Phoenix (1992) s02e11 Episode Script

MAN: A new player on the scene.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) Unidentified white male.
30-ish.
About 165cm.
(CAMERA CLICKS) Slim build, wearing a blue jacket, blue tracksuit pants and brown moccasins.
Seems pretty friendly with Flannagan.
(CAMERA CLICKS) OVER RADIO: Heading in your direction.
Could be worth keeping an eye on.
MAN 2: Got the eyeball.
He's getting into a ute.
Numberplate unsighted.
I'm on his tail.
Numberplate, Echo Sierra Quebec, 3-7-6.
He's turning right into Victoria Street.
Here comes Inspector Gadget.
DARBY: Oh, at last.
I'm starving.
(ALL TALK INDISTINCTLY) FAITHFUL: So, what have you got? Hoping you could tell me, mate.
MAN: How's business? MAN 2: Quiet.
Yeah, bloody oath, mate.
Well, there's no point complaining about it.
Nah.
That's what I told our friend Zach.
FAITHFUL: Go on.
MAN: lmpatient bastard.
Seen him round? No, I haven't seen him either.
Gone private, mate, you reckon? That's his business.
The job in Beaumaris - you see the papers last week? You got any outstanding orders that require filling? We've been through this before.
Yeah, yeah.
It's just I'm shooting through soon.
I was hoping to Yeah, I don't give a rat's arse what you were hoping.
Just do what you're told, Garry.
Mate, I need the bucks.
I got a customer.
Piss off.
And don't come here again.
In fact, keep your head down, or believe me, you're gonna get it knocked off.
(STOPS TAPE) Garry, eh? Seen him before? Bit of a rock ape.
What do you think, Fluff? (CHUCKLES) Check out the moccies.
Hardly a big-time bloody coke importer, mate.
Yeah, that's what we thought.
No fooling the fantastic plastics, eh? (CHUCKLES) What do you mean by that? Nothing really, mate.
Just joking.
Don't get touchy, alright? Right.
Call my shadowers off, then.
FAITHFUL: Just hang five, will you? Listen, Darbs, suspects? Nuh.
Better check him with Photo Book and Miracode.
Can you just hang five with your shadowers, mate? My boss will reckon it's a waste of resources.
Come on, Spivo.
You blokes got resources coming out of your rings.
Long as you make it quick.
Oh, Darbs, I've got a rego on that ute, for all it's worth.
Come on, mate.
MAN: Boss might have a bloody good lead.
What do you reckon? What makes you think he's one of the ag burglars? Just here, sir, in the transcript on the tape.
The job at Beaumaris - the solo ag burg? Well, odds are that he's talking about his mate Zach.
What have you told the AFP? (CHUCKLES) Well, nothing at this stage.
We figured it's a bit of a long shot, so Well, there's no point confusing the issue till we know for sure.
Look, sir, the sooner that we get our dogs on this guy, the better.
The dogs are stretched.
Give us a break, will you? If we lose this guy Look, we stand a chance of kicking a big goal here.
Rego plates are stolen.
Nothing on the photo yet.
So, how long? As long as it takes, mate.
What do you want? Miracles? Yes.
(CHUCKLES) You gonna let us run the dogs on him or not, sir? It would help to know who the hell he is.
Not if we lost him in the meantime, boss.
Come on.
MAN: No show yet, Sarge.
Still in the boozer.
What are we sitting on this shithead for? Waste of bloody time, if you ask me.
MAN ON RADIO: No-one did.
Hold your horses.
VicPol's travelling.
Oh, this could be them now.
Red Pintara? Roger that.
Now, be nice.
G'day.
How's it going? BCI.
Anything strange I should know about? No, should be right, even for you.
It's like tracking an elephant through snow.
Hang on.
That's him.
DARBY: McKinnon, Garry Francis.
29/05/61.
Prior conviction for using a drug of dependence in 1983.
Only other conviction was for theft in 1987.
He served eight months.
That was in South Australia.
Known associates? A few druggies, that's all.
Nod, who do, uh who do shitpots hang around with? Other shitpots.
Ah.
He's also a suspect in a service station shooting, Wodonga, 1986.
MAN: Likes to get around.
Listen, Darbs, get on to the informer, will you? Find out what he has to say.
Thanks.
Oh, he's still on the move.
OK.
WOMAN OVER RADIO: doing 20 clicks.
I got lots of cover.
What's your concern with this guy? Oh, theft, bit of a handle.
Nothing compared to what you blokes are normally interested in.
You got a name? We're working on it.
WOMAN: Target's completing the turn.
Heading for the nest, by the looks.
I got one for cover.
