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- An identical twin. - Dolores Bognor, 38.

She's been up in Thailand for six years.

There's just the small matter of you whacking my sister.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

I followed up on that brothel madam you were looking for.

Doreen Bognor is not missing.

But you were looking for her two weeks ago

and no one's seen her since.

I've got a big block of land in Redfern.

I reckon it'd make a terrific park

for the local kiddies to play.

- I'm all about the local kiddies. - Yeah.

Especially in an election year.

How'd that lady copper go the other night?

Took your time taking her to the train station.

She got a cab, for your information.

Next stop, Bangkok. Go on.

We had a great thing going on, didn't we?

Now, who here's heard of the saying,

"Revenge is a dish best served cold?"

Bowen Lager, the beer me and me mates drink.

You are a goddamn revelation.

- I am? - He is?

Let's sign him up before someone else does.

Les Hollywood Norton.

He'll be asking for his own dressing room next.

I'll have to speak to his agent

just to confirm his bloody shift.

Turn it up, fellas.

Deadset, three grand for a hard day's work.

- You would have jumped at it. - Not as fast as you did, I bet.

I suspect you're all just jealous.

I think Les looks ace.

Thank you, Georgie. Voice of reason, as always.

Hey, Edward! Good to see you. Gee, we missed you.

- Where you been? - Redfern, boss.

Redfern, soon to be home to the city's newest parkland gem.

Wait. We got the green light?

Yeah, Minister reckons new park in a run-down part of the city,

perfect PR in an election year.

Good to go as soon as the last tenant moves out.

Yeah, about that.

- There's been a bit of a snag. - What sort of snag?

Well, I did like you said.

Splashed the cash to make the tenants end their leases early,

and they all jumped except for this one bloke,

a Koori fella named Percy Kilby.

- Oh, shit. - A mate of yours?

I wouldn't exactly say that.

He's been running an Aboriginal charity there for years, apparently.

So, what's the problem? Doesn't his charity want me 25 grand?

No, quite the opposite. I did a bit of digging.

Turns out his charity's main focus

is on receiving donations for the local community,

and then doling them out to the local TAB and massage parlors.

Oh, charming.

He's been rorting the local mob for years, boss.

Somehow he's caught wind of this land deal

and he's holding on for a bigger slice of the pie.

- How much bigger? - Half a mil.

Ah! Half a mil?

Jeez, does this bloke know who I am?

He doesn't seem to care.

Now, I'd be happy to help him change his mind.

Somehow, I don't think that's the kind of PR that the Minister's after.

Oh, you think?

"Colorful racing identity orders bashing of Aboriginal charity worker."

Papers would have a field day.

Okay. So, I… I can't let him stay

and I can't make him go.

He's got me by the short and curlies.

Price, how about…

- Nah. - No, come on. Spit it out.

There's no such thing as a dumb idea at this point, son.

Okay.

Have any of youse ever heard of…

the boys from Binjiwunyawunya, hmm?

- Where are they coming in from again? - Not sure, brother.

They booked their own flights.

Where is Binjiwunyawunya, anyway?

- Binjiwunyawunya. - What did I say?

Arnhem Land, I think.

Or the Kimberleys, maybe.

You know what? I'm not entirely sure.

You don't know?

How'd you get onto them?

Bush telegraph.

Spoke to the uncles,

and they spoke to some other uncles and they set it up for me.

So, you don't actually know these blokes personally?

Nah, these fellas are proper outback black.

I'm only third-generation La Per, brah.

How do you know they're gonna get the job done?

They'll get it done.

Billy Dunne to the rescue, yet again.

Hah. Pow!

Hope you haven't talked this up, mate.

Boss is expecting big things.

- His reputation's on the line. - And he'll get them.

As the old saying goes,

there's more ways to kill a cat than choking it with cheese.

Actually, I think I might have fucked that up.

Welcome to Sydney, fellas. Name's Billy Dunne.

Nice to meet youse.

G'day, fellas. How are you? Les. Nice to meet you.

So, while Les was busy

getting a crash course in the cold shoulder,

our Bangkok bangers were on the hunt

for the big carrot top and their missing 50 large.

But, being new in town,

Les was still an unknown quantity.

