(ROCK MUSlC PLAYS, ENGlNES REV)
(MAN WHOOPS)
(MAN CONTlNUES WHOOPlNG)
(ENGlNES REV)
MAN: You're going down. You're going down. Ready to lose?
Alright, now, you just be ready. When I say, "Do it," hit the nitro.
We got it, eh? We got it.
Alright. Tonight's the night.
You're nervous, bro.
We'll be at the car park at Macca's before you're even into third, alright?
I can't hear you, bro. I can't hear you over my massive engine.
(WHlSTLlNG, ENGlNES REV)
Come on, Sammy. Will you ever beat me, bro?
You're cursed. You're cursed.
- She's with me too. - Get out of your car.
(STATlC FROM SCANNER)
(ENGlNES REV, CHEERlNG)
- You look nervous, Timster. - Stay calm, Timmy.
Remember, when the nitro hits, you hold tight and keep a straight line, OK?
Be ready.
(WHlSTLlNG)
- Go! - (ENGlNES THRASH)
Pick it up.
That's it. Here we go.
- Whoo! - Come on!
Yes! Yes! Come on!
Yes, you've got him.
Whoo! (LAUGHS)
OK, now, hold it smoother here.
Pick it up, pick it up. Come on!
Whoo!
Now! Hit the nitro.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
(TYRES SQUEAL)
What is that?
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
- (CRASH!) - (GLASS SHATTERS)
(SlREN WAlLS)
MAN: (ON RADlO) All units, single MVA. Two persons trapped...
DEAN: I want the warm zone set back to 30m.
We've got live powerlines, so warn all your guys.
Alright, hot zone is 8m. Treat those shipping containers as live.
Power company says any second now.
- We'll also need... - LARA: More stabilising.
- Alright. Jordan, how long? - Two seconds.
- Any thoughts? - Pull the driver through the door.
Passenger through the windscreen.
Too narrow for a spine board. Heidi, not too close.
HElDl: Can anyone hear me?
My name's Heidi Wilson. I'm with Rescue Special Operations.
Alright. So the only way out's through the driver's side door.
DEAN: Grab a ladder and KED. Go, go.
- HElDl: Dean! - Yeah.
- I need you here now. - LARA: What's wrong?
The passenger - it's Sam Marchello.
Marchello.
Get a move on. It's Vince's son. Go, go, go.
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.
I have to admit
that I did actually check you out at the pub before I agreed to...
- I was in the dark as much as you. - I know.
But some of the guys I've been set up with...
You know, I know my friends mean well, but because I'm single, I'm desperate.
(LAUGHS)
Well, you didn't run the other way when you saw me.
That shows a distinct lack of judgement.
I liked your eyes. And I thought you had an honest laugh.
You're not so bad yourself.
So... second date.
Shall we go to my place or yours after this?
(LAUGHS)
Or we could talk about dessert first.
And then we can... talk about dessert.
(LAUGHS)
Ay!
(PHONE VlBRATES)
You can... get that.
(SlGHS) I'm gonna kill whoever this is.
Yeah. Deano, I told you l was off air tonight.
Didn't I make that clear...?
What about Sam?
DEAN: Power's been off for 1 0 minutes. Team's in there working now. Out.
Sam's doing good. BP's OK. He's conscious. Legs are entangled.
- Spinal? - LARA: All clear at this stage.
- Pain? - He's had Max and morph.
- What about the driver? - Not so good. Query spinal.
Driver is still unconscious.
Heidi, out.
- No tough love, Vince. Just love, OK? - Just gonna talk to him.
- Watch him. - Yep.
(STRAlNS)
G'day, mate. You OK?
Dad!
Any pain?
- Dad, is Timmy...? - We're stabilising him, alright?
How's your chest? (STRAlNS) Breathe.
Wiggle your toes for me. Good boy.
What were you even doing out on a school night?
You serious?
Why was the car going so fast?
We weren't, Dad. It wasn't...
Mate, I know how fast it was going just by looking. What were you doing?
Sammy? Sammy, stay awake.
- Just get me out of here, alright? - OK... OK.
Just... don't go anywhere.
Funny.
Chase, down. I want you in there with a ram.
- Whoa, whoa... - Heidi, keep monitoring Sam.
