(WOMEN LAUGH AND CHATTER)
- Guys, wait up! - Oh, my God!
(WOMEN GIGGLE)
- How was that guy at the last place? - I know!
Can we go in?
- All over, ladies. We're closed. - Ohh!
Just one drink?
- Please? - One more drink.
(CHUCKLES) She's getting married.
Oh, please, boss man, my last night of freedom.
- Please! - (WOMEN LAUGH)
- Boss man says no. - (WOMEN GROAN)
- (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) - That's not fair!
- No! - A little one?
- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) - Oh, come on, boss!
Oh! Ahhh!
(CAR ALARMS BLARE)
(SIRENS WAIL)
(EXCITING MUSIC)
VINCE: (ON RADIO) The fireys are almost done.
Operation's been hampered with the fire escape gone.
Copy that, Vince.
Hey, hey! What's the situation... is everyone out?
We're just doing a sweep, mate,
but the blast took out the stairs and half the second floor.
Keep your head up. Alright.
Hey, you want to squeeze my hand? Grab my hand here.
I'll get a paramedic to check you out. Just wait over here.
(WOMAN GROANS)
- WOMAN: (SHOUTS) Help! - Hey!
- Help! - Did you hear that?
- Yeah, over here! - WOMAN: (SOBS) Help.
- Hello. I'm Heidi. What's your name? - Zoe. I'm a barmaid.
I came down to the cellar and the door's blocked now.
Zoe, is there another door, another way out?
The loading door over there.
Are you injured, Zoe?
I think I got a bump on my head. I might've blacked out.
Let me take a look.
- Jordan! We need boltcutters. - Zoe, can you tell me what day it is?
It's a full moon.
Bad things always happen on a full moon.
OK, so, can you get to the other door for me, Zoe?
(METAL CLANKS)
DEAN: Zoe, make your way over to us.
(METAL CREAKS)
- (ZOE GROANS) - Alright, just watch your head.
Watch your head. Watch your head.
- Whoa! Look out, look out! - (METAL CLUNKS)
- Jordan, are you alright? - Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
- Heidi, got her? - HEIDl: Yep, I've got her.
I'm alright. Just help the other people.
Alright, I just want you to sit down, Zoe.
- Got any nausea, any dizziness? - No.
- Now can you tell me what day it is? - Yes.
- You didn't seem too sure before. - I'm not mad. Ow!
- I'm sorry. - I'm a psychic, OK?
And no, I didn't know the nightclub was about to blow up.
- (SIGHS) - Just look at me.
(SIREN WAILS)
- Let me put a dressing on that. - Nah, it's all sweet. Thanks.
- Hey, Willo. - Oh, Jords.
- You alright, mate? - No, I'm good, mate.
- You cop one on the head? - Don't worry. Let's check you out.
That's OK, mate. I'm already ripped, you know?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Um, what's going on, mate? I haven't seen you in ages.
- Up in Cronulla now. - Oh, yeah, closer to home?
Yeah. You know, closer to Mum's.
Yeah, right. Hey, what are you doing?
You should come round, get some real waves.
- That sounds good. - Yeah, alright.
Hey, hold on to this for me, would you?
(SIGHS) Shit.
SONG: # Mmm, mmm, mmm
# Real dark and dirty
# Gonna get a little dirty, yeah
# I'm gonna get a little
# Dirty, yeah
# Gonna get a little dirty. #
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
(REPORTERS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
I'm just doing a quick piece to camera.
MAN: I need help here.
(GRUNTS)
Jake Hudson... always have to make an entrance.
JAKE: Gallagher! Fire's out, it's all yours.
- Is that the last of them? - Still doing a sweep.
Lucky it was closing. Just a few hangers-on inside.
Otherwise it'd be carnage.
- It had to be deliberate. - They meant business.
What the blast didn't take out, the fire's gutted.
Hey, Lara. So you still work with a handicap?
- I do what I can. - (LAUGHS)
Early this morning, an explosion
ripped through this popular Kings Cross nightclub,
which police believe is an escalation of a local drug war.
