Last King of the Cross (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
John recovers from his stabbing, he begins to turn his dreams of being a nightclub owner into a reality - but as he is drawn deeper into the shadows of Kings Cross, it becomes chillingly clear that no favors come for free.
[street noises]
I want to see if
you got any work on.
Well, when you turn 17
maybe come back
and try your luck.
[Nasa] You think you
can stop your brother
from coming around here forever?
Come to cafe tomorrow,
we talk about this.
[John] Oi, let her go!
[man] Piss off!
Let him go!
[man groans]
Hey, ya fuck!
Fucking...
[man] Piss off you little shit!
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do with you.
[John] I'm going to get him.
[thuds]
Fucking...!
[Ezra] Seriously, what?
Baby brother, with
a baseball bat?
[man] John Ibrahim.
Settle down!
Hey, stop!
[knife slashes]
[suspenseful music]
You're telling me I
can't protect my brother?
This is personal with Ezra.
Well, maybe your
brother-in-law stuck his knife
in the wrong fucking teenager.
[dramatic music]
[paper slaps]
[Sam] I had it under control.
Did you though?
You know, think
of it as a favour.
I respect you
letting me come here,
to your house,
speak to you man to man.
But I don't like owing favours.
Yeah, but this one
was for your brother.
[Sam] He's just a
kid, he's in a coma.
If there's anything you
need, this is on me.
No, it's on who I say it's on.
Well, you have my word.
Anything you need,
I'm good for it.
Tony knows me, he
can vouch for me.
[Ezra] Oswell!
[Oswell] Yo!
What's with the green
shit in the fucking pool?
I mean, every time it
rains we get green shit.
[Oswell] I'm not sure.
Could be the filter.
I'll backwash again
and see how we go, hey?
All right, nice one.
You still here?
[dramatic music]
[theme music]
[machines beep]
[Molly] John?
[Molly] John?
Nurse!
Nurse, somebody!
Carlos!
- [man] You all right?
- [Molly] Okay.
[Molly] Yep.
That's it.
[Molly] Are you okay?
[suspenseful music]
I keep worrying that maybe
you're not going to be
the same person ever again.
[Sam] Shit...
Sorry.
Sam, come back man.
Don't worry about it.
[Sam] I only got half an hour,
I've got to get back to work.
Hey, it's okay.
Breathe.
That's it, good.
Appreciate everything
you're doing for me, man.
George hasn't started
complaining about the money yet,
has he?
Well maybe when you can go six,
three minute rounds with me,
it'll buy him some slack.
You fuck him up good, yeah?
I've been thinking
about it a lot.
I don't want you
going back there.
Sometimes I think that
maybe it's a good thing,
this happening when it did.
Got to start figuring out
something else you can do.
Sam, Nasa has already
offered me the job...
I don't give a shit about Nasa!
John, I'm not...
I'm not joking around.
You need to start thinking about
what other choices you've got,
or you want throw everything
away so you can hang out
with Nasa Kalouri?
The guy's a fucking
knuckle head.
That has nothing to do with you.
Don't be a dick head!
You're smart, the smartest
dumb fuck that I know.
You can do anything you want.
You can be anything
you want to be.
Or you want to end up like me?
Don't forget, I never
had any choices.
None.
Nothing.
I'm going to go.
[soft music]
[John sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat dance music]
♪ You just need a place
To let your cares out ♪
♪ Do it on the left ♪
♪ Do it on the right ♪
♪ Doing what you can
Just to stay alive ♪
♪ You're acting
Real wild girl ♪
♪ Yeah, you're acting
Like you shouldn't ♪
♪ Got a lot of love girl ♪
♪ But you've got
Nowhere to put it ♪
♪ Tell me now ♪
♪ Baby are you in the mood ♪
♪ We'll take it down ♪
♪ Dim the lights,
get extra... ♪
[car rumbles]
[breaks squeak]
[doors slam]
Yep.
[distant dance music]
And then this one here,
yeah, your brother.
Just like we agreed.
A thousand for John,
as long as it takes.
[distant dance music]
Fuck.
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps tap]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
Ahhh...
Ah, fuck it. Just
ring me back later.
Great, turn around
and show me your arse.
[door knock]
What?
[man] Got a boy of Ibrahim
here to see you Mr. Sideratos.
Sam?
Well, fucking let him in!
Come in Sam!
John! I didn't...
You look good mate.
You all better
now, all fixed up?
Got my envelope?
Yeah, no, no, of course.
A hundred percent.
There you go, a thousand bucks.
[Fat George] But ah...
you're coming good now, right?
I'll be back Thursday.
[Fat George] Yeah.
Well come on, don't just
fucking stand there.
Do something,
fucking turn around.
[upbeat dance music]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
[street sounds]
[horns honk]
[car rumbles]
[doors slam]
[car tires squeal]
[weapons thud and clang]
[glass shatters]
There are no exceptions.
Yeah.
[knife slashes]
[man groans]
[man] Okay, one more
time, one more time.
[groans and thuds]
[man] You all right?
All right, back into it.
[punches slam]
Nice!
Yep, again, again!
Come on, one more time.
Easy, easy!
Come on! Again!
[upbeat rock music]
Oh, there he is.
John Ibrahim, fucking champion.
