[Simone] In just six months,
John Ibrahim becomes the new queen of Oxford Street.
-[machine whirrs] -[gun clicks]
[Tony] Benny Vasquez?
You need to be really careful with him, John.
They are fucking nutters.
[Benny] What's the fucking rule?!
-[stammers] Bag out... -I can't hear ya!
Bag out, 10 grand in!
Your business has no place on my street.
We're not going anywhere.
[grunting]
-[gunshot] -[Ned] Arggh!
[Dean] Alright, alright, alright! Message received.
-[engine revs] -Just go!
-[gunfire] -[screams]
[tyres squeal]
Stay where you are!
[John] Fuck up again, you're going inside.
You're fucking lucky.
[Michael] I'm not so sure about that.
Judge says I gotta live with you.
What is it you think I do?
You want to come see for yourself?
You good? Come on in. Watch your step.
[dark music]
How much is that?
-[Simone] $480,000. -Seriously?
MICHAEL: So, like, what's the most
you've ever collected in a night?
620.
Well, it was 622 and then I needed a new bag,
so John let me treat myself on the way.
What? And you just carry that to the bank?
[Simone] Every week, like clockwork.
[Michael] Don't you ever get scared, carrying that much cash?
-Nup. -Why not?
[John] 'Cause everyone knows who she works for.
[Simone] And now...
[zips bag shut]
..I've got you to protect me.
[exhales]
[tense music]
[John] Oi!
[Michael] Something's happening out the back.
[Michael] Hey, fuckheads.
[grunting and yelling]
[crowbar clatters]
[shouts]
Ugh!
[man] Alright, then! Come on. Go.
-[Michael] Wanna try something? -[gun clicks]
-No, no, no. -You wanna try something?
I wouldn't either, brother!
[John] What the fuck?
What? They were trying to rip us off.
Only weak pricks need guns.
-You got one. -Yeah, you see me carrying it?
You have a gun, every situation becomes a gun situation.
-And where'd you get this? -Remember those roofie fuckwits?
They came back tooled up a couple months ago.
That's mine.
-What the fuck is this? -Come on. Sam gave it to me.
-Take it off. -You deciding what I wear now?
Go inside and take it off.
-Look, John... -Fuck off.
[gritty theme music]
[dance music]
[John] You see him so much as look at a Black Flag,
I want you to call me, straightaway.
[Simone] Yeah, OK, but, like, I'd prefer to stay
out of your family drama, no offence.
[people chatter and laugh]
Just I...
..I worry about him.
Honey, you're supposed to worry.
Still, he could make it easier.
John, fancy seeing you outside of a dark corner.
Ray.
[Ray] Simone, it's good to see you.
You two working together now?
Yeah, she's part of the business.
I remember when she was part of the family.
Simone, you know Valentine, don't you?
Valentine, this is the John I was telling you about.
Oh, this is Kings Cross John!
-It's good to meet you. -You too.
Valentine's on the licensing board.
Anyway, best get a wriggle on.
Managed to snag us a couple of tickets to the opera.
-[car door opens] -Thank you.
[car door shuts]
[pensive music]
[Sam] Hey! Happy New Year.
[John] Do you not have a calendar? It's a day early.
Oh, fuck me. My PA must have fucked up the date.
Oh.
Any resolutions this year?
-Seeing less of you? -So not growing a cock, then?
[chuckles]
No, I got one for you.
-Oh, just one? -Yeah, just one.
Stop feeding Michael this Black Flags bullshit.
Can you relax? It was a present.
-He was wearing it. -Good.
I was worried it wouldn't fit.
It's not a present.
It was an invitation.
I know you've been recruiting all these dickheads in here.
Just leave Michael out of it.
Oi, cock, there's some good guys in here.
Oh, yeah? Like Dean Taylor?
I'm gonna catch that prick when I get out.
I heard Michael's living with you.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
'Cause you're such a responsible adult.
-Apparently. -Fuck me.
