So, you want to drive back together? Why? What you got in mind?
I don't know, a detour or... Oh, really?
(CLEARS THROAT) What are you guys doing?
Oh, just talking about that ambo.
Have you ever noticed their BO? Phew!
Stinks. Yep. (LAUGHS)
So, you travelling back with Chase or...?
Jordan! Hurry up. Kebabs are waiting.
So, you still want me to go with Chase?
Nah! Jump in. Sure?
Yeah. (LAUGHS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
Oh! (SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES) Who's that from?
Oh, no-one. Just this guy. You don't know him. (LAUGHS)
Some guy. You're blushing. (LAUGHS) Shut up.
You shut up. (LAUGHS) You shut up. (LAUGHS)
LARA: We've got company.
Come with us.
Now.
I said now!
HEIDI: I'm looking at the back of their jackets.
It says the Plague Motorcycle Club.
Rescue Base. Don't go any further. I want the police there with you.
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: (SCREAMS)
This looks bad. Heidi, you take the right.
Be careful, the structure might be compromised.
Are you OK?
Alright, let's get him on his feet.
Can you walk out of here?
MAN: Please, help my wife.
These bikes came smashing through the window, out of nowhere!
LARA: Be with you as soon as we can. (GRUNTS)
Hey! No radios, no cops, yeah?
Too late for that, alright? They've already been called.
Look, mate. You're gonna have to get out of our way. It's procedure, OK?
Hey, listen.
I want my guys out first.
Understand?
OK, what's the situation, exactly?
Convertible's lost control on a bend, smashed through a tea-house.
The driver's trapped beneath a collapsed wall, still in the car.
At least four injured patrons. And there's bikies.
Oh, not just bikies. The Plagues. Bad guys.
Hey, guys. I can help down there.
Uh, take it easy, probie. It's your first day on the job.
Vince... Hey, BA room, air tanks.
Go fill them.
So, what's the condition of the driver?
WOMAN: Can somebody help us?
Hi, my name's Heidi. I'm from Rescue Special Operations.
What's your name?
(GRUNTS)
My friends call me 'Siddy', my fans call me 'Sir'.
Yeah? So, what should I call you?
You don't recognise me, do you?
I'm a famous writer. What? Really?
What kind of books do you write? Oh, mostly love stories.
OK, can you feel any pain anywhere?
No, I'm sweet, I just can't get out of the bugger.
Alright, can you squeeze my hand? Oh, happily.
(LAUGHS)
You into romance? No, actually, I prefer comedy.
I'm in with a chance, then.
(LAUGHS) Look, um, Siddy, I can't get this wall off you.
I haven't got the tools. They'll be here in about 10 minutes.
I've got to assess the other patients.
You sit tight. I'll be back, alright?
Oi, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Cops are 15 minutes away and I've got three ambulances en route.
DEAN: Copy that. We're 10 minutes out.
Dean, when you get there,
find the Plagues' boss - he's a bloke called Dekker.
Tell him you want no problems, the cops are two minutes away,
and then leave them alone, alright?
What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?
Yeah, Deano. Vince.
As I was about to say, stay away from the bikies,
but let them know not to mess with you, alright?
You finished with the tanks? Bruce has got six left.
I told you to do it. Yeah, but I delegated.
(CHUCKLES)
Can you tell me what happened?
I already told you - those maniacs burst in here and...
Sir, please.
A customer was paying. Uh... I was getting change.
There was this huge smash...
My name's Lara, Mrs...? Merriwether. Martha.
Martha, can you breathe on this for me?
That's the way.
I need you to stay as still as possible.
We can't move you until the ambulance comes.
You get her out of here now!
Trust me, sir. We need to keep her still.
(GRUNTS) OK, any pain here?
Nah. Get this thing off me.
I can't move the bike until I've assessed your injuries.
Get me out!
Do not move the bike. I'll be back to help you.
(EXHALES)
Right, let's take a proper look at you.
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Careful. Move the bloody table first!
"I never believed in love,
"and then the redhead appeared."
Opening line in my new book. What do you reckon?
