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The game of kings - chess -

transcends culture,

religion, race, politics

and economics.

Doesn't matter what
your circumstances are,

you can enjoy a good
old-fashioned battle

over a chessboard anytime.

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

Could say it's a
high-stakes game.

The highest stakes of all.

This is Abe.

Abe is my boss. I drive for him.

Sounds simple enough.

But it ain't.

You see, Abe is a gangster.

Old-school.

It's all about loyalty
and honour with Abe.

But the thing is, Abe
suffers from DID -

dissociative identity disorder.

Or, in layman's terms,

multiple personalities.

Now, this is Frankie.

Frankie is his own
sort of fuckin' crazy.

Not crazy like Abe crazy,

just... sociopath crazy.

You see, Frankie
used to work for Abe

until he decided
to do his own thing.

Abe and Frankie have
been at each other ever since.

The media call it a gang war.

Abe calls it a problem.

And Frankie?

Frankie calls it business.

Abe has been good to me.

Like a father figure.

A mentor.

And a mate, faults and all.

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

and not a good one.

More like a fuckin' nightmare.

None of this feels
real. But here I am.

..electronically recorded
record of interview.

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

Ben Michael Carter.

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

- Benny.
- Benny.

And you understand
why you're here?

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

that occurred at the
Lucky Saints Bar.

Can you tell me what happened
before police became involved?

From which part?

Let's rewind.

The day started
like every other day.

Wake up, you
sleepyhead! Wake up!

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

- You gotta get out of bed.
- Mia!

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

- Wake up, wake up!
- Mia...

..you just...

..woke up Tickle Frankenstein!

No!

Tickle Frankenstein!

Mia, go and get
ready for school.

And, Abe, stop stirring her up.

Go get dressed.

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

and get her ready for school.

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

Tickle Frankenstein...

Hey, Your Honour, come here.

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

Mmm. You always do.

- Mm-mm.
- Come on.

Mm-mm. Uh-uh.

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

There's things to do.

Yep.

Morning, Princess.

Smells awesome.

Hey, don't forget
we've got dinner

on Friday night with
Michelle and Ryan.

Friday? Mmm...

I'm just playing with you.

I love hanging out with
your sister and Brian.

I can see that.

And it's Ryan, not Brian.

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

Friday?

Friday. Locked it in.

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

Abe?

Fine by me.

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

- and sort something out.
- Yay!

But you have to do
your homework first.

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

- Coffee, honey?
- No, thanks.

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

OK, you be good and all that,

but you are missing out
on the Abe special brew.

Special brew?
It's instant coffee.

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

Milk first, and stir.

Your facetiousness
will not sway me

from my mission to
make a world-class coffee.

You're so full of it.

It's instant!

You know we have a
thousand-dollar machine there?

- You should try it.
- Yeah, yeah.

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

I'm making him a coffee.

At least he will appreciate it.

Poor Benny.

He has to like it -
he works for you.

Mm-hm, yeah, very funny.

He will tell me the truth.

You'll see.

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

You know, honey,
some days just...

..feel special, and
today feels that way.

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

Nah, nah, I just...

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

..that feeling of a
change in the air.

Feels like a good day.

You be good at school.

Learn heaps.

See you later tonight.

What are we doing for dinner?

I'll grab something
on the way home.

Something special.

Something healthy.

Hey.

Love you, Princess.

Love you too, Daddy.

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

..you would consider
to be illegal activity?

You know, he...

..he was good at hiding...

..everything from me.

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

..I saw nothing,
I heard nothing.

That was...

..that was Abe.

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

Now, that was a fuckin' lie.

I knew everything about Abe.

The only thing I didn't know

was his state of
mind that morning.

Nah, nah, finish your smoke.

Thanks, boss.

My pleasure, young Benjamin.

You want one?

Not here.

- Sofe'll kill me.
- Mm.

Sofe.

Sofe left a few years ago.

Clearly off his meds.

Well?

Well?

- The coffee.
- Oh! Mm.

Pretty bloody good!

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

Yeah! That's good!

Yeah, that's what
I said to Sofe.

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

and you would tell
me the truth, yeah?

100.

Yeah, that's good. Mmm.

For instant coffee.

Fuck you, instant coffee!

What?

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

Fuck!

Instant fuckin' coffee...

Fuck...

Every day was the same routine.

And today felt no different.

Cops were like clockwork.

