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- Kosta!

Kosta!

- Kosta.

Ah.

- Who is this?

- Your gorilla is dead.

- Victoria.

Where are you?

- Like I'm gonna tell you that.

- I'm on the way there.

To Burnt Ridge, as usual.

- Fuck you.

- Fuck me, eh?

Fuck you!

- Hey, hey.

- Mr. Panigiris,
we seem to be having

some trouble
with the air speed indicator.

I'm gonna run some checks,
but I'm sure we'll be fine.

- Fuck off!

- So...

who was it they say you killed?

- I got a call from a guy
buried underground

begging for help.

I didn't...

I didn't kill him, I just...

Just didn't get there in time.

- You know,
I think you're a good guy.

- Yeah. Well, you don't know me.

- Look, you saved my life.

Not everyone
would do that, so...

That girl that you were with.

Um, Luci, right?

- She's my ex.
- What?

- She slipped this note
into my pocket

when I was unconscious
in the hospital.

I it's her handwriting. She...

- Oh, wait, hold on. She...

She said that she put that in
your pocket after the accident?

- Yeah. Anyway,
I know that it was her...

- She didn't.
- Would you just?

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Um, but she's lying

because I checked out all the
CCTV footage from the hospital,

and you had exactly
zero visitors.

And I know...
- That's not what she said.

Why would she lie about that?

- Well, maybe instead
of driving around

with little old me,
you should be asking her

what else
she's lying to you about.

Don't you reckon?

- Yeah, you're right.

Yeah, stop the car.

Now.

Sorry.

- Leave your radio
and your phone and get out.

- We're out in woop woop.
Are you mental?

You said you didn't know
how to drive a stick.

- I've watched you do it.
Doesn't look that hard.

Come on.

- You wouldn't do this.
You wouldn't leave me.

I... I could die out here.

You won't leave me here.

I'm telling you!
You're not that guy!

No, wait! No, wait!

- Nothing ever happens
in Burnt Ridge.

Now there's a bomb
and a bloody shootout.

- Bad things
follow bad people, Lemon.

We'll get
to Luci Miller's place,

track down this Elliot Stanley,
then we can all go home.

- I thought someone
in your position

would be sitting behind a desk,

not driving up and down
the country

doing mutt work,
asking questions.

- Job's worth doing,
you do it yourself.

- Is that how you got your foot
in the door?

You know,
to get to where you are?

- You thinking about a career
in Major Crimes, Lemon?

- Oh, I don't know, I mean
I don't have the experience,

and not many people up there
look like me, right?

- Ah, you work hard
and keep your head down.

It's all that matters.

- Thanks, sir.
I really appreciate that.

- Of course you do
'cause it's good stuff.

Hold on a sec.

I'm just gonna pull over.

Nature calls.

- Everything all right
out there?

- Not everything is
your damn business, Lemon.

- Hey!

Hey!

- Come on.

Figured you
can help me find her,

given it's your job and all.

- Why would I get
in the car with you?

I knew you wouldn't let me die.

- Let's go.

All right, then. McCoy.

- What is this?

- Well, the bloke who called

said you wanted
the best available.

This is it.

- Huh?

- We have a long way to go, hmm?

- Yeah, no, well, um,

Burnt Ridge is
a full night's drive from here.

It's not the easiest
in the dark, either.

You know, you gotta be on the
lookout for roos and whatnot.

So, uh,
what's the big rush anyway?

- Be aware of the fury
of a patient man.

Uh, right-o.

- This is where she lives?
- That's what she told me.

Come on, get out.

Hey, you're my hostage.

You can't just stay in the car.
That's not how this works.

- Hostage.

That's not a very nice word
to use.

Can't you just say Helen?

- You're my Helen?

Sounds weird.

- Hello?

Christ.

- Oh, boy.

Oh, potatoes.

This is not nice.

- I left him in a well.

Did he get someone to fucking
crane him out or something?

- Looks like
someone slipped here.

- What is it?

- Different passports.

With different names.

- Let me see.

- She's a real catch, this one.

She's one of those lovely girls
with multiple identities.

- Come on. We have to go.

Hey, hurry up.

- You realise that's
the third dead body

you've left behind you now?

It's not a good look.

Look, you don't have
to do this, okay?

I can just walk away.
I'm not gonna say anything.

- Where's the closest airport?
- Silverworth.

It's about 250 K's from here.

It's not that big.
Maybe four, five flights a day.

Look, I've got people, Elliot,
that miss me,

people that are gonna be
wondering where I am,

why I haven't called.

- There's a flight
in a few hours.

Get in.

I'm sorry, but just do.

- Hi, um, sorry.
Do you speak, um...

