Fear Below (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[menacing orchestral flourish]

[tense, pulsating music]

[vehicle rattling along]

[Shaun sniffs]

-[loud thump]

-[men grunt]

Oh, jeez!

[panicked shouting]

-[Shaun] Oh, no, no, no! No!

-sh*t!

-Back up, goddammit!

-I'm on it, I'm on it!

[engine revving]

[tense music builds]

[Bull] What happened,

Shaun-boy?

Sorry, Bull, it was a pothole.

I didn't see it.

Clean it up, for Chrissake!

-[bullion clinking]

-[Bull] Come on, move it!

[Janusz] Move!

[tense music continues]

[sternly] And lock it

this time.

[lock rattling]

[Bull] Now you drive.

[Janusz] We have to move, Bull!

[Bull] Let's go!

[engine starts up]

-[tense music continues]

-[car rattling along]

[Dwight] sh*t.

How much further?

[Shaun] Here. Sawbridge.

We're nearly there.

-Look out!

-sh*t!

-[tires screeching]

-[Shaun gasps] sh*t!

[both scream]

[Shaun] sh*t!

-sh*t!

-[both scream]

sh*t!

[tires screech]

No, no, no, no, no.

[banging car door]

Agh! It's jammed! It's jammed!

-What do we do?

-Just shut up!

Let me think, let me think!

-Christ!

-Just get out!

-[ominous music builds]

-[gasping]

-Oh, sh*t!

-[Shaun yelps, pants]

[strains]

[boxes crashing]

[grunting]

[water splashing]

f*ck!

[water bubbling]

[Bull] Get 'em out of there.

[men spluttering, coughing]

Talk fast, Dwightie.

What could I do?

It was standing in

the middle of the bloody road!

So?

You're supposed to go

through 'em, not around them!

I didn't have time to think,

Bull. I just--

I'm sorry.

[pants]

[stammering] We can get it

out of there, I swear we can.

No one's gonna find it

at least. It's safe for now.

Oh, yeah, it's safe. Hmm?

It's safe...

for all f*cking eternity!

I will get it out of there,

Bull.

I swear on my mother's life,

I will.

-Okay.

-[Dwight breathes heavily]

It's alright, Dwightie.

Alright?

I'll do it myself, yeah?

[ominous music intensifies]

[knife flicking]

[flesh squelches]

[strained groan]

[Dwight gurgling]

[spluttering, gagging]

[lighter flicking]

[Dwight continues spluttering]

What's the plan?

I'm working on it.

Cranes.

Don't they have cranes

for this type of thing?

No cranes.

We'd draw too much attention.

Now, what we need is divers.

-Divers?

-[Bull] Yeah.

You know, with the big helmets

and the rubber togs?

-Find me some f*ck' divers.

-Got it, Bull.

[cigarette splashes]

-[car door closes]

-[ominous music continues]

[car door closes]

[sniffs]

-[engine starts up, idles]

-[Shaun pants rapidly]

[menacing orchestral flourish]

[jarring, uneasy music]

[water bubbling]

-How'd you go?

-No good.

That valve's gonna need

a bigger spring.

[sighs] Dammit. I was hoping

third time would be a charm.

We've never been that lucky.

No. But if anyone can do it,

Jimmy, it's you.

[peppy swing jazz tune

playing over speaker]

[exhales]

Where's Ernie?

[sighs with effort]

Is he still not awake?

[huffs]

He's gonna sleep

the whole day away.

Was he on the sauce again?

All night.

What was it this time?

He wouldn't say.

[Clara sighing]

[door squeaks]

[Ernie snores]

[bottles clang loudly]

[groaning] Oh! Ohh...

Oh... [exhales]

What time is it?

Almost midday.

sh*t! [groans]

[pours liquid]

By the way,

that new hose you ordered

finally arrived.

I paid with a check.

Is that alright?

Will be. Till it bounces.

Ooh, and Jimmy

will have the valve

on helmet two repaired today.

Which means we're all set

and ready to go.

Tell him there's no rush.

We didn't get

the bridge contract.

Why not?

I thought it was settled.

They changed their minds.

They went with the Alberts.

But we can do it better,

and at a better price--

Not anymore.

Not without our own boat.

[sighs heavily]

But how will we afford one

if we keep losing

all of these big contracts?

Yeah, it means I won't be able

to pay ya for last month.

You or Jimmy.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Everything's just gone

to hell in a hand basket.

[Clara sighs softly]

Hey...

[footsteps]

We'll survive.

We always do.

Somehow.

And, look, if the Alberts are

busy for the next three months,

that leave everything for us,

right?

Sure.

If there's anything else.

Always the optimist.

Right. Come on. Get dressed.

Go and help Jimmy

with that valve.

I-I've got to weld

that damn winch on the truck.

-It's come loose again.

-Leave that to me.

I'm not the one

trying to sober up.

Eh, uh-- Just be careful.

[sighs heavily]

[welding iron crackling]

[car approaching]

[engine stops]

[exhales]

[welding iron crackling]

[Janusz clearing throat]

Oh!

Hello. How can I help?

Who is boss here?

Oh, well, um... that's Ernie.

But, um...

he's a little busy right now.

Is there anything

I can help with?

No. We need to speak to him.

Right.

[clears throat] Alright,

well, give me a minute.

[smooth swing jazz tune

playing over speaker]

Ernie.

There's two gentlemen outside.

They want to speak

to the man in charge.

You the boss?

Yes. Ernie Morgan.

Owner/operator.

-Dylan Maddock.

-[Ernie] Mr Maddock.

I hear that you're the bloke

to see about a special job.

Of course!

[swing jazz tune continues]

It's just this way.

Take a seat.

Excuse the mess.

You caught us at a good time.

[door closes]

So you were in the service,

I see.

Royal Navy

during the Great w*r.

