All language subtitles for Old School s01e03 Easy Money.eng

(pensive tones)

(race crowd cheering)

(pensive music) ú

- Ted, I'm going
to ask you again,

what were you doing
with Lennie Cahill

outside Rick Duncan's apartment?

- Not blowing him
to kingdom come.

(explosions booming)

- Rick Duncan got
what he deserved.

I didn't stand in
the way of that.

- You know he was my
partner, you bastard.

(crowd cheering)

- Rick was crooked.

He was in on Sterling Nickle.

- You and Rick Duncan
crossed paths an awful lot.

What's the connection?

- Same ballet class.

(soft knocking)

- Rick Duncan's financials were,

better than they
should have been.

(crowd cheering)

- Where'd he keep his money?

- String of investments.

Property, mostly.

Some businesses.

- [Lennie] Gerard Parkins.

- Even had a share in
a racing greyhound.

(crowd cheering)

- Gerard Parkins.

He's a cop, innit he?

Wasn't he on the
Sterling Nickle squad?

- Yeah, but he left the
force a long time ago.

Why?

Why would they want to
talk to him about Rick?

- Because now he
trains greyhounds.

And Rick had a greyhound.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(upbeat music)

* And whatever happened to

* That game we used to play

* Made for two

* And whatever happened to

* That old dance we used to do

* When there was something
in the air that night *

* It was you, alright

* You in disguise

* I could have danced

* Danced

* All night.

- [Announcer] Friday
night at Wentworth Park.

Now getting away very quickly,

Bonza Belle as expected has
gone through on the inside

to take over the lead.

(upbeat electronic rock music)

(women laughing)

Coming up, race six, and
the favorite is High Class,

trained by John Stoyanov.

- There he is.

There's Gerard.

Gerard Parkins.

Looking a bit rough.

- [Lennie] That'd be Rick's
dog, then, Jazzy Boy.

- [Announcer] And I dare
say that the punters

are hoping that High Class
can continue the form.

We haven't seen much of Jazzy
Boy figure at all in finishes.

In fact, we haven't
seen Jazzy Boy

getting near the
lead at any stage.

- Don't think much

of the company you're
keeping these days, Ted.

- Shame about Rick, wasn't it?

- Shitty way to go.

- How long you been
training his dog?

- Couple of years.

- [Ted] I don't
know you were mates.

- Dwyer already put me through
the ringer about this today.

I don't know why
Rick was killed,

but it sure as hell
had nothing to do

with him owning the
back half of a dog.

- Who owned the other half?

- It's a silent partner.

Never saw him,
never spoke to him.

Shame more owners
aren't the same.

- What, do you mean
silent as in anonymous?

- Yeah.

- [Announcer] About to go.

The bunny's on its way.

We're racing.

High Class the favorite,
but getting away well

Bonza Boy and the rank
outsider Jazzy Boy has flown.

The Lid's In The Picket

is making a big
break of it early on.

Trixie Belle goes through on
the inside to take the lead.

Riding second, Jazzy
Boy, High Class is third,

as they come up
towards the bend.

And around the
outside, Jazzy Boy

quickly goes past Trixie Belle.

High Class starting
to motor home

down the outside behind, deep.

And then Arakawa Star.

- [Lennie] For a shithouse
dog, he's found a bit of dash.

- [Announcer] Continuing
this fabulous run

and has opened up a big lead
halfway down the straight,

and Jazzy Boy has won the race.

- Holy crap!

- [Announcer] Arakawa Star

and all the favorites were
outraced and outpaced.

Jazzy Boy, what a win!

(contemplative jazzy music)

(dog whimpering)

- Well done.

- All right mate, I'm
gonna have get off.

Your friend's dog
had a lucky run.

- Yeah, he certainly did.

John Stoyanov, Ted McCabe,
I know who you are.

Your dog was the favorite.

- Interested to see what
that swab says tomorrow.

You don't know where I could
find the owner, do you?

- Rick Duncan.

Didn't you hear?

- Oh, it's very sad,

but he was co-owner in the
dog with a silent partner.

Do you know anything about that?

- Must have been very silent.

That's the first I heard of it.

