(bright music)
(upbeat music)
- [Margaret] Oh my God!
- [Florist] Thanks for coming, Ted.
- [Ted] No, no, don't, don't, don't!
- [Lennie] Ah shit!
(gun popping)
(tires squealing)
- Police, drop your weapon!
Drop it now!
(guns roaring)
- Get out of the car or I will shoot her now.!
Step away!
Stand away from the car!
Very, very slowly.
Now stop.
Stay right there.
Stay there, mate.
Right.
(suspenseful music)
(camera clicking)
- [Moses] You are gonna be Roger Watts.
- Ah, not Roger, mate.
Can't I be something else other than Roger?
- Mate, you wanna be Mostafa Kahili?
- Great, Roger it is.
And just remember mate what I said,
it has to be done by tomorrow morning.
- I've told you, mate, it's not gonna happen.
- I need it tomorrow.
I'm on a plane in 24 hours!
- Thousand bucks.
- You gonna deliver it for that.
- Just give me your details.
- What about the gun?
What's that?
- Mate, that's what you asked for.
- Mate, that's an antique.
My God.
- Don't be ridiculous.
That's a great gun.
- Look at this thing, mate.
That's not even straight.
- There's nothing wrong with that, mate.
It's a good shooter.
Don't worry about it. - Bullshit.
I wanna see what else you got.
- That's it.
- That's it?
- Listen, the cops took down a shipment last week.
That's all I've got left.
Take it or leave it.
(man laughs)
(suspenseful music)
(gun clicking)
- Shit!
Bloody thing!
Shit!
(woman gasping)
- [Lennie] You'll be okay.
- Don't shoot, Lennie!
(gun roars)
- I got a shot.
- Lennie, don't shoot!
- Shit.
All right, come here.
All right, you stay down, stay down, both of ya!
Stay down.
Don't you move.
(woman gasping)
Don't you move, don't you move!
(gun pops)
All right, you get in with me, slowly.
Come on, stay there, let me get out.
Close the door!
(engine rumbling) (woman gasping)
(tires squealing) (car rumbling)
- I'm at the mall at Matraville.
There is a police officer down,
repeat police officer down.
- Please don't leave, please.
Please don't leave me.
- The offender is driving a dark blue Mercedes,
registration, AHH.
That is all I have.
- [Lennie] You'll be all right.
You'll be okay.
(woman gasping)
- [Ted] They're heading south on Baron Road towards Botany.
- [Lennie] You'll be all right.
- This is urgent, I repeat, urgent.
He has taken my wife hostage.
(dramatic music)
(bright music)
* And whatever happened to
* That game we used to play made for two *
* And whatever happened to that old dance *
* We used to do
* Well now there was somethin' in the air *
* That night
* And it warmed you all right
* You and the skies
* I could've danced, danced all night *
- Give me your phone.
Give me your phone now!
- You just shot a cop.
She was detective sergeant.
- Will you shut up?
- They are so gonna come after you
with everything they've got.
You-
- Hey, I'm warning you shut up
or I will put you in the boot.
- God, I wouldn't wanna be you when they find you.
You-
(vehicles whooshing)
(tires screeching)
(dog barking) (radio muttering)
(doors thudding)
- [Officer] Sir, Ted's waiting inside
and we're setting up call tracing equipment.
- [Female Officer] Hi sir.
Can I just get the-
- How's Cath?
- Just heard word.
She's gone into surgery.
What happened there, Ted?
You have to let me in on this.
- Now look at this.
This is the shooter.
What you don't know is
that this is the Florist from Sterling Nickel.
It's the same guy.
It's a good likeness, you'll get a good response from that.
- [Mal] How do you know all this?
- I've been tracking him.
He hacked into our savings account from Thailand.
He took all that money.
- Why would he do that?
- Must've known I was getting close
and wanted to shut me down any way he could
and Margaret found out where he was.
I told her not to go, but she's stubborn.
- Jack, this is our suspect.
Get him in the system.
Check with customs and immigration
for any recent arrivals from Bangkok.
- You want me to inform the media?
- No, not yet.
Don't wanna force his hand.
- Now, wait, wait, wait.
This guy has kidnapped my wife.
He's shot a cop.
He's armed and dangerous.
You need to get this out now.
Someone will have seen this guy.
