All language subtitles for Critical Incident (2024) S01E04

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.

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

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

Huh? What? I didn't...

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.

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.

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.

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

No, it's alright, Probie.

Anything for the boys.

Choo-choo!

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

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.

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.

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?

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.

Yeah?

- You going straight?
- Maybe.

I could.

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

Kinda blows
the straight-edge image.

Oh, does it?

And it's so sexy.

Stop! Police! Police! Police!

Like clockwork.

Alright.

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

No, it won't.

Ahmed is a robot.

Dalia... lied to you.

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

Police. Told you so.

I don't think
she's lying.

Evidence
would say otherwise.

I need you
to scan all of these

and take them down to HQ.

And can you get me a coffee?
Thanks.

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?

I want us
to change the narrative.

Big bust always makes
a great photo.

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

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?
- Hell, no, boss.

Strike force is mine.

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

Hayden, you home?

Da. Hey.

You didn't answer
the door.

I didn't hear you come in.

Big day. Big, big day.

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.

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.

It's your go, Mama.

Um, uh...

Oh.

No Sandra tonight?

Only my baby brother would spend
years pining over a girl

and finally get his chance
and...

It's your turn.

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

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.

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.

We have rules for a reason.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I shouldn't be in here.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ooh! Second that.

Well, then you don't want Ali.

She revises statements

so that juvies get off
after assaulting officers.

What? Seriously?

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.

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

Got a drop-off from Hayden.

Knew he was all talk.

Sold out.

He didn't wanna come
crow about it himself?

Hayden's cut.

And yours.

I'm just the delivery girl.

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.

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?

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.

Oh, shit. Sorry.

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

I'm going.

Great.

I mean...

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...

I'll make
a difference here.

These are my people.

And they're sloppy.

And there should be
consequences for that.

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.

Is someone gonna sign me on?

It has to be an officer.

You know the drill.

Thank you for your service.

See you soon.

Guessing you're not here
for a baking lesson.

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.

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.

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?

I'm meeting my supplier
tomorrow night.

Just a casual thing.

Couple of drinks.

You should come.

Yeah. OK. I'll try. OK.

There you go.

McKEOWN: Shakespeare reckoned
a rose by any other name

would still smell as sweet.

Shakespeare obviously never had
to name a bloody strike force.

Three last options.

All birds.

I hate birds.

Welcome to Strike Force Seagull.

Rats with wings.

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.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Good.

Dalia!

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...

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

to listen to them
bitch at each other anymore.

I wish my parents
would get divorced.

Two birthdays,
two Christmases...

It would be awesome.

What?

Dal?

- Are you holding?
- Swap bags with me.

- I don't...
- Just do it.

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.

Nothing.

- Yours too.
- 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.

- I'll check this one?
- Yep.

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.

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.

Bad-girl boss!

Maybe you shouldn't.

That was close today.

Lawyer.

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

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!

- 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.

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.

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?

That's good.

- Promise?
- Look.

Not bad, babe.

♪ 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... ♪

Ty.

Using Dalia to get you
social invitations

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

Come on.

Theo, good to see you again.

- Yeah, mate.
- Hayden.

Yeah, I know, champ.

Theo, meet Dalia.

Nice to meet you.

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.

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.

Let's dance, babe.

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.

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...

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

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...

Babe.

Babe...

Look at her. Apologise.

Huh?

I'm sorry.

Inspector Carr
and Detective Barcelos

have returned the findings
of the critical incident.

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?

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.

As such, you have been
cleared of all wrongdoing.

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?

You've been cleared,
Officer Ahmed.

You'll be returned
to full duties immediately.

Sir.

You've made
the right call.

Yeah, I hope so.

Excuse me.

Hey! Watch it!

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

Sandra?

Sandra?

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.

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.

Here.

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...

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?
- 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?

Clean towels
are on the shelf there.

Pick it up.

It's not loaded.

You can fire it.

OK.

Careful.