Original subtitles

REPORTER: Police say the robbery was well planned,

with the two bandits hiding in the roof of the bank.

BRENDEN: Good morning, everybody!

Hands up where I can fuckin' see them.

On behalf of my colleague and I,

it has been a pleasure banking with you all today.

REPORTER: Two men escaped from the bank

with a large amount of money.

KELLY: You can't go to the bank, though. There's been a robbery.

Yeah, there's, like, cops everywhere up on the roof.

That's Brenden, for sure.

Fuck.

What if he knows where I live?

BRENDEN: I've got it all planned out.

Now, you've always banged on about Japan, right?

How could you just plan all this and think I'd go along with it?

She's gonna fucking dob you in.

- BRENDEN: No, she's not. - Yeah, she is.

She's not. She's not. It is gonna be OK.

Police! Get down! Get on the ground now!

CULLEN: Nice piece of arse

you're missing out on there, Abbott.

(GRUNTING)

(INMATES YELL)

Do you know she's back from London?

Fuck!

We go now.

- We're gonna go. - Yeah, yeah.

(INMATES YELL)

- (GUNSHOT) - (INMATES YELL)

(LAUGHS)

(SPARSE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(MUSIC BECOMES INSISTENT)

YOUNG DIANE: Dad, can we pull over?

I need to go to the bathroom.

- YOUNG JANET: You just went! - That was Brenden!

No, it wasn't, it was definitely you.

- It was! - I need to go!

Fuck off!

Stay on your side.

Just leave me alone!

- (RADIO VOLUME INCREASES) - # Hey, ho #

# My little Tina #

# Hey, ho #

# Nothing could be sweeter #

# Hey, ho #

# She's my little ballerina #

# Hey, ho #

# My little Tina #

# She's my little queen

# And gonna make me royalty tonight #

GIRLS: Pepsi!

Lemonade!

- Iced tea! - Shut up!

- Coca-Cola! - BRIAN: Back in a jiff.

GIRLS: Pepsi!

DIANE: Can we get out?

JANET: Dad said to stay here.

- GLENN: Shut up, ape face. - JANET: Don't call me that.

THELMA: Right. Enough.

- Mum, he keeps calling me... - THELMA: Enough!

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(GIRL LAUGHS)

(GIRLS CHANT) Lemonade! Iced tea!

- GLENN: Shut up. - GIRLS: Coca-Cola.

- (TRUCK ENGINE DRONES) - GLENN: Shut up.

THELMA: Alright, that's enough. Cut it out.

(SPARSE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(UNSETTLING SOUNDSCAPE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE CAR)

He'll be back. He's just joking.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

NEWSREADER: The hunt is continuing

for two extremely dangerous prisoners

who escaped from Fremantle jail.

Brenden James Abbott,

who was one of the ringleaders in last year's jail riot,

and Aaron Raymond Reynolds,

broke out of a workshop

and escaped over the prison roof.

MAN: If they've got any brains, they'd keep low.

They wouldn't be committing offences.

And they've got associates,

so there's always a possibility

they're gonna get help from outside.

NEWSREADER: Meanwhile, they're urging people

to be vigilant about security,

particularly over the weekend.

Motorists are warned not to pick up hitchhikers

and to be careful helping people with apparent breakdowns.

NEWSREADER 2: The General Manager of Corrective Services

says the man believed to have masterminded the breakout,

Brenden Abbott,

did not fit the unit's risk criteria.

(PRISONERS CHANT) Abbott! Abbott! Abbott! Abbott!

- Abbott! Abbott! - (DOOR ALARM SOUNDS)

Abbott! Abbott! Abbott!

Abbott! Abbott! Abbott! Abbott!

Abbott! Abbott! Abbott! Abbott! Abbott!

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

CULLEN: Thought you could fuck with us?

Please! Fuck! I didn't fuckin' do anything!

- Don't believe you! - Please, please, I swear!

I fuckin' swear!

