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All right. I'm going now.

♪ Sitting in the Bondi sun ♪

♪ Watching the seagulls ♪

♪ Watching the sea ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Got all the empty beach ♪

♪ I need ♪

♪ Sitting in the Bondi sun ♪

♪ Reading about ♪

♪ The recovery ♪

♪ Forty cents ♪

♪ have fought and won ♪

♪ Buys just the paper ♪

♪ That I need ♪

♪ In a while I'll get up ♪

♪ Take a walk to the newsstand ♪

♪ Buy a punter's pass ♪

♪ And walk to the TAB ♪

♪ And try my hand ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Tell 'em I'm sitting in the Bondi sun ♪

♪ Watching the seagulls ♪

♪ Watching the sea ♪

♪ Hoping no one comes along ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Got all the company I need ♪

♪ Bondi sun ♪

♪ Got all the empty beach ♪

♪ I need ♪

♪ Sitting in the Bondi sun ♪

♪ Got all the company I need ♪

♪ Got all the empty beach ♪

♪ I ever needed ♪

♪ Got all the empty beach I need ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Mr. Hardy?

That's right.

You are very punctual.

Never like to be late, Mrs. Singer,

I might miss out on something good.

I was having a gin and tonic.

I'll join you. Thanks.

Great looking day.

What do you think of Bondi?

Bondi? I like it.

I'm proud of it.

I don't.

How long since you gave up?

Oh, I don't know.

Roughly two months, 16 days, nine hours.

Thank you.

How do I begin?

I mean, to confide in a private eye.

- Who recommended me? - The phone book.

Oh!

It's my husband John.

Two years ago, he went out in his yacht

and he never came back.

The yacht was

washed up on the beach

and there was a suicide note in the cabin.

It said that John had cancer and he couldn't face it.

He'd taken 20 Mogadon and half a bottle of whiskey in here.

He intended to go overboard.

He was never found.

Did you read the newspaper reports?

Yeah. He was in real estate, something like that.

Real estate, taxis,

pinball machines,

you name it.

So what's your problem, Mrs. Singer?

John may not be dead.

Here I've been sent this.

I saw John in Roscoe Street Mrs. Singer, he looks crook.

There was an investigation at the time of course.

I just want it settled.

I want a serious inquiry.

There's a check in there and a photograph of John.

What else will you need?

That's a fair bit of money.

I'll need a list of his business contacts,

friends, acquaintances,

places he went.

I'll look it up for you.

I'll get them over to you this afternoon.

John Singer.

Bruce Henneberry.

Hmm.

S for Singer.

I can't hear you. I can't see you.

Along the right hand wall and you've got 20 seconds.

That's interesting.

Nice car. Does it work?

Good day, you're Henneberry, right?

Cliff Hardy.

I'm looking for a bloke called John Singer,

real estate developer.

Drowned himself about two years ago.

Now someone thinks he's alive.

I've read your articles about him.

How do you know I'm Henneberry?

Well, aren't you?

What do you cost Handy?

Hardy. 120 a day.

It's not a good rate for getting dead, is it?

I'm not intending to get dead.

In addition to which,

if you've read my articles,

I've already told you what I know.

See ya.

Come on, Henneberry.

Skip the bullshit.

You've got a tape on Singer.

You are handy, aren't you?

Don't let me stop ya.

Listen Handy, everybody who's anybody knows,

I surf in the morning and I run in the afternoon.

How come you don't know?

Why don't you telephone for an appointment

so I can tell you you can't have one.

Henneberry you gonna talk about Singer or not?

No.

What's the matter? You afraid?

Come on, Hardy.

Be a good boy.

Why don't you ring him?

Who are you?

I'm Anne.

Are you angry?

No. I'm Cliff.

Stop over some time.

Mrs. Singer bring these around herself, Hilde?

I don't know. The envelope was under the door.

Did all right for himself, Singer.

Toaster's not working again.

