OK. I've got Michael. He seems OK.
He's on the boat with Liam Rainey.
Beers are on him tonight.
I'm gonna kick his arse.
You heard about Michael?
LAWSON: Yeah.
We're five off. Hold your positions until we get there.
Leon, you got vision on the boat?
I'm looking directly up the arse of 'Strange ways'.
- I can see Liam Rainey and Michael. - Awesome.
Didn't I ban you from using that word?
- Michael's OK. - Yeah, yeah, I know.
Alright, cool heads, everyone.
Everything's in place.
- (GUNSHOTS) - Shots fired! Shots fired!
What?
I got ya, mate.
You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.
MAN: Clear.
And again, recharging.
Clear.
- (FAINT BEEPING SOUND) - Got him.
We got you now. We got you.
I need a line. Get a line going.
I need a line in. Keep breathing deeply.
Come on. Nice and deep. You're safe.
MAN: Line in.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Get out.
OK, OK.
Liam...
Liam, I know you don't wanna hear this,
but you've really got it all wrong.
Save it.
(EXHALES)
(DOOR SHUTS)
- So, what do you make here? - Buttons.
Sure you should be bringing me here if the cops are looking at you?
I would've thought that you'd be happy about it, mate.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
- Is that your dad again? - Shut up!
(DISTANT SIRENS BLARE)
Hey, Michael.
Hey, it's Stell.
I'm with you. Just hang in there, OK?
(SIRENS FADE)
I am not a police officer.
I am not...
never have, and never will be.
Hang in there, Michael.
Hey, Stell.
I thought the rainforest poster was a nice touch.
I am a pretender.
And, uh...
(HEART THUMPS)
And I need to stop.
I don't know what I am,
but I know enough to know that... I am not...
I'm... (GROANS)
That I am not this... (HEART THUMPS FASTER)
Excuse me, I am not finished yet.
(MEDICAL MONITOR BEEPS LOUDLY)
Shh. Shh. Shh.
MICHAEL: (MUMBLES) I'm not finished...
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Liam.
(PANTS)
Are you a cop?
No, I'm not, Liam.
Just tell me you're a cop.
Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop!
(PANTS)
I let you in. Col didn't want you. Dad didn't.
But I fought for you.
That's why you're not taking your dad's calls. You're scared of him.
(GROANS LOUDLY)
Don't talk about my dad.
That's why you're holding on to the money.
You're hedging. You're gonna run.
Oh, God!
Liam, please don't kill me.
Why not, Mike? You've killed me.
'Cause I'm the only chance you've got.
If you kill me, you've got nothing.
Oh, shit.
You are a cop.
I can help you, Liam. I can. I can get you out of this.
But if you kill me, you're as good as dead.
How long is that money gonna last?
(EXHALES)
You let me in, Liam.
Yeah, you defended me.
Your family is not that forgiving, are they?
You fuckin' pig.
I can help you, Liam, but only if I'm alive.
We can give you a deal.
We can give you a new life.
Witness Protection. Just, please...
Please don't kill me. Liam.
Just please.
Liam, please, don't kill me.
Please.
(CROSSING SIGNAL RINGS)
You didn't think to give Michael a better house.
Make him look like a successful drug dealer, instead of a kiddie fiddler.
I wouldn't buy drugs off a guy who lived in a house like that.
Shut up, Christian.
His cover might still be good.
Do you really think that?
If he could've come back here, he could've got to a phone.
Hey, mate.
Yeah, Kerry. We're at Liam Rainey's car at the car park.
I'm at the overpass at South Wharf.
Hey, Leon. I'm looking at a camera. You got me?
Yeah. Gotcha, Lawson.
Alright. They've either hooked it from here or swapped cars.
Now, starting with this one, check all the cameras leading outta here,
and see where they went.
- OK. Let's hop to it. - That's 16 cameras.
- Yeah. - So, that's 16 hours of footage.
Well, how about we split it down the middle and use the scroll button.
- It's not hard, Amber. - No, it's not, Leon.
Look, someone reported their car stolen from here 40 minutes ago.
- Nice work. - OK, Lawson, get ready to move.
We might have something for you.
- Back, back, back. There. - Ah. Yep, yep. Got it.
OK, TR-1 and TR-2,
we've got Liam Rainey with Michael in a blue Holden Vectra.
It's at a DFO car park.
Montague Street, South Melbourne.