- My call, Ted.
Go.
- Why would you block this now?
- I'm not gonna argue about it.
Don't worry.
We'll find her.
(suspenseful music)
- You ready to shut up now, huh?
Come on, out you get.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(bell dings)
Get in.
- [Announcer] Dr. Barret and Dr. Mitchell,
you're required in the ICU immediately.
Dr. Barrett and Dr. Mitchell to the ICU.
(machines beeping)
- Can I help you?
- Oh, the police woman who got shot.
How is she?
- And you are?
- I was there when it happened.
I tied the tourniquet around her arm.
- Oh, right.
Well she's stable now.
The bullet nicked an artery.
That tourniquet probably saved her life.
- Great, I'll just go and wash my hands.
- [Nurse] Okay.
- I've been told no visitors.
- Go and get me a coffee.
White, two sugars.
- [Officer] Yes, sir.
(machines beeping)
- Cath?
It's Mal.
Mal Dwyer.
How're you feeling?
What can you tell me about this Florist?
Why did McCabe call you?
- Hey.
Oh, one sec.
- Is there something you're not telling me?
- Excuse me.
I'm afraid you'll have to leave.
- [Mal] It's okay, I'm police.
- The doctor says strictly no visitors.
(Mal sighs)
- Okay.
That's okay.
We'll get him.
- [Reporter] We have early reports of a police officer
being shot in the car park at the Matraville Mall.
Police haven't yet revealed details,
but it is known that several shots were fired,
including one that hit a female officer in the shoulder
and that she is in a critical
but stable condition in hospital.
A sketch, reportedly of the gunman,
has been sent by an anonymous source to news outlets.
We are told this is a good likeness
and that anyone who has seen this man...
(phone rings)
- Ted, any news on Margaret?
- Nah, not yet.
So how's Cath?
- The nurse says she's gonna be all right.
- Oh good, good, that's a relief.
So what do you know?
- I was just on the news, saving a cop.
My reputation is shot.
That was good the cops put the sketch
of the Florist out there.
- [Ted] Well, that was me.
Bloody Dwyer tried to block it for some unknown reason.
- Dwyer, he was just here.
Putting the heavies on Cath for info.
Something not right about that bloke.
- I agree with you, Lennie.
Something not right at all.
- Right, so you saw the news.
What do you think, mate?
I'm not going anywhere.
Well, she's right here.
Well in the bloody hotel room with me.
Mate, mate.
I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the fact
that you're so piss weak.
No, you know what?
You just relax, mate, okay?
I'll take care of it, all right?
No, I'll take care of it.
- Aren't you gonna ring my husband
and demand some sort of ransom?
What are you-
- Sh, be quiet!
You just try and get some sleep.
(man sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(kids chattering)
(phone rings)
- Here we go.
- McCabe?
- [Privati] Hello, my name is Privati from Relatel.
Good news, I'm calling to inform you
that your name has been drawn-
- This isn't a good time.
- [Privati] As a special, VIP customer,
we are going to be bringing-
- Listen, I don't want to be rude,
but I need this line to be clear
because my wife has been kidnapped.
- [Privati] I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.
When will be a good time to call back?
- Look, I'm not waiting around anymore for a ransom call
that's clearly not coming.
- Ted, this isn't negotiable.
- It's been hours, Mal, what would you do?
- I'd let the police do their job.
He'll call.
Running off half cocked already put Cath in ICU.
You wanna do the same to Margaret?
We just gotta be patient.
- [Ted] I need some fresh air.
- Don't go far.
(planes whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
- These beds are terrible.
Airport hotels.
Best thing you can say about them
is that they're close to the airport.
Were you part of that robbery, Sterling Nickle?
Is that why you wanna kill my husband?
- You need to shut up.
- He must have been getting close to catching you,
that's why you go to all this trouble.
- You know something?
You talk too much.
- You and Ted agree on one thing then.
You know you you've blown your chance to kill Ted.
You walk outta here now and someone's gonna recognize you.
May as well let me go.
I mean, holed up in the hotel room
wasn't part of the plan, was it?
Ted's not exactly gonna go and commit suicide
to keep you happy.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, Zac.
- You look terrible, Lennie,
even by your standards, which are low.
- Who are the coffees for?
- Some of the cops.
