The guy you just shot, he was a cop.
Good day, Lola.
Where's the money?
I think we should call the police.
Oh yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time.
Who the hell's Lola?
I really need you to find them, Boke. Fast.
- Where did they come from? - I don't know, they were just there.
Lola Margaret Buckley at present is a person of interest in three murders.
- One of them... - Three?
As you know, a decorated police officer.
What have you done?
I did it. I stole the money.
It's a handbag.
It points to a second possible suspect or victim.
- You're the one that's wanted, anyways... - You're wanted too.
♪ Oh my, my love ♪
♪ My little Dove My honey bee ♪
♪ I've been the Calypso To your Ulysses ♪
♪ I'm not telling you You got to do everything right ♪
♪ I'm just telling you right now ♪
♪ You better cast that devil out ♪
Hey, I don't... I don't... Don't worry about that.
- It's no trouble. - No, no, I don't need it.
- Really, it's not a problem. - No, I don't need it.
Okay. Up to you.
♪ You better cast that devil out You better ♪
♪ Oh my, my love ♪
♪ My little dove My honey bee ♪
♪ I'm not telling you You got to do everything right ♪
♪ I'm just telling you right now ♪
♪ You better cast that devil out You better ♪
Oh, God. I knew this would happen. I said, "something practical to wear."
- What's that? - A disguise.
Flame tree?
You're joking, right?
It'll take hours to get your hair that color. We haven't got the time.
- Just pull your hair out. - No, it goes curly. I hate it.
Here. They'll fit. Trust me.
Chelsea, we are on the run,
as in we might have to actually run at some point.
It'll be hot, it'll be cold.
We'll be sleeping in the car. We need to be comfortable.
Yes, well, it's elastane.
- See? - Get changed.
Fine!
- Boss? - Yes?
Chelsea Babbage, Sir. The KALOF seems to indicate
we're looking for a possible accomplice.
- They've just... doesn't feel right. - Yeah?
Yeah, well she left her handbag at the scene.
What kind of crim does that? It's got everything in it, phone, keys...
Well what did her colleagues think, or her boyfriend? What did he say?
Well, I haven't spoken to anyone yet.
Anyone? But you've got a hunch she's innocent.
You see, you don't know all the answers because you don't know all the facts.
Your innocent Chelsea Babbage was caught embezzling over a million dollars
the day before the bus stop incident.
- Just focus on Buckley, yeah? - Yeah.
Did you get water?
Yes, and your jerky.
Don't knock it till you try it.
Okay, we're going to have to take the backroads.
Avoid Barlow. We need lots of distance,
- then we can ditch the car, okay? - Okay.
Righto, you ready?
Did you pay?
Still can't believe I picked your size so well.
Yes, it's disturbing.
Getting an ass to look like that in ten dollar jeans without trying them on,
that's a knack. I have a gift.
Shall we change our names?
You know, I could be Bridget and you could be Catherine.
I don't look like a Catherine.
Well, you don't look like a Lola.
- Why do you say that? - It's clearly not your real name.
Why not?
Because it's such a stage name. Lola.
I quite like Bridget.
What's that?
Did you put petrol in?
- No, I thought you were doing it. - Why would you think that?
- Because you always do it. - I went to the toilet. You were paying.
- Yes, for the food. - And the petrol!
I don't... I don't even know what side the petrol thing's on.
And you didn't notice the warning light flashing for the last however many Ks?
No, because I only look at the speed, otherwise it's too confusing.
I mean RPMs. Who needs to know that? I don't even own a car.
No shit, Bridget.
I just want the rest of the file.
Buckley, Lola, M.
- You've got all of it. - This only goes back to October 1994.
So it does.
So there is nothing more on the central file.
Nope. A glitch maybe.
Might have to do a ring around. Medicare. ATO.
You can do that. And I need it ASAP. Thanks. Cheers.
That's okay. We'll make it to the next town. We will, for sure.
The alarm always gives you ages. Especially in these luxury cars.
Says the woman who doesn't own a car.
So you've never made a mistake?
Well it's about 45K back to the servo down this road.
- Forty-five? - But if we cross over the bush here,
it's about 18K to the nearest town, so...
You know, most people who stay with their vehicles receive help within hours.
Even people wanted by the cops?
18K's not that far.
I mean, you walk an average of 6K an hour. Well, old people do.
- You saying I'm... - Oh no, no I'm just saying,
the estimates are of walking times of slow people. But we...
