(thuds) (grunts)
- Strike, strike! (crowd cheering)
(thuds)
- I used to raid these joints all the time.
- Pretend you're not with me then.
- Always do. (dark moody music)
(grunts)
(crowd yelling)
(grunts)
- [Lennie] Give it to him!
(bell rings)
- [Ted] Stitch!
- Teddy, how are ya?
- You seen Mickey around? - Yeah.
- How's retirement treating you?
- I didn't bloody retire.
- I know how you feel.
(moody music) (bell rings)
(thuds) (grunts)
- Thrust it into him!
- Mickey!
Mickey!
- Hey, Teddy! (laughs)
- Mickey. (laughs)
- [Mickey] How are you, mate?
(thuds) (grunts)
- Go Sami!
- Oi. - Come on!
- That's Dave Granger, the promoter.
- Ah yes. - He puts the cards together.
- Come on, move!
(thuds)
(cheering)
(bell rings)
- Well, that was a waste of bloody Vaseline.
- Yeah.
Hey, listen, Mickey. - Yeah?
- Is there any there any chance,
when you're back on the streets,
that you knew at Gabriel O'Day?
- GOD!
There's a blast from the past.
He fell off the face of the earth.
- Yeah, that's cause he was driving a florist van
12 years ago on an armed rob.
Got himself shot.
- O'Day? - Yeah.
Drivin', nah, he was off with the pixies.
- Ya kiddin'! - No.
- Any chance you might have a photo of this O'Day?
- Possible.
Look, swing by tomorrow and I'll see what I can dig up.
- Yeah, all right mate. - All right.
Good fight.
(crowd cheering)
- My man woulda finished this bloke!
- And who the hell are you?
- Jason "The Bomb" Dhurkay.
- The Bomb?
Get outta here, kid.
- What are you doing?
- I'm just trying to get a fight.
- Yeah, it was a good fight.
- Ooh, wouldn't be illegal if Vince Pelagatti wasn't here.
- Well, let me call you.
(man yelling)
(low ominous music)
(thwacks) (grunts)
- Hey, hey mate!
Hey!
(upbeat instrumental music)
* Whatever happened to
* That game we used to play made for two *
* Whatever happened to
* That old dance we
* Used to do
* There was something in the air that night *
* It was you alright you in disguise *
* I could have danced danced all night *
(kettle whistles)
- [Man] You're out of milk.
- I wonder why.
- I like my cereal soggy.
You should get a two liter bottle, there was barely enough.
- There was plenty for me.
- Good morning.
- Is it?
- Rude.
- [Lennie] I dunno why it has to be so early.
I'm not an early morning person.
- [Ted] Early bird gets the worm.
- [Lennie] Well, he can keep it.
I hate worms.
I like to sleep in. (door bell rings)
- Mickey reckons he might have a photo of this GOD,
AKA the florist and you're the only one that can ID him.
- So you're trained this Mickey bloke before?
- I taught him everything I know.
- Can't imagine that took too long.
(doorbell rings)
- Ted. - Tess.
Is Mickey home, he's expecting us.
- Come in. - Thank you.
- Thank you very much.
- Ted, Mickey didn't come home last night.
- Is that unusual?
- Maybe he tied one on?
- Who's this?
- Sorry, Tess. - Lennie Cahill.
- He's an associate.
- Ted, the truth is that Mickey goes out on benders
on fight nights.
I know he gave up the grog when he went to the mission
but he just keeps falling off the wagon.
- [Ted] Which mission?
- [Tess] I don't know, there was that many.
- Look Tess,
Mickey said that maybe we could have a squiz
at some of his old photos.
- Oh yeah, sure!
Knock yourself out!
(car engine whirring)
(ominous music)
- Ah look, let's see if those are any good to you.
- [Ted] I'm not worried about Mickey, I'm just concerned.
I want to find him.
- [Lennie] So Mickey's a piss head. People do drink, Ted.
It's been going on for a while.
- [Ted] Shh!
(phone rings)
There's his phone.
Must be sleeping it off out the back.
(phone rings)
Mickey!
