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What's wrong?

Is there something wrong?

I've lost everything because of your sister.

My grandfather is in prison and he might die and that is all your fault. So if

you want to make it up to me, then maybe you should do something about that. And

then maybe I'll listen to you.

Okay. Isn't it hearing today?

You might talk to the police prosecutor.

What if I already did?

The police are not posing the application, Your Honour.

There's a lot of things I like about you, Pascal.

Yes.

Ted.

Ted, wait.

Eric?

Who are you calling, Eric?

You, you bloke. Where the hell have you been? I'm not Eric.

I'm the angel of death.

Have you been hitting the turps again?

I told you I'm the bloody angel of death.

And I've got a message.

You are about to go to jail.

If you'd been around a bit more, you'd know that's old news.

All right, but I've got a message.

Save it for someone who cares.

Wait. Wait, Nyree. And I've got a bloody message, and I'm not going till I give

it. Get on with it, then.

Going to jail, where the iron gates will close never to open.

For there you will live.

So that's the long and the short of it. How have you been anyway, Ted? I haven't

seen you for a bloody age and you come round with crap like this. You deserve

it. Smack round the smiler. Hey, I'm just a messenger.

Bugger off.

But I just got here.

I said piss off.

Well, if you're going to be like that about it, you can always come now.

Come where?

I've got a job for you. Grandpa, I'm really busy.

It's a legal jobby.

Look, Grandpa, it's over.

Tell me about it. No matter which way we defend it, you're going down.

Oh, bugger the court case. That's the least of my worries. I need you to make

will and hurry up about it.

What's the rush?

I'm about to cark at you, cretin. Why else would I want one?

What do you want?

I've got something for you.

Have you been in a fight?

I could say that.

Well, if you've come around to give a sympathy, you crack up a lot. I'm not

for sympathy.

What's this?

Payback. The beginning of it.

Where did you get it? I fought for it. You stole it?

I went on a fight tour, okay?

It's a lot of fighting.

Ten grand.

But it's only the start.

I said I'd pay you back for what Cherie did, and I'll do it. Every dollar.

Hi, it's me.

Hey.

What's this?

Well, it's lunchtime, so I thought I'd make you lunch. Oh, you don't have to.

No, that's okay. I love cooking.

Okay. Though usually when we meet for lunch, we don't usually have time for

lunch. Well, you know, I thought I'd wash things up a little bit.

Oh, yeah.

You want me to get that?

No, I can get it.

Allow me.

Jethro.

Okay.

Did you ever win at the races?

No.

Um, that's from Nicky.

Nicky, when did you see him?

He came around because, you know, he wants to pay me back the money after

Shree did.

He ended up fighting.

Oh, really? You really believe that?

Well, he had bruises and everything.

You have to give this back. It'll be scum money.

Promise me you'll give it back.

Look, I can't stand by and see you get caught up in any more trouble because of

him.

I just... I just want to keep you safe from the bad guys, that's all.

Okay.

Say again?

I'll give it back. No, but there's three of us.

There's always three of us if it's you, me and Mum. Yeah, so then it's not fair

because we're two and you're one and we've already got to pick up our nachos.

Yeah, and we can still order another one for you. No, no, I don't want nachos.

But you've got to eat, bro. Yeah, look, hon, we know you must be finding it

tight. You've got the mortgage and everything.

Oh, no, not really. It's OK, then. Lots of people struggle with their mortgage

repayments. God, it's like a rite of passage.

Like your first sweet dream.

We can order you another nachos is all we're saying.

No, listen.

I don't want nachos, okay? I've got my lunch. And, um, hey.

Hey, guys. I've got a flatmate.

You've got a flatmate? Yep. Do they? Why didn't you ask me?

Because you already have a place and you're married.

Yeah, you are.

Yeah, I know.

Who's this other guy?

Actually, uh, he is a she.

Oh.

No, it's not like that. God.

Didn't say anything.

It's definitely not like that, OK?

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, what, you've never seen a lunchbox before? I never knew you had a lunchbox.

Well, heaps of tradesmen have them, actually, Marta. And can you keep your

voices down, please? I'll get me out.

Whoa.

You made all that?

No, my flatmate made them.

Oh, really?

