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Yes.

What do you know about Mexican
standoffs?

Huh?
Mexican standoffs.

You gotta be in Mexico to have one,

or you gotta be Mexican,
that's what I'm asking.

Well, think about it,

anywhere else in the world
do you have a standoff?

It's just called a standoff.

For some reason, Mexico's got
its own name for a standoff.

If you're in Pakistan,
it ain't a Pakistan doff.

You're in Istanbul,
that ain't a Istan...

You hear what I'm saying, right?

Doesn't make any fucking sense to me.

Are you having a fucking stroke?

That's a question.
That's not an answer.

If you don't have an answer,
just fucking tell me you don't know.

Is that her?

Why? You fucking little.

Well?
Well, what?

I'm in the middle of a fucking
very intense game of Alex

the 7-year-old kid.

I think he's seven. He looks seven.
Does he look seven to you?

I hope he's seven.

He's fucking jumping over
fucking fire and shit.

He better not be
any younger than seven.

Number 53, silver Audi.
I already told you, cuz.

Well, that's 53,
but there's no fucking Audi.

Yeah, well, maybe
we got the wrong number.

Of course you got
the fucking wrong number.

All you had to do was read it
off a fucking text message,

for fuck's sake.

You know the real reason why we're
sitting here doing this shitty job

is 'cause you won't
take a fucking real job.

'Cause you're some kind of pussy now.
I don't get it.

What are you gonna do, man? Just
work your ass off at the workshop

for the rest of your fucking life?
Getting peanuts?

Is that how we're gonna get rich?

Just find the fucking address.

(beeping)

Please tell me that
wasn't what I think it was.

You think it was my phone dying?

It was my phone dying.

Number 53, it was 53, silver Audi.

I'm this sure.

I mean, like this sure.

I'm this not sure.
Shut the fuck up.

If your brains were fucking
dynamite,

you wouldn't have enough to
blow your fucking ears off.

Did you come up with that now?
No.

No, Dad used to say that
all the fucking time.

About you?
No, not about me.

About fucking you.

Really? He said that?
Yeah. Really.

Just yeah, he did.
He said it about you.

(arguing)

Introduce your top lip to your
bottom lip and shut the fuck up.

That is the best bet.

You know, it's funny you should
mention dynamite 'cause...

Hi. My piece of shit fucking car
just broke down.

I just live up the fucking hill,
do you mind giving me a lift?

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No.
Fuck no.

We'll give you a push, love.
For sure.

So what's your plan here, man?
What are we doing?

Wait till she goes inside
and we steal the car

and we take it somewhere
and we fucking burn it.

Burn it?

This is just me,
but why would we burn it?

We could send it to fucking space.

What are you fucking talking about?

I got a friend who
just got outta the army.

He's got sticky fingers.

Now, I got some boom sticks
in the trunk of the car.

(both panting)

Thanks, guys. Have a great night.

How do you like that?
No offer of a beer.

High five, nothing.

Phew, inside.

Like we're a couple of
rapists or something.

Dynamite?

You're a fucking idiot.

And we are not blowing up
the fucking car.

Why not?

Do you not remember
how you got the nickname

the Gringo Drongo?

Now, get in the fucking car.

Working?

(engine turning over)

Oh, I know what it is.

The fucking car's broken.
We had to push it here, remember?

Okay. All right.

I need a phone.

So use yours.
No battery, remember?

A little fire jumping asshole.

What do you need
a fucking phone for?

Really? I wanna order a pizza.

I'm trying to detonate
an application,

a nitro fucking methane
in an automobile.

Give me your fucking phone.
That shit's self-explanatory.

Fuck you. No, there is a lot of
really fucking...documents,

and stuff on this and
I don't wanna lose them.

Oh, okay. Documents. Alright.

Back it up to the cloud
and you won't lose them.

I don't know how to do that.
You don't? Okay, give it here.

I bet you don't even use
a VPN when you browse the web.

That shit is reckless, my friend.
Fucking reckless.

And all backed up.

Okay.

Let's blow some shit up.
Shut the fuck up.

Voicemail: Your call could
not be connected. Please...

Your call could not be...

Is it done?

Did you hear a big explosion?
No. No. Heard a bark.

Ping ping pong

Ching ching chong

Ping ping pong

Pin ping pong

Ping ping pong

Ching ching chong

Hey, Pete.

Making house calls, are we?

Not catching you at a bad time,
am I?

Come in.

Thought our meeting was
supposed to be next week.

Yeah, it is.

I was in the neighbourhood,
so I thought I'd move it up.

Are you sure you should
be drinking one of those?

It's only one beer.

It's never one beer though, is it?

No, Pete, it's only one beer, so.

Calm down. All right.

I don't wanna have to write a report

that you can't control
your emotions.

Not when you're so close
to being done.

You're only two weeks away,

two weeks away from
never having to see me again.

So I don't want to write
that report, but I will.

How can I help you, Peter?

Alright, let's just get to it.

Not like I don't have
somewhere more important to be.

Now, are you still employed?

Yes.

How many days of work did
you take off this month?

None.

Have you been engaging
in any illegal activity?

No.

Associating with any known
criminals?

No.

What about your anger issues?
Fine.

Why do I get the feeling that you're
not taking this very seriously?

Maybe you forgot who I am.

I'm your parole officer.

You know what that means, don't you?

Yeah, no, I got it, mate.
I got it.

You still gambling?

Only with my health.

(upbeat music)

Hey, listen, it's been two days,
two days since the bin truck came.

And your bin's still
on the fucking street.

I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you!
It's disgusting.

I've given you five good offers
to sell your house,

but no, you wanna stay. This street
is good and you're ruining it.

Clean your fucking bin,
it stinks!

(indistinct)

(distant sirens wailing)

(dogs barking)

Hey, open the fucking door.
Hold on, hold on.

Open the door.
I'm fucking trying.

It's locked.
No, shit, Sherlock.

I can fucking see that,
I'm trying to fix it.

Okay, you in? beautiful.

Drive!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

(tyres screeching)

(seatbelt warning beeping)

Fuck now.

(beeping stops)

Where the fuck's Damo?

What do you mean where
the hell's Damo? He's with you.

I asked him to come out
and fucking find you.

There's only one way out the fucking
place. You're asking me?

Unless he went out the fucking
chimney, the Santa Claus fuck.

Damo couldn't find his own cock
in a fucking nudist colony.

Well, you don't need Google Maps
to find the fucking street.

It's just there. He was with you
and now he's not with you.

I'm just in the car waiting, okay?
For fuck sake! Where...

