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I know she said it wouldn't happen overnight, but sometimes it's just hard

keep going.

I will make it one day, and then I'll help you all.

And make the world a better place? Yeah.

I'm going to start a business.

Telling it.

Wow, you've always been a master with the sewing machine, Kate. You know that

knicker company you got going?

I thought maybe you might need someone to run the business side of things. You

mean you?

She's beautiful.

And her.

She is really beautiful.

This is a non -smoking workplace.

That's Chantel.

She's really, really beautiful.

She's the girl on the Save the Animals from Cruelty campaign.

Total fleety.

Pascal West.

She's... beautiful.

If you like that kind of thing.

Yes.

I do.

And there was all these really ugly, ugly fat guys.

And they kept saying, see the line, see the line. And I have no clue what

they're talking about.

You know, and I can't tell them to piss off because I'm supposed to be the first

officer octopus, you know, from Star Brigade.

First officer Octavia.

And I'm like, back off.

I'm here to say I've assigned a washed up TV star while he signs photos of

himself before he was fat. And that's all.

See the line.

In the name of all that is good and true in this universe, Captain, we must hunt

them to the moons of Nebulon.

Die. You were at the sci -fi convention, weren't you, kid?

Just for an hour.

You better be calling to beam me up. There's a job.

Yeah, last time you said that, I was eye -canny for 5 ,000 retards while Captain

Alcoholic stuck his hand between my thighs.

Two and a half thousand for a night's work.

Oh.

Okay.

Where, when and what?

Isn't that culturally insensitive?

What?

Sitting on the food table.

Well, this fishtail is cutting off the blood to my ass, if that's what you

Not quite. Evening, Mr Wilkes.

No, thanks.

You're Grant Wilkes. Yes, I am. My mum loved you on TV. She even bought one of

your CDs.

Your mum has exceptional taste.

Shit, I won't go that far.

What?

This is the master bedroom. I'm trying to feel the samples laid out.

And don't forget our lady hostess over there who is taking all the orders.

Thank you.

Case, when you took this booking, you didn't tell me they were cops.

Who cares? They bind shitloads. My house is full of cops.

So you're Cheryl West.

So they tell me.

Heard a lot about you.

Oh, none of it's true.

That's what they said you'd say.

The, uh...

Fake fur trim, Jolene, Jolene, baby doll.

Can I get that and come?

Yes, sure.

Get it for the rest.

Monica, it's out.

But you can call me Sergeant.

Any relation to Wayne, Zach?

Only by marriage?

I've thought of it.

Thought of what?

A bunch of Waitangi Tribunal lawyers couldn't decide whether to get all up in

arms over you sitting on the food table or to claim you for their iwi.

What did you do about it?

I bought you for five blankets and an axe.

You think I'm worth it?

Ever been on TV?

No. There's a game show my company's developing.

You would be perfect.

Because it involves fat?

Turning numbers, wheeling on prizes.

Pretty demeaning stuff, actually. What? As opposed to this?

True. How was the circulation?

I can't feel my ass anymore.

Maybe it's time to call it a night.

Yeah, okay.

Wait. Wait for it.

This is too weird.

Why? Everyone has to come from somewhere.

Yeah, but what, four streets away?

I thought I'd left West Auckland for good.

Do you want a drink?

I've got a bottle of Jack in my room.

No, no, I'm good.

Sorry.

Grant Wilkes, battle with the bottle.

You shouldn't believe what you read in those magazines.

Slipping that thing with Carly Bax.

Well, they get it right now and again, I suppose.

Thanks. What for?

Rescuing me, giving me a lift home.

About a chicken farting up a storm.

Maybe I should head home.

Great to meet you, this girl.

Nice meeting you too, Grant.

Grant Wilkes. Grant Wilkes dropped me home last night. You mean the wanker off

the telly? He's also a happily married man. What's he doing dropping you all

way out here?

Because he's a gentleman.

No talent, dickhead.

I love that talk about him and his wife in the IVF.

Yes, I cried.

I forgot that. I cried too.

His wife looked really good with her leg right out in there.

Grandpa,

you were there last night. Grant Wilkes.

Who? The guy from the telly. John Campbell.

Look, he was here, okay?

No one's saying he wasn't, darling.

I am.

On the doorstep.

For you.

See? I told you he was here. What is this job he wants you to do? I need a

that's going to make me very famous.

Grant Wilkes, eh?

Happily married man.

Uh -huh.