Comedy. Great.
(GRUNTS)
You right, boss?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
(GROANS)
Grab that other bastard. We're going.
(GROANS)
Dekker!
Get over here and help me mate.
Sir? Sir, can you hear me?
I told you not to move him.
Get my wife to hospital now!
LARA: We have to stem the bleeding. If I move her, she could bleed out.
Lara, I've got a severe laceration over here. I need assistance.
Still finishing bandaging.
Lara, now! I've got a code red, the femoral artery's cut.
No, don't! (MOUTHS) Lara!
(SIGHS) Let him die.
Let her go, you bastard! He's bleeding out!
I've stemmed the bleeding, OK? Just don't move.
I'll be back in a minute.
They caused this accident! It's their fault!
Come on, Molly.
I'm getting you out of here. It hurts. (SCREAMS)
You'll be alright. Leave her alone!
Don't touch her! Stay on him!
Do not move your wife!
(SIRENS WAIL)
Don't let him near her! (MARTHA SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS) Get off me.
Hey, what's going on? Get off him!
I told him to do that.
DEAN: Alright, let's get some fluids in him.
Oi, oi!
DEAN: Prepare to lower.
Lower.
OK, good news. Cavalry's here. How you feeling?
Like a great weight's been lifted. You're a funny guy.
Yeah? You get this wall off me, I'll show you my stand-up.
(LAUGHS) Hey, Jordan?
We're gonna need low air-pressure bags and packing over here.
Hey, you're Siddy Carter. So what? Who are you?
No-one. I didn't know you were out of jail.
Yeah? Well, piss off and get the low-pressure bags, Jordan.
That wasn't very nice. Force of habit.
So, you got a boyfriend? (LAUGHS) Who are you?
Siddy Carter, famous bank robber.
Well, should I know him? He's a celebrity crim.
He's written a bunch of books about himself, his exploits,
people he's ripped off, all the fun he's had in jail.
They made a movie about him last year.
I reckon that's why they've got the situation down there.
What, because of his books? Haven't you read 'em?
Spends half his time laughing at the bikie gangs.
Especially the Plagues. They'd be out for revenge.
Where are you going? Down to help.
What about checking the BAs, like I said?
Brucie here is doing a bang-up job. Aren't you?
No, no, no. Bruce, get a coffee. You, do what you're told.
My brothers are down there, Vince. Do it.
DEAN: Chase, how's he looking?
His lips are going blue. He's cyanosed.
This is Rescue 1 Portable. Where's that ambulance?
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Accident on the Hume. They're five minutes off.
(SIGHS) Great.
He dies, you're next, mate.
Don't threaten me.
Dean, he's in cardiac arrest.
Commencing CPR. Start bagging.
(WHISPERS) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Nannas in stackhats pissed off yet? They're still out there.
(SIGHS) Any cops? On their way.
You can take your time getting this wall off me, if you want.
This wall could fall on you. Yeah, that's a possibility.
But those blokes out there get a hold of me,
it's an inevitability.
Understand?
They'll kill me. They were chasing me. That's how I crashed.
Why do they want to kill you?
Ah! Ripped 'em off once.
You reckon they would have forgotten about it by now.
Alright, soon as the cops get here.
Beauty.
Hey, Jordan. Heidi got a boyfriend? She won't tell me.
She won't tell me either.
(LAUGHS)
We're almost finished. How are you feeling?
Just... give me a moment.
Mr Merriwether, those bikies shouldn't have grabbed you.
I shouldn't have told them to.
Just save her. Greg...
Sweetheart... I don't want to die. You're not gonna die.
Tell her. You tell her.
Martha... I'm gonna get you out of here.
Greg, will you hold her still? Don't let her move.
(SIDDY LAUGHS)
HEIDI: Hey!
Dekker's dead, mate.
You better go ring his mum, eh?
Yeah? (SPITS)
HEIDI: Stop it!
Oh!
What? What's happening? Stop it!
Dean! Dean, get in here!
DEAN: Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
You're dead meat, Carter. Calm down, calm down.
Hey, hey, boys, stay outside.
