(anxious music)
(flame blazing)
(drill buzzing)
(flame blazing)
- [Lookout] How's it coming.
- Save the chat 'till later. (radio beeping)
(flame blazing)
(anxious music)
- Car approaching. (radio squelching)
- Hold it.
Back to work.
(flame blazing)
(anxious music)
Stand by, three minutes.
- Terrific. (radio squelching)
(flame buzzing)
- We're in.
(engine humming)
- [Driver] On the move.
(tyres screeching) (shotgun cocking)
- Don't move.
(car doors thudding)
- [Detective] Out the car.
Down.
Up.
Run, fast.
(engine humming)
(tyres screeching)
- [Lookout] Van approaching.
- Copy. (radio squelching)
Let's go.
(engine humming)
- Don't even think about it.
- Wait, don't move.
(energetic music)
(man groaning)
(glass shattering)
- [Officer] Police, don't move.
Stay where you are.
Get on the ground now. - Turn around.
On the ground now.
(door thudding) Stop.
Don't move. - Don't move.
(Danny yelling)
- Get off me.
- Get on the ground now.
Hands behind your back.
- Don't.
Don't.
(alarm blaring)
(engines humming)
(alarm blaring)
(gate rattling)
Stop, you're hurting me. - Jesus Christ.
- Your breaking (yells). - This way.
- [Danny] Get off me.
(elevator bell jingling)
- Wher'd you get the tracksuits a job lot?
- Get your filthy hands off me.
- Yeah, save it for the Magistrate.
- Pig.
Slime bags.
- She's all yours.
I hope you've had your rabies shot (laughs).
(Danny yelling) (door thudding)
- Righto, strip.
I said strip.
- Enjoying yourself?
- Put this on.
- So, Danny.
Get us a cup of tea, will ya?
- (laughs) Tea?
- Aggravated burglary, criminal damage,
resisting arrest, assaulting police to wit.
Biting one Detective Senior Constable Hudson.
Quite a night.
- He groped me.
- Yeah.
But a girl like you I thought Hudson would be a pushover.
- He was.
- [Devlin] He probably thinks he's got AIDS now.
- I'll put the word around.
- So, Danny, what are we gonna do with ya, huh?
- I'd kill for a shower.
(engine humming)
(distant dog barking)
(uplifting classical music)
(fridge door thudding)
- You okay?
- [Woman] Go home to your wife, Devlin.
(door creaking)
- Have something to eat and get some sleep.
Tomorrow's a working day.
- [Woman] What?
You promised me some time off.
What's the job?
- Goodnight, Frankie.
- You bastard. (water sploshing)
(door thudding)
(Frankie cheering)
(Frankie groaning)
(upbeat dance music)
(Frankie groaning)
(man groaning)
I'm sorry.
- That's bullshit.
We know that he's connected with these blokes.
We've had the wood on him for two years.
- Constable. - Inspector.
- John. - Sit.
- That was a top job, Frankie.
- Well done. - Good job, Frankie.
- They don't come much better than that.
- Sounds like you really got your teeth into it.
(Frankie chuckling)
Wonder what he's gonna show his wife?
(all chuckling)
- So Frankie, how do he feel about a holiday on the coast?
- What have we got?
- Smack import.
Large quantities from Southeast Asia.
Comes from container ships every four to six weeks.
Local trawlers pick them up, throw it in.
- Place that we're interested in
is down the coast near Crawley.
A place called Tugina.
- Tugina?
- [Detective] Yeah, you know it?
- Got a sister who lives there.
- [Detective] What?
What does she think you do?
- Still a traffic cop, I guess.
- You think this sister of yours
would put you up for a while?
- I suppose so, but you know, she's family.
- And you'd have difficulty with that?
- I haven't seen her for a while.
- That's a problem?
- Guess not.
- What do you think, John?
- Well, we don't have a lot of choice.
And the family link would be a real asset.
- Excuse me.
Ladies.
- [Garner] Sure.
(door clicking)
- She owned up about the sister straight away.
- But not about the brother-in-law.
And that worries me.
(door thudding)
- What have we got to lose, hey?
She stuffs it up, we pull her out.
- Rule number one.
Never send under covers in with family.
Blood's thicker than water.
- Yes, but sir, this whole bloody town is family.
I mean, that's why we've gotta send her in there.
If we send in a stranger, they're gonna stick out
like dogs balls, aren't they have?
Now we've had two cockups on this job already.
Third time lucky.
What choice have we got?
- John?
- She's been with me two years.
Believe me, work always comes first.
- All right then.
Job's on.
(door thudding)
- Frankie.
Frankie.
I wouldn't send you in if I didn't know you could handle it.
If you can't tell me now.
- It's not a problem.
(distant telephone ringing)
- Lady who runs the co-op is Genevieve Robertson.
They call her Robbo.
52, widowed, one kid.
Got a Friday night boyfriend.
Likes to drink and a flutter on the pokies.
Now a year ago, the co-op was stuffed.
She should be out of business.
But what do you know, she isn't.
- Bank statements.
- Yeah, the trawlies love her.
Without her, they'd all be on welfare.
Robo's son, Murray, AKA Muzza.
Bit of a dipstick.
Skippers one of the trawlers. - Mm-uh.
- Mum got the brains.
More of the trawler boys.
Jason Bergman, AKA Bergie.
Kevin Pool and Aubrey Thompson, Robbo's Friday night bonk.
Steve Jameson.
- [Frankie] Mm-uh.
- Your brother-in-law.
- I thought he was a plumber.
(Frankie chuckling)
So how many of these guys are involved?
- Maybe one, maybe all.
- I think if Robbo's got any brains,
she would've involved the lot of them.
Safety in numbers.
- What do you need me for if you've got all this?
- Well is a small fry.
We can bust 'em whenever it suits us.
Right now, we're letting them run.
Start with a co-op.
There's a well-known gentleman here in town
who's financing the importation.
You'd know him if you saw the photo.
Prick was on the news years honours list.
The point is though that this is a very delicate situation.
Robbo and these trawlies are just couriers.
What we're after is the middle man, Frankie.
The person who collects it from Tugina,
and then handles the next stage.
We want him cooperative.
Spilling his guts.
