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(BIRDSONG)

(WOMAN SPEAKS SOFTLY) Pasquale.

(SYNTH MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY)

(LOUDER) Pasquale!

Pasquale, wake up.

(SYNTH MUSIC BUILDS)

(SYNTH MUSIC PULSES)

(WOMAN MOANS)

(WOMAN MOANS)

(WOMAN PANTS)

(WOMAN GRUNTS)

(ZIPPER PULLS)

What happened?

- Nothing. - No, tell me what happened.

No, it was nothing. It was just some shit with some Lebo dogs.

Yeah, did you start it?

No, I didn't start it.

(PRISONERS CHATTER)

(RAPS) ♪ My Brothers for Life Trouble and strife

♪ How's it hanging? Who you bangin'?

♪ I'm banging your sister, I'm banging your mother

♪ I'm banging your wife My Brothers for Life. ♪

Oh, what, you can't take a joke, fellas? Come on.

They were pretty sick rhymes.

You gotta give me credit for that.

Hey, LC! Little Crazy.

What's happening, man?

What's goin' on, my brother?

- Nothing. - Oh, yeah?

I hear your cousins were making some calls from Supermax.

How'd he get that phone in there, mate?

Someone sneak it up their arse, or what? That phone must stink.

I would not be putting that thing near my face.

Someone got a charger in there too, huh? Huh?

You're talking shit, brother. Why don't you fuck off?

Hey, what are ya being a prick for? I was just mucking around.

Just show me some respect, bro. I'm in 'Ndrangheta.

- What's that? - Calabrian old school.

- Goes way back to the old days. - Never heard of it.

Yeah? 'Cause you're a dumb Arab. You don't know shit.

If you knew anything, you'd put respect on this Barbaro name.

It's 400 years old.

Do yourself a favour and fuck off, ya dog!

Why you so upset, bro? I was just muckin' around.

Get outta my face, ya little mutt.

Yeah, what'll happen if I don't?

What, you wanna have a crack?

- (THUMP!) - (GRUNTS)

You little prick, huh? Huh?

(INMATES CALL OUT)

Fuckin' dog, huh?

Huh? Ya fuckin' dog!

Huh?

- (INMATES CALL OUT) - Ugh!

Ya little mutt!

You little prick, huh? Yeah, Brothers for Life?

More like Bum Chums for Life, ya fuckin' dogs!

- You're a weak dog! - Yeah, ya little rat dog.

- Big for nothing. - Yeah? Hey, guess what.

When I get outta here, I'm gonna fuck your missus in the arse.

My missus? Watch your mouth.

You're dead! You fuckin' dog, I'm gonna kill ya!

- I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya! - Ya little rat dog, huh?

INMATES: Ooh!

Ya just signed your own death warrant, ya dog.

(GUARD GRUNTS)

(PULSING ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Where are the kids? At kindy?

Yeah. Yeah, and there's dramas with Maria.

Why? What's up?

She's been biting kids. It's happened a few times.

Why is she biting?

I don't know, but we've gotta go see the teacher, Mrs Kimble.

- She's not happy. - When?

- Now. - How come?

Because we've gotta pick up the kids.

I thought we were gonna go home and have a root.

We just had one.

Yeah, but I meant like... like a proper one.

What was the last one? Not good enough?

I don't know. Maybe I feel like another one.

You're a greedy root pig.

(CHUCKLES)

How'd you make bail, by the way?

- Oh, good behaviour. - Oh, yeah?

Was this before or after the fight?

(CHUCKLES)

I hear you've been in the wars, Pasquale.

Yeah. No. Sweet as.

- Have a seat, mate. - Yeah, yeah.

So, we hear you might have some information for us.

That depends, mate, that depends.

What kind of info youse after?

You're not gonna waste our time again, are ya?

Ah, come on, just muckin' around.

I've got something for youse for sure,

but first, I want something, you know what I mean?

Doesn't work like that, Pat.

You of all people should know that.

I want bail.

If I'm gonna give you something,

I wanna know what guarantee youse are gonna give me.

None.

That's bullshit. Forget it.

OK, Pat. If you've got nothing to give us, we'll get going.

Oh, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Pricks.

I got some guns.

Guns? What kind of guns?

Big guns.

(INTRIGUING SYNTH MUSIC)

Maria's a very sweet little girl, but she's excitable.

She gets over-emotional at times.

It's probably due to the fact

her speech hasn't quite fully developed.

She gets frustrated, yeah?

And it's in those times that she's sometimes lashing out,

and it's coming in the form of bites.

What kind of bites? Like little nips?

Well, no.

There's been one or two quite serious bites

where she's broken through the skin

and left nasty bruises.

But...but she's only little.

She probably doesn't even know what she's doing.

Yeah, I appreciate that,

but in the interests of safety of the other children,

I'm afraid if it doesn't stop,

we're going to have to ask her to leave.

It's the law.

Maria! It's your daddy! Come here, darling.

MELINDA: It's OK, it's Daddy. Daddy's home.

PASQUALE: Hello, my beautiful girl.

Oh, my God, I've missed you so much.

He's been away, working.

PASQUALE: Look at the dinosaur! (MAKES GNAWING NOISES)

- (MARIA LAUGHS) - Come on. How are you?

- (MAKES GNAWING NOISES) - (MARIA LAUGHS)

Ha.

"The Lord said to Moses, 'Go to Pharaoh and say to him,

"'Let my people go, so that they may worship me.

"'If you refuse,

"'I will send a plague of frogs on your whole country.'"

- Frogs? - Yeah.

What's a plague, Daddy?

A plague's kinda like... like a shitload.

Means, like, millions of 'em.

Millions of frogs?

Yeah, frogs everywhere.

"The Lord said to Moses,

"'Stretch out your hand with your staff

"'over the streams and canals and ponds

"'and make frogs come up on the land of Egypt.'"

How many... how many frogs were there?

- I don't know. Heaps. - What colour were they?

I don't know, green. Brown, maybe.

- Ross catches frogs. - Does he?

I'd kiss the frogs.

- What for? - They could turn into a prince.

I've eaten frogs. You can eat the legs.

- Eww! I don't wanna eat frogs! - Nah, nah, they're good.

They taste like, uh... like chicken wings.

Dad, I think a frog plague would be awesome.

Yeah, be pretty cool to see all them frogs, huh?

(MAKES GUTTURAL NOISE) Alright, it's gettin' late.

Come on, you little monster. Bedtime.

(MAKES JET-LIKE NOISES)

- BOY: Oww! Oww! - (MAKES PLAYFUL NOISES)

(BOY GIGGLES)

- Under the covers, bro. Come on. - OK.

Alright, little one.

Goodnight, princess.

- Goodnight, Daddy. - OK.

WOMAN: Pasquale, I told you to put down that sword.

Stop hurting the dog!

PASQUALE: He's not a dog. He's a cassowary.

(SLAPS)

You stop that!

Get to school.

Here.

Go on.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(METAL CLANGS)

Hey! What are you doing, you little shit bag?!

PASQUALE: Arghh! Help! Arghhh!

Help!

(SCREAMS)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE)

(PASQUALE RAPS ALONG) ♪ Ice Cube, baby

♪ Running on, baby

♪ I'm on the grind, baby

♪ All the time, baby... ♪

STEREO: ♪ You can do it Put your back into it

(RAPS ALONG) ♪ I can do it Put your ass into it, uh-huh

♪ You can do it Put your back into it, yeah

♪ I can do it Put your ass into it

- ♪ Put your back into it - ♪ Put your ass into it

♪ Tic-tic-boom

♪ Hear me banging down these back streets

♪ Bumping Blackstreet Treated like a athlete

♪ Life ain't a track meet No, it's a marathon

♪ Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on

♪ We be clubbing till the day we die

♪ Nigga, ask the bartender if you think we lie

♪ But if you think we high, nigga, think again

♪ 'Cause when it's sink or swim, you got to think to win

♪ And if I drink this Hen', everybody will know it

♪ 'Cause I ain't going for it

♪ So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out

♪ Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route

♪ Make the trigger shout, ugh!

