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WOMAN: Pasquale, wake up.

I'm not gonna be a shitkicker. I'm gonna be a boss.

Come on, you little monster. Bedtime.

(LAUGHS)

So, uh, can I get your number? I'll take you out somewhere.

I got a mate of mine. He's selling a whole bunch of cranes.

That's why you need to know this Afghan bloke.

- (GUNSHOTS) - (SCREAMS)

Every single one of them cranes is making money.

And a year from now, we can be running this entire city.

THE AFGHAN: But the deal can't go ahead

till you sort your shit out with this Antoun bloke?

You get the drift, dickhead?

Yeah?

THE SHADOW: Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey.

- Antoun. We should knock him. - Yeah. Good idea.

- You have to do it, brother! - Alright. I'll do it.

PASQUALE: I woulda done it but he had his kids with him.

It's the code. You can't do a hit in front of kids.

It's old-school Italians. Mafia, mate. That's how it works.

That's it.

(WHISPERS) I love you.

I love you too.

WOMAN: Stop hurting the dog!

Help!

I'm your dad.

(PULSING ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(LAIDBACK MUSIC)

(CAR ENGINE GROWLS)

(DOG YAPS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hey. Is, uh, Joe here?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Pas. I'm his son.

(DOG YAPS)

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

- How'd you know I was here? - I heard around the place.

I got contacts too, huh. (LAUGHS)

- Alright? Everything alright? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, you know, I wanted to come see ya.

And there's a few things I wanted to talk to you about.

Hey, have you got any, like, low-carb beer?

TALK SHOW HOST: I've just had a gutful of this...

(MACHINERY CLANKS)

I was just wondering if you could, you know,

make some calls and stuff, help me sort some shit out.

- What kind of shit? - Um...

I'm in a bit of bullshit, alright?

- There's some pricks after me. - Who?

Different blokes.

Thought maybe you could make some calls, sort something out.

Calls to who? Who do you want me to call?

I don't know. Some of your mates.

Some of the old-school blokes.

I'm rooted here, hey?

I gotta say this, I'm in big trouble.

- What kinda trouble? - Like, dead.

Like, if you can't help me out, I'm dead.

Make some calls or what?

You better tell me what happened.

- (SOFT MUSIC PLAYS) - Hey, guys! Come on up!

How're you doing? Welcome to the new pad!

- Mwah. Thank you. Come on, kids. - Mwah!

- Whoa, look at that view. - Yeah, it's sick, eh?

My God, it's gonna be amazing for the fireworks.

- I told ya! - Hi, everyone! Mwah. Hello!

Champagne or prosecco?

Champers would be great, thanks.

Um, where's Pas? Is he around?

He just had to pop out for some work stuff,

some harbour cruise thing he's organising.

He'll be back soon.

- (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS) - (CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

- Happy New Year! Huh? - (CHEERING)

What did I tell ya, huh? Party of the year, yeah?

What do you reckon? Gimme something, ya dickhead.

- Go on, give him a kiss. - Get off me, man!

- Pretty good, eh? - Where's Miranda Kerr?

I thought she was meant to be here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we're picking her up in...in Rose Bay.

But it's pretty sick, eh, already?

Hey, this whole party is for you. It's in your honour.

- You said it was in my honour. - Hey?

I'm the one goin' to prison.

You said this whole thing was in my honour.

- He said that, didn't he? - Yeah. Yeah, you did.

- So whose honour is it? - Come on, mate.

- Whose honour is it in? - Who gives a shit whose honour?

It's in both of youse honour, how's that?

Ah, shut up. What do you mean?

Let's give it a nudge, huh? What do youse reckon?

- Yeah, eh. - Yeah! Alright!

(MAN LAUGHS) Bloody hell.

Look at those dickheads down there, huh? (LAUGHS)

(RAUCOUS PARTY IN DISTANCE)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

- Oh! - ALL: Ohhh!

Babe, what are you doing?

There was something sticking into my back.

- (LAUGHTER) - (PHONE RINGS)

- (MUFFLED MUSIC AND CHATTER) - Hey, babe. How's it goin'?

MELINDA: Where are you? Everyone's here.

What? Where?

What do you mean, 'where'?

Darling Point, with all our friends, to watch the fireworks.

It's all you've been going on about the last...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the fireworks. No worries.

- Who's there? - Everyone.

- When are you getting here? - I'll be there soon, yeah?

Just chill out. It's New Year's Eve. Have a drink, you know?

It's all good. Hey, I love you. I'll be there soon.

'Bye.

Ooh, s-sorry. Is there a bathroom in here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, there's a bathroom right in here.

Come in, girls. Come in. Come in.

So you girls havin' a good time, or what?

Yeah.

(PARTY-GOERS CHEER)

Kids, we're leaving.

I'm not gonna ask you twice. Let's go. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) - (CHEERING)

Fuck.

How are you blokes feeling?

- I'm whacked. - I'm buckled.

My head feels like a Picasso painting.

Maybe we should call it quits. Go home, or...something?

- What? - Yeah.

You're being a bunch of piss-weak pricks.

LES: Yeah.

LES: Oh, no, man.

This party is just gettin' started, eh?

- He's right. - Ahhhh. (LAUGHS)

Fuck you! Yeah, I'll give you a packet!

- Come on! - (MAN LAUGHS)

- Take it easy, bro! - (COUGHS)

(CARTOON PLAYS SOFTLY)

- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) - (CHEERING AND LAUGHTER)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hello? - Who is this?

WOMAN: Um...

Who is this? Is Pas there?

Hey, don't answer it. Don't answer it. Hey, shh!

Hello?

- Who was it? - I don't know.

- Who was it? - Where's the rack?

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

It's important to me that this was...this was special,

you know, for...for...for you, you know?

'Cause...'cause...'cause... 'cause we're mates.

Like, you and me are mates. Do you get what I'm saying?

Do you understand what I'm trying to say to you?

It...it...it's, you know, it...it's happening.

You know what I mean?

Like, it...it...it's you and me, brother, yeah?

You and me, mate, yeah? It's all good.

Y-you know what I'm saying?

- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.

(LAUGHS)

- (GUNFIRE) - (SCREAMING)

- Hey, where's it coming from? - I don't know! The marina.

- Shot me! - Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

(NEWS THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

REPORTER: Shots were fired at a luxury cruise boat

as it docked at Rose Bay Wharf last night.

The all-night, all-day New Year's Eve cruise

was reportedly attended by

prominent Sydney underworld figures.

The gunshot victim is the head

of the notorious Sydney street gang Brothers for Life.

The bullet wound to his shoulder

is not considered life-threatening

and he is reportedly in a stable condition in hospital.

But police are treating the shooting as gang-related.

- Olivia Jackson, Seven News. - Here you go, kids.

(SNORES)

(VOMITS)

Hey. Where's the Panadol?

We ran out.

I think I got, like, um, like, food poisoning or something.

Have you seen my phone?

- Oh, you mean this phone? - Yeah.

Yeah? Took some nice photos, I see.

- Been going through my phone? - Yeah, had a fun night, did ya?

