All language subtitles for Outrageous Fortune s06e07 Go Seek Him Out

Look, I need all this stuff sold off
discreetly.

Interested? Bag my thing.

I'm a jet ski.

Just for show.

Gentlemen, are we ready?

There's cops, man. It's the fucking
cops. Go out the back. Abort. Get out

I'm a police.

Get down on the floor.

I've dropped your weapon.

My client has seen the error of his
ways. Cut the shit. Don't want to see

old man go down when he shouldn't have
to. He gave himself up for grandpa.

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

I won't be out.

Not for a long time. I'll wait for you.
As long as it takes.

However long.

But you are just so brave.

I don't really have a choice.

Well, if it was me, I'd be a total mess.

You try not to think about it.

I tried to get the others to come along,
but it turns out that everyone I'm

related to or even just know is totally
fucking useless.

I'm pretty sure I'm busy tomorrow.

Yeah, okay, Van, I got the fucking
problem.

It's a sentencing day, Loretta. It's a
really big deal for me. And for him. And

nothing to do with me. Bye.

I'm not sure it's a good idea for me to
be in a courtroom unless I'm actually

summoned to be in there.

Yeah, Mrs. Lunnington, it's the wrong
idea. When I tell her I'm going to

she starts selling furniture.

But I want you to know that I will be
there for you, okay?

I will always be there for you, no
matter what happens.

Thanks.

What for?

Well, you were trying not to think about
it. What will happen will happen. I

can't change that.

So why worry about it?

I could help take your mind off it.

Yeah? Mm -hmm.

What have you got in mind?

I'm going now. Have fun.

How can you be that mean and heartless
all of the time? What can I say? It's a

talent. This is a man's life we're
talking about here. No, it's Nicky

life, which really doesn't amount to
much at all.

Are you this harsh on all your ex
-boyfriends?

Oh, you of all people should know the
answer to that.

Well, I'd be honoured to accompany you,
my child.

Except for your superstition about never
going to silencing hearings.

I never once watched Lefty go down.

Oh, didn't that tend to happen after he
went inside?

Have some respect.

I'm willing to come. Grandpa, we've
talked about this. You're on home

How the hell would that?

The man deserves my support with what
he's doing.

And that is really, really lovely of
you, but we can't risk you going back to

jail or yelling something at the judge
and them adding on another year to both

of you. Are you ready?

You coming?

Yeah, I thought I would. Is that a
problem?

No.

Fuck no, thank you.

He's doing a stand -up thing for Ted. He
deserves the respect.

Lily Rita, someone in this family cares.

Shall we take my car?

Ah, no. We'll take mine, eh?

Good luck, my dear.

Good luck.

Bye.

You're going in case it all turns to
shit, aren't you? You never heard that

me.

Don't you just want to rush over there
and hug him?

Nah, I'm good.

All rise for her honour.

Right, well, here's submissions now, Mr.

Sterling. Two years?

Are you crazy?

I believe in the power of love.

It's your money.

Good. Three months.

Oh, you can't have three months. Eric
has three months.

Okay, three weeks. Ah, that's me.

Ye of so little faith. I have dated Pat
Garth.

I know she is a woman of need.

It's still all wrong.

Oh, we'll see.

What have you got? One month. I know her
cycle.

Check down their cycles, eh?

No, not that cycle.

Her slut cycle.

First, she'll mourn for two weeks,
driving us all insane.

Then she'll go all quiet on it, relying
on her vibrating friend for comfort.

Then she'll go out on the prowl. Yeah,
three weeks.

No. The first couple of guys might cop a
feel, but then she'll get an attack of

the guilt and she'll run away. That'll
take about a week.

Then she'll get pissed and give it up.
So it has to be full penetration.

The wham -bam and the thank you, ma 'am.
No payout for anything short.

Can we not talk about Pascal like this?

But Aaron, what if it's you that she's
whamming and bamming? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No one here knobs her just to get the
cash.

Yeah, especially you, then.

Oh, yeah.

In your dreams, Eric.

Well... Now that you mention it.

Okay, officially I'm out buying nappy
sands. I wasn't here for this list.