(bang)

Found him.

I'm fucking fine.
Get in the car.

Fuck!

Drive!

Sunday afternoon.
Shops over the canal, okay?

Hey, don't be fucking late.

Okay.

Thanks, Turbo.

(instrumental music)

It's just me. Don't get up.

(instrumental music)

How's work?

Same shit, different day.

Four of a kind beats
a full house, that's right.

You don't have a four of a kind,
or a full house, you bullshit artist.

Watch your language!
There's children here.

How the fuck would you know
what I've got in my hand?

Because I can read
you like a book, Nick.

Like a book on cheating. This one
here is bloody looking at my hand

and sending you signals, I know.

You gonna make a bet,
or are you just gonna keep stalling?

Fold.
Useless.

Nick.
Yeah. Whatever.

Deal again. Show me what you had?
What did you have?

Two Queens.
See, you would've beat me anyway.

Col, if you just listen to
what I'm saying for a second,

I have the money.
Great. Well, bring it around now.

What I mean is...
Where's the fucking money, Turbo?

I don't physically have the money.

I'm on my way to Jimmy Street's house
right now to pick it up, though.

Ah, so you don't have it?
I've got it.

Well, I'll have it in 10 minutes.

Okay, so when am I gonna see it?

Later today.
Later today?

Ah shit, hold...
Well, hold on a second,

I gotta work this afternoon, right?
Ah.

Then I got a meeting
and then my mum's calling.

I haven't spoken to her in
a long time, Col, you know her.

You don't wanna get in the way of
a she-wolf and her cubs, right?

Of course.

Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.

And then the middle of next
week and then next month.

Does that sound familiar, Turbo?

Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
You have my word.

Ah. Oh, wow.
That's very reassuring, Turbo.

You know, to make
things easier for me,

what you say
I just send Rocko around,

and you two can work it all out?

You're threatening to
break my legs over five grand

after I did that job for you
last night, and everything.

How long have you know me, Col?
I ain't never welsh, not one time.

Turbo! Shut the fuck up
and listen to me.

Now I want you to say
my name's Tommy O'Rourke,

and I'm a bad gambler
and a shit human being.

I don't wanna say that.

Oh, look, if you can't say that,

I'm just gonna have to send
Rocko around to the workshop,

this arvo and...

My name's Tommy O'Rourke,
I'm a bad gambler,

and a shit human being.

You are mumbling.

My name's Tommy O'Rourke,

I'm a bad gambler
and a shit human being.

That wasn't so hard, was it, hey?

Alright. I'm pulling up
to Jimmy's right now.

I gotta go, okay.

Palm Beach High, right?
Yep.

Okay. Alright.

Five stars, please.

(chuckles) Well, he's a dumb prick,

isn't he, hey? Hey?

(bright music)

Hey, Nick. I'm gonna be
shuffling a bit of shit next door

if you want me, alright?
Yeah. Sweet. No worries, Col.

Fucking hot, isn't it?

Yeah, it's pretty warm.

Yeah. We're gonna rip
a few scabs off a few cold beers

after work if you're interested.

Nah, thanks, Col.

I'll just stay here
and finish the books, mate.

Jeez, you're a miserable bastard.
What do you want me to do?

Buy you a fucking handjob?

Good chat, Col.

(heavy music)

I was feeling bitter

I had a bulletproof plan

But like a sinking
drowning swimmer

You picked me up and saved me
from these unholy...

Where have you been?
Lunch.

Two hours for lunch.

What, did you fucking
make a three-course meal?

You're not driving Uber on
the company dime again, are you?

If you want me out there working,
why call me in here like a dickhead?

I spoke to Simmo
yesterday about our horse,

says it's good to race
early next week.

I'll give you the hot tip, Turbo.

If a horse hasn't raced
for 400 days,

it is not a good thing.
It's a fucking money pit.

Simmo seems to think it'll go okay,

but you seem to forget its father
came second in the Cox Plate.

I should punch you in the Cox Plate
for wasting my five grand.

You're still paying your stable fees
every month, aren't you?

You big son of a...

Go see him. And see how he looks.
You should come.

Yeah, I'll think about it.

Oi, before you go,
what the fuck are they?

Those are adapters for
the whirlybird outside.

It's getting old,
so it needs replacing.

Well, Barb's doing stock take today.

Apparently there's 20 boxes of these
fucking things in the back room.

You got any idea why?

- Yeah. Been telling you
about that for months, man.

We don't actually need
those parts anymore.

The new parts have
a built-in adapter, you see, so.

We've been telling you and Col
for like three fucking months.

You just keep order ordering them.
I don't keep ordering them.

I don't know.
Maybe we should talk to Col about it.

Maybe he's getting a little...
in his fucking old age.

You know what happens?
You can tell him that if you like,

I need this fucking job.

The last and only time
I went to speak to Col,

I found him in the kitchen
with my old man up a ladder

passing him shotguns
outta the ceiling

like they were cans of soup.
What were they doing?

Adjusting a few attitudes,
I don't know.

The old man said
don't worry about it.

I looked at Col,
he's got an arm full of shottys

as he just stares me
straight in the eye,

says, "How you going, kid?"

Dad's mate,
the fucking gun collector.

Oh, Pete,
that explosion last night.

It was a complete fucking success.

Turbo, did all that fire
give you a stiffy?

No, it happened before we started.

Well, keep it down, all right?

We don't want other people
knowing we're pulling jobs

for Col on the side.

Yeah, unfortunately someone does,
though, don't they?

Sorry, can we help you?

Well, that depends, doesn't it?

How are you guys at fixing cars

that have blown into
about 30 different pieces?

Not to mention fixing house windows
that said explosion have blown out.

Not too good.

But I might know a guy
who could help you

with the windows, though.

Do you fuckwits know who I am?

No.

Because your mate Col
knows who I am.

We've known each other for years.

Col's gotten older and slower,
and he's in debt.

We talked about partnering up
in this place some time ago.

Would've been
a nice, cosy little situation,

but as things seemed to go,
it all fell apart.

And because Col couldn't
swallow his pride.

Now I can tell with some
certainty Col sent you.

So you give me two options.

Option one, you gimme back
the money to replace the car.

Everybody remains friends.

Option two...

let's just remain
at option one, shall we?

Look, we'd happily give you
the money if we had it,

but last night was to
pay off gambling debts, so.

Well, if you can't find it,
you can make it.

You're good at pulling jobs.

Maybe you do a job to pay me back.

What did you have in mind?

These two little pricks ripped
me off a couple weeks ago.

None of my fuckknuckles
seem to be able to track 'em down.

