(dramatic music)
- We've lost one of our crew.
That should never happen.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
(sniffling)
- How about I give you a bit of time?
- No, I don't.
- Look, I've walked into a domestic.
- A domestic?
You're supposed to be takin' some time off.
- Yeah, I was.
- [Two Officers] Drop it, drop it now.
(gun fires)
- So if I had fired, I'd have. - Still I had
- taken your head off. - a better position.
- [Michael] I called it like I saw it.
- You were in my line of fire.
- I was covering you.
- No, you were just in the way.
- Well, either put that in your report and we get
an investigation or you two bloody well grow up
and we get on with it.
(dramatic music)
- G'day, Mr. Lavilla.
Kerry Vincent, Tactical Response.
- Hey, fair to be back.
- I am sure it is.
Look, here's the drill.
Behind there is a mob of reporters who think
you're the Britney Spears of the gangland,
so we've organized a motorcade follow.
Sorry about these elaborate precautions,
but here's Gavin, he's playing you.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Not bad.
- Alright, Josh.
- So all this is for me, eh?
Who'd you say I was, Paris Hilton?
- Don't flatter yourself.
(Lavilla laughs)
- It's about time, man.
Those things were killing me.
- (mumbles) kill you, Bobby.
Get in.
- So where we headed?
- [Kerry] I'll see ya.
(suspenseful music)
- There you go, mate.
There's your future.
- What d'ya mean?
- Don't all actors wanna be famous?
- Mate, I've been doin' this for 10 years.
My wife's gettin' pissed off with me.
The only thing I'm famous for is a toilet paper ad
and some Shakespeare in Bendigo.
- Ah, well, you got to start somewhere.
- Shut up.
Sorry, I was just gettin' into character.
(suspenseful music)
- Exactly where am I headed?
Can you give me a clue?
- [Female Voice] Tango One, I'll lead the convoy over
- [Bobby] There's no need for any of this.
- Yeah, copy that.
- Unbelievable.
There's no need for any of this shit.
- Well, we're just making sure, Bobby.
(suspenseful music)
- I worked in a call center, as a waiter,
even a real estate agency for a while.
- You reckon I could be an actor?
- Don't think about it, mate.
Well, I mean this is the best gig of my career so far.
Right now I've got a camera chasin' me on rider bikes,
I've got two body guards sittin' here beside of me.
(bullet whistles)
- Stop, stop here.
(suspenseful music)
Stella, this is Michael, building on the left, second story.
Flank around, jam through that alleyway.
Alright go, get him out of here, go.
(suspenseful music)
Flank around to the left.
- Covering, go.
- Through that alleyway.
Alright.
(music drowns out speech)
Go, get the car.
- Got it!
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
(siren blares)
- Hey!
(gun fires)
(siren blares)
Just ran off.
- We're on a black Audi A8 oscar, alpha, alpha 356.
- Gotcha, BTW, Kerry's in your direction, two minutes off.
- [Stella] Do I need to go left or right?
- I mean just keep driving.
- So which way?
- I don't know!
God, come on.
(dramatic music)
- Well, maybe you should get some more cars down here,
yeah, and do a bit more work.
So tell me.
- From a second-floor window.
He woulda used full jacket match head
doing straight through with a clean hole like this big.
- Lawson.
This actor thing has all turned to shit.
- Okay, thanks, Kerry, let's go.
- What was all that about?
Oh, will someone just tell me what the hell's going on?
Well, I suppose we can guess.
- Michael, your visual on the Audi,
plates stolen sometime between midnight
and 6:00 a.m. this morning in St. Kilda.
Red joy is going out to all cars.
I'm taking bets that those plates are
at the bottom of the river.
- [Michael] Yeah, thanks, Leon.
- Okay, you two, 'til we deliver this guy safely,
for the next 24 hours, no more than three minutes
from that hotel room, okay?
- Alright. - I'm going there now.
- Gah, 24 hours.
- Double shift, big deal.
- Okay, nerd boy, I have a social life.
You know, I haven't slept all weekend.
I'm gonna be hallucinating by lunchtime.
(horn honks)
- [Kerry] Move it.
- Yup.
- [Kerry] In my way!
(dramatic music)
- What's up, Blake?
- Sorry.
