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[FAINT TRAFFIC SOUNDS]

[TRAIN RATTLING]

[BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]

MAN: The game of kings - chess -

transcends culture,

religion, race, politics

and economics.

Doesn't matter what your circumstances are,

you can enjoy a good old-fashioned battle

over a chessboard anytime.

This here's not an ordinary game, you see.

Could say it's a high-stakes game.

The highest stakes of all.

This is Abe.

Abe is my boss. I drive for him.

Sounds simple enough.

But it ain't.

You see, Abe is a gangster.

Old-school.

It's all about loyalty and honour with Abe.

But the thing is, Abe suffers from DID -

dissociative identity disorder.

Or, in layman's terms,

multiple personalities.

Now, this is Frankie.

Frankie is his own sort of fuckin' crazy.

Not crazy like Abe crazy,

just...sociopath crazy.

You see, Frankie used to work for Abe

until he decided to do his own thing.

Abe and Frankie have been at each other ever since.

The media call it a gang war.

Abe calls it a problem.

And Frankie?

Frankie calls it business.

[TENSE INDUSTRIAL ROCK MUSIC]

[SIREN WAILS]

MAN: Abe has been good to me.

Like a father figure.

A mentor.

And a mate, faults and all.

To be truly honest, the last 24 hours feels like a dream,

and not a good one.

More like a fuckin' nightmare.

[MUTED CONVERSATION]

None of this feels real. But here I am.

DETECTIVE: ..electronically recorded record of interview.

And, Ben, can you state your full and correct name?

Ben Michael Carter.

DETECTIVE: OK. Do you go by any other names or nicknames?

- Benny. DETECTIVE: Benny.

And you understand why you're here?

OK, Ben, so we are here because of an incident

that occurred at the Lucky Saints Bar.

Can you tell me what happened before police became involved?

From which part?

BEN: Let's rewind.

[TAPE REWINDING]

[PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC]

The day started like every other day.

Wake up, you sleepyhead! Wake up!

- Wake up, wake up, wake up! - [ABE GROANS]

- You gotta get out of bed. - Mia!

Leave your father alone and go and get ready for school.

- Wake up, wake up! - [GRUFFLY] Mia...

..you just...

..woke up Tickle Frankenstein!

- No! - [ABE ROARS PLAYFULLY]

Tickle Frankenstein!

Mia, go and get ready for school.

And, Abe, stop stirring her up.

Go get dressed.

You stir her up and then I have to chill her out

and get her ready for school.

It's not my fault she woke up Tickle Frankenstein.

[HUFFS] Tickle Frankenstein...

- Hey, Your Honour, come here. - [CHUCKLES]

Hey, Your Honour, I'm pleading the Fifth.

Mmm. You always do.

- Mm-mm. - Come on.

Mm-mm. Uh-uh.

- Come on. - I've got to get ready.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

There's things to do.

[SIGHS SOFTLY]

Yep.

[LOW OMINOUS MUSIC]

[INDIE POP SONG PLAYS ON STEREO]

Morning, Princess.

Smells awesome.

Hey, don't forget we've got dinner

on Friday night with Michelle and Ryan.

Friday? Mmm...

I'm just playing with you.

I love hanging out with your sister and Brian.

I can see that.

And it's Ryan, not Brian.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's Ryan. I'm just joking around.

Friday?

Friday. Locked it in.

Can I go to Stephanie's on the weekend to the movies?

Abe?

Fine by me.

Alright, well, I'll call Stephanie's mum

- and sort something out. - Yay!

But you have to do your homework first.

- That's the deal, OK? MIA: Yes, yes. I promise.

ABE: Coffee, honey? SOFIA: No, thanks.

I'm being good and cutting down on my caffeine.

OK, you be good and all that,

but you are missing out on the Abe special brew.

Special brew? It's instant coffee.

Hey, it's how you make it, my angel.

Milk first, and stir.

Your facetiousness will not sway me

from my mission to make a world-class coffee.

- [INTERCOM BEEPS] - You're so full of it.

It's instant!

You know we have a thousand-dollar machine there?

- You should try it. - Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Benny. He'll be down in five.

I'm making him a coffee.

At least he will appreciate it.

Poor Benny.

He has to like it - he works for you.

Mm-hm, yeah, very funny.

He will tell me the truth.

You'll see.

- And he'll love it. - Sure he will. Yep.

You know, honey, some days just...

..feel special, and today feels that way.

You're not getting all philosophical on me, are you?

Nah, nah, I just...

I've just got that tingly feeling, like...

