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There's nothing wrong with either of us. Okay, you're right for babies. I just

want to make sure everything's working.

Fertility! Woo!

Go, Wade!

Now, man's spiffing in the cup. Yeah, stroke him, Munter!

She's my wife, and I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means taking the test.

A little information, that's all I want.

Well, you told them! You're a fucking narc!

Kathy and Munter.

busted with a truckload of weed. And what I was wondering is why that prick

Gerard would be interested in me in the first place. Maybe because the reason

was you. And that's why I got busted. Just gotta keep my distance from him for

while.

What's up, boss?

I have no idea.

Well, you're the one that called a tall guy meeting.

No, I called you to tell you to come to the meeting. I didn't call the meeting.

So who called the meeting?

Let's have a think about that, shall we?

It's a tall guy's meeting. There are four tall guys.

Three of them are here.

Go to the gooch, you are onto it. I was going to say that.

So what's the meeting about?

Quote, real important shit, unquote.

Man ho!

Who are you calling a ho?

No, I meant like hello. Well, why didn't you say hello instead of calling a man

a ho? Okay, what's the problem?

Well, there's unfinished business and there's business to be finished.

The finished business is me.

In consultation with my legal team or the guy I got from Legal Aid, we've

decided to plead guilty to all charges.

No way, man. Fight the power.

Aaron, they call me actually holding the dope.

I'm going inside no matter how merciful the judge gets.

The unfinished business is, I want you tools to look after my best tools.

Until I get out.

You're pulling those rebate play.

That's close corner scooch.

No. The hammer of the gods.

I know you're a 16 -ounce man.

It's time to step up to the 20.

I'm going to think of you every time I hit the nail on the head.

Or like an ass ginger brother.

You call me brother? You do know these tools belong to the tool guy's company,

right? Messing with the moment here, Loretta.

Just so you know what's on the level and what ain't, it'll just be the three of

you and Loretta.

You'll be like a triangle, which is a really strong sheep. Especially with me

its fourth side.

But it's only as strong as its weakest side.

Remember that?

He is going to be the most loved guy in prison.

But not in the way that sounded.

Come on, man, give me something here.

Vanny, you're meant to give me things.

Yep.

Look, you get mother off, I'll owe you one. You owe me one for getting Cherie

off. Then I'll owe you two.

Why are you getting so worked up about this?

Are you and him gay?

No. So suck it up.

All right, well, what about Filani?

Huh? I mean, he's dodgy -ass. He's always doing something illegal. Arrest

You'd sell out a family friend to help your manta, mate? He's not much of a

family friend.

He's not that much of a criminal, either. Yeah, he's fine. He's a Samoan

Bran, you know who I want.

Yeah, but Nicky's not doing stuff all at the moment. Then stop wasting my time.

With half the dairies in Waitakere getting done over, I don't have time for

this.

Oh, first off, thanks for coming in. No worries, Wayne.

Where's the beer?

No, Helen, there's no beer.

Why? It's not about getting on the piss.

This is about Cheryl.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, has something more awful happened to her? No, no, no, she's good.

at home. She's fine with her feet up.

It's you fellas I want to talk about.

Yeah, but we've been real nice to her. She says that we're her lifeline.

Yes, I'm more than aware of how nice you fellas have been, but she should have

her feet up.

Oh, you and I think we'll come over.

Who can work at a time like this?

Food, Mrs. Polanyi's phone call me. Hello there.

Ladies.

It's nice you guys think about her, but could you think about her from further

away?

Yeah, but she likes us visiting. We're doing everything for her. Yeah, and she

has her feet up, like you say.

Is there a what?

Hysterosalpingogram. Yeah, Mrs. Polanyi has procedures all the time, eh?

She's collecting them like a sister collects beer cans.

She has a nice time.

But then you all go, and I come home. And that's the problem.

You.

No, Filani. The problem is what I find when I get home.

They been around here yet?

Yeah, yeah, just a little visit.

I'll do that. No, I'm fine.

Give it to me.

Okay, well, how about I do the different?

That.

Now, you can call her, you can text her, you can send a bloody carrier pigeon,

but you cannot go around unless I say so.

Is that all clear?

Like, not even for five minutes.

Peace and quiet.