He'd been spotted a few times working the heavy bag

at Giles Baths in Coogee.

But today, the only heavy bags on display

were jammed into sluggos,

and none of their owners seemed that keen to help out.

Ditto the council workers in Bondi,

who were more interested in demolishing Chiko Rolls and iced coffee Mooves

than helping a posse of Oriental men find some random ranga.

- No one's seen him, boss. - Where is the sneaky redheaded fuck?

Wouldn't we be better off focusing on Price?

No! Price is on high alert since Wrongside.

We'd be mad to go at him headfirst.

Look, we've got to take down his organization piece by piece.

And Les Norton is the perfect place to start.

And how do you figure that?

Well, his other two heavies are seasoned campaigners.

Word is blood nut is a rookie. Low-hanging fruit.

And if we can nail him away from work, even better.

You're probably right.

So, for better or worse,

playing escort to the boys from Binjiwunyawunya

was saving Les Norton's bacon,

not that he was feeling real grateful just at that moment.

Go on in. Make yourselves at home.

Now, I'm sure the uncles mentioned

that none of this can be linked back to Price, yeah?

So, you have to stay in here for the duration, incognito.

I made a deal with the publican,

so you have the room to yourselves all week.

Right. That's the mark there.

Direct line of sight as requested.

Now, remember,

you're just here to scare the bastard to move out. Nothing more.

Have I made myself clear?

Little help, fellas?

Christ!

Les!

What's in there, a bloody bazooka?

Sorry, brother.

What do you think? Not too shabby, eh?

Yeah. Yeah, it's all right.

Yeah, decent. Decent size. Top view.

- Yeah. - Yeah, right.

Look at that. Sounds like they're into it.

Don't look at me, brother. Third-generation La Per, remember?

Ah! Yeah, of course.

Yeah, 50 large.

And the other half on completion.

And as for tucker, Les here will take care of anything you need.

He's dossing up in the room next door,

so if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

Think of him as your round-the-clock butler, eh?

Ah, actually, mate,

that might be a little tricky.

I'm on at the club tonight.

- I got Foghorn to cover your shifts. - What about my training?

Heard sit-ups are pretty deadly.

Sit-ups?

Just until the boys are finished up here, okay? Captain's call.

There you go, Uncle.

All right, then.

Uh, let's get you boys fed, eh?

How does some pies and sausage rolls sound?

Pies and sausage rolls?

They are professionals. What were you thinking?

I wasn't thinking sushi, that's for sure.

I mean, who eats fucking sushi?

Professionals do, obviously.

We're talking about elite operators here.

Yeah? They'd wanna be for that kind of money

- or didn't you think I seen that? - Don't you worry about the money,

just worry about keeping them happy.

Oh, yeah? And what exactly is it they're doing again?

Hmm?

I wanna know what they're doing if I'm looking after them.

Okay.

Listen, they're highly regarded fixers who are gonna help us solve

our little problem without anyone getting hurt.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

Remind me again why you aren't looking after them.

You couldn't pay me to hang around them boys.

It's a blackfella thing. You're a gubba. It's different for you.

Now, a little walking-around money.

Price said you can keep whatever you don't spend. Yeah?

Come on, brother. Just make sure they're fed and watered and leave 'em be.

Trust me, you won't even know they're here.

Have fun, brother.

What can I get you?

You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest sushi joint is, would you?

Sushi?

Yeah, uh, first left after the train station,

then head north for about 6,000 miles.

This is Redfern, love. You'd have more luck catching it yourself.

Terrific.

I don't know how you do it, Percy.

These things are fucking top of the line.

Oh, it's easier than you think, dealing with fat cats.

The more you ask, the more they trust you.

You're not worried old moneybags is gonna rock up to the community center

and wonder where all his fancy VHSs have gone?

This bloke wouldn't come to Redfern

if I promised him a 12-inch dick.

Fucking genius, cuz.

You should write a book.

Once this goanna Price Galese coughs up, maybe I will.

Come on, boy. Push.

How about I hold your tail? Come on. Here we go.

Now, push it out. That's it. Come on. Big push. Come on, mate.

Oh! Poor thing's a little backed up.

What the fuck are you doing here?

