Rescue Special Ops (2009) s01e13 Episode Script

MICHELLE: Insert the key, tap in the password, which we will change every week Just what we need in an emergency.
VINCE: This nutter's already spied on us, almost drowned Chase, could have killed Hamish's bride-to-be TO Y: Yep, I'll drink to that.
SONG: # Mmm, mmm, mmm Real dark and dirty Gonna get a little dirty, yeah I'm gonna get a little Dirty, yeah Gonna get a little dirty.
MAN: Yo, Frank.
Hey, how are they hangin', mate? You tell me, mate.
I haven't seen 'em for years.
I keep tellin' ya.
That stuff'll be the death of ya.
Ha! At least I won't die hungry.
(GROANS) (LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) (SCREAMS) (TYRES SCREECH) (CRUNCH!) (CRIES OUT) Huh! 28 to 12.
Two points to victory.
You sure you don't want to throw in the towel? Save yourself a bit of embarrassment? Keep talking.
I'm just timing my run here.
Yeah, sure.
- What are you doing? - Yeah, your timing sucks.
Working.
What are you doing? Getting his arse handed to him on a plate.
Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting married today? Yeah, but not until this afternoon.
So, what? You just thought you'd put in a full day's work first? Hamish has got meetings all morning.
What else am I supposed to do? Gee, I don't know, Lara.
What do normal people do on the most important day of their life? Since when did you become a romantic? I wouldn't say that I'm a romantic.
I just think, at the very least, it's got to be worth an RDO.
Where are you going? The whole reason why we're doing it at a registry is to avoid all the hoopla.
No fuss, no frills.
In and out in five minutes.
- Sounds like my sex life.
- (LAUGHS) - What are you doing here? - This is where I work.
MVA, three vehicles.
Banks Street, Abbotsford.
It's a code 9.
Persons trapped.
- We need all hands on deck.
- We're on it.
Aren't you on light duties and aren't you getting married today? My ankle's fine, and I'm not getting married till 3:30.
Right.
We got a big old code 9 MVA involving a fuel tank The dreaded thin blue line.
You can't tell anybody.
(SIREN WAILS) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) MAN: We need to get that fuel (MULTIPLE SIRENS OVERLAP) Hey.
Who's in charge? Gallagher, we've got to stop running into each other like this.
Alright, what have we got? We've got four trapped.
Both are truck drivers.
One's a red impalement injury, the other one's an orange.
- Right, what's with the car? - Both orange.
It's an illegal hybrid conversion.
Homemade.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Go figure.
But it is unfortunately very live, as one of my boys found out the hard way.
Lara, we'll take the impalement in the truck.
Lara, didn't expect to see you today.
- Wedding's not till this afternoon.
- Right, and you heard I was here.
- Where's the power source? - In the boot.
Just crushed by a tanker, leaking diesel.
We'll take care of it.
You guys need to get to that battery set-up.
Jordan, get the modiewark onto this fuel tanker now.
I wanna see if this current's spreading.
Already onto it, mate.
If it was my wedding day, I certainly wouldn't be here.
- Yeah, I'd be in Bali.
- Really? Beach wedding's my dream too.
You want to be my fallback guy? What's a fallback guy? Someone I'll marry if I'm still single at 30.
Yeah, alright.
Deal.
Hey, hey, I wanna use the soil bags from the back of that truck to dam up all this diesel.
No, that's not dirt.
It's ammonium nitrate.
Fertiliser.
Give us some nice fireworks for your big day.
You know, it's not too late to pull out.
I am still on the market.
Alright, Vince, this is a major incident now.
The car is electrified and the tanker is leaking diesel.
Let the boss know we've got a gaggle of media here as well.
Yeah, Deano, I'm mobilising everyone.
I've diverted logistics to Central Ops.
I'm going to the site myself to get an eyes-on.
Out.
(SIREN WAILS) Hey, I can take this one.
Deal with the press, all that.
Vince, I'm pregnant, not disabled.
When are you going to tell Johnson? Got to get my own head around it first.
(STARTS ENGINE) (ELECTRICAL ZAP) JORDAN: Power's leaking through to the tanker.
