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Things are shit, I admit that,

but things are going
to get better, alright?

I'm gonna get the house back,
and we will be happy again.

- Fuck, yes!
- If that baby is mine, I need to be there.

Jim, she tricked Sammy
into selling everything.

Scott, do you want him to go to the cops

and tell them you've been
sleeping with his teenage daughter?

We are re-interviewing everyone.

We're gonna find Terry if it's
the last goddamn thing we do.

Terry was a piece of shit.

I killed him, Mum.

- Wh... where are you taking him?
- I don't know!

Hey, Sammy...

What have you done?

Kids, go to your room.

Now!

- Is he... ?
- Yes. Yes, I... I think so.

Terry.

Terry?

Tezza. Terry!

You OK, mate?

- Jim, I really think...
- Have you checked his pulse?

- Look at him!
- You should still take his pulse.

- YOU take his pulse!
- I'm not touching a dead guy!

- Jim, I need you to help me move him.
- How did this happen?

- Your stupid fuckin' gun!
- Bullshit.

You can't kill someone with a slug gun.

Evidently, you can.

- Well, why did you shoot him?!
- I didn't shoot him. It was Lenny!

It was Lenny, and it was an accident.

- OK? And you've gotta help me, please.
- Why do you wanna move him?

Look, I'll explain everything later.
But right now, I need your help.

Sammy, why haven't
you called the police?

OK, Jim, we've gotta hurry.

Oh, no, no, no.

I am not getting involved in this.

There's always some... scheme with you,

isn't there, Samantha Vanessa Cooper?

That's not my middle...

OK, you know what? Fine!

Fine.

I will deal with this the
way I deal everything else:

on my own.

Oh...

Ugh!

Alright, well...

... you seem to have this
situation under control, so...

... I'm gonna exit the room now.

Yes, hello. Is that
Lucienti's Lasagne Palace?

Yes, I have a reservation
for 7:30 for Mr Cooper,

and I just wanted to assure
the best table in the room.

Well, they're all the same.

What do you mean, they're all the same?

- Every table is the same.
- What?!

Oh...

Alright, well, just...

... don't put us near the shitter.

Hey, Bev.

Beverly.

Well, well, well. Beverly.

Fuck!

Buongiorno.

Jim.

Thanks for meeting me. It's alright.

- You always did love lasagna.
- Mmm.

- You're just like...
- Garfield.

We always could finish
each other's sentences,

especially when discussing Garfield.

Yeah, so, what's up?

I just wanted to see how you are.

Well Jim, you made it very
clear that we were over.

- Yeah, I know.
- Then you disappeared completely.

You didn't return my calls.

You didn't respond to
any of my nude Polaroids.

I jerked off over them.

It's all about the sweet
talk when it suits you.

Things got really weird
after you tricked Sammy

into thinking she got
her house back in London.

Oh, don't be such a baby.

You wanted her out of the
house, I got the job done.

This is so you.

I knew this was a mistake.

No. Bev. Please. Wait.

Bev. Wait.

When I first saw you...

... fat with child, everything changed.

I get it.

Now you think you're a dad, you
can be bothered talking to me?

No, that's not it at all.
I just... I miss you so much.

I mean, I think about you every day.

Then why'd you dump me?

- What do you want?
- I want you.

I can't live without you.

But I can't be with you.

Jim, what's going on?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

I...

I gotta go. I'm sorry. I just...

Here, look.

Look, just order whatever you want.

What the fuck am I gonna
buy with five bucks?

A slice of lasagna.

I'm pregnant! I'm eating for two!

And the second person's
only, like... like, that big.

Sorry. No, you're right.

Oh, you are fucking kidding me.

I'm sorry, Bev.

I... I'm sorry.

Whoa! You smell... fragrant.

Bit of Old Spice never hurt anybody.

You look very handsome.

Where have you been?

Lucienti's Lasagna Palace.

They do a very good lasagna.

- Did you go with anyone
special? No. No, I went on my own.

Can't a man wear Old Spice
and eat lasagna on his own?

Jim, who'd you meet?

Needed the coriander.

- Did you meet with Bev?
- No!

Jim. She's a hustler.

If you let anything slip,
she will use it against us.

That baby could be mine, alright?
That's all I can think about!

And I miss her, Mum.

