(KNOCKING)
OK. Miss us already?
Don't flatter yourself, your mail's forming drifts in my hallway.
Not bad. Where's Bachelor Number Two?
LACHIE: (GRUNTS) Stupid instructions.
Hey. Furniture, new apartment.
Anyone would think you were settling down, Lachie.
I know. It's sad, hey? IKEA lady thought me and Chase were a couple.
Oh, Chase, you can do better.
So, Deano, you've stepped up? Boot camp.
Take it easy, tiger. It's a morning run.
Right. Just keep up. Let's go.
CHASE: This is gonna suck.
LACHIE: Come on, boys. You ready?
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right.
(LAUGHS)
LACHIE: Harden up, Private Gallagher.
Private? Who made you Captain?
You old blokes need to pace yourselves.
Sorry, we can't hear you... all the way back there, Chasey.
First one to the point... Hey! (GRUNTS)
How about Captain Chase Gallagher?
Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
Oh! (WOMAN SCREAMS)
Uh, guys?
Guys?
Help!
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. #
CHASE: Fourth floor.
It was the third apartment along. Yeah.
BOTH: Rescue.
I got it.
Hello, Rescue. We need access to your apartment.
Try the next one.
I got this.
You gonna tell me you learnt this in the SAS?
Nup, breaking into your room as a kid.
Hello?
Help! DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't move, don't move.
We're with Rescue. We'll get you down. What's your name?
Kim. OK, Kim, stay still. We're coming.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm gonna get something to secure you and Kim.
(KIM SCREAMS) LACHIE: It's OK. It's OK.
Sorry, buddy, can I borrow this? Sorry. He'll call you back.
Uh, Vince? Yeah, we got a situation.
A kite-surfer has been blown onto a building.
DEAN: Try not to get yourself killed, huh?
Almost getting used to having you around.
Ah! Progress.
Here we go.
LACHIE: Stay still DEAN: Can you bring her in?
There we go. Nup. The kite ropes are snagged.
They've got her stabilised for now.
But I don't know how long Lachie can hold her.
Bloody kite-surfing, Mickey Mouse sport if ever I saw one.
What's wrong with just grabbing a board and catching a wave?
I'll ask her when she comes down.
VINCE: Good, you do that.
Right, I'll go to the roof and secure the kite sail.
No, you won't. Wait for back-up.
Rescue One is around the corner. Keep me posted.
I'm gonna bring you in nice and tight.
I'm Lachie, how you doing? Been better.
You right? Good.
(SIRENS WAIL)
Sitrep, Chase?
No fractures or lacerations, from what I can tell,
but that chute's hanging by a thread.
Let's set up an anchor point on the roof, bring her down.
I'll go and make Dean and Lachie safe.
JORDAN: Dean sign up to one of Lachie's boot camp? Masochist.
He's a friggin' hard-ass. And the rest.
Hard ass, hard abs, hard biceps. (HEIDI LAUGHS)
Michelle, how's the Inquisition? We still in business?
Don't joke. Douglass is talking budget cuts.
He's gonna axe one the units.
Surely not ours. We got the best record in the State.
Oh, Di Stefano's mob are in striking distance. Hey, listen, Vince.
I need that yellow folder with our response times in it.
Have one of the boys run it over when they get in, yeah?
Uh, the Gallaghers are on a job.
I thought they had the morning off. VINCE: Yeah, they did.
They found a kite-surfer hanging off the side of an apartment block.
They just jumped in without any proper gear or back-up?
Well, apparently she's cute. (MUTTERS) They never listen to me.
It's beyond the call of duty, Michelle.
The Commissioner will love it. Not if she falls to her death.
Just get me that folder, Vince. VINCE: Righto.
LeTourneau. Di Stefano.
DEAN: You got her?
Please, get me off. We're just waiting for Rescue, Kim.
I thought you were Rescue. We're off-duty.
We were until we saw you. How is she?
Like you'd expect.
