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(Vehicle rattling along)

(Shaun sniffs)

- (Loud thump) - (Men grunt)

Oh, geez!

(Panicked shouting)

- (Shaun) Oh, no, no, no! No! - Shit!

- Back up, goddammit! - I'm on it, I'm on it!

(Engine revving)

(Bull) What happened, Shaun-boy?

Sorry, Bull, it was a pothole. I didn't see it.

Clean it up, for Chrissake!

- (Bullion clinking) - (Bull) Come on, move it!

(Janusz) Move!

(Sternly) And lock it this time.

(Lock rattling)

(Bull) Now you drive.

(Janusz) We have to move, Bull!

(Bull) Let's go!

(Engine starts up)

(Car rattling along)

(Dwight) Shit. How much further?

(Shaun) Here. Sawbridge.

We're nearly there.

- Look out! - Shit!

- (Tires screeching) - (Shaun gasps) Shit!

(Both scream)

(Shaun) Shit!

- Shit! - (Both scream)

Shit!

(Tires screech)

No, no, no, no, no.

- (Banging car door) - Agh! It's jammed! It's jammed!

- What do we do? - Just shut up!

Let me think, let me think!

- Christ! - Just get out!

(Gasping)

- Oh, shit! - (Shaun yelps, pants)

(Strains)

(Boxes crashing)

(Grunting)

(Water splashing)

Fuck!

(Water bubbling)

(Bull) Get 'em out of there.

(Men spluttering, coughing)

Talk fast, Dwightie.

What could I do?

It was standing in the middle of the bloody road!

So?

You're supposed to go through 'em, not around them!

I didn't have time to think, Bull. I just--

I'm sorry.

(Pants)

(Stammering) We can get it out of there, I swear we can.

No one's gonna find it at least. It's safe for now.

Oh, yeah, it's safe. Hmm?

It's safe... for all fucking eternity!

I will get it out of there, Bull.

I swear on my mother's life, I will.

- Okay. - (Dwight breathes heavily)

It's all right, Dwightie. All right?

I'll do it myself, yeah?

(Knife flicking)

(Flesh squelches)

(Strained groan)

(Dwight gurgling)

(Spluttering, gagging)

(Lighter flicking)

(Dwight continues spluttering)

What's the plan?

I'm working on it.

Cranes.

Don't they have cranes for this type of thing?

No cranes. We'd draw too much attention.

Now, what we need is divers.

- Divers? - (Bull) Yeah.

You know, with the big helmets and the rubber togs?

- Find me some fuckin' divers. - Got it, Bull.

(Cigarette splashes)

(Car door closes)

(Car door closes)

(Sniffs)

- (Engine starts up, idles) - (Shaun pants rapidly)

(Water bubbling)

- How'd you go? - No good.

That valve's gonna need a bigger spring.

(Sighs) Dammit. I was hoping third time would be a charm.

We've never been that lucky.

No. But if anyone can do it, Jimmy, it's you.

(Peppy swing jazz tune playing over speaker)

(Exhales)

Where's Ernie?

(Sighs with effort)

Is he still not awake?

(Huffs)

He's gonna sleep the whole day away.

Was he on the sauce again?

All night.

What was it this time?

He wouldn't say.

(Clara sighing)

(Door squeaks)

(Ernie snores)

(Bottles clang loudly)

(Groaning) Oh! Ohh...

Oh... (Exhales)

What time is it?

Almost midday.

Shit! (Groans)

- (Pours liquid) - By the way,

that new hose you ordered finally arrived.

I paid with a check. Is that all right?

Will be. Till it bounces.

Ooh, and Jimmy will have the valve

on helmet two repaired today.

Which means we're all set and ready to go.

Tell him there's no rush.

We didn't get the bridge contract.

Why not? I thought it was settled.

They changed their minds.

They went with the Alberts.

But we can do it better, and at a better price--

Not anymore.

Not without our own boat.

(Sighs heavily) But how will we afford one

if we keep losing all of these big contracts?

Yeah, it means I won't be able to pay ya for last month.

You or Jimmy.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Everything's just gone to hell in a hand basket.

(Clara sighs softly)

Hey...

(Footsteps)

We'll survive.

We always do.

Somehow.

And, look, if the Alberts are busy for the next three months,

that leave everything for us, right?

Sure.

If there's anything else.

Always the optimist.

Right. Come on. Get dressed.

Go and help Jimmy with that valve.

I-I've got to weld that damn winch on the truck.

- It's come loose again. - Leave that to me.

I'm not the one trying to sober up.

Eh, uh... Just be careful.

(Sighs heavily)

(Welding iron crackling)

(Car approaching)

(Engine stops)

(Exhales)

(Welding iron crackling)

(Janusz clearing throat)

Oh!

Hello. How can I help?

Who is boss here?

Oh, well, um... that's Ernie.

But, um... he's a little busy right now.

Is there anything I can help with?

No. We need to speak to him.

Right.

(Clears throat) All right, well, give me a minute.

(Smooth swing jazz tune playing over speaker)

Ernie. There's two gentlemen outside.

They want to speak to the man in charge.

You the boss?

Yes. Ernie Morgan. Owner/Operator.

- Dylan Maddock. - (Ernie) Mr. Maddock.

I hear that you're the bloke to see about a special job.

Of course!

(Swing jazz tune continues)

It's just this way.

Take a seat.

Excuse the mess.

You caught us at a good time.

(Door closes)

So you were in the service, I see.

Royal Navy during the Great War.

Four years. You?

'41 to '42.

Infantry. We were in North Africa.