..that feeling of a change in the air.

Feels like a good day.

You be good at school.

Learn heaps.

See you later tonight.

What are we doing for dinner?

I'll grab something on the way home.

Something special.

Something healthy.

[CUTLERY CLINKS]

[PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hey.

Love you, Princess.

Love you too, Daddy.

[INDIE POP SONG CONTINUES PLAYING]

[BROODING ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

DETECTIVE: So, what have you seen that, um...

..you would consider to be illegal activity?

[PHONES RINGING IN DISTANCE]

You know, he... [SCOFFS]

..he was good at hiding...

..everything from me.

You know, he-he made sure that...

..I saw nothing, I heard nothing.

That was...

..that was Abe.

I was just his driver. He just made sure that was it.

BEN: Now, that was a fuckin' lie.

I knew everything about Abe.

The only thing I didn't know

was his state of mind that morning.

[TRAFFIC BLARES IN DISTANCE]

Nah, nah, finish your smoke.

Thanks, boss.

My pleasure, young Benjamin.

You want one?

Not here.

- Sofe'll kill me. - Mm.

BEN: Sofe.

Sofe left a few years ago.

Clearly off his meds.

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Well?

Well?

- The coffee. - Oh! Mm.

Pretty bloody good!

Fuck yeah. I said that. It's good, right?

Yeah! That's good!

Yeah, that's what I said to Sofe.

- It's really good. - I said it's good

and you would tell me the truth, yeah?

100.

Yeah, that's good. Mmm.

For instant coffee.

Fuck you, instant coffee!

What?

Never mind. Instant coffee... Get in the car.

[BEN CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Fuck!

- Instant fuckin' coffee... - [CAR ENGINE STARTS]

- Fuck... - [BEN LAUGHS]

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]

BEN: Every day was the same routine.

And today felt no different.

Cops were like clockwork.

It was always a bit of cat-and-mouse

with the boys in blue.

POLICE RADIO: ..formal operation in progress

in North Sector 26...

[CHUCKLES]

Morning, cocksuckers.

DETECTIVE: Keep on 'em, Wannie. Keep on 'em.

These guys are so obvious it's a fuckin' joke.

Glovebox.

BEN: New burner.

[OPENS GLOVEBOX]

Burners were how Abe talks to his different personalities.

A bit of a charade, but it's how he manages his illness.

So, what's on today, boss? What are we doin'?

- It's a big day, Benny boy. - Oh, yeah?

- A big day. - Alright.

Just lose those clowns.

Yep, once we hit the traffic.

DETECTIVE: Keep on 'em.

[TYRES SCREECH, ENGINE REVS]

DETECTIVE: Go!

[ENGINE REVS]

DETECTIVE: They're runnin'. Go, go, go!

[TYRES SQUEAL]

DETECTIVE: Fuckin' hell! Urgh!

[CHUCKLES]

Now, that, young Benny Boy, was a piece of art!

And that is why you are my driver.

Thanks, boss.

They may want to take a few demerit points off your licence

but well worth it.

- [CHUCKLES] - Fuck 'em.

[TYRES SCREECH]

So, what's the plan?

The plan is already happening.

See, in this business, it's all about doing and reacting

to what's happening around you.

A reflex.

Everything's changing, Benny.

This Frankie situation...

I've got to adapt.

It's like a game of chess.

Someone does that move and takes a rook,

so you do this move and take a knight.

The trick is not to expose your queen...

..or fuck the king.

And tonight Frankie will know who the real king is.

It's about getting that shit done.

[STATIC ON RADIO CRACKLES]

['AHH' BY REALBOY PLAYS ON RADIO]

♪ Being a child of abandonment just like you

♪ Forced to live in such a sick green world

♪ It's been months now and you're all hooked on it

♪ It's been years now and you're just as hopeless

♪ But you should have known this by now... ♪

I was just his driver. He just made sure that was it.

DETECTIVE: Come on, Benny.

I think you can do better than that, mate.

We did stop at a building on Fison.

DETECTIVE: Who lives there at this meeting place, Benny?

No, no idea.

DETECTIVE: No idea? - No idea.

I'd never been there before.

BEN: Well, that was bullshit.

We'd been there plenty of times before.

It was just another part of the process.

[GRUNTS]

BEN: And this is Kane -

Abe's most dangerous personality.

The fighter and the fixer.

The killer.

This was his darkness.

The closest personality to him.

The part of himself he could always rely on.

See, some of us are thrown into this world by chance.

But Kane...

