Badland Rising (2025) Movie Script
1
[dramatic music playing]
[car engine revving]
[dramatic music playing]
[gunshot firing]
["Little Man" playing]
What brings you here
little man?
It's been a long, long road
Blood bathed baptized
Well I'm taking you home
[dramatic music playing]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
Peter, paper.
Now you have address.
I want you to go straight there.
Do not stop.
And Dimitry...
do not fuck this up.
You understand?
Da, not a problem.
Not a problem? Okay.
Peter.
-[bags thud]
-[speaking Russian]
Go.
[footsteps receding]
[car engine starting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Oi, Dave, can I have
a quick word?
[Dave] Yeah.
Um, there's been a bit
of an issue with your file.
What do you mean?
Look, the guys at HQ,
they noticed that your tickets,
they don't match your name.
Oh yeah, I thought I'd put a where I should have put a Y.
Yeah, they did
a full federal police check
and, um, they found
your military records.
Did you...
really bash your
superior officer?
Look, mate, you're a
great worker,
you're always on time,
the boys love you.
It's just head office, they...
they've got the zero tolerance
bullshit going on and you know,
they can't have someone with a
felony assault charge on site.
It was a long time ago.
Yeah, I know, mate,
I'm just-- It's not up to me.
What do you mean it's
not up to you?
I'm saying they're
gonna let you go.
Well that's just fucked, though,
isn't it?
[Les] I know, mate.
I've been here
nearly three months.
My hands are tied.
Yeah, I get it.
It is what it is.
-[breathes heavily]
-[soft music playing]
Fuck's sake.
-[mobile trilling]
-[sighs]
-Hey, babe.
-[Dave] Hey.
Hey babe, I'm, uh...
-I'm done.
-Done done?
[Dave] We finished the job
ahead of schedule
and I could have done
with the extra work but...
Hey, I'll be coming home
so it's not all bad.
That's awesome. Oh,
we've missed you so much... Um.
You know I'm still a little
worried about these bills.
Ben keeps calling
about the farm mortgage.
Some, uh, guy came round
yesterday,
banging on the door.
- Talked to me like I was trash.
-Are you serious?
From the bank?
Who was this guy?
Did you get his name?
It's fine. I handled it.
I'll... I'll work it out.
Everything will be okay, I
promise.
I trust you.
So you're heading back tonight?
I might try
and punch it out in one hit.
I'll just see how I feel.
Dave, you've got to stop trying
to do everything all at once.
Two halves
still make a whole, right?
- Stop halfway please.
-Yeah, I... I...
I just want to see you guys,
that's all.
I know. [inhales] I
miss you too.
I'll call you when I can.
Love you.
Bye.
[suspenseful music playing]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[chuckles]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
[Morgan] Give us the money,
Dimitry!
It's not worth
fucking dying for.
Fuck you!
-Liam, gas the dogs!
-[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
-[Liam] Oi!
-[Morgan] Fuck!
[gunshots firing]
[indistinct chatter]
[gunshots firing]
-[groans]
-[Morgan] Get in!
[dramatic music playing]
[Liam panting]
Fuck me.
[mobile trilling]
[Mitch] Fuck!
-No answer?
-[Mitch] No.
Fuck!
Liam would have
got something, man.
-Liam wouldn't bounce.
-[Mitch] Hang on, hang on, hang-
-Oi, wait, wait, wait.
-What? Is that Liam?
-[Mitch] Yeah, it's a text.
-Yeah.
-I'm at the Royal Yards.
-[Morgan] Yeah?
[Mitch] Morgan will know.
What the fuck's that mean?
[chuckles] I know.
-[mobile trilling]
-I know.
[Mitch] Mate, if you get this,
give us a ring back,
but we're on our way.
All right, we're on our way.
[Liam] Back away.
I'm taking your fucking car.
Don't fucking move.
Where's the keys?
Where's the keys?
Let's go mate. Hurry up.
Come on, fuckhead.
-[dramatic music playing]
-[Liam groans]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gunshots firing]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
[groans]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-[Liam] Tough guy.
What are you doing now? Huh?
You decided to be a fucking
hero, didn't you?
Where you going? Huh?
[train rumbling]
-[grunts]
-[Liam groans]
[Morgan] Here we are.
Maybe we can hear
a ringing or something.
This is it. Over here. Oi, oi,
oi.
[car engine starting]
[suspenseful music playing]
That'll be Liam, all right, go
on. Tell him we got it.
-Go on.
-[mobile trilling]
Fuck.
[breathes heavily]
All right?
Fuck.
I mean, that's not
how you make porridge.
[Mitch] That was
a proper fucking shit show.
-A proper shit show?
-[Mitch] Yeah.
No shit, Einstein.
[chuckles] Fuck!
What happened to Liam?
-[Mitch] I saw, what you saw.
-Hey?
[Mitch] I don't know.
Terry copped a bullet,
I saw that.
[exhales sharply]
We kicked a real ant's nest.
They're gonna be coming for us.
I'll call my sister.
We'll take care of Liam
and Terry's families and...
we stick to the plan.
Fuck Vlad.
[Mitch] I'm gonna
grab us a beer.
Yeah.
Fuck, it's funny, eh, life?
Yeah, fucking hilarious.
Not a fucking fairy tale.
Here you go.
Well...
To Terry and Liam.
[Mitch] Liam and Terry.
To a death by misadventure, eh?
Better to burn out
than fade away.
See you handsome prick soon.
-[laughs]
-[Mitch laughs]
But first, pancakes in paradise.
Eh?
Wanna do the honors, King?
One bag's better than none.
Fuck those Russians, eh?
We're gonna have enough there
to fucking
take care of everything.
-[Mitch] Bro, we gotta...
-What?
[Mitch] I think...
-We got a fucking problem.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
You fucking kidding me!
-Oi! Are you fucking kidding me?
-There's no fucking money.
[Morgan] What's this fucking
shit? Where's the money?
[chuckles]
[Mitch] Oh my God.
Fuck!
[laughs]
This is a joke, eh? Eh?
Yeah, it's funny.
It was all for nothing, bro.
[breathing heavily]
That was all for nothing.
Fuck!
We've been through worse, mate.
We've been through worse.
We gotta get on the road.
We gotta burn that shit.
-We gotta go, mate.
-[Morgan] Yeah.
[Mitch] We gotta fucking go.
You all right?
All right,
let's take care of business.
I'll call Sav.
Fuck.
Come on, mate, let's go.
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
[mobile trilling]
Hey, babe.
I know we only spoke
two hours ago,
but I just wanted
to hear your voice.
I'll try again later.
Bye.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathes heavily]
[mobile trilling]
-Yuri.
-[Yuri speaking Russian]
[chuckles]
Drink. [speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[sniffs]
[mobile ringing]
-[man] Boss?
-Huh?
[man] It's Nikolai.
[speaking Russian]
[in Russian]
[in Russian]
[indistinct chatter]
[car engine revving]
[Paul] Detectives?
What do you got, Paul?
Four gunmen,
three dead from the van,
one locally known gang member...
all connected to the Russians.
Weapons used?
Assault rifles, shotguns,
9mm handguns.
So far the round counts
about 90+.
They weren't fucking around.
-Did you get that?
-Yeah.
So who's the dead crook?
Uh, the deceased is Terry Dixon.
He's only been out for,
what, two months?
-[Allan] Six months.
-Copy.
The other is an unknown.
We're still trying to determine
that from what's left of him.
Why? What's left of him?
Uh, three blocks north,he
was involved in an altercation.
Came off second best
against a train.
We did retrieve a .357 Revolver
from the scene.
It'll be connected.
.357 shells everywhere.
That's all we have
to run with right now.
Dixon's a known associate
of Morgan Andrews.
Yeah, but they work
with the Russians, so...
[camera shutter clicking]
-[Allan] Yeah.
-[camera shutter clicking]
So what the fuck happened here?
Drugs?
Cash?
I don't know.
It's all a shit-show to me.
[Nikolai in Russian]
[in Russian]
Bring me, souvenir.
You understand?
[Nikolai in Russian]
[car engine starting]
[Morgan grunts]
[car door closes]
Morgan.
Boys.
-[Morgan] Fucking cock out.
-Come on.
[Morgan grunts]
Fucking.
Ah, calm down, Morgan,
for fuck's sake.
-Calm down?
-Come in here, I've got a drink.
[Morgan grunts] Fuck.
Calm down.
Here.
[speaking foreign language]
I'd do anything for your father
and your brother, Michael.
May they rest in peace.
But I'm getting too old
for all this shit.
Sorry, Uncle.
Sorry, Sav.
Yeah, there goes my 10%. Thanks.
[chuckles]
[upbeat music playing over TV]
-[Morgan] Thought it was five.
-[indistinct chatter over TV]
[Mitch] Hey, turn it up. Turn it
up. That's us.
This is the robbery.
...as an underworld heist,
only three blocks north.
Police believe that
the armed robber
that was killed
by the passing train...
-Fucking Liam.
-[reporter] may have attempted
to carjack this vehicle.
The person of interest
was driving a white...
[Mitch] Oh my God, that guy.
That dude was there. [scoffs]
The big guy in the white Ute.
I saw him.
-So what?
-[Mitch] Don't you get it?
No.
He's the one with
the money. Right?
-[Morgan] Great.
You want me to fucking get
a crystal ball?
How the fuck are we
going to find the money?
I got the rego.
[laughs]
You know, man,
I like to look at number plates.
I like to look at number plates.
[Morgan chuckles]
Fucking Rain Man.
You... you can look up that
rego, can't you?
Yeah, I'll tell you what.
I'll look up that stuff
and I'll get you a
sweet ride for, say, uh...
-20%.
-Whatever you want, uncle.
-20%.
-[laughs]
Not the Camry.
Not a Camry again. That
last time, that was a bit...
[Sav] I'll get you a sweet ride.
-Promise?
-[Sav] Yeah, go.
[exclaims] We're back, baby.
We're back.
[Morgan] Thank you, uncle.
-Get out of here.
-Fucking Rain Man.
[soft music playing]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Fuck the internet.
-Oh!
-Yes, uncle.
-Yes. Told you.
-That's awesome.
-Morg, can I drive?
-I'm driving.
-I said I'd look after you.
-No.
-Here's your address.
-Yeah. Punch it in.
Thanks, uncle.
-You travel well, huh?
-I won't let you down.
I get the cash, we dash.
Come straight back to you.
-You got the metal in the car?
-[Sav] Yep.
-[Morgan] Fuel?
-[Mitch] Hey.
It's a fucking two-day drive.
-Fuck.
-[Sav] Yeah, look.
You'll need this more
than I will.
[chuckles]
[Mitch] It's the middle
of fucking nowhere, mate.
All right, well, let's go.
Two-day drive, we'll be back.
[Mitch] Jesus.
-Oh, yeah.
-Look at this.
[Sav] Hey, I left a present
in the glove box for you.
-Thanks.
-[Mitch laughs] How about that?
-[car engine starting]
-Oh!
[Sav] Fuck off. Get the money.
Oh my God.
Keep the faith, uncle.
Taking care of business.
[Sav] Yeah, I'll keep the faith.
-You travel well.
