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This last time when your father was in prison, I had an affair.

Was it anyone we know?

It was Wayne Judd.

How could you?

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

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

What do you want?

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

It was Jethro's car.

Oh my God. He's okay. Okay, we spoke to him earlier.

He said his car was stolen a while ago.

Wolf.

Oh, I know that dreamy look in your eyes.

I just had wicked sex with you.

Then how come you used to have it in meth back at school?

First period after lunch.

I just had a wicked split with Monday at lunchtime, look.

He never invited me.

Boys only, man. I don't want to play with you anymore.

Man, it's a joy having you around.

I like being around you.

You're small.

The way you sing in the shower.

Even with the aromatherapy shit.

The way you touch me.

And the way you watch me when you think I'm sleeping.

The way you warn me when you're going to fart in bed.

Gentlemen.

We have to get our shit together.

Today.

Yeah.

Time for me to go hide out at Munter's mum's place.

Yep.

But I don't have to leave this very second, do I?

Why?

Just quite like to see that look on your face one more time.

I don't think I'll go near that guy.

Not that look, stupid.

Oh, you mean the other look? Yes. Oh, okay. But then, we'll get you out of

safety, right?

Sure. Yeah? Yeah. Good.

12. Count them.

12. The day Dad's been missing.

Big foods have run out of your favourite brand of Sani -Pest, sorry.

Dad could be out there injured or hurt or worse and you're worried about my

feminine hygiene.

Someone's got to.

Dad could be dead.

He's not.

You don't know that. Pascal, listen. Any minute now he's going to turn up as if

nothing's happened, complain that we've drunk his beer and you're going to be so

on the shit for putting girly ribbons all over his favourite tree.

Oh no.

Hi.

I take it you're still not talking to me, Ted.

Smelt. Smelt.

Fucking useless. That's what you are. Let's go. Let's go. Out of my hand.

What's going on?

I'll see you just here.

As there's been no further information into the disappearance of your husband,

the inquiry has been downgraded. They're leaving there to die.

That is, if he isn't dead already.

There's been no leads, no sightings. Well, there would be if you'd have,

seen how tracker dogs or a helicopter... And they're not going to do that. This

is Wolfgang Witt we're talking about.

Oh, well, of course you'd side with the cops.

God, Dad was probably so distraught he'd dagger off a clip. Listen to me, your

father doesn't do distraught or dagger off a clip. He's fine. How would you

know? Thank you for bringing us the information, Officer Hickey. You are a

heartless bitch and a liar and I think that you're happy that Dad's most likely

dead so you can go on rooting that cop.

Oh my God!

And here I was thinking I could have a nice quiet drink with my understanding

friend who wouldn't get all judgmental. Cheryl, did you stop to think about the

kids?

It was a police coercion thing, right?

That bastard said to you, either you do the dirty or Trump charges against Wolf.

Or Van. No, nothing like that. Sorry.

You were so distraught.

With grief.

About Wolf.

He's not dead.

I mean, I love you to death, Cheryl.

But you have Wolf on a plate and you're out looking for something else? With a

cop?

God, what's wrong with you? Look, if I wanted abuse, I'd go home.

I don't know how it happened, right? It just...

Happen? Now, please, I would really, really love to talk about something

than Wayne Judd.

Well, that's not going to happen.

Mrs. Witt, can I have a word?

Okay, can we have a minute?

Please.

I'm taking these in case someone wants a taste of something that doesn't belong

to them.

We need to talk.

What's not going to happen here?

I figured as much.

So when you're ready.

Not here.

Not now.

Hey.

You're done.

I know it's not your fault.

What do you want?

I want you out of my life.

Forever.

I'm not fucking joking.

Like I said.

When you're ready.

So today, definitely, me and Aurora are heading off to the Coromandel.

What day is it?

Friday. Christ, sorry, bro.

What? Well, the super goes in on Thursday, and then Mum will hit the

till... or till Monday.

And then after the second car, she starts throwing things, so it's best not

turn up unannounced, eh? Mum, you said you phoned her to tell her we were

coming. Well, I think her phone's been cut off again. Oh, man.

That Tyson, eh?

Saw him down the rusty nail the other night.

Was he alright?

He seemed a bit tense.

I'm going to find him.

Who? Dad, of course.

We're starting a search party.

With who?

Me, because I'm the only one who gives a shit.

You're going into the bush on your own.

Is that safe?

If one person cares, his memory will stay alive.

Will someone have to go with her?

