[Junior] All four of youse? One, two, three, four.
ID, please.
-[engine revs] -Fuck! Get the fuck in!
-[gunfire] -[people scream]
This place isn't coming back anytime soon, is it?
-Just do it. Hurry up. -I am doing it.
[John] What's going on with Michael?
[woman] The boys he spends time with,
they're not very nice boys.
[gasps] Sam! Sam!
[grunts]
What are you gonna do about it, princess? Ugh!
Don't put your hands on my guys again.
You see, while you've been gone, Johnny,
I've been here doing my thing.
I don't need you getting in my way.
[John] Sorry about Dave.
Take care, Simone.
-[Steph] Where are you going? -[John] Oxford Street.
[dramatic music]
[crowd bustling]
[people chatter]
[edgy music]
Come on, Bo. Come on, boy.
You all having fun?
Not too much, I hope.
It's gonna be a big one tonight.
Anyone new joining us?
Welcome to the LDT family, boys,
with just maybe a few more daddies
than the ones you've left behind,
but we're gonna take care of you all the same,
maybe even better.
Now...remember, it's work hard, then play hard,
not the other way around, right, Kesha?
Bottle of water - $3, no refills.
Run out of change, talk to Simone or Tiny.
Hi, boys.
Now, Vinnie, I have to tell you that last night was sublime.
More of the same, please.
[uplifting dance music plays]
Tiny, fuckable straights only.
If it gets above 30%, they'll turn the place into an RSL.
[dance music continues in distance]
Did you add the insulin for Bo?
Good.
How's the break-even?
Thank you.
[mouths] Hm.
-Shaping up to be a good week. -Mm, crowds are building.
Shall we let them in before they go somewhere else?
Ahh. There is nowhere else.
[lively dance music plays]
[dance music continues]
[people bustling]
[people exclaim and laugh]
Oi, let him in.
[dance music continues]
[Tiny] Boys, boys, boys, we're full.
Big fella.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't be here.
I just want to take a look inside.
Hey, stranger!
Simone! Hey.
Tiny, this is, um...
..this is an old friend.
Where you been?
I thought you might be married or...dead.
Aren't they the same thing?
You work here?
Yeah, six months, assistant manager.
He's my guest.
Not dressed like that, he's not.
[driving dance music plays]
[Simone] It doesn't take much for you to get your shirt off.
So I take it this isn't a social visit?
Come looking for inspiration perhaps?
[John] I'm looking for a new club.
Sure. Start with the largest one in the country.
[chuckles] Why not?
Come on. I'll give you the tour.
No, I'm good. Just keeping a low profile.
Good luck with that, honey.
[dance music continues]
[inaudible]
Hey.
[grunting and panting]
-Oh! -Don't you come.
[moans and pants]
Oh, oh, God!
[moaning]
-Oh, oh, yeah! -Can we go?
-Yes! -Yeah? Yeah!
Oh! [pants]
-Oh! -Again.
Again? Wh...what?
-Pick up. -Oh!
[panting and moaning]
[sniffs sharply]
[moaning]
[man grunting]
[gritty theme music]
-[traffic rumbles] -[horn honks in distance]
What's John Ibrahim doing right now?
Well, I'd know, wouldn't I, if I had a taskforce.
Well, Christmas has come early, Doyle.
In light of the Tunnel shooting...
Right. You're giving me a taskforce?
Uh, no, but you can have eyes on him -
to be reviewed each week.
Kemp, Kemp, he knows all the eyes we've got.
We've been watching him for years.
Well, we just got some new faces up from Melbourne.
Take your pick.
[trains screech]
[dark music]
[boys chatter indistinctly]
[Michael mutters]
[Michael] Nice shoes.
I need a pair like that, brother.
Yeah.
Hand them over. Now.
Don't make me get your blood all over 'em.
-I'll be fucking pissed. -[boy] Take 'em off. You too.
[Michael] Let's go! Come on, bro.
[boy] Chop, chop! Sort it out!
They look alright, hey?
Crazy fucking Ibrahims.
[players shouting]
[Amir] We started 15 minutes ago!
Where are your shoes?
Luke? Sol? Aymon?
What happened?
