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Time of death, Gideon? 8-10 hours ago.

Isn't there night security? Yeah, at the gatehouse.

And CCTV, but no coverage here.

Security's supposed to be patrolling,

but at night it's more about girlie magazines and cups of tea.

So wouldn't he have screamed?

Without a working diaphragm?

I'll go and talk to security and see if they saw something.

His name's Merv Mason.

Well, I think we can rule out suicide.

You're gonna need a spatter expert

but I'd say, given the bruising to his jaw,

he was assaulted first

then the blade was rammed into him.

So was he alive when...?

When he was forked? Yeah.

Whoever did this loves his work.

Public executioner.

Sergeant.

Your application for transfer -

nothing to do with Superintendent Jarvis?

No, the superintendent's not the problem, Sarge.

He just smells blood.

You were right when you said it was a tough choice

to come back here as a sergeant.

It was always gonna be difficult, leading your old squad.

Maybe it was more than just a tough choice.

Maybe it was the wrong one. It's only been a few months, Matt.

You have all the skills. Give it a chance.

Maybe they'll hold me in good stead in the Arson Squad.

They're looking for someone to start there Monday week.

We've got a briefing in five.

Troops don't know. I'd like to keep it quiet at this stage.

The victim - Mervyn Mason.

58 years old, married, two grown-up kids.

He was a customs broker on the waterfront.

What do custom brokers do exactly?

They clear shipping containers through Customs.

The broker confirms the contents, checks that the duty's been paid

and then gives the box the all-clear to leave the wharf.

'Box'? Yeah.

That's wharfie-speak for 'shipping container'.

So Merv's someone with quite a bit of power.

If he was corrupt, he could've let anything through.

You know - contraband, drugs...

He did have some form, but it was all minor.

Merv's wife and colleagues reckon

he'd become a bit of a God-botherer...

Sorry, Sarge - born-again Christian.

Well, that could explain his crucifixion.

So, Sergeant...

Sarge.

Preliminary autopsy...

His jaw's been broken and so have several of his fingers,

which suggests to me some sort of coercion or payback...

So is there something specific in his history

that's come back to bite him on the bum?

Well, we need to...

Maybe some heavyweight associates or something.

Well, you could run with that and check out the security tapes,

and we'll follow up possibility B.

Possibility B is that he was involved in something fishy at the dock.

No pun intended. No.

What about these bloody photos, Stan?

A local on a mobile phone took them. Yeah, and sold 'em to the press.

I had to call in a favour to get these pulled.

Yeah, they... This is... No, no.

This is a current investigation, mate.

They were taken from a boat before our people even got there.

You mean before Sergeant Ryan's people got there.

He needs to be a bit quicker off the mark, you ask me.

And you need to stop riding shotgun for him.

OK, what do you want?

One of our avenues of inquiries

relates to possible criminal activity on the waterfront.

Well, it's my recollection

that you organised a job down at that container depot

for an ex-informer of yours.

It was a long time ago. What was his name?

Fred, Ned... Ted. Ted Mangus.

Yeah, that's right.

He's a nifty bugger.

10 minutes in, out - everyone's looking for their wallets.

So do you think you could get in touch with him again?

Open myself up to corruption charges? No, come on.

You know ex-snitches are off-limits, mate.

You would be just reactivating an old informer.

Yeah... suppose I could try and find the bloke.

Good. Thanks.

I'll get Sergeant Ryan to go with you.

Don't know why you needed to come. It's my case, sir.

Sergeants are supposed to run their cases, not work them.

Just trying to gather some information for my team.

Yeah, well, he's pretty unreliable, this bloke.

Didn't think he'd be here.

Hey, Terry. Mate!

Ted, long time no see.

Yeah, last Saturday.

He lost a motza at the dogs.

Matt, why don't you stay here and grab us a couple of beers.

Get yourself a lemonade? While you two catch up?

You right, mate?

Is he OK? He's a new sergeant.

Lean, green, by the book.

Our relationship's supposed to be off the books.

So this isn't a social call, then? No.

I suppose you heard what happened down at the container depot.

Merv Mason? Bloody terrible, mate.

Look, if he was such a good boy,

why would someone wanna torture and kill him?

The past? I doubt it.