Jordan, I want those rear air shores down.
We're gonna rip the bloody boot off this thing, get Sam out that way.
Remove those struts, you destabilise the whole thing, put us in danger.
Front wheels are gonna have to do.
That driver is touch-and-go in there, Vince.
You'll be compromising his life just to get Sam out faster.
Are you willing to do that?
Yes, I am.
Vince, you're not in charge here, OK?
Alright, no emotions, no shortcuts - they're your rules, Vince.
Chase, Jordan, get moving!
Sorry, Vince.
You bastards. I'll do it myself!
Alright, Vince. Vince. Think. Think!
- (SHOUTS) That's my son in there! - I know. I know.
Monitoring duties. Come on, take it.
- We got it. - Take it, Vince!
Go. Move.
(STATlC ON SCANNER)
ELECTRONlCALLY DlSTORTED VOlCE: Rescue,
they were racing just before they crashed.
This is Rescue 2. Hello? Who's this?
You have to listen to me. They could have hurt someone.
I was just trying to slow them down.
Lara, hurry up with those patient shields!
Who is this?
You have to understand, they've got to be stopped.
Listen, whoever you are, this frequency's reserved.
Emergency services only.
This isn't finished.
Hey, did you hear that on the radio?
Yeah, we'll deal with that later.
Boys!
One, two, three. Go.
Again.
- Yep. - OK.
They were drag-racing again, weren't they?
We're yet to ascertain the cause of the accident, sir.
I've told you blokes they race here and you just sit on your hands.
Excuse me, sir. Who are you?
I'm Graham Starkey,
president of the Keep Our Streets Safe Community Action Group.
We are sick and tired of the police doing nothing
about these... maniacs.
Can you get this cold zone back another 1 0m? Take them with you.
You're an ambulance at the base of a cliff with no-one building fences at the top.
We need more police. Just look at the resources.
What does it cost to save a criminal with a death wish?
- You can see how pointless it all is. - (SOFTLY) Just ignore him, alright?
He says someone high-beamed them on purpose.
Yeah, right. He's been street-racing. Did he tell you that?
Street-racing. There's a horsepower adder on the dash.
Thought I could smell gas. Gas detector!
- Where's the gas detector? - Here.
- What's going on? - Nitrous oxide.
Shit. Get him out of there! Get Sam out of there!
LARA: We've got fire-extinguishers!
- Dad, what's happening? - Nitro tanks are leaking.
Shut down the tools. No sparks.
- What's happening, Dad?! - Sammy, I got you, mate.
- I've got a high reading here. - (BEEPlNG)
Sparks from the tail-light. Get off the car. Move, move!
(BOOM!)
VlNCE: Get us out of here!
HElDl: Vince, tell me what you need.
Just a spine board. Get him out of here!
It's OK. I got you, mate. Dad's here. I got you.
I got you.
OK, his obs are stable. He's tachycardic. GCS at 1 4.
Squeeze my hands.
Alright. Breathe. Chest clear.
- Feel that pain? - (SNAPS) I'm fine!
- I'm OK, alright? - Abdo clear.
- You're one lucky little... - MAN: Uh, Vince.
Yeah, mate?
Gonna have to talk to your boy later about the street racing.
(MUTTERS) Yeah.
- You could be in a lot of trouble. - We weren't even driving, Dad.
Can't you just...
Hey, uh, Kev, mate...
JORDAN: Hey, here's another rant from that Starkey bloke.
He's saying that street racing is an epidemic.
Well, five deaths in five months - maybe he's got a point.
Sam's incredibly lucky getting away with only a few cuts and bruises.
Thank goodness.
- Hello? - Hey. What are you... doing here?
- Hello, Chase. - Uh, right.
Um, guys, this is Emma Griffiths.
She's a counsellor for the services. I'm seeing her...
I mean... uh, um, l was seeing her professionally
but I'm not... seeing her, um...
- She, uh, cured me. - Are you sure about that?
Sorry, um, I'm looking for Sam and Vince Marchello.
Uh, right. They're, um, just, um...
Um, yeah.
How do you feel about your friend - the one you were racing -
Having taken off and left you?
Troy? I don't know. I mean... what could he have done?
If he'd hung around, he would've got arrested.
- Some mate. - Vince, we agreed.
