(PHONE RINGS)
Gus. Made the pick-up. It's all there.
BO Y: I want my woof-woof.
- What's up, buddy? - Woof-woof.
Oh, you dropped your little woof-woof.
- I want my woof-woof. - Hang on. Mummy will get it.
Hang on, Crispin. Mummy's gonna get your woof-woof.
Um... Oh.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yep, see you in 10.
- I want my woof-woof! - OK, sweetie. It's OK.
I want my woof-woof!
- (TYRES SCREECH) - (CAR CRASHES)
DEAN: Alright. Sitrep. Three-car MVA.
Four-wheel drive, two occupants, one adult and one infant.
Sedan, one female. Van, one male trapped.
(SIREN BLARES)
- Jordan, Chase, this car. - CHASE: Yep, no worries.
Mate, step away from the car. Step away.
Lara, see if you can get this door open.
LARA: Yep, no worries.
(GRUNTS)
The ram's not gonna shift this dash,
not with that power pole wedged up against us.
Alrighty. We got a four-wheel-control vehicle here.
Have to do a reverse dash-hold.
I want chocks on the A, B and C pillar.
Grab the combi tool.
Is Crispin OK? Cris, baby, Mummy's here. It's OK.
- Is he OK? - Yeah. His car seat's protected him.
- Christian is fine. - Crispin, not Christian!
- OK. So, what's your name? - Sonia.
- Sonia, do you know what happened? - No!
You've been in a car accident.
- Is there any pain anywhere? - In my stomach.
OK. Now, is it just your abdomen? Just let me know where it hurts, OK?
(WHIMPERS)
Jordan, I think she's ruptured her spleen and who knows what else.
She's bleeding into her abdomen.
- I'm gonna be OK, aren't I? - Yeah, yeah.
We just gotta get you free and then we'll get you into an ambulance, OK?
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. #
- Alright. She's gone. - Alright. Got it?
Grab the cutters. Hang in there, matey.
You alright, mate? I've done all I can here.
LARA: I need some help over here.
Jordan, grab the spreaders.
- MOTHER: It's OK. - Put your head through.
Easy does it. Come with me.
MOTHER: It's OK. Go with the lady.
HEIDl: No pulling Heidi's hair. Let go.
No, no, no, no. Leave it on, mate. Leave it on. Leave it on.
- How you going with those chains? - Yeah, almost there.
Right, tighten!
Vince, Dean.
The Johnston Crescent overpass.
DEAN: We need confirmation the power is off at this site.
Yeah, yeah, Deano.
Yeah, I'm on the blower to the operations manager.
He has confirmed power is off at the site.
(PHONE RINGS)
Are you gonna answer it?
What am I gonna say? "He can't come to the phone, he's incoherent"?
Sonia, Sonia, hey. Stay with me.
Where were you going this morning?
To a job interview.
Colin, my husband, he doesn't want me to work,
but I'm sick to death of Dr Phil.
He's gotten way too big for his boots since his days on Oprah.
Hey, more tension.
DEAN: Alright. Start winching!
Can you grab us a spine board?
- Jordan! Jordan! - JORDAN: Yo.
I need you to pop this window and get this side out.
DEAN: Alright, guys. Take it nice and slowly here.
We don't want to free one leg and crush the other.
I'm here. I'm right here.
As soon as we cut that pillar away, we'll get you out, OK?
Almost there.
MAN: Chase, we're ready to start cutting.
Not long now, Sonia.
OK, again. Just a halfer, just a halfer.
Almost there.
Watch the power pole there. Looks unstable.
- Oh! - Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
The power's live! Move! Move!
- The power's supposed to be off. - It's gonna kill us!
Get away from the car! Don't touch the car! Stay away from the car!
Step back. Stay away from the car. Stay away from the red car too.
What's going on?
- Hang in there, Chase. - Yep. It's live.
Chase, sit tight, sit tight. Car's live.
Vince, Dean. You told me the power was off.
Yeah. Deano, we've got a few infrastructure problems.
The wrong grid was shut down. It's pear-shaped, mate.
There's a sewage treatment plant on the grid.
