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Burn your clothes, everything.
Shoes, socks, undies, the lot.

I reckon you had dinner somewhere
else. What do you think?

Yeah, yeah.

You and the missus?

And the missus, that's right.

You ever had sex with this?

Well, you've got to try it once.

You must be Doyle.

Luke O'Neill, you'll be
partnering up on this one.

Police! Drop the
weapon, drop it.

We're in a months
long operation,

and you have just
royally fucked us.

That's new. A Vietnamese
dealer operating here.

You're here to tell me to
stay away from Kings Cross,

or...

It's not really a choice.

What the fuck did they get?

The whole thing corrupt.

The entire New South
Wales police force?

I have all their names,

80 cops, they take my money.

Hey Nasa!

Nasa Kalouri, Kings
Cross nightclub owner

and alleged underworld
figure, was shot dead

outside his suburban Sydney
home several days ago.

His wife, Arianna
Kalouri, who was inside

at the time of the shooting,

found Mr. Kalouri
bleeding and unconscious

in their driveway after
hearing several gunshots.

Paramedics pronounced
Mr. Kalouri dead at the scene.

Mr. Kalouri's death comes soon
after his explosive TV interview,

where he threatened
to reveal all he knew

- about endemic corruption...
- I should never have let this happen.

He should never have
opened his mouth.

He wouldn't have
followed through, John.

I want to know who.

This is not the time.

We need to keep our heads down.

Get back to work.

You take over as shot caller.

I can't do it, but you can.

Ten times better than any of us.

Then we build a team of our
own, place them in venues.

I've already got
things in motion.

And yeah, we'll still have
to kick up for collections.

But for now we can
take Nasa's share.

Look after Arianna.

You got every little
step all figured out.

Man's body is still warm, John.

It's business, Sam.

You can't let them forget
who runs the street.

Don't worry, they won't.

Talk about overkill.

Not exactly a professional job.

Or that's what someone
wants us to think.

Well, whoever knocked
him did us a favour.

All the publicity means the
pollies in Macquarie Street

won't be able to sit on
their hands much longer.

I say we've got
a couple of weeks

before we have to
declare ourselves.

So, go now, go hard, people.

None of us is
known in this town.

So with a bit of
luck and a fair wind,

this lot won't see us coming.

We're not going to
be very popular,

going after one of the
state's most decorated cops.

Well, it's not too late to
go home to Perth, Lukie.

- I'm just saying.
- I don't give a big

rat's arse who they are.

If they're bent,
they're fair game.

And don't forget their mates,
the ones who paid them off:

the loan sharks, the
racketeers, club owners,

standover men! Happy days.

Come on!

Let's go, let's go! Come on!

Get up! Let's go!

Come on you dog!

He's racing away,
Myra Diva bolts in,

Velocity Liberty second,
just ahead of two time...

Born in Lebanon, Nasa Kalouri

took no time in establishing
himself in Kings Cross,

soon after his arrival
in the late 1960s.

In the wake of Mr. Kalouri's very
public threats to spill the beans,

any one of his erstwhile friends

in Sydney's underworld
could be responsible

for his untimely demise.

Police have so far
refused to comment,

but urge any witnesses
to come forward.

When asked whether Mr. Kalouri's
death may lead to an escalation...

Last of the old school.

He's not that old.

I quite liked him.

You got any smokes?

That dumb Lebo dickhead.

What did he think
was going to happen?

Going on the news to
rat out your mates.

And now he's dead.

I need help!

- Settle down, love.
- Hookers! Can't take a joke.

Okay.

Bastard just punched me.

Do I fucking know you?

I didn't do anything.

You have a good night, mate.

Stop!

Sam, what are you doing?

Sam, stop!

Knock it off, Sam.

Sam! What are you doing?

Sam, what are you doing, stop!

Sam!

Stop!

He's a cop, you fucking idiot!

How bad is he?

Multiple broken ribs,
fucking ruptured spleen,

- he's fucked.
- Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Mate, that's some
serious compensation

or that Sam Ibrahim
is fucking dead.

He's fucking dead.

John.

He's not here.

You need to rectify this
situation very quickly

because there's quite
a few of our blokes

would like a little
chat with Sam.

There's no fuckin' way he's
getting away with this, mate.

I've asked around. It seems like your
cop got exactly what was coming to him.

