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(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES, THEN FADES)

SANDRA: They're dead. No
movement. No texts. No calls.

Frickin' nothing for days.
They've ditched their phones.

The number we had
as their suspected up-line

went dead at 20:42 Thursday.

TSUMA: Mm-hm.

15 minutes later,

Hayden gets a call
from another unknown number.

And that number was only used
to make that one call.

Got a warrant on it this
morning. Burner. Fake name.

They figured out
we're onto them.

(DOOR BEEPS AND OPENS)

Remember to check
your pigeonhole.

- Ahmed's given us a present.
- What?

HOOPER: We've all been named
in a civil case

that Dalia Tun's filed -
it's all in there.

He went to Dalia's lawyer,
spilled his guts.

Some bullshit
to involve all of us.

I don't know.
Maybe he has lost it.

- Yeah, um...
- OK, no.

We aren't discussing it.

Every word we say
could end up in court

or being used
in settlement negotiations.

Thankfully, we're not after
either Ms Tun or her...

- Boyfriend.
- Groomer.

TSUMA: Pursue other avenues
to speedily collar

and vigorously nail the up-line
to a long-arse stint in jail.

- Boss.
- Yes, ma'am.

TSUMA: As for Dalia Tun,
no-one goes near her.

We don't want vindictive
harassment being alleged.

Yes, boss.

I accept the decision.

You do understand that
by signing,

the downgrading to constable
is effective immediately

and you'll be stood down
without pay

until the civil action
is resolved?

Inspector, Constable Ahmed

has accepted the determination.

BARCELOS: Yes. Thanks.
I heard him say that too.

I'm simply checking
that the constable

understands the consequences
of his decision.

Still judging me, ma'am?

I do see how,
in a particular light,

you thought telling the lawyer

could be seen
as the right thing to do.

Well, what's right
shouldn't be subjective.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

YVONNE: Christian
doesn't believe you.

Da, you should probably tell,
like, what actually happened.

Doesn't matter what
Christian believes.

It's over now.

He thinks it was Hayden.

Hayden will be fine.

YVONNE: He could get arrested.

(SIGHS)

I got hit by a dirt bike.

It full-on rammed me.
That's what happened.

(YVONNE RUMMAGES IN BAG)

People can help.

(PUTS DOWN BUSINESS CARD)

(SIGHS)

I know what I'm doing.

SANDRA: Thank you.

This is where he was
when his phone died?

Hooper reckons it was here

or somewhere along
this side of the highway.

He was, uh, able to map it out
with the tower pings we had.

(CALLS OUT) Hello?

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. Can I help you?

Uh, yeah.

We would like your security
footage from last Thursday.

- Thanks.
- Do you have a warrant?

Uh, for that night,
yeah, we sure do.

(MOUSE CLICKS)

SANDRA: Bingo.

McKEOWN: Someone
got taught a lesson.

If that's what he's like,

then what the fuck's
happened to Dalia?

McKEOWN: Let's go
pay him a visit.

(CLICK!)

I'm sorry, Ty.

I won't disobey you.

Never again.

I had you pegged as a learner.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

As long as you learn
from the past,

it's best we keep it there.

Jossie said you had a visitor.

Hello. I'm, uh, Dalia's manager
from the bakery.

I just came to see
how she was doing

and to let her know that
there's a job waiting for her

whenever she's ready to return.

Fancy.

We'll cut up some slices.

Oh, no, you guys go ahead.

Yeah? I've gotta get back
to the bakery.

You'd walk away from all this?

I wouldn't wanna tire Dalia out.

You rest up.

I'll see you soon.

Hey.

Thanks for coming by.

- TY: Of course.
- CHRISTIAN: Mm.

TV NARRATOR: For generations,
the manor has been home

to some of Europe's wealthiest
and most powerful families,

who have all stood
on this very ground

and enjoyed
the breathtaking view.

Everything as far as the eye...

(NARRATION CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

McKEOWN: It's OK.
No-one saw us come in.

We can leave the same way
if you're clever about it.

McKEOWN:
Make a good choice, son.

What you decide now will affect
the rest of your life.

Lawyer.

- Dalia.
- Be smarter than you look.

We know you're using her to sell
to office workers, Hayden.

