All language subtitles for Old School s01e01 Yesterdays Heroes.eng

(bright music)

(equipment beeping faintly)

(tense music)

(knocking on door)

- No names, alright?

(door bangs shut)

- Hey, fellas.

How much he tell ya?

- You need someone
to open a door?

- That's right.

- Two minutes. Maybe less.

- I told ya, he's
the best around.

- Your share's 300.
Gonna be happy with that?

- It's a peach, mate.

- What are you gonna
do if I say no?

- We'll pack up and go home.

- [Lennie] That's it,
eh? No hard feelings?

Just gonna let me
walk out of here?

- [Ted] I know that
voice. It's Lennie Cahill.

- You sure, boss?

- Yeah, that's him.

He'd be doing the door.

- Well, you in or you out?

- Is it happening?
- I don't know.

- Okay, you're on.

(tense music)

- We got 'em yet?
- Nothing. Hold it.

- Oi, where are we?
What street is this?

- [Driver] Why do
you want to know?

- [Robber] I thought the
take-down was on Weston Street.

- There's been a
change of plans, mate.

- This is Wiley Street.
- Heard from undercover,

they've changed location.

It's not Weston anymore.
It's Wiley Street.

- Why have they done
that? Bloody hell.

Wiley's miles away.
Rick, come in!

There's a change of plan.

It's not Weston.
It's Wiley Street.

- Roger, Ted.
- Take 517 and 520 with you.

- Up City Road to Wiley
Street, let's move!

(siren wailing)

- Here it is! It's coming!
- Would you shut up?

Shut up!

Alright, they're coming to you.

Let's go.

(machinery rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(vehicle bangs)

(man grunts)

- Car 32.
(saw humming)

- Come on!

- 519, come in.
- Yes, Ted?

- How far away are you, Rick?

- [Rick] We're
not far off, mate.

- Come on.
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

- Get your hands
where I can see them!

Don't move! Let's go!

Move it.

Go, go, go!

(gunshot booms)

- Oh, shit!
- Oh!

- What happened?

- Get back in the
truck. Get at it!

Get back in!

(tires squeal)

Jesus.

- Drop your weapons!

- Police, drop your weapons.
- Freeze. Freeze. Freeze.

- Police! Drop your weapons!

(gunshots booming)

(men shouting)

- Oh!

(gunshots blasting)

- Come on! Go! Get outta here.

- What are you doing?

Open the door. Open the door!

(sirens wailing)

- Police. Stop or I'll shoot!
- On the ground! Get down!

Get down on the ground!

Get down on the
ground! Get down! Down!

Get down!
- Don't move!

Urgent, officer down.
Shot in the chest.

Wiley Street. Conscious
and breathing.

(tense music)

(dark upbeat music)

* And whatever happened to

* That game we used
to play made for two *

* And whatever happened to

* That old dance we used to do

* Well there was something
in the air that night *

* That was you all right,
you and dark skies *

* I could've danced,
danced all night *

(funky upbeat music)

- That it?
- Yep.

(gate buzzes)

- See you next time, Lennie.

- Won't see me again,
boss. I'm retired.

- We'll see about that.

(door bangs)

(camera clicking)

- Hey, Shannon.

- I thought you weren't
getting out till next week.

- No, today.

- Right, okay.

What should I call you? Pop?

- No, Lennie.
- Grandad?

- Lennie's fine.
- Okay. Right. Lennie. Okay.

Do you want to have a
coffee or something?

- Yeah, righto.
White, four sugars.

- Grab a seat and I'll
bring it out. Over there.

- Who's the old man?
- My grandad.

- The crim?
- Yes.

(phone ringing)
(mellow mid-tempo music)

(patrons chattering faintly)

Someone's calling
for you on my phone.

- Sorry, only number I had.

Hello?
- It's me.

- What are you
doing, ringing me?

- You're out of practice,
mate. You've got a tail.

- Who?
- Ted McCabe, over the road.

Blue Commodore.

- The dickhead.

What's he looking for?