A judge with a sense of humour, huh?
You're just jealous you're not getting the same treatment.
Oh, what? Sentenced to living with you?
I'd rather be in here.
Michael's different.
He's actually doing really well.
With you trying to turn him into a little Mini-Me.
It was either that or he's in here with you.
Listen here, you little cock.
The only difference between me and you
is that you've got a better disguise on.
Let's give Michael half a chance, yeah?
-[grunts] -Huh!
Good. Push-up.
Hurry up! Up, up. Again.
-[grunts] -Huh!
Good. Better.
Alright, we're just gonna do three. Yeah?
-Yeah. -OK, let's go.
-[grunts] -Good.
-Seeing anyone? -No.
You should. Girls are good for you. Go.
Yeah? What's your girlfriend's name again?
-Oh! -Depends what day it is.
There's gonna be a lot of girls
at this New Year's afterparty here tomorrow.
The fuck am I supposed to talk to them about?
Hmm. I forgot, you got no game.
Uh, maybe you could take them upstairs,
show 'em your tracksuit collection.
Or you could just sit on the couch,
look cute, let them pat you.
-[thuds] -[Michael] Shut the fuck up.
-Alright, uppercuts. Let's go. -[Michael exhales]
[rapid thudding]
Faster. Come on.
There's a lot of opportunities here for you, Mike.
You gotta make the most of them.
-Faster! -Oh, fuck.
I'd rather be back home.
Mikey, this is your home.
Hey, hey.
This is your home.
[exhales]
-[thud] -Ooh!
Got some game.
Keep your guard up, brother!
[John] Smart-arse. Take your gloves off.
Have a break.
So you want to run clubs?
Yeah.
You pay attention, you put in some time,
maybe you and I can run some clubs together one day.
-Reckon we could? -I do.
You're smart, Mike.
I think you and I could build an empire together
and we could have a lot of fun doing it.
Don't get me wrong.
I don't wanna do this shit forever.
I've got other plans, but...
..that's why I'm gonna need you.
I'm not gonna lie. I thought Fadi'd be next in line.
[scoffs] Fadi's...
Clubs are fun for Fadi and that's OK.
But business isn't always fun and you know that.
You'd be really good at it
if you stay focused.
You know how much money we're gonna clear tonight alone?
[Michael] How much?
A million?
-That's mad. -[John puts down glass]
Yeah, it's mad. It's New Year's Eve.
And that's just the start, Mike.
You belong here with me. Remember that.
-[phone rings] -Get back on the bag. Hello.
[grunts]
[machine whirrs]
[machine beeps]
[beeping and whirring continues]
-You want some? -No, man.
I...I don't really do that kind of stuff.
What kind of stuff? Are you judging me right now?
-Is that what you're doing? -No, I...
Giving me those judgemental eyes?
He's giving me the judgement eyes.
No, I...I wouldn't do that.
Come to my place and you fuckin' judge me?
[machine whirrs]
[laughs] I'm just fuckin' with this guy, man.
I'm just havin' a laugh, brother, relax.
Look at him. He's sweating. Fucking hell!
I like that jacket.
Uh, thanks, man. It's, um...it's drip-dry.
Drip-dry!
-Oh, drip-dry. -Fancy.
[Benny] Fancy! Hm.
Let me see. Polyester?
You know polyester doesn't breathe, right?
It's gonna be a hot night tonight.
You're gonna fucking sweat like a pig.
Are you a pig? Oink!
[chuckles]
Mm, like we spoke about.
Man, this is a lot! I don't know if I can get this in.
You'll find a way. It's not fuckin' rocket science, yeah?
Now, you listen. You sell them all.
50 bucks each. And no excuses.
-Yeah. -Yeah? No excuses.
-You got it? -Yeah, I got it.
-Got it? -Got it.
Good. I'll see you tomorrow, drip-dry.
-Now fuck off. -Oh.
