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- What have you lost? - Keys.

You haven't told Price yet.

Oh, so you wanna tell him, then? "Sorry, boss. We lost the keys of your car

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

So, you reckon you're not the rat, eh?

- Price has the hots for you? - Why is that so hard to believe?

Old Pricey's past his use-by date.

What a lot of interesting ideas you have, Dolores.

Oh, thank you, Daddy. Thank you.

We're going with that girl that I met at aerobics.

If I'd known this aerobics caper was gonna be this much fun,

I would have aerobics'd it up earlier.

She says that she knows you. Dolly something or other, Dolly Boggins.

- Not Bognor? - Ah, yes, that's it.

- Dad! - Dad! Dad, come quick!

- There's a man! - Hurry!

Dad!

Oh, my God! Daddy!

- Get him out! - Get out! Get out! Dad!

- Dad! - He went over there!

That way! That way! Kill him!

Hey, sit down, darling.

Hey, what happened? You okay? Hey?

- This man came in. - This tiny Asian man came in.

- He was bald. - With a full porno moustache.

And he was gonna kidnap one of us

and ruin our entire night, but then my head got hot--

He was looking at me and at Pia, but mainly me,

and then Pia went insane.

- Next time, I'll kill him. - Okay. All right.

We'll find you somewhere nice and safe to sleep tonight, okay?

- You can go and have a mini vacation. - Not Grandma's.

- She's not even human. - Her pool has leaves in it.

Look, we don't have to worry about Grandma.

Come on, come on. Go and pack a bag each, all right?

- Okay. - Come on, come on.

Quick sticks.

And just like that,

any chance of a truce went right out the window.

Along with the little bald bloke with a porno 'tache.

Price's sanity wouldn't be far behind.

Hey, Eddie, you seen one of these?

Saw it on telly one night. They reckon you can cut through a shoe,

then a tomato, and then…

anything you like.

What's going on, boss?

I mean, she comes into my house, in my locale,

threatening my kids like it's bloody amateur hour. Well, guess what,

amateur hour's over.

If that fork-hawker thinks she can roam the Eastern Suburbs freely,

well, she needs her head read.

She needs to be sent packing in… tiny little pieces.

Did you call the fun busters?

Oh, no, that'll be Mrs. Next Door.

She calls the commissioner if the blender's on after dark.

You want me to sort it?

No, no, no.

No, look after the girls, will you? And then, um…

then go and find Dolores and Thumper.

I'll take care of her.

The last thing we need is a bloody piece in the papers.

It's probably best you put the knife away before they get here, boss.

Oh, yeah.

- Hi, Uncle Eddie. - G'day, girls.

Hey, uh, Eddie's gonna take you two girls

get safely snookered in the Selebo for the night.

- Oh, is the Selebo boring? - If it's boring, I'll die.

- Can we get room service? - I need pancakes.

And oysters.

- Oysters are for skanks. - And pancakes are for virgins.

You've never even been fingered, you frigid slut.

Just order whatever you fuckin' like, okay?

If they don't have it, I'll rip their heads off.

No, no, just tell 'em I'll be a little bit disappointed, okay?

- There you go. Here you go. - Thank you.

- Oh, my two little angels. - Aw.

Two absolute psychopaths!

- Why couldn't you just grab one of them? - Are you joking? They were like banshees.

They were coming at me from everywhere!

I'm sure you've handled worse than a couple of schoolgirls past bedtime.

Look, I did what I could do.

Honestly, D, I'm lucky to be alive.

But you still spooked Price, though, didn't you?

Oh, yeah. He's sent them off to the Selebo Hotel.

- You want me to take another swing at 'em? - No. You hang tight.

Let's let 'em get cozy, and then I'll give it a crack.

Bugger! I was so looking forward to extorting that wanker.

I think we can still pin him,

but we might have to do it, you know, by the book.

Less talking, more munching, please.

I'm telling you, look, I can just round up a few guys

and find out what they know about it, yeah?

I know how to make people talk.

I'm very good at that also, mmm.

Okay. Yeah, all right, do it.

