Oh!
Oh!
Reported disturbance
on the Lilydale train,
XT route, 2-1.
Please repeat, 2-1.
Thank you.
Melbourne East, 818.
Melbourne East, 818.
Melbourne East 818, back.
Say again please, 818.
Your signal's very weak.
Sorry, I'm in a tunnel
and my battery's cactus.
Difficult for me
with the weak signal, 818.
Fuck you then.
Melbourne East, 814.
814, check 818, please.
Thank you, 814.
Melbourne East, 818.
Melbourne East, 818.
Melbourne East, 818?
Melbourne East.
Can't you hear?
No, just I...
- What's up?
- Don't know yet.
A disturbance.
Stay there a tick.
Get on the ground!
Get on the fucking ground!
- I understand that.
Get on the fucking ground now.
Get on the fucking
ground now!
he's already gone. It's not me.
- Now!
- You heard him, get down!
- Get down now!
- all the way down.
- Please just listen to me.
- All the way down!
- just listen...
Get all the way down.
All right, put your
hands behind your back.
- Shut the fuck up!
- Cross your legs!
- please!
- All right, I've got her covered.
Shut up, shut up!
Stay down. You don't
move till I say.
- Fuck you! He got off!
- Shut up!
Did you hear me?
You stay down
and you don't move.
Shut up!
Just shut up.
He got off!
You gotta tell...
Shut the fuck up!
Try not to play
with it,
And for the next three or
four days, don't get it wet.
This is codeine. The
local will wear off.
These will take the
edge off the pain.
As for the ringing, that
should be gone by tomorrow.
The ringing's
a regular thing.
How do you mean?
Sorry?
What do you mean,
regular?
Like ongoing.
- Before tonight?
- Yep.
How long before?
About 18 months,
on and off.
Same with
the dizzy spells?
Yeah well,
there's been dizziness,
But the blackouts
are new.
Lavinia.
I'm detective Melanie Ryan.
Yeah, but I get to call
you Mel, don't I?
'Cause you're the nice one they
get to talk to people after they...
When they realize
that someone's not even...
I mean, hey, I'm in
a McDonald's uniform.
Don't.
You know, everyone here already
knows how brave you've been.
Hey, don't, hon.
Come on.
- they do. They do.
- So?
So it's okay if you
want to have a cry.
I want my other stuff.
Okay. Okay, good.
Let's do that.
What's your
other stuff?
Well, there's a pink bag
with headphones in it...
Okay.
... And there's a picture
of me that I got from work.
- it's in a frame.
- Okay, look,
What I'll do is
You just stay here and I'll see if
someone can't fetch them for you, okay?
- Where are you?
- 30 seconds away. Just hold on.
- Get out of the fucking way,
you idiot.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah, you've got the media
all over you like a wet rash.
I know. Hamish is onto it.
- back!
- come on!
You've got some stringers
up on the overpass.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
Fuck knows what sort of
footage they're getting.
The underpass
is logjammed.
If you don't need paras
inside the cordon,
They shouldn't be
inside your cordon.
You just have the uniform
inside the cordon, okay?
- yep.
- All right, just a second.
Guys, please.
This is supposed to be a thoroughfare.
Can you keep the area clear, please?
- You there?
- yeah, I'm traveling to you.
- How's the kid?
- Still a bit wobbly.
- I need a description.
- Yeah well, once she's compos mentis.
No, ASAFP.
Listen, she's got some
belongings still in the carriage.
- I think it'd be a good idea...
- of course.
I need an hour before I
can even think about it.
I know we're corrupting your scene.
I haven't even looked
at the scene
And you're talking about removing
items from it... seriously.
Just get her back to the station.
Let her have a tear-up and a lie-down.
See if someone can get
ahold of her parents.
We need to find out
where forensics are.
Lavinia. Get her bag. Get her bag!
Lavie?
Lav, can you hear me?
In the carriage now!
Lav?
Lavinia, can you hear me?
Lav, sweetie.
- Hey!
- Lavinia, can you hear me?
Oh, for fuck's sake, she's
diabetic. Get an ambo.
hon?
McGahan,
is that you?
What are you doing up?
I just got up
to go to the toot.
- Hmm?
- I'm on the toilet.
How was your day?
- All right. How was yours?
- yeah, good.
- Some shithead went postal on the trains.
- Yeah, I heard.
God, it's gonna be
mental tomorrow.
Seven dead, they reckon.
Seven?
I heard eight?
No, there's a girl.
Didn't get
a scratch on her.
- a girl, did you say?
- Mmm.
Hon, a girl?
Imagine what's going
through her head at the moment.
At least
it's not a bullet.
Gra, Jesus,
what happened?
- Nothing. I felt nothing.
- Come here.
- I just fell over.
- Bullshit.
It's all right. It looks a
lot worse than it actually is.
It looks
pretty bad.
No, don't freak out.
It's all right.
- I'm not freaking out.
- You are freaking out.
I'm not. So did you have
to go to the hospital?
No, I didn't have to.
Well, I had
to get one stitch,
- but that's...
