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- You're part of the set-up now. - Don't worry about me.

I'm just passing through.

They're gorgeous.

This is very unlike you.

- Where'd you get them? - You know…

Uh, no. Why now?

I'll get back to you on that.

You are pure vermin.

Jesus, Price, I'm not exactly in the same position I was before.

- What position is that? - Tides have turned, mate.

Peak hour.

Make 'em an offer that only a cop can.

Immunity? For murder?

I don't wanna throw around words like "immunity"

unless I know what else is on the table.

Where's my sister's body at?

I guess this time we're going dry.

She's in Bondi!

Under Price's handball court.

His old fella's ground to dust and he's still got his optimism.

- What have you lost? - Keys.

Your Rolls-Royce car keys are down there.

What, in the footings of my new handball court?

Next to the recently interred body of Doreen Bognor?

Dolores is probably digging her up as we speak.

Come on, fellas…

You know, when I first started out,

gambling was all about baccarat schools and Tommy's two-up in Chippendale.

Yeah, you know, all this rattle here, this and that, all this came later.

Yeah, I've ridden the ups, I've ridden the downs.

And here I am, bloody last man standing. And you know why?

'Cause you're Price Galese, boss, the Prince of the Punt.

Oh, God bless you, Billy, but no.

No, the thing that's always stood me in good stead,

that helped me steer me way through when others are crashed against the rocks…

Oh, it's something Georgie's father taught me in the early days.

He said the difference between a good gambler and a great one

is, um, a good gambler knows when to cash in on a run.

And a great gambler knows when the run's up.

Now, you know, I'm not gonna let her take you lot down with me,

so, um, look.

I wish there was more, but, um, there should be enough there

to put a little bit of distance between you and them for a bit.

Fair dinkum.

I wish you'd told me this before I started.

Come again?

I thought I was working for the most feared boss in Sydney.

From where I'm standin',

you couldn't knock the froth off a cappuccino.

Hey…

Backing out at the first sign of trouble.

I've cracked farts with more character than you lot.

Les… It's the cock-chafe talking, boss. That's all.

Speaking of crackin', are you forgetting who dropped us

in this shit in the first place?

In the first place?

- I'm looking at him, aren't I? - Hey. Eh, eh, eh, eh.

We all know you've had a tough day.

Nobody's gonna blame you for not grasping

the severity of the situation.

Which is?

That Eddie and I are odds-on to get, uh, pinched for murder.

To which you're an accessory.

So, once they find Doreen's body,

it's, um… it's goodnight nurse for all three of us.

There's your answer, then.

What?

What, none of youse ever saw Murder, She Wrote?

No body, no crime.

But there is a body, you fuckin' nimrod.

Thanks to you, Dolores and Thumper know where it's at.

Then we get to it first.

It's a two-horse race. It's us versus them.

Now, they're odds-on favorites at this point,

but any punter worth their salt will tell you

a two-horse race can go one of two ways.

We just gotta get to Doreen's body before they do.

How do you suggest we do that? She's under ten feet of concrete.

Bloody Thumper would get to us

before we got the jackhammers off the truck.

Then we improvise.

Look, I've had a lousy, ordinary 24 hours,

and we're staring down the barrel at hard time.

So, if you don't like the sound of that, I suggest we start getting creative.

It's time for the Gecko.

The what?

The fuckin' Gecko.

What do you mean we can't just dig her up?

We have to go through the proper channels.

Otherwise it won't stand up in court.

There are protocols around exhuming a body, you know?

Protocols, my ass.

I should be able to just grab a shovel and have at it,

'cause she's my sister!

Exactly. Which is why we have to make that sure we do it right.

All right? We don't wanna let Price off the hook,

not now that we've got him over a barrel.

Look…

we are on the cusp of burying that slimy Maltese fuck

like he buried your sister, and all 100% by the book.

And that's what makes me nervous.

Nothing good is ever done by the book.

Well, you just watch and learn, pumpkin.