Nicky here?

Um, he's on a job.

What sort of job?

A work job. What's it to you?

Uh...

Well, if he needs me, I'm here, okay?

Oh, actually, Dan, um, I have a job for you. No.

What, so you do stuff for Nicky but not for me?

I think we're talking different stuff, okay? Can you just deliver these?

Are they hash cakes?

No, they're scones.

They don't look like scones. Well, they look like scones how I make them.

They're herbal.

Why, hash scones?

No, they're healthy, they're full of goodness, and I just want you to take

to Muncher and Aaron, so thank you.

What for?

For the job they did at Best Bag Ever, we totally stuck those compliance issues

up the Labor Department's butts.

Look, could you tell Nicky about the word thing, please?

Only if you deliver this.

Hey.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, uh, I got something for you from Pascal.

Yeah, I was going to call you anyways.

Oh, yeah?

Something we've got to sort.

OK, so you want to meet up?

You know where you know when.

The rafting now?

That you has to ask says a lot.

You sure these aren't hashcorns? Pascal said no.

Because that would be a cruel gesture, giving a man hashcorns on the eve of him

going inside for dope position.

He'll leave you going inside happy, eh?

We've got to sort the car, then.

Oh, what, has Aaron pissed off at us down in the garage?

No, because I'm going inside.

Oh, let's just leave it there till you get out.

Aaron won't mind. I don't want to leave it there.

Well, I don't think we've got time to finish it. We need to split it up, Ben.

Eh? 50 -50. You take half the parts, I'll take half the parts. We can build

own cars.

Well, what's wrong with having our car? You'll be seen cruising around with no

snitching red bastard.

I'm not snitching rat bastard, man. In my book you are.

If I am, it was because I was trying to get you off here and it's only because

you are there that I'm going inside.

Cycle of shame, bro.

All right, how do we do this?

Oh, boys, boys, boys.

Reading my mind.

I hope not.

Well, I'm going to text you. Get the three amigos together, hit the town,

It was going to be the four Amigos, but the Gooch has got his bagpipe champs in

Hastings. We're here to see the car, Aaron.

Oh.

What?

Well, there's something I've been meaning to tell you about the car.

Never found the right place or the right time.

What have you done to the car, Aaron?

So, are we cool?

Car?

Yeah, and I know it's like your thing, but once I started, I couldn't stop.

I mean, I tried to.

I even took stuff apart again, knowing how you'd feel, another man's hands on

your parts, but... Shut the hell up. Okay.

We need to talk about this.

Not you.

Don't touch anything, all right?

What do you think?

What do you think?

Why ask you first?

It's beautiful, man.

Yeah, a thing of much beauty.

We can't split up a thing of beauty like that.

No, that'd be wrong.

Yeah, like cutting an arm off the Mona Lisa.

Yeah.

I want Kylie's legs.

Aaron, it's not like we disrespect what you've done, which is awesome, man.

Really? Yeah, but you should have run up past us first, man. Yeah, for sure.

Total apologies.

But the fact remains that what is done is done and can't be undone.

Unless you undo it.

Yeah, and since we can't undo it, we have to sell the car.

You what?

Yeah, you did an awesome job, man, but the car's got to go.

Why? Look, it's just the way it's got to be.

But this is a thing of beauty. Aaron, Aaron.

It's our car, right?

And we'll sell it if we want.

Oh, for Christ's sake. No, I can't chuck my own daughter out, Wayne.

No, but I can. Everybody visiting ours are over. Quite bossy, aren't you,

Yeah, when I need to be. No, we'll get out of here.

Appreciate it.

More patient. Oi, I'm not an invalid.

Yes, you are. Get used to it.

Now, before we go, I was wondering if you would like to read this.

What is it?

Ooh, nice. But I... It's for the next West Auckland Chronicle. They

me about this bag.

That's fantastic, love. Yeah, the journal sent me this advance copy of the

article just, you know, to check the facts and stuff, and I really want you

read it with an open mind.

Sure.

But not now.

Wait till we go, eh? OK.

Thank you, Mum, your best for my love. Bye.

See you, Cheryl.

Cheryl.

Nyree. Bye.

Bloody Nyree's been in my kitchen. She probably rearranged everything.