We got jumped at the station and I just let it happen.
Oh, I'm sorry, man.
Look, it's 'cause you're smart. Come on.
You mean I'm a pussy?
No.
Any idiot can get themselves into trouble.
Dodging it, that's the trick.
[speaks foreign language]
Come on, get in there. Kick it out.
[dramatic music]
-[woman] Hey! -[boys jeer]
Slow down, you fucking gronks!
[woman speaks indistinctly]
Shoes. Now.
-What the fuck... -Hey, hey, hey.
What's your name?
-Fuck you. -Whoa!
What's your name? Or we'll head down to the station.
-Michael. -Michael who?
-Jordan? -Ibrahim.
Didn't think stealing sneakers was your brothers' style.
Take 'em off.
Just so you know, the team folded easy.
Maybe you should train 'em harder.
If you need trainers,
there's a bunch in lost and found.
Swing by the club. We train Wednesdays.
[man] Push.
[grunting]
[man 2] Oh, fuck!
[low conversations]
Why'd you fuck your parole?
Spare me the lecture. We haven't got much time.
Need anything?
Yeah, smuggle in some of Mum's cooking.
Other than that...
-You? -I'm good.
Did you do what we agreed?
The Cross is dead, Sam.
What do you mean, dead?
If you need guys, I got Black Flags. I could send some.
The Black Flags aren't what they used to be anymore.
No-one cares.
Well, what about Dean? He can help you.
Dean is one guy. It doesn't change much.
The Cross, it's...
You said you had a plan.
I do.
Oxford Street.
Oxford Street? The gay street?
Something happened to you inside that Spanish jail?
We gotta stick to what we know, dipshit.
Bars and clubs are what I know, Sam.
And it wasn't all a holiday over there.
What they're doing in Europe, it's...it's next level
and it is coming to Sydney
and when it does, it's gonna change everything.
But I get in first and I do it right...
..I can set up our family for life.
But I need to take Oxford Street first to do it.
Sounds like you want to start a war.
[suspenseful music]
Just a bit of chaos.
I learned from the best.
It never stops there.
Well, maybe for you.
And for you.
You always gotta have the shiny new thing.
Nah, not this time. This is a big opportunity.
No, it's your weakness.
It's why you can't sit still.
It's why you can't keep a girl for more than five seconds.
You really think you can do this?
Watch me.
I give myself two years.
Better - 18 months.
To be what? Queen of the Mardi Gras?
No, to lock it down before you get out and fuck everything.
I guess we'll see.
Nothing's Sam-proof.
[loudspeaker dings]
Guess we'll see.
[grim heavy music]
[John whistles] Out of the way, arsehole.
[Junior] Hey, big nuts!
Hey, look at me. Look at me, man.
Get you some of this?
[projector whirrs]
[Ray] And, bang, my speedos have disappeared in the surf.
[Mim chuckles]
But Justice Bamfield's out there
thrashing about like a toddler in a pool,
so I have to keep swimming.
[Mim] You should've let the prick drown.
Lifesavers don't discriminate, Mim.
So out the back I go. I grab him.
I'm practically spooning the bastard
when he croaks out, "Shark! Shark!"
We need to talk.
[people chuckle]
You're the owner, right?
We're all owners here, love.
[John] Of LDT.
Ray Kinnock...speaking. And you are?
Wait. Weren't you the other guy from Wham!?
[laughter]
[Ray clicks] Ibrahim,
Kings Cross, Sexy John.
John's fine.
Are you done?
Your little show for your mates?
I'm sorry, John. My apologies.
I didn't recognise you with your shirt on.
So what can I do for you?
Oh, you can sell me your club.
Can I?
How exciting. Tell me more!
Sit. Celebrate Mim's divorce with us.
We make a killer mai tai.
I'm good.
So...let's hear it.
[pats sofa]
So why LDT,
of all the gin joints in all the world?
You're obviously a fan.
Yeah, you could say that.
Most people are, you know?
And which of our nights would you say was your favourite?
Thursgays? POOF DOOF?
Chaps In For Free?
Oh, I'd say, um... [sniffs]
..tonight when you sell to me.
[chuckles] He's funny.
[John] Yeah, it gets better.