Four years. You?

'41 to '42.

Infantry.

We were in North Africa.

Oh! Heard that was

a helluva fight.

[chuckling softly] That it was.

So you, uh,

you been a diver ever since?

Yes. Worked in pearl

and abalone farms.

In the north, mostly.

Ah, there wouldn't be much call

for that round here, surely.

Oh, we do whatever's needed.

Underwater salvage, repairs,

-maintenance, piping.

-[lighter flicks]

Your crew... Are they good?

They're the best.

I run a three-man team,

unless the job requires more.

So what's this,

uh, special job?

It's like this.

Friend of mine,

stupid f*cking idiot he is,

he drove into a river

about 40 miles north of here.

Oh.

Now, inside that car were

some things that belong to me.

The job's simple. Find the car

and bring them back.

What's in the car?

Confidential.

Truth is, Ernie,

in my line of work,

I don't like

a lot of questions.

What's your line of work?

[sharp exhale]

So, what's this gonna cost me?

Ten quid a day, plus expenses.

But not knowing what we're

salvaging... could be more.

We pay two fifty, up front.

[Bull] Plus another two fifty

when the job's done.

But I want no questions, Ernie.

-[menacing music]

-Not from you or your men.

And this job

stays off the books.

That's the deal.

Plain and simple.

Take it or leave it.

[door opens and upbeat jazz tune

playing over speakers]

[tool clinks]

[knock at door]

What was that all about?

That is our next meal ticket,

kiddos.

[jazz tune crescendos, ends]

[Clara] Well, I don't like it.

We should at least know

who it is we're working for.

This is our first paid job

in over four months.

You should

be happy as Larry.

They said no questions,

and that's fine by me.

Yes, but that's

what bothers me.

What are they hiding?

Who are we even working for?

[lowers voice] Listen, kiddo.

If we don't take this job,

we won't last the year.

I'll have to sell up

to pay off my debts.

I don't want to send Jimmy home

with nothing but

the clothes on his back.

-[Clara sighs]

-And what about you?

You think Rod Albert's

gonna hire you?

He doesn't believe women should

even be in the workforce.

Hmm?

Ah.

-What's this?

-That...

is what they're paying us.

-Two fifty.

-Really?

Plus an extra two fifty

when the job's done.

But this means

we can buy a boat.

[whispers] We can buy a boat!

-Yes!

-Oh! Okay, Clara--

-Okay, okay, okay--

-I'm sorry. I can't believe it.

Well, believe it.

That's enough for a boat,

a motorized air pump,

a dive platform,

the whole kit and kaboodle.

We can finally do

that deep-sea dive

you've been pestering me about.

-Are you serious?

-It's a promise.

But only if you stop

giving me the third degree

about this job.

Deal.

Now I'm happy as Larry.

Good-- Good!

[lively Irish folk music]

[music fades]

Hello again.

Follow me.

Okay.

[clicks through gears]

[low, menacing music]

-[music fades]

-[car approaching]

[engine stops]

You got here fast.

I'm impressed.

Come and meet my crew.

-You've meet Clara.

-Hello again.

And this is Jimmy.

Hey, you said you had

a three-man team.

Alright? Not a skirt

and a darkie.

I'm paying you good money,

Ernie.

-For that, I expect the best.

-They are the best.

What's he best at, huh?

Chuckin' spears?

Listen, Jimmy's one of

the best divers in the country.

You're lucky to have him.

Is that so?

So, what makes you the best?

-[Ernie] Jimmy's been on--

-Let the native speak.

Been diving since I was a kid.

Been under water half my life.

And what about you, sweetheart?

It's a bit early for nicknames,

isn't it?

Now, now.

I'm just trying to be pleasant.

[Clara exhales]

Well, I've been

a licensed diver for a year.

Been with the Sea Dogs

for six months.

During the w*r, I was in the

Australian Women's Land Army.

Doing what, huh?

Feeding the chooks?

[men snickering]

I worked the

shipyards, factories.

I was cleaning engines.

Before that,

I was a research assistant

at the University of Sydney.

[mocking] Wow.

You're a real smart cookie.

Mmm. Smarter than some.

Well, well, boys...

Despite appearances,

looks like we have Captain Nemo

and his finest on the job.

Let's see what they can do.

[intriguing Irish folk music]

[c*ck screeching]

[Ernie] Okay. Let's get

you two in the water.

Well, don't you

want me up top?

I don't want to go fumbling

around in that muck.

I figured you would.

Well, you figured right.

Great. Let's go.

[soft grunt]

[music continues]

[music fades]

When should we tell them

what's in the boxes?

[Bull] They'll figure it out

soon enough.

-Besides...

-[unsettling music]

...once it's done,

they're dead anyway.

Mm.

[unsettling music continues]

-[water bubbling]

-[unsettling music builds]

[air hissing]

[echoed breathing]

[sounds of water bubbles]

Here we go, gentlemen.

[water bubbling]

[deep breaths echoing]

[sniffs]

[exhales deeply]

[heavy breathing]

-[radio static buzzes]

-Hearing me, kiddos?

[Clara] Roger. Loud and clear.

[Jimmy] Hearing you, boss.

[deep breaths echoing]

[Clara] Visibility is poor.

Can't see more than

a foot or two ahead.

[Ernie] Wait till it gets deep.

Working in a river

is like working in a cave.

[Clara] There's lots of

fallen trees.

Don't snag your line, Jimmy.

[Jimmy] Yep. Copy that.

-[radio static buzzes]

-Coming up to a hundred feet.

You must be getting close.

What's your depth?

[Clara] My guess is

15, 18 feet at most?

[Ernie] Roger that.

Whoa. Did you feel that?

What was it?

[Jimmy] Couldn't tell,

but pretty big.

[eerie, unsettling music]

[unsettling music continues]

[heavy breathing]

Found it!