Making a lefty.
I'll cruise on by, park a few metres down.
(CAMERA CLICKS) Getting his slab out of the ute.
Going into the flat.
Home, sweet home.
Yeah, Noddy, would you listen for a second? I know you're right about this Garry bloke, but we are gonna need more.
The feds have got hundreds of pages of surveillance which have given us bugger all.
I've got a name on a tape! Mate, I'm on your side.
I'm not trying to figure out ways this can't be done.
But when we do it, we'll do it properly so there are no bad repercussions.
OK.
It's just that I want the prick.
I know you do.
Now, you got the cake.
It's coming up nicely.
Just get me the icing, right? Then I'll get the warrant easier, and no-one gets egg on their face.
So, what do you want? I want something to get me excited.
Well, I'd better talk to your ex-wife.
Don't waste your time.
Let's go back over it.
Looks like the missus is home.
(CAMERA CLICKS) Isn't that sweet? She's got a mother's little helper.
Domestic bliss.
Girl's about 25.
Light brown hair.
About 160cm.
Slight build.
She's finished her chores, Grumpy.
Yeah, so is he still inside? No movement at the station, mate.
Is that with an 'E' or an 'A'? Great.
Thank you very much.
Bingo! Graham Moffat! Russell Howie.
Pleased to meet you.
(CHUCKLES) Noddy! Hey, Noddy.
Yeah? Graham Moffat? Come on, sweetheart.
You're the one with the computer.
Remind us.
That's the stolen ID.
Graham Moffat's Medicare card was used to hock the Rolex in the McGregors' ag burg.
But it's also the name used by Garry to rent his flat.
Alright, you excited now? You got icing, cake, streamers, balloons, the whole box and dice.
Now I get the warrant.
Whose birthday is it? Yours, mate.
Has this got something to do with our importation? Uh, I don't think there's a link.
No.
If it did, we'd fill you in, mate.
Come on.
We're just gonna have a bit of a briefing, mate.
Is that alright? Yeah.
No worries.
Grump? Get on to the dogs, get an intelligence report of windows, doors, construction - everything we might be able to use for a briefing prior to the raid.
Darbs, can you get on to the council about the flat? Yes, doing that now.
Thanks.
Righto, boys, let's get ready for a raid.
Mate, let's bloody do it.
Hi, Barb.
Thanks.
Hey.
Guys, uh, what are you doing at 5:00 tomorrow morning? Uh, Noddy wants to know what we're doing at 5:00 tomorrow morning.
Snoring.
(CHUCKLES) Not anymore.
(CAMERA CLICKS) FAITHFUL: Righto, guys, it's a, um it's a row of shops in Stanley Street, in Richmond.
First-floor dwelling.
There's a, uh a flat below that's currently unoccupied.
The entrance is via Kent Street, which runs between Stanley and Morris.
Metal stairs at the back.
It's fairly narrow access.
Got one, um one door - solid wood.
Wooden frame.
And, uh, that leads into a kitchen area.
Now, we haven't had anyone inside, but the council plans say the layout is a living room at the front, bathroom to the left, long hall that runs the length of the street past a kitchen to two adjoining bedrooms at the rear.
Fish? Yeah, mate? Mate, if you can take the western side of the building Boom-Boom, mate, if you could take the front BOOMER: Right.
Now, he's used sawn-off shotty with the ag burgs.
He was suspected of shooting a service station attendant in 1986.
So, that makes it a level two force search.
You must assume he'll be armed.
Right, now, the senior sergeant will be hammering the door.
He's gonna show us how the SOG-ies do it.
(ALL LAUGH) So, let's watch and learn.
Alright, now, the entry order will be Fluff, myself, Russell, Docket and Moon.
McKinnon has got priors - theft and drugs.
He did some time in South Australia.
He's, uh, used violence on his victims, usually oldies.
So let's just be careful, OK? What about the stolen property? Stuff we haven't recovered yet? Righto, Grump'll give you a list.
Now, odds are the cupboard's bare.
McKinnon's been crying poor.
MOON: There's bound to be some evidence to link him through to the aggravated burglaries.
Keep your eyes open.
FAITHFUL: Carol, Goose, we're getting to the principal exchange, if you could assist us, please.
Thanks, Peter.
As you can see from the list, we're looking for gunk, fibres, shoes to match the prints we've lifted, pair of pigskin gloves, tools of the trade - jemmy, screwdriver.
It's all there.
Try not to contaminate the place too much.
FAITHFUL: Carol, lan, thank you.
Once the premises are secured, you'll be in, and lan and Carol will be coordinating the search inside.
