All language subtitles for Irreverent.S01E06.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

- This is Bryan Mills.
Now it's your turn to talk.

[voice mail beeps]
- Mackenzie,

pick up your goddamn phone.
It's urgent.

Call me.

* *

[screams]

* *

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, it's Lewis.
Leave a message.

[voice mail beeps]

- Hey, man.

Listen,
I'm sorry to call you again,

but I've got good news,
all right?

I need you to get Paige moving
on the passport and cards now.

I found a way to get
the money together

without even leaving town.

All I need is
a few more weeks,

and I'm gonna have all of it.

Nobody knows what they're
doing around here.

So listen, go ahead
and tell Paige to get moving,

'cause this is a done deal.

All right.
I miss you, brother.

I'm gonna see you soon.

* *

[cheery vocal music]

* *

[knock on door]

- Heyo.

- There better be a few hundred
chop-chop dollars with this.

- Uh, any minute now.
- Agnes is late.

- Well, Agnes is a crook.

- Do you really believe how
much she says she's making?

- No.

- Maybe you need to dig
a little deeper.

- Okay, Nancy Drew.
Anyway, need anything else?

- Yeah, no.

- What?

- Yeah, no.

- Which means yeah?

- No.
[sighs]

- That's it.
I'm calling the doctor.

- I'm fine.

- Really?
Because--

- I've been to the doctor
at Paradise Cove a bunch.

- And what did they say?

- He says it's just my period.

- But you don't think so.

- Hey, Rev?

Hello?

[knock at door]
- I'll be right back.

Hey there, uh, Aidan.

Not a great time, man.

- Just two minutes, Rev?

Look.
- What?

- I'm really sorry.
- About what?

- Your wife, mate.

- Oh!
Yeah, right, thanks.

Is that it?

- I realize the horrible timing
of this,

and if you wanna talk about it
some other time,

I completely understand.

- No, what's up?

Uh, we're getting married,
Pipes and I.

- Yeah, I know.
Congratulations.

- Thank you, thanks.
And I wanna do it right.

You know, build my house
on the rock and not the sand.

- I'm sure you will.
- And obviously, we'll get you

to do the actual wedding.

But we wanna do some of those
premarital sessions too.

- Uh, what?
- You know, have the talks,

get things in the right order,
all that kind of stuff.

I mean, you do do those, right?

- Of course.
But, well, um,

have a seat, will you?

- Let's start.
Great.

- Absolutely.

The important thing
to remember, Aidan,

is not to rush it.

Marriage is
a really, really big deal,

and I don't know if you
know this, but most marriages--

they end in divorce
or adultery.

[quirky music]

- Sure,
but we're pretty solid, Rev.

- No, I hear you.
I do.

And I'm not saying
that you're wrong, per se.

Uh, I'm just saying that,
um, marriage, statistically,

is, uh--

well, it's a bad idea.

* *

- Maybe.

But I love her, Rev.

So I'm all in on my bad idea.

- [chuckles]
- All right, I'll get

out of your hair.
Thank you so much,

and I will see you
when I'm looking at you.

- Absolutely.
- Thanks again.

- See ya.

* *

Great.
Even for a crook,

this is ridiculous.

Not coming to us,
I'm going to her.

[rhythmic knocking on door]

* *

- Hi.
Package for the poor.

- Yeah, thanks, partner.

Hey, hold on.

This is light.

In fact, it's very light.
- Oh, is it?

Oh, well, I'll give you
the other half next week.

- No, no, no, no.
I don't think you understand

how this works.
- Oh, I do, padre.

I just don't have it right now,
okay?

- Right, so let me
get this straight.

You store and pack
tobacco for 17 farmers?

You sell
to a consortium in the city,

and you can't come up
with a measly couple of grand?

- Well, I'm glad you can wrap

your little American brain
around it.

- I'm just having trouble
with the math.

- Oh, shall I get
a piece of paper

and a couple
of colored Crayons, maybe?

- Do I look like I'm joking?

The price of tobacco
is going up.

- Yeah, and our money's
going down.

