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Just wait, it's like this life-changing experience.

Like, I can summon them.

It's like this gift I got when I basically died at Brad's.

So, like, I crossed over,

and I saw my grandma or some ancestor.

But she had this cat.

Like, this true regal feline.

And it stared, like, right at me.

Like dead in the eye.

And then it started purring,

but, like, only in my mind.

Its lips weren't moving,

but with my mind I said, "Come,"

and it did.

Since then,

I'm psychically connected to cats.

We believe you, Yvonne.

You bitch.

-Scrag! - Argh!

You pushed my brother in front of a fucking train!

-Dalia! -What the hell? Stop!

My brother's in a coma 'cause of you!

Get off her!

- You bitch!

Get her, Sabine! Get her!

- Fucking coma! - Argh! Argh!

Far out!

Oh, my God.

You should die!

Argh!

-Stop!

She didn't do it! She didn't knock him.

Your brother, it was the cop.

The one who was chasing her.

He wasn't even wearing a uniform.

She didn't even know he was a cop.

Right, Dalia?

Yeah.

Are you alright?

What we looking at?

Hey. No. Nothing.

I was just thinking...

...we should do something about the garden.

Right. Um...

You guys are up.

Crazy shift.

The lights went out all over town.

Caught a car crash. Non-fatal.

The paramedics were there.

They had an update about Luka.

Thought you'd wanna know.

Yeah, I do.

I mean, I'd rather hear it from you than off the news.

The hospital has brought in

a specialist from St Christopher's.

He's the best. It's a good sign.

They wouldn't do that unless they thought the kid

had a strong chance to live.

That's what the paramedics said.

Dalia, is that you?

You never do night duty.

Oh, I'm not on. Christian and Mags are.

I wanted to check in, though.

Yeah, I'm good.

I mean,

I'm sad about Luka, but I'm OK.

Because you haven't spoken about it.

Talking will help, Dalia.

I don't want you adding to your trauma.

You need to process your feelings and thoughts.

I know as a person of colour,

you experience the police differently to how I do.

But you can talk to me.

Even if it's to advise you on, say,

how to manage your interactions with the police better.

Well, you know, it'd be great to get you to a place

where you understand that you don't have to run from the cops.

Otherwise bad things can happen.

Alice.

She's gonna have to answer questions.

Unless she's told you why she ran.

I didn't know...

I couldn't tell he was a cop.

You didn't know he was a copper?

Yeah. No, I didn't.

I... I thought he was some crazy guy.

He was dressed normal.

Huh.

This isn't therapy.

Don't put that pressure on it.

I'm just the station's welfare officer.

Three-day course and those shitty pamphlets I gave you,

that's it, no shrink.

We're here having a conversation 'cause policy dictates.

Ahmed, I also give a shit about you. The whole station does.

Yeah. Yeah, it's all good.

Everyone's looking out.

You're remarkably popular for a teacher's pet.

Not much of a star pupil anymore.

Hey, no-one thinks any less of you.

You were told to take a few days, yeah?

For your mental health.

How's it helping, though?

When I can't go see the kid, I can't support his family.

- No, you cannot. - No, I know.

I'm just saying... I've got so little information.

There's no timeframe for the investigation.

My lawyer said they're still evidence gathering.

Uncertainty is the shittiest part of the gig.

I'll be fine once I'm back on shift.

It's just time off, you know?

I'm about to make this even shittier.

While the investigation's live,

you're on restricted duties, Zil.

I'm sorry.

When you do come back,

you're on a desk at the station, filling the GD slot.

That's normal, right? Yeah?

For them to do that, that's, um, that's... that's normal?

It's bureaucracy covering arse. Period.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I don't understand how you're not chained up. My mum freaked.

'Cause I didn't tell my parents about the drugs.

I just told them I got spiked.

I didn't tell them about the fight either.

It wasn't a fight.

That psycho straight up attacked you.

Here she is.

Representing GWS 2-1-4-8,

Dalia 'The Cop Killer' Tun!

Oh, Kyle, that along with this,

it's not how you attract females.

I didn't kill anyone.

The cop's fine and Luka's not dead.

It's all profile, Da, the police chase shit.

Like, the fight, not fight, it's made you fire.

Like a sidekick with your own origin story.

Check your socials. Request barrage, I bet.

Told ya. Fire!

- People will get over you soon. - Yeah. I'm sure they will.

Nah, bitches. There's no going back.

Welcome to the new world order.

Phones away, everyone.

You got it, miss.

Nothing can distract us from your incredible learnings.

