Original subtitles

So Barry and his mates, they turn over the drugs

and secretly they're splitting the million bucks up four ways.

Tell your wife I read her book.

LINDA: Slorach came by the food truck.

I feel like I really know you now.

Why don't we get out of here, Troy?

You know I can't do that, Case.

JACK: Troy Milovich was sent to kill me.

I do as I'm told. Told by who?

What sort of world do you live in where a murderer sits down

to have an ice-cream with my son?

JACK: In two days, it'll be the 25-year anniversary of Great White.

What if that's payday?

Just in time for Slorach's retirement.

NINA: About the money.

Barry said Wayne was threatening to blow the whistle on 'em, so...

..they had him put away.

And when Wayne was in prison, his wife ran off with his kids,

he blamed me for not getting him off, and then he murdered my wife for it.

You listening now, Jack? (GUNSHOT)

JACK: I wouldn't bother looking for Troy. He'll find YOU soon enough.

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Mum?

Please don't be mad.

(BIRDS CHIRP AND SING)

(LAUGHTER)

ISABEL: Come on. Eat up before the flies get it.

Thanks, Mum.

See? I told you this table would be perfect anywhere.

Yeah. It's true.

(LAUGHTER)

BOY: Oh, you... (GIRL LAUGHS)

ISABEL: Some semblance of manners, please.

BOY: You wish. GIRL: Yeah.

ISABEL: You're their father. You tell them.

Are you listening, Jack?

SONG: # You can run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Sooner or later, God'll cut you down

# Sooner or later

# God'll cut you down

# Go tell that long-tongue liar

# Go tell that midnight rider

# Tell the rambler, the gambler, backbiter

# Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down

# Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down. #

(KNOCKS) (GASPS)

(PHONE ALERT BUZZES AND CHIMES) (PANTS)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(PHONE ALERT BUZZES AND CHIMES)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

JACK: Hold on!

(SIGHS) (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Nina! NINA: Where were you?

I called you a hundred times. How did you know where I live?

Your so-called security guy.

Brendan? Yeah. He's in hospital.

Someone worked him over pretty badly last night.

Broke in, to my house.

Shit. Are you alright? Yeah, I'm OK.

(SIGHS) I hid and hoped to God he wouldn't find me.

Who was it? Was it Troy?

I don't know what he looks like.

(PANTS) If that siren hadn't frightened him off,

I'd be dead by now. (SIGHS)

So you called the cops?

The neighbour found your mate out front.

He called the ambos. Right.

Well...

..Troy must think you know something about Barry's money.

(SIGHS) Barry never told me anything.

My guess is this money drop's gonna be soon, OK,

and...and...and Troy's just taking out everybody involved.

Do you know where?

No.

Listen, have you got somewhere you can stay?

Yeah.

My daughter's.

Troy came after me when I was with my son.

He said he'd been sent to kill me.

Is he alright? Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, just promise me you'll go to your daughter's, OK?

I will. You need to drop this, Jack.

You've lost enough.

We both have.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

(RATTLING)

FATMA: How old do you think I am?

Um...42, 43?

(LAUGHS) I am old enough to read the last Harry Potter.

I just think we should take it...slowly.

Uh, start, say, with Engels's Dialectics of Nature, Camus,

and then move on to Harry Potter and the Deathly Shallows.

Hallows.

(SCREAMING)

You OK? Yeah?

(PANTS)

(BIRDS CHIRP AND SING)

(CAM SIGHS)

(SIGHS) Racing's lost its way.

It's become an industry that doesn't care.

Remind me again, Harry. When exactly did racing care?

Used to be the sport of kings!

About tradition and respect for the horse...

..jockey...

..trainer.

Charlemagne's Pride's just another nag.

It had one Group 1 win.

It's no better than a lot of other horses.

Yeah, yeah.

You're right there.

He was a great horse, wasn't he?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT VOICE ON POLICE RADIO)

I don't know how you sleep at night.

Carol.

We have a warrant to search your house.

Barry gave his life for this thankless fucking job.

The only thing Barry had worth anything was his reputation,

and now you lot are trying to trash that.

So can you tell me, what is the point of even being a good cop?

I've spent many years asking myself the same question.

Fuck you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

JACK: Brendan?

(LAUGHS) Jack fucking Irish.

Sorry, mate. I never should have asked you.

Part of the game, Jack.

I'm very much a... half-glass-full sort of guy.

Yeah.

Bit of time in hospital has given me the chance to reflect on where...

(INHALES) ..my career is heading.

