All language subtitles for Underbelly Land Of The Long Green Cloud s01e06 Thirty of Silver.eng

That's where you fall down, Marty.

There's no such thing as mates.

Not in this game.

You'll get your cut and your money back.

I better.

What's this?

Money.

The rest. 250.000.

My smack!

Those bloody Thai bastards double-crossed me.

All my money.

For a pile of sugar!

We're gonna need to cut this sample to buggery.

Are you fucking crazy?

This is supposed to be ultra-primo.

And 10kgs, not 1.

Go away! Do what I tell you, Andy.

- It wasn't Marty's fault...
- Do you think I sent

Freddie there to pass the time or pass on instructions?

See, the UK is mine now.

It can be yours, too, if you want.

Your bridges, old son, are burned.

And I'll rebuild them by selling Marty down the river?

I've told you "no".

I won't do it.

So, you go down with him.

It's your choice. All yours.

Oh, yeah. The body count was way up.

And it looked like Marty was next in line.

Marty!

Angel.

- You bring the money?
- Of course.

Are you OK?

Bit of a glitch, babe. I'm sorting it out.

It'll be fine.

You got balls staying here.

If it was me, I'd be "sayonara, arrivederci".

Multi-lingual, are we, mate?

Do you understand the meaning of
"where are my bloody Buddha sticks?"?

Big step backwards to maryjane.

I don't need a critique.

I need to play, dog.

With your money,

you could buy, say...

20.000 sticks.

You got to be kidding me.

Best I can do.

OK. OK.

3.000 sticks.

What's this?

It's half. Half now, half on delivery.

I've been ripped off by those bastards once already.

Gary Majors would have been better off staying in Oz.

He was trying to get back there when we picked him up.

Hello, Gary.

Fuck off!

Settle down.

Behave yourself.

Still haven't learned, have I?

You're digging your grave deeper.

Yeah, sure.

As far as we were concerned,

he was a suspect in the Wilson murders

across the ditch.

And we were going to squeeze him...hard!

You holding your breath?

Come on, we got a shot at him.

We have 3/5ths of bugger all.

She was right, of course.

We squoze,

but he made bail anyway.

And he got his chance to state
his case in the papers, too.

It's like...You know, I had nothing
to do with the Wilson murders.

I didn't even know about the death of Greg Ollard.

I have no knowledge of any other murders or...

or drug dealing, in this case, you know.

Yes, a violance is the...

first resort of the stupid.

So...you know...the victims have my sympathies.

Ours, too.

But, in spite of all the arrests,

there were more bodies landing on the slab every day.

A slab built out of #1-grade heroin.

But Marty was out of that game, for now.

He was chasing his ass around Asia,

trying to score Buddha sticks again.

I've never been so scared in my life.

You forget they carry guns here.

Singapore cops,

not exactly friendly British bobby, are they.

No!

We're though now, angel.

It's done.

Back in business.

Andy thinks he's got a buyer in New Zealand,

Andy "had a buyer in New Zealand"
for just a few thousand Thai sticks?

How the mighty had fallen.

I'm sayin' prayers for you on this one, mate.

Big risk for peanuts.

Good.

We need it.

Case is on the gear again.

We started off on peanuts before, hey Charlie Brown?

Ooooh, a gentleman.

See that, Andy? That's called "manners".

This is your other buyer?

You want to move fast - Ari's on the ground here.

So I come over, pull a couple of favors...

Ari's not gonna do us any favors, believe me.

I won't be needing you anymore.

That's where you're wrong.

I was the one employing you.

Martyyyy!

Andyyy!

Oh, and gorgeous.

Julie.

How are you.

Nice to meet you, darling.

We OK to talk business in
front of your little lady, here?

Jules, why don't you get us a round.

Mine's cognac.

She's cool, you know.

I'd imagine she's pretty "hot".

So...Ari...

The New Zealand shipment?

Down to business.

You haven't continued off-loading here.

In Singapore?

We'd be lucky to get back what we paid.

