The Straits

Fuck you, Bonnie Doon.

You thought a rocket launcher through the front door was the...?

It's got nothing to do with you! When do you ever think?

This is fucken out of control. You think he did the clubhouse?

He didn't deny it. You're a dead man.

Come on, not here. I know it was you.

Hey, Boydie! Do you know a bloke called Tungsten?

Strike a deal to supply him what he wants

and you can choose the next president of the DCs.

Two Stroke organised the croc fest.

Got you his contact details, just in case.

You've been talking to Boydie. He's playing you. You're a maggot.

You have to stop him.

- Just a sec. - Oh, fuck!

Sorry, mate, Tunsten wouldn't do it.

Dad? Are you there?

How much are the unscrupulous of Cairns willing to pay

for these ancient Aboriginal artworks of yours?

20 each.

20 Australian dollars for all that history?

It's homage, not theft.

We have company.

What's up, my brother?

You boys got a jack?

I certainly do. Where's your motor?

Can you do me a favour?

My friend was given these Aboriginal paintings

and can't tell if they're originals or not.

I don't know much about art. Fucken hell.

Get out!

Homage or karma? What do you reckon?

Do we know anyone in Cairns?

So I said, 'Dad, you're back.'

Couldn't think of anything else to say.

Hey, I thought Marou would be here.

He'll be here, Mum. We've left him enough messages.

Hmm.

That's probably him now.

Fuck. What is it?

Nothing. Huh?

Have you got a minute?

Hello, love.

Welcome back.

How do we know it's real?

Photoshop's not this good.

Where the hell have they got him? What are we looking at?

Oh, my God!

What are we gonna tell Mum?

We're not.

Hello.

I want to speak to Marou. He's a little tied up.

Listen here, you arsehole, when I get my frigging...

Who is it? Who's got him?

Who do you think?

Give it to me.

If they know it's you, they'll hang up.

This is Sissi Montebello. Who is this?

Sissi? The little one?

What do you want from us?

Esplanade Pool, ten o'clock, just you.

Hello. Oh, hi, Sissi.

He's not here.

No, he's, um, he's in Brisbane for a footy reunion.

Yeah, it was last minute.

Oh, wow.

Oh, that's great about your dad.

I'll let Marou know.

Oh, OK. Bye.

Where are you, baby?

How are you doing?

Pretty bloody silly, putting yourself out there like that.

It was bloody reckless.

Don't try to puzzle out exactly which insult

is the reason you're tied up in this chair.

Killing Bonnie, trying to king-make Boydie, whatever.

Did you know it's a common logical fallacy,

post hoc, ergo propter hoc,

that one event is the direct cause of a second event?

Nah.

You're here because of your family.

You'll get nothing from me about my family.

Well, that's good, because what happens next in here...

it won't be about getting information.

Why would Lola lie?

He must have wanted her to. To us?

He's here.

Oh, sorry, childproof.

Hang on.

Jesus!

Hey, don't stuff this up.

Fuck you.

What do you want from us?

Depends.

How much do you love your brother?

It's a question.

I want you to decide on an amount.

So go back home to your family, you put your heads together

and then come back to me with an offer.

What if you don't like the offer?

Listen, it's, well, it's ten past ten now.

You've got till six o'clock, alright?

We won't forget this.

That's the idea, darlin'.

Oh, and by the way, tell Noel that our families are nice and safe

just in case he's thinking of retribution.

Six o'clock.

Our families are safe - what bullshit!

If I want a bikie hostage, I'll take a bikie hostage,

safe house or not.

Probably true, but they'll be expecting that play anyway.

We have 800K spread about and probably more,

maybe 120 online.

And the islands?

We could tell Gary to get the drugs off Thabulag

and get them into Cairns. Have you been listening?

If we give the pricks the money, it'll be open season on all of us.

Oh, so you'll let him die instead?

You don't know them. These people aren't nice, good or fair.

They'll take our money and kill him anyway.

And you'll do what? Blow them up too?

I'll find him. How, Noel?

I'll ask around.

You're so full of shit.

I'll start with the one bloke Marou wasn't supposed to talk to.

Yeah? Well, I'm organising the money.

That's not your fucken call!

You bet it's my call.

Normally I'd say many heads don't make the best decision,

but it mightn't be a bad idea to get the money,

call Gary about the drugs while we're looking for Marou,

just in case we need it later.

Do it, then. We going?

And who's gonna tell Mum? You fucken tell her!

Minestrone for you.

Oh. It's not homemade, but.

Has Marou been in?

No, not yet. Where is he?

Um, last-minute work something.

Do you want to take a break? I can keep him company?

I'm fine.

I've been looking up on the computer about brain injuries.

It seems that someone with Harry's condition

is at risk of sudden death for up to a year after the event,

so we can't let him out of our sight.

Did the doctors say when he might communicate again?

Neurosurgeon's coming this afternoon.

I bet they'll be pleased with his progress.

Sometimes a body will put all its energy

into regaining consciousness and speech and movement never return.

I'd like to be with him on my own for awhile, thanks, Lola.

Oh.

Of course.

Yeah, you have to process all of this.

I'll drop back later. Yeah, thank you.

Mwah!

Take care, Harry.

We love you.

Can you believe her?

Hey, I want to drive! No way, brother!

Come on, I wasn't that bad.

Hey, the tide's going out. We may have to go around the reef.

What if we bang through? We lose our bums most of the time.

Fuck it, let's risk it.

Alright. Ah!

Mr Boyd!

Hello?

He's not home.

Do you know when he'll be back? I'm not sure.

Hello. How are you?

Do you know Mr Boyd well? Oh, we're friendly.

I love your succulents. Thank you.

Would you like a cutting? I'd love some.

What the fuck?

Oh, this is just gorgeous! Thank you.

Get a good fucken lie down while you're at it?

Boydie's mum's address.

Shit.

Hello? Paddy?

Paddy?

Oh, hello.

Um, I'm looking for my uncle, Padraic Brogan.

Paddy Brogan.

This one shop I worked at, they used to say,

'It's time to take the trash to Frank'

instead of 'Time to take the cash to the bank.'

Way to throw the robbers off the scent.

Um, Paddy's not here.

Right, then. Um, do you know when he'll be back?

You're his nephew?

Joel Thomson. Everyone calls me Thomson, except Mum.

Oh, Joel. And you.

Is something wrong?

Joel... um, I'm sorry.

There's been an accident, a fishing accident.

Wait, he's... he's dead?

Yeah.

Paddy's dead?

I'm sorry.

Fucken hell.

Is...?