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God has ordered me to confess to every crime I've committed.

Next was my involvement along with Wolfgang, Jethro and Van West and Hayden

Peters in the theft of several hundred thousand dollars from some motorcycle

gangs.

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

What have you got there? What's going on?

Wolf.

Wayne Judd, you are under arrest.

I got me a job.

He starts tomorrow. It's a career. Your father hired him? I believe him, yeah.

He can turn his life around, starting with this job.

Eh, wicked.

Funny place to have a bath, June.

Christ, Pilate.

What are you sneaking up on me? You told me to meet you here.

Yeah.

It's a stainless steel.

Hell, how should I know?

Aluminium. What else you got?

DVD players, running shoes, shit like that.

Some of these are the crap people seem curious.

I'll give you $900.

Yeah, I guess so.

And $3 ,000 for the van, eh?

No, no.

$900 for the van and everything in it.

Nah, nah, nah. You can sell this for 10k, man.

I've got to get new plates, new chassis number, do a repaint.

And studies have linked aluminium with Alzheimer's.

Our bodies are our temples, man.

See you later, you fat son of a...

You know, Drasker, it's me.

Yeah, look, you've got to come and pick me up. Your dad's van just got nicked.

So I received an envelope from my husband.

That is Wolfgang West?

Yes, that husband.

And the police state there was $10 ,000 in that envelope. Well, if those idiots

knew their arseholes from their elbows... Cheryl. Are you saying there

money? No, I'm saying that Wolfgang West is a thief and a liar and I wish I'd

never met a fucking prick. Probably not the ideal choice of vocab for a high

court trial.

Bloody good gravy, though.

It's OK, Cheryl. I need to sit in that courtroom and listen while he calls you

criminal and me a liar. What kind of OK is that?

We need to run through the questions again. We need to relax a little.

Enjoy the best roast in town.

Sorry, Mum, double pile this week.

Wayne, Dez.

Just right.

Take it this is a work meeting? Mm -hm.

Guess I won't be staying for tea then.

Unbelievable.

The cops have pinned on me, Dez. If I don't testify, it's... I mean

that your mother still does urinating.

So I'll, um, pick him up tomorrow.

The bugger's right. He doesn't have a choice.

It wasn't my fault, all right?

So the van just drove off by itself?

I was taking a splash. I was just finishing up the business and then

Babe, it's just that Dad's really pissed off.

Like, he wants to know if it really was stolen.

What?

I said this has never happened to us before. That's out of line.

Drasker didn't say that. I ran after them, okay?

I could have been hit over the head with a big aluminium pot.

Or something else that's real heavy. And all I get from you is grit.

Oh, babe.

Look, I was wrong, okay?

Hey, let me make you something nice, and we can go to bed early if you want. Oh,

you're fucking good.

Of course.

I've got a really weird feeling.

Like I almost feel sorry for Drasker.

Yeah, it's gone. Do you want another beer?

Hey.

Hey, you heard what he said.

We're in good shape.

If I had five bucks for every case I thought was in good shape, they'd win

shape.

I just keep thinking, what if I lose? What if I go away?

I have never had what I've got now. Nothing even close.

What if I lost it?

What if I lost you?

And this is good, but there's no guarantees here, Cheryl. No, there is.

There's my guarantee.

You are not going to jail.

I will not let that happen.

There you go.

Thanks.

Something happen here?

Yeah. I'm pissed off at you, so there's a bloody great hole in that one.

Mum, I wouldn't testify if I didn't legally have to.

That's bullshit.

When I found out Wolf was involved in that gang job, I asked you, no, I begged

you to stay away.

Your father's behind this, all of this, but you, you're still in there doing

exactly what he wants. That is not how it is. You're an adult, Jethro. You made

a choice. Good on you.

But I'm done begging.

And I'm done ironing your shirt.

You alright?

Jessica, what did he do?

Van didn't come home last night.

So I text him to say sorry and I said I'd make his lunch for him.

But he didn't call me back.

