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[MUSIC - THE MOCKERS, "TRENDY LEFTIES"]

LEFTY: Don't you like rugby?

Of course I like rugby,but it's not about rugby.

Uh, I think it is, Ted.

On the surface it's about rugby.

Here.

So it is about rugby. TED: No.

But you just said--

Shh.

It is about rugby, right?

Ted will probably sayit's about the black people.

No, it's not about the black people.

It is a bit, Ted.

No.

It's about Muldoon.

What it's really about isthat little pig dividing

this country so him and his poxy National mates

can stay in power.

That's what it's about. - And rugby.

- And black people. - [sighs]

Why do I bother?

What took you so long?

Saint Ted was delivering a sermon.

BILKEY: Ah, the rugby again.

But it isn't about the rugby.

[chuckles] Isn't it?

No, it isn't.

What took you so long?

Ted's on about the tour again.

Hey, did I tell you my cousin got me a ticket

to the [inaudible] game?

It's gonna be grouse.

I wash my hands of the lot of you.

[tires screech]

[THEME MUSIC - HELLO SAILOR, "WATCH YOUR BACK"]

Watch your back, watch yourback, when you're walking down

the alleys, child.

Watch your back, watch your back,

when you're out on the streets.

And there's danger on the street these days.

You can't see it through the fog and haze.

But everybody's going crazy.

Everybody's going crazy.

Everybody's going crazy.

[music playing]

Slave.

Bludger.

Try not to electrocute yourself again.

Try not to do anything useful.

Don't give Sparky a hard time.

Why?

He likes it.

And I was listening to that.

Your father's trying to sleep, and I need

you to look after the Galleria.

Why? What are you doing?

I'm seeing a man about a job.

You've already got a job.

For you.

Me?

I don't want a job.

What job?

[jail door slams]

We will get him.

You have my word.

[phone ringing]

Hi there.

You can go in now.

DES: Mrs. West.

Rita.

Yes, Rita.

We met a few years ago.

A party at your house.

With Marty Johnston?

Oh, you're Ted West's old lady.

Yeah.

Something like that.

So, how can I help you, Rita?

A mutual friend suggestedI get in touch with you.

Belinda Lace.

Belinda.

Oh.

How do you--

We met in prison.

BELINDA: [crying]

Jeez, you cocked that up.

The story of my life.

Belinda told me a lotof stories about you, Des.

[chuckles uncomfortably]

So, why were you in prison exactly?

RITA: A man got shot.

Belinda and I, we bonded over that.

Mhm.

BELINDA: I heard you shot a man.

That's certainly why I'm here.

Hey, what a fucking cliche.

My husband, I loved, unconditionally.

I stood by him for over half my life

as he lost everything we had over and over again.

Till finally we made it.

We had everything we'd never dreamed of.

Well, everything I'd ever dreamed of.

Apparently, he had alsodreamed of dumping his wife

in favor of fucking some little slut

who spread her legs for him.

So I stabbed him five times.

And do you know what I learned from that?

What?

You can't kill the devil.

I told her she should write a book.

Mhm.

I did just over a year.

Maybe if I'd had you defending me,

I wouldn't have done any time at all.

Maybe.

RITA: Unless, of course,you defended me the same way

you defended her.

DES: Oh, well, you win some, you lose some.

RITA: Yeah, as long assomeone pays the bills, eh?

[chuckling]

She knows, by the way,that you threw the trial.

Well, I'm aware of what she suspects.

That's all water under the bridge now.

I'm here to talk about the future.

Her future or mine?

Neither, actually.

My son.

His future is why I'm here.

And how am I supposedto help with that exactly?

RITA: An introduction.

There's someone I need to meet.

Your mate, Evan Lace.

Oh.

I don't want a stupid job.

Said the man standing behind the counter.

This is different.

Because you are a good boywho does as his mother says.

What sort of job isyour mom scoring for you?

Supermarket checkout?

Ooh, something that involvesfried chicken would be good.

Yeah.

Anytime you guys want to bugger off works for me.

FALANI: I must go anyway.

I have actual jobs to do to make the money

for the fine clothes thatimpress the ladies very much.

