Phoenix (1992) s02e03 Episode Script

MAN: Has he tried to pat you down? WOMAN: No.
He doesn't know what he's missing out on.
Do you want me to stick the microphone on? No.
Thanks, Spud.
SPUD: OK.
MAN: Oh, it's like Fort bloody Knox.
MAN 2: I went to an auction just down the road from here.
Christ, rising damp up to the ceilings, leaning like the Tower of Pisa, but you wouldn't believe the price it got.
Does anyone know how to make this heap of shit work? You've broken it again, Spud.
Can't afford to fart around with the deal.
Chris will have to be aggressive, try and outbuy him, straight-up.
It's only five grand, boss.
Could take at least a couple of buys before she can get serious.
I think she should be pushier.
Yeah, I'll pass it on.
Let me know how she goes, alright? Crime 624.
It's Whitey, mate.
What's doing? MAN: Well, the postie delivered some bills two minutes ago, but not a peep from the target.
OK, I'll be on the road soon.
I'll let you know when we're mobile.
Hey, Chrissie! MAN: Whoa, looking good.
Yeah, yeah.
Here you are.
Thanks.
She suck you in with empty promises again, Spud? Worth every cent, mate.
She's definitely cracking, mate.
Give her another couple of decades and she might even come across.
SPUD: We don't want to rush it.
OK.
The signals are - one hand up, situation not looking good, two hands up, we bust.
If she gets into trouble inside, she'll alert us with a shot out the window.
Yeah, after which, they'll probably gang-rape and strangle me.
MAN: No queuing up.
Well, I'd be dead by the time you arrived.
VCRs, service stations.
They've got to have graduated from somewhere.
MAN: Yeah, hang on, hang on.
Just one minute, will you? There's a few possibilities from bank stick-ups, but that's only matching descriptions.
There's a lot of crooks running around with two arms and two legs.
What about stolen cars? Same story.
And the dealers - nothing since the watch turned up.
And not a whisper from the second-hand dealers or art collectors, stamp people.
Just about covered every base except the right bloody one.
OK, ta.
Jesus Christ.
Another bloody furphy.
Unless you reckon they're using didgeridoos instead of shotties.
DARBY: Didgeridoos? Oh, you're kidding.
Why wasn't that in their report? You know these country detectives, mate.
They get overstressed.
More than one crime a month, they're ratshit.
A bit like us.
Someone's wording these bastards up.
There's a connection between the victims.
Well, it's not in the information we've collated.
Accountants and insurance companies, they're all different.
They don't even belong to the same pension clubs.
FLUFF: What about golf clubs? While you're checking that out, you can also check out small businesses.
Any tradesmen that have had access to the houses.
Darbs, the briefing's about to start.
Oh, shit.
I'll be right there.
Don't mind us.
Cancer stick hijinks.
Gotta be done.
Listen, that interstater, he's arriving later on today.
How are you positioned for tonight? Oh, like every other night.
You can count me out.
Babysitter's gone on strike.
Yeah, right, OK.
I'll sort something out.
OK.
We need to check out the witnesses' statements and backgrounds again.
And we've got to find a pattern here somewhere, guys.
Well, we're reinterviewing the old lady from the second burg today, mate.
Do you expect us to do a triple shift or what? Well, you're the detective.
Work it out.
Should have it wrapped up by lunchtime, mate.
The car pool's been jacking up about the state the cars are left in.
So don't forget to clean up after yourselves.
Mate! It's a pain in the arse.
But braid's got complaints.
I think I'll transfer to the garage.
Wouldn't mind sitting on my bum for a living.
MAN: You already do that, don't you? Hi, Pete.
Whitey.
Guys.
G'day.
MAN: How you doing? (ELECTRONIC BEEP) FEMALE RECORDING: Level five.
Give us a ring.
Yeah.
What does she see in him? He earns more than you do.
He's got better table manners.
And he's a good root.
So? I can use a knife and fork.
And the more tests I do, the more complex the scenario.
It's a real cocktail mixture.
But can you give me an idea? It could mean any number of possible things! All I can say at this stage is there's a heavy slant towards industrial.
FAITHFUL: We have a list of possible suspects.
It would save us a lot of legwork if you can narrow it down.
GOOSE: Well, uh it could be a work site of some sort or a scrap-metal yard.
He might have been working on his car when he picked up this gunk.
Well, that narrows it down.
Could also be a particular paddock, with a certain type of tree in the left-hand corner.
OK.
Look, just look at the lead ingredient.
It's a commonly used heavy metal.
It's used in building construction, batteries, bullets, lead pipes.
It's in petrol.
Take your pick.
If I had more of the substance, I'd be able to distinguish oxide, sulfide, sulfate, whatever.
