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Don't be late.

Romper Stomper 1x06 "Anabasis" Jan 1, 2018

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Wasn't Hando.

Martin. Your grandfather.

- Hi. - Where are you?

Heading across town.

Catching up with family.

I think I'm being followed.

Be careful, Kane.

I know you killed Blake, Kane.

I married Blake because I thought

he could show this country a better way.

He was a beginning, but not an end.

You're that end.

I love you, Kane.

Wherever you're going tonight, the Lord is with you.

International departure?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

It's me, mate.

It's me. Open up, mate.

Hey.

- What are you doing there? - I made 'em change me room.

Why?

There was a turd in the wardrobe.

- A what? - A fuckin' turd!

In the wardrobe. I'm not putting up with that shit.

Moving up in the world, eh?

How are you feeling? Alright?

Can't keep nothing down. Every time I fart, I shit meself.

Did you check that account we set up for your girl?

It was all there, like you said.

We're going to do it tonight.

We're going to hit Anabasis tonight.

I'm sorry, brother.

I'm sorry, mate.

Alright, where's this cunt going to be?

He's chairman of an old boys' rowing club.

Fuckwits from Vancliffe College.

They're having a do tonight at the Richmond boathouse,

down at the Princes Bridge, in town.

I brought you a suit, so you blend in, you know?

You said the C-4 was going to be in the jacket.

Well, where's that?

Didn't trust myself to set the jacket,

but there's someone doing it right now.

It's someone we can trust. Don't worry about it.

And when I drop you off,

he'll be right there to give you the jacket.

It's the same charge. It's the same trigger mechanism.

Everything we planned.

Well, how are we going to get into this club?

- Won't they have a list? - Your name's Trent Appleby.

And if anybody asks you,

you were coxswain with the 1980 rowing squad.

The second VIII.

I paid for your ticket. It's being sent to this phone.

But don't put the batteries in just yet,

otherwise they might track you.

Show's supposed to start at seven.

6:45, you get into your suit and follow me out there.

I'll be waiting for you in the car. Alright?

- Yeah, alright. - I'll see you there, eh?

Can you turn it off?

- It helps me think. - Turn it off, please.

Well, that's so much better. We can talk now.

There's a car park around the corner. We should park.

We'll make better time if we walk.

Yep.

Pronto to Buddy, all three kids outside the house.

They've turned their phones off.

Suspicious buggers, looking for trackers.

Pronto to Buddy, kids are in the car.

Copy.

Pronto to Buddy, stand-by.

Standing by, Pronto.

Kids travelling east.

Passing you now.

Contact moving.

Thanks, Ed.

Yep, it's a gorgeous, clear Friday night

here in Melbourne, where the best advice

is to leave that car at home, if you can.

Don't forget, it's the Hawks and the Swans at the G,

and Katy Perry at the Rod Laver Arena.

De Luca?

And you thought it was gonna be

a boring night at the office.

We're out for a nice drive, all of us.

Where are you?

We're following the Antifasc east.

Just let me know what happens.

Look at the fucking traffic.

Friday night in Melbourne.

Didn't you factor that in, Einstein?

Huge game of football!

The Swans taking on the Hawks.

They've had a massive rivalry over the last five years.

Really looking forward to that one tonight.

Big line-up of guests too on the Friday Huddle.

Cyril Rioli joins us...

What's with this traffic?

- Ah, it's Katy Perry. - What?!

She's playing at Etihad tonight.

Wish I was there.

Oh, and the footy's on.

And probably some fuck-up on the trains.

Not into footy, are you?

Western Bulldogs.

Yeah, only since, like, 2016.

Shut up!

- I used to play, though. - Really?!

- Yep. - You?!

- Yeah, inside mid. - What?

Well, only up until Year 10.

Oh, yeah.

Just push in. I can't.

Hey, you!

Can you let us in, please?

What do we get if we do?

You get to feel like a nice person.

Fuck that! Show us your tits.

Oy, yeah! Lovely.

Go. Go.

Thank you.

Hey, what's this dickhead doing?

Eh! We didn't let you go in, mate!

I didn't show them anything.

You are a fucking legend.

Where are you now?

Heading north on Porter. It's bumper to bumper.

Visual's all we got. They turned their phones off.

Call me at the destination.

Should we wait?

He said he wouldn't be here until eight, didn't he?

Yeah. Let's stick to the plan.

Can you put some music on?

No, mate.

- Make a left up ahead. - Then what?

Take the back streets. Dump the car in the gardens.

Pronto to Buddy. What's happening?

She's turning left up ahead, mate.

We're running straight to the next left, which is...

- Toorak Road. - That's right.

Pronto, you're on your own for a while, mate.

Roger that, Buddy.

This is as close as I can get.

Fucking cameras everywhere.

