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Thank you, Van.

Don't judge me the way that some people in your family do. What are you doing

here? I thought I said I didn't want to see you.

Oh, I know where I'm needed. Not here, you're not.

You're dead.

You're cool.

That's why he prefers hanging out with a dick.

Hey, you're a way hotter version of mum.

You are kicking me out. First you throw, and now me, is it? This is about what's

right. Oh, that's all right.

Joey, you deserve to put your feet up every once in a while.

You shouldn't have. You didn't.

You are a bloody hero.

There's a shag now, Christian.

Ask me to move.

Hey, I'm drunk.

People, I love you.

Right. Don't you fucking embarrass me.

Come on, Lloyd.

Look at him. He's tired.

He's tired!

Oh, no, what's happening?

Oh, no!

Oh,

what's happening?

He got him a good one. Oh, good night!

The other guy got him a good one.

Can anyone have a go? I'd be keen to pummel a bank manager.

Come on, white cotton thread!

last longer.

I'm going to get a beer.

I couldn't have done it without one back.

He's a great guy, isn't he? Thanks, love. You want another?

I've got legs.

I spotted him.

Hey, sweetheart.

Oh, one more, Ray.

Slowed his big night.

Ralph.

Don't worry about him, Mel.

Okay, so we've got this pizza in Moon Street tomorrow?

No. I thought it was a letterbox in McWanlon.

Oh, you make you double booked us.

And what's the thing in Hoteli Street?

Was that last week or this week?

Okay,

there's got to be an answer.

I'm going to take a piss.

Hey, how's that going to help?

Well, you know, I can't think.

Hey,

Van. Hey.

How's it? Good. Yeah, we're double booked. Yep, maybe even, um...

She's pretty good.

I feel better.

She bashed you. She bashed me.

Oh, that's okay, because you didn't bash her back.

No, of course not.

You did. You bashed her. What am I meant to do, man? She had her tongue in my

mouth. Oh, bro, you went into auto -bash. I couldn't think, man. I needed a

piss. That's not good, brother. No, no, because she's my dad's missus. Plus,

it's against the code.

Actually, he's not on the code. No, she was a client, and she's your old man's

mistress. The code is no rooting and no blowjob.

Do you think your old man would care? If he found out, you'd be in a whole heap

of fucking trouble. That's why we got the code in the first place.

I don't think I broke the code, man. I think you broke the code. If anyone

the fucking code, Cherie broke the fucking code. How could Cherie break the

if Cherie doesn't know about the code?

Fuck.

You've got to stay away from her, man.

Yeah, I know, because I don't want her...

Passing me up every time she thinks she can feel like it? Yeah. Is that even

right? No.

Talked to Cheryl last night?

Yeah. We chatted.

How's it? Good, yeah. Good.

That's it.

Does it matter?

I should have got that Lloyd Draper to knock some bloody sense into you. You

should have been banging around the women's toilets and said, well, how are

people? You mark my words, you don't do something, my bloody son will get his

hooks back in.

Yeah, thanks for that, Ted.

You apricot blouse.

Admit it, you want her back.

I don't have to admit anything.

Well, I know who you'll be thinking about over your hand shandy tonight.

What? When you're banging the bishop, wrestling the eel, joking the Johnson,

backing off. Oh, for fuck's sake, Ted.

You do do it, don't you?

No, piss off.

How long since you had a bloody good tug?

I don't want to talk about this.

How long?

Back her off.

All right, I will.

Good. Well, Christ, for that.

Yep, this is it, by 21 McConnell.

I thought they wanted us to put a new letterbox in. Well, maybe they don't

that one.

Pretty good to me, man.

Oh, the customer's always right. I'll get a new one you do to that one.

Okay.

That is the new, um, the new letterbox.

Well, I thought they wanted us to put the new one in. Yeah, well, it wasn't in

till yesterday.

Well, how'd it get there? Someone else did it. Who did it? Rob. Well, what'd

do it for?

Well, cos we didn't turn up last week. The lady, I reckon, she left four

messages. Well, I didn't get any messages.

Have you been checking them?

I lost the PIN number.

Well, we just lost a job.

