Phoenix (1992) s02e04 Episode Script
The Return
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) MAN 2: Oh, pleasure.
It was a great night.
Pick you up on Saturday? Oh, maybe.
Come on, a day at the footy'll do you good.
Anyway, thanks.
Goodnight, Tony.
'Night, Betty.
Goodnight, my dear.
Now, inside.
It's freezing! Love to Robbie and Rebecca.
(BEEP!) Should go to the footy instead of moping around here, I suppose.
Hiya, Mitz.
(GRUNTS) (DOORBELL RINGS) Pam's forgotten something.
(DOG BARKS) Ah, Mitz.
Who's there? MAN: Mr Arthur? Police, Mr Arthur.
Peter Faithful, sir.
(BEEP!) Ah! (BETTY SCREAMS) (ALL SCREAM INDISTINCTLY) Get out of my house! (MOANS) (SCREAMS) Where are the stamps?! Where's your good gear?! Get out of my house! Bring Grandma in here! You gonna show me where they are?! Leave me alone! (BETTY SCREAMS) I'm not gonna ask you again! No! No?! Bad move! Bad move! Do the bitch! Get down here! (BIRDS TWEET) Geezer's having a lend of us! Come on, Grandad.
Take a peek.
No! No! What? You better not dick me around! What?! (MOANS) (GROANS) Ahh! (BETTY GAGS) Got 'em! GOT 'EM! Oh, shit! (BETTY WAILS) Come on, I got 'em! Ahh! Ahh! Keep it shut, lady! We'll come back Come on! Come on! (GIGGLES MANIACALLY) (PHONE RINGS) (MAN SIGHS) Hello? Oh, boss, I'm up to my neck in something at the minute.
You're kidding.
Get lan Cochrane from Forensic there, will you? (HELICOPTER ROTOR WHIRRS) If it's as bad as last time, maybe the old bloke carked it, mate.
Crime 495 out at your last.
MAN ON RADIO: Roger.
MAN: Uh, Inspector? Simmo, we just got the word, mate.
Yeah, but I got a midnight deadline.
You gotta give us about half an hour.
Half an hour's too late.
OK, well, make it quick, can you? OK, well, what do you know that's happening so far? Well, it's an aggravated burglary - reported.
So we haven't investigated it yet.
So that's all the details we know.
MAN: Yeah, I'll send the connie down now.
She'll be about half an hour.
The others just arrived.
Talk to you later.
(HANGS UP PHONE) Dave Moss, Prahran.
G'day.
Peter Faithful.
I did the first ag burg here a month ago.
So, what happened? Well, the owners were gone when I got here.
The van crew reckoned they were flogged something fierce.
No sign of ransacking.
And the old lady's been raped.
Bullshit.
You're kidding me.
No.
Look, I wasn't sure what to do, so I rang the rape squad.
Um, they're en route to Mrs Arthur, how bad is she? Well, connie reckon she'll be fine.
It's the old bloke they were frantic about.
He's real bad - unconscious.
Darbs, quick.
Yeah, which hospital? Uh, Monash You the first here? Yeah.
Did the old lady say if they were the same crooks as last time? Didn't say anything.
Just sat there, holding the bloke's hand.
No sign of forced entry.
So how'd they get in? Front door shut, not locked.
Alarm switched off.
Back secure.
No windows forced.
What were they after? There's not a lot left here to take.
Payback.
Dave, wasn't it? We'll do the job.
If you can just give us a couple hours, grab some of the uniformed guys, do a house-to-house.
Make sure you do it real good.
No problem.
Uh, Andrew'll show you what to print.
Yeah, first off in the kitchen there.
We just got tangled in the roadblock.
Well, all hell's broken loose.
What's happened to the Arthurs? They're not here.
Come and have a look at this, mate.
Sleeping on the job again.
Looks like it had a go at one of them, got one for its troubles.
Hope he ripped his balls off.
Nothing like a dead dog to make your night, eh, Goose? This one's still breathing.
Just.
Eh, better be bagged and photographed.
Not if she bit someone.
The more it bleeds, the less I get.
What's say I take the poor little bugger out the back and top it? Only contaminate it with powder residue.
Get D24 to wake up a vet.
Move.
(ELECTRONIC BEEPING) WOMAN: They're worried about a brain haemorrhage, and his heart's not strong.
There is the chance that he's not gonna make it.
Can I leave the connie here? Yes, of course.
When he wakes up, you ask him what happened, how they got in and what they wanted, and was it the same crooks.
And you write it down.
Oral, anal, vaginal, fingernail scrapings, blood samples and clothes.
Now, who gets him? I do.
No photographs.
Not tonight - she's not ready for that.
Betty? I could only manage a few seconds with her 'cause they took her away.
Noddy? You dealing with this? How you going, Col? Sorry to piss you off, but that's out second time round.
We'll run with it.
Sweet as a nut.
Whoever it is, make it short.
Listen, that's the lady's daughter, Pam, and her hubby.
(PEOPLE SHOUT INDISTINCTLY) Head them off the pass.
I need a few minutes.
What have you got? Severe lacerations of the vagina, so they think that she was penetrated by an object.
What sort of object? Something blunt.
The doctor asked her, but he couldn't get an answer.
She's still in shock.
Now, she won't accept this has happened to her, and it might be hard to get her talking.
The Goose is running over the house now, so if it's there, they won't know what he's looking at.
So it's up to you.
If I can't win her over, you'll have to give her your best shot.
OK.
How are you, Peter? I've had better days, Betty.
You know Cath.
James? I've just been to see him.
He's sleeping.
They're doing everything they can.
He should be OK.
They're looking after you, Betty? Is there anything you need? Has Pam been? Yes, she's outside.
Don't worry.
This may not seem like the right time, but there are things that we must know.
I don't want anyone to learn about this.
I I don't want to be a witness.
I'm not getting up in a court.
If you don't want to, you don't have to.
That's fine.
Most important thing is that we must look after your welfare.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop what happened.
I'm sorry I let you and James down.
But it's out of your control.
We have to ask you questions.
We need your answers.
Can you tell me what happened tonight? I Were you and James home alone? Pam and Tony came over for dinner.
And what time did they leave? About 11:00.
How soon after they had left were you attacked? They'd just gone.
Betty, you were assaulted with something.
What was it? I I don't know.
Was it the same men who came into your house as last time? I don't know.
Did it sound like the same men as last time? I don't know.
Were they wearing masks? Those horror ones.
I remember them.
PETER: What else, Betty? The doorbell rang.
Voice outside.
The dog barked.
Mitzy's dead, isn't she? The voice was friendly.
He said it was the police.
That Peter Faithful sent them.
I'm sorry, Peter.
I can't remember anything after that.
(CRIES) (SOBS) Gonna kill them when we get them.
Cast of the jaw and fangs.
Alright, well, whoever raped Betty might be sporting bite marks we can match.
Worth checking with 24-hour clinics - recent tetanus shots.
(SIGHS) Oh, come on, cheer up, Pete.
The mutt might have rabies.
(CHUCKLES) How is Mrs Arthur? Don't ask.
So, apart from a possible dog bite, you got zip.
Mate, I'm gonna stop paying my taxes.
Zip? Oh.
Nice and scientific, Andrew, but accurate.
No toolmarks on any door or window.
No readable footprints from the electrostatic lifter.
No chunks of diatomaceous soil falling out of bower boots.
And no blunt objects.
Nuh.
Biology's been sent the sample the police surgeon took, but I doubt if they'll find anything of immediate value.
I've put my 'Do this urgent or else' sticker on it.
So, you can't tell me if it was the same crooks as last time? I can't tell you if it was the same crooks as last time.
Snoozed through Apply Clairvoyancy at uni.
Um, bit of Mitzy's skull Um, fragments of wood, flecks of white paint.
Uh, judging from the shape of the wounds - nice and neat - and the nature of Betty's injuries, I'd say it's something similar to a baseball bat.
(BIRDS TWEET) Always wanted a dog.
(SIGHS) Stay.
(CHUCKLES) Pretty good, Goose - didn't move.
PETER: Now, last night's raid had a different MO.
It was horror masks, not balaclavas.
It was before midnight instead of 2am.
No sign of a forced entry, and they didn't hightail it away in the family car.
We dunno what, if anything, has been nicked, and we dunno if it was the same crooks as last time.
Bit of a coincidence.
Nothing from Forensic? Maybe they knew about James's high-tech alarm - could've come Bloke who installed it was in the job.
Runs a security business.
