All language subtitles for Outrageous Fortune s03e10 These Feats So Crimeful

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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