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This is millions of dollars.

More.

Why is this not coming to me through official channels?

Being cautious.

You know, I've got mates in Luang Prabang.

They run a nice backpacker lodge.

What am I supposed to do in a backpacker lodge?

Clean toilets?

You don't have to keep working for her.

I think it's time for you to let those angel wings of yours

take flight.

48 seconds.

Pathetic!

Stella sent me.

I'm here to pick up Otis and Iris.

Shouldn't we be heading back to the car? It's getting late.

I have an idea. Why don't we light a fire and camp out?

But Mum doesn't know where we are.

She'll be worried.

Honey, that's my next foray.

Yeah, Manuka.

You just, you know, get a trace of the real thing and bulk it up

with corn syrup, a bit of colouring,

and just watch the money roll in.

Right, that's the reason you're stealing Neil's hives.

Yeah, give that a try.

It was an accident.

I need somewhere to stay for a while.

Anika Van Cleef.

Have you seen her?

You are not a friend here to catch up with Anika.

Since you are in no position to struggle,

I can terminate you more humanely.

You cannot win.

There will always be someone coming for you.

Dad?

No! No!

Do you have any sisters?

I've always wanted a sister.

I don't have a family, Iris.

So how about we play a game?

What kind of game?

Oh, something fun.

It's a dare.

Unless you're too afraid and you don't want to play.

When can I take my blindfold off?

You'll find out.

Ah, it's nice, the air, isn't it?

I can't see anything.

Of course not.

That's because it's a trust game.

Do you trust me?

I don't know. Should we?

I know you're too old, but don't ruin it for Iris. OK?

I trust you.

Iris, stop. We have to do this together.

OK. Come on.

Come on. Just a few more steps.

What the hell is that?!

Connor, can you turn whatever the fuck that is off?

Oh, you mean the compressor switched on?

Ah!

Like clockwork, isn't it?

I built it myself.

I trust you slept well.

All she had to do was apologize.

And I could have slept in an actual bed.

Beside someone who didn't fart in their sleep.

Someone I was looking forward to waking up beside.

Not in this arctic rubbish tip next to an aircraft engine for a heater!

I'm starting to see why Stella has issues.

Stella? I'm coming in if you are prepared to talk sensibly.

Jeremiah! Jeremiah!

Holy shit.

Who's she?

Where are the kids?

I don't know. What happened here?

Where are they?

Alright. Come on. Up you get.

- Thanks. - Let's go.

What happens now?

Just a minute, Iris.

Best game ever!

- Can we do that again? - Take us home now.

Mm-hm.

Let's go.

You're crazy!

- Anything? - No luck.

I'll keep looking, but there's not much more we can do.

Again, you're supposed to be the police.

Technically, they're not missing for another 47 hours.

Yeah, but they've been gone all night!

Yeah, but, so 39 more hours, then I go into overdrive.

They left with Tallulah, didn't they?

Tallulah?

Why would you allow that?

Well, apart from the fact that we had personal matters to attend to,

we are neither a creche nor a charity.

Sorry, I thought you knew.

Heather, it is not your responsibility to know.

It is the mother's responsibility.

- Well, where did she take them? - I don't know!

We need to find this psycho!

Sammi?

I went back over the CCTV from last night.

She drove out of town with them.

Your one job is to watch the CCTV,

and you let some stranger drive off with my kids?

Well, in a town full of criminals, who isn't strange?

And yet she wants everyone to be a babysitter for her offspring.

Has anyone seen them?

I don't know where they are.

Look, if they've left, they can't have gone far.

There's surveillance everywhere. Get in. Get in. Come on.

Stella, wait!

- Wait! - Oh, my God, it's them.

Oh, I feel awful.

You let children into your life, you take responsibility.

This is why I prefer animals.

Do you always have to be so harsh?

I wasn't being harsh.

Are you alright?

Hey, Mum!

Mum, I almost fell off a cliff when I was blindfolded,

but Tallulah saved my life.

Right. Take her.

Take her in there.

Why did you take my children?

How long did it take you to notice that your kids were missing?

This probably doesn't concern all you.

Hey, don't let them go upstairs.

Why? Oh, the houseguest. Jesus. Guys!

Who are you?!

Who am I?

It only took you 12 years to ask that question.

Who sent you?

Was it the Russians?