-[Morgan] Rock and roll.
[dramatic music playing]
I'm just gonna have a little
kip.
Is that all right?
Yeah.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
We should have get one of
those pillows like, you know...
on a plane.
[soft music playing]
[sniffs]
["Lonely Road" playing]
If I cross your mind
So a prayer I'd find my way
And get off of this
lonely road
Can you hear me
Tell me can you hear me
I've been calling out for help
Still don't see nobody near me
I'm down and
Almost underground and
So deep in the valley
I can't even tell you
Which way is the mountain God!
[bell dinging]
You got fuel?
Just the water.
-Any hot food?
-Does it look like it?
[machine beeping]
There's a pub just down the
road.
They make great chicken parmi's.
The old heads love it.
What do I owe you?
[shopkeeper] Five cash.
And say a prayer for me
I think you in advance
[soft music playing]
-Fuck it.
-[car engine starting]
-I could do with a feed.
-Yeah, me too. Fucking starving.
Where's the next town?
An hour away.
There's no way old mate's
not stopping somewhere.
I mean, there's no way
he's doing this in one hit.
-That's true.
-No?
True.
I reckon from here on in...
every hotel we see,
-stop, take a look, never know.
-Yeah.
Could get lucky.
[handbrake ratcheting]
Hello?
[Bones] Yeah, coming, coming.
Hold your horses.
You looking for a room,
I'm guessing?
Yeah, for the night.
That's 50 for the night,
five extra for a TV room.
Does it work?
[Bones] Yeah, we get
a couple of channels.
[Dave] Why not.
Have you got any food?
Yeah, there's some sandwiches
in the fridge, mate.
Are these fresh?
[Bones] Fresh as they can be.
Just the beer.
[Bones] All right.
Just the beer, hey?
Let's call it a 60 even.
Cash or card?
[clicks tongue]
-Card.
-[Bones] Card it is.
[machine beeping]
All right, mate. Room 36.
Down the back to the left.
Couple of house rules.
No loud music.
You break it, you buy it.
And check out's 10:00 am.
I'll be gone pretty early.
All right, well if it's
before 8:00,
just put the key in the slot.
Ta.
-Down into the right, yeah?
-Down the back to the left.
[door closes]
Morgz.
You sleeping, mate?
-Morgz.
-Hey! Fuck!
-Fuck.
-[breathing heavily]
Take it easy, take it easy.
Sorry, mate.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, no, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry,
I just...
-Sorry. Fuck.
-I just wanted to...
-You good?
-Yeah, I'm all right.
I just needed
someone to talk to.
There.
Sorry, mate.
[Morgan] Mate, just stop at
the next pub or something, eh?
[soft music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Fucking cowboys, mate.
Yee-haw.
-How you goin'?
-Yeah, mate, all right.
Hey, mate.
[Mitch sighs]
I'll check the back.
I'll make a call.
Stay out of trouble.
Me stay out of trouble?
[Morgan] Yeah, uh, two beers
and three shots.
Sure.
-You from around here?
-[chuckles] What do you think?
Nah.
-You?
-Nah, just passing through.
[barmaid] Hmm.
You haven't seen any other
fellas like us pass through?
-Just the one I'm looking at.
-One's for you.
-[barmaid] Hmm.
-Cheers.
[barmaid] Cheers.
[dramatic music playing]
Oh fuck.
[indistinct chatter over TV]
One fucking channel.
Nice night, eh?
[breathes heavily]
[mobile trilling]
[sombre music playing]
-[woman] Hey, Morgz.
-Yeah, hey.
[woman] Hey.
Look, I can't explain.
Just listen.
-Please.
-[woman] What's going on?
I need you to get
Mitch's mum and dog. Yeah?
-[woman] What?
-Get some gear.
And go to the...
beach house at Foxy's, yeah?
Don't tell anyone.
Don't trust anyone. Okay?
[woman] Morgan,
what's happening?
Look, I'll explain later.
And call Uncle Sav.
[woman] Yeah. Yeah,
but are you okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
-[woman] Okay.
-I just got a bad feeling.
-[woman] Be careful. Love you.
-Yeah, I love you too.
[sighs]
[reporter 2] The man
that was killed by
the passing train is
believed to be
part of the group
of armed robbers who escaped
with an undisclosed amount of
money in what they describe
as an underworld heist
only three blocks north.
Police believe that
the armed robber
that was killed by
the passing train
may have attempted
to carjack this vehicle.
The person of interest
was driving a white Ute.
Unfortunately these are the only
details currently available.
If you or anyone you know
has any further information,
please contact crime stoppers
on 136666.
[TV shuts off]
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[car engine revving]
Fuck.
[Mitch chuckles]
Fuck.
It's Nikolai.
[Vlad speaking Russian]
I believe we have
some business to discuss.
What business?
[clears throat]
What business?
You were always the funny one,
huh?
You thought stealing from me
was a game?
You are not the first.
But let me make something
crystal fucking clear.
You are not players.
You are just pieces
on chessboard
I choose to move the
fuck around.
Where is my fucking money?
We don't have your money.
[Vlad laughing]
Tell me one more time.
[Mitch] We fucked up.
We don't have
your fucking money, mate.
All right. But we...
we know who does.
And we are on our way
to get it back.
[Vlad laughing] You are
on your way to get it back.
[applauds] Bravo!
There is a saying we have in
Russia. Okay?
[speaking Russian]
That's really interesting, mate.
[Vlad] You are a motherfucker,
do you understand this?
Listen, mate, we just
want to make things right.
If you want things
to get crazy in here, fuck it.
We'll get crazy.
Fuck!
But we don't have
your money either way.
[Vlad] Shut your fucking mouth!
Nikolai, you have a souvenir?
[dramatic music playing]
[Vlad] You see?
I am asking question,
do you see?
Yes.
[Vlad] Because your
mother hopes so.
And your sister hopes so too.
And her little yappy, yappy,
yappy, yappy dog.
Fuck you, prick.
-[Vlad laughing]
-Morgz.
Fuck you.
[Vlad] When you have my money.
My fucking money!
You call this number. Nikolai
will take care of the rest.
You understand?
Do you understand?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[glass clangs]
-[man 2] Oi! You'll love this!
-[man 3] What is that?
[man 2] Have a look. Check
inside, check inside quick.
[exclaims]
Fuck.
[John] Where are you
boys headed?
-[chuckles]
-Where are you headed?
Duranville.
Uh, you've got a bit
of a drive ahead of you.
-[Mitch chuckles]
-[chuckles]
Yeah.
[John] You've got to be
careful out there, eh?
Don't break down,
don't turn off the main road
and shit, you know?
-I think we'll be all right.
-[John] Because, uh,
you don't want to get lost.
[chuckles]
[chuckles] You might not get
found.
[all laughing]
Anyone tell you,
you look like John Wayne?
Yeah, I was just about to say,
he looks exactly like
John fucking Wayne.
Well pilgrims.
-[all laughing]
-You do.
You'd probably get
Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Take it easy, boys.
Cheers to you, eh.
[Morgan] I had a bad feeling.
-[crickets chirping]
-[upbeat music playing]
-[grunts]
-[dramatic music playing]
Who the fuck are you?
[man 4] Fuck, back the fuck up!
-Give me the gun!
-[woman 2] Fuck off!
-[screams]
-Give me the gun!
-[woman 2] Fuck!
-[Bones] Give me the gun!
-[groans]
-Fuck off!
Fuck this! [screams]
-[groans]
-[woman 2 grunts, screams]
[panting] Fuck! Oh fuck!
-[groans]
-[screams]
[groans] Fuck.
[screams]
[breathing heavily]
One fucking chance.
[breathing heavily]
[sombre music playing]
Yes, uncle, don't worry, I'll
take care of the Russian dogs
once I get the money all right.
And I'll look after uncle, okay?
I'm just waiting for Rain Man,
so I'd have a party.
-Come on Kid Rock!
-[Sav] Good luck, boys.
-[woman] Be careful.
-All right, love you.
-[woman] I love you.
-Fuck.
I thought I said,
keep a low profile, mate.
What the fuck, mate.
-[Mitch] You got a spare dart?
-Yeah, come on.
[Mitch] I'm all smoked out.
Do you have the whole pub
back in your room?
Here. Never knew you could
play fucking...
Was it harmonica?
[Mitch] Neither did I.
[chuckles]
All right, we've got
half a day's drive.
To get to old mate's house.
Get the cash.
-[Mitch] Hmm.
-And then take care
of these Russian dogs.
You speak to Sav?
Yeah, he's pissed, mate.
He was just learning the piano.
No shit.
Anna sends her love.
-[Mitch] Really? You fuck.
-No.
You ready?
I need a coffee.
I've got you one.
Oh, cool.
-Sugar?
-Yeah, sugar, princess.
Come on the fuck on. Oh my God.
[Mitch] What?
Croissants or anything?
It's fucking breakfast mate.
-[Morgan] Hey?
-[Mitch] I just want--
What about breakfast? You know?
[Morgan] It's a fucking...
Look, got you a croissant.
[Mitch] What ever you want mate?
[upbeat music playing]
-[Morgan] Ah, come on.
-[Mitch] Take it easy would ya?
[Morgan] Piss like a racehorse,
bro.
[Mitch] Mate, I've been
holding it for two hours.
[Morgan] Mate,
this guy's going to be gone.
-[Morgan] Come on.
-The horse has been locked up.
[Morgan] All right.
[chuckles]
I'm fucking with ya.
-Don't joke.
-[Morgan chuckles]
All right, you want to fucking
take off? Take off then.
See if I care.
[Morgan] Hey.
Come on Jump in. Jump in.
All right, no more. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, no more. Go on.
-[Mitch] Open the door.
-[Morgan] Okay.
Let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
[Peter] Afternoon, sir.
Sergeant Rose from Worongi
Police. How you doing?
-Good thanks, Sarge.
-[Peter] That's good.
Can we get your driver's license
handy there at all please?
Thank you.
Mr Shepard.
Are you the owner of this car?
Yep.
And you still have
that address at, uh, Duranville?
Sure am.
[Peter] So you're heading home
I take it?
Yeah, I've been working
in the city for a bit.
Do you know why
I pulled you over today?
No idea, Sarge.
Do you know the speed limit
along this road?
Eighty?
Do you know what speed
you were doing?
-Eighty-five.
-[Peter] No, 95, mate 15 over.
I don't think I was
going that fast.
Do you have any reason
or emergency
for exceeding the speed limit?
I just want to get home
to see my family.
It's been a while.
[Peter] Just wait here, eh?
It won't be long.
License check when
ready please.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[Peter] Yeah, surname Shepard.
Uh, first name David.
-DOB 1 December 1989.
-[indistinct chatter over radio]
Uh, Duranville address.
[Peter] Copy that, thanks.
All right. Just before you go.
Quick question.
Do you have anything
in the car you shouldn't have.
That you want to declare to me
right now? Any drugs, firearms?
No, Sarge.
[Peter] None?
Nothing.
[Peter] What's in the bag?
Nothing.
Nothing?
You wouldn't mind if I had a...
Just a quick look in there.
Just to satisfy my curiosity
would you?
-[dramatic music playing]
-Really?