Why? Because she'll die if someone doesn't. Yeah, and I've got to take care

Aurora, since some pricks do useless to organise his mum's place.

Oh, you're not putting the guilts on me, no bloody way.

It's one thing to be told that Jethro's car got burnt, but to actually see the

spot it happened makes it so real.

She really has got the most spectacular house.

Well, we're a search party, so let's get searching.

Will you lead the way?

Sure.

I can't

provide

for my own family.

That's not what I said.

You're going to dump on me, Jethro. Join the queue.

Or he'll turn up in his own good time. No, he was supposed to call.

That was part of the plan. And the money hasn't been touched.

Well, you know, maybe he had a separate stash somewhere.

Yeah, or something actually has happened to him.

I mean, Dad has disappeared off the face of the earth.

And that definitely wasn't part of the plan, Mum.

Thanks.

One of the ironic things is that some of my non -paying clients are gang guys

who got arrested after they started beating the shit out of each other when

realized the money was gone.

They have no idea.

Not a clue. They each think the other took it.

Just like Dad planned.

Mum?

How well do you know him?

Judd?

I mean, I know you bonked him. What are you asking me? We've bent the rules in

the past.

Right? For you.

And if he is actually in love with you, I don't know, I don't want to know, but

if he is, how far would he go, Mum?

For you.

Let's write you something.

Dad smoked.

No, he didn't. Sometimes when he was tense.

And being alone in this cold, dark bush.

Betrayed by the woman that you love.

Steering death in the face.

That's enough to make anyone tense, don't you think?

Sorry, you lost me a dark bush.

So, what are you saying? He topped himself.

This is a shame.

Finding out that everything was a lie.

I thought maybe, you know, he might be hiding out here, not that we'd be

for a body.

So why'd he torch the car?

What? Well, if he'd just come up here to top himself, why burn the car?

He was sending a goodbye message.

Rough on Jethro's car.

Grab this, please. It might be important.

Right. Because he would have been up for a nice wank before he killed himself.

Bloody hell.

Good to see you. Come in, come in.

After Monica and I split up, I thought if she could have the house, I mean, I

could have insisted that everything got bled up and sold and stuff, but, you

know, there's enough shit involved in that sort of thing anyway.

And I'm happy enough renting.

Wayne, I need to ask you something.

I won't be a tick.

You know, it's funny, I feel like I know every inch of your house. Yeah, you

should. You've fixed it enough.

But you never set foot in here.

Bloody hell, it's good to see you.

So, um, do a lot of hunting?

Oh, yeah, every chance I get.

I shot that fella from 50 metres away off the hip.

But you know the best thing?

Is if you leave the gun behind. It's just you, a dog, a big knife, a pig.

I mean, it's harder in a Metia, but Christ, it's a lot more fun.

You've got to know what you're doing. I mean, you've really got to know what

you're doing.

Look, I know how you're feeling, I know you can do this, but you don't need to

be, because it's all okay.

You wanted Wolfcon, you said so yourself, and now he's gone, and he's

back.

Sorry, what do you want to ask?

What's the time?

I'm sorry, I forgot, we've just got this really big order on, and I need to be

there to meet them, the girls, you know. Fair enough, as long as you're not

running because my coffee stinks.

No, no, I'm sorry, I'm running late.

The rooting around is bad enough. But of all the people, she could do it with a

cop.

I don't know if there's a secure reason to think about it.

Jethro, you do realise you're not actually married to your mother?

I'm sorry?

She's your mother.

What, you think I have some kind of Oedipal complex or something?

No, not or something.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Is it?

Tracy, if I was obsessed with my mum, why would I be going out with you?

Huh? I mean, you're slim, you're brunette, you're Asian.

You're nothing like Cheryl.

I have two nipples which are like the suckle. Jesus, Tracy.

And on the subject of going out, is that what we're doing?

Well, yep, I guess.

Really?

Can you remember the last time we screwed?

I'll tell you.

It was before you found out about your mother's infidelity.

You haven't raised wood in Angathon.

Yeah, well, I've had a lot on my mind, so... Yeah, like your mother.

I do not have a mother fixation.

So there's no food in that backpack of yours.

I'm a former model. We don't need food.

Well, that's all right for you, but not all of us are former models.

I mean, aren't you cold? I'm fucking freezing.

Oh, my God.

I suppose you're going to tell us now that those are all Sundays.

They're the same kind that are here?

No, white ones.

Everybody wears wire fronts. I don't.

I'm a boxing man. Let a brother breathe.

There he is. I know it.

Put them in the evidence bag.

