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Max is leaving...with the kids.

It's long overdue, Marty, you moving into "H".

Number one China White,

87 to 93 precent pure.

Primo.

I wanna rethink my situation in New Zealand.

You gonna cut Marty out of that market?

When does Andy and Marty know this?

When he does need to find out,

he won't object.

You can fit more heroin

in a bloody boat

than you can fit in a fuckin' suitcase.

End of discussion.

You can't keep on like this.

Do you know how much it costs?

I know how much it's going to cost you...

everything!

He dumped my cans. A million bucks.

That's a million bucks.

How you enjoying working for Terry, Jim?

I reckon you'll find him a generous employer.

He can afford to be.

With all this bloody smack.

For free.

Rosy.

It didn't matter which side of the fence you were on.

Max? Hello?

Good guys, bad guys.

Drugs seem to be an expensive ticket

to relationship hell.

Just stop using it, right off.

Terry, I was help...

You bring it into the fucking country! You don't use it!

Do you understand?!

You're fucking finished!

After Terry had done Julie Fieldman,

he'd taken Alison Dyne as his mistress.

And while Alison and Terry pursued their own carnal pleasures,

Julie continued to develop an even

grander love affair...

with smack.

Before long,

Julie and her new beau, Greg Ollard,

had attracted the interest of the Federal Narcotics Bureau.

That made them dispensable.

No!

Their disappearances in Oz meant nothing

in Marty's world.

They weren't even a blip on his radar.

Not yet...anyway.

It had taken a major effort

for Marty to clean up his act

after the Compira Mauru disaster.

All that smack...down the gurgler.

Terry, working out of Oz, was top dog now.

And that wasn't a situation Marty was prepared to put up with

for long.

There's a girl at the warehouse who says your black mollies have come in.

I'm off for Sydney.

Got a couple of containers of Philipino furniture jute.

You alright?

I'm waiting on a consignment, too.

Push her hard, little brother, don't you reckon?

A lot of dominos would have to tip over

before Marty'd get his shot at the top spot again.

And they would.

"Pommy" Harry was the first one to go.

Just two kilos arrived.

I'll call the courier.

Good.

And that...woman's here.

Have fun?

Marty had replaced Bonnie with Marieke.

Harry and Big Ari had jumped ship from Marty to Terry.

And Terry?

He was still running a nice little sideline,

importing Thai sticks.

Thank you.

A message came from Sydney as well.

Harry Lewis got arrested.

That's cool, man.

I mean, how much did he even know about our Sinagpore operation?

I don't bloody know.

Well, what does he know about England?

Nothin'.

England's tighter than a fish's bum.

Look,

my man said it was a minor bust, but that's weed.

Thai weed.

Not our weed.

"Pommy" Harry's still sitting in an interrogation room, isn't he?

I'm not giving you any names.

Shit!

It's more than my life's worth.

Just relax.

Have a snort.

Don't worry about that.

It's always your answer.

Every time things turn to shit, you start shoving shit up your nose.

This isn't going to go away, Andy.

Hey, boys.

Shake a leg. We're late for dinner.

They won't hold the table.

Yeah, come on. It's our last night here.

Not a problem, OK. Business.

Hey. Enough with the tone.

You work out your problem

and me and Deb'll go on to the restaurant.

Come on, babe.

What?

Yeah?

When?

You sure?

Pay it!

OK.

Good.

OK.

They organized bail.

You see.

That calls for a bottle of Dom.

Unfortunately for Harry,

Terry Clark didn't see his release

as cause for celebration.

What kind of a deal?

Depends on what you have to give us.

You see, Harry had been arrested

in Oz on May the 13th.

And eventually got bail

because he'd mentioned Terry's name in

connection with the Thai sticks in his Y-fronts.

Within days, the Aussie Federal Narcotics Bureau

opened a file on Terry Clark

and...surprise, surprise...

Terry, somehow, found out.

The rest, as they say, is history.

and so was Harry.

The dominoes had started to tumble.

