"Dad!" "Get on the ground!" "Seriously, how could you?" "Into our house, you bring a bag full..." "Maree, it wasn't mine." "My name's John Pinder." "I'm a detective with the FCU." "This fellow here, Bobby the Chisel?" "He's already on board." "I'm not a dog." "Don't tell me, mate." "Tell your wife and kids." "I give the cops what they want, we get our life back." "Open the door!" "Mum!" "This is Federal Witness Protection Level 1." "Change of identity." "There's no going back from this point." "You've put us in a crack house?" "The previous tenant had to leave in a hurry." "How do you think we ended up here?" "You think if was an accident?" "I cannot have a violent criminal roaming around on campus." "Why not?" "He'll meet with me, debrief, keep to himself." "He'll be invisible." "I'm not giving you Koz." "I'll talk about Nils, not Koz." "I need your word to stack up with Chisel's." "Why is this the only way?" "Because there are people who want you dead." "Troy, obviously, but you or the kids might do." "Hey, what are you doing?" "!" "Oh!" "It's six in the morning and you're out here crouched behind the car." "Oh, seriously, you're looking for a car bomb?" "No." "I was just..." "I don't know." "You see that van?" "Oh, no, don't look." "It wasn't there last night." "Oh." "Oh, really?" "Well, why don't..." "I'll go check it out." "Hello!" "Whoa." "Hi." "Anybody home?" "Come on." "Hey, here we are." "Take a free shot!" "What, so we're safe now?" "Is that what you think?" "No, it's..." "Babe, every morning you're out here, crouched behind the car in your undies." "I mean, do you really want to go on living like this?" "No." "Some mornings I put jeans on." "Come on, babe." "Come inside." "What is this?" "I asked for gluten-free." "You're coeliac?" "It doesn't say that in your file." "Everyone is." "We're not meant to eat this stuff." "Yeah, sure, Bob." "You said Troy Quigg was with you on the night of the 15th." "I'm not eating this." "Chisel, make some toast." "Is that a joke?" "I've been stuck here forever, Denallo." "I need a proper gluten-free, low GI breakfast." "And a conjugal visit with Hayley." "Or my blood sugar'll spiral, then me memory gets whack just in time for court." "Where am I supposed to get gluten-free at this hour?" "Have a guess." "If he moves, throw the bread at him." "I want a conjugal!" "So we're from Adelaide, alright?" "Why can't we be from around here, like we've moved suburbs or something?" "'Cause they're gonna know." "You know, when we don't know about stuff." "What about Melbourne?" "Melbourne's cool." "I don't wanna be from Adelaide." "Yeah, nobody does." "Adelaide is what Pinder said, and he's told the school, so they'll have reports and stuff in your new names." "God, we've been through this." "Mum, I know nothing about the city." "You know nothing about anything." "Mitch!" "It's OK, just be yourself." "Except not?" "Except with a different name and home town and everything." "Oh, nobody really cares about that stuff." "That's all surface." "You've just gotta show 'em the person you are underneath." "Oh, preach it, Oprah." "There's, like, so much mail for Arse Cream Man." "We're from Adelaide, from a suburb called Magill." "We moved to Sydney for your father's work." "As a uni professor?" "No, I'm not a professor." "I'm a psychology post-doctor." "I'll get it." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "We could just answer the door." "Fuck, Pinder." "What are you doing?" "What the fuck are you doing?" "I came to see ya." "It's OK." "It's alright." "Seven in the morning." "Are you serious?" "It's almost eight." "And I brought you a present." "New phones." "One for you, one for Lincoln." "Finally." "Only a week late." "Yeah, no worries, Bec." "Don't mention it." "Um, these are your authorised contacts." "They are the only numbers you call." "You do not call Queensland, obviously, under any circumstances." "It's a pretty short list." "You, GP, Chinese takeaway." "Ah, he's also your plumber and locks in an emergency." "But they're safe." "I trust 'em." "What if there's a fire?" "You call me." "Do I get one?" "We're working on it." "Right, so we're rocking up to a