(electronic tones)
(fog horn blowing)
(suspenseful music)
(alarm system beeping)
(drill whirring)
(alarm blaring)
(hula girl rattling)
(alarm blaring loudly)
- False alarm.
Here's our culprit.
(man speaking over radio)
All right, see you fellows.
(door squeaking)
- [Man] Here, puss. (tapping on can)
(dog barking)
- Look who's left holding the bag.
Been there meself.
- Except the shit's usually of your own making.
- Hey, Jazzy boy.
Come on.
Hey, how are ya?
- What're you doing here, Lennie?
- You said this was where you walked the dog,
so I figured I might throw him a bone.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll throw me one.
- Why is it you seem to be under the impression
that I find you charming?
- What can I say, Rhonda?
Except that I've always had the ability to read people.
(zipper growling)
You two seem to be getting on pretty good.
- He's good company.
- We could all do with a bit of that.
You know, they do say the most common place
for people to meet is work.
- We're not work colleagues.
I'm your parole officer.
(flame crackling)
Anyway, we're not even meant to be seen together.
- Rhonda have a look around.
This is off the leash.
(torch hissing)
- All right, you can hold the bag.
Come on, we'll have a cuppa.
Come on, dog, come on.
("Disguise" by Eleanor Dunlop)
* Whatever happened to
* That game we used to play made for two *
* And whatever happened to
* That old dance we used to do
* There was something in the air that night *
* It was you alright, you in disguise *
* I could have danced, danced all night *
(door creaking)
- Seriously, you call this a modem?
- No, in fact, we call it the blinky light thing.
- I'm never getting married. (scoffing)
- Zac is trying to get our savings back, Ted.
You should at least try to connect with him.
Look at this tired old thing.
I think our smalls have seen better days.
- Look all right to me.
- Howdy, mate.
- Hey, Cath.
- [Margaret] Hi, Cath.
- Hi, Ted.
This a clothes line, or a time machine?
- So what's up?
- I got a bust-in Vaucluse.
Tank job.
Old safe, oxy torch.
I figure no one knows breakers like you.
- What about our robbery?
What are the fraudies doing about our stolen super?
- The investigation's ongoing, Mag.
- It scratches your back.
What about ours?
- Yeah, I'll put a few calls in, I promise.
- Pretty hard to answer the phone
when they're sitting on their hands.
- So, uh, why are you buttering me up about tank jobs?
- Oh, if you'd prefer to stand here handing out the pigs,
I'll leave you to it.
- So what's the alarm setup?
- Motion sensors, glass break detectors, perimeter alarms.
Professional job.
Did a dummy run on security and local GDs.
They think the cat tripped it. - Do the owners have a cat?
- Un uh.
- I want to bag that tin out front.
- Removed the backup battery on the alarm
and cut the line to go back in.
- What did they make off with?
- 200 G in cash and jewelry, according to the owners.
- Oof.
(officers talking quietly)
- This is Edward McCabe, former colleague.
He's an expert on safe cutters.
- Andy Cavendish; my wife, Diane.
- We found a receipt for the sapphires,
and I can get you a copy of this.
- Yeah, a photo would help, Mrs. Cavendish.
- It was an anniversary gift.
It's of great sentimental value.
- Not to mention 80 grand of actual value.
- And the safe?
- Upstairs.
The study.
- Just like my place.
- [Cath] Never guess where we found the piece they cut out.
- Kitchen sink?
Oh, here we go.
Baking tray gets placed under the safe to catch the cut-out,
prevent fire in the carpet.
And that way, if he does get pinged,
he doesn't get done for arson as well.
- So you've seen this MO before.
You know who we're looking at?
- It's too soon to tell.
(gloves slapping)
(rock music)
- Hey, Lennie, what are we doing for Shannon's birthday?
- Birthday?
Nobody told me.
Oh, shit.
- What were you up to last night?
- The usual.
Quiet night.
- Can Shannon vouch for your alibi?
- Alibi?
For what?
- Someone cut a tank in Vaucluse last night.
Had your signature all over it.
- Yeah, well, it wasn't me. - [Ted] It was your MO.
- Wasn't me.
- 200 grand would come in handy, wouldn't it?