You bring me one of them

and we'll talk about
what it's worth.

You bring me the 50K they've got,

and we'll call the whole
thing even-Stevens.

Now boys,
I've just done you a favour.

It's non-negotiable.

Don't fuck it up.

Toodle-oo.

What the fuck is toodle-oo?

What the fuck's going on, man?
What's that scrag want?

Oh, job gone wrong.
Don't worry about it, all good.

Yeah. So all's good, eh?
Yeah, it's good.

Yeah. Yeah.
It's all turned to shit, isn't it?

No. No, mate, honestly.

This isn't my first fucking rodeo,
Nick.

You know, I know what's going on.
Nah, Col, look, it's sweet, mate.

Never heard so much horseshit come
out of a mouth in my fucking life.

What's going on?
Don't worry about it.

It's all good.

(piercing tone)

So what's the news?

They're fucking taking over the lot.

Col was losing the turf war, man.

He lost, so we're on our own now.

They said they're gonna put
their own little piggies in there.

And start using
the place to launder money.

So we don't work there anymore.

If we're lucky, losing our jobs
will be the only blow back

we get from this mess.

But nobody can tell me
that for sure just yet.

We just find these
guys she's looking for,

and that'll be the end of it.

- It's not that easy.

One of those guys
is Patty Burman's son.

Shit!
We can't turn him in.

You think they know
about Col's money?

What money?

He's been using the place a stash
spot for the last three months.

There's a bit of money in there.

How do you know he's been
using it as a stash spot?

'Cause I've been
skimming from him.

That's fucking genius, Turbo,
well done.

Who do you think's been paying
Mel's mortgage, hey?

Besides, I didn't know this shit
was going to fucking happen.

Anyway, look, I've been
thinking about it all afternoon.

I got a plan to get us out of this.

Can't fucking wait to
hear this brilliant plan.

Lay it on us, Sun-Tzu.

Sneak in,

tomorrow night,
under the cover of darkness,

dig the whole lot up.

If they can't find the whole thing,
they can't find it's light, right?

What about all those drop ticks
hanging around there with guns?

You think that might be a problem?
You think so?

Yes, dickhead.
You wanna give me a hand?

No, I give you a fucking hand,
I go away for another five years.

What part of keeping my nose clean
do you not understand, mate?

Thanks.
I'm calling in a favour.

No, you're not. This isn't a favour,
this is a fucking shit sandwich,

and you owe me the favour.

Wanna call it in?
No.

I think we've gotta get in there,

and get the fucking money
before they find it, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I agree.
I think you do.

Look, this involves you
as much as it involves me.

When I first got out,
Col was the only guy

who gave me a shot at the job.

I'm pretty sure your story
goes exactly the same.

Our options
are pretty thin after this.

We need this money, Nick.

We'll double it,
hand these assholes their cut,

and use the rest
to figure out what's next.

Look, you need to keep
your nose out of this, all right.

You've already fucked up enough,
okay?

(birds chirping)

Sure you don't wanna?
No!

(upbeat music)

Another year,
you're still here

You're still here

I won't waste time..

(beep) Hi, this is Lance
from Ballarat Bank.

We just need a bit more information

about your employment
situation before we can approve

you going guarantor on
the mortgage for Mel O'Rourke.

Please give me a call back.
Thanks.

(beep)

Yeah, mate, I'll
give you a buzz back in 10.

Catch ya.
(beep)

Nicky, it's Col.

Rick said Turbo left the side door
unlocked again last night.

Have a word, will ya?
I'm popping into the shop later,

this arvo,
stick around, would ya?

(music continues)

Are you sure you
don't wanna do his suit black?

It's Batman.

It's not Batman. It's a fake Batman.

Oh, so it's like
a bad guy in Batman suit?

Yeah.
Okay, so it's Fakeman.

Why's that bloody door locked?
What are you doing here?

I was helping Mel with Jo.
She doesn't need your help.

I'm here now. Where is she?

She's upstairs asleep.

Has she told you about
the issue about the mortgage?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm working on it.

Oh! Easy.

I don't want you around the kids.

See you later, chicken.

Keep up the good work, hey,
I love your colour choice.

It's fantastic.

Love you, Mum.

Who are you?

Neighbourhood Watch.

You Nick O'Rourke?

Who's asking?
I'm fucking asking.

And what do you want?

Just hop in the car.
We'll go for a little drive.

A little chat.
Nah.

Don't be a big girl's blouse.
Go for a quick ride. Hop in.

I'm fine. We can talk right here.

Okay. I understand you used
to run Col's workshop down there.

(cellphone ringtone playing)

So where's the money?

It's upstairs
in the safe in the office.

Funny enough,
there wasn't that much in there.

You probably should have
hit it before payday then.

(phone vibrating)

Look, I know Col's parking
money there for months.

Stop fucking me around.

Look, all the money
I know about was in the safe

in the office upstairs. If Col was
parking money somewhere else,

that's news to me, mate.
I just ran the place.

Yeah, right,
that's what you said yeah. Yeah.

Well, this is the way's
it's going to go down, all right?

So I know that you know
a lot more than you're letting on.

And if you don't,
huh, you'll find a way to.

Now, what I want
is what was in the safe, or 50 grand,

which is what a little birdie
told me was in there.

Hey, hey. And I want it in 48 hours.

Get it? You deliver it to me,
no one else.

And then I will pass it onto Erin.
I made myself understood?

Is that it?
No. I think I should mention

the fact that Col
was offered the same deal.

And you know what happened there.

Okay.

Hey, whose place is that?

Just a mate's.

- A mate's? Alright.

Say hello to your sister
and the kid from me, eh?

Yep.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

My guy just called me.

Why'd you tell him
you were in the joint?

They're not impressed by that,
you know.

What do you want me to tell him?

Make something up, you prick.

Tell him you were managing a bar
in Thailand for three years.

Tell him you were
a gigolo in South Sudan.

Fucking anything.

I just wanna be up front.

You're gonna be up front
in the line of Centrelink

if you keep this shit up, man.

Just come over,
get your ass over here,

and we'll have a fucking beer.

Thanks.

Nice spot. Nick.

I like it. I like it a lot.

You following me, Pete?

If I did, what would I see?

Nothing interesting.

Why do I doubt that?

Because you got trust issues.

Maybe. Or maybe I hear things
and I'm a curious cat.

So when I heard
that there was a shooting

at your work today,
I did some digging into

who's signing the cheques
in that place.

Not good for you.

No?
No.

See, now I have to
kick it up the chain

that you were working for a person

with organised crime connections
who just got murdered.

