Hello, love. Welcome back.
Dipstick. Look at you!
Only had a couple of snorts. You won't tell Dad, will you?
I can find someone else who won't have a problem.
Gunther, I might have something for you. How far are you from PNG?
You give Thomson a leg up,
you could choose the next president of the DCs.
Sorry, mate.
He wouldn't do it.
Oh, my God.
How much do you love your brother? You decide an amount.
This is going to hurt.
They'll take our money. How much is there?
$1.5 million.
Noel's still got to hurt. I swore to it.
We're in a fucking war. Dad's in a coma. He can't defend us.
But you can by doing this.
And Noel? He's gone in.
Fucked up. Priced too high.
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OK. Ten minutes max, got it?
Get on, get the gear and get off. I'll do the talking.
I got it, bro.
Straight into the galley and out.
The guy you got the info from... he reliable?
Could be a set-up, that's all.
If this guy knows there's three kilos coming in on this boat,
why doesn't he knock it off himself?
He hasn't got the guts, that's why.
Any more stupid questions?
Ah, shit!
Give me a second.
DC's made a mess of it, man.
Maybe you should have given yourself more time.
It's over, OK?
I met the fucking angels and they sent me back.
Just as well.
Not many Montebellos to keep you company up there.
If you don't want to be a part of this, then walk. I'll do it myself.
I'm in. I told you. I'm in.
OK.
He asked us to get it.
Fantastic. Moron doesn't speak fucking English.
It would help if I knew what the fuck youse are talking about.
Sorry, mate.
We were told that there's someone on board
who's carrying a package for a guy called Nasim in Cairns.
Do you know anything about it?
Cairns? Nah.
He said, 'Speak to the cook.'
Didn't give you a name?
Is there anyone on this boat with the surname Cook?
Sorry. No speak fucking Engrish.
Listen, Tokyo. Hey!
You take the piss again and we'll deep-fry your head.
Now, who on this ship has the surname 'Cook'?
Maybe Dave Cook, down in the engine room.
Ah, shit.
This way.
What if this guy gave us the wrong directions?
It's the fucking engine room. It can't be that hard to find.
We should bail. Let's go. We need this money.
It's not worth getting busted for.
Hey! You chose to be here.
You're not pissing off and leaving me in the shit.
Not this time.
Hey, mate... we're here to see Dave Cook.
Says who?
Is that you? Who am I talking to?
We're here for the package you're holding for Nasim.
Who's Nasim?
You got three kilos of powder.
I give you ten seconds to hand it over...
or I kill you. I don't know what you're talking about.
Ten, nine...
I don't know what you're talking about. Eight, seven...
six, five...
He's nobody, man. Look at him.
Four, three...
two. OK!
OK.
It's over there.
There. Above your head.
Bingo.
If you do this and I show up without that package, it's over for me.
So don't show up.
Get off the boat here.
Open up a restaurant.
Tough guy.
Unbelievable. Three kilos.
Shut up. Just keep walking. Don't turn around.
So when are we heading south?
You can stay here. It's sorted.
I thought we were doing this together, flying to Cairns.
I said, it's sorted.
We got the stuff, we got away. What's your fucking problem, mate?
You, 'cause you're weak.
Always have been, always will be.
You're late. Harry.
Plane was delayed. What plane?
Rumzay, remember? The trailer-boat job.
I sent you a text message about it.
You alright, my son?
What's he want?
What I want, Harry,
is for you two to talk.
You better have done your homework.
It's under control. Is it?
There's two of you, who knows how many of them.
One. I'm not taking Gary. Oh, yes you are.
You need him. Why?
'Cause you're a shit judge of character.
Harry! Stop it.
I nailed three kilos of coke for you, didn't I?
You trusted Boydie. Look where that got us.
Look where that landed your brother. And he had nothing to do with it?
What are you doing about getting him out?
What? He can't get him out.
Even if he could, we made a deal with the DCs.
That deal should never have been made.
So Sissi was wrong? She should have let them carve me up?
They're not going to carve you up. What's this, then?
Take that phone.
Call Gary. Tell him to catch the next plane back.
Mum wants you to come and have something to eat.
If we sold the Moranbah property and the garage at Babinda,
I reckon we'd have enough to give us a kick-start.
We sold Moranbah six months ago. Oh... Smithfield.
Yeah. I meant Smithfield.
You've got the croc farm. You can increase exports there.
And Marou and Gary should get a good price on this gear.
Now will you come and eat? You're the real-estate agent.
Review our assets and draw up a contingency plan.
Once we start selling all our assets, we're in trouble.
