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Go to the top, mate.

Woo-hoo!

We playing poker?

You air force pussy boys
want to play for cash?

I can't even deal myself
a good hand.

- Bets?
- I don't have any more.

Say 'check' then.

Check.

OK. I'll check too then.

Show us your cards, Mikey.

Pair of queens.

Full house.

- Let's just call me moneybags!
- Look at all that moolah, man!

Give it back, man. I need it.

It's not my money.

I've got to get Mum's
prescription on the way home.

Shouldn't gamble if you can't
afford to lose it, Mikey.

Don't be a dead shit.
Give it back.

You know his mum's sick.
She needs her pills.

You've still got the rest
of the money.

OK.

I'll give you
your 10 bucks back.

If you jump.

I... I can't do that, man.

I'm... I'm... I'm afraid of
heights

and the rocks always move.

You'll be fine, bro.
Three steps. We checked it out.

Just give me
the fucking money, man.

What fucking money?

Any money around here
belongs to me.

Cough it up.

What are you playing?
52 pickup?

Piss off, Victor.

Hey, Paul. Tell your brother

Jake won that money
fair and square.

Shut your mouth, septic.

I'll bash you just for fun.

You got any money?

We could play a hand.

- Two.
- Two.

Three.

Three.

Alright.

Show your cards.

Pair of aces.

What have you got?

Three nines.

Let's go, boys.

I can't lose!

- Go!
- Shit!

- Fuck!
- Three steps, boys!

Foley! I'll fucking catch you!

I will fight you, Foley!
Fuck!

♪ We will fight another day

♪ Ho or ah, hoo-ri-ay
We will fight another day

♪ Ho or ah, hoo-ri-ay
We'll fight another day. ♪

Fuck!

- Mikey, here's your tenner.
- For what?

You jumped!

Nah, mate. I nicked it.

I'm at the gallery. No, no.
Just drop something off for me.

Excuse me.

Something I haven't driven.
OK? Alright. Yeah.

Sorry?

No, um, sorry, this is gonna
sound really odd

but I want to paint you.

I took these shots of you
in the gallery.

And I really am sorry.

I just saw the way
you were looking at the art

and there was just something in
the way you were taking it in.

Can I buy you a coffee
or something?

Can we talk?

I don't want a coffee, no.

Do you know what the
Archibald is?

- It's a portrait prize, yeah?
- Yeah.

I want to paint you for that

but technically we've got to
spend a bit of time together.

Thing is, there's this form
that needs to be signed

and I don't have it
but maybe you could just say,

"Allira Morley has permission
to paint my portrait."

You just have to say your name.

The competition's not for
six months

so I've got plenty of time.

Allira Morley has permission
to paint my portrait.

OK, I'm gonna go that way.

Not yet. You've got to say
your name.

Jake Foley.

Could you maybe say your age
and what you do?

Is that OK?

I'm 57.

And I'm a gambler.

Is that for real?

- You're a gambler?
- Yeah.

Like on sports? Horses,
greyhounds, that kind of thing?

No.

I play poker.

Right on!

Well, thanks.

Maybe if I make the short list,
I'll see you at the exhibition?

No, you won't.

An object
won't change its motion

unless a force acts on it.

That's one of Newton's laws.

From the time we were teenagers,

Mikey, Alex, Paul, Drew and I

were an inseparable
band of pirates.

But for quite a while now,

life and circumstance have been
pulling us apart

and time is running out

to apply the force that would
bring us back together.

Of all the boys,
my best friend was Drew.

We had a lot in common.

Our dads were air force pilots.

We liked to take risks

and we both loved card games,
specifically poker.

Five-card draw, seven-card stud,

Texas hold 'em, Omaha,
Razz, Badugi,

Chinese, deuce to seven
triple-draw.

Any kind of poker.

When the first personal
computers came along,

we were all over it,

adapting them to suit us,
writing our own programs

for the games we wanted to play,

and in '94 we set up

the world's first online
poker system.

When the larger markets
opened to us

that was a waterfall.

More money than
we'd ever dreamed of.

Then Drew hit on something else.

By restructuring the code
from cards to countries,

he retooled the program
into a sale able, military grade

surveillance software.

We called it RIFFLE.

Shit name, I know.

Our customers are governments.

But life's just a game, right?

It's all in how you read
and respond to your opponents.

You watch how they bet,
how much they bet.

Everything they do
informs you more.

If luck is leaving you

apply what you can
to change its motion.

Hey. I'm Jake.

Keep walking.

Maximise your wins,
minimise your losses

and stay in the game
as long as you can.

I'm Paje.

- You can call me Bill.
- Jake.

Yeah.

Did you bring something else
to wear?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

This is your space.

Join me outside.

The medicine is telling me
you're not ready yet

so we wait.

We can talk if you want.

I'll talk then.

Most people come here
for the shared experience,

safety in numbers.

A shared journey.

