Original subtitles

It was somewhere back in '85

when the Les Norton show first came to town.

Am I gonna have trouble with you, Les Norton?

Wouldn't have thought so, sir.

Welcome to Sydney's best-kept secret.

I'm pretty sure these joints are illegal up in Queensland.

Price owns the club

which makes him the unofficial boss of the Cross.

I'm just a concerned citizen

who likes to engage with me, local community, that's all.

God's sake, girls!

I left Queensland so less people would try to kill me, not more!

Mate, that lady is Doreen Bognor, Brothel queen of Western Sydney.

You take those young Thai girls, for instance.

I know, they should have been finishing off high school,

not fat Australian men.

Price is a big handball fan, right?

Oh, fair go Eddie! Gotta be at least 20 feet deep in there.

- What have you lost? - Keys.

It's not gonna go unnoticed,

that she's gone missing within two weeks

of her setting up shop inside your patch, Price.

Free country, Ray.

When I managed to track her down myself,

they'll have no choice but to bring me into the fold, right?

Welcome to the family, Les.

Ever heard the expression, "trouble in paradise"?

'Cause that's exactly where Les Norton found himself

that perfect Sydney morning.

On one hand,

he was kicking back at Australia's most famous beach

with a light nor'-easter brewing and an entire day to kill.

But on the other hand, his arrival in the Big Smoke

had brought with it a few unexpected complications,

through no fault of his own, mind you.

Still, Les was an optimist at heart.

He'd only been there two weeks

and already he'd found somewhere to crash,

somehow to pay for it. And he had to admit

that as far as places to lay low were concerned,

the Harbor City wasn't half bad.

Yeah, not half bad at all.

You know, you've gotta question the caliber of a bloke

that flogs another man's boots from the beach.

I question the caliber of a Bloke

who wears boots to the beach in the first place.

So it's my fault now, is it?

- I'm the victim here, remember? - Fashion victim!

Look, I told you, brother, just head up to Grace Brothers.

Get yourself some dress shoes.

A good pair will set you back, like, 15 bucks tops.

What am I gonna do with a pair of dress shoes

back in Dirranbandi?

Ever gone pig shooting in a pair of dress shoes?

Ah, so it's a practicality issue! Got it.

Nothing to do with them costing money or anything.

Tight as a finger in a bum, aren't ya?

It's not about the money, William.

It's about the principle.

Besides, these'll do me just fine as it is.

I'm not sticking around long enough for it to matter anyway.

What are you ladies gossiping about?

I was telling Magic Johnson here,

he should invest in a proper pair of shoes.

He might have a point, Les.

Oh, turn it up!

I'm not taking fashion advice from you now, am I?

You look like a bloody rolled-up umbrella!

He does!

We're all done up there. Go grab a cold one. We'll catch up.

Yeah, right.

Shit.

Oh, come on, Eddie, I was only joking about the overcoat.

- Don't get heavy. - Trust me.

If I was gonna get heavy, you'd be the last to know.

Now pop the bonnet and bang the solenoid

like the Neanderthal you are.

You're kidding.

- You haven't told Price yet. - What's the rush?

Mate, you gotta fess up sooner or later.

It's not like they're coming back anytime soon.

Oh, so you wanna tell him, then?

"Oh, sorry, boss. We lost the keys of your car

in the footing of your handball court right next to you-know-who--"

Hey, hey, we didn't lose anything

and I didn't know about you-know-who, remember?

Besides, you know, I'm sure he'd understand--

Well, I'm sure he wouldn't. So for now,

what he doesn't know, won't hurt you or us, more importantly.

Now, when I say, give it a good whack.

Ready? Go.

Righto.

Bugger.

Try again.

It started first time this morning.

You sure you're whacking the solenoid?

I don't know! It's dark in there.

Go again. Really belt it this time.

Righto.

Now, really give it a good whack.

Uh, Eddie, mate,

you… might wanna come take a look at this.

What's the problem?

I'm not sure, mate, but I'm… I'm pretty sure it's not the solenoid.

Hey.

Jesus.

That would have put a damper on things, eh?

You're not wrong.

That would've levelled half the Cross.

Bloody good work finding it, old son.

No, I didn't, boss.

You can thank Harry High-Tops for that.

Ah! Is that right, stickybeak?

