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If my family find out about this, I will be so excommunicated.

You said you'd look after me. You tough enough, Melissa. When Wolf gets out of

jail, he will nail my balls. He's not getting out.

Looks good, Dad.

I can't do the bloody verge.

My parole officer reckons even going that far from the house won't set off

alarm. Have you tried it?

No, honey, because if I set off the alarm, I violate my parole, and that

put me back in prison. Oh, yeah.

Look, he's back.

The fact.

I think about you.

A lot. I think about you too.

Take care.

Gardening will gain.

Live for the gardening, Mr. Schroeder.

Good. Come in. Thank you.

And how are you feeling within yourself?

How do you mean, Mr. Schroeder? Brian, try not to think of me as your probation

officer. All right, I won't. I want to keep our sessions as informal as

possible. I'm here to help you through this.

Ta.

A lot of male offenders find it more difficult than they'd imagined adjusting

home detention.

Well, I don't really think of myself as an offender, Brian.

If you weren't, Wolf, I wouldn't be here.

Getting plenty of exercise?

Exercise is the key.

I thought about jogging. Good.

But, you know.

Of course, sir.

Very funny. What about Tai Chi?

What about it? I'm a teacher.

In the Wu style.

Wu? Wow.

Wonderful for freeing the body, mind and soul.

Well, that's exactly what I'm looking for, Brian.

I've had my lawyer working on that list of prospective employers.

It'd be nice to get out, get a job, start getting back, you know? Good.

You said the ankle bracelet was chafing your leg.

How's that?

ointment working out.

I thought you said you had a new office.

I do, Grandpa.

Why have I been here before?

Has Corky defended you on that public indecency charge?

Is this Corky's office?

No, it's mine.

Where's Corky, then?

Corky's at rehab.

What's that?

It's a drug thing, Grandpa. Can I have that? No. I don't touch drugs.

Except masculine. Now, there's a drug.

Right on.

Bit of a cliche, don't you think? The old safe behind the painting trick?

You didn't know it was there.

I found it, so beg, I keep what's inside. No way.

Cookie's safe.

Cookie doesn't know what planet he's on.

So is the new leaseholder. Anything left behind is lawfully mine.

Bullshit. Which one of us is the lawyer?

You, which means you're lying.

Of course, you'll have to open it first.

Go halves. Hey, I found it. So what? We go thirds.

No. Thirds. No.

Okay.

Thirds. Works for me.

No, he doesn't.

He does. There's nothing wrong with that. He doesn't love you. You don't

him. Yes, I do.

So why haven't you brought him home? Stop being a petty freak and leave us

alone. It's because, deep down, you fear he's not Mr. Right. He's Mr. You'll Do.

Shut up. What happened to Rachel, Pat Gal?

Shut up, bitch. You work in a video store. Because you made me. And you're

out with a guy you're too scared to introduce to your own family. I'm not.

I think he's going to come now.

No, but me.

Oh!

Sorry.

Did I wake you?

Yes.

But I forgive you.

Here you go.

Thank you.

How come we never get to go to your place?

Because it's much nicer here.

Don't you want your family to meet me?

No, I don't want you to meet my family.

Why not?

Well, I could give you a list, but I'm warning you, it will take ages.

I just want to get to know you a little bit better.

If you want to make this thing work.

That's all.

You know, I think I'd quite like to learn this Tai Chi shit. Just a self

-defense. What again?

Sloth? Well, obviously I'd speed it up if someone was to actually attack me.

Anything you need while I'm out?

No, I have everything I could possibly ever need right here. Yeah, I can see

that.

You got my money?

Oh, yeah. Now look, how about that?

Jesus Christ, Eric, the only reason I keep you around is to run that business.

Yeah, well, it hasn't been very good lately, all. Well, it can't have been

bad. Well, any time you want to come down and check it out, you're more than

welcome.

I'm sorry, mate. Jesus.