There are only three types
of people who come here

for a private appointment.

There's the morbidly famous who
are afraid of their own shadow.

The drug fucked

who quite mistakenly think
this is the next great high.

And the incurably curious.

Now I don't recognise your face.

You don't appear to be in need.

But there is a weight on you.

And...

...it's related to
your mortality.

How am I doing so far?

100%.

Death is inevitable.
All living things will die.

You have to recognise that
with relief.

Embrace that knowledge.

In my entire life...

...the time I've spent pondering
my own mortality

would add up to minutes.

If that.

Maybe when my wife, Alison, died

I did ask the universe
a lot of questions then.

I never got any
satisfactory answers.

The answers don't always have
the structure we expect.

Sometimes the insistence
of the question

can drown out the response.

Let's go and untie some knots.

Let's go and untie some knots.

Over the next few days,

there will always be somebody
here with you.

Over the next few days

there will always be someone
here with you

for what comes
out of your mouth.

Sometimes the body
wants to purge.

The orange bucket is for
what comes out of your mouth.

The brown bucket...

Pretty obvious, right?

You will know when it's started.

Project the quest for your quest

to the front of your mind.

You will know when it's time.

Opening up to yourself
is one thing.

Opening up to others
may still be hard.

When the time's right
you might be able to use this.

What is it?

Let's just call it truth serum.

Couple of drops and you'll say
what's on your mind.

Perfectly harmless
in small doses.

Bit of sweating.

It can unlock doors.

It would take 10mls or more,
directly injected,

to be lethal.

Some people take comfort
in knowing

that they have some
means of control.

OK, straight.

Twenty. Go.

Good girl. Break there.

Hey, you.

You got in here like a ninja.

I didn't hear one step.

What are you doing?

Checking out the house,
making sure everything's ready.

Ahh. Yes. Big poker game.

You haven't done that in years.

Yeah, well...

They've been busy,
I've been busy. That's all.

Anyway, taking a break
from old friends

sometimes reminds me how much
they really mean to you.

I love those guys.

They're just as much my posse
of delinquent uncles

as they are your school buddies.

I will make sure
they hear that, baby.

I have a more serious question.

Does it involve cash?

Am I your favourite child
and most special daughter?

I can guarantee that,

mainly because you are my only
child and only daughter.

Mm. As your favourite child
and most special daughter,

there's the cutest denim jacket
down in the arcade.

Mm-hm.

So I was wondering...

Yeah. Yep.

It's cuter than that.

Look at what you've built.

Mum would've been
so proud of you.

Hey, come on.

Don't get yourself upset.

Your mum is with us every day.

She sees everything.

And you know what?

She'd much rather see you
laughing than crying.

I just miss her.

I didn't think I could live
a day without her,

let alone ten years.

- Jack.
- Sam.

Fuck.

Now... if you decide
on a testamentary trust

and we know that time is
of the essence here,

then you will have to nominate
a trustee.

That trustee can be a person
or persons,

an organisation
or a trust company.

If you still want to explore
the idea of a charity trust,

then in addition to a trustee

you'll have to nominate and
appoint a board of directors

prior to your passing.

Now, your nominated
beneficiaries,

they'll be able to deal
directly with your trustee.

However, both your trustees
and your board of trustees

will be overseen and managed
by a trust administrator.

The trust administrator

will report directly back to
your nominated beneficiaries.

In the event of dispute,

we'll have appointed
a trust protector

so if your beneficiaries see

that your trustee is no longer
trustworthy...

...trust administrator
and will report back to

and defend the rights
of your beneficiaries.

Now, look, I know this is
a lot to take in.

If you do the structure right,

I guarantee it'll be
tight as a drum.

Now, in regards to tonight,
everything's in place.

I'm gonna meet the guys
in the garage in ten minutes.

Once I'm done there,
I'll meet you at the pad.

The pilot's standing by.

Good.

Have you told Drew?

Not all the details, no.

Devil's advocate.

Tonight is all very elaborate,
Jake.

Are you certain
you want to go through with it?

And this I'm not asking
as your lawyer.

Plenty of people get by
with flowers and cards.

Well, they might not be

the best decisions
I've ever made

but at least I won't live
to regret them.

See you down there.

Hey, ah...

...I'm sorry.

What for?

Apply where necessary.

Minister! Minister!

The report on Family Affairs
released today

seems to contradict the stated
intentions of your department

just earlier this year.

Well, Beverly,
what you're really saying

is that the general press
contrivance

to misunderstand the position
we took last year...

My department is aligned.

We're putting the needs
of lower-income families first

and I know you personally
support that, Beverly.

No, Minister. Minister!

Did you get the text?

What the fuck are we doing,
meeting in a car park?

I thought we were meeting
in the penthouse.

Hello, Paul.
Good to see you too.

I'm sorry.

Maybe the car park's where
the private lift is, Minister.

Yeah. Course it is.

Let's do this.