new school without phones." "Ah, we're gonna look like freaks." "Hey, Agent Pinder." "Do you want some toast?" "Oh, thanks, Tara." "That's kind." "Here, stop making him feel so welcome." "Go get dressed." "Oh, Tara?" "Hm?" "You'd be having a birthday, wouldn't you?" "Isn't that right?" "The eighth?" "Yes, that's exactly right." "Today's the seventh." "It's Monday." "Uh-uh." "Oh, you're kidding me." "Holy snappers, sweetheart." "I didn't forget, I didn't forget - I lost a day." "I'm so sorry." "It's OK." "No, it's not." "It's really not." "I've gotta get ready for school." "I have never done that." "Ever." "Ever." "How did you know?" "I was going through the paperwork and noticed the date." "We'll get her a cool present." "With what?" "I don't have any cash." "I can't access my bank account." "Yeah, look, that's all happening." "Yeah, you've been saying that for days." "Yeah, it's in the system, OK?" "I'll go to the bank." "Bec, you can't do that." "Explain it to them..." "Uh-uh." "Forget it!" "It all goes through me, right?" "Everything." "Banking, phone, bills, you come to me, I put it through the office." "Your office is constipated, Pinder." "Nothing goes through it." "I need cash." "I need to access my bank accounts." "I need them unfrozen." "We have to get Shaneen a present." "Tara, did you say?" "Tara?" "I'll tell 'em." "Today!" "Like now." "Wow, the..." "Meet me at the uni in half an hour." "Why don't you just give me a lift?" "I can't." "I've gotta take a detour." "And you gotta put some clothes on." "Try to look like a person." "'Like a person'?" "I don't trust him." "He's sketchy." "I'm going for a piss." "So, can I get better marks?" "Look, they're giving us fake school reports." "They could give us 100% everything." "Yeah, I could win prizes for maths." "That's not how it works." "You're still you." "That's sad if you're Mitch." "We're telling lies anyway." "Why not make it worthwhile?" "We're not telling lies." "Put the phone down." "Leave it alone." "It's not lies if you don't have a choice." "What is it, then?" "Hey, if it's not a lie, what is it?" "And why not improve yourself?" "Whoa, Mum!" "Look out!" "Whoa." "What..." "Mum, what was that?" "Um, I got confused." "I thought we were heading in the wrong direction." "Whoa, Mum, stop!" "Oh, shit." "Hey!" "Mum, what are you doing?" "You can't just drive off." "Hey!" "Hey!" "I have to meet the school principal." "Yo!" "Grand Theft Auto." "Shit." "# Goodnight, sweetheart Well, it's time to go" "# Do-do-do-do-do" "# Goodnight, sweetheart Well, it's time to go" "# Do-do, do-do" "# I hate to leave you but I really must say" "♪ Oh, goodnight, sweetheart Goodnight... ♪" "Chisel, mate." "# Do-do-do-do-do" "# I hate to leave you, I really must say" "♪ Oh, goodnight, sweetheart Goodnight. ♪" "Ah, listen, let's just... ..just try and put everything behind us, OK?" "Try not to let things affect you." "School." "Future." "Are we talking about Dad, or what just happened?" "I'm talking about the move." "The upheaval." "Right." "Dad getting busted for possession..." "Mitch!" "I'm just clarifying." "Mum, you hit that car and drove off." "I'll go back later, alright?" "Now, listen you two, you've got an opportunity here." "You know, you've got a chance to... to ch... to make something." "To..." "OK, shut up." "Let's just get our story straight." "Oh, I'm ready." "I'm ready to lie." "Mm, me too, Mum." "Let's look at Adelaide." "Yes, let me see." "Mum, you can't park here." "It's a bus zone." "I'll be, like, ten minutes." "You want to get a ticket on top of everything else, in THIS car?" "Bobby, what have you been eating?" "You just..." "You look all pale and puffy." "Nothing, just the usual." "I don't believe that." "Show me your tongue." "What?" "Poke out your tongue." "There, you see that is a bad colour." "Have you been eating junk food?" "No." "Yes, you have." "I can tell." "It's those cops - junk food addicts." "Nils, listen, I haven't said a thing." "First things first, Bobby." "I'm gonna buy you a decent meal." "What do you reckon?" "I haven't said a thing, I swear to God." "Nothing." "Where's Quigg?" "What?" "Troy Quigg and family." "Where are they?" "I dunno." "Where they live, I guess." