[buzzer blares]
So what's the plan?
I'm gonna turn it into the biggest
motorcycle club this country's ever seen.
Well, 'cause we're scaling up again, mate.
We are gonna own this city lock, stock and barrel.
Is there anything you'd like to share with me?
Nothing new.
OK.
[John] The cops are pushing for 11 years.
You were gonna make him turn himself in
no matter what I said
'cause you need to be in control of everything.
This was all about your fucking ego.
Our little brother is getting 11 years.
We're just gonna have to live with that.
Benny Vasquez.
Hey, it's good to finally meet.
[Dean] I am gonna give you as much product as you can sell.
You muscle up, you build yourself an army,
then we make our move.
They're strong, yeah?
[Dean] So we gotta be stronger.
[Dean] 'Cause they will make mistakes.
[Dean] When they do...
[Dean] ..we go at them in ways
they won't see coming.
[dramatic music]
[dance music plays]
[motorcycles rumble]
[man shouts]
[both grunt]
[people exclaim]
-[people scream] -[grunts]
[biker] OK, let's go! Go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
[engines roar]
[John] What are you, a fucking soccer player?
You're embarrassing me. Get back on the door!
[gunshots in distance]
What the fuck was that?
[Junior] Didn't get a good look.
It's OK, folks. It's OK. Sorry about that.
Anything?
They all hit the door. Nobody knows anything.
That's the third time this month.
-I think we have a problem. -[phone rings]
Yeah, what is it?
[Tiny moans] Oh, fuck!
[John] Tiny, what happened?
-[Pete] He's been shot. -[Tiny] Fuck...
Cameras.
[Pete] Give me your jacket now. Quick.
[John] Ask this guy if he saw anything.
Ladies, uh, did you see what happened here?
No? Enjoy your night.
You, hey, did you see anything?
-He said he saw nothing. -[Tiny moans]
Tiny! [claps] Hey, look at me.
-Did you see anything? No? -Nup, nup.
-You didn't see who shot you? -I didn't see anything, John.
-Was it one person? Two people? -I don't know. Don't know, John.
-Were they wearing balaclavas? -I didn't see! Fuck! [groans]
What?
Look, he knows.
He's just too fuckin' scared to say.
[grim music]
[gritty theme music]
-[dance music plays in distance] -Close the door.
We need to find out who the fuck's behind all this.
Bro, it's Benny, I'm telling you.
Benny?
The guys stomping our doors are bikies.
Benny could be working with bikies.
[Tongan Sam] Iron Bloods. [pours drink]
[John] Could be. Or one of the others. What's in it for them?
Benny wants access to move his gear,
pays the Iron Bloods to do the shit work for him.
Oh, that's expensive.
This feels like more than just access.
I mean, does Benny even have that much coin?
-Maybe. -Does he have the connections?
[Tongan Sam] It's hard to tell.
[John] If bikies are hitting our clubs,
then it's probably Sam that's dragging us into something.
You going to call him?
[John] Look, I'm gonna be honest with you guys.
I'm...struggling with this.
OK, I'm trying to make moves. I don't need this extra heat.
So can you just... Can you help me out?
Can you get out there, ask around,
find out what's going on and just do it quietly, please?
Can we get Simone in here?
She didn't show up for work tonight.
[tense music]
Excuse me! John!
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
[John groans] You're a journalist.
Fiona Allen.
I wanted to give you the chance to comment.
On what?
The rash of violence sweeping Oxford Street.
Maybe we could talk about your plans in the Cross.
[sighs] My plans aren't anyone's business.
-But you're a public figure. -Says who?
-Says the royal commission. -Nah, I'm a nightclub owner.
I don't care what any puffed-up cock in a wig says.
So set the record straight. Give me a comment.
Alright, I'll give you a comment.
-Is it recording? -Yep.
Fuck off.
Can you put that in print?
[low dark music]
[motorcycles rumble]
[men muttering]
Sammy!
[Hamish chuckles]
-Don't get up. -Yeah, I wasn't gonna.
Big set-up, Sammy.
Go big or go home.
