All language subtitles for Underbelly Land Of The Long Green Cloud s01e04 Marty - Party.eng

Things are getting too big for the
Drug Squad to handle alone.

Now these crooks are getting organized

they're moving from pot into LSD, and even heroin.

We think that Maher is the

paymaster for Johnstone

and these two need to be at the top of our board.

Take it out of the 30.000 you owe me.

Let's keep it separate.

You know l'll get around to the 30.000.

You think Marty and Andy

will be all right about us getting into heroin?

A customs gate is only a meter wide.

Of course, you're going to get caught.

But there's thousands of K's of coastline.

Makes sense use boats, not bloody planes.

This is my crew for the trip,

Kevin and Mike.

There's a joint task force,

tracking a major shipment from Asia.

What about the Lampshire boys, Marty?

They're still sick.

That's their problem.

'Fore here to sort out their bloody visas....

bribes, towing fees,

cost me enough, bloody me.

We're not going to find a bloody thing, are we?

You don't listen, do ya?

Stupid cow.

You two need to talk,

about cops screwing up on drug ops,

Hard men laughing all the way to the bank,

covert surveillances.

Come on. Live a bit. Celebrate.

People of New Zealand,

I give you...

a...whole...new...world.

The abandoned crewmen of the Brigadoon

were surviving in the archepelago

by giving their version of Kiwi culture

a bit of a nudge.

Singin' in some bar in Thailand.

Bugger them!

They cost me a fortune.

Leave them alone, they will come
home, wagging their tails behind them.

Marty! The bloody decorators.

What? They want some, do they?

How about this? For the couches?

Ah. "Soviet cheap and Nazi", isn't it, Angel?

Do better, can't we?

How'd it go in England?

Aye! Good to have Everton crew get organized.

So...go for top of the line.

We can afford it, we're going international.

You want some of this? Get
those creative juices flowing?

So? Your mates, Freddie and Leila, on board?

Ah...�600 a week.

Not bad.

Each.

What?

For running the whole UK
distribution. It's fit enough.

You sure you want all the Brigadoon profits in this?

You got to spend money to make money.

On "H", instead of grass, you always said...

"New horse", mate.

"New", bloody, "horse".

It's time to blaze a trail.

And once again,

good old Kiwi ingenuity, shows the way.

Imports out of Asia, controlled from Singapore,

wholesale in England.

It's a dead-cert, Andy.

Pass me the cape and tarps.

We are on the up.

You, me and fuckin' ***.

Nah, you haven't sold me.

The story's there.

Look at all this.

It is pure gold.

It's all very interesting.

None of it's printable and you know it.

We're not suggesting we go to print.

No, no. This is just the research.

We know we need to get more, but
we've got have the resources to get it.

Come on, Keith.

You know how big this could be.

1. Police incompetence, 2. major drug importation...

3. Colossal stuff-ups.

4. Lawsuits?

- What resources?
- Me.

I see. An ambush.

- Who's gonna do general police reporting, see?
- Haul in a stringer.

I'm supposed to smile while I'm being screwed, am I?

They're laughing in our faces.

I cannot get you any more manpower!

Everytime I put in a request,
I get figures quoted at me.

Arrests are up.

Because sales are through the roof.

Clearance rates are lookin' good.

Because we're not even aware of
nine-tenths of what's going on.

Do we still even have this joined, bloody, task force.

I took our surveillance findings to Command...

the travel, the wheeling and the dealing,

and I think I've convinced them
another major deal is in the offing.

So, yes!...We still "have the joint task force"!

Well, hurrah.

Still an under-resourced one, I bet.

Not quite.

We've been having a quiet chat
with some reserve bank agents.

How did we convince them to get involved?

Nothing like a bit of ostentatious
wealth to get bankers off their asses.

Turns out there's some suspicion
that our friend, Big Ari,

is laundering cash using air crews.

Is Johnstone on our hit-list yet?

You lot give me enough solid evidence

to say he should be, and he'll be there.

All right...I'll leak the "time in lieu".