I've got the coroner on speed dial.

We'll talk first thing in the morning, and then…

it's just a matter of a few feet of concrete

until we're crowned King and Queen of Sydney.

And in the meantime…

well, we do have a few avocados still up our sleeve.

You don't put 'em up your sleeve, Sergeant.

Really?

What?

I've gotta get a head start on Mr. Wobbly so I can get him back on track.

You'll be in strife once that flatmate of yours discovers

you've nicked her paw-paw cream.

Oh, don't worry about it. She's gone away for the weekend.

And, besides, it's for a good cause.

That's highly debatable.

So…

tell me about this mysterious Gecko fella.

Oh, where do I start?

Major Garrick Lewis, SAS bomb specialist.

Met him back in 'Nam in '69.

He did a bit of wet work with the Yanks in Laos and Cambodia.

A decade of opium dens, Agent Orange, napalm sunsets.

- Can you imagine? - Bloody hell.

Lives up in the Hunter now, blowing holes in the ground

for open cut mines.

He's the best boom-boom goon in the room, they reckon.

A dead-set fuckin' artist.

- Well, he sounds perfect. - Ooh, yeah.

Keep him in line

and he's just the bloke to get us out of our little pickle.

"Keep him in line"?

How?

Relax, Les. Bloke's just got a few demons, that's all.

Such as?

Good day, Major.

All right, bring my kit inside when you come, will you, lad?

What?

The Gecko's decided to set up HQ at your joint.

- Oh, he has, has he? - Mmm.

And when were you gonna share that intel with me?

What's the problem? It's close to the contact zone.

- It was your idea, after all. - Pig's arse it was!

Why doesn't he stay at Billy's? He's got a spare room out back.

Forget Billy. He's got his hands full with security detail.

- Hi! - Come on.

- Billy. Billy… - Billy.

Hello. Come on.

What about you? He's your mate.

Nothing would make me happier, Les,

but I've got a full dance card in preparation for the big event.

How convenient.

You should be honored to put the Gecko up for the night.

He's the only thing standing between us

and an extended stay at Her Majesty's pleasure, okay?

Fair dinkum.

Oh, Les.

Don't let him outta your sight.

He's not good when he gets a bit distracted, if you know what I mean.

No, Edward, I don't know what you mean.

Less yakkin', more whackin', ladies.

- Charlie won't wait all day. - No worries, Major.

Righto. Um, have fun, boys.

My word, we will.

Step fast, soldier.

Oh, there he is, the walking wounded. You all right there, son?

Yeah. Nothing a little R&R won't fix.

That's the spirit.

Just place it down there, will ya?

Travel light, do you, Major?

I don't plan on being stationed here long.

It's just the essentials.

I do the same thing when I'm pig shootin'.

Just socks, jocks, and a razor, eh?

Primers, timers, and det cord, actually.

As you were, soldier. She's safe as houses without the ordnance.

So, uh… so where's the ordnance?

The Devil's playdough.

Plastic fantastic.

Weapons-grade C-4, straight outta Chechnya.

Good stuff.

Uh, you reckon that's gonna get the job done?

Well, if that doesn't…

this certainly will.

Now, Les wasn't much of an expert on blowing shit up,

but he'd seen enough movies

to know that he had enough Chechen C-4 on his kitchen table

to redraw the map of the Eastern Suburbs.

That's a… a fair bit, isn't it?

Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

First rule of special ops.

Now, do us a favor and put a brew on, will you, son?

Yeah. Uh…

So, you're just… just planning on leaving it there?

Is that a problem?

Nah. Nah, it's just that…

It's just, my flatmate, she's a bit of a neat freak.

You're not a hippie, are you, Les?

Not last time I looked.

I hope not.

Not real big on hippies.

Roger.

I just spoke with Arthit.

He's already got the jackhammers on the truck,

and he's headed to Bondi now.

Well, you better tell him to cool his jets.

There's been a, uh… Well, there's been a slight hitch.