Oh! Heard that was a helluva fight.

(Chuckling softly) That it was.

So you, uh, you been a diver ever since?

Yes. Worked in pearl and abalone farms.

In the north, mostly.

Ah, there wouldn't be much call for that round here, surely.

Oh, we do whatever's needed.

Underwater salvage, repairs,

- maintenance, piping. - (Lighter flicks)

Your crew... Are they good?

They're the best.

I run a three-man team, unless the job requires more.

So what's this, uh, special job?

It's like this.

Friend of mine, stupid fucking idiot he is,

he drove into a river about 40 miles north of here.

Oh.

Now, inside that car were some things that belong to me.

The job's simple. Find the car and bring them back.

What's in the car?

Confidential.

Truth is, Ernie, in my line of work,

I don't like a lot of questions.

What's your line of work?

(Sharp exhale)

So, what's this gonna cost me?

Ten quid a day, plus expenses.

But not knowing what we're salvaging... could be more.

We pay two fifty, up front.

(Bull) Plus another two fifty when the job's done.

But I want no questions, Ernie.

Not from you or your men.

And this job stays off the books.

That's the deal. Plain and simple.

Take it or leave it.

- (Door opens) - (Upbeat jazz tune playing over speakers)

(Tool clinks)

(Knock at door)

What was that all about?

That is our next meal ticket, kiddos.

(Jazz tune crescendos, ends)

(Clara) Well, I don't like it.

We should at least know who it is we're working for.

This is our first paid job in over four months.

You should be happy as Larry.

They said no questions, and that's fine by me.

Yes, but that's what bothers me.

What are they hiding? Who are we even working for?

(Lowers voice) Listen, kiddo.

If we don't take this job, we won't last the year.

I'll have to sell up to pay off my debts.

I don't want to send Jimmy home

with nothing but the clothes on his back.

- (Clara sighs) - And what about you?

You think Rod Albert's gonna hire you?

He doesn't believe women should even be in the workforce.

Hmm?

Ah.

- What's this? - That...

is what they're paying us.

- Two fifty. - Really?

Plus an extra two fifty when the job's done.

But this means we can buy a boat.

(Whispers) We can buy a boat!

- Yes! - Oh! Okay, Clara--

- Okay, okay, okay-- - I'm sorry. I can't believe it.

Well, believe it.

That's enough for a boat, a motorized air pump,

a dive platform, the whole kit and kaboodle.

We can finally do that deep-sea dive

you've been pestering me about.

- Are you serious? - It's a promise.

But only if you stop

giving me the third degree about this job.

Deal.

Now I'm happy as Larry.

Good... Good!

(Lively Irish folk music)

(Music fades)

Hello again.

Follow me.

Okay.

(Clicks through gears)

(Car approaching)

(Engine stops)

You got here fast. I'm impressed.

Come and meet my crew.

- You've meet Clara. - Hello again.

And this is Jimmy.

Hey, you said you had a three-man team.

All right? Not a skirt and a darkie.

I'm paying you good money, Ernie.

- For that, I expect the best. - They are the best.

What's he best at, huh? Chuckin' spears?

Listen, Jimmy's one of the best divers in the country.

You're lucky to have him.

Is that so?

So, what makes you the best?

- (Ernie) Jimmy's been on-- - Let the native speak.

Been diving since I was a kid. Been under water half my life.

And what about you, sweetheart?

It's a bit early for nicknames, isn't it?

Now, now. I'm just trying to be pleasant.

(Clara exhales)

Well, I've been a licensed diver for a year.

Been with the Sea Dogs for six months.

During the war, I was in the Australian Women's Land Army.

Doing what, huh? Feeding the chooks?

(Men snickering)

I worked the shipyards, factories.

I was cleaning engines.

Before that, I was a research assistant

at the University of Sydney.

(Mocking) Wow. You're a real smart cookie.

Mmm. Smarter than some.

Well, well, boys...

Despite appearances, looks like we have Captain Nemo

and his finest on the job.

Let's see what they can do.

(Irish folk music)

(Cockatoos screeching)

(Ernie) Okay. Let's get you two in the water.

Well, don't you want me up top?

I don't want to go fumbling around in that muck.

I figured you would.

Well, you figured right.

Great. Let's go.

(Soft grunt)

When should we tell them what's in the boxes?

(Bull) They'll figure it out soon enough.

Besides...

once it's done, they're dead anyway.

Mm.

(Water bubbling)

(Air hissing)

(Echoed breathing)

(Sounds of water bubbles)

Here we go, gentlemen.

(Water bubbling)

(Deep breaths echoing)

(Sniffs)

(Exhales deeply)

(Heavy breathing)

- (Radio static buzzes) - Hearing me, kiddos?

(Clara) Roger. Loud and clear.

(Jimmy) Hearing you, boss.

(Deep breaths echoing)

(Clara) Visibility is poor.

Can't see more than a foot or two ahead.

(Ernie) Wait till it gets deep.

Working in a river is like working in a cave.

(Clara) There's lots of fallen trees.

Don't snag your line, Jimmy.

(Jimmy) Yep. Copy that.

- (Radio static buzzes) - Coming up to a hundred feet.

You must be getting close. What's your depth?

(Clara) My guess is 15, 18 feet at most?

(Ernie) Roger that.

Whoa. Did you feel that?

What was it?

(Jimmy) Couldn't tell, but pretty big.

(Heavy breathing)

Found it!

Jimmy, over here.

Found the van.

Excellent.

(Clara) Ernie, it's landed on its side.