- Mm, now I see.
You're letting yourself

get screwed.
- Now, that's none of your

flaming business, padre.

- If you can't pay me,
it becomes my flaming business.

- Oh, yeah?

So what are you
gonna do about it, padre?

- I'm gonna go down
to your farm and--

uh, where's my hearse?

[western music]

- Whoo!

* *

[cows mooing]

* *

Whoo!

Whoo!

* *

- * I'm walking in Memphis *

* *

- * And I said *

* *

Oh!

[horn honks]

* *

- Morning, Pete!

See ya.
- Cam!

[tires squeal]

- You little...

* *

[walkie-talkie beeps]
- Piper to Rahane, over.

- Oy.

- I've got something.

- What?
- Piper!

Piper!

- I'll call you back, boss.
- It's--

It's Cameron again!
He's gone too far this time.

- What is it?
- He's--he's stolen

the church hearse.
That boy's the devil incarnate!

You better arrest him
this time.

You better arrest him
this time.

- Location, Peter?

* *

- Hey, fellas.
- Oy, Mar--

- Shut up, James.

Right, plants come up here,
go in there to dry.

What else you wanna know?

- Everything.
Walk me through.

So the front is totally legit?
You actually do farm fish?

- Yeah, a few.

- But not the tobacco--

at least, not yourselves?

- No, just dry and transport.

- Where are the farms?
- Everywhere.

- I haven't seen any.

- Yeah, well,
they're well-hidden and small.

- Put 'em together,
and you get volume.

- Yep.
We rotate the stock

through in batches.

- Cops don't come looking?

- Nah, not the real ones--

too far away from the met.

You see,
perfect growing weather

and away from prying eyes.

- What do you do for transport?

- Just a truck.
All our eggs in one basket.

- Farmers' fees?

- Commission on
the percentage of volume.

It's pretty straightforward.

- And what about labor costs?

- Oh, it's just the price
of feeding these two

bullock-shorn giants
out here.

- I like what I see, Agnes.

And you're not running
a tobacco farm.

You're operating a network.

You're really in
the driver's seat here.

- What does that mean?

- It means
that you can get a better deal.

It means you need
to raise your prices.

- Yeah, my prices were plenty
until you came along

and started charging me rent.
- [chuckles]

Here's how this works--

they need your product,
because people are always gonna

want cheaper cigarettes.
That's called "demand."

But what you have here,
they can't do anywhere else.

That means that you
have cornered a market.

So what we're gonna do is hold
it all back until they come

to the negotiating table,

and that is called
"choking supply."

- Hey, you don't wanna rock

the boat with these people,
Rev.

Believe me.
- So the problem, partner,

is that your boat's got a leak,
and it's sinking.

What time is Benny due
at the church for pickup?

- 5:00.
- Today?

- Set your watch, boy.
- Great.

- But if you send Benny
away from the church,

with an empty truck,
people will come.

- I'm countin' on it.

* *

[suspicious music]

* *

- [sighs]

* *

- [whispers] I can do this.

I can do this.

* *

Charmaine?

- Hey.

- What can I do for you?

- You look amazing.

Y-you look fit.

- [speaks French]

- Bonjour.
- It take it you'll enjoy

pinot noir this afternoon?
- Thank you, Jean-Luc.

Let's do the '83,
though, today.

- And for your guest?

- Oh, uh,
do you have chardonnay?

- You'd like
the chardonnay menu?

- Start her off with the

Domaine Roulot Bourgogne Blanc
1990.

- Monsieur Mills.

- Darling, wow.
[chuckles]

- What, a guy
can't like grapes?

- Well, I mean, it's a bit
of a departure from camping

at Lake Michigan,
drinking Communion wine.

[romantic piano playing]

Listen, darling,
I made a mistake.

I don't expect you
to take me back much,

not after what I did.

All I ask is that
you find somewhere

in your big, generous heart.

Dear, why, ever since you left,

I've been so lonely.

- Lonely?

With Greg?

- You don't understand
what it's like to be lonely.

You've always had
your congregation.

Your life has been
surrounded by people,

but mine hasn't.

