The Straits

You tell Mum about Natasha or I will.

Paddy's been stealing from us.

14 girls, 5,000 a head.

We never transport anything that can tell tales later.

You're Gary Montebello, aren't you? Yeah, and you're, um...

Bridget. Bridget.

Just once, OK?

Who the hell else did you tell? Your dad knows.

When will he wake up? There's no way of knowing.

His situation's still too critical to guess.

Mr Doon, Mr Stroke.

I find out that you did this, I'll cut your fuckin' head off.

He's a bikie.

Fuck you, Bonnie Doon.

Is that the whole family?

No, there's a girl, Sissi. She's not a player.

Might see if we can find her anyway.

Will ya, mate?

I think we can decently leave.

I'll take a slash first. Yep.

Hey.

You're a dead man, Noel. Come on, not at Bonnie's funeral.

Show a bit of respect, huh? Fuck you.

I know it was you, you dog.

Hey, it could have been anyone. We're all in the dark, mate.

It's gonna be very bloody dark where you're going.

I don't care who the fuck you are, eh?

Yeah, right. Go fuck yourself.

Thanks for coming.

Bro.

Hey, Boydie, you bastard. What you doing here?

I must be an associate, eh?

What, not patched, then?

Nah, just a hanger-on.

The pressure's on, though. They keep offering me bikes and shit.

So what's going on? It's chaos, man.

There's Two Stroke's camp.

He's got all Bonnie Doon's people

and they just want Noel's head on a stick, right?

Then there's the other camp who reckon Bonnie got what was coming

and just want to get back to business.

You're in the second camp, I'm guessing?

Know a bloke called Tungsten? Probably by sight.

Well, there's a lot of brothers think he should be president.

Right now, we got no product to sell, there's no money coming in.

Things aren't going to settle down till they find new leadership.

You give Tungsten a leg up, strike a deal to supply him what he wants,

you could choose the next president to the DCs.

Be good for you.

What do you get out of it in particular?

I dunno, mate. Consulting fee.

Look, to be honest, if this isn't sorted soon,

bikies are gonna be killing bikies and that's no good for any man.

I dunno, mate.

I know you're trying to do good but we could back the wrong horse

and then where are we? Lost in a shit blizzard.

We're better off neutral in this one.

Two Stroke's a long way off neutral, mate.

He'll come around. He has to.

Sorry, bala. Love to Lynette, huh?

Hi. Do you mind if I just...?

I want you to stop being our lawyer.

Why?

I haven't told Mum.

I haven't told anyone. I...

I just want you to go.

How did you find out?

Is Andrew my ...

He's your half-brother.

You whore.

You need to think about this.

I don't need to think about anything.

Andrew loves you.

Come and see me, in the office.

You need to come and see me.

Harry's left instructions.

So where's Boydie, then?

He bought a place outside Townsville.

I didn't know he was back.

How do you know they didn't bring him back?

Maybe they're just playing you.

Anyway, I got us a new buyer.

I've got a contact in Smacktown. What?

They've got a network.

They've got ferals, hippies, uni students and blackfellas.

Anyway, I've got to get down there today.

I'm worried about our security at the park.

Well Gary's here, Vince is here and I'll put a few more boys on

while we're away. It'll be fine.

Lola, you'll be fine, eh?

Uh, sure.

Look, bala, I need you.

We're bleeding money like our throat was cut.

I want you to forget about Boydie 'cause I think he's a dog.

Are they out?

For the count.

Fuck.

Can you finish?

Yeah.

I didn't tell you. This is not COD.

It's on consignment.

We deliver, they cook it, they sell it, they give us the money.

What if they don't give us the money?

You break their legs. You used to be good at that.

Ambrose!

Ambrose! Ooh!

Hey, Noel.

Hey. Hey.

This is Heather, this is Bella.

Do you want a drink or a smoke?

Or a toilet or anything?

No, we stopped at Thuringowa.

Hey, girls, could you give us a minute, please?

Oh, fuck!

So you got it? It's close.

I'll tell you when I'm ready. Yeah, sure.

This is my brother, Marou. He'll do the drop-offs and pick-ups, alright?

Yeah, OK. Cool.

Where's your lab?

It's a... You know, it's not far.

Move it.

Let's go.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, alright, alright.

OK, I'll move it. Just relax. Fuck!

I mean, I know what I'm doing and I know my people.

Will you two just relax?

There's gonna be a conveyor belt of money

dumping stacks in your backyard, dude.

Sit down. Sit down, OK?

Oi, give me a smoke.

Couldn't even organise a bag snatch.

Have a seat. Relax.

Oh, fuck! Fuck!

They drew them out with a few chooks.

Obviously knew the feeding schedule.

Got in through the perimeter fence. No camera. No-one saw it.

Just get down the hospital.

I'm sorry, bro.

You're sorry? You're always fuckin' sorry.

Alright, that's enough.

Don't worry, Mum, I'll find 'em

and I'll make them eat their own kidneys.

Great. We hit them, they hit us.

Let's not break the pattern, huh?

So what do you want to do? Sit here and do nothing?

Lola is my wife. The croc farm is my responsibility.

I'll fix it. What with?

A stern direction from the pulpit? Please.

With something that won't come back on us.

Can someone tell me why this is happening?

They think we did the clubhouse.

Did we? Doesn't matter if we did it.

Are you serious? After what's happened?

If we didn't, then we have to let the DCs know that.

If we did, I'd like to know why.

Come on, Noel.

What is it?

It's the guy who shot Dad.

He's got a bikie tattoo.

Alright, that's not for either of you to see.

And you thought a rocket launcher through the front door

was the smart response? Ah, it's got nothing to do with you!

It's got nothing to do with Lola either but here we are!

When do you ever think?

What are you two lookin' at?

You've gotta do the necessary. It's as simple as that.

Get it off your phone. It's incriminating.

Buck up, chook. No-one's gonna hurt you.

OK?

Why'd you send Gary home?

Um...

He was just being Gary, getting in the way.

And so tell him to butt out. I mean, he was there for security.

I know. I know, I should've.

Mate, you just go have a muck around. Talk to you in a sec, OK?

Family man.

Yeah, life goes on, you know?

Got a footy match around the corner.

He just loves it.

Oi! You even get your feet wet, I'm gonna slap you silly!

So.

Two Stroke organised the croc-fest the other night

but I'm guessing you already worked that out.

Got you his contact details, just in case.

You really are a devious shit.

I do what I can.

Thanks, man.

But I want to go a different way on this.

Tungsten still want a deal? Mm-hm.

OK.

Knowing Tungsten, he's gonna want to meet up.

I'll talk to Noel. No, not with Noel, with you.

He blew up our fuckin' clubhouse, man.

I mean, come on, everyone knows it.

Well, Noel's in charge now so that's not gonna happen.

You sure? Yep.

Hey, I'll tell you something else for free.

Two Stroke's already put out his feelers for a new supplier

but who he's talked to, I don't know.

Oh, mate! You've got a game!