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- [Florist] Lennie Cahill?
- Who's this?
- [Florist] It's been a long time.
I've got fond memories of Sterling Nickle.
- Wish I could say the same
but some prick robbed me of 300 K.
- [Florist] That gift just keeps on giving, Lennie.
- What do you want?
- [Florist] I want you to get ahold of Ted McCabe.
- [Lennie] What do I do when I find him?
- [Florist] Go to the Duke Hotel and wait for my call.
(phone rings)
- What?
- You know how you wanted me to keep tabs
on Lennie Cahill's phone
just in case anything popped up from Sterling Nickle?
- Yeah, right-o, what is it?
- I think you're gonna be happy.
Something big's going down.
- So what exactly did he say?
- You and me have to go to the Duke.
- Why the Duke?
- How would I know?
Used to be a cream pub.
- So we go to the Duke and then what happens?
- Wait for his call.
Gonna bring the cops in on this?
- No, no cops.
- Ooh, hallelujah.
That's a real breakthrough.
I never thought I'd live to hear that.
- Shut up.
- Proud of you, ted.
- Zac, do you reckon you could find out anything else
about the Florist?
I mean, on the internet
- I didn't think you meant on the grapevine.
I've got a beam on him now through his last IP address.
I'll see what I can come up with.
- Meet us at the Duke.
- What do we do for wheels?
(keys jingling)
(suspenseful music)
(knuckles tapping)
- Shannon, Rhonda Betts, I'm-
- Lennie's parole officer.
I remember.
- Is he home?
- Why?
- He missed another appointment yesterday.
He's in violation and I can't keep turning a blind eye.
Can you wake him up please?-
Well, he's not here,
but I can let him know that you can by.
- This is not a courtesy call.
This is a parole breach.
- Well, can't he just reschedule his appointment?
- He's running outta lives, Shannon.
- Does that mean he has one more?
What if I make sure
that he comes into your office by today?
- I got a window at 1:15.
- Thanks. You won't regret this.
- Yeah, that's what Lennie always says.
(door thuds)
(bright music)
- Jas, I have to find Lennie, can you help?
- Put the tracker on McCabe's car.
He's on the move.
- Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
- Any cops?
- No, don't think so.
- That was easy.
What are you doing?
Why are we stopping?
- What the hell's he doing?
Stopping and starting like he's going
from house to house.
We got him, we got him.
Next right, next right.
Just up ahead.
Oh, what's he doing?
(app beeping)
They put it on the bloody street sweeper!
Get a description out of his car to all units.
- I put a call out to all units.
- What have they done this time?
(phone rings)
- It's Shannon.
- Keep the line clear in case he calls.
- You need to relax.
- How can I possibly relax?
My wife has been abducted.
How can I relax?
- You know, at your age, you'll get stress related disease.
- Where's the stress coming from would you say?
At a guess,
where would you say I'm getting stressed from?
- From probably nearly killing us in the car.
You're not watching.
Watch the road! - Will ya shut up?
- Excuse me.
- Okay, thanks.
(suspenseful music) (birds chirping)
He's not there and they're not telling me anything.
- Think he's watching us?
- Maybe.
- [Gaz] Bit early for you, Len?
- Just here to see a man about a horse, Gaz.
(phone rings)
- This is McCabe.
- Good day, Ted.
- [Ted] I want to talk to my wife.
- [Florist] Yeah, when I say so.
- [Ted] What have you done to her?
- She's fine, for now.
Even as we speak, she's looking down the barrel of my gun.
The only question you need to ask yourself
is how do I get Margaret back alive?
I can't hear anything, Ted.
- Okay, get on with it.
- You are going to go to Circular Quay
where you will stand in front of a webcam
and shoot Lennie Cahill through the head for the camera
in full public view.
- What's he saying?
- [Ted] I need proof of life.
Let me speak to her.
- Okay.
Go ahead.
Don't say anything stupid.
- Ted, Ted, I'm okay.
Ted, Ted, listen to me,
don't do this please.
- [Florist] Shut up.
- Marg, can you hear me?
- [Florist] What you need to do is get a gun.
A gun, got it?
It shouldn't be too hard at the Duke.
Get a gu-
- What happened?
He hang up?
- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.
- Ted? Ted?
What the-
- Did you charge your phone?