- If you're gonna sit in... - OK, OK, I'm sorry.
You're right. Proceed.
(SlGHS) Troy is a mate, actually.
- This is pointless. (SlGHS) - Sit down.
Hey, it's counselling or the cops throw the book at you.
Best I could do. Your choice.
(SlGHS)
- (TAPS SEAT) - How are things at school, Sam?
In general.
I'm gonna fail my exams just like I failed my trials.
Has anything happened this year to make your grades suffer?
I put it to him and Mum breaking up.
They didn't seem to care how it affected the kids.
- So, during your parents' break-up... - Wait a minute. Whoa. Hey.
This had nothing to do with me and your mother.
- You didn't study... - You two were always screaming...
- Now you're blaming everything on us? - I'm not blaming everything on you...
- (BOTH CONTlNUE ARGUlNG) - OK, both of you just need...
- VlNCE: Of course I'm gonna react! - SAM: Oh, just back off, Dad!
Vince's therapy session's coming along, then.
Sam, wait in the car, unless you want me...
Yeah, yeah, if I want to go to the cop shop. Great threat, Dad.
What are you standing around for? Let's go.
Sure. Where are we going?
Vince has organised for us to attend a police initiative - Meet the Streets.
VlNCE: Let's just turn up and talk to the street racers,
relay some horror stories, scare them into driving slower.
It's a good cause.
More like paying off Vince's debt to the cops for going easy on Sam.
Hey. What are you doing tonight?
- What, you're not gonna talk to me? - (SOFTLY) We're in public.
(SOFTLY) Yeah, so I don't exist?
Look, Chase, you're cute. OK? Very... cute.
And... I like you.
But what I am doing with you is unethical.
I'll lose my job.
- We'll just explain. - No.
I cannot see patients romantically, or ex-patients,
not for at least two years until after counselling's stopped.
Now, do you wanna wait two years?
In.
So, please, with cherries on top, be discreet.
Cherries?
(CHUCKLES)
You love sneaking around.
(SlGHS) Chase.
(ENGlNE STARTS)
DEAN: Chase, come on. We're waiting.
Um... front door's this way, right?
Yeah, it's, uh, just...
Uh, we were just having a chat with my ex-counsellor, so...
Chase, your fly's undone.
Ah. Nice work.
(STERN HlP-HOP MUSlC PLAYS)
Yep. Told you I'd get them here.
TROY: Oh, this bloke here...
(BOTH EXCHANGE GREETlNGS)
Not so pretty anymore.
A little love scratch, but I beat you.
I'm with these guys over here.
Jordan Zwitkowski, right?
This guy was like a god when I was 1 2.
He had the fastest Skyline I've ever seen, man.
Yeah, it was pretty quick.
Hey, that boost controller's not gonna give you any pressure.
What happened, man? You were the king. Next thing, you disappeared.
You still race?
You know where the Kessel Run is? No cops.
Addison Road. And no - no racing.
STARKEY: Why aren't you arresting this mob
instead of patting them on the back?!
- Starkey. - We're not patting them on the back.
- What we are doing here... - Certainly looks like it to me.
And now we've got another menace on our streets because of these people.
The vigilante.
But at least he's trying to do something,
unlike the police.
- Mate, I was almost killed, alright? - Sam...
It was probably one of your mob that did it. Or was it you?
You accusing me of something, son? You wanna watch yourself.
- Settle down, mate. You too. - These two are a case in point.
He causes an accident and gets off scot-free.
And how? Because Dad pulls a few strings with corrupt cops.
Don't think I don't know how you work.
Hey, don't point at him, alright? What are you gonna do? Walk away.
- Hey, get your hands off... - (YELLlNG)
MAN: Get off him!
HElDl: Break it up! Come on, break it up!
Get off him!
Get your hands off me! I'll smash you!
- MAN: Get off... - Argh!
(COUGHS)
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
- Are you sure? - Thanks.
MAN: Let it go. Let it go.
Seriously...
Hey! Was that you getting all Jackie Chan back there?
Didn't you know? I know karate. I was pretty good, actually.
- (PLAYFULLY) Hwah! - Hey. Hey.
Hey, Rescue boy.
What are you doing later?
Uh, I don't know, fire girl. What are you doing later?
