Blue Canaries (2023) Movie Script

[soft gentle music]
[rumbling music]
[logo blasts]
[birds squawking]
[tram bell ringing]
[traffic light beeping]
[Officer] Fitzroy
203 requesting backup.
[Dispatch] Fitzroy
203, go ahead.
- Uh, it's-
- Just slow down, please.
[Officer] Fuck.
[Dispatch] Fitzroy
203, can you repeat that?
- Sorry this is Fitzroy 203.
- You've got to calm down.
It's Waheed Karam, he's
got a gun, he's got a gun
and he's going to-
Kit!
[Dispatch] Fitzroy
203, say again, over.
- He's going to-
- Come on, Kit.
[Dispatch] Fitzroy 203?
- Fitzroy 203 urgent.
- Oh, shit.
[Dispatch] Syl, is that you?
[Syl] Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Fitzroy 203, can you
mark us heading out
to the following address?
[Kit breaths heavily]
[indistinct] Attending
that address.
Defendant is armed
with a firearm.
[Dispatch] Fitzroy
203, received the last
Night shift 265,
do you copy that?
[Night Shift] 265
copy that, en route
- Hey, Kit, come on
- What are we doing?
[Dispatch] Syl, confirming,
did you say 101 Lagudah Avenue?
We're doing the job.
Fitzroy 203, yes, I did.
Resident of that address
is Barney Schneider,
known offender, also
known to be armed.
Requesting backup to the
corner of Mihael and Dolcheguy.
I'll take point
until CERT arrives.
[Dispatch] Any unit clear
to backup Fitzroy 203?
Corner of Dolcheguy and Mihael.
Syl, there's a full book of
warnings against this one.
Fitzroy 203, that's the one.
[Night Shift] Jesus
mate, Merry Christmas.
Kit, I need to
focus, are you good?
Not really.
It's okay, we're
doing the job, yeah?
I'm looking at this guy's
rap sheet, this guy's fucked.
It's okay, we can handle it.
He's been arrested
for everything.
We can handle it, yeah?
He's killed people, Syl.
20 years on the beat, I've
never had to fire my weapon
and I'm not starting
tonight and neither are you.
You're good at this.
You wouldn't have gotten
this far if you weren't.
I don't know.
I need to hear you say it.
Yes, yes, I'm good,
I'm just a bit nervous.
Once more with
feeling there, Kit.
Yes, Senior, I'm good.
Okay, good, we're
almost there, cams on.
[siren howling]
[ominous music]
[seat belt unclicks]
All right, you got us here
and I need you to see it
through, so run it down.
Uh, two suspects.
One highly dangerous
and both presumed armed.
Right, and the play?
The play?
Shit it's not van craft.
No, no talking now, this
time we wait for backup.
Just remember you've been
trained by the very best.
The academy didn't
really train me.
- I mean me, dickhead.
- Oh.
Of course you did.
It's gonna be fine.
Just gonna sit here
and wait for CERT to
[gunshots fire]
Waheed.
[distant dogs barking]
[grunts] Get off me.
Stop, off. [Grunting]
What the fuck are you doing?
Me, what the
fuck are you doing?
I'm...
You're right, you're right.
Fuck.
Let's reset, I'm
contact, you're cover.
Yes, Senior.
[soft tense music]
[Syl] Fitzroy
203, shots fired.
Active shooter situation.
Officer Connor and
Jones entering.
[Dispatch] Fitzroy
203 received the last.
Night Shift 265,
did you copy that?
[soft tense music]
- Night Shift 265, copy that.
We're en route, 10 minutes ETA.
Calvary's coming,
mate, you hold on.
[tense music rising]
[fist knocking]
This is the police.
Waheed, are you in there?
[fist knocking] I repeat,
this is the police.
We are coming in
and we are armed.
Put down your weapons.
[tense music spiralling]
[door bangs]
Get down on the floor and
put your hands in your
Waheed, are you all
right, where's Barney?
Mate, mate, you need to put
that gun down for me right now.
Hold on, I fucked up, man.
- Mate, put the gun down.
- Syl.
[Waheed] Listen.
- Fuck.
- No, no wait.
Waheed.
- Hold on, hold on.
- Waheed, what the fuck?
He had a gun.
Waheed Karam, I need you down
on your knees-
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, I've got this.
- And give me your gun.
You need to get
the hell outta here.
- He's not vicious, okay?
- No, no, no.
He killed him!
Put your gun down,
leave it.
- Get outta here.
You guys need to get the hell
outta here, okay?
- Syl.
Stop pointing the gun at him.
He's not vicious.
- He was all up on me, man.
Waheed, just calm down, we're
gonna talk this over, okay?
[Waheed] No, no, no, no,
you can't help me, man.
- We're gonna talk this over.
- You can't help me, okay?
You need to get the
hell outta here.
Syl, he's got a gun!
Tell her to stop pointing
that shit at me man, fuck
Just breathe with me, Kit.
Waheed Karam, you need
to get on the ground.
- Just breathe.
- Get the fuck outta here.
[crosstalk indistinct]
Everyone breathe and
we'll work this out.
[tense music softening]
[gentle music]
This is ridiculous,
you're lying.
I'm telling you,
20 years on the beat,
you get superpowers.
It's my spidey sense, trust me.
What is it with you middle-aged
dudes and superheroes?
Middle aged?
Well, if the shoe fits.
All right.
Do you feel it now
[smooth music]
Do you feel the rain
[Young Man] It's
the same thing.
[Young Woman] Gimme a break.
- It is.
- Thanks, thanks.
[Kit] Fitzroy's
a rabbit Warren.
But you knew they'd be
selling gear right here.
How?
Does it look like
they're selling gear?
Down in your hole
Come on, run it down.
Okay, possible narcotics
transaction in progress.
Two teenagers, one
male, one female.
[Syl] Yeah, who
are clearly flirting
and not selling drugs.
So another call from a racist
boomer and here we are.
Why
[phone vibrating]
Why
Why's she wearing a school
uniform on a Sunday?
School recitals.
Yeah
Yeaaaah
What?
For me it was ballet.
- Ballet?
- Yeah, okay.
Do your fans know that
you were a ballerina?
[Kit] Well, how about that?
[Waheed] That's love.
[Kit] Red handed.
It says "Waheed",
means "Alone"
You read Arabic?
You don't?
So what's the play?
Really?
I'm coming off the bench?
Well, we responded
to the call,
so we need to do something.
And yes, it's tradition to take
the last job on your first.
This job has more traditions
than the Catholic church.
Oh, another
universally-loved institution.
The play, the
play's van craft.
It's been van craft all day.
[Together] "Why
walk when you can
let your mouth do the talking?"
- We know.
- Excellent, excellent,
excellent answer, mate.
They don't teach van
craft at the academy,
so it's my job to teach you
that you can talk
your way into and out
[can clatters]
Aw shit, please don't run.
[Kit] He can hear you.
I wasn't talking to him.
The other way
Something different
But I'm something of a woman
Merry Christmas.
[phone camera snaps]
Also I'm kinda like, yeah
[music comes to a stop]
[upbeat music]
Oh what the fuck?
I got what you want
and you know it's true
You got what I want
And it's all in the booth
Why
[bin thuds]
Why
Why are you holding back
Stop chasing me!
Tell me once
Tell me twice
Why you won't be satisfied
[glass shattering]
[Kit groans]
[Kit sniffs]
[Kit gags]
[Waheed mimics cracking]
Oh, fucking shit.
[Waheed breathes heavily]
[Waheed chuckles]
Hey, baby.
What?
I didn't do anything, man.
No, you know these cops,
they see a Middle Eastern guy
and it's like target
practise for them, you know?
Oh no, not gonna catch me.
Some stupid cop catch me
[Waheed thuds]
Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Sir, you need to calm down,
you're not going anywhere.
- Okay, all right,
okay, okay, okay!
Look, I didn't mean to run,
[cuffs clicking]
but you have to
realise that I...
Oh, what's that smell?
Holy-
You mean this?
Oh, what the?
Oh, I shouldn't have run.
You jumped out of an unmarked
car, you fucking pig.
You don't know what it's
like to be chased by cops.
I'm innocent, all right?
[container rattles]
Yeah, I'm a local artist.
[Kit] Yeah.
Big deal, all right?
I never did nothing wrong.
And this?
Yeah, I have glaucoma.
- Okay.
- All right?
I have a prescription for that.
So, you're not obliged to do
or say anything and
anything you do say
may be used against you.
