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(TRAIN RUMBLES SOFTLY)

(TRAIN BECOMES LOUDER)

(TRAIN FADES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(COFFEE MACHINE BUZZES)

(COFFEE MACHINE STOPS)

(EMPTIES COFFEE GROUNDS)

(COFFEE MACHINE GRINDS)

HOOPER: That's why I've been trying so hard

to get in touch with the guy,

'cause I figure they're gonna film the concert anyway,

so I'll end up with really great footage.

Nah, but it's gotta be, like, good close footage of you

'cause you've gotta show the proposal at the wedding.

HOOPER: Yeah. Plus, I mean, Em would, um...

DAVIDSON: Toe cutters aren't as scary as you think, Probie.

PROBIE: Huh? What? I didn't...

HALL: It's what we call Professional Standards.

Used to be called Internal Affairs,

but the brass decided that was too adversarial a name.

They're the ones investigating Hall here

for being there when Ahmed needed him on the tracks.

DAVIDSON: Don't worry, Probie.

Ahmed's got Senior Constable Hall

just like we all had his back.

Isn't that right, Ahmed?

I'm not gonna lie to Professional Standards.

HOOPER: No-one's asking you to lie.

It's about being a team player.

It makes sense you were a mess, mate.

So of course you asked about what happened.

Good thing you had Hall here

to let you know you did it all right.

His mouth could fuck my investigation.

Hey, Probie, you working counter today?

Yeah.

Well, it's your lucky day, then,

'cause Ahmed just volunteered to cover your shift.

PROBIE: Uh, he... he doesn't have to...

No, it's alright, Probie.

Anything for the boys.

(HALL SCOFFS)

Choo-choo!

Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka...

(LOCKER DOOR OPENS)

You gonna tell me what happened?

I don't like people touching me.

Officer Ali probably doesn't enjoy

getting kicked in the chest either.

HAYDEN: It's the cops that are on her 24/7.

She was in overnight because she got grabbed at the park.

They grabbed her because she was

drinking under age while on bail.

You both need to understand how serious this is for you, Dalia.

Look, there are things I can do to help,

but I'm not sticking my neck out for somebody

who doesn't respect me or the promises they make.

I don't break promises.

SHANIKA: That's what bail conditions are.

You cannot afford to make mistakes like that.

No flaunting curfew,

no drinking and definitely no drugs.

You toe the line from here on out.

I can do that.

That a promise?

Yeah.

- OK. - Good.

Folks like us need to keep our shit

outside of court as much as we can.

And when we get sucked inside, we gotta keep it tight.

Get the magistrate on side and thinking,

"This kid is a good kid that's made some bad choices.

"Now she's doing well, staying straight."

That's when your kick-arse lawyer...

...can do her thing and say to the magistrate,

"Hey, let's trust this kid a bit.

"Let's lift her curfew," for example.

You could do that?

Help me paint a picture they like.

'Cause in court, perception really matters.

Shanika's better than my lawyer.

She was real, you know?

DALIA: Lots of people talk big.

Let's see if she changes things.

Yeah, but...

I reckon she'll be able to get the cops to back off,

at least the bail checks.

I mean, it sounded that way.

Hey, she sat with us for a long time.

Explained shit.

Maybe, Da...

Maybe all this'll be over soon.

For the both of us.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah?

- You going straight? - Maybe.

I could.

You'd... have to lose this, though. Mmm.

Kinda blows the straight-edge image.

HAYDEN: Oh, does it?

And it's so sexy.

Stop! Police! Police! Police!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Like clockwork.

(BARCELOS SIGHS)

BARCELOS: Alright.

This will be the one where he doesn't say it.

CHE: No, it won't.

Ahmed is a robot.

Dalia... lied to you.

(AUDIO CRACKLES)

- Stop! Police! Police! Police! - Police. Police.

Police. Told you so.

BARCELOS: I don't think she's lying.

CHE: Evidence would say otherwise.

(SIGHS)

BARCELOS: I need you to scan all of these

and take them down to HQ.

And can you get me a coffee? Thanks.

NANCE: Do we know when they're wrapping up, boss?

Having them hanging around is bad juju.

The stink is wafting up here. You feel me, sir?

