[dramatic music]
* *
- Ah! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
- [knocks on wall] Reverend Boyd.
- Yeah, that's me.
Uh, I don't think we met.
- Call me Jag. - Hey, Jag. Nice to meet you.
- Likewise. Ah, it smells amazing in here.
Cooking up a feast, eh?
- You want some? - I'm starving.
- Have a seat.
- Cheers for that. - Yep.
- So you work with Piper?
Yeah, no, Help yourself.
- Tell me...
how is it all?
- All what?
- New house, new church, new identity.
[chuckles]
- What's that?
- It's got to be a big change--
completely starting over again
in a job you know nothing about.
* *
- I'm not sure I know what you mean.
- Uh, a reverend taking a cut
from a small-town tobacco syndicate,
knocking over a sugar mill.
It took quite a bit of figuring out who you were, too.
I had to call immigration, and I hate that--
you know, the red tape and headaches and shit.
* *
If I wanted to arrest you,
I would have brought some mates.
- So Andy and Ryan have been talking to you, huh?
- They don't like you very much,
and you cost me a fair old chunk of change.
And now...
time to go.
* *
- No. No, I'm not going anywhere.
- If I say you're going...
you're going...
because I don't want a body count in my town.
I don't want any American attention,
and I sure as shit
don't want Piper lifting the lid.
- There is a second option.
- Not that I see.
- Yeah, I stay.
I stay, and I run it.
- You leave today.
And if you ever show your face anywhere in my state again,
I'll have you executed.
- Hey, do you mind? I-- Yeah.
I'm going to try one, actually.
How did it feel? - Excuse me?
- When you found out that your guys got busted,
how did it feel?
You know, your supply chain's broken.
There's going to be paperwork, risky paperwork, too.
You know, was it stress? Was it anger?
Were you worried about your family?
- Hey, mention my family again,
I'll end you right here.
- Oh, yeah.
Hey, your family--they're better off without those guys.
They're just thugs, you know?
If you'd done your research,
which I'm guessing that you have 'cause you found me,
you know that there is no person on the planet
more capable of handling this thing than me.
I mean, look what I did to your operation.
So I stay. I run it.
You and your family don't have to stress
about something like this ever again,
and bonus-- your cut gets bigger
'cause you don't have all those mouths to feed.
I'll get the product to the city contacts directly
so you get more,
Agnes and her farmers get more,
and your whole lot is happy and settled.
So...
what do say, Sarge?
You got a hell of a mess here.
I go to work in a mess.
[crunches]
* *
- One month.
Anything other than sparkling clean,
and I go back to option one.
- You're making the right decision.
- This works in the quietness...
in the shadows.
I don't want any attention.
- You're in luck there.
Nobody knows I'm here.
* *
[distant sirens wailing]
* *
[line trilling]
- Where are you?
- I'm almost there.
- I'm getting tired of waiting.
I want updates on the hour. - Yes, ma'am.
- I don't care how far back you go with my husband, Farah.
My son is dead.
So, if Paulo isn't in the ground today,
then you are taking his place.
* *
[cheery vocal music]
* *
[Vivaldi's "Gloria" in D major]
* *
- [sighs deeply]
- Happy birthday, Vic.
- Happy birthday, Dad.
* *
- It's perfect.
* *
- * Gloria, gloria *
* Gloria, gloria *
- Oh, hi.
- I'm sorry.
- Can we help you?
- Yeah. Yeah, you can.
I'm looking for...
Reverend Mackenzie Boyd.
- Oh, he'll probably be next door.
Are you a friend? - Yeah.
Yeah, I am a friend.
- Oh, well, then you can be a friend of ours.
- So this reverend lets you drink beers in church, huh?
- Oh, uh...
we, uh--we lost someone recently.
- You did?
So did I. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- I lost my wife.
- Oh, God.
When?
- Tuesday.
- Mm. - Oh, wow.
That--that's fresh.
- Sorry, brother.
- [crying] Thank you.
Thank you.
You're so kind.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Uh, hey, um, pull up a pew?
- [sighs]
- Got your radio, Amy. - Oh, thanks, Daisy.
- Hey, Daise. - Hey.
- Hey, Daise.
* *
She seems nice.
[footsteps approaching]
- [huffs] He's here.
- Who? - You.
- More words.
- Um, t-t-the guy from the photos...
the real you...
he's here.
* *
- Morning, Rev.
* *
- Hey, buddy.
- You good?
- Are you?
- Oh, yeah.
- Ah, well, you guys probably have some catching up to do.
- Uh, yeah, we do.
