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KUMAR: This is so much worse
than ever you imagined.

My mother's vindaloo recipe.

WOMAN: The two men who just entered
are here to kill you.

Who are you?

The only person currently
trying to keep you alive.

We're heading to Mystery Bay.

We actually bought a house there.

Why would you do that?

Why is everyone staring at us?

They're mostly a friendly bunch.
Most of us.

JODIE: Our new arrival was just here.
Is she dangerous or not?

She's frightened of something.

(WOOD CRUNCHES)
(SCREAMS)

IRIS: Mum!
OTIS: Mum! Mum!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Might I trouble one of you gentlemen
for the screed?

MAN: What the fuck's a screed?

The long flat one.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

(CEMENT SLOSHES)

Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh.

Come on, mate,
you've been at this for an hour.

Do you gentlemen
recall me querying YOUR work?

Do you recall me asking,
"Why did you shoot this gentleman

"in the temple, not the heart?"

No.

'Cause that's
not my area of expertise.

Listen, mate,
we need to get out of here.

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)
Well...I mean, if I were to...

..hurry things now,

and tomorrow the foreman comes along

and he says to his people,
"Oi, fellas!

"This is not up to scratch..."

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

"Tear it all up."

Imagine his surprise when
this gentleman pokes his foot up.

Well, whatever quarrel
your boss had with this gentleman...

..this is his last resting place.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

I mean, I'd like to think
that when my time comes

someone would show me the courtesy
of doing the same thing.

(SIRENS WAIL NEARBY)

Fucking go. Go.

(DOGS BARK)
(PANTS)

Fuck. Oh, shit. Fuck.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

(WIND WHISTLES SOFTLY)

(GOAT BLEATS)

(BIRD CAWS)

(BIRD CAWS)

Who's there?!

Clear off or I'll call the police!

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(BIRD CAWS)

What are YOU doing here?

And who the hell are they?

A few dairy farmers
off to milk their cows.

Dairy farms? I haven't seen any.

Not everything's soy milk.

And you still haven't said.
What are you doing here?

The country relies on dairy farms,
you know?

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

IRIS: Mum.

Give me that. That's MY jacket.

(BIRD CAWS)

OTIS: It's just dope.

And we do not want
to be living above it.

(GOAT BLEATS)

What are you doing
to Princess Bettina?!

Who or what is Princess Bettina?

My goat.

You've named it already?

Iris has a name for everything.
Or haven't you noticed?

It is not our goat. It is vermin
left on the property by drug dealers.

We're not staying here long anyway.

Thank you, God!

We'll find somewhere else
around here.

Screw you, God.

What place next, a meth lab maybe?

Come on.
(GOAT BLEATS)

It IS my goat!

Iris, how can it be your goat?

We just got here.

Now it will go
to a good, loving home.

Awesome. Give away the one thing
that might make her happy.

She's happy! We're all happy!

Here we go! Happy! Happy! Come on.

(KNOCKS)

(KNOCKS)

It's gone from 15 minutes to 30.

Things are moving.

Why is the real-estate-agent man
hiding under the desk?

Mr Pike?

Francis Pike,
could you please open this door?

We can see you.

This has now become a police matter.

Alright.

Come on, kids.

(CALLS OUT) Can you tell me
where the police station is now?

What do you want
to talk to them for?

Well, that's a matter for us.

Do you know where it is?

How did the station burn down?

20 litres of petrol and a match.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Watch out!

(MUSIC BLASTS FROM VAN STEREO)

(TYRES SKID)

(MUSIC BLASTS FROM VAN STEREO)

(TYRES SKID)

We should buy some proper food.

Yes, you do that.

I'll speak to the police.

If I can find them.

I see you bought some apparel.

Oh. Uh...

Temporary only.

I promise you,
I have better taste than this.

Oh.

That used to be mine.

I chose that for you.

You never owned that skirt.

(CHORTLES) No, why would I?
It's hideous.

