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Oh yeah, young Trevor here owes me 1500 bucks, yeah?

I'm not looking for it tomorrow,

but I'm not forgetting it either.

Well, I'm Mick Kelly's girlfriend.

Have you seen Freeman?

I trust him to look after my girl and he goes and fucks her!

So what's this young girl to you, Joe?

She's my fucking stepdaughter.

I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard.

You're gonna have to either pay me

or kill me, Trevor.

Fuck off!

Ah!

Hiding anything in there, are we?

Huh? - Ah!

Look, Kay, if you talk to us now, we won't come after you.

I didn't say anything.

Take him away from me and I'll kill you.

Until you can feel somebody else's pain,

you can't love anybody.

Terry knows no one's said anything?

Yep, but you and I'll have to go over there,

sort out a few things face to face.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

You all right in there, love?

Yeah, just powdering my nose.

There are moments when the world

is a very small place.

Moments of tension, doubt, uncertainty.

But our angels are always closer than we think.

She won't be long.

How's she been?

Something's gotta be done, Terry.

Supply's erratic and then your mate Marty, Mr. Bloody Asia,

the junk that he's sending us

is about as potent as kitty's wee.

I'll talk to him.

My consortium are thinking it's time

we dealt with the supplier direct.

Cut out the middle man.

Got Marty's number have you, huh?

Or you know someone else with the direct line

to the growers in the Golden Triangle?

I'll talk to him.

He's in Thailand now sourcing up their globe.

Some of it's coming here,

but I'll make sure you get the cream, okay?

Everything sorted?

You tell me.

Well, with the changes in the narcotics bureau,

Bob and I are wondering if we should get Brian Alexander

to liaise directly

with the New South Wales police from now on.

Kensington Gardens are so lovely

and these are so House of York, I couldn't resist them.

Hi, I'm Karen.

Hey.

Bob Jones.

Nice to meet you, Karen.

Nice to meet you, Bob.

And we've met, haven't we, Alison?

They're over from Australia on business.

Right.

I'd better get these into water.

I'll do it, I'll do it,

Didn't you want to go shopping?

Did I?

I think so.

Did I?

Nice to meet you, Bob, Alison.

Pay the cops direct.

They're all bent as bananas.

And we need more couriers.

Well, authority using single girls.

Use couples.

Though Aussie retail's not really my territory anymore.

Is it?

We're all in this together, Terr.

Indeed we are.

Aren't we, Alison?

Ali I heard the narcs went really hard on you and Kay.

I didn't tell 'em anything.

Oh, I know you didn't.

I know you didn't.

Like Kay? - She didn't say-

She told them she knew me!

There's no call to shout, mate.

Brian Alexander saw the record of the interview.

Black and white.

"Yes, I know Terry Clark."

Just knowing you is nothing.

I know how these pricks work, mate.

They'll re-interview her.

They'll chip away at her.

Next time it'll be, "Yes, I worked for him."

Then they apply more pressure.

The floodgates open and she drowns me, you,

all of us in shit.

She won't.

Kay's not like that.

Is she still at the house?

She moved out.

Where to?

She's gone traveling.

Where to?

I don't know her address.

You're her best friend and you don't have her address?

Ali, I don't wanna hurt her.

I'm worried about her.

I can put her somewhere safe

where the narcs can't hassle her.

God, I'm sorry.

It's terrible.

The girl's being treated like that.

I wanna look after Kay.

I wanna look after you.

Are you sure you don't know where I can find her?

I need to go toilet.

Must be the time of the month.

So you think we need to,

little Kay?

Yes, but she's not our biggest threat.

Who beside you and me knows most about the organization?

Marty.

Marty doesn't know shit.

Alison.

She's this close to cracking on us, mate.

I could feel it.

She's taken more risks for us than you've had hot roots.

You said yourself she couldn't get outta bed,

couldn't leave the house, couldn't make decisions.

Well, she's been through a rough patch,

but she's pulling together.

Next time the narcs get ahold of her,

she won't pull together.

Well, I'm not organizing this one.

You have to, right?

Hello?

Kay, it's me.

Geez, have you forgot about the time difference?

Kay, listen to me.

You have got to get out of there.