But... Hey, I'm not a dog.

Get on your couch.

Yes.

Oh, my God, you little trollop. I'll fucking kill you.

So she wasn't too happy then.

Well, you could say that.

No, give me the keys. Wayne,

give me the fucking keys. I will flatten her.

But it's not like it's not true.

When you start... At the bottom rung of the ladder of life, surrounded by crime,

is a glamorous young businesswoman. There's nowhere to go but us.

Glamorous and businesswoman in the same sentence. Isn't that cool?

Growing up in a family of criminals, we're dealing with a way of life. It

have been easy for me to get sucked into that world.

Luckily, I had the strength of will to escape, to find a moral path through

life. I'm a fucking killer.

Why did you show it to her? You must have known it'd send her off her bloody

rocker. Well, I thought it would be better if she read it before she reads

the Chronicle. She never reads the Chronic. She just wraps her food scraps

it. Oh, yeah.

But you can change it, right, before they publish it? No.

But you said they gave you an advanced copy.

No, I got the journo to send me a copy so that I can get it framed.

It comes out tomorrow, I think.

But, you know, it's all true, and everyone who knows us knows it's true.

Not the point, Pascal. The point is I have to calm her down.

And you, you have to make it right with her.

It's just wrong in every way. It's a car, Aaron, one that doesn't even go.

It's a 1975 265 Hemi Chrysler Valiant. Rita, stink people drive cars. God.

Drive Hemi Chrysler Valiants.

How much they want for it?

It's not for sale, Harris.

But you just said it was, Spiller. Not for sale to a knob like you.

It's a mighty car, 1975 Hemi.

See myself in a car like that.

My bitch in the back seat.

You can inflate her at the petrol station when you check the tyres.

You're not getting the back seat or the front seat of this car.

Oh, yeah?

And how are you going to stop me, gang of balls?

With your big hairy ginger balls?

You want balls?

I'll give you balls.

Guys, can you knock it off or knock each other off? I'm trying to eat here.

Well, you want something to eat?

I can give you something to eat.

Hey, Filani.

Hey, Loretta.

Dane here is, I'm pretty sure, suggesting I should suck his cock.

What do you think?

I think that's a very rude thing to say to a lady.

And also sad.

Because if anyone wanted to suck on something so small, a breath mate would

the trick.

Yeah, well, I'm not done here.

Then why are you backing away?

I'm not backing away.

Well, fuck yous.

Thanks, Filani.

Hey, do you want to buy a car? I will, dear.

What have you got for me? Not me. It's this piece of crap Banner Munter have

been working on.

They're selling the 1975 Valiant. Oh, hey, hey, hey.

It's not for you, OK?

Yeah, quite right, yeah.

Why would I?

I'd be interested in such a car.

I don't know if you've noticed what's going down between Dan and Munter. Oh,

mean that they don't want to work with each other and rarely communicate?

Exactly. The disturbance and the force.

They fight.

They break up. They kiss. They make up. It's been like that ever since Chris

Amon primary.

What I'm thinking is, before they make the biggest mistake of their lives, you

advance me the cash, I buy the car.

Advance you the cash from where?

My tour guide, Eunice.

Because, yeah, I buy the car.

finish it, and pick up Manta once he's been released from prison.

Wow, that is so romantic.

But no, what if somebody buys the car before I do?

Aaron, no one will buy that heap of shit. It will sit in your garage till

freezes over.

I will buy this car.

Why?

Because you want to sell it. But why would we sell it to you?

Because it's a classic.

Yeah, it is, but why do you want to buy it? Ben.

They stopped producing these things in New Zealand in 1979.

And do you know how hard it is to find parts for them these days?

You want to sell it for parts? These parts only just got put together, man.

So they're handily all in the same place.

No, wait. No, wait.

Okay, okay.

I won't sell it for parts.

Well, now you're just lying.

No, no.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are, you big Samoan liar.

Are you racially assuming that because I'm Samoan, I'm a liar?

No, we're assuming that because you're you, you're a liar, man.

Okay, so that's a no to my kind offer to take it off your hand? You know who

spells no?

Yes.

It's a no.

Truly, you speak with one voice.

No, we don't. Well, if you change your one mind,

call me.

