Original subtitles

Just put your hands on your head.

- (GRUNTS) - (GUNSHOTS)

What the fuck happened, mate?

- Get in. Get in! Glenn! - (GUNSHOT)

One look at your leg and I can see a bullet's been through it.

- I've got company, I'm expected. - Lily?

BRENDEN: You got someone to buy the guns?

Yeah, we'll store 'em in the storage unit for a few months.

I'm starting my own operation in Perth.

No more flying in and out to be a shitkicker.

BRENDEN: It's OK, Nola. You can stick with me, love.

NOLA: What if he knows where I live?

GLENN: Come on, Bren.

One big job, debt's paid, everyone's fuckin' happy, mate.

Hands in the fuckin' air!

Everybody down!

- (OVERLAPPING VOICES) - Oi, oi, go!

BRENDEN: Fuckin' move fast. Come on, come on.

BRENDEN: Fuckin' don't shoot. Don't fuckin' shoot!

BRENDEN: That's twice you nearly got me killed.

You know what you are in this family?

- (GUNSHOTS) - (TYRES SQUEAL)

You're the runt of the litter.

You're the runt of the litter.

GLENN: I fuckin' see Mum all the fuckin' time, cunt!

We're done.

Just so you know, I love my brother.

Me too.

(FRENETIC MUSIC)

(MOANING)

NEWSREADER: To the media,

Brenden James Abbott is the postcard bandit,

notorious for taking photographs in front of police stations.

To police throughout Australia,

he's one of their greatest headaches,

thought responsible for 40 armed robberies

thought responsible for 40 armed robberies

netting $5 million.

More than that, mate.

NEWSREADER: They say he's clever and highly dangerous,

capable of turning any situation to his benefit.

He has been known to wear wigs, different facial, uh, beards.

So at this point in time,

we're not terribly, um, sure what he looks like.

NEWSREADER: Abbott has a 20-year criminal record

stretching back to his mid-teens.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(AIRPLANE ANNOUNCEMENT CHIMES)

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: This flight will be arriving in Adelaide

in approximately 30 minutes.

Please enjoy our complimentary drinks service

before we prepare the cabin for landing.

Thank you.

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

FLINT: Boss, we found the missing guns.

A truck rolled over on the Eyre Highway this morning

after hitting a camel.

Had guns on board that matched the serial numbers

from the gun shop robbed in Adelaide.

Where was the accident?

FLINT: There.

PORTER: Ah, our side of the border.

Where are the guns now?

Well, they're still on the road.

Waiting for a crane to come pick up the truck.

And the camel.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, call them back and tell them to remove

the firing pins from the guns

and then get the guns back on the road today.

The brass won't like that.

Do it.

Do it.

I want to see who collects.

Nice one.

Pager message is - "Pete is in town.

"Keen to see birthday boy.

"And call 0827-254-896

"at 1pm."

- (BLOCKS CLATTER) - Hey! (LAUGHS)

BRENDEN: "Will wait."

Wah-wah-wah-wah! Hey, buddy, guess what?

BRENDEN: "Exclamation mark."

- Happy birthday! - (JAMES SQUEALS WITH DELIGHT)

(TAYLOR LAUGHS)

LILY: Is that a birthday monkey I see?

- (LAUGHS) - TAYLOR: Look at that!

- (PHONE RINGS) - What is that?

- You hungry, birthday boy? - JAMES: Uh, no!

Buh-buh-buh-bye-bye-bye.

- Ah! Stop! - Bleugh-bleugh-bleugh...

Alright, let's make another tower, I reckon.

(DARKLY PENSIVE MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TAYLOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

TAYLOR: Come on, mate. Let's go.

? There's a rat called Rattus ?

? He's the leader of the bunch ?

? A cat called Modigliana ?

? She's fluffy but she's tough ?

(CHUCKLES)

Ohh!

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SONG ON TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(SONG ON TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

What the fuck are you doing here, mate?

Where's Lily?

Oh, um, she, um,

she... she was in a bit of a bind with the babysitting.

She's... she's... she's at, um, she's at TAFE.

But, um, I-I just jumped in to help out with the little fella.

