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I used to date this girl
before Sandrine,

and she was, like,
really into me, right?

Uh-huh.

Like...really into me.

Cool.

I ran into her recently.

Yeah?

Her teeth were disgusting.

She's got a protruding tooth.

Really?

I'd forgotten all about it.

I'd just completely forgotten,

and for years,
I was thinking that she...

Oh, Leon, give us something,
will you? Anything.

Oh, lap it up, fellas.
The whole world's taken a day off.

Oh, you taste like a peach.

-Oh, gag.
-All juicy and...

Stop it.

What are you doing to me?

Me? How about you?

-Hey, I'm just hanging around.
-Gee, that's flattering.

OK, maybe not just hanging.

-Now you're going too far.
-You don't make it easy, do you?

Who wants easy?

There is something
I have to tell you, though.

(GASPS MOCKINGLY) Right.

Something I've been meaning
to tell you.

OK.

We have to move on. From here.

Yeah. Bitch.

Oh!

I do have a special treat, though.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

Like?

It's a secret. Come on.

(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(SIREN WAILS)

Relax, relax. I've got this.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

Evening.

Morning.

Can I see your licence,
please, ma'am?

I'm not sure I have it on me.

Name?

-Alana Zlotnikov.
-How do you spell that?

J-O-N-A-S. That's the Anglo spelling.

-(LAUGHS)
-Date of birth?

01/11/84.

Nice car.

Ta.

Sit tight.

-How fast were you going?
-Oh, please.

I can't be here.

What's he doing?

Just... (SIGHS) Keep going.

(LAUGHS)

DOMINIC: You just never know how
people are gonna turn out, do you?

MICHAEL: Never really
thought about it.

And that's why, see?
'Cause no-one ever thinks about it.

-I don't know about that.
-No, it's true.

You take it from me.

You think about the house
you're going to live in,

the car you're going to drive,

the woman you're going to love.

Then something happens.

What?

-Dom?
-What?

"The car you're gonna drive, the..."

Did I say car?

Oh. Leon, can you
have another look for us?

Just anything. Anything will do.

No, there's nothing from VKC.

No-one calling for backup.

Oh, hang on, here we go.

An old fella's called 000.

Says someone's doing it in a car
yard on Branton St, South Melbourne.

MICHAEL: Anyone attending?

No, he makes similar calls
on a regular basis.

Why is he wandering around at dawn?

Apparently his wife's Bichon
needed a tinkle.

Shall we?

I do love a Bichon.

MICHAEL: We've got it, Leon.

(SIREN WAILS)

DOMINIC: Oi, what the...?

MICHAEL: Hey. Hey, stop the car!

We have a suspected stolen vehicle

heading south along Branton St,
South Melbourne.

It's a green Porsche 911.

Registration is Juliet Charlie 9110.

Whoa, hey! Stop the car.

-Turn off the engine.
-Do not move.

Turn off the engine.

And put your hands up
where I can see them.

Put them up. Do exactly as I say,
one step at a time.

Slowly reach out of the window
and open the door from the outside.

Now slowly step out of the vehicle.

Walk around to the front of the car
and put your hands on the bonnet.

Almost.

Yeah, hardly. Put your hands
behind your back.

You like fast cars, do you?

LEON: Porsche should be coming up
on your left.

LAWSON: Yeah, got him.

Stay on him.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Alright, stay with him,
stay with him.

Yeah, I've got it, I've got it.

Use your left for braking.
Keep the revs up.

You're not helping.

Stop, stop. Just stop.
Just leave it.

Leon, Leon, we've lost the Porsche,
OK? Send out a general call.

-I was right on him.
-You were nowhere near him, alright?

You were taking those corners way
too wide, getting all out of shape.

You were endangering us, him
and the general public.

(CHEERING, CAR ENGINES REV)

STELLA: So what's going on here?

ALANA: I want to show you something.

Nice.

(LAUGHS)

Come have a closer look.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Whoo!

-Do I fit?
-Slot right in.

(LAUGHS) Yes.

Looks like I'm keeping my 25 grand.
Whoo-hoo!

-Hey.
-Hey.

You, uh, like my ride?

-Mad.
-Yeah.

Where did you get this?

Yeah. Mmm.

(PANTS)

(DIALS PHONE)

-(PHONE RINGS)
-Hello?

Filing cabinet, top drawer,
left-hand side.