What were you snooping under the bonnet in the first place for?

Um, you know…

just checking the engine oil.

At four in the morning?

Gotta do it when the engine's cool.

I thought everyone knew that.

Isn't it good to see someone's bloody doing their job?

Yeah, I'm going as fast as I can!

No shortage of Blokes

who'd like to see you in the ground, remember.

Yeah, mate. Still here.

You sure about that?

Shit.

Righto. Yep, thanks, Neville.

That was my guy down in Collins Street.

Yeah, and…

You won't believe who was spotted

fanging it north through Wagga last night.

Melbourne's favorite son.

Who, Daryl Somers?

Bert Newton.

Wrongside Rossiter, you bloody idiot.

Impossible.

Wrongside's doing a five-year stretch in Pentridge.

No, he was.

Someone paid off the beak and he got parole last week.

Yeah, and now he's here.

This is security video from earlier tonight.

Yeah, get a load of that!

In and out in under 10 seconds flat.

That's a true master at work right there, folks.

Oh, fuck me sideways, that's the last thing I need.

Come again?

What, you think I want Melbourne's number one hitman on my doorstep?

It's not you he's trying to hit, you dopey dick!

I just had someone trying to vaporize me

in my Corniche!

Both of you relax. No one's vaporizing anyone.

Eddie can take you and the family up to

Shoal Bay for a few days while Thumper sorts things out over here.

This is Wrongside Rossiter we're talking about.

He's not going home until he's done what he came here to do.

I've got the opening of the handball court tomorrow, remember?

Oh, for God's sake, we'll postpone it.

You kidding? You know how much I've sunk into that thing?

Yeah, I just got the last invoice, actually.

Rebound Ace? You don't think that was overdoing it a bit?

No, no, no. It's much, much kinder on my knees.

Price Galese does not do things by halves.

You know, besides, Georgie, in this racket,

if I run at the first sign of trouble,

I'm gonna have every bloody hoodlum in the country

lining up to take a shot at me.

So you'd rather Wrongside took another shot instead.

Wrongside's just doing a job. He is just doing the job.

The real question is who's paying him,

and how quickly you can make him regret it.

Yeah, I'm onto it.

Oh, come on. Chin up, Georgie.

It's not my first time round the block, you know.

It's not his either.

Before Wrongside can get anywhere near me,

he's gotta get through my crack security team.

And that's how it came to pass that Les Norton,

having been a bouncer in an illegal casino

for all of two weeks,

suddenly found himself promoted

to bodyguard for Sydney's Mr. Big.

A promotion he needed like Adelaide needed more serial killers.

Oh, thank you, baby Jesus.

Oh, you bastard.

You shut your piehole.

What? Hello? Yep?

Mmm, who?

No. What? No.

Uh…he's not here.

Okay.

Uh, okay, yep.

No problemo.

What a delicious breakfast!

I hope it didn't get too cold.

I actually didn't even know what it was at first.

It's been that long since I lived with someone who cooked.

My last flatmate's idea of baking

was three cones before brekkie.

Oh, your brother just called, by the way.

- What? - At least, I think it was him, I mean,

I actually couldn't understand most of what he was saying,

so I just figured that you must be related.

- Did he leave a message? - No.

Oh, well, he said, "No need to call back."

Nothing's changed, apparently. Whatever that means.

Terrific.

So…

what's on the cards for you today, Leslie?

Got roped into a bit of overtime with the boss.

Any luck with that footy thing?

The footy thing. Yeah, nah. I, um…

I found it's a little hard to find an in.

You know, I reckon I shagged

the conditioning coach of the Rabbitohs a few weeks back.

Might have been the Tigers.

You want me to reach out, see if he can make an intro?

Uh, cheers for the offer, but another time, eh?

- Okay. - I gotta get ready.

Okay, you get ready.

For God's sake, Neville. I'm not gonna ask Price to be patient

when someone just tried to launch him into bloody orbit.

I need to know who's paying Rossiter and I need to know now.

Got a minute, boss?

What do you want?

Look, I, I know you've been flat out, so I thought I'd follow up

on that brothel madam you were looking for.

Jesus. We've already talked about this.

I know, but it was just hospitals, the morgue and so forth.

- Nothing-- - Exactly.