If we don't want to be up to our armpits in poo,
we're gonna have to wait till they check on that generator.
OK. Well, I'll call the Energy Minister.
Just hang in there, Sonia. The car's electrified.
We can't get you out till we've killed the current.
Alright. Everyone out of the hot zone. Behind the ambulance! Go! Go!
LARA: Van driver's out. Transporting.
Wire's caught.
Vince, give me some good news.
Thank you, Mr Minister. I appreciate you making the call.
Grid will be down in one minute, Deano.
Come on! What's taking so long?
Chase, how's she doing?
Her BP's in her boots. We need to get her out.
Just hang in there. Power will be down in one minute.
(SONIA BREATHES RAPIDLY)
- What's your name? - It's Chase.
You tell me the truth, Chase.
Am I gonna die?
We're doing everything in our power to make sure that doesn't happen, OK?
(WHIMPERS)
MAN: Wire's clear!
Now, just hang on.
You have to do something for me.
Do you want some morphine?
My daughter, Tamsyn...
...you have to tell her something for me.
You can tell her yourself.
No, please, it's important.
You tell her... Colin...
...he's not her father.
Alright. Colin's your husband?
Jack Blake's her real dad.
Promise you'll tell her?
Alright. I promise.
Oh...
Sonia, Sonia, stay with me.
Alright. Let's get the spine board in, get the ram out of the way.
- How's she doing, Chase? - Spine board!
DEAN: So if Colin's her husband, who's this Jack Blake guy?
Uh, she said he's the father of her daughter, Tamsyn.
Does Colin know this?
Didn't say.
Obviously Tamsyn doesn't.
It's a hell of a dying declaration.
So, what are you gonna do?
I tell you what I'd do, Chase... absolutely nothing.
Mate, people say some strange things on the way out.
I don't know whether it's a lack of oxygen, or adrenaline or what,
but whatever it is...
...it messes with the brain.
HEIDl: Hey, boys! News is on in five.
Looks like we made the headlines.
NEWSREADER: (ON TV) Police say the three-car pile-up
was caused by an unknown person
dropping rocks onto one of the cars from a freeway overpass.
This is the third rock-throwing incident in the past month...
We on yet?
... though the first to result in a fatality.
Police believe all the incidents are the work...
- Are you right? - (ZIPS FLY)
... but admit they are no closer...
Hey, Michelle, what was that about rock-throwing?
One of the drivers reckons they saw someone lob a rock from the overpass
and the police want statements from everyone.
Well, you're a TV star, Lara. Nice work.
Oh, thank you, guys. Thank you very much.
Is that it? I skipped washing my hair just to watch Lara? You're kidding.
You're too ugly for TV.
Which is why Lara should do the DUI talk tomorrow.
- She'd make more of an impression. - What?!
I did the last three DUIs!
Maybe if you did it naked, it would make more of an impression.
Is that one of your tricks? A bit of nudity?
Actually, Dean, I rely on my strengths, those being charm and intelligence.
If you do it naked, I'll turn up.
Oh, will you? Oh, thank you so much. (LAUGHS)
- Hamish. Hey. - Hey, guys.
Hey, babe.
How's the rescue business going?
Well, you know, never a dull moment. How's life in commercial property law?
Well, the market's a bit soft
and I'm struggling to make this month's target...
Can't always be a winner. I'll see you guys later.
Babe, we're booked for seven o'clock, so we need to...
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Sammy. You got it?
VINCE: Oh, yeah, she's got an easy one.
Cheers, mate. I owe you.
Is that something from St Vincent's?
Uh, yeah.
- Getting a nurse's number? - Something like that.
- See you later. - Cute?
- MAN: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - (WOMAN CRIES)
WOMAN: I'm so, so sorry.
MAN: Thanks, mate.
- If there's anything you need... - Anything at all.
SONIA: My daughter, Tamsyn,
you promise me you'll tell her?
CHASE: I promise.
This is the logistics centre,
the base of operations for all our rescues,
and in here is Michelle LeTourneau.
This is Rick Jones.
Rick, Michelle.