- English? Yes.
Very well, madam.

Of course.
- Great.

I need a car sent
to an ashram in the hills.

It's a place called Sakut
in Samra.

- Madam, that is very,
very far away from here.

- Yeah. I know.
I was there a few years ago.

It's one of those silent
retreat-type places,

so they don't have
any phones there.

You're kind of my last...
My last hope here.

- It really is very far, madam.

- I can pay you
whatever it takes.

- Oh, of course, madam.
Hold on a second.

Under what name
shall I make the booking?

- Oh, sorry.
I don't need collecting.

I actually just need your
driver to do something for me.

- Of course.

Madam, may I ask,
what is this regarding?

You know, just for the safety
of my driver.

You understand, no?

- Redemption.

- Redemption?

Very good.

Sorry.

Roadworks, so there might be a
speed camera somewhere nearby.

See? There it is. Sneaky.

Yeah, it pays to be
in traffic nerd sometimes.

Crap.

- Try it again.

- Must've knocked something
kind of whack

when I slammed on the brakes.

- No, no, no! We have to move!

- Okay, well,
the car doesn't care

how much you wanna get there.

The car is just a car,

and it's buggered.

Oh.

Is he dead?

- What do you think?

- Look, I'm not exactly good
with dead stuff.

- Well go home.

- No, I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Throwing up at a crime scene
is not a good look.

Listen, we've done all we can
for now.

Just... just... I'll find
somewhere local to stay.

Just leave it to me from here.

- Okay. Good.
That sounds like a good idea.

- Say anything...
- I know, all right? I know.

- Sorry, we're closed, mate.

- We'll pay whatever it takes.

I need to borrow
some cash from you.

We need a room for the night.

- Cute couple.

- Oh, we actually...

- Thank you.

- Mm?

- Here.
Have the honeymoon suite.

It's nice and private.

- Sorry. I didn't really know
what else to do.

- It's fine.

What kind of coconut starts
their married life out here?

I mean, me and my fiancé...
We're going to Florida.

He's always wanted
to go to Disneyland.

- What about you?

- Well, I want to go
to St. Petersburg,

see the Winter Palace.

- What normal person
has so many fake passports?

I mean, Melanie Bunton...

Geri Brown,

Mel Adams,

Victoria...
- Wait, stop.

Let me guess. Halliwell.

- What?

No. Why would...
- Chisholm then.

- Yeah.

- It's the Spice Girls.

Well, with all
their surnames mixed up.

- The Spice Girls?

- Do you remember them?

Oh, well, you got yourself
a real treat in store there.

Is there an Emma in there?

- No.

That'll be
the one she took, then.

She'll be using the name
Emma Halliwell.

You know, I can ask the station
to call the airport and check,

but if I find out where she is,
you... you have to let me go.

Okay?

- All right. Make it quick.

- Okay.

- Freddie, hey. Yeah.

How am I?

Yes, still, uh,
still in Burnt Ridge.

Uh, yeah, I just...

I need you to run the name
Emma Halliwell,

see if anyone with
that name checked in

at Silverworth Airport.

Yeah. I'll... I'll explain
when I'm back.

Okay, thanks. Yeah.

She's on it.

- Good.

Text.

From Ethan.
Is that your... your fiancé?

- Yeah.

Well, at least
I still think he is, anyway.

- Needy.

- You know, I think I saw
a Mexican place over the road.

- Yeah, all right.

You got anything less...

police-y to wear?

- Oh yeah. I have a spare shirt
in the bag.

Ethan makes us carry a go bag
in the car

in case we ever get stranded
or something.

- How's that gonna help?

'Cause if you're stranded,
where are you gonna go?

- Yeah, you know what?

I never really got
that one either, to be honest.

- You guys thirsty?

- Uh, I'll take a beer.

- Um, water, please.

Actually, knickers to that.

Can I get a martini with, um,

with some of the juice
from a can of olives in it?

I had it once, if that's not...
Is that weird?

- Dirty martini?

- I don't... I don't know.
What's that?

- What you just described.

- Oh. Uh, then yes, then.

- I'll go get your drink sorted

and come back
and take your food order.

You guys want sombreros?

- No.

- Good.

'Cause we don't have any.

- I don't normally drink,
but being held hostage,

it didn't really feel
like a water situation.

- This is... I don't...
- I don't know what I like.

- So order everything.
Figure it out.

You're so obsessed
with finding out who you were.

Why don't you start trying
to find out who you are?

- By trying to decide what
kind of Mexican food I prefer?

- It's a start.

- Mm. Have you got one of these?

Metal. Good for the planet.