Ex-copper? Uh, arson squad.
He was bordered out.
He's alright, though.
He was divorced for being a second cousin.
OK, someone who knew it had been installed - a friend, neighbour, relative? Mmm.
You know what I reckon, mate? I reckon new jokers done them.
See, they got there, there was nothing to pinch.
They got really pissed off, took out their ag on Bett.
That's what I reckon.
So, what do you think? Matey, matey, oh, OK.
We know some burglars get aroused - anything from wanking over a victim to having a sly shit in the undie drawer.
Bit unusual doing the grunt-and-groan bit while hubby's home, but it's not sex they're after, it's power.
The squad's searching through the shit-on-site files.
Maybe we might pick it up in an email.
Right, it's either new guys or our old crew.
Let's work it out.
So, what's this? Cancer sticks behind the shed? Yeah, one more exhale, I'm citing him for passive smoking.
I'm needing more manpower for the next round of doorknocks.
Yeah? Who have you got so far? You're looking at it.
I figure 20 minutes per house, four doors an hour - I'll be back around lunchtime next month, I reckon, mate.
Just leave it with me.
Good onya.
Let's go.
And I'll bring that one out to you.
Listen, boss, two months since the ag burg started, we're at a stalemate - still no closer to finding out who's behind them.
Are you sure you're doing what you've gotta do? Horse-trading with the dealers? What do you think we've been doing, sitting on our arses? The thought never crossed my mind.
Whether you or the press like it, we'll have to start shaking the tree.
We'll have to start turning over bad guys.
Uncompromising rage - just get flak from every crook you scorch.
It's been suggested the crash-and-bang days are a thing of the past.
Did seem to cause a deal of unhappiness.
Well, I'm prepared to weather that We'll debate this at another time.
You know that Peter's still a man under strength? They're having trouble with the documentation.
They're playing catch-up football.
Can I have the Bear? No.
Bear's tied up with the heavy domestics.
It's hard to be artistic, flamboyant and reckless when you're being snowed under.
There's a couple of blokes in for our vacancy.
I'll cut the red tape, get someone seconded.
Someone'll slot straight in.
(BEEP!) I'll run it upstairs.
Ta, mate.
Anything? If it wasn't for jelly-knees upstairs, we might've had some backup weeks ago.
Squeeze their limp cocks, mate, they squeeze yours.
Gone too far - using a copper's name to gain entrance.
Offends one's sense of fair play a bit.
That's the fourth soft target in three days.
One was a drug rip-off.
Another was crooks having a fallout.
Hardly soft targets.
You rehearsing for the press conference? God's in his heaven, all's well with the world.
You might inform them we're working with 11 men - below half-strength.
No, two of them are off on stress.
And what's left of them we're squeezing dry.
Operation Riddler's put in for two.
What if I come up with a couple of names for our vacancy? Good blokes, won't take shortcuts.
Just the type Force Command reckon we need.
Call it proactive policing.
Bandaid solution.
MAN ON TV: Superintendent Wallace, how would you describe the assault on the old lady? Vicious and cowardly - beyond simply seeking money.
PETER: Onya, Wall.
MAN ON TV: Does it concern you that the offenders identified themselves as major crime detectives? PETER: Where'd they get that from? ANDREW: We're ducking bullets while we're trying to shove our Freddie under the bastards.
Not to mention some scumbag bragging about it.
WALLACE: With common sense, detectives are instructed You blokes hitting the toe? Or you gonna sit around all day? I thought we'd go out and crack a few skulls.
(CHUCKLES) Just don't roam too far.
I might have a new bloke for you.
Yeah? Who? Well, Inspector hasn't made up his mind yet.
He's still got a couple of irons in the fire.
So he hasn't Heard a whisper? Deputy Dog still thinks he's in the Secret Squirrel Society.
Yeah, well, he's doing better with the Chief Inspector.
They don't wanna give him up, so whoever he is, he must be good.
MAN: Noddy? REPORTER: Excuse me, Mr Hansen, has there been any progress? No, of course not.
And it's insane that men can walk in off the street and terrorise old people.
The police force have got Our police force allowed this to happen.
We expect more protection than we're getting.
(ANDREW LAUGHS) Well, I'm afraid some people go through life pushing doors marked 'Pull', mate.
CATH: If you could just open your mouth a little for us, Betty That's good.
Alright, now, just turn your head to the side.
Terrific.
Good.
Good girl.
Now we need to see your shoulder.
Just lift your arm up a little bit for us.
Ooh.
Oh, I'm sorry, yes.
There.
Good.
Now the back, please.
That's good.
Won't be long.
You're doing really well.
Just one more.
Right.
Just another one.
Good.
Now we need to see your thigh.
That's it.
Just pop your legs up.
Lean back.
That's it.
Good.
Down you go.
There we are.
Just put this leg down a little bit for me, please, Betty.
That's good.
You're doing really well.
That's good.
Won't be long.
(SOBS) Alright.
There, there.
It's my fault.
I should've done something.
Now, don't you dare blame yourself, Betty.
They'll come back if they know I'm talking to you.
Betty, I promise Listen to me.
I promise this will never happen again.
If it's the same men who did this, Peter will get them.
Whatever they came back for, they've got.
There's absolutely no reason for them to return.
One of them was determined to leave.
He pulled the other one away from me.
I remember it.
I felt gratitude.
He was carrying something.
Can't remember what it was.
He left with it? Yes.
James's stamps.
No, they were taken in the first raid, Betty.
Most of the stamps were, but not the best of them.
There were six others.
They were left to James years back.
It's what started him collecting.
He liked to look at them.
Who knew about these? No-one.
Clubs or collectors? Just the family.
Thanks, Darbs.
You done good.
They took stamps.
(CHUCKLES) Already done that, amigo.
Got the property list here.
Replacements? Secret stash.
One he didn't tell us about.
Sly dog.
What, are they valuable? Betty wasn't sure.
(READS) "L2 kangaroo.
L2 face value.
" What the hell do rapists know about philately? There's a bloke at the dealer's always rabbiting on about stamps.
Dave Gordon.
Bloody Gordon.
That's the one.
Right.
Gotta go for a squirt anyway, mate.
Won't be long.
Uh, Noddy, you got a sec? Yeah, come in.
Better take a seat.
This is not gonna be suitable to you.
The, uh The powers that be have decided that, uh Ernie, what are you saying? The new bloke - it's Russell Howie.
So, where's he from? Fraud squad.
(CHUCKLES) Sunshine uniform before that.
(SIGHS) Marvellous.
We need someone who can slot straight in, not someone who's gonna be a handicap.
Those blokes are trained to be longwinded and protracted.
Can't we do something about this? No, the great white chiefs already have, mate.
Well, give him to Boomer.
He's on an extortion.
Fraudie'd be great - he can make the tea.
The victim's a white collar with white-collar assets.
I'm sure he'll be good.
Give him to one of the blokes who need him.
They say fraudies never make mistakes.
Well, you're the boss.
Boss.
(PEOPLE SPEAK INDISTINCTLY, PHONES RING) Hey, Boom-Boom.
BOOMER: Yes, mate? You still got that buddy at Sunshine? Mm-hm.
Russell Howie, who was stationed there a while back - find someone in the know.
Uh, why am I sniffing? Well, he's a fraudie, and we're getting him.
Don't wanna tell me, just say so.
Don't insult my intelligence.
Here we go, mate.
Bingo.
Check this out.
Commonwealth of Australia, first issue, 1913.
Now, a single stamp is worth 10 grand.
Monogram block of six worth between 100 and 150 grand.
MAN: Shit! I collected stamps.
Wonder what my mum's done with them.
Monogram block'd be on its way OS.
No way it'd be sold locally.
PETER: So, what about individual stamps? Closest I've been is a pair a bloke tried to value a month back.
Was he a dealer? Nah.
Reckoned he had access to half a dozen.
Wanted a ballpark figure.
What, old bloke? 65? 40, if that.
Get a name? Some pig-ignorant seller comes in with the crown jewels, I ask for a name.
Uh Work number - 524-7657.
Tony Hansen.
Thanks a lot.
Pleasure.
CATH: Oh, so Hansen wakes up one morning, and decides on a bit of incestuous carnal knowledge? Oh, frog shit! ANDREW: She's not his mum, she's a prick relation.
Alright, he's got an alibi, but he lets someone in on the joke.
A couple of idiots take a bit of licence with the old girl.
Noddy, new bloke's on his way up.
Was with Murdoch at Sunshine in '88.
