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Next week, there's a kind of meeting.

All these gangs from all over the place, they're all getting together.

And they're all bringing a shitload of money to put together to buy all these

drugs. Jesus, you're not getting the drugs.

No, we're selling the money.

We up and running?

About.

Now, if they see a connection between you and this girl, then that means they

come after us.

I'm not doing it.

Aurora's worth way more than some job and a truckload of cash.

I want him stopped.

I don't care how you do it. Just do it.

Mind you, between me, you and the bedpost, she's a lot more fun than the

Wolf knows about us. And, uh, we kind of got away.

Once upon a time, far to the west of everywhere, there lived a princess.

Really hot princess.

And a handsome knight, of course.

And the knight, he's really good at rooting, eh?

Dan, it's a fairy tale. Fairy tales don't have rooting in them.

But the really hot princess is

also a very, very foolish princess and is now a prisoner in her castle.

Imprisoned by a black horseman.

He's a good man, wasn't he?

Now it's laying to jealousy.

Refox, refox, the pot is on the boil. The pot is on the boil.

So what happens to the princess?

Who knows?

No, you know, the reason why we... chose Aurora as our in -house model is that

she's, well, she's totally identifiable within our target market range.

Well, you know, what I mean is that she's, well, she's beautiful and

loves her.

I know.

Great. Oh, look, here she is.

Thanks for the tea, eh?

See you. We'll see you next time. No, that won't be for a while.

Aurora's got other shit she needs to look after.

Guns and roses, songs, every rose has its thorns.

It's a poison song.

Well, that doesn't matter. It probably does, the poison.

Mum, I know what that song's about.

It's about how beautiful things like roses and aurora come with pricks that

hurt you like Tyson.

I'm going to search the princess, Mum.

What I need is a plan.

I texted Hayden five times last night and he didn't text me back once.

Maybe he's busy like he said he would be. Okay, but would you text back if

someone texted you that?

I just think that you do it.

It'd be nice to feed it, though.

He shouldn't be too busy for me.

Maybe he's dumped you.

No way.

Hey, Dad's in the paper.

Yeah? Yeah, and that police will -you -do -our -job bracelet.

God, it's not the most flattering of photos, is it? One for the family

scrapbook? When did he assault a police officer?

When he was violating his parole, I guess.

I hope it was that hacky creep.

The horsemen have had an outstanding feud with the filthy bastards since

The Brotherhood, not exactly best of friends with Hitler's henchmen, given

the henchmen are outspoken white supremacists and the Brotherhood are

overwhelmingly brown.

Devil doesn't? Well, everybody hates them. Which begs the question, why are

getting reports from down the line that these bastards are heading up north for

a piss -up?

Judd, are you paying attention or are you thinking about your lady love?

The way I hear it...

You have intimate inside knowledge of the West.

Tell me, has your probing turned up any connection between them and the

horsemen?

No, I have no more information on that, sir.

Keep poking away.

We'll maintain the usual surveillance. In the meantime, talk to the usual

suspects. Somebody must know something around this momentous gathering.

What have you been saying, Hickey?

You are banging Cheryl West, right?

So you got Wolf to come to the pub.

That's why he decked you, right?

Christ! That's what I need. Some fucking bunch of cops girly -gossiping about

me. I just thought you needed to know before, you know, your family find out

from someone they shouldn't.

You found Wolf yet? He'd be the first I'd tell if we had.

He'd help a lot if you told me what he's up to.

You do know, right?

Can't. Jesus, Cheryl.

It's a bit late for that Code of West bullshit.

I tell you, you tell your cop girlfriend and some people I love very fucking

much, though God knows why I end up dead or in jail.

Why would they be dead?

I don't necessarily have to tell my girly cop, mate.

If that helps.

Thank you.

Still can't tell you.

If you want to help, you can find me, Wolf.

It's got to be a bloody great help.

So how are you?

Pretty bloody busy.

So what's so important?

I've got something for you.

One of my clients gave me this in lieu of payment.

I immediately thought of you.