Jimmy!

Jimmy, mate, over here.

- Look who it is. It's Daddy! - G'day, mate.

TAYLOR: Come on, mate. Sorry, mate.

Ignore the telly. (TURNS TV OFF)

He loses his shit for all this sort of stuff.

BRENDEN: Hey, buddy.

BRENDEN: Happy birthday, mate.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Happy birthday, James.

I've got a little present for you.

- Do you like that? - (CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

It's the same as Daddy's one.

Can I have a hug?

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey?

LILY: Where's my birthday boy?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just want to join the little birthday party

you guys have got going on.

Can I have a word?

You've got some nerve coming in here on his birthday.

(BRENDEN SIGHS) Do you know how many times I messaged you?

I fuckin' messaged you. I wanted to be here.

It's a special day. I wanted to be here for James.

LILY: You didn't want to be here for James.

You came here to rob another fucking bank.

BRENDEN: I took a risk flying here to fuckin' see him.

LILY: You don't risk anything for anyone but yourself.

BRENDEN: I don't want that scumbag around my kid.

LILY: Well, too bad, you don't get to dictate

what I do with my life and my kid

'cause you walked out on us!

Yeah, and fucking why was that again?

'Cause you're a selfish fuckin' piece of shit!

- No. No. - That's why.

No, because of fuckin' him.

No, because of fuckin' him.

And if it wasn't for him, it would have been you talking...

- LILY: Get out. - ..to your stupid mate Cherry.

LILY: Get out of my house! Get out of my house!

BRENDEN: It's not your fuckin' house, is it?

It's fuckin' my house!

- You're coming with me. - Yeah.

- (DOOR OPENS) - (BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(JAMES YELLS)

Walk.

(JAMES YELLS)

(DISTURBING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CROW CAWS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(CHEERING ON RADIO)

COMMENTATOR: He was on a reconnaissance mission there,

Darren Gough.

He went out searching,

and straight into the gloves of Ian Healy.

So Shane Warne is now on a hat-trick.

He's gone wicket-less for a little while.

He's got two in two balls, eight for 91.

Shane Warne on a hat-trick.

He's...

(ENGINE STOPS)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

So, what are we doing here, then?

You're gonna send a message to Glenn's pager.

And tell him to call this number.

I can't do that, mate.

You're doing it.

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

THELMA: He's obsessed with John Travolta.

GLENN: Might even do it later if you're lucky.

- (PAGER BLEEPS) - KELLY: Well...

Can you just watch the pasta? I've just got to make a call.

KELLY: Yep.

Uh, make sure it's al dente.

I'll be back in five.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(TRIPPY SYNTH MUSIC)

Is there some sort of problem, mate?

(PHONE RINGS)

I'll take that.

Hello, little brother.

Oh, I'm just at the storage place

with the gimp who's folded like a cheap fuckin' suit.

Oh, listen, I was going to tell you, Bren.

The time to tell me was when you took my guns.

GLENN: It was my job.

BRENDEN: That you fucked up.

What do you want them for?

Kel hasn't been the same ever since I got back.

You know, I just wanted to bring some money in, get us on track.

You know, I just wanted to bring some money in, get us on track.

Yeah, fair enough, mate.

GLENN: So we're good?

Yeah, we're good.

Mate, that's... that's family.

I don't want to get mixed up in that.

It's bad karma.

You stay away from my boy.

Or bad karma will rain down on your fuckin' head.

(TENSE MUSIC)

You can walk.

(ENGINE STARTS AND REVS)

(SIGHS)

MAN: Close that fuckin' gate!

QUILTY: Money on Abbott or Salmon?

PORTER: He'll probably send his brother to do his dirty work,

but we can leverage that.

(PHONE RINGS)

QUILTY: It's Nola again.

Man, I can't be going over there

every time a fucking board squeaks in the house.

Do you want me to drop you off?

Nola. (KNOCKS)

(DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE)

(KNOCKS) Nola.

(DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE)

(CAR ENGINE IDLES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC STING)

Nola!

(PORTER COUGHS)

(PORTER GROANS)

It's alright. I've got you.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

I've got you.