I hate this mattress.

It's impossible to get comfortable.

Yeah, it's because he's trying to get comfortable for free.

When we get the house, we're so getting a new bed.

Hey, you know what else we should get?

A classic car.

Hmm?

What? Think about it. Think how cool it would be, man, taking the twins for

drives in an actual classic car, you know?

Man, where do we get the money for an actual classic car, then?

Well, there's the Nicky money.

It's for the house.

Well, yeah, it's for the house at the moment, but we could spend it on a car.

Because the four of us live in the car, then?

No, but... We're not getting a car, then.

So, have you talked to Mum today?

No, I've been ordered to stay away.

Why?

No reason.

Want some more? No, I shouldn't.

Rochelle reckons that alcohol doesn't help when you're trying to get pregnant.

Rochelle was so pissed the first few times she got pregnant, she doesn't even

know how bad it is.

Okay, just a tiny bit.

But after I've had my procedure, and we've had the doctor right away to the

Justice Department about how we're trying to get pregnant, and they let us

conjugal visits, and I'm so giving up drinking and dope and coffee and bags.

So, um, about this hysteropingo... Hysterosalpingogram?

Okay, so that's when they take dye and they insert it into my fallopian tubes

just to make sure that they're not blocked.

How do they insert the dye?

I don't know.

Maybe they're used like a dildo, that's also a needle.

I'll go have another bottle.

I'll give you a hand there.

Sorry,

she likes to talk about her procedure, eh?

Girls like that stuff.

Yeah.

You want to buy a car?

Sorry? 1975 Chrysler Valiant 265 Hemi, almost in running order.

You want Van's car?

What? You're selling it.

Well, we don't jive eye on certain future things, so we're going our

ways on this.

Nah. Sorry, mate.

Have you had a Ducati 750 Laguna Seca?

It's a motorbike, right?

Yeah.

Oh, well. We're for shot, eh?

We've got to sort the car, then.

Eh? 50 -50. You take half the parts, I'll take half the parts. We can build

own cars.

What do you reckon, mate?

We do a car together.

Check it out, mate.

Holy shit.

Surprise the valet. Regal. We're going to get this, man. It's like a dream come

true.

No way.

Yes way, bro.

Check it out, bro. I love you, man. Oh, you too, brother. My mechanic

didn't make this.

An artist.

Yeah, boy.

We just did get swimming in a big ocean boat.

And we got to look out for the sharks. Yeah.

I

just

missed you and me man -hanging.

You and me hanging out.

Broke, broke, broke.

Drunk.

Yeah. Yeah, we've got a problem.

Yeah, we've got nothing but problems.

Yeah, well, now we've got another one.

Easy on the noose picking me.

Shut up.

This is all your fault.

Why? Because you went too hard on the booger, huh?

He came around.

You giving it a blowjob, Spiller?

What do you want, Harris?

I want this.

Hey, get your hand off it.

Yeah, I heard about this sweet piece of metal, eh?

I like what I see.

Yeah, I know you heard, because I was there when you heard. But this car will

never be yours.

Oh, I think it will.

No way would they sell something this awesome to a cum thing.

But eight grand they will. No way. Not either.

Just give them the message, ginger monkey boy.

Beanscraper. Well, they've got real sharp edges.

Right. I would have dicked them, but when your nose gets cut like your eyes

water... Hey, Grand, you reckon?

It's Dane Harris.

Then he cut my freaking nose.

It's worth thinking about, though.

Here's the read.

How a daughter could stab her mother through the heart like that.

At a time like this.

If one of my daughters said such things about her mother, Mrs. Fulani would

teach her a thing or two about manners.

Do you want me to set Mrs. Fulani on it?

Nothing the girl said that isn't true, that we weren't proud of once.

But thousands of people through West Auckland are going to read that.

Cheryl will never be able to show her face in Pack and Safe ever again.

Can we stop the coming out? Apparently not. Apparently it goes out really soon.

Tomorrow.

I've got certain relatives who work in newspaper distribution.

Well, the walking and putting in letterboxes helps lower the risk of

Great! Oh, for God's sake!

Out! You want me to do the talking?

Why?

Well, because you probably want to smack him after what he did.

What, Darren's nose?

Yeah, I was thinking more about Casey.

