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(CALM MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

KERRY: James?

James, I'm off.

You better come down here
and start cleaning this up,

or I'll...I'll start
cooking again, huh?

Remember the bad old days?

James?!

OK.

Give it to me straight.

-Your pants could be tighter.
-Sure.

A bit pristine for a cabbie,
don't you think?

-Here, give me the jacket.
-Really?

Yeah, mate, I'll fix it up.
Come on, here.

It's too tidy, too clean.

That's dumb enough to be convincing.

-Ladies, playtime is over. Leon.
-What?

Get onto Josh, tell him to meet us
at the meth lab. He's late.

-OK.
-Leon!

Alright, alright, alright.
There you go. Perfect.

Good luck.

(THWACK!)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(FIRES GUN)

(RINGING TONE)

JOSH: (ON MESSAGE)
Sorry I can't take your call.

-Leave a message and I'll get...
-(DISCONNECTS CALL)

-Any sign from Josh?
-No.

-You call him?
-Yeah, I just got the message bank.

Yeah.

LEON: (OVER RADIO) Alright, cameras
are online. You getting pictures?

-Yeah, we got 'em.
-Ditto.

(LAUGHS) That's what I call
a meth lab.

Yeah. Where are they?
The cook's due in 20 minutes.

MICHAEL: (IMITATES ROBERT DE NIRO)
Thank God for the rain.

Help to wash away all the garbage
and the trash from the streets.

LEON: OK, Travis Bickle,
you ready for this?

You talking to me? You talking to me?

(LAUGHS) You know I am, you knob.

There's your cook, Blake Fincher,
aka Nigella.

-Where can I take you, buddy?
-I think you know where.

I go all over. I take people to the
city, to the west, I take them to...

I need to make a stop-off
on the way.

(NORMAL VOICE) No.
No stopping mid fare. (STARTS ENGINE)

-This guy's getting cold feet, Kerry.
-Oh, have a little faith, Lawson.

Oh, here we go.

-How's our cook travelling?
-Yeah, on his way.

-Sugar?
-No, no.

I've put on a bit weight
since James arrived.

A big set-up in there.
Only the best for Nigella.

'Nigella', eh? Well, I hope
he knows what he's doing.

He's the best meth cook
in the business.

Bloody dangerous business.

Depends who's cooking, good-looking.

(KERRY LAUGHS SOFTLY)

BLAKE: Hey, babe.

No, I can't wait to see you either.

No, we're on the way.

I just have to stop off and do
something, and then we'll be there.

No, it won't take long.
It's...uh, it's nothing.

It's complicated. It's...
It has nothing to d...

Shit! Shit, shit!

(IMITATES ROBERT DE NIRO)
Like elephants, huh?

-What?
-Women.

Nice to look at,
but you wouldn't want to own one.

For your information,
that was my boyfriend.

-I'm just a cabbie, mate.
-(SIGHS)

Guys get in, guys get out.
I don't ask any questions...

Look, can you just
drop the bullshit?

Leon, do you want to get him
to pull it back a bit?

-LEON: Will do.
-Still nothing from Josh?

-No, not a sausage.
-Alright.

Go and get a few uniforms
sent around to his place, OK?

Alright, gotcha. How about
you take care of Mr De Niro?

I approached you guys
about this deal, OK?

And I am willing
to go through with it.

I just want you to stop off for one
minute so I can see my boyfriend.

-Can't do it.
-(SIGHS)

TR-45964,
can you contact base, please?

-(DIALS PHONE)
-That's illegal.

Yeah, this is car number 45964.
What's up?

Uh, Lawson loves what you're doing,

but you could you please
pull it back?

Pick-up in Oscar Street. Can do.

Hey, there's no bloody award
in this, you know, mate?

-Stop the car.
-That's a negative.

-I said stop the car.
-How about you close your door?

He is two minutes away
and I want to see him.

Take me to Will or the deal is off.

No way. He'll do a runner.

Well, we can't hold him
against his wishes.

-He's a free man.
-Oh, you are joking.

Leon, he's got 10 minutes,
and 10 minutes only, OK?

And he stays in Michael's sights
at all times.

Aarggh!

Yeah, babe, we're really close.
We're, like, two minutes away.

Take a right here. Right here.