WOMAN: So much for being eco-friendly.
First it was LPG, then it was vegetable oil then you just had to have an electric bloody car.
So this is my fault? I told you not to overtake that truck.
Guys, I need you to stay calm for me, OK? Jordan, we need to get to the boot.
Use the modiewark to unplug the battery.
- Slight problem with access.
- Airbags to roll it off? Electricity's running where we need to put them.
Too risky.
Guys, we're going to get you out of here.
I just need you to stay calm.
His left leg's jammed.
We're going to have to do a dash.
We need cutters, spreaders and a ram.
Popping the door off, go through and spread the dash apart.
And don't forget a safety shirt, alright? MAN: Just get me out of here! Alright, a recip saw will get through this.
You want to grab it? - Lara, how are you doing over there? - Combine bandages secure.
- Sir, can you hear me? - I think his name's Frank.
Frank, my name's Lara.
Can you talk to me? How's he doing? BP's 100.
Pulse 130.
Respiratory rate's pretty low.
Giving him 10 of Maxolon.
Good, good.
I'll grab the patient shields.
I'm going to cut through this bar now.
(PULSES RECIPROCATING SAW) Now, I'm going to use this insulated combi tool to cut through the door.
Once you're clear to jump out, I'll let you know, alright? (TURNS ON MACHINE) - Are you married? - Uh, no.
- Got a boyfriend? - No.
She's got a fallback guy.
Does that count? Whatever you do, don't marry a greenie.
He thinks if we all drive hybrids, the poles will freeze again and the ozone layer will magically close up.
I just want to emit a little less greenhouse gas in my life.
- And get us blown up in the process.
- OK, Bree.
No-one is going to get blown up today, alright, guys? It would really stuff up your carbon footprint, wouldn't it, honey? OK, protective shield's in place.
Frank, you've been in an accident, alright? I'm just going to take this off and we're going to cut you out of here.
It's going to be alright.
Can you get a grip up here? Nice and tight.
That's it.
How's Jake's form, huh? Hitting on you on your wedding day? The guy's a tool.
Right.
Nice, tight grip.
Here we go.
(STARTS SAWING) OK, go.
Spine board in here.
Alright, Frank.
I'm just going to pop this on you.
OK? Get you out of here soon.
(METAL CLATTERS) (GASPS) - Come on.
- (GROANS) Just move this leg.
Yeah, I'm alright.
I'm alright.
I want to check my load.
Bloody mongrel fuel tanker driver better be insured.
Learner drivers! This truck's my livelihood.
That's it.
Keep pressure on this.
Keep his pole nice and stable, OK? Fluid's up.
Get this heart monitor hooked back on.
(MOBILE PHONE BLEEPS) We'll get you out of here.
Dean, check this out.
Driver! MAN: Quick! (SHOUTING VOICES OVERLAP) Take over.
- Didn't you stabilise the tray? - He jumped on.
His weight tipped it.
- That's ammonium bloody nitrate.
- Yeah, and diesel.
- If that electric current sparks - Hey, hey! I thought your boys were shoring up that leak.
Get the hose lines onto these vehicles now.
Jordan, we need to shift this tanker.
Current's right where we need to get under, mate.
OK, Steve, what I need you to do is crouch in the doorway and launch out but do not touch the ground until you're clear of the car, or you'll earth the current.
But Bree's still stuck.
- You go.
Save yourself.
- I'm not leaving you.
- I need you to jump out of the car.
- I'm not leaving Bree.
We're here.
Deano, what's going on? We've got an ammonium nitrate diesel mix there.
This tanker's electrified.
Airbags aren't going to budge it.
Too heavy for the gantry.
- We need a crane.
- Yeah, right.
- Where are we going to get one? - There.
Yeah, the crane is owned by Gillespies.
Tell the premier that's ANFO.
Ammonium nitrate fertiliser mixed with diesel fuel, the kind of explosive mix favoured by terrorists.
I understand that, Mr Premier.
- Keep the modiewark on that tanker.
- Will do.
Tell me the instant the current's clear.
I'll talk to him personally, but right now we've got bigger problems.