- See you tomorrow. Mum's place.

- Yeah.

- So, there's the kitchen,
there's only pasta and stuff.

I'll do a proper shop tomorrow.

- No worries.

- And this is your room.

I wanted to fix it up properly

but corrective services
gave me crap money,

so it's a bit, it's a bit...

- It's fine.

- I've actually got a
lot of work to do, so...

- What kind of work?

- Uni. I've got exams.

- Oh, you're going
to uni? That's good.

- Yeah, so look, I know you
were a full on criminal before

but just so we're clear,

I really can't
have any problems.

I have to pass these exams.

- Yeah, won't get any problems
from me, promise you that.

- Okay, good.

- What are you doing at uni?

You know, what course?

- Law. Criminal law.

- Interesting choice.

(funky mid-tempo music)

Thanks, mate.

Hello, again.

- Oh, shit. Oh!

(line ringing)

Rick, mate. How are ya?

- Ted, I was meant to call
you about the golf, wasn't I?

Yeah, look, I don't think
I can do this weekend-

- Listen, mate, could you,

could you put a GPS trace
on a taxi for me, please?

- I can't do it, mate.

Dwyer is all over unauthorized
stuff at the moment.

- Rick, it's me, please.

I left something in a cab.

Could you put a
trace on it, please?

- Okay. This has to
be the last time.

- Hm.
- G'day, Ken.

- It's good to be back
after all these years.

Bali's overrated.

Sunshine, rain,
rice, more sunshine.

All gets a bit boring.

- Sounds tough.

- I appreciate what you
went through, Lennie.

You did some hard time,
kept your mouth shut.

- I don't need a speech, Ken.

I just want my 300K.

- Money's gone.

- What?

- I didn't get paid either.

- What are you talkin' about?

- When the shooting
started, we separated.

I jacked a car and I
went to the divvy up.

Someone had killed the florist.

Shotgun blast in the face.

It was a bloody mess.

And the cash was gone.

- We must've pulled five million

in cash and gold
out of that van.

The police never recovered
a cent. Where is it?

- I don't know.

Nobody was returning my calls,
if you know what I mean.

- I want my bloody
money. Ah, Shit!

(soft tense music)

- [Ken] Hey, Len. Want
to get a root, later?

Brenda's is still open.

If we go before 5:00, there's
a pensioner's discount.

(Ken grunts)

- Ken, you alright?

(Lennie grunts)

(gunshots boom)

(suspenseful music)

(men grunting)

(Ted groans)

Oh, Jesus.

What happened?

- He's dead.

- [Lennie] You killed him.

- No, don't be stupid,
I was following you.

- I didn't kill him.

- I know that.

- What am I charged with?

- I'm not in the police anymore.

I retired six months ago.

- Shit.
- Whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, what are you doing?
It's a crime scene.

- If you're not a cop anymore,
I'm getting outta here.

- No, you're not.
- Look out!

(both grunting)

What do you want?

Why are you following me?

- I want to know
about Sterling Nickle.

- Bugger off. I'm not a dog.

- If I'm not a cop, you're not
dogging, you stupid bastard.

- Yeah, well, once
a cop, always a cop.

- Listen, your best
mate's just been murdered

and someone tried to kill you.

Do you want to know
who did it, or not?

Marg, why are you home so early?

- Oh, six-one, six-love.

I swear Ros is getting worse.

Did you see Cheryl's email?

- Ah, no.

- She's asking if we want to
do a side cruise up the Danube.

Means we'd have to cut
Paris short by a few days

but the Blue Danube sounds
romantic, don't you think?

- I don't know.

- You don't know
or you don't care?

- Of course I care.

- Why don't you want
to talk about it then?

- This trip is all
we've been talking about

for the last two years.

- Yeah, now we're finally going!

- Well, let's do
the Danube. Let's.

- What have you
done to your hand?

- Oh, nothing. I
just whacked it.

- What's going on?

- You must be Margaret.
Lennie Cahill.

She seems too good for you.

- He's helping me with a case.