But I haven't got enough of it to put in the X-ray diffractor, and every time I do an extraction, I'm sacrificing more of it! He's very miserly with his black goo.
How did you go with the boot hunt? (SIGHS) Well, there are too many outlets.
They could have been purchased anywhere in Australia.
Really? Sounds familiar.
That's where the gunk comes from too.
Alright, so our crook may have worked on an industrial site of some sort.
GOOSE: He may have walked across it on the way to visit his mother.
He might also have stolen the boots from somebody who walked across it on the way to visit their mother.
OK, I get the picture.
So, um So when will you know more? Without interruptions, I'd say at least a week.
And that'd only be a general analysis of the elements.
Not a location.
MAN ON RADIO: Chris has pulled a leftie into target's street.
I got a good eyeball.
She's pulling up outside.
CHRIS: OK.
Tuesday 14.
1100 hours.
Operation Hyperno.
Going in to see Daniel Bennett, 19 Langmore Street, Fitzroy.
Senior Detective Chris Faithful.
(INTERCOM BUZZES) MAN: Who's that? It's Julie.
You haven't forgotten, have you? (SIGHS) No.
OK, it's open.
Good.
Mate! (LAUGHS) We're gonna be late.
Do you think you should phone your dealer and let him know? It's OK.
He won't mind.
No, what happens if he's going out? It's OK, Julie! He said he'll be there, he'll be there.
OK.
Do you want a coffee? No, no.
I'll be right, thanks.
Look I'm getting it together.
I just need a heart-starter, OK? OK, if you have to, yeah.
Oh, did you bring the money? Yep.
Good.
(SIGHS) Hey, so, what was the new club like last night? Couldn't be bothered going in in the end.
You're kidding.
After the way you carried on.
And you're the one that's supposed to be the big nightclubber? (SIGHS) I thought you might have liked to string along last night, do a little bit of poaching while you're at it.
Gee, I missed out on two more customers.
Just because your business is booming Yep.
(SNIFFS) Do you want a snort? No, uh-uh.
I'd just end up with my head down the toilet bowl.
This is as clean as you can get.
Really? No, I can't handle speed.
You sure? Yeah.
Oh! Well, that got the cobwebs rattling.
Alright, I'll have a shower, and I'll be with you in a sec.
(SHOWER RUNS) What are you looking for? Oh, my God.
You nearly gave me a heart attack.
Hey.
I don't think we've met before.
I'm Julie.
Danny's told me all about you.
Yeah.
I'm thinking of getting a portable phone, you know? But I don't know what sort you're meant to get.
MAN ON RADIO: It's quiet.
Too quiet.
You got anyone, Spud, mate? Seven.
I got a 10 coming my way.
It's the same girl, you idiot.
MAN 2: Lucky you guys.
All I've got's a huge dog trying to fill my petrol tank.
Any longer and we'll get a parking ticket.
MAN 3: Shit, there's a new player on the scene.
Chris is coming out with target.
Everything looks hunky-dory, but for that other head.
Male.
Short, dark hair.
Black goatee beard.
Uh, pink scarf, long black leather coat, black jeans.
30-ish.
180cm.
Thin build.
Where'd he come from? Oh, right, unlocking.
Chris is unlocking.
She's taking her time.
Good girl.
Entering car.
Chris driving.
Target 'A' front passenger.
New player, rear.
Right into Kaner.
(STARTS CAR) They're pulling out.
MAN: I've got them.
Heading towards Cardigan Place.
Right indicator on.
Turning.
I've lost eyeball.
Heading south.
One for cover.
Clicks increasing.
MAN: Lights going to green, then number one off and rolling.
Completing the turn.
I've been with them too long.
Anyone there? WOMAN: I've got them.
Heading westbound, Fishermens Bend.
Clicks increasing.
Staying with the traffic.
Walk in the park.
Heading over the West Gate Bridge.
One for cover.
About 75 clicks.
Everything's OK.
WOMAN: Holding 75 clicks.
Right indicator on.
She's changing lanes.
Inner lane.
Still got cover.
Everything's looking good.
You're a cop.
What are you doing? She's a fucking cop, Danny.
Bullshit.
I'm not a cop.
What's going on? What are you doing with the gun? I'm gonna blow your brains out, you bitch.
DANNY: Jesus, Gav, you're gonna get us all killed! Frank put her onto you, you moron.
He's working for the cops.
That arsehole.
He's a dog.
Oh, shit.
If he is, that means that I'm gonna I'm gonna get pinched.
Did you hear that, Danny? The bitch is in with Frank.
And she doesn't want to get busted.
Well, you won't, will you? 'Cause you're a slut cop.
I'm not.
