All language subtitles for Jack Irish - 01x03 - Episode 3.WEB-DL.English.HI.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

Sarah Longmore? Daughter of.
. . the Attorney General.

I'm looking for my sister, Tina.

Have you heard from our Tina?

She's still overseas, isn't she?

SUE: No, she's back.
(Screams)

(Gunfire)

JANENE: They've killed Wayne
and they're after me!

These numbers here...
Who is Pier Okant?!

So, I checked the company. It was
registered under a Driscon Holdings.

SIMON: That is where I would start.

We aren't able to give out
any information about out clients.

WOMAN: I can see $25,000
was transferred into your account

from the Holman-Dang Bank.

With hands in the air,
we reach for hope!

Where's Tina? I know she's back.

Janene, isn't it? Why don't you just
come past my office?

We can sort out whatever this is.

I'll just have a white coffee,
thanks.

I'm so pleased you called.

Look, whatever's happened to you,

there's nothing more important to me
than bringing you back to the flock.

Spare me.

They killed Wayne.

As Jesus is my Lord and Saviour,

I just do not know
what you are talking about.

Seriously, you don't know
what's happening in your own church?

Ah, sorry. There's no need to hover.
Just put it down.

Thank you very much, Sadie.
Thank you.

Well, I need to know everything,
Janene, so that I can help.

The only help I want from you
is to know what this means.

(Mobile phone buttons beep)

What are them numbers -
bank account, phone number?

Pier Okant. Is that a code
or a company or a person?

I'm asking you!

All I know is Tina's missing
because of 'em,

Wayne's dead, and I'm in hiding.

Then you have to go to the police.
I'll drive you. Come on.

I'm perfectly capable of driving
myself.

Janene, if there is trouble
in my organisation,

then I want to root it out,

so you tell those police
everything you know.

You're so good at this.
I almost believe you.

I'll pray for you, Janene.

Pray for yourself.

(Engine starts)

The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through
the Valley of the Shadow of Death,

I will fear no evil, for thou art...

(Central locking beeps)

♪ You may run on for a long time

♪ Run on for a long time

♪ You may run on for a long time

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut you down

♪ Tell you
God almighty's gonna cut you down

♪ Go and tell that long-tongue liar

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler,
the back-biter

♪ Tell them
God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down

♪ Tell them
God almighty's gonna cut 'em down. ♪

(Traffic drones, car horn beeps)

(Phone rings)

(Groans)

Where'd you go?
The Philippines, remember?

Oh, Linda. Sorry, I'm half-asleep.

Oh. Didn't wake you, did I?

It's got to be
close to midday there.

Yeah, I slept in. How's it going?

You missing Melbourne's winter?

Are you kidding?
I'm loving this heat.

That's great.

Listen, about the Holman-Dang Bank
nonsense...

Oh, yeah. Did you go there?
Did you talk to anyone?

Yeah, a letterbox.
It asked after you.

Um, I left you a message.

It's just an empty building, Jack.
It's a scam.

What kind of scam pays 25 grand?

Did you actually get the money?

Well, it went into my account,
but then my account was frozen.

Right. Well, then, it's the kind
an idiot would fall for.

It's an internet scam, Jack.

Did you even check the website?
It's a holding page.

Hey, listen,
did you check that mailbox?

Is there any mail in there addressed
to a person called Pier Okant?

No.
(Computer tone)

You know, as if getting framed
for murder wasn't enough,

last night I got beaten up
and pissed on.

That's nice.
Did you pay for that too?

Very funny. Are you listening
to a word I'm saying?

(Electricity crackles)

Oh, shit!

(Crash!)

JOURNALIST: Where the hell's Orton?

Uh, uh! In a meeting.

With who - Mr Gin and Mr Tonic?

It's medicinal, staves off malaria,

and in this heat,
you have to keep your fluids up.

The internet's crashed
and the power's gone out because...

I wouldn't lean on that
if I were you.

We had a dose of legionnaire's
through the air con. To your health.

...because the ceiling fan fell off.

