Human Error (2024) s01e05 Episode Script

Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Grab the bag, kid!
Aah!
Oh, my God.
It's okay.
Tiffany!
Put the gun down!
Stop, Tiffany!
Stop!
Put the gun down!
Tiffany, stop!
Put the gun down now!
Tiffany, put the gun down!
Tiffany, put the gun down!
Aah!
Stop!
Bud!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
I'll get a crew out to look for her now.
Yeah, thanks.
Forensics here in five.
Can you give this to Rose?
And can you bag up Tiffany's phone,
but bring it back to HQ, will you?
Sure thing.
Is he okay?
He needs surgery.
Has he got anything to say for himself?
Not a single word.
Hi, Alan.
My name's Detective O'Rourke.
We're arresting you for attempted murder.
What?
No, it wasn't my fault.
Yeah, which bit, Alan?
This here today?
Or the murder of Sonia Matthews?
Just take him.
Gabe, can you make sure he's kept under guard at all times?
Okay, I'll, uh, have some uniforms
follow him to the hospital.
Good.
We're not gonna be able to question him for a while.
Okay, so maybe we introduce him to someone
who'll understand he's pretty, couldn't we?
Keep him company while he waits for surgery.
Hey.
Sounds like someone's had a big day.
You heard.
I reckon half the city's heard now, huh?
I reckon half the city's heard now, Hoss.
Okay, well, it didn't quite go as planned,
but I finally got my shooter in custody.
And the weapon he used to kill Sonia.
Except he's injured,
so I can't press him too hard at the moment.
He's gonna be in a hospital bed for a day or two at least.
Be great if I could get someone in there to work on him
while he's still fresh.
Maybe see if he wants to talk about who he's working for.
Hospital, eh?
It's a secure ward.
It's under guard.
And you reckon you can get me in there without blowing my cover?
Already underway.
I've organised a brief for you to read
before you go in, outline who he is,
information that I need.
Sure.
Could use a lie down.
Great.
That makes it official, though.
What?
You're my new handler.
Oh, finally.
See?
Dreams do come true.
I'm gonna send the information to you now.
The thing is,
I need you to be ready, like, immediately.
Yeah, point me at him.
Okay, and I'll organise a lift for you from here.
Okay.
You all good, though, otherwise?
I mean, you know,
apart from witnessing a daylight shooting and stuff.
Yeah, my dad, he's not coping with retirement very well.
My kid keeps talking about all this dark stuff,
which is kind of cute, but it's pretty worrying.
My husband just
Yeah, yeah.
You go and get your woman and I'll look after this guy.
Thanks.
Oh, yeah, I'm gonna need you to, uh,
look after my cat when I'm gone.
He likes a little bit of scrambled eggs on his kibble.
Yes, I will.
All right, see ya.
So, tenner, and I thought you could give me some smokes.
What do you reckon, bro?
Shut up.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, it's lovely to meet you, too.
Oh, arseholes.
Hey, I'm Ghost.
Alan.
Alan! Alan!
I like it.
I like it.
Very understated.
Shit, hey.
What a day.
What a day.
Where is she?
In self-defence.
So you have spoken to her?
How come you guys are right there anyway?
Following intel.
We warned you there was a chance you could be targeted.
So you used my wife as bait.
Two days ago, your wife insisted there was no reason
anyone would be trying to kill her.
Today she's out there firing a weapon in broad daylight.
What was I supposed to do?
You can talk to us, tell us what's going on,
not turn your wife into a vigilante.
Hey, it's my gun.
It's registered.
Two things to take in right now.
Whoever wants your wife dead isn't giving up.
So while she's out there on her own,
she is in danger.
Two, Sonia Matthews died in Tiffany's place.
If we can prove that you impeded the investigation
into the actual murder, we will charge you both
with perverting the course of justice.
We're the victims in all of this.
No, your wife is a fugitive.
I've issued a warrant for her arrest.
I have a whole tactical operations team on the job.
So if you care about her safety,
you will bring her into headquarters without delay.
No, we've not been flat-footed in our response.
Was this another execution-style shooting?
And that is speculation.
What's all this?
Kirsten sent them in.