You don't want to wait for Alex?

That arselicker's probably
already here.

You look like shit, by the way.

Tremendous!

You look beautiful.

Hey.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

We just have to tell him.
Get it done.

Yeah.

It's on tonight, alright?
Just don't forget the gear.

You never know who you're gonna
bump into, Billy.

Some old mate
you owe a favour to.

I'm gonna have this bloke Styx
with me.

He's a little different.
He's Polish or something.

But we need him. He's connected
and he knows what's what

so just don't use
your prison charm, OK?

That's what I'm asking, mate.
Just nice and easy.

- Gentlemen.
- Alex!

- How are you, mate?
- I'm good. You?

- Geez, you don't age.
- How are you?

Paul, I'm Sam, the annoying one
that's been texting you.

Paul. Nice to meet you.

So are we going upstairs or...

Ah, actually, Jake thought
you might like to meet him

down at Pebble Cove.

So he would like you guys
to pick a car to drive.

Any one you like.

- You're kidding?
- No. The keys are all in them.

Sat navs have all been
pre-programmed

with the scenic route.

Travel time is about 90 minutes

but Jake would like you to
think of it as a race.

Jakey, Jakey, J...
Where are you going?

- Mike, I'm Sam.
- Hi, Sam.

You keep away from that.
That thing's mine.

You keep away
from the blue Rolls.

So have you caught up with Jake
much lately or not?

Oh, not much.
I've... I've been travelling.

A couple of book tours
and such, yeah.

- Yeah, life gets busy, eh?
- Yeah, it does.

Mike, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to drive you.

You're kidding me?
It was a fucking sip.

Ahhhh!

We're taking that one.

Nice choice.

Is anyone gonna say 'go'?

Turn right.

In 400...

Hey. You good?

Yeah, brother.
How are you holding?

- You gonna tune in tonight?
- Right on showtime.

Look, Jake, are you really sure

you want it to go down
this way, man?

There needs to be a catalyst.

We haven't had an honest
conversation in years.

And I don't have time
to wait around

for these guys to get
comfortable enough

to tell me the truth.

Yeah. I get it, brother.

- See you soon.
- Yeah, I'll see ya.

Fuck me, mate.

Everything OK?

I'm in a super car race with
a soft cock for a chauffeur.

Everything's peachy.

You know, all the specs say
we have the fastest car.

It's got a race engine.

You're in a race.

Maybe put your fuckin' foot
down!

There are fresh ingredients in
the fridge if you want to cook

and everything you need
for grilled oysters

is in the fridge
by the barbecue.

Great. Penelope here?

Yes, she is.
She's downstairs, sir.

The guests will arrive
in three separate cars,

so meet them in the garage,
take them to their rooms,

- then to the wine cellar.
- No problem.

After that, you guys
can take the night off.

Just put the gate on code only.

Hello, Mr Jake.

- Everything good?
- Everything in place, sir.

Great. I think I might cook
tonight.

You sure you want to do that,
Mr Jake?

I'll try not to make a mess.

Hello?

Thank fuck. Did you get
my message?

Don't go to the house tonight.
The plan has changed.

I'm not changing plans.
Everything's been organised.

No, no, you have to change
the plan.

I thought the house would be
empty. He'll be there.

It's going ahead.
Time to clear your debt.

No, no, it can't go ahead
tonight, do you hear me?

He'll be there. I'll be there.

It's too close. He'll know.

Please, man,
just back the fuck off.

Fuck, fuck!

Having fun, Mr Foley?

Penelope.

Did Sam tell you
what's going on?

Only that it's big stakes

and that I'll probably
finish early.

He didn't elaborate.

RFID chips.

Live and legal tender.

As good as cash.

Five equal stacks.
Texas hold 'em.

Yes, boss.

Yes, of course.

Hey, look, um, I've got to go.

Bye. Love you.

Mikey, let's go!

- You right?
- Yep.

Let's hit it.

- There he is!
- Alex.

- Good to see you, Jake.
- How are you?

- Paul.
- Jakey, boy.

Always a pleasure.

- Mike.
- Hey.

- How are you doing? OK?
- Look at this!

All good, Mr Foley?

All good, Chris.
See you tomorrow.

You do know there are
other wines in the world

besides Henschke and Penfolds?

Yeah, I have a rule with wine.

Don't buy it unless
you're gonna drink it.

But I knew you would say
something like that

so small vineyard
McLaren Vale shiraz.

The Velvet Glove.

- Oh.
- Salute. It's been too long.

Cheers, lads.

To Drew and you, Jake.

Absent friends.

- How is Drew?
- He's good.

- How are the cars?
- Oh, that Maybach is amazing.

I put my foot down
and I was here.

Yeah, I wouldn't know
how mine was to drive

'cause you sent the fuckin'
fun police over there.

Well, I'm glad you liked the
cars because they're yours.

- My gift.
- What?

