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(ominous tones)

(thunder rumbles)

(dark orchestral music)

(dark tones drone)

(gentle ethereal music)

(waves crash)

(Rachel pants)

(lighter clicks)

(Rachel pants)

(Rachel sighs)

- Most holy apostle, Saint Jude,

faithful servant and friend of Jesus,

I'm so helpless and alone.

Make use, I implore you to bring visible and speedy help

where help is almost despaired of.

Come to my assistance in this great need,

so that I may receive the consolation and help of heaven

in all my necessities, stipulations and suffering.

Saint Jude, I don't blame you.

I accept my fate.

But please give me more time.

I beg you. (pants)

And help guide my path.

(Rachel sighs)

Amen.

(Rachel pants)

(somber orchestral music)

(phone clacks)

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

(engine revs)

(distant engine revs)

(tires screech)

- What's this really about?

(tires screech) (engine revs)

(gun fires)

(dark tones)

(birds chirp)

(distant scream)

(Robbie moans)

(Robbie sighs)

(distant scream) (Robbie gasps)

- What's wrong?

- That.

- Wow.

That's nasty.

- [Renee] It's a big spider, Dad.

- That it is.

- Renee? You okay, baby?

- Yeah. Except for that thing.

You wanna grab the spray?

- (sighs) I've got a better idea.

Anything else?

- No. We're good.

- Thanks, Mom.

(distant phone rings)

Dad, you got owned.

- Okay, hang on. - Yeah.

- It's for you.

- Thanks, honey.

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

(phone bleeps)

(somber music)

(water splashes)

(Robbie sighs)

(Robbie sighs)

(necklace clinks)

- [Amy] We need to talk.

- Now's not a good time, Amy.

- You promised to go to the girls' sports carnival today.

Remember?

- (sighs) I can't.

- Well, I can't either. Mom's having an op.

Jesus, Robbie. I told you that last week.

- Look, something's come up. I'm sorry.

- Work always comes first. Right?

Have fun with Jane.

- Maybe I will.

(suspenseful music)

(brooding music)

- [Radio Host] You're listening to 76.5 FM radio.

It's 8:03 on this lovely Friday morning.

News and weather up next.

(muffled police radio chatter)

- [Bennell] Full bullets testing, you know?

Yeah.

No, straight away.

(muffled police radio chatter)

No, well, it's Chase.

Listen, I gotta go, mate. Talk to you soon.

- Hey.

- Prints?

- All dusted. Nothing yet.

- And witnesses? - No, none.

(muffled police radio chatter)

You're lead investigator on this.

- [Robbie] Okay?

- Look, I know he was a friend.

- No, no, it's fine. I, uh, I can deal with it.

- Good.

You two better get to work.

- He was a good cop, Robbie.

- Aren't we all?

(dark rumbling tones)

(dark music)

(Robbie retches)

(Robbie spits)

Oh, fuck.

(Robbie sighs)

(dark tones)

(dark tones)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

(Robbie laughs)

- You realize your garage is bigger than my house?

- Gotta have a hobby, mate.

(chuckles) Oh, Jesus.

How do you afford all this stuff?

- No wife, no kids. You figure it out.

(Robbie sighs)

(dark tones)

(static crackles)

(waves crash)

(static crackles)

(water drips)

(water splashes)

- Bub, just hold it steady like I showed you. You just...

(static crackles)

Hi. I'm Rachel.

And my boyfriend...

AJ, have you centered me properly?

- [AJ] Yeah.

Hang on. I might just zoom in a little.

Okay. All good.

- Last year, my sister died in a hit and run,

but her killer remains unknown,

and the cops have done nothing.

We intend to find the truth.

This is our story.

That good?

- Just the one card?

- Yeah.

He was onto something.

(reversed speech)

- [Rachel] We intend to find the truth.

Hi. I'm Rachel.

And my boyfriend...

- I think we got a match on the girl.

Rachel Saunders, 19.

Reported missing by her mother 44 hours ago.

As she said, her sister was killed in a hit and run.

- That was about a year ago.

Never caught the bastard.

- Her name was Abbie, right?

- Uh, yes.

- [Bennell] We need to find those kids.

- There's an address here for the mother. East Fremantle.

- Yep.

- How much footage is there?

- There's loads.

(brooding orchestral music)

(engine revs)

(doorbell rings)

- How's Amy?

- [Robbie] Peachy.

