All language subtitles for The.Unusual.Suspects.S01E02

Slow down! Jusko po, Sara!

- We need help.
- Slow down, slow down.

Evie, I need to go back!

- Just slow down!
- I had a hat!

- Motherfucker!
- We're OK, we're OK!

Sara...

Oh, come on, Adrian.
There's a name for this.

Yeah. Catch and kill.

I think "extortion" is the
word you're looking for.

Oh, get off your
high horse, Beasley.

If you're not interested, I'll
take 'em to the open market.

Who is going to pay anything
at all for some stupid snaps

of me and an old
mate having dinner?

You know, I thought
that too myself.

Until this frantic phone call.

Frantic?

I mean, I think you need
your hearing checked

as well as your eyes.

Makes me think the word
on the street is right.

Maybe you are on the
verge of a mega deal

with a huge American
corporation.

Maybe you can't
afford a scandal.

Wh-what a delightfully
sordid imagination you have.

- - 50 - K, they're all yours.
- What?

If I hang up, we're
not talking again.

50? Wh-what happened to 20?

New facts come to
light, sweetheart.

Oh, fuck you, you thieving,
blackmailing fuck.

I was trying to save you

from making a complete
cock of yourself

but you can fuck off!

You have to stop doing this.

It's all over, Evie.

Come out now.

- This is not a real problem.
- Yes, it is.

The Americans are
famously puritanical.

They are buying me. They
are buying my image.

And my image is
super-successful,

happily married,
devoted mother of three.

It's just your guilt talking.

No! It is bad.

It's all over, Evie.

Ma'am

you can't give up.

You can fix this.

The only way to fix it
is to buy the photos.

Obviously, that's out.

Fix it another way, then.

You can say it was
a business dinner

that you went up to his room...

That's ridiculous. What
business? He's an artist.

I don't know.
Another story, then.

You can make it
however you want.

OK.

OK.

We need a different
plausible narrative.

What we need is

more photos,

photos that tell
a different story.

I need to legitimise my
relationship with Nick.

What does that mean?

We are working together.

We are doing a show together
in a big, fancy gallery.

And I will be there
and he will be there.

And everyone will see that
there's nothing to see

because Garth will
be there as well.

Garth? Ma'am, this
sounds like a bad idea.

That's the most important
bit for our narrative.

Three old mates. You get it?

This is totally gonna work!

- You're a genius, Evie.
- Ma'am, this was not my idea.

You need to learn how
to take a compliment!

And stop calling me
ma'am. It's Sara.

Come on, we need to get
these photos out there

before these ones - or it
will all be for nothing.

Alright, ma'am

ma'am... Sara.

I'll help you.

But you have to do
something for me first.

This should cover what you need.

There's a shop in Paddington.
I'll give you the address.

Thanks, but you have to sell it.

What?

Word gets out I'm
hocking my handbags,

I might as well let them
publish those photos

and be done with it -
why can't you do it?

They'll think I stole
it from my boss.

Oh! Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

This, we can do something about.

What I desire comes
effortlessly to me.

I manifest my dreams with ease.

It is good to feel good.

I am a super-attractor.

- You always think of yourself first.
- It wasn't me, please believe me!

I trusted you and is
this how you repay me?

By stealing every
dollar I saved?

Disgusting!

- What are you doing?
- My pension fund.

The one you and
Jordan promised me.

The one where all
of my bonuses went.

Is it managed by Jordan?

Mm. So it's all gone.

I worked for you for all
these years for nothing.

I'll be going home to
my family with nothing.

I can't go home with
nothing, Roxanne!

I'll make sure you
get your money!

Ah! I hear you plotting.

- How? It's too late!
- It's not too late. I'm fixing it.

Oh, my God, why did this happen to
me? Why have you abandoned me, Lord?

Amy, stop being a baby!

Good morning, Jeannie.

You two are out to take my
son for everything he's got.

Admit it!

"Admit it!" Well
done. You're so smart!

You heard her, didn't you?