Hang on, I'm just the manager
in a workshop.

If that place was owned
by someone dodgy,

then that's news to me, too.

It's not gonna look like
that to them.

It's gonna look like
a gross violation of your parole,

which it is.

You'll be back in the slammer
before you know it.

Unless...

Unless what?

Let's just be honest.

You knew what was going on
in that place.

I mean, how could you not?
But whatever, no skin off my nose.

What it tells me though
is that you're a person

that can find some cash fast.

Which is fortuitous for me
because it's football season

and I need a new TV.

And when I say new TV,
I mean a big $10,000 TV.

So if I was to say find
a bag of cash on my doorstep,

I'd be pretty happy.

I might be so happy
watching the footy on my new TV

that I'd forget to pass on the
information about your employment.

10 grand? I can't fucking do that.

You know I can't do that.

I reckon you can and you better.

I mean, who's gonna pay
your sister's medical bills?

Yeah, I know, you didn't think
I knew about that.

Kind of hard to do from the clink.

You'll do the right thing.

I have faith in you, Nick.

Oh. And I've organised
a drug test for you next Wednesday.

Never can be too careful
about these things.

See you around.

If the horse
has got a sinus issue,

like this fella back here,
then leads to other issues.

But good news, we got him
in the country meet.

So has he any chance of placing?
Well, it's a regional race.

It's his first run back,
so probably not.

How much does last place pay?

Fuck all.

Don't judge your book
by its cover though, right?

You're not gonna come last,
though, are you, mate?

No, you are the winner.

Just looking for someone
who'll believe in you.

So?
Hmm.

It's not gonna get us
the 50K right away,

but it'd be nice if we get on him
with some good odds, right?

A few races.

Yeah. A horse with issues
and no chance of winning.

Sounds like one of us already.

Hmm. I'm telling you, man.

I saw a look in his eyes.

50-1.

I'm gonna have us sitting
at a beach, beer in hand,

by next weekend.

I'd settle for not having
to look over my shoulder one day.

Now what the fuck is nitrogen?

What? What's got you down
in the dumps now, man?

One of the guys
that's taken over Col's place

came looking for the missing 50K
last night at Mel's house.

Told me I got 48 hours.

50K? He said it was on you?
Yeah. Yeah. Thanks for that.

Plus my dodgy PO officer
is trying to blackmail me

because he knows Col was connected.

Our boy's paying 50-1.

That's a thousand bucks, right?

Yeah. That's a thousand bucks.
Do you have a thousand bucks?

No, I don't have a thousand bucks.

I know where we can get
a thousand bucks.

Don't worry about it.
He's just sniffing around.

He doesn't know who's got it.
But fuck me.

At what point do you stop
getting up off the ground

after life repeatedly
kicks you in the fucking balls?

Ice Pick says you don't wanna fuck
around with these guys, Nick.

And I've got the perfect way
to get us out of this.

I got Col's phone in my car.

That's right.

Before they kicked us
outta the workshop.

And? And it's got
all the guys he took bets off.

More importantly,
all the ones that owe him money.

How many times are you in it?

It's irrelevant.

Hey, hey come on, man.

What?

We call, we collect on
a few of the big ones, right?

Use that to bankroll
the one on the horses.

Bet it all.
Get up to 100K, cash out.

You've done it before.
Yeah, but that was a fucking fluke.

Turbo, a fluke, mate. It's once
in a fucking lifetime. Okay?

No, we'll just this fuck up, too.
All right, okay.

I'm calling it.

You forced my hand.
I'm calling it. This is your favour.

That's right. We're doing it.

Hey, come on, man.

It's just collecting money.

Fuck!

Yes. All right.

This is gonna be fun.

500 dollary doos.

That's all we're asking
then we won't bug you anymore.

I don't have 500 dollary doos.
Why don't you go see my brother?

I don't wanna see your brother.
He's just as fucking ugly as you.

You owe us the money,
you silly freak. Okay?

So give us the money.
Otherwise he's gonna come over here.

He's gonna pistol whip you
with the gun he's got down the back

of his dacks, and you're gonna
get blood all over these beautiful

surfboards and
I don't want that to happen.

They're works of art and I'd hate to
see that go to waste.

They are works of art.
They're beautiful things.

I'm telling you,
I don't have your money.

I don't have your money,
but I do know muay thai.

Regardless of your relationship
with Asian cattle, mate,

just give us the fucking money,
okay?

Otherwise he's gonna come
over here and smash you.

I don't have your money.

All right, you stupid motherfucker.
You better listen up close.

Okay.
Give me that fucking money

or I'm gonna take that longboard
and shove it up your ass.

Okay. Okay.
I've got half now and half tomorrow.

Great! Why don't you
just run out the back there

and grab it
like a good little boy.

Fucking wanker.

(cheerful music)

(cheerful music continues)

(music continues)

One thing I never understood.
You guys are cousins, right?

The only thing you
should be worried about

is how much money you owe Col.

Now where is the money?

Thank you very much.

Oi. Let's go.

Tom P, that's you right?
Yeah, that's me.

So where's Col's $3,000?

Screw this shit. Too dangerous.
Agreed.

You waiting for plan B?
Yeah. All right.

(tense music)

There's still guys in there.
We've gotta get them out.

I got something for that.

(music continues)

Check this out.

There's a fucking safe in here?
Yep.

(upbeat music)

No, my dad told me my mom
was abducted by aliens.

Kyle told me the truth.

Your uncle used to be a trainer.
He still work there?

No, no. He got suspended

for purposely losing horses
in poker games.

Then he was paying off bush jockeys,
so his shit horses would win.

He's retired now.

You were a bush jockey?

I was a country member.
Yeah, I remember.

Did he ever pay you off?

All the fucking time.

Bush jockeys get paid shit,
especially the piss heads.

When some guy
comes up offers you twice

what you getting paid to take it easy

on some meaningless race
on a Tuesday, you're all ears.

Wait, what was his name again?

Uncle Mal.
Oh, shit, Mal. That's right.

God, top bloke to have
a beer with, though?

One of the best.

Mom used to say Uncle Mal
never finished nothing

in his life, but I saw him
finish plenty of six packs,

I don't mind telling you.

This is the dumbest fucking idea
out of a catalogue

of greatest hits of yours, Turbo.

Okay, Negative Nancy.

You forget about our little
caddy shack episode before?

The fact of how difficult
it's proven to be to find anybody

with actual cash on 'em these days.

This is the closest thing
we got to a sure bet, man,

especially in 48 something hours.

