much as we need him.

We should've stuck
to what we know.

We're no good at business.

Defeatist talk, Ernest.

We were beaten when those
import restrictions were lifted.

After this, we'll re-equip
and be able to compete with...

Hello, Eric.

How did my little idea go over?

Like a Chinese brick balloon.

This is an aggressive
young man, Eric.

He speaks in a very cheeky
way, it's oddly familiar.

My brother, Brian, Ed.

This is Jack Henderson.

I'd rather you all
call me Mr. Henderson.

- I think a little respect...
- Respect?

You just tortured
poor bloody Eric.

I think it makes for
greater efficiency, don't you?

Eric's just told me all
about your little plan, Brian.

Brilliant!

That's the only word for it.

But, there are flaws.

One.

You're gonna have
to finish building

that van somewhere safer.

Leave that to me.

Two.

You'll need more help inside
the counting house itself.

With three of my men
along, you can halve the time

it takes to load and get out.

All right.

But no one except
Brian, Ed and myself

need know the
details of the operation.

Agreed.

You're in charge

until you arrive at
a tyre place I own

10 minutes from Darcy's.

Ernest here takes over then.

We'll have you out of the
country on separate flights

faster than anyone could credit.

Out of the country?

Were you thinking of
booking into the Hilton?

Throwing a big party,
inviting a few girls around.

And what about the money?

That will be converted by
us into appropriate currencies,

and forwarded to you.

Oh, I see.

We steal 20 million
bucks, give it to you,

put on a false
moustache and piss off to,

I don't know where.

Trust is the name
of the game, Brian.

Trust?

If one of your mob said
good morning to me,

I'd put on my
pyjamas and go to bed.

That's how much I trust you.

You steal 20
million dollars, son,

and every police
force in the world

will be looking for you.

With my organisation, you'll
be able to keep the money.

Half of it.

40 percent.

All right, whatever.

For a couple of airline
tickets and a bit of false hair?

It's not much, I reckon,
for 12 million bucks.

It's what you
do for your share!

Tell him, Eric.

Without my help you'll
be caught within a week.

Mind the water.

Eric!

How's the gout, Eric?

Oh, it's clearing up, thanks.

Get all that muck
off the bonnet.

That should teach you to lay
off the pops, mate.

Well, uh, look after
yourself, all right?

Yeah, see you.

How'd you get onside
with that Welsh poofter?

Listen to his boring stories

about his marriage breaking up.

Poor bastard got blackmailed
by some little queen.

Got chucked out
of the police force,

that's why he came out here.

We still go on Wednesday?

Yeah, Wednesday.

- Righto, Brian.
- It's all over, mate.

We know all about you.

All right, what's the joke?

Lie detector, mate.

Darcy's got some yank in town
going through the whole staff.

You're on Tuesday, same as me.

Graham's already done it.

Yeah, got all
sorts of funny questions.

They ask you if
you toss yourself off,

and when you say "no",

the bloody needle goes
right through the ceiling.

There's one they keep
asking over and over though.

"You killed Dolan?",

"You know who killed
Dolan?", that sort of thing.

All okay.

Sure.

Just
keep an eye on them,

in the counting house.

You should reach the
tyre depot by 1:30 p.m.

Okay.

Here's Ernest.

They must have
complete confidence in us,

my reputation is built on it.

Good morning, this is
Dino, one of my men,

he'll be helping you
in the counting house.

Not very big is he,

wouldn't look too
convincing in a uniform.

Darcy's don't hire
too many dwarfs.

I can vouch for
Dino's expertise.

A lot of my jobs would never

have been concluded
successfully without him.

Everything needed for your
exit for the country is here.

Care to check it?

Passports, traveller's
checks, visas.

One for France, one for
Brazil, and one for Korea.

Can't imagine why anyone
would want to go to Korea?

All this will be useless

if we don't stop that
lie-detector bloke.

Maybe Dino
should pay him a visit.

- Dino?
- Not necessary.

I thought he was auditioning

for Snow White this afternoon.

I have a friend who's
a fearless crusader

for the underdog.

Detective Sergeant
Sammy Rose, please.

Is your middle name Woodrow?

Yes.

Do you live in Sydney?

Yes.

Do you know who
killed John Dolan?

No.

Can you keep still please?

Did you have
something to eat today?

Yes.

Did you ever smoke?

Yes.

Were you present when
John Dolan was killed?

No.