Ah! Rang this morning. Wanted a tour of the bat cave.
LARA: Rick's considering a career in rescue.
Tossing up between this or the fireys.
- Well, rescue is where the action is. - That's what I keep telling him.
VINCE: Michelle! Phone call.
- LARA: Here's your application form. - Oh, thanks.
Hey, that's you, isn't it?
(CHUCKLES) You're the angel, right?
Yeah, that's me.
RICK: So, when do we get to the good stuff?
Right.
This is where we keep the road crash gear...
hydraulic cutters, spreaders, combi tools, frames...
This is more like it. Do you mind if I shoot some film?
I do this video blog for my website.
Yeah, sure. It's not top-secret.
RICK: Alright. Um... OK, what does this do?
LARA: That's an intrinsically safe Modiewark, insulated from electricity.
Had to use one of them yesterday. Three-car MVA.
One of the cars became electrified.
Oh. Yeah, I saw that on the news.
So you guys must really love the big car accidents.
Get to put all your specialised training into practice.
It's also pretty horrible.
Er, yeah, I got to admit,
I get a bit squeamish around the sight of the red stuff.
You tend to forget about that when you're focused on the job.
I don't think I could ever forget about the blood.
(KNOCKS)
Who are you?
Er, um, I'm Chase Gallagher. I'm with Rescue Special Operations.
I treated your mum yesterday... Sonia.
MAN: Tamsyn, who is it?
This is the guy who treated Mum.
Oh.
- Colin Taylor. - Chase Gallagher.
Did she suffer?
No. No, she didn't suffer.
(COLIN SOBS)
If I ever catch the bastard who threw that rock...
Sorry.
- Would you like a coffee? - Yeah, that'd be great.
- OK. - Thanks.
You guys always make house calls on rellos of the dead?
Er, no, it's not... standard practice, no.
So why are you here?
Some sick freak who gets their rocks off doing this?
You must be upset.
You know the two stages of grief?
I'm in the first... denial.
Aren't there five stages?
COLIN: You take sugar?
Er...
Actually, I've... I've got to get back to work.
I'm sorry, um...
I'm sorry, er...
What is it?
Tell me.
Um...
Your mother, before she died,
she gave me a message to give to you.
Colin Taylor's not your real dad.
Your real dad's some guy called Jack Blake.
Who's Jack Blake?
I don't know. She didn't tell me.
Wasn't sure if you took sugar. I've also got Equal.
What's going on?
Tammy?
What have you said to Tamsyn?
No, no, no. Um...
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her.
I just had to...
Er...
I'm sorry.
DEAN: What possessed you to do something as stupid as that?
I made a promise.
I don't care if you crossed your heart and you hoped to die.
It was her dying wish. How could I ignore that?
DEAN: Very easily, Chase. She's dead. She wouldn't have known any different.
Sorry, mate, can I help you with something?
Yeah. Gus Brensky, Fischer's brother-in-law.
You treated him yesterday. Transit van, three-car pile-up.
I was just wondering about his stuff from the car... his belongings.
Right, yeah, mate.
All his stuff would have gone to St Vincent's Hospital.
Yeah, yeah. Some of it did, but a backpack's missing... a green one.
Hospital reckon it never turned up.
I treated him at the scene. I don't remember seeing a backpack there.
Suppose I'll check the hospital out again, then.
See you later.
Good luck.
Chase. My office. Now.
Michelle, I made a promise to this woman.
It couldn't have waited a few weeks, perhaps, until after the funeral?
I might have lost my nerve if I'd waited any longer.
Mr Taylor wants to make a formal complaint.
He's talking about taking this to the media.
Can you imagine what'll happen if the press get wind of this?
I'm sorry, but what would you have done?
Oh, Chase, to be honest, I don't know. It's a big secret to carry around.
Guess she didn't want to take it with her to the grave.
No, I meant for you.
Now, I'm not condoning what you did today,
but I think it took a lot of guts.
Now, get out of here.
Oh, and, Chase, whether I sympathise with you or not,
you will stay away from that family, yeah?
Yeah. Thanks.
Oh!
