Last King of the Cross (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

[Nasa on TV] There was
always the corruption.

But now the cops, they are
working with drug dealers,

and because of these cops,
my Kings Cross is dying.

[man] Hey Nasa!

[gun shots]

[John] We're being watched,

and you keep going
the way you're going,

you're going to fuck up
everything that we have built.

We've!?

[John] Do you actually not see
it or you just too fucking high?

[man] Sammy's here!



[John] What are you doing?

We used to laugh at
clowns like this.

Now you're one of them?

[gun shots]

I can't believe you
fucking shot him.

What the fuck was
I supposed to do?

We're fucked! Do
you know that?

Fuck!

[woman] We're going
to come after you.

All of you.

[motorcycles rev]

[tense music] [police siren]

[man] CBD Drug Squad, my friend.

Hands behind your back.



- For fucking what?
- It's for distribution

and facilitation of a
commercial amount of cocaine.

[people chattering in distance]

[Sam groaning]

[soft tense music]

[Sam retching]

[Sam vomiting and groaning]

[Sam retching]

You'll get better.

[breathing deeply]

[door slams] [keys rattle]

[theme music]

So, how's he doing?

He rolls, shakes, he can
barely lift a finger.

- Are you on his pod?
- Yeah.

Here is the phone
number. Clean cell!

On there is a list of people
I do not want visiting.

Well how long's he in for?

15 years, if he
doesn't win the case.

- Hey, we good?
- Yep.

Okay, everybody listen up.

As of today,

the Commission has authorised
us to offer indemnity.

[people clap and cheer]

Now, we're going to
use it three ways.

First, we want to
chase after the dealers

who don't really have
anyone in their corner.

They'll be desperate,

which means they're the
most likely to wire up.

Then we want to go
after the little fish,

not the major players,
but close enough to them.

We flip 'em and get them
to roll on their bosses,

and finally these pricks.

Find the cops who are
shitting themselves.

Find something to pin on them,

and the odds are, if you
offer them indemnity,

they'll be working
for us pretty quickly.

But be prudent, the threat
of these bastards rolling

on each other will be
enough to spook the pricks.

And that's when we
catch them slipping up.

[Joey] So if you work for the
cops you get no prison time?

[Mullet] Yeah, that's
what they told me.

What the fuck's
double indemnity?

I dunno. Pretty
sure it's a movie.

I think my nan's got it on VHS.

I've been meaning to
ask you about your nan.

[Joey over speaker]
How is she?

[Mullet over speaker]
Yeah, she's all right man.

- She's asking after you.
- Really?

Yeah, she's in a home now
though, man. Maximum security.

[Joey] Well you never know.

You know, those places
are pretty fucking wild.

Hey, that's my nan.
Watch yourself.

All right. Hey, do you
want to get some Chinese?

Let's get some food.

- Nah.
- Come on, Chinese!

Bro, no way. The boys went
down to Grandview earlier.

Now they're crook as. Dodgy
satay chicken they reckon.

- What?
- The boys are sick.

- All of them?
- Yeah.

Mullet!

It's fucking Friday night.
Who's packing up the rack?

I don't know mate. It's
not my fucking job.

We've gotta get the
fucking shit on the street.

What do you want me to do
man? I can't pack it myself.

Listen, I'm going to
help you pack, this once.

[Joey] Give me two shakes. I'm
going to go and speak to John.

- Fuck off.
- Now?

- Yes.
- Okay.

[Tony] We'll be willing to talk
about some potential business.

[Madame Tien] I appreciate
your enthusiasm,

but I have some hesitation.

Well this is an offer,
it's not a negotiation.

We have a distributor.

Joey Romano, is no distributor.

He's a fool who stepped
into the right place

at the right time.

I have the manpower.
You've seen it.

So has Joey.

[Madame Tien] I really want to
do business, but my supplier

won't have Sam Ibrahim
stealing his fire.

Sam's in jail.

Sam's in remand and I
don't want him coming out.

Neither do you.

I'm not Joey. I can
fix the problem.

What! Permanently?

[Madame Tien] No better way to
kill an animal than in the cage.

[low tense music]
[people chattering]

[weights jangle]

[thudding]

[man] Oi, Gary!

When we getting some new
radios in the fucking shop.

[Gary] I would've thought
the voices in your head,

were entertaining enough, Henry.

No, I know. I'm listening
to them right now Gary,

and they're telling
you to suck me off.

[tense music]

No fucking way!

Sammy boy!

You don't remember me, do you?

Am I meant to?