- I swear on my sister's life,
I will go ahead and I will-
Do you understand?
For fuck's sake,
don't do this.
Oh, shit, did you just
pick me up with one hand?
Holy shit, look,
take some advice,
stop being a cop and go play
some footy or some shit.
[Syl] She does ya numpty.
Where'd you come from?
20 years on the beat, I
pulled up before you put
that hit on, you ran
straight past me.
Yeah, but see what happens
when you let me lead?
Told you not to run.
What if he had a
blade or a shooter?
What if he had mates waiting?
He's right, he's right,
it happened to me once,
remember that shit?
Oh, when you shoved
that kid in the eye?
Yeah, I remember it.
- Yeah well,
I wasn't aiming
for his eye, man.
I was aiming for his dick.
The guy ducked.
After you stole his car.
Yeah, I stole his car.
Yeah, it was a
good car. [Laughs]
Hey, by the way,
speaking of cars,
what's with the sweet
ride you're riding, man?
Finally start taking bribes?
Someone's spewed in the
cruiser, it's getting cleaned.
You know him?
- Yeah.
- Yeah,
Syl knows everybody in the 365.
I'm Waheed, by the
way, Waheed Karam.
You shake hands?
Waheed?
He tagged his own name,
you can't read Arabic.
He can barely read
English, man. [Laughs]
You wanna talk to
Szabo about this?
Oh hell no, Szabo can stay
where he is, like my teeth.
See, she gets it.
You don't get it, Syl.
Szabo hits way harder when
you're not white, way harder.
Speaking of not white,
what the fuck are you
supposed to be, man?
What are you, like half
Turkish, half Greek?
I'm Aboriginal.
An Aboriginal,
she being serious?
An Aboriginal cop?
You know these guys
kill your people, right?
Try making your elders
proud, dear auntie.
Don't call me auntie.
Oh, whatever.
Senior?
What?
The wind got them, uncuff him.
Yes, sir, but for the
record, this is your call.
[cuffs clicking]
[bird chirping]
- Hey, hey I can explain.
- Waheed.
- Look, hold on.
- Waheed.
I swear, it's not
real, it's fake.
Obviously, but what the hell?
How many times-
It's for show.
- Have we talked about this?
- Just calm down, just, oh my
I should run you in right now.
Should?
Well no damn it, this is a toy
and we're not putting
him in for weed, so.
So, what do we do?
Easy, we pretend he's
a white kid from Kew
and call it a day.
Oh, thank God.
[Syl] Really?
Yeah, I only chased him
'cause I thought I had to.
Why'd you think that?
I also said, "Don't run."
So, we can ignore weed?
Weed shmeed.
What about the sarge?
[Syl] She'll be right,
but this is still your lead.
What do you wanna do then?
Oh shit, uh, Auntie, hey,
I was messing around
about that elder's thing.
They're proud.
They're, they're proud,
Syl, they're proud.
Shut it, Waheed,
yeah, shut it.
Your life is in her hands now.
Don't listen to
him, they're proud.
What am I supposed to do?
Kit, holster the weapon.
- We have to control-
- Do as I say.
The situation and I'm
perceiving this threat to be
Do as I say, just trust me.
[soft tense music]
Waheed?
Don't.
- Syl.
Don't, he's not
gonna shoot me.
[soft tense music]
I'm not joking.
I'm serious, get the fuck out.
Would you stop being
such a smart arse?
You know we can
still arrest you.
Oh hey, hey, hey, come
on, you did the right thing.
I can see why my sister
really loves you, man.
And she's gonna
freak the fuck out
when she finds out I got tackled
by the Boxing
Banga-Roo, ba-ba-ba!
You like that nickname?
I got more, Whitten
Over Warrior.
Yeah, that's what
you play, right?
How about Decap Latte.
What does that even mean?
Well, lattes are hot.
So it's kind of a
compliment in your way.
And they put you to sleep.
Like what you did to
that fucking dog, man.
- Waheed.
- Yeah?
You can't call
women dogs, mate.
I can call 'em
dogs, all right?
No you can't, mate,
I'm sorry, not anymore.
Did you just say
"sorry" and "not anymore?"
Syl, she plays for
the Western Bulldogs.
Yeah, we call 'em dogs too.
Fucking told you, man.
Let me tell you, when you
merked that Dog bitch, ooh!
- Whoa, whoa, come on.
- It was late.
- And high.
- Does "bitch" get a pass?
It was on her shoulder and
no, "bitch" doesn't get a pass.
Yeah, if her shoulder was
right up against her face.
And Syl, can you just calm
down for like two seconds, man?
He's grumpy 'cause
he's still hung over.
Hey, must have been
some Christmas party.
Spewing Cruisers.
- It wasn't me.
Yeah, I'm sure
it wasn't you, bud.
This is why I don't drink.
Gets you into too
much trouble, man.
[Hip Hop]
Telegraphed the left
But it was the right
bolo that downed ya
Sometimes I'm up
front busting,
Sometimes the man
behind the bust
Sometimes I playin' Jos
And sometimes
I play your Cus
You're mundane, I'm Mundine
with uppercuts that's unseen
Shots to boke ya, gotta a
one-Tszyu that's gotta cost ya
I rock your whole roster
with another tough song
And work your body sonically
like I'm rhyming
with the gloves on
[hip hop record
scratch breakdown]
All right guys, thanks,
for the lift, 'preciate it.
Before we go in
I'm sorry, "we?"
Do you know what
cops are required to do
in the presence
of a live firearm?
I don't know, sulk
like little bitches?
Kit.
Minimise threat to life.
Force should be proportionate
to the perceived threat.
Right, and if the
threat is perceived
as being potentially lethal-
Yeah, all right,
I get it, I get it,
I fucked up, man.
I don't think you
do get it, mate,
'cause your gun looked real.
You probably should've shot you.
Do you both get that?
You got lucky.
Don't make a habit of it.
[phone camera snaps]
Great speech, Syl.
And I'm gonna, I'm
gonna remember the,
the thing that you just said.
That's a nice phone, Waheed.
[sigh] You can
get fucked, Syl.
You're not getting
my phone, dude.
You know I worked really
hard to pay for this
and even Nam was proud of me.
So maybe show me a
little bit of credit.
Nam?
Yeah, your buddy, Jesus Nam.
My buddy Jesus Nam,
you're on probation?
- Probation?
- Yeah.
I thought you knew, man.
- You bloody idiot.
- What?
Your boy rocket-pinned me
for a J back in October.
Been doing piss tests
with Nam ever since.
Who cares?
- Who's Nam?
He's my parole officer.
Yeah, Syl calls him
Jean Claude Van Nam.
I don't know what that is, bro.
Me Neither.
If you're on probation,
what are you doing out with
the Sheilas getting high?
I wasn't getting high, man.
I was giving 'em to
Tina as a present.
Well, I don't know
Tina, but I know Szabo.
And if he had been the
one to pick you up
What if someone
watches the body cams?
No one will watches the
body cams unless they need to.
And the only thing anyone
needs to see is your tackle.
And why would they
need to see that?
Are you joking?
I'm gonna put it up
on the big screen
at the watch for the
Sarge, she's gonna love it.
Boa.
Yeah, hey, can I get a copy
of that for Nura, by the way?
At the end of our shift,
we answered the call,
but still no suspicious activity
and proceeded back to
the watch, and Waheed?
Yeah, Waheed was at
home wanking it off.
- Good.
- What?
Nam's a born again.
What?
He hates it whenever I start
talking about having a tug.
And welcome to the
wank den, by the way.
[Syl] Hey, it's
still your lead.
What?
[door knocking]
[shoes clattering]
[door clatters]
Uh, Ms. Karam, my
name is Constable Jones.
Suha Haddad, my
friends call me Sue.
Thanks, Sue, my
name's Catherine.
It's Miss Haddad.
Oh, sorry, Miss Haddad,
my name is probationar
Why are you harassing
me at my home?
Harassing?
Sorry, I don't mean to make you
feel like I'm harassing you.
Are you calling me a liar?
No, no, uh, it's
about your son, Waheed.
We picked him up.
Son?
I don't have a son.
Waheed is not your son?
Oh, you think I'm his mum
because we're both Arabs?
No, no, that's obviously
not what I meant.
- What did you mean?
- Uh
It's a Muslim thing?
No, of, of course not.
Then it's a terrorist thing.
[timer buzzing]
Oh, shit, the baklava.
Syl, I was really
gonna dig in there,
but come on in, kettle's on.
Mm.
Mm.
Hm.