We could've done this over the phone, but you keep ducking my calls.

The reason is 'cause there's nothing to discuss.

Now piss off. I'm a busy man.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

Must be so hard playing three sides at once.

No idea what you're talking about.

I think you do, Ray.

See, on the one hand, you're a cop,

but on the other,

well, you've got a nice little deal happening with Price Ga-sleazy.

And then, to top that all off,

you were giving my sister the high hard one.

Yeah. I wonder what old Pricey would think of that one.

He'd think you're full of shit.

Oh, really? I don't reckon.

Not when I show him the full security tapes from the brothel.

Yeah, see, I watched the lot.

Just sat down, me and a six-pack of West Coast.

Cor! You and my sister make such a cute couple.

I bet you have a half mongrel right now being close to her genetic double, right?

- You're dreaming. - I don't think so.

See, I taught her everything she knows.

Everything.

What the fuck do you want?

Revenge.

Right, we both know Price whacked Doreen.

That's a fact.

So, now I'm gonna whack Price.

- What's funny? - You're an amateur.

You only get one shot at someone like Price Galese

and you've already had yours, remember?

Or have you forgotten about the whole Wrongside debacle?

I remember that just fine.

In fact, it taught me a valuable lesson.

What's that? Stick to low-end smut?

Never let a man do a woman's job.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause you've got Price's back.

When I take care of this job, I need you to look the other way.

That's all, is it? Any idea who you're talking to?

Yeah, of course I have an idea.

You're Ray 'Thumper' Burrell,

the most feared cop in the Cross, right?

Husband to Edith, who's got a jazzy new hairdo.

Father to little Ray Junior,

who went down in a tight one this morning in the under-9s.

Nailbiter.

Do you want me to go on?

Yeah.

Guess I'll leave you two to it.

Oh, if he's still backed up by tomorrow,

just lick your finger,

slide it up his date and wiggle it around a bit. Usually does the trick.

But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, lover boy?

Mate, I don't know where you're from,

but sushi's pretty hard to find.

I had to go all the way to Artarmon for this lot.

Not cheap, either. Plus the toll on the way back.

- And the other stuff? - Here.

Are you serious?

I asked for gourmet cooking,

not tabloid gossip.

Well, turn it up, sport.

I'm not sure you're gonna have much time for culinary exploits,

not with all the work you're here to do.

Hard at it, I see.

We do our job, you do yours.

"Stuffed olives, avocado, pears."

You sure you don't want some caviar while you're at it?

Yeah, it's on the bottom.

And, oh, mud crabs, two dozen.

- See, now I know you're taking the piss. - And fresh. Won't work otherwise.

Of course, he bloody is.

Have a good night.

Thank you.

- Billy. - Hey.

Foghorn.

- Les. How's it hanging? - I've been better, to tell the truth.

I heard.

Billy tells me you've been doing a spot of babysitting.

Yeah, something like that.

- Bit of a fall from grace, isn't it? - Hm?

I'd have a word to my agent about that.

Quick word, William.

What's up? They started yet?

I don't even know what they're doing, remember?

Why the hell are you up here for?

- You're supposed to be on hand. - That's what I'm bloody doing.

- They sent me out for mud crabs. - Mud crabs? Bloody hell.

Right? Meant to be a cheap solution.

- Bastards are costing me a fortune. - How many?

- What? - Mud crabs. How many?

- I don't know. Two dozen. - Two dozen? Shit!

What? What's that mean?

It's gonna be hard to find at this hour. That's all.

- This is bullshit. - Les…

No, you know that.

They've got you on the hop and they're having a complete lend.

- Don't let them hear that! - Or what?

Or what might happen to Percy Kilby might happen to you too.

Yeah? And what's that again?

Listen, boss is paying these blokes big money, yeah?

All they've done so far is take the piss. Are they fair dinkum fixers

or the next Margaret Fulton?

They'll pull it off, don't you worry.

Oh, I hope so, for your sake.

- Don't get on the big man's wrong side. - Speak for yourself.

Your cop girlfriend dropped by earlier.

Told me to tell you to give her a call.

Be careful there, too, hmm?

Now, duck up to Mr. Chow's on Macleay Street.

