(UP-BEAT MUSlC PLAYS)
I'm just saying, if we had have gone an hour further north
we would have got a way longer right-hander at Crescent.
How would you know?
You spent most of your time checking out the scenery.
Those babes were checking out me, Chasey.
Yeah, they couldn't get over the size of your head.
Good looks, chiselled abs.
They're only human.
(MOTORBlKE ENGlNE REVS)
- Have you got anything decent in here? - JORDAN: Yeah, my car, my music.
Which reminds me, you both owe me 50 bucks for petrol.
- But I paid for lunch. - You ate most of it too, pal.
I've never seen someone scoff down a bucket of chicken that fast, Chasey-boy.
I was hungry. That's what happens when you actually get in the water.
- (ALL LAUGH) - Jordan!
(TYRES SCREECH)
- CHASE: Jordan, what have you got? - Not much.
Uh, a medikit. Take the bike rider.
Dean!
Yeah, we're on our way. Let's go, go, go, go.
(SlREN WAlLS)
- MAN: Help! Get me out of here! - WOMAN: Please help!
- Can anybody hear me?! - (WOMAN WHlMPERS)
- Help! - Oh, God! Oh, God. (CRlES)
I'm not gonna lie to you. Your leg's ripped up pretty bad.
Help!
I-l c-can't feel anything.
A delayed reaction. It's gonna hit any second.
- WOMAN: (CRlES) Help! - MAN: Shut up! Help! We're trapped!
(LOUD CREAKlNG)
I'm gonna have to clean up this leg. It'll sting.
But it's gonna hurt me a lot more than it's gonna hurt you.
Aarggh!
Liar!
- (SlRENS WAlL) - Chase, how are you guys doing?
We can't wait until you get here.
The bus isn't secure. It could tip at any moment.
Yeah, alright. Use whatever you can to minimise neck and spine movements.
Yep, already on it.
- (MAN SHOUTS) - (WOMAN SCREAMS)
- (CREAKlNG) - Help us!
Get me out of here!
- What are you...? What are you doing? - WOMAN: Please help!
- Get me out of here. - Hey. My name's Jordan.
- Can you hear me up back? - You gotta get us out of here.
OK, listen. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?
I just need you to stay calm.
You're just a bunch of surfies. You don't know what you're doing.
- (GRlNDlNG) - Shit! Shit!
(WOMAN GASPS AND SCREAMS)
Listen, I need you to stay calm, OK? You've gotta trust me.
We might not look like rescue guys, but we are.
OK? So just stay put, man. We'll get you out.
- (CREAKlNG) - Chase!
- Grab a surfboard! - What are you doing? What's that for?
I'm gonna use it as a stretcher, mate.
That's gonna take too long. Just... just get me out.
My name is Luke. Luke Mortley.
- Buddy, stay cool. - Know the name?
I'll pay you. Just get me out first.
- Hey, did you hear what I said? Hey? - (CREAKlNG)
- What are you...? - (WOMAN WHlMPERS)
Quick, mate. Just get me out, man.
Alright. I've got his left arm.
- Can you take his weight? - CHASE: (STRAlNS) One, two, three.
I didn't cause that crash, mate.
(BREATHES HEAVlLY) The bus was swerving all over the road.
Up.
- (WOMAN WHlMPERS) - JORDAN: Hey, hey!
- Wait! Wait! - CHASE: Whoa, wait. I got ya.
- Stay there. Stay down... - (CREAKlNG AND GRlNDlNG)
(SHOUTlNG)
(WOMAN CRlES HYSTERlCALLY)
(WOMAN CALMS)
(CREAKlNG)
- (GRlNDlNG) - Whoa!
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(SHOUTS) No! No! Luke! Luke, stay there.
Luke, listen to me. Listen to me, Luke.
Don't move forward. Don't move forward, mate.
Help!
If you move forward, the bus will tip.
Stay up the back. I promise you help's on its way, alright?
- Help is on its way. Bingo! - LUKE: You do something!
(CREAKlNG)
- JORDAN: What do we do? - Secure it to your car?
No rope.
Well, it's not gonna hold for long.
(PHONE RlNGS)
Yeah, Dean.
Right, we're 1 0 minutes away. How are you guys doing?
- They're 1 0 minutes away. - 1 0 minutes. Gotta do something now.
