(pensive tones)
- So, Lennie, how's your week been?
Feel like you're making progress?
- Yeah, been a great week.
Yep.
Thanks for asking, Rhonda.
Yeah, I feel like I've, you know, made very good progress.
Out there, enjoying life, and in the sunshine,
making new friends.
Taking time to stop and smell the daisies, you know.
If you know what I mean?
- And what's really going on?
- Everything's shithouse.
(pensive jazzy music)
- Think we're being followed.
- [Lennie] What?
- van, three cars back.
- You're paranoid.
Why would anyone be following us?
Every man and his dog wants a box of old books.
- Could be worth something.
Why else would Rick have it locked up in storage?
(engine rumbling)
(upbeat music)
* Whatever happened to
* The game we used to play made for two *
* And whatever happened to
* That old dance
* We used to do
* When there was something in the air that night *
* There was you all right
* You in disguise
* I could have danced
* Danced all night.
(pensive music)
- It's all in Chinese.
Rick speak Chinese?
- Not as far as I know.
- [Lennie] Hey, where are you going?
- Out.
- You look nice.
- Thanks.
What are those books?
- [Ted] Ah, these are evidence.
- Evidence of what?
- Part of an investigation.
- Why are they here?
- Oh, we can't keep them at Ted's,
his missus isn't all that happy with me.
- [Shannon] Hmm.
- Hey, you, you studied Chinese in school, didn't you?
- No, I did Japanese.
- Oh, yeah, right.
Can you have a look at this?
- You are aware it's a totally different language?
- Yeah.
I think that's the character for shoes.
Ugh.
Why don't you just get a Chinese person to translate them?
- Where are we gonna find a Chinese person?
- Chinatown?
- Oh, yeah.
Fair enough.
(knocking on door)
- Oh.
- Maybe Rick had some offshore business dealings,
put some bribery money into a shoe factory or something?
- Yep, or a foot fetish?
- Fellas.
- [Lennie] What are you doing here?
- We're going to lunch.
- With him? - Uh-huh.
I'll just grab my stuff.
- Sure.
What's this?
- [Lennie] Hey, none of your business.
- Chinese.
What are you guys up to?
- Put it back or you'll be shitting teeth.
- No need to be nasty, Lennie.
I'm about to get in your granddaughter's pants.
We should be mates.
- [Shannon] Ready?
- See you later. - Bye.
- Chinatown?
- You don't seriously drive a Porsche?
- Yeah, why?
- What is it they say?
- What?
- I don't know, men who drive Porsches have small...
- Get in the car.
- Oh, I can't go in this.
What if somebody sees me?
- They'll think you're a cultured lady.
(Shannon laughing)
Comfy? - It's OK.
- Get you a Ferrari next time.
(upbeat music) (tires squealing)
(Shannon cheering)
- OK, I have to admit, this car is a lot of fun.
- Told you, didn't I?
So, listen, what's this about Lennie?
And the books?
- I dunno, something dodgy, knowing him.
- Where's he taking them?
- Down to Chinatown to get them translated.
Can we talk about something else?
- What do you wanna talk about?
We can talk about you.
- Me, let's talk about me.
- All right.
(contemplative jazzy music)
- The thought of that little prick
being with my granddaughter.
- Oh, listen to you.
The caring, sharing Lennie Cahill.
Who knew?
(phone chiming)
Hello, darling.
- Zac's found something interesting.
- Look, can't talk now, love,
in the middle of something here.
- [Marg] With Lennie Cahill?
- What makes you think that?
- G'day, Marg.
How's it going?
- You're with him now?
Ted, you--
- No, no, just--
- Zac thinks he might have found
where our money might've gone.
Why don't you give me a call
when you're prepared to show a little bit of interest.
- Well.
- Women.
(upbeat jazzy music)
- [Ted] You bring that.
- Why me?
- I've got a crook back.
I got shot.
- You ought to do Pilates.
We did it inside.
Good for the core.
(contemplative music)
- [Vince] Well, you must've had
some sort of relationship with him.
- No, growing up, I hardly even knew my grandad.
Mum always used to call him a scumbag loser
who was better off in jail.
