Jack Irish (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
Everyone connected to my stitch-up
has been murdered
or died in an accident - Wayne Dilthey, Travis Dilthey,
Janene Ballich, and Sarah's sister's still missing.
We found Tina. It's connected to a prison...
Fuck! ..to the Church...
How do we know who to trust?
They're only powering Christian towns.
Boyd, Fraser.
This is a very different country to the one you're used to.
Troublemakers, they don't do well here.
Listen, I need to go to Mindanao.
I'm meeting a contact who says he can get me to Hadji Adhib.
ADONIS: Villagers are being driven out of this region.
By a little outfit called Holman-Dang.
(Heavy blows on car roof)
So, who was throwing rocks at us last night?
Not the terrorists. We'd be dead now.
Scared locals, more likely...
...people who don't want this to happen to them.
What happened here?
Nothing good.
People either fled or got killed.
And the bodies?
LINDA: Hello.
Hello!
I'm Linda.
What's your name?
Where's your mummy and daddy?
Are you hungry, do you want some food?
Something to eat?
Come.
(Both speak local language)
Linda! Linda?
Linda!
(Rifle clicks)
(Speaks local language)
Boss? (Speaks local language)
(Shouts)
(Both speak local language)
Come.
Kneel! Kneel down.
Police, police!
Move! In the car! They'll be here any tick.
In, in!
In!
DAVID McCORMACK: ♪ You may run on for a long time
♪ Run on for a long time
♪ You may run on for a long time
♪ God almighty's gonna cut you down
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut you down
♪ Go and tell that long-tongue liar
♪ Go and tell the midnight rider
♪ Tell the rambler and the gambler and the back-biter
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut 'em down
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut 'em down. ♪
♪ I'll be loving Jesus It's undeniable
♪ Ooh, he's the light, the light
♪ Jesus is light
♪ He's the light, the light Jesus is light. ♪
(Cheering)
Um, everyone here knows my young son, Josh.
Come on, stand up, Josh. Give them a wave. Say hello.
Now Josh once asked his dear, old nan
whether she'd prefer to be buried or cremated when she died.
Quick as a whip, she replied,
'I don't know. Why don't you surprise me?'
(Laughter)
Now, life is full of surprises, isn't it?
So when someone as young as Tina...
...as beautiful, inside and out...
Well, it's a shock.
It's hard to fathom.
Get it together, Rob.
Your wife and children are sitting right in front of you.
But I don't know why we're feeling so sad.
I mean, Tina certainly isn't. She's partying with Jesus himself!
(Cheering)
We know she is!
Like everyone here. You are paid-up members of a special club. Why?
Because you believe.
OK, you're on.
♪ I love Jesus... ♪
Apparently, this was the service your sister wanted.
She was 35, and mauled to death by dogs!
She was back on the drugs.
I don't believe that.
The autopsy was unequivocal - it was all through her bloodstream.
And you believe that, unequivocally?
Please. I don't want to argue.
Yeah, you're right. Let's not.
If that creep in there would like to meet Jesus, I will help him.
Sarah! Well, someone needs to care about her!
You'll join us at the cemetery?
Ah, serve for Jesus? Could you?
Sure, yeah.
Here you go. Oh! Ah...
It's... It only takes notes.
Oh, right.
You and Tina... Were you close?
Ah, I'm a friend of her sister's.
Oh.
She was very kind, Tina, when I was having troubles.
We're having a good-grief meeting here for her tomorrow.
A what meeting? Good grief.
It's where we turn our grief from a negative force into a healing one.
Ah. I should come along. I could do with a bit of healing.
Technically, it's only for Level 2s and above.
But given you're family, I'm sure you'd be very welcome.
Oh, OK. Is Pastor Rob going to be there?
No. Pastor Rob wouldn't have time for a little group like ours.
Right. Alright, see you then.
Cheers. Ah...
♪ He's alive, alive. ♪
It's catchy. You OK?
Yeah, I'm alive!
No, I've got my own chauffeur.
Oh, why are funeral processions so slow? God, they're dead!
They don't have to worry about having an accident.
Oh, Tina would have hated this!
She would have hated it.
(Toots horn) Come on, come on!
Pull over. Huh?
Pull over. Can you stop the car? What? What's wrong?
I want to get something for her wake.
What are you doing?
I need something in a lime green.
Is that her favourite colour?
No! It's the colour she most hated in the whole world,
and she'd love it that I wore it for her.
We don't have anything in a lime green.
Oh.
Oh, hang on...
Oh, that's disgusting! (Laughs)
She would hate this!
Is your change room through here?
(Chuckles)
Sarah? We're going to be late.
What do you think? I think we're going to be late.
Come here.
Hey, hey! Let me take you home.
It's fun! Let me take you home.
Come on, take a risk! You can look in the mirror.
I think you're being...
What, unstable, unhinged?
I was going to say, sad.
Hm?
I'll just find someone else. I don't want you. I don't need you.
Listen... No. Get out!
I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere. Hey, hey...
It's OK.
I saw you talking to your father.
You saw me standing with him.
Thought you might have been burying the hatchet.
There wasn't one handy.
Is he really that bad?
Don't you read the polls?
No.
There's only so many bloody-minded decisions you can make
before your soul chucks it in.
Well, there is no shortage of father issues in the world, is there?
Mine was killed starting a pub brawl when I was a kid.
Is this the same footie legend
that I'm being asked to immortalise in bronze?
Yeah.
Well, you know - you kick 112 goals in a season,
and they'll forgive you for anything.
No way!
Struth! Is this really how we want Bill Irish remembered?
No.
What exactly did you promise her?
Yeah. Maybe there's a way out of it.
I just said, 'The job's yours, 100%.'
I gave her my word, on my wife's grave.
There's not much wiggle room in that, then, is there?
It's upside-down, surely.
You reckon that might be the head there?
Eh?
'No.5.'
I still can't work out what club this bloke played for.
Five'd be Bernie Quinlan, surely.
Bernie Quinlan? Then it's a bloody desecration!
Hm.
TV: It's going to boil for about 45 minutes or so.
It really depends on how fresh...
(Switches TV off)
(Knock at door)
It's me. I found these...
I found these at the market. I figured she'd be size 5.
How is she?
Yeah, the doctor's been back. She's still in shock.
She seems physically OK.
Adonis is getting nowhere, trying to find any family.
Truth is...
...daughters aren't as valuable as sons, in some parts.
(Speaks Polish)
I understand enough Italian to know that that was Polish.
Was it?
Drink? Sure.
From what I gather, asking around the island,
that was the only village that wouldn't sell to Holman-Dang.
Fishing is a dead-end game if you're not near water.