He's a prick, you know that? No, he's wounded and he's hurting.

No, he's a prick.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Nobody treats my bridesmaid like dirt. Nobody.

What does that mean, you've got the case now? The case against former detective

Sergeant Judd.

It's felt the former Mrs. Judd was too compromised.

Aren't you the big man? Cut the bullshit, Wes. Have we been doing our

practice in front of the mirror, have we, Glenn?

We want the same thing here.

You won't be crying when Wayne Judd goes to jail, right?

Our charges are based on the fact that Judd profited from a criminal act. But

order to make that stick, we need to prove a crime took place.

And to prove that, I need more information about the job. What job's

do it. Come on, son.

In your father's confession, he referred to something big that went down. A

while ago, there was a robbery.

Don't bother asking me who, when, where or why.

I don't grow out.

The West Code, eh?

The Star Witness isn't saying a thing. So, if you know anything that could

assist us... I don't.

That's a shame. Yep, I'm pretty gutted.

Look, I've got a couple of things to go on with, so if you don't mind... When's

the last time you saw Barry Gibbs?

I'm going down country.

I've got a church to build. He even provided me with the funds to do the

Hey, Jesus.

No, no, no, Wolf.

I'll ask again, OK?

When's the last time you saw Barry Gibbs, a .k .a.

Sparky? God knows.

Is he important? Let's just say we're anxious to find him.

We'll talk again soon, Jetro.

I can't wait, mate.

Nice job.

Hey, do you want to give us another round? Yeah.

Make sure you get some more of those quick fucks, huh?

You're in a generous mood.

Yeah, no thanks to you.

Big thanks to me.

Ah, no.

It was my plan.

Better than anything in a month ago, can't we?

If you say so.

Yeah, I do.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, here's your missus.

We bought your lunch.

The lunch that your girlfriend made you.

Yeah, we're in the middle of a game here.

There's no tomato sauce.

I'll let him get away with that till you can't.

Jessica, you remember when you went out with that Ross Marley and that slut from

the softball team tried to stick her tongue down his throat?

You broke her arm in two places.

With her own softball pad.

Yeah, where did that Jessica go?

That was school.

No, that was you. You sticking up for you.

I should go hit those chicks with your pool cue.

Yeah, them or him. Why not?

Because Van will call me a psycho deli bitch and never speak to me again.

Van is a prick, and you should just get right away from him right now.

Are you saying I should leave Van?

Yeah, after you've hit him.

You want to get rid of me?

No, I don't. I just think that a guy who really loves you doesn't do this kind

of shit.

And are you so much better than me, Pascal, with your perfect life and your

midget Muslim fiancé? Fuck off, Jessica.

Well, you're an antivirus bitch, Pascal, so stay!

Interesting call from the prosecution.

They're talking a deal.

They are?

What kind of deal?

Duty to obstruction, the rest goes away.

Obstruction? Yeah, buggering up the investigation. The point is, it's a

misdemeanor. Fine.

No jail time.

Why? They're on shaky ground.

They know that if they go to court, Des Stewart will rip them limb from limb. I

didn't obstruct anybody.

I tried to tell Christian about the job, but he wouldn't bloody listen.

Well, you're cool.

I'm happy to proceed.

I'd love another scalp to hang on the wall.

Well, it's a fine.

That's all.

Shit, that's great. Let's call Dez, tell him you'll take it.

What?

I'd admit any charge, even a minor one.

There goes the best part of my super.

Yeah, but it's just money.

It's a lot of money. It's all the money the cops put in.

$170 ,000 gone.

Yeah, but it keeps you out of prison.

It says I'm guilty, Cheryl. That's what it says. No, no, it says you'll do what

you have to do to stay out of jail.

It says I'm one of the bad bastards.

I may not be a cop anymore, but I'm sure as hell not a crim.

Okay, if I said something wrong... If?

Look, Jessica, we have been friends for, like, forever, haven't we?

You think I'm stupid for loving him.

But I have always loved him, ever since he flashed his little dick at me at

primary school.