- Oh, Lennie seems like such a, sweet old guy.
- He's what they call habitual.
He's actually a great case study.
As a law student, it's pretty interesting
living with someone who has absolutely no respect
for the law whatsoever.
I'm learning a lot about the criminal mind.
Which brings us to you.
- What about me?
- Lennie says you're dodgy.
Thinks you're like a gangster or something.
- You know what, Australians are so racist.
If you're Italian and successful in this country,
everyone just automatically assumes
you're in the mafia or something.
- So you're a gangster?
- Wanna see my gun?
- Can I ask you something? - I dunno, can you?
- Is the only reason you're chasing me
is so you can piss off my grandad?
- Are you only letting me chase you
just to piss off your grandad?
- [Shannon] I asked you first.
- I really like you, Shannon.
A lot.
It's got nothing to do with Lennie, believe me.
He's the last thing on my mind when I think about you.
- [Shannon] Is there an echo in here?
- You all right?
- Oh, I'm just,
just think I better slow down on the champagne.
(discordant music)
- Maybe we should, ah, order some food.
- Oh, my God, this glass. - What?
- So circular. - Come here.
Come here.
(Shannon coughing)
Have you taken something?
- [Shannon] Everything's just, ah, feeling a bit...
- What?
What? - A bit...
- what?
What?
- Oh, my God, my hands.
My hands.
- What's that on your finger? - It's from those books.
- The Chinese book?
- I am feeling really strange.
- You know what, stay here, all right?
I'm just gonna go and get you something
for your blood sugar.
Stay here.
Don't move.
Right? - Huh?
Come on.
Reece?
Yeah, listen.
No, listen, shut up, all right?
I need you to go to Chinatown
and track down a blue Commodore with a dinged-up front end.
- Oh.
No.
- All right, listen, call Sergio, all right?
Get his car.
Yeah, it's built in...
Shannon!
Shannon.
(pensive music)
- These are accounts for an export business in Shanghai.
- What sort of export, Mr. Zhua?
- Shoes.
- Is that some sort of code?
- Do those, um, columns and figures,
do they mean money coming and going?
- Pig leather in, insoles in, heels in.
Shipment of shoes out.
- You sure that's all it says?
- Just accounts from a shoe factory.
- So they're worthless?
- Yes, worthless.
How many do you have?
- Ah, 10.
- I give you $50 for the lot.
- Thought you said they were worthless?
They come from a factory near where I grew up.
They have some small sentimental value.
- No, I think we'll shop around.
Thanks for your help, Mr Zhua.
- $60.
My final offer.
- $100?
- $100.
- We'll get back to you.
(people clamoring)
There's something valuable about them.
- Well, I don't reckon Rick was running a racket
in ladies shoes.
- What do you think?
Guns?
Drugs?
- Yeah, maybe.
Either, both.
So how do the books fit into it?
Is it a key to dates, names, places?
- Dunno.
- Oi! (upbeat rock music)
(people exclaiming)
Lie down.
Stay down!
(Ted grunting) (people clamoring)
Come on!
- You come on!
(engine revving)
Shit.
(Ted and Lennie gasping)
Shit.
(Lennie moaning)
How's your back?
Rooted?
- Who's idea, was it, to leave the books in the boot?
- [Lennie] I got one.
- [Ted] I think I've done a hammy.
- I'm not going with you, you drugged me,
Lennie's right--
- Shannon, get in the car. - You're not to be trusted.
- Hey!
Everything all right here?
- It's fine, she's just had too much to drink.
- You sure that's all?
She looks pretty spaced out to me.
- Yeah, she just doesn't like this car too much.
- Is that right, miss?
Miss?
You don't like the car?
- Yeah.
Stupid car.
- Well, if you feel unsafe, you can come with me.
- No, I'm good.
I just need to lie down and, I'll be good.
- Thanks a lot.
- [Officer] Seatbelts!
(punches pounding)
- Left, right, kick.
High.
Lower.
Flat.
Here you go, one more.
Lower.
Last one.
Nice.
- Thanks.
(dog barking in distance)
- [Vince] Hey, look, do you want a cup of tea?
- Huh?