- So, not an accident? - Suspected bombing.
That nightclub's owned by Sam Jenkins.
You're eating healthy.
I don't have someone at home to cook for me.
Neither do I.
- Wife number two did the bolt. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Jenkins was arrested in 1986 on suspicion of supplying...
- I'd better get down there. - Wouldn't bother.
Road's closed from five blocks back.
Did you get the boss?
- Don't know. Where was the boss? - Top floor.
- Whoa, whoa. What's on the top floor? - Office. Spare room.
- Would anyone else be up there? - I should have been.
If he hasn't come down by himself, he probably can't. Lara!
You're not getting up that way, mate. Stairwell's gone.
Hey! Get those three cars and get my truck up here now.
Like how?
Use your head, probie, and get my truck up here
and the aerial deployed now!
VINCE: Deano, try accessing the building next door.
See if you can get to the roof.
Yeah, copy that. Should be interesting.
What? You got a set of wings, do you?
DEAN: Looks further from up here.
Funny, that.
- How far do you reckon? - About 8m with a tricky landing.
Or 100m with a splat.
OK, clear the space! Truck 11, pull back!
Get those cars... the network car.
If it's locked, break the window.
Get that truck up here!
(REVERSING ALARM BEEPS)
So who's this boss guy, anyway?
- Sam Jenkins. - Who?
Jeez, you lead a sheltered life, don't you?
I'm sorry I'm not up to date with the underworld kingpins.
All you need to know
is out of the Mr Bigs, Sam Jenkins is Mr Big Enough.
Great.
Alright.
- Hey, Dean... - Yeah?
You reckon you can jump that far?
I guess we're about to find out, aren't we?
Get the camera up there.
Oh, they're crazy. They're not going to make that.
Piece of piss.
- Make more sense for me to do it. - Who are you trying to impress?
Just... if I don't make it, I'm lighter.
It's easier for you to drag me up.
You sure?
OK.
What about the kids?
She took them too.
Should've married you while I had the chance.
Then I'd be ex-wife number three.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Sweatin' there for a minute, weren't you? (CHUCKLES)
OK, you're good.
CHASE: What? Lara's gonna jump?
- Alright, Lara... - Yeah.
...there's cameras down there.
All I'm saying is, if you fall, it won't look good.
Better not fall, then.
Alright.
Three, two, one...
Go!
(CROWD APPLAUDS AND CHEERS)
WOMAN: She made it. Yay!
Oh, did you see that?
Lara, hey? Knows how to give a guy a hard-on.
Nice.
Secure this end.
Start sending the gear over.
Come on, you miserable lot! Move it!
Get that truck up there and the aerial deployed now!
(REVERSING ALARM BEEPS)
(DEAN GRUNTS)
Hello!
Get the ladder up!
Get it moving!
- (MAN COUGHS AND WHEEZES) - DEAN: Hello!
- Anyone here? - (MAN COUGHS)
- Sam Jenkins. - LARA: Mr Jenkins.
We're from Rescue. We're here to get you out.
About bloody time. What kept you?
- Are you injured? - Can you walk?
- No... I'm fine. - Alright, come on. Up you get.
- Where's Elijah? - He's downstairs.
- My bouncer? - He's downstairs. He's OK.
- We'll get you out of here. - I'm fine.
- I need Elijah. - We can't go down that way.
- I want those bastards! - Who? Who?
The dead men who blew up my building.
(GLASS SMASHES)
Lara, your ride's here.
I suppose you two bozos should jump on as well. (CLICKS TONGUE)
- Let's go. - Watch your step.
(ALARM BEEPS)
(COUGHS)
Watch yourself.
- Check him for smoke inhalation. - OK, this way.
- I don't need your help! - ELIJAH: You right, boss?
JORDAN: We check him out and he's all yours.
Alright, just over here.
ELIJAH: You OK, boss?
So, Lara, where'd you learn to jump like that?
Dodging blokes like you, Jake.
- Oh, she wants me. - Give it a rest, Jake.
- Want a bet? - (CHUCKLES)
Come on... in one day.
