BEN (whispers) Easy.
(gasps) Oh! (laughs)
LOUD BANG
(torch bangs on floor)
BANG Police! Don't move!
GUNSHOT
BEN: Arrgh.
Ben! (pants heavily)
253, urgent. Member shot. Member down.
THEME MUSIC
I should've gone with him.
There's no sign of forced entry.
The door was unlocked.
When we were driving, I saw a light.
There was someone in there, they had a torch. Someone had something.
Alright. Take it easy, Constable.
Boss, I saw someone in there. He was crouched down.
He was crouched and I issued the warning and then...
GUNSHOT
Ben...
Look, it just happened!
Suse, it's okay. We'll find something.
Someone was in there. I'm not wrong about this.
I'm not wrong. It's alright.
I'll get onto the owners.
Maybe they keep cash on the premises.
Okay. Okay.
I'm going to need your equipment belt.
But I haven't done anything.
Susie...it's a shooting. You know how it works.
ESD's going to want your uniform as well.
LOCKER CLANGS
You've got nothing to worry about.
Just tell them what happened.
It's just routine, Susie.
Inspector.
Senior Sergeant Tom Croydon.
PJ Hasham, this is Detective Sergeant Denise West, ESD.
Evening. Detective.
Hopefully, we can get this resolved without too much fuss.
I'd like to speak to Stewart, first.
Still at the hospital, I'm afraid.
How's his injury? He'll be alright, apparently.
Bullet went through the fleshy part of his arm.
Blood loss? Minimal.
What's keeping him, then?
Procedure, probably.
Alright. We'll start with you. Nothing personal, nothing assumed.
Just an informal interview.
Gun and belt?
Uniform. Bagged and tagged.
Thank you.
Ben, what are you doing back? I'm working.
No, you're not. You've just been shot.
Doc said I could check myself out. He also said take it easy.
There's an armed offender out there and I want to find him.
You won't be going anywhere until you've been interviewed by me.
Now that Stewart's here, we'll revert to the original order.
Sir, could I sit in?
If you think it's necessary, yes.
So, it was Raynor's idea to check out the industrial estate.
She was driving.
You're the senior officer. Isn't it your call?
I understand the warehouse wasn't in the target patrol area,
so why were you there?
We were on our way to the target patrol area,
driving through the industrial estate.
Constable Raynor saw a light in the window.
Did you see it?
No. There's factories on both sides. I was looking the other way.
Who found the unlocked door? Susie.
She heard a noise and we went in to investigate.
Sir, you would've done the same. Would I?
I might've exercised some... discretion.
What does that mean?
It means, as the officer supposedly in charge,
I might not have allowed the situation to escalate
to the point where shots were fired.
(clears throat)
What happened to line of sight? It's a shambles in there.
We were split up. That could not be helped.
Susie saw the intruder and she fired as I stepped out.
What did this intruder look like? I don't know.
What, you didn't see an intruder?
I saw...
I think I saw a movement.
A movement?
Well, it was in shadow.
But you saw something. I think I did.
Did Constable Raynor issue a verbal warning before firing?
Uh, yes, I think so.
You think so? You think. You think.
I mean, either she did or she didn't and if she did,
if she did yell out, "Stop, police - don't move",
I'd have made damn sure I didn't. Why didn't you?
I don't know!
Maybe she didn't yell.
Or if she did, she fired almost straight away. I don't know.
Well, if you don't know, sit down, and we'll go through it again.
GARBLED MESSAGE ON RADIO
You okay? What happened.
You didn't have to come.
Jo called me, thought you could do with someone in your corner.
It's all going to be fine.
We'll sort it. You should go back to bed.
Raynor.
Hey, inspector.
I think a member has the right to a representative
at any interview, don't they? If they want one.
I guess it can't hurt.
Fine.
How did it go?
You're the one who gets shot
and Falcon-Price treats you like you pulled the trigger.
Are we going to stand around or start chasing things down?
We've been in the game for about, oh, four years now.
Never had a break-in before.
So, some of this stuff is imported?
Out of Malaysia, yes.
Phoebe goes over twice a year and buys stuff.