I was always fucking
shit at the fillies.

Well, your shit?

Your shit's better than
80% of people's good.

So have some self-confidence.

Righto. I'll be back.

Five jobs, eh?

Yep.
Five jobs.

That's five grand.

Very well observed.

Is that anywhere close
to hitting my pocket?

I needed to use
some money for something else.

Now because of this,
that's gonna take a little longer.

But tell you what, once I move that,

I'll push you back your 5K and
then when something else pops up,

I'll let you invest in it, right?

Everyone's a winner.

I really need that money
like as soon as possible.

Well, tough shit, mate.
I need the money, too.

You're not the only one with issues.

Once I have it,
you'll have it, all right?

Don't forget who you're talking to.

Hey, Artie, how are you, mate?

Yeah, no, no, I'm good.
I'm good. Thanks.

Hey listen,
I'm just at the track now,

and I was just wondering
if you wanted to...

No, I'm at the track.

No, everything's fine. Thanks, mate.

Anyway, look,
I just wanted to pick your brain.

They've got this Melbourne runner up
running tonight

and I don't see
what the fuss is all about.

I just wondered, do you like it?

Yeah, race five, number eight.

This Melbourne thing.

Oh, you don't like it, eh?
Oh, well, if you don't like it...

Yeah, no worries, mate.
I'll call you back.

That's another fucking thing.
Even if we do win,

I'm supposed to just walk
outta here with 50 grand in a bag.

No one knows we got the money.

So how the fuck
are we supposed to know?

So who we backing, fellas?

Nobody special.

There was a little bit of commotion
at the warehouse last night.

You know anything about it?

Nope.

Somebody was trying to get
in and get Col's money, huh?

So how much did you get, boys?

Is this the fuckhead who showed up
at Mel's the other day?

Hey, hey, come on. Be nice.

That's the kind of thing that could
come back at you, don't you think?

Settle down, sweetheart. Come on.

While we're all still friends,
true or false, it wasn't you?

Yeah, that's right.

And you're definitely
sticking to that story?

Listen, buddy, I think
maybe someone's been telling you

porky pies about
there being money back in there.

Hmm? You got your knickers
in a twist about nothing.

It's
okay. Doesn't matter.

Because eventually,
we'll find out, yeah?

Commentator:
Almost set for our next race...

Backing any winners?
No. I'm just having a look.

Fucking bullshit! I heard
you were really good at this, huh?

If I gave you 100 bucks,
what could I get?

Fucked. You could get fucked.

Fucking comedian.

That was a long time ago.

I don't do that anymore.

What about this thing up
from Melbourne in the next?

What do you reckon?

Nah, I don't like it.
But that's just me.

You don't like it?

What is it you don't like about it?

I just think there's better options.

But again, that's just me.

There's better options
but that's just you.

Why do you keep repeating shit?

You're not bullshitting me, are you?
Trying to keep it to yourself?

No.

We'll see, I suppose.

Hey, hey, have a nice day.

Don't spend it all in one place.

I love your hair.

Fuck!

G'day, Norms. Long time.

Hey, Nico.
Yeah, it's been a while.

Everything good? Oh, you know,
same shit, different depth.

I thought you just
did the dish lickers, mate.

Oh, nah, mate.
These days you've gotta do it all.

Yeah, I heard that.

Listen, Norm,
I've gotta put a big chunk

on the number four
in the next, mate.

How much is a big chunk?

That much?

Fuck me, Nico.

Yeah, I can take that bet,

but I'll need you
to lay half of it off inside

while I count this.
On the four?

No, the eight. This thing
I've got up from Melbourne.

What have you heard?

Oi! Now correct me if I'm wrong,

but did I just see you
put a chunk of coin

on that fucking Melbourne horse?

You prick. I thought you said
you didn't like it.

I don't. Bookie mate of mine
asked me to put a bet on for him.

I'm on the number four.
Bookie mate!

If you are... Fucking arse,
what do you think I am, an idiot?

Take me for some sort of dumb cunt?

Look, I dunno what
to tell you, okay?

There's my ticket.

I gotta go.
No, you don't mate.

You're going to stand here
and watch this fucking race with me.

And I swear to God, you better pray

that fucking Melbourne
cock-sucking horse doesn't win.

But if it does,
there'll be fucking words.

I don't like
him, but that's just me.

Fucking hell!
You fucking...

Commentator: We are ready to run.

Gates open,
they're off and racing now.

Crimson Reward
from the inside left quickly,

Contribute shows good speed
from towards the middle.

And there's Red Deception
going forward.

Maltali's going to land
behind them in about fourth spot

from Inflamed,
who's a length away in fifth.

Next then came First Sun,
follow Two For The Back

to Money Bear from Secret Note
and Bullet Force is last of all.

So Crimson Reward takes up
the lead towards the side

of the 700 metre mark,
round the final corner

with 350 metres to go.

Crimson Reward tries to kick away,

led by two lengths to Inflamed,

who's getting up on
the inside from Maltali,

with 150 metres to go.

But quickly Money Bear
is sprinting hard on the outside.

Money Bear moves up to
Crimson Reward and then Inflamed.

And it's Money Bear who's too good.

Money Bear...
Good one, dickhead.

Listen, do yourself a favour.

You get that money,
you bring it to me

and I will pass it on.
Do you understand?

No, do you fucking understand?

Yeah, I got it.

Good. Fuck off.

Fucking hell!

It's still running!

Yeah.
You always were shit with fillies.

This kid's still got the money.

I say we rock and roll
to the casino with great haste.

Chuck it all on black.
What if he doesn't have the money?

What do we do then,
smartest man alive?

got a little trick up my sleeve.

Oh, what a shithole this place is.

See the locks on them doors?

If this kid has the money,

it's gonna be real fun getting
outta here without getting robbed.

I'm telling you.
Fucking take it easy, Karen.

Who the fuck is Karen?

It's fucking you, bitching
and moaning and carrying on.

Patty?

Look what the cat dragged in, mate.
Holy shit!

Turbo, is that really you?
The one and only.

Hey, you're not here
to borrow more money, are you?

Same old Patty.

Hey, you guys know
Petro Peterson died, right?

Right.

He was working with me
here last year.

Shit!

Listen, Patty, we came to see you
to talk about your son, mate.

How much does he owe?
50 grand.

Oi, get out here.

You know anything about this?

Well, yeah, it's not
a gambling debt.

I owe them some money.
Not 50 grand, but some.

So you owe them money,
but you don't owe them money.

It's all about some landscaping
work we did for her.

Who's we?