- (SlRENS WAlL) - Chase, what's happening?
(GRlNDlNG, SCREAMlNG)
- It's gonna drop! Shit, gotta go! - Chase!
(WOMAN SCREAMS, WHlMPERS)
- WOMAN: Help! (CRlES) - LUKE: Hurry up!
Ellie, Luke, OK, we're gonna get you out this way.
You're gonna be OK.
JORDAN: Chase!
- (BOTH GRUNT) - (GRlNDlNG)
- (ELLlE SCREAMS) - LUKE: Help!
(SCREAMS)
- My uncle is Tony Mortley. - Give me your hand!
I promise he'll pay 10 grand. It's yours.
- (GRlNDlNG) - (SCREAMS)
Help!
Jordan, get out of the bus! It's gonna go!
Jordo, get out of there! It's going over!
(GRlNDlNG AND CREAKlNG)
(ELLlE SCREAMS)
(GRlNDlNG STOPS)
(ELLlE SCREAMS)
(CRASH!)
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.
(SlRENS WAlL)
(SUBDUED MUSlC)
(HELlCOPTER WHlRRS OVERHEAD)
(MUSlC CONTlNUES)
- How's the rider? - His leg's not pretty.
Months of skin grafts ahead for him.
You OK?
Yeah. Great end to a weekend.
(SlGHS) Here.
- I couldn't get 'em both out. - Yeah, well, no-one's blaming you, mate.
I don't know. Maybe if I did something different...
Jordan, you did what you could do with what you had.
Don't beat yourself up, right?
MAN: Are you right to get up, mate? This way.
- I meant what I said! - Watch your step.
- What was that about? - Uh, nothing.
(SlREN BLARES)
Yeah, righto, mate. Well, uh, keep your head up. See you.
That was Len Devonish from the Service Division.
Got ripped off by some woman he met online.
She said she liked picnics, walks on the beach.
Next thing she's cleaning out his bank account.
- Did he report it? - Yeah.
Well, cops deal with hundreds of these cases.
Put you off dating, wouldn't it?
Yeah. It's tough out there.
- How is everyone? - Uh...
You know, Accident lnvestigation will want to talk to them tomorrow.
It's lucky they were there at all. It could have been a lot worse.
- (SlGHS) Any need for a debrief? - Affirmative.
I'm taking them now.
(UP-BEAT MUSlC PLAYS, HUBBUB)
- Alright? - Yeah.
- Cheers. Cheers, Vince. - Good.
For the lady in red.
You reckon he meant it? Luke Mortley?
Don't know, don't care, mate.
You don't care about 1 0 grand?
Are you saying I got Luke out of that bus for the money?
- Mate, I didn't say that, I just... - CHASE: What's up?
Nothing.
She probably used malware to access his computer.
- 'Malware'? - Yeah.
It's a renegade software program used by hackers.
It searches through your database looking for a password.
All she'd need is a few of his personal details.
Which Len provided to the dating service.
Yeah. Malware would do the rest. It's pretty sophisticated stuff.
You know, any 1 2-year-old could do it.
- So, is it alright to tell him? - No.
- Absolutely not. - But a motorbike!
Lara, it's the thin edge of the wedge.
I mean, what comes next?
"Get a haircut, wear these pants"? Come on.
Yeah, but look at that guy today with his leg all mashed up.
All it takes is one slip-up and you're road kill.
Lara, you cannot tell Hamish what he can and can't do.
Don't you see the hypocrisy here?
I mean, you throw yourself off buildings.
I don't see Hamish telling you that you can't do it.
If you want my advice, don't come between a man and his machine.
- You're right. (DlALS) - As always.
- You tell him. - I'm not telling him.
- Yeah, he'll listen to you. - He won't listen to me...
- Hi, honey. Hi. - Forget... Don't do... No, no.
Dean wants to talk to you about something.
- I'm not gonna talk to him. - OK, bye.
(WHlSPERS) Here you go. Thank you. I'll be right back.
Hamish.
Yeah, no, I'm good, I'm good.
Listen, uh, Lara tells me you're gonna buy a motorbike.
Oh, really?
What year?
I like him, but he's not really much of a team player.
- Who? - Bingo.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Oi. How did you save this much?
