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Where exactly in
the contract does it

say that I only get to sleep
with you once in a blue moon?

Sub-clause one, for
better or for worse.

Did I leave any T-shirts here?

You'd think I'd know
to read the small print.

I said where are they?

Ow!

Oh, go away!

Try again when
you've had a shave.

Nah.

Doesn't it go the image.

Yeah, black T
is in the drawer.

Hope that's not too
clean for your image.

Oh, come on, don't.

Look, another few days, max, eh?

Then all I'm going
to be doing is

paperwork, the bike, and
taking care of your every need.

Mm, where have I
heard that before?

[exhales] I'm going to be so
glad when all this is over.

[WHISPERS] Yeah, same here.

Yeah, right.

What?

[giggles]

[kisses aggressively]
- Mm!

Arr!

[laughter]

[music playing]

Oh, Briggs.

Give me a heartache,
why don't you?

I bought a bottle
of champagne,

even ordered entrees.
- Oh no!

I'm so sorry.
I forgot all about it.

I waited over an hour.

And meanwhile, I was at home
having a quiet panic attack.

I've got my end of use day, OK?

Sorry.

- How much, then?
- What?

My share of the dinner
I never had, how much?

[scoffs] Forget it.
No, no, no.

Obviously means so much.
- No, really.

Look, I'm sorry, OK?

Um, I'm getting back to the lab.

They're waiting on some results.

But good luck today.

Thanks.

Maybe tonight, a celebration?

I'll call you.

[music playing]

[inaudible].

Well, well.
Look who it is.

What's up, man?

Not much, not much.

How you been?
- [inaudible], mate.

Actually, listen.

I was meaning to
catch up with you.

You hear there's a
bloke down the pub?

[sketchy recording]

You get down there.
He's probably still there, man.

TV, eh?

So he said.

All right, that's me.

See you later.
- [inaudible].

Hang on.

That's better.

JOHN LAWLESS: OK, girls.

Hands off cocks.

That's my boy.

[grunts]

There ya go.

Let's tear it down.

Yeah, [inaudible].

Cheers.

[grunting]

[groaning]

[loud groans]

TERRY: [SHOUTING] Think
about this next time

you think it would be smart
to rip me off, dickhead.

Be with you in a moment.

[pounding drum]

Bruford, 10-7.

[rock music playing faintly]

Johnny Wilson.

How's it going?

I want a word with you.

Here I am.

[eerie music playing]

[johnny grunting]

[kissing]
[terry laughing]

Shit.

[smack]

I love you like
a brother, man.

You mad prick, Bowers.

You really are the pizza
delivery man, aren't you?

What do I owe you
for your [inaudible]..

Percentage.

TERRY: How many caps you
going to get out of this lot?

Charlie 10-7.

[radio static]

Alpha 10-7.

[radio static]

Come here.

JOHN LAWLESS: What is it?

Walk with me.

Out the back.

We've lost him.

The mic's crapped
out or disconnected.

Bloody hell.

So, Mr. Pizza Man.

Shooters, you going to get them?

What do you want guns for?

Hear about a
job that went down

in Perth about a month ago?

Armored van, it was
all over the papers.

They got nearly half a mil.

What, are they coming
over here or something?

If we set up right.

These mates of yours,
they're not Aussies, are they?

Well, don't hold
that against them, eh.

This is DC [inaudible] Snow.

Move in now, and keep an
eye out for our man Lawless.

[siren blaring]

[music playing]

[panicked yelling]

Shit.
Go!

Go!

[inaudible] Terry Bowers.
Come on.

Stay here, stay here.

Let him go.

JOHN LAWLESS: What
was I supposed to do,

slap you with a limp wrist?

Yeah, well, a limp wrist
sounds pretty good actually.

Next time go for
the guts, all right?

The bruises don't show.

There's not going
to be a next time.

It's about time we got
serious about going

private, Dave-o Look
for some office spaces.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's do the paperwork
on this, all right?

Then we can talk.

Yeah, I can't
put it over on you.

Haven't got all day.

Thank you, Bruford.

What happened in there?

Why'd you let him go?

I didn't have
any choice, did I?

Not once he started
talking about the guns.

Guns.

I'm sorry, John.

The gear let us down.

We heard none of this.

[sighs]

Yes, I know what
it says in the book.

I know the book all by heart.

I was just making the point
that a gang of skinheads burning

down the local mosque's not
quite the same as a bunch

of old age pensioners getting
upset about a hospital being

closed down.

Please don't do this to me.

I'd make a good cop.

I know I would.

Then just ask me the
questions again because I

know what you want to hear.

I'm sorry.

It's because I'm
short, isn't it?

No.

Blonde then.

I know what it is.

Scratch the surface and
the new police force

is as sexist as the old.

Some people just
aren't psychologically

suited to the position no
matter how much they want it.

In your case, Miss Keane, it's
your attitude to authority.

OK, fine.

I'll go back to
being office chick

and you go back to hiring morons
who can't think for themselves.

ALAN SNOW: Six weeks ago in
Perth, an armored van was hit.

Four men, a very smooth job.

They got away with $485,000.

You're in the wrong business.

We'll get what
information we can on it.

In the meantime, make contact
with Bowers as soon as you can.

He wants guns.

Promise anything you like.

What we'll give
him is eight to 10.

[music playing]

I know how tough
it is out there.

If you want to pull the
plug now, I'll understand.

No one's going to hold
it against you, John.

Better get someone down
there to arrest me then, eh?

Come around on Sunday for
your debrief, and a decent feed.

Eileen's worried you're
not looking after yourself.

Yeah.

Be good, boss.

[door closes]

[music playing]

- Johnny, turn over, darling.
- You know, Rosalie.

How's it hanging?
- Hey.

You shouldn't be asking me that.

So tell me, you don't
happen to know where I can

score a bit of speed, do you?

I'm that buggered.

Pardon my French.

My man's let me down.

Might just be able to help you
out with a gram there, Rosalie.

Love you forever.

Is that a threat?

Take it any way you like.

I know I do.

Listen, love.

You couldn't tell me where to
find Terry Bowers, could you?

Informant places Terry
Bowers in Australia,

so I suggest a customs check
if you haven't already,

you lazy pricks.

Uh, could be a connection
with those Aussie Tuaregs.