No. No, there's no hitch.

Well, it's the coroner. I can't get a hold of him.

What are you talking about? You said he was on speed dial.

Yeah, I do, but it's no good if he's not picking up.

Another shampoo, Coroner?

Ah, don't mind if I do.

Raymond, you said we'd be good to start digging

with a flick of that fucker's pen.

We will, honestly. Trust me. It's just…

I just gotta find him.

I have to admit, Price,

as far as these last-minute invites go,

this is right up there!

We can't hang around and wait for the dopey prick to show up!

- Tell me you've got a next move! - I do. I do have a next move.

It's just a little bit trickier, that's all.

Your sister's body is buried in the footings of an existing structure

on a piece of leasehold land, all right?

- What? Just spit it out, Ray! - Yeah, all right, then!

- Your sister is buried… - What? Yes?

…on council land!

- There, I said it. - Oh, dear God!

Jesus.

If I wanted a line, I would've done one in the car.

How about you whip out some of that police shit?

"Freeze! Let me through!"

You don't think that's a bit much?

"I'm not gonna wait in this line 'cause I'm a cop.

Cops are tops. Fuck off, the rest of you."

Go, just do something like that.

- Okay. Okay, watch this. - Yeah.

- Uh, good day, mate. - Can I help you?

Yes, I hope so.

Sergeant Ray Burrell from Kings Cross. Are you the boss here?

- I am he. - Excellent.

Look, I need a dig permit expedited as a matter of great urgency.

Of course, Sergeant. I'd be happy to help out.

Oh, thank you. You understand it's a bit, uh, time-sensitive.

- Say no more. - Right.

There you go.

Good.

That one.

That one and that one.

And, uh…

So, the top one's the environmental impact statement.

Under that's the occupational health and safety memorandum.

Then a D-54 form, parts A and B,

public liability waivers, NDAs, IRAs, IRBs.

Just the usual.

Yeah, look… I don't know if I've made myself very clear here,

Mr., um…

- Duffy. Duffy. - Mr. Duffy. Terrific.

Look, I'm not normally one to, you know, jump the line,

but you need to understand that this is…

Well, it's essential police business.

And this… is essential council business.

B-32?

Look, Mr. Duffy.

Um, look, I'm sure you've been round the block a few times, as have I,

so I know how this kind of thing works.

I fully understand if you, you know, wanna play hard ball

and snaffle yourself up a bigger drink.

That's fair play to you, but could you please

just put on your big boy pants and tell me what I need to do

to just speed things up a bit?

Well, Sergeant, you could start by filling these out.

Oh, pumpkin!

Don't "pumpkin" me, you pathetic waste of jizz.

Can't even sell a sling to a fellow public servant.

You're a bloody disgrace to the uniform.

Well, how is that my fault?

Believe it or not, there are actually honest public servants out there

just eating away at the rest of us like cancer.

What are you gonna do?

What I should've done from the start.

Ground zero, eh?

Where's our friend hiding out, then?

Just underneath the south-east footing,

right under where them girls are playing handball right now.

Roger that.

We'll call this base.

Outside the blast zone, good line of sight. Tickety-boo.

That give you a bit of grief, does it?

Oh, now and then.

Adrenaline makes it throb like a mongrel.

Shit.

Must be hard being reminded of the war all the time.

- Eh? - Oh, I'm sorry. I just…

Eddie mentioned youse were in 'Nam together.

Assumed it happened over there.

What, this thing?

Oh, God, no.

Ah, blew it off excavating my pool a few years back.

- Huh? - Yeah.

My block sits on sandstone. Just overcooked the goose a little.

- Bugger. - Yeah, she's good and deep now.

But I got a diving board and everything.

Let's have a look inside the wire, then, shall we?

Come on, on me.

Now, ever since arriving in the old Steak & Kidney,

Les had been hanging to go back to Dirranbandi.

But right about now, he was starting to wonder

what the weather was like in Cuba this time of year,

or Russia, or North Korea.