CHASE: He lost his methoxy.
Hey, mate, you got a methoxy? Methoxyflurane? Bloody green whistle, mate.
Come on! (IMPATIENTLY) Thank you.
(VEHICLE BEEPS IN REVERSE GEAR) Bring her up, mate.
HEIDl: Alright.
Just hang in there.
I'll just step away from the car.
VINCE: Get it up! Another foot.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
That's it, that's it.
Go in, boys go, go, go! VINCE: Deano, let's move it, mate.
That crane's not gonna hold it.
Alright, we're clear! OK, Steve, I need you to hop out of the car.
I'm gonna help Bree.
Take your time, mind your head.
That's it.
LARA: Male, about 40.
BP 140.
The pole doesn't seem to have impaled anything too vital.
Semi-conscious.
Respiratory rate's low.
- Heya.
You're gonna be OK, Frank.
- (FRANK MURMURS) - What did you say? - Baby Hold up, guys.
I hit the baby in the pram.
Look after him.
HAZMAT Response Unit's on their way.
They ordered the whole area cleared.
All my guys are out.
There's a baby under the tanker.
- What?! - The driver hit a pram.
- There's no baby under that tanker! - How do you know? Have you looked? VINCE: Chase, crane! Gallagher, they've just ordered the area cleared! If there is a baby under there, it's dead.
HEIDl: All clear.
MICHELLE: There's nothing here.
VINCE: Not here.
Lara, there's nothing down this end.
There's nothing here.
Wait.
(BABY CRIES NEARBY) - Listen.
Listen.
(BABY CRIES) - Guys! Down this end! (GRUNTS) (BABY CRIES LOUDLY) - Come on, Dean.
Come on.
- I need more space! - Chase, raise her up.
Up, up, up.
- Do it.
Raise it up.
- The crane's only rated to 20 tonne.
- There's at least 30 tonne on it.
DEAN: Need more space! Move it, Deano.
This crane's not gonna hold it.
I can't reach it.
(GRUNTS) OK, OK.
Raise her up! - That's it.
(BABY CRIES) (CRANE MOTOR WHIRRS) (METAL RUMBLES) Ah, the crane's not gonna hold! (YELLS) MICHELLE: Get it up! VINCE: Up, up! Dean.
Dean! (DEAN AND LARA GRUNT REPEATEDLY) - We can get it out.
Come on! - Get it up! - One, two - Get it up! (PANTS BREATHLESSLY) OK.
Is it alright? Is the baby alright? (CRYING) - Oh, for God's sake.
Oh, you're kidding.
It's a doll.
- It's a bloody doll.
(CRYING DISTORTS) (METAL RUMBLES) - It's tearing! It's tearing! Come on! - Go, go, go! Clear the area! Clear it! Get 'em back! Get 'em back at least 500 metres! Come on! Get 'em back, get 'em back, get 'em back! Come on, guys! Back up.
Come on.
MICHELLE: OK, get everybody back.
Set up a 500-metre hot zone.
We're talking at least a couple of tonne of ammonium nitrate.
Your priority should've been plugging up that leak.
You wanna talk to me about priority? You flout everyone's authority, create a near-ANFO bomb down there! But don't worry, you saved Barbie! Wouldn't be an ANFO bomb if you plugged the leak up You blokes stop bitchin'! Let's deal with the situation.
Deano, get that gear off.
Someone lights a match, you'll go up like the Harbour Bridge on NYE.
- Don't give me any ideas.
- Righto.
The power grid's down.
The immediate ignition risk has been dealt with.
I've got a half-dozen ambos on the perimeter standing by.
Keep spraying that Sphag Sorb.
HAZMAT's gonna need all those wrecks removed in order to access the area.
We can't move anything until we do at least a half-kilometre evacuation.
I'll coordinate that with the cops.
What's this stuff's flammability risk? (PHONE BEEPS) Michelle? I got a couple of weird messages this morning.
And this just came through.
What makes you think this is linked to your recent security issues and not just some sick prank? - Why send me the video? - It's not your guy's MO.
The incidents have been escalating.
Whoever did this couldn't have known it'd bring Rescue out.