They're in the same angling club, and they still drown worms together.
Thanks.
Fraudies don't make mistakes, don't get in the poo.
They don't do any bloody work to get in the poo either.
Alright, according to Bett, the only people who knew about the stamps were the family.
Rechecked with the insurance company, mate - James didn't nominate actual stamps.
They were all lumped together in his general policy.
Hansen had them valued.
He knew they weren't taken in the first raid.
He knew James had installed an alarm and he knew my name.
Ergo, a suspect.
It's the best thing we've got to go on.
It's the only thing we've got to go on.
We either knock him on head, or we don't.
Right, 20% on Hansen, 80% stays on the other ag burgs.
What do you reckon, mate? Do a bit of a whip around for a sitter for the nipper? Well, my mum thinks I'm having a sordid affair.
She can't believe it's work.
Neither can I.
Do an RB check on Hansen, OK? Also, ring the number that the stamp dealer gave us.
Find out where he works, and be discreet.
Always fucking discreet.
(ANDREW CHUCKLES) CATH: There's your number.
Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful, Senior Detective Russell Howie.
He used to be in the fraud squad.
G'day.
Alright, that's Kermie.
How are you? Boomer.
Sorry.
Senior Detective Andrew Saunders.
And the bloke on the phone's Docket.
And that's Cath Darby - she's the analyst.
OK? Alright.
Boys'll look after you.
Thanks, boss.
Over here.
Crikey.
She's well after fraudie knock-off time.
BOOMER: When is the best time to commit a crime in Melbourne? 4:30, mate.
All the lifts are crammed with fraudies rushing home, and all the banks are closed.
And the managers can't get out of the building.
Hey, how do fraudies torture their crooks for a confession? Feed them warm tea and bickies after their use-by date.
(ALL CHUCKLE) RUSSELL: Jeez, I've never heard those before.
Reckon you could write them down? I wouldn't mind taking them home.
South Yarra investment company.
I spoke to a sweet thing on reception.
Hansen was retrenched two months back.
Hasn't worked since.
What do you reckon, mate? See us rooting there? Take a walk through the finances? Yeah.
Shiny arse can do an economic profile on the poor bloke, find us a motive.
Yeah, I'II, um, get on to Bank Internal Security first thing in the morning.
Didn't you make any contacts in the briefcase-and-umbrella brigade? Uh, yeah, I did, but Angry men don't pass bodgie cheques, mate.
Nothing to say to you.
PETER: I can understand that.
It's important.
We need to know if it was the same men as before.
Bit late to care, isn't it? We know they came for the stamps.
What we don't know is how they knew that you had more.
I didn't tell them, if that's what you're inferring.
Bastards! I wanted to defend my wife.
There was nothing You took my gun away.
I'd have stopped them.
Get out.
I'll come back at a time when you're feeling better.
Look, mate, if you'd had that shooter, you and Betty would've been carried out feet-first.
I'd be better off dead.
If you're out of the picture, who's the winner, then? Eh? There's a lot of people relying on you.
Betty, for one.
You want to know what those men did? Yeah.
The poor bugger arced up, so he did his missus in front of him, mate.
They planned it, right down to bringing a baseball bat.
CATH: That was number four.
Right now Stop making googly eyes at the fraudie.
Moon reckons you got Betty Arthur's statement.
It's not ready.
Any idea when? Debriefing a rape victim takes its own sweet time, alright? Well, Murdoch wants an update for Wally, and Wally wants one for the AC, and I wanna read the rude bits.
If I shoved a blunt object up your fundamental orifice, Docket, would you be talking about it? I'm not well, am I? No.
Give him a copy of my notes.
Keep the chain of command happy.
Your other half? No.
Girlfriend? Fishing partner.
(CHUCKLES) Good name for it.
(PHONE RINGS) Howie.
Oh, g'day, Sarge.
Thanks for ringing back, mate.
What? No, no, I'm on that, um that rape.
The, uh, son-in-law's shaping up to be the middleman.
Listen, you know those blokes in Bank Internal Security? Do they owe you a favour? Do you owe me a favour? Hansen's got three accounts.
He's, uh, kinda juggling money in and out of.
Righto.
His home is mortgaged to the hilt.
It's got a big overdraft.
He's a high-flyer - kids at expensive schools, BMW on the never-never.
Mmm.
It's all one-way traffic, not going out.
I reckon it'd be worth looking to see if he's had any financial dealings with other burg victims.
Darbs'll give you the names and numbers.
And while you're at it, you can crosscheck him against the other burgs we couldn't put down to our crooks.
That'll take all night and half of next week.
(CHUCKLES) You gotta have your session with the dolly bird, pal? Terence Michael Culley - gets his jollies doing over houses and assaulting old ladies.
Has been known to use a screwdriver on them.
DOCKET: Prison liaison reckons he was released two months back.
The address is good, and he's a talker.
ANDREW: What do you reckon, mate? Put the shadowers on him? Turn him over with a warrant? If they're as good as they look, I think he'II, uh, show us over the joint, help us with our inquiries.
I'll leave you to it.
Wife's got some kind of do on tonight.
My wedding anniversary, I think.
Well, you might wanna ride with us.
Might be good if he thinks the rape squad's hassling him.
(CHUCKLES) I do the work And we get the glory, mate.
CATH: Hi, Mum.
Yeah, something's come up.
Yeah, can you put Tom on for me? (LAUGHS) She's like, "Go and be mum to the job.
" My son said, "Why doesn't Mum kill all the robbers, "and then she'd come home early?" That's a good idea.
No, it's been done.
They start a Royal Commission.
Can I take the whiteboard? You got anklebiters? No, I need a little woman first.
Oh? Who's the cutie in the photo? Ooh (LAUGHS) Oh, hi, dude.
No (MAN SHOUTS) Leave me alone, you bastards! I haven't done nothing! ANDREW: Yeah, we heard it before.
Leave me alone! Major fucking crime! Jesus, what's going on here, Mr Doulton?! Some of your time, Mr Culley.
MAN: Shoes and socks off, and roll your sleeves up.
No way.
Take your shoes and socks off! Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE! NO! Scooter? How are you, mate? Yeah, mate, uh, we got a, uh, crow down Fitzroy Street.
Debbie Jenkins.
You reckon you could pick her up, put the screws on her? Yeah, well, Docket reckons she's the big alibi.
CULLEN: I wanna see a lawyer! Well, it is important, yeah.
Good onya, mate.
See ya then.
(CULLEN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) Society I'm talking about Shut up.
I don't need to be treated the way the rape squad have treated me! He the rapist? (CHUCKLES) Has he implicated Hansen? Hey, listen, uh, how did you How did you blokes do over his place without a warrant? Told you, we'd have to kill you.
How do you fraudies do it, mate? You bash in the door or something, do you? He came back of his own free will.
That little conversation you just heard Got no play.
No, he arced up when Docket tried to check him for dog bites.
He's covered in scabs, nothing fresh.
(CATH SIGHS) You got somebody to start punching with? Yeah, went down to the dungeon, pulled up an old file.
Hansen's got a juvenile car theft.
Talked to the informant? No, it was 20 years ago.
He'd be out of the job.
Hunt him up.
Ooh, could be chief super by now, mate.
Get him out of bed.
ANDREW: Alright for his missus.
Uh, Russell, listen mate, I'm about that hungry I could eat the arse out of a dead rat.
What do you reckon? What's he saying? Coffee boy? Oh, come on.
Docket tomorrow, you today.
Stop looking so cheerful, you big bloody grump.
Don't call me grumpy.
I DON'T call me grump (LAUGHS) Gotcha! (DOCKET CACKLES) Gotcha! Oh, Russell? His mole came through for him.
Peter's left his pager number.
If you come up with anything, give him a call.
They're doing a few addresses.
You know, Darbs, I got done a dozen times on seniority.
I thought the only bloody squad I was gonna get in was the fraudies, and I've been trying to get out of it ever since.
They're not gonna accept me as an equal, are they? At least you're not a woman.
Haven't sunk that low, haven't hit rock bottom.
(SIGHS) (STARTS VACUUM) (SIGHS) How do, Grumpy? Hey, you mind if I go and brush up a bit? Ran a tail on Hansen, mate.
You're in the jump seat.
DOCKET: So, what'd you find out? Well, uh, one of the victims has been to the investment company that Hansen worked for, but didn't deal directly with him.
It's a good link, though.
Alright.
Hey, mate? What? You got a wet bit just behind the earhole.