Ran some doors down the Cross.

Your brother helped
me out once or twice.

Lent me some cash
when I was in a hole.

Smoke?

It's Doids, by the way.

[broom sweeping]

[tense music]

[sweeping broom]

[ballroom music]

You want a steak Johnny?

Nah, I'm all good Tony. Thanks.

So are we going to
talk about this thing?

Which thing?

You putting Sam in prison.

Got nothing to do with me.

[BBQ sizzling]

Shouldn't be a problem
if I got him out then?

Nah.

Anyway, except then,
you know, we'd end up

with the same problem
we had before.

If there is a problem with my
brother, I'll deal with it.

- Not you.
- Okay.

Okay.

You sure you don't
want something to eat?

No thanks, Tony.

- Thanks.
- All right mate.

[door buzzer] [door opens]

No one's listening.
System's down.

Thanks Gary.

[door buzzes and closes]

- Suits you - Suits me, huh.

Do your girlfriends make you
put these on, you sick fuck.

Yeah, but they're usually furry.

Fucking weirdo.

You look like shit.

Yeah, well you were
always the pretty one.

I like your new digs.

Hey, are you going
to be this annoying

every time you come visit?

- Maybe.
- Don't come then.

- You doing okay?
- I'm doing okay.

I need you to get
me out of here.

I will.

Well how long is
it going to take?

- That depends.
- It depends on what?

It depends on a lot of things.

Yo, I'm going to need you
to arrange something for me.

[Sam sighs] Fuck's sake.

I need you to gimme some coke.

I'm not going to do that.

Well then I need you to stop
fucking with my visit list.

I'm not going to do
that either, Sam.

Oh you fucking little shit!

After everything I
fucking done for you.

You fucking can't do
me one fucking favour!

I am doing you a favour.

I am doing you a favour.

[Sam sighs]

I will work on getting you out.

You work on getting
yourself clean.

[street sounds]

Yeah. All right. Well
I'll talk to the lawyers.

Yep. All right.

- Where'd you get that?
- What, this?

Yeah, the phone.

No, no, no. It's
not just a phone.

It's a flip phone.

Yeah, state of the art.
You can't afford it.

It's too small, John.

Too small?

No, it's supposed to be small,

so it fits right in your pocket.

But you forget about
it in your pocket.

It end up in the
washing machine.

- It's too small.
- It's not too small.

Hey Jackal! Too
small or average?

- Hey John!
- What?

[John laughs]

Two ladies!

You looking for
a good night out?

Always, you know
any good venues?

[John] I do.

Remember all those
cars coming to a stop

in the middle of the
road the other night?

It looked like they
got a guard of honour

from you and your brother.

Oh, is it illegal to
stand in the street now?

We'd be fucked.

A Vietnamese heavy was shot dead

out at Cabramatta hours before
those cars came through here.

Cocaine robbery gone wrong.

So yeah, if you had
anything to do with that

you would be really fucked.

Oh, it's a good thing I've
got nothing to do with it.

Didn't your brother
just get arrested

for conspiracy to facilitate
cocaine distribution?

Is that what the shooting was?

Sam trying to take
out the competition?

Like I said, I
don't talk to cops.

[Doyle] Then talk to Sam.

It'll go easier for him

if he raises his hand now,
rather than Wade or us prove it.

That's not going to happen.

Hey, you sure you don't
want to come in for a drink?

No? Some other
time then Officer.

He's never going to
give us anything.

He was raised by these
guys. He's old school.

[John] Sorry about the wait.

[laughs]

[dance music]

[men exclaim]

Buy you a drink?

Cops are asking
about the shooting.

They came to the fucking door.

Does John know anything?

- Nope.
- You sure?

Those gooks won't stop until
they find out who did it.

Yeah, that's why I've
been looking for you,

and you just fucked
off, didn't ya?

Maybe you should ask
John for some time off.

You're a little
too easy to find.

[dance music continues]

[Mooney] Hey Sweeney,
the Bears got up mate.

[man] Ha! Yeah,
it was a good win.

Shut the door.

We agreed. All right?

So what part of
keeping our heads down,

and taking a pay cut,
wasn't clear to you?

Ah, mate.

Don't worry about
it. It's all good.

The Commission already knows
you and I are on the take.

Doyle and O'Neill came by my
fucking house this morning,

in front of my daughter
to tell me that,

and that they're
going to prove it,

and here you are
still collecting.

Everyone, has to hold the line
because they get one of us,

they get all of us.

Okay? Fucking can it.