And we aren't already?
This deal you made with the DCs,
you don't think they're going to honour it, do you?
That deal saved Marou's life.
No. Noel's the one they want.
What better place to organise it than in jail,
where there's nowhere to run?
Hey!
You're not happy. I get that.
But guess what? You weren't there to ask.
Don't.
Will you stop it?
Why? You need a profile pic.
'Cause my hair looks like a bird's nest, that's why.
There you go. How's that?
Better.
What's Townsville like? People are saying there's work up there.
Down there. It's south.
Hey, I should be able to get you work.
Ten bucks an hour enough?
What for, exactly? I'm not picking any more bananas.
I'll speak to my brother.
Might be able to get you something on the croc farm.
Yeah? That'd be great.
When do I get to meet your father? He doesn't like the Irish.
What about Paddy?
Paddy was an exception.
What are you doing?
What was that?
Cane toad.
Look, I'm a bit of an animal lover.
Hey, you don't love these guys, they're everywhere.
Just like the Irish.
That was your last walk for the day.
Has she been? Yep.
How many times? You want a written report?
I don't pay you to be a smart-arse.
No, I do it for free.
Oh... here.
Oh! Look, Schnitzel's birthday party.
You must have done something right, Coco.
You weren't invited last year, were you?
Yes, she was.
You took her. Remember?
You'll have to go. I'm needed here.
No, no, no.
I'm happy to walk her, scoop her poo.
I don't do the birthday-party thing. You do now.
Harry, I got something on.
Yeah... tomorrow, 11am. Birthday party.
She's not missing out again.
What would you have done?
I'd have taken one of them animal's kids
and held their face over a fucking fire till I got my son back.
They were expecting that.
They had their kids protected. So?
Protection's the first to go.
Easy to say, isn't it, when you've had a bullet through the head
and we were left to do it.
We did our best.
Taken these yet? They're not helping.
Sometimes I think I preferred you unconscious.
Plenty of people out there to help you organise it.
Will you please sit down for five minutes?
Here.
Your dog can do it, why can't you?
I want to see Noel.
Are you sure you're OK?
You told me to relax, so that's what I'm doing.
Well, you're good at it. Thanks.
So what other girls have you brought here?
None.
It's just somewhere I can come and, you know...
chill.
Good place to get away from the family?
Yep, that too.
There we go.
You were saying?
What's up, Bala?
Yeah, but you said...
Yeah.
Yeah. Righto.
Make up your fucking mind.
Marou wants me back in Cairns by tonight.
What for? Ah...
Dad's not doing too well.
He'll probably need a bit of help.
I've got to run. I'm going to be late for work.
Oh, OK.
Ah.
What?
My dumb-arse brothers.
Hey, guys. What's up?
Where you been with him?
None of your business.
We went fishing. You got a problem with that?
Yeah, we do, actually.
You're supposed to see our mum for permission.
What's that got to do with you? It's disrespectful, that's what.
I'm planning to see her, I've just been busy. Chill.
You'll miss out anyway. Mum's got Brent coming up from Melbourne.
Who's Brent?
We hung out together as kids.
He just finished studying to be a doctor. Yeah?
Good-looking bastard, too. See his pecs? Massive.
You look at his pecs? Fuck off.
Hey, I'll see your mum, OK? Give me a chance.
Let's go.
Make sure she's got her hearing aid switched on.
So when's this Brent dickhead coming from Melbourne?
He's not a...
You're jealous, aren't you?
Oh, my God, you are. That is so cute.
When? Day after tomorrow.
Who lined up the job? Who organised the deal?
Babe, you've never done business with these people before.
I agree with Harry. It's too dangerous on your own.
Do agree the deal with the DC shouldn't have been made?
'Cause that's what he reckons.
He's not right in the head, babe. I told you that. He's confused.
You're trying to prove yourself to him, aren't you?
That's why you're doing this. Nah, Lola.
If you can pull off this job, it'll make up for what happened with Noel.
Someone's got to sort out this mess.
Who else is going to do it?
Good.
Go do it.
But don't do it as some sort of penance.
Do it because you're the best person for the job.
How are you? Are you good?
Well.
Putting that moisturiser I sent you on your hands?
Still with us?
You OK?
Are you? Me?
Thousand miles an hour, me.
Are you alright?
Now, you tell me the truth.
We agreed I'd run things from in here while Dad was out of action.
No need. I'm back.
Then why the fuck is Marou going south on a suicide mission?
He's not taking the stuff himself. He's got a...
He keeps doing this.
What?