And I hardly know Frank.
Frank is a friend of yours, not mine.
I mean, if if Why didn't you warn me if he was a cop? They're probably following us right now.
Oh, shit.
Look, let's call the deal off.
I mean, I don't need this.
I thought this was just gonna be a simple buy.
If you guys don't trust me, that's fine.
I'll buy somewhere else.
DANNY: You're being paranoid, Gav.
Put it away.
Put it away, Gavin.
Eh! Put it away.
DANNY: Jesus Christ! WOMAN: She's made the turn.
Passing a construction site.
Left indicator on.
I'm dropping back.
No cover.
Now, look.
I'll go in first and see if it's cool.
No, look, I'd rather get it over and done with.
I'll be back in a sec.
Do not come in.
Listen, you did tell John about me, didn't you? Of course I did.
Look (HORN HONKS) He sounded a little bit iffy.
But now I'm here, I'll be able to talk him round, OK? Listen, I'm not staying in the car with him, not after he stuck a gun to my head.
Give me the gun.
Get stuffed.
Look, Gav, I don't have to support your habit, so stop frigging around and give me the bloody gun.
MAN: New player's giving something to target 'A'.
Shit! Target's tooled up with a bloody great cannon.
He's shoved it inside his top pocket of his suit.
A big revolver.
He reckons if you want to do a deal, you'll have to do it through me.
Oh, well, don't take this personally, but, I mean, I'm not letting my money out of my sight, you know.
Not until I see the gear.
Hey, do you want to do a deal or not? OK, fine.
Cool.
Like to spend other people's money.
Yeah? Who doesn't? But listen, I might be interested in buying bigger next time, OK? Now, any more than five grand, I prefer to be in on the buy.
Cool.
I'll see if he's interested.
MAN: Target 'A' is entering the premises.
Can't eyeball who's letting him in.
Chris doesn't look too happy.
Target's still inside.
Second head hasn't moved from the back seat.
Chris pacing up and down.
What do you reckon's going on with the shooter? To Chris? Probably just an insurance policy for the buy.
Have to wait and see.
OK.
Got it.
Great.
(SIGHS) Is he prepared to do more business? (EXHALES) He might.
We didn't get around to discussing it in-depth.
(STARTS ENGINE) Scoring for a cop.
Good one.
Shut up, Gav.
What a big man! Know what he did? The bastard pulled a gun on me.
Jesus! I'm doing 100 k's and he pulls a stunt like that.
The prick! I'm gonna rip his throat out for this.
Come on, I'm driving.
No! I'm OK, Whitey.
If we're gonna talk about this, I think it'd be better if I was driving.
I'm really OK, Whitey.
I'd just feel safer if I drive.
Ah! Come on, move over.
Or do I have to sit in your lap? WHITEY: ID'd as Gavin Hennessy.
Two priors for possession and trafficking amphetamines in New South Wales.
He's believed to have moved down here only a month or so ago.
And he's gonna wish he hadn't.
'Cause when we nick him, he's in deep shit.
That bastard pulled a gun on Chris en route to the dealer's.
We're not quite sure how he got into the act.
We have to assume he was in Danny Bennett's premises prior to the dogs sitting off.
Pity you couldn't get the dealer on tape.
What happened? The dealer wasn't expecting me.
Danny told me that he'd arranged it so that I could deal directly.
And when we got there, that didn't prove to be the situation.
I think Chris did remarkably well, considering the gun.
The dogs are currently sitting off the money.
Getting it onto the conveyor belt's a big plus.
So when do we plan to set up the second buy? It's up to Chris as to whether she can.
Yeah, I told Danny that I might buy bigger.
I've just got to wait and see.
Depends on how desperate he is to ingratiate himself with the dealer.
MAN: He's a druggie.
Say no more.
Right.
Do you think Danny had that shithead there as a minder? I thought Danny was very comfortable with me, but after You know, um I think Danny's probably just a crazy.
He has trouble organising himself, let alone a minder.
WOMAN: Hey.
Hello.
(LAUGHS) Oh.
Oh, what's this? Amphetamine.
Oh! Guess chromatograph's broken down.
Oh, it's just a quick test.
Don't hassle me.
I'll be finished in a minute.
Don't worry.
Not hassling you.
Though why they bothered to spend a million dollars on all that drug-testing equipment is just beyond me.
It's not every day we get amphets of this quality.
No, just every second day.
See? No bother at all.
It does look like it's from the same batch.
Oh, good.
30%.
Cut with the same agent as the sample.
Shape and structure of the contaminants are similar.
Right.
OK, good.
Well, when will you be able to confirm that? Oh, I'll run it through tonight.
Great.
Oh, listen, you might have to speak extra nicely to the Drug section.