One minute, she's catching air off a wave. The next, she's stuck up there.
HEIDI: (ON RADIO) Lara, we're on the roof.
We'll let you know when the kite rig's secured.
You right? Grab her, grab her.
DEAN: Kim, this is Lara.
Hey, Kim. We're gonna secure you, alright?
Just hurry. LACHIE: Hold on.
LACHIE: Loosen it off, Deano. DEAN: Yep.
LACHIE: You're doing good. I got you. I got you.
You OK? Yep.
Good.
KIM: Little better now.
HEIDI: Lara, kite secured.
Still looking for somewhere to live? We need a flatmate.
JORDAN: Flatmate or flat-screen?
If you want to bring the 40-inch,
I'm sure we'd find somewhere to put it.
It's a 50-inch and it's me mum's.
Besides, this place isn't for me. Too many tossers.
Well, what's one more?
I've got a friend who's looking for a place. I'll give you his number.
His number? What? He's a friend.
Hey, we split up. You can date whoever you want.
Oh, thank you. I'm not dating anyone.
Why? Are you?
What self-respecting woman would date someone who still lives with their mum?
She did.
Rescue Base to Rescue 2 Portable. Sitrep, Lara.
Rescue 2 Portable. The patient's name is Kim Whiteley, Vince.
We're securing her now. We should have her free in a few minutes.
VINCE: Well, get a move on. There's a heavy onshore breeze coming your way.
It could blow her off the building. LARA: Yeah, copy that.
Damn. Perfect kite-surfing conditions.
You're gonna end up blown into the harbour if you're not careful.
Where's the fun in being careful?
So, uh, you're into extreme sports, Kimbo?
KIM: Not just sports. You?
Uh, well, let's just say I wouldn't be much use to Rescue
if I couldn't handle heights.
He's tuning her. Well, he's a Gallagher, isn't he?
KIM: Rescue must be a pretty cool job.
Oh, yeah, life's an adventure. Living life on the edge. It's pretty cool.
Yeah, really on the edge. Last week, we spent the whole day oiling tools.
Real Indiana Jones stuff. I've got her.
How you going? I'm Jordan.
I'm gonna strap this on and get you out of here.
You can take me anywhere.
Do you reckon you could get any closer to her?
I should cut him loose.
LACHIE: Yeah, so, like I was saying, we had this rescue last week,
underwater rescue about four to five metres...
Is that right?
You came down that rope pretty quick.
Yeah? I don't know, just practice.
KIM: How do you keep your nerve?
I don't know. I just don't think about it, really.
Yeah, it's actually perfectly safe. It's fine.
So, there's some justice in the world.
Come in, Gallagher.
Your time's up.
DEAN: Come on, Lachie. LARA: That's the way, easy does it.
(LARA LAUGHS)
When your, uh, ego's recovered,
head downstairs and help Jordan with the patient.
(LARA LAUGHS) LACHIE: Ha-ha-ha.
Lachie?
That's the one.
How did you know?
Ah, you were at the Bayview Hotel Thursday night. Enid, yeah?
We haven't met but, uh, I know all about you.
Well, that's lucky for you. I didn't catch your name.
Your mates in WA told us everything, Gallagher.
How long did you reckon you could keep it a secret?
If this is about killing that swan,
it shouldn't have been on the go-kart track in the first place.
Enough bullshit. Let's go.
Oh! So, my place or yours first?
Hold him!
LACHIE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Chase, are you seeing this?
CHASE: Rescue 4 Portable to all units, we've got a situation on the beach.
Lachie's just been grabbed by someone.
Are you right with this? HEIDI: Yeah, go, go.
Seriously, fellas, I'm in the middle of a rescue.
Move it, Gallagher.
Rescue Base. Chase, repeat that.
A woman and some guys in suits are dragging Lachie into their car.
What kind of suits?
I don't know, cops, gangsters - suits.
Well, get down there and stop them. Deano, can you confirm?
Dean, do you copy?
