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All right.

Wait here.

So we're doing this thing.

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Hi, Freddie.

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Terry, what are you doing?

Oh.

What did we talk about?

What kind of criminals get caught?

The dumb ones.

No fuck-ups.

All right?

I'm not spending the rest
of my life in a

concrete box simply because you
couldn't stick to a plan.

Understood?

Now, let's get this done.

You know this.

Once you step inside here, you're in.

No more of this pussy shit.

Mate, we do this together.

Alright?

The way Dad would have wanted.

While we start, we're gonna finish.

Okay, now I know we're
wearing gloves but

try not to touch anything
you don't have to.

Now take a seat.

You're clean, you can sit.

okay

All right, so, Roger
will be here about

5.30 tonight to brush
and re-shoe Freddy.

The buyer will turn up at seven.

You'll see I've mapped everything
out, so we'll be

ready about half an hour to an
hour before Roger turns up.

Why is this buyer coming at 7 p.m.

to try and put Freddy
into a horse float?

What kind of idiot loads
a horse in the dark?

I reckon Freddy will get
spooked, don't you?

Not our concern.

Roger organized it, and
he's with Mum all day.

Besides, mate, it works beautifully
with our schedule.

The chances of anyone
seeing us leave at

night is the same as when
we came in this morning.

Minimal at best.

Now, you'll see that I've set the alarm
for final idiot checks and exit, 6.15.

You know, I still don't understand
why we're here for the whole day.

Because there's a lot to prepare.

We're only gonna have half an
hour or so to deal with.

To deal with Roger.

What's with all the cleaning?

You've got like seven cleans in here.

Six.

Mate, human emotions being what
they are, if we leave the

cleaning till after the fact, we're
likely to miss something.

I think you're gonna be surprised, Terry,
how quickly the day's gonna go.

There's a lot to cover.

Oh, I can see that.

And a lot of the stuff I don't
remember us ever discussing.

These other things, you've got ice,
junkie rehearsal, electrocution.

Tess, Terry, look at me.

As Dad would always say, failing
to plan is planning to fail.

I know that, Jeff.

It's just a little intense seeing
it all written down like this.

You've done it like a to-do list.

It is a to-do list.

It's exactly what it is.

You know what, just forget this.

Let's just keep moving, can we?

All right.

Okay, well, let's synchronize watches.

Seriously?

I'm very serious.

No shortcuts. Yeah, but couldn't
you have just said, what

time do you have, instead of synchronize
our fucking watches?

Bro, what time do you have?

I don't.

Because like most normal human beings,
I use my phone to tell me the time.

But you've taken that
from me, remember?

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Find it?

Yeah.

We'll have to put it back afterwards.

I'll make a note in the agenda.

Doesn't work.

Wind it, give it a tap.

Dad used to say it had a
heart for a battery.

Give it enough attention, it'll work.

What's that?

Toothache.

Alright, let's synchronise
watches for 7.14.

It's time to ring mum.

Hey, it's Geoff.

Geoff, Mum, your son, Geoff.

Yes, you know, we've just arrived.

No, it's great.

It's good to spend some time together.

Big city, Sydney.

Very loud, very noisy.

No, no, no, he's off shopping.

Of course he wants to
talk to you, Mum.

He's out, he's buying chocolate.

Chocolate's for the kids or something.

No, no, no.

Not chocolate.

Not chocolate.

Boys don't eat chocolate.

What?

Sue doesn't allow it.

You should be.

When Mum sent the boys chocolate at Easter,
Sue spent a whole night on it.

I begged her not to, but she
wrote this three-page

essay on the negative impact
of chocolate on kids.

Don't ask me what it is.

I don't get it.

But, Mum, trust me, Mum knows
they can't have chocolate.

You there?

Mum?

You misheard me.

No, no, no, he's buying
them for Mum, for me.

How's your blood?

Your blood levels, Mum?

The markers, are they up?

OK, well, what did the doctor say?

No, I hope you're not calling him
Dr Vindaloo to his face, Mum.

He's there to help you.

All right, and the chemo
that's happening today?

And what about Roger?

Is he staying back with you, or is he
still seeing the guy about Freddie?

Freddie the horse.

The horse, Mum.

Right, right.

-Good.
-So, happy thoughts, huh?

For the chemo.

-Positive.
-Thinking.
-Yes.

All right.

I love you, Mum.

Mum?

I said...

Anyway, we're good.

Roger's gonna be here at 5.30.

You're sure sad phones
can't be traced?

Yes, mate.

It's half the reason why
people buy them.

Are you confident our phones
made it to Sydney?

The courier company will send the
package back on Monday and

the GPS will show that our phones had
a glorious weekend in Sydney.

We're good.

Hmm.

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What is there to rehearse?

Roger goes in the bath, appliance
goes in the bath.

End of story.

When do we put the water in?

Well, before, obviously.

Okay, me or you?

Either.

Now or closer to the act?

I don't know, whenever.

And what appliance do we use?

Hair dryer.

She doesn't have a hair dryer anymore.

She smashed it, remember?

She's got no fucking hair on her head.

-The chemo.
-Then a toaster.

They use the oven grill to do toast.

Roger thinks it's crispier that way.

Come on, you know this shit.