Look, if ever you need anything...
MAN: Hello, Phoebes! I'm over here.
Sorry to get you out of bed.
We've got to check all the floor stock.
No worries. Can do.
A break-in, was it?
Something like that.
The inventory sheets are in the office.
Uh...can we, er...
Better not. The office is...?
We can get through here. Dad?
That's the safe.
Right, if we could check it out.
I should warn you, I, uh, keep a gun in there. It's licensed.
That's not great security.
We only keep petty cash and paperwork in it.
I do a reconciliation and banking every day.
Weekends, takings come home with us.
There's been a few safe jobs over the last couple of weeks,
so...you never know.
I might have a look at this. Take a couple of hours.
Thanks. And if you could stay out of the crime scene.
No worries.
It hasn't been touched.
I wouldn't.
It's a crime scene.
And you didn't see me.
GUNSHOT
Didn't see me.
And that's your clear recollection? Yes, sir.
Alright.
Well, it will no doubt put your mind at rest to know
your version of events pretty much tallies
with that of Sergeant Stewart.
Pretty much?
Pretty much.
Things should be further clarified when you do a re-enactment for us.
Hey, whoa - hang on a sec.
She doesn't have to do a re-enactment.
That's not a requirement.
No, of course not.
But, it might be helpful in nailing down some details.
If that's what you need, I'm happy to do it.
You know the Police Association recommends against re-enactments
in police shootings?
He's right. You don't have to do this.
I don't see a problem. I've got nothing to hide.
Video re-enactments can distort things.
There's nothing to distort. It's straightforward.
Then I turned... "Police! Stop! Put it down!"
And I fired.
Sergeant Stewart...stepped out.
Except you were closer. No, no, no. I was here.
No, it was closer. Susie, the blood's right here.
I know that's where you fell, but when you stepped here,
then got hit, you fell back.
I know where I was. Alright. Alright. Okay.
You said "Stop". Why?
Was the person moving?
Which way?
No. No, they were still.
I think what I actually said was,
"Police! Don't move."
I think.
So, you saw the gun, but you can't describe the person.
No. No. He was in silhouette. I mean, I fired, he ran.
With the gun?
He dropped something, something f- Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Something fell.
Denise.
Grab me a bag.
Now...
That could look like a gun, don't you think?
And I don't think we'll be getting to bed, just yet.
Can I hang onto this? Yeah, no probs.
If that's all, I'm gonna get going.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Oh, God. Go away, Tony. There's nothing for you here.
Nothing? It's a police shooting, Tom, come on.
Ben. Take a slug, did you, mate?
Susie, who shot him? Did you shoot him?
BEN: Don't say a word.
Got ya.
Three-nineteen a.m. Senior Sergeant Croydon has just entered.
I spoke to Mr Robinson back there
and he confirms that the drill belongs at the warehouse.
So, what we have here is either a drill
that someone left lying around,
in which case, you're alleged intruder took the gun...
Alleged? I... Let-let me finish.
Or...or a drill which was mistaken for a gun.
In which case, you fired on an unarmed man.
You mean, she made a difficult but appropriate choice
in an operational situation.
You initiated a search of an area
that wasn't on your target patrol sheet.
It was your idea, yes?
I said it was.
So we have here an unlocked door,
a light and an intruder, all of which only you saw.
Hang on, Ben-Ben saw that door.
Only after you'd been there first, alone.
Where are you heading with this?
'Stop' or 'Don't move', Constable?
Are you sure you shouted a warning at all?
Yes, I am!
Ask Ben. He's unclear.
That's hardly surprising. He's just been shot.
Yes. He has.
At the Coroner's inquest into your husband's death earlier this year,
you stated that you never believed he intended to kill you.
EVAN: This is crap. Listen,
What happened to my husband was not Ben's fault.
I never blamed him.
I see.
Taped record of interview between ESD and Constable Susan Raynor
terminated at 3:21am.
Constable.
I am not satisfied with the answers I'm getting here,
so I'm informing you and Sergeant Stewart of my intention
to conduct further interviews after more investigation.
Is that clear? Yes. It's clear.
