All language subtitles for Darby and Joan - S01E02 - Episode 2.en

[instrumental music]

[humming]

Hey, what the hell?

[engines revving]

[thuds]

-You were driving too fast.
-Well, if you knew how to drive.

No point getting in a snit.

I'm not in a snit.
What is a snit?

I'm going that way.
Rawson Ridge.

Help! Help!

Clinical nurse manager. Retired.

Detective sergeant. Retired.

-You look like a cop.
-You look like a nurse.

Middle of nowhere,

and somebody's been
bloody murdered.

You know who it is.

[Summer]What did you say
your friend's name was?

-Again?
-Ian.

[Ian]I'm at our favourite
tapas bar,

but I'll be home soon,
just one more thing I gotta do.

So what did your Ian get up to
in Osprey Falls?

I've no idea.

[instrumental music]

[yawns]

Mm. Don't leave me.

Mm.

Why don't you stay?

You could always come with me.

What, and sit around in the sun
watching you scraping about,

collecting those batholiths
or coccoliths,

or whatever they're called?

-Rocks.
-Hm. No, thanks.

[sighs]
You'll come back soon, though?

Where's my cup of tea?

-Come on, where's my cup of tea?
-Mm. Coming up.

[music continues]

[Jack]Can you hear me?
You're dropping out.

You're dropping out.
Can you hear me?

[thudding]

What about now?

[Jack]Can you hear me?

It's a Land Cruiser,
you can't miss it.

It's the one on its roof.

Now, just get the thing,
will ya, and just tow it

to that address I gave you
in Sunny Hills.

No, it wasn't an act of God,
it was the act

of a mad English woman,
now just tow

the bloody truck, thanks.

In England we call that
insurance fraud.

-Good morning!
-You were at fault.

-You alright?
-I didn't sleep very well.

Well, why'd you get out of bed?

Because some extremely

inconsiderate person
was jumping about on my roof.

-And yelling!
-Inconsiderate?

I was just trying to get the car

that you totalled
back on the road.

Why don't you go back to sleep?
I'll drive you to Osprey Falls.

-Why would you wanna do that?
-Nothing better to do.

Well, try not to roll it
this time.

Yes, ma'am.

[sighs]

Right.

[instrumental music]

[humming]

Seven-one-eight.

[humming]

You alright, mate? Off we go.

[instrumental music]

[engines revving]

[cell phone ringing]

-Mate.
-My God, it speaks.

Yeah, I know. Owe you a call.

Yeah. From two years ago.

-Can't be that long, surely?
-Alright, listen.

You wouldn't happen to be
in the neighbourhood?

Why, what's up?

Nah, nothing.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

[Jack]I'll call in anyway.

I'm just, uh,
I'm just up the road.

[Declan]Thanks, mate.

[dramatic music]

[Jack]Looks like
we're making a detour.

[theme music]

[vocalization]

[whistling]

[vocalization]

[indistinct singing]

[instrumental music]

♪ Hey ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

[engine revving]

Are they bananas?

Oh, th-that's on the fritz.

[GPS]You are 582 kilometres
from your destina...

Oh, look what I got you.
A lamington.

-What?
-You'll love it.

It's a little cake.
Very Australian.

A 200-mile detour for a cake?

Well, don't I deserve
an explanation?

Mate rang. He's in trouble.

-What kind of trouble?
-Oh, you know.

Trouble.

[Jack]He didn't sound right
to me.

You know, and 200 miles
is nothing out here,

just a couple of hours.

[Joan]Back home we'd be
in another country by now.

[instrumental music]

So what are you doing
in Australia?

-Safer places to holiday.
-No kidding.

I get run off the road,
witness to a murder,

and then I get carjacked
by some oversexed pensioner.

Retiree.

Osprey Falls
will still be there.

I need to help a mate.
That's what mates are for.

Oi! Look at you, moneybags.
Travelling in style?