Alright.
- You are the only guest on this level, Bobby,
you may be happy to know.
- Yeah, I suppose the police department can afford
to book the whole floor.
- Well, we've got the corporate rate.
So this is it until court tomorrow morning.
There'll be an officer with you at all times
and you saw the two in the corridor
so anything you want, just let us know.
- Well, if I need to take a piss,
you gonna hold my dick for me?
- Yeah, sure, if you want.
- You wanna tell me what the hell happened back there?
Somethin' happened to your motorcade guy.
- He was shot.
- Well that's terrible.
I thought they'd use a bomb.
- Any idea who it might have been?
- What, you got no idea?
Oh, great, well that's it then, guess I'm a dead man.
- [Kerry] I should have had a bullet proof vehicle.
- No, it wasn't a big priority.
The whole thing was just there to throw the press off.
- Just didn't think it through properly.
- Look, don't beat yourself up.
This is not your fault.
- I spent an hour with his wife at the hospital.
They got two little kids.
- Kerry, you did everything right.
- Whole thing stinks.
Supposed to look after people in crisis, not babysit crooks.
- When we command a Tactical Operations command,
so it goes with the territory.
- Yeah, well it shouldn't.
I've always argued against it.
- Well, when I started, it was a given,
so I just do the job and then ask questions.
- You'd have made a good Nazi, you know that?
- You sayin' I'm not a good cop?
- No, no, no, I love you,
Senior Sergeant Blake, you know that.
- Ah, guys, guys, it's Marisa Hodgman,
and might I say she's everything that you'd expect and more.
Just around the corner.
- Ah, g'day, I'm Inspector Kerry Vincent.
This is Senior Sergeant Lawson Blake, pleased to meet you.
- I want to see him.
- Of course, you're his lawyer,
you've got unfettered access.
- Where is he?
- Well, we can't just disclose his location.
- I know the drill, Sergeant, I just need
to see him as soon as possible.
I presume you've got him in a safe house somewhere?
- [Lawson] We have.
- So you'll be organizing a neutral location
where I can meet with him?
- Is that right? - Of course.
- Yeah, of course.
Give us about an hour.
- Good.
Now about your actor.
- Yep, yep.
I've just come from the hospital.
He was DOA, unfortunately.
- I wasn't asking.
I'll be representing his widow.
Call me.
I'll be waiting.
- I'll see you out.
- Mm.
- Hey, Lawson.
- [Lawson] What the hell is that?
- That is a top autograph, mate.
That's gonna be worth a fortune one day.
Oh, by the way, I accidentally on purpose
overheard that bit about her representing
the actor's widow in court.
She is gonna cream you guys.
- Listen, if I hear you say anything like that
in front of Kerry, I will tear you limb from limb, got it?
- Yup, sorry, mate.
Sorry, I was just joking.
(dramatic music)
- Hi, I'm Constable Sandrelli, this is Constable Dagostino.
- Hi, Constable Sandrelli.
- Um, we will be doing the vehicle switch at Tolano's.
- Right.
- 'kay.
(dramatic music)
Um, you go into the lobby.
Follow the corridor right down to the end.
To your right, you'll see a door to Simmons Street.
- Alright.
- Hi, Constable Sandrelli.
Big bitch.
- She's very bright, you know.
- Okay, I've read about her.
She's so cheap.
- Nerd boy, what was that?
- Huh?
- Before, you called me nerd boy.
- Shut up.
- Ah, here we go, just this silver car over here.
- You're the Kerry Vincent of the Hammond Report?
- Yeah, I am.
I had my ex-husband's name, unfortunately.
- Thought you might be.
It's a real insight into policing, it's good.
- Thanks, don't know if it made any difference.
- So you're a lawyer, why aren't you working in the law?
- I am, I'm a cop.
- Why?
- Well, I ask myself that question,
never get a decent answer,
so I just keep doing what I'm doing.
- [Marisa] You guys can't protect him, you know that.
- Oh, we'll do our best.
- Don't patronize me.
The only people he's safe with are his own people.
- Are you kidding?
He's testifying against his own brother.
Half his family want him dead.
- Yeah, and the other half want to protect him.
And I'm the only one who knows who's who.
- Look, I'm not making any lists.