Me and this guy
I was helping out. JP.

JP found these garbage bags
filled with money in them

as we were digging up
this pond in her backyard.

I guess JP must have
grabbed them afterwards

because people started
grumbling about missing money

about a week ago.

So what happens now?

Can you call him? Nah, he hasn't
been returning my calls for days.

Look, I know this JP dropkick.

Go round. Have a word.

Wait, wait, wait. Stop. Stop.
Put your mask on.

got a beard on. I don't need a mask.

What do you mean you got a beard on,
you don't need a mask?

Put a fucking mask on.

You want a mask to cover the beard?
Cover my face?

How many fucking layers of
coverage do we need here?

I want the fucking mask on.
Just put the mask on.

Christ.
Put the fucking mask on!

Hey, buddy.

Have you seen Kent?
Who the fuck is Kent?

What, this isn't Kent's house?

We must have the wrong place.

Oh, shit! Sorry.
That's on me.

I was in a rush when
I wrote down the address.

It's my bad, obviously.

I guess we're the silly Kents!

Hey. Feel me mate?

Yeah.
We'll be gone.

Stay right there, Stretch.

Right you are.

That JP guy send you to watch me?

JP who?
JP the slimy four-eyed fuck

that kidnapped me and dumped me
here.

Holy shit! He fucking kidnapped you?

You're not supposed to be here?

What was your first clue?

So I can see you're the brains.
That's true, yeah.

Look, we can help you with that.
We just came by to get some stuff

'cause he's ducking a mate of ours.
We'll just quickly grab this stuff,

and then we can grab you
and we can split. It's no sweat.

So you don't know him?
No, Fuck, JP, no! No.

This thing isn't even loaded.

Tony Soprano left it on
the bench here this afternoon.

Doesn't even realise.

So you've been here
for a couple of days, no?

You wouldn't happen to know
where he would keep stuff?

Oh, he spends most of
his time in his bedroom.

Beyond that, fuck knows.

I'm gonna check the
bedroom and see if you just...

Just a second.
Talk amongst yourselves.

So you get some good
mileage on that thing?

So what's the ordeal, Stretch?

What's your name?

Turbo.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

So what's the go here?
You blokes a couple of love birds,

get a sexual thrill outta
breaking into people's houses.

Um, maybe.

Why are you frowning like
I just offered you a salad?

We good?

How much is that?

Is it 50K worth?
I don't think so.

But let's not fucking stick around
to count it, okay?

Let's fuck off.

Yoo-hoo, shitheads.

Now, if one of you suss dogs
touches my genitals,

we're gonna have
a real fucking problem.

Especially you, Baldy Lox.

Aye, aye, captain.
He's got a mouth on him, hasn't he?

Wait till you get your own nickname.
You got a nickname?

It's on wheels. Just push
the fucking thing. This way.

So just a water?
And a Milky Way.

So how much you know
about this JP guy anyway?

Other than he likes
to kidnap people.

Is he dangerous?

What do I look like?
The world's greatest detective?

It's called legwork for a reason.

Do your own dirty work,
Thicky Minaj.

So what's in the bag?

Oh, yahtzee!

Yeah, well, it's still not enough.

So where we dropping
you off, Wheelchair?

Don't call him wheelchair.

If he's gonna call me Thicky Minaj,
I'm gonna call him Wheelchair.

You know I know a bloke
who could help you double that

if you willing to
kick a bit back my way.

Yeah, we could do that.

Where is he?
He's not far.

Buckle up and I'll show you,
Toupee Jay.

Toupee Jay?

You know these fellas?
Yeah. They're harmless.

I've met fucking farm animals
smarter than this one.

Anyway, how do I get some fucking
spring rolls in this joint?

You can womp your fat arse up there,
and get yourself.

You fat fuck!
Love it when you talk dirty to me.

Hooroo, shitheads!

You all right?
You got a phone?

Give me the phone.

Yo.
Hey, it's me.

I got a couple of blokes here
with a bag of pineapples.

You know anything about that?

No.

(speaking foreign language)

What the fuck is with this one?

Hey listen, ask them
if they have any coke.

I might be able to take it
off their hands tonight.

I've got some famous actors
staying in town.

Hello? Fucking believe this,
bloody dickhead's put me on hold.

Right, I'm going to the gym.

Sorry about that, boys.

Yeah, hey.

Prick's hung up on me!

Yeah, all right, boys.
I can do something with this.

Yeah. How much are we talking about?

Well, looks like
you've got about five grand.

So conservatively I could
flip that for nine, maybe 10.

And when can we get the money back?

A week, maybe two.

That's gonna be a problem.

Can you do a little quicker
than that?

Maybe call your friend back.

That dead shit? Nah.

Look, is there any way
we can get it back like tonight?

Boys, this is how I work.

You don't like it?
You wanna be cop magnets?

What the fuck is this?

It's a fucking keyring, why?

That's a tracking device.

You're fucking cops.
No, we're not fucking cops.

(engine revving)

(bright music)

Do you think it was JP?
Uh-huh.

Listen, we're gonna have
to fucking keep our head

on a swivel 'cause
this shit's getting out of control.

Oh, well I guess JP knows
we got his money.

Fucking oath, he does.

I made some calls...
Hello, gents.

Long time no see. Why don't
we all go upstairs and catch up?

No beer? What a shocker.

Old mate, he doesn't mind
a bit of a hooch just quietly.

Sushi. Nice.

But my lovely new friend Erin here

has been telling me
some very interesting stories

about all the adventures
that you two have been getting into.

Seems I have underestimated you,
Nick, you sneaky little prick.

So I'm thinking
we should maybe renegotiate

this little deal of ours.

I figure when you get Erin
the money you owe her,

you get me the same amount.

It's only fair. I mean...

What a dick!

Don't say I don't do
anything for your two boys.

I just saved you 50 grand.

Now where are you two
fuck-knuckles at with my money?

We're close.

Well, we are not here
to fuck spiders, boys.

The fucking clock's ticking.

We'll have your money by tomorrow.

Chill.

Throw a shrimp on
the barbie or something.

I'll put you on the barbie
if you keep mouthing off, fuckhead.

Look, we're just having
a bit of trouble finding

where Col kept the money.
That's all.

So we're just trying to
manufacture it ourselves.

And that takes time, so.

Well, fellas,
tomorrow afternoon, don't be late.

Or next time
I'm gonna come back angry.

Have fun cleaning up
that cocksucker.

I don't wanna do this again.

Sure this guy's dead? His fucking
brains are all through my fridge.

I'm pretty sure he's fucking dead.

