Original subtitles

(deep, somber music)

(screeching)

(steady buzzing)

- It's just when I get off of it I hate it.

Every day it's about you know, if I don't get the money,

I'm just gonna be like this.

- [Man] People, including the ex-chief commissioner

Christine Nixon, says let's give us back the heroin days

anytime over the current problem of ice.

It's almost the reverse but with the same outcome,

that is they were in poverty, gangs,

drug cartels, and full prisons.

And the deaths that were happening from drug overdoses

with heroin, the deaths that they have from murders

and violence from ice users.

A 13-year-old boy started on it, and then he

and a group of guys break into a house

and the women was there and was pregnant,

and they slashed her up.

He's in and out of jail, and he's only just 15,

since he was 13, and he's a lovely kid.

But that substance makes him into a monster.

- [Man] Every day, six, seven times a day,

the paramedics come straight up Swanson Street,

up under Langley's, and I've never seen it before.

Probably in the last six or seven months it's happened.

Before that there was, you never saw it.

(tense music)

- [Man] I can see like people

that are 14, 15 that are doing ice.

I can see it in their eyes.

- [Man] These are the most out of control,

most violent human beings I've seen in my life,

and I've been around for a long time.

- [Man] In your entire career?

- [Man] Absolutely.

- [Man] And I wanna thank the police officers

who have been giving us a very comprehensive briefing

on the ice scourge.

(sirens blaring) (gunshots popping)

(solemn, steady music)

(slow, ominous music)

(car radio chatter)

(gun clicking)

(car radio chatter)

(rock music)

(car door clicking open)

- Come on.

Come on, come on.

(Charis yelling)

(mysterious music)

(banging)

(car door clicking)

(car engine humming) (car beeping)

(light, solemn music)

(slow, solemn music)

(car radio chatter) (slow, solemn music)

(slow, solemn music)

(music increasing in intensity)

(haunting choral music)

(haunting orchestral music)

- Hey.

Hey, I just need to talk to you.

- Don't touch me!

- Just need to talk to--

- Get the fuck away from me!

(bouncy, serious music)

(eerie music)

(people chattering)

- [Teacher] Sally!

- [Sally] Hey, can you lay that down come on--

- We're in the middle of a lesson.

- Well, I'm sorry.

- Look-- - Sorry.

- Do you mind?

- Look, it's fine, I need my daughter.

- No that's, no that, you sure?

- Yes, I have.

- Look, I really don't think it's in Joey's best--

- Don't you fuckin' tell me what's best for my kid.

Come on, let's go darling.

- Okay, everybody - Mom.

back to work.

- Please mom, this is an important test.

Please mom, I need to do this test.

Please.

This test is important to me.

- Joey, sh.

(tense, eerie music)

Look, I'm sorry darling, okay, I'm sorry.

We can call the office and arrange it another day, okay?

Okay, okay, good kiddo, that's a good kiddo.

That's it.

Now we've gotta move quickly, okay.

Gotta head home, gonna pack a bag,

and we're gonna get goin', all right?

Joey, ah come this way, darling.

Just keep walking as fast as you can, all right.

Keep up with me, come on.

- It's Danny!

- [Sally] No Joey, Joey, come on.

- Mom, I wanna go with Danny.

- [Sally] Joey, keep walking!

- Mom, I wanna go with Danny. - Joey!

Joey, get back here right now.

- No.

- [Danny] Hello, hi Joey, good to see you.

Oh my god, look at you, look at you've grown.

Ah, that's a new backpack, isn't it?

Hey, can I see your teeth?

Oh my god, when did you lose those two?

- [Joey] A few months ago.

- A few months ago, (muffled) what's up over there.

Can I have a kiss, can I have a kiss?

Yeah, and another one, and another one.

Gonna get in the car?

- [Sally] Hey darlin', let's go, come on.

Please.

- Get in the car now or I'll go.

(tense music)

Get in the car.

(tense music)

So love, what's goin' on?