Get (ALL LAUGH) MAN: Haven't got a pot to piss in, boss.
MAN 2: No worries.
It's in the line of duty.
I'll approve it.
MAN 3: Yeah, we know that.
Car's been found to be the getaway vehicle.
Baseball bat in the back, right? Forensic's already in its way.
So you bundled him in with the lot, have you? Gee, when the fraudies lock jaws, they hang on tight.
Well, you don't have to be a thug to organise crooks.
Uh, the Hey, Noddy? You got enough for a warrant? Yeah.
Right, tap out a 465.
Moon'll tag it up for us.
Make sure the approval forms are right.
No stuff-ups at the bank.
Want them to keep their traps shut.
Fluff, let's go.
Smart-arse.
If these two are gonna kick me around the car park, I'm gonna come back and do the same to you.
Hey, Goose.
What are you up to? Getaway car.
Connies brought it in, stuck a note in the CI message book, then forgot about it.
Then the night shift played a game of baseball to relieve the boredom.
BOTH: Shit.
(LOUDLY) Well, unless it's glass, rookies can sometimes forget you can get fingerprints off it! So, is it any use? Well, I can pull a rabbit out of a hat.
You want me to pull a hare out of my bum? Pete, uh, you might wanna demonstrate what this might've been used for.
Oh, uh, I'd appreciate you not, uh, mentioning our visit.
Or what? You'll hold it as obstructing police inquiries? We're not saying Mr Hansen's involved in anything.
Keeping it nice and confidential.
Good if you do the same.
Hey, uh, we, uh we got time to get a shirt? No, mate.
We better be getting back.
One of them referred to James as 'Chief'.
I wrote it down.
Oh, good one, Bett.
Which one? I know it wasn't the blonde one.
He was with me.
Did you see his face? Did he take off his mask? Uh He had blonde hair.
I know he did.
We'll go over it with her at the house.
How would she handle that? We'd have to scrape her off the ceiling, boss.
Well, if she's seen something We got bugger-all so far.
We have been pushing it.
Well, we've all gotta be a bit tougher.
There's no point feeling sorry for her.
Gotta be cruel to be kind.
What about the "You're getting sleepy" stuff? The rape squad use hypnosis, don't they? Mm-hm.
Needs a medical referral and her consent.
She mightn't be in it, but Do it.
(CATH AND PETER TALK INDISTINCTLY) No, we can increase it That's the latest in fraudie crime-busting, boss.
See, you just hit 'Enter' there, and the crooks in the brief just tumble out the bottom.
(LAUGHS) The recession's, uh, knocked the arse out of Hansen's business ventures.
He's close to losing his house to pay off some very shady money lenders.
And, adding to that, a 20-grand repayment on a BMW that's already two months in arrears.
Like me - living beyond his means.
Yep.
But he's been whacking in five gorillas a week - it's over 30 grand.
Where's it coming from? I need a special warrant to trace the cheques.
Can you call BCI? Rustle up some shadowers? That's how it's done.
Dig, and you find it.
Do you wanna tell Mrs Arthur that we suspect her son-in-law? Sorry, Darbs, they sprung an urgent bail ap on us.
Hoping you two wouldn't make it.
It's just you and me gonna be in there.
But Betty's terrified.
Could end up with less than we started.
Seeing your glum face isn't gonna help matters either.
A month down the track, you'll be off the job, doing something else.
Good onya, mate.
WOMAN: Slow your breathing down.
Relax your arms.
Your shoulders.
A warm, comfortable feeling.
You're watching yourself on a TV screen.
It is now three nights ago.
11 pm.
You're at home.
What do you see on the screen, Betty? Nothing.
Don't try too hard.
Two men wearing masks.
Good.
Go on.
One of them's hurting me.
Quickly move forward in time.
James has been taken out of the room.
What's happening now? The one with me does nothing.
Just stands there.
Then there's a shout.
H-he grabs the back of my head, yanks my hair and pushes me towards him.
I try to push him away.
He grabs my arms, holds my hands above my head.
I I can't move.
S-something soft, sticky, touches my nose.
It smells.
He pushes my mouth onto it.
Betty I shut my mouth.
Something hard on my lips.
Fingers twisting my mouth open.
Hurting me.
He says, "Y-you'll love this, Grandma.
" (PANTS) What's happening now? He tries to take my dentures out.
S My hands above my head t- touching something rubbery.
Cold.
The man struggles.
Push away.
S-something rips (PANTS) It It's that awful mask half off.
The the face (SOBS) Mouth Nose His touch (CRIES) (SOBS) T-then he hits me.
Betty (CLAPS) I I can still see him, Cath.
(CRIES) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Know this prick? Well, 'stache will have gone, I suppose.
But, um You sent it to the rape squad? Yeah.
Can you get that circulated? Sure.
(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Hansen's in the foyer.
Eh? Bank manager must've worded him up.
We wanted to see him when it suits us, not him.
Your detectives have intimated I had something to do with raping my mother-in-law.
Please take a seat, Mr Hansen.
It's outrageous to think I could be involved in such an atrocity.
I'm Admin.
The crew dealing with the aggravated burglary isn't available at the moment.
I don't have the benefit of the investigation.
I've been to my bank - they've taken financial statements.
Was there a large sum involved in the burglary? Yes, why? Have you had large amounts going into your account? So, what of it? (CHUCKLES) Well, don't get me wrong.
I'm sure it can be explained.
It's nothing illegal.
It's just business dealings.
Oh, we may not have a problem.
Just a mix-up.
Shouldn't be too difficult to get to the bottom of it.
(GRUNTS) Come on, get into it, mate.
Don't muck around.
That's the way.
(GRUNTS) Fluff, Pete.
Just come through.
What is it? Cheque trace from the bank.
Hansen's got super for rollover - about 50 grand.
That's what he's been borrowing against.
I also got the name of his benefactor.
Better be a big-time receiver.
Hansen's been borrowing from his father-in-law.
(SIGHS) But he's still not off the hook.
He made that inquiry into stamps.
It ain't him, is it? (SIGHS) Where will it tip him when he finds you've got a set against him? (CHUCKLES) What, you reckon he'll go the toecutter? (CHUCKLES) Well, at least you went out with your guns blazing.
Noddy, Goose wants to see you.
He said please run.
Eh G'day.
Thanks.
Barbara, how are you? Good, thanks.
Biology's back with the blood test.
The dog did us a favour.
It's AB+.
Human.
Doesn't match Betty or James's.
Might be the local postie.
(CHUCKLES) But why I came over all excited was there's something weird about the red-cell count.
The sample was anaemic.
Bombard it a bit with copper X-rays, and peaks indicate lead.
Normal, not normal? Mm-hm.
There's a lot of lead in this blood.
(CHUCKLES) First it was on one of the burglar's boots, now it's inside.
I'm not confused, Goose.
Mmm, mmm.
It's the same bloke.
I'd hate to run with it in court, but I don't believe in coincidences.
You're chasing two crooks, not four.
The ag burglars came back.
Much as I'd like to plug that bastard full of lead, he's doing that himself.
(BIRDS TWEET) He must be ingesting the stuff.
Look, he'd have pyorrhoea, bleeding gums, um, discolouration of the fingernails.
(LAUGHS) Murdoch's gonna love this, mate.
Turn over a few pubs, do a gum-and-nail inspection.
(ALL LAUGH) Look, lead poisoning often accounts for disturbances in behaviour.
Now, he might become increasingly violent.
So, it could get worse? Yeah, but there's an upside.
It'll take a while, but he's on his way out.
This wasn't just another ag burg, mate.
Some bastard sent them back on an errand to get what they missed the first time.
Reckon you got it, mate.
If you can just sign here, please, Betty And here.
We sometimes put a lot of work into leads to find that they don't have a connection.
The best that we can say is, then, that we've eliminated it.
We're not always right the first time.
Now, these crooks, they know we're coming.
They just don't know when.
(TONY CHUCKLES) Oh, why do men think that rape is having sex with someone they don't fancy? Moon.
Darby? Yeah? If you're still here in five minutes, I'm gonna give you an urgent request for a profile.
I'm gone! Take tomorrow off.
I'm rostered off! Go.
I already gave it to you.
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) ANDREW: What's this bloke doing? Adjusting the old wedding tackle? (MEN LAUGH) Mmm, not bad.
DOCKET: Great set of bazoomas, boss.
I'm talking about the fish.
ANDREW: We all reckon she'd be a pretty enterprising little root.
What do you reckon, boss? That's my wife.