I mean, that... that Maybach is
a million-dollar car, Jake.

Forgive my cynicism
but what's the catch?

There's no catch but I just
thought we'd have a bit of fun

and up the stakes tonight.

The cars are yours,
title signed over to you,

or you can give up the dream car

and exchange it...

...for $5 million in chips...

...each.

Holy shit! $5 million.

Texas hold 'em.
Winner take all.

There's a couple of wrinkles.

One, you have to play.
You can't sit out.

And two, if one of you wants
to keep the car

then that's that.

It's one in, all in

and we'll just play
for our usual stakes.

Fuck.

- Which car came first?
- The Maybach.

That puts you on
the button, Alex.

Just got to make the decision.

Do you want the car
or do you want the chips?

I'll leave you to discuss it.
Sam can answer your questions.

Just remember, if you do play...

...you have to accept
the outcome.

If you don't play, you have to
accept that outcome too.

Wait, wait, wait,
before we start.

We... We can't do this.

Can't do what?

We can't take the cars.

You're damn right
we can't take the cars.

It's $5 million in chips. It's
poker night. Let's fuckin' go.

Oh, come on, we can't take
the cars or the chips.

This is crazy.

I mean, let's just play
for our normal stakes, hey?

I don't want to feel like
I owe Jake anything.

This is $5 million in chips.
Each. Right, Sam?

Mm-hm.

So what's it gonna be, gents?

$25 million on the table.
Who are these guys?

They're guys I grew up with.

I'm giving them a couple
of big experiences tonight

and fucking with their heads
just for old times' sake.

They will probably say stupid
shit when they drink, OK?

And they'll flirt with a bedpost

if they think they have
half a chance.

Mikey, wait. Just... Just...

This is... This is too much.

You know, I'm doing OK.
I don't need this.

I'm happy for you, Alex,
that you're doing OK,

that your books are sellin'.

That's great.

I'm not doin' OK.

And I want to play.

Just say yes, Alex.

Mike...

What about you, Paul?

I think we should... just
say yes, Alex.

They're in.

Good.

We're... We're doing this.

Yeah, we're doing this.

You don't do things by halves,
Jake.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

It's just a game, Alex.

This is a beautiful drop.

Sweet Jesus.

Fuck me!

Not that I don't appreciate the
wine, Jake, it's fuckin' lovely

but I'll grab myself
a poker player's drink.

- Take the bottle.
- Cheers.

Let's go, eh?

There's a humidor over there,
if you feel like it.

Don't mind if I do.

Hello. I'm Michael.

- I'm Penelope.
- You left or right-handed?

I'm right.

You'll be right.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I'm your dealer for tonight.
My name is Penelope.

- Hello, Penelope. I'm Paul.
- Hi, Paul.

- Alex.
- Alex.

On my right hand here, Michael.

It's a $5 million buy-in,
no re-buy, Texas hold 'em,

winner takes all.

We will start small blind
$25,000,

big blind $50,000.

Good luck to you all.

If you love art so much
then why do you steal?

To possess it.

Even just briefly to be close
enough to smell the canvas,

to touch the brushstrokes,
I must possess it.

Maybe it's just a bit too
obtuse and deep for you, Billy.

Maybe you're just not
smart enough to understand.

Oh, I'm smart enough to know
which part of your face

is gonna bleed the most.

You fuckin' ferret.

The blue car's the target.

- Call.
- Call.

Raise. 175.

Raise 175,000.

- Out.
- Alex is out.

- Call.
- Call.

Call.

- Call.
- Call.

- Check.
- Check.

- Check.
- Bet.

Bet 100,000.

Raise 400.

Raise 400.

Call.

Call.

Sam's out.

- Check.
- Check.

700,000.

Michael?

- Raise 2 million.
- Raise 2 million.

Paul is out.

- All in.
- Jake goes all in.

Michael?

A quick game is
a good game, eh, Jake?

Thanks for the invite.
I call. All in.

First fuckin' hand.

10 million in the pot.

Ooh.

You both have
the same cards. Jack and ten.

Michael has hearts.
Jake has diamonds.

We have a straight

or a possible flush draw
on both.

Split pot, gentlemen.

Fuck me...

Right down the middle.

Straight down the middle.

So we've been fucking
talking about

you walking from
Melbourne to Sydney

- for about 25 fucking years.
- 30 years.

And the bit of the story
that I've never figured out

is you didn't actually complete
the journey.

Oh, I did, yeah.

I did, I did.

In a car.

When you start telling
that story in the future

about the walk you did
from Melbourne to Sydney,

you should be telling
the story about

the walk
from Melbourne to Orbost.

That's right!

Melbourne's got
nothin' to do with it.

It is false advertising, mate.

It's a big title and the story
doesn't live up to the title.

It's absolutely
false advertising.

It's a bit like your last book.

And then he proceeded
to offer me this cigarette.

- Did you imbibe?
- I did. I did.