Terry turned out to be the second one,

only he didn't cop a bullet.

Cops arrested him in Brisbane,

found a firearm on him.

And just between you and me,

might have been the one that offed Harry.

Let's hope they don't find poor old Harry's body, then.

- Join the dots. - Bastards took me in, too.

I knew all they could stick on me was

possession of funds obtained unlawfully.

I skipped bail.

I'll be running things in Oz now.

Till Terry gets things sorted.

How'd they come to arrest him?

Just bad luck, really.

Unless you're Doug Wilson.

Him and Isabel got bloody lucky.

Terry was takin' 'em up to Brisey for a little holiday...

cruise.

One-way ticket, I reckon.

Which is "why the gun".

Ah, they've been hittin' the shit a little too hard lately.

Loose cannons.

So, I reckon Peter decided it was time they went off.

And then, bugger me,

before he could light the blue-touch paper

then stand well-back, the bloody cops turn up

at the motel we're all staying at.

That is unlucky.

Terry'd registered under a false name.

Yelka Peterson.

So the cops get called,

find a whole lot of cash. Plus the gun.

And now the Wilsons have cracked themselves and dogged on Terry.

He won't be going anywhere for a while.

Every silver lining has a cloud, heh?

My deepest sympathies to Terry.

And mine.

I was as happy as Marty.

If Terry was on a murder charge in Oz, he could really be squeezed.

Hang on.

We want him in our pot, don't we?

Bloody O.

Then we have a shot at Marty Johnstone.

All we really that small-minded?

The objective is to shut down this drug trade.

If the Aussies find out the man they're holding

for "Pommy" Harry's murder,

is involved in an international drug ring,

they can squeeze him.

That way Marty's goose...Sorry, Goose...

Marty's bird...

is well and truly cooked.

Yeah, but we don't get a taste of the gravy.

Make the bloody phone call.

I already put in a request to go over there.

And I've already pushed it through.

You're on a flight tomorrow.

And you, Carole.

Ladies and gentlemen, the dominoes are toppling.

Cool.

Nineteen.

Boyfriend OD'ed back in '75

and she's been on the game ever since.

Did a good job on herself, didn't she.

OD'ed AND slit her wrists.

Jesus. We can't print that picture.

Bitter harvest...sub header.

It'll shake things up.

It'll have people chundering in their cornflakes.

Try pull the details on your, what do you call it?

Mr. Asia story?

That'll shake people up enough.

At least we got a print.

Where'd you get that?

My source at the cops.

It's a pain.

They got the same agenda as us.

They can't make charges unless they have hard evidence.

and we can't print a word in case we screw up their investigation.

That is bullshit.

OK, we've spent a year on this story

and in the meantime...

These bastards are ???? it.

We should nail the pricks.

You've got to be kidding.

I'm sorry.

And yet, behold, it had come to pass

that the prince of ???? was discovered on the national database

in the land of Oz, and verily,

Mr. Clark was found to have skipped bail across

the ditch in '76.

So, he shall be shipped back to Arotarod

to face the bail and drug importation charges here.

Minor though they may be.

While murder charges in the land of Oz

lay up in the air.

Despite the glorious singing

of brother Doug and sister Isabel. Here in, is the lesson.

And the lesson is?

That there's something rotten going on in Queensland.

Or New South Wales.

I don't believe this.

Terry was now being shipped back home to face minor charges.

The leverage we'd had over him in Oz...had gone.

I wasn't even getting to go.

The Aussies know what's at stake here?

Yeah.

We laid it all out: dates, names, timeline.

On top of Wilson selling out

Clark gave us a change of getting him to dog on Marty.

Then they spring this on us.

Well, at least this way, Terry Clark will be back in your pot.

What? To face minor charges?

How are we meant to squeeze him?

Oh, please, Terry. Would you plea up. It'll make our lives so much easier.

So bloody close, damn it.

There goes your little trip away.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Nothing.

This is about the job, and that's all.

Clark is a conduit to Johnstone,

a direct line in ???? and transpacific trade.