(footsteps approach)

- [Dawn] Finally.

- Mrs. Saunders, right? - Yeah.

- You reported your daughter is missing?

- Yeah. Well, that was two days ago.

I mean, what took you so long?

- Sorry about that. This is Detective Lambert.

I'm Detective Green. We'd...

We'd like to ask you a few questions about Rachel.

- Well, I was meant to be taken her back to hospital

and then she goes and does this.

- Hospital?

- For her treatment.

Chemo.

- I'm really sorry.

- It isn't working.

(sighs) She hasn't got long.

- Have you had any contact with her since?

- No.

Nothing.

- Can we take a look at her computer?

- Sorry. She took her computer with her.

- Is she traveling with anyone else?

- Not that I know.

- A boy, perhaps?

- Well, maybe. There's a guy that she chats to online.

AJ.

- Have you seen a picture of him?

- Look, if you think of anything else,

or if she makes contact with you, please give us a call.

- [Jane] Yeah. Thank you for your time.

- You find my girl, detectives.

- [Jane] We will.

(moody electronic dance music)

- That'll be them.

Lukas?

- Yeah, that's me. This is Angel.

Making a movie?

- [Rachel] Documentary.

- I thought you wanted to cut a deal?

- [Rachel] We do. Just later.

- What's it about?

Your movie.

- Abbie Saunders.

What happened to her.

I hear you guys knew each other.

- Bad accident.

That's what I hear.

- [Rachel] That's not the whole story.

- Heard she committed suicide. Stepped in front of a car.

- [Rachel] No, I saw her earlier that night. She was fine.

Did you guys see her that night?

- No.

Hey, how'd you get my number?

- [Rachel] It's Abbie's.

My sister. - (chuckles) No shit.

- Yeah. - She is your sister.

- Well, it's nice chatting and all,

but we got a deal to settle.

- [Rachel] Well, that's why I'm here.

- Yeah, well, for starters,

you're gonna need to turn that off.

- AJ, 13-4.

- "13-4"? What the hell does that mean?

- Beats me.

(keyboard clacks)

- Can you run a search on Lukas and Angel?

- Already underway, sir.

(computer chirps)

Here it comes.

- Well?

- No.

No prior records.

Nothing.

(brooding music)

- I know that place.

- Yeah.

Uh-huh.

(bell rings)

Okay. Got it.

(static crackles)

(upbeat music)

- [Rachel] How are you feeling?

- Sore.

- [Rachel] Poor bub.

- Hey, Lukas, what a meanie, right?

- [Rachel] Some people don't like tough questions.

- Right. You certainly pissed him off.

- [Rachel] We knew this would be hard.

- I'm not complaining.

Whatever it takes.

(static crackles)

You haven't touched your food.

- [Rachel] I'm not hungry.

- How about some ice cream?

- Maybe later. - (chuckles) Okay.

- [Rachel] Ow. (moans)

- [AJ] What should I do? What should I do?

- [Rachel] I need my meds.

- Which one? - The blue lid.

- [AJ] The blue lid.

Here.

- Just two. - Two?

(Rachel moans) Take this.

(Rachel moans)

- Does she need help? - She's fine, thanks.

(Rachel moans)

(brooding music)

- Can I help?

Yeah, do you remember a couple teenagers

sitting here a few days ago?

- We got a lot of kids through.

- [Robbie] They were filming everything.

- Oh, yeah. Those two.

She was really sick or something.

- Did they say where they were headed?

- Well...

She did ask for directions for a motel.

The New Bay. The New Bay Motel.

That's it.

(brooding orchestral music continues)

(distant thunder claps)

(engine revs)

(car door opens)

(car door slams)

(car door opens)

- Hey, you know her sister?

- What?

- Abbie, the girl killed in the hit and run?

- Yeah. Go on.

- Toxicology report showed high levels of methamphetamine.

- No big surprise.

- Well, the driver's a criminal, so he took off,

but looks like he may not have been totally at fault.

- What makes you say that?

- Body was found in the middle of the road.

Nowhere near the shoulder.

Girl was as high as a kite at the time of death.

(thunder rumbles)

(bell dings)

- Hi. - G'day.

- You two want a room? - Uh, no, not today.

We're looking for a couple of teenagers

that might've stayed here recently.

- [Jane] Have you ever seen this girl?

- No. Sorry.

Not unless Alex booked him in.

- Who's Alex?