I thought it would be rude
not to.

Anyway, I didn't feel
particularly different

until later that night

I went upstairs
to the restaurant

and I'm watching this band.

And then I turned around
and looked out the window

and I came back
and there's the kitchen.

The band's fucking disappeared.

So I look out the window again,
there's the band again.

And I'm fucking
falling over all the time

going, "What the...?

"I must be really, like,
out of my mind here."

It took me about an hour

to realise that it was
a revolving rooftop restaurant.

- What a fuckin' idiot!
- I know.

That's brilliant.

And that
was my start in politics.

Ah, fuck off.

Mr Foley left me a gift
in my locker.

No, I'm gonna show you
when I get home.

We can go anywhere you want,
it's...

Look, I'm just excited
for you...

You've got to see it to
believe it.

Look, um, I'm on
my way home now.

I'll see you soon.

What's going on, man?

We get to Vegas,

we get to the hotel room
so I start go ogling...

...arse problems.

Caution. Caution,
my arse is in danger.

Right? Every time you flinched
your sphincter

it was like an electric shock
through my body.

We get to this specialist,
right,

and I lay down
and Alex is there with me.

Thank you, Alex.

And I lay down
and he has a look at it.

He's like, "Ooh, yep."

He's like, "Yeah, you've got
a perianal abscess."

Just a terrific weekend
in Vegas, wasn't it, Alex?

Wasn't it?

Hey, Bec.

When were you going to tell me?

Ah, hey, I'm driving.

This is some pretty big stuff.

Just let me pull over
and we can talk properly.

I'm a kid. Is that it?

I can't handle reality
or something?

What's the reason
for keeping me in the dark?

Listen, kiddo...

...about five months ago...

This is really hard.

...your dad had a vasectomy, OK?

He didn't... He just did it.

He didn't discuss it with me.

Now, I've always known
that your dad,

he... he loves you so much.

And he didn't want to
complicate your life

with a half-sibling
when you were younger.

But I always thought that we
would eventually get the chance

to have a baby.

So the vasectomy news,
that was a...

I've been in his office...

...looking at his
medical records.

He was diagnosed in September
with pancreatic cancer.

He's dying.

He's dying
and he wasn't going to tell me.

Ah... It's OK, Bec. I'm going
to come and get you, OK?

Just stay... Just stay
where you are, OK?

It's OK, honey.
I'm... I'm coming.

I'm gonna come and get you

and then we'll both go
talk to your dad together, OK?

Hey, Sam, go
and check that out for me?

The door might not be closed.
It's activating the system.

Yeah, no problem.

You're getting the bill.
Oh, that's right.

Look at this guy.

Bit of loitering.

Hope he's a better lawyer
than he is a card player.

So do I.

Call.

Any one of you motherfuckers
gonna deal me in?

Drew!

- Fuckin' Drew!
- Hey, Drew.

Mikey Mike, what up, baby?

- What's up, brother?
- How you doin', bro?

- What's up, brother?
- How you going, man?

Get the man a drink!
What are you having, Drew?

Give me a tequila reposado
on ice, glass of pineapple.

- Alrighty.
- Pineapple. He likes his fruit.

Hey.

There's some things
I've got to catch you up on.

Yeah, I've been seeing
the big money move.

Reposado.

Y'all said I wasn't gonna
make it, but...

Are we gonna keep playing?

No, I don't think so.

Where's she going?
We're still playing, aren't we?

It was a pleasure.

Jake asked me to turn RIFFLE
onto you guys this week.

Why would you turn

a military-grade surveillance
program on us?

At first it was just, you know,
for laughs,

maybe catch you scratching
your balls in your driveway,

show it on poker night,
but RIFFLE, it doesn't stop.

It criss-crosses
your cell phones,

home-security computers.

Now, I'm not saying
we know everything

but we know enough to get me
on a motherfuckin' plane.

I feel sick.

I'm not surprised, Alex.

I poisoned you on the base
of your toasting glasses.

It would've got on your hands.
Your faces.

Now it's in your bloodstream.

Well, that's not funny.

Are you serious?

Poisoned? Fuck off.
He's joking.

Is he?

I'm sweating
like a motherfucker.

I don't feel too good.

The first signs are sweating...

...loss of balance,
nausea and then...

Then what? Stop fucking around.

You want us dead.

I've been diagnosed with an
inoperable pancreatic cancer.

It's a death sentence.

So now we're all
on the same level.

Touch pad. Bring him over.

Beautiful.

- Done the job for me.
- Jesus! Fuck!

Fuck, Mikey.
What was you gonna do?

- Shoot us? Shoot Jake?
- Me.

I was gonna shoot me.

That was the plan.

I was gonna say goodbye
to you all and shoot myself.

Is this about the business?

What did you think?
We was gonna let you drown?

Mikey, why didn't you reach out?

I had no idea
you were this unhappy.

I put back two bottles
of vodka a day, Alex.

