Original subtitles

2 -PETE: Yeah, Mony! -(DAVE CLAPS AND CHEERS)

-Freedom! -Where's Kash?

OZAN: Kash hasn't been

the most consistent member of the syndicate.

Look at me, Martin! (ECHOES)

MARTIN: If we want to get this company off the ground,

we gotta produce 2,000 cans of Tansform in the next three days.

If you two Yanks can get that legend in this office,

I'll slap the labels on the cans myself.

MARTIN: Oh, no, no, no!

(MARTIN GASPS)

JOYCE: While you're here,

it'd be good to spend some time together.

-(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE) -Martin? What do you think?

-Can we try just being friends? -Yes!

-OLIVIA: A croc has exploded. -There's a real story here.

OLIVIA: Do the job you're paid to do or go find another one.

You're gonna get us our cans by the end of the week.

Do we have a fucking deal?!

NUGGET: Yeah, fuckin' hell. Let go, you psycho.

BOULDER: We found your brother's body.

He's dead.

(CHEERFUL INTRO)

(TOOTHBRUSH BUZZES)

SONG: ♪ On the borderline

♪ From what is right to what is wrong... ♪

-(LOGAN BREATHES HEAVILY) -♪ There I am and there I try

♪ I try to carry on... ♪

(LOGAN SLURPS)

♪ And when I'm standing on a mountain... ♪

-(LOGAN SIGHS) -(MUG CLINKS)

♪ I feel brave and strong

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna get through

-♪ With or without you... ♪ -(BOTH KISS)

-(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) -♪ Get yourself up

♪ Get yourself up

♪ Get yourself out of bed... ♪

Hey, cunt.

-(FABRIC RUSTLES) -♪ This is a new day... ♪

(LOGAN MUMBLES) I swear! I got no money!

(DEVICE WHIRRS)

-♪ Snapping your fingers... ♪ -(LOGAN SCREAMS)

(SONG SLOWS AND DISTORTS)

♪ You know, you know

♪ This is a new day... ♪

(LOGAN CRIES OUT)

(LOGAN WHIMPERS)

SONG: ♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Who cares that it makes plants grow?

♪ Who cares what it does

♪ Since you broke my heart?

♪ Who loves the wind?

♪ Who cares that it makes breezes?

♪ Who cares what it does

♪ Since you broke my heart?

♪ Bah bah-bah-bah

♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Bah bah-bah-bah

♪ Who loves the sun?

♪ Bah bah-bah-bah... ♪

(SONG FADES)

(MUZAK PLAYS SOFTLY)

That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my whole life.

-It really is, isn't it? -VICKI: Hmm!

Just...are we a little hard to see?

Feels like we're a little hard to see.

NICHOLAS: Everyone starts in the middle.

Better placement depends on sales.

So, you do well, higher shelf.

Keep it up, entrance display.

Succeed there...

The impulse aisle.

VICKI: Hmm. Fuck, yeah.

And what if we don't sell?

Martin...

Uh, well, first off, it's foot level

and then it's a one-way trip

to the clearance bin.

MARTIN: One way?

One way.

-(MARTIN EXHALES) -Losers.

Not gonna be us. Hey, will you take a picture?

-Let's do that. -Yeah.

OK.

No, not...not you.

Just us. Because we did the work, you didn't.

I think Mr Henley has better things to do with his time.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Shut up and pose.

-(MARTIN SIGHS) -Come on.

NICHOLAS: Alright.

Say..."Chemist Galore!"

No, "Tansform."

Tansform!

-BOTH: Tansform! -Hey, one with me.

Just...

OK, "Tansform!"

-Tansform. -(CAMERA CLICKS)

-Did you blink then? -It doesn't matter.

-OK. -Thanks.

MARTIN: We gotta hit the ground running

if we want to turn this trial

into a national distribution deal.

Now, our ad budget is minimal, so...

What...what are you doing?

Sending a photo to Mom.

Oh, Vicki, come on! We need to focus.

I am focused.

Oh, yeah, on getting our mother's approval.

I'm sending a photo.

Ohh! Yeah, well, that's how it starts.

How what starts?

You seek her attention, she withholds it.

You try harder, it doesn't work.

So you spiral, overreact

and then do something destructive.

You're exaggerating.

-Oh, really? -Yes, you are.

OK, look, remember in the ninth grade?

-Right? -Right.