There's no way we can winch it out without a crane.

Look, we don't care about the van. Only what's inside.

Clara, can you open it up?

(Clara) No problem.

(Jimmy) Tying off the guideline now.

(Jimmy) Guideline attached.

(Ernie) Copy that. Good job.

(Jimmy) Clara, look at this.

(Clara) What have they got in there?

(Jimmy) A lot of boxes.

(Clara) Boxes of what?

(Jimmy) Let's find out.

(Handle clunking)

(Jimmy) Locked.

(Clara) Maybe the key's still be in the ignition.

Do you reckon you could reach it?

(Jimmy) Maybe.

(Clara strains with effort)

(Jimmy) The keys are here.

(Water bubbles)

(Clara) There are labels on the boxes.

I can't quite make them out.

(Clara gasps)

(Jimmy) Clara, what happened?

(Ernie) What's goin' on down there?

(Clara) Something knocked me over.

(Ernie) What was it?

(Clara) I didn't see. It just came out of nowhere.

(Clara breathing heavily)

(Clara heavy breathing)

(Clara screams)

(Jimmy) Clara!

(Clara panting rapidly)

(Ernie) Clara, talk to me! Can you hear me?

- (Line whips) - Jesus!

(Gasps sharply)

(Jimmy) Shit! Her air line's come out!

(Clara shrieks and pants rapidly)

Can you hear me? Clara!

(Clara struggling)

(Clara spluttering)

Christ! Jimmy, you gotta find her before she runs out of air!

(Jimmy) I'm tracking her.

(Ernie, panicked) Jimmy! What's going on?

(Jimmy) Clara!

Ernie, I found her!

- (Ernie) Good! Okay. - (Jimmy) Clara! Clara!

She's passed out. I'm gonna do a blow up.

- (Ernie) Roger that. - Get ready to pull us in.

- Hey... crank the wheel! - Go on.

(Jimmy) Here we come.

Faster, come on!

(Jimmy) Clara, hold on. Hold on.

(Straining)

(Water bubbles)

Oh, kiddo.

God...

Oh, God.

Hey. Hey.

Okay, kiddo.

Okay. All right.

Hey, hey!

Come on. Come on, wake up. You can do it.

- (Gasps and pants) - (Ernie) That's it. Slow. Slow.

- (Coughs and splutters) - Oh, that's it. That's it.

Shhh. That's it.

- (Clara gasping for air) - Look there.

- (Ernie) Okay, okay... - (Clara panting heavily)

(Ernie) Are you okay, kid?

- Wamba? - Wamba.

You're kidding me.

A fucking shark in the river?

It's a bull shark.

It lives in fresh and salt water.

But what the hell's it doing up here?

It's 50 miles from the coast.

Bull sharks swim up rivers. Hundreds of miles.

Have babies, then swim back out.

The ones that remain upriver are usually juveniles.

But, judging by its size, this one's an adult female.

The females are always bigger.

All right, so how big are we talking here?

Ah, 12, 15 feet. Nose to tail.

(Bull) Big deal. That's not so big.

Well, most bull sharks are only eight feet.

They're also the most aggressive.

Oh, well, that's just great.

Isn't this what you divers deal with every other week?

What, you're telling me you shit yourself

every time a shark turns up, huh?

Get a load of this, guys.

Professional divers. Scared of a fuckin' fish!

A bull shark is not just any fish.

Certainly not one that's fearless enough

to attack a diver.

I don't care if it's Moby Dick in there.

You got a job to do. Get back to work.

Don't do it. It's too risky.

I know... I know.

My team's not going back in until that shark's dealt with.

So you want me to catch it for you?

I don't care who catches it.

But until someone does... we don't dive.

(Under breath) Jesus Christ.

You want this thing caught... it comes out of your purse.

Saddle up, boys.

Let's go find ourselves a fisherman.

One with a set of balls.

(Janusz) I know where to go.

(Engine starts up)

(Ernie) Hey.

You did good today.

You saved her life. I'm proud of you.

By the way, did you see what was inside the van?

Couldn't tell. Just wooden boxes.

What do you think it is?

I don't know.

But next dive, find out, okay?

(Whispers) Oh, Jimmy! Keep it quiet.

Knock, knock?

Come in.

Ah, feeling better, kiddo?

Yeah, I'm getting there.

Well, first sign of any sore joints or headaches,

you let me know, right?

Yes. No, I, um...

- I think I'm okay. Yep. - Mm.

Um...

Okay.

You wanna stay up top from here on, that's fine.

I feel like I let you down.

Let you all down.

Hey. You didn't let anyone down.

Could've been any one of us.

You're alive. Jimmy's alive. That's all that matters.

I reckon you could use a drink.

I reckon we all could.

(Moody swing jazz tune playing over speaker)

Any luck?

We found a local fisherman in town.

He'll be here first thing tomorrow.

(Weary grunt)

Claims to be an expert catching sharks in this river.

Lucky for you, he works cheap.

That's great.

Helluva first day, hey, lads?

So, how's the drowned rat?

I'm all right. Thanks for asking.

You're welcome.

Are you boys staying here tonight?

Hell no. Got a hotel back in town.

It's a shit-hole, but...

better than being out here with the flies and these bugs.

Oh, not afraid of a few bugs, are you?

Not a drinker, Jimmy-boy?

Oh, that's right. It's not legal for you lot, is it?

That's a shame.

Why is it illegal?

Because the blacks like getting on the piss too much.

Not as much as you whities.

(Soft chuckle)

This mob is crazy.

Yeah.