Can you send the spare keys
to my house around in a car?

Yeah, I'll check.

They're there, Leon.

Uh...no, they're not.

Are you checking
on the left-hand side?

Yeah, I'm looking.
Just so much mess.

Oh, got them.

Ha.

So you don't want an update?

Stella's called in sick,
and a couple of stolen vehicles.

Just send them round, Leon.

They're going. On their way.

-Good luck for today.
-(KERRY HANGS UP)

Hello?

Yeah, I... What?

No, I...

Yes, OK.

Well, I'm sorry. I...

Well... As soon as I can, OK?

As soon as I can.

Hey. Where was that other car going?

-I don't know.
-OK, come here.

No-one knows where
the start line is yet.

Right, OK.
You see these gentlemen here?

See those guys?
They're not as nice as us.

They'll put you in a room, fill you
up with so much instant coffee

that your bladder will need removing.

What's going on?

They were gonna text everyone
with the details.

The details for what?
What are we talking about?

It's called the Jaxy. Jaxy 200.

It's a race. They ran one last year.

Right, so where's your phone?

-It's in the centre console.
-OK.

Leon, I'm going to send you
a mobile number.

I need you to look into it for us.

Got anything on the Porsche?

Check out something
called the Jaxy 200.

-You right there?
-I'm glad you knew what was going
on.

(LAUGHS)

-Can I join in?
-Uh, private party.

Oh, that's not fair.

Do you, um...do you need anything?

No.

-You sure?
-Absolutely.

-Can't tempt you with, uh...?
-No. Go away, Matt.

Have, um...have we met?

Twice.

Don't take it personally. I must
have just been having too much fun.

Guess so.

So, think you're in
with a chance, Alana?

I don't need chance, Matt.

I've got skill.

Is that what you call it?

(CHUCKLES)

'Sup?

-Al?
-Mmm?

What's the deal?

Oh, just relax.

Enjoy yourself for once.

Then go to work tomorrow
and kiss your boss's arse.

Oh, I'm not sure she'd be into that.

LEON: It's all over
the local petrol-head sites.

Everyone wants in
but it's invite only.

Why, so they can have the privilege
of being arrested?

It's 25-grand cash for the winner.

Oh, nice.

Says here the race
is all over by dawn.

They take off in the next 10 minutes.

Three legs, city location,
details to be specified.

Leon, is there anything
on that mobile

that indicates a start position?

-No, all quiet as yet.
-What about our files?

The only mention of the race
is in an accident report.

Some kid jumped his skateboard off a
gutter into one of the passing cars.

He ended up with a broken leg
and a busted shoulder.

-The driver didn't stop.
-Classy.

Local police encountered several
high-speed vehicles around the area

but failed to make an arrest.

They get any IDs?

A couple of nobodies,
all charged with speeding offences.

There's one person of interest,
though - Matt Green.

No job, no priors but was found
with 25-grand cash in his glove box.

25 grand?

There's a report of some
hotted-up cars down on Footscray Road

under the City Link exchange.

Alright, we'll take a look.

We're about 10 away.

Leon, send the uniforms down there
until we get there.

Yeah, I'm onto it.

You pass the checkpoint,
you'll get another text message

outlining the next leg
of the course.

Plug it straight into your GPS.

Now, the first person who completes
the course or comes out clean,

you're looking at 25 grand.

(CROWD CHEERS)

(SIRENS WAIL)

Consider that your starting gun.
Hit it, Nick.

Alrighty, now follow these
instructions at your own peril.

Let's go. Whoo!

Guys, the first leg
goes through Port Melbourne.

There's a checkpoint at the corner
of Turner and Graham Streets.

ALANA: Plug the details
into the GPS.

Stella.

(LAUGHS)

(ENGINES REV)

(LAUGHS) Oh, God.

Whoo!

LAWSON: Leon,
how's our back-up going?

LEON: Uniforms
are building a roadblock

100m down from
the first checkpoint.

Tell them to hurry.
These boys are quick.

-LAWSON: Dom!
-Yeah?

We'll have to combine our efforts
and tackle them one at a time.

There's a side...two side streets
heading off in opposite directions.

Uniforms are blocking off what they
can but it's a bit of a scramble.

Lawson, if we push the roadblock
back 50 yards,

it might encourage a couple of them
to turn off before the roadblock.

OK, good idea. Let's come in
at different angles.