Why?

The narcs after me?

No, not the narcs.

Terry.

I've got a daughter her age.

And let me tell you, however many you organize,

it never gets natural.

You owe me this.

Balls pop I do.

I have a son in New Zealand and I can never go back there

or Australia because you fucked up the Wilsons, Bob.

You promised me they would never be found.

And three weeks later, three weeks later,

they had dug up in a grave so shallow

I'm surprised you didn't smell them in Sydney.

All I am asking you to do is keep looking out for us.

Sorry about that.

So where were we?

Kay.

Yeah, right.

If I get her address, I'll pass it on to you.

So is there more we need to discuss?

Don't think so, Bob?

I'm glad you two came over.

It's important to be on the same page.

Absolutely.

Do you wanna go sight seeing? Shopping?

I don't know.

I'll ring the airport

and see if I can get us an earlier flight

out of this shithole.

That's goodbye then.

See you then.

Yeah, see you, son.

Goodbye to you too, Alison.

Terry?

Have they gone?

I bought enough meal if you wanna invite them to dinner.

You know earlier when you made it clear

that you didn't want me around,

I took the hint because I didn't want to embarrass you

in front of those people.

But if you think you can treat me like I'm not here,

like another stupid little Kiwi slut.

It's his birthday.

I love you.

Fuck me.

George Freeman's been shot in the head in his own driveway.

No one's safe in this world anymore.

Delighted to see you're recovering so well, Mr. Freeman.

Look, I didn't mean any of them things I said.

I'm really grateful that you looked after Nat so well.

And these are a token of my esteem.

Very generous, Michael.

Now fuck off.

Three jacks.

Oh, don't worry about the phone.

Just be some other dickhead ringing up to gimme his alibi.

Or visitors, Mr. Freeman.

Was that Mick Hurley I saw whizzing past like a cat on fire?

Good day, Lenny, Dennis.

How's the patient?

Alive, no thanks to you pricks.

Rustle up some glasses, will you Trent?

Give us all the gory details.

Bullet went in here through my mouth, out through my eye.

Half inch and I would've blown a hole in my brain.

You're a lucky bugger.

Quack's orders.

No, it's purely medicinal. I promise.

And I promise you mate,

we're gonna get the motherfucker who did this.

Looked in your own squad rooms?

It was the state coppers, George.

None of my blokes.

You got my word.

To your good health then.

- And yours. - Health.

So did you get a look at the shooter, Mr. Freeman?

Too dark. He was wearing a balaclava.

You got any enemies?

None that are prepared to say to my face, no.

But your visitor just now, his name's been mentioned.

It's not Michael Hurley.

No man likes another man slipping his lady a length, mate.

Oh, fuck me though.

They're from the Queen?

Compliments of commissioner Merv Wood.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

It's nice of the man.

He sent something else too.

Commissioner wants to know

if anyone here's been a bad boy.

Anybody got a truncheon tucked away?

I've got nothing to hide, love.

♪ Barbarella, I got news for you ♪

Oh.

♪ I know all about the things you do ♪

Watch the wound, love.

Someone shoot me in the head.

I'll come down soon.

Kisses for all. Bye.

You gotta tell her about us, Bobby,

before she finds out.

You look tired.

Did you get your business in London sorted?

Oh, a few loose ends.

I could murder a glass of plonk.

I got some osso buco too.

Temptress.

Uh, not bad. How's your lot?

Doesn't time fly?

Yeah, yeah. I do need another one.

Yes, I do know what I'm doing.

Look, you just make sure whoever you find

knows what he's fucking doing, will ya?

I got a fistful of cash and bags full of coke

and we both went back to my place.

- Hey, Aussie Bob. - And I'm fucking fine.

Let me buy you a drink, mate.

- What's wrong? - Bob.

This is the bloke I was telling you about.

Chris Flannery, Aussie Bob.

Frankie tells me you're a shooter.

Yeah, only the best fucking shooter

to come outta Victoria since Ned Kelly.

How many you done?

What's the job?

You get her from home,

you do the deed,

you make sure she's never,

and I mean never as in not ever found.

20 grand, five grand deposit.

I want it done nice and clean.

Of course.

