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[John] I can put two big clubs in this space,

I can cycle the crowds up and down the strip all night

and the Cross will come back bigger than it ever was.

[motorcycles rumble]

-[grunting and shouting] -[people scream]

-What do they fuckin' want?! -[Tiny] Everything.

Names, homes, addresses.

They're coming for everyone. They're not gonna stop.

[shutter clatters]

[grave music]

[Dean] But they're too strong

for us to take them head-on at the moment.

-Too strong for you. -Nah, me, you, all of us.

We'll see.

[gun clicks]

Been around long enough to know what happens next, yeah?

[Ned] You know Sam's coming at you.

Now Benny's coming at him 'cause I just riled the prick up.

[Doyle] We caught you on camera...

..at his house.

I'm giving you a very special opportunity here.

You want me to be a mole?

[gunfire]

[John] This is not your fucking world.

You don't wanna get caught up in this shit.

And you are not here as a cop.

Looks like you've got a choice to make.

[bullet casings clink]

['Let Me Down Easy' by Paolo Nutini]

# We are broken by others... #

[sirens wail]

# But we mend ourselves

# We take comfort in strangers

# But I don't think it helps... #

[sirens wail]

# If every fool wore a crown

# I would be a king and not a clown

# 'Cause love can be, ooh

# Closer than our hands and our feet

-# But it's lost on me... # -[Doyle] Morning.

-# Oh, oh, it's lost on me -# Let me down easy

# Though your love for me is gone

# Let me down easy

# Since you feel to stay is wrong

# Let me down easy. #

John.

This looks like the start of a recurring dream of mine.

We've had reports of a shooting here.

Well, that's news to me.

[Doyle] Well, Senior Constable Larsen has done excellent work.

We recovered a number of shell casings expended on your street.

We have a warrant to search the premises.

You know your way around.

Some of us do.

Nice place.

-Thanks. -Uh, uh!

John, I'd prefer if you stayed.

If you're gonna plant something,

it doesn't matter whether I'm here or not, hey?

[low tense music]

Interesting choice.

I'd prefer if you stayed too.

I'd prefer if you weren't a cop.

[gritty theme music]

-[heavy rock music plays] -[men shout and jeer]

[Hamish] Like the fucking Colosseum in here.

[shouting and jeering continues]

[Sam] Yeah, I ordered lions,

but I think they got stuck in customs.

[Hamish chuckles] Heard you did a number

on the Iron Bloods' road captain with the face tats.

Come on, come on! Break it up!

You said you were gonna cool it.

Yeah, that was me cooling it.

[Hamish] Yeah? Where is he now?

Hmm?

I got your back, Sam, you know I do, but...

..if this keeps happening,

other chapters are gonna get drawn into your bullshit

and I can't have that.

[men shout and exclaim]

[Funny Steve] Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Hearken ye, noble assembly!

We have a new challenger!

[chuckles] Bantamweight,

all the way from the Eastern Suburbs...

[laughter]

..it's John Ibrahim!

[all cheer]

[John] What the fuck is this?

[Sam] Sit down. I got a seat for you, VIP area.

[heavy rock music continues]

-[bodies thud] -[men cheer]

Not bad, huh? [chuckles]

Just like the backyard.

-Is it? Yeah? -Yeah.

You want to have a go?

Nah, don't want to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.

[man] Fucking smash him!

Alright, what do you fucking want?

I want nothing.

Everything's going well.

Everything's going well, huh?

Look, whatever you've heard or may hear,

I got it under control.

I've got some things in play.

I just need you and the other biker clubs

to stay out of it.

So you're asking me to behave

while you get to have all the fun?

-[men exclaim and cheer] -[Sam chuckles]

Sam?

-Let's go! [claps] -[John] Sam!

Please.

Hamish!

Yeah?

Organise a sit-down, invite all the clubs.

-We'll sing 'Kumbaya'. -OK.

I'll kiss some arse and be a good boy for ya.

-[men cheer] -[Sam] Ooh!

Fucking hell, huh?

[laughs]

[John] Steph, hey.

Yeah, no, all good. Cops didn't find anything.

I would've heard by now if they had.

