All language subtitles for Last.King.of.The.Cross.S02E06.WEB.h264-RBB

[buzzer blares]

So what's the plan?

I'm gonna turn it
into the biggest

motorcycle club
this country's ever seen.

Well, 'cause we're
scaling up again, mate.

We are gonna own this city
lock, stock and barrel.

Is there anything
you'd like to share with me?

Nothing new.

OK.

[John] The cops
are pushing for 11 years.

You were gonna make him
turn himself in

no matter what I said

'cause you need to be
in control of everything.

This was all about
your fucking ego.

Our little brother
is getting 11 years.

We're just gonna
have to live with that.

Benny Vasquez.

Hey, it's good to finally meet.

[Dean] I am gonna give you as
much product as you can sell.

You muscle up,
you build yourself an army,

then we make our move.

They're strong, yeah?

[Dean] So we gotta be stronger.

[Dean] 'Cause
they will make mistakes.

[Dean] When they do...

[Dean] ..we go at them in ways

they won't see coming.

[dramatic music]

[dance music plays]

[motorcycles rumble]

[man shouts]

[both grunt]

[people exclaim]

-[people scream]
-[grunts]

[biker] OK, let's go!
Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

[engines roar]

[John] What are you,
a fucking soccer player?

You're embarrassing me.
Get back on the door!

[gunshots in distance]

What the fuck was that?

[Junior] Didn't get a good
look.

It's OK, folks. It's OK.
Sorry about that.

Anything?

They all hit the door.
Nobody knows anything.

That's the third time
this month.

-I think we have a problem.
-[phone rings]

Yeah, what is it?

[Tiny moans] Oh, fuck!

[John] Tiny, what happened?

-[Pete] He's been shot.
-[Tiny] Fuck...

Cameras.

[Pete] Give me
your jacket now. Quick.

[John] Ask this guy
if he saw anything.

Ladies, uh, did you see
what happened here?

No? Enjoy your night.

You, hey, did you see anything?

-He said he saw nothing.
-[Tiny moans]

Tiny! [claps] Hey, look at me.

-Did you see anything? No?
-Nup, nup.

-You didn't see who shot you?
-I didn't see anything, John.

-Was it one person? Two people?
-I don't know. Don't know,
John.

-Were they wearing balaclavas?
-I didn't see! Fuck! [groans]

What?

Look, he knows.

He's just too
fuckin' scared to say.

[grim music]

[gritty theme music]

-[dance music plays in
distance] -Close the door.

We need to find out
who the fuck's behind all this.

Bro, it's Benny,
I'm telling you.

Benny?

The guys stomping
our doors are bikies.

Benny could be working
with bikies.

[Tongan Sam] Iron Bloods.
[pours drink]

[John] Could be. Or one of the
others. What's in it for them?

Benny wants access
to move his gear,

pays the Iron Bloods
to do the shit work for him.

Oh, that's expensive.

This feels like more
than just access.

I mean, does Benny
even have that much coin?

-Maybe.
-Does he have the connections?

[Tongan Sam] It's hard to tell.

[John] If bikies
are hitting our clubs,

then it's probably Sam that's
dragging us into something.

You going to call him?

[John] Look, I'm gonna
be honest with you guys.

I'm...struggling with this.

OK, I'm trying to make moves.
I don't need this extra heat.

So can you just...
Can you help me out?

Can you get out there,
ask around,

find out what's going on
and just do it quietly, please?

Can we get Simone in here?

She didn't show up
for work tonight.

[tense music]

Excuse me! John!

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

[John groans]
You're a journalist.

Fiona Allen.

I wanted to give you
the chance to comment.

On what?

The rash of violence
sweeping Oxford Street.

Maybe we could talk about
your plans in the Cross.

[sighs] My plans aren't
anyone's business.

-But you're a public figure.
-Says who?

-Says the royal commission.
-Nah, I'm a nightclub owner.

I don't care what any
puffed-up cock in a wig says.

So set the record straight.
Give me a comment.

Alright, I'll give you
a comment.

-Is it recording?
-Yep.

Fuck off.

Can you put that in print?

[low dark music]

[motorcycles rumble]

[men muttering]

Sammy!

[Hamish chuckles]

-Don't get up.
-Yeah, I wasn't gonna.

