All language subtitles for Outrageous Fortune s06e01 What a Rash and Bloody Deed Is This

She is my daughter. No, no, no, she's my
daughter and I know what she needs. You

get to visit her whenever you like and
you can have every other weekend.

How the fuck is that fair? You two are
planning on being together?

Why don't you get married?

Cannot let her get away with it. If we
go to court, she'll win.

What's the plan?

Want to marry me? Apparently certain
calls were made by a lawyer claiming

I've been harassing you. If you don't
go, then I'm going to get a restraining

order. Christ almighty, Cheryl, we had a
son.

Do you remember that?

Do you think I could forget that? I
can't live in this fucking silence,

I live in a... I take you, Hayden, to be
my legal husband.

I, Hayden, take you, Loretta, to be my
legal wife. Great, and we're done here.

We're entitled to search these premises.

How the fuck could you turn up at a time
like this? That is offensive language,

and you're under arrest.

Take him as well. Leave her alone, you
prick. Let go.

Let her go.

Let her go, you fuck.

Fuckin' asshole.

out, you bastards.

Cops aren't here, Van. They broke the
table.

Oh, technically that was Van.

Well, yeah, only because the cops
attacked me. The bastards?

Yeah, the bastards. We need to clean up.
You start in here.

Well, no, the cops should be the ones
cleaning up because they trashed the

place. The bastards? Yeah, the bastards.

What is that?

Cops.

Fuck!

Hello?

Oh, Ross.

I was just keeping an eye on the place
for you.

Oh, hey, hey.

Welcome back.

G'day, Cheryl.

Good to see you.

What are you doing here?

Well, I just happened to catch the
weekend news about a certain stabbing in

Auckland at a Copland hospital.

And there's me thinking some peehead's
done it this time, but bugger me if it's

not my old mate Cheryl West. Look, I'm
not on bloody pee. Of course not. And it

wasn't a stabbing. It was a broken
bottle, and I didn't mean to break it.

good stuff, Cheryl, and we'll get to
that.

We'll get to that.

Well, happy to represent.

No, no, I've already got someone off the
list.

You do realise the gravity of this,
Cheryl. I mean, the assault charge,

just the beginning.

I said we'd hire him. He's a QC.

Which means he's quite competent.

Yeah, and quite fucking costly.

Oh,

a couple of your experts roast Cheryl
and we'll call it a discount.

Quite fucking costly.

Anyway, we've got to be in court soon,
so come on.

I saw Red.

When he took Pascal, right? And then I
tried to help him, but that's when he

pulled the fucking gun. Yeah, all great
stuff, Cheryl, but the judge won't give

him money. What, he shot my daughter and
that doesn't mean anything? That's a

formality, really. I just want to get
out of here and see her.

We'll have you in and out in no time,
Cheryl.

In case you needed something in the
night. The nurse said it was okay.

She's such a stupid Carol. She's a
caring professional.

If she was a caring professional, then
she would realise that no way could you

ever be my boyfriend.

She must have got that wrong. Just
language difficulties.

Maybe she should go back to the
Philippines and you should go back to

Creepyville. Babe, don't upset yourself.

Shit, what time is it? Breakfast came
and I took the low -fat option for

Shit.

What, did you want the macaroni instead?

No, I meant to get caught. Van's
supposed to pick me up. You can't leave.

need care.

I know there's lots of stupid dummies in
here.

What are you doing?

Taking this stupid drip out.

Oh, whoa.

Did you bring my button through top?

Yes, but there's been heaps to do.

Van, can you help me get dressed?

No, let me.

Yeah, yeah, he can do it. Van, you're my
brother. No, I don't want to see a

bully. I don't mind, honest.

Van, if you don't help me get dressed,
I'm going to break your fingers.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, my God, I think we've missed him.

Detective, excuse me.

Mum! We have no comment at this time.

Sweetheart. Sweetheart, what are you
doing here?

Oh, shit, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?
Hey, hey, see that?

There's my sister, right there. And if
anyone's a criminal, it's not my mum,

It's Gerard.

Detective Gerard. He shot my sister
through the tit, man.

Hey, through the tit!