'Cause if we can get to that guy,
we can bust down Mr. Order of Australia.
- So you got an ID for this guy, this middle man?
- [Detective] That's why you are going in.
- Yep.
Feels like Tugina to me.
- Well, look on the bright side.
This time all you've gotta be is yourself.
Now the local cops are in it up to their eyeballs
so steer clear. - Oh, great.
- And I want daily contact on this one.
- When I can.
- Don't gimme that bullshit.
- Sure.
- What I'm saying is any problems I'm it, use me.
- [Frankie] Like you guys are using me.
- What if her husband is involved?
(door thudding)
- Then I'd be doing my sister a favour, wouldn't I?
- What if your sister's involved?
(gun clicking)
- There's no way Karin's gonna be involved in heroin.
- Think about it, Frankie.
(rain splattering)
(engine humming)
(upbeat music) (woman cheering)
- Okay, let's have a big round of applause for Terry.
(woman cheering) (woman applauding)
All right.
And now the man that you've all been waiting for, ladies.
Me.
(women cheering) (woman applauding)
All right.
Yoo-hoo.
Hey.
I'm only joking, girls.
Well, that's it for tonight.
And now that we've got you all hot to trot,
maybe you can take it on home to hubby
and show a good time, huh?
(woman cheering) (women clapping)
And for those of you who haven't got a husband
my car's the red Celica outside, form a queue.
(woman cheering) (woman laughing)
Huh?
Ow, the devil made me say that.
- The devil. - And don't forget,
tomorrow morning it's business as usual
with Uncle Marty on the Big Triple D.
(woman cheering) Goodnight, ladies.
- Oh, that Marty, I love him. - Honest.
- [Woman] Oh, yeah, hot bod, I reckon.
- Hey, how come you didn't tell me you had a sister?
- Well now you know, I do.
- So, Frankie, how long you gonna be here for?
- I'm not sure yet.
- Oh, don't expect naked bums every night
Tugina's not exactly Las Vegas, you know.
(Frankie laughing)
See you at home, Kaz. - Yeah.
Won't be long.
(women chattering)
Should've said you were coming.
- It's kind of an impulse thing.
- Yeah, well you should've said.
- So when am I gonna get to meet Steve?
- He's out on the boat.
- Oh, right.
- They work nights.
So what the hell are you doing here, Frankie?
- Yoo-hoo.
Here we are.
Home to Mum. - Hello, darling.
Was she good?
- Nah, tore the place apart.
Well, tell Joanne thanks, and I'll pay her later.
- Sure.
So catch you both tomorrow?
- Okay. - Nice to meet you, Frankie.
- Yeah, bye, Cheryl.
- A lot can happen in two years.
(door thudding)
(worrisome music)
- Hi there.
(Natalie moaning)
- [Karin] You on leave, or what?
- Permanent leave.
I quit me job.
- [Karin] You're not a cop anymore?
- No.
I chucked that in ages ago.
I've had a dozen jobs since then.
Last one was a firm of accountants.
- You never plan, do you?
(Natalie babbling)
- Can I stay for a bit?
And don't worry, I'll pay my way.
- I haven't heard from you in two years.
Haven't seen you in four.
Why now?
- I've missed you, Kaz.
(worrisome music)
(door thudding)
You must be Steve.
(plate thudding)
- Who are you?
- [Frankie] Frankie.
- Frankie who?
- Frankie your sister-in-law.
- Oh, the cop.
- Ex-cop.
Ex-barmaid.
Ex-secretary.
Ex-cleaner (chuckles).
Ex you name it.
- So, is this is a flying visit or what?
- Steve?
What are you doing home?
- Ah, not a lot of prawns out there.
Didn't wanna waste the fuel.
Don't worry, I'll talk to Robbo.
Shall be sweet, aye.
(lips smacking)
- You stink of prawns.
Go and have a shower.
- He seems like a nice bloke.
- He is a nice bloke.
- [DJ] Okay, this is Uncle Marty on the Big Triple D.
And what's your name, darlin'?
- Barbara. - Barbara.
(door knocking)
- Sorry, need to get some stuff for Natalie.
- Oh, no worries.
So prawning's not going too well, huh?
- You have good times, we have bad times.
- How are you surviving?
- Steve's on a small retainer
plus a percentage of the catch.
It's the catch we depend on
but the prawning's been lousy for months.
- So how'd you get by?
- [Karin] Robbo's been lending us.
- Robbo?
Who's he?
- It's a she, not a he.
She runs the fishing co-op.
- Geez, that can get outta hand, can't it?
- With one good season, that's all it takes
to make thousands.
(door thudding)
(worrisome music)
- Hey, watch the baiting. (camera snapping)
- What do you want?
- Oh, I'm just looking around.
It's such a beautiful place.
- Try living here.
(Frankie laughing)
- Why don't you take your camera somewhere else?
- Geez, I'm sorry, is this private property or something?
- [Aub] Just don't like strangers, that's all.
- Layoff, Aub, she's not doing any harm.
- We got work to do.
- I'm just looking for my brother-in-law's boat.
- [Kevin] Oh yeah, who's he?
- Steve Jameson.
- Kaz's sister, yeah?
I live next door.
- Oh right.
Yeah, 'cause I met your mom, Cheryl.
- I'm Kevin.
This is Bergie and that bloke's Aub.
(Frankie giggling) (camera snapping)
- I'm Frankie.
- You in from the big smoke?
- Yeah.
So how many of you guys does it take
to run one of these things?
- Ah, just two. - Two?
Take passengers?
- We're not a bloody ferry.
- [Frankie] I'm just asking.
- Go on, you blokes, get on with it.
- Hey, you know where I can get any smoke
around here, do you?
- What do you mean?
- Oh, come on, you know what I mean.
A smoke.
- What makes it think we'd know anything about that?
- Ah (giggles).
Just asking.
See ya.
- See ya.
(camera snapping)
(dart thudding)
- Good one. (man laughing)
- At least you hit the board that time (laughs).
Not trying to hustle us, are you, Frankie.
- Oh yeah, right.
(dart thudding)
Oh, sorry (laughs).
(door creaking)
Who is cute?
Who is that?
- Oh, it's nobody (laughs).
- Frankie?
- Yep.