(MARTHA SCREAMS)
No!
She's bleeding out.
We've gotta get her out of here. DEAN: Shit!
(SAW BUZZES)
How is she? LARA: We need to move her.
DEAN: Chase, spineboard, go. I'm on it.
SIDDY: Hey! Let's go.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
(SIRENS WAIL) Ugh!
MAN: Hey! Hey! Aaagh!
(SIRENS WAIL)
See you soon, buddy.
Yeah, righto. See you, girls.
(ENGINES REV)
HEIDI: Well, you're lucky, Siddy. Just a few scratches.
You need to grow a brain, Red. I'm not worth getting hurt over.
I'm not gonna save your life just so those bikies can take it.
Yeah, well, listen. I owe you blokes, alright?
DEAN: We'll look after ourselves. You just worry about you.
You take care, alright?
Tell you what, I'm gonna put youse all in my next book. How's that, eh?
(LAUGHS)
Eh? Wait'll you see what me and Red get up to.
(CACKLES) Eh, Jordan?
Aren't you travelling with her?
I've got to pack our bags.
Well, can't someone do that for you? Your family or...?
There's no-one else. (SIGHS)
Look, I hope you understand. In there...
What am I going to do? If she dies, what am I going to do?!
No... no, sir! Sir! Look, I did everything I could.
No, I-I-I know. I'm... I'm sorry.
(SIGHS) The doctors will tell you more.
OK.
Yeah, good work, Deano. Couldn't have been easy out there.
We'll debrief when you get back. Rescue Base out.
Mate, you're not listening... Hey, Lachie.
Yeah, well, too bad. You'll have to call back later.
I'm sorry you feel that way. Hey! Phone. Mine.
Don't hang up!
Who was that?
I don't know. Some McGinnity idiot.
Mike McGinnity? Yeah, that's the one.
Mike... McGinnity. Yes!
State Rescue Coordinator? Our boss?
The man who has the power to shut down this unit?
Oh. Yeah. "Oh". What did he want?
Well, I couldn't really tell, 'cause of the swearing,
but he said something about golf not being on, on Saturday...
What have you done?
I've tried for three years to get him on the course.
I'll call him back, Vince... No, you won't. You've helped enough.
Get out. Go on. Get.
Knucklehead.
CHASE: They won't try anything. JORDAN: Never know, gotta be ready.
Right, cut the macho crap, and don't mess with the bikies.
If they approach you, run. Alright? That is an order.
I'm not running. I will. They'll kill us.
Chicken. You coming? Yeah, one sec.
Rah! (LAUGHS) Whoa! Shit.
Hey, you want to skip the pub and go to my house?
What will we tell the others?
You could tell them you got a hot babe that wants to jump your bones.
Or I could just jump in there...
Come on, then. (LAUGHS) You wish!
Jordan! The blue gurney, was it playing up yesterday?
Uh, yeah, it was. Great.
(WHISPERS) It wasn't the blue one, it was the red one.
Chase reckons it was the red one.
Yeah, yeah. It was the red one. You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Oh, also...
(CLEARS THROAT) Forgot my question.
Get out!
Now! (LAUGHS)
If you're not scared, why don't you play for beers, huh?
Mate, that's fine. But you get Chase.
You'll regret that - I'm a better player than both of you.
Yeah, 'course you are, Chase.
So, just a beer, eh?
Yeah, then home to bed? (LAUGHS)
SIDDY: Here they are, huh? My heroes!
Drinks are on me.
We can't accept gifts, Siddy. It's against the rules.
You know what rules are made for.
Hey, Siddy. Now, listen, mate, we can't actually accept...
Was I talking to you?
Oh... you want a drink or you want a problem?
Hey, hey, why don't we just have one beer?
(LAUGHS) Good on you, Red.
You'll have a drink with me?
We'll have one, Siddy, but we'll pay for it ourselves.
That's the way.
Give us a drink, you bugger!
So, these two silly clowns, right?
Middle of the bank, pointing sawn-offs at one another, right?
Sirens going bloody everywhere, right?
