All language subtitles for Run (2026) S01E05 The Storm Beats Down.en

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.

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

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.

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)

(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.

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)

(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.

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.
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.

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.

- 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

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.

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...

- (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?

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)

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.

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, 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.

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.

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

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.

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

- (SNIFFLES)
- (RECEIVER CLATTERS)

(SOBS)

(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!

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!
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!

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

Get up against this!
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.

# 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 #

(HAUNTING MUSIC)