Oh, no, I'm the one
with the good taste.

Joan, meet Declan Kemp.

Banana baron
of the Central Highlands.

Pleased to meet you.

-Good to see you, mate.
-You, too.

-What's this?
-Ah.

Fell off the quad.
Bit of a story.

[Felicity] Is that you,
Jack Darby?

-Felicity Anne Kemp.
-Dec didn't say you were coming.

Why didn't you say?

And you've brought a friend.

Hi. I'm Felicity. Call me Flick.

Joan. Platonic travel companion.

[Felicity] I see.

Well, come in, come in!

Uh, I might, uh, take Jack
down the shed.

Show him the scene of the crime.

-What crime's that?
-Won't be long.

Welcome to Australia.

Where the men take off
and talk about manly things

and leave the little ladies
to talk crochet.

Oh, I couldn't crochet
to save my life.

Thank heavens for that.

I don't suppose
you know anything about colic?

Ah, now that
I can help you with.

Joan's nice, eh? You and her--

Gave me a lift.
That's the end of it.

How many guns did they take?

Uh, two under-and-over shotties,

a .243, a .308
and a couple of .22s.

Starting a private army?

And a Savage.

It was Ollie's.

Quite like to get that one back.

Carved his initials
into the butt.

Yeah.

What did the local coppers say?

That's why I called you.

They weren't registered.

Dec, for a smart man,
you could go to jail for this.

Yeah, I know. I know.
It was stupid.

And if one of them
shoots someone?

Alright. Let's assume
they haven't gone to Sydney.

-Suspects?
-One of the pickers.

Maybe. I don't know.

One of the pickers.

Well, as good a place
to start as any.

Uh, yeah.

Good girl. That's it. Oh-ho.

I have never seen beer
for colic before.

[both laughing]

I think it must be a rumour

the English horses have started
because they like lager.

-So, where to?
-Mm?

If you're giving Jack a lift,
where to?

-I'm not really sure.
-Oh. Classic Jack.

-You don't approve of him.
-Ah, I like Jack.

I even fancied him a bit
when he was younger.

He was a bit gorgeous.

But I wouldn't wanna be
married to him.

No, obviously.

My sister was a Mrs. Darby
a few wives back.

How many times
has he been married?

Two. Three. T-two-and-a-half,
I suppose.

But he was always so cagey.
Never ever opened up.

Must be a police thing.

No. I'm pretty sure
it's a man thing.

-They're emotional cowards.
-Mine included.

She give you the third-degree?

No, it was very pleasant,
we talked about crochet.

How was the crime scene?

He had a swag of guns stolen.

Oh, I love how you say that
so casually.

Most people have friends
who have drinking problems

or osteoporosis, but, no,
your mate's a gunrunner.

Wasn't like that.
All farmers have guns out here.

Call the police.
I mean, the real police.

Declan's been through
some stuff. Felicity, too.

I wanna save them anymore grief.

Alright,
but when we get arrested,

you're paying the bail.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[Joan] What are you doing?

[Jack] The Ute was coming
from that direction.

Forced Declan
off the track here.

He takes a tumble, and then
they lay into him over here.

-What are you doing?
-Recording evidence.

That's what you do, isn't it?

Well, the tracks
aren't very distinct.

And probably got bald tires.

-A-ha!
-What?

Now we know
they were wearing work boots.

That's what those are, isn't it?

Well, you don't need
to thank me.

[engine revving]

[upbeat music]

Good day.

That looks like thirsty work.

We're looking into the robbery
yesterday.

Boss thought you lot might've,
uh, seen something?

That would be right, blame it
on the scum backpackers.

-That's not what I said.
-Sure it is. Now bugger off.

Well, that told you.

You can do better?

-Excuse me.
-I've got work to do.

You think the world's got it in
for you

'cause you came from Possilpark.

I love Glasgow. One of
my best friends is a Weegie.

I'm Joan.

Chantelle.