And, Russ, if you can be the logkeeper HOWIE: Yeah.
Right, guys, we'll tool up at the Safeway car park here.
There's the 'Melways' reference, and it's in Leonard Street.
Oh, there's one other thing.
There's an unidentified female - probably her place.
And consequently Darbs will be coming along to assist us.
Mmm, not bad.
Why don't I take care of her? That hour of the morning, she might be wanting it.
(CHUCKLES) Not from you, you ugly bastard.
Men with big mouths, they got small dicks.
(ALL CHUCKLE) (LAUGHS) You need bloody glasses, Docket.
(ALL LAUGH) In position, Fish.
FISH OVER RADIO: Roger.
Boom-Boom? BOOMER OVER RADIO: Ready.
SAUNDERS: Bloody thing opens inwards! Police! Don't move! Don't move! Police! Shit! Garry, what is it?! It's Flannagan.
Who's Flannagan? He's gonna kill us! What's going on?! God! Garry! MAN: Let's go, let's go, let's go! Go! (ALL SHOUT) Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! WOMAN: Garry! (ALL SHOUT) Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! (BANG!) (GLASS SHATTERS) (SCREAMS) Jesus! Moony, get an ambulance! Crime 501 to VKC.
Shit.
(SIGHS) SAUNDERS: Bloody burglar's still there, mate.
How is she? She's breathing.
OK, Moon's called an ambulance.
Just get some blankets, get her warm, OK? Get her warm! What the hell happened? Shit.
Noddy, we've searched the joint.
There's no sign of McKinnon.
Well, just search it again.
Pull it apart if you have to! Fluff, what are you staring at?! Find the prick! Calm-down time for everybody.
Take a couple of deep breaths, please.
Take it easy, take it easy.
I've been on to D24.
I'm gonna ring Murdoch myself.
Now, what are we missing? This is very tacky, Moony.
This is very tacky! I am aware of that, mate.
Anything we're missing? Meet Docket in the back lane.
Listen, Noddy, we do this one by the book.
By the numbers.
That way, there's no aggro.
OK? Before the ambulance arrives, set up Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I'll keep you informed.
Right, Wall.
(BEEP!) Morning.
(GRUNTS) So, what's the story, Grump? The, uh, ambos have diagnosed a broken pelvis, suspected internal injuries, probable spinal damage.
Great.
Did you bring any good news, boss? I'm to hold the scene.
Chief Super's on the way.
FAITHFUL: So, where are you now? WOMAN OVER RADIO: We're heading back.
ETA about five minutes.
Are you sure this prick couldn't have got away before we got into position? No way.
We pulled out as soon as you pulled in.
He was there.
MURDOCH: Peter Everything alright? I see the drama in this.
Oh, I don't think so, boss.
I reckon it's pretty straight up.
What the hell happened here? We were barely inside.
She took a swan dive out the window.
Now, I reckon she's panicked.
Where's your suspect? We've had him bedded down.
Did a bloody good search too, boss.
You know what this is gonna look like when the media get hold of it.
(SIGHS) You'll be right, pal.
(PEOPLE SHOUT) WHAT?! (SIGHS) Right.
Get Goose in here as soon as IID OK's it.
Bastard slipped away while we were here! G'day, boss.
(CHUCKLES) How are you? Good to see you.
Hey, congratulations on the new appointment.
Top job, boss.
Thanks, Fluff.
Just here to observe, Inspector.
Well, who threw her out the window, Noddy? Is that what you think? It's not important what I think, is it, Sergeant? So, what have you got? DARBY: Car's been reported stolen three streets away, which is probably how McKinnon made his escape.
Now he's got nowhere to go, and he's got no money.
So he's gonna need some help.
So I've started on some addresses of some known associates.
Morning.
G'day, boss.
Word's come down - passive entry only, eh? You're kidding me.
This suspect's been known to use firearms.
Uh, we were gonna suggest a special operations group.
Out of the question, Peter.
How the hell do we confirm he's inside the bloody joint or not? Surveillance - where you knock on the door, you don't knock it down.
With respect, sir, that's insane.
Injuring innocent civilians on raids isn't catching criminals or helping our image.
We're looking like cowboys.
AC's made his decision.
No forced searches until this blows over.
It's not negotiable.
(SIGHS) FAITHFUL: Marvellous.
There are any problems, you phone the office for advice.
There'll be no more raids unless I personally take out the warrant.
And either myself or the senior sergeant will be in the vicinity when that warrant is executed.
Do you all understand what I'm saying? Peter? Yes, sir.
I think we understand what you're saying.
Knock-knock.
Anyone bloody home? MAN: Hey, Noddy? Have a look at this, mate.