(DARKLY POIGNANT MUSIC)

MAN ON PHONE: Just stay there and we'll send somebody over.

Hey, you did everything you could.

Hey, you did everything you could.

Thanks.

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

- (PHONE RINGS) - (GASPS)

Detective Senior Sergeant Porter.

Hello?

TAYLOR ON PHONE: Hello.

Wesley?

TAYLOR: He knows about me and Lily.

OK, we can help you.

You just need to tell me where we're gonna meet.

(TAYLOR LAUGHS)

Wesley?

(PHONE LINE BLEEPS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SLAMS RECEIVER)

(CLATTER)

(GRUNTS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Didn't we agree you weren't gonna make a habit of this?

(CHUCKLES)

Can I come in?

BRIAN: The banks are offering up a bit of dosh

to get you off the streets, mate.

You should cash in, mate.

(BOTTLECAP POPS)

I've been meaning to put in a pool.

Blood pressure must be going through the roof, eh?

No, I'm pretty relaxed, actually.

You don't act like a fugitive, you don't look like one.

Just this one, alright?

Then you're gone.

(BOTTLES CLINK)

Cheers.

I got a boy now.

Just turned three.

Oh, yeah? How's he go?

I wouldn't know.

You know, I'd quite like to have a set-up like this.

You know... (PUTS BOTTLE DOWN)

..wife and family and all that.

I had to leave James with his mum.

That's his name, if you wanted to know, James.

Yes.

It's your middle name, right?

BRENDEN: It's your dad's name too.

How'd you do it?

Let's just have this fuckin' beer, eh?

NATHAN: Hey, Dad?

Can I have, uh, 10 bucks to go to the movies?

- Peter. - NATHAN: Hey.

I'm an old acquaintance of your... your dad.

I'm an old acquaintance of your... your dad.

- You must be... - Yeah, Nathan.

- Nathan! - Yeah.

What's your dad like, Nathan?

- Is he good to you, is he? - NATHAN: Yeah.

Come on, Brian, give the boy 10 bucks.

You know what, mate? It's on me.

- There you go. - Oh, no.

Take it.

- No, seriously, take it. - I...

Buy yourself some popcorn too.

Alright, uh, thanks.

No, no worries.

You have a good one, eh?

Yeah, see ya.

(CROW SQUAWKS)

You know, I never said I was father of the fucking year.

But it's done now.

I'm not proud of it, but it's done.

Fuck off.

Go on, fuck off.

Enjoy the pictures, mate.

Uh, yeah, will do.

Cheers.

(ENGINE STARTS)

REPORTER: If there appears to be a lack of resolve

from the authorities to catch Abbott,

the banking industry itself

isn't exactly creating a hue and cry.

NEWSREADER: The state government

NEWSREADER: The state government

is offering a $50,000 reward

for information leading to the conviction

of Brenden James Abbott.

Peter Sellen, 10 News.

(SIREN WAILS)

(TAPS ON GLASS)

GIBCUS: Come through.

Yeah, uh, he said his name was Peter,

but I'm pretty sure that was him.

HODGE: You seen him before?

No, just on the news, I guess.

Did he say why he was there?

No, don't think so.

Did he want something?

Does your dad know you're here?

NATHAN: Nah.

I can tell you what car he was driving.

Um, it was a red '91 VM Commodore.

Um, it was a red '91 VM Commodore.

Uh, don't suppose you got the plates.

Does your dad have a way of contacting Brenden

to maybe set up another meeting?

Nah, I don't think he'd like it

if he knew I was here, to be honest.

Do you think he'd disapprove of you dobbing on your brother?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

HODGE: Didn't know you were related?

(SIGHS)

Follow up on the red Commodore.

Find out how many are registered in the state.

GIBCUS: Yeah, roger.

HODGE ON PHONE: Abbott's not in Perth.

PORTER ON PHONE: How can you be so sure?

HODGE: Because he turned up at his old man's...

HODGE: Because he turned up at his old man's...

- (BEEPING) - ..place yesterday.

PORTER: Might be good for you and I

to put our heads together here, Bruce.

What do you say?

HODGE: We'll keep you apprised.

