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You killed her.

Tina Longmore was about to cause us
a great deal of harm.

- We couldn't permit that.
- I won't let you get away with this.

- I know you had Sarah killed.
- I don't wanna die.

It's got the same markings as
the bullet I found in the village.

Everything that's happened to me,

it's part of some bigger,
bigger thing.

I know the story I'm covering.
A terrorist, Hadji Adhib.

Countries on the equator.

Zero degrees latitude,
coming in from the east,

it'd be Gabon, Congo at Makoua.

Hey, for a bloke who's never
traveled past Map 44,

your geography's not bad.

- A pet is just what Jack needs.
- It's a fairly big pet, Harry.

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Who invited you to the picnic,
Tregear?

Heard the call on the radio.
Thought you might need a hand.

What, drove in from home?
Yeah. On your night off?

Oh, I'm nothing if not dedicated.
Nothing but bloody compromised.

- Go home. - Oh, so for years
they call me a slack arse

and now that I go the extra yards,
I'm in the road?

Can't win, can I?

Thought you lived in Templestowe.

Yeah, the better part.

You got here damn fast.

Listen, you know as well as I do,
all these deaths are connected.

So, you tell me,
who's leaning on you?

If I hear that your mate Jack Irish
has had anything to do with this,

I will have your badge.

Yeah, I'll do you a deal.

I'll melt it down
and you can use it as a suppository.

- Did you do it?
- No.

Well, he sure looked dead to me.
Did you kill him?

- I went there to kill him.
- Oh, good alibi.

Stay where you are, Jack.

I wanted him to pay for Sarah
and for Tina and for everything, OK?

But someone beat me to it
and then I called you.

- Well, who killed him then?
- I don't know.

Can I sit up?

Don't get out. Just sit there.

Here. Take that.

And this is Janene Ballich's phone.

So, what was your plan...

just to get a gun
and then kill someone

in the hope they might be
the right target?

- Well, you guys were doing nothing.
- Oh, who the fuck are you, Jack?

This makes you no better than them.

- You arresting me?
- Want to.

But now you've made me an accessory.

Go on, take a hike. Go on!

The kid saw me.

Oh, great. You know what?
Do us both a favour.

Hurry up and find out
who killed Shand.

I know it's quite a shock
for all of us, but rest assured,

we are dealing with it.

And while Rob's death
is very regrettable...

- Regrettable?!
- Regrettable?

The man was the face of the church.

Yes, and we will find a replacement,
and quickly.

- There's no shortage of Shands.
- What a lovely obituary for a man.

The cops and the media
are gonna be all over us.

We're gonna get pulled apart
brick by brick.

We're all gonna be under
the microscope, you know?

Yes, so we must all hold the line.

No way, darlin', no way.
That's it for me, I'm done.

Yeah, I'm with Jim. We didn't buy in
for any of this shit.

Sit down the both of you.

You don't just resign
from Via Crucis.

And you least of all should
be grandstanding, Jim.

Most of these problems stem from
your reckless behaviour on Mindanao.

No. No, the village
was your incompetent people.

And tell me, why hasn't our
illustrious chair bothered to show?

Well, someone has to deal
with the fallout.

Do you want me
to wipe the hard drive?

No, we may need it. Poor old Jack.

But we can't let Irish
near a witness stand.

Obviously.

What was the first thing I asked you
when we bought this quadruped?

Remind him, Cam.

- To stay below the radar.
- And keep your gob shut.

Whatever you do, keep our
names out of it until the big race.

Now tell him why that is so, Cam.

So that every bookie in Australia

doesn't know that Cam and myself
are involved.

You were the ones who put this
bloody thing in my backyard.

If you had have shown it
a bit more love,

it might not have whinnied so much

and the neighbours
wouldn't have noticed.

See this article here, Jack?

It mentions me and Harry
as being best mates of yours.

Well, how does the newspaper
know that?

It's not exactly something
I'm bragging about.

Now your name's
plastered everywhere.

_

I didn't kill him.

We don't care if you did
or didn't. Probably had it coming.

What, you couldn't wait
one more week?

