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Oh!

Oh!

Reported disturbance on the
Lilydale train, -

- XT route, 2-1.

Please repeat, 2-1.

Thank you.

Melbourne East, 818.

Melbourne East, 818.

Melbourne East 818, back.

Say again please, 818.
Your signal's very weak.

Sorry, I'm in a tunnel
and my battery's cactus.

Difficult for me with the weak
signal, 818.

Fuck you then.

Melbourne East, 814.

814, check 818, please.

Thank you, 814.

Melbourne East, 818.

Melbourne East, 818.

Melbourne East, 818?

Melbourne East.

Can't you hear?

No, just I...

- What's up?
- Don't know yet.

A disturbance.

Stay there a tick.

Get on the ground!
Get on the fucking ground!

- I understand that.
- Get on the fucking ground now.

Get on the fucking ground now!

- He's already gone. It's not me.
- Now!

- You heard him, get down!
- Get down now!

- All the way down.
- Please just listen to me.

- All the way down!
- Just listen...

Get all the way down.

All right, put your hands behind
your back.

- Shut the fuck up!
- Cross your legs!

- Please!
- All right, I've got her covered.

Shut up, shut up!

Stay down. You don't move till I say.

- Fuck you! He got off!
- Shut up!

Did you hear me?

You stay down and you don't move.

Shut up!Just shut up.

He got off! You gotta tell...

Shut the fuck up!

Try not to play with it.

And for the next three or
four days, don't get it wet.

This is codeine.
The local will wear off.

These will take the edge off the pain.

As for the ringing, that should be
gone by tomorrow.

The ringing's a regular thing.

How do you mean?

Sorry?

What do you mean, regular?

Like ongoing.

- Before tonight?
- Yep.

How long before?

About 18 months, on and off.

Same with the dizzy spells?

Yeah well, there's been dizziness, -

- but the blackouts are new.

Lavinia.

I'm detective Melanie Ryan.

Yeah, but I get to call you Mel,
don't I?

'Cause you're the nice one they
get to talk to people after they...

When they realize that someone's
not even...

I mean, hey, I'm in a McDonald's uniform.

Don't.

You know, everyone here already
knows how brave you've been.

Hey, don't, hon. Come on.

- They do. They do.
- So?

So it's okay if you want to have a cry.

I want my other stuff.

Okay. Okay, good. Let's do that.

What's your other stuff?

Well, there's a pink bag
with headphones in it...

Okay.

...and there's a picture of me
that I got from work.

- It's in a frame.
- Okay, look,

What I'll do is -

- you just stay here and I'll see if
someone can't fetch them for you, okay?

- Where are you?
- 30 seconds away. Just hold on.

Get out of the fucking way, you idiot.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, you've got the media
all over you like a wet rash.

I know. Hamish is onto it.

- Back!
- Come on!

You've got some stringers up on
the overpass.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Fuck knows what sort of footage
they're getting.

The underpass is logjammed.

If you don't need paras inside
the cordon, -

- they shouldn't be inside your cordon.

You just have the uniform inside
the cordon, okay?

- Yep.
- All right, just a second.

Guys, please.

This is supposed to be a thoroughfare.
Can you keep the area clear, please?

- You there?
- Yeah, I'm traveling to you.

- How's the kid?
- Still a bit wobbly.

- I need a description.
- Yeah well, once she's compos mentis.

No, ASAFP.

Listen, she's got some belongings
still in the carriage.

- I think it'd be a good idea...
- Of course.

I need an hour before I can
even think about it.

I know we're corrupting your scene.

I haven't even looked at the scene

And you're talking about removing
items from it... seriously.

Just get her back to the station.
Let her have a tear-up and a lie-down.

See if someone can get ahold
of her parents.

We need to find out where forensics are.

Lavinia. Get her bag. Get her bag!

Lavie? Lav, can you hear me?

In the carriage now! Lav?

Lavinia, can you hear me?
Lav, sweetie.

- Hey!
- Lavinia, can you hear me?

Oh, for fuck's sake, she's diabetic.
Get an ambo.

Hon?

McGahan, is that you?

What are you doing up?

I just got up to go to the toot.

- Hmm?
- I'm on the toilet.

How was your day?

- All right. How was yours?
- Yeah, good.

- Some shithead went postal on the trains.
- Yeah, I heard.

God, it's gonna be mental tomorrow.

Seven dead, they reckon.

Seven? I heard eight?

No, there's a girl.

Didn't get a scratch on her.

- A girl, did you say?
- Mmm.

Hon, a girl?

Imagine what's going through
her head at the moment.

At least it's not a bullet.

Gra, Jesus, what happened?

- Nothing. I felt nothing.
- Come here.

- I just fell over.
- Bullshit.

It's all right. It looks a lot
worse than it actually is.

It looks pretty bad.

No, don't freak out. It's all right.

- I'm not freaking out.
- You are freaking out.

I'm not. So did you have to go
to the hospital?

No, I didn't have to.