Hope his pit stop
doesn't cost us, Kerry.

(SIGHS)

We've been gathering evidence
on these guys for some time.

I know, I know.

A lot of people visit
these fellas, eh?

I mean, not just speed freaks,
a couple of smackies,

small-time users, you know,
casual users.

Yeah, yeah.

Surveillance turned up an ID
on a James Vincent recently.

I just thought you should know.

Leon, we're gonna have
a bit of a problem.

Can you get the street cameras up
in the area?

-(ENGINES STOP)
-(WHISPERS) Stay in the car.

What's going on?
Can you get out of the way, please?

Hey, Nigella! Welcome back, mate.

I was just on my way to you.

-Ah. Change of venue.
-What's happening?

We've been renovating and I want you
to see the new kitchen. Come on!

Kerry, they're gonna grab him.
What do I tell Michael?

(SIGHS) Let them have him, Leon.
We can't blow cover.

-Hey!
-It's alright, mate.

(TYPES) Car number TR-45964,
next driver's here.

-Shift's over now.
-OK, OK, OK.

(MOTORBIKE ENGINES START)

(ENGINES REV)

Leon, Charlie Juliet 754.
I'm in pursuit.

OK, got it.
Just don't make it too obvious.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

OK, I can confirm Mr Kawasaki
is our man, Theodore Van Truk.

He's picking up his cook early.

Tell us you've got a visual, Leon.

(TYPES) Got it.

Yeah, well, don't spook him.

I think we know how to do our job.

OK, Leon, I'm approaching
Blackshaws Road. Left or right?

(TYPES)

Hello? Anybody home?

-Uh, stand by, Michael.
-Have you got them or not?

Uh, just hang on.

LAWSON: It's not the
Bermuda Triangle, Leon.

Hang on. They must have hit
a dead spot on the street cams.

-Leon, where are they?!
-That's a good question.

And we're working on it.

You've got a position
on Blake's phone, haven't you?

I can definitely tell you
he's somewhere in Footscray.

-That's the best I can do right now.
-Left or right?

-I said we're working on it.
-Leon, what's happening?

-Leon!
-Yeah. You think this is so easy.

I can't work miracles, Lawson.

I'm good, yes,
but I'm only bloody human.

-So that means you lost him.
-Yes, I've lost them.

Yeah, they lost him.

OK, so we must have another location.
You got any leads on a lab?

No. This is all that
Blake offered up.

-Right. So, no cook, no lab.
-LAWSON: And no bust.

Stell, we're on the move. Leon,
tell me something I want to hear.

I've just checked camera number 13.
Only 94 to go in the general area.

Well, yes, that's assuming
he's still on the road.

Hey, what about the bug
on Blake's phone?

Well, it's no good
if he's sitting on it.

-I'm getting nothing but noise.
-(SIGHS) Wonderful.

Look, Audrey, what have you
brought up on Van Truk?

Uh, he has leases on
a number of properties.

One in Preston, one in Melton.
He's got a warehouse in Seddon.

Weren't they headed to Seddon
when we lost them?

-Yeah, that's what I reckon.
-And get this.

His company name
is Super Chef Securities.

Great. Drug dealer with
a sense of humour.

Leon, get everyone to this warehouse
in Seddon, will ya?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

No signs of life here, Audrey.

-Any other possible locations?
-Uh, no.

Sorry, the next closest is Preston.

They've gotta be in the
Melbourne metro area somewhere.

I'm still getting a feed off the bug
on Blake's phone.

Yeah, but are you hearing
any of that, Leon?

No. No, it must be in
his pocket or something.

-It's still too muffled.
-(SIGHS)

Did you tell him to take
the phone out of his pocket?

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO)
Stella, Shannon, do me a favour.

Head around to Josh's apartment.
See what's going on, will ya?

-Love to.
-(ENGINE STARTS)

(STATIC BUZZES)

BLAKE: (OVER BUG)
No. I have to say...

-Are you getting this, Kerry?
-Yeah. Thanks, Leon.

..I am quietly surprised.

VAN TRUK: Only the best for Nigella.

Where do I take a piss?

Come here. Up the stairs
and to the right.

Don't touch me.

(DIALS PHONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

-LAWSON: (OVER PHONE) Blake?
-I'm somewhere in Seddon.