PASQUALE: That's just work stuff.

Oh, really?

Oh, getting sucked off by skanks is your idea of work?

- What... It's not... - You must be a workaholic.

It's not even a real photo. It's a set-up for Instagram.

- It's not real. - What, with underworld figures?

You actually think there's a chance

I'd believe that bullshit, Pas?

What'd you think you were doing?

- Oh, shit. - Oh, not in my sink.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh, shit.

Hey, mate, how's it hangin'? Awesome party, don't ya reckon?

Did ya have a good time?

THE AFGHAN: I got shot, mate. Someone shot me.

Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS) How's the shoulder?

Who gives a shit, brother? Some prick shot me.

I wanna know who it is. I wanna know who it is!

Yeah, but I don't know, brother.

It could've been one of the Bankstown dickheads,

or...or maybe it was someone who

didn't get an invite to the party.

It was a pretty sick party, eh? Could be that.

My face was on TV, brother.

I got cops asking me all kinds of shit.

Me and you need to talk right now.

- Yeah, wh-what about? - I'm not happy.

I'm not happy about any of this shit, understand me?

(LOUD BANGING)

Yeah. Yeah, may...may...maybe tomorrow.

Mate, I-I can't right now, brother, you know?

Like I got the kids and stuff. Maybe tomorrow, huh?

- Come into the shop. - No, no, no, no.

Why don't...why don't we meet somewhere cool, you know?

(STAMMERS) Like, um, like... like, maybe, like, The Star.

I'll meet ya there at 1:00. It's chill. We can hang out.

We'll... we'll... we'll sort all this shit out.

It'll be all good, brother. Just...just relax.

I'll see ya tomorrow.

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

- (VOMITS) - Oh, bravo, dickhead. Bravo.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

Hey. What's goin' on, fellas? How's the shoulder?

- You know who it was, don't ya? - No, no...

Did you have something to do with it?

- I asked. No-one knows nothing. - You bullshitting me?

- No, no, no... - You're fuckin' bullshitting.

How does anyone even know we're there?

- I don't know, mate.... - Someone knew we were coming in.

Probably some gronk having a crack at somebody else.

Someone told them we'd be there, that's how.

- Hey, what do you mean? - Huh?

- Was it you, brother? - What?

Did you tell someone we were coming in?

- What do you mean, brother? - I wanna know who did it.

- I'll kill them all. - Hey, I get it. But why?

- Kill their wives, their kids. - Relax! Relax!

I'll cut their heads off and drink their fuckin' blood.

- Do you hear what I'm saying? - I get it. Just relax, please.

Listen. It's unlucky you got shot.

But you didn't get hit in the head, so you're lucky.

You hear what I'm saying?

- (POP MUSIC PLAYS) - You serious? After all that?

- You heard anything from Azzizi? - Who?

The one who did the hit on Antoun. He's disappeared.

(STAMMERS) What... what do you mean?

He's not answering his phone. His mates haven't seen him.

He's probably visiting his mum or something.

THE AFGHAN: He's not visiting his mum! Cops might have him!

Why would the cops have him?

He didn't cover his face properly, dumb prick.

There was a CCTV. Could've seen his face.

He just had a hoodie. No mask, no nothing.

PASQUALE: If we don't know where he is,

what's the point in freaking out?

He's probably playing Xbox and smoking bongs.

You know what happens to dogs, mate. You know what happens.

Yeah, yeah. Hey, you need to chill out, man.

I'm moving this thing up.

My mate Les is ready with the cranes.

The crane company, we pay cash, the money comes back washed.

It's all legit, it's ready to go. We're in business, bro.

Look. Come here. Come here.

Look at this. Look at this.

- Look, look. - (GRUNTS)

See what that is? That's company titles.

You and me are equal directors. Yeah.

This guarantees us site contracts for the cranes.

We got five cranes already up and working.

Pretty soon we're gonna be doing shit

with all the big shots in the construction industry.

Like George Alex, maybe. He's got heaps of jobs running.

I got your back, brother, yeah?

We can't be sweating this small bullshit no more. Seriously.

We're gonna run this city, yeah? You and me. Come on.

Yeah?

- Where was Miranda Kerr? - Hey?

You said she was gonna be there but she was never even there.

- Were you bullshitting? - Nah, what do you mean?

She was probably sick or something.

Who gives a shit about Miranda Kerr?

What are you talking about? I heard she's stuck up, anyway.

- LES: How's The Afghan? - Yeah, mate, he's all good.

I think he's a bit pissed off about getting shot

but, uh, he's still sweet on the deal.

- He's good for the cash? - Yeah, mate.

Hey, listen, these guys have got so much cash laying around,

they can't wait to spend it.

What about you? You got your share?

Course I do, dickhead. I'm headed to the lockbox right now.

I just gotta stop off and get my key.

Shit.

Hey!

It's me! Can you open the door?

The key won't work for some reason.

MELINDA: It's probably because I changed the locks.

- What? - I changed the locks.

Because you're moving out.

What's that supposed to mean? Open the bloody door.

You think you can stay out for days,

on TV hanging out with criminals, rooting sluts,

and come back here like nothing's happened?

Guess what, dickhead. You don't live here anymore.

Hey, I'm in business.

I don't even know who invited those blokes...

Hey!

MELINDA: Just go away!

I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it.

Just...can you please get me the key for my lockbox?

It's in the bedside drawer. Can you get it for me?

Yeah, hang on.

- Was it a silver key? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I flushed it down the toilet. Anything else?

What? You did what?

I flushed your key.

Like you - flushed away like a big fat piece of shit.

What? You did... Let me in.

Let me in this door, you stupid bitch! Let me in!

- Hey! Let me in! - (THUMP!)

(PHONE CHIMES)

(WHISPERS) Shit!

Stupid bitch!

(GRIM SYNTH MUSIC)

Fuck!

You can't pick locks like these, mate.

You need to order a replacement key from the company.

That's the only way.

But I need it today. Can't you just drill it out?

Mate, she's got a cobalt alloy hard-plate

with tungsten carbide chips mixed in with it.

Nah, that'll break even a diamond-tip bit.

That's a bastard of a job getting in there.

Take me a few days.

I don't have time for that. I need it today. Right now.

Well, mate, what do you want me to say?

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

(COCKATOOS SCREECH)

Shit!

Shit! Shit!

Shit!

(COCKATOOS SCREECH)

(PHONE RINGS)

LES: Dickhead, how's it hanging?

- What do you want, wanker? - Just checking in.

- You got the cash? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm getting it. - What do you mean?

You said you already had it!

Hey, hey, I'm getting it sorted out, OK?

Don't be a dickhead about it.

Tomorrow's it, mate. Otherwise the deal's off, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

(WHISPERS) Dickhead.

Hey, brother, it's me.

Yeah, man, I got a whole lot of concert tickets.

Front-row seats. You want 'em?

(DOG BARKS)

Hey, is, uh, Sila here?

- Dad! Dad! - I'm on the toilet!

- What's up, bro? - I need to speak to Sila.

- Whaddya got, bro? - It's the Bolivian, mate.

100% pure. It's the pearl.