Well, obviously you have the answer.

He kills himself with a Tasman axe.

Yeah, why not?

Oh, no, it's got some poetry
about it, I suppose.

Poetry?

Mate, this is serious
fuckin' paperless.

This is Roger's first
and favorite radio.

Alright, great.

So we done?

Nah.

Cord's not gonna reach from
the hallway to the bath.

Let's grab an extension lead.

No, no.

Not those.

That one.

One of Dad's old ones.

Mm-hmm.

More poetry.

Oh, yeah, no, you should write fuckin'
Christmas cards for Hallmark.

No, no, no, don't touch that.

What, I can't make tea?

Um, we don't want to touch anything
we don't have to, remember?

Here.

You got milk?

-Leave it.
-Leave it!

No, I've got gloves on.

The power.

The fridge is already on.

Mate, I'm no electrician, but you
open that door, power surge.

Right? Which means spike
in the usage meter.

Which means someone was
in an empty house

before the deceased rocked
up to top themselves.

Leave it.

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You know you're not supposed
to eat or drink in here.

Yeah, I know.

Do you have a single memory
of Mum ever opening or

taking anything out of that
fucking crystal cabinet?

I still get anxious just
being near it.

And the last time I got a hiding
was in that chair.

Really?

Yeah.

It was at Dad's wake.

Cousins and strangers everywhere.

Drinkin', eatin', bullshittin'.

All I wanted was a quiet
place to come and

eat some of Aunty Cheryl's
ginger fluff cake.

I don't know how Mum knew or
where she came from, but...

two bites in...

flew in like a fuckin' ninja.

She had some kind of trip wire or
something in here, I swear.

Yeah.

I didn't get to the third bite.

Wallop.

Mum hit you at Dad's wake?

Oh, yeah.

A real stinger.

I never knew that.

Never told anyone.

I had my first kiss in this room.

Chrissie Holt.

Man, I was so nervous.

I practiced kissing on the bathroom
towels for a week.

I fuckin' hate this room.

I'm going to take a piss.

Well, hang on, you can't
piss in the toilet.

I'm sorry?

You're fucking kidding me
Tez it's a septic tank.

So what water?

What about it the power when you flush

surge Where's the power come from?

I have power a toilet the pump.

Oh You'll leave residue on the bowl,
what does that matter DNA?

You know Jay we grew up in this house.

This place is riddled with our DNA.

Yeah old DNA not new.

There's a difference What So what
if you want to take a shit?

Well, unless you want to put in your
hands and put it in your pocket.

I suggest you hang on like a big boy

You know, the agenda, the
rules, the piss bottle.

I mean, you're starting
to scare me, Joe.

It's like you've done all this before.

Tez, just because I'm not walking
around shivering like a

little frightened lamb doesn't mean
this is any easier for me.

I mean, Jesus, the worst I've ever
done is a dodgy tax return.

I'm just being methodical, that's all.

It's how my brain works.

You'll thank me for it later.

It's how I built my business up.

What, the business you sent bankrupt?

Seriously?

You're gonna make today emotional?

We're about to kill our stepfather for
a block of land and an old house.

Things are gonna get pretty fucking emotional,
Joe, whether you like it or not.

Well, can you just focus
on the job at hand?

And we'll both get emotional tomorrow.

Job at hand.

Yes.

Oh, look.

Think of me...

like your foreman, right?

You're a brickie.

You know, when you go on a site,
you see the framework, right?

It's not your job to worry about
the end result, right?

It's about the process.

And in your case, it's
about the bricks.

You worry about the bricks.

One brick after the other.

Brick, brick, brick, brick, brick.

Two, three hours later, we
would both stand back.

Voila, job done.

That easy?

It can be.

You do know I haven't been a brickie
for two years, yeah?

Nah, I mean, yeah, so what?

Well, I know you knew, because I told
you when I got the new job.

Do you know what that new job is?

Look, you're gonna have to excuse me
if I'm a bit rusty on 20 questions.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Besides, you probably don't even remember
what I do for a living.

You're the head of state
operations for that

new life insurance company,
Heartbeat Services.

It's the blue building
on Chapel Street.

All right.

And I know because Mum walks
the corridors of the

hospital, stopping anyone that'll listen
to her and raving about it.

And if she's not banging on
about it, then Roger is.

Roger bullshit.

It was his first Facebook post.

I'd show you, but our phones
were in Sydney.

Do you mind?

God, the next piss I'm going to
take is going to be on a tree.

Did you bring the suicide note?

Can I just have a minute here?

Jesus, Tess.

I give you one fucking job to do.

You better get your head
in the game, mate.

Can't have a suicide without
a suicide note, now can we?

Why not?

Dad did.

Just give it a shake and
get it done, will you?

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Oh, Terry, 13 words, that's all
you could come up with?

What's wrong with it?

Well, I wanted a suicide letter,
not a suicide memo.

Oh, I need more words.

Why am I doing this anyway?

I thought we were gonna write it together
and post it online straight after.

No, no, no, neither of us are
gonna be in any state of

mind to write any kind of bloody
letter after the fact.

No, no, you need to do it now.

And then when we're ready,
we just transcribe

it into his phone and then
post it up on Facebook.