Oh, I might be seeing this guy.
He's pretty cute. Not terribly bright.
- (LAUGHS) - I'm only using him for his body.
Sounds perfect.
Usual place, 5:30?
You might just have to show up and find out.
What?
(CHORTLES)
That was a PR disaster.
Should I wait for the Minister to call or try and head her off?
Don't ask me. I can't even manage a teenager.
- Hello. - Hi.
I hope it's OK to be up here.
- The guy said it was OK. - No, no. No worries.
- Uh... great to see you. - You too.
Oh, Michelle, Renae. Renae, Michelle.
- Renae, nice to meet you. - You too.
I'm just about to get my arse kicked, so, uh, excuse me.
(CHUCKLES)
Is your son OK?
Uh, physically fine. Crazy, otherwise.
- Um, do I owe you half for the...? - Oh, no, stop it.
I, uh... I made you these.
(VlNCE CHUCKLES)
I was sad when we hadn't had dessert.
You made those? You're the perfect woman.
(LAUGHS) I hope you don't think it's too pushy.
- (MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS) - Sorry, uh, gotta get this.
Vanessa.
Yeah, it was a disaster.
Your son's the devil's spawn.
Call me when you're not busy.
- I meant our son! - Or not. Whatever. (LAUGHS)
What do you mean? He said he was going straight home.
JORDAN: Sam.
- SAM: What? - (ENGlNE REVS)
Call yourself a driver, eh?
Jump in.
- Hey, Paddo. How you going, mate? - Good, mate. Long time no see.
- I called it in. Spoke to the boss. - Yeah, sweet. Here you go.
- Cheers. Thanks. - No worries.
What are we doing?
Well, I figured you're not gonna stop until you die.
May as well show you some skills, see if you can live longer.
- I already know how to drive. - Show me.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Find that driving line.
That's it. Power out of the corner.
OK, and smooth gear changes.
Brake. Pick your line here.
That's it.
Out of this corner.
(LAUGHS)
VlNCE: (ON RADlO) Lara, are you there yet?
Please get this idiot off the roof.
He's ruining my day.
Copy that, Vince. We're here now. Hello, sir!
- Oi! - Oi! What are you doing?
- I'm protesting. - My name's Lara Knight.
I'm with Rescue Special Operations. What's the problem?
- Oi! Mate! - (POT SMASHES)
Just calm down!
Hey. Did you catch this one?
Yeah. Dispatch assigned it to Rescue.
Yeah, I heard. Thought I'd check it out just in case.
- In case what? - (SMASH!)
ANNlKA: Hey! OK, Trevor, what are you protesting about?
My neighbours.
They listen to the country and western music channel all day and night,
full bore.
If I have to listen to another song about truck-driving...
- (SMASH!) - Oi!
.. then that's it - no more satellite for them.
Mate, you're gonna hurt someone.
Yeah, well, I don't care, lady, do l?
I'm taking a stand for good taste.
OK, Trevor, I understand, but could you just please come down
and stop chucking things?
- Please! - Yeah, well...
I might do, if you do something for me.
Anything.
Would you guys all take your top off for me?
'Cause if you do that, I'll come down.
I promise.
- In your dreams. (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)
Find your line.
That's it. Find your apex.
OK, just pull over.
And here, my friend, endeth my lesson.
Mate, I don't know whereth to starteth.
Oh, come on, dude! I'm better than most pros.
OK, alright, you were quick off the line, alright?
So, your initial take-off, I'll give you that - it was good.
You launched it. But your clutch work was slow.
You cranked to 6,000 and you bogged.
And you still call yourself a driver?
Mate, you're gonna kill someone driving like that.
Alright, girls, listen up, 'cause this is it.
You, blondie, you take redhead's top off, right,
and then, red, you take her top off
and then both of you take blondie's top off, OK?
Bras and everything, girls. I want to see a heap of flesh.
And then, when you've done that,
I want you all to kiss, real slow, like.
Like you're sisters.
Yeah. And then I'll come down.
You do that, I'll come down, I promise.
You know what? Dispatch got it wrong. You take the job.
Hey, hey, it was assigned to you. You can't just walk away.
Heidi, let's go. Come on.
If he keeps throwing these things, someone's gonna get hurt.
Look, Lara, just let me help, OK?