Yeah really.
Because if you don't
open that bag.
Well you see what happens then
is that I form
a reasonable suspicion
that you've committed
an offense.
Because you may have something
in that bag you shouldn't have.
And then I'd detain you
for an emergency search.
And we'd go through your car
like a fine tooth comb--
I've got it, Sarge.
Yeah thought you might mate.
What's with the books?
My grandma. She's a collector.
Am I free to go, Sarge?
Letting you off with a warning
this time. And next time...
just, don't waste my time
and comply, eh? Okay?
Yes, Sarge.
-Have a good day, off you go.
-[car engine starting]
Let's just catch up
with that fucker.
Get that money.
-That easy.
-That easy.
You sure they're going to be
all right yeah?
I fucking promise.
Your mum's good. All right?
-Promise.
-Thanks, bro.
I mean that.
We're going to take care
of business, babe. All right?
Stay king.
What's that law?
What's that law?
I don't know.
Murphy's law, "What can go wrong
Will go wrong."
-You ever heard that?
-See that fucking high...
High IQ, hey?
-All 88 of it, hey? Fucking.
-Eighty-eight?
That's why I call you Rain Man.
Rain Man was 88.
Hundred and eighty eight.
-Hundred and eighty eight?
-Who gives a fuck
-about 88?
-I was 88.
-Maybe yeah. [laughs]
-Fuck.
Maybe. Maybe.
[dramatic music playing]
-Ah, Rain Man.
-What?
You jinxed us. All right, mate.
Okay yeah, I see you dickhead.
Oh.
-Jacks.
-Hey, it's all good.
-Stay calm.
-Stay calm?
-Yeah, yeah, just stay calm.
-You stay calm, dickhead.
I'm not a dickhead.
-You're a dickhead.
-You're a dickhead.
I said you're a dickhead.
I got this, mate. Cops love me.
-Seriously.
-They love me.
-Seriously? All right.
-I'm serious, dickhead.
Relax all right.
Just don't do nothing.
You're a dickhead. Relax.
-Fuck. Relax.
-[sighs] Great, now.
Shit happens.
You haven't got a hat
or something?
[Morgan] It's all good, Rain
Man. Piece of piss.
[Morgan] Take it easy.
[Mitch] All right, man.
Just a big fuckup.
-Afternoon, lads.
-How you going, constable?
Sergeant Rose from Worongi
Police. How you doing?
Oh good thanks,
Sergeant. Long drive.
[Peter] Do you know
why I stopped you?
-Cause I'm good looking.
-[Peter] Well...
Got a bad haircut? [chuckles]
Yeah almost, mate. No,
speeding, guys, 95 in a 80 zone.
You got your license
handy at all?
-Um, we're really sorry.
-Yeah but, um...
-[Morgan] Oh, fuck.
-Where you headed?
-Um.
-Duranville.
[Peter] Duranville? Okay, what
for? What's...
What's happening
there?
-Oh, it's a family funeral.
-Funeral.
That's a hell of a drive
for a funeral, lads.
Fuck. The things you do for
family, huh?
[Peter] Yeah. I'll just quickly
check your license.
Yeah, ah! Bugger me.
It's in... it's in the back.
[Peter] Oh, yeah.
Come out and get it, eh?
Just jump it, yeah jump out.
Sorry, my mate's a bit
special, eh?
-[Peter] No that's okay.
-[Morgan] Stay in the car?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Morgan] Yeah. Sorry, mate.
He's touched for a guy.
-Hey, just stay in the car,
Mitch.
Mitch? Mitch, stay in the car,
mate.
Yeah yeah. Stay in the car.
[Morgan] Mitch,
stay in the car.
Got this one Bitcoin. Smartass.
Rain Man.
[Peter] Yeah cool, mate.
No stay in the car.
I will. Sorry I was just
going to grab a jacket.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Peter] Stay in the car.
-[Morgan] Sorry, officer.
-Stay in the car, Mitch!
-[indistinct chatter]
Stay in the car.
[ominous music playing]
-The fuck man?
-Well done, Rain Man. Well done.
-Open the back of the car.
-[Mitch] Fuck man.
-I love you. Come on.
-That's calm?
[Morgan grunts] Damnit.
Open the fucking car.
[Mitch] What the fuck man?
-Jesus.
-[Morgan] Hurry the fuck up.
Help me get in the fucking cunt
in, will ya?
-All right. Easy.
-[Morgan] All right. Fuck.
Oh, he's fucking heavy.
[Mitch] He's a big boy.
Let's get him in there.
All right, Rain Man.
You're driving.
-All right.
-Get him in there.
[Mitch] All right, he's in,
he's in.
[chuckles]
-Oi! You're driving this.
-What?
I said. You're driving this, eh.
Rain Man...
I love you.
Hey, you're going to
be all right.
I'm driving a fucking cop car...
-Yeah!
-...with a dead cop inside it.
-Yeah! With the lights on.
-Fuck.
-We got this. Hey? Yeah.
-All right, all right.
-All right, all right.
-You believe?
-Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
-Yeah.
All right, man. All right.
Fuck yeah!
Let's go!
[dramatic music playing]
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan grunts]
[Mitch] What do you reckon?
[groans] Yeah.
Let's dump the prick here.
Not a bad spot.
-Good a spot as any right?
-Hmm.
-[screams]
-[gunshots firing]
Fuck. Oh fuck.
[Morgan] Oi, bloody
fucking miracle.
[gunshots firing]
[Mitch] What happened there?
Touched by God, mate.
Now let's dump the prick.
My mum wouldn't have missed
from there.
You can help me carry
him this time.
My back's fucked.
Come on, Rain Man.
What a shit shot, hey.
-[Mitch] That was fucking weird.
-That's not going to make it.
[soft music playing]
[mobile keypad clicking]
-[Jen] Hey!
-Hey, babe.
[Jen] Oh finally.
Yeah, finally, I'm, uh,
just coming through Theodore.
So we've got some reception.
Not long now, baby.
[Jen] Did you sleep at all?
-You sound rough.
-Uh...
Yeah, yeah. I got
plenty of sleep.
[Jen] Be careful.
That stretch of road
can be dangerous.
I'm fine.
Actually everything,
everything's
going to be really good.
[Jen] Hmm.
What are you up to, Dave?
Just trust me, honey.
Uh, you know what?
Everything's going to be great.
[Jen chuckles]
Everything's going to be great.
Okay. Well hurry home.
We're all waiting for you.
Another couple of hours or so.
And I'll be home.
I'll explain everything.
I love you guys.
And I miss you like crazy.
[Jen] We love you too.
And I miss my man.
And Isaac misses his dad.
Give him a kiss for me yeah?
[Jen] I will.
-I love you. Bye.
-[Jen] Bye.
[reporter 3] The manhunt
for the underworld figures
responsible for the
daytime heist
in the inner city yesterday
is intensifying.
Five known gang members
were shot dead
in what police say
could be a gang turf war.
The remaining members are at
large and believed
to be armed and
extremely dangerous.
Police believe that
the brazen robbery
is connected to
a gang related drug war.
I got coverage.
[chuckles] GPS is back up
and running.
Sweet.
I'm on three bars.
Five and a half fucking hours.
Five and a fucking hour,
but oh my fucking God,
I'm gonna need a drink.
Oh, fuck lives out here, mate?
[dramatic music playing]
[car rumbling]
[handbrake ratcheting]
Come on now.
[dramatic music playing]
-[camera shutter clicking]
-[laughs]
[Morgan] You're pulling
my chain, mate.
[Mitch] Why would I make it up?
I'm telling you, mate,
The Subaru got totaled, right?
We had a goose come
straight through
the window shield, right?
After you dickheads
tried to rob the TAB
-in your mum's fucking car.
-No mate, we did. We did rob it.
So, drink and pump one, mate?
[Dave] Yeah, that's about it.
[machine beeping]
All right, that's, uh...
98 even.
Thanks.
Uh, you got a toilet?
Uh, just out the back to the
left. You can't miss it.
Thanks.
-Your mum was pissed.
-I was on the--
Your mum was pissed.
You know, the Jacks asked her
if she wanted to press charges.
It's like, mate, you got me
on armed robbery. [laughs]
You want to get me
for the Subaru as well?
-I love your mum.
-You're fucking out.
-I know.
-She told him to fuck off.
[soft music playing]
[water rustling]
-[Mitch] Oi!
-[Morgan] What?
That's... that's the Ute.
-Bullshit. 100%?
-No, 100%.
-[Mitch] 100%. That's it, mate.
-[Morgan] 100% already?
[Mitch] You know me. I know...
I know my number plates, mate.
[Morgan] All right.
Hey, keep it cool.
[Mitch] Yeah.
-All right.
-[Morgan] All right, Rain Man.
All right, you ready?
Don't do nothing stupid.
-[Mitch] Yeah, me.
-[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan] How you going, mate?
-You know who owns that Ute?
-What Ute?
That... that Ute.
That-- Fucking Houdini.
Where is he? Fuck, man.
No, no, no, no.
Please, please, please.
What the fuck you doin',
Rain Man. Oi!
-Hey!
-Fuck it off!
-Mate, he saw your gun.
-I didn't see shit.
[indistinct clamoring]
-You saw his gun, didn't you?
-I didn't see shit.
-I swear to God, I didn't.
-[Mitch] Yeah, you did.
-No, I didn't.
-Yes, you did. Just tell him
-that you saw his gun.
-I didn't see anything.
-He saw your gun.
-It's okay. Put it down.
Put it down. Rain Man.
All right, mate.
You didn't see anything, right?
-No, no, no.
-No, see?
It's going to be okay.
You got kids? You got a wife?
Yeah.
Yeah? You want to see them
again?
Just close your eyes,
count to ten.
Okay.
Trust me. That's it, breathe.
-One. Two.
-[Morgan] One.
All right.
-Shit happens, eh?
-Fuck.
It's not a fucking fairy tale.
Get the footage.
Grab some smokes.
Grab a Red Bull.
-All right, all right.
-All right. Grab some chips.
-[Mitch] No worries.
-Hurry the fuck up.
[Mitch] Oh, yeah. I'm getting
it. I'm getting it.
-Come on.
-[Mitch] All right.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Let's go, Tom, bro.
A fucking magician, is he, eh?
Fuck.
[whistles]
Hey, get the guns ready, eh?
There he is. There he is.
There he is.
It's like your business, bro.
[dramatic music playing]
[speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan] Let's get this
fucking clown.
I fucking love you, man.
[gunshot firing]
[gunshot firing]
[gunshot firing]
[Morgan] Ah, fuck. [grunts]
[gunshots firing]
Run rabbit, run. [panting]
-Fuck, push. [grunts]
-So fucking close.
-[car engine revving]
-[Mitch grunts]
-[Morgan] You pushing?
-Mate.
[Morgan] Come on,
Rain Man, push.
I am pushing.
What have you got this
in fucking park or something?
[Morgan] I'll try reverse.
I'm standing here, mate.
Oh, fuck. Look at me shoes.
Fuck.
[Morgan] I'll buy you
some new ones, bro.
Push.
-Ready?
-Always in the shit,
you and me, mate.
Always in the fucking shit.