All right, come on, let's
go again. From the start.
[upbeat rock music]
[Molly] You sure this
is what you want?
It's all I've ever wanted.
Please be careful.
[kiss smacks]
[upbeat dance music]
[groups mutter indistinctly]
It's the tablets they give me.
You get way too
used to 'em, hey?
They don't do anything anymore.
It's just for the pain.
[knock taps]
Brooke, you in there sweetie?
Sorry, I'm just in the
middle of something in here.
Oh, that's okay.
I'm just going to take my break.
Okay, I'll be out in a sec.
[woman] You're all right honey.
Give us your arm.
[chips crunch]
[John] What are you up to?
Hey...
sorry.
I'm probably trespassing.
No need to rush off.
What are we watching?
Oh...
I don't know.
There's a lot going on, I guess.
You know there's easier
ways to meet a girl
than hanging around the
store room every day,
for months on end.
[couple moans]
[upbeat dance music]
[John] Hey bro!
How you doing, man?
Good to see you.
[Sam] What the fuck do
you think you're doing,
running for fucking mayor?
[John] I'm just being friendly.
Yeah, while you're
being friends.
I'm the guy that
has the belt them
for not doing
their job properly.
We're at work now, all right?
Hey, just relax.
Follow my lead.
Okay.
[Nasa] Aha. What you say?
Okay.
120 over 80.
No nothing, okay?
You call me tomorrow.
How you go?
You know this freak, at
The Tunnel, Mark Markovic?
You know what he say to me now?
He say now he want
I get 10 percent
of his take on Fridays, minimum.
Instead of two grand he
pay me every Thursday.
Same as everybody else.
Minimum, this is
the word he used.
Minimum 10 percent.
Like I'm born under
a fucking brick.
I don't want no fucking minimum.
Who in his head is wanting one
percent of this shitty club?
Feels like he's
speaking Chinese to me.
Fucking turn over this, gross,
net this, interest points.
I don't want no minimum, Sam.
I just want my money.
Thursdays, same always. Okay?
[Nasa] I'll tell you
this Mark Markovic,
fucking stupid.
There's car out the front?
Johnny, it's good
to see you back.
You do good tonight, hmm?
Tomorrow you can do
special job for me?
Sure, whatever you need.
Okay good, here we go.
[John] I think
you've misunderstood
what Mark was actually saying.
You know, $2,000 is a minimum,
plus there's an
additional 10 percent
which means there's a
lot of money to be made.
I think it's an opportunity
you should think about.
You see, he already
think like businessman.
Johnny it's interesting,
I think about this, okay?
Tomorrow, we can
fix 'the laugh'.
You take care of those boys?
You can do this, no problem?
Sure.
You're good.
Take this.
Call this number,
he tell you where to go.
You do good tonight.
[suspenseful music]
[Nasa] What you do, huh?
You forget to open door for me?
[John] Hey, tell me if you
think this is a crazy idea.
[man] What?
I'm thinking about
buying this place.
What, The Tunnel?
[laughs] Brother,
you're fucking crazy.
Well when you own a business,
no one can be your boss.
We'd be our own bosses.
Yeah, but how?
I'll figure it out.
Apparently this place
is going to shit.
Well then why would you buy
a place that's going to shit?
'Cause the only way
it can go, is up.
Are you fucking serious?
Oh, you do think he's crazy?
No, no, I mean
you're John Ibrahim.
You're a fucking champion.
Do it.
Watch me.
Well go on then.
I will.
Walk away, you're
on my premises.
- Nah.
- Excuse me! Keep walking mate.
Excuse me. I've had enough.
[upbeat dance music]
[knock bangs]
Brooke!
[suspenseful music]
[spoon clangs]
[crowd mutters indistinctly]
[door bangs]
[men mutter indistinctly]
[muffled yelling]
You said next week,
last week, huh?
What do you want me to do?
It's three weeks plus.
That's seven grand, Mark.
It's my daughter, she
painted it for me,
on her fucking birthday.
She's got muscular dystrophy.
[painting glass shatters]
[Mark] I'll get you the money!
Like I promise. I promise.
I'll get you the money.
Oh fuck!
You got till four
o'clock tomorrow.
It's your final warning.
[suspenseful music]
[gun clicks]
[car tires crunch]
[Crellan] Here he is.
What, you hit the fucking
big time now, Johnny hey?
All right, listen up.
You're going to
have to tell Nasa
that we need to raid
Club 77 on Tuesday.
This new Chief Super's
got a crab up his arse
and he needs charges.
Why 77?
Well, fucking why not 77?
It's been long enough.
It's 50 bucks, it's a
write up and Ashtray's
out of the weeds for
another six months.
He can fucking afford it.
[John] Yeah, I'll let him know.
How's the stomach holding up?
It's all right.
Gutsy effort, mate. [laughs]
[John] There is one other thing.
Any chance you could run
a number plate for me?
[dramatic music]
Also, there's this
guy, Markovic.
He's the licensee of The Tunnel.
Do you know him?
Yeah, I know who he is.
Any chance you could run
a check on him as well?
Looking for what?
Anything.
Why?
I'd consider it a
personal favour.
[laughs]
Don't worry about
any of that for now.
Let me see what I
can dig up first.
[John] Appreciate it.