- [Vince] Do you want a cup of tea
or some water or something?
- Not from you.
- Come on, Shannon.
I brought you home like you asked.
- No. - All right.
Hey?
I'll get you a glass of water--
- No, no, no, it's alive, get it off me!
- Shannon, relax mate!
- Get it off me, get it off me!
(Vince grunting)
- [Vince] Shit!
- Get out of here.
- You're dead.
Hey, you OK?
- Can you just, stop going like...
- How can there be drugs in them?
- I'm telling you, I remember the drug squad boys telling me
one of the ways they get the drugs
into the country these days, they infuse with a solution,
clothing and paper and so on, to get it past customs.
- What sort of drugs are we talking?
- Could be anything.
Could be heroin, cocaine.
Ice.
- [Lennie] Shit.
- And I'm standing at the gates of eternity
and space and time are the same thing.
And everything centers around this.
This thing here.
Do you know what I'm saying?
- LSD? - LSD.
You know, Lennie, I remember Shannon licking her fingers
when she turned the pages of the book.
Could be how she ingested it.
- I'm in deep shit, Lennie.
I thought Vince was trying to hurt her and,
I think I broke his nose.
- You did the right thing, mate.
Hello, Shannon.
How are you feeling?
- Do you think Vince put something in my drink?
- I think that's exactly what he did.
- [Shannon] He seemed so nice.
- Never trust a bloke who drives a Porsche.
(Shannon laughing)
- Old people can be so beautiful.
- Welcome to the '60s.
- I reckon there could be half a million
tied up in LSD in those books.
And someone knew that.
- Yeah, that Mr. Zhua, that bloke in Chinatown,
he knew, I reckon.
- Didn't have time to organize it.
It was two minutes walk to the car, max.
Besides, how would he know what my car looked like?
- What, you expect me to believe
it's some sort of coincidence?
Mate!
(punches pounding) (both grunting)
(bluesy music)
(tires squealing)
(door rattling)
(Ted grunting)
- The books?
Where are the books?
- [Lennie] What books?
- You have 10 ledger books.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
(stick popping)
- [Lennie] Ouch!
- Where are they?
- [Lennie] Nicked from his car.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
(stick popping) - Oh, ouch!
We don't have them anymore.
His fault, left them in the car.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
(stick popping) - Ow!
- When will we get them back?
Huh?
- [Lennie] When we find out who took them.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
- [Lennie] Ow!
It's his turn.
Whack him.
- [Man] OK. - What?
(Man speaking in foreign language)
(stick popping) - Ow.
Stop it.
- We want those books back.
Otherwise we kill you.
- [Ted] OK.
Soon.
Today!
- You've got till five o'clock.
We know where you live.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
(both groaning)
- [Lennie] Oh, that, hurt.
Oh, man.
- Senior Sergeant Andrew Muir.
- Oh, no, it's the Feds.
Let's go.
- Watch the back!
Bloody tender.
- OK, all right.
- So what did the aR Triads show to you?
- Oh, they asked us if we could help them
form a church choir.
- Shut up.
- Or maybe it was a jazz combo, can't remember.
- Are you arresting us?
- We've been watching Rick Duncan's lock-up for weeks.
Where are those books?
- Don't have them.
- Wait, are you the ones that've been following us
from the beginning?
- Ever since you took the box.
- So where were you in Chinatown?
- Why?
- Why didn't you stop that prick
taking the books out of my car?
- What are you talking about?
- Oh, I see what it was.
You were on the duck pancakes.
You know, in my squad,
it was a sackable offense to abandon a stake-out.
- Yeah, well, you don't have a squad anymore, McCabe.
Who's got the books?
- We don't know!
- We just took a flogging for 'em.
- We have video evidence
of you breaking into the storage unit
and taking those books.
Now, we want them back,
or you two dumb pricks are gonna take the fall over it.
Understood?
- This day just gets better and better.
- OK, wait a minute, let...
Fair enough.
We will get the books to you this afternoon.
- Hey? - Five o'clock.
- Where?
- At his joint.
- OK, five o'clock.
- At my place?
Yeah, that's a really good idea, let's all go to my place.
Hey, I want a lift, I'm not walking back.