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I couldn't wait." "I'm sorry." "Just got excited and made a mess." "Pinder." "Ah, shit." "Hang on, wait." "Sorry, mate." "What?" "I'm so sorry we're late." "That's alright." "First days can be tricky." "It's my birthday today." "Oh, happy birthday, Tara." "And are you a 'Mitch' or a 'Mitchell'?" "I'm an 'M-Dog', usually." "'Mitch'." "He prefers 'Mitch'." "You have an injury there with your foot, Mitch?" "Oh, I told you not to wear thongs Mitch is retarded, sorry." "Mum!" "He lost a few things in the move." "Oh, that's right." "You made the move from, um..." "Adelaide." "Adelaide, right." "Oh, this is Deb Vargas, Head of Admin." "This is Tara and Mitchell and Rebecca." "Hello." "You're the family from Perth." "Adelaide." "Oh, but your academic transcripts just came through, from Perth Central High." "Oh." "Yes." "We were in Perth, but..." "Yeah, we stopped in Adelaide on the way here." "Yeah." "Right." "Fine, OK." "Do you want to take Tara and Mitch and get them settled in?" "Sure." "John Pinder, leave a message." "Pinder." "Where are you?" "It's been an hour." "Call me." "Oh, about fuckin' time..." "Lincoln, is it?" "I'm Jacq" " Jacqui Macclestone." "How you doing?" "I've come to steal from you." "What?" "Have you got a copy of Howitt's Intro To Forensics?" "I left mine at home." "Oh, no, mine's beside the bed." "Here it is." "Do you mind?" "Mm-hm." "So, you're the new post-doc." "What's your area?" "Criminal..." "Psychology." "Oh, really?" "Yeah." "What in particular?" "All of it." "Oh." "All of it." "I'm mad for it." "Oh?" "Well, I'm about to give a tute on Crime and Personality." "Why don't you come and sit in?" "Oh, no..." "No, really, they're a particularly uninteresting group of kids." "It'd be great to have a fresh input." "Um..." "This is Lincoln Swift." "He'll be joining us today, OK?" "He's the resident expert in Crim Psych, so any tough questions, throw them at him." "The School Charter, Mission Statement and the Student Bill of Rights." "It all just reflects our primary focus, which is above all to foster qualities like honesty, integrity, respect." "I see." "We want our students to make the right choice in life." "Well, yeah, I mean, obviously..." "Yeah, I'm just trying to give you an idea of our aims, our emphases, the holistic approach." "Yeah." "Listen, Mrs Parker, I think..." "'Barker'." "But you can call me 'Penny'." "They're good kids." "Yeah." "OK?" "They're not trash." "They were brought up with respect and honesty, and whatever that other thing was that you said." "Integrity." "Yeah, integrity." "They've got that nailed, OK?" "So... don't go thinking otherwise." "OK." "Is there a criminal personality?" "That's the question." "Studies point to a link between personality factors and crime." "That's a bit like saying crime is a disease, isn't it?" "Yeah." "If a certain person's criminal 'cause of brain chemistry." "Mm, this is where things get blurry." "People who engage in criminal behaviour, i.e. criminals, they tend to exhibit antisocial traits." "Antisocial." "Would you like to jump in, Lincoln?" "Shed some light on that?" "No." "On what?" "Well, for instance, recent prison samples show 47% of males with antisocial personality disorder." "That's a huge percent..." "Get off!" "No, most criminals are very social." "No, it's true." "Crime, it's a social thing." "# ROCK" "Seriously, are criminals biologically different to us?" "Are they naturally more aggressive, biochemically less aware of other people's feelings?" "No, not at all." "Your research bears that out?" "No, it's fucking common sense." "Sorry." "Yeah, research." "Yes." "Oh." "I told you that Pinder is suss." "He's completely sketchy." "What happened?" "We agreed on Adelaide and he sends paperwork from Perth, to the school." "Headmistress just looks at me like I'm a nutjob, and then she gives me this lecture." "Troy, I swear that she knows." "Hang on." "I've gotta take it, sorry." "I can't talk." "I'm in a tutorial." "In a what?" "Tutorial." "It's kind of like a mini-class." "I know what a tutorial is, dipshit." "I just can't