01x06 - Asylum Seekers

[bunniefuu]

(upbeat music)

(gentle music)

- [Donna] You think you know someone, but you don't.

You live with them or you work with them

and you think you know all there is to know

and then, bang!

You're looking at a stranger.

And more often than not, the stranger is you.

(door thuds shut)

(gentle music)

(machine beeping)

(paper tearing)

(gentle music)

- [Woman] Omed, you said during your first interview

for a temporary protection visa

that you and your brother fled Afghanistan

because you are Christian?

- Uh, yes, we are Christian.

- [Woman] That you feared for your lives.

- And I promised my mother

that I would look after my brother, Yama.

- [Woman] And your parents, they're Muslim?

- [Omed] Yes, Muslim.

- And they're good people, they work hard?

They look after you?

You respect them?

- Yes, yes, I respect them.

- And this is how you repay your mother and father?

You turn against them and everything they've taught you,

everything they believed in to become Christian?

- No.

See, they understand.

My mother, she sent us here for freedom.

And she made me promise to look after my brother.

- Not all of us choose to follow

in our parents' footsteps, Miss Menzies.

- If you knew being a Christian was so dangerous,

why did you convert?

Why not stay a Muslim?

At least you'd be safe.

- Uh.

This is not just a picture.

That thing is my dad, that guy is my dad.

It didn't save my father's life.

They b*at him and they sh*t him in the head.

- You also say you're from the village of Gereshk.

- [Omed] Yes.

- Yeah?

There's a river nearby.

Will you show me your village on this--

- Miss Menzies, my client has barely been inside a school.

So let's not assess him on his map-reading skills.

- Perhaps he can tell me the name of the river.

- Yes, uh, it's the river.

- You live alongside it and you swim in it

and you don't know its name?

(Omed sighs and mutters)

- These boys,

they've never been outside their own small village.

So it's not unreasonable to assume that they would

refer to their own river simply as the river.

- Miss Delaney, I've already given you latitude

because you're new to this.

But you do your client no favors by interrupting.

Now, Omed,

can you tell me the names of the disciples

of our Lord Jesus Christ? (men shouting)

(window shatters)

(Delaney screaming)

- Get away from the window!

Get away! Come on!

Oh, god I don't give a sh*t!

I got legal in here, I want it protected!

(men shouting)

(molotov cocktail shattering)

- Get back!

- No! Yama!

Yama!

- Yeah get us some fire extinguishers in here now!

(Omed speaking foreign language)

- I've got him, Omed!

I've got him!

(tense music)

(men shouting)

- I've read Guido's report

and there's just a

couple of points that I'd like to clarify.

It says here that you met this Daniel Crane in a club.

- Yes.

- And he threatened you?

It's just that report's just a bit ambiguous.

Did he thr*aten you at the club?

- I met him at a club.

We hit it off.

I took him back to my place,

which is where he turned nasty.

I dealt with it.

End of story.

- That's where you're wrong.

It's not the end of the story.

I'm sending you to a police psychiatrist.

(telephone rings)

Inspector Kostas.

How serious?

(sirens wailing)

(tense music)

- I'm not leaving until I find Omed.

Yama needs his brother.

- Don't worry about the boy.

Someone will look after him.

- The boy needs medical attention.

- Yes, which he'll get as soon as the place is secure.

- Hello.

- Sorry, uh.

- Hi.

Could you take care of this boy, please?

- [Woman] Sure.

- His name's...

His name is Yama. - Uh-huh.

- He has a brother, Omed.

- Omed.

Right.

(reporters clamoring)

- Well, that's not exactly helping their cause, is it?

(men shouting)

- Hey!

Switch the hose off!

Switch the hose off!

Oi!

Switch the hose off!

Get it off him!

- Miss Delaney--

- That was not an interview, that was an interrogation.

- [Guido] Oh, what's she doing here?

- Madeleine?

Oh, she's got clients here.

- Oh, a defense lawyer with a conscious.

Must be a first.

- Hey there, are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

(men shouting)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey, you cut yourself.

Come here.

You okay?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - Here, let me.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hang on a second.

You've got blood.

