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You're leaving.

Well, you did say, you know, work out what was right for me. Yeah, but I

say bloody leave her. She knows how much I need Casey.

And then she goes and bloody shafts me, my own daughter.

I've had this huge realisation, which is that I don't need her approval anymore.

You need to find someone that's really good at knocking. Because I am really,

really shit at it, all right? So I quit. And there's nothing you can do about

it. Casey and Munter.

Busted with a truckload of weed.

That arsehole cop? You know, the one who nicked your sister and screwed it up?

He said all he had to do was follow me long enough and he'd nick me for

something. It's up to me when and if you walk away. So quit fucking around and

get me something. You'll get muds off, right?

Well, I can't help anyone, Van, so you help me.

What you doing, sweet chick?

Thinking.

Driving.

Looks painful, darling.

Yeah, I need an idea.

A big one.

Oh, I'd like to pick one myself.

What's this one made of?

From my mate Munter.

Yeah, I made it all myself. I kept the stuff that I bought. But, you know, I

didn't want you to worry or even think about lawyers or paying for lawyers or

court or jail.

Yeah, I wasn't thinking about it until now.

Oh, shush.

Lawyers? God, they charge for it.

Straight through here and into the right.

I do know one that gives a healthy discount for blowjob.

I'm not going to do that anymore.

I could.

No, no, no. I need something big.

Ask Tricky Nicky. He always has something up his sleeve.

Yeah, I already did that.

I'd like to help.

Could get him in on driving the girls.

No. I was kind of thinking of something quite big, quite major.

I don't have anything like that right now.

If you come up with anything, let me know. Do you want me to think of

I need a great big fuck -off idea, you know? Something that everyone wants. No,

wait. Just in here.

Well, you keep thinking.

I'd better have a soul.

Here's my dougie now.

Like clockwork every Thursday.

I can't see him.

That's his big rig there, doll.

Well, one of them.

Toodles. See ya.

Me too.

I thought Julia was your new best mate.

Actually, she's a cow, and so are all her friends.

What about the three grand worth of pre -orders?

Yeah, about that.

What? Didn't they want them?

Oh, they took them, all right.

Walked out the door and left Julia to settle the bill. Then she couldn't find

her checkbook, and we got into a row.

So they ran off with the stuff?

Yeah, it's like we were dumb westies, and they were so clever ripping us off,

then their handbag of a dog tried to bite me. Shit.

I'm so, so sorry, Cheryl.

What? Is there a hairy mosquito in our bathroom?

I did get... Oh, good.

Did you nick their dog?

Well, it followed me to the car, so, yeah.

You sneaky cow.

Sometimes it is a pleasure to be a bitch.

It's expensive, and everyone needs it, so even if we cut it by half, we'll

make shitloads, bro.

Petrol.

I'm sorry, mate, but I haven't got time to go around siphoning in the car park

at Linnemore. No, no, no, no. It's in a tanker.

Oh, and you just happen to know where there's a full petrol tanker handily

around here.

Matter of fact, Nicky, I do.

You see, Dougie stops off on his way from Whangarei to Hamilton every

night, right?

Now, Angel reckons he always goes the full hour, and his tanker is just

there, man, full of petrol.

Huh?

It's just sitting there, man. It's not going to be nicked. No, I like it.

You do?

I do.

Yes, cool. You know how much he's carrying?

Approximately heaps. 40 ,000 litres. It certainly could be. Yeah, well, that's

how much you get in a milk tanker. Do you think we should sell milk?

I drove him for a bit back in the bay.

I'd love to do that, eh?

That'd be a choice, man. I've driven diggers myself. Even knocking a dollar

the price.

I guess there's almost a 50k score.

All we've got to do is find a place to transfer and a way to flip the juice.

Choice. Not the van, it's genius.

It's pure fucking genius.

He wants to steal a petrol tanker?

Yeah. Is he stupid?

Eh? Well, say he manages to pull it off, then what?

Like, fasten it into cans and sell it out the back of the pub?

Dumbest idea I've ever heard.

Yeah, well, Nicky said it was genius, actually.

Anyway, it's not important whose idea it was.

The point is, you can bust him.

That means I've done my bit, and you can get my turn off.

You're not out of this till that bastard's cord and charge, which you can

with this.