I mean, you came all this way, right?
- I did.
- Come here. - Oh, a little kiss.
A kiss to my head. - Love that, truly.
- Yep. [chuckles awkwardly]
- Bye, guys.
* *
Bye-bye.
They're such good people.
[Mack shouts]
Ow.
What? Wait. Wait.
Just wait.
* *
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Just wait, wait.
Paulo, wait. Wait.
For the love of God, just wait.
Open it.
* *
It's yours.
- Seriously? - I don't want it.
It's cursed.
That money has brought me nothing but death...
and Zumba classes.
- Who knows you're here?
- Nobody.
- You sure?
Because the people that are looking for this money,
they are sending somebody after--
- [crying] I killed him.
- Who?
- The man who was looking for you.
- Farah?
- Yes.
- You--
you killed Farah,
the most dangerous hit man in Chicago?
- [stammers] - You killed him?
- With a garden shovel. - Bullshit.
- I put him in the ground and buried him in dirt,
same shovel...
right after.
[cries]
- Right after what?
- She's gone, Paolo.
- Who?
Who's gone?
- Charmaine.
He killed Charmaine.
[sighs]
- Shit. [exhales sharply]
I'm...
I'm sorry.
- It's my fault.
- I mean, yeah.
- But I can't help but thinking, Paolo,
maybe this was meant to be.
Paolo, maybe--maybe I needed a wake-up call,
and the Almighty knew, oh, He knew.
You knew just how to deliver it to me, didn't You?
- In--in a bag of stolen cash?
- Exactly, yes. - No.
- And what God is telling me right now, it is...
it is so clear.
- No, that's fine. Don't touch me.
He's not the one you need to be listening to, okay?
It's me, and I am telling you
that you need to leave right now.
- No.
No, Paolo, I can stay.
Paolo, I can stay.
I can do this. [breathing heavily]
I can do...
this.
- But this whole idea that you've got,
it's not going to work.
First, there's the local cop.
She's going to figure it out right away.
I'm talking FBI-level brain here, okay?
And then-- - I don't care.
- Then you have the people that sent Farah.
They are gonna send another Farah,
and I don't like your chances a second time.
- No, just-- - Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
The biggest problem is me...
Because if you don't leave right now,
I'm going to have to change my mind and kill you myself.
* *
- Fine.
[sighs]
* *
Flights.
* *
- For Christ's sake.
Mackenzie, get in the car now.
- It really is pretty, isn't it?
- Yeah, well,
there's plenty of pretty places in the world, Reverend.
You need to find your own.
- Congratulations, Paulo.
- On what?
- You can be whoever you want to be now.
You're finally out of here.
[soft music]
* *
[line trilling]
- Fitness 24. This is Amanda speaking.
How may I help?
- Hi, um...
Wait. Who is this?
- Amanda. How can I help you?
- Lewis, is he there? Can you go get him?
- Lewis?
- Lewis, the guy who owns the gym--is he there?
Can you go get him?
- Oh, right. You mean the guy who--
- Who what?
- The guy who run the place?
- Yeah.
- The guy who died?
- Wait, excuse--excuse me.
What? No. No.
Look, I-I-I am looking for Lewis Johnson.
He owns the gym. I know that he's there.
Just--just go get him and put him on the phone, will you?
- Yeah, I think--
I'm really sorry.
I think he was involved with some people.
It was in the paper.
They found him in the river--so sad.
I'm sorry.
Did you know him well?
Hello?
[somber music]
* *
[light music]
* *
- What's going on?
Where is he?
- Got rid of him.
- Did you whack him?
- Did I whack him?
- It means-- - No, I know what it means.
No, I-I did not whack him.
Jesus.
[scoffs]
- You're leaving.
- Look, I'm sorry, but I told you this was going to happen.
It's time for me to go.
- It's fine.
- Look, this has been--
- That's gross, so just stop that.
- No, I mean, you, you--you're--
- I-I'm coming.
- Sorry?
- I'm coming with you. - No, you're not.
Look, Daisy, you're amazing,
and I would--I would like to take you with me,
I really would, but it's not safe.
The people that are after me, they're bad.
So the--the best place for you to be
is as far away from me as possible.
- Bad people have been coming for you this whole time,
and I've stuck by you.
Now I'm just asking for you to stick by me.
- How quickly can you pack?
- Quickly.
- Have you said goodbye?
- In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of a loner.
- So am I.
- No, you're not.
- Give--give me one hour.
[soft music]
[door opens, closes]
* *
- [sniffs]
* *
- Uh, Peter, now is not a good time.
- I'm not staying, Reverend.