Price has a tab. Just say the crabs are for him, yeah?

Now, off you go. Chop-chop!

Bullshit.

Say goodbye to Hollywood.

It's all right, Big Red.

- He's not happy. - Not at all.

Now, Les Norton wasn't really the superstitious type.

In fact, he was a card-carrying non-believer

when it came to things that go bump in the night.

But between the boys from Binjiwunyawunya,

black cats, room 13, and now broken mirrors,

he was starting to wonder if he should reconsider his membership.

Fuck.

That them?

Two dozen muddies.

Fresh as.

Whoa!

Billy might have come down in the last shower,

but Les Norton wasn't born yesterday.

Before I hand these beauties over,

you better tell me what the hell you're gonna do with them.

We're gonna eat 'em.

What?

The trainer reckons he'll come good just in time for the Cox Plate.

Nice form. I like a horse with a big arse.

Just back from a spell. It's given him a new lease on life.

Hey, how's, uh, how's Redfern coming along?

Yeah, we're good. Very keen to get things started.

That's what I like to hear.

So how's it going your end? Been able to piss off all the tenants?

Oh, mate, we're…

Yeah, you know, we're perilously close.

Close?

No, close… Close won't cut it, mate.

We need it untenanted. No tenants.

Government policy.

Well, if you can't do that…

- we might have to go with the other mob. - Hold your horses. What other mob?

It's politics, mate. There's always another mob.

You're not gonna get better bang for your buck than Redfern.

- You know that, right? - Maybe, maybe not.

There's a lady out in Blacktown who has a very large block of land

- right near the station. - In Blacktown?

What do you care about Blacktown?

Mate, there are a lot of voters out in Blacktown, and I like my voters.

Now the Premier's got it in his head that a Sydney shithole is getting a park,

that will happen before the next election, one way or another.

Who is this woman anyway?

Uh, Bognor.

Bognor. Uh, Bo… Bognor.

Bognor, yeah. Apparently she's some big developer out west.

You won't have to go out west. You can trust me on that.

Yeah, I bloody hope not. You seen the gallup polls?

The Opposition are within four points of us.

I don't think I need to remind you how fond they are

of the proposed casino legislation.

Well, I'm not paying them, am I? I'm paying you.

Now, you'll get your vote-winning land,

on time, untenanted,

guaranteed.

It was your idea.

- I'm working on it. - What's to work on?

Tell the boys we're running out of time.

I did already, but these fellas don't have the same understanding of time as others.

They've got the same understanding of 100,000 bucks, don't they?

Seems like that, boss.

All right, tell them to bloody pull their fingers out.

Copy that.

Jesus, you look like I feel.

Noisy sleepers, you lot.

I spoke to Billy. Wants to know if youse can get a wriggle on.

Going fast as we can.

Can you give me a rough time frame?

Not really, but it'll be quicker if you stop bugging us.

Look, you can take the piss out of me all you want,

the boss ain't the kind of guy you want to disappoint.

To speed it up, I'm gonna need something from you, then.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Kilby's blood.

His actual blood? Oh, that's all?

Here I was thinking it'd be something outrageous, like caviar or fucking sushi.

Let me guess. Has to be fresh?

No flies on you, Les.

Now, Les was never one to shy away from a challenge,

and it's not like he was a stranger

to spilling a bit of claret for a good cause.

But in the past,

the other bloke was usually aware

of what that fist hurtling towards his nose was all about.

This Kilby situation was going to require tact and subtlety,

and no one had ever accused Les of having either.

I'm telling you,

blokes at the builder's yards couldn't get enough.

It's like they never saw a fucking VCR before.

I'd give that a wide berth.

Looks like a Pro Hart painting in there.

Been squirting from both ends all night.

I was going to say, you're looking a bit off. What's with the old…

I don't know. I woke up this morning, it's been playing up.

Conjunctivitis or some bloody thing.

That's no good.

Probably didn't help that I slept like shit.

Was dreaming of these three blackfellas

in the desert, chasing me, wearing nothing but ugg boots.

- Must have owed them money. - Probably.

Speaking of money,

still no word from Price?

Not yet.

But I saw a bunch of them government types out the front

with clipboards and tape measures.