That's irrelevant.

This is what you need to hand
over to make this go away.

Oh, go fuck yourself.

Go fuck myself?

- Yeah.
- Excuse me?

Your mate can get compo
while he recovers.

Who's going to look
after the girl?

Don't give a fuck
about the girl.

- Of course you don't.
- Oi, John.

We're not fucking asking, mate.

You understand?

Look, why don't you
come back with something

more reasonable, and
then we can talk.

John, given the state he's in,

this is very reasonable.

Go on. Fuck off.

Fucking watch yourself, mate.

Off you go.

Nice night for it
ladies. How are we?

- Good.
- Good to see you.

Be safe out there, okay?

We will.

Love my job.

Where's Sammy?

He's busy.

Yeah, nice driving, dickhead!

Oh, are you fucking kidding me?

Ugh, what the fuck
are they doing here?

Royal Peak Elliot running on,

but under great pressure, and as I
say, this leader is a real mudlark,

and Elliot's the
only danger to him,

and then Our Approval...

Let's go! Let's go!

All Nations, a length
and a half to Elliot,

who's under the whip,
three lengths away,

Our Approval and Royal
Peak, All Nations,

- the boy had to come...
- Come on baby girl.

Elliot's got up to a
half length from him...

I said get up! Get up!

Come on, baby!

Fucking slug.

Elliot drawing away
from All Nations,

long after Royal Peak
and then come up...

Fucking slug.

Sam Ibrahim.

Sam Ibrahim!

- Jesus.
- Yeah, race seven, Lion's Share.

What the fuck happen in here?

Yeah, let's go six grand.

How much?

About six grand.

Good timing.

Have we got new security yet?

Nah, it's just Mullet.

Cheers.

Hey, baby, how you doing?

I just want to hear from you

exactly how this
is going to work.

Because you may have noticed
things are changing out there.

Coke is bringing
the degenerates.

We've got the Viets
rapping on the gate.

Stronger police presence.

This is not the time
to be disorganised.

Our businesses depend on it.

Well, it's going to work the
same way as it did under Nasa,

only better.

So you're Nasa?

I'm me.

And Sam?

Sam's with us.

You sure?

Because I haven't seen
his mug since the funeral.

No, he's good.

He'll run the streets,
handle collections

while I get the new guys in.

We need time to make this work.

But you two, you don't need
to worry about a thing.

I'll deal with Ezra, too.

John, you want to be real
careful with people like Ezra.

I know what I'm doing.

So did Nasa.

Problem at the
front door, Johnny.

Everything will be fine.

You just give me your support,

I'll handle the rest.

Thank you, Frank.

PK.

You boys enjoy your night.

It's a good view.

He's young.

Naive.

He's our best bet.

Hey, if you're at capacity,

then why'd you let
them bitches in?

Ease up, mate.

Look at the size of this cunt.

Hey, fellas, fellas.
Fellas, come over here.

Come here.

I just want to
have a little chat.

Hey, listen, do me a favour.

Tonight's not really your crowd.

Do you mind coming
back another night?

Maybe go to another venue?

Are you fucking
serious cockhead?

Calm down.

Or else what?

Watch out for his gun!

Dave.

Reset, make sure there's
four on the door from now on.

Yeah.

It's like the wild west.

What are you doing mate?

- Johnny.
- Can't be getting into

fights no more, right.

You are one of us now.

Yeah, no, I've got it, PK. Yep.

This is not good
for business, mate.

Thanks Skinny.

What's up?

Some Lebo's dealing blow to
the girls in the Stripperama.

Fuck's sake.

Best quality Mexican,
hundred percent pure.

Only Waali Mansour can get this.

All right.

If it was a hundred
percent pure,

I think you'd be dead, baby.

Relax darling. It just
feels that way, all right?

And then you're reborn.

Who's next?

Ladies, get out.

Come on, come on.

Sam said, gave me the go ahead.

Sam Ibrahim, said
I was good here.

- Piss off, Simone.
- Yep, I'm going.

Split that amongst your girls.

- Dave, get rid of this shit.
- Boom, got it.

Why are you letting this happen?

Where the fuck is your brother?

If he was on deck, none of
this shit would be happening.

It's not good enough, Steph.

Sort it out.

Can I help?