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

(STEAM HISSES)

(KNOCKS) Hello?

Hello?!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hello!

(KNOCKS)

MAN: (INSIDE) Yep! Hold up!
(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

Coming!

Who are YOU?

My name is Stella Heikkenin.

My children and I just moved here.

We bought the Gurvan place.

When?
Yesterday.

You bought the Gurvan place?

Yes.

What, you moved in yesterday?

Yes, but that's not
what I'm here about.

I'm here to report a crime.

Who sold it to you?

It transpires that we are living
over a major marijuana operation.

Francis sold it to you?

You heard what I said, didn't you?

Francis Pike
sold you the Gurvan place?

I think we've thrashed that out
as much as we possibly can.

Well, marijuana
is not a big issue here.

I... I think you're missing my point.
And your pants, for that matter.

(CLEARS THROAT)

My children and I are living directly
above a commercially sized crop.

Now we have to move out
and find new accommodation,

but the real-estate agent...

Francis Pike.

I... I know his name.

..is hiding.

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

Right, well...

Uh...

Can you give me a minute? The rest
of my uniform's still drying.

Maybe go get a coffee.

OK. Well, where?

I don't drink it.

OK. Thanks.

We'll...

..see you later.

DRIVER: Come on, rockstars!
Let's go!

The prophet
will pick you all up tonight.

I will deal
with this customer first.

How much is the bread?

And the potatoes?

And the carrots and the beans?

Do you have a card
for every question?

(HORSE WHINNIES SOFTLY)

What's your favourite colour?

Go to the school

or the government
will cause us problems again.

It's only for three weeks.

The bread then.

Some carrots, potatoes,

and some beans.

Pay and be gone.

You...

..talk to no-one.

Caleb, you see no-one talks to her.

Of course.

Ready to keep rocking it through?
Here we go.

(DOOR HYDRAULICS HISS)

(ENGINE IDLES)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oi. Hey, hey. Incoming.

Incoming. Incoming.
Reg. Reg, Reg, Reg.

Eh, eh, eh, eh.

OK, OK, OK.

How long does it take
to turn a sign around?

Get your finger out of my face.

Eh.

OK, I'll give this local school
a try for three weeks.

OK.

(STEAM HISSES)
Hop in, I'll drive you back.

You're on fire.

No, it's just water vapour.

Jump in.

Did you find out why Francis Pike
was hiding under his desk?

He might be going to a conference.

Under his desk?

He was probably on his way.

Um...

Uh...

Alright.

Buckle up.

Well, are you...are you taking notes
or getting prints or anything?

Mm-hm, yes.

Well...

Uh... Yep.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Right. I can confirm
this is definitely a crime scene.

You think?

Most likely.

And what will the police do about it?

Full report.

The works.

And... Oh!

Actually...

Police tape.

Um..... Hold that.
Right.

And, uh...

..you hold the end there.

I'll just unspool that.
Ow.

Sorry.

Watch your fingers.

Oh, have you got scissors?

It's OK. I'll...

I'll just unroll the lot.

Ow.

Oh, jeez,
there's a lot more over here.

Oh, wow.

WOMAN: Hello?! Anyone home?

Yoo-hoo?!

Oh!

Hello, kids.

Where's Mummy?

Does your dog have rabies?!
Oh, no.

Not so much these days.

(GOAT BLEATS)

Hi!
Hi.

I'm your new neighbour!

Frankie McCleish.

I live over the hill
and a bit along.

I saw you'd moved in,

so, I thought I'd pop by and say...

..welcome.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I see the police have beat me to it.

Yes, we bought the place

only to discover a drug operation
underneath the house.

Really?
Mm.

Bless.

Never would have thought
in THIS little town.

Oh, don't mind him.
That's Arthur.

He's a bit shy.

Got you working there, Jason?

Mm-hm.

You couldn't be in better hands.

I brought you a welcome casserole.