Well, why would Roger kill himself now

when Mum's only got a
few months to live?

Because of what you say here.

I am weak, right?

He's weak.

You know, I just don't wanna hurt
Mum any more than it has to.

You know she thinks suicide
is selfish.

I mean, look at the way she talks
about Dad after all these years.

Well, then we make it so that he
killed himself so he could be

the first face she sees when she
walks through the pearly gates.

Seriously?

Jesus, Geoff, Roger helped raise us.

We're not even killing him for what he
did or what he said he's gonna do.

We're killing him for what
we think he might do.

There's no might about it, Terry.

He gets the house when Mum dies.

She made that perfectly
fucking clear, right?

And he's gonna sell the lot from
under us and piss off back

to Queensland before she's even
dead in the fucking ground.

But he might not.

Well, then we kill him for what
he has done, all right?

We kill him because he
left a perfectly

good woman and three kids
to fuck our lives up.

Or we'll kill him because
his affair with

Mum broke Dad's heart and
he topped himself.

Or we kill him because, we kill
him because of these radios.

He spent more time with these radios
than he ever did with us.

Mate, or we kill him because he's selling
your kid's favourite horse, Freddy.

I mean, whatever works for you,
but we're killing him.

Roger has always been about himself.

He couldn't wait to get away from
us to hang out in that bloody

work room of his twiddling knobs and
playing with valves and shit.

He spent more time walking the dog and
smoking weed than being with us.

No, no, no.

Mum raised us, not Roger.

It's not right that he comes to life
now right when Mum's about to die.

We do this later.

We're behind schedule.

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G'day darling.

Yeah no, Sydney's great.

No, no, yeah I'll send
you some photos.

Oh yeah, I've taken some beauties.

Yeah, Sydney Bridge and
the Opera House

and the Aquarium, Sydney Aquarium.

Yeah, yeah.

You know what, in a couple of photos
it almost looks like Terry Smiley.

Yeah, I know.

No, I'm joking.

No.

Yeah, I'll call you tonight.

Or a medallion.

No, I'm being good.

I haven't eaten any of that.
Alright, we'll speak soon.

See you, love.

Why did you say we've taken photos
and you're gonna send us some?

We can't send photos.

We haven't got any photos.

-It's fine, mate.
-Don't worry about it.

You'll never see them.

Ah, she's used to disappointment.

Don't worry about that.

I've never finished a single fucking
diet she's put me on.

No, I'll tell her that
you deleted them.

-Easy.
-Why have I deleted them?

Alright, I deleted them.

-Does it matter?
-It's fine.

Anyway, you're up.

So, important thing.

When you're talking to Sue, I want you
to say Sydney as often as you can.

I really want to burn it into
her subconscious, alright?

So Sydney, Sydney, Sydney.

Oh, hiya.

It's me.

I'm just calling from Sydney.

Yeah, so me and Jay, it's
all good in Sydney.

So anyway, I'll be here
for a little bit.

A little bit longer.

But I'll, um, I'll, uh, just thought
I'd ring and say hi.

So I'll, uh, anyway, um,
say hi to the kids.

That was quick.

Yeah, couldn't get through.

Went to her voicemail.

So I just left a message.

What are you doing?

Tez, I'm not a fucking idiot.

Why didn't you call Sue?

You know what, just forget about it.

Tez, I'm not going to forget about it.

Sydney's our alibi if the suicide
story doesn't stick.

Look, you're having a lover's tiff
with Sue, I can see that.

But I want you to think
about 40 years in

jail and get the fuck over
it and ring her back.

She left me, okay?

So now I have no alibi that's
not you, Mum or Roger.

Happy now?

Why?

Why didn't you tell me?

What does it matter to you?

I could have helped.

I've been there.

I know it's not easy.

Well, you sure make it look easy.

I do?

Yes.

We can't have any secrets with
each other, not now, right?

If they investigate the
suicide as a murder,

they're gonna interview more
than just you and me.

They're gonna interview mom,
her families, everyone.

It's gonna look bad if you're going
through a divorce and I'm...

-What?
-What?

Nothing.

You gotta get it right
between you and Sue.

Just for a couple of
months, all right?

Tell her whatever the fuck she wants
to hear, but make it right, mate.

You mean lie?

Yeah, lie. Lie your ass off.

And stay free.

Or tell the truth and go to prison.

Pretty easy option if you ask me.

I'm a shit-ass liar, Jeff,
you know that.

That's why she's leaving me.

What do you mean?

She asked me if I still love her.

What did you tell her?

The truth. Well, why
would you do that?

Because I'm a shit-ass liar.

She can see straight through me.

I don't love her, Jeff.

I'm not sure that I ever did.

Not, not really.

You know that's bullshit.

No, I'm serious.

I've been miserable for years.

Oh, I know that.

That's obvious.

No, you should have left her years ago.

She's a bully. No, I mean that's
bullshit that you can't lie.

Anyone can lie.

You just didn't want to.

Look, tell me you're lying now.

-Make it an obvious one.
-No.

I don't want to.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

Lie to me.

Okay, so tell you an obvious lie.

Yeah.

All right.

How about, I'm not having second thoughts
about what we're doing here.

Or I'm not worried something's
gonna go wrong.

