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I'll get you a lawyer, a proper one.

A lawyer?

Pitbull in a suit, wins them all and charges like a wounded one.

If you needed help with that, you'd let me know.

Shut up!

Are you on something, Corky?

Corky's off the case, Ben.

What the fuck are you talking about? Corky likes to pee, Sam. You spend all

money I gave you on fucking pee.

Fucking hell, my little... Mate, here.

Good morning, Rumble.

Good morning, it's... Someone invented the cup of tea they meant it.

How can I have a cup of tea without a cup?

Well, you could put the tea bag in your mouth. Pour the water in there.

And where are all the spoons?

They're in Van's room.

What? Things go in there and never come out. Sucked into the black hole, lose

Captain Morose.

That's that.

It's not on. He is a member of our family. He needs to treat others with

respect. I'm just telling you to piss off.

Where's the room?

Miserable, but predictable.

Van, your room is not the kitchen.

Now, I know you're really depressed and quite screwed up, but you can't hold all

the dishes.

Piss off.

I'm coming in.

Stand back from the door. I repeat, stand back from the door.

I'm not by the door.

Finn, you can't live like this.

Oh, my God!

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Andyville. But people ain't always right.

Diana, when you love me, cry it out.

That mother -in -law's got a dirty gutter. It's going off. Oh, bang.

That's bad. Your boyfriend's gone. Oh, stop it, Kate.

He must be loaded.

And do we see him at the Sabbath? I wouldn't have a clue.

You know, because you are, in a manner of speaking, single at the moment. I'd

prefer to stand by my man, thanks, Kate.

What goes on tour?

We're not on tour.

Now, he is sexy.

I mean, for a rich guy, I mean, usually they're way short.

Well, seriously bad.

Do some work.

You always throw a bash like this when you get a green light? Fucking A.

Work hard, play hard.

It's a good life to your truck.

Well,

here's to Moselle Hype, though.

Here's to big fees, my friend.

Oh,

sorry, Gary.

Western law.

What now?

Man's got to do.

What?

You get good parties, Cheryl.

Ah, well, your staff give good orders.

But everyone's happy?

Yes, I know where it is.

Any luck with this, Stuart?

I'm seeing him tomorrow, actually.

That's good.

Got me out of a couple of misunderstandings.

I did tell you it was expensive. Yeah, yeah, but sometimes you've got to do

it takes, don't you?

Well, that offer for a loan is still there if you need it. No, no, we're

thanks. Well, I can change your mind.

You know where I live.

Damage to public property.

The theft of an automobile.

What's this contempt of court?

I had to fire my last lawyer.

Why? They found out I'd been disbarred.

A possession of methamphetamine? I was taking it off a friend.

Look, I'm clean, Jethro, I swear.

I've been going to Narcotics Anonymous three times a week for nearly two years.

Right, so hanging out with your mate in the kitchen of a pee lab is one of the

12 steps, is it? At NA, we have buddies.

We support each other.

I got this message from my mate Davo. He was freaking out, so I scooted over

there. To 39 Kevin Island Street.

I had just taken the pee pipe from his trembling hands.

A fuzz smashed in the door. So you jumped out a window and stole a police

How was I meant to know? It was unmarked. And wrapped it around a set of

lights? Yeah, well, I lost control.

I'm used to the Vespa. Your mate, Davo, you said he rang you?

Yeah. And left you a message?

Yeah, it was crazy garble talk.

It was between the thighs of the evil mistress.

His dealer?

Pee, Jethro. But the message is proof of why you were there, right?

Oh, my God, of course.

Cops got your phone?

Yeah. Well, for its release.

We're walking in the park here, Corky.

Really?

No worries.

I've got to say, from where I'm sitting, it's not looking good at all.

Really? The cops don't bother with pissy assault charges without a good reason.

Yeah, but he didn't assault anyone.

They've got him on the other charges, so they must want him off the street for a

reason. Is he telling me he can't defend this?

Great. He could have saved me a trip.

No, no, no. Sit down, Cheryl. Sit down.

This case stinks.

It's my job to find the source of that stench and put it in a brown paper bag

and leave it on the doorstep of its rightful owner. In this case, the

officer. Monica Judd. Monica Judd. I'm picking she's not a sister.

