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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 sh*t.

- 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.

F*** 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 f***ing...

- 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 f***.

Question.

What?

What made you

do this?

What?

- Become a cop.

- Thinking of signing up, are you?

F*** 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

sh*t 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 sh*t.

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 sh*t.

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.

Sh*t, 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 sh*t,

don't you?

No, I don't think

I'm hot sh*t.

If I was hot sh*t,

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...

F***!

Thank you very much.

Thanks again.

Good night.

Thank you very much...

Ugh!

Aw, f***.

Aagh!

F***.

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.

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