All language subtitles for Outrageous Fortune s05e04 Drive His Purpose

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.