Pretty soon, he's got no choice but to pony up.

That must be him now.

- Can I help you? - Uh…

- Yeah, I'm looking for Mr. Kilby. - That is me. And who are you?

I'm Le… Len Nordberg.

And where are you from, Mr. Nordberg?

- Uh, South Africa. - South Africa?

Haven't got much of an accent, have ya?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's all there, all right.

Howzit?

And what are you doing all the way over here, then?

Oh, funny you should ask that.

Uh, I run a charity back home for underprivileged children.

Oh, so you're in the charity game, too.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. And I heard about the wonderful work

you two fellas were doing,

and I thought I might come down here and say thank you

on behalf of all the underprivileged people of the world, you know?

That's very decent of you.

So, how much are you thinking of donating?

- How much? - Yeah, 'cause we couldn't do what we do

without financial support from around the word.

- Isn't that right, Mr. Palings? - That's right.

See, it's the difference between hope and despair

in a neighborhood like ours.

You'd understand that, being a philanthropist and all.

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh…

Uh, how does…

- How does $10 sound? - Ten bucks!

That's very generous, Mr. Nordberg,

but we only take donations in $100 increments.

- Come again? - It's the law.

And cash, obviously, otherwise,

the government gets their hands on it, and then, poof,

there's nothing left for the kiddies. It's an absolute disgrace.

Yeah. Yeah…

Sure is.

Uh, do you think I could get a receipt for that for my bookkeeper?

Oh, my accountant is out today, but we'll jot down your address

- and pop it in the mail. - Yeah.

Oh, my gosh, Mr. Kilby!

Oh, my goodness! Mr. Kilby, are you okay?

Get off me, you clumsy prick!

- I'm so sorry. - What the hell is the matter with you?

I'm such a klutz, you know? Are you okay?

I'm okay! Just leave me the fuck alone!

Sorry.

Here. Here, Percy.

What the fuck?

Where'd it go?

- Where did what go? - The fire!

- In here? - I seen it. It was huge.

- From across the road. - You feeling all right, Les?

Might have been the sun on the glass, eh?

Go put your feet up.

It's fucking bush magic, isn't it? You got me babysitting

- a trio of voodoo witch doctors. - Keep your voice down.

- It's not like that. - Oh, it's not, is it?

- So what's it like, then? - We don't call them that.

They're spirit men.

They're what?

Feather feet. You know, sort of like Indigenous hitmen.

You've got to be joking. You told me no-one's getting hurt.

And they won't, brother.

They're not here to whack Kilby, they're here to scare him, that's all.

How can you be sure?

Do you even know what they're doing there?

Not exactly, and frankly, I don't want to know.

But they're pros, they have their instructions, so it's all kosher!

So, this spirit business, then, it's…

it's legit.

- What do you mean, legit? - Legit, legit.

Like it actually works.

It hasn't been tested at the CSIRO, if that's what you're asking.

But the uncles swear by it. My mob's been doing it for a long time.

Well, if it's that good, why don't you…

Why not cut to the chase and tell Kilby he's been boned?

'Cause he has to figure it out for himself or it won't happen.

How does that work?

It's all about self-awareness, brother.

Kilby's spirit's the one that's doing the damage.

But what if he doesn't work it out?

Trust me, there isn't a blackfella alive

that hasn't heard the campfire stories of these blokes and their bones.

Kilby will start to feel a little bit crook,

just something little.

Like a…

Like a bung eye?

Yeah, something like that.

And then, a day or two later, he'll start to feel proper crook.

He'll be going downhill real fast. Drag himself to the doctor's,

but the doc won't know what's wrong with him.

Say to him he's the healthiest blackfella he's ever seen.

But Kilby will still have a foot in the grave.

Start to be getting nightmares, getting spooked and shit,

and that's when the penny drops, hmm?

That's when he realizes that something's up,

and he's out of there faster than a rat up a drainpipe.

He'll cancel his lease, no one gets hurt,

the boss is happy, problem solved.

I'm telling you, just take a load off and let them do their thing.

You look like you could use a drink.

It's that obvious, is it?

Just, uh, wondering if you've got any XXXX back there.

We used to. Publican changed it out for that Bowen Lager rubbish.

Terrific.