Let's scope out a place close
to his pad. Fancy some late nights?

Sounds like a job for the boys.

- Hey, I'm up for it.
- Hey, let's check it out.

- Anything?
- No...nothin'.

Heard you coming in. Have to work on that.

Nice place. The other half, eh?

Yeah, swish!

You're 10 minutes late,

dock it off your "time in lieu".

- Anything happening?
- Nothing much.

Go on. Bugger off, then. We'll take over.

Hey, come on, Rip, wakey wakey.

Hey, you two...behave.

No hanky-panky, OK?

We'd finally got permission
to focus on Marty Johnstone,

but, as it worked out,

the surveillance was a joke.

By the time, Marty was dealing mostly in curtains.

Shit!

It looked like the reserve banks sting was too late.

Then, Marty buggered off completely.

Don't pretend this is a holiday, seen the bloody itinerary?

Yes, first-class all the way.

That's via Singapore, wonder why?

OK, so there's a business component,
but it'll still be fun.

Marty, go easy on that stuff.

"Marty-party!" I can't take it on the plane

- with me...
- All I'm saying is... - Ease up, Bonne.

You're going shopping in Hong Kong...

Putting your feet up in Paris.

What do you want?

You can hook up with Ari and Elanie
while I get Chinese Jack back on side.

Ah, he's not still pissed off about being
cut out of the Brigadoon thing, is he?

I'll deal with it.

Brilliant!

You're all bloody going overseas.

We need Jack's cooperation if
we're gonna open up a UK market.

I thought that was why Andy was there for the day.

That's distribution Bonne, not supply.

Leave the business to me.

Fine! I'll just spend the money.

Hey, while the cat's away,

it might be holier to pay
Nancy Drew and her mates a visit

to persuade them to pull their
little...mousey heads in, eh?

A dead junkie's one thing.

But when it could've been someone you care about...

For us, the war on drugs had
just got very, bloody, personal.

You a big number?

Not as big as the numbers Mr. Johnstone's done on us.

Left us here to bloody rot.

We've had to get the bloody
Consulate to pay our fees home.

- He owes us money, Mr. Miller.
- You'll get paid.

I'll see to that.

And he guarantees top quality?

For that price, aye.

It's 90% pure.

You can cut it by 5% max,

increase your margin.

Yeah, sounds fair.

We want to run the first few batches
past our chemist before we distribute.

Fuck you, Freddie!

That's insulting to Marty AND me.

It's business.

Stuff's not up to scratch - is my balls on a plate.

And there's better places for his balls.

We test the product.

Loosen up, Jack.

We're saving our asses here.

OK? You happy with the sample?

Happy!? I'm ecstatic!

And I want you to be happy, too, old buddy.

Terry Clark, he treats you like a bloody employee

but he's just running out all
the names in distribution.

You and me, we're partners.

I want you to manage the Singapore
end of my business for a percentage.

We'll establish a legit company to the front,

keep the tax man happy.

We got a deal, or not?

Max!

We'll get these bastards.

Eh, Ben? Sure you will.

Fuck you, buddies. You got nothin'.

You're under arrest, arsehole.

Thought you were under the radar, did you?

We've been onto your nice, new car for weeks, mate.

Watch your head.

Mate!

Fuck him!

Fuck you!

I want my lawyer.

Now that's "stroke", so you gotta get him.

Don't tell me my bloody job, Majors.

Who fired the shots at the house?

Mickey Mouse.

We're talking attempted murder here.

You can talk all you like.

You can try your luck on the drug scene,

but you've got nothing on shots fired.

Who pointed you to Detective Derwent's house?

There were kids in there!

I haven't heard of any Detective Derwent.

Bullshit!

She was there when we searched the
Brigadoon. You threatened her before.

Detective Bracewell, you bloody idiot.

Seriously, little bitch.

"Bracewell". Why would he think that?

You'll be even more upset when I report...

Bracewell's my partner's name.

Max.

"Max Bracewell"?

Where did he get that from?

Carole, my office now.

- I'd like to stay here...
- Now!!