- [Man] Take a cab.
You want the books-- - Give us a ride.
- [Lennie] You give us a lift.
- [Ted] Thank you very much.
(mellow jazzy music)
- Take Shannon to the pictures for me, would you, Jase?
- I don't think she's up for a movie.
- [Lennie] Well, take her to the pub, then.
I just don't want her here at five o'clock.
- Why? - I've got visitors coming.
They're not her sort.
Now, you gotta trust me on this, what time do you make it?
- Its a quarter to two.
- Oh, I've got a parole meeting in 15 minutes.
Just get her out of here, right?
(police radio chattering)
- There was an iron cross tattoo, looked like a prison job.
Could we just look at parolees?
- [Woman] If Dwyer catches me doing this.
- Yeah, well, you just tell him I had you at gunpoint.
- Yeah, you know I will.
- No, let's just look at backs of necks.
No.
No, oh, wait.
Let's see his face.
That's him.
- Reece Llewellyn Spencer, standover, assault, GBH, drugs.
- He's a nasty piece of work.
Known associates?
Vince bloody Pelagatti.
- What's your interest with him?
- Well, let's just say we have some history.
- Ted.
You trained me and I owe you a lot
but that doesn't give you license to treat me like a fool.
What's going on here?
- What are you doing at five o'clock?
- Hey, Rhonda.
I'm here for my appointment.
- [Rhonda] You had an appointment.
You missed it.
- What, I'm here.
Why can't we have the session now?
- Your appointment was half an hour ago.
- Where does that leave me?
- Your lack of attendance will be noted
in my report to the parole board.
- Why can't we have a meeting now?
I can walk next to you.
You know that can count towards my parole obligations.
- I am on my lunch break.
- How's the dog?
Jazzy boy?
You know, been a good boy?
- Look, I was going to talk to you about this
in our next meeting.
It is not appropriate for you to give any kind of gifts
to a parole officer.
- Oh, I didn't realize.
Do you want me to take him back?
- Well...
- I mean, if it's inappropriate, I should take him back.
- OK, the dog needs a good home.
- I can find him a good home - You are in no position to--
- All right.
Against my better judgment, I am prepared to reschedule
for same time tomorrow,
but this is not the first time, Lennie.
You screw up again, and it's serious.
(engine rumbling)
- How are you feeling?
- I've just got, the driest mouth.
And I've got this really weird memory.
I saw you floating across the room
and kicking Vince in the head.
I was, ah,
I was in a car and then at a restaurant.
It's all coming back to me.
Lunch with Vince, spinning out,
a cop, and then, and then we were talking about Vince.
Lennie warned me about Vince.
Bloody Vince.
Do you think, I could get a tea or something?
- Yeah, I'll just be a sec.
- Ah, peppermint. - OK.
(pensive music)
- No-one home. - Lennie, how do we know
if Vince has even got the books in there?
- I'll pop in and take a look.
- Wait, wait!
Here, take the spare.
I'll text you if anyone's coming.
- I'll be in and out like a trout.
- In and out like a trout.
- I was able to trace the malware code
through a darknet blog.
This guy's good but not quite good enough.
His fingerprints are everywhere.
- So, I'm assuming not his actual fingerprints?
What's that?
- [Zac] That's where your money was hacked from.
- The actual place? - Yes.
- A fruit shop?
- [Zac] That name's misleading.
- You're amazing.
- Sometimes.
What now?
- Well, we need to get hold of Ted and go over there.
(phone chiming)
- Hey, Marg.
- Fantastic news, Ted.
Zac has traced our cyberthief to an address in Bankstown.
- Well, that's good.
What sort of place is it?
- Well, it's a fruit shop, of all things.
- Probably a front.
Look, when I get home,
we'll sit down and make a plan of attack.
I think it's probably time
we got the fraudies back involved.
- Fraudies?
No, I think we've already established how terrific they are.
- That's a bit unfair, Marg.
Very under-resourced.
Now that we've got an address...
Shit!
Gotta go, love.
- No, don't hang up on me!
(pensive music)
(keys rattling)
- Oh.
(Vince groaning)
(phone buzzing)
- He is so rude.