I've got a witness!

Mm.

Try these.

"Kut-chin-ta."
They're delicious.

Mmm.

G'day.

Er, Roxanne?

"G'day".

I'm Gigi, actually.

I'm Dean from Photon
Home Security.

Roxanne made an
appointment with me

to install a safe in the walk-in
robe of the master bedroom.

I'll show you up.

Sweet place.

So who are you, then
- the little sister?

Sure. Let's go with that.

There.

Yes.

What do you think?

Hm?

Don't take my photo.

I just want you to see.

You're not putting it
up on social media?

Do you have any idea what
people give to be on my feed?

Ooh.

Evie, you're a stone-cold fox.

Stop.

Looking the part's only a start.
You have to wear it right.

OK, give me your
best rich bitch.

What is that?

- Sara, I'm sorry.
- Don't apologise to me.

Just be me.

No, that's not it.

That's, like, mean me, like...

I mean... be powerful,

be an unstoppable
force of nature.

Whoa! Evie!

That's it. That's totally me!

- Ooh.
- Yes!

Can I see?

I was being Roxanne.

Oh! Whatever works.

You know, you are very
easy to talk to, Gigi.

You wanna know why?

Because I'm deep.
Like the ocean.

So I bring it out
of other people.

Oh, my God. Of course.
That's why we get along.

He's gay.

You're gay.

I'm... not gay.

What are the nails about?

I like blue.

Besides, rules are
made to be broken.

Lamar.

I know, babe. Bunch of bullshit.

Let me know straightaway
if they sell.

- How'd you go?
- Paid what you said.

- No questions.
- Nice work!

Now let's get over to
Nick's. He's not answering.

Uh! One more stop,
then we do your thing.

But I promise...
I did not do it.

Are you still acting?
My God, you are good.

Let me send this and
wire the money home.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

That is all the information
your sister's gonna need.

How to change the combination,
the warranty and whatnot.

Well, it's safe with me.

You know, this has
been a lot of fun.

I think you'd make a
very good apprentice.

Oh, you'll have to fill
me in on Aussie customs.

Can you date your apprentice

or is that against the rules?

You are full of
surprises, Sara Beasley.

Afternoon delight
AND a new playmate.

Don't be disgusting.
This is Evie, my nanny.

Role play? That's kinky.

I couldn't risk being
seen alone with you.

The paps might be following.

You're not that fuckin' famous.

Clearly, I am. Did
you see my email?

Why don't you just buy them?

"Catch and kill", isn't
that what they call it?

Why don't YOU buy them?

I'm broke.

And what do I care if a few
photos of us get published?

I told you how important
this deal is to me.

If those photos
get out, it's over.

Not to mention my marriage.

Would that be so bad?

Yes, it would.

I have a family. And
I love my husband.

Anyway, I have a plan to fix it.

What plan?

You're having a
show, I'm hosting it.

How will that help?

It will explain what I was
doing with you last night.

What do I get out of it?

A-are you joking?

You-you get so much out of it!

You'll sell work.

I'll reintroduce you to
the Sydney art scene.

Awesome.

I can't wait to leap back into
that cesspit of mediocrity.

You can spray venom all you like

but you know that's
what it's like here.

They'll all be
desperate to buy work

from one of Australia's
most important artists,

just back from a decade
of killing it in New York.

This will be gold for you.

It has to be a
top-three gallery.

Ted Scalia owes me a favour.

That fat fuck! I hate that guy.

- He's every reason why I left.
- He's not fat anymore.

He had the band surgery.

You know it's a good gallery.

Just say "Thank you," Nick.

"Thank you, Nick."

Of course I'll hold.

Ted's totally going for it!

Sara, you sure you
want to do this?

- Nick seems like bad news.
- Oh, he absolutely is.

But he's a great artist.

And all that colour just
helps our narrative.

I mean, who'd believe
I'd fuck that guy?

Alright Beasley. You're
on. Who's the lucky artist?

Nick Parker Smith.