I mean, uh... Fucking genius.

I need details.

Date, time, place.

I'm gonna get back to you on that.

Sure.

And hey, this can't come back on me, right?

What?

Sure, Van.

Good.

And it is genius, eh?

You know, this is Cheryl West for Julia.

Yeah, hey, can you tell her it's about a dog?

What is that?

It's a butt ugly.

How'd it get here?

Dog napper. There's a ransom.

Yeah, hey, Julia.

Yeah, there has been a misunderstanding.

Yeah, we do have your dog. Jumped in the back of Cherie's car and she didn't

notice. Because she was so upset about the non -payment for all those goods

you'd ordered.

Right, fine.

But we'll need payment this morning.

Cash will be good.

Yeah, because, you know, we'd hate to lose little Trixie Fixie, whatever it's

called again.

Or have to take her to the pound with all those big horny mongrels around.

Yeah. Okay, cool.

Thanks, bye.

Bitch. Total slag.

So it's all on. Any crap, we'll slap her.

Had to be on the wrong side of you two women.

Nice one, Cher.

There is some seriously weird shit going on here.

Yeah, and getting dressed.

Cherie and Mum just went the high five. Now, quite apart from the fact that

there is never, ever any excuse for a high five, ever.

What is up with that?

I don't know. Maybe they've got stuff in common.

Um, pregnancy must be rotting Mum's brain.

Yeah, well, she seems fine to me. You know, normal.

What, do you call buddying up with Sheree normal? She's hardly buddying up.

Wayne, it's not right. It has to be stopped.

Relax. It won't last long.

Do you think so?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, Sheree is the flapper from hell.

Yeah, and your mum fights with everyone, so they'll be scrapping again in a

couple of minutes.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Of course you're right.

So can you piss off?

Can you shut the door?

Hey, Nicky.

Hey. Hey.

Uh, I thought we should, you know, talk through the plan.

Not yet.

Yeah, but I do kind of need to know, man, because I did come up with it.

I'll take care of logistics.

All you need to do, try the tanker to be agreed on that. Me?

Yeah, I thought you wanted to.

Because it won't work.

Because... Because?

Well, because if I take the tanker...

Then Doug will know it was me because he'll come out and it'll be gone and so

will I.

Yeah.

So I've got to stay.

Pretend to be asleep.

Then I wake up and I'm like, oh, Dougie. Oh, fuck.

Your tank is all gone.

Okay. Here.

We do need someone we can trust.

You could do it.

I mean, you've done it before.

True. Yeah.

Oh, nice. So this Thursday, where are we going to take it?

Like I said, leave it to me. Okay.

I do know this warehouse down the end of Don Binney Drive. It's been empty for

ages.

Yeah? Yeah. You can check it out if you don't believe me.

Why wouldn't I believe you?

I don't know.

No reason.

You know what, then?

No.

Well, you proved yourself on this one.

Yes, ma 'am.

Oh, fuck, that was satisfying. The look on her face.

I loved it when the dog crapped on the carpet.

I think the kick helped.

Here is to bitch power.

Yeah, and that's the last time we do any pre -orders without an upfront payment,

right? There's a mobile there. What's my famous bugger?

Shit, I must get on to that.

Let me do it.

Oh, that looks good. I'm always so bloody hungry.

Me too, but God, it's a heartburn.

Yeah, well, that eases up, you know, once they drop.

I wish I would hurry up and do it.

Oh, shit, it's mum.

Do you want to go?

No.

Hi, Sri.

Hi.

Hi.

So, how are things?

Great.

I'm sorry about Manta.

We're trying not to mention that.

Yeah, well, I'm just saying, okay? Well, we're...

You always do something.

It's your birthday!

Oh, next week, but I don't really want anyone to make a big deal out of it,

though pretty much everyone forgot last year.

I never forget your birthday.

Well, I'm too busy anyway to think about it. And I'm not expecting a present

from you, even make -up or jewellery, but nothing cast.

Because we're not really speaking.

Shit.

She always gets so wound up on her birthday.

You know, on her sixth birthday, she got so excited, she weed all over the

magician.

It was just doing card tricks, you know, but still.

No point in getting sentimental about it, I guess.

You're still your kid.

