Ray Shoesmith (Scott Ryan), a form of corporate recovery specialist in the service of addle-brained crimelord Freddy (Damon Herriman), is tasked with performing a hit on a family man who has crossed the organization. No sooner is the distasteful task accomplished than Freddy admits to Ray, it was the wrong guy after doing the proper assessment he should have done in the first place.
Ray, a loving father who has just killed a loving father looks for a way to make amends. His sense of honour has been compromised. He also looks for ways not to show too much displeasure with the unbelievable incompetence of the guy he is working for.
Ray's best mate Gary (Justin Rosniak) has been mugged and put in intensive care by a group of rival thugs. Gary's wife demands answers that hit closer to home than she realizes. Ray ably diagnoses what has happened and inadvertently places himself in a situation that can only escalate by exacting proportional response.
During weekend visitation with his daughter Brittany, Ray is confronted with her assessment that there is no Santa. She questions the nature of Jesus and demands conjecture on the existence of unicorns. Ray offers passable, but incomplete hypotheses on the first two, but chickens out on the third. He can perpetrate brutal violence on formidable thugs and commit cold-blooded murder. But he can't tell his 8 year old that unicorns don't exist.
Ray's unlikely romance with groovy paramedic Ally (Brooke Satchwell) suddenly becomes likely. Whether she is beguiled by the light or the dark he radiates is a mystery. But she moves fast to stake a claim on him and he can't help but reciprocate. He continues to lie by omission about his professional life despite the fact it is likely to lead to pain and unintended consequences for both of them, but her in particular.
The tightrope that Ray Shoesmith walks in his daily life and human relationships comes into further focus in this episode. The contrast of normalcy with surreal violence is stark but somehow congruent.