Well, even if I did get you some money, it's not as if you could rush out and

feed us.

Have you seen outside this morning?

I was going to say something, but then I thought, well, you know, maybe you let

one of the kids express themselves.

What, all over the side of the house?

Well, I don't bloody know, do I?

Let me know if you need some stuff to clean it off with. I'll bring it back

after my meeting, okay?

Have a nice day.

Do you need a hand?

I was walking past and I saw... Well, actually, I saw your arse. I thought,

that looks familiar.

Jeez, you really know how to get to a girl's heart.

How are you?

I'm OK.

You?

Haven't seen you for a while. Well, you know, it's not that easy.

Clearly.

Say the word, Cheryl, and I'll be there.

You know I can't do that.

Not when I've got to go home after all.

After all?

Well, you know, he's not going anywhere.

Not yet, anyway.

Shit.

Say the word, I'll be there. He knows.

What's he want?

Buggered if I know.

Wanker.

It's definitely P -H -A something.

Far left.

Eric, why would anyone tag the name of a dead horse on the side of my house?

Yeah, well.

They're nice with kids these days, aren't they?

Great. We got tagged by the fatheads.

By the who?

The fathead crew, with a P8.

Actually, they call themselves the fat hard crew.

A penis reference, I suppose. But everyone calls them the fatheads,

really are.

You know these people?

God, no.

I mean, I know they all used to go to Shadbelt High, but I put as much

between me and those morons as possible.

Um, I'm just taking Grandpa for a walk down to the TAB, then I'm off to school,

OK? Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I see it now. See?

Fact.

Hard. Crew.

That's quite a clever one to know, you little... I want you to find out who

these little pricks are.

Why am I going to do that?

Oh, I don't know, Eric.

Ask around?

I thought if anyone knew, it would be you.

Why would I tell you if I did?

I've done you favours in the past.

So it's my turn now.

Isn't that the way it works? I don't know, you making up the rules.

Fuck, fuck, do you know them fat pricks or not?

Why?

Like I said, they're giving someone close to me grief, tagging and shit.

They should make a complaint to the police.

Seriously,

I'm asking you.

For you, Eric, I'll see what I can do.

You tagged the hell?

Yeah, what if?

What if what?

Well, we need it to be told.

Yeah, well, now he knows who he's dealing with because he painted it all

the side of his house.

Isn't she digging that pole pole?

What the hell is a pole pole? It means pole, lease.

Pig. Five -oh. Officer.

Ah, right. So in South Central Glendene, or wherever you fellas come from,

what's the word for fuckwit?

I ask you to do one thing and you're dicking me around.

We ain't lunching on you, Mr Judd.

Well, you better not be, Trey.

Not unless you want me to impound your mum's car.

No, this is my car.

It's just under her name.

One simple thing I ask you and your fat heads to do. Fat hard.

And then we're square.

Why do you want this wolf fellow to come after us anyway?

Not for you to know.

Yeah, but you're being so specific about us getting Wolf off his property, so me

and the boys want to know what the beef's at.

The beef is for me to know, and for you to do what I bloody tell you.

I've been caught the rest of the day.

Anyone we know?

Touch anything while I'm gone, right?

Promise. Oh, and if you do open the safe, you will remember to tell me

inside, right?

You'll be the first person we tell.

Good, because if you don't, I'll find out.

Oh, scary.

Maybe we should get some dynamite and blow it open.

No, no, Mr In -N -Out, that's me.

Come on, Wolfie. Come on. One more. Oh, no.

I want to know why,

Eric. I don't bloody know, do I?

Well, I sent you to find out. And I told you what I found out, which is bugger

all. It's kids sticking you around.

No, it's about this.

Yeah, it was a rash, by the way. They wanted to get me outside the zone so

bloody thing would go off.

Well, why would they want to do that?

That's what I want to find out.

Oh, look, you don't think you might be being just a little bit... I mean, no

I know would want you to do that, Wolf, because if you did that, then you might

end up doing something like violating your parole and going back to prison.