(static crackles)

(muffled gunfire from headphones)

- [Rachel] Hi.

- Ah.

You cheeky monkey.

(bell dings)

Oh, hey. Um...

Welcome to New Bay.

Room will be $90 a night.

- Do you mind if we take a look at your hotel register?

- Yeah, sure.

- Cheers.

- Hey.

What's that for?

- [Rachel] We're making a film.

- Ah. I used to wanna make a movie.

I, um...

Got sidetracked.

What's your film about?

- [Rachel] Sort of like a quest.

- What for? - We're not sure, exactly.

That's the adventure.

- Maybe I can help you.

- [Rachel] You probably can, but right now,

we'd just like to get to our room.

- Sure. (keys clink)

- [Rachel] Thanks.

Oh, Lukas said to say hi.

- Hey, can you, um, turn the camera off for a sec?

- [AJ] Sure.

- [Alex] You look like you could use a fix.

I can get you some pretty sweet meth.

Or if you're into something else, I can talk to my people.

Interested? - Maybe.

- [Alex] You name it, I can get it.

(static crackles)

- There we go.

Room 105.

(Rachel chuckles)

- Do you remember when we first met?

- [AJ] Yeah. That was the best day of my life.

- Do you remember what we did?

- [AJ] We slow danced to a church band.

- The song?

- [AJ] Uh... (chuckles)

Give me a hint.

- Madonna. - Oh, it's "Crazy For You".

(Rachel giggles) (AJ chuckles)

♪ I'm crazy for you ♪

(static crackles)

What're you doing?

(Rachel breathes deeply)

(Rachel sighs) - Marry me.

- What?

- [AJ] Come on. I'm serious.

(Rachel chuckles)

- You really are? - Yeah.

(static crackles)

I am.

Well?

- AJ, my condition- - I don't care.

I love you. So...

(static crackles)

- [Jane] Robbie?

- My head.

- Should I get your pills? - Oh, no.

Yeah, I need my morphine. (moans)

- Hang on. (Rachel moans)

(Rachel whines)

Just relax. Relax.

Put your arm up. Arm up.

(Rachel whines)

Shh, shh, shh.

(Rachel whimpers)

The lord is my shepherd. He lies me down in green pastures.

He leads me besides the waters.

(suspenseful music)

- What's going on here?

- Police business, Bill.

- Mm. Sorry.

- You haven't seen Alex, have you?

- Hah.

Last time I saw him, he was giving a couple of kids

a lift down the road.

- When was this?

- About two days ago.

He's a popular boy. (chuckles)

- What makes you say that?

- Ah, there was another gent looking for him, yesterday.

Looked a bit dodgy. Tattoos and stuff.

Is Alex in trouble?

- Maybe.

We'll need his address.

(engine revs) (dark music)

(birds chirp)

(heavy knocks on door)

- Alex!

Police. Open up.

(heavy knocks on door)

Police! Open up!

(distant dog barks)

(door handle rattles)

(door creaks)

(door creaks) (suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- Oh, Jesus. (sighs)

- Same killer?

(fist thuds) (Alex groans)

- Probably.

Go check the other rooms. I'll call it in.

(phone bleeps)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- [Amy] Robbie?

- Jason...

Was murdered this morning.

- [Amy] Oh, my God. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

- I couldn't, mate.

- [Amy] You couldn't? Why not?

(Robbie sighs)

Are you all right? - Yeah, look, I gotta go.

- [Amy] Love you, Robbie.

- You too.

All clear? - Yeah.

(engine revs) (brooding music)

(engine revs)

- Any other leads?

- Yeah, working on it. Kids recorded a ton of footage.

So, uh, how's Mr. Perfect coping with all this?

You know that he and Jason had a falling out.

Didn't seem to bother him too much at the time.

- Yeah.

- Okay, well, don't tell him I said that.

- Okay.

- Oh, hey. Hang on a minute.

Someone new's just turned up in a Beamer.

Can't quite make out the number plate.

Rachel's walking towards him.

(aggressive metal music)

♪ Reconnect ♪

♪ The moment you should fear ♪

♪ Reconnect ♪

♪ The devil cross I swear ♪

(static crackles)

- So, how do you know Alex?

- [Rachel] Known him since high school.

- What school was that?

- [Rachel] Rivervale.

- Correct.

He tells me he got A's in chemistry.

Now I know why.

- [Rachel] It's a good score.