[Mooney] Anything
else, your highness?
[upbeat dance music]
[man] Shift your
arse over this way!
[door slams]
Shit!
Hey guys, a little help!
Shit!
[horn honks]
Hey Darren.
Just here to pick up my suit.
- Will that cover me?
- Yeah, no problem.
Thanks mate.
[Crellan] Hey, you mind
giving us a couple of minutes?
Details of the
owner of your truck.
Taiwanese mob out of Haymarket.
They run ciggies and
grog off the books,
and I don't want
to deal with them.
That's all I needed, thanks.
And then nothing of any note
on your man Markovic,
other than he likes
to spend money.
He's not the owner of the club.
He just manages the joint.
He's the licensee.
The owner is a
bloke in Queensland.
His name is Mr. Cirillo Elias.
He's got three of them.
The other one is in
Brisbane and in Melbourne.
He's a pretty straight shooter
and no form to speak of.
All the address and phone
numbers are in there.
What do I owe you?
Oh, this one's on the house.
Thanks mate!
[Darren] Okay, see you!
Just wait a couple minutes
before you leave, all right?
[suspenseful music]
[John] You're paying for
five guys front of house
but you're only
really getting two.
The rest of that money's
going to Nasa Kalouri.
Now I can change that overnight.
You've also got
three of you staff
dealing cocaine over the bar.
Now one visit from
the drug squad
you're going to
lose your licence.
But I can put a
stop to that too.
And Mark here's got
all your alcohol coming
out of Haymarket off-license.
He's getting a kickback, but
it's illegal and it's risky.
You let me use my
guys out of Bankstown.
Now they're wholesale,
they're legit.
It's the same price
but all that profit is going
into the club, not his pocket.
Now security,
these are all my guys.
They're handpicked,
vetted by me personally.
Plus you get Sam and
his crew on the street.
All the spruikers,
the guys on the door,
all of that I oversee myself.
Now you give me
alcohol and security,
I stop the dealing and you
are out of debt in 10 months.
No risk, and you can
forget about Nasa Kalouri.
Nasa is a personal
friend of mine.
I can guarantee that.
Hmmm.
And this figure here?
Well that's your gap.
That includes the
last four weeks.
I'm personally prepared
the front Mark today
to square things with Nasa.
What are you going
to do, rob a bank?
You cut me in at 20 percent,
and Mark can stay on as licensee
until I learn the ropes,
but then I take over as manager.
You can stay in Queensland.
Spend time with your
family, whatever you like.
And in 12 months
I guarantee I will have
this club in profit.
We can re-discuss terms then.
But I come in at 20 percent,
that makes me the owner.
That bit is non-negotiable.
Mark, go take a walk, would you?
Listen John,
not anyone can just come in
here and run a club like this.
You know?
And we both know
how much 20 percent
of this business is
actually worth, yeah?
Today,
right now,
with your debt and Sam's boys
ready to come in and collect,
it's worthless.
It's worth $280,000.
I can offer you,
$84,000...
362 dollars.
Right now.
That's everything I've
ever earned in my life.
All right.
We got a deal.
I need a drink.
You want something?
Just a water, thanks.
[sirens wail]
John, it's Brad, your mate.
He's OD'ed, We found
him in the skip bin.
What was he...
Was he sleeping in it?
What the fuck's he
doing in the bin?
Mate, I don't know for certain.
It sounds like George found
him on the fire escape
and then had his boys toss him.
Probably didn't want the
hassle with the jacks.
[dramatic music]
[Brooke yells]
[Brooke] How fucking could you?
Piss off!
[punches slam]
[men grunt]
Okay, get his legs.
[body crashes]
Piece of shit.
Ah, fuck him.
[Ezra] Ah, for
fucks sake, really?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Never fucking believe it.
Terry Fields has just gone and
had a fucking brain aneurysm.
What do you mean?
I mean, he's dead.
Oh,
that cunt.
I know. The amount of time
and fucking energy you've
put into these things.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Oh, honey.
We can find another
Terry Fields.
Better him than you.
Yeah, I know.
It's just us Senator.
So you know, speak your mind.
Would it be out of line
if I would ask a favour?
No.
What do you have in mind?
Well it...
it's my daughter.
She's with this
bloke and he's...
Well, he's been bashing her.
He's got her on the drugs.
[Ezra] Oh.
I tried talking to her,
but she won't listen to me.
Ah-ha.
But I want to get rid of him,
but not you know,
not forever, just warn him off.
Okay, all right.
Yeah, okay.
There is something that
you could do for me.
I mean, I dunno how
you feel about it,
but this new guy
that took over from Terry...
Bill Allen.
Be great to meet him.
Terry was saying that
there was some talking
at Macquarie Street,
this new Independent...
Barry Hess.
Yeah, that's the one.
Is this something you...?
Ahh, meeting with Bill?
Yeah, I'll see what I can do.
Nice, thank you.
All right, cheers Paul.
[Ezra] I think I'll
keep you off this one.
Fair enough.
Sam, what's his face?
Abraham?
Ibrahim.
Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
Right.
I'll tell you what,
send the little one.
Hey, listen.
What if I come pick you up
after your shift tonight?
Mol?
[Molly on the
phone] Sorry, my...
Oh, come on, it's Friday night.