Or I'm not worried as to
whether I can do it.

How about, how about I'm not worried
we're gonna get caught.

Or that I'm not seconds
away from getting

on a bike and getting the
fuck out of here.

How did I do?

Jesus, Tess.

Look.

Watch me.

I'll show you.

What?

Roger?

No, you can't be serious.

Or just dead

But that's impossible.

You must have the wrong man.

I mean, why would he do it?

I mean, his wife's in hospital,
dying of cancer.

I mean, he's a Christian.

He thinks suicide's evil.

Cowardly.

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How did you do that?

It's easy.

I just imagine myself in prison being

ass-fucked by Mungo, the hairless
gorilla, every Thursday.

It kind of gives me the focus
to achieve anything.

You're going to have to learn
how to lie, Tess.

What are you going to do when
Mum needs comforting?

When she's asking you,
why did Roger do it?

You're going to have to lie to her.

And lie to her with all your heart.

Now, we've got ten minutes before
the next agenda item.

I suggest you use it to practise
staying out of prison.

On Saturday, I was in Sydney
with my brother, Jeff.

We were just having a weekend.

Where was I on Saturday?

On Saturday, I was in Sydney
with my brother, Jeff.

But if you checked our
phone records, that

would show that we were in
Sydney, wouldn't it?

Fuck.

You could check our phone records.

The GPS in the phone would
show that we...

Oh, fuck.

That would indicate that...

Where was I on the satellite?

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Okay, best-case scenario.

Roger comes through the front
door, works his way into the

living room, sees us wearing the mask,
thinks we'll rob the place.

I'll tell him to comply, he agrees,
and then we move on from there.

Now, I know it sounds simple,
but we should rehearse it.

You play Roger, come in,
and I'll do the rest.

All right?

Yeah.

No, no, don't go out the front.

No, no, no, no, just...

-Someone will see you.
-Just pretend.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Okay.

So, opens the door, closes the door,

comes in, opens the door...

Don't move!

Do as you're told and
you won't get hurt.

-Oh, um...
-Oh, please, don't shoot me.

-Take whatever you...
-Jay, this...

This really makes my face itchy.

You'll get over it.

All right, let's just assume he's complied
and we'll move on to phase two.

Why would Roger hang himself
where Dad shot himself?

Why wouldn't he do it
in his work room?

For the same reason he didn't sell
Dad's tractor or any of his cars.

It's guilt.

Well, that and the roof
can take his weight.

All right.

-All right.
-On your knees.

Ah, it's not gonna work.

Roger's got a dodgy hip.

He can't even put his own socks on.

I don't think he'll get down there.

Plus, it'll hurt him.

What does it matter?

He's gonna be dead three
minutes later.

There's no need for him to suffer.

Uh, Roger?

Uh, how do we know his name's Roger?

Alright, shit features.

Sit.

Now, I'll get Roger to wear these, but

for now, we'll just work
with your gloves.

I'm not worried he's gonna ask
why he's gotta wear gloves.

Not particularly, or I
couldn't give a shit.

No, the gloves are so that
if he scratches us

during the struggle, he won't
get our DNA under his nails.

You watch a lot of those crime shows?

It's always the shit under their
nails that get him in the end.

All right.

How's that?

Yeah, good.

Actually, I can kind of
see a little bit.

Really?

It's hard to say.

Not...

Not much.

Now, let's let me adjust it a bit.

I think that's better.

How about now?

I can kind of see his silhouette,
like a ghost or something.

Well, I'm not trying to
help him take a nap.

He'll be fine.

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Food in a tube.

Yeah, it's clever.

No crumbs.

I think if Dad could see us
now, he'd approve of this.

No, but he'd be proud
of us for looking

out for each other, protecting
what's ours.

You know, I spoke to Roger
about the will.

You what?

Well, I just told him we're upset.

You know, and said it's...

it's Dad's house.

I know the intricacies of our
fucking complaint, Terry.

What did Roger say?

Well, he said it was Mum's call.

But he promised when he...

when he died that he'd make sure
the house was returned to us.

When he dies?

Yeah, he said he'd put it in his will

and, you know, make sure
everyone was happy.

Everybody could be happy.

That's frog shit.

What about his first wife?

His real kids?

He might even have a brother and
sister we've never heard about.

People he's owed money
to or fucked over.

No, mate, they'll all come out of
the woodwork when Mum dies.

He left his first family
hanging in the

wind to come and play part-time
daddy with us.

Well, same can be said about you.

You got a divorce, you cheated, you
got kids to two different women.

Totally fucking different.

I love my kids.

I did everything for Mary.

That crazy bitch got everything
she ever wanted.

The house, the car, that fucking
Louis Devon bag thing.

She's happier now than when
we were together.

No, Roger's got our dad's
blood on his hands.

The older I get, the clearer
that becomes.

Real mystery.

So what the fuck does Mum see in him?

I don't know.

He's just gotta buy flowers
every now and then and

not hit her like Dad did,
and I guess she's happy.

Hey, you shut your mouth.

You were a kid.

I saw things happen in that house
you wouldn't fucking believe.

He did his best.

Dad tried real hard.

I know he made mistakes,
but he fucking tried.