Your career? Mmm.

Time to go, Jack.

Time to get out of the muscle business.

Make way for some young talent.

That kid that worked me over...

..very gifted.

Reminded me of meself in me younger days.

Well!

You must be the doctor, as you've clearly stopped being my lawyer.

Someone who looked exactly like you was supposed to be doing my will.

Well, I'm just waiting on final instructions, Harry.

I've given them to you. Whenever you're ready.

Very thoughtful of you guys to come and visit me.

Are you coming good, Brendan?

Yep. On the mend, Harry. So ready to get out of here?

Doctor says...few days.

(SCOFFS) What do they know? Look, it's best we get going.

You just got here. Harry hates hospitals.

These places are drowning in other people's bodily fluids.

Swimming pool of human waste.

Cam's decided to rescue Charlemagne's Pride.

Give him a decent end of life.

The horse deserves the freedom of an open paddock

as he nears the finish line.

So you right to drive us?

Yeah. Good to go, Harry. He's on a drip, Harry.

He...he's not gonna be right for a few days.

Oh, you...you...you've done a medical degree now, have you?

You're the expert.

Cam and I'll meet you out the front. Yep.

You...sure you're right to do this, mate?

Never better.

Get me slippers, would you, Jack?

(SIGHS)

Eugh!

Yep. They've seen better days as well, haven't they?

Yeah. (GROANS)

MAN: No shortage of insurance scammers, Mr Wojcik.

Seems the gas bottle had been tampered with.

Are you so stupid, you think I would put my own child in danger?

Your kid, is it?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

A word.

OK.

Ah!

Oh. What's going on?

Rightio.

So...

..if it wasn't insurance and it wasn't just a faulty gas bottle,

what else could it be?

Clearly, someone is out to get me,

or at least warn me.

About what?

Were you at war with any of the other vendors?

I run a food truck, not a drug cartel.

Drugs are your area of expertise, Detective Slorach.

Is everything alright at home?

Which coastal route are we heading down now?

Well, every marriage has its bumps, doesn't it?

So my wife is out to kill us?

Do you think that's possible?

I have a very good marriage, thank you for asking. What about yours?

Your missus's relationship with Jack Irish presents no problem?

He's her ex.

We are all friends.

Oh, that's good. You know, that's what we like to hear.

Um, you know, a thoroughly modern relationship.

It's just that, uh, confidentially,

Irish is a person of interest in an unrelated matter

and we...we saw your wife...

..leaving his place.

As I said, we are all friends.

Mmm.

That's...that's good.

Um...

..here we go.

Do you know the time?

It's...it's 1:10am.

You know...

..clothes dishevelled,

hair everywhere.

As you say, you know, it's a...

..it's a very close friendship.

LINDA: Here she is. Mum!

Hello, darling. Oh!

Thank you so much. Are you alright?

Are you alright? Are you hurt? I'm fine.

LINDA: Oh, here's Daddy. Hi.

What are they saying?

They don't know.

Darling, can you please pick up your things?

We have to find somewhere else to stay.

It's not safe for us at home.

Was it deliberate?

Is...

..is it about my article?

I'm not waiting to find out.

You ready? Great.

(TRAM BELL DINGS)

OK. (LAUGHS)

You all set?

Nearly ready. Just one more bag.

JACK: How did Eric and Wilbur take you leaving?

I think they've given up. They don't speak much anymore.

It happens.

OK, sweetie. Time to go.

I want to beat the evening rush, OK?

(DOOR CLOSES)

EVIE: You know where we are in Castlemaine.

You're welcome to visit.

Just phone ahead.

Yeah. OK.

To be honest, I'd actually prefer you didn't come

until Sami settles in.

You don't think he might miss me?

You frighten him.

You're not safe, Jack.

I wish you were.

(ENGINE STARTS)

CAM: Do you have a forwarding number?

WOMAN: I don't. I'm sorry.

Alright, thank you for your help. OK.

(SIGHS)

Bad news, Harry.

They've sent Charlemagne's Pride away.

Oh, he's back in stud? (LAUGHS)

Can't keep a great horse down.

No, to a knackery, in south Queensland, two days ago.

They couldn't! Yeah.

He kept galloping on novice riders, and he injured a child.

Of course he did! He's a thoroughbred!

Not some hack on training wheels!

Two days?

He could still be alive.

Go, Brendan! We'll drive all night if we have to.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(SIGHS)

(BEEP) (DOOR UNLOCKS)

Well...

..this is not too bad.