A girl like you
shouldn't be alone.
[Molly] Sure.
Okay, but look,
I've got to go John.
Yeah, yeah, no that's fine.
I'll see you.
Tony.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
What's going on?
What do you need?
Angelo Lombardi.
You remember him?
Boss has called in the favour.
A couple of hours work
later tonight, that's all.
I'd say it's in your best
interest, if you said yes.
[suspenseful music]
I won't need it.
If it gets weird,
you gimme a shout.
[door slams]
[suspenseful music]
[Tony sighs]
[knock taps]
[distant rock music]
[knock bangs]
[door slides]
Spyro?
John!
Fucking Johnny fucking
Ibrahim! What's up?
Come on through, man.
[loud rock music]
Put on some muscle, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's the juice, bro.
Fucking atomic Russian shit.
You all fixed up?
You look good.
I seen your brother
just last week.
Bro, this is my
boy, this is Gibbo.
He's out of Grafton today.
Man, Gibbo, this is Sam
Ibrahim's kid brother John.
[John] How's it going?
Johnny, take a seat man.
Relax, I'll be a sec here bro.
[heavy metal music]
I'd give you a taste.
But that's all I got
for me and Spyro.
Spyro, you reckon you can turn
the music down a little bit?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. All fucking good.
What, you don't like drugs?
Hey Johnny!
John, you want a Bundy and Coke?
You want a VB?
No, I'm good.
You're not a
fucking jack are ya?
[snake hisses]
[heavy metal music continues]
Come on. Hey now, what's up?
What's the story?
You chasing, are ya?
No, no, no, it's
nothing like that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You reckon you can turn the
music down a little bit more?
[Spyro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Okay, so this chick you've
been seeing Ashley Collando...
Wait, wait, you know Ash?
No, I don't, I know of her.
Fuck me!
[Spyro] What's going
on? What happened?
[John] I'm passing
on a message is all.
From fuckin' Ashley?
[John] No, not from her.
Could you turn that thing
down? I can't hear myself.
What's going on John?
You are a jack, aren't you?
[Spyro] No, he's
alright. He's okay.
John's sweet man, he's okay.
What's happening?
What's the story?
What's going on?
It's a G-up isn't?
It's a G-up.
You pulling on my
dick, aren't you?
You pulling my dick.
[Gibbo] Yo, cuz.
Cuzzy, cuz, fuck!
Fuck!
Bro, Spyro!
Get the snake.
Forget the snake.
[group yells]
I don't mean to
alarm you, Gibbo.
[group yells]
[John] Will you fucking
sit down for a second?
[music stops]
[tense music]
[gun clicks]
- Sit down.
- Okay.
You too, you think
you could sit down.
Get fucked!
All right, so look,
this chick Ash,
she says you got
violent with her.
You broke her jaw.
Don't deny Spyro,
I fucking know you.
You can't do that anymore, okay?
She's scared.
So, I need you to
stop bashing her,
and I need her car.
Did Ashley put you up to this?
No she didn't put me up to it.
It's not important
who put me up to it.
It's important to me who did.
What are you fucking her?
I don't fucking know her.
You are fucking her, aren't you?
Man, I'm not fucking
going anywhere
until I get some
kind of guarantee
you're not going to
bash Ashley anymore.
And I need her car back.
So could you just fucking
agree to that so I can leave?
This is doing my
fucking head in.
[suspenseful music]
Fuck!
John!
[men groan]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
[glass shatters]
[Spyro] Fucking kill him!
Fucking stop!
Chill the fuck out!
[punches slam]
I'm going to fucking kill him!
[guns bang]
[gun fires]
[guns fire]
Fuck!
[dramatic music]
[snake hisses]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
What the fuck?
[Tony] No, it's number 24.
Yeah.
Yeah, on the corner.
All right.
[keys jangle]
[Crellan] Anyone come
looking when the shots?
[Tony] You see where we are?
There's no neighbours
here, mate.
It's like living on fucking
Mars, it's a shit hole.
All right, this bloke's
gone for this one first.
There's been a bit of a
scuffle, an exchange of fire.
Big fella's squeezed
off two himself,
during which the little
one has managed a headshot
killing the big guy.
And then the little
one's expired over there.
Anything else you want to add?
Tiger snake.
And the tiger snake.
All right, chuck
your shooters there.
I got it from here.
All right.
So, I'd take it home.
Bring it around the
house in the morning.
Burn your clothes, everything.
Shoes, socks, undies, the lot.
A hot bath, wash your
hair, and get some sleep.
Hey?
You all right?
You good to drive?
Yeah.
You should keep an
eye on the speeding.
[engine starts]
Fuck!
How you doing?
I'm the Detective Senior
Sergeant Brown from Homicide.
You got some ID I
can have a look at?
Yeah, I wasn't,
I'm just sitting.
So Warren,
why you parked in
a no standing zone?
Just eating a pie and
listening to some footy.
Just give me that
pen there, please.
So Warren,
I reckon you had
dinner somewhere else.
What do you think?
Yeah, yeah definitely.
Went home for tea
tonight, just me...
You and the misses?
And the misses, that's
right. Yeah, my dogs as well.
Yeah mate, good man.
No worries.
Have a good night.
Fuck off.
[car engine roars]
Bye Theresa.