- Mate of mine reckons you might, you know,
be in the market for something.
- I might be.
What's the damage?
(patrons chattering) (patrons laughing)
(door creaking)
There you go, thanks.
- Muzza. - Hey, boys.
- Brett. - Tommy.
How you doing?
- All right, mate. - How are you, Muzz.
- Geez, Brett, don't give up your day job.
- Okay, Muzza. - Kev.
- Hi.
- G'day.
- You play, mate?
- No, it's all right.
(patrons chattering)
- Hello mate, it's your shout, isn't it?
- Yeah g'day what do you want?
- [Patron] Yes beer.
- Brett, you dick wit.
- Piss off, Paul.
- All right, let's get serious.
Now we play for pints.
(dart thudding) - Yes.
(Natalie cooing)
- [Karin] Picking up groceries.
(door thudding)
Look, they're gonna cut it off if we don't pay.
- [Steve] Jesus Christ, Karin, it's not my bloody fault.
I'm doing everything I can.
What more do you want, huh?
- [Karin] Steve.
What is the point of all this if we just end up fighting?
- Hey guys.
I thought I'd do a bit of a shop.
- We're not a charity case yet.
(Natalie crying)
Come on, darling, it's all right.
- What's wrong?
- You went looking for something today and you found it.
Am I right?
- Boy, there are no secrets in this town?
- Now, look, I don't care what you do but not in this house.
Okay?
And not 'round my family.
- Can we talk about this? - No.
Sorry, love.
- Say goodbye to daddy. - Goodbye, love.
- Steve?
Hey, wait up.
So Karin's told you all about me, right?
Listen, that was a long time ago.
- Look, Frankie, I'm not a hypocrite.
Now half the town does the stuff.
Just not in my house.
Okay?
- Promise.
- All right then.
- So where have all the prawns gone, holiday in Bali?
- (chuckles) Yeah, probably.
- How many kilos you reckon you getting on a good night?
(engine humming)
So who owns the flash car?
No, don't tell me Muzza Robertson.
- You know him?
- Oh, we're like that.
I met him at the pub yesterday.
- Oh, right.
How we doing? - Okay, mate.
- Hey, can I come?
- You'd be bored shitless.
- Well, I'll work.
- I said no.
- All right.
Hi, Kev.
- G'day. (Frankie chuckling)
- Everything's okay. - A day, love.
- Okay, love, good luck.
- Thanks, Mum.
- Hey, Muzza.
- Hey, yourself.
(Frankie chuckling)
Geez, it must get dangerous out there sometimes, hey?
- Who are you?
- I'm sorry, I'm Frankie.
I'm Steve Jameson's sister-in-law.
You must be Robbo?
Well, Karin's told me a lot about you.
- Has she? - Yeah.
She said you might have some work available at the co-op?
- She was having you on.
Karin knows better than that.
Come on, boys.
(worrisome music)
(seagulls squawking)
(door rattling)
(coins jingling)
(telephone ringing)
- Four, four, eight, nine.
- You said to call, I'm calling.
- Settled in then?
- Oh, very cosy.
Steve's a nice bloke.
We're all just doing fine.
- And young Natalie.
- What?
- That's the baby's name, isn't it?
I told Gar that you could do this.
Do you wanna change your mind?
- I can do this, okay.
- All right then.
Fill me in.
The town?
- It's a paranoid city.
It's zipped up like you wouldn't believe.
- How about the trawlies?
- Robbo, uptight, defensive.
She's gonna be a tough nut to crack.
Muzza, all brawn, no brain.
But he's my way in.
He's the town stud.
- Can you lay off, rooting the targets for five minutes?
- What else do you do in a fishing town in winter?
- Read the shadowers handbook, I'll lend it to you.
And our middle man?
How's it going with your sister?
- Never better.
- All right.
Then all is well.
Aunty Frankie.
- Just stick it where the sun don't shine, Devlin.
(Devlin laughing) (telephone receiver thudding)
(worrisome music)
- You got a soft 'ne. - Best shit
you'll ever get hold of. - Bullshit, mine's better.
- You reckon? - Yeah, for sure.
(brakes squeaking)
- G'day. - Hi.
- You know, I don't believe we've met before.
- Oh, I only arrived yesterday.
- Oh, okay.
You got somewhere to stay?
- Yeah, me sisters.
- Hmm-uh.
- Karin Jameson.
- Ah, yeah, Steve and Karin, yeah.
- Oh, you know Steve?
- Yeah, he's a good bloke, Steve.
- Oh, yeah.
It's pretty quiet around here.
- (laughs) Yeah, well, Tugina's been dead for years
but the only problem is it doesn't know it.
(Frankie chuckling)
How long you known Steve?
- About 12 hours.
- Oh, right.
(chuckles) Well, I'll be seeing you then, Miss, er?
- Frankie.
- Frankie who?
- Oh, Frankie Smith.
- Smith.
- [Frankie] Yeah.
- Well, I like a quiet life, Frankie Smith.
People in Tugina understand that.
I like to keep a special eye on visitors.
- Thanks.
- Evening.
(engine humming)
(worrisome music)
(kettle whistling)
- Hey, Kaz?
Were you pregnant when you married Steve?
- [Karin] Yes, I was.
What are you trying to say?
- Relax.
He's devoted.
Even I can see that.
Half your luck.
The blokes I meet.
- Oh, well, you made your choice, didn't you?
- Yeah.
But hey, I'm not dead yet.
Can ask you about something?
- Sure.
- How long you guys planning to hang in here?
- It's just a bad patch, okay.
It's gonna be alright. - What if it's not.
- It will be.
Steve will sort it out.
- Oh yeah?
How?
- He just will, all right. - How, Kaz.
- We're like you, Frankie, okay.
We've got dreams.
I know you don't know what dreams are.
- Alternate farmer.
- We're saving for a farm.
The pawning's just a shortcut.
A quick way to raise a deposit.
Well, it was.
- Think about it, Karin. (magazine thudding)
The longer you here the worse it's gonna get.
- No, it's gonna be all right.
- Steve is not a magician.
What do you think he's gonna do?
(iron thudding)
Forget I said it.
I'm going to the pub.
See you.
- Bye.
(woman laughing) (woman chattering)
- Oh, my god.