Oh, thank you!
That is much appreciated.

As long as it's not roadkill.

Oh, um...not that we...
We just don't eat native animals.

My son here, he's a, um...
a vegetarian.

Your son?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,

I'm gonna rustle you up
something else instead...

Oh...
..from the supermarket.

Tell me,
do you know anything about the trucks

roaring through here last night?

Oh, I have been complaining
about that for years.

You are the central point of axis
for five different properties.

All your neighbours have a legal
right of way through your place

because you're at the start
of the five-ways.

Francis Pike sold it to them.

I heard.

(CHUCKLES)

Might be good
to have some new blood in town

and a couple of wee kiddies
to join our little community.

Oh, he really should have told you.

Bless.

Tell you what -

I'm gonna make you
one of my CWA apple turnovers.

No roadkill in that.

(BOTH LAUGH)

That's if your son
has no objection to boiling apples.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Bless.

(LAUGHS)

Thank you!

What a lovely woman.

Mm.

So, uh...

..Constable, what happens now?

Oh, the investigation's underway.

Meantime, I'll send someone by
to fix your floor.

I know a very good guy.

Well, we can't stay here tonight.

I'll...

I'll get the floor sorted!

(CALLS OUT) No, we...
We can't stay here tonight!

Copy that!

(MUFFLER RUMBLES)

Always tell it's you
by that muffler, Frankie.

Bless!

Brought you an apple tart.

Oh, yeah. Why would you do that?

Oh!

Apologies
for being a good neighbour.

Aren't we Mr Grumpy this morning?

(GROANS)

I hear...

..we've a new resident.

Have we, indeed.

Surely Francis told you
he'd sold the old Gurvan place.

I'm sure he will presently.

Oh.

So, he acted alone. (SIGHS)

Again.

After last time...
Leave him be.

He just wants to be busy and useful,
give himself a purpose.

No issues there.

Just last time he did that,

it caused quite a kerfuffle

and a lot of heartbreak.

It was a while back.
These are different times.

They certainly are.

Who knows?

Might be exciting
to have a few new faces in town.

After all these years.

Tell us if Francis turns up.

Enjoy the tart.

Leave him alone, Frankie.

You want me to do something, sister?

Not right now.

Maybe later, sweetie.

(ENGINE SHUTS)

(GOAT BLEATS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Hello. Can I help you there?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Well, perhaps
what I should have said is,

"What do you think
you're doing here again?"

Right.
You're the 'very good guy' he knows.

None of that wood even matches.

All I could get my hands on
in a hurry.

Well, the floor will look
like a deranged patchwork quilt.

Yeah, it won't look too special.
Have you got carpet?

I don't care.
We won't be staying here for long.

And who is paying for this? Not me.

Fair enough.

Wait. I need it done.

But Francis must pay for this.

It's called legal responsibility.

Good luck with that.

We haven't even negotiated a fee.

$45 an hour.

$30.

(SNIFFS)

You know, this is not
how I like to do business.

I like things to be
straight and clear and above board

and costed at the outset.

Strange choice of town
to live in then.

(DOOR OPENS)

Graham?

Francis?

I was wondering when you'd show.

Did they come looking for me?

Well, Frankie's been around.
People are talking.

A woman rang me out of the blue
on the old number.

Wanted a house for them.

The old number?

That hasn't rung for 11 years.
How is that even possible?

I'm telling you it rang, Graham.

Who was this woman?
I don't know.

But she knew you.

She wanted me to sell a house
to a family, not rent it.

She give a name?
No.

Can't be the woman I know.
She moved on years ago.

Oh, you...you should have referred it
to me.

You know what can happen
in this place.

Yeah, well, I am my own man, Graham.

I used to take enormous pride
in my work.

Ohh...
Ah, ah, concreting,

building,

cleaning windows,
disposing of bodies.

You name the job,
I always committed 100%.

But still, still all the trouble
you caused last time

not discussing it with anyone.