(SNORTS)

Hey, hey, careful, careful.

- Shit, bro. - Told ya.

I got 50 bricks of this stuff.

Selling all in one hit. No splitting it up.

- What, 50? - Yeah.

I came to you 'cause we're mates.

- Wait, how much? - 2.2 mil. Delivery's tonight.

Hey, take it or leave it, brother.

No worries if you don't want it.

Plenty of other blokes who'll take it off my hands.

- OK, bro. - Hmm?

Alright, bro. We got this.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

(DOG BARKS)

(CAR APPROACHES)

- Oh, yeah, baby. - Yeah.

How is it, Tocco? How is it?

(SNORTS AND COUGHS)

Oh, Jesus!

What the fuck...

Tocco? Tocco?!

What's wrong?

SILA: That stuff you sold me is shit, mate.

It's not even real coke. It's like powdered dog shit.

It's the Bolivian, mate.

It's totally different to the Colombian stuff.

It's like wine, mate.

It tastes different from different countries.

Do you seriously expect me to believe that bullshit?

Hey, it's not bullshit.

Hey, I swear to God, bro. It's top-quality gear.

A lot of people would probably kill to have that stuff.

Brother, I'm tellin' ya, you're lucky to have it.

You sell that to them and get me my money back.

Get over here right now, bro,

give me my cash, take this shit back.

- Otherwise, big problem... - (REVS ENGINE)

- Sorry, mate, I can't hear ya. - Do you understand me?

I can't hear. It's breaking up. Can you hear?

- Everything's cool, yeah... - (PHONE BEEPS)

Shit!

Shit...

(PHONE RINGS)

- Fuck... - Police!

Fucking idiot. What are you doing?

What happened, man? You got the cash?

- Course I do. - That's it.

- Ready? - Yeah, let's go.

What's happening, fellas? Huh?

Come here. Come here.

(SNIFFS)

Huh?

Everything alright with you blokes?

Nah, mate. It's shit.

LES: Why? What happened?

Still haven't heard from Azzizi.

- Do you know where he is? - No. Where is he?

- Didn't he tell you? - LES: Tell me what?

Azzizi's missing. No-one's seen him for ages.

What does that mean?

He's probably dead or the cops got him. Either way, it's shit.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

There's nothin' to tell. Look, no-one's seen him.

There's nothin' we can do about it, right?

What's the point in worrying?

What, we're gonna sit around shitting our pants?

He's probably gonna turn up. If he doesn't, we'll sort it out.

Look at that cash.

Look at that cash!

We're about to do the biggest deal of our lives

and you guys are sitting around here sweating the small stuff?

Youse wanna be bosses,

or you wanna sit around like a bunch of fat gronks, hmm?

Come on. Let's do this, brother.

Huh?

Hmm?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Piss off, ya dog.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(PHONE CHIMES)

Fuck yourself.

- Fucking arsehole. - (PHONE CHIMES)

Fucking arsehole.

I'm dead? I'm dead?

- (ENGINE SPEEDS UP) - Go fuck myself, huh?

(ENGINE ROARS LOUDER)

- (TYRES SCREECH) - (CRASH!)

What are you doing, huh, jamming your brakes on?

I didn't, I-I-I was just...

What are you even doing on the road, huh? Look at my car.

Shit.

This is sick! You shouldn't even be driving.

Look what you did to my car, you stupid old bitch.

Look what you done!

People who swear have no imagination.

Hey, shut up, alright? Shut your mouth.

I know you. You're just a bully, yeah?

I have known plenty of bullies and I am not scared of you.

Would you shut up?

Look at you, with all your big muscles, eh?

You've never done a hard day's work in your life, have you?

You're just like a silly boy,

with all your...your tattoos and your shaved head.

Why would you want to look like that, hey?

That is from Auschwitz.

A shaved head and tattoo were nothing to be proud of there.

But you wouldn't know anything about that.

You don't care about other people.

You're too selfish and...and ignorant.

MAN: What's happening here?

He's been threatening that old lady, that man there.

Hey, hey, that's bullshit!

Madam, has this man physically threatened you?

- No. Hey, that's bullshit. - Yes. He's a bully.

He's just a big stupid bully.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

WOMAN: Threatening old ladies, that's a new low.

MAN: Even for you, Pat.

The judge is gonna shit on your head.

She threatened me first. It's her word against mine.

She's an 83-year-old Holocaust survivor,

and you're a criminal on bail for drug charges.

Who do you think they're gonna believe?

WOMAN: By the way, you probably should have a look at this.

What's that?

That's CCTV from the Antoun murder. Look familiar?

Don't know nothing about that.

MAN: You sure you don't know this guy?

Never seen him before.

WOMAN: He's in custody. You know what that means?

Means he's eating a lot of Macca's.

Means we know everything about the Antoun murder.

Is there anything you wanna say about that?

No. I don't know anything about that.

WOMAN: You may as well just tell us what you know, Pat.

I thought you blokes already knew everything.

WOMAN: Yeah, we want to hear your take on it.

Piss off. Piss off. You're full of shit.

WOMAN: Pat, you're implicated.

We know you didn't pay for the hit,

but we know you're involved.

The bottom line is you're going back to jail.

That's a fact. So why not play it smart, mate?

You know how this works. What have you got for us?

Look, I don't know nothing about this Antoun

but I do know about a bunch of Tongans in Fairfield.

Hey, they got a shitload of blow.

- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - (CAT YOWLS)

Police! Search warrant!

- Police! Search warrant! - Go, go, go, go, go!

- Police! Search warrant! - Police! Search warrant!

- What? - Show us your hands!

- Police! Search warrant! - Give me your hands!

Get off her, ya dogs!

(INTERCOM RINGS)

What do you want?

Babe, I'm really sorry, you know?

Those pics were total bullshit.

Like, they were just... they were justjoke photos.

Can we talk? Please?

I love you, babe.

I swear to God, those photos weren't real.

We set 'em up as a joke.

Can I come in?

Yeah, I suppose.

- Daddy! - Hey, come here!

Come here. Hey, come here.

Ohh! Missed you so much. Miss me? Yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Daddy, are you coming to my swimming lessons?

Your swimming lessons? What swimming lessons?

I've booked him lessons at the Aquatic Centre.

Yeah, course I'm gonna go see my little fella.

He's gonna be a champion, like Ian Thorpe.

Come on, youse two. Go watch TV.

Hey, hey, you got preschool. I'll take you in a bit.

Monkeys.

What's this?

I don't know. Open it and you'll find out.

Oh, my God.

Where did you get this?

- Is this a 'sorry' present? - Suppose so.

Or is it an "I've been a dickhead

"and done stupid shit to upset my wife" present?

Yeah.

(SINGS) ♪ See you soon, Funky... ♪

- Goodbye! - ♪ Leonard and Jessie... ♪

- Goodbye! - ♪ Goodbye, goodbye... ♪

OK, you two, Daddy's gonna take you to school.

Come on, up youse get. School time.

Off youse go. Come on. Off youse go.

WOMAN:.. Brothers for Life gang member Mahmoud Hamzy

was murdered in cold blood by his own associates.

