(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
(DANCERS SHOUT AND CHEER)
- Jack, don't walk away from me. - Forget it, Kristy.
I'm finished with it, OK?
What... that's it? Three years of our lives for nothing?
I've sacrificed everything, and, what, this is the thanks I get?
OK.
Thank you.
I'll meet you in the city, OK?
Jack! Jack!
- Jack! You don't have to do this. - Do what?
You know what. I can't let you go, mate.
I'm not your mate, Brandon.
- Jack. - What do you think you're doing?
You're a freak, Brandon. I'm sick of you hanging around me.
(CHEERS AND LAUGHS)
(DANCERS SCREAM)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Help!
(CRIES OUT)
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. #
(MAN AND WOMAN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
- How many times have I gotta tell you? - Hmm.
Late start?
I thought I'd shout myself an RDO, take Fiona out to lunch.
She's earned it.
Your bedroom looks like a bomb's hit it. How about you tidy it up?
(PHONE RINGS) Yeah, righto.
Dean, yeah?
- Yeah, I'll be out front in five. - Don't forget your bedroom.
Alright.
- Oh! - Oh! Morning.
Morning.
VINCE: (OVER RADIO) Rescue Base to Rescue Team Leader.
Yeah, go ahead, Vince.
Illegal rave at Gordon's Bay, dozens in the water,
washed off the rocks, unknown casualties.
What's your ETA?
- About eight minutes. - Righto. Stay tuned.
Oh, man, I gotta get out of that house.
I'm 26 and I'm still living at home with Dad and his girlfriend.
Well, why don't you move out with some mates?
Ah, that's right, you don't have any.
I've got mates.
- Who? - You.
- I'm your brother, Chase. - OK, Jordan and Heidi.
Work colleagues.
JORDAN: (OVER RADIO) Rescue Helicopter One to Coastguard One.
You've got one just off the northern edge there.
Yep, you're almost on top of him now.
DEAN: Rescue Team Leader to Helicopter One.
Can you give us numbers in the water, Jordan?
Three that I can see, mate.
15 to 20 at the base of the cliff, another half a dozen on the face.
- Morning. - What does this job entail exactly?
Uh, we are plucking ravers from the rocks below.
They can't climb up themselves? They got down.
They weren't off their faces then.
Alright, I want Stokes litters, Ozpod and full medical packs, yeah?
Oh, this is so not how I imagined the morning.
- Big night? - Yeah, a few friends came over.
- It turned into an all-nighter. - Oh, cool.
I want you and Heidi at the base.
- What's up? - Nothing.
Come on, I know that face.
I know that one too.
You tell me when you're good and ready.
JORDAN: (OVER RADIO) Coastguard One, there are two in the water...
11 o'clock from your position.
- I'm going in after them. MAN: Copy that, Helicopter One.
DEAN: Alright, we got 21 at the base.
Three critical, eight non-walking, the rest walking.
The coastguard's got an even dozen.
Chase on rope to one male on a cliff face.
We're gonna need three more ambulances
and as many blankets as you can get your hands on.
- How are you doing? Are you hurt? - Well, my arm's a bit stuck.
- Can you feel your hand? - Uh... not really.
I need to get you to wiggle your fingers for me.
That's good.
Dean, we're gonna need a battery combi-tool.
We've got a guy with his arm wedged under a big rock.
DEAN: Yeah, stand by, Chase.
I've got Vince checking info on cliff subsidence. Out to you.
- What's your name? - Brandon.
I was on my way down to help.
The rock shifted, I couldn't get my arm out.
Everyone was screaming.
This is what I get for trying to be a hero.
HEIDl: OK, I just need you to come over here, mate. Yeah.
MAN: Are you gonna rescue me? - Uh, yeah.
I'm just gonna put this harness on you, alright?
And then we're gonna get you up top before another wave washes you off.
Babe... I'm an Olympic triathlete, babe.
I'd eat these waves for breakfast.
- Huh? - Yeah.
(PHONE BEEPS)
- Are you OK? - I can't... I can't get Jack.
He's... he's not answering his phone.
