All language subtitles for Jack Irish - 02x05 - Episode 5.W4F.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

- Listen, I can commit, you know?
- Oh, that's good to know.

She had a wedding ring. The woman
you had sex with the other night.

There's one menace
who needs to be brought into line.

Mr Ricky Kirsch.

And we're gonna bug his home.

Got the flights booked
and I'm learning Mandarin

so I can surprise Cherry
in her native tongue.

They speak Cantonese there, don't they?

No, no, she speaks Chinese.

Anyone here know Eddie Chin?

I told Eddie not to cause trouble.

All the As on the list,
they're all dead, right?

So, what do As and Ps stand for?

Leave the hotel
and go directly to the airport.

Maybe they were tapping our phones.

I think you might be right.

I'm working for the girl who was in
this coffin. What's it doing here?

Take the rest of the day off, boys.

So, you mentioned
something about Martin Reed.

We provided him
with a grant to do his research.

And if Martin was before your time,

- then who was in charge then?
- My father-in-law.

Thornton Finch.

Well, I've taken up enough
of your time. I'll let myself out.

This is day 17.

Who the hell are you, K?

It is beginning.

Breathtaking passage beneath a bridge.

- How many letters?
- Seven.

Oh, you're bleeding there, love.

Oh, I'm fine, Mac. It's nothing.

Nostril.

Seven letters. Breathtaking passage
beneath a bridge.

Oh, did your friend end up
catching up with you?

- Friend?
- The Russki.

She was in here this morning,
looking for you.

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Imagine you're a little boy,

standing underneath
a sleek, black velvet panther...

...its huge paws either side of you.

The vibrations of its chest...

...against your body.

Feel the panther's power.

You're safe.

You're strong.

OK?

Now I want you to activate
the deepest wound within you.

Inhale.

And exhale through your heart.

Don't think.

Ask the body, not the mind.

You need to be willing
to do the work, Jack.

No, I think I just need to get out

from underneath this fuckin' panther.

Uh...

Kyle's one of the world's
leading trauma specialists.

Yeah, well, I guess
tonal chanting and power animals

are just not my thing, mate.

Yeah, well, cognitive therapy's
not a cure-all, Jack.

Neither's medication.

You are being driven by the past,
by fear, by trauma.

We're talking decades of wordless pain.

Exactly. Wordless.
So, not talking about it.

See? You've got all this repressed rage.

At the moment,
I just feel like I've got real rage.

Storming out like that
is just classic 101 Repressed.

It was an uncomfortable chair, OK?
Very poorly built.

Well, you'd know about that.

Mate, I've made furniture
that's stood the test of time.

What have you ever done?

Does it upset you when people
are critical of your carpentry?

I know what you're trying to do, OK?

Charlie Taub was a master of it.

Fair enough that he was hard to please.

Hard to please, like your father?

Mate, you keep channelling Kyle,
I'm gonna take you to the zoo

and feed you to a real panther, OK?

Not a word.

Hi, Jack. It's me... again.

Uh, can you call me when you can?

So, we're seeing
other people now, are we?

Said the pot who fucked the kettle.

Have you ever asked yourself why?

Oh, don't give me that, Phillip.
I hear these cop-outs every day.

"My needs weren't being met.
I didn't feel appreciated enough."

You've got everybody else pegged
except yourself, haven't you?

A grown woman
who still hasn't moved out of home.

My father is dying.

What, for 30 years?

I should be the one
getting a humanitarian award

for putting up with you and your father.

Freud would have a field day
with you two.

Oh, my God. That is offensive
on so many levels.

I have never been in this relationship.

Do you know what you did when
I told you I was having an affair?

You went and made yourself a cup of tea.

Mm. I was upset.

No, you weren't.
That's what was upsetting.

Dad.

Sorry, I... I didn't realise...

I'll go and get the kids.

You're going to leave him?

'Cause he's about to be the...
the new CEO of my company.

I mean, I would like to know.

We can't all have a marriage
like you and Mum did.

What's that supposed to mean?

I could not have done more
for your mother.