It was always a bit
of cat-and-mouse

with the boys in blue.

..formal operation in progress

in North Sector 26...

Morning, cocksuckers.

Keep on 'em,
Wannie. Keep on 'em.

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

Glovebox.

New burner.

Burners were how Abe talks
to his different personalities.

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

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

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

- A big day.
- Alright.

Just lose those clowns.

Yep, once we hit the traffic.

Keep on 'em.

Go!

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

Fuckin' hell! Urgh!

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

And that is why
you are my driver.

Thanks, boss.

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

but well worth it.

Fuck 'em.

So, what's the plan?

The plan is already happening.

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

to what's happening around you.

A reflex.

Everything's changing, Benny.

This Frankie situation...

I've got to adapt.

It's like a game of chess.

Someone does that
move and takes a rook,

so you do this move
and take a knight.

The trick is not to
expose your queen...

..or fuck the king.

And tonight Frankie will
know who the real king is.

It's about getting
that shit done.

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

Come on, Benny.

I think you can do
better than that, mate.

We did stop at a
building on Fison.

Who lives there at this
meeting place, Benny?

No, no idea.

- No idea?
- No idea.

I'd never been there before.

Well, that was bullshit.

We'd been there
plenty of times before.

It was just another
part of the process.

And this is Kane -

Abe's most
dangerous personality.

The fighter and the fixer.

The killer.

This was his darkness.

The closest personality to him.

The part of himself he
could always rely on.

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

But Kane...

..Kane was created
for this world.

A tailor-made savage.

- Fison Ave?
- Just a tick.

I gotta deal with
this finance fucker.

Meet Richard. Another
one of his personalities.

The part that does
all the finances.

Washes the cash, turns it legal.

Every successful crime
boss needs a Richard.

Can you believe this guy?

Ignoring me for over a week now.

Thinks he's above me.

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

Or he's both.

The problem is, Richard
wasn't answering Abe.

Richard had gone rogue.

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

To Abe, these
personalities were as real

as the person
sittin' next to you.

I fuckin' bankroll this maggot

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

just flush me
like a fuckin' turd!

You want me to chat to him?

As if that'd ever happen.

Nah, it's well
beyond that, Benny.

Well beyond chatting.

- Boss.
- Stano.

Meet us for a catch-up.

No problem.

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

How long?

- 15.
- 15.

- Alright, see you there.
- Righto.

Some days, Benny, you
just gotta show these pricks

who's holding the aces.

No more fuckin' around
with these clowns.

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

Hostility attracts hostility.

What the fuck?!

Kane was Abe's way

of dealing with
that hostile world.

That's where Abe was different.

He manifested them
to suit his needs.

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

The natural born killer.

Disconnected from society.

Did his job, no questions asked.

100% reliable.

No conscience, no
moral compass, no guilt.

He just did what was needed.

The perfect soldier.

The funny thing is that
10 degrees of separation

was a lot closer
than I ever thought.

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

from the real world.

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

To be honest, at this point,

I had no idea how
dangerous he really was.

I fuckin' told that cunt, bro,

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

I'm gonna fuckin' stab him.

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

Fuck you lookin' at, dog?

Those things are gonna kill you.

Everything'll kill
ya nowadays, mate.

I like my poison.

Abe lived a fantasy life

through Kane's
world of violence.

It was all just a
beautiful violent illusion

playing out in his mind.

Abe would say, in this business,

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

then there's only
one way to fix it.

You have to be a monster.

A true fuckin' monster.

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

but the address was real,

and so were the
people who lived there.

- Hey, handsome.
- Hey, Tracey.

Always looking good.

OK.

I think Kane was becoming
harder for him to control.

Maybe even he
had his own demons.

Knock twice, slip
it under the door.

No problem, boss.

What was in the envelope?

No idea, mate.

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

Could've been a letter or cash.

And why would you say cash?

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

..you know...

..it could've been cash.

I knew exactly what
was in that envelope,

and it wasn't cash.

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

Like a good little
soldier, he played his part.

Even the most
hardened hearts feel guilt.

Can be a heavy burden.

Eventually breaks you
down, those inner thoughts.

And inner demons.

They come creeping
back to haunt you.

Always there.

Police are no closer to solving

these gangland
execution-style murders

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

and the north-side syndicate.

There is a real
concern from police

that this growing turf war

could see an increase
in these murders...

We all have choices.

Sometimes those choices
are more personal than others.

Plan?