What? No, I'm just saying, you know, that's really nice of her, especially if

she is just your flatmate. She is just my flatmate. But when they made your

lunch. Because I'm trying to save money, Casey.

But she's so into you that she made your lunch. So is she, mate?

Is she what?

Into you or you into her.

I forgot.

It's a packed lunch.

Just get off my case and go get your nachos.

Get your nachos. All right, all right, all right. And beer.

I'm sorry, but I can't accept this.

But it's yours.

I can't take it because it's dodgy.

Look, I earned it, okay? Straight up.

Well, some people don't think so.

Which people?

You're still on with Gerard?

Actually, his name is Zane and he's really understanding.

Gerard, understanding.

Give me a break.

What is that supposed to mean? I told you about him.

It's a big mistake, Pascal.

He cares about me. Look, he doesn't. No, he actually does.

He doesn't. He does, and you don't have to be a wanker about it. Pascal, wait.

Gerard's not... Not what?

Okay, he's not good with women. How would you know that? You're not a woman?

Trust me, I know.

He slept with Cherie when we were back in the bay.

No, Zane would not have gone there. No, he did.

Well, Cherie's a slut.

She was 15, Pascal.

So? She's an underage slut. She was 15 and he was a cop?

Does that not seem wrong to you?

She got in trouble. He said he'd make it go away if she... You can think what

you like about Cherie, but you can't think that that is right.

He was corrupt and dirty.

And he still is.

I have to get this.

What do you want? Do you throw?

Yeah, okay, I'll be there if you want me to be there, but it better be

important.

Bye.

Eric is the angel of death?

Apparently. Angel of bad personal hygiene, maybe.

Oh. What?

Nothing. I just think that this whole dream thing is obviously crap. Well,

Grandpa believes it.

He's written his will out, and he wants you to be executive.

Me? Mm -hmm.

He wants Loretta to kill him.

No.

Executor is the person who sees that the terms of the will are met after the

person has died. Well, why would he want Loretta? She'll just run off with his

money. What money?

It's stupid anyway. He's going to be fine.

He did have a dream, though.

With Eric in it, which is more like a nightmare.

It's not my fault it come true.

I don't. Um, hello, Melbourne Cup in 83.

He dreamt about a flying Kiwi, backed the winner and collected big time. And

dreamt the combination on that TAB job. You're just saying that because you want

his money.

He doesn't have any money. Look, there is no way that anything Eric says could

be true, even if it was in a dream, except if he was saying he was a smelly

pervert. Look, Grandpa believes this, okay?

Well, he shouldn't.

It's rubbish, Grandpa.

It's not.

If God was going to choose an angel, there's no way he'd choose Eric.

Yeah, he'd be too pissed to do anything.

I've been thinking for a while this stretch will be my last. This just

it. Eric!

Come on, old man, it's got to be bollocks.

And there's no reason to start making bad decisions, like letting Loretta get

her hands on your money.

Oh, fuck me.

G'day, Cheryl.

You can piss off! Eh?

I'm dying in jail, not here!

What are you going on about?

Bugger off!

I just got here.

And I've got a bone to pick with you lot after three years in Palmerston North.

How's that got anything to do with us?

I had to leave town because of your bloody ex -wife spreading it around that

was a narc.

Well, you were.

I had to leave my home, my business, and fear of my life. You didn't have a home

or a business.

The Galleria.

Anyway, the point is, there I am in Palmerston North, laying low, and into

local walks that bitch Monica.

I thought, hello, that's it.

I'm Nickaroonied.

But you know what?

She walks over and laughs in my face. Turns out she didn't say nothing to

nobody. She just made all that shit up because she was pissed off with you

you. Well, if you'd ask. Three bloody years of my life wasted in Palmerston,

bloody north.

Well, what have you got to say for yourselves, eh?

Oh, my God, Grandpa? You owe me, and not just an apology.

Grandpa?

What about Palmerston North?

So did he say anything about her?

Nope. You didn't even ask him?

No.

God, that whole sandwich thing? It was so a sign.

What, the way they were cutting the triangles?

No, the way he reacted.

And did you see the mandarins with all the white stringy bits taken off?

She so has to be his secret lover.