Pascal said that he was a total gentleman.

Uh -huh.

Hey, did you go to Mr. Thing?

Yeah, on the way around. And he okay?

All good.

And he's going to drop the material off tomorrow.

Yeah, sure.

How do you think those lady cops wear crotchless knickers under their

I hope so.

And you gave him the money I gave him?

He said he'd try and deliver tomorrow.

Try?

Hey.

Murray.

Hey,

Cheryl. Thought you were still inside.

Well, I've got to love that parole thing, eh?

Hey, I need five bucks. Your car is almost out of gas.

Ah, cheer, doll.

Thought you told him to piss off out of your life. I did.

Well, what the fuck was that?

We talked about how much he's changed, you know, since he went away. Oh, Jesus,

Kate. It's really serious this time. You know, he's got all these really good

plans and everything.

Well, let's hope they're better than his last plans that got him sent away.

Kate, you did give the money I gave you to Mr Singh, didn't you?

Oh, hey, Sharon.

Case gave you some money.

What, the five bucks for petrol?

No, before that, and a way lot more than five bucks.

Oh, yeah.

I want it back.

I can do.

I invested it. What, in telecom shares?

I've got a plan, all right.

It's just for 24 hours. Murray, I want the money back.

Yeah, and you will get it back, plus interest.

Just as soon as I get it back from the guy. Which guy?

Guy. Gave the money too.

Does this guy have a name?

You just think of him as the guy that's going to hook me into the thing that's

going to make us all rich.

I'll explain all this to Case.

24 hours and we're all sweet.

Or a day.

Or two.

Two days. Murray, get me that money back or you'll beg to go back to prison.

Relax, Cheryl. It's all good.

Besides, what are you going to do?

Call the cops.

I mean, Grant's not entirely unrootable for an old guy. Put a CD on, you can

moan along to it.

Isn't Grant Wilkes married?

See, what my sister's thinking is, is he a Rod Stewart to my Rachel Hunter?

I mean, on one hand, he is rich, and he's connected, and he can get me a job

television. On a game show. Lana started on a game show. You give up Rachel to

be Lana?

It's a job on TV.

And you actually think he'll get you this job? Of course not.

But by the time I'm finished with him, he'll realise he meant it.

Didn't Grant and Fanny just reaffirm their wedding vows on PG?

How do you know that?

Mum reads the magazines.

Did I ask how your mum knows that?

He wants to meet.

Well, all I can say is, if you think you know what you're doing, which I do.

All the things you read about me, they're not true.

The TV stuff, it's not me.

It's just not.

Some of the things I write are nice. The things my publicist tells them to.

The rest is crap.

I haven't even met half the people I've had affairs with.

It must be tough, you know, being in the public eye. I know that I would.

Yes, it is.

God, you so understand.

It's like you're not your own person anymore.

Suddenly you're public property.

I guess I get used to it in time. I know there are people who say that I bring

it on myself, you know, with the behind -the -scenes docos on my life and my

company, mate.

Hey, I know heaps of people who really enjoy them. Like the one on the trip

that's in Russia.

My mum was in tears.

You want to know the truth?

Sure.

You can take the triplets out of Russia, but you can't take Russia out of the

triplets. Talk about thou.

When they're not informing on each other, they're informing on me to their

How does mum feel about that?

Sandy's not exactly the Madonna figure the magazines make her out to be.

Screaming psychotic bitch market.

Then why do you stay with her?

I don't know.

Family. I'm very aware of what it is to be a father and a role model.

I guess I can't help but...

Hold on to those old values.

Gran?

If I'm making things worse for you, I want you to tell me.

You? How?

Just being here with you.

We're just talking?

We don't have to.

Just talk.

Not if you don't want.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Wow.

So you've landed yourself an egotistical wanker.

Good work.

And now he's had his wicked way with you.

One blowjob is not a wicked way, Loretta.

He'll be back for the whole sack of spuds. And then after that, he'll be so

pussy whipped, he'll be begging me to take that job just to keep me around.

Do you think Rachel talks this dirty? He's on the hook, he just needs to

wriggle.

Okay, I know this is a really stupid question.

Then don't ask it.

But what about his wife and kids?

I mean, do they factor at all in this?

Loretta, you are so naive at times.

I'm the naive one.

If you say so.

Yeah, Mr. Singh.

Mr. Singh. Yeah, yeah, you've made your point.

Shit, thanks for nothing.

You know my terms settle strictly cash, no credit.

