[phone ringing]
[suspenseful music]
- This is Bryan Mills. Now it's your turn to talk.
[voice mail beeps] - Mackenzie,
pick up your goddamn phone. It's urgent.
Call me.
* *
[screams]
* *
[phone dialing]
[phone ringing]
- Hey, it's Lewis. Leave a message.
[voice mail beeps]
- Hey, man.
Listen, I'm sorry to call you again,
but I've got good news, all right?
I need you to get Paige moving on the passport and cards now.
I found a way to get the money together
without even leaving town.
All I need is a few more weeks,
and I'm gonna have all of it.
Nobody knows what they're doing around here.
So listen, go ahead and tell Paige to get moving,
'cause this is a done deal.
All right. I miss you, brother.
I'm gonna see you soon.
* *
[cheery vocal music]
* *
[knock on door]
- Heyo.
- There better be a few hundred chop-chop dollars with this.
- Uh, any minute now. - Agnes is late.
- Well, Agnes is a crook.
- Do you really believe how much she says she's making?
- No.
- Maybe you need to dig a little deeper.
- Okay, Nancy Drew. Anyway, need anything else?
- Yeah, no.
- What?
- Yeah, no.
- Which means yeah?
- No. [sighs]
- That's it. I'm calling the doctor.
- I'm fine.
- Really? Because--
- I've been to the doctor at Paradise Cove a bunch.
- And what did they say?
- He says it's just my period.
- But you don't think so.
- Hey, Rev?
Hello?
[knock at door] - I'll be right back.
Hey there, uh, Aidan.
Not a great time, man.
- Just two minutes, Rev?
Look. - What?
- I'm really sorry. - About what?
- Your wife, mate.
- Oh! Yeah, right, thanks.
Is that it?
- I realize the horrible timing of this,
and if you wanna talk about it some other time,
I completely understand.
- No, what's up?
Uh, we're getting married, Pipes and I.
- Yeah, I know. Congratulations.
- Thank you, thanks. And I wanna do it right.
You know, build my house on the rock and not the sand.
- I'm sure you will. - And obviously, we'll get you
to do the actual wedding.
But we wanna do some of those premarital sessions too.
- Uh, what? - You know, have the talks,
get things in the right order, all that kind of stuff.
I mean, you do do those, right?
- Of course. But, well, um,
have a seat, will you?
- Let's start. Great.
- Absolutely.
The important thing to remember, Aidan,
is not to rush it.
Marriage is a really, really big deal,
and I don't know if you know this, but most marriages--
they end in divorce or adultery.
[quirky music]
- Sure, but we're pretty solid, Rev.
- No, I hear you. I do.
And I'm not saying that you're wrong, per se.
Uh, I'm just saying that, um, marriage, statistically,
is, uh--
well, it's a bad idea.
* *
- Maybe.
But I love her, Rev.
So I'm all in on my bad idea.
- [chuckles] - All right, I'll get
out of your hair. Thank you so much,
and I will see you when I'm looking at you.
- Absolutely. - Thanks again.
- See ya.
* *
Great. Even for a crook,
this is ridiculous.
Not coming to us, I'm going to her.
[rhythmic knocking on door]
* *
- Hi. Package for the poor.
- Yeah, thanks, partner.
Hey, hold on.
This is light.
In fact, it's very light. - Oh, is it?
Oh, well, I'll give you the other half next week.
- No, no, no, no. I don't think you understand
how this works. - Oh, I do, padre.
I just don't have it right now, okay?
- Right, so let me get this straight.
You store and pack tobacco for 17 farmers?
You sell to a consortium in the city,
and you can't come up with a measly couple of grand?
- Well, I'm glad you can wrap
your little American brain around it.
- I'm just having trouble with the math.
- Oh, shall I get a piece of paper
and a couple of colored Crayons, maybe?
- Do I look like I'm joking?
The price of tobacco is going up.
- Yeah, and our money's going down.
