[street noises]
I want to see if you got any work on.
Well, when you turn 17
maybe come back and try your luck.
[Nasa] You think you can stop your brother
from coming around here forever?
Come to cafe tomorrow, we talk about this.
[John] Oi, let her go!
- [man] Piss off! - Let him go!
[man groans]
Hey, ya fuck!
Fucking...
[man] Piss off you little shit!
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do with you.
[John] I'm going to get him.
[thuds] Fucking...!
[Ezra] Seriously, what?
Baby brother, with a baseball bat?
[man] John Ibrahim.
Settle down! Hey, stop!
[knife slashes]
[suspenseful music]
You're telling me I can't protect my brother?
This is personal with Ezra.
Well, maybe your brother-in-law stuck his knife
in the wrong fucking teenager.
[dramatic music]
[paper slaps]
[Sam] I had it under control.
Did you though?
You know, think of it as a favour.
I respect you letting me come here,
to your house,
speak to you man to man.
But I don't like owing favours.
Yeah, but this one was for your brother.
[Sam] He's just a kid, he's in a coma.
If there's anything you need, this is on me.
No, it's on who I say it's on.
Well, you have my word.
Anything you need, I'm good for it.
Tony knows me, he can vouch for me.
[Ezra] Oswell!
- [Oswell] Yo! - What's with the green
shit in the fucking pool?
I mean, every time it rains we get green shit.
[Oswell] I'm not sure.
Could be the filter. I'll backwash again and see how we go, hey?
All right, nice one.
You still here?
[dramatic music]
[theme music]
[machines beep]
[Molly] John?
Nurse!
Nurse, somebody!
Carlos!
- [man] You all right? - [Molly] Okay.
[Molly] Yep.
That's it.
[Molly] Are you okay?
[suspenseful music]
I keep worrying that maybe you're not going to be
the same person ever again.
[Sam] Shit...
Sorry.
Sam, come back man. Don't worry about it.
[Sam] I only got half an hour, I've got to get back to work.
Hey, it's okay.
Breathe.
That's it, good.
Appreciate everything you're doing for me, man.
George hasn't started complaining
about the money yet, has he?
Well maybe when you can go six, three minute rounds with me,
it'll buy him some slack.
You fuck him up good, yeah?
I've been thinking about it a lot.
I don't want you going back there.
Sometimes I think that maybe it's a good thing,
this happening when it did.
Got to start figuring out something else you can do.
Sam, Nasa has already offered me the job...
I don't give a shit about Nasa!
John, I'm not...
I'm not joking around.
You need to start thinking about what other choices you've got,
or you want throw everything away so you can hang out
with Nasa Kalouri? The guy's a fucking knuckle head.
That has nothing to do with you.
Don't be a dick head!
You're smart, the smartest dumb fuck that I know.
You can do anything you want.
You can be anything you want to be.
Or you want to end up like me?
Don't forget, I never had any choices.
None.
Nothing.
I'm going to go.
[soft music]
[John sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat dance music]
♪ You just need a place To let your cares out ♪
♪ Do it on the left ♪
♪ Do it on the right ♪
♪ Doing what you can Just to stay alive ♪
♪ You're acting Real wild girl ♪
♪ Yeah, you're acting Like you shouldn't ♪
♪ Got a lot of love girl ♪
♪ But you've got Nowhere to put it ♪
♪ Tell me now ♪
♪ Baby are you in the mood ♪
♪ We'll take it down ♪
♪ Dim the lights, get extra... ♪
[car rumbles]
[breaks squeak]
[doors slam]
Yep.
[distant dance music]
And then this one here, yeah, your brother.
Just like we agreed.
A thousand for John, as long as it takes.
[distant dance music]
Fuck.
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps tap]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
Ahhh...
Ah, fuck it. Just ring me back later.
Great, turn around and show me your arse.
[door knock]
What?
[man] Got a boy of Ibrahim here to see you Mr. Sideratos.
Sam?
Well, fucking let him in!
Come in Sam!
John! I didn't...
You look good mate.
You all better now, all fixed up?
Got my envelope?