- Can you tell me what your name is? - We had a fight.
He said some things and...
OK. Hey, do you know your name?
(WHIMPERS) It's Kristy.
Let's get that cut checked out, alright? Come on.
This way.
Rescue Team Leader to Rescue Base. What have you got for me, Vince?
VINCE: Righto, Dean,
you've got middle Triassic Hawkesbury sandstone there, mate.
What I've got is a bloody big horizontal slab structure.
Yeah, well, the weathering has divided the sandstone bed
into a series of contiguous blocks.
What's the bottom line, Vince?
Use a combi-tool on that rock, mate, it's gonna crumble.
Is the patient underneath the overhang?
That's a big yes.
Uh, any jackhammering is gonna topple the whole thing down.
Airbags are your best bet, mate.
Yeah, copy that. Out.
Alright, Chase, listen up.
I'm gonna set up a VA cylinder and a regulator,
we'll snake down some lines, then I'm gonna bring down some airbags.
- Over. - Yeah, no worries.
Are you serious about the "no worries"?
Yeah, you're gonna be fine, Brandon.
- Can you still move those fingers? - I can't really tell.
- Are they moving? - Yep, that's good.
It's good.
Are you ready to tell me what's bugging you?
(SIGHS) I think Hamish is having an affair.
Hey, Kristy.
- Hey, any luck? - He's still not answering his phone.
- We had a massive fight. - Alright, did you try him at home?
Yes, but I can't get hold of him.
I'm sure he's just waiting there for you, alright?
No.
It's gonna be alright. You just take care of yourself right now, OK?
CHASE: (OVER RADIO) Dean, what is taking so long?
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way. Just keep him talking. On rope!
Get this on.
There we go. Beautiful. Yep.
So, are you a footy fan?
- South Sydney. - Eh?
I'm a long-suffering Rabbitohs man myself.
- Uh-huh. - Who's your favourite player?
Um... I'm good mates with Scott Geddes.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
And, um... Russell Crowe.
Rusty.
Sometimes sit with him at games.
Big game tomorrow against the Storm. Are you going?
I'd love to go but apparently it's a sell-out.
I could get you tickets.
- Give Rusty a call. - Here you go.
There we go.
Alright, let's get through there.
He's got no movement in his fingers.
- How are his obs? - Yeah, stable, more or less.
If we move that slab he's gonna get
a massive flood of potassium into his system.
Alright, let's get the sodium bic ready.
Yeah. Hang in there.
No, I can't confirm any identities.
- Chantelle. - It was an illegal rave.
- Hold on a minute. - I'll get back to you.
- Rescue Team Leader to Rescue Base. - Go ahead, Deano.
Yeah, Vince, I'm not gonna be able to get the airbags under that rock.
- Any other ideas? - Don't report that.
- Has he tried an air chisel? - Hold on, Deano.
Chiselling will compromise the integrity of the slab.
He's been under the rock for almost an hour.
The potassium build-up, he's going to start to deteriorate rapidly.
Vince, you taking a coffee break?
Deano, I reckon air chiselling's your go.
Uh... you said no hammering.
Make sure the points of pressure are on the slab, right?
Either end of the slab, use the 4:1 s up top.
What... a couple of bolts and bolt plates?
4:1 s up top. No, I can't make any comment as yet.
Use the ropes from the bolts onto the Ozpod.
Get the guys there to use the 4:1 rig to lift the rock.
- Have you got it? - Yeah, copy that.
Lara and Heidi, are you getting all this?
Yeah, yeah, we're onto it.
We've gotta move quick.
Once the rock has lifted, he's gonna get a rush of toxins.
- Copy that. (PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Lara, give us a hand over here!
Rescue Three to Rescue Five. Come in.
Jordan, have you come across anyone by the name of Jack?
That's the last of the critical patients.
No-one by the name of Jack.
And coastguard confirms no more people in the water.
(DRILL WHIRRS)
I've gotta front the media, Vince.
Yeah, well, maybe I should come too, eh?
Keep my eyes wide open to see what's happening.
You're stepping on my toes with this rescue advice.