Like Saturday, Stakes Day?

Everything we've been working
towards.

You could've put
your petty grievances aside

for one miserable week.

They murdered Sarah
and they're trying to kill me.

I'm an ocean of sympathy.

But 40-odd years
in the racing industry,

I've seen death and murder before.

And I've never let personal issues
get in the way

of something this important.

You are a horse-owner.

And with that comes
a great sense of duty.

What are you talking about?

You can't be a racehorse-owner
with a criminal record.

Oh, really? I thought that'd
be, like, a prerequisite.

No, Jack, we've got thousands
riding on this.

They're gonna scratch him, alright?
This is his retirement scheme.

He's tired and he's over it.

OK, look,
they haven't charged Jack yet

and they won't
until they question him.

So, we'd better keep him
out of harm's way for week.

You'd better stay with me
and Mrs Strang.

Yeah, a week with Harry's missus,
prison won't be too bad.

I'm elderly, not deaf.

Any of these'll be fine, Harry.

This'll do you.

The couch folds into
some sort of bed.

I'll see if Mrs Strang
can find some linen.

Bathroom's up the hall.
Don't over-flush.

Don't go up there. It's private.

Could I boil an egg or something?
I haven't eaten anything.

No, no, breakfast is done by 6am.

And Mrs Strang and I dress
for dinner, sharp, at 5:30.

Right, thanks, Harry.

Hey, um, I'm gonna need
to get a phone.

Harry's used different ones
at the track, you know,

so do you think I could...?

Thanks, mate.
Hey, can I borrow your car again?

Jack, I don't mind driving you
to whatever idiot place

you have in mind, but, you know,

you're an accident
waiting to happen, brother.

Here's your towel.
Now, don't get blood on anything.

What are we doing back here?

Do you have a clue
what we're looking for?

No, but I just wanna know what
they're hiding in those containers.

Oh, good, so it's
a well-thought out plan then.

You wait here, I'll be right.

Yep.

Hope you brought your passports.

Was this a part of your plan?

I assume you know who I am.

Yes.

Hadji Adhib.

- Ah, bloody predictive text.
_

I think that's the least of
our worries right now, Jack.

I'm just trying to let Drew know
we're stuck in container.

Ah, there'll be no reception.

Shit.

I understand you wanted
to talk to me.

Untie me first and I would welcome
the chance to interview you.

I think, uh...

I think all Australians would like
to know what makes a Saudi like you,

educated in our country,
want to wage jihad...

I don't care what people
in your country think

or want to know about me.

Your support, your condemnation,
is of no consequence.

You are not believers.

You must want to engage
with the West?

Surely you have a message.

This is how we communicate with
the West, and they see Allah's will.

That is not Allah's will.

It's just... It's just murder.

No, it's marketing.

Whoa.

What's that?

It's one hell of a kid's toy.

Hey, look at this.

M-I-C-3-1-4. Same ones.

I think I just found
our way out of here.

Hang on.

So, you plan to set off
a live grenade

in a locked container full of ammo?

It'll go off like a firecracker.

Ah.

Tell me what you think happened
to the fishing village.

You killed them.

Why would I kill my own people, mm?

Politicians, policemen,
Western journalists? Yes.

But fishermen and their families?
No.

Then I don't know.
You tell me and I'll write it.

You killed one of my people.

No, that wasn't us,
those men just... they arrived.

No, no,
I had nothing to do with that.

I... No, I promise!

Listen, please! [GASPS]

That'll do.
We're gonna die anyway.

It's your idea. You do it.

Shit.

Sorry I'm late.

Hello, Stella.

Excuse me, darling,
I will clear the plates.

Thank you, darling.
Excellent meal.

Thank you.

I thought I made it clear
about our dining times.

Oh, yeah, very clear.

A house only operates smoothly
if those living in it

observe the protocols.

Hey, mate, it's me.

The cops have been trawling
your street since early morning.

I told them last time I heard,
you were in Gundagai.

Thanks. Can you put Simone on?

I haven't seen her.
She left shortly after you.

- I mean, she might be at her...
- Just put her on, will you?