Come on.
Don't you want to get out
and push together or what?
[Morgan] How's your shoes, mate?
Fuck off.
[soft music playing]
Detectives.
Detective Inspector Allan
Hargraves, armed robbery squad.
Dan Rigby.
Steven Marshall.
Boss said you boys
were heading out this way.
This is Pete Rose's patrol car.
And by the looks of it...
he's run foul of somebody.
We just need to know if
this is in any way connected
to a shootout in the city.
Country policing
around here is...
speeding tickets,
traffic crashes...
Saturday night domestics...
kids getting drunk and
causing us all sorts of havoc.
This sort of stuff,
this is out of the ordinary.
You know, the shells
you reported
in the car and on the ground
are similar to the ones used
in the shootout in the city.
It's just not a lot of 9mm
shells popping up on the radar,
you know, especially
a day apart.
[Allan] How long
has he been missing?
[Dan] It couldn't have been
more than a couple of hours,
I reckon.
Pete does a run out here looking
for broken down motorists.
There's no phone coverage.
There's no GPS coverage.
The only things
that seem to work
out here are the police radios.
[dispatcher] VKR any units,
any units to proceed Code two,
Wilsons Service station
Claredon, shots fired.
VKR, this is Mike Papa 401.
Show me proceeding code two
from my current location.
[suspenseful music playing]
[imitates gunfire]
[gunshot firing]
[car engine starting]
Shit.
Hey, hey, look alive.
Someone's coming.
Mate, I told you
nothing to worry.
Hey, oi, take it easy.
-[speaking indistinctly]
-I'm serious.
Be good.
You bloody beauty.
-John fucking Wayne.
-Hey there, fellas.
-[Mitch laughs]
-What's going on here then?
Uh, you can say
we didn't listen, hey?
I thought I told you, huh?
Not to turn off the main road.
-Uh, you did, it's just, uh...
-[Morgan] You did.
...GPS, you know,
told us there...
there might be a shortcut
through here, so.
-You don't trust the GPS.
-[Morgan] Yeah, mate.
[Mitch] Well, we know that now.
[John] All right,
I'll get you sorted.
-All right.
-Yeah, you can?
Yeah, righto, hang on.
-[chain rattling]
-All right.
All right, here you go.
Oh, fuck.
Youse owe me another beer, eh?
I'll buy you as many beers
as you want next time, mate.
[John] That hook there? Yeah,
just hook it underneath the car.
-Come on.
-All right.
-[John]Yeah, let's go. Let's go.
-Come on, Rain Man. [chuckles]
Sorry, where... where?
[John] Do you want me to do it
all for you?
-No, no, no, no, no.
-No, no, no, no, no.
We can do it, we can do it.
-Come on, let's go, fellas.
-[Morgan] Thank you, mate.
[Mitch] So just
at the back there?
[Morgan] Yep, there it is.
[dramatic music playing]
Come on. Come on. Come on.
[mobile trilling]
-Hey, babe.
-Hey, Jen.
I know this is going
to sound crazy,
but you need to listen to me and
please do exactly what I say.
- No questions asked.
-What...
what's happened?
Dave?
There's been a bit of a mix-up.
Long story short,
I've ended up with something
that belongs to some
pretty dangerous guys.
What kind of something?
Can't you just give it back?
It's not that simple.
I need you and Isaac
to go to your aunt's
and stay there for a few days
while I sort this out.
What do you mean, sort this out?
What have you done?
Babe, you just have to listen to
me. Everything will be fine.
-You have to trust me.
-[Jen] Trust you?
I have always trusted you.
But there is always something
and then something else.
I'm going to fix this.
You need to go.
All right, you do that, Dave.
You sort this out.
Isaac and I won't be here
when you get back.
We'll go to Aunt Liz's until you
sort this and yourself out.
Babe, just...
I love you guys.
I know you do.
I just... [sighs]
I have to go.
J--
Fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
Oi.
Sleepy head?
Brother?
Come on.
We're almost there.
What's the plan?
Do what we gotta do.
What happens if he's stashed it?
He knows we're coming now.
Well, we make him talk.
Take care.
Of us.
[can opens]
Oh fuck.
[breathes heavily]
[dramatic music playing]
[gun loads]
Oi.
This cowboy killed Liam.
You stay sharp, okay?
Roger that.
And don't shoot the prick.
We need him alive.
In case he's stashed the cash,
eh?
Look who's talking.
It's not funny.
-I mean it. Don't shoot him.
-I got it.
Or me.
I said I fucking got it.
Oi.
[soft music playing]
[Morgan] Hey.
[breathing heavily]
Hey. Hey.
One.
Fuck.
-[car engine starting]
-Hey. Hey.
[dramatic music playing]
Fuck. Fuck.
Fucking MacGyver country bumpkin
fucking cunt.
Fuck.
Who is this fucking guy?
Now what?
[car horn honking]
Hiya.
Who the fuck is this prick?
You don't know
who you're fucking with, cowboy.
We want our fucking money.
Fucking hear me?
The worst prick's coming after
you if you don't give it to us.
We go 50-50.
Hey.
I can smell him.
Walk around the gully,
I'll meet you up top.
Be careful, bro.
-[Mitch] Roger that.
-[speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music playing]
Drop the fucking gun, arsehole.
Not bad, Anzac.
[Dave] On your knees.
-All right. All right, cowboy.
-Hands on your head.
Done this before, big fella?
Me too.
You served.
SAS.
That your ring?
You fucking steal it?
Fuck off.
It's my brothers.
-Where's the money?
-[dramatic music playing]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
[Morgan panting]
[Morgan groans]
[screams]
[groans]
[Dave groans]
Hey. [laughs]
Yeah.
Hey. Hey, pretty boy.
-No, cowboy.
-[Dave groans]
[Morgan] Where's the
fucking money?
Hey, you're not so fucking
strong, are you, cunt?
[groans]
That's enough, big fella.
Hold it right there.
[Dave] Now.
[Morgan] Nice one, Rain Man.
-If I can walk about, eh?
-You all right?
[Morgan] Yeah. [chuckles]
Tell us where the
fucking money is.
Cash, where the fuck is it?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Hmm. Hmm. Okay.
You understand,
that's not our money.
These Russians don't fuck
around.
They'll kill your family.
Don't you fucking
talk about my family.
I'll give you half.
It's a scout's honor.
I'm tired.
This is your only way out, mate.
[gunshot firing]
[Morgan] Mitch!
You fucking dog!
[grunts]
[grunts, breathing heavily]
Fuck it.
-[screams]
-[gunshots firing]
-[Nikolai groans]
-[dramatic music playing]
[Dave groans]
You must do better.
Is this it? Is this it?
[Nikolai groans]
[breathing heavily, spits]
[soft music playing]
-Yeah.
-[mobile buzzing]
Yeah righto
Yeah?
Okay.
You know of one, right?
All right.
Yeah, love you too, mum.
Still nothing
on those partial plates.
[sighs] Great.
-What a mess.
-[birds chirping]
Let's go.
-Detectives.
-[Allan] What have you got, Dan?
We got a car, abandoned...
found by a local farmer
earlier this morning.
Two males, gunshot wounds.
One of them looks like he'd been
beaten pretty bad
before he was shot.
They've been taken off
to the coroner.
ID?
Preliminary ID only
at this stage.
Couple of good crooks,
Morgan Andrews, Mitchell Green.
Yeah, we know them.
[Dan] No other witnesses
at the moment,
but not likely around this area.
It's pretty isolated.
Having said that,
there is a spread of
farms out through this way.
If you try your luck out there,
you might dig something up.
Forensics gone over this?
Uh, forensics have, uh,
processed the bodies,
but they haven't
dusted the car yet.
I'll let you know
what forensics digs up.
We'll start door knocking.
All right, good luck, boys.
Cheers.
Bit of fuss going on in here,
mate.
[soft music playing]
[Allan] Uh-huh.
Righto.
VKR check. White Ute's
registered to a Dave Shepard.
This is his property.
Flag on him is
he's ex-military sniper.
Great.
How you going?
How can I help you boys?
There was an incident
a couple of kilometers north,
and we're just checking
with the local farmers.
See if they heard anything,
saw anything.
No, nothing out of
the ordinary from here.
This your property?
Yeah.
Third generation farm.
Keeps me busy.
You're Ute?
Yeah, a little paddock basher.
You in the city
a couple of days ago?
Yeah, just finished up a
contract.
Gonna get home to the family.
There's plenty of
work to do here.
See anything out of the ordinary
in the city there?
Nothing.
Long drive. We just did it.
We just kept coming
across dead bodies.
Know anything about that?
Dave.
You know anything about that?
No idea what you're
talking about.
You own a gun?
Nope.
Know how to use one?
-I'm a farmer. Of course I do.
-Dishonorable discharge.
What was that about?
-Am I under arrest?
-Not yet.
-You got a search warrant?
-[Allan] Not yet.
If I'm not under arrest
and you don't have a warrant...
I suggest you get
the fuck off my property.
Come back when you've got
the right paperwork.
Well, I can arrest you,
and take you down the station,
ask you a few questions there,
if you want.
I can get a search warrant...
get a hundred cops through here,
search your place.
I don't know what you got
yourself involved in here, Dave.
I've been doing this
a long time.
I'm here to help you.
What you got yourself
involved in?
If you got yourself
involved in something...
You should get off
my fucking property.
Where's the fucking money?
[dramatic music playing]
We know you got it,
it's written all over your face.
Just tell us where it is, mate.
What fucking money?
The...
the money or the drugs,
whatever it is,
he's got it here.
What?
What fucking money?
What have you done?
Yeah, I'll pick up
that six-pack after.
Sorry, mate.
[Allan groans]
[grunts]
[gunshot firing]
If you shoot me,
you'll never find it.
[chuckles] I should probably
thank you, shouldn't I?
I had a whole plan about how
I was going to knock
those guys off,
-but you kind of did it for me.
-We can work this out.
You don't need to shoot me.
[groans] Fuck!
Where's the fucking money,
David?
Fuck you.
Isaac's inside, isn't he?
Where is it?
Where the fuck's the money,
Dave?
Fuck you.
[gunshot firing]
[panting]
[groans]
[soft music playing]
Nice shot.
[Jen] Learnt from the best.
[in Russian]
[in Russian]
["Holiday" by Rattle
snake playing]
Everyday's a holiday
Working, drinking at the bar
Where's my day gone drifting
Staring at the house
Every nowhere I'll be sitting
around
here wasting all the
dates
Need to tell me
When do I get paid
I ain't gonna work today
For something
That I don't get paid
I'm just gonna
shoot some gear
Fool around the house today
Little bit of fear
Finding no one
gets the tears
I just wanna drift around
And around electrified
The sister she's
just tripping
And she tells me
All the freaky things
You need to get out of your
house
Get out, get out,
get out now
Breathe the air,
breathe the air
Breathe the air
Everyday's a holiday
-Breathe the air
Working, drinking at the bar
-Where's my day gone drifting
Breathe
-The air
-Staring at the house
Every nowhere I'll be sitting
around
Gettin' wasted all the day
Need to tell me
When do I get paid
When do I get paid
[dramatic music playing]
[car engine revving]
[dramatic music playing]
[gunshot firing]
["Little Man" playing]
What brings you here
little man?