He wasn't into anything that hard.

Lemonade. Smart-arse.

It's probably something to do with Merv's job.

Dirty money?

And a lot of it, mate. I mean, if you were on the take...

Who'd know about that?

I may not have found God, mate,

but... ..I'm on the straight and narrow these days.

I just don't know. So who would?

Just a name, Ted - that's all.

Terry, mate, I'm happy now, you know?

My door's got a lock on both sides. My granddaughter comes to visit me.

Your name won't come up - that goes without saying.

Then why say it?

Healy.

Keith Healy.

He's in the same line of business as Merv - customs broker -

but not as straight as Merv.

Where can I find him?

Heart attack? Yeah.

A week ago, at work.

Thought it was indigestion.

Turns out it was a blocked coronary artery.

So you're out of action for a while? Hope not.

Every day I'm off the clock is costing me money.

I don't work, I don't get paid.

There's good money in customs broking, is there?

Do you know who's taking over your work, Keith?

No. Sure there's a few different people taking my load.

What about, er...

..Merv Mason's load?

Heard about Merv. Did you?

He's an old friend, is he? No. I hardly know him.

Took his job very seriously.

But we heard you're a bit more relaxed in that area, Keith.

Hey, what are you saying?

Come on, Keith, we know what sort of bloke you are.

You guys are stressing me out. I've just had surgery.

Merv just had surgery too.

Forklift through his guts.

That's after they broke his fingers and beat him up.

Yeah, well, don't look at me.

I've been here a week.

We'll be looking a lot more closely at you, Keith.

You take care?

Pretty tough, organising a murder from intensive care.

Look, he's still lying in something pongy.

I mean, look - it's what they don't tell you sometimes that counts.

Meaning?

Meaning that this murder is linked to customs broking.

Look, we all know Keith Healy has a rep for being dodgy, alright?

He has a heart attack - that puts him out of commission on the docks.

Someone has to pick up his work. Enter Mervyn Mason.

So Merv was asked to let a dodgy box through and he wouldn't play ball.

Who's doing the asking?

We should compile a current list of broking firms...

Yes, we've got that, Sarge. There you go.

These are the employees of the various firms?

Yes.

Does your mate have a son? He's not a mate. He's an ex-snitch.

Does he have a son, Superintendent?

Er, yeah... Jim or something. It's Justin.

Justin Mangus, your informer's son, is a customs broker.

Nasty way to go?

Yeah, it's terrible.

Tell me - what are you doing here, sir?

Just heard what happened... Any ID?

Yeah, sure.

Hang on, what are you - police? Let me see your ID...

Mate! Arggh!

Jesus!

Lovely. Very cute.

Bridget, Shelley...

Not bad?

How's that? What do you want?

Not me, mate - my boss.

He wants someone to do what poor old Merv wouldn't do.

Stupid - threatening to blow the whistle.

Bled like a stuck pig.

Just tell me what you want, OK? I need a box cleared.

I can't... My usual guys aren't available.

You're the next cab off the rank.

Go back to work. Someone will contact you soon.

Yeah, but not Bridget, though - she's tied up.

So you're a customs broker yourself, Bob?

That's right.

And you work with Justin Mangus? Yeah.

Any word on any shonky boxes passing through this depot?

We already had this conversation with the Federal Police last week.

Yeah, just call me back when you get this, please.

Police are here, Justin.

Detectives Freeman and Mapplethorpe. We've got some questions for you.

Look, I've got a crisis - a contract looks like going belly-up.

I really need... Er, we're Homicide, Justin.

This is about last night's death.

We have reason to believe it may have something to do with

illegal activities around here.

Any whispers around the wharves about any shonky box movements?

No, nothing. I told them.

You ever work with a Keith Healy?

No.

Look, you can check. Search the office, do whatever you want.

Thanks for the invitation. It'll save us getting a warrant.

You ever broken the rules, moved a box illicitly?

No. I run a clean operation, OK?

And I won't have one at all unless I sort out this problem.

Look, I really have to take this, OK?

Justin Mangus.

Justin!

Justin, baby, they have us - both of us.

Please do what they say. They'll kill us if you don't.

They're even cuter in person?

Look, we have a contract, OK? Yeah, well, that's better.

