02x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

[DANCE MUSIC]

[SIMONE] Honey, sweetie, can you see me?

Did anyone see what he took?

- Hey, man...
- Who you selling for?

- Benny, OK?
- Benny who?

That's all I know.
He's f*cking scary, OK?

So what? Our pills are sh*t?

Well, yeah, they don't
stick together too well.

[BENNY] Maybe I was a
little too hard on him.

- We're supposed to be mates.
- Don't f*cking walk up on me!

You were carrying on like dickheads.

- f*ck you.
- Yeah?

Ugh! [GRUNTS]

[JED SCREAMS AND WAILS]

What the f*ck did you do?!

f*ck...

[JOHN] Just tell the truth, OK?

You say it was an accident,
no-one was supposed to get hurt.

Ibrahims don't give statements.

The lawyer's gonna be here
in 20 minutes. Get dressed!

Mikey!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[BUZZER BLARES]

[GATE SQUEAKS]

[GRITTY ROCK MUSIC]

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[FUNNY STEVE] Here's trouble.

- Boys, how are we?
- [CHUCKLES]

- Pretty good, brother. You?
- Thanks.

Not bad, not bad.

Thank you, brother. Let's go.

[LAUGHS]

[DRIVING ROCK MUSIC]

[ENGINES REV]

[DANCE MUSIC PUMPING]

[PEOPLE CHATTER AND BUSTLE]

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES RUMBLE]

[ENGINES STOP]

- Sam?
- Yeah!

Just when I was
starting to enjoy myself,

they kicked me out.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Good boy. How you doing?

Let me have a look at ya.

[LAUGHS] Still a b*tch, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

How you been? Good?

[JOHN] Yeah, alright.

Apart from being at w*r
with the g*y mafia, good.

What, you miss me?

- Oh, damn!
- What?!

- Really?
- Yeah. Come here!

[BOTH LAUGH]

Yeah, I missed slappin' ya.

Yeah, I can see that.

I'm back now, so get used to it.

You gonna show me a good time or what?

Hey, listen, this is...

It's, uh... it's a different
crowd, a different club.

It's just not what
you're used to, so just...

- Yeah, no sh*t.
- No, what I'm saying is it's...

It's my business, my work.

- Yeah.
- So just don't mess up the vibe.

- You're messing up my vibe.
- OK, alright! Just...

Simone? Simone, hey.

- Uh, you remember Simone, right?
- Jesus Christ!

- [SAM] Hey, Simone.
- [JOHN] She's, uh...

She's gonna take you
to the... the VIP area.

- VIP? Now we're talking.
- Yeah? OK? So you're a VIP.

- Finally.
- Just... you.

Hey, boys, grab a kebab, yeah?

The f*ck? We'll go to the strippers.

You happy?

Relax. I'm not gonna embarrass ya.

Just behave.

[SHOUTS] Hah! Look who it is!

- [TONGAN SAM LAUGHS]
- Ha-ha-ha! Look who it is!

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you, brother!

You take him to the darkest corner,

you make it f*cking darker, OK?

Dark! I don't want to see him, Simone.

[TONGAN SAM] You remember Junior?

- [SAM] Yeah, of course!
- Big boy now, hey?

[JOHN] Sam, get in there, get in there.

Why you got them working
down here? We're celebrating!

- [TONGAN SAM] After, huh?
- Come up for a drink!

How you going, brother?

- Come up for a drink.
- Got all your favourite drinks.

- We got VIP!
- Just go! Go!

You're gonna love it. Just go in!

[SAM] Come up!

[TONGAN SAM CHUCKLES]

- It's OK.
- It's not OK.

[LIVELY DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

[SAM] Hey!

Where is everyone?

Drink up. They're on me.

You having one?

No, I'm working, Sam.

Come on, you f*ck' nerd.

We're celebrating.

[DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES]

So what's the latest with Michael?

- It's under control.
- Where is he?

- I'm sorting it.
- Where are the other guys?

Probably with Michael.

Under f*cking control.

I will find him, but then
he's gonna turn himself in.

- He's not turning himself in.
- He's young.

He can do a short stretch
and still have a good life.

Yeah, 'cause you're the
expert of being inside

with all your time in the visiting area.

I don't want him to go inside
any more than you do, Sam,

but 2 years is better than 10.

Just go with me on this, please.

No.

He's gonna get the max, John.

You think the cops are
gonna go easy on an Ibrahim?

