All language subtitles for aaf-city.homicide.s04e16.undercover

A N N O U N C E R:
Previously on City Homicide. . .

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Tell me I'm wrong.
Oh, God.

Abdul worked in Intelligence.
This was a professional hit.

Without that information,
our team can't solve this case.

I need you to slow down your team's
homicide investigation.

You're asking us to throw the case.

I have a list from SIS
of people we are not to investigate.

Oh, so in other words,
they know who the killer is

but we're not allowed to touch him.

Mention anything, I'll have your jobs
and see you do time in prison.

You're underestimating our crew. They'll
follow the leads no matter what we do.

Look. In the background.
What the hell?

RHYS: Trish and Wesley Claybourne.

I believe you know this man.
Yeah. Muhammad Hartono.

So he killed Abdul?

No, he got someone else
to do that for him.

His name is Travis Martin Abbott.

He joined Hartono's cell
two years ago. He's your killer.

Intelligence tells us he's planning

a major terrorist attack
on Australian soil.

I need someone who knows Hartono
well enough to get close to him.

I need you to go back under cover.

JENNIFER: We're Trish
and Wesley Claybourne again.

Trish and Wesley Claybourne
are real people.

Nick and Jen have assumed
their identities.

Ready for this?

Once I make the call
there's no backing out.

Mr Hartono. Wesley Claybourne.
Yeah, it has been a long time.

BYRNES: When will you tell them
what they're really there for?

They know what they need to know.

If they end up dead?

Goodnight.

(SIGHS) Morning.
Morning.

You got to sleep in the end?
Mm. Finally.

(SIGHS)

I thought it was
gonna be easier this time.

Last time we hardly knew each other.

It's different this time.
Mm.

You know how I feel about you.

Down! Down! Get down!

(ALL YELL INDISTINCTLY)

Nick! Nick!

Jen!

Nick!
No! Stop!

(GUNS cl_lcl<)

(ALL BREATHE HEAVILY)

Sorry about that.

You two should be dead.

What the hell was that about
this morning?

Consider it a wake-up call.

A wake-up call? We thought
we were about to be killed!

That's exactly what's gonna happen

if you don't start taking
this thing seriously!

I just walked in.
I could've been anyone.

Your mate Ratcliffe is supposed to be
watching our backs.

If you were for real,
he would've stopped you.

Maybe.
This is about your own self-protection.

You're supposed to be
Trish and Wesley Claybourne.

That's not who I'm seeing.

I'm seeing two cops still calling each
other by their real bloody names!

Hartono and Abbott are planning
an attack in the next few months.

If they have the slightest doubt about
your authenticity,

they won't hesitate
in taking you out.

If you're so worried about
our self-protection, give us some guns.

We've been through all that.
You're just gonna have to trust me.

(SNIGGERS)

Ratcliffe,
take them back to the house.

Your meeting
is in the next few hours.

I suggest you get your heads
into the game before that.

Why is it when he says 'trust me'

I have exactly
the opposite reaction?

Should we really
be using cops for this?

This attack isn't in months.
it's now.

And we still don't know where.
That's why we need these cops.

WOMAN: Urgent, sir.

Do you care to explain, Sergeant?

Sorry, ma'am. I can't.

Feel free to correct me
if I am wrong,

but I was under
the distinct impression

that I made it crystal clear

that Wahid's house
was off-limits to Homicide.

You did, ma'am,
and I passed that on accordingly.

Are you saying
they ignored your orders?

Sounds like your team's
gone rogue on you, Sergeant Ryan.

It's making us all look like idiots.

Sergeant Ryan's been forced
to lead his team down blind alleys,

which can't have been easy.

I'm sure he can speak to them again,
spell it out, make it even clearer.

I will. You can guarantee it.

It's bad enough
the media calling us 'incompetent'

because we haven't
solved the Supomo murders,

without your team
going off half-cocked.

I understand.

This reflects on you and your abilities
as a senior officer,

and if your team
don't have enough respect for you

to do as they're told,
maybe you're in the wrong job.

STANLEY: He did say he'd deal with it.
I suggest we let him do exactly that.

Let's do it, then.
Go on. Get on with it.

Put a rocket up 'em.

(ELEVATOR RINGS)
Thanks for the support, Sarge.

Yeah.

Don't think for a minute
I didn't agree with them.

Sarge.

You know, it's times like this

I sincerely regret
having Allie Kingston on the team.

Why her? it's Ryan's responsibility.