And who knows, if Roger hadn't have
come along, he could have

come good, and we wouldn't be having
this fucking conversation.

So you show some respect.

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Okay, so the last two rehearsals have

relied on Roger playing ball.

But if he doesn't, then we've
got the last option.

The ice junkie option.

Exactly.

Okay, let's say Roger comes in and
we lay out our intentions.

He does a runner.

We're not going to be able to make it
look like a believable suicide.

Yeah, but I mean, think about it.

How fast do you really
think he can run?

Couldn't we just grab him before
he shoots out the door?

No.

We can't have bruises, no
scuffs, no scratches.

A botched, fake suicide is going to create
much more suspicion than a murder.

So, let's assume he's come in,
freaked out, done a runner.

We need to make it look like
we were ice junkies.

He came in, interrupted us while we were
robbing the place off our tits.

You can just say junkie.

I don't think it matters what
kind of junkie we are.

Regardless, there's a few things
we're going to have to do.

First of all, we don't have to throw
a whole lot of shit around.

Right?

Junkies are messy people.

Eat some food out of the fridge
and get the right weapon.

I think it's the stoners that get the
munchies, not the ice junkies.

Anyway, why can't we just use the gun?

Because a meth head is not going
to stumble across Dad's gun.

No, no, that's never going to happen.

No, no,

we use this box cutter.

Why can't we just use a regular knife?

I've been doing a bit of research.

You know, watching a lot
of YouTube videos.

Junkies caught on CCTV.

Now, I don't know what it
is, but whether they're

robbing a 7-Eleven or
some old chick for a

handbag, ice junkies seem to have
a thing for box cutters.

So, let's be authentic.

Okay?

Yeah. Now, important thing, when
we kill him, we kill him dead.

Isn't that a tautology?

I mean, if we've killed him,
obviously, he's dead.

No, Tess, I think you'd be surprised.

It's not that easy to kill a man.

We can't just stab him like
a fucking pincushion.

It's not good for anybody.

Yeah, especially Roger.

Exactly, because then we've got to sit
around and wait for him to bleed out.

No, no, the secret is to
do what the Romans did.

Now, the Romans, when they
won a battle, all the

enemy would be lying around dying
and injured and shit.

The Romans would mercy kill them.

Spike to the heart.

It's quicker, more honourable.

But what they wouldn't do is stab
them in the front here.

It's too hard, bone.

They'd come in under the armpit,
where it's soft.

Straight in under the chest, into
the heart, instant death.

What, so the junkies now take their

inspiration from the ancient
Romans, do they?

Well, we don't make it
look obvious, right?

We stab him in a few other places, makes
it look like the junkie got lucky.

But if you're concerned about
Roger, do him in the

heart first, then do all the other
stabbing after he's dead.

That way he doesn't feel it.

Make sense?

So let's rehearse it.

Do you want to be the stabber, or
do you want to be the stabbed?

Bleh.

Jesus, Terry, here, you're gonna
have to clean all that up.

I guarantee there'll be shitloads
of DNA and spew.

If things go down this
way, the wise junkie

option, do you think he's
gonna know it's us?

Terry, you're gonna have
to get used to

the fact that it's highly
likely he will.

Anyway, what does it matter?

It's not like he's gonna be around to

lay a guilt trip on your
Christmas dinner.

I just don't want him to know
it's me before he dies.

Here, scoop it all up, put it
in the dam, wash it out.

And I'm talking spotless.

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Mr. Muggins.

I'm proud of you, Tessa.

You know, through all of
this, we haven't talked

about what we're going to do
with the place afterwards.

Yeah, what are you thinking?

Well, the place could do
with a lick of paint.

Bit of a tidy up.

We could bring the kids up and
do a bit of a workin', Bea.

It'd be nice to buy new horses
for them to ride.

It'd be good to bring the kids up here
a bit more often, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

Are you seriously thinking of bringing
the kids back into this house?

The same house we straight-up
murdered their poppy in?

Well, yeah.

Mate, neither of us are candidates for

Father of the Year, but are
you hearing yourself?

What I mean...

Next week or straight away,
but eventually, yeah.

I mean, this is the family home.

Dad's legacy.

It is the only reason we're
sitting here, right?

Yes, you're right.

And it's what Dad would've wanted.

Mate, I'm just being pragmatic.

Tez, really, for God's sake, did you
really think that the two of us

would just bring our kids up here and
live like the fucking Brady Bunch?

No, no, we have to sell the place.

The house has no value.

Roger ran it into the ground.

No, it's the land.

It's the land and all of
his antique radios.

That's where the value is.

No.

No, mate, we have to sell.

Dad would say the same.

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Why haven't you had that seen to?

What?

Your tooth.

It's not like you to put
up with pain like that.

You're not only the first
to go straight to the

doctors, the second you think
there's a problem.

What are you saying?

I fancy a new job of yours.

What about it?

It doesn't exist, does it?

You don't have a job.

Jesus, Geoff, why can't you
just come out and say it?

That's why we're here, not because
of Dad or what's right.

You're bankrupt again, aren't ya?

Terry.

You don't have to be hard up
to do bad shit for money.

If you've got none, you want some.

And if you've got some, you want more.

It's just the way the world is, mate.

It's never enough.

And there's always some prick who
wants to take it from you.