Get off me!
Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing? Back off!
Lachie!
Lachie! Lachie!
CHASE: What happened? DEAN: Lachie happened. Come on.
LARA: (ON RADIO) Rescue 2 Portable to Rescue 3 Portable.
Jordan, are you ready to take her down yet?
Rescue 3 Portable. almost there, Lara.
And I thought kite-surfing was a rush.
It's not always like this.
JORDAN: (ON RADIO) Rescue 3 Portable to Rescue 5 Portable.
She's free.
What about you, Jordan? Can you still breathe?
Girlfriend?
Her? Yeah. Uh, I mean, no. No, ex.
Are you sure?
Sure I'm sure. Ancient history.
JORDAN: Let's go.
Thank you Mr Di Stefano, excellent work, as always.
Station Manager LeTourneau, Sydney.
What do you mean they just dragged him off?
Is it an arrest or a kidnapping?
We're trying to find out. The local cops are on their way.
Ms LeTourneau, the floor is yours. MICHELLE: Bastards.
Excuse me? Oh, I'm sorry. Not you, sir.
I've got to go, Vince.
May I be excused, sir?
I have an unfolding situation involving one of my crew.
DI STEFANO: Another one.
This is not a good time, LeTourneau.
This is your chance to present your case to the group.
Any decisions made in your absence
could have serious consequences for your unit.
My unit's response times speak for themselves.
I'm sorry. You may well be.
COMMISSIONER: You're excused.
DEAN: Lachie!
CHASE: Do you know this chick? DEAN: Never seen her before.
Does he have any enemies? Come on, Chase, it's Lachie.
Oh, stupid question.
Rescue 4 Portable to Rescue Base. We've found the car.
It's a black Holden Caprice.
Zulu, Bravo, Alpha, 2-6-7. They're Federal plates.
Feds, shit. What does that mean?
It means Lachie's pissed off someone important.
Rescue 2 Portable to Rescue 1 Portable.
Dean, any sign of Lachie?
There.
CHASE: They're heading over the rocks!
Stay where you are. The cops are on their way.
Tell them to catch up.
VINCE: (ON RADIO) Deano, you don't know what you're walking into here.
Chase, stop him.
CHASE: Where'd they go? I don't know.
But if they're spooks, we might want to start looking under rocks.
Hey, Lachie!
Chase, he's not getting in that car until we know who these clowns are.
WOMAN: Stop, Gallagher, you've got nowhere to go!
Lachie! Lachie!
Sorry.
Get down there, and see where he comes out.
Whoa! Stop! Stop!
Move! You're in the way. That's the whole point.
You secret squirrels tell us what you're doing.
Gathering nuts. Now, move.
CHASE: Who are you?
Major Claire Newell, Australian Defence Force investigator.
Now, move, or I will have you arrested.
Chase, they're here now. I'll send them to you.
Hi. I don't know what's happening, but they're up at the point.
Did Major Newell say what she wanted with Lachie?
Apparently, it's classified.
That'll go down well with Dean.
Let's get up there.
JORDAN: Yeah, they've gotta check you out.
Can't you do that?
No, they've got to give you X-rays, but I'm sure you'll be OK.
Thanks to you. It was a team effort.
Oh, come on - anyone can haul on a rope,
but you stepped over the edge for me.
True.
So, um... (CLEARS THROAT) Do you have a number?
Come on, Jordan, step over the edge.
Hey!
HEIDI: Zwitkowski!
Excuse me.
A little help?
I can't believe you hit on a concussed patient.
Are you serious? That's not classy.
Who says she's concussed?
Come on, she was all over you.
You were once. I guess you had a head injury too, eh?
Yeah, that would explain it.
LARA: You two...
Whatever you think Lachie's done, you're wrong, OK?
CHASE: He's our brother. We know him.
Oh, he's told you all about his tours of duty, has he?
What he got up to in Afghanistan?
Yeah, didn't think so.