Yeah, so she probably wanted us to fix this one. What the fuck?

Obviously,

Rob doesn't do a very good job, eh? Yeah.

Anyways, we're late. Morn Street. New fence. Come on.

Guess what, bro?

Same guy.

Rob? Yeah, from Rob's Jobs.

Jobs?

It's not funny, man.

He is robbing our jobs.

Yeah, true.

Only one thing to do, mate.

He's out of line, this Rob. Uh -huh.

What a stink name, Rob's Jobs.

Nah, it's a shit name, bro. Get it? A shit name.

Jobs.

Robby's Jobbies.

This is coming from the tool guys. What's wrong with that?

We're guys, we got tools.

And nothing to do with them, because someone keeps taking all your work.

Yeah, that's not on. Yeah, we've got to deal with this prick, man. You send him

a message, stay off our turf.

That's what we'll tell him. Yeah, come on. Except we don't have his phone

number. I think.

I cannot believe that you two can run your own business.

Or even wipe your own arses every morning.

We was getting heaps of work till Rob came along. Maybe he's following us.

industrial espionage, bro. Or maybe people just get sick of waiting for you

and hire someone else.

Tradesmen are never supposed to tune up when they say so. It's a strategy.

To lose jobs?

No, because if you're not busy, it means you're shit. And we're not shit,

because we're always busy.

Ah, which is why you'd be here right now.

We'll find this Rob one day, bro. Yeah, yeah, when we do find him, we're going

to take his job, stick him up his arsehole till it bleeds.

Well, you could start at 102 Shane Cotton Place. He'll be working there all

How'd you do that?

I locked him up on this thing called the...

Internet, where businesses advertise their services.

And I found that Rob has a phone, which is also how people sometimes get work.

So what, you just texted him? Yeah, and he called you straight back? Some people

are so down -reliable.

Well, maybe he's got a secretary.

Prick. What a deal -time, bro. He's playing dirty. Yeah, dirty like a poo.

Poo's just stinky and dirty. Yeah, it's dirty. Wow, Rob should be so scared of

you guys.

Yeah, too fucking right he should.

Since you and slutty pants called it quits, there hasn't been anyone else,

there? What exactly does it have to do with you? Thought as much.

Ted. We've established you haven't polished your piece in a while.

Ted. You've got a bad case of critical sperm build -up.

But don't worry.

I'm on to it.

Hey.

Not in a hands -on sort of way. You can learn your own throbber. See this prime

beaver here?

Been a good friend to me, this issue has.

So, come on then. No time like the present.

Oh, and you're just going to sit right there, are you? Nothing I haven't seen

before. I shared a cell with Spanky McPhee for a whole six months.

Dear, this is so much bullshit. I know a frustrated man when I see one. Got that

right.

Where are you going?

Out. You got any tissues?

Okay, enough is enough. I'm taking you for dinner.

What, now?

No, tomorrow.

Say seven, I'll pick you up. We'll go to the Great Western.

Won't it be booked?

It's not, so we're going.

And then what happens?

I thought we could have a couple of drinks, maybe some food. They do a great

steak. They do.

We can get a few things straight. You can apologize.

We might even skip dessert.

We head back here.

I take you to your room. I rip off all your clothes. Just one thing.

Mm -hmm?

That bit between the steak and the dessert.

What was that again?

That's where we sort the shit.

What about the bit where you say sorry?

What about that?

I don't have anything to say sorry for.

What about the lack of trust?

I was right about quite a lot of it, so I don't feel I ever need to say sorry.

Funny.

Neither do I.

Right.

So that's the note of the Great Western, then.

It's a thanks, but no.

Unless you want to reconsider.

There's one flat thing, bro.

Yeah, and how do you think he affords that, bro? Stealing other people's work.

Who's the chick?

Must be his secretary, man.

Huh? And she's hot.

She's getting us lunch for him.

See, Rob must be raking it in to be able to afford her.

Fucking prick!

He's got two secretaries. Yeah.

They're both hot.

G'day.

What's up?

We're looking for Rob.

Yeah? Yeah.

What do you want?

Rob, where is he?

Hi.

What do you want?

To talk to Rob, sweetheart.