- We could rip this off. - Fine!!

Take it easy. It was just a joke.

OK. OK.

We're disappointed, all pissed off. Let's not get up each other.

Yeah, well, some of us have already done it.

Big mistake.

My round, is it?

Yeah, give my best to Leila and Freddie.

Yeah, I'll be over to sort out the next runs.

Thanks, Kellos...OK...back on track...bye, mate.

England?

Sounds like fun, haven't been to London for ages.

Flying visit, angel.

You stay here and enjoy yourself.

I'll leave you some funds.

What?

Sell tropical fish by the kilo, do you?

Fish food, you do.

And what I don't know can't hurt me.

You see anything you like in the mag?

You should buy it.

This isn't an article.

It's a series of articles.

Yes, you're absolutely correct.

Cause this isn't just a series of articles either, is it?

It's a timebomb.

Soon as we go to print, it goes off.

So, before that happens, I want to make sure we're not taken out in the blast.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means you go over every detail,

show me and the lawyers you can back up your story, all of it.

- Keith, we've already gone through... - Come on, ????...

It also means Sue arranges a

quiet meeting with police bosses and

informs them of our intention to publish.

And it means...

you rewrite this

so when we do go to print,

it's minus names.

That's bullshit, Keith.

- But the boys are running the story... - It's three years worth...

The story runs my way.

Now, I want to know the moment you and the lawyers are done with your chats.

Let's get crackin'.

When the Auckland "Star" story eventually hit the street on August 16th,

Terry Clark was in remand in Mt. Eton.

Command was "in the know" about the article,

but hadn't bothered to tell the troops.

And, in Singapore...

Marty must have been shitting his pants.

Poor old Marty.

Why didn't they name names?!

Go the whole hog!

We look like dicks, anyway.

It's obvious who they're talking about,

Marty bloody Johnstone! So say it!!

They can't, I guess.

Mustn't slander his good name.

I need a smoke.

Hey!

I told you the organization gonna get back at us.

Only one bomb hoax this week. We're getting off lightly.

While the newspaper was reaping the rewards,

Terry, still in jail,

was keeping his finger on the increasingly shaky pulse of his business

via his girlfriend.

How is he?

Terry?

Worried?

This case?

The operation.

Unpaid couriers again,

They're in a panic...crushing.

Things falling apart,

your UK end compromised a plan or two.

You seeing the picture, Marty?

Are you safe, or too safe?

Nah.

Nobody can touch me here.

And tell you what...

I won't be gettin' back to India for a bit.

Those Janizers,

smarter than your average bear.

So you're not back on the product then?

Never been the problem.

And the operation's all under control.

Terry's the one who's fucked up,

and I'm bearing the load as a result.

You can tell him that.

When you visit him in jail.

Tell Terry he's stoned all the time. Again.

Tell him he's ripped us off a hundred thousand.

What? Off his ????

Some of it. Sure.

OK.

I'll speak to him.

We'll keep instructions coming from Mt. Eton. Run things that way.

Got those full couriers in place?

So...we look to the ????

And more.

Load up the mules.

But don't use Piak.

He's Marty's supplier, and Marty's out.

Piak and Marty won't be pleased.

Piak and Marty can fuck themselves.

You can quote Terry on that.

Terry didn't need quoting.

Marty'd find out anyway.

Just as Marieke

would find out the real nature of the Singapore operation.

An operation which...

despite the headlines...

seemed to be rapidly going belly-up.

You assholes!

A quarter of a million dollar deal, and you cut me out?

It's not my decision. Terry's!

Terry's in jail, in Auckland.

- Somebody's got to run things. - ME!!

I'm running things here AND in the UK.

Jimmy Shepherd's running Oz.

Jimmy Shepherd's just a caretaker.

Terry's still boss!

They did the biddage over me.

Yeah?

Even from jail?

Maybe.

Orient this!

You work for me.

I work for who pays for me.

And you're a long way behind, Marty.

Up, down, up, down. People get sick of the ride.

Terry got a good lawyer.

