Wanted

Oh, shit!

- Who's there? - It's me!

What?

Where are we?

- We're in a car boot. - Yeah, I got that. Oh, God.

How long have I been out?

Seven minutes.

Oh, sorry.

- Here. - What did you do?

- Oh, no. Hang on, there's a... - Is there a button?

There's a light... No, there's a switch. Hang on.

- Do it again. - I know. There. There.

What was that?

What's your name?

Chelsea.

Chelsea. That's a pretty name. Here, just...

Okay.

What are you doing? Please, don't do anything. I don't wanna die!

Chelsea, if I don't do something, we're already dead, okay?

We've stopped!

Are we gonna die?

Marina, aisle ten, price check grocery.

Got a Cyclops coming up.

Get amongst it.

Squeeze in. I'll put that through, if you like.

I'll call you back. Excuse me, I'm next.

This won't take a second.

Well, neither will these.

Thanks.

Just 'cause she's old means she can't wait like the rest of us.

It's not rocket surgery, Lola.

Just blip, bag, blip, bag. That's it.

There's no blip, argue with the customer, bag. It's just blip, bag...

Hang on, how'd that go again, Dale? Blip, bag, blip...

Okay, I'm not joking. That lady last week made a formal complaint.

Yeah, well, she had anger management issues.

They always do with you.

By the way, I've had to adjust shifts and you're off Sundays for now.

- What? - Just for now.

- I'll try to work out something. - I need those shifts!

- I can't pay rent without the double. - I don't make the rules.

- This came from up top. - There is no up top, Dale.

You're not working for the World Bank. That Sunday shift's mine.

You know, if I was you, I would watch it, Lola.

- You're standing on thin ground. - You can't just pull my shifts.

- No. - Fine.

- You can shove your job up your arse. - Here we go again. Lola...

And it is "ice", Dale. "Standing on thin ice".

See you tomorrow.

Chelsea? Need a word.

I'll sort this out. Get back to you later.

Just got off the phone with the auditors.

- It seems there have been some anomalies? - Pardon?

There's money missing from the Henderson portfolio...

- That's not my account... - You didn't work on it?

Well, yes. I did, but only as a favor to Brent...

No one is accusing anyone of doing anything.

We just want to find out what happened.

The auditors will need access to your files.

Right then. That's...

- Something happened... - I have some great news.

Good.

Steve got tickets to the Comic Con.

- Yay. - So, we can finally go.

We?

Yeah, me and Stevie boy.

We don't have anything on the weekend, do we?

Sweet.

We're flying down tomorrow.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Hi, Lola. Change your number again?

So, how are ya?

Good. Busy.

Oh, yeah?

- Looking after yourself? - Yeah.

How's Susie?

She left before Christmas.

Sorry. I didn't know.

Hey, Lola. I've gotta go.

Don't call me "Lola".

Mum, I have to go, all right? We're sailing out tonight.

Tonight? Where are you going this time?

Daru.

Daru? Where's that?

Papua New Guinea. I gotta go, all right?

- Well, when are you coming back? - Why?

What do you mean "why"? I'm your mother.

Next Friday.

- I gotta go, all right? - Okay, well take...

Hey! Hey!

Hey mate, what are you doing?

Shit.

- Are you all right? - Oh, God!

Here, here, let me help you. Oh, God!

Hey, Mary Poppins, you wanna give me a hand?

Hey... There you go. Just...

Hey! Help!

Mate, it's okay, we're gonna get you some help, all right? Just, just, shit...

Let go!

No!

Don't move.

Shit!

Don't move!

- You said that already. - Yeah, then just, don't.

Christ.

Christ.

What are you doing here?

- It's our bus stop. - Shit!

In the boot.

Get in.

- No. - What?

Get in!

Okay. Okay.

- In. - I'm getting in. I'm getting in.

Just...

I'm not getting in there.

Get in.

- I have a condition. - I have a gun.

Get in, Lola.

How do you know my name?

I'm not getting in.

Okay...

All right.

What are you doing? Please, don't do it again. I don't want to die.

Chelsea, if I don't do something, we're already dead, okay?

We've stopped!

Are we gonna die?

Here, here, put your hand on this.

Put your hand on this. Here, there, there, there.

- Here? - There, there.

I've got it.

All right. There's gotta be a...

Let's just leave it. Can't we just wait?

Chelsea, he's not taking us for a joyride, okay? Just...

There's gotta be a latch or something. Hold on a sec.

Have you got a phone?

- In my bag. - Where's your bag?

Maybe, he's just going to drop us off somewhere and get away.

Yeah, and make us a cocktail with those little umbrellas.

- Okay. - Just scoot over.

- I need to pull the carpet back. - What are you doing? Why?

Because underneath is... There's a spare tire and a jack thing.

What are you going to do with that?

Well, when he stops the car, you distract him and I'm going to hit him.

Distract? How am I gonna distract him?

Well, I don't know with your charm, your looks.

- Just keep him busy and I'll... - I'm not like that.

Fine. Then just use... use your eyes.

Just keep him busy and I'll whack him.

No, that's a terrible idea. He has a gun.

Which is why we need the jack thing, okay? Just get over...

- Never mind. - My eye!

- I'm s... just... - You hit me in the eye.

- No, hang on wait, turn that... - I'm trying.

Pull it. There, pull that thing. There! Pull it there.

Yes, I've got it, okay? Hush, turn it off! We've stopped again.

What are you going to be?

He's not giving it back! Hey, it's my go.

- Hey... No, no, no... - Good morning.

- Morning, people. - That's enough. We're about to go.

Is that mine, sweetie? Thank you so much.

Ray, don't!

Dad!

- Yes? - Ray?

- What do you think? - Is Ray there?

Ray!

Someone on your other phone.

Your other, other phone.

You know most people find one phone's enough.

- Hello? - The whole thing went to shit.

- Can you just hold on, please? - One more.

That's right, go off and make your secret man date.

Mum!

- It's Chris, right? - You said no one would be killed.

All right, just take a deep breath. Where's Jones?

Jones is dead.

Jones is a madman. He just came out shooting.

He even tried to kill a couple of women.

- Dad! Dad, look! - Sweetie, can you put that away?

You said it'd be a simple handover. Car for the money.

Can you just hold on a second please, Chris?

- Sure! - Yes, mate.

Eighty thousand, Dad, on the third level!

Mate, that's fantastic. Off you go. Pack your bag.

- Don't forget your footy boots, all right? - Okay.

Sorry, Chris, bit of a crazy morning.

- Have you got the car? - Yeah.

Okay, nothing's changed. You drive to the Bakmon yards.

You drive straight there and you wait to hear from me.

Okay.

You mentioned something about two women.

Yeah, they came out of nowhere. One of them shot Jones.

Where did they get to?

- Chris? - In the boot.

I didn't say anything.

Well "shh" anyway! He's talking to someone.

They saw my face.

Look, these things happen. All right mate, I've gotta go...

You take the car to the yards, okay?