When you made that dolphin sculpture

and they put it in the young artists exhibition?

Yeah. It was gorgeous. Thank you for reminding me.

-I'm gifted. -Yeah, you're welcome.

But Mom didn't turn up,

so you set it on fire in the school parking lot.

She had a migraine.

And it was always intended

to be a performance piece.

Just don't get derailed

if she doesn't immediately validate, OK?

OK, I'm just gonna send it. Done. Stop.

OK, now we can just get back to

how to avoid ending up in the clearance aisle.

Oh, my God, I have the best idea.

-OK. -Aerial advertising.

Wait, we hire a pilot to fly over Bondi Beach,

towing the biggest Tansform banner

you could possibly imagine.

OK, good. No disrespect. It sounds great.

But we don't really have airplane money in the budget.

How much can a little airplane fuel

and some fabric lettering cost?

Uh, I think a lot. I think a lot.

What?

Sorry, Vicki, we just need

something simple and cost effective.

God, grow a pair!

Oh!

God!

I know we are close,

but we are still brother and sister

and we need some boundaries.

I know. I'm sorry. I touched it.

(MARTIN GROANS) You hit the spot.

VICKI: Sorry.

-(UNEASY MUSIC) -(DISTANT CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(BONG WATER BURBLES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(THUDDING AND RATTLING NEARBY)

(OBJECTS RATTLE)

MONY: Fucking shit!

(OBJECTS RATTLE)

(CASE CLATTERS)

-(CASUALLY) Oh, hey. -PETE: Hey.

Hey, uh, do you know where Kash kept the ledger?

-His ledger? -MONY: Yeah.

I wanna make a few collections, you know?

But I can't find it anywhere.

You doing OK, boss?

Why?

It's just... You know.

It's your brother's brutal death.

What he means to say, Mone,

is, uh, maybe you should take a few days off, you know?

I'm fine.

I'm absolutely fine.

OK.

-(DRAWER RATTLES) -Fucking piece...

(DRAWER RATTLES)

Fucking piece of fucking...shit!

Oh, there it is.

(PAPERS RUSTLE)

Got it.

And just for the future,

make sure this stays in the safe, OK?

Yeah.

I'll go check on her, shall I?

-No. -No, bro.

VICKI: You really think this is more effective than a plane?

MARTIN: Well, I think it gives us one-on-one time

with potential customers

so we can, uh, explain the product.

Also, it's free.

Tansform dries quick and lasts long,

so you only have to apply it once and you're good to go.

Alright, champ. (PATS LEG)

You're cooked. (SPRAYS)

It's not gonna wash off in the shower, is it?

No, just give it an hour or so to dry.

Even with a heavy lather?

How heavy are we talking?

-I get real sudsy. -Yeah, you do. Get outta here!

And if you like the way it feels,

you can find us at Chemist Galores

in Bondi, Bronte and Ultimo.

Skincare aisle, middle shelf.

Best shelf, in my opinion.

And don't forget to tell your friends, huh?

Oh, yeah, his friends are getting fucking told.

Ah, let me guess - Mom hasn't texted?

That's not what I'm doing.

Hmm, OK, well, just remember

we're focusing on our business,

not our childhood trauma.

My childhood rocks, man.

I'm sorry that yours was traumatic.

(PHONE RINGS NEARBY)

-Joyce-y. -JOYCE: Hey.

Killer metrics on that sandwich piece.

It's doing big numbers.

Huh. That's good to hear.

So I'm giving you pancakes.

Pancakes?

18 pancakes worth waking up for.

Or 12 pancakes that'll send you into a diabetic coma.

-Your choice. -Got it.

Hey, about what we discussed the other day with the croc.

Remind me.

They...they found a guy's hand inside...

I'm kidding. (LAUGHS)

-(CHUCKLES) Right. -I wouldn't forget.

A croc exploded with a human hand inside.

I'm not gonna forget that. Blah.

Um, so the guy who died

owns this dodgy-looking amusement park.

There's gotta be more to the story.

Yeah, and you could absolutely follow up on that

if you worked for a different news outlet.

-Huh. -Focus on the pancakes.

I need it by tomorrow.

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

(SIGHS)

(INTRIGUING HIP-HOP MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ Real fellas

♪ 'Cause it's hard to be legit

♪ Big dreams and money schemes

♪ And glorified scenes

♪ Gotta get it by any means

♪ We have to get the cream

♪ It's a hustle every day

♪ Some people fake it like they got it

♪ Some people push the product

♪ And go harder for the profit

♪ In illegitimate ways

♪ Who would have thought crime pays?