I'm sure you're right, Dad.

You always are.

It just hit me,
the kind of person you are.

I've got bookshelves
full of people like you.

Well, I think I deserve
to at least know what I did.

Nine foreign students who get
shipped home to India wind up dead,

and your husband is funding
the research scientist

whose van just happens to be

plastered with pictures of those kids.

The scientist who got murdered
in front of me, by the way.

And this being the same
supposedly estranged husband

who tells me that he's just been on

the best summer holiday
of his life, with you.

What, you think he'd come clean

about the state of his marriage
to a stranger?

Why would he even say it?

Why would you say
you can make a commitment?

People say things that aren't true.

Lakshmi was your patient.

You visited Javed Nazeem
in a detention centre

and Martin Reed is tied up
with your father's foundation,

run by your husband.

What else am I gonna discover?

That... that you're on the board
of Meritus Institute

and Anoushka Khurana's
your secret half-sister?

You played me. Nice one.

How the hell could I play you?

You came to me!

Jack?

Oh!

I got one!

Refresher?

Oh, no, I'll just finish this first.

How's your Bollywood story coming along?

I can feel a Pulitzer.

People deserve to know
about skin-saving creams

that can slow the ageing process
by as much as 10 years.

It's a story that must be told.

And the other story?

You're just gonna leave it at that?

10 dead Indian students?

All those alarming facts?

I'm impressed. I couldn't do it.

Orton, we're adopting a child.

My life was threatened.
It's not just about me, it...

...it's about the safety of our family.

We live in the Philippines, Linda.

You think we are that safe?

Why are you turning your back on this?

Are you afraid of
getting involved with Jack?

Ridiculous!

Maybe you're adopting the child
with the wrong man.

Look, there's nothing
between Jack and I. It's over.

Dead. Like... Tutankhamen dead.

Mm.

Pharaohs are preserved for eternity,
their tombs available for visits.

What am I to make of this?

You are impossible.

It's a gift.

Right, my turn. I'm gonna get you!

This is bordering on harassment,
Mr Irish.

I don't want to have to call the police.

No, I'm sure you don't,
'cause then you'd have to explain

why you illegally signed off
on a cremation,

and why Lakshmi Agarwal's coffin
was found in a meth lab in Coburg

with the toe tag still in it.

I don't even know where Coburg is.

Well, that'll stand up in court.

Where's her body?

I don't know.

I've had hospital records
checked in Mumbai.

Nine Indian students are dead.

10 with Lakshmi.

What... You sold out your own people.

I... I don't know anything about that.

You don't seem to know a lot,
really, do you?

Which I suppose qualifies you to be
a teacher in this bullshit college.

I have told you
that I'm trying to help them

break from the poverty cycle.

By buying a Porsche?

Has this got something to do with
the Next Horizon Foundation?

Just tell me where her body is, OK?
It's the least the family deserves.

Yes?

10 students?

10!

Did you know?

DID YOU KNOW?!

Did you?!

Don't call me again.

Found it, Ricky.

Harry bloody Strang.

This fuckin' foundation's a nightmare.

It really clogs the pores of your skin.

Ohh!

You OK, boss?

It's just this sodium build-up.

I tell you, Dyson,

once we've cleaned out Harry Strang,

we'll take one of his fuckin' kidneys,

put him on dialysis, see how HE likes it.

Yes, boss.

We'll take care of his Aboriginal mate...

...and then we'll just
pick Harry off from the herd.

Pass me some more
of those facial wipes, will ya?

Right, so far, Ricky's only targeted

Group 3s that are under the radar.

What do these racers have in common?

All three-year-olds.

Fillies.

And sprinters.

If I know Ricky, and, sadly I do,

I'd say he's got his shifty eye
on a Group 1 fix.

OK, so, we're looking at
a high-profile city race.

Group 1, three-year-old fillies,
over 1,000 to 1,200 metres.

Cheeky bastard.

Staring us right in the face.

What else can it be?

Oh, it's so obvious.

Write it up, Cyn.

For the others.

Oh! Your race.