(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON RADIO)

HODGE: Uh, for the record,

I consider this visit unconventional.

I've heard that about you.

Well, you told me on the phone you'd keep me apprised.

I thought I'd make it easier.

Don't be fucking cute.

PORTER: Look at this.

Banks all over the country.

He's running a national crime spree

or we're running a territorial pissing contest,

and we wonder why this motherfucker's still on the run

after five years, huh?

We got a blood match from the scene of Pauly's Firearms

and a T-shirt from Lily Grainger's house

from that raid three years ago.

Do you think Lily's still in contact with Abbott?

Uh, we suspect she has a kid with Abbott,

but there's nothing on the birth certificate.

PORTER: A kid? Has anyone asked her?

She claims not to know who the father is.

(PORTER SCOFFS)

Occupational hazard in her line of business.

Obviously, you have eyes under this place, yes?

He hasn't been there for three years, not since the raid.

- Oh... (MUTTERS AND LAUGHS) - It's a waste of manpower.

(PORTER SIGHS)

Alright, so we know he was here yesterday.

He may still be here today.

And all you've got on this

is the make and the colour

on the highest-selling car in the country.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

You don't mind if I do a little field work while I'm here?

If I said no, would that stop you?

If I said no, would that stop you?

Absolutely not.

Go ahead.

But you're unarmed,

and you have no operational authority.

Got it. Thank you.

- I mean it. - Yep.

Hold on to that.

Ohh, I will, I will.

Close the door behind you.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

LILY: Keep your voice down. You'll wake him up.

Why would you even put him down when I'm here?

I want to see my son. Get him up.

- LILY: No. - I want to see my fucking son.

Don't you dare fucking wake him up.

- You need to go now. - Why? Why should I fuckin'...

'Cause you're fuckin' scaring me, Bren.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Is that Wes, is it?

He's got a key.

Well, who the fuck was that, then?

LILY: I don't know, maybe Cherry.

- Fuckin' Cherry? - (KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Fuckin' Cherry? - (KNOCK AT DOOR)

I called her when you

fuckin' took off with Wes.

Fucking act normal.

I'm not here, alright?

Lily Grainger?

Detective Senior Sergeant Gary Porter

from Western Australia Armed Robberies.

Do you mind if I come in?

It's really not a good time.

My kid's just gone down for a nap.

PORTER: Oh, it won't take long at all.

I'm just here for the day and I have a few questions for you.

Not in any trouble.

(SIGHS)

PORTER: Thanks.

You want a coffee?

(PORTER CLEARS THROAT) I won't. But thanks.

Mind if I take a seat?

(MUG THUDS SOFTLY)

(PORTER SIGHS)

How old's your little boy?

He's not Brenden's.

Before you ask, I haven't been with Bren for three years.

He dumped us and that was that.

- Oh. - (LILY STIRS COFFEE)

Well, I have information that he was here the last 24 hours,

so why don't we just cut the shit?

If he was here, I haven't fuckin' seen him.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

You know, he would never come to this house.

(FRIDGE DOOR SLAMS)

He knows you guys are fuckin' watching him.

PORTER: And your relationship with Wesley Taylor?

I know he did time with Bren,

but that's all I know about the guy.

Lily, we know you've been receiving letters from him

and then sending them back with photos

while he was in Casuarina.

(LILY SCOFFS)

It was nothing. I just felt sorry for the guy.

Well, he seemed pretty worried about Brenden.

Gave me a call on my personal line last night.

LILY: Why would he do that?

(PORTER SIGHS) I was hoping you could tell me.

Do you think Brenden is threatening him?

Is he bothering you?

LILY: I already told you. I don't see Brenden.

And what Wes does has nothing to do with me.

(SOFTLY) Sure.

(SNIFFS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Lily, is Brenden in the house right now?

(FLOOR CREAKS)

Hands up, cunt.

- Fuck off. - LILY: Brenden, don't. Please.

(LILY BREATHES SHAKILY)

I'm unarmed.

BRENDEN: Bullshit.

Stay in there and don't bring him out.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES NEARBY)

Over there, by the, uh... the door, mate.

You got your cuffs on you?