MAN: They're not really Brothers for Life,

they're lucky to be brothers for today.

Shit.

- WOMAN: In a coordinated... - Come on, Dad, let's go!

Hey, wait a second!

..police arrested fellow Brothers for Life gang members

and raided properties across Western Sydney

and the Central Coast.

THE AFGHAN: Yeah, leave a message.

WOMAN: Police warn BFL gang members and associates

that they will be next.

- You OK? - Yeah, yeah, all good.

- MAN: Hello? - Who's this?

This is Detective Peter Milolozza.

Who am I speaking to?

Hello? Can you hear me?

- Everything OK? - Yeah, yeah, it's all good.

Can you take the kids to school?

- Why? What's happened? - It's all good.

I just need to sort some shit out. I'll be back later, yeah?

Shit. Shit.

- Who answered the phone? - I don't know. Like, a cop.

How do you know it was a cop?

'Cause he said he was, like, a detective or something.

Did you ring it again?

Why would I call again if a cop's gonna answer?

- How many even got busted? - Probably all of them.

That Azzizi prick, man. The Qaumis were right. He rolled.

- How do you know he's rolled? - Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

He disappears for two weeks. Now everyone's getting busted.

- Not everyone, mate. Not you. - Or you, yet.

Yeah, what does that mean?

What do you think that means? You haven't been busted yet.

What makes you think you're not about to be?

Why would I be about to be busted, hmm?

Something you're not telling me, Les? Something you know I don't?

You need to get off the shit, mate. You're losing it.

What happened with the cranes, Les?

What do you think happened with the cranes, huh?

Here ya go.

- They come through? - Yeah, why wouldn't it?

There's all the pay schedules, permits, everything.

- Why isn't your name on any? - I told you before, mate.

My investment's through another company,

the one that got phoenixed.

What are we gonna do about The Afghan's stake, then, huh?

They're probably gonna freeze all his assets.

Mate, we just take his name off the titles.

- Can we do that? - Yeah, man.

You own eight companies. You're not on the titles.

You just refill the transfer papers,

take his name off it, done.

Hey, y-you know them Qaumis,

they...they were too loose, you know?

They were always losing their shit over...over anything.

They...they were lunatics, you know?

We can't be in business with lunatics.

(LES MUTTERS) Yeah, whatever.

- Where you goin'? - Brisbane.

What for?

Business development project I'm working on.

- When? - About half an hour.

I'll drive you.

Nah, nah, man, don't worry about it. I'll get a cab.

- I'm heading that way... - Don't worry about it.

- Nah, nah, I'm heading that way. - I'll get a cab!

Brother, it's easy. I'm heading that way.

I'll drive you. I'll put your bags in the car.

- Yeah, alright. - Don't worry.

Hey, how long you gone for?

Couple of days. Just call if you've got any dramas.

Yeah.

- All good? - Yeah, it's good, yeah?

Yeah, alright. I'll speak to ya.

- Thanks, huh? - Yeah, bro.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)

- What are we gonna do? Hey? - MAN: Alright, kids.

Get ready to swim to the other side.

- Dads, you ready? Let's go! - Go, go, go! Win, win, win!

Go, Gio! Go, buddy, go! Go, go, go!

- Hey! - Go, Gio, good boy! Well done!

Do the monkey walk, mate. Go on.

- Monkey walking back, that's it. - Hey. Pretty good, eh?

- Swim back to your dads. - Hey, come here, come here.

- Take some photos, would ya? - Good boy. Yeah.

Hold on, there you go. Kicking, kicking, kicking.

Arms out. Kicking, kicking. Get your arms out.

- Why have you got my phone? - Mine's out of juice.

Come on, Gio, look at Mummy. Smile.

- Kick, kick, kick. Kick. Kick. - (CAMERA CLICKS)

Look at my little guy. Hey, you gonna be a champion, yeah?

- (PHONE CHIMES) - Gonna be a champion.

Kick, kick, kick, kick. Come on.

What?

Gio, click yourself in. Hurry up.

PASQUALE: Hey, would you wait a second?

It was a joke photo. It was bullshit, I swear to God.

Stay away from me, you lying cocksucking prick.

I hate you. Go and root your whore.

Just get away from me, you lying, lowlife piece of shit.

I know you're angry, but it's bullshit.

Hey, you can't be serious, over one joke photo?

No, get away from me, you dickhead.

I never wanna see you again.

Babe, I know you're ang... Hey! I know you're angry.

You're gonna calm down, we're gonna sort this out.

Hey. Hey, where you...

Where you goin'? What are you doing?

Hey! Hey, what are you doing? You can't leave me here!

Stupid bitch.

Fuck.

REPORTER:.. a crucial piece of evidence in a gangland murder,

torched on the side of the road.

REPORTER: Just after midnight, three men, two handguns...

REPORTER:.. an execution, police say.

(GUNSHOT)

The criminal world self-destructs.

(LAUGHS)

REPORTER:.. a known hitman, shot while police looked on.

REPORTER: One victim is pronounced dead.

His 12-year-old nephew was just metres away.

Police yet to find the gunman.

Fuck!

(INTERCOM RINGS)

MELINDA: What do you want?

Can I come in? I wanna say goodnight to the kids.

They're asleep.

Well, I need to get some clothes and stuff.

You can't just keep all my shit.

(LIFT DOORS CLUNK)

(DING!)

Fuck!

Fuck!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(HORNS BLARE)

Mate, I can't believe nothing hit ya.

Completely missed me. It's unbelievable.

He must have been a shithouse shot.

Nah, I was just too quick for him.

Oh, what, you dodged the bullets?

Like Superman or something? Is that what you're saying?

No, I'm saying I moved at the right time.

Pfff! Please.

Who put the contract out on you?

No idea.

Well, you could probably work it out.

Who have you pissed off so much they want you dead?

It could be anyone.

No, can't be anyone.

A hit's expensive.

Someone's paid a lot of money to have you knocked.

Who's got the money and hates you that much?

I reckon I can narrow it down to maybe, like...

(SIGHS)

..eight different people.

- Eight? - Or nine.

Nine...

Nine different people want you dead?

How can it be that many?

I've got enemies.

If you're successful in business,

it's normal to have enemies.

It's not normal!

Most people can be successful in business

without having people paying money to kill them.

You got nine separate people trying to kill ya.

I would say that's not normal, mate.

Why do you always have to be such a dick about everything?

Are you alright?

Seriously, did I drop you on your head as a baby or what?

What's the matter with you?

Listen, if you wanna get this thing sorted out,

we've gotta work out who put the hit on you, alright?

Does that make sense?

- Yeah. - Right.

Well, let's look at this list. Who's first?

The Afghan.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

It's me.

Hey, what's going on, mate?

Where you calling from?

Where do you think?

- I'm in Long Bay. - Oh, yeah?

How's it in there? You all good?

Nah, it's shit.

Hey, baby, can you go get me some tampons?

- I can't go out like this. - One second! I'm on the phone!

Shh! Sorry, mate.

I wanna know where my money is.