Near a river.
It's a green warehouse.

Yep. Yep. We're here. We're outside.

OK. I, um...I need to see Will.

-Is that your boyfriend?
-Yes.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Look, I'm sorry, that's just
too risky right now.

Hey, if you want me to go through
with this, you get Will down here.

I need to talk to him.

Blake, it's just not gonna happen,
for your own safety.

But the minute this is all over,
we'll take you to him.

Deal?

Blake, that's the best I can do.

Fine!

(SIGHS) Right.

Now, we need some vision in there.

-What?
-Cameras.

I'm gonna send two officers in
to fit the place up.

-What's the best way in?
-There's a side door.

I can open it for them.

Great. First we need Van Truk
and his mates out of there, though.

-And how am I supposed to do that?
-I don't know. Use your imagination.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Right.

(LAUGHS) Sure. OK.

Michael, Christian,
we need eyes in there.

Head down the side of the building
with the gear and stand by.

Copy that.

-Hey.
-Oh.

-Those GDs even check this out?
-Mmm.

BLAKE: Got the ammonia,
the lithium...

So, basically we're looking at
a Nazi method, right?

-Which seems appropriate.
-Ha-ha.

Taking notes, Kerry? This guy
is quite the chemistry tutor.

-PhD apparently.
-He's still a drug addict.

Ex. Ex-addict.

Let's give him a break, hey?

Oh, I love these -
a straight ball glass stopcock.

Yeah. We know you're
a smart-arse, OK?

But what you're gonna do is you're
gonna teach Phil here how to cook.

OK. Phil.

Making ice, making methamphetamine
that you can smoke,

is essentially
a purification process.

And what is the purest thing
on earth?

-My dick, Nigella?
-No, it's not. It's love.

Love is what keeps us pure.
Love is what keeps me clean and safe.

And what is the next most pure thing?

Is this guy playing us, or what?

Ice.

Ice is the crystalline phase
of water,

the cool breath of Mother Nature that
shows up each and every impurity.

And you don't have
enough ice to make ice.

Is that it?
Well, then, we'll get some.

Here we go. We've got Van Truk and
two associates exiting the building.

They're getting into
a black Nissan 300ZX.

(ENGINE STARTS, TYRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE REVS)

Leon, we're at Josh's.

Something serious has happened here.

JOSH: Have you got a phone?

I'm a police officer.
Give me your phone.

Give me your phone now!

OK, you can get this back from
St Kilda Road police complex, OK?

(PHONE RINGS)

-Leon.
-Leon, it's Josh.

Where the hell are you, mate?
Your apartment's been trashed.

I'm on Shelley Street,
near Elizabeth, in Richmond,

heading down a laneway off Shelley.

-I need some backup.
-What's going on?

Just get me some backup, will ya?

Uh, Shannon, I've just had a call
from Josh.

He's around the corner from you

in a laneway off Shelley Street in
Richmond - he's asking for backup.

-What else did he say?
-That's it. He called off.

-MICHAEL: Lawson, we're in position.
-LAWSON: (OVER RADIO) Stand by.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Now, Phil, because this is the Nazi
method, this simply will not do.

Hold this.

Take that.

And this.

Follow me.

Now, say what you like
about the Germans,

but they did invent the Volkswagen

and they also prided themselves
on impeccably clean glassware.

Now, I want you to take those three

and go over there and scrub them
until they're clean as Christmas.

I reckon you've got three minutes.

We only need two.

I'm gonna set up vision
in the main cooking area.

So, you're the cameraman as well.
You're so versatile.

Is it clear?

Not clean enough, Phil.
Those Nazis had them pristine.

Have you ever seen their bunkers?

Come on, scrub.

-(WHISPERS) I need one in there.
-(WHISPERS) Give it to me.

Give the camera to me.

Is that the best you can do, Leon?

Thanks, Leon.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(PANTS)

PHIL: Hey, Nigella!

This is so clean you can see
the hair on my balls in it!

Mind if I pass on that?

Shit. Michael, Christian, get
out of there. Van Truk's back.

The icemen cometh!

You work, I'll play.

(SNORTS SOFTLY)

Those...

..into that.

(SOFTLY) Lawson,
the side door's locked

and the main entrance
isn't an option.

