All language subtitles for The Straits S01E01 The Proposition 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-playWEB_track4_[eng]

(film reels rattling)

("Too Much Superstition" by
Albert David and David Bridie)

♪ We walk around circles
round about the grave ♪

♪ We hid in the roots
for one hundred days ♪

♪ Sun'll come up sun'll go down ♪

♪ Maybe we'll take the sun
maybe we'll take the sun ♪

(tense music)

- Hey, bala, this could cause some shit.

- Yeah, he's skimmin'.

What's he want?

Hey.

(tense music)

- You sick of the bad weather?

- Yeah, good cover, but
not so good for my arse.

- You know my brother, Noel?

- Hey, Noel.

- Hey.

- These are proper rifles, eh?

- Military issue.

- Hey, hold on, sunshine.

Can we see the goodies first?

(speaking foreign language)

15 rifles.

8 more next month, huh?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's that, fella?

- Well, you were light last time.

- Bullshit!

I was straight with you guys.

- So you gonna let me weigh this, or what?

- So you can cheat me?

How do I know that's the right one?

Could be fuckin' bullshit.

- You think you can steal
from us, you maggot?

You think we don't know?

- [Men] Hey, hey!

- Shit!

(gun firing rapidly)

- Ha!

Piece of piss.

(arrow whooshes)
(man screams)

(gun firing)

Hey, Noel, what the hell are you doing?

There's too many of them!

Here!

Help me with the guns here!

Fuck that!

I'm not leaving the gear here!

Come on!

- Oh, shit!

- Shit!

You're kidding!

(men shouting)

(gun firing rapidly)

Come on!

Come on, brother, let's go!

Come on!

(gun firing rapidly)

(boat motor revving)

(men shouting)

(guns firing)

Oh, Jesus, give up!

Gimme that gun.

(gun firing rapidly)

Hey, there's a place on the Esplanade

you could pay to get that done.

(man moaning)

Open your mouth, open your mouth.

(arrow cracking)

(man shouting)

- He's gonna need a bloody doctor!

- We'll get one on Zey.

We're gonna go straight
to the airstrip anyway.

- That's four hours in the dinghy!

- Well, then get a fuckin'
witch doctor, how about that?

It's just a scratch, he'll be fine.

Let's get the hell outta here!

(rhythmic music)

- Thanks, mate.

- Can we just go?

- You get to tell Dad about this one.

- Call Sissi and line her up.

- Look after yourself.

- Yeah, always.

(airplane roaring)

("Inagwe" by Richard Mogu)

(car speeding)

(electronic pop music)

♪ Check check it out check check it out ♪

♪ You know it's that supersonic
flow that BE can provide ♪

♪ Side of your radio oh oh ♪

♪ Let me on it ♪

♪ Supersonic got that flow ♪

♪ Check check it out check check it out ♪

♪ What it is just wasn't listening ♪

♪ Rewind it back and check the beginning ♪

- Sorry, bala, you're early.

- You asshole.

- Yeah, had a bit of trouble with the car.

- I've been waiting for three hours.

- Yeah, sorry, mate.

- With half a million
dollars worth of gear.

What's fuckin' wrong with you, huh?

- Yeah, well, it was a bit
late notice, wasn't it?

- Dipstick, look at you.

- What?

I've only had a couple of snorts.

It's all good.

- We've got six hours
drive in front of us.

I was gonna get some sleep.

- I'm fine, mate.

I'll get you there.

- You tell me when you
go on the nod, alright?

- Won't tell Dad, will you?

(motor revs)

- What do you think are
the necessary qualities

for a leader in my sort of business?

- Huh.

I dunno.

Why?

Are you asking me as your lawyer?

- Nah.

I'm interested.

(woman scoffs)

Which of my children, if any,
have the requisite abilities?

- Do you really want me to answer that?

- You know what I'm thinking right now?

Who's this prick in
PNG who's getting a bit

ambitious for his own good?

What tribe does he belong to?

Who's gonna deal with him?

And if we do deal with him,

does he have any relatives in the Straits

who might therefore wanna
fuck up my business?

And who do we know in
Customs in case he does?

I'm eating grapefruit with a
conspicuously attractive woman

and this is the sort of
stuff that occupies my mind.

You get my drift?

- Harry, I hope you're not about to

set the cat amongst the pigeons.

- Yoeah I'm gonna ram the
fucking pigeon down its throat.

(bright music)

- Here we go.

Gaz.

Gaz!