- [Joey] Well Alice and me, we won a competition in netball.

- Yeah?

- [Joey] And we came first.

- No way, first!

And uh, did you score many goals?

- [Joey] I think we scored about 10.

- 10 goals, Jesus.

Missed ya.

- Pull the car over, Danny.

- Just need to talk to ya.

- I said pull over the car.

- Can I just talk to ya?

- Let me out of this fuckin' car right now.

- Just settle down

so I can talk to ya. - I'm not goin' anywhere

with ya, you piece of shit, Danny!

Let me outta this car right now, let me outta this

fuckin' car right now! - Okay, settle down!

Fucks now Jesus.

All right, I'm sorry, I'm fuckin' sorry.

(Sally breathing heavily)

- Hey baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hey um, why don't you go out and play for a little bit yeah?

That's a good girl.

Go on.

- [Joey] Danny, will you play with me?

- Um, we'll come in a little bit, okay darling, okay?

Okay, we'll meet you there.

(slow, serious music)

What the fuck you doin' here, Danny?

- [Danny] I'm out, I'm finished for good.

- What, just like that?

- [Danny] Just like that. - Oh yeah?

You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me, right?

- I'm not kiddin' ya.

- What, so you come here expecting me

to leap into your fuckin' arms?

You fuckin' ruined me, Danny, you ruined us, I'm done.

- I'm clean all right, I'm clean for fuck's sake.

- For now.

- Just, listen to me, all right?

Can you just listen to me for one fuckin' second?

I've got a plan.

- Oh yeah?

What's your big plan?

- Get outta here, get a good job, proper one,

down near Cal, near the beach.

- You're goin' to Cal?

- Well I want you to come with me.

- I'm not goin' with you to fuckin' Cal.

- It was your idea, remember?

Said you always wanted to go to a beach, learn to surf.

- I'm not goin' with you, you prick.

- Why not?

- Because I got a fuckin' life here.

- In this shit hole?

Fuck, just picture it, Sal.

Livin' on the beach, watchin' the sunset.

Fish and chip house, fish and chip house. (laughing)

How fuckin' good would that be?

- Don't.

- None of those cunts around.

What?

- Don't fuckin' swear.

- Well I can't help it.

- It's that word, I don't like that word.

- Well, you can't help cunts being cunts.

(laughing)

- Fuck off, I'm sorry, I can't do this.

- I love you, Sal.

I fuckin' love you.

Remember when that shit went down.

I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya,

you and Joe, you mean everything to me.

Felt I coulda died, and you know the one thing I regretted

was not spending more time with ya.

You're all my life means.

I love ya, Sal.

(Sally crying)

- God.

(slow, sorrowful music)

- Everybody, quick, quick, quick, bang, bang, bang.

Boom, boom, boom, bing, bang.

Bing, bang, bing. (imitating gun firing)

Bing, bang, bing, bing, bing.

Bang, bang, bing, bang.

(imitating gun firing)

Gotta go, on the move, quick run,

get in the trenches, now, now, now.

Okay guys, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Okay guys, walkin' through.

You're gonna hide behind the swings.

And, Layla, you're gonna hide behind the cubby.

And I'll hide under the slide.

Got the plan down, okay?

(scary music)

- Hey doll, how you doin'?

- [Joey] Fine.

- Good?

Do you remember me?

- Yeah, you're Uncle Shane.

- [Shane] That's right, very good.

- Danny's over there.

- Yeah, I know, I know.

(scary music)

What do you got there?

- [Joey] A gun.

- It's a gun, you know you should play with guns.

Hey, whoa, whoa, don't shoot, don't shoot.

Hey, do you wanna see a real gun?

Got one in my car, it's pretty cool.

Sure?

All right.

- (breathing rapidly) Danny!

Danny!

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(deep, serious music)

(truck engine humming)

(deep, serious music)

- [Sally] Yeah actually, yes, she's a good girl.

- [Danny] Like her mom.

- [Sally] Hopefully not.

- [Danny] Well, I think she's perfect.