It's been a long, long road
Blood bathed baptized
Well I'm taking you home
[dramatic music playing]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
Peter, paper.
Now you have address.
I want you to go straight there.
Do not stop.
And Dimitry...
do not fuck this up.
You understand?
Da, not a problem.
Not a problem? Okay.
Peter.
-[bags thud]
-[speaking Russian]
Go.
[footsteps receding]
[car engine starting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Oi, Dave, can I have
a quick word?
[Dave] Yeah.
Um, there's been a bit
of an issue with your file.
What do you mean?
Look, the guys at HQ,
they noticed that your tickets,
they don't match your name.
Oh yeah, I thought I'd put a where I should have put a Y.
Yeah, they did
a full federal police check
and, um, they found
your military records.
Did you...
really bash your
superior officer?
Look, mate, you're a
great worker,
you're always on time,
the boys love you.
It's just head office, they...
they've got the zero tolerance
bullshit going on and you know,
they can't have someone with a
felony assault charge on site.
It was a long time ago.
Yeah, I know, mate,
I'm just-- It's not up to me.
What do you mean it's
not up to you?
I'm saying they're
gonna let you go.
Well that's just fucked, though,
isn't it?
[Les] I know, mate.
I've been here
nearly three months.
My hands are tied.
Yeah, I get it.
It is what it is.
-[breathes heavily]
-[soft music playing]
Fuck's sake.
-[mobile trilling]
-[sighs]
-Hey, babe.
-[Dave] Hey.
Hey babe, I'm, uh...
-I'm done.
-Done done?
[Dave] We finished the job
ahead of schedule
and I could have done
with the extra work but...
Hey, I'll be coming home
so it's not all bad.
That's awesome. Oh,
we've missed you so much... Um.
You know I'm still a little
worried about these bills.
Ben keeps calling
about the farm mortgage.
Some, uh, guy came round
yesterday,
banging on the door.
- Talked to me like I was trash.
-Are you serious?
From the bank?
Who was this guy?
Did you get his name?
It's fine. I handled it.
I'll... I'll work it out.
Everything will be okay, I
promise.
I trust you.
So you're heading back tonight?
I might try
and punch it out in one hit.
I'll just see how I feel.
Dave, you've got to stop trying
to do everything all at once.
Two halves
still make a whole, right?
- Stop halfway please.
-Yeah, I... I...
I just want to see you guys,
that's all.
I know. [inhales] I
miss you too.
I'll call you when I can.
Love you.
Bye.
[suspenseful music playing]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[chuckles]
[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
[Morgan] Give us the money,
Dimitry!
It's not worth
fucking dying for.
Fuck you!
-Liam, gas the dogs!
-[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
-[Liam] Oi!
-[Morgan] Fuck!
[gunshots firing]
[indistinct chatter]
[gunshots firing]
-[groans]
-[Morgan] Get in!
[dramatic music playing]
[Liam panting]
Fuck me.
[mobile trilling]
[Mitch] Fuck!
-No answer?
-[Mitch] No.
Fuck!
Liam would have
got something, man.
-Liam wouldn't bounce.
-[Mitch] Hang on, hang on, hang-
-Oi, wait, wait, wait.
-What? Is that Liam?
-[Mitch] Yeah, it's a text.
-Yeah.
-I'm at the Royal Yards.
-[Morgan] Yeah?
[Mitch] Morgan will know.
What the fuck's that mean?
[chuckles] I know.
-[mobile trilling]
-I know.
[Mitch] Mate, if you get this,
give us a ring back,
but we're on our way.
All right, we're on our way.
[Liam] Back away.
I'm taking your fucking car.
Don't fucking move.
Where's the keys?
Where's the keys?
Let's go mate. Hurry up.
Come on, fuckhead.
-[dramatic music playing]
-[Liam groans]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gunshots firing]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
-[groans]
-[grunts]
[groans]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-[Liam] Tough guy.
What are you doing now? Huh?
You decided to be a fucking
hero, didn't you?
Where you going? Huh?
[train rumbling]
-[grunts]
-[Liam groans]
[Morgan] Here we are.
Maybe we can hear
a ringing or something.
This is it. Over here. Oi, oi,
oi.
[car engine starting]
[suspenseful music playing]
That'll be Liam, all right, go
on. Tell him we got it.
-Go on.
-[mobile trilling]
Fuck.
[breathes heavily]
All right?
Fuck.
I mean, that's not
how you make porridge.
[Mitch] That was
a proper fucking shit show.
-A proper shit show?
-[Mitch] Yeah.
No shit, Einstein.
[chuckles] Fuck!
What happened to Liam?
-[Mitch] I saw, what you saw.
-Hey?
[Mitch] I don't know.
Terry copped a bullet,
I saw that.
[exhales sharply]
We kicked a real ant's nest.
They're gonna be coming for us.
I'll call my sister.
We'll take care of Liam
and Terry's families and...
we stick to the plan.
Fuck Vlad.
[Mitch] I'm gonna
grab us a beer.
Yeah.
Fuck, it's funny, eh, life?
Yeah, fucking hilarious.
Not a fucking fairy tale.
Here you go.
Well...
To Terry and Liam.
[Mitch] Liam and Terry.
To a death by misadventure, eh?
Better to burn out
than fade away.
See you handsome prick soon.
-[laughs]
-[Mitch laughs]
But first, pancakes in paradise.
Eh?
Wanna do the honors, King?
One bag's better than none.
Fuck those Russians, eh?
We're gonna have enough there
to fucking
take care of everything.
-[Mitch] Bro, we gotta...
-What?
[Mitch] I think...
-We got a fucking problem.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
You fucking kidding me!
-Oi! Are you fucking kidding me?
-There's no fucking money.
[Morgan] What's this fucking
shit? Where's the money?
[chuckles]
[Mitch] Oh my God.
Fuck!
[laughs]
This is a joke, eh? Eh?
Yeah, it's funny.
It was all for nothing, bro.
[breathing heavily]
That was all for nothing.
Fuck!
We've been through worse, mate.
We've been through worse.
We gotta get on the road.
We gotta burn that shit.
-We gotta go, mate.
-[Morgan] Yeah.
[Mitch] We gotta fucking go.
You all right?
All right,
let's take care of business.
I'll call Sav.
Fuck.
Come on, mate, let's go.
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
[mobile trilling]
Hey, babe.
I know we only spoke
two hours ago,
but I just wanted
to hear your voice.
I'll try again later.
Bye.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathes heavily]
[mobile trilling]
-Yuri.
-[Yuri speaking Russian]
[chuckles]
Drink. [speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]
[sniffs]
[mobile ringing]
-[man] Boss?
-Huh?
[man] It's Nikolai.
[speaking Russian]
[in Russian]
[in Russian]
[indistinct chatter]
[car engine revving]
[Paul] Detectives?
What do you got, Paul?
Four gunmen,
three dead from the van,
one locally known gang member...
all connected to the Russians.
Weapons used?
Assault rifles, shotguns,
9mm handguns.
So far the round counts
about 90+.
They weren't fucking around.
-Did you get that?
-Yeah.
So who's the dead crook?
Uh, the deceased is Terry Dixon.
He's only been out for,
what, two months?
-[Allan] Six months.
-Copy.
The other is an unknown.
We're still trying to determine
that from what's left of him.
Why? What's left of him?
Uh, three blocks north,he
was involved in an altercation.
Came off second best
against a train.
We did retrieve a .357 Revolver
from the scene.
It'll be connected.
.357 shells everywhere.
That's all we have
to run with right now.
Dixon's a known associate
of Morgan Andrews.
Yeah, but they work
with the Russians, so...
[camera shutter clicking]
-[Allan] Yeah.
-[camera shutter clicking]
So what the fuck happened here?
Drugs?
Cash?
I don't know.
It's all a shit-show to me.
[Nikolai in Russian]
[in Russian]
Bring me, souvenir.
You understand?
[Nikolai in Russian]
[car engine starting]
[Morgan grunts]
[car door closes]
Morgan.
Boys.
-[Morgan] Fucking cock out.
-Come on.
[Morgan grunts]
Fucking.
Ah, calm down, Morgan,
for fuck's sake.
-Calm down?
-Come in here, I've got a drink.
[Morgan grunts] Fuck.
Calm down.
Here.
[speaking foreign language]
I'd do anything for your father
and your brother, Michael.
May they rest in peace.
But I'm getting too old
for all this shit.
Sorry, Uncle.
Sorry, Sav.
Yeah, there goes my 10%. Thanks.
[chuckles]
[upbeat music playing over TV]
-[Morgan] Thought it was five.
-[indistinct chatter over TV]
[Mitch] Hey, turn it up. Turn it
up. That's us.
This is the robbery.
...as an underworld heist,
only three blocks north.
Police believe that
the armed robber
that was killed
by the passing train...
-Fucking Liam.
-[reporter] may have attempted
to carjack this vehicle.
The person of interest
was driving a white...
[Mitch] Oh my God, that guy.
That dude was there. [scoffs]
The big guy in the white Ute.
I saw him.
-So what?
-[Mitch] Don't you get it?
No.
He's the one with
the money. Right?
-[Morgan] Great.
You want me to fucking get
a crystal ball?
How the fuck are we
going to find the money?
I got the rego.
[laughs]
You know, man,
I like to look at number plates.
I like to look at number plates.
[Morgan chuckles]
Fucking Rain Man.
You... you can look up that
rego, can't you?
Yeah, I'll tell you what.
I'll look up that stuff
and I'll get you a
sweet ride for, say, uh...
-20%.
-Whatever you want, uncle.
-20%.
-[laughs]
Not the Camry.
Not a Camry again. That
last time, that was a bit...
[Sav] I'll get you a sweet ride.
-Promise?
-[Sav] Yeah, go.
[exclaims] We're back, baby.
We're back.
[Morgan] Thank you, uncle.
-Get out of here.
-Fucking Rain Man.
[soft music playing]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Fuck the internet.
-Oh!
-Yes, uncle.
-Yes. Told you.
-That's awesome.
-Morg, can I drive?
-I'm driving.
-I said I'd look after you.
-No.
-Here's your address.
-Yeah. Punch it in.
Thanks, uncle.
-You travel well, huh?
-I won't let you down.
I get the cash, we dash.
Come straight back to you.
-You got the metal in the car?
-[Sav] Yep.
-[Morgan] Fuel?
-[Mitch] Hey.
It's a fucking two-day drive.
-Fuck.
-[Sav] Yeah, look.
You'll need this more
than I will.
[chuckles]
[Mitch] It's the middle
of fucking nowhere, mate.
All right, well, let's go.
Two-day drive, we'll be back.
[Mitch] Jesus.
-Oh, yeah.
-Look at this.
[Sav] Hey, I left a present
in the glove box for you.
-Thanks.
-[Mitch laughs] How about that?
-[car engine starting]
-Oh!
[Sav] Fuck off. Get the money.
Oh my God.
Keep the faith, uncle.
Taking care of business.
[Sav] Yeah, I'll keep the faith.
-You travel well.
-[Morgan] Rock and roll.