She's approved the million-dollar reward
for any information on Sonia's murder.
Phones haven't stopped ringing.
No, we're talking.
Any word on Tiffany?
Nothing, but we've got taps on all their phones,
eyes on the house.
Okay, put a tail on Vince,
check every vehicle that leaves his depot.
She could be in the back of a truck.
All right, team, let's move it.
I'm sorry, no further questions at this time.
Thank you for coming.
Kirsten, thank you so much
for the extra crew and the reward.
Well, you can thank the Commissioner for that.
He's taking personal interest in the case.
God, he's changed his tune.
Yeah, well, he asked to see me
when news of your second daylight shooting broke,
and in an effort to explain our lack of progress,
I reminded him that you'd asked for extra resources
and a reward weeks ago,
but he denied them.
Right.
Of course, the Commissioner refused to accept
that it was his decision,
said that I'd neglected to make the level of criminality
clear to him in the first place.
What, he's blaming you?
Dylan's team's been seconded to you
for as long as you need them.
You're head of your own task force, Holly.
Okay, then I'd better put on your radar
that Gavin Butterfield's name
has been brought up again.
What?
Yeah, he was moonlighting as a driver
for the trucking company
owned by the real target of the hit,
Tiffany Minari.
Right.
And he sorted out a few of their problems along the way.
Okay, have you mentioned this to Dylan?
No.
Why not?
Because my undercover is checking
for a connection to our case,
and Dylan's evidence is all rock solid.
Right, so you're concerned
that you'll be undermining Dylan's case?
I need to be absolutely sure
you're looking at this through clear eyes, Holly.
I am.
All our evidence points to an unknown
Mr. Big Type figure that's got it in for Tiffany.
Okay, well, you've got all the resources you need now,
so find out who this is and wrap it up.
Listen, I, um,
I know that you're taking some heat from me,
and I want you to know that I appreciate that.
Sure, just don't make me regret it.
Just don't make me regret it.
Got to be 50 grand in this at least.
Huh?
Ah, cops busted my arm when they arrested me.
Yeah, I got a big payday coming.
What they do to you looks pretty nasty.
Oh.
No, police didn't do this.
Oh, that's a shame.
First time in custody, eh?
Yeah, don't worry, you're safe in here.
Yeah, it's not until they start moving you around the system
that's when you need to worry.
Yeah?
Yeah.
That's when you get a few eyes on you, you know?
All the inmates will start sizing you up,
see what you're good for.
I've got nothing left to give.
You married, you got kids?
What's the story?
Valentina's three, Mitch is two.
Oh, OK.
Yeah, you'd be surprised what you can come up with,
especially when some thug threatens to drop in
and visit them when you're still in the clink, you know?
All right, you're not helping, mate.
I was just saying, you might want to,
you might want to drop that poor me attitude.
I've already lost half my fucking hand.
Oh, it could be worse.
Oh, you reckon?
Well, guess that depends, doesn't it?
What'd the cops pull you in for?
Must have been something special.
Otherwise they wouldn't have left you in here with me, would they?
Why, what'd you do?
I didn't do anything.
There's been a lot of allegations thrown about.
Apparently about being a gun for hire.
Actually, pretty good timing, really.
Apparently there's some clown in custody at the moment
who's been stepping on my toes.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, he's been making a real mess of things.
Hitting the wrong target,
shooting a woman.
Actually, I can't wait to meet this useless prick.
She kept running.
Back out onto Leicester Road
and then she just disappears into Croxley Park.
I'm struggling to see where she went after that.
Well, she doesn't have a purse or a phone,
so she'd have to ask for help to make a call or get a lift.
Unless they already had a plan.
Some sort of pre-arranged meeting place
for when shit hits the fan.
Yeah, have a look into what they do in their downtime.
Might give us insight to where she go.
What do they do in their downtime?
Might give us insight to where she go.
No, I swear I wasn't trying to move in on you, ghost.
This isn't even what I do.
Yeah, well clearly.
How'd you even get the gig anyway?
I got money problems, all right?
Well, we've all got those, Alan.
See, that doesn't give you the right to come in
and take away my livelihood, does it?
