Oh, shit!
- Who's there? - It's me!
What?
Where are we?
- We're in a car boot. - Yeah, I got that. Oh, God.
How long have I been out?
Seven minutes.
Oh, sorry.
- Here. - What did you do?
- Oh, no. Hang on, there's a... - Is there a button?
There's a light... No, there's a switch. Hang on.
- Do it again. - I know. There. There.
What was that?
What's your name?
Chelsea.
Chelsea. That's a pretty name. Here, just...
Okay.
What are you doing? Please, don't do anything. I don't wanna die!
Chelsea, if I don't do something, we're already dead, okay?
We've stopped!
Are we gonna die?
♪ Hurt like a bird on a wire ♪
♪ You got cursed You got burnt ♪
♪ Something that no one deserves ♪
♪ Has broken your wings You forgot how to sing ♪
♪ All the trouble it brings Trouble that it brings ♪
Marina, aisle ten, price check grocery.
♪ For the first time in your life ♪
♪ You're coming home ♪
♪ You can feel the strength ♪
♪ Returning to your bones ♪
Got a Cyclops coming up.
Get amongst it.
Squeeze in. I'll put that through, if you like.
I'll call you back. Excuse me, I'm next.
This won't take a second.
Well, neither will these.
Thanks.
Just 'cause she's old means she can't wait like the rest of us.
It's not rocket surgery, Lola.
Just blip, bag, blip, bag. That's it.
There's no blip, argue with the customer, bag. It's just blip, bag...
Hang on, how'd that go again, Dale? Blip, bag, blip...
Okay, I'm not joking. That lady last week made a formal complaint.
Yeah, well, she had anger management issues.
They always do with you.
By the way, I've had to adjust shifts and you're off Sundays for now.
- What? - Just for now.
- I'll try to work out something. - I need those shifts!
- I can't pay rent without the double. - I don't make the rules.
- This came from up top. - There is no up top, Dale.
You're not working for the World Bank. That Sunday shift's mine.
You know, if I was you, I would watch it, Lola.
- You're standing on thin ground. - You can't just pull my shifts.
- No. - Fine.
- You can shove your job up your arse. - Here we go again. Lola...
And it is "ice", Dale. "Standing on thin ice".
See you tomorrow.
Chelsea? Need a word.
I'll sort this out. Get back to you later.
Just got off the phone with the auditors.
- It seems there have been some anomalies? - Pardon?
There's money missing from the Henderson portfolio...
- That's not my account... - You didn't work on it?
Well, yes. I did, but only as a favor to Brent...
No one is accusing anyone of doing anything.
We just want to find out what happened.
The auditors will need access to your files.
Right then. That's...
- Something happened... - I have some great news.
Good.
Steve got tickets to the Comic Con.
- Yay. - So, we can finally go.
We?
Yeah, me and Stevie boy.
We don't have anything on the weekend, do we?
Sweet.
We're flying down tomorrow.
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Hi, Lola. Change your number again?
So, how are ya?
Good. Busy.
Oh, yeah?
- Looking after yourself? - Yeah.
How's Susie?
She left before Christmas.
Sorry. I didn't know.
Hey, Lola. I've gotta go.
Don't call me "Lola".
Mum, I have to go, all right? We're sailing out tonight.
Tonight? Where are you going this time?
Daru.
Daru? Where's that?
Papua New Guinea. I gotta go, all right?
- Well, when are you coming back? - Why?
What do you mean "why"? I'm your mother.
Next Friday.
- I gotta go, all right? - Okay, well take...
Hey! Hey!
Hey mate, what are you doing?
Shit.
- Are you all right? - Oh, God!
Here, here, let me help you. Oh, God!
Hey, Mary Poppins, you wanna give me a hand?
Hey... There you go. Just...
Hey! Help!
Mate, it's okay, we're gonna get you some help, all right? Just, just, shit...
Let go!
No!
Don't move.
Shit!
Don't move!
- You said that already. - Yeah, then just, don't.
Christ.
What are you doing here?
- It's our bus stop. - Shit!
In the boot.
Get in.
- No. - What?
Get in!
Okay. Okay.
- In. - I'm getting in. I'm getting in.
Just...
I'm not getting in there.
Get in.
- I have a condition. - I have a gun.
Get in, Lola.
How do you know my name?
I'm not getting in.
Okay...
All right.
What are you doing? Please, don't do it again. I don't want to die.
Chelsea, if I don't do something, we're already dead, okay?
We've stopped!
Are we gonna die?
Here, here, put your hand on this.