They're heading westbound on the West Gate Freeway,
and that's 46 minutes ago.
TR-1 heading to your last.
(SIREN BLARES)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Tactical Response.
Yeah. Put him through.
- It's Liam Rainey on the phone. - Guys, we've got Liam on the phone.
Yes. Kerry Vincent. Liam Rainey, is it?
I've got something you want, and you've got something I want.
I'm hoping that we can come to an arrangement.
We're in Al ton a now. Tell us when you got a lock on the phone.
Yeah, I've got him on two towers. Waiting on the third.
I want immunity.
Well, Liam, you've kidnapped a police officer.
You don't just get a free pass with something like that.
It is in your best interests to free him.
I can give you who had Gary Kessell killed. Yeah, the police minister.
I can give you the who and the why.
Well, if you've got information like that,
I think that we can come to some arrangement.
But what you've gotta do now is go into your nearest police station
with Michael and hand yourself in.
Not until I get a deal in writing
with the police minister's signature on it.
It's gonna say that I have complete immunity from prosecution,
that I'll be given a new identity and a new life
in a country of my choosing, and don't think about tracking me...
Rainey's car's travelling west on Somerville Road
just north of the West Gate Freeway.
Final approach, guys.
I want my daughter, Mia, with me. You get me my daughter.
That's a deal-breaker if you don't get her.
She's at school - Kildara College, Malvern.
You get her and you bring her to me, alright?
Well, what's her mother gonna say about that?
Haven't you got that on your file?
- Her mum's a vegetable. - Sorry?
She OD'd, for Christ sake. She's in permanent care.
- You still got him? - Yeah.
Guys, he's turning right on to Dalton Street.
We're right down the other end of Dalton now.
You should be on him now.
You've gone right past him.
Shit, stop. Go back.
Lawson, he's a hundred metres ahead of you, heading your way.
Block him.
(SIREN BLARES)
Hands where I can see 'em!
Slowly open the door and get outside of the car!
Over there. Down on the ground.
Face down. Hands behind your back.
Guys.
Shit.
And the prick took the SIM card out.
I spoke to your boss.
How'd it go?
Uh... alright.
- Is she someone that I can trust? - Absolutely.
She's no bullshit. She's good to her word.
She better be.
(SIGHS)
So, listen, Liam, I, uh...
I kinda need a toilet break.
- You're busting for a piss, are ya? - Yeah.
Well...
what do I owe you?
Attaboy, Michael. Attaboy.
They won't let you in with a bullet in your head.
Not yet.
Come on, Leon. We're blind out here.
Oh, I'm only as good as the traffic cameras,
and I think Mr Rainey might know it.
Look, he stole the car at 8:10.
Then he makes this call an hour or so later
not 5 k's from where he stole the car.
He has to have a place around here he thinks is safe.
I've checked the title lists on the Rainey properties
and there's nothing that side of the river.
Well, then you check known associates, OK?
If Rainey wants a deal, give him a deal
instead of driving around like this. It's only gonna get Michael killed.
Stella, cool it, OK?
No.
He says he can tell us who's behind Minister Kessell's murder.
Every time a crim wants a get-out-of-jail free card,
he takes a cop hostage?
It's not worth the paper it's written on,
but it's what it takes to get my man back.
If Rainey has actionable information on Minister Kessell,
he can have his immunity, OK? But we do not start talking
until he's in custody and Sandrelli's safely returned.
We do not negotiate with a gun held to our heads.
- It's just a scribble... - It's my signature!
Yes, I know! I know!
And did you happen to talk to Rainey about returning our money?
I think the mention of money in this situation is a little bit tasteless.
- She won't sign off on it? - Toeing the party line, she reckons.
- Is the party line to kill him? - She won't budge?
OK, so we bodge one up,
we find something with Vargas's signature on it and use that.
(SCOFFS)
Tell Rainey he's got a deal. Can I talk to you for a sec?
- What if I could get her to sign it? - Oh, you can't. She won't do it.
You never wanted me in this unit, did you?
You had Lawson. He's more than capable.
- I was forced on you, wasn't I? - Yeah. Yeah, you were.
- By Anna Vargas? - Yeah.
Yep.
Let me go talk to Anna.
Get you that deal.
What, you're gonna use your special friendship?
Kerry, I'm gonna bash her over the head with it.
Mia Rainey isn't in class.
Principal was about to call the cops,
but he couldn't get on to her dad.