That'll make up for sterling nickel,
that'll make up for the LSD book that you tried to sell.
'Course, you'd have to split it with the cockatoo outside,
your accomplice, while you did the cut inside.
Listen, if I have to put you back inside,
I will certainly do that.
- Wasn't me.
- Shannon?
Don't tell me that's my little girl.
- What are you doing here?
You're not in any trouble, are you?
- No!
I dropped by the faculty office
and they said you had a job interview.
Look at you in your little power suit.
- I've got a meeting with a top silk.
- Oh, you don't want to be seen with me?
- No, I-
- Oh, that's all right.
I promise I'll get out of your hair. I was just wondering
if I could stay at my favorite granddaughter's place.
Celebrate your 21st.
- I've got Lennie staying.
Is that gonna be a problem?
- It will be for Lennie.
- It's settled then.
(both giggling)
- Shannon.
- Oh, Mr. Finch.
Thank you for meeting with me.
- You said you're in third year at UNSW?
- Yes, one of my units is criminal justice and procedures.
(somber music)
(horn honking) (train clacking)
(sander whining)
- I was gonna get around to that.
- Yeah, I've heard that before.
- What's with the champagne?
- Our little girl got a job.
- Well, it's only an internship,
but it's with one of the best barristers in the state.
- Out of your league.
- Gran's got a new business selling jewelry.
- That right?
- Yeah, look, she got me this for my birthday.
- Imitation sapphire.
You can hardly tell.
- Gran, why don't you tell Lennie
about your big job in the Gold Coast?
- It was a boob job.
Oh, and darling, call me Barb.
- God, ever time I hear Gran, I want to throw up.
- I don't see or hear from you in 12 years
and you turn up, you do a tank job on Vaucluse with my MO,
and I'm on strict parole.
- I was careful.
No prints. There's no way they can pin it on me.
- Not you I'm worried about.
- What's that?
- Redirected mail.
- [Lennie] "Christmas could come early this year."
- Yeah, you got that right.
The original postmark was over a month ago.
Got redirected to my Sydney PO box.
Who's Leon from the council?
- Some guy on the council being friendly, that's all
- (scoffing) Liam was in on sterling nickel wasn't he?
He dressed up as one of the council workers.
What's he doing sending you coded Christmas cards?
I want a cut, Len.
- Of what?
- Sterling nickel.
- I haven't seen a cent.
- Well, that cards says different.
That card says Christmas in July.
- You think I'd still be here?
I'd be sandbagging on a beach in Bali.
- Christmas is a family time, Lennie.
It's a time of giving.
You better do the right thing.
- Or what?
- Well, like you said, it's your MO all over Vaucluse.
You wouldn't want another job going down.
- I've put clean sheets on the bed so you're all set.
- She's staying here?
I don't get a say in this?
- I don't recall your name being on the lease.
- Where am I sleeping?
(moody music)
- Lennie, you got any gift ideas for Shannon's birthday?
- Yeah, not lingerie.
- No, like something special.
Lennie.
(Cath knocking)
- Hey.
- Any further thoughts on Vaucluse?
- Uh, no, no.
In fact, I was just trawling through a few old files.
- Meaning you know who did it? - Is that for me?
- You know, I-I've actually been
running some old files myself.
Do you remember this one?
June, 1979, Sydney Grammar, 13,000 in school fete,
revenue stolen from the safe, extensive fire damage
to the admin building.
Convicted Lennie Cahill, burglary, arson,
served three and a half.
Hence the subsequent MO with the baking tray.
You made the arrest, Ted.
- Look, Cath.
If you've already made your mind up,
why pull me in on this in the first place?
- To confirm it was Cahill.
- Only thing is, it was a rough cut.
I've seen a few Lennie Cahill jobs in my time,
and he never made a rough cut.
- So he's out of practice, or he's putting us off the scent.
- Or it could be an old partner in crime.
- This was Lennie.
But if you want to protect a new mate
instead of helping an old one.
- He's not my mate.
- So you got your ponies, your sevens,
your middies, your schmitties, your schooners,
and of course your pints.
- Don't worry.
I've had them all before.
- Not while you're working for me.
Now get the trays stacked.
Easy.
- I owe you one, guys.
- Yep.
Taking up the durries again, Len?