imagine you being in one." "Well, I was, so..." "I even spoke about stuff." "Psychology and the theory of crime and behaviour..." "Yeah, yeah, you're Good Will Hunting, babe." "Listen, I, um... ..I kind of had a thing happen." "I, um..." "I sort of nudged a guy's car." "What?" "Well, it was your fault." "You freaked me out about, like, vans and stuff." "Well, what'd you do?" "Did you stop?" "No." "But I mean, do we have to tell Pinder?" "No." "Shit no." "Did someone see ya?" "He's disappeared, anyway." "What?" "Pinder." "He didn't turn up." "He's not answering his calls or his messages." "Troy..." "He could be in a meeting or something and it's 'Lincoln', OK?" "Dr Lincoln Swift." "I don't like it." "Pinder, I mean." "Yeah, look, I'll find him." "I'll call you back." "So you went to Perth Central?" "Perth, Adelaide, you name it." "Was it really central?" "Was it, like, right in the middle?" "I guess." "What do your parents do?" "Dad's a mechanic." "Uh, no, he's at the uni." "He's a mechanic at the uni?" "No, he's a professor." "A doctor." "What about you?" "Where do you come from originally?" "I was born in Newtown." "Oh, that's pretty cool." "Wow, you're an alien." "Hey..." "She just took my pen." "Yeah, she really did." "# Surely, never had a male" "# Under such like circumstances" "# So adventurous a tale" "♪ Which may rank with most romances. ♪" "Thank you, that's more like it." "Now, who else?" "Mitchell Swift." "You starred in a production in Perth." "No, I didn't." "I'd love to hear what you can do." "Can't do." "I mean, I..." "I don't know it, so..." "Really?" "You're not just being shy?" "It says here on your report..." "I didn't go to Perth Central." "It's..." "I mean, I did, I just..." "I don't sing, so." "I play football really well." "There's been a mistake somewhere." "Well, this is not a football club - it's a performing arts high school." "So..." "I'll play you the opening bar." "# Taken from the county jail" "# By a set of curious chances" "♪ Liberated then on bail... ♪" "♪ On my own recognisances... ♪" "# Wafted by a favouring gale" "# As one sometimes is in trances" "# To a height that few can scale" "# Save by long and weary dances" "# Surely, never had a male" "# Under such like circumstances" "♪ So adventurous a tale... ♪" "Hi, uh, this is Rebecca." "I'm calling about the car." "I'm so sorry about that." "It was the kids' first day at school and we were running late." "But I promise that I genuinely was coming back to leave a note, ah, and to, um..." "and to sort out the, uh, something." "Ah, so, um, I'll..." "I'll text you." "Uh..." "Whoa." "Sorry." "Yeah?" "Gas, electricity - it's all about to get cut off." "What?" "I've just seen the bills." "I'm not celebrating our daughter's birthday in the dark." "Come on, baby, that could be fun." "It'll be divorce if it happens." "You find Pinder yet?" "No, not yet." "It was broad daylight." "There must be witnesses." "We're door knocking the area." "Local cops are helping out pretty well..." "What'd he say?" "No-one's come forward yet." "They're working on it." "Where were you when he got out?" "Getting some gluten-free cereals and bread..." "Jesus Christ." "I think he was out getting food." "Oh!" "Fucking video conference." "Hello." "Let me call him." "I'll speak to him and give you the rundown." "Fine." "Just get me out of here." "Pinder, I'll sit in on the phone call." "Why?" "I can do it." "It's protocol." "Oh, for fuck's sake." "It's an extract copy of the birth certificate." "Is that OK?" "And what limit would you like?" "What?" "Credit limit." "How much can I have?" "Well, that depends, really... 