And no one else got him.

But I did.

And if I just keep on showing him how much I love him, he'll realise, won't

Because that is real love.

I mean, I guess.

What are you looking for?

Cucumber for my eyes.

It's under the lettuce at the bottom.

So am I

still your bridesmaid?

Yeah, of course you are.

And you can still be mine.

You mean you want to marry Van?

Well, he nearly married me once.

And if it wasn't for your fucking mean and evil family, we would have done it

too.

So I know, deep down, like way deep down, that he must love me, you

know?

Yeah.

You're on the rock. Good morning. It's 13 past seven, and the number one song

listening to the Saturday show that Jono does, the big countdown show.

What song was it last week?

Anyway, Incubus, Anna Molly. Very good.

Brings back memories, doesn't it? Just like Wolf, but with a tan.

Hickey, you're a wanker. Piss off. Still here.

Still a wanker. And a trotting piggy wink.

In your position, I try being a bit more civil.

What can I do to make you go away?

Oh, you mean like a bribe?

Extortion? Yeah, there's a thousand bucks under that coffee cup if you get

of here. We'd like you to answer a few questions down at the station. Yeah,

well, I'd like to be hung like Farlap. Doesn't mean it's going to happen.

Happened already.

Farlap was a gelding.

You want me to come down to the station so you can ask a few questions without

reading me my rights? Get real, Junior. I taught you this routine.

Okay.

It's about Barry Gibbs.

Sparky? What's he got to do with anything?

When was the last time you saw him?

Months ago. Why?

Anne -Marie Gibbs, his sister, has filed a report.

He hasn't been seen for months. He's a missing person.

Last time I saw Sparky, I gave him a lift to the bus station. He was off to

Rickthumb Church or something. In Whanganui?

Before he left, he called Anne -Marie to tell her.

Then you know as much as I do.

Except he never got on that bus.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Ah, you're the last person known to have been with him.

He hasn't been seen alive since.

This is getting silly.

Given that we're interested in talking with Sparky in connection to a certain

fire at an accountant's office where a safe may have been removed... I'd say

it's serious.

You shouldn't be here.

Sparky's been reported missing.

Hickey's looking for him.

Don't say that's my problem.

Hickey's trying to put the pieces together of what happened at the

office.

All the pieces, everyone involved in the job, which doesn't seem like your

problem.

If Sparky turns up and starts talking like he did last time, well, I won't be

the only one in the ship, boy.

On the bright side, he might be dead.

Christ, you really are a heartless one, aren't you?

Look, I've already had a lecture from Mum, alright? I don't need a spanky from

the boyfriend too.

Speak of the devil.

Hey, lovey. Ugh.

Tell Des we'll be there in half an hour.

Yep. Okay.

Coming up.

Didn't think you wanted to talk to me. Just asking.

This wasn't a lecture.

It was a heads up.

Piss off.

My head hurts. You can't be late, Van. You just can't. I'm not going.

Babe, please.

Dad hardly ever employs anyone who doesn't speak Croatian, and he's giving

second chance. I'm over it. It's a piece of shit job, and it's a fucking ugly

uniform.

Move. Van, go to work. Please, Van.

How can I go to work when I haven't even got a van? Actually, Dad's got you a

new one.

Please, Van.

Please.

I'll do it.

But I want you to know I'm only doing this for you.

All for you. Thanks, babe.

Uh -huh.

See?

He's doing it all for me.

Further charges?

I thought they wanted to make a deal.

Yeah, it was a new line of investigation.

Something D .C. Hickey said you might better shed some light on.

What about?

Sparky's gone missing.

And what's that got to do with you?

Well, at one point...

Sparky may have revealed details of a certain robbery that took place.

Who did he talk to?

Someone who was a police officer at the time.

And this information was officially recorded?

No. Well, that's okay then.

That part of the conversation never happened.

Hickey's putting together a fairy tale that I'm responsible for Sparky's

disappearance. That's ridiculous.