Jim, did she ask you questions?

Tell me you told her nothing.

Jim!

Shit!

Stay calm.

Hey, Mrs Cooper. Mind if we come in?

Sure.

Oh, pong! Who's wearing Old Mice?

Can I get either of you a cuppa?

Have you got any chocky milk? Or ham?

- Why do I feel like eating ham?
- Uh, we're both fine. Thank you.

Uh, we're just following
up on a few details.

Any news?

Well, Terry's a long-term
missing person at this point.

Much like your husband.

- He still has missing person status?
- Yeah.

We never obtained a death certificate.

Now, that must be hard,
never having closure.

I have closure.

We were drunks.

When Frank went swimming that
night, he could barely walk.

- You do that sort of thing a lot?
- Drunk swimming?

Yeah.

He was a good swimmer?

Yeah, he was an excellent swimmer.

A skilled and experienced swimmer.

So...

... what went wrong?

You ever been caught in a rip out there?

They call it the Merewether Express.

Sweep you out to sea in under a minute.

Yet he'd managed it many times before.

If you're asking me

if I drowned the love of my
life for no good reason...

... the answer's no.

OK.

I think we all just need to
cool down and... eat some ham.

A neighbour said they heard a gunshot

on the afternoon that
Terry was last seen.

Jim, it says here that you were
shooting pigeons that afternoon.

Uh, yep.

They, uh, shit all over my car, so...

But you shoot pigeons often, right?

Neighbour says you
help them out as well.

Yeah. Got a licence and everything.

I do it pretty cheap, too.

Oh, well, maybe you should
come around to my house

and help me out with my pigeon problem.

Oh, yeah. Hey, I'll do it for a tenner!

Or 15?

Sor... That didn't make sense.

So, uh...

... can I see it?

- See what?
- Jim. The gun.

Oh, yeah. Yep. I'll get it for you.

I'll just grab it.

OK, well, we'll bring it
back once we run some checks.

Thanks for your time.

Stay away from Bev.

Mum?

I'm here, baby.

Uh, don't... d-d-d...
don't-don't-don't panic, OK?

Just-just stay in your
room. I'm gonna sort this.

How long do we have to stay in here?

I don't know.

And put some music on. I don't
want you listening to this.

What shall we put on?

I don't know! Anything!

Ugh!

♪ Hang on, Sloopy... ♪

- It doesn't feel right, Mum.
- Get back in your room!

Sammy, you know I hate the pigs.

Alright? I have a big problem
with authority figures,

especially male ones with moustaches,

especially if their moustache
is shaped like Dad's was.

Actually, anybody who looks like Dad.

But, anyway, I just...
I don't understand

why we're not telling the cops.

Because Terry IS a cop!

And that makes my son a cop killer.

They're just kids! Just
say it was an accident!

The police aren't gonna go...

"Run along, kids. It was
an accident. Off you go."

- What is that?
- It was a baton.

Can you be serious?!

On Dynasty, Blake Carrington
caught his son in a homosexual tryst

and then accidentally
killed his son's lover.

- Now, he plead guilty...
- OK, Jim.

Even manslaughter, Lenny's
gonna go to jail. Alright?

Do you know what they will
do to that kid in prison?

I mean, he can barely
survive high school.

Oh, yeah, I will admit

that his thick blond hair and
peaches-and-cream complexion

- could be a problem in jail.
- Yeah.

- Can we come out now?
- No.

Are you calling the police?

No!

I want to go to the police and
tell them it was an accident.

OK, baby. But you saw what
the law did to our family, OK?

It left us homeless.

- I cannot put you in the hands...
- I'd rather just tell them, Mum.

Look, jail will follow you for life.

I saw what it did to Dad. It
ruined any chance he could've had.

He's probably gonna end up with Trish.

Now, get back in your room.

Sammy, look, I love breaking the rules.

Right? I fuckin' love it.

It's the main reason why I never learnt

how to correctly use an apostrophe.

But this is crazy.

What are you gonna do with him?

- I... I don't know.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, you don't know.

I'll tell you why you don't know.

Because you don't know
how to get rid of a body.

Bev would, but you don't.

As bad as this may seem right now,

getting caught lying and
hiding it will be way worse.

- You reckon they'll believe us?
- Yes.

What are you doing, Sammy?!