What a mess. (phone rings)
Something's happened to Mickey.
- [Mickey] Good day, this is Mickey, leave a message.
(ominous music)
- Hey Ted.
- [Cath] We're still waiting on the doc
for the bloodstain estimates.
- And a lot of blood. - Yeah.
- He was,
he was 15 when he first walked into the PCYC, Mickey.
In and out of juvie, a broken home.
I gave him a pair of gloves and the locker
and a chance to turn his life around.
- These underground fights, Ted, dodgy is.
Unregistered, unofficial.
Turn over, 50, 100 grand a night, some of them.
There's motive right there.
- Oh.
What's he doing here?
- [Cath] He's come to tear you a new one by the looks.
- Dwyer, didn't recognize you without the desk.
- On the wrong side of the tape, aren't you McCabe?
- We've got a trail leading out to the laneway boss.
Looks like they took the body away, cover their tracks.
- Left the weapon by the door.
(sighs)
- Let the people with the badges do our jobs, aye?
Cath, show him out. - Yeah.
- Scouted around, there's no sign of his car.
Maybe contact the RTA.
- Yeah, got someone on it.
So, what you get any feelings for Mickey
being in some sort of trouble?
Money, drugs, bit a fluff on the side?
- No, nothing I know of.
- And Mickey tell you if he was?
- He was like a son to me, this boy, Cath.
- So that'd be a no then.
Hey, you watch your back with Dwyer, Ted.
He's got eyes on you.
(moody music)
- [Man] Len.
- What are you up to there, Gas?
- Authentic historical Cream memorabilia.
Online shopping.
All you have to do is pop it in a glass case, huge markup.
Like taking candy from a baby.
- A baby shouldn't be eating candy anyway.
Thanks.
- What do you know bloke that kid's talking to?
- Dave Granger.
They call him Grave Danger.
Runs the book on the undergrounds.
Hey Len, what do you reckon the bullet
that killed Ned Kelly would be worth?
- Not much, considering he died from hanging.
- Yeah well, it's one of the ones that shot him.
And tell Jason he's on the clock.
I don't pay him to take meetings.
- Gonna introduce us to your friends?
Good fight last night, mate.
- This is a Lenny Cahill.
- Do I call you Dave or Grave?
- Wait till you've seen the till.
- Dave's offered me a fight.
- There's a slot on tonight's card that's opened up.
- How much?
- [Dave] Grand in the hand.
- Well, my boy doesn't get in the ring for under two.
(laughs)
- Your boy doesn't get in the ring full stop.
He's never even had a fight.
- Makes him undefeated.
- Not for long.
- Is this who you're up against?
Make it three.
- Just forget it.
- One and a half.
- All right, I'll double it if you're the last man standing.
No ref, no points, no judges.
You fight to your drop
and I want you to keep this between us.
I don't want the coppers to get wind of it.
- Hey Dave, is that your beast out there, the red one?
- Yeah, just bought it.
- Housewife's car, aye.
Good for shopping and stuff.
- Yeah, but you couldn't buy a car like that.
- What about a cut man?
Must have heard about Mickey having disappeared.
- I hadn't heard that.
- Oh yeah, his wife, Tess, she's really worried.
Do you know her?
Nice lass, looker.
- I'll make sure that there's someone for you ringside.
- Hey Sami, really enjoyed our chat, mate.
And people say the art of good conversation's dead.
- What are you doing to me?
- I just got your purse prize up 500 bucks.
- I'm going to need to spend it on medical bills
if you keep pissing off Sami Farha.
- This kickboxing caper, you any good at it?
(plucky instrumental music)
- I'll catch up in chambers.
I guess it's like a second home for.
- You said you liked it.
- It's beautiful.
A little over the top, maybe.
Look, Vince, we had one date
and it didn't exactly go that well.
- Doesn't mean you go and hock the birthday gift I gave you.
- How did you even find it?
- My cousin owns the pawn shop.
- Right, what are the odds?
- Pretty good, actually.
Got a lot of cousins.
Look, I bought it for you twice now.