-We're stuck.
-OK, copy that, Michael.

Head upstairs and find a way out.

Audrey, see if you can pull up
some plans for this warehouse.

-We need to find an exit point.
-Yeah, no problem.

SHANNON: There he is.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(JOSH BREATHES HEAVILY)

-What the hell happened?
-Bastard tried to kill me.

-Yeah, it looks like he almost did.
-(GROANS LOUDLY)

-OK.
-(GRUNTS)

Leon, I need an ambulance

at a laneway off Shelley Street
in Richmond.

-Who was he?
-(PANTS) No idea.

-Leon, who's he texting?
-LEON: (OVER RADIO) Not us.

-Get a trace on it, will ya?
-Sure.

(SNORTS)

How much longer till
we can make the bust?

After this next process,
the meth will be cooked.

-We can go in then.
-BLAKE: One, two, three.

See it come up?

Lawson, that text message he sent
was to one Will Carruthers.

-He's a drug counsellor.
-He's Blake's boyfriend.

What did the message say?

Oh, I can only read text messages
if I've cloned the phone.

-Didn't you clone it?
-No, I put a bug in it.

-That's what you asked me to do.
-Well, there's some nice initiative.

LAWSON: (OVER RADIO)
How's he doing, Stell?

OK. It's Josh - who can tell?

-Look, I want to speak to him.
-Lawson, I'll let him know.

He's OK, right? He's alive.

-SHANNON: I'm gonna come with you.
-No, no, I'm OK.

Just let someone do something
for you for once.

OK, you can go back to work.
That's what you can do.

I'll just be back in a sec.

(VAN DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE RINGS)

-Yeah, hi.
-KERRY: (OVER PHONE) Hi.

-Who's this?
-Oh, James, come on.

Oh, sorry. Hi, Mum. How are ya?

-Everything OK?
-(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah.

Yeah, everything's great.

-Where are you?
-Um, I'm just out and about.

I'm shopping...for dinner, alright?
I'm making some Vietnamese.

-You like Vietnamese, don't ya?
-Sure, sure.

I just, uh...
I just wanted to, uh...

..uh, make sure that everything's OK.

What's this about, Mum?

I'm fine. There's nothing
to worry about.

Well, we'll talk tonight.

-Pick up some wine?
-I'm not drinking at the moment.

I better go, Mum, alright?
I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Jimmy. Jimmy!

-How's it going? How you doing?
-Not too bad, mate. Pretty good.

-You know that boy you picked up.
-WOMAN: Mmm.

That wasn't my James, you know?

Well, whoever it was,

you'd want to tell him
to stop dropping your name.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Hey.
-Hey.

-How are you going with those plans?
-The council's got no records.

-Sorry, I can't help you.
-Oh, well.

-It was a long shot anyway.
-Yeah.

Hey, uh, I just want you to know,

if you get injured in any way
out there today,

I'm gonna have to activate
the 'Cripple Clause'.

-Sorry?
-Yeah.

Just 'cause we're seeing each other
doesn't mean I have to look after you

if you become permanently disabled.

Right. Well, uh, what if
I was temporarily disabled?

Oh, I'd have to assess that
on a case-by-case basis.

-Harsh.
-But fair.

Be careful.

(WHISPERS) Get off!
What was that all about?

-Get in.
-Are you doofing her?

-"Doofing her"?
-Yeah.

-Yeah, I am, actually.
-Nice. She's hot.

Thanks, man.

Kerry, I got a vehicle.

Who the hell is that?

Will!

That's the purest thing
on earth, apparently.

(GROANS) Bloody idiot.

(VAN DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS)

What are you doing?
You're coming with me now.

No, I-I can't. I can't.
I have to...

You can't be doing this anymore!
You know that!

Will, they grabbed me again.

I had no choice in the whole matter.
Please, listen...

You either walk away with me
right now or it is over between us.

Will, you have to listen to me.
I know I've said it before.

But this is the last time.
Then I'm free, WE'RE free.

-Free? They're using you, Blake.
-No, no, no! They're not.

I'm using them. There are cops
inside, there's cops everywhere.

-I brought them.
-Cops, huh?

-Yes.
-Well, where are they, then? Hey?