- The one where you
were nearly killed

by one of his mates?

- Oh, he wasn't a mate.
More like an associate.

- [Ted] We'll be in the garage.

- Going to Europe?
- Shut up.

- That's where Paris is, right?

(jazzy upbeat music)

You sure you're not still a cop?

- What does that mean?

- Bit over the top.

- Listen, I was shot.

I was hospitalized
for five months,

my career was wrecked.

Why wouldn't I want to find
out who did this to me?

- Fair enough.

- Okay. Ken Mortimer.

Ken Mortimer. Poor Ken.

He arrives back in Australia

a day before you
get out of jail.

It's a big coincidence.

- How'd you know that?

- So, you meet him for the
payout, so where's the money?

- There is no money.

- Bullshit.

- If I had money, do you think

I'd be standing
here talking to you?

- Sterling Nickle.
Who else was involved?

Now, keep in mind two things.

First of all, I just
saved your life.

And second of all,

I can turn you in to
the cops at any time.

- We just left a crime
scene together, remember?

You're an accomplice.

- You're on parole.
You're broke.

You won't find shit on your own.

- I don't need your help.

- Listen, you just
served 12 years

and you don't have a cent.

Your only chance to get
your money is right here.

- If I get my dough,
you'll let me keep it?

- How can I stop you?

I'm not a cop, anymore.

- Ken was the lollipop man.

(soft tense music)

- Okay, that's a start.

Now, whoever shot the florist
knew what he was doing.

There's no dental
records, nothing.

We could never ID
him. Who was he?

- Don't know.

- Bullshit.

- Hey, I came on board
at the last minute.

I didn't know any
of them before that.

- (scoffs) You're joking.

Okay. 57 suspects.

See if you remember some faces.

- You got elbowed
from the force.

- Hey?
- On the take, were you?

- You want a smack?

- Foreman, that's him.
- You sure?

That's Keith Barnsby.

He was murdered six
months after the robbery.

Execution style.

- This bloke.

- Noddy Wozniak. He's
also dead. Drug overdose.

- [Lennie] I think
he was one of them.

- Mark Evans.
- Dead?

- [Ted] Drowned in his bath.

- "Leon Farmer.
Missing, presumed dead."

- So, who's left?

- There was someone
else, not on your board.

Bloke in a suit.

Wasn't part of the original crew

but he was at the robbery.

Had a scarf around his face

and he was carrying a rifle.

- Behind me?

- Mm-hm.

- That's the bastard
that shot me.

And he's the only
one left alive.

- Except me.

- I don't understand.

Are you trying to say I
can't stay in my own flat?

- I need you at a mate's place.

- What mate? What are
you talking about?

- We'll talk about
it in the car.

- No, no.

This is exactly what
I was saying before.

I can't have it, Lennie,
I'm studying to be a lawyer.

I can't be involved in
anything illegal or I'm scr-

(gunshot booms)
(Shannon screams)

(dramatic music)

(gunshots booming)
(Shannon screaming)

- Whoa, whoa. Don't
shoot, don't shoot.

Is that the murder
weapon from Ken's flat?

- Yeah. Lucky I swiped it, eh.

- Could you be any more stupid?

(knocking on door)

- Lennie.
- Jason.

Good to see you, mate.
- What are you doing here?

When did you get out?

- Just Yesterday. Snowy around?

- No, he died.

- When?
- About three months ago.

- Can't believe it. How'd he go?

- Heart attack.

- [Lennie] I'm sorry.
He was a good bloke.

- Thanks. Ah, who's this?

- Oh, this is Shannon.
She's my granddaughter.

- Ah, is she okay?

- Yeah, no, she just had
a bit of a shock earlier.

I was gonna ask Snowy a favor.

Shannon needs somewhere
to stay tonight.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Jason's a good kid. He's
the son of my old cellmate.

- Is that meant to
make me feel better?

I'm just gonna go stay with a-

- No! Hey, hey. There's
a bad man after me.

He knows where you live.

He probably knows where
your friends live.