Anywhere but Bondi Beach, Australia.

So, uh, what do ya reckon?

Doable?

Mate, if we had a few more weeks, this thing'd come down on its own accord.

Take a look at that shoddy workmanship, would ya?

Oh, hold up.

- It's not that bad, is it? - Not that bad?

Mate, I could bring down this entire footing

in 15 minutes with a knife and fork.

"Not that bad."

Still, seeing as we're here,

might as well make sure of it, right?

Uh…

Quick question, Chief.

You're not planning on doing this right now, today, are ya?

Mate, I was always taught, he who hesitates, shouldn't have.

Yeah, yeah, even so, mate,

midday at Australia's most popular beach…

- Your point? - Mate, it's chockers.

There's people everywhere. And there's people up there.

There's people just there.

Well, what can I tell you, Les?

- War is hell. - This isn't war, it's Bondi.

Eh! No one's dying on my watch.

Tell you what, why don't we come back tonight?

- Why would I do that? - 'Cause you're an artist, yeah?

You blow it now, who cares?

Come back tonight when it's dark and quiet,

suddenly it's New Year's Eve.

What do you say, Major?

Give 'em a proper show.

Oh, Les, I wouldn't have pegged you as a romantic…

but, yeah, all right.

We'll come back tonight.

Light the place up good and proper, yeah?

Yeah.

That's the spirit.

Give us time for a couple of frothy ones this arvo.

Yeah, good-o.

Hi, it's Georgie Burman.

I've thought about what we talked about.

We need to meet.

I have what you need to bring down Thumper.

But I'll need something in return.

Fine.

I happen to have some photos I think Price might find useful.

They're all yours as a show of good faith.

I'll also need immunity.

- Yeah, I'm sure that can be arranged. - For everyone.

F… for everyone?

That might be tough.

So is exposing high-level police corruption.

These photos would have to be entrée

to a mouth-watering main course.

Like a ledger detailing years of protection money

paid by a certain illegal casino operator to a certain Kings Cross senior sergeant?

Is that tasty enough for you?

So, how'd you get involved in all this nonsense anyway?

Can you believe it?

I'm the nuffy who laid the footings.

Oh, mate, I hope you got a fallback career.

Anything but, to be honest.

Yeah, well, it's not your fault, is it?

You're just a grunt doing what you're told.

You can say that again.

So, I guess, after we get rid of this body,

you'll be off the hook then, eh?

You can go back home with a clear conscience…

start all over again.

If that's what you want.

That is what you want, isn't it, Les?

What do you mean?

Mate, I went to Vietnam in '63.

Absolutely hated it.

The people, the food, the heat, the fuckin' dogs everywhere.

Just not my cup of tea at all.

So?

So, fast-forward to 1975,

they had to drag me off the roof of the US embassy at gunpoint.

So, what, you… you didn't want to give up?

Mate, I didn't wanna leave.

Those 12 years in Southeast Asia changed me in ways I never saw comin'.

It was more home than home. You know what I mean?

If it was meant to help, the Gecko's little chat about going home

had Les feeling about as clear as mud.

Luckily, he had just one thing to focus on, or so he thought.

Les here.

I need you to pick up something for Price.

Yeah, I can't, really, right now. Can Billy do it?

Billy's got his hands full with the girls.

I'm bailed up with the Gecko at the moment,

getting ready for cracker night.

Can it wait?

No, it can't.

Miranda Fair car park, top floor, 30 minutes.

Bring it to the club once you have it.

Hey, Major, fancy a quick trip to the shops?

Oh, truth be told, I'm a little knackered, mate.

Might just knock this off and put my foot up for a few hours.

- You sure? - Yeah, yeah.

- I'll only take an hour. - No, no, no. You go. You go.

A little nap will do me good for tonight.

Copy that.

Oh, bugger.

What'd you forget?

Oh, hello.

You must be the neat freak.

Well, I have been called worse.