She's headstrong.
She's got a problem with authority.

Yeah, and your nephew's got
a mind of his own too, doesn't he?

He's gonna be commissioner
one day, isn't he?

I'm going. I'm going.

MATT:: Close the door.

Duncan, you don't need to be here.
Is it OK if I stay?

If you like.

What's wrong? Has something
happened to Nick and Jen?

As far as I know, they're fine.

This is not about them.
Look, Matt...

To be honest, I'm having
trouble putting it into words

because I'm so pissed off.

Do you have a problem with me
being promoted to sergeant?

Are you trying to undermine me?
No.

Ha, that's funny, because I distinctly
remember telling you all

that Liem Swie Wahid's house
was no longer relevant.

I did Say that, didn't I?

Yeah, you said that, Sergeant.

Oh, that's good, because I was starting
to think maybe I imagined it.

How'd you find out?
You were photographed, you idiots.

I've just had these waved in my face by
Waverley and Jarvis.

I was made to look like
a complete dickhead.

It was a lead, OK? We think someone
was killed in that house.

Do you, now? Not your concern.

While we were there
we found a photo.

I'm not interested.
Nick and Jen under cover.

They gotta be working for SIS, right?

Whatever they're doing,
it's nothing to do with you.

We just wanna know what's going on.
I'll tell you what's going on.

As of now, all bets are off.

You step out of line again,
any of you,

and I write you up, understood?

Now get out!

Listen, Matt, the last thing anyone
wanted was to get you in strife.

Too late, Duncan.

Jarvis is already making noises

about my suitability
as a sergeant in Homicide.

You're kidding.

If I was him
I'd be thinking the same thing.

Did you know?

Not until after the event.

You didn't think to tell me.
We're a team.

You don't dob on your team-mates.

I'm part of the team too, you know.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON TWO-WAY RADIO)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Trish and Wesley have a visitor.

Hartono?
In the flesh.

Alert them.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Got it.

What?

Got company.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

All set, Trish?

All set, Wesley.
(DOORBELL RINGS)

Mr Hartono.

Mr Claybourne.

Good to see you again.
Mrs Claybourne.

Please.

HARTONO: You look well.
JEN: Thank you. Have a seat.

Would you like tea? Water?
Water, thank you.

Wesley?
No thanks, hon.

Very pleased you came to see us.

I have heard you've been released.

A new home, though.

Oh, it's a little bare right now

but I'm hoping
to add some personal touches.

We want to work with you again.

Pick up where we left off.

We still have contacts

and we could have the import
business up and running quickly

if we had the backing.

Four years is a long time
to have been away.

How do you know if your contacts
are worth anything?

Things don't change much.

We made some calls.
Most people are still in place.

We know we can deliver.

We did work well together
in the past.

And you know that you can trust us,
which is of the utmost importance.

There is one thing that troubles me.

Not long after you were imprisoned,

many of my friends were arrested,
both here and overseas.

That makes me concerned.
Very concerned.

You have my word.
(CHUCKLES)

We had nothing to do with that.

Ahh...your word?

We spent time in jail.

Just like your friends.

You were sentenced to seven years.

You've been released in four. Why?

Good behaviour.

That's the way it works in this country.

Good answer.

We understand your needs.

We have the infrastructure,
we have the personnel.

We can help you.

Thank you for the water.

So we'll be hearing from you, yes?

Do you think he believed us?

Who knows with Hartono.

BYRNES: What do you reckon?
Did he buy it?

I did.

Two ex-gun runners turn up just as
you're planning a bomb attack.

This'll help flush Abbott out.
That's bad timing.

There's no way Hartono will let
Trish and Wesley Claybourne

compromise his mission.

He'll get Abbott to take them out...

..and then we'll get Abbott.

My brother and his wife came to
this country for a better life.

They became Australian citizens.

Their children were born here.
They were proud to be Aussies.

So, please,
if anyone can help the police

find out who did this
terrible thing. . .

Don't hold your breath, mate.

Don't start.

Hey, I'm just stating the obvious.

Even if we did solve it,
it'd just be taken out of our hands.

COMMANDER WAVERLEY: ..a whole
family murdered in their home,

so if anyone saw anything at all,

I implore you to contact 'Crime Watch'.

Any information, no matter
how small, could be useful.

And I can assure the public at large
that the Homicide Squad

is doing their utmost to make sure that
the person or persons

responsible for this horrific crime
will be brought. . .