- Mm, now I see. You're letting yourself
get screwed. - Now, that's none of your
flaming business, padre.
- If you can't pay me, it becomes my flaming business.
- Oh, yeah?
So what are you gonna do about it, padre?
- I'm gonna go down to your farm and--
uh, where's my hearse?
[western music]
- Whoo!
* *
[cows mooing]
* *
Whoo!
* *
- * I'm walking in Memphis *
* *
- * And I said *
* *
Oh!
[horn honks]
* *
- Morning, Pete!
See ya. - Cam!
[tires squeal]
- You little...
* *
[walkie-talkie beeps] - Piper to Rahane, over.
- Oy.
- I've got something.
- What? - Piper!
Piper!
- I'll call you back, boss. - It's--
It's Cameron again! He's gone too far this time.
- What is it? - He's--he's stolen
the church hearse. That boy's the devil incarnate!
You better arrest him this time.
- Location, Peter?
* *
- Hey, fellas. - Oy, Mar--
- Shut up, James.
Right, plants come up here, go in there to dry.
What else you wanna know?
- Everything. Walk me through.
So the front is totally legit? You actually do farm fish?
- Yeah, a few.
- But not the tobacco--
at least, not yourselves?
- No, just dry and transport.
- Where are the farms? - Everywhere.
- I haven't seen any.
- Yeah, well, they're well-hidden and small.
- Put 'em together, and you get volume.
- Yep. We rotate the stock
through in batches.
- Cops don't come looking?
- Nah, not the real ones--
too far away from the met.
You see, perfect growing weather
and away from prying eyes.
- What do you do for transport?
- Just a truck. All our eggs in one basket.
- Farmers' fees?
- Commission on the percentage of volume.
It's pretty straightforward.
- And what about labor costs?
- Oh, it's just the price of feeding these two
bullock-shorn giants out here.
- I like what I see, Agnes.
And you're not running a tobacco farm.
You're operating a network.
You're really in the driver's seat here.
- What does that mean?
- It means that you can get a better deal.
It means you need to raise your prices.
- Yeah, my prices were plenty until you came along
and started charging me rent. - [chuckles]
Here's how this works--
they need your product, because people are always gonna
want cheaper cigarettes. That's called "demand."
But what you have here, they can't do anywhere else.
That means that you have cornered a market.
So what we're gonna do is hold it all back until they come
to the negotiating table,
and that is called "choking supply."
- Hey, you don't wanna rock
the boat with these people, Rev.
Believe me. - So the problem, partner,
is that your boat's got a leak, and it's sinking.
What time is Benny due at the church for pickup?
- 5:00. - Today?
- Set your watch, boy. - Great.
- But if you send Benny away from the church,
with an empty truck, people will come.
- I'm countin' on it.
* *
[suspicious music]
* *
- [sighs]
* *
- [whispers] I can do this.
I can do this.
* *
Charmaine?
- Hey.
- What can I do for you?
- You look amazing.
Y-you look fit.
- [speaks French]
- Bonjour. - It take it you'll enjoy
pinot noir this afternoon? - Thank you, Jean-Luc.
Let's do the '83, though, today.
- And for your guest?
- Oh, uh, do you have chardonnay?
- You'd like the chardonnay menu?
- Start her off with the
Domaine Roulot Bourgogne Blanc 1990.
- Monsieur Mills.
- Darling, wow. [chuckles]
- What, a guy can't like grapes?
- Well, I mean, it's a bit of a departure from camping
at Lake Michigan, drinking Communion wine.
[romantic piano playing]
Listen, darling, I made a mistake.
I don't expect you to take me back much,
not after what I did.
All I ask is that you find somewhere
in your big, generous heart.
Dear, why, ever since you left,
I've been so lonely.
- Lonely?
With Greg?
- You don't understand what it's like to be lonely.
You've always had your congregation.
Your life has been surrounded by people,
but mine hasn't.