- I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful.
- How much you get for it? - $50.
Oh, I had to buy new legal book for uni.
- That's really romantic.
- That's just it.
Like, expensive jewelry
isn't gonna make me fall into bed with you.
- What, legal books will?
- Vince,
I don't think us getting involved is a good idea.
- 'Cause of Jason?
- No, because of your career choice.
I'm an intern with one of the top barristers in the state.
Now I really have to go.
- Shannon, I don't want to argue.
I'm a lover not a fighter.
Unlike your little mate.
You heard?
- Just think about it.
I talked to Mickey about Gabriel O'Day
and next thing you know Mickey's been stabbed.
That's some coincidence.
What about this one?
Is that the florist?
- Nope.
It's like looking for a needle in haystack.
If there is a needle.
- If we can establish some connection
with O'Day, maybe we can find who killed Mickey.
- Hey, good one, champ!
That's it, Jas!
- How about that, is that him?
- No.
Whoa, hang on.
Do you always have this haircut?
- Try and focus, this is a murder investigation.
- Do you always have a copper haircut?
Aye?
- Who does your hair?
- I cut it myself.
- I rest my case.
(thuds)
- Oh nice one, champ.
You got a kick like a mule.
- And where are we at with my hoodie?
- Oh, wheels in motion.
- You gave them the correct spelling on "Da Bomb", right?
- It's the wrong spelling.
- Yeah, it's "the" not "da".
- You want your 15%, it's "da".
- Hey, look at this, look at this.
Look at that mural, there.
It's the same artwork is on the Christmas card.
(moody music)
- [Lennie] Where is that?
(vacuum whirring)
- So Zac,
this black hats IP address is in Chiang Mai Thailand
but he's using multiple hot points and an old.
- Hey, Margaret don't talk IT.
It's like listening to old people talk about the sex.
- You expect me to track the computer hacker
who's stolen a super without discussing computer hacking?
- Or sex.
Its' better for everyone this way.
His last connection to your PC was three days ago.
I'm seeing if he'll respond to a little fishing expedition.
- You mean like a booby trap?
- I've dangled a dummy document in your hard drive.
If he takes the bait
we'll be able to compromise him, gain webcam access.
- As in actually see who this black hat is.
(phone rings)
- Cath Khoury.
- [Ted] Cath, it's me.
Any news on the car?
- Yeah, we've got Mickey's car on the Eastern distributor.
Lanco tunnel M2 and the M7.
- It's the ass end of nowhere out there.
Probably been torched on a back lot on Shelby.
- I'll keep looking. - Send me a copy.
- It's not exactly kosher.
- [Ted] Good on you, Cath.
I owe you one.
(ominous music)
Sacre Coeur.
- Anything from the RTA?
- Yeah, we got him traveling the westbound tollway.
Looks like he got on at Wentworth Avenue
and probably off at the Great Western Highway
but we're still waiting on some CCTV.
- [Dwyer] Any sign of Mickey Rowe in the car?
- [Cath] No.
- Pissing into the wind, looks like, Cath.
Might be one for the back burner, this.
- You sure?
- Bigger fish.
- [Shannon] This your idea, is it?
- [Lennie] That's me!
- I'm sure your parole officer
will get a real kick out of it.
- This is Jason's idea, I'm just supporting the kid's dream.
- And taking your 10%? - 15.
- What if he gets hurt?
- I've seen him train, he's not half bad.
- Well, that's a ringing endorsement.
- Want to see the robe?
Impressive.
- Not grammatically.
- He'll like it.
You coming?
(plucky music)
Ready champ?
You coming?
- I might wait here, I'm not good with blood sports.
- But you wanted to come
because you were worried about him getting hurt.
- I am, I just rather not watch.
- Okay.
- Good luck Jace.
(car doors clacking)
(sighs)
- Hey, Jason?
Good luck out there, aye?
(moody music) - Let's go.
You can do it, yeah!
Come on, Da Bomb!
Come on, mate! (crowd cheering)
You can do it, yeah, come on Da Bomb!
Yeah!