It nearly took out a stringer.

Which one?
Does it matter?

I admit, I have favourites.

I guess I'd better
screw it back up again.

I try to take one moment
for myself...

Can you start with the internet?
I need to get back online.

What did you journalists do
before the internet?

Don't touch that. This could be live.

Just as I thought -
the rats have been at it.

Oh.

Pete, go to the fuse box, will you?

Would you find somewhere else
to plug this in?

Sure.
And tell me when you have.

OK.

Alright, there you go.

OK, Pete.

(Machinery beeps and whirrs)

Ta-da!

Is the internet back on?
(Coughs)

Great. Excuse me, sorry.

Why are you looking at this?

I'm not.
I'm minding my own business.

What sort of a bank is this?

Do you mind?

(Television murmurs)

Jack?
Jack!

NORM: Jack!

Do you young fellas ever think
about switching stools -

you know,
just to shake things up a bit?

No way, mate!

This stool and my arse

is one of the most successful
relationships I've ever had.

Oh. Well, fair enough.

Thanks, Stan.
STAN: Yeah.

Cheers, mate.

Listen, this witness that the coppers
reckon saw me leave the Palms Motel,

supposedly with a gun,
what can you tell me about her?

You can't contact a witness, mate.
How's it going to look?

I can't let it go, mate.
I need to know who set me up and why.

Well, look at your track record.

I mean, you've pissed off some
people in some pretty high places.

You're not exactly short on enemies.

Brendan O'Grady.

Jack Fucking Irish.
Happy anniversary, my friend.

What anniversary's that?

Four years to the day you got me out
of doing eight to ten in the nick.

Ah.
That rolls around pretty quick, eh?

Once a year.

It's not another kidney, is it?

I don't want to spoil it,
but you're going to love it.

You really don't have to do this.

The fact that you're wandering
the streets freely, that's...

...that's thanks enough.

Till next year, then.

Or not - I mean, it's up to you,

but don't feel bad
if you're busy or...

Well, I take it back, mate -
you do have friends.

He was your client. You owe me, OK?

Listen, mate, you got to give me
something, alright?

Donna Donovic...

...AKA Donna Double D,
professional dancer.

Not with the Royal Ballet,
though, I take it.

There you go. You have that.

(Woman speaks Arabic)

WOMAN: Hello.
Hello.

They're like fucking locusts
around here! Jeez.

Kiss your mother with that mouth,
do you?

Here.

So, how do you want me
to handle this?

I've included his browser history.

(Laughs) A lot of late-night
activity.

His wife's in a wheelchair - MS.

So, what's he got?

Before he left us, Mr Gomes stole
some financial records.

Can he hurt us?

SUE: Not if we can help it.

This hearing is a farce.

You're not investigating
charity fraud,

you're... you're targeting
environmental groups.

Now, I have the evidence here...
LONGMORE: Thank you, Mr Gomes.

You have 30 minutes on the 28th.

We'll adjourn.

MAN: And then you'll get
what you want...

'Pandora Box - sexy chats for you.'

MAN: Patience is collecting silk.

Everything I want is...

Pussy Willow. Ah, of course -
the Willow family.

Everything alright?
Yeah, yeah.

Not that you'd tell me if it wasn't.

Why would I? I don't want to hear
about your problems.

It's not about the bank repayments,
is it?

You don't charge enough. You know you
could charge three times the amount.

Hand-made furniture is for everyone,
rich, poor, stupid.

Besides, I have to discount
for your handiwork.

I don't even take a wage, remember?

I purely come here
for the sparkling conversation.

Ha!

Find...
Ah, here we go - Donna Double 'D'.

(Phone buttons beep)

You need this much sex?
What are you?

I don't need to take sex advice
from a septuagenarian monk.

No wonder she left you.

Shh! It's ringing.

WOMAN, ON PHONE: This is Donna.

Donna? Hi. This is, um, John -
John... English.

Er, I was just admiring your ad,

and I was wondering
whether you do home visits.

For you, honey, I'd do anything,

but I'm going
to have to call you back.