They held out - ten generations of fishermen.
So they held out, and now they're gone.
Here.
Could Holman-Dang be a bank for Hadji Adhib?
He has to fund his operation somehow.
Could be him.
Could be warlords.
Or could be the power plant.
Why the hell would any of that lot be sending 25 grand to Jack Irish
in Fitzroy?
Miss Hillier?
Glad to see you in one piece.
Bloody dangerous place you chose to go sightseeing the other day.
Good news travels fast. Lucky for you it does.
I'm the one who sent Fraser and the boys out looking for you.
Can't tell you how thrilled they were, heading into Hadji territory.
You think it was him who destroyed the village?
Who else? That kid waving a gun in your face was one of Hadji's.
But wasn't it a Muslim village?
You're looking for reason and sense from terrorists.
If they're not shooting at us, they're shooting each other.
And none of them think much of journos. Get back to Manila.
I'd love to, but I'm following a story about a bank.
The Holman-Dang Bank. You heard of it?
Yeah, I've got a Christmas account with them.
What are you talking about?
Don't you want to go home?
I can't get out of this shithole fast enough.
Someone logged on to my computer at 10:30pm the other night.
Well, rules me out. I clock off at five. It's a religion.
Why are you sniffing around the Tina Longmore case?
Well, I'm nothing if not thorough.
She was a druggie. She was on heroin.
She was a druggie four years ago.
That's a long time, between now
and sitting on a beanbag, listening to Nirvana.
So? People go back.
Yeah. You know she was a friend of the late Janene Ballich?
Stop trying to make this sound more interesting than it is.
Believe me, I'd like to.
Oh, and Barry? Mm-hm?
Keep your arse off my chair.
(Phone rings)
ANSWERPHONE: You've called Jack Irish. Leave a message after the beep.
LINDA: Ah, hi. It's me. I just wanted to hear your voice.
Listen, about this bank...
Hi. You OK?
There's a link, this Holman-Dang Bank thing of yours.
It may be more complicated than I thought.
They're operating here in Mindanao, but I have no idea what's going on.
This young boy was shot in front of me,
and there's this gorgeous girl...
Ah, shit. Are you alright?
Not particularly.
Listen, I just need you to tell me everything you know.
I know bugger-all, really. It's connected to some
happy-clapping church here, I think, but I don't know how.
I reckon you should get out of there.
Right. And go where? You've taken my name off the answering machine.
Well, people kept leaving messages.
Look, it's sort of late. Do you reckon we can talk about this tomorrow?
'This?'
Is someone with you?
What a bloody mess.
(Phone rings)
Yeah? Fuck you, Jack!
I have been sitting here, wanting you, wanting to hear your voice,
thinking every day about getting on a plane and coming home.
And now I'm up to my neck in your Holman-Dang shit.
I mean, I've hardly cleared Customs and you've moved on. Fuck you!
Was that her?
Yeah.
Do you still feel anything?
Yeah.
Good.
An arsehole wouldn't.
So you've never lived anywhere other than Fitzroy?
No. North Fitzroy, but that wasn't right.
I could never live on your side of the river.
Have you been thinking about it?
The less they see of you, the better, so will you wait in the car?
Yeah. So, in the car?
Yes, in the car. It's not hard.
No.
MARK: We're here, Jesus. EVERYONE: Praise be his name.
Let us release Tina with words that describe our loving memories of her.
Jess?
Kind.
Courageous.
Truthful.
Warm-hearted.
Janene Ballich...
...she was a friend of Tina's, right?
I was just thinking how... Well, how weird it is,
that she died the same week as Tina.
She was a member of this church too, right, as Tina?
Yeah. Yes, it's very sad.
We weren't really close with Janene though.
She was a Level 3 and didn't really mix with anyone below that.
Tina always did.
Sorry, a Level... 3.
I've just been made a 3 too.
Despite everything, you made it, Mark.
Why? What...
Ah, my wife kind of fell out with the Church,
and she made a bit of a fuss. Ah.
Is your wife still...
I don't have any contact.
And the Church helped me realise that, for my own sake,
I had to cut off all ties with her and my son.
You're kidding me?
I'm sorry, who makes the call on these levels?
Pastor Rob and the Council of Elders.
The higher up you are, the more time you spend with Rob.
And that's all based on your time with the Church
and your good works and...
Money? I'd imagine money comes into it.
Yes, we do pay a tithe - 10% of our salary.
Now, could we return to releasing Tina?
Yeah! Yeah, carry on.
Tina, I release you from our love into his.
It's just that a wife and child is a pretty big price to pay for...
Please! Jack...
Sorry. Yeah, I... I release her too.
Pastor Rob wants a private word with you, Mr Irish.
Oh! Well.
Wonder what level that makes me, then.
All in less than an hour, as well.
He just talked himself into some sort of grief meeting.
He's with Shand now.
I don't know! He just asked him up there.
Yes, we are monitoring it.
I'm on my way.
Where to, boss? Via Crucis, fast.
(Starts engine)
Ah! Jack, isn't it? Please, come in, take a seat.
Can Bev get you a cup of tea?
I'd love a cold one, if you've got any beers.
(Laughs) No, we're dry, I'm afraid, but we have all sorts of teas.
No, it's OK.
So, what do you make of our humble abode?
Well, there's money in them there Jesus.
(Laughs) Believe in him, and he will share his riches.
Oh. I reckon I must have read the wrong Bible.
It was all, original sin and the fires of hell when I was a kid.
Oh, no, we don't go in for that much here, no.
One of our core beliefs is helping people to flourish in God's embrace.
The gift of wealth we see as part of his blessings to us.
Ah. So the more money, the better for you guys, huh?
Success and wealth, he reserves for those who truly believe.
But I get the sense you have a less than charitable view of us.
Oh, nah...
I'm forming an impression.
Tell me, would you trust me enough to answer a few questions honestly?
Sure, as long as you answer a few of mine, honestly.
Question for question.
We find that people can't hide their true feelings from a camera.
Do you do this for everyone?
Ah, yes, we do, in fact.
I want you to understand, Jack, that we have nothing to hide.
Well, I don't mind being filmed
as long as I can turn that thing around on you
and film you as well. Delighted to. OK.
So let's start with, what do you believe in?
Ah, that they hike petrol prices,
and that the Lions are a no-show for the Grand Final this year.
You see, the key to this is to be truthful.
Right. What do I believe in? Ah...
That weight for age, there are more decent people than arseholes,
but for some reason, the arseholes seem to inherit the earth.
So you're a cynic. Mm.
Do you believe in an afterlife? Hang on, Vicar. My turn.
Do you think it's odd that three people from your church
all disappeared within the same week?
