02x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

Someone's just opened the box.

Where's the g*n?

- What?
- Chelsea? Are you alright?

What happened?

That guy from downstairs,
he knew about the g*n.

You have my attention.

You have hours.

You put the money into the account
or this goes to the cops.

- Some idiot has the g*n.
- Who is he?

Well, Ray. That's the thing.

I have no bloody idea.

- Don't move.
- Whoa, whoa. OK, OK, OK.

Put it right on the ground.

Why do you want the g*n so much?

k*lled a young couple,
years ago.

Once the cops have got the g*n,
we'll send someone up to get you.

Will, your father gave
Kel Morrison his word.

You said that Morrison
k*lled your father.

He's got the g*n!

Mum, I'm in trouble.

Any reception yet? Nah.

I'm sure David's OK.

He said he needed my help.

Hey, dead weight!

Does this farm even exist?
Or is it just another one of your stories?

Yeah, it's just
over that next hill.

Pretty sure.

I could do with some help.

I could do with a bath.

Argh!

♪ It's where my soul,
my soul loves to go. ♪

Hurry up.

♪ Going places that I love to be

♪ Walking the direction... ♪

See, what did I tell you?

♪ You and me. ♪

Right, this is where we say goodbye.

- You still need me.
- For what? You're slowing us down.

Local knowledge.

I know this whole area.
And Queenstown.

He knows who we really are.
What if he goes to the police?

Ah, sh...

Here. Hold this.

Come here. Put your arms out.

Get in the back.

Hurry up.OK.

So, this is like
a fetish for you, right?

Meet some Kiwi man,
gaff 'em up... rope 'em to a chair.

Shut up.

Your friend's got trust issues.

If you don't shut up,
I'm going to sh**t you myself.

Chelsea, get the door.

(ENGINE STRUGGLES)

The battery's rooted.

- You gotta clutch start it.
- Chelsea, you're gonna have to push.

Oh, come on.

Look, it's flat,
it shouldn't be too hard.

Says the woman in
the driver's seat.

Look, I've got a bad back.
Can you just do it?

It's always something, isn't it!

Right, go for it.

(GROANS)

- Are you pushing?
- Yesss!

(GROANS)

- Well, can you push harder?
- Nooo!

Oh, that's it, that's it! Faster!

Holy Christ.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Yes, I did it.
- Yes. Yeah, go, go, go...

Wait, wait, wait...

I have the g*n.

What about Harry's kid and the women?

- They're not relevant any more.
- I want them gone.

They're loose ends.

Yeah, well, you want that doing,
you do it yourself.

Now I've fulfilled my side of the deal,
you give me back my family.

It's all organised. New identities.

A passage to South America.
And two million dollars.

I want the five million you
were gonna give Harry's kid.

We're talking about your
grandchildren here, Kel.

OK, Ray. Where are you now?

- Queenstown.
- Have you got the g*n with you?

I've hidden it.

I'll be on the first plane out.

I'll send you details
of a bank account.

Ray, c'mon, this is me.

Exactly. You give me proof of transfer,
I'll give you the g*n.

- Is there anything yet?
- No, nothing.

Yes! Yes! There's a signal.
There's a signal.

(PHONE RINGS)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Lola.

Oh, thank god!
David. Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I got your message.
What's happened?

- The guy who kidnapped me...
- Morrison?

He found me at Tan's.

I got away.

- But Tan's dead.
- Oh, my god.

I'm in the city, but I don't
know how much longer I can hide.

Alright, well just stay put it.
OK? I'm coming over.

- I'll be on the first flight. I'll...
- Lola! Lola! Ray took our passports.

David, have you got your passport?

Yeah, but I don't have any money.

What about the money I left you?

They took it.

OK, look, just... can
you get to the airport?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Alright, I'll organise a flight.

- OK? And I'll call you back with the details.
- Yeah, OK, OK.

- Call you soon.
- What? What happened?

- Morrison's found David.
- Is he alright?

He got away. Tan's dead.

Oh, my god.

I need to get David
out of Thailand tonight.

Wait, no, we don't have
any money over here.

We've got like . .

- Have you got any money?
- No. No, I'm not bullshitting.

We're gonna have to steal it.

- That's not helping, Chelsea.
- What other choice do we have?