I--I--
I don't need an answer now or anything,
but if you could just give it some thought.
- Give what some thought? - Me?
Us? [chuckles]
Second chance?
- Charmaine, you left me
at an airport with divorce papers.
Can you comprehend how coldhearted that was?
You broke my heart.
Char, you broke my heart.
And now you just wanna come in here, we'll have some wine,
and you think everything's just gonna be okay?
- No, no, no, no. Of course not.
I--
I just came here to talk. [chuckles]
Don't you wanna talk?
[suspenseful music]
* *
- We can talk.
* *
- Well then,
why don't we order a bottle?
[easygoing music]
* *
- Forgive me if I don't stay for scones.
- Understood.
* *
See ya. [car door closes]
- Hooroo.
* *
- Hey there.
- What are you doing with her?
- Uh, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
- Hmm.
Don't suppose you know where your vehicle is,
do you, Reverend?
- I was hoping that you could enlighten me.
* *
- [laughing]
* *
- Cameron?
Really?
- Cameron, really.
- Well, look, I'm not gonna press charges or anything.
I mean, honestly, I don't even care.
- That's not how it works around here, Chicago.
- But you're sure that it's him?
- Cameron steals cars all the time,
takes 'em for a spin, fixes them up, and puts 'em back.
- He puts them back?
- It's slightly annoying if you're about to drive
to the airport.
But most of the time, they come back with a polish
and a full service.
- Then what is the problem?
- Peter reported it.
Technically, it is theft, and technically, I'm a cop.
So... - Yeah.
- What did Agnes want?
- Yeah, I'm not telling you that.
- I'm a police officer. - I'm a reverend.
- But you have to report things if they're illegal, right?
- Hmm, kind of a grey area.
- [scoffs]
- So the party the other night was pretty fun, huh?
- What?
- You know, the party where you got engaged?
- Yeah, I know. It's the best night of my life.
- Good.
- It is good. - Yeah.
- I'm excited.
- Great.
You can bring all that excitement
to the sessions. - Sessions?
- The premarital sessions. Aidan came to see me about 'em.
- He what?
- Yeah.
Oh, there he is.
* *
[tires squeal]
* *
[police sirens wailing] What are you doing?
* *
- Oh...
- What the hell, Cameron?
- You spooked him. Turn it off.
- No. - He's gonna keep running.
* *
- Wow, he can drive.
- Pull over. Cameron, pull over.
- He can't hear you.
* *
Oh.
* *
Whoa. Whoa!
- Hang on.
* *
- Oh, he stopped. He stopped.
Oh, he stopped!
Let's go.
[tire spinning]
- Oh...
- Get out of the car, Cam. Quit it!
- You gonna do something? - I'm waiting him out.
- That's your plan? - Have you got a better one?
- [sighs]
Just give me two minutes.
- Stay in the car. - Nope.
Two minutes.
Ah, geez. Hey, Cam,
take your foot off the gas!
- All right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Yeah, stop.
Look, I'm gonna get in there with you, all right?
- Y-yeah.
Hi. - Hey, buddy.
- Hi. Reverend, am I screwed?
- Well-- - I'm screwed.
I'm screwed.
- Yeah, maybe a little.
- [sighs] Okay.
Look, I wanted to surprise you. - Yeah, no, you did that.
But the problem is--is that you also surprised Peter and Piper,
who is technically a cop. - But I had to speed.
I had to speed. I was testing out
the steering wheel, which is shot.
- Yeah, I know, I know, right?
And the brakes are totally worthless--
- Oh, what's going on there? - Yeah, I don't know.
But, look, it doesn't matter, all right?
All of that is in the past.
What we need to focus on is the next bit,
because that is what we can actually change.
- Okay. - Yeah?
Take a deep breath. - What about--
- Actual deep breath. - [inhales deeply]
- There you go. - [exhales deeply]
- There. Just follow my lead, all right?