Marou's got truckies doing the transport.
It's still a fucking stupid idea. Watch your tongue.
We need a new distribution network.
And when the DCs find you?
Fuck the DCs. Our business dealings with them are over.
Well, I can guarantee they're not finished with me.
That's what your protection is for.
They earning their keep?
Yeah.
I'm not leaving you in here, son.
Thanks for coming.
Look at you. God. I can't believe you're walking.
If this lot had their way, I'd still be lying flat on my back
drinking through a straw.
When can I see you alone?
When this is sorted. Sit down.
Right. What can we do?
Harry, Noel has confessed to a serious crime.
I don't see... I want him out of there.
Coffee, love? No, thank you.
What is it you think I can do? He's pleaded guilty.
So he recants. He made the plea under duress.
Right. Then there's the small problem of the evidence.
That would have to disappear.
You can lean on Sutherland, but I don't think he's capable
of having a rocket launcher vanish into thin air. He's done a runner.
If he's got any sense, he's keeping a low profile.
Right. OK.
Why do you think I can get Noel out of jail?
You got him in there, you can get him out.
I did what I was asked to do.
Then you better undo it. Find a way.
OK. That's enough. Let's pick this up later.
Not later. Now.
Sure. OK, I'll think on it.
No, I'll show myself out.
I'm sorry.
How is this Natasha's fault? I never said it was.
I want Noel out as much as you, but the DCs will hunt him down.
Where's he supposed to go? Out of the country.
We'll set him up somewhere where no-one can ever find him.
He's not the only one who needs protection.
They'll be wanting to wipe us all out.
I'm not leaving him in there.
What's this? Your own private party?
Relaxation.
I tried that crap once or twice.
This is different.
This is like flying.
Looking down on everything but being separate from it.
Why don't you try sleeping? That's pretty relaxing.
Here.
No, thanks.
Just stick it in your ear.
Promise me I won't end up with a mountain up my arse.
Shush!
Now, shut your eyes.
- Why did I do it? - I don't exactly know.
I was always fascinated by...
What is it?
You have to do it. Go on. The best time is now.
The moths are attracted to the light,
and the toads gather underneath to catch them.
Hey, these things are deadly.
They eat marsupials, reptiles, birds' eggs.
And if anything eats them, it's instant death from the inside.
OK.
I'm sorry. I know they're ugly, and they're pests and all that,
but I just don't like the idea of killing things.
That's really sweet, but you need this job.
Can't you just try?
You took all the red ones. I just shoved my hand in.
How am I supposed to know what colour I'm getting?
You know, alright.
Why the fuck don't they make the whole bag red and be done with it?
You're assuming, man.
You're assuming, because red's your favourite,
it's the same for anyone. I've seen it.
I took my kid to the doctor to get a wart burned off.
Lolly Joe at the doctor's said you had every colour snake except red.
Now that's solid research.
Yellow. Ask anyone what their favourite flavour is.
Next person you see... ask them.
Open up the back.
Whoa!
You're fucking joking.
Yeah?
They picked up.
Good. Let's get back up the road.
Yes, darling. Soon.
Vince is on his way.
Howard Reeman.
Hi. Hi.
It's me.
I know.
How are you?
Well, I'd be a lot better if I hadn't been harangued.
Sounds reasonable. I'll keep it in mind.
You know...
I've spent the last couple of weeks
not knowing whether my son is going to have a father.
I went to the hospital to see you,
and, well, it was a family affair.
I know.
I know it's not easy for you. It never has been.
No, I'm fine.
We're both fine. I just...
I just want to see you.
You will. When?
Soon.
Listen, there's something I want to talk to you about.
You said that it was Howard Reeman
that the DPP assigned to Noel's case, right?
Yeah. Why? Let's just say we've got friends in common.
And?
I thought I might go and see him, have a little chat.
Hello. One puppaccino for my baby.
See you later, darling.
Howard!
Give. Come on. Give!
Here.
There you are. Harry.
How's Coco? Not bad.
Physio's helping with her back leg.
It's great to see you, anyway.
I heard about your hospitalisation.
You've obviously pulled through alright.
You've been in the papers yourself, I notice.
Commiserations on that Jason Broderick case.
That was bad luck. Yes. Very disappointing.
What happened?
It was an unusual weapon. It had to be outsourced to an expert witness,
a military guy from Brisbane Uni.
Bloody academics, eh?
Wouldn't know if their arse was on fire.
A weapon like a bazooka would have to be outsourced, wouldn't it?
It would have to be classified as unusual.
Possibly.
The thing about academics is, they don't earn a lot.