Well, I had to get one stitch, -

- But that's...
- So you went to the hospital?

For five, 10 minutes.
An hour it was done.

Oh, you poor darling.

I'll show you the stitch. It's like
one of those butterfly fucking...

Ray? Hey, ray!

Take your time.

I'm going to ask you to look
at a group -

- of scanned images of original
photographs.

The fact that I'm showing you
these images

Should not influence your judgment.

You're not obliged to identify anyone.

Please view each image and
indicate if you can identify -

- any person whose image is
displayed herein.

Sorry, no.

Lavinia, Constable Reichelt
has managed to get your things.

There you go, Lavie.

Where's my picture?

My photo. I had a framed photo.

- What photograph?
- That's all they gave me.

That had my name on it.

Oh God, he knows my name.

- No, he doesn't.
- Oh God, he knows my name.

- Lavinia!
- Oh fuck, he knows my name!

- Shit! No no no!
- Lavinia, no.

I'm fucked now. You guys are fine
but I'm fucked.

Oh, fuck.

Okay, I'm just gonna pop this
in your ear.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Yes, it's Dr. Milner here from audiology.

Can I speak to Dr. Searson please?

You like your work here?
Do you, Graham?

- Sorry?
- You enjoy police work?

It's all right. Most of it.

No, it's good.

And everything's all right at home?

- Hmm?
- No trouble at home?

No, not really.

What's... Sorry, the young lass
you had in here on open day?

- Caitlin.
- Kate-Lynn, right.

- How's she? Still with the band?
- Yep.

They're rehearsing for the carols
thingy at the moment.

Oh good.

So everything's all right?

- Hmm?
- Everything's fine?

- Mm-hmm.
- So what's your fucking problem?

Sorry?

You just told me how you don't mind
the work -

- and everything's fine at home.

And I just don't see that, frankly.

Now I'm gonna put something to you -

- 'cause I'm interested in your
thoughts on this.

During the course of performing
your duties yesterday evening, -

- you fell over going up an escalator -

- and sadly you bumped your head
while riding an escalator.

Sorry, sir, could I ask you
to sign this?

I'm assuming these escalators
are similar -

- to the ones they've got at
Chadstone Plaza.

Are they similar to the ones
they've got at Chadstone Plaza?

And what's... Tin...

Tinnitus? What's tinnitus?

It's like a ringing in my ears.

Right.

Okay.

That's a legitimate doctor's certificate.

I'm sure it is, Graham.

That's a legal document.

You're legally obliged to process that.

There's two of them. You're not
telling me how to do my job, are you?

No, I'm not. I'm just saying.

Sounds a little bit like you are.

I'm just saying, that's a doctor's
certificate.

And as such, will be duly processed
in the fullness of time.

Jesus.

- I could have a tumor.
- Fine.

You get me a doctor's certificate
that says that and I'll look into it.

The information currently at hand
is you've bumped your head.

- Grab a pen.
- I've got a photocopy of that, sir.

You can photocopy your asshole,
Graham,

But you're an idiot if you think
it's gonna change my roster.

Hey.

Yep, mm-hmm.

Set.

Set.

Mm-hmm.

Set.

Just move to the left.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Police have released a likeness
of the man -

- they believe responsible for
the murders -

- of seven commuters eight hours ago
on a commuter train -

- in Melbourne's inner East.

This description follows an
eyewitness report -

- from an as-yet unidentified survivor -

- of the tragedy.

The suspect is described as a man...

You're home early.

Mm-hmm.

You all right?

How come?

What?

Why is there always so much shit
lying around?

You buy so much of it and leave
it lying around, sweetheart.

- You're munted.
- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you fucking are.
- I just had a bit.

Just had an itsy bitsy.

Marcus sold me a couple of grams.

Marcus?

- The trumpet.
- Oh, that prick.

Surprised he made you pay for it.

- Well, he didn't actually.
- Ah.

- He wants to get into your pants.
- Probably.

I'll roll you another, you big grump.

Forward defense.

Forward defense.

Let it go.

Square cut. Forward defense.

Forward defense.

Let it go.

Leg glance.

So have we made up?

Maybe.

It's gooddope then.

Marcus will be thrilled.

Seeing your boozies is what'd
thrill Marcus.

- Did you just call them boozies?
- Mm-hmm.

That's very sweet of you. Thank you.

What are you doing?

Just taking a good long hard look
at myself.

"Take a good look in the big mirror,
McGahan."

"See if you can see a policeman
in there somewhere."

Fucking Mobley.

This doctor's certificate will
stitch him up.

- Ticket to Noosa, baby.
- Yeah.

Work cover!

- Think it, talk it, work it!
- Yeah.

In the outer Melbourne suburb
of sunshine south, -

- the discover of the body of a woman -

- was reported to police.

The woman has already been identified
by police -

- as Fiona Michelle Frost.

A 32-year-old legal secretary -

- who was reported missing
last Wednesday -

- when she didn't return home from work.

Police are yet to comment on
this discovery -

- and the tragic events last Friday -

- when a lone gunman killed seven
on a suburban train.