What's this?

Oh, come on.

Can't one sibling give a gift to another without it having to mean something?

Nah, I mean, what is it?

It's a foot spa.

A what?

A spa.

For your feet.

Okay, cutting the shit, what do you want?

Dad needs you.

Well, for the job. Of course for the job.

Is that still happening, is it?

Yes. And he said he can't do it without you, Van.

Well, if he needs me so badly, then why can't he ask me himself?

Because he's in hiding, moron.

He's prepared to give you a bigger piece of the pie.

Why? What do you mean why? Because it's more money, and we need you.

Don't you know?

I'm just muscles.

Anyone can do the lifting. Shit, even you can do the lifting.

You are doing it, aren't you?

Dad's got you getting your bloody hands dirty for a change.

That's what this is about, isn't it?

And you are shitting yourself.

I'm not scared, I'm just...

Better suited to being behind the scenes. You may have got the brains of

family, bro, but now we know who got the balls, eh?

Look, Van, you have to do this job. Why?

He's got his number one son helping him out.

Hey, you better wear yellow pants when you do the job, bro, so now I can tell

when you're pissed at me.

Okay, give it back.

It's mine. It's a gift from one sibling to another. It's sibling, moron. It's

mine.

Hello, Jethro.

Hello, Van.

The wolf's only been gone two seconds and you're already fighting over the

family heirlooms. It's a foot spa and it's mine. Whatever.

I need to talk to you.

Hey,

Ted.

Maybe you should wear brown pants when you're doing the job.

What's funny about brown pants?

Nothing. Nothing is funny.

Is this just routine harassment or are you here to ask me how I feel about you

being my new daddy?

Yeah, I thought me and you could go down the park, play a game of catch.

Where's Wolf?

How the hell should I know?

You're his number one son.

You know what, Wayne?

I'm a really busy man.

Can you do me a big favour and get the fuck out of my office?

Well, clearly you're under a lot of stress.

I'll give you a call about that game of catch, eh?

Something we've paid 40 bucks, Barry reckons anything that stops his mistress

from smelling is worth it.

Hey, um, I figured it out.

Figured out what?

How to get Aurora out.

Does it involve waiting till Tyson dies of old age?

No. Look, you know when I was arguing with Jed, right? I realised that I've

balls, right? And what do some of the balls do?

Try not to get them chopped off and feed to a couple of pitties.

What they do is they don't sneak around, right? They go in the front door, man,

right?

You remember that thing we studied in school?

No.

The only time we got a B.

We made that, like, model thing.

The Trojan horse. Yeah, that's the one. Right. And that is how we're going to

get her up.

I've got to go, Mum. I've got to go, Mum. Okay.

Hayden Peter.

Yep. I'll take the Sergeant Wayne Judd.

Ah, I presume this is about Mr. West.

Yeah, he hasn't turned up to pick up his pay packet or anything, has he?

Hardly worth his while, I should imagine.

Stupid bastard.

Give someone a break, eh? Yeah, and they chuck it back at you like garbage.

Well, you won't be getting a second chance from me, I can tell you that

If he does turn up, you will give me a call, right?

He's just trying to stop me.

Thanks for your help. No worries.

But what if it's more than just a routine inquiry?

What would it be?

You fucking bastard!

It's just that... Judd has kind of a special interest in my family.

Isn't every second cop in West Auckland?

Not in this way.

Right, you don't believe me? I'll show you.

Believe you about what? With one phone call, I can blow the power... At the

horseman's place. I didn't say I don't believe you. I said it better bloody

because I don't really feel like dying.

Same thing. No, very different thing.

Look, stop cagging yourself, will you? This is as good as it gets.

Staring death in his inky black pupils and going, you and me, mate. Right here,

right now.

And I'm still going to bloody show you.

Sparky, you can't blow the power now.

Not there, dickhead. Here.

I don't want you to blow the power here. Don't worry, I'll fix it.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

See? Piece of piss. Good work, Sparky. Now turn the fucking power back on.