But then I did some ringing around,

and guess whose car turned up in the police impound in Kingsford?

It was parked in the loading zone out front.

Turns out it had been towed from the airport

the same day she went missing.

Doreen Bognor's not missing.

- She's not? - Not as far as I know, no.

No, but you were looking for her two weeks ago

and no one's seen her since, and now I've found her car--

Forget the fucking car!

Jesus Christ, didn't they teach you anything down at Goulburn?

You're not missing until someone reports you missing.

- Yes, sir. - Which is the busiest cop shop

in Sydney?

- This is. - Exactly.

All right. So, we've got enough shit on our plate

without you increasing our workload.

Do I make myself perfectly clear, Probationary Constable?

Yes, sir.

I was just trying to be useful.

If you wanna be useful, coffee. White with two.

Door!

And, sure, while some people might see

a wealthy benefactor

indulging his lifelong passion for handball,

I see a man who has yet again

shown his commitment to this community.

A self-made man of uncommon generosity.

Ladies and gentlemen, please show your appreciation

to a man I consider a friend,

Mr. Price Galese.

Top hat at the cleaners, Les?

What?

Never been to a handball court opening before.

- No shit. - Thank you, Minister.

One of my earliest memories

ah, growing up on the dusty streets of Malta

is handball.

And it's become a passion of mine ever since.

You know, sure, I love a game of squash and,

known to indulge in the occasional game of shuttlecock

if the occasion arises, but handball is my greatest passion.

Ah, well, aside from my family, of course.

So it's my hope that this slab of concrete here

will provide the same passion for others

and provide hours of physical exercise for generations

of Sydneysiders to come.

On Rebound Ace, no less!

- Thank you. - Get a load of him!

He sounds more like a politician than I do!

Without further ado, it gives me great pleasure

to pull the curtain

on the Mirka and Ethel Galese Handball Court.

Here we go. Get a quick one here.

- Here we go, mate. Let's go. - Come over here.

Bring the kids in. Come in, girls. Let's get a photo.

See if we can get on the front page, eh?

- Here we go. - Come on.

Oh, you got a Walkman! Very good.

How's Duran Duran, eh?

Heads up, soldier.

Wrongside's not gonna be hiding down there, mate.

He'll be out there somewhere,

snub nose down in his speedos,

just waiting to snuff out another candle.

Well, a bloke like that's gonna be easy to spot

with that mohawk, he'll stick out like dog's balls.

You didn't tell him?

- I figured he already knew. - Knew what?

Not only is he Melbourne's number one hitman,

but Wrongside's also a master of disguise.

- Come again? - He's the best in the business.

Rumor has it

that he once popped a pedophile priest disguised as an altar boy.

Double-tapped him right through a confessional. Pop-pop!

Bloke's a fucking genius.

He's the Eddie Salita of Melbourne, brother.

Oh, you're too kind, William.

But yeah, he is my nemesis.

Borg has McEnroe.

Manly has Parra.

And I've got Wrongside Rossiter.

Good to know.

Les wasn't sure if it was the fact

that Eddie was about to bar up

or that he was surrounded by thousands of potential hitmen.

Either way, the idea of going back to

Dirranbandi to face the music

was sounding pretty appealing right about now.

Yeah, Bognor, Doreen.

B-O-G-N-O-R.

Well, are you 100% sure?

I mean, there's no activity on the passport whatsoever?

Righto.

Well, you let me know if anything turns up.

No, contact me direct.

Okay.

And how's, how's Mrs. Price, the trouble and strife?

Oh, she's fine, mate. She, um…

She would have loved to have come today,

but, you know, she had a previous engagement

that she couldn't get out of, unfortunately.

Oh, course. I'm sure she's a very busy woman.

Look, while I've got you here,

I've got a big block of land in Redfern

that I thought your mob might be interested

in taking off my hands.

Redfern?

That's not an easy sell, mate.

Yeah, well, that's exactly why I reckon,

I reckon it'll make a terrific park.

- A park? - Yeah.

In Redfern?

Yeah, put some swings in. Swings, roundabout.

Bloody seesaws. You know, turn it,

into a safe place for the local kiddies to play.

Well, as you know, I'm all about

- the local kiddies. - Yeah.