You think I set this up?
You think I deliberately shot Ben as revenge for my husband's death.
This is a nightmare. It's crazy. I was doing my job!
Crazy or not, it's shaping up to be a criminal investigation
and you need to stay clear and calm.
I never even put a hand to my gun without thinking three times first.
I thought I was going to be shot! I fired in self-defence.
Right. Defend yourself again.
You cooperate as required, but volunteer nothing.
Say nothing until you've contacted the Association
and got advice from Legal.
Yeah, make it look even more like I've got something to hide.
Well, have you?
I can't believe you're even asking!
See! There's nothing to worry about if you do things by the book.
You try doing things by the book when it's getting thrown at you.
Susie.
Yes, thanks.
Ben. You must've heard me yell at that guy not to move.
Susie... Someone was there, Ben.
We need proof, that's it.
Look, I'm shagged, I'm sore. I really just need some sleep.
Suse...
We all need to get some sleep. Come on, let's wrap it up.
There's no more we can do tonight.
Over at St David's, they've had two safe jobs in the last 24 hours.
Well, that's it! That's our guy.
Well, they apprehended a bloke this arvo.
They're holding him for questioning.
There are other would-be safe-crackers.
Between here and St David's?
There's another one around here and we'll find him in the morning.
It is the morning.
She's got enough to worry about as it is,
without you making it worse.
I'm keeping her informed. What do you want me to do. Lie?
I need to find my keys.
And what about you? You really think she shot you on purpose?
I really don't know what to think.
Well, you should know what to think.
What about a bit of loyalty here?
Susie's up to her neck in it. You could be supportive.
I've been supportive for the last five hours.
It's not my fault that the safe-cracker theory sank.
Hey - you're shooting the messenger, here.
Look, Susie's not stupid.
She wouldn't use her gun
unless she knew what she was shooting at and why.
You ask me, Ben's the one who stuffed up.
How? He walked into the bullet.
If he hadn't been shot, ESD would probably just be
investigating the discharge of a weapon.
And we'd all still be in bed.
Look. We won't sort this while we're falling asleep.
So let's sort this out in the bloody morning. Okay?
(sighs)
CRICKETS CHIRP
GLASS TINKLES
Hmm? There's someone in the house.
(sleepily) Huh? What?
There's someone out there.
Oh...okay, okay, okay...
Bloody hell, Benny!
Sorry if I woke you - (winces)
I was trying to be quiet. It's just I can't sleep...
Big Ears out here can hear cockroaches mating.
JO: I cannot!
Sir Donald nearly did you a favour
and put you to sleep for a few hours.
It's okay! It's Ben! JO: I know. Tell him to go to sleep.
It's not...not really the arm, you know.
It's all this stuff going around in my head.
Couple of inches over and I could've been a goner.
Solve your marriage problems permanently, eh?
Ben, it didn't happen. Hmm.
Go to bed.
Yeah.
You'll be following up with ESD on the drill we found at the warehouse?
Fingerprints? Yeah, on it. Good.
There's also several reports here...
Sorry, boss. I can take over now.
Thanks.
Okay. So, we've done the teenage booze, the graffiti?
EVAN: Done. Right.
Here's one we might be able to help you with, PJ.
We've got a bunch of reports about credit accounts being accessed.
I'll pick up copies of fraudulent transaction statements today.
It might be worth talking to the retailers.
Yeah. Let's see if we can give PJ a hand with these...
Sergeant.
What do you think you're doing? I work here.
Not today, you don't. I haven't been suspended.
You've been rostered off. I don't need to be.
Is read-out over?
Er, yes. Nothing else on the agenda.
Then I'll see you in my office, Sergeant - you too, Constable.
Do we have a problem here? (both) No.
If we do, I'd just as soon you both went home
and we'll carry the extra workload.
By rights, neither of you should be here.
I need to be. ESD isn't going to want her...
You go on.
Well?
Go ahead.
ESD won't want Susie on duty. I'll handle that.
Let's make it light duties, shall we?
Fine. I need to be here, boss.
If I'm not at work, Timms is going to have a field day.
He is full of crap.