Crock.
Hey!

She wants this solved
as much as we do.

Your aunty's been told
to pull her head in.

So's Wolfie, so's Mattie,
so have you, Allie.

Yeah, so have we all.

Four people murdered, two kids,

and we're expected to be OK about
running a fake investigation?!

Maybe Nick and Jen
are solving the case.

Wishful thinking.

(TENSE MUSIC)
(KETTLE Boll_s)

Breakfast.
it's lunchtime.

We'll pass, thanks.
Social visit?

Not at all. Got instructions.

Boss wants you
to crank it up a notch.

Meaning?

We can't afford to have
Hartono drop you.

You have to make him work with you.

So what are we supposed to do?

You go to him this time.

Well, what's the rush?
We just spoke to him.

You didn't make it clear that
he has to agree to your demands.

Right, so what exactly
should we do?

Well, that's your call.
But you know your brief.

You get in with Hartono,
you feed us intel.

Hang on. We push too hard,
we possibly don't get out alive.

Especially if we're unarmed.

It'll be a public place.
We'll have people there.

Seems to me we're ramping this up
for no good reason.

I'm just the messenger.
We're operatives.

We do as we're told.

If it makes you feel any better, Hartono
doesn't like getting his hands dirty.

No, Hartono uses people like
Travis Abbott to do his dirty work.

Hartono's got
a big operation happening.

He'll keep his nose clean.

Giving you a job's
the easy option for him.

I'll go alone.
No! We stick together.

They won't hurt me with you
still out there. You'd turn them in.

Put their whole operation at risk.

I dunno if the boss...

I go alone.

Well, get yourself ready.
Kick off in an hour.

Look, all I'm saying
is that it wasn't Matt's fault.

We went to Wahid's place
without him knowing.

And all I'm saying is that
he is your senior officer, Rhys.

It is his job to know what
his team is doing at all times.

Understood, but even so. ..

Sergeant Ryan has
been around long enough

to know how to look after himself.

You worry about you.

Whose idea was it, by the way?
Sorry?

To search Wahid's house.
I'm guessing Detective Kingston.

It's alright.
You don't have to answer.

It's all so rushed.
We never moved this fast before.

Different people running things.
Yeah, McAllister.

All ego. it's like we're
working for him personally.

(MUSIC BLARES FROM RADIO)

Something's wrong.

(MUSIC BLARES OVER MONITOR)

I go to Hartono, I give him
the message and then I come back.

End of story.
DOM: Knock, knock.

Oh, yeah, just let yourself in.

We set?

Coming now.

See you soon.

Wait.

I know.

(TENSE MUSIC)

About halfway down on your right.
$2 shop.

You sure Hartono's in there?

He's always in there.
Behind the cash register, usually.

Man's a capitalist at heart.

Remember, he has to believe that you
and Trish are not going to go away.

And if it gets ugly?

I'm here.

We've both got you.

What about McAllister?
Is he looking out for me too?

Mate, you've got some very serious
trust issues, you know that?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Wonder why.

Really.
Anything happens, we're here.

BYRNES: Good luck.

(CASH REGISTER
CHIMES AND WHIRRS)

(SECURITY BELL RINGS)

I need to talk to you.

HARTONO: What are you doing here?

Please leave.

Trish and I are concerned we didn't
make ourselves clear this morning.

Oh, yes, I understand perfectly
what you were telling me.

Unfortunately, I've decided that your
services are no longer required -

you or your wife.

Where is she, by the way?

I came alone.
I wanted to talk man to man.

I have no work for you.

I don't believe you.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Look...
(SECURITY BELL CHIMES)

..considering what we did
for you in the past,

it's a fair bet you guys
are up to some bad stuff.

Gun running again
or something bigger?

Dirtier?
Please go.

My wife and I spent
four years in prison for you people

and we kept our mouths shut.

That could always change.

What is it you want, Mr Claybourne?

Chance to do some work for you.

If I could help, I would.

You can help.
You can give us some work.

Call me soon.

We're not going away.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SECURITY BELL CHIMES)

Maybe he won't ring.

Couldn't have been clearer
that he should.

Where does that leave us?

We wait.

Hope that he agrees.

And if he doesn't agree,
will he leave it at that?

We'll be fine.

We can't be separated again.

(SIGHS) Let's just...
Let's just play it as it comes.

No, next time I come with you
and we do this together.

(SIGHS) OK.

OK. We do this together.

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

NICK: Hartono.