Maybe he just wanted to cause an accident.
Having us here is like a bonus.
HAZMAT want to evacuate up to half a k.
We wanna make the northern perimeter Baker, Milson on the east, Stillwell south, Cross Street on the west side.
Those streets are full of houses and factories.
It's gonna take time and manpower.
I'll rope in cops, firies, us guys as well.
Um maybe you should go back to HQ.
Well, if this guy that's targeting us has caused all this, he's gonna be somewhere close by you know, admiring his handiwork.
Makes the situation unpredictable.
So? - In your condition - Oh, Vince! Just let it go, will you? - Coordinate the evac.
- Yep.
- Go on.
- (GRUNTS) (CLEARS THROAT) - What's wrong? - Nothing.
I wanna talk to you about something a bit later.
Alright? Well, we need to organise a canvass of the area.
See if anyone saw anything.
This way, quickly.
Back this way, folks! Quick, quick, quick! We need you down the end (ON RADIO) Heidi, this is Vince.
HAZMAT need an ETA on the evac.
Over.
Yeah, Vince, we're running into a few hiccups.
Stand by for that.
Ma'am, I appreciate you're trying to run a business, but this is an emergency.
WOMAN: I'm sorry, but I can't clear out at the drop of a hat.
What seems to be the problem, Heidi? Some of this lady's clients are in the middle of their, um transactions.
- Transactions? - Think it's a brothel, mate.
I guarantee total customer satisfaction.
Yeah, look, that's really admirable.
But coitus interruptus is gonna have a whole new meaning if that bomb goes off, do you understand me? Fine.
But you can tell them.
- I can tell them.
- It's alright.
I can do it.
- Mate, I'll tell 'em.
- No, it's alright.
I'II Boys! I will go.
You go clear the senior centre.
Thanks.
Hey.
Got any saline dressing in your kit? Just gotta tape up my ankle, stop the bleeding.
Yeah sure.
Thanks.
Just this way, please.
Just this way, thanks.
- (GRUNTS) - (LAUGHS) That's the best offer you've had in a while.
Just this way, thanks.
- Unlike you.
- What? The Heidi thing.
You know? Fallen back thing.
Oh.
Well, she obviously fancies me.
Right through here, thanks.
Pretty sure she was taking the piss, mate.
Well, that's the last of them.
It could be a sympathy thing 'cause, to be honest, I kinda feel sorry for you.
Man, if you're so hot for Heidi, why don't you just tell her? I'm not so hot for Heidi.
Probably for the best.
She has excellent taste in guys.
Heidi, this is Chase.
The senior centre's clear.
You're the only one holding us up.
Yeah, it's just taking a little bit longer than I anticipated.
Like I said, sir, I'm really sorry you had to cut it short.
You should apologise to her, not me.
You have tickets on yourself, mate.
(LAUGHS) This is where you judge me, then, is it? Oh, hey, look, I'm all into freedom of sexual expression.
If this is what you have to do to get your rocks off, then power to you, sweetheart.
I should get you to make it up to me, huh? Matter of fact, here, take my card.
I'll do you a good deal.
Deal? (SIGHS) Need a hand? Nah, should be OK.
Here you go.
I'll take it from here.
So the evac's complete.
Vince wants us to give the firies a hand.
Clearin' the wrecks.
Sooner we can do that, sooner HAZMAT can come in for the mop-up.
Sooner we can get out of here.
Who'd have thought you'd spend today like this, huh? Saving your arse.
(LAUGHS) I bet Hamish'd be pissed if he knew.
You got tape? You know, some people could be forgiven for thinking that you don't want to get married today, thinking you'd rather put yourself in hospital than walk down the aisle.
There's no aisle in a registry office.
There you go.
Now you're indestructible again.
Gonna have to leave the tanker on the road.
Yeah.
There's still plenty of fuel in it.
Moving something that size, easy enough to get a spark off the road booshka! Score yourself an invite? None of us did.
They're doing it at the registry office.
Thought you would've been the maid of honour.
I always thought you guys had some sort of, you know, 'thing' brewing.
Well, you thought wrong.
Choice between you and a fancy lawyer see why she went the other way.
