Pacific Heat (2016) s01e07 Episode Script
A Troublesome Guest
- I thought we agreed on camo gear.
- I'm going out after this.
Okay, how we gonna do it? We can't afford to blast our way in.
Too many hostages.
- [Todd.]
Hey, guys.
We've got company.
- [Maddie.]
Leave it to me.
[clattering.]
[in mock Russian.]
What was that distracting noise? I don't know, but perhaps we should leave our posts to investigate.
[music.]
Two hostiles, four hostages.
No? The, er Four hostages, two hostiles.
- Er, are we getting warmer? - Two adults, two kids! - And how many hostages? - They are the hostages! - What about the hostiles? - Forget the hostiles.
- Are we getting warmer? - No! - Shh.
- Don't "Shh" me.
You're the ones who started talking.
Yeah, 'cause of your stupid finger signals.
- Don't call me stupid, Todd.
- What's a hostage, what's a hostile Shh! [door opening.]
[in mock Russian.]
There is no one here.
Come on, let's do this.
- Zac, stun grenade.
- Got it.
- One, two - No, no, we do it the other way.
- Three, two, one - [Todd.]
That's it.
Yep, uh, you did pull the pin out? [Zac groans.]
[grenade clatters.]
- Oh, it's okay, they did it for us.
- Run! [all shouting.]
[exploding.]
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[Sophie.]
This one needs to be signed here and here.
- [chief.]
What? - [Sophie.]
Oh, hang on.
No, no, no.
Chief, you need to print your name.
- [chief.]
What? - [Sophie.]
Print.
Then initial.
- That you've signed instead of printed.
- [chief.]
I'm lost.
- Could you just ring the bank? - You want me to ring them? - What? - Oh, just leave it with me, Chief.
- [chief.]
Yes, er [door closes.]
- I thought you were getting rid of Sophie.
Oh, it's, uh, complicated.
There's gotta be warnings.
- [Veronica.]
She's had 23.
- Yeah, well, there are rules.
- Hey, we break the rules.
- Not when it comes to HR.
Ooh, HR.
Gotta play that by the book.
- All right, down to business.
- [Todd.]
Who's our Chinese friend? General Yu-Li Puk.
He's the President of Kalawesi.
The Southeast-Asian principality renowned for its brutal military regime and appalling record of human rights abuse.
- [scoffs.]
That's one version.
- What's the other? Tropical paradise renowned for its excellent windsurfing and 5-star resorts.
- You've been there? - Once.
- What about the travel boycott? - I was supporting the economy.
Supporting the military, Todd.
- Look, can we come back to this? - [Todd.]
Yeah, I'd rather not.
General Puk is arriving tomorrow, and we've been asked to assist with security.
[chuckles.]
Sounds like a job for the feds.
- Or the diplomatic service.
- Or the someone else.
The General will have his own protective service detail, but we've been asked to provide additional support.
- How come? - [Bradley.]
Allow me to explain.
[Veronica.]
Oh, Jesus! Where does he come from? We have reliable intel that there may be an assassination attempt against the General.
- What? - [Zac.]
He said, "We have reliable" No, it's all right, I'm just building tension.
- Any idea who the threats are coming from? - As you would imagine, a man such as the General has numerous enemies.
[Todd.]
Type 2 diabetes would be top of the list.
There are many who would like to see the General dead.
- [Zac.]
What? - What do you mean? - Just building the tension.
- Yeah, I think we're all right.
Especially since last week, when we intercepted these disturbing images from Kalawesi.
Chief? [clicks remote.]
- [Maddie gasps.]
Todd? - [Todd.]
Er [chief.]
Sorry, Director, wrong images.
- Here you go.
- [Maddie.]
Mass graves.
[Bradley.]
Over 300 bodies found buried in the jungle.
- How were they discovered? - They were digging new mass graves.
I guess there's only so much jungle.
- No wonder the man's got enemies.
- [Bradley.]
Many enemies.
- So what's the General here for? - Aside from orthodontic work? To sign a major trade agreement.
What are we selling them? Food? Medical aid? - Assault rifles.
And brown coal.
- Good deal.
- No, it's not! - Well, now they're well-armed and warm.
The Prime Minister is very keen to sign this deal with General Puk.
But he's a tyrant! Nonetheless, he's still our Prime Minister.
We need to make sure nothing happens to General Puk.
- So how long is the General in town? - Just 48 hours.
Your job is to keep him safe.
Any questions? Yeah, can I get a copy of my windsurfing photos? Tell me, is all this additional security really that necessary? General, we can't afford to take chances.
- Our orders are to keep you safe, until - Until I sign the document.
It's okay, Detective, I realise you're just doing your government's bidding.
Let me assure you, sir, you won't even know we're here.
Allow me to introduce my wife, Winono, and my son, Asif.
- Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
- [Winono.]
The pleasure is all mine.
- Todd? Todd! - Jeez, this place is, like, amazing.
All these rooms, and the servants imagine living like that.
Mmm, imagine - 96 97 98 - That will be all for tonight, Conzuela.
Thank you, Miss Madeline.
You're a good person.
- You have a good heart.
- I try.
Oh, you sleep around a little too much for my - That will be all, Conzuela.
- Yes, Miss Madeline.
- Papa, may I go and play in the garden? - But of course, my son Asif.
Sorry, sir, I'm afraid we're just checking the grounds.
- Todd.
- You got something? Yeah, we need another plastic bag.
Oh, Jesus, what are we feeding this dog? We can't afford to take any chances, General.
But I have my own security contingent.
My trusted personal bodyguard, Mr Prasako, is more than capable.
Really? So, Mr Prosecco - Prasako.
- Praseco.
- Prasako.
- Pressaco.
Pra-sa-ko.
You in the hat! You've secured the perimeter? Mapped out the AO? Checked for choke points? - Oh, I - No, I didn't think so.
And what about all these people on this list.
Who are they? Oh, my driver, chef, food-taster, personal trainer food-taster's personal trainer, astrologist [inhaling.]
protocol officer, stylist, social media co-ordinator - Hey, who's "confidential"? - The list is confidential.