Just collar every dipshit in his network

- and get somebody to spill. - Mmm.

- Wait. - What? What?

- Nah, move it. - Aren't we gonna finish?

I wanna finish him!

What about Little Thumper?

Let it motivate you.

That cocksucker's going down.

♪ Came in from the city… ♪

Evening, Eddie. The presidential suite, as always.

Full house tonight?

Had to move some things around last minute for some VIPs.

Yeah. Well, if you see anything suss, call me at the club or let the boys know.

Of course.

These girls are your number one priority.

- Understand? - They could not be safer.

♪ Don't go ♪

♪ Baby, make your mind up… ♪

Is that Jason Donovan? I have to sit on his face.

Gross. It's not even Jason Donovan, you idiot.

- It's Warwick Capper. - She's right.

I heard Rob Lowe's here too.

Oh! Rob Lowe's here?

- Everybody's saying. - Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- Up to your room. - But Rob Lowe is here.

- Who? - Rob Lowe.

People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive.

- Get a clue, Eddie. - I'm gonna marry him.

After I ruin him.

That means one day he'll be your boss, so you should probably know who he is.

That may well be the case, but up until that time, room.

Aww.

Cheer up, princess. It's the Selebo.

Hey, we might even bump into a celebrity or two.

- Big whoop. - Don't be like that.

- It'll be fun. - Fun?

I can think of better things to do on me night off.

Yeah, right. I'm sure you can.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Come on, brother.

I know you've got someone warming your sheets at home.

Like I'd bloody tell you.

Fair enough.

So, she let you play with her handcuffs?

Oi.

- Don't talk about Emily like that. - Emily?

Do you think Dad knows Rob Lowe?

- Can you ask him? - No.

- Please, Eddie. - Oh, come on.

- Eddie, p-p-please. - Just ask him. Please.

- Okay! Shh! - Oh!

If I ask him, will you guys quit it?

- Probably not. - Of course.

- Oh, good timing, boys. - Hi, Les.

- Oh, hey, girls. - Hi, Billy.

Okay, the boys are gonna be here all night, keeping an eye on you.

- A close eye, I hope. - In you go.

But, Eddie, just because some tiny full porno Asian man tried to kidnap us,

it doesn't mean we should miss out on the most important moment of our lives.

Huh?

Meeting Rob Lowe and marrying him.

He won't be worth marrying once I've destroyed him.

- Oh, you're so desperate! - The truth hurts, Pia!

- Oh, my God! - Okay!

Enough with the Rob Lowe palaver, both of you! Huh?

Oh, man!

Oh, my God. Check out the size of this…

If you've got an aspirin, take it now.

I'm gonna go and do a lap.

I might, uh, might rustle us up some coffees.

- Oh, my God. Are the girls okay? - Now they're fine.

The boys are looking after 'em at the Selebo now.

What about Chenille?

Um-- Oh, God, she's up in bloody Honkers.

- And you? - Oh, I'm terrific.

I'm terrific, you know. I'm just glad you're here. That's all.

You know, for your own safety.

Right.

Can I, uh, fix you something?

Uh, maybe after sunrise.

All right, suit yourself.

So, what's the plan?

Mmm… Hmm?

Maybe we do a ring-around when the sun comes up.

Eh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, no ring-around.

No, we can, yeah, pull in some favors.

That's a bloody terrific idea.

Yeah, um, I'll draw up a list and we'll… we'll shut this thing down

- before it gets any more out of control. - Yeah.

♪ Fool enough to need you ♪

♪ A fool enough too long ♪

♪ Only when you leave You'll leave in danger… ♪

♪ So, give a little passion To a stranger… ♪

Good evening, Strawberry Shortcake.

What's your poison?

Uh, I'll just grab two coffees, please.

You sure?

Need a little pick-me-up, do you?

Yep, something like that.

- Long night ahead? - Yep.

Well… I've got another Colombian blend, if you're interested.

Oh…

White lady? Booger sugar?

Disco snow? Blizzard? A bit of yay?

Llello?

Toot? Tutti frutti? The devil's dandruff?