You could have never. She's sewing it
shut and joining a nunnery.

Yeah, right, two months.

Done. Oh, it's going to take that.

Hey,

don't forget the nappy sand. All over
it.

Oh, hey, best girl, we weren't just
talking about you. How'd it go?

It's all your fault. Me?

The whole fucking lot of you? How?

No, no, no, it just fucking is.

I'm guessing not so well.

In considering this sentence, I have
taken into account the fact Mr.

Gregan did surrender himself to the
police and subsequently entered a plea

guilty. But that notwithstanding, we are
dealing with a crime of considerable

violence in which firearms were
brandished and innocent people were made

of a horrific attack.

Society will not tolerate this sort of
lawlessness.

Accordingly, you are hereby sentenced to
nine years imprisonment.

with a minimum non -parole period of six
years.

Please stand up.

My years.

My fucking years. This is bullshit. This
is total bullshit. Order in the court.

You're not innocent people. You're dodgy
Chinese moneylenders. Order.

Bullshit. You're just normal.

I need a drink.

Like it could talk. The stories it would
tell.

One time, she chundered so hard that the
chunder hit the bottom and bounced back

up into her face.

Oh, it was hilarious.

Okay, Aaron, even I draw the line at
leaving you here to molest my sister.

No, no way would I do that. Uh -huh.

Well, I'm just going to keep an eye on
her and put her in the recovery position

if necessary.

Uh -huh.

Serious. I learnt it at Cubs. Walk away,
Aaron.

Walk away now.

You see what happens? A man puts his
faith in the justice system, he gets

shafted up the arse.

Yeah, I don't think the law works along
the lines of, oh, he did Ted West a

favor, let's shave some years off his
stretch.

Nine years as a criminal. He doesn't
deserve it. No, he is the criminal, and

he's a Gregan, and now he's where he
should be for a very long time, and I

drink to that.

Police, open the door.

Okay, that's never good.

We have a warrant to search these
premises.

On what grounds? Have a look.

Fill your boots.

I'd very much like to speak to Pat
Galway.

Oh, good luck with that.

Oh, shit.

Am I brown?

Yeah.

No, he's not.

He is.

Not him.

Oh, you mean Jesus.

Am I Jesus?

Oh, no.

Police, open up.

Shitballs. I don't smoke all the time.

Okay, that's good.

Check out the back.

Doors and windows.

How can we help officers?

I don't understand.

Look, she's in no state to talk to
anyone.

All I want to know is, tell me where
Nicky Gregan is.

That's a stupid question.

Do you know where he might be?

Yeah, he's in jail for nine fucking
years.

No, he's not.

Because he escaped this afternoon.

Huh?

He escaped this afternoon.

And if you have any idea where he might
be right now... She doesn't know

anything. This is all news to us.

He escaped.

Yeah.

Your fiancé, right?

So if anyone knows where he is right
now...

How come

you didn't look this hard when his
sister went missing?

Hey, he kidnapped a couple of babies
inside it. Didn't exactly bust a gut

did you?

Mr West.

What? Would you mind coming out here,
sir?

Oh, yeah. What, is Nicky hiding in my
garage?

Oh.

Maybe old.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

He wins a jet ski.

Yeah. Oh.

It wasn't.

Hey.

Anyway, what's this got to do with Nicky
Gregan?

Did he escape on a jet ski?

If it turns out they stole one, we'll be
back.

Oh, yeah.

Part of me wants to hold her.

Yeah, well, keep that part in your pen.

Not like that.

News report.

The van was on route to Auckland's
maximum security, Peremurimu Prison,

was diverted onto a side road and driven
to the secluded area you can see behind

me. There, the two guards were
overpowered and the five men were freed.

Police have just issued the names and
descriptions in these photos of the five

escapees. They are Wurimu Tetoki to
Terimoana, Arthur Ralph Belden, Albert

Stanley Leilanga, Nicky Ian Gregan and
Timoteo Roy Williams.

Now, police say that at least two of
these men are currently serving terms

murder and the rest have all been
convicted for crimes of violence, most

involving the use of firearms.