I've got an idea.
- Good luck. - Yeah, thanks.
- What are you waiting for? - OK, Trevor.
You want the top to come off?
OK, the top's gonna come off, buddy.
But when it does, you've got to come down, OK? You promised.
Yeah, hurry up! Don't rush it, but.
OK.
Oh, yeah, tease me, lady, tease me.
(GUFFAWS)
Oh, go on. Take your shirt off.
Hurry it up. Don't rush that.
That's it.
Button by button. Nice and slow, lady.
Show us what you got, darling.
Do it with a bit of style. Take it off slowly, lady.
Red, give her a hand!
That's it. Button by button, lady. Nice and slow.
I don't have that many buttons.
How far are you gonna go?
No, don't rush it. Just take it slow.
Take your top off!
That's it. You gotta start with the buttons. Start with there.
Yeah, that's it.
With your buttons, yeah? With your... No, what are you doing?
-Trevor! - (LAUGHS)
Arggh!
- Help me. Please help me. - Really?
No, no, lady, please. Come on, help me. Please, please.
(LAUGHS)
- You sure? - Yes.
- You don't wanna see my boobs first? - Now's not the time for that.
- Please. - Ready? One, two, three.
- Got it? - Yep.
(GROANS)
- I mean, we can do it now... - (LAUGHS) Get off me.
Portable pump, dual hose reel - check.
Single hose reel - slight damage to the coupling.
OK, I'll get Service onto it. You heard from Sam?
Still AWOL. Driving his mother crazy.
Spreader - fine. Cutter - fine. Ram - fine.
Are you fine?
You know me.
(SlGHS) I thought l was doing a good job.
But then... the last 1 2 months...
No, scratch that. Five years. Well, his teens.
I don't know...
One minute, I've got this little boy who wants a hug,
the next thing I've got this monster who wants to deck me.
(LAUGHS)
Even him - 1 5 years from now, "l hate you, Mum. You suck."
No, not my little Jamie.
ELECTRONlCALLY DlSTORTED VOlCE ON RADlO: Rescue. Rescue, come in.
- Listen, pal... - No, you listen.
There's been a car accident, corner of St John and McEvoy.
One of them could die.
You'd best hurry.
Sam had better be at his mother's place.
That's what I 'm saying, mate -
You don't have the skills yet to rev it to 6k, yeah?
You're gonna lose it 50m up the road and take someone out. I've seen it happen.
Driving fast is not just about going fast. You need control.
Control.
Did my dad send you here to talk to me?
No, mate.
So why did you stop racing?
(SlGHS) Crashed.
I reckon you only get one chance.
(MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS)
Yeah, Vince. How you going?
Yeah, he's with me.
OK, on our way. Let's go.
(SlRENS WAlL)
That's Troy's car. Troy!
- Troy! - MAN: Don't go any further, mate.
- What happened? - I don't know. The kid was speeding.
- lt'll take a while to extricate him. - Will he be alright?
Sam, stay over there, OK?
Just let the guys do their thing, eh?
Jordan. What's that?
- Spike strip. - It's a what?
Police use them in high-speed pursuits to blow out the tyres.
That's homemade. Someone wants him dead.
OK, here we go.
OK, patient's crashing.
BP's falling - 1 20...
95...
You don't want to see him like that.
He'll be fine. The guys will take care of it.
He'll be fine.
I want to talk to you.
Where's Sam?
It's not looking real good. His mate's in lCU. Sam's pretty cut up...
I'll worry about Sam. What are you doing teaching him to drag-race?
I'm not teaching him to drag-race. I'm actually teaching him to control...
I want him out of the car, Jordan, not driving it faster, you mug.
Stay away from him.
Sam!
Alright, you two. You need to see something.
It's our vigilante.
MlCHELLE: Right, they reckon that's the vehicle
of whoever's been calling through on our radios.
Uh, you'll see here that the numberplate's been blacked out.
Right. 3:23.
30 seconds later, the car's crashed. What time did we get the call?
- 3:1 4. - Nine minutes before.
He's called it in before the accident.
What kind of a psycho is he?
A caring one?
- Troy wasn't even racing at the time. - But he is a street racer.
MlCHELLE: Right, this guy's not just hitting gatherings anymore.