What?
[shoes clattering]
We're gonna have
to talk this over
when Benji gets home, huh?
Come back here, Waheed.
Oh, what am I gonna
do with him for real?
With Waheed?
I don't know.
His new probation
guy's a piece of shit.
No, there's ways around
Jesus Nam, don't worry.
Really?
Honestly, Syl, fake gun?
Wait.
It's a fashion accessories
as far as Waheed's concerned.
But I had a chat to
him, I think he gets it.
That's good.
Good, oh, yeah, go ahead.
He can't go back to juvie,
Syl, he can't go back to juvie.
He just started sleeping.
I don't even know if
he's taking his pills
- Sue.
- He says he is.
Sue, Sue, he's not
going back to juvie.
I said I'd watch out for him.
Besides, look at this place.
Finally out the flats.
Things are looking up, huh?
I know, right?
It's nice not to hear the
neighbours go at it again.
Now I have time, Benji's
letting me decorate.
[Syl] Why have you got time?
I left the factory.
Benji asked us to move
in so I could quit my job
and let my knee
heal up, you know?
[phone vibrating]
Hey, you know
when you're on duty,
you're not supposed
to take calls.
Oh, it's the coach.
Catherine Jones, you're
Kit Jones from "The Roos!"
Oh, Nura loves you.
You have to meet my daughter.
Answer your call,
answer your call.
She's not supposed to take
calls when she's on duty.
Shut up, Syl.
- Just, just gimme a second.
- Oh, you didn't tell me.
I know, she's a
bit funny about it.
Why is she a cop?
- Doesn't pay very well.
- Uh, hey, Coach.
Yeah, I'm just at work.
No, it's okay, what's up?
My emails?
But the tribunal
isn't till tomorrow.
Yeah, yeah, I'm
just checking now.
[Coach] But the
president's just gone
into an emergency board meeting.
They're not sure you're
gonna be playing the rest
of the season because
they think that
They said I had
their full support.
[Coach] Cops aren't
super popular right now
and the op-eds,
they've been brutal.
I sent you the draught
statement they wrote you.
[Kit] "Full responsibility,"
"Savage attack,"
"No place in football."
[Coach] She's still
in hospital, you could
But that's how
the president played
and that's how he
told me to play.
[Coach] It's okay, Kit.
Like you said,
the tribunal isn't
until tomorrow
morning and we'll
I've gotta go, I'm at work.
[blinds clatter]
[distant dog barking]
[birds chirping]
[door knocking]
Nura?
My name's Kit Jones,
can I come in?
I heard you were a big Roos fan.
Hey, me and Nura, we're just
watching your, uh, greatest
hits from last season.
[sports game muffling]
I reckon mine made
top three by the way.
Yeah, your brother went down
like the big old sac of spuds.
Yeah, I did.
Oh, I like what you've done
with the room, looks deadly.
[Sports Announcer]
In the middle of the
[laptop shuts]
Yo!
What'd I tell you about
slamming my stuff, man?
Why'd you hit that Dog?
In trouble.
Shut up, you spud.
Okay, I didn't
deliberately hit her.
I was just a bit late and, uh,
and my brother, he taught
me how to play hard footy.
Hard footy?
That wasn't hard footy.
She was off the
ball, it was dirty.
Yeah, well she
was deliberately
hitting my girls
late all day and she
[Kit sighs]
Brutal, huh?
Cleaned up by a 10-year-old.
Oh, I should've arrested you.
[Kit sighs]
What about you, Nura?
You play footy?
Yeah, I thought so.
You know, my room
used to look exactly
like this when I was your age.
But all my posters were boys.
[Nura And Waheed] Gross.
You know, they only give these
to the best players
in the force.
Pretty cool, huh?
Probationary Constable Jones.
Oh my god, Syl,
can you just cool it
with the cop voice
for one night, man?
Oh mate, I'll
just ask your mum
to make you a nice hot
cup of cement shall I?
Time to go, probie.
Do you wanna look
after it for me?
You can wear it when
you watch me play.
[Kit sighs]
[door shuts]
[soft music]
[car door clattering]
What is wrong with your face?
That sucked, Nura hates me.
Do you want a cup
of Sue's cement too?
You don't get it.
Girls like her haven't
seen them self play footy.
I have to be a good role model.
I didn't getta fuck-up.
What, police aren't
good role models?
Waheed didn't think so.
This isn't even
a proper cop car.
Oh, come on, mate,
policing's not about you.
It's about that
never-ending plate
of people just
looking for a hand.
Waheed didn't need a hand.
Oh, yes he did.
If anyone else
had picked him up,
he'd be back at
the watch already,
wondering how to tie another
noose with his bedsheets.
For real?
Yeah, luckily for him, he'd
never make it as a sailor.
Oof, that's a bit dark.
Well, you learn to
laugh or cry about it.
He's had it tough,
the whole family have.
But today no one died
and that's what we call
a complete success.
[knuckles knocking]
Christ Crooked Cop.
Sue, you nearly
made me shit myself.
He's gone, Syl,
Waheed's run off.
[Syl] He's what?
- Waheed ran off.
- He's what?
Come on.
- Syl,
you have to go get him, please.
- I want to, I do.
- Please.
But it's clocking off time.
- I need to go home.
- He took the rent money.
Please, Syl, please, I need
that money back, please.
I need that money.
Syl, I need you to get him.
All right, yeah,
all right, we'll go.
We'll get him, we'll get him.
Don't worry about it.
[Waheed] You shouldn't
have come here.
[ominous music]
You should have gone home!
Mate, what happened?
He was gonna shoot
me, he pulled out a gun.
Then it was self-defense.
[Kit] Syl.
No, no, no, no, he was
gonna shoot me, mate.
Mate, look at me,
I promised your mum
I was gonna help you, yeah?
Help?
Syl, when have
you ever helped me?
I've really gotta
stop doing this.
[upbeat muffled music]
Over time's a last resort.
You burn out even
faster than usual.
Just keep heading south
[music drowns out words]
Once I relocate,
renovate, matter great
Polished floors to
the back, wall paper
Wipe that slate clean
Chalk it up to
experience like a team
With the first flip
[lyrics indistinct]
Bribes in cricket
Struck a match to a
fix and I flick it
Here I am back
again ready to run
Won't stop till the
track down to rubble
I lend a hand if you stumble
But I'm a thorn in the side
If it goes, I'm in trouble
Down here, elevate,
giving it a whirl
Not thinking that the
world revolves around you
Close your eyes,
feel the big pound
Forget the bullshit
that surrounds ya
Question though,
who pays rent in cash?
People with Sue's history
are just more used to cash.
That's probably all she had too.
You saw how upset she was.
Lucky we're doing
overtime then.
Well, he could be anywhere.
I've only known the kid a few
hours and he's loose as hell.
Likeable though, right?
Gets me every time.
Yeah, but how do we find him?
Well, Nam volunteers at
the Fitzroy Refugee Centre.
So he won't be visiting
clients for another hour.
So we are going
straight to the fountain
of a young man's thinking.
Is this your spidery
sense thing again?
[Syl] No, no.
You're stalking his Instagram?
No, not his, his girlfriend.
Tina Bahari, she's a
funny little fucker.
And it looks like she works
at a joint off Melrose.
You think Waheed's
going there?
Or maybe Tina knows
where he is going.
There's a catch, #ACAB.
#BLM.
You know it's All
Cops Are Bastards, yeah?
We always shine
Oh
[smooth upbeat music]
Oh, oh, oh
Don't you know the
stars will always shine
Oh, oh, oh
Who you calling?
You're calling
Jenny Two Shoes.
I'm what?
You sound like
a police manual.
I need you to practise
sounding like a human being.
So keep it short and
find common ground.
Common ground?
I've never met her.
She's a hardworking
community-minded arse kicker
and she knows me.
So start there and,
you know, be nice.
[phone tone ringing]
- What?
[Jenny] Connor, I'm busy.
What do you want?
Hello, Miss Jenny,
my name is Constable
[phone clicks]
[Syl laughing]
Is this some kind of tradition?
Because it feels
more like hazing.
Oh, sorry.
[phone tone ringing]
[Jenny] I don't have
time for your games, Syl.
I'm baking cookies
for our understate
and Andilly is
running a fever, what?
Sorry, Jen, I'm with a rookie
and she's as green
as a seasick Irish.
[Jenny] All right and now
you say "speaking of green",
blah blah blah, marijuana",
all right, just
get to the point.
Waheed Karam, we're wondering
if maybe you've
seen him tonight.