He'll be out soon.

And he was.

Too much time had passed,

and Clark's lawyer, Peter Williams,

was a smart cookie.

So was his assistant...Karen Stosshetch.

But ever smart people can't choose who they fall for.

And Karen falling in love with Terry Clark

was a case in point.

Thank you for the back up in three.

Well, I think justice has been done, don't you?

While they celebrated...

we commiserated.

He's not even being shipped back to Oz

to face the "Pommy" Harry charge.

I know...I know.

Bloody crazy.

The Wilsons have sung loud enough to drown a...

And therefore, similarly...

- Choose this. - Naughty.

I don't do it on purpose, you know. Getting pissed.

It just makes me so bloody angry, you know?

I know.

You need...

to get some sleep.

We can't do this.

No...

you can't.

This isn't really fair for you to start something.

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

Max "de facto"'s crazy leaving you.

This is the best way you can think of spending Christmas?

Have you met my family?

This is bliss.

Terry planning on spending on his ill-gotten gains, you reckon?

- Holiday on the Riveria, next. - Ooh!

Scandalous.

Come to dinner, mates, will you.

Me?

They're getting death threats as well as bomb hoaxes.

I promised them I'd look into it.

Well...least you could do.

Well, we got some good results out of that back-off.

What? A bloody Parliamentary Sub-committee?

Don't knock the brilliant Barry Brill, mate.

They get those listening powers yet, then we can deal with these buggers.

Denison's getting married.

He says that he needs the money you promised for repairs on the boat or

he can't deliver money for shipment.

A pox, Davie. Pox!

I've got bigger things in the pipeline.

And until they come out,

it's zero cash flow.

I can't be worrying about

cross and mooses,

pots and furniture.

So why put me in charge of a business you can't fund?

I'll fund it when I can, OK?

John bloody Sheridan just lost me two million dollars.

And Jack Choo cut me out of a two hundred and fifty grand business deal.

Take all your clients in Sydney

and tell them to wait.

And leave supplies in Jakarta

and tell them to sit on their chairs

and their pots until you say otherwise.

All fished out?

What're you doing in Singapore, Ari?

I believe in dealing face-to-face...

just like you used to.

I won't be needing you anymore.

You see...

that's where you're wrong.

I was the one employing you.

You can tell your new employer

I'm regrouping.

If he knows his business,

he might want a piece of what I can offer.

Primo, old chum.

Absolute fuckin' primo.

All he had to do was work out how to get it.

While he worked on that,

we were busy, too.

We had a win when we arrested Alison Dine.

Screw you!

Which should have meant another crack at Marty.

But a loss when she made

bail and skipped on a false passport

as expected, because

although the legal system was starting to think drugs were

important, the courts still

didn't have the teeth to bite

these bastards hard enough.

Kids must have loved their present.

New Year's and they're still playing with it.

They'd rather have you.

- When ya comin' up again? - Oh, I don't know.

Give you a call later in the week. I'll have a better idea by then.

Do you have a list of jobs unfinished, Max?

It doesn't cut me off.

It doesn't put me in danger.

I have to do this!

Might just go and play with the kids for a bit longer before I go.

They'd like that.

I'll take a walk.

- Maybe we could... - I'll take a walk.

They see enough of me. Be back in twenty.

The job was far from done.

Terry Clark was tidying things up in Oz

Just like he'd planned before his arrest.

Doug Wilson and his sweetheart

wouldn't be found until a month later, but

even so,

on the Easter friday they were killed,

Terry made sure he was dining

at the Wentworth Hotel

with witnesses.

Oops...bloody bad luck, isn't it?

Happy Easter.

Dig in.

At this point, though, both Easter

and the murders of Doug and Isabel Wilson

were a good month down the track

and they can't be counted in the row of dominoes.

The next real domino fell

when a bush walker discovered a corpse

near Port McQuarry, over in Oz.

No hands, smashed face.

It turned out to be "Pommy" Harry.

Finally have something on those death threats we got?

Still next to nothing.

All made from public phone boxes.