♪ You can try to smoke an ounce to this... ♪

MAN: Westpac corporate account. It got paid out.

- Hey, Les. - What are you tryin' to say?

PASQUALE: Get off the phone, you wanker.

Mate, that's a load of bullshit. You know it.

But I gotta go, mate, I gotta go. I'm not dealing with this.

I'll ring you later. Alright? 'Bye.

- Idiot. Brother! - Hey.

- Oh, look at you, man! - Yeah, mate.

- Huge. - How many things did you want?

Hey, hey, hey, keep it down, ya dickhead. Relax.

Come here, come here. Come over here.

- So how many things did ya want? - Just give us 10.

PASQUALE: A lot of pre-packing.

- LES: There. - Easy.

- It's all there, brother? - Yeah.

No worries. Beautiful.

- Did ya hear about Little Crazy? - What about him?

Got his bail hearing in a few days.

He's not gonna get bail.

What'd you say to him to get so pissed off?

Said I was gonna root his missus in the arse.

You'd better hope he doesn't get bail.

- I couldn't give a shit. - Come here. Come with me.

- Where? - Here. Come here. Look at this.

Have a look at what?

It's the best view in Sydney right there, mate. Look at it.

PASQUALE: The best view? How can you say that?

LES: How can you not, mate? That's a world-class view.

PASQUALE: What do you mean? It's an alright view.

There's plenty of other good views around here.

You can't say this is the best one.

Yes, ya bloody can, man. New Year's Eve, here, the fireworks.

There's no other place to be in the whole city.

Look at it. That's no bullshit.

What about the Toaster building?

It's too close, man. I've been there New Year's Eve.

You can't see anything. You can't see nothing.

Like sitting too close to the TV.

You sound up yourself. "This is the best view."

- Stop being a dickhead! - You sound like a poofter.

Stop being a dickhead, man. Hey, you know what that is out there?

- Look at it. Money. - What are you talking about?

That's billions of dollars

locked up in bricks and mortar, mate, right there, mate.

That's where the real money is. Building, mate.

The big players in this town, mate, they run that game.

Why do you think I'm getting into building, mate?

Who's richer, drug dealers or property developers?

Think about it.

- Yeah, alright, I'll take it. - What?

This apartment, right here.

The second it's finished, I'm movin' in.

- You don't like the view. - Nah, nah, nah.

I've been thinkin' about these things a lot lately.

- (LES CHUCKLES) - Yeah.

- What are you talking about? - Goin' places, movin' up.

Mate, I'm free. I'm outta jail. I got connections.

I got a heap of cash. I'm not thinkin' small-time anymore.

- LES: You think it's that easy? - Not gonna be some shitkicker.

- I'm gonna be a boss. - You think it's that easy?

Listen to me, brother. You wanna be something?

You wanna be somewhere in this world?

You want something, you gotta go out there and take it.

It's what's called positive thinking.

It's called speaking out of your arse.

- Shut up, you idiot. - (LAUGHS)

Hey, I'm movin' up, seriously.

- Hey, get in there. - What are you doin'?

- Takin' a photo. - I don't take selfies. Alright.

Shut up, shut up. One for me, please.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

MAN: You never actually own the car.

What's that mean?

Well, the title's not in your name. You don't own it.

Who owns it?

Some company in Dubai. It's all untraceable.

Your name only appears on the insurance as the driver.

But, look, mate, bottom line, you pay cash for the car,

they transfer ownership to the company,

then you get to drive it.

You wanna sell it, just bring it back.

They give you back your money, minus a bit of depreciation.

The original cash is washed,

and you've been driving a Lambo this whole time.

What's not to like, mate?

Wanna take it for a spin?

Yeah!

(ENGINE ROARS)

(LAUGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Always known I was gonna be a boss.

Ever since I was a kid I knew it.

And not like all the old timers in Griffith.

They were just a bunch of wankers, mate.

Proper dinosaurs, you know, of the round ones

and these ones and those ones, they were old school,

but it was always with the gear and da-da-da-da-da.

They thought they were the bomb,

but really they were just a bunch of wankers.

Anyway, that's why I had the dust-up with em.

You know, they started sellin' the pingers and that bullshit,

so I thought I'd give it a crack.

I did it way better than 'em. Better gear, cheaper.

Suddenly I'm doin' good, next thing you know, they're like,

"Hey, this is our spot," you know what I mean?

Anyway, I told the lot of em, "Go fuck yourselves.

"Piss off, ya bunch of wankers," ya know?

Sydney's where the real cash is. It's big-time shit here.

Hey, I got a Lambo,

I got a place with the best view in the whole city,

I got a hot wife.

I'm going places, you know what I mean?

Heard about Little Crazy? He got bail.

- When? - Couple of days ago.

- Who gives a shit, eh? - Well, he's gunnin' for you.

Who told you that?

Apparently, you said something vulgar

about his missus.

Yeah, so what if I did? Who gives a shit?

What? You not worried?

Nah. Nah. I couldn't give a shit.

(DEATH METAL PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND)

(TATTOO MACHINE BUZZES)

Yeah? Mate, he was talkin' shit about my missus, I told ya.

Brother, he said he was gonna stick it in her arse.

Yeah.

All the boys heard it, every single one of 'em.

All the boys were there.

Alright, fine. Ya know, he's dead.

Unless he gives me 300K.

If he give me 300K, you know,

I'll...I'll forget about the insult.

He doesn't give me 300K, I'm gonna put two in his head.

Yalla. 'Bye.

You fuckin'... ya never talk shit

about another bloke's missus, you know what I mean?

That's, like... That's an area you do not cross.

Yeah.

I'll fuckin' kill ya once you cross it,

'cause it says there's barbed wire.

It's got the X. It's got the skull. 'Do not enter'.

He fuckin' entered, and now he's fuckin' dead,

ya hear what I mean?

Like, I might kill him, mate. It's easy for me.

One, two. Puh-puh. You know what I mean? Two bullets.

All I need is two...all I need is fuckin' one bullet, cuz.

One bullet through the heart, pierce him through the heart.

Yalla, drive to Macca's, get me a Big Mac.

(SNIFFS)

300K? What, is he off his head, mate?

That's your problem, mate. He's completely insane.

(SNIFFS) Why would he think I'm gonna pay him 300,000?

Mate, to be perfectly honest,

I don't even think he wants the 300K.

I reckon he just wants to knock ya,

and he's just come up with a number

that makes him feel good about not doing it.

Does it make sense to ya?

What he's saying, dumbarse, is if you don't pay up you're dead.

You think I'm scared of that little prick?

You should be. You said you'd root his wife in the arse.

Yeah. What about it?

These blokes knock people for making fun of their haircuts.

You said you're gonna have anal with his wife?

What do you think?

I pay that little prick,

everyone in Sydney's gonna stand over me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Unless I knock him first. - Oh, yeah?

Mate, you wouldn't be able to knock a disabled nanna...

Why couldn't I?

Let alone a psychopath like Little Crazy, mate.

Yeah, yeah? How would you like a smack in the head, huh?

- Ohh! - Hey, you're getting personal.

Take it easy. We're on the same side.

Hey, listen, we got a plan all worked out.

- Yeah, what? - Farhad Qaumi.

They call him The Afghan.

He's the head of the Blacktown chapter of BFL.

Well, what about him?

Well, there's shit goin' down with the Brothers.

Their top dog, Bass Hamzy, he's in Supermax

and just got 15 years added to his sentence, so he's gone.

LES: Yeah, I reckon they're goin' tits up.

Why?

Well, half the Brothers hate the other half.

So how does that help me?

You get in with The Afghan. He's a powerful bloke in Blacktown.

Runs the whole show and the best thing is,

he hates Little Crazy.

LES: It could be good to get in with him, you know what I mean?

Majorly cashed up. Good for all of us. You know what I'm saying?

Hey, man, awesome party. Thanks a lot.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No worries.