Two and a half million, cash,
walk away.
[tense music]
Walk away where?
I ran away from home once.
Can't see myself doing it again,
at least not for anything less than 4.5.
Million?
[scoffs]
Do you want to be realistic?
I'm sorry. I meant five...million.
We're not done yet.
I hope not!
The next time, go the full monty
and I'll throw in Mim for free.
[laughter]
[crowd bustling]
Next time you see me, you get the fuck out of the way.
[John mutters]
You tell your biggest, ugliest mates
LDT's open for business.
A bit of Kings Cross action
will bring that prick to the table.
And drive the price down.
[Funny Steve] Ding-dong. Want me to start the collection?
We need more people.
Any particular reason why?
'Cause I fucking said so.
We need more guys, better guys.
Yeah. No offence taken.
I'm talking about starting a proper crew.
Wow.
It's like you're trying to hurt me.
Draw up a list, smart-arse.
We'll start with the guys here who don't belong to no-one.
-How big we thinking? -Hmm.
Let's start with fucking massive and see how we go from there.
Here.
Start bulking up.
-[boom] -[Sanjay exclaims]
[Sanjay coughs] Shit!
[Sophie] Sanjay?!
[Sanjay] The recipe!
[Sophie] I told you, no smoking in the lab! [coughs]
[Sanjay] Whoops! Oh.
[Sophie] We're never gonna get to Coachella at this rate.
[Sanjay] Hey, hey, just chill out, will you?
And maybe limit yourself to one pill tonight, idiot.
Babe, idiots don't go to med school.
You're not at med school yet.
At this rate, you'll be going as a cadaver.
Ouch!
[chuckles] Come here.
Hey?
You scare me, you know?
Mm, and you're cute when you're angry.
[chuckles]
Ow. Ouchie. Oi!
[Funny Steve] And to your right, you have Nuie.
He's a top earner. Knocked over two banks.
Got done by traffic cops fleeing the third.
Next up is Iqbal.
Iqbal's the kind of monster only a mother could love,
which she did right up until he strangled her.
I reckon I need a comedian. You know any?
Fuck me. Tough crowd.
Who's the statue?
[Funny Steve] They call him Petey,
as in P-T-S-D.
'Cause he has it or 'cause he gives it?
[Funny Steve scoffs]
Nah, forget about him.
Don't play so good with others.
Gets out soon, thank Christ.
Alright, boys.
You remember Jaxon, yeah?
Yeah, he was a tough bloke.
Jaxon lives in the hospital now, breathes out of a tube.
That's what happens when you touch one of my guys.
Now, what I'm offering you boys is brotherhood.
There's one thing you need to know about me.
I'd kill for my brothers.
You guys know much about the Black Flags?
Alright, welcome to the family.
[heavy dance music plays]
[grunts and yells]
[woman screams]
Get the fuck off!
Oh, yo, I think you're so cool. You want one of these?
-Sanjay. -It's on the house.
-[Sophie] Stop. -[Sanjay chuckles]
[Sophie] Sorry about him!
[dance music continues]
[Simone] John's responsible for all the dickheads.
I'll reach out to him. I'll try and talk.
No, I will.
[grunts]
It's bloody dead, eh?
I mean, even the dealers have moved on.
Probably all up at Oxford Street.
[engine rumbles]
Easy, fellas. I'm alone.
I come in peace.
[John] Well, say your piece and fuck off.
I just wanted to tell you face to face
I didn't pull that Tunnel shit.
[scoffs]
Like I was saying, it wasn't me.
Why would I believe that?
'Cause I don't shoot doors.
I shoot people.
So we're good?
Yeah, if you keep your little bum bag crews
out of my venues, we're good.
That cunt's not coming up to Oxford Street.
You follow him, yeah? Wherever he goes, I want to know.
[engine revs, tyres squeal]
[siren wails]
[tyres squeal]
[officer] Piss off! Go on!
-[John] Oi, oi, oi! -Go.
[John] Officer, hey, what's going on?
All door staff need to be properly badged
and registered as security.
Since when?
Mate, talk to me. What...what do you need here?
It's easy. Follow the law.
Stay out of Oxford Street.
