Chelsea, we are on the run. As in we might actually have to run at some point.
Lola Buckley, aka Lillian Walsh.
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.
Are you telling me that your man was taken out by some random woman?
Do you think Maric is going to believe that?
How am I gonna control him now?
It's crime money, it's a crime car. Maybe it's a good thing.
What, losing millions of dollars is a good thing?
- That's what they're chasing? - And that's what they'll kill us to find.
He's coming!
Lillian still has family up in a little town called Wooradulla.
She could've been in touch with them, she could be hiding out with them.
Don't come back here, Lill. It's not safe.
Your face is all over the news. The Delaneys will know you're alive.
Where is she, Donna?
♪ Thought it was a nightmare ♪
♪ Lord it was so true ♪
♪ They told me don't go walking slow ♪
♪ The devil's on the loose ♪
♪ Better run through the jungle ♪
♪ Well don't look back to see ♪
They're actually not that difficult once somebody shows you how
to do them. You just need to know the little tricks.
My mum was crossword mad.
We used to do the cryptic crosswords together every Saturday morning.
I still can't get Friday's out. They're almost impossible.
Okay, this one isn't too difficult.
So the clue is "gold king and almost everything of the ear."
So I think it's going to mean "of the ear." And...
Who's this bitch? Get up! Go on, get up!
A-u-r, then almost everything should be...
"all" as in everything minus the final I...
Like I said yesterday, Luke, you're wasting your time.
If... If Lil's alive, it's the first I've heard of it.
- Don't you watch the news? - It's not her.
And even if it was, you really think she'd be stupid enough to come back here?
People do dumb things when they're desperate.
Just tell your mum to let it go.
Yeah.
Like that's gonna happen.
So, is this the street where you grew up?
It's nice.
- It's not safe. - What? How do you know?
The curtain. It's a signal between me and my sister.
- Josh, where are you? - Landed twenty minutes ago.
- You talked to Ray? - Yep, told him you called in sick.
Said you'd been on the bog all night.
Nice. What've you got for me?
Not a lot of info on Lillian Walsh. Most of it's sketchy.
Looks like somebody did a number cleaning up for her when she took off.
You think someone maybe in her family?
I double checked her sister's address.
She still lives in Wooradulla.
Okay, well email me everything you've got.
Should be there in just over two hours.
- Yeah? - Playing phone games, Ray?
- I was just going to call you. - Yeah, when I call, you answer.
Have you heard from Boke?
He's close?
The word is Anton is mobilizing against us.
We'll get his property.
He'll just have to wait a couple of days. Talk to him Kell.
Well, as of today, he's not taking any calls.
And I'm not taking the blame for your incompetence.
Fix it, today.
- What the hell are you doing here? - Nice to see you too.
This isn't time for sentiment, you know.
Luke Delaney's not going to want a gushy reunion, is he?
Twenty years, Don. We deserve a bit of a catch up, don't we?
We used to love coming here and watching the movies.
It was our refuge.
I can't believe you're here.
God, I have missed you.
So what the hell have you got yourself into?
How long have you got?
I need a new ID.
Lola Buckley's obviously reached her "use by" date.
- Do you know anyone? - I'm not in that world anymore.
I'm working in an animal shelter. I'm dating a vet.
Yeah?
I'm happy for you.
Guess that only leaves one option, then.
- No, Lola, that is not a good idea. - What, you got any better ideas?
- Okay. Okay, I'll go see him. - No you won't.
- Yeah! - No, it's my mess. I'll do it.
I need to borrow your license.
- I'll leave it in your letterbox. - All right.
Why haven't you seen her for so long?
Families aren't always close, Chelsea.
No one's hugged me like that in a very long time.
- Where are we going now? - I've got a plan.
A prison? This is your plan?
I know someone here who has the contacts we need.
What contacts do we need?
One that can fit us up with fake passports.
Pass... passports? Why do we need pass...
- Are we going overseas? - No.
- When did we... We didn't decide this! - Chelsea, relax.
- We didn't talk about this. - Having a passport isn't just
about going overseas, okay?
It's the best form of ID you can have.
It'll help solve a lot of problems. Trust me.
Okay. I'll be as quick as I can.
Take your sunnies off.
Sign here.
Put your personals in the locker.
What the hell are you doing here?
Screws told me Donna was gonna come and see me.
I didn't believe that, but I believe this even less.