- What?
- Have a look at yourself!

Oh.

Um, hello. This is Jim.

Whom is this, please, speaking?

It's Chris.

Oh!

Hello, Christos.

- Is Sammy in?
- Yep.

But she's doing a poo.

Oh. I don't mind waiting.

Probably gonna be in there for a while.

She hasn't been in days.

Might be a three-coiler.

I'll wait in the car.

Just send her out when she's...

... finished.

OK.

- The fuck is wrong with you?!
- I'm sorry.

Go and get me a coat.

Hey. You, uh... feeling lighter?

What?

- The... You know, the...
- Oh. Uh, yes. Thank you.

Um, I didn't want to leave things

the way we left it back at the office,

you know, after that big, weird speech

where you told everyone
to fuck themselves.

Oh, yeah, I'm, uh, sorry about that.

And you called me a fat,
delusional fuckstain.

I didn't mean it in a bad way.

If anything, I've
slimmed down this summer.

Yeah, I... I couldn't
agree with you more, Chris.

- Anyhoo...
- What I wanted to say was,

in spite of everything,

I liked having you back.

And, for what it's worth, you
give a moderately good hand job.

Although, it would've been
better if you'd... looked at it.

Wow.

Well, that's...

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

It's been very nice visiting home,
and I wish you all the best, Chris.

- So, back to London?
- Yep.

- Uh, got the tickets.
- What's your strategy?

I don't need a strategy. I
haven't done anything wrong.

I mean, to get your house back.

Oh. Uh, well, my lawyer
admitted that he stole it, so...

So... ?

So, if he doesn't give me my
mansion back, I'll go to the police.

Look, I have to go now, Chris, OK?

- And he's agreed to the deal?
- No. But he will.

OK? Now, I've gotta go. Alright?

Sammy, he's not gonna
agree to that deal.

Yes, he will! OK?

- Bev said he's on the ropes.
- Who's Bev?

Ugh!

She was in the office when I called
you a fat, delusional fuckstain.

Sammy, I'm a lawyer, and
that's not a strategy.

Hey.

- What kind of lawyer?
- Criminal.

Like... bad crimes?

That was my specialty.

In fact, those are
the cases I preferred.

Hey, Chris...

- Yes?
- You can come through now.

- You'll be on after this segment.
- OK.

The phone is in the foyer.

Right.

Oh. What's the name of the host again?

- John Grant.
- John Grunt?

- John GRANT.
- John Grant.

Now, in the lead-up to the elections,

the topic that has been dominating
conversation has been poker machines

and the new late-night gaming lounges.

Here to talk about that further with us

is our local MP, Chris George.

- Chris, welcome.
- Always a pleasure to see you, John.

- My name's Daryl.
- Ah, fuck...

I apologise, Daryl. This
is my third interview today.

Yes, yes, you're
everywhere at the moment.

Oh, I am passionate about Newcastle,

and this election is important.

- The polls must be worrying.
- Nah, not at all.

Look, I've secured steel contracts.

Job growth is at an eight-year high.

Yeah, but it's the gaming lounges
that have really hit a nerve.

Oh, that's what I call
the vocal minority.

Look, most people have
the common sense...

Well, it's hardly a minority. It's
a full-scale electoral backlash.

Addiction support groups are
calling this a social disaster.

I mean, that's ridiculous.

Given that job growth
is at an eight-year...

Let's hear from some of our listeners.

I've got Natasha on the line.

- Natasha, where are you calling from?
- Kotara.

Go ahead, Natasha.

You say it's a matter of common sense,

but these lounges are
designed to take your money.

My son is back living with me,

and I have to take
possession of his weekly wages

so that he doesn't gamble...

Natasha, look, the guidelines
are clear: to gamble responsibly.

I'm sorry about your son,

but policy can't be shaped
around people like him.

"People like him"?

Uh, I mean... I mean addicts.

Oh, so if you're an
addict then tough shit?

Whoa! I will remind our callers
to keep the language clean.

We have another caller on the line.

We have... Belinda Carlisle.

Belinda, you there?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm here.

I'm Belinda Carlisle.

Where are you calling from?

The corridor.

We'll, go ahead, and
maybe put the chips down.

Um...

Um... uh, I think the
gaming lounges are great.

I play responsibly from time to time,

and last week I won $280.