If a woman paid that much attention to the art of a song, it's just to match in

the type of attention the vanatron will be getting.

Are you saying that I don't give the Mighty Munt the right kind of attention

because I don't make your lunch?

No, of course not, baby. No, never.

So should we go round for a visit?

No. Oh, come on. Don't you want to meet her?

Yeah, but, you know, maybe we should just give them some space.

Not just a teeny -weeny bit curious?

Ben will introduce us when he's ready.

Surprise!

Hey!

I just thought we'd bring over a little happy flatmate warmie.

Something for the lady of the house? Oh.

Oh, my God.

Angel.

Oh, hello, Monty.

Look, I'll just tuck this away and I'll be right with you.

Hello.

Monty, you know her?

Oh, I've been to some work for her. Well, then she is your flatmate.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I just had a chill.

Oh, and a lone shell. Not a gay thing.

Okay.

Angel's house got sold. She needed somewhere to stay and she pretty liked

housework, so... Making awesome lunches. Yes.

What is so wrong about that?

Hey. You look great.

I'm not dressed up.

You still look great.

I can't come out.

You okay?

Grandpa's gone to hospital. He's had a turn.

Oh, shit, no. That's terrible.

So I can't go out to dinner.

No, no, no. I understand.

Do you want a drink?

Did you sleep with Cherie?

Who the hell told you that?

Regan. I thought I told you to stay away from that piece of shit.

Hello? I went to take the money back like you wanted.

Well?

I, uh... I picked Cherie up one night for soliciting. And you screwed her

instead of charging her.

Look, I was young and foolish, okay?

It was a big mistake.

She was 15. You were a cop.

Oh, come on, Pascal. This is Cherie we're talking about, not some bloody...

Yeah, I know that.

She tried to blackmail me.

Look, the two of them, they're peas in a pod.

And he's a devoted brother, all right.

The kind who'd knock off your husband if you asked him to.

What husband?

Sri was married to a bloke by the name of Garth Loder.

Yeah?

And he went fishing with Nicky, but Nicky was the only one who came back.

No way.

I was in on the investigation, Pascal.

Then why isn't he in jail?

Because we could never prove it.

Look,

the guy's sick. Okay, I mean, you'd have to be sick to fuck your own sister.

Nikki fucked Sheree.

Oh, come on, Pascal. You never noticed how... You never noticed how close Nikki

and Sheree are? They're brother and sister.

Oh, darling, they are way closer than that.

I've got to go.

Wait, we could order in. No, I really don't feel like doing that. Wait,

No, I ate now. I just hurt.

So do you think it's possible that Nicky burned Cherie?

I don't want to think about it.

Okay.

Do you think it's possible?

Almost certainly.

100 % definite, in fact.

God, it just grosses me out and makes me sick. Did you seriously not notice that

they had weird spatial issues?

How could you be so blind?

You don't have to be blind to not see what's going on right in front of you if

it's behind your back.

How could they?

Well, I guess you'd know.

I don't. It's not like you haven't done it with your brother.

Brandon Gibbs was only my half -brother. Yeah, but you still slept with him.

Yeah, but I didn't mean to.

And I've never, ever, ever tried to kill anybody.

I guess not.

Unless you count Milt.

I did not murder Milt. Not like Nicky and Cherie.

Zane says they actually murdered her husband.

Yes, old news.

You knew?

Yeah, a tidy little accident to collect insurance money.

And you just stood by and let me go on living with a murderer?

No, I did try to warn you about him. Well, you should have tried harder.

Well, like, did you accuse me of being a psycho?

Well, you are a psycho for not telling me. Okay, fine, whatever.

What does it matter now? You're on with a monthly cop and Nicky's out of your

life. So why do you even care?

I don't.

I don't care.

Okay, good.

Yeah, it is.

Well, I only got the Galleria.

That thieving coconut.

Why him? You weren't here.

I've been turned off on false pretenses.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

Just to me.

We've sold it.

Eh? Who to?

Don't know. Don't care.

Oh, well, that's lovely, isn't it?

Well, what do you want me to do about it, Eric?

Well, I would have thought a little bit of kindness wasn't asking too much,

Cheryl.

A meal.

A bed for the night.

