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it's written right
here on my nametag.

Do you want to borrow
a pen to jot it down?

No, I'll commit that
to memory.

Yeah, give your memory
a red-hot go.

I'll be interested to see
how that goes for you, Craig.

Would you like to grab
a condom on your way out?

So you going away
for Christmas, John?

Lakes entrance.

All right.

So when you check
into the motel,

what name do you
give them?

Mine.

Right yeah.
No, of course.

Why would I lie about my name?
It's a perfectly normal name.

No argument
there, mate.

What are you doing?

Looking for my cap.

You haven't seen my cap,
have you, mate?

Phil.

This one here is him dressed
in a pilot uniform.

This one here
in a karate uniform.

This one here
in a handyman uniform.

And a picture
in a police uniform.

Hey!

Lucky Phil,
stay right there.

I was gonna
give it back.

This is theft
of police property.

This is a jailable
offense.

I was gonna
give it back.

- Where is it now?
- Home. I looked after it.

That's a pretty
bloody stupid thing to do.

I'm not stupid.

No, I'm not...

I'm not saying that you are,
I'm just saying

It's a pretty...
silly thing to do

without asking.

I'm sorry.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

- Won't happen again though, will it?
- No.

Well, go on, get it.

- Bring it back to my van, all right?
- All right.

All right.

Hey.

I couldn't find a plectrum,

then I remembered that
you had one, remember?

I gave you one as a joke 'cause
you're so crap at the guitar.

Remember?

I'm gonna go when I finish this
cigarette. I've got my rehearsal.

Okay, I'll just...

I thought that
we'd promised...

I thought we said that
there wasn't gonna be

the regular bullshit
and lying.

We did. There isn't.

I thought that when you
moved in, that we'd agreed.

We said that we get so
much bullshit at work

that...

Well yeah, now...

If you're gonna poke
around in my drawers...

It's what the police do, Gra.
We poke around.

I can't make any promises about
what you might find then.

Sorry.

Okay, fine.

You're just...

You're a snoop,
so fuck you.

Have you got cancer?

- Hmm?
- You heard.

It's yes or no, Graham.

Cancer's not something
you get a little bit of.

Well, no then.

Why have you got all
the pamphlets then?

Because I've got Tinnitus,

But it's like idiopathic
at the moment.

What the fuck's that
supposed to mean?

Tinnitus is the ringing
in my ears, okay?

I know what
Tinnitus is, Graham.

It means...

it means that no one knows
why I've got Tinnitus.

A reason is

maybe a tumor,

but I won't have

a fucking yes or no
until the tests come back

and that could be
a week or 10 days.

So yeah, "Happy fucking
Christmas, Graham.

You've got cancer."
Yay.

There you go, Brigid.

Sound standing by.

Standing by.

Hey.

Hmm.

Yeah, lucky Phil
came in.

Said he was sorry.

That's your
Christmas present.

What are they
doing out there?

Someone leaked
the ballistics report.

So it was the guy
from the train?

Don't know, maybe.

- What happened with Phil?
- Nothing.

He was pretty upset.

- What about the dog?
- What about it?

It was impersonating
a police officer.

- What was it thinking?
- That's a serious offense, Graham.

If that were true,
we'd get done.

- Yeah, now hang on.
- No, look at us, Rhon.

No offense but we
are doing 5/8ths...

Bullshit, Graham, bullshit.
Fuck off.

You've got the...
whatsit, the ear thingy.

Come on, I know what's up your bum.
Don't let a grabstick

Like stouritis get to you.
Lionel told me.

You could've booked
the little shit for disturbance,

damage to property,
if you're so concerned

- about your time sheets.
- Look,

He was pissed
but he had a point.

Crap crap crap. He was
as full as a state school.

I suppose.

Don't get me wrong. I mean
his fiancee's, you know, dead,

so I've got all the sympathy
in the world for him,

- but if he's just
gonna go out and drink...

Good day.

Good day, Dean.
Come in, mate.

How are you?

Yeah, I'm good.

Right, I'm off then.

All right, thanks.
Thanks for that, Rhon.