Oh, it's just a pitywhat's under that clothes.

- Oh, no, they like that too. - Oh, yeah.

In your dreams.

When are you gonna cut us in to this thing

you got going with Bert?

Don't I already buy the Southern

Comfort and the [inaudible]?

Do I not bring theGeorgie Pies to our table?

Is it wrong that I haveskills that are in demand?

Hey.

I thought you were at your shop today.

I was.

That's why I'm here.

Des McEwen came in andasked me to give you this.

- Des? - Yeah.

Why?

He said you had to open the envelope first.

He said this is a down payment.

From what?

Job.

Why would we do a job for Des McEwen?

Not us.

Just you.

Then he said to tell you it's not drugs.

OK, what is it?

He said he'd tell you when you meet.

It's a trap.

Oh, then he said, it's not a trap.

DES: [chuckling]

What do you want, Des?

Ah.

To make us both rich.

[scoffs]

Oh yeah?

How's that gonna happen?

Well, you know what it is I do, right?

Uh, yeah.

You're a criminal thatrepresents other criminals.

Well, I'm keeping bettercompany these days, you know.

Crooks who don't know that they're crooks.

The best clients a lawyer could want.

I'm walking away, Des.

Uh, the thing is, Ted, whenRita came to see me today.

Rita?

Yeah, Rita.

Your Rita.

Why did Rita come and see you?

Well, that's between me and her.

What do you mean, it's between you and her?

For fuck's sake, Ted, ask her about that.

Yeah, I will.

Good.

Because the point is, here andnow, when she came to see me,

worlds collided.

And things that were problemssuddenly became possibilities.

Great possibilities for you and for me.

And what about Rita?

Now, when I saw her, Ithought of you and your skills.

See, I've got two jobs.

One, it's a dawdle.

You could do it in your sleep.

OK?

If that works out, there'sone really, really large job.

Ha.

Well, no offense, Des, but I'd bloody trust

Muldoon before I trusted you.

Oh, that's a low blow comparing me to Piggy.

If I was a fighter and not alover, I'd do you for that.

You're not a fan of the man?

Oh, worse thing thathappened to this country.

And what are the jobs?

Oh, well, you haven'tsaid you're on board yet.

Also, you can't help me, I can't help Rita.

With what?

You'll have to ask her about that.

[chuckling]

TED: Why'd you go and see Des McEwen?

I've just been talking to him.

Why?

You first.

A woman I meet inside saidI should go and talk to Des

about getting Wolf a job with a guy he

knows in the constructionindustry, sort of.

Sort of.

Well, property and stuff.

I thought Wolf might fit in well there.

Why were you talking to him?

Oh, he's got something going.

Apparently, when he saw you, he thought of me.

What is it?

TED: I don't know yet.

You know, you can't trust Des, right?

You're trusting him with our son.

God, no.

It's an introduction, that's all.

Des said something abouta party but that he'd have

to talk to someone else first.

Presumably, you.

He didn't say anything about a party to me.

Who's the guy?

You don't know him.

Des does.

The woman I met in prison is his ex-wife.

TED: Des said he couldn'thelp you if I didn't help him.

So, are you gonna help me?

And our son?

Jobs are hard to come by these days, Ted.

Well, then I don't have much of a choice, do I?

DES [ON PHONE]: It's a bloodyhonor, mate, to be working

with the legendary Ted West.

TED [ON PHONE]: Ah, yeah,backing up the truck, Des.

I still need to know what the jobs are.

Yeah, well, one at a time.

The first job is that you andRita are going to a party.

Yeah, what is this party?

It's a Parnell party.

Advertising wankers and themasters whose asses they lick.

And it's a flash do, but don't worry.

I'll sort that.

Sort what?

The fact that you're not flash.

And while I'm at this flash party?

There's a safe in the house.

What am I stealing?

Nothing.

I need you to put something in the safe.

TED [ON PHONE]: What?

DES [ON PHONE]: Well,that's not for you to know.

It is if you want me to do the job.

Paper, Ted. Bits of paper.

Stuff you wouldn't understand.