[dramatic music playing]
I'm just gonna have a little
kip.
Is that all right?
Yeah.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
We should have get one of
those pillows like, you know...
on a plane.
[soft music playing]
[sniffs]
["Lonely Road" playing]
If I cross your mind
So a prayer I'd find my way
And get off of this
lonely road
Can you hear me
Tell me can you hear me
I've been calling out for help
Still don't see nobody near me
I'm down and
Almost underground and
So deep in the valley
I can't even tell you
Which way is the mountain God!
[bell dinging]
You got fuel?
Just the water.
-Any hot food?
-Does it look like it?
[machine beeping]
There's a pub just down the
road.
They make great chicken parmi's.
The old heads love it.
What do I owe you?
[shopkeeper] Five cash.
And say a prayer for me
I think you in advance
[soft music playing]
-Fuck it.
-[car engine starting]
-I could do with a feed.
-Yeah, me too. Fucking starving.
Where's the next town?
An hour away.
There's no way old mate's
not stopping somewhere.
I mean, there's no way
he's doing this in one hit.
-That's true.
-No?
True.
I reckon from here on in...
every hotel we see,
-stop, take a look, never know.
-Yeah.
Could get lucky.
[handbrake ratcheting]
Hello?
[Bones] Yeah, coming, coming.
Hold your horses.
You looking for a room,
I'm guessing?
Yeah, for the night.
That's 50 for the night,
five extra for a TV room.
Does it work?
[Bones] Yeah, we get
a couple of channels.
[Dave] Why not.
Have you got any food?
Yeah, there's some sandwiches
in the fridge, mate.
Are these fresh?
[Bones] Fresh as they can be.
Just the beer.
[Bones] All right.
Just the beer, hey?
Let's call it a 60 even.
Cash or card?
[clicks tongue]
-Card.
-[Bones] Card it is.
[machine beeping]
All right, mate. Room 36.
Down the back to the left.
Couple of house rules.
No loud music.
You break it, you buy it.
And check out's 10:00 am.
I'll be gone pretty early.
All right, well if it's
before 8:00,
just put the key in the slot.
Ta.
-Down into the right, yeah?
-Down the back to the left.
[door closes]
Morgz.
You sleeping, mate?
-Morgz.
-Hey! Fuck!
-Fuck.
-[breathing heavily]
Take it easy, take it easy.
Sorry, mate.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, no, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry,
I just...
-Sorry. Fuck.
-I just wanted to...
-You good?
-Yeah, I'm all right.
I just needed
someone to talk to.
There.
Sorry, mate.
[Morgan] Mate, just stop at
the next pub or something, eh?
[soft music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Fucking cowboys, mate.
Yee-haw.
-How you goin'?
-Yeah, mate, all right.
Hey, mate.
[Mitch sighs]
I'll check the back.
I'll make a call.
Stay out of trouble.
Me stay out of trouble?
[Morgan] Yeah, uh, two beers
and three shots.
Sure.
-You from around here?
-[chuckles] What do you think?
Nah.
-You?
-Nah, just passing through.
[barmaid] Hmm.
You haven't seen any other
fellas like us pass through?
-Just the one I'm looking at.
-One's for you.
-[barmaid] Hmm.
-Cheers.
[barmaid] Cheers.
[dramatic music playing]
Oh fuck.
[indistinct chatter over TV]
One fucking channel.
Nice night, eh?
[breathes heavily]
[mobile trilling]
[sombre music playing]
-[woman] Hey, Morgz.
-Yeah, hey.
[woman] Hey.
Look, I can't explain.
Just listen.
-Please.
-[woman] What's going on?
I need you to get
Mitch's mum and dog. Yeah?
-[woman] What?
-Get some gear.
And go to the...
beach house at Foxy's, yeah?
Don't tell anyone.
Don't trust anyone. Okay?
[woman] Morgan,
what's happening?
Look, I'll explain later.
And call Uncle Sav.
[woman] Yeah. Yeah,
but are you okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
-[woman] Okay.
-I just got a bad feeling.
-[woman] Be careful. Love you.
-Yeah, I love you too.
[sighs]
[reporter 2] The man
that was killed by
the passing train is
believed to be
part of the group
of armed robbers who escaped
with an undisclosed amount of
money in what they describe
as an underworld heist
only three blocks north.
Police believe that
the armed robber
that was killed by
the passing train
may have attempted
to carjack this vehicle.
The person of interest
was driving a white Ute.
Unfortunately these are the only
details currently available.
If you or anyone you know
has any further information,
please contact crime stoppers
on 136666.
[TV shuts off]
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[car engine revving]
Fuck.
[Mitch chuckles]
Fuck.
It's Nikolai.
[Vlad speaking Russian]
I believe we have
some business to discuss.
What business?
[clears throat]
What business?
You were always the funny one,
huh?
You thought stealing from me
was a game?
You are not the first.
But let me make something
crystal fucking clear.
You are not players.
You are just pieces
on chessboard
I choose to move the
fuck around.
Where is my fucking money?
We don't have your money.
[Vlad laughing]
Tell me one more time.
[Mitch] We fucked up.
We don't have
your fucking money, mate.
All right. But we...
we know who does.
And we are on our way
to get it back.
[Vlad laughing] You are
on your way to get it back.
[applauds] Bravo!
There is a saying we have in
Russia. Okay?
[speaking Russian]
That's really interesting, mate.
[Vlad] You are a motherfucker,
do you understand this?
Listen, mate, we just
want to make things right.
If you want things
to get crazy in here, fuck it.
We'll get crazy.
Fuck!
But we don't have
your money either way.
[Vlad] Shut your fucking mouth!
Nikolai, you have a souvenir?
[dramatic music playing]
[Vlad] You see?
I am asking question,
do you see?
Yes.
[Vlad] Because your
mother hopes so.
And your sister hopes so too.
And her little yappy, yappy,
yappy, yappy dog.
Fuck you, prick.
-[Vlad laughing]
-Morgz.
Fuck you.
[Vlad] When you have my money.
My fucking money!
You call this number. Nikolai
will take care of the rest.
You understand?
Do you understand?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[glass clangs]
-[man 2] Oi! You'll love this!
-[man 3] What is that?
[man 2] Have a look. Check
inside, check inside quick.
[exclaims]
Fuck.
[John] Where are you
boys headed?
-[chuckles]
-Where are you headed?
Duranville.
Uh, you've got a bit
of a drive ahead of you.
-[Mitch chuckles]
-[chuckles]
Yeah.
[John] You've got to be
careful out there, eh?
Don't break down,
don't turn off the main road
and shit, you know?
-I think we'll be all right.
-[John] Because, uh,
you don't want to get lost.
[chuckles]
[chuckles] You might not get
found.
[all laughing]
Anyone tell you,
you look like John Wayne?
Yeah, I was just about to say,
he looks exactly like
John fucking Wayne.
Well pilgrims.
-[all laughing]
-You do.
You'd probably get
Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Take it easy, boys.
Cheers to you, eh.
[Morgan] I had a bad feeling.
-[crickets chirping]
-[upbeat music playing]
-[grunts]
-[dramatic music playing]
Who the fuck are you?
[man 4] Fuck, back the fuck up!
-Give me the gun!
-[woman 2] Fuck off!
-[screams]
-Give me the gun!
-[woman 2] Fuck!
-[Bones] Give me the gun!
-[groans]
-Fuck off!
Fuck this! [screams]
-[groans]
-[woman 2 grunts, screams]
[panting] Fuck! Oh fuck!
-[groans]
-[screams]
[groans] Fuck.
[screams]
[breathing heavily]
One fucking chance.
[breathing heavily]
[sombre music playing]
Yes, uncle, don't worry, I'll
take care of the Russian dogs
once I get the money all right.
And I'll look after uncle, okay?
I'm just waiting for Rain Man,
so I'd have a party.
-Come on Kid Rock!
-[Sav] Good luck, boys.
-[woman] Be careful.
-All right, love you.
-[woman] I love you.
-Fuck.
I thought I said,
keep a low profile, mate.
What the fuck, mate.
-[Mitch] You got a spare dart?
-Yeah, come on.
[Mitch] I'm all smoked out.
Do you have the whole pub
back in your room?
Here. Never knew you could
play fucking...
Was it harmonica?
[Mitch] Neither did I.
[chuckles]
All right, we've got
half a day's drive.
To get to old mate's house.
Get the cash.
-[Mitch] Hmm.
-And then take care
of these Russian dogs.
You speak to Sav?
Yeah, he's pissed, mate.
He was just learning the piano.
No shit.
Anna sends her love.
-[Mitch] Really? You fuck.
-No.
You ready?
I need a coffee.
I've got you one.
Oh, cool.
-Sugar?
-Yeah, sugar, princess.
Come on the fuck on. Oh my God.
[Mitch] What?
Croissants or anything?
It's fucking breakfast mate.
-[Morgan] Hey?
-[Mitch] I just want--
What about breakfast? You know?
[Morgan] It's a fucking...
Look, got you a croissant.
[Mitch] What ever you want mate?
[upbeat music playing]
-[Morgan] Ah, come on.
-[Mitch] Take it easy would ya?
[Morgan] Piss like a racehorse,
bro.
[Mitch] Mate, I've been
holding it for two hours.
[Morgan] Mate,
this guy's going to be gone.
-[Morgan] Come on.
-The horse has been locked up.
[Morgan] All right.
[chuckles]
I'm fucking with ya.
-Don't joke.
-[Morgan chuckles]
All right, you want to fucking
take off? Take off then.
See if I care.
[Morgan] Hey.
Come on Jump in. Jump in.
All right, no more. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, no more. Go on.
-[Mitch] Open the door.
-[Morgan] Okay.
Let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
[Peter] Afternoon, sir.
Sergeant Rose from Worongi
Police. How you doing?
-Good thanks, Sarge.
-[Peter] That's good.
Can we get your driver's license
handy there at all please?
Thank you.
Mr Shepard.
Are you the owner of this car?
Yep.
And you still have
that address at, uh, Duranville?
Sure am.
[Peter] So you're heading home
I take it?
Yeah, I've been working
in the city for a bit.
Do you know why
I pulled you over today?
No idea, Sarge.
Do you know the speed limit
along this road?
Eighty?
Do you know what speed
you were doing?
-Eighty-five.
-[Peter] No, 95, mate 15 over.
I don't think I was
going that fast.
Do you have any reason
or emergency
for exceeding the speed limit?
I just want to get home
to see my family.
It's been a while.
[Peter] Just wait here, eh?
It won't be long.
License check when
ready please.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[Peter] Yeah, surname Shepard.
Uh, first name David.
-DOB 1 December 1989.
-[indistinct chatter over radio]
Uh, Duranville address.
[Peter] Copy that, thanks.
All right. Just before you go.
Quick question.
Do you have anything
in the car you shouldn't have.
That you want to declare to me
right now? Any drugs, firearms?
No, Sarge.
[Peter] None?
Nothing.
[Peter] What's in the bag?
Nothing.
Nothing?
You wouldn't mind if I had a...
Just a quick look in there.
Just to satisfy my curiosity
would you?
-[dramatic music playing]
-Really?
Yeah really.