You've had three months.

Well, so has Barry Brill and this bloody sub-committee.

So the post office is still the only organization

in the country authorized to listen in on phone calls.

Until that little thing changes, these bastards can threaten you all they like.

So, what do you want then.

This body in Oz.

You know, and we know, Angelo Ed Spinozus is "Pommey" Harry Lewis.

And it continues.

We still have to publish without names.

- Why? - It's a pain in the ass. - Why?

Everything fits.

Time in the ground, build, age.

It's a perfect time to chuck a cracker in the bonfire.

I suggest you get some balls.

It's not about testicular fortitude, Ben.

It's about proven facts.

OK. OK, here's a proven fact.

It's an architectural firm.

Check it out.

Check out projects up in the Bay of Ireland.

For?

I don't think drug dealers should be able to launder the

proceeds of crime in paradise, do you?

We run it through our mill.

There's something else, too.

I got a call.

A woman who wants to know if this unnamed

body she keeps reading about in your paper

is her brother.

It's not.

Harry Lewis doesn't have any relatives living here.

No.

But this bloke does.

Greg Ollard,

his sister's name is Charmaine Holwedder

She says Greg's always reckoned Gary

Majors's another cog in your Mr. Asia's thing.

So, Greg's in the know.

Which means he's involved.

OK... And?

And she said he's gone missing.

Along with his girlfriend...

Julie Fieldman.

- She used to go out with... - Terry Clark.

Shit!

Maybe you just dragged two more dead bodies out of the woodwork.

Like I said...

Dominoes.

Now, Julie and Greg WERE blips on the radar.

For the blokes at the "Star",

it meant a whole new phase in their investigation.

For us,

it brought a realization that the balance of power

had been shifting for a long time.

And when the Wilsons' bodies were finally unearthed

in May, it seemed clear to everyone that,

prove it or not, Clark

probably had some of that sand behind his fingernails.

A power struggle was underway at the top of the pyramid.

And it was coming to a head.

Soon, another domino'd fall.

And this one would bring down the whole shebang.

He cut us both out.

And we'll stay on the out unless we

do something that blows him away.

Primo.

- Okay. - Think you can swing it?

I can try.

But you need the cash.

Can you swing that?

Not a problem, mate. Not a problem.

So long as Marty could keep it gold in England.

It's a bugger.

One we just can't make go away.

So, she's been at this thing as twice since we split.

Keep having to put my Rach on eye.

Kinda get suspicious, you know.

Nothin' changes.

Hey, how's your brother?

Back in Sydney, doing OK.

Problem is, they're shipping more furniture than anything else now.

He hasn't got a clue. Still thinks it's all legit.

You thinkin' of goin' that direction, are ya?

Too many bubbles in champagne, mate.

Hi, everyone.

Marty.

Hey, babe.

???? sent us to see you.

Julie, this is Marty.

Marty, my friend, Julie.

Hue...hi.

So...

you're the six million dollar man.

The one they named this little sweet child after.

Change of spelling, though.

"i" instead of a "y".

Julie won a beauty pageant, you know, Marty.

I won a heat.

- Didn't even make the finals, actually. - What?

The judges must have been crazy.

- Hi. - Come here.

But it had to be business before pleasure.

And Marty's business was with his UK distributors,

Freddie and Leila.

I haven't got a cent.

It's an investment.

Fifty grand.

You sure I'm ????, Marty?

I'm accessing your source.

Creme-de-la-creme, Freddie.

The cost went up a notch.

I'm asking for a show of good faith. So?

Well...

you've always come up with the goods before...

eventually.

Just not recently.

Been quiet.

Oh, Freddie...about respect.

You've done OK out of us.

Fifty grand?

In advance.

It'll take a while.

A week.

And I need it in Singapore.

How we supposed to get it to you in Singapore?

Fuckin' bank transfer?

I'll take it over.

OK?

Done deal?

Maybe.

I got a call...from Terry.

What, here?

What's that prick want?

To bury the hatchet, he says.

Sure he does. In my head.