- I'm fine.

I thought um...

I thought Immigration would be here handling this one.

- Yeah, well, one of the guards has been injured,

so they called us down.

- I count in total.

- ? How'd they escape?

- Out through here and onto the next roof.

- "The Great Escape," isn't it?

Top movie.

Except for that bit where the Nazis take out

the escapees and sh**t 'em all.

- William Solomons was an employee

who was trying to do his job

and was beaten viciously.

He has a wife and three teenage daughters.

- Okay, we need to get a list of names

of all the ones that went missing.

Right? Photo ID's and everything.

- You still think you can excuse this kind of behavior?

- Yeah, we need to get Crime Scene down here

and uh, test how many different--

- Department wants these people found, detectives,

and the culprit punished.

- [Guido] Forgot to bring the electrodes.

What?

- You know, that mouth of yours is going to get you

into serious trouble one day.

Maurie, can we have a look upstairs?

- Look upstairs.

You still angry about that Kosta thing, are ya?

- (scoffs) She's ordered me to see a shrink.

I mean, if anyone's a psycho, it's you.

- Yeah, well, don't talk to her too much.

She might find out what a caring, sharing,

beautiful, warm person you really are.

- Prick.

- Over here.

This is where they got out.

- Yeah, there's a ladder.

That's outside help.

- Friends waiting?

- Yeah.

Razor wire. Kinky.

Have you got this stuff at home?

(Cameron stomps)

- [Donna] Mr. Solomons, we know this must be hard for you,

so we'll keep it brief.

Can you tell us what happened?

- Well, I went in during the riot.

I saw a group of them, about six maybe.

And I just thought they were trying to steal food.

But I seen a couple of them had

taken knives out of the cutlery drawer.

- [Donna] Was it just six of them?

- It could hae been eight maybe.

You know, I don't know.

I mean, I tried to warn 'em.

Tried to reason with them that if they escaped

they'd stuff up their visas.

And that's when one of them dropped from the side

and knocked me down.

And uh, can't remember anything after that.

I blacked out.

- Did you get a good look at the person who hit you?

- Yeah.

Cocky little Afghan.

Always giving grief about his ret*rd brother.

- All right, you tell me,

why would a kid in the middle of an escape

want to hang around to bash a guard?

- Probably scared he'd raise the alarm.

- Yeah, but look, he's kicked his groin to a pulp.

Why hang around to do that kind of damage?

It doesn't make sense.

- Well, these kids grow up with that kind of v*olence.

It's in their blood.

What?

It's the truth.

Omed Alassadi, he's an Afghani national, age .

He's been at Winston for about months.

Got a younger brother in there, Yama, who's seven.

Um, now, Omed's said to be a bit of a hothead,

but up till now there's been no history of v*olence.

- We're wasting our time.

You know, once they escape there's no finding 'em.

Not in their communities.

You know, I mean six months ago, people escaped.

How many have they found?

Zero, zip, nothing.

- Let me remind you this is a serious criminal as*ault,

which means we give it our full attention.

Guido, organize a house to house.

Somebody must have seen something.

Talk to the younger brother.

And keep in touch with the boy's lawyer.

The minute she hears something, I want to know about it.

- Knock, knock, knock.

(elevator dings)

Ah, look, Ed.

She's still got her hooks into him.

- You're still sore because

she wiped the floor with you in court.

- No, I'm still sore because

she enjoyed wiping the floor with me.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- Yeah?

- Thanks for this morning.

- It's no problem.

- [Guido] G'day, Trace, how are you?

- I'm good.

- You're looking good.

- Thank you.

- We've spoken to the guard and he's named your boy Omed

as the attacker.

- No, there's got to be some mistake.

- [Eddie] There's no mistake.

His photo ID's out and he's wanted.

- That's impossible.

He's not the sort of kid to att*ck a guard.

- The guard named him straight up.

- You've already got a rapport with the young brother.

What's his-- - Yama.

- [Madeleine] Yeah.

- Yeah, so we figured if we go down there

to speak to him, it'd be great if you could be there.

- Sure.

(somber music)

- Yama.

We're here because we want to help Omed.