(Sally laughing)

- Lucky she's not like her dad.

- Well, I hope not anyway. - Got his (muffled).

(Sally laughing)

- [Danny] Got her dad's charm, doesn't she?

- Yep, that she does.

- [Danny] Then why don't you come?

- Fuck it, Danny, Joey's settled, I can't. (sighing)

- It's your idea, remember?

You told me, you really fuckin' happy singin in that choir?

- Get fucked.

(Danny laughing)

- Well you sounded a bit off.

(both laughing)

Sounded really off.

- Yeah, well, you know. (laughing)

They do their best.

(both laughing)

Fuck, Danny,

I gotta get Joey.

Joe?

(phone buzzing)

Joey?

(phone buzzing)

- [Shane] Good day, brother.

You take somethin' of mine, I take somethin' of yours.

- If you lay a fuckin' finger on her, I'll kill you.

- [Shane] You reckon, do ya?

- If you fuckin' touch her, I'll fuckin' kill you,

you hear me, you fuckin' hear me?

(phone beeping)

- [Shane] You got 20 minutes.

- Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

(slow, sorrowful music)

- [Sally] We're leaving.

Joey, come on.

Come on. - Sal.

- [Sally] Joey, we're leaving.

- Sally.

- [Sally] Joey, come on.

- Get in the car.

- [Sally] Just give us a second.

- Get in the fuckin' car now.

(tense music)

- [Sally] Danny, what's goin' on, where's Joey?

- She's gone.

- [Sally] What do you mean, she's gone?

- [Danny] They've taken her.

- Who's taken her?

Who's taken her, Danny?

No, no, no, no, you told me that you were fuckin' out.

- [Danny] I am out.

- Then what the fuck have you done, huh?

What the fuck have you done, Danny?

- [Danny] It's your brother.

- Jesus Christ.

Well tell me what happened then, tell me,

tell me what happened Danny, Jesus.

- They got this girl in from the rippers.

- And what?

- [Danny] It happens all the time, but this time Char

was goin' around and just, got outta hand.

One after another, you know.

- So, then what?

- And she was hurtin', and I couldn't be there.

They passed her around like a piece of meat

and fed her drugs so she'd do anything

they'd want her to do, and I,

I couldn't help, I couldn't help with any of it.

Figured, what if that was you?

So, I fuckin' lost it.

- Oh, fuck.

- I got the girl out, got her to a motel

around the corner and I came to see ya.

- Oh Jesus, Danny, you're a fuckin' idiot.

- I couldn't help but see you, Sal.

- So where is she then, huh, where's Joe?

- I've got 20 minutes, they'll send me the address.

- 20 minutes?

- I'll need you to direct me.

- 20 minutes until what Danny, Danny?

- I need you to direct me. - Danny what do you mean

we've got 20 minutes

where are we going? - Yes fuckin' direct me, okay?

- Danny no, Danny, my baby, where is she, Danny?

(crying) - It's okay, just stop, okay?

- Oh Danny, I don't know--

- Stop okay, she'll be fine. - My baby.

- As soon as I get there, she'll be fine.

Where do I go? - You don't know that,

I don't know, I don't know where to go.

Jesus, Danny! (crying)

- Direct me, Sal, I need some fuckin' directions.

- (crying) I want my baby.

- [Danny] Just stop okay, just stop.

As long as I get there.

- You don't know if she's gonna be all right Danny,

it's Shane, he could fuckin' do anything.

- I know.

- Oh Jesus, Danny, they're gonna fuckin' kill you,

you know that, they're waiting for you.

- They won't, it's gonna be okay.

- Jesus Christ Danny, why does everything you touch

just turn to shit, huh?

I almost lost Joey once because of you,

I'm not gonna go through that again.

- It's okay love, all right--

- Don't, don't call me - It's okay.

- fuckin' love, I'm scared of you, Danny.

Don't you see that, huh, I'm scared of you,

you're out of fucking control.

Huh, what's wrong with you?