Um, meeting would be a good idea, don't you think?

No, you just wait for instructions.

I'll be hanging onto these cuties till you've done the job.

Er... let me have a word with the secretary.

Got someone listening, have you?

Better be careful who you talk to.

Gotta go, then.

OK, I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks.

Look, I'm sorry - I really need to go into town.

Bob, give the detectives access to any files,

computer logs - anything they want, OK?

No worries.

Can you run this? I'll keep an eye on him.

Sure.

OK, we'll need all your movement orders from the last three months.

T-S-L-U 321...

OK, OK, I got it.

OK, now you get this. Yeah?

You hurt them, I will find you and I'll kill you.

He wants me to clear a box tomorrow.

A dirty box. Well, now, that could be anything, mate.

That could be guns, could be stolen goods, could be drugs...

Yeah, I know, Dad, OK? But it doesn't matter.

They've got my wife and daughter.

Whoever's got them, mate, is working for a bigger fish.

Yeah, and I bet Keith bloody Healy knows who's behind it too.

You leave that to me. Hey, what are you doing with that?!

This is the only thing these pricks understand.

Dad, no! No!

Bridget and Shelley are in enough danger without that.

I just need to find out who I am dealing with.

I'll do whatever these people want.

Do you want Shelley visiting you like you did me - in prison?

No.

Will you let me fix it?! No!

My family, my responsibility.

Justin!

Justin! Don't!

Justin, mate!

Don't do this!

Ted, police. Tell me what's going on.

My son's got a gun!

Who are you working for, Keith? I don't know anything!

Who wants the box moved? You know what I'm talking about!

Keith Healy's room, please.

Justin!

Just comes barrelling in and starts threatening me.

Thought he was gonna shoot me.

But he didn't. He went to hit me with his gun.

I grabbed it. He pulled me out of bed.

I fell down. It went off.

You know who he was? Seen him around, you know?

So why was he threatening you? I've got no idea.

Listen, you prick,

last time we're here you're telling us you're Mr Clean.

Now someone's trying to kill you. What did he want?

I don't know. He was raving. Ask him.

I bloody well will, if he wakes up.

He was the one waving the gun around. He's the loose unit...

Listen... Superintendent.

Shut up. Shut up.

Justin Mangus is a decent kid.

If he was waving a gun at you there's a bloody good reason why.

When I find out what it is, I'll be back. Got it?

I wouldn't do that. Alright? Yep.

Any word from the hospital? He's in recovery.

They're saying his son mightn't make it.

Clear out. Sir.

I wanna talk to him. I think I should interview him.

Think again.

You're involved, sir. You're not being objective.

Objective. Objectivity is over-rated.

This man... This man has to make a statement.

And in my estimation, our best chance of full and frank disclosures

is for me to speak to him alone, OK?

Sorry, Ted.

OK, what's this all about, mate?

I can help you.

You can't help.

OK. Whatever's going down, you in on it?

No. OK. That's a start.

I can help you.

But you gotta tell me everything - the lot.

Will you just let me spend a bit of time with my son?

They reckon he's... gonna have to be on life support.

But people want questions answered, Ted.

Just a couple of hours in the hospital.

Can't do that.

I'll meet you in the pub.

I can't do that, mate.

Either you trust me or you don't, Terry.

My way or no way at all.

Movement orders from the various brokers.

We need to go through these and see if there's any irregularities.

What we should be doing is talking to Ted Mangus.

Well, he's Jarvis's snitch.

Ex-snitch. But now he's a mate.

Yeah. And he's got information on Healy's activities, for sure.

He'd know about the Mason murder. Definitely.

And the two of them are linked, yes.

So we'll let the superintendent deal with Ted Mangus

while we focus on the customs broking angle.

Shouldn't it be our job to talk to Mangus? He's our hottest lead.

When we went to speak to Justin Mangus, he took a call.

He made out it was business but he was on the edge, wasn't he?

And then he took off.

He hooked up with his old man and they threatened Healy.

Yes. And you followed him without informing me, without backup.

Jen was busy getting these box movements, wasn't she?

Yeah. Which we now need to focus on.

OK, so maybe Ted and Justin Mangus

were after information from Keith Healy about a particular box.