3,000?" "Two?" "And still at this address?" "Mm." "OK, I'll just take a copy of these for the application." "OK." "Now news that's just come in." "The police..." "Lincoln!" "..streets around a Gold Coast highway..." "Hey." "Hey." "Thanks for coming to the tute today." "I appreciate that." "It was a shame you had to leave so early, though." "The students were quite intrigued." "Oh, I just had to get back to..." "Sue, what can you tell us?" "It has all the hallmarks of a gangland execution." "Apparently the victim, Robert Chiswell, was known to the police..." "Lincoln, are you OK?" "..he was linked to organised crime on the Gold Coast." "Police have interviewed several locals who were in the vicinity..." "What's happened?" "..now conducting an extensive search for the perpetrators, in full cooperation with their counterparts interstate." "Uh, Chris, have you seen this code before?" "Is everything OK?" "Uh, won't be a sec." "Kim?" "If you'd just like to stay comfortable for a couple of minutes." "Shouldn't be too long." "Oh, shit!" "Mrs Swift." "Oh!" "Are you OK?" "Oh, yeah, I am." "Are you?" "Penny Barker, principal, we met..." "Yes, yeah, no, I remember, yeah." "Oh, I just had a stone in my shoe." "That's my car." "Oh, right." "Sorry." "That's OK." "Nice." "Thank you." "Well, drive safely." "Yeah." "Tara Swift." "Elicia." "'Elicia'." "Is that not how you say it?" "It's not how we say it, that's for sure." "OK." "Maree!" "Maree!" "Maree, what happened?" "You were supposed to call me back." "I messed up." "I went to hock my jewellery." "My grandma's jewellery." "No." "No way." "I don't have any money." "Like, none." "I don't have a job." "I don't even have a work history." "Babe." "That paperwork that Pinder sent, it's like I don't exist." "What'd you do?" "There was a deal on at the bank and I tried to open a credit card." "It's a long story." "'Judge Irvin-Blake.'" "That's another story." "That's the person whose car I hit." "A judge?" "I am her friend." "Hugh Jackman." "You're hiding." "I heard you sang." "They said you were good, the boy from Perth." "What's with Perth?" "And musical theatre?" "Well, this is a performing arts school." "I know." "And either the cops screwed up, sent the wrong records, or the cops are evil." "Like Joffrey evil." "Yeah, I... ..I kinda love it." "Mitch." "What?" "You know you can't contact her." "Kelly Delicious." "I'm not." "Get off." "No..." "Sshh!" "My profile's been deleted." "Yours too." "Try Courtney." "Who?" "Courtney Robb." "She's got her photos public and she's friends with..." "Friends with Kelly." "Good." "Public." "Such a slut." "Yeah, I love sluts." "Look at all the pics." "Wait, wait." "Stop." "Stop." "Scroll back." "They're talking about crime bogans." "Drug scum." "You don't wanna read that." "Yes, I do." "Stop." "It says that we're dead." "It says that we got killed in a drug war." "It's a bunch of trolls, OK?" "It's got hundreds of likes." "Kids from our school." "Quiet, please." "If you want to talk, go outside." "Aye-aye-aye." "I would smash that." "I just wanted to get something for Shaneen..." "Tara." "Whatever her name is." "I don't even know anymore." "Is that everything?" "What?" "Apart from hitting a judge's car and doing a runner and going to the one place that we promised not to..." "Troy, can you not?" "No, I'm just checking that there's not more." "Like, maybe you blew up a bridge." "No, babe, I leave the..." "Did you set fire to the airport?" "No, I leave the big stuff to you." "Mm." "Lincoln." "Do you wanna go there?" "Chisel's dead." "I saw it on the news." "They got to him." "In witness-protection?" "Are you kidding me?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Oh, Jesus." "How?" "How did they..." "I don't know." "I've called Pinder, like, 50 times, he's not answering calls..." "Troy!" "It's, like, is he somewhere dealing with it, or..." "Or did he pull the trigger himself?" "How would we know?" "I told you, I don't trust Pinder..." "I think we need to go." "The paperwork at the bank." "It was suss..." "I hear you, but I think we need to go..." "And go where?" "Where next?" "Well, I'm not sitting here..." "waiting." "That stuff about Dad, on the net." "Forget about it." "It's all lies." "Is it?" "Is it, though?" "I..." "I want to know, Mitch." "I want to know what he did." "It doesn't really say - it's just a bunch of comments from randoms." "And stuff about us getting our throats cut." "Dad didn't do anything." "It was a mistake." "Mitchell Swift, Tara Swift, report to the principal's office immediately." "Mitchell and Tara Swift, principal's office, thank you." "Where are we going, and what is going on?" "For a drive." "Family outing." "Your dad and I