"GEORGE:" "Oh, yeah, young Trevor here owes me 1,500 bucks, yeah?" "I'm not looking for it tomorrow, but I'm not forgetting it either." "Well, I'm Mick Hurley's girlfriend." "Have you seen Freeman?" "I trust him to look after my girl." "He goes and FUCKS HER!" "What's this young girl to you, Jo?" "She's my fucking step-daughter!" "I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard!" "You're gonna have to pay me or kill me, Trevor." "(SILENCED GUNSHOT)" "FUCK OFF!" "(SCREAMS) Hiding anything in there, are we?" "(WHIMPERS)" "JACK:" "Look, Kay, if you talk to us now, we won't come after you." "I didn't say anything." "TERRY:" "Take him away from me, I'll kill you." "Until you can feel somebody else's pain, you can't love anybody." "ALLISON:" "Terry knows no-one said anything?" "Yep, but you and I'll have to go over there, sort out a few things face to face." "SONG: ♪ It's a jungle out there" "♪ It's a jungle out there" "♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪" "(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)" "(KNOCK AT DOOR)" "BOB:" "You alright in there, love?" "Yeah." "Just powdering my nose." "JACQUl:" "There are moments when the world is a very small place." "Moments of tension, doubt, uncertainty." "But our angels are always closer than we think." "She won't be long." "How's she been?" "(BREATHING SETTLES)" "(SOBS)" "Something's gotta be done, Terry." "Supply is erratic and then your mate Marty, Mr bloody Asia, the junk that he's sending us is about as potent as kiddies' wee." "I'll talk to him." "My consortium are thinking it's time we dealt with the supplier direct." "Cut out the middle man." "Got Marty's number, have you, Bob?" "Or you know someone else with a direct line to the growers in the Golden Triangle?" "(SNORTS)" "I'll talk to him." "He's in Thailand now, sourcing a big load." "Some of it's coming here, but I'll make sure you get the cream." "OK?" "(DOOR SHUTS)" "Everything sorted?" "You tell me." "Well, with the changes in the Narcotics Bureau," "Bob and I are wondering if we should get Brian Alexander to liaise directly with the NSW police from now on." "(DOOR SHUTS)" "(WOMAN SPEAKS)" "Kensington Gardens is so lovely." "And these are so House of York I couldn't resist them." "Hi, I'm Karen." "Hey." "Bob Jones." "Nice to meet you, Karen." "Nice to meet you, Bob." "And we've met, haven't we?" "Allison." "TERRY:" "They're over from Australia." "On business." "KAREN:" "Right." "I'd better get these into water." "I'll do it." "I'll do it." "Didn't you wanna go shopping?" "Did I?" "I think so." "Did I?" "Nice to meet you, Bob." "Allison." "Pay the cops direct." "They're all bent as bananas." "Well, we need more couriers." "Well, if they're on to using single girls, use couples." "Though Aussie retail's not really my territory anymore, is it?" "We're all in this together, Tel." "Indeed we are." "Aren't we, Allison?" "(SNIFFS) Ally." "I heard the narcs went really hard on you and Kay." "I didn't tell them anything." "Oh, I know you didn't." "I know you didn't." "But Kay." "She didn't say..." "She told them she knew me!" "There's no call to shout, mate." "Brian Alexander saw the record of the interview." "Black and white - "Yes, I know Terry Clark."" "Just knowing you is nothing." "I know how these pricks work, mate." "They'll reinterview her." "They'll chip away at her." "Next time it'll be, "Yes, I worked for him."" "Then they apply more pressure, the floodgates open and she drowns me, you, all of us in shit!" "ALLISON:" "She won't." "Kay's not like that." "Is she still at the house?" "She moved out." "Where to?" "She's gone travelling." "Where to?" "I don't know her address." "You're her best friend and you don't have her address." "Ally, I don't want to hurt her." "I'm worried about her." "I can put her somewhere safe where the narcs can't hassle her." "Oh, God." "(KISSES) I'm sorry." "It's terrible, you girls being treated like that." "I wanna look after Kay." "I wanna look after you." "Are you sure you don't know where I can find her?" "I need to go toilet." "(HYPERVENTILATES)" "(PANTS)" "BOB:" "It must be the time of the month." "So, you think we need to little Kay?" "Yes." "But she's not our biggest