It's Jack.

For the first time,
you've given me a problem

a five-year-old couldn't sort out.

You have no idea what
you've walked into, do you?

Tell the world...
what do you believe in?

I'm not religious,
if that's what you mean.

So, you believe in nothing?

I believe that people have the right
to believe whatever they want.

Not have it shoved down
their throats.

Democracy, then.

This is the same democratic process
that's allowed

the world's richest 1%
to own 99% of the earth's wealth?

To divide the world
as it suits them?

This is the democracy
you believe in?

I believe in...
compassion... and peace.

There can be no peace.

There must be a war, blood spilled,
to purify.

Oh, God, Boyd.

Here is your defender of democracy.

He is your story.

Arsehole.

You wanted an interview?

Ask him why he killed
a fishing village.

Ask him where he's hidden the
bodies, so the dead may know heaven.

What have they done to you?

Kill me.

Just kill me.

I'm going for
Liechtenstein for six.

Correct.

Liechtenstein is the world's
sixth-smallest country.

- Give the man a pretzel.
- What for? They're stale.

Any of you blokes seen this man?
Told he's regular here.

- Is he?
- Oh, let's have look, Officer.

What do you reckon, mate,
have you seen him before?

- I haven't.
- Oh, yes!

- Well, who is it?
- He'd be the son of that bloke.

No, no, no, that's the other one
you're thinking of, the nephew.

- Have you seen him?
- Ah-ha, I reckon Eric's right.

- This is not the son.
- No, no.

But I'm thinking this
is the son of the uncle.

He's the uncle's son.

We don't care whose son or nephew
he is. Have you seen him?

The face is not familiar to you,
mate?

His name's Jack Irish.

Oh, yeah, Jack. Jack Irish.
Been in here few times.

- Has he?
- Yeah.

Well, not since that explosion,
though.

Well, give us a call if he comes, OK?

Certainly... Officer.

You can come out now, Jack.

- Thanks, fellas.
- That's alright, mate.

One of the advantages
of getting old, Jack.

No-one really wants to hang around
and talk to you anymore.

- Look, even he pissed off.
- Yes.

These people have software the US
military would be proud to use.

It's a symmetric key algorithm.

Well, that's great for it,
but who are these people?

- Is this Way of the Cross?
- No, no.

They're the faceless ones
behind the church.

They call themselves Via Crucis.
They hold the real strings.

Especially the purse strings.

Their algorithm
was very difficult to crack...

- Hang on, who are Via Crucis?
- Right.

Well, there is a tax accountant,
a silk,

the Governor of Whitehill Prison, a
commissioner on the Parole Board,

a media owner, a government
minister, Senator Mackie,

businessman Jim Cottle.

- He's building a whopping power
station in the Philippines. - Really?

Hey, that's not the way
you set 'em up.

There's four other movers and
shakers, but there's one ball left,

the Chair of Via Crucis,
I can't find anything on them.

Is that, well, Pier Okant?

Maybe but his name
doesn't come up anywhere.

And what about that number
you were talking about?

7-6-7-0-3-5-6-1-2-3-9-8-3-2.

She just remembers that,
just like that.

But there's dozens of companies
tied to Via Crucis,

all ending in tax havens.

But there's one name that seems
to connect them all...

Marengo International Holdings.

- You'll love this. You tell him.
- No, you can if you want...

- You discovered it.
- Only because...

- I don't mind who tells me.
- Alright, alright.

Marengo has one registered address
in Australia,

in the Tessler Building.

Right, and I met the woman
from the Tessler Building.

Susan Shields.

Guess which board
she's secretary of?

I don't know.

Via Crucis.

Right.

Just the woman I wanted to see.

Security will be here any moment.

I was at a container yard yesterday,

and I saw a whole lot of ammunition
boxes with your moniker on them.

My best guess is you've got
less than five minutes.

Why did you kill Rob Shand?

Is that what you think? We'd murder
our greatest single asset?

Well, why not?
You murdered everyone else.

No. We'll miss Rob terribly.

Although he was never one
of any great moral conviction,

he was a great communicator.