- Yeah, yeah. It's fine, love, but you want the real thing.

- [Rachel] I do.

- Let's just go for a drive.

(static crackles)

- He's so gross. - I know, right?

Should I change the SD card? - Not yet, I wanna...

I wanna see what he's got in here.

(ominous tones)

How do you open this?

- [AJ] There should be a button somewhere, right?

(paper bag rustles)

(static crackles)

- [Rachel] Check this out.

- [AJ] Unbelievable.

- Shit, he's coming. Come on.

Put 'em back, put 'em back.

Come on.

Hurry. (paper bag rustles)

(Rachel pants)

(static crackles) (keyboard clacks)

(keyboard clacks)

(reversed chatter)

(phone bleeps)

- [Connor] I think we found a guy with the tattoos.

Make your way to the Liberty Gas Station,

at corner Archer and Raleigh.

(car door slams)

(footsteps clack)

(taps on glass)

- Yeah?

- Is is that how you greet all your customers?

- Yeah.

(Robbie chuckles)

- Got ourselves a smart arse here.

We're looking for a black BMW, came through here yesterday.

- Geez, mate. There's been a few cars through since then.

- This is the driver.

- [Robbie] A couple of teenagers with him.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

- All right, well, then I need to take a look

at your CCTV footage.

- That's piped through to a server at head office.

- Which is where?

- In Melbourne.

- Well, I'll need a copy. ASAP.

- Well, I can't help you, can I?

- Robbie? - Hey!

- Robbie? - Hey!

- Robbie, cool it! - I'll get the footage!

- Robbie!

- Bloody well right, you'll get the footage!

I want that footage by five o'clock today, okay?

- [Attendant] Okay! All right!

No problem! (groans)

(dark music)

(static crackles)

(dark music continues)

(static crackles)

- Amen.

Father?

- [Emmett] Yes?

- [Rachel] Can I speak with you?

- Of course, my dear. Of course.

- I don't have much longer before God takes me.

- Oh, I'm very sad to hear that, my child.

Would you like me to pray with you?

- Maybe later.

Right now, I'd like to marry my boyfriend.

- I can check my schedule. I...

Well, maybe in a few months. - No, no.

Today. - Afraid that's not possible.

I can suggest other churches that you could go to.

It won't take long.

- No, I really can't.

- Please.

- I'm sorry.

- [AJ] Rachel. Can you hold this for a minute?

- Father, may I have a word? - Certainly.

- In private. - Yes, yes.

(dark music continues)

(static crackles)

- Good?

(solemn organ music)

(Rachel sighs)

- This will be the shortened version.

- That's fine.

- Rachel Saunders, do you take this man to be your husband,

and to live together in a state of holy matrimony?

- I do.

- Andrew, um-

- Jamison. - Jamison.

Do, do, do you take this woman to live together, uh, uh...

(static crackles)

- I certainly do.

- Put the ring on Rachel's finger.

Uh, I now pronounce your man and wife.

You make kiss the bride.

(Rachel chuckles)

(static crackles) (phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Jane here.

AJ.

Does the name Andrew Jamison ring a bell?

(static crackles)

(match strikes)

- See if I can hit you.

Won't let me get ya.

(static crackles)

- [Jane] Downloading.

(birds chirp) (brooding orchestral music)

Got it.

- That's him.

- Released from Guardian Psychiatric a month ago.

(Robbie sighs)

You okay?

- Two years ago, I received an emergency call.

A house fire.

One of the first on scene and there was an old guy,

trapped inside.

We could hear him.

Screaming.

We just couldn't save him.

Turns out the poor bastard had been chained to his bed,

by his son.

Guess who.

(match strikes)

- [Jane] That's terrible.

- No, what's terrible is he got sent to a psych ward,

instead of prison.

(phone vibrates)

The CCTV footage is ready.

(static crackles)

(peaceful flute music)

- Rachel Saunders?

I can't refill this.

- [Rachel] Please.

- [AJ] Come on. She needs this, man.

- It's expired. It's a controlled substance.

You'll need a new prescription.

- [Rachel] Look at me, mister!

- I'm sorry. Rules are rules.

- Hey, hey, hey! Get back! (groans)

- [Rachel] AJ, no!

- Rachel, get this. - Just calm down.

- Come on. - Okay, okay!

Just don't hurt me!

- Just get what she needs, right now.

(muffled clattering)

(John groans)

Got 'em.

Thanks!