There's no room at the inn, Eric. Well, with the old man in the hospital, I

could dosh down on the caravan.

What a him and I remunerate, eh?

That's a bloody... I'm all right. I'm not a cripple.

Back already.

Oh, Grandpa, you're OK.

Still on the way out.

Old fool discharged himself.

Place was full of yarpies. Can't trust them to diagnose anything.

Can we get you anything?

I want a party.

Eh?

You'll give me a good send -off when the time comes, but while I was waiting

around for those boars, I thought, bugger it, do it now.

You want a funeral?

I want a shindig with sausage rolls, Cheerios, a proper spread.

And I'll be letting everyone know the contents of my will. Ted, you're being

dramatic. I'm going away next week, and I won't be coming out, and this is what

I want.

Fine with me, old man.

What did you rather do?

Best you get some rest, then. Come on. No time for rest. But I could go a

bath. I'll sponge you down good and proper. Don't you worry about that.

Okay.

Well, if it keeps the old bastard happy.

So Ted's down for a long stretch, is he?

What do you mean by that, Eric?

Well, there might be a bit of room after all.

I never want to see this or you ever again because you are sick and terrible

person. What? I'm sorry I ever met you. Haskell, what the fuck is going on?

Grandpa is planning his funeral now. Happy?

Why would I be happy? He's going to jail where he's convinced he's going to die

and he's going to jail because of you so I guess that makes you a double killer.

Okay, now I'm really confused.

I know all about how you murdered Sheree's husband.

Fucking Gerard.

I suppose you're going to deny that. Okay, I am in no way a murderer.

I'm sure all murderers say that.

I didn't kill Garth. So Sheree did?

No, she didn't. Then how did he end up dead?

Was it for the insurance money?

Or were you just jealous because he was sleeping with Sheree?

For Christ's sake.

Are you going to deny that too?

No, I'm not.

Oh my God, that is so revolting. You have to hear me out. No, there's nothing

that you can say that can change that.

Well, you want to know the truth. I already get that you're the more fucked

the head than I thought you were.

You remember that thing I told you about how our mother took off and left us

with her boyfriend?

You're the pithead? Yeah. So this is all his fault?

Okay.

One day I came home. I was nearly 13. Shree was just 14.

And I found him with her.

Doing what?

Stuff. What kind of stuff?

For Christ's sake, Pascal. He had his pants down. He was holding her by the

hair. Do you really want the details?

I fought him off and I got her out of there. And we hid under the house until

passed out.

When we went back, he was dead.

How?

He had his head on the toilet.

Choked on his vomit.

We both freaked. We figured we'd get the blame.

So we took off.

We broke into a batch. We stayed there and drank all the booze and waited for

them to come and get us.

We slept in the same bed.

I know it's wrong and you're fucked up, but all we had was each other.

So what happened?

After a few days, the cops found us.

I got sent to a boy's home. Cherie got put into foster care.

She ran away.

Well, you still should not have pushed Cherie's husband out of a boat.

Gerard doesn't know shit.

Well, Cherie got the insurance money, didn't she?

Yeah. Yeah, so then what did happen?

It was a long time ago, okay, and it was an accident.

Look, I'm not going to be able to believe you if you can't tell me the

I can't, okay?

Well, then I don't believe anything.

What about downstairs?

It's cosy down there. You come anywhere near my room, I'll rip your nuts off.

There's a bloody welcome.

You can piss off any time, Eric.

Listen to her. Hard as nails.

We're full up, Eric.

Oh, I've missed your cooking, Cheryl.

I've missed you all.

Thought about you.

Especially you, Cher. Yeah, it's great, Eric. And after dinner, you can get

going, eh?

So how have you all been, then? Good. Have you heard from Wolf lately?

No.

Kids are all well, aren't they?

Yep.

And Van's got his own business, I hear.

Takes after his Uncle Eric.

When I had a business.

before it was ripped from under me.

And Pascal, always a picture of loveliness.

And this one, having a sprog.

Wouldn't have thought anyone would go near her.

But kids, they're a blessing, aren't they? Especially yours, Chesire.

What?

Anyone think I just shat on my plate?

Eric, Wayne and I had a baby a month ago, a little boy.

Bloody brilliant. Where is the little tyke?