Maybe he's working on his tan.

Who knows?

Listen, babe.

I'm sorry.

Look, something went wrong.

These things happen, eh?

Every damn time, John.

You promised.

Yeah, I know and
I'll make it up to you.

Look, I don't even have time
to stop and talk about this.

Now I'm due in court
in five minutes.

Fly down tonight and
we'll talk about it.

No, I can't come down there.

Look, I just can't, all right?

I would if I could.
[knock on door]

WILLY KAA: Open the door.
This is a raid.

Look, someone's at the door.

Yeah right.

Bugger.

Marla?

WILLY KAA: Come on, man.

Saw your wheels out the front.

We heard you got busted today.
You OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, just as well I
pissed off when I did.

You're going down, bro.

You're going down for sure.
- Oh, Paul.

Leave Johnny alone.

He doesn't need to hear that.

Eh, don't worry.

Dr. Willy's got just
the thing for you.

[inaudible] eh?

[inhales deeply]

Oh, I never did find
that bloke you said

was asking about the TV.

I'm not complaining, but--

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry about that, bro.

Had us a long kind
of [inaudible] day.

I was hoping to
hit the sack early.

Just as well we came around
and saved you from going blind.

True.

Sonya's been worried
about the time you're

spending sleeping on your own.

Willy!

Just 'cause you're
not getting any.

Here, bro.

Get that into you.

It'll brighten up your day.

You are bad people.

[laughing]

[birds chirping]

[groaning]

Sonya.

Killer weed, eh?

Uh, Willy helped carry you
in but I, um, did the rest.

Don't worry.

I'm a nurse.

I've seen it all before.

JOHN LAWLESS: Yeah.

Though most of the men I
see aren't nearly as pretty.

Mm.

Um.

I'm pretty buggered.

I've got to get an early start.

Jesus.

You know, if you don't
like me, just say so.

Don't bullshit me.

No, I like you.

Of course I do.

It's just, things
are complicated.

You're gay?

No.

I'm married.

So where is she?

Down South Island.

Well, that's very sweet,
but she's not here and I am.

I'm sorry.

[music playing]

I should've jumped you
while I had the chance.

Anyway, I've got an early start.

Want to just, you know, talk?

Are you working?

A couple of lines
will keep me going.

Then I'll go home
and flake tonight.

Don't know how
you do it, girl.

[chuckles] You try
looking after sick people

all day when you're straight.

[cutting lines]

WILLY KAA: Probably
flooded it, cuz.

Nah, man.

Check when it's flooded.

No choke.

Put the accelerator
flat to the floor.

[engine revving]

Think you're smart, don't you?

Not for me to say.

I'm going to take
a dozen long-necks

and get a [inaudible] mullet.

Interested?

Ah, another day.

Got to earn a living.

Now listen, eh?

If you catch up with Terry
Bowers on your trails,

will you tell him I want a word?

What do you want
with that mad whore?

Seen him bottle of bloke
down [inaudible] once.

Poor bastard bumped
into him by accident.

Bowers nearly took his face off.

Now you're scaring me, bro.

Could you just tell him?

Later.

[music playing]

Ah, [inaudible].

Ah, no, no.
You can.

I'm going to go home.

Idea.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sandringham please.

Hi.

Settle.

You're the best, Jodie.

No, just the closest.

Hands off.

Ow!

[sighs]

Drop him off at GT, will you?

Where to, mate?

Nah, bugger it.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, come on.
- Come on.

- You know you want it.
- Let go.

Let go of me!

[struggling and screaming]

Get going.

Come on!

Piss off!

Now be going or you'll end up
with you nuts in your mouth,

all right?

You all right?

Yeah, thanks.

You live here by
yourself, do you?

Just me and the cat.

I don't think he's
going to come back,

but it might pay to keep
the door locked, eh?

Yeah, I will.

You want a drink or something?

I could kill a gin.

No.

No, I better get back to it, eh?

Well I'm Jodie by the way.

Johnny.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Undercover or something.

Piss off.

Down at the station
with Dave Bruford.

You remember that?

Are you a cop?

Just the office chick.

If you think your
cover's blown, it's cool.

I'm not going to tell anyone.

I'm a cab driver, OK?

OK?

You're a cab driver.

Thanks.

[music playing]

Freeze!

[laughing] Get that
lock fixed, Johnny.

Stuffed.

Yeah, you mean it is now.

What are you doing wandering
around after slugging that cop?

Well I got bailed, didn't I?

Yeah?

Lucky.

You know the dickhead
never identified himself.

I'll tell him I was just
there to catch a lift.

These two clowns come
over the back fence.

I had no idea they were cops.

You know that job I
was talking about?

I've got it all lined up.

It's going to blow you away.

Apparently these
are the same people

who are responsible for a spate
of armed holdups in Australia

over the last 13 months.

Bowers left at about 3 AM.

[knock on door]

WILLY KAA: Open up in
the name of the law.

Piss off, Willy!

WILLY KAA: You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say may and
will be used against you

as evidence in a court of law.

Just let me put
some clothes on, eh?

What's up, man?

Thought you could
hide it from us, eh?

Look, either start making
sense or piss off, eh?

Your birthday, bro.

Hey, happy birthday, bro.

Why didn't you tell us?

Happy birthday.

Sonya's seen it on your
passport or something.

Can't help it.
I'm just nosey.

- Yeah.
- Ta-da!

Come on.

You guys freaked me out.

[GUITAR PLAYING AND DRUNKEN
SINGING]

It's delicious.

You really baked this?

What?

Might burn a few
snags later, eh?

Oh, man.

I can't, eh.

I've got to go see my auntie.

This whole Sunday
roast birthday thing.

That's cool.

Have a fun day.

[laughing]

What?

What?
No, no.

You're going to have a
choice time with the auntie.

The cake is
chock full of hash.

That's your birthday present.

Happy birthday, brother.

[dog barking]

John.
Lovely to see you.

Come on in.
Stay!

Good day.

EILEEN SNOW: I
hope you're hungry.

JOHN LAWLESS: I reckon.

Hello, John.

Glad you could make it.

Something to drink?

Briefing session, Sunday,
18th of March, 14:48 hours.

Present are Detective
Senior Sergeant Alan

Snow and Detective
Constable John Lawless.