Ah! See, people like Belinda
Carlisle are the vast majority.

Look, it's patronising to suggest
that anyone that uses these lounges

are helpless, broken-down addicts.

Addiction's left me with so much anger.

I'm angry at how my alcohol addiction's

kind of wrecked all my relationships,

you know, my marriage,
last boyfriend, and...

... I doubt I'll ever repair my
relationship with my daughter.

Can you talk to her about it?

Nuh.

She and the kids have
gone back to England...

Shit.

Sorry I'm late.

The bus service in
this town is so... shit!

I mean, good luck if you actually
have somewhere you need to be.

You're right. My bus
didn't even show up tonight.

- What, the 207?
- Yeah.

That's my route.

But I really need this meeting.

So, uh...

... do I just, uh, join in?

Yep. Uh...

Uh... no.

Everyone can join.

Nah. I can't do this if Bev's here.

Everyone is welcome.
And no names, please.

- Can't we use first names?
- It's anonymous.

But we know each other:
I dated Jean's son, Jim.

- Again, no names.
- You're my second cousin.

Look, this is Alcoholics Anonymous.

It isn't Alcoholic Nicknames
or Alcoholic Relatives.

And I'm the chairperson.

Yeah, alright, Aaron.
Keep your knickers on.

Continue.

Who, me?

Yeah, see? We don't know
who you're talking to,

which is why people have names.

Continue.

Mmm...

Righto, I'll talk.

I've been really stressed since
I found out about the, uh...

Oh! Jean, are you gonna be a grandma?

I doubt Bev knows the
answer to that question.

Hey, Anonymous. I've
been doing this on my own.

I don't care who the father is.

Yeah, but you let Jim think it was his.

God, you're a con artist.

I don't need Jim, or anyone else.

- Then stay the fuck away from him.
- Jim called me.

If you two don't stop using
names, you're both out.

Yeah, but I'm not the one
disrupting the meeting.

Oh, right. Like you should
be judging anyone, Jean.

Jim told me all about you.

It was like being raised by Keith Moon.

You're both expelled
from tonight's meeting.

- What?!
- No. I... I need this meeting.

I was here first. I don't care.

These meetings are supportive.

Don't come back until you've
settled whatever this is.

Find another support group.

YOU find another support group.

- This is mine. You find another one.
- I can't!

The only other support group is sex
addicts, and I know everyone there!

Out!

Yeah, alright: Aaron Gideon King.

Jesus!

Sammy, why are we taking
advice from Christos Georgiadis?

Because he worked as a public
prosecutor for nearly 15 years.

- I'm not getting involved.
- I'm not asking you to get involved.

- I'm asking for advice.
- That involves me, Sammy!

I'm an MP. People look up to me.

- I don't think they do.
- No-one looks up to you, mate.

Look, have you any idea the
position you've put me in here?

This is a dead cop!

Sammy, we don't need him.
Let's just tell the police.

Oh, yeah, don't let my
experience as a police prosecutor

override Jim's experience as
a what? A driving instructor?

Oh, yeah? Well, I have
other experience, mate.

Last year, I was employed
guarding wet concrete

outside the Downtown Video store.

Hang on, that's the one
that's got all the drawings

- of penises in the concrete.
- And vaginas.

Look, your big problem with going
to the police and telling the truth

is that this is a domestic
violence situation,

and Lenny has a very strong motive
- defending the girl he loves.

That is the case I would build.
And judges hate cop killers.

Alright, you're a
dad. What would you do?

Yeah, what would you do?

My son did time for possession.

You should do everything in your power

to keep your son out of prison.

You've got your plane
tickets out of here.

OK. So, how do we do this?

Oh, no. No more advice.

- What, that's it?
- That's it.

OK. Look.

You need to get your kids out there.

You need to have witnesses
seeing them do something normal.

And remember...

... I was never here.

Fuckin' pot.

Jim, I can't do this on my own.

But I understand if you
don't wanna get involved.

I don't wanna get involved.

- Don't be a pussy!
- Hey! Hey!

I'm not the one flying
out of here tomorrow.

I've gotta stay and deal with this.

And this is not MY
problem, they're YOUR kids!

And I am not a pussy.

And even if I am, I'm
from the big cat family,

like a... jaguar, or an ocelot.

Where are you going?!