Carefully worded speculation, but his editor should know better.
No. Don't phone them. They'll say we're closing ranks.
Let's just keep it business as usual, okay?
As long as that's what it is.
Can I have both your assurances on that?
Yes, boss. Yes.
Alright, then. Business as usual.
The card is taken from the customer,
it's passed once through the EFTPOS terminal
and once through the skimmer.
Can I have your card?
Use yours. It's not switched on.
The card is then given back to the customer,
who has no idea that his credit card details have been lifted.
Jonesy, you listening?
Mmm. Nifty.
So the skimmer's got all the electronic information off the card.
And then what?
Then the details are transferred to the strip
on a blank via a reader.
Eureka. Open account.
I want one of those for Christmas.
What the hell are we doing here?
Susie's future's on the line
and we're talking about credit card fraud.
Hang on. Got other work to do.
Fingerprints or Forensic must've come up with something.
There was someone on those premises. They must've left a trace.
So why aren't we pushing for answers?
They've got nothing for us yet. Call them again.
You know what they're like. You pester, they go slower.
Look, we are all in there batting for Susie, mate.
We just need to know what we're swinging at.
Yeah, I know.
You do the job top-speed,
then some junior connie sticks her results in the pile.
But this is really important.
We've got a member under the hammer here, so...
If I couldn't see him last night,
I'm not going to have much luck with an ID now, am I?
It's worth a try. Something might click.
I really appreciate this, Kylie.
Where are you off to? Interviewing credit card victims.
Coming, Jo? Yeah.
Boss said Jo's out on patrol with Ben.
He's doing property cage with Suse. I'll come.
Yeah?
Great. Thanks heaps for this, Kylie.
I owe you one, eh?
They're faxing through that info now.
Hopefully that'll blow Falcon-Price out of the water.
Alright. Whose prints?
It's not surprising my print's on the drill. I bloody work here.
And you know where the keys are, don't you?
Can we take this outside?
I don't think so.
You are the same Peter Garrison we've got on our sheets?
You wanna look at the photo?
We can take fresh prints, do a comparison, if you like.
So I've got previous convictions. So what?
Have you read what they are? Yes.
Drunk and disorderly, assault, possession.
Right. Nothing for three years.
It doesn't say anything about burglary there, does it?
It says a lot about your character.
I don't do that kind of crap anymore.
Where where you last night. You were here, right?
Looking to clean out your employer, till our guys sprung you.
That's wrong. I was with my girlfriend.
In bed until you lot dragged her out.
Yes, he was with me. You guys are amazing.
What about the last two weeks? What about them?
Well, there's some other nights we're interested in.
I'll have to check my 'Was Pete in Bed With Me' diary. I don't know.
What's going on? Nothing, Dad. I'm handling it.
Perhaps you'd like to think about it and get back to us. Today.
What are we talking about? Your employee - Peter Garrison.
They're saying he was involved with the break-in.
There has been other break-ins over that period.
And Pete's got a record, so he's right up there on the list.
Just a tick. You knew he had a record?
He was upfront about it when he applied for the job.
I liked that. You never said anything.
Look, Dad, he's made a few mistakes, but basically he's a good guy.
I was the one who hired him. I was prepared to give him a chance.
Which is more than you lot seem ready to do.
If you were in bed together,
how come you arrived separately when you were summoned by the police?
Bloody hell, Phoebe.
Because we didn't want my father to know we were together.
Thanks very much.
Are we finished? When you've consulted your diary.
That doesn't mean he wasn't turning the place over.
And it does explain the unlocked door.
Unfortunately, it also explains the prints on the drill.
What about his record? He's got no priors for burgs.
Sorry, but he's not shaping up well.
What's he look like?
Tall? Short? Dark? Fair? Fat? Thin? What?
Medium, medium and medium.
That figures. It also fits.
Yeah, it's not very helpful.
Jo called in.
She's checking through that list of fraudulent credit card victims.
SUSIE: If Jo's busy, I can do patrol with Jonesy.
You've been told what you're doing. Is that a problem?
No, Sergeant.
Do you blame me for what happened last night?