Jimmy, over here.

Found the van.

Excellent.

[Clara] Ernie, it's landed

on its side.

There's no way we can

winch it out without a crane.

Look, we don't care about

the van - only what's inside.

Clara, can you open it up?

[Clara] No problem.

[Jimmy] Tying off

the guideline now.

[Jimmy] Guideline attached.

[Ernie] Copy that. Good job.

[soft, foreboding music builds]

[Jimmy] Clara, look at this.

[Clara] What have they got

in there?

[Jimmy] A lot of boxes.

[Clara] Boxes of what?

[Jimmy] Let's find out.

[handle clunking]

[Jimmy] Locked.

[Clara] Maybe the key's

still be in the ignition.

Do you reckon

you could reach it?

[Jimmy] Maybe.

[Clara strains with effort]

[Jimmy] The keys are here.

[water bubbles]

[Clara] There are labels

on the boxes.

I can't quite make them out.

-[menacing musical sting]

-[Clara gasps]

[Jimmy] Clara, what happened?

[Ernie] What's goin' on

down there?

[Clara]

Something knocked me over.

[Ernie] What was it?

[Clara] I didn't see.

It just came out of nowhere.

[Clara breathing heavily]

[soft, unsettling music builds]

[Clara heavy breathing]

-[Clara screams]

-[intense menacing sting]

[Jimmy] Clara!

-[menacing music crescendos]

-[Clara panting rapidly]

[Ernie] Clara, talk to me!

Can you hear me?

-[line whips]

-Jesus!

-[gasps sharply]

-[menacing music continues]

[Jimmy]

sh*t! Her air line's come out!

[Clara shrieks

and pants rapidly]

Can you hear me? Clara!

[Clara struggling]

[Clara spluttering]

Christ! Jimmy, you gotta find

her before she runs out of air!

[Jimmy] I'm tracking her.

[intense music]

[intense music continues]

[Ernie, panicked] Jimmy!

What's going on?

[Jimmy] Clara!

Ernie, I found her!

-[Ernie] Good! Okay.

-[Jimmy] Clara! Clara!

She's passed out.

I'm gonna do a blow up.

-[Ernie] Roger that.

-Get ready to pull us in.

-Hey... crank the wheel!

-Go on.

[Jimmy] Here we come.

Faster, come on!

[Jimmy] Clara, hold on.

Hold on.

[straining]

[supsenseful music building up]

[water bubbles]

Oh, kiddo.

God...

Oh, God.

Hey. Hey.

Okay, kiddo.

Okay. Alright.

Hey, hey!

Come on. Come on, wake up.

You can do it.

-[gasps and pants]

-[Ernie] That's it. Slow. Slow.

-[coughs and splutters]

-Oh, that's it. That's it.

Shhh. That's it.

-[Clara gasping for air]

-Look there.

-[Ernie] Okay, okay...

-[Clara panting heavily]

[Ernie] Are you okay, kid?

-Wamba?

-Wamba.

You're kidding me.

A f*cking shark in the river?

It's a bull shark.

It lives in

fresh and salt water.

But what the hell's

it doing up here?

It's 50 miles from the coast.

Bull sharks swim up rivers.

Hundreds of miles.

Have babies,

then swim back out.

The ones that remain upriver

are usually juveniles.

But, judging by its size,

this one's an adult female.

The females

are always bigger.

Alright, so how big

are we talking here?

Ah, 12, 15 feet. Nose to tail.

[Bull] Big deal.

That's not so big.

Well, most bull sharks

are only eight feet.

They're also

the most aggressive.

Oh, well, that's just great.

Isn't this what you divers

deal with every other week?

What, you're telling me

you sh*t yourself

every time a shark turns up,

huh?

Get a load of this, guys.

Professional divers.

Scared of a f*ck' fish!

A bull shark

is not just any fish.

Certainly not one

that's fearless enough

to attack a diver.

I don't care

if it's Moby d*ck in there.

You got a job to do.

Get back to work.

[conversation in Gunwinggu]

My team's not going back in

until that shark's dealt with.

So you want me

to catch it for you?

I don't care who catches it.

But until someone does...

we don't dive.

[under breath] Jesus Christ.

You want this thing caught -

it comes out of your purse.

Saddle up, boys.

Let's go find ourselves

a fisherman.

One with a set of ba*ls.

[Janusz] I know where to go.

[engine starts up]

[intriguing instrumental music]

[Ernie] Hey.

You did good today.

You saved her life.

I'm proud of you.

By the way, did you see

what was inside the van?

Couldn't tell.

Just wooden boxes.

What do you think it is?

I don't know.

But next dive, find out, okay?

[whispers] Oh, Jimmy!

Keep it quiet.

[adventurous music playing]

Knock, knock?

Come in.

Ah, feeling better, kiddo?

Yeah, I'm getting there.

Well, first sign of any

sore joints or headaches,

you let me know, right?

Yes. No, I, um...

-I think I'm okay. Yep.

-Mm.

Um...

Okay.

[soft, poignant music]

You wanna stay up top

from here on, that's fine.

I feel like I let you down.

Let you all down.

Hey. You didn't

let anyone down.

Could've been any one of us.

You're alive. Jimmy's alive.

That's all that matters.

I reckon you could use a drink.

I reckon we all could.

[moody swing jazz tune

playing over speaker]

Any luck?

We found a local fisherman

in town.

He'll be here

first thing tomorrow.

[weary grunt]

Claims to be an expert

catching sharks in this river.

Lucky for you, he works cheap.

That's great.

Helluva first day, hey, lads?

So, how's the drowned rat?

I'm alright. Thanks for asking.

You're welcome.

Are you boys

staying here tonight?

Hell no.

Got a hotel back in town.

It's a sh*t-hole, but...

better than being out here

with the flies and these bugs.