..Kane was created for this world.

A tailor-made savage.

BEN: Fison Ave? ABE: Just a tick.

[LINE RINGING]

I gotta deal with this finance fucker.

[SERENE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

BEN: Meet Richard. Another one of his personalities.

The part that does all the finances.

Washes the cash, turns it legal.

Every successful crime boss needs a Richard.

[LINE RINGING]

Can you believe this guy?

Ignoring me for over a week now.

Thinks he's above me.

[LINE RINGING]

Guy's either got big balls or he's a fuckin' idiot.

Or he's both.

[CHUCKLES]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE STOPS]

BEN: The problem is, Richard wasn't answering Abe.

Richard had gone rogue.

And it was like he'd created his own separate life.

To Abe, these personalities were as real

as the person sittin' next to you.

[DISCONNECT TONE]

I fuckin' bankroll this maggot

and he thinks he can walk away and cut me out,

just flush me like a fuckin' turd!

You want me to chat to him?

BEN: As if that'd ever happen.

Nah, it's well beyond that, Benny.

Well beyond chatting.

[LINE RINGING]

STAN: [ON PHONE] Boss. - Stano.

Meet us for a catch-up.

No problem.

- Yeah, you got the address? - Fison Ave.

How long?

- 15. - 15.

- Alright, see you there. - Righto.

Some days, Benny, you just gotta show these pricks

who's holding the aces.

No more fuckin' around with these clowns.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[HEAVY MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES]

BEN: You see, Abe saw the world as one big hostile place.

Hostility attracts hostility.

[TYRES SCREECH]

What the fuck?!

- [MUSIC CONTINUES] BEN: Kane was Abe's way

of dealing with that hostile world.

[ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH]

That's where Abe was different.

He manifested them to suit his needs.

In Abe's mind, Kane was the lone wolf.

The natural born killer.

Disconnected from society.

Did his job, no questions asked.

100% reliable.

No conscience, no moral compass, no guilt.

He just did what was needed.

The perfect soldier.

The funny thing is that 10 degrees of separation

was a lot closer than I ever thought.

None of us really knew how far he'd detached himself

from the real world.

I guess it's easy to see it all in hindsight, eh?

To be honest, at this point,

I had no idea how dangerous he really was.

MAN: I fuckin' told that cunt, bro,

if he doesn't fuckin' pay me by Saturday,

I'm gonna fuckin' stab him.

Yeah, fuck him. Gotta do what you gotta do, bro.

Fuck you lookin' at, dog?

[MEN GROAN]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

- [KANE GRUNTS] - [TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

- [TAPE REWINDING] - [MUSIC STOPS]

Those things are gonna kill you.

Everything'll kill ya nowadays, mate.

I like my poison.

BEN: Abe lived a fantasy life

through Kane's world of violence.

[ENTRANCE ALERT CHIMES]

It was all just a beautiful violent illusion

playing out in his mind.

[STATIC, INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]

[HEAVY MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES]

Abe would say, in this business,

if I can't negotiate it, and Richie can't buy it,

then there's only one way to fix it.

[KANE GRUNTS]

BEN: You have to be a monster.

A true fuckin' monster.

See, Kane might have been a figment of Abe's personality,

but the address was real,

and so were the people who lived there.

[SECURITY PAD BEEPS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

- Hey, handsome. - Hey, Tracey.

Always looking good.

TRACEY: [IN RUSSIAN]

[IN RUSSIAN]

[IN RUSSIAN]

[IN RUSSIAN]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

OK.

[TRACEY SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

[BOTH CONVERSE IN RUSSIAN]

[KEY RATTLES IN LOCK]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

BEN: I think Kane was becoming harder for him to control.

[EXHALES]

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

BEN: Maybe even he had his own demons.

[SINISTER MUSICAL STING]

Knock twice, slip it under the door.

No problem, boss.

DETECTIVE: What was in the envelope?

No idea, mate.

Just, uh... could've been anything.

Could've been a letter or cash.

And why would you say cash?

From what I've seen in the papers, it...

..you know...

..it could've been cash.

BEN: I knew exactly what was in that envelope,

and it wasn't cash.

[ARGUING IN RUSSIAN]

[SECURITY PAD BEEPS]

[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]

BEN: Stan had no idea. He was just part of the charade.

Like a good little soldier, he played his part.

[HEATED ARGUING IN DISTANCE]

Even the most hardened hearts feel guilt.

Can be a heavy burden.

Eventually breaks you down, those inner thoughts.

And inner demons.