Do you have another job l don't know about?
That's a mistake, mate. I only had a few hundred in there the other day.
(LAUGHS) I guess the drinks are on you, buddy.
It's a mistake, pal. I'm taking the money back.
Yeah, alright. Don't stress. It's still happy hour.
10 grand! It's yours!
Uh, yeah, Tony Mortley.
- Over there, mate. - Cheers.
MAN: You're dropping your right a bit.
Yeah. Keep your guard up, mate. Weight on your left foot.
Tony Mortley? I'm here because of your nephew, Luke.
Check your bank account. The transaction's already done.
I know. That's why I'm here.
If you're hitting me up for more, forget it.
- It's one payment only. - I don't actually want your money.
What do you want?
See, there's money in my account that shouldn't be there.
- You saved my nephew. - It's part of the job.
You know, I don't do it to...
The way I understand it, you had a choice.
No choice. No choice. I grabbed Luke and that was it.
This has gotta be a first.
Someone who doesn't want my money.
Hey, Bubba... (CHUCKLES) .. got a man of honour here.
Take back the money and we're done.
Look, I can deposit, l can't withdraw.
It's in your account. Your money now.
If you don't want it... give it to a charity.
- BlNGO: $1 0,000? - CHASE: Bank mistake, Jordan reckons.
Tony Mortley's come good, then.
What was that about Tony Mortley?
Uh, he's the-the uncle of the bloke we pulled out of the bus yesterday.
- And? - And nothing.
Tony Mortley is not the kind of bloke you want to mess with.
VlNCE: Can I help you?
- HElDl: You have to tell Michelle. - What's that gonna look like?
Well, if you don't say anything, what's that gonna look like?
When the banks open, I'm giving the money back.
- Jordan. - Don't say anything.
That's Beth Robson...
.. sister of the woman who died yesterday.
She wants to know the circumstances of her death.
- It will be in the official report. - Sure.
But you can tell her what you know. I think it will help.
- You can't deal with this? - I could.
But I think it's better coming from you. Do it.
(SlGHS)
I can't believe it's happened.
I feel numb.
- Is that normal? - Yeah.
Yeah, you know, uh, everyone reacts differently
when... when someone, you know...
.. passes.
"Passes"?
You make it sound so temporary.
Like she's coming back.
Can you tell me what happened?
Uh, the accident had already happened when we got there.
The bus was tipping over the edge of the cliff.
I got the driver, l got the passenger out.
And my sister, did you talk to her? Did she say anything?
Help!
(SNlFFLES) I feel so bad. We had this fight.
It was about nothing. Stupid stuff.
Beth, l... I gotta go. I gotta go back to work.
Oh. Of course.
I'm sorry for taking up your time.
Hey, how come Ellie was the only one left on the bus?
Why didn't she make it out?
I'm really sorry for your loss.
Come on. A Ducati 900 at that price? It's worth double.
If Hamish doesn't buy it, I will.
That's a great idea. You buy it.
- What? - Well, if you buy it, then Hamish can't.
Oh, OK, so it's OK for me to become road kill?
No. That's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying just don't ride it, keep it garaged.
- What's the point in that? - As an investment.
You just said it was worth double, right? Is that what you said?
You seriously don't understand the male...
A garaged Ducati - what, are you mad?
Man, what have you been smoking? Go away.
VlNCE: Hang on a minute. Vanessa.
I didn't poison our son against... what's-his-face.
No, if Sam thinks he's a tool, he probably is a tool.
I talk the bloke up.
(CHUCKLES) He what?
No, no, no, I'm not laughing.
No. Well, you gotta admit, that's pretty creative.
Yeah, bye. (CHUCKLES)
What is so funny?
Vanessa's new bloke. Sam spiked his power drink with a laxative.
And what are you going to do about it?
- Nothing. - (LAUGHS)
- (PHONE RlNGS) - Rescue Special Operations.
That's my boy.
(READS) "l will never accept gifts of cash
"and, as a general rule, I will not accept any gifts or benefits."
Bingo, is there anything you want to tell me?
Better send back some of those scented candles I got in the mail.
ClU want you, Jordan and Chase at the accident site.
Rightio.
JORDAN: Yeah, so we pulled up, grabbed a medikit out of the boot.