I've got your number in my phone.
I'll talk to you really soon, OK?

OK.
(Call disconnects)

Longmore's only given me 30 minutes.

I've got a stack of financials.

I've got a whistleblower
that's ready to talk.

What I've got
will blow the lid on them.

Shand, Way of the Cross,
they're dead in the water.

Hey, believe me,

I want to bring these bastards down
as much as you do.

We have to be very careful
about the way we do this.

Been a very long crusade, my friend.

How's Trish?

Same. Going down a steep hill
slowly.

Yes. It's a bloody cruel disease.

Must be hard on you.

Oh, my sweet Lord.
What?

Blonde sheila by the bar there.

What about her?

Alright, this is very hush-hush.

I met her at a private party,
very high-end affair.

The girls there, mate,
they would blow your mind.

(Mobile phone rings)

Yes?

I was wondering how you'd feel
about a visitor.

I wouldn't want to just,
you know, lob up.

Feeling a bit gun-shy
after last time.

Uh, yeah. You could pop in.

Great!

(Door opens)

(Sighs)

Er, you left without coffee.

Wow. Has this got a name already?

Relationship No.39.

You know, this...
this isn't a relationship, Jack.

We've only slept together once.

Well, twice, if you count the alibi.

How come you skulked off
this morning?

I didn't skulk.

Was I that bad?

What do you want -
a score out of ten?

No, I just... you know.

I'd had a pretty rough night,
getting beaten up by those blokes.

The ones who pissed on you?
Only one of them pissed on me.

Good for you! You've got to draw
the line somewhere.

Hey, I was... I was wondering
about maybe seeing your dad.

You know, he said
that he paid Tina's bills,

and I thought maybe
if we looked at her phone bills

or her credit-card records
or something,

it might give us something.

We aren't an 'us', Jack, uh...

Just forget it. Forget it.

Look, I don't want to become
one of your sculptures, OK,

but I also don't...

...I don't really want
to be your walk of shame either.

Sorry.

(Door closes)

(Engine starts)

My father's expecting us.

Senator Longmore.

So, you're Jack Irish, hmm?

I take it she's not coming in?

No.

You know,
the last time Sarah and I spoke,

she was yelling at me through
a megaphone at a protest rally.

It's actually Tina I'm here about.

Everyone's an expert
in what not to do, Mr Irish,

but the question is what to do.

That's what governing is -
not sniping from the sidelines.

I'm sure it is.
Have you heard from Tina lately?

She's been away with her church.

The Way of the Cross -

one of those happy-clapping
McMansion churches that springs up

at the outer cesspits.

The cesspits being your electorate,
sir?

Um, Sarah tells me
you pay Tina's bills.

I was just wondering
if they might help...

You think I haven't thought of this?
She's my daughter, for God's sake!

The AFP Commissioner informs me

that she travelled back from
the Philippines without any luggage.

The Philippines?
Mmm.

You don't know if she happened
to sort of receive a deposit

from a Holman-Dang Bank,
by any chance?

(Scoffs) No. I'm her only bank.

The last call she made...

...was from Mindanao Island,

and the last purchase on her credit
card was a train ticket from Sydney.

She sent a text message
to her junkie mate last week.

Janene Ballich?
Mmm.

I'm not overly worried.

This isn't the first time
this has happened.

I take it you've seen
the monstrosities she makes?

I spent a fortune
on a procession of shrinks,

but they can't treat madness -
it's in the marrow.

Well, maybe taking it out
on sheet metal is the better option.

Did she tell you she attacked
some deadbeat back at college

with a broken bottle?

Did you know that?
No.

Damn near killed him.

You've been warned.

NORM: Nuh, they're a bloody mystery,
women.

I mean, one minute
they tell you they love you,

next minute,
they're poisoning your greyhound

and running off with your cousin -

or you find out your Chinese lady
friend is actually a Russian man.

The perils of internet dating.
(Laughs)

So, she hit a guy with a bottle?

Apparently so.

Best you found out now, I guess,
before you get in too deep.