- First anniversary gift from the Mrs.
encouraging me to keep smoking.
Trying to kill me, probably.
- Yeah, those were the days.
Can honestly saw I never met a cigarette I didn't like.
- Hey, Lennie.
Wondering if we might have a word.
- What about goodbye?
That's a word.
- I was thinking that we could step outside.
Offer you a ride home.
- This ride home wouldn't be via the station, would it?
Just drank me bus fare anyway.
What do they call this color?
Duck egg blue, do they?
- Monday night, Lennie.
Anyone vouch for your whereabouts?
- You're trying to pin the Vaucluse job on me, are you?
- Who told you?
- These things come up in passing.
- Oh yeah?
Who?
- Little bird.
- And if Vaucluse wasn't you, then it was your accomplice.
- Well, for starters, I was always wrongfully accused.
But if I was, I never did two-man jobs on tanks.
Must have been an admirer.
- Lennie, a man with your record and established MO
could go down very easily on this one.
Unless he has a foolproof alibi.
- Okay.
- I need a favor.
- Close the door.
(phone ringing)
You trying to get me fired?
- Before I tell you what it is, I want you to know-
- I know what this is about.
I just got off the phone from Detective Sergeant Khoury.
- Did you happen to tell her I was with you last night?
- You took advantage of me, Lennie.
- What? Do you think I was trying to set you up as an alibi?
- Oh yeah, because you just happened to show up
at a dog park the same night that a break-in
is going on in Vaucluse.
- That's right.
Read the report.
I can't be in two places at the one time.
I mean, for once in my life, I'm actually innocent.
- The only currency in this job is respect.
It is about the law, boundaries,
lines that cannot be crossed.
I should never have accepted a gift from you.
- Can't you just say that, like we-we bumped into each other
accidentally in the dog park?
- What, with a dog that you gave me?
How is that gonna look?
- I mean, the cops are trying to fit me up.
You're the only one that can vouch for me.
- You mention my name, I'll deny it.
You're on your own, Lennie.
We both are.
- I had a good time chatting last night.
(contemplative music)
- Is there something inherently amusing
about my y-fronts?
They're comfortable, they're practical.
- Historical.
- What am I supposed to wear?
A leopard-skin thong or something?
- Mm, might spice things up for a special occasion.
- Lennie Cahill, bet he wears leopard skin jocks.
- There's no way that he could pull off a pair of y-fronts
the way that you do.
(Margaret patting bottom)
(sucking in breath)
(both laughing and panting)
- Aye.
- Nothing like really knowing someone, eh?
Knowing all their special moves.
- What'd you say?
- There's nothing like really knowing someone.
You know.
(suspenseful music)
- Hello, Barb.
I am on to you and your better half.
(text notification beeping)
(gentle music from television)
- Found it in a drawer.
Shannon's eighth birthday.
Ballet recital.
- She was a cute kid.
- I promised Alice I'd be there.
(Barb sighing)
- Where was I?
- In the joint.
Gee, she still looked good then, Alice, didn't she?
You never seen it coming.
- You have to leave, Barb.
Write Shannon a note; they're on to you.
- No, they're onto you.
- Ted McCabe figured out you used my cut.
His mates are gonna knock on that door any minute
and you don't wanna be here when they do.
- Well I can't because it's Shannon's birthday.
- This is what you do every time, isn't it?
- You roll up out of the blue, shower her with gifts,
most of them stolen, get her hopes up,
and then she doesn't see you for dust.
- Well, it's better than doing time.
- Shannon is a little girl.
She may act tough,
but she's a little girl without her mom.
- Don't you dare put that on me!
- Alice is on us.
Alice is on us.
We didn't look after her.
(Barb whimpering)
- That's definitely the last time.
- You said that last time.
- We did make a beautiful girl, Len.
- Mm hm.
So did she.
- God, I miss these hands.
I bet these hands'd know how to seduce
a Custodian CR 6000, disarm that auto glass relocker.
- You're not seriously gonna do another job.
- I've got expenses.
The surgery for a start.
- Oh yeah, I've seen how the new boyfriend
loves the surgery.
- Mm, Marcel's got taste.
- Marcel.
The frog.
- He's a prince, actually.