She's not very bright.

Yeah, I'm Rob.

No, you're not.

Yeah, I am.

Rob's a guy's name, Blossie. Not when it's short for Rob Ben with a Y.

Yeah, but building is a guy's job.

Who did you say you were? Who did you say you were? I'm Sam.

Sam's a guy's name. Not when it's short for Samantha.

Dad's a chick's name. Yeah, look, we could play this game all day.

But who are you?

We're the tall guys.

Yeah,

we've heard about you.

You guys have got quite a rip.

Yeah? Yeah, for never turning up.

Anyway. It was really nice to meet you, but Smoko's about over, so if you

wouldn't mind leaving us to it.

A chick. A fucking chick. And there's two of them. Did you see her on that

Oh. How'd she learn to use that?

Oh. If we were getting our jobs stolen by guys, okay, I could deal with that.

You know, we could smack them. Yeah, but we can't smack a chick. So what are we

meant to do?

You could try getting off your sorry asses and going to your next job before

lose that as well.

Good plan.

What's the next job, bro? I'll check the diary.

Here, bro.

Oh, sweet.

Okay. What day is it?

Wednesday still.

Good old Wednesday.

Here's one.

Wednesday, Williston Street, fuck guttering.

We done that one, bro.

When? A few months back. Remember the lady gave us the tips?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, sweet.

Job? No, bro. A check from a job a few months ago.

And you haven't banked it yet?

Here's one. Here's one.

Darrow Street.

One o 'clock today.

Half hour late, bro. Sweet.

Ring them.

Why?

To tell them that you've been held up at another job, but that you're on your

way. I've got no credit.

So useless.

You're good at this.

Yeah, ah, g'day. It's Munter here from the Tool Guys. I'm just ringing to

you that we will... Eh?

Yeah, can I ask the name of the operation?

Yeah, OK. Thanks, mate.

She wrote this again?

Get this.

She gives quotes.

She gives quotes.

Do you guys not give quotes?

Well, we give estimates.

You give a quote, you've got to stick to it.

Quotes.

Sly bitches.

I wonder what Cheryl's doing.

Why don't you go and ask her?

I'm sure she'd rather see you.

I went round and saw her this morning.

Finally. Did you give her one?

No, because we have things to talk about in our relationship, and believe it or

not, there's more to life than shagging.

Jesus, you have got it bad.

Critical sperm build -up can do terrible things to a man. Aggression, behaving

like a pansy, I saw a lot of it in the can. Back off, Ted. I could pick up some

films for you. Do you have a preference?

Girl on girl?

Front door? Back door? I said back off, Ted.

I think I might flag that copy.

These slappers are brazenly stealing your work. Casey, they give quotes.

Who the hell do they think they are?

They've got a flash as van, dude.

Need a good slap if you ask me.

Yeah, but we can't slap them because they're chicks.

No, but I can.

I can take them. Take them both at the same fucking time. They might be butch

lesbians, but I can do it. Are they lesbians?

I don't think they're lesbians. They're builders, man.

Everyone knows chicks who build a dyke.

Just like chicks who play cricket. Or grow their own room here. They don't

like lesbians.

They're a lesbians band.

They're kind of hot. Yeah.

Kinda.

I'll take them.

Nah, man.

Okay, you got a better idea?

Well, we could talk to them.

Talk to who? The Dyke Builders?

Yeah, I could go up to them and I'll go, Hey, you guys, we're here first, so

fuck off, you... You know? But nicer, because they're dead.

Chicks. Bro, that's a great idea for you. Except we don't know where to find

them. Oh, shit.

Well, you could come to my office tomorrow morning.

Eh? I'm getting them to put up some shelves for me. What? You hide them and

us? Well, they gave me a quote, and it was really reasonable.

Oh.

Judith! Yeah.

Judith. And you're a traitor.

Lizzo.

Don't forget who you see.

You're going to go somewhere else these days.

What do you want about?

Have you got yourself one of those buzzing machines?

Pardon? I'm just trying to figure out why you're still holding out on porking.

None of your business.

Just say you're sorry and get on with it before something bursts.

I'm not going to say sorry to Wayne, because I've got nothing to be sorry

You will be, when he's run testy down because the build -up made it drop off.