Yeah, well, I think we should stay home more.
Kicking up a lot of stink out there.
-Just doing my thing. -Huh!
How many blokes you patched over lately?
At least two new Iron Bloods I see over there.
[Sam] I told you, I'm gonna make it
the biggest chapter Australia's ever seen.
[Hamish] Yeah, but a lot of blowback.
Not just on you. On anyone in Black Flag colours.
One in, all in. We're one-percenters.
Sure, sure.
But you don't have to be all in all the fucking time.
Just...cool it for a bit, alright?
Message received.
Good boy.
[Funny Steve] All cool?
[Sam] Do me a favour, will ya?
Find out where Dean checks in for parole.
The cunt's gotta come out of the woodwork sooner or later.
Alright. [pats Sam]
[exhales deeply]
[intense music]
[bubbling]
You're doing really good, mate. All your boys are.
So make sure the Marauders get theirs, alright?
Still don't have access, but, do we?
Well, keep up the pressure and John will break.
If he can't control the doors, he's fucked.
Sam's looking for you, and not in a good way.
Well, he hasn't found me yet, has he?
So let's just keep our distance.
Or...we could take them both out.
We don't want a war on two fronts.
You want to go at Sam,
you and your crew, just say the word.
[Dean] OK, get into the dance clubs, move our gear,
then we deal with the Ibrahims.
Unless they deal with us first, huh?
You know, that's probably what they're planning,
but they're too strong for us to take them head-on at the moment.
-Too strong for you. -Yeah, that's what I mean.
Nah, me, you, all of us.
[scoffs]
All of us.
We'll see.
Guy's got a fuckin' point.
[Dean] No, he doesn't.
Just gotta lie low a bit longer, get a bit bigger
and we will be untouchable.
You know Sam's coming at you.
Yep, but now Benny's coming at him
'cause I just riled the prick up.
He's gonna keep John and Sam distracted
so they won't see what's really going on.
You wanna tell me what the fuck is really going on?
So Benny thinks we're in business together, yeah?
But he's a fucking idiot.
This isn't about getting access to a couple of clubs, Ned.
This is about being part of a global fucking empire.
I'm talking billions of dollars, mate.
So Benny and John and Sam, they're no-one.
They just happen to be our current problem.
So we push them up against each other
and let them wipe themselves out.
'Cause we... [grabs bag and drops it]
..have more important things to do.
The world is ours, Ned.
[Ned grabs bag]
So I see in your file
that it was a late call to join the force.
Didn't really know what to do, I guess.
So do you enjoy being an AFP officer?
-[door shuts] -Yeah.
I love it.
Then explain something to me.
We caught you...
..on camera...
..at his house.
Now, I've called Melbourne -
don't worry, I haven't told anyone -
and people down there, they seem to like you.
They think you could be good.
You knew that we were watching him.
So what were you thinking?
No answer? OK.
Well, I don't want this to ruin your career, Larsen,
so I'm giving you a very special opportunity here.
A mole? You want me to be a mole?
Well, it's either that or resign now.
I mean, it's a free country, so your choice.
I'm not gonna let you blackmail me into doing this.
Well, you're not gonna be working either.
So you have till, hm...
You have till the end of the month to change your mind.
After that, I'll just have no choice
but to pass these on to the higher-ups.
-[speaks Arabic] -No, no, I'm full.
Yeah, I gotta get to work.
Yeah, work, work, always work.
No time for your mother, huh?
-Mum, you alright? -No, I'm not alright.
First, Michael goes away.
Now you and...and Sam, you don't talk?
You want to kill me?
It's those motorbikes, John. You know they ruin him.
[scoffs]
It's the other way around, Mum.
Call your brother.
Love you.
[speaks Arabic]
You with your fancy house and your cars and your watch...
You don't have enough?
I remember when we had nothing.
No, we had everything then.
[speaks Arabic]
Now you have nothing. [speaks Arabic]
What do you want from me, Mum?
Call your brother.
[sombre music]
[kisses]
[music darkens]
-[Carmen] All undervalued. -[bell on door rings]
All licensed, all Kings Cross, just like you asked.