That half-baked hack.

Why would you want to help him?

His recent work is garbage.

Nick's one of our most
important contemporary artists.

His last show was in the
foyer of an office building.

Forget it.

That man is an idiot.

Sells art to people who
know nothing about art.

You're his best customer.

Paloma, go ahead.

One of the tabloids
picked up the photos.

Comes out Friday.

Mm, and, um, Martha called.

The Americans are
sending their offer.

Also Friday.

Right.

Sara, I'm sorry. We
gave it a good try.

What? No! This is good for us.

We'll have our show Thursday,

get our narrative
out there first.

I own a media outlet after all.

Uh, Thursday is tomorrow.

I do my best work
under pressure.

Pressure makes diamonds, Evie!

That guy said no.

I'll do it at home. Our house
is basically a gallery anyway.

I'll invite Martha,

give her a front-row seat
to our version of events.

It's all coming together!

So here's what's gonna happen.

You go back to Nick,
tell him what's going on.

I don't care what he says,
just make sure he falls in.

I'll take care of everything
else. But first take me to work.

I've got an event to plan!

What?

Whatever, it's fine.

I've sent you the money. Okay?

- Now let me speak to my daughter.
- Are you having a laugh?

You're parading around Australia
like you own the place.

What are you talking about?

At her house?

When she gets an idea in her
head, she doesn't fuck around.

Sure, tell her I'm in.

Who was the man outside?

The one who gave you money?

What? Oh!

Just a guy who bought some work.

What work?

There's nothing
here but rubbish.

He already picked it up.

And he paid you
cash the same day

photos of you and
Sara were sold?

Whoa. What a coincidence.

You set the photos
up. It was you!

Sara's a spoilt little
rich girl. She deserves it.

She might let you
wear her hand-me-downs

but she probably pays you less
than she spends on her hair.

I'm going to tell Sara.

She needs a story to
explain the photos

and you just gave her one.

The real one of
how you set her up.

And say what exactly?
That she fucked me, hm?

That's what she's
trying to hide.

I may have created
an opportunity,

but I didn't fake anything.

Those photos are
exactly who Sara is.

Look, you're a good person.

I can see that.

But I know Sara.

She has a way of surrounding
herself with people

who are kinder and more
patient than she is

and then she just sucks the life
out of them through a straw.

Those photos were nothing.

Imagine how much I could get for
something a little more juicy.

Help me,

and there'll be more for
you at the other end.

I'll bet this money could
really help you out.

Let it.

Jordan Waters,

you are under arrest
on suspicion of fraud.

- Is this really necessary?
- Obtaining advantage by disho

- I said I'd come with you.
- You have the right...

You're making a
terrible mistake!

A 200 -K mistake.

Mum, calm down and call Roxanne.

-I don't know what 200
-K you're talking about.

Your husband has been arrested.

What?

Screw it.

I ran into that old
friend of mine - Nick.

He d-does those mad paintings.

Nick who you used
to go out with?

Yeah. Poor thing.

I-I don't think he ever really
got over me leaving him for you.

He fucked up his career.
His whole life, really.

Aww. Poor him.

Don't be mean. It's tragic.

Imagine what it would be like
to be broke and a failure

and ten years older than us.

So I... said we'd help him.

So are we buying one
of his paintings?

Nothing like that! I said
we'd host a show for him.

Here. Tomorrow.

We're having a
show here tomorrow?

Tiny little thing.

OK, so you're helping

your ex-boyfriend
out with his career,

wh..., er, what
about your husband?

Ah, once I pull off this
deal with the Americans

I guess I could invest a bit
more money in your appity-app?

Aw, really, babe, would
you do that for me?

- Mmm...
- Would you?

Uh, I'll get the
kids ready for bed.

Ah, yes!

Right.

Thank you.

- Mum?
- Melanie? Is that you?

- Where's your dad?
- He's with Chanel.

Who's Chanel?

Papa said, "I love Chanel."

She always takes me to the mall.