We would walk much faster than 6K an hour, so we should get to the town in no time.
- Walk in the park. - National park.
Was that humor?
But we should never leave money in a car.
What? We can't take it. It'll slow us down.
Chelsea, the road's deserted!
We haven't seen anyone since the turn-off. We'll come back and get it later.
Well, we should at least hide it.
You think?
Thought I might leave it on the dash.
Lola, you have to let this go. It... it's... It was a mistake and I apologized.
- I didn't mean... - Would you just shut it?
Here, get rid of that.
We'll take some money and hide the rest.
There's nothing before 1994.
There's no Medicare, tax statements, parking fines, there's nothing.
It's like she didn't exist.
You shelve everything else.
I want you to find who this Lola really is.
You go back through the database, archives, manually if you have to.
Cross check any references pre-1994 that match her physical description.
And you work solo on this, you understand?
Are you sure about the files? There are literally thousands & thousands of files.
You start with Major Crimes, drug convictions, 92, 93, 94.
My money, it must have been something really big if she wants to disappear.
- I mean, change her name, her whole life. - Or she could be running from someone.
- Apart from us? - Yeah...
Get on it!
Remember, you report to me and only me the second you find something.
- We keep this close for now. - Yeah.
Even by really old people walking pace, we should be there by now.
It's just over that rise.
Is there another rise?
- We're just not where I thought we'd be. - Where are we?
Somewhere here.
We're lost? We're just trudging around here completely lost?
This is how people die!
They wander off into the bush and then they get lost,
and then they dehydrate and then some backpacker finds their bones.
- Will you shut up? We're not going to die. - Then six months later...
Okay? Here.
We do have more water, right?
Lola!
We'll get some more when we get petrol.
I reckon if we walk west towards the sun
we're gonna hit this reserve, and then we can follow it down to the road.
What happens when it gets dark?
We'll be there by then.
I don't think this is west.
What's out there?
- Feeding time. - Feeding time?
Oh, shit!
What? What happened?
It's getting too dark.
We're going to have to make camp.
Here?
No, back at the Eco Lodge. Come on, I'll make a fire.
Just help me get some wood.
Don't move.
What?
It's a goanna.
Go away!
What's wrong what's wrong?
- Something bit my ankle. - What?
- My ankle. - What?
Whereabouts? Here, okay.
It's probably just an ant or spider or something.
Just a spider? I'm allergic to spiders.
I got bitten by a white-tail once and we had to go to emergency
and they said it was the most extreme reaction they'd ever seen.
Yeah, well white tails don't live out this far.
- Is it burning or itching? - Yes, both.
Saliva's antiseptic. You'll be right.
Any better?
I think my toes are numb.
Well, probably cold. Just put them in front of the fire.
My face is really hot.
Here, let me have a look.
Please don't spit on it again.
Here.
No, it's looking better. Just keep the dirt out.
How do you know so much about...?
- Spent some time in the bush. - Really? You seem so suburban.
My heart's beating really fast.
Okay, well you just need to calm down, okay?
- I don't want to die! - Hey, no one's gonna die.
Just, just breathe, okay? Just breathe in. Here come on, breathe in.
And out.
And in.
Out.
And in, there you go. And out.
I'm thirsty.
Only got vodka I'm afraid.
That'll do.
Not a good idea.
Maybe we could mix it with some cranberry juice.
What are you, eighteen?
I'm twenty-nine.
Today, actually.
Your birthday's today? Well, why didn't you say anything?
Well, that's a bit shit, isn't it?
Happy birthday.
Thanks.
What did you do before you were a supermarket employee.
A checkout chick, you mean?
I don't know. Lots of things here and there.
- When did you move to the city? - While back now.
Why do you do that?
Do what?
Not answer.
- Well, answer without answering. - No, I don't.
Yes, you do. All the time.
- Have you ever been married? - No, never have. Probably never will.
Why not?
Because most single men my age are stuffed.
Not just your age.
Nathan, my boyfriend, he... He forgot my birthday.
That why you haven't contacted him?
He went to Comic Con instead.
What's that?
It's a bunch of adults dressing up as their favorite comic book heroes.
Well, that is sad.
- It's his thing. It's his passion. - What about you?
I... some comic books are fine, I guess.
No, no. I mean aren't you his passion?
Yes, obviously I am.
Right okay. So the sex makes up for the comics, then?
I'm not going to talk to you about my sex... my sex life...
I see.
No you don't see. You don't see anything.
You don't know anything about me or Nathan. So just...