Get up!

Gaz, come on, get up, we're here.

(car door bangs shut)

- Hi, is that the champagne?

- Yeah.

- Ah, you can take it through there.

- You want a hand with that?

- Nah, I'll be right.

Thanks, mate.

Ta.

- It's from the homeowner.

It's a housewarming present.

- Isn't that generous?

Might help us forget about
the mortgage. (laughs)

- I'll catch up with you.

You're meant to have been and gone.

- Oh, look, get off my back.

I've had a shit day.

- Didn't know you were a country fan.

- Rack off.

- Sissi is 25.

So when he's 60 and she'll be 63,

what then will that matter, huh?

- Oh, but it's significant for David.

- Oh, as his parents,
you could make him see

how short-sighted they're being.

- Well, Kitty, but you know
kids today are different.

- There'd be somebody else?

- No, of course not.

I mean, he does have a
girlfriend, but it's not--

- What's her name?

- Abigail Namu.

- Oh, well, if that's all it is,

why don't I see what can be done?

(dog barks)

Good girl, good girl.

Harry.

You know Mandy Kukuam.

- Your boy got knocked out
in the Island Of Origin.

How's he going?

Back on his feet?

- He's a fine boy.

- Yeah.

Got a job on upstairs.

See you in a minute, yeah?

- 1100.

That's a tall bed.

- Well, the idea was to get a better view,

but Coco can't make it up anymore.

- You want me to make a dog bed?

- I want a set of dog stairs, obviously.

- Oh, that's a relief.

Thought it might've been something hot.

- No, it's a present for Kitty, right?

I need to soften her up a little.

- Well, that'd do it.

Give me a set of dog stairs,
I'm yours, you devil.

- Oh, don't give me any grief, alright?

I want a set of stairs so
the dog can get on the bed.

It's my bed, my wife, my dog!

So are you gonna do it or not?!

- Yeah, sure, yeah.

Sorry.

Got a bit, uh, don't know why I said that.

So you want, like, a grand staircase

or maybe something, a
tiny little spiral or--

- Piss off!

- Toni and the kids coming tomorrow?

- No, why?

It's a separation.

Wouldn't be very separate
if she kept coming over,

now, would we?

- I stand corrected.

- Anyway, it's my marriage.

- Your separation, actually.

(Mandy speaking foreign language)

- Gary went on the nod, didn't he?

- Dad, he did his shift.

- Don't lie to me.

So, tell me about PNG.

- Well, the guy's definitely skimming.

As soon as we pulled out the scales,

he went totally tropical.

- And you calmed the
situation how, exactly?

- Hey, I think the
feeling was a bit mutual.

- I don't want any PNG
payback bullshit on the books.

How hard is that to understand?

You're my son.

I don't wanna hear about you coming back

with holes in you because
you took a stupid risk.

What about the chemicals?

- Shotty hit the package.

I'd say we lost about 80 grand's worth.

- So, we lost 80 grand's worth of product,

we got one man with an arrow in his face,

and instead of laying the
package down at Thabulag,

like you should've,

you took it straight to the
airstrip and flew it out

in broad daylight.

- Well, you can't bury a
package with holes in it.

- Obviously.

- I got a bit unlucky, fair enough.

But these guys need to
learn a bit of respect.

Now if we don't mean
business, then who are we?

- Our business is about
minimizing risk, Noel.

Be tough when it counts.

But let the small fry
handle the small fry.

I'll talk to the Chinaman.

Tell him his man's skimming.

Tell him to make up our package.

Now, in future, no gunplay on PNG.

You pull a gun on someone, it
means you lost an argument.

(tense music)

- What?

Her name's Abigail.

Abigail Namu.

Lovely.

Lovely, Grace.

Yawor.

Good girl.

The Chinaman get back to you?

- He's coming good with the chemicals.

A-F-I-L-S-T-O-X.

- Foxtails.

- Ah!

- Sissi, David Kukuam's in town next week.

I thought we'd have
him around for kai-kai.

- Why?

- He's a nice boy.

- He's a nice boy for a fisherman.

What's he got to do with me?

- I've put him down for Thursday.

Make sure you're there.

Morning, mister.

- Oh, sorry, morning.

- You picking up today?

- Yeah, about two.

- You'd better take Gary with you.

- What?

Nah.

- Hey, your papa, he right.

We were short.

There might be trouble.

- [Vince] Bit harsh, Harry.

It's Noel's way of taking charge.