Big set-up, Sammy.

Go big or go home.

Yeah, well, I think
we should stay home more.

Kicking up a lot
of stink out there.

-Just doing my thing.
-Huh!

How many blokes
you patched over lately?

At least two new Iron Bloods
I see over there.

[Sam] I told you,
I'm gonna make it

the biggest chapter
Australia's ever seen.

[Hamish] Yeah,
but a lot of blowback.

Not just on you. On anyone in
Black Flag colours.

One in, all in.
We're one-percenters.

Sure, sure.

But you don't have to be all in
all the fucking time.

Just...cool it
for a bit, alright?

Message received.

Good boy.

[Funny Steve] All cool?

[Sam] Do me a favour, will ya?

Find out where Dean
checks in for parole.

The cunt's gotta come out of
the woodwork sooner or later.

Alright. [pats Sam]

[exhales deeply]

[intense music]

[bubbling]

You're doing really good, mate.
All your boys are.

So make sure the Marauders
get theirs, alright?

Still don't have access,
but, do we?

Well, keep up the pressure
and John will break.

If he can't control
the doors, he's fucked.

Sam's looking for you,
and not in a good way.

Well, he hasn't
found me yet, has he?

So let's just keep our
distance.

Or...we could
take them both out.

We don't want a war
on two fronts.

You want to go at Sam,

you and your crew,
just say the word.

[Dean] OK, get into
the dance clubs, move our gear,

then we deal with the Ibrahims.

Unless they deal
with us first, huh?

You know, that's probably
what they're planning,

but they're too strong for us
to take them head-on at the
moment.

-Too strong for you.
-Yeah, that's what I mean.

Nah, me, you, all of us.

[scoffs]

All of us.

We'll see.

Guy's got a fuckin' point.

[Dean] No, he doesn't.

Just gotta lie low a bit
longer, get a bit bigger

and we will be untouchable.

You know Sam's coming at you.

Yep, but now Benny's
coming at him

'cause I just riled
the prick up.

He's gonna keep
John and Sam distracted

so they won't see
what's really going on.

You wanna tell me what the fuck
is really going on?

So Benny thinks we're
in business together, yeah?

But he's a fucking idiot.

This isn't about getting access
to a couple of clubs, Ned.

This is about being part
of a global fucking empire.

I'm talking billions
of dollars, mate.

So Benny and John and Sam,
they're no-one.

They just happen to be
our current problem.

So we push them
up against each other

and let them
wipe themselves out.

'Cause we...
[grabs bag and drops it]

..have more important
things to do.

The world is ours, Ned.

[Ned grabs bag]

So I see in your file

that it was a late call
to join the force.

Didn't really know
what to do, I guess.

So do you enjoy
being an AFP officer?

-[door shuts]
-Yeah.

I love it.

Then explain something to me.

We caught you...

..on camera...

..at his house.

Now, I've called Melbourne -

don't worry,
I haven't told anyone -

and people down there,
they seem to like you.

They think you could be good.

You knew that
we were watching him.

So what were you thinking?

No answer? OK.

Well, I don't want this
to ruin your career, Larsen,

so I'm giving you a very
special opportunity here.

A mole?
You want me to be a mole?

Well, it's either that
or resign now.

I mean, it's a free country,
so your choice.

I'm not gonna let you
blackmail me into doing this.

Well, you're not gonna
be working either.

So you have till, hm...

You have till the end of the
month to change your mind.

After that,
I'll just have no choice

but to pass these on
to the higher-ups.

-[speaks Arabic]
-No, no, I'm full.

Yeah, I gotta get to work.

Yeah, work, work, always work.

No time for your mother, huh?

-Mum, you alright?
-No, I'm not alright.

First, Michael goes away.

Now you and...and Sam,
you don't talk?

You want to kill me?

It's those motorbikes, John.
You know they ruin him.

[scoffs]

It's the other way around, Mum.

Call your brother.

Love you.

[speaks Arabic]

You with your fancy house
and your cars and your watch...

You don't have enough?

I remember when we had nothing.

No, we had everything then.

[speaks Arabic]

Now you have nothing.
[speaks Arabic]

What do you want from me, Mum?

Call your brother.