- so you went to the hospital?
For five, 10 minutes.
An hour it was done.
Oh, you poor darling.
I'll show you the stitch. It's like
one of those butterfly fucking...
Ray? Hey, ray!
Take your time.
I'm going to ask you
to look at a group
Of scanned images
of original photographs.
The fact that I'm
showing you these images
Should not influence
your judgment.
You're not obliged
to identify anyone.
Please view each image and
indicate if you can identify
...any person whose image
is displayed herein.
Sorry, no.
Lavinia, Constable Reichelt
has managed to get your things.
There you go, Lavie.
Where's
my picture?
My photo. I had
a framed photo.
- What photograph?
- That's all they gave me.
That had
my name on it.
Oh god,
he knows my name.
- No, he doesn't.
- Oh god, he knows my name.
- Lavinia!
- Oh fuck, he knows my name!
- Shit! No no no!
- Lavinia, no.
I'm fucked now. You guys
are fine but I'm fucked.
Oh fuck.
Okay, I'm just gonna
pop this in your ear.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Yes, it's Dr. Milner
here from audiology.
Can I speak to
Dr. Searson please?
You like your work here,
do you, Graham?
sorry?
- You enjoy police work?
It's all right,
most of it.
No, it's good.
And everything's
all right at home?
- Hmm?
- No trouble at home?
No, not really.
What's... Sorry, the young lass
you had in here on open day?
- Caitlin.
- Kate-Lynn, right.
- How's she? Still with the band?
- Yep.
They're rehearsing for the
carols thingy at the moment.
Oh good.
So everything's
all right?
- Hmm?
- Everything's fine?
- Mm-hmm.
- So what's your fucking problem?
Sorry?
You just told me how
you don't mind the work
And everything's
fine at home.
And I just don't
see that, frankly.
Now I'm gonna put
something to you
'cause I'm interested
in your thoughts on this.
During the course of performing
your duties yesterday evening,
You fell over going
up an escalator
And sadly you bumped your
head while riding an escalator.
Sorry, sir, could I ask
you to sign this?
I'm assuming these
escalators are similar
To the ones they've got
at Chadstone Plaza.
Are they similar to the ones
they've got at Chadstone Plaza?
And what's... Tin...
Tinnitus?
What's tinnitus?
It's like a ringing
in my ears.
Right.
Okay.
- That's a legitimate
doctor's certificate.
- I'm sure it is, Graham.
That's a legal
document.
You're legally obliged
to process that.
There's two of them. You're not
telling me how to do my job, are you?
No, I'm not. I'm just saying.
Sounds a little bit like you are.
I'm just saying, that's
a doctor's certificate.
And as such, will be duly
processed in the fullness of time.
Jesus.
- I could have a tumor.
- Fine.
You get me a doctor's certificate
that says that and I'll look into it.
The information currently at
hand is you've bumped your head.
- Grab a pen.
- I've got a photocopy of that, sir.
You can photocopy
your asshole, Graham,
But you're an idiot if you think
it's gonna change my roster.
Hey.
Yep, mm-hmm.
Set.
Set.
Mm-hmm.
Set.
Just move
to the left.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
Police have released
a likeness of the man
They believe responsible
for the murders
Of seven commuters eight
hours ago on a commuter train
In Melbourne's
inner East.
This description follows
an eyewitness report
From an as-yet
unidentified survivor
Of the tragedy.
The suspect is
described as a man...
You're home early.
Mm-hmm.
You all right?
How come?
What?
Why is there always so
much shit lying around?
You buy so much of it and leave
it lying around, sweetheart.
- You're munted.
- No, I'm not.
- yes, you fucking are.
- I just had a bit.
Just had an itsy bitsy.
Marcus sold me
a couple of grams.
Marcus?
- the trumpet.
- Oh, that prick.
Surprised he made you
pay for it.
- Well, he didn't actually.
- Ah.
- He wants to get into your pants.
- Probably.
I'll roll you another,
you big grump.
Forward defense.
Forward defense.
Let it go.
Square cut,
forward defense.
Forward defense.
Let it go.
Leg glance.
So have we
made up?
Maybe.
It's good
dope then.
Marcus will
be thrilled.
Seeing your boozies is
what'd thrill Marcus.
- Did you just call them boozies?
- Mm-hmm.
That's very sweet
of you. Thank you.
What are
you doing?
Just taking a good long
hard look at myself.
"Take a good look in
the big mirror, McGahan.
See if you can see a
policeman in there somewhere."
Fucking Mobley.
This doctor's certificate
will stitch him up.
- Ticket to Noosa, baby.
- Yeah.
Work cover!
- Think it, talk it, work it!
- Yeah.
In the outer Melbourne
suburb of sunshine south,
The discover of the body
of a woman
was reported to police.
The woman has already
been identified by police
As Fiona Michelle Frost,
a 32-year-old legal secretary
who was reported missing
last Wednesday
When she didn't return
home from work.
Police are yet to comment
on this discovery
and the tragic events
last Friday
when a lone gunman killed
seven on a suburban train.