(Sighs)

Now, he does make a good point there, Ernie.

That he does.

Man enough to fight and die for his country they say,

but not man enough to buy a beer.

He was in the service?

(Ernie) Yeah, fought the Japanese. New Guinea.

Ah...

Well, well, well.

(Moody swing jazz tune continues)

(Tune ends)

(Uptempo jazz tune playing distantly)

(Sighs)

Have you ever been attacked by a shark?

Oh, yeah. Plenty of times.

Mostly little ones.

They come over, trying to take a bite.

Is that where your scar came from?

No. This was from the war.

But my uncle was swimming one day and lost an arm.

From here, down... Gone.

Big, big wamba.

My grandfather was a great hunter of wamba.

I get my tribal name from him.

Barriakada.

Barri-akad-a?

- Barriakada. - (Whispers) Barri...

He crossed all over my country with his long spear.

And he cross every river, hunting,

but wamba, it's hard to catch.

But if we catch him, it's good eating.

That's if he doesn't eat you first. (Chuckles softly)

Very lucky she let you go.

Very lucky you found me.

Trick is, get straight back in the water.

Mmm. Straight back on the horse, right?

(Chuckles softly)

(Bull) That's good advice.

(Ernie rambling in distance)

Jeez, your boss... he sure can put 'em away, can't he?

(Ernie rambles drunkenly)

Unfortunately, yes. (Sighs heavily)

(Jimmy) I'll deal with him.

Thank you.

(Ernie continues rambling drunkenly)

It's the local lang-- Do you want some?

Yeah, good.

(Ernie continues rambling)

Yes, why not?

- (Jimmy) Come on. - (Ernie) Hey!

- (Jimmy) That's enough. - (Ernie) Huh?

I think you've had enough. Come on...

(Bull) Where the hell'd your boss find that kid anyway?

Ernie was working on the pearl farms a few years ago,

when his hose got disconnected.

It was Jimmy that found him

lying unconscious on the seabed.

Saved his life.

What about you?

How does a pretty little skirt get herself

into professional diving?

Same way the boys do.

Don't seem like much fun,

freezing your arse off in those rubber togs.

I daresay my idea of fun differs greatly from yours.

So why do it?

The ocean.

It's the last frontier on Earth.

So few people get to see it.

You know, I was fortunate that Ernie gave me the opportunity.

Nobody else would.

He your boyfriend?

(Sighs heavily) He's my boss.

Hey, just making conversation.

(Clara) Mm.

If you want to know details about my life,

why don't you tell me something about yours?

- Like what? - (Inhales deeply)

Like... what business are you in, exactly?

Men's grooming.

And those boxes, they're filled with?

Grooming products.

Right.

We've got an early start. Goodnight.

(Jazz tune ends)

(Ernie humming drunkenly)

(Grunts)

Oh...

- (Clara) Ernie? - Mmm.

I'm telling you there is something wrong here.

I don't trust him.

Same. He scares the shit outta me.

(Clara) Exactly.

Look, we don't know what's in those boxes,

but it can't be good.

Let's just pack up and go. Tonight.

We'll give them their money back.

(Slurring) No! We finish the job.

Ernie. There will be other jobs.

We can manage without this one.

There are no other jobs!

We're not leaving. That's the end of it.

Leave me alone. (Moans softly)

Right.

(Clara huffs)

(Exasperated sigh)

(Ernie grunting sleepily)

- Morning. - Morning.

(Horse clopping distantly)

- (Horse snorts) - (Clara) Ernie.

(Sergeant) Good morning.

Sergeant.

(Janusz whispering) Hey.

Well, that's some interesting equipment you've got there.

Yes.

Uh, we're helping these gentlemen

recover a car from the river.

Oh. I had no report on that. Was anyone hurt?

Y-- You'll have to talk to them.

So... why didn't you report the accident?

I didn't know I had to.

Was anyone else involved?

Nope. It was just me. But I got out in time.

Luck of the Irish.

(Both chuckle)

Quite.

Well, if you're thinking of venturing into the river

you ought to be careful.

There are sharks in there.

Yes, we know. We had a nasty brush with one yesterday.

We're waiting on a shark catcher. Bob Drummond.

Oh. I know Bob. He's a good man.

Well, he'll sort you out.

Thanks for dropping by, officer.

Good luck.

(Ernie) Yep.

Ma'am.

Oi! He's here.

(Engine whirring in distance)

(Muttering) "Out of the boat," they say...

He can't be serious.

Hey, young fella... here you go.

Ah, good morning, gentlemen!

Bob.

Big fella.

So...

who wants to go fishing, then, eh?

We'll leave that to the expert.

But you bring this baby back by lunch,

there'll be a fifty quid bonus.

Mmm. You got yourself a deal there.

Right-o.

Right, so, I guess you all heard about

the Great White caught off Bondi a few months ago?

It was all in the papers.

That was me.

Right, I caught more sharks than I can remember.

That's not saying much, but...

All along this stretch of the river here. Righto?

This was the biggest bull shark I've ever seen.

Female. They're always bigger.

She could be pregnant. Might be why she's so aggressive.

Yep. More than likely.

And your, uh, little diving expedition here

is in her neck of the woods, and she don't like it none.

What are the fuckin' odds?

Don't fret.

If she's still down there, I'll catch her.

All right?

Now, I need two volunteers. Who's coming with me?

Ah- ah! Sorry, missy. Bad luck to have a woman on board.

If she's as big as you say she is,

we need all the muscle we can get, don't we?

And not you, brawny... you fart, you'll tip us!