- Okay. - Stop with all the judging.
Okay, okay, alright. You're right, okay.
Here. Get comfy.
I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I don't know anything.
I do know that twenty-nine was a pretty good age to be single though.
Haven't mentioned your leg in a while.
Must be your super spit.
Did your dad teach you how to do that? Make a fire?
No, he wasn't around much.
Neither was mine.
My sister Donna taught me everything.
Well, the good stuff anyway.
♪ Yawn yearns into me ♪
♪ Plenty more tears in the sea ♪
♪ And so you finally use it ♪
Do you copy?
♪ Bedding with me you see at night ♪
♪ Your heart wears knight armor ♪
- No worries, on my way. - Copy that.
Stations, Henry Reserve clear now. You can let local traffic back through.
Hey!
Come on. We'll get moving.
How's the ankle?
Is this how gangrene starts?
Come on. Hey.
Jesus!
- You got a permit for that camp? - What? No. We got lost.
Yeah, righto. Tell it to the judge.
Come on. Let's go.
Careful!
You want it cleaned, or you want it amputated?
Clean, please.
Yeah, so if we could just get some petrol and get back to the car that'd be great.
There's a total fire ban in this park. It's a finable offense.
We're really sorry. We just got lost. Please, you can just help us get
some petrol and maybe... Maybe we can make a... A donation
to the ranger's charity or…
She's nuts.
If she finds us, she's gonna to want ID and then she's gonna call it in.
We need to get back to the car.
No, Lola, no. We don't need... We can just talk our way out of this.
Lola!
- Lola! Lola! - Shit.
Nice job!
It's bracken fern. Good for bites.
- Do you think it's a white-tail? - They're not out here.
You a ranger now? There's plenty of them out here.
You feel like some fresh air?
No, I've gotta get through all this.
Stuff ya then. Hey Paddy, gotta get this back to Babbage's house.
You wanna come along?
Chelsea Babbage?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
There you go. Good on ya.
Careful, please! The hard drive has water cooling.
Well, sorry.
Did Chelsea ever mention anything to you about a Lola Buckley?
- What about other friends? - She doesn't really have any.
That Victor Maric?
No.
Chelsea ever use drugs?
- Chelsea? - You?
- No. - Where were you over the weekend?
- I was at the Comic Con in Melbourne. - It's the comic book thing?
Yeah, it's a... it's a multi-platform, multi-genre.
Listen, would you mind if I took a look around?
If it's really necessary, I guess.
So you didn't hear from Chelsea for the whole weekend?
No. I mean, we're not the type of couple who feel the need to call every second.
- Not even yesterday? - No.
- Why? - Our records say that it was her birthday.
All this air conditioned hard drive stuff must cost a bit.
Yeah.
So?
So, you and Miss Babbage can afford this type of stuff?
Look, you got the wrong girl. Chelsea wouldn't embezzle that money.
I mean, there's been some kind of mistake. She's already rich, or her old man is.
She doesn't need the money.
- Really? What about her Mum? - She died years ago.
Sit down.
Blackburn base to Ranger Hart, you there Susan?
Copy.
Tree down on the outer west boundary entrance.
I'm just looking after two women I found in the bush.
I have to get them back to their car and I'll head out after that, okay? Over.
Copy that.
ID?
We left it back at the car.
- Never leave valuables in your car. - Yes, we know.
The idea was just to get petrol and get back as soon as we could.
Without your purse?
Well, we took cash with us. We just left everything else, you know.
Lighten the load.
Fine's a hundred and fifty dollars. I'll need you to fill in these forms.
I'll verify your ID when we get back to the car.
And then we'll go out in search of petrol, yeah?
Sure. Great, thanks.
- Or we could give you cash now. - No, we don't do it like that.
Two fifty?
Excuse me. I don't actually understand this clause here...
- What don't you understand? - Well it's not legally accurate.
Well, I don't feel comfortable signing something when I don't understand it.
So maybe I can just cross this bit out.
Is that alright?
They're meant to be armed and dangerous so...
Shall I put you down as Catherine or Cathy?
- Susan you there? - Get back!
Lola!
Look we... We just need to get away, okay?
It wasn't our fault what happened. It…
You there, Susan?
Lola, please!
- We need to get out of here. - We're innocent.
- There are some very bad people after us. - If you're innocent, why are you running?
- Because, well... - Here.
We just need to borrow your car, okay? We'll ditch it when we get ours back.
And this is for the radio.
