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It all stopped.

From now on, we play it straight.

What do you mean, straight?

I mean we are out of the crime business.

I'm keeping an eye on you, Cheryl.

Are you Maori?

Huh?

Hi, Dad.

Why, don't you girls look amazing, eh?

Dressed like this in front of these animals?

Not by choice, trust me. Stupid Alan and Lexi's going away party.

Thought you weren't going.

I said I was thinking about not going.

And I thought, the hell, why don't I get out and enjoy myself for a change? Then

she might ask her, would there?

She needs a chaperone.

You never know your luck.

So, supermarket.

Hey, Bill.

Yeah, there's plenty of other jobs I can set you up with, love.

I keep doing my own thing thing.

What was it you called your boss last night? Yeah, Loretta. Fucking wanker.

How was that?

Get a room.

What? Well, she's giving him a handjob under the table.

Who?

You and my brain.

Oh,

just what that doctor always... It's a life on the air.

Yeah,

Mum.

What about her?

Around about now, the loneliness will be sitting in on her.

She's not lonely.

Maybe a bit.

Well, most of the time, she thinks she wishes she was alone and would just let

her off.

Yeah, well, you see...

There's being alone and then there's loneliness.

I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

You're looking really well, Lexie.

No cancer's going to do me in. Not just yet.

How are you, you poor love?

I've so been meaning to call you.

I'm all the better for the telly.

Some of you have been working at Big Food.

Yeah, yeah, just until, you know, for now.

How's Alan?

Ask him yourself.

Picking a blanket.

Hey, Alan.

Sure.

Million -dollar boy hard at work, huh?

You.

What brings you to my office this late?

Drinking with Michael down in Northern.

Thought I'd pop in and check my mail.

How goes the, uh...

Tangana Whenua versus Parktown Investments, hmm?

A shit fight. You know it. Mm -hmm.

You know, you'll find no smoking gun there, Jethro.

I mean, Parktown have ripped off much smarter people than a bunch of bloody

Maori.

Sorry, was I offending your iwi just then?

You know, not all Maori are related to all other Maori, Hugh.

Quite right.

Hey, maybe.

They're just trying to cap a brown arse on a shitty deal.

You know what? I didn't know you cared.

I thought all this treaty money was giving Steerson a permanent stiffy.

So if I can give you a hand... I'm sweet.

Come on, bro.

Give me a break. I'm never going to get anywhere working for Fat Angela. Hugh,

I'm sweet.

You know, my uncle, he's a DCJ.

He was telling me this story.

Now, last time he was here on the circuit, he put away this character by

name of West.

The whole family's famous, apparently.

You know, white trash, criminals.

West's a common name, Hugh. But it's not a Maori name, is it, Jethro?

It's from my mother's side.

Savannah, such a sweetie, eh?

Helping Jethro in his valiant toil for the good of his people.

I think I'll check my inbox.

Bangme .com?

Ooh.

Anytime you need some discipline, Savannah, you just let me know.

You know, he badmouths you around the office all the time.

Yeah, he's just jealous because I've got dibs on the best PA.

Sucker. That's true.

Paris, God, imagine that. Yeah, I was lying there, hopping around, listening

this old cassette, and it came to me.

That's what I had to do. And you deserve it. Oh, I reckon.

Oh, so you're both leaving tomorrow, yeah? Oh, just me.

Really? Oh, Alan, you can't really take time off or anything.

No. Yeah.

Let's go.

Uncle Alan?

About the other night.

What other night?

Is that the way we're playing?

Whatever. Just as long as Mum doesn't find out. No, no.

Good for me.

You want a drink, Cheryl?

No, I'm good, Eric.

Hey.

Are you all right leaving Alan here on his own?

Oh, yeah. Things are OK right now. I'm going now.

Bye. Hold on.

Hey, you promised you'd stay.

I have friends to make. What friends? From my modelling course.

But you're the designated driver.

Cheryl, I've hardly had a chance to talk to you all night.

You know I miss you, don't you?

Oh, I miss you too, Eric.