(GLENN WHIMPERS)

Please! Please!

CULLEN: Shut the fuck up.

- (GLENN SCREAMS) - (BELT THWACKS)

- (GLENN SCREAMS) - (BLOWS THUD)

- (GLENN WHIMPERS) - (BLOWS THUD)

NEWSREADER 2: As the search continues,

residents around the Fremantle area

are asked to remain vigilant

and report any suspicious activity.

(SIREN WAILS)

Man, that fuckin' place had a pool and a jacuzzi.

Right, listen, just take the Merc.

- Let's take the Merc, yeah? - No, no, you take that.

I'll take the Commodore.

The Commodore? They'll hear the V8.

They're the only house in the street without their bins out.

If they're away a few days, they're not gonna miss a car.

- REYNOLDS: What? - Good luck, eh?

REYNOLDS: Hey, we're not... We're not splitting up.

BRENDEN: Odds are better if we go our own way, man.

REYNOLDS: Odds for who?

Bren...

Bren!

BRENDEN: Just get the fuck in!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

REYNOLDS: Fuck.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

REYNOLDS: Go, go, go, go!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(THELMA CHUCKLES)

He won't come here.

Well, if he does, contact us.

If he does, I'll get hold of you.

You wouldn't happen to know the whereabouts of Kelly Fisher?

Don't ask me. She moved out.

She visits sometimes, but I haven't seen her in weeks.

Look, is that all?

Uh, Mrs Salmon,

there's, uh, something that you should know.

It's about Glenn.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(PUTS LID ON LIPSTICK)

(DROPS LIPSTICK)

You see us? Did you fuckin' see us?

You're as famous as Ned Kelly if you listen to the news.

(BRENDEN CHUCKLES)

KELLY: Tanya said the cops came round looking for me.

But I hid out at Mum's, like you said,

and I haven't heard shit from them.

- You get it all? - I did what I could.

Cash won't get you far, though.

And I put some dye and scissors in there,

if you want to change your look.

You are the fuckin' best.

(BRENDEN CHUCKLES)

Hey, you should visit Glenn.

Now that I'm not there, he's gonna need you.

(SIGHS)

Well, you got all your stuff.

Don't drag me into any more of this shit, OK?

Your mum's already freaking out.

Where's Jackie?

You think I still talk to that moll

after she dobbed on you?

It wasn't your mum, Bren.

Well...

Thanks for everything.

Whew!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE REVS)

NEWSREADER: There have been several reported sightings

of the men,

and police are confident arrests will soon be made.

Abbott, a career criminal

with a history of theft and armed robbery,

has been in and out of custody since he was a child.

NEWSREADER 2: His accomplice, Aaron Raymond Reynolds,

was serving a life sentence for rape and murder

and is considered extremely dangerous

and should not be approached.

REYNOLDS: You ever think about grass?

BRENDEN: What, smoking it?

REYNOLDS: No, I...

Just grass.

Everyone goes mental over... cutting down trees.

No-one gives a shit about grass, though.

The minute it starts to try and grow...

..yeah, then out come the fuckin' blades.

It's brutal.

Yeah, no, never thought about it, mate.

My old man mowed the lawns every Saturday.

It was like it had to be completely pristine,

every edge, every fuckin' time.

Fuck.

I took over after he left, but...

Did a shit job, but.

Grass gets a bad rep, man.

They call it 'grassing' on someone.

Like, what did grass ever do?

Can't even fuckin' talk.

Well, it's rhyming slang, you know?

- What? - Like tomato sauce, horse.

Trouble and strife. Mince pies.

Eyes.

So, grasshopper, copper.

Grassing was telling the cops.

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

- That's bullshit. - (BRENDEN STARTS CAR)

Are we going to the border or what?

No, we're gonna stick around the city for a bit longer.

City?

So you're calling all the shots, are you?

Well, you want to make other plans, man, go for it.

Is that a hint, yeah?

Don't like my company anymore.