Um, sad, yes. Odd, no.
I have pastoral care for over 30,000 people.
I think I see too many deaths.
Why does someone with a Law degree
work as a bagman and a debt collector?
Well, I prefer the company of honest men.
You seem to know a lot about me.
You're avoiding the question. What are you trying to achieve?
Just a little bit of peace, you know?
Tell me about your Whitehill Prison outreach program.
Well, we've reduced the recidivism rate by 90%
by finding them gainful employment.
As what, thugs for hire?
Why'd you choose me?
Why was I set up?
I... I don't know what you're talking about,
but I do know that we choose ourselves.
Come on, let's do this for real.
What's your greatest fear, Jack?
Isn't it true that you lost your wife?
Would it be fair to say that
losing someone who's very close to you
and being powerless to do anything about it,
that is your greatest fear?
Obviously.
Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love is as bad as it gets.
That would be my greatest fear. Isn't it everybody's?
Well, it's certainly mine, yes.
Right. So Tina's death would have really rattled you, then?
The death of any parishioner is... I'm not talking about
any parishioner, I'm talking about your mistress.
OK. Let's do this at another time when you're less confrontational.
Or better yet, why don't you come to one of my sermons?
You can see what this place really brings to people's lives.
Ah, Lazarus is back, come to show me out, I assume.
I thought I asked you to wait in the car.
SARAH: I AM in the car.
But I'm in the car park.
Oh! You wanted me to stay in the car park as well?
You should have made that clear.
Tell me, where did you first meet Travis Dilthey?
Ah, the Tessler Building. Why?
Right. Do you want me to come and pick you up?
Yeah, that'd be good, if you're, you know, not too busy or anything.
She was at the church...
...and she followed me all the way here.
I'll bloody do it! I'm not frightened.
I'll walk up to her and say it straight -
'Now, look, you're a nice girlie,
but I think you should head back to art class.'
That might damage our friendship with Jack.
The cost of war! The committee can't grant a commission of this magnitude
to a sheila who makes someone's head look like a cow pat.
Yeah.
Hello! Three gorgeous men.
They've seen my exhibition, haven't they?
Yeah, I'd put money on it.
So, the Tessler Building - did you go inside?
No. Thank you. No, you told me to stay in the car.
I followed Dale and this other guy.
What'd the other guy look like?
Buzz cut, older. You wouldn't mess with him.
Mm.
I've got the feeling he's the one who urinated on me.
Oh. Incoming.
You should just put them out of their misery.
Absolutely no way.
Look, it might be better if you broke it to her, Norm,
because you'd be gentler with her than I would be.
(Grumbles)
Round 2? Mm.
I think he's going to ask you for a date.
No, no.
I thought I might have dropped something, but...
Round 3.
Jack, Jack? Could we, ah...
Could we have a private word with ya?
Certainly, Wilbur.
Ah, it's about your father's statue.
Sarah is so excited. She's brimming with ideas.
You've seen her work, you know what she's capable of.
About the work... I knew it would speak to you.
It does, it does. But...
...do you think it might be a bit modern?
Not for us, but for the older members of the club.
Yeah. They're not as up on art as us.
I think, with your passion, you'll be able to talk them round.
Just tell them it was the same with the Sydney Opera House.
She's so excited!
I hate the bloody Opera House.
I want to give you this.
You can have it.
I thought you'd be on the first flight out.
Well, they pay me by the word,
and I think there's a few words in this one.
She's going to be a handful.
International headstamp code 314.
That would be March 2014.
'MIC' will be some bullshit name -
Military Industries Corporation or something.
That won't exist.
It's the way reputable arms dealers
flog their stuff to known terrorists, I suppose.
Yeah, I know, but nobody's talking.
You know we can't take her with us?
What's her name?
Fatma.
MAN: Hi.
Can YOU tell me where I am?
I fly in, I fly out. I never know where I am anymore.
Really?
It's on the towels.
(Gunshots, screaming)
Excuse me.
You're OK?
It's fine. Come on.
Hey? Yeah?
I bought you something to mark your horse's first outing.
Oh! But it's just a little country meeting.
Yeah, but it's important to do it right.
All famous horse owners have one.
A trilby.
Wow. If you're not wearing one, no-one will take you seriously.
Really? Mm-hm.
Look at that.
Thank you very much.
Come on!
Stick it on your head. (Laughs)
(Wolf-whistles) Beautiful!
And the hat wouldn't make sense without the jacket.
(Laughs)
Who are you, buying me this?
Harry would be very pleased.
Why don't you come with us today?
Might be nice for you to be with someone.
I WILL be with someone. I'm having dinner with Charlie.
You're having dinner with Charlie? Mm-hm.
I've worked for that German for 15 years,
I've never been invited to dinner once.
Maybe if you got your joints right.
(Phone rings)
Thanks for the hat and the coat.
You look gorgeous.
Irish. Jack, darling? Sybil.
Who? Bobby Warburton's agent.
Ah, yes. I've tracked down that payment.
I was wondering if we could catch up.
I'm actually heading out for the day,
but I could certainly send my secretary,
um, my associate, to come and meet you instead, if that's alright.
(Sighs) Memory lane.
All this rich history. What a legacy he leaves behind.
'Life is but a walking shadow...'
You told Jack, my junior associate, that you found something.
Ah. Your junior was right. Bobby went behind my back.
He was paid off the books.
I've been his agent now
since I first saw him play one of the Ugly Sisters.
Then, of course, there was the production where...
You said you had a name, an address?
No, but he definitely received an amount of $15,000 -
he never mentioned it- from someone called Holman-Dang.
Ha! And I never saw any of it - not one red cent.
Holman-Dang. Yeah, we know about them.
So nothing else? There's no booking name or no contact?
But if you do locate the person who booked him, I would like my 15%.
I can't stay mad with him! I never could.
'3rd January. A wintry, wintry summer's day.
Another opening night looms. The old fluttering begins.'
Oh, you'll love this - 'And I stand, centrestage.'
Oh, Jack. Sorry about the wait.
Takes longer than my second marriage these days.
Ha! Very good. Nice touch.
You look like an owner.
Now, remember - we have no interest in your nag.
I want distance between us.
We don't know you, you don't know us.
How much did you back him for?
We didn't. Not the time to show our hand.
Expectation is the enemy.
What about prize money?
$800 for the win.
It cost 1,000 bucks to get him here. The long game, Jack.
Eyes on the prize -
the McGrath Cup.
That's why we're trialling him out here - minimum chance of being seen.
Harry, Cam?
Jack? Clive!
What brings you boys all the way out here?
The hot dogs.
(Piss off!)
RACE CALLER: Started good, in a great line.