What?

You seriously don't remember me, do you?

Because I never forgot you.

Domas Azgar.

Does that name ring a bell?

He died in a car crash,

along with my little sister Nabila,

because you refused to pay our insurance when our house burnt down.

What, the madman who killed my husband?

No. You killed us.

Two payments missed when my mum was dying.

No, there were other reasons. It was a mess.

I was trying to keep the company afloat.

Another Colorado skiing holiday to add to the list.

How did you find me?

It'll come to you.

Do you remember your daily walk into Prosperos?

Revolving door, security check-in, scanner to the left, water feature.

The reception.

You were the receptionist?

18 very painful months in your fraud factory.

I carried you with me through five foster homes,

and the only thing that kept me going

was working out how to pay you back.

What were you planning to do?

Hurt you and your family,

deeply, like you did mine.

But it doesn't matter now.

You're not the only one who grieved.

Oh, yeah.

And yet I don't see you grieving.

I lost the love of my life because of your father.

OK.

You come near my kids again,

you'll find out I'm not the person who ignored you at reception.

You need to leave here and never come back!

Did the kids see? No, the kids saw nothing.

I sent them to Graham's.

So, out of curiosity, who is she?

She's the talisman.

So, the Russians?

Presumably.

She said it's never going to end.

She's right, isn't she?

I'll deal with her body.

Why are you loitering?

Graham?

Graham?

Graham?

Here.

Have stupid Western sandwiches.

Ham and cheese.

No kale.

Come on. Eat.

Please?

It's OK.

Please, does anyone want his favourite sandwiches?

To Graham.

No, thanks, Bong Cha.

You know, going in your sleep, it's...

..it's not a bad way to go.

Peaceful, even.

Whilst the sentiment is touching, regrettably, it does not apply here.

He's lying on the bed, fully clothed, shoes on.

Heather.

It's evidence.

He's had a stroke or a heart attack.

Discolouration of the fingernails.

Mild swelling.

Increased skin elasticity.

Uh-huh, and there, under the nail bed, a pinprick.

He has been injected with, I suspect, nitazine.

Sophisticated, yet understated, elegant, coy.

Graham was murdered?

Here?

Yeah, even in this fucked-up town, who would do that?

- Talisman. - Don't talk aliens now.

Not aliens, assassins.

Why would an assassin be after Graham?

I don't think it was Graham she wanted.

She came looking for me.

She?

The alien was looking for you, and she found him?

The stupid, stupid man was protecting you!

Could do with a hand.

He's gone, Frankie.

Who has, pet?

Your dog, your cat, your guinea pig?

Graham.

I let him down.

I should have looked out for him.

Can't hear you when you mumble!

Graham's dead.

I heard that.

Well...

he was old.

No, he wasn't.

All he did was help people.

No.

No.

I do that.

You're going to have to toughen up.

Death's a part of life.

I know that more than anyone.

Righto.

How about we bury him tonight?

Just the way he would have wanted. Hm?

The town's planning a big funeral for him.

He would have hated all that farce.

We'll save them the bother, eh?

And while you're at it, grab his files.

Bury them with him.

Protect all his dirty little secrets.

Get on with it.

He's dead, pet, and you weren't there for him.

Throw some dirt on him.

I'm sorry, mate.

The angel never got to fly.

I know it's incredibly sad, but Graham lived a beautiful life.

Here?

No, he didn't.

No one does here.

Well, he enjoyed it.

I mean, he was always smiling,

he liked helping everyone, he was always up for a chat.

He was blind.

He couldn't see what sort of shithole he was living in.

Nah.

Your mum's right.

Graham was happy.

He travelled this area before he went blind.

He could see how special a place it is, how beautiful.

Not too many places like this left on Earth.

Growing up here, it was kid heaven.

You could run amuck, go wild, no one cared.

But you left.

Yeah, but I came back, didn't I?

Found the world had invaded us.

Now I only have you and Heather to talk to.

Yes, you can talk to me any time you like, sweetheart.

She meant Jeremiah.

Yeah, I meant him, but I can talk to you too if you want.

Look, we will all miss Graham.

And I know it doesn't make it easier, but it was his time.

I mean, he died peacefully in his sleep.

No, he didn't.

I heard you telling Jeremiah that Graham was murdered.

Along with everyone else in this town.