Eh? Come on, money where your mouth is.
- Usual stakes? - Oooh.
(CHORTLES) Better get that back, crack and sack job, mate.
- Candy from a baby. - Yeah.
Certainly will be.
Yeah. Lung field's all clear.
- Yeah, BP's normal. - I told you!
Now, nick off!
You're gonna have to sign a refuse transport form.
You sign it. I need to see what these pricks did to my place.
There's no helping some people.
Hey, that psychic's still here.
- You don't believe in that stuff? - No, of course not.
I did have this friend, though, who went to a psychic
and told her she'd meet her true love by Christmas... she did.
Now they're married. They live in Phoenix.
LARA: Phoenix?!
HEIDl: Well, it's not Paris, but the point is the psychic was right.
- Yeah, but Phoenix! - Yeah, Phoenix.
(SIREN WAILS)
WOMAN: Show's over, folks. You need to leave the area immediately.
(REVERSING ALARM BEEPS)
JAKE: I'll see you later, Lara.
A lot more of you too, Gallagher.
(TRUCK HORN TOOTS)
He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?
He doesn't get under my skin, but it doesn't help that you encourage him.
- What? - Don't "What?"
Hey, guys. Mr Tough Guy doesn't look too flash now.
Delayed effect of smoke inhalation.
HEIDl: Yeah, it could be pulmonary distress.
JORDAN: We need a heart monitor over here.
Puncture wound to the chest. He's been stabbed.
CHASE: Stabbed? What?!
Has he got a pulse?
Code 4.
CHASE: It's a code 4!
There was a closed-circuit camera on the nightclub door.
Now, fortunately, the hard disk wasn't damaged in the explosion.
Cameras kept rolling, so we've got a bird's-eye view.
There's Jenkins and his bouncer there.
That's after we treated him.
5:50 this morning.
Can you see who stabbed him?
No, which is why we need to know exactly when you saw him slumped over.
Whoa, whoa. There.
That's the moment. That's when I saw him.
So Jenkins was stabbed between 5:50 and 6:50 this morning.
Smart money says his murder's part of a drugs war.
Drug Squad reckons he was the main player
in this new flood of high-quality smack hitting the street.
No need to tell us about that.
Yeah, every second call-out to the Cross is an OD'd junkie.
We're thinking whoever bombed the nightclub
hung around to finish Jenkins off.
Any idea who?
We're looking for this bloke.
Jason Brown.
Goes by the name Brownie.
Drug dealer. Bad guy.
When we find him, we'll bring him in for questioning.
But we're also interested in this bloke.
He's new on the scene.
He obviously knows Brownie, which makes him interesting.
Even more interesting, he was in the club at the time of the blast.
Hangs around the crowd for a while, then disappears.
Now...
An hour later, Jenkins was dead.
Anyone treat this guy?
Anyone know him?
MICHELLE: So, the police need you to go over this footage.
They need you to identify anyone that you can recognise
and provide the names of everyone that you treated.
OK? I'll need reports from everyone.
If anyone else remembers anything about this morning
or anything else you hear about it on the street,
please give me a call.
If you find out who he is,
we'd really like to know.
Jordan, do you want to tell me what's going on?
Nope.
You know that guy. You treated him at the scene.
So what?
So what? The cops think he killed Sam Jenkins.
- Bullshit. - How do you know?
'Cause I've know him forever, OK? He didn't kill Sam Jenkins.
How can you be so sure? I mean, he was there.
Look, he didn't kill Sam Jenkins, alright?
- He was there getting drugs for him. - Oh, gee, that's so much better.
Come on. Tell me you've never been wasted on a Saturday night.
You and all your nurse mates going off.
Leave them out of it. What they do is their business.
And what my mates do is their business.
I saw him there, OK?
I know you know him. What, are you asking me to lie as well?
No, I'm asking you as a mate, just don't say nothing.
Hey, Jords! Yoo!
Pretty good out there, bro.
- Did you bring your board? - No, mate. On the job.
Take a sickie, mate.
Hey, your gear back.
Don't ever put me in that situation again.