decided." "Babe, you can't be at school on your birthday." "OK, you've made me go every other year." "Well, we've seen the light." "But, hey, if you don't wanna go..." "No, no, I'm down." "In you get." "OK." "Let's go." "So how was it?" "How's the school?" "Oh, my God, Mum, it's is premium." "It's got drama as a main subject and it's got music and studios and it's wild." "It's outstand." "Mitch?" "It sucks." "I hate it." "Well, everyone there's so cool." "They've got, like, mascara and blue hair and cute shoes." "Yeah, that's just the boys." "Where are we going?" "Dad?" "West." "Blue Mountains, maybe." "The Blue Mountains?" "Why?" "What's happened?" "Something's happened." "What are you talking about?" "Well. something bad's happened or we wouldn't be doing this." "Mitch..." "Mate, chill out." "One day at drama school and you're a drama queen." "Where's Pinder?" "Why, are you missing him?" "I do." "I love Agent Pinder." "I don't know how appropriate that is, Shaneen." "Tara." "Call me 'Tara'." "Swift, OK?" "Forever now." "Shaneen is dead to me." "And I really do love Agent Pinder, just a little bit." "Dad, you know your phone is, like, a GPS?" "They'll be tracking you." "Nobody's tracking me." "I'm just saying." "I saw it on Housos." "If we're running from someone..." "It's switched off anyway." "Doesn't matter." "If the battery's in, they can still track it." "OK, what the hell's going on?" "Nothing." "Calm down." "Take the battery out." "Mine too." "Lincoln?" "Bec?" "Yeah, it's me." "I need a trace on a phone." "Is this the Blue Mountains?" "Uh, I need five minutes to talk with your mum, guys." "Why don't you go and check out the park?" "What?" "Oh, there's a playground, whatever." "Holy shit, Dad." "Are we, like, seven years old?" "Forget it." "I'll go, alright?" "I don't care." "What the hell?" "We'll do something fun later, hon, I promise." "Hey." "Hey!" "I don't know where I'm going." "I got no plan, I got no idea." "Yeah, sweetheart..." "I'm just driving like a fucking mental patient." "Babe, just stop." "I can't." "Stop." "Just breathe." "I can't even think straight." "Have a go on the bear." "What?" "The springy." "The bear thing." "Come on, have a go on it." "It might help you relax." "Come on." "I don't know what I'm doing." "I've completely..." "And I don't know anyone in Sydney except people who..." "Except dodgy people who want us dead." "Great." "There must be somewhere we can go." "Without money?" "Didn't you live here when you were a kid?" "For about three months when I was five years old." "It's hardly enough time to get a handle on the place." "You know, I've been wracking my brains, but there is no-one that I can call." "So we go home." "We go back to the Gold Coast." "They shot Chisel and left him in the street." "I'll talk to my brother." "He'll talk to Nils." "We can sort this out, babe." "No, Koz and Chisel were mates." "It didn't help them..." "Yeah, but this is different." "You're different." "Not to Nils." "He doesn't give a rat's who I'm married to." "Why?" "Why you?" "Why does Nils want you so bad?" "I don't know." "I drove him a lot." "I was there when he met people and did deals." "What, more than Koz and Chisel?" "Yeah." "You know, Chisel, he's funny..." "was funny, but he's loose." "And Koz..." "Nils thinks Koz is just up himself." "You know, he talks too much..." "Yeah." "Yes, I have met my own brother." "So I was the guy." "I drove him, I hung out and I didn't say much." "The strong, silent one." "Imagine." "That man is pissing." "Yep." "They're really showing us the sights today." "Oh, this is like the weirdest birthday ever." "Ah, it's not over yet." "I'm gonna call Pinder." "No, you can't." "He's the only chance we've got left." "What if he sets you up?" "What if Chisel was his doing?" "Well, then I'm dead." "I'm dead." "I feel like I'm fucking dead already." "Here we are in the middle of Smithfield, in a park, waiting for The Last Supper..." "with the kids in the car." "Babe, please just let me call my brother." "Please." "So you're alive." "Uni bar, one hour." "Yep." "You know how many bars there are at this university?" "This one's by far the best." "Except I shouldn't