A West Auckland woman accused of
assaulting a police officer was released

bail. Excuse me. We have no comment at
this time.

Oh, Wilshire, you're on the news.

Might need to get used to that. You're
famous now.

I'll bugger that for a joke.

Dealing's outside the court. We're
running high.

If anyone's a criminal, it's not my mum,
OK?

It's Gerard, Detective Gerard. He shot
my sister through the tit.

Did you have to say through the tip?

Well, you'd prefer Brad Pitt, boobie,
chesticle.

Come on, guys. Let's sit up and eat, eh?

No, no, no. Turn it off. No.

House of Holy Hooters.

Oh, hi.

Hello.

Oh, hi. Did you see me on the TV?

Cheryl. No.

Can I let you out? Yeah.

I'll let Ted know when I'm next in Mount
Eden.

Yes, bastard.

Vindictive. Putting an old man in prison
because a certain person couldn't keep

her temper.

Hey, Myrie, it's not Mum's fault.

Hey, can we just shut up and eat,
please?

There's Van West here.

And you are?

Bailey Wilson, your lawyer.

You were meant to call me about your
appearance.

Bailey.

Uh, yeah, I was busy. Van, go talk to
your lawyer.

Thanks, Mrs. West. I can give you some
support for her. Come on in, lady.

Jethro.

Long time no see.

Yeah. You know that girl? Yeah.

Nice girl.

She got an A for party. Fuck, that's all
we need.

I'm not guilty.

Not one bit of guilty.

Well, you still need to appear to say
that.

Yeah, but the cops!

They should pay, you know, shooting
with... Sister, and arresting everyone?

Well, do you want to tell me about that?

Well, I can't now.

I'm too stressed. I can't concentrate.

Are you going to share that around?

What you smoked there?

I've even inhaled.

Oh, man, how come you got the cool
lawyer? Brian, I got the whole guy off

list. What, you were arrested at the
same time?

Fucking sure was.

Well, why don't you tell me about it?

You know that I will be scared for life,
eh?

I don't care.

Don't you?

If I was there, you know what I would
do?

What?

I'd be kissing you.

Where? Starting with your lips.

Mm -hmm.

Moving down your neck.

Mm -hmm.

To your breast.

Even with a stitch.

I'm kissing you better.

Mm -hmm.

All the way down.

Mm -hmm.

Mum says that to... Oh!

God, are you playing with yourself? I am
having private time with my fiancé.

Okay.

Bloody superlative, that roast.

Yeah, I haven't forgotten the discount,
please. Oh, God love you, Cheryl.

See you.

See you, Desi.

Did it go okay? The wank fest?

Screw you.

Now, Nicky says that Gerard should be
charged for what he did.

Yeah, someone should get him.

And the cops.

They should pay too because they tucked
us out the house and they tagged out the

front. Do you really want the cops all
over us again?

I don't give a shit, man.

They should pay. We should fucking do
them. No, no. What we're doing is

There's been enough shit going down
around here. I want it to stop right

Well, I still reckon... No, no, no. I
said no.

I don't want any of you in any more
trouble over me. Is that fucking clear

enough for you?

Okay.

Eric's not here.

I can still smell him.

He's gone through my stuff. All the cops
have gone through my stuff. What do

they expect to find down here?

Doesn't matter now.

We're going to have weeks of Pascal the
Martyr, Van going clear -shaped.

Why did Mum have to go and lose her rag?

God, I hope she can take Jane tomorrow.

There's a spare bedroom at your place.

What's that got to do with anything?
Well, I could use it as an office.

There's no rush, is there?

The less time I spend with my nut bar
family, the better.

Well, the crazier it gets around here,
the less work that I get done.

Well, that's important now.

Well, work is what makes the world go
round.

Along with money.

I prefer sex.

Okay.

You don't have to do that.

Oh, yes, I do.

Believe me.

Feels like I've been away for ages.

Yeah.

You know, I keep playing it back over
like a tape in my head that afternoon.

What I said to you.

No, no, it wasn't okay.

Are we still here, Emma?

Don't you want to talk about it? No.

Do you want to talk about it? No.

No, I don't want to talk about it.

Angel! They cleaned us out!

They took the toaster. It was Desiree
and Chester.