It's not the Taj Mahal, but we'll have fun.

Don't you think?

Listen, if they're doing this because of me, I am so sorry.

And what exactly are you sorry about?

The story. You know.

(PHONE RINGS)

I'll take this in the corridor.

ORTON: Yes, you do that.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES) (PHONE RINGS)

I can't talk right now.

Listen, remember I told you that Maitland visited Troy in prison?

You're not listening. We know someone's running Troy.

What if it's Maitland?

What if he was on Khoury's boat too and he's part of Great White?

Someone else had to take this photo.

Jack, I'm with my family in a hotel.

Someone tried to blow them up today.

Oh, fuck, Linda. Oh...

I have to go back in.

Linda, w... (DISCONNECTED BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

You're doing it again, aren't you, darling?

You told Jack Irish someone else is pulling the strings.

I never said who it was.

OK.

Repeat after me.

"There is a food chain.

"I am not capable of making judgement calls.

"I do as I am told."

And what your mother is telling you to do

is find out where the drop is

and then deal with him.

I know.

Mum.

I can do this.

Useless as your old man.

(LIFT CHIMES) (LIFT DOORS OPEN)

So Barry Tregear used to go fishing on Khoury's boat

with Underwood and Slorach.

What are you doing in a secure area?

Were you on the boat with 'em?

(LAUGHS) Doing some fishing of your own, Jack?

I'm just doing what the police should have done 25 years ago.

I'm calling out corrupt cops who you seem to want to protect!

This from the man fucking a married woman.

Is that your definition of morality, is it?

You think you're better than these bent cops?

Following ME now, are you? Word gets around, pal!

You think an amateur can interfere with my police investigation?

$59,250.

That's what police recruits get paid

to have psychos hold guns to their head!

The Great White money that went missing

would have just gone back into government revenue

and been used to print more 'gamble responsibly' stickers.

That's the job.

You push shit uphill all day until it slides back down and buries you.

What, Internal Affairs does nothing about it? You just let it happen?

No!

Next time, I arrest you.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING) (CAR UNLOCKS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

How are things, Jack?

Never better, Stan.

That is great. Good. Good news.

Uh, I won't worry you, then.

Well, actually, uh,

we were wondering, Cherry more than me,

if you wouldn't mind vacating this office.

We need all the space we can get.

You're kicking me out?

No!

Well, yes, but no hurry.

(SIGHS)

Right. When?

End of the week suit you?

Stan!

Mate, it's Wednesday!

I've got clients booked! I understand. I understand.

Uh, Monday, then?

Oh, fu...

Look, Jack, Jack,

I never wanted it to be THIS successful.

I mean, the world's going a thousand miles per hour.

I can't keep up.

I don't know what anyone's talking about out there,

all this hipster talk,

people texting someone sitting directly opposite them.

I mean, sending TicTacs to each other.

I-I'm hanging by a thread here, Jack.

Someone's offered to buy the Prince for $12 million.

Now, three years ago, I had five customers, an...

..an overdraft of $800,000

and I was happy.

Now I'm a millionaire several times over.

Yeah, well, try not to be too depressed about it, mate.

Bit hard not to, Jack.

Still, I am happy things are going alright for YOU.

Oh, hey, Carol. (DOOR CLOSES)

You don't return any of my phone calls?

Oh, yeah, I've got a bit going on at the moment. I'm sorry.

You don't say. I-I tell you what, Jack.

Uh, make it Tuesday.

Thanks, mate. Is this your doing?

Are you behind this? The rat squad trawling my house?

What are they looking for?

CAROL: Well, how would I know?

That creep Maitland, he...he took all my computers.

He went through the mail.

This is YOUR girlfriend.

Linda's not my girlfriend. Well, you could have fooled me.

What did you tell her? Barry was a crook?

He was on the take? What exactly did you say about your dead friend?

Look, wh...what I said was, on appearances, yeah, yeah,

your late husband was on the take for a lot of money, OK?

Oh! And where exactly is this money? Yeah, I don't know.

Because we sure as hell could use it right now!

Carol, wait, wait. Wait, listen.

The mail that Maitland took, was there anything specific in there?

Barry would have done anything for you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

G'day.

JACK: Are you...you selling?

Yeah, 25-foot trailer sailor.

Just bought ourselves a Colin Archer 45.

S-sounds impressive.

It's old.

But my son is taking a year off.

Gonna sail it up the eastern seaboard,

maybe even as far as New Guinea, Pacific Islands.