Oh, not afraid of a few bugs,

are you?

Not a drinker, Jimmy-boy?

Oh, that's right - it's not

legal for you lot, is it?

That's a shame.

Why is it ill*gal?

Because the blacks like

getting on the piss too much.

Not as much as you whities.

[soft chuckle]

[speaking in Gunwinggu]

Yeah.

[sighs]

Now, he does make

a good point there, Ernie.

That he does.

Man enough to fight and die

for his country they say,

but not man enough

to buy a beer.

He was in the service?

[Ernie] Yeah, fought

the Japanese. New Guinea.

Ah...

Well, well, well.

[moody swing jazz tune

continues]

[tune ends]

[uptempo jazz tune

playing distantly]

[sighs]

Have you ever been

attacked by a shark?

Oh, yeah. Plenty of times.

Mostly little ones.

They come over,

trying to take a bite.

Is that where

your scar came from?

No. This was from the w*r.

But my uncle was swimming

one day and lost an arm.

From here, down... Gone.

Big, big wamba.

My grandfather was

a great hunter of wamba.

I get my tribal name from him.

Barriakada.

Barri-akad-a?

-Barriakada.

-[whispers] Barri...

He crossed all over my country

with his long spear.

And he cross

every river, hunting,

but wamba,

it's hard to catch.

But if we catch him,

it's good eating.

That's if he doesn't eat you

first. [chuckles softly]

Very lucky she let you go.

Very lucky you found me.

Trick is,

get straight back in the water.

Mmm. Straight back

on the horse, right?

[chuckles softly]

[Bull] That's good advice.

[Ernie rambling in distance]

Jeez, your boss - he sure can

put 'em away, can't he?

[Ernie rambles drunkenly]

Unfortunately, yes.

[sighs heavily]

[Jimmy] I'll deal with him.

Thank you.

[Ernie continues

rambling drunkenly]

It's the local lang--

Do you want some?

Yeah, good.

[Ernie continues rambling]

Yes, why not?

-[Jimmy] Come on.

-[Ernie] Hey!

-[Jimmy] That's enough.

-[Ernie] Huh?

I think you've had enough.

Come on...

[Bull] Where the hell'd your

boss find that kid anyway?

Ernie was working on the pearl

farms a few years ago,

when his hose got disconnected.

It was Jimmy that found him

lying unconscious

on the seabed.

Saved his life.

What about you?

How does a pretty little skirt

get herself

into professional diving?

Same way the boys do.

Don't seem like much fun,

freezing your arse off

in those rubber togs.

I daresay my idea of fun

differs greatly from yours.

So why do it?

The ocean.

It's the last frontier

on Earth.

So few people get to see it.

You know, I was fortunate that

Ernie gave me the opportunity.

Nobody else would.

He your boyfriend?

[sighs heavily] He's my boss.

Hey, just making conversation.

[Clara] Mm.

If you want to know details

about my life,

why don't you tell me

something about yours?

-Like what?

-[inhales deeply]

Like... what business

are you in, exactly?

Men's grooming.

And those boxes,

they're filled with?

Grooming products.

Right.

We've got an early start.

Goodnight.

[jazz tune ends]

[Ernie humming drunkenly]

[grunts]

Oh...

-[Clara] Ernie?

-Mmm.

I'm telling you

there is something wrong here.

I don't trust him.

Same.

He scares the sh*t outta me.

[Clara] Exactly.

Look, we don't know

what's in those boxes,

but it can't be good.

Let's just pack up and go.

Tonight.

We'll give them

their money back.

[slurring] No!

We finish the job.

Ernie.

There will be other jobs.

We can manage without this one.

[exasperated] There are

no other jobs!

We're not leaving.

That's the end of it.

Leave me alone. [moans softly]

Right.

[Clara huffs]

[mysterious instrumental music]

[exasperated sigh]

[mysterious music continues]

[Ernie grunting sleepily]

-Morning.

-Morning.

[horse clopping distantly]

-[horse snorts]

-[Clara] Ernie.

[Sergeant] Good morning.

Sergeant.

[Janusz whispering] Hey.

Well, that's some interesting

equipment you've got there.

Yes.

Uh, we're helping

these gentlemen

recover a car from the river.

Oh. I had no report on that.

Was anyone hurt?

Y-- you'll have to

talk to them.

So... why didn't you

report the accident?

I didn't know I had to.

Was anyone else involved?

Nope. It was just me.

But I got out in time.

Luck of the Irish.

[both chuckle]

Quite.

Well, if you're thinking of

venturing into the river

you ought to be careful.

There are sharks in there.

Yes, we know. We had a nasty

brush with one yesterday.

We're waiting on

a shark catcher. Bob Drummond.

Oh. I know Bob.

He's a good man.

Well, he'll sort you out.

Thanks for dropping by,

officer.

Good luck.

[soft, unsettling music]

[Ernie] Yep.

Ma'am.

Oi! He's here.

[engine whirring in distance]

[muttering] "Out of the boat,"

they say...

He can't be serious.

Hey, young fella...

here you go.

Ah, good morning, gentlemen!

Bob.

Big fella.

So...

who wants to go fishing,

then, eh?

We'll leave that to the expert.

But you bring this baby

back by lunch,

there'll be a fifty quid bonus.

Mmm. You got yourself

a deal there.

Righto.

Right, so,

I guess you all heard about

the Great White caught

off Bondi a few months ago?

It was all in the papers.

That was me.

Right, I caught more sharks

than I can remember.

That's not saying much, but...

All along this stretch

of the river here. Righto?

This was the biggest

bull shark I've ever seen.

Female. They're always bigger.

She could be pregnant. Might

be why she's so aggressive.

Yep. More than likely.

And your, uh,

little diving expedition here

is in her neck of the woods,

and she don't like it none.

What are the f*ck' odds?

Don't fret.