African Prince came out of the gates like a bullet
and went straight to the front.
Greta's Dream coming after it, then came Boozy Lunch,
and Lost Legion from a long way back.
Muscle memory kicking in, competitive juices flowing.
Lost Legion takes the lead, and at the 200m mark...
Come on. Come on. That's the way.
Obsidian Dragon next, but this is a big lead.
Lost Legion, from the back, storms to victory...
Yes!
...and wins it by two or three lengths.
'29th April 1990. Saw Branagh's Henry V.
Frankly, he was not up to the role.
Crucified the pentameter, and as for...'
Sorry - do you have all his diaries?
Compelling, aren't they? He left them to me, the whole set,
with a view that, one day, we'd publish.
Do you have this year's?
Didn't exactly light up the track. Pretty average field too, I reckon.
(Mobile rings) A win's a win.
Sign of a true champion - runs just as fast as he needs to.
Hello? What day did you see Bobby Warburton
playing the part of Travis Dilthey?
Ah, Tuesday the 3rd, I think.
So it'll be in and around that date.
I might have an address.
Is this where people usually come for auditions?
Yeah, Cynthia. Um, let's look at Race 7.
1,800 on a heavy track is no walk in the park. Who do we like?
I know that guy.
Oh, I know him as well. That's, um...
Ah, Warren, Warren...
Warren Tissot?
I met him at the Tessler Building.
What's he doing here?
(Dials)
Aloha.
I'm in Bali, not Hawaii, and I can't talk.
I've got an airline shuttle bus coming.
I'll be home tomorrow, and I need my car back.
How's it going? It rained.
And how's married life?
He's in the toilet. This is the eighth day of his 24-hour bug.
(Toilet flushes) The bus is coming in three minutes!
SIMON: Coming!
I'm outside of an address, and there's no name on the building,
nothing on the gate. I want to find out who owns it.
Ask them? Not really that sort of place.
Get on to the Council - find out who pays the water rates, electricity.
I'm getting on a plane. (Vomits)
Right - what's the address?
Jack, not John. Am I right?
That is you. What are you doing out here, stalking me or something?
Something, yeah. What about you - what are you doing here?
Just delivering keys to tenants. This is another building of ours.
Oh. Who are the tenants? I don't know.
I'm just told to deliver the keys. None of my beeswax, really.
This isn't the lot that you had trouble with, is it? Strange mob.
No hellos, no how-do-you-dos. You meet the gamut in my line of work.
I know you're not meant to judge someone you first meet,
but as old Napoleon would say... I should go.
Good to see you, mate. Right, yep.
(Mobile rings)
Irish. The address you're at is a factory,
but I have no idea what it makes. It's very odd.
There's firewalls, security, but as far as I can find out,
the building is registered to a church, the Way of the Cross.
Ah, now there's a familiar name. Thanks for that.
Ah, do you mind if we follow this truck?
Boss? Is the track going to be heavy or not?
We'll take that as a yes.
(Knock at door)
I got us a flight back to Manila tomorrow at 11am.
What about Fatma?
Adonis couldn't find any of her family.
But there's this orphanage. It's pretty basic...
No, no. I'm not leaving her here, no way. Not in this place.
I thought so.
I got her a ticket too.
It's borderline kidnapping, but we'll worry about it later.
You better get packed.
Hello?
My name's Linda Hillier.
Whoever owns this phone recently tried to kill me.
I'm an Australian journalist, and I would like to interview Hadji Adhib.
He can call me on this number.
What about Here Comes The Man, Race 3, Moonee Valley?
This little excursion wouldn't have anything to do with the urinator?
I suppose letting it go is out of the question?
Yeah. Genetic impossibility, I'm afraid.
So 500 on Race 4, No.6.
What was that filly you liked at Warwick Farm, Cam?
Honduran Cigar.
Where the dickens are we?
I hope you're going to fix me up for petrol.
Hi. I'm a bit early.
I wanted to see if you had a piece of wood that...
Oh! Sorry. I didn't realise you had clients here.
They're not clients.
They're from the bank, aren't they, Charlie?
I haven't had time to prepare the Himmel und Erde.
Oh, well, that's alright. I don't mind.
I wanted to make a sculpture for Jack in memory of his car,
so I need to make a stand for it.
What's his favourite timber to work with?
Should be chipboard.
Well, what's your favourite timber?
King Billy pine. Very rare.
It wasn't before he started working with it.
MAN: Thanks. Cheers, mate.
Come. I'll find you a piece that survived.
Are you wanting to sell?
Not that much.
Where are they taking us?
No idea.
How badly do you want to know what's in the back of this truck?
Well, we've come this far.
Stop here.
Look.
Yeah, yeah. I saw it finish in Race 3.
Harry? Could you pass me the briefcase, please?
Stay here. Should we just back up and go home?
Probably.
♪ COUNTRY MUSIC ON TRUCK RADIO
(Switches music off)
(Mobile rings)
I think that might be for you.
JACK, ON RECORDING: Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love
is as bad as it gets.
That would be my greatest fear. Isn't it everybody's?
Take me back straightaway. What?
Did you ever meet Jack's wife?
Once. She came in to buy a table.
Good eye for detail, like yours.
He must have been a complete mess when she died.
He's not a mess now?
I've been trying to call you. Will you give me a buzz?
And don't go home, OK?
I've never had apple with potato before.
Himmel und Erde - heaven and earth.
Mm. It really works. Opposites often do -
heaven and earth, fire and water...
...beauty, nincompoop.
OK, so, walk on.
'Cause there's such love in the air tonight. I can feel it.
You can feel it. Blah, blah, blah.
Then there are those people
that keep running into the same old brick walls again and again.
That's where I want the spotlight to hit me here.
As for those brick-wall idiots...
Don't worry, I won't say 'idiots'.
...I have some bad news for you.
His day of reckoning is coming.
Goodnight. Auf Wiedersehen. (Laughs)
Love is the thing that connects us all. Love him, love each other.
Ah, Romans 13:8.
Then I'll just throw it to the band.
(Line rings)
Come on, pick up.
(Rings)
Hey, it's me again. Just call me, will you?
(Cheering)
You know...
...I feel sorry for those people that could never feel the joy
that fills our hearts tonight, because there is such love
in the air tonight.
AUDIENCE MEMBER: Yeah! I can feel it.
You can feel it, can't you?
(Applause and cheering)
Praise the Lord, hallelujah!
Love is the thing that connects us all.
Love him, love each other.
That is his message.
Romans 13:8...
'Owe no-one anything except to love each other.'
Love allows us to turn our back on a hostile world.
(Audience cheers)
In love, we find our only true safe place.