[Jenny] Are you,
are you looking
for Suha's boy?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
we're not 'looking' for him.
We're just looking
for him, he ran off.
[Jenny] How's Suha?
Not great, he took
the rent money with him.
[Jenny] All right,
give me half an hour.
Ianda, get your finger out of
the icing or so help me God
Thanks Jen, really appre
[phone clicks]
[light upbeat music]
Oh we best be cautious
Connor?
Jones?
What?
You got a pipes problem,
you call a plumber.
We had a weed problem.
You called a drug dealer.
Yeah, blew my mind the first
time I saw my Senior do it.
But Jenny's a bit
of a local legend.
The kids all know
where they can get food
if shit goes bad at home.
I don't get it, why
is she helping us?
Yeah, she's not helping
us, she's helping me
'cause I don't arrest Andilly
for doing the same sort
of dumb stuff Waheed used to do.
Unlike you, she knows
that I can help people.
I can help people, I'm
good at helping people.
Syl, I can help people.
Hell fucking no.
You can't expect me to believe
cops are gonna help Waheed.
Now you're scaring
the customers.
So get some food or get
the fuck out, you fascist.
Fascist?
Mate, First Nations.
If anyone here knows how
bad cops are, it's me.
But that's not the point.
No, and the point is
you're so different?
Like you wouldn't, I don't
know, chase after a brown kid
who was just hanging
out with his girlfriend?
ACAB, am I right, Tina?
Could I have a bag of these
superb-looking bhaji, please?
Sure.
[soft music muffling]
It's eye for an eye
People fighting
on the streets
Look, if you could just
tell me where Waheed is
And if I can just smile
and do whatever you say,
it'll all be all right.
How do you feel being a traitor?
You think you know me.
Fine, I've seen your
private school uniform,
your violin, and now
you're working late.
Let me guess,
you're up until two
and you wake up at four just
to get all your
homework done, huh?
Yeah, how am I doing?
That's what I thought.
Put it all aside with you
For me, it's footy, force,
media training and
second-year law.
Second-year law?
Yes, second-year
law, dickhead.
Do you have to
work twice as hard
as anyone else to prove
you're just as good?
I show up to school,
training, and work an hour early
and I leave an hour
late every day.
And do they only notice
when you do something wrong?
And when I whoop
every one of them.
[Tina chuckles]
Then how did you still end up
wearing that?
Miss you like a bass line
[traffic rustling]
She got you real good, huh?
She was never gonna help me.
In 20 years on the beat,
I've never seen anyone
In 20 years, this
uniform has never
made you feel like a traitor.
Right, and is this about
[phone vibrating]
Tina or are about that call
you got from your coach?
[Kit sighs]
Blokes do shit
tackles all the time
and people love them for it.
I misjudged one tackle and my
whole season's on the line.
And do you think
they caught this shit
from their so-called fans?
What's it say?
With words?
Nothing.
Oh, oh God, why?
Because people suck, Syl.
And men suck, and boys.
I even cop this
shit from Roos fans.
What the fuck?
[bag crinkling]
Look, your cop abuse
from the people you
play your guts out for,
you might just be cut
out to be a copper.
Now we got nothing
from the girlfriend.
Weed's unlikely with
Nam on his case.
So what's the play?
I don't know, the
imitation firearm?
[bag slaps]
Half an hour of
overtime already, shit.
Find Bizzie on that.
Also, it's "fake shooter."
Only narcs and accountants
say "imitation firearm."
Well, is Bizzie
a local gun runner?
Is Bizzie a gun runner?
Oh my god, don't tell my mum
you're friends with
all these crooks.
She says she already
can't tell the difference
between the two of you.
The worst thing about modern
cops is that in three years,
they get promoted off
the street or they quit.
How's a beat cop supposed
to get anything done
if they don't know
anyone on the beat?
I don't know.
Anyone ask Szabo?
[phone tone ringing]
Hey, easy, tiger,
Szabo's one of us.
Yeah.
[Bizzie] Connor,
you dumb bastard.
I just woke up.
How are ya, darl, you good?
I am indeed, Biz, and
I've got a present for you.
Meet the new Connie,
Catherine Jones
of the North Melbourne Roos.
Hi, Bizzie, nice to meet you.
[Bizzie] Who's that then?
I barely know the
girls on me own team.
Oh, don't you read
the papers anymore, Biz?
That Bulldogs hit.
[Bizzie] Holy shit, the
bird who decapitated that dog?
Ya fucking legend.
I'll be watching more women's
footy you keep that up.
Yeah, thanks, Bizzie.
Hey Biz, quick question,
you know Sue Haddad?
[Bizzie] Aha, what's
Waheed done now?
Yeah, nothing
yet, but you didn't
by any chance sell him a
replica Beretta M983, did you?
For purely educational
purposes, of course.
[Bizzie coughing]
[Bizzie] Yeah, he, he came
around a month or two ago
and picked up one of those
shiny little things, allegedly.
You know how the kids are
with the bling bling,
like bloody magpies.
That's really bad,
you shouldn't do that.
Et cetera, et cetera.
Listen, he hasn't been
by yours tonight, has he?
[Bizzie] I hope not,
darl, I'm up on the Goldie.
Me niece got sick again.
Don't tell me you're a
bloody Suns fan now, Biz.
[Bizzie] Oh, Jesus,
don't do that to me.
Good on, Biz.
[Bizzie coughs sickly]
Merry Christmas,
c'mon the Roo girls.
[Bizzie] Hey, carn the pies.
[Bizzie coughing violently]
Anyone else we should call
that you should have arrested?
Outside of the local
organised shipment,
she's the only place Waheed
could've got a fake
shooter like that.
[Kit] So what about
the organised mob?
They all ride a bit white
and fascist for Waheed.
Not even he's that dumb.
[phone ringing]
- It's Jenny.
Put it on speaker.
I'm trying to,
but I'm so great
- Answer it.
- I'm trying!
Hi Jenny, yeah, it's
Probationary Officer,
yeah, yeah, yeah I will.
Oh and good luck with the
[Syl] What'd she say?
Whose Jocko?
[electronic a version
of "Jingle Bells"]
[phone vibrating]
[Syl] He's gonna
get on your nerves,
so I need you to
be cool, all right?
I'm fine.
I'm a little nervous
but I'm fine.
Nervous is fine, it's
angry that worries me.
Jocko is an A-grade, prime-cut,
single-origin shitmn.
Are you saying "shit man?"
No, no, shitmn.
Shitmen.
- Shitmn.
- Shitmen.
- Shitmn-nuh.
- Shitman-nuh.
- Shitmn.
- Shitmen.
- Shitmn.
- Shitmn!
Exactly, the
sort of slimy prick
who sells the shit test weed
at the highest prices
to the youngest kids.
That's a shitmn.
Gotcha, I grew up with a
couple of shitmn back home.
Cams on?
No, no, no, no, no, this
is gonna be a wee chat.
So be cool, follow my lead.
I know how you can get
with people you don't like.
We also have the replays.
[Intense electronic a
version of "Jingle Bells"]
Fucking shitmn.
What?
Fuck.
[music drowns out Syl]
[music drowns out Kit]
[electronic a version of "Jingle
Bells" continues thumping]
[song fades out]
[Another thumping electronic
Christmas song starts]
[music volume lowering]
[static buzzing]
[can clattering]
- Oi!
Turn me tunes back
on, it's Christmas!
Emma, what have I told
you about smashing my-shit.
Oh, it's my
fucking stereo, you
Oh, calm down, ya old mole.
Sylvester Connor, you
cheeky fucking cunt,
how the bloody hell are ya?
Not bad, mate, you?
Same old shit.
Well, hello.
Fuck, I do like a
chick in uniform.
[balloon blowing]
[electronic music muffling]
Oh, [laughing]
ah, a cheeky cunt.
Ah, you're a spicy one, hello.
Jocko, meet Probationary
Constable Catherine Jones,
of the North Melbourne
Roos football team.
Football?
What the fuck do I
know about sport?
Seriously?
You didn't catch the
Decap Latte on the telly?
Oh yeah, hey, can
I get an expresso?
"Expresso," it's
espresso, ya...
Oh, have another
nang, ya dirty mole.
No way to treat a guest.
Don't you worry, babe,
I give all my guests
a full service.
Listen, mate,
we heard you might
have seen Waheed Karam tonight.
Who?
Mate, it's Waheed, Sue's boy?
Uh, I love Waheed.