I know you want to help your brother, too.

(pencil scrawling)

(paper rustling)

So you like to draw?

Did someone bring you those pencils?

Maybe a special friend,

someone from Sydney who likes to visit?

Yama.

I have a brother, too.

He's about Omed's age.

I miss him.

But I love him very much.

And I know you miss your brother.

But if you don't talk to me, your brother could go to prison

and you won't see him for a very long time.

(tense music)

- I think that's enough.

(Yama banging head)

You're all right!

You're all right, you're all right.

Oh, Yama, you're okay.

You're okay.

No more questions.

No more questions.

(Ed exhales)

(tense music)

(door bangs open)

Did you have to go after him so hard?

- I treated him like I would any other juvenile case.

- This isn't any other case, Donna.

Have a look around you.

Does it look like a normal place to you?

- I was just doing my job.

- Look, the boy's getting proper hospital care.

That's what matters, right?

- You're after the wrong kid.

Omed just wants a safe place for him and his brother.

He's not gonna jeopardize that by attacking a guard.

- Well, we'll know that when we find him.

- Listen, I want you to ditch this immigration thing.

You don't need that sort of aggravation.

- I can't walk away from my clients.

These boys trust me.

- Well, they'll have to find someone else to trust.

Only, the firm doesn't want its new partner

scarred by any unnecessary pro-bono work.

(gentle music)

We had a partners meeting last night

and we're considering you for a junior partnership.

(gentle music)

Aw, I thought you'd be pleased.

- I am pleased.

Of course I'm pleased.

I just, I don't--

- Good, good, good, good.

I'm pleased, too.

Keep tomorrow night free, okay?

(gentle music)

Madeleine, find someone else for the immigration stuff.

We don't need it.

(telephone ringing nearby)

- I don't have an appointment.

We met this morning.

- Oh, of course.

Yes, yes, of course.

Come through.

I'm Madeleine Delaney.

- Irena Nedov.

- It's nice to meet you,

to get a chance to thank you for helping Yama this morning.

- I'm sorry, I don't have much time.

My son's waiting.

Uh...

I need your help.

- Sit down.

(paper rustling)

It's one of Yama's.

- It didn't come from Yama.

Omed asked me to give it to you.

- You know where he is.

Irena, this is serious.

The police want to arrest him.

They're saying he's the one who att*cked the guard.

- And is that what you think?

- It doesn't matter what I think.

If you know where he is, you need to talk to the police.

I can put you in contact with someone--

- No, he's scared and he's terrified for his brother

and you're the only person he'll trust.

- [Woman] I understand you met Daniel Crane in a bar.

- [Cameron] In a club.

Yup.

- He picked you up?

- I picked him up.

- Right.

Did you consider at that time that you might be

leaving yourself open to compromise?

As a police officer?

- Not at all.

- [Psychologist] And as a woman,

you didn't consider this could be dangerous?

(Cameron scoffs)

- What century are you from?

- Well, he did thr*aten you with v*olence.

How do you feel about that?

- People in longterm relationships get threatened, too.

All the time.

Uh, for being late, for drinking too much,

for screwing the neighbor.

I see it every day.

- Does it bother you to talk about your private life?

- No.

Because I love watching you get off on it.

- It appears to be making you hostile.

(Cameron scoffs)

- You think I'm being hostile?

- [Psychologist] You don't think you are?

- (clears throat) No.

No, hostile is when I tell you to take that report

and that pen that you're writing it with

and I tell you to shove them both up your ass.

Now, that

would be hostile.

(door slams shut)

(footsteps echoing)

- Hi.

- Hi.

Thanks for coming.

- It's okay.

Omed.

- Uh, have you seen Yama?

Is he all right?

- The police are looking for you.

- I know.

I ran away.

- No, not for that.

For the guard.

Why did you do it?

- He tried to stop me so I hit him.

- You didn't just hit him, you bashed him.

- What? - He could have been k*lled.

- No.

No.

I hit him one time.

- He almost d*ed, Omed.

He was hit many times,

bashed, kicked. - One time.

I swear on Yama, one time.

- Well, who did do it then?