- Uh, I'm Loz. - Garrick Lewis. I'm a mate of Les's.

Right. Well, I won't hold that against you.

- I thought you were him. - No, I'm not.

Well, he told me you were away on business.

Yeah, I was meant to be.

I tied one on last night, then I flew to Perth

at the crack of dawn this morning for an ad shoot.

And you're back already?

The shoot was in Brisbane.

- Whoopsy me. - Bugger.

Yeah, so, look, here I am, I'm footloose, I'm fancy free.

I figured I'll kick back with some vino

and watch a little bit of Wide World of Sports.

- Do you like sports, Garrick? - Well, I like vino.

How fortuitous.

Sorry, I was expecting someone else.

Yeah, you and me both.

Uh, so, apparently I'm picking something up for Price?

I hope you know what you're doing, Em.

Look, gimme a break.

I'm serious.

You cross that line and there's no going back.

Yeah, you'd know all about that.

I'm not the one making car park drops for the Mr. Big of Sydney.

- No, you just work for him. - Not for long.

Just keep telling yourself that, Les, eventually you'll believe it.

It's the truth.

Em, you step through that door and it locks behind you forever.

- You know that, right? - I'm a cop, Les.

I'm just doing my job.

- You get that, yeah? - Yeah, 'course I do.

Didn't realize extortion was part of your job description.

Why do you care?

Why do you think?

Since I met you, I pegged you as one of the straight ones.

From what I've seen, it made you as rare as rocking horse shit.

Yeah?

I pegged you as a knockabout country bloke

who'd soon get tired of the city bullshit and go on home while he still could.

Guess we were both off the mark.

Come tomorrow, it won't matter anyway.

- Did you take a look? - You kidding?

Less I know, the better.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got a house guest to attend to.

This is Price.

Now, before you say anything, I just need you to hear me out.

Georgie.

You always said a plan's only as good as its plan B, right?

I think I found one in case the Gecko doesn't pan out.

Yeah? What sort of plan B?

- The photographic variety. - Oh? Photos of what exactly?

Your mate, the Minister. At least I think it's him.

Bit hard to tell with a ball gag jammed in his mouth.

There's no mistaking Dolores.

Is that right?

Look… this goes pear-shaped, we're gonna need all the mates we can get.

Hey, meet me at Rose Bay Wharf in about 20 minutes.

Copy.

Hello, Gladys. It's Price Galese here.

Is the Minister in, please?

Oh. Oh, and what fancy trough has he got his, uh, nose in today?

What a bloody madhouse.

Look at all these tackers running around.

- You don't have kids, do you? - Nah.

But I've always felt, like, quite maternal. Get off, you grub.

So, as I was saying, next time you come in,

you'll have to schedule for a full afternoon.

Goodness me, I don't know if I can afford that

on my humble public servant's salary.

Don't be silly, Minister. It's on me, of course.

You do mean… physically, I hope.

You dirty perv.

Nah, yeah, of course I mean physically.

And if you play your cards right, as a special treat,

I may even… open the goat's fold.

What do you have to say about that?

I don't know whether to be flattered or frightened.

I'd be both.

In the meantime, I was hoping you could just help me

real quick with a little issue I'm having at the local council.

What sort of issue?

Uh, just a dig permit that I need.

Just need it, like, ASAP.

- Should I ask why? - I wouldn't.

But I was hoping you could just hop on the phone, make a few quick calls.

A guy like you must have ten billion favors owing in this city.

Oh, yeah, I know a… I know a few people.

I don't normally stoop to interfering in council business.

I'm sure, for you, I could make an exception.

Oh, and that's how Sydney works, kids.

Well, isn't this lovely?

Two old mates catching up for lunch.

- I don't know if I'd call us mates. - Really?

What are they, then?

Come on, cobber. How long have we known each other?

Yeah, that's my point, exactly, so I suggest you go back to work

and, uh, remember who you're working for.

I'll give you a hint. It's not the good people of New South Wales.