Who took the toaster? It was my toaster
and they're helping me shift.

Whoa, whoa.

Chef, where?

Sweetie, I can't stay here. The cops are
all over your family. It's just too

close for comfort. I mean, what if
someone recognises me?

So you're moving out?

Van, I know you'll miss me. How am I
going to make toast?

I know it's hard, but you could always
pop them in the oven.

Yeah? Yeah.

Look, I don't want to leave you, but I
can't go to jail, and I never, ever give

it away.

Yeah, good.

What about the rent?

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Well, it'd be better for me.

I'll be back in touch.

I've seen his things. Slow down.

Yeah, there's your googie egg. Here's
some toast.

Do I get one?

Yep.

Do I get one?

No, because you're not a toddler or
scout for life.

What do you call three bloody years in
Palmerston North?

Oh, it's a happy family scene.

Do you like your breakfast?

Let's do it there.

Bye -bye, gorgeous.

You're a good girl.

Wayne Judd speaking.

Yeah. Hi and bye.

Had a bit of news.

It's not good news.

In fact, on a scale of news, it's pretty
much the worst.

Oh, come on, Dad. Spit it out.

Gerard has died.

Oh, my fucking God. There were
complications, apparently, from blood

Detective Bell would like for you to
accompany us down to the station. Mrs.

West, if you don't mind.

Actually, she does mind.

Dad, I've got to go.

I'll meet you at the station.

What's going on? They're harassing Mum
again. She doesn't have to go anywhere.

She does.

Sure west you are charged with the
murder of Detective Sergeant Zane

No, he can't be dead. He was in the
hospital. That's serious, but stable.

You have the right to remain silent, but
anything you do say will be taken in

evidence. You have the right to instruct
and consult a lawyer without delay.

Took the toaster.

I can't get this thing to work, man.

You put the bread in? There's nothing to
tell you when it's ready.

It's not our status work, Brian.

Oh, that sucks.

You know who I blame for this?

Angel? No.

Gerard.

It's all his fault. What?

Gerard went and died. I think we've
established that, Van.

But he was in hospital.

So it's the doctor's fault.

Yeah, all the nurses. Some of them are
so useless.

So they did it.

The doctors.

Or the nurses.

Maybe he caught a virus, you know.
Hospitals are full of them. It's the

fucking place to go when you're sick,
man.

See?

Tell the cops.

Tell them what?

It's the hospital's fault.

Well, because you and Munter said so.

Yeah, and Pat's girl, and she was all
met the nurse.

Well, the police must think they've got
a case.

Otherwise they wouldn't have charged
her. She did bottle him and he did die.

guess that's the way they see it.

And whose side are you on? I'm just
saying.

What? Look, Dez is onto it, all right?
So we leave it to him.

Will she get bail? It's murder, not
shoplifting.

She's not exactly dangerous.

No, she is if you leave a bong on the
bench. God, this is going to go on for

months, and Des is going to cost a
fucking fortune.

Oh, my God, I can't believe you're
thinking of money at a time like this.

Des isn't in this for love.

Mum's not working, and it's not as if
you're any use. I'm in debt.

You do own Mum's business, so I guess
you do owe her. Well, you're not exactly

poor. You're not exactly generous.

Well, I'm going to put in everything I
have to help Mum.

Oh, great.

So that's a few old G -strings and $2
.50.

God, you can be a bitch sometimes.

And you are unemployed all of the time.
Okay, guys, just call it.

Now, look.

I'll put in all of my money from this
week.

Hmm. Fantastic.

Well, it's for Mum, eh? Yeah.

So you'd better get out to Massey
Heights and start building that gazebo.

Well, no, I can't work at a time like
this.

Huh? expect to give money to mum if you
don't go out and earn any?

Well, you don't need to be all fucking
mean about it. She is mean. It's called

being practical.

And if we really want to help mum, we'd
better shift our lazy arses and get on

with it, hadn't we?

An officer is dead.

And you have no comment about what you
were thinking at all?

You've already got a statement.

I was worried about my daughter.

So worried you needed to attack him with
a bottle?

Stab him in the neck?

I panicked.

You were angry at that moment.

