Last King of the Cross (2023) s01e09 Episode Script

[GUNSHOT]
You're Spyro's little sister?
I guarantee supply far better
than anything they could provide.
Your lot is not welcome here.
We have to be able to trust each other.
- Yeah, we can.
- Look even if I wanted to help you,
you got the wrong bloke.
I've got nothing on John.
- They're saying there could be a deal now.
- You're talking about John.
- Yeah, I know.
- It's John Ibrahim, my family.
I fucking know that!
Who runs the protection racket
in Kings Cross, right now?
Used to be Sam who
collected for Nasa, now it's John.
I run a video arcade Mr. Bolt.
Well would you mind describing for me
exactly what it is
you're doing here then?
Detective Sergeant Crellan
was paid to kill Nasa Kalouri.
I would suggest that
you are the new lifeblood
- of the Kings Cross drug trade.
- But I'm not.
[BOLT] Calling, Mr. Richard
Dickie Needham, please.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I'm sorry.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
[TV REPORTER] More than a
hundred mourners gathered today
in the Western Sydney
suburb of Merrylands
to farewell Jamour Ibrahim,
father of Kings Cross
Nightclub King, John Ibrahim.
The cream of Sydney's
underworld turned out
to pay their respects,
attracting a heightened police presence,
including officers from
the Organised Crime Squad
and the State Protection Group.
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[TV REPORTER] Feuds and
turf wars were forgotten
as the mourners presented
their condolences
to the Ibrahim family.
[MOTORBIKE ENGINES REVVING]
[TV REPORTER] Jamour
Ibrahim, who described himself
as a professional gambler,
had been fighting a
long battle with cancer.
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING]
[SAD MUSIC]
[SAD MUSIC CONTINUES]
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
[SOMBRE MUSIC]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
Hi,
I'm Anastasia. I'm John's friend.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Mama, this is Anastasia.
Hi darling.
Thank you for coming.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[JOHN] Hamish.
- Hey.
- Appreciate you coming down.
[SAD MUSIC]
All of these men, they come for my sons.
This man, their father,
he could only ever
dream of such respect.
[SAD MUSIC CONTINUES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[THEME MUSIC]
[TV REPORTER] The Royal Commission
into police corruption
has now wound up.
Dozens of officers have been stood down
pending further investigation,
and protected witnesses are in hiding.
And some, like corrupt
Kings Cross Detective,
Sergeant Bryan Crellan,
facing murder charges,
have found themselves behind bars.
Tragically, 11 police officers
have taken their own lives
rather than face cross examination.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Any reason for the long face?
Crellan's locked up.
Mooney's on ice, in witness protection.
We ripped the guts out of this thing.
Everyone's happy.
You should be out getting drunk.
You think?
Yeah,
I do. Just don't stay out too late.
You've got an important meeting
scheduled here at 9:00 AM tomorrow.
You too, champ.
Big things in store guys.
Big things.
[EERIE MUSIC]
[WATER FALLS]
[EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES]
Look, look at these fuckwits.
I want them all cleared out.
Make sure you take some boys with you,
if you're going to be scared.
Sam.
Good to see you back.
Fuck me.
Hey, clean this up for Sam, yeah.
- Just a coffee, Sam?
- Yeah.
Leave this.
[ASHTRAY FRANK] It's
a nice service, Sam.
[PK] Yeah. Yeah, you boys did real good.
How's your mum holding up?
Is she all right?
All right, you let us know, hey.
- Two, one.
- Yeah, yeah.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
You're at my fucking table.
I'm kidding.
Oi, relax. Why you so tense?
- Fuckwit!
- [JOHN LAUGHS]
- Hey, look at us.
- Not bad, huh?
[JOHN] You're smiling.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
We'll do this outside, down by the pool.
There's no such thing as
organised crime anymore.
It's just this disorganised shit
and every rat and dog,
they all want a fucking piece.
That's what we should be worrying about.
Not what Nasa had, you
know, the good days.
That's over.
Information is the
new currency, not cash,
we can't pay our way
out of trouble anymore.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
As far as I'm concerned,
we let 'em have it.
Brother,
anyone who runs a business
in the Cross pays protection.
From who?
The clean cops you
can't pay off anymore.