McKEOWN: You're in over your
head all of a sudden, right?

Not sure how it happened, but
you pissed off your up-lines.

They hurt you. How about her?
Did she get hurt?

Dalia's tougher
than you dogs think.

She came through alright.

Is she OK, Hayden?

Look, if you really care
about her, be a real man.

Do what it takes to get her out.

McKEOWN: And yourself, mate.

You and Dalia,
you're not who we're after here.

We can help you.

Nah.

Dalia's done with me.

McKEOWN: Break-ups suck.

Well, maybe it's a sign, mate,
you should work with us.

(SCOFFS)

- I'm not your mate.
- We'll keep you out of it.

SANDRA: Just need a name.
We've already got his number.

- And you'll be free.
- Pfft. Piss off.

Youse don't care about me.

And if you had shit on me,
I'd be in the wagon already.

McKEOWN: I was barracking
for you, Hayden.

Thought you'd recognise this for
the exit strategy it could be.

(SANDRA SCOFFS)

Take the back exit
if you really give a shit.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SWITCHES ON TV)

(DOOR OPENS)

- (OBJECTS CLATTER)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

You've still got a key.

Um... (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

Yeah.

I want to speak
to you about Dalia.

I didn't know the lawyer
would bring you into it.

Honest. I really thought
it would just be about me.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry.

So am I.

But have you seen her lately?
Uh, last couple of days?

No.

No, I heard you at the plaza.

And we all need
to leave her alone.

We haven't seen her since
you blew our surveillance

and obviously can't go knocking
on her front door anymore.

Boyfriend?

Claims she's fine.

But he got her
into dealing drugs,

so, you know, I don't really
put a premium on his word.

I followed him.

Hayden. To her.

- Uh-huh.
- To the plaza that day.

He, uh, he came from the bakery.
That one on Kingsley Avenue.

I think you should transfer.

It's the only way I see you
coming back from this.

Yeah.

Maybe I will.

(SCHOOL HUBBUB)

YVONNE: Let's go to the beach
this weekend.

Get out of the heat.

- Sure, yeah.
- Nah.

YVONNE: It'll be fun
once we get there.

- I said no.
- YVONNE: Why?

I've got work.

At the bakery?

ANGELA: I'm sure you could take
the day off. Call in sick.

My boss would know.
He wouldn't like that.

You're fucking going back?

To him? Da, you can't.

I'm not your feel-good
social justice project.

I can do what I want.

Ty is fucking bad news.
After what he did...

DALIA: Shut up!
You don't know shit, Yvonne.

I know that you need to stop
working for that arsehole

and stay the hell away from him.

You loved doing
that arsehole's drugs.

Got no problem with that.

Screw you.

Be his bitch.

Fuck you, drug slut.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(CASHIER AND CUSTOMER
CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

(PAPER BAG RUSTLES)

- CASHIER: Is that all today?
- CUSTOMER 2: Just that.

- CASHIER: That's $5.40.
- CUSTOMER 2: Thanks.

CASHIER: Thank you.

CASHIER: What can I get you?

(SIGHS) Um...

- (DOOR BEEPS)
- TSUMA: ..hasn't got a job.

Yet he's been driving himself
to every check-in in a new car.

Take note, young blood. That
is why relationships matter.

TSUMA: They sure do.

McKEOWN: Gave yourself
a morning sleep-in, I see.

- Ha!
- HOOPER: I've got us a new lead.

A recent parolee.
Ex-gang member.

Boss just rang
his parole officer.

Go conduct a spot drug test
on the guy.

Face-to-face like that
will give you the chance

to suss if he has the capacity
to be shifting weight.

Hooper, you ride
with the detective.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

TSUMA: If you're the last
one in, you get station duty,

not fieldwork.

Ali, look into our POI.

See if you can find any dirt

or a phone number
on social media.

- Mm-hm.
- I'll be in my office.

Ma'am.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SIGHS, THEN TYPES)

(PRESSES KEY)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hall.
- SANDRA ON PHONE: Ruby Samuels.

What's the story?

Jeez, Ali, you gotta
romance a man first.

Yeah, I'm doing real
police work here, champ.

HALL: What do you want to know?