You're stepping on my toes getting chummy with Chantelle on the phone.
(LAUGHS)
Alrighty, haul on those ropes.
Keep the tension on them.
(CHASE SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
Hold the ropes there. Hold the ropes there.
Alright, Brandon... Brandon, can you hear me?!
Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, look at me.
Brandon, come on. Hey, Brandon.
DEAN: (OVER RADIO) Right, I need a bit more tension.
Give him the sodium bic.
Come on. Come on.
Alright, more tension on the ropes. Hey, Brandon, Brandon!
I need more lift here on the ropes.
Give him the sodium bic.
- Alright. - A bit more.
OK, that's it. I'm in, I'm in.
- Got it? I'm going under. - Yeah.
- Hooking up the air lines. - Sodium bic's in.
Brandon, look at me. Brandon.
Come on.
OK. Up on both red and yellow.
Go, go.
(BRANDON GROANS)
A bit more on red, more on red.
OK, haul on the ropes. That's it. Pull.
Come on, Brandon. Brandon. Brandon, hey, can you hear me?
Can you hear me? Alright, good. Good. Great, we got a normal rhythm.
We got normal rhythm. OK, that's it.
We got him, we got him, we got him.
Nice and easy, nice and easy.
(GROANS)
Send down the Stokes litter.
Yeah, Chantelle, I'm on site. There's a media contingent here.
And the rescue's had a positive outcome. How is he?
- Gonna be OK. - Good stuff, mate.
Well done, Chasie.
Yes, I will have a report to you by this afternoon.
- Goodbye. (VINCE SIGHS)
- She is a micromanager, I swear. - She's not that bad.
What?!
OK, Brandon.
You're gonna be alright, Brandon. These guys will take care of you.
I'll see what I can do about that footy ticket.
You're right, you just get yourself better, OK?
Cheers.
It wasn't that hard, was it?
Just had to get a guy's arm pinned under three tonne of rock
and you got yourself a new mate.
- Hey. - Hey.
Look, what makes you think that Hamish is...
Playing away?
Yeah.
OK, um...
...you know how he's been working late?
His firm's turning all their old files digital, right?
I spoke to one of the partners this morning
after I got a text from Hamish reminding me about tonight,
and asked him how the file conversion was going.
And he said that they, um...
...they contracted that job out to a data input firm.
OK...
...that doesn't necessarily mean that Hamish is cheating on you.
Why lie to me?
Well, maybe he's trying to surprise you.
Having an affair would surprise me.
Oh, OK, what I mean is,
maybe he's... taking dancing lessons for your wedding waltz.
I mean, guys do that sort of stuff all the time.
You think?
Look, Lara, all I'm trying to say is that there...
...there might be a simpler explanation for all this.
(WHISTLES)
(ENGINE STARTS)
MAN: And although this is our final DUI driver education session,
I just hope that the lessons you take away with you from this course
will be remembered forever.
(APPLAUSE)
Lara! Wait, please!
Hey, listen, I didn't mean to lie to you.
You got done for DUI three months ago?
Yeah, and I meant to tell you about it,
except the time never really seemed right.
Our pre-marriage counselling, the questionnaire...
"Would you ever lie to your partner?"
You wrote "Never."
You pull people out of car wrecks, Lara.
You see the carnage that drink-driving does.
Baby, I was ashamed of myself.
Did Dean give one of your DUI talks? Did he?
I asked him not to say anything to you.
He did?
(LAUGHS) So Dean lied to me.
Yeah? You lied to me.
Oh, I bet you guys were having a great old laugh at my expense.
No, Lara, that's not how it was.
Please wait, Lara.
Can you get out of the car?
- Don't do this. (STARTS ENGINE)
Shut off the car now. Lara, we need to talk this through, please.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(SIGHS)
Time for me to kick your arse at pool, mate.
In your dreams.
Rack 'em up, I'll just grab the rest of the gear.
- Hey, Brandon. - Hey.
Hey. Good to see you. How's your arm?
Oh, it's busted in two places.
One of them's bad, but the doc doesn't reckon I'll need surgery.