Shit, I don't understand half of it.

It's how money moves around these days.

OK.

OK.

Why?

That you definitely don't need to know.

But rest assured, you'll be sticking it to one

of Muldoon's bastard spawn.

I'll need somebody to watch my back.

Well, usually I'd suggest Rita,

but she'll be busy elsewhere.

Bring Lefty and that hot bitch wife of his.

This will be right up their alley.

So, are we a go?

There's a truckload of money waiting

for you at the other end.

[sighs]

We're a go.

[music - m, "pop muzik"]

FALANI: [sighs]

Another patient for your surgery, Dr. Bert.

Sweet.

Hey, check this out.

Pretty choice, eh?

Truly beautiful.

But I thought it was my job to steal the cars.

It's not stolen.

Why is it here?

Well, I bought it.

Legally.

No.

Yes.

Do you want to got for a cruise?

Very much so.

No.

LEFTY: What the fuck's all this about?

No idea.

There wasn't anything else?

Just a drawing of the house.

A drawing of the room with the safe.

And what about the stuffwe're putting in the safe?

Des is bringing it by my house tonight.

Oh, and we have to wear suits.

I'm not forking out for a suit.

TED: No, Des is paying.

And Bilky's sorting it.

Dresses for the ladies too.

Do I get to keep the suit?

I don't bloody know.

[MUSIC - COUP D'ETAT, "DOCTOR I LIKE YOUR MEDICINE"]

Doctor, I like your medicine.

You make me laugh when I cry.

Yep, that's you.

You're done.

[clears throat]

The shoulder one as well.

Tough one, take a deep breath.

TED: What the hell are you doing?

BILKEY: You're all right, mate.Everyone goes through it.

Lefty just did it.

You could wear that to a funeral.

Well, maybe I'll wear it to yours

if you don't shut the hell up.

I feel weird.

Well, you really shouldn't.

B-- because-- because you look nice.

Thanks, Sparky.

No, he's right.

RITA: You sure?

Because you look great.

No I don't.

I look like one of them.

Who?

The wankers who live in Parnell.

[chuckles]

[knocking]

Uh-oh.

No one told me about this.

Ted?

News to me.

Are you guys going to a toga party?

I don't know.

Ted?

I have no idea.

Well, I think you both look beautiful.

DES: Good evening, my lovelies.

And don't we all look beauteous.

Gee, no one would know you're from Henderson.

Des, what the fuck is this?

Oh, just think of it as a uniform.

In whose army?

The army of the night.

Ted, we have some business.- Yeah.

This way.

RITA: Gin?

Oh, yes.

You need to put this into the safe.

And don't get your fingerprints on it.

It'll only cause confusion.

What is it?

Business, Lefty.

Business which is none of your business.

Don't we have a right to know?

No, you don't.

You have a right to putthat into the safe without

anyone knowing about it.

Right.

So we just walk in carrying it, do we?

What, are we going to a meeting?

I don't know, Lefty.

You're the fucking criminal geniuses.

I could just shove it down my shirt front.

LEFTY: Yeah, that could work.

Ladies, I look forward tothe pleasure of your company

very soon, except we don't know each other.

[QUIETLY] And the man thatyou're after, yes, he'll

be there.

I haven't been to a swanky party in ages.

Is that what this is?

In the city, Parnell?

I thought it just rhymed with swanky.

So, you and Lefty get invitedto a lot of swanky parties,

do you? - Me, not so much.

I can't speak for Lefty.

Maybe Lefty needs to remember what

he's missing out on at home.

OK, ladies, let's get this show on the road.

Toga!

Toga!

RITA: Shut up or findsomewhere else to live, Sparky.

You want to fire up the VHS?

I'm not watching porn with you, Sparky.

[MUSIC - THE ANDROIDS, "AUCKLAND TONIGHT"]

BERT: [whooping]

[car horn honking]

Looking bloody beautiful, ladies.

[laughing]

Hey, she waved at me.

Oh, whatever.

[police siren]

Oh, shit.

Should I gun it?

No, you might crash.

Just pull over.

And you are certain of thelegality of this vehicle.