Oh.
What about "continued over"? Who's he? General, have all these people been cleared? [scoffs.]
Surely you don't expect one of my personal staff 80% of attacks on a leader come from within his inner circle.
- [Puk.]
Really? - Admittedly, that's state politics, but the principle holds.
An attack could come from anywhere, at any time.
[gunfire.]
[guns cocking.]
Oh, sorry, that's my new ringtone.
Hello? Oh, Jesus, I told you not to ring at work.
[Todd.]
Hold it right there! It is just a gift for the General.
Sticky rice balls.
- Don't eat it.
- [Puk.]
But why not? Carbs after midday? Are you for serious? How do we know what else is in there? - Strychnine? Arsenic? Polonium? - I have to say, I'm not used to having such fine-looking security guards.
Your safety is our priority, General.
Really? In that case, perhaps the two of you ladies will agree to sweep my bedroom.
We could look for devices.
[both inhale sharply.]
- Oh, Jesus.
- Sticky rice balls, anyone? As of now, these premises are on strict lockdown.
- No one gets out, and no one gets - [man.]
Excuse me? - [Todd.]
Who are you? - I'm here to install Foxtel.
Oh, yeah, Champions' League this week.
Keep going! [crowd chanting.]
Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! [Todd over earpiece.]
Okay, look alive.
Papa Bear has left the burrow.
- Is "Papa Bear" the General? - Yes.
- And "the burrow"? - His house.
- [Zac.]
Ah.
- But do bears live in burrows? - I don't know, I guess.
- I thought it was houses.
- I think that's Goldilocks.
- And who's Goldilocks? No one! Goldilocks is [stammers.]
Hello, General! - Is everything all right? - Yes.
Just some, uh, communications issues.
[Puk.]
So it would appear I have a welcoming party.
We'll do our best to keep them at a safe distance, sir.
In my country, these troublemakers would be rounded up and jailed indefinitely.
In this country, the freedom to protest lawfully is guaranteed.
Mmm, how quaint.
I trust upright citizens like yourselves would never be involved in such anarchic behaviour.
No, of course not.
[Maddie.]
Take that, you fascist, capital Oh, shit! Guys! Excuse me, General.
This just arrived.
- Hold it.
- It is just a letter.
- Really, Mr Presaco? - Prasako.
- [Todd.]
Prawsack.
- Pra-sa-ko.
[muttering.]
Well, that's what I said! - Anyway, a letter, or a letter bomb? - [Puk.]
A letter.
- Could be covered in anthrax.
- Mmm, it's not.
- Poison ink? - Nope.
That staple looks sharp, let's just make sure.
[sniffing.]
Just as I suspected.
- What? - It's not food.
Tell me, where did this come from? It was found inside the house.
I thought you said this place was on lockdown.
- No in, no out.
- It must've been a breach.
A good thing that my personal bodyguard, Mr Prassaco - Prasako.
- Prassa Now, I'm doing it! - was paying attention! - General.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I can see my car approaching.
- [Todd.]
What car? - [Puk.]
What? - Who ordered a car? - Watch out! [engine revving.]
[Maddie grunts.]
[Puk.]
What? You have saved my life.
How may I repay you? - You could get your hand off my ass.
- Yep.
How else? I do not understand this television programme of yours.
It's a renovation show, General.
Yeah, but the lady with the circular saw.
Why is she crying? - Her en-suite wasn't finished in time.
- Uh-huh.
- So she gets eliminated.
- And him? What is this "amazing journey" of which he speaks? - It a beautiful view, no? - Mrs Puk.
[Winono.]
Please, call me Winono.
- We-no-no.
- Winono.
- We no no we? - [enunciating carefully.]
Wino - No no? - nono.
- [slowly.]
Wi Wino - You know what? Mrs Puk.
If we're going to be sharing house, then the least we can do is to remove the formality.
- Right.
- Loosen our inhibition.
- Uh-huh.
- And cast off the boundaries.
- Do you always act out your verbs? - You wish me to stop? - Er, depends on your next verb.
- Mount.
Yep, actually, I need to check on the outside area.
I, too, have needs.
My husband, he very busy man.
Yeah, well, dictatorships don't run themselves.
- Sometimes I feel like a caged bird.
- Mmm-hmm.
But I wish instead to feel like a woman.
- [laughs nervously.]
Okay.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! Maddie! She's acting out her verbs.
Actually, that was a noun.
I must go now.
Thank you for listening.
- Yep.
Yeah, sure.
- What was that all about? Nothing.
She, uh Just a bit of grammar.
But now they are both crying.
It's because her nonna can't be here to see the room reveal.
- Ah, the nonna.
- Which she dedicated to her before the elimination round.
You know, before she died.
- [sobs.]
That is beautiful backstory.
- Yeah.
Emotional.
[phone rings.]
Hello? Hello? - Most unusual.
- What is, sir? [Puk.]
There is no one there.
Why would anyone ring and just hang up? Still, gives me opportunity to enjoy the view from this expansive window.
- No.
- Maddie? [Maddie.]
No! [bullet whizzing.]
You have saved my life again.
How can I ever repay you? Again, you could take your hand off my ass.
Sure.
Anything else? - I need a status report.
- [Veronica.]
Sniper.
Looks like it came from outside the perimeter.
- Papa, is everything all right? - Everything is fine, Asif, my son.
- What was that loud noise? - Er, a firework No, it was someone trying to shoot your dad.
- Zac! - Oh, I mean "Papa Bear.
" - And he was "in the burrow.
" - We need blinds down, curtains drawn.
- Let's go.
- Is this really necessary? - Listen, Presaco - [Prasako.]
Pra-sa-ko! [stutters.]
Prass Pal, we're not trying to point-score.
- But you failed to protect the General.
- One-nil.
- The limo.
- Two-nil.
- The sniper.
- Three-nil.
- I said we're not trying to point-score.
- Sure.
- [whispers.]
But we won.
- I don't like this.
Something's still not right.
- [Zac.]
Your pronunciation of "Prasako"? - I don't like it at all.
[dog sniffing.]
[Todd.]