(CAN CLATTERS)

What are you doing?

Were you dropped on your fuckin' head or what?

Fuckin' stupid shit like that...

..gonna get us locked up again, mate.

Pull your head in.

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

BRENDEN: OK, on three.

(INDISTINCT RACE COMMENTARY ON TELEVISION)

RACE CALLER: ..up on the outside,

followed by Heavens Above and...

(CIGARETTE SIZZLES)

(RACE COMMENTARY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(AIRY MUSIC)

REYNOLDS: What the fuck are you doing?

Just take it off.

REYNOLDS: Take it off? Are you fuckin' crazy?

What the fuck?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WHISTLES)

How you going, old boy?

BARMAN: What can I get you?

Just the money from the till, mate.

BARMAN: What?

BRENDEN: Nice and quiet.

Give us that hat there.

- We've got to go. - Yeah.

Who you gonna say did this?

Two blackfellas?

That's a bit racist, mate.

But righto.

Alright, jump in the cool room over there.

And just give us a few minutes

before you call the cops, alright?

- Yeah. - Onya, mate.

(WHISPERS) Let's fuckin' go, mate, let's fuckin' go.

NEWSREADER: Prison escapees,

Brenden James Abbott and Aaron Raymond Reynolds,

are suspected of a brazen hotel robbery,

a publican held at gunpoint and money stolen.

The escapees continue to evade police...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

..and are considered armed and extremely dangerous.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - MAN: Mrs Brazier.

(NOLA SIGHS)

Oh, Nola, you alright?

You called and left your phone off the hook.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

NEWSREADER: If this had occurred in the United States,

the FBI would have taken over.

Here in Australia, it's left to the individual efforts

of state police forces,

who have no leads on the prisoners' whereabouts.

Well, if you want to have a punt

on the Eagles winning the flag this season,

Robbers and Break Squad are running a pool.

- DUNNE: Nah, not ready. - Oh, go on.

Put your money where your mouth is.

We should have obs on Jackie Lewis's place.

The woman took reward money, for fuck's sake.

The only reason Abbott would visit her is to kill her.

(SIGHS)

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

(BOWLING PINS CLATTER)

What are you doing here?

Where's Jackie?

Is that all you're interested in?

Where is she?

You know your brother ended up in the infirmary

'cause of what you did?

They could have killed him.

Best you turn yourself in before they do something else to him.

You do it.

Go and fuckin' do it.

OK.

Triple zero's free on a payphone.

(RINGING TONE)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Emergency. Police, fire or ambulance?

Hello?

Hello?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Where is she, Mum?

THELMA: You know it was her, don't you?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Travel agent?

They won't have a lot of money.

No, we're not making any moves

till we get out of the city, mate.

No robberies?

No dumb shit.

I was, you know?

Was what?

Well, not...

..not dropped on my head, but...

- See that? - Yeah.

Went through a car windscreen.

Dad was munted and hi...

..hit a pole, so.

They said I had, uh, front lobe damage.

But I...

Turned out... It turned out alright, so...

Yeah, no, you're all good.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

(WOMEN LAUGH AND CHAT NEARBY)

WOMAN: Absolutely not.

(JACKIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

I will see you soon.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

RADIO: Volunteer firefighter Dale Kerr

was taken into custody by Midland police this afternoon

where he is reported to have confessed to starting the fires.

He's being held without bail

pending sentencing.

What now?

We wait.

RADIO: The public have been asked to report

any missing cash, clothes

or other suspicious activities

as police attempt to track the movements

of the pair.

With the manhunt entering its third day,

police are widening the search to include rural areas...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

RADIO: Police have issued a statement

saying they're confident that the net is closing in.

REYNOLDS: So, what's so fuckin' special about her, hey?

We shouldn't be here, man.

We need to leave town.

She's the one who got me put inside, mate.

Oh, fuck.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, um, take your time, brother.

Play with them nice little titties.

Stay in the car.

Hey.