[sombre music]

[kisses]

[music darkens]

-[Carmen] All undervalued.
-[bell on door rings]

All licensed, all Kings Cross,
just like you asked.

Everything's for sale or lease?

If you move quickly.

And quietly.

Under the radar, right?

All you gotta do is tell me
which one you want.

All of them.

John, that's...
millions of dollars.

Uh-huh.

And millions more
in refurbishment costs.

Yep.

Are you sure?
You...you'll be all-in.

I get these properties,
I get the other investors.

Now, the key is here,
the space under the Coke sign.

I can put two big clubs
in this space,

I can cycle the crowds up and
down the strip all night.

And the Cross will come back
bigger than it ever was.

Do it.

-[Carmen] OK.
-[John] OK.

[tense music]

[car door shuts]

[officer] Hey! Hey, buddy!
Stay right there.

-Put your hands on the roof.
-What's your fuckin' problem?

[officer] We received a report
about a suspicious figure

loitering outside
the parole office.

What, and you think that's me?

We intend to search you
and your vehicle.

[officer pats Sam]

[motorcycles rumble]

Anything in here, mate? Huh?

[phone rings]

[button clicks,
phone stops ringing]

[puts phone down]

[voicemail] Hey, this is Katie.
You know what to do.

[buttons click]

[phone trills]

Can I help you?

I want to come in. I was
just...

Look, you're not authorised
to come into this room.

Fine. I'll wait.

[door shuts]

[John] You seen Ray
the last few weeks?

[Tongan Sam] Nah.

[John] So you don't know
what he's up to?

That's Simone's department.

Where is Simone?

Still off sick.

[John] Pete. Good job.

John!

My brother, he got shot.

-Huh?
-[John] What? Who shot him?

[Junior] I don't know.
He was coming home.

Two blokes pull up on him,
shoot him in the fucking leg,
John.

Hey.

This was at your place?

[Junior] At my mum
and dad's house.

He said they called out
for me, John.

They thought it was me.

Whoever's behind this
is getting too close,

too personal.

I mean, how the fuck
did they find out

where his mum and dad lives?

Someone's dogging us.

Maybe, someone on the inside.

Any ideas?

Look, we need to put
the word out to our people,

"Watch your backs."

Anything weird, out of sorts,
I want to know about it.

I can't believe
I fucking missed it.

Hey, it's both of us,
not just you.

-Yeah?
-OK.

No more.

[John] We just need to stay
tight, ask some hard questions.

If there is a dog,
I want to know who it is.

You OK to leave that with me?

Yeah.

[Tongan Sam speaks Tongan]

Hey, uh, John, uh...

..you got 100 grand
you can spare?

[scoffs]

What for?

Insurance.

Sure.

See if you can find Simone
while you're at it.

[horns honk in distance]

[instrumental music plays]

[John] This all of them?

Well, it's almost all of them.

The space under the Coke sign?

[sighs] Bit of a problem there.

What kind of problem?

Another interested party
driving the price up.

Someone I know?

[car doors shut]

[Ray] James.

-[Ray] I was...
-Hey, Ray!

Oh, hello, John. Didn't see
you.

Hi. I'm John.

[both shake hands]

-James.
-Pleasure.

James, let's adjourn this
to the pavilion.

I'll be with you later.

Sure.

What are you doing, bidding on
Kings Cross property, Ray?

Not just Kings Cross
property, John.

I have an abiding interest
in real estate in general.

OK, the vacant space underneath
the Coke sign, then?

"Expand or die" -
the logic of capitalism.

But I thought
you understood that.

Oh, no, I do. It's just
that place is no use to you.

I respectfully disagree.

It's a prime site, John.

No, it's not.

It's prime enough
for you to want it

or we wouldn't be having this
conversation now, would we?

That makes it a prime site

and I'll give you
a good price when I own it.

[tense music]

[whispers]
What are you doing, Ray?

Speculating.

Hey, any news on the ballistics
from the doorman shooting?

No matches.
The guy's not talking.

OK, but you still think this is
John and Sam Ibrahim somehow?

Could be, indirectly.

There's a spike in violent
attacks on John's doors.

Oh, it's gonna be Benny Vasquez
trying to muscle in.

Nah, witnesses say it's bikies.

I don't buy that.