In body at least.

I'm sorry.

Some friends of
mine gave me a cake.

Friends?

Associates.

They gave me a hash
cake for my birthday.

Only it's not my
birthday, is it?

It's Johnny Wilson's, so--

Pieces apparently.

Take a few deep breaths, son.

We'll get through this
as quickly as we can then

you can sleep it off
in the spare room.

Eileen, can we have some
more coffee in here please?

He's definitely setting
up for an armored van.

No names or anything, just
went on about the Perth job.

It was armored van.

Shit, I said that.
Um.

It's all right, John.

You're doing fine.

What does Bowers want from you?

Couple of semi-automatics,
pump action shotgun.

Tell him you'll set it up.

I'll sort it, OK?

We can worry about
the details later.

Boss?

I need to go home,
explain that it's going

to take longer than we thought.

I don't think
that would be wise.

No, I--

I need to.

And there's something
else as well.

There are some people who offer
a [inaudible] for information.

Now I do not want them charged.

You know I can't do that.

Jesus, Alan.

They're nobodies!

There's no promotion in
busting them, nothing to be

gained by putting them inside.

Off the record,
I'll do what I can.

I'd appreciate that.

[music playing]

I shouldn't have
hung up on you.

I'm sorry.

But I just thought,
here we go again.

Yeah.

Me too.

I'm so glad this
is finally over.

Babe?

Mm.

I quite like it when
you call me babe.

Anyone else, I'd deck him.

I've only got two days.

You bastard.

You've--

- Babe, I'm sorry.
- No.

Don't talk to me.
Just go away.

[music playing]

Oi!

Turn it down!

I miss your crap taste in music.

Well, a few clear weeks,
I'll be back in the water.

Oh yeah.

I believe that.

Oh ye of little faith.

We were going to spend
the summer on the water,

sailing around the
Marlborough Sounds.

Was that three
years ago or four?

As soon as this job's
over, I'm going to Perth.

No, it's different.

I'm going to get out.

You and Dave and
your pie-in-the-sky

detective agency.
- No, no.

This is going to happen.

Yeah, and we're going to
spend the summer sailing.

Damn, you are so
used to living a lie,

you don't even know when you're
doing it to yourself or me.

Marla, just don't
piss off in a stink.

Talk to me, will you?

No, you talk to me.

OK.

It's not working, is it?

I'm not saying it's your
fault, not all of it.

Do you think we
should call it a day?

I don't know.

Is that what you want?

I asked you first.

This job of mine,
it's big, you know?

It's probably the most
dangerous thing I've ever done,

but I've really got
to see it through.

If I don't, this last 18
months have been for nothing.

I might as well have been
polishing a seat with my ass.

Do you think I
want to hear that?

Babe, I'm just
telling you how it is.

Do you think I
want to know how

dangerous it is when there's not
a damn thing I can do about it?

I'd rather not know anything.

I'd rather you got
right out of my life

than have to spend
every minute afraid

of what they might be
doing to you out there.

Damn, John.

[scoffs]

WILLY KAA: Hey, there he is.

Grab a cue, bro.

Hey, you and me
play Willy and Paul?

Yeah.

[music playing]

Are you mad at
me or something?

You know, because if you are--
- No.

It's got nothing to do with you.

Two bucks a ticket.

Come on, mate.

It's for a good cause.

You know Mattie.

WILLY KAA: Yeah.

Get us a couple, bro.

Old man got done in
their raid the other day.

She needs a bit of help
for the kids and that.

Yeah.
No worries.

Give us a book, mate.

Big frigging spender.

What was that, Bill?

I said you're an asshole.

What are you going
to do about it?

Let's go, bro.

Shit head!

Hey, don't I know you?

John!
John!

Come on, mate.

Come on.

John, it's some
kind of an asshole.

Come on.

It's OK.
I'm done.

Just let go!

Piece of shit.

[breathing heavily]

Are you going to
draw that or what?

I won the meat pack.

Good on you.

Oh, good day, Joe.

Sorry.

Hi, John.

Look, we'll go
out the back, eh?

Beauty.

Fire up the barbie, boy.

[meat sizzling]

Don't you go
[inaudible] on me, mate.

You know I want it, mate.

You know I do.

Yeah, and?

It's just I talked
it over with Joe.

Look, she went off at me, eh.

She reckons going
private's too risky.

Not if you're smart.

It's a growth industry.

Yeah, but while it's growing,
who's paying the mortgage?

I'm just saying I can see
it from her point of view,

you know?

Three kids and what a decent
education costs these days.

Man, we've talked
it over, every detail.

Look, I was just
daydreaming out loud.

Filling in time on the jobs.

Come on, mate.

Everyone does it.

Just-- just finish this up, eh,
and then get back on the job.

Look, it's late.

You better get to bed, man.

[music playing]

I was worried about you.

Dropping that guy,
taking off like that.

I just went to
a friend's place.

Uh-huh?

Anyone I know?

Well, after you went,
you know the other guys

were saying, um--

What?

What'd they say?

Just stuff, you know?

Nothing bad.

Wondering where you
come from and where

you disappear to all the time.

Willy asked about you and me,
and I told him about your wife.

What'd he say?

He said it wasn't natural.

Or-- or you're just
making that up.

And why would i do that?

Well maybe you're on the
run from somewhere or someone,

or you don't want us to
know who you really are.

[kissing]

[music playing]

Why did you do that?

Because you're beautiful.

Look, it's no big
mystery where I've been.

I went down south to
see my wife, my ex-wife.

I guess I finally realized
it's over, so I'd know if--

if you want to--

Hey.

You need to rebound?

Rebound on me.

[kissing]

[music playing]

What are you doing?

[chuckles] Getting
ready for work.

What's it look like?

You shouldn't have
to do that shit.

Keeps me thin.

Hey, before I go, this was
kind of a birthday present

I didn't have the guts
to give you before.

Not more cake, is it?

I wondered, do you want to
come to the Gold Coast with me?

Five days.

I've got a girlfriend who'll
take it if you don't, but well,

we could get to know each other,
have sex, get a tan, whatever.

I was going to ask you
about it before but then

you said about being married,
but now it's different, right?

I mean, it's OK if
you don't want to,

but will you think about it?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Woo-hoo!

Hey look, I've got to fly.