We have to look at every potential
horse that's running in this race.

We have to know
which one's Ricky's horse.

I reckon a little bit of trackside
reconnaissance might be in order.

I'm a busy man, Jack.

Yeah, I know. I just needed some good
old-fashioned police intimidation,

so, of course, I thought of you.

Open the door!

Just wait over here.

It's not even open?

Hey, wait. There's someone up there!

Is anyone in there?

Not that I know of.

I'll leave you with it.

Thanks for tip-off, Jack.

Looks like we're gonna
blow this one wide apart.

I'll expect a commendation.

But aren't you gonna question Anoushka?

Noushie's gone, mate. The door's locked.

She's shut it down. The whole shebang.

Hang on. Where you going?

To file this under
'W' for Waste of My Fuckin' Time.

But don't you think
there's some police work

that needs to be done here?

- Like an arrest, perhaps?
- You know what? You're right.

Constable!

Arrest that building.

Police work...

Anoushka Khurana.

Confirmed departure, Passport
Control, Tullamarine Airport.

And where did she go?

Well, somewhere where they
don't have an extradition treaty.

Tasmania, probably.

Bloody hell!

Listen, just while I've got you here,

don't suppose you would recognise

any of this lot, would you?

All four of them
took a bullet to the leg.

Oh, well, what do you know?

Their story is
they were tooling around with a gun

and accidentally shot each other.

Boys'll be boys, hey?

Interestingly, though, your mate,
the nutjob, Brendan O'Grady,

was caught on CCTV just one block away.

I refute any implication
that Brendan O'Grady is my mate.

Anyway, the way I see it

is if four drug dealers want to
shoot each other in the legs,

for mine, that is a feelgood story.

It's just a pity about the students.

But I told you it was about drugs.

Oh! Careful!

So, you're still actually
going through with the sale, Stan?

Yep. Today is the first day
of the rest of my life.

Doesn't mean you'll live
any longer, mate.

No, but I'll be happier.

What, speaking mangled Mandarin
in a Cantonese province?

- You still can't use chopsticks, mate.
- Yeah, well, I will learn.

You've gotta have the two sticks
in the one hand for starters.

You see, that just doesn't
make any sense.

You've never even
left the postcode, Stan.

Well I want to be with my wife, Jack.

Look, trust me, Stan,
that feeling will pass, right?

And when it does,
that's what pubs are for.

You're not hiding from
your black panther are you, mate?

I AM the panther, Jack.

Well, if you want to be
a prisoner of pain,

that's up entirely up to you.

How's your relationship
with Simone going?

Arctic, mate.
The coldest of cold shoulders.

Right, well, you may want
to pop your coat on.

Simone.

Andrew.

You look good.

- Nice earrings.
- Thank you.

- Well, take care.
- Yep, yeah.

Sorry. I didn't know
he was gonna be here.

That's fine. We're all adults,
now that he's left.

What actually happened with you two?

Thought you'd make a good couple.

You know, I'm on my lunch, Jack,
so let's get to it.

OK, here is the photo from your phone.

Postmark is only partial,
but it starts with a D.

The first postcode digit is a three,
the last is a two,

so we know which state.

I'm going to search
all the suburbs and towns.

Well, you know what?
You're looking at Dingley 3172,

Drysdale 3222.

Then you got Dergholm and Dorodong.

- That's, uh, 3312.
- How's he know all that?

47 years with Australia Post.

Dean, Dereel and Dunnstown, that's 3352.

And not forgetting Dargo,
that's 3862, yeah.

Well, do you reckon
that's an O at the end?

I think that is an O.

OK, so we've got to look up anybody
in Dargo whose name begins with K.

OK. Population of Dargo is only 150.

It's on the electoral roll.
I just hacked into it.

You know that's a federal offence, right?

I am living on the edge, Jack.

So, we have Kieran, Kerry, Kyle,
Kelly, Kim, Kayla, Kelsey and Keith.

Well, there's a kiss after that K,

so it's a female
we're looking for, right?

We can forget about Keith.