And why would Sam
send out his troops

to fuck up his own
brother's business?

It's not Sam's troops.

He's busy recruiting hard,

like, patching guys over to the
Black Flags from other clubs.

As a general rule,
not a very popular thing.

OK, but why would
the other clubs

target John instead of Sam?

Well, maybe they think
he's a softer target -

use John, send a message.

We get someone
on the inside at Sam's

to blow this thing wide open.

-What about your soccer player?
-I'm working on something
there.

OK, well, keep working on it

'cause if John
gets backed into a corner,

things are gonna get ugly fast.

[low tense music]

[engine rumbles]

[vehicle door shuts]

[man] It's all there.

Alright.

[motorcycle rumbles]

[Amir] That's at least 60 grand
by the look of it.

You're already on bail with the
first proceeds of crime charge.

You'll be remanded for that.

-[knock at door]
-Come in.

[door opens]

-You wanted to see me?
-Yeah, have a seat.

[Amir] And if any
of the smash repairers

you were collecting from
make a statement,

then you're up for obtaining
money by intimidation,

which comes with serious time.

But it doesn't
have to go this way.

If you...

..connect some dots for us...

..the DPP, they'll listen
to our recommendations.

What dots?

Who is this guy?

-Why am I here?
-[Doyle] Just keep watching.

[Amir] Who are you
collecting for?

Come on. We both
know the answer.

OK, let me ask you a question.

Has anything good
happened in your life

since you met Sam Ibrahim?

Aymon!

This doesn't have
to be your life!

You know that.
You got a good family.

They want you back.
They love ya.

You just gotta say the word.

"Yes, Sam Ibrahim
is making me collect."

Fuck! OK, it's not about you.

You know there's lots
of other little kids

getting caught up
in this bullshit.

Do it for them.

"Yes, Sam Ibrahim
is making me collect."

So are these
really the type of people

you want to be consorting with?

John and Sam are not
the same person.

You know that.

Here's what I know.

Sam and John ran Kings Cross

when it was
wall-to-wall violence,

drugs, prostitution,
extortion...

Yeah, the police had something
to do with that, didn't they?

Well, those cops are gone.
We're in charge now.

And what is going on in there

is a direct result
of Sam and John

and all the shit they've done

and all the shit
they continue to do.

Look, I understand
that you really like him.

-OK?
-Don't...

And that you want to see
the good in him.

But they use each other
to distract us,

to make us shift
our resources around

in ways that benefit them.

That is how it works.

[dark music]

[John] What do you got for me?

Just call me the dog catcher.

[Tiny moans]

[Pete] It's our old mate Tiny.

Too much muscle,
not enough speed.

-[gasps]
-[John] Start talking.

I fuckin' held them off,
you know, the first time.

-When?
-A couple of weeks ago.

They tried to push
their way into the club.

Me... We and the guys,
we told them to fuck off.

-They came back.
-Is this the other night?

They walked in and they just...
They unloaded.

-How many?
-There was three.

There was two Marauders
and there was an Iron Blood.

[John] So the two clubs
are working together.

So you gave Junior up.

They were gonna shoot
my good knee!

Like this?

-What did they fucking want?!
-Everything!

Names, homes, addresses.
They're coming for everyone.

They're...they're
not gonna stop.

[whimpers]

You gave us all up,
you fucking dog.

-[gunshot]
-[groans]

[Tiny keeps groaning]

Why'd you have to use
my fucking car?

[Pete] The only place he'd fit.

Simone?

Yeah, about that, uh...

We found her, John,

and she's not in a good way.

[muffled dance music
from outside]

[knock at door, door opens]

-Hey, um, John?
-[John] Hey.

Um...

-[Tongan Sam] It's Simone.
-Shit.

Bring that pillow over here.

-Junior, get some water.
-OK, yeah.

What's happened? Just, yeah,
give her a bit of space.

Hey.

It's OK.

[Simone weeps]

Talk to me.

Tell me what's happened.

He...he won't see me.

Who won't see you?

My doctor.

OK, you need a doctor?
I'll get you a doctor.

No. [sniffs] My specialist.

I'll get you another one.

He's the only one in the city
who will see us.

He does my hormones,
my psych, everything.

[Simone sobs]

I've been with him
from the start

and...and now...