- Well, it's not the first time, is it?

There was that thing on the trawler

when he shot that bloke in the arse

and that Yugoslav from Sydney.

Come on, up!

Up here, come on.

- [Vince] He's still young.

- Mate, he's 32.

Come on, Coco.

Up here Coco!

Here, up, come on!

Up here, there you are!

Up!

Up, up!

(Coco yawns)

She's not a wolfhound, mate.

Gotta be a lot smaller.

- Sorry.

My first set of dog stairs.

- I'm relying on you, mate.

I need 'em perfect.

- Okay.

(Coco whimpers)

- I'm not gonna marry him.

- Ah.

Right.

Well, I don't think you'll have to, love.

As I understand it, the young
bloke's got a girlfriend.

- Who's apparently being
married off to someone else.

- Hmm, is she now?

- I don't care what Mum does.

You can shoot me, if you like,

but I'm not spending my life on an island

with someone who never
went through high school.

- Let things take their course.

It'll work out.

- "Take their course."

What does that mean?

- It means it'll work out.

(dramatic music)

- They're short.

Give me your phone.

- Why?

- 'Cause if he sees my
number, he won't pick up.

- Noel.

- What?

- Why don't we call Dad?

(dramatic music)

- Harry, go through.

- You tell them to come out.

- We'll wait here.

- I don't want any trouble
around the bikes, brother.

- Well, let's hope they don't start any.

Brother.

(mobile rings)

No.

I'll be there, Tone.

I'm in a meeting, I gotta go.

Okay, bye.

(mobile beeps)

Parent-teacher thing.

- Your boy was a bit rude on the phone.

- He was upset.

So am I, Bonnie.

You owe me 50 grand.

- You were short.

- Nah.

You docked us 50 on top
of the 80 we were short.

- You delivered short,
so I delivered short.

That makes me look like a wank stain.

How do you think I feel about

looking like a wank stain, Noel?

- A bit clammy?

- I got the fuckin' thing
shot out from under me,

so I'm a bit narky myself,
in case you hadn't noticed.

Shit happens.

- Yeah, alright, so?

- So I better get my 50.

Or things are gonna get a bit tropical.

- Hope you brought a fuckin'
gun, Noel, 'cause I did.

- You all know P-Zed?

He's my new sergeant-at-arms.

- You pull a gun on me,
you're a dead man, pisshead.

- Alright, lads, alright.

Now that we've rattled our sabers.

The fact is you've got
product you haven't paid for,

so what are we doing?

- Well, get us the
balance of the chemicals

and we'll give you the 50
we're short on top of the 80.

- My boys pulled those chemicals

out of a shit storm, Bonnie.

We've got expenses of our own.

40 up front or find
yourself another supplier.

(tense music)

- Give it to him.

- What's wrong with you?

Don't ever, ever let another
man know what you're feeling.

- Drop me off at Edge Hill.

Hey, kiddos!

How's kindy?

- It's preschool.

- How about a kiss for your father?

- Found a gap in your schedule, did you?

Come on, let's go.

- [Noel] So how far behind?

- Well, you can see on the chart
here, it's about 12 months.

- So what are you saying, she's slow?

- No, not at all.

No, I think you should be
talking to her about it.

Perhaps talking to the counselor.

When a child is involved in bullying--

- Bullying?

Who's been bullying my daughter?

- Uh, Dylina bullied a girl.

She took her lunch money.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why, do you want your cut?

Uh, Noel and I separated
a couple of weeks ago, so.

- I see.

- What?

What was that?

- I'm sorry.

- What, you think I'm to blame?

- Noel.
- What is this bullshit, huh?

- I'm sorry, Mr Montebello,
that wasn't my meaning.

Perhaps...

Would you inform the school of
your change in circumstances?

- Absolutely.

- Come on, Coco, come on.

Up, up, up, Coco!

Up, up, up, up!

- (laughs) There you go!

Dog stairs.

Bit of a final sand, put
a bit of sealer on it.

Beautiful.

- I don't know, mate.

- What, she went straight up!

You saw her.

- Yeah, but you know, she's
not as young as she was.

I think we need some handrails.

- Hand--

Harry, she's a dog, she
doesn't have any hands.

- I don't want her falling off!

- Well, you won't get them by tonight.

- I need them by tonight!

- How much shit are you really in?

- I just want some fully
functional dog stairs, Vince!

It's not too much to ask!

- You didn't have to bring that, you know.

- I had to do something.