Ex -wife.

Miss using her powers to get at her ex.

Yeah, not just her. She's spreading it around.

Well, we should better work with that once we get a few more details.

Thank Christ.

Well, fasten your seatbelts, Cheryl. We're going to nail the bastards.

Can rat poison go off?

Oh, you're worried the rats will get sick if they eat it.

This one was purchased in 1984.

Be an old box of readers.

Never used it on rats.

Better to whack the buggers with a broom.

I don't want them dying in here.

What are you doing?

The van needs to be helped. He doesn't want to be helped.

That's what people say when they secretly want to be helped.

Can't you just leave him alone and let him work through this?

Do you want him to just...

Lie in that test pit and die of dengue fever. I don't care. I don't do rats.

It's so bad in there that even the rats are leaving.

Well, it's not like he'll let you in anyway.

Pascal, this is not working.

No, it will. We do it at the Janet Frame for the old guys with prostate issues.

So that's what you're paid to do, torture old people.

It's called encouragement.

It's called cruelty.

Well, call it a kind, Loretta. It's the first rule in nursing the elderly.

not going in there there could be a whole family of them with a gross little

ducky roomy tail

Great. He's bloody great.

And bloody expensive.

Well, he's expensive because he's good.

Lawyers like him charge you every time they blink. I can't afford Des Stewart.

Don't you want to get out? Yeah, of course.

Well, look, you still have your cop money, so what's your problem?

Only if I get off the other five charges. But he'll get you off all of

well. Yeah, and I'll be saying, thanks, Des, here's all my money. Look, you'll

have your 80 grand no matter what. Gerald, he charges that to open his

briefcase. And I'll help.

Well, that's a shitload of knickers.

No, I won't let this be about money.

Come on, he's getting you out.

So put a fucking smile on it.

Yes, Ray.

G'day, Gary.

I've got that landed information gun for you. Oh, great.

You raced off last night.

What a snatch up for grabs, was there?

Uh, no. Our old lawyer up on a remand. Drink?

Yeah, why not?

Corky.

Yeah, you know him.

Everyone this end of the water matter knows Franklin Cork.

Didn't know he was back in town.

What's he done now?

You know, I can't really say.

Oh, no, of course not.

Quite confidentiality and all that.

Whatever it is, I hope they lock him up and throw away the fucking key.

Why's that?

Because he's a prick.

Oh, well, you don't have to like someone to defend them, do you?

Oh, you don't have to defend them at all.

Haven't you got enough work on?

Oh, he's kind of like family.

He's your P .E .D. uncle.

No, he just got himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You believe that?

Better get on with it, then.

What about the title info?

Work your way.

You're obviously a busy man, Jethro.

Wayne.

Corky, if the cops think they're going to get a cellmate confession out of me,

they're wrong. I'm innocent. Yeah, you and me both, mate.

They didn't ask you to knock?

No.

How about you?

No.

I didn't know you were back in town.

Yeah, well, I was here to make up for past wrongs.

Oh, that worked out well then, didn't it?

Day in prison.

All those criminals who received bad service from the battalion of my career.

Yep. Not a good place for slack lawyers or ex -cops.

What about Owen, Emmy? What's going to happen to Owen?

Owen?

He's my first meaningful relationship since rehab.

He's a spatter -filling guillot. Just popped his first flower.

Magnificent white poured over his yellow stamen. It's a pot plant.

Peace, Lily.

I'm sure you'll probably survive until the hearing.

Who's your lawyer?

Jethro West.

Now, I hate to admit it, but you could have done worse.

Well, you've got to stay positive, eh?

Where is it?

Your bedding? What the hell happened? Was this your bed?

Where is it?

I've seen some bad things to Janet Frame, but things... Where is it?

Stop it!

This is a hygiene issue.

That award.

You keep the fuck out of my stuff.

Cheryl, what do I owe the honor of this invitation to your house?

You remember what you told me about Eric.

What is that wonderful smell?

Corned beef. Do you want some?

I couldn't.

But it'd be rude not to show my respect.

And I do respect you, Cheryl.

Do you remember when Eric disappeared?

He's still not back.

Well, you told me that Monica leaned on him. Well, the heinous cow lady cop.