Who are they protecting themselves from?
From me.
They can protect themselves from me.
Fuck it, I'll call it the, um,
street tax.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Osmon!
Put Desiree in the pen.
Hey, come here.
All right.
So, see
You see Desiree, right?
Desiree's the red one.
- [CHICKENS CLUCKING]
- There she is.
Right so, so you got to watch out.
She, with the female, you
got to really watch out,
all right, 'cause they can
get really, really aggressive.
I mean, in a pecking order,
you've got to be careful as well
because the more contained they are,
the more aggressive they can get.
So, I mean I've seen 'em,
I've seen the females,
like, eat their young.
So, let's do this.
[SAM] These fucking cockroaches.
You see what happens when
I'm gone five minutes,
they're fucking everywhere.
So what?
You want what Joey had?
Because he's doing fucking 16 years now.
Sam, I own four clubs,
plus we're making triple
off all the other venues we're
looking after. That is ours.
It's legitimate.
This is still my street.
- That's what I'm about.
- Yeah,
I know.
I just want you to come in with me.
Work with me.
What?
Running clubs, hanging out with
celebrities like a fucking wanker.
No.
Come on man,
it's all you.
I want something for me like, respect.
Sam, fuck the street.
Let 'em have it.
Because in six months they'll
either be dead or gone.
I need us to work together on this.
'Cause how we play it out from
here is really fucking important.
Not just for us,
for Mum.
I need you to set me up someplace.
I need a base.
Somewhere right here.
Yeah, I can do that.
[TONY] You know the great irony of the.
Royal Commission is?
What's that?
It's put Kings Cross on the map.
And now you've given every
Viet gangster on the strip,
the green light.
Yeah I know, but look
what we've fucking done.
I mean, all we got to do
is sit back and you know,
they pay up and we're
laughing, aren't we?
And the Ibrahims? You think
they're just going to sit back?
Well, John just wants his
fucking clubs, don't he?
And then Sam, he couldn't
organise a piss-up in a brewery.
I mean,
we're laughing.
I think Yael's right.
I really think we need to
get John on board with this.
Why? He's a celebrity now, right?
He's a rockstar, he's
just walking around
with a big fucking target on his back.
They got him cornered.
And you think that's a good thing?
We might have just started a war.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Cemeteries kind of creep me out.
You know, Rookwood, it's so old.
And it's funny, we used to live
so close by when we were kids.
We used to go all the time.
You know, me,
Spyro and our little cousin Linus. Yeah.
We had this game that we try
and find the oldest headstone.
They were right back to the First Fleet.
Did you know that?
Yeah, you can still find them.
Anyways.
I don't like crypts.
I mean, if I had a
choice, I'd be cremated,
because fuck sticking me in a
concrete box with my whole family.
[LAUGHING]
How well did you know him?
My brother.
Ah.
I don't know.
I thought we talked about this.
He was around,
different crews.
He was always really friendly with me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Fucking drugs.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[UPBEAT CLUB MUSIC]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[STEPH] You're serious?
You want Sam to set up in Stripperama?
Just give him access to the bottom bar.
One of your own girls on the books.
Dion will handle security.
Nothing else changes, all right.
You just, treat everything like normal.
He'll kill us. I know it, but,
six months, we'll see what happens.
They're fucking animals John,
him and his bikie mates.
If you want to move on,
I can set you up someplace else.
I need to keep Sam contained.
The place would burn to the
ground without me, and you know it.
But I want a raise.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES]
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
John.
Sorry to interrupt.
Just thought it was about
time I bought you a drink.
Uh-huh.
Where's Chuckles?
Or you here to honey trap me?
He's gone home for the
weekend and I am celebrating.
I just got promoted.
Lucky me.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
A brand new task force.
Good for you.
- Tasked with what?
- [BAR TENDER] Here you go, John.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
We're sweeping up the garbage
the Royal Commission missed,
the ones who got away.
We?
Yeah, me and Luke.
[LAUGHS] A small handpicked team.
Oh, good for Mary.
Well we're after the big dogs John,
facilitators, the enablers.
Why are you here, Doyle?
Look I,
I wanted to say I was very sorry
about what happened to your friend,
Dave Campbell.