- Well, we could bring, I don't know.

- A baby?

- I was gonna say a bottle of wine.

(woman laughs)

- Hello!

God, can you talk to Mum?

She's gone troppo.

What are you doing here?

- Dad told me to come down.

- When Kitty and I built this family,

I was hoping one of these days,

one of you boys would be vaguely useful.

But what've I got?

I've got one who can't keep his
nose out of his own product.

I've got one who can't keep
a civil tongue in his head.

And I've got one who
wants to be a choirboy.

Well, I'm making a few changes,

the purpose of which is to reveal to me

which of you tossers has the bottle

to run this business when I'm gone.

That's right.

Any complaints, you can write
them on a piece of paper,

tear it to pieces and
flush it down the crapper,

because I don't wanna hear 'em.

- Yeah, but, Dad--

- (shouts) What?

You want it,

you earn it.

I built this business.

I did.

None of you have a right to any of it.

When I step down, the
one who takes my place

will be the right man for the job

and as far as I'm concerned,
that's all that counts.

- Um, Andrew, why don't you see
if you can find Coco's ball?

I think it's in the lounge, yeah?

- Yes, Aunty Kitty.

- Good boy.

- Come on!

- Andrew, ask.

- [Kitty] Ah, he can have one.

- Thanks, Aunty Kitty.

(smooches)

- Cheers, darling.

- Hey, Uncle Paddy.

Who invited you?

- Oh, well, some of us need no invitation.

We bestow our presence
on those who require it.

- Oh.

- You alright, chook?

- Mm.

- Hello, Paddy!

- Hello, Kitty-pie.

(Kitty laughs)

- Paddy!

You're here.

Good! (claps)

Let's eat.

I'm starving.

- Come on.

- You know, I just don't
understand why you'd put that

in your national anthem.

Our land abounds in nature strips.

(guests laughing)

- I don't think it's nature strips.

- Yeah, of course it is, I've
heard it a million times.

(Sissi laughing)

- Hey, this looks good, huh?

(glass clinking)

- Alright, you lot.

Now I've got you all in one
place, quick announcement.

I've had a word with the boys

and we're making a few changes

to the way we do things around here.

Marou is coming back to the mainland

to spend more time with Lola.

He's gonna be running our front companies,

mainly the croc farm and
the trucking company,

but I want you to stay in touch

with the gravel works and the islands

and I want you to back up for Noel

when he needs a bit of muscle.

Gary's gonna be taking
Marou's job for a bit,

up the islands, get a dose
of his mother's culture.

Noel's staying where he is for the minute,

but he's gonna be working more with Marou.

I want to see more thought
going into your decisions.

Right, that's it.

Oh, hang about.

Sorry, Sissi, we haven't discussed this.

I want you to give up the real estate job

and start working with Paddy

on all the accounts and whatnot.

He's older than me, this bugger.

- You mind yourself.

- But he's told me he's taking
down the shingle pretty soon

and when he does you'll be
the new business manager.

- Me?

- You got the degree,
you might as well use it.

You'll have to stay in Cairns, I'm afraid.

Can't be helped.

You've got a head for numbers.

And we need you.

Alright, that's it, as you were.

You got something to say?

- Mum, you can fix this, right?

- Don't question your father.

- I know you're upset about Noel,

but he's gotta be reined in.

I know he's the eldest and all that.

- You shamed him.

- I'm not saying he's not gonna take over,

I'm simply saying--

- He has a right to it, Harry!

- You know what, no.

No, he doesn't have a right to it.

We built this family, we did, you and me.

I'm glad we couldn't have kids.

Because we got to choose and
I think we did bloody well.

We've got a family of heroes.

There's more than one can take over

and I'm gonna make sure
we choose the right one.

- We didn't adopt them the
whitefella way, did we?

Didn't sign any forms.

We did it island way.

That means they expect us
to do things a certain way.

- They can expect what
they bloody well like.

It doesn't mean they're gonna get it.

- Then you can kiss our business goodbye.

Not today, not tomorrow, but eventually.

It's the island way or the highway, Harry,

and while we're on it, Sissi
gonna marry that Kukuam boy.

- Not if she doesn't want to.

- Yeah, that girl plays
you like penny whistle.

- I don't want her marrying

some island kid she doesn't like.

You know what we're doing,

pimping her out for a bit of influence.

- Well, that'd be your way of seeing it.

People need to see that we have
a commitment to the islands,

that we have family there.

- And who did you marry, Kitty?