Do you wear glasses?

No.

- Did you kill John Dolan?
- Mr. Harris?

Yes.

We're from the
licencing branch.

Are you aware, you need
an investigator's licence...

Look, I was advised that
one of those wasn't required.

I'm a qualified...

We've had complaints
concerning your activities.

G'day, Sid.

How you going?

Still carrying out the odd bit
of dirty work for Sammy Rose?

All we need is for
one of these to fall off

and we're really in the shit.

Ed, you alright?

Now listen.

The money is to be stacked here.

Right near the loading bay.

There'll be four
clerks, maybe five.

Ed will get them into the
union meeting by 1300 hrs.

Yeah, then I'll find an
excuse to leave at 13:10.

Right.

Now when you return
to the counting house...

We don't allow anyone
through the security lock.

Right.

I'll take care of
the Chief Clerk.

Brian, your truck, our truck,

will be the second last one in.

It's due at 13:05.

It's got to be accurate
within two minutes.

What about
the gate guard?

Oh, don't worry, they
only check roster numbers,

not number plates.

And I'll be making
up the roster.

You'll just be listed as Van 26.

They'll be arriving all morning.

No one's gonna
notice an addition,

providing it's not on the end.

Smart, real smart.

Yeah, but you're still
gonna need number plates.

Got a cast from
one of the other trucks.

Any you reckon this thing
will fool them in daylight?

Of course.

It'd better.

Don't run into anything.

It'll break up like a matchbox.

And sit there,
for Christ's sake,

when the last van comes in.

Just let them park behind you.

Who's in the last van?

Dick Martin and Leo Bassett.

I can't believe you don't
reckon Jack Henderson

isn't gonna double cross us.

He might.

I'll grab that
little dwarf, Dino,

when we get to the tyre
place and blow his head off

if they start anything.

Look, Brian, if you're
thinking about meeting

that sort of yours sometime
after all this is over,

forget it.

Cops will be watching
her until she's a granny.

I might not be
around for a while.

But I want you to
sit tight, all right?

I'll be in touch.

No teenagers hanging
around you, are they, Ed?

No way.

Had a little sheila
up in Korea, though.

Soft and warm she was,
just like a mouse's ear.

Listen, what about Dawn?

I mean, are you
just gonna go off

and leave her like that?

Her?

Sure.

She'll be free to marry
that mongrel dog of hers.

G'day, fellas, you happy?

- Yeah, all right?
- Hi, Rob.

Simmons.

Jenkins and Walsh.

Truck 25, due 12:55.

Martin, Bassett.

Cross the number,
van keys, pistols.

Van 27, 13:10 hours.

That's 10 past one?

13:10.

All okay, Mr. Jackson?

Yeah, no worries, Jim.

- Lot of runs, eh?
- Yeah.

When this business started,

poor old Mr. Darcy had
two men on motorbikes.

Used to be able to organise
the drives themselves.

There's been a lot of changes.

I'll say.

Used to have a Wednesday
turnover of about, uh...

Oh, 300,000 dollars.

Today in here I'd say that...

20 million.

That's right.

About 20 million.

Security check.

What's up?

Nothing.

You know, it's funny how
we both got that transfer

from the night patrols.

Well, I've
had my application in

for a long time.

Speak to me.

Mr. Rose is on his
way in to see you, Mr. Conway.

How're they
treating you, Robbie?

Chugging along
on one cylinder.

Not enough here
to cover expenses.

Look, you're standing
on us pretty heavy, Sammy,

but you're not coming
up with very much.

No?

Here's a name for you.

Leo Bassett.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Lionel.
- Yeah?

Sammy reckons we
ought to keep an eye

on young Leo Bassett.

Leo Bassett is an
insurance investigator

for Legal and United.

Oh, Mindel.

That bloke
wouldn't know his ass

from a hole in the ground.

I thought you said we
had to keep an eye on him.

Robbie, Robbie, you
remember Mindel Seagers?

She used to be a secretary
here a few years ago.

Yeah, best typist we ever had.

She's been doing
some field work for me.

She's the one who discovered
all about Mr. Leo Bassett.

Oh, Jesus, Lionel,

- you could've told me.
- I'll bet she did.

After all, I'm only
bloody branch manager.

Forget about it, darling.

Your trouble is, you
don't trust anybody

not even people
who work for you.

I work on the "need to know".

Okay, don't forget,
union meeting at 1300.