threat." "Who beside you and me knows most about the organisation?" "Marty." "(SCOFFS) Marty doesn't know shit." "Allison?" "She's this close to cracking on us, mate." "I can feel it." "She's taken more risks for us than you've had hot roots." "You said yourself, she couldn't get out of bed, couldn't leave the house, couldn't make decisions." "Well, she's been through a rough patch, but she's pulling together." "Next time the narcs get a hold of her, she won't pull together." "Well, I'm not organising this one." "You have to, mate." "(MEN SPEAK IN THE OTHER ROOM)" "(PICKS UP PHONE)" "(PHONE RINGS)" "Hello?" "Kay, it's me." "Jeez, Ally, have you forgotten about the time difference?" "Kay, listen to me." "You have got to get out of there." "Why?" "Are the narcs after me?" "Not the narcs." "Terry." "I've got a daughter her age!" "And let me tell you - however many you organise, it never gets natural." "You owe me this." "Bulls poop I do!" "I have a son in New Zealand and I can never go back there!" "Or Australia!" "Because you fucked up the Wilsons, Bob." "You promised me they would never be found and three weeks later - three weeks later!" " they are dug up in a grave so shallow" "I'm surprised you didn't smell them in Sydney." "(SIGHS)" "All I'm asking you to do is keep looking out for us." "Sorry about that." "So, where were we?" "Kay." "Yeah." "Right, if I get her address, I'll pass it on to you." "So is there more we need to discuss?" "Don't think so." "Bob?" "I'm glad you two came over." "It's important to be on the same page." "Absolutely." "Do you wanna go sightseeing?" "Shopping?" "I don't know." "BOB:" "I'll ring the airport and see if I can get us an earlier flight out of this shithole." "It's goodbye, then." "See you, Dad." "Yep." "See you, son." "Goodbye to you too, Allison." "(PROJECTOR WHIRRS)" "Terry?" "Have they gone?" "I bought enough veal if you wanna invite them to dinner." "You know earlier when you made it clear that you didn't want me around?" "I took the hint because I didn't wanna embarrass you in front of those people." "But if you think you can treat me like I'm not here, like another stupid little Kiwi slut..." "It's his birthday." "(SOBS)" "(SOBS)" "I love you." "Fuck me!" "George Freeman's been shot in the head!" "In his own driveway." "Oh, no-one's safe in this world anymore." "Delighted to see you're recovering so well, Mr Freeman." "Um..." "look, I didn't mean any of the things I said, um, I'm really grateful that you looked after Nat so well." "Um, and these are a token of my esteem." "Very generous, Michael." "Now fuck off." "Three jacks." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Don't worry about the phone." "Just be some other dickhead ringing up to give me his alibi." "BARRY:" "More visitors, Mr Freeman." "Was that Mick Hurley I saw whizzing past like a cat on fire?" "G'day, Lenny." "Dennis." "How's the patient?" "GEORGE:" "Alive." "No thanks to you pricks." "Rustle up some glasses, will you, Trev?" "Give us all the gory details." "Bullet went in here, through my mouth, out through my eye." "Half-inch higher, it would've blown a hole in my brain." "You're a lucky bugger." "Quack's orders." "No, it's purely medicinal, I promise." "And I promise you, mate, we're gonna get the motherfucker who did this." "Looked in your own squad rooms?" "Wasn't State coppers, George." "None of my blokes." "You got my word." "Your good health, then." "And yours." "Good health." "So, did you get a look at the shooter, Mr Freeman?" "Too dark, and he was wearing a balaclava." "You got any enemies?" "None that are prepared to say it to my face, son." "Well, your visitor just now, his name's been mentioned." "It's not Michael Hurley." "No man likes another man slipping his lady a lance, mate." "Oh, fuck me." "A note from the Queen?" "Compliments of Commissioner Merv Wood." "Best wishes for a speedy recovery." "That's nice of the man." "He sent something else too." "Commissioner wants to know if anyone here's been a bad boy." "Anybody got a truncheon tucked away?" "I got nothing to hide, love." "SONG: ♪ Barbarella, I got news for you... ♪" "(LAUGHS) Oh!" "♪ I know all about the things you do... ♪" "FREEMAN:" "Watch the wound, love." "Someone