We gotta get him out of
the country or he's f*cked.

- What are you doing?
- VIP area, huh?

I'm going somewhere I'm wanted.

[GRITTY THEME MUSIC]

[SPRUIKERS CALL OUT]

[RAUNCHY HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

- Finally!
- [MEN CHEER]

[SAM] f*ck off, will ya? Get f*cked!

[LAUGHTER]

- Alright?
- How you going, brother? Good?

- Cheers, boys!
- [MAN] Boys!

[MAN 2] Hey!

Come on, come on. Catch up.

Oh, what the f*ck is that?

- How you going, brother?
- Good, bro. Good.

Hamish is over there.

So, what? Tate couldn't make it?

You're a f*cking prick, you know that?

You gotta patch that up.

Yeah, well, if he wants to apologise,

I'm happy to hear him out.

Oh, yeah, right. Give
me a f*ck' break.

We got a system, a chain of command.

You shouldn't be out there
recruiting off your own bat.

Yeah, but I did, so what?

Well, there are f*cking
rules! That's what.

- I'm gonna start my own chapter.
- See?

That's what I mean right there.

You don't just do it.
You ask permission first.

Oh, please, Hamish,

please, may I form my own chapter?

[BOTH LAUGH]

Huh, Sammy, you're a great soldier.

I'm a great president.

Now, that can either
be with the Black Flags

or it could be somewhere else.

You know, since I went inside,
this club's turned to sh*t, hm?

You think that's a coincidence?

We used to be feared, respected.
Now we're getting pushed around.

So... what's the plan?

Well, I'm gonna turn it into the biggest

motorcycle club this
country's ever seen.

- Let's go, boys!
- [MEN CHEER]

- [SAM] Let's f*cking go!
- [MAN] Let's go!

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

They've been feeding you, hm?

Mm, yeah.

Not like Mum, huh?

Too long.

Too long for a mother
to not have her son!

Too long! Too long!

[EXCLAIMS IN ARABIC]

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid, eh?

[MUM SPEAKS ARABIC]

[MUM SOBS]

No more bad luck. Hmm?

Only good luck now, yeah?

OK.

Mwah!

[JOHN] Sam.

[DARK MUSIC]

[BAG THUDS]

Have you talked to
Mum yet about Michael?

You know it's gonna k*ll
her if he goes inside.

I know, but a couple of years
is better than a lifetime.

Have you heard from him yet?

Not since the night it happened.

Where are you getting this
two years crap from, anyway?

Let's assume that the witnesses
give accurate accounts.

There was a punch-up.

Michael never actually saw the pool cue.

It could be lower grade manslaughter.

Didn't realise you
were a f*cking lawyer.

This sh*t is too important to mess up.

- We need to think it through.
- Yeah, you think, I act.

- That's why I'm in charge.
- Not this time, OK?

There's no winner here.

One kid's dead. The
rest are going to jail.

The old way of working, it... it's gone.

So what? Protecting my
family's the "old way" now?

Open it.

[JOHN] I've been saving your cut.

You're a dickhead, but you're
honest. I'll give you that.

Let me tell you, it
would've been helpful

to dip into it at times,

but it is a good
opportunity to set you up.

So... don't waste it.

Buy an apartment or something.

I'll put it on the horses.

I'm joking! Will you f*cking relax?

It's a joke.

Promise me you're not
gonna use that money

for something stupid, Sam.

Hey...

... I swear.

And what an opportunity
we have here today,

ladies and gentlemen.


warehouse in prime real estate.

But I will pass it over to you.

Where do we start? Where do we go?

Do I have any takers to get
us started at $1 million?

$1 million? Ma'am?

Ma'am, $1 million?



Nice try, sir. I do like your style.

But we're gonna stay
with the $1 million.

At $1 million, lad...

Ladies and gentlemen, for this
prime piece of real estate,

do I hear $1 million?

- Sir?
- 850.

It actually doesn't
quite work like that, sir.

We're just a little bit too far
away from where the reserve is.

But I do like your
enthusiasm. It's good.

Um, anyone, ladies and gentlemen?

Anyone? $1 million?



[AGENT] Do we have any takers? Sir?

Yes? No? Sir?

Anyone? 1 million?

So I guess we'll just say it's sold!

[CHUCKLES] To the man in the vest!

- Here we go. Come on.
- [SCATTERED APPLAUSE]

[AMIR] Yeah, I'm here
now, Jack Nicoll's place.