No, look, the bank shut down me business.
OK, me house is on the line.
Me brother doesn't know it yet, but so is his
because of all the loans he signed off on.
I figured I'd just put one big down payment on all the loans
and buy meself another month, you know,
get the business back on track.
This was just a once-off, ghost, I swear.
What is it?
What was your fee?
180, 200, what?
50 grand.
50 grand?
Oh, man, I wouldn't even take a meeting for under 150.
Man, I'd be charging 200 for that kind of bullshit.
You ever even fired a handgun before?
Done some hunting.
Oh, you've done some hunting.
Mainly rifles.
I may have exaggerated my skills a bit.
Yeah, well, I guess you can always
renegotiate the terms of your agreement.
I don't think that's going to happen.
Well, if they want you to keep your mouth shut,
they need to up your fee.
I just want them to leave my family alone.
I could be your agent.
No, seriously, who are you dealing with?
I might know him.
Oh, Jesus.
Don't tell me it was that cop that got exploited.
I don't know anything about any cop.
Are you sure?
Mate, because if word gets around
No, seriously, I just don't know anything about any cops.
Oi, killing a woman is one thing.
It is a whole other shitstorm
if you're working with the pigs, clean or dirty.
No.
Mate, look.
No.
There is no cop involved.
All right?
All right?
You say so.
Yeah, I say so.
I'm sure she's on her way.
Hi, sorry.
Miss O'Rourke, please take a seat.
Yeah.
Are you all right?
As I was saying, Alice and Emily
appeared to have had a disagreement,
which turned physical.
I was trying to help her.
Emily's lip was left bloody.
I was just trying to talk to her.
Alice, don't interrupt, please.
I'm sorry, can I, um
I'd just like to hear my daughter's version of events.
So would I.
It's all right, sweetheart, take your time.
I was telling Emily she should just admit
it was her doing that stuff in the gym.
We all know her anyway.
Okay, continue what you're saying.
She pushed me really hard and I fell,
so I did what I had to do.
Okay.
Thank you for being honest.
Alice, do you want to wait outside in the yard
for us, please?
Um, Julia, things have been a little, uh
unstable at home lately.
Holly and I have separated.
Oh, goodness.
I am sorry.
And that explains a lot.
Look, let me say, we're not unfamiliar
with family separations.
But I'm sure you'll agree it's not an excuse.
Can you please have a word with your father
about those gory fairy tales he tells her about his work?
It's getting out of hand.
I know, I agree, I will have a word with him.
And you are right.
She is worried about us.
She is worried about what's happening.
So, um, Nicky gave me the number of a marriage counsellor.
It's a bit late for that, isn't it?
Oh, please Luke, don't say that.
I just, I think that if we see someone outside of this,
they might be able to help us.
Holly, please, that's not us.
Please, that's not us.
Besides, you've made your decision,
and I've made mine.
I want a divorce.
Okay.
Well,
this isn't really the place to discuss that.
Okay.
See you, kiddo.
Look after your mum for me, alright?
Can I call you later?
Anytime.
And, uh, we'll go to the beach on Saturday, alright?
Okay.
Help!
Help!
Get out!
Get the guards!
Oh, shit!
Get me out!
Hello.
Finally got my nose job.
What do you reckon?
Pretty handsome bastard, eh?
Guard left his post for a moment.
The attacker got away from him,
but uniforms are on him.
Ah, just leave it.
I got out of there with me cover intact,
that's all that matters.
Yeah, well, I'm starting to think your cover
means more to you than your life.
Look, these people know what they're doing
if they can get into a secure hospital ward.
They're after him, not me.
Yeah, they're trying to shut him up.
Your friend Alan,
he's scared shitless.
He's about to lose it all.
His family's getting threatened.
No, you don't commit murder
to get yourself out of trouble.
Yeah, you wouldn't.
Did you get anything useful from him?
I put, um,
Butterfield's name out there,
but, um,
he didn't take to that at all.
Okay.
But,
he gave me a name.
And we know her.
She gave us Ricky the gun trader.
Camille Burney.
He said she handled the payment for the job.
Oh, come on in then.