Is she the type of woman that
can get caught up in the game?

I'll look into it.

Hey, Da.

I can still make it out
for the end-of-work run.

We're on hiatus.

Too many things are going wrong
with the cops prowling.

I'm not talking just with you.
It's spread around.

The dogs have been
asking questions

in places they shouldn't be.

Like where? What do you know?

I've got people
in useful places.

Like inside the cops?

Sales are shut. Temporarily.

Sit on any product you have
and keep your heads down.

Yeah, I mean, if you think
it's necessary.

New phones? New numbers? Like...

I said it, so, yeah, I think
it's fucking necessary, Hayden.

How long will we be waiting?

TY: Chill, Pablita Escobar.

We just need to make sure

we fully understand
this cop shit going on.

Until then...

...we bake.

Fuck, no. I'm not cool
with cooking this shit.

It fries your brain.

Bake bread, idiot.

Nah, you... Fuck off.

Get home.

Stay home.

I mean home.

No calls, no outings.

No trying to get back
with Dalia.

She doesn't need you
weighing her down.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUZAK PLAYS THROUGH
PHONE SPEAKERS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: The Sydney
Metropolitan Police Service's

employee helpline understands
you are seeking assistance.

Your mental health
is important to us.

We apologise for the delay.

(MUZAK CONTINUES)

(MUZAK STOPS)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello, my name's
Ashleigh. How can I help you?

Uh, hi, yeah.
No, I was just, um...

I was hoping
to speak to someone.

For a matter arising from your
duties or a personal issue?

Uh, both, I guess.

OK. Have you used
the officer helpline before?

Uh, no.

No, I tried dealing with it
myself.

OK. There is a Tuesday afternoon
or a Friday morning.

Both in six weeks.

Can't I just talk to you now?

Sorry. I just book in the
assessment with the therapist.

(SIGHS) Look.

I was really hoping
to speak to someone today.

Are you having thoughts about
harming yourself or others?

No.

I'm sorry. A counsellor
is not available today.

I can email you a fact sheet

on how to start conversations
about your mental health

with colleagues or family
members if you like?

You crossed
to the dark side yet?

What, get addicted to that shit?

- (RUBY SCOFFS)
- Nah, my body's a temple.

(RUBY LAUGHS)

Mine's a fun park.

How you been, Ruby?

- Good.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

(PUTS CUP DOWN)

Well, is somebody
helping you with that?

(RUBY SCOFFS)

(PUSHES HAND AWAY)

I stand on my own two feet.

That you should
definitely fucking know.

- Hey, we're still friends.
- (CHUCKLES)

Theo's coming in.

Go. Out the back way.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(CHRISTIAN SPEAKS
IN HUSHED TONES)

DALIA: Hey, what's going on?

DALIA: Were you in my room?

We've got some news, Dalia.

Is that my stuff?

The decision to relocate you
has been approved.

I've got to take you
to your new placement.

WOMAN: I'll take the forms.

I didn't ask for
a fucking relocation.

It'll be good for you
to get some extra support.

I don't... I don't wanna go.

CHRISTIAN: I know.
But it's been decided.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(PUTS BOX DOWN)

- WOMAN: I'll be out the back.
- CHRISTIAN: Thank you.

I'm sure they'll let you
fix it up how you like.

The family, they just have you,

so they'll have all the time to
give you the support you need.

- Obviously they're perfect.
- This can be a good thing.

It should be. Really.

You know, from the new year,
it'll be a fresh start, Dalia.

- New school, new job.
- Just go.

You gotta admit,
shit's gotten messed up

and maybe you need
a clean break.

Nah. I didn't do any of this.
You and the cops did.

(SIGHS)

You think we got here
without you contributing?

The cops came after me because
I was in the wrong place

at the wrong time
and I look the way I do.

Lots of us deal with that kind
of shit, Da, and worse.

But you started skipping school.

You hadn't done that before and
next thing you're all cashed-up.

- Then you get beat bad?
- Not my fault. The bike!

I know what a beat-down
looks like.

And that guy who came by,
he'll hurt you again.

- My boss from the bakery?
- I'm not sorry, Dalia.

I've done the right thing
and that's all this is about.

Your best interests.