Friends and family spoke out today, -

- as did members of the local community.

- Is that another one?
- Mmm. Shh.

What the fuck's going on at the moment?

I know this guy.

He speaks exactly like that in real life.

...may have in their knowledge
pertaining to recent incidents...

I'm off. I'll see you tonight.

Information pertaining to the recent
knowledge...

- I've gotta go, seriously.
...of events in the vicinity.

Male Constable indicates he would like
to wish female occupant of the residence -

- good luck pertaining particularly
to her endeavors of the day.

I love you but shut up.

Female occupant responds by departing
the vicinity without further ado.

More in our late bulletin.

Fires continue to rage at Omeo
and elsewhere in Gippsland.

Eight have already perished
in blazes, -

- including the wife and three
young children...

Of Omeo firefighting volunteer
Keith Milner.

An exclusive interview with
the grieving Aussie hero

And Paula Day is coming up
after the break.

Are you frustrated because you
never see -

- the results you know you deserve?

Well, stay tuned as Paige Green and
gold-medal-gymnast Mitch Gaylord,

- the first American to receive a
perfect 10 in Olympic competition, -

- introduce you...

Graham McGahan.

Now you can have the body you've
always dreamed of in less time...

What?

When?

Why?

Yeah, all right.

All right, all right, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Workouts can be tough
and it's not for everyone.

- But, Paige, it's that...
- Fuck.

This is not light duty.

No, it is, actually.

No, it isn't. How is it light?

You're in a caravan.

Same amount of shifts.
Same amount of hours per shift.

In a caravan.

Actually it's an extra hour per shift.
How is that light?

Oh, for fuck's sake.
You're in a caravan.

I've got Christmas coming up. I've
got Trev and Andrew on holidays.

And fucking Rachel's on maternity
leave.

No, this is just happening because
you and I...

Here we go.

No, fucking admit it. You've
fucking got it in for me.

That's right, I've got nothing
better to do with my time -

- than shit you.

Well, you all but admitted it yesterday.

"What's your problem?
Can't you ride an escalator?"

I don't know if you've heard
but several people were killed -

- On a train two days ago.
- Yeah.

Oh good, you have heard.

It's a pretty big thing, you know?

Lots about it in the media
and so forth.

So this might not be happening
because I've got issues with you.

It might be happening because I've got
other fucking things to worry about.

What about my doctor's certificate?

The doctor's certificate means
that, as opposed to Hobie, -

- you're the lucky camper
who gets to sit on his ass -

- in a caravan for two weeks -

- and do fuck all.

Read a book. Jesus, learn chess.

Impart your wisdom to the local
community.

You can do that with fucking
tin ear, can't you?

E-mail hasn't been set up yet.

But there's phones on both desks, -

- fax and what have you.

Coffee and shit in the kitchenette.

You wanna answer that?

No, I know who that is.

So this is where she was last seen.

Yep, bought a packet of alpine
lights and a diet coke.

But don't talk to Lionel about that.
He's a bit...

He's okay, he's fine. He's
just a bit funny about all this.

Look. It isn't rocket surgery. Basically
you've just got to sit here and put down -

- whatever the mouth-breathers
say or do.

- Mostly it's the same old, same old.

"She was a lovely girl." "Kept
mostly to herself." "Always happy."

"Always had time to say hello."

Just whack it down on the shit sheet.
Put it in the out tray -

- And Johnno will fax them in the morning.
- Sweet.

Yeah, slack as.

Oh, and there's this safe-sex
thing happening also.

Free frangers for anyone with
any information.

There's a box of them in the
top drawer of the kitchenette.

So this is the guy from the train?

Yep.

He did this as well?

Fuck knows. Yes, if you believe
the rumors...

About the same ballistics coming
out of the girl -

- and a couple of people on the train.

But who knows? Probably.

Well, no, definitely if you ask me.

But it's not on our job sheet, so...

Looks like the shroud of Turin.

Yeah.

Poor love thinks she's seen
Jesus or something.

Half the mouth-breathers
around here would say she did.

Speaking of which...

Has anyone told you about lucky Phil?

Okay.

- Photo.
- Sorry.

Excuse me.

The bag.

No no no, shh.

No no, shh shh.

Just shut up. Just shut up.

Shh shh shh.

It's okay.

No no no.

I'm okay.

Did anyone call the police?

Then he walks down the carriage?

Yep.

Ahh!

- Comes back?
- Yeah.

Then what?

Then he put the gun up to my head.

- Then what?
- Then he left.

He just left? He just up and left?

- Yeah.
- Which door?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

How did he get the photograph
without you noticing?

I don't know.

Come here.

What aren't you telling me, Lavinia?

- Noel.
- No, please.

Why is this the bit that's missing
in all the statements you've made?

Why is this the part you can't
tell me anything about?

- What happened?
- I don't know.

- Just tell me please.
- What?

- Did you know him?
- Noel.

- Please!
- What?