The 2 million cash I gave you.

Yeah. Hey, brother, the crane thing's up and running.

It's all waiting for you when you get out.

- It's all good, mate. - I'm suss, mate.

I'm very suss on you.

What are you talking about, suss?

What are you talking about?

I hand you a pile of cash, then I get busted.

- It's suss. - Come on, brother.

You think I had something to do with you getting busted?

Did you?

- No. - Did you?

No, no way!

So why would he think that, then?

He's paranoid!

He is a very paranoid dude.

Oh, so just because he's paranoid, that means

he hasn't got a proper reason to put a hit out on ya?

Is that what you're telling me?

What about the Antoun murder?

I already told ya. I'm serious, mate.

I don't know nothing about that.

I never even heard of this Azzizi.

We never said his name.

What?

You just said 'Azzizi'.

- We never told you his name. - Nah, nah, bullshit.

I heard you say it. You said it before.

MALE COP: Should we check the tape?

You just incriminated yourself, Pat.

MALE COP: You are going down so hard it's not even funny.

FEMALE COP: What do you wanna do?

(SIGHS)

What do you want me to do?

We want you to start talking, right now.

JOE: You're kidding me.

Azzizi was caught anyway.

- They were going down. - But you confirmed it!

Who gives a shit if I confirm something they already knew?

A lot of people give a shit! What's the matter with you?

So now The Afghan wants you dead...

How would they even know?

How would they even find out about it?

What, you think the coppers kept their mouths shut?

You'd trust those blokes with your life, would ya?

What's the matter with you?

What about the Tongans?

We, uh, just located these

in a cavity underneath the refrigerator.

Do you know what's inside them?

- Nah. - Do they belong to you?

Never seen 'em before.

So we're not going to find any of your fingerprints on them?

Or your DNA? Is that what you're telling me?

How much jail they get?

There wasn't all that much actual coke in those bricks.

What does that mean?

It means it was cut so much

that they got downgraded to possession.

They got bail.

- They're out? - Yeah.

Shit.

Well, mate, you can definitely add them to the list.

And I can't say I blame them either.

What...what is that supposed to mean?

It means if you screw someone over that badly

in the crim world, you get killed.

Is that such a difficult concept for you to understand?

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there.

(SIGHS)

Who else is there?

There's the Melinda thing.

- Your wife, Melinda? - Yeah.

I keep her in the dark and that, but.

Maybe.

Come here, baby girl. Ooh!

- Daddy! - Bubba! I missed you so much.

- What are you doing here? - Trying to see my daughter.

- MARIA: Where have you been? - I've been around.

I've been around. How have you been, eh?

- She's gotta go to school, Pas. - Nah, nah, nah. Hey, wait, wait.

Hey, come here. You miss me or what?

Yeah, you miss Daddy?

I missed you. You know that, right?

MELINDA: Have a good day, OK? Be a good girl.

PASQUALE: Gimme a hug, gimme a hug. Come here.

- Hello, Mrs Kimble. How are you? - Oh, fine, thanks.

Hey! How's Maria doing? She been a good girl?

MRS KIMBLE: Yes. Much better.

Hey, guys. How are youse? How's the little one?

- She's fine, thanks. - Great. That's really good.

- Nice to see youse. - MELINDA: I have to go.

I gotta go too. Nice to see you all. 'Bye.

Babe, wait. Wait.

'Bye, Maria!

Hey, hey, just wait a second.

Hey! Will you...will you just wait a second, please?

- Hey. Hey. - I'm not even talking to you.

Yes, you fucking are. Hey. Hey, stop.

You are a useless prick.

You don't even pay to support your own kids.

They're my kids. If I wanna see my kids, I'll see 'em.

They live with me, not you. So piss off.

- Turn that thing off. - Let go of the door. Pas...

Hey, hey! Turn that off! Hey, hey! Bullshit!

What are you pricks looking at, huh?

The fuck are you looking at?

Ugh!

Hey! Don't you walk away from me.

Get away from me.

Hey, come here, you stupid bitch. Come here.

Hey!

- Hey. Hey. - Let go of me, ya dickhead!

If I wanna see my kids, I'll see my kids whenever I want.

You don't answer the phone, you don't...

You're the one out there rooting skanks,

won't even take care of your own kids.

You think you can come here and tell me what to do?

How would you like a smack in the face, you stupid bitch?

Would that make you feel like a real man? Hitting girls?

Well, you may as well, 'cause you can't handle yourself

against anyone who could actually fight.

You think you're such a big man, but you're a joke.

All your friends laugh at you behind your back.

All your family hates you.

And you're a shithouse father.

Your own kids are gonna end up hating you.

(DING!)

Pas, don't! What the fuck are you doing?

You think you can do what you want, huh? Huh?

Huh? When you met me, you had nothing.

Don't forget that. Everything you have, I gave you.

- Do you understand? - (WHIMPERS)

You think you can go around doing what you want?

I'll break your fucking neck with my hands. You understand?

I'll fucking kill you.

(DING!)

- (SPITS) - (SOBS)

You been warned.

Next time, you're dead.

- (MELINDA SOBS) - What the fuck you looking at?

(MELINDA SOBS)

(SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILS)

Shit.

OFFICER: Pasquale Timothy Barbaro.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Charges of assault occasioning actual bodily harm

against your wife, Melinda Grasso.

- Out of the car. Let's go. - Righto, dickhead.

- Let's go. - You wanna have a crack, huh?

Oi, stop! Get him.

- Fucking dogs. - Got him?

Melinda's not gonna put a hit out on you.

She's not even a crim.

Nah, nah, I'm not saying that she tried to kill me, but...

..I wouldn't blame her if she did.

I spat in her face, Dad.

She made me so mad, you know?

She took the kids.

I just wanted to see my kids and I just...

..I lost it, you know?

She made me so goddamn mad, but.

I went too far.

You know.

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

(GATE CLOSES)

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

MAGISTRATE: Pasquale Timothy Barbaro.

You pleaded guilty to assault and battery.

Against all my better judgement,

I'm sentencing you to 150 hours of community service.

- (WHISPERS) What? - MAGISTRATE: But...

..I'm granting an apprehended violence order

petitioned by Melinda Grasso.

Mr Barbaro.

Sorry, Your Honour.

MAGISTRATE: You are not to go within 100 metres

of Ms Grasso or her premises.

You are not to assault, molest, harass, threaten

or otherwise interfere with her.

Do you understand?

Yes, Your Honour.

MAGISTRATE: This matter is adjourned

until a date to be set with state counsel.

(BANGS GAVEL)

(WHISPERS) Dickhead.

REPORTER: Mr Barbaro, why do you think you got off so lightly?

Get out of my way.

The whole world knew you snitched.

MAN: Your mate Barbaro is being protected

by the Crime Commission.

It looks like quite a few blokes

are doing major prison time because of him.

Supposed to have dogged someone to get off an assault charge.

He's a dog!

You think he dogged on me?

Fucking wog prick.

There's so much bullshit flying around at the moment.

Everyone's hysterical. You don't know what to believe.

MAN ON PHONE: He dogged on you and the Afghans.