When you're done,

come back and get me so I can have a go, yeah?

- Yeah? - (CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(LOCK CLINKING)

(DROPS CAP)

- (BRENDEN COUGHS) - (JACKIE SCREAMS AND GASPS)

Fuck!

Is there something you want to tell me?

'Cause I heard it from everyone else.

And now I just want to hear it from you.

Tell me the fuckin' truth.

(JACKIE SIGHS)

Why?

(DRAWER OPENS)

If you're, um, ahem, planning on shooting me,

can you not do it on the carpet?

This place is rented.

You know, I've been thinking about it

from your perspective.

No-one has an objective experience of reality, right?

- Maybe you did it for the money. - (SCOFFS)

- To go to London. - Fuck you!

Don't.

(JACKIE WHIMPERS)

(JACKIE HALF-LAUGHS)

Hey. Look at me.

Look at me.

(BOTH SIGH)

(QUICKENING BREATHS)

I have to go away for a bit.

Obviously.

If I thought it would be any use,

I'd ask you to come with me again.

I've been learning Japanese.

I know it's not perfect, but...

..we would be together.

(WHISPERS) You and me.

There's only two places that running's gonna get you, Bren.

In jail or dead.

I'm better than that.

And I can prove it to you if you give me a chance.

You should go.

Josh is gonna be home soon.

You need to go.

(SIGHS)

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SOBS)

(INMATES YELL)

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

YOUNG GLENN: Mum! Mum!

Mum! Mum!

(YOUNG GLENN SCREAMS)

Mum! Mum!

Mum!

(DISTURBING MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

- (CONTINUES SCREAMING) - YOUNG GLENN: Brenden, wait!

Brenden!

(DARK, DREAMLIKE MUSIC)

(GASPS)

(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

(CIGARETTE PACKET DROPS)

WOMAN ON PHONE: OK, yeah,

so you're after bus tickets to Alice Springs.

Yeah, righto, leaving from where?

WOMAN ON PHONE: Uh, Kalgoorlie Bus Station at 4pm.

Yeah, we can make that.

- WOMAN: How many tickets? - Two.

Book us in the name of Peter Sims.

- WOMAN: Great. - Thanks, love.

We sorted or what?

Don't move.

- (LAUGHS) - Give us thumbs up.

(LAUGHS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

- (LAUGHS) - That's a fuckin' keeper.

Alright, we got four hours to get to the bus.

We need some beers.

BRENDEN: Yeah, well, let's fuckin' go, brother.

NEWSREADER: Perth detectives

have broadened the search for the escapees

and are now considering closing state borders...

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

Oh, mate, it's not gonna work, eh?

Hey, hey, hey.

Last place cops are gonna look for us

is on the bus, alright?

They're gonna recognise us for sure.

"Who are you?"

"Mel Gibson." Mate, they're tourists.

They don't give a fuck about local news.

- BUS DRIVER: You Peter Sims? - Yeah, that's me, mate.

You pricks are 20 minutes late.

Get on. Thanks.

- BRENDEN: How we doing? - (PASSENGERS CHEER)

- PASSENGER 1: Welcome! - PASSENGER 2: At last!

The boys have arrived.

DRIVER: Sorry for all these stragglers.

PASSENGER 3: Hooray.

BRENDEN: Sorry about that, guys.

(BRENDEN PATS REYNOLDS)

PASSENGER 4: And we're off.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(AIRY MUSIC)

(AIRY MUSIC PLAYS OVER DIALOGUE)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Konnichiwa.

- Konnichiwa. - Yeah.

(THEY CONVERSE IN JAPANESE)

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

My father. (CONTINUES IN JAPANESE)

- BRENDEN: He flew away. - PASSENGER: Oh. Uh...

Hey, can I... Can I grab one of those?