Yes, it's all good.

Nothing to worry about.

Good to know.

[dramatic music]

Yeah?

Driver's license, please.

Sure.

Sure thing.

Any problems?

I'm pretty sure wewasn't breaking any laws.

This your car?

No, it's mine.

I'm asking him, not you.

It's his car.

Can you step out of the car, please?

Why?

- It's OK, Bert. - Not you.

You stay in the car.

Why'd you stop us?

We weren't doing anything wrong.

Get back in the car.

You're not even a traffic cop.

Are you even allowed to pull us over?

I said, get back in the car.

Maybe you should justget back in the car, Bert.

No.

Not until this pig answers my question.

Why did you pull us over?

I'm not warning you again.

BERT: Yeah?

Or what?

You'll arrest us?

What for?

You can't arrest us for doing nothing,

[jail door slams]

[MUSIC - SHARON O'NEILL, "ASIAN PARADISE"]

Is this the right place?

There's a strange white moon at my open window.

There's a heat on the breeze tonight.

I see the lights of the hotel burn in the trees.

And I feel love is burning me.

Ted fucking West.

It is Ted fucking West!

Darijo, how are you, mate?

Come with me, eh.

Darijo, what the fuck are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

I'm rich is why I'm fucking here.

[scoffs]

Yeah, right.

When the men here want tobuild their subdivisions,

who do you think they call?

You.

Me.

That's what the fuck I'm doing here.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Yeah.

The thing is, Darijo, I'm not actually here.

Yes you are.

- No, I'm not. - Y-- yes.

Yes, you are.

No, Darijo.

I'm not.

You are doing fucking crime!

Darijo, listen to me.

Here, tonight, you and me.

You don't know me, OK?

I get it.

Uh, Ted West.

Who is Ted West?

Never fucking heard of him.

Your secret is safe with me, hm?

Thanks, Darijo.

Yeah, it's good to know.

Otherwise, I'd be very surprised to see

you at this sort of party.

Yeah, why? 'Cause I'm not rich?

No.

I-- I would not have picked youto be at this sort of party.

What sort of party?

[MUSIC - PENKNIFE GLIDES, "TAKING THE WEIGHT OFF"]

Making yourself at home, Rita?

As far as the party goes.

Oh, you wait till it really gets started.

Follow me.

Where?

Basement dungeon.

Nah, I'm just kidding.

The bloke you want.

There is a dungeon.

I can show you that later if you're game.

Pass.

[chuckles]

Evan Lace, head of the Lace Corporation.

It takes a special kind of self-love

to name a corporation after yourself.

You can't kill the devil.

So the devil wins?

I'm here aren't I?

You know what I'd do if I were you?

I'd take the bastard's lifeapart brick by brick, dollar

by dollar, till he was begging you to stab him.

DES: Evan, this is Rita, thewoman I was telling you about.

Hello.

Evan Lace.

I know.

Joanne.

Hi.

Thanks, Des.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Hey, Des, is that other thingwe talked about getting sorted?

Even as we speak.

So Des says you have something to ask me?

More tell than ask.

You need to give my son a job.

This is one of them swinger parties.

You know, we're, um--

swapped.

Gee, Ted, do you think so?

I should have bloodyguessed with Des involved.

Where's Rita?

She took off.

Oh, she's meeting someone?

She's in the right place.

No, not like that.

I'm gonna go [inaudible] the room.

Stay here.

Go on, off you go.

Eh?

You know you want to.

No.

No way.

You can do whatever you bloody well like.

I'm not gonna stop you.

I don't want to--

you know.

But isn't it important thatwe blend in, for the good

of whatever this bloody job is?

Lefty, the man with one ball.

Darijo.

It's OK.

I know you're not really here.

Uh, Lefty, this is my hot girlfriend Mandy.

She's crazy.

Mandy, this is Lefty.

He has only one testicle.

You could put it in your mouth like a grape.

You must be Mrs. Lefty.

Ngaire.

Ngaire.

That's a beautiful name.

[clears throat]

MAN AND WOMAN: [moaning]

No, no, I'm good.

Thank you.