I'm like, "Hey, boys, can we discuss this when we get to the car?"
(HEIDI LAUGHS) Anyway, I've had e-bloody-nough.
I'm leaving, right?
I'm on me way out.
One of the tellers comes over, gives me her phone number.
(ALL LAUGH) All worked out in the end.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Hey?
Um, Siddy, could I...?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shit, yeah, darlin'.
Here, take a seat there.
(LAUGHS) Thank you. (LAUGHS) My pleasure.
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)
He targets banks. Who doesn't hate banks?
Doesn't mean you have to love him.
Yeah, he's a celebrity and a bad boy. Chicks dig it.
He's a bullshit artist.
Double or nothing?
This is between me and him.
Let's play for something real.
Name it. You win, I'll move straight out.
Ha! Beautiful.
Uh-huh. I win, I get your bed.
Ha-ha! Rack 'em up, Fats. Done.
What's your name, mate? Tony? Tony.
Big Tony, eh? (HEIDI LAUGHS)
There you go, mate.
Can I get a photo of you pretending to glass me?
No. Piss off.
12 years in the nick.
Wrote four best-sellers.
Got a degree in law.
Diploma in psychology.
Still a circus monkey.
Psychology?
Yeah. (SIGHS) Wanted to find out what was wrong with me.
Borderline narcissistic personality disorder.
Not that knowing that helps. Yeah, I reckon it does.
I mean, you can see patterns, you can change things.
Self-help bullshit. (LAUGHS)
No, no. I'm going to Perth.
Gonna work with my brother-in-law,
get a straight job, change things up a bit.
Well, there you go.
Listen, if you haven't got a boyfriend...
(LAUGHS) Siddy.
Alright, we'll have another drink. (LAUGHS)
I'll get you by the end of the night, though. I'll bloody get you.
Do we really need another Gallagher in the unit?
You've seen his CV. (SIGHS)
Hey, if you hang out here any longer,
I'll find something for you to do.
What's up?
(SIGHS) The woman we rescued this morning.
She's slipped into a coma.
What happened?
I shouldn't have left her.
You should have followed protocol, which is what you did.
Afterwards, the look her husband gave me was just...
(SIGHS)
What's he gonna do now?
Not your problem.
It's harsh but you did your job.
You ready? Hmm!
That was two.
And...
It's like a nightmare, isn't it?
(LAUGHS) SIDDY: Ohh... dear!
Eh? (LAUGHS) Cheers, mate.
Someone just got hustled, old mate.
Eh? Did your balls. You are not having my bed.
Hey.
We were only gonna have one, and we're still here.
He's a dangerous guy.
Is he? He said he makes half of that stuff up.
That's what he tells all the middle-class girls.
(LAUGHS) He's the real deal.
I'm not middle-class. Are you jealous?
Hey, guys. Need a wingman.
(INHALES) Well, they're cute. Go for it.
SIDDY: Hello, hello... (LAUGHS)
Those boys won't be going home alone tonight, will they?
(LAUGHS) One of them will.
How you getting on in the unit?
I'm not really in the unit, am I?
It's more Vince's maintenance guy.
He's just giving you a hard time.
Should have seen what he did to Chase when he first started.
You're a dead man, Carter.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SIDDY: Ooh. Look at the big fella go.
Hey, hello! She's on. She's on now.
Here we go!
HEIDI: I'm calling the police!
(CACKLES)
You patch them up, you send them off to hospital.
You start getting involved in people's personal lives, it'll kill you.
You don't really believe that.
You still see that boy from the fishing accident,
And what about the woman you rescued in Terrigal?
Didn't you go on a date with her?
What?! One or two slipped through.
Give the patient everything you've got -
as long as you know you've done...
(TYRES SCREECH)
LARA: Can you see him?
Who was it?
93, 94, 95, 96. Push it!
97, 98...
One more, one more!
Good man.
You're a machine, Chasey. Let's go - sprints.
Come on! You're not quitting now.
Piss off. I shouldn't even be awake yet.
Well, turn around. Sit-ups. Let's go.
Ugh.
If people in my unit pussied out like this, I would belt them.