Yeah, well, easy to ask. I'll do it. It's not as if I can go and ask them

myself, is it? Uh, that...

Yeah, we couldn't find our bin, so we nicked this one instead.

It's a pretty good one, too, mate. Yeah, we'll go put it where the other one

lives. Hey, maybe you did something to piss them off.

How exactly?

It's not as if I've been anywhere, is it?

Hey, everyone, this is Hayden. He's staying the night. Come on.

Mr West, Hayden Peters.

Hayden. Good.

Hey, Mrs West.

Hayden, hi.

Moving right along.

Hey, Pascal.

Get your own fantasy.

Don't, don't. It was so uncalled for. You just mind reading your sister.

You've got to think about these things, bro.

Shut up.

Every safe is the same weakness if something screws up.

You need a locksmith to open it.

I am that locksmith.

So this has gone on all day?

Yep.

He didn't open it while you were at school and he's not telling us? I don't

to school.

I've been here the whole time.

Jesus.

You have some really tragic clients.

Didn't you get my message?

I ignored it. I knew I would.

I was bored watching Ocean's Eleven here.

I do have a fucking listening device on.

Yet you can't hear the bloody tumblers click into play.

Can we just rip the whole thing out and take it home with us?

No, I don't want a sodding great hole in the wall. You can put the painting up

again. How the fuck am I meant to work out the contact points with the Mormon

bloody tabernacle? Why are you jabbering in my ear?

Maybe we should come back tomorrow.

Good idea.

Are you okay with that?

With what?

That girl having him in her room.

Well, she's over 18.

At least she's doing it under our roof for a change.

For a change. I repeat.

She's over 18.

He's a dickhead.

Everyone who goes out with Pascal in your book is a dickhead.

Fuck, I hate being stuck in this house.

I feel like I'm under siege.

What, by those idiot kids?

No, them.

The whole fucking world.

Someone's putting them up to this.

They're just as bored as you are, and they're winding you up for a laugh. Come

on.

I'm sure of it.

Oh, well, I'll sort it out.

Hey, Mr. West.

When you're ready, can I have my bathroom back? Sure.

I thought you might remember me.

Hayden Peters.

Danny Peters' boy.

You probably remember him as Dean Price.

You're one of Dean's kids.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I haven't seen your old man in... Fifteen years.

I remember you coming around home and you and Dad would shoot down the shed.

Yeah, well, bloody hard to talk business with a million kids floating around.

Bloody Catholics, eh?

How is your old man?

Dead. Shit, sorry.

Lung cancer. About six months ago.

I didn't know.

Oh, but you were inside.

Yep.

Well, I'm running the family business now.

When do you finish with the bathroom?

I so don't have time for this right now. Yes, you do.

But I have a life.

And a boyfriend.

You don't have any money.

Well, I don't need any. I haven't got hate.

Was feminism something that happened to every other woman?

Why do I need feminism when I can just get money off Hayden?

Look, I really need someone to run my video store.

Since when is it your video store? Since I was the one who suggested you for the

job. Oh.

And I really need some time off. Can you run that past the bar? Yes, next time I

see him. But right now I have something else I really need to attend to, so can

you at least stay the day?

Yeah, Hayden's got stuff to do. Great, good. Bye!

God, we had the most amazing...

Do you think anyone heard us?

I'll be back later, okay?

Hey.

Are you trying to put Wolf back inside?

Sorry? You heard.

Why would I need to do that? Don't. You play the bloody innocent.

You slicked those kids onto him. I mean, why would I need to do that when he's

going to do it himself?

I don't know. I don't know. Maybe you're trying to speed up the process by using

a bunch of fucking kids. Hey, you do what it takes to get what you want. If

breaks parole now, and it doesn't matter how, I can put him away.

But the longer he stays out, the bigger the fall. And when he goes down, he will

drag you with him.