(Cheering and clapping)
(Explosion)
or died in an accident - Wayne Dilthey, Travis Dilthey,
Janene Ballich, and Sarah's sister's still missing.
We found Tina. It's connected to a prison...
Fuck! ..to the Church...
How do we know who to trust?
They're only powering Christian towns.
Boyd, Fraser.
This is a very different country to the one you're used to.
Troublemakers, they don't do well here.
Listen, I need to go to Mindanao.
I'm meeting a contact who says he can get me to Hadji Adhib.
ADONIS: Villagers are being driven out of this region.
By a little outfit called Holman-Dang.
(Heavy blows on car roof)
So, who was throwing rocks at us last night?
Not the terrorists. We'd be dead now.
Scared locals, more likely...
...people who don't want this to happen to them.
What happened here?
Nothing good.
People either fled or got killed.
And the bodies?
LINDA: Hello.
Hello!
I'm Linda.
What's your name?
Where's your mummy and daddy?
Are you hungry, do you want some food?
Something to eat?
Come.
(Both speak local language)
Linda! Linda?
Linda!
(Rifle clicks)
(Speaks local language)
Boss? (Speaks local language)
(Shouts)
(Both speak local language)
Come.
Kneel! Kneel down.
Police, police!
Move! In the car! They'll be here any tick.
In, in!
In!
DAVID McCORMACK: ♪ You may run on for a long time
♪ Run on for a long time
♪ You may run on for a long time
♪ God almighty's gonna cut you down
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut you down
♪ Go and tell that long-tongue liar
♪ Go and tell the midnight rider
♪ Tell the rambler and the gambler and the back-biter
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut 'em down
♪ Tell them God almighty's gonna cut 'em down. ♪
♪ I'll be loving Jesus It's undeniable
♪ Ooh, he's the light, the light
♪ Jesus is light
♪ He's the light, the light Jesus is light. ♪
(Cheering)
Um, everyone here knows my young son, Josh.
Come on, stand up, Josh. Give them a wave. Say hello.
Now Josh once asked his dear, old nan
whether she'd prefer to be buried or cremated when she died.
Quick as a whip, she replied,
'I don't know. Why don't you surprise me?'
(Laughter)
Now, life is full of surprises, isn't it?
So when someone as young as Tina...
...as beautiful, inside and out...
Well, it's a shock.
It's hard to fathom.
Get it together, Rob.
Your wife and children are sitting right in front of you.
But I don't know why we're feeling so sad.
I mean, Tina certainly isn't. She's partying with Jesus himself!
(Cheering)
We know she is!
Like everyone here. You are paid-up members of a special club. Why?
Because you believe.
OK, you're on.
♪ I love Jesus... ♪
Apparently, this was the service your sister wanted.
She was 35, and mauled to death by dogs!
She was back on the drugs.
I don't believe that.
The autopsy was unequivocal - it was all through her bloodstream.
And you believe that, unequivocally?
Please. I don't want to argue.
Yeah, you're right. Let's not.
If that creep in there would like to meet Jesus, I will help him.
Sarah! Well, someone needs to care about her!
You'll join us at the cemetery?
Ah, serve for Jesus? Could you?
Sure, yeah.
Here you go. Oh! Ah...
It's... It only takes notes.
Oh, right.
You and Tina... Were you close?
Ah, I'm a friend of her sister's.
Oh.
She was very kind, Tina, when I was having troubles.
We're having a good-grief meeting here for her tomorrow.
A what meeting? Good grief.
It's where we turn our grief from a negative force into a healing one.
Ah. I should come along. I could do with a bit of healing.
Technically, it's only for Level 2s and above.
But given you're family, I'm sure you'd be very welcome.
Oh, OK. Is Pastor Rob going to be there?
No. Pastor Rob wouldn't have time for a little group like ours.
Right. Alright, see you then.
Cheers. Ah...
♪ He's alive, alive. ♪
It's catchy. You OK?
Yeah, I'm alive!
No, I've got my own chauffeur.
Oh, why are funeral processions so slow? God, they're dead!
They don't have to worry about having an accident.
Oh, Tina would have hated this!
She would have hated it.
(Toots horn) Come on, come on!
Pull over. Huh?
Pull over. Can you stop the car? What? What's wrong?
I want to get something for her wake.
What are you doing?
I need something in a lime green.
Is that her favourite colour?
No! It's the colour she most hated in the whole world,
and she'd love it that I wore it for her.
We don't have anything in a lime green.
Oh.
Oh, hang on...
Oh, that's disgusting! (Laughs)
She would hate this!
Is your change room through here?
(Chuckles)
Sarah? We're going to be late.
What do you think? I think we're going to be late.
Come here.
Hey, hey! Let me take you home.
It's fun! Let me take you home.
Come on, take a risk! You can look in the mirror.
I think you're being...
What, unstable, unhinged?
I was going to say, sad.
Hm?
I'll just find someone else. I don't want you. I don't need you.
Listen... No. Get out!
I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere. Hey, hey...
It's OK.
I saw you talking to your father.
You saw me standing with him.
Thought you might have been burying the hatchet.
There wasn't one handy.
Is he really that bad?
Don't you read the polls?
No.
There's only so many bloody-minded decisions you can make
before your soul chucks it in.
Well, there is no shortage of father issues in the world, is there?
Mine was killed starting a pub brawl when I was a kid.
Is this the same footie legend
that I'm being asked to immortalise in bronze?
Yeah.
Well, you know - you kick 112 goals in a season,
and they'll forgive you for anything.
No way!
Struth! Is this really how we want Bill Irish remembered?
No.
What exactly did you promise her?
Yeah. Maybe there's a way out of it.
I just said, 'The job's yours, 100%.'
I gave her my word, on my wife's grave.
There's not much wiggle room in that, then, is there?
It's upside-down, surely.
You reckon that might be the head there?
Eh?
'No.5.'
I still can't work out what club this bloke played for.
Five'd be Bernie Quinlan, surely.
Bernie Quinlan? Then it's a bloody desecration!
Hm.
TV: It's going to boil for about 45 minutes or so.
It really depends on how fresh...
(Switches TV off)
(Knock at door)
It's me. I found these...
I found these at the market. I figured she'd be size 5.
How is she?
Yeah, the doctor's been back. She's still in shock.
She seems physically OK.
Adonis is getting nowhere, trying to find any family.
Truth is...
...daughters aren't as valuable as sons, in some parts.
(Speaks Polish)
I understand enough Italian to know that that was Polish.
Was it?
Drink? Sure.
From what I gather, asking around the island,
that was the only village that wouldn't sell to Holman-Dang.
Fishing is a dead-end game if you're not near water.
They held out - ten generations of fishermen.