be telling you that." "Why are you staring at me?" "Where were you this morning?" "This morning I was in meetings." "You couldn't ring me?" "No, actually, I couldn't." "'Cause you were supposed to be here." "9:30 in the office." "What, are we girlfriends now, are we?" "When did that happen?" "Hey?" "Hey?" "So you heard... about Chisel?" "I saw it on the news." "Well, that's where my day went." "Bad day at the office." "Look, if you want to punch on, let's do it in private... ..Dr Swift." "Is that all you got?" "It's all I had money for." "I'll pay you back, I promise." "Ah... happy birthday." "Here, you can have my chips." "How did they get to him?" "Chisel?" "I don't know... yet." "Think it might have been the neighbour." "Or one of your own." "Yeah, like I said, we're looking into it." "Listen, I'll be blunt." "We're down a witness." "You're pretty much it." "So I need you to tell me about this bloke." "No idea." "Oh, you met him." "His name's Garrett Toop." "I just wanna know..." "Give me one reason that I should trust you, Pinder." "Just one reason, 'cause right now I don't have one." "No, I told you, you give me information," "I don't send you back to jail." "That's how we roll." "Or how about I give you nothing and you got nothing, and then I leak your name and phone number to Nils." "Lincoln..." "I've just spent all day talking to cops." "Cops trying to explain why their guy's dead." "Why the person under their care got shot in the testicles." "My guy is still alive." "My family - you, Bec and the kids." "You're all still breathing, and that's because you're not in some dive motel, and you're not in Hurstville in that house in Deet Street that everyone knows is Fed." "You're not there." "You're not anywhere." "I took you off the grid." "I. Me." "And that's how you'll stay - alive, breathing, until you fuck it up." "Now, do you know this guy or not?" "If I did, I would tell you." "This is it?" "We can beg." "It works." "I've given us coins." "Is that Dad?" "Is he alright?" "Yep." "He's fine." "He's going to meet us back at the house." "Let's go." "One minute." "Go, go, go, go!" "What the fuck?" "I thought it was for my 21st." "Well, you deserve it now." "Are you sure?" "Dad." "Happy birthday, kid." "Ohh!" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "Thank you." "Hey?" "Hey!" "Mitchell!" "Hey, come back!" "Where'd you get the money?" "Borrowed it." "And how was today?" "Hm?" "That park." "That guy pissing." "Oh, my God, that was so random." "I mean, why are we not there now, Dad?" "Was it random?" "I thought maybe it was some place you knew." "I lived in that street." "Oh, get off." "No, Pissing Man is a relative." "He's your grandpa." "Secret Agent Pinder." "I was just in the neighbourhood." "Hey, you brought me a phone." "I wish." "Can I have a word?" "Dad." "One minute, sweetie." "One minute." "Go finish your dinner." "Dude, we are right in the middle of it." "The case against Nils has stalled." "They're not going to charge him." "But you've got my statement." "No, we needed Chisel to corroborate." "It's not my decision." "So Nils stays out... free?" "For now." "It's a setback, that's all." "I'm sorry." "We're about to cut the cake." "Here you go, my baby." "Oh, no, no, you've got to make a wish first." "I did." "I made one." "Come on!" "Here we go." "Here we go." "Happy birthday." "Hip-hip!" "Hooray!" "Hip-hip!" "Hooray!" "I'm looking at you as an accessory to murder." "Whoa." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Whoa." "I'll give you 300 bucks and I won't cave your head in." "I'm a judge of the District Court." "I'm serious." "My dad is not someone to mess with, OK?" "Everyone knows who Tara Swift is." "I don't care." "He deserved it." "We know, for example, that violent parents tend to pass on to their children a propensity for violence." " Koz was not there!" " Think he's protecting you?" "I mean, Chisel's dead, they lost their witness." "It's gotta be a setback." "So, did you hear anything?" "Not one phone call." "They will." "They'll ring you." "It's only a matter of time." "I can't sleep at night." "Every night I lie there, worrying about Maree." "Oh, my God!"