Yeah.

Maybe steer clear of sculptors.
Go for a gentler art.

Ah, she's a sculptor, the new one,
is she, Jack?

I thought you were deaf.
The other ear.

Well, we've been looking
for a sculptor, the committee.

♪ SMOOTH JAZZ ON RECORD

Hey.

What exactly did my father tell you?

Ah, that you hit someone
with a bottle.

Bullshit. He said I almost killed
someone with a bottle.

Yeah.

And I bet he didn't tell you why.
No.

He was my housemate's boyfriend.

We all got drunk,
and he raped me when I was asleep.

I woke up and he was on top of me,

and I hit him with the nearest
weapon that I could find

as hard as I could.

And, um...

...you're the first person
I've fallen asleep with

since that happened.

I don't know what that means,
but I'm here.

Good.

Will you come in?

Why don't you stay?

You can fall asleep with me again.

Meet Holman-Dang -
Philippe Holman, Eddie Dang.

Holman is the doorman
at the Belgian Embassy here

and Mr Dang runs a Chinese laundry
in downtown Manila.

And they are as surprised as you are

that they are running
an international bank -

one, I might add, with no record

of any board members, employees
or shareholders.

I know. I told Jack - Jack Irish.

Anyway, he's an idiot.
It's just an internet scam.

Where did you find all of this?
Not on the internet.

Does anyone know Orton's surname?

I thought Orton was his surname.

Well, then, what's his first name?

Isn't it Orton?

(Computer beeps)

Interview with Hadji Adhib.

Oh.
John English?

You must be Donna.

You did mean 9am?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm a morning man.

I like to, you know,
get one in before work.

Um, you did say 300, right?

(Lock clunks)

In here,
or do you prefer the bedroom?

Oh, here's fine.
I'm told you can dance.

Maybe you could do a bit of that
while I finish my cereal.

I didn't bring any music.

Oh, I have music.

Um... I'm suspecting not Mozart,
right?

There's jazz, blues...

Oh! I know what we'll play.

The Fitzroy Football Club Song.

(Record plays)

♪ We are the boys from Old Fitzroy

♪ We wear the colours
maroon and blue

♪ We will always fight
for victory... ♪

You're a hard woman to find, Donna.

22 suburban papers
before I managed to track you down.

Well, I like to think
that I'm worth it.

Mm-hmm.

You must have
a pretty amazing memory,

with all the men that you meet
on a working day.

You going to talk
the whole way through this?

No, no. Carry on.

I mean, it's just, you know,
that you remember seeing me

running away from the Palms Motel,

and yet you didn't recognise me
here at the front door.

You weren't at the motel, were you?

You know, I saw what I saw.
Someone's waiting for me outside.

Mmm, no, they're not.
(Music silences)

(Doorknob rattles)
Let me out!

You're going to need a key for that.

Listen, about that gun
that you supposedly saw me with -

look anything like this?

Who put you up to it, Donna?

He never uses his name, but I heard
someone call him Stedman once.

Stedman? Mmm.

Have a look at these.

Is he any one of these?

No, but I've seen these two before.

They work security with him
at the parties I work at.

Well, these parties -
when's the next one?

Listen, I've recorded everything that
you've said in the last five minutes,

and I'm sure you realise that

false evidence is, what -
three to five years in prison?

And as these are your best
working years,

obviously you don't want
to waste them, do you?

They call me a couple of hours
before with a venue.

Right. Well, before the next one,
you call me, OK?

They'll kill me!

If I don't hear from you, I'm going
to take this to the police, yeah?

(Rings bell)

Hello.
Hello.

How did you know where I live?
The internet.

Can it wait for the office?
No.

(Wind chimes tinkle)

You make us work in that dive
all day and you live here?

It's a palace!

Do you own this?

How?

Drugs, guns.

Salamat.

Is she your only servant?

No, but she is the only one
who is my mother-in-law.

Oh, you're married.
You never mentioned that. To a local?

Bargirl. My mother-in-law is part
of the divorce settlement.