He wants to meet me at his shop.

You mean 'we'.

'We' have to meet him at his shop.

Is there another way?

Don't get all bleeding heart on me.

MCALLISTER: Travis Abbott will talk.
Hartono won't.

We need to flush out Abbott.

They're gonna be sitting ducks.

Our job is to stop
a terrorist attack.

(PEDESTRIAN CROSSING BEEPS,
SECURITY BELL CHIMES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

So, where are we heading?
$2 shop. Halfway down on the right.

Well, if we are being protected,
I don't see anyone.

No.

Who are we looking for?

Anyone who's paying us
too much attention.

I wish we were armed.

Same.

(MAN LAUGHS)

Got them. Ratcliffe?

Yeah, no worries.
All looks good so far.

If Abbott makes a move,

it'll be before
they get to the shop.

There he is. Smiling.
That's a bit of a worry.

Byrnes, anything?
Negative.

Ratcliffe?

Negative.

Where's Hartono gone?
Dunno.

(GUNSHOTS)

(JENNIFER YELLS)
Jen!

Shooter!

Jen!
(GASPS) Jen!

It's Abbott. Get him now!
Hear you.

Alive. I need this mongrel alive.

Jen...

Senior Constable, what's the story?

We're still trying to work it out.

All we've got so far is that
there were multiple gunshots.

One deceased.

Who is he?

TODD: His license in his wallet
says 'George Saleeba'. He lives locally.

The witness who saw him
get hit also saw

a man with a gun get into
the back of a white hatchback.

We get the plate?
Partial.

Seal off the area. No-one goes
anywhere until we get a statement.

We need more uniforms. The rest
of you help out taking the statements.

MATT:: Sarge, you should probably
take a look at this.

Looks like someone else
was hit. A woman.

According to a witness,
she was taken by a group of men,

put into a car and driven away.

STANLEY: Against her will?
Not sure.

But apparently she was with one of
the men before the shooting started.

It was Jen and Nick.

What are you talking about?

The guy she was with
was calling out 'Jen'.

Witness descriptions
are a perfect match.

Whatever this was,
they were in the middle of it.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

Whatever this is about,
let's make it quick.

I don't need State Police
interfering in my business.

Oh, I think you'll find
it's not just State Police

who are upset about your operation.

It's my affair, isn't it? I've got my
hands full at the moment.

I'm sure you have, Mr McAllister.
Take a seat.

I'd rather stand.

Just say what it is you have to say

so I can get back to where
I'm really needed.

Is Jennifer Mapplethorpe dead?

I'm sorry?

Are you deaf?

I'm not a violent man, McAllister,

but for you I could make
an exception.

Because if I have to go downstairs
and tell my people

that one of their colleagues
has been murdered,

you will not walk out of
here unscathed, you get it?

Mapplethorpe has been injured,
I stress 'injured', and not killed.

There's a lot of blood,
just a flesh wound, she'll be fine.

She was shot by the same bloke

who killed Liem Swie Wahid
and Abdul Supomo and his family.

So what happened?
You failed to apprehend him?

In good time.

OK, what about Detectives Buchanan
and Mapplethorpe?

What about them?

After what happened today,

surely they are now redundant
to your operation.

If you're asking me to give them back,
that's not gonna happen.

I still have a use for them.
How so?

I'm sorry.
That information's classified.

Pompous prick.

How long are we gonna
put up with this shit?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

How is it?
Have a guess.

Look, I'm sorry the...
Who was it?

What?

The shooter.
It was Abbott, wasn't it?

Yeah.
Why didn't you return fire?

That wasn't the strategy.

You wanna interrogate Abbott without
him having legal protection.

That's why you didn't
want Homicide arresting him.

It was an operational decision.

Nick, don't.

You guys are just using us
to flush him out.

We're just bait.
Come on, Nick.

I understand that you're pissed off.

'Pissed off'...doesn't cut it, Byrnes.

I wanna break your neck.

Look at her.

We need to find out exactly when
and where Hartono's going to strike.

Abbott is the only way
to get that information.

We don't believe
your cover's been blown.

(BOTH scol=l=)

Abbott fled before we picked you up.

Hartono disappeared
before the shooting started.

So get some sleep.
We'll talk to you...

We're not staying here.
We're not staying here.

You're safe here.

We've added guards.
You won't see them but they're there.

We're supposed to trust that,
are we?

After what happened today?

You awake?

(GASPS IN PAIN)

You OK?
Yeah.