So, you good?

Still a bit hungover,
actually.

Understandable.

Free shot.

What's with
the news crew?

Don't know.

Anyway, sorry about
last night.

Oh, it's okay.
It's cool.

- I understand.
- Understand?

No no.

Yes. Nothing I've... I've...

I mean, I've never been
in this situation

- where...
- Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

You married?

No.

- Got a girlfriend?
- Mm-hmm.

It's funny,
when you're engaged...

I got around a bit.

I never really

told her about it.

And this one girl
in particular never did,

so...

but it was kind of obvious.

I mean,
what's really fucked,

I mean, I'm supposed to be
more upset than anyone and I am.

I am.

The last time I saw her, we
just screamed at each other.

There was this guy...
or she reckoned there was.

And it was obvious
it was just to make me jealous.

I couldn't
even manage that.

I'm sort of off the hook
though now, aren't I?

I can screw around as
much as I want now.

You're a good
listener.

What was that town?
Up in Queensland?

What was the name
of the place?

You know,
little mining town,

They had to do DNA
on all those blokes, you know?

- DNA tests.
- Bullshit.

No, it's true, mate.
They do DNA tests.

How do you
give your DNA?

You don't give it, mate.
They just fucking

do a test
or something for it.

What was the fucking
name of that town?

Hey, Dave, it looks like you've
increased your Phil collection up there.

Yeah, it's the only way I
can get rid of the prick.

Expensive bloody habit though.
It's cost me five bucks a throw.

- No, bullshit.
- I bullshit you not.

Weipa! That's right.

Remember, they raped
that fucking girl up there.

Hey, Dave, give us a look at
that one there, mate.

- Which one?
- Yeah, that one there.

The one with all
the tools, yeah.

No, that one. Yep ye yep,
underneath the Ouzo bottle.

Thank you.

- Fucking little shit.
- What?

- Fucking little nuffy shit.
- What?

All that stuff was taken out of
my Ute the day before yesterday.

Fucking little cunt.

I got this theory
about that.

There's a lot of research
to support this.

Anyway,

What I read was,

The brain keeps working for
a few minutes after you're...

Yeah, I heard that.

So my theory is that...

Heaven or hell

Is whatever you're
thinking then,

In those milli-
or nanoseconds

Between your body dying
and your brain dying.

That's the eternity
everyone's talking about...

What you remember.

Your life, basically:

How you lived it,

your regrets,
who you loved, who loved you.

How you remember,
you know,

whatever,

that's all in there.

So if you are
a fuckwit...

then when you die,

in those 10 seconds

between your brain dying
and your body dying,

your brain remembers over and over
again all the times you were a fuckwit.

And all these endorphins and
stuff are released into your system

until it feels
like this...

eternity.

You are a fuckknuckle
for eternity,

and that's hell.

But if you weren't an idiot
all your life,

Then your brain
would remember that.

Your brain would
remember

all the occasions
where you managed

to not be
an embarrassment...

and that'd be heaven.

Could I grab
some Winfield blues?

It's 11.40,
thank you.

Phil, come on, mate!

I'm not gonna
hurt you.

I just wanna
talk to you.

You don't go taking
people's tools.

Got a lighter
on you, son?

Oh, no no no no!

Fuck off!

- Fuck off! What do you want?
- I want my job back, bitch,

And I wanna know
what I did to you.

- I don't even know...
- You don't recognize me now, do you?

You did before.
You did before at the cop shop.

I'm number three,
bitch.

- Number three.
- Oh god.

- I'm sorry.
- No, shut up. Shut up!

I just want you to feel like
shit for a tenth of a second,

- See what it feels like.
- Fuck you.

What?

See what it feels like?
Fuck you!

You would shit yourself if you
were me, you fucking cunt.

Fuck!

Oh god!

What if he...

What if he had
a picture of you?

What if he knew
what your name was?

You wanna scare me?

Buy a gun.

Can you hear that?

What?

You can't hear that?

What?

What?

Police! Police!

Hey, get back here!

- Get on the ground! You get down now!
- I'm getting down.

Are you all right?