Now, we neither think or talk of that anymore, so I'm cool.

OK.

Hey, Dane.

Boys, are you calling boy fucking? Ah, we're here. You want to buy our car?

Yep. So when can I come and get it? Hang on, hang on. Why do you want to buy it?

Because it's a fine automobile?

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Eight grand.

That's the offer.

Where'd you get eight grand?

Half now, half when I collect.

Are you dealing again?

I've got my own business.

If I want drugs these days, I don't sell them. I buy them. You back with your

dad's painting business?

No, I said my business.

Not his.

I don't know. What sort of business?

None of your business, whorey.

Hey! Look, the business we're here for is car business, all right?

Well, are you going to sell it to me or not?

No. No, Dan, we're not, all right? Because a car like this needs a home,

fucked -up whore like you.

Ten grand for an offer.

So was Mum really pissed off about the article?

Yep, she's pretty fluttered about it.

Dad wants me to make it right, but everything I see is true.

What about what you didn't say?

What do you mean?

What about the stuff you could have said, but you didn't?

I think the public knows enough about my family, Casey.

No, I'm not talking about your family, Pascale. I'm talking about me.

There wasn't anything about you in it. Exactly!

You know, according to the article, the best back ever was all your idea, and

you made it happen without anyone else.

everyone have to be so mean? Why can't they just be happy for me?

I mean, even when I was a model, I never got a story in the chronic. This is a

personal triumph and they are trying to ruin it. Honey, not everyone sees things

the way you do.

Well, if they did, it would make much more sense.

Deal with it.

Rise above it.

I suppose.

Making peace with your mum would be a place to start.

She is having my baby sister.

It needs to chill out right now.

Okay, I'll do it for the baby.

Hello. Oh, hi.

Hey, thank you for sending through that article, and I'm so glad we went with my

choice of the photo.

Uh -huh.

Why not?

What? When?

All of them.

Really?

Right.

Okay.

What's that about?

About how I'm going to kill my mother.

It's a fair offer.

Oh, no.

No way, man.

Just the thought of Dane Harris' hairy little ass in here makes me want to

him in my mouth.

I reckon.

Don't get us no closer to sorting this, though.

Man, I'd say we just leave it till after.

After what, Vin? After you get out. Unless you give it to your cop mates

I'm inside.

Come on, man, that's not fair.

Yeah, well, nothing seems fucking fair to me right now.

How many...

Pines, man. How many times have I got to tell you why I did what I did?

Not that I ever did anything, man. Oh, you did plenty.

Fuck you, man. Fuck you.

Sick of feeling like shit.

What are we going to do about the car?

I don't care. Sell it to them.

Oh, you're here, Dane. You have my wife. You may as well have my car as well.

Fuck you.

He's in his place to get her back. What do I care? Maybe she's sorting it up

with Dane. He can give her the kids she wants because I sure as fuck can't.

Just knock her out when you get out, man.

Not with useless sperm, I can't.

What? My fellas don't do the business they should, you mong.

Why, even with the money, man?

Maybe it's like they get tired halfway along and give up.

Whoa.

Do whatever you want with the car.

Dane.

So how's my new car?

Uh, it's not your car.

Well, until you accept my generous offer. No, no, no, we're not going to

to you, mate. Not for, like, 20 grand.

There's no way I'd pay that for it.

Sweet, then we're done here.

Hey, nobody says no to Dane Harris.

Yeah, they do. No, they don't.

All right, no, they don't.

What, no?

That's your final word?

Yes.

Okay.

They

have a

cat. I'm making a point. Which is?

How angry I am. Not with the door.

No, with you.

Last I checked, I was pissed off with you.

Oh, and that's why you did it. What?

You know.

No, I don't fucking know.

You didn't like it, so you made sure no one else could read it.

You what?

The article.

What about it? Oh, so it's a coincidence that the truck carrying every single

copy of the West Auckland Chronicle with the article of me in it got nicked from

outside the printers, is it?

Eh? Well, is it?

Come on, Mum, answer the question.

No.

No, of course it's not.

Because I don't believe in coincidence.

Who took the truck?

Oh, I so knew it. Why am I even here? I didn't know there was an article, let

alone a truck, until you dragged me here. Because you're the sort of person

would do something like this?