If she's still down there,

I'll catch her.

Alright?

Now, I need two volunteers.

Who's coming with me?

Ah-ah! Sorry, missy. Bad luck

to have a woman on board.

If she's as big

as you say she is,

we need all the muscle

we can get, don't we?

And not you, brawny -

you fart, you'll tip us!

-Who else?

-I'll go.

Ah, good lad. Come on.

Bet you've caught a fish or two

in your life, have ya?

Good. Ya know how

to work a motor, son?

-Yep.

-Jump on in.

Sure beats a bark canoe,

doesn't it, eh?

[Bob cackles]

-Righto, who else?

-Shaun-boy.

-You just volunteered.

-[scoffs]

Are you kidding me?

I'm not gettin' in that boat.

What did you just say?

Look, I'm not gettin' in that

boat. Make one of them do it.

Two choices.

You get your a*s in that boat,

or my boot in your a*s.

Alright.

Are we good to go?

Righto, this here's

for the big ones.

They don't like

getting caught none.

A little bit of incentive,

alright? Show her who's boss.

You do know that b*ll*ts slow

down when they hit the water?

Well, I'll sh**t her when

she's out of the water, then,

won't I, missy?

[scoffing chuckle] Righto,

can ya handle that, son?

Is the Pope Catholic?

[c*ck g*n]

Got a helluva kick.

Watch her, alright?

Righto, good to go.

Wish us luck!

Mate, uh, give us a shove out,

will ya?

Sure.

[Bob] Alright, jump up front.

Righto, Jingo!

[engine splutters]

No, Jingo.

Don't embarrass me now, Jingo,

come on.

You know what to do.

There's people watching here...

Let's go.

[engine splutters, then starts]

There we go!

Let's go fishing! You beauty!

Beautiful day...

[Bob converses chirpily]

[unsettling music]

[Bob] I like the feel

of this spot here, boys.

Cutting engine.

-Chuck us that rod first.

-[engine stops]

Just throw that anchor out.

Careful.

Yes. This is the spot.

Righto.

[anchor splashes]

Just throw a little bit

of this beautiful stuff out.

There's nothing more

these sharks love

than the smell

of blood in the water.

Drives the buggers crazy.

Whips 'em into a frenzy.

Sometimes they even start

eating 'emselves.

It's a helluva sight,

I tell ya!

Yep.

[foreboding music]

Alright, here we go.

Let's get in the water.

Ahh.

[line splashes]

Right on, righto.

[Shaun] So, what now?

[Bob] Well, now...

we wait.

Right.

[birds screeching,

warbling]

[water lapping gently]

[flicks lighter]

[line whirrs]

Here we go, boys.

[line groaning]

[soft, unsettling music]

Come on, take a big bite.

Okay...

[exclaims] Gimme a hand!

Gimme a hand!

[both grunting, straining]

[Bob exclaims]

[spool winding rapidly]

No!

-[Shaun] Oh, sh*t.

-Bloody hell.

Give me that tacklebox, Jimmy.

-[Shaun] What happened?

-Ah, she got lucky, is all.

So did you. You almost went in.

-[Shaun] Yeah.

-Thanks, mate.

Boys, she's comin' back!

If you can plug her, plug her.

-Plug it!

-[exhales sharply]

Ah, sh*t... [jams g*n]

[Jimmy] Here!

[c*ck g*n]

-[g*nsh*t]

-Ernie?

Are you seeing this?

[tense music builds]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Keep it.

[Bob] Christ...

-[boat thuds violently]

-[all exclaiming]

-[Bob] Take a shot!

-[Shaun] sh**t it!

-[g*nsh*t]

-[Shaun] Come on!

[tense music escalates]

Gimme the f*ck' harpoon.

-What?

-Gimme the harpoon!

Come on!

Good.

[tense music swells]

[Bob] Where are you?

Yes. Come on.

-[intense menacing sting]

-[all shrieking]

[all clamouring and splashing]

-I can't get up!

-[all clamouring]

Move around and hold it steady.

[distant shouting, clamouring]

[Shaun] Hurry, up!

-Get in the boat!

-Goddammit! Agh!

[ominous music builds]

[men clamouring]

[Bob screams]

[indistinct screaming

and shouting]

Come on!

-[Bob continues screaming]

-[Jimmy stammers]

[shouting and commotion]

No... No!

[grunts]

[gasps]

Jesus Christ.

[both heavy breathing]

We are in deep bloody sh*t!

[Shaun, frantically] Get us

outta here! Come on! Come on!

[Shaun wails]

[engine starts up]

Jimmy!

[Clara panting heavily]

-Are you alright? You okay?

-I'm okay.

-Yeah?

-I'm okay.

[laughing]

Ah, I see you've been

swimming again, Shaun-boy.

[Janusz] I guess old Bob wasn't

all he was cracked up to be.

You think this is funny?

A man is dead!

What the hell

is wrong with you?!

[Bull] Where do you think

you're goin', Ernie?

Gotta report it to the police.

You ain't reportin' nothing.

[Ernie] Why not?

-You got a job to do.

-And what exactly is our job?

Put a f*ck' muzzle on her,

Ernie, before I do.

This job's over.

[cash falls to ground]

Clara, Jimmy,

let's pack up the truck.

-Ernie!

-Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

[c*ck p*stol]

Nothing is over

until I say it is.

I will personally feed you,

the skirt and the darkie

to that f*cking fish.

One juicy chunk at a time.

Got that?

What's in the boxes?

What was the deal, Ernie?

No questions.

I swear to God, no one keeps

their f*ck' word anymore.

[Ernie grunts]

-[Ernie groans]

-Shark or no shark,

you're going back

in that river.

You tell us what's in there,

or we take a look ourselves.

Gold bullion.

And before you ask,

yeah, I stole it.

You realize how long

that's gonna take to bring up?