I am going to get a tarp!

Because you are gonna need
something waterproof to move him!

You nup-nup!

Thank you.

OK. I need you kids outside.

Just go, and, uh, I don't
know, ride your bikes.

You've gotta be seen, alright?

Jim and I are gonna take care of this.

This is wrong.

Yeah, well, you're too
young to make that call.

Well, then I'll just
call the police myself.

You do that and I'll kill you!

Alright, I'm gonna stop saying that.

Well, we can't just lie and
pretend this never happened.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

You put the past behind you, alright?

I'm so sorry.

- This is all my fault.
- No, it's not.

- Kind of is.
- Mum!

No. None of this would've happened
if I hadn't picked up that gun.

You wouldn't have picked up the gun
if your dad had been nice to you.

Tess is right.

Terry did this to himself.

Don't wreck your life.

Not for Dad.

OK.

Well, she just said exactly what
I just said, and now you agree?

I mean, wow.

I wish something had
come back about the gun.

How exciting would that have been?

Don't worry. I've got a little surprise.

Hello!

Hey!

Mr Fairbank. Emily.

Just bringing this
back. It all checked out.

Oh. Bewdy. Ta.

Uh... Yep. That's her.

Oh, I'd keep it
somewhere safer than that.

- Nah.
- Could fall into the wrong hands.

Could also fall on your head.

Hey, Officers.

I was just on my way out.

Oh. Anywhere special?

Well, if you regard AA
as special, then, yes.

Good for you.

Oh, uh, Jim. You just shot
the one pigeon that day, yeah?

Columbo does that!

He's all friendly, and then
he makes like he's leaving,

then he's like, turn around
and goes, "Oh, one more thing."

And then he nails the
person by asking, like,

"Oh, uh, you shot one pigeon that day?"

Yep.

- So, did you?
- What?

Just shoot the one pigeon.

Your neighbour said
they only heard one shot.

Oh, shit, was that the surprise?

The amount of times we've had to
have that damn old thing fixed...

- Yeah.
- Jams a lot, 'cause it was Frank's.

- Always was a piece of garbage.
- Yeah.

Oh, it didn't seem to jam
when we ran the checks, but...

... maybe I've just
got the magic touch, eh?

Talk soon.

We're keeping an eye on those two.

- Oh, should we tell them that?
- No!

You're smoking.

There's no conclusive
evidence it harms the baby.

I smoked when I was pregnant with Jim.

- So, how long?
- Eight weeks.

Spring baby.

Mine were spring babies.

It's weird thinking of Jim as a baby.

What was he like?

He was smiley.

And flatulent.

Just like now.

He really broke my heart.

No, I miss him.

And not just his ability to
sustain an all-night erection.

Uh, we're about to start.

And I don't want a repeat
of last week from you two.

Anonymity is vital

for our members to work
through the shame of alcoholism.

OK, Bev? Jean?

Uh, Aaron, you just said our names.

- You just said...
- Yeah.

But, uh, both of you, and my head,
are currently outside the building.

Anonymous once you're in here.

See you in there.

Hey, Jean, listen.

I really need this meeting.

I mean, this baby's
gonna be here real soon

and I don't wanna bring
it into the mess I'm in.

Righto, my turn.

I'm broke.

Blew everything on the fuckin' pokies

trying to win some decent
money for when the baby comes.

- Don't really have any family, so...
- You're at the wrong addiction group.

It sounds like you need to
be at Gambling Anonymous.

Yeah, well, I can't go back there.

I borrowed money from one
of the guys in the group.

Apparently, that's a no-no.

Hey, is that a no-no here?

Because I do a percentage
return on any winnings...

Absolutely no way.
Nobody lend her money.

I've got no-one.

I used to think I was lucky I had
no family to bug the shit out of me.

And now I'm doing this on my own.

I'll be your friend.

I doubt that will work for either of us.

Yeah. Don't.

Is that dinner?

Well, not that. Tastes like shit.

Well, Lynn made those.

Yeah, I'll just, uh...
just tweak the recipe a bit.

Anyway...

... I gotta get to work.

What, now?

Yeah. I asked for extra shifts.

Think that's wise?

Don't know. Don't have much
choice when you owe nine grand.

What, you blew nine
grand on pokie machines?

No, I blew 15 grand.