Hey, John, if you need a hand with this,
I can get into it for you.
Yeah, sure, Dean. Whatever.
Oh!
[exhales]
Oh!
[groans]
[John] Oh, someone ate their Weet-Bix.
Not me, hon.
I'm coeliac.
What's that? Like a cock-only diet?
Actually, don't tell me.
Just want to say thanks for the crash course in spruiker law.
Happy to help.
It's gonna come in handy once I own LDT.
So you got the five mil?
Who did you kill?
Actually, no, don't tell me.
[John] It's funny, that.
The price has gone down to two million now,
what with the stench that's been hanging around LDT
for...way too long now.
I know. I thought we had a broken sewer.
Imagine my relief when I realised
it was that Kings Cross stink of yours.
Take the fucking offer.
Don't make this personal 'cause I am...
..really trying right now.
Not for sale.
Not to you!
Not ever.
So I hear you're both from Melbourne.
-Sorry about that. -Huh.
Did the Royal Commission get much coverage down there?
Not really, but enough to know the basics.
Right. So I don't need to get you up to speed?
Oh. No.
Right.
When I first came to Kings Cross,
the police force was almost entirely corrupt.
Major organised crime figures, drug dealers,
standover men, you name it,
all working side by side with the cops.
The Royal Commission wiped them out,
all except for one guy.
John Ibrahim is why you are here.
I want you two on his tail wherever he goes,
starting this afternoon.
Thank you.
[eerie music]
Detective Larsen?
Hello?
[dance music plays distantly]
[Amir] John, you got a minute?
[John] Not for you Darlinghurst pricks.
Go.
[Amir] Try Parramatta.
Amir Haidar.
I was actually ahead of you at Merrylands High.
[camera clicks repeatedly]
I don't remember you.
Chill. I just want to talk about your brother Michael.
[camera clicks]
Look, he's moving with some pretty bad people.
I thought we were the bad people.
There's worse now, John.
It's not like it was. You should know that.
He needs someone to steer him right.
And you think that should be me?
You'd rather it be you than someone else.
I'll talk to him.
[camera clicking]
Who's the suit?
-Should flick him to Doyle. -Mmm.
Who are we missing?
I reckon we're short one monster.
[man grunts]
No monsters here, just muppets.
[dark music]
[pumping dance music plays]
[speaks indistinctly]
Whatever you want.
If anyone asks, Sanjay's who sold you, right?
Oi! Why don't you fuck off, alright?
What the fuck's this?! You're here to fuckin' sell!
-What you doing?! -Get the fuck off me!
[both grunt]
[crowd exclaims]
[Sanjay] This place has gone to shit.
-Yeah, let's bounce. -Yeah, let's get out.
-How much money you got? -[Sophie mutters]
Oi! Pills and cash now.
Don't know what you're talking about, man.
I'm not fucking around, bro!
-[Sanjay] OK, OK, OK. -Hurry up!
[Sanjay] Here. Just take it, take it, take it, OK?
Just relax, alright?
Give your boss a message.
-We don't have a boss, man. -Try again.
-I swear, man, it's just us. -He's telling the truth, OK?
Look. Look at the pills. That's all I've got, man.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
-Come on! -[gunshot]
[people scream]
[Steph] How are we supposed to get
punters through the doors without spruikers?
Have Tongan Sam and Junior drag them in?
-I will deal with it. -Yeah, you keep saying that.
How was I supposed to know he was gonna pull this shit, Steph?
You poked the gay bear, John.
What did you think was gonna happen?
I don't know, that maybe we'd make enough money
to get the Cross off life support.
Ray is a speed hump.
I'm gonna roll right over him.
One of your heavies fired a fucking gun in LDT.
-Did you know that? -Whoa! Did... Not my heavies.
You set the scene.
To drive Ray's asking price down.
-That was always the plan. -Well, you need a new plan!
It's gonna work. Sooner or later, he's gonna break.
No, he won't.
You have to understand something, John.
You can't stand over the gays.
Anything that you do to them
has already been done to them, or worse.
I would know.
It's either that or take the prick for a drive.
I've got something for you.
Break-even sheets.
Legit one for the tax office.
This one will tell you how much LDT's really worth.