I guess we don't always
appreciate the pressures
that some people might be under.
- I prefer we change the subject.
- Well,
I think it's important that you know
that he wasn't talking to us.
Of course he wasn't. He was staunch.
He wouldn't talk to any fucking jacks.
But his mate Dickie Needham did.
We couldn't shut him up.
He was ready to spill
his guts on the stand.
Do you think maybe that's
what got him killed?
I think you're barking
up the wrong tree.
I don't give a fuck about Dickie
Needham and the fact he's dead.
He shouldn't have talked.
Did you know that forensics
matched the bullet
that they dug out of his body
to the gun that Dave
used to kill himself?
Yeah,
it was Dave and Dickie
who robbed the Vietnamese
and shot dead their guy.
- Look, I know this is probably
- That's bullshit.
Why would Dave need to?
What, I don't know.
Everyone needs extra cash
for something, don't they?
Maybe he had a special project.
Anyway, we think he killed Dickie
to stop him rolling on you
and then just tidied up the whole mess
by taking his own life.
Listen John,
there are people who need to pay
for their role in all of this.
We all have our cross
to bear, Detective.
Come on. Come on, you could help me.
I don't have the kind
of access that you do.
Enjoy your drink.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
What's doing boys?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Doesn't look like nothing
with those matching bumbags.
Not a fucking boy band, are youse?
It's cool,
we got the green light.
- It's pay to play up here.
- Not anymore, it's not.
Change of management.
Must be out of the loop.
What?
What, well why doesn't
anyone tell me this shit?
Huh?
- [GUNSHOT]
- [MAN] Son of a
[MAN SCREAMS]
And then I wouldn't have to do that.
[MAN GRUNTS]
- [GUNSHOT]
- [MAN SCREAMING]
- And that.
- [MAN GRUNTS]
[MAN SCREAMING]
Tell your boss,
if I see youse here again,
I won't be so gentle next time.
[SAM] Now fuck off.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bumbags.
[MAN CRYING IN PAIN]
[MAN SPITS]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Why do we got to pay for protection for
when you don't even
have the fucking jacks
on the take anymore?
We've been out there on our own now,
fucking three months.
And now all of a sudden,
you want us to fucking pay you rent?
Fuck me, Sam.
It's, it's, it's my risk.
I've got enough to worry about now,
with real fucking cops.
What the fuck are we
actually paying you for?
Hey? Come on guys, back me up here.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Oh fuck, Sam. No mate, fuck!
Sam, I didn't mean
nothing by it. Jesus! Fuck!
[GLASS SHATTERS]
- [MAN SCREAMING]
- [THUD]
[MAN] What the fuck!?
[BIKIES CHATTERING]
[MAN] This fucking came
through the fucking window.
Jesus fucking Christ, Sam.
[SAM SIGHS]
Anyone else?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[SAM] I'm confused,
I'm letting you guys work up here.
All I ask is that you pay your
rent every fucking Thursday.
I'm not your friend.
I'm not your partner.
I'm your fucking landlord.
You'll all get two runners each,
if I see more than 10
people on the street,
then I come asking why.
Just stick to your spot.
You need to talk to me?
The boys at the door know who you are.
Any questions?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING]
[SAM] So, this thing at the window.
That happened while I was in the toilet.
Stuart's been talking a lot
about how he's been feeling depressed
and shit lately.
You know.
You all heard that, right?
Yeah.
[PEOPLE LAUGHING AND
CHATTING IN DISTANCE]
Sorry about Dave.
You knew,
about us?
Yeah.
He loved you, you know.
[POLICE SIRENS]
He would've wanted you to have that.
Take care, Simone.
[POLICE SIRENS]
[TRAFFIC BUZZING]
[HORN HONKING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[BIKIES RUMBLING]
- [CAR HORN HONKS]
- [MAN] Stop him! Come here, come here.
Hey you.
[THUDS AND KICKS]
[MAN] Fucking get him
out of here. Fuck him off.
[EZRA LAUGHS]
[PHONE RINGS]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
Yeah.
You need to curb your dog,
or there'll be consequences.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[UPBEAT CLUB MUSIC]
[SAM] Everything's changed, Tony.
Nasa's dead.
Joey's in super-max.
Ezra? No one gives a fuck about anymore.