Then I borrowed nine
grand from a loan shark.

And how are you gonna pay that back?

I always find a way, Jean.

OK, ready?

Oh!

- I think that's normal.
- That is not normal.

No, no, no, dead bodies
make all sorts of sounds.

They also poo and wee can get erections.

I know, because my husband did all that

when I visited him in the morgue.

Sammy! Enough of your nonsense!

- Now, I insist you take his pulse.
- You.

- You.
- You.

- You!
- You!

- You!
- You!

- YOU! YOU!
- YOU! YOU!

This is your fault!

You're the one who left
the stupid gun on the couch!

They're your kids!

Oh, OK.

So, where are we gonna put him?

Let's take him downstairs.

- Before Mum gets home.
- Yeah, exactly.

But where are we gonna
put him after that?

Out there.

Yeah, take him out on your surfboard.

- Like Weekend At Bernie's.
- No.

I mean, after dark when no-one's around.

Oh. I thought you meant
like Weekend At Bernie's.

I know you did.

Like, surfing and keg parties
and getting heaps of muff.

- No, I didn't mean that.
- Do you reckon that'll work?

Dad disappeared out there. I mean...

It's perfect.

Oh...

You are gonna be in SO
much trouble with Mum.

She's never gonna find out.

You just paddle him out there
tonight, this'll all be fine.

You'll be fine!

- No, I won't!
- I actually think it's calming down!

Lightning often sounds much
closer than it actually is.

No! Look at the size of that swell!

- Alright, well, what do you suggest?
- We wait till it passes!

What if it doesn't pass?

It's gonna be sunrise soon!
This has gotta be done now!

Sammy, I won't be able
to keep on the board!

The first big wave, he'll fall
off and wash up on the shore!

Oh, God.

Shit! Shit! What are we gonna do?

What would Chris say?

He'd say... "I'm Christos Georgiadis.

I was a massive loser in high
school and my wife's a mental pig."

"Hey, Sammy, here's
some money for a bribe.

How about you give me a hand job?"

- Keep your focus!
- OK, OK.

I saw on World's Worst Killers

where they dissolved
an entire body in acid.

Yes. That is perfect.

- Have you got any acid?
- There's lemon juice in the fridge.

I don't reckon that's gonna work.

OK, we put his body
inside the boot of a car,

push it into a swamp and watch it sink.

- Yes. OK.
- Let's load him into your car.

No! No! No! I've gotta work in that car.

We hotwire a car and drive
it into Lake Macquarie.

I don't know how to hotwire a car!

Pigs. We feed his body to
pigs. They eat anything.

- Except teeth.
- I don't know any pigs!

Except Chris's wife.

Oh, Jim.

I think I know what to do.

Give Chris another hand job.

Oh, this is awful.

- It's fine.
- No, it's not.

See that massive bar? That's Labor.

See the tiny little
pissy one? That's me.

- I've got to turn this around.
- Oh, relax.

Just keep pushing the positives.

We'll do a big feel-good piece.

You know, photos of you

meeting people who've
won at the gaming lounges,

how winning has changed their lives.

That's a good idea,
except no-one's winning.

Post.

Great. More letters of outrage.

Someone's on the phone,
wants to speak to you.

Well, who?

- You.
- No.

Who wants to speak to me?

- Oh, right. Sammy's mum.
- Tell her to book an appointment.

- You know, I'm busy right now.
- What should I say?

To book an appointment.

- Can you do it?
- What?

She's a formidable presence.

I'm in the middle of a meeting.

It's only on the phone, it won't take...

- You do it.
- Alright.

Sorry. I've got to get going.

Well, let me walk you to your car.

OK. So, how's tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- Shh.

Yeah. I'm really sorry. He
can't talk to you right now.

Yeah, I agree.

His work attitude is slothful.

OK. It's safe to talk now.

I've never seen you like
this. Who is this woman?

Jean Cooper, the mum of
someone I used to employ.

Oh yes.

I interviewed her when Terry
Harris first went missing.

You know, there was
something about that case

that just does not add up.

Oh, come on. He's obviously gone
and topped himself or done a runner.

Well, he'll never be found

as long as the local Keystone
Cops are looking for him.

I'll line up that puff
piece for tomorrow afternoon.

You're amazing.

I really am.

Oh...