Shit.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
It was a great night.
Pick you up on Saturday? Oh, maybe.
Come on, a day at the footy'll do you good.
Anyway, thanks.
Goodnight, Tony.
'Night, Betty.
Goodnight, my dear.
Now, inside.
It's freezing! Love to Robbie and Rebecca.
(BEEP!) Should go to the footy instead of moping around here, I suppose.
Hiya, Mitz.
(GRUNTS) (DOORBELL RINGS) Pam's forgotten something.
(DOG BARKS) Ah, Mitz.
Who's there? MAN: Mr Arthur? Police, Mr Arthur.
Peter Faithful, sir.
(BEEP!) Ah! (BETTY SCREAMS) (ALL SCREAM INDISTINCTLY) Get out of my house! (MOANS) (SCREAMS) Where are the stamps?! Where's your good gear?! Get out of my house! Bring Grandma in here! You gonna show me where they are?! Leave me alone! (BETTY SCREAMS) I'm not gonna ask you again! No! No?! Bad move! Bad move! Do the bitch! Get down here! (BIRDS TWEET) Geezer's having a lend of us! Come on, Grandad.
Take a peek.
No! No! What? You better not dick me around! What?! (MOANS) (GROANS) Ahh! (BETTY GAGS) Got 'em! GOT 'EM! Oh, shit! (BETTY WAILS) Come on, I got 'em! Ahh! Ahh! Keep it shut, lady! We'll come back Come on! Come on! (GIGGLES MANIACALLY) (PHONE RINGS) (MAN SIGHS) Hello? Oh, boss, I'm up to my neck in something at the minute.
You're kidding.
Get lan Cochrane from Forensic there, will you? (HELICOPTER ROTOR WHIRRS) If it's as bad as last time, maybe the old bloke carked it, mate.
Crime 495 out at your last.
MAN ON RADIO: Roger.
MAN: Uh, Inspector? Simmo, we just got the word, mate.
Yeah, but I got a midnight deadline.
You gotta give us about half an hour.
Half an hour's too late.
OK, well, make it quick, can you? OK, well, what do you know that's happening so far? Well, it's an aggravated burglary - reported.
So we haven't investigated it yet.
So that's all the details we know.
MAN: Yeah, I'll send the connie down now.
She'll be about half an hour.
The others just arrived.
Talk to you later.
(HANGS UP PHONE) Dave Moss, Prahran.
G'day.
Peter Faithful.
I did the first ag burg here a month ago.
So, what happened? Well, the owners were gone when I got here.
The van crew reckoned they were flogged something fierce.
No sign of ransacking.
And the old lady's been raped.
Bullshit.
You're kidding me.
No.
Look, I wasn't sure what to do, so I rang the rape squad.
Um, they're en route to Mrs Arthur, how bad is she? Well, connie reckon she'll be fine.
It's the old bloke they were frantic about.
He's real bad - unconscious.
Darbs, quick.
Yeah, which hospital? Uh, Monash You the first here? Yeah.
Did the old lady say if they were the same crooks as last time? Didn't say anything.
Just sat there, holding the bloke's hand.
No sign of forced entry.
So how'd they get in? Front door shut, not locked.
Alarm switched off.
Back secure.
No windows forced.
What were they after? There's not a lot left here to take.
Payback.
Dave, wasn't it? We'll do the job.
If you can just give us a couple hours, grab some of the uniformed guys, do a house-to-house.
Make sure you do it real good.
No problem.
Uh, Andrew'll show you what to print.
Yeah, first off in the kitchen there.
We just got tangled in the roadblock.
Well, all hell's broken loose.
What's happened to the Arthurs? They're not here.
Come and have a look at this, mate.
Sleeping on the job again.
Looks like it had a go at one of them, got one for its troubles.
Hope he ripped his balls off.
Nothing like a dead dog to make your night, eh, Goose? This one's still breathing.
Just.
Eh, better be bagged and photographed.
Not if she bit someone.
The more it bleeds, the less I get.
What's say I take the poor little bugger out the back and top it? Only contaminate it with powder residue.
Get D24 to wake up a vet.
Move.
(ELECTRONIC BEEPING) WOMAN: They're worried about a brain haemorrhage, and his heart's not strong.
There is the chance that he's not gonna make it.
Can I leave the connie here? Yes, of course.
When he wakes up, you ask him what happened, how they got in and what they wanted, and was it the same crooks.
And you write it down.
Oral, anal, vaginal, fingernail scrapings, blood samples and clothes.
Now, who gets him? I do.
No photographs.
Not tonight - she's not ready for that.
Betty? I could only manage a few seconds with her 'cause they took her away.
Noddy? You dealing with this? How you going, Col? Sorry to piss you off, but that's out second time round.
We'll run with it.
Sweet as a nut.
Whoever it is, make it short.
Listen, that's the lady's daughter, Pam, and her hubby.
(PEOPLE SHOUT INDISTINCTLY) Head them off the pass.
I need a few minutes.
What have you got? Severe lacerations of the vagina, so they think that she was penetrated by an object.
What sort of object? Something blunt.
The doctor asked her, but he couldn't get an answer.
She's still in shock.
Now, she won't accept this has happened to her, and it might be hard to get her talking.
The Goose is running over the house now, so if it's there, they won't know what he's looking at.
So it's up to you.
If I can't win her over, you'll have to give her your best shot.
OK.
How are you, Peter? I've had better days, Betty.
You know Cath.
James? I've just been to see him.
He's sleeping.
They're doing everything they can.
He should be OK.
They're looking after you, Betty? Is there anything you need? Has Pam been? Yes, she's outside.
Don't worry.
This may not seem like the right time, but there are things that we must know.
I don't want anyone to learn about this.
I I don't want to be a witness.
I'm not getting up in a court.
If you don't want to, you don't have to.
That's fine.
Most important thing is that we must look after your welfare.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop what happened.
I'm sorry I let you and James down.
But it's out of your control.
We have to ask you questions.
We need your answers.
Can you tell me what happened tonight? I Were you and James home alone? Pam and Tony came over for dinner.
And what time did they leave? About 11:00.
How soon after they had left were you attacked? They'd just gone.
Betty, you were assaulted with something.
What was it? I I don't know.
Was it the same men who came into your house as last time? I don't know.
Did it sound like the same men as last time? I don't know.
Were they wearing masks? Those horror ones.
I remember them.
PETER: What else, Betty? The doorbell rang.
Voice outside.
The dog barked.
Mitzy's dead, isn't she? The voice was friendly.
He said it was the police.
That Peter Faithful sent them.
I'm sorry, Peter.
I can't remember anything after that.
(CRIES) (SOBS) Gonna kill them when we get them.
Cast of the jaw and fangs.
Alright, well, whoever raped Betty might be sporting bite marks we can match.
Worth checking with 24-hour clinics - recent tetanus shots.
(SIGHS) Oh, come on, cheer up, Pete.
The mutt might have rabies.
(CHUCKLES) How is Mrs Arthur? Don't ask.
So, apart from a possible dog bite, you got zip.
Mate, I'm gonna stop paying my taxes.
Zip? Oh.
Nice and scientific, Andrew, but accurate.
No toolmarks on any door or window.
No readable footprints from the electrostatic lifter.
No chunks of diatomaceous soil falling out of bower boots.
And no blunt objects.
Nuh.
Biology's been sent the sample the police surgeon took, but I doubt if they'll find anything of immediate value.
I've put my 'Do this urgent or else' sticker on it.
So, you can't tell me if it was the same crooks as last time? I can't tell you if it was the same crooks as last time.
Snoozed through Apply Clairvoyancy at uni.
Um, bit of Mitzy's skull Um, fragments of wood, flecks of white paint.
Uh, judging from the shape of the wounds - nice and neat - and the nature of Betty's injuries, I'd say it's something similar to a baseball bat.
(BIRDS TWEET) Always wanted a dog.
(SIGHS) Stay.
(CHUCKLES) Pretty good, Goose - didn't move.
PETER: Now, last night's raid had a different MO.
It was horror masks, not balaclavas.
It was before midnight instead of 2am.
No sign of a forced entry, and they didn't hightail it away in the family car.
We dunno what, if anything, has been nicked, and we dunno if it was the same crooks as last time.
Bit of a coincidence.
Nothing from Forensic? Maybe they knew about James's high-tech alarm - could've come Bloke who installed it was in the job.
Runs a security business.
Ex-copper? Uh, arson squad.
He was bordered out.
He's alright, though.
