Felony Page #3

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- Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Cheers.

Together...

B*tch again,

dog...

- Sorry.

Hey!

- Hey, nice of you to join us!

- Sorry I'm late.

- Hi!

- That was awesome, mum.

- Thank you, darling.

- Honestly, I'm stuffed.

Young William

is in a critical condition,

and it may never be known

what caused his injuries.

Police are appealing

to anyone...

- Babe?

We're cutting the cake soon.

You know, if you're not

gonna tell me things,

then can you tell your friends

not to either?

You were shot at.

Red cordial is like crack.

Oh-hh!

- Dad.

- Hey, mal.

How are you?

- How are you going, Brendan?

- Good, mate.

- Sleepy.

- Jemma, how are you?

- I'm good. How are you doing?

- Yeah, good.

Real good.

Need a beer?

- Oh, God.

How'd you pull up?

- How do I look

like I pulled up?

- Hideous.

- Yeah, thanks.

It's how I feel.

- So, mal,

are they sidelining you?

- Uh, I don't know.

- Does your wife

actually know you're a cop?

- I'm sorry.

- It's fine.

- Hi, um...

- What is...?

- I'm a detective.

I was called to the accident

this morning.

I just dropped by

to see how you're doing,

but I should probably take off.

- Come in.

- Please.

- Okay.

- This is my boy, William.

My cheeky boy.

If you could see him,

he's so cheeky.

I almost expect him

to jump off the bed

and say he's been

playing a trick on me.

- I'm Jim, by the way.

- My name's ankhila.

- Yeah.

Well, I just...

I just dropped by

to see if there's

anything we can do,

I can do,

anything you need.

- Thank you.

Very kind.

There's only one thing

that I need.

Would you get that, Carl?

- Jim.

G'day, sir.

Could I have a word?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come in.

Did you get anywhere?

- Uh, no. Not yet, no.

Still got a little more

to get through, though, so...

- Oh, right.

Come into the den.

Want to take a pew?

- No, that's alright, mate.

I won't hang around.

- So what's up?

- Um, well, something's kind of

been playing on my mind

and I just wondered

if I could run it past you.

- Yeah, well, you won't

grow hair on your palms,

no matter

what anybody tells you.

- Um, this morning,

the hit-and-run,

one of our detectives

was at the scene.

Detective toohey, was it?

- Mal.

- Mal. Yeah.

Well... I...

It's usually

in a case like that,

normally, wouldn't we run

a full forensic on the vehicle?

Take the vehicle in...

Well, yeah, yeah.

Well, that's exactly

what we did.

Well, yeah,

but a thorough forensic.

- Forensics had a good look

at the commodore.

I made sure of it.

- They had a quick look at it.

- Jim, has this

just occurred to you

or was this

on your mind earlier?

- Yeah, it was kind of

on my mind earlier, yeah.

- Well, why didn't you

bring it up?

- You're my superior.

I didn't want to...

- You thought we skipped a beat?

No, not at all. No.

I just...

I don't know, you know.

I just wasn't sure,

that's the thing,

why the full forensic

wasn't done on his car.

- He's one of us,

and he's made a statement.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Yeah.

When I sent you

away at the scene,

I did it for a reason.

I did it so, you know,

I could ask mal if he had,

you know, anything to say.

You know,

to give him the respect

of not being treated like

a criminal in public

if he had anything to hide.

- So you just asked him?

Too right.

And there is no doubt that he

was clear and direct with me.

- Of course, yeah.

Because...

- No, no, sorry, Carl.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to come in here

and be a pest.

I'll... I'll get out

of your hair, mate. Sorry.

- No, no, no. Come this way.

It's a shortcut.

No, you didn't do anything

wrong, Jim.

I had the same feeling myself

at the scene.

No, the only thing you did wrong

was taking such a long time

before bringing it to me.

But, you know, it takes a while

working with new people

to start seeing

with the same eyes.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes. Alright.

See you later.

- Okay.

- A spotty dog, is it?

- "They came to a yard

full of dinghies and yachts,

"and round they went."

- Oh, why did you do that?

- "Except bottomley potts..."

- Didn't you know, the last one,

I saw hairy...

- He stuck? He stuck?

- Yeah, he's stuck.

- He can't move.

They asleep?

- Yeah, finally.

- You fancy a quickie?

- Hmm?

- Hmm?

We only have, you know,

today and tomorrow

and then we miss the boat

for another month.

Let's go.

- Okay.

...It's one, two, goal!

What a wonderful strike by...

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I just spoke to jemma.

Little boy's in a coma.

I'd say it's induced

because of the head injuries,

which is not as bad

as it sounds.

His name's William sarduka.

The details are all there.

The mother's there

most of the time, so...

Come on, guys.

Let's go. Ready?

- Bye, daddy.

- Yeah, say bye.

Say bye, babe.

"Love you, daddy."

- Bye, dad.

- Bye. See you.

I can open it.

- Detective toohey,

Nick jemanus, the day report.

We're doing a story on

the recent spate of hit-and-runs

in the area

where Asian and African...

I'm not authorized to talk.

Could we have a word with you?

- You have media liaison, mate.

You know the story.

- What's it feel like

to be a hero?

You were

in pursuit of a suspect.

Shots fired?

- Two shots.

Am I gonna have to take time out

over all this stuff?

- Not necessarily.

I mean, you didn't

discharge your weapon.

- Mmm.

- But in 2006...

- Mmm.

- ...discharged your weapon.

- By accident.

- By accident.

- Where?

- In the elevator.

I was dicking around and...

It was dumb.

So...

It was 2006.

- You look tired.

- I'm tired.

- You sleeping?

- Yeah. It's just been

a big couple of days.

I took a sleeping pill,

so I'm a little bit foggy today.

Um, it was a 'razepam.

- Do you normally take

such strong medication?

- No.

My wife is a nurse,

so it's just...

you know, it's around the house,

so I took one.

- Okay.

That's fine.

- There you are.

You about done?

He all better now?

Brain fixed? Tick?

- We were just getting started.

- Well, I'm sorry,

but I need to borrow him.

- Mm-hm. Sorry.

- Okay.

I'll catch you later.

One of your round-ups

from the weekend

is keen for a plea deal.

Uh-huh.

Which one?

Doolan.

Turns out he's an ex-cop.

Brisbane. Uniform.

- Really?

- Yep.

I heard about this business

with this Indian kid.

Oh, yeah.

- So it's, uh, all good?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

I mean, it was definitely odd,

but it's fine.

- Good.

- Come.

Ah, there he is.

- What does he want?

- He's gonna give us

three names.

- Three names for what?

- Possession.

- Possession?

- Possession

with intent to sell,

and my client's

agreed to cooperate.

He was manufacturing.

He was cooking up,

so, you know...

We want the communications.

- Three names.

Final offer.

- Mmm. Mm-mm-mm.

I imagine this whole business

is a bit embarrassing, isn't it?

For a decorated officer.

It says you were injured

in 2002, discharged,

and I bet they gave you

a pretty crap payout too, hm?

So, you know,

I get it, man.

Look, let's forget it.

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