I don't want her to know what's coming.

I don't want her to suffer.

Fuck, mate.

You want the job done or not?

It's just, she's a special case.

Your mum says everyone's special, Bob.

There are moments when our survival instinct

takes over our senses.

Some of us go into lockdown trying to make ourselves

as small a target as possible,

while others try to clean up the mess they've made

and only make it worse.

And we never know which strategy is right for which moment.

Oh, good morning, miss.

How are you?

I got your Aspidistra right here.

She's a beauty, isn't she?

I didn't order a fern.

Oh, this is 67 Winslow, isn't it?

- No. - Ah.

You couldn't show me the right way, could you?

I've been up and down this street so many times.

I can't say anything through some of these trees, you know?

It's signal third left as you go towards the harbor.

The harbor. Oh, is the harbor?

Which way is that? - It's just down there.

Oh yeah, I can see the water now.

Alison.

Thanks for your help, miss.

You're an early riser.

Who's this? Your gardener?

In you go, boys.

There's nothing here.

Found something, Jack.

Alison Ray Lynn Dine.

That is not mine.

It was in the fur coat.

Some mornings, it's just not worth getting outta bed.

What's this I hear

about Marty's latest consignment being cut to shite?

He got ripped off in Thailand.

The slimy chink fuckers

drove him to the pickup point in the jungle.

They took his money, they pulled guns on him

and then they fucked off.

Took him to 4:00 the next morning to walk back to Bangkok

and all he had left was a little 1K sample.

Look, he feels really bad about it, Terr.

He does.

70% of what he sent over was sugar.

Sugar, 70%.

He's totally fucked my reputation.

No one's gonna buy off me when the quality product

I promised him is Marty Johnson's fucking pube shavings.

I told him that, Terry, I told him not to go to Taiwan,

but he's fucked off all our regular suppliers.

He's burnt all his bridges.

You know what Marty's like.

You could do a better job than him.

Wait, I don't dunno about that.

I don't know, I've got a couple of ideas

how we might help run things a bit smoother.

Well, I'd like to hear them.

Let's go to the boardroom, eh?

Oh.

I'm saying.

It's the pressers.

Yeah, well I think we'd like a second press.

Andy fucking Mark.

With the name of the second press,

we can double our output.

Sounds great, mate.

I can see you running the Singapore end.

Hey, thank you very much.

You could be Mr. Asia.

I don't know why Marty was here though, eh?

Yeah, we'd have to kill him of course.

Yeah right.

This is business, Andy.

I have to instill confidence in our product

and our management.

He's my best friend.

He's your friend?

Yeah I can't kill him, mate.

He's your friend?

Friends look out for each other.

Friends don't crap on each other.

Marty craps on you.

He craps on me and he looks out for himself, no one else.

But we've known each other for years.

And what's he done for you in that time?

Has he once rung me and said,

"See what you can do for Andy?

"He's a good bloke."

Andy, I'm offering you a chance

to be my major broker in Asia.

Yes or no?

He's on his way here on a plane right now, okay?

I need to talk to him,

see if I can sort something out, okay?

Sure.

You do whatever you think's best.

Bob, if you're gonna hang around like a bad smell,

make yourself useful.

This is her, is it Dad?

Oh, hi love.

Nice to meet you, homewrecker.

How long did you think

you were gonna get away with this for?

Does Mum know you're here?

Mum knows everything.

Jesus, how could you do this to her, Dad?

Making nookie with this little

jumped up waitress skank. - Oh, how dare you.

Best leave this to me, okay?

I'll dare what I want, okay?

You gold digging bitch. - Oh, classy.

No wonder he can't wait to get away from you.

Hey, hey, hey! That's enough!

Turn please.

Other side please.

Terrance James Sinclair felt the weight

of his past slipping away

as one of the leading water colorists of his time.

- What are you doing? - I have to go out.

Why did you ask me to come here?

What?

Why did you ask me to move from New Zealand?

Was it for the sex?

I thought you wanted to be here.

I do wanna be here.

I'm asking why you want me here.

We're gonna start a new life together.

I've said this before.

You said all sorts of things, Terry,

but you've never said that you love me.

I won't be late.