Friends and family
spoke out today,
as did members
of the local community.
- Is that another one?
- Mmm. Shh.
What the fuck's going on
at the moment?
I know this guy.
He speaks exactly
like that in real life.
...May have in their knowledge
pertaining to recent incidents...
I'm off. I'll see you tonight.
"Information pertaining
to the recent knowledge...
- I've gotta go, seriously.
...Of events in the vicinity."
Male Constable indicates he would like
to wish female occupant of the residence
good luck pertaining particularly
to her endeavors of the day.
I love you
but shut up.
Female occupant responds by departing
the vicinity without further ado.
...More in our late bulletin.
Fires continue to rage at Omeo
and elsewhere in Gippsland.
Eight have already
perished in blazes,
- including the wife
and three young children...
...Of Omeo firefighting
volunteer Keith Milner.
An exclusive interview with
the grieving Aussie hero
And Paula Day is coming up
after the break.
Are you frustrated
because you never see
The results you know
you deserve?
Well, stay tuned as Paige Green and
gold-medal-gymnast Mitch Gaylord,
The first American to receive a
perfect 10 in Olympic competition,
Introduce you...
Graham McGahan.
Now you can have the body you've
always dreamed of in less time...
What?
When?
Why?
Yeah, all right.
All right,
all right, yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Workouts can be tough
and it's not for everyone.
but, Paige, it's that...
- fuck.
This is not light duty.
No, it is, actually.
No, it isn't.
How is it light?
You're in a caravan.
Same amount of shifts. Same
amount of hours per shift.
In a caravan.
Actually it's an extra hour
per shift. How is that light?
Oh, for fuck's sake.
You're in a caravan.
I've got Christmas coming up. I've
got Trev and Andrew on holidays
And fucking Rachel's
on maternity leave.
- No, this is just happening
because you and I...
Here we go.
No, fucking admit it. You've
fucking got it in for me.
That's right, I've got nothing
better to do with my time
than shit you.
Well, you all but
admitted it yesterday.
"What's your problem?
Can't you ride an escalator?"
I don't know if you've heard
but several people were killed
- on a train two days ago.
- Yeah.
Oh good,
you have heard.
It's a pretty
big thing, you know?
Lots about it
in the media and so forth,
So this might not be happening
because I've got issues with you.
It might be happening because I've got
other fucking things to worry about.
What about my doctor's
certificate?
The doctor's certificate means
that, as opposed to Hobie,
You're the lucky camper
who gets to sit on his ass
in a caravan
for two weeks
and do fuck all.
Read a book.
Jesus, learn chess.
Impart your wisdom to
the local community.
You can do that with
fucking tin ear, can't you?
Email hasn't
been set up yet
but there's phones
on both desks,
fax and what have you.
Coffee and shit
in the kitchenette.
You wanna
answer that?
No, I know
who that is.
So this is where
she was last seen.
Yep, bought a packet of
alpine lights and a diet coke.
But don't talk to Lionel
about that. He's a bit...
He's okay, he's fine. He's
just a bit funny about all this.
Look, it isn't rocket surgery. Basically
you've just got to sit here and put down
whatever the mouth-breathers
say or do.
- Mostly it's the same old,
same old.
"She was a lovely girl." "Kept
mostly to herself." "Always happy."
"Always had time
to say hello."
Just whack it down on the shit
sheet, put it in the out tray
- and Johnno will fax them in the morning.
- Sweet.
Yeah, slack as.
Oh, and there's this
safe-sex thing happening also.
Free frangers for anyone
with any information.
There's a box of them in the
top drawer of the kitchenette.
So this is the guy
from the train?
Yep.
He did this as well?
Fuck knows. Yes, if you
believe the rumors...
about the same ballistics
coming out of the girl
and a couple of people
on the train.
But who knows?
Probably.
Well, no, definitely
if you ask me,
but it's not on
our job sheet, so...
Looks like
the shroud of Turin.
Yeah.
Poor love thinks she's
seen Jesus or something.
Half the mouth-breathers
around here would say she did.
Speaking of which,
has anyone told you
about lucky Phil?
Okay.
Photo.
- Sorry.
Excuse me.
The bag.
No no no, shh.
No no, shh shh.
Just shut up.
Just shut up.
Shh shh shh.
It's okay.
No no no.
I'm okay.
Did anyone call the police?
Then he walks
down the carriage?
Yep.
Ahh!
- Comes back?
- Yeah.
Then what?
Then he put the gun
up to my head.
- Then what?
- Then he left.
He just left?
He just up and left?
- Yeah.
- Which door?
- I don't know.
- You don't know.
How did he get the photograph
without you noticing?
I don't know.
Come here.
What aren't you
telling me, Lavinia?
- Noel.
- No, please.
Why is this the bit that's missing
in all the statements you've made?
Why is this the part you
can't tell me anything about?
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- Just tell me please.
- What?
- Did you know him?
- Noel.
- Please!
- What?
- Had you seen him before?
- No!
Do you think he knew you? Had
you served him in the restaurant?
- No, I've never seen him.
- Why then?
Why do you think,
after all this...