Thanks, Yvonne, but I'm teaching,

you are learning.

Dalia, the school counsellor has asked for you to see her.

She'd, uh, like to discuss next year's subject selection.

Busted!

No, you missed another one.

Halal Snack Palace. Look.

There. It's not on the spreadsheet.

Reminder, I wasn't responsible

for collecting footage.

The responsibility of this gig

is just to get things right.

Alright, so crosscheck.

Make sure no camera along the route was missed.

But mark every camera

that captures Ahmed, or the girl, as pertinent.

Alright? And I don't care what they're doing.

Running, jumping, washing their hair.

If either him or the girl are in a frame,

it needs to be marked in green.

Alright?

Because I'd like to not have to do

all the work myself.

-Push, push, push, push.

Come on, mate, it's amazing you can actually lift those

with your chicken-thin sticks, eh?

Come on.

- When's the next sit-down?

At least a few weeks.

Waiting for all the CCTV footage to come in.

Morons didn't collect it on the day from the guards?

Nup. They're getting the lot.

Everything from along the route of the pursuit.

The lawyer let you tell them the route you ran?

Got nothing to hide. I'm cooperating.

- Hey, three more!

Hang on, you realise they're gonna be watching

that footage in hindsight, right?

Look, it'll show me focused on the target,

trying to identify where she was carrying the weapon, on task.

-Yeah, on task. - Right, on task.

- That's what they'll see. - Yeah. Of course.

No GDs would doubt that, mate.

The investigator, she's not in uniform.

She's a suited-up D who's got tickets on herself.

I'm sure she knows how to do her job.

Look...

Just listen.

Is there anywhere along that chase

it might have looked dangerous?

Like you should have stopped?

Gotta be prepared for what it looks like.

Stay aware.

You wanna refresh those memories with the same footage.

Yeah.

She's still set up at the station.

Hasn't moved back to her own yet.

It's an active investigation on me.

Just saying, folks want to help.

Hall, don't do anything stupid.

No, never.

Come on.

Move! Move!

♪ I love rock'n'roll

♪ So come and take your time and dance with me

♪ I love rock'n'roll

♪ So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

♪ I love rock'n'roll

♪ So come and take your time and dance with me. ♪

♪ Woop! Woop!

♪ That's the sound of da police

♪ Woop! Woop! ♪

- Chacha!

Mama and Baba wouldn't like you listening to that, OK?

It's rap music.

I'm allowed to listen to rap music.

Oh, honestly, it's not even a good song.

Oi, come here. Rez, come here.

- Try and catch my hand. Uh!

-Uh! Too slow.

-I got it.

-Hey! -You're a bit slow.

-No, I'm not! -Argh.

You cheated!

-Oh!

Hey, you all good?

Uh, yeah.

-Chacha. -He's busy, Rezana.

Yo, we're back.

Chacha, stop ignoring me.

-♪ Woop! Woop! ♪ - Hey! I said no.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude. - ♪ The sound of da beast... ♪

I'm not letting her do karaoke to that, alright? She's nine.

I hope you were behaving yourself.

Yeah, up until a second ago.

You wanna get off your phone while we're here talking?

-Kasim, come on. - He's grabbing our daughter.

Doesn't have the decency to get off his phone.

I get it, you do want your kid listening to "screw the police".

Enough with your righteousness, Officer.

I'm righteous? Mr Ice Cool Social Worker over here.

Hates the police.

I let my wife work in your cop shop, bro.

Alright, let's just cool it down a bit.

Thank Chacha for watching you.

Thank you, Chacha.

No, you know what? That uniform has seeped into your head.

You see blue, you think blue.

Jesus Christ, we're not in Compton, Kasim.

Try to remember what it's like

to need to run from the cops, bro.

-Alright. - 'Cause I do.

I see. It's about you.

Well, thank you for your support, brother.

Yeah.

Why'd you keep running after the girl, Zil?

I was told she had a weapon.

And if she stabbed someone,

you'd be asking me why I didn't run faster.

Always the victims, those in blue.

That's enough. Let's go.

Hey, you alright?

Yep.

I can't believe him.

He does know you're a good man. We all do.

I need the boy to live.

You thought you were protecting us.

Yeah.

He had to drink a litre of water every 15 minutes.

He's never gonna forget his last shift with us

'cause he was pissing all shift.

Yeah, but, like, how did you actually get

the Deep Heat into the toothpaste?

Probie, oh, no. No. Think about it.

Hey, forget it, mate.

It sucks, but you're not gonna be in bench forever.

He swapped out Aguilar's toothpaste. The entire tube.