..he won't see me.

-[John speaks softly] Hey.
-[sobs]

It's OK.

-[Simone sniffles]
-It's OK.

Simmie?

Why won't he see you?

It's gotta be Ray.

He's his landlord.

[Simone weeps]

Tell me what you need.

-It's not just drugs.
-I know.

Tell me what you need.

Anything.

What are you gonna do?

[woman weeps]
Give her back, please!

[sinister music]

[Benny chuckles]

-Yeah!
-[Junior] Benny. Benny.

[Junior] Give her to me.

[baby burbles]

We need to have a word,
you and me.

Give my daughter,
then we can have a word.

-[woman whimpers]
-[baby burbles]

I can respect that.

On second thoughts,

I think we're having
a good time, aren't we?

Let's just talk
while I hold her, huh?

-[woman trembles]
-Say whatever you gotta say.

Oh, baby!

We're coming in.

You see any of my guys,
any of these guys...

[whimpers]

..you're gonna get the fuck...

Oh! I'm sorry.

Uncle Benny
has such a foul mouth.

You're gonna get out of the
way.

You got that?

-[baby gurgles]
-[woman whimpers]

-Yeah, I got that.
-You got that?

-I've got that.
-He's got it!

[woman trembling]

[Benny mutters]

-[baby cries]
-Huh? Uncle...

[sniffs] You smell that?

I hope it's the little one
that shit herself. [chuckles]

Let's go. I'll see you later.

-[weeps] Are you OK? You OK?
-[Benny laughs]

-[dance music plays inside]
-Right?

-How's Junior?
-Spitting blood.

Makes two of us.

You're gonna have to
suck it up for a bit, OK?

-That goes for the rest of us.
-Why?

We know it's Benny.
I'll fucking kill him myself.

It's not just Benny, OK?
He's got partners.

Two bikie clubs.

[John] If Benny is pushing this
hard to get into our clubs,

he's gotta have
someone big behind him.

I don't know.

But until we know
exactly who it is,

we don't make a move.

I promise you, Sam, we're not
going to let this go.

-[Pete] Congratulations, man.
-Hey?

You're both dead.

Good to see you too, Pete.

There are hides here,
here...and here,

which means you won't see
these fuckers coming

until it's too late.

-Who are you talking about?
-Hitters.

They've got
an open field of fire

and you've got
absolutely no cover.

So, yeah...

..yeah, this right here?

This is exactly
where I'd get you.

Look, we're just too
vulnerable.

Got to get new locks, more
cameras for the blind spots.

We need to change things up and
put some protocols in place.

I guess you better
come in, then, Pete.

[Pete] Not right now, John.

You and I have some place to
be.

Leave your phone.

[motorcycle engine runs]

[John] Where the fuck
are we, Pete?

[metallic clunk]

[alarm beeps]

[Pete] Alright.

-Anything goes wrong...
-[light switch clicks]

..any work we gotta do...

..you dump your phone,
leave your car...

..make sure
you're not followed...

..and you come right here.

[John] Didn't get much
for 100 grand.

Look again, mate.

[ominous music]

[chuckles]

Not bad, Pete. Not bad.

[Pete] These bastards
are coming for us, John.

Let's be ready for 'em.

Let's make sure
this fight is on our terms.

Good job.

[pop song plays]

Making new friends?

Oh, you know me, Steph.
I make friends wherever I go.

[Steph] So I see.

Hey, Fiona! Hey!

Are you stirring up
some shit or...or what?

-You talking to me, John?
-Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Is there no code of ethics
with journos?

-You can just print bullshit?
-I'm reporting the facts.

If that stirs up shit for you,
then it's not my fault.

I think someone's feeding you
crap and you're just eating it.

Those attacks on Oxford Street
have nothing to do with me.

Why would I destroy
my own fucking club?

It's...it's dumb.

I didn't say you're
responsible.

No, you just
put the idea out there

and you let people draw
their own conclusions from it.

[key jangles]

Look, there is a lot happening
here that you don't understand.

Like, you actually
have no idea what's happening.

OK, so why don't you tell me
what's actually happening?

I can't do that, Fiona.
You know that.

Well, I guess I'll have to rely
on my other sources, won't I?

