Badland Rising

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.

Go.

Oi, Dave, can I have a quick word?

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 T 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?

I know, mate.

I've been here nearly three months.

My hands are tied.

Yeah, I get it.

It is what it is.

Fuck's sake.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

Hey babe, I'm, uh...

-I'm done. -Done done?

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. I miss you too.

I'll call you when I can.

Love you.

Bye.

Give us the money, Dimitry!

It's not worth fucking dying for.

Fuck you!

Liam, gas the dogs!

- Oi! - Fuck!

Get in!

Fuck me.

Fuck!

- No answer? - No.

Fuck!

Liam would have got something, man.

- Liam wouldn't bounce. - Hang on, hang on, hang-

-Oi, wait, wait, wait. -What? Is that Liam?

- Yeah, it's a text. - Yeah.

- I'm at the Royal Yards. - Yeah?

Morgan will know. What the fuck's that mean?

I know.

I know.

Mate, if you get this, give us a ring back,

but we're on our way. All right, we're on our way.

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.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Tough guy.

What are you doing now? Huh?

You decided to be a fucking hero, didn't you?

Where you going? Huh?

Here we are.

Maybe we can hear a ringing or something.

This is it. Over here. Oi, oi, oi.

That'll be Liam, all right, go on. Tell him we got it.

Go on.

Fuck.

All right?

Fuck.

I mean, that's not how you make porridge.

That was a proper fucking shit show.

- A proper shit show? - Yeah.

No shit, Einstein. Fuck!

What happened to Liam?

- I saw, what you saw. - Hey?

I don't know.

Terry copped a bullet, I saw that.

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.

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.

Liam and Terry.

To a death by misadventure, eh?

Better to burn out than fade away.

See you handsome prick soon.

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.

- Bro, we gotta... - What?

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.

What's this fucking shit? Where's the money?

Oh my God.

Fuck!

This is a joke, eh? Eh?

Yeah, it's funny.

It was all for nothing, bro.

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. - Yeah.

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.

Hey, babe.

I know we only spoke two hours ago,

but I just wanted to hear your voice.

I'll try again later.

Bye.

Yuri.

Drink.

- Boss? - Huh?

It's Nikolai.

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?

- 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...

Yeah.

So what the fuck happened here?

Drugs?

Cash?

I don't know.

It's all a shit-show to me.

Bring me, souvenir. You understand?

Morgan.

Boys.

- Fucking cock out. - Come on.