(traffic hums)

- Connor.

Stop. Go back.

That's it. Need a plate check.

1KZB 221.

(keyboard clacks)

- Got it. The car belongs to a Jacob Peterson.

411 Beasley Drive, Leming.

He's not someone you wanna mess with.

He's already served eight for manslaughter.

- Okay, great. Thanks.

- Oh, hold on a minute.

That vehicle was reported by a security patrol,

two hours ago.

It's parked at the old power station, Quinana.

- Okay.

- I'll call in some backup.

(phone chimes)

- Found his car.

(suspenseful music)

(car doors open)

Police.

Step out of the vehicle.

Clear.

(ominous tones)

Mate, this is a beast.

- She's for sale.

- Out of my league.

- When's your next review?

- Nine months.

(car hood slams)

- Maybe I can help you out.

(engine revs)

(gun fires)

(somber music)

- Hey.

(phone rings)

- Maybe we just can't work together.

(phone rings)

- You're to transfer off, if you want.

- Maybe I will.

- Yeah.

- There's an old industrial building which they've taped.

Just trying to ID that now.

- [Robbie] Okay.

- Okay. Got it.

- Shoot it through. We'll take a look.

- Now, hold...

You're welcome.

- You want my ear? - Yeah, your tiny ear.

(Rachel giggles)

- I've got big hands, though. I've got swollen hands.

I need the tissues. (sniffles)

(Rachel giggles)

(Rachel sighs)

Stop.

(muffled metal music)

Get this.

(gate rattles)

Look.

(intercom buzzes)

(shutters rattle)

(gate squeaks)

Hi.

- [Andrei] What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Jacob sent us.

Said we should have a word with your boss, Hugo.

- Are you stupid or somethin'?

(static crackles)

- It's okay, Andrei.

So, how can I help?

- We're making a documentary on the effects of drugs

on youth and we thought you might want to say a word.

- (chuckles) You've got some balls.

You better come inside.

Turn the camera off. - AJ!

- That's the last of the footage.

- Sh...

We gotta go now.

Now!

(car door slams) (Jane sighs)

(traffic hums)

(distant children yell)

(brooding orchestral music)

(phone rings)

(phone bleeps)

I'm here. Relax.

Jesus.

Hey, guys.

- Dad. - Sorry I'm late.

How'd you go? - Yeah, good.

Yeah? - I really suck.

- Aw, sweetie.

Sometimes life doesn't always go to plan.

I'm sure you were great.

- How'd you go Sarah?

- What's she doing here?

(Robbie sighs) (phone rings)

- You guys hungry? You wanna get something to eat?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

What do you want? - Pizza.

- Chocolate cake. - Yes.

Milkshake to wash that down, right?

- Yes. - That'd be good, yeah.

- Sorry.

- Just don't tell Mom. I'll get in trouble.

Yes, Captain.

- Yeah.

Old guy walking his dog has come across

two bodies dumped in the bush.

Young man and woman.

We think it's them. (dark music)

I'll get the location to you shortly.

(dark music continues)

(distant thunder claps)

- [Officer] They're in here. Watch your step.

(dark music continues)

- [Robbie] Geez.

It's not Rachel.

(phone rings)

- This is Jane.

Okay.

(phone bleeps)

- We have to go back to HQ.

A package has turned up, addressed to you.

- Yeah? From who?

- From Jason.

(engine revs)

- A smooth ride, huh?

- Mate, this car is awesome.

- What if I said that you could have this car?

- You serious?

What's the catch?

- Just some people we need to meet.

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

You there? Yeah, we're on our way.

(engine revs)

(car doors slam) (dark music continues)

- Connor.

- [Connor] It was left at the front desk.

- Who dropped it off?

- [Connor] Some homeless guy.

- Was he ID'd?

- Dude, have you seen how busy it gets at reception?

- "Romans 13-4".

- What's that?

- Reference to the Old Testament.

You've heard of the Bible, right?

Play it for us.

(static crackles)

(ominous music)

(Rachel pants)

- Last year, my sister was murdered in a hit and run.

My quest for her killer has uncovered a web of corruption

from drug dealers,

right through to the people who are meant to protect us.

The cops. (ominous music)

This film is a lesson to those who stand to make money

off other people's suffering.

And justice will come for you.

My time doing God's work is short.

But I will not be forgotten.

(ominous music continues)

(static crackles)

- I thought you wanted to cut a deal?