Yeah, that's the one. Oh, just the thought of her makes me want to pass

on your nice, clean floor.

You told me that she told everyone he was an act. Well, some say he was

on information, but what she did is unforgivable.

You got any tomato sauce?

So what'd she do?

Well, she said unless he gives her information about you...

She was also going to tell people that he liked to fondle the genitals of small

boys.

Eric's a sick, sick man.

But he only wanted to sleep with unattractive white women.

Oh, and attractive women also.

And their daughters.

Yeah, and Eric, you know, he wasn't the only unfortunate she was leaning on.

Who else?

Went down to the pub. I talked to five people Monica harassed. One of them

needed to...

Any of these victims lay a complaint?

They know there's no point.

Quite. We need something hard here, direct.

I mean, personally, I'm smelling the old ex with an axe.

Ex -wives often have axes to grind, as I know, because I've had two.

Financially, I'm scared for life.

So, what's Monica's beef here?

Hates him, thinks he's bent, hates me too.

Well, let's take it to the horse's mouth, eh?

See what we can dig up. What, you talk to that cow?

Oh, just someone who knows it well. You might want to come.

So, how long were you and Monica married?

Five years.

Happily?

Well, we're not married now, are we? Sex life, any problems there?

Yes, is this necessary?

I just need the background.

Well, sex was never our strong point.

Well, you married a bad root, brave man.

So, what sort of terms did you split?

Come on, there's no point pissing around here. Come on.

We split over an affair.

Screwed that, Dean. Good.

I'm liking it.

Except that was after I screwed somebody.

All right, what's the dirt?

Her name was Lani Dawson.

She was with a guy that was known to us.

You and Monica as a couple?

As police.

He was a crim.

Had a record as long as your arm.

Burglary, fencing, fingering everybody's pie.

Bit of a thug.

Monica, how did she take it?

She went pretty septic, yeah.

Did she give you a hard time?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

But she went to town on learning.

How?

House calls, cooking up all sorts of excuses to search the house, generally

making her life hell.

Crossed the line.

So, any repercussions there?

Yeah, she got cautioned. Great. She'll be on the record.

It's not something I'm proud of.

Oh, au contraire, Wayne, no.

It's bloody gold, my friend, especially if there's paperwork.

Well, there's ten minutes left.

I could do with a bit of a breath of fresh air.

So, take a moment.

Well,

you learn something new every day, don't you?

Cheryl, I'm sorry.

No.

No, no.

It's good. It's all good. I mean, it means you could get out.

And it's what we both want, isn't it?

What are you doing?

We've got ten minutes.

You're going to spend it fucking apologising.

So, you never told me about this woman.

Well, I could have, but I just didn't see the point.

So when did you meet her?

I, uh...

I arrested her, old man.

That gets better and better.

Was she married?

She was living with him like it was a long time ago. A very long time ago.

And a very bad time ago.

I thought you had a pool cleaner for that.

Some people rake sand in a Japanese garden.

I remove fucking leaves from my pool.

Every leaf is like a problem solved.

That's why in Japan they say a man with a clean pool is a man with no bloody

problems.

But Gary, I get the feeling you were telling me to back off.

How about Corky?

Did you?

He's got a good hour, boy. He'll take bugger all time if that's what you're

worried about.

I'm not the one that sounds worried.

Why do you want me to back off?

I don't want you to back off.

I want you to go for it.

And get that bastard to plead guilty.

Look, he hasn't done anything.

I can get him off.

Franklin Cork can blame all the addictions under the sun.

But if you're the bastard child of a weasel and a stoat, you're pretty much a

mutant feral pest who deserves to be eradicated.

Or kept out of circulation.

Why do you want him to take a fall?

I think that'd be pleasing to everyone.

Don't you?

It'd be pleasing to me anyhow.

He's innocent. Not to me.

Wow.

Undisclosed ex. What else don't you know about him?

And, oh, my God, it's another pattern.

Really? Well, Judd obviously has a wise of crimes guy's fetish.

You think so?

Could be worse, though. You know, some guys are into kiddie porn or lying under

glass tables.

Why wouldn't he tell me, though?

What does it matter?

I mean, do you know who his first kiss was or who his shag that performed

social? Yeah, but this wasn't so distant.

All right.

Go around. Check her out.