Ugh.
Our shooter's long gone.
But he was here.
Check it out, tyre tracks.
[dog whines.]
What is it, boy? A clue? - A tennis ball.
- Could still be a clue.
- Guys, I've found something.
- [Zac.]
Another ball? - It's a shell.
- [Todd.]
51-mil.
Sniper rifle.
Starting to make sense.
Yeah, a sniper who plays tennis.
He would've had a clear view of the house.
- Zac! Did you leave the front gate open? - We were coming back.
[gunfire.]
Guys! [guns cocking.]
- [Veronica.]
Sorry! My phone.
I changed it.
- Change it again.
- All right, Jesus.
Kwong? - We got a hit on a car speeding off from your location about half an hour ago.
It's Kwong, she said someone got hit by a speeding car - about half an hour away from here.
- What? Partial plate, managed to ID the driver.
Part of the plate, but the driver's OD'd.
[Kwong.]
Can you put me on speakerphone? - She wants to phone and speak - Now! - Oh, my God, don't get so stressed.
- We could have a lead on your shooter.
- That's what I said! - Shh.
- I'm sending you a photo.
- [Maddie.]
Got it.
- Tun Choo.
- [Zac.]
Gesundheit.
- I've seen this guy before.
- Former member of the Kalawesi army.
No, I think he was the barman at the resort.
- Unless that was a night job.
- Defected and now living here.
Been running a campaign to have the General indicted on war crimes.
Hmm, looks like we've found our shooter.
Sending you an address now.
[phone chimes.]
Okay.
Cordon off the house.
Set a perimeter.
We're on our way.
Federal agents.
Open up.
[banging.]
Looks like no one's home.
[engine revving.]
Kwong, we are in pursuit of a motorbike rider.
- Registration plate G-E - It's "B"! - B-U - No, "V".
- B-V-1 - That's an "I"! - B-V-I - Are you wearing your contacts? I don't need them.
[Maddie.]
What are you slowing down for, Todd? - School zone.
- It's a Saturday, speed up! Oh, yeah.
Okay.
Oh, shit! Greek school.
[Veronica.]
I think I know that kid.
- He's getting away! - Not on my watch! Zac, see if you can't hit one of the tyres.
[gun fires.]
[tyre pops.]
- His tyres.
- Oh.
[bullet pings.]
Watch it! He's got a knife! - [Maddie.]
It's a gun.
- And a gun.
[gong bells.]
You wanna do this the old-fashioned way? [Todd.]
Yeah, I didn't think that through.
Let's keep with the times.
[all exclaim.]
[Todd.]
Looks like our "Mr" just turned into a "Miss".
- [Zac.]
What if she's married? - [Todd.]
Well, a "Mrs".
- [Zac.]
What if she's a "Ms"? - [Todd.]
The point is, she's a woman! - [Maddie.]
Why'd you run? - I am frightened of police officers.
Listen, lady, you're gonna tell us everything you know, or else we'll throw you and your entire family - into a detention centre, capisce? - [Myaing.]
What? - He means "understand?" - In what language? - Well, uh, I think it's Italian.
- That's comprende.
- Spanish? - Entender.
It doesn't matter, it's using foreign words to be intimidating.
- Yes, yes, yes, I understand.
- Oh, one of us does.
- Why'd you try and shoot General Puk? - I didn't.
Then why did you leave that tennis ball in the garden? - What? - We've got an eyewitness that saw you driving off from the crime scene.
I don't want the General dead.
I want him brought before an international court of justice.
- So you didn't try to shoot him? - No.
Death would be too easy for General Puk.
I want to see him admit his crimes.
What crimes? What did he do to you? The General's soldiers came to my village one day.
They shot my husband, Tun, my brother, Shway.
Even our ox.
I will never [flute music playing.]
- What was the ox's name? - Hitet.
Hitet.
Good name.
They burnt our village.
Set fire to our crop.
We tried to run, but they rounded us up.
Force us to Sorry, Myaing, any chance we could kill the flute? [flute playing stops.]
And we really didn't need the whole family Keep going, Myaing.
We lived in the jungle.
No food.
No shelter.
What about Hitet? The ox? Each day, we would walk five miles to the well.
Well, why not just move closer to the well? [Myaing.]
We had no choice.
- It's just, you can't expect handouts.
- Todd.
But they're "can-do," they've got an ox.
Our lives were destroyed.
- Listen, Myaing - I will never forget I'm sorry, there's more.
the pain General Puk has inflicted on my people.
- Are Are you done? - Yeah, I think so.
So that's why you want him dead? He is a tyrant! I hate him.
But I am no murderer.
[speaking Kalawesi.]
- What did she just say, Myaing? - My mother want to know why a butcher like General Puk is being protected by the law.
[Maddie.]
Right.
She also say, "Can we have the flute music back?" - [Todd.]
Uh, sure.
- [Maddie.]
Thank you, Myaing.
We'll do what we can.
[flute playing resumes.]
- VJ.
- What? - What're you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing? - I'm looking after Zizi.
- As-if.
- I am! - No, the son.
Where is he? Oh, shit.
[dramatic music.]
Look at me, Desi Veronica.
See, he was just at the bottom of the pool.
Wow, the more I learn about this General, the less I like him.
Torture squads, death camps, forced marches.
On the plus side, he did introduce late-night shopping.
[Puk and Prasako arguing in Kalawesi.]
Well, well, well.
I wonder what all that is about.
- I don't know, but they sound angry.
- They're Asian, they always sound angry.
Excuse us, I believe I owe you all a great debt of gratitude.
- Just doing our job, General.
- And the sniper? - You managed to catch her? - How did you know the sniper was a woman? [stammers.]
Why, I merely presumed that.
That's all.
- [Todd.]
Hmm.
- [Maddie.]
Hmm.
- [Veronica.]
Hmm.
- [Zac.]
Hmm, why are we all going "hmm"? Anyway, I better go and check security arrangements at the house.
- So the sniper was a woman? - We're still investigating, sir.
In the meantime, I trust she will be thrown in jail.
She will have a fair trial, presumption of innocence, - legal representation.