He was divorced for being a second cousin.
OK, someone who knew it had been installed - a friend, neighbour, relative? Mmm.
You know what I reckon, mate? I reckon new jokers done them.
See, they got there, there was nothing to pinch.
They got really pissed off, took out their ag on Bett.
That's what I reckon.
So, what do you think? Matey, matey, oh, OK.
We know some burglars get aroused - anything from wanking over a victim to having a sly shit in the undie drawer.
Bit unusual doing the grunt-and-groan bit while hubby's home, but it's not sex they're after, it's power.
The squad's searching through the shit-on-site files.
Maybe we might pick it up in an email.
Right, it's either new guys or our old crew.
Let's work it out.
So, what's this? Cancer sticks behind the shed? Yeah, one more exhale, I'm citing him for passive smoking.
I'm needing more manpower for the next round of doorknocks.
Yeah? Who have you got so far? You're looking at it.
I figure 20 minutes per house, four doors an hour - I'll be back around lunchtime next month, I reckon, mate.
Just leave it with me.
Good onya.
Let's go.
And I'll bring that one out to you.
Listen, boss, two months since the ag burg started, we're at a stalemate - still no closer to finding out who's behind them.
Are you sure you're doing what you've gotta do? Horse-trading with the dealers? What do you think we've been doing, sitting on our arses? The thought never crossed my mind.
Whether you or the press like it, we'll have to start shaking the tree.
We'll have to start turning over bad guys.
Uncompromising rage - just get flak from every crook you scorch.
It's been suggested the crash-and-bang days are a thing of the past.
Did seem to cause a deal of unhappiness.
Well, I'm prepared to weather that We'll debate this at another time.
You know that Peter's still a man under strength? They're having trouble with the documentation.
They're playing catch-up football.
Can I have the Bear? No.
Bear's tied up with the heavy domestics.
It's hard to be artistic, flamboyant and reckless when you're being snowed under.
There's a couple of blokes in for our vacancy.
I'll cut the red tape, get someone seconded.
Someone'll slot straight in.
(BEEP!) I'll run it upstairs.
Ta, mate.
Anything? If it wasn't for jelly-knees upstairs, we might've had some backup weeks ago.
Squeeze their limp cocks, mate, they squeeze yours.
Gone too far - using a copper's name to gain entrance.
Offends one's sense of fair play a bit.
That's the fourth soft target in three days.
One was a drug rip-off.
Another was crooks having a fallout.
Hardly soft targets.
You rehearsing for the press conference? God's in his heaven, all's well with the world.
You might inform them we're working with 11 men - below half-strength.
No, two of them are off on stress.
And what's left of them we're squeezing dry.
Operation Riddler's put in for two.
What if I come up with a couple of names for our vacancy? Good blokes, won't take shortcuts.
Just the type Force Command reckon we need.
Call it proactive policing.
Bandaid solution.
MAN ON TV: Superintendent Wallace, how would you describe the assault on the old lady? Vicious and cowardly - beyond simply seeking money.
PETER: Onya, Wall.
MAN ON TV: Does it concern you that the offenders identified themselves as major crime detectives? PETER: Where'd they get that from? ANDREW: We're ducking bullets while we're trying to shove our Freddie under the bastards.
Not to mention some scumbag bragging about it.
WALLACE: With common sense, detectives are instructed You blokes hitting the toe? Or you gonna sit around all day? I thought we'd go out and crack a few skulls.
(CHUCKLES) Just don't roam too far.
I might have a new bloke for you.
Yeah? Who? Well, Inspector hasn't made up his mind yet.
He's still got a couple of irons in the fire.
So he hasn't Heard a whisper? Deputy Dog still thinks he's in the Secret Squirrel Society.
Yeah, well, he's doing better with the Chief Inspector.
They don't wanna give him up, so whoever he is, he must be good.
MAN: Noddy? REPORTER: Excuse me, Mr Hansen, has there been any progress? No, of course not.
And it's insane that men can walk in off the street and terrorise old people.
The police force have got Our police force allowed this to happen.
We expect more protection than we're getting.
(ANDREW LAUGHS) Well, I'm afraid some people go through life pushing doors marked 'Pull', mate.
CATH: If you could just open your mouth a little for us, Betty That's good.
Alright, now, just turn your head to the side.
Terrific.
Good.
Good girl.
Now we need to see your shoulder.
Just lift your arm up a little bit for us.
Ooh.
Oh, I'm sorry, yes.
There.
Good.
Now the back, please.
That's good.
Won't be long.
You're doing really well.
Just one more.
Right.
Just another one.
Good.
Now we need to see your thigh.
That's it.
Just pop your legs up.
Lean back.
That's it.
Good.
Down you go.
There we are.
Just put this leg down a little bit for me, please, Betty.
That's good.
You're doing really well.
That's good.
Won't be long.
(SOBS) Alright.
There, there.
It's my fault.
I should've done something.
Now, don't you dare blame yourself, Betty.
They'll come back if they know I'm talking to you.
Betty, I promise Listen to me.
I promise this will never happen again.
If it's the same men who did this, Peter will get them.
Whatever they came back for, they've got.
There's absolutely no reason for them to return.
One of them was determined to leave.
He pulled the other one away from me.
I remember it.
I felt gratitude.
He was carrying something.
Can't remember what it was.
He left with it? Yes.
James's stamps.
No, they were taken in the first raid, Betty.
Most of the stamps were, but not the best of them.
There were six others.
They were left to James years back.
It's what started him collecting.
He liked to look at them.
Who knew about these? No-one.
Clubs or collectors? Just the family.
Thanks, Darbs.
You done good.
They took stamps.
(CHUCKLES) Already done that, amigo.
Got the property list here.
Replacements? Secret stash.
One he didn't tell us about.
Sly dog.
What, are they valuable? Betty wasn't sure.
(READS) "L2 kangaroo.
L2 face value.
" What the hell do rapists know about philately? There's a bloke at the dealer's always rabbiting on about stamps.
Dave Gordon.
Bloody Gordon.
That's the one.
Right.
Gotta go for a squirt anyway, mate.
Won't be long.
Uh, Noddy, you got a sec? Yeah, come in.
Better take a seat.
This is not gonna be suitable to you.
The, uh The powers that be have decided that, uh Ernie, what are you saying? The new bloke - it's Russell Howie.
So, where's he from? Fraud squad.
(CHUCKLES) Sunshine uniform before that.
(SIGHS) Marvellous.
We need someone who can slot straight in, not someone who's gonna be a handicap.
Those blokes are trained to be longwinded and protracted.
Can't we do something about this? No, the great white chiefs already have, mate.
Well, give him to Boomer.
He's on an extortion.
Fraudie'd be great - he can make the tea.
The victim's a white collar with white-collar assets.
I'm sure he'll be good.
Give him to one of the blokes who need him.
They say fraudies never make mistakes.
Well, you're the boss.
Boss.
(PEOPLE SPEAK INDISTINCTLY, PHONES RING) Hey, Boom-Boom.
BOOMER: Yes, mate? You still got that buddy at Sunshine? Mm-hm.
Russell Howie, who was stationed there a while back - find someone in the know.
Uh, why am I sniffing? Well, he's a fraudie, and we're getting him.
Don't wanna tell me, just say so.
Don't insult my intelligence.
Here we go, mate.
Bingo.
Check this out.
Commonwealth of Australia, first issue, 1913.
Now, a single stamp is worth 10 grand.
Monogram block of six worth between 100 and 150 grand.
MAN: Shit! I collected stamps.
Wonder what my mum's done with them.
Monogram block'd be on its way OS.
No way it'd be sold locally.
PETER: So, what about individual stamps? Closest I've been is a pair a bloke tried to value a month back.
Was he a dealer? Nah.
Reckoned he had access to half a dozen.
Wanted a ballpark figure.
What, old bloke? 65? 40, if that.
Get a name? Some pig-ignorant seller comes in with the crown jewels, I ask for a name.
Uh Work number - 524-7657.
Tony Hansen.
Thanks a lot.
Pleasure.
CATH: Oh, so Hansen wakes up one morning, and decides on a bit of incestuous carnal knowledge? Oh, frog shit! ANDREW: She's not his mum, she's a prick relation.
Alright, he's got an alibi, but he lets someone in on the joke.
A couple of idiots take a bit of licence with the old girl.
Noddy, new bloke's on his way up.
Was with Murdoch at Sunshine in '88.
They're in the same angling club, and they still drown worms together.
Thanks.