Thanks, bro. I owe you one.
- Hey, you want some? - No.
Come on. You used to.
Yeah, mate, I used to take them, not bloody sell them.
That was a long time ago too, alright? So, what's going on?
- Hey? Still dealing? - Hey, it's nothing serious, mate.
It's just a stake for me and Chels, you know?
- Alright. - Chill out.
Hey, you know some guy killed Sam Jenkins last night.
- Yeah, I know. I heard. - Mmm.
Works for me, though. Don't have to pay him. (LAUGHS)
Come on, dude. The guy was murdered.
Cops got CCTV footage of you talking to that guy Brownie.
They think you're in it together.
Go tell them what's going on. Set them straight.
Yeah, me and the cops, that'd be good.
Give them some of these, eh? (LAUGHS)
- You didn't say anything, did you? - How serious is this?
- Hey, Jordan. - Hey, Chels. How you going?
I'll see you back at the house, alright?
- You alright? - Yeah.
Oi. Relax, OK?
It's all under control.
Yoo!
Hey, you know what they were up to this morning?
Are you riding back into town to save us all from ourselves?
Yeah, why not?
(LAUGHS) Oh, look, it's no big deal. Just something Willo's working on.
To get us a bit of cash so we can head up north... away from bad habits.
We don't need rescuing, Jordan.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Cops have just called, you blokes. The site's clear.
Time to collect your gear.
Don't you reckon it's interesting how when I rescued you...
(LAUGHS) You didn't rescue me, Jake.
You were grandstanding, like you always do.
Yeah, when I rescued you and my little hottie over there...
and Jenkins... everyone was still breathing.
Hey? No stab wounds. No, nothing.
So then I leave and everything, what, just pandemonium.
It's a good thing you're not in charge of counter-terrorism, Gallagher.
- Hey, Lara. - Hey, Jake.
- Guess you heard what happened. - Yeah. Nobody's fault.
So, listen, what are you doing on Saturday night?
Don't know. I'll have to check with my fiancé and get back to you.
- Didn't I tell you she was engaged? - No. No.
Sorry about that, mate.
How's he, hey?
- Anything you want to add to that? - What?
Michelle said, "Write it up."
Something intelligible is what she meant.
- Vince, there's something... - (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
...I need to talk to you...
Vanessa. No, you bloody well cannot keep the fish tank. They're mine.
I bought it. Paid for the axolotls.
I don't care how much the kids want them. They're mine.
Bye.
Bloody my axolotls.
Alright, just so you know, Vanessa has left me.
Anyone wants to pick a fight, now is the right time.
Let's get out of here. We're not gonna get any work done.
What was on your mind, Heidi?
Oh, you know what, Vince? I can sort that out by myself.
Hey, you're the psych... You're the barmaid, aren't you?
- Yeah. - From the club.
- Zoe? - Yeah.
So, did you see anything this morning?
Oh...
- Sam Jenkins getting stabbed. - You saw that?
Yeah, on the news.
You don't pick and choose what you see.
Yeah, I just thought I'd ask.
Sure you don't wanna ask me about your love life?
No. Why would I?
It's just what everyone wants to know about.
Oh. Oh, yeah, well, there's this one guy that I kind of like.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I see him in bed with a woman.
She's had feelings for him for a long time but she's been too afraid to say.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Are you alright? - Sorry, I've got to get to a reading.
Zoe, do you know something about what happened?
Just leave me alone.
- Does the name Willo mean anything? - Leave me alone.
What about the name Jordan?
Your friend is in trouble.
Police have asked me to pass it around.
- I've emailed you a copy. - I'll send it on to the fireys.
OK, I'll be with the suits.
- Jordan, I need to talk to you. - What about?
I'm sending this on to Hudson and his silly mob.
They were there. Someone might remember him.
That's your mate.
Ciao.
Fax for Lara.
Domenico's by the Harbour.
Ooh, someone's trying to impress.
Hello?
Yeah, just one sec. Lara, line two. It's Jake Hudson.
- Who? - Jake Hudson.
Hello?
Hi, Jake.
