Bad Eggs

: Hey there, Crystal Heights it's time to

Both: Pass for cash!

: Live on Rock FM's Early Arvo Nuthouse

with Wacka and Mozza!

: Where you can get a chance to be

in the draw for this fabulous Mazda MX-5.

: Zoom, zoom, Wacka!

And as these people will tell you

the MX-5's the smoothest, sportiest ride

in these big brown-- -: Watch out!

: It's alright, we're with Zero Tolerance!

Stay back.

Mike: He's a very cool customer.

: One move and you're a dead man!

: I guess this is Zero Tolerance.

: They've blown it all out of proportion!

: The corpse of the respected magistrate was riddled

with bullets before a small crowd of horrified shoppers.

: Doesn't read very well.

: Can't you see what they're doing?

Respected magistrate.

You take out the word respected.

: You're still left with corpse, bullets and riddle.

: And horrified shoppers.

: You know when the Premier set up

the ZTU the press gave it a year.

They said, this is Melbourne, not New York.

Nine years later we're still here.

In all that time you know how many shots

the 240-odd members of this unit have fired in public?

18 total.

: Half of those yours?

: Yesterday you two fired 14 shots,

12 of them into a dead magistrate.

: You know a lot of talk back at quarters

have said that given the opportunity

they'd have done exactly the same thing.

Doug: They want me to sack you.

: Oh, come on, Doug!

We're so close on the Ridgeway thing, you gotta understand!

We're like--

-: Coiled springs. -: Coiled springs!

: I can't have you two working Ridgeway

with this all over the papers.

: Next week some other magistrate will be cut to pieces

in a freakish chain of unlikely flukes

and all this will be forgotten!

: Look, I'm sorry, uniform duties, has to be.

: Great, we're back in short fucking sleeves

because of an accident.

: Ben, I'm on your side.

If Ted Pratt was here you'd be--

: Yeah, if Ted Pratt was here.

: One time Lynn Squires threw out a vital piece of evidence.

Ted put him in a barrel,

pushed him down eight flights of stairs.

: What, out there?

: Uh-huh.

: What was he doing with a barrel in an eight story office?

: I don't know, he got a barrel.

-: What, from a local coop? -: What?

Listen, short sleeves, just till this blows over.

: I mean, who keeps a barrel in an office?

Classic bullshit story.

Unless he was using it to store rainwater or something.

Maybe he'd been forced to wear it

into work after losing a big card game.

: Mate, despite everything, we're not looking

too shabby on the front page.

: Blow those two blokes off the telly.

You know those two blokes? -: No.

: You know, ching-chicka-ching,

chicka-ching, chicka-ching, chicka-chow!

Chicka-chicka-ching, chicka-ching,

chicka-ching, chicka-chow-now!

: What is that?

: You know, ching-chicka-ching, chicka-ching, chicka-chow!

Chicka-chow-now!

: That's not anything.

-: You know it! -: You're making that up.

: Ching-chicka-ching, chicka-ching,

chicka-ching, chicka-chow!

Chicka, chick.

This'll all fucking blow over, I'm telling you.

Kid: Get out of here!

: For fuck's sake!

: Hey!

Hey, do you know who we are?

Hey!

: Alfa bravo this is gray unit!

We're under attack of the mischievous type!

Kid: Dickheads!

: Hey! (whistles)

: All right, I'm getting there.

So why'd this bloke top himself?

: Found some photos in the car.

: Oh, yeah?

: Yeah, let's just say the, uh,

respected magistrate liked to, uh--

: What?

: Something of a legal term

that has a sexual double meaning.

: Perform acts with underage prostitutes?

: A legal term?

: Don't know of its exact phrase

of putting psychological tests under ambitions.

Someone behind me, isn't there?

It's the worst possible--

: Mrs. Poulgrain, I'm Ben Kinnear and this is my--

: I know who you are.

Come with me.

: Why didn't you say something?

: I tried to say something.

: There's one detail I didn't give to the detectives.

Perhaps you might pass it onto them?

-: Mind if I smoke? -: Got a spare one?

Rodney's work files have all been erased.

: Couldn't he have just--

: No, I checked the history.

This happened last night five hours after the accident.

: Five hours after?

Can I use your phone?

Get a printout of the history, would you?

: Will do.

: Yep, tell him I got some new information.

Okay, see ya.

Okie dokie, Mrs. P., leave it with us.

Oh hey, and listen, I just I don't know

how many times I can apologize for--

: It's alright, Ben.

: I personally am gonna make this up to you, I promise.

Somehow. (fire roaring)

: Bit of a problem.

: Well, there's a lot of good words in this one.

Bungling dealer, terrifying inferno.

Same two officers, irony lost on widow.

Fucking idiots who must surely now be sacked.

Five hours Ted Pratt goes under the knife.

So far no one's been game to tell him about any of this.

: Hang on, what about the computer?

: Oh, you mean the one destroyed in the, uh,

Zero Competence Unit's latest public relations fiasco?

: Poulgrain's wife, she knows what--

: Stay away from that woman!

Jesus Christ!

Alright, in here.

Pendlebury and Wicks are handling this

and I've given them the Ridgeway file.

: Don't you worry, we'll get that prick.

: You guys have made a fair bit of progress.

I'll be quite happy to put this one to bed.

: I'll bet you fucking will!

: Alright, that's enough.

He didn't burn down an entire houseful of evidence.

: He wouldn't know where to start.

: You want me to get the barrel?

: Pendlebury!

I'll be quite happy to put this one to bed!

: Yeah, well, good luck to him.

: Ah, fuck him!

We haven't spent 15 months in the back of a van

just so they can swish in and cross the final T.

: We're off the case, mate, just accept it.

That's good, that's great.

You're a very well-adjusted man.

Terrific.

: That really shits me.

Doug's little speech yesterday.

Nine years ago when we all started together, yeah.

I've been here since day dot and up until last week

the fuck ups have been few and far between.

: When I first joined the force in '94,

you know what one of my first jobs was?

Every week I'd go down to Channel 7 and sort of

mill about behind the host of Australia's Most Wanted.

: The alleged offender entered the Quick and Go shop--

: So I walked through shots,

maybe answer a call, sign something.

I was pretty good at it, too.

Did some good work then.

Host: And wearing what appeared

to be a pair of drawn on sunglasses.

After a brief--