Just, uh, the two coffees, please.

Sure.

Central bloody Station.

Oh, no way!

Are you the Bowen Lager guy?

You're better-looking in real life, I reckon.

Yeah.

Yeah, cheers.

So, you don't mind getting your hands dirty, do you?

Only when… when it matters.

Me, either, as it turns out. Hmm.

In fact…

I fuckin' love it.

Good luck, big boy.

Jesus.

You don't muck around, do you?

Nope.

These are my truth tellers.

They'll make any bloke spill their deepest and darkest.

I don't think they're much use if there's nothing to tell about.

We'll see about that.

- Go for Eddie. - Hey, where are you?

Just trying to get eyes on Dolores.

Looking forward to putting it to bed, boss.

Yeah, you and me both, I'm telling you.

Hey, hey, Ed, you can, um…

you can be as creative as you like on this one, all right?

You got it.

Uh, okay, give us a bell when it's done, okay?

Copy that.

Actually, boss, uh, while I've got you…

- Uh, know what? Don't worry about it. - Was there something you want to say?

No, it's nothing, really.

Hey, hey, hey, you don't need to be shy, son, at this point.

You don't know Rob Lowe, do you?

Rob… Rob Lowe? What, the jockey?

- Rob Lowe is an actor. - Sexiest man alive, apparently.

- Sexiest man alive, apparently. - Where are we?

Are we at a bloody fan club meeting suddenly?

The girls thought you might know him. That's all.

Don't blame the girls for your stupid question, son.

- Sorry, boss. - No need to be sorry.

I need you to be ready to hurt some feelings.

There's a situation developing, in case you hadn't noticed.

Bloody…

Eddie!

Jesus!

Foghorn, couldn't you find anything brighter?

- Come here. - What?

Haven't you ever staked a place out before?

- No, not really. - It's all about being inconspicuous, yeah?

I mean, for starters, you've gotta stay low.

Down, down, down, down.

Better.

Now, any sign of her?

No.

But I saw the guy who runs my local noodle restaurant duck in for a quickie.

So?

So it means I'm gonna have to find another noodle restaurant.

Focus, would you?

Stay there.

Now, do not take your eyes off that building.

Copy?

Roger, Eddie.

Call me if you see anything.

Christ on a bike! That was sensational!

Nothing religious about it,

but I'll have you speaking in tongues in no time.

- Whoo! - What, did you do a TAFE course for that?

No.

No, you've gotta go international.

See, I've trained in Turkey, Thailand,

up and down Patpong Road, working with the best in the business.

- No kidding. - Don't forget the Shaolin monks.

Mmm!

What a trip that was. Horny buggers.

Oh, I bet you've got a bunch of yarns.

And don't get me wrong, you know, I'd love to hear 'em,

but I really should be bundying on back to the pickle factory.

No, relax, Les. Forget about work.

No, no, no. I really should choof off, you know?

I'm sure people might be worried where I'm at.

Well, let 'em worry, 'cause me and you,

we have a busy, busy night ahead of us, don't we?

I feel now's an appropriate time to start with the question and answer sesh, yeah?

Oh, I hope it's multiple choice.

No, 'fraid not.

Question one, where's my sister's body at?

Most ladies usually start with comparing favorite movies.

Most ladies haven't had their sister knocked off

by a pack full of gutless fuck-holes.

Arth, what was that thing that you said I needed, again?

- Uh, closure. - That. Exactly.

I need a bit of closure.

Oh, but how am I gonna get it

if I don't know where her body is?

Look, I'd love to help you out, but I never met her.

Yeah, you did.

I know you've been to her place of business,

and I know that you spoke to her, okay?

So, it's not too much of a stretch to believe

that you had a hand in her murder.

- Whoa! Murder? Hold on! Hold on! - Where did you dump the body at?

Look, you can't get me to say nothing if I really don't know what's going on.

Can't knock your loyalty, Les Norton,

but I'm gonna have you spilling your guts like a cheap poker machine.

I'd stop laughing if I was you, spoof-bag. You're next.