We're just mates, Jake.
It's all we've ever been.
It's all you'll ever be.
It's a pity.
She's a pretty hot totty.
Ring on that finger, gonna be twice as hard to get your end in.
Relax, mate.
Just jokes.
Alright? I'll be leaving here soon.
In about 10 minutes.
We're almost done here.
Babe, I'm not gonna be late for my own wedding.
Nah, I'll shower at HQ.
Get changed there.
I'm not getting cold feet.
I had no choice.
They needed all hands on deck for this one.
Of course I love you.
Alright, I'll see you at 3:15.
Bye.
Oh, that takes the prize! You're never living this down.
Hey, guys, Heidi scored a date with a cut-price gigolo.
- What?! Show me! HEIDl: Shut up! At least I didn't get hit on by my grandma.
- Have you seen Jordan's gran? - Yeah, she's one hot Polish babka.
Serious? Sorry to break up the party.
Lara, we have the situation under control now.
You can go.
The rest of us need to clear this gear and provide HAZMAT with back-up.
Sure you don't need a hand packing up? - We can handle it.
Take Vince's car.
- I don't mind.
Haven't you got something else you should be doing? Go on.
Get going.
Give you a chance to get in the shower first.
- We'll be right behind you, alright? - OK.
- Bye.
- Have fun, Lara.
See ya.
Alright, let's get this gear put away.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Don't marry Hamish.
Why not? Uh he's too good for you.
What? I gotta go, Dean.
(STARTS ENGINE) (SIGHS) CHASE: Deano! Gotta see this.
I was emailing Head Office and this screen just popped up.
Definitely a live stream.
That's not a TV camera.
Could it be a news website? Pixelation's lousy.
Could've been shot from a mobile phone.
- Someone's hacked into our network.
- Where's it coming from, then? It's coming from that direction.
Somewhere down there.
Go, go! Michelle, are we getting any warmer? Yeah, Vince, that's it.
A bit more to the left.
No Sorry, not your left.
My left, your right.
- Hey! You! - Go, go, go! That's it.
That's him.
Go, go, go! Michelle, he's headed your way! (MICHELLE YELLS, SCREAMS) - Michelle, are you alright? - I've got her.
Go! Go! - Hey.
Just stay there.
- (SIGHS) Stay still, stay still.
(TYRES SCREECH) OK.
On his side.
Right, roll him back.
Roll him back.
Major laceration at the rear of the head.
Chase, get a trauma pad on this.
Lots of pressure.
- Fractured left wrist.
- Fractured right wrist here as well.
- Heidi, splint these up for me.
- Yep.
Fractured femur.
I'll cannulate him, get the Hartmann's in.
Give him 10 of Maxolon.
Mate, if you can hear me, I want you to squeeze my hand for me, OK? I'm getting nothing.
I'm gonna push gently down on your chest.
If you feel any pain, just let me know.
- How's Michelle? - I don't know.
It's slightly rigid.
Query internal bleed.
- Hang on, he's coming round.
- (COUGHS) - Hold still, hold still.
- Calm down, mate.
You've been in a bit of a scrape.
What's he said? Nothing.
He's just regained consciousness.
He got any I.
D.
On him? Anyone recognise him? - Where's his phone? - (KID GROANS INDISTINCTLY) Take it easy, OK? Stay nice and still for me.
- Can I get a spine board, please? - Yep.
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - What did he say? - He's saying it's not his phone.
So whose phone is it? - Mate, if it's not your phone - Keep your head still.
whose phone is it? - Ambo - Chase paid me! What ambo? - What did he pay you for? - To video.
His phone.
(GRUNTS) An ambo paid you to take a video with his phone? OK, stay nice and still for me, OK? Gonna get you off to hospital.
Can I get that spine board in here, please? We've got a male roughly aged 20 years of age.
- Loss of consciousness at scene.
- (GROANS) Head lacerations I'm gonna need a couple of you guys to take him in the ambulance.
- You want us to take him? - Trust me on this, Jordie.
BP's 100, pulse rate's 140.
We've got Hartmann's running, we've given him 10 of Maxolon.