Omed, if you want me to help you,

you have to tell me the truth.

- I believe him.

- If you are telling the truth, Omed,

I could look at the criminal charges

and maybe get them cleared.

I have a friend, he's a policeman.

- No. No, no, no, no, no.

- No, no cops.

- No, this is different.

He's a good man, he's a friend.

(tense music)

- Eddie, this is Omed and my son, Nicholas.

Omed, this is Eddie.

- Hey.

- Uh, mate, do you want to just give us a minute?

- You gonna be okay with this guy?

I'll just be outside then.

(tense music)

(vehicle door shuts)

(Eddie clears throat)

- I think the only thing that's gonna help you right now

is the truth.

Okay?

And unless you help me, I can't help you.

- You know, many people hate this guard.

- Why? Why?

Why do they hate him?

(tense music)

- Next time you cut a deal with a suspect,

you want to let me in on it first?

- Listen, if this kid's information is correct,

we got nothing to worry about, do we?

- Yeah, but he's escaped a detention center.

That's a crime, too.

Or what, we're just gonna forget about that?

- I'm not doing immigration's legwork for them, all right?

- We're all on the same side.

- Well, not necessarily, no.

- This is about Madeleine, isn't it?

- Listen, we're going to talk to a teenage Muslim girl.

All right?

That means you're going to have to do the talking.

Okay?

(car door slams shut)

- [Donna] Jamilla, Omed said that you were

when you came here?

- Two years ago.

- [Donna] And did anything bad happen to you

during that time here?

- The guard, the one who is hurt,

he was very kind.

- Solomons?

- He say...

He see how sad I am.

And he say he can help me get visa.

But must be a secret.

- He's just a guard.

So how could he help?

- He said he sign a paper

and me and my fiancee, Khaled,

we could leave this place.

- So you believed that?

- He said...

All I have to do

is be nice to him.

Do what he ask.

- And Khaled found out about this?

(tense music)

- So I must ask Khaled to give up his life to save me?

- It won't come to that.

I'll represent Khaled in court

and get the charges against him dropped.

He should still be able to apply for a visa.

- She's a good lawyer.

- And what if you failed?

What if they send him back to Iraq?

How could I not feel shame?

- Omed, being a runaway is one thing,

but if you are to have a future in this country,

then you have to get those criminal charges

against you dropped.

Yama needs you.

(gentle music)

- Almighty and merciful God,

look with mercy upon those

who today are fleeing from danger,

homeless and hungry.

And bless those...

- [Donna] The more that we want to know someone,

the greater the jeopardy.

The more we let our defenses down.

- The day when we will rejoice in His kingdom

of justice and peace.

(dramatic music)

- There's a runaway in there

and we're doing nothing about it.

We're in the house of someone who's aiding and abetting.

- We're trying to get a suspect.

- All my career I'm taught to deal in the facts.

Stick to the law.

And you're asking me to forget all about that

because you're letting Madeleine affect your judgment.

(Eddie scoffs)

- You don't really know me at all, do you?

- I'm beginning to know Madeleine.

- Listen, DIMA officials arrest runaways, okay?

It's not my job.

I arrest crooks, okay?

I'm just a cop.

(footsteps approaching)

- Khaled has an aunt and uncle already living in Sydney.

That's the address.

- Good.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

(somber music)

(body crashes)

(people clamoring)

- [Reporter] Excuse me, could you please tell me

what the lead-up to this incident was?

Who saw what happened?

- [Reporter] The public needs some answers here.

- Piss off!

Get out of here, mate!

Go on.

- Maurie, Maurie, Maurie!

What's going on, Maurie?

- She took a dive off the roof, mate.

- Yeah, and why would she do that, Maurie?

- Well, mate, young woman in this place,

no family to look after her.

- Maurie, we gotta ask you some questions.

We need to know about Solomons--

- You know what?

You know what the trouble is?

You start putting people in places like this,

behind cages, and sooner or later

we all start behaving like animals.

- Okay, okay.

Calm down.

(siren wailing nearby)

Let's go for a walk, hmm?

(softly) Let's go for a walk.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, Maurie, that guard we spoke to,

keeps a journal.