You know, I reckon we all do
our part and you know,

one day we'll just
get it sorted, you know?

Yeah.

- You say something?

- I'm going to sleep now.

- Mm.

- Thank you.

- This one? This is so good.
What's this one called again?

- Mm.
That, my friend, is a burrito.

Fun fact alert: it means
"little donkey" in Spanish.

- Hold on, am I...
Am I eating a fucking donkey?

- No.

- Because I'm not okay
with eating...

No, no, no, no, no.

- What?

- Evening, folks.

The nacho dippers any good?

- Actually, I need your help.

I need you to take them, 'cause
I need to stop eating them.

- And they keep winking at me.
- Winking.

- So good.
- Mm, yummy.

- Thanks.
- All right.

- I'm gonna need one of those.

Um, martini for me?

Oh.

No prizes for guessing
who that is.

- He wouldn't be impressed
with this.

We're on trim team together.
We are on a journey.

- Why?
- 'Cause I need to be thinner.

- If you say so.

Come on.

You don't have to be nice to me
just cause I'm your hostage.

- I thought we weren't
using that word.

- He gave me an ultimatum.
Ethan.

Come home or it's over.

He's probably right.
I should stick to what I know.

- What?

- It's just... anyone who
gives you an ultimatum, it's...

I don't know.
It just doesn't seem right.

- See, there is a person
somewhere in there,

and he's not a bad guy.

He seems all right.

- Thanks.

I wonder if I have ever tried
one of these.

Right. Well, I'm an alcoholic.

Shit.

- Shit.
I'm actually pretty drunk.

I need to, um...
I need to lie down.

- Mm, me too.

- It's a good song.

- Mm, mm.

- Tell me something.

Tell me, like, a secret.

Jeez. How old are we?

- I literarily don't know.

I could be, like, 64

with just
really, like, great skin.

- Mm.

Okay, then.

But only if you do.

- I don't have any.

No.

No, wait. I... I do.

I keep having this,
like, memory.

I don't know. I keep seeing it.

Like, pieces of a... of a woman.

She's smiling at me.

I don't know.

- Do you know her?
- Yeah.

I mean, I... I think so.

I think I know her really well.

And she's got, like, a...

a suitcase.

She's got someplace to be or
somewhere to go or something.

- Mm.

- Go on, then. Your turn.

I tried to kill myself.

Spoiler alert. I didn't succeed.

- Fuck.

So sorry.

- Bit of a downer, I know.

I never done anything like that.

I just...

My dad was really sick,
and I just,

I got so busy
taking care of him.

Stopped taking care of myself.

When he died,

it just felt like someone
turned out all the lights.

I just...

I couldn't see a way through.

I promised myself that if I
ever got out of that hospital,

I'd stop betting against myself

and just really give life
a try, you know?

And Ethan, I mean,

he was there for me.

I don't know, I just...

Maybe that's why
I stay with him. I...

- Hi, how are you going?

- Okay, madam. I'm here.

Someone recognised photographs,
so they take me there now.

- Oh, great. That's great.
Thank you, Ahura. Thank you.

- Like you said, Madam,

this place practice silence
at present,

so only you speak,
not the other way around.

Understanding?
- Shh!

- Yep. I understand.
- Ah, okay. I, uh...

I think I am here. Huh.

Sir...

- Madam, you're on speaker.
You talk, okay?

Uh... ah.

- Hi, you won't remember me,
but we met a few years ago.

I need your help with something.

I'd like to talk to you
about your brother.

- Sorry. I don't speak foreign.

- I noticed.

- Pull over.

- Eh?
What are you talking about?

- Pull over now.
- Oh, all right.

All right, all right.

Jesus Christ.

Hey mate, what's going on?

I mean, who you even talking to
anyway?

- Rogers.

- Yeah, I'm calling from

the Kalura Creek
police department.

I was finishing up
my shift here, and, uh,

I think I got eyes
on that car registration

you put a call out for.

- Okay. Sit tight, Constable.

I don't want you taking
your eyes off that vehicle.

Anyone shows up,
keep your distance.

Follow, don't approach.

It's a dangerous man
driving that car.

- Understood.

- Oh, shucks.

- Oh, fuck. Um...

did we?
- I don't know.

Um, do... do... do you know?

- No. Uh, I don't know.

- No?

- I'm sure we... we just...

- Yeah, sure, yeah. Mm-hmm.

- Did your friend get back
to you about the airport?

- Um.

- Oh, I've got it.

- Oh... oh.

- No, nothing.

- Um... I am...
oh, I feel like hell.

I...

I wanna curl up into a tiny,
little ball and actually die.

- Well, um, I'm just gonna go
and get the car.