Come on, Ray.

I'm a part-timer at best. You know that.

I only work for Pricey when I need some extra cash.

I couldn't give a stuff about your financial situation

and you know as I do that hanging outside a brothel

without actually going inside, mate, that is deviant behavior.

Okay.

I was meant to be keeping an eye out for you.

Just me?

You or the owner.

- What for? - I don't know.

Okay.

Tell you what. I'll let it slide this time

if you tell me where Doreen Bognor's body is, eh?

- I said I've never heard of her. - Bullshit, mate.

Surely your mates at the Kelly Club said something.

They don't tell me nothing. I'm not part of that inner circle.

Really?

Okay.

- Assume the position. - Oh, really?

Come on. Hurry up. Get it over and done with.

Actually, do you mind just getting down a bit lower? It's better on my back.

Thanks, mate.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - What now?

- What about your new girl? - What new girl? Who? Gold? What?

Les, he's soft on her. He might have told her something.

Les?

You don't say.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! So, can I go?

Sorry, Foggy, you know the protocol.

Stay right where you are. Back in a jiffy.

- Where's Gold? - Um, she's not here.

I can see that, mate. Where is she?

I… I think she called in sick.

Sick?

Today of all days.

Great. Great.

- Jerky? - No, I'm good.

No, actually, I'm… I'm… I'm not.

I'm not good.

Thumper knows someone's looking into him.

He bashed someone right in front of me.

Oh, that's great.

How is that great?

Either it was a threat, or he's just bashing innocent cops on a hunch.

Well, both mean that he's rattled.

Yeah, and he's not alone.

This is where you need to calm down

and make the next move before he does.

What's that?

You go to the Kelly Club, right,

and let them know that old mate's off his head

and likely to bring them down with him.

Then you make 'em an offer that only a cop can.

Sorry, do you mean immunity?

For murder?

Why not?

You've got to take advantage of the grey areas, Gold.

The grey areas are your friend.

I guess I could… I could speak to Les.

It's interesting that your mind went there first,

but we've got to go to the top.

I can't just rock up and talk to Price.

I mean Georgie.

She's the brains behind the business that dumps bodies into concrete.

I don't have evidence to prove that yet.

She doesn't know that.

So, use it.

And use it today.

Hello?

Don't sound sick.

Uh, I… I'm not. I'm, um… I'm on my menstrual cycle.

Jesus, Gold, I don't care if you're on a bloody Yamaha 250.

- Get your arse in here. - But--

Look, today is not the day to make me repeat myself.

Now, I know that you've got a special friend at the Kelly Club.

I need you to get in here, tell me what you and him have been up to, all right?

What did I just say about not making me repeat myself?

- Um-- - Do you wanna play with the big boys?

- Yep. - Good.

Put your big girl pants on, you get your arse in here,

because today is fucking game day.

Hi. Um, is this the sexiest man alive?

Sexiest man alive?

Fine. Don't need to be so tushy.

If you see him, tell him his future is waiting for him in room 2401.

- Sorry, I was proper busting, eh? - Shh.

Oh, Billy, I have to… I have to talk to you.

It's… it's really important.

Sure, yeah. What's going on?

I've just been thinking, um…

Do you want my cherry?

I'm on a diet.

Eat it.

- I'm fine. - Eat it or I'll tell Dad.

- Billy! We're not on vacation. - No shit.

No answer.

- Why ain't you at your post? - I was taking a whizz.

- Where's Norton? - He's not with you?

What? No! Where the hell is he?

What? I thought he was helping us find Rob Lowe.

- We could look for him. - No way.

- Billy, back at your post. - With pleasure.

Oh, so, if I try and escape, you have to grab me?

- Stop being a freak, Sian. - I'm gonna go and look for Les.

- And we'll look for Rob Lowe. - I'll be outside.

Oh.

Oh, hi. Is this the sexiest man alive?

Whoo.

Hello!

Are you still there?

- Yeah, I'm still here. - Huh.

Half enjoying myself, to tell you the truth.

You know, I'd advise you to tell me where the body is

'cause things are only gonna get worse from here on in.