- [Woman] Go Da Bomb!
- Bev, did you know Mickey Rowe?
- Yeah, that was Christmas lunch.
10, 15 years ago.
- Yeah, my wife and I used to have Mickey over for Christmas
and we sort of lost touch for a while, you know.
- This was taken right here.
- Mickey and Gabriel O'Day did they know each other?
- Oh, Gabriel used to flog these down at Central.
Long time ago now.
He and Mickey came through the same time.
A couple of lost souls fallen through the cracks.
Trying to get back on their feet.
Then Gabriel just stopped showing up.
There's something you might want to see, Mr. McCabe.
Something GOD left behind.
(bell rings) (crowd cheers)
(thuds) (grunts)
- He wasn't ready!
Get in there, Jace, get on him!
(thuds)
Come on mate, get up!
Come on, Jace!
(suspenseful music)
Come on, come on mate, you can do it!
- I kept hoping he'd come back for it.
Gabriel had a gift.
(suspenseful music) (crowd cheering)
(grunts) (thuds)
- Ah!
- Not too fast, Sami.
(crowd yelling)
(grunts) (thuds)
- Oh no!
Come on mate, get in there!
(thuds) (grunts)
Yeah!
How bout that!
(somber instrumental music)
(crowd jeering)
(bell rings)
(heavy breathing)
Fair to get the old job back Stitch, aye, now Mickey's gone?
Any idea what happened to him?
- Maybe he rubbed somebody up the wrong way.
Wouldn't be the first time.
- Shannon!
I won, did you see me?
- Right roundhouse kick, kid.
- I'll take that.
- Sami gonna be all right, Dave?
- Ah, yeah, seen him down at Vinnie's.
Couple scans, see if he's got a brain.
Right, next fight, "The Cobra", big money.
- How big?
(Dave laughs)
- 25550 for you.
450 for me.
- That's your rent.
- Doesn't matter if you spell fishing
with an F or a PH, it's still boring.
- He'll bite.
Don't tell Chuckles, but I'm getting a refill.
- You just called my husband Chuckles.
- Still can't believe I put Slammin' Sami in hospital.
- You must be so proud.
(plucky instrumental music)
(car engine whirring)
- [Jason] You gettin' in?
- What's with you, Catholic got the cream?
- What can I say, when you're right, you're right.
- You know, gloating is a very unattractive quality.
- So is losing.
- And just exactly what have you won?
- Everything.
The fight, finding Mickey's killer.
- What do you know?
- Kid won on a KO. (grunts)
And who do you think was training him?
Yours truly.
- What do you know about Mickey?
- Ah, well that is biblical.
Old as Moses.
Yesterday I saw a red girly car with fluffy dice
skulking out of Mickey's garage.
Belongs to Dave Granger.
- What's his car doing in Mickey's garage?
- And what's Mickey's wife doing in Dave's car last night?
- So you think they? - Oh yeah.
The old how's your father.
- So you think Tess or Dave knocked off Mickey?
- Or both, they could have been in it together.
Takes a big man to admit he's wrong.
- I'm not admitting I'm wrong.
- You're saying you're a small man.
I'm just saying that on this occasion,
you may be more right than I'm right.
- That's a very good start.
What's that?
- Gabriel O'Day's sketchbook.
A volunteer had been looking after this all those years.
She confirmed that O'Day and Mickey knew each other.
They had a history.
So maybe Mickey was some kind of a loose end.
- It's a domestic.
Let's just go and see Dave Granger and grill him.
You know I'm right.
- Do I?
- Look what I found.
GOD's self portrait.
(foreboding music)
It's him, isn't it?
- That's not the florist.
- Take a closer look.
It's been 12 years.
- I'm telling you, that's not him.
- The florist handpicked this guy, Lennie.
O'Day was off the grid.
No family, no record.
- So he changed clothes with him,
shot him in the face,
switched bodies in the warehouse at the divvy up.
- That's why we can never ID him.
Man had no face.
(moody music)
- Shannon.
- Easy tiger, keep your top on.
- What, it's hot in here.