Now fuck off.

Yeah, I'd enjoy that if I were you.

I don't think they serve it in Long Bay.

Oh, speak for yourself. It's a bit hard to talk

when your head's no longer attached to your neck.

This is 1985, old man.

In case you haven't noticed, you're the past

and I'm the bloody beautiful future.

I guess that makes you the new me, does it?

Listen, can you just piss off? Because I'm really busy

putting the finishing touches on ending your pathetic career.

Not so fast, sweetheart.

If you're referring to your long-lost sister,

uh, my boys might have a thing or two to say about that.

Hey, why don't we motor down to Bondi right now

and we could grab front row seats.

- What do you say? - Mazel tov!

Get in there, lovebirds.

Yeah. Yeah, come on, get in, hubby.

- Ah. - Yeah, that's the ticket.

- Yeah, I love this guy. - Aww.

Make sure you get plenty of photos of us.

Be a bit silly to shoot me now, wouldn't it?

- Got plenty of time for that. - You reckon?

The next time we see each other, one of us is gonna be dead.

And I'll give you a hint.

It's the one without an amazing rack.

Aw, look at you two. Gorgeous.

Here. You know who else is gorgeous? My daughter.

Oh, she's a real lens whore. Let me show you where she's at.

Hey, where's Penelope? Come on.

Oh, that's right! All right, kids, who knows the running man?

Well, I'm the running woman.

So, just as Les had predicted, it had come down to a two-horse race,

rounding the final bend and towards the post,

with the winner taking all.

What the fuck just happened in there?

Price's boys are retrieving the body themselves!

Wait. What?

So, dig now, ask questions later.

- Get in! - All right!

That the lot, is it?

Unless you've got anything heavier.

Nah, I reckon that's it.

Actually, come to think of it,

chuck in a can of black spray-paint while you're at it.

Matte or gloss?

Surprise me.

Yeah, sure.

Get ready to be happy.

The bookkeeper's gonna play ball.

In return for what?

Exactly as we discussed. Immunity for her and her colleagues.

Well, then she's gonna be very disappointed.

Excuse me?

The brass aren't comfortable cutting that deal!

What the fuck are you talking about?

This was your suggestion. I gave her my word!

This is out of my hands.

He knows who I am!

He knows I'm the rat.

And if I find that you've gone against my orders,

he won't be the only one you're looking over your shoulder for.

So, with daylight fading fast, Les returned to chez Norton

to get the little bombmaker primed for the big night ahead.

Oi, Major.

Major, you in here?

Oi!

What are you doing home?

Um… Well, actually I live here.

Remember?

Haven't seen a one-legged warmonger in your travels, have ya?

- You mean the Gecko? - Thank Christ.

Thought I'd lost the old bugger. Where is he?

Hey, look, I don't know, actually. I just came to.

What do you mean? What… what did you do with him?

I didn't do anything with him.

We had a few bevvies, then one thing just led to another

and we found ourselves in a very competitive game

of Goon of Fortune.

Come again?

Goon of Fortune.

Okay, so…

You spin the clothesline,

and then whoever that goon bag lands on, well, they have to scull.

And I guess he won.

Or did he?

Now, Eddie Salita wasn't the superstitious type,

but a night this big called for his lucky jacket.

Go for Eddie.

- Yeah, the Gecko's gone. - For fuck's sake, Les!

- I told you to keep a close eye on him! - How am I meant to do that?

Been running around for Georgie all arvo.

Well, he couldn't have gone far.

In fact, I reckon I know exactly where he's gone.

And how do you know that?

It's what I was trying to tell you before.

The Gecko's got a problem when it comes to the sauce.

That's what got him kicked out of the service years back.

He'd start sinking schooners in the officers' bar,

and then he'd just start blowing shit up.

Buildings, latrines, tanks, you name it.

But then when he levelled the officers' bar itself,

that's when they gave him his marching orders.