Er... um...

Darling, there's a special
gift coming your way.

When are you coming home, Mum?

Then we can be
together all the time.

Come home now!

I'm doing something for us...

Going away?

Ollie!

Sometimes I miss you, Mummy.

- Ollie, Ollie, Evie's leaving!
- What do you mean?

Charlie!

But sometimes I
forget how you look.

- Ollie!
- Charlie!

What's that noise?

Er, no, nothing. It's
the kids I look after.

- Evie!
- Oh, Charlie.

You're leaving us?

Charlie, please. I'm on the
phone to the Philippines.

- You can't go!
- We'll all die!

- Evie...
- Why are you leaving? Evie!

Mama, I'm sleepy now.

Please, a bit longer. I'll tell you,
but it has to be a secret, okay?

What on earth is going on?

Evie's going back
to the Philippines.

What?

Hey...

When I come home,

you and I are going to live together
in a new house built just for us.

- Darling?
- We don't need a new house!

OK.

This is so out of line.

I thought we were
fixing this together.

I-I can't talk to you right now.

You can and you will.

You can't carry on
like this in my home,

you can't hurt my kids.

What about my kid, huh?

What about what
you've done to my kid?

You don't have a kid!

Yes, I do!

I have a daughter
whose name is Melanie.

How old is she?

- She's eight.
- That's...

Why didn't you tell me?

- Because you don't care!
- Of course I care.

If I told you, would
it change anything?

I don't know. That's
not the point.

What's the point?

The point is you didn't
tell me you had a daughter.

No.

The point is I spend all
day here and she's not here.

And then I go home and
she's not there either.

The point is

I left her behind.

And I spend all day here

making sure that your kids,

your household,
your husband are OK,

and make sure everything
is OK for them and for you.

But every day she's not
here and I'm not with her.

I am not OK.

Shit, Evie. I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

This is how the world is.

We both abandoned our children.

Sir, I... I...

- I forgot my...
- It's OK, hop on.

Thank you.

Alright, Birdie. Let's
hear your homework.

OK, er, well, it's
not a long list.

- Mm-hm.
- Um...

I've got my legal skills.

- Good.
- I'm a shit-hot lawyer.

Well, I was a shit-hot lawyer.

Um... and then there's
my observational skills.

And I'm good with computers.

- Um, that's it.
- Great.

But how do you want to feel

in this new chapter
of your life?

OK.

I want to feel useful.

I want romance.

And before I shuffle
off this mortal coil,

I want at least one
more proper adventure.

My client will not be answering
any further questions.

Yes, I need some alone
time with my lawyer.

Amazing!

Now I want you to stay
in those feelings.

Dream into them.

Feel your longing for purpose.

What happens now?

We wait.

The answer always arrives.

It often knocks
right on the door.

And when it does, it's
our job to be ready

to step forward and
claim our desire.

Oh, but, remember,

it's not our job to
decide what it looks like.

We simply dream into our
desires and stay open.

Oh, I'll give you an example.

At the moment, I'm
manifesting a new home.

And I love your neighbourhood.

So when I'm here, I bless
it with my appreciation.

Love you, sun! Love you, tea!

Love this moment, right now,

with my new friend in
her beautiful home.

Oh, just take a pick
of the spare rooms.

Oh, Bird... Birdie,
are you serious?

You see! This is
exactly how it works.

I can't believe I told
Melanie about the house.

I'm so stupid. I
ruined my own plan.

What if she tells Modesto?

It's not too late.
You can fix this.

You need to get home first,
before Modesto finds out.

How?

Go back to your boss.

Pretend everything's fine.

Help that Nick guy do
whatever he wants you to do

so you can get the money.

Take it and go home
as soon as possible.

Maybe I should tell Sara...

Fuck Sara!

She doesn't deserve
your loyalty.

Listen to me.

Don't go home to your family with
nothing to show for your hard work.

Like me.

Think of your future.
Think of yourself.

Do it for Melanie.

Thanks so much.