♪ Everybody hit the floor

♪ To what the hell I say

♪ If there's money to be made

♪ Then that's where I stay

♪ I stash the cash in a flash

♪ And go MIA

♪ I'm thinking Rollies for the wrist

♪ And 20s for the whips

♪ Add some timers to the list

♪ And get extensions for the clips

♪ 'Cause it's hard to be legit

♪ When you start from ground zero

♪ Made it out from nothing

♪ Still don't get to be the hero

♪ Made it from a kilo

♪ We don't wait in queue

♪ Ah, so hard to get the money

-♪ This is what I do -♪ Eh!

♪ Real fellas

-♪ 'Cause it's hard to be legit -♪ Eh!

♪ Real fellas

♪ 'Cause it's hard to be legit... ♪

-VICKI: Hi! Step right up. -(PEOPLE CHATTER)

VICKI: Thanks so much.

-(MARTIN LAUGHS) -Wow. This is going great.

Check out that line.

See? What did I tell you?

Word of mouth, Vicki. Word of mouth.

We're gonna need some new cans soon.

Alright, I'll swing back to the car.

Next!

Hi, lovely lady!

(PHONE RINGS)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Hey!

Hey! Hey, uh, how would you like a free tan?

What's the catch?

There's no catch.

Yeah, Vicki and I are doing a Tansform activation

over in Bondi.

Thought you might want to swing by.

Uh, tempting, but I'm working.

Oh. OK. Well, no problem.

But how would you feel about brunch tomorrow?

Oh, I'd love it.

Only caveat,

we'll be reviewing pancakes.

Don't ask.

Well, I'll make sure to bring

my most critical pancake palate.

Great. I'll text you the details.

And I will receive your text.

(JOYCE LAUGHS)

OK, 'bye now.

OK, 'bye.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

-(KEYPAD BEEPS) -(TRAFFIC HUBBUB)

NOVA: Joyce!

Hey!

Thought it was you. (CHUCKLES)

Hi?

Nova. Tulua.

From the golf course.

The one with the... (GROANS COMICALLY)

-(NOVA LAUGHS) -Oh, yeah. Right.

Had a job up the street.

Snake in a toilet. (CHUCKLES)

(INHALES) But enough about me.

Uh, how's the investigation going?

It's...progressing.

Cool!

Cool.

If you need any questions answered,

you know, I'm pretty much an expert.

About reptiles, I mean.

I'll keep that in mind.

Do you know how thick croc skin is?

It's got these bony structures called scutes,

and under those,

there's just other tough stuff called osteoderm.

Must've taken something intense to blow it up.

-(UNSETTLING MUSIC) -Like what?

-(MUSIC STOPS) -Oh, I dunno.

But if you need help finding out,

I've got some time before my next job.

(LAUGHS)

OK, think I'm fine, but thank you.

NOVA: OK, see ya.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Bit of a problem. Bit of a big, big problem.

Don't say anything. Don't say anything.

-Shut up. Shut up. -Don't say anything.

Hi, Officer!

Hi! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(STAMMERS) What? Is something wrong?

Maybe.

Do you have a permit?

-A permit? -A permit!

(MARTIN SCOFFS)

Well, we don't have a permit

in a physical sense. (LAUGHS)

What other sense is there?

I mean, we weren't really aware that permits were necessary.

Look, you're gonna have to take all of this down immediately.

Oh, I hate to pull this card, but... (SIGHS)

..we're Americans.

You know, allies.

Not really your boss, but kinda your boss...

OK, I think what my sister is trying to say

is we're just a little start-up trying to grow our business.

Yeah.

And I'm just a cop trying to do his job.

-Ooh. -(MARTIN SIGHS)

-Here. -Yeah.

Look, as you can see, sir... Uh, may I?

We're doing quite well right now.

So perhaps there's, uh, some other way to resolve this issue?

Huh?

Sir, are you attempting to bribe an officer of the law?

No.

No, no, not at all.

Uh, I was just trying to say...

..wh-where do I get a permit?

Council offices on Spring Street.

OK, great. Going to the permit office.

Stay here and wait. I'll be right back.

Excuse me! Excuse me! God! Out of my way!

Fucking bureaucrats.