You good? Hang on.
I need you to stay put.
If it's true, there's a dozen ambos I gotta question.
He's one of them.
What if it's bullshit? What if it's bullshit? What if it's not? You ride with them, keep an eye on him and I'll call for back-up.
Heidi, Jordan, ride with the ambulance.
Radio Dispatch on the way, let 'em know what's happening.
- What's going on? - I need to ask you some questions.
- You OK? - Yeah.
Bruised my hip.
That's all.
I really think you should go to the hospital, Michelle.
I'm fine, Vince.
Why did Jordan and Heidi take off in the ambulance? The guy said that some ambo paid him to take the video.
What? Yeah, Johnson's grilling all the ambos on site.
(MICHELLE GROANS) Michelle, you gotta get that looked at, alright? Hey, Vince, quit faffing over the boss, alright? (PHONE RINGS) Michelle LeTourneau.
Heidi, slow Slow down, Heidi! He's saying that he took a photograph of the ambo that paid him to take the video.
- Yeah, with the dude's phone.
- With the ambo's phone.
- Where's the phone now? - Detective Johnson has got it.
I can't get photos up on this thing.
Give me that, Einstein.
Here y'are.
It takes a smidge of technical know-how.
There you go last photo taken.
Well, he doesn't look familiar.
Wait, I know that guy.
He was here before.
I know his face.
I know that guy's face.
Where from? Rick Jones! You know that dipstick I threw out of the station? Get out! He's the nutter.
The nutter obsessed with Lara.
Oh, shit! I'm gonna get a patrol car to HQ just in case.
(STARTS ENGINE) (BEEPING) (PHONE RINGS) (TYRES SCREECH AND SIREN WAILS) (PHONE RINGS) - Lara.
- It's Michelle.
Police are cordoning off the whole evac area to conduct a full search.
If Rick Jones is still hanging around, they will find him.
- I can't get through to Lara.
- Yeah, I've tried to call her too.
But, look, she's probably just under the shower, alright? Johnson's sending a patrol car back there.
- What's your ETA? - About 15 minutes.
We're about to head back.
Give us a call when you get there.
Yeah, alright.
Come on, come on! Come on, Lara, pick up, pick up.
(PHONE RINGS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (TURNS PHONE OFF) (CLATTERING) Hello? Guys? (BANGING AT DOOR) - Miss Knight? - Yes.
What's wrong? Ma'am, we got a call to drop by, to make sure everything's OK with you.
- Why wouldn't it be? - Do you have good security here? Well, yeah.
It just got upgraded.
You need an access pass to get inside.
OK, well, we're just going to hang around out here for a bit.
OK.
(ALARM BEEPS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Just spoke to the uniforms in front of the station house.
Lara's fine and the situation is normal.
Oh, good.
What a relief.
Alright, we're heading back there now.
Hey, did you want to tell me something from before? (WHISPERS) - Did you really have to do that? - Yep.
(HAIR DRYER WHINES) (HAIR DRYER TURNS OFF) (SIGHS) Great! OK, guys (CHUCKLES) Alright, Dean, Heidi, you've had your fun.
Where's my dress? (CHAIN TINKLES, CREAKING) Guys? It's not funny anymore.
- Uhhh! - (MAN GRUNTS) Hey.
- Remember me? - (WHIMPERS) Oh, how disappointing to think you're all that I have been thinking about for weeks and I haven't even crossed your mind.
And after I made you famous on my video blog.
- (WHIMPERS) - (MOANS LECHEROUSLY) Rick? Rick (HOLLERS) - Lara! - (SCREAMS) (RICK BANGS CAGE) Hey, guys.
- Everything alright? - Yeah, checked with the lady inside.
- There's no problem.
- Alright.
No, Rick, please, please don't.
Just put the saw down.
Please, please, Rick, put the saw down.
Please.
I would never, ever hurt you.
You don't even know who I am! Please, please put the saw down.
You might as well head off, huh? Go and find some trouble.
(STARTS ENGINE) (ENGINE WHIRRS) No, Rick, no! (CRIES OUT) (SCREAMS) Rick, put the saw down! Lara! Yeah, I need the police to Special Operations Rescue Headquarters now.