So Wolf comes out here to kill himself, but he takes his undies off first. I

probably got spoof all through them from the wanky head back down the track.

Look, the answer is out here. I know it.

Somewhere. All we have to do is keep searching until we find it.

Yeah, except for the bit where it's getting dark. And if we don't head back

the car soon, we'll be dead too.

Well, then we'll come back tomorrow.

Hang on. We?

Well, what kind of friends are you?

The kind who's only there in the good times or the kind who's there when it

counts? Yeah, would it be bad if we were the first kind?

If you don't come tomorrow, I'm going to tell Mum that you were staring at my

ass all day long. I don't think she'll be surprised to hear that, actually.

Well, then I'll tell her that you dragged me out here, you got me drunk,

you touched my tits, and Eric, you put your hand down my pants.

Good.

Early start then, eh?

I got roast and spuds for tea and yorkshire pud, especially for Grandpa.

You don't mind me calling you Grandpa, do you? As long as you don't mind me

calling you Grandma.

Grandpa, I didn't live with a gang for all those years without learning how to

break a man's thumb when he did that.

Good girl.

Does she really have to leave?

Oh, I know. She's a much better cop than Mum. And she doesn't bitch and moan

when she finds drugs when she's hiding in the room. Hey, I don't want her to

leave either.

It's just for a while, all right? Don't think to settle down with that fucking

bike.

Where is she?

Where is she? Is she who? Cheryl fucking West.

Mum's not in right now.

Who are you?

The son of the woman who isn't here. Maybe you could tell us what this is

regarding? This is regarding how my girlfriend starts working for your mum

next thing I know she fucking disappears.

Oh yeah, mum's actually killed her and she's dissolving in a vat of acid in the

basement. Do you want to see?

We haven't seen her.

Your girlfriend, that is, whoever she is, I don't know.

You look really fucking familiar.

You're just going to stand there staring, fetch us the cod liver oil.

Everything's gone a bit stodgy.

Tell your mother.

Okay.

What the fuck was that?

What a dick.

Yeah, a dick that can kill you.

Rory, he's come out now. He's gone.

Sorry. You want all your shit -tasting boyfriends?

I should go.

No, no, no, no.

We found you. We're keeping you. No, I should be out of all of your lives.

You don't know him like I do.

Tyson doesn't give up.

Will somebody please close the door?

I think he was aiming for my head.

No. If he was aiming for your head, he would have hit your head.

The weather roar an hour.

She's in my room.

She's pretty upset.

Excuse us.

Yes, the bad man came. Yes, it's a problem, but we have a more important

over here. Can we talk about these, please?

Okay,

now, does anyone recognise any of the stuff as Dad?

No.

Well, what about these?

No, and get the stuff off the table where we eat.

Well, how can you be so sure Dad wore undies just like these? No, he doesn't.

Yes. He did.

Listen, he prefers... Put it this way, your father just doesn't do undies. I

you'd recognise Detective Judd's undies if you saw them.

Which you have.

Get this shit off the table.

Bag's not mine.

Me and Eric will do it. Aye.

Yes, we will.

That bikey bastard turns up again. No, no, no. Not that.

I mean, not just that.

Is it with... Is it with Pascal going around talking about, like, Dad being

and stuff?

What if I messed up, mate? How?

What if I got him killed?

Mate,

I swear I had nothing to do with this.

Then how come your idiot son was in our place the exact time the money was

stolen?

It's just a walk.

You rescued Aurora.

If anyone found out about your dad's stupid job, it had nothing, nothing to

with you.

Right? Maybe not, actually.

What do you mean?

Well, there was one person I talked to about the job, but he already knew about

it. I'm pretty sure he did, because he knew about the accountant.

Who?

Judd.

He was really cool about it. He didn't get all policey or anything.

Okay.

Go and look after Roy.

Okay, now I figure if we walk twice as fast, we'll get twice as far. Yeah, and

have twice the chance of getting completely lost or dying of hypothermia.

Okay. We're going to do this shit. We might as well do it properly.

Map.

Comfort.

Scrogging water.

Emergency blanket.

Birthday kit.

Where did you get that stuff?

Me and my uncles used to go pig hunting back down home.

You can shoot pigs in Glen Eden.

No, my real home. Down the marae.

Ah, yes.

And your iwi would be naughty, Boy Scout?

Oh, shut up, Eric.

You were a Boy Scout?

Doodoo Patrol.

Was hard as.

Salish, you woggle.