I'll tell you this
for free, though.

If he or anyone else is
giving that dog a hurry up,

he's gonna be dealing
directly with me,

as well as the authorities.

- Where's Gerard?

- Given us the slip.

Shifty these ex-coppers.

Come on.

(engine rumbling)

(distant horns honking)

(jazzy music)

- [Lennie] Who do you reckon
this silent partner is?

- [Ted] I don't know, but

he's obviously got
something to hide.

- No-one home.

- Well, his car's there.

(door creaking)

Hey, Hey.

Gerard?

Oh, shit.
- Been bashed.

Oh, mate.

(Gerard groaning)

- Listen, uh, get a cushion.

Quick.

Who did this to you?

Did you get a look?

- Jazzy Boy, you
gotta keep him safe.

Hey?
- Ambulance.

- Who is the silent partner?

- 42 Blainey Street, Lockheart.

- The car.

- [Lennie] Why hide
the dog in a car?

- [Ted] Well, clearly,
whoever bashed him

was coming after the dog.

- [Lennie] Silent partner.

- Microchip.
- What?

- All these dogs
are micro chipped

with their owner's details.

You take him to your place

and we'll have him
scanned in the morning.

- I can't do that,
Shannon'll hit the roof.

You're the one with a backyard.

- Well, Margaret
doesn't like dogs.

- Margaret doesn't like anybody.

- She likes lots of
people, just not you.

You've been banned from
the house, by the way.

- Me?

What about the garage?

- Oh, well, didn't
talk specifics.

- Jeez, you can see who wears
the pants in your joint.

- It's not like that.

She's worried about security.

She had a bit of a scare.

- So much for being an ex-cop,

can't even look
after your own place.

- It's not that
kind of a break-in.

- I can give you a
few tips if you like.

- Listen, it was a computer, OK?

Somebody hacked into
our bank accounts.

There's nothing I
could do about it.

Probably some
pimply-faced little prick

on the other side of the country

wearing his pajamas while
he drained our accounts.

Oh, forget about it.

- [Lennie] You owe
me big-time for this.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go, Jazzy Boy.

(pensive music)

(Jazzy Boy whimpering)

- Food isn't free, Lennie.

And you can't just leave
the lights on all night

and take 20-minute showers.

It all costs.

- What about the money in
the jar in the kitchen?

Can't you use that?

- That's my tips, which
I have to spend on rent

now that I've spent a
fortune at the supermarket.

Have a good night.

(door banging)

- Don't worry, I'll sort it out.

- [Shannon] Thanks.

(contemplative music)

Better than being cooped up in
a car or a kennel, isn't it?

Still it's not all beer and
skittles on the outside.

A lot of responsibility.

Checking up on me?

- You might find it
a bit of a surprise,

but I do have a life
outside the parole office.

- Not much of a one.

- I didn't know you had a dog.

- Temporarily.

All that dog food
there looks like shit,

so I thought he might like this.

- Well, you can't give 'em that.

You can't give 'em human food.

- All comes out the same.

- But our metabolisms
are different.

The way the body breaks
down food and changes it.

It happens at different rates.

Different chemical changes
occur in dogs and humans.

- You a dog lover?

- I had a husky.

- Had?

What happened, send it back
to the pound, bad behavior?

- It got run over by a car.

- Oh.

- I've still got his
blanket and all his stuff.

It seems a bit hard
to get rid of it.

Anyway, I'll, see you in a bit.

Don't be late.

- Eh?

- You're my 9:45 this morning.

But you know that, right?

- Yeah, course.

See you then.

(jazzy music)

- [Jason] You didn't tell me
the job was driving you around.

- Hey, you're out in the
sunshine, seeing the sights,

it's a good gig.

- He's not gonna piss
on my seats, is he?

- Good as gold.

- How much you gonna pay me?

- We'll talk details later.

Right now, it's
the parole office.

Hey, Ferret.

You don't have
any, work going on?

I got a few obligations.

- Might.

- Nothing in sales.

Not my bag.

I'm not good
dealing with people.

- Jimmy Marsden's boys
are cooking up a B&E--

- No, a real job, you donkey.

We're in a parole office.