Ah, right.

They're for Coco.

(sirens blaring in distance)

- [Lola] Do you think your dad still wants

Noel to take over?

- He's the eldest.

That's what they expect up on the islands.

- But you were adopted
first of all the kids.

You're the one who's been living there.

You're the one who has respect up there.

What if this was all just God

trying to work through your dad?

- How do you mean?

- Well, what if this was just God

really telling you to step in?

I mean, if you took over,

you could take the family
out of crime altogether.

- Hang on.

I'm not ashamed of what my family does.

I live by God's law, not man's law.

By the laws of man, even Jesus was a crim.

- I know.

But if you took over,

you're the only one who
would ask himself every day,

"How would Jesus run
the Montebello family?"

We have so many legal businesses.

Noel might be the oldest,
but you're the best.

You're the best of them.

(Lola moaning)

(knocking)

- Tone.

(knocking)

Tone!

(knocking)

Tone, Toni!

(pounding)

- Hello.

- I know it's, I'm sorry.

I wanna say I'm sorry about the teacher.

Can I see the kids?

I didn't even get to talk to them today.

- They're asleep, Noel, and you're drunk.

- Just to say goodnight.

- No, go home.

- Babe, I said I'm sorry!

- Well, that's good
that you're sorry, Noel,

but you're too drunk to see the kids.

No, Noel!

Shh, they are asleep!

Go home!

- What, aren't I good
enough for your pompous

fuckin' shit-eating--
- Shh!

No!

No, okay, no you're not!

Because you're never there.

You are never there when I need you

and you know what else, I don't want a man

who pushes me around!

(door bangs shut)

- Oh, one time!

And Jesus, you gave me a reason, Tone!

Fuck, one time.

Tone!

(dramatic music)

- You've taken a slap.

So now you gotta prove yourself a leader.

Show your father.

Do something.

Come on.

- I need money, or a line of credit.

- I'll talk to Paddy.

- [Man] Got a lot on.

- Well, I was kind of
thinking a working holiday.

Couple of weeks, couple
of willing students,

all the best gear.

Pure chemicals imported from China.

Everything laid on and
no cops to worry about.

And a hundred grand in it for you.

Sweet as.

- A hundred grand?

For two weeks?

I gotta be honest with
you, I'm interested.

But if those boys find out
I've been cooking for you,

there wouldn't be more than a
skid mark to remember me by.

- Hey, the gear's gonna
have a different name

and a different color.

How are they gonna know
where it's coming from, eh?

Think about it.

(rhythmic music)

- Well, when you said
everything's laid on,

I kind of imagined a plane ride to Zey,

maybe a charter to PNG.

Not an overnight drive to the Cape

followed by a trip on
a trawler and a dinghy!

- Well, better safe
than sorry, eh, brother?

- Oh, yeah.

(rhythmic music)

- That's Quay Lin.

They call him the Chinaman.

Alright, you wait here, mate, alright?

- Yep.

- Hey.

How are you?

- So you good with this deal?

- This is between us, it has
nothing to do with your father.

This is your man?

- Yeah, this is he.

And by the way, as far as he knows,

we're selling our gear interstate.

- And when you don't, how
will you deal with your

bikie friends, out of interest?

- I've got a blackfella
network on the Cape.

DCs won't know where it's coming from.

JoJo!

This is Quay Lin, JoJo.

- Welcome.

- Morning.

- Shall we?

- Thank you.

(bright rhythmic music)

- 50 bucks.

Got 'em from a kid over there.

- The fuck?

(gentle music)

- [Harry] Everything to your liking?

- [Bonnie] It's fantastic.

Gonna bring the kids back here.

- [Harry] Anytime, just let me know.

- Hey, Harry, who the fuck eats jellyfish?

- No one.

They're stingers.

They'd kill you.

You're not from around here, are you?

- You ordering?

- We're alright.

So what's the story?

- Someone's undercutting
us in the meth trade.

Cairns and Brisbane are flooded
with it, pills and powders.

I don't know who it is,

but we do know that the
crank hasn't made it through

south to Melbourne or Sydney,
so that means it must be

coming through the Straits,
either as a precursor or as is.

Right, so, that means, Harry,

that you or one of your people

are walking on both sides of the fence.

- Not me, Bonnie.

- You know Jojo, don't you, Noel?

- I know a lot of people.

- He uses the Nazi method,
just like these tabs.

- Half the cooks in this
country use the Nazi method.