- What? We're getting out?
Am I coming out?
- Don't I feel like an idiot? - Yeah, why is that?
- Yeah, well, it just slipped my mind that I had actually
asked Cam to take the hearse for a spin for me, you know,
to check out the steering and the brakes and the, you know,
all the things on the thing. Mm-hmm.
- Is that right? - Yes, that is right.
I mean, it must've been the jet lag and the stress
and the prayers that just made my brain all...
[blows raspberry] - Jet lag, huh?
- Yep. Yeah, it really sticks with you
sometimes. I mean, you know,
it's--you know? - Yeah.
- So no theft at all then? - No, no.
No.
He asked me to speed.
- Really? - Mm-hmm, yeah.
I was just calling in a favor for my little buddy over here.
- Rev, I need you to stay very still.
- Mm-hmm. Okay.
- Don't move. - Hey, Pipe.
- There's a snake behind you. You need to--
- Ah! God! [snake hisses and bites]
[gunshot fires]
Cameron, help me get him into the car right now.
- Ah, that-- - That looks like a taipan.
Breathe. - Rev.
- We're gonna get you to the car.
- Rev. - [screaming]
- Cameron, get the door. - Okay.
- Okay, Rev, it's okay.
Up here. Stay with him.
[both stammering]
- Hey, Rev, Rev. Rev, you're okay.
[indistinct chatter]
- I'm sorry. - Rev, rev, rev, you're okay.
Okay, okay. Hey, Pipe, Pipe, come on.
Come on, come on. - Out the way.
- Yep, it's a taipan.
- [gasping] I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
- What? - Cameron, what I'm about
to tell you to do is very much a one-time thing.
- What, what? - Cameron, look,
get in the driver's seat.
[instrumental music]
- [wheezing]
* *
- Piper, do you copy? - Is that the--the thing--
- Get it. - Oh, okay.
Hello? Yep, hello?
- Piper? - Yeah, sort of.
Um, can I take a message?
- Situation update on the Cameron Nettlebeck
vehicle theft? - Uh, yeah, it's all good.
It's all right. It's all sorted.
Thank you. Bye.
- Cameron! - Yeah, I--yeah, I'm going.
I'm going. Where are we going?
We going to the dock, or are we going to Paradise Cove?
- We don't have much time.
Go straight to Grace's. - Yeah, you got it, boss.
Grace? Grace, it's Cam.
- What's up, Cam?
- Uh, the Rev got bit by a taipan,
and we're heading to yours.
- Jeez. Taipan?
My place is too far.
I'll meet you at the manse. - Okay, okay, copy that.
[tires squeal]
[western music]
- Come on, Rev.
Breathe steady. Breathe steady.
- [wheezing]
- Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Hey, eyes on me. - Hey, hey, Rev.
- Eyes on me.
- Get him up on the table. - Yeah.
- Careful, cuz.
Cam, Cam. - Yep.
- Lift. - Come on, Rev.
- Easy.
- Hilton, grab some towels and water.
Let's try and keep the rev alive, yeah?
- Stay with us, Rev. Stay with us.
Okay.
- [shallow wheezing]
- Cam, go get the snake. - The whole snake?
- Snake, snake, the whole-- - Yeah, okay.
- We got you.
[suspenseful music]
- [shallow wheezing]
[dramatic music]
[knocking on door]
* *
[knocking at door]
* *
- Oh, come on.
That's it. Good boy.
That's it.
[knocking at door]
Come on! I'm freezin' out here.
Come on! [bangs on door]
- [shallow wheezing]
- Hey, Grace. - Mm-hmm?
Oh, yeah, that's a taipan.
[banging on door] - Open the door, Paulo.
Come on. Go, open up!
Paulo?
Paulo!
You little shit! [grunts]
Hey!
Paulo, you little bastard!
- When was he bit?
- [shallow wheezing]
- At least 20 minutes ago.
- That doesn't give me much time.
- Time for what?