I gave it to Bingo. He went straight over to the bike rider.
Then what?
I ran over to the bus to get a closer look.
Hey. My name's Jordan. Can you hear me up back?
And what happened in the bus just before it went over?
- Give me your hand! - I promise he'll pay you 10 grand.
- It's yours. - (GRl N Dl NG)
- (SCREAM I NG) - Help!
CHASE: Jordan, get out of the bus! It's gonna go!
Get out of there! It's going over!
(GRl N Dl NG)
(ELLl E SCREAMS)
(CRASH!)
JORDAN: l-l reached out.
Uh, the rest is a blur.
So you two were both outside the bus at this stage?
CHASE AND BlNGO: Yeah.
Could you see or hear anything that was happening inside the bus?
Not really. There was a lot of noise.
Yeah, I didn't see anything.
Ellie Robson.
- Is she the one who died? - Yep.
OK. We'll notify next of kin.
Uh, actually, l-l know her sister. I'd like to return it, if I may.
It should be OK. Let me log it first.
- (SlGHS) - (PHONE BEEPS)
So, what do you what me to do?
Post a profile on romanticfool. com
and see if my mate's con woman appears.
- It's called a honey trap. - Yeah, I know what it's called.
- Uh, why don't you do it? - Nah, I'm not comfortable with it.
Come on, Vince. You gotta get back out there sooner or later.
It's not about me dating, it's about helping out a mate.
Right.
- Try "rugged outdoors type". - (LAUGHS)
Women like men who can dance.
Isn't that a euphemism for 'good in bed'?
MlCHELLE: You could write that.
Well, it was 1 5 years ago, but from what I remember...
- OK, I'm out of here. - Michelle!
- (LAUGHS) - Yeah, come on.
Why don't you put, "Tough but fair, sensitive type
"who likes cats and dogs" - just in case - "reading poetry in bed"?
Enough. Enough. I'm gonna tell it like it is.
(TYPES) "Twice divorced, kids to both wives.
"Uh, I'm a rescue guy who likes a round of golf, going surfing...
".. and chilling out in my down time."
Done.
I hope you find someone, Vince.
Hey. It's not for me.
It's for a mate.
What do you want?
I came over to give you this. It was found on the bus.
And to say that l... I really am sorry.
I don't have enough vases.
- Beth, about what happened... - (PHONE RlNGS)
Hello?
Thank you.
No. No, we don't... we don't know when the funeral will be yet.
Yes, I will let you know when I know.
Goodbye. (HANGS UP)
(SlGHS)
That was another well-wisher.
I-l can't stand it.
I didn't... I didn't actually realise how expensive it is to bury someone.
I can't tell people when the funeral will be
because l-l can't afford to pay for it.
My sister is dead
and that's all that I can think about, is money.
(SNlFFLES) I'm-I'm sorry.
What were you, um... what were you talking about?
It was, um, something about what happened?
There's an ambulance fund that can help you with that.
- Really? - Yeah.
I'll look into it for you. You let me know, OK?
(CRlES) Thank you.
(SOBS)
VlNCE: How did it go at the site yesterday?
Yeah, pretty straightforward.
Crash Unit finished their report yet?
Oh, it's expected in later today.
But as far as I know, it shouldn't be a problem.
- Unless you've got something to add. - No. All good.
Accepting gifts in the service is seen as bribery. It's a sackable offence.
- Yeah, I'm aware. - Good.
'Cause if you were offered cash on duty, you need to report it.
- Mm-hm. - Sooner rather than later.
Hey, Jordan, can I have a word?
So, I just got off the phone from Beth Robson.
She said something about an ambulance fund.
Apparently it's gonna help her pay for her sister's funeral,
and you told her all about it.
There's no such thing, Jordan. What is she talking about?
(SlGHS) She's broke, her sister's dead, OK?
I'm helping her out. There's nothing wrong with that.
Yeah, it's not your money. You forget that bit.
Look, Jordan, I get it, OK?
You lost someone at the crash site, you feel responsible, but you're not.
What if I am?
Even if you are - which I highly doubt -
Iying to this poor woman so you can feel OK about it?
That's not the answer. You know that.
(PHONE BEEPS)
- What's that? - Nothing.
Hey, what did the bank say? Do you get to keep the money?
- Hmm? - No.
