(simmering dramatic music)
(tapping) - Hey!
(girl moaning) - Hey!
(shouting) (glass shattering)
- Cut it out, cut it out!
- Let's get this out from first bounce, okay?
I've been put in charge.
- You're a player.
- I'm not.
- How many chicks did you have tonight?
If there wasn't a crowd of people watching right now,
I'd put myself on assault charges
just to smash your face in.
- Wow, okay.
- Let me do this one, I'm closer to their age.
I can have a better connection with this girl.
- No! - No!
Oh, my God!
(screaming)
- You wanna have a drink?
- Hey, Grace, sorry I'm late.
Hey.
You ready?
("Voix du Printemps Frühlingsstimmen Op. 410" by Strauss)
(horns blaring)
(tires screeching)
(horns blaring)
- [Stella] Classical?
- Yeah. - Yeah!
- You're kidding, he's kidding.
- [Lawson] No, I'm not.
(both humming)
- Okay, thank you.
(tires screeching)
("Voix du Printemps Frühlingsstimmen Op. 410" by Strauss)
- Mike, I just don't like words.
- Words?
- With music, no.
- You're a negotiator, how can you not like words?
- Even my Nana likes Missy Higgins.
(gates clattering)
("Voix du Printemps Frühlingsstimmen Op. 410" by Strauss)
- What sort of music do you like, then?
- Iranian rap.
- [Stella] What?
- I can't understand a word,
but you can tell it's rocking.
And it's serious.
They put you in jail if they catch you listening to it.
- They should do the same here.
- [Michael] Huh?
(chuckles)
(mysterious music)
(shots cracking)
(keypad beeping)
- Shots have being fired.
I'd like to report, shot's have been fired
near Moorabbin Oval.
(shots cracking)
- [Leon] Tango One, you're closest.
Report of shots fired at Moorrabbin Oval.
- [Lawson] Okay, thanks Leon, we're on it.
- How far away?
- [Lawson] Couple of minutes.
- Like he went to the mosque to see the man.
- Stel, it's not that bad.
- No visual confirmation on the shooter,
but it's been called in three times.
- Any construction or workers' warning in the area?
- No, nothing's posted.
- We said Bush ain't part of the plan.
- Stel, if you're gonna take the piss--
- Guys! Guys! - Yep.
- Alright, I'll send you any call-ins as they're tagged.
- [Lawson] Okay, thanks mate.
- [Computer] Good afternoon, Mr. Broznic,
you're looking very nice today.
Have you done something to your hair?
- Oh, thanks Vlad, yes I have.
(sirens blaring)
- [Lawson] Alright, here we are, just up here on the left.
Let's play this smart.
Just because there's no visual doesn't mean we're alone.
Alright?
- I'll download some for you, it's actually--
- Michael, are you with us, mate?
- Yes. - Let's switch on.
- Yeah. - Good.
Stel, you and I will take a look, get your vest on.
(tense music)
- She's hot.
It's all clear, boss.
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(dramatic music)
- [Lawson] Officer down!
You're alright, you're alright!
- Oh, fuck!
- [Michael] Covering!
- [Lawson] Leaving!
(grunting)
- Lawson!
- See anything?
- [Michael] Nothing!
- Covering!
- Did it go through? - No, no.
- [Lawson] Mike, Mike!
- Your vest stopped it. - Is she alright?
- (gasping) He got me right in the boob.
- Stay down! - I just wanna--
- Stay the bloody hell down!
We'll get someone here to look at you.
- I'm fine! - Michael?
- Can't see a shooter!
- [Lawson] Anything?
- [Michael] I got nothing!
- Sure? - Yes!
(dramatic rock music)
- Leon, you gettin' this, mate?
Officer down!
- [Leon] Yeah, is Stella okay?
- I'm fine, Leon.
- Yes, mate, just got her in the vest.
We need an ambulance here ASAP.
- Already on its way.
(groaning)
- You got a live one, Lawson?
- Just trying to get a visual on the shooter, Josh.
