All language subtitles for Outrageous Fortune s03e06 Put The Strong Law On Him.eng

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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