That's not the habit
of a happy person.

I'm alright with death.

I'm not.

I have a wife and kids.

I've got people
who depend on me.

What is the code?

I'm not gonna tell you.

What's the code?

You want another one?
What is the fuckin' code?

Car. Car, car.

Get rid of the van!

Get down!

Hey. No noise, you hear me?

Alright, when the car
goes through,

jump in front of the gate,
stop it from closing.

What?

It doesn't work that way.
It keeps going.

The gate can crush the car.

Is that right? Thanks, brother.

What about
your bank accounts, Paul?

Savings? Checking?
All on zero.

How is that taking care
of your family?

I'm being blackmailed.

They've got video of me
with a girl.

If it comes out... I gave them
all the money I had.

They want more.
They want more than I have.

Tell me the code!

Tell me the code
or you're gonna get crushed.

Better fuckin' hurry up, mate.
It's comin'.

- Tell me or you'll get crushed.
- Oi!

Code.

You'll turn into a kebab
in a minute.

- Code.
- Tell him!

1967.

I thought we were
just here to steal.

We are murderers now?

You'll only get manslaughter,
at most.

Now that you couldn't give them
no more money, what did you do?

What did you give 'em, Paul?

Jake.

Email addresses, phone numbers.

Sensitive information.

I was just trying to buy time,
that's all, I promise, Jake.

I'm sorry, man.

Who's blackmailing you?

- Victor.
- Your brother?

Yeah. My brother.

I'm...

...I'm just so fuckin' ashamed.

Oh, fuck!

I'm having an affair.

A terribly inexact word.

Insufficient.

It was never my intention
to deliberately betray anyone.

What happened to me, Jake,
is that I fell in love.

It just so happens

that I fell in love with the
woman you're married to.

I can't die.

We're having a baby.

I can't die.

You're not gonna fuckin' die.

Not tonight, anyway.

I just used a couple of drops.

Nowhere near enough to kill you.

Just enough to fuck you up
and get you thinking.

It'll wear off soon.

I just wanted you, for
a moment, to feel where I am.

See things through my eyes.

My little girl is about
to be hit by a train.

And there's nothing
I can do about it...

...because I am the train.

So how long have you got, man?

Long enough to finish the game?

Mikey, you fuck!

Lawyers recommend trust funds

so they can keep charging
annual fees.

In fact, in most instances,
simply transferring money

is a tax-free gift
to any normal bank account.

That's the better option.

You fuckin' guys don't get it.

Jake and I brought you into the
company at the ground level.

And, Mikey, you sold
your shares in a week,

Alex traded his for a Rolex

and Paul goes to Vegas
first class.

Now, if it was up to me,

I would've given you all that
we put aside for you but...

And I told him,
"Chill the fuck out.

"Let's just start them
with half,"

because we know
you motherfuckers.

What do you mean?
We've still got shares?

Yeah.

Well, how much?

$25 million in poker chips.

Get fucked.

Um, Jake.

What the fuck?

I hope this is another one
of your surprises, Jake.

No.

It's Victor.
He's here for the art.

Oh, fuck.

When you said the house was
full of Australian art,

did you mean pieces like this?

They don't know where we are.

Let's fuck off before they find
the stairs.

Through the cellar.

Aboriginal art is not my forte.

Are they worth anything?

Well, yes, some of them are
very expensive

but... the market for this art

attracts a certain type of
buyer,

someone who connects to it
on a spiritual plane.

It's a big house.
Find us something we can sell.

Do you think the place is empty?

Three cars came in, four
came out, all different cars.

- Hey, shush!
- Don't fuckin' shush me.

They have guns.

There we are. What about that?

Warhol.

Well, he's famous, right?

Too famous.

It's a Sunday B. Morning print,

a couple of grand retail,
if that.

Not for us.

Oh. Not bad.

Henry James John stone.

Hard to find in this condition.

Look at the way
he painted the light.

Came to Australia to mine
for gold,

ironically became
a photographer.

Valuable?

Mm, we could probably sell them.

It wouldn't be a big ticket,
though.

Oi! Stairs, down here.

Shhh.

Alright, here we go.

You want a drink?

Somebody already has.

Look at this! Nice!

This is fuckin'
two storeys underground. Boom!

- Nobody's home.
- Yes, there is.

This cigar didn't light itself.

There's a lot of eye candy
in here.

They're hiding somewhere.

Billy, check around.

Break out the guns and let's
stop these motherfuckers.

I don't have any guns.

You've got a panic room
and no firearms?

I've got a panic room
so I don't need firearms.

There's holes everywhere,
Victor.

They've probably just
fucked off.

Look around!

Victor. Victor,
look at this room, man!

Happy and Tall!

It's like Ali Baba's
fucking cave, man.

- What am I looking at?
- 1889. Melbourne.

9x5 Impression exhibition.

182 works, painted mainly
on cigar box lids.