shoot me in the head." "BOB:" "I'll come down soon." "Kisses for all." "'Bye." "You gotta tell her about us, Bobby." "Before she finds out." "Oh, you look tired." "Did you get your business in London sorted?" "Oh, a few loose ends." "I could murder a glass of plonk." "I got some osso buco too." "Temptress." "(CHUCKLES) Mmm." "Er, not bad." "How's your lot?" "(CHUCKLES) Doesn't time fly." "Yeah, yeah, I do need another one." "Yes, I do know what I'm doing." "Look, you just make sure whoever you find knows what he's fucking doing, will you?" "(SIGHS)" "Honey, I've got fistfuls of cash and bags full of coke, if we both went back to my place..." "Hey, Aussie Bob!" "Let me buy you a drink, mate." "What's wrong?" "Bob." "This is the bloke I was telling you about." "Chris Flannery, Aussie Bob." "Frankie tells me you're a shooter." "Yeah, I'm only the best fucking shooter to come out of Victoria since Ned Kelly." "How many you done?" "What's the job?" "You get her from home, you do the deed." "And make sure she's never and I mean NEVER, as in NOT EVER, found." "20 grand. 5 grand deposit." "I want it done nice and clean." "Of course." "I don't want her to know what's coming." "I don't want her to suffer." "Fuck, mate, you want the job done or not?" "It's just she's a special case." "Me mum says everyone's special, Bob." "(BRIGHT ASIAN POP MUSIC)" "JACQUl:" "There are moments when our survival instinct takes over our senses." "Some of us go into lockdown, trying to make ourselves as small a target as possible." "While others try to clean up the mess they've made and only make it worse." "And we never know which strategy is right for which moment." "(DOORBELL RINGS)" "Oh, good morning, miss." "How are you?" "I've got your aspid... itra here." "She's a beauty, isn't she?" "I didn't order a fern." "Oh, this is 67 Winslow, isn't it?" "No." "Oh." "You couldn't show me the right way, could you?" "I've been up and down this street so many times." "I can't see anything." "It's all these trees, you know?" "It's, um, second or third left as you go towards the harbour." "The harbour." "Oh, is the harbour..." "Which way is that?" "It's just down there." "Oh, yeah." "I can see the water now." "(OMINOUS MUSIC)" "Allison!" "Thanks for your help, miss." "JACK:" "You're an early riser." "Who's this?" "Your gardener?" "In you go, boys." "('READY TO ROLL (GAME ON)' BY PHILADELPHIA GRAND JURY)" "SONG: ♪ Yo!" "♪ I just want you to know" "♪ That I" "♪ Know I got to get my game on... ♪" "There's nothing here!" "♪ I'm not like some other brothers" "♪ But I'm ready to roll!" "♪" "Found something, Jack." "♪ Yeah, we're on the right track... ♪" "(TUTS)" "Allison Raewyn Dine." "That is not mine!" "It was in the fur coat." "(CHUCKLES)" "Some mornings it's just not worth getting out of bed." "♪ Yo!" "I just want you to know. ♪" "TERRY:" "What's this I hear about Marty's latest consignment being cut to shite?" "He got ripped off in Thailand." "The slimy Chink fuckers drove him to the pick-up point in the jungle, they took his money, they pulled guns on him and then they fucked off." "It took him till four the next morning to walk back to Bangkok." "And all he had left was a little one k sample." "He feels really bad about it, Tel." "He does." "70% of what he sent over was sugar." "Sugar." "70%." "He's totally fucked my reputation." "No-one's gonna buy off me when the quality product I promised them is Marty Johnstone's fucking pube shavings." "I told him that." "Terry, I told him not to go to Thailand." "But he's fucked off all our regular suppliers." "He's burnt all his bridges." "You know what Marty's like." "You could do a better job than him." "Well, I don't know about that." "I do know I've got a couple of ideas, how we might help run things a bit smoother." "Well, I'd like to hear them." "Let's go to the boardroom, eh?" "Oh." "(VOICE ECHOES) You're saying it's the... er, it's the presses." "Yeah, well, I think with, like, a second press..." "Andy fucking Maher." "And then with a second press, we can double our output." "Sounds great, mate." "I can see you running the Singapore end." "Aye." "Thank you very much." "You could be Mr Asia." "(LAUGHS) I don't know what our Marty