[cries]
[suspenseful music]
[fire roars]
[dramatic music]
I want to see if
you got any work on.
Well, when you turn 17
maybe come back
and try your luck.
[Nasa] You think you
can stop your brother
from coming around here forever?
Come to cafe tomorrow,
we talk about this.
[John] Oi, let her go!
[man] Piss off!
Let him go!
[man groans]
Hey, ya fuck!
Fucking...
[man] Piss off you little shit!
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do with you.
[John] I'm going to get him.
[thuds]
Fucking...!
[Ezra] Seriously, what?
Baby brother, with
a baseball bat?
[man] John Ibrahim.
Settle down!
Hey, stop!
[knife slashes]
[suspenseful music]
You're telling me I
can't protect my brother?
This is personal with Ezra.
Well, maybe your
brother-in-law stuck his knife
in the wrong fucking teenager.
[dramatic music]
[paper slaps]
[Sam] I had it under control.
Did you though?
You know, think
of it as a favour.
I respect you
letting me come here,
to your house,
speak to you man to man.
But I don't like owing favours.
Yeah, but this one
was for your brother.
[Sam] He's just a
kid, he's in a coma.
If there's anything you
need, this is on me.
No, it's on who I say it's on.
Well, you have my word.
Anything you need,
I'm good for it.
Tony knows me, he
can vouch for me.
[Ezra] Oswell!
[Oswell] Yo!
What's with the green
shit in the fucking pool?
I mean, every time it
rains we get green shit.
[Oswell] I'm not sure.
Could be the filter.
I'll backwash again
and see how we go, hey?
All right, nice one.
You still here?
[dramatic music]
[theme music]
[machines beep]
[Molly] John?
[Molly] John?
Nurse!
Nurse, somebody!
Carlos!
- [man] You all right?
- [Molly] Okay.
[Molly] Yep.
That's it.
[Molly] Are you okay?
[suspenseful music]
I keep worrying that maybe
you're not going to be
the same person ever again.
[Sam] Shit...
Sorry.
Sam, come back man.
Don't worry about it.
[Sam] I only got half an hour,
I've got to get back to work.
Hey, it's okay.
Breathe.
That's it, good.
Appreciate everything
you're doing for me, man.
George hasn't started
complaining about the money yet,
has he?
Well maybe when you can go six,
three minute rounds with me,
it'll buy him some slack.
You fuck him up good, yeah?
I've been thinking
about it a lot.
I don't want you
going back there.
Sometimes I think that
maybe it's a good thing,
this happening when it did.
Got to start figuring out
something else you can do.
Sam, Nasa has already
offered me the job...
I don't give a shit about Nasa!
John, I'm not...
I'm not joking around.
You need to start thinking about
what other choices you've got,
or you want throw everything
away so you can hang out
with Nasa Kalouri?
The guy's a fucking
knuckle head.
That has nothing to do with you.
Don't be a dick head!
You're smart, the smartest
dumb fuck that I know.
You can do anything you want.
You can be anything
you want to be.
Or you want to end up like me?
Don't forget, I never
had any choices.
None.
Nothing.
I'm going to go.
[soft music]
[John sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat dance music]
♪ You just need a place
To let your cares out ♪
♪ Do it on the left ♪
♪ Do it on the right ♪
♪ Doing what you can
Just to stay alive ♪
♪ You're acting
Real wild girl ♪
♪ Yeah, you're acting
Like you shouldn't ♪
♪ Got a lot of love girl ♪
♪ But you've got
Nowhere to put it ♪
♪ Tell me now ♪
♪ Baby are you in the mood ♪
♪ We'll take it down ♪
♪ Dim the lights,
get extra... ♪
[car rumbles]
[breaks squeak]
[doors slam]
Yep.
[distant dance music]
And then this one here,
yeah, your brother.
Just like we agreed.
A thousand for John,
as long as it takes.
[distant dance music]
Fuck.
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps tap]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
Ahhh...
Ah, fuck it. Just
ring me back later.
Great, turn around
and show me your arse.
[door knock]
What?
[man] Got a boy of Ibrahim
here to see you Mr. Sideratos.
Sam?
Well, fucking let him in!
Come in Sam!
John! I didn't...
You look good mate.
You all better
now, all fixed up?
Got my envelope?
Yeah, no, no, of course.
A hundred percent.
There you go, a thousand bucks.
[Fat George] But ah...
you're coming good now, right?
I'll be back Thursday.
[Fat George] Yeah.
Well come on, don't just
fucking stand there.
Do something,
fucking turn around.
[upbeat dance music]
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
[street sounds]
[horns honk]
[car rumbles]
[doors slam]
[car tires squeal]
[weapons thud and clang]
[glass shatters]
There are no exceptions.
Yeah.
[knife slashes]
[man groans]
[man] Okay, one more
time, one more time.
[groans and thuds]
[man] You all right?
All right, back into it.
[punches slam]
Nice!
Yep, again, again!
Come on, one more time.
Easy, easy!
Come on! Again!
[upbeat rock music]
Oh, there he is.
John Ibrahim, fucking champion.
All right, come on, let's
go again. From the start.
[upbeat rock music]
[Molly] You sure this
is what you want?
It's all I've ever wanted.
Please be careful.
