Old School

No names, alright?

Hey, fellas.

How much he tell ya?

You need someone to open a door.

That's right.

Two minutes. Maybe less.

I told ya, he's the best around. Your share's 300.

Gonna be happy with that?

It's a peach, mate.

What are you gonna do if I say no?

We'll pack up and go home.

That's it, eh? No hard feelings?

Just gonna let me walk out of here?

I know that voice. It's Lennie Cahill.

You sure, boss? Yeah, that's him.

He'd be doing the door.

Well, you in or you out?

Is it happening? I don't know.

OK, you're on.

We got 'em yet?

Nothing. Hold it.

Oi, where are we? What street is this?

Why do you want to know? I thought the take-down was on Weston Street.

There's been a change of plans. This is Wiley Street.

Heard from undercover, they've changed location.

It's not Weston anymore, it's Wiley Street.

Why have they done that? Bloody hell. Wiley's miles away. Rick, come in!

There's a change of plan. It's not Weston, it's Wiley Street.

Roger, Ted. Take 517 and 520 with you.

Up City Road to Wiley Street, let's move!

Here it is! It's coming! Would you shut up?

Shut up! Alright, they're coming to you.

Let's go.

Car 32.

Come on!

519, come in. Yes, Ted?

How far away are you, Rick? We're not far off, mate.

Come on. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. Get your hands where I can see them!

Let's go!

Move it.

Go, go, go!

Oh, shit!

What happened?

Get back in the truck. Get at it! Get back in!

Jesus.

Drop your weapons! Police, drop your weapons.

Freeze. Freeze. Freeze.

Police! Drop your weapons!

Go!

Get outta here.

What are you doing? Open the door. Open the door!

Police. Stop or I'll shoot! On the ground! Get down!

Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground! Get down!

Down!

Get down! Don't move!

Urgent, officer down. Shot in the chest.

Wiley Street. Conscious and breathing.

That it? Yep.

See you next time, Lennie.

Won't see me again, boss. I'm retired.

We'll see about that.

Hey, Shannon.

Um, I thought you weren't getting out till next week.

No, today. Right, OK.

What should I call you? Pop?

No, Lennie. Grandad?

Lennie's fine. OK. Right.

Lennie. OK. Do you want to have a coffee or something?

Yeah, righto. White, four sugars.

Grab a seat and I'll bring it out.

Over there.

Who's the old man? My grandad.

The crim? Yes.

Someone's calling for you on my phone.

Sorry, only number I had.

Hello? It's me.

What are you doing, ringing me? You're out of practice, mate.

You've got a tail.

Who? Ted McCabe, over the road. Blue Commodore.

The dickhead.

What's he looking for?

See you tomorrow. Mum's place. Yeah.

Um...

..so, um, there's the kitchen,

there's only pasta and stuff, I'll do a proper shop tomorrow.

No worries.

And this is your room.

I wanted to fix it up properly

but corrective services gave me crap money, so it's a bit, uh,

it's a bit...

It's fine.

I've actually got a lot of work to do, so...

What kind of work? Uni. I've got exams.

Oh, you're going to uni? That's good.

Yeah, um,

so look, I, I know you were a full on criminal before

but just so we're clear, I really can't have any problems.

I have to pass these exams.

Yeah, won't get any problems from me, promise you that.

OK, good.

What are you doing at uni? You know, what course?

Law. Criminal law.

Interesting choice.

Thanks, mate.

Hello, again.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Rick, mate.

How are ya? Ted, I was meant to call you about the golf.

I don't think I can do this weekend -

Listen, mate, could you,

could you put a GPS trace on a taxi for me, please?

I can't do it. Dwyer is all over unauthorised stuff at the moment.

Rick, it's me, please.

I left something in a cab, could you put a trace on it, please?

OK. This has to be the last time.

Hm. G'day, Ken.

It's good to be back after all these years. Bali's overrated.

Sunshine, rain,

rice, more sunshine.

All gets a bit boring.

Sounds tough.

I appreciate what you went through, Lennie.

You did some hard time, kept your mouth shut.

I don't need a speech, Ken. Just want my 300K.

Money's gone.

What?

I didn't get paid either.

What are you talkin' about?

When the shooting started, we separated.

I jacked a car and I went to the divvy up.

Someone had killed the florist. Shotgun blast in the face.

It was a bloody mess.

And the cash was gone.

We must've pulled five million in cash and gold out of that van.

Police never recovered a cent. Where is it?

I don't know.

Nobody was returning my calls, if you know what I mean.

I want my bloody money. Shit!

Hey, Len.

Want to get a root, later?

Brenda's is still open.

If we go before 5:00, there's a pensioner's discount.

Ken, you alright?

Oh, Jesus.

What happened?

He's dead.

You killed him.

No, don't be stupid, I was following you.

I didn't kill him.

I know that.

What am I charged with?

I'm not in the police anymore. I retired six months ago.

Shit. Whoa.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, what are you doing? It's a crime scene.

If you're not a cop anymore,

I'm getting outta here. No, you're not.

Look out.

What do you want? Why are you following me?

I want to know about Sterling Nickle.

Bugger off. I'm not a dog.

If I'm not a cop, you're not dogging, you stupid bastard.

Yeah, well, once a cop, always a cop.

Listen, your best mate's just been murdered

and someone tried to kill you.

Do you want to know who did it or not?

Marg, why are you home so early?

Oh, six-one, six-love.

I swear Ros is getting worse.

Did you see Cheryl's email? Ah, no.

She's asking if we want to do a side cruise up the Danube.

Means we'd have to cut Paris short by a few days

but the Blue Danube sounds romantic, don't you think?

I don't know. You don't know or you don't care?

Of course I care. Why don't you want to talk about it then?

This trip is all we've been talking about for the last two years.

Yeah, now we're finally going!

Well, let's do the Danube. Let's. What have you done to your hand?

Oh, nothing. I just whacked it.

What's going on?

You must be Margaret. Lennie Cahill.

She seems too good for you. He's helping me with a case.

The one where you were nearly killed by one of his mates?

Oh, he wasn't a mate. More like an associate.

We'll be in the garage.

Going to Europe?

Shut up.

Where Paris is, right?

You sure you're not still a cop?

What does that mean?

Bit over the top.

Listen, I was shot.

I was hospitalised for five months, my career was wrecked.

Why wouldn't I want to find out who did this to me?

Fair enough.

OK. Ken Mortimer.

Ken Mortimer.

Poor Ken.

He arrives back in Australia a day before you get out of jail.