Okay, I'll can
it. I'll can it.

I'll can it!

- Morning dickheads.
- Hey Thommo.

Jeez, you really are cutting
down on the pies mate.

- Hey, get fucked.
- How's the physio going?

Yeah, good mate.
I'm getting there.

Hey, a couple of boys I know

have picked up on
a bit of chatter.

Yeah?

There's a contract out on
that Ibrahim prick in jail.

- Who took it out?
- I dunno.

- I'll keep you posted.
- Yeah do, thanks.

- Hooroo.
- Hooroo.

Thanks mate.

[Henry] I've told
you before Gary,

the food here's no
good for me guts.

I'm all clogged up.

Yeah, I'll pass it
on to the infirmary.

They'll get you some laxatives.

I appreciate it Gary.

I thought for a second you might
have to put a finger up there.

Nah.

[thud] [metal clangs]

Excuse me.

Hey bro. Take mine.

[tense music]

Hey, spilled your lunch.

Your body's hungry,
even if you are not.

I've done withdrawals myself.

Clarky.

What's that cock in for?

Murder. Plenty of us in here.

You?

This and that, you know?

[thudding]

[Sam grunting]

[Sam retching and vomiting]

Oh, fuck!

[Ezra] Indemnity, hey?

[Crellan] The office
doesn't feel the same,

like the whole
station is spooked.

[Ezra] Ahh...

- And they should be.
- Oh yeah.

Mate, it's serious.

Is this something I should know?

We need to be very careful,

because these guys know
what they're doing,

and they're not fucking around.

All right. Should
we get a taxi?

No, no. I'm almost done.

Seriously, 'cause Yael is
going to fucking kill me.

- Hey mate, we're nearly done.
- All right.

So you know anything about
this contract on Sam?

Nah.

All right, I'll see you soon.

See ya. All right.

The Ibrahims, they're
our people Ezra.

Yeah, so was Nasa.

Yeah, all I'm saying,
if it fucking gets out,

- it's not a good look.
- All right.

[engine roaring]

[upbeat electronic music]

[men] Come on. Come on.

Pigs.

Fuck off.

[car horn honking]

[PK] Jesus. Man-o-man. Fuck!

[car engine growling]

[John] It's not that big a
deal. We sometimes get...

[PK] Johnny, listen, hey...

The street's gone
to shit without Sam.

I mean, these rats used
to be afraid of something,

well, one thing.

Your brother's just not
a pretty face, you know?

Look, I'm protecting the
clubs only under our bat.

That's all I'm interested
in at the moment.

And, fuck policing
the streets for Joey,

or for anyone else.

- Fuck Joey.
- Yeah?

Well what if the
Viets roll back in?

You start caring
about the street then?

[man] Who said you can drop
it to ten fucking bucks?

- Fuck you!
- Fuck off!

[John] Look, I'm trying
to avoid bloodshed.

As long as the venues are
safe, that's all that matters.

I heard they're looking
for one of the Black Flags.

Does that mean Sam these days?

[PK] Yeah, I heard that too.

What the fuck's
going on over there?

[man] 'Love Machine'.

They're undercutting
their door prices again.

It's a slow night.

What are we supposed to do?

Who told you to do that?

The boss.

Door price is 25 dollars.

You go tell your boss no
more spruikers this weekend.

Jesus Christ, John, come on.

Listen, don't gimme that.
It's not your fault.

Just go find another
door to work.

Off you go.

[Skinny Steve] Good job, John.

[man] Piss off!

[upbeat club music]

[door thuds]

I just finished
speaking to him, hey.

What were they after?

Anything about you.

You should have told them
he does his eyebrows.

Hey. The fuck I
do my eyebrows.

They offer you
indemnity as well?

Yes, they just about to offer me

my fucking island in Tonga.

[men laughing] Fucking idiot!

They asked me to wire up. Hey!

Did they?

A wire?

Oh, fuck off!

Go on, then.

Take your fucking pants off.

[belt buckle clinking]

Happy now?

[laughing]

[John] What, is it
cold in here? [laughs]

Put your fucking
pants on, you poofter.

This shit is serious.

[JT] You think everyone
else is saying no to this?

Is there someone you're sus on?

[JT] Joey, maybe.

[JT] He was pretty
weird the other night.

Asking a lot of questions,

and wanted me to
protect his dealers.

All right. From now
on, outside of us four,

we assume that everyone
is wearing a wire.

Dogs aren't waiting for the
moment where we slip up anymore.

They're going to make it happen.