- Roger 20.
- Okay.

We need some more space.

Let's clean this shelf
up, - I'll give you a hand.

What about the
lie-detector bloke?

Not my doing Lionel.

Jesus, look. The
monitors are out.

Bloody video gear is useless.

I'll ring them and see if
I can get someone over.

I think I better
alert Mr. Darcy.

No, no, I'll put a
rocket up these blokes.

Eric Jackson here, Senior
Supervisor at Darcy's.

Look, sport, your expensive
video gear is on the blink.

Could you send someone
over straight away?

It's our big day.

Okay, so far.

They're coming.

Did you find out
how those girls

were getting the
lipsticks out of the factory?

- Of course I did.
- How?

I'm not going to tell you.

What's wrong with your video?

Oh, I don't know. The bloody
things are always going out.

Hang on.

- Yes, Mr. Darcy.
- The video's out.

A technical fault or
something, Mr. Darcy.

They're coming over to fix it.

Is it all right to take this
back to the union meeting?

It's not all right...

Look it's not that important...

Until the rest of
the money comes.

Let him go, Barry.

There's only a couple
of vans to come,

you're all set up at counting.

Okay.

- Righto.
- DN2, DR27...

Van 27.

Your ETA, over.

Should be at the counting
house, at about 13:10.

Righto, mate.

Righto. Come on,
it's really important.

There's no way the force
would ever take you back?

Not a chance.

Why is that?

Ah, it's a long story.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm not complaining, Leo.

Yeah, well,
the talented Mr. Bassett

hasn't come up with anything.

He's got suspicions
about someone.

He hasn't proven anything yet.

Yeah, who?

Eric Jackson.

Jackson?

Jackson?

I checked him out, he's
caught more suspects

than Bassett's had fuck...

Breakfasts.

Well, he's a bit too
flamboyant for my taste.

Never liked the man
but he does his job well.

Knows as much about
the business as I do.

You've always said
you were the one person

who could rob the place.

That's true.

These are the
lie-detector reports.

He hasn't done the test.

Well, when's he
scheduled to do it?

Yesterday afternoon.

We know why that fell through.

Look, I told you, you
need a licence for that.

- David.
- Don't blame me.

David!

Have Mr. Griffiths come
to my office straight away.

Where's Jackson now?

Oh, he's off sick.

Something to do with his feet.

David will know.

- Yeah.
- Conway.

Right.

Where's Ray and
everybody else?

At the union meeting.

Oh, yeah.

Of all bloody days, they
have to have a union meeting.

- Hi, Barry.
- G'day, Rob.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, she's right.

Good.

Well, I don't like it, some
of them should be here.

We've got 20 million
dollars coming in here today.

I think I'll talk to
Darcy about it.

Well, something's
worrying me too, Robbie.

What?

Well, you know
I don't like to...

Well, you ought
to be a bit flexible

about regulations around here.

But half the blokes are
stacking their beer in the vault.

Beer?

You can't move half
the time, the beer cans.

The issue today
is lie-detectors.

Another infringement
of our personal liberty!

Your ETA, over.

ETA schedule, plus two.

Roger.

Whose voice was that?

Brian Jackson's, I think.

I didn't see him at
assignments this morning.

Oh, there were
about 100 blokes there.

He must've been there.

Yeah.

New bloke?

Yeah, that's right.

You're all right, off you go.

Okay, the hatch.

You can go to the
union meeting, Barry.

Second to last
one in, I'll be right.

You're a bit short on staff
here, I think, Mr. Jackson.

You see, security
regulations demand...

Oh, come on.

Three guys had just arrived,

there'll be another
three in a few minutes.

All right, if you say so.

No.

I'd better stay
'till the last one.

All right, come on, load up!

Hurry up!

Get all those cages!

Come on, move it!

Here!

Come on you mug, get over.

Come on, get all
that stuff out of here!

Come on, move!

Move it, this one!

Shit!

Jesus Christ!

Pick that stuff up!

Come on, move, move!

Come on, let's go!

Get him in!

For Christ's sake, Eric,
forget Martin and Bassett.

We can load up and be
out of here in three minutes.

Delay them.

They got two million
dollars in that van!

Two million bucks,
what's it matter?

You've been around
money too long.

You're out of your head!

Van 27 to base.

27.

We'll be arriving
in the counting house

in about a minute.

Get on with it.

- Get out of sight!
- Clear out, you blokes.