Everything's for sale or lease?
If you move quickly.
And quietly.
Under the radar, right?
All you gotta do is tell me which one you want.
All of them.
John, that's... millions of dollars.
Uh-huh.
And millions more in refurbishment costs.
Yep.
Are you sure? You...you'll be all-in.
I get these properties, I get the other investors.
Now, the key is here, the space under the Coke sign.
I can put two big clubs in this space,
I can cycle the crowds up and down the strip all night.
And the Cross will come back bigger than it ever was.
Do it.
-[Carmen] OK. -[John] OK.
[tense music]
[car door shuts]
[officer] Hey! Hey, buddy! Stay right there.
-Put your hands on the roof. -What's your fuckin' problem?
[officer] We received a report about a suspicious figure
loitering outside the parole office.
What, and you think that's me?
We intend to search you and your vehicle.
[officer pats Sam]
[motorcycles rumble]
Anything in here, mate? Huh?
[phone rings]
[button clicks, phone stops ringing]
[puts phone down]
[voicemail] Hey, this is Katie. You know what to do.
[buttons click]
[phone trills]
Can I help you?
I want to come in. I was just...
Look, you're not authorised to come into this room.
Fine. I'll wait.
[door shuts]
[John] You seen Ray the last few weeks?
[Tongan Sam] Nah.
[John] So you don't know what he's up to?
That's Simone's department.
Where is Simone?
Still off sick.
[John] Pete. Good job.
John!
My brother, he got shot.
-Huh? -[John] What? Who shot him?
[Junior] I don't know. He was coming home.
Two blokes pull up on him, shoot him in the fucking leg, John.
Hey.
This was at your place?
[Junior] At my mum and dad's house.
He said they called out for me, John.
They thought it was me.
Whoever's behind this is getting too close,
too personal.
I mean, how the fuck did they find out
where his mum and dad lives?
Someone's dogging us.
Maybe, someone on the inside.
Any ideas?
Look, we need to put the word out to our people,
"Watch your backs."
Anything weird, out of sorts, I want to know about it.
I can't believe I fucking missed it.
Hey, it's both of us, not just you.
-Yeah? -OK.
No more.
[John] We just need to stay tight, ask some hard questions.
If there is a dog, I want to know who it is.
You OK to leave that with me?
Yeah.
[Tongan Sam speaks Tongan]
Hey, uh, John, uh...
..you got 100 grand you can spare?
[scoffs]
What for?
Insurance.
Sure.
See if you can find Simone while you're at it.
[horns honk in distance]
[instrumental music plays]
[John] This all of them?
Well, it's almost all of them.
The space under the Coke sign?
[sighs] Bit of a problem there.
What kind of problem?
Another interested party driving the price up.
Someone I know?
[car doors shut]
[Ray] James.
-[Ray] I was... -Hey, Ray!
Oh, hello, John. Didn't see you.
Hi. I'm John.
[both shake hands]
-James. -Pleasure.
James, let's adjourn this to the pavilion.
I'll be with you later.
Sure.
What are you doing, bidding on Kings Cross property, Ray?
Not just Kings Cross property, John.
I have an abiding interest in real estate in general.
OK, the vacant space underneath the Coke sign, then?
"Expand or die" - the logic of capitalism.
But I thought you understood that.
Oh, no, I do. It's just that place is no use to you.
I respectfully disagree.
It's a prime site, John.
No, it's not.
It's prime enough for you to want it
or we wouldn't be having this conversation now, would we?
That makes it a prime site
and I'll give you a good price when I own it.
[tense music]
[whispers] What are you doing, Ray?
Speculating.
Hey, any news on the ballistics from the doorman shooting?
No matches. The guy's not talking.
OK, but you still think this is John and Sam Ibrahim somehow?
Could be, indirectly.
There's a spike in violent attacks on John's doors.
Oh, it's gonna be Benny Vasquez trying to muscle in.
Nah, witnesses say it's bikies.
I don't buy that.
And why would Sam send out his troops
to fuck up his own brother's business?