They come creeping back to haunt you.

Always there.

[TV SWITCHES ON]

Police are no closer to solving

these gangland execution-style murders

that have been going on between the south-side crime gangs

and the north-side syndicate.

There is a real concern from police

that this growing turf war

could see an increase in these murders...

[TV SWITCHES OFF]

BEN: We all have choices.

Sometimes those choices are more personal than others.

[ENGINE REVS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Plan?

Give us a second.

[LINE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Don't answer it.

Don't listen to him. Take the call.

Shut up.

Don't.

Just let it ring out.

GHOST 2: What does it matter? We're all dead anyway.

Yeah?

You got what you need.

Job needs to be done in the next 24 hours.

[DISCONNECT TONE]

There you go. Looks like the job's on.

GHOST 1: He still has a choice.

I think he's made his choice.

He had a choice with all of us.

We all made choices to be where we are.

Yeah, and you chose to skim off Abe.

[SCOFFS] And you were such a saint!

GHOST 2: Hey, it was just business.

Oh, business. You hear that? Business.

It was business that put a bullet in your fuckin' head.

We all got a bullet in the head.

[MAN 1 GRUNTS]

[MAN 2 SHOUTS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS]

BEN: I wished I'd seen it coming.

[WISTFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[POP BALLAD PLAYS]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

Hey. How was your run?

Powered, baby! Whew! Powered.

BEN: Richard was a special sort of monster.

He'd decided he was the dominant personality

and nothing and no-one would stand in his way.

- Ah... - [SIGHS WEARILY]

[PHONE RINGS]

BEN: Abe would never allow that to happen.

- [PHONE RINGS] - [SIGHS]

Fuck...off!

You are not gonna ruin tonight.

PAM: Who's ruining tonight?

Don't worry about it, baby.

Just some idiots trying to muscle in on the Menzies deal.

But no-one... [EXHALES]

..is gonna ruin tonight.

It's good. It's my best one yet.

It's good. OK.

And how's good down here?

- My back hurts. - Oh, back hurts?

- Mm. - Yeah?

- Stop hurting Mummy, Daisy. - That's her foot.

RICHARD: That's her foot? Give me a little kick.

- You been kicking Mummy? - Yes.

Alright, I'm gonna take a quick shower.

OK.

[POP BALLAD CONTINUES PLAYING]

Baby, get any more shampoo?

You've run out. I'll get some more tomorrow.

Fuckin' hell.

Fuckin' stud.

Ah, babe, looks amazing.

My wallet. Do you know where my wallet is?

On the side table in the bedroom.

- Mmm. - [SCOFFS]

[PHONE CHIMES]

Alright, baby, I'm gonna head out early, beat the traffic

'cause tonight, you know, it's a pretty big one.

You need to rest.

Thanks, babe.

OK. So can we not get into a whole thing over a meal?

- Mm-hm. - Yeah?

I love you.

Love you.

OK.

Well, don't wait up, 'cause you know what Mackenzie's like.

Tomorrow, you and I,

we celebrate, just us.

- OK? - Of course.

Of course.

OK.

[PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[SLAMS CHAIR]

[CAR ENGINE HUMMING SOFTLY]

[OMINOUS PULSING MUSIC]

[MOTORCYCLE REVS]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[TENSE ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

BEN: The wheels were in motion.

We were all on a collision course.

Call it fate, if you believe in fate.

As Abe put it, the plan was in motion,

like a psychotic fucking opera playing out.

No-one could've stopped it now, not even Abe.

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Who would you like to call?

Call Lollipop.

[PHONE BEEPS]

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Calling Lollipop mobile.

[LINE RINGING]

WOMAN: [ON PHONE] Hi, babe.

[CHUCKLES] Hey, gorgeous.

You, uh, you ready for tonight, yeah?

I've been thinking about it all day. [GIGGLES]

My body is just tingling thinking about it.

OK, OK, OK... OK, don't do that.

Don't do that.

Give me 45, I've just got to take care of a few things,

sort out a few papers at the office and I will be there.

[BREATHILY] Oh, I want your body now.

Oh, my God, I can't wait. OK.

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Who would you like to call?

- Please call Kelly. - [PHONE BEEPS]

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Calling Kelly mobile.

KELLY: [VOICEMAIL] Hi. Kelly here.

- Please leave a message. - [BEEP!]

Babe, can you please call me back?

Bastard. You fucking bastard!

So, tell me, tell me, tell me, what are you wearing?

WOMAN: [ON PHONE] Nothing.