Contraband drugs. Yeah.

Maybe that's why Justin was so antsy on the phone.

Scared he'd miss out on a slice of the action.

Well, the drug thing does fit.

You know, since the Feds have been sniffing around.

The Feds have been down there?

Last couple of weeks. That would have been useful to know.

I'll go and check. See what their interest is.

You have a problem with your orders.

C'mon, Sarge.

Jarvis's interrogation of his mate

is probably just gonna end up being a beer and a yarn about old times.

When we should be putting him through the hoops.

You should be considering the chain of command.

Your sergeant has been outranked on this one.

He's playing the hand he's been dealt.

Do you have issues with Sergeant Ryan?

What are we supposed to do if we have, Sarge?

Come whining to you about it? You could try backing him.

He's our sarge. We do what he says.

Because you have to? It's like you said, Sarge.

It's chain of command.

It has been a struggle for him at times, Sarge.

Yeah. At times.

What about you, Duncan? What do you do?

You're his mate, aren't you? Yeah.

He doesn't exactly make it easy for us to work with him sometimes.

That's what he's meant to do? Be easy to work with?

No.

What about you, Nick? Do you have a problem?

To be blunt, he hasn't exactly commanded

the authority of the stripes.

And that's your call, is it?

Well, I'm sorry, Sarge. But you don't know what he's like.

He gets defensive. I tell you why.

Because he thinks that you resent his orders.

How's that gonna make him feel?

How would that make YOU feel if that happened to you?

The team resenting your orders

and only following them under sufferance.

C'mon, Sergeant. That's not the way it works.

Isn't it? What do you do, Allie? What do you do, Nick?

What have any of you done to help him?

Have you got any idea how difficult it must have been

for him to come back to this squad as your sergeant?

What he needed was your support.

Not your criticism and your carping. We support him.

I don't see much evidence of that.

Maybe you should look at your faults as a team

as much as you do his faults as a sergeant.

Box movements - let's track them.

Now don't you even try it. I'm not my son.

My son's in a coma. You tell me who's behind this and where my girls are.

I don't know what you're talking about. What girls?

You better pray they're alive. What's it to be?!

Scanlon. Tony Scanlon.

Scanlon!

Scanlon. Yes, Sarge.

We checked the box movements, like you said.

And you were right on the money.

He's the boss of Scanlon Imports.

Scanlon Imports brings in four containers of supposed furniture

from the Philippines from a major retail outlet every month.

And they're only cleared through customs

on the days that Keith Healy's working.

How come this hasn't been picked up before?

Because on the surface it looks pretty straightforward.

The retailers only order three containers.

The fourth one is piggybacked. Comes in on the same shipment.

It's destined for the same retailer and it shares the same paperwork

as the other three containers.

Keith Healy is paid to re-jig the documentation

and clear it to a different address.

Yeah, along with the contents - the drugs or whatever.

So the three legitimate containers get cleared through the retailer

and they get driven off.

While Keith ticks off on the dodgy container,

gives a wink to the driver who's also in on the scam.

Then he sends that wherever. No-one's any the wiser.

I wonder why the Feds haven't picked up on this. I checked with them.

They were cagey

but they are chasing a major drug importation via the docks.

Because there's piles of data to get through.

They don't know to be focusing on Keith Healy yet, do they?

It's always good to get one over the Feds.

So going by their schedule,

Scanlon Imports have some containers sitting on the docks right now.

Which means they have a shonky container somewhere in that depot.

Sarge?

Justin Mangus is still in a coma but he is stable.

I've just left a message for his wife. I'll keep you posted.

OK. Thanks.

OK, if you want to stay ahead of the Feds,

you and Duncan should go and talk to this Anthony Scanlon.

Right. General inquiries? Piggyback containers.

The murder of Merv Mason and the attack on Keith Healy.

Me, Sarge? Backgrounds on Anthony Scanlon.

And financials. Yeah, cool.

Are you looking for this?

I had organised one of my own but the cops took it off me.

Yours is a bit girly. But it'll still do the job.

How did you get in here? Trade secret.

I'm Justin Mangus's old man.

And our girls better be OK.

Without the gun, I was gonna pour this all over you.

Now that still might be the way to go. You've got a box needs moving.