Kinda looks like he's looking at me.

You standing right above him.

Still kinda looks like
he's looking at me, man.

Stick your finger up his arse and
see if he shuts his eyes then, hey?

Just fucking wrap him up.

What the fuck is this?
Turn it the other way,

it's fucking longer one way.

Oh, that fixed it.
I'm gonna change his fucking diaper.

It's just what I had
in the fucking car, okay.

Just fucking wrap him up.

It does look like
he's looking at you, doesn't it?

Shut up, and fucking help me!

This is fucking bullshit, man.

Tell you, I gotta get back
into the gym.

Hold on a second.

Yo.
Hey, buddy.

My friend Kenji said
you might be the right guy

to talk to about getting
rid of some product.

Oh, yeah?
Pineapples.

How many are you talking about?

About 10,000 worth.

That's a lot.

That's okay, we can go elsewhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, big dog.

I just wanna know
where you got that much.

From Hawaii. What does it matter?

Listen, come by my place, all right?

Okay. I'll text you the details.
Beautiful.

Nice work, Scarface.

So do you actually know somewhere
where you can get some cocaine?

I may do.

This way, gentlemen.

(upbeat music)

Run away, run away,
run away from you

Run away, run away, run away

(music continues)

Take a seat, fellas.

So I hear
you're chasing after some gear?

Yeah.
Sweet as.

Let's take a look at
the dollars then, hey?

Nice.

So, Turbo, you know I like you.

Bad news for you, sport,

your mate here's a cop.

I'm a cop?
Mhm-hmm.

Ahshh! You're a cop.

So how could you tell?
The haircut.

See, you cops all have that
same special cop haircut.

And that's the haircut.
Right.

You know if you looked up
the word cop in the dictionary,

you know what you'd find?

The definition of the word cop?

Yep. Only a cop would know that.

You're a cop, no deal.

Well, hey, hey, hey, hey.
So come on.

What can we do to make
this situation go away?

You got a dick pic?

See, a cop wouldn't have a dick pic
on his phone now, would he?

Ah, no, sorry.

I'm all outta dick pics, I'm afraid.

I got a dick pic.
I got a good one.

Check this out.
Yeah, nah. Fuck no, Turbo.

I'd imagine your dick would
look like the surface of the moon.

It's this fella here
that's the concern.

Come on, boys. The faster we get
this over and done with,

the faster you both can
skedaddle out of here.

What do you reckon, eh?
So what do you wanna do?

Oh, come on.
Don't be an egg.

My camera phone
has excellent megapixels.

Are you fucking serious?
Oh, I'm very serious, bro.

Fuck!

Don't you fucking look.

(all laughing)

We got him good.
Oh, man!

That worked way better
than I thought it would.

Thank fuck. I thought we were
dealing with some fucking pervert.

Oh, you were. She's just also
a practical joker, too.

I can still take a picture
of your dick if you want, bro.

(cheerful music)

(music continues)

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Pineapple Pete.

Who the fuck is that?
That's Pineapple Paul.

Pineapple Pete and Pineapple Paul.

Come in.

So it's Eric,
but don't call me fucking Eric.

Because if you call me Eric,
I'll fucking kill you.

What do you got?
Yeah. That's my shit.

Over here. Over here.

It's got your name on it.

Abbott and Costello.

Thank you, boys.

Goddamn! That's not bad.

So you got a movie star
staying here, eh?

Yeah. Yeah, a movie star, brother.

But movie star's
a very broad definition,

you know what I mean?
Like I could have been a movie star.

Stella!

How hard is that?
You wanna play rough?

Okay! (mimics moaning)

Hey, listen, what's your name?

Turbo.
Turbo?

Is that Italian?
Half Italian, half Irish.

Boys, I don't wanna be
the bearer of bad news, okay?

This is fucking...

This is not 10 grand.

We think it's 10.

Hey, Cherry Bomb!

(speaking foreign language)

Subtitles, get the money from
the fucking cupboard, yeah.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

Five and a half.

And that's where we're at.

If you think that's 10 grand,

you've got fucking rocks
in your head, brother.

How do we get it closer to 10?

What are you gonna do?
Hang on a sec.

Abra fucking Cadabra!

Five and a half
is still five and a half.

You want to go get 10 grand's worth,
go get 10 grand's worth.

But this ain't fucking
10 grand's worth.

Hey, asshole! It's gonna be 10.

You pulling a gun on me?
Are you fucking serious?

Are you fuck... Hun!

They're pulling a gun on me
in my house.

I know.

Sweetheart, give me the bitch.

My dick is bigger than yours.

Not for much fucking longer.

Woohoo, yeah!

I said five, motherfucker!

If all fear is rooted
in the fear of death,

motherfucker,
there is nothing to fear.

Okay, okay, you know what?

You drive a hard one.

Let me ask you a question.

Are you a nihilist or an idealist?

Because that's important.

Take my eyes!
But not that.

Is this fucking guy for real?

Is this fucking guy for real?
I told him five and a half.

And I'm doing you a favour
'cause I like you, bro, okay?

And this guy, he wants 10.
Where we at?

Fuckface!

Fuckidy. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuckface!

Movie star.

Oh, yeah!

Movie star, motherfucker.

Oh, yeah!

- Oh, motherfucking, yeah!

Where the fuck
did you get a gun from?

Bernie.

When was the last time we met here?

Long time.

Got some work for you
if you want it.

Just like the old days?

Just like the old days.

A few blokes pulling a job,

getting out around five o'clock
this arvo.

We're gonna grab them
as they're coming out.

How many's the few?

Dunno, maybe two, three.

But I've seen more braids
in a Bangkok whorehouse

than with these guys.
Need anybody else?

Don't think so.

Okay. I'll get
my equipment together.

I'll meet you guys at 5pm sharp.

Nice hat.

Hey.
Hello.

Look, I'm a mate of Nick's.
Is he home?

No, I haven't seen him
for a few days.

Oh, right, a few days. Alright.

He's meant to leave
something here for me.

He didn't drop a bag off
or anything, did he?

No. Look, if he does, I'll let him
know you're looking for him.

No, that's all right.

Probably come back later.

That's a cute kid.

Hello.

You two have a lovely day.

What are they doing?

JP's robbing some joint.

Wanted me to work getaway.

Either way, once they come out,
we ambush them,

take it off their hands.

(watch beeping)

What the fuck was that?

Oh, Mel bought me a new watch

since I no longer have
a phone to set alarms.

Turn it off.

Don't want it going off
at the wrong moment.

Where the fuck is Patty?