[footsteps recede]
-[heavy rock music plays loudly] -[men whoop and cheer]
[Sam] Oh, beautiful, Stevie!
Beautiful moves.
Oi, I said a few quiet ones, not a fuckin' party.
Turn it down.
[music quietens]
Calls for another drink.
Turn it up!
[loud rock music plays]
Who took my drink?
Is your name on that?
No.
I don't see yours neither.
I could always slap it into ya.
[catches bag]
[John] Oh, well, fire him. What else?
[Mim on speakerphone] Did you hear Nick Massetti
from the licensing board's coming in tonight?
Tonight? Thought it was next week.
Relax, would you?
He just wants to pop by, see the place for himself.
Does this to every new owner.
-What, on New Year's Eve? -It's not that weird.
What is weird is I ran into Ray and Valentine Bracks together.
-Something's going on. -Like what?
I don't know. Just get Simone onto it.
I don't want any surprises.
-Yep, easy. -Alright.
[phone beeps]
[Michael] What was that about?
The licensing board are having a meeting
to see if I'm a fit and proper person to run venues.
Hm, doesn't sound good.
No, it's alright. Put Simmie and Mim onto it.
Do you really wanna know about this stuff?
-Yeah, I wanna learn. -[drops shaver]
Alright.
Well, board decisions swing on recommendations by two guys.
There's this big-time barrister, Nick Massetti,
and this political hack, Valentine Bracks.
He's a friend of Ray's.
The barrister's coming in tonight.
So we're gonna schmooze the shit out of him?
What about this other guy?
[John] Work him next week.
[driving dance music plays]
-[crowd bustles] -[Michael chatters indistinctly]
Make way. Excuse me. Thank you, thank you!
[Michael] Fadi's coming.
-Oi! -[John] Oh, do you hear that?
John! Michael!
John, just...
Oh, hey! Sorry, Fadi. I didn't see you there.
-[Michael laughs] -Yeah, funny.
[John] Yeah, it was. Good to see you.
[Fadi] Hey, look at you! We getting a drink or what?
No, we're working.
-Need a hand? -Definitely not.
Just do up a button, go and enjoy yourself.
[Michael] The fuck are you wearing?
Sort us a booth, yeah? I got a date.
You got a date? He got a date!
-[Tongan Sam] Nice. -Yeah, where is he?
-[Michael laughs] -What are you laughing at, man?
-What are you laughing at? -Oi, oi! Kids, kids, kids.
Stop it. Go inside. Simmie will sort you out.
Call me if you need me, yeah? [pats Michael]
[Michael punches Fadi]
Tell you what. If we ever need him, we're in trouble.
[Isaac] Hey, Michael! Michael! Hey.
-How you doing? -60 bucks. Pay in there.
Hey, come on, man. Just give us a pass.
Give me your wrist.
Don't tell anyone you got in for free, alright?
I mean it!
Jed, mate, I know you too well to let you in a place like this.
-Come on. -What?
I wasn't fuckin' born yesterday.
[Isaac] Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
What am I doing? Telling Jed he can't get in.
If you've got a problem with that, you can go with him.
-It's like that? -Yeah, it's like that.
[Jed] Fuck it. Fuck this.
-[Michael] Stay safe, boys. -Shut up.
Good job.
Well, well, well...
Oh, whoa! You're not getting in dressed like that.
[Doyle] Nah, it's not really my scene.
I'm just here, kicking around, gathering information, you know?
[John] I got none for you.
Ibrahims don't give statements.
Neither do the people that work for us, right?
I'm sorry. I'm so rude. This is my brother Michael.
Yeah. Yeah, I know who he is.
-Michael, this is Nancy Drew. -Who?
Senior Sergeant Doyle.
-Promotion? -Yeah.
-Good for you. -Thank you.
-You're welcome. -Happy New Year, boys.
Michael.
[John] See you, Nancy!
Watch out for her.
She's the one that put Sam away.
[phones ring in distance]
-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year.
What do you know?