- [Rachel] We do. Just later.

- [Angel] Please don't hurt me.

- [Lukas] Come on, man. Just let me go.

- [AJ] Not yet. She's got questions.

- [Rachel] Okay, AJ. That's enough.

On your knees. Both of you!

(suspenseful music)

Look at me.

When my sister died, she was high on drugs.

Your drugs.

I want to know the truth.

- Abbie wanted to get high.

She came to us. Not the other way round.

- [Rachel] Go on.

- Angel arranged to meet with her.

- No, I didn't! You are not gonna pin this on me!

- Shut the hell up! - I didn't.

- [Rachel] AJ, teach her!

(knife plunges) (Angel screams)

Get back up!

Now!

(Angel pants and whimpers)

Who supplied you?

- The dealer at New Bay.

It's a motel.

- [Rachel] Why did Abbie call you twice,

on the night she died?

(Angel pants and whimpers)

Shut the hell up!

(Lukas grunts)

(fist thuds)

(foot thuds) AJ?

(knife hacks) (Lukas groans)

(knife plunges) (Lukas groans)

An eye for an eye.

Quick!

(Angel screams)

(Angel screams)

(Angel pants)

- Please don't kill me! Please!

Please don't kill me.

- [Rachel] We need a name.

- Alex! His name is Alex.

(static crackles)

- [Rachel] For the cowardly, the faithless, detestable,

and all liars, their portion will be in the lake

that burns with fire and sulfur.

(Angel sobs)

As her dealer, you're responsible for her death.

AJ.

(knife plunges) (Angel screams)

- Shit!

(static crackles) (dark music)

- [Rachel] Oh, Lukas said to say hi.

- I can get you some pretty sweet meth,

or if you're into something else, I can talk to my people.

Why're you doing this?

(fist thuds) (Alex groans)

- [Rachel] I want his name.

- Hugo. He's the biggest dealer in town.

- [Rachel] Where do I find him?

- Please. I only deal with Jacob.

- [Rachel] Jacob?

- Hugo's courier.

(fist thuds) (Alex groans)

- AJ, hold this.

Got it?

She died because of you.

Look at her!

Look at her!

It's time to taste your own poison.

- Please. You don't have to do this.

No, no.

No! (groans)

- [Rachel] Romans 13:4.

"Those that deal in death shall taste its fruit."

(static crackles) (Alex groans)

- No, don't! Don't!

(Alex groans) (dark music continues)

(Alex groans)

(Alex coughs and chokes)

(static crackles)

(static crackles)

- That's a good girl.

(dark music continues)

- 13:4.

(Jacob pants)

She's dead because of you.

"But if what you do evil, be afraid.

For it does not bear the sword for nothing.

For it is a minister of God.

An avenger who brings wrath on the one who practices evil."

(Jacob groans) (static crackles)

(dark music continues)

(Rachel and AJ kiss)

(static crackles)

(static crackles)

(Rachel pants)

Good work, bub.

- Thanks, babe.

- [Rachel] Now, where's that scumbag?

You ain't getting away.

- Please. I'll give you whatever you want.

I'll give you money.

- [Rachel] I have no use for that.

- Then what?

- [Rachel] Information on your network.

- Please.

- [Rachel] Who are you protecting?

- I can't. He'll kill me.

- [Rachel] AJ?

(Hugo groans) (dark music continues)

His name!

- Please. No.

- [Rachel] "Lying lips and abomination to the Lord."

AJ, another one.

- A cop!

Please.

A cop.

- [Rachel] His name.

- Jason.

Pearson.

(static crackles)

(dark music continues)

- The fuck you looking at me for?

- Okay. Okay, Robbie, calm down.

- You two used to hang out a lot.

- Leave it, Connor.

Jason could be a piece of work, right?

(keyboard clacks)

(gun barrel clicks) (dark music continues)

- [Rachel] Meet Hugo.

Drug dealer, murderer, general scumbag.

It's time to reap the harvest you have sown.

"Be warned.

Those that commit heinous crimes

will receive their just desserts."

Either here, or in hell.

AJ?

- Eat.

- No way.

(static crackles)

(gun fires)

(AJ pants)

(static crackles) (dark music continues)

(brooding music)

- You're not gonna get away with this.

- I had a good chat with Hugo.

- Yeah? What did that useless fuckhead say?

- [Rachel] That you're his protector.

- What's this really about?

Come on.