Yeah, maybe.

Tell me.

If you think this is a stupid idea.

Oh, no, not stupid. It's fine with me.

I'm thinking of promoting Cherie.

What? How?

Oh, general manager or something. Give her more involvement in the company.

What, are you for real?

Well, I know I haven't been her number one fan. Any kind of fan.

Yeah, but she's been our top salesperson for ages.

And she's, she's motivated.

She shows initiative.

feels dark.

Good on her for that.

Why wasn't she leaving to have twins soon?

Yeah, well, she's had this thought about setting up a childcare facility in the

next door unit and with Jane and twins and then Michelle too and

not to mention that little friend here.

Right. It's not a bad idea.

She's sharp.

Yeah, she's got the record to prove that.

Well, if I held that against her, it would rule out half the people I know.

She's a thief.

She just did some shoplifting.

I house a lot of appliances.

She's hormonal.

So are you, obviously.

I was just thinking about it.

People are good to me.

I can return the favour.

Do you mind?

Some of us are trying to eat here.

So? So we don't need a porn display at breakfast.

Speak for yourself.

So stop stretch marks.

Terrible thing, stretch marks. You carry on, love.

Jesus Christ.

Oi, what do you think you're doing?

Excuse me?

Oh, they're not going to walk themselves to the kitchen, are they?

Uh, no, but if you're not careful, they might throw themselves at you.

Clear your dishes, Loretta. You're not a child.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Not your slave.

And neither is your mother.

And when was the last time you cooked a meal in this house?

What's going on?

If you don't mind, I'd put five bucks on the pregnant one.

Just having a gentle word with Loretta about not leaving her dishes on the

table. Fair enough.

What? That time you pulled your weight.

You can sort this lot out before you head out the door.

Good idea.

Go on. Not going to put them sour.

So much for your falling out theory. They are turning into this...

two -headed, double -bellied monster?

Yeah, yeah, maybe.

Do you agree? Are you on my side now?

Well, your mum's thinking about giving Stree more responsibility in the

business. She's insane.

The Greekans are evil and conniving and grasping. Yeah, that's not how your mum

sees it.

Yeah, well, you have to make her see. What, me?

Yeah, she listens to you.

Sometimes.

Well, if a string of dishonesty offences don't bother her, what am I meant to

say? Tell her that she is piggy -brained and totally mental.

Oh, yeah.

That'll really work.

Wayne, are you giving up on this? In my experience, if you nail someone for a

crime, it just means they got away with five others.

Like what?

I don't know. You mean that she's been done for fraud, but actually, she's an

-murderer? It's an overstatement and not supported by the facts.

We'll find some facts.

You're a detective, get detecting.

I'm a wee bit busy.

Wayne, how can you say that? The mother of your child is at risk here. And this

is all because you care about Cheryl?

Anything that gets rid of that skanky hobag works for me.

I'll give you a round.

But no promises.

Hey, so what have you organised for your birthday?

Oh, nothing.

Why not?

Well, I just don't think it would be very appropriate when I'm so happy and

life is amazing but other people are suffering.

Uh -huh.

I would have kept it for a quiet dinner.

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

See ya.

Bye, babe.

Quiet dinner.

What's wrong with that?

Throw the girl a party, Nicky.

Why? Because she loves him.

And because it's the sort of thing that brings families together.

Except her mother hates me.

Me and Cheryl have been getting on okay -ish.

I think that's something we should work on, don't you?

More togetherness.

I'm not big on parties.

I'll set it up. All you need to do is get her there.

If you say so.

I do.

So we have it here, and then she comes along and...

Oh, come on, you know you want to. What are you talking about?

The trad party for Patsy.

You're not serious.

You can't stay mad at her forever, Cheryl, and we're doing fine at Hootchy

without Casey.

Yeah, I guess.

No, you don't. I'm sorry, what has this got to do with you? Um, she's my sister

and she's also a traitor, Mum, on with her creepy brother, so stay mad.

Did you enjoy being excommunicated?

Although you did deserve it. This isn't about me, Cherie.

No, exactly.

So, we on?

Mum, both parties are really lame. Well, Pascal loves surprises.

Yeah, only because she's also really lame and she probably wouldn't even

I'll get her there. No problem.

OK.

