(upbeat music)
- Begin second stage emergency evacuation
starting on level two.
- Hey babe, hey.
- Coming early.
- This is all too easy, we're being played.
Where's the bomb squad?
The real bomb is right here, it's underneath this,
everybody, move out to the street now!
- Stop!
(explosion resonating)
- Got her, got her, got her, got her.
- You got her.
- I love you Grace.
- I love you too.
- We need some help over here, Gracie, Gracie?
Grace, Grace?
(dramatic music)
(phone beeping)
(dramatic music)
(sniffling)
(knocking)
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Connor.
You okay?
I was just on my way to a job.
We're making this work, can you believe it?
Wanted to come in and make sure you're okay.
- I'm okay.
- Good.
Okay,
I'll see you guys later.
(exhaling loudly)
- I thought he was alright, what's going on?
- With brain injuries, the first 24 hours are critical
after the initial drain he's stabilized but,
we gotta keep moving.
- Yeah sure.
So so, what's wrong with him?
- The intracranial pressure started building
about eight hours ago.
CT scan shows there's some swelling on the left side.
Gotta get back in there, relieve the pressure
and try to find what was causing it.
- Jesus.
- The last concussion was just standard.
(phone ringing)
excuse me.
Yeah.
I'll be there in 15, thanks.
You family?
- No, don't,
we work in the same technical squad.
- Are his parents here?
- No they're dead, he's got no brothers and sisters,
his wife is here, they've just got a baby.
- Then I'll need her to consent to operation
and we need that filled out.
- Hum, organ donor-
- It's standard procedure.
- I don't think she needs to see this right now
I'm not gonna give her this.
- Someone has to.
- Alright give me a few minutes then.
- One, then we gotta start prepping him.
- Hey, hey!
You should work on your bedside manner.
(upbeat music)
(exhaling)
(laughing)
- Snuffy.
- Hey boy.
- Oh hey, it doesn't go mate.
(laughing)
go.
(laughing)
Go Snuffy.
(yelling)
(dramatic music)
(braking)
(honking)
- [Man Over Radio] Vic ac to tango one,
traffic incident in Harold street, north Melbourne.
We have a male offender disrupting traffic.
- Come on, let's not fly.
Vic ac this is t01, we're on that.
- How can they not know this?
So far I've claimed for my foot, my knee, my hip.
And these awkward bladder problems.
What do you reckon I should go for next?
My back.
I need a back injury.
- Get us out of here, nothing's happening.
- Josh, tip said MediVic was gonna get hit today sometime,
they'll load it up for Friday.
- The tip is wrong, no one's showing.
- Look, IRS have commander control, nothing I can do,
they say when you go.
Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
- It's a joke that we're working.
- I know.
- Today of all days we shouldn't be here.
- Bosses think we should stay busy.
Any way, it's almost five, MediVic will be closed soon.
- I'll meet you at the hospital?
- Yeah.
- Any word on Dom?
- No nothing yet.
- How's Grace?
- Yeah she's good.
Says she feels okay, you'll never guess
where me and Stella are headed.
Snuffy Wells, remember him?
- Yeah.
- He's in a pub, in his undies.
- Why do you get all the good jobs?
- I know.
- I'll talk to you later.
- We staying?
(car door banging)
- Yeah, the mighty have fallen hey.
- What?
- 80,000 people used to tune up to a match,
pretty much just to watch this bloke play.
What, now he's dancing around on the street in his undies.
- Ladies first.
- I recognized who he was and sent him in the back,
I don't think anyone noticed he's not wearing.
- Any ducks.
- Yeah.
He ordered six martinis and two grams of speed.
(laughing)
- Snuffy Wells.
You know what.
I saw you kick seven goals in the pouring rain,
on one leg.
- Hmmm.
Sidney, '94.
- Yeah, same day you got booked
for biting plugs and lockers.
(laughing)
- What a main goal.
How old are you?
- I was 19.
- Snuffy was 26, that's depressing.
Say.
Snuffy in trouble?
- I'll tell you what,
you fix up your little bar tab here,
you get the barman a nice tip,
maybe put the pants on, we'll call you a cab,
we'll take you home, we'll call it square, right?
- Is that all?
- Well you tell me, is there more?
- Nah, of course not.
- Good.
- Let's have a bit of a laugh.
(laughing)
bit of fun.
(speaking in a foreign language)
- Alright, you better hurry up,
otherwise the press will be here
and that's the last thing you need.
(blowing raspberry)
- Really saw me kick seven at the G?
- Well, yes I did.
(beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Stella.
- Yeah it's me.
- Yeah, what's going on?
- Grace is okay but Dom's had another bleed,
they're prepping him for surgery now.
- So do you want us down there?
- I don't know, I finished a shift,
apparently he's gonna be in there for a while.
Could you call the rest of the crew for me?
- [Stella] Yeah you got it.
- Hey Stella.
It's serious.
(dramatic music)
- Wait.