Okay.

How much fabric have we got?

Not enough to fill all these.

We've got bugger all set and no fake fur and we need a truckload of leather to

fill that dyke party order.

We were bloody pushing shit uphill even before.

I've sunk all my cash into this.

Anyone else got any money they want to loan the business?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.

You took the money that we needed to buy material and you gave it to your

dipshit boyfriend to invest in a drug deal. Of course it's your fault. I'm

if you explain that to the cops, they'll understand.

There's a problem with one of the suppliers.

So? Why are you telling me? Well, it might mean a delay in delivery.

You assured me the goods would be delivered by the weekend we agreed.

Well, now they may not.

But I need them by that weekend. I've got something special planned.

Well, the problem could go away if we advance the fire double the usual

We paid you a deposit.

I know. You're not getting any more. Well, it helps speed things up.

If this is some West family con job... No, it's not. If you're trying to pull

something here...

I will persecute you from here to kingdom come. So that was your husband's

You haven't dealt with me yet.

Cheryl. Oh, God, another one. I didn't know you knew Monica.

Well, I didn't until recently.

Tell her not to worry. I'll move heaven and earth so you two can have your

naughty weekend.

What the hell are you talking about?

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I've spoiled the surprise.

But don't worry. The Jolene, Jolene, baby doll and caramel is a surprise all

its own.

Tell your wife and her girl cop mates that they'll get their knickers in time.

All right?

Yeah, they never did find out who those bastards were.

Mind you, I didn't make much of a fuss about it, really. These things happen,

then you move on.

Yeah.

Suppose you do.

Have you seen Murray recently?

That loser.

Yeah, that loser.

Only down at the pub.

Do you know who he's doing business with?

Well, who'd want to do business with that moron? Yeah, well, exactly.

It'd be great if you came back to our business, eh? I mean, that would be a

great help. It's not going to happen, Eric.

See ya.

You in for dinner?

Not really.

I don't need to ask your question, though. It's business related.

Fire away.

I need a loan.

Short -term loan. Legitimate loan. I promise I'll pay you back.

You know, this is pain medication they got me on. I'm all over the place.

I mean, since she left the business. She's gone down the crapper, yeah.

Mind you, I hear your hoochie mama thing's going very well.

I'd love to have a look at that lingerie sometime.

I hear Rochelle's modelling her for you.

You like?

Very much.

You paid for it.

Do you get missed for your money these days?

No, you don't.

Beth.

You know the big thing about this bikini?

What's that?

Now that is a very impressive feature. I thought so.

Your sister.

Give it a rest, Kurt.

I'm just... I mean...

She really wouldn't. Not with Grant Wilkes.

She wouldn't.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Look, this unholy thing you've got for my sister.

But him.

He's a plonker. Why him?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Kurt, you don't know Pascal like I do.

True. I don't know her anyway.

Yeah, and you never will because you are not one of the Grant Wilkes of this

world. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You'll just have to think of her every evening when you shower.

I shower in the morning.

Don't want to know, Kurt.

So do you think we could, like, actually go to the bank for a loan?

As long as we skip the fact that we spent the money on a drug deal.

I'm sure our business plan to sell peekaboo bras through every fat chick in

Auckland will reel them in.

Murray Sleaze will have the money by tomorrow. Yeah.

And then he'll say that tomorrow, and then next week, and next month.

Jesus, Kay, how many times do I have to tell you? He is a loser.

Dump him. And I do.

Every time. And then he comes crawling back, and you let him walk all over you

every blimmin' time. Why are you always picking on me? Oh, gee, Casey, I don't

know. Maybe it's because you took everything we worked for, your bloody

and you bloody screwed it up. I'm sorry.

Sorry for being such a disappointment.

And the next plan is?

This is my special place.

Lovely.

I bought it when I made my first million.

I come here to recharge my batteries.

I could tell.

You know, apart from my wife, you're the first woman I've ever brought here.

Really?

Oh, that's so sweet.

I'm really flattered.

A religious figure with long hair and a beard.

Santa. Joining us for breakfast tomorrow again, Justin?

Yeah.

I had no idea where she is.

You've got to cut the apron strings, Mum. I'm worried about Pascal, that's

Why?

This disappearance is not Grant Wilkes from later, is it?

Would that be a bad thing?

He doesn't know him.

He was here the other night. Yeah, I know too.

Didn't look anything like he does on the telly.

Okay.