(SIGHS) This is exactly why I don't vote.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(KNOCKS ON GLASS)

TERRY: Fuck.

(SIGHS)

It's a nice place.

Yeah, it's the fuckin' Ritz, isn't it?

(PILLS RATTLE)

(SIGHS)

What's up?

Turns out we didn't do a great job of disappearing Kash.

One of the crocs we fed him to...

..exploded.

It fucking what?

It blew up, Terry.

It...it ruptured, it burst.

I don't know how.

But one of Kash's hands turned up on a golf course.

How do you know all this?

Mony's out.

Fuck.

The cops turned up mid-release party

and dropped the news.

You're kidding me.

I knew I shouldn't have answered that fucking phone call.

Yeah, but you did. So...now what?

We can't run.

No, she'd find us.

We could lay it on the Yanks.

Yeah, well, I just think that they would...spill.

You know? Point Mony in our direction, so...

Yeah, you're right.

So what do we do?

Stay close to Mony.

'Cause if she finds out that we're involved,

we are both fucked.

(SIGHS) Shit.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna figure out how actually fucked we are.

(SIGHS)

Hi! Uh, I need a permit

for a promotion I'm running over on Bondi Beach.

Have you filled out the 4011 form?

No.

You've gotta fill out a 4011 form first.

OK.

(CLIPBOARD CLATTERS)

(SNIFFS)

Wait, all of it?

No, just the bits you like.

Yeah, of course. All of it.

Ah. (SIGHS)

Not here.

Sit down.

GIRL: Still doing free tans?

Uh, no, sorry. Shut down by the fucking pigs.

Sorry.

Uh, wait, actually. Hold on.

Here.

-Thanks. -(VICKI CHUCKLES)

Can, I, um, ask you a question?

Yeah.

How long does it take your mom to respond to text messages?

I don't text her.

Because it'd take her so long to respond?

No, 'cause she'll never stop.

"What are you doing? I'm so proud of you.

"I love you unconditionally."

Like, stop!

Yeah, totally.

Who wants that? Yeah, no, for sure.

For sure, for sure.

For sure.

(JET ROARS)

(WONDROUS MUSIC)

COACH: Good, guys. Come around, come around!

Great knock. Let's go. (CLAPS) Go, go, go, go!

(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM AND CHATTER)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC BUILDS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

Like father, like son, eh?

ONLOOKERS: Ohhh!

You'll need some background on the death of Kash Monroe.

BOULDER: That's a bit light.

TERRY: Things are tight, Detective.

What's the story?

BOULDER: Well, they only found bits of him.

Head. Hand. Part of a leg, I think.

There wasn't enough of him to suggest foul play.

The records will say it was an accident.

One less dickhead off the streets, hey?

Exactly.

Keep me posted.

Yep. Have a good one.

COACH: Play the ball! Play the ball!

-(PLAYERS SHOUT) -(MOUTHS WORDS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

All finished!

Thank you.

(STAMMERS) Aren't you gonna read it?

The department will review the information

and they'll respond to you within 5 to 10 business days.

5 to 10 days? But I need it now.

(SINGSONGS) Have a nice day.

OK, uh, Sally?

Look, I know you probably

get people coming in here all day long

saying their permit can't wait.

But in my case, it is true,

because approving my request will literally save lives.

You see, 8,290 people will die from skin cancer this year.

That's 22 people a day.

But if you issue that permit

and give me the chance to offer them

a quick-drying, long-lasting alternative

to the sun's harmful rays today,

that's 22 people who don't have to perish.

22 people with friends, family, children.

Do you have children?

No.

(INHALES AND STAMMERS)

A niece or a nephew?

No.

(POPS LIPS) Friends with...with children?

They're more colleagues, but yeah.

So you know.

What do you say?

You want to be a lifesaver today, Sally?

(SLIDES CLIPBOARD)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Hi.

I need your best pilot.

For?

Hmm, an aerial spectacle,

the likes of which this town has never seen.

OK.

Ad packages start at 3K.

I got $800.

Well, I don't think

that's really gonna cover it, is it, love?

Well, do you have anything cheaper, love?

Not really. I...

Well, there is Roy.

(DOCK CREAKS)

VICKI: Hey, Roy!

He can't hear you from up here.

Well, I don't need him to hear me.

I need him to fly.

-(SNORES) -(RADIO PLAYS SOFTLY)

VICKI: Roy?