- [Danny] It's okay.

- If we do get Joey, you're just gonna go back to 'em

and if they don't fuckin' kill you you'll end up

in jail again, huh? - I won't, I won't.

- It's over for you, Danny.

- It's okay. - You're fucked.

- I love you. - You're fucked.

- Stop it okay, just fuckin' stop it!

Okay I'm trying Sal, I'm fuckin' tryin' okay?

You hear me, you fuckin' hear me?

I'm fuckin' tryin'.

(Sally breathing heavily)

- Are you done?

Yeah, does it feel good to get fuckin' hit,

you like that, huh?

Are you done, are you fuckin' done?

- [Danny] Get the fuck away from me, all right?

- Listen to me, okay, listen to me right now, Danny.

You got us in this mess

and you're gonna get us out of it, okay?

- [Danny] I can't.

- You can, I know that you can, huh?

Look at me, look at me.

What happened to that man that I used to love, huh?

I knew that man, the one that would think with his brain

when he got himself into trouble, do you remember, yeah?

I fell in love with that man.

Is he still in there, Danny, good then, yeah.

Look at me, 'cause I need him right now.

It's time to be a dad.

Yeah, yeah?

(slow, solemn music)

What is it?

(gunshot popping)

Danny what is it?

- Get in the car.

Get in the car.

(tense music)

(dramatic, pounding music)

(gunshots popping)

Stay there, stay there.

Get the fuck on the ground now, point that gun away from me!

Don't you fuckin' point that at me!

Get the fuck down now, get the fuck down!

Don't you fuckin' move, don't fuckin' touch that gun, okay?

Don't fuckin' move, I will fuckin' kill you, all right.

Stay there.

I'm sorry.

You all right?

- Danny no.

- Come on.

- No, no, no, no, no, no Danny, no.

- Come on.

- Yeah, here we go. - Danny, Danny.

- Come on, come on.

(slow, solemn music)

- Okay.

- All right. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Now all right, I need you to direct me, all right, Sal?

- All right. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Okay.

- [Danny] Now we're gonna go to the address,

where's the address, get the address out.

- All right, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right um, oh my god, okay, okay, okay.

I know this street.

- [Danny] You all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this street, um,

yeah we'll head back down this road

and we'll be heading there.

(tense music)

Okay, all right.

(tense music)

- [Shane Voiceover] You take something of mine,

I take something of yours.

(tense music)

- [Danny] Where are we going?

- At this intersection, you're gonna

keep taking it straight through it, okay?

(tense music)

Danny, what're you fuckin' doing?

- I've gotta go somewhere.

- What the fuck, Danny?

Danny, we don't have time for this.

- I've gotta do something, trust me.

- [Sally] What're you doin', Danny?

- I gotta get the girl.

(tense music)

(mysterious music)

(pounding) (mysterious music)

- [Sally] Oh Jesus Christ, on my god.

(mysterious music)

- Come here, come here.

(car engine humming)

(mysterious music)

- [Sally] Are you gonna let her go?

- [Danny] If I can.

- [Sally] Okay, okay, straight through, straight through.

(ominous music) (voices chattering)

Turn this way, you just gotta turn, left turn.

(suspenseful music)

Go straight up through here

Straight up here, stay right (muffled).

(tense music)

- [Danny] Easy, Sal.

- [Sally] Jesus Christ.

- [Danny] Easy, easy.

- [Sally] Oh my god.

(voices chattering)

- Who are you?

- I'm family (voice echoing)

I'm gonna take care of you,

I'm gonna take care of you, okay?

Yeah, that's right, yep, give me the gun.

It's okay, that's it, oh my god, oh god.

Oh my god, fuck, oh god.

Oh. (breathing heavily)

Okay, okay, okay.

Danny drive, drive, drive, drive, come on.

Get us there, Danny.

- [Danny] Where, where, where, Sal?

- [Sally] Okay, you're gonna curve at the top of the street,

and then you're gonna turn left across the train tracks, okay?