I once knew a bloke called Karen.

Persian, he was.

He cleared out our toilet for us.

Yeah.

I might pass his number on to Stan.

What am I supposed to do?

I can't really go wandering around
Dargo, looking for an initial, can I?

Are there any women in Martin Reed's
life that you know of?

I don't...

Hi.

- Back again?
- Yeah.

I'm just wondering,

you don't happen to know who
the woman in that photo is, do you?

That's Kendra Raspovic.

G'day.

I'm looking for a Kendra Raspovic.

I believe she's got
a post office box here.

You a friend of the friend?

- Someone been here already?
- Well, it's unusual.

Young lass tends to keep to herself,
and then a few of you turn up.

- Morning, Mac.
- Ralphie.

So, Kendra gave me her address,
but I must have written it down wrong

'cause I can't seem to find
the dirt road turn-off...

Dalgetty Road. Third on the right
past the Mitchell River.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

Oh, tell her we've got some more
of those beans she likes in stock.

- You got it.
- Good.

All the As
on the list, they're all dead, right?

As? Yeah, they are.

Yeah, well, Lakshmi was an A.

Rahul the accidental accountant's
a P, and he's alive.

Fuck!

Find anything interesting?

Are you stalking me now or something?

You should know this guy's
a serious threat to your family.

If you care about him,
tell him to stay away.

Feeling threatened, are you?

I didn't say us.

I said your family.

I can tell you everything.

But do you really want to
know everything?

I'm going to bed.

Of course you are.

Some of us have to live
in the real world, Rory.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, Jesus, Cam!

What are you doing?

I gave you a wake-up call
half an hour ago.

Yeah. I must have...
I must have drifted back off.

Put some pants on. Harry's waiting.

Righto.

Why do we have to be up so early?

It's character-building, Jack.

Right, is that why there's
so many crooks in racing?

No-one said GOOD character.

Can I ask why I need to be here?

Well, morale, mostly.

I mean, how do you think we'd all
feel being up at the crack of dawn,

while you're snuggled in your doona?

Harry wanted you to know
that we worked out

where Ricky's gonna land his big sting.

The Harry Strang Stakes.

Which is his horse?

Well, that we didn't know,

not until a truck ran into
the back of the favourite's float

and did its Achilles.

Hmm, you'll never guess
where the first emergency's from.

Ricky Kirsch country.

- Queensland?
- Oh, that... that's her.

Panda Panda.

And you couldn't have just
told me this on the phone?

It's too sensitive!

Come on, let's get to work.

- Nice morning's work.
- You go, boss.

I'm going to take some photos
of Panda Panda at the stables.

See you back at the homestead.

So, just to be clear, there was
no need for me to be here at all?

Completely pointless, Jack.

You got to see a sunrise, didn't you?

Some people are never happy.

Hello, Cam.

That's coming along.

Yeah, it's getting there.

I've got some spare time,
if you need a hand.

God no.

Thanks for mulling it over.

What happened to Rory?

You'll be pleased to know that's over.

You liked her, didn't you?

Ah, you gotta wonder
what's wrong with me, don't you?

I do.

But then I get bored
and focus on my own shit.

Thanks.

Jeez, that throat cancer
must be a bit of a bitch.

How do you reckon you got it?

Fuck off.

Who's the body bag for?

Fucking nature!

That's him.

Dyson, where are ya?

Alright.

He's taking a dump.

Right, let's go.

Nice work, boys.

- Where's Dyson?
- Taking a dump.

He's starting to come to, boss.
Shitting himself.

This is Ricky, Cam.

Shhh, shh, shh.

I just want you to know, this is the
last voice you are ever gonna hear.

Throw him over, boys.

God, that must be fuckin' cold.

Where's Dyson? He's missing all the fun.

That's a hell of a long dump.

Dyson?!

You did look inside the bag, didn't you?

Oh, fuck.

Did you send an email to Jack?

You know I can't email.

_

Police were called
to a suspected terrorist incident

this morning.

Indian national Javed Nazeem
was arrested in a building

owned by the Delatech Corporation,

a medical research multinational.