Are you letting that other bastard back in?

What the fuck are you on about now?

You know exactly who I mean.

I saw him eyeballing you at the boxing.

You mean your son.

My former son.

I'm interested in Wayne. I'm interested in Wolf. I'm certainly not interested in

your fucking opinion.

So that's your last word, is it? Yep.

Don't say you weren't, Wolf.

Time for a new approach, my lad. Forget Cheryl and find yourself another bird.

Ted, it's too early in the morning for this sort of shit. Listen, you're not a

bad -looking bloke, and a lot of ladies like a touch of the tarp brush.

So I think we could find you someone.

Sure, Ted.

Good. Agreed.

Hi.

We're here for the Buddha bitches.

And you're about three hours too late.

How did they get there so fast?

Because they started at 7 .30.

In the morning?

Yeah, it's when most tradespeople do start.

Man, did you tell them we want to talk to them?

And admit to actually knowing you?

Workmanship's not too bad. Well, the workwoman... Oh, whatever.

Great. How are we going to find them now, dork?

Well, you could go to the Rusty Nail at 12 o 'clock. I told them I'd buy them

lunch to say thanks for doing such a great job.

How come no one buys us lunch when we finish the job?

Bro, the point is we know where they're going to be.

Okay, we should head there now so we're there on time.

Come on.

What about the German territory?

Oh, no, no, no. We don't want to risk missing them again. Come on, let's go.

Okay.

Bye.

Okay, so we lay it out, right?

Reasonable.

And then they should piss off.

That's the plan.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Hey, Sam.

And they're early.

How come they keep doing that?

Lots of clothes.

What are you? Jobby Gills.

Oh, great. It's the tools.

Yeah, um, we just want to talk to you about the code.

Building code?

No, actually, another code where handymen don't steal other handymen's

right? Or handywomen. We don't. Yeah?

Yeah. Okay, cool. So, no one steals any more of anyone's work, and we're all

sweet. We don't steal your work.

We answer the phone, give quotes, take the jobs that we're offered. Yeah,

because you're too bloody slack.

But that's our work you're taking.

No. May the best man win.

Well, then that would be us, because you're not men.

You're lezzos.

What did you say?

You heard.

Carpet muncher.

All right, back off, toolhead.

Hey, you can't shove me. Oh, why not?

Because I can't shove you back. Because even though you're lezzers, you're still

a chick, and I don't shove chicks. That's another code I got. Oh, well,

you should spend less time making up codes and more time actually working.

you should shut the fuck up. Maybe you should sit on that.

Hey. Hey.

Come on, call it. Okay, requesting permission to amend the code on smacking

chicks, bro. No, no, no. I don't think that's a very good idea, man. And we've

got to be a little bit... You kinky bitch dyke. Fuck's sake. Oh, come on,

Call it. Wait. Hey, calling time here. Fuck you. Fucking bitches.

Top work, guys. Great negotiation.

Yeah, well, what were we supposed to do, eh? Those sneaky mingers are going to

put us out of business.

Yeah, they probably will.

Look, we don't need your shit right now, OK? No, what you need is someone who

actually knows what's going on, someone who knows what day it is.

Yeah, we know that. Yeah, Wednesday.

Oh, nice work. No, I'm talking messaging, schedules, invoicing,

You mean you.

Well, it's certainly not you.

You'd just rip us off, though.

No, I wouldn't. I would pay you a fair wage, and I will even throw in lunch.

Nachos? It could work really well. The tall guys can be a sister business to my

cleaning company. Look, we're not a sister anything, alright?

And you can't buy us with lesbian leftovers.

We didn't touch them, Mum.

Fine.

I'll take them all then.

Yum.

Hey!

They were good nachos! Look, man, we've got a whole firm, bro.

We're the tall guys, man, and nowhere near the dimensioning chicks.

Alright? We'll work this out ourselves.

G'day. Hi.

Grandpa, did you need a meat or something?

No.

Well, you said it was an important health problem and you might need a

Is something wrong?

No, no, nothing.

Well, what was that thing you needed help with?

Nothing. It's nothing that, you know, I can't handle myself.