Oh, God, Cheryl.

You started it too, didn't you? All that time working together in the shop,

feeling it, never acting on it. Eric. You know, this is just between you and

Wolf doesn't have to know. Eric, Jesus. If it doesn't work, you don't have to

find it. Eric, get off me.

Pick off, Eric.

Go off. Fuck off.

We were just talking.

I don't mean anything.

It was just the piss.

Don't tell me. Just get out.

Are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.

You want me to have a word with him and he'll save it up? No, Eric's just

pissed. I don't want to hear it.

So is that what it was?

I really admire what you're trying to do.

Getting out of the game.

And I'd like to help.

Don't need your charity, Alan.

No, no, no, what I've got in mind, well, you'd be doing me a favour.

Which is what?

You, working for me.

Is that a good idea?

Yeah, I think it's the best idea I've had in ages.

Any sign of a file note yet?

Not yet.

Look, um, Jethro, I know this job is, um, it's significant to you.

But I think you could use some help.

Doing fine.

Thanks. It's important to the company, too, Jethro.

Financially. And Angela's going to be on maternity leave soon, so... Cue her to

Jethro. And we have got the Maori boys coming in on Friday. I really want

something positive to report by then.

You'll have it. Good.

Oh, and, um... I'll need you to give them the proper welcome, advise us on

protocols, that kind of thing.

No worries.

I know.

So it's all kapa 'i then.

Hi Cheryl.

Morning gorgeous.

Excuse me.

Attention shoppers.

Today at Big Foods we have a very special manager special.

All your feminine hygiene products in aisle four are free.

That's right, choppers. Today and today only, all your pads and tammies, God

bless our manager, Noel, are absolutely free. So go get them, ladies. Get them

while they're hot.

You go, girl. You are fired. No, Noel, I'm free.

See you, sweetheart.

Call you.

So it was a good party, eh?

Okay.

Cheryl have a good tongue?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Boy, have you talked to her?

No.

God, you're thinking with me away.

Sooner or later some prick's going to hit on her.

Very.

What sort of prick?

An old friend, maybe.

Like Alan. He's always had a thing for her. I am, yeah.

Well, they were talking, for sure.

Having good old chats, they were.

Intimate. What about?

Eh?

Where shall I go?

You do something for them?

Eh? Anything, wolf shit. You know that.

What's this?

Cool date, Grandpa.

What happened to mint?

I have some news.

I am the new office manager of Markham Auto Imports.

Uncle Alan? Mm -hmm. I need someone to do their accounts. So I'm starting

tomorrow and I am doubling my pay.

Oh, thank God.

Really? Yeah.

A, it's not the supermarket.

And B, Uncle Alan is actually almost cool.

Really?

I used to think he was my father.

Well, I know he isn't, but when I was younger, I fantasised he was.

Can we have a minute tomorrow?

I've got to go. Later.

Do you want to tell me where your sister's going all these nights?

Modelling course.

Really?

It's nah, not nah.

Nah. Yeah.

How exactly did you think you were going to get away without this day eventually

arising?

I'm a poor urban Maori.

Alienated from his roots.

Not from this one, you're not.

No.

No. Ah, you see, now that's so much better.

Mm -hmm.

Are all Maori learning courses this much fun?

Oh, we're going to have to work you very, very hard if we're going to get

to speed, my friend.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, dear, they're all such a chore.

Can I interest you in a car by any chance?

Actually, I'm here about your GST.

Oh, Jesus, Cheryl.

That's the way to strike fear into any man's heart.

Get you to park around on the street, eh?

Okay, Buckman.

Park?

Yeah, well, I told you it was a mess.

You weren't kidding.

Filing was never top of Joelle's list.

Or banking, or invoicing.

But she always had lovely nails. Anyway, girls gotta have priorities.

Alright, I'll sort this shit out and then I'll ask you some painful

Stop looking at my ass!

What? Do you know the rules? I'm here to work for you.

Now, I've got something for you.

Here. What's this, pedicure?

No, it's an advance.

I just thought things might be a bit tight.