Afraid of the dark as well, are you? Put the fucking power back on, would you?

Okay, okay.

Hey.

Don't worry about John.

He knows nothing.

I'm going to do the raincoat thing.

What raincoat thing? To surprise Hayden.

He's been working really hard and he needs some stress relief, so that's what

I'll give him. Unless he's dumped you and hasn't told you. He has not dumped

Okay, so back to the previous question.

What raincoat thing? The one from the foreign film.

Um, there's more than one foreign film, Pascal.

The one with the woman in the raincoat.

What do you think?

I think you're insane!

You don't think it'll work?

You don't have to do this, Van, okay? Not for me.

Yeah, I do.

So, do you reckon you can swing things from your end?

I guess.

Well, I'll go then.

Everyone here is totally paranoid.

They are searching everything that comes in the game. I'll sort it, okay?

If they find you, they will fucking kill you. Tell them that, you pricks. They

can stay here one night, then they can find a fucking motel.

Who are you talking to?

There's a problem with the food.

Honey, I've got more important things to worry about than fucking food, eh?

You sort it.

I will.

You will.

The fastest will be here by 9 o 'clock and after that the gates are shut, no

else comes in.

Sweetie, baby's here to take all your worries away.

I'm doing fine, eh?

Got a few things on my plate, you know.

Yeah, I know.

It's really good to see you, though.

I mean, not to see you, you know.

I was really worried when you disappeared, though.

We all were. Thank you.

So are you going to come home now?

I wouldn't hold my breath, sweetheart.

And you can't tell anyone that you've seen me. Do you understand?

Not anyone.

Except mum.

No, not your mother.

Especially not your mother.

Why?

Just the way it is, eh?

Okay.

But I can still come and see you, eh? Of course you can, yeah.

I'll miss my little girl.

Okay. The dive gear's been sorted.

The man, he asked me what it was for. I just told him they were going to be

raiding some crate points. He was sweet with me.

Oh, George, man, it's all coming together.

Like... Mince and cheese.

Mince and cheese.

Eh?

Like in a pie, mince and cheese.

I prefer bacon and eggs.

Manzer, I need to talk to my brother.

Like I was saying, bro, I've got to... Alone.

It's cool, man.

The kid.

What do you want?

If you come back on board, you'll get your share, plus I'll give you half of

mine. Hmm.

Nah.

But, I want you to remember this, G -throat.

Only by facing his fears can a man truly become a man. Van, just do the fucking

job.

No.

I know what this is about, Van.

You're taking mum's side over dad.

You're letting him down, but one time in his life when he really needs you.

But he doesn't need me.

He's got you.

I don't mean for the job.

I mean because he just found out that Mum's been screwing Wayne Judd.

You're right. Nice try, G.

It's true.

Bullshit. Ask him if you don't believe me.

Or ask Mum. See if she denies it.

Or, I dare you, ask Judd.

Did you root her?

You don't muck around, do you? Straight to the bloody point. Is it true?

This is a conversation you should be having with your mother. Is it true?

Yeah, it's true.

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is. No, it isn't! Yes, Van, it bloody is!

So you've been banging my mum!

Van, I'm going to tell you this, and you're just going to have to believe it.

love your mum. You don't love my fucking mum! Believe me, most of the time, I

wish I didn't love your mother.

Yeah, me too.

But the fact is...

I do.

It's insane, I know, but isn't that the thing about love that is a total pain in

the ass?

You just can't control who you fall in love with.

I would do anything for Cheryl, and I have done in the past.

So is that why I didn't do time for the Tongan job?

Yeah, it is, Van.

But don't blame her for this.

Blame me if you need someone to blame.

You Wisps already hate me, so it shouldn't be too much of a stretch.

Thanks. For what?

Need a straight -up woman?

Yeah.

You're not still involved with your father's job anymore, are you?

I'm not asking as a cop.

Good.

Keep an eye out for your mum, eh?

She's going to need someone on her side pretty soon.

And here's Pascal West modelling the summer's luggage collection.