(EXHALES) Half your luck.

Well...

..you keep saying you only live once and you do nothing.

We've been watching our lives disappear for years now, chasing...

..God knows what.

So, we decided enough's enough.

Time to start living.

Are you interested in buying my old one?

Oh...

..sadly, I get a bit seasick just getting into a bath.

(LAUGHS)

And what are you doing here, then?

Well, did you know Mick Khoury? He was a member here.

Bad business. Yeah. Terrible.

Um, I'm his lawyer, and his wife wanted to know

if he had any mail here - she couldn't face it herself.

Yeah.

Don't blame her.

I shouldn't, but, erm...

..I know where Spiros keeps the keys.

I'll...I'll check his mailbox.

Oh, great. Thanks.

(UNLOCKS MAILBOX)

Appreciate it.

Good luck with your year of living. Thanks.

You should do the same.

On land.

(SIGHS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(TAPS GLASS) (GASPS)

When you defended my dad...

..did you do a good job?

Uh...

..well, at the time, I...

..I thought I did as good as I could, yeah.

Could you have saved him?

The DPP were pushing for 10 years. I got him 5.

(JACK PANTS)

Actually, the truth is, I don't know anymore what I've done right...

..or wrong.

(SIGHS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(PANTS)

(SEAGULLS CRY)

HARRY: There it is. Pull up here!

BRENDAN: Want me to come in, boss?

HARRY: Wait in the car. I'll handle it.

That's a sight you don't often see.

Harry running.

What's so special about this horse anyway?

Nothing.

One big city win.

So why all the fuss?

The one big city win was the day that he met Stella

and his life came good.

Oh, shit.

Looks like we're too late.

BRENDAN: Boss isn't crying, is he?

Nah. Dust in his eyes.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

Stop! Stop! Stop!

(HORN HONKS)

Stop!

(BRAKES HISS)

They race their hearts out for ya, and what does the racing industry do?

Turns 'em into bloody pet food!

And why? 'Cause they're old.

'Cause their limbs ache and their juices don't flow as well.

He's not carrying, is he?

Worse.

(HORSE SNORTS)

BRENDAN: What's he doing?

Well, nothing sane.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR OPENS)

ORTON: I wasn't going to be here when you come home.

Then I decided...

..I wanted you to know it was me.

Tell me...

..is there anyone you're not prepared to screw over?

Thanks for the lend of your axe.

I'll put it back in the shed for you on my way out.

(SIGHS)

How did you know I was here?

Actually, don't answer that. Just in future, never come here again.

Listen, I didn't come here to cause more trouble.

No. No. No. That's on me. I don't even know why I did what I did.

I'm just a shitty human being...

No, you're not. You're not. Listen. Look, let's just leave it, alright?

He doesn't know, and I won't tell him, so we can...

Linda. He knows.

OK? Orton knows.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Was it the police? Is that how you found out?

Because they've obviously got an agenda.

Is that what matters here?

No, I s...suppose not.

Your friend...

..Detective Slorach, enlightened me.

I made a terrible mistake.

I've been struggling to...

..to be a good mother and, um, to be a good wife

and a brilliant journalist.

Good wife, good mother, brilliant journo.

Interesting.

Interesting priorities.

(SIGHS) I didn't... I didn't mean it that way. It's...

I thought...

..I was beyond feeling this much anger,

that I was old enough to take things in my stride.

But I got married, adopted a child, late in life,

moved country,

all because I thought someone loved me.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

So, yes, I guess I'm struggling a little myself.

I do love you.

This...this will never...

..never happen again, I promise you.

But it did.

Yes. (SNIFFS) Yes, it did.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES) (SOBS)

Well... (CRUNCHES)

..this isn't quite what I intended

when I said, "How about a drink and a meal?"

Well, I wasn't anticipating having to pack up my office.

My office is on the market.

I'm getting out of law.

To do what, keep bees?

No, that's Simone's thing.

Keeps her happy and, um,

reduces her word count to an almost comprehensible speed.

What are YOU gonna do?

Dunno.

How about you?

After 20 years, I'm close to understanding Isabel's death.

Will that bring her back to life?

(CRUNCHES)

Is this really about Isabel?

Well, what the fuck else would it be about?

An addiction. Look at yourself since her death.

Your whole life is spent trawling to the bottom of one swamp

and then diving straight into another.

I've brought some seriously shitty people to justice, OK?

Yeah, and then more appear.

This stuff is cancer, Jack.