Guys MAN ON TV: Superintendent Wallace, from What's this? More of the same? MAN: Yeah.
WOMAN: Inspector, do you envisage any member being charged as a result of this bungled raid? That's not for me to comment.
Will there be an inquiry into doing bungled raids on innocent civilians? Force search procedures are being reviewed.
MAN: But did they immediately identify themselves as police? Yes.
WOMAN: So how did such a disastrous situation occur? The matter is still being investigated.
It's futile pre-empting what the outcome will be, or pre-empting what took place.
Oh, things change - go from bad to worse and back again.
Sometimes they just keep getting worse.
There's been a few complaints.
Nothing like this would've happened in your day, eh, Jock? You've seen the papers.
The media's having a field day.
There's a time to act, and this is it.
No half-measures, no scapegoats.
One clean sweep.
People are going to expect it.
I don't know what happened, but I'll find out.
If there's gonna be charges arising, so be it.
That's IID's job.
If you wanna take a steel brush to the Majors, I'll do it, but I can't see any need for it at this stage.
Still feel for the old tie, Jock.
I'm not the sentimental type.
Good.
You understand what I'm saying? I understand.
But let's not have a knee-jerk reaction.
Oh, fine.
But don't forget your brief.
Clean them up, or clear them out.
(BEEP!) Thanks a lot.
DARBY: No worries.
Fish? Mate, there's that list.
Feds - now, you want this IID are adamant they interview the crew now.
They're concerned the Major will come up with a cock-and-bull story to cover their arses.
Peter and his crew are the ones who know this crook.
Yeah.
Wallace has requested IID delay their questioning until after you blokes have caught McKinnon.
Good old Wall.
Yeah, but they've knocked him back.
They wanna do it now.
Media are hot for this one, Peter.
So, where does that leave us? Up the proverbial creek.
Nah, they're gonna do the interviewing here so you can keep your finger on the pulse.
Nobody's to leave here until IID gets signed statements from everybody.
Where do you think you're going, Saunders? Just gonna evacuate the bowel, sir, if that's alright with toecutters.
You can ask them yourself.
Looks like they've finished with Moon.
MOON: I've had better days.
Have you, mate? All the men are present.
Boss, is this gonna take long? Because, uh, we've got a bit of an operation on the go here.
They've been told to investigate what happened, and you're obliged to cooperate.
Do you have a problem with that? No, sir.
Who swore the warrant for this search? I did.
Information was good.
It's a taped conversation with a suspect we believe was involved in the aggravated burglaries.
Phone intercept? It was a listening device.
May I see the original warrant for that? Well, it's with the Federal Police This is a joint task force with the Majors I was briefing you on.
The ag burgs are the fundraisers for the importation.
I think we'd better start from the beginning of this.
I want a briefing, and don't leave anything out.
OK.
Your office, Inspector? Hell of a way to be welcomed back to the squad.
SAUNDERS: What was he like as a boss? Well, he was the best.
(CHUCKLES) When he wasn't busy being a prick.
(CHUCKLES) DOCKET: He did real well in the toecutters.
Says something, don't it? Hard to get rid of the stigma.
Well, it's called a career path, I think, Docket.
Murdoch perked his, Jock didn't.
End of story.
Why do I think you're having a lend of me, Peter? Well, Gadget, that's because you're full of shit.
(ALL LAUGH) We'll do lowest rank to highest.
Leave Faithful to last.
No problem.
Would you say there was any panic this morning? Uh (CLEARS THROAT) A controlled panic.
There was a, uh a worry what might happen after the door failed to open.
And what part of the building were you covering? The lounge area.
And Detective Sergeant Faithful - he went in ahead of you? As planned, yes.
Was it planned that Faithful enter the bedroom? No.
When did you become aware that the woman had gone out of the window? Once the lounge area was secure.
Is that when you next saw Faithful? Yes.
Sir.
Where was he? Coming out of the bedroom.
You blokes mind if I smoke? I'd rather you didn't.
Sorry.
Now, you're being interviewed in relation to what happened earlier this morning.
Do I have to answer your questions? Yes.
You have been directed to me by an officer.
Am I suspected of criminal behaviour? No.
Am I being cautioned? No.
Well, am I gonna be a witness? That is a possibility.
OK.
Let's get on with it, then.
Who was first in the front door? Sergeant Faithful.
Contrary to the order of entry worked out in the briefing.
That's right.
Did Faithful say why he was going in first? Well, there wasn't much time to spend yakking about it.
The seconds we lost gaining entry could've been fatal, especially for the first bloke through the door.
You know what I mean? Mmm.