Cheryl. Nyree.

Why would I lift a finger to make you feel better about yourself?

No offence.

All of bloody Auckland should read that article as far as I'm concerned.

All I can say is I wish I'd thought of stealing the bloody truck.

What you said was so wrong.

No, it was the truth.

That doesn't make it right.

Can't you guys see that by stealing the truck you're making the article true?

I thought the article was true, which is why someone stole the truck. Yeah, it

was true, and then it wasn't, and now thanks to that it's true again.

But if someone stole the truck and so the article never comes out so no one

reads it, did anything ever happen?

Loretta, stop messing with our heads.

Can I ask a question?

Yes, as long as it makes sense.

Filani, you're awfully quiet for a man whose family is involved in both car

theft and suburban newspaper distribution.

You sound much like your old cop self when you ask a question that is more an

accusation.

Filani. Answer the question.

I'm confused by the question. That may not necessarily... You took the trap.

did it.

No, no, no, no.

Although, now as you loom over me with all your blonde -bar lunginess, I may

have mentioned it in passing.

The injustice to peoples who, on Chil's behalf, may have taken the law into

their own hands.

Get the truck back. You'd better say yes.

But there are no guarantees.

None of that no -guarantees shit. Get the fucking truck back, Filani.

The quiet lying around with you.

Oh, are you having a wank? No.

I want to be alone.

Are you hiding from Cherie?

Alone.

Are you going to Minter's trial?

Why, so I can listen to some asshole judge send him away for a year?

Or to be there for your mate?

What's wrong with you guys? Usually by now you'd be hatching some stupid scheme

to hide him in Grandpa's taro band.

Leave me alone!

Okay.

Chill out.

What is it now, Eric?

He caught me unawares.

Hey, don't worry, baby.

Uncle Aaron's going to look after you.

I'm going to spiffle over it too.

What do you want, Harris?

My car, of course.

They told you to take a hike.

I'm not here to give them any money.

I'm just going to take my car.

But this ain't your car.

Are you sure about that, Spiller?

Have you got any ownership papers?

Have you got any rego papers?

Because who has the car, owns the car.

Well, that would be me then.

Too much longer.

But I got some awesome shots in.

But he was tooled up, man.

No way he does this to me in months.

And me too.

No, man, he's not getting away with this. Yeah, forget him and his faggoty

scraper, man. We're going to go down there with, like, power tools and shit.

Yeah, well, call me if you need some help.

What you got for me?

I want to report a crime.

Really? Yep, really.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

Where and when?

Aaron Spiller's garage, about two hours ago.

I'm sorry.

Car theft.

Mm -hmm.

And, uh, like, assault with a tool.

Are you reporting a crime to me?

Yeah, well, you're a cop, aren't you?

Call the fucking station van instead of dragging me all the way out here for

nothing. What, man? It's a crime. You're meant to deal with it. Ben, the only

crimes you talk to me about are ones that haven't happened yet.

Well, that's just shit, man. I don't care.

Oh, what? So it's okay for you to fuck over good people like me and Munter

because you've got a hard -on for Nicky Greger, but when there's a paint

-scraping, nose -slashing, car -thieving psycho like Dane Harris running around,

that's okay because you don't... Okay, okay, okay.

When you say paint -scraper, what do you mean?

What? Paint -scraper. That thing for scraping paint that's got a handle and a

blade. Dane Harris, you said?

He waves it around like a knife, you know?

I don't know why he just doesn't get a knife. Are you saying that Dane Harris

the paint -scraper robber?

What?

The paint scraper robber.

What are you talking about?

Do you ever read a newspaper?

Nope. Or watch the news on TV?

No. Van, some nut bar has been robbing dairies. Lots of dairies.

Wielding a paint scraper. No shit.

The media dubbed him the paint scraper robber.

Paint scraper moron, Morlock.

Dane Harris, eh?

Thanks, Van.

You see, informing isn't so hard once you get the hang of it.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Morning.

Is anyone else up?

I'm going to set you on fire and watch you run around the room screaming.

go. You carry on.

Aaron, cutting off your nose to spite your face is just a saying. Yeah, no

for the love.

Mate, hear the news.