Scare pretty easy for a big, tough rescue dude.
What are you doing here?
I found a picture of Jack Blake in Mum's HSC yearbook.
He was her first boyfriend.
Look, you can't be here. I can't be seen talking to you.
Mum married Dad when she was 18... three months after she graduated.
You don't understand. I could get into trouble.
Maths isn't my best subject, but I'm pretty good at art.
I reckon I can join the dots.
Need you to drive me. He lives miles away.
What? Look, Tamsyn, I'm really sorry, but I can't get involved.
You're already involved.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO)
Everything here's so totally ancient.
- Oi! - Oasis, Green Day, Nirvana, Beyoncé.
OK. They were an adolescent phase.
Alright, fine. What's your idea of good music?
I'm into afro-punk, African rhythm with a bit of punk sensibility.
You don't strike me as a black punk-rocker.
You don't look like Beyoncé's number one fan-boy.
- Hey, I told you that's not my... - (PHONE RINGS)
- Hello? - WOMAN: Chase, it's Sasha.
Sasha, hey, what's up?
SASHA: Just wondering if you're free tonight.
Yeah, yeah. Absolutely, I'm free.
We could check out that new club, Decibel, that's opened down from me.
You could park your car at mine, stay the night.
CHASE: Sounds awesome.
And wear your new jeans with that blue chequered shirt.
I'm wearing that little black number with my black heels, so we'll match.
CHASE: Oh, well, I guess I'll see you at 9:00.
I'll see you later.
You are one lovesick puppy.
She sounds like high maintenance.
You reckon?
So, do you want me to wait?
I was just kidding. Bad joke.
Good luck.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
How'd it go?
Tamsyn?
(SIGHS) He didn't want to know me, OK?
He's got a perfect life with his own little brats to worry about.
Now, just go.
What are you waiting for?
Where do you want me to go?
Drop me in town... anywhere. I don't care.
LARA: Come on. Oh, nice one.
- They call me Jordan. - (WOMEN LAUGH)
Alright, Jordan.
Alright. What do you give me if I get it in from here?
Come on. Ten bucks. If I miss, I'll give you five.
You're determined to get me to pay for your chopper lesson.
- Yep. - Come on.
- Ooh! - Alright.
Whoever wants to take my place tonight, now is your last chance.
HEIDl: Yeah, I'll do it.
- For, like, 100 bucks. - What have you been smoking?
JORDAN: Mate, she's saving up for a chopper lesson.
I'll do you a deal.
Um...
You write up yesterday's reports and I'll do the talk tonight.
I'll do you a deal.
You write up the reports and do the talk tonight,
I'll wash both the patrols and the rescue truck.
Oh, yeah. OK.
- No deal. - (LAUGHS)
You're gonna take it through the car wash like you always do.
- What?! - Where's the solidarity, brother?
(LAUGHS) Oh, he's fast. Come on, come on.
- Boy got skills. Boy got skills. - Oh, nice shot.
You're on fire, Gallagher.
- Huh? - (LAUGHS)
- OK. In it goes. (SQUEALS) - Yeah!
- High-five. - Whoo!
Oh!
MAN: And tonight's guest is from Rescue Special Operations.
So please welcome Dean Gallagher.
DEAN: Thanks.
By law, you are required to be here,
so I could start with a speech on the dangers of drink driving,
but I tend to find that pictures are worth more, so...
Here you can see the truck has sheared the top of the car clean off,
resulting in decapitation of the driver.
Blood alcohol was 0.16.
This driver was on the way home from an all-nighter,
doing 75 in a school zone.
Blood alcohol was 0.22.
Both victims here were under the age of 10.
- (SASHA LAUGHS) - CHASE: I'm so glad you called.
Seeing you today is exactly what I need after the day I've had.
You had a busy one?
No, not so much busy, just bizarre. This girl Tamsyn was...
I don't wanna hear about another girl tonight.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Sorry.
- Hello? - TAMS YN: It's Tamsyn.
Tamsyn, how did you get this number?
I Bluetoothed it from your phone.
I need your help.
I've had an accident.
What do you mean, an accident?