They sold for a guinea each,
couple of bucks.

Tom Roberts, Arthur Street on,
Charles Conder.

You've hit the trifecta!

Now you're looking at
$3 million at auction, easy.

Grey market to us?
High six figures.

Happy days!

I know you're still here, Jake.

Ha! Yes, you fuckin' are,
aren't you?

Hello, Jake.

It's been a while.

Why don't you come and say hey
to an old mate?

We aren't gonna hurt anyone.

We're just gonna take the art.

Ask the Minister why it's safer
not to call the cops.

Why the fuck are we on TV?

Because our hosts are still
in the house.

Check up those stairs.

What else is in here?

We were just gonna hit
this place in darkness.

Nothing personal.

Then Paul said you were gonna
be here

and I thought, "Fuck it!"
I want to make it personal.

It's good to have a panic room

but you can't shoot
a motherfucker with it.

- We've got Mike's gun.
- It's only got one bullet.

I was planning
on killing myself.

Pretty sure you only need
one bullet for that.

Clarice Beckett.

Genius.

We can move these
in a heartbeat.

Another Street on.

William Do bell.
Woman In Restaurant.

Last sold for $939,000.

John Peter Russell. So rare!

He hardly ever exhibited.

Classmate of Lautrec
and Van Gogh.

He destroyed 400
of his masterworks

in grief when his wife died.

- This is real fucking money.
- How much?

Even at bargain basement

we are walking away
with a couple of million.

You hear that, Jake?

We know what you've got here.

Oi. The stairs lead
to the kitchen.

I didn't see anyone there.

Just like I haven't seen anyone
out here

or in the fucking garage

and you know why that is,
Victor?

'Cause there's
no-one fuckin' here.

Well, help Styx.

Let's go!

Jake. There's six of us and
three of them. We can take 'em.

It's only fuckin' Victor.

They have three shotguns
against one bullet.

Let's just stay down here till
he fucks off, OK?

The more adrenalised he gets,

the harder that drug's
gonna hit.

So what's this worth?

Oh, a couple of hundred k,
maybe.

He painted a lot, Street on.

Even with
a less significant work

he leaves his mark of
genius. Look.

A lot of people believe
that these marks of reflection

are Street on painting
a portrait of himself

painting the glass.

You see, it's like a man
leaning over an easel.

So old mate had
a green head, did he?

There's a really good painting
in the kitchen.

It's a couple of men playing
cards, one's smoking a pipe,

wearing funny hats.

That's the type of painting
I like. Do you know why?

Hm?

'Cause it tells
a fuckin' story, right?

Couple of blokes playing poker,
they're on the piss,

they're talking shit.

I mean, that's just
a... fuckin' goblet.

- White pipe?
- Yeah.

- And tall hat?
- Yeah, funny hat.

Fuck.

Jesus! What's she doing here?

Billy!

Visitors.

Who's this, Jake?

Right, plan's changed.
Give me the gun.

There's only one bullet
in it, man.

They don't know that.

Mikey.
We're gonna go with your plan.

I'll bluff this prick
and I'll split 'em up.

- I'll come with you.
- Get the door, Mike.

Dad?

- Dad?
- Oh, hello, ladies.

Oh, hello, ladies.

Come on, come here. Come here.

Come here.

Shhh.

Come here!

Come here!

Come...

Come here, you...

Come here!

Victor. Victor.

Victor!

The painting in the kitchen
is a fucking Cézanne.

That's a $200-million item.

Who are we dealing with here?

People who own art like that

have got many ways
of fucking you up.

Go... away.

My lucky day after all.

You know, things were
looking dull as shit

till you turned up.

Well, this changes things,
doesn't it, Jake?

I'm assuming you know
these women?

Come on in here, you prick.

Do you hear me, Jake?

Get your arse in here!

What the fuck, man?

Dad!

Who the fuck is this?

Our host, Jake fucking Foley.

Look at you, big shot.

You come into the room, gun in
hand, like a common criminal.

Victor.

I see you're still
the same shit magnet

who goes around stealing
other people's stuff.

Don't get too cocky, Foley.

You got three shotguns
trained on you.

You can't get all of us.

I'm only aiming at you, Victor.

Well, I guess we're in
a Mexican standoff, my friend.

You shoot me,
I may or may not die.

Depends if you can shoot,
really, doesn't it?

And even if you get me,
these two will still shoot you,

take your art and damage
these fine specimens.

No, I won't.

I'm here to steal.
I'm not damaging anyone.

I will.

He kills you, Vic,
I'll defend your hon our.

Art will just be a bonus.

If you want to steal some art
you can make money from,

upstairs in the kitchen,
that's the one.

I told you. Cézanne.
$200 fucking million.

No, you didn't.
I told you that!

You were going gaga
about the fuckin' goblet.

Just take it and fuck off.

You don't tell me
what to fuckin' do!

You go get it.

It's a two-man job.

