05x13 - Constant to My Purpose

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Cops, man. It's the f*ckin' cops!

NICKY: You sure?

MAN: Get down on the floor
and drop your weapons!

You get back to playing sticky
bickie with your Masonic mates.

JUDGE: Order!

I feel a stirring in my loins.
Time for me to meet a good woman —

settle down, make babies.

GERARD: Dane is the
paint-scraper robber.

You see? Informing isn't so hard
once you get the hang of it.

You, there, you f*ckin' nark.

You are so f*ckin' dead, Van West.

FUNKY MUSIC, WOLF WHISTLES

Grandpa, it breaks my heart
seeing you in here like this.
I'm all right.

No, you're not all right,
and I think about it all the time.

And I have quite a lot of time now,
thanks to a certain somebody who
ruined my life.

Now that I have got time, I'm going
to dedicate myself to making your
days brighter and more positive—

All right, whatever.
So we cleaned up at Ellerslie?

Sure did.

They're all marked up.

I can do that, if you like?

No. Loretta's my girl
on the outside.

No, I am. And I'm your girl on
the inside, because every visiting
time, I'll be here.

You don't have to do that.

No, I do. If I didn't get together
with Nicky d*ck-face Greegan,

you wouldn't be here.

I like it here.

Grandpa, you don't have to
put on a brave face for me.

I'm a box of fluffies, OK?

Room of me own, peace and quiet —
I'm happy as a pig in sh*t.

What stinks around here?

Try pulling your head
out of your arse, boy.

It was a f*cking West that
put me in here — dobbed me in.

Van f*cking West.

Bullshit.

Get your hands off him, you mongrel.

Don't make me do it, mate, cos
sometimes I lose control, and
suddenly,

you're on the ground, gasping
your last breath through the
bleeding hole in your throat,

and there's nothing no one can do
to save ya. So don't make me do it.

MEN CHEER

You're a freak, man.

Ted West. Am I pleased to see you.

Sparky.

This is fate, brother. Blessed fate.

(GASPS)

HELLO SAILOR'S 'GUTTER BLACK'

♪ Lying in the gutter,

♪ I cut the cord from my mother.

♪ She pat me on the head and said,

♪ 'Go to sea, boy.
Get to sea, man.'

♪ My luck in the gutter black.

♪ I guess I'm running back...

♪ ...to you.

♪ You in my brain.
You in my heart. ♪

Cheryl.
Ngaire.

Where is everyone?

The girls are running late.

Punctuality's never been
a strong point in this family.

They'll be here soon.

Small sherry might be nice, Wayne.

You polished off the bottle.

If you can get me a glass,
I'll see to myself. See if
you can find a clean one.

Oh, Ngaire, how are you bearing up?

As well as can be expected.

Loretta.

We just went to see Grandpa.
Ugh, it is so distressing.

He said he was fine.

He's a proud man — old school.

He shouldn't be there. He's just
protecting Nicky bastard Greegan.

I know, dear.

And I miss him terribly.
But we have to be strong.

What is this?

Well, it's, uh,...
macaroni and cheese.

Cheese at night gives me
indigestion — for future reference.

Poor Ted. At least it's a weight off
his mind knowing I've got company at
a time like this.

Hmm, strangely enough,
your name didn't come up.

I know I'm in his thoughts.

A pinch of nutmeg might
give it more flavour.

I'll bear that in mind.
For future reference.

(GROANS)

That bloody woman.
I can't get her out of my head.

Ngaire.

Ugh, Christ.

If you don't like her, why is she
here every bloody night for dinner?

Oh, because she is.

It can't be good for your blood
pressure. Why don't you just
tell her to piss off?

Cos it's her right.

Oh, don't tell me — not another
bloody code of the Wests.

Do the time; your wife gets a free
ride from the family and associates.

(SIGHS) Why can't she annoy
some other associates?

Cos most of them are dead, and
she will be too if she criticises
my cooking or my family one more—

Shh. Blood pressure.

She is such a bitch.