Um...

Ah, yeah.

You do know, don't you?

- Sure, yeah.
- Great.

I'm not like the other girls.

That's cool.

I'm, I'm cool.

Get more bang for
your buck anyway.

If John ever finds out...

He's not going to
hear from me, baby.

Come here.

All right, well
we're a bit early,

so let's just head
up to the Beefsteak,

and then we'll head
down after that.

Ah, fuck, look out,
here she comes.

Charlie's Angels.

Oh fuck, forgot to tell you.

Spoke to a mate of mine, Jeff.

He works in Canberra.
He knows Doyle.

He reckons she's
fucking off tap.

Bit of a maverick.

Yeah right.

Unmarried, never has been.

Possibly a muff diver.

Which is a bit of a shame, because
apparently she's a two pot screamer.

Doyle.

Fancy bumping into you here.

Small world.

Apparently.

You staying around here?

I am.

I like it cheap and cheerful.

There's plenty of
that around here.

Listen, you still
owe us that drink,

and we were going to go
and have a cheeky one

before we go and
see an informant.

You want to come with us?

It's a bit early for me.

Yeah, coffee would
be good though.

Ahhh...

Cosmo?

So here we are.

Scene of the crime.

Thanks.

Lucky shots weren't fired.

It was a pretty heavy crew
you boys were mixing with.

Well, that's the job.

What exactly is
your job, detective?

It's keeping our
ears to the ground

so we can constantly
check the temperature

of the street and see what
these pricks are up to

who would slip their
own mother's throats

if there was a buck in it.

And what's the temperature
like at the moment?

Red hot.

And look, ideally, we always
want to work our way to the top

and then nail them
when we get there.

But clearly with
Nasa, we failed.

Which is a shame. He was
a, he was a good bloke.

If you look past the extortion,
prostitution, and racketeering.

Well, does homicide
have a suspect?

Not that we're aware
of. But it's early days.

Fuck, there's plenty
of competition

who's going to come in and
try and fill that void.

I'd follow the money.

Try and think who's going to
benefit the most from Nasa's death.

Sam Ibrahim would be my bet.

All right, we're going to
go and meet this bloke.

If you need anything
else, just let us know.

And if anything comes to us
from homicide, we'll pass it on.

- All right, see ya.
- See ya, mate.

I don't believe a
fucking word he says.

That's a prick of a job
when you think about it.

Cosying up to crooks?

But like someone's got to
keep their ear to the ground.

He seems pretty good at it.

Sounds like you're
defending him.

Defending who?

Detective Sergeant
Bryan Crellan.

This one's got the hots for him.

John and Sam, the Ibrahim boys.

Crellan's pointing
the finger at Sam.

But apparently Johnny went
from doorman out in Parramatta

to owning three clubs in
the Cross in a heartbeat.

Plus he's opening
another one tonight.

Maybe he won lotto.

Yeah, or maybe he just has
one hell of a work ethic.

He was buddies with
Kalouri as well.

Or enemies. We,
we don't know yet.

So you think he killed him?

Maybe.

The point is, he's ambitious.

He has a lot to lose.

If we push the right
buttons, he might flip.

Maybe bring the whole
deck of cards down for us.

Hey, this must be
the place, huh?

Howdy, brother.

Is your boss home?

He is not ready yet.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

Nobody go inside
until I say so, okay?

Come on, Paco,
don't be like that.

Be reasonable, chief,
you're outnumbered.

Outnumbered where?

There's only three of you here.

- Fellas.
- Hey.

I see you've met Sammy.

Come on in.

Nice to meet you, Sammy.

You have a good one, eh?

Hey, you doing the
tough guy thing, Levi.

We worked the doors out west.

- You'll like 'em.
- Are you sure?

Fuck!

All right fellas,
here's the deal.

Things are changing.

I need guys I know,
and I know I can trust.

Hey, hey, where's Sam and Anton?

Don't worry about them.

You're working with me now.

I'm handling the street.

It's good enough for me.

Good.

Nick, Levi.

I just want you guys
doing what you do best.

Moving between venues,
keeping the peace.

Karate, we all know how
much you love Porky's.

I was thinking it'd make
you permanent at the door.

- Sound good?
- Mm-hm.

Mr. Puck?

Mr. Puck!