- Why was he pissing all shift? -Oh, my God.

How did you get on the force, mate? Probie, another round.

I got the last one, so anyone else?

-Go. Go. Go. -I'll do it.

You'll be cleared, man. OK? Relax.

Yeah, you will.

- What if, uh... - Come on.

It's not like you shot the kid. He's still breathing.

You followed procedure.

Accidents happen, Zil.

And if they fuck you over, we'll revolt.

Brass can't risk that.

Yeah.

The force is with you.

-Dude, you are...

- That got a smile. -Dude. Dude.

- Look at those pearly whites. -Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Hey, there we go.

Ahmed... you're police.

- We work as a team. - We do.

They should be going after that fucking kid who ran, not you.

Right? Huh?

- Where'd you find your balls? - Yeah, look, actually, no.

That is a fair assessment.

Must have been something off about her

for poster boy to sense it.

Mmm. I mean, why'd she run?

Something to hide.

Right. So she was up to something nefarious.

She's a group home juvie.

So?

More likely to offend.

Yeah.

It's irrelevant why she ran, where she lives, like...

Don't go all soft cock on us now.

Yeah, fuck off. You know, I heard she's a clean skin.

You heard?

Were you asking around, Sandra Ali?

Said, "I heard."

She ran, that's up to something in my book.

Mmm.

Right. Loo.

Ali!

You came to celebrate me.

I'm on the dog squad at last.

Alright, time to toast me, coolios.

Aguilar!

Hey, um, leave the girl. Right?

Whatever you want, buddy.

Garden looks good.

Yeah.

Once those, um, vines grow,

they'll cover the lattices and block out that whole back view.

I was doing this dance last night.

- I learnt the sickest moves. - Go.

Wait, wait, I'll show you.

- Wait, wait.

Look who's coming.

-Shut up. - Dalia Tun?

She doesn't have to answer that.

What's your name?

Yeah, I'm Dalia.

Open up your bag, Dalia.

Hayden?

Hayden. It's OK.

I didn't say shit, alright, but they had my name.

You must be Hayden's girl.

Ah, yeah.

Ty, this is Da, Dalia.

You made them look bad with the train.

Best get used to them coming, 'cause they won't stop.

Not until they're forced to.

Ty knows how to handle the cops, yeah?

Alright, he knows how they think.

Here he is.

Officer Ahmed, this is Mr and Mrs Kaczmarek.

Please, call me Vic.

Great to meet you. Tina, my wife.

- Hello. - Hi.

We just wanted to come in here personally

and thank you face to face for saving our little girl's life.

Didn't we, Why-vonn-ie?

It's...

It's Yvonne.

Uh, Yvonne.

Right. Good to see you're looking better.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Good of you for coming down.

Let's talk after you're done.

Uh, thanks for taking the time to come down with Yvonne,

but, um, I was just doing my job.

Victor.

Oh, right.

Uh, Officer Ahmed,

I own the Merc dealership at North Parramatta.

If you ever need a car...

Uh, we're not allowed to...

No, no, he's not giving you the car, just a good deal.

Really, I can't.

Kind of you, though.

OK, well, if there is ever anything at all,

we are eternally in your debt.

Yvonne, if you honestly wanna show your appreciation,

then, uh, it would be helpful to us,

to me, personally,

if you said where you got the drugs.

I don't really remember much.

It was such a big party, and I was spiked.

I mean, my drink was.

Yvonne... tell the man.

-Mic drop.

You're friends with this girl?

Yeah.

She at the party?

Mm-hm.

Did she do the drugs with you?

No.

Tell the truth.

It was the guy she...

Come on. You've already half told me.

The guy. Is he her boyfriend?

I don't think they're official.

He is into her, though, yeah.

And, uh, he sold you the drugs?

Uh...

Like, he...

He gave them to us to try.

-Yvonne! -Jesus!

Yvonne, um...

...I'm gonna need you to tell me his name.

So, uh, you saw the man

running after the girl through here, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry. Can... Can you... you slow down? Um...

- Ah!

So the man chasing the girl

had his gun... his gun pulled?

A yellow... yellow gun?

Uh, he'll live,

but he... he lost his legs.

Oh.

Mm.

I have my period.

Why'd you tell me that?

Nah.

You could have just gone down on me.

Hey.

Nah. Nah, nah.

You killed the mood.

It shouldn't take this long to get free coffees.

Hey, what's up?

Uh, you're not gonna believe it, but, um, I'm at the station.

Oh.

- Thought you were benched. - Yeah.