What?
Without the jacks,
he's just an old guy who's had his day.
He ought to be fucking grateful.
If he wants to talk to me,
that's fine.
He can come stand outside
and line up like everyone else.
That's the message you
want me to take back?
Yeah.
It's my fucking street.
If the old man can't get
that through his head,
I don't know what to tell you.
And I'm not kicking up,
so you can tell him
all that's done, it's finished.
Isn't he in bed with the Viets?
Yeah.
So he can have Cabramatta. What
does he want, the whole fucking city?
I just worry mate,
about the consequences.
I've known him, a long fucking time.
And I've known you a long time, Tony.
And I respect you brother, I do.
But your boss made his choice
when he sided with the Asians.
What about your brother, Sam?
What about John?
He's all right with all this, is he?
You know what?
You're right.
It's the wrong message.
Forget about it.
Instead, you tell your boss
that I'll let his
dealers onto the street,
when he comes here in
person and asks permission.
And I don't give a fuck
if he's holding my brother's hand.
He asks me himself.
Now,
I'm still going to tell
him to go fuck himself,
but I'll let him walk out of here alive.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
All right.
That was the message.
Okay, bye.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[EZRA BANGS PHONE]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ALLEN] What's his brother suggest?
I mean, I presume you've
spoken to him about this.
Look, he's a club owner.
Give me a break, Jesus Christ.
- John, doesn't deal in drugs.
- Oh, no.
[ALLEN] He convinced a Royal Commission.
[CALANDRO] So did you,
convince a Royal Commission.
So what, he's an altar
boy all of a sudden
- What did you just say to me?
- Oh, please.
Girls, girls, I think we're getting
a little bit side-tracked here.
Yeah, can we just keep to the point?
It's a Wednesday, I've got a schedule
and we've spent half an hour,
discussing the psychological
profile of a drug addict.
I mean, I don't even know
what the fuck I'm doing here.
You know what, Ezra?
I'll go start lunch.
Nice one.
Look, um,
he's a thorn in my side.
All right, which means that
he's a thorn in your side.
So what do you want me to do?
Walk up to Sam Ibrahim
and shoot him in the face?
You can do that?
[CAMERA SNAPS]
It's 800 feet of road.
All right, and you've got a
brand new shiny police force.
I mean, you can't control that?
It's not fucking Columbia.
Look, if you need a motion
to put together a task force,
I can use my influence.
The Premier will listen to me.
- [EZRA] Anywhere you like girls.
- I need your full support.
Anywhere you like.
- Thanks.
- Wonderful.
[LADIES CHUCKLE]
[EZRA] Enjoy.
This looks great.
What have we got here?
I think I bought this
[CAMERA SNAPS]
- [SIRENS WAILING]
- [DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[JOHN] Those other ones,
you can send them away
- [DANCE MUSIC]
- [PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[MUFFLED POP MUSIC]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
Frank, what the fuck's going on here?
We all set?
All set, sir.
- Go.
- [INTENSE MUSIC]
[PUCK] John, pick up.
- Yeah.
- I've got the Consorting squad out here.
- They said they got a warrant.
- Who's in charge?
[PUCK] Detective Donnelly.
He's gone in the back way.
Puck, you do not let them in, all right.
You just stay there. Just hold 'em off.
Licensing and compliance check, sir.
Are you the proprietor?
- Who sent you?
- Are you John Houssam Ibrahim?
Answer the question.
I'm going to have to get you to
open up that safe for us, sir.
Any weapons on site
you want to declare now?
[WOMAN] What the fuck are you doing?
He's fucking laying them.
Get out of his face.
You get out of my face.
Get your fucking hands off me.
[ONLOOKERS SHOUTING]
[POLICE WOMAN] Put your hands up!
[WOMAN] What the fuck
are you doing? Fuck!
[INTENSE MUSIC]
[JOHN] Go, go. Close the door.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[BIKIE] I'm hurt, you fuckwits.
John, you need to speak with him.
We're not going to survive this.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ONLOOKERS SHOUTING]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
All right, John?
You don't tell Ezra
Shipman to go fuck himself.
I thought you wanted order.
Order?
What order?
There are good businesses
shutting down left and right
because of you and your
fucking greasy mates.