I called the SCII and asked for them to return to their house.

Told them our secure room

needs to be used for its intended purposes.

Setting up a strike force, boss?

LATT: I want us to change the narrative.

Big bust always makes a great photo.

Mmm, good photo op's worth 10,000 words.

LATT: Yeah, let's nab ourselves

some dirty, rotten narc suppliers

and get back in the driver's seat.

Gonna need more bodies than the drug desk to make this work.

- You volunteering? - (LAUGHS) Hell, no, boss.

Strike force is mine.

And that's the kind of move that gets you a promotion.

(SCREEN DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES)

DALIA: Hayden, you home?

Da. Hey.

DALIA: You didn't answer the door.

I didn't hear you come in. (CLEARS THROAT)

Big day. Big, big day.

(HAYDEN EXHALES)

I keep thinking about what your lawyer chick said.

So I went to Ty. Told him.

Said I wasn't gonna sell anymore,

not till my case was over.

And he said he wasn't Centrelink

and if I don't work, I don't earn.

He's a fuckin' dick.

Don't tell anyone I called Ty that.

If you aren't selling his weed,

then you probably shouldn't be smoking it.

Back pay, benefits.

DALIA: Maybe I can help. I can get a job.

Nah, babe, I don't need your help with this.

I need my legal matters sorted.

But you were only caught with the caps

because you were with me.

It's not on you.

It's those cocksucking cops' fault.

It's just Ty's got my head all tied up in fucking knots.

So fuck him.

He can wait.

I'll sell when I'm ready.

Not doing time for his fuckin' weed.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(KISSES)

REZANA: It's your go, Mama.

ZAHRA: Um, uh...

Oh.

No Sandra tonight?

Only my baby brother would spend years pining over a girl

and finally get his chance and...

ZIL: It's your turn.

KASIM: I'm only teasing. You'll figure it out, I'm sure.

ZAHRA: He's a grown man, Kasim.

His love life is not our concern.

What's 'pining'?

It's when you're in love with someone

but you're too scared to tell them.

That's silly. You should tell them.

It's your turn, sweetheart.

(KASIM LAUGHS) Yeah!

No, you can't do that.

- Bro! - No, you can't stack cards.

You've gotta draw two and skip your turn.

But I played it so you'd draw six.

ZIL: We have rules for a reason.

KASIM: Hey, it's Uno, man.

Go get the instructions, Rezana.

I can't believe she's making me rewrite the whole fucking essay.

You did get some bot to write the first one.

It shows how resourceful I am.

It's the technology of the future. I'm basically a pioneer.

How are things with Hayden?

He's... OK.

How'd you find him?

For, like, treats and shit?

What, he's holding out on you?

I wanna start selling.

OK.

Brad's the key. He's like Tinder for this kinda shit.

Knows who's got what and how to hook it up.

I get dibs on the good shit.

(CHUCKLES) Always.

When someone who can help is free, they'll come to you.

You have to stop this, Zil.

It was a mistake. It's not gonna happen again.

I'm not leaving Kasim.

What? Jesus. I know that, Zahra.

So why are you following me around?

Covering for Probie.

Look...

...I feel guilty too.

He's my brother and you kissed me.

- (DOOR OPENS) - You kissed me right back.

Hey, uh, Super's looking for you.

What for?

Don't forget to put on suncream.

When you go on patrol.

It's an ultra-high UV rating today.

OK.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

ZIL: What the hell?

The poster had nothing to do with the investigation.

The orders came from above. You have my word.

Out of your hands. Shouldn't read into it.

- Yeah, exactly. - Will they go back up? After?

Well, you know, these things have a limited life cycle.

(LATT SIGHS)

OK, OK, yes, PR was involved.

But you've gotta admit you have a distinctive look

and after the incident,

you've gotta see where they're coming from, I'm sure.

Who's gonna be on the new ones, then?

Emery? Hooper?

Hall's a shining example of the force's finest.

- No, no. No, no. - They're all less distinctive.

Don't do that, mate - you wanted to represent

a diverse police force as much as I wanted you to.

- Yeah, a false representation. - No, an aspirational one.

Yeah, well, let's deal in reality.