I left you a line.

See ya.

[door closes]

[guitar playing]

Sonya!

Sonya!

You can call me Sonya.

I don't mind.

Jesus, Bowers.

Do you ever bloody knock?

Where are the shooters?

They're organized.

Show me.

Well I'm not thick, am I?

They're not here.

You get the guns,
call me on my mobile.

Yeah.

The thing with that is, the
people who've organized them,

they're out of town.

I know something came
up, but I'm going

to need like a day, maybe two.

So what, the Aussies
here already, are they?

Just call me.

If I tell Bowers
I've got the guns

and I turn up empty
handed, he could do me.

I mean, the bloke is unbalanced.

Deliver the guns.

That'll get you in.

Been a stack of confiscated
hardware from that raid

we did on the gang
headquarters down near Rotorua,

enough to keep Bowers happy.

We'll cover you every
step of the way.

AOS, the reds, Eagle One.

We'll stick to you
like shit to a blanket.

The minute they make
contact, you call me.

That's all it's going
to take, one call.

You had this
planned all along.

I want you with me 100%
because we're a team.

It's important.

So if you can think of
another way, tell me.

You're the boss.

Thanks, John.

It is the only way.

[music playing]

You got something
there for us?

I thought you were supposed
to wait for me to call you.

Yeah, well, my mates thought
this way would be better.

Well, let's see.

[unzips bag]

So are you going to
introduce us or what?

Sure.

Guys, this is Johnny Wilson.

These are my Australian cousins.

Shut up, Bowers.

I haven't got any
ammo for those, man.

We'll take care of it.

[cocking gun]

Sweet.
Let's go.

Eh?

You heard him.

Stop playing with yourself.

Let's move.

I don't even know what I'm
supposed to do yet, mate.

Boot camp.

He's going to take
us through the drill.

You told us he was cool.

You'll learn everything you
need to know starting now.

Empty your pockets.

No phones, no IDs.

I've just got a girlfriend
to call first, eh?

She's at work.
- Hey!

I'm only going to say this once.

'Til this job's
over, you're with us.

You don't talk to anyone.

You don't even fart without
checking first, got it?

[laughing]

That's good

It's the way it is.

[music playing]

What's up?

A testing station.

Filth back home break
off the firing pins.

They do that here?

Wouldn't know, mate.

Well, I'd feel a right moron
if we get into a bit of strife,

I pull the trigger,
nothing happens.

There you go.

[music playing]

[gunshot]

Woo!

Beauty.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

They're still
asleep, are they?

Where you off to?
- I don't know.

I feel like a beer.

Thought I'd pop down the boozer.
What do you reckon?

I need a slash.

Be my guest.

Would you like a heart starter?

Not for me, thanks.

Wouldn't let those
Aussies catch you.

Those pricks
don't scare me, eh.

Come on.

Get your ass into gear.

Action time, Johnny.

Ha ha.
Let's do it!

[clapping hands]

[music playing]

It's party time, Johnny.

Woo!

Keep it down, will you?

I can't hear myself think.

What are those
bloody idiots up to?

[horn honking]

[tires squealing]

Shit!

Woo!

We got you.

Suck on this!

OK, let's do it.

Get out of the vehicle!

Open the door!

Get out!

Get off that radio!

Repeat, armed
robbery in progress.

[gunshot]
- Come on.

I'm not joking.

Out of the vehicle!

[all yelling]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Just stay there.

Stay there!

I don't want to see your faces!

Get the rest.

Get the rest.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, piss off!

No!

[gunshot]

[groaning]

Oh, Christ.

I had no choice.

He was getting away!

- Get back in the car.
- We can't just leave him here.

The car, now!

Come on.

- Get back in the bloody car!
- We're clear!

Let's go!

What's he doing?

You want to leave your
prints in here for the cops?

Don't you pricks know anything?

Go!

[car exploding]

How stupid do you have
to be to do that, John?

What did he think he could
do, just outrun a bullet?

You've done enough today.

Sit there and shut up.

Reckon the airport's out?
- Yeah.

We're going to have to lie low.

Shit.

He was getting away.

Signal on the left.

We're going to have half the
cops in the country up our ass.

Thanks for the advice.

Now shut up and drive.

POLICE STATION
EMPLOYEE: OK, thanks.

Sir, you might want
to look at this.

- Shit a brick!
- What's up?

Fives?

Tens?

Does this look like
half a million to you?

Does it?

[first responders talking]

[music playing]

Hey, I'm going to
kill that bastard, eh.

He swore to me there'd
be like $600,000 here.

Shut your face.

$123,000.

Divided by 3.

REPORTER: [ON TV] The injured
guard, Graham [inaudible]

is in intensive care,
where it's understood

his condition is critical.

His wife Miriam
said he'd expressed

concerns about the safety
conditions of his job.

They said this was urgent.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that poor woman.

MIRIAM: [ON TV]
On at the company

to get new bulletproof vests.

And it was like, this kind
of thing doesn't happen here.

These people can get guns
just like anyone else.

REPORTER: In a related story,
a man has been taken in--

[music playing]

40 grand.

Should've been more but it's
better than a kick in the ass.

What did he say?

What are you two
whispering about, eh?

Sh!

I'll bloody cut you out
of your share so far.

Keep your head down.

You get pulled in, remember,
they can't prove nothing so

keep your mouth shut.

You guys are going to
need somewhere to hide

out until things cool down.

I can help you with that.

Nah.

You did OK, mate.

[knock on door]

Alan, John's here.

He said you're expecting him?

Thanks, love.

They shot the poor bastard
in the back for Christ's sake.

ALAN SNOW: If you
blow your cover now,

it's all been for nothing.
Is that what you want?

What I want is that
you never talked me

into this in the first place.

We did what we
thought was best.

Yeah, were we wrong.

OK, what we do.

We go down to the station and
we just explain everything.

We tell them that we supplied
guns to criminals, that's it.

Our careers are over
at the very least.

And if they decide to
make an example of us,

we could do time.

Don't fall apart
on me now, John.

We've been through
too much together.

We stepped over the line.

All right, but give me
until the morning at least.

I won't feel any different.

Then we'll go in together,
tell them the whole story.

But we've got to to back each
other up, take the best angle.

Well what do I do with this?

This is $40,000.