- We want this taken care of, Harry,

or things are gonna get out of hand.

- Oh, don't worry.

You know me.

One thing I hate is a fucking mystery.

Enjoy your lunch.

(slapping)

- What?

- You trying to start a war?

- Fuck, Dad, they don't even
know where it's coming from.

Make up something.

- Where'd you get that money?

Where'd you get it?!

- I spoke to Paddy, told
him I needed a housing loan.

- A housing loan?

- Yeah, well I told him
that Toni and I split up

and I needed a place.

(door bangs shut)

- How many bikies do we know personally?

That are in jail or dead?

- Yeah, 'cause they're dumb as shit.

- Exactly.

- So why would we do what they do?

Retail is the shitty end
of the business, Noel.

(tense music)

- Quay Lin, it's Noel.

Listen, we gotta shut down the lab.

- So, what are gonna
have for dinner, kids?

- Fish and chips?

- Okay, then.

(gun cocks)

(guns firing)

(glass shattering)

(shouting) Oh my God!

(guns firing)

(tires screeching)

(crying) Oh my God!

(brakes screeching)

Oh, Toni, Toni!

Oh, fuck, baby, are you okay?

Are you kids okay?

Are you okay, babe, huh?

Are you okay?

Kids, Kids, are you two alright?

Look at me.

- Mr Montebello, I think you should--

- Oh, look, shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

I'm trying to--

- Don't you fucking talk to her like that!

What did you do?

What did you do to us, you
bastard, what did you do?

- I don't know anything!

Toni, I don't know anything!

I don't know what's going on.

Toni, listen to me, listen to me!

I didn't do anything.

Alright?

I didn't do anything.

I need you to get back
in the house, alright?

- No, we're going to a motel.

- No, listen!

They'll find you at a motel.

The house is secure, alright?

- Mr Montebello, have
you got a minute, please?

- No, I don't!

I'm taking my family home.

- Noel, please, I wanna go to a motel!

Please, let me go to a motel!

- Hey, now, Toni--
- Please, Noel!

- He's right.

- [Noel] Hey, come on.

- You need to be safe.

(Tonic crying)

Come on, please?

- (crying) My babies!

- Please.

- (breathless) Oh, God.

- I'll make up the spare room.

(Toni crying)

- It's alright, love, it's alright.

We'll sort it out.

It'll be alright.

No one's gonna hurt you.

- Hey, kids, wanna go see your room?

Might watch a movie later, eh?

(Toni sniffling)

- The problem with a
war is everybody loses.

So, whatever we do now has to finish it.

Call Gary, get him back here.

(motorcycles revving)

- Hey, P-Zed!

What's up?

(gun cocks)

Oi!

- Harry wants a word.

- I'll lock up when we're done.

- I can stay.

- No need, darling.

You go home.

- Okay.

Bye.

(splashing)

- Ah!

- Harry, I didn't know
anything about this drive-by.

- On this occasion, I
choose to believe you

because you're not that bloody stupid.

- Pisshead here, on the other hand,

is exactly the kind of
tosser who would go off

on a mere suspicion and shoot up a house

with little kids in it.

A house that Noel doesn't
even actually live in.

Alright, Noel?

(P-Zed splashes)

(P-Zed shouting, gurgling)

Watch.

(P-Zed shouting, gurgling)

Now the other one.

- One's enough.

- Is it?

(Harry shouts)

Turns out you were right about the meth.

We found this clan lab in PNG
run by a Chinese gentleman

with an eye for the Aussie market.

We've had a chat with him.

I think he understands
things a little better.

All I need to know is
if you're gonna back up

for these two nasty little maggots.

Right.

We're square, then.

Gary, take Bonnie back to his house.

Alright, clean up.

What's your problem?

(gentle music)

- Well, I might see you tomorrow, Dad.

(Harry sighs)

(gentle knocking)

- Toni.

(Coco whimpers)

(doorbell chimes)

- Oh!

- Harry.

- Oh, sorry, love, I didn't realize.

- No, no, it's...

(tense music)

(birds cawing)

(waves lapping)

("Too Much Superstition" by
Albert David and David Bridie)

♪ We walk around in circles
round about the grave ♪

♪ We hide up in the roots
for one hundred days ♪

♪ Sun'll come up sun'll come down ♪

♪ Sun'll come up sun'll come down ♪

♪ Then we'll take it slow ♪

♪ Then we'll take it slow ♪

♪ Sun'll come up sun'll go down ♪