[LAUGHS]

Nothing, OK. Describe nothing for me.

Well, picture me stepping out of the shower...

Yeah.

..dripping wet.

You're like this. Alright, alright.

You know what? Um... Let's slipstream this.

- Yeah? - I can do this in 20.

I want your body now.

I know, I know, I know. OK.

Um, you know what?

I think about you, I can smell you. Ah, God, gorgeous.

- Shit! - What? What's up?

- [LINE RINGING] - It's Pam calling me.

OK. Listen, don't-don't answer it.

I feel sort of guilty, you know?

Don't...don't feel guilty.

- Oh, she's hung up, thank God. - You know what?

She's just calling you because she's bored.

Do you think she suspects anything?

No. Not in a million years.

She has no idea what's going on.

Just...

I... [STAMMERS]

I don't want you to worry about anything, OK?

I will deal with her

and, look, I've got to put one more thing in place

and we will not have to worry

about her fuckin' bullshit ever again.

- Just... - I know. [SIGHS]

It just hurts not being together.

- And-and... - Hurry up.

..20 minutes.

[MOTORCYCLE REVS]

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Who would you like to call?

Please call Kelly.

[PHONE BEEPS]

AUTOMATED PHONE VOICE: Calling Kelly mobile.

[LINE RINGING]

KELLY: [ON PHONE] She's ringing me again.

Should I take the call and just call you back?

Take the call, find out what she wants,

- don't say anything... - [LINE RINGING]

I've actually got another call coming through. Deal with it.

- Get back to me. - OK, babe.

Yeah, Richard speaking.

[LINE RINGING]

KELLY: [ON PHONE] Hi, babe. What's up?

Fuck, I don't even know where to begin.

I'm-I'm in the car and I'm following Richard.

- You're following Richard? - Yes.

My mind is going, like,

a million miles an hour right now.

OK, slow down.

Take a deep breath and tell me what's going on.

I think Richard's having an affair.

- With who? - I don't know!

With this girl that he names 'Lollipop' or something.

Lollipop?

I saw this message on his phone tonight.

- Message on his phone? - I saw it with my own eyes.

I doubt he's having an affair.

How could he do this to me?

Like...how could he do this to us?

Wait a second, he's turning.

- Just one second. - Where?

Yeah, he's turning into this carpark.

- Can he see you? - I'll have to call you back.

OK?

[TICKET MACHINE WHIRRS]

[MOTORCYCLE REVS]

[LINE RINGING]

KELLY: [ON PHONE] Hi. - Hey. How'd it go?

She knows you're having an affair.

No way. She's got no idea.

She's following you.

You...you're at a carpark.

Richard...

Hello?

[CONCERNED] Babe.

[MOTORCYCLE ALARM BLIPS]

[GRASPS GUN]

[SINISTER MUSIC BUILDS]

[GUN COCKS]

How much?

[SCOFFS, SHOUTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[CAR ALARM BLARES IN DISTANCE]

[CAR ALARM CONTINUES]

[CAR ALARM INTENSIFIES]

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

[ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH]

[BEN INHALES, EXHALES]

Can I get a cigarette?

Sorry, mate, I don't smoke.

[DETECTIVE GROANS]

Knock yourself out, mate.

DETECTIVE 1: Don't you know smoking can kill ya, Benny?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Ironic, eh?

Thank you.

DETECTIVE 2: You're right, mate.

Then, what? Then you've headed to the Lucky Saints Bar?

- Is that right? - Correct. Yep.

BEN: Like every day, as if they didn't know that.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

Benny.

- Boss man. - Winks.

How we going for time?

Frankie should be here in about 30.

Mm.

Today's a good day.

BEN: [CHUCKLES WRYLY] A good day.

[THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN PATTERS]

DETECTIVE 1: Time's ticking, mate.

He, uh...

He asked me to go in when we arrive,

which never happens.

I thought it was kinda nice,

instead of sittin' in the fuckin' car all the time.

BEN: Another lie.

So we went in.

Uh...Abe and Frankie had a meeting set up.

And, uh...

I dunno, we-we had a drink and just got ready.

- [DANCE MUSIC PLAYS] - [PHONE BUZZES]

Why shoot yourself in the foot, mate?

Frankie's here.

[GUN COCKING]

Today's a good day.

Let's make history today.

Let him in.

[TENSE ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

[SIREN WAILS]

SOFIA: [ON PHONE] Sofia here.

Hello?

Hello?

I know you're there.

[SIGHS]

DETECTIVE 1: Ready?