I--I--

I don't need an answer
now or anything,

but if you could just
give it some thought.

- Give what some thought?
- Me?

Us?
[chuckles]

Second chance?

- Charmaine, you left me

at an airport
with divorce papers.

Can you comprehend
how coldhearted that was?

You broke my heart.

Char, you broke my heart.

And now you just wanna come in
here, we'll have some wine,

and you think everything's
just gonna be okay?

- No, no, no, no.
Of course not.

I--

I just came here to talk.
[chuckles]

Don't you wanna talk?

[suspenseful music]

* *

- We can talk.

* *

- Well then,

why don't we order a bottle?

[easygoing music]

* *

- Forgive me
if I don't stay for scones.

- Understood.

* *

See ya.
[car door closes]

- Hooroo.

* *

- Hey there.

- What are you doing with her?

- Uh, the Lord works
in mysterious ways.

- Hmm.

Don't suppose you know
where your vehicle is,

do you, Reverend?

- I was hoping
that you could enlighten me.

* *

- [laughing]

* *

- Cameron?

Really?

- Cameron, really.

- Well, look, I'm not gonna
press charges or anything.

I mean, honestly,
I don't even care.

- That's not how it works
around here, Chicago.

- But you're sure
that it's him?

- Cameron steals cars
all the time,

takes 'em for a spin, fixes
them up, and puts 'em back.

- He puts them back?

- It's slightly annoying
if you're about to drive

to the airport.

But most of the time,
they come back with a polish

and a full service.

- Then what is the problem?

- Peter reported it.

Technically, it is theft,
and technically, I'm a cop.

So...
- Yeah.

- What did Agnes want?

- Yeah,
I'm not telling you that.

- I'm a police officer.
- I'm a reverend.

- But you have to report things
if they're illegal, right?

- Hmm, kind of a grey area.

- [scoffs]

- So the party the other night
was pretty fun, huh?

- What?

- You know, the party
where you got engaged?

- Yeah, I know.
It's the best night of my life.

- Good.

- It is good.
- Yeah.

- I'm excited.

- Great.

You can bring
all that excitement

to the sessions.
- Sessions?

- The premarital sessions.
Aidan came to see me about 'em.

- He what?

- Yeah.

Oh, there he is.

* *

[tires squeal]

* *

[police sirens wailing]
What are you doing?

* *

- Oh...

- What the hell, Cameron?

- You spooked him.
Turn it off.

- No.
- He's gonna keep running.

* *

- Wow, he can drive.

- Pull over.
Cameron, pull over.

- He can't hear you.

* *

Oh.

* *

Whoa.
Whoa!

- Hang on.

* *

- Oh, he stopped.
He stopped.

He stopped.
Oh, he stopped!

Let's go.

[tire spinning]

- Oh...

- Get out of the car, Cam.
Quit it!

- You gonna do something?
- I'm waiting him out.

- That's your plan?
- Have you got a better one?

- [sighs]

Just give me two minutes.

- Stay in the car.
- Nope.

Two minutes.

Ah, geez.
Hey, Cam,

take your foot off the gas!

- All right, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

- Yeah, stop.

Look, I'm gonna get in there
with you, all right?

- Y-yeah.

Hi.
- Hey, buddy.

- Hi.
Reverend, am I screwed?

- Well--
- I'm screwed.

I'm screwed.

- Yeah, maybe a little.

- [sighs]
Okay.

Look, I wanted to surprise you.
- Yeah, no, you did that.

But the problem is--is that you
also surprised Peter and Piper,

who is technically a cop.
- But I had to speed.

I had to speed.
I was testing out

the steering wheel,
which is shot.

- Yeah, I know, I know,
right?

And the brakes
are totally worthless--

- Oh, what's going on there?
- Yeah, I don't know.

But, look, it doesn't matter,
all right?

All of that is in the past.

What we need to focus on
is the next bit,

because that is what
we can actually change.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Take a deep breath.
- What about--

- Actual deep breath.
- [inhales deeply]

- There you go.
- [exhales deeply]

- There.
Just follow my lead, all right?

- What?
We're getting out?

Am I coming out?