He's so cute, yeah,
he was uh, he was
Yeah, Waheed.
The psychotic little
prick, what's he up to?
That's what we wanna know.
Yeah, look, he was, he
was here a couple weeks ago
looking for bulk weed.
Told him I couldn't help him.
Bulk weed?
Fuck.
Yeah, and I mean, proper bulk.
And unless he's planning to
stay high until next Christmas,
I'd say he's back in business.
But I don't fuck with
drugs anymore, so.
[Emma inhaling]
No, I mean I don't
sell that shit anymore.
I got pushed out, didn't I?
I'm legit, eBay entrepreneur.
Speaking of which,
how's about some signed merch?
Excuse me?
Well, if you've been on telly,
it could be extra
coin in my pocket.
Ah, you got pockets in those?
- Deal.
- What?
It's all right,
she'll play ball.
Oh, good idea, Syl,
Guernsey and a ball.
Syl.
Come on, Jocko, we're mates.
Yeah, all right,
just a Guernsey,
but only 'cause you're a mate.
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck is
this Queensland shit?
I told you I grew
up with guys like him.
I know what I'm doing.
Oh, at least I thought I did
until we started
bribing the dickhead.
The dickhead knows something.
So it's either this or you
beat it out of him, up to you.
Fine, but if this
shitmn so much
Hey, are you the red blacks
or the blue and whites?
They all look the
fucking same to me.
[electronic a version of "We
Wish You A Merry Christmas"]
Put, "To my biggest fan, Bobo."
He loves the chick's footy,
I reckon it gets him hard.
B-O-B-O
Yeah, I got that.
Yeah, you sure
you're not a doctor?
Jocko, your turn, yeah?
[sighs] Yeah, righto, look,
get on Chatter and type
in, "Duck Duck God."
He knows everybody.
Duck Duck God?
It's the internet,
cunts call themselves
all sorts of shit.
That's it, that's
what you've got?
Mate,
your partner could
give me the longest,
wettest, sloppiest blow job,
and I'd still be
drawing a blank.
Let her try though.
[soft tense tone]
[Jocko grunts]
[Jocko chuckles]
Bit of a handful, huh?
Merry Christmas, Jock.
And ho fucking ho
to you too, mate.
["We Wish You A Merry
Christmas" electronic a blasting]
I'll see you, Waheed.
["We Wish You A Merry
Christmas" electronic a muffling]
[distant dog barking]
We need to talk about that.
Hold on.
I can't believe my
mum was actually right.
Just hold on for a second.
Fitzroy 203, Annie,
are you okay?
Are you okay, Annie?
[Officer] Sylly boy!
Did you find my little
Chrissy present?
[Syl] Szabs, what present?
[Officer] It's
in the glove box.
I knew what to get you as soon
as the shots came
out last night.
I don't know how you're doing
overtime after that, mate.
Just another
Christmas rush, mate.
Speaking of, I've got
you a little present.
[Officer] Oh,
you shouldn't have,
Sylly, what'd you get me?
Noise complaint
over at Jocko's.
[Officer] No shit.
Yeah, mate, something about
a schoolgirl and drugs and,
well, apparently, the
front door's wide open.
[Officer] Oh,
I'm touched, mate.
It's a Christmas
miracle, mate.
We need to calm down.
- No,
we need to talk about that.
An open door's implied consent
to investigate, yeah?
- Oh, fuck off.
Do you wanna let Jocko off?
Of course not.
Well, if we arrest him now,
we're stuck doing corro for
the next couple of hours.
If Szabo shows up for
a noise complaint,
Szabo.
Szabo is the problem.
Well, there's no one else.
[door handle clicks]
Open the door.
He's gonna go in there and
kick the shit out of him.
Yeah, well Szabo
stopped people
from kicking the shit out of me
on more than one occasion.
And he's probably gonna
enjoy it too, and what?
That sits okay with you?
Twelve weeks at the academy
and you think you know better
I don't need the
academy to know
we're better off
without cops like Szabo.
Stop, stop it, all right?
No one hates a bad cop
more than a good cop does.
But look, Jenny.
Jenny needs money
for her kids' physio.
Bizzie needs a surgery
date for cancer.
Waheed desperately
needs a psychiatrist.
But instead, they get us, cops.
We're not qualified for it.
But we do show up.
Yeah, we show
up to help people.
That's the difference
between us and Szabo.
Maybe.
Someone has to show up
to keep that plate clean
or they don't get anyone.
We all have to decide how
filthy we get in the process.
Now do you wanna
help Waheed or not?
[soft ominous music]
[sombre music]
He didn't mean it.
No, fuck you, Syl,
you don't know shit.
You don't know shit about me
- Mate, I've tried.
- Or us or anybody.
I've tried to help
you and your mum.
Oh bullshit, you're
a fucking liar.
You can't help me.
Yes we can.
Can't we, Syl?
Mate.
Your mum needed surgery, we
made sure she got there, yeah?
When you got out of
the lockup both times,
who drove you home?
I didn't mean it, Syl.
We know, we know, mate.
[Child] Dad, can
I come out now?
[chilling music]
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, Nam,
so wait, so what
you're telling me
is you weren't gonna
do a random check?
And now that I've asked if
you're going to, you're going to?
Well, because he's helping us
with an ongoing investigation.
Can you at least tell me
what time you think
you'll get there?
11:30, yeah, if he's
not back by then,
you can do whatever you want.
Yeah, thanks, I'll owe you one.
Yeah, another one.
Yeah, thanks, you're the best.
Fuck, he's the worst.
So Nam wasn't gonna
do a random check-in?
No, but I just
had to check and see
if he was and now he is.
So I fucked us.
That's all right,
Senior, I'm used to it.
Should have known, Nam's
too bloody good to lie.
I hate that guy, why
is it so hot in here?
[Kit] So we've
got half an hour
to find Waheed and get him home.
And we've not had
the overtime approved.
Well, lucky for us,
you probably have the CEO
of Chatter on speed dial.
Broken, of course it is.
Of course the air con is broken.
What are you talking about?
For Duck Duck God, you idiot.
Come on Senior, keep up.
- Right, right, right,
no, no, we'll need,
we'll need a warrant
before IT can get
near anything useful.
So what's plan B?
Plan B, without Waheed's
log in, there is no plan B.
We've got no why and no where.
Plan C?
Is always the same,
we go back to the watch,
write up the corro and leave it
on the plate for the next shift.
Without his phone
or a tablet or
His laptop!
Nura was watching footy
on Waheed's laptop.
I don't know, probably
without his consent
Are you serious?
The laptop is the
key to finding him.
I'm just fucking with
you, that's a great idea.
[Kit chuckles]
To the wank den.
[soft uplifting music]
I'll do the talking and,
you know Sue doesn't
care what you look like.
It's Suha.
Oh, look at you,
making friends.
Suha doesn't care either.
It's not her
I'm worried about.
[door knocking]
[door clattering]
Nura, aw, looks deadly on you.
Hey, you okay?
What's wrong?
- Nura?
Hey, go back to bed.
Come on, I'll tuck
you in in a minute.
Evening, officers.
Is this, uh, about Waheed?
Uh, evening, sir, my
name is Constable Jones
and this is Leading
Senior Constable Connor.
Is everything okay?
Uh, yeah, sorry, there's
just, there's a lot going on.
Yeah, Sue's really upset
about Waheed, we all are.
And losing that rent money.
Of course, we're
actually hoping
we could borrow Waheed's
laptop to try and
Sorry, your name was?
Uh, sorry, Officer, Benji,
Sue's new partner in crime.
Jokes.
Good evening, Benji.
If you could just net
back there and tell Sue
that Syl would
like a quick word.
Uh, yeah, look, that,
that might be a bit tough.
Poor thing was in
a bit of a state
and I gave her some Xanax
and a glass of wine.
Did you now?
Sir, we'd like
to speak to Suha.
Well, like I just told you,
she's asleep and she'll
be out for hours.
Are you sure it was
just a Xanax you gave her?
Yeah, it was.
Now look, do you, do
you know where he is?
Are you gonna fuck
off and do your job?
Okay, okay, okay,
okay, sorry, Benji.
It's been a long day, yeah?
Let's just start over.
It's just that we spoke to
a bloke that Sue might know,
Jocko, Jocko from the flats.
We're worried that Waheed's
in a bit more trouble
than we thought.
Look, I don't know
anyone named Jocko.
And if you two can't tell me
[Sue] Syl?
It's all right babe,
you go back to bed
and I'll take care
of it, you hear me?