[upbeat house music]

I never thought I'd say this,

but I'm starting to
miss your brother.

It's fucking chaos out there.

Someone's got to
control this shit, John.

Where you going?

[John] We can talk here.

What?

I said, "We can talk here."

I can't fucking hear you.

My fault, again.

I can't fucking hear you.

Can we go outside
where it's quiet?

You think I'm wearing
a fucking wire?

Hey!

I deserve more fucking
respect than this.

You started this fucking mess.

Me?

Yes, you. We had a system,

until you decided to blow it up.

A fucking system?

What, Nasa, that prick who
went to the fucking TV,

and dogged everybody?

Listen,

you can't fucking blame me for
the whole enchilada, right?

Nasa made his choices.

So did Sam.

[upbeat house continues]

We have to be able
to trust each other.

Yeah, we can.

No, we can't,

because you looked
me in the eye,

and told me you'd
fucking canned it,

and you haven't.

I did.

It's just the last
ones for this week.

I earned that fucking money.

Hey. You are going
to bring us all down.

They're going to
take the house, mate.

Okay.

And Cath's not far behind.

Why didn't you tell me?

'Cause, I just thought
I could sort it.

Fuck.

All right. We'll
figure this out.

Oi, you're not going
to lose your house.

Yeah.

[door knock] [door opens]

Ah, boys.

I was wondering

if we could borrow Detective
Mooney for a moment.

Come on, you're going to have
to speak at some point, Declan.

You a bit scared mate?

Yeah. Shakin' in my boots.

Well, why don't
you give us a call

when you find a time
that works best for you.

Sure.

[truck engine growling]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps pattering]

Can you hear them, John?

Hear what?

The jungle drums.

They're getting
pretty fucking loud.

Commission's already
speaking to my blokes.

Mine too.

Listen, I know

you're making monthly
payments to Spyro's family,

and, I get it,

but it's not a good idea, John.

A very good mate of mine
needs some reassurance,

and I have something for you

that I hope might
help me get it.

There's a contract out on Sam.

[tense music]

And, although I don't
know who's going to do it,

or who's paying for it,

I'm 100 percent certain
he's going to get clipped,

but I can get him out.

Now, I had a look at
the Drug Squad brief.

The whole case hinges on
one witness statement.

A dealer.

I give you his name,

you go and jog his memory,

and all I ask for in return,

is that you extend some of
that generosity of yours

to my mate.

My generosity will be
shown once Sam's out safe.

No worries.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

What's the name?

[upbeat electronic music]

[Tongan Sam] Hey, Jimmy!

Where you going, Jim?

Jimmy, my boy.

Where are you going?
Come here for a sec.

[Jimmy] Look, I don't
have gear in my pockets.

- I don't want...
- Search me, man.

Mate, it's all right.
Take a breath. Calm down.

We're not going to hurt ya.

Look, we just want have
a chat to you, okay?

So, here's what
you're going to do.

Shit's getting real
on the outside.

Commission's offering deals,

trying to get the
boys to roll on us.

You're about the only
person I can trust anymore.

No one else.

Not really.

Listen, this shit
with the Viets.

What shit with the Viets?

Well fuck... I
didn't do nothing.

Well, it's not me.

Well they seem to think it was.

Commission does too.

What? You talking
to the commission?

No, not yet.

Can't wait, though.

Imagine all the dirty secrets
I could tell them about you.

Ah, fuck off.

What?

God damn it.

Come here.

[head thumps]

- Fuck. Ah.
- Tell them that, you fuck.

[John] I'm joking, you
dickhead. I'm joking man.

Look at that.

- You're bleeding...
- Listen here for a second.

[table thuds]
Listen to me! Okay?

There's a fucking
contract on your life.

Yeah.

What?

With who, the Viets?

I don't know yet.

Gary's going to drop a phone
into your cell tonight.

Now, I'm still
trying to work out

how to get you out of here,

but in the meantime,
it's not safe.

[Sam winces]

I'm clean.

It's good.

Let me deal with them.

Got anyone watching
your back in here?

[Sam] Just fucking Clarky.

He's all right, I guess.

This banana called, 'Doids'.

- Doids?
- Doids. Doids.

Said he knew you, or some shit.

You know why he's in here?

[Sam] No.

The dog killed some bloke's
ex-girlfriend for him.

He was paid to do it.

You got a fucking contract
killer in your pod, Sam.

[tense music]

[Henry] ♪ Oh, rub a dub dub
♪ Three dicks in the tub

♪ And who do you
think they be? ♪

♪ The butcher, the
baker, the heroin taker ♪

♪ Send them all...