What's that?

VICKI: Hi. Are you Roy?

Yeah, that's me.

VICKI: Hello!

How'd you like to make $800 today, gorgeous?

Oh, no, I...I'm not doing no drug drop.

Well...what drugs?

OK, uh, not...not a... not a drug drop, Roy.

Um, what I need from you

is a banner of my spray tan company flown over Sydney.

Can you do that?

Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS) That I can do.

Fantastic.

What are you thinking?

A simple fly-by or something more elaborate?

Elaborate?

I like the sound of that. What are you thinking?

Got a few tricks guaranteed to get people's eyeballs

on your banner.

-Yeah, tricks. I like that. -(CHUCKLES)

It's been a...been a few years since I've done aerobatics.

It'd be good to whip 'em out again.

How...how, uh...how many years?

Oh, you know, only a decade or so.

So...so more than a decade, then?

No, you never lose the touch.

-You think you're gonna be OK? -Yeah, definitely.

Promise?

Oh! I wish I was in my prime.

No, no, no! I'll be fine. I'm a pro.

-VICKI: Yeah. -(CHUCKLES)

(GASPS) Roy.

OK, now, I can't turn back the clock,

but what if I can make you look and feel

like a man half your age?

This one's on the house, sir. (LAUGHS)

Oh, yeah, let's...let's...let...

(GRUNTS) Let me have a look.

-Can I give you a hand? -No, no, no. It's alright.

(GROANS) Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS) Oh!

-(VICKI CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) -(GRUNTS)

-Yeah, yeah. -OK, sorry, sorry.

-ROY: Ahh! -VICKI: Yeah.

-(BOTH CHUCKLE) -VICKI: Oh!

So, uh, this is, uh... this is it?

No, you don't need to sit... You're sitting again? OK.

ROY: Yeah.

(WHISPERS) Shit.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

(EXHALES)

MONY: Why isn't that spinning?

Should always be spinning.

-Hey! -MONY: Hey.

(SUSI EXHALES)

I wasn't expecting to see you today.

And why's that, Suse?

Well, just...

Just what?

No reason.

Didn't you used to collect with Kash?

Yeah.

Why?

Get in.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

-How much does this dirtbag owe? -PETE: Five grand.

-Name? -Trevor.

Alright, let's do this.

PETE: Ooh.

Oh, sorry, boss.

It's just the last couple of years,

I...I've done the knocking.

Oh, and I usually ring the doorbell if there is one, but...

That's maybe what used to happen,

but now I do the knocking, OK?

OK.

Ohh.

MONY: Nice to see you too, Trev.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(TREVOR BREATHES HEAVILY)

Uh, when...uh, when did you get out?

Kill him.

What?

(STAMMERS) Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Put a bullet in him, Pete.

Don't you want to ask me about the money first?

(GIBBERS) Rough me up a bit?

Shouldn't there be a few more steps

before we get to the killing part?

-(TREVOR BREATHES HEAVILY) -Is that right?

Kash did have a particular system.

-TREVOR: Yeah. -He was organised.

-Efficient. -Yeah, like Mussolini.

-And the trains. -Yeah.

MONY: Yeah, but Kash isn't here, is he?

So let's, you know, skip ahead, kill him.

SUSI: Wait. The boys are right, Mones.

Kash had a good system. It was a profitable one.

And we're here to make money, right?

Yeah, but he's not here, is he? So there's no-one here to do it.

Yeah, yeah, but, look, if...if he was here,

uh, Kash would, um,

he'd start out by saying

something maybe just a little bit threatening.

Like, um...

SUSI AND KASH: You can make this easy for us.

KASH: Or you can make this fun for us.

Either way,

we'll get your money.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's...that's right.

SUSI: And then he'd have Dave punctuate the point.

(DAVE CHUCKLES)

Oh! God!

DAVE: You're alright, mate.

Fuck.

What happens next?

Well, then he'd have Pete stand over him.

And Kash would say something like...

(TREVOR PANTS)

KASH AND SUSI: You like walking, right?

KASH: You wanna keep doing the things you like, don't ya?

I'm getting paid on Friday, I...I swear.

SUSI: Then Kash would say...

I guess you prefer the idea of crutches?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, he would say that, wouldn't he?

Yeah, go on.

-(PETE GRUNTS) -(TREVOR SCREAMS)

(GROANS) God!