You're takin' some time off.

Go.

We know we've nothing on shots fired and so does he.

So, squeeze on this drug bust.

Start shutting this whole operation down.

And if he talks, he walks on the shooting.

If needs be...yes.

She's in his sights, Goose...

And he knows he's in ours
from now on, twerp,...back..off!

He knew what the pay-offs were 'fore we picked him up, Ben!

We can't let the charge go just
because you've got the hots for Carole.

Enough!

This drug bust can go away.

Just tell us about Johnstone and Andy Maher.

Their plans in Singapore.

Oh, yeah. So that's it.

You can shove it up your ass. I'm not a dog.

You're gonna push it on the drug thing, anyway.

Now, I want my lawyer.

If I'd known the attack on Carole was down to Pilborough,

it would have been that prick's blood on my knuckles,

not Majors'.

Calm down!

I'll calm down when Marty pays my boys!

You just said you paid them.

I did and when we went off to Australia,
the authorities confiscated their money.

They need reimbursement over there.

And I need repaying here.

Plus, I want the 30.000 he owes me as well.

Things are a bit tight.

"Tight" be buggered!

I've been around to his new digs.

Very, bloody, flesh.

And where's he?

- He's off overseas, partying!
- He's on business.

Well, as of now, he can transact
"his business" without my backing.

I'll organize my own, bloody, deals.

You what?

Our backsides are hanging out here.

We need that cash.

You owe me 30.000!

No, mate, you got it confused.

Deposited that money over a year ago.

Like fuck you did!

We need the cash!

Maybe you can arrange a bank loan or something.

- I can't help ya.
- You prick!

I won't forget this!

Marty!!

Marty!!

July '76.

Marty had entirely written himself off.

And his dash with Miller had only just begun.

You just missed Peter by a couple of days.

He wasn't happy, eh.

Says he's gonna be setting up some deals of his own.

And he's welcome.

I heard that Milltone's down at stash.

We need some more, ah, what'd call?

..."entities"...to cover the Singapore operation.

Here we go.

- "Betta Developments".
- With an "A",

and "Cross & Mercer".

Perfect fronts. "Import/export".

...and "money laundering".

So. Still no directorships, Ari?

I've seen the paperwork, is legit company,

why not?

Look like Singapore's going to swing.

Is long overdue, Marty - you moving into "H".

Number one China white, 87 to 93 percent pure.

Primo.

Tell 'em the rest.

I've set up an office in which
you can add departments.

In Singapore? What for?

He'll run the whole shebang from over there.

He feels too far away from our supply base.

And the cops they send us smell the "grass",

'stead of the roses.

I read in The Star they're training
sniffer dogs for airports, too, eh?

Plus, Singapore is more fun, eh?

We love 'er, hey, babe?

We sure do.

We found them.

- Where?
- Singapore.

Singapore?

All right. Now it's going to be
next to impossible to track them.

Or his operations....

We just start to see more a decent file on
this guy and he takes off by the sea.

Still "we"...

I thought you were out of that loop now, Carole.

It's "compassionate leave", Max, not a reassignment.

So you go back when the leave's up?

Last time, it was...

"they pulled their heads in", "they're
too cowardly to do anything".

For God's sake, Carole, wake up!

They shot at our house.

So, I just stop doing my job?

These people are better organized and
better bloody funded than the police are.

They're funded on the back of people's misery.

- I didn't ask for your opinion, Ben.
- Max!

Excuse me for being more interested in my
kids' happiness than some drug addict's misery.

You got a bag? You end up just one more casualty.

These people aren't only vicious, greedy predators,

they're killers!

And I'm not having my family in their gun sights.

Mmmyeah, I like the color, but I was
thinking

- that you could have gold ***...
- ***. ***?

They say they don't have enough.

Well, if they can't make their quota,
we'll go with another supplier.

- Yeah.
- While it was business as usual for Marty in Singapore,

the investigation at the Auckland
"Star" had moved up a gear.

The chase was on.

"Pat Booth".

I know who you are.

Is Easby still on that syndicate thing, is he?