I can make it happen just as long as our girls are alive.

Nobody wants anyone dead. No, no.

Merv Mason? Down at the docks? I wouldn't know anything about that.

Has that same psycho got my girls?! OK.

OK.

Say I did need a job done, you're not a broker.

I can always get in touch with one.

You haven't killed them all.

I wanna speak to my girls.

Put that on speaker!

We should try around the back. Alright.

Yeah. Yeah, it's me.

Put the woman on. What for?

Just do it, Bruno. -Yes?

Bridget, are you OK?! Is Shelley OK? Ted!

Thank God. Please don't let them hurt us.

I won't! I won't, love! Are you both OK?!

So far. Is Justin there? Shut up. That'll do.

So we make a deal, yeah?

You get the box cleared and away. I'll tell you where to go.

And we do a swap.

I'll take the back stairs.

Detective Freeman. Detective Mapplethorpe.

We're looking for Anthony Scanlon.

He's upstairs. -OK, great. Thanks, guys.

We need to ask you about Keith Healy.

You're on duty.

Keith Healy. I've used his services, yes.

He's a good man. What about Merv Mason?

Did you use his?

No.

Is that what this is about?

I've seen the news. Somebody killed him.

You had no association with him? No.

You can check my books. And his.

We've already checked his.

Then why are you asking me these questions?

General inquiries.

Or more than that.

There's been a lot of police activity down on the docks.

Some kind of Federal operation. We're Homicide, not Feds.

You piggyback boxes?

That's an illegal practice, as I'm sure you're aware.

You haven't answered the question. No. I don't piggyback boxes.

So you don't import drugs?

I don't like where this is going, Detective.

That's another question you haven't answered.

Alright. I don't import drugs or anything illegal. OK?

If you have any other questions,

maybe you should talk to your Federal colleagues.

They've already been through me like a dose of salts.

They found nothing untoward. And neither will you.

I'm not here right now.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Listen, Ted.

Whatever you're planning, don't do it.

Call me. I'll be out looking for you.

Scanlon's telling the truth.

The Feds have got nothing on him and his financials are impeccable.

Then, most drug importers are pretty careful about these things.

Maybe Ted Mangus can throw some light on him.

Any word from Jarvis yet, Sarge?

No. I've left a message on his phone.

If he doesn't have Ted's bum in here on a seat by 9:00

I'm assuming he's done a runner and got a KALOF set to go.

Guess it just went.

From the container depot. Spotted this guy not wearing any ID.

So he didn't clear security?

Flashed this around. Everyone said the same thing.

They don't know him. He doesn't work there.

But a uniform from Crime Scene remembers him.

Saw him talking to guess who?

Justin Mangus. Good job.

Nick, your guy's got priors for assault -

aggravated robbery and drugs.

Even did a stint in the psych institution.

Bruno 'Tiger' Lilley.

Is he the type of person that might impale someone with a forklift?

I bet he'd enjoy it too.

So what's his connection to Scanlon? Let's work through it.

We believe Anthony Scanlon is importing drugs

with the help of a Customs broker turning a blind eye, Keith Healy.

But Keith has a heart attack and ends up in hospital.

So he needs someone else to do it. Enter Bruno Lilley.

But even though he breaks Merv's fingers

in an attempt to persuade him, doesn't work out.

So psycho Bruno kills him nastily, publicly.

Put the frighteners on Justin Mangus. Makes sure he does it.

This container's gotta go.

Only will hurt you if you don't sign the release.

Stood me up. And I'll bloody shoot you, Terry.

Well, go on, then.

What's your name? Bob.

Better knock off, mate.

Yeah, go on. Go on. I got what I want.

Come on. Here, take this and, just keep your mouth shut, mate.

Been looking everywhere for you.

Put that pissy thing down, will you, Ted? What's going on?

Went around to see Bridget. She wasn't home.

She wasn't at the hospital either.

So I started thinking... Would you just leave it, Terry?!

Need to take that gun, mate. I have to take you in.

No! If you do that, Bridget and Shelley...

What?!

I'm tired and I am getting pissed off, Ted! What?!

Some... psychopath! He's got 'em.

I gotta deliver a box by tomorrow or they're dead.

Can't you just turn a blind eye, mate?