Do you want to see who did kill him?

I feel so sad.

I suspect Rob died
never truly believing.

There you are.

Man on a crusade.
And you found him already dead.

Well, dead-ish.

How the hell did you get this?

Having a bit of a sook there.
Then you leave.

Rob's son having seen you.

Let's go back a bit.

You can't touch us.

And the only evidence that
could have saved you,

we hold.

Gently, gently.

Mr Irish was already leaving.

Been expecting you.

Yeah, I bet you have.

I fully intend turning myself in,
but I wanted answers first.

- And?
- Ha!

Head of law-enforcement in the land
and I find myself shut down.

25 years old, I'm trying to finish
the bottle before I go inside.

They don't serve it in there,
I hear.

Well, they might make an exception
for you, I reckon.

You want to tell me about Via Crucis?

It all started
by the time we thought

we were losing the war on terror.

Well, I think you started losing that
when you called it a war.

There is a war.

We decided to start outsourcing
some of our intelligence.

Following the lead of the US,
you know, Haliburton, Blackwater.

Use an outside organisation
that attracted little scrutiny.

Keep us at arm's length.

And you chose a mad,
born again church?

We wanted to use
them as a secondary source

of information-gathering.

Things got out of hand.

I never really knew what Via Crucis
was up to.

Training camps in the bush.

And your daughters got in the way.

You know, it would help me a great
deal if you did turn yourself in.

Take the heat off me.

One more drink.

I won't say no to that.

You know, the only reason
they haven't killed me

is because they're insane enough to
think that I value their beliefs...

..more than my children.

So...

who do I turn myself into?

Is there anyone out there
you can still trust?

I know someone.

Honest?

Not in the slightest.

You won't need cuffs.

Didn't bring any.

Hey, listen, I don't suppose you
can guarantee his safety, can you?

Got an army of news photographers
on standby.

I figure that level of publicity

might keep him and me alive
at least for the rest of the day.

Listen, one more question.

Pier Okant.
You don't know who that is, do you?

No. Never heard of him.

Why the village?

It was never meant to go that way.

We just wanted to scare them off

and they came at us.

Where did you bury the bodies?

Why?

They're just gonna kill you anyway.

Where did you bury the bodies?

No, no, no, it's not good enough.

She's been missing now
for more than a day

and you don't seem
to be doing anything.

No, you don't. Do your job.

She could be in danger.
You have to ask around.

Someone must have seen something.

Are you OK?

Salaam, Chesska.

What was that look about?

Don't mind her. She keeps telling me
her daughter is dead a long time.

She wants me to find someone

and go back to real work.

Will you?

They're impossible to replace.

Who would have me?

I meant the work.

So many things I have written.

They haven't changed anything.

They were good words.

You were right.

There is no port on Mindanao

able to take ships large enough
to feed the plant.

And no railway line
to get the coal to it.

And the village was in the way.

Without the bodies,
we can't prove anything.

Those poor people.

Sorry.

You've got the story you came for.

Hadji Adhib, face to face
with an Islamic terrorist.

There's a book in there.

Hadji Adhib doesn't need any
publicity.

Why give him oxygen?

He's just another lunatic
the world can live without.

Stella.

Well, I hope you're happy.

Yeah, I thought you would be happy
as well, Harry. I'm off the hook.

I'm a racehorse-owner
with a spotless record.

- "Jack Irish is no longer a suspect,
_

according to Sergeant
Barry Tregear."

No, not the damn news.
Who reads that?

The racing section, page 80.

"Jack Irish is now free to race his
horse, the once-great Lost Legion,

"in the Brian McGrath Stakes today.

"Rumours are already circulating
that racing legend Harry Strang

"may have an interest
in this gelding.

Already there's a lot
of money riding on this horse."

Toast soldier for you, Jack?

No thanks, I was...

I might go out.

Yeah, good idea.
Now have you got your money?

Yeah, this is my car insurance money.

It's the last cent I have.

Um, there's something I have to do,
so...

You'd better be at the track
on time.

Warren. Longmore mentioned
something about a training camp.