That's a bloody
impressive hourly rate.

Hang onto it for now.

Wouldn't it be better here?

Not a good idea, complicating
things at this stage.

Go home.

Try and get some sleep.

I'll try and chart the
best course for both of us.

I had to leave him there.

He was bleeding on
the ground like that,

and he was hurting so bad and
there was nothing I could do.

That's right.

There was nothing you could do.

It wasn't your fault, John.

Yeah.

[music playing]

Inspector Ellis, please.

Susan?

Alan.

Look, I've just had
an informant ring

in with some
disturbing information.

[cat meowing]

Zena.

Zena, get out of the rubbish.

That's the thing about cats.

They make lousy guard dogs.

Take off at the first
sign of trouble.

What are you doing here?

I need a favor.

From me.

Look, if you don't want
to help, just say so.

I haven't got time
to stuff around.

Why me?

As far as I know,
no one knows there's

a connection between us.

I mean, every other
bloody detail of my life

is on tape of file somewhere.

Fair enough.

I have no right to
lay this on you.

Do us one favor though.

Just don't tell
anyone I was here.

What do you want?

[music playing]

Hello, John.

Johnny!

[sobbing]

They found dope and speed.

I'll lose my job,
Johnny, everything.

Ray, over here.

Do a swab on his hands.

What?

What does she mean?

What she means is they want to
know if I fired a gun recently.

That right, Susan?

Gun?

What's she talking about?

What's happened?

It's all right.

I'm just doing my job.

So was I.

There were some white
crystals, 50 grams which we

can assume were amphetamines.

200 grams of marijuana,
some unidentified tablets.

Could be ecstasy, we'll
wait for the lab report.

What about the money?

No sign of it.

There must be.

As I said, I've got a
very reliable informant.

SUSAN ELLIS: Where were
you yesterday afternoon?

I want to talk to Snow.

Just a few
questions first, John.

You know how it goes.

Not anymore I don't.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Can't remember.

Where were you?

At about 2:30 PM,
there was an armed holdup

of an armored vehicle.

In the course of
the robbery, a guard

was shot in the back
at point blank range

and I bloody well want to
know if you were there.

Is he all right?

Still critical.

Have you fired a gun recently?

Was that a no?

Tell me about Terry Bowers.

How well do you know him?

Your girlfriend saw you driving
away in a car with him and two

other men yesterday afternoon.

Snow's my operator.

It has to be him.

Anything you want to say to
DSS, Snow, you can say to me.

I don't think
that's true, boss.

Is it on?

If he has gone over
to the other team,

I want to nail him
quickly, get it over with.

But something about
this whole business--

Perhaps I should talk to him.

As his operator, you
shouldn't be involved.

Give us a minute
off the record.

He might open up, save
us all a lot of trouble.

OK.

First, now might be a good
time to tell me why you put

the Armed Offenders on standby.

A rumor, nothing more,
that something like this

might be going down.

If only they'd
been more specific.

I'm sorry to have to put
you through this, John.

Did you set this up so
I don't blow my cover?

No.

So what, don't you want
me undercover anymore?

I never want to see you again.

Keep your mouth shut and I'll
see to it you get released.

Then it's up to you.

What about the briefing tapes?

What tapes?

You haven't shown for weeks.

That's a lie.

Pardon me.
You came once.

You were so stoned, you couldn't
string a sentence together.

My wife, fond as she is of
you, was very concerned.

Oh, Jesus.

You're going to do
this, aren't you?

I was concerned about
your state of mind.

It's in my notes.

How you asked me to turn a
blind eye to your friends.

How I suspected you were using.

Your sexual relationship
with a drug user, obvious.

She tried to take the blame
for all the junk we found.

You just leave
Sonya out of this.

She's done nothing.

If you think that, John,
you really have changed sides.

But it's a big step
from screwing a junkie

to planning an armed robbery.

Thanks.

I get the picture.

Take the money, wherever
it is, and get far away.

That's the best advice
anyone's going to give you.

What money?

REPORTER: [ON TV] A guard is
still in a critical condition

after the robbery of
an armored vehicle

just north of the Bombay
Hills yesterday afternoon.

Four armed men took
part in the attack

and escaped with over $120,000.

Police were on the
scene in minutes

with the Eagle One
helicopter making

a thorough search of
the area, but by then,

the four men had disappeared.

SUSAN ELLIS: Why didn't you
tell your operator you were

planning a trip to Australia?

He wasn't invited.

John, have you been using?

SUSAN ELLIS: All the junk
we found at your flat.

Well you try working
undercover without it.

You've been under a long
time, 18 months, a big strain

on anyone.

Too big, feels like
everyone's against you.

I want my rep, and
I want my lawyer.

SUSAN ELLIS: Why don't you
have a chat with our counselor

first?

Why don't I get
the hell out of here?

You've got nothing on me.

John Lawless, I am charging
you with the possession

of Class A restricted drugs.

[music playing]

Not much fun, is it?

Don't worry.

A bit of paperwork to tidy up.

You'll be out soon.

Where's Johnny?

Johnny?

Johnny Wilson?

Oh, you mean John.

Detective Constable
John Lawless.

[music playing]

MARLA LAWLESS: They came when
mom and dad were visiting.

- Jesus, Marla.
- Don't touch me.

Don't.

First I heard about
it, Dave rang.

He was really worried,
wouldn't say much.

Then Alan was kind enough to
ring and explain everything.

Do you want to
hear my side of it?

Is this what you meant when
you said you were involved

in something
dangerous or were you

talking about your girlfriend?

I have a life of
my own, a career.

I don't need this.

I'm a lawyer married
to a bent cop.

So you think I'm a crook?

I wouldn't have a bloody clue.

That's the point, isn't it?

Eight years of marriage
and I don't know you.

If there's anything
you want, take it now.

I don't want to see you again.

[music playing]

Piss off back to
your other life.

You've always
preferred it anyway.

[music playing]

Oi, I want to talk to you.

Go away.

JODIE KEANE: Isn't
there something

you forgot to tell me?
- Not now, OK?

Because I was just,
you know, wondering what

I'm supposed to do with this.

For Christ's sakes.

It's from that
robbery, isn't it?

Where that guard got shot.
You didn't tell me that.

Well I didn't want
you to get involved.

I'm involved, OK?