[sniffing]

[indistinct chatter]

DARIJO: So, do you like big machines?

Well, what woman doesn't?

I have many big machines.

Graders, Euclids.

That's very impressive for someone so young.

Age-- age is not important.

Balls.

Balls are important.

Yes.

Yes they are.

Spa pool looks nice.

Yes it does.

Would you care for spa?

I would care for spa.

[chuckles]

Hold that for me.

[giggling]

Very nice.

What the hell are you doing?

It's a party. Partying.

No.

No you're not.

You've had your turn, Lefty.

You've had plenty of turns.

It's my turn.

My turn now.

If you don't like it, you can leave.

Otherwise, get with the party.

I'm not stopping you, Lefty.

Nothing ever stops you.

DARIJO: Mm.

[laughs]

Mm.

[laughing]

Oh, some days I love my job.

This is bullshit, McCarthy.

Get me out of here.

Well, these are serious charges.

What charges?

It's my car.

We were doing nothing wrong.

And that's for the courtto decide that, yeah.

You know what this is?

Mm?

This is racism.

Yeah.

Two brown fellas in a nice car plus racist cop

equals let the court determinewhere the sun don't shine.

It is a nice car, so I hear.

Oh, it is.

And how did a Tuareg likeyou afford a car like that?

I saved up.

[laughing]

But you're right.

You weren't doing anything wrong.

Young Terry pulled you over because he

didn't like the look of you.

And we'll be leaving now.

And then your dipshit mate pulled

out a fake driver's license.

Bullshit.

Bert, it said "diver's license" on it.

So what?

Heaps of people here fakeeverything these days.

No big deal.

Well, it is to a kid who'shad more than his fair share

of last chances.

No.

This is the one that's gonna see him spending

time as a guest of Her Majesty.

There's no way around it.

If you don't believe me, ask him yourself.

Are you OK there, Tonto?

Been better, Kemosabi.

I'm so sorry.

What are you sorry for?

Well, if I didn't getall uptight with that cop.

No.

This is Eric's fault.

Eric, why?

Who uses a forger who can't spell?

Well, how come youeven need a fake license?

My parents don't know I can drive.

They think if I can drive,I will go out stealing cars.

They are very wise, my parents.

And violent.

Especially my mother.

Maybe it is better if I go to prison,

to escape her [inaudible].

No way are you going to prison.

Bert, I am on my fourth strike three.

[sighs]

But we had some good times, did we not?

It's actually very simple.

I buy a company for less than it's worth,

and then I break it up and Isell it for more than I paid.

But you never actually make anything.

I make wealth, Rita.

Isn't that enough?

And buildings.

We're moving into property.

You know, I like the idea of a very tall

building with my name on it.

A monument in mirrored glass.

EVAN: Yeah, something like that.

So tell me about your son.

Wolf, short for Wolfgang.

You know, you do look far tooyoung to have a son out looking

for gainful employment.

Well, I started and finished young.

Wolf's an only child.

Mm.

Does he have any experience in business?

No.

Not in business.

Then why would I employ him?

Because I know that there arecertain jobs that you need done

from time to time to removeobstacles for your business,

and my son has experienceand skills in these areas.

He just needs to put themto work in the right area.

Which is my area, isn't it?

I think you would bothbenefit from the relationship.

TED: Excuse me.

I just need to grab you for a moment.

Can it wait?

No.

Apologies for interrupting.

No problem.

Is he the guy?

Yes, he is, and I'mright in the middle of it.

This smarmy looking bloke.

Well, I'm not gonna fuckhim if that's your problem.

No. Lefty is my problem.

He shot through on me.

Probably sticking his dicksomewhere he shouldn't.

[moaning]

Well, that's no surprise, butwhat's this got to do with me?

Well, I need someone towatch my back, and you're it.

Ted, I'm in the middle of something.

Well, it can wait 10 minutes.

Not really.

Rita, if I don't do my job,it probably won't help with what

you've got going on, will it?

Fine, and make it quick.

MAN AND WOMAN: [moaning]

WOMAN: Oh my god.

Trust me.

They won't pay any attention to us.

Stay here. Keep watch.