Are you gonna apologise?

Motherfucker!

This is all your fault.

You sent 200 grand from our
joint account to the Philippines!

For Amy.

To make up for her pension
fund that doesn't exist.

You knew?

When did you find out?

I paid Rose Stevens
a visit yesterday.

She told me what you've
done. She told me everything.

Why didn't you talk to me?

I tried. You lied to my face.

- Fuckin' Amy.
- This is not her fault!

Don't try to blame her.
I had to look after her.

Well, you didn't.

The money you transferred
has been seized

and it's triggered all of this.

It looked like we were
trying to flee the country,

for fuck's sake!

You've always been
totally irrational

when it comes to that woman.

Stop putting this back on me.

You've ripped off
everyone we know!

You're being charged with fraud.

And what about me, huh?
What about my reputation?

I'm a businesswoman. I built
my business from nothing!

You built your business on a
loan from me, thanks very much.

And I paid back every dollar.

But it doesn't matter, does it?

Because you own
half of it on paper.

- I'm gonna lose my business.
- Yes, probably.

You promised you would
look after me, Jordan.

- You said those words, you s...
- I was looking after you.

I told you that's
exactly what I was doing.

Well, how? When?

The bloody diamond
necklace, Roxanne.

That was supposed to be
your insurance policy.

You know, like how I said "This
is your insurance policy."

You've blown it.

You'll never be able to
keep a hold of it now.

It'll be seized for sure.

Oh, babe,

you just threw away
16 million bucks.

- What is this?
- They're my sculptures.

What about the paintings?

- Painting's dead.
- I thought it was back.

Yeah, it came back

but then it died... again.

Several times.

My practice evolves, Sara.

I can't be hemmed in

with preconceived
notions about my work.

People love the paintings.

I can't just whip up a painting
and dry it with a hair dryer.

You wanted something today.

This is what I've
been working on.

What are they?

I have been working
with the idea

of the "fallible infallible".

Please don't say that to anyone.

Excuse me, this one's not
gonna fit through the door.

Oh, fuck!

That's why we should be
doing this in a gallery!

It's fine, we'll do it out the
back. It'll be more atmospheric.

Oh, I'll just say it's
about climate change.

Brilliant. See?

Meant to be.

She's the real artist.

Who the fuck are you?

I see you've reached the
food preparation stage

of your "getting
over it" process.

I've always been what you want,
when you want it. Not anymore.

My god, Roxanne, we
used to be friends!

We are friends.

No friend would stand by
and let me lose everything!

I didn't stand by.

But thanks to your little
crybaby act yesterday,

I went off,

and hurriedly sent off
money to your family.

And now I've lost everything.

Jordan's been
charged with fraud.

Well, he is a fraud.

What about me, huh?

Why couldn't you trust
me just a little bit

instead of thinking the worst?

Why didn't you ask me to help?

We could have sent you
home to sort out your visa.

Excuse me! I've been so busy
looking after all your family.

I didn't know they'd
change all the visa rules.

Exactly! We couldn't have known.

God, I am so sick of this story.

How it's my fault,

when all I did was work
hard and build a life here.

Lady, you sell duck
lips to women you hate.

Your husband is a thief.

You're gonna end up looking
after that old bruha

when he's in jail.

Roxanne, your life sucks!

Not the Dolce!

You need some breadcrumbs.

And we're gonna put this
right here and then...

- They're falling off.
- Where are the eco-straws?

How are we supposed to
have a bar without straws?

Outside, in the tubs!

So what do you think?

- We can do better?
- I like this one.

You'll blend with
the fucking statues.

I need all signs
of domestic life

cleared away from my work.

I can't be in the same
fucking space as a barbecue!

I will get Paloma to
give you some interns.

Now...

Nick

this is Garth, my husband.

- The famous Nick.
- Gareth, is it?

Garth.

Sorry... Garth.

Thanks, um,

for doing this.

Sara's a big fan of your work.

Ha!

Funny, I always thought it
wasn't about the work with us.