Been in the window box.

It's Nepalese salad and don't change the subject.

You signed an agreement,

you break the toaster, you fix it.

And it's your turn to put out the garbage.

Feel like I'm married again.

You would be if you weren't such an asshole.

♪ My boyfriend ♪

♪ Mister ABC ♪

♪ My boyfriend ♪

How you going?

You got a light?

You're too young to smoke.

I'm too young to do a lot of things.

Doesn't stop me, but.

I'll bet.

How the hell did you get in?

Ah, Mr. McCleary.

Hot morning, isn't it?

He said he wanted to fuck me.

- Did you? - No.

Why would she say you did?

She reads too much.

Can't read.

He said he wanted to suck my tits.

Just tell me who he is.

Ask him yourself.

You!

Where the hell were you?

Sorry Boss went for a piss.

You piss, when I tell you!

Anyway, the name's Hardy.

Sorry to intrude on your boys' toilet training

but I believe you knew John Singer.

You had a company with him?

Swimming pool installations.

Mr. Singer died.

Company folded.

One of those things.

Are we getting another swimming pool?

Arthur you're kidding?

You journos have your fingers in all the shit.

Slow horses, fast girls, little boys.

There is no shit about John Singer.

And what about McCleary?

He's a dead-set crim, he has to be.

Course he is. So what?

Well, so Singer must be.

Clearly.

So Singer cut a few corners.

So what, in this town?

Dozens of crims like McCleary

wanna invest in straight businesses.

Anyhow, where's that drink you owe me?

Drink? What drink?

For the advice.

If there's nothing wrong, who wrote Mrs. Singer the note?

- G'day Helen. - Hi Garth.

Someone with a grudge.

Maybe she sacked her cleaning lady.

More to the point if there is something wrong

who wrote her the note.

Good afternoon, minister.

Bill Winter.

Oh, he is always here.

This place is a hole.

White wine. Thanks mate.

Don't think he likes you.

Most politicians don't.

Bill Winter's a Minister, so he loathes me.

I know that bloke.

The one in the fawn suit.

Fred Ward.

Fred Ward, yeah.

Fred Ward, he backed a lot of Singer's larger projects.

Must have made millions.

Singer's dead Hardy.

Fred Ward's, big league, respectable stuff.

Not good enough.

Of course, it's good enough.

You're old enough to know that.

Look, just watch yourself.

There are some pretty heavy blokes out there.

- I don't smoke. - What?

My wind's sound. I run away.

I'm on expenses. You want lunch?

- No. - No?

Don't you ever call me a liar again?

You knew he didn't have cancer.

Why say he did?

Why did he say he did?

I can't answer that question.

You've gotta answer.

I pay you.

I don't have to do anything.

How do you want it to turn out, Mrs. Singer?

Do you want me to find your husband

out there alive somewhere?

Or do you hope he's dead?

- I don't know. - And what does that mean?

You are not very subtle, are you?

You mean you want him to stay dead?

I mean, I lied to you for a very simple reason.

Pride,

female pride.

The day John died, he didn't need me to go to his yacht.

He went to his girlfriend.

Yes?

Miss Modesto? Sandy Modesto?

Yeah.

Got a parcel for you.

You're not a parcel.

Cliff Hardy. It's about John Singer.

Don't thank me or anything, I only live here.

Thanks.

Well,

I'm a model.

I was up late filming a commercial, we partied on.

What's it to you?

Been icing the cake, have you?

Why don't you get out?

You tell me about John Singer and I will.

John Singer was a long time ago,

in my life, very long.

I was in a bad way when I met him

and he changed things for me, you know?

I guess in the end I asked too much.

He couldn't handle it.

So now I've told you.

Junkie are you?

Get stuffed.

I'm working for Mrs. Singer.

She thinks John might be alive.

She thinks he might have faked his death

so he could run away with you, did he?

What did he do?

Look, all I know is that I was crazy to see him.