- [Danny] Left here?

- [Sally] Yeah, left.

Oh god, straight on through, okay.

It's uh, it's 28.

(tense, suspenseful music)

- Stay here.

- [Sally] No, no, no, no, no, I'm coming with you,

Joey's in there. - Stay here, okay.

- Danny, I've gotta

come with you. - Fuckin' stay here.

(tense music)

- Ow!

- Get the fuck out of the car now, now.

Get up, get up, okay?

(woman whimpering)

(rock music pounding)

Don't you fuckin' try that with me.

("Blood On the Nature Strip" by Cryptic Abyss)

♪ You can take my fucking hands ♪

♪ But when bone meet steel we ain't square ♪

♪ The sob sets in your cancer cyst ♪

♪ One of many things you won't accept ♪

♪ Wait on ♪

♪ Know all ♪

♪ And I know fuck all ♪

♪ Yeah, suppose I am weak ♪

♪ In your reality ♪

♪ But your reality ♪

- [Danny] Don't fuckin' move

Don't fuckin' move. ♪ Is far from anything I seek ♪

♪ This is God's design ♪ - Don't you fuckin' move, man.

♪ Downsize the pygmies cries ♪ - Don't you fuckin',

shut the fuck up!

So you understand me? ♪ Me, I just watch you fry ♪

♪ Climax life seeps through your eyes ♪

("Blood On the Nature Strip" by Cryptic Abyss)

- Stay here, sit down.

Don't you fuckin' touch her, you cunt.

I'll fuckin' kill her.

- [Russel] Give me the girl.

- I'll fuckin' kill her, mate, okay, you hear me?

I'll fuckin'.

(woman gasping and moaning)

- Ah baby.

(woman gagging and moaning)

Oh it's good to see ya.

That's it.

That's it. (woman yelling)

Oh baby.

- It's okay baby, it's okay.

(woman yelling and moaning)

Give me my fucking girl.

(woman yelling)

- [Shane] Put it down.

All you gotta do is put it down.

(gun clunking)

That's it.

- I got nothin' against you, all right.

Just give me my girl and that's it.

- That's a bit tall.

You've lost it if you think that's it.

All men above and beyond,

all for one and one for all you dirty dog.

- [Danny] I'm not a fuckin' dog.

- But you are.

You see that's the thing that separates us from the animals.

The politicians, the fuckin' law, we,

we hold people accountable, you know that.

(sighing) What can I say, sad, I'm sad.

(woman crying out) Shut her up, would ya.

You're just, I told you to shut her up.

(tense music)

(woman gasping) You gonna shut up?

Huh, eh, shut up.

(woman crying)

(tense music)

(gunshot popping)

You see, we gotta separate ourselves from the animals.

That's what's the fuckin' point.

- You didn't need to do that.

- No, you're right, I didn't.

But it's your fault we're out here.

We knew you'd come back here.

Runnin' back to my little sister's hideout

like a dog with fuckin' bold course on you.

You're my best mate (laughing), a respectable gentleman.

- Brother, we--

- Don't give me that bullshit about brother,

you are not my fuckin' brother.

You gave that right up when you glossed Louie,

when you stabbed Fat Boy and trashed our club.

- What they did to that girl.

- Hey, well look at her now, is that better, mate?

- [Danny] You sound like one of them.

- I am one of them, and so were you!

- No, I'll never be one of them,

they're nothin' but a fuckin' pack of junkies and thugs.

- You need to shut your fuckin' mouth

right now, mate. - It's all a lie mate,

it's all a fucking lie you fucking idiot.

- Shut the fuck up.

Now it's time to face the consequences, mate.

This little girl is gonna watch her daddy die,

then she is gonna die, to learn what actions of betrayal

lead to, knowing her daddy didn't help her.

- Look at the fence, baby, baby look at the fence now,

right now, do it, look at the fuckin' fence.

- Didn't we finally have a place where we were loved?

A brotherhood, a home.

- I'm sorry.