He was born 2 ,000 years ago.

Panther?

That doesn't do me.

What did you tell my husband?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I ruin the surprise?

Now every bloody cop in West Auckland knows about it. And you will not believe

the shit me and my girls are getting. What are you bitching to me about it

Go and talk to Wayne.

You guaranteed discretion.

Do you want me as an enemy, Cheryl?

Why not?

Join the gang.

I want our money back. Look, you paid your money. You'll get your knickers on

time. How you use it's up to you and Wayne.

Jesus.

Hey, why don't we just break into things and steal what we need?

Nah, he'd know it was us.

It would really help if we knew who Murray gave the money to.

Oh, no shit, Sherlock.

Hey, don't get snarky at me.

Well, you know exactly being helpful.

Fine.

You sort it out.

I mean, I just used to work here.

Darling, the autobiography can wait. It's far more important, but I'm there

you.

It's no problem, aren't it? I'll drive straight back.

Yeah. Yeah, I love you too.

Bye.

One of the triplets is sick.

Which one?

How the fuck should I know?

I'm going to have to go back in.

Sorry.

It's alright.

And there's always a trip back.

Sir, you were driving a little erratically there.

Scal?

Oh, God.

Officer High, look, whatever it is, I'm sure we can sort it out.

What are you... What... Oh.

I... I dropped my lip balm.

What?

What?

Oh, I'm in big trouble.

Why? I just sucked your dick. It's not like you're over the limit or anything.

What a ho.

Hey, that's my sister.

Can I give you anything?

No, give me a phone.

Mum.

Once upon a time, they used to put little stars on the nibbles.

It must make your heart swell to see one of your ex -students make it be.

As long as nothing of yours is swelling.

Seeing pictures of your sister in the nutty.

Thought you'd walked out.

On the bright side, your daughter's got a body to die for.

What?

Hello? I turned my back for two bloody minutes and you let her cavort all over

the place.

What the fuck do you think you're up to?

Yeah, I wondered when you'd call. I didn't let her do anything. I was pissed

about this as you are.

The bloke's in here putting those pictures all over their walls.

Jesus, Wolf, I didn't need to hear that.

Well, I don't need to hear it either if you catch my drift.

Don't. Are you dealing with this?

I'm trying. Do.

Did you even stop to think about the triplets?

Mystery blonde.

I mean, what is this shit? Don't journalists do any research?

I have a name.

You bet your tiny little dick we should talk.

Were you followed?

How would I know?

Behind you, the rearview mirror.

I don't use the rearview mirror.

They've been stalking me, but I managed to give them the slip.

You don't want to be living in my house right now.

My life has been hell since that magazine came out.

You will try living in mine.

I don't think that would be a very good idea.

Look, things are a bit tricky right now.

So you're just going to dump me now that the shit has hit the fan?

I'm just thinking putting things on hold for a while.

Like the game show job?

What game show job?

I'm leaving now.

Wait, wait.

Do you remember how you said you'd do anything for me? I'm not giving you one

for the road.

No, no, no, not that.

Not only did I get nothing out of this, but some of the bitch begged me not to

talk to the media.

I was this close.

Oh, come on. Now everybody in New Zealand thinks you're a big slut.

How is that nothing?

No, they think the mystery blonde is a big slut. Nobody knows who I am.

What's the big deal? So you're not famous.

Why do you care so much?

Rita, I'm not brainy like Jethro. I'm not evil like you. All I've got to make

is this.

These. This.

I mean, you can be brainy and evil your whole life, but this, there's a time

limit on it. It stags, and I have to be famous before it stags.

But why do you need to be famous?

Because that's the way it is.

Okay.

If you're going to survive this, you're going to need my help.

For a percentage.

Why will I need your help?

Because women's magazines are evil, and...

So am I.

Well, maybe it's just a coincidence.

You slam the door in the lady cop's face, and the next thing you know, the

pounder at my place.

Coincidence, my ass, Cheryl, and you know it. Look, I'm sorry they impounded

Thor, but really, what do you want me to do about it?

He's a bloody chihuahua, Cheryl. God knows what the other dogs are doing to

down at the pound.

Look, misery loves company.

Unless you're here to tell me where the money is, I'm not really interested.

Okay.

I know where the money is.

I mean, I know who the guy is Murray gave the money to.

Which means, I guess, I know where the money might be.

If that helps. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that helps.

Murray likes to be tied up, right?

So last night I said to him, I am so not untying you. Okay, okay.