- He was the spiff that was at Vaucluse with you,
wasn't he?
- That's none of your business.
- It is when the fingers are pointed at me.
- Lennie, if you don't want me to do the job,
then why don't you come clean with me about that money?
(tableware clinking)
- [Shannon] Morning?
- Is it?
- Did Gran tell you?
- [Lennie] What?
- She booked Paloma's for my 21st.
- What's that, a fancy restaurant?
- Mm hm.
And she's taking me shopping for a new outfit.
- Don't get too attached, Shan.
Crippled by commitment, your Gran.
- She married you.
- I'm just looking out for you.
Sticking around's not Barb's style.
- Says the man who went away for 12 years.
(knocking at door)
You gonna get that?
- Seizing the day, are we?
- Hi, Rhonda Betz, Corrective Services.
You must be Shannon.
Just a routine spot check.
So it's just the two of you residing here?
- Actually I-
- That's right.
Random routine spot check, eh Rhonda?
- Well, I was in the neighborhood.
- And unlike the cops, you don't need a warrant.
- You know the drill, Lennie.
- Admit it, Rhonda.
You're here because the cops want you to be here.
- I have to do my job.
I know you're innocent.
I feel terrible.
And I will help you any way I can, because,
well, I had a good time the other night, too, you know.
Hanging out with you and the dog.
(uneasy music)
- Belongs to my wife.
She's my wife in name only.
She's Shannon's grandmother.
She has showed up.
There's nothing going on.
- The intimate details of your private life
are not my concern.
- Excuse me, what...
- Bellevue Hill.
Do you think that's a little bit out of your price range?
Forgive the intrusion, Shannon.
I will show myself out.
- Trust me, you don't wanna know.
- Trust you?
(Ted knocking)
- Shannon.
- Hi.
- Is he here?
- What's he done.
Why is his parole officer poking around?
- Where was he on Monday night?
(text notification dinging) - I got to check that.
I'm getting a lift to uni.
- I hear your gran is back in town.
How is Barb?
- She's good.
She's visiting for my birthday.
Runs a jewelry business now.
- Is that right?
- It's legit.
- Sure.
- She gave me this sapphire necklace, which is fake,
so it's obviously not stolen.
Um, I've gotta get to uni, so...
- Oh, right. - See you.
- Right.
- See you later.
- The safe is right through here.
It's in the den.
- (chuckling) Of iniquity.
- It's actually just behind here.
- Oh.
(couple chatting quietly)
- Ah hello.
Can I just get some details, please?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- Oh, well.
Lovely property.
But then I usually only buy Georgians.
- Where'd you get the cash, mate?
- Hall cupboard.
- Not sure it matches with the shoes.
Marcel, this is Lennie, the ex.
- Not yet.
- Lennie Cahill.
Bit of a legend, I hear.
The Phar Lap of break and enters.
Of course, Phar Lap's stuffed into a glass box now.
- What's your story.
Mommy issues?
Didn't get breastfed as a baby?
- Don't you have a funeral to go to?
- Yeah, I do.
Yours, idiot. (punch thudding)
(Barb gasping)
- Oh, Marcel!
(punch smacking)
Oh, don't!
- [Lennie] Shit!
Promise me you won't to do another job with that meathead.
- I told you, I've got expenses.
- Yeah?
What's next on his list?
Botox and a tummy tuck?
- [Marcel] It's not for surgery.
- No, darl, no.
- It's for the wedding.
Haven't you given him the divorce papers yet?
(suspenseful music)
- Barb!
If you had half a brain between you,
you wouldn't push your luck after Vaucluse.
- Oh, are you saying I've got half a brain?
- I'm saying you can do a three-point turn in a bus
in Marcel's head, and the other half of your brain
is locked in a toy-boy sex fog.
- Oh.
(shutter clicking)
- Barb, you've gotta lay low.
This is out of your league.
It's got cameras, it's got laser sensors,
the four-wheel lock on the deck.
It's got my DNA on the carpet.
- If you don't want me to do the job,
then you should share your money around.
- What is this, blackmail?
I'm telling you, there is no ster-
Are you listening to me?
- Is that Teddy McCabe?
- Hello, Barb.
Haven't changed a bit.
- I've had a boob job, actually.