This is involved.

Now get in.

So please, tell me why
I shouldn't drive you

and that money around the
corner straight to the station.

It's kind of a long story.

Oh, well I've got
a full tank of gas,

so start at the beginning
and proceed to the end.

Don't worry.

No one's following us.

If they were,
you wouldn't know.

Listen, you don't have to get
involved if you don't want to.

I can take the money.

Ah, well that wouldn't
be very smart, would it?

Take care.

Yeah.

[music playing]

[dialing phone]

[phone ringing]

VOICE MESSAGE GREETING:
[ON PHONE] I'm sorry,

we're not able--

Shit!

[music playing]

Sonya!

Where's Sonya?
I'm not pissing around.

Where is she?

In her room maybe.

No.

What did you do?

[performing mouth-to-mouth]

Someone help me in here!

Someone help me!

Come on, [inaudible].

[knock on door]

Just a minute!

Who is it?

ALAN SNOW: Jodie Keane?

Detective Senior Sergeant Snow.

Don't tell me they've
reconsidered my application.

Sorry.

Perhaps it's the
company you keep.

He's popular with the
ladies, I'll give him that.

Who?

Don't piss me around, girly.

John Lawless is a dangerous
and desperate man.

You'd do well to
keep clear of him.

He speaks so
highly of you too.

A word of advice,
undercover cops

learn to get on with everyone.

They're everybody's friend.

They'll use you, then
they'll dump you.

It's the nature of the game.

Just ask his wife
or his girlfriend.

He tell you about them?

Have you got a search warrant?

Under the Misuse of Drugs
Act, I don't need one.

Well, I wouldn't go
in there if I were you.

My gym gear, it's
pretty rank in there.

I could have a team
in here in 15 minutes

and rip this place apart.

Go ahead.

I don't know what
lies he's told you,

but he organized that job.

He stole a lot of money.

And if you're not careful,
he'll drag you down with him.

Thanks for the advice.

I appreciate it, really.

Listen, Paul, man.

I'll kill you!

[scuffling]

[crying]

That bastard killed my sister!

I found her in her room.

I tried, man, but
it was too late.

She would have been pretty
freaked about losing her job.

She loved being a nurse, eh.

Sonya loved helping people.

Yeah.

But I don't reckon
that's why she done it.

It'd be 'cause she
found out the fellow she

was with was a freaking narc!

You go be with your family.

They need you now.

I'll take care of him.

Go on.

I should kick your head in.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Don't tempt me.

It doesn't make sense, you know?

We moved a lot of dope
together, did some iffy jobs.

You must have told
them about that.

So how come I'm
still walking free?

Maybe it slipped my mind?

Or maybe you had
bigger fish to fry.

You were in on that
job yesterday, eh?

You and Bowers, where
that guard got shot.

Yeah.

And now they're trying
to set me up for it.

And just to make sure
that I skip the country,

they are charging me
with possession Class A.

Well who's setting you up?

The cops?

Yeah.

[chuckles] Should
be more careful

about the company you keep.

Too true, mate.

God, I can't
work you out, man.

Yeah well, that's pretty
much the point, Will.

You're not meant to work me out.

You know, I tried to
keep you out of it.

You and Paul-- you
and Paul and Sonya.

You know, and if she hadn't
gone around there that day,

things would have been cool.

And that's the other thing,
because she was the best,

you know?

Had unlimited care.

If anything happened
to her, because she's

on the other side.

I screwed up, man.

I just screwed up so bad.

[music playing]

Whatever you are, I know
you cared for Sonya, so you

go ahead and grieve for her.

Then we'll work out
whether I'm going

to have to break your head.

[chuckles sadly]

[music playing]

[siren blaring]

[tires squealing]

Shit, Dave!

Leave that heap of junk there.

Get in.

The guard died
about an hour ago.

Ellis wants us to bring you in.

Yeah.

[closes car door]

Lab on your hands came back
positive for gunshot residue.

They found hairs that match
the guard's on your clothes.

So you were there?

Yeah.

[sighs]

Snow organized the guns we used.

We were supposed to have
the AOS backing us up,

but Bowers shanghaied me
before I could make the call.

Can you prove this?

No.

Snow's flushed it.

Falsed our entries, the lot.

He's been like a terrier
with a wasp up his ass,

dragging in every
man and his dog.

He wants Bowers bad.

And what if he only wanted him
in as fair a way as possible?

It's just a pity that
guard got it with a shotgun.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure his misses
feels the same way, mate.

I mean if it was a
rifle, we could trace

the bullet back to the armory.

You know, prove the gun
was in police possession.

Oh bloody hell.

Either you're a genius
or I'm a bloody idiot.

Genius sounds OK.

What'd I say?

Where Snow wants Bowers.

Hang on.

Where you going?

What, you're
going to arrest me?

Of course I'm bloody well not.

Joe's parents, they've got a
beach house just along the road

from here.

You can hang out there until,
well, we get something sorted.

Not going to get you in
trouble with the misses, is it?

It was her idea.

Fancy a wee drive first?

[music playing]

[waves crashing]

Snow came to see
me at my place.

It's OK.

The money's all right.

[breathing heavily]

It's kind of good in
a way because if I

wasn't sure about
you before, I am now.

He's got such a bad aura.

Aura, yeah.

Ah, so that's how you
look when you smile.

It's quite nice really.

Uh, he um-- he said some
pretty bad stuff about you.

He talked about you having
a wife and a girlfriend.

Not anymore.

Listen, you don't have
to do this, you know.

I mean, we're talking
about murder now.

This is a whole
different ballgame,

so the best thing you can do
right now is just walk away.

Yeah, like you walked away
when that guy tried to rape me.

Besides, all this
"Mission Impossible" stuff

beats the hell out of sending
out notices for traffic fines,

I can tell you.

Thank you.

So, what law do you
want me to break now?

Working late?

Jodie.

What can I do for you?

[sighs] You're still
mad at me, aren't you?

You are, and I don't blame you.

Standing you up like
that was inexcusable.

Twice.

You stood me up twice.

I don't know why I do things
like that, Rex, you know?

Maybe I'm just afraid
of liking you too much

and you hurting me, so
it's like I get in first.

It's like self-defense.

You reckon.

Forgive me.

Please.

Well that depends.