You won't regret this show.

Maybe.

Sounds good.

Good.

I mean, uh, the plan.

You don't have to whisper.

No, I don't. Well, did you check out the warehouse?

Why?

Well, because the tank is pretty big.

You know, if we're going to put all the petrol into cans... I'm not doing that.

Hmm.

How are we going to get rid of it?

Let me tell you something, Van. Mm -hmm?

The more people who know about a plan, the more there's trouble.

Is there?

People talk then. They can't help themselves. Yeah. Yeah, so need to know

I operate.

Right.

The warehouse.

That was a good idea.

Should be an easy run down from Mahamada to Don Benny Drive.

Well, I wouldn't go that way.

Why not?

Oh, because there's roadworks on there, you might have.

Yeah, me and Munts, we always go down to Cuban Island.

Yeah. Thanks, Finn.

No worries.

Anything else?

No. Go home. Stop fretting. OK.

Did you have to call me here?

You were going to get back to me.

You were up in the bog, man.

Time, date, details.

I don't know how he's getting rid of the juice, all right? He won't tell me. I

don't care, then.

I don't think he's cold.

If I can pick him up before that, it won't matter, will it?

Is he still driving the truck from the motel?

Yes. Time?

8 .15, 8 .30.

Place?

Warehouse down the end of Dunbinnie.

Oh, he'll head down to Hemara.

No, I told him to go down to Kevin Island because of the roadworks.

Hemara's faster.

No, you're talking about your bum hole, mate. Well, that's the way I'd go.

Hello? Who's lived here longer?

And anyway, he's not going that way, so... Fine.

I can work with that.

So... So, we're doing this?

Yeah, of course we are.

We're on.

I just said that.

Good beer, eh? Yeah, every beer's a good beer when it's a beer not having in

jail. You're not going to jail, man. Yeah, right.

You're not.

Look, no offence, bro, but you don't know shit.

There's no way I'm getting off this charge.

Your court case isn't for ages, right?

Mm -hm. Yeah, well, maybe the cops will, like, change their minds.

Eh? Yeah. Or they could change the charges to, like, personal use. A pound

empty. You can't smoke a lot of weed, brother. True that.

Yeah.

But it ain't gonna happen.

Listen to me, bro.

I've got a really good feeling about this.

Okay?

Real good.

So do me a favor.

Just drink your beer and chill out.

For me, man.

Cheers, bro. Yeah.

What should we do for Pascal's birthday?

Um... I don't know. Check stuff?

Can you grab a slab for Thursday?

Thursday? Yeah, it's a party. We'll need beer.

And bubbles.

On Thursday?

Is Nicky going to be there?

Yeah. What do you think?

Thursday's a shit month for our party.

People have got work the next day, you know, so they don't go hard. We can just

change it to, like, Friday or Saturday, eh?

Oh, it's already set up.

But I've got work on Thursday.

Ben, it's just one night. You can sort it.

This screws everything, man.

Everything! What a...

fucking first girl to be born on a Thursday, huh? No dramas. We changed the

It's her birthday, Nicky.

It's her birthday. Of the job.

Doug comes every Thursday, right? You can't just make that Wednesday. Every

Thursday, Van.

Exactly, Nicky. So instead of doing it this Thursday, we do it next.

Yes.

That could work. See?

No dramas.

So we're good. We're good.

Yes, next week.

Jesus, Van!

There's a job still happening. It's just a week later.

OK. Hey.

Not going to be too obvious, eh?

We'll set up random breath testing on Kevin Island Road.

Then we get a report of a missing petrol tanker. That was quite clever.

Gee, thank you, Van.

No steak and cheese, bro, just mint and cheese. Got to go.

Yum. Mint and cheese.

Yum, yum, yum.

Where?

On the plane.

Ah, no one.

Ooh. Okay, so how are we going with Operation Skanky Ho Bag?

I've got a meeting.

But I'm your client.

To be my client, you would actually have to pay me.

Wayne, sometimes I seriously question your commitment.

Garth Lode in 1998. Why should I care about this?

Because that's the guy Cherie married in 98.

Cherie's married?

Yeah, it's not a crime, you know. Cherie married a guy called Garth? Yeah, it's

not a crime either.

Well, it should be. So, did they get divorced?