Listen, uh, I need you to make Pinocchio's look good.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Just, yeah, champagne, flowers, crystal glasses, all of that.

Got some investors coming by. I need them to be impressed.

[car door shuts]

-Yep. -[engine starts]

Alright, so this is CCTV from the street

around the corner from John Ibrahim's place

before the shooting started.

And this... [clicks mouse]

..is after.

Connor Horvath - Benny Vasquez's right-hand man.

Uh, I found numerous shell casings in the street

from about four different weapons.

Alright, so what we still don't know

is the ID of the second shooter

or where they are now.

There's no sign of them

in any footage from the neighbouring properties.

He's just vanished.

We've contacted local command

to see if any bodies show up.

So, an attempted hit on John Ibrahim is a very big move.

An attempted hit outside his house is even bigger.

So we don't know what this means

or what's gonna flow from this,

but it is likely that this

is the start of something, not the end.

Or a continuation.

Yeah. So Connor Horvath is priority number one.

We need to find him before anyone else does.

[low uneasy music]

[phone rings]

[water showers]

[hip-hop music plays in distance]

[John] Kings Cross needs a makeover.

Now, that's no secret.

But with your help

and your business minds and your good taste,

this street will become

the city's next high-end entertainment precinct.

[beverage pours]

I'm talking no more violence, no bikies,

no street dealing, just...class.

-What about the strip clubs? -[man chuckles]

Well, I think you should look at them as assets.

It gives the street character.

I mean, we want it to be clean,

but we don't want it to be boring.

And we want it without police corruption

and the stand-over of those bad old days.

And you're guaranteeing that?

100%.

I'm sure you all know Mr Kyle Sandilands.

Highest-rating FM breakfast show host in the country.

He's in.

That means millions of listeners

in all our key demographics,

marketing on steroids, for free.

My clients are all on the Gold Coast.

So, no offence, Kyle,

but no-one listens to you up there.

-Not yet, mate. -[John] Yeah, do better, Karl.

[John and Kyle laugh]

Now, I am having a Mardi Gras party

at Club Utopia on Oxford Street Saturday night

and I would love to have you all as my special guests.

So, please, come along, bring your friends.

Have a drink, have some fun.

And I'll have a written business plan

for each and every one of you there.

To the new Cross.

-To the Cross. -[Kyle] To the Cross.

-To the Cross. -[John] Cheers. Cheers.

[bubbling]

[tense music]

[Benny] It's all under control, Dean.

-[clattering] -[Dean] You tipped our hand!

John was vulnerable, yeah?

Then why isn't he fucking dead?!

-Look. I'll handle it. -No.

You already fucked it up once.

The Turks are taking care of it.

And where's Connor?

[Benny] I haven't heard from him.

Well, that's...untidy.

What about Sam? He's not gonna sit still for this.

Hey, shut up.

You just focus on tying up your loose ends.

Fuckin' hell.

[footsteps recede]

It went well.

Oh, we'll see.

Fuck, John, I can't believe you got Jeremy Kenson.

-That's a big fish. -Well, I still need to hook him.

But he's gonna bring in a whole demographic

that ties it all together...

[car engine revs loudly]

[engine stops]

-Hey, bro. -Hey, dickhead.

-Hey, looks good, Fadi. -Oi!

-You got a minute? -For you.

Where'd you get the clown car? Actually, I don't want to know.

-You like it. -No, I fuckin' don't!

Oh, was 'wanker' already taken or what?

Fadi, what about the building course you're apparently doing?

Yeh, it's good, but I wanna talk to you about something else.

And I never wanna see you driving this car again.

Get out of here.

[engine starts and revs loudly]

[trembles and weeps]

[tense music]

-[phone rings] -Oh, fuck.

[phone continues ringing]

[brakes squeak]

-[phone continues ringing] -[handbrake clicks]

[groans]

Hey, Connor, where you been?

I had to stay out of si... [groans]

You alright?

Yeah, I'm not great.

Arm's kind of fucked.

I'll get you fixed up. Where are you?

[winces] Hey, I know...

..I know I fucked up, but...

That's alright. Don't even worry about it.

Just come see me, yeah?