Lucky you're in my unit now. Yeah.
We'll get you out on a rescue soon.
It's frustrating.
I'm used to recon missions in Tarin Kowt
and now... I'm folding robes for Vincent, you know?
Well, at least we're not getting shot at.
Yeah, no, just firebombed by bikies.
Oh. We do want you to feel at home. (LAUGHS)
Come on, that's four. Oh! (LAUGHS)
Hey! You're on two now, watch it.
Let's go. (GRUNTS)
One. (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Two. (PHONE RINGS)
Oh. (GRUNTS)
Michelle.
Uh, yep.
OK, well, we're on our way.
Whoo! She's on the warpath.
Stick with Rescue, man. Yeah, yeah.
Race you back.
Oop! Hey!
You're a goner! Chase!
She had her hand on your arse.
Well, if we could just tell everyone...
Yeah, and Michelle's gonna transfer one of us.
No rule against going out with someone, though.
What about 'don't screw the crew'?
It's not a rule, that's just an... informal guideline.
Heidi, Jordan. Thanks for joining in.
So, yesterday's firebombing
was retaliation for you guys beating them up.
We didn't beat them up. It was self-defence.
It was defence of Siddy Carter.
What are you doing, drinking with him?
You gonna refuse a drink with Siddy Carter?
He's a good bloke... sort of.
He nearly got you killed for the second time that day.
Marchello.
Yep. I'll send a unit.
Let me go too, Vince? DEAN: Come on.
(SIRENS WAIL)
(GASPS) Mr Merriwether.
What do you want? I came to see Martha.
She died last night.
(SIGHS) I'm so sorry.
Why?! You didn't know her.
No, but I...
Is that for her?
Y... I-I-I haven't actually started it yet, because I couldn't...
I just wanted to say that I-I really... yesterday, I...
Uh-uh! Uh-uh-uh. Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
My wife was innocent.
Those criminals destroyed everything.
Now, if you'd just moved her, you know...
Maybe I...
Are you saying that you were wrong?
No, I did everything for your wife.
You tried to save a bikie over my wife
and now you've come here to tell me that was the wrong decision?
No, I did everything... everything I could do for your wife.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Rescue Base to Rescue 2 Portable.
Lara, do you copy?
Excuse me if I'm not able to thank you for trying to save my wife.
I'm sure that'd make you feel a lot better.
Excuse me. (THROWS CARD DOWN)
Rescue 2 Portable.
An MVA, corner of Simpson and Candle, persons trapped.
Base out.
On my way.
What are you doing here? Mate, I'm gonna drop this bloody thing.
Drop it. (LAUGHS)
Nice to meet you, mate. I know who you are.
(CLEARS THROAT) What, you read one of my books, have you?
No, I didn't.
Seriously, mate... brand-new plasma - real expensive, apparently.
Where'd you get it? Stole it.
Nah, nah, I didn't steal it. Nah. Maybe I did. Nah! (LAUGHS)
Nah, it's a gift, mate.
I'm not accepting it. I want you out of here.
Listen, mate, I need to let you know...
...I had a bit of a chat with the Plagues, and it's all sweet now.
You had a bit of a chat?
Jordan, check the cabin.
Welded shut?
Hello, is anyone in there? MAN: We're freezing!
DEAN: Alright, get the Partner saw.
No, it's a spreader job, faster and easier.
Not enough purchase.
There is down here, if you jag it in. Just get the Partner saw.
What have we got? You alright?
What's wrong with your eye? Walked into a door.
It's welded shut.
Buck's night? Guess again.
I was giving them fair warning not to mess with me and my mates.
That's all.
HEIDI: Siddy! CHASE: Uh, what are you doing here?
Our friend locked the Plagues in an ice truck.
(HEIDI LAUGHS)
I give 'em fair warning. VINCE: On our behalf.
Wouldn't have been much point otherwise.
(CHASE AND HEIDI LAUGH) Don't laugh.
Listen, I look after me mates.
We're not your mates!
This is stupid! There's no purchase.
Told you.
(MUFFLED) You're dead, Siddy Carter!