We just need an easy target.
Cash till. Minimum surveillance.

But we don't want to deprive
anyone of their livelihoods.

We should have some
moral standards.

Alright, it's where
you earn your keep.

I mean, I might know somewhere.

Bongs and p*rn,

you're a class act, aren't ya.

You said you wanted cash only.

Have you got the thingies?

It was these or clowns.
I hate clowns.

- Professional criminals...
- Oh, shut up! - Shut up!

Which one do you want?

Don't I get one?

You're not a part of this, alright.

If it wasn't for you,
I'd be on my way back

to Thailand to be with my son.

Sorry.

Yeah, right.

Actually, you need
to keep a low profile.

Can you tape his mouth shut?

What? Oh, no, look, I just,
I won't say anything.

- I won't. I'll just be quiet.
- Shush.

I just won't say anything.

Are you sure you're up to this?

What? You don't think I can do it?

No, I'm not sure I can.

I need to get David here.

You ready?

Just let me do all the talking, alright.

♪ Welcome, strangers,
to the show... ♪

Kinky stuff's back there.

Everybody get down on the ground!

Or you'll all going to eat lead
for lunch... or dinner technically!

- Give me that.
- What? I had it.

Too much. Here.

Empty your till into that.

- You serious?
- Do we look serious?

- Not really.
- Hello!

C'mon, hurry up!

Alright, chill, big ears.
You know you're making a big mistake.

Well, we'll be the judge of that...
Fatso.

Gee, that hurts.

Hey! Hey!
Buddy, get back!

- Get back!!
- Give it here.

- Sorry.
- Come on. Hurry it up!

And... I'm taking these, huh. Hey!

♪ In the middle, in the middle,
in the middle of a dream

♪ I lost my shirt,
I pawned my rings

♪ I've done all the dumb things ♪
- Hey! Hey!

- Come back, you b*tches.
- Hurry, hurry!

- I'm hurrying!
- Hey!

- Go!
- Get back here.

- He's coming, Lola! C'mon!
- C'mon, start, you bastard!

- Lola, come on!
- Get out!

- Lola!
- Give me my money back! Hey! Oi!

- Come back here!
- No! Hey!

♪ I've done all the dumb things. ♪

Woooo!

, , .
So, the flight gets in around : , yeah?

Do, do you know which way this goes?

Mmm.

- Thank you.
- Well?

Goes the other way 'round.

- Yeah, no. The other way.
- Like that?

Mm-hm.

You know, you and Lola
don't strike me as a natural fit.

Well, you know nothing about Lola.

And you know even less about me, so...

I'm just saying I'm impressed.

- I didn't think you had it in you.
- You think I'm a coward?

No. No, I think you're
brave as well as beautiful.

Oh, please. You're a con-artist.

Everything that comes out of your mouth
is at least half a lie.

Which half?

The brave or the beautiful?

Thank you. Thanks.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, it's me.

Right, I've booked you a ticket, OK?

Flies out of Bangkok
to Queenstown at : your time.

Queenstown?
Why am I going to New Zealand?

Look, if Morrison found you at Tan's
he can find you in Australia. Alright?

You're better off here with me.
I'll pick you up at the airport.

- Yeah, OK.
- I love you, David.

- You too.
- Be careful.

Hurry up.

Hey, look. I've got these.

Good. You can cuff him to the stairs.
(GROANS)

Sure. Come on.

Sit down. Sit down.

Hands.
(GROANS)

Stop complaining.

Oh, they suit you.

(DOOR KNOCK)
Yep.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just want to have a shower
and then wash my clothes.

Yeah, alright. Go for it.

- I'll just wait till you're finished.
- Oh, seriously?

After everything we've been
through together, you're shy?

- Um...
- See, I promise not to look.

Go, go on.

Have you lost weight?

Stop. Stop it.
You said you weren't going to look.

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

It's not like
we've been getting regular meals.

Argh! It's freezing.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

I don't think I've said thank you.

For what?

For being here.

You're welcome.

Do you think Morrison's
ever going to leave us alone?

I don't know.

(GROANING)

(SNORING)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hello?
- Donna, it's me.

Hey. You OK? Lil?

Yeah, yeah.
How are you going?

I'm OK. I guess.

I'm scared.