Rick, will you put the saw down! The ambos didn't want to know me.
I was too complex for their test, too intelligent.
But when I saw you jumping across buildings, flying like some heavenly angel, I knew that I was not destined to be just an ambo.
I was meant to be one of the elite! But you ruined that for me.
You humiliated me! You are an angel, Lara or at least you will be soon.
Rick, NO! No, no, no, no! (SCREAMS) Rick, please! Please, no! (SCREAMS) Dean! Watch out, he's waiting for you! Oh! Dean.
Dean, Dean, wake up.
Come on, wake up.
Wake up.
(GASPS) Oh, God, get up! (GRUNTS) - (RICK SHOUTS) - (CRIES OUT) I could've been one of you.
- I could've been the best! - (GROANS) If only you had given me a fair bloody go.
(DEAN GRUNTS) (RICK CRIES OUT) (BOTH GRUNT) (WHEEZES AND GASPS) (GASPS REPEATEDLY) (WHISPERS) I got you.
('W ILLOW TREE' BY THE SMALLGOODS PLAYS) SONG: # Let me weep under the willow tree This past season's been eternity I'll not leave until they come for me So let me be Under the willow tree Let me sleep under the willow tree Let his leaves fall down to cover me A slow embrace into his ashen arms Substitution for your promised charms Oh, when 'Cause I'm there I could have sworn I heard somewhere Above my head Well, just wait till reality hits the fan.
Believe me, having kids is no walk in the park.
Four kids, two failed marriages I'll know where not to come for advice on family matters.
(LAUGHS) You didn't hear that from me.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) What a day, eh? Bet you everybody will be glad to see the end of this one.
Are you pregnant? Whose baby is it? It's, um it's my baby, Dean.
Hey, Lara's about to go.
So we missed the wedding, but I'm damned if we're gonna miss the honeymoon.
JORDAN: You've paid for the trip be a shame to waste it.
- You'll have to have a beach wedding.
- That is the plan.
Anyway, we've got 90 minutes to catch these flights, so we better head off.
- See you later.
- See you, darling.
CHASE: Take care of her.
VINCE: Look after her, mate.
LARA: See you.
- See you later.
- Thank you.
HEIDl: Bye.
Have a good one.
JORDAN: Have fun.
- Cheers, man.
- See ya.
LARA: Bye.
- OK, another one! - (MICHELLE LAUGHS) - See ya.
- Bye.
HEIDl: Bye, beautiful.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Thank you.
Good luck.
(HAMISH STARTS ENGINE) VINCE: Bye, guys.
CHASE: See ya.
- Have fun.
HEIDl: Have fun.
- Send a postcard.
MICHELLE: Yeah! (HAMISH BEEPS HORN) (ALL CHEER AND CLAP) VINCE: Who's up for the pub? MICHELLE: No, I'm gonna have an early one.
Not tonight, Vince.
We're off.
See you later.
CHASE: Mate, you pubbing it? JORDAN: No, mate, can't.
- I'm seeing a band with Heidi.
- What, just the two of you? Alright.
Well, just remember, I'm the fallback guy.
Well, maybe I'm the guy.
Have fun.
Looks like just the three of us, boys.
Uh, somehow, Vince, I don't think Dean will be up for it tonight.
Shown you that, mate, hey? Yep.
- Hmm? - The Ambassador Club? Yeah.
Guess who just became a gold-class member.
Hey? Free entry for myself and two lucky mates.
Half-price beers, live sports on the big screen, buy one lap dance, get one free, happy hour all night long.
Hey? - Who am I kidding? Come on, let's go.
- Hey, you're in! Hey, did I tell you boys about the famous firies-rescue grudge match? - Big biffo at half-time.
- Vince, Vince, Vince, please.
No, no, good story, alright? An hour before kick-off, me and a few of the boys slipped into Theme Song: # See them crawling Their faces on the ground My heart keeps jumping I want to stay around Now they can't hear me I ain't too young to die But before I let you take me You gotta look me in the eyes I'm gonna get a little dirty I'm gonna get a little dirty I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah.