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I found one of our floats, Frankie. It's been cut.

What the hell did you do?

Have you seen Jeremiah?

This is gonna blow up in your face.

It seems that every transaction, they cream off 0.8%.

Otis is with the Community. Get him out.

- You give me the keys. - I'm going with him.

Then you'll burn with the rest of them.

Two men turned up at the motel, looking for an Anneka van Cleef.

This woman, you see her?

Sounds like whoever this woman is really got under your skin.

Every now and then, you meet one that you have to go back for.

We'll be a couple of hours.

Your mother and I have an important lunch date.

Now, once in the store, you have to stay in there until we get back,

OK, darling?

You can buy whatever you want for yourself.

Happy birthday, Anneka.

Close the door, please.

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Fuck, no.

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- What are we doing here? - You like walking?

- No. - Like camping out, then?

It's in the middle of the fucking winter!

Good. Less snakes.

Gran your pack. Let's go, then.

Mmm. You smell that?

Can't smell anything.

You've got your nose too close to your arse.

Try again, old man.

Smell that fresh ocean?

Free supermarket right there.

Fish, oysters, crays.

Great. So now we can go back?

Yeah, sure. In a day or so.

Suppose your mum never discussed your blackfella side, did she?

I've got Irish blood.

You've got Irish blood but you've got blackfella heritage as well.

Through your grandmother's side.

I've got a grandmother?

Yeah. You're part of Mina's mob.

Grandma Wilhelmina.

What was my grandmother like?

Bloody feisty, that one, old man.

Don't want to do her wrong.

She gets her hands up on her hips like this at you,

you'd better run.

But I tell you, she had the softest cuddles of anyone I know.

I always thought I was more.

Well, you are, Jack.

You've got relatives all over, mate.

Maybe one day, you'll be proud to claim them.

Anneka van Cleef lives here? How the mighty have fallen.

- Hello, there. - Hi.

Alright, squire?

Come to trade in the Cherokee for a tractor, have you?

No, no.

- How can I help you? - I'm looking for a dear friend of mine,

Anneka van Cleef...

though she might not be going by that name anymore.

Hmm. It's a lovely shot, that.

Evie Morton classic.

You're out of luck, though.

She moved away about... two months ago.

Fell in love with my cousin, of all people.

Moved up north to his banana plantation.

Yeah. Yeah, she straightens out all the bent ones, apparently.

Little dad-joke for you there.

You a father yourself?

No.

Nah. No, you look too happy.

I've got an old address, if that's any use to you.

Won't be necessary. Thank you.

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I made you some tea.

Thank you.

You should be resting.

How is your leg and your shoulder and your head?

Sore, less sore and better.

It's lovely to have you back.

Yeah. It's good.

Hey, lady. There's three more looking for you.

Three what? Frankie's people?

No. New ones. Connor thinks they're Russian and they're asking for you.

- For Anneka. - Are you sure?

Connor says one spoke good English.

Where are we going?

Uncle Jason's house.

Jason's not an uncle.

He's a second cousin.

- And he lives in a caravan. - Close enough.

Oi! Mmm.

I like people to call first! We're having a dinner date.

No, we're not! What do you need, Stella?

For you to keep my children safe.

Safe? From what?

What do you think? Frankie! She's out to kill everyone.

- Well, as it happens, not just her. - Why'd you bring them here?

Because this is a police station, Jason.

Right. Yes, of course.

I need you to guard them with your life.

- I'm coming with you. - Otis, you can barely walk.

You stay here and... protect Jason.

Hey! Hold right there!

I don't believe you're telling me the full story.

Really? Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, this is what's happening.

I've got Russian mercenaries looking for me in town,

Frankie's out to kill me too

and probably the folk from the Community to boot.

I've got nowhere to go and no way of getting out.

- Right. - But don't worry, Jason.

I'm not expecting you to do anything that a real policeman would do.

- Just keep my children safe! - Yeah, I can do that!

- You can trust me! - Ugh.

I mean, what if you got them all together

and reason with them as a group?

You want me to get them together and reason with them?

I'd better get back to protecting them.

Alright.

Get them together!

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Does she seriously think that she can outrun us?

Where the fuck is she going?

Mm-hm.

Rhubarb and apple pie. My favourite.

- Could win a prize for this. - Already has. Lots of them.

- Twice at the Deloraine Show. - And Rosebery.

Times may be hard but it's no reason not to eat well.

Things'll turn, and we're ready.

I reckon you should put your beetroot cake in this year, Mum.

Ha! I bet they've never tasted a beetroot cake before.

Sorry to drop in unannounced

but I remembered your... country hospitality.

Thought I'd take a chance and see if you were in.

Country hospitality is reserved for country friends.

And you and I are a long way from being that.

I know.

That's why I brought them.

Brought who?

Who the hell are you?

This is the... the woman I was telling you about.

Johann, this... this is her, this is... Frankie, the woman.

I'm still waiting for an answer.

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We speak English in my house.

Of course.

Who...

the FUCK...

are you people?

I'm Frankie MacLeish

and this is my fucking house.

Who is this glamour boy?

I've never met him before but he said he wanted to meet you.

That he had a message that he wanted to deliver to a...

Vicky Stiles.

Ah. She's playing you.

I'll decide who's playing me.

Before the shooting starts...

perhaps we should take some time

to appreciate the significance of this moment.

Here we are, some of you about to take your last breath.

Any last words anyone wants to share?

- What's he saying, sister? - Bunch of bullshit, pet.

I'll ask you one more time.

What do you want?

I want to kill her.

- That's all. - You want to kill her?

Well, be my guest!

But... not in my dining room.

We serve food here.

Then what are we arguing for?

Tarquin, Drago.

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Put the guns down,

then let the gentlemen take her outside.

Then they can all go back to wherever the fuck they came from.

Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

You too, Stretch, love.

What the fuck?!

Shit! Sorry!

Beautiful, isn't it?

Our mob been here a long time.

Yeah, that much I know.

Know your history, do you?

You've gotta know your true self out here, old mate.

Otherwise you get lost in it.

All that bloodshed.

That pain.

Still lingers.

You feel it when you walk the land.

Scratch that crust...

that pain, it's still there.

That grief... it's leached into the soil,

the trees, the water.

It's inside the people here, like a sickness.

The bitterness. It'll wear you down.

Eat away at you, if you're not careful.

So every now and again, it resurfaces.

The insanity.

It breaks through that crust, like it's craving air.

Its claws hold on to you

and won't let go.

Aargh!

Oh! Fuck!

Anneka. Anneka.

Please...

Stop right there!

Or I will shoot.

Oh, come on. Be serious.

You don't look like somebody that could shoot a person.

Get down on your knees now!

I will not tell you again.

Oh, dear. Did we forget our bullets, did we?

Here. Have some of mine.

Oh!

Aargh!

- Did you get him? - I only winged him.

Can't hit a bloody thing with only half a trigger finger.

Days of wine and roses are over for me, Sammi.

So shoot him again!

- Switch hands. - Oh, OK.

Aargh!

Oh, no. That's no good. That's worse.

Aah! Oh!

- I'll be back! - Where are you going?

Car!

Oi! Hey!

Follow me! Come on!

Alright.

What the f...

Aah! Aargh!

Where is he? Well, he, uh...

I know you.

And this is not you, Anneka.

I'm not Anneka.

I came here to protect you. Please.

Stop talking.

It's not as easy as you think...

to kill someone.

Actually, I've discovered it's not that hard.

Turns out I can live with myself.

Anneka, please. Let me make this right.

God, please, babe. Listen to reason.

Stella?

What are you doing? Put it down.

This is the man who fucked my life.

He murdered Kumar and Gina and god knows who else.

- He's a... - Yeah. I know him.

We've met.

And we're all drinking mates.

What?

Don't do this, Stella.

What are you even doing here?

I... thought I might have to save you.

I don't need saving.

I need you to get the fuck out of the room so I can kill him.

No.

I won't do that.

Let's take him back.

Let's hand him in to the police...

and let him go to court.

You've won.

Can't you see?

You can get your old life back.

He's not going anywhere.

You're finally free, Stella.

Jason's here.

I can take over from here, Stell.

You have bullets this time, hmm?

This one's loaded.

If you don't mind, get your belt.

It's funny how this world turns out, isn't it?

Divine mystery.

One day, you're in London, studying finance,

and the next, you're in Misery...

♪ Meet me in Hawaii ♪

♪ Why not I... ♪

Phew.

Do you know where we come from?

Yeah, the north-east. That's home country.

On the other side of the island?

Yeah. It's beautiful.

We've got abalone as big as dinner plates.

Crayfish. We're in it.

When we're hurting, we want to be on home country.

Where things are good.

Where's this?

Near Bay of Fires?

Yeah, I suppose that's what they call it now, isn't it?

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So... what do you suggest I open with?

7 of clubs, third from the left.

Uh, jack of hearts,

second from the right.

Ooh, how's the scores?

- You're still winning. - Oh!

I think I've got a gift for this game!

King of clubs,

second from the right.

OK. So, not trying to put any pressure on you, lady,

but you have 3 minutes left

before they use the code and the money goes.

- OK. - It's kind of now or never, sweetie.

OK. Just... OK. Do it.

Do what? You haven't told me how much we're taking.

Well, I... I don't know how much they're shifting.

So... guess? 2 minutes.

Uh, OK. Alright.

I guess... they could be taking about...

$8 million.

- OK. $8 million? - Yep.

Uh, no, no. Actually, um...

Try...

$827,740.

Why that much?

Because it seems like an authentic amount

that might relate to something and it'll throw them.

Mmm.

- Actually, on second thoughts, I think that... - Ooh.

Too late.

There it goes.

OK.

So, um... I guess we just, um...

we wait.

- What? - It's done.

It's already in the first account you set up.

No way.

OK. Uh... well, let's test it.

Transfer $27,740 into that account.

That's a specific amount.

- That account? - It's a... it's a loan account.

Come here for a look-see?

You look so peaceful, sleeping.

Hmm.

Sorry to disappoint.

I brought you something.

- A chocolate cake? - From the supermarket.

All this way to deliver a cake?

Yeah. I... wanted to see how you were.

Why are you here?

It's not to deliver a $10 cake.

A truce.

It's time we learned to live with each other.

Apparently,

some people lose all memory after a traumatic event.

They block it out.

But I can remember every word spoken.

Every shot fired.

And what I remember is...

this weedy fellow above me...

and you putting a... an arrow in his chest.

I know I should be grateful.

I owe you.

No, you don't. You don't owe me anything.

I owe you...

for bringing killers into my home...

and for murdering Drago and Stretch.

I did not know that was gonna happen.

I should have killed you when I had the chance.

Look around you.

Hmm?

I'm not the one in the hospital bed.

You are.

And by the way,

my offer of a truce was for you, not for me.

We've both got children.

Let's just stay out of each other's way, huh?

Hmm, a truce.

A one-time offer.

I hope that doesn't mean

you're gonna expect fruitcake every Christmas.

No. I hate fruitcake.

See you round, then.

Sure will.

I'm hard to avoid.

I've been thinking.

We need to diversify.

Into what, Dad? Casinos?

The state's changing.

All them idiot mainlanders coming down here

to breathe our fresh air...

we should be capitalising.

So you want to bottle the air?

Walnuts.

You'll need to go back to the bank,

get our 20 acres back down by the river.

Tell them I've got a plan.

Walnuts and whiskey.

Whiskey as well as walnuts?

Yeah. Sounds like a good idea, Dad.

We'll need Billy back if we're gonna make all these changes.

Yeah, alright. I'll call him.

And what about... alpacas?

Oh, what about alpacas?

We're not having any bloody camels.

They're nothing like camels.

Well... maybe distant relatives but...

they're easy on fences,

they don't bite

and they hum.

How many animals you know that hum, eh?

Shove over.

They say it's gonna rain tonight.

Mmm.

And there's a shock.

Yeah? What's this... a summons?

Open it. Find out.

It's the deed for your house.

I transferred the money to the bank and paid it out.

Where did the money come from?

Investments.

Other people's.

I stole it. Stole it from the people who stole it from me.

I told you I'd pay you back.

$27,740. You only owed me 25 bucks!

Well, I know but I owe you a hell of a lot more than that.

Where's your dad?

In the truck.

Oh, well, wake him up!

He'd love to know that he's got his place back.

Yeah, I reckon he would.

Ah.

Long time ago...

I must have been... oh, eight...

I was out fishing with him for my birthday.

Only this one time,

when the old man told me to haul up anchor,

he didn't know he'd, um...

knocked the wrong lever down and sent it down deep

but I was so desperate to please him...

I kept on trying to haul the anchor up.

I never let go of it.

Not even when...

the rope...

burned the skin off my hands, down to the bone.

He...

I'm so sorry, Jeremiah.