Stick my woggle up your ass here. What have we got here? Give it back. What a

very impressive collection of badges.

Swimming 50 meters basic.

Oh, shut up. Give it back, Eric.

Advanced needlework.

Comes in handy if you hit the first one with no shot.

Then we've got, we have Lady Harriet Almonte, Centellia from a long way back,

but Magnify shot clear inside the last 300 metres.

Oh, look at Magnify right on the head. Well, Ted, can I speak to Cheryl,

Fuck off.

Why's no one answering that?

Hello?

Hi, that thing you had to do urgently, is it done?

Uh -huh.

Then maybe we could have that talk.

Wayne, I don't think that's a good idea.

Please.

When you left my place, all I could think was that Cheryl's feeling like

out of control and that it's happening too fast. Is that how you're feeling?

You want to walk on?

You said so yourself.

Now he's gone and he's not coming back.

Yeah, yeah.

It's just tricky to explain right now.

What? You want space?

I can give you space.

Heaps of space. All the space that you want.

Did you read my note? Yeah.

In my day, the only people who had moustaches were Puerto Ricans and homos.

you mind?

Do you feel the same?

Jeez, Wayne, this is not exactly giving me the space, is it?

Look, can you just give me a straight answer?

And I know you're not a Puerto Rican. Old man, will you just piss off? Come

Grandpa. Wayne, he's got Alzheimer's. He doesn't know what he's saying. Like

fuck, he knows exactly what he's saying, evil old bastard.

Actually, you know what? That space you're offering, I want it now.

What? What? What does that mean to me?

It means if you ask me a question, I'm not ready to answer it.

Go away.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Being here with you.

Don't you hate me like everybody else?

No, I don't.

Why not?

Because... Well, I figure that if people have feelings, big

feelings for other people, they just can't really help what they do, and so

just... I don't know, shit just happens.

God, I'm talking in bumper stickers. I don't know. I'm crap with feelings. No,

you're not.

You're not.

You're absolutely right.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

Like everyone having fits thinking Wolf's dead when I know he isn't.

Me too.

Really? You think that too?

Yeah.

No way is he dead.

He's just hunkered down somewhere. Yeah, somewhere quiet.

Waiting for things to blow over. Yeah.

Like if he was dead, we'd know, wouldn't we?

How? Oh, we'd just feel it.

Something would feel different, wouldn't it?

How? We just would, wouldn't it?

Is that not what you're feeling?

No, I just think he's in hiding.

Why would he be dead?

Oh, forget it. I'm just being weird.

Yeah. You are.

Then again, he has fucked off a lot of people over the years. I'm sure a few

of them wouldn't mind seeing him dead.

Thanks, Larissa.

We're going to die out here. Shut up and have some more scrogging.

Where are we?

Oh, we've been...

travelling north -west for the last 4km, so I think if we take a north -easterly

bearing, we should reach these escarpments in 10 minutes.

Oh, you must have been a really good boy, Scout.

You should see his needlework.

I'm warning you, Eric.

Hey, listen, you could whiff us up a nice little crocheted cushion cover,

you?

Get up, you mongrel! Where are you going?

I'm in on about the needlework. It's just a badge, a case.

Listen!

What? A voice.

I heard a voice.

What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

Just do bloody wait! I promise you, Munger, I'm going to rip out all your

blasts and make a fucking boat for... Afternoon, officer.

You said you'd called off the search.

We did.

Then what are you doing here?

I'm not at liberty to say.

I think I'm bloody well entitled to know, don't you?

We're looking at other angles.

What other angles?

What other angles?

Projected earnings for the next three months on this side. All right. And on

other side, estimated cost based on performance. Okay.

Something wrong?

No, no, fine.

Ever since you two have got here, you've been behaving like I've got leprosy.

I just felt like spending, that's all.

You okay, sweetie?

I'm okay.

Um, I thought I might make dinner.

Yeah, sure, if you want to. No one's going to stop you.

What the fuck is that girl doing here?

Oh, we're looking after her. Are you nuts?

She's a connection to the robbery.

She's my girlfriend, man. I don't give a shit who she is, Vance. She shouldn't

be here. She's got to go.

Who do you think you are, my father or something? What is that supposed to

He's right.

I'm going to leave.

Don't worry. Good.

Asshole.

We

found

out something.

If it's more undies, I don't want them anywhere near my table.

Not found something, found out something.

The cops are out there too.

They're finally taking Dad's disappearance seriously.

Really? What way?

The thing is, they're thinking foul play.

And that's not all.

I think they know who's involved.