You piece of shit!
- You think you can blackmail me?! - What are you on about?
What, you're gonna deny following me too?!
Mate, I'm watching your back, dickhead.
You're in deep shit. Are you aware of that?
The only reason you still have a job is l haven't told anybody about the money.
This isn't what it looks like.
I gotta tell you, Jordan, from where I'm standing, it looks pretty bad.
Luke Mortley offers you money to save him
and you end up with 1 0K in the bank.
- I tried giving it back. - Oh, really?
You're on your way to his place right now, are you?
I didn't think so.
You think Crash lnvestigation aren't gonna ask you
where you got that money from, why someone paid you 1 0 grand?
Mate, I'm not gonna lose my job over this.
If somebody asks me, I'm not gonna lie to save your arse.
Well, what are you gonna do about it?
Mate, this isn't about me. What are you gonna do?
Can you believe it? It's only been one day.
LARA: Looks like your warts-and-all approach worked.
Or there's a lot of desperate women out there.
- Oh, yeah. - Hey, how's this one?
(READS) "Do you use a five iron? Because I prefer wood."
- DEAN: Ha! Class. - (LAUGHS) Whoa!
- I don't get it. - Look out.
Hey, wait on. Look at this one. That's her.
- Which one? - Lazy Sunday's.
My mate Len, he told me. Look.
(READS) "l enjoy picnics in the sun, long walks on the beach
"and lying in bed on Sundays."
- Definitely her. - DEAN: You have to reply.
Uh, "Lazy Sunday's, lots in common, let's hook up."
- "Let's hook up"? - What's wrong with that?
Why don't you ask her how much she charges while you're at it?
If you can do better, hey.
"Dear Lazy Sunday's, lt was nice to hear from you."
"Nice"? Who are you writing to - your grandmother? Come on.
"Lazy Sunday's,
"You sound like a woman after my own heart.
"Can I interest you...
".. in a candlelit dinner?"
That'll do it, yeah.
(BEEP!)
This is for you.
- Cash? - Yeah.
It's a liquid fund, you know, so I'm gonna take care of all the paperwork.
But the money's yours.
Stay?
- No, I can't. (CLEARS THROAT) - Please?
Beth, I can't.
This isn't me trying to pay you back for the cash, if that's what you think this is.
Will you just lie with me?
I don't want to be alone.
Help!
(PHONE BEEPS)
I'm sorry, but there's something l need to do.
Vince?
- Lazy Sunday's? - (LAUGHS) Please, it's Yvette.
Oh, thank you. It's beautiful.
Is something wrong?
No. Sorry.
It's just that you look like your photo. It's kind of rare.
(CHUCKLES) You didn't post yours.
No. I like my privacy.
A bit strange with online dating.
Yeah, I guess it's unfair, but I like to check the guy out first.
You can never be too careful.
- So, have I passed the initial test? - With flying colours.
WAlTRESS: Here are your menus.
So you've been doing me over and your boss.
Before you say a thing, mate, there is no money.
I don't care. I'll lose my job.
- This ends here and this ends now. - Are you finished?
I've got a message from Tony Mortley.
Don't worry about your blackmailer. He won't be bothering you anymore.
It's all been taken care of.
Hey!
How does Tony know?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Well, I can't say my drive's much cop, but I can hold my own with a putter.
We should do a round sometime, nine holes.
I'd love to.
- So, rescue. - It's a job.
And a good pick-up line.
What woman doesn't want to be rescued from time to time?
Yeah, well, I mainly leave the heroics to the younger blokes these days.
There's only so many buildings you can jump out of before your back gives out.
Ah. This is where l come to the rescue.
I'm a trained physio.
Back problems are my specialty.
Oh. You got a card?
Um... actually, no.
- (LAUGHS) I'm all out. - Really?
- Uh, business name? - I work for myself.
(LAUGHS) You're good.
Yeah.
I was almost taken in.
Do you adjust your profession to suit the target?
- (LAUGHS) What are you talking about? - You.
Ripping off the guys you meet online, like my mate.
Len Devonish. Ring any bells?
I haven't ripped anyone off.
Just a coincidence his bank account was cleaned out and you don't answer calls?
I broke contact with Len because l didn't want to see him anymore.
Maybe I should have told him in person, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
What about removing your profile?