And a bodgie one.
This one's marking down a 30% skim.
Why are you helping me?
[solemn music]
Dave always did.
Hey, I'm gonna need, um,
someone on the street running an inside track for me.
Know anyone?
I thought you'd never ask.
Reckon you can find out where the skim's going?
I already know where it's going.
[solemn music continues]
-[knocks] -Oh, hello.
How can I help you?
Are we celebrating or apologising?
Always apologising.
Well, we have some lovely roses in.
Yeah, great. I'll take, um, two dozen.
[Eldon] Hmm.
It's a nice place you got here.
Thank you. Your first visit?
Yeah, just moved into the area for work.
Oh, really? What type of work?
Uh, nightclubs, management and all that.
I went to, uh, LDT the other night.
That was a hell of a joint.
I suppose I should thank you for your compliment.
"Look, don't touch."
Is that the way Ray likes to run his business?
Look, I know he's paying you a skim. I...
What for?
[Ian] A skim?
That's our rightful half of the business.
Bloody skim!
Didn't I tell you? Give that bugger an inch.
So you're Ray's partners?
-[Eldon] Silent partners. -Too silent for my liking.
When we got a bit old for the scene,
Ray convinced us to take a back seat
while he would take care of the day-to-day dramas, hmph.
Now he tells everyone that LDT's his baby
and he doesn't need us.
Why not just sell up, retire?
We tried. He always cries poor.
Taxes, overheads, yada, yada...
If he says he can't afford it, he can't afford it!
Maybe I can.
[Benny] I'll have a rum and coke.
You can hold the ice.
[Ray] What do you want?
[Benny growls playfully]
[Bo whines]
[Benny] Reckon you and me got the same problem.
Really?
I don't recall being assaulted with a crayon.
You can't control your own door.
Why don't you put my guys out front?
We'll both go back to doing what we do best, you know?
In my experience, the problem I think you're referring to
isn't going to simply just go away.
We have to be more patient than he is
and hope the delights of Kings Cross
lure him back into its sweaty bosom.
Yeah, nah, I can't wait.
Well, unless you're a magician who can make him disappear,
patience is all we have.
Now you look at me when I'm talking to you, yeah?!
I raped faggots bigger than you in jail.
I dare say you have.
But if I don't arrive at dinner tonight
with the state crime commander,
he'll be concerned
and his concern comes with the level of scrutiny
few people welcome.
Oh, yeah? What about your dog?
Has he got a date with the commissioner too?
-[gunshot] -[Bo yelps]
You cunt!
[dirty dance music plays]
[Dean] On the dotted line, thank you.
No! Hey, mate.
No badge till you sign a contract, alright?
Take a look at that.
All good. Thank you, sir. All done.
Alright, next up.
Uh, OK, let me just...
Let me sign that one for you.
John, hey.
What are you doing?
Oh, I'm sorting out the spruiker problem, like you told me to.
Sorting out how?
There's a new thing called a master licence.
Yeah, it lets me convert all these guys to security,
keep them on the door and the cops can't touch 'em.
Hey, look, I'd love to pick your brain
about this whole management caper.
I'm kind of learning on the job.
-[phone rings] -You're learning fast.
Hey, buddy, can I call you back?
OK, thanks. I'll be right there.
We'll chat soon.
[boys shouting and jeering]
-Oi! -[boys quieten]
Get the fuck out of here. Huh?!
Huh? Now! Little shits.
Shh!
You alright?
Get yourself cleaned up.
[cue clatters]
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You think you're a gangster, hanging out with these losers?
Michael, look at me.
I've missed you, brother.
[John] Well, playtime's over.
All this bullshit, it ends now.
[Fadi] Yeah, Michael, no more fucking around.
-Fadi! [speaks Arabic] -What? John just said bullshit.
-How's that... -[John] Fadi, shut up.
You should go to university,
you know, instead of wasting your life with these clowns.
You didn't go to uni.
I'm not the role model you should be looking at.
So what? Sam? [scoffs]
No, not Sam.
And not me either.
You guys, you can be better than both of us.
You can do anything you want. You're lucky.
Yeah, bro, we're, like, the next generation.