- Don't I feel like an idiot?
- Yeah, why is that?

- Yeah, well, it just slipped
my mind that I had actually

asked Cam to take the hearse
for a spin for me, you know,

to check out the steering and
the brakes and the, you know,

all the things on the thing.
Mm-hmm.

- Is that right?
- Yes, that is right.

I mean, it must've been
the jet lag and the stress

and the prayers that
just made my brain all...

[blows raspberry]
- Jet lag, huh?

- Yep.
Yeah, it really sticks with you

sometimes.
I mean, you know,

it's--you know?
- Yeah.

- So no theft at all then?
- No, no.

No.

He asked me to speed.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

I was just calling in a favor
for my little buddy over here.

- Rev, I need you
to stay very still.

- Mm-hmm.
Okay.

- Don't move.
- Hey, Pipe.

- There's a snake behind you.
You need to--

- Ah! God!
[snake hisses and bites]

[gunshot fires]

Cameron, help me get him
into the car right now.

- Ah, that--
- That looks like a taipan.

Breathe.
- Rev.

- We're gonna get you
to the car.

- Rev.
- [screaming]

- Cameron, get the door.
- Okay.

- Okay, Rev, it's okay.

Up here.
Stay with him.

[both stammering]

- Hey, Rev, Rev.
Rev, you're okay.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'm sorry.
- Rev, rev, rev, you're okay.

Okay, okay.
Hey, Pipe, Pipe, come on.

Come on, come on.
- Out the way.

- Yep, it's a taipan.

- [gasping] I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

- What?
- Cameron, what I'm about

to tell you to do is
very much a one-time thing.

- What, what?
- Cameron, look,

get in the driver's seat.

[instrumental music]

- [wheezing]

* *

- Piper, do you copy?
- Is that the--the thing--

- Get it.
- Oh, okay.

Hello?
Yep, hello?

- Piper?
- Yeah, sort of.

Um, can I take a message?

- Situation update on
the Cameron Nettlebeck

vehicle theft?
- Uh, yeah, it's all good.

It's all right.
It's all sorted.

Thank you.
Bye.

- Cameron!
- Yeah, I--yeah, I'm going.

I'm going.
Where are we going?

We going to the dock, or
are we going to Paradise Cove?

- We don't have much time.

Go straight to Grace's.
- Yeah, you got it, boss.

Grace?
Grace, it's Cam.

- What's up, Cam?

- Uh, the Rev got bit
by a taipan,

and we're heading to yours.

- Jeez.
Taipan?

My place is too far.

I'll meet you at the manse.
- Okay, okay, copy that.

[tires squeal]

[western music]

- Come on, Rev.

Breathe steady.
Breathe steady.

- [wheezing]

- Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Hey, eyes on me.
- Hey, hey, Rev.

- Eyes on me.

- Get him up on the table.
- Yeah.

- Careful, cuz.

Cam, Cam.
- Yep.

- Lift.
- Come on, Rev.

- Easy.

- Hilton,
grab some towels and water.

Let's try and keep
the rev alive, yeah?

- Stay with us, Rev.
Stay with us.

Okay.

- [shallow wheezing]

- Cam, go get the snake.
- The whole snake?

- Snake, snake, the whole--
- Yeah, okay.

- We got you.

[suspenseful music]

- [shallow wheezing]

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

* *

[knocking at door]

* *

- Oh, come on.

That's it.
Good boy.

That's it.

[knocking at door]

Come on!
I'm freezin' out here.

Come on!
[bangs on door]

- [shallow wheezing]

- Hey, Grace.
- Mm-hmm?

Oh, yeah, that's a taipan.

[banging on door]
- Open the door, Paulo.

Come on.
Go, open up!

Paulo?

Paulo!

Paulo!

Paulo!

Paulo!

You little shit!
[grunts]

Hey!

Hey!

Paulo, you little bastard!

- When was he bit?

- [shallow wheezing]

- At least 20 minutes ago.

- That doesn't give me
much time.

- Time for what?

- Mum, time for what?

- We don't keep any antivenom

outside of
the regional hospitals.