It's not Sam's troops.
He's busy recruiting hard,
like, patching guys over to the Black Flags from other clubs.
As a general rule, not a very popular thing.
OK, but why would the other clubs
target John instead of Sam?
Well, maybe they think he's a softer target -
use John, send a message.
We get someone on the inside at Sam's
to blow this thing wide open.
-What about your soccer player? -I'm working on something there.
OK, well, keep working on it
'cause if John gets backed into a corner,
things are gonna get ugly fast.
[low tense music]
[engine rumbles]
[vehicle door shuts]
[man] It's all there.
Alright.
[motorcycle rumbles]
[Amir] That's at least 60 grand by the look of it.
You're already on bail with the first proceeds of crime charge.
You'll be remanded for that.
-[knock at door] -Come in.
[door opens]
-You wanted to see me? -Yeah, have a seat.
[Amir] And if any of the smash repairers
you were collecting from make a statement,
then you're up for obtaining money by intimidation,
which comes with serious time.
But it doesn't have to go this way.
If you...
..connect some dots for us...
..the DPP, they'll listen to our recommendations.
What dots?
Who is this guy?
-Why am I here? -[Doyle] Just keep watching.
[Amir] Who are you collecting for?
Come on. We both know the answer.
OK, let me ask you a question.
Has anything good happened in your life
since you met Sam Ibrahim?
Aymon!
This doesn't have to be your life!
You know that. You got a good family.
They want you back. They love ya.
You just gotta say the word.
"Yes, Sam Ibrahim is making me collect."
Fuck! OK, it's not about you.
You know there's lots of other little kids
getting caught up in this bullshit.
Do it for them.
"Yes, Sam Ibrahim is making me collect."
So are these really the type of people
you want to be consorting with?
John and Sam are not the same person.
You know that.
Here's what I know.
Sam and John ran Kings Cross
when it was wall-to-wall violence,
drugs, prostitution, extortion...
Yeah, the police had something to do with that, didn't they?
Well, those cops are gone. We're in charge now.
And what is going on in there
is a direct result of Sam and John
and all the shit they've done
and all the shit they continue to do.
Look, I understand that you really like him.
-OK? -Don't...
And that you want to see the good in him.
But they use each other to distract us,
to make us shift our resources around
in ways that benefit them.
That is how it works.
[dark music]
[John] What do you got for me?
Just call me the dog catcher.
[Tiny moans]
[Pete] It's our old mate Tiny.
Too much muscle, not enough speed.
-[gasps] -[John] Start talking.
I fuckin' held them off, you know, the first time.
-When? -A couple of weeks ago.
They tried to push their way into the club.
Me... We and the guys, we told them to fuck off.
-They came back. -Is this the other night?
They walked in and they just... They unloaded.
-How many? -There was three.
There was two Marauders and there was an Iron Blood.
[John] So the two clubs are working together.
So you gave Junior up.
They were gonna shoot my good knee!
Like this?
-What did they fucking want?! -Everything!
Names, homes, addresses. They're coming for everyone.
They're...they're not gonna stop.
[whimpers]
You gave us all up, you fucking dog.
-[gunshot] -[groans]
[Tiny keeps groaning]
Why'd you have to use my fucking car?
[Pete] The only place he'd fit.
Simone?
Yeah, about that, uh...
We found her, John,
and she's not in a good way.
[muffled dance music from outside]
[knock at door, door opens]
-Hey, um, John? -[John] Hey.
Um...
-[Tongan Sam] It's Simone. -Shit.
Bring that pillow over here.
-Junior, get some water. -OK, yeah.
What's happened? Just, yeah, give her a bit of space.
Hey.
It's OK.
[Simone weeps]
Talk to me.
Tell me what's happened.
He...he won't see me.
Who won't see you?
My doctor.
OK, you need a doctor? I'll get you a doctor.
No. [sniffs] My specialist.
I'll get you another one.
He's the only one in the city who will see us.
He does my hormones, my psych, everything.
[Simone sobs]
I've been with him from the start
and...and now...
..he won't see me.