So...what have you got to offer?

Not a lot, unfortunately, eh?

I...been making some inquiries on your behalf, but...

It's really down to shipping opportunities.

Those dogs they got running around airports, they
can be a real nuisance, especially with pot.

So, for sticks, it's back to the shipping lanes.

I heard of a boat called the "Ned Lloyd", but...

it could take a while.

And, ah...Andy here says you want
to shift this stuff rapido.

I don't want to hang around too long.

We'll risk the dogs, I reckon.

At a bigger airport.

I could take some sticks back to UK,

see how they go.

Oh, it'll go...it's top grade - primo.

Bloody hell.

Shit!

It's OK.

I don't know how all this import/export business works.

Things're really bad?

Put it this way:

Your $6.000.000-man...

just lost 5 and a half.

Yeah, it's bad.

So, this...

it doesn't happen to me.

You're on the next plane out of here, then?

I'm not going anywhere.

But Marty was...even if he didn't know it yet.

Terry Clark was pushing Andy

to lure his mate away from his safe haven of Singapore.

The first step was to get him

interested in a major deal in...

Scotland.

Aye...It's a great market, especially
Glasgow. Betting a safest border.

- It's still on through Heathrow, though.
- Yeah. Of course.

OK. You're on.

Good.

Andy was getting a team together, for sure.

but they weren't your average couriers.

Aye.

Billy Kirby just about had an underworld

patent on false-bottom suitcases.

And Jimmy Smith was a Kelton lad.

Kelton made the Goebbels look
like Miss Brody's sunday school.

Get those dirty feet here off my couch, Jimmy Smith.

Sorry, hen. Did you get cod?

Don't know what it is, it's fish. Yeah?

Not that wee Jimmy would know what sunday school was.

So...how come we're doing this?

Isn't Marty supposed to be your mate?

Leave it, Billy.

Mate or not, he's fucked up, big time.

- And more than once...
- Aye.

Yeah? Andy's got...people unpaid.

Couriers on the missin' list. His
UK reputation's down the shitter.

People on three continents howling for blood.

Looks like they're going to get it.

That's fucking dreadful. Where'd you get that?

For Christ's sake, Jimmy!

Bleeding Ritz's dining room. Where do you think?

Come on, Billy. We can get something decent on the pub,

if we shake it before they close the hatch.

- We done here?
- Aye. I'll call you when we're to go.

Bring everything around here when you're done.

And make sure you spread the purchases around.

Yeah, yeah.

We can kill a chippie on the way to greasy shite.

Let's go then.

He's a bloody pick, that cousin of yours.

He's right...

it's disgusting.

No, you're feeling queasy for other reasons.

"He that was called Judas...

went before them and drew near onto Jesus to kiss him".

It's funny, the things you remember.

"Under Singapore's extradition act of '68,

it appears that the minister does have discretion

to vary the 3rd schedule,

namely, territories with which
extradition arrangements pertain."

And you got that opinion off your own bid, did you?

Yes. And at my own cost.

And did your international law friend
tell you that it's never been done?

That Singapore's only extradition
arrangements are with Hong Kong.

Penny for your thoughts.

Just thinking about this new textbook.

You mean drug run.

They've told me about the business.

Andy's got the couriers all set up.

Be out of the woods, then.

Back on the champagne, eh?

We can make names for ourselves in this town.

We'll be somebodies.

It was all a big adventure at first.

A game.

And give the cops a runaround.

And people like "Diamond" Jim.

Boys.

Old-school bastards.

We figured we'd show them how fresh we were.

Get it real tight.

Greg?

I'm not stupid.

I know where it'll turn to shit.

How about this...for the captain.

How'd we go?

Solicitor General's on our side, but
he can't really see it happening.

I reackon we've got a better shot

if we get on a plane to Singer's ourselves

and invite the prick back for a holiday.

This is stuffed.

No.

It's all falling apart for these pricks.

I reckon we'll have this all wrapped up by Christmas.