Old man Rainey.
Mia's gonna be scared.
Cops showing up at her school, pulling her out of class.
Well, why don't you give her a call, tell her what's going on?
Yeah.
(DIALS MOBILE PHONE)
Hi, sweetheart. It's your daddy. How are you, baby?
No, no, no. No. Everything's OK.
Hey, listen. Are you at school? Just because...
Dad?
What's Mia doing there? She's supposed to be in school.
No. We shouldn't be talking on the phone.
(CUTS LINE)
Shit!
- He knows I'm making a move on him. - You can't know that.
- He's got my daughter. - He'd never hurt her.
Your dad's a lot of things, but he's not that.
- You don't know him. - No. But you do.
That's his granddaughter. He's not gonna hurt her. It's just a bluff.
Liam, you're gonna get your deal, and you're gonna get your daughter,
and there is nothing your dad can do about it.
How did Mia sound when you spoke to her?
Uh, alright. She... she sounded alright.
So, she's not scared? It's good, alright?
She's just spending time with her grandpa.
Yeah.
I can't believe he'd use her against me.
- His own granddaughter. - Well, where has he got her?
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Kerry!
Tactical Response. Amber speaking.
- It's Liam Rainey. - LEON: He's changed phones.
Liam. Yeah, you're taking good care of our Michael?
Yeah. He's safe and well.
Listen, my dad has Mia, I think at the hospice.
Yeah. We figured that. We've sent a car around there.
Liam, did you talk to your dad?
I... I called Mia, and he took the phone.
We don't want you talking to your father.
- This is very, very important. - Just get her out of there.
- Have you got my deal? - It's looking promising.
But I tell you, Liam,
they want their money back.
Yeah. Well, I don't have it.
Look, this is only gonna work if we are straight with each other.
You have to return that money.
Well, what's to say I won't kill the cop?
'Cause I know you're smarter than that.
Get me the deal. Run it past my lawyer.
Once he confirms it's good, we're good.
- He'll know how to contact me. - OK, OK.
We need your lawyer's details.
Oh, you've already got 'em!
He's gone.
Somewhere around Albion or Sunshine North.
How are you going with those title searches?
Yeah, I've got a forest's worth here. I'll let you know.
Right. Well, what you need to do is clear yourself some space!
MAN: Come on, darling. Carry the eight.
LAWSON: Hello, Doug.
Alright. Now you've got it.
(CHUCKLES) You're smarter than your dad.
Thank Christ for that.
Well, this isn't a good time for me.
We won't keep you long. We're just here to collect Mia.
Hey, Mia. I'm Shannon.
You're doing your maths homework, are you?
Well, Mia's staying with her grandmother while her father's away.
Well, her dad's back,
and he's requested that she be brought to him.
Well, then he should come and get her himself.
- MIA: Is Dad in trouble? - Oh, no, sweetheart.
He's just helping us with something.
That right?
Making a scene is not in anyone's interests.
SHANNON: Hey, Mia, do you wanna go for a ride in a police car?
- Go on. You go with these policemen. - MIA: I wanna stay with you.
No, no. You go with these policemen.
It's what your dad wants.
But...
What your dad says goes, huh?
You never disobey your father.
That's the rule.
Come here.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Your granddad loves you.
I always wanted a daughter.
That was you.
SHANNON: Come on.
Bye, Grandpa.
You take good care of her.
We will.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
I keep saying to my dad,
"We don't need to be in the drug business anymore."
(REVOLVER BARREL ROTATES)
We've got a winery that shits money.
Plus our interests in Brock well Mining.
I mean, that's literally a goldmine.
Stocks, property.
"Soon, son. Soon, son."
The thing about my dad, though,
is that he doesn't think that you can take money from people
without stealing it or working some angle.
It's all he knows.
Well, his loss he didn't listen to you more.
Well, he listened to me about you.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS) Liam, I really need to piss,
and since we're obviously gonna be here a while,
it's only gonna be unpleasant for both of us.
Well, I can't untie you...
so how are you gonna take a piss, all tied up like that?
(SIGHS)
You say anything about this to anyone,
and I will find you,
and I will kill you.
I agree that this should stay between us.
(SIGHS)
You done?
Yep.
- Thanks for doing that, mate. - It's my pleasure.
(ZIPS PANTS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Keep quiet.
MAN: Liam?
You here, mate?
Liam?
Shit.
Stay quiet.
Ned.