- I thought you meant
like a, you know.

Think you can give me a sample?

It's test day.

- I just handed mine in.

I'm empty.

- Shame.

When's the last time
you went to the toilet?

- Sorry, what?

- Ones or twos?

- I took a leak about
ten minutes ago.

- Oh.

Bugger!

(Ferret sighing)

- Lennie.

Armed rob, 12 years.

You?

Zac.

Got into Westpac, 18 months.

I hacked into their
computer system.

- Hacked?

Like got into the accounts?

- I was just pointing out
weaknesses in the system.

- Would you be able to work
out how someone else did it?

Like if someone's accounts
had been hacked at,

could you find out who did it?

Hey, you got a phone number?

- Cahill.

- Hey, what about
a business card?

I think I could put
you onto something big,

something really important.

- This isn't probably
the best place to...

- Look after the mutt, will ya?

Hey, Rhonda.

We gotta stop meeting like this.

(dig whimpering)

- Come on, boy.

Here, look, have some water.

Have some water.

Drink up.

There you go, that's it.

Good boy.

Yeah.

It's definitely some
kind of malware.

Once it's installed, the
hackers can access anything

on your computer,
and anything you do.

You look up a recipe

and they know what you're
having for dinner that night.

They can even use the
computer's camera to spy on you.

- Really?

- I'll see you later.

- Hang on.

You going out?

What could possibly
be more important

than finding out what's
happened to our life savings?

- Well, this is standard
investigative procedure.

You don't need me here.

- Not much can be done till
we analyze the hard drive.

- Aren't you interested
in any of this?

You gonna be happy
spending our retirement

eating Vegemite sandwiches
and playing bingo?

Because that is all that the
pension is gonna give us.

- Well, no, I don't find that
image particularly attractive,

but I've got an appointment
and it's important.

- Who with?

- A vet.

- A vet?

- Yes, with a vet.

- Oh.

You gonna be able to
find out who did it?

- Oh, these guys are
slippery little bastards.

As fast as we work
out how to track them,

they work out how to dodge us.

It's gonna take a while.

- How long's a while?

- Average time on this
type of case is six months.

- That long?

(jazzy music)

- Very good!

Good dog, eh?

Yeah.

Eh?

Who's a good dog?

Eh?

Who's a good dog?

There you go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Going good.

I think I'm a natural.

- Thanks very much
for your time.

We appreciate it.

As co-executors of
Rick Duncan's will,

we need to document
all his assets.

- Ha, including his dog.

Crazy.

Here we go, owner, Rick Duncan.

- Anyone else come up, then?

- He's the only one here.

But the rest is all screwed up.

See, it says the
dog's name's Jumbo.

And the address is all wrong.

I mean, there's
Zetland, the suburb,

but the rest is just
a bunch of numbers.

- Can I get a printout anyway?

- Yeah.

- For probate.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Must be stressful your job
with all that responsibility.

- It can be, but I love it.

- Yeah?

- What is this?

- Come on.

That's the, swab results
from last night's test.

Guess you want to cut loose
sometimes, though, eh?

Have a bit of fun?

Have a drink?

It says the swab is negative.

- [Woman] What do
you mean by fun?

- Depends, you know,

I wouldn't wanna limit
your imagination.

So the swab was negative,
nothing came up.

- [Woman] That's right.

- Oh.

Can you tell me this,

how does a crap dog win by
a length and not be doped?

- Might have just
been a lucky run.

It happens.

- Or the sample was swapped.

Who else handles it
before they go to the lab?

- At this end, just me.

But the whole process is
overseen by Greyhound Racing

New South Waled.

Plus there are cameras
all over the track, so...

- Well, a swap could occur,

just have to be smart about it.

- I'm sorry, are you
accusing me of something?

- No, he's not doing that.

You're not doing that, are you?

- You do the swabs,
you handle the swabs,

so if a swap occurred,
it would have to be you.

- I think it's time
for you to leave.

(jazzy music)

- [Lennie] Thanks for
cramping my style in there.

- Style?

Mate, you just looked desperate.

And you were flirting
with a suspect.

- I don't think she's got
anything to do with it.

- Anyway, I got what I wanted.