Marty wouldn't have agreed.

New staff.

Won't happen again.

You know what I'm going to do, Jules?

Deal in fish, birds, exotic pets, pots, furniture.

Okay. And just a bit of smack for the
***, keep the bubbles in their champagne.

Staff,

needs to be paid.

They know I'll give them money.

Talk to them.

Wages are only temporarily deferred
until we fix our cash flow.

And?

A couple of weeks, tops.

We're all organized in the UK again.

OK.

Good.

Now the kids really like it up here.

The beach, school.

It's lovely, but

my job is in Auckland, Max.

Mine's whereever I want it to be...

and need it to be.

- I'm asking you to think about it.
- Why do you have to do this?

- I'm just asking you to think about...
- I come up here to get away from the pressure.

Really?

I thought you came up here to be with your family...

- Oh, you know what I mean!
- And now this.

The cops are your family as well, right?

Especially Ben.

Not even gonna deny it?

While Marty was waiting for
the deal to fall into place,

Andy was treading water.

Hoping it'll all go away.

But Marty was right on the edge.

And he couldn't wait any longer.

Shit!

Yeah?

That was quick. You up.

Yeah.

So's little Marti now.

Ah, sorry.

What time is it over there?

You still can't work it out?

It's late.

Just got to see how things were
going. Hadn't heard anything.

I'ts cause there's a snag.

What?

Nothing we can't square out with the guy in Glasgow.

He wants a face-to-face to discuss details.

So get your wee bum to Glasgae.

Not with me.

- With you.
- What?

So, I have to shift my ass
all the way over there and...

I know, it's a pain. I know.

So give him an earful. I got a sweetener.

To put a major advance on the next shipment

if you can persuade this numbnuts of a few simple facts.

How much of an advance?

50%.

There's some interest in "H" down the track, too.

OK.

But I'm bringing Julie. She can visit her ma.

Fair enough.

And I get reimbursed for the
fucking tickets - their dime, Andy.

I'll make sure they understand.

I'll call you with flight details.

Anything happens while I'm away,

I want to know about it.

Any screwups...down to you, OK?

Have a good trip, mate.

Safety filed off.

Serial numbers, too.

Alright, mate.

Where the hell did you get that?

Don't worry about it.

It's going up to Andy.

How?

Sinclair's got it covered.

You are my chauffeur?

He's got a bloody chauffer?

Uh-huh. And the chauffeur's got a bloody daughter.

Sweet young thing.

Butter wouldn't melt.

What's up?

It's Terry.

Who did you think was gonna do it?

He wants me to do that.

Like it's a fuckin' test or something.

I can't do it, Deb.

Andy,

Marti's asleep in her cot.

She needs to be safe. So do I.

I know that.

I know.

You get through this...

and you just think what it means.

We'll all be fine.

We'll...take off to Singapore.

Have a good time.

You deserve it.

Yeah, what about Chinese Jack?

What's he gonna do to us?

You've carried Marty for too long,

You've fixed things up too many times.

It's all done to shit, Andy.

She was a mother.

She'd do anything to protect her child.

Bottled'd be fine.

I'm a glass man. Here you go.

It's a lovely spot.

Yeah...quiet.

No one's fired bullets at the house in ages.

Carole's been pretty quiet, too. I won...

It seems to me, Ben,

you take a pretty personal interest in her well-being.

And driving all the way up here on your day off,

sitting outside our place in your car

after a little run-in with your drug dealer friend.

The answer to the question that you're asking is "no".

There's nothing going on.

I'm sorry. I, ah... You're drunk.

She loves those kids...

and you...

more than anything.

Not more than the job, though.

You have to understand, it's not about you...

or the kids.

It's about the job

being so consuming.

It's like a bloody disease, Max.

And believe me, she really wishes she didn't have it.

As soon as we shut this thing
down, you need to be there.

***, eh?

Welcome!

When they finally got to England,

all Marty and Julie had

between them was �200.

Drink up.

Not that you could tell.