He can't find you here.

- I can't believe this.

Mum used to talk
about this shit.

On the run, shifting houses.

Maybe it wasn't just
drugs that killed her.

- Just tonight, alright?

- Ah, look, Lennie, I know
you and Dad were friends

but I'm trying to
stay outta all this-

- Yeah, yeah. I
understand that, mate.

I'll pick her up in
the morning, alright?

You just look after her.

Snowy would've
been proud of you.

(jazzy mid-tempo music)

- Hey, what are you
doing? Give me that.

We can use that to
trace Ken's killer.

- How long you had this car?

- A few years. Why?

- Cop's car, isn't it?

- It's a Commodore.

- Yeah, but cops use 'em, right?

- What are you getting at?

- Well, you're not a
cop anymore, but you drive a cop's car.

Just think it's
funny, that's all.

- Where am I dropping you?

- I don't know.

- Have you got someone
else to stay with?

- Nup.

- I'll drop you
at a hotel, then.

- Haven't got any money.

Been inside for 12
years, thanks to you.

- Thanks to me?

You were caught
robbing an armored car.

- Doesn't solve the
problem, though, does it?

- Ah, this is the bedroom.

And I'll sleep on the couch,
and change the sheets.

If you want to watch TV,

this button here and this
one's for PlayStation

and this one's for cable.

(TV chattering)

Ah... (Jason throat clearing)

- Don't know why
you're even doing this.

I'm a complete stranger.

- Well, Lennie and my
dad shared a cell, so...

- I'm sorry but that
criminal code shit

just makes me want to puke.

My grandad's been a selfish
arsehole his whole life

and I refuse to let him drag
me into his underworld crap.

I'm not staying here.

(rain pattering)

(soft somber music)

- You know, he used
to talk about you.

- What?

- Whenever I used to visit
Dad, Lennie was always around

and he used to talk
about his granddaughter.

Look, you can go if you want

but he wouldn't
have left you here

if it wasn't important.

- That's my bed?

- Righto. Well, I'll see
you in the morning then.

- Hang on a sec.

I haven't eaten anything.

- Not my problem.

- Even in prison,
they give you dinner.

- Alright then, I'll
make you some toast.

- Toast? Can't have toast.

Toast will repeat on me.

- That's all there is.
Do you want it or not?

- Yeah, rightio.

(TV chattering)

- Go. Go! Pass it!

Oh, no!

- Johnson's bloody hopeless.

He drops the ball every time.

- Well, he runs fast.

- Who cares if he runs fast?
He can't catch the ball.

What did he say about me?

- Who?
- Lennie, in prison.

- I don't know.

He was always saying how you
were doing well at school

and getting good
marks and stuff.

- How did he know
about my marks?

- Ah, I don't know.

Didn't you go and visit him?

- No. Never.

Think I might go to bed.

Thanks, Jason. You're
a real nice guy.

- I tried to pay for
the flights today

but the card was declined.

Have you paid the bill?

- Pay it by the
direct debit thing.

- Well, we need to
get the tickets now

to lock in the rate.

- I'll see to it tomorrow.

- So, are we gonna discuss

the convicted criminal
in our garage?

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for it
to come home like this.

- It's been coming
home for years.

- Marg, I can't drop this now.

I don't want to be remembered

as the one who buggered
up the investigation

into the state's biggest heist.

This is my chance.

- Well, when this is over,
I want my husband back.

- Marg, when this is
over, we'll be in France,

we'll be eating
chocolate eclairs

and croissants on
the Costa del Sol.

- No, it's the French
Riviera, you dill. (laughs)

(door creaking)

(Ted snoring)

(floorboards creak)

Ted. Ted, wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.

There's someone in the house.

- What?
- Someone.

(suspenseful music)

(Lennie passing gas)

(Lennie passing gas)
(Lennie groaning)

- The serial number
hasn't been ground off.

Never had one.

- It's a build, I
reckon. Homemade.

- Any idea where this
might have come from?

- Nope.

- You can't help it, can ya?