Come to see Da Bomb go off, have we?
- You're gonna go off all right.
Have you seen your next opponent?
(grunting) (thuds)
- Well, obviously he can fight.
Still, the bigger they are the harder they fall.
- And the harder they punch.
(thuds) (grunts)
- Jace, you got your whole life ahead of you.
- Not necessarily.
- You don't have to do this.
- You're worried about me.
- Are you watching?
He could kill you.
- Hey, don't forgot I put Slammin' Sami's lights out.
- I checked the hospitals.
Sami Farha was never admitted.
I just saw him at the law courts without a mark on him.
(thuds)
- One thing we do know,
the real florist is still alive.
You are not the only member
of the Sterling and Nickel gang left.
And maybe he can lead us to Mickey.
- Yeah, well the thing we know about Mickey
is that Granger's car shouldn't have been in his garage.
Granger's up to his bloody golden brown tonsils
in it somehow.
I don't like saying it
and I think you're going to find that Mickey
is in a shallow grave somewhere mate.
Did you lock your car?
Sami, little creep.
- Sleeping on the job.
Well look who it is, the Teflon kid.
- Crawled out from under your rock, did ya aye,
get a few vanity rays, Vince?
- Not me, Lennie.
Those things are death beds, mate.
- Little pow wow with Dave Granger, was it?
- You boys should go easy.
- Can't afford anymore, wrinkles, can ya?
(low moody music)
(knocking)
- Aye Dave.
- Hello Dave.
Did you put your muscle on to Mickey Rowe?
- You blokes in awe?
Why would I do a thing like that?
- 'Cause you're banging his misses.
- Do you mind?
I'm gettin' a chill.
- Where did Sami dump Mickey's body?
You owe his wife that.
- What's that tart been saying, aye?
(groans) (foreboding music)
- You know what, Dave?
I'm going to lock this lid
and I'm going to grill you till you're crispy.
Turn it up high, Lennie.
- Mickey is
alcoholic, homeless bum
who wouldn't even know if I was poking his business!
- Hey!
Mickey Rowe's no bum!
He's a former welter weight state champ, okay!
Okay!
- Why would I knock Mickey off when I'm getting what I want?
It's getting very hot in here.
- How do you know Gabriel O'Day?
- I've got no idea who you're talking about.
- You want to get that mole checked out.
(low moody music)
Where's that little turd?
(grunts) (thuds)
Keys, give me the keys.
Back off!
Back off Sami.
He's middleweight champion, weren't you Teddie?
- Shut up Lennie!
Mate, I don't want to have to hurt you.
Just stay back okay.
All right.
(grunts)
(yelling)
Floor it and pop the boot
in that order.
(screams) (cans clattering)
- Well, I showed him.
- Yeah.
You what? (phone rings)
- Da Bomb.
Hello.
What do you mean the fight was fixed?
(somber instrumental music)
Knew it was too good to be true.
- How does Jason know his fight was fixed?
- Found out the hospital's story was all bullshit.
- That's a big call, fixing a fight in a joint like this.
- Dave Granger must be answering
to some pretty heavy hitter further up the food chain.
- Vince Pelagatti maybe?
- Why don't you have a talk to Jason?
You trained Mickey, you know what to say to him.
- I saw the video of the Cobra.
He leaves himself open inside.
His power hands to the right, so you feign right,
step left, he's open for the hook.
- And that'll beat him?
- No, you'd be in the ambulance by now.
- He's going to kill me, isn't he?
(sad music)
- My first fight was with Bill Geddes.
I kissed the canvas three times.
Stitch Kekovich was my corner man.
He nearly scarred the tail every time.
Then in the 9th round, I got him with an upper cut.
Just like your bloke.
All right hand.
Come on, give us your best Cobra.
(thuds)
- I'm scared, Ted.
- You and every fighter in human history, Jason.
There's no shame in that, mate.
Hey Ted! - What?
- This is him! - Who?
- The one from the Sterling Nickel job.
Drove the van, left me holding the bag.
The prick with my money.
This is the florist.
(dark music)
- What time is it?
- It's late.