Where are ya? Police, hey?
Come on, cops!

-Where the hell are the cops?!
-Can you not do this, please?

Please.

-Kerry, look, he's coming out.
-Oh, shit.

Van Truk's onto it.

-This is bullshit.
-No, Will, I'm doing this for you.

-I'm doing this for us...
-Get your hands off me.

-Get in the car!
-Listen to me.

-Please, listen.
-(SLAMS DOOR) Oi!

Who the hell are you?

Who is he
and did you bring him here?

Hey!

Lawson, how long do we
let this play out?

-Will...
-Fucking get inside!

And if I see your chocolate arse
here again, mate, you're dead.

Will! Just go.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, hey, hey. Just keep walking.
Keep going. Keep moving.

Yeah, he's got him. He's got him.

-Is he alright?
-Yeah.

Do you know why the cops call them
clandestine labs?!

Because they're secret.
Nobody knows about them!

I'm not going to jail...

(SHOUTS) ..just because you want
to get your dick wet!

LAWSON: Yes, I understand how
it must seem to you at the moment,

but we can't make ourselves known
at this stage.

Oh, so you just stand there
and let that happen to him.

Look, Blake is part of
a wider operation we're conducting.

-Yeah, you mean he's dispensable.
-This was Blake's idea.

He's got some plans
to have a new life.

-We're making that happen for him.
-Bullshit! You don't care about him.

-This is too much.
-Hey, hang on.

He's gonna start using again
after five years!

-Keep it down!
-Do you know what that means?

-Yeah, I do, alright?
-No, you don't.

You can't have, or you wouldn't have
let him do this.

-You're destroying him.
-WOMAN: Kerry.

Look, the whole area
is unsafe for you to be in.

Grant, make sure Will gets home
nice and safe.

(SNORTS)

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, Lawson.

What's he doing?

-(FLICKS SWITCHES)
-(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Oh, shit. He's turned
the ventilation system off.

He's trying to poison the place.

-Yeah, but he'd be affected as well.
-I don't think he cares.

-VAN TRUK: What are you doing?
-BLAKE: Lid off.

-Voila!
-Wait, wait, wait!

(GRUNTS) Anyone comes in and out
of this building,

the whole place blows!

(SIGHS)

VAN TRUK: Blake, what are you doing?
Blake!

Blake.

-Shit.
-Try and talk some sense into him.

Leon, we need the ambos
and the fireys down here.

And no sirens.

-You don't have the balls for this.
-Back off.

You're a scared little pussy
and you don't have the...

-Back off! Get in the corner.
-Hey!

-Go and sit... (FIRES GUN)
-Whoo-ho-ho! Oh!

Get in the corner, you little bitch!

-Get in the corner!
-Alright, alright, alright!

-How long till this place blows?
-Minutes at best.

-(SNORTS)
-(PHONE RINGS)

Oh, this is better.

Now I've got the control back.
This is my kitchen.

-Come on, pick up, you idiot.
-(RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

It's the cops, isn't it?

-Hello?
-Blake.

-(SNIFFLES)
-What's going on?

I'm taking back a bit of control.

Well, this is not the way to do it.

I need you to turn the vents back on
and to make the kitchen safe.

And I want you
to get Will down here.

It works two ways,
doesn't it, sweetie?

(SIGHS) Running out of time, Kerry -
I say we do a forced entry

and utilise the fact that Michael and
Christian are still on the inside.

Just one more go, alright? Leon,
get Will Carruthers on the phone.

-Get him down here now.
-Onto it.

-So, the cops are outside here?
-They're inside, they're outside.

-They're everywhere.
-Dickhead.

I told you to leave me alone!

I told you I wasn't up for it.
(SNORTS)

-(RINGTONE PLAYS)
-Hello.

Blake, this is
Inspector Kerry Vincent.

-You know what I want, Inspector.
-Yes, we do. We do.

And we are doing everything
in our power to get Will back here.

But you need to understand
something.

Have a think about this. You've got
six people trapped in that building.

That is six lives in your hands.

I need you to get Will down here.

I need him to know
why I am doing this.

I understand. I understand.

And we're doing everything we can
to get him back here.

Well, you better work very quickly,

because I don't think
we've got a whole lot of time.

-(DISCONNECTS CALL)
-Oh, shit.