Why am I here?

You're a sucker. Sucker for speed.

Yeah, that's me. Let's suck.

Ooh, shit.

STELLA: Shit.

OFFICER: Get out of the car, buddy!

-STELLA: Back it up. Come on.
-Get out of the car!

Follow Matt. Just go. Turn around.

-I can't.
-OK, get out. Go.

(SIREN WAILS)

Dom, I'm on the Charger's tail,
heading north down Lorimer.

-Where are you?
-DON: We're coming up Turner.

I'll try and force him down Ingles.
I want you to block the exit.

Got it.

Turn your engine off and
put your hands where I can see them!

Out of the car.

Open your door
and step out of the vehicle.

Come around and put your hands
on the bonnet.

Hurry up!

Alright, Dom, get him to uniforms
and get back on it.

Yep.

MICHAEL: Come on.

Taking notes?

LAWSON: Leon, any sign of
the Falcon or the Porsche?

LEON: No sign of them.

They dropped off the radar

about 3 k's from when
you last saw them.

-What about you, Dom?
-Nah, it's pretty dead out here.

Just lots of people
obeying the speed limit.

Alright. Keep looking.

STELLA: He's all over the place.

-(TYRES SQUEAL)
-ALANA: Just take him.

Come on, Stell, they're right on us.

Stella!

-(HORNS HONK)
-(SIREN BLARES)

(TYRES SCREECH)

OFFICER: Come on, out of the car.

Hands on the bonnet.

Hands on the bonnet! Do it now!

-OK.
-(HANDCUFFS CLINK)

MAN: Don't contradict
your initial statement.

KERRY: Yeah, I think
I know it by heart.

Time often affects recall.

So does stress.

So does long-term
drug and alcohol abuse.

Oh, come on, Peter, it was a joke.
I'm just trying to cheer you up.

Fine. How are you feeling?

Oh, top-shelf.

Essentially, you want
to make sure...

Flat white, please.

..that your concern for the victim's
family remains present.

Takeaway.

-It's best that you can work...
-Peter, Peter, Peter.

That's the victim's brother
over there by the coffee.

You know what? Forget about it.

-Two minutes, mate.
-I can't wait.

Walk out of here without caffeine,
you'll hate yourself.

-Really?
-Trust me.

You'll wish I'd made you wait 10
to fully appreciate the experience.

-Where's that from?
-Um, Hillside TAFE.

Oh, that renowned institution.
And you studied?

-Coffee.
-Coffee.

-Coffee and Freud?
-No, mate. Just coffee.

Of course, mate. You'd be a Jungian
with those glasses on, wouldn't you?

-Mate, relax.
-No, no, no, no, no, please expand.

Tell me about self-hatred.

I've got a wallet that's shaped
like a banana. What does that mean?

What does that say about me?

YOU MAKE COFFEE!

-Yeah, that's my crime...
-Hey, hey.

Just shut up.

There you go.

I'm not having that.

Shannon, you've been
with us long enough

to know how to behave
in the correct manner.

I'm not having that in the morning.

Just breathe it in. Inhale it.

(SNIFFS) We're going to the bakery.

Oi!

What do you think you're doing?

Keys.

You want to drive that much?

We're going to the bakery.

So good. They're the best.

Hey, what's the point
of a croissant anyway?

It's just a bun with no meat.

-Tell you what it does have, though.
-Yeah?

A lot of fat. All that butter.

How's your leg?

-That's a very personal question.
-Shannon.

Never ask a man about his wounds.

I might just... Excuse me.

Epic.

It's the grill. And the oil they use.

-Olive?
-Nah.

That's what everyone thinks.
It's too strong.

Just want a simple vegie oil
to stop it from sticking.

Let the smokiness
of the coals get in.

Boss, I need you.

Come on!

Michael, can you get
the door, please?

-I asked for Burger Rings.
-Just get in the car.

Please. Come on.

Is that open?

I got it!

-Good luck.
-Oh, right near the bloody tree.

OK. (SIGHS)

-I'll just be a couple of minutes.
-Uh-huh.

(DIALS NUMBER)

Hey, Stell.

Just wanted to call
and say Jaxy 200.

We came, we saw, we ate their arses
for breakfast.

Anyway, um, hope
you're feeling better.

-That was quick.
-Yep. Just drive.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Nice job.

Word for word,
just like the accident report.

You did not miss a beat.