It slowly eats you until all you have left is black noxious bile.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, well, it's been good catching up. (SIGHS)

Haven't you seen enough death?

Isn't it time to live a little?

Yeah. I'm thinking about buying a yacht.

Isabel was a gorgeous woman.

She'd hate what her death has done to you.

But if this is all for Isabel, it's not how you honour her.

You know, just go to her grave occasionally, you take some flowers,

you tell her how much you miss her, but say...

..you are getting on with your life.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHOPPING)

(LAUGHS)

(GLASSES CLINK)

I'm out, Jack.

Of what? All of it.

You can finish this if you really need to,

but I just want to save my family.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I got a call from Wayne's mother.

What did she want? I didn't take it.

(SNIFFS)

Me telling you this puts an end to it.

You're not about to do something stupid, are you?

It's a bit late for that.

(LAUGHS)

Do you reckon I'm as bad as the people I'm chasing?

Drew seems to think so.

Neither of us are anywhere near as clever as we thought we were.

(LAUGHS)

Bye, Jack.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Mrs Milovich.

My name's Jack Irish. I know who you are.

You were Isabel's husband.

Yeah, that's right.

I still pray for her.

(SIGHS)

Troy visited me today.

Today? Mm-hm.

Because if I could...

..talk to him, then...

..you know, maybe I could convince him.

Oh, you couldn't convince my son all those years ago, could you?

And I don't have a clue where Troy is now.

What did he want?

(SIGHS)

Absolution.

To feel like a child again.

Your grandson is incredibly dangerous.

Oh, Troy is not technically my grandson,

not of the same blood.

That's my only comfort.

But he's...

..but he's Wayne's son?

No.

But he doesn't know that.

Whose son is he, then?

(SCOFFS)

She had an affair, devil woman.

What do you mean?

His mother, Nina.

She had an affair with some bloody cop.

Wayne found out about it when he got out of prison.

He lost it entirely.

Keep away from her. She is pure evil.

That's all I wanted to tell Linda.

(LAUGHTER) Good luck with your retirement, mate.

You have a good one. Good on ya, Reg.

You have a good one, alright? Yeah. (LAUGHS) Yeah.

(ALL LAUGH)

Well, we made it to the end, Joe. We did.

Here's to an easy retirement. (GLASSES CLINK)

Congratulations.

You've won.

I'm not following up the story. I'll even print a retraction if you like.

So you don't need to blow up people I love anymore.

You know, you should go ahead.

You pick up that bag of drug money.

Buy yourself a house, a boat, I don't care.

Just leave my family out of it.

Somebody get this mad bitch out of here!

Let her go. Eye on the prize.

It's alright. Just gonna go take a slash.

I'll see you graveside.

(SIGHS)

(KEYS JINGLE) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(PANTS)

You don't get to fuck up my retirement.

(PANTS)

I wouldn't bother writing this one up.

Roomful of cops saying you were drunk, fell down pissed.

(PANTS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(ENGINE FAILS TO START)

(HORN HONKS)

Think I got what you were looking for.

"Anh Nguyen's place. Closing time."

NINA: Good boy.

I'll go there now, and, uh...

..and you take care of the other cop.

(MOANS)

NINA: You've done your mother proud.

(PANTS)

(ENGINE STARTS) (MOANS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(LOCKS DOOR)

(WHISTLES)

(BEEP) (DOOR UNLOCKS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) (SWITCH CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(MOANS AND SOBS)

(TURNS ON TAP)

(TURNS OFF TAP)

No.

(TURNS ON TAP)

Oh...

(TURNS OFF TAP)

(SOBS)

Mum?

Mmm. No. Mmm.

No, I gotta go.

Come on, Fran. One for the road. We're celebrating.

(SIGHS)

(GLASSES CLINK)

(PUTS GLASS DOWN) Oh!

Phew!

Ciao.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(BEEP) (CAR UNLOCKS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PANTS)

(SIREN CHIRPS)

(INDISTINCT VOICES ON POLICE RADIO)

For fuck's sake, Phil, seriously?

Blow into this, please. One continuous breath.

I have to be somewhere, Maitland. It's urgent.

I said blow.

Seriously.

(BLOWS) (BEEPING)

(PHONE BUZZES)

What is it, Case?

She's bolted.

No, she arranged to meet me tomorrow.

No. She's doing a runner, Troy.

As soon as she gets the money, she's gone.

You won't see her again.

I know where she is.

Just leave it, Troy, please.

For me?