I'm not here to give YOU information.

You told Josh you wanted to meet.

Ding Bell said he might be
able to help me with something.

And I turn up instead.

We're working together on a story
at the moment. Is that a problem?

One journalist is the same as another, I suppose.

Yeah. Well, don't tell my editor that.

So, what'd you want? Stir up your bosses again?

Your papers' been across that Peter Miller thing.

What a fiasco.

Skips bail,

steals his drugs back from a government facility,

scrambles to Bangkok,

gets caught, and deported back to Perth,

which...he was running away from in the first place.

And where he gets arrested again.

It's what us journalists call a thumbnail.

I got a call from an Aussie contact.

So, you're off to interview Miller, I hear.

Yeah, and Lampshire.

And?

Look, we need to talk to them as well, but

we can't squeeze out the funding to get over there.

If we even make an overseas phone
call it comes out of our own pockets.

Well, what'd you want me to do about it?

Advertise the thing. Make a song and dance about it.

Well, that might be possible.

But if I scratch your back...

I'll attend to yours,

as things evolve.

Like Skinner did with Josh.

And even though he seemed to
know more than you do. Sooner.

McKenzie!

It worked - we got the money.

You're not getting any promises in writing,

you're not getting any immunity from prosecution.

We do this my way, or not at all.

Well, you can go back to New Zealand, then.

Hey, dickhead, think about it.

You finish your stint in this
little funhouse, what happens then?

You'll be deported.

Yeah. Back to New Zealand. So?

So who do you think gonna be waitin'
for you when you get off the plane?

Either you join us or you're again' us.

And what if I'm " again' " you?

Then the second you step off that plane,

then you'll be arrested for "the Brigadoon
Affair". And that's a promise.

What'd you wanna know?

The syndicate, all you ever wanted, in 40 pages.

Beautiful!

***. Back on deck now, are you?

What've you got there?

Grist in our mill, darling.

Grist in our...very slowly grinding...bloody mill.

Except their lawyers will say

it's the "vindictive ramblings"

of a "disenchanted former employee".

Come on..."optimism"!

One win, one tiny little win. I'll pay cash.

Not bloody good enough.

It's the same quality as always.

I mean the delivery schedule.

A week late is not bloody good enough.

We had a problem with the courier.

Yeah, I heard.

Seems to me your problems travel
further up the fuckin' line, Andy.

Barb Patriculus, beautiful.

And this is just a snapshot.

You should see the warehouse.

We run everything from there.

Import, export.

Look at this. Angelfish!

Pterophyllum scalare.

Breeder.

Fuckin' gorgeous.

I've established a new entity.

"Cross & Mercer". We move

pots, antiques, artifacts, whatever.

You sunset the Aussie market, run the Sydney office.

You will be a fuckin' tycoon, like me.

You can't keep on like this.

Did I tell you...I flew the Concorde?

It's a fuckin' bastard!

You know how much it costs?

I know how much it's GOING to cost you.

Everything!

It's got ***!

Ah, Mom and dad did say hello.

Yeah, mum - I belive,

dad - hello, Scott - F-U-C-K off.

Too many screw-ups, Marty.

- People not getting their dues,
shipments running late... - Jack!!!

My brother, Stephen.

He gonna run "Cross & Mercer - Sydney".

You're letting things slip again?

Get on your knees and scrape it up.

Jack's my Singapore manager.

"Partner".

He's a worrier.

Go on. Are you happier with the smack now?

Oh, I don't do smack.

Ok, that's........

Platinum marijuana, it's a mutant.

Virtually no color in its body.

Only one in Singapore. Worth up to 20.000.

One day...

I'm just going to sell fish and animals.

Bugger the rest.

"Smack", "coke" - is all a slippery bloody
slope and you need to stop this slide.

Get your hands off me!

Let go!

Bad time?

What's the baby's name, again?

Jarrett.

Nice of Bonnie to show Marie around.

Not a social call though, Terry.

He needs pulling into line.

He's lazy...

unreliabie...

and he's making people angry.