I forget how much they've seen.

What am I doing to them?

Stell, none of this is on you.

Yes, it is.

All of it is.

All shit pipes lead to me.

I am a swamp of excrement.

You need to go.

You need to keep right away from me,

or you will end up dead like all the others.

OK, I will.

Look, I'm being serious.

I mean it. I...

Hmm.

Everything's going to be OK.

You know, the last time I spoke to Graham, he said I'd become Frankie.

You're a similar height.

Have I?

No, not even slightly.

Mm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

The honey balance is working much better this time.

The remaining two-thirds on delivery.

Well, just two more days of curing,

and then I'll give it the old Frankie flourish.

You'll have your heroin Thursday, late afternoon.

Tarquin?

Here, hang on to this.

We lost the old WITSEC guy today.

Hmm.

And another murder from sources unknown.

I'm not enjoying this level of friction.

Me neither.

I need to be running this town again.

And the poodle needs to be put down as soon as possible.

I shall almost miss our repartee.

Thursday night, after you deliver, she can stay behind.

She won't be missed.

The town blames her for Graham's death.

Leave me to think on the methodology.

The woman deserves an interesting end.

Hey.

Is that a name scrawled there?

'George'.

Airini sent me this the night she disappeared.

And the rest is just computer codes and sequences

that Prosperos used to launder the Russian money.

Yes, ones you used to drown this town in money and whitegoods.

Yes, this is the one.

It's 4am.

Maybe she wanted me to find this.

Either way, Graham died because of this.

Me and the Russians and Prosperos.

Come to bed.

Forget about things you can't change.

Well, use your imagination.

It's the late payments, change of address,

change of marital status, yada yada.

Any deviation will do.

We absolutely need to contest these

until our balance sheets look healthier.

Are you seriously not paying these people?

I didn't say that.

The appeals just give us the time we need.

How the fuck do you live with yourself, lady?

Huh?

Playing God with people's lives?

Let's go, girls.

The bitch will not help you.

Let's go. Get in the car. Now!

No!

No! No!

You never even bothered to learn our names unless you wanted something.

But we saw everything.

We knew your company was rotten to its core.

I know. I should have paid your father.

- And other people as well. - Don't.

Stop.

It is way too late for that.

Why are you here?

Really, what do you want?

Because if it's forgiveness, you can try next door.

Oh, no, wait.

He's dead too.

Because of you.

Where will you go?

That's not your concern.

What if I make it my concern?

Frankie!

What have you done with him?

Who would that be, pet?

Sammi saw you on CCTV with Graham's body in a wheelbarrow.

If you don't tell me now,

you're going to have a full town mutiny on your hands.

Whoo-eeh!

Somebody's got their shiny sheriff's badge on today!

Where is he?!

I've had it up to here with the histrionics in this town!

Everybody is just going to have to move the fuck on!

Tarquin!

Show the officer out,

will you, pet?

Things are going to change around this town.

We are giving him a proper burial.

Bloody hell.

Never wanted to do this to him.

She's got a hold on all of us, mate.

What's the box?

Frankie wanted all his files buried with him.

There'll be a reason.

He loved this spot when he could see.

Death is merely a door that we must all pass through.

We leave, but what we do with our time on earth remains.

What we contribute,

what we do to make other lives better is what counts.

Because we live on in the lives of all of those who loved us.

As will Horace Whitlow's many good deeds,

both through his time with...

Who the fuck is Horace Whitlow?

Oh, bollocks! Sorry.

Meant to insert Graham's name there.

This is from a funeral I was at recently.

You were doing well up to 'Horace'.

Yeah.

What normally happens now is you all say something,

usually just repeating the same info.

Goes a bit long usually and gets a bit dull.

Anyone got anything they want to say about Graham, or Horace?

He was the best of us.

This was his favourite song.

Not that one.

Not that one.

This.

♪ Tears for souvenirs

♪ Are all you've left me

♪ Memories of a love

♪ You never meant

♪ I just can't believe

♪ You could forget me... ♪

They're gonna kill you both tomorrow.

After you make the drop.

♪ ... we spent together

♪ Tears have been my only...

We need to start packing.

♪ ... consolation

♪ But tears can't mend a broken heart

♪ I must confess... ♪

Hey.

What aren't you telling me here?

We need to get out.