- And then thrown in jail.
In my country, we are not bothered with such technicalities.
Oh, I like your country.
And not just the windsurfing.
But enough talk of unpleasant matters.
I wish for you all to be my honoured guests at dinner tonight.
Yeah, we do have a split system.
- I prefer this, it remind me of home.
- Which I guess explains the ox.
- [Zac.]
Is that Hitet? - [Puk.]
Different ox.
So I trust you enjoyed the meal.
[all agreeing.]
- A feast fit for a king! - Or a tyrant.
- [Todd.]
Maddie! - What do you say? - [Maddie.]
Um - She said, "Or a tyrant.
" - [Maddie.]
Zac! - I think she was referring to you.
Tell me, officers, do any of you know - what the term "Puk" means? - It means "ruler".
- Oh, you speak Kalawesi? - [Maddie.]
A little.
[speaking Kalawesi.]
When I said "a little," it's just that one word, "Puk".
Yeah, still useful.
May I propose a toast? To the successful contract signing tomorrow.
[all.]
Cheers.
We may come from different walks of life.
But as people, are we all that different? - Well, our political beliefs - Attitude to smoking indoors - Taste in furniture - Overuse of MSG - Yeah, but apart from that - You're not very good drivers.
[Puk.]
Ah! Dessert.
In your honour, my head chef has baked a special cake.
[all exclaiming.]
- Don't move! - What is wrong? [Todd.]
Mrs Puk, I'm gonna say this very carefully.
It's imperative that you remain absolutely calm.
Why? What is it? - [Zac.]
A bomb.
- [loudly.]
What? [Todd.]
Cake might contain a bomb.
And if you lift that knife, it could go off! - What do I do? - It's okay, we can defuse it.
We're highly trained.
VJ, what can you tell us? - Looks like vanilla sponge.
- [Maddie.]
About the bomb! All right, Jesus.
[squishing.]
I'd say double circuit, motion sensor, and pressure-point device.
You mean, if I make one move - [Zac.]
Boom.
- [Todd.]
Zac! But you'll be dead before you feel anything.
- Zac! - General.
We're going to have to ask you and your son to leave the room.
But she is my wife.
I stand beside her.
[Maddie.]
That bomb could be filled with glass, nails, metal shards Yeah, I'll be outside.
Mrs Puk, I'm moving in behind you.
Stay completely still.
- Oh! - We need to locate the pressure switch.
- Can you feel a bulge? - Yes.
- Under the knife? - No.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! - I'm under pressure.
Hang on.
Yeah, I can.
Okay, I'm gonna slide my hand over your hand.
Easy, easy, got it.
Now, very slowly step away.
- [Veronica.]
Mmm - VJ? Just trying to locate the power source.
Feels like watch batteries.
- [Maddie.]
Can you disconnect it? - Hang on.
And got it.
[all sighing.]
Once again, you have saved my life, and that of my family.
- How can I repay you? - First, hands off my ass.
- Second? - General, we need to get you out of here.
- What? - The limo, the sniper, the bomb.
These attacks are coming from inside the tent.
You're right.
It's not safe here.
We need to take the General and his family somewhere where no one can get to him.
- But where? - I know just the place.
- [Zac.]
Your house? - Zac! - Okay, you say it.
- My house! It is very generous of you to allow us to shelter at your house.
Not at all.
Make yourself at home, everyone.
- Do we really have to take our shoes off? - It's new carpet.
The point is, this was the only place I could think of that was secure.
- Asif, everything's going to be okay.
- I must be brave.
My papa will be angry if I do not show strength.
You know, I'm sure your papa's very proud of you.
When I grow up, I wish to be like him.
- A leader.
- A dictator.
- What's happening? - [Todd.]
I don't know.
- We've lost phone coverage.
- [Maddie.]
Computer's down.
Xbox is still working.
- I'm frightened.
- Don't be frightened.
- Here, take my gun.
- [Maddie.]
VJ! It's okay, I've got a spare.
[gunfire.]
General, I need you and your family to move.
- [Puk.]
What for? - It's not safe here.
- And you're blocking the TV.
- Into the kitchen! [gunfire continues.]
[Todd.]
Anything? Whoever it is, he's heavily armed.
[door opens.]
[gun cocks.]
[Puk.]
No, please! I beg you! [gun firing.]
[Todd.]
Well, well, well.
Mr Prawseco.
- Prasako! - [Todd.]
Pra-sa-a-ko.
Emphasis is on the Ahh [Todd.]
Pra-sa-a-ka-ko General, I thought you said he was your trusted personal bodyguard.
- He was from a temp agency.
- I knew it.
My son, you have made me very proud.
- You've saved your family's life.
- And shot your first dissident.
[Veronica.]
You can keep the gun if you want.
So it turned out the attacks were coming from within General Puk's inner circle.
- We know, Chief.
- Prasako and his accomplices - arranged each of these attacks.
- [Todd.]
No need to recap.
Making it look like the work of an outside terrorist group.
- [Veronica.]
We get it, Chief! - [Zac.]
I didn't.
So, where does the tennis ball fit in? In my time as leader, I have made many mistakes.
- Genocide, torture, slavery - Yeah, no need to list them, Maddie.
But I have learned from my mistakes.
Yet you're still sticking with those batik shirts.
When I get home, I intend to implement sweeping changes.
[Maddie.]
Democratic reform? - Building a new palace! - [Maddie.]
What? It's a step in the right direction.
Trickle-down economics.
Officer, I wish to thank you for all you have done.
- It was a pleasure, ma'am.
- The pleasure was all mine.
- Oh, here we go.
- I am just sorry we were not able to spend more time together.
[Zac.]
You had that half an hour in the laundry.
- Todd! - It was only a couple of verbs.
But above all else, you have kept me and my family safe.
- I have you all to thank for that.
- Just doing our job, sir.
- And now I must do mine.
- He's just got to sign that contract, and our assignment is completed.
[all.]
Yeah, we get it, Chief.
What could possibly go wrong? [beeping.]
Hang on! [all.]
No! [loud explosion.]
- [Todd.]