I mean, you know, thanks anyway, but we're good.

Look, I have heaps of experience helping older men with a health issue.

Yeah, but don't worry. It's just a misunderstanding and I'll clear it up.

You'd pimp out your own granddaughter.

I was doing no such bloody thing. You weren't going to pay for it.

Hardly pimping when you're not. She's Cyril's daughter.

Better take study pants where it hurts.

Younger, more attractive version. And she's a widow. They're always gagging

it in my experience.

I'm going to forget that this ever happened.

Fair enough. Always other options.

I don't want other bloody options.

Rightio. We'll leave it for now.

Plan A is an amendment to the code that allows the smacking of chicks.

But only if they're lezzo builders.

Man, I don't know.

Why do you want these chicks to take advantage of us?

Hey, Van.

Come on.

Don't go there, man.

Just ordered you guys some beers.

What do I do now?

Going to get the beam, but come straight back, OK? You've got to come straight

back, OK? And remember the code.

Good luck.

Cheers.

Thank you. Hey, I'm a bit embarrassed about the other night.

Are we OK?

Yeah. Yeah, sweet as.

How's the house going? Yeah, all right.

But Wolf's busy, so I'm there on my own.

Yeah, that's not good.

You can come by and visit, if you want in.

Later.

Um... Later.

No, I think, um... Oh, shit.

I'd better get that, cos we're working.

Hey, thanks for the visit. OK.

Yep.

Rob here.

I got your number from Loretta.

OK.

Yeah, all right.

That sounds good.

Let me give you a call back later about that, okay?

Sweet. All right.

Yep.

Who was that?

Just one who had a job, eh?

That's good, because I've got a plan B, okay?

We get out there, we do what we're good at, and we forget about those blitzers.

Sweet.

Yeah.

90s. I've fixed your worries.

My only worry is a sick old bugger. Over there was Nancy and Joy, and I can't

remember the name of the larger one, and Diane.

Despot is.

They're all gagging for it.

Where did that come from?

I put a few posters up there on the TAB.

Jeez, you did what?

Blaming what worked.

Spoiled the choice.

Fucking block off.

Oh, you won't feel that way after you've had your end of waivers, Diane.

She'd be my pick.

Yeah, well, beer all yours.

Hey, you're not going already?

Yes, actually, I am.

Hold on, don't be so hasty.

If I don't get to meet him, I want my money back.

You took money? Yeah, 50 bucks.

And I bought him two drinks. It's a rip -off.

Give us our money back. You've got a gawp. That's worth 50. I want my dosh

now.

Shut her up!

Get out of here. Get him, bloody robber.

Hey, hey, everybody just calm down.

Muck tees.

Oh, fucking hell.

I just thought we should get together and talk it out without the other guys.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, Sam's great, but... Yeah, me too.

I'm kind of the one who runs things.

Oh, yeah, me too.

Yeah.

Do you like fish and chips?

Yep.

Awesome.

Actually,

before we get started...

Spliff?

It's all a bit of a misunderstanding.

Which is how you came to assault that lady?

She was the one doing the damage, believe me.

Right. I don't think this is the kind of thing that would be helped by laying

charges.

Don't do paperwork if you don't have to.

Didn't you say that?

You don't recognise me, do you?

Uh, Chloe.

Zoe. I was a new PC when you were DF.

Oh, Zoe. Right, sorry.

Bit distracted.

Yeah. So, uh, you made detective. Good on you.

And I don't think you need to charge Mr West either.

Thank you very much, officer.

You could always buy me a drink later?

You can say no.

No?

No, I mean yes.

Yeah, I mean yes.

It's good, thanks.

You back on that horse, my boy?

It's a drink with a former colleague, that's all.

Yeah, I mean, it's a lot back there. It's just a drink.

That's all. I know women and most of them want the same thing, a bloody good

rotary.

Do you want me to come along?

No, thanks.

I think you've done enough damage for one day.

Turned out all right in the end.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have met her.

Get it up. Get in.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

So, I've just come round to tell you that the little Rob situation,

I'm sorted.

You smacked the lesbian!

No, no, I just, I went round to Rob's place and did some negotiating.