- That's great. - Yeah.
Made the news tonight.
They're calling me a hero. Ha!
You are a hero. You risked your life to try and help the others.
You guys are the heroes. All I did was get my arm stuck.
Oh, um...
...that's for you.
Tomorrow's game? Are you serious?
Not the best seats in the park. It was pretty late notice.
- Seats? - Um...
You and me.
Figured it was the least I can do.
Unless, of course, you want to take someone else.
Oh, no, no, no. That's good. We're on.
Chase.
Sorry.
- Where's Jordan? - Upstairs. What's wrong?
Coastguard have been looking for a bloke missing from this morning.
A Jack Gardiner.
They just found a body on the rocks.
(WINCH CLATTERS)
Yeah, that's Jack Gardiner.
Vince called. They found a body?
Yeah, they brought him up now.
(WOMAN SOBS) No, no. Jack!
Jack! (SOBS)
Hey, Brandon, are you OK?
You two were mates?
Yeah.
Yeah, we were the best.
I told you I couldn't find him.
I asked you to help me.
He was out in the water, drowning.
And now he's dead.
He's dead because of you.
After I spoke to Jordan I radioed the beach,
but coastguard couldn't confirm who went through the triage.
- OK. What about the hospital? - I left instructions to check IDs.
- And you held onto the phone? - Mm-hm.
I told the hospital I had it so the owner could organise to pick it up.
The body must have washed up with the tide.
- No-one's fault. - Just write it up in a report for me.
And, in the meantime, we need to return
her boyfriend's phone to Miss Livingstone.
I'll get someone from the cops to pick it up.
Can I please do it?
Thank you.
What was all that about?
(RINGING TONE)
WOMAN: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hi. This is Kristy Livingstone.
Please leave a message. Thanks.
(BEEP!) (CLEARS THROAT)
Hello, Kristy. It's Lara Knight here from Rescue Special Ops.
I have, uh... Jack's phone here, which I need to return to you,
so if you could give me a call back on this number,
that would be really good.
Thank you.
Oh, what was that?
(SIGHS)
I hope you're not gonna blame yourself for this.
Lara, if you want to talk about this, I'm here for you, OK?
- You're here for me? - Yeah.
What? Like, um... like a trusted friend?
Yeah, of course, like a trusted friend.
Mmm.
Trusted friends don't lie to each other.
Stupid.
I know about Hamish's DUI.
Ah.
So he told ya.
Look, Lara, I didn't lie to you.
I just didn't tell you... that's a big difference.
Rubbish. That's lying by omission.
What was I supposed to do, Lara? Hamish made me promise.
Did he?
Yeah, OK, look, maybe it's a guy thing, I don't know.
What about a friend thing?
You're not seriously gonna give me the grief over this, are you?
I can almost understand Hamish lying. He was embarrassed.
But you, Dean...
Maybe if I hadn't been so preoccupied
with the thought of Hamish having an affair
I would have been more diligent
in tracking down the owner of this phone.
So, are you saying that it's my fault that this guy turned up dead?
No, Dean.
It's my fault.
(PHONE RINGS)
I, um...
...I have to take this.
Yeah.
Hello?
Kristy, hi.
HEIDl: What time did she say? LARA: 5:30.
You know, you've got nothing to feel bad about.
You did everything you could.
(EXHALES DEEPLY) I don't know.
Look, if there's any blame, we all share it.
We're a team, right?
Yep.
We're a team.
(PHONE RINGS)
Unknown caller.
It could be Kristy.
- Hello? MAN: (ON PHONE) Kristy.
- Where's Jack? - Oh, uh...
I waited two hours yesterday and he was a no-show.
It pisses me off, seeing as you were so desperate
for me to get the stuff for him.
You owe me a grand. (DISCONNECTS CALL)
- There you go. Have a good one. - Cheers.
- Besty played a blinder. - (LAUGHS)
- Cheers. - Cheers.
How good was his try from dummy half?
I can get you his autograph, if you like.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
- What... have you gotta be somewhere? - Hey?
Uh, no, my old man's picking me up, so I can't be too late.