As soon as I did, we both knew it was hopeless.

He went to his yacht and I came here.

Then what did I do?

Oh yeah, I went to a disco and picked someone up.

When I found out John was dead,

I modeled overseas for a year.

Who told you about me?

Mrs. Singer, what do you think of her?

What do you think of rich men's wives?

Maybe they're lucky.

John was great when he wanted to be.

Happy birthday mate.

Hi Hilde.

Hi.

Coffee's fresh if you want one.

Thanks.

No one been looking for me?

No.

How's the boyfriend business?

Booming.

- How many been around today? - None.

Haven't had time.

You going out?

Yep. Bondi, you wanna come?

No. Can't speak New Zealand.

G'day Aldo. Bludgeon again?

Hello Cliff?

Have a drink, you know where the flagging is.

So to what do I owe this pleasure?

Don't want a Maltese Falcon on your dick.

Wouldn't have a big enough transfer mate.

Do it free hand.

You're not getting near me, you bastard.

Have a smoke mate.

Thanks.

Ever heard of a bloke called John Singer?

Owned a bit of this and that around here.

Sure. Dead.

Well that's what they reckon.

Thought you might have heard something different, you know?

Boat offshore.

Frogman.

Spaceship, that sort of thing.

No, I never heard anything like that.

He was money they said.

Very big?

Big and small.

That's something to do with the Bondi rip.

Pinball joint.

Yeah, that'd be right.

♪ What you need is what you get ♪

♪ He's my best friend ♪

♪ I got needs ♪

♪ I got to ♪

Pool?

What with?

I haven't got any fucking money.

Easy money?

You know this bloke?

Nah.

They tell me he's the owner.

I wouldn't know, mate.

I work for a guy who works for a guy.

You know what I mean?

Never seen him in here or out in the streets?

No.

Come on. You can do better than that. Think.

I could ask around.

You do that. All right?

♪ He's my best friend ♪

Got money.

Got a match, mister?

Grab his wallet Rivers.

Get in Lindsey.

Oh yeah. Fuck.

Good punch.

You all right?

Yeah.

- He's over matched. - I believe you.

What you do, Hardy? Flash your money around?

Yeah. Stupid.

I've been checking you out, Hardy.

You're supposed to be good.

So what?

If it weren't for me, these punks would've had you.

- Now I'm getting old- - Leave him alone,

He's a junkie.

Come on Lin.

You fucking gump.

You need a drink.

You're not wrong.

Not related to Fred Anabry, are you? Boggs?

Yeah. Bloody good one.

Yeah, he had a great vibe with Richardson.

No relation.

I've been thinking Hardy, maybe I can help.

So Singer is on your tapes?

I'm onto something big.

Ties in with your investigations.

Singer alive?

Big names.

Big deals,

big risks.

Good day, Manny, meet Cliff Hardy.

How you going?

This a friend.

Cliff just had a dust up with some junkies.

Give him a coffee.

Thought you said a drink?

It's a special.

It's a chicken.

You've been fighting again, Bruce.

Yep.

Break any bones?

I just had to raise my voice a bit.

Okay, so what can you tell me?

Not here mate.

In any case, more to the point.

What can you do for me?

You think about it.

See you tomorrow, first thing.

Don't worry, I'll pay for this.

Special.

Hey Mr. Henneberry.

No. Not today, Leon.

There's something I wanted to talk to you about.

I'll catch you later.

Hello?

- Not the same deal. - Hello?

You gotta do better than that.

- Oh hello. - You agree with them.

You've just missed him.

So much for an appointment.

Can you swim?

Oh.

Pretty fit for an old bloke.

But then I guess you'd know that.

You can wait here if you like.

I need the sun.

All right Hardy, let's have ya.

Move along please.

Give the guys some room.

Thank you.

Did you know Henneberry long?

Only met him yesterday.

Could have been his unlucky day. Anything?

You all right?

You're a nuisance Hardy.