And you wanted him dead.

I... Look, you've got a statement.

She's got nothing more to say. The
charges have changed.

We're aware of that.

So you've got nothing more to say about
this?

What you were thinking and feeling at
the time you caused this man's death?

Um... I'm very sorry.

You've got the statement.

This is over.

She has nothing more to say.

That's right.

Fine.

You've done nothing wrong here.

But he's dead.

Well, that's unfortunate.

But it's manslaughter at the most.

The cops are just...

Russian blood to the heat. Yeah, here's
one of their own.

Oh, it's a big one, all right. I mean,
the media will be all over it.

But we can handle it, no worries.

Can't we, Cheryl?

Sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, Loretta's a cow.

Mm -hm.

What the fuck is a gazebo, anyway?

Like a conservatory, Bert.

Well, but that's like real buildings.

Well, I can't do real building when I'm
worrying about her mum.

I know.

Well, she's not your mum, bro.

Yeah, but you're my brother, which kind
of makes you like my mother.

Shit.

Yeah, but she's been more of a mum to me
than my actual mum. No, no, no.

Cop car.

Well, they can't do us for speedy men.
There's no one in them.

Yeah, I know.

Well, you're going to show the cops
then. You don't miss with my life.

Resting my mum, shooting my sister.

Hey,

check this out.

Some old pig's having his 40th down at
the local police bar.

You know who pays for it? Who?

Taxpayers like us.

Do we pay tax?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Loretta makes us.

You know what?

It's up to you, birthday pig.

What the hell?

What do we do now?

Well, we'll wipe it down, and then we'll
sell it.

Yeah, but you're just pissed, innit?
Yep.

Yeah, but now your DNA's in there. Look
all over the fucking seat. Nah, DNA's in

jizz, not piss.

Bro, it's not exactly the same, but
nearly.

Well, yeah, so it's not DNA.

Yeah, but similar.

Eh?

What, like, P -N -A?

Probably.

Yeah.

OK, but, like, the cops, they don't know
that I took it.

So they won't be looking for my P &A.

We flicked this, bro.

Sweet.

They should have been there by now, and
I will definitely keep in touch.

Go to sleep!

Ben is so hopeless.

Why did Gerard have to go and die now?

I guess there's never a good time for
it. I mean, I know she's annoying

sometimes, but she's not a murderer.

And all this is so going to cost, even
if no one else wants to see it. All this

chipping in bullshit. What that means is
you, me, and Jethro, because everyone

else is so pissed useless.

Me?

You are part of this family.

I only joined it two minutes ago.

You don't get out of it that easily.

Um, I've got certain cash flow
difficulties at the moment.

You're right.

I'm not joking here.

What about excellence?

There's no more marketing.

We're winding up.

You've got your junk mail.

Direct marketing. Junk mail.

And the rest homes.

I sold out of the direct marketing.

Why? And I had to cut the sisters in on
the rest homes.

Those lazy Catholic cows.

What's it got to do with them?

Well, it was either pay up or go to
court over the estate.

For now, I fell out.

No, you don't.

It's kind of being forced by the bank.

A mortgagee sale. Yeah, but it's just a
temporary sale. Uh, losing a house?

Fairly fucking permanent.

Look, the mortgage is a bit steep. And
were you ever planning on telling me

this? I just did.

How about before we got married? Whoa,
whoa, hang on, hang on. There's about

three seconds between proposing and I
do. You're just having to slip your

We were getting married for Jane, not
for money.

We can work something out.

We can?

Yeah.

Well, you're here now. We do need a
place for Jane. You expect me?

No, that is not what I'm saying. Jesus
Christ!

The point is, Loretta, we are now man
and wife.

Three grand.

You know what this is?

It's a cop car.

It is a pig machine.

This is a car of a humble constable who
does good works for the community.

No, he's just throwing a party. Some pig
was turning 40.

What's the speed limit around schools?

No, that's 50.

No, 40.

You see how hard the constable has to
work to raise awareness.

Otherwise people will go driving
around... Whatever man, a pig's a pig,

And if they're going to charge my mum
with murder... Murder?

Draft, pardon?

When? Last night.

Oh dear lord in heaven.