Even if I knew, which I don't, can you imagine if I told the lads

I buckled under this kind of interrogation?

"Oh, sorry, boys. Yeah, she threatened me with mind-boggling, amazing sex.

I'd never, ever live that down."

Well, pretty soon, you're not gonna have much choice, are you?

If you think you can outlast me, you've got another thing coming.

Yeah, I might have been off the tools a little bit,

but what I've got, I'll never lose, 'cause I'm a real professional.

I'm what you'd call a gifted amateur.

This isn't a game, Les, though.

This is strictly business.

Yeah, hi. Can I order six avocados?

Make it seven!

Eight avocados and a snorkel.

Do you have any cobra meat?

Great. Well, bring that too.

You sure you're not gonna tell me?

I'm having too much fun, darling.

What?

Oh, is the sexiest man alive there?

Sexiest man alive? Yeah, I'm looking at him.

Uh, sorry, he's a bit tied up at the moment.

- Oh, my God! - Can't believe we found Rob Lowe.

I can't believe we're gonna meet him.

Okay, call him back. See if he wants us to bring anything.

The line's engaged.

It's because he doesn't want anybody else to find him.

- Oh, he's waiting for us! - Let's go.

- I'm calling you back because clearly-- - Is that him? Is it him?

They're just trying to get him out of a meeting.

Here, give it here. I'll take over.

Good morning. It's, uh, Price Galese here.

Could you put me through to the Premier, please?

Excuse me?

Well, I've called the direct line, so obviously he knows who I am.

Yeah, okay, you do that.

What's this guy playing at?

Hello?

Hey, are you new? Because the Premier is a personal friend of mine.

Yeah, it's about a very serious problem.

There's a senior police sergeant who's endangering the public.

Hey, mate, could you just go to the Premier

and tell him it's Price Galese.

Look, I'm doing you a favor, I tell you, 'cause if he finds out that--

Prick.

You know the Premier?

I've paid for the crowns on every single one

of his smarmy little teeth.

Now, does he seriously think

that I'm not gonna go and find him and get them back…

…one by one?

♪ Baby, you're gonna cry ♪

♪ I always wonder What you do with your life… ♪

Should we have a go?

♪ When will I be a wife? ♪

♪ What should I be different from… ♪

Ooh-hoo.

Ah-ah-ah-ah…

Get up!

Oh, Daddy just called and said that we have to go down to room 2310.

Back inside now.

Mom just got hit by a train.

Oh, Billy, you're gonna be so excited.

- Oh, really? - Dad just called.

- Sian wouldn't want me to tell you-- - He got bit by a dog.

- Shat the bed. - Now has rabies.

- It's awful. It's everywhere. - Inside, now.

Okay, just… Shh!

Pia just got her period, and it's just, like… a mess.

♪ Baby, you're gonna cry… ♪

- Rob Lowe is right underneath us. - He's right there.

- Right there! He's there! - Yeah!

I think that might be the worst one yet.

- Hello. - Price?

Oh. Oh, it's you.

Um, what's with all the hide and seek?

What are you on about?

Yeah, I know something's up.

Well, yeah, we're gonna lose the election.

I'm not talking about that, you gutless mongrel.

Why won't the Premier talk to me?

- How would I know? - Hey, no, no.

Don't go coy on someone who's bloody funding your beachside retirement.

I can take it all back and leave you with nothing but scars as souvenirs.

Now, listen up, would ya?

Thumper's, uh… Thumper's lost the plot. He needs to be taken out.

Jesus, Price, I'm not exactly in the same position I was before.

What… what position's that?

Tides have turned, mate.

You should know that.

You've got bloody rock-solid balls,

telling me that while you're still in the country.

I am doing you a favor even talking to you.

You think you can walk away from our arrangement?

You'll be lucky to walk by the time I finish with you.

You and the Premier will need matching fucking wheelchairs.

God, is there anyone around here who's left with a bloody backbone?

- Foghorn's gone. - What?

Word is Thumper's on a rampage. He's got him and a lot of other blokes.