It wasn't my fault, Ben.
There was an intruder.
I know you think you saw one.
You've been through a tough time since Brad's death,
so maybe it's not your fault...
It's nothing to do with Brad. I thought you believed me.
Last night you were mad keen... Today I'm having some doubts.
Can you give us a second? Sorry.
There's a call out to St Stephens - a burg.
Can you just deal with that? Pick Jo up on the way.
Yeah, right.
Yeah, you're right, I do. I blame you.
I don't think it was deliberate or intentional,
but you discharged your weapon in a dangerous situation.
It was your bullet, Susie. It was yours!
Ben, I told you what happened... Fine. Fine.
Right now I just need you to get your act together.
And I until you do,
I think it's safer for everybody if you're behind a desk.
And if that's pulling rank, I make no apologies for that.
MAN: A bit of divine intervention, I think.
We could've lost all the takings from yesterday's bingo,
but as you can see our would-be thief wasn't terribly accomplished.
Oxy. Like the others.
Others?
There have been a few other safe jobs recently.
It means the bloke PJ said they're holding at St David's isn't our man.
Can you give us a rough idea when this might've happened?
When did you lock the takings away?
It's all written down. Late last night before I turned in.
So, about 11:00pm? And I was up again at 6:00.
There's not much likelihood
of two safe-crackers being in Mt Thomas at the same time.
Especially two who use oxyacetylene for the job.
This one was an oxymoron, setting fire to the place.
That was St David's.
The bloke they were holding on suspicion has been alibied.
So there's still a safe-cracker out there
who could've been at the warehouse last night.
We should let Falcon-Price know, shouldn't we?
Maybe we should doorknock first. Nice to give this to ESD on a plate.
If you're looking for an apology, I wouldn't hold your breath.
You and Sue should do the doorknock.
Somebody must've seen a car.
Doorknock is light duties, I suppose.
What about the credit card thing? It's a paper shuffle.
Nice safe job for Sergeant Stewart, then.
Mmm.
Set? You bet.
Hey, Jo.
You're not welcome here, Timms. Why not? All the PR I do for you.
Hey, Susie, you read my piece?
Excuse me. What? What?!
Tony, I suggest you go straight back to where you came from.
Unless you have a problem we can help with.
I want a quote on how Ben's doing with his wound.
The Sergeant's injuries, whatever they may be,
are not the subject of press speculation.
Good day, Mr Timms.
Gee, thanks for nothing, Tom.
Hello. FATHER BRIAN: Tony.
Is it peak hour in here or something?
Look, something's just occurred to me about the attempted burglary.
I was up at the hospital giving communion.
There's this chap there admitted with burns.
Rather nasty ones to his hands, down one of his legs.
I didn't talk to him, but I asked the charge nurse.
She said the injuries were the result of a fire.
Burns usually are, Brian.
Well, yes... PHONE RINGS
I just thought, the nature of the burns...
We'll look into it, Brian. Right.
Well, that's it for me, then.
PJ, he's just trying to help.
It's probably some poor old codger
who set fire to his bed clothes with a fag or something.
Peej, that was Phoebe Robinson.
As far as she can remember,
Peter Garrison was with her on every day that you asked about.
(scoffs) How predictable is that?
Yeah.
What about that guy that Father Brian was talking about?
You wanna check it out, fine.
We're not going to ignore it, are we? Boss?
Jones, if it'll make you happy, who am I to quibble?
RADIO PLAYS
Harry Spencer? Could be.
Who wants to know? Constable Evan Jones.
I just wanted to talk to you about your burns.
Just a freak accident, mate.
Did you want to tell me about it?
Well, I was barbie-ing some snags for me wee little granddaughter
and the barbie wasn't going so good,
so I chucked on some white spirits.
Whoosh! Very nasty. Very nasty.
You're lucky you didn't burn your face.
Too right, mate.
These spot-burns on your arms -
the doctor seemed to think they could be from an oxy torch or something.
Is that possible? Sure is, mate.
I was welding a joint.
Under the sink.
Really? Most people have got plastic pipes under there.
You should talk to your plumber. It's much easier.