You could become very unpopular.

Who's your client?

Can I use his towel?

Hardy this isn't a Greek divorce,

- a runaway teenager- - No, it's murder.

Bruce Henneberry sold very expensive dirt.

You are not in his league.

So what were you doing there?

For God's sake!

A man's dead!

I beg your pardon?

I should have asked you before.

Perhaps you know Mr. Hardy's business here?

- No. - Why not?

He never told me.

You were Henneberry's girlfriend.

I'm a journalist.

Bruce Henneberry was very helpful.

So you'd know where he stored his dirt.

I'm sorry?

Where did Henneberry keep his tapes?

I don't know.

How the hell would I know?

Okay.

The bearded man in a wetsuit

ran to a panel van and was driven away.

I did not notice the van's registration number.

Well done Hardy.

Hot stuff!

Glad to help.

I then ran down of the water.

What's this?

My possession?

There was a large knife wound in Mr. Henneberry's...

How do you know it's not a board fin accident?

It was a knife.

No. We interviewed the other surfers.

None of them saw a knife.

Well what about the old Derro?

What Derro?

Oh, well done boys.

He's probably down there telling a story

to the newspapers right now.

He's name's Leon.

Leon who?

I don't know.

But you do know him?

He was always trying to sell Henneberry information.

About what?

This week it was something about missing persons.

What missing persons?

I think he invented most of it.

It was an excuse to get drink money.

Ah, on metho was he?

He'd make a great witness.

Nothing wrong with metho.

You would say, Mercer?

Oh get him to shut up.

Family don't understand him.

I said shut up.

Not a dry eye in the locker.

- Anything to add? - No.

- You sure? - Sure. I'm sure.

I only met Henneberry yesterday, I told you.

Probably got nothing to do with what I'm working on.

I've only got your word for that.

Well gimme a couple days clear

and I'll give you whatever I get.

What do I put in my report?

Say I was warned, I'm not gonna contradict you.

Oh, you are a sneaky bastard, Hardy.

Play a lot of logs.

Your sheet seems pretty clean.

Play tennis, do you?

Only just.

Alright, I'll give you 48 hours.

Sign.

This is Marion Singer.

I'm not able to take your call at the moment,

please leave your message after the tone.

Mrs. Singer, this is Cliff Hardy.

We've gotta meet.

Police are involved, I want your instructions, now.

Bruce said you kept your ear

pretty close to the ground, Manny.

Looking for a bloke named Leon, a derro.

- Do you know him? - Hmm.

Seen him recently?

No. Why?

I'm working for a lawyer,

owes money for blokes that can't be found.

Lots of it.

Leon can help you with this?

How you know that?

Bruce told me.

Been talking to him.

Ah.

So what's he like this Leon?

Leon. He speaks many languages.

So why is he a drunk?

Know where he lives?

Who knows?

Who knows where any of these people live?

Oh geez, mate!

What have I done?

I'm only Leon!

What the fuck is that?

This one we read in the papers.

Let's move.

All right. All right. All right.

You walked down the alleyway, you heard a shot,

- you ran - And I got hit.

You must have seen something?

Yeah. I saw stars.

Very convenient.

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you think it's supposed to mean?

You tell me.

Why did you go after Leon, Hardy?

What is the connection?

He saw Henneberry killed, didn't he?

Did he?

What's going on here?

Leon was a witness.

Why weren't you guys out looking for him?

What are you trying to do?

Sweep Henneberry

- under the carpet? - Watch it sport!

Bit of pressure

- from upstairs. - Your face

could have an accident with the wall.

Not me, mate. I respect public property.

My question is, Hardy.

What did Leon have to do with your case?

Doesn't anyone ever take any of this away?

I don't think so.

Look, do you want me to throw you in the slammer?

- Can't do that. - Can't I?

No. I asked for two days.

You said, okay,

- I'll still bargain. - Yeah. Well your deadline

has just been slashed Sport.

