Hello, mate. You need a lift?
No, thanks.
We're going to Rome. Where are you heading?
- Nowhere. - Oh, mate,
it's a fair stroll to anywhere from here.
- I'm good. - What?!
What do we gotta do? Pick you up and chuck you in the back?
Come on, buddy. Come on!
Oi, mate... get this into ya.
Sinking a coldie with us?
No. Gotta find someone.
My shout.
- G'day, Angie. - Take a seat, Billy.
- Someone will take your order. - Oh, no, I was just...
was just maybe thinking, thought about what I said,
maybe grabbing dinner one night?
I work nights, Billy.
Don't be a smart-arse. Your job is to make 'em feel like a king.
All right.
Hey, Ange. Bloke who's stalking you is in the bar asking after you.
- Big hat, check shirt, ugly? - Is he asking by name?
Description. Skinny blonde, Yank.
- She's Canadian, you moron. - Same difference.
- You didn't say anything, did you? - No. Of course not.
- What exactly did you say? - Nothing.
Alls you had to do is say there's no girl like that working here.
You got a big mouth, Desiree. Matches your arse.
Is that the bloke?
You want me to get him facing this way?
Let me, Ange. At least I won't give him your name and number.
How are we doing?
Ordering lunch today?
I recommend the schnitzel.
Are you American?
Canadian.
It's kinda hard to tell the difference, isn't it?
Yeah.
I'll just have... the schnitzel.
Whole five bucks. Lucky me.
Didn't I just say to you treat 'em like a king?
- Emperor. - Barkeep!
A jar of your best gut-rot!
A bottle of rotgut for Jesus.
"Benjamin Mitchell.
"26 years old in 1999.
"A man presented to the Emergency Department with multiple injuries.
"Wounds to both forearms were consistent
"with his statement he had been held prisoner
"and crucified."
That shower block oughta be condemned.
Hey, um...
..that guy who was at the bar?
Raggedy, with the scars?
You mean the one they call Jesus?
- Yeah. - What about him?
Where does he live?
Humpy out bush somewheres?
Don't know what he does. Just drinks, I guess.
We only see him once in a blue moon.
- Why? - I just thought he was strange.
Wow.
- Is that it? - Mm-hm.
- Wow. I love it. - Me too!
But it's seven grand.
But you earn a grand a week in tips.
If that's the one you love, you should do it.
You know what you always say.
It's the biggest day in a girl's life!
Oh, you're right.
You are right.
Hey. I just had the coolest idea.
Chief bridesmaid.
- Really? - Mm-hm.
Me?
Come on.
Fuck!
I don't date customers, Billy. I'd lose my job.
Look, let me... I'll just square it with the manager.
Billy, I'm not into guys.
- Jesus! - Sorry. Sorry.
Don't worry about it. Walked in worse.
Was it him?
Yeah, I don't think he recognised me, though.
What are ya gonna do? Go to the cops?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Make sure he doesn't leave?
6RD 2... 10.
6RD 210.
Shit!
Yum!
...absolutely loves it.
- So I take her on Wednesdays, - Yeah.
- straight after kindy, - Yeah.
Talking cars. You?
Breast versus bottle and when you start them on solids.
- Hang on. - It's all right.
Hello?
It's me.
- Where are you? - Who is it?
Can't talk. I've got his plate number.
Say again, Omaha?
I got the plate number off his truck. Write it down.
6... RD... 210.
- What, you reckon you found him? - I found him.
- Did he see you? - I don't know.
Christ. Just give me your number.
I'll call you back in 30. Just run it for me, all right?
No-one comes in here. Out.
Dimitri? Hey, it's Sullivan Hill here.
I'm gonna need you to run a trace on my mobile in a second for me.
Great. And I'm gonna need you to run a rego plate for me.
Yeah.
Your plates are registered to a Mary Elizabeth Humperson.
She's 83 years old.
Car was stolen in Cottesloe, Perth, February 2012.
- Sorry. - Yeah.
Hey, um, I'm sorry about Opalville,
about running out on you.
You're worried about me, I know.
Yeah.
I just don't want to open a newspaper and read about another murder.
It's nice to hear your voice.
Yours too.
Going somewhere?
Yeah.
An old case just come back and bit me.
When you be home?
I'm not sure.
My dad always said there's one case you take to the grave.
Eve?
Unbelievable.
- Dirty bastard! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Oh! Oh, fuck! - What were you doing?
- Stealing our knickers to wank in 'em? - I'm a cop!
- You're a stalker. - Eh, no...
Detective Sergeant Sullivan Hill.
- Hi. - Wait a sec.
You two are friends?
- No. - Yes.
Shit!
Can I have my bat back, please?
Thank you.
This is me top spinner!
Run! Run!
Come on, run!
What are you gonna do when you find him?
Gonna put a bullet in his gut like you did that bikie?
That was an accident.
Catch it!
Hey! Catch.
Gotta have a bat now.
Lucky!
What do I do? I don't know this game.
Come on, Gary.
- Like that? - Sorry.
About clobbering you before.
Didn't know you two are hooked up.
We're not.
Yeah, I'm ready.
- Shot! - Run! Run, run!
I'm not scared of him anymore.
You should be.
Should be dead.
You just need to get home while you still can.
If I don't stop him, he's gonna keep on killing.