You smashed a Vespa?
You're 15. You're not even old enough to drive.
- Did you steal it? - I bought it.
- So, where are you hurt? - It's worse than it looks.
(SIGHS) Oh, my God.
So is this Ms High Maintenance?
That's what you called her.
Tonight was obviously a mistake.
- Taxi! - Sasha!
Look, just let me take care of Tamsyn. Then we can...
- Did you call me high-maintenance? - No. She said it.
Did you agree with her?
- No. Look... - It's hardly a scratch.
She doesn't need you, Chase. She's seeking attention.
Yeah, OK, look, I know.
- But I can't exactly leave her here. - Why not?
Because I feel responsible for her.
Why should you feel responsible for her?
It's a long story.
Put her in this cab and send her home.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, Sasha, come on...
- Come on, Dad. - That girl can't stay here.
- What else am I gonna do? - Send her home to her father.
I've tried talking her into going home. She won't.
You've got child protection obligations here, Chase.
- She's a minor. - What am I gonna do?
- Just toss her out on the street? - (PHONE RINGS)
So, did you call your?
Left a message. Told him I was staying at a mate's.
So you gonna go home tomorrow, sort things out with your dad?
You're too good for that Sasha.
'Night.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
HAMISH: I had this big property tax win for a top client.
Takes me out to celebrate, a few reds
and I get the whole standard drinks thing confused.
- How confused? - 0.11.
Yeah, I know.
And after seeing those horrible photos, I kind of...
...I feel sick to the stomach.
I can't believe Lara didn't tell me you'd be here.
She knew I was doing this course.
Right. Right. She doesn't know.
Look, I was gonna tell her, but I didn't, so...
She just hates drunk drivers, you know?
I think she hates pulling their victims out of car wrecks,
more to the point, Hamish.
Anyhow, I'd appreciate it if... you didn't say anything.
Whatever happens between you and Lara has got nothing to do with me.
Cheers. Thanks.
Alright. Suppose you need a ride home?
Dean, right? Dean Gallagher?
Yeah, yeah. It's Gus, isn't it?
How'd you go with finding your brother's backpack?
Well, the hospital swear blind they never saw it.
They reckon you rescue blokes must have taken it.
Well, they're mistaken.
The thing is, I'd really love to get it back.
I'd be really grateful, Dean.
I'd love to be able to help you, Gus, but as I told you earlier today...
- I don't want to make an issue of this. - Then don't, alright? Just leave it.
Listen, I want the green backpack and I want it now.
Arggh!
MAN: Hey, hey, hey. Break it up.
- Alright, take it outside. - MAN: Break it up. That's enough.
Hey! Come on, mate. Come on.
Hey, hey. I'm good. I'm good. I'm good.
MAN: That's enough.
Tamsyn, what are...
I'm not a virgin.
OK, not something I need to know.
- Can't I sleep here? - No, you can't.
- I won't tell anyone. - That's not the point.
I won't touch you. What if I promise just to lie here?
Look, no, Tamsyn.
Please, Chase.
I don't want to be alone tonight.
No, don't even think it. I slept in my bed. She slept down here.
There's a note for you.
CHASE'S FATHER: Hopefully she's gone home.
What were you doing having a drink with my fiancé in the first place?
Just happened to bump into him.
Oh, yeah, right. That's really funny, because that's exactly what he said.
You know he's got a lump above his eye the size of a golf ball?
That was pretty funny. That guy hit him pretty hard.
Who is this guy? Hamish said he was banging on about some green backpack.
Gus Brensky.
Said he was the brother-in-law of that Fischer guy,
the guy we pulled out of the Transit van?
Gus Brensky.
- Yeah, what, you know him? - Only by reputation.
Local bookie, amongst other things.
Oh, that's great. Great. Now I've got a gangster after me.
Code 9. Overturned four-wheel drive, Jordan.
On the freeway south of King Street. Two people trapped.
Yep, on our way, Vince. Over and out.
Yeah, so, anyway, I thought I could make some extra cash childminding,
but kids don't seem to like me that much.