(CUFFS CLINK)

You're a long way from home, aren't you, Detective?

We both are.

But I'm not alone.

Bullshit.

We could just talk.

Discuss a deal.

Cuff yourself to that door.

(CUFFS CLICK)

(SIGHS, SNIFFS)

You know, this, uh...

This could be your last chance to come home.

If they catch you here...

..you're gonna do way more time.

Well, if it's a choice between home and free...

..I know what I'm gonna choose.

(HEARTBEAT THUDS)

Give me your keys.

(PORTER SIGHS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

You enjoy your trip.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BRENDEN: Where is he, Glenn?

GLENN ON PHONE: Who?

BRENDEN: Fuckin' Taylor.

You heard from him?

(GLENN STAMMERS) The guns was my idea.

That was... that was my idea. I fuckin'...

He fuckin' dogged on me to the cops.

GLENN: Nah! No, no, no! There's no way.

He wouldn't do that.

Just tell me where he is, Glenn.

(TENSE MUSIC PULSES)

He could be anywhere.

BRENDEN: But he's your mate, isn't he?

You must know where he's hiding.

You fuckin' owe me, though.

(TENSE, HAUNTING MUSIC)

(PLASTIC RUSTLES)

(BIRDS TWEET)

(GATE SQUEAKS)

- (TEACUPS CLATTER) - (FAINT CHATTER)

BRENDEN: Did you paint the, um... the acrylics?

JUDY: Oh, yeah, I did. (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

I think I got the light really well on it.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) Really happy.

- BRENDEN: Beautiful, yeah. Yeah. - JUDY: Yeah. Yeah.

- BRENDEN: Yeah. - JUDY: Beautiful.

So, did you want another biscuit, there?

GLENN: Hey, g'day, Wes.

TAYLOR: You guys, uh... you didn't mention you were coming.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

We were just telling your nan

that it's Pete's first time down in Tassie.

Thought we would just come and visit an old mate, eh?

JUDY: Here. Sit down, sweetheart.

Peter, Barry and I have been having a lovely chat.

Peter, Barry and I have been having a lovely chat.

Would you boys like to stay for lunch?

Don't often get to meet Wesley's friends.

Oh, it's very kind of you, Judy.

But, um, we were hoping we'd be able to see some sights, mate.

GLENN: Yeah, yeah.

Maybe take us for a bit of a drive.

- (JUDY MURMURS) - Yeah?

(TEACUPS CLINK)

- Huh? - Yeah.

JUDY: Lovely.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(COCKATOOS SQUAWK IN DISTANCE)

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INTENSE MUSIC SUBSIDES)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

GLENN: So I reckon you owe Brenden an apology.

TAYLOR: Mate, no, I just... I just came down here

to see my nan, you know?

GLENN: That's not smart, mate.

Mate, I didn't fuckin' squeal. I didn't tell 'em anything.

Well, then why are the doggies saying you called 'em, then?

TAYLOR: Fuckin' bluffing. I don't know.

Mate, I didn't squeal, alright?

I didn't tell... I didn't tell 'em anything, alright? Come on.

Taylor, just fucking admit it, alright?

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY) Just fucking admit it, alright?

Just admit it. Then we can all go home.

Fuckin' do it.

Mate, I rang 'em. I rang 'em.

I rang 'em, but I didn't give 'em anything.

I didn't tell 'em anything, mate. They've got jack shit.

GLENN: Hmm? Yeah, alright.

So... so... Yeah, that makes sense, yeah.

So... so... Yeah, that makes sense, yeah.

So, he thought about it, but he didn't do it.

- Bren, that's good. - Look, mate.

Lily... Lily and James, look...

(TAYLOR SIGHS) It's not like... With you, it's...

But they fuckin' need someone, mate.

(STAMMERS) And I like helping.

Is that so fuckin' bad?

Fuck.

- Mate, just fuckin'... - Don't... don't fuckin' move.

Don't fuckin' move. Don't move.

Bren, why aren't you saying anything?

You're the one who's got fuckin' beef with him.

You're not saying anything.

We've given him a scare, alright?