But this sudden change of plan meant that you didn't actually see what went on in the bedroom.
Is that correct? That's right.
You were too busy elsewhere? I had my hands full.
What were you doing? Well, as you blokes know, this office consists of a highly professional, functioning body of men.
CAROL: The utility was a goldmine, or should I say, leadmine.
GOOSE: Acres of dirt.
Pine needles.
Lots of gunk - all highly contaminated.
My guess - and it's only a guess - is that they used it to transport some of the stolen gear at some stage.
FAITHFUL: So with the loading and unloading, they trekked some of this mud and gunk into the back tray.
(CHUCKLES) Found this in the dirt.
It's an unfired bullet.
Bullets are crimped near the top of the cartridge case.
This particular type has three crimps.
And one of them contained residues of a lubricant.
The particular lubricant has been out of production for some 50-odd years.
It's full metal jacket, army-issue, circa about 1940.
They used to print the date, but it's too corroded to read.
Our mysterious World War II munitions factory.
Great.
So, were any of those near our McKinnon flat? No records of any.
It's a very small needle in a very big haystack.
But as we didn't find any gunk in the flat, I'd say McKinnon's not Betty's rapist.
And when you find him, I don't think he'll have any unusual lead levels in his blood.
Can I have these for a second? Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
But have a look at the jemmy we found in his hidey-hole.
Are these indentations similar? Similar? You could say identical this time.
That's the one we lifted from the Arthurs'.
That's the one from the flat.
There's also a few flecks of paint.
We'll conduct comparison tests with the victims' houses.
OK, what about these, guys? Um, are these a match? Uh, no.
Nod, they're yours.
(SIGHS) Size 10, Julius Marlow.
IID want evidence for their investigation.
Pretty routine, you reckon? So, where were they? Maybe I shouldn't answer that.
Look, I had a look out the window.
I mean You don't think Jock really believes you pushed her out the window.
Carol, I I don't know what the bastard thinks anymore.
So, what have they told you, Sergeant? SPIVAK: He was wanted for state offences.
Nothing to do with the joint task force.
What else? I've been feeling a bit like a mushroom since I got here, sir.
What else is there? I'd like a look at the tape transcripts.
Maybe I can answer that for you.
Are you investigating the incident this morning? No, I'm just trying to find out what my boys have been up to.
Your name's not on the warrant, sir.
Is the AFP handling all of the intelligence for the joint task force? Yes.
You were issued with a warrant for the listening device? Yes.
Who swore it? My boss.
I think you'll have to take your request directly to him, sir.
Thank you, Sergeant.
That'll be all for now.
Yeah, we're gonna be on the road soon.
I bloody hope.
(CHUCKLES) South Australia's just faxed through McKinnon's antecedence.
I've got his parents' names and address.
Good onya.
Good work, Darbs.
Give them a big serve, did you, Docket? What happened? I told them she took one look at me, went wild and jumped out the window.
(ALL LAUGH) Whacko.
Can we talk for a moment, please, Peter? Sure, mate.
Where? OK, you better fill me in now 'cause he's asking questions, and I'm not sure I should be answering them.
Now, what was in the tape that started all of this? Read that.
The bloke at the markets with Flannagan is a suspect in our series of aggravated burglaries.
Now, importation's the top end.
That's where you blokes come in with your surveillance equipment, your whiz-bang cameras and everything that opens and shuts.
If you think that I'm suggesting that you blokes that you blokes have got it easy, you're right.
Yeah, I know you guys start in the street No, we don't start in the street.
We start about waist-deep in sewer water.
No high-flyers there, mate.
No Flannagans, no businesspeople.
Just scum.
OK.
Look, feds think that drugs are just an importation.
To us, it's floggings, it's raping old ladies with baseball bats, all for a lousy quid.
Now, Mark, have I gotta go on? You know, Brennan wants to see the transcripts of the tapes.
But seeing he's not named in the warrant, I'd be committing an offence.
Wouldn't I? Thanks, Gadge.
MOON: Hey, Noddy! Noddy, mate, that car's been found - Mentone Shopping Centre.
Looks like it ran out of petrol.
(SAUNDERS SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) We're ready now, Sergeant Faithful.
Uh, sir, look, we've just had a couple of leads break.
It's out of my hands.
IID's handling the show.
Uh, Inspector Look, there's gotta be a couple of other blokes We've got their version, Sergeant.
They're right to do what they want.
OK, do you mind if I just have five minutes with the Sergeant? One minute.
One minute Righto, mate, get in there, do what you gotta do.
Leave this to us.
Don't worry about this prick.
We'll get him, OK? We'll go straight to his folks now.