You come back here at 10 o'clock tonight

when you will name names.

Goodbye.

As regards to your license, Hardy

it can be taken away just like that.

No one liked Henneberry.

I hated his guts!

But he was a very interesting man to a lot of people.

Good morning.

You look awful.

You getting pissed again?

I saw a bloke get his guts blown out.

Guts are gray and green, did you know that?

Well don't stand there like a stunned mullet.

I'm not a mullet.

You might as well be.

Have you been to bed?

Look Hardy, if you can't look after yourself,

I'm just gonna have to do it for you now.

Now go and shower.

Come on. Go and shower.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

Oh, by the way, there was a call for you.

Marion Singer?

No, she called herself Sandy Modesto.

Okay.

Very nice.

Hey, that's mine.

- Last bloody - Oh piss off woman.

You ever seen a blonde dame come outta there?

- I don't believe it. - Have you?

He's in the dunny.

Hilde it's me.

Mrs. Singer ring?

Hmm.

Good.

Hold on a minute. Where?

Where?

Oh listen, there was another message.

Oh, she sounded really upset.

Her name's Anne

Winter.

Anne?

- Hardy? - Yes.

Hardy?

Open up.

What the hell's going on?

Do you know what I've been through?

- I went to the police station - Where do you think I've been?

- I've been shot at. - And they kept me

there for hours!

They questioned me and I came back home and look at this.

Look! They've destroyed everything.

I don't know what they want.

Look my files, my books.

Somewhere you won't even find anything.

I don't even know what they want.

What is going on?

Shut up!

Don't you tell me to shut up.

I said shut up!

Who do you think did this?

Why do you think they did it?

Why do you think I just got blasted at?

'Cause they want the tapes.

Well, I don't have them.

Well, if you don't have them, who's got 'em?

Take it easy and take a breath.

Okay?

Henneberry's tapes involve John Singer, don't they?

Henneberry's tapes involve everyone.

Yeah, but if I wasn't looking for Singer

Henneberry wouldn't be dead, would he? Or Leon?

Turn left, right here.

Who do I have to fuck to get one of these?

My father.

Would you like a drink?

You bet.

Do you think we were followed?

I bloody hope not.

Here.

Oh.

Oh.

Do you like this room?

Can't afford to like it, I'm too poor.

My mother wouldn't like it either.

I was brought up with her in Switzerland.

I suppose you think I'm a phony?

Slumming it at Bondi with this place to come back to?

Couldn't care less.

Liar.

Is it true you were in the Army?

- Who told you that? - Henneberry.

- What else did he say? - That you're divorced.

Not his fucking business.

- He said that too. - What?

That you're still upset about it.

What did you do in the Army?

I did what I was told.

But now you don't.

Would you you like another?

No thanks.

Aren't you curious about me?

No.

Why not?

I know about you.

Oh.

What am I?

Ambitious.

Yu-hoo.

Anne!

Come and join us.

- Hello daddy. - How are you darling?

Who's your friend?

Cliff Hardy.

My father, Bill Winter.

- How are you? - How you doing?

Champagne?

Mm. Yes please.

Good!

Well, it does seem to be our drink Bill.

Oh, well we've earned it, haven't we?

I like your swimming pool.

Hmm.

Oh yeah.

Oh, sorry.

My daughter Anne.

Mr. Hardy.

Fred Ward.

- And- - Just call me, Bob.

Yeah.

I know of Mr. Ward,

he was an associate of John Singer's.

John Singer?

How long did you know John Singer?

I didn't.

I'm investigating his suicide.

Investigating?

I'm a private inquiry agent.

Good heavens!

Exciting life, I'll bet?

It has its moments.

Mrs. Singer thinks he might be still alive.

So Marion thinks he's still?

Poor Marion.

Grief must take her badly.

You know John Singer?

I knew of him, of course.

But you forget people though.

If I met him it was years ago.