He's targeting individuals.
So any more calls, you call it in and we contact the police.
That's it.
Hey, where are you going?
Annika.
I got to tell you, I was actually thinking about taking my time
just to see how far you'd go.
- I knew it! - (LAUGHS)
- Actually, I was a bit disappointed. - What?!
You should've seen the look on the guy's face.
(WOMEN LAUGH)
- Hey. How are you? - Good. What's going on here?
Oh, God, you wouldn't believe it.
Actually, pull up a chair.
Lara was just telling me a few things about you.
Annika! Shh! It's between us. You promised.
OK. Sorry.
- Sorry. - (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah. What?
What?
It's nothing.
Don't get paranoid. Go on, sit down.
No. Well, listen, we've got a dinner reservation.
- So do you want to... - No, no, let's eat here.
- Lara, do you want to? - Yeah. OK.
Is that OK?
Oh, could we get two more Cosmopolitans?
- Do you want a Cosm...? - No. I'll... I'll just get a chair.
- You sure that's OK? - Yeah, it's great.
- Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT) - (GlGGLES)
I just wish I did better with Sam and Vince today.
Vince doesn't listen to anyone except Michelle, so...
It's just so frustrating, you know,
seeing two people... missing each other like that.
Where's your bedroom?
Um...
Uh, it's... just... down here.
Mate, they won't let you in. His condition's too serious.
I just want to see him.
The hospital will call if there's any changes!
Vince, I've been doing some reading into vigilantes.
They tend to be male, middle-aged, middle-class,
see themselves as the good citizen and clash with the police.
Who does that sound like? Vince!
What? Not now!
And I was with this one guy
who kept trying something called the reverse bumper car.
I mean, I was laughing so much, l nearly fell off.
- A reverse bumper car? - Yeah, seriously.
He had a whole list of them with little illustrations
and he'd tick them off as we did them.
- How many did you get through? - Um... oh, quite a few, actually.
- (WOMEN LAUGH) - Can I get another...? Thanks.
Hey, you've been very quiet.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, tell us, what's your favourite position?
- Hmm? - (LAUGHS)
Well, I'll tell you what my least favourite position is.
This one right here.
- I'm out of here. - Oh, Dean.
Goodnight, girls. Have fun.
- Oh, come on, Dean. - Oh, Dean, come back.
Dean!
Chase?
(QUlETLY) Yes!
In my bed?
Yeah, I thought you were staying at Annika's.
- This is your brother's bedroom? - DEAN: Yeah.
Yeah, he sleeps on the couch, although not for much longer.
You've got five minutes.
And that's for her to get dressed and leave, not...
Yeah, yeah.
Sam, you know he's just really worried about you.
I know.
But there's nothing he can do. His hands are tied.
Hmm. It's tough being 1 7.
You should've seen me.
I was a goth in the country for about five minutes.
(MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS)
VlNCE: Yep. Marchello.
What time?
No, no. Thanks for letting me know.
Yeah, see you.
Mate... your friend died 20 minutes ago.
I'm sorry.
Sam...
Sam!
(SlGHS)
SAM: (ON VOlCEMAlL) Hey, it's Sam. Talk after the beep.
- (BEEP) - VlNCE: Sam? It's me. Again.
- Just... answer your phone. - DEAN: What's going on?
- HElDl: Sam. - What are you doing here?
- You don't wanna know. - (SlGHS)
- (MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS) - Oh, finally.
Vanessa.
Slow down.
Slow down!
He's done what?
When did he take it?
OK, I'll find him. I'll find him!
Sam's stolen Vanessa's boyfriend's car.
Vince, listen, OK? What I was trying to tell you earlier about the vigilante...
- Where's my wallet? - That aggro guy from the street meet.
- Starkey? - Yeah.
He's got this whole website about bringing down street racers.
- He could be the guy. - Deano, cover me a couple of hours?
DEAN: Yeah.
Vince?
Vince, he fits the psychological profile of vigilantes perfectly.
- Jordan, let's go. - JORDAN: Where?
You tell me. You used to race with these jokers.
Vince, are you listening to me?
(SlGHS)
So, what are you doing here, anyway?
Lara stole my girlfriend, Chase stole my house.