You got to pay the Miller's back
up over that 30.000.

And the way that you treated the Lampshires...

Miller got his bloody money.

And the Lampshires were fuck-ups from the word "Go".

"You annoy the monkeys and they
spit your peanuts back at ya".

I heard Miller's been talking...

in jail.

Do I look worried? No.

I'm just annoyed.

It's costs me.

Looking after Sonja.

I'll reimburse you...

AS a gesture.

I've got other concerns, too.

You're shipping stuff by sea, for instance.

OK, OK! Just shut up and listen!

To start with, as far as I'm concerned,
you're an adjunct to the syndicate.

You went out, on your own, moved
on to heroin against my orders.

Then we came up with an agreement

and now you ship Chinese White by yourself.

Yes! The UK's my territory and we share New Zealand.

But what I do with my boats is my business!

They're assets. Look, I have other uses for them.

Planes are more reliable.

You can fit more heroin in a bloody boat

than you can fit into a fuckin'
suitcase! End of discussion!!

You wanna talk business? We can do that.

I'm happy to discuss the blind territories.

I wanna rethink my situation in New Zealand.

I wanna corner supply to the biggest wholesaler there.

You gonna cut Marty out of that market?

That's the plan now, yes.

- Problem?
- No problem.

***. We've got Austral-asia and the UK under wraps.

UK could be a stepping stone to Europe.

I've already got some ideas about the States.

"Cocaine".

OK. Europe's mine. You can have the US.

I don't like Yanks very much anyway.

You make Ari an offer.

And he works for me in New Zealand...exclusively.

We'll call it a first step.

Where does Andy Maher sit in all this?

Him and Johnstone are friends.

Andy doesn't need to know anything, yeh?

He's in England.

And when he does need to find out...

he won't object.

Make...Ari...the...offer.

Ari, apparently, was happy to join the party.

While back in Sing-ers,

Marty was making his own moves.

What you wanted?

Near a half of my bloody vessel.

Cheer up, mate. Look at the positives.

You either leave her sitting
there - waiting to be repaired,

or I pay for the repairs and you float your boat.

Not a plenty worth here.

Don't worry. Maybe, even a new toy to play with.

I get all the information in the newspapers, you see.....and, aaah...

Kiwi government calling for tenders.

Confiscated fishing boat, Taiwanese.

Onassis, move over!

- Sure about this tip-off?
- Sure as I can be.

You did good on the Miller thing.

Farrah seems very impressed.

At least now we know we were right
about who and what we're dealing with.

Just need more on the "how".

How's Max "de facto"?

He and the kids are staying at his parents for a bit.

I'm back at the house.

- I'm sorry.
- Not now, Ben.

Looks like your tip-off was good.

We're after passports, paperwork,
anything like that, OK?

Ah, three aliases:

"Gary Michael Peters",

"Brian Mark Davis"

and "Murray Joseph Francis".

Also, ah, interesting to note Sale's Agreement.

We have the sworn statement from Miller,

we have details on Johnstone's Singapore base.

We know he's behind half the drugs in this country

and the government knows it, too.

And how do you work THAT out?

OK. Look in the papers.

They sold back that fishing
boat to its original owners,

even though Marty Johnstone puts
in the highest tender by a mile.

They must know his money's dirty.

But, they still won't give us the teeth to bite him,

money to go to Singapore and get the goods on him.

Good trip, sir?

Socially, yes.

Business-wise? Some you win, some you lose.

Money to go to Australia,

and Asia, Europe.

We need more people to work this case!

- Have a good flight.
- I will.

I have been shot at...

threatened...

And given as good as you've got.

Chesterfield's is on my case

because someone in the unit's

been feeding nonsense to the papers.

And it stops now!

Any more press involvement is

gonna result in an internal inquiry...

and dismissals!

Do you understand!

I'm not giving you any more.

Suit yourself.

Detective Derwent...

You people tried to kill her!

Nah... We just frightened her.

You want the shit, or not?

They've got your bosses, mate.
Marty Johnstone, under serveillance.