What about a bloke named McCleary?

McCleary?

Singer knew him.

Had a company with him, just like you did.

Well John had a wide range of companies, you know.

He came to us with his bigger projects.

Smart answer.

What you people are good at, isn't it?

Staying cool and giving smart answers.

How did you two meet?

Through Bruce Henneberry?

Henneberry?

What a strange, sad business that was.

I guess the truth about John Singer

will be in Henneberry's tapes, won't it?

I admired Henneberry as a matter of fact.

- Oh, I didn't always agree. - Here's your water taxi.

Will you please excuse us.

Thanks for the drink.

Thank you Cliff.

Interesting.

Most interesting.

Thank you Mr. Hardy.

You didn't tell me your father was Bill Winter.

You never asked.

Who's McCleary?

Crim.

You know, I can't decide whether I like you or not.

Of course you like me.

I grow on people.

What have you got to tell me?

What'd this cost?

355.

So why aren't you staying at home?

I'm afraid.

What of?

Listen, I gotta talk to the police. Mrs. Singer.

I have to live with them.

I've got till 10 o'clock tonight

to tell 'em who I'm working for. Do I tell 'em?

Do you want me to keep on with this case?

You want to?

I don't wanna stop. No.

So why is McCleary trying to kill me?

What?

McCleary tried to kill me.

Tell me about Fred Ward.

He's a businessman. What about him?

Someone's protecting a secret. What is it?

John could still be alive.

He could have been murdered.

By who?

I guess I better find out.

God rest his soul.

The last dim battle in the west.

Clovelly.

Excuse me.

Good mate of yours, was he, Leon?

I happen to know and this is in the strictest confidence.

That

that Leon's concern,

in the last days of his life

was a house

in the Monk Lane, Clovelly.

What are you doing?

Take that.

All right, stick around.

But keep out of sight. All right?

Be careful.

Hello?

Yes?

- Hi. From the DMR. - Oh yeah.

You know we're doing a building inspection round here.

Yeah, we're putting in roadworks, you know that?

You wanna make a road here?

No, not exactly here but close.

I gotta check and make sure that

your support's here is strong enough

to take all the belting around

that's gonna be happening.

You've got damp there.

Obviously you got a damp course problem

all the way through here.

What's all this here?

That's the cellar.

Cellar? I'll have to have a look in there.

Oh no you don't, go away.

I said, I'll have to have a look in there.

Get in there pal.

Jesus!

Hardy?

What's that? Come here.

Get over there.

Come on.

I kill you, you bastard.

Hardy, what is this?

What are you like, shut up!

You bastard. I get you.

Shut up or I'll blow your bloody head off.

- I feel sick. - No you don't.

What is this Hardy?

What does it mean?

They call it a nursing home.

What they do is lock people up

and rip off their pension checks,

must be worth thousands a week.

The big question is, what happens when people die?

Pretty.

They put the bodies in here

and they boil 'em down with lime,

that's how they get rid of 'em.

I don't believe it.

You better believe it.

We've got to get the police.

Okay here, take this.

Take it and ring Parker.

Drop it.

You okay?

I'm sorry he took the gun.

You killed Leon.

Leon talked.

What about John Singer?

Who the hell's John Singer?

Don't move!

None of ya!

Not bloody one of ya!

They want me to go to the hospital.

You go.

Look after yourself.

Are you all right?

Don't I look all right?

Thanks.

You know this could take us seven years

on the paperwork alone.

You reckon we'll find John Singer's bones?

No.

You are not gonna throw in the towel on me, are you?

You're not asking me to do something for you, are you?

You got no fucking finesse Hardy, that's your trouble.

Beauty.

Hmm.

John Singer.

Marvelous, they for sale?

They were when Henneberry has them.

McCleary, eh?

McCleary may pretend to be as respectable

as a dead virgin, but his money still comes from drugs,

girls and gambling.

So did Singer's.

Bill Winter.

Hmm.