- Who else? - I'll go.

Ah, good lad. Come on.

Bet you've caught a fish or two in your life, have ya?

Good. Ya know how to work a motor, son?

- Yep. - Jump on in.

Sure beats a bark canoe, doesn't it, eh?

(Bob cackles)

- Right-o, who else? - Shaun-boy.

- You just volunteered. - (Scoffs)

Are you kidding me? I'm not gettin' in that boat.

What did you just say?

Look, I'm not gettin' in that boat. Make one of them do it.

Two choices.

You get your ass in that boat,

or my boot in your ass.

All right.

Are we good to go?

Right-o, this here's for the big ones.

They don't like getting caught none.

A little bit of incentive, all right? Show her who's boss.

You do know that bullets slow down when they hit the water?

Well, I'll shoot her when she's out of the water, then,

won't I, missy?

(Scoffing chuckle) Right-o, can ya handle that, son?

- Is the Pope Catholic? - (Cocks gun)

Got a helluva kick. Watch her, all right?

Right-o, good to go. Wish us luck!

Mate, uh, give us a shove out, will ya?

Sure.

(Bob) All right, jump up front.

Right-o, Jingo!

(Engine splutters)

No, Jingo.

Don't embarrass me now, Jingo, come on.

You know what to do. There's people watching here...

Let's go.

(Engine splutters, then starts)

There we go!

Let's go fishing! You beauty!

Beautiful day...

(Bob converses chirpily)

(Bob) I like the feel of this spot here, boys.

Cutting engine.

- Chuck us that rod first. - (Engine stops)

Just throw that anchor out.

Careful.

Yes. This is the spot.

Right-o.

(Anchor splashes)

Just throw a little bit of this beautiful stuff out.

There's nothing more these sharks love

than the smell of blood in the water.

Drives the buggers crazy.

Whips 'em into a frenzy.

Sometimes they even start eating 'emselves.

It's a helluva sight, I tell ya!

Yep.

All right, here we go. Let's get in the water.

Ahh.

(Line splashes)

Right on, right-o.

(Shaun) So, what now?

(Bob) Well, now...

we wait.

Right.

(Birds screeching, warbling)

(Water lapping gently)

(Flicks lighter)

(Line whirrs)

Here we go, boys.

(Line groaning)

Come on, take a big bite.

Okay...

(Exclaims) Gimme a hand!

Gimme a hand!

(Both grunting, straining)

(Bob exclaims)

(Spool winding rapidly)

No!

- (Shaun) Oh, shit. - Bloody hell.

Give me that tacklebox, Jimmy.

- (Shaun) What happened? - Ah, she got lucky, is all.

So did you. You almost went in.

- (Shaun) Yeah. - Thanks, mate.

Boys, she's comin' back!

If you can plug her, plug her.

- Plug it! - (Exhales sharply)

Ah, shit... (Jams gun)

(Jimmy) Here!

(Cocks gun)

- (Gunshot) - Ernie?

Are you seeing this?

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Keep it.

(Bob) Christ...

- (Boat thuds violently) - (All exclaiming)

- (Bob) Take a shot! - (Shaun) Shoot it!

- (Gunshot) - (Shaun) Come on!

Gimme the fuckin' harpoon.

- What? - Gimme the harpoon!

Come on!

Good.

(Bob) Where are you?

Yes. Come on.

(All shrieking)

(All clamoring and splashing)

- I can't get up! - (All clamoring)

Move around and hold it steady.

(Distant shouting, clamoring)

(Shaun) Hurry, up!

- Get in the boat! - Goddammit! Agh!

(Men clamoring)

(Bob screams)

(Indistinct screaming and shouting)

Come on!

- (Bob continues screaming) - (Jimmy stammers)

(Shouting and commotion)

No... No!

(Grunts)

(Gasps)

Jesus Christ.

(Both heavy breathing)

We are in deep bloody shit!

(Shaun, frantically) Get us outta here! Come on! Come on!

(Shaun wails)

(Engine starts up)

Jimmy!

(Clara panting heavily)

- Are you all right? You okay? - I'm okay.

- Yeah? - I'm okay.

(Laughing)

Ah, I see you've been swimming again, Shaun-boy.

(Janusz) I guess old Bob wasn't all he was cracked up to be.

You think this is funny? A man is dead!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

(Bull) Where do you think you're goin', Ernie?

Gotta report it to the police.

You ain't reportin' nothing.

(Ernie) Why not?

- You got a job to do. - And what exactly is our job?

Put a fuckin' muzzle on her, Ernie, before I do.

This job's over.

(Cash falls to ground)

Clara, Jimmy, let's pack up the truck.

- Ernie! - Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

(Cocks pistol)

Nothing is over until I say it is.

I will personally feed you, the skirt and the darkie

to that fucking fish.

One juicy chunk at a time. Got that?

What's in the boxes?

What was the deal, Ernie? No questions.

I swear to God, no one keeps their fuckin' word anymore.

(Ernie grunts)

- (Ernie groans) - Shark or no shark,

you're going back in that river.

You tell us what's in there, or we take a look ourselves.

Gold bullion.

And before you ask, yeah, I stole it.

You realize how long that's gonna take to bring up?

That's your problem, Ernie.

That's why I pay you the big bucks.

You'll figure it out. And fast.

And what happens then? To us. When it's done.

Well, you get paid and you go home.

Everyone's happy.

(Hammering)

I could run away and get help.

Too dangerous.

We have to do something.

No. Leave it to me.

(Gun cocks)

You speak English, or you don't speak.