The officers were just
gonna look for your boy,
and our money, weren't ya?
Sir, we really prefer to speak
to Waheed's mother,
if you don't mind.
Look, I'm trying
to be helpful here.
What happened to your hand?
Are you accusing
me of something?
[Sue] Syl?
Oh, good day, Sue,
sorry to wake you.
Did she say
Waheed's in trouble?
Are you all
right, Miss Haddad?
[Sue] Did you say Waheed
was, was with Jocko?
Not as bad as it sounds,
Jocko mentioned something
[sue groaning]
Are you okay?
That you might be
able to help us with
[Sue grunts]
She's fine, she just gets
[Sue wailing]
a bit upset after a Xano-Grigio.
Oh, with all due
respect, Benji,
I was talking to Miss Haddad.
- Constable Jones?
- Excuse me?
You can talk to me, Suha.
Kit.
If something's going on, then
Don't fucking "Suha"
me, I don't know you!
What the fuck are
you doing here?
Where's my son,
you stupid bitch?
- Hey-
- Where's my son?
Where's my son,
you stupid bitch?
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- What the fuck are
you doing here?
- It's all right.
- We're leaving,
we're leaving
Get the fuck outta my house,
you fucking joke!
[Syl indistinct]
- Syl, what are you doing?
- No trouble here, no trouble.
Probationary
Constable, car, now.
My apologies, it's
her first night.
Someone will be in
touch about Waheed soon.
Just have a good evening.
[door clatters]
I've seen cops do
some cowardly shit,
but I have never ever
seen one back down
from a man beating a woman.
[Syl] We don't know that.
Bullshit, fucking bullshit!
Nura's in there.
- Get back in the car.
- Don't you ever,
ever touch me again,
do you hear me?
Please just get
back in the car.
Do you hear me?
Please get back in the car.
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
Jesus, Syl, this
better be good.
I wanna beat the
out of him too, I do.
But we can't do that.
But we can arrest him.
And then what?
He goes to jail.
And then what happens to
Sue and Nura and Waheed?
They stop getting
beaten up, what the fuck?
He got Sue to quit her job.
So?
So it's a trap, Kit.
If she leaves, she's
out in the street
with two kids, no
money, no income,
and Waheed's probation
requires stable accommodation.
So it's not a fucking
choice for her.
You don't know that.
Well, 20 years of fucking
experience says I do.
Well, then what's the point
of us if we can't help her?
Help her?
You know the first
time I helped her,
she was younger than Waheed is?
I arrested her old
man for belting her.
Good.
Yeah, great, fantastic
work, Syl, pat on the back.
Family court let him go,
they said it was cultural.
Cultural?
So I helped get her
into a resicare unit.
She was kicked out for accusing
a staff member of rape.
Of course they blamed her.
She got picked up a couple
of weeks later
for dealing speed.
Said the watch cells were nicer
than the hotel she'd
been given a voucher for.
And this new guy paid her bail.
This guy that we
sent her home with
shattered her knee
with a cricket bat.
- Shit.
- She's cracked her skull
trying to escape
down the stairs.
I helped her with the whole
legal shit storm that followed,
drove her to the doctor,
to her court appointments,
lent her money for
food and clothes
just so we could nail
that fucker to the wall.
And I had him.
I fucking had him, Kit.
Until Sue recanted on the
stand, said I coerced her.
What?
[Syl] It almost
cost me the job.
I don't get it.
She didn't have a job.
She didn't have money and...
She was pregnant.
[soft piano music]
Yeah, but, we can't leave
her and Nura in there.
I mean, how could
we live with that?
We don't have a choice either.
This isn't about what
we can live with.
If we arrest him, the
courts will send him home
in a few days, but they'll
send him home mad, yeah?
Do you know what pricks like
that do when they're mad?
And in a few days, you
know who gets the call?
We get the fucking call.
And we'll show up, us with
our shiny fucking badges,
and we'll fucking help.
Help.
Fuck!
[soft piano music]
Syl?
Syl, are you okay, do you...
Syl?
[door slams]
[soft piano music]
[bin clattering]
[Syl grunting] [soft piano]
[window knocking]
Holy shit.
Nura, does you mum
know you're out?
I don't think you, is
that Waheed's laptop?
You said you needed
it to find him.
[soft music]
[bin clattering]
You know, you were
right about that tackle.
It was late and I
hit her really high.
I just get so angry when...
But that's no excuse and
I have to make up for it.
[soft piano]
You're a hero, Nura.
Do you know the password?
Waheed lets me use his
laptop to watch footy when
Mum and Benji are fighting.
We're gonna use this
to find your brother.
And next season, no
more dirty footy.
Deal?
[shoes clattering]
[keypad clacking]
[Syl sighs]
Too bloody hot.
You smell like shit.
Absolute gold plated
champion that Nura is.
Mm-hm, I think I love her.
Well, don't get too attached
or you'll end up doing
something stupid.
What was the password?
SexGod69, exclamation mark.
I love that kid.
So what have you got for me?
Hold your horses.
I thought you were
good with all the
Would you give me a second?
We're on the clock
here, probie, I mean
Yeah, he set a Find My
Phone, but it's turned off.
So I'm just logging
into Chatter now.
What did you do?
Fuckety.
Did you say "Fuckety?"
[sighs] It's a
different password.
Oh, "Thabo," you
"thexy" son of a bitch.
He's signed into Facebook,
Instagram, and
WhatsApp and, uh, huh,
guess who's been trying to get
in contact with him all night?
Mm, young love.
So many ways to say
nothing to one another.
- So what's the play?
- Well,
luckily for you, I have a plan.
It may not be a great plan,
and it may not even
be a good plan,
but it's a dinner plan, so.
You can't come in
here and harass me
in my mum and dad's shop.
Tina, we're just here
to pick up dinner, okay?
Chillax.
- Chillax?
- Chillax?
Two thalis and a papdi
chaat for for Connor.
And that's to eat in, please.
You wonder why
people don't like you.
Can I get a mango
lassi while I wait?
Mango lassi?
Mango lassi, mango lassi?
Two mango lassis, please, ACAB.
[Tina sighs]
I don't know, I don't think
your lucky Irish charm's
gonna work on her.
Is this even liquid?
First of all, I'm
Scottish, hello.
Second of all, yes, just
back up everything I say
and we'll get what we need.
And finally, yeah, sort of.
I don't even know
she knows the password.
You can't just convince
that we're not the enemy.
Sort of?
[food slams]
You're sort of not the enemy?
Actually, all I meant was
that Lassie is sort of a liquid,
but we're not all perfect.
And now it's not all cops?
I think what he's trying to
say is that you're not perfect
because you misheard what the
"sort of" was in reference to.
And now my POC sister's
trying to educate me?
Tina, just relax, we
are the good guys, yeah?
Kit.
I will let it go
[soft rock muffling]
Nothing?
You know, I got
this running away
from a cop when I was 12.
Well that was up north,
it's different down here.
It's all cops are bastards.
Oh, what?
So some cops are bastards,
so now all cops are bastards?
Isn't that kind of racist or?
Syl, I think I hear someone
calling you on the car radio.
What are you talking about?
It's an unmarked car,
the call us on these.
[Tina] Did you study
to get this stupid?
Read the room.
When you walk
Do you know the reason
[muffling drowns out lyrics]
[door clatters]
[door slams]
I'm so bored
You remember when they found
that little blonde
girl last year?
The one in the basement?
Yeah, how good was that?
How fucking good was that?
For three weeks, the cops
threw everything they had
into finding her and bringing
her back to her family.
Don't tell me you weren't
happy when they found her.
Do you know how many
brown kids go missing?
And they don't get half of the
media coverage or resources.
Exactly, they get a
couple of shares on socials
and a GoFundMe for their
funeral if they're lucky.
Waheed's not gonna have the
full power of the Blue Army,
but he's got me and
that dickhead out there.
And you, that's it.
[soft rock music muffling]
I don't know where he is.
I've been trying to call him
since you chased him off.
I know, but do you
know the password
to his Chatter account?
How do you know
about his Chatter?
Nura gave us his laptop.
You seen Nura, are
her and Suha okay?
No, not really.
Has Waheed said anything
about Benji doing?
Waheed's trying to save up
to get him and
Nura out of there.
That's why he's dealing again.
That's why he took the money.
What money?
Suha said that Waheed ran
off with the rent money.
[Tina laughs]
You don't pay rent in cash.
That's Benji's drug money.
What drugs?