- Let's just fuck off. - (BRENDEN PEES)

Come on, come on. Let's fuckin'...

Bren, we rob banks, alright? You've never done this shit.

Think about me, mate.

If you get caught, they're gonna come after both of us

for fuckin' murder.

for fuckin' murder.

And you're the one always saying

that Mum's always hanging shit on you.

(BRENDEN STOPS PEEING)

If you get caught, mate, she's gonna be right about you.

She is.

(ZIPPER BUZZES)

(BRENDEN SNIFFS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

GLENN: Look at the prick, mate.

Look at him!

He's fucking shitting his pants, alright?

Let's just fucking leave it at that, eh?

Come on.

GLENN: Listen, Tayles.

Thanks, yeah... thanks to your nana for the tea,

but we're gonna head off, alright?

It's all good, mate. Come on, come on.

Come on.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (KELLY LAUGHS OVER PHONE) - Hey, listen.

I'm about to board, but when I land,

we'll go pick up that freight, OK?

KELLY: Yeah, yeah. Is Bren with you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's right here.

KELLY: Alright, well, give him my best, will you?

GLENN: Yeah, I'll tell him you say hi.

- I... I better go. - KELLY: Yeah, OK.

- I love you, babe. - I love you too, Glenny.

- Fuckin' stallion. - (CHUCKLES)

- (KELLY CHUCKLES) 'Bye. - (PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

- BRENDEN: You guys all good? - Yeah, Kel says hi.

- BRENDEN: Yeah? - Yeah.

I fuckin' love her, eh?

It's not like Jackie.

Kel's in it for the long haul, eh?

That's good.

(P.A. CHIMES)

WOMAN OVER P.A.: This is the final boarding call

for passengers travelling

on flight 303 to Perth.

Please proceed to gate 5. Thank you.

BRENDEN: Thanks for coming.

- Ah, it was nothing. - No, it wasn't nothing.

(JET ROARS IN DISTANCE)

Fucking sorted me out, mate.

- You did. - Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Mate, you'd do the exact same thing for me, Brenden, I know.

Brothers, right?

Yep.

How much time to kill

before you're on the Glitter Strip?

Three fuckin' hours.

That's enough time to rob a bank.

(GLENN CHORTLES)

BRENDEN: You got your boarding pass?

GLENN: Yeah, it's in my pocket.

GLENN: Yeah, it's in my pocket.

BRENDEN: Bring it in.

Give Mum a hug from me, eh?

GLENN: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she'll love that, mate.

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

(JET ROARS IN DISTANCE)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(TRAVELLERS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

MAN OVER P.A.: This is an urgent page for Mr Peter Kelly.

Mr Kelly, if you are in the terminal,

please report to the check-in desk.

Thank you.

PILOT OVER P.A.: Cabin crew, prepare for take-off.

WOMAN OVER P.A.: Flight 5695 will be departing Hobart Airport

for the Gold Coast shortly.

Please make sure any baggage is stored in the overhead lockers

and your tray tables are secure before take-off.

Please also make sure your seatbelt is fastened

and your window blind is up.

And thank you for flying with us at Ansett Airways.

Do not hesitate to ask us

Do not hesitate to ask us

how we can make your flight more comfortable today.

BRENDEN: Hello.

(SOFTLY) Fuckin' hell.

BRENDEN: Had a bit of time to kill.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(JET ROARS)

(BRENDEN SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

(PHONE RINGS)

- JACKIE: Hello? - (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)

(HEAVY BREATHING OVER PHONE)

JACKIE: Hello?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SOBER MUSIC)

Hello, Jackie.

It's Brenden.

(JACKIE BREATHES SHARPLY)

(BRENDEN WHISPERS) Hi.

I've got a son.

(JACKIE EXHALES)

JACKIE: Oh, yeah?

BRENDEN: He's just turned three.

I don't know why I didn't tell you. I just, um...

(JACKIE SOBS QUIETLY)

I feel like I betrayed you or something.

(EXHALES)

BRENDEN: Jack. Say something.

What's his name?

BRENDEN: James.

Fuck. (BREATHES HEAVILY, SNIFFLES)

Yeah, his name's James.