Seriously, thank you so much for bringing us down here.

We were gonna have a quiet party...

Piss off, would ya?! We're talkin'.

This Afghan bloke. Hey! What do I do about him?

I'll try and set up a meeting.

You go in, you have a chat, you try and get into his good books.

- What do you reckon? - (SNIFFS)

Yeah, what's he supposed to be like?

ADAM: Well, he's a very scary bloke.

All the crims in Sydney are shittin' themselves over him.

But that doesn't matter, right? He might just save your life.

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

Two more. Come on. Two more. I'm not doin' it for ya.

- Let's go. Drop your traps. - (GROANS)

Posture. Nice. Let's go. One more. One more.

All you. All you. Nice. You're almost there.

- And...nice. - (GRUNTS)

Look at the difference. Look at the difference.

Come and have a look at why those last two reps

are so important.

- The thing? - Yeah.

Just rotate torso a little bit. Nice.

That.

Hey, I look fuckin' hectic, boy.

I'm gonna post that. Please like it.

Priorities, mate. You're pumped. Let's go.

Hey, holy shit, look at that chick.

- Ah, Zina. - What, you know her?

Every day, mate, she's here.

Bullshit.

- Furniture. - Look at those tits.

Top-quality fakes, mate. Expensive.

Oh, yeah, that's an incredible rack of tits, hey?

- Yeah. - Hey, hey, hey, one second.

- What? - One second. One second. Sick.

(ZINA GRUNTS)

Hey. How's it goin'?

- I'm OK. - You're Zina.

- Yes. - My mate over there, Mohey.

He works here. Told me your name.

- Oh. - So you come here a bit, right?

I mean, you look like you... you like to work out.

Like...like you look good.

- Like toned. - Thanks.

Nah, nah, seriously, your...your body is amazing.

- (SCOFFS) - Can I ask you something?

Do you do anything like a special diet

or anything like that?

No, I don't have a special diet.

Ya serious?

Well, I mean, I avoid sugar

and salt and gluten,

processed carbs and dairy.

Oh, and I take aminos, protein, probiotics, omega-3s,

and, you know, the usual supplements

like calcium, magnesium, turmeric, flaxseed oil,

zinc, B-supplements.

Oh, and I drink kombucha.

But other than that, I don't do anything.

And what do you do for a job?

You must be like a model or something.

(CHUCKLES) I'm a dancer.

Well, shit. No wonder.

That's why your body's so hot.

Hey, ya wanna know something?

There's plenty of smoking-hot dancers out there,

but I reckon probably for sure

you're pretty much hotter than all of them,

and the reason is

because you have like a... like a model's face.

Like, you could be a model easily.

- I don't think I could. - Nah, nah, nah, no bullshitting.

Your face is almost as pretty as Miranda Kerr's.

And your body's probably hotter.

(LAUGHS) Oh, my God. I mean...

You look like you work out a lot too.

Yeah, yeah, every day.

I love to stay in shape.

I think the most important thing in life is looking good.

'Cause if you look like shit, you may as well be dead.

You know what I mean?

Yep.

Hey, I'm, uh, Pat. Pasquale. Pasquale.

Hey. Oh, Pasquale?

Yeah, yeah, it's Italian. I'm Italian.

Oh, my God, what a small world. I'm from Croatia originally.

Yeah, right.

Oh, so both of those countries are in Europe.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

So, uh, can I get your number?

I'll take you out somewhere.

I'll take you somewhere really nice. What do you reckon?

How do I know you're not a serial killer or something, hmm?

Me? Do I look like a serial killer?

(ENGINE REVS)

Pull up alongside. (SNIFFS TWICE)

(LITTLE CRAZY SNIFFS)

What's goin' on, brother? Mahmoud, how are ya?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(SPEAKS ARABIC) Yehya, how's your mum and that?

She's a bit sick at the moment. I think it's just a cold.

LITTLE CRAZY: Yeah? (SPEAKS ARABIC)

So I wanna know what you boys are thinking.

About what, mate?

Don't talk shit. You know what.

Relax, bruh, I'm just jokin' with ya.

You wanna know who's runnin' things with the Brothers?

Yeah.

You boys know it should be me, and I've been good to you.

(SNIFFS) Very good.

So I wanna know if I've got your loyalty.

How about you clear something up with me first?

Something I heard about.

What's that?

That you tried to bang my missus.

What? Who said that, brother?

Doesn't matter who said it. Did you try to bang her?

No way! Why would I wanna bang your missus?

She's the last chick on Earth I'd try to bang. (LAUGHS)

Are you saying she's ugly or something?

- What? - Did you say my wife is ugly?

Get this guy a tissue, bro. He's gonna start crying.

Do you wanna start something with me?

I'm just askin' ya if you just said that my wife is ugly.

Yeah, she's ugly. What about it?

Well, then, your wife's a slut!

What?

You just said my wife's ugly, bruh.

You said my missus was a slut?

Listen, bruh, you tried to bang my missus

and then you bullshit about it,

saying that she's ugly and you don't wanna bang her.

Well, guess what - your wife's a gold-digger and a slut!

How about that?!

Say it again.

I dare ya. Say it again, one more time.

You got balls, you say it again.

- Can't believe this guy, mate. - Can we just cool it?

Nobody said anything about anyone's wife

being ugly or sluts.

We're here to talk about leadership for the chapters.

Come on, we're together, aren't we?

Say it again.

Your wife's a gold-digger and a sharmuta.

What are you gonna do about it?!

- How's this for a sharmuta?! - (GUNSHOTS)

How's that for sharmuta?!

He said sharmuta, yeah? He said he had a gun.

You heard it, yeah? You heard it, yeah?!

- Yeah, bro. Yeah, yeah. - That's it, brother.

Yeah, yeah, drive, drive, drive.

- (SNORTING) - LES: I love it.

Ahh.

What do you think about that Lambo? Pretty sick, eh?

I don't know. I mean, these seats are a bit hard, you know?

(SNORTS)

It's a fuckin' racing car, not a lounge chair, you spastic.

I'm just saying, mate, with all this money,

you think they'd be a little bit more comfortable.

Why ya gotta be such a dickhead?

- Hey, look, look, look! Hey! - PASQUALE: Hey!

- LES: Hey! Check it out! Hey! - PASQUALE: Hey! How's it goin'?

LES: Come here! The one on the left, she wants me.

Shut up.

I mean, look...look at her! She wants me.

Shut up.

Hey!

I mean, you see all those cranes?

See all those big cranes up the top there, man?

- PASQUALE: Yeah? - That's where the real money is.

That's where you need to be thinking.

If you wanna step up, that's where you need to be thinking.

- Well, what do ya mean? - Construction. Shitloads of it.

Those cranes. How much do you think they're pulling in?

What are ya talkin' about?

I got a mate of mine. He's selling a whole bunch of cranes.

- You can pay cash for it too. - How much?

About eight mil.

- Eight million bucks? - Yeah.

Can you come up with two?

Take me a few months, but...what about the rest?

We're gonna need a partner.

Someone who's got a bit of a cash problem.

- Like who? - Like BFL.

Mate, they're moving that much gear,

they gotta be cashed up to the eyeballs.

That's why you need to know this Afghan bloke,

you know what I'm saying?

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

THE AFGHAN: Let's go.

Whoa, whoa! What are you doing? What the fuck you doin', man?

What have I done? (GROANS)

(GRUNTS, THEN PANTS)

THE AFGHAN: You know who I am?

Yeah, you're...you're Farhad Qaumi, The Afghan.

I know who you are, but I haven't done anything wrong.

- You hear about Bassam Hamzy? - No. What happened?

He made me the leader. I'm the boss now.

- OK. Cool. - Bankstown Brothers for Life.

It's closed down now.

- No more Bankstown chapter. - Alright.

Everyone over there has to come over to Blacktown, yeah?

Alright, sweet. I have no problem with that, man.

I thought the other two chapters were bullshit, anyway.