Shows how much you know. You can't have a collection in luggage. Only swimsuits

and clothes come in collections.

OK, so...

Where are you taking your non -collection of luggage?

I'm moving out.

Really? Great.

Possibly forever.

It just gets better and better.

There are people out there who need me.

So you're giving your body to charity?

No, I need Hayden.

The raincoat thing works then.

Well, enough to know where I can be of help. By giving handjobs. See, that's

another reason why I'm leaving, so I can go where people respect me.

Go away.

Hi.

I'm a bit busy.

Yeah, well, this won't take long.

Have you heard from your father?

Okay, I'll take that as a yes. Can you get a message to him for me?

He's really interested in hearing from you right now. Right now, that's the

least of my worries. Can you tell him from me? I don't care what he does

anymore, but can he please not involve my son?

For God's sake. Van's out of it, all right? I'm not talking about Van.

It's for you.

Well, you can be whatever fucking crooked lawyer you want to be. You're

enough to make your own choices.

But please, death row.

Not this job.

Do you know something about this job we're doing?

Such as?

Such as the cops know all about it.

I haven't told them a thing.

Not why one of my sons is involved.

Let's see him off back at home.

That's all I ask.

It seems we have a bona fide gang summit on our hands.

A united nations of lowlifes.

This is most likely to be a meet and greet for the gangs to coordinate their

criminal activities.

Judging by the amount of alcohol going to the horseman's place, it would seem

these guys have got some serious coordination in mind. So, we'll let them

their fun tonight.

And in the morning, we'll give them a nice little surprise to go along with

their hangovers.

We're going to raid them.

Yes, DS Judd?

What if...

It's more than a wine and cheese evening. Like what?

Well, you said yourself they hate each other, so why gather?

We have no intelligence to suggest anything other than strategy meeting.

It's just a hunch.

Yeah, well, talk to me again when you've got more than the hunch.

What are you doing here?

Hi, baby.

What are you doing?

Just cleaning up your mess, honey.

No, no, this stuff.

There's no way you can be here right now.

Don't worry, I know your little secret.

What?

I know that you're hiding Dad, and I think that's really sweet of you.

You have to leave.

Why? Because you can't fucking be here right now, Pascal. That's why.

That'll be okay with Dad.

Yeah? Well, he's not going to be here much longer anyway, isn't he?

Just because I let one west crash for a few days doesn't mean you can all move

in.

Jesus.

You don't want me. No, Pascal, I don't. Not here, not now.

I mean, ever.

Pascal, you know, you're a lovely person and we have a great time together, but

it was never as if we were going to get married or anything.

Oh, shit.

Oh, Pascal, come on.

Open the door, please. Don't be angry, OK?

Open the f...

Mum.

Mum.

I know about you and Judd.

I'm cool with it.

Really? No.

I'm not totally... But...

Every rose has its thorns.

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah.

So... Come here.

What's this, Van?

It's a hug.

What for?

I figured you could use one about now, maybe.

Yeah.

Mum.

I just... I wanted to tell you I love you.

Even though I don't love your behaviour.

Where are you going, then? Out.

Where?

Don't worry, it's nothing to do with Dad.

Hey, girl.

Oh, honey.

Where's the beer?

Hey, where are we at with this fucking food thing?

Getting sorted.

I still don't see what the fucking problem was with the Thai. I like Thai.

This henchman won't eat anything Asian.

Oh, yeah?

Well, those Weasley little fags are in my house now, so they can eat what's put

in fucking front of them and be grateful for it, little Hitler -loving prick.

Tell you what, one of them steps out of line, eh? One fucking big hell too many,

I'll babble. Tyson!

I've got it under control.

Come here, you.

Thanks, eh?

You're the best.

Listen, if one of these bastards touches you tonight, you tell me, eh?

I'll cut his fucking hand off and stick it so far up his arse he'll prick his

nose with it.

Everyone's assembling?

I'm back, Sam.

40.

You know, if you want to...

Call out anytime, you know, you can.