Fraudies don't make mistakes, don't get in the poo.
They don't do any bloody work to get in the poo either.
Alright, according to Bett, the only people who knew about the stamps were the family.
Rechecked with the insurance company, mate - James didn't nominate actual stamps.
They were all lumped together in his general policy.
Hansen had them valued.
He knew they weren't taken in the first raid.
He knew James had installed an alarm and he knew my name.
Ergo, a suspect.
It's the best thing we've got to go on.
It's the only thing we've got to go on.
We either knock him on head, or we don't.
Right, 20% on Hansen, 80% stays on the other ag burgs.
What do you reckon, mate? Do a bit of a whip around for a sitter for the nipper? Well, my mum thinks I'm having a sordid affair.
She can't believe it's work.
Neither can I.
Do an RB check on Hansen, OK? Also, ring the number that the stamp dealer gave us.
Find out where he works, and be discreet.
Always fucking discreet.
(ANDREW CHUCKLES) CATH: There's your number.
Detective Sergeant Peter Faithful, Senior Detective Russell Howie.
He used to be in the fraud squad.
G'day.
Alright, that's Kermie.
How are you? Boomer.
Sorry.
Senior Detective Andrew Saunders.
And the bloke on the phone's Docket.
And that's Cath Darby - she's the analyst.
OK? Alright.
Boys'll look after you.
Thanks, boss.
Over here.
Crikey.
She's well after fraudie knock-off time.
BOOMER: When is the best time to commit a crime in Melbourne? 4:30, mate.
All the lifts are crammed with fraudies rushing home, and all the banks are closed.
And the managers can't get out of the building.
Hey, how do fraudies torture their crooks for a confession? Feed them warm tea and bickies after their use-by date.
(ALL CHUCKLE) RUSSELL: Jeez, I've never heard those before.
Reckon you could write them down? I wouldn't mind taking them home.
South Yarra investment company.
I spoke to a sweet thing on reception.
Hansen was retrenched two months back.
Hasn't worked since.
What do you reckon, mate? See us rooting there? Take a walk through the finances? Yeah.
Shiny arse can do an economic profile on the poor bloke, find us a motive.
Yeah, I'II, um, get on to Bank Internal Security first thing in the morning.
Didn't you make any contacts in the briefcase-and-umbrella brigade? Uh, yeah, I did, but Angry men don't pass bodgie cheques, mate.
Nothing to say to you.
PETER: I can understand that.
It's important.
We need to know if it was the same men as before.
Bit late to care, isn't it? We know they came for the stamps.
What we don't know is how they knew that you had more.
I didn't tell them, if that's what you're inferring.
Bastards! I wanted to defend my wife.
There was nothing You took my gun away.
I'd have stopped them.
Get out.
I'll come back at a time when you're feeling better.
Look, mate, if you'd had that shooter, you and Betty would've been carried out feet-first.
I'd be better off dead.
If you're out of the picture, who's the winner, then? Eh? There's a lot of people relying on you.
Betty, for one.
You want to know what those men did? Yeah.
The poor bugger arced up, so he did his missus in front of him, mate.
They planned it, right down to bringing a baseball bat.
CATH: That was number four.
Right now Stop making googly eyes at the fraudie.
Moon reckons you got Betty Arthur's statement.
It's not ready.
Any idea when? Debriefing a rape victim takes its own sweet time, alright? Well, Murdoch wants an update for Wally, and Wally wants one for the AC, and I wanna read the rude bits.
If I shoved a blunt object up your fundamental orifice, Docket, would you be talking about it? I'm not well, am I? No.
Give him a copy of my notes.
Keep the chain of command happy.
Your other half? No.
Girlfriend? Fishing partner.
(CHUCKLES) Good name for it.
(PHONE RINGS) Howie.
Oh, g'day, Sarge.
Thanks for ringing back, mate.
What? No, no, I'm on that, um that rape.
The, uh, son-in-law's shaping up to be the middleman.
Listen, you know those blokes in Bank Internal Security? Do they owe you a favour? Do you owe me a favour? Hansen's got three accounts.
He's, uh, kinda juggling money in and out of.
Righto.
His home is mortgaged to the hilt.
It's got a big overdraft.
He's a high-flyer - kids at expensive schools, BMW on the never-never.
Mmm.
It's all one-way traffic, not going out.
I reckon it'd be worth looking to see if he's had any financial dealings with other burg victims.
Darbs'll give you the names and numbers.
And while you're at it, you can crosscheck him against the other burgs we couldn't put down to our crooks.
That'll take all night and half of next week.
(CHUCKLES) You gotta have your session with the dolly bird, pal? Terence Michael Culley - gets his jollies doing over houses and assaulting old ladies.
Has been known to use a screwdriver on them.
DOCKET: Prison liaison reckons he was released two months back.
The address is good, and he's a talker.
ANDREW: What do you reckon, mate? Put the shadowers on him? Turn him over with a warrant? If they're as good as they look, I think he'II, uh, show us over the joint, help us with our inquiries.
I'll leave you to it.
Wife's got some kind of do on tonight.
My wedding anniversary, I think.
Well, you might wanna ride with us.
Might be good if he thinks the rape squad's hassling him.
(CHUCKLES) I do the work And we get the glory, mate.
CATH: Hi, Mum.
Yeah, something's come up.
Yeah, can you put Tom on for me? (LAUGHS) She's like, "Go and be mum to the job.
" My son said, "Why doesn't Mum kill all the robbers, "and then she'd come home early?" That's a good idea.
No, it's been done.
They start a Royal Commission.
Can I take the whiteboard? You got anklebiters? No, I need a little woman first.
Oh? Who's the cutie in the photo? Ooh (LAUGHS) Oh, hi, dude.
No (MAN SHOUTS) Leave me alone, you bastards! I haven't done nothing! ANDREW: Yeah, we heard it before.
Leave me alone! Major fucking crime! Jesus, what's going on here, Mr Doulton?! Some of your time, Mr Culley.
MAN: Shoes and socks off, and roll your sleeves up.
No way.
Take your shoes and socks off! Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE! NO! Scooter? How are you, mate? Yeah, mate, uh, we got a, uh, crow down Fitzroy Street.
Debbie Jenkins.
You reckon you could pick her up, put the screws on her? Yeah, well, Docket reckons she's the big alibi.
CULLEN: I wanna see a lawyer! Well, it is important, yeah.
Good onya, mate.
See ya then.
(CULLEN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) Society I'm talking about Shut up.
I don't need to be treated the way the rape squad have treated me! He the rapist? (CHUCKLES) Has he implicated Hansen? Hey, listen, uh, how did you How did you blokes do over his place without a warrant? Told you, we'd have to kill you.
How do you fraudies do it, mate? You bash in the door or something, do you? He came back of his own free will.
That little conversation you just heard Got no play.
No, he arced up when Docket tried to check him for dog bites.
He's covered in scabs, nothing fresh.
(CATH SIGHS) You got somebody to start punching with? Yeah, went down to the dungeon, pulled up an old file.
Hansen's got a juvenile car theft.
Talked to the informant? No, it was 20 years ago.
He'd be out of the job.
Hunt him up.
Ooh, could be chief super by now, mate.
Get him out of bed.
ANDREW: Alright for his missus.
Uh, Russell, listen mate, I'm about that hungry I could eat the arse out of a dead rat.
What do you reckon? What's he saying? Coffee boy? Oh, come on.
Docket tomorrow, you today.
Stop looking so cheerful, you big bloody grump.
Don't call me grumpy.
I DON'T call me grump (LAUGHS) Gotcha! (DOCKET CACKLES) Gotcha! Oh, Russell? His mole came through for him.
Peter's left his pager number.
If you come up with anything, give him a call.
They're doing a few addresses.
You know, Darbs, I got done a dozen times on seniority.
I thought the only bloody squad I was gonna get in was the fraudies, and I've been trying to get out of it ever since.
They're not gonna accept me as an equal, are they? At least you're not a woman.
Haven't sunk that low, haven't hit rock bottom.
(SIGHS) (STARTS VACUUM) (SIGHS) How do, Grumpy? Hey, you mind if I go and brush up a bit? Ran a tail on Hansen, mate.
You're in the jump seat.
DOCKET: So, what'd you find out? Well, uh, one of the victims has been to the investment company that Hansen worked for, but didn't deal directly with him.
It's a good link, though.
Alright.
Hey, mate? What? You got a wet bit just behind the earhole.
Get (ALL LAUGH) MAN: Haven't got a pot to piss in, boss.