You buy yourself something nice to wear if there's anything left over, eh?

You're a good man, Alan.

Not everyone would say that. I would.

What's wrong with what I'm wearing anyway?

Not a lot.

So, do you want to tell me more about this modelling course? Like, who's

for it, for starters? Later.

Punctuality's important in modelling.

Hmm. Along with anorexia.

You've got a boyfriend, Pascal.

Is that it?

No.

Hello. So you're going to root him?

Hello, darling. Don't you dare leave!

Ellen Markham.

Has he tried it on yet? I worked for him. At his yard, I know.

Yeah, at his yard, which means I'm not at the supermarket. I thought that was

what you wanted.

I'll just worry about Ellen trying to shag my wife instead.

He's one of your oldest friends.

Who can't keep his fucking dick in his pants? Jesus, give it a rest, Wolf.

Don't be so bloody naive, Cheryl. Of course he's going to try it on.

Fuck! You're a bitch as ever.

How's Dad?

You want to tell me what's going on with your sister?

Mum, are you asking me to inform on my own flesh and blood?

We sniffer Dob, it's our family motto.

Yeah, alright.

So, I especially couldn't tell you to look in the bottom drawer of her room.

Go if you want.

Well, you won't tell me if you find it, right?

Just as you tell me.

Don't you trust me?

You fuck with me, I'll fuck you back.

That is an offer.

Time went too late.

Don't mind me, miss. I'm just here for my lesson.

You're in the good news.

I have triumphed for my people.

I know the hue, the spawn of all evil.

Do you want to talk to Eddie?

Don't tell me why your name's on these.

They're payflips from the champagne club.

How dare you go into my room? How dare you work in a brothel? It's a

club. The brothel's a completely separate business out the back. Don't

smart with me.

I'm a waitress. At a trip club. Do you really think I'm a complete idiot? I am

waitress. And it's a job, Mum. And legal, which is what you wanted.

And it sure as hell beats working at the staff shack.

You bullshitted me, Pascal. You said you'd been discovered. By Robbie, the

owner. He thinks I have modeling talent, and he's going to introduce me to an

agent. What, before you sleep with him or afterwards?

I know how these things work, Pascal. I know how they suck girls like you in.

Not Robbie. He looks after his girls really well. Yeah, I bet he does. I know

what I'm doing, Mum. Why do you never have any faith in me? You are not

in a strip club. Oh, but it's okay for you to work with sleazy Uncle Alan who'd

root anything that's good.

You shut your mouth right now. No, I'm not going to help him. No, you can't

rules in my life. You shut your mouth or you're going to beat him.

So have you told the best news?

I'm still savouring the moment.

And then, of course, you take your poor, hard -working PA out to celebrate. Good

morning.

Productive night, I hope? I found the smoking gun.

Really? On the back of the takeaway menu.

No judge is going to quibble with that. Good on you.

You guys fancy coffee?

No, thanks.

Savannah,

I'll need you to make copies of... It was here.

It was right here.

Well, it's got to be here somewhere.

No, no, it was right here. I put it in a red folder and I left it right there

last night. The pro went... Um... Barton.

Caden says he came in around seven.

You're good at that.

Just spent years.

Everything all right?

Excellent.

Why don't you take your briefcase? You just can't have a coffee.

Because the smoking gun has left the building.

Fucker.

It was late.

You were tired.

And maybe you put it back in one of many boxes.

A million bucks in fees and you're acting like this was a game.

You're not boarding school anymore, Hugh.

Don't patronise me, you asshole. You want to piss me off? Fine.

But not like this. You want to know what pisses me off, Jethro?

Someone that barely scraps for his law exam.

He gets the best office, the best PA.

And all because of brownie porn.

And you're here because of your brilliant grades?

Or because your uncle went to school with Stetson?

At least my father's not in jail.

You want to blackmail me? You're going to have to do a lot better than that.

Good luck with your search.

When are we going to have that drink, or do you?

When I've lost the will to live.

You must have taken it home.

So tell Stetson.

No, I'm not doing it.