Edited highlights of life at the detention center.

Page one.

th of July, we've got a year old Afghani bloke,

he gulps a liter of bleach.

- Jesus.

- Geez, no wonder our mate Maurie's

a bit of a tortured soul.

- Maybe he's a frustrated journalist.

- [Guido] You guys hearing this?

- [Eddie] Yeah.

Do we really have to?

- An Iraqi guy, he hacks through his carotid artery

with a safety razor.

And uh, oh, we've got a kid crushing

fluorescent light tubing, swallows it.

Geez, it makes you really proud, doesn't it?

- No one forced them to come here, Guido.

- Is that your own opinion

or is that something you inherit by osmosis

out where you come from?

- No, I just happen to believe

that we have a right to choose who comes into this country.

♪ Ding dig-a-ding dig-a-ding ding ding ♪

♪ Ding ding ding ♪

(Eddie laughs)

♪ Ding dig-a-ding, dig-a-ding ding ding ♪

- Just as long as I don't have to

chase the ones that get away.

Hey, we've clocked six inside the house.

None of them are our guy.

Can we go?

- [Eddie] Hang on a second.

(tense music)

Yep, that's him.

- Gray pants, blue top, shopping bag.

Wait till he gets in the house.

- No, no, no, no, look, just get him in the street.

Otherwise we've got to take all the names and...

(ball bouncing)

- Police! Police!

(man shouting foreign language)

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Donna] Spread your palms.

Take it easy, take it easy.

- You should have got home delivery, mate.

Bloody...

A dollar turnip.

It would have saved us all a bloody aggravation.

Go on, go on, be gentle.

Gentle, gentle, gentle.

(Khaled speaking foreign language)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Careful, careful.

Careful, careful, careful. - It's all right.

It's all right.

(Khaled speaking foreign language)

- It's all going to be all right.

- We're just going to take the cuffs off you, okay?

Just come in here, we're gonna--

(Khaled speaking foreign language)

- Khaled, Khaled!

My name's Madeleine, Madeleine Delaney.

I'm a defense lawyer.

I'll defend you, I'll represent you.

- Hey.

Back in the car I was being a smart-ass.

Sorry.

- Yeah, well you're always a smart-ass.

At least I know where I stand.

- These are diaries, the guard's back at the center's.

You might want to have a look.

- [Madeleine] I'll be your lawyer.

You okay?

The first thing we need to do is get you out, okay?

You're all right.

(Khaled speaking foreign language)

(Nick laughing)

- [Omed] Catch this.

Here you go, here you go.

You're good, you're good.

- [Eddie] Omed.

- [Omed] Hey.

- Hey, Nick.

Omed, I want you to know that we've got Khaled.

All right?

He's with us and he's fine.

Hey, you're going to have to start making some decisions.

Right, you either stay on the run

or you go back to be with your brother.

- I thought I wouldn't have to go back.

You know, it was the deal.

- Well, it's your choice.

- I'm not going back to the place.

And I'll bust Yama out before I go back inside.

- Why can't you get him out?

- I can't do that, sorry.

- Why not? You're a cop.

- Well, because there's these things called laws.

- Oh, you believe in laws that lock young children up

in detention camps?

- Well, unfortunately, I don't have a choice.

- [Nick] But you never arrested Omed.

- (laughs) Do you want to stay and have dinner with us?

- Yeah, sure. Why not.

(Irena chuckles)

- You know, if Omed goes back, he'll be deported.

It doesn't matter how good his lawyers are.

- [Rob] Hey.

I thought we had plans to celebrate.

- I'm so sorry.

I've got a bail application first thing tomorrow.

- Well, it better be somebody very important.

- I can finish it in the morning.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Um, I'm starving.

- You find someone for your immigration thingy?

- No need to worry.

(gentle music)

Just give me a minute to get changed.

- Sure.

(gentle music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Ah, I just had a stupid work thing.

You, too?

- Yeah, without the Armani. (laughs)

Do you want a glass of wine?

- No, I won't.

I've got an early start.

- Madeleine.

Eddie's putting his career on the line for you.

I think you should know that.