They also say that at least three of
these men have gang connections.

Also, according to police, at least one
weapon was used in the escape, so the

men should be considered armed and
dangerous and should not be approached

members of the public.

It's not dangerous, he's Nicky. You go!

Go, you good thing!

Fly like a wind boy!

Were you not listening? They think he's
a gang murderer and they're going to

shoot him! They're not going to shoot
him. I just saw the gun!

I'll have to catch him first.

Will you two put a sock in it? He'll be
alright as long as he doesn't do

anything stupid.

Well, what if some of the gang guys use
him as a decoy to get their guys away

and then they shoot him? Don't go there.
Don't even think about it.

All you need to worry about is what
you're going to say to the cops

I don't want to say anything to the cops
tomorrow.

I told them we'd go down to the station
and give them a statement.

That's stalling tactic with the
spelling, though. I don't have anything

them. You didn't know anything about
this?

No, of course I didn't. How could I?

Then that's what you tell them. I can
come along if you like.

No prizes for guessing who that is.

Yeah? What the hell is going on up
there? You know as much as we do.

Is Pascal there?

Yeah.

It's your mum.

Hi, Mum.

The police are going to shoot Nicky. I
just know they are.

Shh. Of course they're not going to do
that.

How the hell did this happen? Did you
know about it? No, I didn't know. I

know anything.

Now I don't know what to do. I know. I
know.

Look, it'll be all right, honey. You'll
see.

So you know nothing about how two jet
skis end up in my garage?

Well, I don't. See, you say you don't,
but in a way that says you do.

But I don't. Then why do you say you
did?

I did? That's not what I heard. But it's
what I said. What is? I don't know

anymore. Ask him.

Me? I don't know nothing about no jet
skis. Not even when they're meant to be

Taupo by now?

On the lake terrorising the trout?

Filani, what's the Samoan for you big,
dobbing coconut?

Someone just tell me if the fucking jet
skis are stolen or not. No. Hard to say.

Your brother's probably the one who can
clear that up.

Jethro. Apart from him, you've only got
sisters.

Mind you, Loretta has got a masculine
air.

What's cock breath got to do with it?
You're talking about death, are you

Not Eric?

Death. Well, how about I sell off a few
things?

Or not, as the case may be. I need it
somewhere for storage in the short term.

I know treachery when I see it.

Worm. I'll deal with you two later.

Hello? Gee, man, you even sound like a
chick more than you do, dick smugger.

is this?

Oh, there's Jethro there, please.

He's a bit busy right now.

Well, can you tell him his brother needs
to speak to him, thanks?

Do I have to?

Oh, God, yes.

What? Not you.

Look, I know he's there.

What? It's for you, man.

Piss off.

You are a piece of shit.

What do you want?

I want you to keep me the fuck out of
your shit. Okay.

I'm serious, man.

Are you even listening to me?

If I get arrested because your stolen
jet skis are in my garage, I will tell

Mum. I know.

What jet skis? You know what jet skis.

What about the jet skis? The jet skis
will not turn up as stolen.

That'll be a relief event.

Yeah, I'm thrilled for him. Why were
they in his garage?

Storage.

You said they were in Taupo.

No, I didn't. You said there was a guy
that wanted them for his place down by

the lake. One for him and one for his
wife.

I don't recall saying any such thing.

And when I helped you load it onto a
trailer, you said his name was Derek and

her name was Angelina.

Oh, all right, all right. Jesus.

Oh, I was going to give you the money
for them once I had the money for them.

What happened to Taupo?

There was no Taupo. I made it up.

Why? Fancy living by the lake, do you,
Derek?

Hooning around on your jet ski with your
wife Angelina on her jet ski. If you

wanted the jet skis for yourself, why
didn't you just say so?

Because I thought you'd laugh at me.

With good reason.

Andy can't afford it.

Eric, did you think that if you hid the
jet skis in the garage of the house

where you live, somehow we'd just forget
you had them and not think to look

there?

Jesus Christ.

Just sell the bloody things, OK? I don't
care who to, as long as they're real.