Do I look as though I've got 50 grand to spare
or live on a pension?
Tell us about Alan.
Alan who?
The guy you paid 50 grand to.
I didn't pay any money to anybody.
Excuse me.
There you go, Wilson.
Pet cam?
Yep.
Lets me keep an eye on the old thing
when I'm not here.
I was looking at one of those for Raquel.
Raquel?
Raquel Wench.
My cavoodle.
Oh, how old?
Twelve weeks.
Oh, cute.
Yeah.
She's a nightmare though.
Put a hole in our couch the other day.
Shit.
Here's the thing.
Alan indicated that you organised money for him
to cover a hit on a woman.
I don't know anything about that.
And I don't know any Alan.
Why would he say it then?
I don't know.
Maybe he saw me in the street
and developed a little crush.
Come on, Camille.
We're talking about a murder here.
Do you honestly think that I'd let you lot in here
if I was involved in a murder?
I'm not stupid.
Well, maybe you're indirectly involved.
And maybe you made a payment,
you don't know what it was for.
Maybe you just forgot.
You can check my bank accounts.
Last big thing that I spent any money on
in the last six months
was a new motor for that thing.
She's right.
Her only large payment out of her bank accounts
in the last few months
is $1500 for a fit and go.
The last few months is $1500
for a fit and replace on the scooter motor.
But we checked with Immigration
and they have a record of her flying
from Melbourne to Bangkok
onto Koh Samui three months ago.
Stayed in a five-star resort.
That'd be nice.
It was very.
600 bucks a night.
How long was she there?
A month.
Hotel says she paid for everything in cash.
So she has a second source of income.
Just trying to work out where it comes from.
What about our fugitive and her hubby?
Their tale followed Vince home from the depot last night.
He stayed in from about 7pm.
Still no sign of Tiff.
Right.
So your wife doesn't come home
after being shot at by a paid hitman
and you're just hanging out watching telly?
Hey Gabe.
How are you finding it here at Homicide?
Great.
I mean, I love it.
But what do you guys think?
Am I doing okay?
Well
You're a natural.
Shall we make a permanent?
Can we?
Yes, we can.
I'll forward you the paperwork.
There's a few things to sign yet,
but welcome aboard.
Congratulations.
Congrats.
Thanks.
Um, so how's it going?
We've got the guy in custody.
Wow.
Major?
Yeah.
Aren't you happy?
You guys have been after him for ages.
We still don't know what it's about though,
and um,
the real target has done a run around,
so I might be here for a while.
What?
Nothing.
Um, sis,
do you sound like a real detective now?
I am a real detective.
Well, I mean,
not officially.
Not officially?
I don't know.
I love it.
Uh, hey,
I need to get back to it.
Yeah, no.
So this is just like a casual barbecue,
you know, my
Um,
can you maybe bring flowers?
Just like my mum.
Okay, cool.
Bye.
Hello,
Phillip Bay Leisure Cruises.
Hello.
Hello.
So I had a look at all the photos on Tiffany's phone,
Yep.
They went on one of those booze cruises about six months ago.
It was literally my worst nightmare.
Yeah, well, long story short,
one of their mates owns the boat.
I don't think you'd get far on one of those.
No, you wouldn't,
but the guy also has a luxury yacht
that he leases out for a hundred thousand a week.
And apparently,
it's just sitting at the berth at the moment.
Oh, in the middle of summer.
This is it here.
This is it here.
Jared.
Hey, Tim!
Okay, can you sit down, please, Tiffany?
I'm going to divorce that bastard.
Okay.
We can talk about that.
Can you please sit down, Tiffany?
Why would someone want to kill Tiffany?
Okay, well, here's the thing.
We had a container go missing.
Do you mean stolen?
He lost it.
You mean your husband Vince did?
And what was in it?
Don't know.
Vince manages the trucks.
I look after my son.
Did you call the police?
Tiff was worried about what it'd do to our reputation,
so we didn't report it.
But you're suggesting that this particular container
is behind the murder of one woman
and a second attempt on your own life.
You didn't think to ask what was in it?
The invoice said furniture,
but I didn't see inside.
Someone must have checked.