You guys seen this over here?

Remind you of anyone?

He's under the pump.

Maybe.

But what doesn't? It's business as usual in Oz.

- They're rolling in cash. - Heh?

You try scoring money up-front.

Mick, come on.

We've been together a long time.

We bleed the same.

I can put the cash together for this.

Use the fifty to float the rest.

At what interest?

Piss off, Andy!

If Terry Clark wants to bury the hatchet, talk to him.

Suggest he fronts the rest of the dough to Pete Wilson.

He stole New Zealand from us,

and now you want to give him a foothold in our UK operation.

Look, we negotiate a good-faith cut,

use him to push this deal through,

and split up again in the profits.

It pays the organization, but goods just us.

The syndicate would piss him off out of it.

Oh, I like that.

You hear about the Wilsons?

"Pommy" Harry's not Robinson Carusoe when it comes to taking a bullet.

Aye.

Terry's a vicious prick.

Which is why you need to negotiate a peace deal now.

Get the phone call, man. And no interest.

Marti's in bed, finally.

Enjoy it, did you?

Rockabye, baby.

Boys like her too, huh?

I'll make that call.

When you come over, maybe Julie'd like a trip, too.

A trip...where?

- Singapore, - Yeah!

What happens in Singapore.

What else you do in Singapore?

You don't wanna know, angel.

Quarter of a million.

It's a big hitch that you're bearing.

But I'd fuck it up, Marty.

Hey.

Nobody's arrested me, yet.

We both know that's not true.

And even if it was...

there's always a first time.

Maybe true.

You'll get your cat and your money back.

I'd better.

We are back in business.

Drink up.

Freddie and Leila must have been pleased.

For having to front the fifty.

Aye, Fred was so excited, he stopped

eatin' for a second.

Marty!

Not your regular table.

We usually take a booth.

Is that right, love? The boobs are occupied.

Business meeting?

Pleasure most...

and lots of it.

Well...

you enjoy your night,

BITCH!

Hey, Jules!

Nah, leave 'em, chums. We haven't seen a good catfight in a while.

Ten bucks on the beauty queen.

What?

Oh! For youth!

We've got the cash,

you've got the merchandise.

I don't see the problem.

Piat told you we were legit.

I'm gonna pack it myself.

Fuck me sideways.

Nah.

Still...

we're on.

You stay in Bangkok, organize the couriers.

Piak'll let us pay at Gallus.

I'll need the ???? to pick up.

Julie's all set to take Piat money, you came with a mission to ????.

Starving a bad idea, krugerrand.

Hey, I want it here.

You sure you want to do this?

Just the money, right?

I'll be fine.

The lady magnet still had some pull.

Julie had fallen for him.

Big time.

But, Marty being Marty,

when a phone call brought Marieke back into the picture...

he just couldn't resist.

I crossed the line, and I'm sorry.

I had to come...

here...anywhere.

And then bonnie came visiting in Bangkok.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

- How was ????. - She's not the present to me.

Nothing's changed.

Ollard says I hate when you got drugs.

Who'd realize I was hooked as well.

You...

- are my drug, Marty. - Julie, I...

Well, when you're exhausted,

you make mistakes.

Still...

tired or not...

Marty was a stayer.

And he had the scars to prove it.

So they make good fish food in Thailand, hey?

The best...expensive, but...the best.

Hello.

Yep.

When?

OK.

What?

Well...it would've been nice to know the size of the deposit sooner.

No, it's not a bloody problem, it's...

I'll be there.

You got an appointment, babe?

Yeah. Tonight.

I'll come with you, shall I.

You sure?

Maybe I know more about fish food than you think.

I got to go out first,

get more money.

Twenty-five thousand deposit, just for a look-see.

It's a little bloody steep.

"Bala Kenuck".

If this sample tests as pure as you say it is...

I'll be back...

with a bigger case.

Hey!

Same place.

Bring all the rest of the money...

or no deal.

The purer the product,

the clearer it goes.

For an addict, the clearer the better.