- [Woman] Always the same.
When the prawns stop running, so does he.
- Hey, at least Robbo's getting it somewhere?
- No. - Give over.
You never can say.
- It's in the genes.
You know, he's an out-of-towner.
- Got a run-in with Aub,
he's a grumpy old bloke. - Oh, you're not wrong.
- How long since he came to town?
- I dunno. - A couple of years, maybe?
- Yes. - Oh, bloody men.
- Don't speak to me.
I just spent the last six months
with a bunch of accountants.
(women laughing)
- Hey, speaking of stance.
- Hey, Muzza. - Hey (laughs).
- What's he doing here? - It's another bad night,
by the look of it.
- [Muzza] See you next month.
- Watch out, girls.
- Same again.
- Tussers in your arse, Frankie.
- Careful, Frankie.
He hasn't had it since yesterday.
- Boo.
- Frankie, right?
- Got it in one.
What are you doing here?
- Gearbox is stuffed.
Bergie is up to his elbows in it as we speak.
- Oh.
Same again.
- So, what brings a girl like you
to a joint like Tugina?
- Well, I like it.
I think I might stay if I can get a job.
There's not much to go back to in the city.
- Found out he was married, hey?
- Oh, no, bloody mind reader.
(both chuckling)
- So what sort of work you looking for?
- Anything that pays.
- Like what?
- Oh, you know?
- No, I don't.
- Well, I'm good at most things.
(worrisome music)
- I'm coming through.
Hold the darts.
You missed.
- [Frankie] Third time lucky.
- Warm enough for you?
- Well, what's a yank doing in Tugina?
It's hardly the centre of the universe.
- Well, the surf's great.
Living's cheap.
Where else would you wanna be?
- Hey.
- You got me.
(door clicking)
- Guess what?
I got me a job at the co-op.
- Excuse me?
- It's just as well, I'm flat broke.
- Oh, you're broke.
So much for offering to help out.
- Oh, well, now I can.
- If I'd known there was a job going, Frankie,
I would've applied for it myself.
- What about Natalie?
And I thought-
- Just how long are you planning on staying exactly?
- I don't know.
Just 'till I make some money.
(kettle whistling)
(Karin sighing)
- How did you get the job anyway?
- Muzza.
I met him at the pub.
- You slut.
- Oh, right, here we go.
- I don't know why you came, Frankie.
You barge in here with no warning.
Expecting everything to be right again,
as if the past doesn't exist or something.
Well, forget it because it's not that simple.
- [DJ] Well, who are the politicians here for?
Not you, not me, baby.
They're in it for themselves.
Ow, the devil made me say that, but...
The Big Triple D.
Every morning, every day of the week, I'm here for ya.
Bringing you news and views from the seething
mini-metropolis of Crawley.
- It's amazing how blokes never queue up for jobs like this.
(bright music)
â™ª It doesn't really matter what you wanna say â™ª
(women quietly muttering)
- Yeah, no problem.
- Where is this going?
- There's a skip outside.
- It's gross uniforms.
A total waste of my Wonder Bra.
(women chuckling)
(Frankie groaning)
(birds squawking)
Two days in and I've got a job at the co-op.
You're underpaying me.
- Elephant stamp for Miss. Frankie Smith.
How'd you swing that one?
- Muzza.
He likes me.
- How close you planning to get?
- Whatever it takes.
By the way, I think the local cops
are gonna be running a check on me.
- Don't worry, we've got you covered.
What about Robbo?
- Can't get near her.
- Softly, softly, Frankie.
- Look, it's a fishing town.
Devious, bait a hook, see what you can drag up.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Talk to me.
- How long have you got.
- Hey, babe. - Shit.
Hi, Muzza.
- Who you talking to?
- My mother.
You wanna say hello?
- G'day, Mum.
(both chuckling)
- Get out of it, out.
Mum?
Sorry, it's just a friend of mine.
His name's Muzza.
He works at the co-op.
Yeah, he's the one that got me the job.
Oh, really gorgeous.
All right.
Listen, I hope you're feeling better.
I love you too.
Bye.
(telephone receiver clicking)
Naughty boy. (hand slapping)
- What the hell is that?
- Looks like cat food to me.
- Well, the moggies can have it.
- How's my girl? - Hey, Muzza.
- [Muzza] Having fun?
- Well, you're not fussy, that's for sure.
- Isn't that your type?
- Muzza?
Give a break.
- God, it's not exactly true love, Gaylene.
- Yeah well, watch yourself.
- So what?
He share the business with his mum?
- Nah.
Too thick.
Strictly an Indian.
A sexy Indian. (Frankie chuckling)
- Where's all this stuff go?
- Freezer van, twice a week.
- Same guy or are there like lots of them?
- How would I know?
- Oh, come on, Gaylene.
I'm just trying to fix you up with someone.
- I'm fixed already.
- Well, not so as you'd notice.
(both laughing)
(anxious music)
(door tapping)
- What do you think you're doing?
- I just came to say thanks for the job.
- Yeah, you can thank me if I get on with it.
- Listen, I saw you do your own typing.
Maybe I can help out?
- You're keen, aren't you?
- And I need the extra money.
I'm pretty quick on a keyboard.
- I'll think about it.
- Mad if you don't.
(engine roaring)
(tyres screeching)
Geez, Muzz, where's the fire?
- Had this baby up to 220 last week.
- Ever heard of the cops?
- [Muzza] Not a problem.
- Yeah, right?
- Contacts.
Local Sarge is a mate of mine.
- He does you favours, does he?
- [Muzza] Better believe it.
Big night tonight.
Prawn dark.
- Prawn what?
- Dark of the moon.
Prawns go nuts.
Millions of them.
We'll be in the money tonight.
(engine humming)
Wait here.
(car door thudding)
- Hey, Michael.
(anxious music)
Get your arse out here.
- [Frankie] Oh wow.
This is really good stuff. - Yeah.
- Who was that guy?
- Just some surfy jerk off.
(Frankie giggling)
He sells better shit than that stuff
you got in the pub though.
- Tugina's Mr. Big, hey?
Hey (chuckles).
- It's all right.
I light you another one after.
(lips smacking)
- Hey, come on, Muzz, come on.
Just...
- Gonna play hard to get, are we?