would say about that." "(BOTH LAUGH)" "Yeah... well, you'd have to kill him, of course." "(BOTH LAUGH)" "Yeah, right." "(BOTH LAUGH)" "This is business, Andy." "We have to restore confidence in our product." "And our management." "Terry." "He's my best friend." "He's your friend." "Yeah, I can't kill a mate." "He's your friend." "Friends look out for each other." "Friends don't crap on each other." "Marty craps on you." "He craps on me." "And he looks out for himself, no-one else." "But we've known each other for years." "What's he done for you in that time?" "Has he once rung me and said," ""See what you can do for Andy." "He's a good bloke"?" "Andy, I'm offering you a chance to be my major broker in Asia." "Yes or no?" "He's on his way here on a plane right now, OK?" "I need to talk to him, see if we can sort something out, OK?" "Sure." "(SNIFFS) You do whatever you think's best." "(DOOR OPENS)" "Bob, if you're gonna hang around like a bad smell, make yourself useful." "Is this her, is it, Dad?" "Oh, hello, love." "Nice to meet you, homewrecker." "How long did you think you were gonna get away with this?" "Does Mum know you're here?" "Mum knows everything." "Jesus, how could you do this to her, Dad?" "Making nooky with this little jumped-up waitress skank." "Oh, how dare you!" "Best leave this to me, OK?" "I will dare what I want, you gold-digging bitch!" "Oh, classy." "No wonder he can't wait to get away from you!" "Oh!" "Hey, hey, hey!" "That's enough!" "That's..." "Get off!" "That's enough!" "(FLASH AND THE PAN'S 'DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN' PLAYS)" "MAN:" "Other side, please." "SONG: ♪ It was night" "♪ A starry moonless sight" "♪ Out in the mid-Atlantic" "♪ There sailed a ship of light" "♪ And she sailed" "♪ Through the night" "♪ On her way" "♪ Down among the dead men" "♪ Down among the dead men" "♪ The band played... ♪" "TERRY:" "Terrence James Sinclair felt the weight of his past slipping away." "He was one of the leading watercolourists of his time." "What are you doing?" "I have to go out." "Why did you ask me to come here?" "What?" "Why did you ask me to move from New Zealand?" "Was it for the sex?" "I thought you wanted to be here." "I do wanna be here." "I'm asking why you want me here." "We're gonna start a new life together." "I've said this before." "You said all sorts of things, Terry." "You've never said that you loved me." "I won't be late." "(ARCHAEOPTERIX'S 'NO MORE LIVIN' WITHOUT LOVIN')" "SONG: ♪ You're here in my arms where you belong... ♪" "Terry Clark, mon ami!" "I'm out." "♪ I know we're going strong" "♪ No more... ♪" "I swear the hosties are more rootable in first class." "(BOTH CHUCKLE)" "Thank you, Andy." "I hear you've been the Great White Hunter in the jungle." "What can I say, Terry?" "You know me." "Always a risk-taker." "Remember when we first met?" "Intercontinental Hotel, Auckland city." "August, '74." "You waltzed in in your three-piece suit, flower in your buttonhole, doffing your hat." "(LAUGHS QUIETLY)" "Yeah." "Mr Asia." "Sometimes I feel like you're stealing my life, you prick." "MARTY:" "I'm picking up very aggressive vibrations." "Who knows what goes on inside Terry's head?" "He gives me the willies." "Always has." "Let's see him cope with loony Chinks pointing AK-47 s at his head." "He doesn't appreciate you, Marty." "Doesn't appreciate what you've done for the organisation." "I mean, you should piss him off." "There must be loads of other people you could deal to." "My mates, for one." "The ones in Glasgow?" "Aye." "They've been on at me for years about dealing smack to them." "The market is massive up there." "This is a chance for you and me." "We set up our own distribution network, we deliver straight to Scotland, and Terry Clark can go fuck himself." "Hmm." "These mates of yours - good blokes?" "Aye." "Let's get the ball rolling." "We could pick up Jamie now and head up tonight." "I'm off." "Like a piece of cheese." "So I'll call you, yeah?" "Sure." "You off too, mate?" "Aye." "You don't mind, do you?" "You do whatever you think's best." "ANDY:" "Is anyone else busting for a piss?" "MARTY:" "Fucking oath." "Where are we?" "Somewhere in Lancashire, I think." "Pull over