Yeah, I know.

When can I go home?

Just hang in there, OK.

Just a few more days

and keep your eyes open.

These two guys came to
the door yesterday.

I just about shat myself.
I pulled a Kn*fe on them.

Turned out -
turned out they were Mormons.

I'm not... I'm not
brave like you Lil,

I... I can't live like this.

I don't know how brave I am.

I'm really sorry Donna.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Just get the bastard

who k*lled our dad.

Yep.

Dad?

Chelsea. Come say goodbye.

It's time, Chels.

(PANTS)

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You alright?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I've got to go out.

Where are you going?

Ray was driving a Rental car.

- I need to find the rental place.
- Why?

Because if we find Ray,
we get our passports and g*n back.

There's about of them in Queenstown.

There was a sticker on the back.
It said, Peak... Mountain... something...

Summit?

- Summit! Yeah, that's it.
- Yeah, yeah. It's near the airport.

OK, well, I'll come with you.

No, no... no, Chelsea. Just stay
and watch him. I'll be minutes.

Lola?

Just wait, wait.

At least take that with you.

I won't be long.

Can I help you?

Gee, I hope so.
I'm a bit worried about my husband.

Right...

Well, it's just... he rented a car
from here a couple of days ago,

and I haven't heard a peep
out of him.

Well, he didn't tell you
where he was going?

Well, we had a bit of a fight.

I mean over nothing really.

And then he said
he was going tramping and...

- Do you want to call the police?
- No. Oh, no, no, no.

Look, I don't want to make a fuss.

But your cars have those
um... GPS trackers, don't they?

They do. But we're not authorised
to give that information to the public.

Oh, right, sorry.

It's... just bloody idiot -
he forgot his heart medication.

Serves him right if he's lying
in a ditch somewhere. Sorry.

Look, ma'am, I really can't...

It was a black Subaru I think.

G-Y-K... I don't... I can't remember.

He's about five-foot ten. Balding.
And a face like a cocker spaniel.

Is this him?

Yep! That's my... John!

Can you just - just tell me
that he's safe. Please?

Well, there's no need to worry,
Mrs Marsh.

The car is right here in Queenstown.
It's at the Wakatipu Motel.

Is it?
Thanks for that.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

G'day, Ray.

- Dixon.
- Josh Levine.

So, did you manage to get anything
more out of that shop owner?

Oh, it wasn't the owner
who reported the robbery.

It was a customer.
I had to read him the riot act

just to get the CCTV footage.

It's a dodgy place.
Bongs, sex toys. Good target.

Exactly. Although the warrant
isn't for robbery, is it?

No, no. She was assisting us in
our investigation of a corrupt police officer.

So, any thoughts
on the reason why she's here?

There was a second women
in the robbery, right? -Yeah.

It's Lola Buckley.

She's the reason.

Where are our passports?

Gone.

- Where's the g*n?
- Gone.

Bullshit. Morrison's not going
to trust your word.

Not after everything
he's done to get it.

You can believe
whatever you want to.

Really?

Where's the g*n, Ray?

(PHONE RINGS)

- Lola?
- Everything alright?

Yes, where are you?

You said you'd be minutes,
it's been minutes.

Yeah, well, change of plans.
I've got Ray.

He was on his way to meet Morrison.
I had to improvise.

- So, you've got the g*n?
- No. He's hidden it.

But he's gonna take me to it, now,
aren't you Ray?

Well, come and pick me up.

No... look, I'll call you when
I've got the g*n. Alright?

- Just guard Will.
- No, no...

Chelsea, just... stay where you are.

I'll be right back. Alright?

OK, just be careful please.

It's touching.
You're still trying to protect her.

Oh, shut up.
Get out - you're driving.

Everybody get down
on the ground!

Or you're all gonna eat lead
for lunch or dinner, technically!

Yeah, definitely Lola Buckley.

It's just - it's weird... she's
got this control over Chelsea.

Really? She looks like pretty
willing to me... I mean don't

the case files have her caught
up in some embezzlement.

Yeah, but that's still being investigated.

Oh, you think
Buckley encouraged her to do that too?

No, no, no.
No, Chelsea's a clean skin.

She's confused, but clean.
She's got mixed up with the wrong person.

