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I'll check at a safe house. We can move you first thing in the morning.

Hey, isn't this nice?

You've got a telephone, you've got a TV there.

Go to class, keep your head down, and keep me informed.

Cash on Fridays, and a new mattress in my bed in the adult section.

Bye, Loretta.

I found his will books. Well, all my kids are in there. So is Brandon.

Want to tell me why?

Um, he booked it.

Hey, where are you going?

Go.

Go, go, go.

Is everything okay, girl?

Mm -hmm.

Look, you may have noticed over the last few days, I've been a bit... Of a chain

smoker? Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, there's a reason for that. You feel guilty for

shoving Grandpa into an old folks home?

Even though it is a really high -quality one with an excellent entertainment

program? No, this has nothing to do with him.

They've found Dad.

No. No.

There is no easy way of telling you guys this, and I might as well tell you,

because you're going to find out some other way, and you have a right to know.

You have a brother.

Yeah, his name's Jethro.

No. No, you have another brother.

What, I'm a triplet?

No.

You're pregnant?

No. Did you have another kid before us? No.

No, not me.

Your father had an affair.

It was years ago when Petco was a baby.

Shit.

So who's the slapper?

Anne -Marie Gibbs.

Well, Sparky's sister.

Yep.

Hang on.

You said we had another brother.

Anne -Marie had a son. So you're saying Brandon Gibbs is our half -brother?

Oh, that's... so good oh my god brandon went to shedbelt high with pascal

he was a rugby player and we all know how much pascal loves her rugby players

bullshit no bullshit oh dear oh my god pascal rooted her own

brother

No, look, it's not your fault.

How are you meant to know?

I don't want to think about it, Mama. I don't want to talk about it. I just want

to go to work.

Brotherfucker.

Oh, don't worry, Mum.

With the number of guys she shagged, it was only a matter of time before one of

them turned out to be a relative.

Seriously not helping, Loretta.

Yeah, poor thing, man. Rooting her brother.

What a total meh.

You're rooting her brother. I don't hear you complaining.

It's different, and you know it.

And how are you doing?

Oh, it's queasy to be honest.

I meant about the wool part, not the Pascal part.

I'm dealing with it.

How are you guys?

Hello.

Disappointed and dabbit, not really all that surprised.

Really? Well, the odds of getting through 20 plus years of marriage

someone doing the dirty are pretty slim these days, aren't they, Mum?

Well, at least we've got...

Tomorrow night to take our minds off things, haven't we?

Your film thingy you didn't think I knew about?

How do you know about this? School newsletter.

Apparently, Loretta's short film is one of only six films to be given a public

showing. Ooh, wouldn't you?

It is well done, love.

No big deal, it's a difficult project. Well, I for one am really looking

to it.

Part of the curriculum, I couldn't not do it. But why did you let them screen

it? Because it's good.

And good is good, right? As far as you getting into film school is concerned,

right?

Can't you beg them not to show it?

Mr. Bates loves it way too much.

Who? Mr. Bates.

The film studies teacher.

He was most tears.

Oh, my God.

You've made some cliche dark... Goodbye, Loretta.

Jules, I won't have my name on a crap film.

Okay, Notting Hill. Crap film or non -crap film? Biggest pile of shit ever.

Uh -oh. I loved it.

Look. You tell Mr.

Wanker, or whatever his name is, that you refuse to have your film shown

tomorrow night. Are you nuts?

This is my first ever premiere.

Jules, this could undo the whole scam. My mother wants to be there. Look, I'll

make sure the back row is reserved for the West.

Come in late, sit at the back, leave straight after. I'm sure you can

that. There is no way in hell my family is going anywhere near that film.

It's not funny, Wayne.

It's so funny.

Pascal could be emotionally scarred for life.

Of course. Bloody Wolf!

Jesus, he's out there fucking Anne -Marie Gibbs while I'm at home with

bloody children.

Breaking up fights and feeding somebody and washing somebody and changing

somebody's nappy.