Two deaths.

You should have heard me
on the phone.

I was confident.

I sounded
like a real real-estate agent.

And I crunched that deal.

That's industry speak.

You crunch it.

Or you close it.

You... You need to lie low, Francis,
for a while.

Just let me...

Just let me smooth this out.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I was made the real-estate agent,

and I was just doing my job.

Could you make, like...
a wombat shape in the middle?

You ever play snake hopscotch?

No?
How long will this take?

Tomorrow.

Kids, we're going to find
alternative accommodation

until Mr...

..uh...finishes the floors.

Where are you gonna stay?

I saw a motel on the...
on the way here.

We can go there.

Could you possibly drive us?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

Are you sure the children are OK?
Ah, they'll be right.

Bit of pain never hurt anyone.

This is the first...instalment.

I need to finesse my
banking arrangements

before I can pay all of it.

Ta.

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER ON TV)

(CHEWS LOUDLY)

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER ON TV)

(CHEWS LOUDLY)

(MUSIC BLARES ON CAR STEREO)
(ENGINE RUMBLES)

It says 'no vacancies'.

Shame. We tried.

Yeah, don't worry too much
about that. Come on.

Alright, pop a leg over there.

There you go. Atta girl.

GRAHAM:
Jeremiah, is that your ute I hear?

It is, Graham. How're you going?

Oh, I'm an ornament to the game.

(CHUCKLES)

Is that you, young Jodie?

No, it isn't.
I brought a lady and her two kids.

They bought the old Gurvan place.

What, has Francis...
Yes, Francis Pike did sell it to me.

Did he just?
Mm.

WOMAN: All booked out! No rooms!

Bong Cha, these folks need a room
just for a night or so.

All booked out. No rooms.

Next motel 30 kilometres that way.

I bet you can find them one room.

They'll pay you, subject to her
finessing her banking arrangements.

I'm Iris.

You've gotta get these people
off my hands.

Hello, Iris. I'm Graham.

And your mum is...

Stella Heikk...inen.

Heavy on the syllables. (CHUCKLES)

It's a motel.
It's your whole business model.

How much money will she pay?
How old are you, Iris?

42.
You can charge what you want...

Oh, that's a lovely age.

I think that he's heard enough.

Check-in 4:00PM.
The room isn't ready.

Haven't you got something sooner?

We are still cleaning.
(SIGHS)

OK, guys,
we'll go check out the car.

We're going to need it
to get out of here.

Can we go help Jeremiah instead?

I am really 10, last month.

You had me fooled.

(GIGGLES)
(CHUCKLES)

Right, well, you...
you will bring them back?

Right, I'll take that as a yes.

Here.

Four o'clock.

(ENGINE TURNS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

This does not concern you!

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Ay!

MAN ON TV:
Since it was established in 1955,

Area 51 has been known to house

an ultra-secret organisation...

(LOUD SMASH)

..which was part
of a vast worldwide...

Hello?!

..designed to conceal the truth
about visits by extra-terrestrials.

(GUNSHOT)

Don't shoot.

I wasn't planning to.

Where is my car?

Never mind your car. Pull!

Pull what? I'm here about my car.

The lever. Pull it.

Oh!

(GUNSHOT)

That's impressive.

Yeah.

It's my gift.

My art.

My calm place.

It's all about centring yourself
and visualisation.

Well, can you visualise my car?

Pull!

(COCKS RIFLE)

(GUNSHOT)

See, in my mind then,

the clay duck becomes an alien
with multiple, suckered arms,

plummeting towards Earth
from the planet Zuton.

I knew if I didn't hit it,

if it got through,

life on earth as we know it
would be extinguished.

The blood of billions of people
would choke the seas

and cause a stench
you could never get rid of.

And that's your calm place?
(COCKS RIFLE)

Yeah.

Is my car drivable?

I'm waiting for parts from Korea.

It's German.