- He's looking for where we stashed Doreen. - What does Foghorn know?

Nothin'. He barely knows his last name.

The only other person who knows anything is Les.

Yeah, well, he's at the Selebo.

As far as we know.

What does that mean?

Well, come on, Edward. Spit it out.

He left to get coffee and he never came back.

- When was that? - Few hours ago.

- Why am I hearing about it now? - We figured he'd come back.

You figured wrong. What if Thumper's got a hold of him?

- Les wouldn't talk. - Oh, believe me,

everyone's got their bloody breaking point.

God's sake.

Oh, I'll find the coppertop meself.

Hi, you've reached Lauren and Les,

and we're not home. Leave a message.

We're here to find Les, not rip the place off.

You might wanna hear this, boss.

Hey, Loz. Phil here.

Whoo! What a night!

Just wanted to thank you for proving that the male G spot's not a myth.

Sorry, boss. Not that.

Paging Mr. Les Norton, a Mr. Les Norton.

Permission granted to stop bludging and return to Dirra.

I repeat, permission granted to return to Dirra.

Yeah, mate, Bevan's out of his coma copped to falling off the balcony all by himself,

so you're in the clear, boy.

Time to get your arse back up here.

And listen, eh, pick up a slab on the way through too, would ya?

Copy you later, brother.

So, instead of looking after my girls, Norton's done a fucking runner.

- Well, we don't know that, boss. - Oh, don't we?

Uh…

You treat someone like family and you get this.

There's got to be an explanation.

Take someone in as your own and what do you get?

You get a traitor, Eddie. A fucking traitor.

Where to, boss?

Just drive.

No worries.

So, while Price's castle was crumbling down around him,

back at the club, Georgie was also under siege…

…from an altogether different foe.

Is this a bad time?

I don't know. Is it?

Doesn't have to be.

I'm kind of busy right now, so did you have a question?

More of a problem, really, and you seem like a good problem-solver.

- It's about Doreen Bognor. - What about her?

Well, since she disappeared, I've stumbled on a whole raft of coincidences

that all seem to lead back here.

She disappeared the same night Price's Rolls copped a parking fine,

right by his new handball court. But you knew that already.

Making a site visit's not unusual.

True.

Neither is laying concrete footings.

Unless it's at 2:00 a.m., and there's a brothel madam inside.

Bit sloppy for a bunch of pros, isn't it?

If you had anything concrete on my boss, pardon the pun,

you wouldn't be standing here right now.

Maybe it's not your boss I'm after.

You see where I'm going with this?

I wouldn't really be that interested in all of this

if, uh, there was something more compelling I could get my hands on.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really? 'Cause I don't wanna bullshit you.

I don't wanna throw around words like "immunity"

unless I know what else is on the table.

Now, maybe there's not that much I can do for Price and Eddie,

but, um, there's no reason why you should go down with them.

What about Les?

What about him?

This is, um, not about Les.

This is about you.

Maybe you're just a bookkeeper.

No disrespect.

All I'm saying is you must keep very thorough records, right?

It pays to be organized.

Because you never know when something might come in handy.

Look… this is a one-time offer.

Today only.

Hmm.

That thoroughbred's pushing me to my limits.

What do they feed those country boys?

Time to shut it down, boss.

Time for the Parisian Pop.

Do you know how long it's been since I last did that?

No-- Nah. I think you should just go and grab Price's daughters again.

Don't doubt yourself now.

One more round.

For Doreen.

Yeah.

- Yeah, let's… let's grab the bubbles. - Hm.

Let's do it.

Parisian Pop.

You got this.

- So, think you're a stayer? - Yeah.

Think you can outlast me, motherfucker?

Tell me where my sister's body's at!

French champagne?

Wouldn't let my dog drink it.

We're not gonna drink it, dipshit.

What if we never get to meet him?

Our near-death experience will be for nothing.

Struth, that's fizzy.

Do you think that's him?

Are you kidding?

What else would the sexiest man alive be doing

but having a champagne-fueled sex orgy?

Oh, my…

Yeah, you can just stop it here. Yeah.

