Goldstone

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[orchestral music]

[siren chirps]

Driver's license?

You know you was

ten Ks over back there?

Where you headed?

Been drinking today?

No worries.

Just need you to blow into this.

[blowing]

[beeping]

Keep going. Yep.

Step out

of the car, please.

I said step

out of the car.

[grunting]

[handcuffs clicking]

[grunts]

[engine starts]

[snoring]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[shouting]

Hey!

[shouting]

Hey, fellas,

you wanna settle down there?

[shouting]

Oi! You mob!

[rattling]

[groans softly]

[coughing]

[vehicle beeping outside]

[coughs]

[truck hisses]

Morning, Mayor.

Sally.

Usual?

Thanks.

Morning, Josh.

Maureen.

Heard there was a bit of silly

buggers down here last night.

Nothing too serious, I hope.

Just the usual.

How're you going?

Oh, I'm keeping busy.

There's... just sh*t

going on with the blackfellas

out at Broken River.

You know, they're drinking,

fighting, whatnot. So...

I've got enough to keep me

in and out of trouble.

I bet you do.

Josh, there's something I've

been meaning to let you in on.

Furnace Creek's applied

for a new expansion license.

For where?

Everywhere, just about.

Well, the whole

Goldstone catchment, anyway.

F***, that's bloody big.

Top you up, Josh?

Yeah. Thanks, Sally.

Yeah, it's a very big deal

for all of us,

and I mean all of us.

But it's complicated.

Needs blackfella approval,

and there's a mile

of bright red tape.

What do you want from me?

Well, I know you don't like

to get too involved in things,

but just keep your eyes

and ears open,

and if you feel any heat,

especially from Broken River,

let me know.

We got Tommy from the

Land Council on our side,

but we don't want anyone

further complicating things.

Yeah, no worries.

Good.

Also, you might want to know.

A stranger blew

into town last night.

A detective.

And get this.

He's a blackfella.

What, Indian black

or African black?

No, I mean blackfella black.

Near as I could

tell, anyhow.

What's he doing here?

Ain't too sure yet.

Well, find out.

Hey.

Apple?

'Course.

And Josh? Remember.

No worries.

[vomiting]

[gasping]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man] Mmm. Mmm. Yeah, I know.

What are we payin' em

a fortune for?

We should have had a contract

two f***in' weeks ago.

Look, if this thing

falls through,

blame the f***in' lawyers.

No, I'm just saying if it did.

Okay. Okay.

Gidday, Josh.

Johnny.

You want a soft drink? Beer?

No. No, thanks.

Jeez, I hope the boys

weren't too much trouble.

I've pretty well

had a gutful at this point.

Yeah, no,

you know what they're like.

Look, I don't have

the time for it anymore,

so if you can't fix it,

I'll have

to start charging people.

Come on, Josh. Mate,

you know as good as anyone

with no mine, there is

no pub, there's no Josh,

there's no f***in' Goldstone.

Without Furnace Creek,

we'd be a bloody piss stop

on the highway to nowhere.

You know, just like when

the blackfellas were in charge.

You... you heard

of the new expansion license?

Look, you've always

been a good supporter, Josh.

You know, always been

looking for ways

to show my appreciation.

But this one's

major league, mate.

We're talking

a few hundred million dollars

worth of gold, probably more.

I just need to know

if we can count on ya.

Looks like a lot

of trees there, Johnny.

Oh, mate,

that's just for starters.

How about... how about

I look after it for ya

since it's, you know,

it's your first time and all.

Look, I better

get back to it.

All right. Yeah.

You have a good one, eh?

Yeah, you too.

Hey, old man.

I was looking for Maria.

Maria.

Who are you?

My name's Jay.

About six months ago,

your phone was used

to call a police hotline.

It was about an Asian-looking

girl in the desert.

Did you make the call?

And is this her?

Could be.

Where'd you see her?

Under that first tree,

heading out to town.

And what was she doing?

Sittin' in the shade.

Did she look

like she needed help?

Who's that?

Oh, that's Tommy.

Big Land Council boss.

[distant explosion]

[phone rings]

Yeah, what?

Well, f***in' deal with it.

Well, get onto Josh. Ask if

he knows anything about him.

Right?

[horn blares]

[doorbell rings]

Good evening, sir.

Please, sit down.

I'm Anne,

but you can call me Pinky.

How long you

been in town, Pinky?

A few days.

I cruise in for a few weeks

and then I cruise out,

just like you guys.

Are you married?

Not anymore.

I hear ya. Got kids?

A beautiful girl.

Yeah, she passed away last year.

I'm sorry.

Are you a single girl, Pinky?

Yeah, most of the time.

You hear of things

happening out here?

Are you a cop?

Sometimes.

I've heard... stories

about girls getting

caught up in stuff.

But you should know by now that

all roads lead to Furnace Creek.

There's nothing else out here.

I do know one thing for sure,

and that's this land

ain't no place for a young girl.

I'll be gentle.

Maybe next time.

There is...

no...

next... time.

[gunfire]

[grunting]

[gunfire continues]

F***!

[motorcycle starts]

[rides away]

Jeez, you don't

mess around, do ya?

[whistles]

SGs.

They meant business.

You wanna make a statement?

Are you gonna tell me

what you're doin' out here?

I know you ain't

out here on no holiday.

Who sent ya?

Missing Persons.

Well... I'm gonna tell ya now,

there must be some mistake.

We got no missing

persons out here.

Seems to me like

a big old waste of time.

You should probably just

turn that old rust

bucket of yours around and...

head back

to where you came from.

That's for you.

From the Region Commander.

You wanna argue about it,

you can give 'em a call

and you can sort it out.

But I'm guessing you don't want

any extra attention out here.

Well, I can tell you now

I ain't got time

to be anybody's cattle dog,

especially yours.

Anyway...

old Ruby Rose,

she's as mad as hell.

Wants you out of here

quick as a snail's fart.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Best get packin'.

It's all off-grid.

Gas fridge and stove.

It's a bit rough,

but should be quiet enough.

What's the old Winchester for?

Mostly wild dogs.

And whatever else

comes out of the desert.

Ferals around here

have been mixing

with the dingos.

Making some crazy half-breed.

Wilder than the purebreds.

Twice as cunning.

Just a word of warning.

You see, out here...

folks don't take

too kindly to outsiders.

So if you do want

to go lookin' around,

just be careful

where you step.

There's plenty

of snakes about.

[door closes]

[plane passing overhead]

[vehicles approaching]

Take your hands off your gun!

Take your hands

off your f***ing gun!

Now drop to your knees slowly!

Put your hands on your head.

Put your hands

on your f***in' head!

[woman speaking

foreign language]

Go.

[Johnny] How're ya goin'?

You can call me Johnny.

Can I get you

a cold refreshment?

You want a soft drink? Beer?

Do you realize you

were... intercepted well

within a restricted area?

You know, it's a f***in'

dangerous worksite out here.

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