What have you done, Mattie?
Look what you've done!

Laddie.

Is this it?

It's nice.

How did you find me?

The senior Det that
did the interview

said "she"

when he mentioned
the witness.

When I signed out...

There was only one girl's name
in the visitor's book,

So, you know.

Math.

I didn't know

what I was there for.

I was never charged so...

I mean, no one had
any idea it had anything,

to do with...

I mean...

if I knew...

if it was you
on that train then...

I'm sorry.

I am.

I know.

Hey, you should
probably take this.

I'll take
the dog.

I didn't want
to touch it

Till you guys
got here.

First thing
in the morning,

I'll go to my desk
and see a very full explanation

as to why this unit
wasn't attended.

And it better say something more
interesting than what I've heard so far,

'cause you and a mate attending to
a local you've become friendly with

from fuck-or-fight
Friday isn't...

what I want is
a decent explanation

as to why this unit
wasn't attended.

And I want you
to think about

where the investigation
would be

if you'd done your job

and there'd been someone here
like there was supposed to be.

Now you fuck off. I'll talk
to your super, all right?

- Graham, yeah?
- Yeah?

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Don't worry about Noel.
He's tired and he's a prick.

I'm gonna need
a written statement

that the van was attended until
10:20. You sure that was the time?

Yep.

And I'm gonna need
a report on the two arrests

- and the shot that you fired.
- Mm-hmm.

- Attention it to Melanie Ryan.
- That's you?

Yep, and it's likely to end up
on a press release

So don't get too creative.

So what, now I drive?

Oh, Graham!
Are you okay?

What? What?

- It's okay.
- What?

Just get off me!
Just get off me!

Get off me
for a second!

Fuck!

What are you doing?

Can you just...

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you!

I can't hear
a fucking thing.

Oh fuck. No, it's all right.
It's all right.

Okay, I'm not
gonna cry.

Oh fuck.
Fuck!

I can't hear
anything.

Just this fucking noise
in my fucking head.

It's going...

It's all I can hear is that...

What?

Can't.

Oh!

No.

No!

So why'd he give it
back to you?

'Course he could've
brought it here himself.

It's easy enough
to get my address if he wants it.

There's absolutely
no way...

No, it's a piece of piss.

He's already got my name.
It's right there on the photo.

All he needs to do is think up some
bullshit reason to go to the C.I.B.,

Like, "my wallet got stolen"
or something.

Then when they get him to sign in
to the visitor's book,

He'd see my name and my address there,
wouldn't he?

You saw me put it in there
on the day of the lineup.

That's a very
unlikely scenario.

Right.

- It's working.
- Shush.

It's doing the trick.
What is it?

It's a "G."

"G" for Graham.

So what's in your head is
the opposite of you.

So you know how
if your mom takes a picture

of you
in your uniform,

and on the negative

the uniform will come out yellow
and your skin will look green?

Not really
but okay.

And if you were on her front
porch, on her front lawn,

it would
come out red?

- Mmm.
- So every color has an opposite.

So purple's
kind of green,

and orange...

can't remember.

But every note
has an opposite.

And every sound
has a reflection of itself,

And they cancel
themselves out.

Microphones do it.

It's called phasing.

Well, it works.
Works a treat.

It's just harmonics,
Graham.

It's easy.

It's really
really easy.

So that picture, you said it
had something written on it?

Oh yeah,
just some shit.

- And it was the girl on the train's?
- Yep.

- But it's been missing up until now?
- Mm-hmm?

- So the guy who...
- No, we're not going down that...

- I would think about it.
- No, no thanks.

Seriously.

Hey.

Thanks, Gra.

You too.

How's Phil?

Oh, he's all right.

Not great.

- Merry Christmas, Graham.
- Yeah.

Hey, good work
last night.

Fuck you.
Where were you when I needed you?

Bloody rollerblades
would've come in handy.

I don't know about you. I had a bit
of a stitch after that run last night.

Actually you were...

- that was fucking...
- Oh yeah,

Bit of contact
negotiation.

Rhonda told me that Rhodes's
Ute got trashed last night.

Yeah, I thought
you'd be upset.