Jeff, if you're in trouble again,
I can lend you the money.

No secrets, remember?

Look, it's not too late.

We can just leave now.

Tomorrow, okay?

We can go to the bank together.

I can take out a loan for you.

No worries.

Hey?

-I'd be happy to.
-What do you say?

I'm not loaning money off
my little brother.

Why not?

I mean, fuck pride, bro.

That's just... that's just bullshit
that Dad fed you.

Look, I know we're different.

But I don't live my life with Dad's
voice in my head like you do.

And yes, I'm sorry I wasn't straight
with you at the start.

Okay, Sue has had my mind spinning.

She's talking about taking
the kids off me.

I've been living in a fucking caravan
park for the last month.

Okay, so things are not
going great for

the both of us, but we don't
need to do this.

Okay?

It's ridiculous, bro.

I mean, look at us. We're dressed up
like a couple of fucking pumpkins.

Shut up.

Listen.

Fuck, it's early.

Jay, I don't want to do this.

Okay?

Okay.

Right, remember.

Don't let him see you until he's come
in and closed the door behind him.

Jay, did you hear what I just said?

Bellaclava, put it on.

Yes

What the fuck's he doing?

Do you think he does?

You got bigger problems, Roger.

Fuck, fuck, what the fuck's he doing?

Round the back, round the back.

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Do you think he saw us?

No, I don't think so.

There's not even inside, and the
shit's going pear-shaped.

-Rubbish.
-Stop it.
-This is nothing.

Just stay calm.

Fuck.

Freddie's it.

What if he calls the cops?

It doesn't matter if he
comes and he finds us.

It's our home. We haven't
done anything wrong yet.

Look, okay look, if he
comes in here, he

didn't see us, everything
goes as normal, right?

He goes to his car, he spends too much

time out there, he's caught
the cops, right?

We take all this shit off, we tell
them we're here to see Freddy.

Okay, good, good.

Not our agony source.

Let's just sigh along and forget
about the whole thing.

Shh.

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Terry?

You in there?

Hello?

Terry, answer it.

Get him in here.

Then back to our plan.

If there's somebody in there, then you

better get out, because
I'm calling the cops.

Terry, you fucking do it, or you
and I are fucking finished.

Choose from Roger over me and Dad.

What?

You hear me?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what?

Hi, Rog.

It's just me.

Oh, shit, boy, you scared me.

Sorry about that. And you can't
leave the feed out like that.

It attracts vermin.

And you let the gate open again.

Yeah, I was just about
to go back out there.

Put the kettle on, will you?

I need something to settle my nerves.

Ticker's working overtime.

What's going on here?

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What do you mean?

Well, you're not a bloody troll.

Turn some lights on, for God's sake.

Well, the kettle doesn't
kind of boil itself.

Yeah.

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Yeah, I might be getting old, but I didn't
notice your car in the driveway.

Here we are.

I broke down.

Oh, shit, no.

How far away?

Only about a 15-minute walk or so.

I'd say.

Mr. Volvo?

Where?

I was down on Duke's Road.

You sure?

I just drove through there.

Yeah, I arranged to have a toad.

And what's your excuse for those
bloody awful overalls?

Has there been a nuclear spill
I ever heard about?

No, I just had them in
the back of my car.

And when I looked at the
engine, I thought I'd

put them on just so I don't
get oil on my clothes.

Shame you weren't that OCD
when you were growing up,

because I swear there's still
bacteria in that room.

A scientist could put a name to it.

You okay?

Yeah.

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Roger.

Did you know my dad before
you and mum got married?

Yeah.

No, not really.

Well, not early on.

You know, when I first met
your mum, I'd just

flown in to install a phone
to the post office.

She came in a few times, but I don't remember
your father being with her.

He may have been there.

Why, sir?

So the fact that you didn't
know him probably

made it easier for you when
he killed himself.

Jesus, none of it was easy, all right?

You know, it was all, uh,
terrible business.

Terrible business?

Yeah.

How was it, a terrible business?

Where were your father's...

No one expected it.

Most of all, your mother, who took
it very hard, as you know.

And, of course, you boys.

What about us boys?

Well, not you so much,
because you were

only seven, but it affected
Jeff very deeply.

You know, he completely closed
down for a couple of weeks.

And then when he finally did
talk to me, he made it very

clear that, you know, you boys had
one father and one father only.

Idiot.

Of course, I understood that.

You know, it isn't easy stepping
into another man's shoes.

You know, especially under
such circumstances.

You probably preferred to spend
time with your radios.

Well, that's a little harsh,
don't you think, Terry?

What I meant was, I respected that.

And I made it clear to him that I would
never take the place of your father.

Do you know what happened back
then was hard on you

both it was hard on your mother
and it was hard on me

Was it as hard as leaving your
own kids back in Queensland?

Okay, look, you know, I
can see that you're

upset about something, so just
tell me what this is.

-Do you want some milk?
-No, thank you.

I don't want any tea.

You know, I've had a long
day with your mother's

doctors, and I've still got a
brush and shoe for Eddie.

Now, I don't know what's going
on, but before either

of us say something that we
can't take back, let's

just settle this conversation down
a little bit and try and...

Wait a gypsy minute.