No one gets in to see him.
- You haven't got him safe.
You're what'll kill him in the end, do you realize that?
- Yeah, well we'll see about that, eh.
(dramatic music)
Wanna stay in the car?
Thank you.
- Alright, no other vehicles coming in or out.
We've got WPT guys in the stairs and the lifts are locked.
- Ah, yeah, sounds good.
Wanna get your guy?
Okay, you can step out now.
- Thank you. - Alright, big boy.
- That doesn't look very lawyer/client to me.
- Unless you read the trashy mags, Dom.
- She is gonna eat him alive.
- Well, he's highly edible, I'll give him that.
- Are you serious?
You and Marisa got plans for him, have ya?
- Nah, I wouldn't mind.
Somethin' about him.
- Wouldn't get too close.
People around him keep disappearing.
- Hey, he made a girlfriend, for one.
- Alleged, Dom, allegedly.
- Lawson!
(Kerry shouts)
(gun fires)
- Down!
(glass breaks)
- Cover me.
- Go, go.
Is everyone right?
- [Bobby] Yeah, we're right.
- Keep them down, Dom.
- [Lawson] Girl's gotta go.
- Okay, go get him outta here.
Marisa, you're with me, come on.
- Usual location, what did you do?
Put it out on the net?
- Well, I apologize, it never happens,
now get in the vehicle.
- Oh, there's the understatement of the century.
You cannot protect this man.
I'm having him bailed.
- That is impossible.
Your client probably set this up anyway.
(car tires screech)
- The agreement understanding is that he is kept
under close personal protection.
This is a fundamental breach.
- The agreement states that we protect him
to the best of our ability.
That is happening, so there is no breach.
- Face it.
I no longer consider my client bound by the agreement.
- Well tough luck, sweetheart, 'cause we've got him.
- That Bobby Lavilla, he's so hot.
I wish I could get a go of protecting him.
- You are, you're in the outer cordon.
- Oh close personal protection is what we're supposed
to be doing and I could give him close personal protection.
- The lawyer does that.
- Mm, slut.
- This isn't working.
- If he's alive, it's working.
- Yeah, it's just a matter of time.
They knew that location, they'll sure as hell know this one.
- Nah, that doesn't follow.
Hey, hey.
You wanna tell me what you're thinking?
- The Great Wall of China.
6,000 miles of impregnable walls.
Three times armies went straight through.
Do you know why?
People.
Somebody bribed the guys at the gate.
- Come on, hey.
We've worked with WPT before,
we know every single one of those guys, okay.
- So what are you suggesting, we just wait around
and wait for the next big surprise?
Our job is to protect this guy.
- Our job is to deliver him to court
and so far, we are right on track.
- Oh, what are we, some sort of career company?
- Yeah, yeah we are, right now we are.
We drop him off at 10:00 tomorrow morning, our job is done.
- Lawson, there is a guy dead because I picked him out
of some casting agent's book.
I don't care what this guy has done.
I am gonna keep him alive.
- Okay, fine, so what do you suggest?
- I don't know, but not this.
(sighs)
Hey, you wanna come this way?
Look, we don't like each other very much, do we?
- You really want an answer?
- This Bobby Lavilla witness protection,
the whole operation is obviously seriously compromised.
I have to get him out of that hotel room.
It's just a matter of time
before there's another sniper or bomb or whatever.
There's no time to work out what went wrong.
I've just gotta short circuit the system somehow.
- Yeah.
- I need you to grab him and take him off somewhere else.
Look, you are the only police officer, in fact,
I think you are the only person capable of pulling this off.
- And this is unofficial right?
- Deeply.
If anything goes wrong and we--
- What does Lawson say?
- This is between you and me.
We have to trust each other.
- You wanna withdraw a dozen officers
and have me protect him?
Are you kiddin' me?
What do I owe this guy?
Or for that matter, what do I owe you?
- Nothin'.
(dramatic music)
- Yeah, let me have a dozen oysters
and nah, make it two dozen oysters
and I'll have a lobster.
Hey, you want a lobster?
- Eating a bit early, aren't ya?
- Yeah, two lobsters and some sort of dessert.
I don't know, I don't care, whatever's on special.
Alright, thank you.