So they held out, and now they're gone.
Here.
Could Holman-Dang be a bank for Hadji Adhib?
He has to fund his operation somehow.
Could be him.
Could be warlords.
Or could be the power plant.
Why the hell would any of that lot be sending 25 grand to Jack Irish
in Fitzroy?
Miss Hillier?
Glad to see you in one piece.
Bloody dangerous place you chose to go sightseeing the other day.
Good news travels fast. Lucky for you it does.
I'm the one who sent Fraser and the boys out looking for you.
Can't tell you how thrilled they were, heading into Hadji territory.
You think it was him who destroyed the village?
Who else? That kid waving a gun in your face was one of Hadji's.
But wasn't it a Muslim village?
You're looking for reason and sense from terrorists.
If they're not shooting at us, they're shooting each other.
And none of them think much of journos. Get back to Manila.
I'd love to, but I'm following a story about a bank.
The Holman-Dang Bank. You heard of it?
Yeah, I've got a Christmas account with them.
What are you talking about?
Don't you want to go home?
I can't get out of this shithole fast enough.
Someone logged on to my computer at 10:30pm the other night.
Well, rules me out. I clock off at five. It's a religion.
Why are you sniffing around the Tina Longmore case?
Well, I'm nothing if not thorough.
She was a druggie. She was on heroin.
She was a druggie four years ago.
That's a long time, between now
and sitting on a beanbag, listening to Nirvana.
So? People go back.
Yeah. You know she was a friend of the late Janene Ballich?
Stop trying to make this sound more interesting than it is.
Believe me, I'd like to.
Oh, and Barry? Mm-hm?
Keep your arse off my chair.
(Phone rings)
ANSWERPHONE: You've called Jack Irish. Leave a message after the beep.
LINDA: Ah, hi. It's me. I just wanted to hear your voice.
Listen, about this bank...
Hi. You OK?
There's a link, this Holman-Dang Bank thing of yours.
It may be more complicated than I thought.
They're operating here in Mindanao, but I have no idea what's going on.
This young boy was shot in front of me,
and there's this gorgeous girl...
Ah, shit. Are you alright?
Not particularly.
Listen, I just need you to tell me everything you know.
I know bugger-all, really. It's connected to some
happy-clapping church here, I think, but I don't know how.
I reckon you should get out of there.
Right. And go where? You've taken my name off the answering machine.
Well, people kept leaving messages.
Look, it's sort of late. Do you reckon we can talk about this tomorrow?
'This?'
Is someone with you?
What a bloody mess.
(Phone rings)
Yeah? Fuck you, Jack!
I have been sitting here, wanting you, wanting to hear your voice,
thinking every day about getting on a plane and coming home.
And now I'm up to my neck in your Holman-Dang shit.
I mean, I've hardly cleared Customs and you've moved on. Fuck you!
Was that her?
Yeah.
Do you still feel anything?
Yeah.
Good.
An arsehole wouldn't.
So you've never lived anywhere other than Fitzroy?
No. North Fitzroy, but that wasn't right.
I could never live on your side of the river.
Have you been thinking about it?
The less they see of you, the better, so will you wait in the car?
Yeah. So, in the car?
Yes, in the car. It's not hard.
No.
MARK: We're here, Jesus. EVERYONE: Praise be his name.
Let us release Tina with words that describe our loving memories of her.
Jess?
Kind.
Courageous.
Truthful.
Warm-hearted.
Janene Ballich...
...she was a friend of Tina's, right?
I was just thinking how... Well, how weird it is,
that she died the same week as Tina.
She was a member of this church too, right, as Tina?
Yeah. Yes, it's very sad.
We weren't really close with Janene though.
She was a Level 3 and didn't really mix with anyone below that.
Tina always did.
Sorry, a Level... 3.
I've just been made a 3 too.
Despite everything, you made it, Mark.
Why? What...
Ah, my wife kind of fell out with the Church,
and she made a bit of a fuss. Ah.
Is your wife still...
I don't have any contact.
And the Church helped me realise that, for my own sake,
I had to cut off all ties with her and my son.
You're kidding me?
I'm sorry, who makes the call on these levels?
Pastor Rob and the Council of Elders.
The higher up you are, the more time you spend with Rob.
And that's all based on your time with the Church
and your good works and...
Money? I'd imagine money comes into it.
Yes, we do pay a tithe - 10% of our salary.
Now, could we return to releasing Tina?
Yeah! Yeah, carry on.
Tina, I release you from our love into his.
It's just that a wife and child is a pretty big price to pay for...
Please! Jack...
Sorry. Yeah, I... I release her too.
Pastor Rob wants a private word with you, Mr Irish.
Oh! Well.
Wonder what level that makes me, then.
All in less than an hour, as well.
He just talked himself into some sort of grief meeting.
He's with Shand now.
I don't know! He just asked him up there.
Yes, we are monitoring it.
I'm on my way.
Where to, boss? Via Crucis, fast.
(Starts engine)
Ah! Jack, isn't it? Please, come in, take a seat.
Can Bev get you a cup of tea?
I'd love a cold one, if you've got any beers.
(Laughs) No, we're dry, I'm afraid, but we have all sorts of teas.
No, it's OK.
So, what do you make of our humble abode?
Well, there's money in them there Jesus.
(Laughs) Believe in him, and he will share his riches.
Oh. I reckon I must have read the wrong Bible.
It was all, original sin and the fires of hell when I was a kid.
Oh, no, we don't go in for that much here, no.
One of our core beliefs is helping people to flourish in God's embrace.
The gift of wealth we see as part of his blessings to us.
Ah. So the more money, the better for you guys, huh?
Success and wealth, he reserves for those who truly believe.
But I get the sense you have a less than charitable view of us.
Oh, nah...
I'm forming an impression.
Tell me, would you trust me enough to answer a few questions honestly?
Sure, as long as you answer a few of mine, honestly.
Question for question.
We find that people can't hide their true feelings from a camera.
Do you do this for everyone?
Ah, yes, we do, in fact.
I want you to understand, Jack, that we have nothing to hide.
Well, I don't mind being filmed
as long as I can turn that thing around on you
and film you as well. Delighted to. OK.
So let's start with, what do you believe in?
Ah, that they hike petrol prices,
and that the Lions are a no-show for the Grand Final this year.
You see, the key to this is to be truthful.
Right. What do I believe in? Ah...
That weight for age, there are more decent people than arseholes,
but for some reason, the arseholes seem to inherit the earth.
So you're a cynic. Mm.
Do you believe in an afterlife? Hang on, Vicar. My turn.
Do you think it's odd that three people from your church
all disappeared within the same week?