Unless you can tell us who it belongs to
and where it is exactly.
I told you I don't know.
Well, what is in it?
Paperwork was misplaced.
Lost container, lost tracker, lost paperwork.
Running a tight business, huh, Vince?
So have you just concocted this story
with your husband to get us off your back?
Are you kidding me?
I nearly got shot.
Yeah?
And then you hopped on a boat
and had a glass of champagne.
Truthfully, Tiff's a hothead at times.
So this container thing might just be a coincidence.
Sounds like you're hedging your bets now, Vince.
Why would I do that?
Maybe you want us to investigate the container
without having to say too much.
You realise you're being charged, Tiffany.
You are going to face jail time.
This is bullshit!
Put the chair down!
You nearly got me killed!
I'm going to shoot the lot of you!
Okay, we need to locate that container.
Is there anything in the phone records
that mentions one?
Or anything that refers to moving cargo around?
Not specifically,
but there's a text on Tiffany's phone
from someone called Snowy sent just after the shooting.
Son's still got it.
Can return.
Yeah, here's the thing.
So I called Snowy.
He's their mechanic.
But they didn't lose it.
What?
Yeah, he said Vince gave it to him.
It was his mechanic's birthday.
Told him to pick any container off the yard
and take it home.
Why?
Apparently it's a painters and dockers tradition.
He wouldn't say what was in it either.
But do they still have the container?
Yes.
Son rents the property and diggers rest.
Guy, with me.
All right, you guys,
head around the back.
Hannah, Warren, let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Police!
Police!
Don't move!
Heads up!
Stay where you are!
Where's the container?
Where's the container?
Down the back.
Can someone get me some ball cutters?
OK, open it.
Whoa.
It's just a car?
That's a walking shore.
I'll have someone on standby, thanks.
Property are on their way to take it into evidence.
There's nothing in it.
It's just literally a car.
Could everyone stop saying that?
Fine.
Boganmobile.
It's a collector's item.
There were only 750 of them released in 1988.
The last one on the market sold about three years ago
for $340,000 and it had 100,000 kilometres on it.
This is pristine.
There's only 15 k's on the clock.
But it's just a Holden Commodore.
It's worth half a million to the right buyer at least.
It's basically a Bogan Lamborghini.
OK.
And how'd you go?
Did you find anything else?
We checked the sheds and the garage.
The only illicit item on the property is a bag of weed.
And the crew in there, did they say anything?
Well, they asked us if we could do a mackers run for them
and pick up some ciggies while we're at it.
Thanks.
It was last registered in Brisbane two years ago.
I spoke to the guy who owned it.
He said he hit financial trouble so sold it onto a car broker
who then went out of business soon after.
I managed to track the broker down too,
but he claims that he never owned the vehicle,
hates Holdens, wouldn't be seen dead, blah, blah.
But what are you saying we can't find a current owner anywhere?
Cars of this value and vintage, they sit in sheds for years.
And if you did own one, you'd probably want to keep it under wraps.
In case some Bogan tries to pinch it.
OK, maybe it's payment for something, part of a deal.
Or someone just really wants a walk inshore?
I refuse to believe that someone's paid that drip, Alan,
to murder a woman and nearly kill another because,
what, some idiot is pissed off about a missing car?
Hey, Dylan.
Oh, hey.
Thanks.
Yeah, so how are my people doing?
Yep, they're great.
Thank you for the loan.
It's all right.
Hey, we've uncovered an unregistered car.
It's a 1988 Group A SS.
Dyson Walkinshaw.
Nice.
Yeah.
Can you point me to any cases that might involve using vehicles as payment?
Or, you know, someone who might be into that kind of thing?
Well, most of the young guns like their Lambos.
The older blokes are into their M3s, so.
What about collectors?
Yeah, there was.
There was a bloke arrested in May.
Oh, yeah?
With 27 cars stored in some specially outfitted garage.
Outfitted garage, yeah.
And what did he get charged for?
Trafficking.
It was this huge operation.
He'd transform this old firehouse into a meth lab.
It was insane.
Where was this?
Massachusetts, I think.
Is that what you do in your downtime?
You're just looking up international crime?