Where's your shit weed?

Fuck, he's got lungs like a boy.

What did he do on this?

You had a smoke with her?

Yeah, man.

She's a pretty cool chick, Barry.

For a lesbian?

No, no.

She's not a lesbian.

No, she's not a lesbian.

But that wasn't the plan. We were smacking them or ignoring them, not

around and rooting them. But that wasn't much of a plan, bro. It was the plan

you agreed to. Hey, you betrayed Munter.

No, I didn't. Yes, you did. You went behind his back and you rooted the

No, I just got her to agree to some stuff.

Like what?

Well, like they're going to pass on work to us if they haven't got time to do

it. And they're going to stay off our turf.

What's our turf?

Okay, well, they get...

Green Bay, French Bay, Blockhouse Bay, Wood Bay,

Glen Eden, Oratea. Yeah, what do we get?

Oh, nothing really. Only Rānui.

The whole of fucking Rānui is ours, bro.

What about the fact we've never done any jobs in Rānui then? Because no one in

Rānui can afford to pay us.

No, but they're going to pass work on to us.

Can you believe that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She was straight up. Yeah, for a lesbian.

For a sneaky lesbian. You got played, babe.

No, I sort of, I sort of did that.

And what about the code, bro?

What? The code we have about our business and how we conduct ourselves.

Well, she's not a client.

Now look for this.

Baby, this is between me and Ben. Hey, don't talk to me about the code, okay?

Just, you don't talk to me about that.

No, because I'm not going with this.

Because we're supposed to be partners.

And you don't say what goes.

All you were doing is getting aggro and calling people lesbians when they're

not, man. And all you wanted was a route, that's all.

Because you're all hot for a place you can't go. I am not. Am too. And look

where it got us. Fucking Ranui.

Well, I don't go with that.

Fine, don't go with it. Well, then you don't go nowhere because I'm the one

the van. Guys, don't do this.

No, this is a breach of trust and he can leave my house. Hey, it's my house too.

He can still leave.

So, you're quite the celebrity around the police bar there for a while.

Bunch of old gossips. Don't I know it.

Right, so what's the goss on you?

Oh, well, just to get them going.

Oh, shit.

What? Nothing.

We don't have to be here, Cher.

It's safe. Grab that booth, though, before someone else gets it.

Get drinks.

I've just got drinks. No, get more drinks. Serious drinks.

You don't have to be here if you don't want. For God's sake, Wayne can do what

he wants.

So you're okay with this, then?

He's a free agent.

Well, I guess if you wanted him, you'd have him back by now, eh?

She's very young.

Chell, stop staring.

G'day. Hi. Hey, who's your girlfriend, then?

She's just an old colleague from work.

Great. Have a good time.

Yeah, you too.

I'll colleague my date home.

Just as well you're over him then.

Is Ronan always so bad?

What do you think, Van?

I like Ronan.

Except now you're a guy with no van, no tools, and no partner.

I was just trying to make things better.

Yeah, well, no good deed goes unpunished.

But you know what you could do?

You could take over.

And with the right management... You.

Then you've got a really viable business. If you'd just got your shit

together... Yeah, but... It wouldn't be the same without months.

You know?

He likes plumbing.

He likes fences.

It's a...

We started the whole thing together, you know. Yeah, all right, fine. Go on, cut

some make -up then.

Don't make it sound gay.

Whatever.

All right, I'm going.

Let's see, where would I find them?

See, Van, this is where a schedule would be really useful.

We've got one.

Awesome.

What day is it?

The day after Wednesday.

Thursday.

Thursday, the 16th. Mince and cheese pie, Imogen.

Mince and cheese is part of the wrap event.

Duh.

Imogen.

Shit! Mom! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Mom! Dude, I'm on the job here! Pull out! Pull out!

Oh, no.

Problem?

I'll see you later.

Um... Can I get a lift?

Was she a screamer?

I wouldn't know.

Made a couple of drinks.

Went home.

Separately.

You had a nice little filly right there and you let her go?

What about you and my silly? Remember her?

Biv.

She must be back from overseas now, through love and all that.

You believe in that crap, you get hurt.