Given that we're sleeping together,
can you validate my parking?

No chance. My beautiful new car
park is not going to pay for itself.

If someone heard the gunshot...

- Tell them you were shooting pigeons.
- Yeah.

- What time's your flight?
- 9:00pm.

Are you sure you want to leave?

I mean, you know, even though
the house is rightfully mine...

... you don't have to leave.

- I've gotta go.
- Yeah.

I've got to get Lenny out of here.

But staying could also be
good, you know, for the kids.

I can't stay.

Too many ghosts.

Ghosts?

Events from the past.

Oh.

But, you know,

there's also plenty of good stuff here.

You know?

Plentiful beaches, vibrant nightlife

and abundant parking spaces.

Jim, you've wanted me to
leave since I got here.

I'm going. I'm going
to go back to London.

I'm going to claim what's mine.

And Bev spoke to Rufus. He said
he's ready to give me my house back.

Um...

He actually didn't say that.

What did he actually say?

He said, "Who is this?"

Beep, beep, beep...

Bev didn't actually talk to the
lawyer. He hung up immediately.

And I swear I didn't
know until afterwards.

That whole conversation
with Rufus, that was...

- That was pretend.
- Yeah.

I mean, Bev is a brilliant actress,

she's easily as good
as Heather Locklear.

Why did she do this to me?

Because she thought that I wanted
to get rid of you, which I did,

but not like that.

So, Rufus isn't desperate
to do a deal with me.

No.

And I've sold everything that I own.

Yes.

To go back to nothing.

Correct.

Ow. Ow.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Because I was busy helping you get
rid of our neighbour's dead body.

Why are you such a...

... fucking stupid...

... failure?

Fucken idiot.

I'm fucked, Jim.

I'm fucked.

What is going on?

Uh, Mum.

Sammy's, uh...

... menstruating.

- I am. It's real bad.
- Sammy.

- She's menstruating.
- I'm menstruating.

Oh, god. Look at you. You're filthy.

- Uh, we've been working on the car.
- Yeah.

At 6:00 am? What is going on?

Oh, for God's sake.

You're my kids. As if
I'm not going to help.

Sammy...

I don't think I can
carry this on my own.

Carry what?

OK.

Mate, I really
appreciate you doing this.

These new lounges are fantastic, right?

- Yeah.
- Winning 12 grand at the Empress, life changing.

Mate, good on you.

I want everyone to feel that
they could win big just like you.

- Can I play that machine?
- Not just yet.

We're going to do the interview first,

then we're going to do
photos of you playing.

I've just got a really good
feeling about that machine.

Hey, tell me, what do you
spend your winnings on?

- New jet ski.
- Nice.

- The rest I lost gambling.
- Yeah.

We'll leave that out of the interview.

I'm getting paid for this, right?

Like, you can just put the
credit right in that machine.

How are we going setting up the photo?

- Ready when you are.
- Chris.

Um... Mrs Cooper.

We had an appointment,

but you weren't at your
office when I called in.

Yeah. How did you know I was here?

- Your secretary told me.
- Fiona.

OK, is it electoral business?

No, it's more like waste disposal.

Well, can we talk about it
at a better time, please?

No. Because if we don't, we'll
be up to our necks in effluent.

OK, Mrs Cooper, I'll
show you how to play.

I thought I was having the first go.

Shut up. Now, here we go.

- Jim wasn't home when it happened.
- So?

He was at his girlfriend's,
ex-girlfriend Bev's.

Yeah. Bev. Yeah, she was in my office

when Sammy called me a
fat deluded fuck stain.

Yeah. And if she gets questioned,

they will know and she will know
Jim wasn't at home shooting pigeons.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

She's a hustler. And she's pregnant.

She's got a massive gambling debt.

If she figures out what really happened,

she'll blackmail the lot of us.

Just keep Jim away from Bev.

I'm trying, but it's not that easy.

Plus, I've got the new cop,
Fairbank. He's asking questions.

- And Jim. Jim's...
- Yeah. Thick as pig shit.

He's naive.

He'll blurt something out.

Oh, shit!

Dammit. I knew that machine was hot.

That's got to be thousands of dollars.

Let's take a photo.

You're gonna need a few bags
to take all that cash home.

- You nervous about your flight?
- Not really, no.