Why on Earth does he think he can hang up on me like that?
- [Zac] I don't have an answer to that question.
- You know what, Zac?
- No?
What?
- You get your jacket.
We're gonna go for a drive out to Bankstown.
- [Shannon] I'll just be a sec.
(doorbell chiming)
- Hey.
- You put something in my drink, asshole.
- Whoa, whoa, hang on.
- What, you could do anything you like to me
while I was out of it?
- Just a second.
All right?
Let's go inside and talk about this.
- I'm not that stupid.
- All right, you're a lawyer.
Can I say something in my defense?
Yes, you were drugged but I didn't do it.
- Oh really, who did then?
- I wasn't gonna say, but it was Lennie.
- [Shannon] Bullshit.
- know those Chinese books he had?
I realized later that all the pages had been dipped in LSD.
- What are you talking about?
- I think Lennie is dealing drugs out of your flat,
that's what I'm talking about.
Look, it's obvious Lennie doesn't like me very much,
probably because I'm Italian,
and I think he did this to ruin our lunch date.
- He said that you spiked my drink.
- What, and you believe him?
What is it your mum called him?
A scumbag liar.
- Loser.
She called him a scumbag loser.
- Right.
Come on, come inside.
I'll pay for the cab.
(gate banging)
Welcome to the palace.
- [Shannon] Wow.
- Have a seat.
(sultry music)
Virgin Mary.
Totally healthy.
Didn't think you'd be up to drinking vodka.
- [Shannon] Yes, thank you.
- Feeling OK?
- Mmm.
I've definitely calmed down a bit.
My God, what a crazy day.
- Yeah, that's an understatement.
- Hey, Vince, I'm sorry.
- [Shannon] What for?
- I guess I misjudged you.
I'm probably as guilty of prejudice as everyone else.
- Yeah.
You're a racist.
(Shannon chuckling)
(Shannon exclaiming)
- What?
You all right?
- Ah.. - You OK?
Is it this stupid thing on my nose?
- I just, ah, I think I've,
I think I've started tripping again.
- Do you wanna go upstairs and lie down?
I'll give you a massage.
Yeah?
(doorbell chiming)
Just stay here, all right?
Yeah.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Those books were dipped in acid,
they're part of the Sterling Nickle investigation,
your boyfriend got one of his mates to steal them.
I'm tellin' ya, he's a gangster, a drug dealer.
- That's crap.
- How many times do I have to tell you, Shannon,
your boyfriend, Vince, is dodgy.
- The only dodgy one around here is you.
- [Vince] Mate, your timing is shithouse.
- You told me to come now.
- [Vince] Just give me the books and piss off.
Thanks.
- [Shannon] What are those books?
- What are you doing?
- Um, who was that?
- [Vince] Just my accountant, dropping off some files.
- [Shannon] Files?
- [Vince] Yeah, boring books, tax stuff.
Let's go upstairs.
- I think I'll pass.
I just...
- Thought you wanted to have a lie down?
I was gonna give you a massage.
- My back's fine.
- [Vince] You OK?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm just,
I'm actually feeling a bit tired.
Maybe I'll head home.
- Is it something I said?
- No, just, I don't know, it's been a crazy day.
Maybe you could give me a lift?
- Sure.
All right, let's go.
- What took you so long?
- They're coming out.
- Well, at least you got the books.
Where are they going?
- Shannon's.
- To her place?
- Oh, bad idea.
- That's a shit idea.
(pensive music)
- [Marg] Just looks like a normal fruit shop.
- Jack the Ripper probably looked pretty normal too.
(phone ringing)
- Ted?
- [Ted] Hello, Marg.
- Finally found the time to call me back.
- I'm sorry, Marg, it's been a hell of a day,
I just wanted to say, are you not at home?
- That's why it's called a mobile.
Suppose you're with Lennie Cahill again?
- Look, I- - Great, what do you want?
- Look away.
I'm sorry for hanging up before, OK?
- [Marg] Yes.
Rude.
- [Ted] Where are you?
- Bankstown.
Zac and I are looking at the place that I told you about.
Must say, doesn't really look like the Evil Empire.