Calm, breathing, calm.

Breathing calm.

I am calm. I'm breathing.

So how long does
this rule apply for?

Till Ted gets out.

Oh sh*t.

Hi.

Any good news that I can pass on to
Grandpa? Like a scrap of hope he can
cling to?

What are you asking me for?

Because you're his lawyer.

He had his chance; he stuffed it.

Um, I'm busy. Go.

We can't just leave him
in there. We have to appeal.

On what grounds?

What about the fact that he is
old and frail, and it's unfair?

Look, even if Grandpa was still my
client, he hasn't told me to lodge
an appeal, so...

I can do that. I hereby
instruct you to lodge an appeal.

Uh-huh.
What's wrong?

Doesn't work that way.
Then, how does it work?

If he wants to stay there,
that is his choice.

I haven't given up on him.

Let me know how that works out.

This is all Nicky
arsehole Greegan's fault.

Every minute that Grandpa's in
prison, that penis is making
our family suffer,

but, if you're OK
with that, good (!) Yeah.

TED: What'd you burn down this time?

SPARKY: Me? Nothing. Not a thing.

It's just a silly misunderstanding,
and if I could just talk to Kilda,
I could sort it like that.

Not Kilda Norris.

Love of my life, flame of my heart.

Used to rub herself against
the ovens in the Galleria?

She's a passionate woman —

positive surge to
my negative terminal.
Good on you.

But she said I've been
getting too intense.
Righto.

I needed time alone with her to
talk. Next thing, they're accusing
me of kidnapping.

If I wanted to do that, would
I drive around the Waitakeres,
explaining the depth of my feelings?

You're clearly keen.

I mean, if I could just talk
to her — explain my side of it.

But they won't let me call her.

That's a shame.

No, see, that's why I'm busting out
of here. I've got to give Kilda my
side of the story.

We won't be too
much longer, old man.

Eh? Don't you worry about me.

Oh, I'm not leaving you behind, Ted.

I'm right.

Hey, I can do it, you know. All
I need is fertiliser, household
bleach...

GUARD: Ted. You've got a visitor.

Thank Christ. That'll be the missus.

Get out of my way, sonny Jim.

There's a hand shandy
with my name on it.

Make me.
You heard the man.

Boo!

BUZZER BEEPS

Oh, it's you.
Lovely to see you too, Ted (!)

I was hoping for a fresh bit
of Ngaire for the wank bank.

If you're missing her that badly,
you could speed things up here.
Plead it out — skip the trial.

Plead guilty?
Yeah. Bit of luck and you
could get home detention.

I never plead guilty.

Yeah, but you were guilty.

No, it's the principle.

You could be out with
Ngaire every night.

Already am. I've got her right
where I want her — in here.

I'm proud of you, Ted. So proud.

Just thinking about how firm
you've been is making me so warm.

Is it warm in here, my darling?

I do believe it is.

Ah, that's better.

Is that better?

Ted?

Ted?

Ngaire would love to have
you out, back at her place.

Ngaire knows I'll do the time, and
I'll do it happily. There's a right
way and a wrong way —

even if nobody gives
a rat's arse any more.

I'll go to my bloody grave before
I let them think they've broken
Ted West, got it?

There we go. Over the tunnel.

What are you lazy arses doing?

Having a beer.

And thinking.

Oh, that'd be a first (!)

No need to be sarcastic. With Van
away, there's thinking to be done.

About what?

We had a bit of a problem
with, uh, with the maths.

Yeah, cos, like, uh, we had two
teams of two, but now there's me
and Aaron and the Gooch.

So have we got one team of three or
two teams with two in one team and
one in the other?

Right. And while you've been doing
that, no one's been doing any work
at all.

That's harsh.

Yeah, the Gooch.
He's been on the job.

So he's the one I should be paying.

Well, he's over at Van's place cos,
um, well, um, we had the most
excellent idea.

It's really cool.

We'll deal to all the fire and smoke
damage, like, um, pro bono, so when
Van gets home,

the place will be as good as new,
because that's what mates do for
mates, eh.