And then at the end of the day, I somehow manage to get them all into bed

Wolf comes home from one of his jobs and we both collapse on the couch with a

beer because we're both so bloody exhausted.

But we would congratulate ourselves for doing it. For doing it together.

Lying bastard!

I wonder... I wonder who else he was screwing.

Was Anne -Marie the only one?

Was she the only one he knocked up?

Jesus.

What?

Plunkett.

Pascal must have been about one.

And she was there with her boy.

And we sat in the waiting room watching the kids play together.

She must have been shitting herself.

I bet you told her more about it later.

You know, however much of a prick he was, I always trusted him.

It never occurred to me that he might screw around, let alone...

Let alone a kid.

This whole other fucking world.

God help him, May, if he ever shows his face around here again. Oh, I would love

him to show his face again.

He puts that bastard kid of his in his will and doesn't have the guts to tell

about it.

We all get to find out about it after he's gone.

He carks it and then kicks us when we're down.

I wish he could come back so I could shove that will down his... throat.

I wish I could tell him what a coward he is. I wish I could tell him how much I

hate him.

Here's that rug rider again.

Nice to see you too, Mr West.

And you, Pascale.

Hello. I really enjoyed the movie the other night.

Normally I'm not an Adam Sandler fan, but it was quite amusing.

Would you like to go out again?

Maybe tomorrow night?

I don't know, Bruce.

I'm having some issues at the moment.

Issues with my family.

I too have issues with your family.

Particularly their views on race relations.

Grandpa's just mental.

My whole family's mental.

Yeah, let's go out again.

It'd be nice to have some moral support from someone who has moral.

Great.

Tomorrow night.

Okay. See you then.

Mr. West.

Detective Sergeant Wayne Judd.

You must be Brandon.

Yeah. Is your mum in?

No, she's at work.

Can I come in?

Sure.

You want a drink?

Oh, it's a bit early for me, Brandon.

I meant like tea or coffee or cordial. No, thanks. Any idea where your dad is

right now, Brandon?

Australia. So he's been in touch recently?

No, I've never spoken to him.

But he's always lived over there.

He was a Bronco.

A Bronco? Yeah, a Brisbane Bronco.

He and Mum met in a pub over there after a game.

Wolfgang West.

Do you know where he is?

Uncle Wolf?

Yeah, sure.

Uncle Wolf.

Well, we don't know him that well.

He's mates with my Uncle Barry.

Why'd you ask about my father if you're looking for Uncle Wolf?

So what's his name, then, this lead -playing dad of yours?

Mum never said.

You never asked?

Well, I did once.

She said she couldn't remember his name.

She bags herself an international sports star, but can't recall his name? Look,

I said I asked her once.

She got all fingered.

Maybe he's a guy in a bar seen as a bronco just to get in their pants.

Fair enough.

I don't really care.

It's not like he wanted to know me or anything.

What are you getting at anyway?

Nothing.

Are you saying Uncle Wolf is my old man?

What do you care?

You don't care?

Shaddy. He said he used to pick me up from kindy sometimes when Mum was at

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's a real saint. But have you seen him a little bit more

recently than kindy? So in the last few weeks?

On my last birthday.

Three months ago.

Oh, God.

He's Pascal's dad.

Oh, God. What's going on? I fucked my sister.

What? What did you tell me, Mum?

I had to hear it from a cop.

Hear what from a cop? I just want to know where Wolfgang West is. Oh, God.

get out of my house. Has Wolf been in contact with you? I told you to get out

my house. Oh, man. Isn't there some kind of law against that? Yeah, look,

probably. But if Wolf gets in touch with you... Get out!

Calm down, Brandon.

You lied to me about who my dad is.

I'll get it.

Hi. Is she okay?

Thanks for coming round. She just needs a friend to talk to.

Hi, Cheryl.

Hi, Case.

Have you known her, too?

Oh, love to, but we're going out.

She's in denial about the whole wolf situation.