You wanna learn to fly a chopper, it's gonna cost.
You'll have to babysit a million kids.
Yeah, I know, so I looked into nude modelling for art classes.
But the pay is peanuts.
- You'd seriously do that? - I've got nothing to be ashamed of.
No, no. You're in great shape.
- Vince, it's unit 35. - VINCE: Go ahead, Heidi-Ho.
We're coming up to the King Street turn-off.
I can't see any overturned vehicles. Over.
Must be a hoax.
Jordan!
Jordan, you take that side. We'll cut him off.
Yeah.
(HORN BLARES)
Come here!
(GRUNTS)
- (HEIDI GROANS) - JORDAN: Hey!
(COUGHS)
Arggh! (COUGHS)
- You OK? - Yeah.
- Just winded? - (COUGHS)
Breathe. Just breathe.
(COUGHS)
- How you holding up? - Yeah, I'm alright.
You should get that checked out. You might have a cracked rib.
No, he didn't bust my ribs. He just bruised my sternum.
Heard you guys had a little adventure.
Yeah, mate. Bogus MVA.
Rock-throwing wanker called it in. If it wasn't for my expert driving...
He means my observational skills.
Oh, right.
You lot given your statements to the police?
Mm-hm.
- How are you? Alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- Give him a good one? - You betcha.
Lara's found something. Michelle wants us to go take a look.
Yeah, I'm alright.
This guy rang here yesterday morning.
He said he was interested in a career in rescue.
Wanted a look around, an information pack.
But he was a bit... I don't know, he's just weird.
So he shot this video footage of me for his website, so I log on to it...
What, just to check yourself out or?
...and this is what I find in his video blog.
HEIDl: Hey, that's yesterday's accident.
Well, he's clearly obsessed with you.
That's him. That's definitely our rock-thrower.
How can you be sure?
VINCE: This kind of crime's about voyeurism.
He causes accidents 'cause he gets off on it.
He films it so he can relive the moment.
It's a trophy.
MICHELLE: Is that the guy?
JORDAN: He was wearing a bandanna and a hoodie.
But Heidi got a closer look.
Look, he'll be feeling my knee in his balls for a couple of days,
but... I'm sorry, I can't tell.
We got details on this guy?
On his application for an information pack.
Right, I'm gonna call the police, get them to check him out.
DEAN: Hey, hey, hey.
Green backpack.
Must have got mixed up with the other victim's stuff.
- Mr Taylor. - Where is she?
I know she spent last night at your place.
She came home this morning and packed her bags.
- She's gone. - Gone? Where?
- I was hoping you could tell me that. - Sorry.
The woman I love is dead.
My beautiful girl has just left home.
She's only 15.
I'm holding you personally responsible.
I don't know what you expect me to do.
I know Tamsyn made some sort of connection with you.
Please.
Please, I need your help to find my daughter.
I always knew.
Sonia wanted to tell Tamsyn years ago.
I kept convincing her to put it off.
My wife was big on honesty.
Thanks for trying.
- Hey. - You sicked the cops onto me.
What?
They got a warrant to search my place.
They went through my stuff and confiscated some video equipment.
- I had nothing to do with that. - They think I'm this rock-thrower.
They accused me of attacking two of your unit.
- Why would they think that? - I saw your website.
You've got video footage of the accident the other day.
So? Look, I video lots of accidents, alright?
- It's... it's research. - OK. Cool.
What... Look, don't walk away from me.
- DEAN: Hey, hey. - Arggh!
- Hey! - Get off me!
- Settle down. - Oi! What's going on?!
- Arggh! - Get him up.
What are you doing here?
I came to see her,
just find out why she sicked the cops onto me.
- She didn't sic anyone on you. - I did, you freak.
And whether you're the rock-thrower or not, don't care.
You're an ambulance-chaser. I've got a suggestion for you, matey.
Get out of here now before I do something nasty to you
and call the cops on you again.
Get out!
I can't believe I actually wanted to be one of you crazies.
(LAUGHS) Screw you.
You alright?
Yeah.
What, so that's it? We're just going to let him walk away?
The cops will look after him. Don't worry.