Tell your guys, alright?

Yeah, I will. I...I will, I promise.

I...I will let them know.

Hmm.

- (GUNSHOTS) - Argh!

(MAN CALLS OUT)

(MAN COUGHS)

(GROANS)

That Darling Point place will be ready in about two months.

But we gotta work out if we're taking stuff...

I haven't even seen the place yet.

It's the best place to watch the fireworks.

I don't give a shit about fireworks.

- Best view in Sydney. - I give a shit about my friends.

- Don't know anyone there. - Your friends could hang out.

- They'll love it. - What about my coffee shop?

You know, my gym, my waxing place?

It's Darling Point. There's waxing places there.

Chicks get their pubes done too.

How would you know?

Don't get the yoghurt with the sugar in it.

- But Giovanni likes this one. - It's bad for you.

Giovanni likes it 'cause it's got sugar. Get the other one.

God, it's hard enough to get him to eat anything at the moment.

- You're gonna get him fat. - You try feeding him.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(PASQUALE CHUCKLES) This is it, babe.

What's that?

Hey, I got a big business deal goin' on

with a big potential business associate.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, Darling Point, it's just the start.

Pretty soon I'm gonna move us somewhere like Point Piper,

with a killer view.

I promise you. I got some big business deals going on.

Is that right, Mr Big Dick?

Why are you sayin' it like that?

- Because I'm worried. - About what?

About the fact you just got out of jail.

Yeah, what about the court case?

What are you gonna do about that?

Why are you always trying to shit on my dreams?

- I drive a Lamborghini. - Mmm.

I got some big business deals goin' on.

I got plenty of cash comin' in.

I'm gonna get the court case thing sorted, OK?

Alright! I'm allowed to ask, aren't I?

- Hey! - Hey! Pas!

I'm not gonna be a shitkicker. I'm gonna be a boss.

- Mm. - Babe, I'm telling you.

OK.

OK?

I need you to support me on that.

- Yeah, OK. - This is serious.

- OK. - (PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES)

Answer your phone.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

What?

Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes, we will.

We will be there straightaway. Thank you.

- Be where? - Shit.

- What? - Maria's bitten another kid.

You'll see here in the guidelines

that Article 18B says, "The parents of any child

"continuously endangering the safety of other children

"shall receive a formal warning from a senior staff member."

The last time both of you were here, we discussed this.

That was your official warning, yes? I emailed you confirmation.

"And in the event that the behaviour continues

"and a formal complaint is made,

"then the child shall be removed from the facility."

- Can I see that, please? - What are you trying to say?

It...it means

we're going to have to ask Maria to leave the school.

What? What are you... What are you talking about?

You...you can reapply to have her reinstated,

but we have to be assured the behaviour is not gonna continue.

No, hang on. Reapply? Why?

Her place will be filled by the next child on the waiting list.

Does that mean we go to the end of the waiting list?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

But it would take a year to get her back in.

- It's bullshit! - No, Pas, stop... I'm sorry.

Now, Mrs Kimble, there has to be something we can do here.

I'm...I'm sorry, no.

Once a complaint has been registered,

then we have no choice.

Who made the complaint?

I can't give out that information.

Come on, tell us! Who made the complaint?

Can't we sort it out with them?

I can't say. It's covered under Federal Privacy legislation.

If I was to give you that information,

I'd be breaking the law.

I'm sorry. Maria's a very sweet child.

But once a complaint has been made,

under our guidelines, my hands are tied.

Thank you.

- That's bullshit. - Let's go.

Hey, Maria, which was the kid that got bitten?

Which one was it?

No, you're not in trouble, you're not in trouble.

I'll give you a big piece of chocolate. How's that?

Just tell me which one.

MARIA: Sophie got bitten.

Can we get out of here, please?

- One second. - What are you doing?

- PASQUALE: Wait one second. - MELINDA: What for?

There.

MELINDA: Oh, my God. What are you doing?

- I'm sorting this out. - Sorting this out? Pas!

Hey, bubba. Hey, bubba. I'm sorting this out.

- Are you out of your mind? - Chill out, would ya?

Would you stop the car? Chill out!

- Stop the car right now! - Shut up!

- Stop it! - (PHONE CHIMES)

- MELINDA: Maria, you OK? - MARIA: Yep!

- PASQUALE: Shit! - MELINDA: What?

- My meeting! - Would you just watch the road?

Shut up! You're doin' my head in! I wanna sort this out.

- Pas, watch the road! - Shut up!

Where is he?

- I dunno. - He's supposed to be here.

(TYRES SCREECH)

No, no, no, don't! Don't you dare!

- I'll just be a minute. - Don't you dare move, dickhead.

You stay in the car. I mean it. Stay.

Hi, I'm Melinda Barbaro.

Excuse me. Hi. Look, I'm so sorry to bother you.

I'm Maria's mum.

Maria's the little girl who bit your daughter.

Oh, yes? What are you doing here?

How did you... How do you know where we live?

Yeah, look, I'm so sorry.

I know this seems kinda weird right now...

- MAN: Kind of? - Yeah, look.

I just wanted to talk about what happened at the school.

I'm so sorry about the bite. I feel terrible.

WOMAN: I'm sure you do.

MELINDA: Yeah, I just wanted to ask

maybe if you'd change your mind about the complaint?

They've told us she has to leave kindy. They're kicking her out.

- WOMAN: I'm very sorry... - PASQUALE: Shit!

..but do you know how badly she hurt my daughter?

- Stay here, baby girl. - MARIA: OK, Dad!

One second.

She broke the skin,

and there's severe bruises.

I had to take her to the doctor.

- I'll pay for that if you like. - That's not the point.

Your daughter's dangerous.

The school's right to ask her to leave.

You can't have a kid in there that's hurting other kids.

Oi! Come here. Come with me.

- MELINDA: Pas. - WOMAN: I'll call the police.

You call the cops, I'll shove that phone up your arse.

Listen, brother, we're standing outside your house, right?

That means I know where you live. You get what I'm saying?

I need you to drop that complaint against my daughter.

You're gonna call the school tomorrow,

you're gonna tell 'em it was a big mistake, OK?

Because if you don't, I'm gonna come back here

and I'm gonna break both your legs.

You call the cops, I'll fuckin' kill you.

(PHONE RINGS)

PASQUALE: Do you get what I'm saying?

- MAN: Yep. - Hello?

Now I got this expensive bottle of wine for you and the missus.

- You like red? - Yeah, we drink red.

Good. Call the kindy.

- Sort it out, OK? - MELINDA: OK.

- Yep. - MELINDA: Thank you.

MELINDA: Um, this is... kinda awkward.

Mrs Kimble just called.

Apparently, it was a little boy named Daniel

who did the biting.

She just caught him doing it to another kid.

What?

Yeah, apparently Maria didn't bite anyone. So sorry.

Taking the piss.

- MELINDA: Sorry. - Get in the car.

Get in the car. Get in the car!

You're a boofhead. I could wring your fuckin' neck.

Shut up. Get in the car.

- PASQUALE: I gotta go. - Hey, hey.

- Good luck with your meeting. - Thanks.

Hey.

(WHISPERS) I love you.

I love you too.

PASQUALE: Alright, I'll be back.

- MELINDA: Alright. - Wish me luck.

(ENGINE REVS)

(INTRIGUING SYNTH MUSIC)

What are you gonna do to me?

Where are we going?

Someone you gotta meet.

(ENGINE REVS)

Thanks, brother.

Hey, uh, you seen some blokes?

Some Middle Eastern lookin' blokes?

Uh, yeah. They left just a few minutes ago.

Shit!

Shit!

Hey! Hey! How are ya? I'm Barbaro. My mates call me Pat.

You're...you're Farhad Qaumi? The Afghan? That's you, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard a lot about ya.

- We're going. - Yeah, wait. I got caught up.

I got caught up. One of my kids, they were at kindy.

It was bullshit. They were biting each other.

Hey, can we go back inside, please?

We got a lot to talk about. Please?