Just this once?

The only way to save these two girls' lives

is to give the kidnappers what they want and get this box delivered.

Ted's got the signature from the Customs broker.

The box is clear. He'll drive it out himself.

Shouldn't we have undercover operatives do that?

That's where you come in, Buchanan.

Security guard. Make sure that box gets through.

There'll be surveillance vehicles here and here.

That way we have both directions covered

without having to chuck any U-ies.

So when is he told his destination?

Soon as he's clear and through the gates he'll make a call.

He'll call Scanlon. He'll give him the drop-off point.

And we just... we let them drive off?

Listen, sunshine, there's a woman and her daughter with some maniac

who will shoot them as quick as look at them

if we don't get that box through.

So shouldn't Serious Crime be handling this?

By the time Serious Crime are handling anything

there'll be two more homicides to investigate.

But this isn't a homicide.

I'm trying to prevent one, for Christ's sake! Will you listen?!

You're endorsing this plan, are you, Sarge?

I've discussed it with Superintendent Jarvis.

We go forward with it.

OK. Truck reaches its destination. Hostages released.

We hand the Feds a major drug bust.

We nail Bruno and Scanlon for the murder of Merv Mason.

Game, set and match. Thank you, linesmen. Thank you, ball boys.

Thanks for your support, Ryan.

I support you because that's the chain of command.

Privately, I think this is nuts.

Yeah.

1. Got your ears on, everybody? Copy 2.

Yeah, copy position 3. OK, stay alert.

OK, he's on approach now. Copy. Heads up, boys and girls.

If you ask me, Jarvis's plan isn't much chop.

Give him some credit, Dunnie.

Could be a chance to save those two girls.

Make sure you keep a low profile.

They realise we're on it, it's all over.

Good luck. No worries, mate.

Get out of the truck! Now! Police! Move!

Police! Get out of the truck! Get on the ground!

It's the Feds. Right. Get him now. Get him.

Bloody hell. Go! Go! Go!

Get out of the truck and on the ground.

You're screwing a Homicide operation!

Stay back! Get on the ground.

Get back. Right back. Stay back. Federal Police.

Let him go. Let him go! Who the hell's in charge?

Who the hell's asking?

Superintendent, dickhead.

Yeah? Well, snap!

This truck's not goin' anywhere.

There you go, Terry. We killed 'em.

Be alright, Ted. They'll be fine.

Sir, we should brief the commander.

And how is it that I am the last one to find out about this operation?

Bernice, if you want me to call you at 5:30am, I'm quite happy to oblige.

We were on the clock, ma'am. Shut the door.

Hey, and we still are, you know? I've got some damage control to do.

No, you don't, Superintendent.

You will have nothing further to do with this case.

You are personally involved. You've been consorting with an ex-informer.

No, no, no, no. I was asked to find this bloke by Stanley Wolfe.

Then Wolfe can take it from here.

With respect, ma'am,

if anyone's in a position to do that, it's me.

The superintendent's right -

we're under the hammer and there's civilian lives at stake.

Then why isn't Serious Crime involved?

They are, ma'am. I've got Detective Levitt there now liaising with them.

We were running a risky strategy

so the Super and I put a Serious Crime task force on stand-by

to help us locate the kidnappers.

Well, that makes more sense.

I know this case, ma'am. I can run with it.

Alright, then. You better get moving.

Sergeant Ryan.

Lucky you had this fallback position.

Yeah.

Where's your informer now?

They've dragged him away.

He's probably being interviewed by those Fed monkeys as we speak.

No, he's not, sir. They're running around in circles.

He gave them the slip 20 minutes ago.

Is this the same cap that Ted was wearing?

Yeah.

Alright. Look for anything that might help us. Just watch where you step.

Matt? Scanlon's not here.

I think Ted Mangus beat us to him.

Nick, how are we going on tracking Scanlon's prepaid?

He had his phone off but he switched it on five minutes ago.

We're triangulating now but, look, he's moving.

See all these signals bouncing off all these different towers?

What about the ground surveillance KALOFs?

We've got cars out there but we need a more specific area.

We can't cover the entire city. Yeah. We need that phone tap.

Rhys, get back onto Jarvis for me.