Major Newell, what kind of stunt are you pulling,
dragging one of my crew off in the middle of a rescue?
Michelle LeTourneau, right?
Yeah. I've got a right to know what you want with my employee.
No, you don't, and if you impede my investigation,
I'll have you charged with treason under the Internal Security Act.
That's bullshit.
Vince Marchello, 51, divorced... twice,
lives alone, loves the dogs, surfing.
Gold membership at the Ambassador Club.
Didn't know you had a law degree, as well.
It's a platinum membership.
This is harassment.
No, it's an investigation.
I also know that you're standing up Commissioner Douglass at the moment.
Don't give me a reason to call him.
Ma'am, he's gone.
Well, he's gotta show up somewhere.
Listen, any one of you sees him, you call me.
I know he's your brother, but he's no saint, trust me.
We are not the bad guys, here.
You play the part pretty well.
Well, I admire your loyalty.
Pity it doesn't run in the family.
Oh, and what's that supposed to mean, huh?
Where's your brother?
VINCE: Tell them they need a warrant. CHASE: Yeah, they've got one.
Well, if they give you any more trouble, let me know.
I've got Rescue legal team chomping at the bit.
Will do. Bye.
Oi! What are you looking for?
Your brother.
He's not gonna be hiding in the toaster, is he?
Are you right?
VINCE: He's vanished?
Yeah, well, he's SAS. He's trained to live in caves and eat seaweed.
Look, I'm gonna grab my stuff and head to the old man's,
see if he's holed up there.
I'm guessing this isn't gonna make it into your presentation tomorrow.
Who knows what I missed?
Di Stefano's probably passed a motion to shut us down.
You know, I, uh... I see your mate, Di Stefano,
down at the Ambassador Club a fair bit.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, he's got a weakness for old single-malt,
gets very chatty when he's had a few.
Is that right? Mm.
This only goes to a select few.
Platinum card, access all areas.
(CHUCKLES) Lovely.
Thank you, Vince.
Nothing? He'll turn up.
Yeah, five years from now, like nothing ever happened.
Oh, you're kidding me!
Stalker alert!
Hey. How'd you pull up?
A few bruised ribs and, uh, no concussion.
No concussion? That's good. What are you doing here?
We got cut off before. You were about to give me your number.
I was?
(SIGHS) Yeah, well, I can't. It's against the rules.
Whose rules? Hers?
No, Rescue's.
Can't fraternise with the patients outside of Rescue.
It's a shame. We could have had some fun fraternising.
Why are you looking so smug?
I don't look smug. You should have got her number.
What? Carpe diem, Jordan. Seize the day.
You're a free agent.
Carpe what? Now you tell me.
Why did you do that? I don't know. (SIGHS)
I mean, I want him to be happy, but she's so... It's weird.
You know what I mean?
Sure.
That's Dad's place, gym. Alan's Chinese Palace.
Does he hang around anywhere else?
At 5:00 in the morning, don't ask me.
Uh, do you want dinner or breakfast?
Either way, it's noodles.
What about his stuff, Chase?
I mean, does he have an address book or anything?
No, I already looked. Only what's in that box there.
Kind of hard to believe, a 29-year-old bloke,
and this is the extent of his worldly possessions.
Yeah, well, he moved around a lot.
Yeah, running from one spot fire to the next.
What did he do?
He punched out his commanding officer. That's why they discharged him.
There's got to be more to it than that.
You reckon he killed someone?
Chase, I don't think the SAS were in Afghanistan, shopping for carpets.
You know what's sad?
That he's in real shit and he still doesn't come to us for help.
(DOOR OPENS) Lachie?
Lachie! Not this time.
Step aside, boys.
(CLICKS FINGERS)
(SIGHS)
18 months ago, I was on recon with my unit,
and we started copping some seriously heavy fire.
We called in air support but it didn't come.
Absolute shit-fight, so we retreated.
My mate, Jake, he died. And two more wounded.
And?
The powers that be are saying we did get the air support.