Um, sad, yes. Odd, no.
I have pastoral care for over 30,000 people.
I think I see too many deaths.
Why does someone with a Law degree
work as a bagman and a debt collector?
Well, I prefer the company of honest men.
You seem to know a lot about me.
You're avoiding the question. What are you trying to achieve?
Just a little bit of peace, you know?
Tell me about your Whitehill Prison outreach program.
Well, we've reduced the recidivism rate by 90%
by finding them gainful employment.
As what, thugs for hire?
Why'd you choose me?
Why was I set up?
I... I don't know what you're talking about,
but I do know that we choose ourselves.
Come on, let's do this for real.
What's your greatest fear, Jack?
Isn't it true that you lost your wife?
Would it be fair to say that
losing someone who's very close to you
and being powerless to do anything about it,
that is your greatest fear?
Obviously.
Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love is as bad as it gets.
That would be my greatest fear. Isn't it everybody's?
Well, it's certainly mine, yes.
Right. So Tina's death would have really rattled you, then?
The death of any parishioner is... I'm not talking about
any parishioner, I'm talking about your mistress.
OK. Let's do this at another time when you're less confrontational.
Or better yet, why don't you come to one of my sermons?
You can see what this place really brings to people's lives.
Ah, Lazarus is back, come to show me out, I assume.
I thought I asked you to wait in the car.
SARAH: I AM in the car.
But I'm in the car park.
Oh! You wanted me to stay in the car park as well?
You should have made that clear.
Tell me, where did you first meet Travis Dilthey?
Ah, the Tessler Building. Why?
Right. Do you want me to come and pick you up?
Yeah, that'd be good, if you're, you know, not too busy or anything.
She was at the church...
...and she followed me all the way here.
I'll bloody do it! I'm not frightened.
I'll walk up to her and say it straight -
'Now, look, you're a nice girlie,
but I think you should head back to art class.'
That might damage our friendship with Jack.
The cost of war! The committee can't grant a commission of this magnitude
to a sheila who makes someone's head look like a cow pat.
Yeah.
Hello! Three gorgeous men.
They've seen my exhibition, haven't they?
Yeah, I'd put money on it.
So, the Tessler Building - did you go inside?
No. Thank you. No, you told me to stay in the car.
I followed Dale and this other guy.
What'd the other guy look like?
Buzz cut, older. You wouldn't mess with him.
Mm.
I've got the feeling he's the one who urinated on me.
Oh. Incoming.
You should just put them out of their misery.
Absolutely no way.
Look, it might be better if you broke it to her, Norm,
because you'd be gentler with her than I would be.
(Grumbles)
Round 2? Mm.
I think he's going to ask you for a date.
No, no.
I thought I might have dropped something, but...
Round 3.
Jack, Jack? Could we, ah...
Could we have a private word with ya?
Certainly, Wilbur.
Ah, it's about your father's statue.
Sarah is so excited. She's brimming with ideas.
You've seen her work, you know what she's capable of.
About the work... I knew it would speak to you.
It does, it does. But...
...do you think it might be a bit modern?
Not for us, but for the older members of the club.
Yeah. They're not as up on art as us.
I think, with your passion, you'll be able to talk them round.
Just tell them it was the same with the Sydney Opera House.
She's so excited!
I hate the bloody Opera House.
I want to give you this.
You can have it.
I thought you'd be on the first flight out.
Well, they pay me by the word,
and I think there's a few words in this one.
She's going to be a handful.
International headstamp code 314.
That would be March 2014.
'MIC' will be some bullshit name -
Military Industries Corporation or something.
That won't exist.
It's the way reputable arms dealers
flog their stuff to known terrorists, I suppose.
Yeah, I know, but nobody's talking.
You know we can't take her with us?
What's her name?
Fatma.
MAN: Hi.
Can YOU tell me where I am?
I fly in, I fly out. I never know where I am anymore.
Really?
It's on the towels.
(Gunshots, screaming)
Excuse me.
You're OK?
It's fine. Come on.
Hey? Yeah?
I bought you something to mark your horse's first outing.
Oh! But it's just a little country meeting.
Yeah, but it's important to do it right.
All famous horse owners have one.
A trilby.
Wow. If you're not wearing one, no-one will take you seriously.
Really? Mm-hm.
Look at that.
Thank you very much.
Come on!
Stick it on your head. (Laughs)
(Wolf-whistles) Beautiful!
And the hat wouldn't make sense without the jacket.
(Laughs)
Who are you, buying me this?
Harry would be very pleased.
Why don't you come with us today?
Might be nice for you to be with someone.
I WILL be with someone. I'm having dinner with Charlie.
You're having dinner with Charlie? Mm-hm.
I've worked for that German for 15 years,
I've never been invited to dinner once.
Maybe if you got your joints right.
(Phone rings)
Thanks for the hat and the coat.
You look gorgeous.
Irish. Jack, darling? Sybil.
Who? Bobby Warburton's agent.
Ah, yes. I've tracked down that payment.
I was wondering if we could catch up.
I'm actually heading out for the day,
but I could certainly send my secretary,
um, my associate, to come and meet you instead, if that's alright.
(Sighs) Memory lane.
All this rich history. What a legacy he leaves behind.
'Life is but a walking shadow...'
You told Jack, my junior associate, that you found something.
Ah. Your junior was right. Bobby went behind my back.
He was paid off the books.
I've been his agent now
since I first saw him play one of the Ugly Sisters.
Then, of course, there was the production where...
You said you had a name, an address?
No, but he definitely received an amount of $15,000 -
he never mentioned it- from someone called Holman-Dang.
Ha! And I never saw any of it - not one red cent.
Holman-Dang. Yeah, we know about them.
So nothing else? There's no booking name or no contact?
But if you do locate the person who booked him, I would like my 15%.
I can't stay mad with him! I never could.
'3rd January. A wintry, wintry summer's day.
Another opening night looms. The old fluttering begins.'
Oh, you'll love this - 'And I stand, centrestage.'
Oh, Jack. Sorry about the wait.
Takes longer than my second marriage these days.
Ha! Very good. Nice touch.
You look like an owner.
Now, remember - we have no interest in your nag.
I want distance between us.
We don't know you, you don't know us.
How much did you back him for?
We didn't. Not the time to show our hand.
Expectation is the enemy.
What about prize money?
$800 for the win.
It cost 1,000 bucks to get him here. The long game, Jack.
Eyes on the prize -
the McGrath Cup.
That's why we're trialling him out here - minimum chance of being seen.
Harry, Cam?
Jack? Clive!
What brings you boys all the way out here?
The hot dogs.
(Piss off!)
RACE CALLER: Started good, in a great line.