What you looking at me for?

Oh, do you want to fuck me?

[Henry] I've got
soap in my eyes.

♪ Oh, rub a dub dub,
three dicks in the tub ♪

♪ And who do you
think they be? ♪

♪ The butcher, the
baker, the heroin maker ♪

♪ Send them all to me

[bag thudding]

[suspenseful music]

[bag thudding]

[suspenseful music continues]

Do you recognise these men?

Distributing a commercial
amount of cocaine,

that's 10 years.

Yeah, I know you've only
told me 14 million times.

Yeah, 'cause I'm
trying to help you.

The Drug Squad's

not going to give you a
offer as good as this.

This is what indemnity
is all about.

That sounds pretty sweet.

But it kind of makes me wish
I had fucking X-ray vision,

so I could see
through balaclavas.

All right, Lukey,
let's hand him over.

- He's got nothing.
- Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

I might know a few people
with a bit of information.

Okay? I can ask around.

[tape tearing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[engine growling]

[upbeat club music]

Penny, I got this one.

John.

Let me grab you a drink.

I own the club, fuckwit.

Look bro, I'm not
trying to bother you.

Too late.

I've got something you
might want to know.

John, it's about who shot
that Vietnamese bloke.

I don't know exactly who it was.

Just that he had a limp.

[John] Dave, get
this guy out of here.

He's had a bit
too much to drink.

[upbeat club music continues]

[inmates chattering]

Hey, big fella.

Heard you like the
old booger sugar.

No, I heard it's
bad for your teeth.

Hey, fuck off.

Lucky for you.

I've got a little bit of spare.

Looking to move it before
the guards do a sweep.

On tick.

You just might want to give
that one a rinse first.

300 bucks in my
account by tomorrow,

or I'll break your fucking legs.

Enjoy.

Henry hook you up too.

It's party time, eh?

Yeah.

Party for one.

Ah, don't be so antisocial.

[door screeching]

Got to have friends
in here, pal.

Is that you, is it?

Maybe.

[suspenseful music]

[lighter clicking]

[suspenseful music continues]

I hear you at night.

Training.

What for?

[door opens] Hey.

Enough for three?

[Sam] Fuck off, Doids.

Oh, come on, bro.

Thought we're going
to be besties.

Everything okay in here?

Yeah.

This banana was just leaving.

[Doids laughing]

Yeah.

Righty-oh.

[suspenseful music continues]

[ominous music]

[upbeat club music]

[Ezra] So tomorrow's
the day, right?

[Tony] That's what she told me.

Nice.

[upbeat club music]
[faint chatter]

[faint chatter]

[ominous music]

[shower spraying]
[handle creaks]

[showers spraying]

Henry, you fucking drongo.

What?

[Doids giggles]

[loud footsteps]

Doids.

[fists thudding]
[Doids groaning]

[dramatic music]

[fist thuds]

[Doids groaning]

[head thudding]

[head thudding]

[foot thuds] [Doids groans]

[Doids] What have you
done, you fucking psycho?

[Doids gasps] [fists thud]

[Doids gasping]

[fists thud]

[prisoner heaves and coughs]

[fists thud]

[blood splattering]

[dramatic music]

[shower spraying]

[phone beeps]

Sam?

Yeah. Doids been
taken care of.

[faint club music]

You know who sent him?

I never got the chance to ask.

Don't tell me you
fucking killed him.

Close enough.

He won't be leaving
hospital for a while.

Don't fuck up anything
for yourself, okay?

Lawyer said you could
be out in a few weeks.

Prosecution's case fell apart.

How'd you, uh, pull that of off?

Doesn't matter.

Looking forward to having
my big, ugly brother back.

Life's been getting a
little too easy without you.

Yeah, yeah, I miss you
too, you little cock.

[phone clicks]

[Sam sighs] [phone clanks]

[faint chatter]

[loud footsteps]

What?

What?

You wanna fuck me?
What's wrong with you?

[Henry stutters]

The fuck you looking at?

[Henry stutters]

This fuck.

I thought you'd be
having a bit of a,

bit of a sleep in after
your big night on it.

- Yeah.
- You're a fucking machine.

What you reckon,
was a good start?

[sighs] Top notch.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You got any left?

You fucking joking, right?

[Henry laughs]

Hey brother.

[Henry giggling]
[loud footsteps]

- Hey Bob.
- How's it going?

- Oi!
- Yeah?

Remember that contract on
Ibrahim, Thommo told us about?

Yeah.