Why don't you go and get
started on some drinks?

So, Nick, where do you get
the ideas for your art?

I don't have "ideas" as such.

Er, I-I should
really get changed.

And find where Evie is.

- Yeah, where is Evie...?
- I'm here! Oh.

I'm here. Sorry I'm
late. I-I missed my bus.

Don't worry about
it, it's all...

- How are you?
- Oh, I'm good.

- Good.
- I'm great.

- Good.
- How are you?

Good.

Um... where are the kids?

Somewhere.

Er, do you need me to take this?

No, no, no, no. There's
interns to do that.

Er, Nick? Help me with this?

Yeah, sure, Evie.

I'd love to help you move a
heavy case of booze outside.

I mean, that's what
artists are for, right?

- What are you doing?
- Hm, I needed to talk to you.

- What do I need to do?
- Act fucking normal!

Jesus, Evie, you're
gonna blow this

before we get out of the gate.

Calm the fucking farm.

I'm so sorry. I forgot
what he was like.

No, it's alright, it's alright.

It's funny, isn't it?

I always thought you
still had a thing for him.

But he really is... awful.

Hmm.

So, what do we do?

This is what will happen. We're
going to clean ourselves up.

Then we're getting glammed
up like Catriona Gray.

And we're going out!

Like we used to.

Yes, sis.

God, who's gonna clean this up?

Gigi, of course.

Where is that cheeky girl?

Gigi!

Gigi, come here!

GIGI!

Oh, beautiful.

Thank you, guys. Have
a drink, enjoy the art.

Can you watch them for a second?

You were right.

This was a stupid idea I didn't
think through properly at all.

Hm, maybe I wasn't right.

No, you were.

I think I might be
a terrible person.

Mm.

You have a few good points.

Wish me luck.

- Martha, welcome!
- Hello.

- Mwah!
- So wonderful you could come.

What a darling idea, opening up
your beautiful home like this.

Oh, it's just a casual little
soiree we threw together

that we've been planning
for quite some time.

OK. Meet my indispensable
genius, Evie.

Of course. "Love your nanny!"

- Oh, you must meet my family.
- Oh.

Garth!

Garth, come here
and meet Martha.

Hi! I know your face.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too, yeah.

Yeah, I...

I need you to
distract the husband.

He's obviously picked up on.

Sara's intense sexual
obsession with me.

You're not having second
thoughts, are you?

Evie...

I'll do it, OK?

Nick, get in here!

So it all boils down

to a big misunderstanding
with the police.

I've tried to hold it in
out of respect for you

and your lifestyle choices.

When have you ever
held anything in, Mum?

I don't know what
it's going to take

for you to see the woman
for who she really is.

Mum, I know exactly
who Roxanne is.

And I know she's way too
good for either of us.

I didn't do it. Why would
I steal from my own family?

- Wait, what?
- No!

- On three!
- Whoo!

You know, it's not often life
matches up with the brand.

You are the real deal, Sara.

I just love how much you
Americans celebrate success.

You won't believe it but
there are people in this town

who will take any
opportunity to bring me down.

I've had my dark
days, going it alone.

Not anymore.

Here's to

here's to strong
women rising together.

Ah, together.

Garth, could you help me?

Sara needs me to get the
chairs out of the garage.

Why? No-one sits
down at these things.

What that woman wants,
that woman gets.

- True, Garth?
- Er...

Oh, hi, excuse me.

Could you help Evie get
some chairs out, please?

- Sure.
- There you go.

Thank you.

Fuck!

Look at all this!

- Not bad, is it?
- It's great. Look over there.

Look at that.

Hello. I'm Jordan. I feel
like we've met before.

Yes, I work for you.

She's your cleaner
for Christ sakes!

Mum, please. Excuse her.

I am your cleaner.

Oh, don't be coy, Jordan.
You know all about cleaners.

Sorry, Birdie?

Cleaning people out, taking
them to the cleaners.

I could go on.