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

- Arigato. - (REPLIES IN JAPANESE)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

# Do it, do it #

# Read my lips #

# Don't look at me that way #

# If you won't go all the way #

# Don't look at me that way #

- (WHOOPING) - # If you want to waste time #

# Then get me Right off your mind

# If you want to Wait till later #

Really nice little titties, eh?

- Not bad, eh? - # Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

Hey, do you reckon that one in the purple

would go well in a spit roast?

- You and me, what do you reckon? - No, mate, no.

The only thing that I'm gonna be sharing with you

is that bloody hotel room.

- I'll have her all to myself. - Good luck.

# Read my lips #

# If you just want talking #

# Then you can start walking #

# If you just want talking #

# If you just want fantasy #

# Then you're not The one for me #

# I want someone #

Kampai!

# Get on the floor And show me how #

# Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

# Do it Read my lips #

# Do it #

# Read my lips #

# Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

(MOANING ON TV)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

# Come on now, read my lips And take dictation #

# You just got to Follow the beat #

# And you'll find the location #

# End of conversation #

(CHATTER AND WHOOPING)

# Come out with your hands up #

# Get down #

Yeah.

# Come out with your hands up #

Fuckin' hanging out with your mates, then.

# Come out with your hands up #

# And do it, do it #

# Do it, do it #

# Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

# Do it Read my lips #

- (WOMAN GIGGLES AND SQUEALS) - # Do it, read my lips #

# Do to me what your eyes

# Say you wanna do #

# Do it Read my lips #

# Do it # Read my lips #

# Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

# Do it Read my lips #

# Do it #

# Read my lips #

# Do to me what your eyes #

# Say you wanna do #

You wanna dance with me?

Just having fun. You wanna have some fun?

We can fuckin' dance.

(WOMAN MOANS)

# If you want to Wait till later #

# Hands off my detonator #

(INDISTINCT VOICE FROM OUTSIDE)

I come back.

You gonna come back?

I'll be waiting, kinky boy.

# Read my lips #

# Do to me what your eyes #

Peter!

# Say you wanna do #

# Do it Read my lips

# Do it, do it Read my lips

# Do to me what #

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(GUNSHOT)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

What was that?

It was probably just a truck backfiring.

REYNOLDS: Shut up, shut the fuck up, and don't you fuckin' move.

BRENDEN: What the fuck, man?

Your little chink mate has seen the money and the guns.

We gotta sort this fuckin' cunt out.

Masao, you didn't see anything, did you, mate?

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

He's saying he didn't see anything, mate.

Well, he's fuckin' lying, isn't he?

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

Hey!

(SPEAKS JAPANESE)

Talk fuckin' English, you Nip fuck!

REYNOLDS: Seen the fuckin' gun...

(KNOCKS) Hello?

Fuck!

(KLAUS KNOCKS) Hey, what's going on in there?

I heard yelling. Is... is everything OK?

Oh, no, no, no, that was just on the, um...

..on the telly, mate.

Yeah, it's nothing to worry about.

KLAUS: OK. Just didn't sound like it.

REYNOLDS: Don't say a fuckin' word!

BRENDEN: No, no, we're all good, mate. We're fine.

(RAISED VOICES)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(MASAO WHIMPERS)

We can't trust this bloke.

He'll fuckin' tell someone.

Hey, just... just... just fuckin'...

This place is shit.

This place is fuckin' shit and the chicks

are fuckin' all cunts anyway, right?

Let's fuckin' get out of here. Let's go, mate.

- Hey? Hey? - (LAUGHS)

(MASAO WHIMPERS)

We're just fuckin' around, mate.

- We're just fuckin' around. - BRENDEN: It's all good, mate.

REYNOLDS: We're just fucking around.

BRENDEN: It's OK, mate.

It's OK. Get out. Get out.

- Take a fuckin' breath. - (DOOR SLAMS)

If he fuckin' tells anyone, we are fucked!

I know, mate. He's not gonna fuckin' tell anyone.

You fuckin' did this because you're fuckin' mates

with fuckin' everyone.

- Grab the fuckin' shit. - Fuckin' mates!