Thanks, Moon.
I'll repeat the question, Sergeant - who was first in the front door? I was.
Then why didn't you secure the woman? Because she jumped out the window before I got to the bedroom door.
What made you go straight to the bedroom? I saw movement in that direction.
Seemed logical that that's where the crook would be at that hour of the morning.
We'd been told that he'd bedded down.
MAN 2: And what made you change your mind and go first? Because the door wouldn't go in.
The dogs stuffed up.
Now, we lost the element of surprise.
I thought the crook'd be waiting for us.
It's my job, so I went in first.
Did it occur to you as being dangerous or irresponsible to alter the plan? I wasn't gonna stop and have a meeting.
You were committed - is that what you're saying? Normally, sir, the occupants are secured within seconds.
Well, maybe they weren't secured because you weren't in control of this particular situation.
Bullshit.
With respect, sir.
You took part when you should've stayed back and taken charge.
Everyone is briefed on the situation.
Everyone is hands-on.
Now, things don't always go according to the briefings.
That is no reason to go against what you have been taught.
Did it occur to you as being dangerous or irresponsible to alter the plan? We call it 'being adaptable'.
Now, I made a decision at the time which I believe was the correct course of action.
Can you think of a reason why a girl, of her own volition, would jump out of a two-storey window onto a concrete pavement? Well, there's only one person who can answer that question for you, sir.
So you better ask her.
(RINGS BELL) What do you want? Mr Ted McKinnon? Yeah.
Detective Senior Sergeant Moon.
Senior Detective Saunders.
Major Crime Squad.
We're interested in locating your son, sir.
Major Screw-Up Squad.
I read the papers.
Go on, piss off.
Would you mind if we inspect the premises? He's not here.
The bastard knows better.
Haven't seen him in years.
You can't come in.
Section 459-A of the Crimes Act We're inspecting the premises now, mate.
search, and arrest anyone we suspect of having committed a serious, indictable offence.
You need a warrant! Garry's not here.
W-what's he done? Don't talk to them.
Who are you ringing, Mr McKinnon? The police.
We are the police, mate.
I'm gonna complaint to the IUD.
That's IID.
What's the number? We oughta bung on one of them stickers for your blower, eh? (MUTTERS) TED: Uh Yeah.
Bloody oath, I'll wait! Oh, come on, come on, come on.
Bastards! Come barging in here.
A man's not safe in his own home these days! (SIGHS) Hey, Moony? Yeah? Check this out.
What's that? Ah, right.
Uh, yeah, hello? Look, two cops have just forced their way into my place.
McKinnon.
about this photo.
The boy's not Garry's.
Who's the girl? Used to be Garry's girlfriend.
Mm-hm.
What's her name? Tina Galey.
Galea.
Maltese, I think.
I only met her once.
It's not recent.
Uh, do you know her address, Mrs McKinnon? No.
No? Garry and her broke off a long time ago.
After he went to the nick.
Oh.
Right, thanks.
Harassing my wife.
Probably throwing her out the window.
I'm sorry if this has been distressing, Mrs McKinnon.
It's alright.
It's just Ted who Yeah.
What's Garry done? Just want a friendly little chat with him, Mrs McKinnon.
He was a good kid.
Still is.
All clear, Grump.
GRUMP ON RADIO: Roger.
Got mixed up with the wrong crowd, that's all.
Oh, well, he's running scared now, Mrs McKinnon.
Liable to do anything.
You know what Garry's like - he gets a bit desperate.
Unfortunately, the way things are, he might end up getting hurt.
But I tell you what I'll do - I'll give you my card, alright? That's me.
Now, I'm willing to meet him anywhere.
If he wants to come in, give himself up, I give you my word I'll look after him.
OK? OK? So, thanks for your time, Mrs McKinnon.
Good onya, luv.
Galea.
Maltese, apparently.
Yeah, his mum told us.
She's a pretty good sort.
She's worried about him hurting somebody.
FAITHFUL ON RADIO: Yeah, 'Galea'.
Roger that.
Yeah, it's McKinnon's ex.
Alright, can you try and get an address? We've only got one more place to go.
Roger, Moony.
Will do.
Oh, how'd you go with the toecutters? Nothing yet.
They're still fighting over the bones.
I'll have the backbone, mate.
You had your bad days, Jock.
You might remember that.
Come on, Wally.
It's not just about today.
Noddy's got himself into a bit of a knot.
Oh, he's done alright.
They all have.
Some very violent crimes against elderly victims, and it's affecting judgment.
You always stuck to the facts, Jock.
Never wasted time theorising.
Violence is contagious, and some detectives get overzealous in their inquiries.