They're saying we lost our nerve, and our CO accused us of cowardice.
So, it's your word against the army? Sounds like a typical Lachie fight.
Not just my word.
I recorded the entire thing on my head-cam and kept it.
Now the brass wants to bury it.
CHASE: Where is it? A lockup in Lane Cove.
The key's in my work locker.
Why didn't you do something with it before this, like put it on WikiLeaks?
If you had the dirt on Rescue, Chase, what would you do?
I was just trying to do my job.
I wasn't looking for some smoking gun.
The army's been like family, boys.
What would your mate, Jake, have wanted you to do?
Well, he wouldn't want to be remembered as a coward,
I can tell you that.
He'd want me to march right up to the army officers,
come clean and stuff the consequences.
It's your call.
If you want to run, we won't judge you.
But if you stay and fight,
we've got your back.
So, what's it gonna be, Lachie?
VINCE: Rescue Base to Rescue One. LARA: Rescue One.
VINCE: We got a callout to Ocean Drive, Freshwater Beach.
Some idiot's stuck on a cliff, over.
LARA: lt'd be quicker if Dean went straight from the station.
VINCE: It would be if he's here.
Right now, I'm down three Gallaghers.
Lights and bells, Lara. Rescue Base out.
Copy that. (TURNS SIREN ON)
Anyway, Jordan, I did you a favour. She wasn't your type.
I'm looking out for you.
Maybe she's out of my league anyway. What?!
What does that make me, bargain basement?
Guys, enough!
I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone.
Just make a decision, OK?
You're either together or you're not.
Not. Not.
(SIGHS) Alright.
(SIREN WAILS)
MICHELLE: What's on this memory stick - some drunken General?
An officer making a pass at his subordinate?
My orders are retrieve the footage, not comment on it.
So, you can't tell me whether Lachie's done anything illegal.
I can tell you he attacked his CO.
He ran from the field of battle - he's a coward at best.
Not the Lachie I know.
LACHIE: Leave her alone, Major. DEAN: Take it easy.
He's not gonna run.
You want me, you got me.
You know what I want. Yeah, another pip on your shoulder.
Lachie, this is the Rescue lawyer.
Don't say anything until she gets here.
Can we have a moment in private, please?
Wait for the lawyer, Lachie.
Off the record.
Sure.
The army doesn't like cowards, Lachie.
It especially doesn't like cowards who sell out their mates.
NEWELL: Rescue, huh?
So, what is it you do here?
You pull cats out of trees,
help old ladies out of the shower, that sort of thing?
Yeah, on a tough day.
It's gotta be a step down.
For a desk jockey like yourself, it might seem that way.
(CLEARS THROAT)
East Timor.
Good.
Whipper snipper.
(LAUGHS)
Come on, Lachie, you're army. You're always gonna be army.
Yeah.
Got a discharge paper that says differently.
And what if I can make that go away?
You give us the footage,
authorisation to readmit you into the SAS,
pending a psych and physical assessment.
You see, if it were up to me,
you would be in a dark hole somewhere.
Oh, cheers.
But, uh, I guess someone up there likes you.
No.
Somebody up there wants to shut me up.
Think about it.
You start over, record swept clean.
You're serious? I can start over?
She's stuck about halfway down. LARA: Righto.
Jordan, set the anchors and help Heidi with the gear.
There you go, mate.
Thank you, Officer Wilson.
I take it back.
I liked it better when you were arguing.
You blokes can forget about looking in that truck. I just had it detailed.
I don't care. Show us. Come on!
Our orders are to search this entire station.
Alright. Now, move it!
Too late, too late. Put 'em away, put 'em away.
Lachie, what's going on?
Got a change of plans. Where you going?
I've got to go to Dad's house. I left the key to the storage unit there.
Uh, but... I'm sorry, guys, alright?
NEWELL: Don't be.
You're doing the right thing.
Let's go.
He told us it was in the locker. Yes, he did.
