Thing's a real panty-raiser.
(GRUNTS)
We have a problem.
SUSI: You could sell,
walk away, retire, do whatever you want.
TERRY: Can you hold onto this, please?
HUELA: You know there are people who can help you detox?
HENLEY: This is Lachlan Jennings.
HENLEY: The new VP, he's, uh, hard to please.
ALL: Cheers!
PHIL ON PHONE: Unfortunately,
you have been deemed too high a risk.
It was you who decided to go all in on a fucking dog track.
Chemist Galore just emailed our contract.
Yes!
This thing says we're not getting paid for three months.
(SOFTLY) Fuck.
We found traces of this berry.
What kind of berry?
DR YORCK: The maqui berry.
(SIGHS)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
VICKI: Oh, my God. Martin, it's here!
(SIGHS) I can't open it. I'm too nervous.
OK, remember, they're just proofs.
They might not look perfect.
Just open the frickin' box, Martin.
OK.
(DROPS BLADE)
(GASPS) Oh!
It's beautiful!
Oh, my God.
Spray nozzle looks a tad off, but, overall, nice job.
So we're doing this?
I think we really are.
Now, look, you know this isn't gonna be easy.
We're gonna have to work harder than we've ever worked before.
Martin,
I'm willing to do whatever is necessary to make us a success.
Whatever is necessary.
SONG: ♪ Who loves the sun?
♪ Who cares that it makes plants grow?
♪ Who cares what it does
♪ Since you broke my heart?
♪ Who loves the wind?
♪ Who cares that it makes breezes?
♪ Who cares what it does
♪ Since you broke my heart?
♪ Bah bah-bah-bah
♪ Who loves the sun?
♪ Bah bah-bah-bah
♪ Who loves the sun?
♪ Bah bah-bah-bah... ♪
(VICKI SIGHS) God.
I cannot believe Chemist Galore fucked us in the small print.
MARTIN: No, no, no.
-Our deal is solid. -(VICKI SIGHS)
It's just not gonna pay out for a few months.
I was gonna get such a fancy blender.
Like, an absolute ice obliterator, you know?
Like, I was just gonna fuck up so much ice.
Going national doesn't mean we can start recklessly spending.
Yes, it does. That's exactly what it means.
No, to meet our commitments,
we need to, like, reinvest any profits.
Boring. This is so fucking boring.
Vic, if we wanna survive long term,
we're gonna need financial backing, right?
Private equity or investors...
Yeah, and if we wanna physically survive, like,
continue to live,
then we need to pay Mony back today.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ooh! Ooh! We could, uh, sell the car.
The thing barely runs.
It wouldn't get us 20 grand anyway.
Definitely not.
Does Australia have a lottery?
Uh, yeah, but odds aren't generally great.
Even here? There's, like, 150 people.
Whatever. It's probably rigged here too.
(SIGHS)
OK, what about a soft bank robbery?
Hear me out. Not guns. Nothing scary.
Just, like, a nicely worded note
we kind of slip to the teller.
No. No, no, no. No more crimes, Vicki.
-God. -You're not fun.
-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -Shit.
(VICKI WHISPERS) Go. Go, go.
Oh, it's Joyce.
Hey. Come in.
We need to talk.
Oh.
Hi, Joyce.
In private.
Oh, OK. Yeah.
(MENACING MUSIC)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Oh, fuck.
(COUGHS)
(VOMITS)
(MOANS)
(COUGHS)
MONY: This place is dead, Brock.
We need to talk about how to attract more punters.
BROCK: What do you have in mind?
Well, you know, name change, for starters.
Something exciting like, uh... DashDome.
DashDome in neon lights.
And we could have, um, bottle-service babes,
DJs on the weekend.
Yeah, yeah, bit of classic house for the crowd,
bit of techno for the heads,
some drill for the homies.
Make it a destination, like the casino.
Soon the money will be pouring in.
Tried that a few years ago.
-Tried what? -Modernisation revamp.
New logos, singles nights,
silent disco.
Didn't work.
Regulars hated it. Attendance dropped.
So I reverted.
Yeah, well, something has to change.
It's a dog track. Dogs race, people bet.
Not much room for change.
This is not what I signed up for.
This is exactly what you signed up for.
I am wasting my time here.
Well, then maybe we should part ways...
..amicably.