MAN 2: No worries.
It's in the line of duty.
I'll approve it.
MAN 3: Yeah, we know that.
Car's been found to be the getaway vehicle.
Baseball bat in the back, right? Forensic's already in its way.
So you bundled him in with the lot, have you? Gee, when the fraudies lock jaws, they hang on tight.
Well, you don't have to be a thug to organise crooks.
Uh, the Hey, Noddy? You got enough for a warrant? Yeah.
Right, tap out a 465.
Moon'll tag it up for us.
Make sure the approval forms are right.
No stuff-ups at the bank.
Want them to keep their traps shut.
Fluff, let's go.
Smart-arse.
If these two are gonna kick me around the car park, I'm gonna come back and do the same to you.
Hey, Goose.
What are you up to? Getaway car.
Connies brought it in, stuck a note in the CI message book, then forgot about it.
Then the night shift played a game of baseball to relieve the boredom.
BOTH: Shit.
(LOUDLY) Well, unless it's glass, rookies can sometimes forget you can get fingerprints off it! So, is it any use? Well, I can pull a rabbit out of a hat.
You want me to pull a hare out of my bum? Pete, uh, you might wanna demonstrate what this might've been used for.
Oh, uh, I'd appreciate you not, uh, mentioning our visit.
Or what? You'll hold it as obstructing police inquiries? We're not saying Mr Hansen's involved in anything.
Keeping it nice and confidential.
Good if you do the same.
Hey, uh, we, uh we got time to get a shirt? No, mate.
We better be getting back.
One of them referred to James as 'Chief'.
I wrote it down.
Oh, good one, Bett.
Which one? I know it wasn't the blonde one.
He was with me.
Did you see his face? Did he take off his mask? Uh He had blonde hair.
I know he did.
We'll go over it with her at the house.
How would she handle that? We'd have to scrape her off the ceiling, boss.
Well, if she's seen something We got bugger-all so far.
We have been pushing it.
Well, we've all gotta be a bit tougher.
There's no point feeling sorry for her.
Gotta be cruel to be kind.
What about the "You're getting sleepy" stuff? The rape squad use hypnosis, don't they? Mm-hm.
Needs a medical referral and her consent.
She mightn't be in it, but Do it.
(CATH AND PETER TALK INDISTINCTLY) No, we can increase it That's the latest in fraudie crime-busting, boss.
See, you just hit 'Enter' there, and the crooks in the brief just tumble out the bottom.
(LAUGHS) The recession's, uh, knocked the arse out of Hansen's business ventures.
He's close to losing his house to pay off some very shady money lenders.
And, adding to that, a 20-grand repayment on a BMW that's already two months in arrears.
Like me - living beyond his means.
Yep.
But he's been whacking in five gorillas a week - it's over 30 grand.
Where's it coming from? I need a special warrant to trace the cheques.
Can you call BCI? Rustle up some shadowers? That's how it's done.
Dig, and you find it.
Do you wanna tell Mrs Arthur that we suspect her son-in-law? Sorry, Darbs, they sprung an urgent bail ap on us.
Hoping you two wouldn't make it.
It's just you and me gonna be in there.
But Betty's terrified.
Could end up with less than we started.
Seeing your glum face isn't gonna help matters either.
A month down the track, you'll be off the job, doing something else.
Good onya, mate.
WOMAN: Slow your breathing down.
Relax your arms.
Your shoulders.
A warm, comfortable feeling.
You're watching yourself on a TV screen.
It is now three nights ago.
11 pm.
You're at home.
What do you see on the screen, Betty? Nothing.
Don't try too hard.
Two men wearing masks.
Good.
Go on.
One of them's hurting me.
Quickly move forward in time.
James has been taken out of the room.
What's happening now? The one with me does nothing.
Just stands there.
Then there's a shout.
H-he grabs the back of my head, yanks my hair and pushes me towards him.
I try to push him away.
He grabs my arms, holds my hands above my head.
I I can't move.
S-something soft, sticky, touches my nose.
It smells.
He pushes my mouth onto it.
Betty I shut my mouth.
Something hard on my lips.
Fingers twisting my mouth open.
Hurting me.
He says, "Y-you'll love this, Grandma.
" (PANTS) What's happening now? He tries to take my dentures out.
S My hands above my head t- touching something rubbery.
Cold.
The man struggles.
Push away.
S-something rips (PANTS) It It's that awful mask half off.
The the face (SOBS) Mouth Nose His touch (CRIES) (SOBS) T-then he hits me.
Betty (CLAPS) I I can still see him, Cath.
(CRIES) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Know this prick? Well, 'stache will have gone, I suppose.
But, um You sent it to the rape squad? Yeah.
Can you get that circulated? Sure.
(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Hansen's in the foyer.
Eh? Bank manager must've worded him up.
We wanted to see him when it suits us, not him.
Your detectives have intimated I had something to do with raping my mother-in-law.
Please take a seat, Mr Hansen.
It's outrageous to think I could be involved in such an atrocity.
I'm Admin.
The crew dealing with the aggravated burglary isn't available at the moment.
I don't have the benefit of the investigation.
I've been to my bank - they've taken financial statements.
Was there a large sum involved in the burglary? Yes, why? Have you had large amounts going into your account? So, what of it? (CHUCKLES) Well, don't get me wrong.
I'm sure it can be explained.
It's nothing illegal.
It's just business dealings.
Oh, we may not have a problem.
Just a mix-up.
Shouldn't be too difficult to get to the bottom of it.
(GRUNTS) Come on, get into it, mate.
Don't muck around.
That's the way.
(GRUNTS) Fluff, Pete.
Just come through.
What is it? Cheque trace from the bank.
Hansen's got super for rollover - about 50 grand.
That's what he's been borrowing against.
I also got the name of his benefactor.
Better be a big-time receiver.
Hansen's been borrowing from his father-in-law.
(SIGHS) But he's still not off the hook.
He made that inquiry into stamps.
It ain't him, is it? (SIGHS) Where will it tip him when he finds you've got a set against him? (CHUCKLES) What, you reckon he'll go the toecutter? (CHUCKLES) Well, at least you went out with your guns blazing.
Noddy, Goose wants to see you.
He said please run.
Eh G'day.
Thanks.
Barbara, how are you? Good, thanks.
Biology's back with the blood test.
The dog did us a favour.
It's AB+.
Human.
Doesn't match Betty or James's.
Might be the local postie.
(CHUCKLES) But why I came over all excited was there's something weird about the red-cell count.
The sample was anaemic.
Bombard it a bit with copper X-rays, and peaks indicate lead.
Normal, not normal? Mm-hm.
There's a lot of lead in this blood.
(CHUCKLES) First it was on one of the burglar's boots, now it's inside.
I'm not confused, Goose.
Mmm, mmm.
It's the same bloke.
I'd hate to run with it in court, but I don't believe in coincidences.
You're chasing two crooks, not four.
The ag burglars came back.
Much as I'd like to plug that bastard full of lead, he's doing that himself.
(BIRDS TWEET) He must be ingesting the stuff.
Look, he'd have pyorrhoea, bleeding gums, um, discolouration of the fingernails.
(LAUGHS) Murdoch's gonna love this, mate.
Turn over a few pubs, do a gum-and-nail inspection.
(ALL LAUGH) Look, lead poisoning often accounts for disturbances in behaviour.
Now, he might become increasingly violent.
So, it could get worse? Yeah, but there's an upside.
It'll take a while, but he's on his way out.
This wasn't just another ag burg, mate.
Some bastard sent them back on an errand to get what they missed the first time.
Reckon you got it, mate.
If you can just sign here, please, Betty And here.
We sometimes put a lot of work into leads to find that they don't have a connection.
The best that we can say is, then, that we've eliminated it.
We're not always right the first time.
Now, these crooks, they know we're coming.
They just don't know when.
(TONY CHUCKLES) Oh, why do men think that rape is having sex with someone they don't fancy? Moon.
Darby? Yeah? If you're still here in five minutes, I'm gonna give you an urgent request for a profile.
I'm gone! Take tomorrow off.
I'm rostered off! Go.
I already gave it to you.
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) ANDREW: What's this bloke doing? Adjusting the old wedding tackle? (MEN LAUGH) Mmm, not bad.
DOCKET: Great set of bazoomas, boss.
I'm talking about the fish.
ANDREW: We all reckon she'd be a pretty enterprising little root.
What do you reckon, boss? That's my wife.
Shit.
(ALL CHUCKLE)