Go around to your right on the promenade.

About 50 metres down

there'll be a heavy-set bloke leaning on the railing there.

Your jacket will be next to him.

The trigger's in the right-hand pocket, as we planned.

Don't forget the phone.

Don't forget the phone, 'cause your invite's in it.

- Are you right? - The fucking pain's come back.

Like a fucking drill in me head.

I'm glad I'm going tonight.

I just want this to end.

I know, mate.

I was gonna neck meself anyway.

I want to talk to my daughter.

You can't do that, mate.

I want to talk to her!

You know you can't do that, mate.

I don't even know if she loves me.

Of course she does.

She's been worried sick about you.

You tell her I love her more than anything.

- Of course I will, mate. - Anything!

Of course I will.

The pain's going...

..just a bit.

Ooh!

OK. Better do this while I can.

You say hello to Hando from me.

I will.

I love you, brother.

Sorry to see you go, mate.

And you remember me.

Eh! Magoo!

Go round to your right.

Sorry, man.

- The river's this way. - It's a permit zone.

I don't give a shit.

Free parking come the revolution, eh?

Yeah, we've got about two grand in unpaid fines.

Come on!

De Luca.

We're on Linlithgow in...

Shit!

What the fuck was that?

Some moron pulled out in front of us.

We're hit. I'll call back.

Just wait there.

Girls, just wait there.

- Why don't you look? - Why don't you, fucker?!

Jesus Christ!

Get down! Down!

Back off!

- Are you OK? - Get down on your knees.

Yep.

Are you alright?

The prick stabbed me.

Move again, I'll fucking shoot you.

What's going on?

Got into a scrap with some rock apes.

I got cut, Barker's bleeding.

Holding four here. Our night's done.

- Well, where are the kids? - Parked a hundred metres back.

Headed on foot into Victoria Gardens.

They looked like they were on a mission.

Shit!

Can B team pick it up?

He's got caught in Toorak Road. Could be half an hour.

Well, which direction did the kids take?

- North-east. - North-east?

There's nothing there.

Skate park, the river, boathouses.

Don't sound much like a fun anarchist date to me.

Right, check in later, get yourselves patched up.

Yeah, go Hawks.

Come on, Dad. We'll miss the bounce!

Hang on.

Oh, shit!

Alright, girls, something's come up.

I'm gonna get your Aunty Lucy

to pick you up on the street here under light tower six, OK?

You got your tickets? OK.

I'll see you at home.

Yeah, Lucy, I need a favour.

I've gotta go to work...

Fuckwit.

Fuck.

...Jago Zoric.

The Immigration Reform Bill

has been brought to the top of the agenda

for the current parliamentary sitting.

Attention focuses on George Anabasis and his crucial...

Your tail is off chasing Kane.

Zoe?

I've got something for you, but I want a face-to-face.

How about where you used to meet Blake?

- What have you got? - We bugged Antifasc.

The conversation got very interesting.

I'll give you the stick,

in exchange, you take your guys off my street.

- What's on the stick? - Come and get it.

Anything about Anabasis?

No.

Where are you?

Tomorrow.

Driver...

- Yes, ma'am? - Change of plans.

Take me to Boathouse Drive, next to the river.

No problem.

Farid, that's them.

- We still gonna wait? - Yeah. Wait for Anabasis.

- Tickets? - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Hey. How old are you?

Taxi!

Taxi.

- Boathouse Drive. - No. Trip too short.

- Hey? - It's too short.

Hey!

Fuck!

Like being in a room full of peacocks.

This is who the system serves.

If they haven't fucked you over, they're going to.

We didn't come here to have a party.

Just getting some payback from the system.

How you goin'?

- You alright, mate? - Yeah.

- Long day. - Got your mobile ticket?

On your phone?

Oh... Left it in the car.

Try it the old-fashioned way. What's your name?

Trent... Appleby.

I was a coxswain in the second seven...

I mean, second eight in... uh...'80.

It's not here. Can you get your phone?

No, I got dropped off.

Go up and see

if anyone remembers Trent from the 1980 squad.

No, that's alright.

It looks like a pretty big crowd up there.

Someone I know will rock up here pretty soon.

OK.

Fuck...

How's this for a mobile ticket?

It's all I got.

I got cancer, man. Look at me.

I just wanna go up there,

see some old mates for the last time.

You're a champion. Good on you, man.

That's your last one.

Why?

Petra...

- What? - That old guy.

Seen him before.

Are you sure your uncle's coming?

Yeah, he'll be here.

Hey. Do you wanna dance with me later?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well... just think about it.

Back in a minute.

What? We have to blend in.

Right.

You're a relative.

What?

Uh... a relative of Martin.

Uh... I see a resemblance.

- Where is he? - Didn't anyone tell ya?

He died this afternoon.