What are you doin' here, mate? You scared the shit out of me.
I come for this.
Well, put it down.
(DIAL TONE)
Your dad sent me.
Thinks you might be... unsure of yourself.
I said put it down.
You've been talkin' to the coppers?
How can you ask me that, Ned.
(WHISPERS) This is Senior Constable Michael Sandrelli.
I'm in a factory somewhere. I'm being held hostage.
Mia, this is Amber. Amber's gonna look after you for a while, OK?
Mia. That's a very pretty name.
Can you do long division?
- Sure. (CHUCKLES) - Yes.
(BEEPING SOUND)
Michael's just called 000. He's in a factory in Albion.
- OK. Send the address to the cars. - Yep. Will do.
Do you wanna patch through that call?
- My dad's got a factory there. - In Albion?
- He makes buttons. - Really?
Mia, instead of this boring maths,
how'd you like to help me with my homework?
LIAM: You're a bloody monkey, Ned. You know that?
Where do you get off talkin' to me like that?
Jesus Christ, what do you think I'm doin', mate?
You're being crazy, Liam. Put the gun down.
- Put the bag down. - OK.
See? We're cool, mate.
Now just go. Just get outta here!
Drop the gun. Get on your knees.
My dad?
You didn't give him much choice, mate.
Where have you got the copper?
Got rid of him as soon as I found out.
They don't make deals with cop killers, mate.
Where is he?
He's dead. I told ya.
We'll find him.
I'm sorry about this, mate.
I know how things can get screwed up,
but sometimes it's just gotta be like this.
Hey, your dad's real upset. He didn't want any of this.
Liam, why don't you just leave me here?
Are you kidding? Come on!
Liam, you'll get your deal anyway.
If I didn't come back for you, they'd kill you.
I'm sorry, Mike, but you're the only chance that I've got.
- Liam, you owe me! - No!
After letting you live and holding your dick,
I reckon we're about even.
Just on the left here.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Go, go, go, go!
(SIREN BLARES)
In pursuit. Car leaving the factory.
Foxtrot, Kilo, Dog, 245.
Lawson, that rego goes to Darren Meribel, fixer for Doug Rainey.
Lawson, you want some help? We can get him from the road end.
No. Head to the factory. It's not Liam Rainey.
Alright. Bounce him.
Police! Hands where I can see 'em!
- SHANNON: Out of the car! - Get 'em up!
- Do not move! - Get out of the car!
Do not move! Step out.
Turn around to the bonnet. Hands on the bonnet.
Do you want your guy to die?!
Because you're going about it the right way!
I told you, I see cops anywhere near me and I kill him!
Liam, there was a body at the factory.
- What do you expect us to do? - I don't know anything about that.
Do you wanna tell us what happened?
- You got my deal? - We are so close.
Ah! Jesus Christ! You don't have anything, do you?
- You're full of shit! - Listen to me. Listen to me.
Liam, you're not just any crook, alright? You're Liam Rainey.
So, the guys higher up - they take a little bit more persuading.
I'm gone, aren't I?
I'm fucked.
Liam...
I wanna speak to Mia.
I can't let you talk to her when you're like this.
She's... she's fine.
She's a... she's a great kid.
She's doing her homework at the moment.
Well, I wanna speak to her.
I can't, Liam.
Right. Why don't you talk to her in person when you come in?
It was self-defence.
Michael will vouch for me.
Well, then you better make sure that he gets back safely, eh?
Liam, you will get your deal.
We are very, very close.
Liam?
Just tell Mia that I love her.
(LINE CUTS)
I think he just said goodbye.
OK.
Kerry reckons that Liam's lost the plot.
He's past negotiating.
What happened here?
We know you work for Liam's old man. He sent you here after his son?
Where'd they go?
- You arsehole! Where did they go? - Hey!
- Hey, hey, hey. - Where?
Get him up.
That's all you've got, isn't it?
- What? - You're just a brainless thug.
Why didn't you stop Michael from getting in that car?
Why didn't you do something about it?
I'm sorry, Stell.
That's gonna be all on our waterfront today.
Thanks, Sarah. Leon, thanks.
- Senior Sergeant Lewis. - You're not an easy woman to catch.
So, any news on, um, Constable Sandrelli?
- Senior Constable. - Yeah.
No. Liam Rainey's immunity letter for you to sign.
Excuse me?
Oh, what? Does it go against your 'get tough on crime' schtick?