- My sister was high, when she died in a hit and run.

I'm tracking down all the scum responsible,

and you're one of them.

- Abbie Saunders was your sister?

Okay, look, look, look, look.

I can give you the driver, right?

- What? - I know who hit her.

- You better be telling the truth.

God damn you, tell me now!

- Put down the gun, all right? You put down the gun first.

(Rachel screams)

What the fuck's wrong with her?

- [Rachel] I'm fine!

- [Jason] Just gonna pull over up here, okay?

- No! (tires screech)

Keep driving! - Okay, okay.

Relax.

What's the name?

- Robbie Green. Yeah?

Relax. Okay?

(Rachel grunts)

(fist thuds) (Rachel screams)

(gun fires)

- Jesus, Robbie.

- [Robbie] It wasn't me.

- Then why the fuck did he mention your name, then?

- How the fuck should I know?

- Robbie, this case has been compromised.

You know what that means. - But it's bullshit!

- Is it?

- Mother...

Fuck you.

- Robbie! Stop!

Stop!

Go home!

We'll take it from here.

- I didn't do it.

- Go home.

(door opens)

(thunder claps) (brooding music)

(car door slams)

(glove box slams)

(muffled thunder claps)

(hands thud)

(car starts)

(brooding music continues)

(rain splashes) (dark orchestral music)

(gun cocks)

(pedestrian screams)

- What're you doing, mate? - Shit.

Sorry.

(engine revs)

Fuck.

(swing squeaks) (dark music)

(swing squeaks)

(Rachel sighs)

- [AJ] You okay?

- Yeah.

- [AJ] You sure?

- If you come back here in a couple of months,

I won't be here.

- [AJ] I don't even want to talk about it.

- What're you gonna do?

What're you gonna do when I'm gone?

- I honestly don't know. (Rachel sobs)

- I'm sorry.

- [AJ] It's okay.

It's always gonna be okay.

(AJ sighs)

(cassette tape clacks)

(cassette player whirs) (traffic hums)

(ominous music)

(engine revs)

(dark orchestral music)

(car door slams)

(keys clink)

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(footsteps clack) (dark music continues)

(gentle music)

(switch clicks)

(door creaks)

(vodka splashes) (dark orchestral music)

(Rachel pants)

(Angel screams)

(Alex groans)

- He was a good cop, Robbie.

(static crackles)

- My quest for her killer has uncovered a web of corruption.

- Robbie Green.

This case has been compromised.

- [Connor] Then why the fuck did he mention your name, then?

- Maybe I can help you out.

= And justice will come for you.

(fist thuds) (dark music continues)

Corruption.

Justice.

(necklace clinks)

(muffled thunder rumbles)

(somber piano music)

(switch clicks)

- I'm sorry to hear about Jason.

(thunder rumbles)

You okay?

(Robbie sighs)

- [Robbie] Can we talk about this tomorrow?

- Sleep here tonight.

Please.

- Are you sure?

- [Amy] Come here.

(warm orchestral music)

- [Robbie] God, I missed you.

(warm music continues)

(muffled thunder claps)

(distant engine revs)

(distant tires screech)

(engine revs)

- That was pretty easy, right?

- They're criminals, Jason. - Look.

You're always gonna have a bad guy, no matter what you do.

And this way, we know exactly who they are

and we can control them.

- There's no justification. It's just wrong.

- Scumbags killing scumbags.

Scumbags selling drugs to scumbags.

I mean, who gives a fuck, really?

- Right, and we just turn a blind eye?

- Yeah. And we get paid for it, for doing nothing.

And who wouldn't?

- I can't be part of this, Jason.

- You're already part of it.

- I want out. All right?

Look, I'm that you dragged me...

Bloody hell! (tires screech)

(car clunks)

(body clatters)

Oh, Jesus! - What're you doing?

There's no way in hell she survived that.

- We gotta go back! - No, bullshit!

- What're you talking about?

- You see this? We can't be searched, you get me?

- Oh, Jesus, Jason! We can't just leave her!

- Yes, we can.

- No, we can't!

- Drive.

(gun cocks)

Drive.

Mention this again and I'll blow your fucking brains out.

- Fuck!

(tires screech) (engine roars)

(Abbie coughs)

(Abbie coughs)

(intense eerie tones) (Robbie gasps)

(Robbie pants)

(Robbie pants)

(Robbie sighs)

(Robbie groans)

(Robbie sighs)

(ominous music)

(door creaks)

(muffled yelp)

(ominous music continues)

(muffled sobs)

What's going on?

