Steve Devlin: Where's the manual for this thing? (Pete smiles and brings over Oscar.)
Pete: Here's your manual.
The unit are assembled at the factory, five days before Devlin's Motorcycle accidents and Mac's briefing them in on the new operative that is meant to be arriving.
Oscar: Yeah, I thought there was a four-month limit to undercover jobs.
Mac: There is, there is, and it's there for a reason, to protect the operative.
Angie: Yeah, to stop us from going crazy.
Danni: Oh, too late for you then. (Laughs, hitting Angie with a roll of paper).
Angie: Hey!
Mac: How'd you go? (To Peter.)
Peter: No cigar.
Oscar: So how is it an operative winds up inside a bikie gang for fourteen months?
Mac: Well the National Crime Authority got involved. Got him into the Wilddogs and then he heard this rumour that they set up a major amphetamines laboratory. He followed it through.
Angie: He's doing something like that for so long must really mess with your head. His supervisor couldn't pull him out?
Mac: Couldn't, wouldn't, I'm not too sure what the full story is there. They must have been waiting for a pretty big bust. Look umm, he's been in a different world for a long time. It's going to be difficult for him to re-adjust. Like I said, he'll need our support, all right.
Everybody: Yeah, ok, all right.
Oscar: What's this guys name? (Goes to make himself up a cup of coffee)
Peter: Steve Devlin.
Oscar: You know him?
Peter: He was an Instructor at the academy when I started out in undercover.
Oscar: All right, way back.
Peter: He's a legend, some say the best in the business.
Oscar: Sounds like an older version of me.
Peter: Dream on mate.
Later on at an Interview the unit are individually giving their versions of events and assessments of Steve Devlin.
Mac: We were all sympathetic at first, yeah sympathetic.
Oscar: I was trying to keep an open mind. Like Devlin wasn't how I pictured him.
Danni: Ok, ok, I admit it. I didn't like the look of him at all.
The team is back at the factory five days earlier and the teams are trying to help Steve Devlin settle in and Danni has just helped him get cleaned up.
Danni: Ta-dah.
Angie: Wo-hoo
Pete: Looking good.
Devlin: It was all the blondes work.
Danni: It's Danni. Now I'll just have to convince him to bath more regularly (Angie, Peter and Oscar all laugh, but Devlin doesn't get the joke). It was a joke, Steve, you know humour, joke.
Angie: Hey Steve check this out, your new desk, right. Everything you need; new stationary, pencil’s sharpened.
Devlin: New desk aye?
Pete: Yeah, you remember them.
Devlin: I think so, you sit at them right. Look it's been a while. What come next?
Angie: Paperwork. Hey don't worry. Few minutes it will all come back. (Pats him on the shoulder)
Peter: Duty book, writing book, logbook, all that fun stuff.
Sometime later Danni walks into the room next door, where Steve Devlin is putting some of his stuff away.
Danni: Carl Hurley, is that your covername?
Devlin: Yep!
Danni: Gees Carl's got a few cards here; video, Medicare, bank accounts.
Devlin: If I wasn't one hundred and ten percent choasher I'd be dead.
Danni: Sons-of-Dogs. That's pretty convincing.
Devlin: Yeah, it's real. I had to pass an initiation to get it.
Danni: Oh yeah, what did you have to do to pass?
Devlin: You don't want to know.
Danni: Ok, so you think you'd be comfortable here?
Devlin: Yeah, it'll do till I find somewhere else.
Danni: You don't have anywhere in town you can stay; any friends, family, that kind of thing?
Devlin: I had a family a wife and two kids. Not with them now.
Danni: Sorry I didn't mean to pry.
Devlin: Oh, it's all right. You know what the score is.
Danni: Yeah, I guess so.
Devlin: Eight months into the job she filed for divorce. Well not much I could do without breaking my cover.
Danni: Was Hannah your wives name? (Making note of the name Hannah tattooed on him arm)
Devlin: Sorry?
Danni: The tat. Don't forget there's a briefing at eleven hundred, Steve.
Devlin: (No response)
Danni: Steve!
Devlin: (Still no response)
Danni: Carl!
Devlin: What? (Turns to face Danni)
Danni: There's a briefing at eleven hundred.
Later that day at the factory just before Stone's meeting with Madiarchie regarding an undercover drug deal. Stone and Church are sitting in the com-V talking amongst themselves.
Peter: So he does this full hippie trick, you know; beard, dreggies, got a combi, he's on a plantation for a year growing his own dope. Hey, know one knew. (Stone shakes his head).
Mac: I just go word from the MCA The Wilddogs have put a bounty out on Devlin.
Peter: Didn't take em' long to twig he was a cop.
Mac: And they want him dead.
Peter: What's the going rate?
Mac: $50,000, No questions asked.
Oscar: (Whistles) Big money.
Mac: Yeah must have really got under their skin. I haven't told him yet. I'm just going to have to pick my moment.
Oscar: $50,000! For a guy who doesn't even have enough on him to make an arrest, seems strange.
Peter: He betrayed a mate that’d be enough.
Oscar: Maybe, maybe he knows more than his saying.
Later on after Steve Devlin Showed up and ruined Stone drugs bust and scared off Madiarchie at the same time. Getting both Stone and Angie's back's up.
Devlin: It smelt wrong.
Oscar: I could of handled it, you stuffed up.
Devlin: I used my judgement. I was right!
Oscar: You heard of procedure, Devlin. Who calls in assistance if it's needed...ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT CALL. IT'S MY OPERATION THAT'S HOW IT WORKS!
Devlin: Fine next time you're on your own.
Mac: He needs professional help.
Psychologist: Well he was. He pulled out. He didn't want it anymore.
Mac: Everything I say seems to make it worse. I need advise!
Psychologist: Sound like you're doing everything you can.
Mac: I want him to trust me. I want him to feel safe with us.
Psychologist: Almost impossible. Look don't take this the wrong way, but you lie for a living, it's your job. He knows that, he's been there done that. Why would he trust you? We all lie, I lie even in here.
Mac: You surprise me!
Psychologist: I get officers coming through this room everyday. Some have been shot at; some have scooped up the brains of a seven-year-old after a car accident. They're required by law to have counseling. Ever meet a cop who's prepared to admit that he might have a problem.
Mac: Well!
Psychologist: No, never happens. No cop want's his mates to think that he's weak. So I listen to these guys say things like; `It's all part of the job'; `You learn to cope', and my personal favourite is, `You just have to put it behind you'. So I lie. I say they're fit for duty and send them back.
Mac: I'm sorry.
Psychologist: So a forty-two year old Sergeant with suppressed post- traumatic-stress syndrome goes back out on the street carrying a gun and we all feel a little bit safer at night. So don't get hung up on it, Ellen. We all lie. Not one of us is honest.