Yeah, no, no, of course. A hundred percent.
There you go, a thousand bucks.
[Fat George] But ah...
...you're coming good now, right?
I'll be back Thursday.
[Fat George] Yeah.
Well come on, don't just fucking stand there.
Do something, fucking turn around.
[upbeat dance music]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
[street sounds]
[horns honk]
[car rumbles]
[doors slam]
[car tires squeal]
[weapons thud and clang]
[glass shatters]
Yeah.
[knife slashes]
[man groans]
[man] Okay, one more time, one more time.
[groans and thuds]
[man] You all right?
All right, back into it.
[punches slam]
Nice!
Yep, again, again!
Come on, one more time.
Easy, easy!
Come on! Again!
[upbeat rock music]
Oh, there he is.
John Ibrahim, fucking champion.
All right, come on, let's go again. From the start.
[upbeat rock music]
[Molly] You sure this is what you want?
It's all I've ever wanted.
Please be careful.
[kiss smacks]
[upbeat dance music]
[groups mutter indistinctly]
It's the tablets they give me.
You get way too used to 'em, hey?
They don't do anything anymore.
It's just for the pain.
[knock taps]
Brooke, you in there sweetie?
Sorry, I'm just in the middle of something in here.
Oh, that's okay.
I'm just going to take my break.
Okay, I'll be out in a sec.
[woman] You're all right honey.
Give us your arm.
[chips crunch]
[John] What are you up to?
Hey...
...sorry.
I'm probably trespassing.
No need to rush off.
What are we watching?
Oh...
...I don't know.
There's a lot going on, I guess.
You know there's easier ways to meet a girl
than hanging around the store room every day,
for months on end.
[couple moans]
[upbeat dance music]
[John] Hey bro!
How you doing, man?
Good to see you.
[Sam] What the fuck do you think you're doing,
running for fucking mayor?
[John] I'm just being friendly.
Yeah, while you're being friends.
I'm the guy that has the belt them
for not doing their job properly.
We're at work now, all right?
Hey, just relax.
- Follow my lead. - Okay.
[Nasa] Aha. What you say?
Okay.
120 over 80.
No nothing, okay?
You call me tomorrow.
How you go?
You know this freak, at The Tunnel, Mark Markovic?
You know what he say to me now?
He say now he want I get 10 percent
of his take on Fridays, minimum.
Instead of two grand he pay me every Thursday.
Same as everybody else.
Minimum, this is the word he used.
Minimum 10 percent.
Like I'm born under a fucking brick.
I don't want no fucking minimum.
Who in his head is wanting one percent of this shitty club?
Feels like he's speaking Chinese to me.
Fucking turn over this, gross, net this, interest points.
I don't want no minimum, Sam.
I just want my money.
Thursdays, same always. Okay?
You what multi vitamin?
[Nasa] I'll tell you this Mark Markovic,
fucking stupid.
There's car out the front?
Johnny, it's good to see you back.
You do good tonight, hmm?
Tomorrow you can do special job for me?
Sure, whatever you need.
Okay good, here we go.
[John] I think you've misunderstood
what Mark was actually saying.
You know, $2,000 is a minimum,
plus there's an additional 10 percent
which means there's a lot of money to be made.
I think it's an opportunity you should think about.
You see, he already think like businessman.
Johnny it's interesting, I think about this, okay?
Tomorrow, we can fix 'the laugh'.
You take care of those boys?
You can do this, no problem?
Sure.
You're good.
Take this.
Call this number,
he tell you where to go.
You do good tonight.
[suspenseful music]
[Nasa] What you do, huh?
You forget to open door for me?
[John] Hey, tell me if you think this is a crazy idea.
[man] What?
I'm thinking about buying this place.
What, The Tunnel?
[laughs] Brother, you're fucking crazy.
Well when you own a business, no one can be your boss.
We'd be our own bosses.
Yeah, but how?
I'll figure it out.
Apparently this place is going to shit.
Well then why would you buy a place that's going to shit?
'Cause the only way it can go, is up.
Are you fucking serious?
Oh, you do think he's crazy?