[can hisses open]
Well, he is moving differently to how he did in the Cross.
That's for sure.
-[can hisses open] -How so?
No weekly collection,
no kick-up, no protection racket.
-So what is it? Drugs? -It's worse.
John has taken a share in every club he can get his hands on.
And he's not standing over them. He's their partner.
Even Ray Kinnock?
Well, Ray's still got a few clubs,
but [clears throat] John's taken LDT from him, his biggest.
-That's gotta hurt. -Yeah.
So LDT, China White, Club Utopia,
they've all sold off anywhere between 100% to 20%
of their shares in the past year,
each to shelf companies created only a month before the sale
and every one leads back to the same blind trust
controlled by John.
Shit.
Prick's making himself bulletproof.
Legally. Someone might still shoot him.
Huh! Well, that would make our jobs easier.
That many straight investments,
it's gonna be impossible to trace anything back to him.
And he's not gonna go near anything street level.
Unless he's dragged there.
John's not stupid, but he is loyal. They all are.
If one of his brothers picks a battle,
he won't let them fight it on their own.
Factor in the enemies John already has,
and he's not gonna be able to keep
his freshly manicured hands clean forever
no matter how badly he wants to.
But right now, you got nothing?
[driving dance music plays]
[chattering indistinctly]
[dance music continues]
[Simone] I found out why Nick Massetti's coming in tonight.
The board meeting has been brought forward
to the day after tomorrow.
Fucking Ray.
OK, I need you to buy me some more time.
No, there is no time.
If you don't sort this shit out tonight,
they're gonna lock you out of every venue you've got.
Valentine Bracks, where do I find him?
Well, I heard he likes the Hell Club.
Right on cue.
Mr Massetti?
Hey, I thought that was you.
Don't worry about this. Mike.
-Come through. -[Nick] Good crowd in.
Yeah, yeah. Well, feel free to look around.
It's your club tonight.
Simone, take him upstairs, I'll catch up with you soon.
Enjoy yourself!
Who's that?
That's the barrister guy.
You go take care of him.
Give him anything he wants.
-OK. -Now, I gotta go.
But I want you to keep him here till I get back.
You're in charge, yeah?
You got it. I got this.
[intense dance music plays]
That's for you.
Nick. I'm Michael. Nice to meet you.
Hey, listen. We've got a VIP area. Do you want to come up?
We've got catering, more drinks, anything you want.
Oh, I'm fine for now, but I don't much like champagne.
Glass of red and I'm good, thanks.
You got it. Just wait here.
[speaks indistinctly]
[Michael] Oi. Oi!
I thought I told you to go somewhere else.
-Whoa. Hey! -I got a stamp.
You got a stamp.
It's back to front, dickhead. You think I'm dumb?
Transferred your stamp, didn't ya?
-Don't look at me. -Yeah, very clever.
-You can get out, both of you. -You fuckin' what?
-Fuck off. -Come on.
I knew it. You've fuckin' changed!
-Go fuck yourself! -Fuck off!
Get the fuck off me!
[intense dance music continues]
[Michael speaks indistinctly]
Upstairs.
[chattering indistinctly]
[rock music plays]
[Funny Steve chatters and laughs]
[laughs]
[Sam] Pull it together, you idiot!
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Can a man not enjoy his final supper, huh?
Get vomit on my shoes and you won't.
[Funny Steve laughs]
Hey, you better look after this dickhead
when you three get out, hey?
[rock music continues]
[guard] Hey, Sam, fold the kid
into your crew tonight, will you?
-What am I? A fuckin' charity? -Just do us a favour.
[guard] You're a prince.
What's your name?
It's not a trick question.
Ollie.
You hungry?
[phone rings]
[phone beeps]
[retches]
[Michael] The fuck's going on here?
Too hard too early. It's not even midnight.
Here, have some water.
I don't want any problems inside, OK?
If anyone's even slightly pissed, don't let him in.
OK.
Are you OK?
[Sam] First time in here?