Ta, mate. I'll remember that.
Alright. I shouldn't have to bother you again, Harry.
Mind you, if I find out there's some discrepancy
between your story and the doctor's,
we might need to have another little chat.
Urgent appointment?
Um...
..call of nature.
PJ: Come on, Harry, it's got your signature all over it.
Have a heart, mate. Can't you see I'm in pain?
Just answer the question.
If I cop to the church job, I couldn't have done the St David job.
If you think you can alibi yourself for a successful job
by admitting to a botched one, think again.
I know you did St David's.
You got away with four grand and came back to Mt Thomas.
And those burns prove you did the church.
Now, we can go through the whole forensic circus, mate,
carpet fibres, whatever,
but it'd be easier if you just admitted it.
I did the church job.
Now God's punishing me.
It doesn't mean I did St David's.
What about the warehouse?
What warehouse? Arnold's Imports.
I've never heard of it. Come on, Harry.
I told you, I never heard of it.
I'm not owning up to every friggin' break-in on your book
just because you want me to.
Where were you at 11:00 last night?
Woman who lives next door to the presbytery saw an old grey ute.
We got a rego. It belongs to a Harry...
Harry Spencer. AKA 'Handy' Spencer.
He's got three convictions for burgs, two for theft.
He's a safe-cracker by trade.
He stuffed up Father Brian's safe, alright,
but he's got a rock-solid alibi
for the time you were at the warehouse.
Are you sure? I mean, maybe...
Yeah. He shouted the bar at the Imperial.
There were 18 witnesses.
Great.
Perhaps you should go and get the lunches.
Get a breath of fresh air while you're at it.
Yeah, thanks, boss.
So you deny shooting Sergeant Stewart, right?
Back off! I've nothing to say. Just tell me...
If you don't back off, I'll do you for harassment.
Ooh, you've got something to hide! Ow!
Ah. Ow. Ow!
Tell Raynor I want to see her when she gets back, will you?
Yeah, I will, boss. Good.
Uh, boss, I've got to go out for minute.
Just getting myself more painkillers.
If your arm's sore, you can always take an early mark.
No, there's no need. I'll be fine.
BANGING
(sighs) Oh, Ben.
Susie? What are you doing here? You scared me.
Just checking the place out again.
What's this? Credit card statements.
I've been checking all the stores where the frauds have occurred.
I almost missed it. Missed what?
At some point, prior to the frauds being committed,
there was a transaction in the same place.
It's here.
It's right here.
ARNOLD: Yeah, we do credit card transactions. Why?
BEN: Where do you make the transactions?
In here.
May I? Sure.
So, who does the transactions? Just you?
Dad, me...um...
All the staff are authorised to put sales through.
They can't be chasing around for us all the time.
There's screw holes under here.
There's holes in everything. It's second-hand.
Look, what's the problem?
We have evidence to suggest that fraudulent credit transactions
may have been made subsequent to cardholders purchasing from here.
Have you any idea how that might happen?
No.
I don't get it... What are you talking about?
You're saying that after the customer leaves here...
What the hell are they talking about?
Do you know what skimming is?
PHOEBE: No.
Sergeant, um...if they don't know,
I don't see the point in continuing on here.
Look, what are you accusing us of? Nothing. Uh...thanks for your time.
Peter Garrison is the one. I know it.
Mr medium, medium, medium? With the record that doesn't fit.
Ben, you agree with her?
All I know is, there's major credit card fraud
going on in that warehouse - in that business -
and yes, Peter Garrison has got form.
So, you two are batting on the same team again?
Look. I saw him and it clicked. I remembered.
I'm not making this up, PJ. We never thought you were.
Malaysia.
That's where they bought their furniture from, right?
Yeah, so.
Maybe that's why he had an electric screwdriver at midnight.
"International sources suggest that most blank credit cards
"now circulating in Australia and New Zealand
"would've originated in Indonesia... or Malaysia."
Joanna, grab your hat.
These sandwiches are all curly. What's going on?
PJ: Got a lead on the credit cards. EVAN: And the shooting.
Where've you been?