- Lucky you.

- Three digits, a dash
and then 12 more digits.

It's too many for
a phone number.

But Zetland could be useful.

- Yeah, or it just
could be rubbish.

What'd they call him?

Jumbo, hey, Jumbo.

Jumbo.

Jumbo.

Nothing.

- And what do I get?

- It's dried calf's liver.

I don't think
you'd be up for it.

- Let's make it
20 bucks an hour.

- What?

You're driving a car, not a 747.

Hold on.

15.

- Plus petrol money.

- But I expect a few
burnouts for that, alright?

Great.

Now, I want you to take
Jazzy Boy back to my place

and put him in my room
and, for goodness sake,

you do not let
Shannon see him, OK?

Here's the keys.

Right.

Come on.

Who's a good little
fella there, hey?

(door creaking)

- Come on, Jazzy Boy.

Nup.

Stay.

Stay.

(dog whimpering)

- That doggie was off his chops.

- You used the dog's
urine for your drug test?

- I couldn't use
my own, could I?

Listen, whatever it is,

they reckon it kicks
harder than cocaine.

Top-shelf firecracker stuff.

If you've got any more,
I can find you a buyer.

I can find you a
truckload of buyers.

- Nah, mate.

Here, let me get
you a beer for that.

Will that cover it, mate?

- I'll put it down as spillage.

- Thanks, mate.

You don't have to
worry about Gaz.

He's heard everything,
haven't you, mate?

Eh?

Enough to make your hair curl.

- Yeah, I learned to be
very, very forgetful.

Enjoy that, mate.

- Scarin' you Gaz?

So if your vet back
there really is innocent

and the swab is clear,

what does that mean when
Ferret uses the same dog's piss

for his drugs test and it
goes off the Richter scale?

- Thing you're not
taking into account

is that dogs metabolize
things different to humans.

- [Ted] Go on.

- There are things
that will show up

in a human straightaway,

but in a dog, will
take a lot longer.

And that's due to the rate
the metabolism metabolizes.

- You're not as
stupid as you look.

- Thanks.

- Maybe that's why Gerard
was in such a hurry

to get Jazzy Boy off the track.

- Think he'd dope the dog?

- Or knew who did it.

- See, I told you,
that vet was innocent.

- Gerard, you must know
who did this to you.

Why are you protecting them?

- Well, obviously I haven't
got eyes in the back of my head

'cause that's where they hit me.

Where's Jazzy Boy?

- Good of you to be so
concerned about a dog you doped.

What doping?

Swabs were clear.

- Oh, come on.

We know the drug shows up long
after the race is finished.

And anything that
big and powerful

would be worth big bickies to
Rick and his silent partner.

- Gerard, this goes
way beyond dogs.

Rick was into all kinds of shit,

even after the
Sterling Nickle heist.

- Sterling Nickle?

About time you let that
go, isn't it, mate?

- Not after 12 years
in the slammer.

- Yeah, or try getting
shot in the line of duty.

- Come off it, Ted.

I saved you that day.

All right?

You can't lump all that on me.

- What I'm trying to
do here is to warn you.

Rick can't shield you anymore
if you stuff up, he's dead.

So tell us how to get to
this silent partner of his.

- I told you, I've never
seen him, he's never seen me.

All I care about is the dog.

Can I have Jazzy
Boy back, please?

- Yeah, if you dredge
up a name or a place.

Does Zetland mean
anything to you?

- No.

- Your memory seems to be
affected by that thump.

Why don't we give
it another thump

and see if it comes back, eh?

- Hey, hey!
- No, don't, don't.

No, no, no, no.

Listen, give us a call if
you get a blinding flash.

And call soon.

Listen, mate, doping's
only half the story.

The money's in betting.

You follow the money.

What we need to know

is who was in the
betting ring last night.

- How we gonna find out that?

(pensive jazzy music)

- Technically speaking,
it's not actually theft.

It's more like, it's more
like borrowing, you know,

like borrowing something
for a couple of days

and then you give it back.

You know, like at the library,
when you go to the library,

you borrow a book for
a couple of days and,

except maybe this
is more of a library

where you don't
actually give it back,

so, but it's not theft.