There's no record of it.

So, he might be seriously pissed off that she hooked up with Dad, then Van,

is now knocked up with twins.

Or they might have split up and he don't give a shit. Well, we should contact

him to let him know where she is in case he's worried or in case he wants her

back. You're all hard, aren't you?

Have you found him?

No, not yet.

Okay, well, get on to it.

Keep me posted.

What do you think?

Cool.

I nearly creamed myself when I saw them in the shop.

I'm saving these for Thursday.

Why? Well, Dougie's a shoe man.

Oh, and I've invited one of my girlfriends, Desiree.

She likes shoes too.

I wanted to make it special.

Well, it is since last night.

What? I know, it sucks.

Quite fond of Dougie. Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

Why is it as last night? He's been changed to the Northland run, so he

passing through anymore.

Some lucky bitch in Kirikiri's in for some fun.

Oh, fuck.

I know how you feel, Toll.

Nothing to think, sweetie.

A problem with Thursday.

It's next week. You already told me. No.

Job's not happening anymore.

Why the hell not?

It's the petrol tanker guy's last visit and it's the same night as Pascal's

party. So?

She's my sister.

Back this up.

So Nicky would call the whole thing off for your sister's birthday?

Yeah, well, she's my sister, see, but she's also Nicky's girlfriend.

Cherie... You think I give a shit about any of this?

You don't know my sister, man. She's really big on birthdays and Cherie, man.

That's great.

Yeah, you enjoy the party, man.

Really? Yeah, go for your life. Get hammered. Do what you want.

But it's not much help to your mate, Munter, is it?

Okay, there's no need to be all fucking mean about it. Oh, what do you expect?

Sympathy? What else am I meant to do here, man?

Maybe we should all sit on our arses and wait for Nicky to come up with another

idea. Yeah, but this idea was genius.

Enjoy the party, man.

So we have to cancel Pascal's party. I don't see why.

I told you, Nicky.

Why?

It's his last night and we can't be in good places at once, man. The job's not

going to take all night. We nick off for an hour or so, deliver the truck, we're

back in time for cake. But Pascal.

I can handle her.

And Charisse?

She's just happy you're finding your way to a deposit for a house. Oh, man.

Look, Van.

It's all under control.

Fussy or what?

Great. Looking forward to the party. Every party not in prison's a great

You're not going to prison. That's what I keep on saying.

Pascal's having a party. Yes, but she doesn't know about it. It's a surprise.

With, like, balloons and a cake and jumping out and going, surprise.

Hey, um, I won't be there till late.

Why? I've got to work.

You'd be late to the party of the sexiest woman in the entire world.

Well, I don't think about her like that. But she's the bitchiest babe goddess

ever. Who's my sister?

Aaron. So I don't think about her like that, alright? You can't be late to her

party. Jesus Christ. Look, I want to be there, okay? But I've got crap up to

here. I've been trying to organise heaps of shit, and now there's all this party

shit, and also Angel, and I'm trying to organise money for my fucking babies. I

can't do everything for everyone.

Ooh, stress city.

I reckon.

Morning, gorgeous.

Do you know what day it is?

Wednesday?

No, it's Thursday.

Shit, I said I'd meet that guy.

Oh, you didn't forget.

How could I?

Happy birthday.

Oh, my God. It's the one that I showed you in the shop and I thought you didn't

notice.

I picked up on it somehow.

It is so beautiful.

So are you.

So, where are we going for dinner?

I'm not sure.

You haven't booked anywhere.

Well, let's just play it by ear, eh?

But what if we don't get in where we want?

Then we go somewhere else.

It's not a big deal, is it?

Hey.

Hey, what's on the table, hun?

Hey, you know I'll be late, eh?

Yeah, I know.

And Nicky might have to pop out for a bit.

I know.

Mm.

Yep.

Benny, what's going on?

Nothing. You know your friend with the silly name?

Who? Munter.

It's not silly.

Well, if I was naming him, he'd be a rock or a tyrone.

What the fuck has this got to do with anything?

I got quite excited at first, but turns out he just wanted to organise someone

else to cover for you tonight.

Why did you say you'd drive Angel? I didn't. You called her.

So that you could go to Pascal's party, bro, because you've been, like, real

cool about all this jail crap, man, and buying beers, paying for pies.