I don't want any trouble.
I need this job.

The boss thinks we're rubbish.
It's not fair.

-Declan? He seems lovely.
-Lovely enough to run over.

Did you see anything?

Pays to mind your own business
around here.

What a bonnie wee lass.

Where was Tanner last night?

I'm not his keeper.
He's an adult.

In years, maybe.

Wow, look at this!

-I hope you're hungry.
-Mm, looks lovely.

-How was your ride?
-We saw where you came off.

-Looked nasty.
-You could've been killed, Dec.

To tell you the truth,
it's all a bit of a blur.

Help yourselves.
I'll get the antipasto platter.

Oh. Let me come and help you.

[sighs] They were organized,
these thieves.

-Knew you wouldn't be home.
-Well...

The world knew I'd be up
at the growers' meeting.

I'm president
of the association.

But not that you'd be home
early, huh?

And you weren't at home, either?

No.

But I changed my Pilates class
at the last minute.

[scoffs] There's no one
who could have known that.

You didn't tell anyone?

Who am I going to tell out here?

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Uncle Jack!
When did you get here?

Got in this morning.
How are you, mate?

Uh, what's all this,
I didn't know they allowed

hipsters in Queensland.

This is Joan.
She's my chauffeur.

Oh, don't listen to him.

I like your beard.
Very Che Guevara.

Joan, this is Tanner,
our youngest.

[Tanner]Hi, how are you?

So I suppose
you heard about the guns?

Shame you weren't here.

Yeah, I was just down
at the pub. We all were.

-You and the pickers?
-Yeah.

We met some of them.

That Chantelle,
she's got spirit.

Was she there?

-Yeah, I-I think she--
-She'd be a permanent fixture.

[Jack]Who else knows
your routine?

Cal Horrigan. Lives up the road.

It's not the Horrigans, dad.

They already got more guns
than the army.

[Declan] He's got a white Ute.

-And he watches us like hawks.
-I wonder why.

-It's ancient history.
-It's not that ancient.

Alright,
I've had some words with Cal.

-And I might have started it.
-You had words?

But Sam...has no shame!

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

[door slams]

It's the anniversary
of Ollie tomorrow.

What was Ollie like?

Beautiful kid.
Bloody tragic car accident.

[rock music]

[Joan]
Seems like a lot of tension.

[rock song on radio]

Cal?

-Cal Horrigan?
-Oi, dad.

[radio turns off]

I was enjoying that.

We're looking into an incident
at Declan Kemp's place.

Did you or, um... Sam, isn't it?

We're wondering whether you saw
anything suspicious yesterday.

His Lordship sent you, did he?

Still pointing fingers? Typical.

He gets tuned up
and reckon it's gotta be

one of them low-life Horrigans.

Who said anything
about tuning up?

-Good news travels fast.
-Good news?

It wasn't us, you tell Declan.

What happened to Ollie
could have happened to Sam.

[Joan]What was that about?

Sam was in the car
the night Ollie died.

-Sam made it, Ollie didn't.
-Oh.

Declan reckons
it was Sam's fault,

and he can't let go of it.

Plenty of tread.

In case you were wondering.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[vocalization]

Oh, this is quaint.

Shall we go for the tour?

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

-Enjoy the tour?
-Where do I buy the T-shirt?

-Check out the ag store.
-Ag?

Agriculture shop.
They have everything.

Oh. And what are you
going to do?

Errands.

Yeah. Me, too.

If you need help,
I'll come with you.

I don't think I need help

buying a postcard.

[Jack]Alright. Good.
I'll see you at the pub.

Okay.

Watch and weep, sucker!

[laughs]
Oh!

[male #1]You keep dreaming.
You got no game, Frogger.

Oh, well, at least
it's the right way up.

Done your bit
for the local economy.

-My first Blunnies.
-Congratulations.

Now you're
an honorary Australian.

And look. Same tread
as our thieves. See?