- I'm okay, Josh, thanks for asking.
- We're on our way, Stel.
(siren blaring)
- [Lawson] Where are you?
- Altona.
- Altona, Jesus, that's 20 minutes away.
- No, no, Grace is driving, we'll get there in 10.
Grace!
(tires screeching)
- Did I hit her?
- Hey, we don't have time!
- Two minutes!
- Down there!
- Excuse me!
You okay?
What?
Wait!
- Around the block, cut her off!
Shit!
(dramatic music)
- Michael, I want you to grab
the first aid and the rest of your kit.
I'll cover.
- Sure, okay.
- [Lawson] Covering.
Leon, ETA on the ambulance?
- Four minutes, first response uniforms on their way, too.
- [Lawson] Okay, thanks.
- Hey, he was up higher.
I think he was at the top of the stands.
- He's not there now.
Take your kit up.
I want you to flank around and have a look.
- Shouldn't we wait for backup?
- Mate, it's just a look.
- Okay.
- [Leon] Lawson, you got a call.
- Little busy right now, Leon.
- It's from the guy who says he shot Stella,
wants to talk to the bloke in charge.
- [Lawson] You got a name?
- No, it's a pre-paid mobile and his name is blocked.
- Okay, patch it through TR One mobile
and everyone else on their comms, okay?
- Yeah, done.
- Okay, ready.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello.
- [Shooter] Is she okay?
- [Lawson] Is who okay?
- [Shooter] The officer I shot.
I aimed dead center,
plate should have stopped it no worries.
But then again, with all that crap they made in China.
- Tell him to get stuffed.
- The constable's not too happy, but yeah, she's okay.
- [Shooter] You tell her I'm sorry.
I had to get your attention.
- Yeah, well, you could have waved, mate.
- [Shooter] Yeah, or I could have shot the driver
as he got out, but I saw he wasn't plated.
- That was mighty decent of you.
So what's that weapon you used?
- [Shooter] 223 with a scope.
Didn't want to kill anyone.
- [Lawson] You took a hell of a chance.
You still in the neighborhood?
- [Shooter] I'm not far.
- Well, no one's hurt at this end,
so, we can stop this now, what do you say?
No harm, no foul.
It might not end up bad for you.
- Oh, yeah, shooting a cop.
What are you gonna let me do, go home,
have a glass of wine and watch it all on TV, eh?
- Well, maybe not exactly all that.
(tires screeching)
- [Dominic] Just wait, just wait.
- Can you just sit down for us?
It's okay.
We're just gonna sit you down.
- Is Stella okay?
You sure?
No, no, no, I'm on my way.
Tell Lawson I'm five minutes away.
- Hey Leon, it's me.
Is there any CCTV in there or anything you can help us with?
- [Leon] CCTV's not online.
- So, what should I call you, mate?
- Norman.
You can call me Norman.
- So, Norman, why'd you call?
- I want a face to face.
- [Lawson] What, with me?
- [Norman] Yeah.
- Oh, well, I'm not that pretty, mate.
Maybe just tell me what you've gotta tell me over the phone.
- No, I wanna see your eyes.
I wanna see if I can trust you.
- [Lawson] Trust me with what?
- [Norman] With what I'm gonna tell you.
- Well, I'll have to run a face to face
past the bosses, Norman, you know how it is.
Just hold on a tick while I put you on hold.
You okay?
- I'm fine.
- Michael, pretty sure I could hear running water.
He might be in one of the change rooms.
Go and see if you can get a visual, okay?
- [Michael] Got it.
- [Grace] Leon, we need am ambulance
at Garden and Belfast Street.
- She breathing? - Yeah.
- [Leon] Right, copy that.
- Pretty rough.
- Of course, I'm bloody breathing.
And you guys, you guys don't smell so--
- Yeah, okay, (cell phone ringing)
enough, thank you.
- [Grace] Grace Barry.
- [Connor] Hey, babe.
- Hey, I'm in the middle of--
- I'll be quick.