I'm meeting Helen for a beach walk.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- [chuckles] That's great, man.
What's this? - Shiraz, I think.
- For Sunday?
- No, for you.
It's for you.
- Peter, you--are you-- are you giving me a gift?
- Shiraz is best paired with hard cheeses and red meat.
- Thank you.
- Welcome.
- [chuckles]
Hey, Helen.
- Hey, Rev.
Are you okay?
- Me? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.
- Okay.
See you around.
- Yeah.
Yep.
* *
- Hey, dickhead. - Hey.
Hey, dickhead. [chuckles]
Hey, I reckon I've got it sorted.
- Um, Cam, I just-- - Just wait.
Just--just give me two minutes, yeah?
- Okay.
[soft music]
* *
- Here we are.
- Thank you.
- All right, you ready?
Cam's Cabs.
Basically, as long as my bike holds up,
200 trips, 5 bucks a trip.
That's 10 grand, Daise.
I do one or--or-- or two trips a day,
and that's under a year.
Also, don't fill up on these because we got--
got fish and chips tonight, yeah?
- 5 times 200 is 1,000.
- What?
- You need to do 2,000 trips, Cam.
- Really?
- You'll be fine.
You don't need to worry about it.
- Of course I do. That's...
It's all-- [grumbles] It's all I do worry about.
- I'm--I'm going to be fine.
- Well, maybe, but...
what if you're-- you're in and out of hospital?
Then what?
Then what happens to me,
and--and what happens to the calamari?
Because I'm not going to eat it.
I might. I could.
But it's ten grand.
Daisy, I can get ten grand.
- You never had one grand in your life.
- Because I've never needed it.
- It's unrealistic.
- [sighs] Okay, then-- then not just Cam's Cabs.
I'll do Cam's Dog Wash, too, right?
I'll do five bucks per dog-- or five bucks per animal.
I'll do any animal. I'll do four bucks a cat and--
Oh, no, you can't wash a cat. Kind of wash themselves, right?
- You can't pet-wash your way to ten grand.
- But I can-- I can at least try.
- I don't want you to.
- Don't exactly have too much going--
going on elsewhere.
- Worry about your shit.
- I don't have any shit.
- You live in a caravan, Cameron.
* *
S-sorry.
* *
- That's fine.
[knocks on wall]
- Hey.
- Whoa.
Have you slept, like, at all? - Sure.
- I mean, not that you look tired.
I mean, you look fresh, great, um...
but have you thought about sleeping in...
you know, an actual house?
- Hey, you were at the--
you were putting up the phone thing last night,
right, on the church?
- Yeah. - Who was there?
- A lot of people.
I mean, must have been half the town.
- No. [sighs] Okay, um, who wasn't there?
- The other 6.4 billion people on the planet.
- Someone saved me last night.
I don't know who it was.
They just disappeared, but I got a print.
- You got a print to try to find
the person that helped you?
- Yeah.
I mean, you don't hide if you're not guilty, right?
- Hey, Piper--
- I mean, I don't have prints for everyone in town,
of course, but everyone's phones went live last night,
so I could cross-check that with a residents list.
- Piper.
- What?
* *
- Nothing.
- Really?
- No.
Uh, never mind.
Um...
* *
Hey, look, I got to go. [chuckles]
Uh...
I'll see you around, yeah?
- Okay.
* *
[brakes squeal]
* *
[car door closes]
* *
[classical music playing on car stereo]
- Hello? Hello?
- Hello.
- How can I help you? [volume decreases]
- Yeah, I need a ticket out of here.
- Certainly, sir.
Where is here, and where are you headed?
- Brisbane to Chicago.
- Certainly, sir.
Is that a return?
- One way.
- Can you turn the music down a little there, sir?
I'm having some trouble hearing you.
- Do you like your job?
- Yes, sir.
- You go home, you go to bed, you see your family?
- Some--something like that. - Never change, pilgrim.
What's your name?
- It's Amari.
- Amari.
- When were you hoping to travel?
Sir, do you have a date?
Would you like to travel soon?
- Yes.
Yes. Yes.
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
- I live here.
- Could have fooled me.
- Do you think I'm obsessed with this chop-chop stuff?
- Do I think you're obsessed with it?
- I'm not.
- It's me, Piper.
- Boss sent me home.
- Yeah? Good for him.
- I'm going to take the day off.
- Sure.
- I am.
- And do what?
- Do relaxing.
Got any more of those?
- Books?
- Hmm.
[sighs]
Aidan.
[sighs]
- You know what your problem is, Piper?