It's a question of control.
Question of loyalty, if you ask me.
G'day, mate.
Is your mum home? Get in here, copper! Now! Alright, alright.
I'll blow the kid away! Alright.
It's OK.
Here's my hands, OK.
I'm coming in.
I'm doing what you say.
Come on, do it! I'm doing what you say, OK? Get in here! I'm coming in, OK? I'm coming in.
Alright? Ow! Stay here, son.
Bloke with a gun.
Noddy's inside.
Get the kid to a neighbour's - quick! Ow! Crime 350 - urgent.
WOMAN OVER RADIO: Crime 85 - go ahead.
I've a siege-hostage situation.
Member and female being held hostage by armed offender.
Get in here! Come on.
Now! Easy, I'm in.
Come on! Relax.
We've got all the time in the world.
Over there! Back off! Coming in.
Coming in, mate! Where's your gun? I don't have a gun.
Bullshit! You guys always carry! WHERE IS IT?! I don't have a gun! I just got a holster, alright? Show me! It's there, mate.
It's just a holster, OK? I left it at the office.
We just came here for a chat Oh, bullshit! I've just got a radio, mate.
It's in my pocket, OK? Show me! Bring it out! It's just there.
(PANTS) That's it there, OK? Put it down! PUT IT DOWN! I told you to let them in! But you're always bloody right! What are you gonna do?! Shut up, Tina! It was an accident Shut up! Shut up! Lemme think! Senior Sergeant Moon, Major Crime.
Block off the street at both ends.
Keep your heads down and don't go too close to number 24.
You got that? Go.
Get in the house across the road.
Set up a command post.
When the other units arrive, contain the area and evacuate who you can, right? Right.
Go.
Docket? Where's Fluff? He's round the back.
Does he know what's happening? Yeah, he's got a radio.
Just prop here.
I'm going for a reccy.
Mate, why don't you just take a bit of a load off, right? Now, we can sort it out.
We'll just have a bit of a chat about this, OK? Right? What's the use in talking, eh? I'm gone either way.
No.
I do time, or I get outta here and be necked by arsehole.
Mate, who's gonna neck you? None of your business.
I'm stuffed.
If I'm gonna go, I might as well take a jack with me.
(PANTS) Look, we just say that you panicked, alright? But you thought about it, you realised that you did the wrong thing, OK? And the court's gonna say, "He's not a bad bloke.
" Bullshit! Once I'm in court, you'll change.
Mate, I promise you that I can do the right thing by you.
I will say that you helped us Oh, nice try.
Yeah, nice try.
NICE TRY! I'll get 20 years for what I done.
(FAITHFUL PANTS) You'll love seeing me sweating in the dock.
I can see it in your face.
Well, how about you sweat for a while? How does it feel? Huh?! HUH?! (WHIMPERS) I don't like this at all, Garry, OK? You can point the thing near me.
Just don't point it at me, alright? Because if it goes off by accident It WON'T be an accident! They'll take you for murder, buddy.
Or we can walk out of here, Garry.
I've had a gutful of all this 'we' bullshit! How does it feel knowing you're gonna die? 'Cause I know I'm not walking outta here, am I? And if I don't, YOU don't! GARRY: Can't ya? You jacks are all smart-arse pricks! if I put my gun down and come out clean! I reckon he's near to topping Peter.
Think I can get a shot at him from inside.
Mate, for Christ's sake, wait'll the Sons of God get here, will you? Oh, believe me, mate, I'd love to.
But I reckon by the time they got here, it'd be too late.
Now, I know what room he's in, but I don't know where the bastard is.
Bloody take over.
Want me to show you how to use it? Somebody on the spout? Course there bloody is.
No-one's gonna hurt you.
(CHUCKLES) You worried about me? Worry about yourself, mate.
And her.
I know this seems like the end of the world Look, can I sit? OK? OK, I know it seems like the end of the world, Things aren't as bad as they look.
OK? This this isn't gonna help your cause.
What? You jacks offed Cheryl Anne.
Nah, she's alright, OK? S-she's not real well, but she's gonna live.
She's alright.
You think I'm stupid? No.
No, no, no, no.
It's a beat-up that's in the papers.
They do it all the time.
I can prove it to you on my radio, OK? Right? She's gonna be OK.
(GARRY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) FAITHFUL: Now, there is nothing that I can tell them that they don't already know, OK? Nothing.
Don't jerk me around.
I won't.
Just let me prove it to you.
I'm gonna pick up the radio, OK? OK? OK? It's just a radio.
Alright.
OK.
Crime 85 to Crime 80.
Crime 85.