Listen to him.
But, no, that is exactly the point.
You don't fucking listen.
I asked you to leave it with me, okay?
To work with me. And
instead you do this.
I would've fucking
stabbed him in the eye.
Or push him out a fucking window?
Is this your grand plan, Sam?
What, you smash a few
lines with the boys,
you do whatever the fuck you want,
you get yourself thrown
back in prison again,
and you leave me to clean
up your mess like always.
Do you know how it
feels to have to stick up
for you when you are actively
the one fucking us over?
Knowing that my big
brother is a fucking
It's fucking embarrassing, Sam.
And you know the only way this ends is
either you or me or both of
us end up in prison or dead.
And yet you still fucking do it.
I don't know how to help you anymore.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Help me?
Help me, John?
Help me do what?
To get out of your way, to get in line?
Shut up and play the soldier for ya?
Why am I the problem
all of a sudden, John?
'Cause I'm bad for business?
That's my blood on that street.
- It's my fucking blood too.
- Yeah, but you were smart.
You were always smarter than me.
You made sure you took
a piece for yourself.
I wasn't the problem back then, was I?
Nah, I was a fucking hero.
The great Sam Ibrahim.
As soon as I start standing
up on my own two feet,
I'll take a piece for
myself here and there.
And I stopped taking orders from Ezra,
and Nasa fucking Kalouri.
And my little brother, all of a sudden,
no one wants to know me.
Don't worry.
I know what I am.
I'll save you the embarrassment.
The last thing I ever
fucking wanted in the world
was for you to help me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Sam.
Just do what you got to do, John.
I'll do me.
[CAR REVVING]
[DOG BARKING]
[MOONEY] Maybe just go
down the shop or something.
[KATH] And do what, exactly?
I don't know, go and
read some magazines,
or bloody buy some orange juice
or talk to the lady at the counter.
The lady at the counter? Have
you been down there lately?
- No.
- No.
'Cause that lady at the
counter is a 15-year-old dropout
who uses instant coffee in
the fucking espresso machine.
- Oh c'mon.
- No I watched him do it, Declan.
He literally, the kid served me
an international roast
cappuccino with two teaspoons
out of a fucking can.
Why don't you go and
buy some fishing rods?
- Oh fishing rods. That's a great idea.
- Yeah, go down to the river bend
when the kids get home
from school or something.
Well you know people
actually do come here
by choice, you know, to do
some fishing. Take it in.
Buy a fucking fishing rod?
Ah, for fuck's sake,
Princess, shut the fuck up.
Jesus fucking Christ
I'm going to kill her.
Great, give the kids something
else to cry about when
they get home from school.
- Shoot that fucking dog.
- You fucking little shit.
- Fucking Wyee.
- Motherfucker!
[KATH] I guarantee you, if you
look it up it means 'shithole'.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[VISITORS CHATTERING SOFTLY]
Thanks for coming. I appreciate it.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
You know my, my daughter Sarah?
She won't come and visit me in here.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
[JOHN] Yeah.
[CAR DOOR SLAMMING]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
What the?
John, Jesus fucking
Kill the engine.
Do it.
Got any plans tonight?
My, it's my wife's birthday.
My daughter's coming.
Her husband, grandkids.
- That would be nice.
- Yeah.
Happy birthday.
I'm not the only one with copies.
What do you, do you?
Is this?
You want money?
Is this a blackmail thing?
You need to be really careful how
you speak to me right now, Senator.
I've got money. Plenty of it.
And I earned it.
I'm not like you.
What I want is an address,
but also for your mate,
the Assistant Commissioner
here, to pull his goons
off the strip and let me run my venues
without unwarranted interference.
That one, I'm going to hold you to.
I don't know what kind of
influence you think I might have.
Your daughter, Ashley?
How old would she be now, what 32, 33?
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Life has worked out pretty well for her
since Spyro became a distant memory.
Of course you and I
both know that the reason
he's been off the scene
is 'cause his brains
are probably still
ground into his workshop.
And his mate Gibbo,
well, I reckon he was pretty
unlucky to be visiting him that night.
So those, fuck, you can have those.
Who gives a shit?
That's page three gossip.
Nothing compares to what you have done.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Double homicide.