You're killing a good cop.
I told Superintendent Vincent
that I'm not gonna sign anything with a gun to my head.
OK. Don't.
And I'll go straight to the OPI,
and I'll tell them exactly how I got to head up Tactical Response.
You're actually threatening me?
Yep.
- So, how are we doin'? - Mia's been a big help.
Her mum owns all this stuff even though she's really sick.
Dad made it sound like it was all his.
- Button factory, for one. - Right.
Have we got anything down in Port Melbourne?
- Uh, nuh. - Dad's got a boat,
or maybe that's Mum's too.
Right. Do we have a name for it?
- 'Strange ways', as in my cat. - (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Right. Do you wanna check the marina?
Yeah. You're great, Mia. You're like my best personal assistant ever.
Charlie.
Great. Great. I'll meet you there.
Leon, you can get me on my mobile.
Well, as a, uh, binding agreement, it's not worth a pinch of shit.
It's exactly what your client asked for.
Well, I can't certify it. It'll be thrown out in a second.
I mean, come on! You're asking me to lie to my client.
Your client is in a big mess, right?
We're the only ones that can help him out of it.
If your job's to keep him out of jail, tell him that letter's good.
You do not abduct a police officer and get a lifeline like this.
Hang on!
- You have absolutely no obligation... - Hey, hey, listen!
There's a 26-year-old kid out there,
whose life depends on what you do next.
Get it? You.
Your client wanted a letter. He's got his letter.
Now we want our man back.
Call Rainey.
Please.
Liam, Jeff.
Yeah, I've read it.
It's a good letter, Liam.
Well, under the circumstances, you couldn't do better.
Yeah, well, I'd like to escort you in.
Of course, mate.
Well, where are you now?
MAN 1: Spent all that money putting him through uni
and he goes into the police force.
MAN 2: You can't blame him for not wanting
to follow you into the tiling game.
I thought one of them would. The sign says 'Sandrelli and Sons'.
(SHRILL BEEPING SOUND)
BP's not good, is it?
We should think about getting him back into the ward.
Patient's waking. Get him back down, please.
Come on.
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYS)
You can't really see anything from here.
Excuse me, mate.
I'm gonna need your jacket and your rod.
OK, I've got Michael.
He seems OK.
He's on the boat with Liam Rainey.
Beers are on him tonight.
I'm gonna kick his arse.
You heard about Michael?
Yeah.
We're five off. Hold your positions until we get there.
- You got your deal. - Yeah.
Any thoughts about where you're gonna go?
Yeah.
Where?
Nuh. You might come looking for me.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
I'm out of the police after this.
Cured you from being a cop, did I?
I gotta know.
Was it you guys that had the police minister killed?
Sort of. It's complicated.
People my old man are in partnership with.
They forced it.
Russian mafia.
Shit that they're bringing in, you would not believe.
Like what?
Let's just say it's not your regular import material.
So, what are you gonna do after the cops?
Oh... my dad's got a tiling business.
I'll probably do that for a while. See how that goes.
It'd be a dream come true for him.
He thought we'd all go into the business.
He even put up a sign. None of us ever did.
So, finally, it'll be 'Sandrelli and Sons' for real.
I went into my dad's business.
Look how well that worked for you.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Shots fired! Shots fired!
Get down! Get down!
Police! Stop!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Michael, you alright?
Hey, hey. Michael?
Shit!
Um...
he's out of surgery.
He's in, um... he's in intensive care.
They've got the bullet from the chest,
but they have to wait till he stabilises
before they can, um, go in and try and get the one from the head.
Obviously, it's, um...
It's, um... it's not good.
Um...
Well, none of it is.
- I wanna see him. - Yeah.
Yeah. I wanna go too.
I think there's only one person at a time. So, um, Stella?
Just before you go, I just wanted to say that, um...
we did everything that we could to get him back.
There might've been things that we could've done differently,
but... that's for tomorrow, alright?
So, tonight, let's just go home and sleep or...
do whatever you need to do, and then...
OK.
- Hey, Kerry. - Hey.
Do you need anything?
Oh. Nuh.
Oh, there is something.
Oh, God.
There we go. That's it.
That's the girl.
Shh.
(CAR LOCK BEEPS)
Can I come home with you?
You sure?
Yep.
Of course.
I've missed you.
I've missed you too.
(MEDICAL MONITOR BEEPS)
(FAINT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)