Yeah.
I need some sort of distraction.
Yeah.
I've also been looking at houses.
Ah.
And I, it might sound very romantic, girls, but we do need a strategy.
Especially now you've got the Commissioner's eyes on you.
Let's just give it a shot.
What?
If I were you, I'd make it a public announcement.
About the car.
Oh.
About the car.
Because the blokes I deal with like to outdo each other.
So the idea of one of them getting their hands on a car that's not meant for them,
maybe meant for one of their competitors, that, that would be appealing.
Thanks, yeah.
Just don't mention it's part of a murder investigation or they won't come near you.
Yeah, thanks for that suggestion.
Ah.
What?
Have you taken it for a spin yet, Detective Kidd?
No.
No, I wish.
Is this vehicle linked to a particular crime currently under investigation?
It was found hidden on a property about 40 minutes out of town.
Is that a no?
Are we asking for the owner or anyone who believes that they are?
Yesterday, a reward of $1 million was offered for information
to the murder of Sonia Matthews after a second woman was attacked.
Yes, that's right.
Is this car related to that case?
Is there a new gangland war unfolding on the streets of Melbourne using women as targets?
Look, what I can say
Tell you what.
You sit behind the wheel and I'll make your car the lead story in tonight's bulletin.
Oh, you go first.
Yes, you're good, you're good.
Huh?
Narrator, the journo.
Oh, I didn't say anything about the car being involved in a murder investigation.
Still not a good look.
Holly literally just made you a permanent member of our team.
First thing you do is go get your head on TV.
Okay.
Fine.
Is there anything else you're annoyed about?
No, I'm not annoyed.
You're not annoyed?
Is it because you didn't get to come to the raid?
Hey, look, I get it.
I was stuck behind the desk for a while too.
For the shortest amount of time in the history of all you detectives.
Right.
It's just because you're really good at intel that it gets left to you.
That's condescending.
Maybe.
It's also true.
But why does being good at something limit my opportunities?
I don't know.
Maybe I should speak to Holly.
Yeah.
Get him there.
Says he.
He's never had to ask for anything.
Hey, do you think they'll actually run that footage?
Yeah.
If anyone at home recognises the vehicle
or has any information about its whereabouts in the past few months,
please call Crime Stoppers.
This is a super impressive car.
Have you heard the latest?
Yeah, just watching you, young bloke, on the news.
It's kind of costing a slab or two.
No, that's not what I'm talking about.
Alice headbutted Emily Watkins.
She was being bullied.
She needs to stand up for herself.
So what?
You taught her how to headbutt someone?
Yeah.
Oh.
Look,
I have spent my entire life surrounded
by tough, relentless people.
And it's made me realise I don't want that.
And I don't want that for Alice.
So,
maybe we can try,
I don't know, let's try a bit of tenderness.
Because I do want her to know what that feels like.
I want her to know what it's like to let people in, Dad.
Let them feel your heart.
That's exactly how you got into that mess with Dylan.
Yeah, maybe.
And all this talk about tenderness.
Do you know how much you hurt Luke?
Oh, you'll be pleased to know that he's mentioned divorce.
Why would I be pleased about that?
Because you seem to be taking his side.
It's rubbish.
It's just rubbish.
Is that what you want?
You tried apologising?
How does that sound, Dad?
God, how do I do that?
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I love you too.
I love you too.
I love you too.
I love you.
I love you too.
What are you doing up here? You should be downstairs in bed.
I have a question. Yeah?
Are you ready for a really big bedtime cuddle?
Jarrod? Twelve claims on the car already.
Really? One in particular might interest you.
Okay, go on. A Perth charity reached out,
said the car was bought anonymously at a silent auction for a large sum of money.
The cash was directly donated to a war veterans fund.
Does it connect back to anyone on our radar?
The 500,000 was transferred from a betting account at a St. Albans pokey palace.
That's where Keith meets a lot. Yep.
And when we accessed the account, there was also a transfer of 50 grand around the time of Sonia's murder.
So she paid for the car and the hit.
Camille? It's the police.
Camille?
Camille?
Rolling.
Camille?
Camille?
Camille?
Camille?