For the meeting, you know. Just got ready.

It wasn't long before they arrived, so...

So who's...who's 'they', Benny?

Come on. Can't read your mind.

- Who's 'they'? - Frankie...Frankie and Tony T.

DETECTIVE 1: Who's Frankie and Tony T?

Come on.

DETECTIVE 1: OK, mate... - Fuckin' hell.

You know Frankie, mate. Everyone knows Frankie.

DETECTIVE 1: Do we? Alright.

You would know him better than I would.

BEN: These guys knew exactly who Frankie and Tony T were.

And how was everybody's moods

when all these people came together?

- What was the atmosphere like? - [EXHALES]

Everyone was pretty...relaxed, considering, I guess.

BEN: Now that was a fuckin' lie.

[SLOW-PACED SURF ROCK MUSIC]

That's right, South-side in the house!

Knock, knock!

Who's fuckin' there?

Ha-ha-ha.

What up, you fat fuck, Stan?

Oh, look. It's the fuckwit island boys.

- Ha-ha. - Hey?

- Go on, get over it. Ooooh! - Fuckin' hell, hey?

Abe's waitin'.

Hey, next time take me to dinner first please, mate.

Tell ya mum to hold on the casserole. I'll be home late.

Always be a fat fuck, Stanley.

ABE: Frankie, Frankie. Welcome.

What up, Abe?

Benny. Long time.

- Huh. - Long time.

Come on. Shalom, shalom, brother.

Shalom.

[SNIFFS] Yeah, you smell good. Don't he, bruz?

He smells real fuckin' good.

Oh, nice place. Yeah.

Love what we done with it. [LAUGHS]

Mi casa, su casa.

It means 'my house is your house'.

- Oh, but I don't speak Greek. - He don't speak Greek.

Yeah, take a seat.

Benny, get us a couple of bourbons.

Tony, you're welcome to have a drink.

- Get Tony a drink. - Nah, don't fuckin' bother.

- I don't fuckin' drink. - He don't drink.

My father always told me never trust a man who doesn't drink.

Fuck your father. [SCOFFS]

You think we give a fuck what your father thinks?

Get Tony a cranberry juice.

[CHUCKLES]

- Shit, son. - Get fucked.

Salud.

L'chaim...

- [GLASSES CLINK] - ..old man.

- [MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY] - [ROWDY VOICES IN DISTANCE]

[GLASS SMASHING]

[MUSIC, VOICES CONTINUE]

What, you play chess or somethin'?

Yeah. You?

[SCOFFS] I ain't just good-lookin', man.

I love a game.

[CLICKS TONGUE] I'm like Bobby Fisher, man.

Two moves ahead. You feel me?

Grandmaster!

[FRANKIE CHUCKLES]

- Shall we? FRANKIE: Fuck yeah, homie.

- Now... - This fool.

- ..as my guest... - Uh-huh.

..you can start.

FRANKIE: What are we playing for?

Huh? You got crypto? What you got, huh?

I don't want this fuckin' shithole. [LAUGHS]

How about the winner lives...

..the loser dies?

Fuck you, old man.

We young and hungry. We ain't dumb, playing a stupid game.

That's fuckin... [SCOFFS] ..punk.

[CHUCKLES] Fuck, you for real, old man?

Fuck you, fuckin' cunt. Nah, we outta here.

Fuck this shit, man.

- Hey, what the...! - Sit the fuck down, princess.

- Sit the fuck down. - What the fuck's this shit?

- Alright. Alright, man. - Don't fuckin' move, cunt.

Fuck.

You fuckin' for real?

You gonna do us like that?

- Fuck is this? - A fuckin' game?

For our life?

You're fuckin' crazier than I thought.

[MENACING MUSIC]

DETECTIVE 1: Seriously?

The winner...of the chess game lives?

I'm being 100% honest with you.

That was the deal.

Chess. As in king, queen, checkmate?

BEN: Yes. Yep.

It was like...

..Deer Hunter, Russian roulette,

just with a fuckin' chess set.

What was Frank's reaction to that?

What do you think?

And you must think I'm just some dumb punk. Huh?

Yeah.

That's right, I didn't just show up here

without no backup, bitch.

An insurance policy?

Yeah, a fuckin' insurance policy. Did I stutter?

ABE: That's clever, Frankie. - Fuck you, I'm clever.

Tell me about your insurance policy.

I'll tell you about it.

That fuckin' white sliced bread of yours, that yummy mummy?

Mmm! She ain't bad, son.

And that little daughter of yours?