Your mom's so excited about seeing you.

We'll go over tomorrow.

Oh, we got to go back into London tomorrow.

Business, right?

Yeah.

They got business in Glasgow?

He's promised me a night in a flash London hotel.

Oh?

Might want to sort some stuff out with
Leila and Freddie before we head north, so.

There's nothing to sort out.

What're you doing here?

Haven't you told him?

No, I've...

Told me what?

Too many fuckups.

Too much blood under the bridge.
We're done dealing with you.

Look! I know there's been problems.

We're dealing with some tough nuts

in Asia, but I'm putting new
security measures in place.

That right?

Yes!

Now, we've got a major deal going down in Glasgow.

Once that's cleared away,

it's back to the main game

and I'll increase your cut by 5%.

You can't play fairer than that.

5% of frequently "sod all" IS "sod all".

Tell him.

I don't think we can do business anymore, Marty.

Let's just forget this whole Glasgow
thing. Just...Just let it go.

No, bloody, way! I am set to go.

I'm...I'm getting out anyway. I'm done.

I got a baby to think about.

That's what he said?

And why didn't he tell me before?

Leave me hanging out to dry like that.

Well, he hasn't pulled out.

No, I've done some persuading, but he

still reckons this is his last deal.

If he decided to quit, why didn't he tell me?

Well...

at least I got some shoppin' in.

Good day!

This is nice.

Do you know how long we've been partners?

Over 5 years.

He can't be done & finished just like that

If Marty knew what was to come...

he might have let Julie blow everything

on the shopping.

And if I'd known how pissed off Carole was gonna be,

I might have pulled my head in.

You had no, bloody, right!

Maybe not.

My family is my business.

I guess I just got tired of seeing
you stressed out and miserable.

If it starts affecting my work, fine,

feel free to say something. Otherwise, butt out!

Need an icepack for the goanies?

She'll be alright.

She's one of those
when-does-friendly-concern-become-interferring moments.

"And the loyal dog get kicked
the hardest", Confucius say.

You heard about that extradition thing yet?

Yes, the Solicitor General did his
best, but it's not going to happen.

What'd you expect?

I expect to go out and get pissed.

There is one other possibility.

It's a bit more than loose change,

but I reckon if one of us was to
take a short holiday to Singapore

we might be able to stir things
up there with our colleagues...

No, Ben. Not gonna happen.

If they want to give that prick a free run, fine.

Done everything we can.

- Say hello to your mum for me.
- OK.

I love you.

Yeah?

Me, too.

I love you.

Come on, you pair.

You set a night of passion, didn't you?

Can I get a kiss?

I mean a real one.

I'll call you from Glasgow, hon.

Funny how that's weird.

Gonna miss you.

Must be lovely.

We off?

Soon. Just waiting on a spare for the Jag.

My cousin's bringing it over.

Alright. I'll speak with your dad.

Things are coming to a head at work.

Here, too, huh?

You mean because of what Ben said.

I don't know, you tell me.

Jimmy...Smith.

So you're athe Scottish connection, are you?

Aye, something like that.

So, what's the problem with the deal up there?

- Well...
- We can talk about it in Glasgow.

No point in sackin' on info.

- Hey, Jimmy?
- Guess not.

Just a foot soldier, eh?...a week-rent.

We all set, then?

Let's hit the road.

I'll ride in the back. I know me place.

This one got the markets.

Um. Lovely.

They're gorgeous.

You ok, buddy?

Seem a bit strung out.

Yeah, it's just...

Baby Marti.

- Yeah.
- Not getting my sleep, you know.

You OK?

- Yep?
- Got bit'f headache.

You alright?

Just a bit tired...

Don't know these roads too well.

Want to drive for a bit?

Sure.

Where am I to go?

Anyway,

Jag...it's where the magic happens, mate.

Got one do ya?

In Singapore, yeah.

Marty party's big time...

Give another!

Andy!...Give'em another!

Andy!!

For fuck's sake!

