All language subtitles for Australian.Gangster.2021.E02.1080p.BluRay.DTS.x264-SbR_track5_[eng]

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)