Give me a go. (SIGHS) Dean!
Nah, let him have a go. We're in no rush.
We're not getting them out till the cops get here anyway.
No rush.
OK, come on, you've had your fun. We're getting the Partner saw. Lara?
Alright.
Jordan, give me a hand here.
Hurry up.
Lachie, grab his legs.
(GRUNTS) Got him?
Yep. Let's go.
And... down. Down.
(GRUNTS) That's it. There we go.
(SIGHS) Alright.
Got a rash here.
Face is swollen. He's anaphylactic. Has he got any medical conditions?
You guys been eating nuts in there? It was dark, we were hungry.
Administering half a milligram of adrenaline.
Might want to go a full mil with him. (SIGHS)
Administering the other half.
There we go. OK, that's it, that's it.
You're right, mate, you're right. Stay down, stay down.
DEAN: (ON RADIO) Yeah, two with mild hypothermia,
one in anaphylactic shock.
One unit of adrenaline sorted him out. Over.
Alright, get out.
Mate, tell her.
Tell her how dangerous the Plagues are. Tell her.
She said, "Get out." Get out.
You're kicking me out? Get on your horse and go.
When's your flight? What flight?
To Perth, the job you want to get.
No! No, no, no, no. I'm finished with that.
I can't do that. You blokes are too important.
Get out or I'm gonna call the police.
And take your TV with you. Go on.
SIDDY: Fair dinkum, eh?
Mates don't call coppers, I tell you now.
You can keep the telly. And I did steal it. (CHUCKLES)
(MOTORC YCLE ENGINES RUMBLE)
Plagues are here.
Right, hide him!
Got any guns?
Hide him, hide him! Lockers?
Yep. Constable Mackenzie.
Corner of Carlotta Street and Clegg Street, thank...
Gimme the phone!
Where is he? Get outta here!
This is the last time I'll ask ya. Now, where's Carter?
Get your hands off her!
He stole from us, yeah?
Killed me mate.
It's got nothing to do with ya.
Well, your firebombs could have killed us.
What are you talking about?
Oi, find Carter.
Better make it quick, boys. Cops are here in a couple of minutes.
Here they come.
You be careful, alright?
That's perfect!
Jeez, you're a spunk. Shh! Just hide!
Hey, just get outta here, OK? Shut up, idiot.
This is a place of work, you...
Aww, gee. Well, we better go then, yeah?
Grab him!
VINCE: Let go of him! Get your hands off him!
I'm so sick of you people.
MICHELLE: Ahh! That's enough!
That is enough! You want to hit somebody, you hit me.
VINCE: You touch her and you're dead.
Come on. Come on, big man.
Hit me.
MAN: Bones, let's get outta here, mate. He's not here.
It's easy.
If I hear you're protecting him...
(TUTS)
Get out. The lot of you, get out.
You OK? (MURMURS) Yeah.
How'd I get caught in the middle
of a gang war between bikies and a bank robber?
Can somebody tell me that?
You're crazier than Carter, taking on that mob.
Are they gone?
Yeah, we done good, eh? Stop saying 'we'. There is no 'we'.
Just passed the Plagues. What's going on?
Is everyone alright?
SIDDY: Oh, yeah. Should have seen this young fella here.
Hole-punch at 10 paces. (LAUGHS) You bastard.
You might have all these guys eating out of your hand,
but I know exactly what you are.
Oh, yeah, what am I?
That woman from the accident yesterday.
She's dead. That's your fault.
DEAN: Lara, hey... It happens.
Does it?! Get out of here! Get out!
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.
I give up a good job for all of you.
We didn't ask for that. We want you out of here!
You're not our mate, Siddy. You're a problem we can't get rid of.
Oh, that's lovely, innit? Get out!
That's good, 'cause I'm right in the mood now, 'cause of this bitch.
HEIDI: Siddy! Hey, you want to go to Perth?
You want to get that job, sort it out? Leave all this behind?
We might do that. Come on.
I'll just drive you to the airport. Let's do that.
Where are you going now?
I can't accept this, mate.