- I guess not.
- I can't believe you wouldn't charge your phone.
- I'm still getting used to phones
not being attached to the walls.
Can't we just charge it now?
I mean, what was he saying?
- Who?
- The Florist.
Who do you think I mean?
- Well, I might be able to tell you
if you haven't let your phone die.
- Calm down, mate.
Do you want a beer?
Come on, come on.
- Looks like we're goin' to the Duke.
(suspenseful music)
- [Voicemail] Message received today at 9:12 AM.
- [Shannon] Lennie, it's Shannon.
You're in seriously deep shit.
Call me as soon as you get this.
- [Lennie] Here you go.
- Oh shit!
- What are you tryin' to do, kill me?
- No. Why would you say that?
Why would you say that?
- Okay, calm down okay.
I mean, you're all over the shop.
That's not gonna be any use to Margaret.
- I know my husband.
He'll never do it.
(suspenseful music)
- Well, I hope you're wrong, for your sake.
(suspenseful music)
Smile.
Good.
- Lennie, bit of an accident there, mate.
Having some control issues?
- Piss off, you smart ass, that is beer.
That was my fault.
- [Lennie] What do you want?
- Looking to offload a cut lunch.
- What's your game?
- Well, I ended up with this piece.
Wanna get rid of it quick.
Thought you might be interested.
- Just hang on.
What do you think?
We could be walking into a shitstorm.
Eh, might come in handy.
- No, no, Lennie, no guns, no.
No guns.
- We might need some protection.
We don't know what this guy's gonna pull.
How much?
- A gorilla.
- [Lennie] Oh yeah, and where am I gonna get a gorilla from?
- All right, you owe me.
I know you're good for it.
- Kind of steep for a basic sandwich?
Not even gourmet.
- That's Sydney.
- All right.
- See ya, boys.
- Talk about being hit with a lucky stick.
- Lennie, listen, there's something I gotta tell you.
(phone chimes)
(suspenseful music)
- Oh mate, listen, don't worry.
We'll get her back.
We will.
Here, you look after that.
I'll top these up.
We're gonna get her back.
(suspenseful music)
- You know what?
Very curious to if Ted McCabe's really gonna shoot Lennie
in the head.
Very curious.
- Why?
- You're an idiot.
You know that?
It's an opportunity.
We follow him, see what happens.
I can smell cash.
Sterling Nickle cash.
(computer beeping)
(people speaking in foreign language)
- How are ya, honey?
You okay?
- Don't forget my duty free now.
You promised.
Big bottle, 100 mil.
- I'm not gonna forget the duty free, okay?
Don't worry.
- [Somchai] We miss you.
Why haven't you called?
- I'm sorry, honey.
I've just been really busy.
Is Aran there?
(woman speaking in foreign language)
- [Aran] I'm playing with my LEGO!
(woman speaking in foreign language)
- He don't go school yesterday.
- What, why?
Hey mister, what's going on?
Why didn't you go to school yesterday, huh?
- Sorry.
- [Florist] What's going on with him?
- [Somchai] He need you back here.
Who there?
Someone in your room?
- No, no, no.
It's just the maid.
It's-
Don't worry about it.
Look, I'm just calling to tell you I love you, all right?
I'm gonna be home soon.
I've just got a couple of things I've gotta tie up here.
I'll be home soon, okay?
- Don't forget my duty free now.
- I won't forget.
Bye-bye.
(man speaking in foreign language)
- Love you.
(man sighs)
- You were dreading this job, weren't you?
You were a different man 12 years ago.
Same as Ted.
He was a different man before all this.
- You know, are you like this at home?
I'll tell you what, if you are,
I'm starting to feel a lotta sympathy for Ted.
- You can keep our money.
I just wanna be home safe with my family, just like you.
But if you make Ted kill Lennie,
then I'm gonna lose him.
And that's not fair.
(suspenseful music) (traffic whooshing)
- [Lennie] Phone's charged.
- Oh, good, good.
- Here's Zac.
- I know his name.
The Florist.
- Can you get into government sites?
- They think they're secure but it's like putting a deadlock
on the flaps of a tent.
Kurt Meeks.
Arrived on a Qantas flight from Bangkok four days ago.
Found this too.
Sterling Nickle annual report in 2000.