♪ You're here in my arms where you belong ♪

Terry Clark mon ami.

What now?

♪ I know we're going strong ♪

I swear the hostesses

are more reputable in first class.

Thank you, Andy.

You've been the great white hunter in the jungle.

What can I say, Terry?

You know me, always a risk taker.

Remember when we first met?

Intercontinental Hotel, Auckland City.

August '74.

You all standing in your three-piece suit,

flowering your buttonhole, doffing your hat.

Master Asia.

Sometimes I feel like you're stealing my life, you prick.

I'm picking up very aggressive vibrations.

Who knows what goes on inside Terry's head.

He gives me the willies, always has.

So you cope with loony chinks pointing AK-47s at his head.

He doesn't appreciate you, Marty.

Doesn't appreciate what you've done

for the organization.

I mean, you should piss him off.

I mean, there must be loads

of other people you could deal to.

My mates for one.

- The ones in Glasgow? - Aye.

They've been on me for years about dealing smart to them.

The market is massive up there.

This is a chance for you and me.

We set up our own distribution network.

We deliver straight to Scotland

and Terry Clark can go fuck himself.

Mm, these mates of yours, good blokes?

Aye, let's get the ball rolling.

We can pick up Jamie now and head up tonight.

I'm off.

Like a piece of cheese.

So I'll call you, yeah?

Sure.

You off too, mate?

Hey, you don't mind do you?

You do whatever you think's best.

Is anyone else busting for a piss?

Fucking A, where are we?

Somewhere in Lancashire, I think.

Pull over then, eh?

Sure.

Might join you actually.

So what do you do, Jamie?

Hey, you know.

A bit of this, bit of that.

Used to be in the Scots Guard.

Useful man to have around, eh?

Aye.

Hey, how's your dad's arthritis?

Oh, it's not too bad.

We should visit him.

I can drink all his scotch

and let him beat me at backgammon.

Cut off the hands?

Smashed in the teeth?

Aye.

He won't be found?

You sure?

No body, no case. Remember?

He won't be found.

Well done, mate. That's a good one.

The bail's set at 5,000.

How long 'til court?

She's been remanded till November 2.

What's she said?

Nothing.

What, she didn't give up anything?

Didn't say a word apparently.

No comment queen.

Looks like a China doll, but she's a toughie.

Of course she'll probably spill her guts next time.

Won't be a next time.

Drop around to my joint.

Brian Alexander has represented

a dozen people on heroin charges.

Through her connections to biker gangs,

only had small amounts of personal use stuff.

And what about the last bloke?

She's a woman, Joyce Alice.

Arrested last month arriving from Singapore

with 3.5 kilos in a false bottom suitcase.

She's worked in massage parlors prior to this.

Only lawyer she's ever had has been legal aid.

Yet now of all the solicitor's officers

and all the world, she calls Brian Alexander's.

- Is she facing trial? - Yeah.

Get the prosecution brief, her record of interview.

Find if there's any connection to Clark.

Hello?

Bob?

Bob?

G'day love.

I got something for you.

Time to ship out I reckon.

Shape up and ship out.

In my case, you know, shape up or ship out.

I can go?

Go away?

What about the business?

I'll sort something.

Oh, no need for the water works.

Terry sent a man to the house to kill me.

Oh, now, now, now.

You, you just had a hard-

Some silly story about delivering a fern.

He was reaching for a gun.

No, probably just a pair of sequiturs.

Look, you're a good person, Ali.

You gotta get yourself a new life.

Forget about the whole bung lot, Terry and me included.

Thank you.

No way, Bob.

What do you mean no way?

I want my deposit back.

Deposit is nonrefundable.

Listen, you greedy little piece of-

No, you listen!

Bob, you employed my professional services, alright?

You fucking hassle me again

and I'll shove this ladle so far up your tubby ass

you're gonna have to pull it out your throat.

And why'd you cancel, Bob?

Because you're such a professional.

You deserve five grand for doing sweet fuck all.

- Karen? - I'm in here.

What's that smell?

It's Beef Burgundy.

Hey, get dressed.

- 13. - Oh!

- Oh. - Yes, yes.

Oh God.

15, 21. Nice hand.