Look, I've gotta piss off a few long-term tenants,

but you know, if we get a wriggle on,

might be able to break ground before the, um,

before the election's called.

Now, wouldn't that be something?

So, look, why don't you have a chat

to your mates in Treasury,

see if there's a bit of spare change kicking around?

Oh, I think something on this scale,

I might have to take that straight to Mr. Premier.

Yeah.

Obviously there'd be a small bone in it for you, Minister.

Well, hopefully not too small a bone. Like a,

- femur? - Yeah.

I'll keep you posted. Good to see you, mate.

Yeah, you too. Cheers, mate.

So, why do they call him Wrongside anyway?

'Cause he's a really tough guy

who's from the wrong side of the tracks, clearly.

He's a bloody hitman, Les.

So?

So you wouldn't wanna get on a hitman's wrong side, would you?

I would have thought it was self-explanatory.

Either way, don't you think that's a little unimaginative?

Just concentrate on finding him rather than naming him, yeah?

All righty. Who's up next?

I'll have a crack at the title, boss.

- Make sure you go easy on me, eh? - I can't make any promises.

Serve up.

You ever had a nickname?

Nuh.

Okay.

Good shot.

Oh, come on, boss.

Oh, shit! Boss, get down!

- Where is he? - He's on the rocks!

Give me a quadrant, goddammit!

More or less in that general direction!

You girls all right?

Better now!

Mr. Galese's on line two.

Price, it's Ray.

What the…

- Nice work today! - Ahh!

You takin' the piss?

You saved the boss from getting his brains

painted all over his new handball court.

To say nothing of his daughters.

Oh, you know, just…

happy to help out.

He's decided to circle the wagons tonight.

Members only.

No pin. No spin.

Righto.

I got back from Nam in '69.

First tour, that was.

And I moved back in with my mum in Punchbowl

just to settle down.

Trouble is, the kid across the road

kept letting off firecrackers just to shit me.

I'm…I'm sure he wasn't doing it on purpose.

Yeah, maybe.

I was pretty highly strung back then.

Anyway,

I went over there one day after his mum went out

and held a grenade up to his face and I said,

"You wanna see a real firecracker

go off, you little prick?"

Hmm?

I'm guessing that was it for the firecrackers?

He said, "I'd love to see that."

So I took him down to the local footy ground

and we blew a hole big enough to bury a horse.

See, I thought the little prick was just winding me up.

But in fact,

he was just a little fucking warmonger!

The moral of the story is, Les…

is that paranoia

could be your friend.

You remember that tonight.

Yep.

As far as Les was concerned,

the moral to the story was either that kids and psychopaths

have a lot more in common than you might think

or that Eddie Salita was more unhinged than first thought.

Maybe both.

Either way, Les was just grateful the story was over.

But unfortunately, the night had only just begun.

- All clear? - So far.

Punters aren't happy, but.

Members only tonight, folks! Have your badges out ready.

Oh, come on, mate. Just this once.

Sorry, guys. No badge, no play.

Have a good one.

Have a good night.

I wanna see your badges.

Ah, evening, Sir Kenneth!

Come on through, sir. Got your badges?

- Yep. - Have a good night.

Les, what are you doing, mate?

Just to show, I am so sorry, sir.

Go on through, Judge. Drinks are on us all night, okay?

You trying to bankrupt the joint?

Mate, that the whole "master of disguise" caper,

he's really, really put the wind up me.

I can tell.

Me too, to be honest, okay? It's all right. We got this.

Hey, Billy. Boss in?

Yeah, I'll take you up. Come on.

You stay here, keep Big Red company.

Deja vu all over again, huh?

You'd think I had leprosy.

Hey! Get off the Roller. Boss gets annoyed.

Yeah, all right. Here we go, we're going.

Nice ride.

Business must be booming.

I wouldn't know anything about that. I'm just the doorman.

Les!

I graduated top of my class at the academy

and I chose the Cross as my first posting.

You know why?

You like big redheads.

I like getting my hands dirty.

So believe me, I can deal with whatever goes on up there.

Don't look at me!

The less I know, the better.

Same goes for you, I reckon.

Ignorance is no excuse in the eyes of the law, Les.

Neither is ambition, Constable.

And neither is public indecency.

A woman?

Well, now I've heard everything.

Well, Wrongside's cellmate swears that a Sheila

paid off the magistrate to get an early release.