Seven people,
Why, do you think,
did he let you go?
Don't you think
he should've?
What's on telly?
Is that the one where the
fat people get voted off?
I know, well, the gay guys
are always the funniest.
It's true.
I know, I know.
It's reality TV.
Soon it'll just be people
going to the toilet.
Who will get voted
off the toilet, you know?
G'day.
Hey.
John Smith.
You're kidding,
aren't you?
No.
No, it's just...
Sorry.
I guess it's not as bad
as John Citizen.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
I'm Graham McGahan.
How was your shift?
It was pretty
quiet, John.
Hmm, yeah.
I've had two interviews,
One with lucky Phil.
You've heard about him?
Two interviews,
one with a spastic.
No, I don't... sorry.
I don't mean it like that.
It's just frustrating,
you know?
Mmm. Hmmm.
Three.
Right,
thank you, gentlemen.
Shut your engine off,
please, sir.
It's a bit early in the day
for a breatho, isn't it?
Just a moment
of your time.
Copy of your license,
please.
You're not gonna Canary
the Ute, are you?
Not today.
Do you have occasion
to be in the area often?
Well yeah, I've been living just around
the corner for just about 35 years.
Oh.
Have you, in the last
four to seven days,
seen anyone standing where
that mannequin is over there?
Well yeah, I have.
Sir, it'd be of great
assistance to us
if you could give me as clear
a description as possible.
Mate, I can give you
his name. It's Phil.
Heydon. H-e-y-d-o-n.
Lucky Phil,
they call him.
I don't know why
they call him lucky.
He's a bit,
you know, slow.
- Hey.
- Good day. Don't go in.
- Why not?
- Some grown-ups are in there.
What's this?
New Shroud
of Turin.
And?
What am I supposed
to do with it?
How many interviews
did you have last night?
None.
Seriously,
why can't I go in?
You can if you want.
- What did you say to John?
- Nothing, why?
When I got here, he was
going, "What's wrong with...
Watch your step.
- How'd you go?
- Good.
- Did they ask lots of questions?
- Yes.
- How was that?
- Good.
- Did you get a biscuit?
- I ate them inside.
- That's all right this time.
- Okay.
- But not always.
- Okay, I have to go they said.
Okay, you can
pop in later.
Bowser.
When I got here, he was
going, "what's wrong with my name?
- What's so funny about my name?" John.
- Who?
I'm just saying
the preliminary interviews...
- being conducted by us...
- in that sense it hasn't...
Sorry, we did knock.
No, you're fine.
We'll get out
of your way.
- Thanks for your help with all this.
- It's fine.
- He's here every afternoon.
- It was really helpful.
- Who are they?
- No idea.
So what did you say?
- To who?
- To John.
Nothing, I just said he had
an interesting name.
Sit. Sit. Sit.
Bowser.
Bowser.
Down. Down.
Stay down.
Stay, sit.
Good.
Good boy.
- Hello?
- G'day.
You're new?
Yes, I am.
Where's that lady
that was here before?
Constable Harris?
She's gone home
for the night.
Oh.
Will I do?
Nah.
You sure?
Yeah.
She says I can visit...
I'm allowed...
and I can stay
as long as I want.
But I was
here before.
Yeah, I saw you.
Can I have
a biscuit?
Normally I can.
Sure.
Can I have two?
What happens normally?
Normally it's just one.
Okay, two.
But just this time.
Guess what the license
number of this caravan is.
Go on, guess.
I bet you can't.
You got me. I can't.
It's MIS612.
There was also
a white car
With 612.
NTM612.
I should eat
these outside
Because I
make crumbs.
Okay, Phil.
Hey, how did you
know my name?
Oh, we know
everything.
You know who
killed Fiona?
No.
Well, no.
No, I don't know that.
But you will
soon, huh?
G'day, mate. Hey.
Hey, mate, come here.
- Come here for a second.
- What?
Just want to have
a quiet chat with you.
What have I done now?
Fucking hell.
Let's just start with keeping
the language down, all right, mate?
- Now have you got any I.D. on you?
- No.
What's your name?
Fucking what have ID...
what was I doing?
What's your name, please?
Now I'll tell you
what I'll do instead.
I'm not interested in
what you're gonna do, mate.
Give you
a free shot, eh?
- Have a free shot.
- I'm not gonna do anything, mate.
- No, don't do anything.
- If you'll just settle down...
- don't do a fucking thing.
- Okay, mate.
I'll tell you what, I'll
fucking make it easy for you.
All right, mate.
Fun's done, okay?
- Now get on the ground.
- Fuck off.
You're gonna cop some
of this? Get down!
- All right! Fuck.
- On your knees.
Hands in the air.
- Dean!
- Can you get back, please?
- Get your hands in the air!
- All right!
Keep them there.
Don't make
things worse.
Go on, go and have
some sleep.
What about
this prick?
Please put it down.
Please.
He's going to be
all right. Please.
You gonna
behave yourself?
- If you behave yourself...
- All right, all right.
I'm putting it
away then.
I'm putting
it away.
Okay?