What do you say?
(GRUNTS)
Fuck! The fuck?
I said amicably!
I was never great at goodbyes.
-(BROCK GROANS) -Goodbye.
(SIGHS) It's a brutal sport anyways.
Does leave us a bit tight on the financial front.
Yeah, I'm fuckin' aware, Dave, but thank you for reminding me.
Hey, we do actually have
a couple of debts that we could collect.
Who's up?
-Vicki Marvin. -Who?
Vicki. She's an American chick. Owes 20 grand.
Oh, yeah. She was a bit of a looker.
-Let's go get our money. -(CHUCKLES)
Well, you missed a...
..a real roller-coaster last night at dinner, huh?
I did not think we were gonna land that plane, but...
I know about the woman.
That, uh...woman?
The blackmailer.
Susi. Or whatever name she used with you.
(CHUCKLES) I don't know what you're...
-Martin. -..what you're talking about.
There's a video.
Did you watch it?
The date on the video
is the night before her associate was murdered.
Which doesn't mean you killed him.
I-I didn't kill anyone!
But when I learned that trace amounts of a particular berry
were found inside the crocodile that ate the dead man,
and that the same berry is an ingredient in Tansform,
it became hard to believe you weren't involved.
What happened, Martin?
(SIGHS)
(MUTTERS) Shit. OK.
(PHONE RINGING TONE)
-DENISE ON PHONE: Vicki! -Hey!
Hi! Mom, how are you?
I'm fine. How are you?
I'm good. I'm great, I'm great.
We, um...
We just got a national distribution deal for Tansform,
which is great, so...
Um, to reiterate, things are great.
-(LAUGHS) -Well, isn't that good to hear!
Yeah, no, it's good, it's good.
It's just that... for this next phase of growth,
we need a small cash injection.
So we - Martin and I - were thinking that...that...
..maybe you would consider helping us out with a small loan
or an investment, really, you know?
Ohh.
-What does that mean? -What does what mean?
Well, you said, "Ohh,"
with, like, an undertone.
I just said, "Oh."
No, you said, "Ohh."
Which is...different.
When I arrived in Sydney,
you and I had dinner,
it didn't end well
and I thought we were over.
I met this woman.
It was a one-night thing.
But the...the woman and her associate,
they had this video.
So I...I paid.
(SIGHS) But things got out of control.
This guy, he tried to kill me, right? It was self-defence.
If it was self-defence, why didn't you call the police?
We're Americans in a foreign country.
Vicki bought a gun.
We're handing thousands of dollars to a criminal.
I don't know - I didn't know what to do.
Why didn't you leave? Run?
Look, I knew if I left, it was over for us.
And to me, that was the worst possible outcome.
God, you...
You knew I was investigating.
Didn't you think I'd find out?
I hoped that if you did,
that you'd understand it was a mistake.
(SCOFFS) It's a pretty big fucking mistake.
I know, I know. But I didn't want it to destroy us.
And somehow - and you gotta admit this -
it started to help.
What?
I just shouldn't be surprised.
Surprised by what, Mom?
By you calling me, begging me for money.
I'm not begging. It's a loan/investment opportunity.
Right.
Well, what does that mean?
(DENISE SIGHS)
MARTIN: In that moment,
everything in my life that had been holding me back
just went away, right?
All the anxieties, all the fears, they paled in comparison
to what I survived.
And I...I was different.
Truly different. And you noticed.
You...you think this is what I wanted?
No, of course not, alright?
But hasn't it been working between us?
Martin!
No, tell me. Tell me.
Hasn't it been better?
Hasn't it been good?
Jesus! You...
You killing someone
cannot be the thing that saves our marriage.
I know.
What if it is?
I really thought it might work this time,
but I should... I should know better.
I mean, this just is who you are.
You know what, Mom?
It is who I am, and...
..it's working, so...
..keep your money - I don't need it.
Oh, good!
Good!
Because I just spent all my savings on a houseboat,
and the docking fees are astronomical.
Everything is expensive.
-As soon as you... -Great, OK.
I have to go, actually, so I'll talk to you later.
-Do you know... -(ENDS CALL)
If you don't want me in your life anymore,
I'll leave right now.
I'm not saying that.
And if you wanna publish your story,
I'm not gonna stand in your way.
I can't publish now.
Is there...