And in exchange, he's gonna come and pay you a little visit.

Strike me blind!

And here's plenty of Blokes who'd happily

read me name in the obits,

some, some for good reason, but

I've never been anything other than a gentleman

when it comes to the fairer sex.

Well, obviously you've upset some tart.

Yeah, and as a result, I've had two attempts on my life in as many days,

both of them on your watch.

Bloody well makes me wonder what I'm paying you for.

Listen, we know some woman's gunning for you.

What we need to do is find out why, and quick sticks.

You sure there's nothing you're not telling me?

No!

But what I am sure about

is I've put your kids through private school.

And I've paid for your wife's tits, twice.

I'm more than holding up my end of the bargain.

You find out who's paying Wrongside,

or I'll take back those tits.

Come with me, Gold.

I'll be back.

Uh, in the meantime, you should do something about those.

I've arrested Blokes for less.

Chips, guys.

Wait there.

♪ When your world is full of strange arrangements ♪

♪ And gravity won't pull you through ♪

♪ You know you're missing out on something ♪

♪ Well, that something depends on you ♪

♪ All I'm saying ♪

♪ It takes a lot to love you ♪

Wrongside Rossiter. Who fucking sent him?

He's got eyes for Price.

Who's picking up the check, huh?

I don't know, Ray. I swear to God!

- Word is it's a woman? - I'm telling you, I don't know.

Hey! Hey, hey! Hey!

He doesn't know!

♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪

♪ The look of ♪

Find me a fucking name!

♪ When your girl has left you out on the pavement ♪

- ♪ Goodbye ♪ - ♪ And your dreams fall ♪

- Thanks, Jules. - Cheers, Thumps.

♪ Your reason for living's ♪

Go!

♪ Don't ask me what it means ♪

♪ Who got the look? ♪

♪ I don't know the answer ♪

If you ever do that again,

you'll be handing out bloody parking tickets in Wagga, girly!

He didn't know anything!

'Course he didn't bloody know anything!

That was a public service announcement, okay?

Word'll get out, if anyone knows anything,

it'll make its way back to me quick smart, okay?

Could have just asked him.

Oh, Jesus.

Are you really that bloody naive?

If you ever get through your probationary period, Constable,

which is looking increasingly unlikely,

you'll soon realize that this whole strip is a jungle

and like any jungle, the animals need to know

who's top of the food chain, huh?

What about the money?

Is that part of it?

That guy in there,

he's a pimp and he's a heroin dealer, okay?

I know that, but more importantly,

he knows that I know that.

If I let him keep this, I'm basically giving him free rein

to behave any way he wants.

You wanna go in there and tell those smacked-out hookers

that you're absolutely fine with that?

Is that right? No.

Well, the good news is no one's killed Price yet.

Well, not for want of trying, mind you.

- What's the bad news? - Going members only hurt the take.

- We're down almost 60 percent. - 60 percent!

At this rate, it'll only take a few hits, and things get shaky.

No, Price Galese does not get shaky.

It's time to think outside the box, boys and girls.

Couple of years back, we had a dingo problem back home.

Mongrel of a thing.

No matter what we did, it always seemed to pick off the chooks.

You know, I'd build a fence, somehow he'd dig his way under it.

Blood lust, they reckon.

So we had to find something different.

"Think outside the box," Mum says.

So I brought the chooks inside with me at night.

Kept 'em under my bed.

- Did it work? - Not really.

And by this stage, he had such a taste for it

he couldn't help himself.

One night, he chews his way through the flyscreen door,

sneaks in to go get 'em.

Let me guess. He ate the lot of them.

Nah.

Nah, I caved his skull in with a cricket bat.

Shit!

I didn't see that coming!

- Nor did he. - Ooh!

You know, the big copper top,

he might have stumbled upon the answer there.

What, dingoes?

We can't keep Wrongside at bay forever.

He's like the bloody dingo.

He's just gonna keep coming and coming and coming

and eventually he's gonna get in.

It's in his blood.

So, why don't we make it easy for him?

And we just throw open the henhouse doors?

You wanna lure him to the club?

Tomorrow night, after the races.

We can throw open the doors and we'll have

a bloody ripsnorter, blowout party.

You know, get all the people dressed to the nines.