It's gonna be a fucking boring conversation
if only one of us talks.
Yeah, first time.
How old are ya?
22.
How long are you in for?
Five years.
Behave yourself, keep your head down,
you'll be out in two, maybe less.
It's nothing.
[guard] Wind it up, Sam.
10 minutes till lock-up.
Look at this.
Ohh!
I feel like he wants us to shave his eyebrows.
Don't you reckon?
Hey, go to my cell, grab my razor from the bottom bunk.
-[Sam chuckles] -[snores]
[Sam] I swear to God, he's funnier when he's unconscious.
-[Ollie] No! No! -[door squeaks]
[door slams]
[sinister music]
[continues snoring]
[Ollie] No!
Hey!
[grunts]
-[Ollie pants] -You right?
-Yeah. -Shut the door. Shut the door!
Here. Hold this.
[grunts]
Come on. Come on!
We don't have to do anything.
Yes, we fuckin' do! You gotta put your mark on this bastard.
Come on! You act like a dog in here, you get treated like one.
-Don't you fucking... -Shut the fuck up!
-[Ollie grunts] -[man screams]
[man shrieks]
[Valentine] Yes, I do.
-[woman] Yes, you do what? -[whip cracks]
[Valentine] Oh, yes, I do. I like being a little bitch. Oh!
Do you like being humiliated, you little bitch?
-[Valentine] Yeah, I really do. -Yeah, really bad what?
-[whip cracks] -Oh! Really bad mistress.
[Carmen] Yeah, 'cause what are you?
[Valentine] I'm a dirty little piggy.
[Carmen] Yes, you are. You're a dirty little piggy.
-A dirty little piggy, what? -[whip cracks]
[Valentine] I'm a dirty little piggy slut, yes, mistress!
[Carmen] Yes. This is a private room. You can't be in here.
[John] That's OK. I'm a very private person.
[Valentine] Get out!
-[Carmen] Quiet, piggy! -[Valentine] Oh!
Yeah. Quiet, piggy.
-Oh! -[John chuckles]
Fuck.
Let me ask you...
..are you a fit and proper person, Mr Bracks?
-[whip cracks] -Answer him.
-Yes. -[John] Yes?
-[camera clicks] -Good.
Make sure I have your vote.
For your discretion.
It's on me.
Take that, then.
Got a party tomorrow. You should come by.
Bring the cane.
[claps] See you, piggy.
[whip snaps]
[heavy dance music plays]
[Tongan Sam] Relax, Michael.
It's supposed to be fun, yeah?
[men groan]
[man retches]
They only came in a half hour ago.
Yeah, they were straight when they walked in.
[man retches]
[heavy dance music continues]
[Simone] Honey? Sweetie? Can you see me?
Did anyone see what he took? Anyone?
[Michael] Fadi, fucking hell. Move, move, move, move, move.
-Hey, Simone, what's going on? -Bad pills, I think.
Hey. Get some water.
[Michael] Hey. Get him on his side.
Drink, buddy. Hey. It's OK.
[man retches]
-Let's get him up. -Get up.
-Did you see what he took? -Didn't see shit.
What did you take? Who gave it to you?
[Tizza] Holy fuck.
Look after Nick, will you?
[Fadi] Come on. Let's get some air.
[Simone speaks indistinctly]
[dance music continues]
Get off of me! Get off me!
[grunts]
Hey, just take it easy, alright?
You're selling pills in the club.
What? No, no, I...
[Michael] Where the fuck are they?
-OK, I... -Who you selling for?
-[stammers] -Who? Fucking who?!
Benny! Benny, OK?
-Benny who? -I don't know.
That's all I know. He's fucking scary, OK?
I...I had no choice, alright?
Go. Out the back way.
Wait. If I ever see you again, it'll be the last fucking time.
-Yeah, yeah. -I swear. Fuck off.
[people shout] Three, two, one!
Happy New Year!
[cheering in distance]
He's fine. Fadi and I put him in a taxi.