Yeah, well,
that's what they tell you, isn't it?

Truth is those parts come

from places
you don't want to think about.

I've got inside knowledge.

Tomorrow I expect
my car repaired or returned.

Worth a try.

MAN: (IN STORE)
You two are both complaining.

I can never please you both.

No, no, no, no, no. Closed again.

(KNOCKS)

Yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

OK, OK.

We're closed, OK?

No, you're not.
I can see people eating.

My children and I need food.
You are a restaurant, are you not?

Maybe.
Good.

May I see your menu?

We don't have one.

Fine, I'll have whatever Thai dishes
you recommend.

Mm-hm, yes, ma'am.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I can't eat this shit.

It's fuel. You haven't eaten all day.

It's diesel.

We have fresh food from the store.
Why didn't you bring that?

OK, can you go get Iris?
She needs to eat.

She doesn't eat Thai food.

Since when?
Since birth.

You try and eat this. Here, eat it.

Mmm.

Mm.

Please, tell me
what we're doing here.

We're trying out a different life.

OK, we tried it,

and it's a total disaster,
so, let's go home.

What are we doing?
Pretending to be someone else?

Eating a turd
in a crappy motel room? Tell me.

I told you I needed some quiet time,
just away from Melbourne.

Tell me the truth!
I've told you.

You never, ever discuss
anything with us.

And you don't think I might be
doing that for your benefit?

No.

When Dad died, what did you do?

You made me see a therapist
for grief counselling,

and you didn't even bother
to show up to any of the sessions.

Because I thought it was important
that you had somebody to talk to,

somebody on your side
to take care of you.

They're called mothers!

You know what we spoke about,
your therapist and me?

How hopeless you are

and how you always keep secrets

and how you never, ever
talk anything through.

(DOOR THUDS)

Janine would never say
anything negative about me!

Ugh! (GRUNTS)

Where's she from?

She's from a big palace named Jen
of Grassy Fields Estates.

Oh, and that's different to...
(FADES)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(STATIC HISSES)

God!

They argued about the food being shit
and then she left.

I don't know, I can't hear much.

With all this you're telling me

you can't hear what is said
in a room three doors down?

OK, well, no-one's ever
stayed there before.

You never bugged it.

Where's she going?

How would I know?

By looking at the cameras!

(SIGHS)

What?
Nothing.

I dressed for YOU.
Mm.

Are we going to the pub later?

Yeah, maybe.

Ah, that'd be right.

Keep me in suspense.

Where is the old bastard?

In the kitchen.

I heard a crash.

You said you couldn't have a drink
on your new medication.

Well, what do you know?

A good deal more than you.

Well, is this new medication
gonna grow me back a new leg?

Yep.

Can't a man enjoy
his last fragments of life?

Oh, when did you ever
enjoy it before?

Plenty of times.

Except that...

..hard times came a-knockin' early.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Well, are you gonna help me up
or what?

Eventually, I s'pose.

Hang on, Dad. Come on.

Come on. (GROANS)

Up we get.

You got it?
Yeah.

You're alright.

This... This new tart.

What's she like?

A bit stuck up.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, but good-looking
stuck up or just stuck up?

She's got two legs and two kids,
so, not your type, eh.

You know what it's for.

Use that

to take these.

How many am I supposed to take?

No idea.

Well, they don't do much anyway.

I'll take 'em later.

(PUFFS)

Oi, son...

..that new mob,

are they gonna be safe down there?

Dunno.

Dunno.

(WIND GUSTS)

Argh!

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

WOMAN:
I said only in absolute emergencies,

or can't you find the toothpaste?

(ON PHONE) Can I tell you
how I feel at present?

(ON PHONE) I fear you are about to.

I feel like the night I stayed
at Bob Dylan's in New York.

Bob Dylan?

He had this weird place in Soho

where you can only get in by crawling
through this tiny hatch door.

So, he's standing there
and he tells me to "Head on up."