No, you shouldn't be here, Jack.
It isn't safe.

Please, I don't want any trouble.

I just wanna get an address
from you.

Well, I can't help, I'm sorry.

Listen, you know damn well
there's something rotten

that lives in that building.

Look, in six months my wife and I
hop in our caravan

and we make our way around
this great country of ours.

And for that, I need my super.
I need my payout, please.

You remember when I met you
at that factory? At the warehouse?

I just want to know if you lease them
anything else, out in the country?

Look, they're watching
everything I do.

When they thought I was helping you,
I lost my office.

I'm now on what they call a hot desk
in the general area.

I've been with them for 32 years.

I'm sorry, mate. I promise it'll be
the last thing that I ask of you.

There is one.
It's in the middle of nowhere.

Parker Lane, out past Werribee.

They call themselves Via Crucis.

- You're a good man.
- They won't beat me, Jack.

You know,
as Bonaparte would've said,

"He who fears being conquered
is certain of defeat."

Come on, harder. Focus.

Keep your arms up. Arms up.

He likes to bolt from the gate,
so hold him back for the first 300

and then give him his head.

And you never saw me, spoke to me
or heard of me.

You wouldn't recognise me
if you got thrown and landed on me.

- Clear?
- Clear.

Oh! Cynthia.

Ah, come on, Harry, just because
I don't work for you anymore.

- Can't we at least be friendly?
- Well, I have no problem.

- You can be as disloyal as you like.
- I don't owe you anything.

Well, who said you did?
I didn't say you did.

This is because I've got a horse
in the same race as you?

No, no, no, not at all.

Oh, come on, Harry, it's the
worst-kept secret in racing.

Don't worry.

I'm only running Charlemagne's Pride
to get her a taste of Group 1.

She's at 40 to 1. Not even I'm
backing her. I'm backing your horse.

No, I'm not worried at all.

That's one fine piece
of sinew and flesh we've got

biting the jockey over there.

You could have been part of it.

Yeah, damn you, Harry Strang.

- Where the hell is he?
- I've got no idea.

- Alright, load up, we're going.
- Alright, we're out of here.

[MOBILE RINGS]

Cam? Yeah, I'm on my way.
I've just stopped for coffee.

The race is not till 5:10, right?

I'll see you there.

No outside calls, I'm afraid.

I'm gonna meet Jack for a coffee.

They have coffee here.

It's all about the froth, Harry.

Now you wait here, Jack.
This won't take long.

So, this is where the prison outreach
program ends.

Muscle for Via Crucis, huh?

You're a clever bloke, Jack.

Why is it that whenever I see you,
I have this urge to have a piss?

Tell you what? Pick him up.
You want answers?

I'll let you in on how Tina died.

At least you won't die not knowing.

You're not gonna get away with
killing someone else like this.

Don't stress yourself.
You won't be found.

Tell you what? I'll give you odds.

A two-minute head start.

Now it's a handicap.

Go! Go.

Come on.

Let's make sure they finish the job.

Shit.

- You finished your coffee yet?
- How'd you know where I was?

Oh, your phone's
got a locator on it.

I switched it on before
I gave it to you

because I knew you were gonna
do something stupid.

There's two more of them, you know?

Nah, I've taken care of them.
What do you wanna do with this lot?

You can have that piss now.

Get in!

It will be cosy, yeah, but get in.

- Give me your car keys.
- Come on! Stinks in here. -Shit!

- Go for it, bro.
I can't breathe!

Barry, I've sent you an address.

You might want to send some
of your blokes around here.

Yeah, my hands are a bit tied
at the moment, mate.

Yeah, the good Senator talked.

It's big enough to start
a proper investigation.

I'm rounding 'em all up now.

Not bad for a slack arse.

Yeah, it's carnival day here, mate.
I'm like a pig in shit.

Actually, I suppose technically
I am pig in shit.

Oh, well there's no hurry.
These fellas aren't going anywhere.

Hey!
Come on, be reasonable.

Jesus!
Hey!

Shit!

Ah, get it off me!

- Shit! Oh, it's everywhere.

Oh, mate, get off!
Get off me! Get off me!