Yeah, I just got it.
Jake Hudson, as in the firey Jake Hudson?
Don't worry about it.
You really know how to twist a girl's arm, don't you?
Yeah, I know where it is.
7:30's great. See you there.
Lara, are you serious? A firey?
- Vince. - There are bigger issues at stake.
We've got to break down the barrier some time.
- Uh-uh. - It's a nice place.
CHASE: Yeah, Vince, forgive and forget.
You can't stew about the '68 grand final forever.
No, no, no, no, no. The rivalry started way before that.
Chase, my boy, there are a few things you need to learn.
You got time for a drink?
Uh, not tonight. I got footy training.
VINCE: G'day, mate. How you going?
Vince's wife just left him. He needs a friend.
Yeah? Why can't that be you?
I have a date.
Oh, great. So I get Vince?
And a history lesson.
I didn't listen the first 55 times.
Chase, will you stop thinking about yourself?
Do we or do we not put our friends first?
Now, go on.
Actually, Vince, looks like I will be able to join you for that drink.
Excellent. Heidi-ho? Lara?
I've got to take a shower, Vince, so, you have fun.
Dinner for two, Domenico's.
Bring your wallet.
Got to pay for your education, mate.
Come on, Lara. Give it up.
You're not seriously considering going on a date with that idiot?
I'm not considering it. I am.
Bullshit.
What can I say? Jake seems like quite a catch.
FYI, Dean, I don't appreciate
being dragged into your juvenile dick-swinging competition.
OK, point taken.
It will be, once you do your thing in front of the fireys tomorrow.
Whoa, whoa. Hey, Lara, come on.
Where's the Rescue solidarity, huh?
Maybe it disappeared when my team-mate used me as a trophy.
- Alright, fair enough. - Fair enough.
- But if you were my fiancée... - Your fiancée?
Hypothetically. Hypothetically. Different world.
If you were my fiancée,
I wouldn't want you going on a date with another guy, bet or no bet.
Hmm?
Hamish can be very understanding.
Come on, you're not seriously gonna hang me out to dry on this, are you?
Hmm?
Yeah, I am.
What... what is that?
What, are you going for team-mate of the year or something?
You're shitting me.
So, is your old mate gonna say anything to the cops?
I told you he's got nothing to do with Sam Jenkins's murder, OK?
You don't know that for sure, Jordan.
I talked to the barmaid... the psychic, remember?
I asked her about Willo and she reacted really badly.
She did, eh? Well, there's your proof.
Especially coming from a psychic barmaid.
Jordan, sooner or later someone is going to recognise his photo
and your connection to him.
Why don't you just say something?
Jordan, someone here to see you.
- Jordan? - Let's drop it.
I didn't know where else to go.
- What's going on? - It's Willo's dealer, Brownie.
He's always hanging around the flat. He gives me the creeps.
I'm freaking out, Jordan.
- Have you told Willo how you feel? - I've tried. He just got angry.
He said this is going to be his last deal and I should get over it.
Do you want me to call Willo?
Nah. It'll only make things worse.
If there's anything I can do to help you guys...
Maybe just me.
I lied to you before.
I've had enough, Jordan.
I want things to change.
I'm sick of this life.
Do you want to go somewhere?
What about your place?
- I'm back home at Mum's. - How is she?
Yeah, she's good. Thanks for asking.
Still the same. Food, plenty of food.
Things are gonna be OK, alright?
Come in. I'll show you around.
I love meetings where you resolve to do things instead of just doing them.
Let's go get a drink and then your place and bed.
- Oh, I'd love to. It's... - What?
I've got to get through all of these by tomorrow morning.
It's Thursday night. It's our night. We agreed no work.
I know, I know. But I don't have a choice.
There's always a choice.
I promise.
Tomorrow night. OK?
Well, how long's this gonna take you?
It could take me all night.
That's a lot of reading.
It is a lot of reading.
I promise I won't distract you.
Sorry there's not much food around. Chasie's always hoeing into it.
I don't know how one little guy can eat so much.
You know, sometimes I wonder... That party we all met at.