They're flat out at the moment.
Yeah, mainly 5-per cents, but there is a huge queue.
I'll sort them out.
Thanks.
'Bye.
Better put this away before I start getting experimental.
Lan OK, thanks, Mrs Isaacs.
Yep.
Regard to your husband.
Bye-bye.
what it means.
Rightio.
Well, if you can find anything in that lot, you're a better man than I am.
Oh, great.
Mate, you are bloody joking, aren't you? It's either light beers or a glass of water.
Can't give an interstater that cat's piss.
What about our reputation? Go right down the bloody gurgler, mate.
Oh, that's it.
I'm gonna quit.
Attaboy, Docket.
You get them where it hurts, mate.
Oh, Darb Darbs.
I'm gonna get a lock put on that door.
Mate, you're working far too hard.
You know that? No, really.
You ought to get out and about more.
God, I hate it when you grovel.
I know you're gonna ask me Listen, mate.
What about an intelligence run over to Robbers and back? Do you the world of good.
While you're there, you can sneak a bit of piss with the interstater.
The whole building knows about our light beer.
They're all sitting next to fridges with shotties.
Mate, mate, they'll never shoot a woman, believe me.
I'm not going in there.
Someone swiped one of their slabs last night and they're out for blood.
That wasn't us, mate.
We haven't done it yet.
Yeah, well, that's not what they think.
Stores rang me today to check on a requisition.
It seems that somebody ordered us a sign for our door.
Oh, yeah? 'Petty Crime Squad'.
Smart-arses.
I can't even remember most of it.
It happened so quickly.
(SIGHS) I'm not saying you have to talk about it to the psych.
All that's required is for you to front up.
Oh, yeah, right, pull up a couch.
Let's just Look, I know the psych.
She doesn't expect people to go through all that crap.
You just log in so she can say she's seen you.
Mm-hm.
I'm not happy about it either.
You owe me one, Whitey.
Putting me onto a hot gear.
Yeah, I stuffed up.
OK.
Yeah.
So this is a double stuff-up.
Uh-huh.
I can't get you out of seeing the psych.
Look, I'm sorry, Chris.
(SIGHS) Oh, well, next time I get dumped with a firearms incident, I don't think I'll bother mentioning it, 'cause I need this like I need a hole in the head.
Don't say that to the psych.
She'll think you're crazy.
Think of the crimes compensation and the nice holiday it'll pay for.
Chris, g'day.
Mate, I've got a big problem.
Um, look, I'm in need of a beautiful, intelligent woman, one preferably with undercover experience.
Don't know of anyone, do you, mate? Try an escort agency.
Chris! Listen, mate.
You need anything in Melbourne, anything at all, just give us a call.
Yeah.
I bet you blokes have got quite a network going by now.
Yeah, we've scratched the odd back or two.
Now, if I'm not in the office, right, that's my pager number.
Sweet as a bun.
OK? When's your extradition hearing? Tomorrow.
But I won't be taking the prisoner back straight off.
Thought I'd make the most of it while I'm down here, you know.
Fit a few inquiries in between beers.
Yeah.
Well, Adrian will show you around town.
Thank you.
Try not to run into any booze buses.
Shut the door after you.
Has he got to be home before dark or something? Yeah, something like that.
I had a wife like that once till I divorced her.
That shut her up.
Alright, come on.
We'd better push off.
Yeah.
FLUFF: Hey, Docket! Come on, mate.
You'll miss out.
No, good to hear.
So who'd you have to screw in the Robbers? Masterton.
DOCKET: Can't you women think about anything other than sex? DARBY: Oh, no, Docket.
It's actually because I'm a bloke dressed up as a woman.
A real one.
G'day again.
G'day, mate.
G'day.
I'm Damian.
Oh, hi, Damian.
I'm Chris.
Here you are, Moony.
Bit of a piss-up, Fluff? I do bloody deserve one.
Uh, Damian's down from Townsville, doing an extradition.
Mm-hm.
You've been here before? No, no.
Chased crims all round Australia, but never in Melbourne.
You know? The cold's enough to put anyone off coming here.
FLUFF: Bullshit.
It's us.
18 runners in the last six months.
We've caught 15 of them.
It's not too bad, eh? Anyone can do that with the backup you blokes have got.
DOCKET: We have to squash it in between all the other jobs.
You're breaking my heart.
Ohh Look, I'll come home early.
No, I'll be alright.
Then I won't be late.
I won't sit up.
(LAUGHS) Is Whitey still here? Oh! Look, I don't want to talk to him.
I just want to throttle him slowly.
And make me look weak.
No.
So, what are they doing about this prick with the gun? They're going to leave the prick with the gun to me.