Bob Zimmerman Dylan?

So, I go through his hatch door

and I end up
in his apartment with no windows,

and his wife says

they only have one bathroom
and not to flush late at night.

I'm taking it this was a dream.

No. It was a recurring nightmare.

You know, that is how I feel
being in this place.

Except it turns out
that it isn't a dream,

there's no Bob fuckin' Dylan

and no usable toilet.

Where are you calling from
right now?

I am on a rock overlooking some other
rocks in the middle of more rocks.

Well, that should be OK.

Do you have any idea
what you have put us in?

No, I've never been there

nor do I care much at the moment.

Well, before you sent me
and my children into this hell,

you should have checked it out!

I am just trying to keep you safe.

I am living
on top of a floorless drug empire.

The town is full of psychopaths.

There's no shop worth their name.

And they serve Yam Dum Book Foo

that could kill a horse!

You are in the safest place
at the moment, believe me.

You are not hearing me.

I have sent you a photo.

I am not interested
in your photographs...

(PHONE CHIMES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Oh, my God.

Please, tell me that is not Kumar.

Yes, I can identify him
as Kumar Argawal,

an IT person
from ProsperAus Finances.

Cause of death.

DOCTOR: He was tortured,
I'd say over several hours.

He was electrocuted.

There are burn marks
and he had his testicles cut off.

I know who did this.

Yes, your lover, Johann Mueller,

also known as Jakob Yahontov

and Joseff Kuznetsov.

Sadly, he is only a bit player.

I am after
the person he is working for.

They would not have done this
to Kumar

if they didn't think he knew
something and passed it on to you.

Please, what is happening?

A war zone is happening.

If you want to stay alive,
learn to adapt

and help me.

(PHONE LINE BLEEPS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(WIND GUSTS)

(RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

(GAGS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MOANS, SPITS)

(CRIES)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(LAUGHTER ON TV)

(SHUTS TV OFF)

OK, pop those...

..on.

A month ago I...

..stumbled on some anomalies
in our accounts system at work,

stuff that didn't make any sense.

I started inquiring
and got a computer guy onto it.

Today I found out that he is dead.

The day we left two men tried
to kill me in a delicatessen.

I ran home and found Gina murdered
in our garden.

Gina's dead?

So, we are in hiding.

We have to pretend
to be other people.

We have to create
a whole fiction for ourselves.

And we have to stay in hiding
until this nightmare ends.

And if we don't,
they, whoever...

..whoever they are...

..will find us and kill us.

That...

That is what is happening.

OK?

Mm?

You find some bit of shit at work...

..and now my whole life
is completely over?

I've lost all my friends.

What is wrong with you?

You know who killed Gina?

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

You did.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Just give him a few minutes.

Did you hear all of that?

You didn't put any music on.

Does that mean we can pretend
to be whoever we want?

I'm so sorry, but we won't be able
to go home for a very long time.

That's OK.

I didn't have any friends there
anyway.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(ENGINES RUMBLE)

(ENGINE IDLES)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(PANTS)

(SAFE BEEPS)

Oh, shit. OK.

Shh...

(MEN SPEAK IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE
ON EARPHONES)

(FOREIGN DIALOGUE CONTINUES)

The reason I didn't come
to the therapist with you

was because I couldn't stop sobbing.

I loved your father

more than anyone else on earth,

save you two.

I think I preferred it
when you didn't tell me the truth.

It's the Driscoll Road he's on,
isn't it?

Yeah.

He won't say anything. I mean, he's
harmless. Can't you just let him go?

Mm.

I hear you, dear.

Pop me through to him.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(CRUNCHES GEARS)

You weren't thinking of leaving us,
were you, Francis?

Be a shame to lose you
from our little community.

Why don't you come on in
and have a little chat?

We'll sort out all this nonsense.

I didn't do
anything wrong.

Times are very different now.

Seems everybody
wants to move to Tasmania.