DEAN: Is that our rock-thrower?
Actually, seeing him up close, he looked a little too short.
Just saying.
DEAN: Cup of tea? Come on.
Hey, where have you been?
Nowhere.
There's a girl waiting back there for you.
Young.
Where have you been?
We've been looking everywhere for you.
Who's 'we'?
Me and Colin. He's worried sick.
Never worried about me before.
- He's your dad, Tamsyn. - He's not my dad.
I just came to say goodbye. I'm going OS.
To Europe, then to the States.
Backpack around for a year or so.
Stuff school.
- You're 15. - So? I can look after myself.
Well, how are you going to pay for it?
I've got some savings.
- See you, Chase. - Tamsyn...
Tamsyn, where'd you get that backpack?
Let me see it.
- No! - Give me a look.
Why? Get off. It's my backpack!
- Tamsyn, this money, it's not yours. - It's my money.
- It's a gift from my mum. - There was a mix-up at the scene.
This money belongs to someone else in the crash.
I can't give it up now.
The guy who owns it wants it back. He won't let you keep it.
Stuff him. This came in my mum's stuff.
She... she wants me to have a new life.
Why else would she tell you about my dad?
This is my money! I deserve it!
It's from my mum. I... It's mine.
(SOBS)
Why did she want me to know?
I don't know, Tamsyn. She didn't tell me why.
$43,500... 6, 7, 8...
$43,900, 50... $44,000 straight.
Six grand short.
It showed up with her mum's stuff, so Tamsyn figured it belonged to her.
And what did she think her mum was doing
walking around with 50 grand in an old green backpack?
- Hmm? - Shopping? I don't know.
What are we gonna do?
What about we pass around the hat?
All my life you've been costing me money.
15 bucks? Are you kidding?
Well, what are we going to tell Brensky?
- Well, that's up to you. - Why is it up to me?
Well, you're practically mates with Brensky, aren't you?
I mean, I'm sure he knows where you live, Deano.
(CHUCKLES)
That's... You.
BRENSKY: Mix-up, eh? Stuff happens.
DEAN: It's, uh, a few thousand light.
Six, to be precise.
Hmm.
Misunderstanding.
What did this misunderstanding buy?
A Vespa.
Which is now in the wreckers.
Look, I think you've come out of this alright.
- You've got most of your money back. - Not all of it.
No, true, true.
But I could have gone to the cops.
Or the tax office.
So this stays between us?
Yeah.
I suppose I could look at it as a donation to services.
Well, in your line of work,
you never know when you're going to need our help.
Take it easy.
MICHELLE: Police called. They caught the rock-thrower.
He was targeting a police car, would you believe?
Some 17-year-old self-proclaimed anarchist.
Now, listen, I've looked into this Rick Jones character,
and he applied for Rescue two years ago
but was knocked back at the psych assessment stage.
Good riddance, I say.
RICK: So, let me tell you a little something about these rescue dudes.
They think they are so hot.
Especially this one.
Now, I know what you're thinking, right? Fit.
But take it from me, this babe is a complete nut job.
So if the angel ever tries to come and rescue you...
... take my advice and run away.
'Night. Thanks.
- LARA: 'Night. - JORDAN: 'Night, Lara.
Hey.
What's with the taxi?
The transmission in the Beemer's playing up, so I've got it in the shop.
Oh.
How long's it going to be in the shop for?
Who knows? Mechanic says it's a big job.
LARA: See you tomorrow, Dean.
TAMS YN: Well, thanks.
CHASE: For what? Turning your life upside down?
TAMS YN: Ringing my dad.
Your taste in music seriously does suck.
(LAUGHS)
Well, I'll have to give that African punk music a try, won't I?
Mmm. Afro-punk. And you're nowhere near cool enough.
Right.
So, are you coming for a bite tonight,
or are you going to be hanging out with Sasha?
No, no, no. That's over.
She's way too high-maintenance.
So, are you going to tell Lara about Hamish's DUI?
I thought you just learnt a lesson, little brother.
Sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut.
Come on. It's your shout.
(SIGHS)
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. #