Put your hand on this. Here, there, there, there.
- Here? - There, there.
I've got it.
All right. There's gotta be a...
Let's just leave it. Can't we just wait?
Chelsea, he's not taking us for a joyride, okay? Just...
There's gotta be a latch or something. Hold on a sec.
Have you got a phone?
- In my bag. - Where's your bag?
Maybe, he's just going to drop us off somewhere and get away.
Yeah, and make us a cocktail with those little umbrellas.
- Okay. - Just scoot over.
- I need to pull the carpet back. - What are you doing? Why?
Because underneath is... There's a spare tire and a jack thing.
What are you going to do with that?
Well, when he stops the car, you distract him and I'm going to hit him.
Distract? How am I gonna distract him?
Well, I don't know with your charm, your looks.
- Just keep him busy and I'll... - I'm not like that.
Fine. Then just use... use your eyes.
Just keep him busy and I'll whack him.
No, that's a terrible idea. He has a gun.
Which is why we need the jack thing, okay? Just get over...
- Never mind. - My eye!
- I'm s... just... - You hit me in the eye.
- No, hang on wait, turn that... - I'm trying.
Pull it. There, pull that thing. There! Pull it there.
Yes, I've got it, okay? Hush, turn it off! We've stopped again.
What are you going to be?
He's not giving it back! Hey, it's my go.
- Hey... No, no, no... - Good morning.
- Morning, people. - That's enough. We're about to go.
Is that mine, sweetie? Thank you so much.
Ray, don't!
Dad!
- Yes? - Ray?
- What do you think? - Is Ray there?
Ray!
Someone on your other phone.
Your other, other phone.
You know most people find one phone's enough.
- Hello? - The whole thing went to shit.
- Can you just hold on, please? - One more.
That's right, go off and make your secret man date.
Mum!
- It's Chris, right? - You said no one would be killed.
All right, just take a deep breath. Where's Jones?
Jones is dead.
Jones is a madman. He just came out shooting.
He even tried to kill a couple of women.
- Dad! Dad, look! - Sweetie, can you put that away?
You said it'd be a simple handover. Car for the money.
Can you just hold on a second please, Chris?
- Sure! - Yes, mate.
Eighty thousand, Dad, on the third level!
Mate, that's fantastic. Off you go. Pack your bag.
- Don't forget your footy boots, all right? - Okay.
Sorry, Chris, bit of a crazy morning.
- Have you got the car? - Yeah.
Okay, nothing's changed. You drive to the Bakmon yards.
You drive straight there and you wait to hear from me.
Okay.
You mentioned something about two women.
Yeah, they came out of nowhere. One of them shot Jones.
Where did they get to?
- Chris? - In the boot.
I didn't say anything.
Well "shh" anyway! He's talking to someone.
They saw my face.
Look, these things happen. All right mate, I've gotta go...
You take the car to the yards, okay?
You take care of yourself and I'll...
Just make sure you take care of those two women as well, all right?
Chris!
Okay.
Get out.
- We're fine in here, thanks. - It's surprisingly comfortable.
Just get out already.
- I need to go to the toilet. - No.
- Please. Please, I really need to go. - Absolutely not.
What, you're just going to make her go there, are you?
All right.
You go over there. Stay where I can see you. One of you stays here.
Oy!
You try anything funny,
- your friend here dies. - She's not my friend.
- Just... We just catch the same bus... - Whatever.
- You've got one minute. - Who goes in one minute?
- We've been locked in there for ages. - You're not...
understanding how this works.
Hey, where I can see you!
- But I can't... - Deck, squat!
- Okay. - Squat standing up!
But...
Mate, why don't you just let us go?
We're not going to say anything. If the cops ask, we'll just say
it was the other guy with the gun. Why do you wanna make this worse than it is?
- Just... - What are you, 22, 23?
- Hey? - Got a son almost your age.
I couldn't actually go because I can't go when someone's watching or listening.
- What? I wasn't listening! Go! - But thanks for letting me go.
What the hell are you doing? Get over here! Near the pylon, here! Here!
Wait, you're not gonna...
- Please, you don't have to do this. - Turn around.
Why would he let me go to the toilet if I...
He's not going to shoot two women in the back.
- He's not that kind of person. - Please...
Are you?
- Get in the boot. - What?
Get in the boot, now!
- Please, don't make us go back in there. - Just get in!
If you put us back in there, I swear I'm going to scream the whole way down.
Just put us in the... Just put us in the back.
Jesus! No!
Yes.