- No, no, I gotta go. - No, no, hey, please, please.

Wait a second, brother. Brother, brother, please.

I...I got...I got big dramas with Bankstown at the moment.

- I need you. - Who? What's that?

That Little Crazy bullshit. He reckons I owe him 300K.

Yeah, what about it?

Mate, I'm in remand with the guy, I'm just joking around.

Next thing you know, he cracks the shits

and he picks a fight with me and I thought maybe you know...

I don't give a shit about Little Crazy. He's a prick.

- I don't give a shit about him. - That's what I reckon too.

Hey, I reckon he's an absolute prick. I swear.

Hey, one second, one second.

- Thank you, brother. - VALET: Thank you.

PASQUALE: Appreciate it, man. Easy. Hey, listen...

- This your car? - Yeah. Do you like it?

- Seriously? - Yeah.

Hey, listen, brother, it's a nice car. Goes hard.

Hey, if you wanna take it for a drive, here, take the keys.

Don't even need to bring it back, whenever.

Just take the key. Easy. Go.

Hey, my mate, he can get you one of these. Easily.

He's got a mad deal goin' with em.

I can get you one of these, bro. No problem.

- THE AFGHAN: Thanks. - PASQUALE: Easy.

- Hey, bring it back whenever. - (ENGINE REVS)

MAN: Look, look. Wait.

(LAUGHTER)

LITTLE CRAZY: What is that...is that a cucumber or a vibrator?

(LAUGHTER)

- MAHMOUD: Again. - (LAUGHTER)

LITTLE CRAZY: I bought... I bought a dildo

exactly like that for one of the lowies back in the day.

(MEN CONTINUE LAUGHING)

OMAR: No, we'll show him the other one with the swan.

You'll love this one, brother. You'll love this one.

The guy falls in the lake. Watch it.

Chuck it on, chuck it on.

MAHMOUD: Watch it, watch it, watch it. Ready?

(SWAN HONKS)

- (MEN LAUGH) - MAHMOUD: Look, look, look!

Brother, if that goose has got balls, he'll go me one-on-one.

- OMAR: It's a swan, bro. - (GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(ENGINE REVS)

How's it goin', boys?

THE AFGHAN: You gonna open your mouth,

you'd better step up to the plate there, brother.

Yeah.

'Bye, 'bye, 'bye, 'bye.

What's happening, fellas?

They missed him.

- What? - Little Crazy. He got away.

- Who gives a shit, eh? - Better watch your back, bro.

He's gonna come after all of us.

I'm not worried about that little prick.

You should be. This Little Crazy, mate, he doesn't care.

- Killed his own mate. - Who?

His mate, Yehya, a couple of weeks ago.

Little Crazy's out with his cousin, Mahmoud.

They get into an argument with Yehya.

LC just shoots him in the neck, brother. Dead.

You know what I mean, bro?

You're goin' out, you take The Shadow with ya, yeah?

Yeah, OK, no worries. But, hey, listen, I got you something.

New clothes.

THE AFGHAN: What for?

So you look fresh, bro. These are designer label.

They're expensive as shit. That one there, Versace.

Look at it. This one here, Armani.

Not the Emporio, neither. That's the proper Armani shit.

Try 'em on.

I got you something else too.

Got you some jeans.

Diesel. Huh?

They're cool as shit.

Pop 'em on, pop 'em on. Hurry up.

Look at that, bro. Are you serious?

You look so much better.

That look, it suits you completely, bro. Look.

But...do you wanna know something?

Don't take this the wrong way.

- You gotta lose the beard. - What?

- You gotta shave it off, bro. - What's wrong with it?

I'm serious. It looks like a terrorist beard.

You can't be looking like that,

not...not with everything we're doing.

- It does attract attention, bro. - What?

Been meaning to say something for a while.

Maybe it's better you did get rid of that beard, hmm?

Shave it, yeah?

What about you? What do you reckon?

(SHAVER BUZZES)

Hey, the reason I want you to look good

is 'cause you're gonna be a boss.

I mean, a big-time boss, my brother. Yeah?

My mate Les, right? He's in construction, properties.

He's got places all around Sydney.

Yeah. Yeah, there's heaps of money in construction.

Nah, nah, nah, heaps, brother, heaps.

Why do you think all the big-time guys are doing it?

MUMTAZ: Yeah, my mate, he does scaffolding for painting houses.

He makes heaps of money, bro.

Yeah, now picture your mate doing scaffolding for houses,

but instead of houses, they're huge skyscrapers.

And instead of scaffolding, it's cranes.

- THE AFGHAN: Cranes? - Yeah.

Listen, brother,

all the construction sites around Sydney you see,

every single one, dotted with cranes.

Every single one of them cranes is making money. Shitloads.

My mate Les knows a bloke selling a bunch of cranes.

I don't know anything about that shit.

You don't need to know about it.

Youse are making plenty of cash out here, yeah?

You got, what, maybe... maybe 10 drivers, more? Yeah?

Shit, OK. So you know what it's like to have cash piling up.

Can't put it in the bank, can ya?

Can't buy a house. Crime Commission will seize it.

See, here's the best thing about the cranes -

you'll pay for the whole thing in cash.

They put your name on the thing,

all the money you make back is legit, proper legit.

Seriously, listen. I know youse are doin' well out here.

And a year from now, you and me,

we can practically be running this entire city.

This is how you step up. Know what I'm saying?

THE AFGHAN: Yeah.

Want a kebab?

Yeah, what kind are they?

'C' is chicken, 'M' is meat.

Can I get a snack pack?

Yeah, sure.

PASQUALE: Cheers, bro.

Hey, look at that! You look good!

That's totally changed the way you look.

You do look better without the beard, bro.

Look at that. Hey, it's changed the whole shape of your face.

I'm telling you brother, we're gonna be the bosses, yeah?

We're gonna run this city. What do you think about that?

Huh?

TV: Up to 10 shots ring out last night

before a car speeding away.

This morning, associates of the two men

arrived at the crime scene.

What can you tell us about what happened here overnight?

- Just a bit of fireworks. - Fireworks?

LITTLE CRAZY: New Year's Eve came early.

REPORTER: It is believed that...

Bloody idiots.

REPORTER:.. have links to the notorious...

MELINDA: Pas?

.. Brothers for Life crime gang. Police are expected...

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

- Where are you going? - Out.

Obviously. Where?

To dinner. I got a big business meeting in the city. (SNIFFS)

Hey, what do you think for the kitchen in Darling Point?

You wanna paint it yellow?

Well, it's not yellow, it's buttermilk.

What's wrong with the colour that's already there?

- I hate it. It's revolting. - What do you mean?

It's Juicy Red. That colour's awesome.

Your taste is dodgy at the best of times.

Bullshit.

It's what you'd paint a brothel.

What are you putting that on for?

So I can smell good.

You're going to a business meeting smelling of perfume?

- What's that all about? - It's not perfume.

It's men's fragrance.

You're sure you're not going to a gay bar or something?

- It's a bit weird. - Why are you bein' a bitch?

Because I know when you're up to something, Pasquale Barbaro.

Piss off.

(GLASSES CLINK)

ZINA: So, um, I've never actually asked you before.

What do you do? For work, I mean.

Oh, I'm in, uh, the construction business.

Yeah, yeah.

I got some property being developed in Darling Point.

The best view. It's an awesome spot.

Right, so you're a property developer?

- Yeah, yeah. - Mm.

That's right, a property developer.

But I'm into construction and stuff.

I'm getting some cranes.

(LAUGHS) Right, OK.

What?

Nothing. Um, it's...

No, no, tell me, what? Is there something wrong with that?

No, I was...

This is gonna sound really stupid,

but I thought maybe you were like a gangster or something.

My girlfriend asked me what you did,

and I was like, well, "He's got all these tatts and money

"and he drives a Lambo."

And she was like, "Well, maybe he's a drug dealer."

And I was, like, we were laughing

about how funny that would be

that, you know, maybe I was going on a date

with a big-time gangster like in 'The Sopranos', you know?