-Listen...
-Oh, I've been listening, Inspector.

And I think you're in the clear.

You were well-prepared,
you answered thoughtfully.

Your compassion for my brother was...

(LAUGHS BITTERLY) Well, let's just
say you had the whole room

on the edge of their seats.

If all my clients were like you,
I would never lose a case. Never.

I'm sorry.

You've had your day in court
so let's just le...

And now you're ready to move on.
Job done.

What do you need to hear?

That I enjoyed that?

That I just had to
get it off my chest?

That I will never think about
your brother again?

Maybe.

Well, there you go. It's...

Your job's done.

I tried to talk to you.

I know.

Maybe I shouldn't
have had that coffee.

I just...

I can't stand experts.

My brother was an expert -

thought he was - on...on beer.

Kept telling me how he'd
managed to lay his hands

on some special brew from Denmark.

Barely drunk the stuff.

Said it was too fattening.

Just...

..kept it all in his fridge.

If I drink it all to myself,

reckon it would kill me.

It's good for washing your hair,
apparently.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Ha.

I'm sure you'll find
plenty of takers.

Yeah.

So what do you say?

Help me drink it?

Oh...I don't think so.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(PHONE RINGS)

Kerry, hi. How'd you go?

Oh, good. Fine. Fine.
What did you want?

I need you to head down to
South Melbourne Police Station.

Uh-huh. Want to fill me in?

So who was the guy in the Porsche?

Matt.

-Is he a friend?
-No, not really.

I met him once or twice
but he's not a friend, not at all.

That's good. I'd hate this to
interfere with your social life.

So tell me, how does
a guy like that, a young guy,

get 25 grand to throw around?

I don't know.

(CROSSING SIGNAL BLEEPS)

-So what about the girl?
-Which girl?

The girl who was with you in
the car, the owner of the vehicle.

The girl they released an hour ago.

-She's a friend.
-Aha.

You think I'm your friend, Stella?

-You're my boss.
-That's right.

So why shouldn't I sack you
right now?

I'm sorry.

Do you know how much work
we put into you?

Sorry.

We and Lawson
and the whole police force,

we took this reckless wannabe
and made her the real deal.

What you wanna do -
just throw that back in our face?

-Sorry.
-Say that once more and you will be.

Stella, this can end, you know?

This can just stop.

So what do you want me
to do about it?

Nothing.

Nothing?!

Oh, great. Right.

Well, I don't know
what you want me to say.

Oh, don't you?

(SCOFFS)

OK, put your uniform on,
get out on the road,

you find Matt Green before the end
of your shift or you're out.

I'll handle this.

You think that's
a good idea right now?

So what's the damage?

She's been charged
with summary offences,

which she'll have to
tend to by herself.

Any further discipline's
up to her superior officer.

Alright, I'll send her home
for today and then...

Oh, no. No, no, no.

-Kerry, she's my responsibility too.
-What, are you her dad?

Lawson, her brain has fallen out.
She's stopped thinking for herself.

-Look, but she's still a talent.
-Oh, yeah, so am I.

-So what are you planning on doing?
-I don't know.

-Alright, well, let's confer, OK?
-No way.

She's mine.

I've just gotta
get out of this suit.

You've still got all your limbs.
She can't be too angry.

-Hey...
-I'm out.

What do you mean?

It's done.

She wants me to finish
the end of my shift but...

Yeah, right. So you're gonna
leave me here all on my own.

A bunch of heroes and me.

(SCOFFS)

Who were you with?

Alana.

But it's not her fault, she's...
It's this other guy.

Good.

Good. So...I'll help you
get back out on the grid.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

That's how we do.

-Hey, how's your noggin?
-You saw?

The pleasures of lapel cam.

(SIGHS) I never thought a box
of chocolates could be so lethal.

You know what you need?

Handcuffs.

Yeah.

No!

You've gotta work
with what you've got, mate.

I just jingle the cuffs

and Nina comes running
like a...very exotic Nina.

(CHUCKLES)
Did you steal a set of cuffs?

No, man. I bought some -
the fluffy ones.

Alright. Well, I think you'll
find that's not what we need.

(WHISPERS) Dom, you've gotta try it.
They love it!

Sandrine's nipples are infected,

the baby's waking
at 40 minute intervals

and I've become about as attractive

as the pile of nappies
festering in my laundry sink.

That's too much detail.