You used me for the colour of my skin

and now you're hanging me out to dry?

If you have a complaint, you take it up with HR.

(SIGHS)

I shouldn't be in here.

(WHISPERS) It's not right.

Buying weed won't get me cancelled

but getting caught in the girls' bathroom will.

No-one cares about you enough to cancel you, Brad.

Let's see it.

Hayden's putting you to work?

- Is this his shit? - My shit now.

Sister doin' it for herself. Right on.

How much?

You can have it.

If you get the word out.

Anyone that used to go to Hayden comes to me.

(BAG ZIPPER CLOSES)

(OFFICERS LAUGH)

What? I'm telling you, he was stuck in the chimney

wearing a full-on Santa suit.

Ask Dave-o if you don't believe me.

SANDRA: Yeah, 'cause Dave-o's a beacon of fuckin' truth.

Nah, hand to God, Ali.

He's telling the truth this time.

Oh, yeah?

D.O. Tsuma.

DAVIDSON: To what do we owe the pleasure, D.O.?

I need bodies for the strike force.

Wanted to see if you had any willing sacrifices.

- Ooh. We're already down. - Great! Ali and Hooper.

DAVIDSON: Nah, you don't want Hooper.

He's so white that he radiates at night.

It'll blow your surveillance.

Better that than your careless paperwork, Davidson.

SANDRA: Ooh! Second that.

Well, then you don't want Ali.

She revises statements

so that juvies get off after assaulting officers.

(HOOPER CHUCKLES) What? Seriously?

SANDRA: I couldn't be sure that Dalia Tun didn't slip

and that's actually what caused her to fall and...

What, and roundhouse you in the chest, bro?

- Yeah. - Come on!

You two, tomorrow. Report to the strike force room.

That's all. Thanks, Emery.

(DOOR SHUTS)

If you're gonna stand there, at least make yourself useful.

Got a drop-off from Hayden.

(SCOFFS)

Knew he was all talk.

DALIA: Sold out.

(FLAPS GUMS CASUALLY)

He didn't wanna come crow about it himself?

Hayden's cut.

And yours.

I'm just the delivery girl.

(DARK MUSIC)

TY: He's gonna need a re-up.

Can you take it to him?

Wait here.

You did good.

Let me know when you wanna take on more.

Hey, uh... heard Ali tanked the assault case.

Guess she likes the little bitch more than she likes you.

Shit, yeah?

Yeah.

EMERY: Ahmed!

Ahmed!

Look, mate, whatever you're about to do, stop. OK?

Hall, he... Hall is a dick.

He always has been, he always will be.

The rest of them, they'll come around.

- He needs to be reported. - Yeah, he does.

But you think it's gonna stop if you do that?

Mate, don't let yourself get torn apart by this job.

OK?

HAYDEN: Come on, bro! Where is it?

Have you seen it?

The weed. It's gone.

- Ty's gonna fucking kill me. - I took it.

You said you couldn't sell it with your case.

Ty...

I've already been to the bakery. It's... it's fine.

- I told him you sold it. - Why would you do that?

The cops are already watching you. What if they stopped you?

I was trying to help.

Well, I didn't fucking ask you to, did I?

- Babe... - I did this for you.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, shit. Sorry.

I saw the other guy leave. I thought you'd gone.

BARCELOS: I'm going.

Great.

I mean... (CHUCKLES)

I'm moving in. I'm heading up a strike force.

It's OK. I won't hold it against you.

I believe all is fair in love, war and seeking promotions.

Sorry, what?

I know you've applied for the crime manager position.

Haven't taken it personally.

Oh. Well, I didn't know that you'd applied.

I'm sure you'll get the next CM gig.

Mmm, no, I think I'm still in the running for this one.

Do you?

That's nice, but didn't you just hear?

I'm heading up a strike force.

Right, and you think that this will land you the CM gig?

No, I believe my years of working hard

here at this station for the Super will.

Hmm.

Well, you better get that collar quick, otherwise...

TSUMA: I'll make a difference here.

These are my people.

And they're sloppy.

And there should be consequences for that.

(CHUCKLES) I was talking about the community.

I grew up here, I'm from here

and I wanna police here with real power.

I agree with you on Ahmed, though.

