(ominous music)
(footsteps)
- This it? - Yeah, I think so.
(ominous music)
- How far?
- 100 meters.
Told you you'd forget 'em. - Yeah, well,
I forgot 'em, didn't I?
(sighs) Bugger this. (whimsical music)
(men grunt) (whimsical music)
Oh, hey, hey, bend your knees, man, bend your knees.
(whimsical music)
(tools clank) One, two, three, and up.
(whimsical music)
(box rattles) (buzzing)
Who we even got in here anyway?
- Couldn't tell ya, mate.
Obviously, boss wasn't too fond.
- Wait, so they didn't tell you either?
- No. - See, now that is
what I'm talkin' about.
Transparency, it's all I'm askin'.
- Transparency. - Transparency.
If you wanna build a ship, don't send men
to pluck down trees, teach them to yearn
for a vast and endless ocean. - It's a need-to-know basis,
man, obviously, we didn't need to know.
- Yeah, well, we deserve to know.
- No, no, no, I reckon it's better not knowing.
Name's make it a bit personal.
- You hear Mike got string up off a bridge last Tuesday?
- No. - Yeah.
Took eight hours for the police to cut him down.
Dehydration and everything.
Green fucker. - They disband?
- No, the Teal taught us.
- I haven't heard of him. - Yeah, and that is exactly
my point, it's not exactly like they're leaving
business cards, is it? - Transparency.
- Transparency, mate. (man laughs)
Fuck! (bottle thumps)
(men grunt)
Can I crash at yours again?
(shovels scratch)
- Look, Arch, there's.
There's something I've been meanin' to tell ya, mate.
Kath and I are sellin' the house.
- No. - It's true, mate.
We're moving.
- Where? - Mudgee, most likely.
- Mudgee? - Yeah.
- Well, hey, hey, what?
So you're leavin'? - Yeah (grunts).
Got a mate out there who's been henching for awhile
and property's really cheap.
Reckons he can get me some work.
- In Mudgee? - Alright, okay, okay.
I hear ya. - No, no.
I mean, seriously, what are you even do in Mudgee?
- Bond rivalry, I guess.
It's just small stuff, you know?
Crop poisons, cow kills, water--
- (laughs) No, fuck that.
- Fresh air, bud, and besides, it would be nice to
get away from all the violence.
- But you love the violence!
(man sighs)
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
Still, we've all gotta grow up sometime, right?
And now that we,
now that we know it's a girl (grunts).
- Bullshit. - Yeah, mate.
No, no, no, it's true. - Wait, so you had
the ultrasound done?
- Last week (exhales).
- Oh (laughs).
So that's what this is about. - What do you mean?
- Kath's makin' ya. - No, come on, mate.
No, she's not, she's not makin' me.
No, Kath doesn't-- - You're whipped, bud.
- The city is no place to raise a young girl, mate.
- You're startin' to sound like her.
- It's got nothing to do with sounding like her.
(man mimics whip slashing) Okay, it's common.
Are you gonna listen to me, or are you gonna keep
making the-- (man mimics whip slashing)
It makes sense, listen, would you stop makin' the whip?
God, you're an, listen to me, just shut the fuck up!
Archie, shut up, shut up, shut up, fuck!
Fuck!
Listen to me, Archie, you and I,
we are men, mate, men.
We are at the top of the food chain.
Makes it hard to understand what it's like
to be a little girl, to be that vulnerable,
that defenseless.
Now I am having a daughter, mate,
and she is gonna need me to stick around to keep her safe.
(dramatic music)
I'm sorry.
- When am I gonna see ya?
- Oh, no, no, well, you'd come visit.
- Yeah. - Come visit us.
And stay the night, I mean, you'll have to.
If you'll ever wanna (sniffs).
If ya ever wanna see ya goddaughter.
If you're into that? (dramatic music)
- Little girl. - Little angel.
(both sob)
(Archie laughs)
- He's makin' me an offer I can't refuse (laughs)!
(dramatic music) - What was that?
- Brando, The Godfather. (dramatic music)
- The movie! - Yeah (laughs).
- Oh, because you're gonna be the godfather!
(both scream) (box explodes)
Oh fuck! - Oh!
- Oh, come on, slam it shut, no!
- Why do they insist on buryin' 'em alive?
- [Man] Come on!
Run for yourself, Archie!
- Oh, bugger this. - Run!
(lighter flickers) (men gasp)
- Transparency.
All I ever asked for was a bit of transparency.
(man screams and sobs)
(man coughs) (upbeat music)
(lights boom) (upbeat music)