Look, we got a tip about the party where, um, you got hit.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, a dealer's been ID'd as being there.

Hayden Broadis. 92 Cope Street is his last known.

Yeah, I-I know him.

He's that little mouthy cunt

that filed a complaint against Davidson a while back.

It appears he was giving out samples of MD.

We'll swing by. Ruffle some feathers, see what falls.

Alright.

'Bye.

- Well, share. - Shit, you are needy, Emery.

Uh, got a house call to make.

Found the guy that was slinging the gear when my head got split.

Live for days like this.

Alright. Call Proactive Crime Team. Get them with us.

- Fuck.

I've gotta go back to school.

Um, I have a meeting with the counsellor about the cop shit.

Yeah, I'll come with ya.

I've got a drop to make anyways.

OK.

OK.

♪ Pack just walked in Make a potential custy

♪ Act with menace I got a bag out, one-two... ♪

Oof! Check out that dirty ratty.

Yeah, but you sure that's him?

Yeah, that's him.

♪ Call it skannus

♪ 17, put a molly in the dommy at the race

♪ Push molly Thank God for the gangs... ♪

Chill. Chill, chill, chill.

They'll roll by.

You see that?

He just tucked something in his waistband.

Go time.

Police!

-Stop!

Why'd you stop us? You can't just do that?

I mean, you're technically a man,

and you're hanging out with a schoolgirl.

Fuck off. It's not illegal.

- We decide what's legal, champ. -Probie.

Hey, Goldilocks, on your feet.

Constable here is gonna search you.

Up you get. Come on, man.

Fuck, man, this isn't necessary.

Bingo. These are definitely illegal.

Yeah, they look like the ones causing overdoses.

What do you think, Emery? Ali?

Yeah. That's a match, I'd say.

You know the drill, mate. You're under arrest.

- Search her. -What?

Nah, man. This is all me. She's clean. Leave her out of this.

Yeah, I don't see stripes on your fucking shoulders, mate.

I give the fucking orders.

- Stand up. -Don't you fucking dare.

OK, he's not gonna touch her.

Officer Ali will do the search once Female Support arrives.

Absolutely.

This is bullshit. Straight-up harassment.

You hound her 'cause you fucked up, yeah?

Alright.

You chased for no fucking reason.

- Now you're all over her.

None of that matters now, mate.

You're 50m from a school,

and she's holding hands with a known criminal

who's got narcotics on him, contraband linked to overdoses.

She needs to be searched.

In fact...

...both suspects need to be strip-searched - protocol.

Milton and Shaw are on a job, so it's up to you, Ali.

Or we wait hours.

It won't capture your image,

but it will record the search, OK?

Oi! Get off me, dog!

You know, that guy,

hanging around him, it's... it's not that smart.

You could do a lot better.

OK. Ah, do as I instruct and nothing else.

Unbutton your shirt, please.

Remain facing me and take off your shirt.

Extend your arms.

Put them down. Thank you.

Now lift the bottom of your bra.

Same with the top and run two fingers across your breasts.

Oi! Careful, Ali.

This little prick had a knife on him.

Yeah, I know how to conduct a search.

Don't forget to check her underwear.

It's where the little sluts hide their best shit.

Sick bastard.

Step your legs apart.

I...

I got my period.

Uh, just be quick.

Did you hear me, Ali?

Get out!

Get out!

Now!

You-you can get dressed now.

Get the fuck off me.

-Get off! -Still.

Or I'll put you on the ground.

Ahmed.

I hope coming in didn't intrude on your day too much?

Not at all, sir.

It's nice to hear a thankyou.

Well, the parents really wanted it.

D.O. Tsuma says that you're getting itchy feet.

Thinks you might be ready to go back on the roster.

Yes, boss.

A true copper.

Consider yourself back.

Even if the dice don't roll your way,

it won't halt your career.

There's more to you.

Thank you, sir.

Dalia, come on!

I need to pee.

Mm.

Just saw Super Nintendo.

I know you came up with the nickname, but, uh...

...he's put me back on duty.

Doesn't that feel a little soon?

We can talk about it.

You didn't tell me the douchey dealer's with the girl.

I didn't...

I didn't call about her.

I called about the guy and the shit he's pushing on kids.

Oh, God. You knew she was with him, though, right?

- I didn't think you'd get her. - We didn't, Zil. She's clean.

I meant...

I meant I didn't think

she'd be with the guy when you went there.

I had to strip search her.

The job can be shit.

You know, I would have guessed that you'd fixate on Luka

and how he's doing, not a girl who ran from you.