Oh. That's pretty decent of your old man.
Do you live far from his place?
Mmm. Uh, not that far.
I live with him and his girlfriend.
Yeah, I know, pretty embarrassing.
(CHUCKLES) Well, why don't you move out?
Can't really afford my own place
and I haven't got any mates with a spare room, so...
(PHONE RINGS) Well, I've got a spare room.
I've been after a housemate for a while to help out with the bills.
It's not huge, but you'd have your own bathroom.
- Really? - Mmm.
- Hey. KRISTY: Hey.
Thanks.
It's... it's not your fault.
I shouldn't have said that it was.
Listen, Kristy, I just wanna say how...
...how deeply sorry I am.
Do you know anything about Jack's watch?
Sorry?
The police said that, um, Jack didn't have a watch on.
It's just that it's an expensive watch, TAG.
It's worth a couple of grand.
I gave it to Jack for our 3-year anniversary.
I don't know anything about a watch.
(CRIES SOFTLY)
- (SNIFFLES) - Come here.
- (CRIES) - (SIGHS)
Is that a TAG?
- Can I have a look? - Have it.
- Oh, no, no, no. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's not a real TAG, it's a Bali knock-off.
- It's worth 10 bucks. - It's a pretty good fake.
Yeah, I got a mate who sells them at flea markets.
- I've got half a dozen at home. - Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I can give you 10 bucks for it... - No. No, no.
Cheers, mate.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Shane said you were a bit under the weather when he picked you up.
I was celebrating.
- Your football team won? - Yeah, that.
And I might have found a place to move into.
Why? I thought you liked living here.
Yeah, well, I can't stay at home forever.
You're not moving out because of me?
- Nah... - How's your head?
- (SIGHS) - Chase is moving out.
No, well, l-I might be. It's not definite.
You can't even keep one room tidy. How will you go with a whole place?
- Thought you'd be happy to see me go. - When have I said that?
You haven't. I just thought you two might want a bit more privacy.
- To do what? Run around naked? - (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
I don't change my lifestyle 'cause you live here, Chase.
Yeah, I noticed.
- What was that? - Nothing.
I gotta go.
Tidy up your room before you leave.
Mm-hm.
Hey, Chase! Working bee, my place, tomorrow.
Uh... can't. I'm checking out a flat.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Well, you're finally moving out of Dad's place, huh?
Yeah, if I like the place.
- Whose place is it? - Brandon's.
- Brandon? - What?
- Well, you only just met the guy. - So?
Well, don't you think it's a little quick?
- It's not like we're getting married. - Not yet anyway, Chase.
Hey, what is it with you? It was the same when we were growing up.
Every time I bring a new friend home you hang shit on them.
Only the weird ones.
Yeah, they're all weird, according to you.
Well, what can I say, Chase? You're a magnet for freaks.
Huh? Come on! Too slow, too slow!
So, the police want to know if you saw anything during the rescue
that may shine a light on his death.
- On whose death? VINCE: Jack Gardiner.
Cops are thinking foul play.
He was last seen on top of a cliff, arguing with someone,
just before he disappeared.
LARA: I did answer a strange call on his phone.
Some guy who thought I was Kristy. He said he had the stuff for Jack.
Oh, OK. Well, I'll let Detective Johnson know.
Apparently the early post-mortem showed evidence of dromostanolone.
- Performance-enhancing drugs. - Yeah. Jack was a triathlete.
Oh, and there is a memorial service out at the rocks this afternoon.
Head office want the rescue team to attend.
MAN: When you were competing against Jack
you had to be at the top of your game.
Jack always gave 100%. He'd eat you alive.
Jack didn't take any prisoners.
He was relentless, uncompromising and he never, ever gave up.
(LAUGHS GENTLY) I mean, I... I lost count of the number of times
I'd turn around in a race and there he'd be,
nipping at my heels and driving me on,
and hounding me to swim faster...
Hey. It's good of you to come.
I'm sure his family will appreciate it.
...Jack really pushed me to be the best.
And if it wasn't for him,
I wouldn't be the world-class athlete that I am today.
Hypocrite.