- Seriously, do you know
who you're talking to?

(door creaking)

- How's your pal Parkins?

He said much?

- Gerard, no, no.

No, he's not too talkative,
as a matter of fact.

- Ah.

Hey, will you tell him John
Stoyanov sends his best wishes?

It's a sorry business all that.

- It brings the whole
sport into disrepute.

Too late for that, isn't it?

So they say.

- Yeah.

Yeah, they do.

- This is not a public area.

- Sorry, I was just having,
you know, waiting, waiting for,

- Yeah, he's alright, Rod.

I'll vouch for him.

He's a friend of Gerard's.

- It might be better to
find somewhere else to chat.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm off anyway.

- Hooroo, Ted.

- Yeah, OK, John.

Yeah, sorry, mate.

Yeah.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Who let you in?

Checking the computers.

- No-one told me about that.

- Well, they should have.

You've been pretty
badly hacked at.

- That's not possible.

- Certainly is, especially
when you've got,

you know, weaknesses
in the system.

- Can I see some ID?

- Course.

Zac Bagnall, Computer Solutions.

- Bignall.

- Yeah.

- I'll have to check.

- Me too.

(phone chiming)

I'm at the track.

There's no record
of an appointment.

- What are you on about?

- I gotta be in
Parramatta in an hour.

I mean, if they want
this hacking sorted out,

then they've gotta
get stuff to me ASAP.

- Listen, Lennie, just
get out of there now.

We'll think of some other angle.

- Yeah, sure.

It's my boss.

He wants to talk to you.

- Rod Pellow.

- Are you holding
up my employee?

- This is the first I've
heard about hacking.

- It's some kind of, malware.

It's potentially
very, very serious.

- Well, I can't just
let anyone into our--

- We're gonna need everything
from the last two days

on a hard drive.

If he can't do that in
the next five minutes,

I'm gonna have to
reschedule an appointment.

Dunno how long that could take.

- Yeah, but I'm--
- Could be up to a week.

In the meantime, your whole
system could collapse.

OK?

- Well, Oh!

You're gonna have to
give me five minutes.

- Sure.

Card.

- I think it's
gotta be this bloke.

Look, in a 10-minute period,

he places a bet with every
bookmaker on the course.

- Can you get closer?

Oh, that's hopeless.

You can't bloody see
what he looks like.

- [Ted] There's another angle.

- Oh.

I thought that we
spoke about this.

- Marg, when you said he
wasn't allowed in the house,

I thought you meant, the house.

- Margaret, um, I've
got something for you.

This is a friend of mine.

Ted told me about how your
accounts have been hacked.

- You told him?

- Well, this guy's
a hacker himself,

so he could be a hacker tracker.

- We have got Cybercrime
looking after the case.

- No, no, you don't want
to have the cops involved

with this, it's
far too important.

You need an expert, and
this fella, he's an expert.

- Where did you meet someone
who knows about computers?

- Parole office.

- I don't really think
that's a good idea.

- No, you keep it, you know,

just in case you
change your mind.

Hey.

He's a member of Souths Juniors.

See the logo?

- [Ted] That could be useful.

(pensive music)

(slot machines chiming)

- Look, mate, I'd
love to help you out,

but I can't just give out
names of members, I'm sorry.

- But you know who it is?

- He runs the Bunnies,
the fans group.

But I can't tell you any
more than that, sorry.

- He'll be bloody
disappointed, then, won't he?

- Sorry?

- You don't recognize
him, do you?

- Should I?

- Only one of the
greatest lock forwards

to ever lace a boot for this
famous club or for Australia.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't, I didn't recognize.

- There he is there,
in that photo.

Number 8.

Ronnie Coote.

- I'm really, I'm
very sorry, Ronnie.

- You want to sit down, Ronnie?

Eh?

You got a wheelchair, mate?

- Yeah, I could--

- He blew both cartilages when
he scored that winning try

in the '75 finals, didn't ya?

- Let me just, I'll have
to ask my manager, OK?

- Yeah, yeah, you do that.

He'll be mightily impressed

at how little you know about
this famous club you work for.

- I'll get you guys the
details from this computer.