Look, I should have said something...

...but I was just doing my job.

OK?

Got an update.

Luka's had his legs amputated.

Hey, I'm so... Hey.

Hey. Hey. He'll... he'll live.

Hey.

You missed your meeting with the counsellor.

We waited.

You were there? Why?

We agreed

you needed to take this kind of stuff seriously.

OK?

You've got your follow-up interview tomorrow,

but... you're shutting everyone who wants to help you out.

You're my group home sitter. You're not my caseworker.

Well, the department's concerned.

Is my caseworker coming?

I did a trauma counselling course last year.

And I'll be starting my master's in clinical psychology soon.

Seeing as we have a rapport,

we can dive in to the messy stuff.

Trev.

So, uh, your boys,

they're going too hard to protect your guy.

My guy?

Yeah. They're parroting.

They're all saying, "From their line of sight,

"there was no foreseeable danger in continuing the pursuit."

They're just using the language that they're trained in.

But none of them actually had a line of sight.

Not of the entire pursuit.

It's... It's too much.

You expect different?

I mean, none of them buy that Ahmed put a foot wrong.

But that's my call to make.

Well, it's not, it's the SCII's. He's the senior.

But then you always did have trouble with supervision.

And there's a lot of public interest.

Yeah, and the police union are also very invested.

And it's been confirmed

that one of your officers drew his taser.

Interestingly, whoever it was didn't declare it.

Well, as it wasn't Ahmed,

I'm sure the officer just assumed it wasn't relevant.

We wouldn't want it said that ranks were closed

to protect any officer, now, would we, Trevor?

He is good police, Eddie.

Yes, and I don't doubt that.

There are moments when... it looks like...

A pursuit gone wrong? Shitty timing and bad luck?

You know, because police, they don't wanna get rooted

every time they chase a bad guy and shit happens.

We want bracelets on. Job done.

Don't we, Edith?

Today was a good day.

So don't be pretending like you don't know.

He chased that girl for you.

- Alright, we are recording now.

And, as I said earlier, Dalia,

my job is just to check that the officer who chased you

acted as police are meant to.

Yeah.

And we're talking now, and I appreciate that.

Truly.

I do.

So... let's start at the end.

After Luka fell.

What happened next?

Um...

Scumbag copper, he went on to the tracks.

He was talking to the one who chased me.

Dalia, don't call a police officer a scumbag.

Well, some cops are, just like some kids, but I'm confused.

Who's the scumbag?

Officer Ahmed, the one who chased you?

No?

Do you remember Scumbag's name?

I didn't see his badge.

OK, anything about his appearance,

just so that I can identify him?

Skip cop.

They all kinda look alike. You know, like...

...members of an old-guy bad boy band.

OK. Got it.

Can you tell me what he said?

- Scumbag? -Yeah.

What did he say to Officer Ahmed?

The one who chased you.

I couldn't hear.

What about... what about before you were chased?

You said you were going to...

- To the bus stop. - The bus stop, right.

And you were coming from where?

- My boyfriend's. - OK.

And do you remember the first time

you recall seeing Officer Ahmed?

He didn't look like a cop.

He just looked...

...aggressive.

Well, he wasn't in uniform,

so that would have been confusing.

But he said he was police, right?

No, he didn't.

Are you... are you sure?

I mean, he identified himself as police.

I was just trying to get home.

He never said a thing.

OK.

These fucking cunts! Held me the night, the fuckers.

Had no fucking right.

It was bang out of line what they did in there.

And that thick-neck copper cunt needs to get nailed.

Hey, are you alright?

Me?

I'm furious.

Lawyer didn't get in till this morning.

And they took their sweet-arse time processing my bail.

Dickheads.

Look, I'm gonna get you a lawyer, OK?

We can sue these motherfucking dogs.

Hey, let's just not stir things up.

It's not stirring things up. I'll...

Hayden, it's OK. It's alright.

Look, we'll speak to Ty. Alright, he'll know what to do.

OK, I'll give him a call. We'll come pick you up.

What? No.

Hayden, no.

He doesn't need to know about the period stuff.

It's OK if we leave that out.

No, don't tell him any of it. I...

There's something about him that scares me.

Look, I know Ty can be...

But really, babe, he's not that bad.

Hey, trust me, no-one hates coppers more than this guy.

I gotta tell him.

OK, if he finds out I got picked up by anyone other than me,

it's not gonna be good.

I'm sorry.

Could you... leave me out?

He doesn't need to know I was there. They didn't arrest me.

Yes, yes.

I can do that.

Hey, bro.