Yeah, of course it is. Look, the deal is still on the table, and as your lawyer,

it's my job to advise you. No, I won't do it. I want you to take the deal. Why

else would Hickey make up this crap?

Maybe because he thinks it's true.

You should consider it.

A murder's a serious charge, pretty much the most serious.

Well, if you want to keep running with it.

A murder charge with no body.

Oh, I'd like to rip that one apart.

Check it out.

Muffin tray, stainless steel, 100%. How's this good?

I don't know, get Mrs. Filoni to bake you some muffins or something.

Yeah, the brand ones help maintain regularity.

Great, Filoni. You want them or not?

Yeah, my bowels will thank you. My children's bowels will thank you. Stop

shit, man.

The effective brand is just the opposite.

Man, you always do this. Do what?

You go on and on until I don't know what you're talking about and then you rip

me off.

Not this time, man. I want a decent price. Three grand.

For muffins? No, for this.

You want to sell me two vans in two days?

Best scam I ever came up with, mate.

You're crazy, dearly boss. You'll tear off your lips and use them as a fan

I'm not listening to your bullshit, mate.

You're not going to beat me down.

What? Mental illness in one so young.

Truly a tragedy.

I have nothing new to tell you about Judd or my father or any missing

arsonists, all right? What can you tell me about Hayden Peters?

He went out with my sister.

Pascal?

No, Loretta, but he did go, Pascal, yeah.

You all right there, Glenn?

Sparky goes missing after a mysterious fire in a dodgy accountant's office,

right next door to the office of your family friend Hayden Peters.

He's left the country. Four months ago...

The accountant was found beaten to a pulp in a car park.

Did you know that?

Why would I? The accountant also developed a terrible case of amnesia

assault. Hey, fires happen.

Safes go missing.

People are disappearing.

The one thing we're sure about is that Wayne Judd was the last person to see

Sparky alive.

Oh.

Glenn, that is about the dumbest thing that you've come up with in...

It's such a long time. Something's bugging me here, Jethro.

You see, a big job goes down an accountant's office, and you're

the people involved.

Five minutes later, you have a big wad of cash ready and waiting, the moment

your father needs it. I gave you $10 ,000 to start this business once. I'd

it back. Put it in here and bring it back to me.

I'm a capable saver.

If I got a warrant, had computer forensics go through all your trust

What do you reckon I'd find?

I end a business tomorrow.

How she is in the take will be locked away in trust accounts.

Safe from prying eyes.

If you get a warrant, use it.

Next time I come back, I'll have one.

And you know the great thing about computers?

Nothing ever gets erased.

Just give it some thought.

So, if Sparky turns up, then you didn't kill him, right?

How are you going to find him if the cops come?

They don't want him.

Yeah, but if they do find him first, then Sparky could start talking again.

Exactly, that's why we've got to find him first.

Yeah, but how are you going to do that if the cops come?

For God's sake, I've found him once before, I'll find him again.

Wasn't he on some God -given mission to build a church in Wanganui?

Truly a cruel and merciless God.

And didn't you drop him off at the bus station?

Yeah, but what if he didn't get on the bus?

Oh, cool. This is like Monopoly.

I think he'll find the game's Cluedo. Can I be Professor Mustard?

Well, what if he changed his mind? Or maybe God told him to do something

different, like, say, dolphin.

What if he got on the wrong bus?

What time did you drop him off?

A little after 10. Why?

Here it is. 10 .15. There's the Auckland to Whanganui.

Half an hour later, bus for Wellington.

Brilliant. So he's in Wellington.

Except on the same day, we have departures for Whangarei, Whakatane.

Is there like a law that every place in New Zealand has to start with a W?

Well, there is one law that Sparky liked to break.

Where's Wairoa? The right -hand side.

The hand you hold your mascara with?

No, it's the hand I do this with.

Yeah, fine.

We getting anywhere?

Well, in the week that Sparky left.

There were half a dozen suspicious fires all over the lower half of the North

Island, but we have a cluster here.