Here!
Thank you for everything. My leg feels so much better already.
So, so... I'm sorry.
I'll leave the gun at the end of the drive, alright?
If the boss finds out I spilled this to you first...
He won't. Don't worry. There you are, front row tickets.
- What have you got? - Whoever cleaned the gun
left me nothing to work with.
Of course there are algorithms that can try and match a print or make a guess
at a half-print or a quarter-print. But this, this took some human ingenuity.
So?
I have been manually inputting code variations.
Dino, come on.
She's got form. She's wanted for murder.
What?
- Murder? - Yep.
You did that back there like it was nothing.
You looked very comfortable with that gun.
I got us out of there is what I did.
Okay, so what did you do before you worked in a supermarket, Lola?
Hey listen, we don't trust anyone, okay? You keep your feelings out of it.
Or you're not going to survive.
Not forever, just for now.
I need to go to the toilet.
You really need to look in to some pelvic floor exercises.
Just pull over, please?
We need to get petrol and get back to the car.
Look, I'm filthy. Can we at least just clean ourselves up
before we go in to town?
You lost?
Where are the women?
Who are you?
Nice place.
So...
Where are they?
I dropped them back at their car.
Where is your car?
Far paddock.
Okay.
Come here, Dig. Come on. Digs? Come on.
Come on we gotta get going.
Hey look at my leg, it's almost better. Those ferns worked.
What?
Why would someone do that?
Here.
- What do you gonna do with that? - Get in the car.
- What if it's just a family going camping? - Look, they've parked us in.
How are we gonna get out? This is ridiculous.
Lola?
Why are you going forwards?
Hold on.
Oh God, he's getting closer! Faster!
- Who was that? - I don't know.
- Do you think it was another cop? - I don't know.
You're a really good driver.
Thanks.
Lola Buckley, aka Lillian Walsh.
Wanted for murder.
February 1994.
She killed her de facto, Jackson Delaney, then disappeared into thin air.
The investigating officers assumed Delaney's family killed her.
They looked into it, nothing stuck.
Should I know them?
No, they're small time crims up north.
Not the type to forgive and forget.
Twenty years under the radar. That's pretty impressive.
Looking less and less like an innocent bystander at the bus stop.
I had forensics run her name past the partial print
they found on the gun and it's a match.
Lillian still has family up in a little town called Wooradulla.
She could have been in touch with them, she could be hiding out with them.
I'd like to follow it up.
That's very good. But I'll follow it up.
What's your problem with me, Ray?
I have no problem, Levine. It's very impressive.
Alright, I'll update the KALOF to include the name Lillian Walsh.
No you won't. Last thing we want is Walsh
to know her cover's been blown.
You off early, then?
Yeah. Listen, I'm thinking of chucking a sickie tomorrow.
You don't look real sick to me.
If you go up to Wooradulla and start poking around,
you're not just off the Task Force, you're off the force.
Listen, I have to go, right? 'Cause this, all this, isn't right.
And the boss'll never know I'm gone. It's on my own coin. It's one flight up,
one flight back.
Now will you cover for me?
Oi?
Go on.
- Are you sure it was here? - There's the tire.
I told you we should have taken all the money with us.
Maybe it's a good thing.
Losing millions of dollars is a good thing?
It's crime money. It's a crime car. That's what they're chasing.
And that's what they will kill us to find.
Shit!
So what are we going to do?
Five grand. Cash.
Bullshit. Three.
Four.
Dick.
Of course, we could come to another agreement.
- We agreed on three. - We agreed on four.
Two nine.
- What the hell? - Apologize.
- For what? - For being a misogynist pig.
Get a dictionary.
Two eight.
- Is she crazy? - No, she's making a lot of sense to me.
We're at two seven. Apologize and we've got a deal.
Fine. Two seven.
I'm sorry.
Keys!
Thank you.
Did you get a full tank?
What do you think?
- I just gotta make a call. - Okay.
Hello?
- I need your help. - I was wondering when I'd hear from you.
Don't come back here, Lill. It's not safe. Your face is all over the news.
The Delaneys'll know you're alive.
I don't have a choice.
Shit!
So will you help?
Always. No matter what.
Thanks.
I'll see you.
You will.
Be careful, alright?
Yeah, you too.
Where is she, Donna?
I've got a son. David.
You wanted to know stuff about me.
That's who I was calling the other day at the servo.
Is that where we're headed now?
No.
I can't eat it anyway.
Gluten intolerant.