So you should thank me for getting him out of your hair before the shitstorm

gets too big. And you know that's the truth.

Well, if you're such the fucking genius...

What happens if he tries to figure it out? What happens if he starts asking

you want him back in prison? What if he puts you and me together?

You and me? There is no you and me as far as I can tell.

I love you, Cheryl, but I'm stuck in this fucking limbo land and I don't like

it. I can't change that! Well, it doesn't stop me from trying, does it?

Come on!

I don't see what I can do. Give me a couple of days. It's one bloody licence

plate. Yep, and I'll see what I can do. How hard can it be to track one licence

plate? Jesus, Dad, chill out. Don't tell me to chill out. Get me out of this

house! So I can get those little pricks, then I'll chill out. Yeah, I'm working

on that.

And? And I'll send a list of prospective employers to your probation guard.

When? When I've done it.

Oh, well, in your own time. No hurry. Oh, shit, Dad.

You know what?

Most of the people that we know that would give you a job aren't exactly what

the Justice Department would consider appropriate employers for a man on home

detention. You ever think of that?

Then find someone who is. Oh, yeah, no problem.

Hi, Dad.

Shouldn't you be off defending the scum of the earth? No, I've got better things

to do with my time these days.

That boyfriend of yours. Isn't he great?

He's a dickhead, dumbass.

Daddy! You can do a lot, lot better.

No. Trust me, you can.

Daddy, he's really, really successful.

Oh, yeah? At what?

Property. Mm -hmm. He owns heaps of it. Houses and stuff.

Did he ever tell you what he does with these houses?

Rinse them.

Sweetie, he runs prostitutes out of them.

He inherited the houses and the business from his old man.

Dodgiest prick who ever walked the face of the earth.

And I don't want my princess shacked up with a pimp.

One more minute.

I've got a bloody client waiting.

Bring them in. Don't mind us. I'm not bringing a client in with you guys here.

Why? Have they done something furby?

That's the point. The point is, how can my clients take me seriously when

there's two bloody idiots trying to crack a safe in my office?

Out of the face!

Maybe we will come out tomorrow.

Good idea.

Did you get the ball back? No.

That was Old Googly.

It was just a ball van.

Old Googly was a legend.

It was like the best backyard cricket ball ever.

Will you forget about the ball?

Yeah.

Any idea who's in for dinner?

How the hell would I know?

Yeah, I'm counting you already, Munter. Sure.

The point is that these little assholes are going to be back. And when they do

come back, I want you waiting for them.

What, outside?

Yeah. Oh, dad, can't we wait inside?

Okay.

Okay.

But we're not doing it until after dinner.

Well, this is getting way out of hand. I'm just defending our home.

My kids, a bunch of kids, are winding you up for a laugh. Well, what would you

suggest, love?

Should I call the police?

Maybe your mate Judd would like to come around here and save the day.

Maybe. call in the armed offenders who would make it shoot the little turds.

Jeez, you've got way too much time on your hands. Welcome to my world, love.

Man, I guess I'm going to fall asleep.

Maybe we should take a new shoe.

No, man.

If you're sitting there asleep and I'm meant to be awake and all I can think

about is I wish I was asleep like mine, then you know I'll be asleep too.

Have you got anything that could help us stay awake like speed?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Got some pot.

Yeah, that'll do.

This is good. I would have cooked, but I'm not so good at it.

Another thing.

I'm not so good at, is using words to try and say what I really want to say.

The reader is really amazing at that. Like, I'll just be listening to her, but

it won't be until like ages later that I realise what she's crapping on about.

Nicole, what do you need to say?

It's just, it would be difficult for me

to go out with you.

If you were a pimp.

You'd have a moral problem with that.

Oh, shit, no.

I mean, it's not like I want to be a hooker, but some of my best friends at

school are on their backs. I mean, everyone's going to make a living,

So where's the problem?

So you are a pimp.

Just tell me where the problem is.

Dad.