Go ahead.
It's Sergeant Faithful here.
Look, I'm with a bloke who's worried about his missus.
He's a bit tense.
If you can ring the hospital, get a doctor to confirm what I've already told him - that she's alright, under sedation, but she'll pull through OK? So, just confirm that.
Roger that.
I'll get back to you shortly.
GARRY: Always bloody there! ALWAYS have been! Always giving me shit! Well, I've had running from this! No more! DARBY OVER RADIO: Crime 80 to Crime 85.
Crime 85.
Go.
Hospital reports Cheryl Anne's in a stable condition - sedated, but doing well.
She'll be fine.
There.
Alive.
And that's fixed.
Now, what else are you worried about? You worried about doing a bit of time? All we've got is a theft, burgs and the assault on the old lady - we can get over that.
I didn't do that.
My mate did.
That was Zach's idea.
I didn't have nothing to do with it.
Zach was your partner? Fine.
OK? We got that out into the open.
That's what we thought.
We didn't think the rape was your style.
Now, you're gonna have to wear some of it, but you went into the place just to bust it up a bit, to scare the oldies, alright? Zach, he was the one that went out of control.
You you tried to stop him.
That's the way it's gonna come out, Garry.
Brand me a dog if I go to prison.
Mate, you can live with that.
Zach, he's the one that's piss-weak.
Now, we can prove that, alright? It'll be sweet.
He won't be answering for anything where he is.
He won't be telling his side of the story.
Mate, then you can ride out on the bastard.
Ride out on a dead one? Big tough crim like him? You'd see, that'd hurt Garry's pride.
He thinks he's the brains of the operation! Any more shit out of you, and you're dead, you bitch! Jesus, why'd I come here?! Look, you're gonna do some time but, right, you'll do it on your ear.
A bloke like you When you get out, you'll be able to spend the rest of your life with Cheryl Anne.
(FLOOR CREAKS, SIRENS WAIL) OK, look, don't get freaked out by some noise.
It's just a uniform car.
You knew that they'd be coming.
(TINA WAILS) Rack off! Rack off! Shut up! Rack off! Just think about this, Garry.
Shut the fuck up! They'll take you Back off! Just relax, Garry.
It's gonna be You reckon I'm scared of dying?! Mate, I'm very scared of dying.
Stop fucking calling me mate! I'm not your mate! Fine! You been chasing me for months.
You must hate my guts! Not everyone hates your guts, and I know one person (SHAKILY) one person for sure.
What about your mum, Garry? Think about your mum.
How is she gonna walk down the street, knowing that her only son, OK, killed an innocent girl here today? Right? How's that gonna make her feel? OK? I know my senior sergeant, he spoke to her today, right? Now, my senior sergeant, OK, he spoke to her today, OK? And mate, she's very worried.
She's very worried about you It's all a bit fucking late, isn't it?! She cares about you very much.
Think about that.
You tell her I didn't want to hurt Cheryl Anne! It wasn't my fault! There was a lot of noise, OK? It's very understandable.
They were coming You thought that they were coming after you, not her! You wanna see Cheryl Anne? I can arrange that.
Pig's arse! Mate, I promise you, OK? You just gotta promise me only one thing, OK? What? That you don't do a runner, alright? That's it.
But, you, Garry you can see her.
I don't know for how long, but you can see her.
OK? OK? Today.
I'll take you there now, I promise.
Alright? But just put the shotgun down.
Just put it down.
(PANTS) Do you love her? Do you love her? Just put the shotgun down.
OK? It's as easy as that.
And you can see her.
Just put the gun down, Garry.
(EXHALES DEEPLY) Just put the gun down.
Just put the gun down.
POLICE! DON'T MOVE! DON'T MOVE! Ohh! DON'T MOVE! Ohh! (GROANS) (SIGHS) Ohh! Somersaulted by a fucking jack! Why didn't you shoot me when you had the chance?! Fluff, get in here! GARRY: DOGS! Bastards! (SOBS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) You dogs We've got your son safe.
Just keeping him at some neighbours at the moment.
They're looking after him.
Unfortunately, we're gonna ask you a few questions.
Take good care of him, Docket.
We're getting on real well.
No worries.
MURDOCH: Peter? Sir.
You're OK? Yes, thank you, sir.
Everything under control? With respect, I haven't got time to talk about this right now.
I promised him I'd take him to see his girlfriend at the hospital.
Well, if you gave your word, Sergeant, you better not break it.
But IID will be tagging along.
Very good, sir.
Stay close, Moon.
Noddy? Hey, Noddy, mate.
It's OK, mate.
It's OK.
We did get one.