Hey, here he is. He's here.

Sorry, boys.

Fucking flat tyre.

Where the fuck's Patty?
On the inside.

Where the fuck is that...

(suspense music)

(suspense music continues)

Motherfuckers!

(bright music continues)

Hey, Cricket, is that you?

I'll just grab us
a couple of beers, mate.

Hey, hey.
Take it easy, big guy.

Nick, you're in here? Cuz?

Look who the fuck it is.

You stole my money.
Your fucking money?

Five grand plus interest,
motherfucker!

I'll get your five grand
right here, bitch!

(gunshots firing)

Where the fuck have you been, Patty?

Boys, boys, boys.

Well, that's not cash.
You guys are fucked!

Is that a Mexican standoff?

I'm pretty sure that
was a Mexican standoff.

Come on, numb nuts. I'll give you
a free ride to the hospital.

You've seen worse.

(gentle music)

You look thirsty, mate.
Saves me a walk.

So how you been?

Oh, you know,
same shit, different depth.

You sort out that little problem?

No, not yet.

How much do you owe?

All of it.

Right. How much do you have?

I got six grand to start with.

Righto. When's it due?
Yesterday.

Right. No, we can fix this.

Now, this is an oldie but a goodie.
You take that six grand you have,

you put one grand of it onto a horse
racing in the bush tomorrow.

Doesn't matter who,
just pick a name.

Yeah, I backed roughies before,
and it doesn't work out so well.

Just listen.
This is gonna be beautiful.

You then take the other five grand,
and you put it on the same horse

that's gonna bring the price in,

which is why you put
your money down first.

Then you call this boss lady
and you say,

"I'm sorry I don't have the money.

"But what I did find
was a $5,000 ticket for a horse

"that's racing tomorrow,
paying 35-1."

If it wins,
you'll get $175,000 you tell her.

She'll ask what horse? Where?

Then you just sit and wait.

Well, what then?

Well, then you stop asking
stupid fucking questions.

You've gotta stop
over-complicating things, Nick.

All you have to worry about
is making sure

that you leave that ticket
in the boss's house.

Then you wrap
your laughing gear around a beer

while you're watching
the race tomorrow.

If it doesn't get up, you hop
on your bike and you fuck off.

And you fuck off quick.

But if it does, you just remember
your old mate Potsy.

Oh, hey. Yeah, look Erin, it's me.

I know it's not 50K, but we found
a ticket at Col's place.

We think Col got some tip
on a roughie running

in the bush because
it's five grand at 35-1.

That's $175,000 if it wins.

Anyway, thought you might
be interested, that's all.

Alright, will do.

Have a good day.

Fucking bitch!

(cheerful music)

Commentator:
And we're just about ready to go,

gates open and they're off now.

Mel's Secret was away quite well,

but not as well as
Wide Ribbon from out wide.

(commentary continues)

..Mel's Secret now takes the lead,

starts to edge away,
and Mel's Secret

is going to win well by two lengths
over White Ribbon.

Third is Madam Rock,

and then Bold Delargo
and Grenadiers was last.

Hey.
Oh, hey.

Is he here?

No.
No, no, okay.

All right, well,
maybe I'll just wait.

You want a cuppa?
What?

Do you want a cuppa?
No.

It's all right.

Nice deck.

Goes well with the garden.

Yeah, thanks.
We've had some great times out there.

So I'm back because him
and his little mate were meant

to drop a bag off for me yesterday
and they didn't.

So here I am.

I haven't seen Nick
since yesterday, so.

Alright, where's the little one?

She's at school.

All right. I'm gonna take
a another walk around.

But if you're lying to me
and he's here,

I'm not gonna be very fucking happy.

Look, as I said,
I haven't seen Nick since yesterday.

Yeah, that's what you said.

We'll just take
a look around then, hey?

Don't mind?

See, he is not here, okay?

Yeah, you said it.

Call him.

I think it's time you leave.
Call him.

Hurry up. Hurry up!

Nick ever tell you
why he went to jail?

No, he didn't.
I don't give a fuck.

See, Nick grew up at the racetrack.

This one night,
this mob guy comes up to Nick

and he asks him for a tip,
and Nick knew who he was,

and didn't wanna cause any trouble.
So he gives him one and it wins.

For weeks, this prick
just keeps coming up to Nick

and asking him for tips.

And one night when
Nick's sure thing doesn't win,

this mob guy,
like he tells Nick

that he owes him the 20K
that he just lost on the race.

Nick didn't have that kind
of money, so after 24 hours,

the guy shows up here
threatening me and my daughter.

He thinks that's a way to get
to Nick, except Nick was here.

He came out of
that walk-in right there

with a spanner in his hand
and he hit the guy in the head

with it over and over,
and over and over again

till the guy stopped moving.

And then Nick and I
buried his body out there under

the deck, the one you like.

He's still out there.

And then Col paid some money
to make the problem go away.

And then Nick got pinched trying
to get the money to pay back Col.

And that's why Nick went to jail.

(intense music)

Ahoy, poloy.
Hey.

How the hell does
a guy take so long to get ready

and still look so fucking ugly?
Hey, you got a new phone?

Yeah, well somebody
killed my other one.

Is this what 50 grand feels like?

Christ, there's a whole lot more
than 50 grand here.

I found Col's other stash.

Oh! Tell me about it.

Yep. As soon as I figured out
what was going on.

Could only get 20-1, though.

Who gives a fuck?
I told you our boy was special.

He's going places!

Turbo, you know they paid
all the other jockeys off

so our boy would win, right?

Eh, you can believe that if you want.
I'm telling you, he's a champion.

Why your fingernails so dirty?

Don't worry about it.

(gentle music)

We can still be fine

Still feel right,
like the first time

And we can still climb

Still be mine in the first light

'Cause it's right on time...

Yo, I'm just
thinking out loud here,

you know,
what we can spend our money on.

I'm talking serious investments,

not gambling,
or throwing the shit away.

You know, talking like
strippers, tailored suits...

Holy shit, look at that dog.
That dog's got one fucking leg.

It's got more wheels than legs.

Yo, what's your dog's name?
Rolly?

Things are looking up.

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Came from ruins so dark

Your mood still seems to shine

And I can touch the sky

Still be mine in the first light

'Cause it's right on time

Pull the splinter from my mind

I'm not trying not to be tired

I can feel around in the dark

And I'm not tired

Let the lights hit my highs

Let go of your time

Pull the splinter from my mind

I'm not trying not to be tired

I can feel around in the dark

And I'm not tired

Let the lights hit my highs

Let go of your time