(BOTH LAUGH)

- I mean, how stupid is that? - Well, yeah, yeah. I mean, um...

That's cool.

(ZINA LAUGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Oh, shit.

- What? - Nothing.

Just, uh, if something kicks off, just...

- Barbaro. - Hey, hey, hey.

Fellas, what's happening? Aren't youse in the wrong joint?

- KFC's down the road, huh? - What are you doing, you dog?

PASQUALE: What do you mean? I'm havin' dinner.

- What does it look like? - You're dead.

We know what you did to Mahmoud.

- PASQUALE: I did nothing. - Barbaro. Right in front of me.

- Why don't you piss off? - Shut the fuck up, alright?

- PASQUALE: What do you mean? - KHALED: Come outside now.

Hey, hey, hey, piss off, shithead.

KHALED: You fuckin' come outside!

(MEN SHOUT)

(GLASS SMASHES, PEOPLE GASP)

Get out of the way!

- THE SHADOW: Let's go! - Hey, come here. Come here.

- KHALED: Hey, piss off! - PASQUALE: Get out of the way.

PASQUALE: Come on. Fuck you. Come on.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Oh, my God.

- PASQUALE: Mm-hm. - Oh!

- PASQUALE: What do you reckon? - Oh, this view.

- Fuck, you can see everything. - Yeah, told ya.

This kitchen. I love that colour.

- What? - Yeah.

- That's what I reckon. - Mm.

- Really? - Yeah.

What was that for?

- Did I say you could kiss me? - Nah, but like I thought...

(ZINA MOANS)

- Are you... - Mmm!

(CLATTERS)

Hurry up.

What are you doing?

Eating a sandwich.

I thought you went out for dinner.

- What happened to your shirt? - Nothin'.

And your face. Your face is all red.

It's nothing. Just some shit with some blokes.

- Well, what...what blokes? - Some BFL dogs.

I sorted 'em out, OK?

- What? - Were they wearing perfume?

What?

The BFL dogs. Were they wearing Chanel No. 5?

No.

You come home at 3am from a business dinner

still hungry, with a ripped shirt and stinking of perfume.

- Oh, my God. - Get dodgier.

- Stop...stop being paranoid. - Get dodgier, Pas.

Stop being paranoid, would ya?

I got into a fight with some Arabs.

They ripped my shirt. I belted the shit out of them, OK?

It's all good. I'm goin' to bed.

(SYNTH MUSIC)

How's it goin', Pat?

Who are you?

Have a seat, mate.

I thought I was meeting the bloke and the chick.

DETECTIVE 2: Doesn't make a difference. It's all the same.

(SLIDES CHAIR)

So what's news?

Look, I don't even know why I'm talking to youse.

- I don't even know youse. - Doesn't matter.

We know your case back to front.

Same rules apply.

If you don't give us anything, then you go back to prison.

This is bullshit.

DETECTIVE 1: It is what it is, mate.

We didn't put you in this situation, you did. Yeah?

So how do you want to play things, Pat?

You heard of Little Crazy? The name's Hamzy.

Hamzy? Mohammed Hamzy?

- What about him? - Yeah, yeah, I heard something.

I heard he shot his mate or something.

- DETECTIVE 1: Yeah? Who? - Yeah.

Gets in a fight with his own mates.

Shoots one of 'em in the neck. Killed him.

You're talkin' about Yehya Amoud?

He was murdered in Yagoona.

PASQUALE: Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Little Crazy done that.

With his cousin, um...

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Cousin, um...

Mahmoud!

With his cousin Mahmoud.

POLICE: Get up! Get up! Get your hands up!

(MUTTERS)

Baby, look, it's the three little pigs,

Officer Bacon, Officer Ham and Officer Pork.

So, boys, when youse eat breakfast in the morning,

you know, bacon, 'cause I know youse love bacon,

does that make ya cannibals or what?

(INTRIGUING ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(FAST-PACED SYNTH MUSIC)

(LAUGHS)

Hey, to good health. Fuck it!

Hang on tight, but, 'cause here comes the Earth!

(ENGINE REVS)

(LAUGHS)

Ahhhh!

(LAUGHS)

Ohh!

Ahhh!

(ENGINE ROARS)

(CHATTER)

PASQUALE: What'd I tell ya, huh? Top of the world.

Here. Come here. Look at this. Cranes everywhere.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

You see those building sites? Any of 'em.

All them companies that own those cranes

would turn around about 20 million bucks a year, all legit.

PASQUALE: But they're doin', like, heaps of other jobs.

Heaps of 'em. Tell him, tell him.

LES: Most of these companies got 5-10 jobs going at once.

PASQUALE: I've already told him that.

Tell him about the cash. Tell him about that.

What we do is pay part of the wages to the tradies in cash.

- Cash. All cash. - No, it's not all cash.

It's partly cash.

So you wash the money that you're making selling gear

by paying out wages, right?

Equipment hire too, yeah?

So you pay out in cash, get proper receipts,

and then suddenly all that money

that you're making selling gear becomes legit.

It's a win-win. You can't lose.

Tell him about the other thing. The tradies with these ones.

- I'm trying to. - But hurry up, you slow bastard.

- Can you shut up? - You're taking too long.

- Let me finish what I gotta say. - Say it!

Alright, the bonus is tradies, they love to get wasted, right?

So you can sell 'em a bit of this, a bit of that,

straight off the building site

and use that same cash to pay their wages.

- You'll make a fortune. - I've already told him that.

So then why do you want me to say this for?

Sit down, sit down.

What do youse reckon?

- Yeah. - Like the sound of it or what?

- Yeah? I told ya. - Yeah.

- Didn't I? Huh? - Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

So his mate is selling a piece of his crane company.

Yeah. I got an associate of mine selling a stake of his company.

A whole bunch of cranes all over the place, man.

We're buying into something that's already making money.

You know what I'm saying?

All we gotta do is come up with the cash for the buy-in.

We're putting in three ways. We go equal partners. Easy.

How much, brother?

Eight and a half mil, all up.

Yeah? But each of us needs to put 2.2. You good for it?

- Yeah. - Good.

The rest is gonna come from assets I own

from a scaffolding company.

What's that?

It's just this company I own with this guy called Joe Antoun,

but he's being a bit of a prick at the moment but don't worry.

- I'll sort it out. - THE AFGHAN: Who is this bloke?

He's a dickhead. Don't worry about it.

He's moved onto this big George Alex project.

He's all up himself now.

George is a massive, massive property developer.

He's doing shit all over town.

LES: Joe's just stalling me on this scaffolding thing.

Don't worry. I'll meet up with him tomorrow night.

- We'll get it sorted out. - It's normal bullshit.

Youse don't need to worry. At all.

LES: It's alright. Don't worry.

I'll sort this out, you know?

So we put in 2.2, then we're in business with the cranes?

Yeah.

THE AFGHAN: But the deal can't go ahead

till you sort your shit out with this Antoun bloke?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Pretty much.

THE AFGHAN: You want us to help sort that out?

Well, if we're partners.

For sure.

We'll come with youse tomorrow night, then, brother.

LES: Good.

Told ya. Didn't I?

We're partners now, brother, hmm?

Gonna run this city.

PASQUALE: Are you goin' out?

Yeah.

PASQUALE: Where?

To the movies, with Suze.

Where are you going?

I got a meeting. A big one. Important.

Hope you got a babysitter.

- What? - I didn't get one.

Why not?

Because I'm sick of organising everything around here

so you can go out rooting skanks.

I'm not rooting skanks! What are you...

Whatever. I'm going to the movies.

I didn't get a babysitter. It's your problem.

No, no, I got a meeting. Hey! I got an important meeting.

I couldn't give a shit.

I got an important meeting!

- GIOVANNI: It's mine! It's mine! - It's mine!

Hey, hey, stop it! Hey, stop it youse two. Get on the couch.

Get on the couch, Maria, right now.

I want you to stop this nonsense, alright?