Least you could do is notice.
(birds chirping)
(shutter clicking)
- Barb's looking good.
Very tidy.
- Her fiance seems to think so.
- Is he the one that did this?
- Mm hm.
- Listen.
You need to wake up to yourself.
I know Barb gave the stolen necklace to Shannon.
She's gonna go down.
- 'Til I sign divorce papers that say otherwise,
she's still my wife,
and I can't be made to testify against her.
That's the law.
- Oh, so you know that law, do you?
- Mm hm.
- Know any others like aiding and abetting?
Accessory?
Cath Khoury's all over you like a cheap suit,
and you're letting Barb roll the dice on another job?
- Funny how your cop mate and my parole officer
know so much.
- Oh, come on.
Need a ride?
- Gonna catch the bus.
- Okay.
- Got any coins?
(coins jingling)
- Not enough.
- Pinch on the fare.
(suspenseful music)
(people chattering)
Hi, Cath.
- It's the insurance claim on Vaucluse.
- Thanks, Cath. - So it seems you were right
about the partner in crime angle.
I ran the dogs on Lennie's old lady.
We are supposed to be working together on this.
- You have to trust me, Cath.
- Yeah, it cuts both ways, Ted.
You gonna tell me why you want that?
- Look, something stinks on this Vaucluse job.
If I can prove it, you get the evidence for arrest,
and I get the insurance reward.
- That everything?
You know, I'm not the work experience girl.
You know, this is my case, Ted.
This is my ass on the line.
- Okay.
Barb Cahill's scoping out a new place in Bell-
- Bellevue Hill.
I know.
I saw you there.
She's going down, Ted.
The only question is who goes down with her?
I, I, I don't get it.
A career criminal and a straight-arrow cop like you.
- Harassing my staff again?
- Oh, Mr. Dwyer, what a pleasure.
I imagine you're back
from another micromanagement conference, eh?
- Swing by my office when you've finished here, Cath.
We've got a homicide in the Sand Hills at Kurnell.
Good to see you, Ted.
Watch out for asteroids.
(siren blaring)
- Asteroids?
- Wiped out the dinosaurs.
(doorbell dinging)
- [Diane] Hello, who is it?
- Mrs. Cavendish, it's Ted McCabe.
- [Diane] Come in.
(door buzzing)
- Thank you.
See you're selling the house.
How is the real estate market?
- Well, we wouldn't be moving if I had it my way.
My husband's talking of moving over the bridge,
and I don't mean Kirribilli; the other bridge, west.
Might as well move to the moon.
- So you'll be downsizing?
- Apparently.
My husband's in construction,
and the whole industry has gone bust.
Big tenders falling through.
I blame China.
- Yeah.
Mrs. Cavendish, about this necklace.
Did it come with a certificate of authenticity?
- We kept it in the safe.
Got stolen along with the rest of it.
Is there a problem?
- Oh no, it's just paperwork.
You know how it is.
(suspenseful music)
- Give me a hand, mate?
- Did you move my necklace?
- No.
- You didn't flog it off, did you?
- No, I didn't touch it.
(Shannon growling) - Do you think that woman,
that your parole officer would have taken it?
Or Ted?
- Ted was here?
(Shannon sighing)
- I just, it's my birthday present.
- Yeah, I know.
- I can count the keepsakes from this family
on one hand, you know.
At least Gran tries.
- Knowing your Gran, she won't even know you lost it.
- [Shannon] What does that mean?
- Well, Barb's a flight risk.
Always has been.
I mean, whether it's birthdays, or Christmases,
or ballet recitals, she's missed 'em all.
- Mom never missed a ballet recital.
It didn't matter how bad they were.
- [Lennie] They weren't bad.
- [Shannon] No, they were.
Lennie, why is Gran really here?
She in some sort of trouble?
- No.
Course not.
(cars whooshing)
- You stole my granddaughter's necklace?
- It's not actually hers.
- You accuse me of stealing.
- All right.
This is a fake.
My guess is Cavendish probably sold the stones,
but he's claiming 80 grand in insurance on it.
The whole job was a scam.
He's up to his eyeballs in debt, this maggot.
- The whole thing was an insurance scam?
What's Barbara get out of it?