Hey.

Are you here for confessional, my son?

I was here for some peace and quiet.

Ah. I'll leave you to your solitude, then.

Oh, yeah, that's right. Go on, walk away. Walk away, just like everybody else.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no. Everybody's just doing their bloody job. Yep.

- Pardon? - I said everyone's just--

You know, we're all just-- I'm just…

- Oh, boy. - Why bother climbing the mountain?

What, to look out over all the people who have abandoned me?

Climb every mountain, ford every stream.

Mmm. God, all those people.

All those people comin' in and out of me club,

they're having a wonderful time. Where are they now?

You know, I've spent my life looking after people.

What do I get for it in return?

I get… I get betrayal, I get abandonment.

Where's the bloody loyalty, eh?

You feel you have no loyalty around you?

If I do, I don't know where it is.

Loyalty is founded from love…

and love only comes if we open our hearts to it.

To be without love…

is to be as a resounding gong.

Love?

Love.

Yeah.

Jeez, you're a real dark horse, aren't you, Probationary Constable?

Or should I be calling you something else?

I mean, this is some really thorough work you've done here.

- Thanks, Sarge. - All in your own spare time, eh?

- Just trying to earn my stripes. - Yeah, very noble.

About as noble as you standing guard

while I beat one of your colleagues to death just about it.

Sure you, um, had your reasons.

Really?

Well, that's some stone-cold shit there, Gold.

Um, I was actually gonna show you all of this.

I just wanted to make sure that it was all, um, in order

before I wasted your time.

- Oh, is that right? - Yep.

Um, I've actually got some more in the car if you want me to…

You know, it's funny.

I popped in for a visit because I was worried

that maybe you'd keeled over or something, you know.

No, no, no. I'm a very modern man, Gold.

I even know how to make a hot water bottle.

So, you can imagine my surprise when you weren't even bloody here.

Uh, I…

After all I've done for you,

you just go scurrying around behind my back.

Now, I admit, I never picked you for a doorman fucker,

but I know I got one thing right.

You're not a real cop.

- Takes one to know one. - Nah.

No, no, no. We're nothing alike.

You, you are pure vermin.

And you have no idea how skilled I am at pest control, eh.

Oh, Christ!

Get up!

Get up, Gold! Get up, for Christ's sake!

You're a dead man, Gold!

I know what you are!

Come here, Gold!

Gold!

Gold, you bastard!

Come on.

Now, Les knew the human body was made up of about 60% water,

but he didn't know until today that the rest was champagne and secrets.

And although he wasn't one to spill,

he was in no state to control what was bubbling to the surface.

Oh, don't you "calm down" me, you thieving sack of shit.

Looking for some ladies, are ya?

They do front door, back door, side door.

Gotta be at least 20 feet deep.

Les?

Les, are you still with me?

Look.

You're probably feeling things right now that you never thought you'd feel before.

And that's totally normal.

And you're probably feeling like you wanna say things to me

that you never thought you would say out loud.

That's okay.

That's also normal.

See, I know I'm the best you've ever had.

But you can talk to me, Les, okay?

You can tell me.

Where's my sister's body at?

Hmm?

I've had better.

Right! That's it.

Pfft. We're out.

I guess this time we're going dry.

Ah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

She's in Bondi!

Under Price's handball court.

But I… but I didn't have anything to do with it.

Arthit.

He's done.

Shame we have to kill him.

- Huh? - Yeah, well, after what you did

to those Thai blokes, we can't exactly take the risk.

No, I'll be no hassle.

I promise.

I'm not even sticking around Sydney long enough anyways.

You seem pretty settled in.

Sydney, this place, it gets you hooked.

Okay, I'll give you one last request.

I'm not a total barbarian. What'll it be?

Uh…

I suppose a… XXXX is out of the question?

I mean, I feel like we could manage that.

Arthit.

Oh, just go get him a sixpack, will ya?

I'm so grotty, I'm gonna have a shower.

And then we'll just sort him out later?

Yeah.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

'Cause I bet you a lobster you'd come back as a stallion.