[Benny] Connor, can you hear me?

Yeah.

At the...at the place?

Yeah, yeah, wherever you like.

Cool.

See you in a bit.

Yeah, sweet.

[phone clicks]

-[puts phone down] -[engine starts]

[Simone] You know, donating Club Utopia for the Mardi Gras Party

will get you major brownie points from the community.

That was the general idea, Sim.

-Bitchy! -[laughs]

Mim, how many RSVPs have we got to the party?

Oh, close to 100%.

The lord mayor, full committee.

-Broadcast all set? -Cameras on the balconies.

No access inside. Security will take care of that.

Gonna be a kick-arse Mardi Gras.

[John] It needs to be. We got some special guests coming.

They need to enjoy themselves.

[Ray sighs] Sorry I'm late.

I was waylaid.

Any time is a good time to see you, Ray.

If you'd indulge me, I'd...

..I'd like to take a moment, if I may.

Now...

..John and I have never been the best of friends.

But to see him embrace the Mardi Gras spirit

and put our differences aside...

..has been more than gratifying.

It feels like détente,

the end of one era and the beginning of the next.

And so in that vein, you should all know

that this will be my last Mardi Gras.

I'm retiring.

Well, the least you could do is give me a round of applause!

[scattered applause]

[John] Bit early for the hard stuff.

Only live once.

Nice speech.

Well, I meant it.

Mardi Gras is extremely important to our community.

I'm glad you're part of that.

I meant the retirement bit.

What's brought that on?

I'm not getting any younger.

And when the time comes, you...

..you just know, as they say.

Are you alright?

Are you concerned for my welfare?

How sweet.

No, no, I'm just, um...

..just curious.

I'm more than alright.

I've had a very happy life.

Mostly.

So who's gonna run your clubs?

I'm going to sell them.

Who to?

To someone who cares about Oxford Street.

And that's more important to me than the money now.

Why? Are you interested?

Maybe.

Full disclosure - there are other bidders.

Come up with an offer and we can talk.

-[glass thuds] -[Ray sighs]

[Hamish] All this fighting, smashing each other,

it's...it's just stupid.

It plays into the cops' hands.

Now, I know we got shit to work out.

-Where is he? -He's coming.

The only shit we gotta work out is Sam fuckin' Ibrahim.

You're not gonna have any more trouble from him.

[engines rumble]

[engines stop]

[tense music]

[Sam sniffs]

[Sam] Hello, boys.

[chuckles softly]

Fuck me. Why is everybody so tense?

Relax. We come in peace.

No more bad blood.

Like we can trust a word out of your mouth.

Well, that's why I came to tell you myself,

so you can hear it direct from me.

I got no problem with anybody here.

So why don't you tell your boys to cool it on their end,

I'll do the same on mine...

..and we're good?

[hands clasp]

Deal.

You need to come with me.

[guns click]

What the fuck are you doing, Sam?

This prick tried to kill my brother

with that fuck Dean Taylor.

Come on.

Fuck you.

I fucking told you,

I had nothing to do with the hit on John!

I didn't even know it was fucking happening.

[Sam] Sure.

My guys will come for you.

Better not fuck around, then, hey?

-Where's Dean? -You don't get it.

He's too big now,

too fucking smart for you and your brother.

[Sam] Wow.

You really believe Dean gives a shit

about where you are right now, huh?

It's kinda sad.

Makes me a bit emotional, actually.

[grunts and mutters]

The bloke's a rat.

I wouldn't stay up waiting for him if I was you.

Talk and you walk.

Well, hobble.

Fuck you.

[metal creaks]

[Ned screams]

[door squeaks and clangs]

[people exclaim]

-[man] Whoa, whoa, whoa! -[glass shatters]

-[thudding and clattering] -[people shouting]

Hey!

-Get down! Get down! -[Sanjay] OK, OK, OK!

What the fuck?! You can't be here, mate.

Whoa! [grunts]

[barrels clatter]

Get down!

[Sophie] Oh.

[Sophie whispers] Babe...

[grumbles lowly]

You know, when they told me that Dean was muscled up big-time...

..this isn't what I was expecting.

Now, I'm not saying I'm upset.