Who? You.

Me?

Me? Hickey said something about a new angle on the investigation.

A love triangle gone wrong.

Well, this is someone's idea of a really bad joke.

No, it isn't.

I'm a fashion.

I wrote a story in the book. Oh, I'm so close to giving you the bash. Oh,

Christ, Van, I'm not saying that's what I think.

I'm saying that's how they're going to see it.

One plus one plus one equals someone's got to go.

Hey, Pisco.

You're heading out again?

I can't just sit at home looking at Mum wondering if what they're saying is

true. Who you don't take along.

Really?

That is so completely mint of you guys.

No worries.

It's the least we can do.

You guys.

Um, Pascal.

Our wolf's gone.

I want you to look on me as a sort of a father figure.

All right.

I'm going to lean on.

I'd really appreciate that.

Can you take a hand off my ass now, please?

Okay.

What are you doing?

I have to go.

You keep saying that, but you really don't have to.

Yes, we do.

We? Yep. Me being here puts all of you in danger.

Okay, but you're only going to Munter's mum's place for a couple of weeks,

right? Until things settle down. Then you will come back and continue to cook.

No, we're not going to Coromandel. And we can't risk any of you guys knowing

where we are going.

We thought we'd head to Nelson. Maybe...

Pick cucumbers or something.

Rory, you just told us a plan, man.

Now we have to make a new one.

Oh, sorry.

We're not coming back either.

So you're going to run away for the rest of your lives, is that the idea?

Yeah, well, we have to.

If we want to be together, which we do.

Yeah, make it so beautiful.

First of all, I want to thank you for coming forward of your own volition.

And let me start front.

We know of your husband's history, and we'll take that into account in regards

of anything you want to tell us. What history?

Of violence.

When?

In the past.

Towards me?

Mum, leave it.

Listen, if Wolf ever laid a finger on me, I would deck him. I probably will

time I see him. Mum, can you just leave this to me?

Please?

Constable Hickey, my mother's not here to make a confession. Because there is

crime to confess to. Wolf's gone walkabout. He'll be back when he's good

ready. On the night my father disappeared, my mother was at home with

Besides, she's five foot nothing, she smokes too much, and the only exercise

gets is when she opens a bottle of wine.

How is she going to take on someone like Wolf and dump his body in a bloody

forest? How do you know what night he disappeared?

Come again?

Well, you said your mother was at home with witnesses.

But Wolf could have disappeared any time between when he skipped out on home

detention and when the car was found. A period of several days. Yeah, look, the

point is, my mother didn't have the means, ability, or desire to do any harm

my father. And I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't put idiotic ideas into

my daughter's head. My mother categorically denies any involvement in

disappearance of Wolfgang West.

And if you want my opinion, you'd be better served looking into those with

genuine, demonstrable grievances against my father.

Such as?

Such as a certain detective at the station. Now, hold on a minute. We are

looking into the movements of all possible suspects.

Hang on. Are you calling Wayne Judd a suspect?

We're pursuing all leads relevant to the case. Listen to me. Detective Wayne

Judd is 10 times the cop you will ever be. And you're trying to stab him in the

back. Mum, this really isn't helping. You two are so clever. Why don't you sit

here and interview each other?

He's in there to get the cops off your back. You took the opportunity to dump

Wayne Judd in it. How do you know it wasn't him? Because there is no him.

is no crime. So get over it. And you know this how?

What, he told you?

You trust him that much? Obviously you do, you little screw you.

You know nothing about nothing. No, you're absolutely right. Clearly the

fucking saint.

I don't get it.

You act like you actually give a shit about this prick.

You know what?

I do.

Tell Mum I'll write her a letter or something.

Oh, OK, I'll tell her that. Right after I tell her how another member of her

family has run away.

What else do you want me to do? You could harden up for a change. Instead of

buggering off with the one silver lining, this family's had an agent.

And me. I'm leaving too, in case you hadn't noticed. Yeah, you were always

to leave. There's no big loss there.

And you can't cook or clean like... Shit. Shit. Get inside, hot or warm.

Where is she?

She who, bro?

Cheryl with.

Who the fuck else would I be talking about?

She's going out, mate.

Ben, you forgot your toothbrush.

Hey.

Get inside!

The back door, go!

There's no point. Go!

There's no point. Grandpa, get off your gear. You're not taking a wigger. It's a

motherfucking barricade. What for? Grandpa, come on. There's no point. Yes,

there's a point.

Come on. This is not yours anymore.