I'm gonna go and talk to the bikies, settle 'em down.
Hey, you leave it to the police.
LACHIE: We've tried that.
LACHIE: I gave you one warning. Not again.
You're on duty, you stay here.
Thanks for giving me a go, Vince.
Sorry it didn't work out, Deano.
Sorry, Deano, he's gone.
Yeah.
Dean!
(SIGHS) I'm gonna... VINCE: Bloody Gallaghers.
I can't go.
You're going. HEIDI: Oh, don't start any bullshit.
No, I can't go.
What that bitchy chick said, that's... that's true.
I might as well have murdered that woman.
The Plagues are chasing you. Yeah, it's 'cause I ripped them off.
Yeah, years ago. No, that day.
(SIGHS)
A little bit more, actually. (LAUGHS)
(SCOFFS)
I know, I know, sweetie. But listen.
I'll give this to the old bloke, most of it,
then I'll jump on a plane and I won't come back, I promise.
We're not driving you to drop off stolen cash.
What would you prefer? I keep it? Benefit from it?
Or give it back to the Plagues
who stole it from drug dealers in the first place, mate?
I just want to do something good for that old sheila - make it right.
You even know where the old bloke is? No.
(DOG BARKS)
LACHIE: I've told you, you're not coming in.
DEAN: Hey, you want to go in there and get yourself killed, we're all going in.
Look, no offence, boys, but you guys are Rescue.
I'm trained, alright?
I'm trained to take care of bastards harder than these guys.
Come on, Lachie. You're not at war any more.
Time to join the civilised world.
You think this is about excitement, Dean?
You know better than that, mate.
You're a self-sabotager.
What did you say? You are.
If you didn't want the job, you shouldn't have taken it
but don't take it and throw it away.
It's what you've always done. Self-sabotage.
Look, I do want this job, Dean, alright?
But we can't do it if these bastards here...
Alright, listen, listen, listen.
OK, you're right.
We are just Rescue guys.
We don't go into battle.
Now, do you want this job with us?
Or are you...
What is he, Chase?
A self-sabotager. Self-sabotager.
Your choice.
Greg!
He was just sitting in his car, watching me.
What did he want? I don't know. He drove away.
(PHONE RINGS)
Rescue Special Operations.
GREG: (ON PHONE) Put me on to Lara.
Uh... Who is it?
Hello?
Do you know what it's like, Lara,
to have your whole life snatched away in a moment
by criminals and incompetents?
Greg, please, if you just listen to me...
GREG: No, you listen to me.
I'm gonna make those bikie bastards pay,
and when you see them, broken and bleeding,
just be thankful I didn't do it to you.
You can't go there, alright?
Please... (GREG HANGS UP)
He's going for the bikies.
Alright, I'll call the cops. What was he driving?
Uh, it was, um, a blue Kia hatchback.
Why would the old man firebomb us?
Well, that's not right, Lara. He can't blame you for her death.
CHASE: Hey, turn the car around!
Yeah, well, tell Vince we need to talk about Lachie when we get back...
Lachie! Turn around, OK? Gotta go.
It's the old man! He's heading towards the bikies!
(MAN GROANS)
I'm bleeding.
LACHIE: Shit.
DEAN: This is not good.
Alright, Lachie, deal with those guys on the ground.
Chase, get a reconnaissance going on.
This is Rescue Team Leader.
I'm at the bikie compound at the end of Ferndale.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Getting in a truck now, be there soon.
Rescue Base out. What's happened?
The old bloke's driven through the bikies' perimeter fence
and mowed down six of the Plagues.
Are you serious? Yeah.
He's trapped in his car - they need a truck.
I'm coming. Those bikies will be out for blood.
I don't care, I'm coming. Alright.
Yeah, Rescue 2. We're 15 minutes away, travelling.
We'll drop you, and you can make your own way to the airport.
Plagues will kill that old bloke.
Yeah, they'll kill you. C'est la vie.
Lara, I want you with me, at the car.
Mate, I need pressure here, buddy.
Vince, we're gonna need cutters and spreaders here.