If anyone tries to get in, just stop them.

Any suggestions how?

By any means necessary.

At this party, that could mean anything.

[sighs]

TED: So why him?

Why who?

That guy.

Why that job?

Because he has a job that Wolf can do.

Any chance you could get a bloody move on?

[clicking]

MAN AND WOMAN: [moaning]

Oh, shit.

What?

Get it done, now.

[suspenseful music]

Ted, finish it.

- Hey, this room is off limits.- What?

MAN: Not here.

TED: Oh. RITA: Oh.

BOTH: [laughing]

Sorry.

Come on.

Come on up.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Quick thinking.

Thank you.

Not in your wildest dreams.

WOMAN: [moaning]

You're leaving?

JOANNE: Yes we are.

I'm not really into all this.

I show up to be polite, butI leave before the craziness.

But not before you've seen your rivals

headed down the slippery slope.

On a good night.

Why do you want your son to work for me?

To learn.

Learn what?

How to go around the law,rather than simply breaking it.

[sniffs]

Get your son to come pay me a visit.

Are you finished?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So we can get the fuck out?

Please.

Rich guy.

Yeah, he is.

Should we go back inside and find them?

TERRY: Come on.

Hurry up.

Thanks, Terry.

Bert.

You can go now, Terry.

Bert, sit down.

Well, this is all good.

Well, for you it's all good.

You can piss off any time you like.

What about Falani?

MCCARTHY: Falani's a good kid, eh?

Well, he's a bit soft on it.

And he's made a few bad choices in life.

Throwing in with you, for example.

We're just kind of mates.

Just kind of mates.

Yeah, sure.

Anyway.

The way I see it, Falani is at a crossroads.

OK?

One way, it will not endwell for your chubby mate.

Or there is another path.

The one you can help him with.

No.

I see where this is going,and I'm not giving you Ted.

Ted.

What's Ted got to do with this?

I'm not narking for you again.

Why would I want you to do that?

You were the worst fucking nark ever.

No.

What I want from you, Bert, is for you

to do your country a service.

But should you refuse my very kind offer,

I will have the bookthrown at Falani with all

the strength I can muster.

And we both know it will notend well for a good kid like him

if he goes inside.

Now, are you ready to listen?

Where are you going?

To meet Des.

Won't he still be partying?

TED: He better bloody not be.

[suspenseful music]

DES: [groaning]

Oh, hell of a night, eh, Ted?

I did what you wanted.

Oh, in so many ways, eh?

[chuckles]

Here's the rest of your fee for a job well done.

I have one very happy client and one

very unhappy rather confused client,

but that's a whole other story.- I don't need to know.

No you don't.

Hey, Des, is that thing wetalked about getting sorted?

Even as we speak.

[MUSIC - PENKNIFE GLIDES, "TAKING THE WEIGHT OFF"]

It seems like you don't care no more.

I'm sick of begging you to stay on with money.

I don't care, care, care, care,care, just leave me alone.

I'm sick of living in the shadow of your smile

while you take the weight off my feet.

This man is my client.

You better treat him withthe respect he deserves.

Say nothing.

Good morning, love.

How was one ball?

I knew it.

So how about we move on to the next job?

That's why I'm here.

Tell me, Ted, where do youstand on the bloody tour?

BERT: You OK?

I think so.

BERT: Did they charge you with anything?

That Mr. McCarthy cop tore up my license.

He told me not to be a [inaudible]

and go back to school. - Yeah.

They had nothing, eh?

They had plenty on me.

Nah.

That cop was just being racist.

Screw them.

Yeah, screw them.

Racists!

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Let's go and see if the car's still there.

Yeah.

Some bastard better not have nicked it.

This is bullshit.

It's the way it's done, Constable.

[dramatic music]

[music - herbs, "azania"]

[indistinct chatter]

MAN: Hey. - Gidday.

Can I help you?

More like, can I help you?

I'm looking to join or whatever you call it.

John and Trevor are readyfor that strategy session now.

[inaudible]

Are you here to pitch in?- Yep.

Yep, sure.

Anything. - Great.

We need all the help we can get.