Did Moon fill you in, Darbs? One more night.
That's all I need.
Oh, look, I was here till midnight the past two nights, mate.
My son's starting to forget who I am.
Well, can you do stuff at home? No, I need the computer.
Anyway, I don't think the mainframe would fit in my car.
Look, it's just a matter of time before these guys get out of control.
But if you can Yeah, OK.
Alright.
Alright, thanks.
G'day.
G'day.
Damian.
Uh, Peter Faithful.
You gonna join us? Doing it tough over these ag burgs, mate, so, um Nice overtime if you can get it, eh? Yeah, if you can get it.
Look, we'll catch up with you before you go up north, alright? You better.
Some dickhead reckons you're the Major Party Squad.
But that'd be the dickhead we paid to say it.
Cheers.
See ya.
Hey, mate, you know, um, Moony's idea of a good time? What, McDonald's? No.
The Rat Pit Bar and Grill.
Oh, I always knew his taste was in his arse.
Never be able to look another state in the eye after he's finished with this one.
Forensic came up with something interesting today.
The Goose reckons the sample that was taken off our boot may have come from an industrial site.
So I want to check any docket heads who've got labouring backgrounds.
Well, how valid's this one, mate? You got any better suggestions? Afraid not.
CHRIS: Planning your next holiday, Phillys? Guess what.
They've found the amphet lab.
Dogs followed your money.
Druggies led them to a safe house and on to the lab.
Where is it? Woop Woop.
One pub, couple of motels.
And they're all booked out for a convention.
Yeah.
Bit out of town for a convention.
Yeah, it's greenies.
Save the Marijuana or something.
Look, you want to take over here? Yeah.
Whitey's probably halfway there.
I've got to get on to BCI.
What about Forensic? They know.
And the dogs are sure it's a lab? (SIGHS) Stinks like cat's piss.
Not a pussy in sight.
We got one! (ELECTRONIC BUZZING) Ah! Just in time.
Hi.
Fire up the SEM.
I'll have something to look at in a minute.
Oh, I won't be slaving over any hot SEMs today.
Mmm.
Drug Squad's found a clandestine lab.
The bloody Drug Squad again! What do they think we are, Dial-a-Chemist? I can't not do it.
Continuity.
Oh, bugger their continuity.
What about ours? Well, it's only for a day.
Or two.
That's what you said last time.
You were gone a whole week.
Oh, don't exaggerate, lan.
It was only six days.
I think you're getting addicted to lab busting.
I'm only confirming we won't be busting for another couple of weeks.
'Bye.
Which motel are you partying at? I'll ring you.
Oi! Where's Suzie? Your mum's.
One more day's not gonna matter to a crim.
This one's been through a revolving door so often, he knows more than a QC.
He'd kick up a stink if you went for an adjournment.
Who's running the show down here, us or the bloody crims? Magistrate is.
Jesus, can't you just feed him some bullshit? No, forget it.
I cannot get you an extension, OK? Yeah? Thanks a lot.
You know, I've known some really decent blokes from up north, but he's not one of them.
Think he's down here on a bloody holiday.
Well, you must have really impressed him.
So how'd you go last night? Well, I think we've got enough information to start being proactive.
Yeah, but what's he expecting to get out of this report? He just wants an update on the ins and outs, what suspects, what inquiries - that sort of thing.
Well, I can tell you now, it's only gonna make his piles worse.
The AC's aware of the situation, Lew.
When does he want the report, sir? As soon as possible.
The boys are a bit busy, you know.
Yeah, but they're not making much progress, are they? I'm sure the AC will be able to point them in the right direction.
He was a bloody good detective in his day.
What was it? 20 robberies a year in 1978.
I didn't know you were such a history buff.
It was on the back of a port bottle I happened to read somewhere.
The AC doesn't like you that much either, Lew.
I'd watch my step if I were you.
Three out of the four robberies were on a Wednesday night.
We know the times and we know the area that they operate in.
MURDOCH: Not what I'd call a firm pattern.
I'm not saying that it's set in concrete, but there is a pattern emerging, and it's looking like that they operate every two to three weeks.
Tonight could be a goer.
I think it might be worth a shot.
If we don't get any results tonight, we'll do another operation next Wednesday and keep doing that till we get the bastards.
That ties up an awful lot of manpower.
20 men at the most, one night a week.
You've got bugger-all to go on.
FAITHFUL: I disagree, sir.
I think the operation is warranted, going on what we've got.
That's not gonna cut much ice with the Traffic Operations super.
Better let me deal with him.
I'll leave the local Cls to you.
Thank you, sir.
I've got to be in court in an hour.
But I'll be able to give you a hand.
No, I've got another job for you.