Hey, where are you going? Far, far away
from here.

Okay, two.

Two what? Two grand for the car.

Do you want vengeance to rain like rocks
upon me?

1 ,500.

If the police were angry before, there'd
be a sea of raging blue fury now.

What, over a car?

No, over Sergeant Gerard. I would not
take a cop car off you now or any other

member of your West family, even if you
gave it to me. Yeah, I get it.

You get what?

He's just saying this so that we give
him the car.

No, I'm not.

Okay, look, 800.

I don't want the car.

500 then, but that's my last offer. Man,
you moron, I don't want it. Filani!

Buy the fucking car!

But I don't think he wants the car.
Yeah, maybe.

He's not the only prince in town.

God. Look, I know Des is steep, but if
you don't... I want an annulment.

Of what?

My marriage.

So Hayden couldn't get it up, eh? Oh,
don't be gross, Jethro. See, non

-consummation used to be ground... No,
this is fraud. False pretenses. Finding

out that my husband is about to become a
homeless loser, as well as a big fat

liar. And if he expects me to bail him
out... Oh.

What? Oh.

So he is losing the house.

You knew?

Well, I knew things weren't good.

I gave him a bit of advice about this
crap with his sisters.

You didn't think to tell me about this?

No, it's his business. No, now it is my
business.

Yeah, well, you wanted to marry him. Boo
-hoo, tough shit.

That's your expert legal advice.

Yeah, pretty much.

Jethro, this is a breach of contract.

God, Luke, get over it. Hayden will
bounce back.

What about excellence?

What about it? Well, doesn't it owe him
money and me?

Yeah, look, I haven't quite worked out
the final picture for all that yet.

I should have known I'd get no help from
you, or cash.

Why would I give cash to a whining
little bitch?

Fuck you, Jethro. No, fuck you, Loretta,
because if you leave Hayden now, you

want to think you're really going to
hurt.

Jane. No, another person known as our
mother, who's in a whole heap more shit

than you at the moment, so suck it up.

Hey.

Okay, how's the kids?

Fine. How about them?

Stop worrying about them.

I can't help it. I mean, what if they do
something stupid and Van's got that

crap lawyer?

It's OK. You're going to be out of here
soon.

Yeah, right.

I keep thinking it can't

be true.

I can't believe he's dead.

He didn't mean it to go like this, yeah.

No, I did what I did, and he's dead.

Stop, Cheryl. No, no, no.

What you said before about Tama, you
were right.

I was a mess.

I was a fucking screw -up.

I lashed out at you and the reader and
the... It's done.

It's done, Cheryl.

You can't overthink this. How can I not
think about this?

You were defending your child. You
didn't mean to kill him.

We'll get through this, Cheryl.

One little step at a time.

And you can't see it now, but things
will get better.

You want me to take this?

Yeah, it's a mint condition.

It's not even a real cop car. Yeah, it
is.

Nah, that would be your old Commodore.
Or your Ford Futura. Or even your Nissan

Maxima. You could chop it up and sell it
off for parts.

No, you used to be the bomb at that.

I was pretty damn smoking hot, wasn't I?
The bomb, yeah.

Oh, thanks, man.

But no.

Why not? Well, it's just not a demand
for these kinds of parts. I mean, if

you're talking your vintage van there.
No, no way you're cutting up the tool

mobile, all right?

Look, I'm just saying it's not worth my
while. I can't get into any trouble on

account of Pascal.

What have I done to help this girl?

Sorry, man, I've got to go in case she
needs me.

What?

Ben, Bailey, you were supposed to come
and see me.

Ah, you know, I had stuff to do. And
that stuff would be more important than

going to jail.

The convictions you already have, you
could do time, Ben.

So get your ass into my office.

Look, I'm trying to, all right?

What are you doing here?

No, I've seen it on TV, but this fella
goes out into the elements with just a

knife and a camera crew, makes these
awesome shelters, bro.

Did you get stoned without me again?

No, I'm trying to disguise the car until
we figure out what to do with it.

But this is going to be one awesome
shelter.

Cheryl is one of my best friends and I
totally admire her. And I also really

like you.

Thank you very much. No, and I used to
love Carol too.