- He'll be thrilled,
meeting a hero like Ronnie.

Ronnie Coote.

- Ronnie Coote's a
bit of a stretch.

- Massive.

Here it is.

Perry Robertson, and
that's his address there.

- Thank you very much.

Much appreciated.

- Thank you, Mr. Coote.

- Good one, mate.

(pensive music)

If this is the bloke
we're looking for,

he must've put his millions
into something else.

What if he's armed?

I don't want me head blown off.

It's a matching set.

- Come on, round the back.

Is that someone smoking dope?

- Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

- Whatever I've
got, you can have.

- You maggot.

- [Man] I'm bleeding!

- You're gonna go down.

Murder, armed robbery.

You're gonna rot in jail.

- Am I bleeding?

Please, I don't know who you are

and I don't know
who you think I am,

but I think you got me
mixed up with someone else.

Please.

- Doesn't feel right.

- [Man] Bloody honey!

- Shut up.

Is this you?

- Yes.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm placing a bet.

- You put two grand on a dog
that should've come last.

That makes you the
number one suspect.

- I was just placing a bet.

It wasn't for me.

That's not illegal.

- Who was it for?

- I don't have to talk to you.

You break in, you threaten
me, I should talk to the cops.

- Oh, that's a good idea.

When they get here,

why don't you explain to
them what that might be?

- Who did you place the bet for?

- I don't know.

- This feels like about,
three years inside to me.

- It's true.

Look, I do it all by text.

I don't see anyone.

I don't talk to anyone.

It's all on my phone.

Look, it's on the table.

I'll show you.

Eh?

See?

That's a code for a job.

If I say OK, then
I go to the track.

There's a system for the money.

- This text is only an hour old.

You text them back,
say you'll do the job.

We're gonna take this over.

- Hang on.

Now, there was gonna be three
grand in that job for me.

- Stay where you are now.

Take the phone, text them back

and tell us how
the system works.

(jazzy music)

- [Man] OK.

OK!

On the race day, I go
to the track early,

and when I get there, I go
through to the food court.

and I sit at the table
second from the corner.

It's the one spot that you
can't be seen by cameras.

And then there's a
sugar bowl on the table,

and inside it, there's a key.

It's the key to a locker.

Inside the locker I go
to is the betting stakes.

After the race, I take my cut.

I put the rest of the
winnings back in the locker

and the key back in the bowl.

- Good work, Jason.

Yeah, looks like
about three grand.

Race 8, number 6,
Trafalgar Prince.

- We don't have to
bet all that, do we?

Can't we just put on a couple
of bucks, split the rest?

- No, we've gotta
play it by the book.

Don't want to scare them off.

Put it through the
bookies, spread it around,

don't just put it with one, OK?

- I'm going for a leak.

I'll see you over here.

- Hi.

$1,000 on Trafalgar.

Thanks.

$1,000 on, hi.

Can I put $1,000
down on Trafalgar?

Thanks.

Shit!

- Give us your car keys.

- You're not driving my car.

You don't have a license.

- You drive, then.

I've gotta duck home
real quick, alright?

It's a half-hour round trip.

You can keep the meter running.

(jazzy music)

Don't look at me like that.

$500 on Trafalgar
Prince on the nose.

- I've just had a young kid here

throwing big money at
the same shithouse dog.

What's up?
- I'm having a punt.

You're refusing my bet?

Good.

- Did you see the
odds on Trafalgar?

- [Ted] Where the
hell have you been?

- Hey?

Ooh!

- OK, here we go.

Trafalgar Prince is green.

- [Announcer] I'll be surprised

if Mr. Bojangles doesn't lead.

Trafalgar Prince the last
dog arriving at the boxes.

And it won't be long
before we see them off

and away in the next.

Bonza Blue will certainly
get out quickly.

- [Ted] Any moment now.

Here they go.
- Here they go.

Down towards the inside,
Mr. Bojangles and Bonza Blue

were the first two into stride

as they come down to the
winning post for the first time

and Mr. Bojangles goes through.

- Come on, Trafalgar Prince!

- [Announcer] As they go
down the back stretch.