- Mum, time for what?
- We don't keep any antivenom
outside of the regional hospitals.
* *
Rev.
- [shallow wheezing]
- Rev, can you hear me?
- What happened?
- You're a lucky, lucky man.
That was a dry bite-- no venom.
- Betray that snake must be his totem, eh, or what?
- [groans] - He's looking after you,
brother. Taipan Mack, uce.
- It's a sign.
You've been given a second chance.
There must be a reason for that, hey?
* *
[lively dance music]
- [giggling]
Everybody gets out of the limousine,
and it's just me and the prime minister of Australia.
Yes, yes, and you think I'm a talker?
This guy? Whoo.
Just--[mimics rambling]
I feel like we solved a lot of problems that night.
I mean, not just for Australia, globally.
- Mm-hmm. - I miss your globes.
- I did say--that was out loud.
That was out loud. I apologize.
Let's get more wine.
- Can we have more? - Jean-Luc!
Jean-Luc, or maybe-- - Come dance with me.
- I'm dancing, I'm dancing. - Come on.
[laughter]
- Let's go. - Let's go, baby.
- I feel like a leopard. Look at this.
I'm hunting you. Rawr!
Yeah! [laughter]
- * You got me in a spin *
* Whoa, now *
- Rev?
Rev.
- Hey. - Here you go, Taipan Mack.
- [sighs] I'm kind of hoping that name
doesn't stick, though.
- I'm sorry, it stuck.
Don't need Twitter out here for things to get around.
- [chuckles]
- I, um, I found this in the other room.
Hope it's okay.
- I mean, it's not my usual color.
- It's all I could find.
[chuckles]
- I don't understand.
I mean, your mom said there is no venom, right?
So... - Mm-hmm?
- What the hell happened to me?
- Sure, I guess you had a panic attack.
- I don't have panic attacks.
- [chuckles] Apparently, you do now.
[dramatic music]
* *
It was nice what you did, you know?
For Cameron.
* *
Mum's made linguini.
- Here? - She had to use
tinned tomatoes,
and you're out of olive oil.
- We had olive oil?
- Mm-hmm.
* *
- Wait, shit. Is that the time?
- Yup, late lunch.
I'll wait outside. I'll leave this here.
[quirky music]
* *
- Ooh. - Ah.
- There he is. - Hey.
- Whoo. - You got lucky tonight,
mister. - Why?
Are you gonna arrest me? - Yeah, but not today.
- Oh, okay, thanks. [chuckles]
- Hey, you guys, I just wanna thank you
for everything you did today.
- Yeah, welcome to the tropics. [chuckles]
- Grace, you, especially. Thank you.
- Ah, snakebites, croc attacks, Rev--I'm your guy.
- Hearse is out in front, Rev.
That thing steers like the "Titanic."
- Yeah, doesn't it? - Um, thanks, I owe you one.
Uh, listen, everybody, um, this looks amazing,
but I'm sure that you guys have a lot of places to be, right?
- Yep, but you eat first.
This here is medically prescribed linguini.
[chuckles]
Sit. - Yes, ma'am.
- So, Rev, your wife doesn't like the beach,
or she doesn't like you?
- [chuckles] - Mum.
- What she was here, for what, one night?
- Uh, there were some underlying issues.
- So you're available?
There's some lovely girls here in Clump.
I could make you a bit of a list.
- Mum, are you for real?
- Well, it's awfully a big house you got here.
- He's a reverend, Mum.
- What about Amy?
- Mum. - What?
She's single.
- His wife left three minutes ago,
I think, is more the point.
- Grace, this pasta looks-- it looks...
[yawning] Heavenly. 'Scuse me.
Sorry, I'm fine.
Um, um-- - You need more rest.
- No, no, no, no. Let's, um, let's eat.
Yeah, come on.
- All right, everyone out.
Out. Come on.
Up. The rev needs his rest.
Come on, you all. Back to my place.