It's how things work here.

Listen, I need to go to Mindanao.

(Laughs)
Well, they'll love you down there.

I'd pick a scarf if I were you.

You know they are trying
to impose sharia law?

I'm meeting a contact who says
he can get me to Hadji Adhib.

Where are you meeting this contact?

He's getting a message to me
at the hotel in Davao tomorrow.

How are you going to
get around the island -

using that smattering
of Italian of yours?

That's why I'm here.

I want to take Adonis to interpret,
and I'll cover his airfare.

Makes sense.

You'll save on your return ticket,

and he can handle
your funeral arrangements.

I know what I'm getting into.

Glad to hear it, because between
Hadji Adhib and the rival warlords,

it's head-on-a-stick territory
down there.

Then let me take Adonis.

I'm doing this story.

My head'll be a lot safer there
than under your dodgy ceiling fan.

(Phone rings)

(Phone beeps)

Jack? Your wheels turned up.

JACK, ON PHONE: Ah, finally!
Any scratches?

Uh... yes.

JACK: Can't believe that
that's all that's left of my car.

Do you mind
if I use some of this stuff?

Sure.

(Why do they keep staring at me?)

Uh, Eric...
This is our sculptor, is it, Jack?

Yes, this is Sarah. Eric.

Ah, hello.
How are you goi...

Oh! Well, yes.
You've done it now.

We don't get too many artistic types
around here. My name's Wilbur.

Hello.
Oh! (Laughs)

Norm.
Hi.

Sarah, we're members of the Fitzroy
Football Club Statue Committee,

and for a little while now...

About 15 years.

...we've been planning a statue
for the Brunswick Street Oval.

Yeah, of the late Bill Irish.
Oh!

My dad was a league footballer.

And believe me, the apple fell
a fair way from that tree.

(Sarah laughs)
That's Bill Irish.

Wow!

He could make the ball talk,
Bill Irish.

Yeah, he was a ventriloquist as well.

The thing is, Sarah,
we could be in the position

to steer a pretty big project
your way.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, that would be an honour.

I'd need to know a bit more
about Bill Irish.

Well, yeah, well, look,
come and see for yourself,

because we've got memorabilia
back here in the pool room.

It's more like a tomb, missing
the incense, but go and have a look.

Right. Can't wait!
It's very exciting.

Oh, he was a hard bastard!
Where are we going?

Violence was an art form for him,
wasn't it?

But he was always fair.
He was fair, but...

You know, next time
I should just cut out the middleman

and just pour the beer
straight down the dunny.

Hey, listen,
has it occurred to you at all

that maybe this
conspiracy theory of mine

might actually be a conspiracy?

Oh, God. Here we go.

Look, everyone connected to
my stitch-up has either been murdered

or has died in an accident, yeah?

Wayne Dilthey, Travis Dilthey,
AKA Bobby Warburton,

Janene Ballich,
and Sarah's sister's still missing.

Mate, you're talking
about an ex-con junkie,

a pole dancer and some poof actor.

It ain't the society murders.

The chance of Janene being

a regulation,
garden-variety road accident

is about the same as you becoming
chief commissioner, right?

You know what this is about?
It's about drugs.

Bullshit. Bullshit.
I reckon Tina's seen something.

I reckon she's running away
from something

because she's got something on them.

She's told Janene about it.

It's all connected to this prison
and the church.

I don't know.

Mate, it's always about drugs.
It's just a matter of which one.

Listen... you recognise these blokes,
right?

Yeah, 'cause it's the Whitehill
Correctional bloody yearbook.

All of them got an early release.

Any chance that
any of them can become

better members of society,
you reckon?

Him.

Dilthey's dead.
Exactly. He's a better man for it.

Come on - no-one ever gets reborn!

We're all the same pricks we were

when we were abseiling off
our mum's umbilical.

Yeah, exactly.

There you go.

MAN: Welcome. Good morning.

Aircon! Thank God!

Hey.

Uh... he will take care.

Are you here to check in?

Yeah. Two rooms for... Hillier.