(medical equipment beeping regularly)
- Sargent Joshua?
Yeah?
- D24 operator just called.
Silent alarm is going off.
- In here?
- Yeah, can you see anything?
- No.
- No one coming in or out?
- There's a thousand people coming in and out,
but no one dodgy, want me to shut the place down?
- No, just get to closing time then we'll pull you out.
- Alright.
Said maybe another five hours,
and we'll know something about Dom.
- How's Sandy?
- She's holding up.
Okay?
- Yeah.
Just a headache.
- You really got smacked around Gracie.
(clearing throat)
you were out for half an hour--
- I'm fine, they checked me out
and they said I'm fine--
- Sure but why don't I get the doctor
I'll get something for you--
- No.
- This is what I was talking about, this job.
You just never know what's gonna happen next.
- I have been wanting to talk--
- You and your friends, you,
you think this is normal.
It's not Gracie, it's not normal.
- I'm in love with Josh.
And I can't help it.
I'm in love with him.
(dramatic music)
I am sorry.
- Okay.
- Covered every body part, there's nothing left to claim.
- 10 minutes.
You coming to the hospital?
- Yeah, of course.
Hey.
I got into special OPS.
- Really?
- Well actually, I got accepted into the training program
just considering my options whether I'd like
to go for it or not.
- Well if you have a crack, I'm sure you'll find it.
- Hey.
Hey.
- Dom's gone in.
- Yeah I heard.
He's gonna be fine Sandy, you'll see, he's a trooper.
Can I get you anything, cup of tea, coffee, binky?
- No.
- How's the pup?
- She's great, she's beautiful.
I just put her down, she's in the nursery.
- Picked a name yet?
- No, I'm waiting for Dom.
We got two choices, but we wanted to see
what she looked like first.
See what suited her.
- Can I see her?
- Now?
- Yeah why not.
Big boss can stay here, tell them where to find you.
Come on, so does she look like Dom?
- [Sandy] Yeah she does.
- [Leon] Well that's unfortunate, isn't it?
(chuckling)
(dramatic music)
- I just need two minutes.
- Got a minute to go.
- Son, the alarm's gone off again.
- In here?
- No, in the storing room, some basement.
- Right, I'm gonna find out what's going on.
- [Man] Sargent.
- No, I been in here all day,
scratching my ass, wanna know what's going on.
- Hey, it's alright.
- Sargent Joshua with tactical response,
there's been a silent alarm triggered in your basement,
I need to go and have a look, can you show me where it is?
- We gotta go.
- Dom?
- Snuffy Wells.
- (exhaling) God help us.
(beeping)
- What the hell are you doing down here?
- Sick of waiting.
- Yeah well I told you,
they've been getting false alarms all week, it's nothing,
believe me, now you're gonna burn the job.
(dramatic music)
(banging)
- Sargent Lawson Blake, this is constable Dagostino.
- How's it going?
He looked us up, he's locked the door
and he's not letting anyone in.
- Is he armed?
- Yeah he's got a knife.
- Alright.
(knocking)
- Hey, heard the news?
- What news?
- You're a hero, you and Dom.
They spelt your name wrong and,
the photo from your graduation's a bit judgy but (chuckling)
So everything okay?
- The blow lights in here.
- Here, let me turn them off, okay.
Where's Connor?
- He's gone for a walk.
- I brought you something to cheer you up,
you can log on, get footy results, porn,
whatever you like.
(chuckling)
- Great.
- My favorite tactical mate.
- Thank you.
- It's okay.
- Leon can you hear me?
- Josh.
- I need you help, I need everything you can get
on the buildings west of the MediVec office.
- Yeah I'm not at my desk alright, give me a minute
to get up to speed, I'll get back to you.
- Yeah thanks mate.
- Excuse me, police, sorry, I need to get online,
excuse me, excuse me.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
- What did he say?
- The usual, there's no point, that he's done,
that he's a jerk.
- Has he got any family or relatives?
He was married, wasn't he?
- Yeah, three times.
But I reckon he just wants to talk to you.
(knocking)
- Mister Well.
Snuffy?
- Piss off.
- Senior Sargent Blake Snuffy.
- What did somebody bite that plug off?
- Yeah, yeah that's me.
- Alright come on in mate, no other amount of blokes,
just you.
- Alright, just me.
Check on Dom?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Snuffy?
- [Snuffy] Here.
- Oh Snuffy.
- Sit there.
- Alright.
- Hey, police, freeze, stop!
Fine Mash.
- Mister Joshua, what are you doing down here?
- Get over here, get on your knees.
- No I was just having a little run you know,
jeez what is this place hey?
- Hey police.
- Oh I haven't done nothing of what you charged me with.
- Get up.
(upbeat dramatic music)
- Josh, it's part of an old power station.
- Yeah, you're breaking up.
- Josh.
Josh, are you reading me, hello?
(beeping)
- After 98 happening, back was staffed.