How well do you think he's doing on this investigation? Slow, but he's getting there.
It's a bloody hard slog.
Maybe we should put a different crew in.
Swap jobs around.
Just to get some fresh ideas happening.
But he just come in here with a fresh idea.
Yeah, but if he doesn't get a result I mean, what's he got? Well, there's a bloody lot of ground to cover.
He'd be covering it a lot faster with a full crew.
We're all in the same boat.
Yeah.
Don't I know it? You think it's bad now? The AC wants a progress report on the ag burgs.
Good.
Just what we need.
Just stick to the facts and it shouldn't take too long.
(SHEEP BLEAT) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) MAN: Hey! Aunty Carol's here! Whoo! Oh, good God, call the zoo.
The reptile section's escaped again.
Yeah, they'll be looking for you, won't they? Spud.
Aunty Carol.
That's your bedroom through there.
The red-backs won't mind sharing.
I wouldn't drink this straight.
Give it a boil first.
MAN: Gets rid of the dead possum taste.
And, uh, this is the dunny.
Oh, this place is a pigsty! Have they cut your budget or what? Oh, it's just temporary.
We're moving into a swanky motel once the operation gets shoes on.
SPUD: I'm in.
Once I'm gone.
How far away is the lab? About a kilometre.
It's a caravan.
Know who he is? MAN: He looks like a uni student.
Real vicious type.
Oh, probably a bikie in disguise.
Haven't come across this bloke before.
Well, he certainly knows what he's doing.
His amphets are as pure as the bikies'.
Can't wait to see his set-up.
We're hoping to go in tonight.
Been busy as a beaver since we arrived.
Got to conk out sometime.
Whereabouts is he staying? On the same block, in another caravan.
Hope he's a heavy sleeper.
Yep.
We'll have to be in and out like Flynn.
MAN: He's coming out of the lab with two packets.
Looks about five kilos each.
(CAMERA CLICKS) Yeah, he's burying them.
10 metres south of the lab.
What a wuss.
I've seen chihuahuas dig better holes than that.
Scratching dirt over.
He's really gonna look like Schwarzenegger after this.
Yeah, he's going back into the lab.
What's the bet he's gonna brew up another batch? FAITHFUL: Well, why don't you go to his mum's? You can do the washing there.
That is not fair.
Who's handling the Sandringham team? MAN: Peter is.
Why? I've got the local sergeant on the phone.
I'll put him through to you.
FLUFF: Tell him we're on our way.
Tell him yourself.
He won't believe me, mate.
She hasn't marked the pubs.
Inconsiderate bitch.
(PHONE RINGS) Saunders.
No, he's busy.
OK, forget them.
Listen, pal, we're gonna be briefing you about that when we get there, OK? Alright, I've gotta go.
Bye-bye.
Yeah.
See you then.
Alright, let's go.
Locals are straining at the bit, mate.
Reckon they've finally hit the big time.
(LAUGHS) Peter.
Got a second? Uh, not really.
I don't want to see you in the office tomorrow.
Time you took a day off.
You're writing this operation off before it's even started? Jesus Christ, I supported you on it, but that doesn't mean I have to share your tunnel vision.
You haven't taken a day off in three weeks, and it is showing.
We're pushing the blokes too hard.
You carry on like this, you're not gonna have a crew.
They'll be on bloody sick leave.
Is that it? That's it.
And good luck.
And I'll see you tomorrow.
MAN ON RADIO: Any sign of movement from the caravans? All clear here.
Dead easy.
We're going in.
How's the target? MAN: Sleeping like a baby.
Smile.
(TAKES PHOTO) Oh, Cookie's incredible.
WHITEY: Think he might win Illegal Chemist of the Year? CAROL: I might even offer him a job in Forensic.
Oh, but then again, maybe not.
Is that a goldmine or is that a goldmine? If he can cook up a batch of 5 or 10 kilo in one hit, what's that in dollars? It's a lot.
By the time it's hit the streets, over half a million.
Not bad work if you can get it.
I'm in the wrong business.
Hey, look, I've been meaning to ask you, what's the best way You'll have to ask somebody else.
I don't want the blame when they scrape you off the ceiling.
I thought anyone could be a chemist.
Look at you.
Everything working, Noisy? Yep.
You wanna get on to the office? Let Chris know it's confirmed.
Then I'll talk to her about putting the shoes on.
Right.
You might as well go.
I'd rather stay and listen in to his next cook.
Who knows when that'll be? We've got a long wait.
Yeah, but I'll stay.
The scale he's doing, the reaction's extremely hard to control.
I'd like to know how he does it with the cooling system he's got.
I reckon you won't learn much from listening.
I'll be able to tell if he's having a problem regulating the heat.