Shall I take them back to the warehouse?

No, no, definitely not.

Thanks to Nicky fucking Gregan, no -one
goes near that place while someone might

be watching. Got it?

A cop.

Yes, Eric, the cops.

Flick them off, bring me the cash.

Okey -dokey.

Do you even know how to ride a jet ski?

I thought it would be an ideal
opportunity to learn.

You are a strange man on many levels.

You need to be very careful right now.

If he calls, you say nothing that lets
them think that you had anything to do

with this.

Because someone will be listening.

And if he wants to meet you, you say no.

Because they will be following.

I just want to talk to him.

Yeah, I know.

So do they.

If you give them an excuse to charge
you, any excuse, then they're going to

it.

You have nothing more to add?

No. So you know nothing?

That's what I said.

You had no prior knowledge of it? We've
already established that. And he hasn't

contacted you? You've asked that
question ten different ways.

Actually, I do have something to add.

I didn't know anything about this
because Nicky didn't know anything about

And he hasn't contacted me because he's
probably a little bit too busy trying

not to get killed by you or the gang
guys.

And I hope he gets away from everyone
because he's just the innocent party

It was unfair and it was wrong that he
got nine years when he was only helping

Grandpa and he didn't even get the
money.

And if you hurt him, I'm going to make
sure the whole world knows just exactly

how wrong it all is.

It is not funny.

No, it's not.

Not a lot funny about how one of the
guards pulled a knife on his driver

made him drive to where we found the
van.

Mind you, the guard with the knife
didn't have much of a choice.

Because the night before, two guys,
armed with shotguns, turned up to his

took off with his wife and his two -year
-old kid, told him if he didn't do

exactly what they wanted, that they'd
kill them.

Not exactly hilarious, eh?

So the guard did exactly what they said.

And they still beat the shit out of him.

Mind you, the driver's in an induced
coma, so he got a flat.

These guys knew what they were doing,
Pascal.

And they didn't give a shit who got hurt
along the way.

Still got nothing to say?

Nicky had nothing to do with any of
that. Yeah?

I think he did.

I think he's in it up to his eyeballs.

I don't know anything.

Oh, shit.

Okay, I'm here.

What's the big problem you can't talk to
me on the phone about?

Sometimes the phone calls, there are
people who shouldn't be listening who

listening. If you say so, what do you
want?

Is it true that he's out? In what sense
do you mean out? Nicky Gregan.

Oh, yes, it is. So?

So? So what about us?

What, us? Are you talking about him?

Us girls. What if he comes after us?

Why would he do that?

Are you fucking thick or something?

Money, revenge, take your pick. Angel, I
think that Nicky's got a few more

important things on his mind right now
than coming after you.

Yeah? Well, the girls and I don't happen
to share your happy, clappy world view.

So we're laying low for a while.

Okay. When you say laying low, you will
still be laying with the punters though,

right? Laying low as in gone.

Until he's gone.

Oh my God, you cannot be serious.

And I don't want to be seen anywhere
near a wist either.

Angel!

Angel, get back!

Useless bloody slappers!

Chastity! If you get this, I have a guy
in Point Cheve who is really keen to

meet you. So just buy whatever Angel has
said.

Um, just call me back, okay?

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd take my wife out for
lunch.

She's not so busy.

She's not.

Wow, you're bowling me over with your
enthusiasm.

Working girls is a complete misnomer.

They would take any fucking excuse not
to work. As if Nicky Gregan's going to

break out of jail just to go after them.
You might.

Then he'd go straight back inside.

If you want any protection... Me?

Yeah.

While we're at lunch?

Sure. What are you going to do, throw
your salad at him? People don't like

losing their girls, Loretta. The fox
that takes your chickens gets taken out.

Didn't Nicky say that? No, the old man,
actually.

Oh, how quaintly macho of him. Listen,
when Stelios the Greek took two of Dad's

top earners, he sent them around a
bottle of Ritzina.

On fire.

Through a front window.

Gosh, weren't those the good old days?

Business hasn't changed that much,
Loretta. Well, I don't have a business

now, thanks to Nicky fucking Gregan.