Well, it's a simple question, really.

I'm just wondering what sort
of research you do in that building.

Yeah, I gather it's scientific, but
what are you researching, exactly?

Hello? Hello?

Jack?! Jack?!

Brendan.

Come on in and meet my work colleagues.

Come on.

Priyanka, Bhagat, Farouk, Asinku

and Anil, not Anal!

Called him Anal for the first six weeks.

This is Jack, everyone.

Hi.

Very dear friend of mine.
We're like brothers.

- Well...
- You're a lucky man, Jack.

Brendan's a straight-up guy.

Asinku, stop it.

Actually, Brendan,
can I just have a word for a sec?

Sure.

Anyone touches my macchiato,
I'll shoot you in the head, yes?

So, they know what you do, then?

Yeah, I told them, yeah.

Not sure they realise I'm serious,
to be honest.

Listen, about those meatheads
that you shot in the leg.

Remind me again?

- The drug lab in Coburg.
- Oh, yeah.

Well, it seems like
the cops are onto you.

Right. And?

Well, you won't mention my name,
will you?

Jack...

I take that stuff to the grave.
We're family.

- Not really.
- Come on, bring it in.

Ah...

Don't worry about that.
That's not contagious.

It's just a side effect
of this medication I'm on.

Brendan, I have to go.

- You off?
- Yeah, I'll see you next week.

Asinku, my man. Bro.

- Tuesday, yeah?
- Yeah.

Look forward to it.

Is Asinku on the same medication?

Yeah, looks like we're both on As.

This is one of those ones
where you wish you were on a P.

What do you mean, As and P. What...?

Clinical research trials.

Active drugs and placebos.

So you're a... a lab rat
for a pharmaceutical company?

No, no, no. They contract
all that out. It's like my work.

And I prefer the term 'guinea pig', Jack.

We're all guinea pigs. Just that
some of us get paid for it.

Your friends aren't all students
by any chance, are they?

Yeah, all students.

And how did you get involved?

You know, I don't, uh...

...I don't get to make many friends
in my line of work.

I've come into the cafe one day,

I've seen Anil with
a big rash on his face

and I think, you know,
"What's that all about?"

I get chatting to him
and I think, "Why not?"

Chance to make an honest dollar and
who knows, maybe make a difference.

Listen, the work you're doing,

it wouldn't happen to be in
Doncaster, by any chance, would it?

Yeah. Doncaster.

Might just dwell here. Good luck.

Morning.

Have you ever taken part
in a clinical drug test before,

Mr Ireland?

No, this'd be my first time.

Any allergies?
Pre-existing medical conditions?

Nuh.

You brought your doctor's report?

So, most of your participants
are foreign students, yeah?

We draw our volunteers
from a variety of sectors

across the community.

And you offer payment?

We offer financial incentives
on all our programs.

It's standard practice.

And you can guarantee safety?

Clinical trials in this country
are highly regulated

and we are, of course, fully compliant.

Huh.

However, we do require our volunteers

to sign a standard waiver agreement.

Mind if I take a look?

So, these are the first, uh,
human trials of untested drugs?

How can you be sure...

...you know...?

Thank you for coming in, Mr Ireland.

We'll review your application
and let you know.

Well, I think I have an inkling.

Thanks.

Ohh.

How'd you go?

Not the best meeting I've ever had.

You haven't put me in an awkward
position in there, have you Jack?

These people are my work colleagues.
They're like family.

Brendan, you're a standover man.

This is a multimillion-dollar-
turnover-a-year CRO.

They toss you a couple of shekels
every now and then

like a cup of tea and a biscuit,

in exchange for boils, rashes

and God knows what
long-term physiological effects.

It's not just biscuits, Jack.
It's cake as well, sometimes.

I really need to see
their clinical trial tests.

I don't like where this is going.

Has there been a death?

Yeah.

The death of fun!

They all voted against office theme days.

Ohh. So, no more dress-ups?

Said they were spending a fortune on
costume hire, so they cancelled it.