No, no, I mean you're John Ibrahim.
You're a fucking champion.
Do it.
Watch me.
Well go on then.
I will.
Walk away, you're on my premises.
- Nah. - Excuse me! Keep walking mate.
Excuse me. I've had enough.
[upbeat dance music]
[knock bangs]
Brooke!
[suspenseful music]
[spoon clangs]
[crowd mutters indistinctly]
[door bangs]
[men mutter indistinctly]
[muffled yelling]
You said next week, last week, huh?
What do you want me to do?
It's three weeks plus.
That's seven grand, Mark.
It's my daughter, she painted it for me,
on her fucking birthday.
She's got muscular dystrophy.
[painting glass shatters]
[Mark] I'll get you the money!
Like I promise. I promise.
I'll get you the money.
Oh fuck!
You got till four o'clock tomorrow.
It's your final warning.
[suspenseful music]
[gun clicks]
[car tires crunch]
[Crellan] Here he is.
What, you hit the fucking big time now, Johnny hey?
All right, listen up.
You're going to have to tell Nasa
that we need to raid Club 77 on Tuesday.
This new Chief Super's got a crab up his arse
and he needs charges.
Why 77?
Well, fucking why not 77?
- It's been long enough. - It's 50 bucks, it's a write up and Ashtray's
out of the weeds for another six months.
He can fucking afford it.
[John] Yeah, I'll let him know.
How's the stomach holding up?
It's all right.
Gutsy effort, mate. [laughs]
[John] There is one other thing.
Any chance you could run a number plate for me?
[dramatic music]
Also, there's this guy, Markovic.
He's the licensee of The Tunnel.
Do you know him?
Yeah, I know who he is.
Any chance you could run a check on him as well?
Looking for what?
Anything.
Why?
I'd consider it a personal favour.
[laughs]
Don't worry about any of that for now.
Let me see what I can dig up first.
[John] Appreciate it.
[Mooney] Anything else, your highness?
[upbeat dance music]
[man] Shift your arse over this way!
[door slams]
Shit!
Hey guys, a little help!
Shit!
[horn honks]
Hey Darren.
Just here to pick up my suit.
- Will that cover me? - Yeah, no problem.
Thanks mate.
[Crellan] Hey, you mind giving us a couple of minutes?
Details of the owner of your truck.
Taiwanese mob out of Haymarket.
They run ciggies and grog off the books,
and I don't want to deal with them.
That's all I needed, thanks.
And then nothing of any note
on your man Markovic, other than he likes to spend money.
He's not the owner of the club.
He just manages the joint. He's the licensee.
The owner is a bloke in Queensland.
His name is Mr. Cirillo Elias.
He's got three of them.
The other one is in Brisbane and in Melbourne.
He's a pretty straight shooter and no form to speak of.
All the address and phone numbers are in there.
What do I owe you?
Oh, this one's on the house.
Thanks mate!
[Darren] Okay, see you!
Just wait a couple minutes before you leave, all right?
[suspenseful music]
[John] You're paying for five guys front of house
but you're only really getting two.
The rest of that money's going to Nasa Kalouri.
Now I can change that overnight.
You've also got three of you staff
dealing cocaine over the bar.
Now one visit from the drug squad
you're going to lose your licence.
But I can put a stop to that too.
And Mark here's got all your alcohol coming
out of Haymarket off-license.
He's getting a kickback, but it's illegal and it's risky.
You let me use my guys out of Bankstown.
Now they're wholesale, they're legit.
It's the same pricebut all that profit is going into the club, not his pocket.
Now security,
these are all my guys.
They're handpicked, vetted by me personally.
Plus you get Sam and his crew on the street.
All the spruikers, the guys on the door,
all of that I oversee myself.
Now you give me alcohol and security,
I stop the dealing and you are out of debt in 10 months.
No risk, and you can forget about Nasa Kalouri.
Nasa is a personal friend of mine.
I can guarantee that.
Hmmm.
And this figure here?
Well that's your gap.
That includes the last four weeks.
I'm personally prepared the front Mark today
to square things with Nasa.
What are you going to do, rob a bank?