- Eddie can look after himself.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

We never really know someone

until we have to put ourselves on the line

and decide one way or the other.

- I know this is very difficult for you,

but did Mr. Solomons promise to help you get a visa

if you had sexual relations with him?

He forced you to have sex with him?

- Yes.

He promised he'd help Khaled, too.

But when I ask again,

he says there is nothing he can do for Khaled

and I must think only of myself.

- [Madeleine] In your experience,

would you say that Khaled Al-Rabee is a violent person?

- In the two years I've known him, he's been reserved,

but always respectful.

- How many guards would you say

are involved in the practice of sexual abuse?

- This is not a commission of inquiry, Your Worship.

- Rest.

It goes to Mr. Rabee's state of mind.

You tied her up in her own misery

and you assaulted her.

For four months this went on.

And that's why you falsely identified Omed Alassadi

as your attacker, isn't it, Mr. Solomons?

Because you knew that if you named Khaled

then there was a danger that someone might find out

you were assaulting his fiancee.

- It's not true.

- [Madeleine] We have Mr. Taplelu's evidence.

He's told us about the assaults.

- [Solomons] Yeah, well, he's lying.

- So, everyone's lying except you, Mr. Solomons?

Well, I put it to you that this normally quiet

and respectful young man found out

you were using your position at the detention center

(door clicks open) for--

Found out you were using your position of power

at the detention center soliciting sexual favors

from the woman he loved

and he did the only thing he could to protect her.

- I never touched her.

- You forced her to have sex with you

and then Khaled found out about it and tried to stop you.

Isn't that right, Mr. Solomons?

- I never forced her to do anything.

Look.

Some of these women, they've been locked up

one, sometimes two years.

And they get urges.

Just like everybody else.

- Oh, you're a real Mother Teresa.

- [Bailiff] Court all rise, please.

(door bangs shut)

- Miss Delaney.

Mr. Rabee.

No matter what the circumstances,

it is not acceptable for anyone in this country

to take the law into their own hands.

I therefore have no option

but to find you guilty.

But that said, due to mitigating circumstances,

it is my decision to place you on a good behavior bond

for a period of three years.

And I also direct that no conviction be recorded

against you.

Now, what this means, Miss Menzies,

is that this will in no way prejudice

Mr. Rabee's application for a temporary protection visa.

- You send me back?

You said you'd help me.

I'm not, I'm not going back!

You said-- - No, Khaled--

- Order!

- No, I'll k*ll myself.

I'll k*ll myself.

- He's fine, he's fine!

- Miss Delaney, control your client, please.

- No, no! - Your Worship, please.

- No, no! - Stay there.

Stay there, stay there.

Just back off, back off.

Shh!

Your Worship, please.

- Yes, well, if you've got something to say, Miss Delaney,

you'd better make it quick. - Please.

I wish to apply for an injunction

to keep my client out of Winston.

- Yeah, well, you know the procedure.

You have to put the court on notice.

- Time is crucial, Your Worship.

I fear for my client's safety.

He's a danger to himself.

- Excuse me, Your Worship, if I might have a word

with my associate here.

- This is the only way to prevent Khaled

from going back into detention.

- I am not going to allow my firm

to be tangled up in an injunction

against the Federal Minister of Immigration.

- But this is the only way we can get these

assaults happening to--

- It's not going to happen.

Your Worship, given the fact that any injunction

would have to be made in my law firm's name,

as senior partner, I'm withdrawing

Miss Delaney's application.

- Mr. Watson, you know as well as I,

Mr. Rabee is not your client.

- I beg your pardon, Your Worship.

What I meant to say is that my junior associate

will withdraw the application.

- [Magistrate] Miss Delaney?

(dramatic music)

(Khaled pleading in foreign language)

- Give him a moment with his family.

Is five minutes gonna k*ll you?

- I've seen lawyers like you come and go every day,

all trying to change the world.

What it comes down to is

my signature on their visa application.

- Hey, take it easy on the kids, all right?

(man speaking foreign language)

You got him off a criminal conviction, you know.

He's lucky for that.

- Tell it to them.

(man speaking foreign language)

- It was a gutsy move.