Who would drive you in the rural to freedom?

Yeah, true.

So, um, thanks.

Mince and cheese, baby!

Yeah, bacon and eggs, man.

Okay.

Hey, hey, the gang's all here.

Can't believe the filthy bastards bought this year in a paper bag.

Talk about far.

I can't believe they've earned the money to buy their way here.

Apparently they've pulled a fishing boat.

They don't actually own it, but they've pulled it anyway.

Hey, I know that Brotherhood Clown.

Crazy... Oh,

some bloody Mary name. Everyone just calls him crazy.

Anyway, he got stabbed once and he walked to hospital with a knife still on

back. Shut up, Sparky.

Bastard. He's going to shit himself.

It serves him right for getting in hot with the wrong people, useless prick.

Hang on, that's my accountant you're talking about.

I hope he's insured.

Good on you, boys.

Lock it away nice and safe until tomorrow.

All those drugs you're going to buy.

That guy's name, that devil -dungeon bastard, Slasher Harris. I bet you don't

know how he got that nickname.

I'm not really interested, Sparky. Bleed to the size of a pea.

Say goodbye to your money, boys.

Here we are, lad. Go get picked.

Deliver the truck, Bilo.

Nobody comes in, nobody goes out. Not until morning.

Woo! Being 20 feet away from a room full of 100 % guaranteed Kentucky Fried

Psychopaths.

Doesn't that get your juices flowing?

Just get out of my fucking face.

You would have the fucking stones when we're two feet away. Just get out of my

way then, I fucking will.

Hey, leave him alone.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Then everything is as it should be.

Now fucking time.

Yeah, sorry, bro.

Park it over there. Yeah, yeah, sure thing, boss.

Search him.

Hey, where you going to hide?

Hey, where's Monkey?

Over here.

He got hot dogs on sticks.

Sweet. I love it.

Hey, dude.

Can you speed it up? I don't want to power Fritters for too long.

When I'm ready.

Neil! Neil!

Get the fuck out of there, will you? Got hungry people here. Would you get the

men to start cooking?

Sorry, Aurora.

Pineapple fritter?

Yes, of course.

I need one complete.

Don't celebrate till after phase three. We get the hell out of here.

Shop's open, bro.

Deal's done.

Let's have a fucking party!

He was a nice boy.

Hi, hon.

What's wrong?

Well, we're drinking away our man problems.

Okay.

Hayden, dump me.

Am I allowed to join?

Why? You don't have a man.

Well, it's when you don't have them, Pascale. That's when men are the biggest

problem.

If you say so.

Yeah.

That's right. You're going to have a good old look around.

Oh, my goodness.

What's this I found in the bottom of the drawer?

Oh, that's right, little Nazi rat. It's a bottle of very lethal and very

expensive heroin.

I know.

Let's have a party.

Do I get to cry?

Ready when you are.

How's it going? All right.

Hit me with hands, man. Keep calling me Kunta Kinte.

Is that Aurora?

Yeah, if it wasn't, we'd be fucked, wouldn't we?

Need a hand?

Sure.

Tell her I love her.

Tell her you love her, eh?

I just want to jump up and kill you.

That wouldn't be the brightest idea.

Yeah, it wouldn't be far from it, though. Shut up.

So, as soon as everyone's off their nuts... We'll shut up the shop, then

hide you in the back, and then we'll drive out of here.

No one will notice a thing.

In theory.

Be quick, man. As long as we're out of here, if Sparky has to do his thing.

Sweetie.

Hey, you have to concentrate.

Oh, be quick.

Hey.

Sweetie, the trick thing.

What do you think you're doing?

Helping. Like fuckers and misses of mine working some bedship job at my party.

Get out. Now.

Come here.

Fuck. Not a happy man, eh?

Tyson's got trust issues, if you ask me.

He'll be locking her up in their room once again.

Pity. I do like looking at her ass.

Hot dog?

Cheers.

Sweet, bro.

Anyone there? No.

Hey, what are you doing?

I don't want to get her.