- Come on!
- Trafalgar Prince,

which got into a bit
of trouble there.

It's dropped back sharply.

Newtown Rocket's got
up on its inside.

Lightning Rihanna also got--

- Come on, Trafalgar Prince!

- [Announcer] With Lady
Zephyr as they move up.

- Coming last.

- Come on, come on!

- [Announcer] Bonza Blue's
opened up a big lead.

But Mr. Bojangles bounds
through on the home turn

and Mr. Bojangles goes
through to beat Bonza Blue.

Lady Zephyr the next,
followed by Rocket Man.

- No way.

- [Announcer] Lightning
Rihanna and Newtown Rocket,

and the last there across
the line, Trixie Belle,

and Trafalgar Prince, which
got into a lot of trouble.

- You said it'd win.

You said it was a sure
thing, no question.

- Shoulda won.

- Shoulda?

Are you serious?

Shoulda isn't good enough.

- What's the matter with you?

- [Announcer] Basically
winded in the home straight,

and Mr. Bojangles.

- What's that about?

- [Announcer] That's because
it is one, got up on the inside

and came away to win
comfortably in the end,

Bonza Blue second and
Lady Zephyr in the red

coming through to finish
in third position.

- Wait a minute.

You idiot.

Are you cracked or something?

Your bet buggered
the odds on that dog.

Stewards would have seen it,

no-one's gonna dope a dog that
the stewards are watching!

You just stuffed up the sting.

- I just lost $500.

- You had $500?

- Technically, it
wasn't my money.

- Am I gonna get paid?

- Not this week.

- What?

I've already lost one
job because of you.

God, you're a dick!

- He's got you pegged.

- Do you know
what's it like, eh?

To be this close, this
close to a sure thing

and you know you shouldn't go
for it but it's too tempting?

- I know what that's called.

It's called greed!

- Hey.

Hey.

I was in the neighborhood and
thought you might be thirsty.

- For like a test, she'll go
up to the professor and she'll,

like, just dispute
it, like 100%.

- [Vince] What's her problem?

- Oh, my God.

I can't believe this.

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

Give it, give it.

Drop it, let it go.

(Shannon sobbing)

- Hey.

You OK?

(door banging)

- Shit.

Just that someone
was after the dog.

- Mum gave this to me
for my fifth birthday.

It's the only thing
I've got left.

Look at me!

- Just for a couple of days,

so I thought, be
alright in my room.

- I don't wanna know!

It's just too much!

I was gonna talk
to you about that.

I was just borrowing it.

- How am I gonna pay for rent?

- I was on a sure
thing, it was 18-1,

I would've won nine grand.

Would've paid for
the rent for months,

we could've eaten at
the Italian every night.

- When they rang and asked
me if you could stay here,

I didn't say yes straightaway,
I had to think about it.

Do you know why?

'Cause I really wasn't
sure if I could trust you.

Now I know.

(contemplative music)

- I can lend you some
cash if you need it.

- Don't need your
help, Pelagatti.

- Thanks.

I'll pay it back to
you as soon as I can.

- She won't, I will.

- As if.

We're going for a drink.

When I get home, I want
all this cleaned up.

- Shit.

Bad doggie.

(dog whimpering)

(knocking on door)

- Where's the dog?

- You want your dog back?

You can have him.

The next time you
dope him, I want in.

- Come on.

- Hey, Gerard.

I got enough on you to get you

banned from the track for life.

And how's doping gonna look

on your shiny
service record, eh?

Still get your pension
if you're convicted?

- [John] Why don't
you take a seat?

- [Ted] Thanks, John.

Oh, it's a beautiful home.

Dogs have been good to you.

- Yeah.

And they say it's a mug's game.

Hm?

- John, I got a tip

that there was a doping planned
at the course last night.

Trafalgar Prince.

- Sure your information isn't
a little off beam there?

Trafalgar Prince placed last.

- Well, whoever was
gonna dope the dog

pulled the plug at the last
minute when the odds went south.

(phone buzzing)

- Excuse me.

Stoyanov.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, you'd better
come round, then.

Sorry about that, Ted.

Thanks for bringing this
to my attention, but,

supposing you are right,

the doper would have to
be in the starting box.