(Hammering resumes)

(Jimmy grunts)

The hell is this? A raft?

It's a sled.

We walk it out, load it up, then winch it back to shore.

Provided it doesn't snag.

There's fallen trees everywhere down there.

We'll make a path best we can.

We should also set up a decoy down river.

Some meat on a rope and hook.

Might keep the shark distracted long enough

to give us a chance. (Exhales)

See? Just like I said...

People are never more creative

than when they got a gun to their head.

So, what are we waiting for?

(Bird cawing)

(Grunts with effort)

(Water splash)

Right, watch closely.

You see it being taken, that's our cue.

(Clara deep breath)

Ernie?

Let me go back down there.

You haven't been in a suit in months.

You're not going in that river.

Besides, you're good on the wheels. You're better than me.

I got us into this mess, when I should've walked away.

This one's on me.

(Exhales sharply)

Let's get it done, and then we can go home.

Right.

(Ernie) Okay.

Ready?

(Water lapping gently)

(Water splash)

(Whistles)

It's taken the bait!

(Clara) Ernie, the shark's taken the decoy.

You should be all clear.

(Ernie) Thanks, Clara. Jimmy, stay alert.

(Clara) You feed out the lines.

(Ernie) Christ...

(In frustration) I can't see a damn thing down here!

(Clara) Watch out for snags.

You should be at the van in a couple of minutes.

Ernie, how's it going down there?

Decoy won't last forever.

(Ernie) Going as fast as we can.

(Ernie breathing heavily)

There. I see it. Right ahead.

Okay, Jimmy, let's get it opened up.

(Heavy breathing)

(Ernie straining with effort)

(Ernie grunts)

Door's open.

We're in business.

Bloody hell.

(Clara) What is it?

(Ernie) There must be two dozen boxes down here.

There's no way we can take this in in one haul.

We're gonna need two trips.

You'll be lucky to survive one.

(Ernie) No choice... the winch can only handle so much.

(Jimmy) Come on. No time to lose.

(Ernie) I'll start loading, Jimmy.

- You get the work lamp up. - (Jimmy) Copy that.

(Jimmy) It's done.

(Ernie) Good work.

Now jump in and start passing those boxes through.

(Jimmy) I'm on it.

(Line splashes)

Shit.

(Flustered gasp)

(Heavy breathing)

(Hands clapping)

Better tell them to watch it, the decoy is gone.

Ernie, Jim, decoy's gone.

Be careful down there. The shark could be anywhere.

We're almost done anyway.

The sled can't take much more.

Okay, Jimmy, last one.

(Jimmy) Here you go.

(Ernie grunts)

(Ernie) Help me strap 'em on.

(Ernie) I can handle the rest.

You keep an eye out for that shark. Okay?

(Jimmy) On it.

Clara, start the winch.

Let's see if she'll take it.

Roger that. Retract the winch... now!

(Winch whirrs)

(Winch groans)

(Shaun) It's jammed!

No good. It's too heavy.

(Ernie) Roger that. We'll lighten the load.

(Clara) Ernie, how's it going down there?

(Ernie) Almost done.

(Jimmy) Boss?

(Jimmy) Oh, shit.

Ernie, I think she's back.

(Ernie heaves)

(Ernie) Try now.

(Clara) Try it again.

(Winch whirrs)

(Ernie) It's working.

Slow, but it's on its way back.

(Clara) Roger that.

(Ernie breathing deeply)

(Jimmy) Ernie!

(Ernie) It's onto us, all right.

(Clara) Stay in the van.

Once we've got the sled back up, we'll haul you in.

(Ernie panting heavily) Roger that.

(Jimmy) That was close.

(Winch whirrs)

(Winch groans)

It's snagged on something. It's not moving.

Ernie, it's snagged.

(Sighs sharply)

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go.

(Jimmy) What about the shark?

(Ernie) We'll have to take our chances.

(Ernie heavy breathing)

Stay close to me, Jimmy.

(Ernie) Hey, Clara, we found it.

(Clara) Great.

- (Ernie) Shit. - (Clara) What?

(Ernie) It's jammed against a log.

(Clara) Oh, no.

(Ernie) All right, you take that side.

Come on.

Put your shoulder into it.

Come on.

Go.

Push.

(Both straining with effort)

(Jimmy) It's too heavy.

Jimmy... let's try over here.

(Both panting heavily)

(Ernie) Give me some slack on the cable.

Back off the winch!

(Winch whirrs)

(Both straining)

(Ernie) Christ!

It's too damn heavy.

Clara, when I say, start that winch.

(Clara) Okay.

(Ernie) When that winch starts, Jimmy,

push the sled out and around that tree.

Hit it, Clara!

(Winch whirrs)

(Both heaving with effort)

(Ernie) It's free! It's on its way!

(Clara) Yes! It's working!

(Ernie) Stand by, we're coming back.

(Clara) Roger that.

(Ernie screams in agony)

(Ernie continues screaming)

- (Clara) Ernie? - (Ernie) Christ!

- (Clara) Ernie? - (Jimmy) Ernie!

(Clara) Jimmy, tell me what's going on down there.

(Jimmy) Clara, I'm gonna cut his weights. You haul him in.

- (Clara) Roger that. - (Weights clink)

I'm walkin' back. Hold onto this, you might need it.

Haul him in, quickly!

Now! Haul him in!

Chrissake... Haul him in.

(Grunts angrily)

(Jimmy) Hold on, Ernie. Hold on.

(Ernie winces in pain)

Pull it faster! Pull!

Oh, my God!

Ernie, it's heading straight for you!