-Identical.
-This is Queensland.

[Jack]Blunnies are like
cane toads. Everyone's got 'em.

-But not Chantelle.
-Good detective work.

-Narrowing down the suspects.
-Oh, don't be so patronizing.

Just 'cause I'm actually trying
to do something

instead of sitting around
texting a harem of ex-wives.

There's no harem.
Just the two ex-wives.

I thought it was two-and-a-half.

Felicity, huh?

Are you half-married,
half-hearted

or simply half-witted?

After you finish my beer,
can you order me a salad?

[rock music]

[sighs]

[door creaks]

[door shuts]

[Sam]Two-hundred for a quarter
and a couple of pills?

[Frogger]This weed is the
ultimate weed. Worth every cent.

And the pills? Blow your mind.

Don't mind me, boys.

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

-What have you got?
-You're a cop.

Long time ago.
Well out of it now.

-You still look like a cop.
-Come here.

If a bloke was after
some second-hand items,

who would he talk to?

What sort of items?

Shooter. For rabbits.

-Hate paperwork.
-I might know someone.

[Joan] Peace offering.

Still didn't see anything.

Used to be good at this.
Rubbish now.

Well, let's see what you've got.

[chuckles]
But you do the break.

Beginner's luck.

Someone fancies you.

Yeah? Shame.

Aw, that's good, though,
isn't it?

Too bad.

What is your issue with Declan?

[Chantelle]It wasn't me
who stole the guns, alright?

I was Zooming with my ma.
Check my computer history.

Not so rubbish, then?

A whole afternoon

Zooming with your mum.

You must be very close.

She's a heat-seeking missile

for men who can't be trusted.

Ah. You're not supporting her
while you're out here?

Best I can, but it's
serious money this time.

-Don't say nothing.
-No, of course not.

[door opens]

Your boyfriend's kinda
old-man hot, but fully shinty.

-Shinty?
-Means shifty.

Oh. Well, he's not my boyfriend,
actually.

But you're right,
he is fully shinty.

Chantelle and Tanner
are an item.

-She tell you that?
-No. Didn't need to.

Gone the Queensland classic, eh?
Reef and beef.

Who hides oysters in a steak?

Ugh. I should've read the menu
more closely.

Instead of going through
my pockets.

How long ago
was your heart attack?

[Joan]Did you have
the full bypass, all of that?

-It's private.
-Okay.

-Every man has his secrets.
-You're telling me.

Like this husband of yours, Ian.

What's the story there?
Run off with a newer model?

No.

[Jack]Believe me,
it's not worth chasing.

Just forget him and move on.

He died.

I'm sorry.

He said he was going to Spain,

and then he turns up dead
in Australia.

So forgive me
if I'm a little paranoid

about men and their secrets.

Why was he here?

All I know is he was going
to Osprey Falls.

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[Joan]Seeing death
as the end of life

is like seeing the horizon
as the end of the ocean.

Seeing death as the end of life

is like seeing the horizon
as the end of the ocean.

[exhales sharply]
Seeing death as the end...

[sighs] You stupid bloody idiot.

What were you doing?

[instrumental music]

-How did you sleep?
-Well, I missed my swag.

And waking up
with a dog licking my face.

Sounds romantic.
You staying long?

Depends if we find the guns.

And then that'll be it for
another two years, I suppose?

Bit harsh.

We haven't seen you
since the funeral, Jack.

Dec could have used someone
to talk to.

Yeah, I wanted to. I did.

All you had to do was drop by
and grunt a bit

about cricket or fishing,

make him feel like
someone wanted to listen.

I wasn't in a fit state
to help anyone.

Liz told us about the operation.

I was surprised to hear
you had a heart.

[laughs]

-Yeah, alright.
-She's doing well.

Better off without me.

Thanks for giving Joan
the heads-up about my exes.

You care about what she thinks.

Not quite
the platonic travel buddy, then.