- Things are gonna hot up.
- Yeh?

Maybe I'll take a little holiday in Oz, eh?

Visit "Diamond" Jim and Greg.

Anything else?

They searched Johnstone's baggage.

They got names...boats, companies.

He shouldn't come back here.

Pilsborough didn't know it...

but he'd just driven a big nail

into what was going to become Marty Johnstone's coffin.

And as it turned out...his own.

It's you!!......It's you, you prick!...you're the leak.

Did you give 'em Carole's address as well?

Let me go, you prick!

Did you?

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

Majors. I saw you...

You're a bloody idiot.

You know I used to work undercover, Huh?

I'm in with these people!

I kept my face out of the op

so I can work them, huh?

I'm trying to get information,

not fucking give it.

Now let me...go.

Kids could have been killed in there.

She's falling apart...

That's because she's married to the job,

bro, just like the fucking rest of us.

Yeah.

You wanna come in for a beer...and an apology?

I'm sorry.

The others are at the pub, I'll go and see them.

Glad you came for that drink, after all.

- Hi.
- Shit!

Sorry.

Jesus, scared the crap out of me.

Don't feel safe in your own home, heh?

So, are you...

back? Or...

- Where are the kids?
- They're still at mom and dad's.

Dad's offered me and the kids his bach up at Opua.

I'm thinking of taking him up on it.

Enrolling them in school up there.

I can work from there as well as anywhere, and...

you could come up whenever.

This isn't about the kids' safety.

This is about you and me.

This is separation.

I don't know what it is, Carole.

I'm today, shit...

I'm still here talking to you, aren't I?

Great...

Just "screw the crew".

Take some time.

Think about it.

Clive Pilsborough...

was screwed as well.

For his kids.

He's divorced.

I didn't know that.

Autopsy said he'd been on drugs for ages.

As us undercover ops say: "you lie
down with dogs, you get fleas".

This one bit him to death.......bloody waste.

It's a bloody wake-up call.

I knew there was more to it than "Goose" thought.

But there didn't seem to be too much
point putting a finger on Pilsborough.

He'd passed his own judgement on himself.

My contact's Malaysian.

You don't need names.

He'll give you other half of this note:

the Chinese skipper at the delivery boat.

And he gives me that half back.

Which'll mean everything's kosher.

- I meet him at these coordinates.
- Right.

You take on the 19x "4-gallon" cans of kerosene,

then you meet the other boat
at the 2nd set of coordinates.

You're crazy. This is a crazy plan.

Shut up, Jack. It's a great bloody plan.

Stevie, mate, you got that consignment of pottery organized?

Yes, it's all set to be picked up.

- Ok, mate. Thanks, it's great.
- Right.

See, that's your cover:

"A consignment of pots across Amusia".

Once you get to the 2nd
rendezvous point, you cable me.

I'll send the pickup boat to take
on the 6 marked cans of heroin.

"Konpira Maru" carries on to Sydney
with his pots, clean as a whistle.

Marty hadn't exactly gone crazy,

he'd just started to believe his own wild dreams.

And he was feeding those dreams with his own product.

Good day, Detective Appleby.

Detective Wainwright, from Auckland.

"Konpira Maru",

"15". OK.

Out of Singapore?

Where'd you guys get this information?

What'd you want to know?

So, the Australian Federal Police

started to keep a very close eye on the "Konpira Maru".

Deja, fuckin', vu!

It's put into Wewack for repairs.

Ditched the cans on some bloody island.

Deja, fuckin', vu!!

Bloody Kiwis!

Can't fly, can't do fuck all!

Well, "up yours" as well, copper.

Yes.

Sheridan put into Wewack,

"Operation Tuna" gave PNG Customs a heads-up.

- They did a "thorough search".
- Shit!

Hey, careful with the "high-tech equipment".

Our intelligence was good, I know it was.

It was not, bloody, good-enough.

- Shit!
- Fuuuck!!!

- Marty!
- Screw-up! Fuckin' mess!!

He was right.

He always said I'll never amount
to anything, and he was bloody right.