I've got tonight off.
Thought we can make it over to Megan's.
- Connor.
- Come on.
She'll think we don't like her if we don't turn up.
- Okay.
I've gotta go, gotta go.
- [Josh] Everything alright?
- It's good.
Everything's good.
- She's not cut, I can't see a wound, nothing.
- That's 'cause it's not my blood.
It's his.
(laughs)
(tense music)
- [Michael] No visual, Lawson.
- You there, Norman?
- Yeah, I'm here.
- Bosses aren't too keen on the face to face.
They seem to think I shouldn't trust you.
Well, you know, with the rifle
and shooting one of my team members and all.
- Well, you can keep your distance.
I'll come out, drop the gun,
get on my knees,
and then we can talk.
Okay?
- How come you know procedure?
- That's not important.
What's important is that you can trust me.
- I'll give you my word on it.
- How you going, you okay?
- Yeah, so-so. (cell phone ringing)
- Alright, can't talk now.
The ambos are waiting outside.
Is it clear to bring them in?
- Yeah, the shooter's holed up in the change rooms.
- Okay, Leon, send them in. - No, I'll go out to them.
- No, no you stay here, let them come to you
and then I want you out of here.
- I'm not going anywhere. - Just get to the hospital
and see what they've got to say about you.
- I'm not going to the hospital.
The prick shot me, I wanna see it through.
I can take care of the cowboys.
- Okay, okay, but it's their call, alright?
If they say go, you go. - Yes.
- The shooter wants a face to face.
He's waiting on my answer.
- What do you reckon?
- Better us than the rottweilers.
Once they're here talk's over, you know that.
(cell phone ringing)
- What part of 'cant talk' don't you understand?
- Norman, hang in there, mate, haven't forgotten about you.
- I don't care who you're playing with.
Jeffrey, you took the AVO out on me.
Yeah, I can't come within 400 meters of you.
Yeah, that's judge's orders.
Yeah, okay, no clubs.
Prick!
- Just one question.
- Yeah, yeah.
- If you're out of petrol and you're
only 200 meters from Jeffrey's house--
- Oh, you, right.
- Look, what do we tell our friend?
- There's nothing set up, no perimeters, no containment.
- Alright, we've got the best chance of reeling this guy in
if we talk to him before the circus gets here.
- What are you saying?
- I don't know.
What he told me was he used a .223,
said a round wouldn't penetrate
the plated vest and he knows procedure.
- He's a cop? - Yeah, he could be.
- Or an ex-cop.
Shit!
- I'll play it safe, I'll take this slow, okay, promise.
- [Josh] He's in there?
- Yeah, third floor, 310.
- Dom, you wanna make sure the ambos got this address?
- [Dominic] Yeah.
Where you going?
- Tell Lawson we're late, we'll be there in 15.
- [Leon] Yeah, Josh.
- Alright.
(elevator creaking and squealing)
I don't believe this.
(suspenseful music)
- Okay, Norman, this is how we're gonna play it.
- You got anything?
- I found a DA from 2000,
but it doesn't show the change rooms.
- I'm not gonna show my face till I
see you drop the rifle and get on your knees.
I'll come out, I'll cuff you,
then we can have this little face to face.
Okay, agreed?
- Okay, you're in charge.
- Hey you, stick with the Senior Sergeant.
If he wants anything, you're his man, alright?
And you, out the front, keep the sticky bits away--
(siren blaring)
Jesus!
Leon, I said everyone was to come in silent, no sirens!
- Yeah, I told them.
- You had better tell them again!
A bit of authority, eh?
- Okay.
Hey, you, Sergeant! - Thank you, cheers.
- Did you get the call?
You should know better, mate.
This is not the royal show.
You got the call?
Well, you get out front!
I don't wanna see you again.
Jesus.
(knocking)
- [Grace] Mr. Brinning, police.
Mr. Brinning, you there?
(crashing)
- Hello, police!
Marital bliss. - Mr. Brinning?