Really? No, you don't think about it. He said it's a family business, which is

rich because our family business is robbing people.

I mean, he's the one at home on home detention.

It was a family business.

One of them.

I'm liking the sound of that word.

After the old man died, I sold those businesses.

It is way too much hassle running suburban brothels now that it's legal.

You know, you've got Osh, the idea up your arse, the neighbours are getting

thingy about it. So I turned the houses into old people's homes.

Just as profitable after bloody hassle.

So, you're not of him?

No.

No, I live off the elderly instead.

Oh, that is so fantastic.

So you're going to tell your old man that for me?

Tomorrow.

Want a fresh one?

Why not?

Life is shit.

What pushed your button? Being old and useless.

Yeah, well, you get that.

Oh, that's pretty fucking profound, son. Hey, you're not the only one with

problems.

Pardon me for existing. You've got a problem, sort it out. Sort your own

problems out. I will.

I am, I'm just... See, if you've got a bugger around here being useless,

that's...

You're not the only one with problems, you know.

What? Come on!

It's off.

So Mr In -N -Out is now Mr Can't -Be -Asked. I'm too old for that shit.

Then teach me.

You what? You heard.

You. Oh, so because I'm a girl. You don't have the patience.

Bullshit. You don't.

Prove it.

Fine, I'll get my bag.

Um, Grandpa, you might want to get dressed first.

For your information, my boyfriend is not a pimp.

And he's my boyfriend, not yours, so I get to choose when to dump him and not

you.

Got to go to work.

Well, at least you got a good night's sleep.

Don't blame him.

He was given a job to do.

Look, it's you versus a bunch of kids. It's not bloody Iraq.

I don't know anything about anything.

What do you want?

We're here to help, Wolf.

I get to work this morning and I hear there was a crime perpetrated at the

household, so naturally I come straight around.

Are you two ladies the only bloody cops in West Auckland?

Matters involving the West family tend to get referred to me. Just my luck.

Apparently a motor vehicle was stolen? Yeah, my motor vehicle. By a bunch of

kids. With all my stuff in it. And I'm not expecting to see it again, but

for asking, you know. Thanks for taking a personal interest.

Right, uh, I was unaware it was your car, Cheryl.

Well, now you know.

We'll get straight on to that. I wouldn't want to waste any valuable

resource on my behalf.

Would you be able to describe these kids?

No. No one saw a bloody thing.

But like I say, I'm sure you've got far more important things to be doing with

your time.

We'll get on to that.

That bastard.

It was him.

He put those fucking kids under me.

They have gone nuts. He wants me to break parole.

Look, Wolf, I know you two aren't bosom buddies, but... Think about it. He hates

my fucking guts, right?

Shit, it makes perfect sense.

And now the prick comes over here to gloat about it. All right.

That's the way he wants to play it.

How the hell does stealing her car achieve anything?

He smashed my window.

So? Yeah, well, so he needed to be told. Don't give me that he needed to be told

crap. Nobody told you to steal anything. And what are you going to do about it?

Charge me?

I don't think so, Sergeant Judd, because if you charge me, I'm going to start

talking about this little thing we've got going.

Trey, I'm not going to charge you.

Good. I will mess up your life in ways you can't begin to imagine.

Now, where's the car?

Don't be a dickhead all your life.

It's in Mitchell's dad's garage.

It's on their lifestyle block.

Is it in one piece?

Sort of.

Is everything that was in it, in it?

Well, kinda.

Put it back together.

Put everything back in it.

Park it at the mall and call me when you're done.

Moron.

Can you hear the clicks?

Three. No, four.

Three. No.

This model of tape has got four wheels, hence four clicks.

Well, how come I can only hear three then?

Because you're deaf. All that listening to music through headphones.

Okay, jeez, don't spoil the Disney family movie moment.

What's that?

The pass up of knowledge from one generation to another.

There are four clicks, got it?