Alright. Let's get this key.
I don't envy you, explaining this to the Commissioner.
(CAR STARTS)
At least I'm up to speed with yesterday's discussions.
You were right.
A few shots of single-malt
and Di Stefano was singing like a canary.
Well, if you like, I can put the good word in.
They're always looking for female members.
That was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, Vince.
Where's Jordan?
Rescue Team Leader, I've sighted the patient...
(RADIO BREAKS UP)
Repeat, Lara. We didn't catch the last bit.
You are not gonna believe this. Come and check it out.
(LAUGHS)
You've got to be joking. What a fruit!
I'm coming up. Jordan, she wants you.
Yeah, I bet she does.
Leave her.
If she can climb down, she can climb back up.
LARA: That's a negative, Vince. She really is stuck.
VINCE: What's her mental state? She need a psych assessment?
Yes! (LAUGHS) Doubtful.
I think she's just rich and bored and looking for a thrill.
VINCE: Base to Rescue 3 Portable.
Jordan, tell your admirer, if she wants a thrill,
I can have her charged with being a public nuisance.
Yeah, copy that, Vince.
The boss isn't happy.
And the ex? Especially not happy.
You can't be doing this, Kim.
You were the one that said you couldn't fraternise outside of rescues.
True.
And this is the only place I get you to myself.
Not the only place.
HEIDI: Rescue 5 Portable. Sitrep, Jordan.
JORDAN: We're ready. Bring us up.
LARA: You right? That's the way. OK. Easy does it.
Done her nose-to-toes. Bet you have.
She's fine. HEIDI: Yeah? What about you?
We need to treat you for a crush injury?
Sounds like you're the one with the crush.
(LAUGHS) You know what? Jordan can date whoever he wants.
Just not crazy stalkers.
What, like an over-protective ex who can't let go?
Is that the best you've got? OK. We're done here.
Yep.
Stay out of trouble. No promises.
Bye, Jords. BOTH: Jords?!
Leave her alone.
Rescue 3 Portable to Rescue 4 Portable.
You copy, Chase?
Jordan, how's the groupie? Ha-ha. Very funny, mate.
Listen, about that spare room, I wouldn't mind checking it out.
CHASE: Sure. Maintenance guy's got a key, I'll tell him you're coming.
Sweet. Over.
I thought you said this area was full of tossers?
I can't live with me mum all me life.
CHASE: This is it.
Piece of cake.
Hey! That's my surfboard.
He told me he lost it.
He's got my 'Phantom' comics.
'Phantom'? Yeah, "Ghost Who Walks".
He's awesome.
He's a man in tights, that's all I'm saying.
Hey.
No memory stick.
How far away is Dad's place?
20 k's.
I reckon Lachie's bought us about 30 minutes, give or take.
Come on. Let's do it.
Excuse the boxes. We only just moved in.
No, I like it.
Not at all what I expected.
What did you expect?
I don't know.
I thought you might be the kind of guy who lives with his mother.
I'm kidding.
It's cool.
Very, um, minimalist.
Oh, well, less is more.
Mm.
So, where's the bedroom?
Down here.
Just checking my flatmate's not home.
Thank you, Chase.
(LAUGHS)
No, no. Leave it on.
(SINGS DRUNKENLY)
Lachie's enlistment party, remember?
Yeah, I remember. I was the one who turned the music off on you.
That's another one for you.
(CHEERING ON CAMERA)
Nah. It's the triathlon.
(GRUNTING AND PANTING ON CAMERA)
No, that's not it.
No, I swear it was under the kitchen sink.
Dad must have cleaned the place out.
Excuse me. We need to access Lachlan Gallagher's unit.
You too? Ma'am?
CLAIRE: Ah. And what are they doing here?
I don't know, maybe a lock-in. We get 'em occasionally.
Alright, no more pissing about.
You listen to me. The deal's off.
You understand? You're going to jail.
The question is are your brothers going with you?
'Cause I will make sure they do time for this.