- Had you seen him before?
- No!

Do you think he knew you? Had you
served him in the restaurant?

- No, I've never seen him.
- Why then?

Why do you think, after all this...

Seven people.

Why, do you think? Did he let you go?

Don't you think he should've?

What's on telly?

Is that the one where the
fat people get voted off?

I know, well, the gay guys are
always the funniest.

It's true.

I know, I know.

It's reality TV.

Soon it'll just be people going
to the toilet.

Who will get voted off the toilet,
you know?

G'day.

Hey.

John Smith.

You're kidding, aren't you?

No.

No, it's just... Sorry.

I guess it's not as bad
as John Citizen.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I'm Graham McGahan.

How was your shift?

It was pretty quiet, John.

Hmm, yeah.

I've had two interviews.

One with lucky Phil.
You've heard about him?

Two interviews, one with a spastic.

No, I don't... sorry.
I don't mean it like that.

It's just frustrating, you know?

Mmm. Hmmm.

Three.

Right, thank you, gentlemen.

Shut your engine off, please, sir.

It's a bit early in the day
for a breatho, isn't it?

Just a moment of your time.

Copy of your license, please.

You're not gonna Canary the Ute,
are you?

Not today.

Do you have occasion to be in
the area often?

Well yeah, I've been living just around
the corner for just about 35 years.

Oh.

Have you, in the last four to
seven days, -

- seen anyone standing where
that mannequin is over there?

Well yeah, I have.

Sir, it'd be of great assistance
to us -

- if you could give me as clear
a description as possible.

Mate, I can give you his name.
It's Phil.

Heydon. H-e-y-d-o-n.

Lucky Phil, they call him.

I don't know why they call him lucky.

He's a bit, you know, slow.

- Hey.
- Good day. Don't go in.

- Why not?
- Some grown-ups are in there.

What's this?

New Shroud of Turin.

And?

What am I supposed to do with it?

How many interviews did you have
last night?

None.

Seriously, why can't I go in?

You can if you want.

- What did you say to John?
- Nothing, why?

When I got here, he was going:
"What's wrong with..."

"Watch your step."

- How'd you go?
- Good.

- Did they ask lots of questions?
- Yes.

- How was that?
- Good.

- Did you get a biscuit?
- I ate them inside.

- That's all right this time.
- Okay.

- But not always.
- Okay, I have to go they said.

Okay, you can pop in later.

Bowser.

When I got here, he was going:
"What's wrong with my name?"

- "What's so funny about my name?" John.
- Who?

I'm just saying the preliminary
interviews...

- Being conducted by us...
- in that sense it hasn't...

Sorry, we did knock.

No, you're fine.

We'll get out of your way.

- Thanks for your help with all this.
- It's fine.

- He's here every afternoon.
- It was really helpful.

- Who are they?
- No idea.

So what did you say?

- To who?
- To John.

Nothing, I just said he had
an interesting name.

Sit. Sit. Sit.

Bowser. Bowser.

Down. Down.

Stay down. Stay, sit.

Good. Good boy.

- Hello?
- G'day.

You're new?

Yes, I am.

Where's that lady that was here before?

Constable Harris?

She's gone home for the night.

Oh.

Will I do?

Nah.

You sure?

Yeah.

She says I can visit... I'm allowed...

And I can stay as long as I want.

But I was here before.

Yeah, I saw you.

Can I have a biscuit?

Normally I can.

Sure.

Can I have two?

What happens normally?

Normally it's just one.

Okay, two.

But just this time.

Guess what the license number
of this caravan is.

Go on, guess.

I bet you can't.

You got me. I can't.

It's MIS612.

There was also a white car -

- with 612.

NTM612.

I should eat these outside -

- because I make crumbs.

Okay, Phil.

Hey, how did you know my name?

Oh, we know everything.

You know who killed Fiona?

No.

Well, no.

No, I don't know that.

But you will soon, huh?

G'day, mate. Hey.

Hey, mate, come here.

- Come here for a second.
- What?

Just want to have a quiet chat
with you.

What have I done now? Fucking hell.

Let's just start with keeping
the language down, all right, mate?

- Now have you got any I.D. on you?
- No.

What's your name?

Fucking what have ID...
what was I doing?

What's your name, please?

Now I'll tell you what I'll do instead.

I'm not interested in what you're
gonna do, mate.

Give you a free shot, eh?

- Have a free shot.
- I'm not gonna do anything, mate.

- No, don't do anything.
- If you'll just settle down...

- Don't do a fucking thing.
- Okay, mate.

I'll tell you what, I'll fucking
make it easy for you.

All right, mate. Fun's done, okay?

- Now get on the ground.
- Fuck off.

You're gonna cop some of this?
Get down!

- All right! Fuck.
- On your knees.

Hands in the air.

- Dean!
- Can you get back, please?

- Get your hands in the air!
- All right!

Keep them there.

Don't make things worse.

Go on, go and have some sleep.

What about this prick?

Please put it down. Please.

He's going to be all right. Please.