Here, have a drink.

For once the piles of cash

in Terry's house were legal.

In that soon to be famous autumn evening at Ladbrokes,

Karen Soich won 18,000 pounds playing blackjack.

Thanks for taking me out.

You make me better than I've ever felt before.

You make me everything I want to be.

Who do you wanna be?

Your best friend.

Your lover.

Your husband.

I love you.

I love you.

Grotto Restaurant.

It's me. Have you done it yet?

Done what?

Alison.

Oh, not quite.

These things take a bit of setting up.

Thank God. Don't do it.

Pardon?

She's been true to us.

We should do the right thing by her.

No worries, mate.

If that's the way you feel.

It is.

How'd you know I'd be here anyway?

You're my mate, Bob.

I know you inside out.

Oh yeah?

You can read me like a bloody book.

You did say it'd have to be an issue

before the Prime Minister would act.

So you leaked the Wilson tapes to the press?

Jesus, Joe.

We need to maintain the highest ethical standards.

Well, like I said, Dave, you can be too honest.

Excuse me?

We've got the prosecution brief on Joyce Alice.

According to her record of interview,

she was driven to the airport for a flight to Singapore

by two other women, Kay Reynolds and Alison Dine.

Dine was also arrested for possession the other day.

Guess who her choice of solicitor was?

Brian Alexander.

The address she gave is a flash pad in Lane Cove.

We've already done a full title search.

Who owns it?

Terry Clark.

Hey? Ha ha.

She's heading for international departures.

Warwick's following.

We have to stop her.

We lose her, we lose any direct link we have with Clark.

And if we pull her in,

we let everyone in the organization know we're onto them.

Including Clark.

Jesus, Dave, you ever arrest anybody?

If she's going to a country,

we've got extradition arrangements with,

it's worth the risk.

American Airlines to LA.

She's traveling under the name Mary Jackson.

They let Alison leave the country

even though she was breaking bail.

For one thing, Dave Priest said his mates in the FBI

would keep track of her if he asked them nicely.

And as far as I knew,

Alison was just another of Clark's female couriers.

Just one of a whole bunch of underlings.

No one special.

Hey baby, come to papa.

Oh, look at the tight muff on that one, eh?

I like a tight muff.

A connoisseur of fine wines too no doubt, Johannes.

Yeah.

Word is that nervy son-in-law of yours, Freeman.

Me?

Well, I wouldn't wanna put the little poofter in it,

but you know.

I knew it had the hallmarks of a pudding head like him.

What do you mean?

You're shooting a bloke at point blank rage in the head

and you don't manage to kill him.

Ah, that doesn't mean shit from body.

Mick, he was working under difficult circumstances.

Like what? Cyclone Tracy?

Mick Hurley's your man.

That's the big word.

Apparently the reason he only got one shot off

was you swearing at him and failing to fall over.

Got that from Nick, did ya?

His father-in-law, that Muller bloke.

I don't think there's much family feeling there.

No.

Perhaps not.

Next time, sweetie,

a longer fucking hand job.

Stingy bitch.

If you're gonna kill someone matey, get it right.

I should have done it, mate.

Yeah, that would've been smart.

I'd have been careful.

I can handle myself.

So I'm gonna do you a favor

and all the thanks I get is you measuring your dick?

Well, all I'm saying is I am capable

of cleaning up my own shit.

Three aces.

Full house, queen high.

Go again?

Yeah.

By the way, thanks.

No worries, mate.

Johannes Muller.

There are moments when the world

is a wonderful place to be.

Precious moments of peace, gladness, grace.

But all our sins will surface eventually.

Fucking hell man!

- Come on, lad. - Fucking hell!

Gotta get him out of here.

Andy! Andy!

Come on, lad!

Oh, fucking hell. Fuck.

Oh, fucking hell man!

Fucking hell!

Jesus!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

He's not dead!

Of course he's fucking dead.

Andy, come on, lad.

- He's not dead! - Come on Andy!

Fuck!

Shut the fuck up!

Come on, Marty!

Shut up. Shut the fuck up, Marty.

Please shut up.

Shut up! Shut up, Marty!

Please! Please!

Please shut up Marty!

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