You wouldn't know anything
about that though, would you?

Me?

No, wouldn't know
anything about that.

I went straight home
after all that excitement.

Yeah, no.

I'm just saying
that whoever did,

Needn't worry,

'cause right now,

He's in more trouble
than the early settlers.

Well,

off I fuck.

Question.

What?

What made you
do this?

What?

- Become a cop.
- Thinking of signing up, are you?

Fuck no.

Got some forms here,
mate, if you want...

No, I mean,

you just don't strike me
as the sort of bloke.

- Thanks a lot.
- No, I mean...

No.

You're right.
I'm not.

I don't know, I just didn't

get the marks in school
to do much else.

They've got caravans.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Dean.

Hi.

Hi.
How are you?

I'll wait outside.

You're welcome to fetch
yourself some instant.

No thanks, mate.

Grab a pew.

We've had a few visitors
today, actually.

- I'm Lavinia Smart.
- Yeah, I know who you are.

I guess you would, wouldn't you?
From the photo.

Constable McGahan.

Got it back this morning.

Great.

Mel said that it was
you that found it?

Is she the one
with the harelip?

She wouldn't tell me what
was written on it, though.

I did ask her.

Twice.

Written on it?

Oh, there was nothing
written on it.

Can I smoke in here?

No,

But everybody does.

Do you know what...

You want to know
what I want right now?

I want someone
to look me in the eye

And say, "don't worry.

it's fine if you're
shit scared."

But no one's actually
sat me down and said that, you know?

I mean, they keep telling
me how brave I've been.

I'm not.

I've just been...

I've been scared...

and I don't know
if it's ever gonna stop,

or if I'm ever
not gonna be.

Because no one will
tell me anything.

Dead meat.

What?

Someone...

Someone had
spray-painted...

"dead meat"
on your photo.

Am I?

No.

No, it's bullshit.

It means he wants
to get caught.

- Does he?
- Absolutely.

There's a lot more chance

of us finding him than there is
of him finding you.

Really?

It's not about you.

It's about us.

He does this to try
and scare us.

The police.

Thank you.

I mean, you are
full of shit.

But thanks.

# angels we have
heard on high #

# sweetly singing
o'er the plain #

# and the mountains
in reply #

# echoing their
joyous strains #

# glo-oooria... #

There you are, baby.

# in excelsis deo... #

All right, come in.

Grab a condom.

Merry Christmas.

So what's the G.O.?
You kicking goals, Craig?

What was your
name again?

That commitment to memory idea
didn't quite work for you.

No, it did.
It was, um...

Gann or some shit.

McGahan.

Constable
Graham McGahan.

Still here though,
aren't you?

Still sitting here
on your ass.

Not catching too many
crims though, are you?

No, not tonight.

Tonight I'm watching
my girlfriend on "Carols,"

Though that may not
be of interest to you.

You don't come across
as the "Carols" type.

No, I'm into it.

- Really?
- Yeah, fully.

Shit, eh?

Saw you getting a few strips torn
off you by your boss last night.

Pissed myself.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Easily amused.

You think you're hot shit,
don't you?

No, I don't think
I'm hot shit.

If I was hot shit,

I wouldn't be the clown

that ended up sitting
in a caravan on Christmas Eve,

talking to a...

What?

Guess.

# in excelsis deo #

# Glo-ooria... #

Bye!

#... In excelsis deo. #

Thank you very much.

Thank you all...

Fuck!

Thank you very much.
Thanks again.

Good night.
Thank you very much...

Ugh!

Aw, fuck.

Aagh!

Fuck.

Can you help me, please?

Help me, please.

I need help.

It's all right.
It's all right, shhh.

Shhh, it's all right.
Oh, baby.

Pressure...
pressurize.

All available units,
folknap and sunshine.

Young Street,
Sunshine South.

Approximate Melways
reference map 53 g11.

That is correct.
41 shots fired.

- shots fired,
situation is confused.

We have a report
of an officer down.

Officer down, 4-1.

Thank you, 18.
Officer down, 18.

Shh.

I'm Constable McGahan.