That's your problem, Ernie.

That's why I pay you

the big bucks.

You'll figure it out. And fast.

And what happens then?

To us. When it's done.

Well, you get paid

and you go home.

Everyone's happy.

[hammering]

[conversation in Gunwinggu]

[g*n c*ck]

You speak English,

or you don't speak.

[soft, menacing music]

[hammering resumes]

[Jimmy grunts]

The hell is this? A raft?

It's a sled.

We walk it out, load it up,

then winch it back to shore.

Provided it doesn't snag.

There's fallen trees

everywhere down there.

We'll make a path best we can.

We should also set up

a decoy down river.

Some meat on a rope and hook.

Might keep the shark

distracted long enough

to give us a chance. [exhales]

See? Just like I said...

People are never more creative

than when they got

a g*n to their head.

So, what are we waiting for?

[bird cawing]

[grunts with effort]

[water splash]

Right, watch closely.

You see it being taken,

that's our cue.

[intriguing music]

[Clara deep breath]

Ernie?

Let me go back down there.

You haven't been in a suit

in months.

You're not going in that river.

Besides, you're good on the

wheels. You're better than me.

I got us into this mess,

when I should've walked away.

This one's on me.

[exhales sharply]

Let's get it done,

and then we can go home.

Right.

[Ernie] Okay.

Ready?

[pensive music]

[water lapping gently]

[water splash]

[urgent music]

[whistles]

It's taken the bait!

[Clara] Ernie, the shark's

taken the decoy.

You should be all clear.

[Ernie] Thanks, Clara.

Jimmy, stay alert.

[Clara] You feed out the lines.

[Ernie] Christ...

[in frustration] I can't see

a damn thing down here!

[Clara] Watch out for snags.

You should be at the van

in a couple of minutes.

Ernie, how's it going

down there?

Decoy won't last forever.

[Ernie] Going as fast

as we can.

[Ernie breathing heavily]

There. I see it - right ahead.

Okay, Jimmy,

let's get it opened up.

[heavy breathing]

[Ernie straining with effort]

[Ernie grunts]

Door's open.

We're in business.

Bloody hell.

[Clara] What is it?

[Ernie] There must be

two dozen boxes down here.

There's no way we can

take this in in one haul.

We're gonna need two trips.

You'll be lucky to survive one.

[Ernie] No choice - the winch

can only handle so much.

[Jimmy] Come on.

No time to lose.

[Ernie] I'll start loading,

Jimmy.

-You get the work lamp up.

-[Jimmy] Copy that.

[Jimmy] It's done.

[Ernie] Good work.

Now jump in and start passing

those boxes through.

[Jimmy] I'm on it.

[slow ominous music builds]

[line splashes]

[speaks in Polish]

[flustered gasp]

[ominous music continues]

[heavy breathing]

[hands clapping]

Better tell them to watch it,

the decoy is gone.

Ernie, Jim, decoy's gone.

Be careful down there.

The shark could be anywhere.

We're almost done anyway.

The sled can't take much more.

Okay, Jimmy, last one.

[Jimmy] Here you go.

[Ernie grunts]

[Ernie] Help me strap 'em on.

[ominous music swells]

[Ernie] I can handle the rest.

You keep an eye out

for that shark. Okay?

[Jimmy] On it.

Clara, start the winch.

Let's see if she'll take it.

Roger that.

Retract the winch - now!

[winch whirrs]

[winch groans]

[Shaun] It's jammed!

No good - it's too heavy.

[Ernie] Roger that.

We'll lighten the load.

[Clara] Ernie, how's it going

down there?

[Ernie] Almost done.

[Jimmy] Boss?

[Jimmy] Oh, sh*t.

[ominous music swells]

Ernie, I think she's back.

[Ernie heaves]

[Ernie] Try now.

[Clara] Try it again.

[winch whirrs]

[Ernie] It's working.

Slow, but it's on its way back.

[Clara] Roger that.

[Ernie breathing deeply]

[Jimmy] Ernie!

[Ernie] It's onto us, alright.

[Clara] Stay in the van.

Once we've got the sled

back up, we'll haul you in.

[Ernie panting heavily]

Roger that.

[Jimmy] That was close.

[winch whirrs]

[ominous music builds]

[winch groans]

It's snagged on something.

It's not moving.

Ernie, it's snagged.

[sighs sharply]

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go.

[Jimmy] What about the shark?

[Ernie] We'll have to

take our chances.

[Ernie heavy breathing]

Stay close to me, Jimmy.

[Ernie] Hey, Clara,

we found it.

[Clara] Great.

-[Ernie] sh*t.

-[Clara] What?

[Ernie] It's jammed

against a log.

[Clara] Oh, no.

[Ernie] Alright,

you take that side.

Come on.

Put your shoulder into it.

Come on.

Go.

Push.

[both straining with effort]

[Jimmy] It's too heavy.

Jimmy... let's try over here.

[both panting heavily]

[Ernie] Give me some slack

on the cable.

Back off the winch!

[winch whirrs]

[both straining]

[Ernie] Christ!

It's too damn heavy.

Clara, when I say,

start that winch.

[Clara] Okay.

[Ernie] When that winch starts,

Jimmy,

push the sled out

and around that tree.

Hit it, Clara!

[winch whirrs]

[both heaving with effort]

[Ernie] It's free!

It's on its way!

[Clara] Yes! It's working!

[Ernie] Stand by,

we're coming back.

[Clara] Roger that.

-[Ernie screams in agony]

-[menacing music escalates]

[Ernie continues screaming]

-[Clara] Ernie?

-[Ernie] Christ!

-[Clara] Ernie?

-[Jimmy] Ernie!

[Clara] Jimmy, tell me

what's going on down there.

[Jimmy] Clara, I'm gonna cut

his weights. You haul him in.

-[Clara] Roger that.