Burnt out car in Whangaporoa, fire in the public toilets in Waiwera. They all

start with W.

Yeah, and then the timber yard near Welsford got torched.

Where there's smoke, there could be sparky. And the bus to Whangarei did

Welsford. Well, I'd better get up there then.

You'll be wasting your time unless you multiply from the bakery.

What do you mean by that? They do a good potato top.

Do you know where Sparky is?

I do know that Sparky used to go camping with an uncle of his.

Morris was his name.

Taught Sparky how to start a fire with just a couple of sticks.

Oh, wow. What an inspiration to little Sparky. Where'd they go camping?

Morris had a spot in the bush.

Middle of nowhere.

On the coast.

Started with an H.

I think you'll find it there.

If there's any dinner coming up, let me know before the pig gets his snout in

the trough.

Oh, hi. You're missing out on the best game. It's called Let's Find the Sparky

in the Haystack.

Hey, Mum.

Well, now you know how it feels to be in the gun.

Mum, if I'm connected to that job, that's it.

I'll never practice law again. Well, I'm sure you'll manage to find some other

way to be a better criminal.

Whatever you think, when Dad asked me for that ten grand, I had no idea what

was doing.

None.

Buddy, well, I must drag everyone to the ship. Mum.

Want to take the tea?

Um, no, I shouldn't. I'm not really supposed to be here, so... Well, that'll

our best thing.

Will it?

Tea's ready.

Want some chips?

That's not cooking.

Thanks, old man.

What for?

Could have held it all back, kept the oink in the dark.

How do you know Sparky's up there?

Still appreciate it.

Better be quick if you want a squid ring.

OK, well, call me as soon as you find him. Sparky's not the most stable of

fellas. Yeah, wish me luck.

This is harassment.

No, this is a few more questions. And this time we want them answered down at

the station.

Fuck off, Hickey. Happy to make it official.

For what?

Defensive language, which is grounds for threat to a police officer.

Ring any bells?

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Get in the car.

What? I'm going to find Sparky.

No, Mum.

He stinks of kerosene and is always playing with himself.

Well, I can't drive and read the map at the same time, so get in.

Yeah, great.

Bloody one.

I got here as fast as I could.

They got something new?

I've walked by.

Decided to put the shits up to both of us.

Not even a very subtle one.

Nice little pantomime.

Don't let it get to you.

I'm not panting, huh?

Well? No one's heard of anybody who answers to the name of either Sparky or

Barry Gibbs.

Shit. But a few months ago, the dairy owner had a disagreement with a hairy

over the change for a bottle of lighter fluid.

The next day, his rubbish bin mysteriously burned down.

He's here.

Yeah, or somewhere up there.

I'm not aware.

How about there?

So you reckon your computer was stolen?

That's right, from my office.

I reported it. Just before we got a warrant. How convenient.

Why don't you control the licensee and the sound, Glenn? I've got your files.

I've got nothing to hide. And we'll go to your bank, ask for your records.

What you have to ask yourself, Jethro, is how clean is clean.

You can tell us what happened, who was involved, or we can work it out, Jethro.

Now one is better than the other.

According to the records in front desk, one Barry Gibbs comes to see one

Detective Senior Sergeant Judge.

But there's no record of that conversation anywhere.

That's because there wasn't anything worth recording.

My client's already said that Gibbs was irrational, barely coherent.

And then out of the goodness of his heart, he ends up dropping Sparky at the

station. Well, that's not a crime, so unless you have anything more to offer,

we'll be going.

Alright.

What, that thing?

That's what you dragged me in here for. Oh, we'll be in touch.

Again and again.

Long as it takes.

Boy, you really are a... Wayne.

Excuse us.

You look about how I feel.

Not bad, huh?

Yeah.

I could kill a bear.

How about you?

Jesus, that uncle is bloody crazy, camping all the way up here.

That's the one in the family.

Oh, shit.

Mum, why don't we go back? We don't even know if we're going the right way, and

we'll probably get totally lost and freeze to death, and if that happens, I

be so... Hear that?