Killing two birds with one stone, hopefully.
Gotta go. He might run.
TOM: Who? Garrison.
Susie, you might need this.
TOM: You will be letting me know what's going on.
We'll radio.
Jonesy, go around the back in case he tries to skip.
Jo and I will go around the front.
Susie and Ben stay here. You're non-operational.
TYRES SQUEAL
PJ: Stay here!
TYRES SQUEAL
Get out of the car, Garrison!
Get out of the car!
Keep your hands where we can see you. Move away from the car.
Where's your boyfriend?
Found the skimmer.
Where are the cards? What cards?
(Evan on radio) Mount Thomas 208 to Mount Thomas 250.
250. Did you get him?
It was Garrison's girlfriend, so he must still be in the factory.
Keep an eye on the place until we get back.
Will do.
ARNOLD: And now you've dragged me as low as you!
PETER: I haven't done anything, you bloody old fool.
ARNOLD: What's it all about? Drugs? Is that it?
You're a lying, two-faced bastard!
GUNSHOT
(groans) What happened?
Oh... Bastard. He's got my gun. Are you okay? Have you been shot?
No, just hit my head.
He'll head out the back door. Let's cut him off.
Okay. Stay here. Stay here.
Don't even think about it.
I shoot you, I'm a hero.
You shoot me, you're going to be in jail for 20 years -
if that thing doesn't blow your arm off.
I haven't done anything!
Okay, then, let's just talk about what we're doing here,
in this situation, okay?
We'll talk about it, okay?
I want you to put the gun down. Yeah, right.
Talk about it? With my record? That'll be the day.
Put that gun down now!
Put it down.
Sounds like a pretty good idea to me.
Put it down on the ground. Get down!
Cuff him.
(panting) You know, for a minute there,
I thought you'd gone out for a coffee.
Look. I don't know what's going on. Okay. Have a seat.
But I know it's down to him.
Phoebe wouldn't do anything like this.
Anyway, I go to the cabinet they've been hanging around all day
and I kick the back out.
And all those cards fell out.
Did you know what they were?
Well, I knew it had to be illegal, whatever it was.
So, I, uh, lost it and went for him.
You threatened him with a gun.
He, uh, grabbed it off me and whacked me.
He's a bastard.
Peter's never as clever as he thinks he is.
If I told him about it, he'd screw up.
So...he was unaware of the credit cards
you were bringing in from Malaysia.
He thought I was bringing furniture in on the side,
without Dad knowing.
I let him. Basically, he'll do whatever I tell him.
What you told him almost got him killed.
Do you realise that?
Your father's going to be a very disappointed man.
Inspector Falcon-Price?
Yes. Well.
You might be pleased to know
that we've received a further statement from Sergeant Stewart.
He's accepted some responsibility
for what we're now calling, officially, an accident.
So, it would seem, Constable,
that no further investigation is required.
Thank you, sir.
That satisfy you, Raynor? Yes, boss. Thank you.
Right, then.
Tom. Constable.
That do you? I guess it's going to have to.
You've, ah... given back the spare one?
Yes. Thank you.
You're lucky there's not going to be another ESD investigation
into an assault.
Tony Timms.
I have a very good view of the street from in here.
Do you plan on taking this any further, boss?
Go on. Out.
(sighs)
Hey.
You okay? Yeah.
I'm just taking it all in.
Justice prevails, eh?
(laughs) Thanks to you.
I didn't do a thing. You did heaps.
You stuck by me and...
..although I didn't show it much at the time,
it meant a lot.
So, thanks.
Suse, we need to talk.
Yeah. No worries.
Listen. I messed up.
I should've been clear with Falcon-Price from the start.
I should've told him I walked right into the line of fire.
You don't have to explain... No, hang on.
I put the blame onto you,
when I should've stopped and thought it all through.
I'm sorry.
I almost killed you.
Yeah. But it was my fault.
I'd.. I, um, I can't think about this too much.
It so freaks me out.
I start thinking about, um...
..what it must've been like...
When I shot Brad.
Yeah.
Yeah, well, now you know.
Hey.
You just put it on...
..and you get on with it.
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