You gonna behave yourself?

- If you behave yourself...
- All right, all right.

I'm putting it away then.

I'm putting it away.

Okay?

Now get home. Go on.

Idiot.

He's gonna be all right.

You know, he's crying and upset.

And the first thing you police
say after his fiancee is dead is:

"Oh yes, you have a..." you know,
owns the gun, -

- take samples, -

- piss and blood and other things, -

- and turn the house inside out, -

- and ask his neighbor if he argue.

You don't come to him.

You don't come and ask him to his face.

You seem all right.

But most of police are slack asses.

Sorry, mate. Just cleaning up
some mess.

You want anything before I close up?

I'm sweet, thanks.

- All right.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Jump in, mate. Sorry.

I'm Constable Graham McGahan.

I'm Craig Finlay.

F-i-n-l-a-y?

Yeah.

So how can I help you, Craig?

Since the whole Fiona frost thing,

I've been kind of keeping an
eye on certain individuals.

Oh, good.

Yeah, um...

I've been noticing a lot of, -

- like, really suspicious behavior.

- Like really suss.
- I see.

Little things mostly.

Things I don't know if I can put
my finger on.

The fact that no one can be fucked
coming here -

- offering you information's
pretty fucked, I reckon.

And I reckon it says a lot about the
quality of person that lives in this area.

- It's become a pretty shit area.
- Okay.

- Don't you reckon?
- I wouldn't know.

- What, you're not from around here?
- No.

Oh, we have a very high shithead
ratio here now, -

- with all the immigration.

A lot of Muslims here now.

People that own the newsagent's now.

People next door. That Greek
cunt you was just talking to.

Yugoslavian.

No, not that cunt. The cunt that
threw the bottle.

Either way, I'm gonna ask you
not to use that word.

Yeah, all right. Sorry.

What happened to your face, Craig?

Nothing, just got into a fight.

What were you fighting about?

Some dickhead didn't know
what he was talking about.

What was he talking about?

What were we talking about? What
are you here for, do you reckon?

So you got into a fight over
the murder of Fiona Frost.

Yeah, and them people on the train.

No one gives a shit anymore, you know?

Hmmm.

He's going: "Was Fiona and the
people on the train connected," -

-" or was it some different cunt?"
And blah-de-fucking blah blah blah.

No one can get a word in edgewise
and I'm like: "Right."

"If you know so much, why don't
you go to the cops?"

He's like: "Fuck that."
And I'm like: "No."

"If it's that big a deal,
go to the cops, mate."

"Tell someone who cares,
unless you don't know," -

- "what the fuck you're talking
about, which is probable."

And he calls me a cunt, -

- then I say a couple of words
and you know... boom.

And who was this?

I don't know. I didn't think
to get a name.

You know, now I think I'm an idiot
'cause -

- maybe I should've reported that prick.

- Yeah.
- You never know.

Well, -

- we appreciate your concern.

Yeah, of course you do 'cause
you're told to say you do.

- Well, no.
- You don't seem that interested.

It's not that...

You're not writing anything down.

You haven't given me anything
to write down.

Yeah, I have.

Any relevant material.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Anything that relates...
- That's your fucking job.

- You have to put two and two together.
- I'm not gonna warn you -

- Again about the language.
- I came to you in order

To fucking insist... fucking assist
in your inquiry.

- Your language is getting out of control.
- People are getting killed.

I have to watch what I say?
Because you're a cop doesn't mean -

- you can't be called a cunt
if you're being one.

Call me what you like.
I'm not gonna argue with you.

I wouldn't.

I'm not going to.

You're happy just to sit here
on your ass, aren't you?

Look, all I'm saying, mate, -

- is that to me it doesn't matter
who you are.

If you're a cunt in my face, then
I'll call you a cunt to yours.

You can call me what you like, mate.

It's your taxes.

I can waste my own time, -

- but I have to 'cause I'm getting
paid -

- to sit here and listen to people
like you...

People who can't think of a better
putdown than cunt.

What was your name again?

Constable McGahan.

"Mc" as in McDonald's,

Gahan as in: If you can read, -

- it's written right here on my nametag.

Do you want to borrow a pen
to jot it down?

No, I'll commit that to memory.

Yeah, give your memory a red-hot go.

I'll be interested to see
how that goes for you, Craig.

Would you like to grab a condom
on your way out?

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So you going away for Christmas, John?

Lakes entrance.

All right.

So when you check into the motel, -

- what name do you give them?

Mine.

Right yeah. No, of course.

Why would I lie about my name?
It's a perfectly normal name.

No argument there, mate.

What are you doing?

Looking for my cap.

You haven't seen my cap,
have you, mate?

Phil.

This one here is him dressed
in a pilot uniform.

This one here in a karate uniform.

This one here in a handyman uniform.

And a picture in a police uniform.

Hey!

Lucky Phil, stay right there.

I was gonna give it back.

This is theft of police property.

This is a jailable offense.

I was gonna give it back.

- Where is it now?
- Home. I looked after it.