Oh, right. Well, what sources?

-They're anonymous.
-They're anonymous?

So anyone can write anything
and you just, you, what, print
it?

Anonymous to you, not to me.

Journos...integrity.

-And they speculate...
-[car door shuts]

-..there's a nasty element...
What did you say?

There is speculation
that there's an element...

-Thanks.
-For what?

-[John] Fucking Ray.
-John!

[John] You got balls.
I'll give you that.

Waxed and shiny.

Backgrounding journos now?

You may say that.
I couldn't possibly comment.

See, I'd go to threaten you,
but I think it'd give you a
hard-on.

Ooh, sauce.

See, you keep acting
like my enemy, Ray...

..I'm gonna have to start
treating you like my enemy.

Darling heart,
I'd be devastated.

Would ya?

What are you playing at?

I'm giving you a taste
of your own medicine.

-Thanks.
-[waitress puts cup down]

You wouldn't happen
to know anything about

the bikies that are slapping up
my doormen, would you?

I don't deal with bikies.
That's your territory.

I prefer more subtle forms
of persuasion.

Your subtle mind-fuck tricks

are getting in the way of me
seeing what's coming next.

What's coming, John?

You keep making me focus on you

and it's putting the people I
actually care about in danger.

What else are you
gonna bring to our street?

Oh, don't do that.

Whatever problems there are
were always there, Ray.

I'm not bringing anything.

I'm just trying to deal
with the shit

that's in front of me right now
and I'm doing my best.

-You are just...
-A faggot?

A traitor.

I know what you did to Simone.

She was one of yours.

[solemn music]

She's also one of mine.

You hurt her, you hurt me.

You don't want
to be my enemy, Ray.

Trust me, you don't.

[solemn music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaks Arabic]

What did I say?

You told me he wanted to see
me.

[sighs]

[weeps and exclaims in Arabic]

[continues exclaiming
and weeping]

[continues exclaiming in
Arabic]

Just sit down for five minutes
and then you can fuck off.

Good for me.

You need to go easy
on Mum, yeah?

She doesn't understand
you're a fuckwit.

-Me?
-Yeah.

Mr Man With a Fucking Plan,
thinks his shit doesn't stink.

At least my shit doesn't
push up on your front door

and fucking shoot people.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Benny Vasquez making moves,

trying to put his gear
in all my venues,

backed by the bikie clubs
you've pissed off.

-Since when?
-Since months.

We think he's got
a big manufacturer.

We just don't know who it is.

It's Dean Taylor.

The fucking snake's
been playing everyone.

He tried to play me.

No, it's not. That weak prick
was done a long time ago.

No, no, no.
He's muscled up big-time.

He's working with the
Marauders and the Iron Bloods

and he drove my guys into
Benny.

Well, why would he do that?

'Cause that's what
the weak prick does.

He steers people
into each other.

[thuds table]

Listen, we've gotta
be able to talk

even when we're...

Even when you're
being a fuckwit?

Bashed doormen
and dickhead druggies

moving their stuff into
my venues I can handle.

But you've turned every fucking

bikie club in the country
against us.

Me?

You're the one
who put Dean on show,

made him start
looking for muscle.

Only after you put Dean
into Stripperama

and almost got me killed
because you fucking vouched for
him.

-Fucking relax.
-You relax!

[mum calls out in Arabic]

Come on. Enough!

Sit the fuck down.

It doesn't matter now, alright?

We're gonna make a statement.

We're gonna make sure they know
they can't walk over us.

You kick things off,
it's gonna go on for years.

I will handle this.

I thought you were
fucking Mr Legit now.

Stick to your earpieces
and your business suits.

-I can handle this quietly.
-This is a street thing.

We're gonna smash them and then
we're gonna let everybody know

that we fucking smashed them.

-That's the Ibrahim way.
-No, that is your way.

And it's gonna put you
right back into fucking prison.

Sam, don't...

[footsteps recede]

-I gotta go, alright?
-Sure?

[speaks Arabic] Wait.

[door shuts]

[speaks Arabic]

-What did you say to him?
-Don't worry about it, Mum.

You have no forgiveness in you.

No, I just have
no room for mistakes...

Tell me, how can you
live like this?

I don't have a choice.

Not with this family.