Meeks worked for them in IT.
- So why's Meeks come outta hidin' now?
- Flew in just to kill us.
- That means he's gonna fly out again.
- There's no return booking in that name.
- Well, he probably has a fake passport.
He'd be flying out in a different name.
- So why'd he kidnap Margaret?
- Because he shot a cop and he's making this up on the run.
He's got a flight to catch.
Clock's ticking.
We've gotta get to Circular Quay.
- Hold on, what?
Circular Quay.
What do you mean?
- Yeah. I forgot to tell you.
We gotta go get there and he's gonna call us again.
- Jesus.
What are you doing?
- I'll be here.
- Well, stay on the phone.
(car whooshing)
- [Shannon] He better bloody be here.
- Well, if he's not at the Duke, I don't know where he is.
- So he said meet at Circular Quay?
Nothing else?
So what do you think?
- I mean, you know, what's the plan?
- Look, Lennie.
I don't know.
I don't bloody know, okay?
- Calm down, Ted.
We'll get her back safe, mate.
(phone ringing)
Shannon, she can wait.
- He's not picking up.
Let's just try inside.
(suspenseful music)
- Listen, when you say mate, what do you mean by that?
- What?
- I mean, do you think of me as a friend?
- Oh, geez, I don't know.
I've never thought about it.
Are you feeling all right?
- Look, it's a serious bloody question.
Could you just answer it?
- Well, probably don't hate each other
like we used to, but I'm not sure I'm gonna get you
to do the eulogy at my funeral.
Does that answer your question?
- Kurt Meeks has told me to shoot you.
- What?
- If I don't shoot you through the head,
he's gonna kill Margaret.
- What are ya talking about?
- I have to shoot you
in front of a webcam in Circular Quay, okay?
- Lennie, Lennie.
You're in big trouble.
- It's okay, I've already told him.
- [Lennie] When were you gonna tell me this?
- Right now, I just did.
- Yeah, only because Shannon was gonna tell me first.
- Got nothing to do with Shannon.
I told you before she even turned up.
Anyway, how do you know about this?
Did Kurt Meeks call you?
- No, his parole officer came around this morning.
She told me herself.
- How does a parole officer know about this?
- You were thinking about doing it, weren't you?
- Doing what?
- Listen, you were the one who was waving a gun
in front of our face like you had a death wish or something.
I was trying to think of a way of avoiding this.
- Avoiding it? - Yeah.
- Don't put yourself out.
Judas bastard.
- Listen, that's my wife.
What would you do?
- I'm really confused.
What are you talking about?
- He is thinking about shooting me in the head.
- That is not true.
- Wait a second.
I came here to tell you about your parole meeting today.
The one that you have to attend or you're breached.
What's all this about guns and shooting people?
- Ted's wife's been kidnapped.
The only way to get her back is to shoot me in the head
in front of a webcam at Circular Quay.
- What?
Are you serious?
- So a parole breach, that's the least of my worries.
- Lennie, seriously.
Would you kill me in cold blood to save someone you love?
Would you do that?
(traffic whooshing)
- I don't bloody know.
- Well, I rest my case.
- So let me get this straight.
You need to make it look like he gets shot in the head
in front of a webcam?
- [Instructor] Hi, today, we're gonna show you how
to do a realistic bullet exit wound.
- Looks good.
I did it once for a Halloween party.
- I was thinking more like a bulletproof vest.
- What, on your head?
It's supposed to be an entry wound for a start
- No one's gonna know the difference.
- Jas, can you find the bit where she takes out the button?
- This is gonna be awesome.
Wait 'til you see it.
- This isn't some kind of dress up prank.
Margaret's life is at stake here.
- And mine.
- Right, sorry.
- [Ted] This is ridiculous.
- [Jason] Stop complaining.
- Okay, now look at me.
Keep still.
Now that's a hole in the head.
- No, there's no way he's gonna fall for that.
- Well, he'll believe it if they believe it.
Now I just need to fill in the hole with some blood.
- No, no, no.
We don't have time for that.
We'll have to it on the way.
- Okay, Jas, can you get me the tomato sauce
from the fridge?
- Yep.
- Okay, we're gonna have to take Jason's car
because the cops'll be looking for mine.
- It's itchy.
It's bloody stupid.