then, eh?" "Sure." "Might join you, actually." "So what do you do, Jamie?" "Aye, you know, bit of this, bit of that." "Used to be in the Scots Guards." "Useful man to have around, eh?" "Aye." "Hey, how's your dad's arthritis?" "It's not too bad." "We should visit him." "I can drink all his Scotch and let him beat me at backgammon." "(URINATES)" "(GUNSHOT)" "(BIRDSONG)" "Cut off the hands?" "Smashed in the teeth?" "Aye." "He won't be found?" "Are you sure?" "No body, no case, remember." "He won't be found." "Well done, mate." "It's a good one." "BRIAN:" "The bail's set at $5,000." "How long till court?" "She's been remanded till November 2." "What's she said?" "Nothing." "What, she didn't give up anything?" "Didn't say a word, apparently." "No comment queen." "Looks like a China doll, but she's a toughie." "Course, she'll probably spill her guts next time." "There won't be a next time." "Drop her round to my joint." "LIZ:" "Brian Alexander's represented a dozen people on heroin charges." "Three had connections to biker gangs, eight had small amounts - personal use stuff." "And what about the last bloke?" "She's a woman" " Joyce Allez." "Arrested last month arriving from Singapore with 3.5 kilos in a false-bottom suitcase." "She's worked in massage parlours prior to this." "Only lawyer she's ever had has been legal aid." "Yet now, of all the solicitors' offices in all the world, she calls Brian Alexander's." "Is she facing trial?" "Yeah." "Get the prosecution brief, her record of interview, and find if there's any connection to Clark." "(SHUTS DOOR)" "Hello?" "Bob?" "Bob?" "(DOOR SHUTS)" "BOB:" "G'day, love." "I've got something for you." "Time to ship out, I reckon." "Shape up and ship out." "Though in my case there'd be no 'shape up'." "Or 'ship out'." "I can go?" "Go away?" "But wh-what about the business?" "I'll sort something." "(SOBS)" "No... no." "No need for waterworks." "Terry sent a man to the house." "To kill me!" "Oh, now, now, now." "Y-you're just het up." "He had some silly story about delivering a fern." "He was reaching for a gun!" "Oh... but..." "No, probably just a pair of secateurs." "Look, you're a good person, Ally." "You go get yourself a new life." "Forget about the whole bung lot," "Terry and me included." "(LAUGHS) No way, Bob." "What do you mean, "No way"?" "I want my deposit back." "Deposit is non-refundable." "Listen, you greedy little piece of..." "No, you listen, Bob!" "You employed my professional services, right?" "!" "You fucking hassle me again and I will shove this ladle so far up your tubby arse you're gonna have to pull it out your throat." "Now, why'd you cancel, Bob?" "Because you're such a professional, you deserve five grand for doing sweet fuck-all." "(LADLE CLANGS)" "TERRY:" "Karen?" "I'm in here." "What's that smell?" "It's beef burgundy." "Hey, get dressed." "('SETTLE THE SCORE' BY COOKIN' ON 3 BURNERS PLAYS)" "Set." "Oh!" "SONG: ♪ It's a matter of trust Come and jump on the bus" "♪ You got me wishing... ♪ TERRY:" "Off!" "Off?" "Yes." "Yes!" "I'm gonna faint." "Oh, God, I'm gonna faint." "Oh!" "♪ You can't do no wrong" "♪ When we're alone" "♪ You sing a different song" "♪ When you're not home" "♪ You're up to no good" "♪ Gotta be the man like you should" "♪ Gotta settle the score" "♪ Heard it all before" "♪ Settle the score... ♪" "JACQUl:" "For once, the piles of cash in Terry's house were legal." "On that soon-to-be-famous autumn evening at Ladbrokes," "Karen Soich won £18,000 playing blackjack." "Thanks for taking me out." "You make me better than I've ever felt before." "You make me everything I want to be." "Who do you wanna be?" "Your best friend." "Your lover." "Your husband." "I love you." "I love you." "(LAUGHS)" "(PHONE RINGS)" "Grotto restaurant." "TERRY:" "It's me." "Have you done it yet?" "Done what?" "Allison." "Oh, not... not quite." "These things take a bit of setting up." "Thank God." "Don't do it." "Pardon?" "She's been true to us." "We should do the right thing by her." "No worries, mate." "If that's the way you feel." "It is." "How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?" "You're my mate, Bob." "I know you inside out." "Oh, yeah." "You can read me like a bloody