Listen, you should try a little bit of everything, alright,
make sure I'm not gettin' poisoned.
- Ah, I don't really care if you're poisoned.
All the knives are gone, Bobby.
(laughs)
- You drive, I'm faking.
- Nah, if I drive, you'll sit here and go to sleep.
- Yeah, well duh.
- Sorry, nerd boy says no.
- Oh, I was joking, you know.
You're so thin-skinned.
- I'm not, it was just a dumb remark.
- Ah.
- Lawson.
I've been havin' a think.
I wanna get him outta here.
- Yeah.
- So what d'ya reckon, you and me,
we take this whole thing under the radar
and we just slip him out?
- Well, besides that being totally against protocol.
- If we keep movin' him out - Yeah.
- He's more likely - okay, okay.
- to be found, isn't he? - Alright, alright.
- Sorta knew you'd say that.
- Look, I know you feel responsible for the actor, okay?
But don't let it cloud your judgment.
Let's just stick to what we know.
- Difficult, difficult.
(door opens and closes)
- Well, you're takin' your time, ain't ya.
I mean, what are you gotta do,
float into Tasmania to get 'em?
How about the lobsters?
Did you take the order or what?
Well, can you make it a bit snappy?
I mean, please, I'm asking nicely.
Thanks.
I don't wanna be rude, but how long's it take 'em
to get food from there to here?
I mean what do they do, stop off at the pub or somethin'.
(exhales)
I'm starvin', mate.
- Lina.
- Josh.
(unlocks and opens door)
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
- Not gonna hold his dick?
- He asked for you actually.
(door opens)
- Jesus, you took your time.
- Josh!
(guns fire)
- Get on the ground!
(Josh yells)
- On the ground right now!
Stay there.
Door.
- Thanks for havin' my back.
You alright?
- [Lawson] Bobby?
Stay there, stay there.
- [Bobby] What the hell was that?
- [Michael] Are they okay?
- [Leon Over Radio] Yeah, they're gonna smell
a bit like lobster Mornay.
Lawson's staying on in the room.
Can you grab Josh?
Kerry wants him back here?
- Yeah, we'll pick him up.
Got that.
- Do you know how close that was?
I mean what do I have to do, tell the future?
What do I have to do to get through to people?
- I'll do it.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- Fair enough.
Alright, so in the whole universe,
only you and I know where he is, alright?
There's no holes in the wall.
Lawson thinks this isn't our job.
Okay.
I appreciate this.
- I'm not doin' it for you.
- Double shifts, come on, mate.
I eat double shifts for breakfast.
- Not a double shift.
For me, it's like a quadruple shift.
It's an octohexashift.
(laughs)
Babies know the exact point that you're dropping off?
They got like a baby radar.
- Ah, man, you poor guy.
I actually forgot about the baby.
My sister didn't sleep for a year.
- They should use babies in Guantanamo Bay.
They'll tell 'em anything.
(laughs)
- Here.
This is what you need.
- What is it?
- It's a sleeping pill, what do you think?
It's a water weight pill.
It'll just stop you from flopping around
in the back seat of the car.
- It's not like some horse pill
you got from a vet or something?
- Dom, trust me, it's like
any short black coffee, alright?
Just give one to Stell, too,
I know she hasn't slept since Thursday.
Go on, get to work.
(suspenseful music)
- Lawson, I'm about to knock on the door.
(Josh knocks on door)
- Does all that mean that Kerry's pullin' me out?
Tactical are sent home, targets on our backs?
- Not unless (mumbles) your boss.
- You stay safe, hear?
- Alright.
(wrapper crinkles)
- Dom, are you coming or what?
- [Dom] Mm hm.
(knock on door)
- I just got this weird phone call from Inspector Vincent.
She wants a wider cordon.
We've pulled back to the foyer.
- Okay.
- It's dead against SOP, if you ask me, but what do I know?
I'll see ya, Josh.
- See ya later, thanks.
Alright, we're outta here.
- Hey, I'm not goin' anywhere.
- On your feet, get your stuff.
Now.
- [Lawson] So hang on, you've pulled
all security off the eighth floor.
Well what do you think you're doin'?
- It's part of a wider strategy.
- A wider strategy?
Enlighten me.
- I've got the Ds lookin' for Carlo Lavilla.