Huh. You're bloody hopeless.

[Joan] Oh,
so I'm not the only one.

The whole world thinks
you're hopeless.

[Declan] Sounds like
you're outnumbered, mate.

Morning, love.

-Sleep well?
-No complaints.

Flick tell you about the car?

Well, the other day when
I was driving out to Pilates,

I saw a car up on the road.

The bonnet was up,
looked like it was broken down.

Recognise the driver?

No, he had a cap
pulled over his eyes.

Maybe someone's watching us.

Maybe.

[clangs]

Oh. They did a proper job
on that.

-Yeah.
-Sorry to interrupt.

I was looking for a refill
for Diesel.

Alright. Uh, tap's over there.

Ah, so you, uh, you a Hindu
or a Buddhist or something?

Not really.

I was just trying a Buddhist
ritual for my husband.

-Oh. He-he died?
-He did.

And I've been trying
to understand,

uh, to let go of him.

-Did it work?
-Not yet.

[chuckles]

Yeah. Um...

Uh, my family never,
ever did anything Buddhisty

for my brother.

Didn't really do much at all.

Some religions aren't
as good at death as others.

We Anglos are just rubbish.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

Chantelle's lovely.

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna tell your dad.

But do you think
she might have had

something to do with the theft?

[mumbles] W-what's she gonna
do with a stack of guns?

Loved ones can surprise you.

[chuckling]
Come on, quit mucking about.

[Jack]I'm trying
to clean the car. Ha-ha... Hey.

[Joan]Might you be able
to get some on the actual van?

[engine starts]

[Diesel barks]

[engine revving]

[car honks]

[Diesel barks]

[instrumental music]

Do you think I can borrow
Declan's car?

[Jack]You better ask Declan.

-Why don't you do it?
-What?

Tell him where you're going?

Tell him I said thanks.

[Diesel barking]

[engine revving]

[engine turns off]

[sighs]

And I knew she wasn't going
to Pilates.

I mean, who'd wear dangly
earrings going to Pilates?

They'd whack you in the face.

You're a cop now?

Might be rubbing off on me.

It doesn't necessarily mean
that she's having an affair.

I mean,
could be perfectly innocent.

Ninety-nine times out
of hundred, the reason

husbands and wives lie
to each other is because

they've found someone
they like better.

Oh, I'm sure that's, you know,
not the case with you and Ian.

-No. He's the one in a hundred.
-Yeah, I'm sure.

But if Felicity is playing
boudoir Pilates

with this bloke every week...

He might be in on the theft.

[banging on door]

Can I help you?

You've been
shagging Felicity Kemp?

I can't discuss a patient.

-Jack!
-How dare you, Jack!

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It was a mistake.

You're supposed to be a friend.

I-it was me. I followed you,
it wasn't Jack.

-I'm so sorry...
-He should know better.

We're eliminating suspects.

-I'm a suspect?
-Well, you lied to us.

And how do you think
Declan would be

about me seeing
a grief counsellor?

You're doing absolutely
the right thing, Flick.

And we're not gonna mention it
to him.

No, we won't. I-I promise.

But there was
no broken-down car, I checked.

-Oh, Jack. This isn't the time.
-Oh.

Can't we just forget
about the damn guns, please?

Why did she lie
about seeing the car?

She's protecting someone.

[birds chirping]

I know you don't know me
very well,

but, uh, I generally don't do
hysterics.

Ah, you should stick around.
I offer a masterclass.

[instrumental music]

[glasses clinking]

I'm sorry I lied.

I hate sneaking around
behind Declan's back.

I might as well
be cheating on him.

-Why don't you tell him?
-He won't talk about Ollie.

There's so much
he doesn't tell me.

My husband was living a lie
when he died.

Blindsided me when I found out.

Made me doubt everything
I thought I knew about him.

-About us.
-I'm sorry.

Tell Declan what you're doing.