You cut me in at 20 percent,
and Mark can stay on as licensee until I learn the ropes,
but then I take over as manager.
You can stay in Queensland.
Spend time with your family, whatever you like.
And in 12 months
I guarantee I will have this club in profit.
We can re-discuss terms then.
But I come in at 20 percent, that makes me the owner.
That bit is non-negotiable.
Mark, go take a walk, would you?
Listen John,
not anyone can just come in here and run a club like this.
You know?
And we both know how much 20 percent
of this business is actually worth, yeah?
Today,
right now,
with your debt and Sam's boys ready to come in and collect,
it's worthless.
It's worth $280,000.
I can offer you,
$84,000...
...362 dollars.
- Right now. - That's everything I've ever earned in my life.
All right.
We got a deal.
I need a drink.
You want something?
Just a water, thanks.
[sirens wail]
John, it's Brad, your mate.
He's OD'ed, We found him in the skip bin.
What was he...
Was he sleeping in it? What the fuck's he doing in the bin?
Mate, I don't know for certain.
It sounds like George found him on the fire escape
and then had his boys toss him.
Probably didn't want the hassle with the jacks.
[dramatic music]
[Brooke yells]
[Brooke] How fucking could you?
Piss off!
[punches slam]
[men grunt]
Okay, get his legs.
[body crashes]
Piece of shit.
Ah, fuck him.
[Ezra] Ah, for fucks sake, really?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Never fucking believe it.
Terry Fields has just gone and had a fucking brain aneurysm.
What do you mean?
I mean, he's dead.
Oh,
that cunt.
I know. The amount of time
and fucking energy you've put into these things.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Oh, honey.
We can find another Terry Fields.
Better him than you.
Yeah, I know.
It's just us Senator.
So you know, speak your mind.
Would it be out of line if I would ask a favour?
No.
What do you have in mind?
Well it...
...it's my daughter.
She's with this bloke and he's...
Well, he's been bashing her.
He's got her on the drugs.
[Ezra] Oh. I tried talking to her, but she won't listen to me.
Ah-ha.
But I want to get rid of him,
but not you know,
not forever, just warn him off.
Okay, all right.
Yeah, okay.
There is something that you could do for me.
I mean, I dunno how you feel about it,
but this new guy
that took over from Terry...
Bill Allen.
Be great to meet him.
Terry was saying that there was some talking
at Macquarie Street,
this new Independent...
Barry Hess.
Yeah, that's the one.
Is this something you...?
Ahh, meeting with Bill?
Yeah, I'll see what I can do.
Nice, thank you.
All right, cheers Paul.
[Ezra] I think I'll keep you off this one.
Fair enough.
Sam, what's his face?
Abraham?
Ibrahim.
Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
Right.
I'll tell you what,
send the little one.
Hey, listen.
What if I come pick you up after your shift tonight?
Mol?
[Molly on the phone] Sorry, my...
Oh, come on, it's Friday night.
A girl like you shouldn't be alone.
[Molly] Sure.
Okay, but look, I've got to go John.
Yeah, yeah, no that's fine.
I'll see you.
Tony.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
What's going on?
What do you need?
Angelo Lombardi.
You remember him?
Boss has called in the favour.
A couple of hours work later tonight, that's all.
I'd say it's in your best interest, if you said yes.
[suspenseful music]
I won't need it.
If it gets weird, you gimme a shout.
[door slams]
[suspenseful music]
[Tony sighs]
[knock taps]
[distant rock music]
[knock bangs]
[door slides]
Spyro?
John!
Fucking Johnny fucking Ibrahim! What's up?
Come on through, man.
[loud rock music]
Put on some muscle, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the juice, bro.
Fucking atomic Russian shit.
You all fixed up?
You look good.
I seen your brother just last week.
Bro, this is my boy, this is Gibbo.
He's out of Grafton today.
Man, Gibbo, this is Sam Ibrahim's kid brother John.
[John] How's it going?
Johnny, take a seat man. Relax, I'll be a sec here bro.
[heavy metal music]
I'd give you a taste.
But that's all I got for me and Spyro.