Where'd the barrister go?
I don't know. I came up to check on the kid.
When I went back down, he was gone.
-Fuck, Simone. -[John] Where's Nick?
[Michael] We don't know.
What do you mean you don't know? Did he leave?
-Mike! -What?
-I asked you to keep him here. -I did.
I gave you one job.
I ended up doing a hundred jobs.
John, one of the barmen was selling bad pills.
A kid in the VIP area went down.
-What am I meant to do? -Did Nick see this happen?
I don't know. Probably. I think so, but...
-Fuck sake! -The kid's fine, by the way.
-In case you're wondering. -[John sighs]
How long ago did Nick leave?
-Ask Simone. -I'm asking you!
-John! -What?
[Michael] I don't know. 10 minutes.
Who's Benny?
What?
That's who the barman was selling for.
-Hey, Nick... -[Michael] John, who is he?
It's John Ibrahim here. Look, sorry I missed you at the club.
If you can give me a call back when you get this,
anytime, that'd be great.
[hangs up]
Fuck!
[grim music]
[keys jangle]
[cell lock clicks]
[cell door opens]
[footsteps]
Righto, collect your stuff. We got a cell for you.
You'll be right.
[grabs plastic bag]
[Sam] Hold up, hold up.
[inhales sharply]
[hands over plastic bag]
Chin up, yeah?
Yeah.
No kicked dog, yeah?
[cell door slams]
[solemn music]
-Where do you want these? -[John] Where do you think?
Behind the bar with every other drink.
[Simone] Mopey! You know, last night
was one of the best nights we've had.
[Simone] Did Michael come home last night?
[John] I don't know. He's a big boy.
Did you even check his room?
-He let me down. -Well, that was my fault.
He told me to look after the barrister.
He was going after some young guy.
No, I told him to handle it, not you.
Yeah, and he did!
He handled everything.
[John speaks indistinctly]
[Simone] Oi! Look, you couldn't be there.
You had shit to do. Fine.
But you did not see how well he did.
So stop being a hard-arse and cut him some slack, OK?
OK.
Men!
-[doorbell rings] -Hey!
You own this place?
[John] I do.
Where's the cane?
I didn't think it was that kind of party.
Not yet. It might get that way later.
Come in. [clears throat]
-My day job's in real estate. -Really?
Want me to give you an appraisal?
[John] Appraise away.
Mmm, so far, so good.
[chuckles] I'm good.
Uh, you...you go for it.
The bathrooms are down the...
You'll find it.
[phone beeps]
Nick. John Ibrahim.
I, uh...I wanted to apologise for last night.
It all got a bit hectic.
But, uh, look. I'm hosting a recovery party at mine today.
I'll text you the address in case you wanted to come.
Hope to see you there.
[phone beeps]
And you reckon he was telling the truth?
-Seemed pretty real. -So what? Our pills are shit?
Well, yeah, they don't stick together too well.
[Benny] Maybe I was a little too hard on him.
Bag out, 10 grand in.
Look at this, guy! "Bag out, 10 grand in."
-[chuckles] -Ah, "Bag out, 10 grand in."
[coughs]
[dark music]
[yawns]
Last day inside, how you feeling?
[Funny Steve] Oh, like dog's balls, mate.
Think I had too many cocktail franks.
Oh, yeah, it was the cocktail franks.
[alarm blares]
-[guard] Sam! -Who is it?
-Sam! Go back to your cell. -Who the fuck is it?
[indistinct chatter over P.A.]
[guard] He tried to off himself.
[alarm continues blaring]
[upbeat dance music thudding in distance]
[phone rings]
Hello.
[man] Will you accept a call
from Long Bay Correctional Centre?
-Yeah. -Transferring you now.
-[line beeps] -[Sam] Hey, Michael.
-How you doing? -Sam.
Yeah, yeah, I'm all good.
-Where are you at the moment? -At home. Well, at John's.
He's working me pretty hard.