Give us a second.

Don't answer it.

Don't listen to
him. Take the call.

Shut up.

Don't.

Just let it ring out.

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

Yeah?

You got what you need.

Job needs to be done
in the next 24 hours.

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

He still has a choice.

I think he's made his choice.

He had a choice with all of us.

We all made choices
to be where we are.

Yeah, and you
chose to skim off Abe.

And you were such a saint!

Hey, it was just business.

Oh, business. You
hear that? Business.

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

We all got a bullet in the head.

I wished I'd seen it coming.

Hey. How was your run?

Powered, baby! Whew! Powered.

Richard was a
special sort of monster.

He'd decided he was
the dominant personality

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

Ah...

Abe would never
allow that to happen.

Fuck... off!

You are not gonna ruin tonight.

Who's ruining tonight?

Don't worry about it, baby.

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

But no-one...

..is gonna ruin tonight.

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

It's good. OK.

And how's good down here?

- My back hurts.
- Oh, back hurts?

- Mm.
- Yeah?

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

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

- You been kicking Mummy?
- Yes.

Alright, I'm gonna
take a quick shower.

OK.

Baby, get any more shampoo?

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

Fuckin' hell.

Fuckin' stud.

Ah, babe, looks amazing.

My wallet. Do you
know where my wallet is?

On the side table
in the bedroom.

Mmm.

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

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

You need to rest.

Thanks, babe.

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

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah?

I love you.

Love you.

OK.

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

Tomorrow, you and I,

we celebrate, just us.

- OK?
- Of course.

Of course.

OK.

The wheels were in motion.

We were all on
a collision course.

Call it fate, if you
believe in fate.

As Abe put it, the
plan was in motion,

like a psychotic fucking
opera playing out.

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

Who would you like to call?

Call Lollipop.

Calling Lollipop mobile.

Hi, babe.

Hey, gorgeous.

You, uh, you ready
for tonight, yeah?

I've been thinking
about it all day.

My body is just
tingling thinking about it.

OK, don't do that.

Don't do that.

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

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

Oh, I want your body now.

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

Who would you like to call?

Please call Kelly.

Calling Kelly mobile.

Hi. Kelly here.

Please leave a message.

Babe, can you
please call me back?

Bastard. You fucking bastard!

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

Nothing.

Nothing, OK. Describe
nothing for me.

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

Yeah.

..dripping wet.

You're like this.
Alright, alright.

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

- Yeah?
- I can do this in 20.

I want your body now.

I know, I know, I know. OK.

Um, you know what?

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

- Shit!
- What? What's up?

It's Pam calling me.

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

I feel sort of guilty, you know?

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

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

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

Do you think she
suspects anything?

No. Not in a million years.

She has no idea what's going on.

Just...

I...

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

I will deal with her

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

and we will not have to worry

about her fuckin'
bullshit ever again.

- Just...
- I know.

It just hurts not
being together.

- And-and...
- Hurry up.

..20 minutes.

Who would you like to call?

Please call Kelly.

Calling Kelly mobile.

She's ringing me again.

Should I take the call
and just call you back?

Take the call, find
out what she wants,

don't say anything...

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

- Get back to me.
- OK, babe.

Yeah, Richard speaking.

Hi, babe. What's up?

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

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

- You're following Richard?
- Yes.

My mind is going, like,

a million miles
an hour right now.

OK, slow down.

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

I think Richard's
having an affair.

- With who?
- I don't know!

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

Lollipop?

I saw this message
on his phone tonight.

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

I doubt he's having an affair.

How could he do this to me?

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

Wait a second, he's turning.

- Just one second.
- Where?

Yeah, he's turning
into this carpark.

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

OK?

- Hi.
- Hey. How'd it go?

She knows you're
having an affair.

No way. She's got no idea.

She's following you.

You... you're at a carpark.

Richard...

Hello?

Babe.

How much?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

Can I get a cigarette?

Sorry, mate, I don't smoke.

Knock yourself out, mate.

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

Ironic, eh?

Thank you.

You're right, mate.

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

- Is that right?
- Correct. Yep.

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

Benny.

- Boss man.
- Winks.

How we going for time?

Frankie should be
here in about 30.

Mm.

Today's a good day.

A good day.

Time's ticking, mate.

He, uh...

He asked me to go
in when we arrive,

which never happens.

I thought it was kinda nice,

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

Another lie.

So we went in.