..any way that...
..we're gonna get past this?
I don't know, Martin.
(STEAM HISSES)
SKINNER: Ozan.
She's gotta go.
-Who? -Mony.
Skinner.
We talked about this.
Ozan!
My reputation is being dragged all over the city.
By who?
Fuckin' everyone!
The council voted.
You need to accept the decision.
Nah, fuck that.
We need to get everyone back in
so we can vote again.
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
Do you know why I bought this place?
'Cause it's a cash-only business.
Because I like to fold laundry.
Calms me down.
When things get to me,
I come back here.
And after 20 minutes,
I'm a new man.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Find yourself something to fold, Skinner.
(MUTTERS) Fuck!
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
VICKI: Hey.
What's wrong?
Joyce knows.
Knows what?
Everything.
Like...murder everything?
OK.
Uh, how did she know?
Maqui berry in the exploded croc.
Goddamn maqui berry.
OK, uh...
OK. OK.
So, what, are we gonna, like,
be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow?
She's not writing the story.
That's good.
That's great.
Right? Did she... Did she tell anybody else?
Doesn't sound like it.
OK! OK.
So we're good, then.
I'm guessing
the 'save the marriage' thing is a bit up in the air?
A bit, yeah.
Maybe she's just trying to process that...
..her husband murders people now.
You think?
I am sorry, Martin.
Thanks, Vicki.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(WHISPERS) It's Mony!
Mony?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What do we do?
(MOUTHS SILENTLY)
I don't understand what you're saying.
-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -Follow me.
VICKI: Come on. Come on, hurry.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hurry!
MARTIN: Hurry. Hurry, come on!
(ALARM CHIRPS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
Jesus, Martin.
-I thought you were helping! -Get up. Hurry.
Go. Go, go, go, go, go!
Alright, you know the drill.
Look around, see if there's anything valuable.
(SPRAYS)
(SNIFFS)
-MARTIN: OK. -Shh, shh.
-Oh, shit! -Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
-Shh! -Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!
-Fuck, fuck. -Shut up, shut up, shut up.
(SPOOKY MUSIC)
MONY: Oh, hey.
(LIGHTER FLICKS)
You seen an American lady around here?
Thanks for your help.
(CIGARETTE CRACKLES)
VICKI: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
We need to get the fuck out of this country right now.
-You don't have a passport! -Oh, and that's my fault?
No, that is my fault. That's my fault. I'm sorry.
-OK, let me think, let me think. -Oh, my God. What do we do?
(GASPS) Terry!
-Torres? -Yes!
Yes, he just got $75,000
for finding Kash's murderer or whatever.
Yeah, he's not exactly our biggest fan.
OK, and tell me what other choice we have, Martin.
Right, OK. OK, OK.
-(STARTER MOTOR WHIRRS) -Start it, start it.
Oh, come on! Not now!
Please, please, please, please,
Australian Jesus or whoever the fuck!
-It's starting, it's starting... -(MOTOR STARTS)
Oh, here we go! OK, OK.
Shh, shh, shh, shh. Quiet, quiet.
Hey, you reckon this works?
I don't know, I've never tried it.
MONY: Maybe you should.
Why?
Well, 'cause of your paleness.
Uh, I'm not that pale.
Yeah, you are.
-He's got that anaemia thing. -Do you?
No, I don't.
Shut up, man.
Nah, I'm just sun smart.
Well, I don't like it,
so later, I'm gonna give you a glow-up.
Let's go.
(CHUCKLES)
(MUTTERS) Fuck.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
(PUTS LID ON)
(PEDESTRIAN SIGNAL CHIRPS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)
SKINNER: Mate, talk shit and I'll fuck you. Yeah?
Buy you another, Skinner?
Aren't you one of Mony's people?
Yeah.
Then fuck off!
She didn't send me.
Ah, yeah, sure, right, yeah.
Fuckin' believe that shit.
If she knew that I was talking to you,
she would pull out my fingernails.
OK. What do you want?
I'm looking for an exit from my current employment situation.
I'm not hiring.
I'm not interested in a job.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
NOVA: So since we've come up empty with the medical examiner,
I've been thinking about Martin's timeline.
There's 24 hours between the video of Martin and Susi
and Kash dying.
So what was he doing?
Nova, I, um...
I talked to him.