Tyson, stop. Don't hurt him. I'll deal with you in a minute. Tyson, don't. I

love him.

What?

This isn't Dan's fault.

I didn't want to hurt you.

But he's why I left.

Because I love him.

guy?

I've been in love with Van for ages and ages.

You love this piece of shit? I'm sorry, Ty.

Let him go, Ty.

That's not fair.

That's not fucking fair.

Up here.

I think I've found something.

What?

Who's that?

It's been dug recently.

Oh, Christ.

Yeah, someone has been under there for a couple of weeks. It's really not going

to be pretty. Not pretty at all. We should call the cops. Definitely.

Oh, no, even the cops are digging up my father.

Come on, I'll be sensible about this. I mean, it's not as if we've even got

anything to dig with, is it?

Please. Tell me that means no, we haven't got anything to dig with.

Do you have a shovel, Munter?

Well, it's not fortunate that you brought that along.

Okay.

We've come this far, we have to finish it.

I'm just going to be over there.

I hope you suffer terrible abuse as a scout. I really do.

There's a lot of fun, actually. Shut up and dig.

What is it?

What? What you've got that I haven't got.

Shit. I don't know.

It's like with fish and chips.

I always just pick off the batter because I hate fish.

And Aurora, she always just eats the fish because the batter gives her

We kind of go together.

That's what I'm saying.

Well, on top of the Brotherhood stealing all our cash, it's off a fucking great

week. The Brotherhood did what?

Well, they reckon it wasn't them.

Reckon it was the Devil's Dozen, but the Devil's Dozen couldn't steal shit out

of a toilet.

It was those brown bastards for sure.

Not that that means anything compared to you.

I've got to move on, Tice.

It's way past time.

And if you take me back, then I'll just find another way to be with Van.

And if you think that killing him will stop me, it won't.

Because then you'll have lost me forever.

Okay.

You'll be okay, Ty.

You treat her good.

Yeah, I will.

You don't, I'll kill you.

Okay.

Ouch.

I needed to do that.

Closure, I understand.

Is he still alive?

Yeah,

I think so.

See you, Rose.

See you, Tommy.

Open up.

Open up.

Here.

Jaw's not broken.

Here.

All your teeth are here.

Then we can be together.

Could be worth it.

Oh.

There, under there.

Bloody hell.

What have you found something?

Kindle. It's bones.

Oh, my God.

Tell me, is it him?

I don't remember your dad's head being this shape. Yeah, and, uh, the wolf have

a tag.

What? Tiny, the best pig dog in the whole world.

Oh, man, that's beautiful.

The grief -stricken hunter carrying the broken body of his best friend all the

way out here. To bury him in the bush they spent their best times. Hunter,

your face.

Oh, shit, sorry, Pascal, I didn't mean to upset you.

I'm not sad.

I'm happy.

Why? Because you really hate dogs?

No, I've been so caught up trying to find his body, I haven't been thinking

straight. I don't want to find him dead.

We've been searching for him for so long, we haven't found him, so he must

alive. Well, we just haven't found him. Does this mean we don't have to come

back tomorrow?

No.

He's alive.

I know it. It really hurt my foot, man.

Be prepared, man.

Isn't that the Girl Scout motto?

Hey, you got any of them, Vicky? I was a Boy Scout, not a girl guide, you dick.

That coffee, still on offer?

No. I can make you a new one.

Bloody hickey, eh? Yeah, so the list of prime suspects consists of me, of you,

of you and me.

It's bullshit, right?

You think I killed Wolf?

That's why you're being all weird on it.

I wouldn't be here if I did.

Then what are you asking?

I don't know.

I just want to know what happened to him.

I need to know.

There's an ounce of truth in this.

As far as you, me, and anyone else in this bloody story knows, I am the last

person who saw Wolf.

What do you want?

I want you out of my life.

Forever.

You're fucking joking!

I'm fucking dead.

Understand this, Wolf.

I will tell the gangs who took their money and they will find you and they

bury you where no one will find you.

You love her, don't you?

Goodbye, Wolf.

And that was the last time I saw him. I swear.

I watched you try and turn things around for you and your family, but you

couldn't. You were stuck. You had an anchor around your neck and his name was

Wolf.

He was dragging you down.

Dragging your family back to where you didn't want to be.

I couldn't stand by and let that happen.

You deserve better than that. You're a whole lot better.

So I did what I could.

And if that means you want me to fuck off too, then that's fine, because I can

live with that.

That's okay.

I freed you.

And that's enough for me.

Leave one.

And when he does, come home.

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