book." "(CHUCKLES)" "(SIGHS)" "You did say it would have to be an issue before the Prime Minister would act." "So you leaked the Wilson tapes to the press?" "(CLEARS THROAT) Jesus, Joe." "We need to maintain the highest ethical standards." "Well, like I said, Dave, you can be too honest." "LIZ:" "Excuse me." "We've got the prosecution brief on Joyce Allez." "According to her record of interview, she was driven to the airport for her flight to Singapore by two other women " "Kay Reynolds and Allison Dine." "Dine was also arrested for possession the other day." "Guess who her choice of solicitor was." "Brian Alexander." "The address she gave is a flash pad in Lane Cove." "We've already done a full title search." "Who owns it?" "Terry Clark." "(LIZ CHUCKLES) (JOE BANGS TABLE) Yes!" "Phew!" "Eh?" "!" "(LAUGHS)" "She's heading for International Departures." "Warwick's following." "We have to stop her." "We lose her, we lose any direct link with Clark." "If we pull her in, we let everyone in the organisation know we're onto them, including Clark." "Jesus, Dave!" "You ever arrest anybody?" "If she's going to a country we've got extradition arrangements with, it's worth the risk." "American Airlines to L.A." "She's travelling under the name Mary Jackson." "JACQUl:" "They let Allison leave the country even though she was breaking bail." "For one thing," "Dave Priest said his mates in the FBI would keep track of her if he asked them nicely." "And as far as they knew," "Allison was just another of Clark's female couriers." "Just one of a whole bunch of underlings." "No-one special." "JO:" "Hey, baby." "Come to Papa." "Oh, look at the tight muff on that one, eh?" "I like a tight muff." "BOB:" "A connoisseur of fine wines too, no doubt, Johannes." "Yeah." "Word is that nervy son-in-law of yours... (IMITATES GUN)..." "Freeman." "Mick?" "Well, I wouldn't wanna put the little poofter in it, but, you know..." "I knew it had the hallmarks of a pudding-head like him." "What do you mean?" "You're shooting a bloke at point-blank range in the head and you don't manage to kill him?" "Oh, that doesn't mean shit, Trimbole." "Mick, he was, er, he was working under difficult circumstances." "Like what?" "Cyclone Tracy?" "Mick Hurley's your man." "That's the big word." "Apparently, er, the reason he only got one shot off was you swearing at him and failing to fall over." "Got that from Mick, did you?" "No, his father-in-law, that Muller bloke." "I don't think there's much family feeling there." "No." "Perhaps not." "Next time, sweetie, I want a longer fucking head job." "Stingy bitch." "(GRUNTS)" "If you're gonna kill someone, matey, get it right!" "(GUNSHOT)" "I should've done it, Lennie." "Yeah, that would've been smart." "I'd have been careful." "I can handle myself." "So, I do you a favour and all the thanks I get is you measuring your dick." "All I'm saying is I am capable of cleaning up me own shit." "Three aces." "Full house." "Queen high." "(LAUGHS)" "Go again?" "Yeah." "By the way thanks." "No worries, mate." "Johannes Muller." "Johannes Muller." "(BOTH LAUGH)" "('SWEET DISPOSITION' BY THE TEMPER TRAP PLAYS)" "SONG: ♪ Sweet" "♪ Disposition" "♪ Never" "♪ Too soon... ♪" "JACQUl:" "There are moments when the world is a wonderful place to be." "♪ Oh!" "♪ Reckless abandon... ♪" "Precious moments of peace, gladness, grace." "♪ A dream, a laugh A moment, a love" "♪ A dream, a laugh" "♪ Just stay there" "♪ 'Cause I'll be comin' over" "♪ Won't stop to surrender. ♪" "But all our sins will surface eventually." "(GUNSHOT)" "Fuckin' hell, man!" "Come on, lad." "Fuckin' hell!" "Gotta get him out of here!" "(ANDY VOMITS) Andy." "Andy!" "Come on, lad." "(GASPS)" "No!" "Fucking hell." "Fuck." "(MARTY GURGLES)" "Oh!" "Fuckin' hell, man!" "Fuckin' hell!" "Jesus!" "(GASPS)" "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Well, he's not dead!" "Of course he's fucking dead!" "Andy, come on, lad!" "He's fucking dead, man." "Now, come on!" "Andy!" "Fuck!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Shut up, Marty!" "Shut the fuck up, Marty!" "Please shut up." "He's fucking dead!" "Shut up!" "Shut up, Marty!" "Please, please!" "Please shut up, Marty!" "(STABS) Please shut up, Marty." "(SOBS)"