- Maybe it'd be simpler to just shoot him for real.
Come on, let's go.
(suspenseful music)
- [Shannon] Let's see?
Yeah, it looks good.
(suspenseful rock music)
(car rumbling)
- I told you, my husband is no murderer.
- We'll see.
- [Maid] Housekeeping!
- [Florist] No, no, no, no, no, no, no housekeeping.
- [Maid] Sorry, I thought you'd check out.
- No, get out.
I've already organized a late checkout with reception.
Bye-bye, thank you.
I think you've made a very big mistake, Margaret.
(plane whooshing)
- [Margaret] He won't do it.
- Let's see, eh?
(suspenseful music)
(phone rings)
- [Lennie] Here.
- [Ted] Yep?
- Good day, Ted.
I can see ya.
Look up.
Hello!
- I want Margaret released at the same time.
- No, mate, you don't get to negotiate.
You're not holding any cards.
First you shoot Lennie in the head.
Then I'll tell you where you can find Margaret alive.
And in the meantime,
I'll have sent the footage off to the cops, got it?
- So I'm supposed to just trust you?
If I do this, what guarantee do I have
that you won't hurt her?
- I'll tell you what I will guarantee.
If you don't do it, I will shoot her.
How's that?
(suspenseful music)
- He won't do it.
- Hey Lennie!
- Yeah?
(gun roars)
(woman gasps)
- Oh shit.
(people screaming)
- [Margaret] Oh Jesus Christ.
- Stay back!
Someone call an ambulance!
(woman crying)
He's gone!
Oh God.
(Shannon gasping)
- Shit.
(suspenseful music)
- Okay.
Yeah, they've shut the cameras off.
Let's go.
- [Jason] You're free to go.
- Feel much better.
(suspenseful music)
- [Shannon] It was a prank!
- TV show.
- Just joking.
(suspenseful music)
(woman crying)
- Boss, customs sent through an ID photo of the Florist.
His name's Kurt Meeks.
Who's this?
(suspenseful music)
Holy shit.
(phone rings)
- Dwyer.
- [Ted] Mal, it's Ted.
- Ted.
I'm glad you could call.
Trace this call.
I know who the kidnapper is.
His name is Kurt Meeks.
- [Mal] I know about Meeks.
We're on it.
- He's gonna try and leave the country.
You're gonna have to get his picture of customs,
but he won't be using his own name.
He'll be trying to fly under a false passport.
- You need to turn yourself in, Ted.
- Well, if it isn't Lazarus.
- Who taught you to shoot?
I think I'm deaf in this bloody ear.
- Hey Lennie.
How was the other side?
You sure you see a white light?
- Wanna find our for yourself, Vince?
- What are you fellas up to?
- We could ask the same of you.
You didn't just turn up at the Duke
with a gun in a paper bag just by chance, did you?
- You guys are about to land your Sterling Nickel payment,
isn't that right?
- Oh, that's why you're sniffing around, is it, eh?
- Well, where there's smoke, there's fire, Lennie.
- I'll tell you what, Vince.
When we nab the culprits of Sterling Nickle,
we'll cut you in for half of anything that we find.
- Hey, that's my bloody money.
- What do I have to do to deserve that monumental kindness?
- We need information.
Who's doing fake passports, the best?
- The bikies.
Skulls of Satan, Lakemba Chapter.
Take you there right now.
- I don't think so.
- I just bloody gave you gold.
- We'll get back to ya.
(suspenseful music)
(toy jingling)
- What do ya got?
- Closing in on McCabe's phone.
- Where?
- Somewhere in the southwest.
Still triangulating to get his exact location.
- Call it through to the local boys down there.
See you in the car.
- So we need to get the name on Meeks's face passport
so I'll go over there and see if I can ask them-
- You're kiddin'.
- What?
- They'll peg you as a cop with a wire within a few seconds.
You'll be on the ground.
You'll have your pants around your ankles
and a boot on your head.
Now you leave it to me.
I know these kind of people.
I understand 'em.
- Fine.
- In five minutes, I want you to pop off a few shots
there in the front of the house, okay?
(knuckles tapping)
Hey, mate.
- Who are you?
- Vince Pelagatti sent me.
You Moses?
- What do you want?