[kiss smacks]
[upbeat dance music]
[groups mutter indistinctly]
It's the tablets they give me.
You get way too
used to 'em, hey?
They don't do anything anymore.
It's just for the pain.
[knock taps]
Brooke, you in there sweetie?
Sorry, I'm just in the
middle of something in here.
Oh, that's okay.
I'm just going to take my break.
Okay, I'll be out in a sec.
[woman] You're all right honey.
Give us your arm.
[chips crunch]
[John] What are you up to?
Hey...
sorry.
I'm probably trespassing.
No need to rush off.
What are we watching?
Oh...
I don't know.
There's a lot going on, I guess.
You know there's easier
ways to meet a girl
than hanging around the
store room every day,
for months on end.
[couple moans]
[upbeat dance music]
[John] Hey bro!
How you doing, man?
Good to see you.
[Sam] What the fuck do
you think you're doing,
running for fucking mayor?
[John] I'm just being friendly.
Yeah, while you're
being friends.
I'm the guy that
has the belt them
for not doing
their job properly.
We're at work now, all right?
Hey, just relax.
Follow my lead.
Okay.
[Nasa] Aha. What you say?
Okay.
120 over 80.
No nothing, okay?
You call me tomorrow.
How you go?
You know this freak, at
The Tunnel, Mark Markovic?
You know what he say to me now?
He say now he want
I get 10 percent
of his take on Fridays, minimum.
Instead of two grand he
pay me every Thursday.
Same as everybody else.
Minimum, this is
the word he used.
Minimum 10 percent.
Like I'm born under
a fucking brick.
I don't want no fucking minimum.
Who in his head is wanting one
percent of this shitty club?
Feels like he's
speaking Chinese to me.
Fucking turn over this, gross,
net this, interest points.
I don't want no minimum, Sam.
I just want my money.
Thursdays, same always. Okay?
[Nasa] I'll tell you
this Mark Markovic,
fucking stupid.
There's car out the front?
Johnny, it's good
to see you back.
You do good tonight, hmm?
Tomorrow you can do
special job for me?
Sure, whatever you need.
Okay good, here we go.
[John] I think
you've misunderstood
what Mark was actually saying.
You know, $2,000 is a minimum,
plus there's an
additional 10 percent
which means there's a
lot of money to be made.
I think it's an opportunity
you should think about.
You see, he already
think like businessman.
Johnny it's interesting,
I think about this, okay?
Tomorrow, we can
fix 'the laugh'.
You take care of those boys?
You can do this, no problem?
Sure.
You're good.
Take this.
Call this number,
he tell you where to go.
You do good tonight.
[suspenseful music]
[Nasa] What you do, huh?
You forget to open door for me?
[John] Hey, tell me if you
think this is a crazy idea.
[man] What?
I'm thinking about
buying this place.
What, The Tunnel?
[laughs] Brother,
you're fucking crazy.
Well when you own a business,
no one can be your boss.
We'd be our own bosses.
Yeah, but how?
I'll figure it out.
Apparently this place
is going to shit.
Well then why would you buy
a place that's going to shit?
'Cause the only way
it can go, is up.
Are you fucking serious?
Oh, you do think he's crazy?
No, no, I mean
you're John Ibrahim.
You're a fucking champion.
Do it.
Watch me.
Well go on then.
I will.
Walk away, you're
on my premises.
- Nah.
- Excuse me! Keep walking mate.
Excuse me. I've had enough.
[upbeat dance music]
[knock bangs]
Brooke!
[suspenseful music]
[spoon clangs]
[crowd mutters indistinctly]
[door bangs]
[men mutter indistinctly]
[muffled yelling]
You said next week,
last week, huh?
What do you want me to do?
It's three weeks plus.
That's seven grand, Mark.
It's my daughter, she
painted it for me,
on her fucking birthday.
She's got muscular dystrophy.
[painting glass shatters]
[Mark] I'll get you the money!
Like I promise. I promise.
I'll get you the money.
Oh fuck!
You got till four
o'clock tomorrow.
It's your final warning.
[suspenseful music]
[gun clicks]
[car tires crunch]
[Crellan] Here he is.
What, you hit the fucking
big time now, Johnny hey?
All right, listen up.
You're going to
have to tell Nasa
that we need to raid
Club 77 on Tuesday.
This new Chief Super's
got a crab up his arse
and he needs charges.
Why 77?
Well, fucking why not 77?
It's been long enough.
It's 50 bucks, it's a
write up and Ashtray's
out of the weeds for
another six months.
He can fucking afford it.
[John] Yeah, I'll let him know.
How's the stomach holding up?
It's all right.
Gutsy effort, mate. [laughs]
[John] There is one other thing.
Any chance you could run
a number plate for me?
[dramatic music]
Also, there's this
guy, Markovic.
He's the licensee of The Tunnel.
Do you know him?
Yeah, I know who he is.
Any chance you could run
a check on him as well?
Looking for what?
Anything.
Why?
I'd consider it a
personal favour.
[laughs]
Don't worry about
any of that for now.
Let me see what I
can dig up first.
[John] Appreciate it.
[Mooney] Anything
else, your highness?
[upbeat dance music]
[man] Shift your
arse over this way!
[door slams]
Shit!
Hey guys, a little help!