(CRIES OUT)

Well, keep going.

Oh, uh, Mones, I mean, this was...

..this was just an example, so...

-Nah. It's more than that. -(TREVOR SOBS)

You know his every move.

So keep going.

What would he do next?

(TREVOR WHIMPERS)

OK. Hmm.

A manicure.

The money, Trevor.

SUSI AND KASH: Or we're gonna start on the fingernails.

Huh?

(CHUCKLES)

(DAVE AND PETE LAUGH GLEEFULLY)

-Actually... -TREVOR: No, no, no!

-PETE: Give me your finger. -..I'll do this bit.

(DISTURBING MUSIC BUILDS)

(TREVOR GASPS AND WHIMPERS)

TREVOR: No! Ooh!

PETE: Give me your hand.

(DAVE CHUCKLES)

(DISTURBING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC BECOMES UNSETTLING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(TRAFFIC BUZZES)

(BELL DINGS)

Oh! Sorry.

Um, how can I help you?

Oh, hi. Hoping to speak with the owner.

Uh, he's not around.

Um, sorry, tragedy in the family.

JOYCE: Oh, I'm...

-Sorry to hear that. -Yeah.

JOYCE: It always this empty here?

Oh, it's the off season, yeah.

-Ah. -Yeah.

Must be hard to keep the lights on.

Expect you've got some other revenue streams?

Kids' parties, corporate events?

Yeah. Kids' parties. Yeah, big-time.

Uh, got a price sheet? My nephew's birthday's coming up.

Let me just...let me just check.

Um, kids' parties are fun, aren't they?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

We never had any in my house.

Um, we...we just played pass the parcel

and, um, I'd be so excited

to...to open a present at the end,

but...but there was never anything there.

My dad said the journey was the present.

He's a smart man.

-(INTRIGUING MUSIC) -Yeah.

Hi!

Oh, here it is.

JOYCE: Um...

S... Uh, my sister...

In-law.

My sister-in-law.

It's her kid who's turning six.

-They grow up so fast. -(JOYCE CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Some of them do. I mean...

-Um, minigolf, yeah? -Yes.

-Mm-hm. -Minigolf! (LAUGHS)

Is it OK if we play a few rounds?

Make sure it's kid-friendly?

BLONDY: Yep.

Um, here you go.

Two putters.

-Yep, thank you. -It's a little bit dangerous.

-JOYCE: Come on. -BLONDY: OK.

Just hang on a minute!

Come back here.

(JOYCE CLEARS THROAT)

Can't putt without these, can you?

-(JOYCE CHUCKLES WEAKLY) -(BLONDY LAUGHS)

(BLONDY CHUCKLES)

-Thanks. -BLONDY: Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

-(LIGHT AIRPLANE DRONES) -(VICKI LAUGHS) Hey!

Hey!

Where have you been?

Co-CEO-ing. Hey, look up.

Look up right now.

-MARTIN: You didn't! -VICKI: I did.

MARTIN: Oh, man.

What did...how much did that cost?

VICKI: It was surprisingly affordable.

-Honestly, it was $800 all in. -MARTIN: Oh!

-VICKI: That's not bad, right? -MARTIN: It's not bad.

VICKI: And look at that! That looks good.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARS)

It looks amazing. I was wrong.

You really were.

Hey, is he gonna do a loop?

My man said he had tricks!

Ooh! That's my guy right there!

-MARTIN: Wow! -Go, Roy, go!

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARS)

(ENGINE FALTERS AND CUTS OUT)

(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)

MAN: Sprint on, man, but get the ambos!

-(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM) -(WHISTLE BLOWS)

-(SIREN BLARES) -(GRIM MUSIC)

NOVA: Ohh.

Can't believe I ran into you again, huh? (LAUGHS)

OK, so I followed you.

Um, which... I know is uncool, but...

I've been an animal wrangler my whole life.

It's a family business and it is boring.

I hate reptiles.

Especially snakes. And it's mostly snakes.

But finding that hand? That was something exciting.

You know?

Grim, obviously, but super exciting.

-Yeah, makes sense. -Mm.

So, um, what are we doing here? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Hand in the croc belongs to the guy

who owns...or owned this place.

Huh. Interesting.

Yeah, the cops are saying his death was an accident.

But I've got a hunch there might be more to it.

That's exactly what I think.

Um...

But why do we think that, exactly?

Why does a place like this

need such an extensive security system?