- What?
- Lying.

You know this is a fake

but you've no idea
where it came from.

- You can't help
yourself, either.

- What?
- Being a cop. So we're even.

- Do you know who
would've made this or not?

- Hello! Ted, you
out there, mate?

- Oh, shit.

Hey, Rick.
- Hey, mate.

- Cath.
- Hey.

- Sorry. We probably
should've called first.

- Everything okay?

- Ken Mortimer was shot
dead in Tamarama, yesterday.

Mm, he was killed
with a nine mil.

- And Lennie Cahill got out of
prison a couple of days ago,

and yesterday his
place was shot up

with nine millimeter slugs.

- Lennie Cahill. Any connection?

- You asked me to flag
Ken Mortimer's passport

the other day.

- [Cath] So you had any contact

with him or Lennie
Cahill, lately?

- No, I was gonna follow it up

but just haven't had
any time, actually.

- Where do you think
Cahill would go?

What about his friends?

- No, Lennie Cahill
doesn't have friends.

He's a pathetic loser.

- Ted, we know you made up
your own file on Mortimer.

So, do you mind
if we have a look?

- Look, I was just going
out, as a matter of fact.

Could we do this later?

- Only take a second.

Ted, if there's anything
you can remember here

that can help us-

- Maybe he doesn't
want to remember.

- G'day, Margaret.

- Maybe he finds it insulting
after nearly being killed

in the line of duty.

- Marg, we're just-
- Do you mind?

I was having a conversation here

with my friends about a case.

Nothing to do with you.

- It's got everything
to do with me.

I'm the one who had to put
up with your bellyaching

when they shoved
you behind a desk.

Not your so-called friends here.

- Hang on a second, Margaret,
he did assault a superior.

- Mal Dwyer closed his case.

I would have punched him too.

- Oh, I didn't realize it
was such a terrible thing

to support your husband when
he was going through hell.

- Maybe this isn't a good time.

- You think I didn't
go through hell too?

I had to put my entire
life on hold for you

and I was trying to keep my
own job at the same time.

- Here we go again.

Everything's my fault, as usual.

Same old bloody argument.
- Yep, yep.

- Let's go, mate.
- Okay.

- See ya, Marg.

- Same old argument every time.

Nothing ever changes, does it?

- No!

(upbeat music)

- You might want
to wait out here.

- Why is that?
- It's a rough joint.

Peg you for a cop, you'll end up

with a pool cue
back of the head.

- I'll take my chances.

- What the bloody hell is this?

(muffled pop music)

- This really is a
rough place, Lennie.

I just don't feel safe.

- Totally different.

- Can we go home
now? I'm scared.

- Gary.

- Lennie. Heard you got out.

- What happened to this place?

- Yeah, did it up
a few years ago.

Whole area got gentrified.

Had to tart the place up,
get the young ones in.

- Where's the old crew gone?

- Yeah, some of 'em
still drink here.

Des is over there.

(racing announcer chattering)

- G'day, Des. How's it going?

- Can't complain, mate.

Back from holidays, are ya?

- Know anything about
homemade semi-automatics?

- Don't know what you're
talking about, lad.

- Working Beretta
replicas? Backyard jobs?

Need to know who's
knocking 'em out.

- I might know something
but I can't quite remember.

And what's that?
- Lobster.

- I know what it is.

It don't buy much these days.

- It's all I got.

- Always were a
tight-ass bastard.

There's an Italian
bloke in Botany. Here.

(soft mid-tempo music)

- Hey, Joe. Des sent us.

- I don't know him.
What do you want?

- I need some information.

- Oh, piss off. I
don't know anything.

What are you doing?

- I want to know about this gun.

Who'd you sell it to?

- I said piss off.

You deaf? I don't know anything.

- In the old days, we'd
shove his head in the vice.

(Joe grunting)

- Who did you sell the gun to?

Big bloke, blonde,
tanned. Who was he?

- What are you doing?

Why you have his
head in the vice?

I'm calling the police.