I'm sorry.

No, family thing.

Okay, well, he's got to flop it out sometime, right? So then everyone's

know he took it?

No. It will appear at the last minute from a different box, magically misfiled

by me.

Found by him, of course.

What?

What?

Isn't that, like, illegal?

Well, yes.

So you want us to beg this guy's place for a briefcase and some soup?

No, I want you to knock on the front door and ask them for it.

No need to be sarcastic.

All I'm looking for here, guys, is a nice clean job.

OK? In and out.

Of course, it would look a little more realistic if one or two other things

missing. And what about Mum?

Obviously, we don't tell her.

She wouldn't like it, eh? No.

Look, guys, you don't have to do it, OK?

But I bet the guy's got a pretty good sound system at the very least.

And he always craps on about his porn collection.

This guy's a lawyer?

I know.

Shocking, eh?

No, we're not doing it.

Oh, come on, bro.

Look at you, brother, and this other guy sounds like a white bastard. Shut up.

Thank you, Manta.

It's nice to have your support.

Mum will never, ever find out, right?

You think I want to break your heart?

Daddy?

Are you all right?

Fine, love. Yeah.

I should see the other guys.

Come here.

Oh, it's good to see you.

How are you?

How's that modelling career?

I need to talk to you about that.

But I'm worried that you'll be angry with me like Mum was.

Who is your mother?

How's that new job?

Too wrapped up in her stuff to worry about me. That's how she is.

Oh.

Whatever it is, we can work it out.

I've sorted all this shit out. I'll get it off to the countess tomorrow.

You are a bloody miracle worker.

Yeah, well, it's nice someone appreciates me.

Everything okay, Mrs. Wirt?

I've just had a fight with Pascal, who may or may not be a tripper or even a

hooker, considering she's working at the champagne club. But apart from that...

I see.

Ah, sorry to offload on you like that.

She is.

A waitress, not a stripper.

I saw her there a week ago.

I swear I was just looking, not touching.

And certainly not touching Pascal.

Look, I went to see some strippers.

Have a night out.

If you want a judgement for that, go for your life. But Pascal was there as a

waitress.

Just a waitress.

Okay?

It's just that I have such high hopes for her, you know.

You're a mum.

You've got every right to.

If it was my girl, I'd be roping her.

You want to come over for a drink? You know, one night?

Dinner?

How do you mean?

Well, I mean, like, two people on their own, having a drink?

Dinner? I know one person who wouldn't be too happy with that.

The one currently doing four years in club fit?

Same.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm sorry for Wolf, but...

The fact is, you should have got out years ago.

You know?

Taken the cash.

Put it into something legit, like I did.

Try telling him that.

You stick to your guns, Cheryl.

You're doing the right thing.

But, gotta say, he's right to be jealous.

Really gotta go.

Dinner? Tomorrow?

You old producer.

Oh, come on. That's why you love me.

Well,

to be absolutely correct, it was on the cheek.

Perfect.

Sorry.

But he's always going to try it on sooner or later, wasn't he?

Yeah, but I didn't think she'd fall for it. At least not this soon.

You can't really blame her. I mean, she's all on her own, isn't she? And

always had her thing before. Now it leaks the out of the picture. All right,

Eric, I get it. All I'm saying is that it's not her fault.

I'm off to work.

No, you're not. I talked to Dad. He said it's fine.

Pardon? I explained to him.

I don't take my clothes off, and it will help my career, eventually.

And he believes in me.

He trusts me.

Did you know I got beaten up?

And he's real upset that you've stopped going to see him.

Well, at least he cares about me.

You selfish bastard.

How dare you do this to me? Do what exactly?

Undermine me.

Contradict me. Do you really want your daughter to end up a hooker? She's a

waitress. Yeah, for now.

I trust her.

At least she's honest with me. Oh, bullshit.

If you'd heard about this, first you'd have hit the roof. What, your precious

princess ending up working in a strip club? Oh, yeah.

Well, she probably wouldn't have had to take the job unless she was getting

pressure from certain people with pretensions. Really?