* *

* *

* *

Rev.

Rev.

- [shallow wheezing]

- Rev, can you hear me?

- What happened?

- You're a lucky, lucky man.

That was a dry bite--
no venom.

- Betray that snake
must be his totem, eh, or what?

- [groans]
- He's looking after you,

brother.
Taipan Mack, uce.

- It's a sign.

You've been given
a second chance.

There must be
a reason for that, hey?

* *

[lively dance music]

- [giggling]

Everybody gets out
of the limousine,

and it's just me and the
prime minister of Australia.

Yes, yes,
and you think I'm a talker?

This guy?
Whoo.

Just--[mimics rambling]

I feel like we solved a lot
of problems that night.

I mean, not just for Australia,
globally.

- Mm-hmm.
- I miss your globes.

- I did say--that was out loud.

That was out loud.
I apologize.

Let's get more wine.

- Can we have more?
- Jean-Luc!

Jean-Luc, or maybe--
- Come dance with me.

- I'm dancing, I'm dancing.
- Come on.

[laughter]

- Let's go.
- Let's go, baby.

- I feel like a leopard.
Look at this.

I'm hunting you.
Rawr!

Yeah!
[laughter]

- * You got me
in a spin *

* Whoa, now *

- Rev?

Rev.

- Hey.
- Here you go, Taipan Mack.

- [sighs]
I'm kind of hoping that name

doesn't stick, though.

- I'm sorry, it stuck.

Don't need Twitter out here
for things to get around.

- [chuckles]

- I, um, I found this
in the other room.

Hope it's okay.

- I mean,
it's not my usual color.

- It's all I could find.

[chuckles]

- I don't understand.

I mean, your mom said
there is no venom, right?

So...
- Mm-hmm?

- What the hell happened to me?

- Sure, I guess
you had a panic attack.

- I don't have panic attacks.

- [chuckles]
Apparently, you do now.

[dramatic music]

* *

It was nice what you did,
you know?

For Cameron.

* *

Mum's made linguini.

- Here?
- She had to use

tinned tomatoes,

and you're out of olive oil.

- We had olive oil?

- Mm-hmm.

* *

- Wait, shit.
Is that the time?

- Yup, late lunch.

I'll wait outside.
I'll leave this here.

[quirky music]

* *

- Ooh.
- Ah.

- There he is.
- Hey.

- Whoo.
- You got lucky tonight,

mister.
- Why?

Are you gonna arrest me?
- Yeah, but not today.

- Oh, okay, thanks.
[chuckles]

- Hey, you guys,
I just wanna thank you

for everything you did today.

- Yeah, welcome to the tropics.
[chuckles]

- Grace, you, especially.
Thank you.

- Ah, snakebites, croc attacks,
Rev--I'm your guy.

- Hearse is out in front, Rev.

That thing steers
like the "Titanic."

- Yeah, doesn't it?
- Um, thanks, I owe you one.

Uh, listen, everybody,
um, this looks amazing,

but I'm sure that you guys have
a lot of places to be, right?

- Yep, but you eat first.

This here is
medically prescribed linguini.

[chuckles]

Sit.
- Yes, ma'am.

- So, Rev, your wife
doesn't like the beach,

or she doesn't like you?

- [chuckles]
- Mum.

- What she was here,
for what, one night?

- Uh, there were
some underlying issues.

- So you're available?

There's some lovely girls
here in Clump.

I could make you
a bit of a list.

- Mum, are you for real?

- Well, it's awfully
a big house you got here.

- He's a reverend, Mum.

- What about Amy?

- Mum.
- What?

She's single.

- His wife left
three minutes ago,

I think, is more the point.

- Grace, this pasta looks--
it looks...

[yawning] Heavenly.
'Scuse me.

Sorry, I'm fine.

Um, um--
- You need more rest.

- No, no, no, no.
Let's, um, let's eat.

Yeah, come on.

- All right, everyone out.

Out.
Come on.

Up.
The rev needs his rest.

Come on, you all.
Back to my place.

- Aw, thanks, guys.
I really appreciate it.

- Hey, I'm glad,
you know, you didn't die.