Because if you don't
open that bag.
Well you see what happens then
is that I form
a reasonable suspicion
that you've committed
an offense.
Because you may have something
in that bag you shouldn't have.
And then I'd detain you
for an emergency search.
And we'd go through your car
like a fine tooth comb--
I've got it, Sarge.
Yeah thought you might mate.
What's with the books?
My grandma. She's a collector.
Am I free to go, Sarge?
Letting you off with a warning
this time. And next time...
just, don't waste my time
and comply, eh? Okay?
Yes, Sarge.
-Have a good day, off you go.
-[car engine starting]
Let's just catch up
with that fucker.
Get that money.
-That easy.
-That easy.
You sure they're going to be
all right yeah?
I fucking promise.
Your mum's good. All right?
-Promise.
-Thanks, bro.
I mean that.
We're going to take care
of business, babe. All right?
Stay king.
What's that law?
What's that law?
I don't know.
Murphy's law, "What can go wrong
Will go wrong."
-You ever heard that?
-See that fucking high...
High IQ, hey?
-All 88 of it, hey? Fucking.
-Eighty-eight?
That's why I call you Rain Man.
Rain Man was 88.
Hundred and eighty eight.
-Hundred and eighty eight?
-Who gives a fuck
-about 88?
-I was 88.
-Maybe yeah. [laughs]
-Fuck.
Maybe. Maybe.
[dramatic music playing]
-Ah, Rain Man.
-What?
You jinxed us. All right, mate.
Okay yeah, I see you dickhead.
Oh.
-Jacks.
-Hey, it's all good.
-Stay calm.
-Stay calm?
-Yeah, yeah, just stay calm.
-You stay calm, dickhead.
I'm not a dickhead.
-You're a dickhead.
-You're a dickhead.
I said you're a dickhead.
I got this, mate. Cops love me.
-Seriously.
-They love me.
-Seriously? All right.
-I'm serious, dickhead.
Relax all right.
Just don't do nothing.
You're a dickhead. Relax.
-Fuck. Relax.
-[sighs] Great, now.
Shit happens.
You haven't got a hat
or something?
[Morgan] It's all good, Rain
Man. Piece of piss.
[Morgan] Take it easy.
[Mitch] All right, man.
Just a big fuckup.
-Afternoon, lads.
-How you going, constable?
Sergeant Rose from Worongi
Police. How you doing?
Oh good thanks,
Sergeant. Long drive.
[Peter] Do you know
why I stopped you?
-Cause I'm good looking.
-[Peter] Well...
Got a bad haircut? [chuckles]
Yeah almost, mate. No,
speeding, guys, 95 in a 80 zone.
You got your license
handy at all?
-Um, we're really sorry.
-Yeah but, um...
-[Morgan] Oh, fuck.
-Where you headed?
-Um.
-Duranville.
[Peter] Duranville? Okay, what
for? What's...
What's happening
there?
-Oh, it's a family funeral.
-Funeral.
That's a hell of a drive
for a funeral, lads.
Fuck. The things you do for
family, huh?
[Peter] Yeah. I'll just quickly
check your license.
Yeah, ah! Bugger me.
It's in... it's in the back.
[Peter] Oh, yeah.
Come out and get it, eh?
Just jump it, yeah jump out.
Sorry, my mate's a bit
special, eh?
-[Peter] No that's okay.
-[Morgan] Stay in the car?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Morgan] Yeah. Sorry, mate.
He's touched for a guy.
-Hey, just stay in the car,
Mitch.
Mitch? Mitch, stay in the car,
mate.
Yeah yeah. Stay in the car.
[Morgan] Mitch,
stay in the car.
Got this one Bitcoin. Smartass.
Rain Man.
[Peter] Yeah cool, mate.
No stay in the car.
I will. Sorry I was just
going to grab a jacket.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Peter] Stay in the car.
-[Morgan] Sorry, officer.
-Stay in the car, Mitch!
-[indistinct chatter]
Stay in the car.
[ominous music playing]
-The fuck man?
-Well done, Rain Man. Well done.
-Open the back of the car.
-[Mitch] Fuck man.
-I love you. Come on.
-That's calm?
[Morgan grunts] Damnit.
Open the fucking car.
[Mitch] What the fuck man?
-Jesus.
-[Morgan] Hurry the fuck up.
Help me get in the fucking cunt
in, will ya?
-All right. Easy.
-[Morgan] All right. Fuck.
Oh, he's fucking heavy.
[Mitch] He's a big boy.
Let's get him in there.
All right, Rain Man.
You're driving.
-All right.
-Get him in there.
[Mitch] All right, he's in,
he's in.
[chuckles]
-Oi! You're driving this.
-What?
I said. You're driving this, eh.
Rain Man...
I love you.
Hey, you're going to
be all right.
I'm driving a fucking cop car...
-Yeah!
-...with a dead cop inside it.
-Yeah! With the lights on.
-Fuck.
-We got this. Hey? Yeah.
-All right, all right.
-All right, all right.
-You believe?
-Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
-Yeah.
All right, man. All right.
Fuck yeah!
Let's go!
[dramatic music playing]
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan grunts]
[Mitch] What do you reckon?
[groans] Yeah.
Let's dump the prick here.
Not a bad spot.
-Good a spot as any right?
-Hmm.
-[screams]
-[gunshots firing]
Fuck. Oh fuck.
[Morgan] Oi, bloody
fucking miracle.
[gunshots firing]
[Mitch] What happened there?
Touched by God, mate.
Now let's dump the prick.
My mum wouldn't have missed
from there.
You can help me carry
him this time.
My back's fucked.
Come on, Rain Man.
What a shit shot, hey.
-[Mitch] That was fucking weird.
-That's not going to make it.
[soft music playing]
[mobile keypad clicking]
-[Jen] Hey!
-Hey, babe.
[Jen] Oh finally.
Yeah, finally, I'm, uh,
just coming through Theodore.
So we've got some reception.
Not long now, baby.
[Jen] Did you sleep at all?
-You sound rough.
-Uh...
Yeah, yeah. I got
plenty of sleep.
[Jen] Be careful.
That stretch of road
can be dangerous.
I'm fine.
Actually everything,
everything's
going to be really good.
[Jen] Hmm.
What are you up to, Dave?
Just trust me, honey.
Uh, you know what?
Everything's going to be great.
[Jen chuckles]
Everything's going to be great.
Okay. Well hurry home.
We're all waiting for you.
Another couple of hours or so.
And I'll be home.
I'll explain everything.
I love you guys.
And I miss you like crazy.
[Jen] We love you too.
And I miss my man.
And Isaac misses his dad.
Give him a kiss for me yeah?
[Jen] I will.
-I love you. Bye.
-[Jen] Bye.
[reporter 3] The manhunt
for the underworld figures
responsible for the
daytime heist
in the inner city yesterday
is intensifying.
Five known gang members
were shot dead
in what police say
could be a gang turf war.
The remaining members are at
large and believed
to be armed and
extremely dangerous.
Police believe that
the brazen robbery
is connected to
a gang related drug war.
I got coverage.
[chuckles] GPS is back up
and running.
Sweet.
I'm on three bars.
Five and a half fucking hours.
Five and a fucking hour,
but oh my fucking God,
I'm gonna need a drink.
Oh, fuck lives out here, mate?
[dramatic music playing]
[car rumbling]
[handbrake ratcheting]
Come on now.
[dramatic music playing]
-[camera shutter clicking]
-[laughs]
[Morgan] You're pulling
my chain, mate.
[Mitch] Why would I make it up?
I'm telling you, mate,
The Subaru got totaled, right?
We had a goose come
straight through
the window shield, right?
After you dickheads
tried to rob the TAB
-in your mum's fucking car.
-No mate, we did. We did rob it.
So, drink and pump one, mate?
[Dave] Yeah, that's about it.
[machine beeping]
All right, that's, uh...
98 even.
Thanks.
Uh, you got a toilet?
Uh, just out the back to the
left. You can't miss it.
Thanks.
-Your mum was pissed.
-I was on the--
Your mum was pissed.
You know, the Jacks asked her
if she wanted to press charges.
It's like, mate, you got me
on armed robbery. [laughs]
You want to get me
for the Subaru as well?
-I love your mum.
-You're fucking out.
-I know.
-She told him to fuck off.
[soft music playing]
[water rustling]
-[Mitch] Oi!
-[Morgan] What?
That's... that's the Ute.
-Bullshit. 100%?
-No, 100%.
-[Mitch] 100%. That's it, mate.
-[Morgan] 100% already?
[Mitch] You know me. I know...
I know my number plates, mate.
[Morgan] All right.
Hey, keep it cool.
[Mitch] Yeah.
-All right.
-[Morgan] All right, Rain Man.
All right, you ready?
Don't do nothing stupid.
-[Mitch] Yeah, me.
-[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan] How you going, mate?
-You know who owns that Ute?
-What Ute?
That... that Ute.
That-- Fucking Houdini.
Where is he? Fuck, man.
No, no, no, no.
Please, please, please.
What the fuck you doin',
Rain Man. Oi!
-Hey!
-Fuck it off!
-Mate, he saw your gun.
-I didn't see shit.
[indistinct clamoring]
-You saw his gun, didn't you?
-I didn't see shit.
-I swear to God, I didn't.
-[Mitch] Yeah, you did.
-No, I didn't.
-Yes, you did. Just tell him
-that you saw his gun.
-I didn't see anything.
-He saw your gun.
-It's okay. Put it down.
Put it down. Rain Man.
All right, mate.
You didn't see anything, right?
-No, no, no.
-No, see?
It's going to be okay.
You got kids? You got a wife?
Yeah.
Yeah? You want to see them
again?
Just close your eyes,
count to ten.
Okay.
Trust me. That's it, breathe.
-One. Two.
-[Morgan] One.
All right.
-Shit happens, eh?
-Fuck.
It's not a fucking fairy tale.
Get the footage.
Grab some smokes.
Grab a Red Bull.
-All right, all right.
-All right. Grab some chips.
-[Mitch] No worries.
-Hurry the fuck up.
[Mitch] Oh, yeah. I'm getting
it. I'm getting it.
-Come on.
-[Mitch] All right.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Let's go, Tom, bro.
A fucking magician, is he, eh?
Fuck.
[whistles]
Hey, get the guns ready, eh?
There he is. There he is.
There he is.
It's like your business, bro.
[dramatic music playing]
[speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music playing]
[Morgan] Let's get this
fucking clown.
I fucking love you, man.
[gunshot firing]
[gunshot firing]
[gunshot firing]
[Morgan] Ah, fuck. [grunts]
[gunshots firing]
Run rabbit, run. [panting]
-Fuck, push. [grunts]
-So fucking close.
-[car engine revving]
-[Mitch grunts]
-[Morgan] You pushing?
-Mate.
[Morgan] Come on,
Rain Man, push.
I am pushing.
What have you got this
in fucking park or something?
[Morgan] I'll try reverse.
I'm standing here, mate.
Oh, fuck. Look at me shoes.
Fuck.
[Morgan] I'll buy you
some new ones, bro.
Push.
-Ready?
-Always in the shit,
you and me, mate.
Always in the fucking shit.