Hey, Mum, we can see the film another night. Stay and have a drink with your

friend. Why don't you come with us? Sure.

From where?

Loretta's made a movie.

Cool. What's your movie about, Loretta?

Oh, she says it's a surprise.

Bye. Wait.

Don't we get to meet this bloke?

No, you don't. Vin!

What?

Hey, bro.

Do we order takeaways?

No, I'm here to pick up Pascal.

Okay, see ya.

At least we know he's not related.

Hold on, hold on.

Why don't you come in? We're just about to have a drink before we go out.

This is my mate Casey.

Hi. And Pascal's brother Van and his girlfriend Aurora, Pascal's younger

Loretta. I'm Cheryl.

I'll try to remember everyone.

My name's Bruce.

No, really.

How's it, Bruce?

Bruce is a doctor at the Janet Frame.

I have a few patients there. I try to drop in whenever I can.

Dolly, so where are you guys off to?

I thought maybe a movie.

Oh, we've done the movies. Yeah, Loretta made it, apparently. It's awesome.

I'd love to see it sometime.

No. Why don't you come with us?

No, Mum.

Well, how often do we get to show that the West can be creative too?

What do you say, Bruce?

I say I'd love to come.

Wayne.

I've just had one Anne -Marie Gibbs on the phone, shrieking at me.

Claims you illegally entered her house, harassed her son.

Hardly. Firstly, the kid invited me in, and secondly, all I did was ask a few

questions. About Wolfgang West.

So? So, are we on official police duty, or are we sorting out your girlfriend's

dirty laundry?

You're on bloody thin ice, mate.

Can I go now?

Yeah, you can go.

And maybe you should think about making it permanent.

Bloke with brains.

We'll see the shit come in and get out before it hit.

Resign. Might be a wise move.

Congratulations, Ming Ming Chen, for your moving piece on alienation. Ming

Next up, a particularly brave film by one of our Year 11 students, Loretta

Loretta has confronted some demons and produced what she calls a highly

cathartic and deeply personal work.

I give you Jandal by Loretta West.

That's clever.

Yeah, let's go.

Hey.

Oh, what the hell do you want?

I was just trying to have a bit of a chat.

Bloke to bloke.

Bugger off.

It's about your mum.

This whole Anne -Marie Gibbs thing, you know about that?

Yep. Mum's told me.

She's gutted and she wants some answers.

From Wolf.

Can't be easy for you kids.

Your old man leaves a chunk of your inheritance to some dropkick that you

even know.

Do you know where your father is, Jethro?

No.

Must have been exciting for you.

The gang job.

Highlight of Wolf's career, I reckon.

I told him that last time I saw him, just before he buggered off.

He left under the impression that I was going to tell the horseman if he ever

came back.

And the truth of the matter is, I wouldn't have said anything.

I care about your mother too much.

Those bastards would have ripped you to shreds. You, Wolf, and probably Van.

Hell, they would have even had a go at your sisters just for being related.

And as for my esteemed colleagues, the minute I give them the information, the

same deal. The horsemen know and you're all dog tucker.

That is why I am still keeping quiet. That is why I am compromising myself

beyond belief.

So when I say to you I want to find your father, it's not for me. It's not to

make an arrest. It's for your mum.

I haven't heard from him.

Not a word.

Nobody else has?

Sparky or Hayden? No one.

The only person who reckons Wolf's been in touch with them is Grandpa.

And we all know he's off his head. Yeah, well, the old bastard has his lucid

moments when he wants to. Not lately.

Fair point.

Dad hasn't even been in touch about the money.

Nothing.

It's like he's disappeared off the face of the planet.

Thanks.

I'm going to bed.

Maybe we should head to bed as well, haven't we?

Why was everyone acting all weird in the car?

I'll tell you in the bedroom.

Well, that was just brilliant. Now Bruce thinks our family's full of kiddies.

Let's go.

Well, is this finding out I rooted my own brother wasn't bad enough? Now we've

got a kiddie fiddler in the family.