- Ah, we are the police, madam.

Detective Inspector
John Simpson.

Your husband is helping
us with our inquiries.

- Was that a senior's card?

- Both of you, you can piss off!

(Joe grunting)

Stop. That bloody hurts.

- Gonna hurt a lot more
unless you start talking.

- Might want to look at this.

(laughs) You crims, you
never cease to amaze me.

This bloke manufactures
illegal weapons

in his shed and keeps
video evidence of it.

- If you were a real cop,

he'd be in a whole lot
of trouble right now.

You're not gonna find anything.

- What's this?

- Look at 'em go.

Bloody hopeless.

- Wait a minute.

(soft tense music)

Look at this.

- That's him. Go back.

- Holy shit.

- That's the guard from the
robbery, the one who got shot.

- He was shot so he
wouldn't be a suspect.

But that's him, alright.

The shooting was a smokescreen.

- Who is he?
- It's Robert Nutley.

He worked at Sterling
Nickle for three years.

He took sick leave,
never went back.

- How do we find him?

- We Google him.

- We do what to him?

- Look at this.

Robert Nutley, proprietor.

Beach Bods Fitness Center.

That'll be him.

- That'll be him.

- Holy shit.

We should take this
to Rick and Cath.

- Why would we do that?

- We've got the murder weapon,

we've got video evidence
of him buying a gun,

we've got DNA from
a chunk of hair

I ripped out of his head.

- And what about our deal?

- What deal?

- We take this to the
cops, I don't get my money.

- Rick and Cath can
crack this in a day.

- Oh, Jesus, open
your eyes, will ya?

Who do you think cleared
Nutley in the first place?

- He was cleared
after due process.

- Yeah, and who interviewed him?

- Rick Duncan and Cath Khoury.

What are you getting at?

- Nutley knew Ken was
back from Bali. How?

Same as you, a
tip off. The cops.

Nutley knew where to
find me. How? Cops.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- I'm telling ya! One
or both of them is bent.

- Listen. These are
straight shooters.

I would trust either of
them with my life, okay?

- Oh, Jesus, think
about this, okay?

What happened on
the Sterling Nickle?

The location of the
robbery was changed.

Suddenly. Why?

- I don't bloody know.

- Because there was a tip off.

I'm telling ya, there's a
bent cop in here somewhere.

- Okay, well, say
there is a rat in here,

and I'm not saying
definitely there is,

what do you suggest
we do about it?

- Well, to catch a rat,
you need to set a trap.

(mellow mid-tempo music)

- Hey, Rob. Love the new tat.

- It's Tibetan, means power
and spirit of the individual.

- I didn't know
you spoke Tibetan.

- I don't but that's
what it means, alright?

- Very cool.

- Sandy, come on, what's that?

Put on a bit of chub?

Really. Get it together, okay?

(car chirps)

- Remember me?

- I don't understand.

The bills are paid
automatically.

There's over $200,000
in the account.

Look, I'll come into
the bank tomorrow, okay?

Screw up with the bank.
- Oh.

- Banks. Don't get me
started on the banks, Ted.

- So, how are ya?

- Good. I'm good. Yep.

- Sorry about this morning.

- Yeah, we were just trying
to pick your brain, mate.

- It's not your fault.

- So what do you
want to talk about?

- I wasn't completely
straightforward with you two before.

- Okay.

- I do have information

about Ken Mortimer
and Sterling Nickle.

(mellow mid-tempo music)

- You're not a killer, Lennie.

What do you want
to get out of this?

- Satisfaction. And my money.

- Come on, mate. This
thing's all messed up.

We can work something out

that'll keep you and your
cop mate McCabe happy.

- He's not a cop.

And he's not my mate.

- Lennie Cahill still
has an active involvement

with some of the players.

- What kind of involvement?

- The kind that
could put the bastard

back inside for a long time.

- [Lennie] Okay,
get out. Get out!

- This isn't gonna help, Lennie.

- It'll make me
feel better, though.

- We can work this out.
- Nothing to work out.