On what?

On what you want?

Rex.

Oh, come on.

Spit it out.

Heard you were looking
for a boat going to Oz?

What about it?

Know a guy might
be worth talking to.

[music playing]

Bang!

Hey, Terry.

How's it been?

Hey, hey, hey.
Just chill.

Whoa.
Be cool.

Be cool, man.
Be cool.

We didn't come here
to hurt you, mate.

Check it out all right?

Yeah?

Look, we could have dealt you
if we wanted to, all right?

We just came here to talk.

You all right, Willy?

Shit.

Do I look all right?
- OK.

Let's just settle, man.

We just want to know,
you got those guns?

Why?

Thought you might be
keen on another job.

That's all.

We talk?

[music playing]

[gasps] You've got
to stop doing that.

I hope [inaudible] all right.

You know that money I gave you?

No, I've forgotten
all about it.

Uh, I'm going to need
some just to buy information

and set things up and stuff.

Well it's not here obviously.

I'm not that blonde.

I never said you were.

So where is it?

Safest place I could
think of, at work.

Mm.

Good, good.

So, do you want to
know how I got on?

This means [inaudible].

All it proves is that the
bullets you say you got out

of a piece of wood
came from a gun

that we confiscated in
Rotorua that should have

been destroyed two weeks ago.

You can't prove it came from the
gun that was used on the job.

What about the
guard that was shot?

Shotgun's different.

Smooth bore, no mags.

You can't trace it.

So why'd I have to put up with
Rex slobbering all over me for?

No, no.

What this proves is the guns
were in police possession.

All we have to do is prove that
the bad guys have got them.

They've got to ask how.

Now, I don't have access.

But DSS Snow, that's
another matter.

[typing]

[music playing]

For what it's
worth, I think you'd

make a fine police officer.

You can try again.

All I want to do is
talk to him, Jodie.

You just want him to help
you with your inquiries.

The longer he stays
away, the worse it looks.

Come on.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Your contract allows
for instant dismissal

should you be deemed
a security risk.

You have the right of appeal of
course, but in this situation,

I think you'll find you
haven't got a leg to stand on.

[music playing]

[knock on door]

Excuse me, boss.

There's something I'd
like to talk to you about.

That quick end to
a brilliant career.

I did warn you.

Is John still in the country?

Excuse me.

Tell him to take you
and the money and go.

I hear the Queensland
Police will take anyone.

Oh, well you must
be crapping yourself.

All those years of
work down the toilet.

Jodie!

Hey, how'd you get on
with that friend of yours?

Yeah, thanks, good.

Hey, happy to help.
Here, let me help you with that.

No, Rex.
Damn it!

You've just-- you've got to
do something about this urge

you have to be so damn helpful.

It's a real turn off.
- Sorry, I was just--

Just forget it, OK?

I just hope you take
on board what I said.

What worries me is if that
asshole Snow's been spreading

your employment record
around, it won't take long

for Bowers to hear about it.

You can pull out, brother.

I mean, there'd be
no hard feelings.

Never done a payroll before.

Besides, some bastard's
got to look out for you.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah?

How's it going?

Not bad.

Feel like a drive?

Yeah.

Just the day for it, eh?

John!

Johnny, you there?

Now the van's going to come
around this corner up here.

It's going to make a right.

Now a bit further down,
the road gets narrowed

and there's a bank
on the other side.

So 50 minutes past
that, make a left.

There's a wee side road.

- 2 mil, you reckon?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

It's a week's taking from every
bank north of [inaudible],,

south of Hamilton.

Without extra protection?

This is New Zealand, mate.

No one thinks it's
going to happen twice.

The only thing I
can't figure out.

You've got this job sussed.

Why do you need us
along to hold your hand?

Tell them.

Yeah, you got me.

It's a setup.

Johnny.

That's why you've got the gun.

We're sitting here like
a couple of dickheads.

Listen, mate.

I'm talking about 2
million bucks here.

OK?

Who are we going to get to
help us, some local idiot who's

knocked off a gas station?

I'd rather do this with you
blokes because you're the best,

but with you or without you,
I'm going to do it anyway.

Let's go.

Eh?

Drive.

If everything checks
out, we'll be in touch.

Van comes through
tomorrow, mate.

You miss it, it's another week.

Hey.

I said we'll be in touch.

Here's the thing.

If they go for this, there's not
good any time to warn anyone.

I went there last time.

Stick to the plan, totally.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll stick to it.

You all right, Dave-o?

Yeah.

Oh, come on, mate.

Spit it out.

I told Ellis I'd
heard the whisper

about something downtown.

She's but the AOS on standby.

You what?

Didn't say nothing to me
about the Armed Offenders Squad.

I thought it might be better.

Jesus Christ.

I told you I don't want
Snow anywhere near this.

He'll find some way to
screw the both of us.

He won't.

It just, you know,
covers our asses.

Yours and mine.

By the time the AOS get
there, it'll all be done.

Thought I might find you here.

Good day, Jodie.

Hello, darling.

How are you today, Jodie?

How nice of you to ask, John.

Actually, I'm a
little bit annoyed

because I got the sack today.

Really?

Would that have
anything to do with me?

Well it's funny you should
ask that, John, actually,

but, you know, it's
cool, because its worth

losing my job for a good cause.

John boy.

You going to introduce us?

Yeah, yeah.

Jodie Keane, this
is Andy Deakin.

Absolutely bloody charmed.

And right here, this is
Wallace [inaudible] Kaa.

Hello, Wallace.

It's Willy.

So what's this then, a
bloody Tupperware party?

No.
No.

Actually, I'm glad
you turned up, Jodie.

I'm going to team you
up with Andy over here,

and what he doesn't
know about surveillance

isn't worth knowing.

That wasn't in the plan.

Hey.

One more thing.

Ellis sprung me just as I
was into the armaments file.

[sighs] It was
worth a try anyway.

But I got a look first.

Snow was in charge of exhibits
from that Rotorua job.

That's where the guns came from
that Rex matched the bullet to.

And it's all there on file,
it can't be tampered with.

Jodie, you're bloody amazing.

Have I told you that?

Tell me as many
times as you like.

[chuckles]

[kisses]

Good luck for tomorrow, and
thanks for letting me in.

Like I had any choice, eh?