And if I am lucky enough to win gold in London...
Gary Eckhart.
He and Jack were competing for a place in the Olympics.
They hated each other's guts.
Thank you, condolences, and, uh, boys, let's go.
Jack's death was the best thing that could have happened to him.
How are you going?
Come on, Lara.
Look, at least ride back to HQ with me.
(SIGHS) Oh, jeez.
Ah, tribute ride.
Should have turned down Simeon.
(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)
Well, at least it'll give us time to talk.
Forget it. I'm not talking to you.
(SIGHS) OK.
You're always going on about the team, loyalty.
Where was your loyalty in all of this?
- Lara, I was being loyal. - Yeah, to Hamish, not to me.
- I mean, you don't even like the guy. - Oh, come on, that's not true.
Well, OK, he's alright. He's...
Come on, Lara. Alright, OK, OK. Alright. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, alright? I... I should have told you.
Can we just put this behind us?
(CAR APPROACHES QUICKLY)
(ENGINE ROARS)
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(CRASH!) Whoa.
(SHOUTING)
MAN: What the? MAN 2: What were you thinking, mate?
Alright, we're looking at, uh, six riders down.
Gonna need an ambulance at the scene. LARA: Are you alright?
Aarggh!
Alright, we've got mass grazes and asphalt burns.
Stay still, stay still.
That bastard pulled right in front of me!
An oblique fracture.
Don't move the foot, the bone could pierce the skin.
I need a Dremel to cut this metal away.
- I'll grab it! - And grab the splints!
- Do something! - Just take it easy, mate, alright?
Chase, I need some saline dressings on these grazes and wounds.
- I'm on it. - We'll get you outta here.
- Here you go, suck on this. - Just breathe on that, mate.
- Breathe on that. - Breathe nice, big, deep breaths.
- Aarggh! - Keep still!
Shit. It's compound! I need a hand here!
- (SCREAMS) - You're gonna have to hold still.
- We're gonna cut you out of it. - Hold this leg still. Heidi!
We're gonna need a bag of fluid, five of morph...
DEAN AND LARA: And 10 of Maxolon.
(GARY GASPS AND PANTS) - Alright.
Saline.
Where's that watch from?
Um, Brandon gave it to me.
- Is it a TAG? - Nah, it's just a Bali knock-off.
Jack Gardiner, the guy who died, his body was missing a TAG watch.
It's Jack Gardiner.
It's not a real TAG, it's a Bali knock-off. Worth 10 bucks.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Hold this here, OK? Got it? Alright.
Check his pulse. Heidi, get a new spine board here.
Alright, he's gonna need an ortho consult and surgery.
- Last ate two hours ago. Got it? MAN: Right.
- Dean. - Yeah?
- Can I grab a lift back? - What's wrong with your patrol?
Chase took off in it. He said he had to do something urgent.
- Uh, yeah, sure. - Thanks.
- Here, I'll do that. - Thanks, babe.
- Back in a sec. - Yep.
Hi.
Did I kill anyone?
No.
A few broken bones and some grazes.
- They won't be riding anytime soon. - Good.
- Kristy, why? - It's not fair.
They get to live out their dreams...
...especially Gary Eckhart.
Jack should have been going to the next Olympics, not him.
I sacrificed everything for Jack.
Not even he could see that.
He said he was over it.
He didn't wanna compete anymore.
He didn't wanna take...
The drugs.
(CRIES) I hate that the last time I saw him we argued.
(SOFTLY) It's OK.
Babe, it's alright, it's OK.
It's OK.
I've only got 10 minutes. What's up?
Is this Jack Gardiner's watch?
Is this the dead guy's watch?
Mmm.
So what are you doing with it?
He was seen arguing with someone on top of the hill. Was that you?
(SIGHS) Yes.
Did you push him off?
Hey!
Brandon!
(GRUNTS)
(HORN BLARES)
DETECTIVE JOHNSON: And he just gave it to you...
...after he bought you a ticket to the football.
Accepting gifts from people we rescue.
You forget to read that little clause in the Rescue manual?