I'm just a little disappointed. That's all.

Where is he?

Look.

All we know, he's got an office, OK, offsite

where he runs all this.

He's there most nights.

That's all we know.

I got first dibs on the prick when we get there, huh?

-Ugh! -Sam!

-[gunshots] -[tyres squeal]

[Sam] Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

[man] In all honesty, it's just... It's pretty dead.

[John] And it's pretty cheap.

It won't stay that way. It's the perfect investment opportunity.

I got to say, John, the area has a pretty poor reputation

and I don't just mean the street itself.

No disrespect.

[dance music plays]

None taken.

I have a reputation.

I can't change that.

But what I can do is give you a guarantee.

I will be invisible. I won't interfere.

Your venue, your rules

and not one other person on this street

is gonna interfere with you.

So what are the yields, you know, ballpark?

Oh, it depends what venue you want.

I mean, first year, 5 to 10%.

20 to 30% by the third year.

-They're good numbers. -[phone rings]

Excuse me.

[phone beeps]

Yeah.

OK, uh, coming.

Sorry. I'm gonna have to go.

But I will see you all at Mardi Gras, right?

Absolutely.

I'll lay it all out for you then.

Enjoy your night.

Fuck.

You run that number plate?

Happening.

[footsteps approach]

Step back.

[Sam] Oh, no, no. It's all good. I didn't ring for a nurse.

[Funny Steve chuckles]

Hi, Sam.

Major Organised Crime believe your life is in danger.

No shit.

Any idea who shot ya?

Nah.

Well, where did it happen?

[Sam] Um, it was, uh...

[clicks] Can't remember.

How many of these new turkeys

have you sucked in with your bullshit?

About 150.

[Amir] Hmph.

If I'm such a shitbag, why give me a warning?

Why not just let it play out?

The system doesn't work that way.

You're in the wrong system, then, aren't ya?

If you think of anything.

Mate...

What did he want?

Fishing expedition.

[John] You promised me.

I never promised anything.

Well, I'm never saying 'please' to you again.

[Sam] Good.

I don't need you owing me favours.

How is your leg?

Yeah, it's better than it looks.

[John] Lucky.

Yeah, I won the fuckin' lottery.

Is there anything more I need to know?

No, John.

I don't want any more bodies on me, Sam.

Can't wash that stink off. It follows you for life.

Listen.

Those guys tried to kill you. Now me.

It's gotta be dealt with.

Just don't die trying.

Give me that at least.

Only if you say 'please'.

[door lock buzzes in distance]

Little bro.

They treating you OK?

Mm-hm.

[Michael] Listen.

I couldn't talk about this over the phone.

One of my guys in here told me

a hitter's coming up from Melbourne.

You're the target.

How solid is this?

Well, I trust my guy,

but he wouldn't tell me how he found out.

The hitter's name is Tim Dolan.

-When? -That's all I got.

Watch your arse, John.

The hit's on all of us, Mikey. Watch yours.

You know I'm still trying to get you out, right?

I'll get Mum to send you some food.

-You're getting fucking thin. -[door lock buzzes]

Johnny, it's perfect timing.

I was looking for someone to help me shovel some shit.

The name Tim Dolan mean anything to you?

Yeah, he's a Melbourne guy. Why?

Word is he's coming to town on business.

The guy's the real deal, John. He only does expensive work.

You should bunker down.

Well, timing's shit. I've gotta close a deal tonight.

Yeah, that'll have to wait.

[John] Well, it can't.

Look, what's he look like?

Everyone or no-one. Depends on the job.

OK, well, what's his game?

Again, it depends on the job.

Listen, Johnny. This guy is a real pro, alright?

You need to sit this one out. Do you understand?

[phone beeps]

[uneasy music]

[birds screech]

[Tongan Sam] Age? Skin colour?

Just a name.

That's not much help, is it?

Not unless he introduces himself.

[John] Simmie! You're up early.

The licensing board knocked me back.

The application for my club.

They give you a reason?

They didn't, but I asked around.

There's new restrictions coming in.

They're calling them the PoPE laws.

All the clubs on Oxford Street will have to close by midnight.