You wouldn't want a lie to be
the last thing between you.

[bird chirping]

Seven-one-eight.

Yes, it's one of those
fancy security keys.

And I'm sending you
a picture of it.

I need to know
if it's one of yours. Thanks.

[engine revving]

[Jack]Tanner,
come here, will you?

[Tanner]Yeah, no worries.

Ah. There you are.

[Joan]Sit down, Tanner.

[Tanner]What's this about?

[Jack] I thought you'd like
to see this.

Flipping heck.

[Jack] I bought it from Frogger
in the pub.

Fell off the back of a truck.

Only you could go to the pub

for a pint and come back
with an AK-47.

So what do you reckon?
It's a Savage. One of yours?

Yeah, um...

Uh, yeah, this...
This is Ollie's.

Um, it's-it's been cleaned up a
little bit. That's his initials.

But who did Frogger get it from?

No, he wouldn't say,
but he did say he can get more.

-We must tell Declan.
-No, no, no, you can't.

Oh, it'll be such a huge relief
to your dad.

He would just go straight
after Frogger

and he'd get himself hurt,
o-or worse.

-So we tell the police.
-Please, you can't do that!

You're not talking sense, mate.

[sighs]

I stole the guns.

It was me.

So why would you steal
your own guns?

I was worried that dad was
gonna use one on himself.

He wouldn't do that.

I came home late one night.

The shed light was on,
so I went over to turn it off.

And there he was, sitting...

He saw me, and he pretended
that he was cleaning it.

But I know
what he was thinking.

So, yeah, I took the guns
to keep them away from him.

I didn't expect him to come home
right in the middle of it.

Didn't have to kick
the stuffing out of him.

Ah, that wasn't me.

That was Sam, wasn't it?

Yeah. He lost it big-time.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Uncle Jack.
I-I didn't know what else to do.

[sighs] Will you help me
get them back?

This isn't one of yours.

I bought this from a dealer
and I put the initials on it.

-What?
-Your mother lied to us.

So we figured she'd only do that
to protect someone she loved.

Okay, so where are
the actual guns?

Wherever you hid 'em.

Right.

-It'll be alright, mate.
-It's dad I'm worried about.

[crickets chirping]

[eerie music]

[Sam]Come on, Ollie!
Go, Ollie! Go, mate!

Go, mate! Go, mate! Whoo!
Ha-ha-ha!

Come on, mate!
Push, push, push, push, push!

What are you, a chicken?
Come on!

[engine revving]

[sobs]

-Go, go, go!
-Come on!

[mumbles]

[Sam]Go, go, go!

[train bell ringing]

[train horn blaring]

-Go, go, go, go!
-Ah! Ah!

[crashing]

[train chugging]

[knocking on window]

What do you want?

You're a hard man to find.

I thought you were a detective.

[train chugging]

Here, have one of those.

Found your gun thief.

Oh, yeah?

Was it a backpacker
or a neighbour?

Bit closer to home.

[sobbing]
Tanner?

-Mm-hmm.
-Ah.

[stammers]
That's, that's just stupid.

That's just wrong.

He confessed.

Sam helped him.
It was him that got into ya.

But the guns,
that was Tanner's idea.

Ungrateful little, little shit.

To stop you doing
something stupid with 'em.

Ah, that's ridiculous!
What did he think--

He saw you in the shed.

[intense music]

[sobbing]

It's been two years

and-and I-I still miss him.

Yeah. You're always gonna.

He was a top kid.

I miss what he could have been.

So do Tanner and Felicity.

But, you know, they're
too scared to mention his name.

It's so hard that...

that I can't talk about him.

Mate, you can't keep a lid on it
forever.

[sobbing]

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

That's weird, there was
an old paddock bomb parked here,

but it's gone.

[Tanner]Alright,
the guns are in here.

[camera clicks]

-They're gone.
-What's going on, mate?

I'm telling you,
somebody's taken 'em.

