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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