- Aw, thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.
- Hey, I'm glad, you know, you didn't die.
- Thanks. - Or worse.
- Yeah.
- [grunts]
- My sister's with a good man, Rev.
- Sorry?
- Aidan, that's my best mate.
- Okay?
- Listen, I understand that your marriage fell apart,
and I'm sorry for that,
but you're barking up the wrong tree with Piper.
* *
[car engine running]
- Oh, damn.
- You the holy man? - You Benny?
- Yep, Agnes sent me.
- No fish tonight, Benny. - Sorry?
- There's been a disturbance in the supply chain--
just a few wrinkles to iron out.
[western music]
- My bosses weren't aware of any wrinkles.
- Well, that's why I'm here--
to bring it to everyone's attention.
* *
- Most people wouldn't want their attention.
- Well, that's the thing, Benny.
I'm not like most people.
- [sighs] Rahane,
the plantations are small, but they're all over the place.
I think this is the tip of the iceberg.
I think we're looking at a network, boss.
- All right, now, just stop.
- This has something to do with Agnes.
Traffic movement to and from the Barramundi farmers
suggest that she's-- - Listen, we've raided Agnes.
- Yes, but at the wrong time. - Piper, this is all
excellent police work. - Yes, it is.
- But now you have to stop.
- What do you mean?
- Listen, I'm not meant to tell you this, okay?
But you're backing me into a corner.
- Okay?
- There is an operation in play,
too big for us, being run out of Brizzie.
This is high-level, big time. - Good!
- Yeah. - So let's talk to them.
- No, 'cause you got a job to do here,
and it's not investigating organized crime.
- That's weird, because I thought I was a police officer.
- You're a brilliant cop, no doubt.
But you are not a detective anymore.
Listen to me.
They're going after the big fish on this.
And we can't destabilize an operation
they've already got in play. - Boss, I'm so close,
I can feel it. - Piper, please.
You need to stop.
[dramatic music]
* *
[engines revving]
* *
- Hey, good morning, fellas.
Can I help you?
- I hope so.
How do I keep this short, Reverend?
We work for a guy who has a good arrangement
with the people here,
except... [sighs]
Yesterday, truck comes back, only it's empty.
- [grunts] [wheezes]
[groans]
- [sniffs] You are a long, long way out of your depth.
- [grunts] - So...
What's gonna happen now is that you're gonna go back
into your little church,
and you're gonna extract yourself
from a situation that you've got no business in.
And things are gonna go back to just being how they were.
You understand?
Good man.
* *
- [grunts]
* *
Yeah, nah.
- What's that? - I said, "Yeah, nah."
It means "no," apparently.
The deal sucks, guys.
- We say anything about a negotiation?
- Uh, it's always negotiation.
You see, I have the product, you need the product,
and sorry, you don't know where it is.
But hey, what's done is done, right, guys?
So why don't we focus on the impact that we can have
moving forward? - Excuse me?
- 40%, 30 for the farmers, 10 for the church.
- Is this American sense of humor?
'Cause I'm not laughing.
- No, I'm not really all that funny.
No, we're gonna call it a tithe--
money for the work of the Lord.
Look, guys, the tobacco is good,
it's always on time, you get it criminally cheap,
and it's not something that you could reproduce further south,
even if you wanted to. So the way I see it,
with tobacco prices rising, it's not so much a matter
of you finding a new producer
as it is me finding a new buyer.
[suspenseful music]
* *
- I don't know whether you're brave, or you're stupid.
- It's a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.
- All right.
I need to make a call.
- Yeah, no, you do that. But that's not gonna work.
No, you're gonna wanna head down to the caravan park.
There's a reliable phone there. Don't--please,
don't get me started.
Uh, hey, guys, it's Sunday, and, uh--whoo--
I work on Sundays, so after you have a chat with your boss,
why don't you meet me at the beach bar,
and we can settle things out from there?