He's beautiful.

JACKIE: I know you're a good dad.

(BRENDEN SPEAKS TEARFULLY) I want to be.

(JACKIE SOBS)

(BRENDEN CRIES)

(SOBS)

BRENDEN: I'm sorry.

BRENDEN: I'm sorry.

(SOBS) I gotta... I gotta... I gotta go.

- (SNIFFLES) - (RECEIVER CLATTERS)

(SOBS) Fuck.

(GRIM MUSIC)

(WORKERS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

KELLY: Cheers, mate.

WORKER: Give us a hand, please, mate?

WORKER 2: Yeah, mate. No worries.

- (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - KELLY: Have a good day.

- KELLY: You all good, babe? - GLENN: Yeah.

- KELLY: Yep. - GLENN: All good.

- KELLY: Got it done, babe. - GLENN: I fuckin' told you.

Good job! Look at you go!

Good job! Look at you go!

Yeah. Chuck it there. Chuck it there.

(GLENN LAUGHS)

(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)

GLENN: Fuck off.

- Fuck. - KELLY: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

OK, just pull over.

(SIREN DRAWS CLOSER)

Oh, fuck.

- Shit. Alright, um... - Give me the ID.

Give me the ID. Give me the fuckin' ID.

- OK. What's your name? - (SIREN STOPS)

Barry Reid.

Yeah. And what's your date of birth?

- February 2, 19... 1967. - Yep.

Can I see your driver's licence?

I wasn't speeding, was I?

(SCOFFS) Mind telling us what you guys got

in the crate in the back there?

Oh, just some car parts, mate.

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

You want to step out of the vehicle for me?

Is there a problem?

Step out of the car.

Come on, mate.

KELLY: Just get out of the car.

Get out. It's alright.

Don't be an idiot.

GLENN: Yeah, I'll get out of the fucking car!

- KELLY: Glenn, stop! Stop! - Hey!

Put that gun down!

What do you think you're doing?

KELLY: Glenn! Don't be a fucking idiot!

QUILTY: Listen to your missus, Glenn.

- Glenn, you fucking idiot. Stop. - Put that gun down.

- You don't want to shoot him! - Arggh!

KELLY: Don't, Glenn! Don't, Glenn!

Stop! Please don't be a fucking moron!

QUILTY: You want to be a cop killer?

KELLY: Don't fucking shoot him.

Glenn, you're not that kind of person.

Get that thing down! Get down!

(KELLY YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

QUILTY: Put that gun down!

I'll fucking kill you! I'll fuckin'...

- I'll fucking kill you! - Put the gun down, Glenn!

You'll never fucking see her again!

You'll be in for the rest of your days!

Get the gun down!

KELLY: Please, Glenn! Put the fucking gun down!

QUILTY: Up against it now!

- KELLY: Please! - QUILTY: Get up against it.

KELLY: They're gonna fucking kill you.

So put the gun down!

QUILTY: Get the gun down! Up against it now!

KELLY: Glenn, please, put the fucking gun down!

KELLY: Glenn, please, put the fucking gun down!

QUILTY: Drop it! Drop it! Drop it! On the ground now.

Get up against this!

- (ENERGETIC DANCE MUSIC) - Up against it!

Hands on your head!

He hasn't done anything!

QUILTY: Head down, Glenn! (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- D'ANGELO: Stay in the car. - QUILTY: Don't you move!

Do you hear me?

? Hey, hey, yeah ?

? When we touch each other ?

? In a state of ecstasy ?

? Want this night to last forever ?

? Only love ?

? Can set you free ?

Hey, Glenny.

PORTER: We did a search of your home.

PORTER: We did a search of your home.

? Set you free ?

PORTER: Are you curious at all to know what we found?

? Free ?

? Set you free ?

? Set you free... ?

We're gonna need you to cooperate with us.

? When we touch each other ?

? In a state of ecstasy ?

(PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

? Want this night to last forever ?

(DOOR CLUNKS SHUT)

? Only love ?

? Can set you free ?

MICHAELA: Bren? Is that you?

? Set you free ?

? Set you free... ?

? Set you free... ?

? Set you free ?

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

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