- It wasn't by choice. - Yeah, I'll bet it wasn't.
I got a little telly in my cell, you know. I've been watching the news.
They reckon you killed a cop. Now, is that right?
What do you think?
I think you got guts, girl, coming in here
when half the cops in the country are chasing you.
Mind you, that's no surprise to me.
Even as a nipper you were never afraid of anything.
You know, I never saw you cry once. Not once.
I cried plenty. You were just never around to see it.
Yeah, okay.
Anyway, I'm not here to... Oh, fuck.
- I don't have much time. - I'll bet you don't.
But since you're here, you might tell your old man something about his grandson.
What? You think I owe you something?
No, no, you don't. No, that's fine.
Look, I just wanna know,
you okay?
I'm on the run from the cops, Dad.
If the clean cops catch me, they're gonna put me away.
If the dirty cops catch me, they're probably gonna kill me.
And the stupid thing is, none of this has got anything to do with me.
So, no, I am not okay.
Yeah, okay. Alright, alright.
Hey! Bang that again...
- I'll put you out. - Hey!
- Hey, get your hands off her! - Hey, leave her alone, ya bloody mongrel!
Telly said something about there was two of you.
- What's that all about? - Yeah, she's an accountant, of all things.
Jesus, Lil!
Listen, when the shit hits the fan, you're better off on your own.
Cut her loose, girl, for her sake as well as yours.
- I need to get out of the country. - So you've come to the old man
for some help?
You remember Big Frank?
He can copy anything. He'll help ya.
Gave me this little beauty here, remember?
Mum's favorite.
Yeah, I told her it was her. "Since when was I a bloody redhead?"
Oh boy, did she give me a run around the kitchen.
Hey, now listen.
You know that shack out in the bush I used to take you and Don,
when you were kids, remember?
You could live a really nice, quiet life out there, all on your own.
I need to go further than that, Dad.
Yep, all right, I gotta go.
Maybe I will go and see Big Frank, get myself a new tat.
Yeah, you tell him Jimbo sent you. Okay.
- Yep. - And Lil.
Listen... I made a bloody hash of everything.
You and Don deserved a lot better and I'm sorry, okay?
Yeah, well you better piss off.
Hey! Send me a postcard?
Somewhere with a beach.
So, why is he in jail?
- Did he kill someone? - What? No! No.
No, just lots of little things that added up to big things.
Spent half a century in and out of prison.
Well, what about your mum?
She took off when I was nine.
- So, your sister looked after you– - Enough with the twenty questions, okay?
Hey Frank, how long's this gonna take?
- What names do you want? - Bridget.
Poussin.
P-o-u-s-s-i-n.
It's cool. It's European. I've always wanted to be French.
Tracey Smith.
What?
- Well, it's a bit plain. - Plain is good.
- You don't look like a Tracey. - What do I look like?
Catherine.
- Again with the Catherine. - Catherine...
Savage.
But you pronounce it Sav-arge.
Catherine Savage.
It's tough.
You sound like a Bond girl.
That'll be ten grand. Deposit.
And another 50K at the other end in Mosman.
Sixty K?
Laurie only charged me three twenty years ago.
Blame 9/11. It's a different world.
I can do 'em on the cheap for ya.
Ten K apiece, but they won't get you through immigration.
That's okay, we don't need to get through immigration.
Actually, we do.
Thanks, Frank.
Hey! You said we weren't leaving the country.
You said, "It's the best form of fake ID you can have."
- And then you said, "Trust me." - What do you think?
We're just gonna keep driving around the country
- for the next ten years? - Well, okay, where are we going?
Somewhere in Asia.
- Where in Asia? - Well Daru for starters.
Daru? Daru?
Look just somewhere we can disappear, okay?
What, like a jungle?
No, I don't do... I don't do jungles, okay?
This is about as far north as I'd like to go in terms of humidity.
- Okay Chelsea, calm down. - Why did you lie to me?
Because I knew you'd freak out. Like you're freaking out now.
Yes, because you're telling me that we're gonna live in the jungle like...
Like Tarzan and Jane, or Jane and Jane.
Just take a breath. You don't have to do this okay?
Look, I just think we should get overseas, find somewhere safe,
and then we can sort everything out.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
I need to get some fresh air.
Yeah, good idea.