That's a pretty bloody stupid
thing to do.

I'm not stupid.

No, I'm not...

I'm not saying that you are,
I'm just saying -

- it's a pretty... silly thing to do -

- without asking.

I'm sorry.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

- Won't happen again though, will it?
- No.

Well, go on, get it.

- Bring it back to my van, all right?
- All right.

All right.

Hey.

I couldn't find a plectrum, -

- then I remembered that you had one,
remember?

I gave you one as a joke 'cause
you're so crap at the guitar.

Remember?

I'm gonna go when I finish this
cigarette. I've got my rehearsal.

Okay, I'll just...

I thought that we'd promised...

I thought we said that there wasn't
gonna be -

- the regular bullshit and lying.

We did. There isn't.

I thought that when you moved in,
that we'd agreed.

We said that we get so much
bullshit at work -

- that...

Well yeah, now...

If you're gonna poke around
in my drawers...

It's what the police do, Gra.
We poke around.

I can't make any promises about
what you might find then.

Sorry.

Okay, fine.

You're just...

You're a snoop. So fuck you.

Have you got cancer?

- Hmm?
- You heard.

It's yes or no, Graham.

Cancer's not something you get
a little bit of.

Well, no then.

Why have you got all the pamphlets then?

Because I've got Tinnitus.

But it's like idiopathic at the moment.

What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

Tinnitus is the ringing in my ears,
okay?

I know what Tinnitus is, Graham.

It means...

It means that no one knows why
I've got Tinnitus.

A reason is -

- maybe a tumor, -

- but I won't have -

- a fucking yes or no until the tests
come back -

- and that could be a week or 10 days.

So yeah. Happy fucking Christmas,
Graham.

You've got cancer. Yay.

There you go, Brigid.

Sound standing by.

Standing by.

Hey.

Hmm.

Yeah, lucky Phil came in.

Said he was sorry.

That's your Christmas present.

What are they doing out there?

Someone leaked the ballistics report.

So it was the guy from the train?

Don't know, maybe.

- What happened with Phil?
- Nothing.

He was pretty upset.

- What about the dog?
- What about it?

It was impersonating a police officer.

- What was it thinking?
- That's a serious offense, Graham.

If that were true, we'd get done.

- Yeah, now hang on.
- No, look at us, Rhon.

No offense but we are doing 5/8ths...

Bullshit, Graham. Bullshit.
Fuck off.

You've got the... whatsit, the ear thingy.

Come on, I know what's up your bum.
Don't let a grabstick

Like stouritis get to you.
Lionel told me.

You could've booked the little
shit for disturbance, -

- damage to property, if you're so
concerned -

- About your time sheets.
- Look, -

- he was pissed but he had a point.

Crap crap crap. He was as full
as a state school.

I suppose.

Don't get me wrong. I mean
his fiancee's, you know, dead, -

- so I've got all the sympathy
in the world for him, -

- but if he's just gonna go out
and drink...

Good day.

Good day, Dean. Come in, mate.

How are you?

Yeah, I'm good.

Right, I'm off then.

All right, thanks.
Thanks for that, Rhon.

So, you good?

Still a bit hungover, actually.

Understandable.

Free shot.

What's with the news crew?

Don't know.

Anyway, sorry about last night.

Oh, it's okay. It's cool.

- I understand.
- Understand?

No no.

Yes. Nothing I've... I've...

I mean, I've never been in this
situation -

- Where...
- Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

You married?

No.

- Got a girlfriend?
- Mm-hmm.

It's funny, when you're engaged...

I got around a bit.

I never really -

- told her about it.

And this one girl in particular
never did, -

- so...

But it was kind of obvious.

I mean, what's really fucked, -

- I mean, I'm supposed to be more
upset than anyone and I am.

I am.

The last time I saw her, we
just screamed at each other.

There was this guy...
or she reckoned there was.

And it was obvious it was just
to make me jealous.

I couldn't even manage that.

I'm sort of off the hook though now,
aren't I?

I can screw around as much as I
want now.

You're a good listener.

What was that town? Up in Queensland?

What was the name of the place?

You know, little mining town,

They had to do DNA on all those
blokes, you know?

- DNA tests.
- Bullshit.

No, it's true, mate.
They do DNA tests.

How do you give your DNA?

You don't give it, mate.
They just fucking -

- do a test or something for it.

What was the fucking name of that town?

Hey, Dave, it looks like you've
increased your Phil collection up there.

Yeah, it's the only way I can get
rid of the prick.

Expensive bloody habit though.
It's cost me five bucks a throw.

- No, bullshit.
- I bullshit you not.

Weipa! That's right.

Remember, they raped that fucking
girl up there.

Hey, Dave, give us a look at
that one there, mate.

- Which one?
- Yeah, that one there.

The one with all the tools, yeah.

No, that one. Yep ye yep,
underneath the Ouzo bottle.

Thank you.

- Fucking little shit.
- What?

- Fucking little nuffy shit.
- What?