Well, who else knew
they were here?

[Tanner] Where are the guns?

[metal clanks]

What do you mean?

Where are they, Sam?

Where you hid them.

-You know, at the shed.
-Bullshit.

We know you're a part of this,
Sam. Where are the guns?

I was helping you,

but you dropped me in it
to save yourself.

-You're just as bad as Declan.
-Yeah, well...

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

Everyone got hurt!

Some of us just got on with it.

No. No, stop. No, Sam, stop!

Show me, show me your boots.
Show me the soles.

No. It's not him.

[sighs]
The boots at the shed.

Doc Martens.

[engine revving]

[cell phone ringing]

[tires screeching]

[cell phone ringing]

[Tanner]Chantelle? Chantelle,
where-where are you?

-What are you doing?
-I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Just, just bring 'em back.

[Chantelle]It's too late.

I thought we...

I like you, I really do,
but I have to go home.

-Is that a train?
-She's heading out of town.

-Alright. Stay there.
-Sorry.

[train horn blaring]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[honking]

Keep your shirt on.

I'm in a hurry. I'm meeting
people on the other side.

Yeah, don't tell me.
Tell my knackered gearbox.

We have to make it move.

[chuckles]
Knock yourself out, love.

What are you doing here?

Chantelle, wait. Please.

Get out of it, you idiot.

Chantelle.
I'm not gonna let you do this.

[panting]
It's too late. It's all agreed.

I-I need the money for ma,
and to get home.

Why didn't you tell me?
I would have helped you.

I could've gone with you.

Why would you do that?

-Why do you reckon?
-Because he's crazy about you.

[instrumental music]

I am.

Seriously. Totally.

[chuckles]
Well, you're a right numpty.

You're too late.

You know, you, um...

haven't done
anything illegal yet.

Monumentally stupid, yes.

My advice, as someone who's done
a lot of stupid things,

is to just give us the guns,

and you two get out of here.

[music continues]

Come on.

It's alright to ask for help.

We'll sort these.

[birds chirping]

[grunting]

Ah!

[water splashing]

Never again, okay?

Things are gonna be different.

Okay.

You'll talk to us?

I'll try.

Oh, baby.

Yeah.

Thanks, mate.
Gonna stay in touch?

We oughta do that.

Well, thanks for saving my hide.

The pair of you.

See you, mate.

-Take care.
-Hm.

You have a strange sense
of justice, Mr, Darby.

It's called common sense.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh. Answer it,
for goodness' sake.

Put the poor woman
out of her misery.

-What woman?
-Liz.

She's always phoning you.
I see her name all the time.

Your ex-wife?
Your half ex-wife?

[sighs]

Men are much more appealing

when they embrace
their vulnerability.

[birds chirping]

[bird squawking]

[door shuts]

[door shuts]

Oh.

[GPS]Record your destination.

Osprey Falls, Queensland.

[GPS]Osprey Falls, Queenstown.

No, Queensland,
you sodding piece of...

[GPS]Queens Landing,
Soddington.

Why does it have to be so hard?
It's the Queen's bloody English!

Follow your nose.

Hm.

Oh, hang on.

Small detour.

[Joan] So when I went
to the key-cutting place

to get some sort of clues
or directions,

he said that this sort of key,

they don't even cut
this sort of key

because it's a special
sort of security lock-box key.

And so what I did was I sent
the pho-photos of the key--

Joan, Joan, breathe.

I'm so nervous, Jack.
I mean, what if it's empty?

Seven-one-eight, right?

How did you know that?

Oh, you're unbelievable.

-There it is.
-Here we go.

[sighs]

[lock clicks]

[intense music]

What if Ian is someone
I never knew?

Wouldn't want to know?

[door opens]

[door creaking]

[music continues]

Would you open it, please?

[music continues]

[theme music]

[humming]

[vocalization]

[vocalization]

[music continues]

[vocalization]

[plopping]