Hey, Dom, you finished
with your counsellor?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Get out there. You're with Lawson.

Alright. OK.

Yeah, hey, Steve, it's Kerry.

Yeah, look, I'm just after
a bit of information.

Oh, one of my officers has stumbled
across some illegal activities

in the course of her work.

Yeah. Look, you haven't got anything
on a Matthew Green, have you?

Nah, I've got an address. We're just
looking for grounds for a warrant.

No, I'll handle it.

Yeah, yeah, I can hold.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Lawson,
you need to get down to Goldfingers,

the strip joint.

There's a guy there threatening
the manager with a knife.

Any idea what it's about?

-His daughter works there.
-OK. Copy that.

(TYRES SCREECH)

-G'day.
-G'day. Just come through.

OK.

MAN: Do you want me
to wait here all day?

Want your customers to see this?
Get her out here.

-Put the knife down.
-Get her out here now!

I have been reasonable, OK?
I am trying to be reasonable.

I wanna see my daughter now.

My name's Lawson Blake of
Tactical Response. What's your name?

I wanna see my daughter
out here NOW!

-Alright...
-SHUT UP!

That's won't happen unless
you put that knife down.

-Hey, PISS OFF! Chanel!
-You'll pay for those!

-CHANEL!
-Just turn to me and look at me, sir.

Get her out here now!

Let's resolve this, OK?
Let's resolve this.

-Dom...
-Go and get her.

..go and see how this started.

Turn around here and talk to me, OK?

Tell me about your daughter.
Tell me what's going on.

KERRY: Yeah, could I get
a warrant for that address?

It's part of an investigation
into illegal car-racing.

Michael, you're with me.

Yeah, fax it through
to me now. Great.

-OK, Stella, what's your plan?
-Um...

I assume you haven't been just
sitting around sooking, have you?

Actually, Kerry,
we were just about to...

Stella?

No, we should probably
try and find the Porsche.

Well, it hasn't been seen for ages.
What's your next idea?

-Um...
-Hey?

Let's go. Grab that fax
that's coming through, Michael.

KERRY: It's one of these
new apartments.

Flash area, actually.

MICHAEL: Yeah. Some pretty great
apartments around here.

Yeah. This guy, right, get this -
he's 25, lives right up near the top.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Oh, well. Maybe he lived with
his parents for a while. Saved up.

Yeah. Maybe.

So where exactly are we...

Just keep going straight ahead.
I'll tell you when to turn.

There she is.

Chanel, I'm Sergeant Dominic Wales...

-Is Dad still downstairs?
-Ah, yeah.

Has he just found out
about this, has he?

-I work in the bar.
-Yeah.

He's just annoyed because I can
finally afford to get away from him.

So has he reacted like this before?

Standard operating procedure, sure.

I can see why you'd wanna
move out then.

I'm not moving because of him.

It's my mum. She's really nuts.

Oh. OK. Um...

You boys'll believe anything, huh?

Oh, well...

Look at me. I look good, right?

Yeah. You're obviously very fit.

Yeah, it's pulling all those beers.

Do you know exactly who's in there?

Oh, apart from Matt Green,
I'm not sure.

But the guy's obviously involved
with drugs or something,

so best kit up, yeah?

-What do you reckon, Stella? Kit up?
-Yep.

OK.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR) Police! Open up!

MICHAEL: It's unlocked.

(KNOCKS)

Police! We have a warrant.

Police! Don't move!

Put your hands in the air.

Hands on your head
and down on your knees.

Hi.

All clear.

Hey, Stella...

This is where you win or lose,
alright.

-You're about to lose big-time.
-Yeah.

-Not "yeah". Get onto it.
-I'm on it.

Oh, yeah?

Find out where Matt Green is, eh?

-Hey. What is this?
-What are you doing here?

I came to pick something up.

-Where's Matt?
-I dunno.

The woman standing behind me
with a gun strapped to her thigh -

she wants to kill me right now,
and possibly you too.

How much you think a rag and a bottle
of disinfectant costs, Michael?

Hmm? Oh, um...
I don't know. A couple of bucks.

Yeah. Not as if he doesn't
have the money, right?

Tell me where he is.

I haven't seen him
since this morning.

I need his number.

(SIGHS)

This isn't my idea
of a romantic reunion, Stella.

(SCOFFS) Not mine either.

But right now
you need to work with me.

OK.