Didn't I bend you before?

[chuckles]

Drunk and
disorderly, New Year's

Eve, about seven
or eight years ago.

Thought so.

Another?

I thought you'd never ask.

Johnny's got
nothing to lose, eh.

But what's in it for you?

Would have picked you for
a company man all the way.

I thought I was too.

Being a cop's always been about,
you know, shit pay, shit hours,

but at least you always
knew who your mates were.

Now they go and stick
it to Johnny like that

just for doing his job.

Got to draw the
line somewhere, eh.

You guys in place?

OK.

No more phone
contact, all right?

Bowers and his mates will be
here soon if they're coming.

Roger.

It's a dog's life, eh love?

[laughing]

Is something happening?

Not at the moment it's not.

There was a whisper
whoever knocked

off the armored van last week
might be planning another job.

Could just be talk.

I should be involved.

That won't be
necessary at this stage.

Susan, if it's Lawless,
we know he's dangerous

and we never found the
guns from the last time.

I'll keep that in mind.

That's all.

Thank you, Alan.

[music playing]

You're cutting it
fine, aren't you?

Well let's go.

See.

No wallets, no ID, no phone.

Who says you can't
teach Kiwis anything?

I've always thought
buying lingerie for a lady,

about the nicest thing
a bloke could do.

What size are you?

[phone rings]

Hello?

Hello?

We're on.

Hung like a donkey to
Ebony and Ivory, come in.

WILLY KAA: Is he talking to us?

Mad bastard.

I'm hearing you, Andy.

ANDY DEAKIN: [OVER RADIO]
They're on their way.

[music playing]

How come I don't
get one of them?

I'll take care of that.

Try not to shoot anyone
this time, shit head.

[cocking weapons]

May not be as
glamorous, but calling

the show is the most important
part of a job like this,

letting everyone know
exactly where they are

and what's happening.

So you know John
pretty well then?

I worked a few gigs in
Wellington a few years ago,

just before I [inaudible].

A bit moody, they said.

Right as rain now, as long as
I take my little white pills.

[music playing]

Rubber ducky, looks like
you've got a convoy.

Yep.

OK, I see them.

Where's our boy?

ANDY DEAKIN: [OVER
RADIO] He's in place.

Spot on.

[dialing phone]

DS Bruford for Inspector Ellis.

No, I will not hold
the frigging line.

Put her on now.

That van better show, man.

Those Aussies will kill us.

[breathes deeply]

You're good, mate.

It's a happening thing.

[tires squealing]

Get out of the vehicle!
Move!

[gunshot]
Move!

Get out!

Come on!

Now!

Move it!

We're not joking,
get out of the vehicle.

Get out of the van!

Move!

[inaudible] the key.

Get on your back now!

Move it!

Hurry up.

Move it!

Get back around the front.

Go.

Get the keys out.

I've got them here.

I'll unlock the door.

Get it going!

OK, OK, OK.

Put it down!

Go on, put it down!

Drop the weapon.

Drop it!

[gunshot]

Woo!

We got him.

It's a wrap.

Andy.

Andy, look.
It's Bowers.

He's got a gun.

We need an
ambulance here fast.

Put Ellis on, will you?

Come on.

You Aussies, I don't know.

Can't rob, can't play rugby.

What are you good for anyway?

Get in the car.

Andy to Lawless, over.

Get off the frigging radio.

[dialing phone]

Will do.

SUSAN ELLIS: [ON PHONE]
It's not over yet, John.

You and Bruford have
gone way too far on this.

Just a minute, Susie.

Terry Bowers, you dick head.

I owe you a kick in the nuts.

[laughing]

No!

[gunshot]

Oh man.

Shit, bro.

Why do they call these
things bulletproof?

It hurts like hell.

[chuckles] You cheery bastard.

Could have been worse, bro.

Could've shot you
in your thick head.

[tires squealing]

Go, Dave.

I'll get them.

We've got to go after him.

That's not the plan.

Well stuff the plan.

[music playing]

[tires squealing]

[sirens blaring]

Come on.

What the shit?

[tires squealing]

You little beauty.

[tires squealing]

Get out of the car!

On the ground now!

Hands behind the head!

Do it!

[music playing]

[sighs]

SUSAN ELLIS: Come in.

Sit.

A serious allegation's been
made, that you provided guns

to criminals from
the exhibits locker,

guns earmarked for disposal.

That's a lie.

You're in charge of
exhibits is on file.

Not even you can change that.

Senior Sergeant.

I also wrote
this report shortly

afterwards, also on file.

And you're right, I
couldn't change that.

Detailing my concerns
about the security

of the exhibits locker.

Virtually anyone at the
station could have accessed it

if they'd so desired.

Not me.

Perhaps not, but your
mate, Sergeant Bruford.

You had it covered
way back then.

Oh, you're still teaching
me a thing or two, Alan.

There'll be an internal
inquiry of course.

As there should be.

I would also recommend
that Detective

Constable Lawless be
encouraged to join

a drug rehabilitation program.

And what about Dave?

He's been cautioned that
his part in this affair

exceeded his authority.

The guy's a bloody hero.

Look, there's no
hard feelings, Susan.

I know you've been
straight up about this.

The Australians are
denying involvement

in the first robbery.

Terry Bowers, on the other
hand, is singing his head off.

He's admitted to
shooting the guard.

He also insists
you've got $40,000.

Yeah, well Bowers would
say just about anything

to drop me in it.

Any proof?

When this goes to court, it's
really going to hit the fan.

You'll be better off with
the force behind you.

I'll take my chances.

[door closing]

Detective Constable Lawless
has never been a team player.

You're a prick, Snow.

Always have been,
always will be.

Don't let the bastards
get you down, eh?

It's not the department
I'm worried about, it's Joe.

Talk about ballistic.

I'll be lucky to sleep in
my bed again this year.

- Tell her it was my fault.
- I already did.

Oh yeah?

Hey, uh, that money
from the robbery.

You should use it to
go private, you know?

Set yourself up.

No.

That poor bastard who got
shot, anonymous donation

to his misses.

Look, don't beat
yourself up about it, eh?

It's just bad luck.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, you take care of
yourself, all right?

[music playing]

You OK?

Been better.

Willy told me what happened.

I'm sorry.

I hardly even knew her.

[music playing]