This is the worst day of my life.

You rooted bad.

Anne -Marie's kid.

Only one?

Brandon is Pascal's brother.

Why does everyone have to rub it in?

What's got Anne -Marie up the duff?

Oh, God.

Oh, no, I need something stronger than this. You know, I suppose Brendan does

look a bit like Wolf, you know, when you think about it.

And I bet there never was any Australian rugby league player.

God, what a lying tart!

Hey, please, I don't want to give a shit about any of that at the moment. Right.

Any idea who it might have been?

The Loretta thing, it is. Of course I bloody don't.

Sorry, it's just... Why did I not know?

How could I not have known?

It's a mother's worst nightmare, Cheryl.

And it's just so awful that it was a family member who did this.

You know, well, if the phone's accurate, it's a family member or a family

friend.

Is there anyone Loretta's really funny around?

No, I don't think so.

God, everybody.

Fuck, I don't know.

Loretta.

Poor thing.

Stupid bitch. Do you have any idea of the shit I'm in thanks to your stupid

wanky film?

You better call me as soon as you get this message, Jules. Otherwise, I will

start abusing you in ways you've never imagined.

I'm in bed.

Can I come in?

Not if you want to talk about the film.

Honey.

Mum, it's a work of fiction.

That's why you didn't want me to come to the screening, isn't it?

It's a work of fiction.

Because you didn't want me to know about it, did you?

Mum, it's made up. It's total bullshit.

So why does it say true story?

Because controversy sells.

Sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, people dig it.

Mum, people only respect you as a filmmaker if you're messed up in some

way. So I lied.

I totally lied.

End of story.

Who was it?

Tell me who it was and I'll rip his fucking nuts off.

Tease, tease, tease, tease.

First date, second date, even third or fourth.

Making your man wait is the key to keeping him interested.

Well, I think we all know that's not entirely true.

Bloody hell.

I thought you were dead, mate.

How's Sharon?

Yeah. Good.

But I'm looking for Wolf.

Anyone can call White Bait Freddy. You're Sharon, bloody king.

Have you spoken to Wolf lately?

Of course I have.

You have?

I ring him every day or so.

Let him know what's going on.

I need to let him know when it's safe to come back. Come back from where?

I haven't missed my lunch, have I?

It's all right. Rita will bring me something.

So have you got a number for Walt, or what?

I wouldn't be able to ring him without a number, rangy.

Bloody Mary's never going to win no academic prizes, are you?

Can I have it?

The number?

Uh -uh.

Leave it up here.

Otherwise the screws will come sniffing around.

Wait a minute.

You're that moustache -y twat.

The one slutty pants is going around with. Get out. Get out of my house.

a cop.

You can't come in here without a warrant. You're not welcome. You're

did you do to him? Nothing. I didn't touch your buggy. He

just keeled over.

That's crap. You did something to him. This police brutality, just like with

Rodney Hyde.

What? In L .A., the riots. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.

That's God. You should come with your grandfather.

Bastard.

Well, she said she made it up.

I'm sorry, but no.

A movie that powerful does not come from imagination. It comes from experience.

You know about film, do you?

I know about people, Cheryl.

Apart from the pickpocketing and the shoplifting and the forgery, she's a

normal kid.

She's in denial. That's what they do. They go into denial.

Oh, and it totally explains why she's a dyke.

Ladies.

Eric.

Want to take your hand off my ass, Eric?

Sorry.

It's not too late.

I'll just... Eric's been a friend of the family

for ages, right?

Junkies.

Eric.

Surely not.

You can't tell me he's not a sleaze.

But are there sleaze who wore jandals?

A question.

See, look, it's summer. Everyone wears jandals in summer. Even I'm in bloody

jandals.

No ban.

Oh, was Eric ever out of those jeans?

Thankfully, no.

Oh, check out that beard, man.

Yeah, he was pretty out of his easy top back then.

He's got the zinc again.

Why are they all wet?