What's up? Let's go.
You get me that memory stick.
I think I got it.
(GUNFIRE ON CAMERA)
LACHIE: (ON CAMERA) Mum? Dad?
This isn't a goodbye, 'cause I'm gonna see you again.
Deano, I borrowed your surfboard
and I borrowed your Year 11 girlfriend, Tara Bishop.
I just figured, you know, you weren't that keen on her and...
It was only once. Little shit.
Boys, look, I know we've had our differences, mostly Dean's fault.
I just want to say I love you both.
'Cause we've got a pretty serious situation here.
I don't know how it's gonna pan out.
Alright.
It's been now three hours since radio contact. We still have nothing.
We have to move out in five minutes, air cover or not.
MAN: (ON VIDEO) Aaagh!
Jake? Heavy fire, I've been hit.
Has it been 30 minutes? Give or take.
LACHIE: Just let me talk to 'em.
Dean, Chase, boys, come out.
LACHIE: Boys, you don't know what you're doing.
Go!
What are you doing? We're trying to help you.
You're not, Dean. You're gonna stuff it all up, mate.
Chase! Chase, you're not doing anyone any favours here, alright?
Just give me the memory stick.
So you can bury it like you buried Lachie's career?
You and Dean have done that yourselves.
Lachie could have had his old job back, but you have screwed that up.
Yeah, you kind of did.
Chase!
Where's the camera?
VINCE: Look out!
(SCREAMS)
Go, go.
(KISSING)
(KIM LAUGHS)
HEIDI: (ON RADIO) Rescue 2 to Rescue 3 Portable.
Jordan, do you copy?
JORDAN: Damn.
HEIDI: Do you copy, Jordan?
KIM: Ignore her.
Jordan, come in.
We've got a potential crush injury at Lane Cove.
Don't. I've gotta.
She's got you wrapped around her stitch plate, doesn't she?
HEIDI: Do you copy, Jordan? It's my job, Kim.
Rescue 3 Portable go ahead.
Finally. Where are you?
I'm at Chase's, checking out the view.
Well, finish up. We'll be there in two minutes.
Rescue 2, out. JORDAN: Copy that, Heidi.
Our response times have fallen by 90 seconds in the past quarter,
which is above the statistical mean.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
The statistical mean...
Continue, Ms LeTourneau, take your time.
Yes, thank you.
(PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)
This better be an emergency, Vince.
VINCE: There's been an accident involving Major Newell.
Potential crush industry. This is big trouble for the Gallaghers, Michelle.
We need you there.
I'm on my way. I'll meet you there.
Yep.
May I be excused, Commissioner?
There's an urgent matter I need to attend to.
It's not a matter of national security, by any chance?
I had a call this morning
from a very indignant military investigator,
who went to great pains to tell me you've been extremely uncooperative
in her inquiries.
Just protecting my team, sir. They're threatening legal action.
With all due respect, sir, she can stick her legal action.
I will back my team
against some trumped-up witch-hunt any day of the week.
Michelle, in a few minutes, I have to make a very important decision.
One of these teams will have to be closed down.
Do you think it's wise to abandon your closing statement at this time?
JORDAN: You got everything - phone, keys?
KIM: Yes, Jordan.
Did we make the bed?
Yes.
Goodbye, Jordan.
Hey, wait up. Are we gonna see each other again?
Maybe when you're single. I am single.
Keep telling yourself that.
What is she doing here? I had to lay down the law.
Just had to explain, work and play doesn't mix.
Some people just don't get it. Yeah, I guess not.
One, two, three.
OK.
MAN: Major Newell? Major Newell? Get her out, Gallagher.
Major Newell, are you alright? LACHIE: Can you hear me?
CHASE: Lachie, get back, we need to stabilise her first.
I've gotta make this right, bro.
You're not gonna make it right by killing yourself.
Here. We've got a pulse, boys.
Alright, I'll get the spineboard. Chase, get this site secure.