- The last van!
- Take these!

- Take this one, quick!
- Come on, move!

Get
inside, get inside!

I'm just gonna round
up a couple of late arrivals.

Hold the fort a tick, will you?

I'm not gonna
knock off Darcy's.

I wouldn't know how.

But I'd like to know for sure

that some other blokes aren't...

Yeah, too right.

- Okay?
- Yeah, okay.

Put yourself in the situation
will you, half the staff...

Come in.

David, how well do
you know Eric Jackson?

Jackson?

I suppose...

Well, I mean, are you friends?

I supposed you could say...

What's your opinion
of him, professionally?

He's a first-class
security man.

He's been of invaluable
assistance since I've been here.

Well, there you
are, what did I say?

All right, when will he be back,

he has to do these
detector tests.

Back?

Mr. Darcy, he is back,
he started yesterday.

- Oh, fuck!
- Shit!

Don't let anyone in!

Tell then we're
unloading the money!

Yes.

Oh, Lionel Darcy
here, let me in, will you?

I'm sorry Mr. Darcy
but regulations state

that no one is allowed in
when a van's being unloaded.

Is that right?

Sounds okay.

Yeah, probably, he
knows the rule book by heart.

I don't know, look,
I'll go up and the round

into the loading dock.

No, no, no, it'll take you
more than four minutes,

we'll hang on here.

- Last one!
- That's right.

See you at the union meeting!

That bugger
should've gone by now.

Might have engine trouble.

Yeah, not worth
a bloody bumper.

Okay, okay.

That's it, that's it.

G'day.

All right, now
come on you jokers.

Damn union meeting's been
going for quarter of an hour.

Come on, come on, you too!

What about the union meeting?

All right, all right,
what about this?

Listen, your bloody union
is more important than this.

I'll park it for you.

Get a move on.

What'd you say?

I said, I'll park it for you.

Why aren't you at
the union meeting?

Seemed pretty
keen at the last one.

You coming?

I'll catch up with you.

That's right.

Come on, come on.

We better get to this damn
union meeting, you never

know what sort of regulations...

Jesus, what the bloody...

Hey, hey!

Inside, quick.

Come on, over here!

Eric, Eric, there behind you!

Come here, you...

Finish the loading!

The loading!

Over there, man!

Let's go!

Come on, Brian, get up!

Hey, get the exit gate!

I don't know how to
work the fucking thing!

You take the wheel!

Come on, move, move!

Get that money out of here!

Move that crate!

I'll hold it, just...

Come on, come on, move!

Come on, take the fucking crate!

Get Martin!

Get over there,
get Martin, come on!

Eric!

Get the roller door!

Get the bloody roller door!

Ed, Ed, Jesus Christ.

Brian?

Brian!

Fuck!

Captain Rose at
Darcy's counting house

wants to know ETA...

Dumb.

Get over this and they'll
stick a medal on you

and put you back on award wages.

Any idea
who they were?

Never seen any of them
before, except for your blokes.

Dickey Martin did such
a good job, none of them

will be talking either.

Okay, what's your story?

Why was your gun unloaded?

I've never liked
guns, Mr. Rose.

I always take the shells out
and put them in my pocket.

Christ!

Suppose your
lot put you in here

when they heard about
the anonymous note.

That's close.

I sent the note.

- What?
- You what?

You knew about all this?

It was just bait.

My company always
assumes that there's someone

who'll try and knock
over a place like this.

The note was just
sort of to flush them out.

You might've at least had
the courtesy to have told me.

You were one of the
chief suspects, Mr. Darcy.

Thanks, mate.

Mr. Darcy!

Looks like the
time lock was set.

If Mr. Conway is in there,
he's in there for 18 hours.

Serves him right, he
might lose a bit of weight.

Yes.

I thought we had a
deal, Mr. Henderson.

There's been a lot of
trouble up here at Darcy's.

What's that got to
do with me, Sammy?

Some of them
were friends of yours.

But no one's gonna talk anymore.

It seems some guy
didn't trust you too far.

Left a little note.

Named a name.

Where is it, Sammy?

Oh, I've got it.

For safekeeping.

Listen Sammy, I don't
always pick winners

but I hate to back losers.

Now I have a horse
that's gonna win...

10.10.

20 grand for
you this afternoon.

I know I'm sensitive, but I
don't like people to gossip.

Jack. No one
will breathe a word.