If I'd met you first...
If I'd left that night with you instead of Willo...
Do you ever think about it?
Yeah, sure, I think about it.
- But Willo, he's... - He isn't here.
You always were the good guy.
So, uh, where will you go?
Home.
- You'll be OK? - I'll call you.
CHASE: Three hours and six schooners, it took
to get the full history of the Rescue-firey rivalry.
DEAN: Doesn't it feel good helping out a mate, though, huh?
Yeah, real good.
Especially as I told him you want to catch up for a drink tonight.
- Hey, who was that, eh? - Friend.
Friend.
I'm not sure you're aware of it, mate,
but, uh, we're under constant budget review, procedure audit.
So, 'Bikini Babe Sleepover in Rescue HQ'
is not a headline I want to see in the paper.
Heidi say something?
She didn't have to, mate. I've got eyes.
- Well, you know, I... - Save it. You've got a call-out.
(SIREN WAILS)
So, Jordan, your friend, um... have you known her long?
You've never mentioned her before.
Is it serious?
Not that it's any of my business, but is it?
G'day. Just here?
Yeah, down there.
Hello! Can you hear me?
Hello!
Hello! Can you hear me?
Nah, he's not moving.
- Jordan, grab the Ozpod. - You seen him move at all?
(GROANS)
Bit distracted, mate?
Alright, you guys know the drill. Let's go.
Alright, I'm going to go. Jordan, switch on.
No rush. It's a body recovery.
CHASE: (ON RADIO) What have you got, Dean?
Yeah, call Detective Johnson.
Let him know it's that guy Brownie from the surveillance video.
Prepare to lower. Lower.
(SIGHS) I guess someone else found him first.
So this is the guy that stabbed Jenkins, yeah?
Yeah. Turf war. Brownie wanted the crown.
So who killed Brownie?
Good question.
Watch stopped at 3:13.
There's no obvious signs of rigor or lividity.
Until the Coroner says otherwise,
we'll mark that down as the time of death last night.
Thanks, guys.
Alright, guys, pack it up. Jordan, you're with me.
Hey.
- What's going on? - What's going on?
Jordan, I saw the look on your face. You know that guy.
He might be someone I've seen around Cronulla, that's all.
Mate, I didn't drag you out of a burning car
to watch you go back to your drug-running mates.
I wondered how long it'd be till you used that against me.
I don't owe you. You were doing your job rescuing me.
That's not the point, Jordan.
Do you know how many people want to be in this unit, do what we do?
So it's nothing more than a competition, eh?
- Who's got the biggest dick? - No, it's about respect.
And if you lose that, you're no good to anyone.
So if you know something about this, speak up.
I don't know nothing.
- So this Brownie guy killed Jenkins? - Make you happy?
It nips in the bud any suggestion from upstairs
we were negligent with our duty of care, doesn't it?
Get the big lecture from the suits?
MICHELLE: It's all about public perception.
So I'm thinking a refresher course on protocols and procedures.
Alright, that's me. I'm out of here.
I'm keeping them as ransom.
"Give me my kids back or the fish get it."
I hope that works out for you, Vince.
(LAUGHS) Guys, check this out!
(LAUGHS)
Whoa! Yeah! (CACKLES)
- Yeah! Come on! - (APPLAUSE, WOLF-WHISTLING)
Ah, yeah, yeah, righto, righto. Come on! Come on! Michelle!
Michelle! Darlin'! Look at me! Yeah!
Got an opening? (CACKLES) See you!
What was the bet for this time?
Ah! Thank you!
See you.
- Had you worried, didn't I? - Not for a second.
Bye!
- You can wash the trucks. - Absolutely.
- Have you seen Willo? - I was hoping he'd be here.
Still not answering his phone.
There's a rumour Brownie's been murdered.
- It's true. - No.
Jordan, you've got to help him. He was out with Brownie last night.
Well, then, he's got to go see the cops.
- Nuh. He can't. - What?
He knew how I felt about Brownie.
He came on to me. I told Willo about it yesterday.
He went ballistic, Jordan.