Now get home.
Go on.
Idiot.
He's gonna be
all right.
You know,
he's crying and upset,
And the first thing you police
say after his fiancee is dead is,
"oh yes, you have a..."
you know, owns the gun,
take samples,
piss and blood
and other things,
and turn the house
inside out,
and ask his neighbor
if he argue.
You don't
come to him.
You don't come
and ask him to his face.
You seem all right,
But most of police
are slack asses.
Sorry, mate,
just cleaning up some mess.
You want anything
before I close up?
I'm sweet, thanks.
- All right.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Jump in, mate. Sorry.
I'm Constable
Graham McGahan.
I'm Craig Finlay.
F-i-n-l-a-y?
Yeah.
So how can I
help you, Craig?
Since the whole
Fiona frost thing,
I've been kind of keeping an
eye on certain individuals.
Oh, good.
Yeah, um...
I've been noticing
a lot of,
like, really
suspicious behavior.
- Like really suss.
- I see.
Little things mostly.
Things I don't know
if I can put my finger on.
The fact that no one can
be fucked coming here
offering you information's
pretty fucked, I reckon.
And I reckon it says a lot about the
quality of person that lives in this area.
- It's become a pretty shit area.
- Okay.
- Don't you reckon?
- I wouldn't know.
- What, you're not from around here?
- No.
Oh, we have a very high
shithead ratio here now,
With all the immigration.
A lot of Muslims here now,
People that own
the newsagent's now,
People next door, that Greek
cunt you was just talking to.
Yugoslavian.
No, not that cunt, the
cunt that threw the bottle.
Either way, I'm gonna ask
you not to use that word.
Yeah, all right.
Sorry.
What happened
to your face, Craig?
Nothing, just got
into a fight.
What were you
fighting about?
Some dickhead didn't know
what he was talking about.
What was he
talking about?
What were we talking about? What
are you here for, do you reckon?
So you got into a fight over
the murder of Fiona Frost.
Yeah, and them people
on the train.
No one gives a shit
anymore, you know?
Hmmm.
He's going, "was Fiona and the
people on the train connected
or was it some different cunt?"
And blah-de-fucking blah blah blah.
No one can get a word in
edgewise and I'm like, "right,
if you know so much,
why don't you go to the cops?"
He's like, "fuck that,"
and I'm like, "no.
If it's that big a deal,
go to the cops, mate.
Tell someone who cares,
unless you don't know
What the fuck you're talking
about, which is probable."
And he calls me a cunt,
then I say a couple
of words and you know... boom.
And who was this?
I don't know. I didn't
think to get a name.
You know, now I think
I'm an idiot 'cause
maybe I should've
reported that prick.
- Yeah.
- You never know.
Well,
We appreciate your concern.
Yeah, of course you do 'cause
you're told to say you do.
- Well, no.
- You don't seem that interested.
It's not that...
You're not writing anything down.
You haven't given me
anything to write down.
Yeah, I have.
Any relevant
material.
What's that
supposed to mean?
- Anything that relates...
- That's your fucking job.
- You have to put two and two together.
- I'm not gonna warn you
- again about the language.
- I came to you in order
To fucking insist...
fucking assist in your inquiry.
- Your language is getting out of control.
- People are getting killed.
I have to watch what I say?
Because you're a cop doesn't mean
you can't be called a cunt
if you're being one.
Call me what you like. I'm
not gonna argue with you.
I wouldn't.
I'm not going to.
You're happy just to sit
here on your ass, aren't you?
Look, all I'm saying, mate,
Is that to me it doesn't
matter who you are.
If you're a cunt in my face, then
I'll call you a cunt to yours.
You can call me
what you like, mate.
It's your taxes.
I can waste my own time,
but I have to
'cause I'm getting paid
to sit here and listen
to people like you...
people who can't think of
a better putdown than cunt.
What was your name again?
Constable McGahan.
"Mc" as in McDonald's,
Gahan as in:
If you can read,
it's written right
here on my nametag.
Do you want to borrow
a pen to jot it down?
No, I'll commit that
to memory.
Yeah, give your memory
a red-hot go.
I'll be interested to see
how that goes for you, Craig.
Would you like to grab
a condom on your way out?
So you going away
for Christmas, John?
Lakes entrance.
All right.
So when you check
into the motel,
what name do you
give them?
Mine.
Right yeah.
No, of course.
Why would I lie about my name?
It's a perfectly normal name.
No argument
there, mate.
What are you doing?
Looking for my cap.
You haven't seen my cap,
have you, mate?
Phil.
This one here is him dressed
in a pilot uniform.
This one here
in a karate uniform.
This one here
in a handyman uniform.
And a picture
in a police uniform.
Hey!
Lucky Phil,
stay right there.
I was gonna
give it back.
This is theft
of police property.
This is a jailable
offense.
I was gonna
give it back.
- Where is it now?
- Home. I looked after it.
That's a pretty
bloody stupid thing to do.
I'm not stupid.
No, I'm not...
I'm not saying that you are,
I'm just saying
It's a pretty...
silly thing to do
without asking.