Mm. What sort of people do that?

Well...

Nobody wants to be happy.

I mean, they would just rather
sit in their little cubicles

like rats in a cage, processing data,

preparing spreadsheets, sending memos.

I mean, what is it all for?

We are just like hamsters,
spinning in a wheel.

Well, I just don't think rodents
want to wear costumes, do they?

They just want to eat cheese.

Dress-up days were the cheese, Jack!

Yeah, no, I get this is probably
not the time to ask you,

- but I need a favour.
- Oh...

I need you on the end of the phone,
because I...

...I'm gonna break into
the Delatech building in Doncaster,

and I need you to talk me through
how I access their computer files.

No.

Look, you don't have to do
anything dangerous...

I am not sitting on the end of
some phone while you commit a crime.

I'm coming with you.

I work with dead people
and I need to feel alive.

- When do we break in?
- Tonight.

Good. I know exactly what I'm gonna wear.

What next? Climb up there?

No, no, I've got a security pass.
Brendan nicked it for me.

Is she wearing a ninja outfit?

Just be thankful I talked her
out of wearing the mask.

Yeah, ta.

Go, Tiges!

OK, bottom of these stairs.

There's a security camera up there.
I'm gonna cover it.

Swipe us in.

Stay out here.

Camera's gone out in the server room.

Oi!

Yeah, alright.

- All clear. I'll wait outside.
- OK.

- Do you need that?
- Yep.

Yeah, that looks right.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Up against the wall.

Give me your torch.

Right, I'm in.

I really don't pay you enough, do I?

Not even close. OK.

Clinical Trials, Human.

- So, it's Lakshmi Agarwal.
- Right.

So...

...Kev, how much do they pay you
for your graveyard shift?

Well, it works out at 480
for an eight-hour shift.

Before tax?

- Yeah.
- That's not bad.

But it's not exactly
danger money, though, is it?

It's not worth trying to be a hero for.

So, how long till your mate comes
downstairs to check where you are?

Probably any minute now.

We keep pretty strict protocols.

Goal!

When you're done here,
meet me upstairs in the foyer.

What for?

Shit. Yeah. OK.

Shit. So... so we need to get
t-trial dates...

- Yep.
- ..and chemical compounds.

Yep.

All sorted out?

Hands in the air.

Don't touch that button.

Now, Kev, what I want you to do
is go around there

and disable the security recordings.

And no funny buggers.

I'm very familiar with the system.

Good work, Kev.

Who's winning?

Uh, Tiges. Uh, by... by two.

Got it.

OK.

Right. Uh, OK.

Yes!

- Yes, yes, yes, yeah! Goal!
- Goal.

Goal. He's done it again.
Kicked another one.

- He's a freak, that's what he is.
- Yeah.

- Shall we?
- I love those boys.

Gus!

I... was wondering
if I can buy you a milkshake?

- A milkshake?
- Yeah.

My marriage hasn't exactly
been very happy, Gus,

and I spend my working life

hearing about
everyone else's unhappy marriages

in excruciating detail.

So, when I met Jack, it was like...

...the clouds parted.

I know.

This is really embarrassing.

It really is.

I know how much you mean to Jack

and I... was hoping
that we could get along.

No, this is fucked up.

My mother pulled this kind of shit.

Thanks for the milkshake.

No, no, C. C. Not B. C for Charlie.

And then two, H for Harry,

two-two, B for Barry,

little R for... Rory,

F for Freddie, N for Nellie, two-zero.

You... Well, I don't... I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.

I'm not a chemist.

That'd be great. Thanks.

Irish.

Jack! Someone's broken in,
and there's three of them!

- Jack!
- Gus, don't open the door.

Gus, listen to me.
Gus, can you hear me? Are you OK?

Let me go! Let me go!

I'm coming. Listen to me. Hold on!

Let me go!

Hold on, I'm on my way.

I'm coming. Just hold on, OK?
Sit tight. I'm on my way.

Gus?!

Gus?

Shit! Gus?!

Jack? Jack?

So, you don't think this was random?