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

And, uh...

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

Why shoot yourself
in the foot, mate?

Frankie's here.

Today's a good day.

Let's make history today.

Let him in.

Sofia here.

Hello?

Hello?

I know you're there.

Ready?

For the meeting, you
know. Just got ready.

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

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

Come on. Can't read your mind.

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

Who's Frankie and Tony T?

Come on.

- OK, mate...
- Fuckin' hell.

You know Frankie, mate.
Everyone knows Frankie.

Do we? Alright.

You would know him
better than I would.

These guys knew exactly
who Frankie and Tony T were.

And how was everybody's moods

when all these
people came together?

What was the atmosphere like?

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

Now that was a fuckin' lie.

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

Knock, knock!

Who's fuckin' there?

Ha-ha-ha.

What up, you fat fuck, Stan?

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

- Ha-ha.
- Hey?

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

Abe's waitin'.

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

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

Always be a fat fuck, Stanley.

Frankie, Frankie. Welcome.

What up, Abe?

Benny. Long time.

- Huh.
- Long time.

Come on. Shalom,
shalom, brother.

Shalom.

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

He smells real fuckin' good.

Oh, nice place. Yeah.

Love what we done with it.

Mi casa, su casa.

It means 'my house
is your house'.

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

Yeah, take a seat.

Benny, get us a
couple of bourbons.

Tony, you're welcome
to have a drink.

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

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

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

Fuck your father.

You think we give a fuck
what your father thinks?

Get Tony a cranberry juice.

- Shit, son.
- Get fucked.

Salud.

L'chaim...

..old man.

What, you play
chess or somethin'?

Yeah. You?

I ain't just good-lookin', man.

I love a game.

I'm like Bobby Fisher, man.

Two moves ahead. You feel me?

Grandmaster!

- Shall we?
- Fuck yeah, homie.

- Now...
- This fool.

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

..you can start.

What are we playing for?

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

I don't want this
fuckin' shithole.

How about the winner lives...

..the loser dies?

Fuck you, old man.

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

That's fuckin... ..punk.

Fuck, you for real, old man?

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

Fuck this shit, man.

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

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

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

Fuck.

You fuckin' for real?

You gonna do us like that?

- Fuck is this?
- A fuckin' game?

For our life?

You're fuckin'
crazier than I thought.

Seriously?

The winner... of the
chess game lives?

I'm being 100% honest with you.

That was the deal.

Chess. As in king,
queen, checkmate?

Yes. Yep.

It was like...

..Deer Hunter, Russian roulette,

just with a fuckin' chess set.

What was Frank's
reaction to that?

What do you think?

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

Yeah.

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

without no backup, bitch.

An insurance policy?

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

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

Tell me about your
insurance policy.

I'll tell you about it.

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

Mmm! She ain't bad, son.

And that little
daughter of yours?

Yeah, one phone
call. Them first.

You want to play this game?

I said, do you want
to play this game?

- Clever.
- Yeah.

Your fuckin' family.

You could feel
something bad was comin'.

What, cat got your tongue, cunt?

Not so fuckin'
smart now, are ya?

My family's first?

Yeah.

Your fuckin' white
bread yummy mummy.

And that little daughter
of yours. Mia, right?

One phone call, fool.

Yeah.

Your family first.

And then all you fuckin' dogs.

I ain't playing.

Go ahead.

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

I ain't fuckin' playing, dog.

Make the fuckin' call, man.

Put it on speaker.

Boss, are we red or green?

Yeah... I reckon green.

We good to go?

Don't hang up.

Yeah, everything's rosy.

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

Yeah, we're good to go.

Boss, it's weird.

What? What's weird?

The joint. It's...

The joint's fuckin' what?

It's fuckin' empty.

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

As in there's no furniture,

no people, no nothing.

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

It's like nobody
fuckin' lives here.

It's just a box.

Yeah, like a shoebox.

What's in the box?

Fuck.

Oi!

Fuck you.

Boom.

Come on, man.

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

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

I wish he was.

I'm intrigued, Benny.
What happened next?

You threatened my family, cunt.

My family.

That's what you said.

I was playing, man.

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

but shit happens.

But I am a man of my word.

Like I said...

..the winner lives...

..and the loser dies.

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

Give me a fuckin' drink.

Fuck, man.

I said, get me a fuckin' drink!

Fuck!

Thanks, Benny.

Just fuckin' leave the bottle.