- Thanks.
- Or worse.

- Yeah.

- [grunts]

- My sister's with a good man,
Rev.

- Sorry?

- Aidan, that's my best mate.

- Okay?

- Listen, I understand that
your marriage fell apart,

and I'm sorry for that,

but you're barking up
the wrong tree with Piper.

* *

[car engine running]

- Oh, damn.

- You the holy man?
- You Benny?

- Yep, Agnes sent me.

- No fish tonight, Benny.
- Sorry?

- There's been a disturbance
in the supply chain--

just a few wrinkles
to iron out.

[western music]

- My bosses weren't aware
of any wrinkles.

- Well, that's why I'm here--

to bring it
to everyone's attention.

* *

- Most people wouldn't want
their attention.

- Well, that's the thing,
Benny.

I'm not like most people.

- [sighs]
Rahane,

the plantations are small,
but they're all over the place.

I think this is the tip
of the iceberg.

I think we're looking
at a network, boss.

- All right, now, just stop.

- This has something
to do with Agnes.

Traffic movement to and from
the Barramundi farmers

suggest that she's--
- Listen, we've raided Agnes.

- Yes, but at the wrong time.
- Piper, this is all

excellent police work.
- Yes, it is.

- But now you have to stop.

- What do you mean?

- Listen, I'm not meant
to tell you this, okay?

But you're backing me
into a corner.

- Okay?

- There is an operation
in play,

too big for us,
being run out of Brizzie.

This is high-level, big time.
- Good!

- Yeah.
- So let's talk to them.

- No, 'cause you got a job
to do here,

and it's not investigating
organized crime.

- That's weird, because I
thought I was a police officer.

- You're a brilliant cop,
no doubt.

But you are not
a detective anymore.

Listen to me.

They're going after
the big fish on this.

And we can't destabilize
an operation

they've already got in play.
- Boss, I'm so close,

I can feel it.
- Piper, please.

You need to stop.

[dramatic music]

* *

[engines revving]

* *

- Hey, good morning, fellas.

Can I help you?

- I hope so.

How do I keep this short,
Reverend?

We work for a guy
who has a good arrangement

with the people here,

except...
[sighs]

Yesterday, truck comes back,
only it's empty.

- [grunts]
[wheezes]

[groans]

- [sniffs] You are a long,
long way out of your depth.

- [grunts]
- So...

What's gonna happen now
is that you're gonna go back

into your little church,

and you're gonna extract
yourself

from a situation
that you've got no business in.

And things are gonna go back
to just being how they were.

You understand?

Good man.

* *

- [grunts]

* *

Yeah, nah.

- What's that?
- I said, "Yeah, nah."

It means "no," apparently.

The deal sucks, guys.

- We say anything
about a negotiation?

- Uh, it's always negotiation.

You see, I have the product,
you need the product,

and sorry,
you don't know where it is.

But hey, what's done is done,
right, guys?

So why don't we focus
on the impact that we can have

moving forward?
- Excuse me?

- 40%, 30 for the farmers,
10 for the church.

- Is this American
sense of humor?

'Cause I'm not laughing.

- No, I'm not really
all that funny.

No, we're gonna
call it a tithe--

money for the work of the Lord.

Look, guys,
the tobacco is good,

it's always on time,
you get it criminally cheap,

and it's not something that you
could reproduce further south,

even if you wanted to.
So the way I see it,

with tobacco prices rising,
it's not so much a matter

of you finding a new producer

as it is me
finding a new buyer.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- I don't know whether you're
brave, or you're stupid.

- It's a little bit of column A
and a little bit of column B.

- All right.

I need to make a call.

- Yeah, no, you do that.
But that's not gonna work.

No, you're gonna wanna head
down to the caravan park.

There's a reliable phone there.
Don't--please,

don't get me started.

Uh, hey, guys, it's Sunday,
and, uh--whoo--

I work on Sundays, so after
you have a chat with your boss,

why don't you meet me
at the beach bar,

and we can settle things
out from there?

All right, good.
Yeah, oh, it's a gorgeous spot.