Girls?

Hello?

Finally.

Fudge!

- Oh, sorry. - Excuse us.

Shit!

Come here!

Shit!

Far out, mate.

Hey!

Come here!

Yes!

- Come on! Come on! - I'm coming! I'm coming!

Les?

What the hell are youse two…

Les?

Norton.

You're all right, mate.

Just hang in there, brother.

I can't believe Rob Lowe would do this to you.

- Do you reckon he's still in there? - Let the poor bugger be.

Champagne.

- Champagne. - "Champagne."

- Champagne. - You're all right. Hang in there.

- Champagne. - One, two, three.

You're all right, Les.

But I… I can't risk saying anything, can I?

You know, I could have read it all wrong

but when she said, "We can work through anything together,"

did she mean "together" together or just work together at work?

And there was that time that she looked at me.

I couldn't work out if she was giving me the "look" look or if it was just a look.

It could have been the "look" look.

How are you supposed to tell the difference?

Uh, signals can be difficult to read.

I said to her, "What are you looking at?"

And she said, "You."

Now, did she mean "you" you.

or "I'm just looking at you"? 'Cause she was. She was looking at me.

Sorry to interrupt, Father, can I steal the boss?

Hey, Ed… Edward, we're working through something here.

Oh, there's no harm done.

Sorry, boss. I thought you'd wanna know straightaway.

Hmm, what is it?

We found Les.

I'm really sorry, boss.

I tried.

I… I let you down.

Let all youse down.

To see Les sitting there with his manhood rubbed red raw

and knowing that he'd ever doubted his loyalty,

had Price feeling lower than a landmine.

You… you right, son?

Must be the champagne talkin'.

- I'm sorry, boss. - Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey. No.

No more apologizing, son.

You know, you clearly held out longer

than can be expected of any bloody grown man.

And I tell you, Les, even though you copped it, son,

we all felt it. We all felt it.

But, you know, she's blown her wad, and yet here we are. We're all still here.

We're all still here in this place, in our place,

where we always manage to turn things around. Yeah.

You know, that pest, she's tried to put a dent in a few of us now.

She's come after my family, both my families.

She's made it personal.

Well, I tell ya,

she'll soon learn that you threaten my daughters,

you try some freaky shit out on my doorman,

or, by God, if you try to topple me,

you'll spend the rest of your days as bloody fertilizer

on every rose garden from here to Watsons Bay.

If she's even alive tomorrow,

I tell you, we'll find her and we will fuck her over.

- I'm sorry, Les. - Uh, it's…

it's all good, boss.

You hear that?

Hear that?

His old fella's ground to dust and he's still got his optimism.

That's why she's got nothin' on us, I tell ya. Nothin'.

Who cares if she knows where the bloody body's buried.

Get in line, sweetheart. This is Sydney.

And who's gonna believe her anyway, eh?

Bloody look like a set-up.

Why would Price Galese even know the bloody likes of the Bognor tarts?

Why would Price Galese wanna rot

the foundations of his own bloody handball court with that gene pool?

Yeah, good luck trying to frame Price Galese, you little turds.

'Cause there's no evidence, is there?

There's nothing to tie me to it.

There's nothing to link any of us to it.

There's nothing to pin that bloody low-life corpse

to anywhere near this place.

Um…

boss…

Two-horse race. It's us versus them.

They're odds-on favorites at this point, but any punter worth their salt

will tell you a two-horse race can go one of two ways.

This is 1985, old man.

You're the past and I'm the bloody beautiful future.

We just gotta get to Doreen's body before they do.

If I wanted a line, I would've done one in the car.

"I'm not gonna wait in this line 'cause I'm a cop.

Cops are tops.

Fuck off, the rest of you."

It's time for the Gecko.

Met him back in 'Nam in '69.

A decade of opium dens, Agent Orange, napalm sunsets.

Can you imagine?

Weapons-grade C-4, straight out of Chechnya.

You're not planning on doing this right now, are ya?

- War is hell. - Murder's murder!

It's too late to get cold feet now, soldier.