I'm not quite sure what you're saying, Harry.
What I'm saying is, they can be got at,
if the price was right.
We're going to have to discontinue this conversation, Harry.
Right.
No sign of him.
Bloody fool.
Where's Vince? I have no idea. And Sissi left her phone at home.
Harry'll be fine.
He's got a phone. He'll call if he's in any trouble.
How is he?
Still unsteady on his feet.
What's his memory like? Rose said he seemed a bit confused.
He's just worried about Noel.
Maybe he needs to focus on what's right under his nose.
He's got another son capable of great things if he's given the chance.
Harry's his own man.
He'd like to think so.
But let's face it... you're the one who calls all the shots.
Harry!
I saw the car outside, so I took a punt. Yes.
Andrew's home. Ah.
Coco! It's the walking calculator.
What's with the hat? Special occasion.
Is this the Howard Reeman connection?
This is it. Ah.
I've just made a coffee if you want one.
Doesn't taste the same.
Nothing does since...
Not all the neurons are firing or missing or whatever.
Maybe that's why I spoke to you the way I did.
So how did you go with Reeman?
Didn't bite.
You said you knew him.
Yeah, but it's a tenuous connection.
I'm sure he'd be keen to see you again.
You should give him a call. Yeah? Then what?
Do I just convince him that Noel's been framed?
Just ignore the evidence to the contrary and let him go?
You're smarter than that.
He's a senior barrister.
So?
He picks up his dog's poop like the rest of us.
He's not Jesus Christ, you know.
You offered him a drink, he didn't take it.
Well...
maybe he needs...
greater coercion.
You're good at that.
Oh, Harry.
Natasha, please.
Noel's unravelling in there.
You wish.
What are you doing in here, you honourable fuck-up?
Marou's the fuck-up. Ask him.
They put you up to this.
They're my family. What do you expect?
You have another family, Noel. Us.
Kids forget, Noel. They're not going to remember you.
Where are they?
With my dad. He gave us the spare room.
Look, I could be out of here soon.
Dad's got a contact.
We can go down south, like we said.
Grow macadamias.
Taina drew you a picture.
Who's this?
You.
A bit heavy on the lead, don't you think? I'm not that dark.
Yeah, well, like I said, kids forget.
It's kind of out in the open, isn't it?
It's cool.
Man, we should have some more cover.
I need to have a slash. Not now.
You said that 20 minutes ago. I'm fucking busting.
Just hang on.
Want to drive straight through after this?
We could be back in Cairns by the morning.
What's the rush? I've got some business to deal with.
Floozy business.
I want to speak to her mother.
She might be hard of hearing but she's not deaf.
You think she hasn't heard the stories?
Jesus. Where are these dudes, man?
They'll be here.
I want to have a slash. Do it later.
They're here.
You look familiar. Everyone says that.
I've got that kind of face.
No, serious. I think I know you.
You're 200 bucks short.
Shit, man. I was never any good at math.
Here.
I'm going to piss.
I know who you are.
You're Marou Montebello, North Queensland Cowboys.
My son was crazy about you, man.
I want an autograph.
Get him!
Guys, stop. Stay back.
Stay back!
Go, Gaz. Go, Gaz!
Just a bit of perspex.
It's a frigging hire car. How am I supposed to explain that?
He had a gun to your head.
He was asking for a fucking autograph.
How was I supposed to know?
Come on, you got to admit, it wasn't a bad shot.
You still want to drive through?
No, we're going to have to stop someone and sleep.
I'll drive. I kept a couple of grams to keep us going.
You're joking, right? What?
It wasn't enough that you drove a car through a fucking wall?
I was 17 years old. Why are you dragging that shit up now?
Because nothing's changed.
You're still a fucking kid.
My knees are fucked. My career's over.
My reputation's down the dunny,
and you still want to drive us around shit-faced.
When you pissed off and left me in that car...
You told me to go. Did it enter your thick skull
to take the gear you had in the boot? You told me to get out.
Dad wanted you out. One more DUI and you would have gone down.
You didn't have to go along with it. What are you, a trained dog?
Eh?
Take me to the airport.
I'm getting a plane.
Sometimes psychics can see what lies ahead for a person,
should a particular path be chosen.
Can we warn them? Yes. Should we warn them?
Well, that's our dilemma.
If I see something interesting in someone's future,
of course I want to tell them,
but that doesn't mean they want to hear it.
Frank, step on the gas, mate. I'm in a hurry.
Are you a God-fearing man, Mr Montebello?
Yeah, I do believe in God, yes.
