Total Control

Man: Oh, fuck!

What the fuck?!

Woman: Get it on camera. Get it, get it.

Are you alright?

Reporter: It occurred around 4:00 p.m.,

witnesses capturing the incident on their mobile phones.

Passers-by rushed to the aid of the first victim.

Reporter #2: At first, it appeared

this may have been a terrible accident,

but soon it became clear this was something more sinister.

Woman #2: What are you doing?!

Man #2: Hey!

What are you doing?!

Woman #1: He just got out and shot her.

Reporter #3: A concerned citizen paying the ultimate price.

The estranged husband had failed to turn up to a court hearing

concerning the custody of their children.

Reporter #4: Amidst the carnage,

a moment that can only be described as pure heroism.

Fucking happy?

Is this what you wanted?

Reporter #5: Winton woman Alexandra Irving

confronted the gunman,

acting as a human shield, bravely standing her ground.

Reporter #6: A moment recorded by many,

too confronting to show.

Reporter #7: Questions are being raised as to how the man,

subject to multiple intervention orders,

was able to procure a shotgun.

Authorities praised Ms. Irving's actions,

stating that the death toll would have been higher

had it not been for her intervention.

Reporter #8: ...from outside a courthouse in Mount Isa,

bringing the number of women killed

in violent crimes this year to 43.

Reporter #9: A regional health worker,

Miss Irving had traveled five hours to Mount Isa

that day to pay her mother's parking fines.

She has refused all requests for interviews.

And now on to finance.

The Australian share market...

Heya, Stephen. Alex.

I've got this one here for your boy.

Yeah, well, he'd like all of them.

But that's not the issue.

Am I gonna have to come out here again?

Is that a threat?

Yeah. You know why.

Cut out the soft drink. Take your pills.

And don't think just because you're a bloke,

you can stop mid-course

and flush 'em down the toilet, alright?

Then bring me out a couple of beers

to flush 'em down with. No.

I'll kill you myself if you don't take 'em.

Yeah, righto.

Well, take -- take all the dogs, then.

Take your meds. I don't want the meds either.

Your boy'll like the dogs. Yeah.

Well, take him this one.

Hughie, hop up. Hop up, Omo.

Omo, hop in.

Look. They all want to go with ya.

Stephen... Alex.

...take them mongrel dogs.Righto, boys, let's go.

We'd better go. Come on.

Get out of here. Omo.

Hughie.

Hello.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Alexandra Irving.

Is she in?

You a journo? No.

Mormon, then.

You're wasting your time.

I'm from the Prime Minister's office.

My name's Jonathan Cosgrove.

Well, Alex isn't home from work yet.

Well, could I wait inside?

I like the decor.

93 years old.

Never missed a day's work in her life.

Now, you show me someone else

who'll give that kind of service.

I agree with you, Mrs. Irving.

I'm a massive fan of the Queen.

Hey, Alex.

Yeah, good on ya!

Those bloody mob next door!

Here she is.I swear, I'm gonna kill 'em.

Miss Irving. Jonathan Cosgrove.

I left a couple of messages.

Manners.

I didn't ask him to come here.

Why'd you invite him inside, anyway?

Because it's my house.

You mind yourself, girl.

Okay, then.

Why?

Well, because Senator Hamish Gordon

has very selfishly gone and died,

and he's left the party without a majority in the Senate.

Gordon was a dickhead.

Yes. But he was our dickhead.

You know what I mean.

Why me?

Well, the Prime Minister's very impressed

with your commitment to local issues

while serving on the local council.

And furthermore, your track record of service

in the armed forces...

I was in transport.

...and your focus on personal responsibility

rather than welfare handouts show you to be

an ideal candidate to represent this government.

Don't bullshit me, Jonathan.

And you faced down a gunman.

The footage went viral.

We have an election in six months.

Thanks, but no.

She's offering you a seat in the Senate.

She wants me that badly, she can ask me herself.

Why would you say no?

It's a bloody stupid idea.

Look...

some say we have a woman problem...

No.

The problem is that you don't have enough women.

Well, the Prime Minister's a woman.

And she believes you're the right person for the Senate,

and I support her 100%.

See? Even you think it's bullshit.

Tell your mother thanks for the tea.

Yeah, it's alright for you, Charlie.

You probably get asked to go into Parliament every day.

Look, I still can't believe it.

We bust our asses for decades

and suddenly those right-wing pricks you voted for

go running after any black woman with a trending hashtag

and just throw her a seat in the Senate.

Alex. Alex?

Reception's crap. You're going in and out.

How's Mum?

Our roof needs fixing.

How's the student body treating you?

Be nice.

Honestly, sis...

...they just want a pet Aborigine.

Is that who you are?

It was a joke.

Obviously.

I'll talk to you later, Charlie.

Oi!

Oi, I'm talking to you.

Oi, dickhead.

If we was in an emergency, we'd be fucked!

Guard: Shut up, Maclean!

You gonna make me? Huh?

I've already told you, shut up in there!

Come on! Let me out!

Get your hand off that fucking bell!

-Open the door, you prick! -Come on!

Last chance in there.

Dickhead! Let me out!

Open the fucking door!

Come on, tough guy. Hurry up!

Alright, Maclean.

Suck on this.

Marce? You okay?

I can't breathe.

Grab my puffer!

Here.

Breathe. Help! Somebody help!

I can't breathe!