(tense music)

Look at the fence.

I love you, baby.

- Goodbye, brother.

- I love you, remember that.

- Fuck!

Fuckin' freak you.

Dickhead, go on and get up you fuckin',

can't do it, can I, I love you too much.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, yeah, it's all right.

- Fuck's sake, gotta-- - I had it all sorted,

all right?

Oh! (laughing)

It's all right, I'm gettin' a beer, you want one?

- [Russell] Yeah.

- Not you fuckhead, Dan?

- [Russell] Oh you fuckin' cunt, you won't get that undone.

However you, you done got her free.

- You all right?

It's okay.

Hey, look at me, you're okay.

Hey, you're okay, it's okay, it's okay.

(slow, serious music)

- [Shane] Hey mate, you got enough?

- [Joey] Danny, (drown out by music).

(lighter clunking)

- (laughing) He's a fuckin' cunt.

Oh and baby, look at you. (laughing)

Fuckin' could've been somethin', eh?

Oh fuck baby, we had plans, I had plans.

I had so many good.

Now look at you, eh?

Now you're fuckin', wake the fuck up.

(coughing)

(tense music)

Hey, hey.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You wanna try some?

I know you do.

I think you're on to somethin', you wanna be like daddy, eh?

Yeah, you wanna be like daddy.

- She's all right, mate.

- Definitely.

(tense, suspenseful music)

(Danny drown out by music)

(tense, suspenseful music)

(gunshot popping)

(Sally gasping)

- Oh god.

(laughing)

- Good fuckin' shot there, good fuckin' shot, woo.

(Sally crying)

Fuck I'll tell you what, he didn't see that coming, did he?

Woo!

That was fuckin' good, wasn't it?

What're you doin'?

(muffled)

It's a good idea.

We're just kind of like a family, you know.

You won't fuckin' do it.

(gun clicking)

Whoops, one more.

(gun clicking)

Try it now, one more.

(gun clicking)

(Russel muffled)

(Sally crying out)

- Here we go, here we go, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on now.

(tense music)

Okay, well we're out,

it's okay, we're gone.

(Sally crying) (tense music)

It's okay.

Guess what, we're gonna go on a holiday, you hear?

You like holidays?

Where is your favorite place to go on a holiday?

(conversation drown out by slow, solemn music)

You got that, what else are we gonna do on our holiday?

Yeah, what else are we gonna do?

- [Joey] Go surfing, build sandcastles.

We're gonna go camping.

- Fuck, get down Joe, get down now.

- [Sally] Joey, Joey, get down, get down, Joey.

Fuck.

(dramatic music)

(gunshots popping) - Joey, get down now.

(gunshots popping)

(dramatic music)

(Sally breathing heavily)

- Oh, you okay?

Talk to her, talk to her.

(car door slamming)

- Hey darling, hey.

Hey um, let, let's sing the spider song, yeah?

Let's sing together yeah, ready?

♪ The itsie, weensie spider- ♪

(gunshots popping)

♪ Climbed up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪

♪ Up came the sunshine and dried up all the rain ♪

♪ So the itsie bitsie spider went up the spout again ♪

One more time, yeah?

♪ Itsie bitsie spider went up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪

♪ Up came the sunshine and dried up all the rain ♪

♪ The itsie bitsie spider-- ♪

- Fuck that, Sally, get out of the car, get out of the car.

Hey, hey beautiful, hey, how's it goin'.

Now, I'm just gonna meet you there okay?

I'll see you there, I'll have some fish and chip for us,

okay? - Danny.

- Get in the, get in the, get in.

Get in, quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly.

You're gonna drive to Cal,

and you're gonna get rid of the car

and I'm gonna see you there.

- No Danny, no.

- Yeah.

- No, Danny.

- I love you.

- I love you, Danny, I'm okay.

(crying) I love you.

- I love you, baby.

There you go.

(crying)

- See ya.

(slow, solemn music)

(slow, sorrowful piano music)

(slow, sorrowful orchestral music)