Yeah, one phone call. Them first.

You want to play this game?

I said, do you want to play this game?

- Clever. - Yeah.

Your fuckin' family.

BEN: You could feel something bad was comin'.

What, cat got your tongue, cunt?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Not so fuckin' smart now, are ya?

My family's first?

Yeah.

Your fuckin' white bread yummy mummy.

And that little daughter of yours. Mia, right?

One phone call, fool.

[ABE INHALES]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Yeah.

Your family first.

And then all you fuckin' dogs.

[SPITS]

I ain't playing.

Go ahead.

FRANKIE: Go ahead what? - Make the fuckin' call.

I ain't fuckin' playing, dog.

Make the fuckin' call, man.

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

- [LINE RINGING] - [THUNDER CRASHES]

Put it on speaker.

[SETS DOWN PHONE]

MAN: [ON SPEAKERPHONE] Boss, are we red or green?

Yeah...I reckon green.

We good to go?

Don't hang up.

Yeah, everything's rosy.

- Are we good to go? - Fuckin' green's good to go!

Yeah, we're good to go.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[MEN BREATHING SHAKILY]

MAN: [ON SPEAKERPHONE] Boss, it's weird.

What? What's weird?

The joint. It's...

The joint's fuckin' what?

It's fuckin' empty.

What the fuck you mean it's fuckin' empty?

As in there's no furniture,

no people, no nothing.

What do you mean, there's no-one there?

It's like nobody fuckin' lives here.

It's just a box.

Yeah, like a shoebox.

What's in the box?

[LOUD WHOOSHING OVER PHONE]

- [PHONE BEEPS RAPIDLY] - Fuck.

Oi!

Fuck you.

Boom.

Come on, man.

A fuckin' game? You're fuckin' kidding me, right?

I said, you're fucking kidding me, right?

BEN: I wish he was.

I'm intrigued, Benny. What happened next?

ABE: You threatened my family, cunt.

My family.

That's what you said.

I was playing, man.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Well, Frank, I guess that didn't go as planned,

but shit happens.

But I am a man of my word.

Like I said...

..the winner lives...

..and the loser dies.

Fuck you, man. Give me a fuckin' drink.

- [BOTTLES CLINK] - Give me a fuckin' drink.

Fuck, man.

I said, get me a fuckin' drink!

Fuck!

[LIQUID POURING]

Thanks, Benny.

FRANKIE: Just fuckin' leave the bottle.

I said fuckin' leave the bottle.

BEN: OK. FRANKIE: Alright?

[POURS DRINK]

[SETS DOWN GLASS]

[EXHALES]

Winner lives, loser dies.

Winner lives, loser dies.

- You got this, man. - Fuck off.

[TENSE EDGY MUSIC]

[POURS DRINKS]

[SETS DOWN BOTTLE]

OK.

[THUMBS CIGARETTE PACKET]

[TAPS CIGARETTE]

Frankie.

Fuck.

You're good, Frankie.

You are good.

Aren't ya?

Hmm?

OK.

BEN: This was the moment

I knew 100% he was off his meds.

Fuck.

KANE: You're going to lose. You always lose.

[FRENETIC WHISPERING]

VOICE 1: Don't fuck the king. VOICE 2: You always lose.

ABE: You can't lose.

You've never lost.

Checkmate.

Fuck yeah!

South-side!

Ah-ha, bitch!

Fuck yeah!

In your motherfuckin' face.

Frankie won the game.

Frankie won the game?

Yeah, he fuckin' won, fair and square.

It was a helluva game. Helluva game.

BEN: It was also the tipping point,

pushing Abe over the edge.

Suck on that!

KANE: Come on. You've lost everything.

ABE: I've never lost.

KANE: There's nothing left. - Fuck yeah!

KANE: Kill them all.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...! - [GUNSHOT]

BEN: Ah, fuck me.

What happened?

Abe shot Tony.

Abe shot Tony T?

Ah...

He just...

..pulled the gun on him and...

..shot him in the head.

FRANKIE: Agh! Agh! I won, Abe!

You said you were a fuckin' man of your word, ya dog!

Poor old Tony.

Eye for an eye for an eye, cunt!

Frankie, today's a good day to die.

You see, we are all monsters.

Parasites. Pariahs.

Leeches on society.

We prey on the innocent, the weak, the vulnerable.

You, me, Tony,

Stan here, Benny boy, Winks,

even fuckin' Joe behind the bar.

We are all monsters.

Stan...

..how many people have you fucked up?

How many fuckin' people?!