That was just a big
misunderstanding.

Soon to be cleaned
up in a court of law.

Excuse us, we need a drink.

What are you doing?

This is a fictional assignment.

No, I had to do it or
Sara would be onto me.

Put those chairs in the garage!
You're ruining the feng shui.

You guys, we did
it. It's working!

Martha is eating
it up with a spoon!

We just have to unveil this
art and we are home and hosed!

- Come on, Nick.
- Right behind you, Sara.

Hello, Marth!

I've had enough of you
running interference.

Take this and dump the
contents on Sara's laptop.

- What is it?
- It's malware.

It'll give me access
to her hard drive.

I'll find out all her
secrets. And her nudes.

Do it, Evie.

Remember... no
results, no rewards.

So.

Without further ado.

I would like to present
Nick Parker Smith's

very new, very now,

very exciting sculptural works.

You know, Sara, before we do,
I'd like to say a few words.

Oh, come on, Nick,

you always say talking
about art is bullshit!

I think she's afraid of
what I'm gonna say, folks.

Oh!

Speech, speech, speech.

Full disclosure, Sara
and I used to go out.

Leaving this woman,

for New York for
my so-called career

was the dumbest thing I did.

And I've done a
lot of stupid shit.

I always thought that
I would get over her

and that she would get over me.

In fact, she told me
that she was over me

when she rang me to tell me
that she was getting married

a few months... after I left.

I was knee-deep in
Colombian cocaine

and American pussy back then.

Sad to say, it
hardly registered.

Sometimes you have
to learn to live

with the mistakes
that you've made.

Sometimes they are just
too big to cover up.

This show is a
tribute, a soliloquy,

a raging against the
dying of the light.

Because, folks, that is
what we came here for.

To live, to love,

to fuck it all up.

To have it all for a second,

and then to lose it again
in the blink of an eye.

Ah, fuck it.

Show 'em!

I give you.

Detritus!

A love story.

So... what do you think?

Wow. Smoky Mountain vibes.

Oh, er...

Oh, my god. Did you see
them, the sculptures?

Ted Scalia was not joking.

I need to tell you
something. It's about Nick.

I made a big mistake.

Oh, you didn't fuck
him as well, did you?

That would be a big
mistake, trust me.

I didn't think your
plan would work.

So when he offered me this.

I took it.

I'm so sorry, Sara.

Wow. It's so... poignant.

It's garbage, you fool!

You get it. You have
a discerning eye.

Nick Parker Smith.

Jordan Waters.

Brutal man, brutal.

You got me right in the feels.

You know, work like
this is an investment...

I'm in investment.
We should talk.

- Oh, let me get you a drink.
- Bloody cheers, mate.

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

Whoo!

Mabuhay, bitches!

Jordan!

What are you doing?

Thought I may as well
get some wear out of it

before the Feds take it.

That is my necklace!

You have stolen my
diamond necklace.

I most certainly
have not! Jordan?

I don't wanna hear another
word out of your mouth!

You are nothing more than a
gold-digging mail-order bride.

You witch!

I'm not a gold-digger,
I'm the fucking gold!

You fucking bitch!

You... utter... bastard!

You tried to turn
my nanny against me.

This is an excellent
Aussie party!

How could you?

I did all this for you,
you talentless turd.

You did it for yourself,
Sara. You wanted it.

Just like you wanted me.

Ooh!

Don't you fucking
laugh, you fucking...

I'll put it in the
safe for you, Mum.

The number you have
called is currently...

Well, we succeeded in
changing the story.

No one's gonna give a shit
about those shitty pap shots.

Not when there's this.

Maybe the Americans
will up their offer

when they see Twitter tonight.

I'm trending.

I don't think so.
I saw Martha leave.

Maybe I can split the
bribe money with you?

No!

No, no. You earned that
money. That's all yours.

How much was I
worth, by the way?

Three thousand.

Wow.

That hurts.

What are we going to do now?

"We"?

Maybe Nick bought you a
few more weeks of my time.