Listen to me.

I'm Angel's driver. Got it?

Okay. You can't have it.

Okay.

No, no, no. It's not all gay, like it sounds.

Okay? It's about the money. I'm not driving it. It's me.

You? Yeah, because I'd hate for Pascal to be disappointed that her brother

couldn't be at her birthday. Okay, well, you can't drive her then.

I'm happy to, man. No, you missed the point. She's a very sensitive and

woman. Okay?

What's the fucking story?

That's her.

Yep.

She's... Quite some lady.

And you can't have her, okay?

Because you, you've got to go to Pascal's party.

Me?

Yes, you. With what Pascal would want. She would.

She said that.

No, no, no. She didn't actually say it because, you know, it's a surprise

But I know that's what she'd want. Man, you don't know how much this means to

me. Oh, just what I needed. Aaron, get off. Get off. Get off.

Sorry to break this up, boys, but which one of you is driving Miss Angel? Me, of

course. Always me.

Oh, honey, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're a bit keen to keep me all to

yourself.

You look beautiful.

It's just dinner.

Nothing special.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Yeah, I do, but it could not be the Great Western.

It's not.

Ah, is there anything I can do?

No, they're annoyed quick.

Ah, sausage rolls?

They're in the oven.

Do you think they're great?

Well, we'll talk about that work stuff tomorrow, OK?

Shit, is she here yet?

Have you guys parked down the road?

Ah, they're on their way. She's here.

She's here.

I have to drop this into Shuri.

I just don't see why you have to do it now.

Well, it won't take long and you could come in.

In there?

It's where she lives.

How could you even suggest that?

Hey, hey, hey.

This is the stinkiest birthday I have ever had.

Not one of my friends, not my family, not even my own mother has said happy

birthday to me or given me a present, not even a half one. Well, they will.

Soon.

What, like tomorrow when it's not my birthday anymore?

Fuck it.

They're all in there waiting for you, okay?

No, they're not. There's not enough cars.

It's because they're parked down the street.

Because it's meant to be a... Surprise. A surprise.

A surprise party.

It's not much of a surprise anymore.

Did you do this?

Cherie and your mum, actually.

Ex -surprised. Okay, I will.

I'm feeling quite overcome about it.

I'm so going to miss my Dougie. Heart of gold and a cock like the Eiffel Tower.

Where is he?

True, not like my Dougie to be late.

What if he doesn't show?

He wouldn't miss this for the world.

But what if something's come up? Something always comes up.

He only has to look at me. I mean, what if something's happened, like an

accident or something?

Sweetheart, have you seen the size of Dougie's rig? Angel, could you just get

your brain off?

Checking in.

Yeah, I need to know there won't be any more hitches.

There won't be.

Good.

Thank you.

Hey, I need to go.

Now? Yeah.

No. Just for an hour. I'll be back.

Cozy. No thanks to you.

Hey, tell me, do you ever hear from Garth these days?

Where did you get that name from?

Oh, sorry, is that a touchy subject or something? Your husband.

How do you know about him?

I have my contacts.

Where the hell do you get off trawling through my personal business?

Sorry? Cherie, why would you hide the fact that you're married?

What? You're married?

Cheers to Garth. Garth Loader?

Have you told him? You little cow.

What is going on?

I never hid it. I just didn't mention it.

And the reason is because he's dead.

What is going on here?

Did you know he was dead?

No, I didn't. What the hell are you doing?

Background check.

And who asked you to? I did.

Honestly, this is ridiculous.

Did you not hear what she said? He's dead. How do you think that happened?

Natural causes?

I don't want to know, and actually, that's the last I want to hear of it,

right? I was worried, that's all.

You're giving her more responsibility at Hoochie.

Okay, well, I've just made her general manager.

Bitch!

Mulch is such a sterile... Hey, we're okay.

We're fine, okay?

We'll just ride it out.

Hey.

Hey,

I need to go.

I'll be fine.

Hey, I need to go.

You would leave now when Cherie's crying.

She'll be fine.

Well, it's my birthday and it's the first time you've been here with my

family.

And Cherie did all this stuff.

Come on, Nicky.

G'day.

What are you doing here? Doing some driving.