I don't know, boss. A few!

ABE: Frankie, how many people had Tony fucked up?

Dunno?

And you, Frankie.

How many lives have you fucked up directly

or indirectly?

Huh?

How many?

FRANKIE: I dunno.

You don't know.

Well, I'd say a lot. Agreed?

Probably not from your hand personally

because you're sort of a gutless fuckin' snake, right?

Benny.

We're all monsters.

But the thing is, I'm the biggest monster of them all.

And you know why?

Because I know who and what I am

and what I need to become.

A fuckin' monster!

FRANKIE: God!

[FRANKIE HOLLERS]

- [GRUNTS] - [BODY THUMPS]

[FRANKIE SHOUTS]

[FRANKIE HOLLERS, PANTS]

Fuck you!

Agh! Agh!

[SHUDDERS]

BEN: It was like the switch in his head had flicked.

[FRANKIE GROANS]

Agh! Urgh!

BEN: And just like that, Abe was gone.

And what was left -

his psychopath, his monster.

[FRANKIE YELLS]

Today's a good day to die, Frank.

[MUFFLED GROANING]

Shh.

[SHELL CASING CLINKS ON FLOOR]

BEN: I'd never met any of Abe's personalities,

but I knew exactly who this was.

Kane.

We're all monsters, Benny boy.

The difference is...

[POURS DRINK]

..I know what a monster I am.

[SETS DOWN BOTTLE]

Do you, Benny?

Hey?

Do ya, kid?

I'm confused. What...what's goin' on?

BEN: That was a fuckin' understatement.

Today...

..is a good day to die.

[SETS DOWN GLASS]

Stan here, he's a good soldier.

He's also a monster.

Like every other fuckin' dog in this joint!

Don't fuck the king.

You, Benny boy...

..may be the only one in this room who's not a monster.

You drive me around,

you tolerate our bullshit...

..but are you a monster like us?

See, there comes a turning point in everyone's lives...

..where you choose right or wrong.

You choose good over evil or evil over good.

I know which way I choose.

You grab that gun.

Grab the gun.

Grab the fuckin' gun!

I'll show you something.

He, um...

He made me point the gun at him.

DETECTIVE 1: Did you?

I did.

He didn't give me a choice.

DETECTIVE 1: Everyone's got a choice, Benny.

He didn't give me a fuckin' choice.

DETECTIVE 1: What happened next?

Today is a good day to die, Benny.

Now, cock that gun.

Cock that gun and point it at me.

Point it at me.

Right fuckin' now!

Good boy.

Now, you can die a martyr

or a monster.

The choice is yours.

Now, I will count to three.

And if you're the man that I think you are...

..decision will be made for both of us.

BEN: Come on. - OK?

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

One...

..two...

[BODY THUDS]

[SOFT MENACING MUSIC]

[ROARS]

[SOMBRE GUITAR MUSIC]

[SOBS SOFTLY]

DETECTIVE 1: Come on, Benny,

there's blood and guts, brain matter everywhere...

I killed him, mate. I shot him.

I fuckin' killed him.

'Cause he didn't give me a chance, did he?

It wasn't him. It was someone else!

And he wasn't there!

And I shot him.

Something.

Not Abe! Not my mate!

Right?

He didn't give me...

[SNIFFLES, EXHALES HEAVILY]

BEN: I mean, was any of it real?

It was all real to him.

Those personalities were as real to him as you and I.

He couldn't control them anymore.

Took him to places so fuckin' dark.

Fucking arsehole.

[SHELL CASINGS CLINK ON GROUND]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

BEN: Sometimes I guess you just can't come back from that.

[TAPE REWINDING]

[GUNSHOTS]

Maybe sometimes you just don't want to.

The real scary thing was...

..somewhere in all that fucked-up mind, that insanity,

he knew exactly what he was doing.

[ROARS]

BEN: He created it all.

It was all in his twisted mind.

We lived in his nightmare.

And we all went along for the ride.

Something happened to Abe. He went somewhere.

His fuckin' brain just flicked off and...

..and he came back as a different person.

He was out of his mind.

He starts fuckin' ranting and raving

about how everyone's evil,

there's all this shit wrong with society

and he's evil and Frankie's evil

and we're all fuckin' evil.

[CONTINUES INAUDIBLY]

[SOMBRE GUITAR MUSIC]

BEN: The one thing he was right about...

..is that we are all monsters.

But I was just his driver.

[TENSE INDUSTRIAL ROCK MUSIC]

[FRENETIC WHISPERING]

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