He's obviously the one behind these hits.
- No, you cannot be sure of that.
- Okay, but I'm doing it anyway.
And I've organized for Josh
to pull Bobby Lavilla outta that hotel room.
- Oh what, so Josh is now heading this operation, is he?
- No, Josh is the operation.
- Clear.
Quick.
- Well, well, that's just a kick in the guts, isn't it?
I'm running this squad
and you organize secret operations behind my back.
- This is the only way I could think of
to keep this guy alive.
- You know what?
I really thought we had a better
professional relationship than this, Kerry.
- Okay, okay.
Let's just try and keep this relationship alive
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
- Well, you obviously don't know Josh.
- 'Scuse me, guys.
Uh, Kerry, just thought you should know.
Josh's lapel camera and mic have been turned off.
- What about his mobile?
- It's off, too.
- Well, I'll see ya later.
(suspenseful music)
(car alarm beeps)
- Let's go.
(engine revs)
- She was the weirdest real estate agent we ever met.
I mean, how she even got
into the business, I will never know.
Like Sandra Enders found her through some friend of hers,
some friend from Algeria or Nigeria, one of the Gerias.
How many Gerias are there?
- [Leon Over Radio] Okay, guys, you've gotta find
- Bobby's big brother - There's like Bulgaria.
Carlo Lavilla.
Best chance is the Neopolitan Cafe.
His car will be at the front.
If not, you might be able to try him at the Red Star Cafe.
- It's like the Stons or the Stans.
There could be like a dozen of them.
- Doesn't want you to grab him,
just locate him and let her know.
- I mean there's like a dozen Stans.
- Hey, copy that, Leon. - There's like Pakistan,
- Dom, will you shut up? - Turkmenistan,
- Afghanistan, Kazakhstan.
- So how many people wanna stop you exactly?
- I don't know.
- Cops, crims, your family.
You got a bullseye on your chest.
- No, mate, I've got friends.
- No you don't, you got me, I'm all you got.
Apart from Miss Legal Centerfold.
- Yeah, I've got her.
That's something, isn't it?
I've got her.
- Any idea who might be following us?
They're still there.
Wait!
(suspenseful music)
- [Dom] I said, "What the hell are you on about?"
He said, "Two pairs of pants and a jacket, that's 55 bucks."
I said, "I wanted them dry cleaned,"
"not dipped in bloody gold."
- [Michael] You know who invented dry cleaners anyway.
- [Dom] What kind of moron grows up
wanting to be a dry cleaner?
I mean I said, "Two pairs of pants and a jacket."
- Dom, aaaahh!
- So you're parked right outside?
No, no, no problem, I want him to know we're there.
Just let me know when he comes out, will ya?
(horn honks)
- This better be good.
- It's a long story, but I've lost 'im.
- I should have you arrested.
- Okay, then I'll be in custody
while you're at Bobby's funeral.
- So what do you want me to do?
- I need you to help me.
I need you to find 'im.
- Why would I do that?
- Because I'm the only one who can keep him alive.
- Get in.
- Mm.
You're only the third person in the world
ever to step foot in here.
- It's nice.
- Now you know about it, I'm gonna have
to have you killed, of course.
- Yeah, of course.
(clicks pen)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey.
- Who are you lot?
- Listen, how much is a pizza from that place?
- You're the witness protection guys.
- Can I get like a Napolitano
with anchovies or something like a, no?
Alright.
- What my work has to do with my sex life, I'll never know.
- You blur the two, though.
- Do you read those magazines?
- Well, I hear cop gossip.
- So do I.
And if I'd done half of them,
I'd have been a very busy girl.
Presumption of innocence, right to a fair trial.
It's taken 600 years, give or take.
Some people would like to get rid of it overnight.
People like you, mainly.
- People like me.
- Mm, 'cause it makes your job easier.
I exist to make your job as difficult as possible.
- Yeah, and you're doin' okay.
- Mm, thank you, it's what I do best.
(key turns in door)
- Well, you better know what you're doin'.
(key turns in door lock)
Very classy, mate.
- Come 'ere.
- Thanks for this.
Can you leave us alone for a tick?
- Where you goin'?
- Not in your custody, sergeant.
- No, you're not, but let's keep the family together.