I'm not interested in the details. That's where the money is.

Luther's got it.

Luther Wallace?

Cedar Wallace's boy.

I think.

You think? Well, Murray was pretty ripped to the tits, but I'm pretty sure

talking about Luther Wallace. Oh, shit.

What? You know Luther Wallace?

He sat on my knee while I drank gin with his mum and the captain.

Well, he's changed since then. I'm pretty sure it's Luther Wallace.

I mean, Murray was pretty hacked off because I got wax in his eye.

So he may have just been saying that to me so I could take the cock ring off

him. You know, because his balls were turning white.

Do you give them any Luther Wallace?

Oh, don't do that shit.

What shit?

That acting like you're important shit. Did the money end up with Luther?

Look, I'm getting involved in a deal. I don't give a rat's ass what you're

involved in. Can you get it back?

Off Luther?

Yes, off Luther.

What? Are you fucking nuts?

Fine, I'll get it myself.

While I'm at it, I'll tell him not to associate with dickheads.

We met at a charity function where he swept me off my feet.

I mean, he just seemed so sad and lonely.

Looking for someone to talk to.

And that's what he did most of the time, just talked. And he loved that.

And he loved it, finally.

Someone was there to listen.

The absolute last thing I wanted was to hurt anybody, especially the triplets,

who he just adored.

But one thing led to another, and before we knew it, there was this real mutual

attraction there, you know?

I guess I felt something that was missing in his life.

Nice. That's good.

What more do you want?

Um, I loved him and I thought he loved me.

Yeah, yeah, nice little shot to the ribs.

I don't hold any grudges and I wish him all the best for the future.

Sweet.

Hey, the photographer wants to know if I'll do almost my top off, you know,

lying in the sand.

Hey, Scarlett, were you not listening to me?

We're here trying to reclaim your dignity.

Okay, sorry.

And you're happy with the cover line?

For the extra money we talked about?

Of course.

I'm not the slut everyone thinks.

Celebrity homewrecker sticks out.

Why didn't they use my cover line?

Because. I'm not the slut everyone thinks I am. This is the proudest day of

life. I'm already getting heaps of calls from my agent. She says that I'm

officially hot.

Yeah, well, remember my 20 % of your heat?

Yeah, from the money I make from the magazine, not from my modeling career.

But the only reason you're hot is because of the article I set up.

So? Pascal, none of the words in this article, none of them actually came out

your mouth.

Nobody reads the words, Loretta. They just look at the pictures.

And why should I pay you any money for getting hired because I'm beautiful?

Because we agreed.

Well, now I'm unagreeing because I don't need you anymore.

What?

So this cop pulls me over, right, for no reason whatsoever, and starts giving me

all these tickets. She gave me one for my warrant, she gave me one for my

registration, and apparently it's all your fault.

It's not my fault you don't have a warrant or registration.

No, not that, but she said to me, tell your mum I want my stuff.

What's the stuff, Cheryl?

Well, there won't be any stuff, not unless I can find Luther Wallace.

Well, what do you want to find Luther for?

You know where he is?

Well, why do you want to find him? Because I've been trying to find his

mother, but she's moved to bloody Australia.

So do you know where Luther Wallace is?

Yeah, well, Luther's one of those guys, you know, if he doesn't want to be

found, he's not going to be found, you know what I mean?

This is the same guy you went to Chris Amon Primary with, right?

Mm -hmm.

Well, come on.

Oh, well, Manta might know a guy who might know... Okay.

What the hell are you doing here? Girl guide cookies, you?

Crush you for once in your life, don't mess me around.

Okay, my business partner's dickhead boyfriend gave the money that your wife

her girl cop friends gave us for those knickers, and in a roundabout kind of

way, the money got to Luther Wallace, so I'm here to get it back.

Oh, Jesus. You happy now?

What are you here for? I'm saving your ass.

Jesus, that's what it feels like. You were just going to walk up there, up to

Luther Wallace, and ask for your money back, were you? Yeah.

Christ, Cheryl, do you want to be in the middle of a drugs bust? What?

There's cops everywhere.

For little Luther Wallace?

Yes, for little Luther Wallace.

Well, maybe he sold a bit of weed to Murray and his thick -haired friends,

really, what is it, a slow day?

Cheryl, he's the biggest pea cook in West Auckland.

But he went to university.

Yeah, and put his chemistry degree to good use.

Well, funny.

That wasn't an instruction, by the way. No.