So, if he's got a skinful now,

you can bet there's only one thing on his mind.

Major, what the hell are you do…

What the fuck?

Can't do that, can they?

Apparently, they can.

Hey, hey, stick this on your face, soldier.

We're operational.

What the hell do we do now?

That is the beauty of the chain of command.

You just ask questions and then you follow the orders.

There.

Uh… hello?

How good's this, eh? Two birds with one stone.

Listen, we have to talk to Price first.

- We can't do this. - Already have.

He reckons we couldn't have planned it better if we tried.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

One of those guys is a high-ranking NSW police officer.

Yeah, and the other one is a sex trafficking psychopath.

Yeah, it doesn't matter, Major. Murder's murder!

It's too late to get cold feet now, soldier!

All right? The train has already left the station.

And it's… and it's carrying quite a cargo.

Can't you just turn it off?

Uh, no can do. The primers have already been triggered.

All there is left to do now is sit back and enjoy the show.

You've got to be joking.

That's enough, Sarge!

♪ Ooh… ♪

Oi!

♪ Ooh, I want to find a better place ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm searching for a better place… ♪

Let me go!

Let me go!

Incoming!

What the fuck?

♪ Must be there… ♪

Fuck.

♪ I've never ♪

♪ Never seen Eden… ♪

♪ I don't wanna live in this place… ♪

Kissed on the dick!

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, I'm always trying to escape… ♪

Might've overcooked that one a bit too, eh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You might just wanna sit back down there, darling.

Grab me kit, will you, son?

♪ I don't wanna live in this place… ♪

♪ Heaven ♪

♪ It must be there ♪

♪ Well, it's just got to be there… ♪

Catch ya later.

Yah!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Good to go?

Do I look all right? Okay.

Many are asking who the Palestinian Zionist League is,

with terrorism experts scratching their heads

at the unexpected alliance

between seemingly pro and anti-Israeli factions.

Nonetheless, with law and order high on voters' lists of concerns,

pollsters are expecting it to resonate heavily in today's election,

with a lurch back towards the status quo viewed as likely.

Seeing Bondi looking more like Beirut,

Les realized it was high time to make good on his promise

and get the hell out of town

as fast as his bow legs would carry him.

at which point, Sergeant Ray Burrell pursued

the suspected terrorist, one Dolores Ann Bognor,

down onto the handball court.

Unfortunately, the suspect, upon realizing she was surrounded,

triggered the detonator, and she and Sergeant Burrell died

in the ensuing conflagration.

A funeral with full police honors has been confirmed…

♪ I can't get to sleep ♪

♪ I think about the implications ♪

♪ Of diving in too deep ♪

♪ And possibly the complications ♪

♪ Especially at night ♪

♪ I worry over situations ♪

♪ I know will be all right ♪

♪ Perhaps it's just imagination ♪

♪ Day after day, it reappears ♪

♪ Night after night My heartbeat shows the fear… ♪

Voila.

♪ Ghosts appear and fade… ♪

Hey, where's Les? It's unlike him to be late.

Oh, especially when there's a drink involved.

Yeah, and especially when it's bloody free.

Hey, by the way, you've never told me

where you got those, uh, revealing photos of the Minister from.

Hmm. Why? They did the trick, didn't they?

Yeah, no questions there.

Bloody Thumper would have had half the NSW police force digging away

if the Minister had signed off on that bloody permit.

Well, then, that's all that matters.

Oi, Billy, turn it up.

Boss! The results are in.

Here we go. Here we go.

The public have opted for the devil they know.

A remarkable turnaround for the Government,

who were trailing for the entire lead-up to the…

- Oh! - Yes! Yes!

We are back in business, ladies and gentlemen. Back in business.

♪ Fear ♪

♪ Ghosts appear and fade away… ♪

♪ Come back another day… ♪

I am serious about coming up to visit.

Yeah, I figured you'd miss me.

- I was thinking more of Muzza. - Why does that not surprise me?

Thanks for everything, Loz.