This family has been there
from the beginning.

They will be there in the end.

We need people, John, all of
us.

Don't forget that.

[murmurs]

[kisses]

[raunchy hip-hop music plays]

[phone rings]

[heavy ragged breathing
on phone]

[chuckles] Mate,
you're shitting yourself, huh?

Relax, it's me, Sam.

Hey, um...I wanted to call you.

What's this shit
that you're pulling with Dean?

What the fuck are
you thinking, bro?

It's a big fuck-up, you know?

And now...

..I'm looking at another one
of your boys

patched over to us.

Who?

You know,
Dean's taxi driver bum boy.

The pretty one.

Hey, Ned?

You've been around long enough
to know what happens next,
yeah?

We're coming for you.

[line beeps]

[grim music]

[upbeat dance music plays]

[muffled music
continues in distance]

It's going absolutely nuts
down there.

So I can see.

It's 'cause we created
something pretty great, huh?

Welcome back.

You good?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, I just wanted to say, um,
whatever you did...

..thank you.

My doctor will see me
any time I need.

It's about time you owned
your own club, don't you think?

[glass clinks]

[puts down glass]

Really?

Pitch me.

[picks up glass]

How about a home
for the curious and confused?

[glasses clink]

[glasses thud]

[puts glass down]

-[Simone laughs]
-Done.

Back to work.

You know, I never got
why people didn't like you.

[chuckles] It's one of
the world's great mysteries.

-[Simone] Mm-hm!
-Uh-huh.

[phone rings]

-Hi.
-[John] Oh!

So you didn't get killed
in the line of duty, then?

Not yet. Sounds like
you haven't either.

[John] Not yet.
I wasn't sure you'd answer.

-What are you doing?
-Just heading home.

-[keys jangle]
-[John] Oh, that's exciting.

It will be. I've got about
three loads of washing to do,
so...

[chuckles] Well, if you're
open to other offers,

I've probably got something
a little bit more exciting

you could be doing.

[pensive music]

-You still there?
-Yep.

Look, John...

..things are complicated.

Always.

[Larsen] Yeah,
they might be a little more

complicated for me
than for you at the moment.

[John laughs] That is pretty
fucking complicated, then.

Yeah.

-Uh, I just think we need to...
-Don't think.

Why don't you come around
later?

And we'll talk.

I don't know.

Got it.

[phone beeps]

[flip phone shuts]

[Pete] The letterbox here.

[car door shuts]

[car drives off]

[letterbox lid shuts]

[John sighs] Pete
and his fucking protocols.

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

-[gunshot]
-Ugh!

[gunshots]

Oh!

[gunshot]

Fuck!

[gasping] I'm fine.

-Get rid of the car.
-[car door shuts]

[waves roaring]

[panting]

-[John] Where's the other one?
-Got away.

[John] Hey.

-[man whimpers]
-Shh, shh, shh.

Take it off.

-Oh, no...
-Take it off!

Help me, please.

-[John kicks]
-Ugh!

[puts gun away]
Alright, relax.

Who sent you?

[breathes sharply]

[John] I asked you a question.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

Who sent you?

Benny Vasquez?
The Iron Bloods? Marauders?

OK, come. It's OK.

-[man grunts]
-So you wanna be a hit man, eh?

-Hope you can swim.
-[man grunting]

-[Tongan Sam] OK, here we go.
-No, no, no, no, no, no!

[man screams]

[engine stops]

[pensive music]

[intercom buzzes]

[John] Katie.

John.

What the fuck's happened here?

Nothing.

You should probably get going.

No way. No, you told me
to come here.

Now I'm telling you to go.
You can't be here.

Yeah, and how many times
has that happened?

What?

You telling me to go
because of stuff

you can't tell me about
or just won't.

So just tell me
what's gone down here.

This has nothing to do with
you.

Of course it does. I'm a cop.

Now you want to play that card?

Yeah, I do because the whole
street stinks of gunpowder.

Katie, listen to me.

I am trying to protect you.

This is not your fucking world.

You don't wanna get
caught up in this shit.

And you are not here as a cop.

Looks like you've got
a choice to make.

[footsteps recede]

[metal clinks]

[suspenseful music]

[metal clinks]

[metal clinks]

[metal clinks]