There should be consequences.

But in order for them to land,

the response needs to be quick.

Frankly, you've drawn it out.

I think we'd best leave it at that.

(SCOFFS)

(TROUBLING MUSIC)

Is someone gonna sign me on?

It has to be an officer.

(DOOR OPENS)

You know the drill.

Thank you for your service.

DAVIDSON: See you soon.

(DOOR OPENS)

(TROUBLING MUSIC STOPS)

Guessing you're not here for a baking lesson.

(TY SLICES BREAD WITH KNIFE)

I wanna keep selling for Hayden.

Just until his case is over.

This your idea?

I don't look like a dealer,

and I've got a lawyer who'll get the cops off my back.

Hayden and I will split his usual cut.

You won't be out of pocket.

(PUTS THE KNIFE DOWN)

He on board with this?

He can't be showing up, throwing a fit.

I can handle Hayden.

If you really wanna earn,

you've gotta move more than weed.

Hayden, he can't be trusted with the good stuff, but you...

I don't wanna deal shit that kills people.

Then we'll start you with an ounce of coke.

Sell it as eight-balls.

That's just for the people that party.

I can't pay for that.

(CHUCKLES) I'll spot you. On tick.

No-one at my school can afford coke.

Then branch out!

Meet new people.

Kids buy weed. Corporates buy coke.

Come on.

Group-home kid like you don't know how to code-switch?

TY: I'm meeting my supplier tomorrow night.

Just a casual thing.

Couple of drinks.

You should come.

Yeah. OK. I'll try. OK.

TY: There you go.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

McKEOWN: Shakespeare reckoned a rose by any other name

would still smell as sweet.

Shakespeare obviously never had to name a bloody strike force.

(CLICKS)

Three last options.

All birds.

I hate birds.

(CLICKS)

Welcome to Strike Force Seagull.

(HOOPER WHISPERS) Rats with wings.

TSUMA: We're looking at known dealers first,

see if anyone's stepping up.

Detective McKeown from the drug desk.

Uh, our ideas bank is blank at the moment.

Intel's been soft.

The players we know, none of them sing out

as likely to be taking on more weight.

But as the D.O. says,

let's look at them and not jump to assumptions.

- Conclusions. - What?

Well, you make assumptions, but you jump to conclusions.

Well, let's get jumping on who's newly moved into our command.

Any recent parolees looking to pick up where they left off?

We're after someone middle management or above.

You collar someone small, write up a report, but table it.

Do not arrest them.

We can't risk tipping off their uplines.

- Understood? - Yes, ma'am.

- OFFICERS: Yes, ma'am. - Good.

(OFFICERS CHATTER LOWLY)

(SERENE MUSIC PLAYS ON TV)

(NARRATOR ON TV SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: Dalia!

(NARRATOR CONTINUES ON TV)

(TV NARRATOR CONTINUES)

(PACKET CRINKLES)

(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS IN DISTANCE)

(FOOTSTEPS CLACK)

(DOOR OPENS)

- (SANDRA SIGHS) - Sneaking in?

Can we not?

Changing your statement,

if that's about the strip search...

It's not.

She assaulted you.

She needs to be punished.

Don't you think she's been punished enough?

You were supposed to be the one

that I could trust no matter what.

I thought you had my back.

Oh, this isn't a zero-sum game, Zil.

Dalia doesn't need to lose for you to win.

If you can't see that, then...

(DOOR SHUTS)

ANGELA: He just needs to move out already so I don't need

to listen to them bitch at each other anymore.

YVONNE: I wish my parents would get divorced.

Two birthdays, two Christmases...

- It would be awesome. - (DALIA CHUCKLES)

- What? - (UNEASY MUSIC)

Dal?

- Are you holding? - Swap bags with me.

- ANGELA: I don't... - YVONNE: Just do it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

EMERY: Hand it over.

Come on.

This shit will kill you, you know?

You're my hero.

You been good?

We need to search your bag.

You can't search me without reasonable suspicion.

- Says who? - My lawyer.

Well, your arrest record gives us reasonable suspicion.

(UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS)

Nothing.

- EMERY: Yours too. - YVONNE: This is bullshit!

- You can't just... - We just took your illegal vape.