Bloody dad!

And he got what he wanted, didn't he?

Put me in my place.

And I suppose it's my fault, is it?

Is it?

No, it's not.

You're only as good as the people you employ.

And I am surrounded by fuckwits!

They're idiots!

You done?!

I'll smash them all if I want to.

I'll smash everything.

It's been cleared by customs in Fiji.

The engine is fixed!

Says you'll pick up the cans
and head to the rendevous point.

What cans?

Get a bowl.

Save that fuckin' fish.

If it dies - you'll pay for it.

All I'm saying...is keep tracking it.

They offload and onload. We still think
they're going to make another drop.

Yeah? Where, Sherlock?

We don't know. Off your coast?

Mate, this is Australia.

Not your bloody island, there's a lot of bloody coast.

And they're shipping a lot of bloody drugs, believe me.

See what I can do.

If that was international phone
call, it will come out of your pocket.

I have to go!

I...have..a life.

Well...I think, I still have "a life".

Ah, we're still tracking the
boat and there's two...

We have been tracking that bloody boat for days,

you can rack up all the "time in lieu" you like, Goose.

Think anyone upstairs cares?

The only people who care are
these bastards we're NOT catching.

Hey.

Doesn't matter who cares or not. We still have to.

Leave it.

What's the point?

Just, bloody, leave it, will ya?

Ben's "screwing the crew".

Everyone's talking about it.

I've enrolled the kids up at Opua.

I'll be moving up to the bach.

- Just like that?
- It's not "just like that", Carole.

You've had weeks to make a decision.

I have to make one of my own.

This is not a choice that I'm making, Max.

I want our kids to grow up in a safe country...

- I know...
- ...and I want...

what you're trying to do.

I just don't see why it has to be at the expense of...

everything.

You know where to find us.

[IN POSITION. AWAIT FRIENDS.]
[JC.]

Oh..cheers, mate!

Get on the radio. Send another cable.

"Where are our friends?"

For fuck's sake!

Shit!

- Charlton.
- Morning.

Ah, you sleeped-in, did ya?

Oh, they did?

That's fantastic.

Can you, ah...

give me your coast guard's number.

Yeah, OK. Yeah, I'll wait.

Oh, and hey...

thanks for the call, mate.

The air wing spotted the Compira dragging a sea anchor.

Must be waiting for some kind of rendezvous.

Aussie coast guard are on their way.

Bloody cheeky!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

When did the cables come?

Should tell you on...

To me. Who brought them up?

Jack said that Bonnie.

Yes, I want to send a return cable!

By a ship's radio.

Yes, I'm looking for the frequency now.

Where is she?

Bonnie? I don't know. I can't find her.

So, go and find her.

This came...from Sheridan.

A $1.000.000.

Over a $1.000.000...

He's dumped the cans.

The coast guard were paying too
much attention. He's dumped 'em.

We can salvage them, can't we?

If the coast guard don't...first.

Marty was out hundreds of thousands of dollars.

To say nothing of the 1.000.000 he didn't make.

Hello?

Another nail in the coffin.

And the coffin poised on the edge of a hole

he'd dug all by himself.

How much will you get for the pots?

They were tracked into Sydney. Did a full search.

Came up empty, again.

- Just pots.
- Shit!

Yeah, that's what we said. Amongst other things.

So, mate.

Next time you have some hard information,

Maybe check it out before you give us a call.

- OK?
- Look...

We may have caught our share of shit

from the Aussies,

but it was nothing compared to the shit Marty was in.

He'd been even more shattered
if he'd known Chinese Jack

passed on Compira's rendezvous

coordinates to Terry's new associates in Australia:

Greg Ollard & "Diamond" Jim.

How you enjoying working for Terry, Jim?

It's mister Shepherd to you

and it's "with", not "for".

I reckon you'll find he's a generous employer.

He can afford to be.

All this bloody smack!

For free!!

Hey.

It's OK.

We'll get another shot at them.

Uh-huh.

Max is leaving.

With the kids.

Fuck!

Rosy.

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