He's a known associate of Billy Diyab.

Yeah, I've been to his parents' place.

I've been to his sister's.

Will do.

Billy's been running around,

looking for cash, making enemies.

If we don't catch
him, someone else will.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[MUSIC RISES]

[AMIR] Billy!

Billy! f*ck' stop!

f*ck!

[MAN BREATHES HEAVILY]

[BENNY] Word's out, Lloydo.

You don't buy the pills
that crumble in your fingers.

That's the sh*t that makes you sick.





And I expect top quality for that money.

[CLICKS]

You know, Lloydo...

... you gotta learn to put
it together right, mate.

You can't just... pick up a hammer...

- [LLOYDO MURMURS]
- ... and expect to hammer away.

[MOANS]

[WHIMPERS]

- [LLOYDO GRUNTS]
- [MOCKINGLY] Huh! Huh!

[MOANS]

Come here. Give me the whole thing.

[LLOYDO PANTS AND MOANS]

Find me a new supplier.

Preferably one that can walk.

[MACHINERY CLATTERS]

[DEAN] Hey, Ned! Hey,
you ready for this?

[NED] Why the big show and tell?

Well, 'cause we're
scaling up again, mate.

We are gonna own this city
lock, stock and barrel.

Have you ever seen so many precursors?

[NED] f*ck' hell!

Where'd they come from?

Turkey.

[NED] The Turkish mafia? Jesus Christ!

[DEAN] Yep, that is why we cannot

and will not f*ck this up.

Yeah, well, Sam Ibrahim's out.

Word is he's started his own chapter,

bought a clubhouse out west.

He won't be a problem.

If he finds out about this,
we got a f*ck' problem.

Sam's crazy, but he's manageable.

He's not the only one we
gotta manage, though, is he?

We can take care of John too.

Yeah? Tell that to your good knee.

Hey!

We cannot f*ck this up.

[SIGHS]

[DOYLE] Thanks for waiting.

So...

... unfortunately, Kemp's
decided to drop the eyes on John.

We just haven't got enough
to justify the expenditure.

Does that mean Detective Chea and I...

Well, Chea's leaving today,

but I've asked Kemp if
I can keep you around.

You have good instincts,
Larsen, and I just...

... I just can't shake the
feeling that if I keep you here,

maybe you'll bring
me... something valuable.

Is there anything you'd
like to share with me?

[LOW PENSIVE MUSIC]

- Nothing new.
- You sure?

Mm-hm.

OK.

[DOYLE] Morning.

- Sorry to just drop in.
- No, no, all good.

Please, have a seat.

Can you give me anything and everything

you've got on Michael Ibrahim?

- So you're on the m*rder?
- Yeah.

Right, well, what makes
you think I can help?

Well, you wanted him released to John

and you don't strike
me as the pastoral type.

So that was surveillance, wasn't it?

You're using him as a Trojan horse.

Wow. You really are a
detective, aren't you?

So what do you got for me?

That's classified.

- [SCOFFS]
- Anything else you want?

I wanted to help the kid

and you... you just
fed him to the lions.

- We could've...
- What? Saved him?

- Very pastoral of you.
- f*ck you.

No, actually, it's, "f*ck
you, Senior Sergeant."

Do you have any idea what's
happening out west anymore?

Young kids getting sucked
in and spat out with nothing.

And these scumbags, they're cashed-up.

Now, I want you to listen to me.

I am acutely aware of
what is going on out west,

which is why I know

if you get the big fish,
you save the little fish.

But you didn't get anything.

Thanks.

[DARK MUSIC]

- [SAM] f*ck' massive.
- Heard that before.

Oh, yeah? Was she
talking about your nose?

[FUNNY STEVE] I don't have a big nose.

Do I?

Yeah, you got a big nose
and a weird-looking head.

[FUNNY STEVE] f*ck off!

[DEAN] Hey, Sam.

Heard you got out, so
I thought I'd come by...

Come f*ck me again.

Look, um, I messed up.

Alright? I know that.

But that's why I brought you
a little welcome home gift.

Gift? I don't see a f*cking bow.

Hey, come on, mate.
That's 50 K. [CHUCKLES]

Look, I got a bit ahead of myself,

but, you know, your
brother sorted me out

and, uh, I just want
to be good with you too.

- No problem.
- [FUNNY STEVE WHISTLES]

So we're good?