Hey, dinner's almost ready.

I need both of you to cut this shit out now, OK?

If you're good, you can watch a movie,

but only if you're good, alright?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, Les. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. OK, OK, OK.

Nah, nah, nah, nah. I gotta sort out this shit with the kids.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I had to get a babysitter last minute.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, OK, OK, OK.

I'll be there. Half an hour.

Yeah, listen. Alright, 'bye.

Shit.

Alright, listen, I need both of youse to sit here

and watch the movie, OK?

But if I hear any noise out of both of you,

you're going straight to bed, alright?

- Mm-hmm. - OK?

I love you both. Dinner's almost ready.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Shit. Argh!

- Hey. Hey. - Hey, Pat.

Sorry. I've cooked some pasta. The kids are watching a movie.

If you can throw some cheese on it, give it to 'em.

- Yeah? - Too easy.

If they eat all their dinner, give 'em a Tim Tam, yeah?

- OK. - Yeah. Thanks a lot for this.

I'll be back in a few hours. I'll give you extra cash, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, it's all good. - Thank you.

PASQUALE: Have a look at this place, huh?

Yeah? What'd I tell ya? I said it, didn't I?

I said you and me, mate - pretty soon blokes like this,

they're gonna be walking around this joint.

You know what they're gonna be saying?

"Look at them two dudes

"with the fresh clothes and them awesome tatts.

"Them dudes is bosses." You know what I mean?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- ANTOUN: Hey, Les. - Yeah?

ANTOUN: How are ya goin'?

LES: Joe.

See ya brought some mates with ya, did you. Les?

What's all this about, mate?

LES: What's with this? I see you brought some mates too.

What'd you wanna see me about, brother?

I need the paperwork for the scaffold and the title deeds.

- Can I have 'em? - I thought I told ya, mate.

- They're all gone. - You trying to be funny?

Not at all, buddy. Company went broke.

Assets have all been sold

and the receivers took all the money.

Are you seriously trying to phoenix me, Joe?

Phoenix you?

Hey, given that you fucked the company in the first place?

Mate, it went broke. No-one's trying to phoenix anyone.

That's total bullshit and you know it.

Hey, listen. We come for the title deeds, yeah?

We're not leavin' till we get 'em.

Is there a circus in town or something?

What's that?

You're a clown. What I'm saying is you're a fucking clown.

Fuck you, arsehole. You wanna have a crack or what?

Listen here, bozo.

There's 20 different sites around here

all pouring concrete.

You could find yourself part of the construction industry

in a way that you might not like.

You get the drift, dickhead?

Yeah? Fuck you!

THE SHADOW: Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey.

ANTOUN: Pull your head in. Just relax. Hey!

- Fuck off. - Get back. Get back!

No-one's trying to have a crack at you, guys. Just get back.

By the way, Les,

you owe me 47 grand for legals and stamp duty, OK?

I paid for it after the sale.

Why don't you let me know how you're gonna pay that?

You're a real prick, you know that, Joe?

By the way, fellas, this is George Alex's site, eh?

He's a respectable bloke and he doesn't like crims here,

so I suggest you leave.

Thanks. Let's go, boys.

LES: Yeah, dickhead. That's right, keep walking!

(KIDS SCREAM ON PHONE)

- Natalie? - NATALIE: Yeah, hi.

Um, so the kids are really freaking out.

They're like super upset.

Why? What's happened?

Someone put a horror movie on the D VD player.

It's the one about that psycho doll.

Shit!

Anyway, I didn't realise it was on

and they've watched quite a bit of it.

It's completely freaked the shit out of them.

Like, they won't stop crying.

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey, listen. I'll...I'll be home soon, OK?

OK, easy. Shit.

Hey, I gotta go. My kids, I...I gotta go.

- (DOOR SHUTS) - It's OK, guys.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here, come here, come here. Come here.

- (CHILDREN CRY) - Hey, buddy. Hey, it's alright.

It's alright, it's OK. It's alright.

Hey, hey, hey, what happened?

The doll put a knife in the girl.

Blood came out and she got dead.

It's only a movie. It's only a movie. It's not real.

There's nothin' to worry about. Don't worry.

They've kinda been alternating between being quiet for a while.

- And then just losing it. - (DOOR SHUTS)

- (MOUTHS) - NATALIE: Should I...?

- (CHILDREN CRY) - Hey, hey, what's happened?

- What's wrong with the kids? - Nothing.

- Hey, it's OK. - They're just tired.

They've been great, haven't they, Natalie?

- Um, yeah. - Just gonna fix her up, babe.

MELINDA: Come on. Hey, come up here. Come here, come here.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't say anything, yeah?

NATALIE: Yeah.

(DOOR SHUTS)

I don't know what's got into those kids.

It's almost like something scared them.

You reckon?

Do you think the babysitter did something?

I don't know, maybe.

I don't think we should get her anymore.

Ah, no way.

She probably told 'em like a...

..like a ghost story or something.

- Hmm. - (WATER RUNS)

- What movie did you see? - 'Bad Grandpa'.

(LAUGHS) It was so funny.

Cool.

Hey, sorry I gave you all that crap before.

How was your meeting?

It was pretty shit, but it'll be sweet.

Can you...?

(WHISPERS) They just need a good night's sleep, that's all.

Goodnight.

'Night, babe.

(CHILDREN SCREAM)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Relax.

LES: I should've just decked him when I got there.

I shouldn't have even asked questions -

just go, bang, just give it to him.

Hey, what happened to you?

Mate, I'm so tired.

My kids, they've been having these nightmares.

They been kicking me in the back. I haven't slept at all.

Want a coffee, bro?

Shit, yeah. Uh, latte. Be awesome. Yeah.

We're just talking about this Joe Antoun bullshit.

Guy's a fucking wanker. What was all that shit about?

He phoenixed the company we had.

And he siphoned all my assets, man.

I'm screwed. I'm down more than 2 mil.

What does that mean with the cranes?

I don't know, brother. I just have to work it out.

Work it out? Why didn't you work it out before?

You don't have to have a go at me.

How'd I know he'd pull this bullshit?

You shoulda known. Will this affect the deal?

Yeah, maybe. You don't have to be a dickhead about it!

- It affects all of us. - I get it.

Yeah, so what are you gonna do about this Antoun wanker?

- I'll work it out. - Work it out?

I'll work it out, man. I always do.

Why don't you just kill him?

What are youse talkin' about?

- Antoun. We should knock him. - Yeah. Good idea.

- That's a very good idea. - Yeah.

- And you should pay for it. - Why should I pay for it?

You brought us a deal covered in shit -

you should be the one to clean it up.

I'll pay for it, but you do the hit, smartarse.

- Piss off! - Come on, ya big mouth.

- Yeah, you should do it. - Nah.

- You scared? - Nah.

- You're scared. - We should talk about...

- You're scared. - ..who does it.

- He called you a clown. - Hey, he's a dog, yeah.

- But, you know... - You have to do it, brother.

Alright, I'll do it. For 200k. That's how much I want.

Here we go. You're not gonna do it.

- I'll do it. - You won't do it.

- He's not gonna do it, man. - Hey! Bullshit!

I'll do it. Just said I would.

Got no problem, mate.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Hey, did you ever see 'Mr Squiggle'?

- What's that? - The TV show.

- You never saw 'Mr Squiggle'? - Nah.

It was kind of a weird show.

It was about this, like, puppet or a bird or something.

I don't really know. He had this, like, long pencil nose.

And the blackboard on it always had the shits.

- What? - The blackboard.

He was like this grumpy prick and he was always telling him

like, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

And Mr Squiggle would always draw these, like, cartoons.

They'd always be upside down when they started

and then he'd flip 'em up the right way when he...

- You never saw 'Mr Squiggle'? - Nah, I was in Kandahar.

Where's that? Out west?

Afghanistan. We didn't have a TV.

You're serious? You didn't have a TV?

- (LAUGHS) - Nah.