So you'd better be paying for lunch.

Do you think the cops have got worse
since you left before?

No.

I still cannot believe that belts guy.

What about him?

Well, you'd think. If they wanted to
talk to a person about another person,

their fiancé, who they know really,
really well, they'd at least listen to

that person has to say.

Yeah.

You don't agree with them. I don't know
what to think.

It certainly sounds pretty nasty and
well -planned.

God, why do radio stations only play
stupid music?

It's what people want to listen to.
Well, I need news.

Oh, shit!

Why don't you go home?

I need to be working.

Yeah, it's not like you're doing much.

Is that okay?

They might have news on TV.

Yeah, we'll try not to worry about them
too much.

If the jet skis are stolen, then who do
they belong to?

Well, in his dreams, they belong to
Eric.

He longs to feel the rush of the wind
through his hair, and he races Angelina

across the water.

Strictly speaking, they're jet skis, all
right. They can't even swim. What does

he want with a couple of jet skis? So he
doesn't have to swim?

Yeah, we're kind of handling their sail
for him. Or I thought we were.

I've got as much right to buy them as
anyone else. Except for the fact that

don't have any money to buy them.

Well, there's ways around that.

Doesn't matter. They're mine now.

Eh? Yep.

West house rules. If you stash something
in someone else's room, someone else

finds it, it's theirs.

Fern, this is a couple of jet skis we're
talking about, not some bottle of rum

you flogged off your mum.

It doesn't matter. It's my garage, so
they're mine now. I don't think Jethro

will be too keen on that idea.

Then he can suck my cock.

I don't think he'll be too keen on that
either.

Van? Oh, Cheryl, how on earth are you?
It's lovely to hear... Put Van on the

phone, Eric.

It's for you.

Hey, Mum.

Why is no -one answering their phones?

Look, I've used up all my phone favours
trying to find someone to let me know

what the fuck's going on, and no
bastard's answering.

Well, maybe they're all busy.

How's Pascal?

I don't know, I haven't talked to her.

Has she heard from Nicky? I don't know,
I haven't talked to her. Come on, Van,

you must know something.

Well, I know we got ready last night,
Cousin Nicky.

Shit.

You weren't holding anything, were you?

Not unless you count Jethro's gay jet
skis. What?

Jethro hates water. What does he want
jet skis for?

Exactly.

Trying to stash his dodgy jet skis in my
garage. Where does he get off thinking

he can get away with that?

How are you anyway, Mum?

God, please don't let it be him.

Pascal, I need you. Shut up.

Details are sketchy, but police have now
confirmed that the shooting in the

Greenhithe area this morning is related
to yesterday's escape.

And that one man, we believe one of the
escapees, has been taken to hospital

with gunshot wounds.

We'll bring you more information on the
story as it comes down. I have to get to

the hospital.

Why? To see if it's Nicky, of course.
Which hospital?

I don't know. The one they took me when
I got shot. Or you could stay here and

wait for someone to contact you.

If it's too late by then.

Are you a surgeon? Could you save him if
it is him?

Pascal, the news will come to you, okay?
If you were out there racing around,

not only will you be a menace to the
traffic, but you might miss the call. I

can't just do nothing!

Well, while you're waiting, you could
think about how, if Nicky does contact

you, you can ask him to tell Angel that
he is not going to go after her or any

of my girls so they can get back to
work. How can you think about something

that at a time like this?

Well, quite easily, actually.

No, Nicky could be bleeding to death on
an operating table right now.

It's not him.

How do you know?

Well, logic. There are five escapers, so
there's an 80 % chance it's not him.

Oh, my God, they've come to get me to
identify the body.

Opposite. Is Pascal West here? Is he
dead?

Have you killed him?

No, we haven't killed him.

You shot him though, right?

No, it wasn't him. It was one of the
others.

Oh, thank God.

So why are you here then? I told you, I
don't know anything.

Do you mind if we come in? Yes, we do.

Okay.

Have you and Nicky Gregan talked about
going somewhere together?

Say holiday?

No.