It takes you to the edge,

to get as close to death

as possible.

And come back...

to do it all over again.

Primo.

We're on.

I organize Thai currency.

And get us the full rate.

All up, two hundred and fifty thousand...

of Terry Clark's money.

Surprise!

Alarm bells should have been ringing.

Money!

Fuck you. It's locked up, secret.

Where's your boss?

Money!

Drugs, asshole!

Woman!

Out!

- Leave her alone! - Marty!

Marieke! Leave her alone!

- You bastard! - Marty!

You! Stay!

Woman! Good!

- Good. - You hurt her, and I'll...

You...do...nothing.

Huh? Nothing.

What's this?

Money.

Number one, pure.

There.

Number one.

Well?

The rest.

Two hundred and fifty grand. All up.

Hey! The drugs!

My smack! Fuck!

Fuck!

They're ripped!

Shit!

Marty!

I thought they were going to rape me.

They dragged me to a car, drove me back, just dumped me.

What happened? You OK?

They took everything.

Those bloody Thai bastards double-crossed me.

All my money.

For a pile of sugar!

You pussies!

Fuck!

Where's Marieke?

I sent her back to Singapore.

We need to get this sorted.

No shit!

We're supposed to be shipping already.

Security's been waiting to go, he sat on his bum here in Bangkok.

Now what?

???? can sell some powder.

We're gonna need to cut this down for the buggers.

Are you fucking crazy?

This is supposed to be ultra-primo.

And ten kg's, not one.

Tell 'em the rest's on its way. Buy some time.

- Marty! - Go away! Do what I tell you, Andy.

Shit!

You tell Mr. Clark I helped.

He doesn't need telling.

You did well.

Both of you.

Fuck me over. Screwing around.

He deserves everything he gets.

Ten...eleven...twelve.

Julie was just a courier for the money.

She knew nothing about the shit that Sheila, Freddie and Leila had received.

And they didn't know it had already been cut.

So, they cut it some more.

Marty?

Thank God.

You got paid?

Yeah.

It's all here.

Hey, hey.

Good deal.

Now, listen, umm...

I want you to change your flight.

- I'll,ah...I'll meet you in the hotel. - Why?

I'll explain later.

And, umm...Then we'll split...Uh.

We'll hit the beach.

You'll like that.

We'll have a good time.

Here we are, darling.

For Freddie and Leila,

the good times were about to end.

Fuck! Freddie!

Police! Where the fuck is your fucking nose?

Come here!

The primo product Freddie's customers were expecting

had been cut more times than Joe Bugner.

And they weren't happy.

But, by this time,

the money for the cut 1K

was already winging its way

to Marty.

You gonna rip us off with this?

Freddie wasn't happy.

He's a bloody liability!

It was your money we owed.

And we've got a reputation to bloody think about.

And so, what do you do?

I've been saying for a long time you need to stay with me.

Cause I can guarantee my product.

Fine!

And Johnstone?

Don't worry.

I'll deal with him.

Deal with who?

No one.

No one at all.

It's one time too many.

And it's my money...and my dope.

It wasn't Marty's fault...

You think I sent Freddie here to pass the time or pass on instructions.

See, the UK is mine now.

It can be yours, too, if you want.

And you do as he says.

Or we'll reconsider your role in all this.

Told ya.

I don't see you've got much choice, old son.

I won't do it.

I've told you what happened, and I've told Terry.

Oi! Oi!

It's Mr. Sinclair. All right?

Alexander Sinclair.

Well, coming clean with him isn't going to save your neck.

I mean, you ripped us off.

You cut that smack

by over thirty percent.

Marty did that.

And by the time we'd stomped on it as well,

- Look, the dude is dead. - it was no better than bloody baby powder.

Your bridges, old son...

are burned.

Now we build them by selling Marty down the river?

I've told you "no".

I won't do it.

Andy, it were Marty who screwed this up.

This belongs to him.

So,

you go down with him.

It's your choice, old son.

All yours.

Just one more domino.

Waiting to fall.

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