How was your day?
Chuckles make any progress?
- You know, that's what he calls you.
Any word on Mickey?
- I thought I saved him, Marg.
I took him under my wing as a complete kid.
Put him on the straight and narrow.
Instead, I think, I think I got him killed.
- Hey, no.
- What if I led trouble straight to him?
Somebody at the fights saw me talking to Mickey.
Bloke in the suit, the real florist.
Somebody knew we were onto them.
Might as well have put a bullseye on his back.
- Well, if they know that you're onto them,
why aren't they coming after you?
(dark moody music)
- A bit morbid, Ted.
- Ah, there's nothing like a good bone yard
to make it feel good about still being alive.
- What are we doing here?
- The identity of the body at the Sterling Nickel job.
His name is Gabriel O'Day.
The florist knew him.
There's also a sketch in there of the real florist.
Almost as good as an identikit.
- It was a body switch.
- Well, he was homeless, a street artist,
dispensable poor bug of it.
Who's going to notice a missing homeless person?
- This is not exactly a fair trade, Ted.
This is the mother load.
- Yeah, well I figure I owe you a few favors.
- There's your RTA shots.
- Still no sign of Mickey's car?
- Nah, square one.
There's no car, no body.
Dwyer's shut down the case.
- Bloody Dwyer, the handicapper.
Anyway, get the department
to buy a proper headstone for Gabriel O'Day.
That's the least he deserves.
I'll see ya.
- Yeah, see ya.
- See, this is the trouble.
You know, you cops have an unfair advantage.
CCTV, traffic light cameras, tollways.
How are we expected to compete with that?
- You're not.
It's not supposed to be a level playing field.
It's crime, you're supposed to lose.
- Yeah, but it is amazing we achieve
what we do achieve, innit?
Credit where credit's due.
- Oh, that's it.
- What a lousy ending.
The Rudyhill off ramp.
I give that one no stars.
- I know someone on Rudyhill.
Stitch Kekovich.
Here we go.
- Here you are.
Brewed 'em meself.
- Tastes like cat's piss.
- How would you know?
Drink a lot of cat's piss, do you?
- Ted tells me that Stitch Kekovich
is the best cut man in boxing.
- You got to know how to push
the blood back up in the corner, you see.
I was up the capillaries. (laughs)
Oh, they gave me a lot of practice, Ted and Mickey.
- So my boy's in good hands tonight?
- Oh yeah.
I'm all stocked up.
He's gonna need it.
- Stitch,
you couldn't have been too happy about Dave Granger
overlooking you as cut man for these underground fights.
Proud man like yourself.
With Mickey being gone, you got your old job back.
- I always looked after that boy.
I taught him what I know.
I even gave him my old bag of tricks.
- Any idea what coulda happened to him?
- Now that sounds like a cop question.
(ominous music)
You want to accuse me of something?
- Where have you dumped Mickey?
- In the shit.
(door knocks)
- Mickey.
I thought you were dead.
- I'm sorry, Teddie.
- How many stitches?
- 20 or so.
- It's a bit agricultural, but...
Does the job.
- Well, he's a cut man, not a doctor.
- I trust Stitch with my life, always have.
- Why hide out?
You coulda come to me.
- I figured it was best to go to the ground.
I'm not gonna give him the chance to finish the job.
Ted, you been looking in on Tess?
- Yeah, yeah.
So has Grave Danger, apparently.
- Meaning?
- Is he the the one that stabbed you, Dave?
- No.
I seen his face before though.
Long time ago.
Ted, I been racking my brain,
but I just can't place him.
Something I want you to see.
- [Lennie] There you go.
- [Ted] That him?
- His beard's bit different now, but yeah, that's him.
- Good.
Well, we need to get you to the hospital, Mickey
and cops gonna want to talk to you too.
- I'm not talking to the cops
unless you take me to the fight.
(moody music)
- Zack.
What is it?
- We have a nibble.
- Thailand? - Negative.
He's on the move.
- Can he fake his real IP location?
- Doesn't matter, he's compromised.
I've got access to the times zone on his laptop.