(ENGlNE STARTS, SlREN WAlLS)
DlSTORTED VOlCE: They're organising more races right now.
They won't listen to reason.
I'm going to give them a lesson they'll understand this time.
If you hurt any of them, l 'm gonna kill you. You hear me?
Now, get off this network.
Vl NCE: You really think it's this Starkey bloke?
1 00%, I think.
Call Ben Cummins. He's a detective at the Marrickville station.
Ask him to check out Starkey quick.
- Alright. - Thanks. Don't let him go just yet.
- Hang on, Vince. Don't go. Hang on. - Yep.
There's street racing going on right now at Marsden Street, Campsie.
Marsden Street, Campsie. Go.
(SlREN WAlLS)
- If I see him, I'll let you know. - Thanks, guys.
Wild goose chase, mate.
It's either Sam and his mates or the vigilante.
Someone's calling in hoax races, tipped the cops off.
Come on, Jordan. You know these guys.
Kessel's Run. Sam's mate said they race at Kessel's Run.
- Where? - Let's go.
Dad, look, everything's under control.
VlNCE: Sammy, if you're gonna race, don't.
That psycho is gonna take you out.
Uh-huh. Let him try. If he wants to stop me, he'll have to show himself.
- Sam, he'll kill you. - I'll be right.
I've got my mates here with me.
- We're gonna get him, Dad. - Sam, no.
He's gonna pay for what he did to Troy.
Come on, Jordan, hurry!
No, it's not Starkey. The cops have already questioned him.
- They reckon he knows who it is. - Who?
He's not saying. He's protecting someone.
Sam... Please don't.
(SlREN WAlLS)
(WHlSTLlNG, ENGlNES REV)
What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Enough! - Get your hands off me!
- You're acting like a bloody idiot. - He killed my best mate, alright?
And I'm sorry for that. And I'm sorry you're hurting.
And I'm sorry me and your mother ruined everything
and I'm sorry...
.. for... whatever. Not listening.
But... don't do this.
What am I supposed to do, then, huh?
Mate...
Hang on, that's him!
- Can anyone call the cops? - Go, go, go.
In!
(SlREN WAlLS)
(BEEPS HORN)
(HORN HONKS)
(HORNS HONK)
(HORN HONKS)
(SlREN WAlLS)
Oi! Come here!
- MAN: Oh... - Sam?
- I'm gonna kill you, you bastard! - Leave it, Sam!
- (STRAlNS) - (PANTS)
Let it go, son.
Son...
(SlREN WAlLS)
Leave it.
(CAR DOORS CLOSE)
(PANTS)
I was just trying to scare you.
I didn't mean to kill anyone.
JORDAN: Yeah, well, you did, mate.
REPORTER: In the early hours of this morning, police arrested a man
in relation to the recent street racing deaths.
Early reports indicate he's the son
of vocal anti-street-racing campaigner Colin Starkey...
Does the guy know that his son is the vigilante?
(GASPS) Shh! He's on!
STARKEY: Of course, I was shocked to hear my son was behind the attacks.
But I've spoken to him on the phone
and, quite frankly, the wrong people have been arrested.
- REPORTER: So... - My son is a hero.
- REPORTER: Is your son a murderer? - That's all. That's all.
REPORTER: Mr Starkey, one more question...
- Told you it was Starkey. - You said it was his dad.
Well, it's a messed-up family.
Yep.
CHASE: Hey, finally - knock-off time.
So, uh, you two have fun last night?
Oh, we had a bit too much fun.
We ended up dancing in this retro club till, like, 3:00am.
So sad, but actually quite a lot of fun.
Sounds like more sad than fun.
(MOBlLE PHONE RlNGS)
Hello?
Yeah, no, I finish in five.
Usual place?
Great. See you there.
Hamish?
Oh, come on.
(LAUGHS) You should come. It'll be really good.
Forget it. Tell her I said hi.
Don't say I didn't try.
Vince. Come on, what do you say? Pub. My shout.
Sorry, mate. There's something I've gotta do.
(lNHALES DEEPLY) Thanks for showing up.
I almost didn't.
(CHUCKLES) My life's... complicated.
Like everyone's.
And l... I didn't mean, you know...
.. I didn't mean to make the wrong impression.
The impression that you're just not that into me?
Well, that's the wrong impression.