We no no we? - [Winono enunciating carefully.]
Wino
- I'm going out after this.
Okay, how we gonna do it? We can't afford to blast our way in.
Too many hostages.
- [Todd.]
Hey, guys.
We've got company.
- [Maddie.]
Leave it to me.
[clattering.]
[in mock Russian.]
What was that distracting noise? I don't know, but perhaps we should leave our posts to investigate.
[music.]
Two hostiles, four hostages.
No? The, er Four hostages, two hostiles.
- Er, are we getting warmer? - Two adults, two kids! - And how many hostages? - They are the hostages! - What about the hostiles? - Forget the hostiles.
- Are we getting warmer? - No! - Shh.
- Don't "Shh" me.
You're the ones who started talking.
Yeah, 'cause of your stupid finger signals.
- Don't call me stupid, Todd.
- What's a hostage, what's a hostile Shh! [door opening.]
[in mock Russian.]
There is no one here.
Come on, let's do this.
- Zac, stun grenade.
- Got it.
- One, two - No, no, we do it the other way.
- Three, two, one - [Todd.]
That's it.
Yep, uh, you did pull the pin out? [Zac groans.]
[grenade clatters.]
- Oh, it's okay, they did it for us.
- Run! [all shouting.]
[exploding.]
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[Sophie.]
This one needs to be signed here and here.
- [chief.]
What? - [Sophie.]
Oh, hang on.
No, no, no.
Chief, you need to print your name.
- [chief.]
What? - [Sophie.]
Print.
Then initial.
- That you've signed instead of printed.
- [chief.]
I'm lost.
- Could you just ring the bank? - You want me to ring them? - What? - Oh, just leave it with me, Chief.
- [chief.]
Yes, er [door closes.]
- I thought you were getting rid of Sophie.
Oh, it's, uh, complicated.
There's gotta be warnings.
- [Veronica.]
She's had 23.
- Yeah, well, there are rules.
- Hey, we break the rules.
- Not when it comes to HR.
Ooh, HR.
Gotta play that by the book.
- All right, down to business.
- [Todd.]
Who's our Chinese friend? General Yu-Li Puk.
He's the President of Kalawesi.
The Southeast-Asian principality renowned for its brutal military regime and appalling record of human rights abuse.
- [scoffs.]
That's one version.
- What's the other? Tropical paradise renowned for its excellent windsurfing and 5-star resorts.
- You've been there? - Once.
- What about the travel boycott? - I was supporting the economy.
Supporting the military, Todd.
- Look, can we come back to this? - [Todd.]
Yeah, I'd rather not.
General Puk is arriving tomorrow, and we've been asked to assist with security.
[chuckles.]
Sounds like a job for the feds.
- Or the diplomatic service.
- Or the someone else.
The General will have his own protective service detail, but we've been asked to provide additional support.
- How come? - [Bradley.]
Allow me to explain.
[Veronica.]
Oh, Jesus! Where does he come from? We have reliable intel that there may be an assassination attempt against the General.
- What? - [Zac.]
He said, "We have reliable" No, it's all right, I'm just building tension.
- Any idea who the threats are coming from? - As you would imagine, a man such as the General has numerous enemies.
[Todd.]
Type 2 diabetes would be top of the list.
There are many who would like to see the General dead.
- [Zac.]
What? - What do you mean? - Just building the tension.
- Yeah, I think we're all right.
Especially since last week, when we intercepted these disturbing images from Kalawesi.
Chief? [clicks remote.]
- [Maddie gasps.]
Todd? - [Todd.]
Er [chief.]
Sorry, Director, wrong images.
- Here you go.
- [Maddie.]
Mass graves.
[Bradley.]
Over 300 bodies found buried in the jungle.
- How were they discovered? - They were digging new mass graves.
I guess there's only so much jungle.
- No wonder the man's got enemies.
- [Bradley.]
Many enemies.
- So what's the General here for? - Aside from orthodontic work? To sign a major trade agreement.
What are we selling them? Food? Medical aid? - Assault rifles.
And brown coal.
- Good deal.
- No, it's not! - Well, now they're well-armed and warm.
The Prime Minister is very keen to sign this deal with General Puk.
But he's a tyrant! Nonetheless, he's still our Prime Minister.
We need to make sure nothing happens to General Puk.
- So how long is the General in town? - Just 48 hours.
Your job is to keep him safe.
Any questions? Yeah, can I get a copy of my windsurfing photos? Tell me, is all this additional security really that necessary? General, we can't afford to take chances.
- Our orders are to keep you safe, until - Until I sign the document.
It's okay, Detective, I realise you're just doing your government's bidding.
Let me assure you, sir, you won't even know we're here.
Allow me to introduce my wife, Winono, and my son, Asif.
- Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
- [Winono.]
The pleasure is all mine.
- Todd? Todd! - Jeez, this place is, like, amazing.
All these rooms, and the servants imagine living like that.
Mmm, imagine - 96 97 98 - That will be all for tonight, Conzuela.
Thank you, Miss Madeline.
You're a good person.
- You have a good heart.
- I try.
Oh, you sleep around a little too much for my - That will be all, Conzuela.
- Yes, Miss Madeline.
- Papa, may I go and play in the garden? - But of course, my son Asif.
Sorry, sir, I'm afraid we're just checking the grounds.
- Todd.
- You got something? Yeah, we need another plastic bag.
Oh, Jesus, what are we feeding this dog? We can't afford to take any chances, General.
But I have my own security contingent.
My trusted personal bodyguard, Mr Prasako, is more than capable.
Really? So, Mr Prosecco - Prasako.
- Praseco.
- Prasako.
- Pressaco.
Pra-sa-ko.
You in the hat! You've secured the perimeter? Mapped out the AO? Checked for choke points? - Oh, I - No, I didn't think so.
And what about all these people on this list.
Who are they? Oh, my driver, chef, food-taster, personal trainer food-taster's personal trainer, astrologist [inhaling.]
protocol officer, stylist, social media co-ordinator - Hey, who's "confidential"? - The list is confidential.
Oh.
What about "continued over"? Who's he? General, have all these people been cleared? [scoffs.]