- Well, that's payback.
- Get us out of here.

Gotta be close to even
by now, don't you reckon?

Get off me!

Oh! Phwoar!

At the Valley today,
it's Group 1 racing

with the Brian McGrath Stakes,
the feature race. Big crowd in.

Counting on a big win from
your horse today, Harry.

Not my horse. Don't know where you
all get that from. It's not mine.

What kind of damn silly time
do you call this to show up?

Apologies, Harry, he got tied up.

For the love of Phar Lap,
will you look at the man.

Don't you take any pride
in yourself, son?

You're a horse-owner on a Stakes day

and you come to the races
looking like that?

So, you can't get
me in here then?

How we doing?

Well, thanks to this fashion
accessory, we're cooked.

If Lost Legion wins, the best
we can hope for is to cover costs.

Now you, up there.

Lost Legion, he's been
very heavily backed to win the race.

It's a beautiful day for racing
today. Weather conditions are ideal.

Charlemagne's Pride
about to move in.

Coming forward is Brooke's Baby,
Quaker Lad moving up

and the start getting close here for
the running of the Group 1 feature.

They're set to run. Starter up.

Racing.
Lost Legion didn't jump too well.

He's going to drift back,
but that's nothing unusual for him.

Boston away very quickly
and Jeffrey's Child

jumped out of the gate quickly.

Charlemagne's Pride from the deep,
coming across,

and Charlemagne's Pride's
going to roll to the front.

Lost Legion settling
a long, long way back in the field,

as they go to the back straight.

Charlemagne's Pride make way
by a length-and-half,

Jeffrey's Child moving into
second position from Brooke's Baby.

Gee, Lost Legion's
a mile back in the field.

He's doing nothing at the moment.
Rider's gone for the whip.

Charlemagne's Pride a clear leader
coming towards the bend by a length.

Roman Son moved up into second
but he's under lot of pressure.

Lost Legion,
at the moment's going backwards,

he can't get out of his own road,
but it's Charlemagne's Pride clear,

two or three in front of
Jeffrey's Child and Brooke's Baby,

and Charlemagne's Pride in an upset,

the Bolter, all the way,
won by two lengths.

Jeffrey's Child second
from Brooke's Baby,

one or two might make ground,
from Nesting Lass.

Very, very much a disappointing
Lost Legion...

I'm surprised as you are, Harry.

The wheels
have fallen off for the favourite,

he's been a rank failure.

Yes!

I've missed something, haven't I?

Yep, just a little bit.

They never saw us coming.

And we owe it all to this man.
Jack, to you!

But I didn't do a bloody thing.

No, you did plenty.

You got yourself in a hopeless mess,
caused a ruckus,

the press got onto us,
and we pulled it off!

After we saw his run at Kyneton,
we knew that Lost Legion,

he wasn't going to win anything.

Poor old thing.
He could scarcely

win that day against
that field of cows.

And then the young,
beautiful Cynthia phones me.

Ah, just told him
to look at Charlemagne's Pride.

It was overdue for a win.

It was just a matter of keeping
the book's eyes off her.

And you did that to perfection,
Jack.

So, it was you that told
the Fitzroy Council

about that bloody animal
in my backyard?

It was making a hell of a noise.

We could hear it
from Moonee Ponds.

Charlemagne's Pride,
we got her 40 to 1.

Had $50,000 on it.

You do the numbers.

More than enough
to buy a new Studebaker.

Relax, mate. It's over.

Well, is it? We never found
out who Pier Okant is,

or what those numbers mean.

Who are you texting?

My husband.

It hasn't really
worked out, has it?

Three weeks married - two he had
dysentery and then I had an affair.

- Telltale signs.
- You can't tell him by SMS.

Well, that's how my missus
divorced me. Yeah.

'Stan, we're through.
Can't bear another second with ya.'

Still, all turned out for the best.
Wouldn't have met Cherry Blossom.

Oh, mate, she's a fiction.
Give it up.

Cherry?

Jack Irish, Cherry Blossom.

Your name's not actually
Cherry Blossom, is it?