The big boys.

Some of those faces are too important

to have names attached to them,

especially in this town.

Get it?

Tell you what I get.

I get that you've been warned off

and to ease your conscience,

you want me to do your dirty work.

Warned off.

I don't know what he's talking about either sir.

Come on Frank, you're not telling me

that you didn't find Henneberry's tapes.

- And without them your buggered. - I'm not telling you anything.

Forget all that shit Cliff.

Think about McCleary.

Think about him.

You think McCleary killed Singer?

No time to think.

Too much paperwork.

You are lucky you don't have to write reports.

I know, I think about it

each time I try to meet the mortgage.

I can't meet the mortgage either.

You smoke, I don't.

Come on Hardy.

You gonna stir the possum with us or not?

You know I get 120 a day,

plus expenses.

Bastard!

Ha! Guess who?

Welcome.

Comfortable drive?

Deluxe.

What I must thank you for is our conversation

about John Singer.

I've been kept awake lately by all sorts

of niggling little questions.

You gave me answers.

It's the sort of bloke I am.

You've met Mr. McCleary by now, I take it.

Unpleasant, isn't he?

And intelligent.

Not a man to be trusted.

You're not lined up right.

What?

Your ass is offline.

Swivel your hips, get in line with the ball.

There are serious things at stake here, Hardy.

Serious investments.

What?

Like oil's up and gold's down serious?

The way I see it,

the guys with all the oil

got all the gold anyway.

Don't jest, Hardy, not at this hour.

What Singer did was rip me off for millions.

I always knew that.

That's why I sent McCleary to kill him.

But what if he didn't kill him?

What if McCleary joined the ripoff

and Singer's still alive even?

It has occurred to me.

I assume that Henneberry's tapes contain the answers.

How would I know?

Why else should Henneberry be dead?

Who has the relevant tapes?

Not the police I understand.

Now what's your opinion?

McCleary?

Probably. I don't know.

No, I don't think you do.

It's a pity, I like you.

I think Mrs. Ward would've liked him, don't you Bob?

God rest her soul.

You don't want a job do you?

What, with you?

You could help me with other management problems.

Move the world along a bit.

No, I'll give it a miss. Thanks.

At least think about it Hardy.

While I obey a call of nature.

Pool ball

in the right sock.

You know what to do but get him out of the house

and wait until I'm back in town.

Come on!

You look terrible!

You should see the other bloke.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Do you want a drink?

I'd love one.

I've only got tomato juice, is that all right?

That's okay.

What do you know about your father?

I love my father.

What do you know about Ward?

Love him too?

I don't really know him.

What is this?

Ward tried to kill me.

He what?

He wants Henneberry's tapes.

So doll.

Have you told Parker?

No. I'm telling you first.

Your father's involved with these men.

Leave my father out of this.

He can't be left out.

Oh yes, I think he can.

How many of us have to be killed

before he'll hand over the tapes?

You're so naive.

Do you think the tapes will change anything?

Yes I do.

You gonna help me or not?

I know what you feel about me.

We could have a lot of fun together.

What? Here in Disneyland?

I hope not.

You're not fine though, are you?

- Aren't I? - No.

Can I get you a taxi?

No thanks, I'll walk.

On water?

Been done before.

Jesus Christ!

Lousy security you got here Frank.

Come on, let's go and get 'em.

- What happened to you? - Ward.

With this?

Bloody hell!

Come on. Wind up McCleary.

Put three men on me.

We are under staffed.

I'm the bait.

I just need you to look after me.

All right.

Walk this way.

Now this is the only one of these jiggers

the department's got.

So don't lose him.

School teacher before you were a cop, were you Frank?

You started to stir the possum with us, have you?

Bloody oath.

So it's pretty simple.

Gives off a hum in the patrol car.

Flick this switch, she screams.

Good for half a mile.

You'll need to think of somewhere to conceal it.

If you stick it up your ass,

you won't be able to work the switch.