- (laughs) No.
Come on, Muzz, come on, don't.
Look. - What's your problem?
- I like you, okay.
I just don't wanna end up with my ankles
in the ashtray on the first date.
Come for a walk.
Come on.
Come for a walk.
(car door thudding) Talk and smoke
and get to know each other better.
Come on, Muzza.
(Frankie chuckling)
Ah.
Come on, Muzza.
Come and play.
(imitating gun firing)
(engine roaring) Whoa.
(worrisome music)
Wee.
(engine roaring) (tyres screeching)
Shit.
Shit, Frankie.
(engine humming)
(brakes squeaking)
(engine humming) (car door thudding)
- Lovers tiff?
- You could say that.
- So that was you in Muzza's car?
Man, that's a dangerous place to be.
I'm Michael you're Frankie, right?
- Oh, I don't believe this place.
- Well, Steve's a buddy.
- Oh, cute.
Mr. Not-in-my-backyard's mate is the local dope dealer.
(Michael laughing)
You don't live that close to the beach.
- Well, solitude it's good for the soul.
- How long have you got left on your visa?
- Visa?
Well, let's just say if they bother to come looking for it,
I may have a problem.
- Hmm-uh.
- So, Frankie, this is a vacation for you or what?
- Oh, dunno, really.
It's up in the air.
- Oh yeah?
No job to go back to?
- I got a job.
Robbo's co-op. - Hey.
Career move, huh?
- Yeah (laughs).
So, Michael, it's pretty good dope.
- Yeah, thanks.
- There's quicker ways to get rich though.
- Oh yeah, like what?
- Powder?
Just making smalltalk.
(engines humming)
Thanks.
(car door thudding)
You feel like a beer?
- Not on a first date.
(car door thudding)
(engine humming)
(worrisome music)
- Steve.
Hope they're running tonight.
(anxious music)
(motor roaring)
- Gonna be a long night, mate,
why don't you get some rest, hey?
- You never know I'm getting it.
- Right.
- Well, you never know, hey?
Why do we do it?
- Well, not for the money, mate.
(anxious music)
(radio chatter)
(switches clicking)
(water splashing)
(Steve groaning)
- [DJ] Okay, Uncle Marty needs a pit stop.
Cop this.
(upbeat music)
- Hi, guys.
What a beautiful day for offling.
What's this.
- Your wages.
You're finishing up.
- What have I done?
- You asked too many questions.
- That's crap.
I mean, since when's that a crime?
- You're not the first girl Muzza's dumped on me, love.
And you won't be the last.
Don't hang around, hey?
- Ooh, look at that.
Hey, you gorgeous girl.
So why'd she sack you?
- I guess I'm not a local.
Well, you know you guys in this town really stick together.
It's Weird.
- Well, I like it.
(door thudding)
Guess what, your daddy's home?
Hmm?
(Natalie babbling)
Hello, Daddy, you're late.
Well?
- Well, what?
- What do you reckon?
- Wipe out.
- [Karin] Steve.
You look awful, go to bed.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm stuffed.
(door knocking)
- Hey, here's my wages.
I said I'd pitch in.
- Guess you'll be moving on then?
- [Steve] Gotta sort something out.
Back in half an hour.
(door thudding)
- [Karin] Daddy.
Tonight will be better, you'll see.
- Can't I stay for a bit?
You're all I've got.
(telephone ringing)
Damn it.
- I'll get it. (Natalie crying)
Hello?
No, it's not, I'll get her for you.
(Natalie crying)
(downhearted music)
Mum, it's me.
It's Francesca.
Mum?
I'll get Karin for you.
It's for you.
(door thudding)
(sorrowful music)
(water splashing)
(telephone ringing)
- Four, four, eight, nine.
- It's cold here.
- Well, stay wrapped up.
We don't want you going down with anything.
- Except the prime suspect.
It's an old joke, Devlin.
- Yeah well, I can never remember the new ones.
What's happening.
- I lost the job at the co-op.
It's probably just as well, it wouldn't have
left me much time to chase up anything else.
- Is your cover secure?
- Yep.
I just dinged Muzza's ego and he hit back.
- How's the family?
- Terrific.
- You need anything?
- How about a life?
Someone else's.
Hey, it's a joke, Devious.
- Stay warm, Frankie.
- Yeah.
Talk to you soon.
(telephone receiver clicking)
- Oh no.
I just thought he might've dropped by, that's all.
(door clicking)
Hmm-uh.
Well, if you see him, will you get him to give me a ring?
(telephone receiver clicking)
You didn't see Steve on your travels, did you?
- No.
Karin.
You don't own the house, you don't own the boat,
why don't you just pack up and go?
- Not while we owe Robbo.
- Oh, just walk away.
What can she do?
- Maybe you would but Steve wouldn't.
I'm not gonna ask him to. - Why won't you listen?
(worrisome music)
- It doesn't make any sense.
I mean, where would he go?
Why would he go?
- I don't suppose there's any chance
that he might be having an affair?
I'm your sister, I'm only asking you because I care.
- You only care about yourself, Frankie.
the trouble with you is- - Will you just stop it.
Actually, whatever it is you wanna say, just say it.
Come on, spit it out.
- Okay.
I'm 14 years old.
I'm the only one in the house
that knows my big sister's hooked on heroin.
I mean, lately, I don't even know her anymore.
I watch her steal from Mum and Dad.
- I was an addict.
- And I'm lying for her.
I'm covering up for it.
Do you remember that silver locket
you gave me for my birthday?
I didn't care about any of the other stuff
but you gave that to me.
And then you stole it from me and you hocked it
and you shoved it up your arm (sobs).
- Did I do that?
- Oh, it gets better.
I finally tell Mum and Dad
because my sister's getting sicker
and I'm scared that that shit's gonna kill her.
But they don't listen.
They don't help.
Instead, they throw her out
and six weeks later my dad drops dead.
(Karin sobbing)
- He was my dad too.
- You totally screwed my life.
So I'm not gonna give you another chance.
And I'd rather not have a sister.
(downhearted music)
- I'm sorry, Karin.
I'm so sorry.
(Karin crying)
(door knocking)
- Your sister in, Miss. Smith?