Oh, it speaks.

Hey, the best news ever. Ha, karma.

Dane Harris.

Wait, bro.

He's been arrested.

He was the paint scraper robber.

Dane Harris was that loser.

Yeah. Couldn't he use some of the money he stole to buy himself a knife? I

reckon it's because this old man's a painter.

And a bastard.

So whenever he robbed a dairy, he was robbing his old man.

Wow, that's deep.

I should have put it together when he cut my nose with a paint scraper. Twice.

You're fake.

Who gives a shit about Dane?

Dane's been arrested, which means he's in jail, which means there's nobody at

his house, which is where our car is.

And guess who has his tow truck parked right outside?

Good girl.

Good wife.

I thought you were at work. You're checking up on me, are you?

I had a visitor, whose name I cannot name, about a truck he knows nothing

The door was unlocked.

Find that truck yet? As chance would happen, a nephew of mine doing work for

church late last night chanced upon a delivery truck.

Parked at this location.

Thank your nephew for me. Just doing the Lord's work is thanks enough for him.

But were the trucker not discovered, and they were forced to reprint the issue,

the untruths could be corrected.

Maybe.

There's a wrong with me that I've found being verbally abused by two wet women

strangely erotic.

Yes, Filani, yes.

He does have a point, though, about the chance to change the article.

Oh, what the hell?

Make the call. It's water under the bridge.

It's my girl.

Home, sweet home, baby.

We got you back from the bad man, and he won't bother you again.

Aaron, it's a car. Knock it off.

This isn't just any car.

This is the van and muntmobile back home, where possession is ten -tenths of

law. And Dane Harris' stomach?

Stick that up, Dane. Crack.

Yeah, but it's not like Munt here to enjoy it, is he?

Truth.

He'll be down the river.

Where?

Inside.

What if Munt and Dane ended up with Selma? Oh, Aaron, shut the fuck up, man.

We'll speak.

But we should at least raise a glass to our fallen hero.

To our man, the Munty man.

The man of men.

The man we are, the pale shadows of.

A man who's gone before and whose tools we now wield.

You do almost sound as if he's with us. Yes, you dick.

Munty! Oh, you busted out, man.

Let me go.

We're fine, aren't we, girl?

What happened?

Backroom politics.

But you were dead meat, man.

Some shit goes on behind the scenes and they change the charge from supply to

position so I get a fine, PD and have to attend a drug education course.

So, who knows what shit goes on behind the scenes.

Why the long face?

Did you have anything to do with Munter getting off?

Oh, he didn't get off.

He was lashed by a seriously wet bus ticket.

Because I gave you Dane Harris.

Hmm.

Dane Harris who stole your car.

I did a deal.

Out of respect for what you did.

Getting a dangerous crim off the streets. A nut bar with a paint scraper.

Who knows where that might have led had not you stepped in.

You just showed me you can do it.

So now, Nicky Gregan.

They're herbal scones.

Lovely.

Oh, they're not that kind of herb.

I bake them myself.

As a peace offering.

What you said was out of line.

But it was true.

Yeah, once upon a time it was.

Just you don't like to see the path chucked back in your face.

But that doesn't make it untrue.

No, but it does make you want to stop it happening all over again, you know.

Your kids falling into the same traps.

I won't.

Good.

Okay.

Can you run down and see if they've delivered the paper? I'm meant to be

my feet up still. Yeah.

How many times, woman?

Did you give Nicky up?

Mate, I don't know fuck all about Nicky Gregan doing anything, all right?

How come it all changed?

Because I accidentally gave up Dane Harris.

Yeah? And that got me off.

Yeah, well, I was real angry because he stole our car and then I started talking

and got out of control.

So Dane Harris was the price of my freedom?

Yes. And before you start, I already know how you feel about that, so you

need to give me any shit about it.

Not a bad price.

Hey.

Dan Harris is a cop, man, and a minister of society.

Yeah. Not that I'm down with you being a rat bastard, Naki. Yeah, me either,

man.

Clearly there's a lot we need to talk about.

Hey.

And look.

How you haven't told Casey about your thing thing.

That is also true.

You know what I was thinking?

This is a...

Boys go away on a fishing trip kind of thing?

It was just what I was thinking.