You got a party going on?
-Yeah, John does. -That'll be right.
[chuckles] Is it alright living there?
It's different, not like home.
Hey, I've been meaning to thank you for the 'nom' jumper.
Hey, listen to me, Michael. Um...
Why don't you forget all that Black Flags bullshit, yeah?
Stick to John. He's got good plans for ya.
-Michael? -Yeah, yeah. OK. That's fine.
We cool?
Yeah.
Good.
[muffled dance music plays]
[upbeat dance music plays]
[chatters inaudibly]
Hey there.
-Hey. -How good is this place?
It's wild, right?
I sold a place up the street last week
and it was half as nice.
I mean, the location is...
I'm in real estate
and it's all about location, location, location.
And X-factor.
The prestige market is all about the X-factor.
You know what I mean.
[sniffs sharply]
Nick.
Hey, good to see you. Thanks for coming.
Hey, um, I'm sorry I couldn't stick around last night.
[Nick] I got your messages. It's fine.
[John] I'm very happy to work through
any issues you might've had, tell my staff...
Nothing to discuss. Your staff did a terrific job.
Well, I'm...
..I'm very glad to hear that.
Better than a lot of clubs. There's bad ecstasy everywhere.
Look, I heard from Valentine Bracks.
You'll have no issues with us.
[grabs glass]
I appreciate that.
[glasses clink]
Cheers.
Help yourself. Enjoy. We'll talk.
He showed up. That's a good sign.
Think I pulled a rabbit out of my arse.
OK, Michael did.
Maybe you should tell him that.
[John] Mikey. Mikey!
Hey, Michael! Michael!
-Where you going? -I'm going to see my mates.
What mates? You got bail conditions. Just stay here.
This is you, John. I don't fit in here.
Don't go, alright?
Just stay. We'll hang. It'll get better.
Look, I, um...
..I probably didn't handle last night very well.
-[footsteps approach] -I wanted to say that I...
-Hello, you. -Hey.
Just...just give me one second, OK?
Hey, I've just been chatting with your new friend, Carmen.
[John] I met her last night. I barely know her.
Mike!
Michael!
[rock music plays]
[Kurt] Hey, I was gonna say... it's about time.
Fuck!
[Kurt] I thought you were gonna dog us.
[Michael] Wouldn't miss it, mate.
How you doing? Billy. How you going, brother?
[Billy] Be sneaky with it.
Guy behind the bar's a narc.
Tanya.
-[Tanya] Hey, Michael. -Move.
I'm having a conversation.
Didn't think I was gonna see you.
You want some?
Nah, I'm...I'm good.
Probably for the best. This shit's pretty strong.
Uh-huh.
[balls clack]
[Michael] Bro, come on.
The other night, what was with that shit?
What? Youse upset about last night?
Yeah, I'm upset about last night.
[Michael] That's cute. Here. Take that. Let's have a chat.
Come on. I hurt your feelings. I'm sorry.
[Billy] Hey, Kurt? Check what's that about.
Alright, what did youse wanna talk about?
-You dogged us, fuckin' prick. -Dogged ya?
Don't turn up to my club looking like a povvo.
-It's not that fuckin' hard. -[Jed] Supposed to be mates.
Don't fucking walk up on me!
You guys are carrying on like dickheads.
-Fuck you. -Yeah?
Ugh!
[all grunt and shout]
-Piss off! -[grunts]
Fuck.
[breaks cue in half]
[Jed screams]
[whimpering and screaming]
What the fuck did you do?
-What the fuck did you do?! -What?!
-Fuck, Billy, what did you do? -Hey! Billy!
[both shout indistinctly]
-[Isaac] Fuck! -[Jed wails]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[dark music]
[Michael whispers] John?
John?
-[Michael] John, it... -Shh!
OK.
Jed and Isaac, they wanted to have a chat about something.
They were upset, so we went outside, had a chat
and it turned into a little punch-on.
That's all it was meant to be until this dickhead steps in.