We have to make sure you don't have anything else on you.

Come on. Thank you.

- PROBIE: I'll check this one? - EMERY: Yep.

(ZIPPER OPENS)

(RATTLING)

EMERY: Ooh.

Alright. Thank you very much.

Make sure you keep out of trouble, yeah?

What was that all about?

I don't like them going through my stuff.

YVONNE: Come on, ladies.

I think we just earned ourselves some serious retail therapy.

It looks like something a babe

with a fuck-off student loan debt would wear.

Perfect!

Kids buy weed, corporates buy coke

and I got a promotion.

(SCOFFS) Bad-girl boss!

Maybe you shouldn't.

That was close today.

(PHONE TRILLS)

- (WHISPERS) Lawyer. - (PHONE CLICKS)

Did I tell you I was good or did I tell you I was good?

DALIA: You said that, yeah.

Well, I am,

so you need to come down to court

and get your curfew checks limited.

- What? - Yep, the prosecutor heard me

when I told him what was going on with you and the cops.

He's agreed to limit your bail checks

to three nights a week,

with a maximum of two checks per night.

So get to court.

I've got you on the afternoon list.

We can get the magistrate to vary your bail.

I'm that good.

You're a boss-ass bitch, lawyer lady!

- DALIA: Shh! - Well, it's Shanika, actually.

Sorry. Got you on speaker.

Just a friend of mine. She's cool.

I'll bring her down there for you, Shanika.

Alright, well, I'll see you soon.

(SQUEALS)

(CHATTERING LOWLY)

Check them out, see if there's anything worthwhile.

Uh, these are all F5s.

Wouldn't want to jump to conclusions about them.

Not at all.

Do you want to stay a GD for the rest of your life?

You're stubborn. You don't take shit from anyone.

They're good qualities for a detective.

(McKEOWN INHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

Hey.

Shit, you scared me.

I got news. I wanted to surprise you.

Tell me.

We're going out.

What?

My assault against the cop bitch got dropped

and my bail got changed.

The cops got capped on how much they can check on me.

They can't check on me any more nights this week, so...

Alright!

Dinner at Lone Star, here we come.

Well, um...

...Ty invited us for drinks.

- Ty? What... - I saw him the other day.

You know, when...

He said to come 'cause he was going for drinks with Theo.

- Theo? - Yeah.

He's a big deal.

So I'll go home and sneak out once the night shift are on.

Wait. And... and Ty said I could come?

We're a package deal. He knows that.

OK. Cool.

Great.

Hey, do me a favour before you go?

(DALIA LAUGHS) That's good.

- HAYDEN: Promise? - Look.

(HAYDEN SIGHS)

Not bad, babe.

POWDERFINGER: ♪ Baby, I got you on my mind

♪ Honey, you won't ever know

♪ How much I need you by my side

♪ Promise you won't ever go... ♪

HAYDEN: Ty.

(SONG CONTINUES)

Using Dalia to get you social invitations

as well as do your work for you, hey, Hayden?

Come on.

(SONG CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)

Theo, good to see you again.

- Yeah, mate. - HAYDEN: Hayden.

Yeah, I know, champ.

Theo, meet Dalia.

- THEO: Nice to meet you. - (MOUTHS)

(MICROWAVE WHIRRS)

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

(SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(PHONE CHIMES)

I'm all about putting in the hard yakka, you know?

But also perception matters.

So... gotta look straight.

I've actually been looking into some apprenticeships.

I thought maybe you could help me out,

give me a legit foot in the door with your flooring company.

And then one day, I could start my own business.

RUBY: That's cute. You should hire him.

- Smoke? - No, thanks.

We're a little overstaffed at the moment, buddy.

OK.

Yeah, but keep me in mind, though.

Yeah, sure, if something comes up.

How about you, Dalia?

You got a happily-ever-after plan for when you grow up?

Yeah, I'm gonna live in a...

...fuck-off massive fairytale castle.

(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(GRUNTS AND SNIFFS)

Let's dance, babe.

TY: Better do what she wants.

She's the one that'll be earning now.

She's stepping up.

She's not just selling your petty shit anymore.

(STAMMERS) What's going on?

Sorry. I thought you and Hayden talked about it.