It's not that you've got your priorities wrong.
It's that you don't have any priorities at all.
It's just work and nothing else.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about your mood, all the time.
I'm talking about the fact that we're engaged
and we live together,
and I've seen you, what, 13 minutes this week?
I'm talking about us.
You need to make some decisions, Pipes.
- Decisions about what?
- You actually want to be here?
You actually want to marry me?
- Obviously.
- No, Pipes.
No, it's not obvious.
[somber music]
* *
3:00 p.m.
- What?
- 3:00 p.m., church this afternoon,
we get married.
- [scoffs] Are you serious?
- At some point,
you're going to have to make a choice, Piper.
Marry me today, or don't marry me at all.
Ball's in your court, Officer.
* *
[upbeat tropical music playing]
* *
- You know, Lester,
racking up a tab at your own place
isn't actually free beer.
- I'll go easy.
* *
- Good day.
What can we do for you?
- I'm looking for the church.
- Down the road a couple minutes,
down the beach a little longer.
Daisy or Mack should be there.
* *
Lovely chap. - Hmm.
Very chatty.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Hey, uh, Rev.
- Aidan?
- I need a favor.
- Uh, can we talk later, man?
- Look, I-I need you to marry me and Piper.
- Yeah. No, you're all good.
It's on the books.
- T-today. - [chuckles] What?
- Look, it's important, mate. It's got to be today.
- Look, Aidan, these--
these things need to be planned, okay?
It's not like it's a barbecue.
- Why not?
- Why not what?
- Well, it's not the royal wedding.
It could literally actually be a barbecue.
You know the lines, right?
- I mean, yeah. I--
- Look, 3:00 p.m., Rev.
- Look I-I can't. I'm sorry. I--
- I'll round up the bride and a few people.
It's got to be today.
- Okay, bud. [line clicks]
[cell phone beeps]
[dramatic music]
* *
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
- Hey, there.
* *
- Who are you?
- Is the reverend home?
- You're American. - Yeah.
- Friend of Mack's? - Old friend.
- I didn't know Mack was expecting a visitor.
- Well, it's a surprise.
Shh.
* *
[cell phone ringing]
- Look, Aidan, there's a lot of things
you need to consider, man.
- Hello, Paolo.
[brakes grinding]
* *
- How did you get this number?
- I got it from your little friend.
She's very obliging, good kid.
Smart.
* *
- What do you want?
- You, of course.
You know how this works.
Iona Beach, 2:00 p.m., come alone.
Don't try anything, and she should be fine.
* *
[no audio]
* *
[bird crying]
- You got another warrant?
- Why didn't you just tell me
you were out on your dad's boat?
- What?
- During the mill robbery. Why didn't you just tell me?
- Because if you actually knew me,
you know I'd never do anything like that.
- That's fair.
- [sighs]
- Aim, something happened to me in Brisbane.
[groans softly]
I screwed up at work.
I didn't have anyone, and so I came back here...
and something's happened today.
- You're not giving me a ton of information here, Piper.
- When we were teenagers, we had problems all the time,
but it didn't matter to me that much....
because I had you.
We'd sit under the cabbage tree
and drink a box of stolen wine and sort out each other's shit.
Then I left town, and I said I would call and check in,
and I didn't.
I just didn't.
You needed me, and I wasn't there.
I left.
Now I need you again.
I need you.
And I need to say I'm sorry.
[serious music]
* *
- [sighs]
* *
Come with me.
* *
Take you back?
- All that's missing is the cheap red.
[both chuckle]
* *
When did-- - The day you got back.
* *
All right.
Lay it on me.
[water stops]
- Here you go. - Thank you.
[engine turning over]
- 5, 10--oh, 15...
25,
27.
[scoffs] 10 grand.
[light music]
* *
[birds cawing]
[suspenseful music]
* *
- Send her over, Farah.
* *
Did he hurt you?
- I'm fine.
- The keys are in the hearse.
Go find Piper and tell her everything.
- Mack, I-- - Shut up.
Do it, now.
* *
- You're a hard man to find, Paulo.
- I know. I didn't want to make it too easy on you.
[groans, breathing heavily]
Hey, hey, listen.
Hey, Farah, I got the money, all right?
So you can kill me now, or you can kill me in ten minutes
when you walk away with over a million dollars in your pocket.
How does that sound?
* *
- I'll kill you now.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That idiot reverend-- he came back.
I got him.
I got his money, all right?
It's yours.
Farah, in a couple of days,
you're going to be back on a plane to Chicago, okay?
You're going to have to report on your trip.
I've been in front of Lorenzo.