You're supposed to be in Sydney.

Hit the fucking table!

Head to front!

Head down!

Look the other fucking way!

Hands on your fucking head!

-This!
-Put them on him.

Wind his hands.

Quickly!

Oh, I'm fucking losing it.

Okay, wind them up.

That's good.

Shut up!

Stop looking at me.

Here, put this on.

Come around here.

Put it all back to front. Not
you, the fucking Bellaclava!

Come on, come on!

All right, give me your hands.

Both hands together.

Hands down.

What the fuck, Jeff?

Take the mask off!

Jeff!

Jai?

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Jeff?

Untie me!

Jeff!

Jerry!

Tess.

Easy, Tess.

Where's Roger?

Look, I know you didn't want
to be involved in this.

And I know you wanted
me to do it alone.

But, mate, he's got old man strength.

I need your help.

We gotta do it together.

Thank you.

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Terry, get in here and help!

Terry, get in here!

Get in here now!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Jesus.

Shit!

Woof, woof, woof!

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-Ah!
-Ah!

Ah!

-Ah!
-Ah!

The fuse must have gone.

What the fuck, Jeff?

What the fuck was that?

It's over.

We did it.

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Dad's watch is stopped.

Made it through two years
at war, it'll be fine.

It's waterproof.

Okay, Tess, now we're going
to have to make a move.

Don't touch me.

My name is Terry.

Stop calling me Tess.

Stop calling me that.
I fucking hate it.

Would you like a little moment
alone with Roger?

No.

We leave now.

Gary, we can't go just yet.

Okay, you get dressed.

I'll prep Roger.

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Okay, we've got a problem.

Roger's phone.

Needs a password.

Do you know it?

Okay, well, it doesn't matter.

Like Dad, 40% of people
that commit suicide

don't leave a note, so we
should be all right.

You okay, mate?

Yeah.

Terry?

You okay?

Yes.

I'm sorry brother.

I'm sorry

I'm very sorry.

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Like horse guys enjoy for another hour

I'll check.

-No, no.
-You stay here.

I'll check.

Jeff, don't touch that.

If the light goes out, they'll
know someone's here.

It's anything but.

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Who the fuck is that?

I don't know.

Whoever it is.

I knew where the fucking
spare key was hidden.

I don't think so.

What?

Roger!

Bloody fairies are out there.

I'm gonna make a cup of love.

You want one?

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She cannot be in here.

What are you talking about?

She's in, mate.

We're fucking done.

Then we have to get out of
here before she sees us.

What?

Your bags are in the kitchen.

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Oh, Roger, why don't you wear
your bloody earring?

We need to distract her and get our
bags and get the fuck out of here.

How are we gonna do that?

I don't know, Jeff.

You tell me. What did you put
in your fucking schedule?

Bloody hells.

It'll die before I do.

Shit cracks.

Roger?

Marge?

Roger?

Are you in there?

I hope you're not up to any funny
business as I'm coming in.

Mum, wait.

Terry, what are you doing here?

Mum.

You're supposed to be in Sydney.

Yeah, I drove back today.

Why?

You just got there.

I thought I'd just come and
say goodbye to Freddie.

That's a 10-hour drive, love.

That doesn't make sense.

I spoke to Geoff this morning.

You were there.

I must have got confused, Mum.

I beg your pardon?

I have cancer, not dementia.

I thought you were getting
chemo today.

They said my blood counts
off and I had

to postpone the bloody
thing till Friday.

Where is your brother?

He's in Sydney.

Roger, Terry's here.

I hope you're decent
and he hasn't got a

hearing aid, son, so just,
you know, look away.

Mum, I can't let you go in there.

There's nothing in there I haven't seen
a million times before, believe me.

Mum, please.

What on earth is wrong with you?

What?

Oh, no, Roger!

-No!
-No!

No!

Call someone!

Help him!

Elsa, don't leave me,
leave me, leave me.

I don't...

He's gone, Mum.

No!

No!

-No!
-He's gone.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Why?

First you were her and now what?

What?

What have I done to these men?

It's not your fault, Mum.

Was I so terrible?

No.

It's not your fault.

I only had a few months left with him.

Why wouldn't he...

Why would he do this?

Why didn't he take me with him?

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What's that?

It's nothing.

Stay here.

I'm going to turn it off.

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make any sense.

What are you doing?

Do you really think Roger killing
himself like that, when we just

happened to be in the house, is going
to stand up to any kind of scrutiny?

It'll have to.

Maybe if Mum wasn't here.

Think about it.

Our bullshit alibis, the
lies we've told Mum.

There's no suicide note.

And the fact that Roger pulled her
out of hospital and brought her

here and popped in for a quick tidy-up
and thought, oh, fuck it, I'm out.

None of it will stand up.

And you heard what she said.

-What?
-Why didn't he take me with him?

It's what she wants.

No, it isn't.

You know the pain she's in.

And that cancer's just going to grow

inside of her and just
keep fucking growing.

Do you really want to sit back
and watch her die in agony?

And wither away to nothing?

No, it's the most humane thing.

It's the only way.

Besides, it wasn't even really Roger
who was taking the house from us.

It was Mum.

It was Mum.

She was the one that changed the
world to suit him and not us.