You're gonna drive so I'm gonna have my gun on you.
You're going to sit in the backseat but let me make this...
- perfectly clear. - I don't drive.
Shit.
You're gonna drive and you're gonna sit in the backseat.
- Is it a manual? - If you just get in.
GSW to the chest. The victim's name is... Victor Maric.
Hey... See this?
What kept you?
- Sir. - Boss.
What's the first thing we always do, boys?
Secure the CCTV. There is always a camera somewhere.
- Did they leave anything? - No, they wiped the lot.
Get crime scene in here for prints.
- You're the new guy. - Sorry.
Josh. Josh Levine.
Levine, that's right, I've heard about you.
So what do you think of the shit storm out there?
A dead cop lying next to a drug baron's nephew is...
Don't jump to conclusions. This is sensitive stuff.
Seal in here as well. Only must-knows in. Use the Terrorism Act if you have to.
- Now? - Yep.
Welcome to Homicide.
It's a nice car.
- You can go a bit faster. - Pardon?
- You're driving very slow. - Oh, sorry.
I'm more a convertible kind of girl myself.
- Hey, easy! - Sorry.
Just let us go. I wouldn't tell the cops. She wouldn't.
You didn't even shoot anyone.
- Exactly. - It was Lola.
What's important is you haven't done anything wrong.
- Not yet. - Except for kidnapping us.
- Shut up, please! - Okay.
If you just let us go right now, all of this shit disappears.
We'll just walk away. The cops don't need to know anything...
The guy you just shot, he was a cop.
A corrupt and dangerous cop.
So you guys are in this whether you like it or not.
Turn it off.
So what now?
- Hey, what now? - We wait.
What are you doing?
- You all right? - Yeah.
What's the matter?
- I need to go to the bathroom. - Again?
- Well I couldn't go before. - See, Mr. One Minute man?
- Absolutely not. - Please? I promise I won't do anything.
Come on, just let the girl wee.
- All right. - Thank you.
- Over there. - Where?
There. Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, I'm just having a stretch.
Well stretch in the car.
- Hey! - Can I just... just here?
- Just here. - Just, all right, where I can see you.
Really go this time!
Make it count!
Police, please.
- Yeah? - What happened, Ray?
Jones double crossed us. He killed Victor Maric.
It was a simple transaction. The money for the car.
- And I didn't plan for this, all right? - Where's the car now?
I've got it. I've got it all.
Small miracles.
You know, there's only one way out of this, Ray.
That's if you deliver that car today.
It's being taken care of.
Well hope so. You fix it, Ray.
Can you hang on?
All available units in the North Western,
we have a possible 104 at the Car Yards.
Somewhere near Bakmon. Two females held at gunpoint.
Both traces incomplete. Exact location unknown.
- I've gotta go. - Please, hold for details.
Yeah?
Are you by any chance at the drop off point?
What? Yeah!
Well I just heard an emergency call from a woman there
who claims to have been kidnapped at gunpoint.
No, she just went to the toilet... Oh, shit.
Well you find her and kill her before they get there or I will kill you.
Wait!
- Hey! - No!
No, don't. Don't. No!
- In the boot, now! - Okay, okay, all right, all right!
Get in!
Shit!
No, no, no...
Chelsea!
Stop! Stop.
- You okay? - Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Chelsea!
- Okay, where's the kidnapper? - He's probably gone back to the car.
You okay, Miss?
You're not safe here. I need you both in the car now.
I want you both to just sit tight for a moment.
I need to ensure he doesn't flee the scene.
- He's got a gun. - Okay.
Stay here.
Why has he... Hang on, he's locked the doors.
- Why has he locked the doors? - To protect us. So that the...
- Oh God! - Oh shit!
Oh God!
We've gotta get out of here. Get out of here!
We gotta get out of here.
- Okay, out. - What?
Out now. Out now! Move! Move out!
- Come on, out of the car. - We didn't do anything!
Move down here. Move, move, move, move. Get over here.
Get over there. Behind that silver car. Move! Move!
Get over there!
What did I do?
- I didn't know it was you, mate. - Oh, bullshit!
Where's Ray?
Did Ray tell you to?
Did Ray tell you to shoot me?
Chelsea? Chelsea!
- What the hell is happening? - We've gotta get out of here.
Well shouldn't we wait for the police?
- The police are already here. - Well, they can't all be bad!
What, do you want to wait and find out?
- How much? - We have to get out of here.
- No, please, please stay! - Chelsea!
I don't know what's going on.
I don't know who's coming, but we have to leave now.