You're just in charge of
side kicks to the head.

Reckon you can do that?

Aye!

And we all know that
Dave can't fight.

So um, JT, Tom, and Sam and I

will just look after
everything else.

Guys, there is a massive
power shift happening.

I need us to keep
this circle tight.

It means you only talk openly
with the people in this room.

And Anton and Sam,
if you see 'em.

Now, tonight's the big opening.
So you know, look sharp.

Let's make some money.

♪ Checking if I had
Someone with me ♪

♪ Everybody in the place
Wants to get with me ♪

♪ I see you staring up at
me With your demon eyes ♪

♪ Coming up in here With
your fancy cocktail ♪

Hey guys, let them through.

- Good to see you Johnny.
- Good to see you, too.

Hey, we're taking a photo.

Please, I can't
do this by myself.

Have a good night, huh?

- Please enjoy yourselves.
- Thank you.

I don't have your money yet.

Well, I'm not surprised, since obviously
you went and spent it all on this joint.

This? Deficit finance.

Cash is a whole other thing.

Don't worry, I'll
get your money.

That's good to know,

because Thommo's family
is doing it pretty tough.

Hey Johnny.

This is unreal,
mate. Well done.

Shit, was that a compliment?

Get fucked.

So all these new faces in town,

I hear they're
interested in you.

There's a guy down the road

in the Holiday Inn,
on surveillance.

Every time I leave the
club, I give him a wave.

Elizabeth Doyle, is
the one to watch.

Now, listen if she comes
around asking questions,

mentions my name,
you'll let me know?

I'll let you know.

Have a good night.

Mark.

- How are you John?
- Hey.

Sam, thought we'd
lost you for good.

Yeah, yeah, collection
for upstairs.

It's already been collected.

Who?

John.

John does downstairs.

Well, this morning he did
downstairs and upstairs.

What, he didn't tell you?

Next time, you wait for me.

Take it up with your brother.

I noticed last night.

Who is it?

Could be Jaslyn,
Freddy, could be Deano.

How much are we talking?

I'll catch you later.

Smooth.

Haven't lost your touch
with the ladies, I see.

Huh?

It's good to see you.

You want a coffee?

No.

How you been?

Fine.

I heard you
collected from Steph.

Yeah, I just didn't know
where you were at, so.

Yeah, don't try that again.

Been calling you.

You don't answer.

Where you been?

None of your fucking business.

- Busy.
- Busy?

What with?

Sam, people rely on us now,

employees, customers,
the whole Strip.

I need you here.

Fuck...

- Sounds like an order.
- No, it's not an order, just...

You tell me what you want,

because I've done my bit,
I've expanded the team.

Who?

Levi, Commando Nick, Karate
Steve, Mr. Puck, a few others,

they're all your guys and
they're ready, they're waiting.

Just look, I'm happy to pick
up the rest of the slack,

I just,

there's some shit that needs
sorting is all I'm saying.

Like this cop that you bashed.

His friends are after
you to stitch you up.

It's not funny, they want
to run a scrum on you.

Oh yeah? Well, you can
sort the Jacks out,

it's what you're
good at, isn't it?

I can't help you if I
can't reach you, Sam.

Help me?

Wow.

Look, I know you're
still upset about Nasa.

Don't talk to me about Nasa.

Ew, boss, all good, huh?

Some nice, fresh water here.

Sammy.

Hey Habibi, you should probably
take it easy, yeah, get some rest?

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

You know, we should think about
doing some business together.

There's a fuck tonne of
money to be made, brother,

a fuck tonne and the
stuff is so easy to shift,

just like that.

I mean, maybe that's
why your brother

didn't want me dealing
in Stripparama that time.

Just saying he's a smart
cookie, I'm sure he's in on it.

No way, not John.

Sure about that?

And as for that dumb
fuck, Joey Romano,

the balls on that bloke.

Listen, Sam, all I'm saying
is I've got contacts,

I know people, cuz, I'm
serious, we can compete,

drive Joey out of business.

You've got the skills,
you've got the network,

you've got the respect on
the street, I can help you.

Shit.

Surprise, it's just me.

What do you want?

Um, I-I got you a burger.

I thought you might have
a case of the munchies.

Thanks.

Um, it seems like you're going
through a really rough time

and I just wanted to let you
know that I'm here for you.