[Simone chuckles bitterly]

Are you fucking kidding?

It's not public yet.

But it's gonna make our Mardi Gras party more like...

-A wake. -Exactly.

Fucking Ray. He...

He knew about this.

He's trying to offload the clubs

before the street dies in its arse.

[pensive music]

Simmie.

Is it just Oxford Street?

As far as I know. Why?

Less competition for the Cross.

-[Funny Steve] Hey. -[Sam] Hey.

Your guy at the Roads Authority came through.

Got a name of the owner of the van.

What a fucking idiot.

Tell me about it.

Still nothing on Dean, though.

Checked his office. Gone.

We'll deal with this shit first.

[Funny Steve] Righto.

-[monitor trills] -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Take it easy!

I'll take it easy tomorrow.

[monitor continues trilling]

We got shit to do.

[zipper buzzes]

# Finally it's happened to me

# Right in front of my face

# My feelings, can't describe it

# Finally it's happened to me

# Right in front of my face

# And I just cannot hide it

# Finally you've come along

# The way I feel about you, it just can't be wrong

# If you only knew the way I feel about you

# I just can't describe it, oh, no, no

# Finally it's happened to me

# Right in front of my face

# My feelings, can't describe it

# Finally it's happened to me

# Finally it's happened to me

# Finally it's happened to me

# Happened to me, happened to me, happened to me

# Finally, finally... #

[ecstatic dance music plays]

# Finally... #

[people laugh]

[dance music continues]

[John] Hey, Simmie, you found it.

-Yeah. -Good. Oh, you got it? OK.

-Are they all in there? -Mm-hm.

-OK, we all looking good? -Stop worrying.

-Hey, hey, Fadi. -Hey.

-You good? -I'm good.

Hey, listen, I know we haven't spent

much time lately, but let's change that.

I'd like that.

Alright, go have fun.

-Hey, not too much fun. -Yeah, yeah.

-Alright, sweet? -Mm-hm.

-OK. All good? -It's good.

[John] Stay alert. Eyes on the crowd.

OK, alright, let's go.

# Finally it's happened to me

# Right in front of my face... #

Hey! Guys, thank you so much for coming.

Happy Mardi Gras, huh?

Brad, Jeremy, Olivia, Celia, Maurice,

this is the extraordinary Simone.

She's gonna be your hostess tonight.

Business plans, as promised.

-[man] Excellent. -Here you are.

Have a read, have a drink, come back to me.

[Simone] If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

[John] Ah, right on time.

John, can I talk to you for a second?

Yep.

Guy in the corner.

Hey, hey, my friend! Where you going?

You're still the only one!

[upbeat dance music plays]

See you. Oh, I'm in the forest of loveliness!

Oh, oh, excuse me. Good morning.

Oh, yes. Ooh, ahh!

Beautiful.

You know me.

-Charisma! -Hey, baby!

[Ray] Mwah! I found you!

I'll always find you.

Thanks, darl.

[John] So...

..what about these PoPE laws?

I'm sorry?

Council's gonna force all the clubs

on the street to close by midnight.

-How tedious! -Don't bullshit me, Ray.

-In what way? -You already knew.

That bait and switch, it was a nice try.

What a suspicious nature you have.

Nah, Sam's out of action. It's go time.

[door shuts]

I haven't heard from Ned. He could be gone.

We'll have a vote when this is done!

[phone beeps]

[grunts]

What?

[groans]

[Sam] Hey, Pat.

Hey, fellas.

[Funny Steve] Shh! Shh! Shh!

[gasping]

[Sam] Now, you're not very good at this, are ya?

'Cause you want my advice?

You drive someone else's car, right?

You cover the number plate, right?

And then you make sure you don't miss.

Where's his phone?

[phone keypad clicks]

So who needs to know that I'm out of action?

Treasurer.

[groans]

-[phone beeps] -Call him back.

[line rings]

-[Pat grunts] -[Sam] You know what to say.

Mate.

Change of plans.

We're not moving out tonight.

Something's come up.

[line beeps]

[Sam] Very good.

Now Dean.

I haven't got Dean's number.

Check it. It's not in there.

Look, I don't know where he is.

Was me, uh...