Yep. We're in the same boat, you and me. No, Ted, we're not.

You're right about that. Good.

Finally. I'm not suffering from critical build -up.

How am I supposed to know which house it is? It was ages ago.

At a gif, I'd say it's the one with Montez Van in the driveway.

Oh, shit. He is here.

Van, what's going on?

Oh, nothing.

Nah. Bullshit.

No, no, it's just guy stuff. Yeah, tall guy stuff, not chick stuff.

Thanks for the lift, but can you just go away?

Oh, fine.

You're on great shit.

Yeah, good, but fuck off.

Jesus Christ, man, what are you doing?

Ben!

Yeah?

Get up.

It was a job, okay, bro? Look at the fucking coat, huh? No rooting, not even

pashing. You said that.

Yeah, it was Imogen, man. She trapped me.

How? Well, she'd call me, tell me to come over, fix a leaky tab and then turn

and... So this is like a regular thing? Yeah.

Not every week and every time. I tell her it's the last time. Bro, what about

Casey, huh?

Hey. It's got nothing to do with Casey, all right? Of course it does, man. I

thought you were all good and married and in love. I love Casey more than you

need to. What are you doing this shit for?

Well, we're outside of us.

That's all. Like a job.

This isn't our job, man!

Not when we're on the job!

You said that!

You said that, bro!

Jesus, man!

What are you fucking doing?

Fuck.

I wasn't allowed to pass anyone.

And you got all fucking passionate about the Rob thing when I was just trying to

sort shit out for us, man.

I feel shit about this, all right. Well, you shouldn't have to stop doing it. I

will, man, I will.

And I don't want us to break up over Rob and his stupid jobs, okay?

Really? Yeah, of course.

So were you getting paid to do your little jobs with Imogen? That's not the

fucking point, V. Yeah, well, you weren't splitting any of the cash with

Fair point.

At least from where I'm sitting.

Shit. What the hell are you doing in here?

Well, I knew something was up, but I had no idea it was this juicy.

So, here's my offer.

I will take over your business.

As if we fucking wouldn't. You will work to my direction, and you will be paid

fairly by me.

And in return, I will make you both professional and profitable, which,

honest, will be an achievement in itself.

So what do you say?

She does know about this kind of thing.

She'll rip us off, bud.

Yeah, probably.

So we tell her to get stuffed.

Oh, did I? forget to mention that one of my management terms would be to not

mention anything that I heard today to Casey?

Though I could at any time.

She does know about business.

Yep.

You should go to deal. Cool.

Now you guys are my bitches.

Joke, joke.

If you're here to tell me about your new girlfriend, then note.

I don't have a girlfriend.

You don't? No. And who do you think I want to be with?

You can't argue, right?

No.

But I thought you and Van... There is never no me and Van B. Yeah, but I don't

get this.

You try to tow butch lesbians, but one mean lesbian.

Loretta has organisational skills. That's what we need.

She will try to rip you off. You do know that.

Let's see.

You know I really love you, eh, babe?

Of course I do.

What's up?

Nothing, I just... Just over talking about work, that's all.

I love you too.

Okay. Um... Hey, look, I just... I just come over to say, uh, that, uh, we don't

want to run, do we? Okay?

Okay. Yeah, because, um, me and Muntz, we're actually going to get, uh, we're

going to get more professional and organized and shit.

Good to hear.

Yeah. So, and, um, part of being organized and professional is, uh,

I'm not allowed to... I'm not allowed to see you anymore.

Oh.

You know.

That's a real shame, cos you and me had some real fun the other night.

Yeah, it was joyous.

Except for you getting up early for that job.

No, at least not tomorrow.

Yeah, no, but I kind of... I made a deal with... Auto -pilot.

I've got to...

The deal I made with my mate. You do, you totally do. Yep.

And tomorrow.

Wow, you didn't even have to buy me a steak.

Maybe next time.

When we get that apology the other way.

You go first.

But I don't have anything to apologise for.

Neither do I.

Oh, shame.

Looks like we won't be doing that again.

Shame.

But just so you know, here's what you can miss out on.

Ted.

Build -up crisis over.

So then?

I knew you'd thank me in the end.

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