Waheed said he found an
ice pipe in their bedroom.
And he's not going
through that again
with one of Suha's boyfriends.
Shit, Syl's gonna hate this.
[Syl] Hey, Kit,
did you tell her
you were gonna beat up Benji?
Hey Senior, please
fuck off, over and out.
If you know the password,
you need to help us.
Fine, but just so you
know, I'm helping you.
Constable Dickhead's on his own.
Leading Senior
Constable Dickhead.
Mm.
Mm.
Jesus, kid, your sister
is some kind of magician.
That's nothing, you
should try Ma's vada.
[Syl] Mm, stop it.
Sorry, Tina, we're
in a bit of a rush.
Waheed's parole officer,
he's on his way over.
Parole officer, no, Waheed's
not going back to juvie.
Yeah, we're doing
everything we can
to stop it, yeah?
- No, you're not fucking
listening, he's not
going back, full stop.
You've known him
for ages, right?
Well, he stopped
seeing his counsellor
and I'm pretty sure he's
stopped taking his meds.
Shit.
He wouldn't, would he?
Oh, we're in!
You're the best.
[Syl] What was the password?
To'oburnee.
Oh, you're
shitting me, come on.
Here's my number
if you need anything.
Who's Bernie?
Not Bernie, To'oburnee.
It's what he calls Nura.
Means "you kill me."
It means "you bury me."
It's what you say
when you love someone
so much, you hope you die first
'cause you can't bear
to live without them.
[Child] Dad, I'm scared.
I'm coming, sweetie,
just stay there, just
No, no, no, don't
move, don't move.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Waheed, point that away.
She's just gonna
check on the girl.
She's gonna check on the girl.
- I didn't hear the kid, mate.
- Let me go to her, Waheed.
- No, no, no,
I said don't move.
- Waheed.
Waheed, Waheed.
I was trying to
help Nura, man.
[Syl] I know.
I was just trying
to get her out.
This wasn't supposed
to happen, Syl!
I know, mate, you need
to just put the gun
down for me, okay?
[light spiralling music]
[chilling music]
[Kit] This fucking guy.
Who? Waheed?
No, Duck Duck God.
His profile picture is
a roided up kangaroo
holding a bloody magpie's head.
Oh, Duck God.
He's that kind of Roos fan.
Okay, so Waheed hasn't
been in touch for a week
and it's all in code,
but I'm pretty sure
he went there to buy ice.
No, no, no.
If it's all in code,
it could say anything.
"Jocko told me you might know
"where a guy could
buy a slab of 'coke'"
"and a couple of bags
of 'ice' to go with it."
Did he really use
quotation marks?
Yeah, he did.
The little dickhead
is buying ice.
Okay, so the address is
belonging to a Allan Porter.
Aw, shit, he's a prosecutor
at Mounsey Lanes Associates.
That's bad, right?
What was it you said before?
- Fuckety?
- That's it.
But, we've got all
this, can't we just take
No, no, no, no, my guess
is that Allan has stayed
on the right side of
plausible deniability here.
When it comes to law and order,
lawyers aren't team players.
The team?
What are you talking about?
Well, don't leave me hanging.
Look, I know your footy career's
not going that well, but
[phone tone ringing]
Well, that's rude.
Hi, Coach, yeah, uh,
sorry about before.
Oh, shit, I didn't think
I was gonna be this late.
Um, I, I need to ask a favour.
Can you give me access
to the pedo files?
The what now?
Shh.
It's for a case.
Yeah, seriously.
Okay, well, what if
I text you a name?
Okay, then you can email
me everything you find?
Perfect.
Yeah, yeah, I'll do it.
I'll give the statement.
Okay, thanks, I'll fill you
in later, okay, bye, bye.
[Syl] Well?
You know that fan mail
I showed you earlier?
You should burn your phone.
Well, all the girls
get them and way worse.
And for the particularly vile
ones, we keep a spreadsheet
in case any of the
guys go too far.
And that's the pedo files?
You like that?
I like that [laughs],
I fucking like that.
I figured a bloke into hyper
masculine mascot imagery
Literally fits the profile.
He's sure to have
some strong opinions
about the women at his club.
Nice one, probie.
[light uplifting piano]
[bright music]
[muffled classical piano]
[Kit] Is it bad that I
want this man to suffer?
No, but be careful.
This isn't just our last
chance to find Waheed.
This guy can ruin our careers.
So stay sharp, yeah?
Stick to the plan.
[door knocking]
Lawyers are slimy pricks.
Not all lawyers.
Yeah, I heard it.
[classical piano]
Oh, Officers.
Good evening, Mr. Porter,
Officers Connor and Jones.
We were wondering if we could
come in and have a wee chat.
Nothing too serious,
nothing to worry about.
Your foot is
trespassing, Officer.
Mr. Porter, we're wondering
if we could ask you a couple
of questions about,
uh, Duck Duck God.
[classical piano continuing]
What a view.
[classical piano muffling]
What a view.
You can look down in everyone
in the whole city from up here.
What is this, a one-bedder?
Prefurnished and all,
by the looks of things.
What's the square meter age,
what'd you pay, 800?
900, 950, a million?
I didn't ask.
Of course you
didn't, must be nice.
You know, I'd have
thought someone
in your line of work might
have something bigger,
but, oh, I bet it
still costs more
than my old place
by the airport, oh.
Oh, beautiful family
you've got, Mr. Porter.
Do you mind?
Ah, I've got four myself.
Thought we'd stop at three
Why did I invite you in?
Well, you didn't actually.
You just sort of
left the door open.
What do we call
that, Officer Jones?
Implied consent.
I know the law.
Good, good.
Then you'll also know
possession, trafficking
and supplying a minor.
Your point?
We're looking
for Waheed Karam.
17 years old, he's missing.
I don't know
anybody of that name.
Officer Jones?
[muffled classical piano]
[laptop clattering]
This is Waheed Karam's
Chatter account, Mr. Porter.
As you can see, he was
invited to this address
to buy crystal methamphetamine.
Is she serious?
Here, Waheed asks for bulk
quantities of top-shelf merch.
Not only do you agree to help,
but you suggest
that afterwards you,
"party like Ben
Cousins on Mad Monday."
Supplying a minor is 15 years.
[muffled classical piano]
[glass thuds]
[classical piano rising]
[champagne pouring]
Well, from what I can see,
there's no explicit mention
of anything illegal.
Just harmless banter.
Locker room talk.
Locker room talk?
The invite was
to this address.
It was, wasn't it, Officer...
Leading Senior
Constable Connor.
It was, Leading
Senior Constable Connor.
But you see, I'm not
some terrified junkie
that you can intimidate
into a confession,
especially on camera.
Now, I assume you don't
have his permission
to access any of
this information.
Well, that makes this, it
makes all of this inadmissible.
Not to mention grossly
unprofessional.
Enjoy moving back
to the airport.
And it looks like the AFLW's
diversity experiment
backfired. [Chuckles]
You know, now
that you mention it,
I think I forgot to
turn my camera on.
Kit?
Me too, rookie mistake.
This isn't the
nineties, I will have
I will personally rape your
neck stump, you filthy slut.
Excuse me?
"I will personally rape your
neck stump, you filthy slut."
Your words, Allan.
You DM'd that to a teammate
of mine last season.
This is preposterous.
"Shut your cock-sucking
lips, you dumb bitch."
You sent that to me,
I don't remember.
But you let us in to find
out what we had on you.
You couldn't resist.
You can't prove any of this.
You think we have to?
What do you reckon
your girls will say
when they find out what
their father's been sending
to female footy players?
[soft tense music]
Read this out loud.
Don't look at him.
[cork popping]
[Allan grunts]
Read it or it's online tomorrow.
He won't, he's
a fucking coward.
I, you can't.
"I should fuck her just to
teach her some on-ball skills."
Now, I want you
to read this one,
but change my name to
your eldest daughters.
What?
Isn't that how it
works for men like you?
You only get it when
it's your own family.
So change my name to
your eldest daughter's
This is intimidation
And read what
you wrote, read it.
[soft tense music]
"You shouldn't hit women
unless they're named,"
Josephine Porter.
"Then you can do," "you can...
"Then you can...
"Can," can what?
Can't finish it?
Just one message.
Can you imagine what getting
hundreds of those are like?
Your daughters probably can.
What?
Of course they can.
Boys learn it from men like you.
You're a footballer.
This is why women
shouldn't play football.
If you can't take
a little bit of
Say "banter," I
fucking dare you.
[soft tense music]
Just hit him.