- Marg, do not go inside there.
I forbid you to go in without me.
Could be highly dangerous.
- Tell him to take a chill pill.
- What was that?
- [Marg] Oh, it's Zac,
he's telling you to take a chill pill.
Gotta go.
Bye.
- Got a whole box of chill pills here if you want.
- Shut up.
(suspenseful music)
- Can I help you with something?
- Are you the fruitologist?
- Yeah, mate, what are you after?
- Like to spend time on the computer?
- I'm not sure what you're after.
- Let's just say, I know what's going on here.
- Don't mind him, it's just his manner.
We should go.
- We know why you're here.
- You want your money?
- Where is it?
What have you done with it?
- We spent it on our family.
- We've got kids to feed.
- What?
That is no justification!
- Well, why should you have it?
- Yeah, you guys, you're just too greedy.
- How dare you!
You steal all our money and you tell us that we're greedy!
- We haven't taken anything.
We've just kept what's ours.
- You have hacked into our account
and you have stolen our life savings.
- Hacked?
What does that mean?
- You guys aren't actually hackers, are you?
- What are you talking about, mate?
- Did you or did you not steal money from this lady
using a malware program called Dark Waiter?
- Are you from the tax office?
- The tax office?
- So you're not here about that?
(Zac scoffing)
- OK, this is actually pretty funny.
It was so obvious.
A hotspot.
- A what?
- Your computer's been turned into a drone.
Someone has remotely commandeered it
and is using it to hack into other computers, like hers.
OK, I've shut down the malware program.
I'll install some protective software
and also I've updated your accounting software.
Let's just say that if the tax office does come,
they won't find anything here.
- Where is it? - What?
- The box.
- [Andy] What do you mean?
- Where the hell is the box of books?
- I dropped it off to you, that's the last time I saw it.
- It's not at the house, so where is it?
- [Andy] I don't know, Vince.
I haven't touched it, I swear to God.
- So what, you're trying to tell me
that someone broke into my house?
Is that seriously what you're trying to tell me?
- [Gary] If the box isn't there, then I don't know, mate.
- Did anyone follow you to the house?
- [Gary] No!
- Did anyone see you lift the box from the car in Chinatown?
- [Gary] No.
Not really.
- Not really, what do you mean, not really?
- [Gary] Well, a couple of old guys kinda saw me,
but I gave them the slip, no problems.
- You are a special kind of moron, you know that?
- Why, what did I do?
- Shut up.
Meet me at Lennie's, now.
(pensive music)
(tires squealing) (van door rattling)
- You can't be here.
- [Shannon] I am here.
It's where I live.
- [Lennie] Look, bad things are gonna happen.
I gotta get you outta here.
- What bad things?
- Can we talk somewhere else?
- No, you tell me now. - Actually, it's too late.
- Argh!
- [Shannon] Lennie, what's going on?
- Nothin'.
It'll be fine.
(door banging)
- Whoa!
Ah.
OK, we've got your books.
We're all square.
Just take them and leave.
(Man speaking in foreign language)
- There's one missing.
There's meant to be 10.
I want that book.
Huh?
Where is it?
Give me that book.
Or I kill her.
- No, you won't.
- I blow your head off!
- [Lennie] OK, calm down, I'll get your book.
- Drop the weapon!
(Ted grunting)
Drop the weapon!
- [Woman] Down on the floor, now!
- Hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy.
- Drop it! - Drop the weapon!
- Now! - Drop it now!
- Put it on the floor. - Face on the floor!
Get it on the floor. - Drop it!
- I'm gonna kill him!
- [Woman] On the floor drop it on the floor now!
Get it on the floor!
- Everyone, shut up!
Calm down!
- Oh, whoa!
- Whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
OK, OK.
Just, relax, mate.
No threat here, all right?
What's going on?
Holy shit!
All right, I got no business here apart from,
I'm just gonna take these books.
(all shouting) - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Put your hands in the air, everyone!
Get your hands in the air.
Hands in the air!
Hands in the air, everyone.
Where's the books?
Huh?
Where's...
- This is our bust.
You guys can piss off.
- That's not gonna happen mate.
We've been tracking these for six months.