Shit!

Shit!

Jesus.

Oh, what?

Jesus. Make him stop.

Shit!

Stop your fucking grievin'!

If you'd picked a more sensible place to
do him, we could've been back by now!

- He's breathing...
- He's fuckin' dead. Now, we're exposed here... Get him in the fuckin' car.

Go! Fuckin' go!

Fuck's sake!

Hello?

Is it Marty?

It's me.

- Is she onto us or...?
- No, no.

Tell her Marty's in a meeting. It's gonna be late.

Let me talk to him.

It's Andy. Marty's in a meeting.
He'll call you tomorrow.

Everything goin' to plan?

Just make sure she's asleep.

I'll be back soon.

Finish things.

Guts.

We want him to sink like a turd.

Don't bob up like a fuckin' apple.

There's limits, man. I'm not a fuckin' dentist.

You're still my best friend, choochy faaace.

Best mates. Always will be, right...right?

Moderation in all things, Andrew, my son.

What idiots we are.

How heavy was that?

No ***, eh?

Don't forget your money.

Aye.

4000. Night's work. Not bad.

A flooded quarry called Eccleston Delph...

seemed like an ideal spot to get rid of the body.

A couple of days later...

and Deb had whisked Julie away

to sunny Benadorne

to soak up the Spanish rays.

Maher had phoned, en route to chilly Scotland,

to tell them Marty had been
called to New York on business.

He also called his new boss

to tell him the business was done.

Good.

- No problems?
- No.

Even better.

- Bring me a souvenir.
- What?

You use your imagination.

You kept his rings, right?

- Marty's.
- Aye.

Prick'll have to be satisfied with them, then.

Go.

Morning.

You're early.

Just got back from Opua.

Peace offering.

- How'd it go?
- Hmm.

Yeah, we brokered a kind of agreement.

Once this is all wrapped up, I'm...

gonna spend some time up there.

Sounds like an idea.

Yeah.

I wonder whose.

From that point on, things moved pretty fast.

Andy had taken off for Singapore
to tie up any loose ends when...

young Jeffrey Ashcroft's SCUBA training dive

turned very nasty.

Seems Marty's body had too many ropes.

One of them had caught on a pipe.

He may not have bobbed up like an apple,

but he hadn't sunk like a turd, either.

I understand it to be an adult male...

Then, Julie finally read the newspaper.

The handless, ravaged corpse that had
been dragged dripping from the delph,

was the subject of a major murder
enquiry in Chorley, Lancashire...

and also international news.

What has he done?

- What's Andy done?
- Nothing. - Look...Deb.

Nothing, Jules.

Deb.

- Deb.
- It's nothin'.

You tell me what he's done. Or...

I'll call right inside

and I'll start calling to England

right now and I'll start asking

someone who will tell me.

It's Marty... Isn't it.

He's dead... Isn't he?

Well, just tell me.

Julie's asking questions. She knows.

So convince her she's wrong.

I'll phone Jimmy, tell him to disappear the Jag.

You didn't do that already?

I've been a BIT fuckin' busy here, Deb.

Burn.

Do it proper.

I did this for us!

She says she's going back and she'll talk.

So persuade her different.

I'm here, you're there. Handle it!

Give her some money, whatever it takes.

She LOVES him!

You said: "a cow from work".

She really loves him.

Damn you!

Deb's conscience eventually got the better of her.

She told Julie the truth.

- Fuck!
All of it.

What're you staring at?

Burn these files, everything.

Little fishes now.

Little...dead...fishes.

Fuck you, Jack.

We're wiping this slate clean.

I'm running things now.

I'm Terry's main man here.

You ask him, he'll tell you that that's me.

You go back to England now.

Sounds like your woman needs you there.

And here...

you are nothing.

You alright, love?

Yes.

Is this your boyfriend?

Around his neck.

Aye.

He was wearing that.

We've left it...

in situ.

That's him.

We need you to say his name, love.

It's Marty...Johnstone.

'Be right.