McAllister set us up.

Exactly. What are we gonna do?

I'd rather take my life in my
own hands than trust McAllister.

Me too.

Good.

Tomorrow morning,
I'll pretend to go shopping.

I'll need to come with you.

We find Hartono...we find Abbott.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

I'm gonna go to the shops.
Need to pick up a few things.

Yeah, I'll come with you.
Stretch my legs.

Come with me. Quick as you can.

DOM: Hurry! There 's not much time.

What the hell?
Where's Ratcliffe taking them?

I didn't authorise this!

Byrnes! Where have Buchanan
and Mapplethorpe been taken?

We can't tell you that.
You'll tell me or you'll regret it.

You're no longer in a position
to threaten anyone, I'm afraid.

So...what?

An innocent bystander
gets killed in public.

Abbott gets away on your watch.

I'm responsible, I'll fix it.

You're off the operation, McAllister.

If you haven't received
notification already,

I'm sure it won't be
too long in coming.

If you could escort Mr McAllister
off the premises.

(KEYS CLATTER ON FLOOR)

MCALLISTER:
Piss off!

(TICKING AND EXPLOSION)

Right, everybody,
this is Jeremy Byrnes of SIS.

From here on in, we're gonna
be running a joint operation.

I'm sure I don't need to
spell this out,

but for those of you who may be slow on
the uptake, understand this -

everything said here
is and will remain classified.

Sorry we're late, Commander.
You can blame Mapplethorpe.

Welcome back, Jen.

COMMANDER WAVERLEY:
Good to see you both.

We now have information
that these two men -

Muhammad Hartono and Travis Abbott-

are somewhere loose in Melbourne
with an explosive device.

When and where they intend detonating
that device is yet to be established.

BYRNES: Abbott's capture was crucial,

but Hartono and Abbott went to ground
yesterday after the shooting.

We believe they have their bomb
and they're ready to go.

You told us the attack
was months away.

That's what we thought
but the intel changed.

Any chance they might have aborted?

TERRY: Forget it.
We're dealing with crazies.

These mongrels, they don't give up.

Superintendent's right.

This man is believed
to have had a hand

in organising bombings
throughout South-East Asia.

He won't give up his mission easily.
And neither will this man.

Travis Abbott
is also part of the bomb team

and is believed to have taken part

in attacks on civilians
on the sub-continent

with automatic weapons and grenades.

Bomber and a shooter.
Lethal mixture.

Intelligence received from
Abdul Supomo before his death

is that they plan to set off a bomb
in a high-density location.

Once emergency services respond,

he'll take them out
with sniper fire.

OK, so what are we looking at?

Office buildings, movie complexes,
shopping centres, what else?

Could be anywhere. I mean, we're
talking needle-in-a-haystack time.

Precisely, which is why I want you
to do what you do best.

Cross-reference with each other,
and if you find nothing, do it again

and, if necessary,
a third and fourth time.

Alright, let's show those
SIS dickheads how Homicide do it.

No offence, mate.

We have a bomb to find
and time is not on our side.

Alright, let's get to it.
That's it. Let's go.

(EXPLOSIONS,
SCREAMING AND TICKING)

(CARS BEEP FAINTLY, SIREN WAILS)

They found Travis Abbott's car.
Burnt out. No occupant.

It's located here
at the back of the Newport rail-yards.

Crime Scene are on their way.

Duncan, you and Allie
head out there.

Get anything you can from it.

Matt, organise a major search
of the area.

Get them knocking on doors,
looking under rocks.

Rhys, you talk to the search team.
Abbott could still be in the area.

If they locate him,
tell them not to approach.

Abbott is armed and dangerous.
Got it.

If we find him,
I wanna be in on it, Sarge.

He's earned it.
You'll be there, Nick.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

Reckon you've done enough.

I'd like to be doing more

but I'm having trouble
squeezing a tea bag at the moment.

If Abbott's in the area,
we'll get him, Jen.

Yeah, I know.

You should be at home resting up.

Is that an order, Sergeant?
(CHUCKLES)

Sarge, we've got a lead on Abbott.
Where?

Uniform showed his picture
to a woman

two streets away
from the burned-out car.

She ID'd Abbott as being a tenant
in her apartment building.

They've got the place surrounded.
Come on. Let's go.

(SIRENS WAIL, TYRES SQUEAL)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Police! Don't move!
ALL: Don't move!

Clear.
Clear! Clear!

Look at this dump.
OK. Start looking.