Screw you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

You said you had something.

That's the guy.

If Ruby's in the drug game,
and maybe she is, it's via him.

- They're fucking.
- Did you get this legally?

HALL: I ran some plates,

crosschecked the home addresses
with car owners.

Did real police work.

You're welcome.

Dude, he just has
some parking tickets.

What, 'cause he's screwing
a woman, you wanna be, like...

No, hot shot. Listen.

20 minutes after
I run a search on him,

I get a call
from State Crime Command.

They're asking me why
I'm looking him up.

OK, well, now I want
to know everything I can

about Mr... Theo Léon.

Yeah, so the fuck do I.

Just checking tags on socials.

SANDRA: On the work computer
that Command can track?

(SANDRA SCOFFS)

It looks like he owns an
industrial flooring business.

Mmm, it's a good cover for
moving cash and supplies around.

That's why I said it out loud.

Fuck me dead
and bury me pregnant.

- What?
- He's married to an El Maza.

SANDRA: Ya'Allah, he is. (SIGHS)

They're all here.
Al, Tariq, Zahrani.

I know the names
of the El Mazas, Ali.

Every cop in the state does.

And we've just cracked it
wide open.

Tsuma's gonna love this.

Ah, this is strike force work
and you're not on it.

But you and me, Ali, we're
actually in this together now.

'Cause however
you got Ruby's name,

you sure as shit
didn't do it the right way.

That's why you came to me

and didn't go through
your strike force.

We need to pass this information
on to State Crime Command.

They need to be
across everything

involving the El Mazas.

Especially as they're not known
to operate in this area.

So we do the work and
paratroopers get the glory?

It's one force.

Is that what you say when
you hand down CI findings?

That's mature.

LATT: Where the hell
do you two think you are?

TSUMA: Sir.

Barcelos?

One station's strike force
does not supersede state goals,

no matter how locally
the intel has been gathered.

- We tell headquarters.
- Remember your rank.

This is still my station.

You hold on to that
while we decide what to do

with what Inspector Tsuma
has just shared with us.

Our strike force has uncovered
what appears to be

a local connection
to a known criminal family.

TSUMA: Indeed, sir.

We've identified a property

where narcotics
are likely being stored.

LATT: And Tsuma was asking
do we sit and watch

or do we go in for the bust?

I don't remember hearing
anything coming out of her mouth

about informing HQ.

- Did you?
- OK.

Then, you know what,
maybe the prudent thing to do

is let Strike Force Seagull
watch the bakery,

its comings and goings,
and then you're right.

If intel proves valuable,
then we take it to headquarters.

She'll squeal.

Pull the trigger.
We might get lucky.

(TSUMA GATHERS DOCUMENTS)

- The colour maybe.
- Chacha!

Heya, Rez!

How was your trip?
Did you get me anything?

Uh... I sure did.

But silly me, I left it at home.

- Oh.
- I'll bring it next time.

Why don't you show me how fast
you can go down the slide?

- OK.
- (ZAHRA SIGHS)

This isn't fair,
just showing up like this.

Let's not do that.

Look, I need you, Zahra,
to help me make this right.

I'm sorry, but no.

You and me,
we did the wrong thing.

But it's cost me my brother.

It'll eat away at him
not having me around.

- Just like it is for me.
- I can't, OK?

Leave us alone.
I can't help you.

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

Da, you gotta hear me out.

The cops are onto Ty
way more than he thinks.

You can't bullshit
about that stuff.

HAYDEN: I'm not.

Then you gotta tell him.

Nah, Da. I've said nothing
and I'm saying nothing.

The only thing left to do
is to get the fuck outta here.

We run.

If he finds out
you're snitching...

Oi! I'm no fucking rat.

So how do you know
about the cops?

Promise me you'll come with me.

I spoke to my nan in Dubbo.
She'll take us in.

How do you know?

That copper,
the one that searched you...

...came to my house
with some other old dude

and then I saw her
at the bakery.

It's why I gotta get outta here.

Only way we avoid
whatever the fuck's going down.

Run while we can.

Doesn't mean
we're getting back together.

Of course not,

but our shit doesn't mean
you do time for him.

OK.

OK. I'll get the bus tickets.