She came to me,

wanted a chance to prove herself.

So I fronted her an ounce.

Hey...

(MUSIC DARKENS)

It's time to fuckin' party then, huh?

(SNORTS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DALIA UNBUCKLES SEATBELT)

(OPENS CAR DOOR)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(SEATBELT UNBUCKLES)

He's playing you!

And you, you're just lapping it up.

- I know what I'm doing! - Then act like it!

These are fuckin' dangerous people.

I'm not scared.

You should've never fucking agreed to sell for Ty!

- We said you wouldn't. - We never said that!

I just wanna be good for you! Why won't you let me?

All part of your big plan, huh?

Use me to get to Ty and then whore yourself out to Theo.

Hayden...

(GASPS)

HAYDEN: Babe.

Babe...

TY: Look at her. Apologise.

Huh?

I'm sorry.

(TY GRUNTS)

(HAYDEN PANTS)

(DARK MUSIC)

LATT: Inspector Carr and Detective Barcelos

have returned the findings of the critical incident.

CARR: Firstly, I'd like to acknowledge

the time and dedication

that Detective Barcelos and her team

have put into this investigation

and to thank you for your willingness to assist us

in our inquiries, Officer Ahmed.

Detective Barcelos?

(BARCELOS CLEARS THROAT)

Your choices that day

will have long-lasting and far-reaching consequences.

A boy lost his legs

and your actions led directly to that.

However, there is no evidence to suggest

that you did not follow procedure

and no-one could have predicted that terrible outcome.

CARR: As such, you have been cleared of all wrongdoing.

BARCELOS: And, uh, we have recommended

that you be retrained regarding pursuits.

Well, that you refresh yourself on when to disengage,

techniques to combat tunnel vision.

You think I locked on?

LATT: You've been cleared, Officer Ahmed.

You'll be returned to full duties immediately.

Sir.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

CARR: You've made the right call.

Yeah, I hope so.

(CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me.

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WHISPERING VOICES ECHO)

(THUDDING, BRAKES SQUEAL)

(STATIC AND BANGING)

Hey! Watch it!

Or what, Bollywood? You gonna read me my rights?

(KIDS JEER AND SHOUT)

(SIGHS)

(ETHEREAL MUSIC)

Sandra?

(KNOCKS) Sandra?

MILTON: Hey.

I'm sorry.

She moved out this morning.

Oh.

Right.

Look, I know this probably isn't the best time to say this,

but, um, Keira wants me back, so I figured...

Yeah. Go.

I mean, um... Yeah, that's good. Hmm.

Well, at least now you got a bachelor pad.

(CHUCKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

TY: You can cut it with whatever you want.

Heroin, baking powder, laundry detergent, paracetamol.

The more product, the more money you make.

Roll.

That's it.

You gotta be smart.

You can't rip off the wrong people

and you can't attract the wrong attention, OK?

Got it?

Yeah, I got that.

There you go.

Alright. (SNIFFS)

Here.

(SNORTS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(LINE RINGS)

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

(PHONE RINGS)

Ahh!

The prodigal brother finally returns my call.

Yeah. Sorry.

I just, um...

...I just got told the investigation is over.

- I've been cleared. - Hey! Right.

That's a big relief.

Yeah. Yeah, it is. Yeah.

- So what happens now? - Nothing.

Life, work, it all goes back to normal.

Hey, why don't you come over for dinner tonight?

- It'll be good to be together. - Uh...

- No, I can't. I've, uh... - (MOUTHS)

I've got a thing with the guys.

So, uh, I've gotta go.

You know how long it takes me to do my hair.

- Hey, Zil? - (TEARFULLY) Talk later, bro.

Hey, Rez, grab your stuff.

- We're going to Zil's. - Just give him time.

What?

I know my brother. He didn't sound right.

OK, you go.

Did something happen at work?

No, no, I just think that maybe we need a bit of space.

You've been so busy supporting Zil that I just...

Yeah, OK, honey, honey.

What is it?

Hey, just tell me.

What?

TY: Clean towels are on the shelf there.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Pick it up.

It's not loaded.

You can fire it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

OK.

Careful.

(TRIGGER CLICKS)

(MOODY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

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