I haven't seen you in church much.
Oh, I've been in Cairns a lot.
I sort of check in down there.
Hey, you're looking good, Mrs Titui.
I mean, for a woman with three grown kids.
Hey, your hearing's not bad either.
I had my kids young. Too young.
That's why I want to protect my Bridget.
Absolutely. Of course.
You have a bad-boy reputation
that young girls are attracted to and mothers don't like.
Yeah, but meeting Bridget has changed all that, Mrs Titui.
I'm not drinking, I'm not doing drugs.
I'm getting involved in the family business, learning the ropes.
Your mama is a woman of faith and of strong views, like me.
My Bridget's a good girl, and I don't want to see her treated
like the other girls in the village.
Blokes make promises, get them pregnant and don't stick around.
I want my Bridget treated with respect.
And that's exactly what she'll get, Mrs Titui, believe me.
I've been looking for you.
Guess what?
Mum's agreed to it. We can see each other.
She says you've got integrity. She loves that word.
What happened to the doctor from Melbourne?
Flunked his final exam. He has to resit.
Don't!
Your hands are filthy.
Put me down!
I do recognise your face. Do you? Oh, right.
That's something at least.
You can hardly blame me,
the number of students that have gone through that law school.
I studied under you when you were senior lecturer.
You were ambitious even then.
I didn't think of myself as exceedingly ambitious.
Enterprising.
Purposeful.
They were heady days.
They were.
That line between lecturer and student got pretty blurry.
It seemed OK at the time,
but in retrospect, that's when you realise the damage it can wreak.
I hope you're not trying to imply that I've got something to hide.
Well, that would depend upon whether hiding became necessary.
I did want to warn you that
a couple of my girlfriends have been cross-referencing.
They can cross-reference all they like.
There's no proof whatsoever.
Problem is, though, mud sticks.
So, when you called me, my love,
you said you wanted some advice.
Yeah. Well, actually, I thought you'd appreciate some from me.
You're going for silk, aren't you?
Mm.
See, if that was me,
I wouldn't want a family like the Montebellos messing things up.
Why would they?
The defendant has already made an admission of guilt.
He's just recanted.
What has this got to do with you?
Just looking after their interests.
The Montebellos, they're a powerful family, as you know.
This is appalling.
It's not as appalling as what they're capable of.
It's an unfortunate double whammy for you.
Possible class action on the one hand,
Montebellos breathing down your neck on the other.
I think you'd better sit back down.
Well done, kid. You're brilliant, you know. Bloody brilliant.
It's not quite done yet.
We can be grateful for some slackness
on behalf of the ballistics experts
who apparently are not in the habit of saving their documents to PDFs.
They can be adjusted?
For accuracy, yeah.
I think we should celebrate. Yes.
I need to... No, no, no. Crap.
Let's get some champagne.
Sit down, for goodness sakes. I'll get it, love.
Um...
one of the flutes is broken.
Actually, I'm sorry, guys. I really do have something on.
Sissi?
These cameras you've got set up in the house...
do they record?
Andrew.
He's your son, isn't he?
I'm going to say.
Kitty!
K...
All there?
500 K.
I'm impressed.
It won't change anything, though, will it?
Fucked up. Price too high.
Isn't that what you said?
Everyone's trying to tell me that you're confused,
but I think you nailed it.
What are you on about?
You.
You go on about family loyalty,
making sacrifices for each other.
When it comes down to Noel, different fucking story.
Not him. He's special.
He's marked for bigger things.
So, you want your brother to rot in jail?
He's out of control. He's better off inside jail.
Don't push it.
Or what?
What are you going to do?
Get out.
Out.
Here's your money.
I've worked out where I went wrong all these years...
doing what I was told.
You demand 100% loyalty and obedience,
but when you get it, you don't respect it.
You piss around, telling us to step up,
pretending we've got an equal shot.
But you've already made up your mind.
I'm over it.
I'm going.
Your wife's the problem, not you.
You picked that girl up in a trailer park, and that's where she belongs.
Lola's stuck by me through everything.
She's got more loyalty than all of you put together.
She's not who you think she is.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means what I said.
Where's Mum?
Wait.
Stay.
Please?
What happened?
You shopped me, you filthy dog.
Paddy's brother is holding a wake, in Belfast.
I thought I might organise a simultaneous one in town.
I'll drink a toast to the old bastard.
Your father's been unfaithful.
It's hard when you realise your parents aren't perfect.
You know how it has to go.
Keep your sticky fingers out of my family.
Lola's done nothing but try to help.
He's an arsehole.
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