What if it all goes pear -shaped? Do we end up stuck in here with these bastards

thinking we stole their dog? Be ready to roll when I get back. We should cut and

run, find another way.

Okay, I think we're good to go.

Hey, back it up a bit, will ya?

We've got half a ton of fucking space to move.

What the hell's that noise?

Do you hear that?

I always thought there were three kinds of men in the world.

The ones that you don't fuck ever, the ones that you fuck because you can and

they're hot, and the ones that you fuck and then marry.

If I'd have known that stupid Hayden was a don't fuck ever, I wouldn't have

fucked him. Yeah, that's the problem. You know, trying to work out which man

goes where.

You know, sometimes it's the ones that you least expect that are the best ones

for you.

the future, eh, boys?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Rora?

Sam?

Yeah?

Uh, stand back.

Get the fuck out of here. Come on, easy.

I don't care what's up.

Um, come in here.

Pretend you're like a really drunk Nazi chick, okay?

That's it.

I'll tell Sparky to hurry up.

We're going.

Wolf.

I said I got a fucking timer, but I couldn't watch it!

Oh, fuck, they've seen it. Come on, we're out of here.

Move it!

What's up, you cuss on?

What have you done, Martin? What have I done, huh?

You're becoming a bloody lunatic throughout the bloody truck!

Do the thing we're going to set off on.

Count down, everyone.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

You got a backup plan?

Um, not really.

You want the tires to kick the butt?

Stay down. Hold on.

Brace yourselves.

Screaming speed!

Woohoo! The war is over!

It is!

Assholes. Okay, you guys can come out now.

Hey, you guys can come.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

So girls up, dicks down.

Girls up, dicks down.

Okay, time's come.

So you need a puke?

No, no, it's something I've got to tell you and I've got to do it before you

hear from someone else. Pascal's adopted.

No, no, no, this last time, this last time that your father was in prison, I

an affair.

You? Yeah.

Oh, it happens, I guess. Got to get him somewhere.

What? Was it anyone we know?

Please don't say Eric. Oh, God, no. No, it was, um... It was, uh... It was Wayne

Judd.

Shit.

How could you?

There is... some lines that...

You don't cross.

Why, ever.

Spend it wisely and discreetly.

No need to tell me.

Oh, I've seen the flamethrower on Trade Me I really want.

And this bloke down in the Hutt Valley reckons he can get his hands on a second

-hand fire engine.

Pleasing to work with such a professional.

Wish I could say the same.

Good one.

Wolfie.

How are you coping with the tragedy?

Gushes. I just lost my business in a terrible fire that consumed several

businesses in my block.

Luckily, I'm heavily insured, huh?

Respect, mate.

You cool with this? Yeah.

This is part of the job I'll completely call it.

If I end the business tomorrow, how she is in the tank will be locked away in

trust accounts.

Safe from prying eyes.

With that, the battery ether dissolved any final lingering evidence, should the

cops become involved.

That job was a joy to watch, Wolf, from beginning to end.

Stealing from the gangs, you got Cahooni's brother, I'll give you that.

No other cops.

Just a little old me.

Wolfie, Wolfie.

You're better than that.

So who grasped?

Cheryl. I don't need an informant.

Wolfgang West, working with Hayden Peters, just along from the dodgest

accountant in town, known to be in the pocket of the horseman.

That's not a coincidence. That's a plan, brother.

So you're going to arrest me?

Yeah, what for?

I suppose I should arrest Sparky for burning down half of West Auckland, but,

you know, nobody got hurt.

Mind you, that could change once the gangs find out who it was that did them

like our dog's dinner.

What do you want?

I want you out of my life.

Forever.

What are you doing here?

Can we come in?

Uh, yeah.

Where is this?

Earlier this morning, two trampers found the freshly burnt out remains of a car.

It was a Jethro car.

Oh, my God.

He's okay. It's okay. We spoke to him earlier.

He said the car was stolen a while ago.

Well, there's no evidence of a body, but there's a number of personal items

located around the car.

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