OK, but...what did he say?
He, uh, was approached at a bar, he...
..slept with Susi.
They blackmailed him.
And...the other bit?
He...didn't kill Kash.
-Yeah, he had an alibi. -You checked it?
Yeah, it...it wasn't him.
So...
Guess that's good news, right?
Well, yeah! It's...it's good.
Narrows down our search. So, um...onwards?
Actually, um, I... I think we should
put everything on the backburner.
What? Why?
My boss at 'The Graph' caught me working on the story.
Threatened my job if I didn't stop.
Joyce, we're that close to solving it. I can feel it.
I know, but this is my career.
We'll put it on the backburner, just for a bit.
MARTIN: Kinda reminds me of Uncle Dick's place in Florida.
VICKI: Yeah.
MARTIN: Except the alligators are...
..are crocodiles instead.
VICKI: Yeah.
VICKI: OK.
MARTIN: So, uh, how do you wanna approach this?
Direct route, then.
Hey, Terry?
Hey, bud?
Oh, fuck.
Maybe he's not home.
MARTIN: His car's here.
I'm gonna go round the back.
Terry?
Hey, Terry?
(VICKI CONTINUES KNOCKING)
Vicki!
-VICKI: What? -Come here.
Looks like he's napping.
-Yeah. -No.
Hey, Terry?
-MARTIN: Terry! -Time to wake up, buddy!
(CONTINUES KNOCKING)
Oh... Why is he not moving?
Oh, God.
Terry! Terry!
Terry!
(GLASS SMASHES)
OK.
What the hell, just add breaking and entering to the list.
VICKI: Shut up.
MARTIN: Oh, looks like he's still breathing.
Why is he handcuffed to the bed?
He's detoxing. Look.
Sleeping pills. Puke bucket.
-Do we wake him up? -Um...
Hey, Terry?
Hey, bud? Terry?
He's really out of it.
Maybe that's not the worst thing in the world.
OK, I'm gonna do it. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.
(OPENS ZIPPER)
Oh, my God.
We are not stealing from a man who's going through withdrawals.
I'm not saying 'stealing', I'm saying 'borrowing'.
Borrowing?
OK, I understand,
but what other choice do we have?
-VICKI: OK. OK. -(MARTIN MUTTERS)
(ZIPPER BUZZES)
TERRY: Hey, hey, hey.
BOTH: Oh!
-TERRY: What the fuck? -Oh, shit!
MARTIN: No, this is not what it looks like!
You're fucking robbing me!
VICKI: No, no, no! Not robbing, not robbing, Terry, Terry.
I wanna be really clear, we're not robbing you.
What are you doing? Let go of the fucking bag!
We want to, we really do.
But we owe Mony a lot of money.
Let the fucking bag go!
VICKI: Buddy, we'll pay you back.
MARTIN: With interest.
I don't think he's gonna let go, Martin.
OK. OK.
Vicki, let go of the fucking bag! Come on!
-Fuck. You're so fucking strong. -TERRY: Come on!
-Sorry, buddy. Gotta do this. -No, Martin! Martin! Careful!
TERRY: Don't fucking dare! Fuck! Fuck!
It'll be a short-term thing.
-I promise. -Short-term.
-You cunts are fucking dead! -MARTIN: OK, sorry.
-Sorry, sorry. -VICKI: Good luck. Come.
-MARTIN: OK. -TERRY: Fuck! Fuck!
(TERRY GRUNTS AND GROANS)
Sorry. Gotta take this too.
Fuck! (SCREAMS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey.
Listen.
Last night, I said some things.
I was wrong.
Fuckin' right you were.
You're just doing your job.
You know, trying to get us back on our feet.
I lost it, Mones.
But I think I know how to make it up to you.
(MAGPIES WARBLE)
(SIGHING)
MONY: What's this?
Figured he needed a permanent home.
Oh. Yeah.
It's...it's a good spot.
-SUSI: Mmm. -Yeah.
Um...
Uh, when Kash died, I...
..I think a...a...a part of me died with him, you know?
I haven't really been myself.
The interrogations.
Losing the casino.
-Stupid fucking dog track. -(CHUCKLES)
I shouldn't have hit you, Suse.
You're a really good friend.
I don't have many.
You know, I...I don't think this life is for me anymore.
Uh, I think maybe you were right.