Then I can assess its future safety, if you're interested.
I'm putting him on.
Yeah, I'm, uh, interested.
OK? Chris, it's Whitey.
MAN: Yeah, well, I'll try and check it out down here, OK? When, uh, I said make yourself at home, didn't mean this much at home.
I heard you boys were big on sharing.
Yeah, we call it security.
(PHONE RINGS) Major Crime.
No, he's not here.
Can I take a message? Yeah.
And they believed her? Shit, they're gullible.
Yep.
Righto.
Thanks.
Peter.
Yeah.
That girl you arrested last night.
According to her parents, you've made a mistake.
As far as they're concerned, the girl's still a virgin.
Yeah, well, that's their problem.
A virgin prostitute.
And a flasher who thinks he's Jesus Christ.
A wild bloody night was had by all, mate.
Yeah, pretty quiet night all round, by the look of it.
Nothing's come in on the info sheets.
All the squads are crying poor, Lew.
I don't need to be told about it.
And especially not in this.
I think it's very apt.
As you can see, Faithful's well and truly behind the eight ball.
Everyone's short on men at the moment, but they get by.
And they certainly don't insult my intelligence by putting it out in bloody progress reports.
You can take out all the inappropriate references.
I'm not giving it to the AC like this.
We wouldn't want to upset him.
Oh, Jesus, Lew, just do it.
Yeah, alright.
Shame about last night.
Oh, we weren't holding our breath.
No, I wouldn't either.
Not on the information Faithful gave you.
I believe he had something.
Sure he's not grasping at straws? I wouldn't have given him the green light if I'd thought that.
Boils down to resources, Lew.
You can't impose on TOG indefinitely.
They're stretched as it is.
Good morning, boys.
Darb.
How much information have we got on file now? Oh, we'll see.
Look at it.
You mind if I start at the top? A fresh mind might help.
That's the, uh the first ag burg.
Anything else on soft copy? Well, sir, you'd have to ask Darby that.
Yeah.
OK.
Thanks.
I've had a gutful of that prick.
If you're gonna chuck up, mate, do it over him, will you? Just had the old bag of fruit dry-cleaned.
I'll be down the Drug Squad.
OK, pal.
Nigger.
Yeah, listen, mate.
What the hell do they want? We are working our arses off up there.
And they're still not bloody satisfied.
I am.
I'm getting sick of it.
I feel like telling them to to shove it where it hurts.
Yeah, well, you need to take a couple of days off.
Look, what's the point? Have I missed anything? And if I have, I'm not gonna find it sitting at home.
Stewing.
Well, you know, you're not gonna get on top of it unless you take some time off.
No, not with Murdoch white-anting us.
That that is piss-weak.
Look, get stuffed, OK? If I'm gonna be stabbed in the back, I want to be around when it happens.
Darling, that is not only piss-weak, that is masochistic.
Look No, I am going to book a hotel for this weekend.
And I don't care what you say, but we're taking a break.
(SIGHS) (SIGHS) I'll think about it.
Well, I can't have a dirty weekend on my own.
Well, you can improvise.
It's better when you're there.
(WATER RUNS) CAROL: Mmm! Ah, go on, finish it.
Might be all you have to eat for the rest of the week.
I'll have it.
Carol could starve because of you.
You took her money.
She gave it to me.
I could be so lucky.
I lied.
Psychological warfare.
I've never won anything, not even a chook raffle.
(FLATULENT SOUND) Noisy, not again! You filthy animal.
You'd think Cookie could at least give us a little tune now and then.
Yeah, we could all have a singalong in court.
Shut up a second.
Oh, dear, we've offended Aunty.
Shut up.
(BUBBLING) Noisy, can you turn the volume up? MAN: Shit! Is that some sort of technical term? What's going on, do you reckon? Oh, shit.
Get your dogs out of there.
Dave, you OK? Yeah.
Christ! You know that lab that was here before? It's blown up! WHITEY: Yeah, we had an inkling.
So did Cookie.
He managed to get out, and he's doing a runner.
Well, go with him.
Stupid bloody idiot! He's sabotaged us.
Should have blown himself up while he was at it.
MAN: Yeah, I knew it was too good to be true.
WHITEY: Can you do fires? CAROL: That's my husband's department.
Might as well keep it in the family.
He's also an authority on post-blast analysis.
Even better.
Can you get him down here? I'm sure he'd love to come.
He's a great admirer of the Druggie Squad.
Fire brigade's 15 minutes away.
Oh, shit! Won't be much evidence left by the time they arrive.
(CAMERA CLICKS) GOOSE: Pretty obvious why it blew up.
The man was a moron.
CAROL: No, I think he knew what he was doing.
I think he just got greedy and misjudged it.