Surely you don't expect one of my personal staff 80% of attacks on a leader come from within his inner circle.
- [Puk.]
Really? - Admittedly, that's state politics, but the principle holds.
An attack could come from anywhere, at any time.
[gunfire.]
[guns cocking.]
Oh, sorry, that's my new ringtone.
Hello? Oh, Jesus, I told you not to ring at work.
[Todd.]
Hold it right there! It is just a gift for the General.
Sticky rice balls.
- Don't eat it.
- [Puk.]
But why not? Carbs after midday? Are you for serious? How do we know what else is in there? - Strychnine? Arsenic? Polonium? - I have to say, I'm not used to having such fine-looking security guards.
Your safety is our priority, General.
Really? In that case, perhaps the two of you ladies will agree to sweep my bedroom.
We could look for devices.
[both inhale sharply.]
- Oh, Jesus.
- Sticky rice balls, anyone? As of now, these premises are on strict lockdown.
- No one gets out, and no one gets - [man.]
Excuse me? - [Todd.]
Who are you? - I'm here to install Foxtel.
Oh, yeah, Champions' League this week.
Keep going! [crowd chanting.]
Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! Go home, Puk! [Todd over earpiece.]
Okay, look alive.
Papa Bear has left the burrow.
- Is "Papa Bear" the General? - Yes.
- And "the burrow"? - His house.
- [Zac.]
Ah.
- But do bears live in burrows? - I don't know, I guess.
- I thought it was houses.
- I think that's Goldilocks.
- And who's Goldilocks? No one! Goldilocks is [stammers.]
Hello, General! - Is everything all right? - Yes.
Just some, uh, communications issues.
[Puk.]
So it would appear I have a welcoming party.
We'll do our best to keep them at a safe distance, sir.
In my country, these troublemakers would be rounded up and jailed indefinitely.
In this country, the freedom to protest lawfully is guaranteed.
Mmm, how quaint.
I trust upright citizens like yourselves would never be involved in such anarchic behaviour.
No, of course not.
[Maddie.]
Take that, you fascist, capital Oh, shit! Guys! Excuse me, General.
This just arrived.
- Hold it.
- It is just a letter.
- Really, Mr Presaco? - Prasako.
- [Todd.]
Prawsack.
- Pra-sa-ko.
[muttering.]
Well, that's what I said! - Anyway, a letter, or a letter bomb? - [Puk.]
A letter.
- Could be covered in anthrax.
- Mmm, it's not.
- Poison ink? - Nope.
That staple looks sharp, let's just make sure.
[sniffing.]
Just as I suspected.
- What? - It's not food.
Tell me, where did this come from? It was found inside the house.
I thought you said this place was on lockdown.
- No in, no out.
- It must've been a breach.
A good thing that my personal bodyguard, Mr Prassaco - Prasako.
- Prassa Now, I'm doing it! - was paying attention! - General.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I can see my car approaching.
- [Todd.]
What car? - [Puk.]
What? - Who ordered a car? - Watch out! [engine revving.]
[Maddie grunts.]
[Puk.]
What? You have saved my life.
How may I repay you? - You could get your hand off my ass.
- Yep.
How else? I do not understand this television programme of yours.
It's a renovation show, General.
Yeah, but the lady with the circular saw.
Why is she crying? - Her en-suite wasn't finished in time.
- Uh-huh.
- So she gets eliminated.
- And him? What is this "amazing journey" of which he speaks? - It a beautiful view, no? - Mrs Puk.
[Winono.]
Please, call me Winono.
- We-no-no.
- Winono.
- We no no we? - [enunciating carefully.]
Wino - No no? - nono.
- [slowly.]
Wi Wino - You know what? Mrs Puk.
If we're going to be sharing house, then the least we can do is to remove the formality.
- Right.
- Loosen our inhibition.
- Uh-huh.
- And cast off the boundaries.
- Do you always act out your verbs? - You wish me to stop? - Er, depends on your next verb.
- Mount.
Yep, actually, I need to check on the outside area.
I, too, have needs.
My husband, he very busy man.
Yeah, well, dictatorships don't run themselves.
- Sometimes I feel like a caged bird.
- Mmm-hmm.
But I wish instead to feel like a woman.
- [laughs nervously.]
Okay.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! Maddie! She's acting out her verbs.
Actually, that was a noun.
I must go now.
Thank you for listening.
- Yep.
Yeah, sure.
- What was that all about? Nothing.
She, uh Just a bit of grammar.
But now they are both crying.
It's because her nonna can't be here to see the room reveal.
- Ah, the nonna.
- Which she dedicated to her before the elimination round.
You know, before she died.
- [sobs.]
That is beautiful backstory.
- Yeah.
Emotional.
[phone rings.]
Hello? Hello? - Most unusual.
- What is, sir? [Puk.]
There is no one there.
Why would anyone ring and just hang up? Still, gives me opportunity to enjoy the view from this expansive window.
- No.
- Maddie? [Maddie.]
No! [bullet whizzing.]
You have saved my life again.
How can I ever repay you? Again, you could take your hand off my ass.
Sure.
Anything else? - I need a status report.
- [Veronica.]
Sniper.
Looks like it came from outside the perimeter.
- Papa, is everything all right? - Everything is fine, Asif, my son.
- What was that loud noise? - Er, a firework No, it was someone trying to shoot your dad.
- Zac! - Oh, I mean "Papa Bear.
" - And he was "in the burrow.
" - We need blinds down, curtains drawn.
- Let's go.
- Is this really necessary? - Listen, Presaco - [Prasako.]
Pra-sa-ko! [stutters.]
Prass Pal, we're not trying to point-score.
- But you failed to protect the General.
- One-nil.
- The limo.
- Two-nil.
- The sniper.
- Three-nil.
- I said we're not trying to point-score.
- Sure.
- [whispers.]
But we won.
- I don't like this.
Something's still not right.
- [Zac.]
Your pronunciation of "Prasako"? - I don't like it at all.
[dog sniffing.]
[Todd.]
Ugh.
Our shooter's long gone.
But he was here.