Shit!
[horn honks]
Hey Darren.
Just here to pick up my suit.
- Will that cover me?
- Yeah, no problem.
Thanks mate.
[Crellan] Hey, you mind
giving us a couple of minutes?
Details of the
owner of your truck.
Taiwanese mob out of Haymarket.
They run ciggies and
grog off the books,
and I don't want
to deal with them.
That's all I needed, thanks.
And then nothing of any note
on your man Markovic,
other than he likes
to spend money.
He's not the owner of the club.
He just manages the joint.
He's the licensee.
The owner is a
bloke in Queensland.
His name is Mr. Cirillo Elias.
He's got three of them.
The other one is in
Brisbane and in Melbourne.
He's a pretty straight shooter
and no form to speak of.
All the address and phone
numbers are in there.
What do I owe you?
Oh, this one's on the house.
Thanks mate!
[Darren] Okay, see you!
Just wait a couple minutes
before you leave, all right?
[suspenseful music]
[John] You're paying for
five guys front of house
but you're only
really getting two.
The rest of that money's
going to Nasa Kalouri.
Now I can change that overnight.
You've also got
three of you staff
dealing cocaine over the bar.
Now one visit from
the drug squad
you're going to
lose your licence.
But I can put a
stop to that too.
And Mark here's got
all your alcohol coming
out of Haymarket off-license.
He's getting a kickback, but
it's illegal and it's risky.
You let me use my
guys out of Bankstown.
Now they're wholesale,
they're legit.
It's the same price
but all that profit is going
into the club, not his pocket.
Now security,
these are all my guys.
They're handpicked,
vetted by me personally.
Plus you get Sam and
his crew on the street.
All the spruikers,
the guys on the door,
all of that I oversee myself.
Now you give me
alcohol and security,
I stop the dealing and you
are out of debt in 10 months.
No risk, and you can
forget about Nasa Kalouri.
Nasa is a personal
friend of mine.
I can guarantee that.
Hmmm.
And this figure here?
Well that's your gap.
That includes the
last four weeks.
I'm personally prepared
the front Mark today
to square things with Nasa.
What are you going
to do, rob a bank?
You cut me in at 20 percent,
and Mark can stay on as licensee
until I learn the ropes,
but then I take over as manager.
You can stay in Queensland.
Spend time with your
family, whatever you like.
And in 12 months
I guarantee I will have
this club in profit.
We can re-discuss terms then.
But I come in at 20 percent,
that makes me the owner.
That bit is non-negotiable.
Mark, go take a walk, would you?
Listen John,
not anyone can just come in
here and run a club like this.
You know?
And we both know
how much 20 percent
of this business is
actually worth, yeah?
Today,
right now,
with your debt and Sam's boys
ready to come in and collect,
it's worthless.
It's worth $280,000.
I can offer you,
$84,000...
362 dollars.
Right now.
That's everything I've
ever earned in my life.
All right.
We got a deal.
I need a drink.
You want something?
Just a water, thanks.
[sirens wail]
John, it's Brad, your mate.
He's OD'ed, We found
him in the skip bin.
What was he...
Was he sleeping in it?
What the fuck's he
doing in the bin?
Mate, I don't know for certain.
It sounds like George found
him on the fire escape
and then had his boys toss him.
Probably didn't want the
hassle with the jacks.
[dramatic music]
[Brooke yells]
[Brooke] How fucking could you?
Piss off!
[punches slam]
[men grunt]
Okay, get his legs.
[body crashes]
Piece of shit.
Ah, fuck him.
[Ezra] Ah, for
fucks sake, really?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Never fucking believe it.
Terry Fields has just gone and
had a fucking brain aneurysm.
What do you mean?
I mean, he's dead.
Oh,
that cunt.
I know. The amount of time
and fucking energy you've
put into these things.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Oh, honey.
We can find another
Terry Fields.
Better him than you.
Yeah, I know.
It's just us Senator.
So you know, speak your mind.
Would it be out of line
if I would ask a favour?
No.
What do you have in mind?
Well it...
it's my daughter.
She's with this
bloke and he's...
Well, he's been bashing her.
He's got her on the drugs.
[Ezra] Oh.
I tried talking to her,
but she won't listen to me.
Ah-ha.
But I want to get rid of him,
but not you know,
not forever, just warn him off.
Okay, all right.
Yeah, okay.
There is something that
you could do for me.
I mean, I dunno how
you feel about it,
but this new guy
that took over from Terry...
Bill Allen.
Be great to meet him.
Terry was saying that
there was some talking
at Macquarie Street,
this new Independent...
Barry Hess.
Yeah, that's the one.
Is this something you...?
Ahh, meeting with Bill?
Yeah, I'll see what I can do.
Nice, thank you.
All right, cheers Paul.
[Ezra] I think I'll
keep you off this one.
Fair enough.
Sam, what's his face?
Abraham?
Ibrahim.
Yeah, yeah, that's the one.
Right.
I'll tell you what,
send the little one.
Hey, listen.
What if I come pick you up
after your shift tonight?
Mol?
[Molly on the
phone] Sorry, my...
Oh, come on, it's Friday night.
A girl like you
shouldn't be alone.
[Molly] Sure.
Okay, but look,
I've got to go John.