It's my fault now, is it?

Well, it's nice of you to finally come and see me. How am I?

Yeah, great, thanks, excellent.

Got the crap kicked out of me. Thanks for asking.

But then I guess you've been too busy.

Yeah, I have been busy. I've got a job. Means you have to turn up to get paid.

And turning up's all he expects?

Alan has behaved like a perfect gentleman. He's been considerate and

Charming the pants off you? God, I knew you'd be like this.

Next he gets cancer and Alan sends her on a trip to Paris. I try and make the

best of things and what do I get? It's bullshit.

You know what?

I have been faithful to you for more than 20 years, and if you can't

that, you can shove it up your ass.

Didn't think you could make dinner.

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

Lexi called just before.

Been to some art gallery with big tubes on it. Really?

Yeah, she's going out on the town with some American divorcee she's hooked up

with. Oh, she's always good at making new friends, that Lexi.

Oh, yeah, yeah. When she's up, she's up.

Being married for the long run ain't easy.

You're telling me.

We were going to split up for real last year.

Then we had the big C.

Couldn't do it.

Not when she was sick.

Shit, I'm a barrel of lass.

Well, I'm a shrieking good time myself.

Do you ever think about leaving Wharf? Yeah, I've had my moments recently.

You, come and have a drink with me.

She's a bit busy, a big hooey tomorrow.

But I've worked like every night this week and I'm so ready to cut loose.

What?

Maybe just one.

Let's go get my jacket.

You're on.

Yeah, all right, Van, you're on once you've found a car park.

So you like watching chicks take the gear off, then?

Well, if they're pretty enough. What's wrong with that?

Jethro Kiora!

Hugh?

Savannah?

Fancy seeing you here, eh? Naughty boy.

Hey, could I have a hobby ride?

A drink?

A teeny tiny vodka for me?

And the most expensive champagne they have for me, please. Sure.

Now, is she pretty enough for you?

You think?

Yeah, hold on.

Oh, fuck.

You work here?

No, I just walk around with this tray and get my ass finished for fun.

Did Mum send you a cheque up on me?

No. Then do you want a drink or not?

Yeah. A glass of champagne, a glass of wine and a very large book for my friend

over there.

Whatever. Hey, let's go.

You don't... Don't you dart.

drinks are coming she's cute hey best like to go there not really that way

behind you

I reckon.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Nothing's stopping us.

What about Lexi?

You want to know?

We've had sex... twice in the last six months.

She's been sick, Alan.

It's not that.

Believe me.

It's just you've been busy having sex with everybody else.

Those days are long gone.

Is it for now?

If that's what we want.

Evening.

Good to see you, Sergeant.

This information you have for me.

What, it didn't check out?

Just curious about the reasons.

This is a momentous break with tradition.

Oh, you see, I've got this appeal coming up and I thought it might be helpful to

be seen cooperating with the authorities.

Point is, Sergeant, I want to get out of here.

Anything that's going to speed that along is worth it.

So, did it check out?

You should come back to my apartment, eh?

I've got a great sound system.

Have you?

Yeah.

Hey,

hey.

What are you doing later?

You want to come party with me and Jethro, eh?

You and Savannah.

Do I look like a duck?

Now that's the thing, you see.

There's places that get you all worked up and they just don't deliver.

Yeah.

Let's go home, eh? You? No.

No, work's in, man. A bit busy.

No, we're just getting started here, mate.

Ed, we could go to Savannah's.

Well, I might just take a leak and have a think about it.

All right.

I am not taking him back to my place. My mum will freak.

20 minutes. I would love to help you out, but I am tired. He is so giving me

creeps.

Savannah. I'm sorry.

Man, where are you?

Hey! Yeah?

Check it out.

We haven't got time for this, man.

Maybe it's Kill Long Go.

That's not a girl.

And here's the other bloke.

Man, it has got to hit.

Where's Savannah?

She wasn't feeling too good. Had to go home.

That's a shame. That's a real shame.

Yeah. Such a nice ass, Sam. Yeah.

She's pretty good up top too, eh?