I have to say goodbye to Yvonne
and get my things first.

We'll take a night bus.

I'll be there.

Promise.

- TY: Hello.
- Hey.

Come on. I ain't got all day.

Uh, Ty, the cops,
they went to Hayden.

Well, he knows
the lawyer to call.

No, they haven't arrested him.
They went to his house.

Talked to him.

He didn't say anything,
but they came here too.

He saw one he knows from...

...me.

Why are you telling me this
and not him?

He's scared you'd be angry.

(DALIA BREATHES SHAKILY)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(QUIETLY) Come on.

Can you talk?

Feels like something's
about to pop off.

Agree we keep the sale
going down tomorrow,

but I'm moving the supply now.

The cops approached Hayden.

I don't think he'll talk,
but he can be one dumb cunt.

Someone better make sure
his motormouth has stayed shut,

or else they're gonna
shut it for him.

I can do it.

Yeah, righto. (HANGS UP)

It's OK. If Hayden's done
as he's told, it's all good.

I won't touch him.

OK.

But I just got moved
and I don't need more trouble.

What do you mean?

Caseworker ordered me
into a foster home.

He was bound to do something.

They're gonna make me
change schools next year.

Quit here.

I can't get caught up
in more shit.

I won't let any of that happen.

OK, after tomorrow,
I'll sort things out for you.

By doing what?

Foster placements
change all the time.

You just say the father put
his hand on your knee and boom!

I'll introduce you to Gloria.

We were dumped
in the same foster home.

She got out, took me
under her wing, right?

I wanna stay round here.

She's not that far away.

I trust her and the department
will approve her.

You've been planning that?

Yeah, I've been
thinking about it.

But the priority
is shifting the gear.

I'm selling it
all wholesale tomorrow.

- You should sell it today.
- That's not how things work.

How do they work then?

Why don't you come tomorrow
and I'll show you?

Here.

Take these.
Walk with confidence.

The cops could search me.

You need to toughen up, Dalia.

Risk comes with reward.

You've just gotta be
smart about it.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BIRDS SING, INSECTS CHIRP)

Hi.

Everything OK? Is it Mum? Dad?

Everything's... Everyone's fine.

- Wanna come in?
- Nah. Let's stay out here.

Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.

- I'm here for Dalia.
- Sorry?

She wants to meet you and talk.

No, I can't go
anywhere near her.

She called me at work.

She said she wants you
to see something.

She sounded like
she really needed your help.

I don't know, man.

Look, she's not gonna meet you
at your police station,

and that's fair.

She asked me to get you
to Wild Waters tomorrow

and meet her in the car park
at midday.

What about at your office?

Can't always have it your way.

Help her on her terms.
It's the right thing to do.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK. I'll go.
I'll meet her.

Will you come with me?

No.

I'm not ready yet.

TY: Phone.

(VELCRO OPENS)

(BOOT SHUTS)

Come on.

What's up, Jones?

TSUMA: Great day for a raid, folks.

LATT: You know the drill.

You've got the target,
so heads up,

eyes peeled, stay aware.

Alright, roll out.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PEOPLE CHEER AND SHRIEK
IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Alright, princess.

Where are the guys
we're selling to?

Hey, hey, exhale.
They'll be here.

I've got you.

You got me?

You don't trust the guy?

I don't trust anyone.

Almost anyone.

He won't be expecting you
to carry.

It'll be OK.

If not, don't think.
Just pull the trigger.

(TY EXHALES)

(REMOTE LOCKING BLEEPS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(HANDBRAKES CLUNK)

(VEHICLE ENGINE STOPS)

- MAN: What about the girl?
- Let's get it done.

Stop prancing around waiting for
someone to look this way, eh?

(BAG UNZIPS)

(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

- Police!
- Police!

Hands! Hands!

(POLICE CALL OUT)

Police. Don't move.

(VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY)

TSUMA: Alright, let's search
the place. Turn it over.

POLICEMAN: Yes, ma'am.

TSUMA: Get to it.
Toss the joint.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

TSUMA: They're not gonna
leave it out in the open.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

TSUMA: Yeah, copy.

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE BUZZES)

Send urgent response
to Wild Waters now.

I'm solo and back-up's required.