This is me, Barry. What do you reckon?

Alright, well, who in particular
have you pissed off lately?

I broke into a drug research
building in Doncaster last night.

Jack, when are you gonna stop

this David versus Goliath bullshit?

The Bible's not exactly Hansard, mate.

For all we know, David's slingshot
could have been bung

and he could have got the shit
kicked out of him.

What's happened? Are... are you OK?

Gus has been taken.

- Is there anything I can do?
- You're kidding, aren't you?

OK, Phillip.

Now I'm listening.

_

This man has been a mentor
to many of you here today.

But to me, he has been
so much more than that.

When I was a little girl, I loved rules.

I measured the length of my socks.

I always swam between the flags.

Even my stuffed toys had strict curfews.

In... in rules,
I found comfort and security.

Then one day, at the beach,

my father, he led me away from the flags.

He took me out into the raging surf

and I was dunked over and over again.

My eyes, my nose,
my mouth was full of salt and sand,

and I'd never felt more alive.

In that moment, he'd shown me
the thrill of... of the unknown.

The forbidden, the uncharted.

And my father has done that
his entire life.

Gus?

It is a great honour to present to you

the man who has fearlessly leapt
into the unknown

to advance humanity
and to ameliorate world suffering.

He is an innovator...

- Gus?!
- ..and a pioneer.

And he will leave this world
a far better place than he found it.

The recipient of the Queen's Trust
Award for Services to Humanity,

my father, Professor Thornton Finch.

Gus?

Gus?

Gus?

Gus... Gus!

Oh, Jesus!

Gus?

Gus?

Gus, can you hear me?

It's alright. It's alright.

Shhh. Shhh.

Shh, it's alright.

It's alright.

You've made me very, very proud.

I know what you've been doing.

Coasters! Eric! I just polished that.

I told you, I'm having an inspection.

What are we supposed to do for lunch?

Well, just sort yourself out
in the kitchen.

Just don't make a bloody mess.

Your father pointed me to that stool
43 years ago,

and I've been sitting on it ever since.

So, you could do with
getting up off your arse.

- Ah, don't be so miserable.
- Oh...

Oh, it's only you.

- Should I have dressed up, mate?
- Oh, no. I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm just nervous.

The agent said he's a very serious
buyer. No, here they come.

Jack, how do I look? How do I look?

Like a man who's never worn a suit.

- Good. Good.
- Hey, how's young Gus?

Oh, she'll be alright. She's...
she's just really shaken up.

They... they drugged her with something,

so she's in overnight, for observation.

Well, when you find out
whoever it was done this to her,

do not bring him in here.

Probably best just to let
the police handle it, Wilbur, eh?

Ohh...

Well, that's not like you
to sit on the bench, Jack.

- I know.
- Huh?

So, just come in. Watch your step there.

So, this is the main...

..public bar area.

Hey, Stan, what's the use-by date
on these beans?

Yeah, not now, Eric!

Um, and um, and here's
the commercial bar, fully appointed,

with top-of-the-line taps and fridges.

Hey, what gives?

Come into the pool room.

Ohh...

Kendra?

Kendra!

It's OK. I'm not here to hurt you!

Kendra?

Kendra, I know what's been going on.

You're not safe here.

Let me help you.

She was right.

Lakshmi.

It's like it's on fire.

I can get you some help.

It's gonna be OK.

No!

Ah, Jack. Uh, this is Orton, my husband.

Ah, it's good to see you two
back together again.

We're not back together.
She's married this bloke.

- Orton?
- Yeah.

Much better choice.

The horse he's backing
is a Queenslander, Panda Panda.

Ricky'll back it to the hilt
if he can get the odds.

Don't know which horses you drugged,
but it wasn't them.

Go, Panda!

You know I met my Vera at the bar here,

and she left to live with my cousin
through that door there.

There's just so many happy memories.

Come Monday week,
opening time, where are we?

- Forgotten men.
- Yeah.

My name is Kendra Raspovic.

We are responsible for the death

of at least 10 people.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Rory.

I am truly sorry.

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