Well, you shouldn't
be, because, you know,

they say you've got more
chance of being killed

on the way to the
airport than in the air.

- I shouldn't be leaving you.
- I'll be fine.

I'll have Jim.

Jim, there's a toilet just there.

It's right over there.

You both look so English.

You'll be better off there.

- I don't want to go.
- Me neither.

You'll be right, OK?

You'll get back there and it'll
be like none of this ever happened.

I doubt that.

You think that's where they put Dad?

Out there?

I don't know.

Mum said we'd never know.

She wouldn't tell you, either?

Is that Scott?

Shit.

I know I'm not meant to come here.

Look, Dad's going to
flip if he sees you.

The way that you left
my house last night.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

Look, it was a false alarm. Tess
was being such a drama queen.

You can stay at my house.
I'm not afraid of him.

No. No. No. It's OK. I promise.

Dad, he totally cooled
down when I got back.

But you need to go, OK?

Alright, kids. It's time.

Here you go. For the trip.

Stay strong.

Hey...

So, uh,

you just stick to the story, OK?

He never came home.

Yeah.

You're going to be OK.

Right, Jim?

Well, a deception of this
magnitude is bound to unravel.

- One can only...
- Jim.

Yeah. Nah, you'll be fine.

Listen, if there's any trouble
at all, we can call Chris.

- OK? He knows everything.
- I'll be OK. I'll have Jim.

Arrgh! I got my finger
caught in the tape deck.

Mum! Ow.

Your brother and I will
hold the line here, OK?

You get your boy as far
away from here as you can.

OK?

And stay gone.

We're going to be fine.

We'll just draw a line
underneath all of this

and start fresh back in London.

Maybe in time we'll
even start to forget.

I need a minute.

I'll write.

- Do.
- OK.

Good. I...

Nice hug, Lenny. Real smooth.

Maybe next time just
use that opportunity

to gently slide your hand
down to the small of her back

and from there...

... straight down to party town.

I don't think it was that
sort of moment, Uncle Jim.

- Thank you, Tess.
- Agree to disagree.

Hey, Jim.

Can we go via Railway Street?

- Why does Mum want to see Mr Atkins?
- I dunno.

They just always had... this thing.

You see, there are
people in your life, kids,

you can't be with them,

but you're never really
free of them either.

You just leave scuff marks
on each other's souls.

Oh, fuck me, that is disgusting.

Oh my God, that is gross.

But I'm finding it very
difficult to stop watching.

It's weird because they're
not ugly people individually,

but that is rank.

It's like two bulldogs
fighting over an oyster.

OK. Hopefully they're finished.

Oh, no. They're at it again.

Hoi! Come on. Sammy!

Stop sucking face and get out of here.

We've got to go.

Well, thank you for that live sex show.

The kids need new eyeballs.

Leonard...

... look after yourself, mate.

Tess...

Samantha. James.

- I hate you.
- I hate you too, you stupid moll.

- OK.
- OK.

What's this?

It's the money you owe.

Where'd you get this?

Hard work, savings, bit of good fortune.

You know I can't pay you back.

You don't have to. Your debts are paid.

You can go back to Gambling Anonymous.

Wow, Jean.

So what's the catch?

You stay away from Jim.

Got it?

Yeah. I got it.

You're not just a little bit
curious to know if it's his?

We're done here.

OK.

Is that a bag of cash?
Who is that woman?

Who? Fat chick?

She's pregnant.

So?

My sister's friend was super skinny.

And then this one day she
thought she needed a massive poo.

- And guess what?
- Baby came out.

No. It was a massive poo.

Was your sister's friend pregnant?

No.

So, your sister's friend
has been telling a story

about this time that she
thought she needed to do a shit

and she went to the
bathroom and did a shit.

OK. So... ?

Has the pregnant woman been interviewed?

She looks familiar.

I can check when we get back.

Why did she just give that
woman a bag stuffed with cash?

What the hell is Jean Cooper up to?

You know, lots of...

It was me that was with
him when he passed away

with the mobile phone inserted in his...

Yes, OK. This is
starting to ring a bell.

Bev gets the slightest hint
of what's at stake here,

she will turn this around.

Doesn't look very natural.

Shit!

- Are they throwing bacon at us?
- I believe they are.

We are not going back to Australia.

Fuck!

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