♪ What do I do stand in a shop ♪
♪ Waiting for that money to drop ♪
♪ Stand all day on a concrete slate ♪
♪ My feet are aching Don't get a break ♪
♪ Singin' What do I do? ♪
♪ What am I to do? ♪
It's a black Chrysler. It was nicked just outside of Barlow.
- Haven't seen it. - Come on, Frank.
Where would I go to find a stolen car these days?
Look, try Bernie's garage.
Most wheels nicked in this district end up through him.
- You remember Bernie Paterson? - Oh yes, unfortunately.
Shit! Nick off!
♪ Singin' What do I do? ♪
♪ What am I to do? ♪
Shit!
♪ What do I do? ♪
♪ What am I to do? ♪
♪ What do I do? ♪
♪ What am I to do? ♪
Right, name.
Name, ma'am. What's your name?
Bridget. Poussin.
Bridget... Poussin.
Cool name. Where do you live, Ms. Poussin?
Yeah, we'll get to that. What's your address?
Quoi?
All right, look, my boss is in Baruma.
I got this stack of files to get through before he gets back.
We do a statement, I write up a charge, then you can go.
- What, you're charging me? - So you understand then?
No, it was a six dollar ninety-nine lipstick.
Well, theft is theft.
Now I want you to write out your version of events.
Bridget? Bridget! There you are.
Oh, God, I've been looking everywhere for you.
- Who are you, ma'am? - I'm Catherine Savage.
- I'm Bridget's sister. - I'm sorry,
can you please stay that side of the counter?
What are you doing here?
Your sister's being charged with shoplifting.
No!
You've gone off your meds again, haven't you?
I'm so sorry, constable. My sister has a mental deficit.
When she forgets to take her medication,
it makes her do dumb things, like forget to pay for lipsticks.
- How'd you know it was lipstick? - Did she put on a French accent?
- Yeah. - Yeah look,
I'm going to have to get her to a doctor before she deteriorates,
and you really don't want to see that. Thank you so much
for being so understanding of mental health.
- Oh, my pleasure. - You're awesome. Thank you.
- Lipstick? You shoplifted a lipstick? - I meant to pay for it.
- You don't even wear lipstick! - I do! Okay, it was a mistake.
You can't afford to make mistakes like that, Bridget.
Well I have a lot on my mind, Catherine, like moving to Asia.
- Where are we going now? - Well we need money to buy the passports,
so we need to find the bloody car and then get to Mosman.
Gently.
- Hello. - Hello.
Can I get a lift?
McKenzie, have you checked out the KALOF on those cop killers?
Holy shit...
- Boss! Call's just come in. - Yeah, I heard.
Have the suspects been detained?
No, it's just a sighting by a local constable, McKenzie.
Has it been one hundred percent verified?
No, but we'll send a team up there.
Wait, wait, just hold your horses.
That's a big expense based on some unverified sighting
by some junior cop who's been in the job a week.
- Josh Levine's there. - What? Wait, wait!
Levine's there? You told me he was sick.
Jeez, that was bloody quick.
Yeah, we don't muck around. Detective Joshua Levine.
- Where's everyone else? - I'm the advance party.
Why don't you give me a situation report, Constable McKenzie.
Right, my boss is on his way back from Baruma.
Big bush bash there this weekend.
He's the Prez of the Wooradulla Whales Footy Club
and they entered this tricked up Kombi, the Purple People Eater.
Raising money for ovarian cancer...
Constable, I really need a map.
Right, so four roads in or out. You get onto your highway patrol.
Tell 'em I want roadblocks set up here and here.
And I want to see everything in your archives on Lillian Walsh.
Okay.
Wooradulla Police, Constable McKenzie. It's for you.
Hello?
You give me one reason why I shouldn't sack you right now?
All right. For a start, it's a good thing I'm here.
- Makes you look good. - Hold on.
All right, what I'm about to tell you is highly confidential.
The reason I'm being so cautious is I believe the dead cop, Keith Jones,
was working for the Marics.
There's other corrupt cops involved, maybe even in this department.
So you convince me, Levine.
Where do your loyalties lie? Are you clean?
Yeah, of course.
- I don't know who to trust. - Well you can trust me.
All right. I'm willing to go with my gut.
You're my guy on the ground, okay?
Whatever you find out, you come to me first, yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, got it.
Josh, I really need you to find those women.
Let's forget about the car.
And the passports. Let's just take off, Lola.
- We can just turn around and go. - And go where?