He just got sent away, remember, and I
was going to wait for him. So, no, we

hadn't planned a holiday.

Any places he may have mentioned?

Contact services?

He's fucked off, hasn't he? He's skipped
the country.

That is a possibility.

How do you know that?

Well, we can show you if you're willing
to answer a few questions.

Nicky Gregan.

Isn't it?

The car is stolen.

We're running the prints we found.

We'll find his, I'm sure.

Does the name Tyrone Johnson mean
anything?

We believe this man boarded a flight to
Sydney using a passport in that name.

Where's he headed, Pascal?

I don't know anything.

Oh, that's right.

because no way did Gregan have anything
to do with organising this. It was

coincidence that there was a ticket and
passport waiting for him.

Just like your mother didn't kill a cop.

West House rules?

That's what he said.

That was when we were, like, eight.

Van Veer was a precedent, isn't it?

Sorry, precedent?

Which one of us is the lawyer here?

You can keep that honourable title all
to yourself.

Just smack him round a bit, would you?
Tell him to grow up. I'm not going to

smack a van. He's my landlord.

How can a brother?

be so cruel to his own brother. Well,
they're not his jet skis. But they're

yours according to West House rules.

Oh, come on. It's not even the West
House that the rules apply to. But it is

West House as an owned by a West.

Therefore, surely, the rules apply.

Jethro West's office.

Yeah.

G'day, Cheryl.

How you doing?

What the hell are you doing in Jethro's
office? Put him on. For you.

Hi, Mum.

What's going on up there? Oh, you
mean... With the Nikki situation... With

fucking jet skis. What the hell are you
doing with jet skis? And don't you tell

me they're for you, because you used to
cry when Wolf tried to make you go

boogie boarding at P .R.

Well, Mother, that depends very much on
what you've heard, presumably from Van.

You flogging stolen shit, Jethro?

No. Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

If they're not stolen, then why is Eric
in your office?

Because for once in his life, Eric is
helping me sell something legit.

This bloke I know, Derek, bought these
jet skis with the idea of moving to

with his beloved wife, Angelina.

The deal fell through, so we're helping
him sell them on before they get repoed.

Sounds like bullshit to me.

They're not stolen, Mum, I swear. And if
I were you, I'd be much more worried

about Pascal.

Have you spoken to her?

No, not yet, but don't worry.

I'm heading around there now.

No, Van, you're the arsehole. Well, it
takes one to know one.

Give me the keys to the garage.

No, fuck off, it's my garage.

Van, they're my jet skis.

No, no, no, no, no.

They're my jet skis, man.

Look, I know you're famous in this
family for your dobbing, but telling mum

me doesn't change the fact that they're
mine.

Did mummy's boy get told off?

Back to the jet skis. My jet skis. No,
that's what I'm saying. Mine.

No, they're not. Yes, they are. Van,
they're mine.

Nah, they're mine. Fuck you, they're
mine. Fuck you, they're mine. You want a

fucking smack?

Try it, gay boy.

Huh? Hi, Moon.

Bailey says hi, by the way.

What, when you rang last night? Sorry if
I was a bit distracted. It was just

hard to concentrate on what you were
saying with your lips wrapped around my

cock.

Well, it's still my jet skis.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll see.

You want another one?

Part of me is really happy for him.

You know, he got away.

Yay.

And he didn't get caught.

And he didn't get shot.

And he didn't say goodbye.

Now I don't know where he is and I don't
know if I'm ever going to hear from him

ever again.

And I didn't get to tell him that I love
him one more time and that I'm going to

wait for him.

Because that's what I said, I'm going to
wait for him no matter how long.

And the cops are trying it on when they
say it was all his idea. I mean, Nicky

is a really organised person and it
wouldn't take him long to throw out a

passport and a ticket.

Yeah.

Maybe.

At least wait till I'm out. Oh, shush,
girl. I've got something for you.

Have you gone mad again?

Take it.

Do I have to?

Take it.

He'll call soon.

Carry it with you. It's said to vibrate.

It's quite fun, vibrate.

When did he get in touch with you? One
good deed girl deserves another.