I'm a single mum.
Sometimes I go offline to protect myself from the freaks out there.
And clearly you're one of them.
(SlGHS)
Did you, uh, speak to Hamish yet?
I hinted about it. Yes, I did.
I talked about bike death stats.
But I don't think he was listening. Come on.
Either that or he's pretending not to listen.
- What? - It's like a male defence mechanism.
- Huh! - Hamish isn't like you.
- He's not that devious. - (LAUGHS)
Lara, you know, you're like every other woman I've known, Lara.
Such a compliment.
Seriously, you get a guy and you want him to be some sort of a tiger.
- A tiger? - Yeah, you know, a tiger.
A lion, 'king of the jungle' type. Whatever. It doesn't matter.
When you finally get him, you want him to play it safe,
sit at home, talk about soft furnishings or whatever.
Pretty soon you look around and you see your guy and you think,
"Hey, he's not a tiger, he's a pussy."
- Hey, Sherlock. - (GROANS) Hey.
- Did she confess? - Uh... yes and no.
"Yes and no"? What does that mean?
Well, she admitted going out with Len, but...
But what?
She's not the con woman type, you know? She's too nice.
Come on, Vince. Too nice?
That's the ploy of the con artist.
How do you think they keep getting away with it?
I'd keep an eye on your bank accounts if I was you.
Hey, did you find anything out about her? Did you get her address?
No, she left in a huff after l accused her of ripping off Len.
Well, wasn't that the whole point of meeting up with her -
To get information to give to the police?
HElDl: You've got to tell someone, Jordan.
What for? The money's with someone who needs it, OK?
- What else is there to say? - Uh, what about the truth?
What if the truth is that I got Luke out because he offered me money?
- I don't believe you'd do that. - Well, how do you know? Hmm?
How do I know l wasn't affected by it?
Jordan, we make snap decisions every day. You can't stop to analyse them.
I can't remember.
VlNCE: (OVER RADlO) Rescue Base to Rescue Patrol.
- Uh, Vince, what's up? - Freaky thing.
Your bus driver on the weekend...
Yeah, what about him?
He was crossing the road and got hit by a car.
Where?
No need to attend. The ambos are there.
Where, Vince?
(Sl RENS WAl L)
Mate, what happened?
Don't worry about your blackmailer. He won't be bothering you anymore.
It's all been taken care of.
- How can that be? - What's up?
Someone's accessed my account.
Uh, not accessed, accessing - they're doing it now.
But how?
Looks like they've gone through a back in our server.
What does that mean?
It means that someone's piggybacking onto your internet connection.
But to do that...
.. they've gotta be within a 50m radius.
That van.
- What are you doing here? - I'm making a delivery.
Right.
Good.
Loony.
Hey, Vince.
Hey! Here!
Hey, what have you got there, hey?
- Get off me! I'll call the cops. - Hey?
Yeah, righto, what have you got here? Aha! That's familiar.
Yeah, you call the cops, mate. Tell them what sort of a scam you're running.
- How old are you, anyway? - Get off me, old man.
Hey, enough of the 'old'.
Here, Heidi.
Got a boyfriend?
(SARCASTlCALLY) No. We should go out.
Pick a night.
Do you parents have any idea what you're doing?
(SlGHS) They're divorced.
Right. So am I calling your mother or your father?
- It's the cops, then. - Mum.
- Number? - Don't you already have it?
Lazy Sunday's. That's you?
Yep.
Does she know about this?
Here you go.
Got anything stronger?
So, let me guess - you don't like your mum dating again,
so you thought you'd get back at her?
- What about your dad? - Never see him anymore.
He's always too busy... or arguing with Mum.
Shouldn't you be in school?
I've already passed Year 1 0 with straight As.
It's only July.
High school computers have got even less protection than yours.
(GlGGLES)
Why didn't you tell us about this before?
(SlGHS) Oh, Jordan, l-l don't know what to say.
The bus driver, it's my fault.
Look, we don't know that yet.
OK? Go home.
- But l... - That is not a suggestion.
I have no choice, Jordan.
You're on suspension until further notice.
What about the money? Does Beth get to keep the money?
You should be more worried about your career.
Well, I don't want the money, Tony Mortley doesn't want the money...
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I just got off the phone from the hospital.