- I can get your money.

- Yeah, you would say
that, wouldn't you?

- I'm serious! I
can get your money.

- There's a sailing
club down by Yarra Bay.

You get the cash, you
bring it there at midnight.

You don't show, I will find you

and I will put you in the
ground, do you understand?

McCabe's your problem.

I'll get him to the club.

But you'll have to kill
the bastard yourself.

You got that?

(edgy techno music)

Oh, that's bloody terrible.

(classic rock music)

That's better.

(subdued rock music)

- You going out?

- Yeah, I've got some
things to sort out.

- You be careful, please.

(edgy rock music)

- Lovely night.

- Where's McCabe?

- He'll be here.
Bring the money?

Give it here.

- And why would I do that?

- 'Cause I got the gun
that killed Ken Mortimer

and a video of you buying it.

And, of course, then there's
the DNA from the crime scene.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- McCabe took a chunk of
your hair, you dumb bastard.

Now the cops have got it.

- He's right, Rob.

You are a dumb bastard.

- Fancy seeing you here.

- Where's the gun?

- What gun?

- From Ken Mortimer's.
Where is it?

- Here it is.

What are you doing here, Rick?

- Just following up
on a few things, Ted.

- What sort of things
would they be, Rick?

And since when have
you and Rob here

been on a first name basis?

(gunshots booming)

- Shit!

- Is that it?
- Yep.

- Let me see.

(gunshots booming)

(Lennie grunting)

(gunshots booming)

- Holy shit.

- Oh!

- Ted, you okay?

- Oh! Oh, Jesus.

Like being kicked
by a bloody mule.

Geez!

Oh, man.
(Robert coughing)

You bastard.
- Hey.

Keep it to yourself.

- Why are you late?

- I'm 20 minutes early.
What happened here?

- He fired at us.
It was self defense.

- Ted, you okay?
You need a doctor?

- No, I'm fine. Thanks, Cath.

- Fakes.
- What do you expect?

You dog.

- So, is someone still
trying to kill me, or what?

- The bloke who did
this, he's gone.

- That's so not comforting.

- I'm sorry, Shannon.

I didn't want to get
you involved but...

- Okay. So here are the rules.

One, no more stupid
criminal shit.

Two, rent money is due
every second Thursday.

And three, if you bring
any more crap into my life,

I will kick you out into the
street in two seconds flat.

Is that clear?

- Righto.

- Good.

- And you can see that
the first transfer

was three days ago for 23,521.

And then there's another
one and there's another one.

- No, no, no. I didn't
authorize any of those.

- Okay, so that is $370,316.57.

And you say you have
no knowledge of this?

- None whatsoever.

- The password and
PIN have been used

to activate the account.

Have you shared your
password with anyone?

- No, of course, I didn't.

So what happens now?

- Security will start
an investigation

and if they think the
bank's security measures

have been breached,

they'll accept full
responsibility.

- Look, my wife and I are meant

to be going on a trip to Europe.

So when am I going to be
able to access my funds?

- That's a good question,

'cause at the moment you
don't have any funds.

Could I speak with someone
in identity fraud, please?

(muffled pop music)

- If you drink that beer,

that'd be a parole violation.

- Turn me in, then.

You'll be buggering off
to Europe, I suppose.

- No, the trip's been postponed.

- Why?
- Never mind.

- You want to explain to me
why you're protecting Rick?

- I'm not protecting
him, you fool.

I'm keeping him on ice.

- So what are you saying?

- Lennie, look, the plan worked.

We flushed the rat out.

But if we turn him in
now, we'll get nothing.

What we need to do now is
to watch him like a hawk

and he could be our lead to
cracking this case wide open.

- Saying "we" a lot.
- So?

- Like we're partners
or something.

- No, not partners.

Not partners but if we
want to solve this case,

we're gonna have to learn
how to work together.

- So we'll be seeing a
lot more of each other,

is that what you're getting at?

- I don't like this any
more than you do, okay?

Fair enough?

- Fair enough.

(edgy rock music)

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