Put it somewhere safe.

And don't let them know that you've got
it.

Now, out you go. I've got business to
attend to.

Did anyone follow you?

Into the bogs at the Rusty Nail. They
would have to be brave, insane, or have

sense of smell.

I still don't feel safe around you.

He's gone.

So you say.

Honestly, Angel, Nicky has skipped the
country. How do you know?

The cops told us.

You went to the cops? No, they came to
us.

You didn't mention me, did you? Angel,
why would I mention... The point is, the

cops are now hunting for Nicky.

Offshore. You'd say anything to get me
back to work. I swear to God, I swear on

my grandmother's grave, Nicky Gregan has
left the building. So you can tell the

girl to get back to work.

You'd better not be bullshitting me.

I'm not.

And there is work to be done.

Clients who need you.

So many cops to be sucked.

Yes. And you are the man, the woman, for
the job.

Credit where credit's due. You do good
things with meat. Thank you, Ted.

Pass them in sauce. I do love a bit of
lamb.

Does that count as cannibalism if you're
mutton?

You really are so immature.

I could have a bit for now.

Couldn't agree more.

Oh, yay, fresh meat.

Hello to you too.

You want dinner?

No, thanks. I'll pass away.

Any word?

Still missing. Presumed in Australia.

Yeah. They're saying on the radio they
caught a couple of the others.

Oh, OK. So are you going to pop in every
hour to give us a news update?

No.

No. I came for a talk with Pascal.

Mum asked me to.

Have a word?

Yeah, OK.

I love it when he pretends to be dead.

So... How are you?

I'm OK.

Mum's worried about you.

I said I'm OK.

She doesn't want you holding on to the
idea that he'll be coming back for you.

I'm not.

She and I talked.

We both think that you need to put this
whole part of your life behind you.

Okay? He's gone.

That's that.

I know it won't be easy.

Okay? But for the good of the family,
especially for Mum, you've got to try.

Oh, well.

Ham, do you think I could just have a
minute to myself just for a moment?

Of course. Yeah.

You did great, thanks.

No worries.

Hello?

Hi, babe.

Where are you?

Australia?

I'm a lot closer than anyone thinks.

Come on, bro.

You and Casey, we look awesome.

Zooming around on a couple of matching
jet skis, you know? Let's come with a

babysitter.

It'll be really easy to wear one on the
back.

That's still in no way. On the ground,
the jet skis are loud and annoying, very

generally ridden by wankers.

I disagree, my brown brother.

I rest my case.

Also, I've got to go, otherwise Kate's
going to kill me.

Don't forget the nappy, Sam.

No, this time I've got to pick up some
cream stuff that I've got to get so Kate

can put on her nipples.

Awesome. No, no, not awesome.

Laters. See you, bro.

You know, it occurs to me that if Dan is
in the pub right now, and you're here

also,

then there's no one around at his house.

One where there's two jet skis in the
garage.

True.

Mine too.

The garage will be locked, and he will
have taken the key with him.

But has he taken the keys to the jet
skis?

Good point.

All I'm saying is, a jet ski in the
right hands is a weapon of mass

Awesome. You know what chicks are like
with motorbikes, right? Put a motorbike

in the water, you know, suddenly they're
getting wet upstairs and down, if you

know what I mean.

It's like really loud babe magic.

Yes, that's what I'm talking about. And
when you get sick of riding both jet

skis, you put your lady on the back of
yours, you know, and she, um...

Oh, yeah, she wraps her long legs around
you with her long blonde hair flying in

the breeze and her luscious melons
sticking into your back.

They're also really good for... Yeah,
food.

Who wants them? I'll take them.

No, I will. I will. Yeah. No, I will.
No, I will.

Say goodnight to your workaholic mum.
Goodnight, bottomless pit into which we

pour money.

Say goodnight all.

Night, Baba.

Oh, nice puppet.

Pascal, darling, you know that soap you
use that isn't actually soap?

Where is that?

In the bathroom.

Well, I can't find it. Can you show me?

OK,

now listen to me and do exactly what I
say.

Theodore and I are going to bed now.