Spyro, you reckon you can turn the music down a little bit?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. All fucking good.
What, you don't like drugs?
Hey Johnny!
John, you want a Bundy and Coke?
You want a VB?
No, I'm good.
You're not a fucking jack are ya?
[snake hisses]
[heavy metal music continues]
Come on. Hey now, what's up?
What's the story? You chasing, are ya?
No, no, no, it's nothing like that.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - You reckon you can turn the music down a little bit more?
[Spyro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go, go, go, go, go. Okay, so this chick you've been seeing Ashley Collando...
Wait, wait, you know Ash?
No, I don't, I know of her.
Fuck me!
[Spyro] What's going on? What happened?
[John] I'm passing on a message is all.
- From fuckin' Ashley? - [John] No, not from her.
Could you turn that thing down? I can't hear myself.
What's going on John?
You are a jack, aren't you?
[Spyro] No, he's alright. He's okay.
John's sweet man, he's okay.
What's happening? What's the story?
What's going on?
It's a G-up isn't? It's a G-up.
You pulling on my dick, aren't you?
You pulling my dick.
[Gibbo] Yo, cuz.
Cuzzy, cuz, fuck!
Fuck!
Bro, Spyro!
Get the snake.
Forget the snake.
[group yells]
I don't mean to alarm you, Gibbo.
[group yells]
[John] Will you fucking sit down for a second?
[music stops]
[tense music]
[gun clicks]
- Sit down. - Okay.
You too, you think you could sit down.
Get fucked!
All right, so look, this chick Ash,
she says you got violent with her.
You broke her jaw.
Don't deny Spyro, I fucking know you.
You can't do that anymore, okay?
She's scared.
So, I need you to stop bashing her,
and I need her car.
Did Ashley put you up to this?
No she didn't put me up to it. It's not important who put me up to it.
It's important to me who did.
What are you fucking her?
I don't fucking know her.
You are fucking her, aren't you?
Man, I'm not fucking going anywhere
until I get some kind of guarantee
you're not going to bash Ashley anymore.
And I need her car back.
So could you just fucking agree to that so I can leave?
This is doing my fucking head in.
[suspenseful music]
Fuck!
John!
[men groan]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
[glass shatters]
[Spyro] Fucking kill him!
Fucking stop!
Chill the fuck out!
[punches slam]
I'm going to fucking kill him!
[guns bang]
[gun fires]
[guns fire]
Fuck!
[dramatic music]
[snake hisses]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
What the fuck?
[Tony] No, it's number 24.
Yeah.
Yeah, on the corner.
All right.
[keys jangle]
[Crellan] Anyone come looking when the shots?
[Tony] You see where we are?
There's no neighbours here, - mate. - It's like living on
fucking Mars, it's a shit hole.
All right, this bloke's gone for this one first.
There's been a bit of a scuffle, an exchange of fire.
Big fella's squeezed off two himself,
during which the little one has managed a headshot
killing the big guy.
And then the little one's expired over there.
Anything else you want to add?
Tiger snake.
And the tiger snake.
All right, chuck your shooters there.
I got it from here.
All right.
So, I'd take it home.
Bring it around the house in the morning.
Burn your clothes, everything.
Shoes, socks, undies, the lot.
A hot bath, wash your hair, and get some sleep.
Hey?
You all right?
You good to drive?
Yeah.
You should keep an eye on the speeding.
[engine starts]
Fuck!
How you doing?
I'm the Detective Senior Sergeant Brown from Homicide.
You got some ID I can have a look at?
Yeah, I wasn't, I'm just sitting.
So Warren,
why you parked in a no standing zone?
Just eating a pie and listening to some footy.
Just give me that pen there, please.
So Warren,
I reckon you had dinner somewhere else.
What do you think?
Yeah, yeah definitely.
Went home for tea tonight, just me...
You and the misses?
And the misses, that's right. Yeah, my dogs as well.
Yeah mate, good man.
No worries.
Have a good night.
Fuck off.
[car engine roars]
Bye Theresa.
[cries]
[suspenseful music]
[fire roars]
[dramatic music]