Yeah, yeah, no that's fine.
I'll see you.
Tony.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
What's going on?
What do you need?
Angelo Lombardi.
You remember him?
Boss has called in the favour.
A couple of hours work
later tonight, that's all.
I'd say it's in your best
interest, if you said yes.
[suspenseful music]
I won't need it.
If it gets weird,
you gimme a shout.
[door slams]
[suspenseful music]
[Tony sighs]
[knock taps]
[distant rock music]
[knock bangs]
[door slides]
Spyro?
John!
Fucking Johnny fucking
Ibrahim! What's up?
Come on through, man.
[loud rock music]
Put on some muscle, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's the juice, bro.
Fucking atomic Russian shit.
You all fixed up?
You look good.
I seen your brother
just last week.
Bro, this is my
boy, this is Gibbo.
He's out of Grafton today.
Man, Gibbo, this is Sam
Ibrahim's kid brother John.
[John] How's it going?
Johnny, take a seat man.
Relax, I'll be a sec here bro.
[heavy metal music]
I'd give you a taste.
But that's all I got
for me and Spyro.
Spyro, you reckon you can turn
the music down a little bit?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. All fucking good.
What, you don't like drugs?
Hey Johnny!
John, you want a Bundy and Coke?
You want a VB?
No, I'm good.
You're not a
fucking jack are ya?
[snake hisses]
[heavy metal music continues]
Come on. Hey now, what's up?
What's the story?
You chasing, are ya?
No, no, no, it's
nothing like that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You reckon you can turn the
music down a little bit more?
[Spyro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Okay, so this chick you've
been seeing Ashley Collando...
Wait, wait, you know Ash?
No, I don't, I know of her.
Fuck me!
[Spyro] What's going
on? What happened?
[John] I'm passing
on a message is all.
From fuckin' Ashley?
[John] No, not from her.
Could you turn that thing
down? I can't hear myself.
What's going on John?
You are a jack, aren't you?
[Spyro] No, he's
alright. He's okay.
John's sweet man, he's okay.
What's happening?
What's the story?
What's going on?
It's a G-up isn't?
It's a G-up.
You pulling on my
dick, aren't you?
You pulling my dick.
[Gibbo] Yo, cuz.
Cuzzy, cuz, fuck!
Fuck!
Bro, Spyro!
Get the snake.
Forget the snake.
[group yells]
I don't mean to
alarm you, Gibbo.
[group yells]
[John] Will you fucking
sit down for a second?
[music stops]
[tense music]
[gun clicks]
- Sit down.
- Okay.
You too, you think
you could sit down.
Get fucked!
All right, so look,
this chick Ash,
she says you got
violent with her.
You broke her jaw.
Don't deny Spyro,
I fucking know you.
You can't do that anymore, okay?
She's scared.
So, I need you to
stop bashing her,
and I need her car.
Did Ashley put you up to this?
No she didn't put me up to it.
It's not important
who put me up to it.
It's important to me who did.
What are you fucking her?
I don't fucking know her.
You are fucking her, aren't you?
Man, I'm not fucking
going anywhere
until I get some
kind of guarantee
you're not going to
bash Ashley anymore.
And I need her car back.
So could you just fucking
agree to that so I can leave?
This is doing my
fucking head in.
[suspenseful music]
Fuck!
John!
[men groan]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
[glass shatters]
[Spyro] Fucking kill him!
Fucking stop!
Chill the fuck out!
[punches slam]
I'm going to fucking kill him!
[guns bang]
[gun fires]
[guns fire]
Fuck!
[dramatic music]
[snake hisses]
Fuck!
[gun bangs]
What the fuck?
[Tony] No, it's number 24.
Yeah.
Yeah, on the corner.
All right.
[keys jangle]
[Crellan] Anyone come
looking when the shots?
[Tony] You see where we are?
There's no neighbours
here, mate.
It's like living on fucking
Mars, it's a shit hole.
All right, this bloke's
gone for this one first.
There's been a bit of a
scuffle, an exchange of fire.
Big fella's squeezed
off two himself,
during which the little
one has managed a headshot
killing the big guy.
And then the little
one's expired over there.
Anything else you want to add?
Tiger snake.
And the tiger snake.
All right, chuck
your shooters there.
I got it from here.
All right.
So, I'd take it home.
Bring it around the
house in the morning.
Burn your clothes, everything.
Shoes, socks, undies, the lot.
A hot bath, wash your
hair, and get some sleep.
Hey?
You all right?
You good to drive?
Yeah.
You should keep an
eye on the speeding.
[engine starts]
Fuck!
How you doing?
I'm the Detective Senior
Sergeant Brown from Homicide.
You got some ID I
can have a look at?
Yeah, I wasn't,
I'm just sitting.
So Warren,
why you parked in
a no standing zone?
Just eating a pie and
listening to some footy.
Just give me that
pen there, please.
So Warren,
I reckon you had
dinner somewhere else.
What do you think?
Yeah, yeah definitely.
Went home for tea
tonight, just me...
You and the misses?
And the misses, that's
right. Yeah, my dogs as well.
Yeah mate, good man.
No worries.
Have a good night.
Fuck off.
[car engine roars]
Bye Theresa.
[cries]
[suspenseful music]
[fire roars]
[dramatic music]