Well, there's only
one thing left to do

in a situation like this.

Forget our problems by
getting good and drunk.

Do you drink, Evie?

Mmm.

Er, thanks for the
change of clothes.

Oh, don't go, Roxanne.

We're always saying
we're gonna have a drink.

Now's our chance.

Come, have a drink.

Mm.

Mm.

I don't think we've
properly met. I'm Sara.

I'm Amy.

Thank you.

Oh, and this is Evie, my nanny.

- No, we know each other.
- Very well.

- Oh, you do, hmm?
- Mm-hm.

I see you ignored my advice.

Too good for this world, Evie.

Sis, Modesto found out.

You didn't tell her, did you?

No!

Yes. I know everything, Sara.

All the nannies know everything.

No, you don't. No, I didn't.

I'm broke. I'm going
to lose everything.

No, sorry. I've already
lost everything.

Join the club!

- To losing everything!
- Yeah.

Well, I can't drink to that.
Unlike you, I really have.

You need cash? You
could sell that bag.

- We know a place in Paddington.
- I know the shop.

But ten grand, how's
that gonna help?

Did you see the rock
I was wearing tonight?

That thing's worth 16 million.

Ooh, shit.

If you need cash,
you should sell that.

Of course you would
suggest that, Sara.

I'm not a criminal,
I'm a businesswoman.

Who said anything about crime?

And what do you mean,
I would suggest it?

You are always trying to
get something for nothing.

Why do you think I have to
babysit you at the clinic?

My girls can't say no to you.

Oh, wh...

That's not stealing.
That's good business.

That's persuasion.

Oh, sure, I'll just persuade

my deeply racist mother-in-law

to return to me the very
expensive family heirloom

my husband gave me
without telling her.

Yeah, that'll work.

Oh, fuck that.

Well, if that's what happened,
then you should steal it.

Well, Jordan stole everything from
us. It's only fair, an eye for an eye.

I'm not a thief.

We've always done the right
thing and where has it got us?

In absolute shit.

Hey, if you're gonna do this,

I want a commission,
because it was my idea.

Stop it.

No-one is stealing anything.

That's right, Evie.

We are taking back what
is rightfully Roxanne's.

You know what - I don't
want a commission.

If we're gonna do this, we're
all in on the ground floor.

Four-way even split. Split
the risk, split the spoils.

God, you really are a natural
at this kind of thing.

Oh, my God!

Sara is infecting all of
you with her crazy plans.

Crazy plans? I am
great at plans!

W-Wh-what?

Come on. You said that plan was
going great until I fucked it.

So, OK, so maybe I shouldn't
be in charge of the plan.

Well, we'll all come up
with a plan together.

After all, we have the
ultimate inside man.

Sorry - woman.

Four million dollars, Evie.

Each.

Think about what you
could do with that.

Stop her.

Trust me, once Sara gets
going it's hard to stop her.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Evie, think about it.

You could finally get away from
your good-for-nothing husband

and bring Melanie here to live.

You could buy a house here. You
could have a brand-new life.

Yeah.

We need this, Evie.

You need this. Maybe
the most of all.

Come on, Evie. We need you.

You're the straight man.
You're the sensible one.

Gonna keep the whole
thing on track.

I can't do it without you.

And you know I'm gonna do
it. So what do you say?

Um...

Yes!

Girls!

Jesus Christ! Birdie,
what are you doing here?

Oh, I, um... ..left
my specs behind.

When do we start?

What are you bringing
to the table?

A lifetime of legal expertise.

I'll keep you out of jail.

Two million apiece.

You can still do a
lot with two million.

A minute ago, I was
getting four million.

My point exactly.

I know useful things like

you'll never get full
whack for a hot necklace.

And, anyway, it's about
time someone around here

stuck it to the man.

Yes!

Oh, my God. I've never
done this before. Oh, wow.

Someone give our lawyer a drink.

Oh, I felt so nervous.

- Welcome.
- Oh.

Game on, molls.