- It was just a footy ticket. - And a $2,000 watch.
Which he told me was a Bali knock-off.
OK, um, do we know where this Brandon is now, Detective?
No idea. He's done a runner.
That is another favour you owe me, huh?
Who knows how many psycho mates I've saved you from over the years?
Yeah, right now I need all the mates I can get.
Reckon I'm in the doghouse with Vince and Michelle.
Oh, well, I'll swap kennels with you. Lara found out about Hamish's DUI.
(LAUGHS) Oh! I think I'll stay put in mine.
You know, the way she's carrying on, you'd think that I was her fiance.
I was trying to do the right thing and, bang, look where it gets me.
Dean, Chase, we, uh, have a situation.
- Which one of you is Gallagher? - Me.
- I am. - This is Chase.
He said if anyone else goes down there, he'll jump.
He'll only speak to you.
- Yeah. - I'll get you an anchor point.
Hey, Brandon.
Thought you were different than the others.
Just when you think there's someone you can look up to.
Did you look up to Jack?
I thought he was a hero until he was a drug cheat.
Is that why you pushed him off the cliff?
We were arguing. Jack went mental.
Then a wave hit and he jumped in to save people.
- So how'd you score his watch? - He gave it to me.
And his wallet, so they wouldn't get wet.
- Stay back, or I'll jump! - OK, OK.
- I swear I'll do it! - OK. OK!
Alright, look, I'm staying right here.
I just wanna be part of the crowd. You know, fit in, feel connected.
How about we talk about this up top?
I bet you get all the chicks. Women don't look twice at me.
No, trust me, when it comes to women I'm a total basket case.
I live alone, in my mum's old house. I work for my uncle!
I live with my dad and work with my brother.
- I lied about knowing famous people. - No-one cares about that.
- I don't know any famous people. - I don't have any real mates.
My life sucks.
Look, it's never as bad as you think, Brandon.
You and me, we're...
...well, we're not really that different.
Brandon!
(BOTH GRUNT)
- I got you! - I don't wanna die!
(STRAINS) I got you. I got you.
I got you.
What's going on?
VINCE: Looks like that Brandon's story checks out.
A couple of the ravers that went in the drink
ID'd the dead guy as the one who pulled them out.
- So Brandon didn't push him in? - Yeah.
Jack Gardiner must have exhausted himself trying to save people.
- I know the feeling. - What's happening with Kristy?
Well, as far as I know, she's been charged...
um, causing an accident, leaving the scene.
It seems she was aiming all her anger at the wrong person.
I spoke to Chantelle earlier. She asked me to pass on a message.
She's running a little bit late
and she'd like to see you at 8:00 instead of 7:30.
Chantelle's not the enemy, Michelle.
Well, until you mess up, say something wrong,
do something wrong.
I dunno. Some women these days seem to be very forgiving on that front.
- You and a certain detective... - Oh!
Yeah!
You're right. It's not your fault. I accept your apology.
And Hamish?
We've decided to have a break.
I dunno, maybe relationships with civilians is just too hard.
Maybe it's us, not them. We're just a different breed.
I mean, no-one really gets me like...
(PHONE BEEPS)
Ah. It's Nicole, she's skipping yoga class.
- I gotta go and pick her up. - Oh, cool.
So, we're good, yeah?
We're a team, aren't we?
Guys, can't stay. Hey, don't forget, working bee tomorrow at my place.
Don't you be late.
So, little lady, are you ready to paint the town?
Oh, babe, I don't know if I'm up for it.
What else are you gonna do... sit around at home like a sad sack?
- Get those dancin' shoes... - (LAUGHS)
Hey, I'm not going anywhere, mate.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I see you've tidied your room up.
Does that mean you're moving out?
Nah. I thought you'd miss me too much.
The truth is I would miss you, son.
I like having you around.
So does Fiona.
Really? She said that?
Well, not in so many words,
but she said you reminded her of her younger brother.
(LAUGHS)
Goodnight, Dad.
(DOOR CLOSES)
FIONA: (GIGGLES) Stop it!
(SHANE AND FIONA LAUGH) (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. #