Real estate
is booming all around the place.

We should cash in.

It's been 10 years.

Francis, you're wasting your breath,

I can't hear you,

which is why you need to come on in

and we'll chat
like the good neighbours we are.

Yeah, well, you know what?

Bitch!

Get me through to Arthur, please.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Sweetie...

..I need you to do
a little something for me now.

It won't take long.

ARTHUR: (OVER RADIO) Yeah, copy.

Sick.

Sick.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PUFFS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS)

(DOGS BARK)

(SWEEPING ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(UKRAINIAN POP-FOLK SONG PLAYS)

(RHYTHMIC CLAPPING)

SONG: # Oy sadku, sadku

# Y u vynohradku

# Vynnaya

# Vynnaya yablun

# Chervoni yabka zrodyla

# Prykhodyt vid ni... #

Ha.

It's a beautiful picture.

You can't see it.

Oh, I can feel it.

Iris, come on.
She can talk the leg off a chair.

Well, I know
so much more about you now.

I know for a fact that, uh...

..you were a Queen in Bavaria,

and you all lived in a big palace
with lots of servants

and you raised wild goats
until the wicked witch killed them.

We lived a simple life.

(CAR HORN BEEPS)

CONNOR:
Graham says you need a lift, yeah?

In the absence of my car, yes.

Yeah, it's tough 'round here
without a car.

You might want to jump in the tray.

I've got some stuff down here.
It's a bit stinky.

Goodbye, Grandpa!

Goodbye, Granddaughter!

Darling, darling,
that man is not your relative.

You make up your stories,
I'll make up mine.

(THWACKS HAMMER)

Princess Bettina's been taken!

To a wonderful castle surrounded by
people who love and care for animals.

How do YOU know that?
I just do.

I'm just collecting
the last of the police tape now.

I'm a bit short of it.

Mum gave the goat away.

Yeah?

How are you gonna
keep the grass down?

Yeah, how?

Um...

Otis can mow it.

OTIS: Really?

These criminals...

..will they be back, do you think?

Oh...

..probably not.

No, all illicit material is...

..confiscated.

You've taken it?
Yes.

OK.
Apparently.

And the floor
is completely safe to walk on?

Yeah, should hold.

I'd stay clear of heavy foods.

Well, after eating the local Thai,

I don't think
that'll be a problem here.

Oh, you didn't buy their Thai food,
did you?

Bold move.

Cow pats with rice noodles.

Try their Middle Eastern food.
You can usually survive that.

Hey, um...

..if you're worried,
I can come back and camp here again.

On your veranda.

No.

No, definitely not.

No, thank you.

No.

Is that what you were doing here
that first night?

Mum, come and see
what Jeremiah's done!

Come on, quick!
Alright!

(CHUCKLES)

Come on. (GIGGLES)

(LAUGHS)

Look - he made me a hopscotch snake
with a wombat in the middle.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

Come join me!

Come on. (GIGGLES)

(MOODY MUSIC PLAYS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Oh, shit.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Is that our car with our goat on it?

Please don't say anything to Iris.

OK.

How good is this?!

Hm!
It's magical!

Alright, who's brave enough...

..to put their feet in?

No.
Come on.

It's too cold. No way.
Oh, come on, you wusses!

Whoa!

(LAUGHS)

Coming your way!
Oh, no!

(SQUEALS) Stop!
(LAUGHS)

What is that?

It's Francis the real-estate agent.

What?

You stay there.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

When can I get my family out of here?

We are not suited to this place,
believe me.

Until I get to the bottom of this,
no-one is safe.

It's a bit of a mystery.

You're right to be concerned.

These things
need to be investigated.

I'm here on behalf
of the Department of Finance.

No, there's people that you...
well, you can't trust.

Same as everywhere, I suppose.

No, it's not the same as anywhere
here.

What the fuck?

WOMAN: No! (SCREAMS)

No. No, no, no, no. No! Hey!

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