-[weights clink]

I'm walkin' back. Hold onto

this, you might need it.

Haul him in, quickly!

Now! Haul him in!

Chrissake... Haul him in.

[grunts angrily]

[Jimmy] Hold on, Ernie.

Hold on.

[Ernie winces in pain]

[ominous music builds slowly]

Pull it faster! Pull!

Oh, my God!

Ernie, it's heading

straight for you!

Pull faster! Pull!

[Ernie gasps]

No!

-[Ernie wails in agony]

-[menacing music crescendos]

[Ernie grunts]

[Ernie grunting]

[water bubbles]

[Ernie moans]

[Jimmy] Clara! What's goin' on?

[both grunting]

[winch whirring]

[Clara grunts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Clara] Come on.

[Jimmy and Clara grunting]

[chuckles softly]

One down, one to go.

[Jimmy and Clara grunting]

-[Ernie groans]

-No, Ernie.

No...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

-Ernie...

-[Ernie, weakly] Clara...

Hold still, Ernie. We're gonna

get you out of here.

We're gonna get you

out of here.

-We have to stop the bleeding.

-[Ernie groans in agony]

Ernie, we have to get you

out of this suit.

We have to get you out of here.

We have to cut it off.

[weakly] Clara...

You got to...

get out of here...

Ernie, we are not

going anywhere.

Run. Run...

Ernie, no, just please, just---

Just hang on.

Just hang on.

We have to get him

to a hospital! Please!

Please!

You b*stards!

-[Jimmy] Ernie?

-[Clara] No, no, no...

Ernie?!

Ernie!

Ernie, please, please, please.

Just hang on,

just hang on, please.

[whimpering] Please, please...

Oh, God...

Oh, God! Oh, God!

No...

[sobbing] No!

[Clara sobs]

Jimmy.

[foreboding music]

[c*ck p*stol] Look out!

[pistols c*ck]

You want to k*ll us, boy?

Let's see you try, huh?

Jimmy. No.

-Put it down.

-No, no. Let him have a go.

I'll make it fair for you.

[Bull snickers]

Come on, boy.

What are you waiting for, huh?

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

Come on, Jimmy.

Let's see what you're made of!

-Jimmy... No.

-[Janusz] Huh?

Come on, boy, come on!

-[Bull chuckling]

-Do your worst! Come on!

[Clara exclaims]

[Janusz gasps]

[mutters in Polish]

f*cking black b*stard!

[c*ck p*stol]

No!

You k*ll him,

there's no getting back

the rest of your gold.

I still have you.

Are you gonna man the pumps?

You gonna suit me up?

[Janusz groaning]

[moans]

-[Clara grunts]

-[Janusz groans]

That was a nice shot, Jimmy.

-[blows landing]

-[Jimmy grunts]

[Clara] Stop!

Stop!

Stop.

[Bull] Now, we're still

ten boxes short.

So, tomorrow,

you and your boyfriend are

gonna go and get 'em for me.

Okay?

[Jimmy groaning softly]

Jimmy?

Jimmy...

["Van Diemen's Land"

by Angela Little playing]

Who ramble void of care

Who wander out

on moonlit nights

-With dog and g*n and snare

-[breathing heavily]

The hare and lofty pheasant

-[whispering] Jimmy.

-You have at your command

Not thinking

when it all began

Jimmy.

Upon Van Diemen's Land

The hovels

that we're held in

They're made

of sods of earth

[whimpering quietly]

We have rotten straw

for bedding

But we dare not say a word

We ring our huts with fire

And we slumber while we can

To keep at bay

those beasts of prey

That prowl

Van Diemen's Land

The first day that

we landed here

Upon the fatal shore

The men,

they gathered round us

It seemed like twenty score

They ranked us off

like horses

And sold us out of hand

Then yoked us

to the plough, they did

To plough

Van Diemen's Land

[Shaun] Come on. Get up.

[Clara heavy breathing]

-[keys rattling]

-Ow!

Shut up.

Morning.

Big day ahead.

So, who's going swimming?

I will.

No. I'll go.

No.

I think little missy here

should have the honours.

See if she's got what it takes.

Come on.

Now's your one big chance.

[mocking] Make old Ernie proud.

Go and get his body.

It'll make a good decoy.

Keep the big fish occupied.

You touch him,

I'll bloody k*ll you.

Ah, suit yourself, mate.

It's your girlfriend in there.

You're going to k*ll me now?

[speaking in Gunwinggu]

[knife blade extends]

[speaking in Polish]

[unsettling percussive music]

The rest of the boxes

should all fit on the sled.

Just make sure

you lash them on tight.

[Clara] Got it.

Today you must become

stronger than the wamba.

Stronger than the wamba.

She's going in there,

she needs the knife.

Shaun-boy, get her the knife.

Now, you're gonna

stay down there

until every one of those boxes

is accounted for.

The faster you get it done,

the sooner you get to go home.

Will you, though?

Let us go home?

That's the deal.

-[winces]

-You try anything stupid,

I will blow the darkie's

head off, cut your air

and leave you down there for

the shark and all her babies.

You got that?

That a girl.

[unsettling music swells]

[soundscape muffles]

[deep breaths echoing]

[Clara breathing heavily,

footsteps clanking]

How you doing, Clara?

[Clara] No sign of her yet.

-[Clara breathing heavily]

-[suspenseful music playing]

Okay, I'm here.

[Jimmy] Copy that.

Be careful.

[Clara grunting with effort]

[boxes thudding heavily]

[Clara] Right,

that's all of them.

Ten boxes

and they're strapped down.

-Start that winch, Jimmy.

-[Jimmy] Roger that.

[winch whirrs]

[Clara] It's on its way.

[tense music builds]

[Clara] sh*t.

She knows I'm here.

[Jimmy] It's okay.