Does his will seriously state this?

Will?

Told me enough times.

"Want to go out with a bang, like one of them Viking funerals."

Well...

here we are.

See you, cobber.

You ready?

Go for it.

You do realise he's already dead?

I don't think this is how the Vikings did it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

He would have loved this!

Three weeks ago, I promised to pay everyone $744 in a fortnight.

Every fortnight.

- But circumstances got in the road. - I'm going.

Instead, I can pay you $19,800 each, in cash, up front.

- Can you prove this? - Shut your cake hole!

Let her talk.

In all, there's $800,000 sitting in Tasmanian bank accounts,

waiting for us to collect.

- I've got the bus out the front. Let's go! - I wish it were that easy.

First, we need to set up a large number of different accounts

in different names.

I knew it. Surprise, surprise. There's always a catch.

Why is he even here? He works for Frankie.

I asked him because we need him.

In fact, I need all of you.

The money will be spread across these new accounts

at 16 different locations throughout the state.

We can't use our real names, Stella.

That's why we need Reg.

I've been told, in a previous life, you were a master forger.

Who told you that?

- I did. - I might have also mentioned it.

Uh, me too.

So we're gonna need fake IDs.

Drivers' licences, even passports if you can manage it.

What you are describing will take time and equipment.

I know but the longer this money stays in the banks,

the more danger there is of being discovered.

So... when can you do it?

Thursday.

Thursday it is.

I can kill her if you like, Miss Pollywaffle!

Oh, no, she's all mine, Mr...

Give us a moment, hey, pet?

Hi, Jack. Just... Stretch and Drago are dead.

I heard.

Oh, Jack. Oh, thank fuck.

Give me a hug.

- Are you OK, Mum? - Oh, yeah.

Ruptured spleen, couple of bullet holes...

not enough to kill your old mum, hey?

Charlie told me there was some fighting.

Mmm. Charlie.

That's where you were.

Your father's old mate.

I'm sorry for leaving.

No, no, no.

It's a blessing you weren't there.

Enough lost without losing my dearest.

Oh, give me a hug.

I'm not going back, Mum.

I can't.

No, you don't get to make that decision, son.

You can't leave me just like this.

Not all alone.

I'll come back to see you. I'm still your son.

But, Jack, I need you.

It's all for you.

I'll see you.

You'll all be issued with your costumes, wigs and IDs.

Accounts have been set up in multiple names,

so you must familiarise yourself with each of your identities.

This look for the first bank and then this one for the second.

Hmm?

I don't like stripes.

Remember, keep your heads down.

Avoid the cameras.

You don't want to do anything that makes them look at you too closely.

Withdrawals over $10,000

are mandatorily reported by bank staff,

so be ready for their questions.

They're expected to casually ask you

what you want to do with the money,

so know your stories and please, keep it real.

I'm buying a new drum kit from the guy that

used to play with Lobby Lloyd's Coloured Balls.

I need the money for a new ride-on mower and catchment device.

Alright.

Alright?

It's too clear. More blurry.

You'll work in pairs. Any trouble, one of you will act as a distractor.

Head-pull is the technical term, still.

- Right. - Technically, Connor,

there is a difference between head-pullers and blockers.

Yes?

Well, yes and no, Reg.

Good morning. I'd like to make a withdrawal.

My name is Rika Chadwick.

Yep, she is. I know her.

$9,900 is a lot for a jacket, Wanda Niessen.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's for the whole outfit.

The jacket alone has 1,000,800 sequins on it.

It's by that famous designer, Patrice... Rondeau.

A puppy? Not just any puppy.

The father's 30% King Charles cavalier with a toy poodle mother

but our little pup's mum, she's a

70% mix of standard poodle with, um...

This is interesting.

... miniature poodle.

You want to see a picture? I can show you a picture.

No. Hurry up and pay her.

I need to buy a ride-on mower that I can sit upon.

Counting.

- For a car? - SCUBA-diving tank.

Lessons, wetsuit, flippers.

I'll probably need one of those belts that weigh you down

and a knife, of course, for the sharks and moray eels.

- Sounds expensive. - Yes, indeed. Yes.

How much do I have in the account?

$12,100.

Well, I might as well take the whole lot, mightn't I?

- Can I do that? - Yes.

I just need to check that with the manager.

I'll just take your ID with me.

Oh! Oh, crumbs! Oh!