..getting knocked his idea?

Oh, fuck off. What do you expect?

You call a bloody peace meeting

and kidnap our fuckin' president.

True.

I mean, I was asking for it.

[Pat moans]

Oh, fuck!

Oh, you fucking psycho cunt!

[Pat groans]

Get him up.

[Pat grunts]

[Sam] Listen to me.

Your club's fucked, right?

But I'm gonna give you another chance.

I was fucking around before. I like the way you operate.

If you come and patch over to us, I'm gonna walk away.

I won't.

You know what?

I respect that, brother.

You would've made a good Black Flag.

Let's go.

Ugh!

[Funny Steve] He was kind of right, you know?

You are a bit of a cunt.

[chuckling]

[dance music pumping]

-Ah, thank you. -You're welcome.

-Cheers. -[chuckles]

-Read the business plan? -Yeah, it's a good pitch.

Great thing about Mardi Gras -

everyone's just here to have a good time,

no aggro.

It wasn't always that way. I mean, times, they change.

The place has changed with them.

How many people do you reckon are down there?

A few hundred thousand.

That's being conservative.

It's a shame about the licensing laws, though.

I mean, everyone's gonna have to find somewhere else to party.

-Licensing laws? -Yeah.

Oh, you didn't hear?

All these clubs on this street, this one,

all closing by midnight.

The only place left with a 24-hour licence is the Cross.

Look, to be honest with you, John,

it's the aggro in the Cross that worries me,

the bikies and...your brother.

Don't worry about my brother.

Or the bikies. It's not their patch anymore.

That's in the past.

You can trust me, Jeremy.

[pats Jeremy]

[dance music plays]

[phone rings]

Johnny?

[line beeps]

[dance music continues]

[John] How we going in there with the investors?

[Simone] Well, Brad's in.

Celia's in, but she might need a bit of a nudge.

Maurice and Olivia, I don't know.

But they're still here, so that's something.

How's it going with Jeremy Kenson?

I don't know.

Can you go work on him?

Can I work on him? Please!

-That's my girl! -Mm-hm.

[dance music continues]

[John] How we all doing? Yeah, good?

[all chatter inaudibly]

[operator on radio] 5 Church Street, Parramatta.

-Connor's sister's address. -OK, and that's confirmed?

-Last known address. -Alright, got it.

[handbrake clicks]

[engine shuts off]

[seatbelt clicks]

[sighs]

[dog barks in distance]

[Doyle knocks]

[thuds door]

[dog barking in distance]

[holsters click]

[tense music]

[dog barking]

[dog whining]

[Doyle whispers] Hey, on three, OK?

One, two, three.

-[gate clatters] -[Doyle] Police!

[Larsen trembles]

It's Connor.

[phone keypad beeps]

This is Doyle.

Gonna need SOCOs at 5 Church Street.

We have Connor Horvath and I think his sister Sylvana.

-[flies buzz] -Double homicide.

[upbeat dance music plays]

-Can you... -[Pete] On it.

Yeah, thanks.

John, John, you should have a chat with one of my clients.

Um, Larry Freeman. He's keen.

Yeah, he's got $2 million and wants to buy Club Labyrinth.

Great! Good! Yeah, um...

-Let's chat up here. OK. -Yep.

Yeah, I'll call you back in a tick. Yep.

[man] I just need to take a piss.

[phone rings]

Tony, I'm just closing a deal.

Dolan's in the building, alright?

I'm here. Where are you?

-[moaning] -Oi! Piss off.

No, not you, Tony. I...

Yeah, look, I'm, uh, with one of the investors right now, so...

[sinister music]

[both grunt]

-[John] Ugh! Arggh! -[chuckles]

[grunts]

[groaning]

Hello?

Ugh!

[pants]

Fuck!

[John breathes heavily]

[curtain slides open]

What the fuck?

-Did you kill him? -[John] Yeah.

-[grunts] -[Tony groans]

-[John] Tony... -Fucker!

[dramatic music]

[both grunt]

-[body thuds] -[knife clangs]

-You OK? Are you? -Yeah, thanks. Tony?

Are you OK?

-No, I'm not fuckin' OK! -Right.