Come on.
Don't you want to get out
and push together or what?
[Morgan] How's your shoes, mate?
Fuck off.
[soft music playing]
Detectives.
Detective Inspector Allan
Hargraves, armed robbery squad.
Dan Rigby.
Steven Marshall.
Boss said you boys
were heading out this way.
This is Pete Rose's patrol car.
And by the looks of it...
he's run foul of somebody.
We just need to know if
this is in any way connected
to a shootout in the city.
Country policing
around here is...
speeding tickets,
traffic crashes...
Saturday night domestics...
kids getting drunk and
causing us all sorts of havoc.
This sort of stuff,
this is out of the ordinary.
You know, the shells
you reported
in the car and on the ground
are similar to the ones used
in the shootout in the city.
It's just not a lot of 9mm
shells popping up on the radar,
you know, especially
a day apart.
[Allan] How long
has he been missing?
[Dan] It couldn't have been
more than a couple of hours,
I reckon.
Pete does a run out here looking
for broken down motorists.
There's no phone coverage.
There's no GPS coverage.
The only things
that seem to work
out here are the police radios.
[dispatcher] VKR any units,
any units to proceed Code two,
Wilsons Service station
Claredon, shots fired.
VKR, this is Mike Papa 401.
Show me proceeding code two
from my current location.
[suspenseful music playing]
[imitates gunfire]
[gunshot firing]
[car engine starting]
Shit.
Hey, hey, look alive.
Someone's coming.
Mate, I told you
nothing to worry.
Hey, oi, take it easy.
-[speaking indistinctly]
-I'm serious.
Be good.
You bloody beauty.
-John fucking Wayne.
-Hey there, fellas.
-[Mitch laughs]
-What's going on here then?
Uh, you can say
we didn't listen, hey?
I thought I told you, huh?
Not to turn off the main road.
-Uh, you did, it's just, uh...
-[Morgan] You did.
...GPS, you know,
told us there...
there might be a shortcut
through here, so.
-You don't trust the GPS.
-[Morgan] Yeah, mate.
[Mitch] Well, we know that now.
[John] All right,
I'll get you sorted.
-All right.
-Yeah, you can?
Yeah, righto, hang on.
-[chain rattling]
-All right.
All right, here you go.
Oh, fuck.
Youse owe me another beer, eh?
I'll buy you as many beers
as you want next time, mate.
[John] That hook there? Yeah,
just hook it underneath the car.
-Come on.
-All right.
-[John]Yeah, let's go. Let's go.
-Come on, Rain Man. [chuckles]
Sorry, where... where?
[John] Do you want me to do it
all for you?
-No, no, no, no, no.
-No, no, no, no, no.
We can do it, we can do it.
-Come on, let's go, fellas.
-[Morgan] Thank you, mate.
[Mitch] So just
at the back there?
[Morgan] Yep, there it is.
[dramatic music playing]
Come on. Come on. Come on.
[mobile trilling]
-Hey, babe.
-Hey, Jen.
I know this is going
to sound crazy,
but you need to listen to me and
please do exactly what I say.
- No questions asked.
-What...
what's happened?
Dave?
There's been a bit of a mix-up.
Long story short,
I've ended up with something
that belongs to some
pretty dangerous guys.
What kind of something?
Can't you just give it back?
It's not that simple.
I need you and Isaac
to go to your aunt's
and stay there for a few days
while I sort this out.
What do you mean, sort this out?
What have you done?
Babe, you just have to listen to
me. Everything will be fine.
-You have to trust me.
-[Jen] Trust you?
I have always trusted you.
But there is always something
and then something else.
I'm going to fix this.
You need to go.
All right, you do that, Dave.
You sort this out.
Isaac and I won't be here
when you get back.
We'll go to Aunt Liz's until you
sort this and yourself out.
Babe, just...
I love you guys.
I know you do.
I just... [sighs]
I have to go.
J--
Fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
Oi.
Sleepy head?
Brother?
Come on.
We're almost there.
What's the plan?
Do what we gotta do.
What happens if he's stashed it?
He knows we're coming now.
Well, we make him talk.
Take care.
Of us.
[can opens]
Oh fuck.
[breathes heavily]
[dramatic music playing]
[gun loads]
Oi.
This cowboy killed Liam.
You stay sharp, okay?
Roger that.
And don't shoot the prick.
We need him alive.
In case he's stashed the cash,
eh?
Look who's talking.
It's not funny.
-I mean it. Don't shoot him.
-I got it.
Or me.
I said I fucking got it.
Oi.
[soft music playing]
[Morgan] Hey.
[breathing heavily]
Hey. Hey.
One.
Fuck.
-[car engine starting]
-Hey. Hey.
[dramatic music playing]
Fuck. Fuck.
Fucking MacGyver country bumpkin
fucking cunt.
Fuck.
Who is this fucking guy?
Now what?
[car horn honking]
Hiya.
Who the fuck is this prick?
You don't know
who you're fucking with, cowboy.
We want our fucking money.
Fucking hear me?
The worst prick's coming after
you if you don't give it to us.
We go 50-50.
Hey.
I can smell him.
Walk around the gully,
I'll meet you up top.
Be careful, bro.
-[Mitch] Roger that.
-[speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music playing]
Drop the fucking gun, arsehole.
Not bad, Anzac.
[Dave] On your knees.
-All right. All right, cowboy.
-Hands on your head.
Done this before, big fella?
Me too.
You served.
SAS.
That your ring?
You fucking steal it?
Fuck off.
It's my brothers.
-Where's the money?
-[dramatic music playing]
-[grunts]
-[grunts]
[Morgan panting]
[Morgan groans]
[screams]
[groans]
[Dave groans]
Hey. [laughs]
Yeah.
Hey. Hey, pretty boy.
-No, cowboy.
-[Dave groans]
[Morgan] Where's the
fucking money?
Hey, you're not so fucking
strong, are you, cunt?
[groans]
That's enough, big fella.
Hold it right there.
[Dave] Now.
[Morgan] Nice one, Rain Man.
-If I can walk about, eh?
-You all right?
[Morgan] Yeah. [chuckles]
Tell us where the
fucking money is.
Cash, where the fuck is it?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Hmm. Hmm. Okay.
You understand,
that's not our money.
These Russians don't fuck
around.
They'll kill your family.
Don't you fucking
talk about my family.
I'll give you half.
It's a scout's honor.
I'm tired.
This is your only way out, mate.
[gunshot firing]
[Morgan] Mitch!
You fucking dog!
[grunts]
[grunts, breathing heavily]
Fuck it.
-[screams]
-[gunshots firing]
-[Nikolai groans]
-[dramatic music playing]
[Dave groans]
You must do better.
Is this it? Is this it?
[Nikolai groans]
[breathing heavily, spits]
[soft music playing]
-Yeah.
-[mobile buzzing]
Yeah righto
Yeah?
Okay.
You know of one, right?
All right.
Yeah, love you too, mum.
Still nothing
on those partial plates.
[sighs] Great.
-What a mess.
-[birds chirping]
Let's go.
-Detectives.
-[Allan] What have you got, Dan?
We got a car, abandoned...
found by a local farmer
earlier this morning.
Two males, gunshot wounds.
One of them looks like he'd been
beaten pretty bad
before he was shot.
They've been taken off
to the coroner.
ID?
Preliminary ID only
at this stage.
Couple of good crooks,
Morgan Andrews, Mitchell Green.
Yeah, we know them.
[Dan] No other witnesses
at the moment,
but not likely around this area.
It's pretty isolated.
Having said that,
there is a spread of
farms out through this way.
If you try your luck out there,
you might dig something up.
Forensics gone over this?
Uh, forensics have, uh,
processed the bodies,
but they haven't
dusted the car yet.
I'll let you know
what forensics digs up.
We'll start door knocking.
All right, good luck, boys.
Cheers.
Bit of fuss going on in here,
mate.
[soft music playing]
[Allan] Uh-huh.
Righto.
VKR check. White Ute's
registered to a Dave Shepard.
This is his property.
Flag on him is
he's ex-military sniper.
Great.
How you going?
How can I help you boys?
There was an incident
a couple of kilometers north,
and we're just checking
with the local farmers.
See if they heard anything,
saw anything.
No, nothing out of
the ordinary from here.
This your property?
Yeah.
Third generation farm.
Keeps me busy.
You're Ute?
Yeah, a little paddock basher.
You in the city
a couple of days ago?
Yeah, just finished up a
contract.
Gonna get home to the family.
There's plenty of
work to do here.
See anything out of the ordinary
in the city there?
Nothing.
Long drive. We just did it.
We just kept coming
across dead bodies.
Know anything about that?
Dave.
You know anything about that?
No idea what you're
talking about.
You own a gun?
Nope.
Know how to use one?
-I'm a farmer. Of course I do.
-Dishonorable discharge.
What was that about?
-Am I under arrest?
-Not yet.
-You got a search warrant?
-[Allan] Not yet.
If I'm not under arrest
and you don't have a warrant...
I suggest you get
the fuck off my property.
Come back when you've got
the right paperwork.
Well, I can arrest you,
and take you down the station,
ask you a few questions there,
if you want.
I can get a search warrant...
get a hundred cops through here,
search your place.
I don't know what you got
yourself involved in here, Dave.
I've been doing this
a long time.
I'm here to help you.
What you got yourself
involved in?
If you got yourself
involved in something...
You should get off
my fucking property.
Where's the fucking money?
[dramatic music playing]
We know you got it,
it's written all over your face.
Just tell us where it is, mate.
What fucking money?
The...
the money or the drugs,
whatever it is,
he's got it here.
What?
What fucking money?
What have you done?
Yeah, I'll pick up
that six-pack after.
Sorry, mate.
[Allan groans]
[grunts]
[gunshot firing]
If you shoot me,
you'll never find it.
[chuckles] I should probably
thank you, shouldn't I?
I had a whole plan about how
I was going to knock
those guys off,
-but you kind of did it for me.
-We can work this out.
You don't need to shoot me.
[groans] Fuck!
Where's the fucking money,
David?
Fuck you.
Isaac's inside, isn't he?
Where is it?
Where the fuck's the money,
Dave?
Fuck you.
[gunshot firing]
[panting]
[groans]
[soft music playing]
Nice shot.
[Jen] Learnt from the best.
[in Russian]
[in Russian]
["Holiday" by Rattle
snake playing]
Everyday's a holiday
Working, drinking at the bar
Where's my day gone drifting
Staring at the house
Every nowhere I'll be sitting
around
here wasting all the
dates
Need to tell me
When do I get paid
I ain't gonna work today
For something
That I don't get paid
I'm just gonna
shoot some gear
Fool around the house today
Little bit of fear
Finding no one
gets the tears
I just wanna drift around
And around electrified
The sister she's
just tripping
And she tells me
All the freaky things
You need to get out of your
house
Get out, get out,
get out now
Breathe the air,
breathe the air
Breathe the air
Everyday's a holiday
-Breathe the air
Working, drinking at the bar
-Where's my day gone drifting
Breathe
-The air
-Staring at the house
Every nowhere I'll be sitting
around
Gettin' wasted all the day
Need to tell me
When do I get paid
When do I get paid