Yeah, have a couple of beers.
Ask for Harry.

He'll set you up
with a nice table.

It's wonderful, I promise.

Hey, don't get too drunk
without me.

[door shuts]

- [weakly] Yeah?

- Hey there.

Have you even moved?

- What's that?

- This is breakfast

or a really early lunch.

You gotta eat something.

Listen, if you wanna talk
about any of this...

I'll listen.

I mean, you don't have to
if you don't want to,

but I'm here, and it's okay.

- I...

I get pain.

Some days, I can't move,
and sometimes, I'll wake up

on the floor
and check the time to see

how long
I've been passed out for.

I can't go to school.
I...

I can't do anything.

But honestly,
that's not even the worst part.

Nobody believes me.

You know, I take
more painkillers in a week

than most people take
in a year,

and everyone thinks that
I take them just to get high,

and I really don't.

Cam's the only one
that takes it seriously,

but even then...

He doesn't really understand.

It's lonely.

Pain is lonely

because no one believes me.

- I believe you.

- Rev,
something is wrong with me,

and no one knows what it is.

- Okay.

So let's figure it out.

- I know.

- Every question's
got an answer.

It's out there somewhere.
You just gotta know

where to look.

- Okay.

- I mean,
you're my business partner,

and this is a business matter,
so...

We'll figure it out.

- How?

- I have a guy.

[dramatic music]

* *

* *

I wasn't always a reverend.

There was a time in my life

where I was headed
in the wrong direction,

a time before I came here
to this Australian beach

and stood before you
in this old pulpit.

Now, I knew what I was doing
was wrong, but I believed that

because of what my life had
been up to that point,

because of what I had been,

then that was what
I was destined to be.

Man, I carried my demons
around with me like a backpack.

But what I didn't know

was that the demons
I carried around,

the demons
that dictated my choices,

weren't necessarily
even my demons to carry.

And yet, they dictated
every decision I made

until I became them.

But friends, if we can find
belief in ourselves

that we can change,
then we can change.

We can break free
of what came before,

because we are all deserving
of a second chance--

and third and a fourth
and a fifth and a fiftieth.

Now, giving others
a second chance isn't easy.

No.

And giving ourselves
a second chance is even harder.

Second chances
are not a concession.

They're a victory,

because if we can find it
within ourselves

to forgive ourselves,

then we can go out,
forgive others,

and then maybe, just maybe...

That gives us all a chance
to walk a little lighter.

* *

[metal detector whirring]

- Evening, Rev.

- Thanks, man.

- You can forget 40%.
- Aw, relax, big guy.

I wasn't expecting 40.
- [chuckles]

- Because--
- Rising transport cost

and the increased difficulty
in evading law enforcement.

- [sighs]

So what we are authorized
to offer you is--

- 10%,
and I am gonna tell you

that 10% is simply not going
to work, so that leaves you

with a choice.
You can either go back

to the one working phone in
this town and call your boss,

and tell him that you're gonna
have to start all over again,

or you can show
a little bit of initiative,

because this delay
is killing you guys,

and I'm sure that he's not
gonna wanna hear

another bad news phone call.

So you stretch to 20%
for the farmers,

10% for the church, you enjoy
these beautiful beers

by this beautiful beach,
and you are back on your bikes,

giving the news to your boss.

I mean, you're not crazy about
the 30%, but the fact is,

the deadlock is cleared,

the profit is back
on the shelves,

and the supply line
is safe and sustainable

for another generation
of tropical tobacco farmers,

and that sounds
like a job well done,

don't you guys think?

- Our boss is, uh--

he's okay
with this arrangement,

'cause he managed
to find some savings

by cutting
into a piece of the pie.

- That's good of him.

- It was our piece of the pie.

- Well, economies can be--
- Brutal.

Economies can be
absolutely brutal.

- Yeah.

See you guys later.

* *

- I feel so satiated.

Oh.

Honey.

You taking a tinkle?

No.

[church bells ring]

[suspenseful music]

* *

No.
She took it all!

No!

No, no, no, no,

no, no!

* *

* *

[cheery vocal music]

* *

* *