I'm sorry.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
- Won't happen again though, will it?
- No.
Well, go on, get it.
- Bring it back to my van, all right?
- All right.
All right.
Hey.
I couldn't find a plectrum,
then I remembered that
you had one, remember?
I gave you one as a joke 'cause
you're so crap at the guitar.
Remember?
I'm gonna go when I finish this
cigarette. I've got my rehearsal.
Okay, I'll just...
I thought that
we'd promised...
I thought we said that
there wasn't gonna be
the regular bullshit
and lying.
We did. There isn't.
I thought that when you
moved in, that we'd agreed.
We said that we get so
much bullshit at work
that...
Well yeah, now...
If you're gonna poke
around in my drawers...
It's what the police do, Gra.
We poke around.
I can't make any promises about
what you might find then.
Sorry.
Okay, fine.
You're just...
You're a snoop,
so fuck you.
Have you got cancer?
- Hmm?
- You heard.
It's yes or no, Graham.
Cancer's not something
you get a little bit of.
Well, no then.
Why have you got all
the pamphlets then?
Because I've got Tinnitus,
But it's like idiopathic
at the moment.
What the fuck's that
supposed to mean?
Tinnitus is the ringing
in my ears, okay?
I know what
Tinnitus is, Graham.
It means...
it means that no one knows
why I've got Tinnitus.
A reason is
maybe a tumor,
but I won't have
a fucking yes or no
until the tests come back
and that could be
a week or 10 days.
So yeah, "Happy fucking
Christmas, Graham.
You've got cancer."
Yay.
There you go, Brigid.
Sound standing by.
Standing by.
Hey.
Hmm.
Yeah, lucky Phil
came in.
Said he was sorry.
That's your
Christmas present.
What are they
doing out there?
Someone leaked
the ballistics report.
So it was the guy
from the train?
Don't know, maybe.
- What happened with Phil?
- Nothing.
He was pretty upset.
- What about the dog?
- What about it?
It was impersonating
a police officer.
- What was it thinking?
- That's a serious offense, Graham.
If that were true,
we'd get done.
- Yeah, now hang on.
- No, look at us, Rhon.
No offense but we
are doing 5/8ths...
Bullshit, Graham, bullshit.
Fuck off.
You've got the...
whatsit, the ear thingy.
Come on, I know what's up your bum.
Don't let a grabstick
Like stouritis get to you.
Lionel told me.
You could've booked
the little shit for disturbance,
damage to property,
if you're so concerned
- about your time sheets.
- Look,
He was pissed
but he had a point.
Crap crap crap. He was
as full as a state school.
I suppose.
Don't get me wrong. I mean
his fiancee's, you know, dead,
so I've got all the sympathy
in the world for him,
- but if he's just
gonna go out and drink...
Good day.
Good day, Dean.
Come in, mate.
How are you?
Yeah, I'm good.
Right, I'm off then.
All right, thanks.
Thanks for that, Rhon.
So, you good?
Still a bit hungover,
actually.
Understandable.
Free shot.
What's with
the news crew?
Don't know.
Anyway, sorry about
last night.
Oh, it's okay.
It's cool.
- I understand.
- Understand?
No no.
Yes. Nothing I've... I've...
I mean, I've never been
in this situation
- where...
- Yeah, I know.
Yeah.
You married?
No.
- Got a girlfriend?
- Mm-hmm.
It's funny,
when you're engaged...
I got around a bit.
I never really
told her about it.
And this one girl
in particular never did,
so...
but it was kind of obvious.
I mean,
what's really fucked,
I mean, I'm supposed to be
more upset than anyone and I am.
I am.
The last time I saw her, we
just screamed at each other.
There was this guy...
or she reckoned there was.
And it was obvious
it was just to make me jealous.
I couldn't
even manage that.
I'm sort of off the hook
though now, aren't I?
I can screw around as
much as I want now.
You're a good
listener.
What was that town?
Up in Queensland?
What was the name
of the place?
You know,
little mining town,
They had to do DNA
on all those blokes, you know?
- DNA tests.
- Bullshit.
No, it's true, mate.
They do DNA tests.
How do you
give your DNA?
You don't give it, mate.
They just fucking
do a test
or something for it.
What was the fucking
name of that town?
Hey, Dave, it looks like you've
increased your Phil collection up there.
Yeah, it's the only way I
can get rid of the prick.
Expensive bloody habit though.
It's cost me five bucks a throw.
- No, bullshit.
- I bullshit you not.
Weipa! That's right.
Remember, they raped
that fucking girl up there.
Hey, Dave, give us a look at
that one there, mate.
- Which one?
- Yeah, that one there.
The one with all
the tools, yeah.
No, that one. Yep ye yep,
underneath the Ouzo bottle.
Thank you.
- Fucking little shit.
- What?
- Fucking little nuffy shit.
- What?
All that stuff was taken out of
my Ute the day before yesterday.
Fucking little cunt.
I got this theory
about that.
There's a lot of research
to support this.
Anyway,
What I read was,
The brain keeps working for
a few minutes after you're...