Yes, we made a booking yesterday

for two separate rooms
with bathrooms.

What are you doing in Mindanao?

Oh. (Clears throat)
I was in need of a holiday.

You don't work.

Which is its own stress, really.

This isn't some misguided attempt
at chivalry, I hope.

No, no, pure self-interest -

which is all chivalry ever was
in the first place.

I am interested in some property
down here.

Uh, your room key.

Did you know he was coming?

No.
Yes.

Uh, maybe.

Fuck!

(Phone rings)

(Mobile phone vibrates)

(Barry?)

You know how I told you
to keep me out of your mess?

Well, let me tell you again.

I just hit one button on one of your
names, and the heavens opened up.

Did you find out anything?

Look, there's one thing,
but you didn't hear this from me.

Janene Ballich's phone records -

she made three calls before
she died, and all to one person.

Oh, yeah?
Pastor Rob Shand.

Oh, not from, um...
from Way of the Cross?

Yeah, Way of the Credit Card,
more like it.

I don't want to hear from you again

unless this turns out
to be a simple drug case.

Yeah.

(Rustling)

JACK: Looks like a spaceship.

Yep. Jesus was an alien.

♪ Oh, no, no... ♪

I'm thinking of buying this CD.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

It's supercool, right?

Oh, you feel him in the music,
don't you?

I feel something.
(Laughs)

Hi, Kylene. We were hoping
to have a chat to Pastor Rob Shand.

Oh! No. Sorry.

You have to book months ahead.
Pastor Rob's super busy.

Busiest man in the world
and about the nicest!

Well, that's super disappointing.

(Phone rings)
Oh! Will you excuse me?

Oh, what is it about the pious

that makes you just want
to smash them in the face?

Uh, Pastor Rob! Excuse me.

Oh, sorry, folks. I've got
a radio interview I've gotta do...

Oh, we just won't take a second.

I want to ask you about my sister,
Tina Longmore. She's disappeared.

Uh, Tina... Tina...

She was part
of your prison-outreach program.

I tend to do the preaching.
Others do the reaching.

Well, then you, or your church, sent
her to the Philippines for aid work.

We have over 30,000 parishioners.
I'm not sure...

The thing is she just left
the Philippines really suddenly

without her luggage...

Now her flat has been ransacked.

The one person she's spoken to since
she got back was Janene Ballich,

who is a member of your church,
and she's now turned up dead.

And you were the last person
that Janene spoke to,

so I thought
you might know something.

Yes, Janene, um...

(Sighs) ..a very troubled girl,

and we've been worried for some time
that she would harm herself.

You try and help, but...

Well, she's with the Lord now.

Bet she's doing cartwheels.

I'm really very late. I'm sorry.

Sorry, are you sure
you don't know her?

I'm sorry.

Well, we now know why they sent Tina
to the Philippines.

Why?
Because he was shagging her.

Oh.

A man like that doesn't forget
a face like hers. Trust me.

LINDA: Right.
So, it's there - Lumba-Bayabao.

Better get a move on
if we're gonna make it by three.

Interesting - local fish market
supply in this region

has been down
for the past two weeks.

Riveting.

How is it this property
you're interested in

happens to be on our way?

Unusual to run out of fish here.

You know, I don't even know

if Orton's your first name
or your last name.

I'm sorry,
is that a rhetorical question?

Or why you have a European accent
and an English name.

Ah, the Mayor says,

'Market supplies from the province
have never been so low.'

Hmm.

Now, I'm not sure
if this is a good idea...

...'cause I don't think Charlie's ever
had a woman in the workshop before.

Did you find your prostitute?

Charlie, this is Sarah.
Sarah, Charlie.

Does he really do cabinet-making?
Not that you'd notice.

This is a little table
that I've been working on.

Ah, you're doing all that by hand.

Yeah. Made to order.

Mortise-and-tenon joint.

Ah.
Beautiful.

Come, I'll show you.
Jack will make us some tea.

Yeah, I'll make tea.

Are you making a set?
Mm-hmm.