Hey! Mate, focus. Come here.
Make a fist, make a fist. That's it, pressure.
Femoral artery? Yeah.
Punch in there, that's it. Cheers, mate.
LACHIE: Keep the pressure on it.
Vince, we'll need cutters and spreaders. How you doing over there, Lachie?
Good as gold, mate.
Hold that. Do you understand, mate? Lock that on as hard as you can.
How you going, mate? You right? (GROANS)
Feel this? This? This?
Alright, mate, well, just lay down there. Lay down, that's it.
Rescue 2 Portable, patient is semiconscious,
in respiratory distress, query internal bleed.
(MURMURS) Where am I?
Chase. How's that patient?
Yeah, uh, no fractures.
Some abrasions on the torso. He's still breathing fine, though.
Alright, leave him. No, no, no, no, no... save him.
(SIGHS) You're hurt worse. We have to see to you.
Let me go!
OK, let's get you out of here.
Up that way.
Really? GPS says that we should... No, no, up that way!
How do you think I snuck up on them to steal their cash? It's quicker.
DEAN: OK, last cut.
Yep. (GRUNTS)
OK, coming through.
LARA: Go.
You're gonna be OK, Mr Merriwether. DEAN: OK, we're good.
This changes nothing. You're the reason she's dead.
And she's the reason you're gonna live.
You think I want that? (PANTS)
Alright, I'm good on this side. Right, I'm set.
Start lifting.
We'll have you out in a second, alright?
(HYPERVENTILATES)
OK, that'll do it.
DEAN: Spineboard.
Yep. (GRUNTS) OK. Here we go.
Ready?
(GROANS)
You OK? Just like that. Yep. OK.
Alright. Now lift. Lift.
(GREG MOANS)
Now lower... lower. (GRUNTS)
(GREG BREATHES HEAVILY) Tension pneumothorax!
DEAN: Chase. (GREG MOANS)
Yep.
(GASPS) (SIGHS) That's it.
It's OK. You're gonna live.
You're dead, old man! No! Get away from him!
Get over here.
HEIDI: Siddy!
Siddy! I got him. I got him.
Siddy, no.
Aaaaaaargh!
(LAUGHS) No, I'm not doing nothing.
I'm not doing nothing.
He's alright, he's alright.
He's alright.
Heidi... Heidi!
What? I didn't kill him.
Could have.
Why'd you do it at all?
I had the knife, he wants to be enemies. That's what we do.
It's sick.
Can't change what you are, bub.
Yeah, you can.
Heidi?
Your boyfriend... that's him, innit?
(WHISPERS) The lucky bastard.
Yeah, he is like that, I know.
Alright, mate, I gotta go. Big man's coming.
You're kidding me. (LAUGHS)
Hey! Cheers, Macca.
Bring your A game. I'll see you Saturday.
Bye. What are you doing? My phone!
Building bridges for you, Vinnie. Who's 'Macca'?
That would be State Coordinator Mike McGinnity.
You what?!
Just chill, Vince. The golf game is back on.
It is. It is.
Just told him my handicap. He wants to play a round.
Fine. Just so long as you don't cramp my style.
With just me.
But I'm gonna put in a good word for you. You know that.
(PHONE RINGS) Do you want me to...?
Marchello.
Righto, I just got a call from the Plagues sergeant-at-arms,
thanking us for saving his life.
We now have a truce.
Told you, just need to talk to them.
You are a bloody problem. Come on. He did good, didn't he?
Huh?
He is right. Am I in?
(SIGHS) You reckon you're a bit of a pool shark, let's see.
We'll play. You win, you're in.
You know, I'm really not that good.
Oh, yeah?
Me either.
Oi! Jordan, where are you going? I need you for doubles.
No, not tonight. Jordan's coming with me.
Why?
Just because.
Because Jordan is... my boyfriend.
(LAUGHS) Come on!
Yeah, good on ya!
OK, I didn't see that coming.
I did.
Saw them in the shower together.
What?! What?
SONG: # See them crawlin'
# Their faces on the ground
# My heart keeps jumpin'
# 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. #