You were lucky you got out when you did.

Alright, he's a dickhead, OK?

But I just didn't think

that he'd dog on his close mates, that's all.

JOE: Let me get this straight.

All your friends are either in jail, dead

or on the run because of you.

Every crim in Sydney wants you dead.

Someone's paid good money to have you knocked.

When your court case comes up, you're facing a long stretch.

Your wife hates ya and you can't see your kids.

Am I missing anything here?

Hey, Dad, do you remember that time

when Uncle Pat came and got me?

When I was a kid?

Yeah.

I was nine.

He come grabbed me off the street.

Drove me from Brissie to Melbourne.

Took us three days.

Drags me to Pentridge Prison

and I meet my dad for the first time.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, what about it?

It was fucked up.

Don't even know I had a dad before that.

Yeah, well, that was your mum's fault.

She's the one who took you away.

Yeah. But she did it to protect me.

She wanted to keep me away from all this shit.

What's the point you're trying to make here?

What if you left me in Brissie, hmm?

You never sent him to come get me,

I would have done something good with my life.

Something different to all this shit.

100%, you know what I mean?

No, I don't know what you mean.

What do you mean? What, you wish you never met me?

Nah, nah, nah. I'm not saying that.

But I'm in this position because of you.

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck you, mate.

I'm your father.

I'm your father. I got every right to want my son in my life.

If you're trying to blame me for your own fuck-ups,

then that's a bit bloody rich.

What if you just left me there, huh?

You ever think about that?

No.

Because there's no bloody point.

You are who you are, mate.

If I'd have left you in Brisbane,

you'd have blokes in Brisbane trying to kill you right now.

Don't try and pin your bullshit on me, mate.

Mate, this isn't helping. Come on.

We gotta work it out, mate. Let's try and...

We gotta try and get you out of this shit somehow.

Can you make some calls, then?

Call some of the old-school blokes.

Oh, mate, that's gonna be tricky.

- Why? - Why? What do you think, why?

What, those old gronks still...

Those old gronks still got the shits with me?

What do you want me to tell you, mate?

They hold a grudge.

I'll do what I can, but in the meantime,

you gotta get yourself out of town.

- Where am I supposed to go? - I don't know.

Drive up the coast somewhere. Stay in motels.

Pay cash for everything.

Don't use your credit cards for nothing.

Yeah, yeah.

Just treat it like a holiday.

You probably need a bit of a break anyway.

- Got your burner phones? - Yeah.

Well, call me when you get settled.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Oh, keep your head down, alright?

Don't draw attention to yourself.

Yeah, yeah. OK, Dad.

- No worries. Ciao. - You'll be right.

Is that your car?

Yeah, mate.

How fast does it go?

Fast!

BOY: Ooh!

Shit.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Ooh! - (ENGINE REVS NOISILY)

(SIGHS)

(SUBTLE SYNTH MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

Hey, baby! Check this out!

2,000 likes. Don't you think that's so cool?

I have shit to do.

ZINA: What are you doing?

I'm packing. What does it look like?

Yeah, I can see that. Why? Are you going somewhere?

PASQUALE: Yeah.

If you won't fucking talk to me, I'm gonna go insane.

What is wrong with you that you won't even talk to me, huh?

What, do you hate me? Is that it?

Well, I hate you too, you stupid pig!

Hey, hey, hey! Hang on a second, would ya?

Would ya chill out? I got people trying to kill me.

I gotta lay low for a while.

Gotta get out of town. Jesus Christ!

ZINA: Where are you going?

I don't know. A motel or something.

Look, it's better if you don't know where.

Why can't we go together?

Because I don't wanna put you in danger, you know?

Trust me, you don't want this life.

ZINA: I don't care. I think we should just be together.

And besides, I know the perfect place. My mum's house.

- What? - Much better than a motel.

Hang on, we can't just rock up to your mum's house.

Why not? It's perfect.

It's only an hour away, no-one'll even know you're there

and the best thing is that you and my mum

can get to know each other.

Hang on, we can't just turn up to your mum's house.

It's not fair on your mother.

What? Don't be stupid. She'll love having us there.

(WOMAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(ZINA REPLIES IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Oh! - ZINA: Mama, this is Pasquale.

This is my mum, Tonka.

Ciao.

(LAUGHS) Hello!

Mwah! Mwah!

Mwah! (LAUGHS) Oh!

He is like an Adonis. So handsome.

Come inside. Come, come.

Are you hungry? I cook you some fish. You like fish?

PASQUALE: Oh, nah, that's cool. I'm not hungry.

TONKA: Oh, these muscles. You're not hungry? I make fish.

Oh, look at this.

Look.

Who you think this is? Who?

Who does that look like to you? (LAUGHS)

Is that, uh, Zina?

(BOTH LAUGH)

No! It is me, in Croatia.

I am same age as Zina.

- Everyone thinks that's me. - (LAUGHS)

- Cool. - (ZINA LAUGHS)

Mama, you look so good.

I know, I have to say it. I look beautiful.

And your father fell in love with me in a bikini.

That was when he played in the band.

- (EXHALES FORCEFULLY) - ZINA: 28.

29. Yep, one more!

Yes, good!

- WOMAN: Oh, how handsome! - WOMAN 2: Oh, isn't he?

(BOTH COO)

Oh, he's gorgeous!

(WOMEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

ZINA: This is nice, hey?

- What? - This place.

It's nice to be away from the city for a while,

don't you think?

(PASQUALE PANTS)

I'm gonna go do abs.

(PUFFS)

BOY: Hey!

Righto, come on.

Up we go. Oosh!

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do!

GIRL: My turn, my turn!

PASQUALE: Alright, come on.

Yeah, good, good, good. Keep going, keep going!

Boom.

WOMAN: Natalie! Nathan!

Can you leave that man alone, please?

Don't worry about it. They're alright.

Are you sure my kids aren't bothering you?

Nah, they're... they're totally sweet.

Easy.

(BOY GIGGLES) Again?

ZINA: When are you coming back?

I don't know. Uh...later on. I'm not sure.

I just don't understand why you're doing this.

I mean, I thought you said there were men trying to kill you.

I told you. I gotta check in with my bail officer in Sydney.

If I don't, they're gonna crack the shits.

But...I should come with you.

Nah, you're staying here.

Don't tell me where I can stay.

Look, do whatever you wanna do. I don't care.

But you're not coming with me.

You don't give a shit about me, do you?

Maybe I'm not the best person to get hung up on right now.

(SUBTLE SYNTH MUSIC)

- POLICEMAN: He's not here. - Oh, when's he back?

Dunno. He's getting coffee.

Why don't you wait with your mate Barbaro?

Oh, you got some balls on ya.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

What, you're so stupid I have to spell it out for ya?

Do you wanna have a crack, ya dickhead?

And what if I do?

I'll slap that smirk right off your face.

Is that smart in a police station?

Let's go outside, then.

- What are you, a bitch? - Let's go.

MAN: Where are you blokes going?

You're first, Barbaro.

See ya, Pat.

(MOTORCYCLES REV)

Shit.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Shit.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

- Dad! - Hello.