Yeah, we're great. See you next month.

Oh, oh, nah, mate. I...

That's my... my rainy day
money. That's all I've got.

I couldn't give a f*ck.

Remember, I own you.

You bring me 50 grand a month

or I come looking for ya.

Oh, it's good to see you, Stevie.

- What was that?
- f*ck tax.

A week of simmering racial tensions

boiled over into mob violence today

in the beachside suburb of Cronulla.

Fuelled by alcohol, the
crowd stormed the streets,

targeting anyone of
Middle Eastern appearance.

At least one man was badly beaten...

[JOHN] Can you turn
that sh*t off, Steph?

- [CHANGES CHANNEL]
- [AMIR] Uh, long black.

You know he needs to
hand himself in, John.

- I've got nothing to say to you.
- Then listen.

This sh*t, it's not going away.

And sooner rather than later,
the press are gonna want

a face for this Middle
Eastern crime thing

and that boy...

... is carrying you and
your brother's reputation.

Don't bring him down with you.

Don't try and leverage my brother, c*ck.

He's got nothing to do with this.

Since when did that ever matter
for people that look like us?

Us? Us?

You and me are not the same.

The Eastern Suburbs are never gonna

wash the Leb out of you, mate.

- I'm not your f*cking mate.
- You got that right.

My mates, they wouldn't leave
their little brother out there.

[AMIR] Thank you.

[TV REPORTER] With police
dressed in full riot gear

clearing the streets,

hundreds of officers
are being deployed...

[PHONE RINGS]

[REPORTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

- [PHONE BEEPS]
- Hello.

[MICHAEL] Hey, it's me.

Mikey?

[JOHN] Are you OK? Are you safe?

[MICHAEL] I'm OK, bro. All good.

[JOHN] Why the f*ck did you run?

I'm sorry, OK? I woke up and
it was f*cking on the news.

Don't know, man. We freaked out, John.

[JOHN] You stop freaking out and
start using your f*cking brain.

- Are you stupid?
- Just tell me what to do, John.

- And the others?
- [MICHAEL] They're gone.

- Gone where?
- We split up.

I don't know where they are.

[NEWS REPORT CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

I'm packing you a go bag, alright?

Passport, cash, everything.

- A go bag? Does that mean...
- Overseas.

Not coming back, Mike.

OK.

If that's what you think I should do.

[JOHN] It is.

I keep my number, you change yours.

You call me in two days.

[PHONE CLICKS]

[HORNS HONK]

[SAM] Oh, here he is!

Big head, little c*ck.

- [MEN LAUGH]
- [JOHN] The other way around.

[SAM] Passport's in the bag.

I'm glad you came to your senses.

Gabriel Maatouk?

Can't picture him as a Gabriel.

Yeah, well, f*ck, there's
one there for you too.

First name 'f*ck',
last name 'Banana'.

[CHUCKLES]

You ever miss it?

Yeah, yeah.

The way it used to be.

So bring it back.

I've got other investments now, Sam.

You f*ck.

It was more than just
business. You know that.

No, we built something
special here together.

We?

Together?

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDE]

Hey, John!

Don't get a big head, yeah?

Mostly me.

- Little c*ck.
- [CAR HORN BLARES]

[JOHN] Don't beep at me
with your piece of sh*t car.

Keep driving, f*ck!

- [SAM LAUGHS]
- [JOHN] Go on! Go on!

[GRUNTS]

- f*ck. Turn around slowly.
- Don't sh**t, don't sh**t!

- Slowly!
- Don't sh**t, bro! It's me!

- It's Billy, man!
- What the f*ck are you doing?

I'm sorry, bro! I'm f*cking sorry.

I've just been... I've been trying to...

What are you... You think I'm...

I'm not wearing a bloody wire, John.

- Are you serious, man?
- Alright, alright.

You're not gonna k*ll me, are you?

What? No, you idiot. Just... shut up.

Tell me what you're doing here.

I heard you're looking for me.

I'm looking for all of you.

Have you seen Mike?

No, man.

Look, I come to tell you myself.

I'm not running, I swear to you.

- Never said you were.
- I'm gonna go to the cops.

I'm gonna tell them what happened.

I just... I'm not taking
the boys down with me.

I'm not gonna f*ck over Michael.

Good.

Now breathe. Relax. It's OK, it's OK.

Just sit down.

Look.

You were right.

I know I'm f*cked.