-[John speaks softly] Hey. -[sobs]
It's OK.
-[Simone sniffles] -It's OK.
Simmie?
Why won't he see you?
It's gotta be Ray.
He's his landlord.
[Simone weeps]
Tell me what you need.
-It's not just drugs. -I know.
Tell me what you need.
Anything.
What are you gonna do?
[woman weeps] Give her back, please!
[sinister music]
[Benny chuckles]
-Yeah! -[Junior] Benny. Benny.
[Junior] Give her to me.
[baby burbles]
We need to have a word, you and me.
Give my daughter, then we can have a word.
-[woman whimpers] -[baby burbles]
I can respect that.
On second thoughts,
I think we're having a good time, aren't we?
Let's just talk while I hold her, huh?
-[woman trembles] -Say whatever you gotta say.
Oh, baby!
We're coming in.
You see any of my guys, any of these guys...
[whimpers]
..you're gonna get the fuck...
Oh! I'm sorry.
Uncle Benny has such a foul mouth.
You're gonna get out of the way.
You got that?
-[baby gurgles] -[woman whimpers]
-Yeah, I got that. -You got that?
-I've got that. -He's got it!
[woman trembling]
[Benny mutters]
-[baby cries] -Huh? Uncle...
[sniffs] You smell that?
I hope it's the little one that shit herself. [chuckles]
Let's go. I'll see you later.
-[weeps] Are you OK? You OK? -[Benny laughs]
-[dance music plays inside] -Right?
-How's Junior? -Spitting blood.
Makes two of us.
You're gonna have to suck it up for a bit, OK?
-That goes for the rest of us. -Why?
We know it's Benny. I'll fucking kill him myself.
It's not just Benny, OK? He's got partners.
Two bikie clubs.
[John] If Benny is pushing this hard to get into our clubs,
he's gotta have someone big behind him.
I don't know.
But until we know exactly who it is,
we don't make a move.
I promise you, Sam, we're not going to let this go.
-[Pete] Congratulations, man. -Hey?
You're both dead.
Good to see you too, Pete.
There are hides here, here...and here,
which means you won't see these fuckers coming
until it's too late.
-Who are you talking about? -Hitters.
They've got an open field of fire
and you've got absolutely no cover.
So, yeah...
..yeah, this right here?
This is exactly where I'd get you.
Look, we're just too vulnerable.
Got to get new locks, more cameras for the blind spots.
We need to change things up and put some protocols in place.
I guess you better come in, then, Pete.
[Pete] Not right now, John.
You and I have some place to be.
Leave your phone.
[motorcycle engine runs]
[John] Where the fuck are we, Pete?
[metallic clunk]
[alarm beeps]
[Pete] Alright.
-Anything goes wrong... -[light switch clicks]
..any work we gotta do...
..you dump your phone, leave your car...
..make sure you're not followed...
..and you come right here.
[John] Didn't get much for 100 grand.
Look again, mate.
[ominous music]
[chuckles]
Not bad, Pete. Not bad.
[Pete] These bastards are coming for us, John.
Let's be ready for 'em.
Let's make sure this fight is on our terms.
Good job.
[pop song plays]
Making new friends?
Oh, you know me, Steph. I make friends wherever I go.
[Steph] So I see.
Hey, Fiona! Hey!
Are you stirring up some shit or...or what?
-You talking to me, John? -Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Is there no code of ethics with journos?
-You can just print bullshit? -I'm reporting the facts.
If that stirs up shit for you, then it's not my fault.
I think someone's feeding you crap and you're just eating it.
Those attacks on Oxford Street have nothing to do with me.
Why would I destroy my own fucking club?
It's...it's dumb.
I didn't say you're responsible.
No, you just put the idea out there
and you let people draw their own conclusions from it.
[key jangles]
Look, there is a lot happening here that you don't understand.
Like, you actually have no idea what's happening.
OK, so why don't you tell me what's actually happening?
I can't do that, Fiona. You know that.
Well, I guess I'll have to rely on my other sources, won't I?
Oh, right. Well, what sources?