They're planning to kill us.

- So what's changed? - It's more immediate than before.

How soon?

Tomorrow night.

Yes, that is fairly immediate.

OK, I need to think of a plan and a way out past the cameras.

Well, you're gorgeous, but planning is not your strong suit.

Leave it with me.

Somehow I've got to find a way for us to leave tonight.

How many cameras does Frankie have around the town now?

No idea.

Tons of them.

That is not helpful.

Didn't know I had to be.

Why are you wanting to know?

Well, if you don't know where the cameras are, you can't help me.

Fair enough.

Do you know they all feed through the one server?

Where?

So, theoretically, we could tamper with the live feed.

Looping. Yeah, I can do it.

What do you want looped?

The town at night doing nothing.

That's an impossible call.

Try this one.

Actually, I've got years of the street doing nothing at night

I've looped on the odd occasion to go to Hobart,

but it's developed a 30-second glitch after 1 hour 24

and needs to be rebooted manually.

- Please don't ask me why. - OK, that's enough time.

Oh, yeah, do you have a phone that I could borrow?

I need to make a few calls.

Well, phones are forbidden here, so why would I have one?

I know that.

But I might be able to find a way out of here.

OK, well, if that includes me, I might be able to locate one.

Take your pick, lady.

Hello, yes, I'd like to speak to George.

Well, I'd rather talk to him directly regarding what it's relating to,

if that's possible.

I'm a close friend.

Delighted to hear that, because I'm George.

There will be a reason she wanted these buried.

You look like a real cop.

I am.

I know. But...

not really.

Where are the kids? We need to go.

They're not here.

What's this?

We're not coming.

It doesn't have to be Luang Prabang, if that's what this is about.

I struck a deal with Frankie and Neil, a really good one.

So when I do finally get out of here, I will be set for life.

What, the immediate threat has magically disappeared, has it?

Yeah.

I've made myself indispensable to them.

But you're free to go.

This is bullshit.

No, no, this is who I really am, Jeremiah.

I'm a businesswoman.

And you, you're a really great guy.

But I've thought of me cleaning toilets in a backpackers'.

No, thank you.

You were never going to come, were you?

Don't do this to me.

You should go now.

You were right.

You are Frankie.

I fucking hate that I love you.

It's me.

Start the loop.

He's leaving.

Hey.

Now is really not a good time, Jason.

I'm sorry, but there's something you really need to see.

I found it in Graham's files.

It's about all of us.

He used to get Frankie to read his letters

when he was losing his sight.

This is dated...

July 2013.

Frankie wanted it buried with him.

When did Graham go blind?

Just before that.

She lied to him to keep us here.

Oh, my God.

So we could have all left in 2013?

I will kill her.

Let me at her first...

Hey, hey, you're both being emotional.

I know how to methodically inflict the maximum amount of pain.

I'll do it.

You want me to shoot her in the legs first so you can all have a go?

Please, we don't need a lynch mob.

I gave this town my 20s for nothing.

I could have been in Sydney this whole time.

We all could have had a life.

A lot of things would have been different.

I could have been a mother.

I have a plan.

Your plan?

We're free now. We don't need you.

Kill her first and then we leave.

What about the house, Brony?

It's half a house.

Just go. Just go.

I'm not leaving without getting Frankie.

We can destroy Frankie.

I know how to bring her down and there's enough money for everyone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Just let's hear her out.

We can all come out on top here.

Meet me at the Denning Room tomorrow night, 8:30.

Go. Go.

11 years!

11 fucking years she had us.

Heather?

We don't necessarily have to think about rushing away from here, do we?

I mean, we've had some really positive things being here.

We've had truffles

and our regular reading sessions

and 6am constitutionals and our botanical excursions and...

I mean...

our life together.

You just don't get it, do you?

E...

A...

Three minutes!

Yes!

We're looking for hexagons, people.

A hexagonal motif.

I see a pentagon, it's on your head, Horatio.

She's here.

That's not right.

Close this up.

Hi.

I wasn't expecting you for another seven hours.

I trust everything is in order?

This.

It's most distressing.

What is this?

Can I ask you to taste it?

This is not even fit for a supermarket.

This is a violation.

I know. It's so wrong.

When did you find out about this?

Just now when I put it on toast and tasted it,

but I came straight to you.