I know how scary that is,
but he's not your real issue, is he?
I've only met Antoinette once.
That was enough for me.
And that was only about a little territory squabble.
I would imagine that avenging her son's death
just carries a little bit more weight.
My point is that you and I-- we're basically the same.
We both trade on our reputation.
And me-- I'm just trying to imagine
what your reputation is going to be like
when people realize
that you not only lost Antoinette's money...
[chuckles] But you got your ass kicked by a reverend.
Farah, there is a middle-aged theologian out there
who will tell anyone who listens
about how he buried you.
So...
I give you him, I give you the money,
and I'm gone forever...
because you killed me.
Nobody has to know.
- Swimming pool.
- We live on the beach, mate, and you can't even swim.
- Helicopter.
We buy a helicopter-- investment.
- You know what the rev did
only gets us an extra few hundred bucks a week, right?
Mate?
- Secondhand helicopter-- investment.
- You can't just say the word "investment"
and it makes it an investment.
- Things are looking up for you two, huh?
You guys want to get paid,
you better help me keep the rev alive.
- Killing Lewis was a mistake.
I'm going to make you regret it.
- No, I enjoyed it.
[dramatic music]
* *
- He was out of the game.
He ran a gym.
He took care of people. He kept kids off the street.
And you, you twisted, sick...
You brought a kid into play.
There used to be rules against that.
There used to be a code.
- Tell yourself whatever lies you like, Paulo,
but don't lie to me.
You put her in play,
just like you put that stupid friend of hers in play
the moment you called him.
You know it, and I know it.
- Good day, fellas. [sniffs]
I'd drop that if I was you.
Hey. Down.
* *
- Want to jump out of the car, Rev?
- Welcome to the family.
I'll take those.
- Have a good one.
[van door closes, engine turning over]
[upbeat funky music]
- Get in the car!
* *
- Where to, Rev?
* *
- This is up there, bro.
- What's that?
- Some of the crazier things you've done,
and this includes us swimming a keg of beer
across to the island.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
[Amy clears throat]
[soft music]
* *
- Hey. - Hey.
- When did you get a suit?
- When I found out you were moving back to Clump.
When did you get the dress suit?
- [chuckles] - What do you call it?
- Five minutes ago from Amy.
- Thank you.
You ready?
- Terrified. - Yeah, me too.
- Good. Good.
Where's the rev?
- He's never where you want him to be.
- What do you mean?
- Oh, he disappeared yesterday just when we needed him.
He should have said a few words.
Still, Ron and I managed to launch the satellite
without a hitch, safe and secure.
- Mm, depends on your definition of safe and secure.
[laughter] - Thanks.
Biggest cross in far North Queensland, iconic.
He really should have been there.
- Do you remember what time he left?
[dramatic music]
- Hey, it's all good, Pipes. He'll show.
* *
- Oh, my God.
No, he won't.
Sorry.
* *
- Daisy!
Daisy!
- Don't you move.
- Piper, I need-- I need you to trust me, okay?
- I need to trust you? I did trust you!
- [shouts] Okay. I know you did.
Yeah, I know you did, and I am so grateful for that,
but I need us to go right now. - I talked to you.
I told you things.
I don't even know your name! - Okay.
Okay, Piper, I'm going to turn around.
I need you to look me in the eyes.
All right.
[panting] I will tell you everything, I promise you.
I'm going to tell you everything,
but right now, there is a very dangerous man coming,
and he will kill us both if we don't leave--
- Stop.
You lying piece of shit.
- I am. No, you're right, I am.
I'm all of that, but we need to go.
Please, Piper.
- All of this, the chop-chop, the bikies, the mill.
The mill was you, wasn't it? - It was me, all right?
It was all me, but I will explain it later, okay?
Right now we just need to go. - You were going to marry us.
- Piper, listen to me. Listen to me.
You're not going to shoot me.
Just listen to me, okay? We need to go.
We need to go right now. Please.
Come on, Piper, come on!
- I'm arresting you on suspicion of--
Who the hell are you?
- Piper, shoot him.
Shoot him. - Stop.
- Piper, shoot him. Shoot him now.
- Stop. - Piper, shoot him!
- [yelps]
[gunshot]
* *
[car horn honking]
[gunshots]
* *
[yells]
* *
- Who are you?
- I have no idea.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.
[laughs]
Whoo! [laughs]
[quirky music]
* *
- What am I supposed to do now?
* *
- You tell me.
* *
[phone chimes, line trills]
- Farah, you've had long enough.
We are moving to plan B.
I will deal with this myself.
[dial tone drones]