See you, Chelsea.
Hey! Hey!
I thought you couldn't drive.
Well, you sustained a head injury today so I should probably drive.
No offense, but you're a shitful driver.
Why don't we just go to a police station?
We just... we just need to get somewhere and stop and think, okay?
Well is there somebody else we could call, like...
your husband?
No.
What about you? Got a boyfriend?
- Big scary type with a gun? - No, not really.
Family?
My father lives in Shanghai,
and my mother's dead.
- Sorry. - Oh, God!
- What? - Oh, God, no!
I'm being audited today.
They'll think I didn't come to work because I'm guilty.
Look, Chelsea,
we just need to get somewhere safe, okay?
Do you know of anywhere?
Well my father still has a holiday house up in the mountains
and nobody ever goes there.
Well, how far is it?
Well at this hour, as long as there's no traffic in Highbury
and we get a clear run up the A30 we should be there in an hour,
and twenty-three minutes.
Yeah. Tw...
Righto.
Good day, buddy. How are you?
Bit of trouble down at the bus stop earlier.
You know anything about that?
That's a nice umbrella.
Where'd you get it?
Someone gave it to me.
- What's your name? - Kenny.
Kenny.
Well, don't lie to me, Kenny.
You picked this up at the bus stop.
Where's the handbag?
We had no choice back there, okay?
People are dead and they're going to think that we're responsible.
Well, we're not.
They'll work that out soon enough.
Hey, Chelsea, just...
I know it's tough, but you're just going to have to calm down, all right?
Calm down?
Well, I'm sorry I'm not as free spirited as you.
Just how am I free spirited?
Well for starters, you're often late for the bus. At least twice a week.
What?
Well, I didn't realize I was being monitored.
No, I'm just observant.
We have caught the same bus for eighteen months.
I'm sure you must have noticed things about me.
Oh sure, yeah.
What?
You have anxiety issues.
- That's not true. - Yeah, it is.
You always look like a deer in headlights,
like you're waiting for something terrible to happen.
Well it did.
Okay, that emergency call from the woman?
We couldn't trace it or track it.
We couldn't identify the number.
- You there? - Yeah, yeah.
And there's a body here.
James Ryder. He's an ex-cop.
You remember he had those corruption charges against him a few years back?
His car's dressed up with dash lights. It looks like he's fired off a shot.
Anybody else there?
Hey, anyone? No, but I gotta tell you,
a cop and Victor Maric found dead, together, and now this?
Now I'll run those plates and get them to send me
an audio file of the emergency call.
- All right, I'll take care of it. - Sir?
- I said I'll take care of it. - Okay. Well, should I...
It's beautiful up here.
Yeah.
So what'd you mean when you said you have a boyfriend, not really?
Was that like a Tinder thing?
Tinder! As if.
Well, do you want to call your not boyfriend?
No.
Righto.
- Don't answer! Don't, don't-– - I'm not! I didn't.
No, don't chuck it out. Just turn it off. We might need it.
For emergencies only, okay?
Gotcha.
That's a holiday house?
No, that's the guest house.
What?
Sorry.
Did you want one?
You've got... blood.
Maybe you should have a shower. There's one down the hall.
I'll just... I'll get you one of my father's shirts.
Here, it's just off to the right, off the main bedroom.
Hey, Chelsea, it's gonna be okay.
If we just stay here tonight...
we can call someone tomorrow and get some help, yeah?
♪ Take something beautiful Then go and smash it ♪
♪ Take something perfect And pervert it ♪
♪ Take something young and proud And them shame it ♪
Good day, Lola.
Where's the money?
It's in the car.
Wrong. I've already checked.
So let's try again. Where is the money?
I told you, it's in the backseat of the car, in a bag.
- Where's your friend? - She's gone.
- Let's go and have a chat, now shall we? - Okay!
Who're you working for? Anton Maric?
Dale, at Lane Mart.
- Call your friend. Get her now. - No.
Back, back. Move, move, move!
Not much of a friend, is she?
Anton Maric isn't going to like this.
Who are you?
I can take you to the money. It's back this way.
- Where's the money? - I hid it.
You should never leave money in a car.
No, wait, wait, wait. We should leave it.
- That's what he wants! - No, Chelsea, we're not leaving it.
How did he find us?
The phone. Where's the phone?
Where are we going?
Away.
- To where? - I don't know yet.
Do you want me to drive?
What do you think?
Yeah, fair enough.
♪ But I'm always on the run Always on the run ♪
♪ But I'm always on the run ♪