Now, we determine the contact points for each wheel, then we graph those to work

out the numbers, then we try the possible combinations of the numbers.

much more exciting in the movies.

And if all that fails, we hit it with the largest hammer we can find.

Now you're talking.

Contact points.

Seriously, I was close to having an emotional bonding moment then.

Shut up and listen.

That's hardly in the spirit of the law, is it? Not entirely, no.

So what are you going to do about it?

One stone can kill many birds, Eric.

Is that from that Tai Chi stuff Schroeder left you? No, it's from the

of Wolf.

So, what do I have to do?

Who says you have to do anything?

Normally, in these things, there's a bit where you say, Eric?

You'll see.

You get it?

Yep.

Presumably in the mum's name.

That's fine.

Call that?

Yep. Sweet.

Yo, this is Trey.

Mama's a lovely woman, Trey.

Very helpful.

Maybe she got a dipshit like you for a son.

Who is this?

You stole a car from my house last night.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Turn the music down, Trey, so we can talk.

Good boy.

Now, I don't know what it is that Sergeant Judd has over you, but believe

me, it is nothing compared to what I can do.

Don't be dogging on me, man. You can't even leave your crib. How are you going

to hurt me?

Hurt you?

Trey, I didn't say anything about hurting you.

I want to make a deal.

Why don't you come over in a couple of hours?

Yeah, right. So what? I can get whacked upside the head as a... Trey, I said I

don't want to hurt you.

If you don't believe me, bring your boys.

Bring as many boys as you like. I'm here alone.

Talk to you soon.

Brian, how are you?

Mr Schroeder, good to see you.

Well, we encourage those on home detention to seek employment while it is

still... privilege, you understand?

I just want to get out and do my bit for society, Brian.

Be that as it may, this list your lawyer provided of prospective employers?

Well, to cut a long story short, none are acceptable.

Well, they're all business people, Brian. It's hard to be a saint in the

you know?

Well, the police tended to look on this more as a list of non -associates.

These are all upstanding members of the West Auckland business community, Brian.

None of whom are acceptable to... So how do we make this work?

Find a job.

that benefits the community and helps with your rehabilitation.

Well, how hard can that be, eh?

Would you

like me to take over again?

Do you think you're up to it?

I will die before that bastard defeats us.

Are you sure that's a wise thing to say, all right?

You must be the try -hard crew.

Fat hard crew. Oh.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Mr. West's lawyer.

There's a bull that goes with his bat.

We want old Googly back.

What? Where's West?

He had to go out.

Yeah. How can he go somewhere he can't even leave the house?

Says who?

Hey!

Oi!

You cracked it.

You bloody legend.

You're my hero.

Be my guest.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's so good to see you out. So, so good, my friend. Cheers, Filoni.

I want to see tears of joy just seeing your face.

Yeah.

I can feel them coming now.

Filoni, let me go.

I was just overcome by the sight of you.

Well, you could have come around the house, you know. I'm there 24 -7.

I've been busy, you know.

So what are we talking here?

Oh, mate.

Nah, there's not much cool for these type of cars anymore.

Polani, I've been on home detention, not the dark side of the moon.

Okay.

I'm sure we can sort out a fair price.

Good man.

The matter has returned.

Skip the love, Eric. Did you bring what I asked?

One bloody great rock, as requested.

Yep, that'll do it.

Do what exactly?

I want you to drop it on my foot.

What?

Drop the rock on my foot.

Is this some sort of an escape attempt?

Just drop the bloody rock, Eric. Jeez, the bit bloody trash that wolf. I mean,

there must be an easier way to get it. Just drop it, Eric!

Higher. Hey.

Lift it up a bit. Well, it's going to bloody hurt. I know it's going to hurt.

Just do it.

Oh, mate, I can't.

You mean too much to me anyway. What if we get it off? Where are you going to

go?

Give me the rock. Mate, it's not worth it. Give me the bloody rock. No.

I'm not going to drop it on my foot.

You promise?

I promise.