All that stuff was taken out of
my Ute the day before yesterday.

Fucking little cunt.

I got this theory about that.

There's a lot of research
to support this.

Anyway, -

- what I read was, -

- the brain keeps working for
a few minutes after you're...

Yeah, I heard that.

So my theory is that...

Heaven or hell -

- is whatever you're thinking then, -

- in those milli- or nanoseconds -

- between your body dying and your
brain dying.

That's the eternity everyone's
talking about...

What you remember.

Your life, basically:

How you lived it, -

- your regrets, who you loved,
who loved you.

How you remember, you know, -

- whatever, -

- that's all in there.

So if you are a fuckwit...

Then when you die, -

- in those 10 seconds -

- between your brain dying
and your body dying, -

- your brain remembers over and over
again all the times you were a fuckwit.

And all these endorphins and stuff
are released into your system -

Until it feels like this...

Eternity.

You are a fuckknuckle for eternity, -

- and that's hell.

But if you weren't an idiot
all your life, -

- then your brain would remember that.

Your brain would remember -

- all the occasions where you managed -

- to not be an embarrassment...

And that'd be heaven.

Could I grab some Winfield blues?

It's 11:40, thank you.

Phil, come on, mate!

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just wannatalk to you.

You don't go taking people's tools.

Got a lighter on you, son?

Oh, no no no no!

Fuck off!

- Fuck off! What do you want?
- I want my job back, bitch,

And I wanna know what I did to you.

- I don't even know...
- You don't recognize me now, do you?

You did before.
You did before at the cop shop.

I'm number three, bitch.

- Number three.
- Oh god.

- I'm sorry.
- No, shut up. Shut up!

I just want you to feel like
shit for a tenth of a second,

- See what it feels like.
- Fuck you.

What?

See what it feels like? Fuck you!

You would shit yourself if you
were me, you fucking cunt.

Fuck!

Oh god!

What if he...

What if he had a picture of you?

What if he knew what your name was?

You wanna scare me?

Buy a gun.

Can you hear that?

What?

You can't hear that?

What?

What?

Police! Police!

Hey, get back here!

- Get on the ground! You get down now!
- I'm getting down.

Are you all right?

What have you done, Mattie?
Look what you've done!

Laddie.

Is this it?

It's nice.

How did you find me?

The senior Det that did the interview -

- said: "she" -

- when he mentioned the witness.

When I signed out...

There was only one girl's name
in the visitor's book, -

- so, you know.

Math.

I didn't know -

- what I was there for.

I was never charged so...

I mean, no one had any idea
it had anything, -

- to do with...

I mean...

If I knew...

If it was you on that train then...

I'm sorry.

I am.

I know.

Hey, you should probably take this.

I'll take the dog.

I didn't want to touch it -

- till you guys got here.

First thing in the morning, -

- I'll go to my desk and see a
very full explanation -

- as to why this unit wasn't attended.

And it better say something more
interesting than what I've heard so far,

'cause you and a mate attending to
a local you've become friendly with -

- from fuck-or-fight Friday isn't...

what I want is a decent explanation -

- as to why this unit wasn't attended.

And I want you to think about -

- where the investigation would be -

- if you'd done your job -

- and there'd been someone here
like there was supposed to be.

Now you fuck off. I'll talk
to your super, all right?

- Graham, yeah?
- Yeah?

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Don't worry about Noel.
He's tired and he's a prick.

I'm gonna need a written statement

that the van was attended until
10:20. You sure that was the time?

Yep.

And I'm gonna need a report
on the two arrests -

- And the shot that you fired.
- Mm-hmm.

- Attention it to Melanie Ryan.
- That's you?

Yep, and it's likely to end up
on a press release

So don't get too creative.

So what, now I drive?

Oh, Graham! Are you okay?

What? What?

- It's okay.
- What?

Just get off me! Just get off me!

Get off me for a second!

Fuck!

What are you doing?

Can you just...

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you!

I can't hear
a fucking thing.

Oh fuck. No, it's all right.
It's all right.

Okay, I'm not gonna cry.

Oh fuck. Fuck!

I can't hear anything.

Just this fucking noise
in my fucking head.

It's going...

It's all I can hear is that...

What?

Can't.

Oh!

No.

No!

So why'd he give it back to you?

'Course he could've brought it
here himself.

It's easy enoughto get my address
if he wants it.

There's absolutely no way...

No, it's a piece of piss.

He's already got my name.
It's right there on the photo.

All he needs to do is think up some
bullshit reason to go to the C.I.B.,

Like: "My wallet got stolen"
or something.

Then when they get him to sign in
to the visitor's book,

He'd see my name and my address there,
wouldn't he?

You saw me put it in there
on the day of the lineup.

That's a very unlikely scenario.

Right.

- It's working.
- Shush.

It's doing the trick. What is it?

It's a "G."

"G" for Graham.

So what's in your head is the
opposite of you.

So you know how if your mom
takes a picture -

- of you in your uniform, -

- and on the negative -

- the uniform will come out yellow
and your skin will look green?