You know? We should, um...
Let's look into that real estate deal.
You know? Think about...selling Fun Time.
-What? -Yeah.
Let's move on.
Really?
Yeah.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
-Gun! -(GUNSHOTS)
(MUTTERS) Fuckin' bitch.
(WHISPERS) Fuck.
SKINNER: Come on, Mony.
Out ya come.
Was just trying to scare ya.
Come out, wherever you are!
-(FLAME WHOOSHES) -(SKINNER SCREAMS)
-(FLAME CONTINUES WHOOSHING) -(SKINNER CONTINUES SCREAMING)
-Argh! -(GUN CLATTERS)
(SKINNER GRUNTS)
-(THUD) -(SKINNER GROANS)
(SKINNER MOANS)
SKINNER: No, Mony. Mony, I was only just...
(GUNSHOT)
(TWO MORE GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOT)
-(VICKI CHUCKLES) -Oh, my God.
There is more than 20K in here, Martin.
A lot more!
Yeah, OK, we'll take out what we need
and we'll give all the rest back to Terry.
Ugh! God, Terry.
Is he gonna be mad at us?
Yeah. But we'll make it up to him.
OK. Is he gonna be OK? Fuck.
-Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine. -We'll make it up, make it up.
-We'll make it up! -Yeah.
-He's gonna be fine. -Yeah.
Holy shit! Did we do it?
I think we did it.
(LAUGHS) Oh, my God.
OK! This calls for a little celebratory heat.
No, no, no.
The car makes a weird noise when you put the heat on.
The car makes a lot of weird noises.
No, the last thing we need right now is to break down.
Martin, take a deep breath, man.
We got the money for Mony.
The distribution deal's coming.
Technically, you're still married to Joyce, right?
-I mean, I think... -Yeah, but...
..we deserve a little celebratory heat.
-No. Come on, stop. Stop. -Get your hand out of there.
-Stop! You're messing this up! -Please. Stop. No, you stop!
-You stop. -You stop!
-Get your hand out of there! -Arrgh!
OK, OK. Five minutes.
-Thank you. -(SIGHS)
(CAR MAKES WEIRD NOISE)
OK, I gotta admit that feels pretty nice.
-I mean, it smells awful. -Yeah.
But it...but it feels nice.
-I'll take that as an apology. -Yeah.
Yeah.
(CAR CONTINUES MAKING WEIRD NOISE)
Uh...what is that?
-The flame? -Yeah, the...the flame.
Car just does that sometimes.
What do you mean, "Car just does that sometimes"?
If you just go faster, it'll go out.
No, that'll make it worse!
Wait, no, don't slow down. What did I just say?
Just do what I said. Go faster and the flame...
No, that doesn't make any sense.
Martin, it makes perfect sense.
It's like blowing out a birthday candle.
The car's velocity is like human lungs.
That's not how science works.
-Yes, that is how science works! -No, that's not how...
Yes, it is how science works!
-No! -Just go faster.
No, I'm pulling over in the parking lot.
-(HORN HONKS) -Yeah, we know!
Keep driving.
MARTIN: We'll call someone to put the fire out.
VICKI: No, Martin, don't pull over. I said don't pull over.
Does that make sense to you? Oh, my God. OK.
OK. Come on. Come on. Get out.
-Fine! -Get out!
-My God. -Get away from the car!
-If you just listened to me... -Come on. Come on.
..we wouldn't have to do this, Martin.
We have to call somebody or something.
-Oh, my God. -Wait, where's the money?
Shit.
(EXPLOSION)
(GLASS PIECES CLINK)
-Oh, my God. -Oh, my God...
Maybe the money's OK?
(EXPLOSION)
(DESOLATE MUSIC)
OK.
Given the situation,
I think we have one realistic option.
We sneak onto a cargo ship,
we seal ourselves inside a shipping container
and we just...hope that we make it home
before we starve to death in a giant metal box.
What do you think?
We'd be looking over our shoulders
for the rest of our lives.
The other option - we turn ourselves in.
I don't wanna leave, Vicki.
I get that you want Joyce back.
No, no, no. It's not just about Joyce.
Yeah, but isn't she the whole reason you wanted to come here?
Yeah, but it's bigger than that now.
We're...we're building something special here.
I just don't wanna give it up.
I think we should stay.