That's what I do.

No, I'm no stalker.

No. And even if she was, like, younger or some really hot married chick, I

nothing to be jealous of.

Here's with you now.

Well, if it isn't Cheryl West.

Cut the crap, Monica.

Have you had anything to drink today?

Oh, for God's sake.

Please, clearly state your name and address.

Cheryl West, you know where I live.

That's a failed youth, Cheryl.

Haven't you got something better to do today?

You hassle me, I hassle back.

And what have I done to you?

Back off, Cheryl.

I mean it.

And I won't book you for the broken taillight. Save you a $150 fine. Let's

call it a warning, shall we?

Oh, I've got a broken taillight.

Can you believe the nerve of that cow?

Well, there's a nerve to touch, all right. Here's a copy of the complaint

Dawson laid with the police.

Mad Monica went to town.

She trashed Lani's house, she intercepted a male, threatened her. Are

kidding? But the best bit is that after an investigation, Monica Judd was passed

over for promotion.

Good fucking job.

Completely misused her authority for private retribution.

So can you prove this in court?

Who wants to go to court? No, no, no, this is about strolling into police HQ

saying, hello boys, look what's about to hit the papers.

Vengeful female cop misuses powers to get an X. Again.

They won't want that.

So what does Lani like?

Oh, I don't know.

What, you never met her? No.

It was all on the police report, you know. Just took a little digging. That's

what you're paying me for.

Right.

A meeting was going to prove tricky.

Oh, right, with the husband.

No, he's in perimeter mode.

He killed Larnie not long after she got it on with Wayne.

What? He took to her with a piece of sorbity.

It's a nasty old world we live in.

I've been thinking about the driving charges.

When the cops burst in, I panicked. Maybe the panic was caused by a nervous

disorder because of my addiction. We could find a friendly doctor. Then

the mental problems, you know, the memory, lack of judgement because of the

Or... Or what?

Or you could throw yourself on the mercy of the court.

Why? A guilty plea.

Reduced sentence.

Well, what about the phone?

It proves that I'm innocent. Wrong place, right reason. Why would I plead

when I can prove I'm innocent?

I'm just looking at the facts.

You did abscond from the police. You did steal a police car and you did wrap it

around the lights.

You got the phone, right?

Police haven't released it yet.

Stalling, eh?

Bastards!

Maybe there is no message.

There was.

There has to be.

Last night at work, I had one of those epiphanies.

Do you even know what that means?

Until Van lets go of the thong, he will always be holding on to it.

And they still only pay you $9 .50 an hour. He can't let go of Aurora.

He does actually have quite good reasons to feel guilty and majorly fucked up.

No, it's psychologically morbid.

It's like with old people.

Sometimes you have to get rid of the bad old habits to make new good ones.

So, you're going to get pissed and swap Aurora's thong with one of yours? No.

But sometimes you have to be kind to be cruel.

Van, I've got something for you.

really sorry about yesterday you're in pain and well sometimes the best thing

just to numb the pain

deviate

tomorrow but no one can reach the light switch no one can reach the

lights

Bye.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

He's so not going to like this.

Van!

You're leaving your room as a great pep and now you just have to step into the

shower. Give it back.

Van, the thong is gone.

And it's for the best and now you can move on.

I need the thong.

And I need it now.

It's a deceased woman's G -string van.

It's not right and it's not healthy.

What are you doing with Eddie Bear?

I warned you.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, I would.

Itty beer's a titty beer.

Well, say goodbye to itty beer.

No, please wait.

I can't give it back to you because it's gone.

You're lying.

You just have to accept it then.

It's gone.

Which one?

That one.

There are heaps of clothes in there.

He'll never find it.

Besides, he won't fit down through the slot.

Still, it's good for him. You know, being out in the fresh air, getting some

exercise.

So is it really any other one?

What?

Well, you obviously told him the wrong bit.

You did tell him the wrong one, didn't you?

It'll still take him ages.

I could hardly fit anything in there and there are heaps.

Found it.

Ha. Good one.

There must have been a message on the phone. Otherwise, why would I have gone

there?

If I plead guilty, I could get three, maybe out in two.

You should talk to Jethro about that. Yeah, I did.

And that was his advice.

Maybe you know something I don't.