Yeah, everyone loves Carol. She's a
bitch like that.

Wait, is Carol a bitch? No, no, no, it's
just joking.

Can we, Casey, right?

Casey, can we go back to talking about
Cheryl? Would you describe her as a

violent person? Oh, God, no. Cheryl
would only ever smack someone if they

totally deserved it and never, ever a
child. And you heard us up, Judith. They

left us the hell alone. You and that
woman. Back off. Back here.

I wasn't saying anything bad. And John
Campbell is so lovely.

And if I could give him a makeover, he'd
be totally hot. Just don't say anything

to anyone.

I've made shepherd's pie.

Oh, I made my eggplant thing.

Looks a bit oily.

How's Mum?

She's peering up. She'll appear
tomorrow.

Hey, is Loretta here?

Downstairs. Come to Nana, darling.

Good girl.

Good girl.

What's all this shit about an annulment?

Oh, did you hear from your gay
boyfriend?

You mean my brother -in -law, as of
three days ago?

I'd be touched if I wasn't fighting the
urge to throw something.

Oh, I failed.

All right, you've made your point.

What would that be? That you're pipped
off.

Okay, I get that, but you can't just run
out after two minutes.

I don't see why not.

Marriage is for the long haul.

For better, for worse. No, no, I didn't
say any of that shit, so I'm not the one

breaking any promises.

Loretta. You lied to me, Hayden, again.

Right, so we're back to house -burning
shit then, are we?

I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

Jane needs a dinner. Can we just go
home? We'll talk about it then.

Home? Do you mean the house that you
can't afford to pay for? The one that

like me to pay for?

Are you coming home or not? I'm picking
not.

Well, you're not seriously leaving.

I already did.

You're being childish. And being in debt
and lying about it is a sign of

maturity.

Okay.

Fine. I'll see you then. Fine by me.

I'll give you a call about picking up
Jane.

What? Well, the good thing is we've
already got a custody arrangement.

I guess Cheryl's days can be your days.

Ten feet tall and bulletproof. And now
I've worn out both my

shoes. I'm no longer lost.

I'm just confused.

And ten feet tall and bulletproof.

I should die before you wake. I hope you
got my

soul today.

The mystery that generates.

Is there really a mistake?

I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof. I'm
ten feet tall

and bulletproof.

Oh, man, don't bust it.

Don't leave it here. No, but it's a real
cool hut. We take the car to Scenic

Drive and we dump it, all right?

Yeah, yes.

I'll take the van and I'll meet you
there, all right? But how's that for

I drove it here. Yeah, but you nicked
the car, man. I've got a baby coming,

Hey, I've got problems, man. My mum's
been arrested, my sister got shot, my P

&A's in the car.

Hey, it's coming to me man, I've got the
poo -poo disguise!

Fuck you, pig!

Big man pig!

What are you doing?

Show him this little...

Yeah, but he thought she was a pig.
That's the whole point of the disguise.

Fucking knob.

That's not a bad set of wheels, bro.

Oh, man, he really did think he was a
pig, bro.

You don't need to keep saying that. No,
it's been hot wine.

It was not his?

Nah.

I've got him a mongbrain to the fingers
to a cop when he's in a stolen car.

Yeah, it's one rookie mistake even if
the cop you're fingering isn't a real

Come on, let's go. No, hey, hey, hey.
This could be worse than me.

Oh, no fucking way, bro.

Yes, it's not like we're stealing it
because it's already stolen. Yeah, but

we've already got one hot car to get rid
of, bro.

Yeah, but now we've got two.

Yeah, plus a tourmobile.

Which is three.

Yeah, so there's three cars and only two
of us.

Yeah, see?

Score! No, you egg. Who's going to drive
the other car?

No, look, we can handle this.

Sweet.

I just got to think.

I already told you. No, but now you get
two for the price of one. No cop car.

I could probably do something with you.

Try hard, boy. Race the wheels.

Yeah? How much?

Time's hard, man.

You know, Mrs. Villani's got to go see
her sister in Hawaii.

She doesn't fit the economy class seats.
How much?

I couldn't do more than a grand.

900?

Five would probably be more realistic.
Fine.