Check it out, tyre tracks.
[dog whines.]
What is it, boy? A clue? - A tennis ball.
- Could still be a clue.
- Guys, I've found something.
- [Zac.]
Another ball? - It's a shell.
- [Todd.]
51-mil.
Sniper rifle.
Starting to make sense.
Yeah, a sniper who plays tennis.
He would've had a clear view of the house.
- Zac! Did you leave the front gate open? - We were coming back.
[gunfire.]
Guys! [guns cocking.]
- [Veronica.]
Sorry! My phone.
I changed it.
- Change it again.
- All right, Jesus.
Kwong? - We got a hit on a car speeding off from your location about half an hour ago.
It's Kwong, she said someone got hit by a speeding car - about half an hour away from here.
- What? Partial plate, managed to ID the driver.
Part of the plate, but the driver's OD'd.
[Kwong.]
Can you put me on speakerphone? - She wants to phone and speak - Now! - Oh, my God, don't get so stressed.
- We could have a lead on your shooter.
- That's what I said! - Shh.
- I'm sending you a photo.
- [Maddie.]
Got it.
- Tun Choo.
- [Zac.]
Gesundheit.
- I've seen this guy before.
- Former member of the Kalawesi army.
No, I think he was the barman at the resort.
- Unless that was a night job.
- Defected and now living here.
Been running a campaign to have the General indicted on war crimes.
Hmm, looks like we've found our shooter.
Sending you an address now.
[phone chimes.]
Okay.
Cordon off the house.
Set a perimeter.
We're on our way.
Federal agents.
Open up.
[banging.]
Looks like no one's home.
[engine revving.]
Kwong, we are in pursuit of a motorbike rider.
- Registration plate G-E - It's "B"! - B-U - No, "V".
- B-V-1 - That's an "I"! - B-V-I - Are you wearing your contacts? I don't need them.
[Maddie.]
What are you slowing down for, Todd? - School zone.
- It's a Saturday, speed up! Oh, yeah.
Okay.
Oh, shit! Greek school.
[Veronica.]
I think I know that kid.
- He's getting away! - Not on my watch! Zac, see if you can't hit one of the tyres.
[gun fires.]
[tyre pops.]
- His tyres.
- Oh.
[bullet pings.]
Watch it! He's got a knife! - [Maddie.]
It's a gun.
- And a gun.
[gong bells.]
You wanna do this the old-fashioned way? [Todd.]
Yeah, I didn't think that through.
Let's keep with the times.
[all exclaim.]
[Todd.]
Looks like our "Mr" just turned into a "Miss".
- [Zac.]
What if she's married? - [Todd.]
Well, a "Mrs".
- [Zac.]
What if she's a "Ms"? - [Todd.]
The point is, she's a woman! - [Maddie.]
Why'd you run? - I am frightened of police officers.
Listen, lady, you're gonna tell us everything you know, or else we'll throw you and your entire family - into a detention centre, capisce? - [Myaing.]
What? - He means "understand?" - In what language? - Well, uh, I think it's Italian.
- That's comprende.
- Spanish? - Entender.
It doesn't matter, it's using foreign words to be intimidating.
- Yes, yes, yes, I understand.
- Oh, one of us does.
- Why'd you try and shoot General Puk? - I didn't.
Then why did you leave that tennis ball in the garden? - What? - We've got an eyewitness that saw you driving off from the crime scene.
I don't want the General dead.
I want him brought before an international court of justice.
- So you didn't try to shoot him? - No.
Death would be too easy for General Puk.
I want to see him admit his crimes.
What crimes? What did he do to you? The General's soldiers came to my village one day.
They shot my husband, Tun, my brother, Shway.
Even our ox.
I will never [flute music playing.]
- What was the ox's name? - Hitet.
Hitet.
Good name.
They burnt our village.
Set fire to our crop.
We tried to run, but they rounded us up.
Force us to Sorry, Myaing, any chance we could kill the flute? [flute playing stops.]
And we really didn't need the whole family Keep going, Myaing.
We lived in the jungle.
No food.
No shelter.
What about Hitet? The ox? Each day, we would walk five miles to the well.
Well, why not just move closer to the well? [Myaing.]
We had no choice.
- It's just, you can't expect handouts.
- Todd.
But they're "can-do," they've got an ox.
Our lives were destroyed.
- Listen, Myaing - I will never forget I'm sorry, there's more.
the pain General Puk has inflicted on my people.
- Are Are you done? - Yeah, I think so.
So that's why you want him dead? He is a tyrant! I hate him.
But I am no murderer.
[speaking Kalawesi.]
- What did she just say, Myaing? - My mother want to know why a butcher like General Puk is being protected by the law.
[Maddie.]
Right.
She also say, "Can we have the flute music back?" - [Todd.]
Uh, sure.
- [Maddie.]
Thank you, Myaing.
We'll do what we can.
[flute playing resumes.]
- VJ.
- What? - What're you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing? - I'm looking after Zizi.
- As-if.
- I am! - No, the son.
Where is he? Oh, shit.
[dramatic music.]
Look at me, Desi Veronica.
See, he was just at the bottom of the pool.
Wow, the more I learn about this General, the less I like him.
Torture squads, death camps, forced marches.
On the plus side, he did introduce late-night shopping.
[Puk and Prasako arguing in Kalawesi.]
Well, well, well.
I wonder what all that is about.
- I don't know, but they sound angry.
- They're Asian, they always sound angry.
Excuse us, I believe I owe you all a great debt of gratitude.
- Just doing our job, General.
- And the sniper? - You managed to catch her? - How did you know the sniper was a woman? [stammers.]
Why, I merely presumed that.
That's all.
- [Todd.]
Hmm.
- [Maddie.]
Hmm.
- [Veronica.]
Hmm.
- [Zac.]
Hmm, why are we all going "hmm"? Anyway, I better go and check security arrangements at the house.
- So the sniper was a woman? - We're still investigating, sir.
In the meantime, I trust she will be thrown in jail.
She will have a fair trial, presumption of innocence, - legal representation.
- And then thrown in jail.