Maybe it's all part of the big picture, you know.

Life's lesson.

God's plan.

Cookie, cut the 12 -step bullshit.

Yeah, well, Jethro wouldn't say that without a reason.

You can't worry about a dead chick, sure.

She's, like, dead, you know.

Yeah, your father's dead.

So? Well, you still love him, right?

Not like that.

You have to let this go, Cheryl.

I thought I told you to mind your own business, Cheryl West.

Hey, Case, why don't you get us another drink? I just got off.

I am getting shit thrown at me from all sides.

Maybe you deserve it.

Tell that wanker lawyer of yours that the past has nothing to do with the

present. Oh, doesn't it? I was doing my job.

You were pissed off at Wayne and you used your position to shit all over

people. Sometimes you've got to be tough.

Especially when you're dealing with low -life slags.

He didn't tell you about her, did he?

Of course he did.

Bullshit. I know Wayne.

Know him longer than you.

Me and Judd, we were best mates.

We worked together, hunted together.

What's your point, Monica?

He likes them bad.

Likes them dirty. Falls for dirty sluts.

You're looking forward to your next emotion, are you?

What's it going to be this time? Parking warden?

Piss off. Wayne broke your heart.

Jesus, that's no excuse to put a good man in prison. He's not good. He's a

cheating bastard, and you should remember that, Cheryl. Piss off, Monica.

I hope you told her what's what.

Mr. Law, how can I help?

Is that right, Jethro?

Could you help me more than you're helping bloody Corky?

If your cellmate wants a word, then that's over to him.

What happened to that oak he would have sworn?

That bit about every man deserving a full and fair defence?

If my client is unhappy... He's not unhappy.

He's deluded, thinking you're onto it.

I'm not at liberty to discuss anything with... What the shit, Jethro?

Are you worried he's going to want his office back?

You know what? I don't give a flying fuck... What do you think?

You've got too much time on your hands, have you? Huh? You play bush lawyer now?

Tell you what, wank yourself, stupid arsehole. Just don't do it on my time.

The assault charge, it's gone west, so to speak.

Serious? Oh, I never joke about women, Cheryl.

There were some very pale faces up at Police HQ when I started talking about

Larnie Dawson.

They sure as hell didn't want one of the few female detectives smashed across

the front page.

So he's out.

Paperwork underway as we drink.

One charge down, five to go.

Shimmer, you want me to stay on?

Yeah, of course.

Speaking of paperwork, expenses today.

Open it later.

This assault charge was a doddle.

Your corruption stuff is more to it.

Mind you, we love a challenge.

Here's to the second round.

Here's to the second. Holy fuck.

You're paying for the best, Cheryl.

Oh, no, I'm sorry, but shit.

240 bucks for office consumables? Well, it's important that you celebrate your

wins, Cheryl.

Napoleon made sure that every soldier had an extra shot of brandy after each

victory. Yeah, I'm sure they were stoked, but haven't you heard of

I'll make a note of it.

You have no messages.

Oh, bastards!

Go to the phone company. There must be some trace, some proof.

It's not there.

It never was. But it was. Look, you said yourself, judgment, memory loss.

I can't do time. I can't. Well, doesn't look good. What can I say? Something

helpful, you bastard.

I can't go down for this.

That's okay.

Honestly.

You pull yourself together, Corky, or you can seek new counsel.

You said you could do this. Walk in the park. Things have changed.

All your clients were mine first, don't you forget it. Your practice was rooted

when I took it over and you know it.

Anyway, I'm getting out a criminal.

Moving into civil.

Property. Convaincing.

What a fucking sellout.

On the thighs of the deal.

I'm doing okay.

Anyway, look. Who are you working for?

It's not important.

Not Gary Savage.

What about him?

Does he know I'm back?

I don't talk about my cases with anyone, you know that.

Fine.

I'd like to plead guilty.

To all charges.

You sure?

I can see the sense in it. I'm going to experience a new freedom.

Peace. You want to go to jail?

Yes. As long as it's not forever.

I'll push for a reduced sentence.

Maybe somewhere down the line a bit. Hawke's Bay or something.

I'll do what I can.

Fantastic.

Thanks.

You know, I feel really awkward about this.

It's alone, Cheryl.

I said it was there.