Just an OJ, please.

I didn't know who else to talk to. I figured you'd understand my predicament

after our little chat the other night.

- And, and you're sure it was Thumper? - Yeah, absolutely.

I was jogging past. I spotted him straightaway.

I went over to say hello, and that's when I saw the brothel madam.

The… the…

The missing brothel madam?

I couldn't believe it.

I've been nagging him for weeks to look into her disappearance.

He doesn't want a bar of it.

Now there they are hanging out like long-lost friends.

It doesn't make sense, right?

Well, uh…

Well, at least she's not missing.

Yeah, but why not just say that? Why all the cloak and dagger?

You'd have to ask Ray.

And I would, but, um,

for a minute there I was worried she'd been,

you know…

Has Thumper been acting strange around you guys?

I…

I barely know the bloke.

You know? Look, I'm no expert on any of this,

- and who's to say what you saw, exactly. - I know what I saw.

Look, even if it was her, there's…

there's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.

Such as?

My grandma used to say,

"To get through life, you should know everyone,

trust no one, paddle your own canoe."

I'm not sure I understand.

There's no point in you sticking your nose in it.

Not if you want to continue being a cop. I mean, as far as I can tell,

cops don't like dobbers.

- You reckon I should pull my head in? - Yeah.

I mean, it's in pretty good nick from here.

I can't believe I'm taking career advice from a red-headed doorman.

Yeah, well, my bill's in the mail.

How about a feed instead?

My shout?

Another time, maybe, huh?

Yeah, I'm just, uh, just waiting on these blokes to finish work.

Fair enough.

Um, another time, then.

Yeah.

Thanks again, Les.

Truth be told, Les could think

of nothing better than grabbing a free feed

with the spunky young probationary constable.

But, right now, he was starting to feel a bit queasy

at what he'd helped set in motion.

Not as queasy as the mark, but.

Jeez, Perce, that one sounded like it had a bit of follow-through.

You sure you don't want a doctor?

Stop being such a narc and pour me some more vino.

Here's to the local kiddies.

And to dodgy South African do-gooders, eh?

I don't know about that. Never liked South Africans.

Horrible bloody accent.

His especially.

Still, they're bloody generous.

♪ I got hit ♪

♪ I'm gonna learn, learn, learn ♪

♪ I got hit ♪

♪ I'm gonna burn, burn, burn ♪

♪ Burst my bubble, baby ♪

♪ Burst my bubble, baby, yeah ♪

♪ That's my trouble, baby ♪

Thank you.

♪ Maybe I've been lazy for you ♪

- Come on! Come on! - Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

- Not bad. - Yeah.

Perce?

You all right in there?

That second round of garlic prawns wasn't such a good idea.

They're repeating on me something horrid.

- You're not feeling off at all? - Nah, mate.

- I feel fine. - Must have been the scampi.

Maybe it's emotional.

Bloody hell!

So gross!

Oh, toughen up, princess!

You've heard worse. Kill the lights and let's get on with it.

So, while Kilby had a full-on dose of the shits,

our friends from the Land of Smiles weren't far behind.

They'd been traipsing all over town for the last two days looking for Les.

Not having any luck,

the Thai crew had no choice

but to cut to the proverbial chase,

and head to the one place they were sure they'd find him.

Just give me a break, mate. I'm from Jakarta. My Thai's shit.

Look, he's supposed to be here Thursday through to Saturday, okay?

I don't understand!

Oh.

Hello, sailor!

Oh, shit!

Friends of yours?

- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! - Yeah! Okay!

Price Galese.

Top of the morning to you.

Oh, Minister. It's a little bit early, isn't it?

I didn't expect you out of bed until well after lunch.

Well, I wouldn't want to miss this.

- Flick on the ABC. - Hmm?

…communities deserve the same access to public spaces

as the rest of us.

Especially the kids.

So, it's with great excitement that I can announce

the creation of a designated parkland

on the vacant site behind me.

Hmm? You like that?

…with a view to opening it to the public by this time next year.

Now, obviously…

Ask and you shall receive, my friend.

So, no walking it back now, eh?

Oh!

Well, I just didn't think it'd happen so quickly.

Yeah, well, the boss decided to…

move ahead sooner rather than later.