Not really but okay.

And if you were on her front
porch, on her front lawn, -

- it would come out red?

- Mmm.
- So every color has an opposite.

So purple's kind of green, -

- and orange...

Can't remember.

But every note has an opposite.

And every sound has a reflection
of itself, -

- and they cancel themselves out.

Microphones do it.

It's called phasing.

Well, it works. Works a treat.

It's just harmonics, Graham.

It's easy.

It's really really easy.

So that picture, you said it
had something written on it?

Oh yeah, just some shit.

- And it was the girl on the train's?
- Yep.

- But it's been missing up until now?
- Mm-hmm?

- So the guy who...
- No, we're not going down that...

- I would think about it.
- No, no thanks.

Seriously.

Hey.

Thanks, Gra.

You too.

How's Phil?

Oh, he's all right.

Not great.

- Merry Christmas, Graham.
- Yeah.

Hey, good work last night.

Fuck you. Where were you when
I needed you?

Bloody rollerblades would've come
in handy.

I don't know about you. I had a bit
of a stitch after that run last night.

Actually you were...

- That was fucking...
- Oh yeah,

Bit of contact negotiation.

Rhonda told me that Rhodes's
Ute got trashed last night.

Yeah, I thought you'd be upset.

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

Me?

No, wouldn't know anything about that.

I went straight home after all
that excitement.

Yeah, no.

I'm just saying that whoever did, -

- needn't worry, -

- 'cause right now,

- he's in more trouble than the
early settlers.

Well,

off I fuck.

Question.

What?

What made you do this?

What?

- Become a cop.
- Thinking of signing up, are you?

Fuck no.

Got some forms here, mate,
if you want...

No, I mean,

you just don't strike me
as the sort of bloke.

- Thanks a lot.
- No, I mean...

No.

You're right. I'm not.

I don't know. I just didn't -

- get the marks in school
to do much else.

They've got caravans.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Dean.

Hi.

Hi. How are you?

I'll wait outside.

You're welcome to fetch yourself
some instant.

No thanks, mate.

Grab a pew.

We've had a few visitors today,
actually.

- I'm Lavinia Smart.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

I guess you would, wouldn't you?
From the photo.

Constable McGahan.

Got it back this morning.

Great.

Mel said that it was you that found it?

Is she the one with the harelip?

She wouldn't tell me what
was written on it, though.

I did ask her.

Twice.

Written on it?

Oh, there was nothing written on it.

Can I smoke in here?

01:31:10,198
But everybody does.

Do you know what...

You want to knowwhat I want right now?

I want someone to look me in the eye

And say, "don't worry.

It's fine if you're shit scared.

But no one's actually sat me down
and said that, you know?

I mean, they keep telling me how
brave I've been.

I'm not.

I've just been...

I've been scared...

And I don't know if it's ever
gonna stop, -

- or if I'm ever not gonna be.

Because no one will tell me anything.

Dead meat.

What?

Someone...

Someone had spray-painted...

"Dead meat" on your photo.

Am I?

No.

No, it's bullshit.

It means he wants to get caught.

- Does he?
- Absolutely.

There's a lot more chance

of us finding him than there is
of him finding you.

Really?

It's not about you.

It's about us.

He does this to try and scare us.

The police.

Thank you.

I mean, you are full of shit.

But thanks.

There you are, baby.

All right, come in.

Grab a condom.

Merry Christmas.

So what's the G.O.?
You kicking goals, Craig?

What was your name again?

That commitment to memory idea
didn't quite work for you.

No, it did.
It was, um...

Gann or some shit.

McGahan.

Constable Graham McGahan.

Still here though, aren't you?

Still sitting here on your ass.

Not catching too many
crims though, are you?

No, not tonight.

Tonight I'm watching my girlfriend
on "Carols,"

Though that may not be of interest
to you.

You don't come across as the
"Carols" type.

No, I'm into it.

- Really?
- Yeah, fully.

Shit, eh?

Saw you getting a few strips torn
off you by your boss last night.

Pissed myself.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Easily amused.

You think you're hot shit, don't you?

No, I don't think I'm hot shit.

If I was hot shit,

I wouldn't be the clown -

- that ended up sitting in a
caravan on Christmas Eve, -

- talking to a...

What?

Guess.

Bye!

Thank you very much.

Thank you all...

Fuck!

Thank you very much.
Thanks again.

Good night. Thank you very much...

Ugh!

Aw, fuck.

Aagh!

Fuck.

Can you help me, please?

Help me, please.

I need help.

It's all right. It's all right, shhh.

Shhh, it's all right. Oh, baby.

Pressure... pressurize.

All available units,
folknap and sunshine.

Young Street, Sunshine South.

Approximate Melways reference
map 53 g11.

That is correct. 41 shots fired.

Shots fired. Situation is confused.

We have a report of an officer down.

Officer down, 4-1.

Thank you, 18. Officer down, 18.

Shh.

I'm Constable McGahan.

McGahan.

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