(motor rumbling)
(anxious music)
(police radio chatter)
- Okay, I'm gonna take the button now, all right?
And scream if you need anything.
- Thank you.
Karin.
If there's anything I can do? - Oh, Michael.
- [Michael] Hey, Cheryl.
- Listen, I don't think she really wants
to talk to anyone just now, so-
- [Karin] Michael?
(Karin sobbing)
(anxious music)
(door tapping)
- Did you get some sleep?
- I just want someone to explain to me
how this could've happened.
He was always so careful.
- Karin.
Steve was murdered.
- I don't believe you.
(downhearted music)
Why would anyone wanna kill my Steve?
- I don't know.
You tell me.
- I don't know.
- How much do you owe Robbo?
Three grand, four?
- Six.
- So you're up to your necks in debt.
How are you thinking you might pay it off?
- I told you- - Not prawning.
How?
- Why you doing this to me?
- Tomorrow Homicide's gonna be asking you
the same kind of questions.
Questions like every time the boats go out
they lose money, but Robbo keeps handing out the wages.
Now what kind of bullshit's that?
They're not just bringing back prawns, are they, Karin?
They're bringing in drugs.
- Steve wasn't involved.
- But he knew?
And so did you?
- No, I don't know anything.
- The whole town knows.
- There's some things you don't talk about.
- Steve was involved, Kaz.
- No, he promised me.
- Why else do you think he was killed, for god's sake?
- I'm going next door.
And when I come back in the morning, I want you gone.
- Kaz, don't go.
I can't help you if you-
- Everything was fine until you came.
- Please.
- Get out.
Just get out.
(Karin sobbing)
(door thudding)
(worrisome music)
- Shit.
You bastard, Devlin.
You bastard, bastard. (telephone receiver thudding)
Bastard. (glass shattering)
What do you want?
- Well, the phone's broken.
- I noticed.
- Maybe, I could let you use the one down the station.
- Why would you wanna do that?
- Ooh, I don't know.
Call it, extending a hand to a fellow cop.
- Ex-cop.
- (chuckles) Yeah, that's right, I forgot.
Ex-cop.
So why'd you resign or didn't you have any choice?
(Frankie chuckling)
- Been doing a little bit of research, have ya?
- What are you doing here, Frankie Smith?
(anxious music)
(seagulls squawking)
(brakes squeaking)
- [Frankie] Put a blue light on your head, why don't ya?
- Fooled the lady at the cake shop?
- What the hell are you doing here anyway?
- I run you, not the other way around, remember?
- You knew Steve was in on it, didn't you?
- He was running a boat for Robbo.
It was odds on.
Frankie, he made his choices.
- I want my sister and her kid pulled out of here today.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Meaning?
- It could compromise this whole operation.
- Screw the bloody operation.
You put me in here 'cause you wanted to use my family.
Well, you've used them all right.
Now you owe them.
- You could've always have said no.
- Well so could you, Devlin.
I mean, whose side were you on?
Not mine, that's for sure.
- Well, we do the job the best way we can.
I call it as I see it.
- My sister does not work for the drug squad.
- Pull yourself together, Frankie.
You've got company.
Federal Police.
- Feds?
Oh, great.
Just this operation has been one bloody stuff up
from start to finish.
- Any ideas?
- No.
You son of a bitch. (foot thudding)
Get out here. (door thudding)
You cheap, sleazy, low-life bloody Fed.
- Let me guess?
UC, state drug squad, sergeant second class?
- Constable, I was a late starter.
You?
- Federal Drug Squad.
Sergeant second class.
- I knew it.
- Crap.
- Right from the start.
Surfy dope-peddler straight outta central casting.
- Oh, like bad girl from outta town?
Personally, I thought you were a little over the top.
And picking up Muzza Robertson.
Frankie, even girls draw the line somewhere.
- Really?
- How long you got left on your visa?
Please.
- I was good, you hesitated.
- So we've got a problem.
You're compromising my operation.
- [Frankie] Your operation?
- We're talking major importation here
which is federal jurisdiction
which I think you already know.
- We want the middle man, the guy who will give us
the prick bankrolling the deal this end.
Possession, our turf. (hand thudding)
- And what are you?
Third time lucky.
We don't trust you guys.
- Well, you're gonna have to trust me
'cause I need a new cover and you're it.
I hope your cooking's good.
My sister throws me out, I hook up
with a low-life like you.
It's obviously a dope for sex deal.
Yeah, it'll hold.
- And if I say no, you're not the kind of girl
to hold a grudge, right?
- I am, Michael, yes.
- Listen, sweetheart.
You blow my cover you blow your career.
- Like I give a shit.
What exactly is your connection with my brother-in-law?
- Steve and Karin were cover for me
just like they were for you.
We hung out.
Okay, I don't cramp your style and you don't cramp mine
and we pool all intelligence.
- Deal.
(crickets chirping)
- So what's your controller gonna say
when he finds out you're here.
- It's none of your business.
But let's just say he gives me a lot of latitude.
- Interesting.
- How about yours?
- I'm on your side.
None of your business.
(engine humming)
(Frankie chuckling)
(door knocking)
Who is it?
- [Leonie] It's Leonie.
- Hey, beautiful.
- Hey, Mikey.
I'm lonely, where have you been?
- Oh, you know around.
- I missed you.
- Yeah, I missed you too.
- Can I stay?
(door clicking)
- Hi.
- You told me you love me.
- And I do love you.
- Well then, who's she?
- Leonie, this is my cousin, Grace.
Grace, this is Leonie.
- [Frankie] Hi.
- Oh yeah?
- I swear.
- Really?
- Come on.
- [Leonie] So did you hear about the guy
that washed up on the beach?
(engine humming)
- My, aren't we a little root rat.
- The table turns into a bed.
- (chuckles) Yeah?
- [Michael] If that's how you want it.
- Grace?
- Yeah, I had a cat called Grace.
(car door thudding)
I'm going into town.
See if there are any ripples yet.
- Well I'll be right with you.
- I don't think so.
(car door thudding)
(engine humming)
Hey, Frankie, while I'm away why don't you see
if you can clean the place up?
- Okay, Michael.
(anxious music)
- [DJ] We're all in this together.
Everyone wants development, but hey, we lose it.