Mr. Brinning?
Shit, watch it, watch it.
- Dom, where are those ambos? - Hey, mate.
- We're gonna need them now.
- How long you been here, mate?
10 minutes?
You haven't vomited at all?
You haven't had any water to drink or anything?
(man groaning)
You're alright, you're alright.
You're alright now, mate,
the ambulance will be here really soon.
Keep breathing, it's alright.
Okay, big breath. (panting)
Okay, we're just gonna life your leg up and do a--
(screaming)
Yes, good, good, good.
Good work. - Dom, how long?
(man yelling)
- We gotta lock down.
- Everyone silent?
- Michael, have you got a visual on the entrance?
- Yeah, got it.
- Okay, Norman, let's get started.
- [Norman] On your call.
- I want you to head out very slowly
with the rifle pointed at the ground.
- Okay.
I'm coming out.
- Okay, that's it.
Now I want you to stop there and again,
very slowly place the rifle on the ground.
Slowly.
That's it, good.
Now I want you to keep moving towards
the center of the ground.
- You still on him, Michael?
- Don't worry about me.
(suspenseful music)
- Alright, now stop there.
Drop to your knees.
Place the phone on the ground
and lace your fingers behind your head.
Alright, I'm coming out!
(ominous music)
- He's got a gun!
Lawson, he's got a gun!
- Hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
I know who he is.
Charlie Thomas?
- Lawson Blake.
What are you doing here?
- She stabbed me with a pen.
A pen!
I was just doing a crossword.
I always use a pen to do my crosswords.
I'm smart, no mistakes, you know?
- Sir?
Sir, I think you should try and rest until the ambulance--
- She just came at me, you know?
Look at this, look at that, look what she did!
God, I tell you, that Prozac's not working.
- [Josh] Dom?
- [Dominic] Two minutes, they said.
- Croatian women.
- I wanna get out of here now.
- What do you want-- - Do you have any idea--
- What they're like? - Me to do, Josh?
- [Dominic] I can't make them drive faster.
- No.
- Well, call them again. - They'll drive you crazy
on purpose, just because they can.
- What's going on Lawson, how do you know this guy?
- Ex-instructor from Aust.
Charlie was my first weapons master.
- Did you know he was the shooter?
- No.
I don't reckon Charlie knew it was me, either.
Did you, Charlie?
Why'd you call yourself Norman?
- It's my middle name, Charles Norman Thomas.
Just so I keep it secret, you know?
Until I decided if I could go through with it.
- Go through with what?
- I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
take my gun out now. - Charlie, slow down.
Slow down.
Hold your fire, Michael.
Charlie's not gonna shoot anyone.
- Lawson.
- Hold your fire!
(ominous music)
- Josh, ambos have arrived. - You know what she did once?
She took everything I loved. - Get some uniforms
to watch the wife. - Everything.
- Bring the ambos up as quick as you can.
- My plates, my glasses-- - soon as they're in the door
we're outta here. - My blender!
- I think you'd better stop talking.
- She just chucked the whole lot out the window.
- Shut up!
- [Kerry] Letting you stay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Can you secure the outer perimeter?
- Done.
- Leon, how long till Special Ops get here?
- [Leon] Three minutes, maybe.
- You got three minutes, Lawson.
- Charlie, what are we doing here with guns?
- Stop.
- If you can just put that gun down, we could talk.
- Stay out of range, mate.
- Look, I don't know what-- - Just stay there!
I know you got the Taser.
Behind your back, isn't it?
What's the manual say?
They're good for about six meters.
So stay there.
Okay?
- I know what you're doing.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Michael, no matter what Charlie does do not fire.
Anybody else out there--
- Lawson!
- You give 'em the order, Kerry.
'Cause that's what you want, isn't it?
I mean, that's why we're all here.
- I'm sorry, mate.
- [Michael] Lawson.
- Hold your fire!
- I want you to give my wife a message.
- Put the gun down, Charlie.
- Clear, I have a shot.
- Lawson!