- Oh, where is he?
- Sydney.
The enemy is at the gates.
(moody music)
- Hey!
I'm at the fight.
No, I'm not getting on a flight, I'm...
Yeah, the little pricks going down big time.
Later, all right, yeah, thanks.
- How's that feel, son?
- Jace, listen to me.
You're being set up because you hit Vince.
This is payback.
Don't do this.
- Hey, Cath, Cath it's Ted.
I've got Mickey.
Yeah, Mickey.
He's right here.
He's--
- Step right up boys, step right up.
Put your money up tonight.
Give us your 50 money.
That's 50, come on that's it, 50.
Righto mate, what do you want?
- Yeah.
(smacks)
(crowd yelling)
- [Dave] Get off me!
- Touch her again and I'll kill ya!
Anytime, Granger!
You're a dead man!
- Come and place your bets, boys!
Come and place your bets!
(upbeat music)
(crowd yelling)
- Come on, come on!
Come on now!
Come on!
(door clacking)
- Ed, is that you?
Zac?
(computer beeps)
(foreboding music)
Megabyte Cafe, Matraville.
(crowd chattering)
- You don't have to do this, Jace.
- How's it going to look if I back down now?
- You want to impress Shannon, just stay alive.
That'll impress her.
- Don't stop this fight, Lennie.
(bell rings) (crowd yelling)
(thuds) (grunts)
(slow suspenseful music)
(thuds) (grunts)
- Come on, Jason! - Watch him!
- The desert mate. - Watch him!
(thuds)
- Come on, Jace! (thuds)
- Ooh, shit!
- Ed, we've got a fix on Black Hat,
an internet cafe in Matraville.
Call me when you get this.
We can't let him get away.
(crowd cheering and jeering)
(thuds)
- Come on, Jace!
(thuds) (grunts)
(ominous music)
- Aw, come in, come in!
- Come on, Jace!
(thuds)
- Ow!
Okay, okay, that's it, that's enough!
Get off him, you nut, get off him!
(bell rings)
(crowd jeers) (groaning)
- Mate, you did great!
You did great, come on, up you get!
Come on, you did great, yeah!
Yeah!
You did great, mate aye, you did great.
- You're full on mate.
- Good one, son.
- I know Vince, you set the whole thing up
for Jason to get hurt?
What, so you could humiliate him in front of me?
You didn't even have the guts to get in the ring.
Jason did.
You okay, Jace?
- Margaret?
(dark music)
- Ted?
I'm outside Megabyte Cafe.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything stupid.
I just want to see what he looks like.
- We need to get you to hospital.
- Pretty stupid, aren't they?
Moths.
They're drawn to the bright lights and then it kills them.
- They think it's the moon.
They can't reach the moon
but they can reach the artificial light.
- Shannon, do you think you're too smart for me?
- Absolutely.
- And you thought the Cobra was going to kill ya.
- So, Jason better get you and Mickey to the hospital.
Hey Marg.
Zac, what is it?
- [Zac] We found the hacker and Marg's gone after him alone.
- What?
- [Zac] To an internet cafe in Matraville.
- Give me the address!
Lennie, come on.
Cath, I need you at 272 Bunnerong Road, the Matraville Mall.
There's a car park out the back.
Margaret is in danger and Cath,
do not tell Dwyer!
(ominous music)
- Hello, I'm looking for my son, he was here
using this IP station.
- First terminal there.
Just missed him.
(steps clattering)
(gasps)
- Hubby on his way, is he, huh?
(tires squealing)
Thanks for coming, Ted!
- No, no, don't do this!
(gun fires)
- [Lennie] Shit, it's the florist!
(tires squealing)
- Police, drop your weapon!
Drop it now!
(gun fires)
- Cath's hit.
(groaning)
- Okay Ted, get out of the car or I will shoot her now.
Step out of the car right now or I'll shoot her!
Step away!
(dramatic music)
Hands up!
Stand away from the car!
Very, very slowly.
I'll shoot her!
Now stop!
Right.
- [Margaret] No, no!
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)