I've got to say, Jethro, breasts just don't do it for me.

I like a nice ass.

Right. Nice tight ass.

Yeah, well, don't we all?

I knew it.

Great ass does it for me every time.

Jethro, let's just go to crap.

Who cares about some stupid father when you're so fucking gorgeous, huh?

Let's just get out of here and take your little brown ass home.

I want it to suck. you off from the first time I saw you.

Do you think that it's because they're homos that their things are so huge?

Nah, it'll be special effects, man.

Hey, did you ever want us to grab a breakfast?

No.

That's the thing about the legal establishment.

You know, if they know, they're just so judgmental.

I've got such a raging heart on.

Don't you?

We're leaving.

Out.

There's money for board on the table.

Board?

Food, whatever.

I'm working, I should contribute, right?

I suppose.

But can you at least wear something more, you know, when you're at work?

Not really.

Don't leave this on the table.

Someone might nick it.

Morning. That's all you've got to say?

You leave me on like some wanton hussy?

Then walk away?

Leaving me in a state of high expectation, I might add.

Oh, I'm sure you took the matter in hand, Alan.

It's never the same.

Is it about a job?

I mean, working together, being awkward and... It's not us working together.

Is it about me?

I mean, I know in the past I've been about... It's not about you.

Jesus, Cheryl, you're not making this easy.

I love you.

I have done for young.

Crazy about you.

I mean, I just look at you and I just... Alan, what are you doing?

So far as I can tell, Mrs. Weiss, the only thing stopping us is you.

So here I am.

I'm all yours.

Alan, as flattered as I am,

No.

Well, why the fuck not?

Jesus, Alan.

Oh, Christ.

Alan Markham.

I have a warrant to go to your premises.

When you're ready.

Cheryl? Yeah, I work here, all right.

Uh -huh.

Then you won't mind assisting us in our inquiries.

Welcome. Kia ora. Kia ora. Now, I know you've come here today in the hope that

we can find a positive outcome to your situation.

I'm sure you think you're paying us enough.

Look, I'm pleased to be able to tell you you've got a very strong case.

Our senior partner, John Stetham, will explain once we get inside.

Kia ora.

Kia ora.

Kia ora.

Kia ora.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Brilliant work on the smoking gun, by the way.

Sorry I'm late.

Not coming in here dressed like that. It's not casual Friday.

Man, you really tied one on last night, Hugh.

I tried to put you in a taxi, but you insisted on walking home.

It's always just about breaking my apartment, too.

Oh, no, I'm really sorry to hear that.

Lose anything important?

You are one of those wests, aren't you?

Good people, my family.

And they don't pretend to be something they're not.

Just stay in the legal closet.

You prick.

One you'll never get to suck.

You started on Monday? That's what I said.

So what was that, some sort of welcoming ceremony, was it? Alan Markham is a

decent man.

Yeah, that's why he's got an agent in Japan winding them back before they even

get here.

And a sideline in Subaru stolen from the South Island.

Not sure.

Oh, Cheryl, someone very close to you seems to know a lot about it.

Someone very close indeed.

It's your free to go.

I kind of got to go now.

Yep.

I'm sorry to drag you into this.

Is it true?

You probably don't need to come in tomorrow.

I mean, I'll pay you notice, and if there's anything that... It's all right,

Alan. I'll call you.

Yeah.

Hard feelings, right, Cheryl?

What the fuck are you dressed like that for?

Oh, I dress like this all the time.

What with my man being in prison and all.

Except when I'm fucking my best friend's husband, then I don't wear anything.

Okay.

You've made your fucking point. Listen to me.

I could have slept with Alan Markham.

Maybe I should have to teach you a bloody lesson, but I didn't. And you

know why?

Because you're the first man I ever fell in love with and you'll probably be the

last.

That means a shitload to me.

A whole lot more than a quick fuck with Alan bloody Markham.

After what you did today.

I don't think you're that man anymore.

I did what I had to do. You had no faith in me.

I don't want to see you for a while.

Well, I'll be right here when you do.

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