He died.

Okay, keep going.

I've got a job on.

You're on.

Okay.

Jesus, Cheryl, talk about opening my mouth to change feet.

No, no, no, it's okay, Eric.

Any chance of pudding?

Hello?

Hey, Van.

Is Angel here?

Anthony, I've planted a deafening and two birds paradise to remind you of me.

Nicky?

I need a favour.

Now, you know I don't do freebies. Not that kind of favour.

Let's take this outside.

Do I get anything in Grandpa's will?

How would I know?

You're the executor. Yeah, but I don't know what's in his will.

I bet you probably get everything, and the people who actually care about him

get nothing.

There is nothing. I thought you didn't know.

Hello? I really need to see you.

I just want to clarify something.

I've said all I wanted to say. One more chance, okay?

After that, I'll leave you alone.

I promise.

It's Pascal.

Come in, please.

Hi. Hi.

How are you?

I'm Angel.

I live with Van. Yeah, she's my flatmate.

You wanted me to meet Vance Flammett?

No, I wanted you to meet Garth Loader. Who?

Uh, he's dead.

No, he isn't. He's right here.

Is this some kind of weird joke?

No.

This is Garth. Boz.

Cherie's husband.

No, Cherie wouldn't marry a drag queen.

Oh, oh, oh. You were married to Cherie? Yes, darling.

Look, are we done here? When were you married to Cherie?

Look, it was a long time ago, Banny, and I promise you, we never did it.

I've never responded to pussy in that way. I get that Trey is sick and twisted

in so many ways, but I'm sorry. She would never have married her.

Tell her, okay?

I used to be a farmhand in Rotorua. A short version.

This is my story. Do you want me to tell her or not?

Anyway... Always being a bit of a night owl, I started working at a bar called

The Lucky Seaman.

That's where I met Cherie. We both had dreams, and our dreams needed money, so

we got married.

For convenience, darling.

So, Garth conveniently drowned on a fishing trip with Tricky Nicky, and I

on a boat in Tauranga and worked my passage to Sydney.

And boy, did I work my passage.

But then came King's Cross, and oh my God, the freedom to be angelic. Okay, I

think we get the picture.

So Garth isn't dead.

He most certainly is.

And we will never speak of him again.

Angel's taking a big risk here. Am I fucking what? And if I go down for this,

I'm going to make sure we're sharing a cell.

Okay, but nobody's dead, eh?

Insurance fraud.

We split the money three ways.

That's the truth.

You can do what you like with her. She bloody better not.

It's okay, I won't say anything about you.

You really suit that colour.

Thank you.

Something for your grandpa.

You don't have to say what it's from.

Oh, God, that's so nice.

How's he doing?

Okay.

What I told you about the Greganes, it upset you, didn't it?

Oh, no.

As a cop, sometimes I forget.

I guess after a while, we don't shock so easy.

Oh, no, I thought about it, and it's okay.

Really? Mm -hmm. Personally, I don't find murder or incest all that okay.

Well... People do all sorts of things for all sorts of different reasons.

And, you know, maybe it's more complicated than it seems.

In what way?

Oh, I don't know.

But, you know, it's not important, so why talk about it?

Yeah, great.

Works for me.

Well, I've got to go to this thing now.

Maybe I'll see you later.

Shit! Whoa!

What are you doing here?

What can best guys like you do?

Jesus! You didn't even tell me this.

What are you doing?

Let's go.

Oh, thank Christ.

I have a real aversion to cops, especially that one.

He's a prick, eh?

What, do you even recognise him?

That is so sweet of you to say.

But there's one thing about Garth I couldn't change.

Your cock.

Couldn't you... My fingerprints, Van. I couldn't change my fingerprints.

That's why I don't drive.

Garth had a wee record.

But let's not talk about him.

No. Then we'd better get inside, eh?

I'll be in it for sure.

After all the time I've spent with that man.

I spent a lot more time with him. And he still owes me 500 for a shameful loss

at poker.

bloody time. Oi, shut it you lot.

Righto, I think you all know why you're here.

I'm going away, I won't be coming out.

And I've seen enough funerals to know that things go pear -shaped the moment

coffin is in the ground.

Or in my case, when the chimney coughs.