-They're anonymous. -They're anonymous?
So anyone can write anything and you just, you, what, print it?
Anonymous to you, not to me.
Journos...integrity.
-And they speculate... -[car door shuts]
-..there's a nasty element... What did you say?
There is speculation that there's an element...
-Thanks. -For what?
-[John] Fucking Ray. -John!
[John] You got balls. I'll give you that.
Waxed and shiny.
Backgrounding journos now?
You may say that. I couldn't possibly comment.
See, I'd go to threaten you, but I think it'd give you a hard-on.
Ooh, sauce.
See, you keep acting like my enemy, Ray...
..I'm gonna have to start treating you like my enemy.
Darling heart, I'd be devastated.
Would ya?
What are you playing at?
I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine.
-Thanks. -[waitress puts cup down]
You wouldn't happen to know anything about
the bikies that are slapping up my doormen, would you?
I don't deal with bikies. That's your territory.
I prefer more subtle forms of persuasion.
Your subtle mind-fuck tricks
are getting in the way of me seeing what's coming next.
What's coming, John?
You keep making me focus on you
and it's putting the people I actually care about in danger.
What else are you gonna bring to our street?
Oh, don't do that.
Whatever problems there are were always there, Ray.
I'm not bringing anything.
I'm just trying to deal with the shit
that's in front of me right now and I'm doing my best.
-You are just... -A faggot?
A traitor.
I know what you did to Simone.
She was one of yours.
[solemn music]
She's also one of mine.
You hurt her, you hurt me.
You don't want to be my enemy, Ray.
Trust me, you don't.
[solemn music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[speaks Arabic]
What did I say?
You told me he wanted to see me.
[sighs]
[weeps and exclaims in Arabic]
[continues exclaiming and weeping]
[continues exclaiming in Arabic]
Just sit down for five minutes and then you can fuck off.
Good for me.
You need to go easy on Mum, yeah?
She doesn't understand you're a fuckwit.
-Me? -Yeah.
Mr Man With a Fucking Plan, thinks his shit doesn't stink.
At least my shit doesn't push up on your front door
and fucking shoot people.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Benny Vasquez making moves,
trying to put his gear in all my venues,
backed by the bikie clubs you've pissed off.
-Since when? -Since months.
We think he's got a big manufacturer.
We just don't know who it is.
It's Dean Taylor.
The fucking snake's been playing everyone.
He tried to play me.
No, it's not. That weak prick was done a long time ago.
No, no, no. He's muscled up big-time.
He's working with the Marauders and the Iron Bloods
and he drove my guys into Benny.
Well, why would he do that?
'Cause that's what the weak prick does.
He steers people into each other.
[thuds table]
Listen, we've gotta be able to talk
even when we're...
Even when you're being a fuckwit?
Bashed doormen and dickhead druggies
moving their stuff into my venues I can handle.
But you've turned every fucking
bikie club in the country against us.
Me?
You're the one who put Dean on show,
made him start looking for muscle.
Only after you put Dean into Stripperama
and almost got me killed because you fucking vouched for him.
-Fucking relax. -You relax!
[mum calls out in Arabic]
Come on. Enough!
Sit the fuck down.
It doesn't matter now, alright?
We're gonna make a statement.
We're gonna make sure they know they can't walk over us.
You kick things off, it's gonna go on for years.
I will handle this.
I thought you were fucking Mr Legit now.
Stick to your earpieces and your business suits.
-I can handle this quietly. -This is a street thing.
We're gonna smash them and then we're gonna let everybody know
that we fucking smashed them.
-That's the Ibrahim way. -No, that is your way.
And it's gonna put you right back into fucking prison.
Sam, don't...
[footsteps recede]
-I gotta go, alright? -Sure?
[speaks Arabic] Wait.
[door shuts]
[speaks Arabic]
-What did you say to him? -Don't worry about it, Mum.
You have no forgiveness in you.
No, I just have no room for mistakes...
Tell me, how can you live like this?
I don't have a choice.
Not with this family.
This family has been there from the beginning.
They will be there in the end.