(INDISTINCT VOICES ON POLICE RADIO)

(DISCONNECTED BEEPS) (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(SOBS)

(BEEPING)

Step out of the vehicle, please, ma'am.

Phil. Please. You don't understand.

It's not a great way to celebrate your mate's retirement,

is it, Francine?

A night in the slammer?

Pay a hefty fine.

But it's not like you've lost a million dollars, is it?

(NINA GASPS)

(PHONE RINGS) (SIGHS)

Jack.

Mrs Milovich.

(SIGHS)

I don't know what you think you know, Jack, but...

What I know is that you were on Khoury's boat that day

and that you've got blood on your hands -

my wife's, Barry's.

You think you can just put 'em in the ground for a bag of cash

and I'll look the other way?

Are you here?

Well, let's just say you could try and make a run for it,

but I reckon I've got you covered.

Does this mean I have to share?

I thought about that.

Trouble is, no amount of money would be enough.

Not the time for morals, Jack.

Half of this is yours.

Set you up for life.

Now, why don't you come out and we can talk about it?

Oh, better for both of us if I just stay here, I reckon.

I don't know what I'm likely to do to you.

Why don't we just wait for the others, hey?

(SIGHS)

There won't be any others, Jack.

They've all been dealt with.

TROY: Mum?

Mum! I'm over here.

Finally worked things out for yourself, did ya, hey?

Casey told me you packed up the house.

That you were gonna leave me to face the music.

Your sister's full of shit.

JACK: Your mother's the one full of shit, Troy.

She's been lying to you from the womb!

You know she made you kill your real father?

What's he talking about?

We don't have time for this. Shoot the prick!

She didn't tell you, did she?

Shoot him! That cop you shot, Barry Tregear!

He's your real father, mate.

Not Wayne.

Wayne's Casey's dad, not yours.

Shoot him, pet.

Is it true?

This is not the time.

Did you lie?

Did you lie to me...

..about my dad?

Look, he was weak. He deserved it.

You made me kill him.

Spare me the sentimental bullshit about a man you didn't even know!

Everything we need is here.

Shoot him and we are home free.

(GASPS)

I'm your mother.

(GROANS) (BODY THUDS)

No, Troy! (GUNSHOT)

(PANTS)

Oh, Jesus.

(PANTS)

MAITLAND: I'll take that, Jack.

(PANTS)

Now what? You're gonna shoot me and...blame me for their murders?

That'd work.

What about the money?

I might take it home with me tonight.

See how it feels to be a millionaire.

And tomorrow, I'll sign it into evidence.

Government's gotta pay for those

'gamble responsibly' stickers somehow.

(RADIO CRACKLES) I need some vehicles down here.

Forensics and an ambulance.

No rush on the latter.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Copy that.

(SIRENS HOWL)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(HOOVES TAP ON RAMP)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(HORSE SNORTS)

(HORSE SNORTS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(PHONE ALERT CHIMES AND BUZZES)

Ah!

Hey.

Oh.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ORTON GRUNTS)

Where'd you get this?

It belonged to Manos, the doughnut guy.

Well...can we fix it?

(EXHALES)

A lot of work.

It's...it's filthy.

No wonder...

..no-one bought his doughnuts.

So, what can I do to help?

Well...

..you can start by scrubbing away 25 years of baked-on fat.

That should keep you out of trouble.

JACK: Hi, fellas.

Jack!

I want to show you something.

WILBUR: What? JACK: Come on.

Oh.

Oh! Oh! (LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ERIC: Look! WILBUR: Look at that!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WILBUR LAUGHS)

Oh, God.

ERIC: Here we are. Come on.

(GLASSES CLINK) Right.

Oh!

Graeme MacKenzie.

105 games for Fitzroy.

Oh. No, no. That was Graham Campbell played 105.

What? MacKenzie played 151.

You're wrong, mate! MacKenzie played 105 games.

I'll bet ya. I'm leaving, gentlemen.

Hey?

I'm selling up. Came to say goodbye.

ERIC: What, what? You're leaving Fitzroy?

I mean, are you mad?

Uh, based on the evidence, yeah.

(WILBUR LAUGHS) ERIC: Well!

Wilbur. Jack. (LAUGHS)

Eric. I will come back and visit you. I promise.

Why bother? Anything we gotta say, you've already heard.

See you at one of our funerals, hey?

(MAKES CLICKING NOISE)

SCOTT MATTHEWS: # Home is where your heart is forever yearning

# Home bears the scars

# ..forever learning

# It's been years

# Since you went away

# Not so far away... #

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