I'm going to drop it on yours.

Aye?

What do you mean he's out?

He's out.

He can't be out. He's not allowed to be bloody out.

Carol, something kind of came up. What?

Shit, that's about those kids.

Oh, good news about you giving your card back. Shut up, Munter. Okay.

Van? Look, we kind of need to teach them a lesson, all right? What lesson?

Wolf here?

I think you know the answer to that. We got a call from the monitoring company.

Wolfgang West has left the building.

I wouldn't get too excited, Sergeant.

Wolf, good of you to join us.

You do know that by leaving the premises, you have violated the terms of

parole, don't you? Really?

That's not what Brian said.

Brian's my probation officer. Top bloke does Tai Chi.

You all right there, mate?

Yeah, I'm all right.

She's getting out of the stairs on the crutches I'm not used to.

Poor old Eric had a bit of a gardening mishap.

Dropped a rock on his foot. Big one.

Bloody heck, too.

I tried dialling 111. I don't know what you fellas were doing, eh? There must

have been a problem with the phones.

So I had to drive him to hospital myself.

Yeah, I was in no condition to drive.

Lucky it wasn't broken.

Just bruised.

I've got the x -ray to prove it.

I then called Brian at the hospital, explained the situation to him.

He had no problem at all with any parole violation in this case.

So I guess we're all good then.

We'll have to talk to Mr Schroeder to confirm this.

Fill your boots, laddie.

Oh, top job retrieving the wife's car too, Detective Sergeant Judd.

Just thorough police work, was it?

As always, Wolf.

Sorry to get you caught up in the middle of this, love.

You're lying.

Honest to God.

What was in the safe? I'm telling you, we don't know. We couldn't get it open.

Grandpa's really got it. Oh, boo -hoo.

What was in the safe?

What is the point of having a safe if you don't put anything in it?

Jesus Christ, what a fucking stupid waste of time that was.

What? But we opened it, didn't we? That is not the friggin' point.

Yes, it is.

We knocked the bastard off.

We knocked the bastard off. We knocked the bastard off. We knocked the bastard

off. We knocked the bastard off. We knocked the bastard off. So logically,

could we know what was in the safe when we couldn't get it open?

You guys are lying.

Then you open it.

Good luck.

Ow!

Jesus, the look on your face, mate.

Yeah, well, you could have given us a bit of bloody warning.

You're a good man, Eric.

This makes us almost even.

You know what I'm talking about.

Go on.

Get that down you. That'll cure what ails you.

What's the reason for the party?

Oh, you know, victory.

Over the forces of evil.

Sure. Hey, I've got to pop out for a while.

How you doing?

Yeah, very good, thank you. Hayden?

Hat girl told you, right?

Don't mean I'll be involved in the old man's business anymore.

In her own way, yes.

Yeah, I'm into a lot of other stuff these days. Good for you. All sorts of

businesses. If you ever want to talk. You got a job for me in any of these

businesses of yours?

Sure. I'm talking about a real job with plenty of strings attached.

Including this bloody thing on my leg.

Well, that's no problem.

No problem.

How does charity work, Sam?

Like robbing the rich and giving to the poor. That's how I got where I am today.

So when do you want to start?

It was a bit of a long shot.

Bloody idiot.

I had to do something, didn't I?

If he goes back inside, it's because he deserves to, not because of you and me.

If I have to tell you that again, it's the last time we see each other.

So when's the next time we're going to see each other?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Am I only trying to speed up the inevitable, Cheryl?

We'll see.

The charity's in force, and a fair proportion of the money does actually go

the charity.

A fair, but not exorbitant proportion.

With the other 80 cents in every dollar pledged, I drop about 30 cents into

overheads. Net profit, 50 cents in the dollar.

What is it I'm meant to be doing for this charitable organisation?

I'm not exactly known for my telephone number.

I have something else in mind to keep you fully employed.

Help with my rehabilitation.

Exactly. Cheers!

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