Hmm, does not add up.

Nobody's ever here.

The hand guy's sister's the co-owner

and she just got out of prison.

-So you think it's a front? -Mm-hm.

Uh, what for?

That...is the question.

(NOVA LAUGHS)

Glad you're a good journalist. Your golf game sucks.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Let's see how you do.

OK, alright. Step aside.

-Oh. -Alright.

You just, uh...

You just gotta be like a pendulum. See?

Just like a pendulum, back and forth, really smooth.

And...

-(BALL CLACKS) -NOVA: Hm!

-(CURIOUS MUSIC) -It didn't come out.

There's gotta be something blocking it.

OK... (GRUNTS)

Alright. Ready?

-Whoa, whoa. -(JOYCE GRUNTS)

JOYCE: Oh!

Is that a tooth?

Yep.

Could belong to an animal.

Maybe.

But I know an expert who can tell us for sure.

Pilots crash and survive all the time, right?

Who am I kidding?

An old man's gonna die and it's gonna be all our fault.

This isn't, like, the end, though, right?

Best case - he survives, sues us,

Tansform grows broke.

Worst case?

Well, same.

His death weighs on us for the rest of our lives.

Oh, my God.

(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM, CHEER AND APPLAUD)

-Oh! Christ! -Ohhh, thank fuck.

-Oh! -(ONLOOKERS CHEER)

(BRIGHT MUSIC)

When you said you had a contact who could identify the tooth,

I thought you meant someone in forensics.

Trust me, he's seen it all.

What do you think, Uncle Frank?

FRANK: Uh, it looks like a...

..human adult canine.

How do you know that?

Oh, well, there's only so many animals around here

it could've come from,

and it's certainly not from any of them.

-Where did you find it? -A minigolf course.

Ha! Must've really pissed off his playing partner.

Why do you say that?

'Cause on the look of the root, it was yanked.

-Extracted? -FRANK: Yeah.

Painfully, I'd imagine.

Alright, now that we've, uh, covered whatever that is, Nova,

maybe you can, uh, get back to doing your job.

So this could be something, right?

It could be, yeah.

And seeing as I found it, I'll do anything...

-Uh... -Get coffee, make phone calls.

Clean the blood out of your clothes.

Not sure why I, um, jumped straight to that.

But do you get my point?

Look, you...you understand, I'm doing this freelance.

There's no money involved.

I'm not in it for the money, Joyce.

Guess I could always use the help.

Really?

Let's take it a day at a time.

One day at a time. (LAUGHS)

-I'll call you. -Sounds good, fellow reporter!

-(GIGGLES) -(FRANK YELLS) Nova!

Ooh! (SCREAMS) I'm coming!

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

MONY: Not a bad haul.

SUSI: Huh.

Spelt 'Kash' with a 'C'.

(MONY GROANS)

These condolence-sending fuckers didn't give a shit about Kash.

SUSI: Hm.

But you...

..what you did there

at that dirtbag's house...

..you really knew him.

You cared.

Yeah.

I was, uh, going through some of his stuff yesterday

and, um...

..found this.

-Oh. It's one of his favourites. -Hm.

SUSI: Hm!

I want you to have it.

Oh, I couldn't.

Well, he would've wanted you to.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(MONY INHALES SHARPLY)

You know, um...

..I don't have many people that I can trust, so, uh...

..from now on...

..where I go, you go.

Yeah?

Whatever you need.

Cops want me to... go down and identify him.

Can you come with me?

Yeah.

(MONY SIGHS) Yeah.

Thanks, Suse.

(GRIM MUSIC)

Fuck. Fuck!

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(MONY WHISPERS) Fuck.

(MONY BREATHES SHAKILY)

PETE: Was it him?

Yeah, it was him.

Oh, I can't believe it.

Oh, fuck a duck!

Oh, fuck!

-PETE: Blondy. -Oh, shit.

He had so much life to give, you know?

PETE: Yeah, we...we know, mate.

(MELODRAMATICALLY) Ohhh-ah!

(BLONDY SIGHS) God.

He was so young, you know? In the face and everything.

God!

It's just a... (SNIFFLES)

You know, he was just here,

I could hold him,

and then, if I went to hold him now,

it'd be...nothing, you know, it's just...

PETE: We all... We all bloody know, Blondy.

BLONDY: I mean, we had our weekly catch-up

planned in the diary

and now I've just gotta...