I want to help you.

Let's get out of here,

get some fresh air.

Cunni what?

Cuntilingus.

- Lingus!
- I can't fucking pronounce it.

It's because it's
fucking Latin, man.

It's cunnilingus, I told you.

He's fucking Mr. Know
It All, here.

Hey, Johnny!

What's this clicking shit?

Hey, Demi, Demi!

Where are you going?

Um, I'm quitting.

You're what?

Please don't make it
worse, just let me go.

No, no, no, don't, don't give
me that shit, talk to me.

Something happen, someone
do something to you?

No, I just, look, I really
need to get out of this space.

You're in trouble,
you need money?

What's going on?

It's Sam.

What about Sam?

You know, I used to,
I used to really think

he was one of the
best people I know

and now he's just
a fucking cokehead.

Do you know that?

Bullshit.

You're going to lose him,

and I really can't
be around to watch.

- I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
- Demi, Demi, Demi.

Come talk to him.

Please come with me, we
can do this together.

Take care of each other.

Everybody out.

Bro, relax, all right,
we're just doing...

Get them out of here.

Let's go, ladies.

I taught you that.

What is this?

What's wrong with you?

Why, why, how come
everyone's so concerned

about how the fuck I am?

Because this isn't you.

I don't know what
the fuck this is.

You used to be a
dead-set hero to people.

- To me...
- Man, shut up with that bullshit.

Our famous Sam Ibrahim.

The guy who used to bash me
for smoking in mum's backyard,

don't you remember?

Yeah, we're not kids anymore.

Well, what are we then, huh?

We fucking junkies?

People respect you, Sam,
because you're not like this,

- you're a straight shooter.
- Shut up, mate.

You're like an older
brother to a lot of guys.

I said shut up.

You're like a father to me.

I need you back, Sam.

I can't do all this by myself.

I need you beside me.

All this shit, just...

Just stop.

Just stop.

You know, when I was a kid,

I would've followed
you anywhere.

Ah.

Ah, we don't open for
three hours, who are you?

Mr. Ibrahim, sorry to barge
in, Liz Doyle, Luke O'Neill,

we're investigators with
the Kings Cross Taskforce.

You've probably seen us around.

I met you briefly at the
Cosmopolitan back in September.

AFP, right?

Ah, she is, I'm not.

I don't mean to be rude,
but I don't talk to cops,

honest ones anyway.

Well, that's unfortunate
because we're interested

in the murder of your
friend, Nasa Kalouri.

We believe you were one of the
last people to see him alive.

The last person to see him alive
was the person who killed him.

Please, the exit's that way.

What was the last conversation
you had with him that night?

I think it was
about garlic sauce.

Yeah, word on the street is
you're now doing Nasa's work,

shot caller, we've heard
it's pretty lucrative.

It's a classic motive, John.

Do you mind if I call you John?

Can I call you Mary?

So you guys are in
Homicide, really?

We're just looking
into Nasa's murder

in the context of a
wider investigation.

And you think I'm good for it?

Are you?

What was the date again?

Tuesday the 12th of September.

- Time?
- 11:05 p.m.

Yeah, see, Tuesday night's my
poker night, they run late,

so it's unlikely.

We'd just love to have
a good, old-fashioned

chin wag with you,

just get your take
on what goes on here.

Who's up who and why,
how it all works,

the system, the players.

Why Detective
Sergeant Bryan Crellan

seems to be everywhere
the action is.

I told you I don't talk to cops.

Hm.

Catch you later, Mary.

Oh, she obviously
knows every one of us,

who we are, what we do, she's
trying to shake things loose.

She's trying to
fix me up for Nasa.

She closing in on you, is she?

What the fuck does that mean?

Listen, he was our friend,
me and Sam want to find out

who did it just as
much as the Jacks do.

How's Sam doing?

What do you mean?

- He's good.
- Yeah?

Well, I'll tell you what,
you get him sobered up

and get him back to
fucking work, all right?

This place relies on order
now more than ever, John.

So just fucking
pull him into line.

He needs to do his
job, do you understand?

And we're done.

This Taskforce thing.

Yeah. All right.

Oh, you know that
thing we talked about?

Get it done, yeah?

Yeah, mate.

- Well it depends which way...
- He did.