He's been killing people since before you were born.
Catching him's my job.
Anyway, just catching him's no good.
Chances are he'll walk, even with an eyewitness.
I know how it goes.
It's a good spot for a graveyard.
You can bury me there.
There's only one other option, isn't there?
We can take him down together.
You're the bait. I'm the trap.
When we're done, we disappear.
Why are you doing this for me?
- Will you take Dog back? - Yeah.
What?
I'm glad you're here.
Yeah, me too.
Hey, mister! Jesus? Hey!
Police!
Show me your hands now!
Are you lookin' for me?
You're under arrest, you fuckin' prick.
Argh!
Welcome to Mick's world.
Hello?
What do you want?
I just... I just wanna talk.
My name's Eve.
Are you the man they call Jesus?
"And on the third day, he rose again."
You were crucified... right?
Who did that to you?
Who... who crucified you?
Pontius Pilate. Read your Bible.
What were you called before Jesus?
Do you remember?
Strung him up like a lamb, he did.
Hammered nails through poor old Ben's living flesh.
Who did that to you, Ben?
Helped Ben and his pals out when they broke down.
Hitched up his truck and...
- Truck? - towed 'em back to his place.
What colour was his truck?
Blue.
Yeah. Baby blue.
Offered food and drink.
"Rainwater from the Top End," he said.
- What was his name? - Don't remember nothing else.
- What about where he lives? - Nothing but nails.
What about this? Does he live here?
He lives in here.
Be careful.
He likes to play games, this fella.
And he don't play fair.
Hey, boy.
Excuse me, sir?
Excus... excuse me, sir?
- What... what's happening? - I'm leaving.
What? Why? Where's Sullivan?
I don't know. He's gone.
- I need you to do two favours for me. - What... what do you mean?
- Why has he gone? - The first one is, you
know my stalker?
I need you to tell him where I am.
- What... what? - You know the old graveyard?
It's about 20 miles west. Tell him I'm there.
- Oh, but... I don't... - Be subtle about it.
- I don't get all of this... - Don't let him know that I told
- you to tell him. - Why?
The other thing is, I can't take him.
- Why not? - So, um... I just can't.
Keep him locked up. Keep him safe. Keep him inside.
That's it. All right. Thanks.
Uh-huh... I don't even get a hug?
You are gonna be at my wedding in May, right?
Yep.
It'll be expensive. Do you want ammo with that?
Yeah.
How much?
Everything you've got.
How much for a dog trap?
What do you want one of them buggers for?
I got a problem with vermin.
50?
Cents?
Dollars.
Is it cheaper if I buy the lot?
You must have a shitload of vermin.
Just one.
"Dear Dad.
"I'm taking a minute to write to you now
"because I don't know if I'll be able to later.
"I just want you to know I'm sorry for screwing everything up.
"All I ever wanted was to make you proud.
"To see the smile on your face.
"To know you loved me.
"'Cause I love you.
"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.
"It's crazy. I know that.
"But I'm out of options, Dad.
"I'll see you soon.
"Pray for me."
Go, go, go! Josh!
Get ya fuckin' head down!
- Fuck! Argh! - Shit!
Fuck it! Bitch!
Cover me, with this.
Shoot that bitch!
Come on, boys! Get in!
Get down!
You're fuckin' dead!
Shit! You bitch!
You bitch!
- Oh! - Take her out!
Take that bitch down! Round the back! Round the back! Move!
Oh, Jesus! Shit!
Peek-a-fuckin'- boo!
What did my family ever do to you?
Well, now you've got five seconds to think about that.
One.
Two.
Three.
Look at me.
Four.
- Where's that comin' from? - Jesus!
- Beardy! Beardy! - I can't, Ginge!
- Move! - Beardy!
Johnny? Oh, shit.
- Seven years. - Johnny!
Seven fuckin' years I did for you!
Good to see ya. What the fuck happened to your mitt?
- And I had your back. - Who are you working for?
And you left me to fuckin' rot in there.
Who would know what the fuck you say.
I never would've let you hang.
Don't do this.
Johnny. Don't fuckin' do this.
Johnny, don't! Fuck you're dead!
Argh!
Johnny... Johnny, I'm sorry. I'm fuckin' sorry.
Piss off.
I'm fuckin' sorry.
- Now. - Okay.
I'm goin', Johnny.
Get outta here!
Eve.
I told you we'd cross paths.
They'll be back. Let's get outta here.
Why didn't you do it?
Why didn't you shoot him?
Ginger?
You said it yourself.
Never going to bring back the dead.
And you're never gonna even it up.
It's never gonna be what it used to be.
My guy's not like Ginger.
He hurts people for fun.
And he's not gonna stop unless I stop him.
He killed my family.
Killed my mother, my father, my little brother.
This is his bullet.
Came right here, and they cut it out through there.
There's nothing else I can do while he's out there.
Hey.
Don't cry.
Hey. It's okay.
I can't.
You're not gonna beat this guy.
You're not gonna beat him, no matter what happens.
- Sullivan might still be alive. - Oh, come on, Eve!
He hasn't killed him yet. I'd know.
Right.
What, so... so he's made an exception for you?
Just get out.
- Come on. Get out? - Get out!
Where's the guns?
Where's the guns?! Where are the fucking guns?
Shit!
Fuck!