Leave a message.

Hey, bro. Such a warm message you leave.

Look, you'll never guess where I am,

this cool boatshed in town with free food AND champagne.

Can't you see how good I am at this?

You don't deserve me.

Anyways, love you, but my battery's about to die,

so I've gotta...

Are you OK?

Been better.

I'd say a lot better.

You don't belong here, do you?

What are you talking about?

You're not a member of this crowd.

I bet you never lifted an oar in your life.

What are you, some sort of smart-arse?

I'm right, though, huh?

We outcasts gotta stick together.

These guys think we wanna be like them.

What a joke.

You're too young to be in here drinkin'.

You're the only one who's noticed.

I've got a daughter your age.

I know how old you are.

Go home.

You OK?

You look like you're in pain.

Not for much longer.

Go home, little girl.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuckin' idiot.

Message received at 7:55pm.

Hey, bro. Such a warm message you leave.

You'll never guess where I am,

this cool boatshed in town with free food AND champagne.

Can't you see how good at this I am?

You don't deserve me.

Oh...

- Kane. - Vic.

I just wanna make sure Operation Blue Star is off.

Well, I have to tell you, Kane, that Blue Star's back on.

What?!

Listen, we're not at the top of the tree on this one.

Decision's come from up above.

I don't give a fuck! Cindi's at the boathouse.

What? I told her not to go.

What, you knew she was gonna be there?

Oh, fuckin' hell. I told her not to go!

- Vic, fucking call it off. - Fuck, I can't.

Magoo's left his phone behind.

Get in there and fucking stop him!

I can't do that. Fuck! I'm miles away, mate.

Jesus Christ!

Ring the fucking boathouse

and tell them a terrorist

is gonna blow up the bloody building!

Listen, if Magoo sees an evacuation,

he's gonna pull the trigger.

If he sees the cops there, he's gonna pull the trigger.

- Where are you? - East Malvern.

Well, you're close.

Magoo's waiting for Anabasis to arrive.

- When?! - I don't know.

You're just... you're gonna have to get there.

You're closer than me. You gotta get there.

You're gonna get to him. You gotta call it off, yes?

Vic...!

If anything happens to Cindi, I will fuckin' kill you.

Alright? I'll fucking murder you!

Fuck!

No, no, no, no!

No!

Commonwealth car. That's him.

Let's go.

- George! - How you doing?

Roger. Penny.

- It's been a long time. - It has.

- Too long. - You're looking great.

Oh, is that Uncle George?

Fashionably late!

Marco!

I know it's going to happen here.

Marco De Luca.

Leave a message after the tone.

It's... it's me.

Um...

I'm not gonna see you again.

And I wanted to say to you...

I know I've never said it enough.

But I love you.

And...

There's just so few people that I've let into my life.

Anyway... Um...

Thank God I met you, huh?

I'm sorry. Please just forgive me.

Bye.

Fuck!

Come on!

Move!

I obviously can't speak right now so...

- Ah, FUCK! - ..it's up to you.

Cindi, get out of the fucking boathouse right now.

Do you hear me? I'm serious.

And get as far away from it as you can.

I'm serious about that, alright?

So how much did we raise?

Fantastic, mate.

Mr Anabasis. We spoke on the phone. It's good to see you.

Could you guys excuse me for a minute?

Sure.

Everybody wants a piece of you, George.

Come on.

- Who are you? - Laila Tahir.

- From the Jago show? - Yes.

This is my boyfriend, Farid.

Hello, George.

You two here. Things must be really bad.

What have they said?

We've just come to tell your uncle what happened.

Some of us were trashing Jago Zoric's house

the night he died.

Jesus Christ. Is this some kind of joke?

I obviously can't speak right now

so if you'd like to leave...

Who else knows about this?

Just those that were there. You, me and Farid.

What do you want?

The refugee bill going in front of the House next week,

nobody knows how you're gonna vote.

It's a complex issue.

We're just hoping you vote the way you said you would

during the election.

Or what?

Or I go to the cops.

You'll ruin my brother's life.

George! Sorry to interrupt. Do you want to speak now?

- Sure. - Over here, mate.

Get out of the fucking way!

Come on, mate. Come on.

Your attention, everyone, for a moment, please.

Let me introduce you to the man responsible

for starting this magnificent fund,

and reuniting the Vancliffe rowers for the last 40 years.

The federal member for Cobbin, George Anabasis!

Looks like you're having a great time.

It is my pleasure to announce that we have raised $100,000.

We're gonna be able to buy

a dozen of these beautiful racing shells,

like the one you see behind me,

and give them to schools in low income areas

which would otherwise have no chance of developing...

Hey. That old guy in the jacket.

That's Magoo Anderson. He's a Jurassic-era Nazi.

Fear no adversary...

Hey, what the fuck...