I... Zil, Zil, I can't...
I can't hear you.

Come on. Get in the car.

Hello?

SANDRA: Zil? Hello?

Hello?

Zil?

It's over, mate.

You're done.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Keys on the ground.

Where's the cavalry, eh?

You've come for her?

(DALIA WHIMPERS)

Not a smart idea, man.

Open the boot.

You're getting in.

Open it!

- I've got back-up on the way.
- Fuckin' in the boot.

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT BLASTS)

Zil!

Zil!

- Come on! Come on!
- HALL: What's happening?

Dispatch. Suspected signal one.
Wild Waters location.

I repeat, signal one.
Shots fired.

Dalia, we need to go.

So, you give that
back to me now.

(DALIA MOANS)

Dalia...

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Dalia...

Just give it to me.

- (DALIA MOANS)
- Dalia!

(ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH)

(PANTS)

(SIREN WAILS)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(SANDRA SOBS)

Blue down. Officer fatality.

(PANTS)

(SOBS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

My kid is home.

(SNIFFLES)

(KASIM MUTTERS)

Kasim. Kasim.

(KASIM MUTTERS)

KASIM: Don't.

He's been...

He's been killed, Kasim.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so, so sorry. I...

Nah. No.

He tried to call me,
but I, um...

I'm s...

Where was he?

Where did it happen?

Um...

KASIM: Did she set him up?

LATT: Who?

That girl, Dalia.

She got me to get him
to meet her today.

- (KASIM WEEPS)
- No!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Inspector. Incoming.

You're definite, sir? I see.

Yep. Understood.

I need you to print me copies
of Dalia Tun's mugshot.

I'm still viewing footage
from the scene.

She was at the car park.

She's the one
who lured Ahmed there.

(BARCELOS HANGS UP PHONE)

BARCELOS:
State Command just shared

that Theo Léon
left the country yesterday.

A holiday in Vanuatu
with his family,

so the meet-up wasn't with him.

They let him leave the country?

BARCELOS: They didn't know that
we were going to be conducting

an operation on a business
owned by his mistress.

We should have reported it.

McKEOWN: Well, we did get
a burner number from the bikie.

Trace intel are running it,

but the last location tower's
West Blacktown.

BARCELOS: Alright, so,
maybe that's the trigger man.

The Super has another suspect.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

A police officer was shot dead

while responding to
an unfolding criminal incident.

A known associate of the
Taipans Outlaw Motorcycle Gang

is already in police custody,

however, police are looking

for other suspects

who may have been involved...

(KNOCKING)

...with a manhunt currently
underway across Sydney

for one adult...

(TV SWITCHES OFF)

DALIA: Yvonne... (PANTS)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I should have listened to you.

Shut up, you crazy bitch.

(SOBS)

- I didn't kill him.
- I know. I know.

Ty did it.

Right in front of me.

Oh, Da...

I don't know what to do.

Ty wants to kill me,
and the cops...

They won't believe you.

OK.

So, uh...

I can drive us to my
holiday place on the Gold Coast

and, um, from there, we'll...

No.

Evie...

...this is too big.

If I keep running, I...
I've got nothing.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

DALIA: I thought he would know
I needed help.

He'd been following me

and he said
that's what he wanted to do,

help me.

He's a cop and I thought
he'd have his gun.

SHANIKA: Of course you did.
That makes sense.

Bullshit.

DALIA: I was scared.

I couldn't tell anyone else.

My boss, he'd... he'd kill me.

He knew you guys were onto him.

You were, like, on our phones
and had spoken to Hayden.

Who is your boss, Dalia?

Ty Egan.

BARCELOS: And how did Ty
know these things?

DALIA: I don't know for sure...

...but I think he has,

or Theo
or whoever they work for,

they maybe, like...

...have a cop telling them stuff.

They just knew things.

BARCELOS: So, where would Ty go?

BARCELOS: Where would he hide?

I don't know.

He's clever and...

...he never said that much
about himself.

TSUMA: But anything, Dalia,
anything he said.

What he likes? Where he grew up?

He said he has a foster sister.
He trusts her.

BARCELOS: Have you got her name?

Um...

Gloria.

I'm sorry.

I never wanted this.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)