Didn't want it to look like a cheap election stunt.

Yeah. No. Yeah.

Well, that's terrific, isn't it?

I knew you'd be pleased. Let me know when you're free.

You can take me out to a very, very long lunch.

Yeah, yeah. No problem. Okay.

- Talk to you soon. - I'll speak to you later. Bye-bye.

Eh, 50,000.

50,000. That's my final offer.

Mr. Galese, I was wondering when you'd call.

Yeah. 50,000. Take it or leave it. I'm not gonna go a cent higher.

- Final offer? Really? - Yep. That's well and truly.

'Cause I'm watching the Premier announce the deal.

Vacant site? Does he know something I don't?

'Cause I'm very much sitting here on a legally binding lease.

Well, that's exactly why I called.

Look-- Listen, we're all grown-ups here. 50 grand. That's a lot of money.

Not as much as half a mil, but.

No, that's true, but,

it's not worth anything unless you're around to spend it.

You think I'm worried about your old-school Maltese bullshit?

Hey, hey, hey. It's not my old school, mate.

Are you threatening me?

Because my lawyer would look very gravely on that.

Hey, this is fucking extortion, you little fuck--

Oh! Now, now, now. Calling me names won't do anything.

In fact, don't bother calling me again until you're fair dinkum.

Hey, mate, I'm warning you.

Because I might have changed my mind by then.

Everything okay?

Hey, tell Billy to get that prick out of there today

or I'm gonna go up there and I'm gonna drag him out myself.

You got it.

Fucking hell.

Hmm. I don't know.

The local beers already have such a strong foothold up there.

True, but there's something about Bowen Lager

we feel will cut through.

Thailand, especially.

And you'd be interested in licensing the brand. Is that it?

On one condition.

We want the original marketing campaign.

- It is pretty special, isn't it? - The Asian market is very masculine,

and red hair is a symbol of great virility in our culture.

Oh!

Who is he, if you don't mind me asking?

Uh, his name is Les Norton.

He's magnificent.

Can I let you in on a little secret?

I discovered him.

Where?

In my front room.

He's my flatmate.

You're joking?

Mmm.

Mmm!

Hey, hey?

So, that's it? There's no way to speed this up?

We've been tracking fellas for years before we got 'em.

You don't understand. We'll all be dead by then.

- It's in the contract. - Look, can we get real here?

I understand the whole self-awareness thing,

but there's got to be some kind of magic shortcut

to get things moving. Like we did with the blood.

What, you're joking?

That was bullshit?

- What, it did nothing? - Not nothing.

It kept you out of our hair for a few hours so we could concentrate.

90% of what we do is up here.

I don't believe it.

Maybe that's your trouble, Les.

Price is gonna have a coronary.

Oh, I'm sure he'll understand.

- This is Price Galese we're talking about. - Yeah, exactly.

Brother, you've only met lovable Uncle Price.

- The man about town. - Mm.

But he wasn't always like that.

He came from the streets, brah.

And now that this deal is gonna fall through,

costing him a million five,

plus the hundred K he's out for the boys…

If I don't fast-track this thing,

I'm gonna be a fucking dead man.

Come on, Perce.

I don't think this is just a tummy bug, mate.

What the fuck would you know?

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?

You've got bits coming off all over the place.

- It's time to see a doctor, I reckon. - What's he gonna say?

"Keep your fluids up, stay off the piss"?

At least go home and rest up.

And have more dreams of crazy blackfellas in ugg boots?

No, thank you! It's just gastro. It's not gonna kill me.

What about what Price said about getting all old school?

It sounded pretty scary to me.

How about I duck up the road and get you something to drink?

Bottle of Lucozade will do you good.

Yeah, that might be good, yeah. Yeah, ta.

Okay.

Jesus, not you again.

Oh, Mr. Kilby.

I… I hope you feel better.

Top of the world!

Yeah, look, I was just in the, uh, neighborhood,

and I wonder if we could have a chat?

Ask me anything, but don't come closer, you clumsy prick!

Oh, look, I'm actually inquiring about, uh, maybe opening

one of my charity branches in Australia.

You know, after seeing the plight of the local community,

I thought Redfern might be the perfect location.