Pull faster! Pull!

(Ernie gasps)

No!

(Ernie wails in agony)

(Ernie grunts)

(Ernie grunting)

(Water bubbles)

(Ernie moans)

(Jimmy) Clara! What's goin' on?

(Both grunting)

(Winch whirring)

(Clara grunts)

(Clara) Come on.

(Jimmy and Clara grunting)

(Chuckles softly)

One down, one to go.

(Jimmy and Clara grunting)

- (Ernie groans) - No, Ernie.

No...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

- Ernie... - (Ernie, weakly) Clara...

Hold still, Ernie. We're gonna get you out of here.

We're gonna get you out of here.

- We have to stop the bleeding. - (Ernie groans in agony)

Ernie, we have to get you out of this suit.

We have to get you out of here.

We have to cut it off.

(Weakly) Clara...

You got to... get out of here...

Ernie, we are not going anywhere.

Run. Run...

Ernie, no, just please, just--- Just hang on.

Just hang on.

We have to get him to a hospital! Please!

Please!

You bastards!

- (Jimmy) Ernie? - (Clara) No, no, no...

Ernie?!

Ernie!

Ernie, please, please, please.

Just hang on, just hang on, please.

(Whimpering) Please, please... Oh, God...

Oh, God! Oh, God!

No...

(Sobbing) No!

(Clara sobs)

Jimmy.

(Cocks pistol) Look out!

(Pistols cocking)

You want to kill us, boy?

Let's see you try, huh?

Jimmy. No.

- Put it down. - No, no. Let him have a go.

I'll make it fair for you.

(Bull snickers)

Come on, boy. What are you waiting for, huh?

What are you waiting for? Come on.

Come on, Jimmy. Let's see what you're made of!

- Jimmy... No. - (Janusz) Huh?

Come on, boy, come on!

- (Bull chuckling) - Do your worst! Come on!

(Clara exclaims)

(Janusz gasps)

What a load of shit.

Fucking black bastard!

(Cocks pistol)

No!

You kill him,

there's no getting back the rest of your gold.

I still have you.

Are you gonna man the pumps? You gonna suit me up?

(Janusz groaning)

(Moans)

- (Clara grunts) - (Janusz groans)

That was a nice shot, Jimmy.

- (Blows landing) - (Jimmy grunts)

(Clara) Stop!

Stop!

Stop.

(Bull) Now, we're still ten boxes short.

So, tomorrow,

you and your boyfriend are gonna go and get 'em for me.

Okay?

(Jimmy groaning softly)

Jimmy?

Jimmy...

("Van Diemen's Land" by Angela Little playing)

♪ Who ramble void of care ♪

♪ Who wander out on moonlit nights ♪

- ♪ With dog and gun and snare ♪ - (Breathing heavily)

♪ The hare and lofty pheasant ♪

- (Whispering) Jimmy. - ♪ You have at your command ♪

♪ Not thinking when it all began ♪

Jimmy.

♪ Upon Van Diemen's Land ♪

♪ The hovels that we're held in ♪

♪ They're made of sods of earth ♪

(Whimpering quietly)

♪ We have rotten straw for bedding ♪

♪ But we dare not say a word ♪

♪ We ring our huts with fire ♪

♪ And we slumber while we can ♪

♪ To keep at bay those beasts of prey ♪

♪ That prowl Van Diemen's Land ♪

♪ The first day that we landed here ♪

♪ Upon the fatal shore ♪

♪ The men, they gathered round us ♪

♪ It seemed like twenty score ♪

♪ They ranked us off like horses ♪

♪ And sold us out of hand ♪

♪ Then yoked us to the plow, they did ♪

♪ To plow Van Diemen's Land ♪♪

(Shaun) Come on. Get up.

(Clara heavy breathing)

- (Keys rattling) - Ow!

Shut up.

Morning.

Big day ahead.

So, who's going swimming?

I will.

No. I'll go.

No.

I think little missy here should have the honours.

See if she's got what it takes.

Come on. Now's your one big chance.

(Mocking) Make old Ernie proud.

Go and get his body.

It'll make a good decoy. Keep the big fish occupied.

You touch him, I'll bloody kill you.

Ah, suit yourself, mate.

It's your girlfriend in there.

You're going to kill me now?

You'll be dead soon. I promise you.

(Knife blade extends)

I'll rip you off like a pig.

The rest of the boxes should all fit on the sled.

Just make sure you lash them on tight.

(Clara) Got it.

Today you must become stronger than the wamba.

Stronger than the wamba.

She's going in there, she needs the knife.

Shaun-boy, get her the knife.

Now, you're gonna stay down there

until every one of those boxes is accounted for.

The faster you get it done, the sooner you get to go home.

Will you, though? Let us go home?

That's the deal.

- (Winces) - You try anything stupid,

I will blow the darkie's head off, cut your air

and leave you down there for the shark and all her babies.

You got that?

That a girl.

(Soundscape muffles)

(Deep breaths echoing)

(Clara breathing heavily, footsteps clanking)

How you doing, Clara?

(Clara) No sign of her yet.

(Clara breathing heavily)

Okay, I'm here.

(Jimmy) Copy that.

Be careful.

(Clara grunting with effort)

(Boxes thudding heavily)

(Clara) Right, that's all of them.

Ten boxes and they're strapped down.

- Start that winch, Jimmy. - (Jimmy) Roger that.

(Winch whirrs)

(Clara) It's on its way.

(Clara) Shit. She knows I'm here.

(Jimmy) It's okay.