No, you're not. Yeah, I am.

Hey.

Hi.

How would you like to make an easy five grand out with those legal bills?

Hey, Primo, blame by the way.

Yeah, maybe.

How come you didn't tell me about it?

Nicky's meant to be doing the driving. Yeah, well, he asked me to drive.

I can't. Well, you know I can, man. It's been like a dream of mine to drive one

of these since we were like 12, man.

Not that you ask me. I didn't ask you because you can't do this, man.

Oh, piss off. No, I'm serious.

Look, you can't do this, all right? Because the cops, they might know.

Hey, it hasn't even been stolen yet. But they know, okay?

How? They just do.

How do they know? Because they know stuff, all right?

Well, you told them.

Man, I didn't want to, okay? But to rake us real... You're a fucking nut. No,

no. You just said you was. No, I was... We're doing the devil a bad place, man.

Gerard wants Nicky, and he's not going to give up.

Well, then they're going to do their two -and -sister's boyfriend.

I don't want to. I have to, man. I'm trying to get you off.

Yeah, and I've got to do this, man. I need the five grand.

I can't.

And what am I going to say to Nicky when he asks me why I did it?

It's going to do it. Don't go down keeping all that one, man.

It's the best way, man. These roadblocks are no more than this crap, man. That's

where the cops are, okay? There's a roadblock.

Forgive him, not be shitting me. I'm not.

Muntz, maybe you shouldn't do this, man.

I need the money, mate.

I'm doing it.

Sorry to interrupt. Hi, Dougie.

Listen, um, I was just having a nap, and then I woke up, and, um, Dougie, mate,

you know I don't like this, bro. It's about your truck.

Fuckin' hell.

Hey,

uh, can I go to get a drink? Yeah.

Have a drink.

How'd you go with the angel?

Uh, she was pretty slutted. Yeah, stand in.

Dougie, too.

Oh, well.

These must.

So, uh, went okay?

Yeah, man, it was awesome.

Yeah?

Got through okay?

Just to say, there's one gang out there who won't be visiting a gas station for

quite a while.

There better be a bloody good reason why we sat at that roadblock waiting for a

petrol tanker which never arrived.

Yeah, you bet.

It wasn't Nicky that showed up, bro.

It was some other guy.

How the fuck did that happen?

I don't know.

What did he look like?

Tall, blonde,

maybe Russian.

Russian? Yeah. Yeah? Yeah, because he had this weird accent.

I told him to go down to Kevin Island, though.

But, you know, maybe he got confused because of being Russian.

Is that right?

Yeah.

It wasn't my fault, man. I tried my best.

You fucked it up, is what you did.

And your mate Munter, he's still going to jail.

Thanks again for dropping me in at last night.

It was a fact.

The thing about private investigating is the private bits are really important.

Please don't tell me that you trust Sheree.

Your mum doesn't want to know.

So that's it? Case closed?

Well, he's definitely dead.

Sure he killed him?

No, Garth Loader drowned in a boating incident in 98.

Sure he pushed him out?

I don't see how, since he wasn't on the boat at the time.

But somebody else was.

His brother -in -law, Nicky Gregan.

You didn't pick me up?

Nope.

Did you get your cut from Nicky?

I need him later.

You're in the wrong shit.

Because of my shit?

Nah, I'm tall. You're guys.

I'm partnering up with the Gooch you can have Aaron.

Why? Because the Gooch is a qualified builder and also not a fucking narc. I

told you why I did it, man. Well, for me, yes.

Yeah, well, I got to wondering about that last night then.

And what I was wondering was why that prick Gerard would be interested in me

the first place.

Maybe because the reason was you. And that's why I got busted. Not because of

the Raj or nothing else. Nah, man. Nah? Do you think I'm thick, man?

Look, I'm trying to sort it, all right? I'm putting Nikki away, hey?

Fuck that. What happened to Weston Doll? I love Cherie, okay? Yeah, you love

Aurora too. And look what happened to us. I'm sick of this kind of fucking

Don't fucking talk about her.

from you for a while. Not. And I got some stuff going on with Nikki.

What kind of stuff? What you think I'm going to tell you?

Come on, man. Shit. Don't worry.

I won't say nothing to Nikki because unlike you, I ain't a knock.

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