What are you talking about? We're all brothers.
I'm talking about there's no more chances with this stuff.
It's time for you to grow up.
Alright, eat.
[Funny Steve] By the powers invested in me
and the gods Harley and Davidson, and Sam,
I declare the Black Flag's
Long Bay chapter open for mayhem!
Shut up, you idiot.
This fucking guy.
[tense music]
Hey.
You in the army?
I heard you're getting out soon.
Black Flags could use another soldier.
No.
No?
I'm done with uniforms.
[tense music continues]
You want me to get Iqbal to slap him?
You'd have to kill him.
[lighter clicks]
-[Fadi] See ya. -[Michael] 'Bye, brother.
[John] Yeah, yeah. See you in a few days.
18 months, but who's counting?
They are.
I didn't think anyone in the family could, Mum.
[dog barks in the distance]
Trust me, Ma.
What I'm working on at the moment,
it's gonna set us all up for life.
I'm not talking about your business.
I'm talking you in their lives.
Knuckleheads.
What are you both doing tomorrow night?
I'm working on something tomorrow night.
You know, I mean, if you want in...
Unless it's your coursework, I don't want to hear it, Fadi.
-[Michael giggles] -Mikey?
OK, I'll swing by at 7:00. We can...hang out.
I'm around.
Alright.
[keys jangle]
[pensive music]
How'd it go with the bank manager?
I've been this prick's best customer for over a decade
and he's telling me they're withdrawing all my overdrafts.
I pulled out everything I could.
[sighs] How'd you go?
Early kick-ups from every club on the strip.
Had to twist some arms.
Oh, just arms? You got off lucky.
[footsteps]
-Good? -That's it.
We collect all your debts.
The ones crossed out have already paid it in full.
But they're all crossed out.
Good job.
This is every nightclub safe
and secret stash that I could remember.
[sighs]
Could be enough.
Well, I can kick some in if you need.
I just need some privacy.
Yeah, sure.
Cheers, Dean.
[ominous music]
[lighter flicks]
[sizzling]
[Benny] What are we talking about?
I don't know, boss.
His whole crew's just collected a fuck-ton of cash.
They're at Stripperama right now with all of it.
That's good. That's really good.
Get the cash,
knock John and the Tongan.
For real?
Yeah, do it.
[stammers] Serious? Can't we just take the money?
Just fucking do what I'm telling you!
[ominous music rises]
Hang on.
Hey, we have a problem.
Yes, Sarge, we got a situation.
Ibrahim might be about to go there.
Alright. Just sit still and stay on with me.
Don't break cover. I'm sending people to you.
-That's 50. 50 plus... -[zipper shuts]
That's 750. That's 8.
Plus the bank cheque. That's 1.8.
That...that's everything.
Fuck, we need more.
Why are you spending all of this on one club?
Why don't you spend it on the clubs you've got?
'Cause it's the gateway, Steph.
I'm trying to set us up for the future.
Some of us need to make a living in the present.
Yeah, and a lick of paint and some new strippers
is not gonna fucking do it, is it?
The florists can wait.
Yeah, this...this might be enough to swing that fucker Ray.
Come on.
[intense music]
Look, whatever this is, it's going down now.
-What do you want us to do? -Just wait.
Wait. Hold your cover. I'm sending people to you.
[Tongan Sam] What do you wanna do?
Ray's desperate to sell. He just doesn't know it yet.
[Connor] Let's go.
[Chea] Where you going?
I'm not gonna sit here and watch this guy get shot.
-Get back! -[sirens wail]
[Larsen] Get back!
Sammy, Sammy! Sammy, money! Go!
-[Tongan Sam] Go, go, go, go! -Get back!
[Chea] Stay where you are! Drop your weapon!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
-[sirens wail] -[woman] Oh, shit!
Hey! Get back!
Are you trying to get shot?
Alright, can you give me a sitrep?
[Chea] Yeah, Sarge, we got one guy.
Other one's done a runner.
Answer's still no, mate.
Don't know what the question is.
I know I hate bikies.
Bikie hater, huh?
That's a new one.
Listen. You want work.
I want you to watch my brother's back.
Keep an eye on him.
I think you'd like him.