Find somewhere to hide until she loses interest.

Do you copy, Clara?

Clara!

(Clara) Yes, I copy that.

I'll hide.

(Clara grunting)

(Jimmy) Clara, are you okay?

Yes. Yes, I'm inside the van.

I'll wait for her to lose interest.

(Jimmy) Good idea. Stay put.

Okay. (Breathing heavily)

(Clara gasps softly)

(Forceful thud)

(Breathing rapidly)

It's working.

(Jimmy) Okay, good.

- (Forceful thud) - (Gasps)

(Breathes heavily)

(Heartbeat thumping)

- (Clara screams) - (Jimmy) Clara!

(Jimmy) Talk to me, Clara!

Clara!

Clara, are you safe?

(Clara) I'm okay. She's trapped inside.

I'm gonna try and jam the door.

(Jimmy) Roger that.

(Clara grunts with effort)

She's trapped inside the van.

(Jimmy) Good. Now get back fast.

(Winch whirring)

(Whispering) Jimmy. In my belt, quick.

Hide it.

(Bull) We're home free, boys. Well done.

Can we finally kill them now?

We're gonna take 'em out to the river,

strap those heavy boots on 'em and dump 'em over the side.

The three of us will be out of here before you know it.

Shaun-boy, get this loaded into the truck.

On it.

Well done, missy.

You made it back in one piece.

We kept our end of the deal. Now keep yours.

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. That's not gonna happen.

We can't have you running off to the coppers now, can we?

But that was the agreement.

(Chuckling) You know your gullibility is sweet,

you know that?

It's stupid, but it's sweet.

Now go get your boss and put him in the boat.

What for?

We're giving him a sea burial.

Same as we're gonna give you.

(Janusz) Move.

(Thrashing violently)

(Door rattling)

(Shaun grunts)

- (Clara gasps) - What is going on here?

Just a spot of fishing, officer.

(Officer soft chuckle)

And you need guns for that, do ya?

(Cocks pistol) Drop it.

Kick it away.

(Gun hits the ground)

Now, all of you,

keep your hands where I can see 'em.

- Sergeant-- - Quiet!

And what about you, big fella? Hmm?

I said hand over the gun.

There we go.

Now kick it away.

(Kicking gun)

- And what about you two? - We're hostages.

- Hostages? - Yes, we're hostages.

(Sergeant exclaims)

(Shaun gasps)

(Both grunting)

Freeze!

(Both straining)

(Bull gasps)

(Bull groans)

(Gunshots ricocheting, windows smashing)

(Jimmy grunts)

- (Gunshot) - (Janusz grunts)

- (Gun clicks) - (Janusz groans)

(Janusz grunts)

(Grunts furiously)

(Clara grunts)

(Heavy thump)

(Shark clanking sounds)

(Cocks gun)

Jimmy! Get in the water!

(Bullets pinging under water)

(Bull) No- o- o!

You're dead!

Both of ya!

(Both gasping for air)

(Boat engine whirring)

(Bull) Come on.

You can't stay down there forever.

(Water bubbles)

(Gunshots)

Come on.

You can hide from me,

but that shark won't stay trapped forever!

(Gunshots)

I got you, you little bastard.

Aghh!

(Bull yelps)

(Gasping for air)

You bitch!

(Straining)

(Clara gasps)

No--!

(Groans)

(Winces in pain)

(Gasping for air)

Clara! Get outta there!

Wamba!

Get outta there!

Come on, Clara.

- (Grunts) - (Engine starts up)

(Engine whirring)

- (Clara breaths heavily) - (Cocks pistol)

What are you gonna do with that, sweetheart?

Call me that again. I dare you.

What are ya gonna do? You gonna shoot me?

Come on, sweetheart. What are you waitin' for?

(Gunshot)

Not one step closer.

You're down to your last shot.

You think you can get me with one shot?

I'm a farmer's daughter, and a better shot than he was.

That don't make you a killer.

Are you a killer?

Are ya?!

No.

But she is.

(Bull wails)

(Bull screams)

(Bull moaning)

(Panting heavily)

(Jimmy groaning)

(Winces)

Keep the pressure on it.

That true, you a farmer's daughter?

No.

He was a lawyer.

- You had me fooled. - (Chuckles)

(Car approaching)

(Swing jazz tune playing over speaker)

Sorry I'm late. Had to pick up a few things.

Whose car is that out front?

Said they wanted to speak to us.

Been waiting almost an hour.

(Clara) Oh, God.

No more police or damned journalists. Please.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm so sorry to have kept you both waiting. I'm Clara.

Paul Whitemore. First National Bank of Sydney.

(Frank) Frank Sturgess. Benchley & Shaw Solicitors.

I represent Ernie's estate.

Now, Ernie had no family to speak of,

and, quite bluntly, everything he owned is in this shed.

But what he did do was, some time ago, write a will.

And in that will, he left everything to you, Jimmy.

The Sea Dog Diving Company is all yours. Congratulations.

Thank you.

(Paul) Uh, on top of that, it seems you were unaware,

the bank was offering a reward of twenty five hundred pound

for any information which led

to the successful recovery of the bullion.

Now, thanks to you two, it was recovered in full.

So...

the reward is yours.

Er...

Thank you.

I... I don't really know what else what to say.

'Thank you' will do fine.

If you do need anything in the future,

please don't hesitate to contact me personally.

- Of course. - Good luck to you both.

(Clara) Bye.

(Emotional exhale)

- Give me the keys. - Where are we going?

To buy ourselves a boat.

(Clara gasps)

(Soft sigh)