And we'd like just a little bit of a say sometimes.
Wouldn't we, listeners.
Come on, call Uncle Marty, I wanna know what you think.
- [Listener] I reckon the council oughta slow down.
Honest Council is what we want.
- Good on ya, Donno, we can't help but...
How many councillors does take to change a light bulb?
And we're sticking it to our local councillors.
Ow, naughty, Marty.
- [Kevin] Bullshit, man.
- [Bergie] Why would someone I wanna do that to Stevie?
- I don't wanna know. - Neither do I.
(patrons quietly chattering)
- Can I have a word?
Steve say anything to you?
- No, why?
No.
- Did you see him yesterday?
- Huh-uh.
- Mate, rumour is the dickhead helped himself
to someone else's drugs.
- The guy was straight.
He didn't even smoke dope.
- I'm just telling you what I heard.
There's cops everywhere.
Get your head together.
- Jesus.
Are you saying he was killed
by some sort of syndicate or something?
- What do you reckon?
- Well, did they get it back?
- What are you asking me for?
- Just asking.
- You were his mate.
I'd be worried.
(engine humming)
- Haven't you been a good girl.
Did you find anything interesting?
- No.
- Pity.
I lost my nail clippers.
- What did you get?
- Oh, a lot of nervous people in town.
I talked to your ex-boyfriend.
- He missed me?
- The rumour is Steve skimmed off a share
from the drop the other night.
- I was told the next one wasn't for two weeks.
- Why, we are behind the times.
That's why we don't trust you.
- Steve did the pickup, skims some off the top,
Robbo passed the rest onto the mystery man
the minute it landed.
How else could he have got onto it so fast?
You know, only he knows what's coming in.
Which means our mystery man is somewhere close by.
But did he get back the gear from Steve?
- Okay, suspects?
- How about you?
Who's on your list?
What, nothing?
You've got zip after three months?
- You're starting to piss me off, you know.
- The boys in the bat cave must be really pleased with you.
- Well, I didn't have a sister to use, did I?
Look, it's been slow, okay?
Robbo and her boys are amateurs.
They're too dumb to be told anything.
Too big of a risk.
The guy they delivered to stays at arm's length
and I doubt they even know what he looks like.
- But now suddenly things are starting
to look up, aren't they?
'Cause little Stevie came along so conveniently
and stirred the nest up for you.
Did you set him up, Michael?
You did, didn't you?
You son of a bitch. - Listen.
Last link in the chain for me, okay.
- You offered to unload the stuff for him, didn't you?
- Proof the stuff had landed.
If Steve hadn't have got himself killed,
I would've been outta here.
- So where is it?
- You would've done the same thing.
- Where is it?
- Your guess is as good as mine.
- You son of a bitch.
(door thudding)
- Frankie?
Steve was tortured to death.
(worrisome music)
(anxious music)
(door creaking)
- Karin?
Karin?
- Out of my way.
Go, go, go. (energetic music)
- Just let me get this straight.
And you say your sister's disappeared?
- No, I didn't say that.
I said that someone has turned her place over
and she is missing.
- Well, did you see anyone in the vicinity?
- No.
- You sure of that?
- No, it means no, all right. (hand slapping)
Look, I'm just trying to find my sister.
(telephone ringing)
- Your family's becoming a bit more trouble than it's worth.
Your sister's in the next room
giving a statement to the Homicide Squad
in relation to her husband's death.
- You prick.
(engine humming)
- Okay, ladies, won't be long.
(car door thudding)
- You've gotta let me help you.
- How bad's the house?
- It's bad.
You've gotta get away from here.
- Okay, but Steve's here.
- Steve is dead.
He wasn't just killed, he was tortured.
Now he brought in heroin the other night,
but he didn't pass it all on like he was supposed to
he kept some of it.
We're talking big bucks here, Karin.
That's why he was tortured.
Looks like he died without telling anyone where it was
and now they're looking for it.
- How do you know all this?
- Just needn't bother.
Think of it, local cops are gonna help you out
on this either because they're on the payroll too.
We're talking major heroin importers here, Karin.
They will stop at nothing to get their stuff back.
Until they do, you're on the hit list.
Wait.
- No. - Come back here.
(Karin sobbing) Karin.
So how close are the D's to finding a killer?
- Still tripping over their dicks.
- Well, that's not good enough.
- Whole town's closed up.
No one's seen or heard or knows a bloody thing.
- Then why don't we pull Robbo and the trawlies
and sweat something out of them?
- While the one we're after cuts losses in leaves town?
Can't do it, Frankie.
- What about my sister?
Her place was trashed.
- Yeah, I know.
I'm working on it.
- You're using her as bait.
You bastard.
- [Devlin] Time to abort, Frankie.
- No.
- Discuss it back at the base.
- I'll do it on my own.
- Don't do this, Frankie.
(anxious music)
Where can I find ya?
- I'm not your problem anymore.
(bicycle rattling)
(anxious music)
(door thudding)
- Anyone would think you didn't trust me?
- I don't.
They demolished my sister's place too.
- Is she all right?
- For now.
(gentle music) (Michael humming)
(fire crackling)
(fires sizzling)
(gentle music)
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- You sure?
- Sure.
- My bed's a lot more comfortable.
- [Listener] We tried everything, you know.
- [Michael] Yeah, it's onto me.
- [DJ] I know exactly what you mean.
Personally, I hate it when people lie...
- I'll talk to you later.
- [DJ] Things that don't belong to them.
I mean, they just take...
- That man is such a jerk.
- Hey, you get used to him after three months.
I'm gonna miss him.
So now it's over to Stevie.
I can't wait to see who turns up to his funeral
to say goodbye.
(Frankie sighing)
What?
Oh, come on, I genuinely liked the guy, okay.
I'd like to see his killer doing life.
But now things are gonna start to move.
People are gonna make mistakes.
This is what we've been waiting for.
Let's not forget why we're here, Frankie.
- Oh, stick it, Michael.
- Hey, they're ripping the town apart.
Do you know what that means?
- They still haven't found the smack
and our man's still in town applying the screws.
- So the question is, do we play the waiting game
or do we stir the pot?
- Oh, we stir the pot.
- How long you been doing this?
- Not long enough.
- (chuckles) Adrenaline junkie.