In ten minutes, you need to tell them
that you're going to bed too.

Go to your room, get changed into dark
clothing, then you need to get outside

without anyone noticing. I presume you
can manage that.

I've been doing it since I was 11.

Good girl.

You need to go through the back fence,
cut through the neighbours, and wait for

me out the front on Stanley Palmer
Drive.

You got that?

How come you and Grandpa... No time for
that now.

Just do exactly what I say, and it will
all turn out like your very own fairy

tale.

Yeah, go on.

You okay?

Just a bit tired.

You should get an early night.

Yeah, good idea.

I should be off too.

Good night, my big pot.

Night, lovely.

back. Lie down. Just a go. Okay.

Take my girl off the ground.

Bloody trustafarian. Don't talk, Aaron.

It's alright, man.

I looked you right in the little one.
Yeah, the girly one.

Rich bro, this is the beginning of you.

Pulling heaps of hot chicks in bikinis
at Fong Mazao.

Okay,

tell us. What the fuck?

Where are my jet skis? My awesome jet
skis.

What's going on out here?

Do you guys know anything about this?
Where's your jet ski? Yeah, that's what

want to fucking know.

Jet me too.

What have you done with them? Oh, not
us.

No, we've been on site passing the time.

Yeah, maybe you should catch your
aspersions elsewhere before you leap to

conclusions, eh?

It's nothing to do with that. Yeah, no
doubt, sir. No, it must have been

else who wanted a couple of jet skis.
Yeah, someone who might think they're

Yeah.

Do you think so?

Fuck!

Fuck!

God, I haven't had this much fun since I
hid Lefty in my bedroom for three days

while the plotters searched for him.

That's how we met.

How come you and Grandpa know where
Nicky is?

Because Theodore is a man who always
pays his debts. How come you had to find

him everything?

When Nicky approached us, how could we
say no?

So the escape was all Nicky's idea?

Of course it was.

Genius.

You've got a good one there, let me tell
you.

How come I didn't know about it?

The wives are always the last to know.
That's the way it goes.

You'll get used to it.

It's up there.

I'll be back in two hours.

This is fun, dear.

I wasn't expecting that. How are you
still fucking here?

I am.

For you.

No, you were at the airport. You got on
a plane.

I was at the airport.

I parked the car. I walked into the
terminal. I let them see me.

Then I went to the loo where a mate of
mine was in the next door. Same height,

same build, same everything.

I mean, this guy could be the Jethro to
my van.

We changed clothes.

He walked out of there, checked in. That
was me out of here.

Meanwhile, I walked out of the terminal,
got into a cab and...

Honey, God, it's good to see you.

I see that you planned all of this.

Yes.

Holding that woman and her kid hostage.

Yeah. You kidnapped a two -year -old!
Not me. Not directly. And can you... I'm

trying to keep a low profile here. You
should do something like that.

No one was ever going to harm them,
Pascal. That was always part of the

What deal?

The guy who pulled a knife on the
driver.

He was paid a lot of money to do that.

He knew he'd take his wife and kid
hostage to make it look like he did it

because he was forced to.

Take it out with him if you've got a
problem.

Did the wife and the kid know that it
wasn't real?

No. It's not pretty, I know, but no one
was ever going to harm her or the kid.

That was my order, I swear.

And then you broke his jaw.

I had to make it look real.

And he deserved it for putting his wife
and kid through that.

Okay, then what about the other guy, the
one in the coma?

Well, they say on the radio he's going
to live. Oh, good one.

It's a prison break, Pascal, not fucking
tiddlywinks.

Yes, it's shit and it's wrong, but I
knew I was going down for a fucking long

time from the moment I went inside.

I told you that I was going to wait for
you and I meant it. I know.

But I was not going to be parted from
you for all that time. How could I?

This time's been long enough without
you.

Do you get that?

Well, then why didn't you tell me?
Because it could have all gone so wrong

didn't want you to get involved. I
didn't want you to get caught up in it

did.

I love you, Pascal, and I will do
whatever it takes to have you in my

I did this because of you.

It's all for you.