Oh, that was the day he went body surfing at Piha. Wolf pulled him out of

Good old Wolf. No wonder Eric idolises him. Yeah, good old Wolf. What a fucking

hero. Maybe he popped over to Anne -Marie's later on that night to

Loretta said she made the film up, then she made it up. Now you're in denial,

just like she is.

I thought it was Eric.

You sure?

I bet my left butt she got it.

No. I mean, Eric's a creep, but he's a harmless creep.

There is no such thing, Aurora. I mean, how many times has he grabbed your ass?

Just once.

He won't be doing that again.

Case closed.

Yeah, I've known some scuzzballs, man, and, well, Eric is one of them, but he's

not that kind of scuzzball.

What's going on?

It was Eric, wasn't it? Case.

What? You can tell us, Loretta.

Oh, my God.

Baby, he needs to pay for what he did to you.

I would never let Eric close enough to touch me. Loretta, I'm your mother. You

might as well tell me the truth, you know? Mum, I am telling you the truth. I

was never abused. I made it up. If you were never abused, then why are you a

lesbian? Okay, first of all, sexual orientation is not determined by whether

not someone was abused as a child.

And secondly, I'm not a lesbian.

Yes, you are.

Well, if I'm a lesbian, I'm a pretty slack one, considering as I've been

a diver last month.

Who?

Someone? Yeah?

Hello? So what's this boyfriend's name?

Hey, Pascal.

I can't say. Yeah, because there is no boyfriend!

Mum, why do you let this person in our house? So is there a boyfriend or not?

Louisa!

Classic denial behaviour.

Hang on. Cheryl, it's Pascal. She's at the hospital with Grandpa.

What?

I knew someone as twisted as you would have to have a dark past.

No matter what I say, no one will believe me.

Well, you could tell me you didn't actually make the film.

Um, no, I couldn't, because that would require also having to tell them that I

don't actually go to school and that I pay someone to go for me. And that is

just a whole other mess of trouble.

But it is a marginally better mess of trouble.

Oh, no, I can't do it.

It's my best game ever.

Oh, God, I have got to get the situation under control.

I kind of accidentally even sort of told them about us.

Yeah?

Don't worry, I didn't mention any names.

I wouldn't mind if you did.

Really? Yeah.

Except your mum would read it that you're being fiddled with by an older

Again. Ha ha.

You know, they probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

Better they all think I'm a lesbian.

And are you?

No.

Well, prove it.

Jeez, it's kind of a joke to have a co -op beer on his own these days.

Did you touch my sister?

Eh? You know. Which one?

Oh, you kiddie fiddling bastard. First off, so I'll give her a cuddle now and

then. It's hardly fiddling and she's hardly a kid. Don't you lie to me, mate.

Loretta doesn't cuddle anyone.

Loretta? I'm talking about Pascal.

Wait, you touched her too?

Not in a bad way.

Nice fella, Loretta. Are you mad? Yeah.

Someone did. What?

That's disgusting.

And wrong.

And potentially fatal.

Hey, listen, man.

Even if I was that much of a pervert, which I'm not, thank you very bloody

I wouldn't go near Loretta.

She's evil, that girl.

She set fire to my beard.

True.

It's just wrong, you know?

I want to find out who did it. Absolutely.

We should do something about it.

Beard?

Greta, it's me. I don't know whether you're getting your messages, but I'm at

the hospital. Call me.

He woke up in the ambulance and he did something about Spring Hill Jack

his donger at Rita and then how the townspeople were going to go after him

their shotguns.

And then he just donked out again.

So Wayne was with him when he collapsed?

Yeah. You say why?

No.

This is definitely the most miserable week of my life.

First Brandon Gibbs, and then a kiddie fiddler in the family, and now a grandma

like Doc.

Honey, we don't know.

I mean, I know he was, like, smelly, and he used to, you know, grope us and

that, but at the end of the day, he's our flesh and blood, and we should love

him. Hold on.

Did you say he groped you?

Yeah, but only when he didn't know who I was.