Don't you fucking say that.

Don't you fucking dare.

Hey, you don't hit your big brother.

Especially when he's got a
fucking gun in his hand.

How's Sydney this time of year?

-Mum.
-You shut your mouth, Terry.

I want to hear it from your brother.

Did you have a good weekend,
Geoffrey, eh?

Did you see everything you wanted, eh?

The opera house and the domain, eh?

Or did you do something else this weekend,
something close at home?

Calm down, Mum.

You're not thinking straight.

You boys.

You've got your father's weakness.

Mum.

If he could see you two now.

Shut up, Mum.

You've always been a disappointment
to me, son.

I want you to know that.

Mum.

Don't.

What are you going to do
with this gun, Geoff?

What are you going to do
with your daddy's gun?

Mum.

He liked to paint himself as
some kind of war hero.

The only time he put that gun to good use
was when he turned it on himself.

Shut the fuck up, Mum.

-Jeff...
-died.

is

Take a look at it, all pumped
up with a gun in his hand.

Stop it, Mum, please.

Will you shut up?

Don't say that to him.

Your father was rotten to the core and

you were half the man he was.

What dirty fucking dogs you've
both turned out to be.

The only real man here

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there in the bath.

What have you done?

It's okay, Terry.

Jack, what have we done?

It's okay.

A few seconds of horror.

It's nothing compared to the indignity
of her wasting away.

Oh, God.

She's with him now.

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All right, that's it.

Here we go.

There you go.

Okay, Jeff.

She's gonna get dirty holding that.

Take it off, my love.

Leave it alone.

It'll save me fun.

Put it down, love.

Put it down.

Give it to me.

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this house Let's see...

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Yeah.

Yeah

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You know why I reckon
Dad killed himself?

Why?

Because you realise there's a
point you get to where...

no amount of digging will get you out.

You think that's what I'm doing?

Trying to dig myself out of a hole?

No.

We both crossed the line today.

You're seeing the world
differently now.

You're no better than me.

You know that, don't you?

I didn't bring you here
kicking and screaming.

You knew the fucking plan.

You helped.

I agree.

You're worse than me.

I know what I am.

I don't lie to myself the way you do.

In fact, if you weren't such
a weak piece of piss...

We could have been riding away
on our bikes by now.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

You're left-handed, yeah?

Yeah, I'm...

It's not too late, Jeff.

Jeff, I'm pretty sure this is the
definition of too late, mate.

Well, now we know where we stand.

Oh, you...

Ow!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

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Okay.

Oh.

Oh, fuck the case.

Oh.

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Oh, my.

We got to go, mate, or we're
both going to be fucked.

Hey, the horse guy will
be here soon, mate.

I don't know what the hell
they were thinking,

trying to put Freddy in a fucking
float in the dark.

Someone wasn't thinking
straight, mate.

Terry, I know how you feel, mate.

Mate, you bunged my arm up pretty bad.

How about we just call
it even-Stevens, huh?

Tess.

Mate, I would

try and hurt you on purpose, mate,
not unless I had a good reason.

What are you doing?

Hens, what are you doing?

Oh, mate.

Bye.

♪

So what makes you the one who decides
I should fuckin' die?

Because you're a heartless
bastard, Jeff.

I'm fuckin' sick of it.

Taz, for fuck's sake.

Fuck, mate.

Juice is dead.

So what are you gonna?

You're just gonna stand there and watch
your big brother fucking burn to death

What is?

I

Bye.

Oh

Whoa!

We're not walking away from this.

Fair enough.

Fair enough, Terry.

I can't do it, mate.

I can't do jail.

Okay.

If it ends, it ends now.

The way we rehearsed.

Like the Romans.

I like the robots.

We didn't rehearse that, but
here, knock yourself out.

Oh!

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Rose, Rose, I'm full of shit, Barry,

I'm full of shit.

It isn't quick at all!

Oh, it really hurts, it hurts, Jake.

-It's...
-It was...

Your...

Your security cap.

Oh, your

security cap!

I

remembered.

Hi You alright?

Oh, you're here for Freddy.

Excuse me?

Freddy, our horse.

Yeah, do you need me to call someone?

Yeah, no, it's um, it's my brother.

Sorry, have you ever owned
a horse before?

Yeah, I've had horses all my life.

Oh, great.

He's going to be for my daughter.

Oh, good.

I've got a couple of boys.

Freddy's really good with kids.

Good.

Sorry, you're not going to adjust Freddy
in a paddock and let him rot, are you?

No.

No, he'll be looked after well.

Right.

Freddy's actually very shy,
so you should tell

your daughter he really likes
to be rubbed on the nose.

Okay.

And he's back-scratched as well.

I'll just be a minute.

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♪

Triple zero emergency, are you after
police, fire or an ambulance?

Yeah, um, oh, all of them, I think.

Can you tell me the town
or suburb, please?

Yep, um, 41 Hastings.

We have already received a
call from that location.

You have?

How long ago?

About ten minutes ago.

Are you okay?

♪

Stay there, mate.

Hey, do you want to just
take a seat for a bit?

No, I'm fine.

You don't need to do this.

It's okay.

Here's a gift for your daughter.

Can I...

ask?

What happened here?

Just family shit.

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