OK. There's good news...

and there's bad news.

Yeah? We got a new box for detectives?

No way! Shifts!

Ah, better.

The good news is Command has
approved a trip to Singapore.

Far out.

And the "bad news".

Marty Johnstone's not there.

He's been murdered...

in England.

Well, that's one way of ducking an investigation.

Get yourself bumped off.

Well, we can finally print his name, I guess.

Well, it's a pity he's dead.

I would have loved for him to see it.

"Mr. Asia - Christopher Martin Johnstone".

- You fuckin' killed him, didn't ya?
- I never killed him!

I almost died myself...with shock.

Who did kill him, then?

Andy.

How did he do it?

He shot him...in the head.

From the beginning.

Andy had to kill Marty

or else he might have been next.

He'd kill me...if he could hear me now.

Andy gave up Alexander Sinclair,

who'd be arrested and charged with conspiracy.

And then, once we weighed in,

a whole lot of other things, as well.

You must be gutted.

You finally get your ducks in
a row and get closer to Marty,

and this "Alexander Sinclair" bloke bumps him.

Before you can snap him up... Quack, quack.

You said you wanted to, quote:,
"draw my attention to something".

You don't mind if I quote you, do you?

The house, up the beach in Opua...

you were right.

Qualifies for confiscation under
the Proceeds of Crime legislation.

It belongs to Terry Clark.

I told you that...so?

So, why don't you check out the paperwork again?

And check out "Alexander Sinclair"'s other aliases.

You mean like "Seamon Harry"?

Same as on the paperwork.

Terry Clark's wife's name.

We already put that together.

"Alexander Sinclair" is Terry Clark.

You think Command will authorize an
international phone call for this one?

Oh, to tell the Poms they have in their custody not

just a murderer,

but a multi-murderer and an international drug dealer?

I sincerely hope so.

Chalk one up for the good guys.

Way to go.

- Congrats, mate.
- You, too.

He told the Poms?

And they're very grateful.

It's a real coup for the task force.

So, of course, Command want a bite of the cherry.

I've been ordered to fly over to England...

to assist with the enquiry.

Got you, at least.

You could call this "strange irony", I suppose.

In ripping off the organization,
Marty had signed his own death warrant.

And in doing that, he signed Terry Clark's as well.

Where Greg Ollard, mate?

Where'd you put Greg Ollard's body.
Where'd you put Julie Fieldman's body?

The long-life symbol

on the chain around his neck

was a key element in Marty Johnstone's identification.

Andy's evidence was a key
element in Terry's conviction,

served up, perhaps, with just a pinch of revenge.

The old saying applied to them both.

"With friends like that...who needs enemies?"

Terry went down for conspiracy in Marty's murder

and died in jail in August 1983,

supposedly of a heart attack.

None of us believed that's the way it went down.

But who knows?

Carole moved to Opua to be with Max,

and they soon ditched the "de facto" tag.

She joined CI out there.

Still the odd bit of excitement, but

all close to home.

The kids needed their mum.

This was a coming-of-age story.

It was also a story about betrayal

and about loyalty.

Andy Maher died of cancer, aged 57,

on March the 18th, 2011...

after serving a life sentence
for the murder of his best mate.

In the end, for Marty and Andy and Terry,

it had all disappeared...

like bubbles in champagne.

Me?

I'd stayed in the job, kept plugging away.

So had the gangs.

Drugs had become an ugly fact of life

in the Land of the Long Green Cloud.

We got 'em. Go!

Two years after Marty's death, we
finally got those listening powers.

The syndicate had generated a
whole lot of changes in the law.

"Warranted phone tapping", "covert
surveillance", "search & seizure".

Specialist drug units were set up.

Customs got more manpower.

And the courts got more teeth.

There were even 2 Royal Commissions

into drug trafficking in New Zealand and Australia.

Gotta love that.

You...are under arrest.

And maybe...in a small way...

we had Marty Johnstone to thank for all of it.

Bugger him.

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