Um, you can curl
into your tiny, little ball

and actually die.

- Yeah?
- Just an update.

The bloke's pulled
into a motel here,

the Dusty Moon motel
just south of Kaloogie Street.

- Dusty Moon at Kaloogie,
got you. I'm on my way.

- Still here?

- Only 'cause I couldn't move
without feeling sick.

Oh, it's my friend
from the station.

Freddie. Hey.

No, no, it's... it's fine.

Yeah.

Uh, that's... that's good to know.

Yeah. I promise.

Okay. Thanks.

Uh, it took a little while
to get it, but, um,

it seems that Emma Halliwell
booked on a flight to Sydney

from Silverworth Airport,
but never got on the plane.

- Where'd she go?

- I mean, my mate's
trying to get CCTV footage

from the airport,
maybe see which way she went,

what kind of car she got in,

but it could take
a little while.

- I don't understand.
What does she want?

So what do we do now, then?
- We wait.

Try not to throw up.

- What are you doing here?

- Reporting for duty, sir.

- What's that for?
- It's... it's a salute.

- Do you know where
the salute comes from?

Back in France, it's how the
knights would greet each other.

They'd lift their visor
to show their face

so they didn't accidentally
kill their friends.

- That's really cool.
- Yeah.

Except this isn't France,
you are not a knight,

and we're not
in the fucking army.

Now, like I said yesterday,
I can take this from here.

- I'm not going anywhere, sir.

- Yep.

- He's still here.
Do you know the address?

- Yeah, the Dusty Moon,
Kalura. I've got it.

- Do you want me to approach?

- No, just keep your distance
till I get there, Constable.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Hey, don't you have
your call soon?

10:00 a.m. every day, right?

- Not today, no.

- Really? I thought it was more
like a no-exceptions sort of...

- You're dismissed.

- But I want to learn.

- You will never be a detective.

Do you hear me?
It is beyond you.

You don't have
the stomach for it.

Now get out of my car.

- Righty-o.

- Rabbit.

- Hole.

- Banana.

- Bread.

- Um, bicycle.

- Wheels.

- Love.

- Death.

- Really?

- I don't know.

That's just what came
to my head.

I mean,
does this game even work?

- Appreciate your help,
Constable.

I'll take it from here.
- Okay.

- Lake.

Come on, watched pot
never boils and all that.

Lake.

- Boat.

- Happiness.

- Burrito.

- Well,
it seems we have a winner.

Happiness for you is a burrito.

- I don't know where
that came from.

- So that's what it takes
to make you happy.

I mean, screw self-knowledge.
Just give me a burrito.

Next time you're down,
think of that.

Or I can just... I'll text you.

I'll just send you an emoji
of a burrito,

and from that moment on,

you'll know that everything
will be okay.

Right.

- Oh, bollocks.
- Shit.

Oh, shit, shit.

I wrote down my number plate
in Luci's trailer for the cops.

- You what?
- Well, I was your hostage.

I wasn't sure if you...
- Police!

Come out with
your hands in the air!

- Wait, wait, wait,
it's not what you think!

- Put the gun down and come out.

- I got your back, sir.

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- I'm proving myself to you.
I'll call for backup.

- No.
- Seriously? He's armed.

- Elliot Stanley,

this is Detective Inspector
Lachlan Rogers!

Come out with your hands
in the air!

- Jesus Christ.

- No, this isn't right.
We need backup.

- Listen to me!
Do not call them!

- Why wouldn't I do that?

- That is an order, Lemon!

- It's Lammon.

I'm radioing in.

- You need to come out now,
Stanley, or I'm coming in!

- Wait, wait, wait!

- Time's up!
- Hide.

Hide.
He doesn't know you're here.

Just go.

Okay, I'm coming out.
- Slowly.

Put the weapon down.

Kick it away.

Where is she?

- Who?
- The cop who owns that car.

- She ran. Christ knows where.

Come in and check
if you don't believe me.

- Back up.

- Take your time.

We can wait for
the actual police to show up.

- All right. I'm gonna need you
to help me put him in the car.

- No.

- You're not exactly
in a negotiating position here.

Come on.

Move it!

- Why'd you do this?

- The guy with a gun doesn't
have to answer questions.

Now come on.
Anytime today'd be good.

Close it up.

Get these on
and get in the front.

It's me. He's here.

- I'll text you
where to meet us.

- Whatever it they're
paying you, hope it's enough.

What do you want?

- It's not what I want.
- Then who?

- Kosta Panigiris.

- Who's Kosta... Ponygiris?

I'm serious. I don't remember.

My mind is
a blank fucking slate.

I don't remember anything.

- Well...

maybe that's for the best.