Sparky, it's us.

Cheryl West?

Yeah, and Loretta?

You're so pink.

Well, it was a bit of a trick getting up here.

I can't talk to you.

I can't talk to anyone.

Oh, shit, I'm talking. My vow of silence is this buggered. Calm down, Sparky. Of

course you can talk to me.

He told me to stay away forever.

God did?

No, no, Wolf did. He said, be gone.

Speak.

Since when did that bastard know everything?

Anything.

He was wrong about the church.

The hewing of wood.

Don't they deliver up here?

It's the trees, Cheryl.

They don't like to be hewed.

Ripped from their beautiful mother, the earth.

They're busy drinking from the great orb.

Talking to God.

You see, that's another thing Wolf was wrong about.

You think he's a false prophet? Think he's a lying prick.

And he had no right to do this to you.

It's been lonely up here.

Even with the trees.

You know what I think you need, Sparky?

You need a nice hot shower and a lovely home -cooked meal.

You'd give me those?

Yeah, sure, if you come with us.

Would you give me something right now, Cheryl?

What's that, Sparky? Would you hold me?

Would you put your lovely pink arms around me?

Sure.

Why not?

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm. Ripe.

Oh, it's lovely.

Oh, it's... Oh, very good. Oh, great God.

Yeah, yeah, righto, righto, righto.

Do you smell so good?

No, no, fucking way. Fuck it, Mum.

Put this around you and get what you need.

You can sniff her in the car.

I'm not sitting next to him. Okay, well, you can drive then.

I know he's full of shit.

I know it's all a big fishing trip, but he's not giving up.

Yeah, well, he's got a few schools to settle.

If he turns over my bank records, he might just get there.

Where's that?

The money from the job.

I went through various trust accounts.

Did you come out with much?

Oh, even if I did, it wouldn't be worth losing my career over.

At least I'm not being threatened with a murder charge, though.

Yeah, small mercies, eh?

I really didn't think it'd end up like this.

Have you spoken to Wolf since he's been in Waikerea?

Yeah, I've seen him a couple of times.

He's hard to talk to.

Why's that?

He just doesn't like it when things aren't going his way.

Hey, Cheryl. We found him.

Sparky? Yep, alive and well. So we'll be letting Detective Dick know you're not

a murderer.

Yeah, hang on. How do you know what Sparky's going to say? I'll sort it.

Cheryl, Sparky's a nut bar.

I'll take care of it. We'll see you soon, eh?

Mum all right?

Yeah.

You sort things with her?

Yeah, I guess you could say we've got more common ground than we did.

It can't be too bad, eh?

No.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm watching a show about seal.

All they ever do is eat fish, swim, eat fish.

I swear.

No, why aren't you at work?

Fuck, I'm fucked.

I've got a dresser going to do my run for me.

I don't have any head nagging on about drinking.

Hey, old people eat muffins, eh?

Drinking's new fellas down the jet. Prime might want to buy some of those.

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey!

to give you that job. She even made that stupid deal with Mum.

What deal?

Jessica told Mum that she'd sort you out, that she would stop you from

if she were just stopping a bitch to her.

Bullshit. No, that's how much she loves you.

No, she just wanted a root because she's a slut.

No, she is not. You fucking heartless prick. She loves you.

She wanted to marry you and she thinks that if she just tries hard enough that

you'll love her back.

You should think about that.

about Draskit. No, you fucking dick. I'm fucking with you.

What's happened to you?

I don't know you anymore.

And if it were always here, she wouldn't know you. I...

Hey, baby.

I've done all the deliveries and I've loaded the van for your first run in the

morning. I'm done, Drasca.

Done with what?

I can't do this anymore.

Babe, Dad is going to be so pissed.

But my Uncle Stefan actually needs someone to work at his wine cap factory.

Not the job.

This.

I don't love you, Drasca.

You've been drinking. You're always talking shit when you're drinking. It's

truth, Draskia.

I don't love you.

