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- What's going on?

- This reo's not the right size.

No, f*** that, mate.

Get them to pull up some reo.

Hey, Charlie, pull up some reo

from the breached wing. Bring her down.

Come on, all of you!

- They're not the same size!

- No, just do it, will you?

- I'm pulling the plug, Ray!

- What?

- A bloke down south can take it now.

- No, no, this'll be done in a few minutes.

Mate, in a few minutes,

it's going to be a f***ing swimming pool.

- Jesus, Barney.

- Can't keep this sh*t turning all day, mate.

- Barney!

- Let it go, Ray.

F***!

I'm sending these boys home.

Hello?

Who is this?

Is she?

Where's Rita?

She's in the shower.

F***, I don't know, mate.

How long does a shower take, five minutes?

Yeah, I know it was wet, Barney,

but it was just a basic slab job.

Yeah, well, you wanna go pouring

in conditions like that, you're an idiot.

You'd be tearing the whole thing up again.

I'm going to have to come back.

You know, I've got a bunch

of really big jobs on next week, right?

- It's f***ing Christmas time.

- I make the decision, I live with it.

Ray, don't tell me how I should run things.

Okay, okay. Just how soon

can we get you back out here?

Well, seems we missed our window

this week.

- You got your cash...

- No, no, I need it done this week,

- not next week.

- Sorry, mate, no can do.

- Just be ready next time.

- Barney...

- Hi.

- Gary.

Ray, hi. Mind if I take a moment

of your time here, mate?

No, that's okay, Gary. Just grab a chair.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I'm here on a little matter

regarding Leonard Long.

It's been four days since anyone's seen him.

Really?

I had a look about inside his place.

Yeah? Any clues?

Just that the guy likes porn.

But don't tell anyone I...

His work manifest says

this was the last place he was on the job.

Ordered a part for a tip truck.

Yeah, he finished up here Christmas Eve.

It was an alternator.

Anything I should know?

Not that I can think of at the moment,

but if anything comes to mind,

I'll let you know.

Might ask around a few of the boys,

if that's okay.

Yeah, yeah, go for it.

Talk about dusting off police procedure.

I feel kind of bad,

but it's nice to finally have stuff to do.

Bit of a fire. Bit of death, now this.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah, good on you, mate.

- Hello?

- Yeah, it's Chris.

Yeah, I know who it is.

We need to meet.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

- Hey, Barn.

- Hey, Jake, how're you doing, mate?

- Good to see you. Excuse me.

- Hang tight.

- Hi. How are you?

- Jenny, this is my wife, Lauren.

Hey, Ray? Ray? Would you mind

grabbing a couple of bottles

of champagne from the garage, mate?

- Sure.

- Thanks. Cheers.

Just going to the loo.

She's her mum's baby when she does that.

Ray, we're in trouble.

Greg and Eddie have been to Leonard's.

They're on to us, Ray.

If Leonard does know something,

- it's just a matter of time...

- No, no. The police came around.

No one's seen him.

Everyone just thinks he's taken off.

Why would he take off?

Well, he broke into the site. Maybe...

Have you guys seen Mia?

- No.

- Not here.

Greg is not going to stop, Ray.

- Carla...

- I'll get the money

- and I'll meet you at your office.

- Listen to me.

- We can be interstate by morning.

- I can't.

Not yet.

If we don't leave soon,

something's going to happen.

I know it.

Carla, we should get back.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

Muz!

All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll let you go out.

Did you write this, huh? Did you write this?

Is that your perfume? You sent this to me,

didn't you? You sent this to me!

No, I didn't!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Please don't rape me.

I wasn't going to hurt you.

I thought that you were blackmailing me.

I thought it was you. I'm sorry.

Why did you let it happen?

Why didn't you call it off?

Hey!

Hey!

Not yet, boys.

- What?

- Sorry.

Water out, the grid back down,

then you can break.

Pushing on. Let's go!

- Hi, Barney.

- Gidday, mate.

There you are, that's it. That's the last of it.

Let's just hope we can trust

that weather page, eh?

Yep.

Hey, Jake, can you sort that out?

Dopey's done it again!

- We'll need to get the trucks in, eh?

- Yep.

Come on. Put some grunt in there!

F***! You're on top of him. Reverse back!

Reverse back!

You're on top of him.

I'll drag him out. Drag him out. Drag him out.

No, it'll take too long.

Bring one of your trucks down and get

those f***ing cement trucks out of the way.

- Come on!

- Keep those legs together. Wrap that round.

On my call. All right? One, two, three, up.

Right, mate. Get him on the tray.

Hold that tight.

Got him under there.

It's all right, mate. It's all right.

Hey, hey, boys, they got him.

They got him, okay?

- Let's just move this f***ing thing.

- This is bullshit.

What, haven't you ever seen

anyone get injured before, huh?

Come on, back to work.

Well, what do you want me to do,

declare a public f***ing holiday?

He's taken care of, for Christ's sake.

Back you go.

- Come on, start this f***ing thing!

- What the f***'s got into you?

- Jesus, mate.

- We've got things to do, okay?

Things have got to be f***ing done

and finished.

The concrete's not just going to pour itself,

is it?

Hey! You! Where the f*** do you think

you're going? Get back here.

- Move them out!

- You...

Barney, mate, mate, just give me a minute.

We'll move this thing... F*** it!

F*** it!

F*** it. Jake.

Jake.

Mr. Smith. What can I do you for?

Wanted to have a word with you.

Can you give us a minute?

What was all that about today?

That was some performance, Ray.

All the boys are saying

you should get an Academy Award.

Sorry, mate. I'm just under a bit of pressure

at the moment, you know?

Are you calling in deals?

Is that what this is about?

No, no, no. God, no. It's just the schedule.

You know what Hubbard's like.

Go home, Ray. Get some rest.

So, how's Leonard?

I mean Charlie. Any word?

If there's any change, I'll let you know.

All right.

He comes home Christmas Eve,

makes a couple of calls,

takes the bike and seemingly nothing else.

Excuse me.

Gidday, Uncle Gil. What's going on?

Really? Okay, hold on. I'll take a ride down.

Where're you going?

Jesus Christ, Smithy.

Walk up and scare the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, where're you going?

I'm visiting my brother.

I know about the calls.

What?

Don't you dare.

- Don't you f***ing insult me.

- Hey, hey...

- Don't you f***ing insult me.

- Hey, hey, I got nothing to hide, mate.

Now, you listen to me. I got a message

from him, asking me to call him.

I did. He never got back to me.

Where is he?

Did you hear what I just said? I don't know.

- Where is he?

- I don't f***ing know.

- Where the f*** is he?

- Honest to God!

F***, I don't have a f***ing clue, Smithy.

What, you think me and Leonard

f***ed you over?

All right. Well, why would I

take you to his house, then, if I was in...

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