Just fucking get it, both of ya.

They're going to the kitchen.

- Right.
- Righto. Let's go.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
don't be a clever dick, Foley.

These girls will get the blast
before you do.

How do you want to play this,
Jake?

Dad, I'm scared.

It's OK, babe, it's gonna be OK.

What's going on?

Who is this guy?

Where is everyone else?

We are old friends,
aren't we, Jake?

It's Paul's brother.

The others are sick.

- Sick? Sick from what?
- Poison.

Poison? Jake, what's going on?

You ever tried to sell
high-end stolen art, Victor?

Whatever that kid's
telling you...

...art collectors,
they like to show off.

Who are you gonna sell it to?

I'm connected.
I can fence anything.

You feeling OK?

You don't look so good.

You touched that glass.

Yeah, yeah, I touched a glass.
Wh... Wh... So what?

Well, you might have a problem,
then.

That's where the poison was.

On the glass.

What kind of bullshit
you trying to spin now, Foley?

Why would there be poison
on the glass?

Why don't you ask my soon
to be ex-wife, Nicole, here?

She's been having an affair.

I decided to poison her lover.

What have you done?

- I don't believe ya.
- Ask her.

Nicole. Have you
or have you not

been fucking one of my friends?

Where's Alex?

Where's Alex?

You can feel the poison
taking hold now, can't you?

Right there.

I've got a safe.

In it there's a bunch of cash

and what you're gonna need
to stop the poison.

I need it too.

OK?

I'm going to go
and open the safe.

One jumps, we all jump.

- Go, go, go, go, go.
- Styx! Watch out!

Slowly, slowly.

Got him?

You think I'll let you have
this, you dumb motherfucker?

I don't give a shit if you die.

Thanks for the money. I win!

Enjoy your death from poison,
you sick cunt.

He's got the gun, Styx.
Shoot the cunt.

You're so far up your own arse,
aren't you, Foley?

You always thought you were
better than anyone else.

Well, I'll leave you here so
these whores can watch you die.

Dad!

Life's just a game, right?

A game of karma,
luck and physics.

People don't always get to know
when the game will finish.

Are you ready?

On reflection, it's been a gift.

I've never been
misguided in understanding

that the way we've created
opportunity for ourselves

hasn't had an effect
in the lives of others.

That's another one
of Newton's laws.

I can't change that.

But I can try to rebalance.

To that extent, half
of my estate has been divided

among 21 charities
and foundations

in the hope that money
finds its way

to those who need it most,

including families affected
by gambling addiction.

This is the last will
and testament of John...

Drew, I've signed total control

over both companies to you.

There's a schedule
for future profits

that involves everyone
in this room.

Thanks for everything, man.

What a riot that was.
I'll see you again.

Yeah, brother,
see you again, man.

Pauly, you have to get
out of politics.

It's not a healthy place.

I hope $50 million will make
the transition easier.

- Nicole and Alex...
- Nicole and Alex...

..$50 million and a fund set up
for all of your children.

You're gonna be great parents.

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

There's $50 million for you too.

You're doing great

but you have to finish
your 12 months in rehab first.

There's no way around that.

Mike. You can do anything
you set your mind to.

Rebecca, my beautiful daughter.

I am so sorry about this.

If I could change it I would.

The remainder of my estate
is yours.

It's a lot of money, already
in accounts in your name.

You manage it.
You'll be fine.

- I love you.
- I love you too, Dad.

Bec, your delinquent uncles
are in no way perfect

but you'll find in life that
friendship and love start

when you forgive imperfections.

Listen to them all.

They've all got big life
journeys to draw from.

But listen to Drew the most.

Be kind to each other.

Don't be glass half empty
or half full people.

Be the kind of people who know

whatever triumph or disaster
comes along

you can always refill the glass.

♪ We will Always Be Together

♪ Take a step outside

♪ Feel the sun

♪ With a little luck

♪ That's what you will remember

♪ When the cards are played

♪ And the hand's done
and won

♪ And the game is over

♪ I'd trade anything
for a knowing kiss

♪ In that embrace
that lasts forever

♪ I'll press tightly
to your skin like this

♪ We will always be together

♪ Will I slip quietly
into the haze?

♪ Or will I rage at the shy
and dying embers?

♪ Will I be brave
and laugh in its face?

♪ Will I even know that
the whole damn game is over?

♪ I'd trade anything
for a knowing kiss

♪ In that embrace
that lasts forever

♪ I'll press tightly
to your skin like this

♪ We will always be together

♪ When the lights are gone

♪ When they're ringing time

♪ When the darkness comes

♪ Oh, don't let
your spirit fall

♪ You won't be alone

♪ I will always,
always be yours

♪ I'll trade anything
for a knowing kiss

♪ In that embrace
that lasts forever

♪ I'll press tightly
to your skin like this

♪ We will always be

♪ We will always be

♪ We will always
be together. ♪

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