Okay? I love Aurora.

And I always will.

I'm never going to get over her.

And if I did get over her, I still wouldn't love you. Okay?

I'm never going to marry you.

Not ever.

Sorry.

You should probably go or something.

Van, stand up and look at me.

Let's not do the big goodbye shit, okay? There's nothing more to say. Just go.

Van, stand up and look at me.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

Can you tell your mum thanks for having me and sorry I didn't come through with

my part of the deal.

Yeah.

And your wedding.

I still want you to be my bridesmaid, I do.

Yeah, I don't.

I can't. Sorry.

I guess.

Are you going home?

I might go to Pauli Yanovich's place first.

Pauli the panel beater? Yeah.

Does he still have that?

Orange Monaro?

Yeah, and he dumped his girlfriend last week, so I thought I might go say good

day.

See you later, Pascal.

Be happy with Bruce.

Yeah.

Bye, Jessica.

To begin, when you came to speak to Detective Judd, what did you discuss

exactly?

I, um... I came to talk to Detective Judd about something I'd gotten into.

Something big.

And what was that?

God! Sorry?

I wanted Detective Judd to know that I had found the greater spirit.

So we talked about that there.

What else?

You talked about building a church.

Oh, and I talked about how I was going to build a church that didn't work out

good. And you talked about... Competing?

Painting. Come on, Sparky, concentrate. You've got to remember this.

Yeah, and we talked about my iconography.

Actually, do you fellas want me to do something on these walls?

Every plane, maybe a mural.

The renunciation of the devil.

Or nature and all her naked wonder.

Barry. Barry.

I want to ask about a fire in an accountant's office last year.

October 10th, a Tuesday.

Where were you that night?

October 10th.

Tuesday.

Oh! La Soiree de Margaret!

Sorry, what?

I remember because Tuesdays is half price of the movies.

La Soiree de Margaret.

It's a French film.

Really?

Tell me about it.

Well, the heroine is this French chick, Margaret.

She plays cello.

And her husband... Her husband's name is Rene. He's your classic existential

anti -hero. Oh, Christ, don't worry about it. He's tall and has a really big

nose.

Anyway. He doesn't really understand his wife's passions.

So she embarks on a string of increasingly masochistic affairs with

of the wind section.

The guy on the oboe.

Well, he's a real cunt to anchor us, old bastard.

Can we get that meal now? I know something happened.

I know your hands are dirty.

And your dodgy son only made her a time for him.

And you.

What's going on?

Nothing. I think he liked the sound of that movie.

But he's going to get it out on DVD.

Just getting a car with Loretta Sparky.

Is death row alright?

Yeah. It'll be fine. Don't worry.

Okay.

See you at home.

Yes.

That's a wall needs cheering up.

What about a mural? God, growing up through the trees. But a lemmy peeping

through. Interesting.

Sparky. Sparky, listen.

If you're going to stay here, you need to go and have that shower and no

painting on the walls, please.

He's staying here?

Mum promised if he came through with Hickey.

Pink. Spicy.

Sparky. God, he's as mean as ever.

Yep.

Took you so long. I thought you got a better offer.

You're here a lot for somebody who shouldn't be here.

It's okay.

He's no witness anymore.

Why not?

Because there's not going to be any trial.

What? I took the deal.

That's where I've been.

But hey, at least it's another 50 grand we won, O'Diz.

Yeah, but you didn't want to make a deal with them. And, you know, the murder

charge has gone away.

But Hickey hadn't.

But now he had.

Cops were backing out real fast once they started talking more harassment.

Missed use of police power.

Now, we can all get picked.

So you're going to start doing my ironing again?

Don't you push your luck.

Thank you.

For keeping my no -good son out of prison.

You're a good man.

Don't sound so surprised.

You lost a shitload of money.

You put aside your principles.

Principles be stuffed.

It's a matter of arse. What?

Arse.

Sexy arse. Ah.

Better I stay out of jail to spend more time with this arse that's a bloody

bargain, mate.

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