Yeah, I heard that.
So my theory is that...
Heaven or hell
Is whatever you're
thinking then,
In those milli-
or nanoseconds
Between your body dying
and your brain dying.
That's the eternity
everyone's talking about...
What you remember.
Your life, basically:
How you lived it,
your regrets,
who you loved, who loved you.
How you remember,
you know,
whatever,
that's all in there.
So if you are
a fuckwit...
then when you die,
in those 10 seconds
between your brain dying
and your body dying,
your brain remembers over and over
again all the times you were a fuckwit.
And all these endorphins and
stuff are released into your system
until it feels
like this...
eternity.
You are a fuckknuckle
for eternity,
and that's hell.
But if you weren't an idiot
all your life,
Then your brain
would remember that.
Your brain would
remember
all the occasions
where you managed
to not be
an embarrassment...
and that'd be heaven.
Could I grab
some Winfield blues?
It's 11.40,
thank you.
Phil, come on, mate!
I'm not gonna
hurt you.
I just wanna
talk to you.
You don't go taking
people's tools.
Got a lighter
on you, son?
Oh, no no no no!
Fuck off!
- Fuck off! What do you want?
- I want my job back, bitch,
And I wanna know
what I did to you.
- I don't even know...
- You don't recognize me now, do you?
You did before.
You did before at the cop shop.
I'm number three,
bitch.
- Number three.
- Oh god.
- I'm sorry.
- No, shut up. Shut up!
I just want you to feel like
shit for a tenth of a second,
- See what it feels like.
- Fuck you.
What?
See what it feels like?
Fuck you!
You would shit yourself if you
were me, you fucking cunt.
Fuck!
Oh god!
What if he...
What if he had
a picture of you?
What if he knew
what your name was?
You wanna scare me?
Buy a gun.
Can you hear that?
What?
You can't hear that?
What?
What?
Police! Police!
Hey, get back here!
- Get on the ground! You get down now!
- I'm getting down.
Are you all right?
What have you done, Mattie?
Look what you've done!
Laddie.
Is this it?
It's nice.
How did you find me?
The senior Det that
did the interview
said "she"
when he mentioned
the witness.
When I signed out...
There was only one girl's name
in the visitor's book,
So, you know.
Math.
I didn't know
what I was there for.
I was never charged so...
I mean, no one had
any idea it had anything,
to do with...
I mean...
if I knew...
if it was you
on that train then...
I'm sorry.
I am.
I know.
Hey, you should
probably take this.
I'll take
the dog.
I didn't want
to touch it
Till you guys
got here.
First thing
in the morning,
I'll go to my desk
and see a very full explanation
as to why this unit
wasn't attended.
And it better say something more
interesting than what I've heard so far,
'cause you and a mate attending to
a local you've become friendly with
from fuck-or-fight
Friday isn't...
what I want is
a decent explanation
as to why this unit
wasn't attended.
And I want you
to think about
where the investigation
would be
if you'd done your job
and there'd been someone here
like there was supposed to be.
Now you fuck off. I'll talk
to your super, all right?
- Graham, yeah?
- Yeah?
- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Don't worry about Noel.
He's tired and he's a prick.
I'm gonna need
a written statement
that the van was attended until
Yep.
And I'm gonna need
a report on the two arrests
- and the shot that you fired.
- Mm-hmm.
- Attention it to Melanie Ryan.
- That's you?
Yep, and it's likely to end up
on a press release
So don't get too creative.
So what, now I drive?
Oh, Graham!
Are you okay?
What? What?
- It's okay.
- What?
Just get off me!
Just get off me!
Get off me
for a second!
Fuck!
What are you doing?
Can you just...
I can't hear you.
I can't hear you!
I can't hear
a fucking thing.
Oh fuck. No, it's all right.
It's all right.
Okay, I'm not
gonna cry.
Oh fuck.
Fuck!
I can't hear
anything.
Just this fucking noise
in my fucking head.
It's going...
It's all I can hear is that...
What?
Can't.
Oh!
No.
No!
So why'd he give it
back to you?
'Course he could've
brought it here himself.
It's easy enough
to get my address if he wants it.
There's absolutely
no way...
No, it's a piece of piss.
He's already got my name.
It's right there on the photo.
All he needs to do is think up some
bullshit reason to go to the C.I.B.,
Like, "my wallet got stolen"
or something.
Then when they get him to sign in
to the visitor's book,
He'd see my name and my address there,
wouldn't he?
You saw me put it in there
on the day of the lineup.
That's a very
unlikely scenario.
Right.
- It's working.
- Shush.
It's doing the trick.
What is it?
It's a "G."
"G" for Graham.
So what's in your head is
the opposite of you.
So you know how
if your mom takes a picture
of you
in your uniform,
and on the negative
the uniform will come out yellow
and your skin will look green?
Not really
but okay.
And if you were on her front
porch, on her front lawn,
it would
come out red?
- Mmm.
- So every color has an opposite.
So purple's
kind of green,
and orange...
can't remember.
But every note
has an opposite.