Without money, we're stuffed. We need to get overseas.
Tasmania! That's technically over a sea.
I really don't like this. What are we doing?
- We can't just walk in there, can we? - Yes we can! It's our car, sort of.
We'll be gone before anyone notices, anyway.
Hello?
Chelsea, here.
Are you sure this is our car?
Hold it right there.
Are we going to Wooradulla?
Wooradulla? No love, we're not going anywhere near Wooradulla.
Yeah, they're here now. How long?
You're that close. Rightio.
- That car belongs to us, Bernie. - Yes, someone stole it.
Really?
That's a pretty serious accusation. Hope you're not pointing the finger at me.
Oh no, I'm sure you didn't realize it was stolen when you got it.
But if you just give it back to us, we won't have to tell the cops anything.
That's very considerate of you, Lillian.
Here, chuck us the key. Come on.
You've changed since high school. You've still got a pretty face, though.
Could never forget that face.
I always knew you'd be a star one day, Lil.
Yeah, and you were always a shit.
Look, whatever the police reward is, we'll double it.
- With what? - We've got money.
In a bank account, in... Switzerland.
Think I'll just stick with the car.
The police are gonna want the car, Bernie.
What makes you think that I called the police?
Good day, Lil.
Righto, I want two more cars out on the main highway,
just south of the Baruma turn off.
You tell the highway boys to have a couple of bikes ready to go in case
- this thing turns into a pursuit, yeah? - Yep.
McKenzie, you sure you didn't see what they were driving?
Sorry, Detective.
Thanks.
Can you tell me about Jim Walsh?
Well known crim. Before my time.
- Where is he now? - Doing seven to ten at the Q.
That's the local lock up. Yeah, we call it the Q 'cause...
Can you check and see if he's had any visitors recently?
Yeah.
Here's the file on Jackson Delaney. Happy reading. Family's a class act.
Come out, don't need that.
Let's go, inside.
You, come on. That way. Go.
Gee, the years haven't been kind, have they love?
- What's your name? - Chelsea... Bridget.
They're lovely names.
And Lola... Slightly trashy yet somehow appropriate.
Just in time. Veal casserole.
It was one of Jackson's favorites.
Always loved his Mum's cooking.
He said yours tasted like an old biker's sweaty leathers.
He had a way with words, my boy.
He would have turned 50 this year.
Time to say grace?
For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.
- For Christ's sake, amen. - What's going on?
Dig in before it goes cold.
- Still like playing games, don't you Bev? - She speaks.
No doubt with the same forked tongue that sweet-talked my boy.
What do you want?
What I want, I can't ever have.
You saw to that.
- You look a little lost Chelsea Bridget. - No.
Don't you know who it is you've taken up with?
A cold-blooded murderess. Black widow.
She stabbed my son in the throat over his chicken dinner.
Bad wife. Bad cook.
Then she fled into the night like the cowardly whore that she is,
never to be seen again.
Until now.
Don't look to her if it's the truth you're after.
She's a habitual liar. She's cunning, she's deceitful.
She'll tell you tales about Jackson, I'm sure.
That he had a short fuse.
She'll paint a picture if you let her, but it'll be full of lies.
You see, the truth is, my boy Jackson...
Of course it was an accident. It was your own silly fault.
A few too many wines. You gave my Jackson such a scare,
finding you like that at the bottom of the stairs.
Because that's what happened, dear.
You had a few too many wines, you fell down the stairs.
Didn't you, Lil?
I... I fell down the stairs.
Good girl.
- What did you say? - I said save room for sweets.
It's going to be a dish served cold.
No, I've got the main roads covered,
but she's got local knowledge. I need more men to cover the back tracks.
- All right mate, as soon as you can. - Detective, prison sent this over.
Jim Walsh had a visit from his daughter, Donna, this morning.
According to records, her first visit in years.
Right, you call the prison, tell them I want Jim Walsh
- in an interview room right now. - Yeah.
Just let her go, Bev. This has got nothing to do with her.
You should have thought about that, Lil, before winding her into your web.
- Lola! Lola, what's going on? - She's just trying to scare you.
- It's going to be fine, okay? - I don't even know who you are.
Cops are closing down the town. They must want you real bad.
Well, there'll be a big reward, won't there?
It's not about the money, Lil.
- No. No! Just... - What are you doing?
I know she came to visit you this morning, Mr. Walsh.