All right, good. Yeah, oh, it's a gorgeous spot.
Yeah, have a couple of beers. Ask for Harry.
He'll set you up with a nice table.
It's wonderful, I promise.
Hey, don't get too drunk without me.
[door shuts]
- [weakly] Yeah?
- Hey there.
Have you even moved?
- What's that?
- This is breakfast
or a really early lunch.
You gotta eat something.
Listen, if you wanna talk about any of this...
I'll listen.
I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to,
but I'm here, and it's okay.
- I...
I get pain.
Some days, I can't move, and sometimes, I'll wake up
on the floor and check the time to see
how long I've been passed out for.
I can't go to school. I...
I can't do anything.
But honestly, that's not even the worst part.
Nobody believes me.
You know, I take more painkillers in a week
than most people take in a year,
and everyone thinks that I take them just to get high,
and I really don't.
Cam's the only one that takes it seriously,
but even then...
He doesn't really understand.
It's lonely.
Pain is lonely
because no one believes me.
- I believe you.
- Rev, something is wrong with me,
and no one knows what it is.
- Okay.
So let's figure it out.
- I know.
- Every question's got an answer.
It's out there somewhere. You just gotta know
where to look.
- Okay.
- I mean, you're my business partner,
and this is a business matter, so...
We'll figure it out.
- How?
- I have a guy.
[dramatic music]
* *
I wasn't always a reverend.
There was a time in my life
where I was headed in the wrong direction,
a time before I came here to this Australian beach
and stood before you in this old pulpit.
Now, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I believed that
because of what my life had been up to that point,
because of what I had been,
then that was what I was destined to be.
Man, I carried my demons around with me like a backpack.
But what I didn't know
was that the demons I carried around,
the demons that dictated my choices,
weren't necessarily even my demons to carry.
And yet, they dictated every decision I made
until I became them.
But friends, if we can find belief in ourselves
that we can change, then we can change.
We can break free of what came before,
because we are all deserving of a second chance--
and third and a fourth and a fifth and a fiftieth.
Now, giving others a second chance isn't easy.
No.
And giving ourselves a second chance is even harder.
Second chances are not a concession.
They're a victory,
because if we can find it within ourselves
to forgive ourselves,
then we can go out, forgive others,
and then maybe, just maybe...
That gives us all a chance to walk a little lighter.
* *
[metal detector whirring]
- Evening, Rev.
- Thanks, man.
- You can forget 40%. - Aw, relax, big guy.
I wasn't expecting 40. - [chuckles]
- Because-- - Rising transport cost
and the increased difficulty in evading law enforcement.
- [sighs]
So what we are authorized to offer you is--
- 10%, and I am gonna tell you
that 10% is simply not going to work, so that leaves you
with a choice. You can either go back
to the one working phone in this town and call your boss,
and tell him that you're gonna have to start all over again,
or you can show a little bit of initiative,
because this delay is killing you guys,
and I'm sure that he's not gonna wanna hear
another bad news phone call.
So you stretch to 20% for the farmers,
10% for the church, you enjoy these beautiful beers
by this beautiful beach, and you are back on your bikes,
giving the news to your boss.
I mean, you're not crazy about the 30%, but the fact is,
the deadlock is cleared,
the profit is back on the shelves,
and the supply line is safe and sustainable
for another generation of tropical tobacco farmers,
and that sounds like a job well done,
don't you guys think?
- Our boss is, uh--
he's okay with this arrangement,
'cause he managed to find some savings
by cutting into a piece of the pie.
- That's good of him.
- It was our piece of the pie.
- Well, economies can be-- - Brutal.
Economies can be absolutely brutal.
- Yeah.
See you guys later.
* *
- I feel so satiated.
Oh.
Honey.
You taking a tinkle?
No.
[church bells ring]
[suspenseful music]
* *
No. She took it all!
No!
No, no, no, no,
no, no!
* *
[cheery vocal music]
* *