Why don't you answer your fuckin' calls?

You know there's gonna be another Dolan, don't you? Right?

And then another one after that.

-Got this? -Yeah, yeah. Get the pressure.

Nothing like a dirty bar towel on an open wound, hey?

Look, I'm gonna get you a doctor.

Yeah, really? Well, fuck off, then!

[Pete] You good?

[siren wails in distance]

[Amir] You wanna tell me what happened?

[Pat] I got jumped.

Where?

You wanna go back to jail?

What for? Getting shot?

Give me something to go on.

I'm no dog.

But your mates don't know that.

I'll get you out of here,

take you down to the station, hold onto you for a while...

They'll start jumping to conclusions.

[bright dance music plays]

Simmie, hey.

-[Simone] You OK? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where's Jeremy?

Ask Ray.

Where's Jeremy?

Jeremy saw the writing on the wall.

What the fuck did you do?

He didn't want to get into bed

with a criminal in a Teflon suit!

You're either gonna end up dead

or in prison... like your brothers.

Happy Mardi Gras, John. [puts glass down]

[Sanjay] Fuck.

What the fuck...

[door opens]

Hey, whoa. Wait. This...this wasn't us, OK?

Oh, don't worry, mate. I know.

There...there was nothing we could do, Dean.

[Dean] It's OK.

[sighs]

I'm the one that let you two down, yeah?

You shouldn't have had to go through anything like that.

[Sanjay stammers] Hey, Dean, we...

..we need to go home.

Don't you like working for me?

No. No, no, no. It's...it's just...

This shit is fucked, Dean. We can't do it anymore, OK?

I... How do you expect us to just...

-[Dean] Hey... -Get off.

Darling, hey.

[sighs]

Look, I can see you're upset.

I would be too...

..if I'd fucking snitched.

Now, you've gone through some scary stuff, yeah,

and I'm sorry about that.

I really am.

But the truth is we have come too far to go back now.

Yeah?

Alright, well, you best start cleaning up.

-[weeps] -[Sanjay mutters] Fuck.

[lively dance music plays]

What are you doing here?

Connor Horvath and his sister have been executed.

Yeah, uh, come in.

Yeah!

[John] Are you OK?

I...I just... I need to know.

Is this who you are?

What? I didn't fucking do it!

-Maybe not. -No 'maybe'!

But it is your world, isn't it?

Do you love everything in your world, Katie?

Does everything always go the way you want it to all the time?

Their brains were all over the fucking floor!

What if it's your brains on the floor one day?

Then I really hope it's not you walking in on it.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Take care of yourself, John.

[phone keypad clicks]

We need to talk.

[boat horn blares in distance]

I can't believe that you called me out. Huh!

I mean, I heard you were street, Johnny, but, uh...

..I just didn't believe it.

Believe it.

And you came by yourself too, huh?

Well, as far as you know, I did.

I wouldn't make any sudden movements,

though, if I were you.

[Benny laughs]

[Benny] I like that. I respect it.

[Pete] Make a move, prick.

[Benny] I'm glad we understand each other.

Things have gotten out of hand, don't you think?

[Benny] I just wanna do my thing, you know?

Oh, you can do your thing.

Your thing's not my thing, Benny.

We shouldn't have conflict, really.

And do I look like the kind of person who wants conflict?

All I wanna do is just sell in your venues, you know?

That's never gonna fucking happen.

And that's why we got a fucking problem, then, don't we?

'Cause Johnny wants to be fucking greedy.

You got brothers, don't you?

Yeah, so do I.

This kicks off, where do you think it's gonna end?

You're not playing it right.

And how do you suggest that I should be playing it?

Oh, you're a little fish. Dean's a big fish.

Who do you think's gonna get eaten?

As soon as you're no use to him, you're gone.

So what? I should just trust you, then, huh?

Fuck, no. Don't trust me.

Just think for yourself.

You can be Dean.

You can take everything he's got.

But you can't be me.

We take the gloves off, this doesn't end

until both of our families are gone.

Is that what you want?

No.

Now, the way I see it,

we come to an understanding...

..or we kill each other.

Either way, this ends here.

[intense music]