I want her outta here. Guys, I need you to back off.
We'll take it from here. Over there. OK.
Chase, torch.
(CLAIRE MOANS)
Claire, can you hear me? It's Lachie.
Fastest response time in the State, my arse.
That's good. Just hang in there.
Didn't you hear your brother tell you to back off?
Sometimes you gotta bend the rules.
Alright. What have we got?
She got lucky. Good radial pulse, pupils equal and reacting.
I'm pretty sure she's just trapped.
Chase, Oxy-Viva. Let's get her out of here.
LACHIE: Stay still.
I don't need it. I don't need it. Yeah, you do.
Just hang in there, Claire. You're doing well.
Couple of minutes, we'll have you out of here, OK?
You see how far you get.
Hey, hey! Just... just watch.
I need you to watch this.
LACHIE: (ON CAMERA) Hi, it's been now three hours since radio contact
and we still have nothing.
We have to move out in five minutes, air cover or not.
JAKE: (ON CAMERA) Aaagh! LACHIE: Jake, take cover!
I've been hit. Heavy fire! I've been hit!
LACHIE: Jake, we've got to get you out of here now, OK?
How is she?
Worse than she's making out, but she'll live.
And Lachie?
Depends on her. She's got his future in her hands.
And his past.
DEAN: Lachie, good to go?
We're gonna get you an ambulance.
Listen, I was wrong about you.
You're not a coward.
Or your mates.
I'm gonna make sure my superiors know it.
And show them this and tell them about air support not coming.
Orders are orders. But you've seen it.
You know what happened, Claire. It doesn't mean I can do what I like.
Lachie, we're army.
We don't do what we're told, everything goes pear-shaped.
Right.
Yeah. I understand.
I guess it's lucky that... I'm not army.
Hey! Adams! Adams!
Give it here. Back off.
Back off. Back off.
Right, anyone who is not Rescue, clear out.
You heard her. Piss off out of here. You're obstructing a rescue.
Michelle! Will you talk some sense into your unit leader?
He's about to bring a mountain of shit down onto your team.
Get her out of here. CLAIRE: Michelle!
Michelle! Just hand over the camera now.
LACHIE: Alright, prepare to lift.
CLAIRE: The army is not gonna let this go.
CLAIRE: You have not heard the end of this.
CHASE: Bye.
ADAMS: Yeah, we'll see you soon. We'll be waiting.
Why did you do that?
Because we made the stupid decision to hire you
and, unfortunately, that makes you Rescue.
And she was very rude, Lachie.
Now, look, Michelle, I appreciate the support, but they will bury us.
Well, not if we strike first, go over their heads,
talk to the people who make the orders.
And make a copy first, damn it.
Right, we're done here. Debrief when we get back.
And you, my brother... Hey.
...Tara Bishop, Year 11, huh?
Oh, no, that was, um...
I want my surfboard back as well.
Hey, and is that you and Tara in the other video
that we found in the shed?
'Cause that - that is weird.
(LAUGHS) You run.
You run. Run right now!
Come on, mate, it's 200 bucks a week - it's a bargain.
Yeah, not if we're all unemployed tomorrow.
You should do it, Jordan. I'm sure the chicks will dig it.
What, and leave my mum's plasma? No way.
(SCOFFS)
Good news?
Not for Di Stefano, no. The Commissioner axed his unit.
That sucks.
Yeah, I'm gonna go for a consolation drink with him later.
Oh! What?
I've discovered I like single-malt whiskey.
Right.
CHASE: We still have jobs. Everyone's a winner.
HEIDI: Ooh! LARA: G'day, soldier.
MICHELLE: Very nice.
You're a little bit overdressed, brother. It's just a debrief.
Got myself a date with the colonel of Victoria Barracks.
Gonna show him this, make sure he watches it.
Well, just don't punch this one, OK?
Yeah. Save some pizza. I'll see you soon.
HEIDI: Hope so.
DEAN: You never know.
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. #