Master of disguise, he's not gonna be able to resist that.

Price, it is a huge gamble.

Compared to what?

Right now, we can't go outside, we can't bloody shut up shop.

We don't even know what he bloody well looks like.

At least this way, we've got a home-ground advantage.

We'll have to be discreet.

Surely you've got some dirty trick up your sleeve.

I'll need a wingman.

Take Les.

This whole thing was his idea, after all.

It was right about now that Les was wishing

he'd kept his big mug shut,

'cause whatever Eddie had in mind,

Les needed to be part of it like Gandhi needed a meat tray.

For once, those boneheads up on Macquarie Street

got something right.

400-plus acres smack-bang in the middle of the city.

Something here for everyone, eh?

You stay here, mate.

I'd take you with me, but it's a little above your pay grade.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Big fella, whoa, whoa. Easy, easy.

Easy! Easy.

Easy. You're all right.

- Easy. - Well, aren't you wonderful?

This yours, by any chance?

He was until about a minute ago.

Seems to have taken more of a shine

to you, by the looks of it.

Yeah, he came right up to me.

I'm Chenille.

Les Norton.

What, did he buck you off, did he?

Ohh, little bugger, aren't ya?

How about you let me buy you dinner to say thanks?

I'm usually not one to knock back a free feed,

but you really don't have to do that, it was my pleasure.

Well, if you change your mind,

I'm in the stables near the Showground most mornings.

Most mornings, you say?

Hmm.

- Well, I'll help you back on. - Oh, thanks.

Up you get.

There you go.

- How'd you go? - Ripper, beauty, bonza!

Let's go back to the club so I can get to work.

Yeah, oi,

you won't believe it.

- Forgot my wallet. - Funny. I believe it.

I was just gonna zip back home and grab it before work.

- I'll pick Billy up on the way. - Yeah, whatever.

Just don't forget him. It's a big day

and he'll be filthy if you leave him hanging.

He won't mind if I'm a few minutes late.

How the fuck would you know?

Righto. Hooroo.

Oww!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Ow! Help!

Pia! You got me in the eye!

- Pia! I swear to God. - Oh, my God!

Hey, come on in, Billy! The water's fine.

Can youse two keep the screaming down?

Scared me half to death!

Sounds like you're doing laps with Freddy Krueger!

Hang out here, then.

That way, you can keep a closer eye on us.

- No, I've gotta get back to the front. - Don't be such a piker!

Come on, grab a beer. Relax for a minute.

I am not having a beer!

How come?

Your dad's not paying me to drink beer.

He's paying me to keep a lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

- Okay? - Just stay, Billy.

If you go back to the front,

Sian's only gonna scream like a demented banshee.

She's right.

Can you imagine what your old man's gonna do to me

if he found me lounging round the pool

with you two sister girls instead of keeping a watch out?

He'd skin me alive.

I like my skin.

- Suit yourself. - Mmm.

Come on, Les, fuck ya.

Well, well, well.

Yeah, well, just thought I'd, uh, come see if you were okay.

And to give you this.

Give it to me where?

So, you sure I can't tempt you back to my place

for a home-cooked meal some time?

Oh, I must warn you,

I'm pretty good on the tooth.

You like a good feed, do you?

I'm a growing boy.

I'm sure you are.

Jeez, you don't muck around, do ya?

Life's too short, so when I see something I want, I take it!

I can see that!

Besides, you look like you could do with a gallop.

Giddy up, then!

Oh, it's like that, is it? Right!

Everything all right up there?

Amazing!

♪ There must be something we can talk about

♪ Maybe there's something here that we can do ♪

Look at you, you gorgeous thing!

♪ Don't go too far ♪

♪ Remember, there's just one thing ♪

♪ Whenever you come this way ♪

♪ Maybe we can get together ♪

♪ We can get together ♪

♪ Later sometime ♪

♪ You can buckle my shoes ♪

♪ You can pick up my sticks ♪

♪ Won't you open that door? ♪

Come to Uncle Eddie.

And that's how the big night rolled round.

Eddie was locked and loaded,

Billy was having a good old-fashioned sook

and Les was still heaving

from some serious trackwork by Chenille.

I'm sorry, mate. You know, she deadset jumped me.

Yeah, right. Bet it was horrible too, you big gorilla.