It's not the best look
for a senator, is it?
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[RELAXED COUNTRY MUSIC]
[CAR DOOR SLAMMING]
Yeah, just a middy of New there, China?
[BARTENDER] Yeah, all right.
- Just passing through mate?
- Yeah.
Yeah, no, strictly
speaking, here and back.
Yeah, flew into Newy from
Melbourne this morning, drove an hour.
Back to Newy this arvie.
See if I'll be home
for tea. Cheers, digger.
I'm just delivering a message is all.
I'll tell you what, Declan,
how about you and I
just cut to the chase, eh?
Let's get this over and done with.
It's just you and me, mate.
We're going somewhere?
Not if I can help it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
So, there's this bag here, right?
I saw you looking at it earlier.
There's a hundred grand
in there. True story.
Do a lot with that, I reckon.
So, here's what's going to happen.
In about 30 seconds,
I'm going to go over there.
I'm going to take a piss.
And if I come back out here
and you're still drinking your beer then
I'm going to grab the
bag and go back to Newy,
fly back to Melbourne and
tell the fella that gave it
to me that you don't want it.
And that's your choice.
Or, you take the bag,
you put it in the boot of
that Camry of yours out there
and you drive back to the missus
and the kids there on Florence Street.
You keep the lot of it.
[DECLAN NERVOUSLY SWALLOWING DRINK]
I'm not lying to you.
Declan.
But, you will have to do
something for me in return.
What is it?
Change your statement.
Tell the coppers you
got your story wrong
on the night Nasa Kalouri
fell off the face of the earth.
You were drunk.
Your former partner, Bryan,
he dropped you at the pub.
You and Kath, you were going
through a rough, rough, rough spot.
You needed some time by
yourself so you sat there
watching the sport on the
telly, probably drinking
a little more than you should've.
Then,
when the cops finally
got you they verballed you
and they had you tell 'em
everything they needed to hear
so they could pin
something on your partner.
Now, that is a lot to remember so,
I've written it down.
You just follow the script.
Okay.
And Declan, you know I can't
make your mind up for you,
but since you're in so-called
witness protection, gee,
I'd be thinking how easy was
it for this fellow to come
in here and find me sitting on
my favourite little bar stool.
You understand what I'm saying?
Have a good day.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Shot.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah.
Tony.
Shit.
Yeah.
Just let me know all the
details when you know.
I'll be there.
I'm really sorry.
[TENSE MUSIC]
- Thanks for coming.
- Of course.
- All the best, Ezra.
- Thanks a lot.
I'll bring your car around
the front in just a moment.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Well, I got to admit I wasn't
expecting to see you today.
I came to pay my respects.
For what?
The deceased.
Say her name, John.
To Yael.
You're very honest, John.
I like that about you.
Okay, so we're in conflict.
You and me, which is a
shame, but you're in my home.
So what do you want to talk about?
Go on pick a subject, any subject.
Kings Cross.
Really?
I mean, come we, let's
talk about death, shall we?
I mean a fucking heart
attack for fuck's sake.
I mean, how random can it be?
You know she was, she
was looking me in the eye
just right in the eye
the second that she died.
You know, right here.
Last thing she ever saw.
Your brother told me to go
fuck myself. Did you know that?
What do you want from us?
Well, last week I wanted
to get your attention,
which I did obviously.
But now, right now, I think.
I want what I had.
I want my wife back.
Yeah.
And I want your lunatic
brother to fuck off back
to Parramatta or wherever
the fuck you guys come from.
You're all so violent.
All such violent men.
I mean, what is that? Why is that?
Well, what do you want?
You want the fucking world, right?
The thing is, I don't
give a fuck anymore.
I bled you, John.
And one day your brother will
die violently and he will not
have my fucking sympathy.
I don't think we should be having
this conversation right now.
Probably not.
No.
But still, maybe I saved you
from the same fate, right?
Yeah.
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC]
I have to piss.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
Just give me a second, I'll go move
the Bentley and you're good to go.
Thank you.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[EXPLOSION]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[CAR ACCELERATES AWAY]
[FIRE SIZZLING]
[INTENSE MUSIC BUILDS]
["JUST ABOUT TO BREAK"
BY PAUL KELLY PLAYING]