This is good.
Legally, he's gonna get
off no matter what we do.
So hit him.
Hard.
If I post any of this,
you'll lose it all,
the wife, the kids,
the job, everything.
[tense music rising]
I couldn't get quantities
of meth that he was after.
[Allan thuds]
[muffled classical piano]
So what did you do?
Introduced him to
an old client of mine.
Barney Schneider.
Sergeant in Arms
Barney Schneider?
Allegedly, that's
why he can never know
You sent a Middle Eastern
kid to a white supremacist
to force him-
He threatened me.
[Allan grunts]
[Allan grunting]
[fist smacking]
Syl, what are you doing?
He sent Waheed to die.
This wasn't the plan.
He's gonna get away with it.
It doesn't matter,
look what you're doing.
[ominous music]
Syl.
Syl, that wasn't the plan.
We're only meant to scare him.
He was resisting.
No, he wasn't.
Doesn't matter, this doesn't
go in the corro, right?
What do you mean it
doesn't go in the corro?
You've done this before.
You wanted to do the same.
Yeah, but I didn't,
Mum always says that
Your mum, your mum
is a shopkeeper, yeah?
Does she work 12-hour
days trying to help people
who hate her, who
try and kill her?
PTSD's not in her
job description.
She doesn't know how close
we are to cracking every day.
Have you ever been on the
other side of a cop cracking?
Oh, like Benji
was about to be.
Or that Dog you almost
killed on the field was?
That's right, you think you're
so much better than
Szabo and the rest of us.
But it's your first day,
your first fucking day.
You don't know
what this is like.
[fist smacks]
Feels pretty shit, right?
That feeling you've
got in your stomach,
knowing that I can do
whatever I want to you
and get away with it.
And there's not one thing
you can do about it.
[distant dog barking]
We still haven't done anything.
We're wasting time
playing tough guys and,
we should be out there
trying to find Waheed.
[distant dog barking]
[door clatters]
[distant motorbike rustling]
Oi.
Merry Christmas.
[both passersby laughing]
Listen, I didn't join the blue
to become the guy who
punches old perverts,
but I'm not Gandhi either.
Then who are you?
I'm just an idiot
from Motherwell,
came to Australia and got his
girlfriend pregnant, okay?
You joined the force
'cause you got your
girlfriend knocked up?
Yeah, my oldest
turns 18 next year.
19? 18.
And he doesn't punch
as hard as you.
Why'd you join up?
Hold your nose, keep
your head forward.
'Cause women's footy doesn't
[Syl snorts]
Don't be such a sook.
I barely broke the skin.
Clearly, I have thin skin.
[band aid taping]
Women's footy
doesn't pay shit.
And part of me wanted to change
the way my community
feels about cops.
Dad was so proud when I joined.
But Mum,
Mum and all the mob
have stories about cops
that make you sick
to your stomach.
Well, then it's good,
what you're doing.
You can help convince them
that we're on their side.
Why should they change?
I mean, look at us.
Look what we're doing.
[Kit sighs]
So what now?
What do we do about
finding Waheed?
He's cooked, forget shitmn
Barney Schneider is
a genuine bad guy.
So what's the play?
There is no play.
Not for a beat cop and
a day-one probie, no.
We go back to the
watch, we write this up,
or most of this up, Crime
Command takes it from there.
With any luck, they'll
let Waheed cut a deal
for a shortened sentence, but
So that's it?
Jesus, Syl, this fucking job.
[phone vibrating]
Your coach?
Blocked number.
Least it's not a dick pic.
Hello?
[Tina] Hey, it's
Tina, what the fuck
is going on with Waheed?
- Tina, hi, uh,
just, just hang on a second.
[Tina] Why the has some
guy got Waheed's phone?
I've been calling-
Who was it?
[Tina] How would I know?
I heard a lisp and hung up.
Where the fuck is Waheed?
- Okay, thanks, Tina.
Uh, we'll call you back.
[Tina indistinct]
We'll call you back, okay, bye.
Fitzroy 203, Szabo,
are you there?
[Szabo] Connor, you
diamond-crusted piece of shit.
Is that a compliment?
[Szabo] You're a
diamond-crusted shit, Syl.
Oh, good.
[Szabo] Your mate Jocko was
like a fucking
Costco of hot merch.
The footy gear?
[Szabo] Fuck that,
there was stolen laptops,
jewellery, and a gym
bag full of shooters.
We won't be seeing Jocko again
until the Saints win a flag.
Were the shooters
real or fake?
[Szabo] That the Kitty Cat?
Course, they're a real, babe,
why the fuck do you think
I gotta go, mate.
Is this what spidery
sense feels like?
It's spidey sense and
yes, absofuckinglutely.
Okay, so Waheed's fancy
new phone was at Jocko's.
Which means Waheed
was there tonight
and Jocko, the lying
piece of shit, was lying.
And people go to
Jocko's to buy things.
And Waheed went
there to buy something
for more than a month's rent.
So because we took
his fake shooter
Jocko sold him a real one
for the rent money
plus his phone.
But what for, why?
Waheed needs money, yeah?
To get him and Nura
away from Benji.
He knows he can't make
enough money selling weed.
So he's going to Barney for ice.
No, Barney's a
white supremacist
who'd rather kill
Waheed than help him
and Waheed knows that.
So why did he get a shooter?
Why tonight?
Fuck.
He's gonna rob Barney.
[soft tense music]
Waheed, don't do it.
Waheed, please, no.
[Syl] Please, Waheed,
mate, you don't want that.
I messed it up so
bad, Syl, this is
It's okay, we all do.
But let's just put our
guns away now, yeah?
Look, I'm putting my gun away.
[Kit] Syl?
Just keep your
gun down Constable.
Okay, I've gotta
go to the girl.
She needs someone, okay?
[gun clicks]
Okay, okay.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Everything's cool.
- Okay.
[Syl] Everything's
cool, everything's fine.
Nothing's gonna happen.
You said you wanted
to help me, Syl.
I do, we are, we're
trying to help you, mate.
[Child] Daddy?
Just stay in there sweetie.
Please, Waheed,
let me go to her.
- No, no.
- Please, mate,
there's got to be something
we can do to make this right.
Think of Nura.
Kit, don't.
What's that name
that you call her,
Tuh-burnay?
- Kit.
Tuh-tuh, tuh-bunay, tuh
How you know that?
Come on.
[soft music]
To'oburnee.
Yes, that's it.
It means, "You bury me," right?
Because you can't bear
to live without her?
Do you think that she
can live without you?
[Child] Dad?
Let me go to her, Waheed.
I killed her dad, man.
You didn't mean to,
it was an accident.
- No, no, I, I, no-
- You didn't mean
to hurt anyone.
- No, I didn't
just kill her dad, I
killed Barney Schneider.
[tense music rising]
- Syl?
[Waheed] It'll be
worse, it'll be worse.
She knows it'll be worse.
- No, you don't know that.
It will be better, we'll, we'll
get you into the psych ward.
It'll be different this time.
That's what you always say,
"It'll be different,"
but it never is.
Please mate, you don't
want to pull that trigger.
[tense music rising]
Waheed.
Waheed?
What's going on?
Do not get your gun out.
Senior?
Whatever happens, don't
get your gun out, Constable.
[soft chilling music]
Just stand down, Probie.
Get your gun out, Syl.
Go get your gun out, Syl.
- No.
- Yes, yes, take it out!
- No.
- Just take it out.
- No, I can't do that!
- Take it out, Syl!
- I can't!
I won't do that,
Waheed, I can't.
[soft chilling music]
[distant sirens wailing]
- Waheed.
- Syl?
It's okay, he's
not gonna shoot.
I'm not going back.
[Syl] Okay, but
don't make her do it.
Oh shit.
[Child] Dada?
Stay in your room, sweetie.
Just tell me what you
need and we can do it.
There's nothing
you can do for me.
You know how this shit works.
Don't, don't make her do it.
Tell Nura I'm sorry.
Please don't do it.
[soft chilling music]
[sirens howling]
No, no, I don't have a choice.
[gun fires]
[soft music]
[soft smooth music]
Oh
[smooth upbeat music]
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
I've been down so long
Oh
And the feeling's gone
Oh
This is all I know
Oh
I leave myself exposed
You said you always
had your reasons
You said nobody
knows the life
You said, you always
had your reasons
You said, nobody
knows the line
Going around, going around,
and round and round again
Going around, going around,
and round and round again
Oh, going around,
going around
Round and round again
Nobody knows the Line