Find somewhere to hide

until she loses interest.

Do you copy, Clara?

Clara!

[Clara] Yes, I copy that.

I'll hide.

[Clara grunting]

[Jimmy] Clara, are you okay?

Yes. Yes, I'm inside the van.

I'll wait for her

to lose interest.

[Jimmy] Good idea. Stay put.

Okay. [breathing heavily]

[Clara gasps softly]

[forceful thud]

[breathing rapidly]

It's working.

[Jimmy] Okay, good.

-[forceful thud]

-[gasps]

[breathes heavily]

[heartbeat thumping]

-[Clara screams]

-[Jimmy] Clara!

[intense music grows]

[Jimmy] Talk to me, Clara!

Clara!

Clara, are you safe?

[Clara] I'm okay.

She's trapped inside.

I'm gonna try and jam the door.

[Jimmy] Roger that.

[Clara grunts with effort]

She's trapped inside the van.

[Jimmy] Good.

Now get back fast.

[winch whirring]

[menacing music builds]

[whispering] Jimmy.

In my belt, quick.

Hide it.

[Bull] We're home free, boys.

Well done.

Can we finally k*ll them now?

We're gonna take 'em

out to the river,

strap those heavy boots on 'em

and dump 'em over the side.

The three of us will be

out of here before you know it.

Shaun-boy, get this loaded

into the truck.

On it.

Well done, missy.

You made it back in one piece.

We kept our end of the deal.

Now keep yours.

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

That's not gonna happen.

We can't have you running off

to the coppers now, can we?

But that was the agreement.

[chuckling] You know

your gullibility is sweet,

you know that?

It's stupid, but it's sweet.

Now go get your boss

and put him in the boat.

What for?

We're giving him a sea burial.

Same as we're gonna give you.

[Janusz] Move.

[thrashing violently]

[door rattling]

[Shaun grunts]

-[Clara gasps]

-What is going on here?

Just a spot of fishing,

officer.

[officer soft chuckle]

And you need g*ns for that,

do ya?

[c*ck p*stol] Drop it.

Kick it away.

[g*n hits the ground]

Now, all of you,

keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

-Sergeant--

-Quiet!

And what about you, big fella?

Hmm?

I said hand over the g*n.

There we go.

Now kick it away.

[kicking g*n]

-And what about you two?

-We're hostages.

-Hostages?

-Yes, we're hostages.

[Sergeant exclaims]

[Shaun gasps]

[both grunting]

Freeze!

[both straining]

[Bull gasps]

[Bull groans]

[g*nshots ricocheting,

windows smashing]

[Jimmy grunts]

-[g*nsh*t]

-[Janusz grunts]

-[g*n clicks]

-[Janusz groans]

[Janusz grunts]

[grunts furiously]

[Clara grunts]

[heavy thump]

[Shark clanking sounds]

[c*ck g*n]

Jimmy! Get in the water!

[b*ll*ts pinging under water]

[Bull] No-o-o!

You're dead!

Both of ya!

[menacing music builds slowly]

[both gasping for air]

[boat engine whirring]

[Bull] Come on.

You can't stay down there

forever.

[water bubbles]

[g*nshots]

Come on.

You can hide from me,

but that shark

won't stay trapped forever!

[g*nshots]

I got you, you little b*stard.

[tense music]

Aghh!

[Bull yelps]

[gasping for air]

You b*tch!

[straining]

[Clara gasps]

No--!

[groans]

[winces in pain]

[gasping for air]

Clara! Get outta there!

Wamba!

Get outta there!

Come on, Clara.

-[grunts]

-[engine starts up]

[engine whirring]

-[Clara breaths heavily]

-[c*ck p*stol]

What are you gonna do

with that, sweetheart?

Call me that again. I dare you.

What are ya gonna do?

You gonna sh**t me?

Come on, sweetheart.

What are you waitin' for?

[g*nsh*t]

Not one step closer.

You're down to your last shot.

You think you can get me

with one shot?

I'm a farmer's daughter,

and a better shot than he was.

That don't make you a k*ller.

Are you a k*ller?

Are ya?!

No.

But she is.

[Bull wails]

[Bull screams]

[menacing music crescendos]

[Bull moaning]

[music fades]

[panting heavily]

[Jimmy groaning]

[winces]

Keep the pressure on it.

That true,

you a farmer's daughter?

No.

He was a lawyer.

-You had me fooled.

-[chuckles]

[poignant instrumental music]

[car approaching]

[swing jazz tune

playing over speaker]

Sorry I'm late.

Had to pick up a few things.

Whose car is that out front?

Said they wanted

to speak to us.

Been waiting almost an hour.

[Clara] Oh, God.

No more police

or damned journalists. Please.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'm so sorry to have kept you

both waiting. I'm Clara.

Paul Whitemore.

First National Bank of Sydney.

[Frank] Frank Sturgess.

Benchley & Shaw Solicitors.

I represent Ernie's estate.

Now, Ernie had no family

to speak of,

and, quite bluntly, everything

he owned is in this shed.

But what he did do was,

some time ago, write a will.

And in that will, he left

everything to you, Jimmy.

The Sea Dog Diving Company

is all yours. Congratulations.

Thank you.

[Paul] Uh, on top of that,

it seems you were unaware,

the bank was offering a reward

of twenty five hundred pound

for any information which led

to the successful recovery

of the bullion.

Now, thanks to you two,

it was recovered in full.

So...

the reward is yours.

Er...

Thank you.

I... I don't really know

what else what to say.

'Thank you' will do fine.

If you do need anything

in the future,

please don't hesitate

to contact me personally.

-Of course.

-Good luck to you both.

[Clara] Bye.

[emotional exhale]

-Give me the keys.

-Where are we going?

To buy ourselves a boat.

[Clara gasps]

[soft sigh]

[tender music]

[tense instrumental music]