Cabramatta reckons the
hitter is this bloke.

[papers rustle]

Remember him?

We pinched him a few years back.

Yeah, I do.

[paper rustles]

[cars honk]

[ominous music]

[clock ticks]

[Sam snoring]

[broom scrapes]

[John] What's up?

Drums are way too loud now.

This could be the
last time we do this.

Oh, that is a shame.

Not like I'll miss you.

I got a name for you.

Don't worry about it.

It's all sorted.

Some prick named Doids.

Doids?

Yeah, he killed his
mate's girlfriend for pay.

No, I know who Doids
is, that's not him.

[door creaks]

It's a bloke named Henry Jambor.

[suspenseful music]

Fuck.

Fuck.

[suspenseful music]

[loud footsteps]

Fuck.

Sam got the wrong guy.

Fuck.

What are you looking for?

Fucking phone.

I told you it's too small much.

Shut up and fucking drive.

[car hums] [lights click]

[tires screech]

[engine roars]

[suspenseful music]

[broom scrapping]
[footsteps clank]

[broom scrapping]

[door creaking]

[engine roars]
[tires screeching]

[car honking] [door slams]

[loud footsteps]

[suspenseful music]

Move, move, move, move,
move you fucking ass.

Sorry, fuck, move.

Fuck.

[phone beeping]

[phone ringing]

[fist thuds] [knife tings]

[phone rings]

No, please, please, please.

Please don't kill me!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[Henry whimpering]

[panicked mumbling]

Gary!

[Clarky] Keep your
fucking voice down.

They told me to
give you a hotshot.

[Clarky] I've already
got a life sentence, Sam.

I've got this cunt,
I'm doing life anyway.

They paid off my
mum's credit cards.

I didn't have a choice,
she's very sick.

[heavy breathing]
[Henry whimpering]

You can go.

[Sam sighs]

[ominous music]

[heavy breathing]

[bed creaks]

[heavy breathing]

[toilet lid clanks]

[toilet flushing]

[toilet lid clanks]

[phone rings]

Sam?

[heavy breathing]

It's done.

[faint club music]

[broom scraps]

[loud footsteps]

[car hums]

[door clicks]

How's it going Dickie?

What? You reckon I'm a dog?

Can't be too careful.

What's going on?

You hear about this
shooting a while back?

Some Vietnamese
wanker got knocked.

The Viets, they
think Sam did it.

Tried to kill him for it too.

Now, he didn't.

But whoever actually did it,

they need to fix it.

Now lucky for them,

I mean, there's a few more
days before Sam gets out.

And uh, well they need to make
it right, otherwise Sam will.

So I suggest you let your
mates know that, yeah?

It'll be fixed.

It'll be fixed.

[ominous music]

[train clanks]

[train whistles]

[sombre music]

[picture clinks]

[door creaks]

[loud footsteps]

[ominous music]

[door clicks]

[door slams]

[door creaks]

[door slams]

[car revs]

[bag crinkles]

[loud groan]

[suspenseful music]

[car engine clunks]

Fuck it!

[engine roars]

[loud footsteps]

[loud footsteps]

[cutlery tings]

[loud knock]

[door slams]

[laughs]

[knife thuds]

[loud footsteps]

[car hums]

[suspenseful music]

[door clicks]

[door slams]

[loud footsteps]

[glass shatters]

[door clicks]

[gun clicks]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[loud knock]

[door clicks and creaks]

[loud gunshot]

[shocked gasp]

[wheelchair clanks]

[panicked screams]

[pain filled cries]

[pain filled cries]

[door slams]

[door creaks] [loud beeps]

[upbeat rock music]

[loud chatter]

I don't know who you had
to fuck to get me out,

but it's nice to be
back in the jungle.

What does that
make you? Tarzan?

Yeah and you're my chimp.

[upbeat rock music]

[Stuart] Sammy, my man.
Good to see you brother.

Just get out hey?
Just bust out?

Hey Stuart. Fuck off?

- Something's going to explode.
- Hey!

Who's that fucker?

Just some dealer.

So I heard you setting
the door pricing now.

What was I supposed to
do? You weren't here.

Everything's pretty
much as you left it.

Then who are all these new
faces, and the dealers?

Not my department.

But setting the door
price is your department?

It's good to have you back.

[phone rings]

[phone clicks]

[ominous music]

Hello?

[drum music playing over phone]

Who is this?

[man on phone] That's
the drums of war, Johnny.

[suspenseful drum music]

["Just About To Break"
by Paul Kelly playing]