And every sound
has a reflection of itself,
And they cancel
themselves out.
Microphones do it.
It's called phasing.
Well, it works.
Works a treat.
It's just harmonics,
Graham.
It's easy.
It's really
really easy.
So that picture, you said it
had something written on it?
Oh yeah,
just some shit.
- And it was the girl on the train's?
- Yep.
- But it's been missing up until now?
- Mm-hmm?
- So the guy who...
- No, we're not going down that...
- I would think about it.
- No, no thanks.
Seriously.
Hey.
Thanks, Gra.
You too.
How's Phil?
Oh, he's all right.
Not great.
- Merry Christmas, Graham.
- Yeah.
Hey, good work
last night.
Fuck you.
Where were you when I needed you?
Bloody rollerblades
would've come in handy.
I don't know about you. I had a bit
of a stitch after that run last night.
Actually you were...
- that was fucking...
- Oh yeah,
Bit of contact
negotiation.
Rhonda told me that Rhodes's
Ute got trashed last night.
Yeah, I thought
you'd be upset.
You wouldn't know anything
about that though, would you?
Me?
No, wouldn't know
anything about that.
I went straight home
after all that excitement.
Yeah, no.
I'm just saying
that whoever did,
Needn't worry,
'cause right now,
He's in more trouble
than the early settlers.
Well,
off I fuck.
Question.
What?
What made you
do this?
What?
- Become a cop.
- Thinking of signing up, are you?
Fuck no.
Got some forms here,
mate, if you want...
No, I mean,
you just don't strike me
as the sort of bloke.
- Thanks a lot.
- No, I mean...
No.
You're right.
I'm not.
I don't know, I just didn't
get the marks in school
to do much else.
They've got caravans.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Dean.
Hi.
Hi.
How are you?
I'll wait outside.
You're welcome to fetch
yourself some instant.
No thanks, mate.
Grab a pew.
We've had a few visitors
today, actually.
- I'm Lavinia Smart.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
I guess you would, wouldn't you?
From the photo.
Constable McGahan.
Got it back this morning.
Great.
Mel said that it was
you that found it?
Is she the one
with the harelip?
She wouldn't tell me what
was written on it, though.
I did ask her.
Twice.
Written on it?
Oh, there was nothing
written on it.
Can I smoke in here?
No,
But everybody does.
Do you know what...
You want to know
what I want right now?
I want someone
to look me in the eye
And say, "don't worry.
it's fine if you're
shit scared."
But no one's actually
sat me down and said that, you know?
I mean, they keep telling
me how brave I've been.
I'm not.
I've just been...
I've been scared...
and I don't know
if it's ever gonna stop,
or if I'm ever
not gonna be.
Because no one will
tell me anything.
Dead meat.
What?
Someone...
Someone had
spray-painted...
"dead meat"
on your photo.
Am I?
No.
No, it's bullshit.
It means he wants
to get caught.
- Does he?
- Absolutely.
There's a lot more chance
of us finding him than there is
of him finding you.
Really?
It's not about you.
It's about us.
He does this to try
and scare us.
The police.
Thank you.
I mean, you are
full of shit.
But thanks.
# angels we have
heard on high #
# sweetly singing
o'er the plain #
# and the mountains
in reply #
# echoing their
joyous strains #
# glo-oooria... #
There you are, baby.
# in excelsis deo... #
All right, come in.
Grab a condom.
Merry Christmas.
So what's the G.O.?
You kicking goals, Craig?
What was your
name again?
That commitment to memory idea
didn't quite work for you.
No, it did.
It was, um...
Gann or some shit.
McGahan.
Constable
Graham McGahan.
Still here though,
aren't you?
Still sitting here
on your ass.
Not catching too many
crims though, are you?
No, not tonight.
Tonight I'm watching
my girlfriend on "Carols,"
Though that may not
be of interest to you.
You don't come across
as the "Carols" type.
No, I'm into it.
- Really?
- Yeah, fully.
Shit, eh?
Saw you getting a few strips torn
off you by your boss last night.
Pissed myself.
- Did you?
- Yeah.
Easily amused.
You think you're hot shit,
don't you?
No, I don't think
I'm hot shit.
If I was hot shit,
I wouldn't be the clown
that ended up sitting
in a caravan on Christmas Eve,
talking to a...
What?
Guess.
# in excelsis deo #
# Glo-ooria... #
Bye!
#... In excelsis deo. #
Thank you very much.
Thank you all...
Fuck!
Thank you very much.
Thanks again.
Good night.
Thank you very much...
Ugh!
Aw, fuck.
Aagh!
Fuck.
Can you help me, please?
Help me, please.
I need help.
It's all right.
It's all right, shhh.
Shhh, it's all right.
Oh, baby.
Pressure...
pressurize.
All available units,
folknap and sunshine.
Young Street,
Sunshine South.
Approximate Melways
reference map 53 g11.
That is correct.
- shots fired,
situation is confused.
We have a report
of an officer down.
Officer down, 4-1.
Thank you, 18.
Officer down, 18.
Shh.
I'm Constable McGahan.
McGahan.