I said fuckin' leave the bottle.

- OK.
- Alright?

Winner lives, loser dies.

Winner lives, loser dies.

- You got this, man.
- Fuck off.

OK.

Frankie.

Fuck.

You're good, Frankie.

You are good.

Aren't ya?

Hmm?

OK.

This was the moment

I knew 100% he was off his meds.

Fuck.

You're going to
lose. You always lose.

- Don't fuck the king.
- You always lose.

You can't lose.

You've never lost.

Checkmate.

Fuck yeah!

South-side!

Ah-ha, bitch!

Fuck yeah!

In your motherfuckin' face.

Frankie won the game.

Frankie won the game?

Yeah, he fuckin'
won, fair and square.

It was a helluva
game. Helluva game.

It was also the tipping point,

pushing Abe over the edge.

Suck on that!

Come on. You've lost everything.

I've never lost.

- There's nothing left.
- Fuck yeah!

Kill them all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...!

Ah, fuck me.

What happened?

Abe shot Tony.

Abe shot Tony T?

Ah...

He just...

..pulled the gun on him and...

..shot him in the head.

Agh! Agh! I won, Abe!

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

Poor old Tony.

Eye for an eye for an eye, cunt!

Frankie, today's
a good day to die.

You see, we are all monsters.

Parasites. Pariahs.

Leeches on society.

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

You, me, Tony,

Stan here, Benny boy, Winks,

even fuckin' Joe behind the bar.

We are all monsters.

Stan...

..how many people
have you fucked up?

How many fuckin' people?!

I don't know, boss. A few!

Frankie, how many
people had Tony fucked up?

Dunno?

And you, Frankie.

How many lives have
you fucked up directly

or indirectly?

Huh?

How many?

I dunno.

You don't know.

Well, I'd say a lot. Agreed?

Probably not from
your hand personally

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

Benny.

We're all monsters.

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

And you know why?

Because I know who and what I am

and what I need to become.

A fuckin' monster!

God!

Fuck you!

Agh! Agh!

It was like the switch
in his head had flicked.

Agh! Urgh!

And just like that,
Abe was gone.

And what was left -

his psychopath, his monster.

Today's a good
day to die, Frank.

Shh.

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

but I knew exactly who this was.

Kane.

We're all monsters, Benny boy.

The difference is...

..I know what a monster I am.

Do you, Benny?

Hey?

Do ya, kid?

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

That was a fuckin'
understatement.

Today...

..is a good day to die.

Stan here, he's a good soldier.

He's also a monster.

Like every other
fuckin' dog in this joint!

Don't fuck the king.

You, Benny boy...

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

You drive me around,

you tolerate our bullshit...

..but are you a monster like us?

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

..where you choose
right or wrong.

You choose good over
evil or evil over good.

I know which way I choose.

You grab that gun.

Grab the gun.

Grab the fuckin' gun!

I'll show you something.

He, um...

He made me point the gun at him.

Did you?

I did.

He didn't give me a choice.

Everyone's got a choice, Benny.

He didn't give me
a fuckin' choice.

What happened next?

Today is a good
day to die, Benny.

Now, cock that gun.

Cock that gun
and point it at me.

Point it at me.

Right fuckin' now!

Good boy.

Now, you can die a martyr

or a monster.

The choice is yours.

Now, I will count to three.

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

..decision will be
made for both of us.

- Come on.
- OK?

One...

..two...

Come on, Benny,

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

I killed him, mate. I shot him.

I fuckin' killed him.

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

It wasn't him. It
was someone else!

And he wasn't there!

And I shot him.

Something.

Not Abe! Not my mate!

Right?

He didn't give me...

I mean, was any of it real?

It was all real to him.

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

He couldn't control
them anymore.

Took him to places
so fuckin' dark.

Fucking arsehole.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

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

Maybe sometimes
you just don't want to.

The real scary thing was...

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

he knew exactly
what he was doing.

He created it all.

It was all in his twisted mind.

We lived in his nightmare.

And we all went
along for the ride.

Something happened to
Abe. He went somewhere.

His fuckin' brain
just flicked off and...

..and he came back
as a different person.

He was out of his mind.

He starts fuckin'
ranting and raving

about how everyone's evil,

there's all this shit
wrong with society

and he's evil and Frankie's evil

and we're all fuckin' evil.

The one thing he
was right about...

..is that we are all monsters.

But I was just his driver.

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