The bus driver regained consciousness.
He said no-one pushed him, he stepped out in front of a car
'cause he felt bad about what happened at the cliff.
I'll let, uh, Crash lnvestigations know.
- Thanks, Heidi. - Yep.
In the meantime, go home, Jordan.
And stay away from Beth Robson.
(SlGHS)
- (PHONE RlNGS) - This kid's a genius.
- He's upgrading our virus protection. - Vince Marchello, Rescue Special Ops.
Uh-huh. Where?
Righto. Cheers.
Chase, got a guy hanging off a roof in the city.
Take Bingo. It's Tony Mortley's place.
Sadly inadequate protection, Vince.
- That's 'Mr Marchello' to you. - (LAUGHS)
Luckily, I've developed an anti-hacking app.
And I've also built a firewall around your account.
- Ah. - Yeah, that's a good thing.
(PHONE RlNGS)
Chase?
TONY: You can stay down there, you little toerag!
- LUKE: No! - What's going on?
I know you're supposed to be on suspension, but go and take a look.
Help!
Down here! Hey!
Jordan! Help me, brother!
- Hey! - How did he get there?
He jumped down there to get away from me.
You know the reason he offered you money?
Because he knew I'd pay.
Not him. Never him!
So I put the money straight into your account,
because I knew if I didn't, he'd keep it for himself.
Luke's been sending the texts. Figured he'd get the money anyway.
- Luke's the blackmailer? - Yeah.
My nephew.
So do you want to rescue him a second time or just leave him there?
(SlGHS)
Luke, give me your hand.
(GRUNTS)
- JORDAN: Give me your hand! - CHASE: Jordan, get out of the bus!
BlNGO: Jordo, get out of there! It's going over!
(ELLlE SCREAMS, CRlES)
LUKE: Get outta my way! (GRUNTS)
(CREAKlNG AND GRlNDlNG)
(ELLlE SCREAMS)
(STRAlNS)
Help me.
CHASE: Jordan!
If there was no cash fund, where was the money coming from?
Tony Mortley.
Who's Tony Mortley?
Luke Mortley's uncle.
I grabbed Luke from the bus.
So why was his uncle giving you money?
(SlGHS)
Luke promised that if I grabbed him from the bus, he'd pay me.
No. Be-Beth, I wasn't listening.
I... I didn't even... I didn't even hear that.
Get out.
- No, no, Beth... - You could have saved my sister?
- Well... - I don't want your blood money.
- (SLAP!) - Get out!
- Get out! Get out! - Beth...
You could have saved my sister! Leave me alone!
If I could have saved her, l would have.
- Get out! - I had no choice.
Get out! Get out! Get out!
(CRlES)
(WHlSPERS) It's OK. It's OK.
(SlGHS)
Thanks for calling me and not the police.
He'll have to make restitution to the victims.
I checked his account - it's mostly all still sitting there.
Didn't do it for the money.
Some comfort, I suppose.
I, uh... mostly enjoyed our date the other night.
Me too.
- I can play golf. - (LAUGHS)
Well, maybe we could, uh, try another dinner sometime.
I'd like that.
Stay out of trouble, Todd.
- You too, Vince. - (PHONE RlNGS)
(YVETTE STARTS ENGlNE)
- LARA: I took your advice. - You took my advice?
This one time, yes.
I figured as long as he doesn't drive fast or travel at peak hour,
we can reduce the risk of anything bad happening.
I'd love to know how you're going to enforce that rule.
- I'll be riding with him. - Whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec.
Lara, you don't want to be riding pillion.
Do you have any idea how many people
fall off the back of motorcycles every year?
- This is not a safe option. - Who says I want to play it safe?
Besides, I'm not turning my man into a pussy.
(SlGHS) Oh, she's gonna drive me mad.
- ClU have finished their report. - And?
The official finding is
that the bus driver panicked when a spider landed on him,
he swerved across the road.
And you were put into a position where you had to make a choice.
- That's it? - As far as they're concerned, yes.
- And the money? - Tony Mortley doesn't want it.
Buy you a beer?
Sure. Just not tonight, eh?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Another time.
(SlGHS) Are you OK?
I saved the wrong person.
You weren't to know that, Jordan.
Yeah, well, that doesn't help Beth.