- That was exactly the same
conclusion that I came to.

- Well, but you'd have no
idea what the odds were doing

from that vantage point.

Except for the giant TV
screens all around the course,

linked to the racing channel.

The TAB odds come up
on them all the time.

And there's nothing
wrong with your eyesight.

I know it was you.

- How is that, Ted?

- Well, it went like
clockwork the first time

with Jazzy Boy, but
then you decided

that lightning really
can strike twice.

And when people get
greedy, they get sloppy.

You were the only person
in the starting boxes

for both races.

Oh, for God's sake!

No, that's not funny!

Not funny at all!

What do you think you're
getting out of this, you pricks?

(knocking on door)

- Where's my dog, Gerard?

- You mean your 50% dog.

He doesn't have Jazzy
Boy anymore, I do.

And here's the deal.

I bring you Jazzy Boy,
you put me on the payroll

and I reckon, oh,

maybe 500 bucks would
be a good down payment.

- Better come inside, eh?

I do admire your
enterprise, but,

what Gerard hasn't told you?

Jazzy Boy's racing
days are over.

We're gonna conduct some
tests on the animal,

see what effects the drug
has had on its innards.

- You mean, biopsy?

- Yeah, more of an autopsy.

- That's why you
were hiding him.

Didn't want to see
him sliced up, eh?

- I never agreed to that part.

I just needed the money.

- You know who
Sterling Nickle is?

- Not one of my dogs.

- I may have to rethink
my business offer.

- [John] Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

At your leisure.

- I know this looks shithouse,

but at least I
learnt two things.

First of all, Stoyanov was
the co-owner of the dog

with Rick, he's
the silent partner.

And second of all,

he's got nothing to do
with Sterling Nickle.

- [Lennie] Yeah, that's a shame.

Still gonna kill us.

- Yeah, it wasn't exactly
how I pictured it.

Lennie, I've been thinking.

Jumbo, the name
on the microchip,

there's a chain of storage
units called Jumbo.

- It said Zetland, didn't it?

Is there one in Zetland?

- Dunno.

We must look that up, if
we ever get out of here.

(jazzy music)

- Another one?

Yeah, sure, mate, same again.

Right.

(dramatic music)

(men grunting)
- Hey!

Agh!

(kicks pounding)
(Lennie grunting)

(kicks pounding)

- Go get John.
- All right.

(dish clanging)

- Don't even think about it!

I mean it!

Agh!

(dish clanging)

- Yeah.

- Look, mate, if you want
to put 'em in a hole,

that's your thing.

I just don't want
any part of it.

- Oh, you're a
part of this, mate,

whether you like it or not.

(dog yipping)

- Was that Lady Zephyr?

- Hey, what's--
(bones crunching)

- Oh, it's for you.

- [Man] Police are
being dispatched.

Five minutes.

- Well, what about Jazzy Boy?

- I'll be looking
after Jazzy Boy.

Now get in the cage.

- Come on, Ted.

- Sorry, mate.

(mellow music)

Mate, no.

You know the rules.

Marg's--
- I looked it up.

There is a Jumbo storage
place in Zetland.

- [Marg] Ted, come here!

- Stay here.

- He's found out how the hackers
have accessed our account.

What?

- Glad I could help.

That's what friends are for.

- Friends?

Exaggeration, Marg.

- Some moron made a document
containing all your numbers.

Your passwords.

Left it right on the desktop.

In terms of security,

that's pretty much like leaving
your front door wide open.

Oh, oh, Ted, I'm so sorry.

- Marg, you are brilliant.

- No, I don't think so.

- The numbers.

The numbers are a code which
he put in the microchip

in the dog so no-one
would ever find it.

A code for...

- Storage unit in Zetland.

- Yes!

Won't be long.

(pensive music)

304, 304, 303.

That's the first three digits.

- Well, hopefully, the other
numbers are the PIN code.

(buttons chiming)

Is that a six?

- No, that is an eight.

(door grinding)

- What do you reckon's in there?

Give us your keys.

You've gotta be kidding.

Books?

- [Ted] Just a
pile of old books.

Well.

(dramatic music)

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