(CHUCKLES)
I like your conviction, but... what do we do about Mony?
We can't just show up empty-handed.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Who says we'll be empty-handed?
-(RATTLING) -(GRUNTS)
Fuck!
-HUELA: Terry? -Ah, thank fuck.
Where's the key?
Christ, Tez.
The fucking key, NOW!
(PANTS) Easy.
TERRY: This is not about the pills.
I need to fix something.
What do you need to fix?
TERRY: I got fucking robbed.
By who?
It doesn't matter! Just fucking unlock me!
Terry, you're handcuffed to your fucking caravan.
You look like a total maniac
and you're asking me to release you
to...to do what?
To get my fucking money back.
How?
Let me take care of that.
I know you think this is worth it.
But the things that you're doing to try and fix yourself
are destroying the person I loved.
Just fucking unlock me!
(SIGHS) Oh, God. Thank God, thank God, thank God.
I can't help you anymore.
TERRY: The fuck are you doing?!
Get back here!
Huela!
-Huela! Fuck! -(RATTLING)
I've never had anyone save my life before.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm just glad you're OK.
You reacted fast.
Almost as if you knew it was coming.
What?
Yeah.
I mean, you said you had a surprise for me
and then you took me to an isolated location and...
..suddenly some fuck's trying to kill me.
Mones, I had nothing to do with it.
Fuck, he...he was shooting at me as well!
Yeah.
Mmm.
You have been talking a lot about getting out, Suse.
I'm not going anywhere.
You sure about that?
What else would I even do?
Hmm.
(SIGHS)
Nice piece.
Thank you, Skinner.
(NOVA MUTTERS) OK, here we go.
Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you're Joyce's boss, right?
-Joyce, yeah. Why? -I'm one of her friends.
From way back.
Well, not that far back, but...
OK! (LAUGHS)
Look, I get why you want Joyce
to stop the Kash Monroe investigation.
'The Graph' doesn't do crime anymore.
You wanna focus on short-form. Attention spans and all.
I get it.
But no-one is going to be distracted
when they hear this story.
I mean, severed limbs, extortion rackets,
money-laundering theme parks.
It's the type of drama people become obsessed with,
the type of investigation that wins awards.
And I know you might be concerned with our progress,
but Joyce is an amazing journalist.
Dedicated, curious, courageous.
She's taught me a lot.
And if anyone can get to
the bottom of this mystery, it's her.
So...would you reconsider?
Can you remind me - who's Kash Monroe?
Dead crim.
Hand found in an exploded croc. How do you not...
You literally just told Joyce to stop working on this.
Joyce and I haven't talked about that in weeks.
Is she saying I spoke to her about it?
No.
-No. -(DUBIOUSLY) OK.
Well, can I go now?
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
Hi.
We're here to see Mony.
How do you two know each other?
I mean, how does anybody know anybody, you know?
We're siblings.
-Hey. -Ah!
The plot thickens.
Hey, Mones!
You won't believe this,
but these two are brother and sister.
MONY: Huh.
You don't say.
VICKI: I mean, makes perfect sense, right?
Your brother blackmails him.
We use what little money we have to pay him,
which leaves us broke, so then I gotta go find a loan,
which leads us here.
Tidy little circle.
Well, it's not that tidy a little circle
'cause, you know, you still owe me money.
-$20,000. -Plus interest.
Thank you very much.
But before you take it,
we have a proposition.
MONY: Yeah, I'm not interested.
Well, there's no harm in hearing 'em out, Mones.
Go on, then.
Yesterday, our spray-tan company,
we secured a national distribution deal
which'll increase our revenues tenfold.
But if you take the money in this bag,
we won't survive the week.
And I should give a fuck about this why?
Because if you let us keep it,
we will quadruple your 20,000 in the next three months.
80K?
We're expanding to locations all over Australia.
We expect millions in profit.
(LAUGHS)
Bullshit.
OK, um...see for yourself.
Sales figures and projections.
Impressive, right?
I'll tell you what.
I'll let you keep the 20K
if you give me 500K by the end of the year.
We can go up to 100, but that's it.
Yeah, see, I'm just gonna take
this 20K with interest, thank you.
120.
Final offer.
500. Final offer.
Fine. Keep your 20.
We'll find someone else to get us the cash.
Someone who actually likes making money.