I've told Jethro it's my wish to be cremated and my ashes to be scattered

Avondale Racecourse. Over the finishing line when the winner takes the cup in

November.

Now, my most prized possession goes to a very dear friend of mine.

Name of Wayne Judd.

I know my vintage pawn collection will be in good hands.

I also want a certain debt to be settled.

25 grand plus interest to be paid to my granddaughter, Pascal.

I tried to put things right on that score, but best laid plans and all that.

The rest of our estate will be divided into two even shares.

It would have been a different story if things had been better with young Tamer

Theodore.

But...

There are some things in this life you can't control.

Not fair.

But that's how it goes.

So, the first share goes to my lovely Nari.

I love her.

And that's all there is to it.

The other share goes to a young lady I have a special soft spot for.

My little great -granddaughter, Jane.

Jane? She was born with a twinkle in her eye.

And with what little I have, may that twinkle shine on.

That's all I've got to say.

Thanks to Cheryl and Wayne for the spread. And enjoy yourselves.

Grandpa, that was so amazing. And even though I know you don't have 25 grand,

just the fact that you were thinking so much of me.

I wasn't really.

No, but you were.

I'm a man of the word, that's all.

Oh, and it's amazing.

I need a slash.

You should say hello to your rich new niece.

I'll give Jane her bath now, eh?

Congratulations, Jane. It'll be two -fifths of fuck all.

Hey, um, we need to talk about Hoochie.

No need.

Look, you want to make changes, I know.

No, I don't.

So you do what you like. I went out.

Really? Yeah. I want to try something new.

Like what?

No idea.

I'll think of something. But, you know, it's over to you.

Hey, who's that talking to Pascal?

That's Van's new flatmate.

If I hadn't have followed my heart, I might as well have drowned.

Well, it was still wrong and also bad.

All I know is Nikki must care about a certain someone a whole lot to risk all

this.

Why can't you tell me upstairs?

Can't have any prior night.

What?

Don't open it until my time is up.

What is it?

A private Eldorado.

Gold? Not exactly.

So what is it?

You'll find out, but not until our clerk had understood.

Grandpa, you have to cut this crap about dying, OK?

Understood.

Sure.

Might be long now, anyhow.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Well, you know, the whole wake thing and then Grandpa talking about Toma.

Oh, fine.

What a bad speech by the old bastard.

Yeah.

Because even though he doesn't seem to care about the people he should care

about, he actually does.

You know, maybe some guys who seem good, well, maybe they're not really.

You know, and some bad guys, maybe they're good underneath.

Like Dad.

What about him? Well, did you know that he was good even though he looked bad,

but in a good way?

Didn't pan out so well, I did it.

But then there's Wayne, and he looks good, and he is good, and that's also

But I think sometimes you have to look at what people do and see that maybe

that's what's good.

No matter what people say.

You have to trust your instincts, don't you?

Yeah, possibly.

Oh, my God, thank you. Oh, I so love our mother -daughter tits.

You're welcome.

Pascale.

I'm sorry I doubted you, okay?

Uh... Do you want to come in?

Deep down, I know that you're a good person, and you're not a killer and all

that. I know that you really do want to make things right.

That's all I've ever wanted.

I am sorry.

I'm glad you get that.

I know.

And I've been blaming you for so many things, like Grandpa going to jail, but

actually, he did that job for me to get my money back.

Yep. Partly.

So it's not all your fault.

Even if Grandpa might die in jail.

He's a tough old guy.

I wish I could believe that.

If only we could turn the clock back.

You're telling me.

But we can't. And it's really unclear. That's just how it is. You don't have to

go. I do.

You've made things really clear.

But if Grandpa dies because of you and also because of me, then that is huge.

It's the hugest.

So I need to really commit to him and to his memory. Not to anyone else ever.

Okay, so I'm really sorry. And have a good life and all of that. But I've got

go. Bye.

Didn't think you guys would finish up so early.

Oh, well, actually, it is all going. I just wanted to come and tell you

something. Yeah?

We need to take a break.

On, like, a holiday?

No. Look, you're a really lovely guy and all that stuff.

It's me, OK? And it's life and also everything. And I'm just really, really

stressed out about Grandpa going to jail.