- [Lawson] Do not take it!
I repeat, you do not take it!
- Rita liked you.
Can you tell her--
- I'm not giving her any bloody message!
- Tell her that it wasn't her fault.
- Charlie!
- Tell her that I just started thinking
and I couldn't stop. - Charlie, put the gun down!
- I couldn't see any way forward.
- Charlie, if you put-- - Tell her I tried!
- The gun down you can tell her yourself!
- You stop!
Just stay where you are.
'Cause today's the day, Lawson.
I can't do this myself. - No!
I'm not gonna-- - I need you to--
- I am not going to shoot you!
- Oh, yes you are.
- It's all yours, fellas.
(laughing)
- This is just...
- Yeah.
- I mean...
- I know.
What?
- Nothing.
(siren blaring)
- [Charlie] Come on, shoot me!
- [Lawson] I'm not gonna shoot you, Charlie!
- Shoot me!
- My gun's holstered, staying that way!
- Come on, use your training!
Shoot me!
- I repeat, I have a shot.
- Shoot me! - Lawson.
- Shoot me, come on. - Don't shoot!
We are not taking this guy out!
- Let me take it, Lawson!
- Do not shoot!
- Okay, the rottweilers are here.
(sighs)
- [Lawson] Charlie, just--
- [Charlie] Don't come any closer!
- [Lawson] Charlie, just--
- Stay back!
- Just let me-- - Don't come any closer!
- Shooter's out on the field and our negotiator's with him.
- Lawson.
- Charlie, it doesn't have to be like this.
It really doesn't.
There are other solutions and I know that
it's really hard for you to see at the moment,
but you have to believe me when
I tell you we can work this out.
Now, whatever's brought you here,
I promise you we will find a solution.
(suspenseful music)
It just doesn't have to end like this.
Thank you, Charlie.
(guns firing) (dramatic music)
- Lawson!
Lawson!
- [Josh] Leon, where is he?
- In the stadium, Kerry's already locked him down.
- Hey.
You okay?
- It's just a bruise.
- Kerry wants me to get you back to base.
- I'll get his firearm.
- Sergeant, Sergeant, that's not your job.
- I think it's best for Lawson if I go and get it.
I'm not gonna say please.
- Go, off you go.
- Kerry wanna talk to me?
- And the psychs.
Just get in and get out.
How long do you want?
- Nah, I'm ready.
- I almost got the old guy myself.
Lawson just beat me to it.
What's he so upset about?
- Shut up, Michael.
- Yes.
- Counselor's ready to talk to you.
He came here to die, there's nothing you could have done.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, so everyone keeps telling me.
- I got shot, Grace.
(laughs)
Oh, I just...
What am I doing?
So, are you the youngest?
In your family?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, me too.
They ever listen to you?
- Not really.
My dad had a heart attack just about when I signed up.
- My brothers didn't know whether to laugh or slap me.
- How many you got?
- Two, both cops.
- I've got three, no cops.
It's nuts, you're right.
Sometimes I think that we should be working in a preschool.
- Yeah, you know what, from what I hear
they can be pretty scary, too.
You okay?
- [Grace] Yeah.
- So nothing?
- [Grace] No.
What?
- No, I just thought...
You know, you look worried,
I thought maybe it was about Josh.
(laughs)
- [Grace] No.
- Okay, sorry I just thought that--
- No, I mean...
Why would you think that?
- Nothing, sorry I mentioned it.
(groaning)
- [Leon] Here it comes, here it comes, this is great!
This is unbelievable.
(mimicking explosion)
That is great!
(laughs)
- That hurts just looking at it!
- I'm gonna sample some music and post it on YouTube.
(laughs)
Hang on, here we go again.
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Um, nothing, nothing, we just, uh...
- No, don't stop it.
Keep playing it.
- Josh.
- Keep playing it, put it back on.
Yeah, that's pretty funny.
Maybe you should put in some footage
of Lawson shooting that old bloke.
You got that somewhere?