(Chuckles) Is this one of his?

Unfortunately.

(Laughs and tuts)

(All speak local language)

(Toots horn)

Hey, you know I have to be there
at three, yes?

ADONIS: Salamat.

(Both speak Tagalog)

English, English!

What did they say? You can't still
be asking directions - I have a map.

They're all saying the same thing.

Villagers are being driven out
of this region.

By Hadji Adhib?

No, by a little outfit
called Holman-Dang Trustees.

I told you
I was interested in property.

Well, it seems they are too.
How do you know all of this?

I helped myself
to one of their bills

and ran it past my contact
at the Titles Office in Manila.

He spoke to people,
they spoke to people.

It seems the bank are buying
huge parcels of land

at bargain basement prices.

By the way, Linda, you might have
to sit in the back now, please.

Go left here.
Lumba-Bayabao's straight.

You're not taking me
to the Gatekeeper, are you?

God, no.

You'll just end up with your head
on a spike, which would be a shame.

Yours is not an unattractive head.

Seems to go well
with the rest of your body.

Speaking of heads,
you guys better keep yours down now.

Warlord territory.

So, where ARE we going?

There's meant to be a fishing
village down the road a while.

The locals are saying
something happened,

and they are frightened to go there.

The markets don't often
run out of fish here.

It could be a story.

Hmm. Not bad.

You let this one go,
I'll let you go.

Night, Charlie.

Well, I've never seen him gush
like that before.

'Gush'?
Yeah. 'Not bad'?

In Charlie-speak,
that's positively waxing lyrical.

I've waited years for a 'not bad'.

So, what are your plans for tonight?

Are you staying back late
to do some tongue-and-groove work?

Maybe.

(Mobile phone chimes)

That'll be your prostitute.

Oh, yeah. So it is.

Do you feel like going to a party?

Sweetheart, you're probably asleep.

I'm going to be
a little bit late home tonight.

Your medicine's by the bed,
but please don't wait up for me.

I love you.

This way.

Our first proper date,
and you invite me to a sex party.

How is it you're still single?

Mobile phones.

Cameras, recording devices.

It's for your benefit, not ours.

There you go.

What's in it?

Decadence.

LINDA: Adonis, tell me you know
where we are.

Uh, I thought I did...
but that was hours ago.

Admit it - we're lost.
Let's just turn around.

We can try again tomorrow.

What's more dangerous?

Are we better off continuing
or turning around?

Um... I think better we continue.

(Sighs) Got it.

(Door opens)

OK, I'm going to go in.
I really need you to wait in the car.

Not a problem.
No, no, I'm serious. I'm serious.

Please don't move from that spot.
You're on getaway duty, OK?

(Scoffs) A motorised wheelchair
could beat that thing!

Hey, Jack. (Kisses)

I think they're all in.
I'll lock up.

Yeah, seal 'em tight.

♪ SLOW, RHYTHMIC MUSIC

Hey.

Hey!

Irish!

We've got an intruder.

Level 2, south corridor.

(Gun fires)

(Gun fires)
No guns!

(Car engine starts)

SARAH: Was that gunshots?!

I told you not to move!
I didn't move. I moved the car.

Go, go, go!

(Tyres squeal, metal crashes)

(Metallic creaking)

What the fuck was that?

Our insurance excess.

(Engine turns over)

Why won't it start?

I don't know. I'll go check.

(Mobile phone chimes)

Adonis, what is it?

Someone put a big pile of rocks
on the road.

What?

Well, how bad is it?

(Speaks Tagalog)

English!

The oil sump is done.
The car won't go anywhere.

Let's just get out of here!
No, no, no, no! Stay.

It's best we stay here
until daylight.

Looks like we're staying
in the car tonight.

(Door lock clunks)

(Faint sobbing)

They found Tina.

(Thud!)

(Man shouts in local language)

(Glass breaks)

(Repeated thudding)

Cover it! Your head!
Go down!

(Men shout in local language)

MAN: Everyone out!

You get out!
(Thudding and banging)

Do you hear?