Yeah, he's a moron.
I could do with some of this myself.
Are you leaving the rest? Dog will watch it for a week or so in case they come back.
It's a lot of money.
He won't be back.
Haven't got much else left.
We'll collect soil and glass fragments that may have been picked up on his shoes, but it's gonna be difficult establishing he was physically inside the lab.
I'd be happy with anything at this stage.
The problem is, the longer you leave it, the less likelihood there is of finding traces on his clothing.
There's not much I can do about that.
Oh, you're not gonna arrest him? You explain it to him.
"He's mad.
" Don't bother.
Heard it all before.
We want the whole network, not just the chemist.
Yeah, I knew that.
What do you mean, 'we'? The Drug Squad.
Aren't you getting your personal pronouns mixed up? MAN: Come on, girls.
Gotta get the deck out the way.
Shut the business up.
I'll come and give you a hand.
FLUFF: Hey, Nod, what are you doing tomorrow, mate? Not going to your place.
Mate, mate, mate, do us a favour.
No.
No way.
(MEN LAUGH) MAN: Who invited Shithead? Everything to your satisfaction? Fine, thanks, Willie boy.
So far ahead, we can't hear the band, pal.
I'll just get another chair, Inspector.
Didn't think you were coming.
Oh, I had a few things to do.
I see our guest of honour's enjoying himself.
Yeah.
He's trying to get into Darby's pants.
Oh, well, I'd better go and rescue her.
She'll have his balls.
He hasn't got any.
I didn't think he'd actually make it.
Oh, you know how it is, mate.
Small bastard probably went home, found his missus dead, had to get a bloody feed somewhere.
Over there, thanks, William.
Well, you invited him, you drink with him.
Don't expect me to.
(TAPPING ON KEYBOARD) We should have shot that Cookie when we had the chance.
That's not funny, mate.
It's not meant to be.
Don't worry.
He'll blow himself up next time.
He won't try it again.
Too shit-scared after his last performance.
They'll set up again.
I wish I had your optimism.
WHITEY: Yeah, I wish you did too.
Well, look, I'll see you then.
Good, mate.
Thanks a lot.
'Bye.
We'll get the bastards.
It'll only take the rest of our lives.
Oh, you poor things.
I've got a box of tissues somewhere if anyone wants a good cry.
No, we're real men.
We use hankies.
How's Danny? Oh, he doesn't like being pressured.
WHITEY: Did he hear about the lab? Yeah, he will.
I've asked him to go back to his dealer, speak to him and see if he'll do business with me over a bigger buy.
Danny's not happy about it, though.
What about you? Uh I don't know.
I don't think he can do it.
I think he's too gutless.
But, you know, he's gonna take me nightclubbing, so I'll latch onto one of his mates and piss him off.
Eat them up and spit them up.
Yep.
See the look in her eyes? She enjoys it.
SPUD: Yeah.
Well, I don't know.
I think I'll get going.
WHITEY: Good idea.
Haven't got any diseases, have you? I spat in it.
Yum.
(MEN CHATTER) Hey.
What's this about you lot busting in on some old moll having a root, eh? You got a granny fetish or what, you blokes? Don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, you must be the last to hear of it, you know? It's all round the squads.
Talk about coitus interruptus.
Those oldies must have thought they'd died and went to hell when they saw you lot about to use them as target practice.
No, mate, someone's been pulling your leg.
Didn't happen.
Hey, look, we all stick together.
Eh? But you lot, you're superglued.
Oh, I respect that, you know.
It comes in handy when you get in trouble.
And what sort of trouble are you talking about? Hey, mate, we all make mistakes.
Yeah, yeah.
I should know that.
I come from Queensland.
We're pretty good at pulling ourselves out of the shit up there.
But you Mexicans Hey, it's like an an art form with you blokes.
No, just hang on a tick.
Hang on a tick.
What are you getting at? Hey, mate, look, no force is squeaky-clean.
Any idiot knows that.
What are you saying, you bastard? Hey, I was only joking.
Jesus, I've taken you round town.
You've never had to put your hand in your pocket once.
Not once, you ungrateful bastard! I've had to put up with your crapping on.
But, Jesus, I've got to draw the bloody line somewhere.
Give me my card back.
Give me my bloody card back or I'll kick your head in.
DAMIAN: Is he for real? FAITHFUL: Well, I'd give him his card back if I were you.
Doesn't matter to me either way.
What a stupid prick.
(MEN LAUGH) Bloody crabby when you're sober, mate.
Seen the shrink yet? I will, yeah.
You been sleeping alright? Yeah.
Yeah, like a baby.
That bad, huh? I must be slipping.
(BELL DINGS) I almost believed you.