- What are you gonna do, shoot me?
- You trust her?
- Yeah, I do.
- Completely?
- What did you say?
- Sit down, will ya?
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, guys, where are ya?
Okay, here's the thing.
- Yeah, Lawson, got it.
(engine starts)
- [Bobby] Come on, he's gonna find this place.
- I don't know how.
- He'll have half a dozen guys out there.
He'll take you out first, trust me.
- That's probably the way I'd do it.
You and your brother get along well, don't ya?
- Yeah.
- You got a brother?
- Not anymore.
- What do you mean?
- I killed 'im.
- Is that right?
If I get outta here, you wanna job?
- I'll think about it.
(laughs)
- You knew I was gonna go, didn't ya?
- Yeah, it was gonna happen sooner or later.
- Mate, you're wasted in the cops.
- Put that gun down.
Drop that gun.
Drop it.
Drop it now.
- Bobby, you're gonna have to disappear.
You know that, eh?
- Go to hell, Carlo.
- Where'd you get 'im?
- I'm a mate.
- Well, you're going with 'im.
- Sorry, Bobby.
- Who told you about this place, huh?
- Who do you think?
She chooses for herself, always has.
(sirens blare)
(suspenseful music)
(tires screech)
- Hands where I can see 'em, on the wheel.
(people all shout)
- You ain't goin' nowhere, mate.
Come on, smart ass.
Come on.
(everyone shouts)
- Cuttin' it a bit fine.
- You're lucky I bloody turned up at all.
- Hey!
- [Man] Get down, you little (mumbles), hey, get down.
- [Stella] Get down on the ground.
- You need to get into shape, huh?
How you gonna run from the cops with a fat ass like that?
Okay, get your legs up, I mean how you gonna be
shootin' anyone when you're puffin' like that?
You never hit anything, you goose.
Now get on your knees.
- [Lawson] Dom.
- Yeah, I got it.
- Leon, get on the uniforms.
Tell 'em to bring some transport down here.
We've got five guys, one of 'em being Carlo Lavilla.
Tell 'em a big bullwagon'd be nice.
- Your move.
- Should I sack you as my lawyer?
- You can do whatever you want
with me, Bobby, you know that.
- So why'd you tell him?
You knew he'd come to get me.
- That's right.
- Carlo's now in custody and you're not.
Took a chance this guy knew what he was doing.
- Well, you took a chance with my life.
- But you're alive, Bobby.
- Yeah.
(laughs)
- Yeah, well you pulled that off.
- Hey, I'm a fine courier.
- You know I looked up the Great Wall.
- Oh yeah?
- You know what currency they used to bribe those guards?
Women.
- Well, there you go.
- Hey, I heard Bobby offered you a job.
You gonna take it?
- Maybe, it's better money.
- Yeah, alright see ya later.
Thanks, guys.
- Thanks, guys.
- Yeah, I wouldn't bet on it.
- Hey, let's go to breakfast.
There's this great place around the corner.
Oh ho ho, you'll love it, Mike.
- No, no breakfast.
- See you guys later.
- What's wrong with him?
He's sleepy all night.
- Go home, Dommy.
- I'd rather swim.
- Hm.
- Mm, swimming, come on, swim time.
- No, mm.
(sighs)
(light music)
- That was very impressive, Lawson, but don't you ever do
operational deals behind my back again.
- You see, any response to that ends in the word hypocrisy.
- Hey, I break the rules.
At least they're my rules to break.
- Well, you see I disagree.
They were your rules.
They're not anymore.
- Did you read the whole thing?
- The Hammond Report?
- Yeah.
- Yes, I read the whole thing.
See, it's one of the main reasons I'm doin' this.
- Well, you're full of surprises, aren't ya?
- Mm, and you constantly underestimate people.
- Well, I'm trailer trash, Lawson, let's face it.
It's how I get by.
I'm just some ratty little chick,
happens to have a PhD in criminology
and when I wrote that report,
I knew everything about policing.
Now I'm not so sure.
- So you write the Bible for tactical response
and then you go about breaking
every single one of its commandments.
- Well, I'm not God.
I'm still working on getting it right.
- What all by yourself, Kerry?
- Ah, not quite.
I've got you down as a work in progress.
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