- What's that got to do with me? - I was inquiring

about buying the hotel across the road for my, uh, branch headquarters.

And the agent, he took me on a tour.

I noticed there was three Aboriginal men

camped in one of the rooms.

Look, I've had really bad gastro for the last few days.

I'm not feeling 100 %, and real estate is not really my game.

Oh, well, it is not so much a real estate question,

I mean, it's more advice.

I was wondering if you think I'd have a problem asking them to clear out?

The blackfellas? Wouldn't think so.

It's par for the course in this country.

That's a huge relief.

Yeah. No, no, 'cause I got nervous.

They had a bloody campfire going in the middle of the room

and just made me freak out a bit.

In the room itself?

Yeah! Yeah! They're sitting around and they're all just chanting.

When was this?

Uh, day before yesterday.

What did these fellas look like?

They were quite odd, to be honest.

I've never seen a black man with blue eyes.

I mean, let alone three of them.

Three blackfellas with blue eyes?

Yeah! Yeah, and they were all just sitting around and chanting,

and pointing, more or less in this general direction.

Pointing?

What were they pointing?

- I'm not sure. - A bone?

Were they pointing a bone?

Oh, I couldn't tell. Not through all the smoke.

If you say there's nothing to worry about, then--

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?

You've got bits coming off all over the place!

What about what Price said about getting all old school?

It's not my old school.

I've never seen a black man with blue eyes.

They had a bloody campfire going in the middle of the room.

Sitting around and chanting, and pointing.

It's not worth anything unless you're around to spend it.

- Kings Cross? - Yeah, get in.

- As quick as you can! - Yeah.

What the hell did you tell him?

Didn't have to say much at all, brother.

90% of it's up here.

Well, look at you!

Price won't believe his ears! Ha!

Everything's in order, Mr. Galese.

Well, look, we can deal with this later if you're not feeling up to it?

Oh, no.

I'd prefer to get it done now,

if you don't mind.

All right. Fair enough.

- Well, everything seems to be correct. - Terrific!

The only outstanding issue, then, is the… Well, the price.

- The price? - The contract's dated last week,

which means the terms have expired.

- They have? - So, all we gotta do

is enter into new negotiations to see

what you're gonna accept to terminate the lease.

You know what?

I'll take the 25 grand.

In hindsight, it's more than generous.

Oh, look, I appreciate that,

but, um, the market's shifted since last week.

Well, I'm willing to take a little bit less,

if you think that's fair.

Uh, let's say 20, eh?

Look, I'll think about it.

How about we get together next week to discuss it?

Fifteen, no questions asked.

Ten…

is more than fair under the circumstances.

Why don't… Why don't we call it even?

I'll vacate the premises by the close of business,

assuming you can…

You know.

- The whole… - Yeah.

I'll have it sorted for you.

Oh!

Thanks very much, Mr. Galese.

Thank you.

Now, there's one for the books, eh, boss?

I have to say I didn't think Billy had it in him.

- You and me both. - Give Billy a call, will you?

Tell them to call the boys off. He can pay them the other half.

Mission accomplished.

Deadset?

I'm still not convinced about you mob.

What are you talking about, Les?

The results speak for themselves.

How do you know it wasn't just gastro?

- Does it really matter? - Not to me, it doesn't.

And, what,

you just turn it off, then? Easy as that?

This thing's been around for 40,000 years.

Been a while since anyone read the instructions.

Well, that's reassuring.

You all right to give us a lift to the airport?

Nothing, and I mean nothing,

would make me happier.

- Cheers, mate. - No worries.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello.

♪ Oh, baby, you ♪

♪ Got me in the shape I'm in ♪

No. No.

No, no, no.

This place is a wreck. We can't keep living like reprobates.

I'll cook dinner tonight.

- What's that? - That'd be a lobster pot, mate.

Why don't we go have a look, then?

You can't just go and special some bloke's lobsters.

What do you reckon that is?

It's cocaine.

You all good, boss?

Yeah, yeah. Show's over. I think we've made our point.

Your probation period's up next month.

I've decided not to renew it.

Consider this your notice.

What?

That amount of blow is always owned by someone.

You're gonna be one dead redhead.