I know, silly.
My grandmother's name.

We're getting married.

Popped the question
and she said 'yes'.

Some things are meant to be, hey?

He's more handsome than his photo.

- Get out of it.
- You need to fold some napkins.

Oh, righto, yeah.

That easy?

You're right, I won't text him.

Pier Okant...

Is a dead end. We've been there.

No, no, no, no, no, if you were Tina
and in danger and you rushed a text,

what could it be that you
were trying to write

and you ended up with 'Pier Okant'?

With predictive text, it could have
been hundreds of variations.

I mean, the possibilities
are endless.

'Power Tool.' 'Peter Can't.'
'Power Plant.'

You dazzle me!

You dazzle me.

Say those numbers again.

7-6-7-0-3-5-6-1-2-3-9-8-3-9-3-2.

Philippines.

Oh, that's latitude and longitude.
They're map references.

With those numbers,
I'd say you're...

..that'd be Mindanao way.

That's what I'd reckon.

Much more like it.
Could have had a shave.

Here she comes.

Brisket and mash. Wonderful.

We don't like it pink.

Now, there'll be plenty
for sandwiches tomorrow.

Nothing like a bit of cold beef
and tomato relish

between a couple of slices
of fresh bread.

'Napoleon and his horse, Marengo.'

14 hands and the heart of lion.

I'm sorry, Stella, I...
I have to go.

So, Marengo was Napoleon's horse.

14 hands.
Small horse but courageous.

And ran Via Crucis, apparently.

And so you're our mystery chairman,
huh?

Looks like you're up shit creek.

I think the other elders might be,

but I'd be genuinely surprised
if I was.

If ever they manage to run down
Marengo International Holdings...

and they won't, by the way...

I'm afraid they won't find my name
on any documentation.

Right.

All I did was supply them
with a name,

a mistake I see in hindsight.

Oh, there'll be something.

Oh, I doubt that.

The others were really
just business people

protecting their
commercial interests.

They were happy to put
their names on things.

It made them feel powerful
and important.

I never felt that need.

The thing is, Jack,
only Sue and I really believe.

And what is it exactly that
you and Sue believe?

What is written.
His time is upon us.

This is the time of holy war.

We must purify the world
to prepare for his coming.

Oh, Jesus,
you're as nuts as they are.

Only He will judge that.

I reckon a court will,
I'll make sure of it.

Oh, good for you.
A crusade of your own.

But you can't stop this.
There are only two sides now.

You know, idiots only see two sides.

You're no better than
the fucking people you despise.

No, I don't despite Muslims.
They simply hold a wrong belief.

No, it's people like you I hate.

You stand for nothing,
you believe in nothing.

Right, and what do you stand for?
Pain and grief.

Sadly, that is the lot of man.

What are you doing here?

Just working on this mortise join.

- It's giving me the shits.
- So it should.

But forget it. Today I move out.

Oh, I forgot to tell you,
the bank called.

They said they made some sort
of mistake, so all's good.

But I owe 'em $35,000.

No, you must have paid it
and forgotten.

So, this place is all yours.
Congratulations.

But I never paid them.
No, it's not possible...

Charlie, mate, you can't even
remember to close

the bloody toilet door
when you're doing a crap,

so how would you know
if you've paid the bank?

Just shut up about it.

She made this...

for you.

Beautiful.

Yeah, she was.

This...
This is the work of a small child.

Hello, you.

Wilbur was right.

They buried the bodies in the
foundations of the power plant.

So, you got 'em?

What do you do now...
Write it up and head home?

Maybe I'll stay for a while.

I've met someone, Jack.

Right.

Well, good on you. This one a keeper?

I hope so. I love them.

Hopefully they'll love me back.

Well, they'd be mad not to, eh?

Well, maybe this one'll work out.

- Be cheaper to put him down.
- Much.

He'll probably end up
costing all our winnings.

A fair chunk.

But...

But...

Can't go killing things
just because they're useless.

Everyone deserves a bit of space,
something to chomp on

and a bit of quiet time
to do what they bloody feel like.

Yeah, not much more to it than that,
eh?