I just need some more time.
I just need time 'cause...

Look, I got money on
the street, big money.

I just need to go collect it so I can...

... I can pay for the lawyers
and sh*t, you know what I mean?

I need a bit for my mum
too, man. She needs it.

It was an accident.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

[KEMP] How's it going
with our potential mole?

Uh, well, eyes in the cable box

picked up a visit from
Detective Larsen last week,

but she hasn't been back since, so...

Better hope he hasn't broken her heart.

See, it might be better
for us if he does.

Well, we're gonna have to
do it without the cable box.

Why?

Without Michael there,

the higher-ups are shutting it down.

Don't worry, though. Plenty
of new toys to play with.

What is this? Should I be worried?

What you've always wanted, right?

New taskforce, major organised crime,

if you accept a secondment

to the New South Wales
Police Force, that is.

[SHAKE HANDS]

The pollies are bowing to media pressure

off the back of the riots.

They want us all over
Middle Eastern offenders.

OK, so what are we looking at?

All of it. Take it
apart from the top down.

The commissioner wants results fast.

Arrests, photo ops, money,
g*ns, drugs on the table.

Go out and make a splash, Doyle.

Bring in whoever you need.

[AMIR] Any of you boys hear from Aymon?

[DOYLE] Amir.

Sorry. Is this a bad time?

Pretty perfect, actually.
We're down a man.

Oh!

So your little hissy fit the other day,

that serious or you were
just blowing off steam?

Look, I have some good news.

We have a new taskforce,
major organised crime,

Middle Eastern focus.

Sound like something
you'd be interested in?

Sounds pretty f*cking r*cist, actually.

I'm not gonna be your PR guy.

Alright, you just...

You take care of the little fish

and just see how many of
them you can hang on to.

Just come along, just come for one ride

and see if you change your mind.

Is that a yes?

I'll think about it.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

- I got one!
- [SAM] No way. What did you get?

- 60 bucks!
- 60 bucks? Let's go!

- [FUNNY STEVE LAUGHS]
- Whoo!

[DOOR CLATTERS]

- [PEOPLE SCREAM AND YELL]
- [OFFICER] Down, down, down!

Get on the ground!

- [OFFICERS SHOUTING]
- [PEOPLE EXCLAIM]

[OFFICER] Get on the ground! Get down!

[DOYLE] Get down on the f*cking ground.

[g*n c*ck]

Get on your f*cking knees.

Ohh!

Wow.

Long time no see.

You know the door was open.

Oh, was it?

If you're here to dance,

you gotta audition like everyone else.

This funny to you, you clown?

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

Oof!

Wow. Lot of cash for someone
who just got out, Sam.

Wouldn't be proceeds of crime, would it?

What cash?

[AYMON] It's mine.

[AMIR] Aymon?

f*ck sake, what the
f*ck are you doing here?

- Cuff him.
- No.

- No, mate, not this.
- [HANDCUFFS CLINK]

[DARK MUSIC]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

How you going?

They looking after ya?

Look... [SIGHS]

We both know that wasn't your money.

So now's the time to speak up, mate.

You were scared. You made a mistake.

I can help you.

Come on, Aymon. This isn't you.

No matter what those jerks
have filled your head with,

they're not family.

Let me help you.

You reckon you'd be sitting here
if they gave a sh*t about ya?

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

[DOOR OPENS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[SIGHS]

Maybe it's the right time.

Time to do what?

[JOHN] Come back to the Cross.

Remind everyone why it's actually

a good place to come to.

What, and bail out on
Oxford Street entirely?

No, no, no. Keep all that going, just...

I don't know. I feel different here.

Like I belong.

Very romantic.

Oh, shut the f*ck up.

And how would you go
about this grand plan?

I've got no idea.

But you'll be the first to know.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Mikey?
- [MICHAEL] You got my stuff?

- sh*t's changed, Mike.
- What do you mean changed?

Billy's, um...

Billy's gonna turn himself in.

He's gonna tell the cops
everything that happened.

- How do you know?
- You just need to trust me.

Man, we had a plan. You
said I was going overseas.

[JOHN] Look, two years
isn't a long time.

[MICHAEL] I don't wanna do any time!

I want the go bag and the passport!

[JOHN] You need to listen to me.

You can't switch up on me like this.

It's giving me mad f*cking head noise!