How are we going on Scanlon's financials,

the leads from the backgrounding?

His property portfolio's pretty diverse.

It's all in different names - business, residential.

I'm checking occupancies and leases.

Yeah? Tenanted. OK. Thank you. Superintendent?

Levitt here. That phone tap on Scanlon?

It's up. I've got it. Techs are onto it.

Got that Levitt? Sir.

Now you can stop hassling me. Yeah. Keep on that list.

If Scanlon owns a few properties,

that's where he could be hiding the kidnapped women.

Yep.

Nick, how're we going on the phone triangulation?

Yep, he's heading west. Still pinning him down.

Sergeant, big team. All under control?

Yeah. We're close, I know it.

Sarge, we're getting something. Scanlon's making a phone call.

You're late. I was getting worried.

I got the shipment. -Mum!

Don't you hurt her!

That's the last sound I wanna hear from either of you.

Can I off them now? No, no. Change of plan.

I still need the insurance. Why? What's up? I thought...

Sit tight, OK? It's cool. I'll explain when I get there.

He sounds off. Yeah, something's weird.

Good. I've been freezing my arse off in this dump.

15 minutes. Sit tight. -They've got it, Sarge!

He's in Spotswood. I'll give you an exact location in a sec.

C'mon. We need that location. OK, hang on, hang on.

Allie?

Scanlon's got property in Spotswood. 101 Franklin Road.

Alright, let's go. Come on! Nick, keep tracking. Let's go. Move it!

Come on, guys.

Grandad! Grandad! Grandad! Please!

Shut up!

You touch her again, I'll cut his throat. You piece of shit.

Untie them. Untie them!

Ted, where is Justin?

Did they hurt Justin?

Shut up. What's happened? Ted!

You! Get up! Get up! Get up!

It's OK. It's OK, sweetie. Let him go!

No!

Bottle versus gun?

I shoot him then you then her and then her.

NO!

Anthony Scanlon, this is the police.

We know you're inside the property.

We know you have Bridget and Shelley Mangus with you.

Nobody needs to get hurt here.

Just let the hostages go.

Then we can talk.

Jen, get me an ETA on the negotiator.

OK.

Allie, Rhys, take a uniform each.

Take flanking positions at the back door.

Clear line of fire in case anything goes down. Be careful.

Yeah. Guys...

..the safety of the hostages is our priority, OK?

Sarge. Sarge.

Want me to go with them, Sarge?

Stay here with me. I've got them covered on three sides.

Alright.

Come on, Bruno, Tony. Talk to us.

Back away! Move the car up the driveway!

Let us go! Don't follow us.

And we'll let 'em go up the road, OK?

Now, mate, or I'll shoot one.

10, 9, 8...

OK, OK, we're clearing back.

Back it up. Come on, let's back it up.

ETA is 10 minutes. Yeah, we don't have 10. Back it up.

Everyone, fall back. We're falling back!

Move! Move!

Shut up, you!

Open it, open it!

Shoot the prick! Shut up. Bruno.

I mean it! One shot and they're dead.

Open the bloody door! Open it.

Drop it!

Police!

Drop it! Put it down! Now!

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. I'm unarmed. Unarmed.

Ted, Ted! No, no!

No! Ted! Ted! Drop it!

That was for Justin.

It was over. You didn't have to shoot him. We had him.

You had him and I got Justin in hospital on life support.

No, you don't.

He came out of the coma and he's off the machine.

A bloody miracle, they reckon.

Don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Mate.

I wanna see Justin.

I might be able to swing it. It'll have to wait.

I don't want him visiting me inside. Needs to put all that behind him.

Yep, yep.

Come on. I know the drill.

What a cock-up.

Well, you organised the task force, the intelligence,

you led the team efficiently and you saved all three hostages.

Got a result.

Bad guy's dead. Good guy's going to jail.

Well, that was his call, not yours. You did OK.

You write me up a good report for the DPP so I can wave it at them?

Mitigating circumstances, all that crap.

Yeah. Thanks, Sergeant.

So... the Arson Squad?

I'm a Homicide sergeant.

Pub crawl for all the team. You up for it?

Yeah. My shout.

Good. No worries. Hey, Freeman, you good for a fifty?

Piss off! Come on!

What? Your shout!