Oh, my God.

Cheryl? No, Casey.

And you, Cheryl? I mean, Loretta and him are really close, aren't they? It all

fits.

Where is he?

Oh, you do get your messages.

He's fine. He's just having some tests. That's all we know for now.

What are you doing here?

Moral support.

Yeah, well, thanks, but I've actually almost got a boyfriend, so you can just

stick your moral support up here. Florida.

Pardon?

Why are you holding my sister's hand?

Oh, my God!

He's the boyfriend!

Go from me to her. It's like going from a teen to a two.

Darling, some guys like damaged goods.

She must be sleeping with him.

She said she was sleeping with him. No, she said she was fucking him.

She can't be with Hayden. It's too disgusting.

You know what this means, don't you?

I have indirectly slept with my sister.

Eh? We learnt it in an STD talk in third form.

Everyone your partner's rooted, you're rooted.

First Brandon, and now...

You know why she's hooked up with older men, don't you?

It's because of the abuse.

That's what survivors do.

They become lesbians. Yeah, or they form unhealthy patterns.

They go for older men because they think it's normal.

Loretta's a textbook case.

Oh, Christ, I need a drink.

Hey, do you think it's significant that no -one's congratulated us yet?

At least Mum hasn't passed out.

Um, I'm just... Popping out for some fresh air.

Call me if anything happens.

How's the old boy?

Alive. Waiting on test results.

Good.

What were you doing at the retirement home?

Having a yarn. About?

Wolf. I was trying to find out if you'd heard from him.

I never touched the old guy. I didn't even raise my voice. He just passed out

right in front of me. Why were you asking about Wolf?

He wanted some answers.

So you decided to start a manhunt?

It was that part where you swore you would shove that will down Wolf's throat

he ever came back here.

I'd be quite keen to see that.

Look, I know you're hurting, and I don't like it.

But if you being able to have it out with Wolf will help that hurt go away,

I will do everything in my power to make it happen.

No, it hasn't been one of my more successful assignments so far.

With Ted keeling over and Brandon learning some of his family history.

Oh, no, you didn't. And Anne -Marie screaming blue murder down the phone to

superiors. So don't get yourself into more shit over me, right?

To be honest, Cheryl, I don't care about getting into shit.

I'm thinking of perfing.

Perfing? Yeah, taking my pile of retirement cash and leaving the force.

What do you reckon?

I reckon it's the best idea I have heard in ages.

You totally freaked us out, Grandpa.

They put me in a washing machine.

Why would they do that?

It was a brain scan.

In a washing machine?

Pascal, could I see you for a moment?

Go on.

Promise I won't peek at your letters.

You can skip the speech. I know what you're going to say.

You do?

You had fun, but you don't want to see me anymore because my family are all

messed up inbreds.

Actually, I was going to tell you your grandfather's death results have turned

up something rather interesting.

Oh. He's not suffering from Alzheimer's.

Really?

That's awesome.

He has a brain tumour.

Oh my God, that sucks.

No, no, no, it doesn't suck.

It's good news.

Okay, I'm not a doctor, but even I know that a brain tumour is bad.

Not when it's operable.

The hospital is scheduling surgery as we speak. Once that's over, your grandpa

will be as good as new.

So I won't be nuts anymore?

If that's how he was before.

That's so wicked.

I thought you'd say that.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Nowhere in Ted's medical records does it say anything about Alzheimer's. So why

did we think he had Alzheimer's?

Because he was mental all the time. That was the tumour where he was playing

off.

I think it was Dad said it first.

Yet, as I recall, he said it.

We all believed him.

Yeah, I think I remember that too, actually.

Yeah, yeah.

Dad definitely said grandpa was fucked in the head.

Yeah, I guess sometimes dad never told us the truth.

Yeah, you can be a bit of a wanker like that.

Sometimes.

No, no.

Is that another film?

Yeah.

So what's this one about?

Sorry. Hey, it's good news about Grandpa, huh?