And he must be turning a tidy dollar out of those hot knickers. Yeah, we do all

right. Big hit with my workers.

Yeah, it was a record night for us. See?

There you go.

OK, pretty standard terms and conditions. You want to take it away,

through it?

No, I'm sure it's fine.

Now, it can be dropped into your account any time.

With that, you'll be the proud owner of 120K.

I really appreciate it.

Listen, you want to go for another drink for dinner?

I'm not much of a cook, but we can order something.

Thanks, but I've got to meet someone.

Yeah, of course.

Well, knock yourself out.

What? The thong.

I said, don't fuck with my stuff, and you took it. I didn't. Don't lie.

I've been at work all day. Then you must have been in here before. No, I wasn't.

And you just wallowing in your room full of a bear and BO with some dead woman

thong is pathetic and weird. And how could I bring Bruce down here when

such a mess? Yeah, we should dump you anyway. No, we shouldn't. Yeah, because

you're a slut. I'm not. You're the biggest slut and rootbag in West

Bruce loves me for who I am now.

Yeah, well, he's going to find out, and he's going to dump you.

Then you're going to be sorry.

Even if I heard your stupid song, I would never go back to you.

What?

I forgot to give you back Eddie Bear.

You deserve to suffer for what you did to Aurora.

You want me to get Dear Stuart to look at your case for you?

I tossed the coin, made the call.

That was what was coming to me.

And your lawyer agrees with that?

Jethro's been very understanding.

Take care, Corky.

Wayne, there is one thing.

I would.

Your plant?

Yeah, okay.

Tell me where I'll find him.

You'd do that for me?

Do you want me to water him or not?

Why the fuck are you bringing me pot plants?

Of course you can. Look after it.

And you'd know why.

So you're out.

Yeah, looks that way.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Can we go now?

Sure, love.

Hello.

Well, Presco, have you been cooking?

No, Van.

He's stinking as a bastard.

Van, it's good to see you out, but maybe you should have a shower.

Look what he did to Eddie Bear.

Jesus, what the hell you do that for?

Because she's an evil cow.

Make him apologise, Mum.

Make him.

You know what?

You guys can sort your own shit out.

Explanation now, huh?

Yeah, go for it.

I didn't tell you.

But I didn't want to tell you.

I was with Lani a few weeks and she went back to him and the bastard killed her.

Loved her?

Well, if I did, she might not have gone back to that psycho.

You didn't kill her?

Gave the guy the reason to pick up the 4x2.

Is this why you were always so worried about me going back to Wolf?

I wasn't going to see that happen again.

No, Wolf was never that guy.

We were equals.

I gave as good as I got.

I know.

And I love you for that.

Never, never, never lie to me.

Lying's not the same as feeling like shit about something and not wanting to

talk about it.

I did love you, though.

Is there a problem with that?

You've got a big, gorgeous heart, Wayne Jack.

It's just a shock.

It might not all be mine.

Let's play which of these things doesn't belong in the kitchen.

You'll be pleased to know the rat poison did work and that Van isn't the only

stinky thing around here.

And Van, Pascal didn't nick your knickers.

cross -dressing rat did.

Didn't go outside then. Should have used the broom.

Keep it.

Thanks.

Van, you've let go of it. I mean, you can move on and we can get proper

fumigated on your own.

Should have had dinner. I'm going back to the room, aren't I? Yeah, why don't

you? I guess some things never change around here.

At least there's beer to be had. On that, you can't paint.

Oh, yeah.

Here's to some bloody good lawyering, Jethro.

What's this?

For your efforts.

For Mosel Heights or the other thing?

Well, I'm sure you gave Corky expert counsel.

What did Corky do to you?

Franklin Cork was the family lawyer of an old friend.

A guy who worked on the periphery.

Burglary, fencing, a great nose for a scam.

This guy was good.

A good family man, too.

Built up a nice little nest egg for his wife and kids.

Two daughters, twin boys.

Corky took the money, invested it, lost it, blamed it on the pea.

But bottom line is, he ripped off my mate.

And where I come from, there's a cost for that.

Dad never mention you?

He's discreet.

We're wolf.

We go way back.

He'll be pleased with you today, Jethro.

Very pleased indeed.

Now, let's finish this legal shit, eh?

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