Um, is that...

your gun in your pocket? No, my gun's in my holster in my... in my bed.

You really didn't need to know that. No, I didn't.

Sorry about that.

You know, I couldn't really help it. No, no, it's all right. Just try not to

shoot Luther as Mum's lovely.

Not that Luther, eh?

It's been a few years since I've seen him. Uh -huh. I was just visiting.

I don't know anything about him.

Come on, get him moving on. God, he was so much nicer when he was at school with

Van and Jethro.

You waiting for a thank you from me?

Yeah, no, never.

Thank you for not letting me walk into the middle of a drug bust and putting

shitty icing on what was already a really shitty day.

Jesus, you're at the tomb and woman, Cheryl, I'll give you that.

I hear this business of yours is pretty racy.

Well, what do you care after today? You're not going to experience it.

Experience what?

I'll have to spell it out for you.

If I don't get that money, I'm screwed. My business is screwed.

So no French maid fantasy for you and I get your bitch wife breathing down my

neck for the rest of my life. Who fucking Ray?

Ex -wife.

We're separated.

I bet you're right about the bitch part.

French maid fantasy thing was for a desarge in South Auckland that she

up with when she was stationed there.

Not for me.

Well, what do you care, right? I mean, your business just went down the

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Your wife stiffed you.

Thanks.

I'm sorry your slutty knickers sling tanks.

Thanks.

I need your help.

Already? That's a record.

So I'm at home, right, and then there's this knock at the door?

Wait till I meet her.

Because it's all your fucking fault?

I read what you said.

I had no idea you felt like that, that I meant that much to you.

Shut up. It gets worse.

I've moved out of the house.

And they're actually standing to kick me out. But it's been great because I've

had the time to think.

And... And what?

Tell me he didn't.

He did.

Come and live at the beach with me.

Because I feel the same way you do, Batgirl.

What did you say?

Well, I told him that I had my period and I had to go to the bathroom.

Inventive. You were, I think, in a hurry. God, at least I got him out of

house.

Think about it.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Well?

What? What should I do?

Don't blame me. It's not right for you.

Follow your heart, Pascal.

It's the only way to true happiness.

Ha ha ha.

It's not very fucking funny, Loretta.

You're going to have to double check all this.

Everything, boss.

Don't call me boss.

Sorry.

Cash date doesn't match up. God knows what else you got wrong.

Lena, give me a break. You told me if I came in, I could pick up my check for

the mermaid job.

Well, there is one other little thing.

What other little thing?

You might remember me as the woman whose husband you fucked.

I underestimated you when I chose you.

Got it right in the tits, teeth and hair department.

Likes them with hair like yours.

Chose me for what?

For the mermaid gig.

The one pretty thing in a room full of guys.

The bait.

Oh, Jesus.

You didn't really think you were the first girl who'd taken out to the beach

house, did you?

You wanted me to fuck him. Hooray, there is a brain in there.

You're a lot nicer in the magazines than you are in real life.

Yes, I am, Pascale Annette.

point.

I'm meant to be the nice one in the magazines, not you.

But thanks to your bloody interview, I'm the woman who doesn't understand him or

even listen to him.

It was meant to be a tacky sex fest, Pascal, and you turned it into something

romantic. Well, if it's any consolation, it was a tacky sex fest.

Not even a very good one.

What?

You don't love him. I don't even say any of that stuff.

I just thought he might be able to help me with my career. That's all.

What if I helped you with your career?

How? I could get you a job on television.

And why should I believe you any more than I believed him?

Haskell, I want to humiliate him in the most public way possible.

But it will mean you taking Grant back into your life.

You will earn your reward.

Trust me.

What kind of job on television?

That's my girl.

Come on, let's sit.

This is your money.

How did you end up with it? I didn't.

You ended up with it.

Yeah, but how?

Bloody hell, you want it or not?

Of course I want it. I just want to know how you... It doesn't matter, does it?

I mean, I did it. Just leave it at that.

This is where you say thank you.

No.

No, this is where I say why.

Jesus, Cheryl.

It's a fair question.

Isn't this what cops are meant to do? Help honest, hard -working folk?

By giving them envelopes full of money?

It's your money.

I'm just returning it.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

Did you just call me honest?

See you later, Cheryl.

Hey, um, can you make the slutty knickers that Monica ordered size

she thinks you're getting fat?

Sorry, against company ethics.

Oh, you've got ethics.

Bloody hell.

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