Everyone wanted me to be the same but you know,
it was just--
- Just wasn't the same, yeah I remember.
Snuffy, you know I'm here to help you, aren't you?
So why don't we get you out of that bath, get you dry,
and go on and talk about it somewhere else,
what do you say hey?
(chuckling)
yeah?
- No.
(dramatic music)
- Roll over.
Roll over!
Hands behind your back.
Do it!
- Hey, stop it.
No, no, don't.
(yelling)
Josh!
- I'm bad luck.
Always have been.
Something's gotta go wrong, I'm there.
But Dom he's good luck, wins everything.
Lotto, photo raffle.
He won a car once, did you know that?
But I'm bad luck.
All the time I knew something bad was gonna happen.
(crying)
- You're not bad luck.
- I am.
- No sweetheart you're not bad luck,
you've had this beautiful healthy baby girl.
- What is it?
- I just.
(dramatic music)
- Help, I need some help in here,
it's my wife, she's not breathing, she's not breathing.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
- Alright, just try not to move.
It hasn't gone through a major artery or anything.
- Yeah?
- If it did, you'd probably be dead by now.
Listen I'm gonna go get some help.
- Don't go.
- I have to get you off that metal spike then.
Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
There's no good way to do this, ready?
(screaming resonating)
(grunting)
- Okay, just gotta lay back somewhere,
you afraid of the dark?
- [Josh] Micheal?
- Yeah, Josh, hey, down here, hey.
- You alright, what happened?
- Yeah the dickhead here just got a cuppa spike
through him, he's fine he's just having a bit of a wimp,
but I'm gonna need your help with him.
There's a storm water drain down here,
it's gotta lead out somewhere.
Did you get the other guy?
- Yeah I've chained him to a pipe.
He's pretty pissed off.
- Nice.
- Most people don't get it.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to be me.
I'm so sick of it, I'm so sick of it.
I know you remember you get it,
Snuffy can tell, but.
- Hold on one sec, will ya?
- Hey where you going?
You can't just leave me.
- He's not gonna bloody anything.
I'm just gonna have to wait it out, unfortunately.
He's sitting in the bath, with a knife to his throat
he looks like a bloody dickhead.
Any word on Dom?
(dramatic music)
- What is it?
Lawson ?
(buzzing)
- Micheal, where the hell are you?
- Leon, no idea, we're in a storm water drain
off that building we were in.
- Storm water drain, okay, got you, where's Josh?
- Yeah I'm here too.
- Okay just keep going I'll get Lawson to you.
(dramatic music)
- Dom?
- Uh no, it's not Dom.
(rain pouring)
- The doctors don't know what happened.
Connor said that Grace was talking,
that her head hurt but it was nothing.
And then she just, went.
He's given permission for an autopsy,
so we should find out what went wrong,
probably by tomorrow.
Dom's okay.
They,
located the bleed and,
everything looks good.
We've lost one of our crew.
That should never happen.
And now the big question is, did we screw up?
If you think that we did anything wrong,
then be direct, alright, ranks off,
this is just between us, there is gonna be no bounce back,
not from me.
- Or from me.
- Just say what you're thinking.
- I think you handled it right,
Dom was doing the job he was trained to do.
- How could you have known where the last device was hidden?
There was no way you could've known that
and warned us, no way.
- Josh?
Leon?
- I don't know Kerry.
I need to think about it some more.
I had a look back over the tapes and,
I don't know, maybe we should have known
something more was going on.
I mean, everything was a little bit off,
don't you think?
Everything that guy did.
Maybe,
maybe we did make the wrong play,
I don't know, I need to think about it more.
- I know this is the last thing we need right now,
but I need a completed debrief report
by tomorrow at noon.
This is not me asking.
I've been told that this comes from way up.
So complete these and then let's make back the base,
say at two, for the official ops debrief
and then sikes are gonna wanna go at you
and of course I.A,
so go home, tomorrow's gonna be a long and shitty day.
- Josh.
Try and get some sleep, okay?
(crying)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- How about I give you a lift home?
- No I don't.
I must stay and see if Connor's okay.
Please.
- Okay.
See you tomorrow.
- Yep.
(dramatic music)
- Right, who's up for a drink, Masha?
- Sounds good.
- You mate?
(dramatic music)
- I'm sorry.
- To Grace.
- See ya.
- See ya guys.
- See you tomorrow.
- Is this where you'd meet?
- Come on now.
- Don't.
Don't.
Something, I.
I don't know what it was.
Last couple of months.
I knew something was different.
Every night, waiting for Gracie.
Wondering.
She said she was sorry.
- Connor, this.
- And all the time she was here.
- Connor, doesn't matter now.
- It matters.
It matters!
It matters to me.
How dare you!
- I'm not gonna fight you Connor.
(grunting)
- There's a trust.
A trust.
You can't do that to someone's trust.
(exhaling)
- How about I give you guys a break, leave you to it.
(chuckling)
(soft dramatic music)
(soft upbeat music)