Always someone.

I might just take the $9,970.

Take me to see my brother.

Hi! We've been missing you!

- Can I get you a drink, madam? - Uh, yes, of course.

- Uh, tequila, vodka, whiskey? - All of the above.

- All of the above, OK. - I'll get you something to eat?

- Sure. - Pretzel?

What's happening?

- Why is everyone being so nice? - It's a party.

They're all our friends now.

We never had this many friends.

Go dance.

Hey, wasn't it your whole idea

to expose your former company as a bunch of crooks

and put them all in prison?

- Mmm. - Well, sadly, that was never gonna happen.

- Aww. - I was being naive.

Our legal system would defend those bastards to their graves.

At least now I can say I got back some of what they stole.

But this is the same money they stole from other people, isn't it?

Well, I mean, yes, technically.

I mean, it was ordinary people's money in the first place, wasn't it,

before it got stolen?

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Find all these ordinary people,

give them back their $20 that was taken from them?

And that sort of justification works for you now, does it?

- Yes! Yes. - Right. Right.

It sort of sounds like... how they'd defend it.

Wouldn't these ordinary people want to see some justice?

I just told you they weren't gonna get it.

So... I mean, this coming from a dope-grower.

I thought you'd be happy that I'm staying put for a while.

Come on.

Here, try and have a good time. I'll get you another drink.

So, lady, I just checked the ProsperOz network.

There's been, like, no blowback.

- So they haven't shut us down? - Mm-mm.

They just don't appear to have noticed

that some of their money has gone.

- So we can keep doing this? - Mmm.

We can keep hitting them up at the same time every month.

Everything's set up, all the accounts.

We can just vary the amounts, change out the odd name,

play at the margins...

Yeah.

- To us. - To us! To you.

Hmm.

If you could see,

you would see that everyone is having a really good time.

They're very happy.

I imagine they are. They're back to being criminals again.

Oh, don't tell me you don't approve either.

Oh, I've been here too many years to either approve or disapprove.

I can really bring this place back to life, Graham.

Mmm.

I heard the same thing many years ago,

from Frankie, when she first arrived.

I am not Frankie.

Nor was she, then.

What the hell is Behrouz doing here?

Oh, leave it open.

You're wounded, sister.

What does Behrouz want with you?

I can get on top of this.

You and me, we can cut this bitch down.

They're all... they're all down there now, having a party!

The word is, she delivered above and beyond.

The traitors! They're there together.

Mocking me!

If we go down there now, we can take back control of this town.

Is that little Eddie in there?

Yeah.

- Why? - Haven't seen the little guy for a while.

So are you gonna help me, or what?

I'll certainly be fixing things.

Righto.

I'll come back. Again.

Drive, Tarquin.

Get the fuck out of here!

You know, making me hurt Graham was real wrong.

Where's my money?

Yes. When will you be spreading the joy?

Well, it is time, so I'd better give the envelopes to Manfred.

- You're giving the money to Manfred? - Yes.

Why not? I'll be there.

He doesn't care about money.

He told me a story where he took a bullet in his stomach once

and let the others have the money.

No, he didn't. He did a runner.

There ain't a soul in town he ain't tried something on with.

Look, long as you ain't told him where the money is,

I'm sure it'll be fine.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

NO!

You'll never catch him now.

Watch me.

♪ Some day I'll have lovin' ♪

♪ Lovin' isn't easy to come by ♪

♪ By the time it's come by I'll be gone ♪

♪ I'll sing my song and I'll be gone ♪

♪ Livin' a life of luxury ♪

♪ Doesn't seem to be for me ♪

♪ Be for me ♪

♪ Movin' round comes naturally ♪

♪ Movin' around and feelin' free ♪

♪ That's for me... ♪

Hey. Stella.

Maybe you could give us a bit of a hand?

I just... I swerved.

I was trying to miss these cute little pademelons

in the middle of the road and I...

I was just heading back to the party, actually,

and I... I remembered...

Excuse me. I have a town of people depending on me.

Well, they're gonna be sad...

Hey... Oh. Can you smell petrol?

I can smell petrol.

I will come back and help you,

as soon as the money's safe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, well, let's just get me out first, eh?

- And then we'll grab the money. - I'm sorry.

But my trust factor in you is at an all-time low.

So... just wait.

Have you seen my tulip?

I said I'd come back.

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