- Mikey, I'm not asking. Mike...
- [MICHAEL HANGS UP]

[PHONE CLATTERS]

[PHONE BUTTONS CLICK]

Things change sometimes, Sam.
You gotta change with them.

Or you stick to what you said.

- Even if it's wrong?
- It's not wrong.

We mess this up, there
is no coming back for him.

Guys...

It's easy for you to
say. Never been inside.

Ma, come sit down already.

Come get something to eat.

How can you eat?

There's always someone
missing from this table.

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

- Mum...
- [MUTTERS]

This was our best option.

That's not what you thought yesterday.

Because I am managing
the situation that I'm in.

If I could change it, I would.

I'm f*cking talking to you, Sam.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SIGHS]

What if something happened to him, hm,

and we weren't there for him?

Mikey's gonna be fine.

Well, he's not gonna give a statement.

He's not gonna need to.

The kid that caused
this whole shitstorm,

he's gonna put his hand up.

And that's gonna be confirmed

by all the witnesses that were there.

No, it is better that he does two years

than goes away forever.

He'd never be able to come back.

Mum would never see him again.

You sure this mate of
his is gonna pull through?

I'm sure.

You're making this call?

I'm making this call, Sam.

Alright.

I'm gonna get Michael.

What makes you think
you know where he is?

We think alike.

[ALL SING] ♪ Here's to
Aymon, he's true blue ♪

♪ He's a pisspot through and through ♪

♪ He's a b*stard, so they say ♪

♪ Tried to go to heaven but he
went the other way, he went... ♪

[ALL CHANT] Down, down, down, down,

down, down, down, down, down...

[ALL CHEER]

[HEAVY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

Oi, Mercedes! Come over. Meet Aymon.

Enjoy that, mate.

Oh, lighten up, would
ya? The kid did good.

The cops don't have anything.

They took my money.

Yeah, so we get out and earn.

You're supposed to have some ideas.

I've got a good tip,
potential big payday.

From who?

Old friend, a trusted source.

Hmph.

Easy enough to do without me?

Piece of piss.

You're in charge.

Where are you going?

I got sh*t to do.

[ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

You scared the sh*t out of me.

[DOOR SHUTS]

I thought you'd be taller by now.

I thought you'd be better looking.

- Pack your sh*t.
- Where we going?

Cop shop.

You said that plan was stupid.

No, I said John's stupid. Come on.

Sam, I got this all
figured out in my head.

Your mate Billy, he's coming
clean, so that changes things.

- I don't want to do any time.
- Two years is f*ck-all.

It might not even be that.

You'll be right in there.
I'll make sure of it.

How?

I got friends everywhere.

- What time's Billy coming in?
- I don't know. Soon.

He... he's just getting
some cash together.

- Can't I just wait till then?
- You just get your f*cking sh*t.

Come on. The less time
you gotta do, the better.

[MAN] One of the other boys
involved in the incident,

your friend Kurt, was picked up.

So I'll make sure it's noted

you're surrendering
yourself voluntarily.

It'll count in your favour.

Now, Kurt's not talking,

so they're going to
ask you for a statement.

You don't have to give one.

He knows how to handle himself.

- [MAN] They'll also ask for a...
- He's got it.

[MAN] Alright. Let's go.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

[SAM] You get it now?

Get what?

Being the older brother.

[DOOR OPENS]

Will somebody fix this?

[PEOPLE MURMUR]

What's happened?

Where's Funny Steve?

[KISSES]

[GRUNTS] Huh! Huh!

[BENNY] Look at me. Look at me!

You break into my
house to steal my sh*t?

The least you could do is look at me.

[BENNY] Who's backing ya?

What's your name?

- [g*n c*ck]
- Right, I'll start.

My name is Benny Vasquez.

What's your name?

Funny Steve.

Funny Steve?

Is that 'cause you're
a funny-looking c**t

or are you funny?

Well, go on, then. Tell
me a joke, Funny Steve.

Make me laugh.

Make me laugh, Funny Steve.

Alright.

There's three midgets at the local fair.

One of them spots a stall

for the Guinness Book of World Records.

The first m*dget, he thinks he's
the shortest man in the world,

so he goes inside, they measure him up,

out he comes with a medal -

new record holder for
World's Shortest Man.

So... so the second m*dget,

he thinks he has the
smallest feet in the world.

So in he goes, they measure him up,

out he comes with his medal.

Well, now the third m*dget, he wants in,

so he says,

"Well, I think I've got the
smallest d*ck in the world."