Wasn't too bad, it was just… a little unconventional.

And what, I'm supposed to feel sorry for you

for leaving me with the boss's whacko daughters

while you did a little random tooling?

- Yeah, random's the word. - Random good or bad?

Not entirely sure.

Yeah, well, Les, you better get your head screwed on quick smart.

It's game day!

Wrongside's lurking out there somewhere, remember?

Yeah.

I'm gonna give Foghorn a hand.

You take a quick scoot around the club,

make sure everything's all kosher, okay?

There he is!

Oz's next welterweight champ, huh?

- Buh-buh-buh! - Oi. Oi!

Uppercut, uppercut, uppercut! How are ya, slugger?

Not bad, brother. How are you, Tony?

Can't complain, mate.

Especially considering what I'm gonna do to

Price's bottom line tonight.

Ah!

Good day at the punt and I'm feeling

a little extra lucky, you know?

That's bad news for you lot, though.

Knock yourself out, brother. I get paid either way.

- Cheers, mate. - Get in there!

Mate of yours?

Nah. That's Tony Levine.

Likes to think of himself as a bit of a player.

Oh, yeah? You don't say.

Small-time dope dealer, big-time deadshit.

- And he's always like that? - Nah.

Sometimes he's asleep.

But, you're sure, that was him?

Les, not even Wrongside would stoop that low.

Game day, brother. Game day. Come on!

After you, ladies.

If nerves were rattled at the Kelly Club,

the patrons certainly weren't feeling it.

The joint was going off like a frog in a sock

with punters throwing down the folding stuff

as if the Minister was gonna shut down the place any minute,

which was unlikely, since he was on a roll.

Yeah! Cannot lose!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

I'm good for it! I'm a known quantity here.

I understand that Mr. Levine.

Then spot me the cash and stop pissing around!

What seems to be the problem?

This fuckin' goose has dealt me nothing but 16s all night

and now he's refusing to spot me another fiver.

I'd be more than happy to take care of this, Mr. Levine.

Once you clear your outstanding marker, of course.

- Come again? - House policy, I'm afraid.

Go get Price.

I've come all the way from Coffs for this, girly.

Well, then you'll have plenty of time to think about it

on your long drive home.

- Let's go, sport. - I'm not driving home.

Hey, what? Jesus, mate!

Fair dinkum, mate! You're chucking me out?

I'm suggesting,

I'm suggesting you leave on your own steam.

This is bullshit. I won't forget this.

Well, you might if I throw you down the stairs, but.

Oh, you're gonna… Fuck!

Have a good night, Tony. Get home safe, yeah?

Dickhead.

You sure you should be hanging out in plain sight like this?

You're a sitting duck.

Yeah, well, I'm the bait, darling.

You can't swallow me if you can't see me.

Still no sign of Wrongside?

No, but we might have a more immediate problem.

There's a copper in the house.

Hah! Well, there's more than one, my dear.

Yeah, but, um, this one's straight.

Least as far as we know.

Struth, that's all we bloody need.

Yes!

Pink suits you.

Much more flattering than blue.

That's not hard.

No more bets.

Does your boss know you're here?

What I do in my spare time is my business.

- Within limits. - Why would he care?

He spends half his life in here, doesn't he?

Still doesn't explain your being here.

Oh, just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

It's right in the middle of my beat, after all.

You wanna know what's really illegal?

Tossing a girl out of a casino when she's on a roll.

I wouldn't be complaining, you know?

I saw your stack of chips.

You know, that'd be really interesting if I gave a shit.

Well, you got out while you were ahead, didn't you?

They did you a favor.

Who's "they"?

You're part of the set-up now. You know that, right?

Don't worry about me. I'm just passing through.

But in the meantime, if I were you,

I'd steer clear of the Kelly Club altogether.

And why's that again?

How old are you?

- 23. - 23!

So you've got your whole career ahead of you.

Yeah, you can talk.

I don't plan on being a doorman in Sydney the rest of my life.

Now, I get it, you know,

you wanna prove your mettle and all that, but,

there's better ways of doing it

than hanging out at illegal casinos in the Cross.

Why do you even care again?

I already told you. I'm a big girl.

I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Goodnight.

Oh, Christ! There she blows.

Ah, shit.