- Well, you tell me?
Best guess, the safe was empty except for that necklace.
That's why she's planning another job,
because the first one was a lemon.
- And to screw me over.
- In the meantime, the Cavendishes of Vaucluse
have taken delivery of a new safe.
Saw it arrive yesterday,
so that must have something valuable to put in it.
- [Margaret] Ted, have you got any cash?
Oh.
Zac says we need a new router.
Morning.
- Hi Margaret.
Very nice.
People say that dressing gowns, you know,
double as a contraceptive device, but not with you.
- Course, some men use their personalities
as a contraceptive.
- That's all I've got left.
- Nice jewelry.
Sapphire?
- For my granddaughter.
- Lucky lady.
- Batting above your average there, mate.
What was it, an arranged marriage?
- It's our 40th wedding anniversary tomorrow.
She thinks I've forgotten.
She's been dropping hints like that for weeks.
- Be 41 for Barb and me this year.
Not many under the one roof.
- Did you want to talk about it?
- Shit, no.
- Oh, good, good.
Just so you know, I'm sorry I thought the worst of you
about Vaucluse.
Not that you can blame me-
- Hey, mate.
Quit while you're ahead, eh?
- Okay.
- You know, insurance companies,
they pay 10% reward on false claims.
How much was claimed?
- 188 grand.
- 10% of that?
88,800.
Splits nicely in two.
- First of all, we have to prove
that this Cavendish did fake it.
- How are you gonna do that?
(suspenseful music)
- [Ted] Felix.
- Ted.
- How's business?
- (chuckling) Husbands still cheating on their wives.
Still buying jewelry.
Guilt, it's a growth industry, Teddy.
- Do you recognize the handiwork here?
- Hmm, it's not mine.
- Not yours.
- Oh sure, it's paste.
Decent job.
Good indices of refraction.
Strong dispersion.
Hmm.
Not mine.
- 12 years inside, Felix.
Not even a postcard after all the business I sent you.
(Felix chuckling nervously)
- Help me out here, Teddy.
- Oh, two old friends catching up.
Wouldn't want to be a third wheel.
(forceps clacking)
(Felix stammering)
- Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.
The necklace is mine.
But you gotta understand
that I can't just be giving away clients.
This is a trust business.
- And if you can't trust fake jewelry,
what's the world coming to, eh?
(Felix screaming)
- Who removed the stones from the necklace,
of you'll be needing fakes to replace the family jewels.
- Was it Andrew Cavendish?
(Felix panting)
- He was a young bloke.
Looked like you 20 years ago, Len.
I can't remember his name.
(screaming)
A French name.
Henri, Pierre, Francois.
- Marcel.
- Marcel, yeah, that's it.
Yeah.
- Felix, while I'm here.
Whatta you got in the way of rubies?
- So that meathead Marcel is involved
in the insurance scam of Cavendish.
- Lennie, I'm absolutely sure of it.
What about Barb?
Do you think she knows about it?
- Why would she asked me about cutting a Custodian CR 6000
when there isn't one at Bellevue Hill?
- You know, that's the safe
that I saw delivered to Cavendish.
- Bugger me.
It's not Bellevue Hill.
It's a double-cross.
Marcel's screwing over Cavendish.
The next job is back in Vaucluse.
(traffic whooshing)
(car horn honking)
(lights buzzing)
(dance music thumping)
- [Barb] Just a few more steps, you're nearly there.
- [Lennie] Oh, here she comes.
(laughing and exclaiming)
- Here we are, you can take it off.
- [Lennie] Hey, happy birthday!
(group exclaiming and clapping)
- Happy birthday!
- Darling, oh!
- Happy birthday, Shannon.
Don't you look beautiful?
- [Barb] Doesn't she look gorgeous?
- Don't worry, I'm not staying.
I just came to bring you a present. Happy birthday.
- How did you know?
- Oh, my cousin owns this place.
You gonna open it?
- Is it stolen?
- Do you want a receipt?
- Darling, go on, open it.
- I know about the other job.
Don't break her heart.
(girls gasping)
- Oh, that must have cost a fortune!
- Jason, you didn't get her the same thing.
- God, you're an arrogant prick.
- Watch it.
Putting your hands on me once was a big mistake.