Now where's she going? What's her plan?
Mate, believe it or not, I actually want to help your daughter.
Don't try and bullshit a bullshitter, son.
Your... Your rap sheet here is pretty impressive.
I don't think I've ever seen one as impressive.
I take it you've never been nominated for Father of the Year.
Listen, you don't have a snowball's chance in hell of catching her.
Lil knows how to look after herself. I taught her well.
You probably have more of an idea about the local coppers than I do.
But from what I see, they're a bit on the jumpy side.
Type to shoot first, ask questions later, you know.
So what's your point?
Well, they've got roadblocks set up.
They've all got shotties,
and they'd love nothing more than to bag themselves a cop killer.
So what makes you think Lil isn't already long gone?
She might be. But what if she's still here?
The Delaneys.
I'll bet they're the kind of family that likes to hold a grudge.
The Delaneys have harbored a long grudge against Lillian Walsh.
Join the queue.
I'm going to head out to their place now, check 'em out.
Where do they live?
A few Ks south of town. They've got an excavation business.
All right, let me know what you find.
Hello, Ray. Cute kids. Beautiful wife.
We need to talk.
You're really going to do this, Luke?
Stand by and watch your mother shoot us like dogs?
You know the truth. You know what Jackson was like.
Shut your filthy little lying mouth. Get on over there.
I'm gonna burn this whole shed down. Bury all the bad rubbish.
There'll be no sign you were ever here.
Yeah, 'cause that's what you're good at, Bev, isn't it? Burying the truth.
I never liked you. I don't know what Jackson ever saw in you.
- So, this is for my son. - But what about your grandson?
Grandson?
- You had Jackson's kid? - It's not true.
I heard her.
- How old is he? - He's not Jackson's...
You're lying. Where is he?
Run Chelsea, run!
Shoot the bitch! Shoot the both of them.
I don't blame you, Luke. Jackson was your big brother.
Everybody loved him. No one knew what he was really like.
Only me. And you.
- Shut up! She murdered your brother. - I know you wanted to help me.
- Luke, do it. - You're not Jackson.
- Do it! - You're better than that.
Finish it!
- Get out of here! - No! No!
You okay?
I'm sorry.
Where are we going now?
To get our car back.
Detective Joshua Levine. Is Mrs. Delaney or Luke Delaney at home?
No.
- Who are you? - Friend of the family.
- Know where they are? - No.
Listen, I'd really like to talk to them, so have them call me on this number.
Sure.
Stop!
Yeah, McKenzie, I need back up. Quick.
- Where's the car? - You're crushing my legs!
- That's the idea. Where's the car? - Screw you!
All right! All right! My son Liam's got it.
Where?
No! He left, for Baruma.
About two hours ago. He's off to the big bush bash.
Hey! Where're you going? You can't leave me here like this!
Lillian! Lillian!
Ebert, mate, it's me.
Listen, I need you to put out a KALOF on a beige Kingswood.
Early model, reg first three numbers 1-4-5,
and run a distinctive marking check.
We're looking for a crim with a triple eight tat.
Yeah, as in eight-eight-eight.
All right mate, thanks. Soon as you can. Yep.
Just a precaution?
- This is not an overnighter, is it? - I don't know.
When you show up with suitcases, I start to worry.
Should I be changing the kids' names?
- I'm sorry, all right? - No, no, Ray...
You told me, you gave me your word this would never come home.
- I'll work it out. - What does that mean?
It means that you don't need to worry.
- It's bad, isn't it? - Yeah.
You know in my job, when something goes wrong,
you go down the chain of command, I find the broken link, I fix it.
- If I can't, I remove it. - I'm flying up there tomorrow.
I'll sort it out in person.
I promise. Everything's going to be fine, okay?
Go, go.
- See ya, sweetie. Hey, bud. - Bye, Dad. Love you.
I don't know what you're on about, mate.
The women. Did you tell them?
Who the hell do you think did this to me? Now get this bloody thing off me!
Try and get some sleep.
♪ Take something beautiful Then go and smash it ♪
♪ Take something perfect and pervert it ♪
Good girl.
♪ Take something young and proud and then shame it ♪
♪ I want to smile without regret ♪
♪ I want to die in my own bed ♪
Call an ambulance.
♪ I want a free mind, not caged ♪
♪ I'm not here, I'm not there ♪
♪ I'm not anywhere at all ♪