I'll call hotel reception tomorrow and report it stolen.

Think you're a genius, don't you?

BRENDEN: It doesn't take a genius to know

you don't shoot a TV in a hotel, mate.

REYNOLDS: Yeah? You're just a pussy, that's what you are.

Yeah, and you're a fuckin' liability.

Yeah, why don't you call your mates in reception

and get some keys for one of these cars, eh?

Something that looks a little bit like this, yeah?

Hey, wait, it's unlocked.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

- BRENDEN: Hurry the fuck up! - I am!

(ENGINE STARTS, CAR DOOR SHUTS)

REYNOLDS: It's that way.

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

(INSISTENT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(RUFFLES THROUGH MONEY)

(DROPS STASH)

(ZIPPER BUZZES)

(HORN TOOTS)

(HORN TOOTS)

PORTER: I just found this

in Jackie Lewis's letterbox.

It's a fuckin' postcard.

Postmarked Nullarbor Roadhouse.

"Wish you were here."

- Was that a threat? - No, I don't think so.

I think they've kissed and made up and we missed the moment.

(QUILTY SCOFFS)

Well, we can't have that getting out.

Let's, uh, let's think about getting an LD in the house.

(LAUGHS) I think it's too fuckin' late now for that.

- (QUILTY HALF-LAUGHS) - Alright, you with me.

PORTER: Boss, we need to run a job on this guy and you know it.

Yeah. Queue up behind Prisons, mate, and take a ticket.

We need to put a team on Abbott and you need to make it my case.

Well, Brenden Abbott's not even in the state

according to your postcard.

And we don't have the funds or the relationship

with South Australia to dig up the whole fuckin' desert.

Then build the relationship.

Sorry, but you can't just let this bullshit go.

You're not gonna do that, right?

No, we wait.

The cheeky bastard will eventually give himself away.

Oi, last time I checked,

mail theft was a Commonwealth offence.

Don't do it again without a warrant.

Understood, boss.

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello?

BRENDEN ON PHONE: Hey, it's me.

(WOMAN SIGHS) You shouldn't be calling here.

BRENDEN: Do you still have his address?

I'll be in town tomorrow.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Don't do it to yourself.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(DOG BARKS NEARBY)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

You know who I am?

Yeah, I know who you are.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Since I'm in town, I thought I'd look you up.

Nice place.

Can I come in?

Uh...

Mate, my kids...

..they don't really know who you are.

They don't know they've got brothers and sisters?

I don't think it's a good idea.

(BRIAN SIGHS)

Don't get caught, son.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(NEO-PSYCHEDELIC MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

# Under blue moon I saw you #

# So soon you'll take me #

# Up in your arms Too late to beg you #

# Or cancel it Though I know it must be #

# The killing time #

# Unwillingly mine #

# Fate #

# Up against your will #

# Through the thick and thin #

NEWSREADER: Police say no-one was hurt in the incident,

but the violence of the armed robber

has left bank staff and customers shaken.

In a bizarre twist, as if to taunt police,

the suspect removed his mask,

revealing himself to be

Western Australian prison escapee Brenden Abbott.

# In starlit nights I saw you #

# So cruelly you kissed me #

# Your lips a magic world #

# Your sky All hung with jewels #

# The killing moon #

# Will come too soon #

NEWSREADER: The suspect in the Queensland robbery

is believed to be Western Australian

prison escapee Brenden James Abbott.

MAN: He's a criminal, and as such, we know where he belongs.

NEWSREADER: He's also the prime suspect in multiple robberies

across Victoria and South Australia,

and is believed to have netted close to a million dollars.

PORTER ON TV: We regard this person as extremely dangerous

to anyone who gets in his way.

His actions, including sending postcards while on the run,

show his complete disregard for police and public alike.

He's not as clever as he thinks he is.

We're working with our teams in South Australia very closely.

We're very confident that Abbott will be apprehended

in the coming days, thank you.