Fellow hater.
I like him already.
Yeah, that'll pass.
[Dean] He's smart.
He knows this street's a goldmine.
Yeah, sure, if you own a club.
[Dean] You don't need a club, just a door.
You heard of a master licence?
So you get your guys out the front of the venue, yeah,
and then you control every customer,
every dealer, every drug that goes in the joint.
Why not just deal?
'Cause it's better to be the gatekeeper
than the one knocking on the door.
Yeah, right.
[phone rings]
-Mikey. -Oi, what time you coming over?
-They're show... Mum! -[whirring]
-I'm on the phone. -[speaks Arabic]
'Gladiator's on at the new place.
Uh, yeah, look.
I got this work thing to do, but then I'll be back, alright?
[sighs]
Now's not a good time. He's in a meeting.
Is he?
[Ray] If there's not five million in that bag,
I'll have you arrested for trespassing.
Trespassing in my own venue?
Eldon and Ian, they're a nice couple, aren't they?
Very happy to sell too.
Oh, they said don't take that personally, by the way.
It's just...business.
Oh.
Right, then, I suppose we better talk.
Celebrate after the deal, Ray.
Darling, I am.
[Ian] Sorry, John.
[Eldon] We've been in business a long time.
He deserves a chance to match you.
[Ray] And as you so rightly pointed out earlier,
it's only business.
Cheers.
Now, unless you really do have that five mil...
[whispers] ..off you pop.
You know he's screwing you.
Says the dark prince of the underworld.
[John] Don't take my word for it.
[sinister music]
That's stolen property.
Ray, why are there two break-evens?
More to the point, why is our cut only 30%?
This is classic intimidation. I'm calling the police.
Yes, good. Maybe they'll get to the bottom of this.
Now, why don't you sell me your 50% like we talked about?
Now, there's...
..800 grand, cash, in the bag
or a bank cheque for a million and some change.
And you leave things to Ray and I
while you smell the roses
and enjoy your retirement.
[Ray] You really have no idea, do you?
This isn't just a business. We're a family.
-Together, we've seen off... -[whispers]
..the worst this city could throw at us.
Bent coppers, developers, standover merchants.
The moral fucking majority.
And you really think we're about to cave
to some Johnny-come-lately from the Cross?
Actually...
..Johnny came to us a lot earlier than you did.
[zipper buzzes]
Don't fuck this up.
Exciting, huh?
Now, I am a very hands-on partner.
Let's see you pull that shit and get away with it with me.
We should do a press release.
"Ray Kinnock, John Ibrahim, LDT -
"bringing it into the new century."
Pick up the keys Monday.
Good luck holding on to the place.
Good luck to you, Ray...
..wherever you go.
[Sophie] How much is he giving us?
[Sanjay] 10 K, with the precursors.
[Sophie] Hmm.
Hey.
We sell this tonight, we're done.
It was fun...till it wasn't.
[Ned] G'day.
Whoa, hey. Hey, hey. OK, OK. Take it.
OK, the chemicals, the press, we're done.
OK? Whatever you want.
Well, we want you, Sanjay. [chuckles]
See, word is you are the best new cook in Sydney.
Hmph. So why are you slumming it here?
Come work for me
and we'll make history.
Oh, hey. I'm not here to hurt you, darling.
I'm here to make you rich.
There's plenty more where that came from.
[Sanjay scoffs]
[chuckles]
-Alright? -[Sanjay] Yeah, alright.
OK.
[upbeat dance music plays]
All good?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, we got a foot in the door.
Better than good.
Care for a drink?
Uh, I might call it a night.
-Good job today. -Cheers, John.
Mama. Yeah, tell Mikey I'll be home soon.
He's gone where?
Yeah, OK.
[engine revs]
[hip-hop music plays]
-# I am the best at this... # -[boys laugh]
# Nah, I ain't gonna mess with this
# Ever heard of what a veteran is?
# I work harder than most to be where the real is... #
[speaks indistinctly]
# 'Cause I'm the best at this, I am the best at this
# Nah, I ain't gonna mess with this
# Ever heard of what a veteran is?
# I work harder than most to be where the real is
# Never stop training 'cause I'm the best at this. #