Nah, I come down here in a bit of strife,

and I can't tell you how much it helped to know

there was always someone who's worse off than me.

Well… it's what I do.

♪ I can't get to sleep ♪

♪ I think about the implications… ♪

See you around, Les Norton.

♪ Of diving in too deep… ♪

Oi!

Keep it.

In case you miss me.

As if, dickhead.

♪ I know will be all right ♪

♪ It's just overkill ♪

♪ Day after day, it reappears… ♪

♪ Night after night ♪

♪ My heartbeat shows the fear ♪

♪ Ghosts appear and fade away ♪

♪ Ghosts appear and fade away… ♪

♪ Ghosts appear ♪

♪ And fade away ♪

- Uh, hi. - Hi.

Didn't mean to crash your party.

Oh, no, I'm just getting started.

- Can I pour you a glass? - Oh, I probably shouldn't.

You know, I've got a big drive ahead of me.

Where to?

- Oh. - Yeah. No.

- I figured it was about time. - Right.

I've been threatening it long enough.

Didn't want everyone to think I was full of shit.

Oh, bit late for that now, isn't it?

Before I shoot, I just really wanted to apologize

for what I said to you yesterday.

Forget it. Um, I probably said a few harsh things myself.

Nah, nah, you were spot-on. I just really wa--

Well, I didn't see that coming.

Oh, yeah, you did.

You were saying something about the drive home.

What?

Oh, yeah. Um…

So, how… how far is it?

Home? It's about, uh, 12 hours, if you get a wriggle on.

Twelve hours. Okay.

So, I guess 15 minutes won't make much of a difference then?

When it came to the ladies,

Les had often been accused of favoring quantity over quality.

But staring into Emily's eyes,

he'd have happily traded all that came before

for this one moment in time.

Only trouble was,

her suggestion of a quick game of hide the sausage

had three words banging around his brain.

Paw-paw cream.

Any other time, I would… I would… I would jump at that,

- but I… I've really gotta make tracks. - You what?

Just look me up if you're ever up my way, yeah?

Um…

Uh, sure. Yeah. Okay.

Um, you… you too.

Hooroo.

Shit.

Watch out, it's gonna blow. Hey!

Now, I'm not gonna lie to you, boys and girls,

it was bloody rough going there for a while.

We were taking on more water than we could bail out,

but, you know, somehow we managed to stay the course.

And now we're in the open ocean with the wind at our backs.

It's given us the opportunity to dream,

to dream bigger than we ever have before.

And I tell you, I have been dreaming big.

Mmm.

I got it.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

Hurry back, Billy. The suspense is killing me.

♪ Listen now to the wind, babe ♪

♪ Listen now to the rain ♪

♪ Feel that water Licking at my feet again ♪

♪ I don't wanna see this town no more ♪

♪ Wasting my days on a factory floor ♪

♪ The first thing you know ♪

♪ I'll be back in Bow River ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ Anytime you want, babe ♪

♪ You can come around… ♪

Come on. Christ.

♪ Separates me and the great Top End… ♪

Yeah, righto, mate!

♪ Twelve hours a day ♪

♪ And the money I saved Won't buy my youth again… ♪

Trying to tell me something, big fella?

♪ I'm going for the heat, babe ♪

♪ And the tropical rain… ♪

♪ Putting on the dog for me ♪

♪ I'm waiting on the weekend ♪

♪ Set of brand-new tires ♪

♪ And back in Bow River ♪

♪ Just where I wanna be… ♪

Tell you what, she pulled down a nice, big boar two days ago.

Cut the back leg off it

and you ate it all, didn't you?

Fuckin' Les is…

♪ I don't wanna see this town no more ♪

♪ Too many years made up my mind ♪

♪ To go or stay ♪

♪ Right to my dyin' day ♪

♪ I don't wanna see another engine line ♪

♪ Too many years, and I owe my mind ♪

♪ First set of wheels Heading back to Bow River again ♪