Alright, that's it.

Michael, Christian, get downstairs.
We're doing a forced entry.

Uh, Kerry, no luck
with Will Carruthers.

Mobile's off. Home number rings out.
He's not at work.

-OK, just keep trying, Leon.
-Will do.

(RINGTONE PLAYS)

-Is he here?
-No, he isn't, Blake.

But trust me,
we are trying to find him.

-Good to go, boys?
-BOTH: Yep.

You need to do something
for us in return, though.

You need to get that lab
back in control.

Listen to me, Blake. I don't think
that you want to hurt anyone.

I don't think that
that is who you are.

Hey!

Drop the weapon, Blake!

-Not a chance.
-Drop the weapon.

(STARTS CHAINSAW)

-(SAWING)
-What's going on?

(RAPID BUBBLING)

You want Will back?
Then you've gotta earn that.

I just want him back.

This is not my fault.

Well, then, Blake, put the gun down
and end this situation.

-And then you can tell him yourself.
-I tried to tell him!

-He...he won't believe me.
-Well, then show him.

Show him that you're much more than
a meth cook,

which, believe me,
right now that's all you are.

(BUBBLING)

Blake.

Just...just put the gun down.

OK? You'll be fine.
Just...just put it down.

(BUBBLING)

(BUBBLING)

(EXPLOSION)

(DOOR CRASHES OPEN)

-You guys good?
-Yeah, we're good.

Let's go, go, go! Get up!

Get up! Get up. Get up.

-(SHOUTING)
-Let's go.

-Weapon clear!
-(COUGHS)

-So, what have we got?
-Oh, nothing.

I mean, we'll try and get him
on conspiracy,

but Van Truk's pretty smart.

He'll get a good lawyer
and he'll get off.

What about Blake?

-Not our problem.
-(SIGHS)

Hey.

What's gonna happen to me?
Where am I going to go?

(SIGHS) Well, what do you reckon?

Hey? You almost killed
two of my guys in there.

Y-you're going to help me.

We had a deal.
You said we had...we had a deal.

Look, look, we tried, alright?
We all tried.

But just sometimes it just...
it just goes wrong.

That's it?

Is that it?

LAWSON: Hey. How you doing?

Good.

Drugs do have their upside
sometimes.

-Look at you.
-Yeah, he got me good.

Jesus.

You get an ID?

Just some bastard.

-He went at me with a knife.
-Yeah, yeah, I heard.

Heard it was a butterknife.

Weak prick.

So, what, no idea?

None whatsoever.

It wasn't Kronin. Not his style.

You reckon?

How many other enemies you got?

Fair enough.

Alright, well, I suppose

we get some protection
around the apartment, you know?

-Don't worry about it.
-Well, hang on.

If not for you,
for the people around you.

What people?
There's no-one important.

(KERRY SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(JAMES CLEARS THROAT)

-Mmm? What do you think?
-(CHUCKLES)

-Not bad, huh?
-(LAUGHS)

I'll take your wine. Thank you.

You have to try this duck,
because this duck is amazing.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Oh, James. (SIGHS)

Mum, there's something I want to say.

Yeah, about the drug house.

I didn't want you to worry.

-OK? That's why I didn't tell you.
-Oh, yeah.

Well, you're happy enough
to use my name

to get your arse out of trouble.

I'm not using.

-Then what were you doing there?
-I was with friends, alright?

That's all. It was a mistake, OK?
I won't go back there. I promise you.

Do you really think that
if I was in the wrong

I would have dragged
your name into it?

Huh?

I'll tell you what you need to do.

You need to try this duck,

because this duck is the best duck

that you have ever tasted
in your life.

Hi.

-Is the morphine helping?
-(SOFTLY) Yeah.

What happened?

Fell over in the shower.

You fell over in the shower?

I don't really want
to talk about it.

Did someone attack you?

I'm a big girl, Josh.

Whatever it is, I can take it.

-I'm not meant to care?
-Maybe it's best if you don't.

That's about it, really.

-Tash.
-It's OK. I'll stay away.

Don't wait for him to ask for
painkillers, 'cause he won't.

(CLATTERING)

(STOPS ENGINE)

-(KEYS JINGLE)
-(UNLOCKS LOCKER)