Look, I know who it is and I know where they are,

if they're still there.

And they were talking about a big sale on the mainland.

They're harvesting your honey,

watering it down and putting your label on it.

Names!

It's the mountain men who stole your hives.

And what I know is they're making a big delivery to Devonport

for the night ferry.

Stop what you're doing!

We're going!

What about our delivery tonight?

No! Forget about your delivery!

- That can take place tomorrow! - But we're ready.

I need all of you meatbags!

I will inform Frankie.

We're heading straight to Devonport!

What time do we make the big delivery?

We don't.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but it now happens tomorrow.

Some big emergency.

No!

I thought this was it.

I thought you and I were finally done.

So did I.

I was looking forward to waking up tomorrow and knowing I was free.

Oh, yes, I was looking forward to waking up tomorrow too,

but one more day.

Where's Jeremiah?

Haven't seen him about.

He's at home making a celebratory dinner.

Better go give him the bad news.

What is the tarot-toting charlatan doing here?

Please tell me she has nothing to do with your plan.

She's essential to it.

So you were right.

I am responsible for Graham's death.

The woman who came to kill me was sent by the Russians.

The same Russians who still run my old company, Prosperos.

So if you really want to get the people responsible

for Graham's death,

we need to go to Prosperos and take them for everything they've got.

Anyone who's interested, we need to leave an hour from now.

What about the cameras?

Sammi can buy us an hour and 24 minutes of time by playing a loop

so you can't be seen.

This is not yet a plan.

No, I will detail it,

but for now just know I need every single one of you.

If you don't want to come, don't come.

If you want to stay in the same place with the same woman

who's buried you for at least a decade, that's fine.

Do whatever you want, but this is a way out.

What do we need to do?

Well, it's safe for all of you to go back to your homes.

Once you're there, I need you to grab only what's essential

and you can carry it a distance.

Nothing extra.

At 9:30, Sammi will hit the loop.

You need to leave your homes

and walk as quickly as you can out of town.

Tallulah will guide you to the meeting place.

Where will you be?

Financing the trip.

What's in it for us?

Cash. And lots of it.

Show of hands?

I'm in.

Cash is good.

We're in.

9:30.

OK, you've got 10 minutes to clear this place,

then you need to join the others.

I'm staying here.

You can't do that. It's too dangerous.

I don't care.

I just want to see the look on her face.

OK.

Shit.

She told me 9:30.

I don't know the combination.

That's alright.

This...

This is footage of Frankie opening the safe.

I think we can match where her fingers are going.

What?

I hid a camera in the smoke alarm.

So that is...

Sweet.

OK.

We need to grab this.

And we need to tear them open, OK?

Here, you take that one.

And that.

Yeah?

Don't inhale.

Are we nearly there?

I knew it.

She's not coming.

She set us up.

She's in league with Frankie.

How could we be so stupid?

My bet -

she's stolen Frankie's drugs,

escaped and left us here to get killed.

I don't buy it.

I reckon we've got to take a positive view of her.

She sacrificed herself and she's dead.

Is that the dead sacrifice over there?

Where are we going?

I'll brief you on the plane.

Alright, kids, say goodbye.

It's the last time you'll see this place.

Oh!

Where is everyone?

I haven't seen no one.

Oh, come on, they can't just have disappeared.

You must have noticed something.

I'm a pretty heavy sleeper but...

I think they're all gone.

What is it you aren't telling me?

I don't know, but they seemed pretty pissed off with you.

Aw! Diddums.

What hurt their little feelings this time?

You know, probably the letter.

What is this, 20 questions? What letter?

The government letter that came in 2013.

Sent to Graham, letting us know that we're all free

and safe to go back to our old lives.

Oh!

That letter?

Yeah, that letter.

Well, what does it matter whether they were here or anywhere else?

They're just a bunch of idiot crims.

Their lives would have been shit wherever they were.

Bye, Frankie.

Oi, Tarquin!

This is for Arthur.

You are putting all of us in the firing line,

not just you, hopefully.

I need to make this right.

I want to flush out all the people that are behind this.

You are proposing single-handedly to stop a Russian cartel?

They will kill you.

Well, they've been trying to do that for long enough.

I'm going where I should have gone day one.

If it goes pear-shaped tomorrow and something happens...

will you keep an eye on my kids?

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