- May as well make it twice, then.
- [Shannon] Hey!
- What are you doing?
- Jas, what the hell are you doing?
- Have a good night, Shannon.
- I bought you that.
(customers laughing)
(glass dinging)
- I'd like to say a few words, if I may,
as the guest of honor's grandmother.
Oof.
You know, when you get to my age, 39,
you come to see
that life's about doing the simple things well,
because they're the hardest of all.
In the end, it's about being there.
And there's nowhere else I'd rather be tonight than here.
To Shannon.
- [All] Shannon.
- Thanks, Gran.
- Oh, darling.
- Thanks for coming everyone.
(suspenseful bass music)
(car alarm chirps)
(dance music thumping)
- [Girl] Whoo!
(suspenseful bass music resumes)
(car engine starting)
- Ready.
(fog horn tooting)
(head thunking)
- You know, Marcel, you remind me of me when I was your age,
only I was tougher, smarter, and better-looking,
and when I told my wife I loved her, I meant it!
(Marcel gasping)
- Marcel.
Look at you.
Just how the cops like it.
Trap, rat, and the cheese.
- You better make that phone call, Ted.
Keep you in the good books.
- You say goodbye to Barb for me, will you?
- Thanks for this.
(phone ringing)
- [Ted] Yeah, it's me.
- Yep.
- [Ted] You on stakeout?
- Yeah, what is it, Ted?
- Bellevue Hill.
No, you've been played.
It's back Vaucluse.
- Crap, shit.
(torch hissing)
- You know that's the only time I've seen you
near a baking tray.
- You better make yourself scarce.
You'll be looking at a big slab.
- You're coming with me.
- This won't take long.
- Yes, it will.
Needs a thermal lance or a plasma cutter.
Sun will be up before the oxy gets through that.
(Barb sighing)
- Yeah, and this time the money's in there
and the real stones.
This was my retirement fund, Lennie.
- Let it go, Barb.
Cops are on their way.
- You call them?
- McCabe did.
- What about Marcel?
- The first job was an insurance fraud.
- Oh, that's why the tank was empty.
That lying little prick.
- I'm guessing Marcel didn't cut you in.
- Nobody cuts me in.
I'm getting old, Lennie.
I don't want to end up poor and alone.
- I want you to know, Barb,
that if there was sterling nickel money,
I'd be keeping it to meself.
(siren wailing)
Come on, let's go.
- [Barb] Come on, back door.
- Okay, Jas, floor it.
- I'm not flooring it.
I've on 11 demerit points.
(engine growling)
(police radio chattering)
- Evening, all.
Evidence.
- Thanks.
- Done it again, you know.
- What's that?
- Turned up when I was almost over you.
- Sweetheart, you'll never be over me.
- Barb.
You never did give me those divorce papers.
- Maybe next time.
- Just admit it.
You've forgotten our anniversary tomorrow.
It's okay.
I know that you've been under real strain.
We both have.
- I'll buy you a real one when we get our savings back.
(paper rustling)
- Fancy trying it on?
(shoes thudding)
(music box tinkling)
(thunder rumbling)
(Shannon humming)
- You were right.
Gran's gone.
Everybody goes.
- I'm not going anywhere.
(somber music)
(thunder rumbling)
This is for you.
Happy birthday, Shannon.
(both laughing)
- Guess what.
- So, we're good for the insurance reward,
but it could take months.
- Won't hold me breath.
I got a Christmas card from Leon Farmer the other day.
- What, from beyond the grave?
- Well, I guess he's not dead.
- Uh, I just got a call from Cath.
They found Leon Farmer's body
buried in the Sand Hills in Kurnell.
- You are joking.
This was only sent a month ago.
Redirected to Barb from my old address.
- I guess Leon was getting close to the cash
before he got knocked.
Why would he send a Christmas card in July?
- Don't know.
Some sort of message.
Some cryptic shit.
A gift from God.
Gabriel O' Dea, aka GOD, is a homeless artist.
- Wait a minute.
It's not God at all.
Those are his initials.
G.O.D.
I've seen that signature before, that tag.
- Where?
- On the back of his neck.
I always thought it was something religious.
- We just found the florist.
- Yeah.
(bass-driven rock music)