I always knew he was more onto it than he was letting on.

You two have always been really close.

You've always been his favourite.

You do know that, don't you?

Even when you were little, he... No way.

Tell me you are not about to say what I think you are. What do you think I was

going to say?

Mum, the film was made up. I was never abused, and especially not by Grandpa.

I'm not suggesting that. Yeah, you were, and I don't even know how you could go

there. You know Grandpa is not like that. I don't know anything anymore.

I thought I did. I thought I had a handle on most people, but it turns out

I was wrong.

And if I couldn't see what type of man I was really married to, then what hope

have I got of being able to pick when someone's hurting one of my kids?

Pretending you lot.

That's all that's ever mattered to me. You did.

You do.

You what?

I'm coming clean.

Why? Because thanks to your stupid film, my mother is really upset.

And I need her to know that she did do a good job raising me and that there's no

family pedophile. You can't.

Just hang in there. The school year's almost over.

And then I'll be out of your life.

I'm moving to Wellington.

Why?

Well, Mr Bates showed my stupid film to a friend of his.

Goes by the name of Peter.

Jackson. No way. And he liked it. So much so that he's offered me a job as a

runner on his new film.

I mean, it's not much, but it's a foot in the door. That's my job. No, it's

Yes, it is. My name's on the film.

My name is on the film.

So you're Loretta West now, are you?

Actually.

Yeah, I am. No, you are confused.

That is what you are.

I changed my name by depot to Loretta West.

You can't do that.

Yeah, I can.

And I did.

Look, our contract's almost over.

If it were all to come crashing down right now, it wouldn't be that cool for

either of us.

So, what do you reckon?

We shake hands.

You say, thanks for the good grades and for finishing school for me. And I say,

thanks for allowing me to fish my life out of the toilet.

We both say goodbye and live happily ever after.

I can't work out whether Jules won or I did. Well, let's look at the upside.

You don't have to put that school uniform on every morning.

What was that a downside?

See it all.

You and I don't have to keep our relationship secret and you don't have

Wellington. She's working on a Peter Jackson film.

And you, babe, are working on a Rita West Hayden Peters film.

Our porn flick isn't quite the same.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, we'll have a guy in a gorilla suit.

And what am I going to do about Mum?

She still thinks I was abused and she's still really upset about it. Doing that

whole mother guilt thing, I can't deal with it.

Well then, just as you're so good at inventive sexual positions...

You're going to need to get creative.

Bert Thompson.

Bert Thompson.

Ted's old mate Bert. The one who died eight years ago.

Yep. Bert Thompson abused you. I thought you said you made it up.

Abused is quite a strong word.

More like he offered me a lolly and then said, gives a kiss.

And he'd sometimes tweak my nose like this.

Ow! I used to hate that.

so much he'd go hello lovey hello lovey it was pretty traumatic

and i guess it was those memories which triggered the thought process behind

jandal and then it was just exaggerated for dramatic effect hold on a minute why

are you telling me this now when it before i didn't realize how empowering

to tell the truth it's like freeing the shackles breaking the chains

Being able to breathe again.

Okay.

Great.

And you have got nothing to worry about. You are a really good mum.

The best.

So it's happy endings all round, eh?

Except for Pascal. She still rooted her half -brother.

And you, of course.

Because it's time for some more empowerment.

I want you to come and sit down and tell me all about this relationship that

you're having with some bloke old enough to be your father.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Brain tumour.

Thought you might want to pay a visit.

Now, I'm buying to say thank you for Grandpa.

Beer?

I don't drink.

Oh, me neither.

Raspberry lemonade?

Yum. Me too.

Hi.

Yeah, hi.

Who's that?

No one.

Now, are you sure you want to get involved with my screwed up family?

Let's go. I don't want to get involved with your family.

I want to get involved with you.

Hey.

You want to talk to him, that's his number.

Wolf.

Do with it what you want.

Foreclosure, or whatever they call it.

No.

No, I've got that.

For Toothy, I get Toothy.

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