- Where are you? - I'm in Sydney.

I gotta get cash,

then I'm going bush for a while.

- You heard anything? - No, not yet.

I made a few calls, but nothing back yet.

- There's nothing? - Nuh.

Nothing. You're gonna have to be patient.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

We'll talk soon, alright?

Yeah.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

(SUBTLE MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES)

(GROANS)

(LAUGHS)

(BEATBOXES)

(RAPS) ♪ I'm Barbaro and I'm ready to go

♪ I'm a bad motherfucker with a pile of blow

♪ I'm sneaky, I'm squeaky

♪ I put bitches in the ground That's freaky

♪ I'm headed to the show With the lights down low

♪ And the crowd's all singing Barbaro

♪ Barbaro, Barbaro

♪ See, I'm a bad motherfucker with a pile of blow... ♪

(MUSIC DARKENS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(MOROSE MUSIC)

♪ I'm Barbaro and I'm feelin' low

♪ I got nothin' for nobody and nowhere to go... ♪

(GAGS)

♪ Why can't I see where I wanna be

♪ Every motherfucker's tryin' to test me... ♪

(SIGHS)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(WHISTLES)

Hey, buddy. (WHISTLES)

Hey, boy.

Hey.

You're a good-looking dog. Sit.

You gotta sit first. You gotta sit. Yeah?

Good boy.

You're a good dog.

Hey?

Yeah, you look like my old dog.

What is it, fella?

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(INTERCOM RINGS)

MELINDA: I'm calling the police.

No, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Don't, please.

I just wanna talk.

I've got an A VO out on you, dickhead,

and right now, you're breaking it, which means

when I call the cops, you go back to prison.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, I won't act like a dickhead, I promise.

And if I do, you can call the cops.

I really need to talk to you.

It's important. I got money for ya.

What's that?

It's all the money I owe ya, plus some more.

Can I come up? Please?

(LIFT DINGS)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

You look like shit.

Can I come in?

Where'd you get all this?

Emptied my bank account.

What's going on?

PASQUALE: I want this one.

It's wider than a standard one so it can fit my chest.

(LAUGHS) Are you on drugs or something?

Listen, there's blokes out there that wanna kill me,

and there's more than one.

Why does that not surprise me?

So if it happens, I wanna have my shit together.

I'm OK with it. I mean...

I've accepted what's coming. It's...

What are you talking about?

There's always someone who wants to knock your head off.

Nah, nah, nah. This is different.

This is serious.

You seriously think you're about to get knocked?

Someone's put a contract out on me.

A lot of money.

There's plenty of blokes wanna collect on it

and sooner or later, it's gonna catch up with me.

Well, what does that mean? You're just...

You're just giving up?

Nah, but...

..in case something happens, you know,

I wanna make sure my stuff's sorted out.

With you especially.

I just don't want it to be a hassle for you,

any of this shit.

You're starting to freak me out.

Also...I wanna try and find a way for you to forgive me.

For all the bad shit I done to you.

I fucked everything up, I admit it.

But I'm really, really sorry.

OK?

Are you just imagining all this?

- No. - You like to exaggerate.

You're sure this isn't you just exaggerating shit again?

Nah, nah, nah. I wish I was, you know?

Well, then you need to get out of town.

- No. - Leave the country, Pas.

I don't have a passport.

I gotta check in with my bail officer every day in Sydney,

otherwise they throw me back inside.

There's nowhere I can go.

Oh, Jesus, I can't believe this.

Babe...

..I done a lot of things I regret in my life.

A lot of bad shit.

(CLEARS THROAT) But, uh...

But marrying you...

..having kids with you...

..was the best thing I ever did.

I know I screwed it all up, you know, but still...

- (SOBS) - Hey, hey, hey.

Don't cry, don't cry!

Hey, hey, don't cry. It's OK.

Hey, you're gonna be OK. Hey? You know?

Hey, bub. Bubba, bubba.

Hey, you're gonna be OK.

Hey, stop.

You're gonna be OK.

OK?

(MELINDA PANTS)

(SUBTLE SYNTH MUSIC)

(MELINDA GASPS)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Dad. - Hey. How are ya?

Yeah, Dad. What's going on?

So I made a few calls

to the blokes in Griffith, La Famiglia.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Said they got no idea who put the hit out on you

and they said they wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.

Why you even calling me, then?

I'm trying to help you out here.

I'm trying to do my best, alright?

How are you trying? You haven't done anything.

There's only so much I can do.

This is a Sydney thing, you need to

connect with some of your Sydney mates.

What do you mean?

It means you made yourself vulnerable by being a lone wolf.

You need powerful friends around you right now

to protect ya.

Like who?

Like who? Like the big blokes.

What about your crane mates?

What are you even talking about?

You got yourself a crane business

worth millions of dollars.

You're in the construction game.

What, you don't know any of the big blokes?

Surely you know some of the big blokes up there.

I know George. George Alex.

Who's that?

He's in, like, construction.

He's running it all over the city.

Yeah, that's exactly the kind of bloke you need to connect with.

Why don't you go see him, ask him to make some calls?

Yeah. I guess I could go see George.

He's a smart guy.

You know, he hears things. Maybe he can ask around.

That's exactly right.

And then if you can find out

who put the hit out, then you can find a way to make amends.

Like what?

Pay 'em some cash. Smooth things over. Give 'em something.

I don't know, a piece of your crane business.

My cranes?

Or what, you'd rather lose it all, mate?

Yeah, yeah. No worries.

That actually might work.

There ya go.

Alright, call me. Let me know how you go.

- OK, Dad. - You'll be alright.

- 'Bye. - Ciao.

What'd he say?

Might have found a way to sort this out.

- What, are you serious? - Yeah.

You know that cash I gave ya? I need it back.

- What? - Yeah.

I'm gonna have to pay some blokes off.

- I need the cash back. - You're joking, right?

Nah, it might save my life.

Is that right?

- Why are you being so selfish? - Me being selfish?

You get a root and think you can go

straight back to your same old bullshit?

I just found a way I might be able to pay to save my life.

You don't give a shit?

Can I remind you, you kicked the shit out of me

and spat in my face?

You don't pay a cent in child support,

but you shower your slut girlfriend with presents.

You finally do the right thing but you get one phone call

and suddenly you want a refund.

Guess what, dickhead - it doesn't work like that.

Listen, you stupid bitch...

Shit.

You're right.

I owed you that money. It's yours.

No point in cracking the shits about it now.

I meant every word I said.

(SIGHS)

Hey, George? It's Pasquale here.

I just needed to talk to you about...just, um...

Listen, can you just give me a call back

soon as you get this message, yeah?

Cheers. 'Bye.

(SIGHS)

(STARTS ENGINE)

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

- MAN: Yeah? - Hey, is George here?

Nah.

Where is he?

Dunno. Who are you?

I'm...I'm just a mate of his. Are you sure he's not here?

Nah, he's not here.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

ZINA: Hey, baby. How are you?

Yeah, I'm fine. All good.

I've been worried about you. Where have you been?

Just sorting shit out.