- She's pretty.
- Yeah, she's also rich,

what's she doing robbing
a bong shop?

How far to the g*n?

, k's.

So, how much are you
getting for this, Ray?

Eh?

Is it worth all the funerals?
All the grief?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You can make assumptions about me.
But that's all they are.

Oh, really. You're a dirty
cop who tried to k*ll us.

That's not an assumption.

- You don't know the first thing about me.
- Really?

- I was a good cop.
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm sure you were
a regular d*ck Tracy.

You made your choices.

So did you. Jackson Delaney?

Don't kid yourself,

we've both done things
we're not proud of.

Only takes an instant
to cross that line.

And once it's crossed,
there's no going back.

You and I, we have that in common.

Bullshit. What I did is nothing
compared to what you've done.

Oh, I'm sure you tell yourself
it was justified. Righteous even.

At the end of the day, you stabbed
your unarmed husband in the neck

with a pair of scissors.

Over his chicken dinner.

Don't forget that bit.

She shouldn't be on her own.

She's a big girl.

Hey, Chelsea, look, I know
you probably think that I'm an arsehole.

Oh, now you're a mind reader.

I did what I had to do.

You made me feel sorry for you.

I actually thought that
you had a right to that g*n.

I do have a right.

- OK, why?
- What?

No, go on. Tell me.

My dad was the one
that put it in the vault.

If it was your 'right' - why
didn't he just give it to you?

Because he was a prick.

That's too easy.

- Oh, sh*t...
- What?

It was that guy from the bong shop.

What are they doing here?

Looking for you and Lola
would be my guess. Hey, c'mon.

Chelsea, c'mon!
That guy's seen your face!

- Hey, Chelsea! Unlock me. Unlock me.
- Will you be quiet?

Those your kids in that photo?

How do they feel about all this?
You being on the run?

They need their dad.

You really think Morrison is just
going to let you walk away?

You're gonna give him
the g*n and he's gonna

go "Gee, thanks Ray,
here's your family back."

You're talking about his daughter
and his grand-children, alright.

What about you?

Even I know you're a liability, Ray.

- I'm free now, aren't I?
- Well, no. You're not actually.

(ALARM SOUNDS)

Oh, you're kidding me.

Oh, don't tell me
this vehicle's stolen.

Oh, brilliant. Stupid, stupid.

Give us the g*n, I'll handle this!

We're not sh**ting any cops today.

- What are you doing?
- I was a cop in Sydney for years.

Even I can handle a sheep shagger.

Look in the glove
box for rego papers.

- Quick!
- Yeah, alright.

- What's the name?
- Barry and Elizabeth Muskat.

Afternoon, Constable,
well, what's the problem?

Can I see your licence please?

Sure. My bag.

Mr Marsh?

- This is my wife, Cheryl.
- Hi.

We've just been visiting our
dear friends, Barry and Liz Muskat.

You don't know them, do you?

Well, Mr Muskat just reported this vehicle
stolen this morning.

What?

- Really?
- Oh, stolen?

Barry's a card.

Oh, in Bazza's defence, we did
take off rather early this morning.

We borrowed the old
girl without asking.

Yeah, well, we didn't want to wake them up.
We had bit of a big night. Y'know?

- Yeah.
- Didn't we, darling.

I ask you to turn the engine off and both step
out of the vehicle, please.

Oh, but we're on our way
back to the farm now, so I...

No, I'm afraid you're going to
have to travel with me back

to the station, to clear all this up.

Constable, all that
unnecessary paperwork? Really?

Out.

Oh, yeah, you really handled
that sheep shagger, didn't you, Ray?

Hinkley to base, do you copy, over?

What are you doing? Ray? Ray!

I'm not the bad guy, Lola.

Come on mate, you'll be right.

- Hey, fellas. What's going on?
- Where are the women?

The women? Oh, mate. I wish.

Hey, what are you doing?

The manager said there were
two women staying here?

Well, the Manager's wrong.
It's just me, mate.

Hey, seriously mate.
It's just me here.

(PHONE VIBRATES)
Oh, sh...

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Oh, that's just mine.
Probably mum.

Hello Mum.

Go! Chelsea, run!

(GRUNTING)

Pick him up.

(SCREAMING)

Where's my money?

Where's my money?