- We weren't dissing Lawson--
- Yes, you were, Stella, I don't wanna hear it!
Me and Dom are gonna finish Lawson's shift.
See if you can keep us on call.
Can you handle that?
Good.
(door slamming)
- I understand this must be a terrible moment for anyone.
All the questions in your mind.
Sergeant, do you want to talk about the incident?
- Not really.
- Let me tell you, exercise is good.
It might make you feel better.
It'll help you process what's happened.
Also, try not to drink alcohol, especially tonight.
It might seem to improve things,
but it'll only make you feel more depressed later on.
Maybe we could have another chat in a few days' time.
How would that be?
- That'd be great.
- So, um...
How do you feel?
(slamming) (glass shattering)
- Yeah, yeah, I've got him.
- I'm fine.
- I've been doing some checking.
Charlie Thomas, he was more than your instructor.
He was your friend, wasn't he?
- Who told you that? - You should have.
If I knew you were friends
I would have pulled you out of there.
Do you know why he did it this way?
- I don't know, he's Catholic.
Maybe he just couldn't eat a bullet.
Hey look, anyone told his wife yet?
- Yeah, it's being organized.
- Yeah, right.
- Don't, Lawson, don't.
It's not your job.
- Look, let's get one thing straight.
Charlie Thomas wasn't a friend, he wasn't a mate.
He was a mean little prick that rode me
the whole time he was my instructor.
You know, he stopped me getting promoted, okay?
And no, that's not why I shot him.
(sighing)
- Why does it always smell in here?
- It's these shoes, they don't let my feet breathe.
I gotta go back to wearing thongs.
- Yeah, 'cause I'm sure that'll help.
(laughs)
You know, he really pisses me off.
- Right.
- Everyone feels bad for Lawson
and I'm sorry for what he had to do,
but I'm the one that got shot and I'm
the one that's hurting, right?
So if I wanna make a joke about it I can.
- Damn straight.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- I mean, who the hell does he think he is?
I'm not the one making moves on Grace.
- What, really?
- I don't know that for sure.
- Okay, okay. - Leon.
- Okay, okay.
- [Computer] Hello, Miss Dagostino.
I know you're angry and I'm sorry your boob still hurts.
But can you show me the bruise again?
(both laughing)
(melancholy music)
- Hey, Connor.
- Josh, how you doing?
- Good.
- Oh, Grace.
- Yeah?
- I've just come to pick her up.
I just went inside and no one's seen her.
Just thought she might still be out.
- No, she came back early.
- You have any idea where she might be?
- No.
Isn't that her there?
(laughs)
- Geez, here I am looking for her
inside and she's waiting in the car.
Sorry, thanks.
- See ya.
- I was looking for you inside.
- Sorry, I saw your car.
- You look nice.
Should be a good night, huh?
Well, my loose jeans can fit lots more in.
You alright?
- Yeah, just had a long day.
- Okay, you can forget about that now.
- Lawson Blake?
- So, um...
Was he sick?
- No.
No, he was just...
Finished.
He was very sure.
He'd been explaining it to me for months.
Why he had to do it.
He was sad, he was...
So sad.
I tried to get him to talk to someone.
You know how he was.
He liked you, Lawson.
No, he did.
It's just, you were so sure of yourself, so well regarded.
And Charlie thought that praise
didn't sit well with most people.
Made them come up short.
And so he liked to push them the other way.
- First time I fired my gun on the job.
- He would have hated it was you.
- Yeah, I reckon you're right.
Doesn't help much, though.
♪ Too much time ♪
♪ Too many thoughts ♪
♪ On my mind ♪
♪ In my head ♪
- Hey, I've been looking for you.
- [Lawson] Are those Jeffrey's?
- Yeah, he's never gonna get 'em.
I'm petty, I can deal with it.
Get in, I'll give you a lift.
- No, thanks.
- Oh, Lawson.
- No, I'm good.
♪ Too much time ♪
♪ In my head ♪
(melancholy music)
(dramatic rock music)