African Prince came out of the gates like a bullet
and went straight to the front.
Greta's Dream coming after it, then came Boozy Lunch,
and Lost Legion from a long way back.
Muscle memory kicking in, competitive juices flowing.
Lost Legion takes the lead, and at the 200m mark...
Come on. Come on. That's the way.
Obsidian Dragon next, but this is a big lead.
Lost Legion, from the back, storms to victory...
Yes!
...and wins it by two or three lengths.
'29th April 1990. Saw Branagh's Henry V.
Frankly, he was not up to the role.
Crucified the pentameter, and as for...'
Sorry - do you have all his diaries?
Compelling, aren't they? He left them to me, the whole set,
with a view that, one day, we'd publish.
Do you have this year's?
Didn't exactly light up the track. Pretty average field too, I reckon.
(Mobile rings) A win's a win.
Sign of a true champion - runs just as fast as he needs to.
Hello? What day did you see Bobby Warburton
playing the part of Travis Dilthey?
Ah, Tuesday the 3rd, I think.
So it'll be in and around that date.
I might have an address.
Is this where people usually come for auditions?
Yeah, Cynthia. Um, let's look at Race 7.
1,800 on a heavy track is no walk in the park. Who do we like?
I know that guy.
Oh, I know him as well. That's, um...
Ah, Warren, Warren...
Warren Tissot?
I met him at the Tessler Building.
What's he doing here?
(Dials)
Aloha.
I'm in Bali, not Hawaii, and I can't talk.
I've got an airline shuttle bus coming.
I'll be home tomorrow, and I need my car back.
How's it going? It rained.
And how's married life?
He's in the toilet. This is the eighth day of his 24-hour bug.
(Toilet flushes) The bus is coming in three minutes!
SIMON: Coming!
I'm outside of an address, and there's no name on the building,
nothing on the gate. I want to find out who owns it.
Ask them? Not really that sort of place.
Get on to the Council - find out who pays the water rates, electricity.
I'm getting on a plane. (Vomits)
Right - what's the address?
Jack, not John. Am I right?
That is you. What are you doing out here, stalking me or something?
Something, yeah. What about you - what are you doing here?
Just delivering keys to tenants. This is another building of ours.
Oh. Who are the tenants? I don't know.
I'm just told to deliver the keys. None of my beeswax, really.
This isn't the lot that you had trouble with, is it? Strange mob.
No hellos, no how-do-you-dos. You meet the gamut in my line of work.
I know you're not meant to judge someone you first meet,
but as old Napoleon would say... I should go.
Good to see you, mate. Right, yep.
(Mobile rings)
Irish. The address you're at is a factory,
but I have no idea what it makes. It's very odd.
There's firewalls, security, but as far as I can find out,
the building is registered to a church, the Way of the Cross.
Ah, now there's a familiar name. Thanks for that.
Ah, do you mind if we follow this truck?
Boss? Is the track going to be heavy or not?
We'll take that as a yes.
(Knock at door)
I got us a flight back to Manila tomorrow at 11am.
What about Fatma?
Adonis couldn't find any of her family.
But there's this orphanage. It's pretty basic...
No, no. I'm not leaving her here, no way. Not in this place.
I thought so.
I got her a ticket too.
It's borderline kidnapping, but we'll worry about it later.
You better get packed.
Hello?
My name's Linda Hillier.
Whoever owns this phone recently tried to kill me.
I'm an Australian journalist, and I would like to interview Hadji Adhib.
He can call me on this number.
What about Here Comes The Man, Race 3, Moonee Valley?
This little excursion wouldn't have anything to do with the urinator?
I suppose letting it go is out of the question?
Yeah. Genetic impossibility, I'm afraid.
So 500 on Race 4, No.6.
What was that filly you liked at Warwick Farm, Cam?
Honduran Cigar.
Where the dickens are we?
I hope you're going to fix me up for petrol.
Hi. I'm a bit early.
I wanted to see if you had a piece of wood that...
Oh! Sorry. I didn't realise you had clients here.
They're not clients.
They're from the bank, aren't they, Charlie?
I haven't had time to prepare the Himmel und Erde.
Oh, well, that's alright. I don't mind.
I wanted to make a sculpture for Jack in memory of his car,
so I need to make a stand for it.
What's his favourite timber to work with?
Should be chipboard.
Well, what's your favourite timber?
King Billy pine. Very rare.
It wasn't before he started working with it.
MAN: Thanks. Cheers, mate.
Come. I'll find you a piece that survived.
Are you wanting to sell?
Not that much.
Where are they taking us?
No idea.
How badly do you want to know what's in the back of this truck?
Well, we've come this far.
Stop here.
Look.
Yeah, yeah. I saw it finish in Race 3.
Harry? Could you pass me the briefcase, please?
Stay here. Should we just back up and go home?
Probably.
♪ COUNTRY MUSIC ON TRUCK RADIO
(Switches music off)
(Mobile rings)
I think that might be for you.
JACK, ON RECORDING: Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love
is as bad as it gets.
That would be my greatest fear. Isn't it everybody's?
Take me back straightaway. What?
Did you ever meet Jack's wife?
Once. She came in to buy a table.
Good eye for detail, like yours.
He must have been a complete mess when she died.
He's not a mess now?
I've been trying to call you. Will you give me a buzz?
And don't go home, OK?
I've never had apple with potato before.
Himmel und Erde - heaven and earth.
Mm. It really works. Opposites often do -
heaven and earth, fire and water...
...beauty, nincompoop.
OK, so, walk on.
'Cause there's such love in the air tonight. I can feel it.
You can feel it. Blah, blah, blah.
Then there are those people
that keep running into the same old brick walls again and again.
That's where I want the spotlight to hit me here.
As for those brick-wall idiots...
Don't worry, I won't say 'idiots'.
...I have some bad news for you.
His day of reckoning is coming.
Goodnight. Auf Wiedersehen. (Laughs)
Love is the thing that connects us all. Love him, love each other.
Ah, Romans 13:8.
Then I'll just throw it to the band.
(Line rings)
Come on, pick up.
(Rings)
Hey, it's me again. Just call me, will you?
(Cheering)
You know...
...I feel sorry for those people that could never feel the joy
that fills our hearts tonight, because there is such love
in the air tonight.
AUDIENCE MEMBER: Yeah! I can feel it.
You can feel it, can't you?
(Applause and cheering)
Praise the Lord, hallelujah!
Love is the thing that connects us all.
Love him, love each other.
That is his message.
Romans 13:8...
'Owe no-one anything except to love each other.'
Love allows us to turn our back on a hostile world.
(Audience cheers)
In love, we find our only true safe place.
(Cheering and clapping)
(Explosion)