- Yeah, it wasn't gutsy enough.

- Well, you know, you weren't supposed to know

that Rob was gonna come in and pull the plug, were you?

(Madeleine sighs)

- Yeah, but I should've known.

(chuckles) Still got it.

Washed it and everything.

- Good luck charm.

- Eddie.

Just had a call from the hospital.

Yama's been taken there.

- Will you please get out of the way?

- I'm sorry, I can't let you in.

- Look, just move!

- There is a seven year old boy in there who is

very, very sick-- - Listen, there is no point

delaying like this.

- [Man] This is crap.

- [Woman] We've called the cops.

They'll have been here in a minute.

(all bickering)

- Back off!

- Hello.

Right, can we all just back off?

- This person is obstructing official

Department of Immigration business.

We have been here for minutes

trying to get access to this room.

We know there's a wanted fugitive in there.

- Well, he's not going anywhere, is he?

- (sighs) We want your cooperation

to see that she is removed.

(bell ringing nearby)

- Oh, fine.

- Thank you!

(dramatic music)

Harboring refugees carries with it a year jail sentence.

He can't have gone far, not with the sick one.

Come on!

Hurry!

- I suppose we should give them a hand, eh?

(dramatic music)

- Here.

(dramatic music)

Stop!

Hey! Hey!

They were nuns!

They were bloody nuns!

- Well, did you get a look at the number plate?

- Oh!

- [Man] Did you see the number plate?

- How was I supposed to see the number plate?

You were here first.

Didn't you get the number plate?

Jesus, what are you people doing?

- I guarantee you people

someone's gonna get their ass kicked for this.

- Oi!

I have just had the commissioner on the phone

demanding to know how two juvenile runaways

could just possibly walk out of a major city hospital.

Would either one of you care to enlighten me?

Do you have something to say?

- These guys have been evading the Taliban for years.

I mean, they're no match--

- When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

Now, get moving on that warrant.

I want a written report from you two

on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.

(dramatic music)

- I uh, took the liberty of choosing the color.

See, the firm looks after its partners.

- So long as the naughty girl toes the line.

Is that it?

- There's no way you would have won that injunction.

- You didn't give me a chance.

- Just trust me on it, okay?

Madeleine, the firm doesn't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose you.

Go on, get in.

Try it on for size.

- Someone's moving up in the world.

(gentle music)

Fits like a glove.

The big payola.

All it needs now is the personalized number plate.

Lawyer-.

- Hi.

- Just, uh, thought you might want to know

that we've got Solomons on three counts of sexual as*ault.

So he's gonna do time.

- You should've phoned it in.

Saved yourself the trouble.

- No, it's no trouble.

- Thanks.

- $, car.

Nice.

You got off light.

- Rob's right, you know.

I probably wouldn't have won.

- [Rob] Anyway, take it for a spin, see what you think.

- See ya, mate.

So all is forgiven, eh?

(keys jangle)

- This arrived this morning.

(paper rustling)

- Where'd it come from?

- I don't know.

No, you keep it.

Keep it.

- Listen, um...

Tomorrow night.

Do you want to have dinner?

Just you and me?

- Yeah, that'd be great.

Great.

(gentle music)

(Eddie whistles)

- What's this?

This a bribe from Eddie "I'll never break the law" Mercia?

- That's Chinese and that's beer.

You don't want it?

- Hey!

Get your paws off.

Just sussing out the cost.

- Yeah, well, I'm paying, okay?

So that's fine.

All right?

I'm paying.

(bag rustling)

- Trashing my career, forgetting my conscience.

- We're not social workers, right?

We're cops, we're just doing the cop thing.

Every now and then you just got to use your common sense,

that's all.

- Well, I hope she's worth it.

- Don't know what you're talking about.

- You asked her out on a date yesterday, didn't you?

See, I do know you.

I got you pegged, mate.

- Listen, all I'm saying to you is that

no one's asking you to change your beliefs, all right?

It's fine to stick to your g*ns.

- I know.

- Good.

Cheers.

- Up yours.

(upbeat rock music)

(electronic music)

(Southern Star fanfare music)