I'm Riana.

I'm Honai.

Welcome aboard, Honai.

And I'm Dave.

Well, come on.

I'll show you around to introduce you.

Yeah.

This is Andrew.

Andrew, this is Honai.

He's new.

Get up.

Breakfast is on the table,and we need to talk.

[groans]

What if I don't want to meet this wanker?

Too bad.

You're going.

What's the job?

To do whatever he bloody tells you.

And you haven't got it yet, so you better

smarten up your attitude.

And why this particular guy?

Because he's important to all of our futures.

How?

Come on. What's the real reason?

When I was in prison, I met someone.

A friend.

And this man, he was not good to her.

So, we are gonna take everythinghe owns, and then some.

So we're gonna rob this guy for her?

And for our share too.

Is Dad in on this?

No. No.

This is just between you and me.

LEFTY: Aye.

Sorry about last night.

I looked for you, but I couldn't find you.

That's OK.

Me and Ngaire split.

It must have been long after you.

What's this?

TED: It's your cut.

Do I deserve a cut after last night?

Oh, I'm sure you earned it.

Sorry.

Sorry I'm late.

BILKEY: [inaudible] maritime Brit.

No, just had a thing, that's all.

What thing?

I'm here now.

What's the story?

The story, comrades, is thatthe South African rugby team

arrive here this week.

ALL: [chuckling]

So is this another one of your lectures, Ted?

TED: No.

And I don't lecture.

The thing about this tour,putting the politics aside,

is that, with the South African rugby team,

comes a certain breed of South African supporter.

In this case, rich, redneck boys.

And the thing about thismob is, they're not as dumb

as the rest of their species.

I've done the math.

A few whites versus all those non-whites.

I've seen the writing on the wall.

So they're getting their moneyout of South Africa, illegally.

In cash.

Here, to New Zealand.

Where they're looking to start their new lives

by buying up a whole bunchof land on the North Shore.

So, it's our patriotic duty,gentlemen, to stop this thing,

and to relieve them of their cash.

PHINEAS: How much cash are we talking about?

Half a million is our cut.

BILKEY: Who are we cutting it with?

Des McEwen.

Ah.

He's the middleman between the property

guy and the [inaudible].

He's also our partner, but, uh--

they don't know that, obviously.

So, are we in?

Fuck yeah.

Yeah.

Then we'll smash them at the rugby too.

[laughter]

[non-english speech]

You're what?

Oh, it's this thing I just learned.

It means power to the people.

And yeah, yeah, I'm in.

Well, then,[non-english speech] it is,

boys.

And bring on the tour.

[music playing]

RITA [ON PHONE]: Yep, he's in there now.

I'm sure he'll do just fine.

You told him everything?

RITA [ON PHONE]: I'll fillin the gaps as we go along.

BELINDA [ON PHONE]: If he gets in, that is.

He's my boy.

I have faith.

Yes?

I'm here to see Mr. Lace.

Right.

You're that kid.

I wouldn't say that.

I would.

Follow me.

BELINDA [ON PHONE]: Are yousure you're OK dragging him

into this?

RITA [ON PHONE]: He'll be fine.

It'll be good for him.

What about you? How are you doing?

I'm better now, thanks to you.

Do you have a problem being told what to do?

It depends on who's telling me.

Explain.

Well, it depends ifthey're a fuckwit or not.

Do I strike you as a fuckwit?

Don't know.

You haven't told me to do anything yet.

So, any potential problems are to do

with the "who" rather than the "what"

it is you're being told to do.

I don't have anyproblems breaking the law

if that's what you're asking.

It's not quite, but close enough.

[sniffs]

There's a job if you want one.

So, your thing with Des went OK?

Yeah, it's good.

And Wolf got the job.

Yep.

Good.

So everything's good then?

I reckon.

[music playing]

I was walking with my friend,and my friend said, burning

from my soul, disco is dead.

Ha!

Disco is dead.

It's dead now.

Disco is dead.

It's dead now.

[inaudible] I don't want tohear another [inaudible]..

Now, disco is dead.

It's dead now.

Disco is dead.

It's dead now.

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