[CHUCKLES]

So like the others,

he goes inside, gets measured up.

But this time... he's in there for ages.

And he finally comes out,

but no medal.

He just looks at the
other midgets and says,

"Who the f*ck is Benny Vasquez?"

[MEN LAUGH]

That's pretty funny, huh?
Yeah, that's pretty funny.

I got one.

Why do they call me Benny the Great?

I don't know.

Huh? No-one? No? Anyone?

Huh? No?

'Cause if you don't
tell me who's backing ya,

I'm gonna 'grate' your n*pples off.

- Huh? No?
- No, no, no...

- Last chance! Last chance!
- No, no, no, no!

No! [SCREAMS] Oh, you f*ck!

- [FUNNY STEVE WAILS]
- Huh?!

[FUNNY STEVE WAILS]

- [FUNNY STEVE] Oh, you f*ck!
- [BENNY LAUGHS]

[FUNNY STEVE GROANS]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Call me when he comes to.

I got somewhere to be.

[CAMERA WHIRRS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Benny Vasquez.

Hey, it's good to finally meet.

[SHAKE HANDS]

Hey, don't worry. It's just us.

And I trust you came alone too?

And how did I get so lucky?

[DROPS BAGS]

- It's a simple deal, Benny.
- [LIGHTER FLICKS]

We supply you and you
give me protection.

Protection?

Yeah? Protection from who?

The Ibrahims.

The Ibrahims?

Look, I'll buy off you,
but I'm no-one's soldier.

Now, I'll deal with Johnny
'cause he gets in my way.

But Sam?

I got no beef with Sam f*cking Ibrahim.

Are you serious?

Do I look like I'm joking?

- [g*n c*ck]
- Do I?

What makes you think I won't do it?

'Cause you know who I am.

You know I'd die happy here

just thinking about what
my crew's gonna do to ya.

I believe you have
something that belongs to me.

- f*ck sake.
- [FUNNY STEVE MURMURS]

Told him the m*dget joke, didn't you?

He f*cking loved it.

[FUNNY STEVE] Oh, f*ck.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

[LAUGHS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah, brother.

He did what?!

Dean!

[TRAIN SCREECHES]

[CAR ENGINE RUMBLES]

[CAR DOORS OPEN]

You got the money?

Are we good? Huh?

[ZIPPER BUZZES]

[g*nsh*t]

[GRIM MUSIC]

[ENGINE STARTS AND REVS]

[MAN] I have to advise you
in the strongest of terms

that you should make
a statement to police.

Billy's dead, Michael.

You wouldn't be doing anyone any harm

by simply stating the
facts of the incident.

You need to understand,
without a statement,

the police are gonna charge
you with manslaughter.

You will carry the full
weight of the boy's death.

Do you understand that?

Ibrahims don't make statements.

[SOMBRE MUSIC]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

The cops are pushing for 11 years.

[STAMMERS] What the f*ck
are you talking about?

I didn't know Billy was gonna get shot.

What do you mean, you didn't know?

You were meant to look after him.

That's what I was trying to
do. And we agreed, remember?

No, no, no, no. Don't give
me that "we agreed" sh*t.

You were gonna make him turn himself in

no matter what I said.

Right? Right, John?

Because you needed to be King d*ck.

'Cause you need to be
in control of everything.

This was all about your f*cking ego.

For f*ck sake.

[LIGHTER FLICKS]

[JOHN] I should've seen it coming.

I should've seen it.

I didn't.

I f*cked up, Sam.

I f*cked up.

Look, I'm gonna fix
it. I'm gonna fix it.

- I just need some time. I...
- No. No, no, no.

John, John, shut the f*ck up!

Not even you can fix this.

It's done.

Our little brother is getting 11 years.

We're just gonna have to live with that.

I'm not waiting anymore!

- We gotta send a message.
- We will!

- When?!
- After I set you up!

I am gonna give you as much
product as you can sell.

You muscle up, you
build yourself an army,

then we make our move.

[DEAN] They're strong, yeah?

So we gotta be stronger.

Now, you go at one of them...

... you go at both.

[DEAN] But they got soft spots.

[DEAN] So we just gotta be patient.

'Cause they will make mistakes.

When they do...

... we go at them in ways
they won't see coming.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

Oh, what's up?

Tell me something.

Who gave you the tip on the stash house?

Dean.

I thought he was trying to suck up.

[DARK INTENSE MUSIC]