Sorry, Father.

Nice boots.

Used to have a pair like that myself.

I said, "Nice boots, Father."

Ah.

Sorry.

Didn't realize I was on your wrong side.

Wrongside!

Down for the Cup, are you, Bob?

Poor Father's just had a little bit too much

of the altar wine, I'm afraid.

Boys, would you be kind enough

to take Father back to the rectory?

Bob, would you like another drink?

I'll get you anotherie.

- There's no hole. - What?

There's no hole behind his fake ear.

Just, looks like a bunch of scar tissue.

Ah, that's probably how he ended up in my caper.

Poor bastard's probably been persecuted all his life.

You reckon?

Well, you don't just wake up one day and think,

"I'm gonna start killing people," for no reason.

What set you off, then?

Never really thought about it.

Are you sure he's all right, Eddie?

He Looks a bit off to me.

Nah, it's all part of the effect. It's called the Cobra's Heart.

I came across it in 'Nam at a place called Cheo Reo,

an old Montagnard tribal district.

I got friendly with the Monts and they showed me the whole thing.

See, if you get the punji stick in the right spot,

it stuns your victim

and then it paralyses them from the neck down

while you transport them out of the jungle.

It's a cracker, huh?

And what happens if you get it in the wrong spot?

Well, that's why it's a job best left for professionals.

Hello, old friend.

Long time between drinks, eh?

Now, out of professional respect,

I'm gonna skip the old 'there's two ways this can go' routine.

Price knows that you're just doing a job.

So you tell me who's footing the bill,

you can walk.

Fine. I'll say a name

and you tell me if they sent you.

One blink for yeah, two blinks for no.

Easy peasy, yeah?

Nothing.

You see this?

You see this, you ungrateful fuck!

Next time, it'll be your good ear!

And I'll take it off with these.

Huh? Now tell me!

Tell me who paid you to knock Price Galese,

you fucking mook!

Tell me!

I'm pretty sure he's dead, mate.

Are ya? Are ya dead, mate?

I doubt he's gonna admit it.

Shit.

Fuckin' deader than a Sunday in Canberra.

I don't believe this!

Must have miscalculated.

Good thing we left it up to the professionals, eh?

It's not an exact science, mate.

You're sounding very judgmental right now, you know?

Right.

Time for plan B.

Are you sure about this?

What, would you prefer it

if we just dropped him at the Coroner's office?

Mate, I'd prefer it if we weren't disposing

another body at all, to be honest with you.

Don't be such a sook. Come on.

You sure we got the place to ourselves?

Yeah, 100%. The nightwatchman's at the club as we speak.

All right, you ready?

Okay, on my three.

One. Two.

Hold up.

What is it?

- You're not serious. - What?

You're not seriously gonna steal a dead priest's boots, are ya?

Mate, RMs don't grow on bloody trees, and he's not a real priest anyway.

- That's hardly the point. - Waste not, want not.

As my grandma used to say.

You little ripper.

Righto. You call 'em.

Why me?

Because they might recognize my voice, that's why.

We don't even know who they are!

It doesn't matter. I'm Eddie Salita.

I'm a known commodity. You're a nobody doorman.

That's right, I'm a doorman, not an actor. You're the hitman.

Still, if the shoe fits…

Fair dinkum, Eddie.

It's ringing.

- "It's me." - Hello?

It's me.

"The goose is cooked and the eagle has landed."

- Is it done? - Done.

Okay. Stay there. I'll have a talk to the boss.

They're talking to their boss.

Midnight, Tempe railway station.

Yeah, righto. See you then.

Bye.

Feels like that moment before an ambush

when all the fun's just about to begin.

Yeah, I'll take your word for it.

What?

You believe in ghosts?

She's a bit all right for a copper, eh?

She's cuter than Thumper, if that's what you're getting at.

I need a big old country Bloke on a plane to Brisbane

day after tomorrow.

I'm getting paid to look dumb and drink beer.

I was born for this role.

You drove eight hours for a beer with this shithead?

Weren't you interested in why he blew into Sydney in such a rush?

Oh, honey, I tuned out after "Rugby League".

Wait, so that's it?

Sometimes, Les,

you gotta make an example of people.

Next time, just keep your piehole shut, all right?

I was just stating the obvious.

Well, don't!