We need people, John, all of us.
Don't forget that.
[murmurs]
[kisses]
[raunchy hip-hop music plays]
[phone rings]
[heavy ragged breathing on phone]
[chuckles] Mate, you're shitting yourself, huh?
Relax, it's me, Sam.
Hey, um...I wanted to call you.
What's this shit that you're pulling with Dean?
What the fuck are you thinking, bro?
It's a big fuck-up, you know?
And now...
..I'm looking at another one of your boys
patched over to us.
Who?
You know, Dean's taxi driver bum boy.
The pretty one.
Hey, Ned?
You've been around long enough to know what happens next, yeah?
We're coming for you.
[line beeps]
[grim music]
[upbeat dance music plays]
[muffled music continues in distance]
It's going absolutely nuts down there.
So I can see.
It's 'cause we created something pretty great, huh?
Welcome back.
You good?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Hey, I just wanted to say, um, whatever you did...
..thank you.
My doctor will see me any time I need.
It's about time you owned your own club, don't you think?
[glass clinks]
[puts down glass]
Really?
Pitch me.
[picks up glass]
How about a home for the curious and confused?
[glasses clink]
[glasses thud]
[puts glass down]
-[Simone laughs] -Done.
Back to work.
You know, I never got why people didn't like you.
[chuckles] It's one of the world's great mysteries.
-[Simone] Mm-hm! -Uh-huh.
[phone rings]
-Hi. -[John] Oh!
So you didn't get killed in the line of duty, then?
Not yet. Sounds like you haven't either.
[John] Not yet. I wasn't sure you'd answer.
-What are you doing? -Just heading home.
-[keys jangle] -[John] Oh, that's exciting.
It will be. I've got about three loads of washing to do, so...
[chuckles] Well, if you're open to other offers,
I've probably got something a little bit more exciting
you could be doing.
[pensive music]
-You still there? -Yep.
Look, John...
..things are complicated.
Always.
[Larsen] Yeah, they might be a little more
complicated for me than for you at the moment.
[John laughs] That is pretty fucking complicated, then.
Yeah.
-Uh, I just think we need to... -Don't think.
Why don't you come around later?
And we'll talk.
I don't know.
Got it.
[phone beeps]
[flip phone shuts]
[Pete] The letterbox here.
[car door shuts]
[car drives off]
[letterbox lid shuts]
[John sighs] Pete and his fucking protocols.
[dramatic music]
[gunshots]
-[gunshot] -Ugh!
[gunshots]
Oh!
[gunshot]
Fuck!
[gasping] I'm fine.
-Get rid of the car. -[car door shuts]
[waves roaring]
[panting]
-[John] Where's the other one? -Got away.
[John] Hey.
-[man whimpers] -Shh, shh, shh.
Take it off.
-Oh, no... -Take it off!
Help me, please.
-[John kicks] -Ugh!
[puts gun away] Alright, relax.
Who sent you?
[breathes sharply]
[John] I asked you a question.
Don't look at him. Look at me.
Who sent you?
Benny Vasquez? The Iron Bloods? Marauders?
OK, come. It's OK.
-[man grunts] -So you wanna be a hit man, eh?
-Hope you can swim. -[man grunting]
-[Tongan Sam] OK, here we go. -No, no, no, no, no, no!
[man screams]
[engine stops]
[pensive music]
[intercom buzzes]
[John] Katie.
John.
What the fuck's happened here?
Nothing.
You should probably get going.
No way. No, you told me to come here.
Now I'm telling you to go. You can't be here.
Yeah, and how many times has that happened?
What?
You telling me to go because of stuff
you can't tell me about or just won't.
So just tell me what's gone down here.
This has nothing to do with you.
Of course it does. I'm a cop.
Now you want to play that card?
Yeah, I do because the whole street stinks of gunpowder.
Katie, listen to me.
I am trying to protect you.
This is not your fucking world.
You don't wanna get caught up in this shit.
And you are not here as a cop.
Looks like you've got a choice to make.
[footsteps recede]
[metal clinks]
[suspenseful music]
[metal clinks]