Anything. Any information.
Notes, invoices, scrap paper.

There's some old bills.

Petrol receipt. TV hire place.

Here we go - one with a note on it.

“Travis, stop using my name. I'm not
gonna pay your bills, you loser.

“Brian Hale.
22 Garden Street, Flemington.”

Mr Hale. How well do you know
Travis Abbott?

Too well.
Meaning?

I know him so well
I don't talk to him anymore.

Then how did these bills
come to be in his apartment?

I sent them to him.

I was pissed off.
He kept using my name to buy stuff.

Why would he do that?

Because he's an arsehole
with no sense of responsibility

and I wasn't gonna
put up with it anymore.

He meant
why would he use your name?

We were foster brothers.

Foster brothers? When?

DUNCAN: Pieces of paper in here.
Yeah, get amongst it.

Haven't lived in the same house
since we were 14.

You seen Travis
very often since then?

Any time is too often.

When was the last time?
I dunno. A while ago.

Oh, come on, Mr Hale.
Stop dicking us around.

When did you last see Travis Abbott?
How long ago was it?

OK. Two years at least.

It's a drawing.

Do you have any idea where he is now?

I dunno. It has been a while.

(SIGHS) it's a map.

Yeah, what of?

Roads?

An oval?

A footy ground?

Look, it shows the way
into the ground...

..or the way into the car park.

Look at the roads, where the oval is
in relation to them.

Docklands Stadium.

Is there a game tonight?

(FOOTBALL SIREN BLARES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

What about hobbies?
Anything he liked to do?

Yeah, he liked to shoot people.

When we were kids he had
an air rifle. A BB gun.

We'd be playing in the bush
down by the creek

and he'd...he'd make us run
then count to 10 and come after us.

What happened when he caught you?

(SIREN WAILS)

STANLEY: I repeat, no-one is to
enter the stadium.

Keep all gates locked.
MAN ON TWO-WAY RADIO: Copy that.

Step away from the vehicle!
Step away from the vehicle!

Get your hands up right now!
Hands in the air!

That's a bomb! Don't shoot!

G'day, Hartono.
Detective Nick Buchanan. Homicide.

DUNCAN: Abbott's not there!

STANLEY: Get after him, Nick.
Nick, go, go, go.

He'll be up high.

You guys take the stadium.
I'll take the corridor.

MAN ON TWO-WAY RADIO:
Intelligence received

is that they plan to set off a bomb
in a high-density location.

Once emergency services respond,

he's gonna take them out
with sniper fire.

WOMAN ON TWO-WAY RADIO:
Copy that.

Last warning, Hartono.
Move aside! Now!

TERRY: Come on, come on.
it's all over, sunshine.

He's a terrorist,
not a suicide bomber.

He won't sacrifice himself.

BYRNES: Go!

Get down! Get down! Check him!

Clean, sir.

Muhammad Hartono, you're under arrest

for conspiracy to murder
Abdul Supomo.

Come on, let's go.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Anything?

(ANTHEM PLAYS IN DISTANCE)

(TENSE MUSIC)
Get down! Get down now!

You take the left,
I'll take the right.

(CROWD NOISE, FOOTBALL MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Abbott! Police! Drop the weapon!

(GUNSHOTS)

Give it up, Abbott! You're finished!

Arrgh!

(BOTH GRUNT)

You can't stop me!

(SHOUTS)

You prick!

Arrgh!

DUNCAN: Police! Nick!

Nick, leave him.
We've got him, OK?

It's OK, Nick. Are you OK?

Step away, Nick. We've got him.
Come on, Nick. You're alright.

Stay where you are.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

(LAUGHS)

(MUSIC ECHOES AND FADES)

(SIREN WAILS)

Well done, everybody.
A performance above and beyond.

I think you two have earned
a few days off.

Thanks, Sarge.
I think I could do with it.

What about the Supomo family
and Wahid's relatives?

Because officially,
those murders go unsolved.

No, they have been solved, Detective.

It doesn't need to be on
the six o'clock news to prove it.

Again, thanks, everybody.
I'm very proud of you.

Ma'am.

Undercover, huh?

RHYS: And we thought you two
were getting it on.

Ha!

ALLIE: So, who's up for a drink?
Uh, not me. I'm buggered.

Me too.
Go home, and that is an order.

(ELEVATOR RINGS)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

So, finally you get to sleep
in your own bed.

Yeah.

But it'll be strange
without you there.