(Renee and Sarah sob)

- [Rachel] An eye for an eye.

- Girls, go upstairs. - Girls, stay put.

Robbie, drop it.

Don't make me do it. (gun cocks)

- Okay.

Okay.

All right?

If anything happens to them- - What're you gonna do?

Kill me as well?

- Jason lied to you, okay? - Get on your knees!

(suspenseful music)

I said get on your fucking knees!

- Okay!

Okay, just relax. - Stay there, don't move!

- [Robbie] Amy. Amy, it's okay.

- You haven't told her.

- Tell me what?

- Tell her.

Tell her!

(gun thuds)

- Please stop. - Tell her!

(gun thuds) (Renee and Sarah sob)

Tell her.

- What?

- [Robbie] It was an accident! We didn't mean to hit her.

- But you didn't stop.

- [Robbie] We couldn't.

- Please don't.

(Rachel yelps)

(Sarah gasps)

- Stop! Stop!

- Drop it! - You fucking cop.

- I said drop it.

- AJ, do as he says.

- We can't let them live.

- [Rachel] No.

- He killed your family. - The girls are innocent.

Don't!

- This is justice.

- Just like you killed your father?

Eh, AJ?

- He deserved it.

Okay? He was bad, he was-

- What did he do to you?

- No, no, no. No, you're the killer.

You ran her over. She didn't deserve to die.

- You burned him alive, AJ.

- What?

Your father?

- I had to do it.

Okay? I had to do it.

I had to do it.

- The girls are innocent.

- No.

He deserves to suffer. Okay?

He deserves to feel your pain, Rachel.

(Sarah sobs)

- Stop!

(gun fires)

(Sarah sobs)

(gun fires) (dark orchestral music)

(Robbie groans) (Sarah and Renee sob)

- It's me you want. Not them.

Let the kids go.

(Sarah and Renee sob)

Please.

- Get them out of here!

Now! Go!

(Rachel pants) (Robbie grunts)

(engine revs)

(Rachel pants)

Your time is up.

- Not quite.

(gun fires) (Robbie groans)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(door slams) (keys clink)

(Rachel pants)

(suspenseful music continues)

(switch clicks)

(Rachel pants)

(dark orchestral music)

(Rachel breathes heavily)

(dark orchestral music continues)

(lock rattles)

- [Rachel] And as for the cowardly, the faithless,

and the detestable,

and all liars, their portion will be in the lake

that burns with fire and sulfur.

Which is a second death.

(dark orchestral music continues)

(Robbie grunts)

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(Robbie pants) (suspenseful music)

(Robbie pants)

(Robbie grunts)

(Robbie grunts)

(Robbie grunts)

(Robbie screams)

(Robbie groans)

- Fuck!

(Robbie grunts)

(Robbie grunts)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Robbie grunts)

(window opens) (Robbie grunts)

(Robbie pants)

- They were all bad people, Robbie.

They got exactly what they deserved.

You think God is gonna save you?

You left her to die.

I'm the sword of God, Robbie.

I've brought justice to the wronged.

I've cut through a forest of sinners.

(Robbie sighs)

- That's not what God wants.

You just want vengeance, Rachel.

And now you have blood on your hands.

- No. He gave me the time.

- Not for revenge.

That's not why he gave you time.

(Rachel and Robbie pant)

(Rachel whimpers)

Do it.

Go on. Do it.

(Rachel whimpers)

(Rachel whimpers)

- I miss her!

I, I miss her so much.

(Rachel sobs)

(gun fires)

- [Robbie] No!

(Rachel gasps)

- Robbie?

- [Robbie] Hold your fire!

(Rachel groans and pants)

(Rachel groans and pants)

- Tell my mom I...

Tell my mom I love her, (gasps) Robbie.

(Rachel pants) (somber music)

- [Robbie] I'm sorry.

(Rachel pants)

(Robbie pants)

(Robbie pants) (somber music continues)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(somber music continues)

- Hi, Mom.

Um...

I'm sorry for leaving me without saying goodbye.

I guess I know you're probably worried about me.

But I'm doing this for Abbie.

Our Abbie. (chuckles)

I'm on God's path.

I love you so much.

(waves crash) (somber music continues)

(somber orchestral music)

(somber orchestral music continues)

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)