In my country, we are not bothered with such technicalities.
Oh, I like your country.
And not just the windsurfing.
But enough talk of unpleasant matters.
I wish for you all to be my honoured guests at dinner tonight.
Yeah, we do have a split system.
- I prefer this, it remind me of home.
- Which I guess explains the ox.
- [Zac.]
Is that Hitet? - [Puk.]
Different ox.
So I trust you enjoyed the meal.
[all agreeing.]
- A feast fit for a king! - Or a tyrant.
- [Todd.]
Maddie! - What do you say? - [Maddie.]
Um - She said, "Or a tyrant.
" - [Maddie.]
Zac! - I think she was referring to you.
Tell me, officers, do any of you know - what the term "Puk" means? - It means "ruler".
- Oh, you speak Kalawesi? - [Maddie.]
A little.
[speaking Kalawesi.]
When I said "a little," it's just that one word, "Puk".
Yeah, still useful.
May I propose a toast? To the successful contract signing tomorrow.
[all.]
Cheers.
We may come from different walks of life.
But as people, are we all that different? - Well, our political beliefs - Attitude to smoking indoors - Taste in furniture - Overuse of MSG - Yeah, but apart from that - You're not very good drivers.
[Puk.]
Ah! Dessert.
In your honour, my head chef has baked a special cake.
[all exclaiming.]
- Don't move! - What is wrong? [Todd.]
Mrs Puk, I'm gonna say this very carefully.
It's imperative that you remain absolutely calm.
Why? What is it? - [Zac.]
A bomb.
- [loudly.]
What? [Todd.]
Cake might contain a bomb.
And if you lift that knife, it could go off! - What do I do? - It's okay, we can defuse it.
We're highly trained.
VJ, what can you tell us? - Looks like vanilla sponge.
- [Maddie.]
About the bomb! All right, Jesus.
[squishing.]
I'd say double circuit, motion sensor, and pressure-point device.
You mean, if I make one move - [Zac.]
Boom.
- [Todd.]
Zac! But you'll be dead before you feel anything.
- Zac! - General.
We're going to have to ask you and your son to leave the room.
But she is my wife.
I stand beside her.
[Maddie.]
That bomb could be filled with glass, nails, metal shards Yeah, I'll be outside.
Mrs Puk, I'm moving in behind you.
Stay completely still.
- Oh! - We need to locate the pressure switch.
- Can you feel a bulge? - Yes.
- Under the knife? - No.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! - I'm under pressure.
Hang on.
Yeah, I can.
Okay, I'm gonna slide my hand over your hand.
Easy, easy, got it.
Now, very slowly step away.
- [Veronica.]
Mmm - VJ? Just trying to locate the power source.
Feels like watch batteries.
- [Maddie.]
Can you disconnect it? - Hang on.
And got it.
[all sighing.]
Once again, you have saved my life, and that of my family.
- How can I repay you? - First, hands off my ass.
- Second? - General, we need to get you out of here.
- What? - The limo, the sniper, the bomb.
These attacks are coming from inside the tent.
You're right.
It's not safe here.
We need to take the General and his family somewhere where no one can get to him.
- But where? - I know just the place.
- [Zac.]
Your house? - Zac! - Okay, you say it.
- My house! It is very generous of you to allow us to shelter at your house.
Not at all.
Make yourself at home, everyone.
- Do we really have to take our shoes off? - It's new carpet.
The point is, this was the only place I could think of that was secure.
- Asif, everything's going to be okay.
- I must be brave.
My papa will be angry if I do not show strength.
You know, I'm sure your papa's very proud of you.
When I grow up, I wish to be like him.
- A leader.
- A dictator.
- What's happening? - [Todd.]
I don't know.
- We've lost phone coverage.
- [Maddie.]
Computer's down.
Xbox is still working.
- I'm frightened.
- Don't be frightened.
- Here, take my gun.
- [Maddie.]
VJ! It's okay, I've got a spare.
[gunfire.]
General, I need you and your family to move.
- [Puk.]
What for? - It's not safe here.
- And you're blocking the TV.
- Into the kitchen! [gunfire continues.]
[Todd.]
Anything? Whoever it is, he's heavily armed.
[door opens.]
[gun cocks.]
[Puk.]
No, please! I beg you! [gun firing.]
[Todd.]
Well, well, well.
Mr Prawseco.
- Prasako! - [Todd.]
Pra-sa-a-ko.
Emphasis is on the Ahh [Todd.]
Pra-sa-a-ka-ko General, I thought you said he was your trusted personal bodyguard.
- He was from a temp agency.
- I knew it.
My son, you have made me very proud.
- You've saved your family's life.
- And shot your first dissident.
[Veronica.]
You can keep the gun if you want.
So it turned out the attacks were coming from within General Puk's inner circle.
- We know, Chief.
- Prasako and his accomplices - arranged each of these attacks.
- [Todd.]
No need to recap.
Making it look like the work of an outside terrorist group.
- [Veronica.]
We get it, Chief! - [Zac.]
I didn't.
So, where does the tennis ball fit in? In my time as leader, I have made many mistakes.
- Genocide, torture, slavery - Yeah, no need to list them, Maddie.
But I have learned from my mistakes.
Yet you're still sticking with those batik shirts.
When I get home, I intend to implement sweeping changes.
[Maddie.]
Democratic reform? - Building a new palace! - [Maddie.]
What? It's a step in the right direction.
Trickle-down economics.
Officer, I wish to thank you for all you have done.
- It was a pleasure, ma'am.
- The pleasure was all mine.
- Oh, here we go.
- I am just sorry we were not able to spend more time together.
[Zac.]
You had that half an hour in the laundry.
- Todd! - It was only a couple of verbs.
But above all else, you have kept me and my family safe.
- I have you all to thank for that.
- Just doing our job, sir.
- And now I must do mine.
- He's just got to sign that contract, and our assignment is completed.
[all.]
Yeah, we get it, Chief.
What could possibly go wrong? [beeping.]
Hang on! [all.]
No! [loud explosion.]
- [Todd.]
We no no we? - [Winono enunciating carefully.]
Wino