It's under 'Matt'.

(SCOFFS) Brilliant.

Leon, I need you to triangulate
this mobile number for me.

You ever been to a strip club?

Oh, come on.
We all have, haven't we?

-Yeah, a lot of people have.
-Did you enjoy it?

-Tell me.
-It's different when it's your own.

You have a kid working
in a strip club, do you?

-No, I don't, Paul.
-No.

Come on, she's beautiful.

I don't want her
to feel ashamed, you know?

The world is full of sick, sick...

-Sick puppies?
-What?

Sick puppies.

Look, with all due respect, Paul,

you're the one holding
the knife right now.

Oh, you'd know, I suppose.

Your line of business.
Sick dogs everywhere.

Yeah, we come across quite a few.

Beautiful women.

They bring out the worst in a bloke,
don't you reckon?

No, not always.

Paul, listen to me,

if you keep holding that knife,

you don't leave us with many options.

Come on.

Nah.

Nah.

Chanel!

He's gonna get hurt, isn't he?

Look, Chanel, if there is anything
you can tell me

that'll calm him down.

It doesn't matter what you tell him.
He thinks this is his fault.

Is it his fault?

Do you have any children?

Uh, yeah. I do. I have a daughter.

Does she break your heart?

What if someone hurt her, huh?
It would make you crazy forever.

What, has something happened?

It's ancient history now.

But I can't live with it.

I cannot live with his guilt.

I've been warning him for weeks now.

Just never thought
I'd make the cash to move out.

He knows I like my luxuries.

Yeah, well, it's nice
if you can afford them.

Well, he named me Chanel.

Yeah, but it's hard to live
the high-life on a barmaid's wage.

Isn't it?

You're just on a standard rate,
is that right?

Barmaids do get paid by the hour.
Sure.

-And you have a pay slip?
-I chuck 'em away.

Yeah, but you could get your hands
on one, couldn't ya?

Absolutely. Yeah.

-Chanel!
-Paul, come back to me.

-Chanel!
-Paul? Paul?

Just talk now. Come on. Paul?

Look at that.
She works behind the bar.

-Have a look at this.
-What is it?

It's your daughter's pay slip. OK?

Nice and easy. I'm just
gonna place it on the table.

Have a look
at the top left-hand corner.

OK?

$12.80?

LAWSON: I reckon you'd earn more than
that stripping, wouldn't you say?

She works behind the bar.

Oh, bullshit.
How'd she get the money to move?

Don't know.

Guess she was just motivated to save.

-12 bucks?
-Not a lot, is it?

-You miserable prick.
-Taser! Taser!

(TASER CLICKS)

(GROANS)

For you.

Ah, thank you.

But I can't take gifts.

So pay me.

10 bucks.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry. I can't.

Thanks.

Hey? Was that pay slip real?

Does it matter?

LEON: Alright,
he's definitely in Coburg.

Has his phone got a GPS on it?

I'll give it a shot.

Here we go. Travelling eastbound
on Charles Street.

There you are, Stell. We're on.

(ENGINE REVS)

-There he is. You got him?
-Mm-hm.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

This guy does a 180-turn
whenever he gets in a jam.

Just track him.

Leon, get us a map of the area.
Lawson?

Yeah, we're heading westbound
down Charles Street at the moment.

Leon, we need a place
where we can contain him.

There's a dead-end
at Catherine Street

about three blocks down
on your left.

Lawson, we need to force him
into that dead-end.

Yep. Will do.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Alright, when he turns left,
we need you right behind us.

MICHAEL: Alright,
this is Catherine coming up.

300m before he hits the dead-end.

OK, block it. Block it.

Police! Get out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Turn off the engine and get out!

Step forward, and on your knees.

On your knees.

Face down and hands
where I can see them. Off you go.

Michael.

-(GROANS)
-You owe me 25 grand.

Yeah, you reckon?

Can I come to work tomorrow?

Haven't made up my mind yet.

Michael, you're driving.

Have you got any money on you?

About 10 bucks.

You can catch the bus.

You've had enough free rides
for one day.

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

(SIGHS)

Helps create a false sense
of...wellbeing.

Please.

Hey, did you...did you drive here?

Why? You going to arrest me?

(LAUGHS) Well, it's not like
I haven't been asked

to do that before.

(LAUGHS)

I would love you
to arrest me, Kerry.

Please arrest me.