- Can I help you, mate? - Yeah. Is Jordan about?
Yeah, he's just in the gym.
VINCE: Isn't that the guy the cops are looking for?
I came to say goodbye.
Chels and I are heading up north.
- When did you last see Brownie? - Oh, give it a rest, mate!
I'm out of your hair, OK?
- When did you last see him? - Early.
He headed off to the Royal, I pissed off home, OK? You satisfied?
- Home? - Yes. Home. About midnight.
That's bullshit, mate. You're lying.
Oh, piss off, Jordan!
You may as well join the cops, your head's so far up your arse.
You tell me where you were last night. Who were you with?!
Prick.
(YELLS)
I'll kill you!
- Hey! - Argh!
Hey! Wait!
Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Settle down. - Alright!
What the hell happened to you?
Me? What happened to me? You killed Brownie!
Oh, piss off. You think I'm capable of doing that?
Just go to the cops.
I already did, mate. They got the guy.
If that's the excuse you need to sleep with my girlfriend...
...you've got no excuse at all.
See you later, mate.
Willo! Willo!
- I got it wrong. - Yeah, you sure did, mate.
Chels?
I'm sorry, Jordan. It was a mistake.
Zoe! I've been looking for you.
- Zoe! Hey! - Hi.
Hey, I just wanted to tell you you were right about my partner.
He was in trouble.
Look, um, I just wondered... He's into this girl Chelsea.
Uh-huh.
Do you think that she's maybe the girl that you, you know, saw?
- Instead of you? - Uh-huh.
- I'll tell you what I do see... - MAN: Zoe Martin?
You're under arrest for supplying and trafficking a prohibited drug...
namely heroin.
Heroin?! That's got to be some kind of mistake.
No mistake. She worked for Sam Jenkins.
- Yeah, but as a barmaid. - And heroin trafficker.
(SCOFFS)
A girl's got to eat. Not much money in futures.
You're not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so,
but anything you do say will be taken down...
Do you think she's the real thing? I mean, maybe I could give her a call.
Don't they have IQ tests to get into Rescue anymore?
Vince, some of the things she said to me were bang on.
If she was psychic, don't you think she would've seen her arrest coming?
Yeah. I thought about that. And she explained it.
- She can't control what she sees. - Very convenient.
- You off? - Last phone call done. Yes.
So the bouncer Elijah killed Brownie?
Yeah! Retaliation for killing his boss.
Loyalty for you, isn't it? As I said.
Fancy a meal? Spag bol at my place.
Er, I'd love to, Vince, but I've made other plans.
Oh, I forgot my reports.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS)
- Detective. - Vince.
Sorry to hear about... your situation.
It's tough going through a divorce.
Well, yeah, you'd understand. You've caused a few in your time.
- OK. Ready? - You bet.
Take it easy, Vince.
Mexican?! Who bought this shit?
DEAN: Jake sent it over.
- Serious? - It's like wee-wee with bubbles.
In return for not distributing this.
- Oh! Whoa! - (GIGGLES)
Oh, come on, put it back.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, come on. You got to admit he's got a pretty nice butt.
Put it away! Come on.
(SILENCE)
Hey, um, did I ever tell you
about that paintball contest we had with the fireys in '99?
- Uh, not today. - (PHONE RINGS)
Hold on. Emily.
Emily, hi, darling.
Oh, that's good. Yeah... Oh... No, just a sprinkle will do.
No, they're only little. You don't want to blow them up.
That's it. I love you too, darling.
Yeah, you dream about the fairies. Night-night.
(CHUCKLES)
Anyway, the fireys.
They'd cheat on their mother, these blokes.
We were at a complete disadvantage...
I was there. I was there.
They had managed to play with the firing mechanism...
DEAN: No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't have a box in that day.
I took one square in the Jatz crackers...
Theme Song: # See them crawling
# Their faces on the ground
# My heart keeps jumping
# I want to stay around
# Now they can't hear me
# I ain't too young to die
# But before I let you take me
# You gotta look me in the eyes
# I'm gonna get a little dirty
# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah
# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah. #