MONY: OK. 'Byeeee!
You sure, Mones?
What, you telling me a spray-tanning company
is gonna pull those sort of numbers?
Well, when we blackmailed him, I looked them up.
The company's legit.
Plus, retailers don't just hand out national distribution deals.
(MONY SIGHS)
Hold on!
Come back.
Hey.
(VICKI CHUCKLES)
150K.
-MARTIN: 150? -MONY: Mmm.
We'll need another month.
MONY: So four months?
Yeah.
Deal.
-(CHUCKLES) -Great.
One contingency.
I'm gonna keep your passport, Vicki with an 'I',
until I get my money back.
That sounds fair. (CHUCKLES)
It's a bad picture anyway.
Passport photos, you know?
Pete?
VICKI: Oh!
DAVE: What the fuck is that shit?
MONY: You sneaky little cunts.
MARTIN: OK, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You thought you could pull that over me?
OK, let us explain.
No, fuck your explanation, Vicki.
No, we don't. We had your money.
VICKI: But, um, it exploded.
Yeah, yeah. But we'll get you what we promised.
I'm sorry. The deal's off.
'Cause you're dead.
VICKI: Please, please, please, please.
You know what?
It's not the right deal anyway.
You know, we...we don't need a loan.
What we actually need is capital.
What you actually need is to shut the fuck up, Martin.
-Yeah, shut the fuck up, Martin. -OK, look.
In exchange for forgiving the 20K...
Yeah.
..we will give you 10% of our company.
Yeah.
Why are we still negoti...
OK, you two, kill them.
I did one earlier today.
MARTIN: Listen, 10% of Tansform
will pay out thousands to start,
but eventually it'll be millions.
Shush, motherfucker.
Say the word, Mones.
Wait.
Hey, we still need to replace the revenue from the casino.
So you're telling me these two dickheads
are gonna make something of their business?
MARTIN: We sabotaged our rivals.
What?
VICKI: What? Yeah. Yes.
No, we did. We...we found...
We found the... the delivery truck
and we destroyed the entire supply.
MARTIN: Yeah, we assaulted our manufacturer.
-We threatened his life. -Crashed a plane.
VICKI: There was a pilot
and...and the pilot almost drowned.
-And, um, but it wasn't... -Yeah.
It wasn't planned, but it actually, it worked really well.
-Mony? -VICKI: Yeah.
Withstood waterboarding - but you already knew that.
And, um...
..we tried to trick you
into believing that we brought money, you know?
How is any of this anything to do with me?
It proves that we will do whatever is necessary
to make this company a success.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Whatever is necessary.
Whatever...is...necessary.
I'm gonna need more than 10%.
-(CORK POPS) -Whoo!
(WILLIE NELSON SINGS) ♪ Blue skies smilin' at me
♪ Nothin' but blue skies
♪ Do I see
♪ Bluebirds singin' a song
♪ Nothin' but blue skies
♪ From now on
♪ I never saw the sun shinin' so bright
♪ Never saw things goin' so right
♪ Noticin' the days hurryin' by
♪ When you're in love, my, how they fly by
♪ Blue days, all of them gone
♪ Nothin' but blue skies
♪ From now on... ♪
VICKI: On a scale from one to totally fucked,
where do you think we land?
MARTIN: Well, we just gave 50% of our company
to the woman whose brother we killed,
so I think we're on the higher end.
VICKI: Yeah, me too.
Are we gonna be OK?
I think as long as we stick together...
BOTH: ..we'll always be OK.
I know.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
But do you really think we'll be OK?
I do.
VICKI: OK.
I don't wanna die in Australia.
You gotta die somewhere.
('MISSILES' BY THE SOUND)
What the fuck...
-(VICKI SIGHS) -MONY: Hey?
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-(CORK POPS) -Whoo!
-MONY: Yay! -VICKI: Yay!
(CAMERA BEEPS AND CLICKS)
(WATER PLOPS)
SONG: ♪ Deep in the country... ♪
(PANTS)
♪ The factories hide
♪ Where they make the missiles
♪ That run our lives... ♪
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
♪ Who the hell makes those missiles?
♪ When they know what they can do
♪ When they know
♪ What they can do
♪ Who the hell makes them?
♪ Who the hell makes those missiles
♪ When they know
♪ What they can do? ♪