I've just gotta cross his name out

week after week after week

because I'll never, ever see him again.

Wrap your head around that, guys.

It's a tragedy to lose him in an accident like...

Ohh!

(BLONDY GROANS)

Leave it, leave it.

-(BLOWS LAND) -(MONY GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)

-(BREATHES SHAKILY) -(BLOWS LAND)

(FLESH SQUELCHES)

I want you to bring me

every fucking arsehole who wanted Kash dead.

(MONY BREATHES HEAVILY)

I'm gonna turn over every cunt in this city

until I find out who did it.

And then I'm gonna murder them and everyone they love.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

-(TORCH CLATTERS) -(DARK MUSIC)

(DARK MUSIC FADES)

Not a great day, but...we'll rebound tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Chemist Galore is gonna drop us

due to the negative PR.

You don't know that.

No, but I understand corporate risk.

We won't be worth the hassle.

I really think it might be over.

Hey, Martin?

Yeah?

You were right about me and Mom.

It's not a healthy relationship.

She should really go to therapy.

I'm sorry about today.

SUSI: So?

Cop-wise, I think we're in the clear.

They're gonna go with 'accidental death'.

(EXHALES)

Alright, well, that solves one problem.

And the other?

Mony is about to go scorched earth.

She's offered a $75,000 bounty on Kash's killer.

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

So what do we do about our American friends?

Good fuckin' question.

(PHONE RINGS)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Hello?

What?

Wait, what happened?

-You haven't seen it? -What?

(PHONE BEEPS)

-ROY: I, uh... -(VICKI GASPS)

I did a loop. (LAUGHS)

But the bloody banner got caught in the propeller.

REPORTER: A loop seems like a challenging manoeuvre

for a man your age.

ROY: Yeah.

But the, uh...the spray tan made me feel a bit cocky.

-(ROY CHUCKLES) -REPORTER: Spray tan?

-(VICKI LAUGHS) -ROY: Yeah. Tansform.

Well, it...it just made me feel 20 years younger.

-Does this mean... -It does.

-Higher shelf. -(SIBLINGS LAUGH)

NICHOLAS: Congratulations.

Sales are booming because of

your kamikaze pilot's endorsement.

-I can't believe this! -I withdraw all my apologies.

-Oh, my God! -VICKI: Whee!

(SIBLINGS LAUGH)

VICKI: Hey, Henley?

Get in here.

-Yeah! -NICHOLAS: OK!

-MARTIN: Oh! -VICKI: Ohhh!

(MARTIN AND VICKI LAUGH)

So I can't tell if Vicki is insanely lucky

or some kind of evil genius.

Oh, she's a bit of both.

Uh, definitely insane.

Mm.

Well, you're not the only one with slightly crazy good news.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I was sent to cover this story

about an escaped crocodile

that exploded on a golf course.

E...exploded?

Yeah, I figured it was gonna be a fluff piece.

But when I got there,

the cops had sealed the place off.

Police?

What? Why? Why?

They found a hand inside the croc.

A...hand?

Coroner's recording the death as accidental.

Official story is the guy

had an unfortunate run-in with the croc on its prison break.

Oh. Oh. Poor guy. (CHUCKLES)

But I think there's something more nefarious going on.

You do?

Like...like what?

I think he might've been killed

and fed to the croc to cover it up.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(STAMMERS)

That's a pretty... pretty wild theory. (CHUCKLES)

Maybe I'm wrong. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

What do you mean?

I'm investigating the story.

You're gonna b-b... uh, try to see if the...

..someone killed the... the croc guy?

If I can figure it out, and if it's a good enough story,

it might even get picked up by a real paper.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Oh...oh, sorry, I forgot how squeamish you are.

Is it... (VOICE FADES)

(EERIE SOUNDSCAPE)

(OBJECTS CRASH)

(CUTLERY CLATTERS)

You OK?

Me? Fine. Yeah, never...never better.

These pancakes are...are great

and, uh, yeah, enjoying the day.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

(UPBEAT ACOUSTIC GUITAR INTRO)

SONG: ♪ This is what I'll miss about being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ About being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ About being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ After I die

♪ This is what I'll miss about being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss about being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss about being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ After I die

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ About being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ About being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ About being alive

♪ This is what I'll miss

♪ After I die

♪ This is a photograph

♪ Seems to say. ♪

(DARK PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)