- Well who told you Billie?
- Yes exactly, who told you?

His math teacher...

Luke.

Oh, that fucking smart arse.

Come on, you didn't
really think he did it?

You know what though?

I bet he knows everything
that goes on up here,

just where all the
bodies are buried

and it's just a
matter of putting him

between a rock and a hard place.

Just convincing him his only
rational option is to tell all.

You're never going
to stop the blow-ins,

so why not sanction those of
us who've been around a while?

Sam, let me work the street,

give my guys a place,
some protection.

We'll get two runners per dealer
selling at a bus stop here

and a street corner
there, no overlap.

You keep the shit out,

I'll manage the boys
and pay you a fat cut.

This will create
order, you know,

which solves a big problem
for your dumb brother too.

Mention my brother again
and I'll snap your neck.

Yeah, yeah, no, sure, no.

All I meant was he can
get in the way, of us.

No offence meant.

Habibi you're going to make ten
times as much as you do now.

Yeah, yeah, sounds
too good to be true.

It's 100 percent true.

How are you going to
manage all of this?

Where do you get the product
from, who the fuck do you know?

I know certain people, all
right, I have contacts.

Contacts?

Bullshit, you're
a fucking clown.

No, brother, this is
once in a lifetime.

Just give me a chance, all
right, let me show you.

All right, show me.

All right.

Hey.

So how did you go?

Your meeting?

Yeah, good, he's in, I reckon.

So when do we begin?

Soon I guess, but I haven't
been paid properly yet, so.

Of course, you've done
great work for us.

So how much did we say?

We didn't, but listen,
I swear I can make this

worth your while if you can
make it mine, all right?

I'm like Sam's lieutenant,
he listens to me.

No doubt, you a power player,
that's why we came to you.

So?

A couple of ounces, halas.

Hey, fair is fair.

For your trouble.

But I want a meeting
with him alone.

It's not an issue, I can
arrange anything you want.

All right, he's ready to
collaborate, believe me.

- Thank you, Mansour.
- Yeah, you're welcome, all right.

Hey, keep this up, I'm happy
to be of service, all right.

Thanks, boys.

Yalla.

Hey, boys, boys, boys, boys!

Porky's has got the best
naked meat in the street!

Boys, upstairs at Porky's.

Hey, guys, guys,

we've got glamours,
we've got machines,

we've got everything you need.

Watch this.

- Hey, Buck!
- Good, yeah.

Yeah, Johnny?

Ask him what the numbers are.

No worries, no worries, cuz.

Casey, man?

Yeah, 300, top.

Yeah, Stripperama is
about 300, he says.

No, it's 250, he's
lying, ask him again.

What?

Hey, donkey, don't lie to me!

Did he say something
about your mother?

What, what you
talking about my mum?

Hey, get back to work.

Hey, fellas, fellas,
fellas, fellas!

We've got machines,

we've got everything you need.

Hey, hey, hey, it's
a jungle in here,

watch out, watch out, watch out.

We've got the best
titties in the Cross!

Ezra's here.

Ladies, ladies!

Fellas, fellas, fellas,
upstairs, talking!

Hey, man, hey, over here!

Smiles.

Ah, it's a good day.

Oh, good for you.

I sorted that problem.

Doyle's got nothing, she
can't tie me to Nasa anymore.

I think we've got
our wires crossed.

Oops!

I didn't ask you to do this.

This guy's a nobody,
he's not a threat to us.

Well, he might've
become a threat,

one day.

Better to be safe than sorry.

My mum used to say that.

What do you think?

We'll see.

Hello, mate.

There's a hundred
there, a bit more.

Make sure you get Sam
off the shit list.

You're a good brother, Johnny.

I hope he sees that.

Liz Doyle, has she made
contact with you yet?

Yeah, you're right,
she's looking at me.

She's also pretty interested
in you and your mates.

Yeah, we know, we've
seen it all before.

She's just a lapdog
for politicians,

who think that they
can reform this all

and make front page heroes of
themselves at the same time.

She's looking for a weak link.

- Of course she is.
- She's not your standard Jack.

No.

Something...

different.

Like you said, one to watch.

Johnny, all we have
to do is stay staunch,

keep our mouths shut

and she and her mates
go home empty-handed

just like anyone else that's
ever tried to take us down.

We'll be all right.