And if I could change that, I would. You know that.

Yeah, I know.

Everything's whirring around in my head right now and I just don't think I can

focus on a relationship.

Is it coming to do with Gregor?

No.

No, I just really, totally need to focus on Grandpa.

So this is just a temporary thing?

Mm.

Yeah.

OK.

Come on, then, let's have it. I'm happy with the split, aren't you? No, Ted.

It's all this talk about dying.

I can't bloody stand it.

I don't care about the stupid money.

You expect me to believe that?

I care about you, you old fool.

I can't do anything about my fate.

I just want to enjoy what time I've got left with you.

My hot lovely.

My spicy tamale.

What would you like, my love?

Or the special?

The special.

Why not?

Okay.

God. I knew about Mr. Joyce, Morris, Lovedale and Warwick Kingy, but not

Gladys Kruger and seven others.

Who are they?

His bogus pensions.

Oh, the old bastard.

Yeah, he is.

The prick.

What? He has 10 TAB accounts. I thought he only had one.

He's not funny, Hayden. All these years he's been playing poor, scrounging off

me, when actually he is worth... How much? I don't know.

Not yet.

You devious old bastard.

Thought I told you to wait until I was dead. How have you managed to keep so

much a secret all this time?

I have my ways.

Your gotten money attracts no attention if it's left alone.

And I told you to keep your mitts off until they'd scattered me ashes.

Oh, Grandpa, you're not going to die. And you're worth a fucking fortune.

At the hospital, the Yarpie reckoned I had a heart thingy.

Reckoned I'd need tests.

Bullshit. No point in taking them. I'm gone anyway.

Is this for real?

I should have bloody known you'd open it just so like her. You really could cack

it.

Jane's well settled, so what's the problem?

Arsehole's Anonymous is next door.

I need you to do something.

Pretty sure I don't want to do anything for you anytime, anywhere.

What if it was mutually beneficial?

Look at that.

Lefty Munro with a tasty bit of skirt we've met on a job in the manner of two.

That don't make skirt like that in Parma anymore, I can tell you.

Better not let Nari see that one.

No, Grandpa, you can't destroy your precious memories.

You don't have to do anything.

I do.

I want my house in order. You're not going to jail.

Not anymore.

Bugger off. I'm ready to face what's coming. Well, get unready. The cops are

offering to lessen the charges on compassionate grounds.

Given your age... Don't you try and off -soap me.

I'm just saying they'll go for a plea bargain.

Why?

Because they can and they have.

Soap. Your dream.

Load of shit.

I'm not going to die in jail.

Doesn't look like it.

Oh, shit!

Give it back.

Okay, maybe you are dying, but do you have any idea how much you're worth?

Hand it over.

No, I'm the executor for Jane.

I'm not going to jail.

Since when?

Since now.

What about your heart condition?

They've got pills for that.

Operations. I will have the test.

So, hand it over.

You say a word about this, and I will give you a new definition for misery.

So do you think he will get home detention?

Yeah, it looks likely, yeah.

Thank you, Jethro.

Don't thank me.

If Ted is here, then I'll be here for him all the way.

What do you mean?

His home is my home.

But can't his home be your home?

Whatever I might think.

Ted is very attached to all of you. And little Jane.

Oh, really?

Uh -huh.

I totally believe in miracles. Thank you so much.

Yeah, look, I was helpful, as all.

But, uh, it wasn't a miracle.

Nicky handed himself in.

Do we have a deal?

So, all of a sudden, you're the good guy here.

My client had seen the error of his way. Cut the shit.

I don't want to see the old man go down when he shouldn't have to.

Do we have a deal?

He gave himself up for Grandpa.

That is amazing.

No, I don't think he did it for Grandpa.

Really?

Yeah.

I can't believe you did this.

Whatever it takes.

I told you.

This is huge.

And you wanted it.

And it's all I had left to show you.

Oh, my God.

Well, I don't care about the time. I just want you to know how much you mean

me. How much I love you.

I get that.

I so get that.

That's all that matters to me.

I so love you too.

Fuck, really?

I love you, Nicky Gregan. I always have and I always will.

I won't be out.

Not for a long time.

I'll wait for you.

As long as it takes. However long.