Hey, Chelsea. Help me!

Go! Go!
Oh, sh...

OK, got it. Come on.

Bitch! You bitch!

(PHONE CALL FAILS)

Lola, the guy from the shop

tracked us down
and we needed to leave the motel.

Whatever you do, do not go back there.
Please, please call me back.

OK, bye.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Oh, sh**t! Come on.
Quick.

Well, come on.

- We're closed.
- Big night, fellas?

Few more questions, Leonard.

Look, I went through all this with you.
It was a misunderstanding.

It's alright. Won't take long.

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)

You got any idea where the people
who robbed you might have gone?

- Nah.
- So, you haven't seen them since?

- No.
- Could you describe them for me?

Two b*tches and a prick.
And if you don't mind...

The CCTV only shows two people.

Who was the third?

Thanks for coming.
Come back another time,

I'll see if I can't fit you
out with something. Hey?

- Where are they?
- No idea.

- Tell me.
- No idea.

- Where are they?
- Alright, alright.

It's him.

- Who's this?
- Oh, this is Bryce, Ray.

- He's alright. He's with me.
- Where's Karen and the kids?

Flying to you as we speak.

How are you Ray?
Got something for me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
No, it's alright. It's alright.

I'd be feeling exactly the same as you Ray,
if I were in your shoes.

Well, all of this it's just an
unavoidable necessity. That's all.

Show me.

New passports
for Karen and the children.

Proof of transfer...

...five million dollars into
your account, as promised.

You see?

I've kept my word.

Now, keep yours.

Give me the g*n, Ray.

I wasn't always rotten.

I was a good cop.

Decent husband.
And a bloody good father.

You're still a good father.

Everything turned to sh*t,
the first time I took your money.

And I've looked after you ever
since. Just like I'm doing now.

Because you are like a son to me.

I was too piss-weak to say no.

Give me the g*n, Ray.

Oh.

Oh.

All those years of heartache

and worry over a lump of metal.

Thanks, Kel. Thanks.

(GROANS)

Oh, god! (PANTS)

(PHONE CHIMES)

_

(PHONE RINGS)
Oh.

- Lola?
- Hey, I got your message.

Everything alright?

- We're in town. Where are you?
- Ray's dead.

- What? How?
- I'll explain when I see you.

I'm heading into town to
pick up David at the airport.

- And, I'll come in to grab you. OK?
- Yep, OK, OK.

See you soon.

- What's the story?
- She'll tell us when she gets here.

- Has she got the g*n?
- No, she didn't say.

Will, why did your father
have Morrison's g*n?

All I know is, the g*n
was used in a crime, years ago.

And then you tried to steal it?

Yeah, look, Dad left us
when I was seven.

OK? He just - he just cut
us off... cold.

And then I find out that he's -

he's dying - he's got pancreatic
cancer - so I went to see him

one last time. And that's when he
told me about the g*n.

But why did your father have it?

(LAUGHS)

'Cause Dad cleaned up the crime scene.

He didn't trust Morrison,
so he kept the w*apon.

Why did you go and see him?

- I just told you, he's dying.
- No, I mean... why?

Oh, I don't know. I just thought
maybe he'd look me in the eye and...

maybe say why he left us or say,

say why he never wanted to see me
and just say something.

He didn't even look at me.

I thought if you're not going
to give me that, then...

grabbing the g*n
is the next best thing.

♪ Heightened, enlightened

♪ Lucid and frightened

♪ Better roll on

♪ Try to tighten up the game

♪ 'Cause everyone's
got something to say

♪ Stay out, laid out

♪ This heart is played out... ♪

You OK?
♪ ..And I'm made out

♪ Like some wild bird of pray. ♪

- I need to get you a jacket.
- I'm not cold.

- You sleep on the plane?
- Not really.

- Well, did they feed ya?
- Yes, of course.

Yeah, it was plane food, isn't it.
It's not real food.

- Is that still hurting?
- No, it's fine.

OK, this is us.

Oh, sh*t. I forgot to pay
the parking ticket.

Let yourself in,
I'll be right back.

Oh, you need some change?

- Um, yeah.
- Should be enough.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, alright.

David?

David?

(SHE HEARS MOVEMENT)

- David?
- Oh, mum, I'm sorry.

Argh!