- I prefer addictive personality.
(door creaking)
- What do you want?
(anxious music)
- Steve told me some very interesting things before he died.
- This is private property, get out.
- He told me about your little heroin sideline.
How you get your boys to pick it up and bring it to shore.
Why Steve?
Why'd you have to suck him into it?
- Look, you don't understand.
- He had a wife, a child.
- I'd never do anything to harm Karin.
- Is that why you to a place apart?
Okay.
So Steve did the pickup and ripped you off
but I'm telling you- - What did you say?
- I'm telling you that my sister knows nothing
about your missing smack so you can call your boys off.
They want them to talk to someone,
you get them to talk to me.
- Look, you've gotta believe me,
I don't know anything about that-
- Shut up.
You stupid old hag. (door thudding)
- Murray. - Get out.
Keep your mouth shut.
(anxious music)
You little slut.
Now, unless you want the same thing
to happen to your sister and her kid
that happened to Steve, you keep outta my face.
I can get to anyone.
Anyone.
Anytime.
Understand?
Good. (Frankie groaning)
(Frankie coughing)
- [Barman] G'day, Frankie.
- I wanna talk to you outside.
(patrons quietly chattering)
- What's with you?
- We have a deal.
Bullshit, you're a liar.
Muzza's running the career centre.
Robbo's just a front.
And you knew it. - Frankie.
Frankie. - Don't Frankie me.
Admit it.
- You wanna blow this for both of us?
- Admit it.
- I didn't know if I could trust you, remember.
(hand slapping) (onlookers gasping)
- Frankie, you don't understand.
(Michael thudding)
- From here on and I'm sticking to you like glue.
- Great.
You coming in?
Hey, Frankie, I won't lie to you again.
You can trust me, I promise.
- Is that what you said to Steve?
(anxious music)
(water splashing)
(water sploshing)
- What happened to you?
- We've got a drainage problem.
- And?
- Well, you're the landlord.
- Friends, it's a sad, sad day
that has come upon us with the tragic death
of our young friend, Steve Jameson.
(Natalie crying) Here he was full of promise,
such a loving husband and father
and our hearts go out to you, Karin,
and to little Natalie and your family.
He was such a good man and a hard worker.
Wanting only to provide for his family and home
and now he's gone.
What can we do except hold out our hands
to the God and the Father of all and ask Him for mercy.
Ask Him to heal and help in our grief and loss.
He alone knows all and can save us in the day of trouble.
He alone can restore justice and peace.
(downhearted music)
- I know how you're feeling.
- You don't know shit about me.
- I know you're shacked up with the Fed.
It's a hanging offence.
- So is betraying your family.
Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.
After this, I'm finished with undercover.
- Is it worth breaking all the rules
just to get even with me?
We've known each other a long time, Frankie.
We can still salvage this.
- Can we?
(patrons chattering)
Muzza Robertson.
You know who this is?
You can tell your pal that I'm the one
who's got what he's looking for.
You can tell him to meet me tonight.
9:00 PM alone and at the wharf.
Got that?
Good.
What time will you be back?
- Late.
What are you gonna do?
- I'm not sure.
I may as well wash my hair.
(door thudding)
(engine humming)
(anxious music)
(door thudding)
(engine humming)
(door thudding)
I said the wharf. - Shut up.
Where's my stuff?
- And I want the organ grinder, not the monkey.
- And Uncle Marty wants what belongs to him.
- It's not here.
- Where is it?
- Which one of you guys killed Steve?
- I'm not a violent man, Miss. Smith.
(shotgun cocking)
- Stuff me around and you'll end up the same way.
- Shut up, Murray.
I've got a lot riding on this stuff.
Now where is it?
- It's outside in the bush.
- Let's go.
(anxious music)
- It's over there.
- How much further?
- I'm just getting my bearings.
- She's playing with us.
- She's not that stupid.
- Get that thing off me.
- Federal Police, drop your weapons now.
(gun booming)
(shotgun booming)
- Get up.
All right, get where I can see you now.
- Muzza. - Shut up.
- He's a Fed, Muzza. - Shut up.
- He'll have mates.
Give yourself up. - Shut up.
(shotgun booming) (Michael groaning)
Go. - Muzza.
Muzza, don't. - Shut up.
Get down. (Frankie groaning)
(Michael groaning)
A Federal cop, hey? (Michael groaning)
(shotgun cocking)
- [Frankie] Muzza, no.
- Who would've thought?
(Michael groaning)
(shotgun booming)
(anxious music) (shotgun cocking)
Move.
Where is it? - It's here.
- Dig.
On your knees.
Start digging.
Dig.
(gun booming)
(Muzza groaning)
(Michael gasping)
- You've gotta live, you bastard.
Bastard, you bastard.
(Muzza gasping)
Live, you bastard.
I came to say goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Where are you going?
- Away from here.
- Kaz, please.
- There's nothing to say, Frankie.
- It was Muzz who killed Steve.
Muzza killed Michael too.
- Who are you, Frankie?
(sombre music)
(door thudding)
- Garn is having a meltdown.
Press is banging for blood.
Even the ministers got involved.
- I did the job, what more do you want?
- Did you, Frankie?
Middleman's dead, whole operation's down the toilet.
You held out on me, Frankie.
You locked me out every step of the way.
- I did what I had to do.
The UC makes the call.
- No, a good UC keeps the controller posted.
A rogue cop is no bloody good to anyone.
Least of all themselves.
You blew it.
- You still got Muzza.
- Muzza didn't make it.
Hard to give evidence from a morgue.
Meanwhile, the one we really want is laughing.
We can't touch him.
Now what we've got is a bunch of trawlies
who do small change time and a dead Federal Cop.
- His name was Michael.
- I want your resignation.
I can't trust you anymore.
- And I'm supposed to trust you?
You sent me in with family.
- I did what I thought was best under the circumstances.
- Oh, what about what I thought?
- I did it for you.
- Oh, you can't help it, can you?
You've always gotta play god.
Don't take this away from me.
- Don't you walk out on me.
- It's what you want, isn't it?
- No, it is not what I want.
It's up to you.
- No, it's up to you.
- This won't be easy, Frankie.
- We can do this.
- Can we?
(uplifting classical music)