- It's not your jurisdiction.
You come late.
We were here first.
- Mate, it's not gonna happen. - Forget it, Dwyer.
You're out-gunned and out-muscled.
- [Dwyer] Oh, yeah.
You fairy cops in your fancy dress!
- [Man] OK, everyone.
Everyone here is gonna put their hands up.
- What are you doing?
Nick off, you clown!
(bright rock guitar music)
What are you doing?
- I feel like a daisy.
I feel like a daisy!
- Back off, mate.
I tell ya, I'll put a bullet through you!
- Hey! - Back off!
- Hey!
* We are the soul
- Drop the weapon now! - Put the weapon down, now!
- Drop the weapon! (Shannon screaming)
- Stay down - You are an asshole!
- Stay down. - Get off me!
Get off me! - Get down!
(gunfire booming)
Don't worry.
We'll, We'll get that door fixed.
(slap smacking) Ow!
Jeez!
(melancholy music)
- [Woman] Hey!
- Wait up, hey, wait!
That's our evidence for our operation!
- Your operation nearly got everyone killed.
We're taking those bastards in
and the evidence stays with us.
- Well, my department will be speaking to your department.
That's a promise!
- [Dwyer] Bring it on.
- I'm over it.
Sick of being nearly killed for my share in a robbery
that happened over 12 years ago.
- What?
- Yeah, I'm done with this crap.
What's the point in chasing something
that ends up wrecking your life?
- You know, Lennie, sometimes you amaze me.
- See you round.
- Yeah.
OK.
- [Vince] Woo!
Woo!
- [Officer] Get on the ground or you're gonna be tasered!
(Vince maniacally cheering)
- Get down. - Go taser.
Taser, Taser, Taser!
(Taser crackling)
(door banging) - Marg?
Oh, good, good.
You're OK, then.
- Nice of you to check back in.
- Sorry, Marg.
It's been a hell of a day.
So what happened in Bankstown?
- We're no closer to recovering our money,
if that's what your asking.
Plenty of free vegetables, though.
- Well, you're all right.
That's the main thing.
I'm sorry, Marg.
- You're always sorry, Ted.
Point is, what are you gonna do about it?
- You know how important this is to me, this investigation.
If I, If I don't follow through with this, what's the point?
- Yes, you've said that before.
But what is the point in chasing something
that's ruining your whole life in the process?
I'm not getting any younger, Ted.
We're meant to be enjoying this time of our lives.
- That's funny.
That reminds me of something Lennie Cahill just said.
- What?
- He's lying, as usual.
That bloody tenth book.
(distant horns honking)
- $50,000. - Hold it right there.
- [Lennie] Back off, Ted.
- You're not selling that.
- [Lennie] Mate, it's got nothing to do with you.
(Lennie grunting)
- [Ted] What do you think you're doing?
- What do you expect, getting my money.
- That's not your money.
It's drug money.
It's dirty money!
- He's offering me $50,000.
You'll never clap eyes on me again.
- You scumbag.
I lost everything I worked for for 40 years,
but I would never stoop to anything as low as that.
- No!
(Lennie grunting) (water splashing)
(somber music)
- You of all people.
Your daughter dies of an overdose
and here you are trying to sell drugs.
You're the lowest of the low, Cahill.
You make me sick!
- I've realized that all I've ever done,
is look after myself.
And what have I got to show for it?
My granddaughter hates me.
I've pissed all over the memory of my only child.
I'm broke.
And I'm absolutely bloody miserable, if you must ask.
- Well, it probably doesn't feel like it, Lennie,
but that is actually progress.
- Progress?
It doesn't feel like progress.
- Well, sometimes you just gotta go backwards
before you can go forwards.
Accept your mistakes.
Understand, what you've done,
before you can even start to change.
Before you can actually really,
relate to the people that are important to you.
- That right? - Yep.
And I know that, because I have been there myself.
- [Lennie] I wouldn't have picked you for that.
(Lennie chuckling)
- What?
- You know something ridiculous?
Right now, Rhonda, you might be the,
best friend that I've got.
- Well, you're right, Lennie.
That is ridiculous.
(dramatic music)