I've got to go. Mum's going to court.
It's a sad day indeed when you find Mum

takes a stand after a blameless life.
Can we just get on with it?

Well, if you're in a hurry.

Come on.

Where's Manta?

At work, I hope.

Please let her out. Please let her out.

Cheryl West on a charge of murder.

May it please your honour, dear steward,
appearing for Mrs West.

We are applying for bail in this matter.
My client has not been before the

courts before.

The police are opposing?

But there's really no grounds for that.
And so we would respectfully request

that my... be released on bail until her
hearing. There's no need. I did it.

I'm sorry.

I did it.

Your client is aware that this is a bail
hearing? I want to plead guilty and

have this over with.

What's going on?

Your Honour, I would request a moment to
speak with my client. I'm guilty of the

charge.

Your client is aware of the consequences
of this, Mr Stewart. She's upset, not

thinking clearly.

I know what I'm doing.

Ma 'am, I really need a moment. I
want... to plead guilty.

As Your Honour is aware, on a serious
matter, it is usual to enter no pleas.

Yes, stop her!

Quiet, please.

Mrs West, are you aware of what this
means?

Yes, I am. I don't think she is.

Does the prosecution have any comment at
this time?

No, Your Honour. We need to adjourn. I
am aware that this is unusual, but your

client seems competent.

It certainly makes a pleasant change for
the court's time not to be wasted.

With respect, we're not here to... I am
addressing Mrs West.

You are pleading guilty to the charge of
murder?

Yes, I am.

In that case, you are found guilty of
the charge.

You are remanded for sentencing in seven
weeks.

What happened in there? Can you tell me?

You know she was going to do that? You
think I'd have let her?

You know anything about it?

No. We've got to do something. Yeah.

The judge was way out of line, so I'll
see what I can do. Yeah, you better.

Oh, Mum.

Hey, I've got money for Mum.

Where is she?

How could she do this? No West has ever
pleaded guilty to anything.

She's lost it.

Well, surely she can appeal or have a
David or something.

She could change her mind.

Our mother isn't exactly noted for her
mind changing.

It might not be that easy anyway.

I've got it.

I've got it.

I'll go in the air, disguised as a cop,
and I'll bust her out. That is one of

the stupidest things I've ever heard.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It can totally work.

I've already got the car and the hat.

How?

Well, I just, I have. From where?

You stole a cop car.

How thick are you? I was doing it for
mum.

And then I couldn't shift it. And Filani
was just being a fat shit. No,

brilliant. Just brilliant.

Why the hell would you do a thing like
that?

It was the right thing to do.

How in God's name could it be right?

I killed him.

You copped to murder. That's ten years
at least.

You could have got off this. You could
have got a man slaughtered. It wasn't.

It was an accident. It wasn't.

When I think about it and I look in my
heart, I know what I wanted. I know what

I did.

When I picked up that bottle, I wanted
to kill him. I wanted him dead.

And now...

I've got what I wanted. He is dead and I
have to pay for it. That is the right

thing to do.

Jesus, Cheryl.

What about Jane and the kids?

They're better off without me.

The guy has a car -shaped pile of twigs.

What are we going to do with it? We get
rid of it.

Well, we could give it back.

Oh, so we walk into the cop shop and go,
Hi, we're the wet.

Yeah, the ones whose mother killed
Sergeant Gerard. Yeah, well now our

brother took this cop car.

How do you think that'll go down?

Trying to do us right.

We're a bit beyond that now.

Unless you want Van to go to jail as
well as Mum.

No, she doesn't want that.

Fine. Take off your T -shirt.

What? I need it.

No, I'll get cold.

If you want this to go away, I need your
shirt.

Okay.

You really are a bit too good at this.

I only burn things when I have to.

Not because I want to.

Mum.

Go, Mum.

They're taking things to a whole new
level.

Drunk on the sadness of a universe
unmanned.

Across the water she clings to me.

And in the rising calm I feel her at my
side.

My choir is singing in the falling
leaves.

About the complicated beauty of a river
run dry.

Sit down by the fire, sit down by the
fire.

There ain't no way to get what I want.

Sit down by the fire, sit down by the
fire.

to get what I want