- Well, a mate of mine came here a few days ago
to get a passport and it'd really help me
if you guys could tell me-
(suspenseful music)
- He's a cop, for sure.
Strip him!
See if he's wearin' a wife.
- [Lennie] I just want a passport, fellas.
- Don't hurt him, he's an old man.
- Not that old.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you doing here, cop?
- You think I'm a cop?
I've been inside for 12 years.
What is this world comin' to?
(suspenseful music)
(guns roaring)
- [Bikers] You grab the (indistinct), mate.
(men chattering)
Here you go.
Which way?
I'll go around the back.
You check the bike.
Oi, you go that way!
(suspenseful music)
- [Dispatcher] Warning, shots are being fired
outside the Skulls of Satan clubhouse.
- Lakemba, go!
(suspenseful music)
- Here we go.
Settle down fellas.
- [Moses] Who are you?
- Vince Pelagatti.
My cousin's your sergeant at arms.
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds)
- Eh, where's that old bloke?
Where did that prick go?
You're dead meat, grandpa.
(glass tinkles)
(suspenseful music)
- You wanna answer to Marco?
(car roaring)
(guns roaring)
(siren wails)
- Drop your weapons.
Put the guns down.
Put the guns down! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's not mine, right. - Put 'em down, now!
- This is not mine, it's his. - Put the guns down!
Put the guns down! - Right, okay.
- Get the guns down.
Turn around. - It's down, it's down.
- Put your hands on the car.
Put your hands on the car.
Spread your legs.
- Spread your legs.
Likes that.
- Got it, look at that.
- You're a ballsy bastard, I'll give you that.
Right now give Zac a call
and get him to search hotel bookings
under the name on that passport, okay?
- Oh, look, don't do this.
Don't do this, you don't-
You've got a wife and son.
You don't need to do this.
- Oh, be quiet, will ya?
I'm just gonna tie you up.
Now sit down, sit down.
- [Margaret] Okay!
(plane roaring)
Ow!
- Shush!
You know, I really wish I could say I was gonna
miss you, Margaret.
But I'm not.
You're a punish.
- You don't think Lennie's gonna hurt my carbo?
- I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question.
- [Rhonda] Shannon.
- Rhonda, I am so sorry.
If you'll just let me explain-
- It's too late for that.
Where is he?
- Are you there, Lennie?
There's a Roger Watts on the guest register
at Mascot Hotel, room 479.
- I'm going in with you.
- I want you to stay in the foyer and guard the lift.
I'll take the stairs.
You don't want Meeks giving us the slip.
(suspenseful music)
- [Lennie] I feel much better.
- [Shannon] It was a prank.
- [Jason] It's a prank!
(suspenseful music)
- [Shannon] Nope, okay!
- [Jason] TV show.
- [Shannon] Just joking.
- [Florist] God.
Shit.
Where's my bloody phone?
(phone rings)
- It's him.
- Okay, give it to me.
- I know what you did Ted.
- [Ted] Listen, Kurt.
- Now you listen to me, Ted.
You just killed your wife.
- He knows.
(suspenseful music)
- Cup of tea while you wait?
- Yeah, I'm expecting a very important delivery
for room 479.
- [Concierge] The delivery has arrived, sir.
- Right, it's already arrived.
Well, will you send him or what?
(door taps)
Don't worry about it.
- You're cutting it a bit fine, aren't ya?
- Moses said to check it.
- Good.
Well, it seems like it's all pretty-
- Where's my wife, Kurt?
- [Concierge] Hello, gentlemen.
(people chattering)
(bell dings)
- You're alive.
- So are you.
Where's Ted?
- [Ted] Where is she?
If you hurt her-
- God, I didn't touch her, mate.
- Where is she?
- God, she was right here.
She was!
I tied her up, I tied her up right there.
I don't know where she is.
I swear to God, mate, I tied her up right there.
Five minutes ago.
(suspenseful music)
I didn't do anything mate, I promise.
- What have you done to her, you sick bastard?
- Nothing, mate.
I didn't touch her, mate.
I promise you, I didn't touch her!
- What have you done to my wife?
- I didn't touch her!
I didn't!
- No, Ted, don't!
- There she is, look, I told ya, I told ya!
- [Margaret] Ted no, don't!
- [Lennie] Ted, watch out.
(gun roars)
(man gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(upbeat rock music)