When I was eight, my...my school got bombed by Russians,

and my teacher and most of my mates got killed.

I ran to a shelter, so...so I was OK,

but my family had to leave.

So we lived in refugee camps and shit.

- (CAR APPROACHES) - Shit, man, that's pretty heavy.

THE AFGHAN: There he is.

- PASQUALE: Is that him? - Mmm-hmm.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

THE AFGHAN: That's when you can get him,

when he gets out of the car.

PASQUALE: Before he goes back inside.

THE AFGHAN: Yeah.

You gotta be waiting.

Yeah. Sweet.

OK, you two, I'm gonna run a bath and put you to bed.

And tonight, you're sleeping in your own beds.

- KIDS: No! - PARENTS: Yeah.

I'm sick of you in the big bed.

Daddy and I haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages.

No, Mummy, I don't want to sleep in my bed.

- What's wrong with your bed? - The doll will get me.

What's all this about a doll?

They...they keep saying they're scared of some doll.

I don't know what they're talking about.

- The doll in the movie. - PASQUALE: OK.

- Get youse in the bath. - What'd you say, Gio?

- The doll in the movie. - Wh-what doll movie?

- Daddy, show her the DVD. - Come on, mate. Come on.

- What DVD? - In there.

Well, can you go get the DVD for Mummy?

- Did you show them some DVD? - No, he's making it up.

Come on, come on. Maria. Maria, come on, come on.

'Child's Play'?!

- This is a horror movie! - I've never heard of it.

It's a movie about the killer doll, Chucky!

- Chucky makes people be dead. - Daddy show it.

- Hey! Come on. - Did you show them this?

- No way. Come on. - Why are they saying you did?

- I don't know. - You showed them Chucky.

That's why they won't sleep in their own beds,

because you showed our children a horror movie.

I... Not on purpose.

- It was an accident. - Oh, my God, Pas.

I thought it was something else.

I was racing out the other night.

- You're an idiot. - I was in a hurry.

They're gonna need psychiatric treatment.

Come on, you two, bathtime.

You little dickhead!

- (THUMP!) - Argh!

- (CHILDREN SCREAM) - Shit!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh. - (KIDS CONTINUE SCREAMING)

Shush, shush, shush, shush.

- It's OK, it's OK. Shh, shh. - (CHILDREN SCREAM)

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

- You right with this? - Yeah.

We're all brothers, yeah? This is for your family.

We're gonna rule this city, yeah?

Yeah.

You cool?

(YAWNS)

- You sure? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm...I'm just... Bro, I'm...I'm so tired.

You know, I got the kids in the bed every night,

falling out of the bed, they're kicking the shit out of me.

I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages.

Should I get you a coffee, bro?

Yeah, it'd be awesome.

All good.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TURNS ENGINE OFF)

(EXHALES)

(YAWNS)

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

CHILD: Yes!

- (CHILD CHATTERS) - (WHISPERS) Fuck.

- Mum! - Let's go.

(KIDS CHATTER)

(HOUSE DOOR OPENS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(HOUSE DOOR SHUTS)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Shit!

Shit. Fuck.

(SIGHS)

Shit!

Fuck. (STARTS CAR) Fuck!

- What happened? - Nothin'.

- What? - Didn't happen, OK?

Why not?

'Cause he came home with his kids. His kids were there.

- Knew you'd fuck it up. - I didn't.

I woulda done it but he had his kids with him.

- What does that mean? - Means there were kids there.

Couldn't do it. It's the code.

- What code? - 'Ndrangheta.

You can't do a hit in front of kids.

- Who says that? - It's old-school Italians.

Mafia, mate. That's how it works.

Doesn't worry me. I got no problem with the kids.

- You serious? - Yeah.

- You wanna do the hit? - For 200k?

- If you do it properly, yeah. - Yeah.

Hey, where I'm from

it's not cool to do something like that in front of kids.

But you blokes are different, eh?

(MOODY SYNTH MUSIC)

(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

- (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (READS INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC FADES)

- Going out again? - Yeah.

I don't want to, but.

I don't even wanna go out. Wish I was stayin' at home.

- Why don't you, then? - 'Cause I gotta go.

You OK?

Yeah. Why?

The first time I ever heard you say you don't wanna go out.

Nah, it's...it's all good.

Just...just got some shit goin' on, you know?

It's nothin' to worry about, but.

I gotta go.

Hey. Be careful.

SONG: ♪ When I fall down I want you above me

- ♪ I don't want... ♪ - LES: This is good, eh?

I like this beef. I don't know what's in it, but I like it.

- It's good. - ♪ When I think about you

- ♪ I touch myself... ♪ - Why are you guys not eating?

- ♪ I don't want... ♪ - Want some?

♪ Anybody else

♪ Oh, no, oh, no... ♪

Yo, Masab, it's right here. Up here.

- It's right, further up. - No, it's right here.

I'm telling you, it's right here.

It's harder to turn left further down.

It's easier if we go right on the next one. I googled it.

(SINGS FLATLY) ♪..down to the riptide

♪ Taken away to the dark side

♪ I wanna be your left-hand man

♪ I love you when you're singing that song... ♪

- Hey, you heard anything yet? - Nah.

Hey, we're supposed to be seen, yeah?

- Yeah. That's right. - Make a lot of noise.

Yeah? Well, get up there. Go on.

Why do I have to get up there, wanker?

Who thinks Les should get up there?

- Go on. Get up there. - Get up there.

- Go, brother. - Take your beer with ya.

Don't worry, I'm gonna get up there.

Get the applause ready, yeah?

Take it easy, alright.

Hello, darling.

(HANDBRAKE ENGAGES, ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Put your hoodie up, man. Make sure it's over your face.

Yeah, yeah. I know what I'm doing.

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

- PASQUALE: Go on, be loud. - Hey, George!

- Show how loud you can sing. - This one's for the boys!

- (ALL CHEER) - (LES WHOOPS)

Just sing it! So sing it, ya dog!

MUMTAZ: What song are ya singing?!

Ah, it's Rose Tattoo, ya fuckin' dickheads!

('WE CAN'T BE BEATEN' PLAYS)

(SINGS TUNELESSLY) ♪ We'll start a revolution

♪ We'll make the street free

♪ We'll never weaken

♪ We'll give it our best... ♪

(TENSE SYNTH MUSIC)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Yes?

Uh, hello. Is, uh, Joe there?

I have this ledger book to deliver to him.

Ahh...yeah.

- Hang on. - Thank you.

Joe!

♪ Can't be defeated

- ♪ Don't know the word... ♪ - (JEERING)

♪ Shoulder to shoulder We'll fight the world... ♪

Come on, boys, yeah!

♪ We can't be beaten! ♪

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Yeah, mate.

♪ We can't be beaten... ♪

LES: One more time!

♪ We can't be beaten... ♪

LES: Come on, sing it, boys!

♪ We can't be beaten... ♪

- (HARD ROCK GUITAR SOLO) - (LAUGHING AND JEERING)

Send an ambulance!

Go in the other room. Go!

Oh, honey...

♪ Shoulder to shoulder

♪ We fight the world... ♪

- Oh, God. - (CHEERING)

- ♪ We can't be beaten - ♪ Whoa... ♪

- Hey. It's done. - ♪ We can't be beaten

♪ Whoo-hoo

♪ We can't be beaten... ♪

Oh, yeah!

- LES: Fuck, I love it. - Good song.

I love the song - 'I Love Myself',

'I Touch Myself', or something, shoulda done it.

- What's that? - Shoulda done that song, bro.

- Hey! Hey, hey! - What?

Look.

(MEN LAUGH)

No-one's gonna fuck with us now, eh?

Yeah.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

THE AFGHAN: Come on, let's go. Let's get a feed.

(SOMBRE SYNTH MUSIC BUILDS)

(MELINDA SIGHS SLEEPILY)

You OK?

(PASQUALE WHISPERS) I love you.

I love you too.

How's it going?

I'm your dad.

(CELL DOOR SLAMS)