Listen.

Listen.

It's that Hardy, he wants me to meet him again.

Yes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Beats me why you do it?

What would you guys know?

Where you been boys?

I'll ask you again Hardy.

If Marion thinks Singer's alive,

who told her?

And I'll tell you again, don't worry about Marion,

worry about Ward.

Ward's your danger mate, he always has been.

Suppose you were charged with Henneberry's murder

with you outta the way and the politicians in his pocket,

Ward's sweet.

I reckon we don't listen to him,

he's putting you on Mac.

Am I? Fat lot you'd fucking know.

So why'd you kill Henneberry?

Because Henneberry knew about you and Singer

and could use it against you.

Ward's been a nightmare to me for 10 years.

Yeah, well he reckons you did a deal and Singer's alive.

That's what he reckons.

Mac, I didn't know about Henneberry.

You can't read.

Yes I can.

What's that?

Go

GGG.

Golden Mandarin.

You should've seen it on the telly

about Beach Boys.

This Ward business

gotta be settled

once and for all.

There he is.

Get out.

We walk very slowly.

Near enough McCleary.

- Don't you trust me? - No.

Why not?

Why kill Henneberry if you don't have something to hide?

Here's your man, Fred.

Given in good faith,

do what you like with him.

He'll shoot first you know.

Shut up.

Walk.

Walk.

Keep walking!

They've crossed us. Get back!

Shit fuck! It's a set up.

Coppers! You bastard Hardy.

Police! Hold your fire.

You are surrounded.

Throw down your weapons.

Ward, hit Ward!

Stop that man!

Jesus!

Cool it now!

Give us that.

McCleary, throw down your weapon.

Get out of there Hardy!

Listen, get out of aim.

Look out!

How old are you son, 16?

Right, wrap it up boys.

Go easy, will you?

Who's your solicitor, Parker?

So how did we go?

Oh, not bad.

Fred Ward, respectable property developer

was murdered in a holdup staged

by well-known criminal identity, Thomas McCleary.

Bruce Henneberry's death was an unrelated accident.

Fair-dinkum, you surprised me.

No trouble following me?

Clear as a bell.

You must have stuck it up your ass.

I did, help me get it out.

Think of it as a gift.

I'm surprised, you know,

first time we used it, we lost a couple of blokes.

Two months, 22 days and 10 hours.

Someone you know?

Thank you.

Not really.

Bill Winter.

I've known him for ages.

He's a tremendous survivor, isn't he?

Is he? I suppose he is. Yeah.

See even those tapes can't damage him.

Oh, before I forget.

Thank you.

I added a bit.

I know why.

Oh!

For the note.

Note?

A note that said your husband was alive.

Do you intend to be boring?

Yes.

Oh dear.

You knew that Ward sent McCleary to kill your husband

and you wanted revenge.

But you're a patient girl, Marion.

So you waited until the time was right

and wrote yourself a note.

Then you hired me to stir the shit.

Ward went against McCleary

and you got what you wanted, the lot.

The girls, the gambling and for all I know

you'll get the government deals as well.

For all you know I might.

Well, here's to Henneberry,

Leon and God knows who else.

I've been sent these photographs.

John is alive.

He's in Bangkok.

There's a girl of course.

Well look at the photographs.

Don't stare like that.

I must know.

I want you to find him. Damn him!

I'll pay you 50,000.

I'll pay you anything you like.

Enjoy your lunch.

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♪ The Bondi sun ♪

♪ Watching the seagulls ♪

♪ Watching the sea ♪

♪ Hoping no one comes along ♪

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♪ The empty beach ♪

♪ I need ♪

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♪ Forty cents ♪

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♪ That I read ♪

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♪ Buy a punter's pass ♪

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♪ And try my hand ♪

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♪ Watching the seagulls ♪

♪ Watching the sea ♪

♪ Hoping no one comes along ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

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♪ I need ♪

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