Is it gonna be OK?

- (PHONE BEEPS) - Hey, hang on. Shit, I gotta go.

Hello?

MAN: Hey there, Pas. It's George.

Hey, mate, how's it going?

Good, good.

Sorry not to call you earlier, mate.

I've been stuck in meetings all day.

Nah, nah, nah. Hey, no worries, mate.

Thanks for calling me back.

Hey, can I talk to you about something?

Oh, yeah. What is it?

I don't wanna say too much over the phone, you know, but, um...

..just about some of the problems that I had going on.

You know, certain problems with certain blokes.

Um...

I'm heading over to my mum 's place in Earlwood.

She's getting quite old and I gotta

go over there and cook for her, you know?

- Do you wanna meet me there? - Yeah!

- Yeah, that sounds good. - OK, great.

We can catch up, have a chat.

I'll text you the address.

Awesome, mate. Awesome.

Hey, thanks a lot, George. I'll see you soon.

(ENDS CALL)

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

- Hey, George. - Hey!

Come in, mate.

Mum. Mum!

This is Pasquale.

Ciao, Mrs Alex. Nice to meet you.

What was that, Mum?

Come through, mate.

(CHUCKLES) She's old now, but she's stubborn.

There's no way she's gonna go into a nursing home.

Hey, I wouldn't want that for her anyway.

Yeah, yeah, totally.

She looked after me, you know?

So it's only fair I look after her now.

Yeah, yeah. Totally.

Hey, so, um, I just wanted to...

You know how to make moussaka?

I've... I've never even eaten it.

- You've never had moussaka? - No.

Mate, you're in for a treat!

I make the best moussaka in Australia.

People like to fry the eggplant,

but I reckon it makes it too soggy.

Baking is the way to go.

Now, you brush some oil on that.

Yeah.

- Good. Bit of salt. - Yeah.

Beautiful. And in the oven, medium heat, for 20 minutes.

OK.

Now for the meat sauce.

Don't start crying on me, George,

or I'll start crying too.

(CHUCKLES)

And...

..into the frying pan.

Put some garlic in.

Dry oregano.

Bit of salt.

Lamb mince meat, OK?

Italians, they like their pork, they like their beef,

but for us Greeks, it's all about lamb.

In goes the meat.

Canned tomatoes.

And wine.

You know what, uh... what I use in my bolognaise?

Milk.

GEORGE: To make it nice and creamy, right?

Yeah.

- Cheers. - Cheers, George.

- (SIGHS) - Hey, so you, um...

You know how I... I got that problem?

Yeah, what is it?

Um, well, I'm sure you've heard, you know?

Someone tried to have a go at me, and it was, uh...

Mum, you right?

Sorry, mate, gotta help Mum with the toilet.

You keep an eye on the, uh, eggplant for me?

Yeah.

ANDREW O'KEEFE: Let's do it. 60 seconds on the clock.

- Best of luck. - Thank you.

And your time starts... now.

Which team in the English Premier League

is nicknamed the Hammers?

West Ham.

- Hammersmith. - West Ham.

Broadcast for 20 years was the Australian TV kids show

'Fat Cat and' what?

Friends.

- Pass. - Friends.

A well-known Shakespearean sonnet begins,

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's" what?

- Day. - Morn.

Day.

The UNESCO World Heritage site

Museum Island is in which city?

Berlin.

- Pass. - Berlin.

A common expression of happiness is

"You wouldn't be dead for" what?

- PASQUALE AND CONTESTANT: Quids. - Correct.

Rebecca Gibney played a mechanic

in which classic Australian TV drama?

'Flying Doctors'.

- 'Halifax'. - 'Flying Doctors'.

What is the square root of 25?

Five.

- Five. - Correct.

- (BUZZER SOUNDS) - Hey, well done, Nick.

(CHUCKLES) You've whipped up $8, 000.

Hey, George!

Let's go to it, shall we? Prepare to meet...

- Looks just like lasagne, huh? - Yeah.

In the corners.

In the oven for 45 minutes.

- That looks good, huh? - Huh? Yeah. Here, mate.

So you know I said there's a bit of shit going on with me?

What shit?

Well, there's blokes after me and stuff.

Hey, there's a price on my head.

Um...

..I don't mean to be rude,

but, uh, could we talk about this after dinner?

Yeah, why?

(SIGHS) I just wanna focus on making dinner.

Mum's getting hungry. I'm only here once a week.

- You know how it is. - Yeah.

And, um...

..after dinner's a better time to talk about...

..this sort of stuff.

OK. Yeah, yeah, no worries. No worries.

Eh? What do you think?

- It's beautiful! - Huh?

It's really good!

Mum, you happy?

Yeah. Happy.

(CHUCKLES)

See, Mum has this for the rest of the week, right?

All she has to do is put in the microwave and that's it.

I've got other stuff for her cooked in the freezer.

But hey, look, see? Put labels on everything.

She gets hungry, all she has to do, just pull it out.

Hey, so...so, George,

I was just wondering if, you know, maybe we can talk about

seeing if you can sort out that thing for me?

Oh, yeah. Sorry, mate, sorry.

Sorry it's taken me so long to get around to it.

Talk me through it.

Someone's got it in for me.

I don't know who it is,

but someone out there wants to fuck me up.

You know? I was just wondering if you know anything.

No, mate, I don't.

I was wondering maybe, you know, if you could make some calls.

See if anyone's heard anything.

(LAUGHS) Who am I gonna call?

I don't know.

Maybe some of the big-time blokes or something.

Just see if anyone's heard anything, you know?

Like, can you do that for me?

I don't know, mate.

Not sure what I'm gonna be able to do for you.

I can give it a go, I guess.

Can't promise you anything.

That's all I need, you know?

And maybe if we find out who it is, you know,

we can do, like, a peace deal or something.

- A peace deal? - Yeah.

What do you mean by that?

Like, if you find out who's got it in for me,

maybe you can let 'em know I got cash and stuff.

I'll give 'em, you know, maybe

part of my crane business or something, you know?

You know what I'm saying? Like...

Yeah, yeah, I know. But I don't... Well...

What are you saying?

Just...just if you find out who's got it in for me,

then just let 'em know, you know,

I wanna make things right.

Like, give 'em cash and stuff, yeah?

Yeah, sure, mate. Sure.

I can't promise you anything, but hey,

I'll see what I can do, OK?

Hey, thanks a lot, George. Seriously.

Thanks for the dinner, yeah?

Hey, next time, you're making the moussaka, eh?

- (LAUGHS) - Or lasagne. Much better.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

You be careful what you say, OK?

Because we Greeks, we take that shit very seriously.

(BOTH LAUGH)

GEORGE: Good to see you, mate.

Hey, thanks heaps, George. You'll make some calls, yeah?

I'll do what I can. (LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

- (GUNSHOT) - Ahh! Ahh!

- Fuck! - (GUNSHOTS)

- (GUNSHOTS) - Open the fucking door!

- Ahh! - (GUNSHOT)

(DOG BARKS)

WOMAN: Pasquale.

Pasquale!

(STARK MUSIC)