All I did was jab him in the arse!
-Alright? -Bullshit.
[Billy] Shouldn't have been that much blood.
It sounds like you hit a fucking artery.
Did any of you think to try and stop the bleeding?
-We... -Huh?!
We...we panicked. We took off.
[John] You...
How was he when you left?
He was fine.
OK, is anyone at this party that you trust?
-Tanya. -[Billy] Yeah, I think so.
[John] OK, call them.
-Now! -[Billy] Alright.
[John] Put her on speaker.
[phone beeps]
-[phone rings] -Fuck, Billy! Where did you go?
[Billy] Tanya, oi, listen.
-I need you... -Hey, shh.
[lowly] I need you to go tell me what's happening.
[Tanya] It's fucked. There are police everywhere.
And there's an ambulance out the front.
No-one's allowed to leave.
[Billy] Look, I need you to go find out what's going on.
Go find out how Jed is.
[Tanya] Fuck, Billy, I think he's dead. He's dead.
-[Tanya] Where'd you go? -[phone cracks]
Jesus Christ. Why'd you fuckin' stab him?
-I was trying to help you! -[John] Hey! Not now!
Just drop it, OK? That's not gonna fucking help.
[John] If the cops aren't letting people go
that means they're all potential witnesses.
How many people were at this thing?
I don't know. Like, 20.
They're all gonna be giving statements right now.
-And where was it? At a house? -It was at a pub.
So there was cameras.
There's no way out of this. You gotta turn yourselves in.
-You gotta go back. Go back. -We can't go back.
-Say you were in shock. -I say we run, get outta here.
Listen to me!
This is about damage control.
It's all gonna go a lot smoother if you do as I say.
You are gonna do some jail time, but...
-I'm not going back! -Why'd you fucking stab him?!
-Why'd you fucking do that?! -[John] Michael, get over there!
-Get your hands off me! -Calm the fuck down.
Mike.
You can't get away from this, OK?
-You can't run. -I don't know, John.
There was no-one else there when it happened.
There was an entire party of people that saw it.
It's done. You gotta go back.
No, I'm not going back.
Even if you didn't stab anyone, it's called in company.
You should tell the truth, OK?
You say it was an accident, no-one was supposed to get hurt.
Ibrahims don't give statements.
Mikey...
..please don't blow up your life right now.
Everything we talked about,
OK, the life, all of it,
it can still happen, but you need to face this first.
How the fuck is any of that gonna happen now, John?
I want you to trust me.
OK?
I will sort this, but I need you to trust me.
You need to go back.
So do they.
Listen to John.
-What? We just go back and... -Just listen.
This is what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna call my mate. He's a lawyer and he's good.
In the morning, we're gonna go to the police station...
Fuck that!
Billy, I'm not gonna lie to you. You're fucked.
Do you really wanna take these guys down with you?
Is that what you want?
No. Then do as I say.
We gotta assume that my place is bugged,
so when you go inside, don't talk.
Just shut up, have a shower, go to sleep,
and in the morning, we'll go in with the lawyer
and we'll work this all out, OK?
[John] Alright.
John...
..I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, John.
[Katie] What's going on?
[John] Nothing.
I heard shouting out the back, John.
Who's here?
No-one you need to worry about.
For fuck sake, John.
Let me in.
[John] Um...
Look, uh...
You knew what this was coming into it.
You need to go.
-John... -For your sake.
Please leave.
[tense music]
Huh!
[doorbell rings]
Catch you at a bad time?
It's before 7:00, Ray.
Early birds, worms.
What do you want?
It seems you are a fit and proper person after all.
Who knew?
[gate opens]
[gate shuts]
[reporter on TV] A tragic incident unfolded last night
in the western suburbs,
resulting in the death of a young man
following a bar brawl.
[reporter continues indistinctly]
Boys! The lawyer's gonna be here in 20 minutes. Get dressed!
Mikey!
[suspenseful music rises]