So when you're not in here, not
earning, you'll be over at Van's,
not earning.

Morons.

But soft, what goddess
doth approach?

Who you calling 'soft'?
It's literature, man.

What are we drinking, lovely lady?

Piss off, Aaron. Have you
gone to see Grandpa yet?

Not as such.
Why not?

Um, because they might be watching.
Who?

The cops. They might wonder why
I'm visiting, you know, start asking
questions, you know, and...

sh*t. See? What's he doing here?

Don't poop your pants.
He's here to see me.

What for?

Cos he asked to see me.

Hey, maybe we should go
and do that work, eh?

Yes, great thinking.

There's still half a jug.

Come on. Come on

What's this about?

Uh, what can I get you?

Sheree's dead body would be nice,
or Nicky scumbag Greegan's also.

Yeah, uh, well, how
about a drink to start?

You wanna buy me a drink?
Yeah.

And that's why you're here?

Yeah.

Uh, I can't accept.

Oh, come on. Just one.

No, I can't accept a drink when
my grandpa is mouldering in prison.

That's not my fault, Pascalle.

You didn't have to oppose bail
for an old man in the sunset
of his life.

And until that situation changes,
I can't have a drink with you.

f*ckin' cops, man. They're devious.

Pretending like he's interested
in Pascalle? Yeah, right (!)

Who's this?
Gerard what's-his-face.

Probably just using her,
you know, to get to me.

Not very likely.

I keep waiting for it,
cos I kind of deserve it.

Don't be ridiculous.

No, cos I was the lookout, man.

If I'd been looking out, the cops
wouldn't have found us, and Ted
wouldn't be locked up.

It wasn't your fault.

Every knock on the door, man,
I think it's the cops coming
to get me.

I should go in there and fess up.

Munter. You spilling
isn't gonna help Ted.

Ted is fine. He is staunch.
You've got to be the same, OK?

(SIGHS)

OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm cool.

Now, tell me about
Pascalle and the cop.

DOOR SHUTS

Did you lose your way?

No.

Then get lost now.

This is my cell. We're sharing.
Bullshit.

They were worried I was
going to k*ll someone.

I heard you were a tough man —

doing over curry munchers,
stealing lollies. Real class (!)

What the f*ck would you know?
Enough to know wind when I see it.

At least I worked alone.

I didn't need no g*ng.

I don't know what you're on about.

And I would've gotten away with it
if it wasn't for Van f*ckin' West.

Oh sh*t, that hurt! f*ck!

You want a piece of this?

Ow! f*ck!

They wouldn't want that, would they?
They want me to be your new best
mate — open up, spill my guts.

What are you on about?

Oh! (GROANS)

Everything all right in here, Ted?

Any chance you can move
this ball sack somewhere else?

Sorry, mate. No can do.

WHISPERS: I've shat
better cellmates.

They must think I'm an idiot. They
did this back in ' . It'll work as
well this time.

Yeah.

How do you mean?

The cops have put him in there
hoping I'll cr*ck and spill me
guts. Ha! Like a snowflake in hell.

You know what this is, Ted?
A set-up. I just told you.

It's a message — time to get
the hell out of Dodge. Yah!

Got myself assigned to dunny duty.

Toilet cleaner can be a great agent
of change in the right hands. When
the time comes, I'll let you know.

Oh, and if you need me
to deal to Dane Harris...

I can handle that little mongrel.

OK, dig in.

What about Ngaire?

Maybe she's found somewhere
else to be a bitch.

NGAIRE: Here we are.

Too good to be true.

Can we have another setting for
Bilkey? You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not. Hi, Bilkey.

Hi.

Move around, move around.

How are you bearing up?

Oh, keeping busy.

We've just been to a
deceased-estate sale. You like?

Ripping off the dead now.
How appropriate (!)

It's great that you've got
the time and money to go shopping.

Personal tragedy
is no excuse to malinger.

What is this?
Lamb stew.

Really?

You can always eat somewhere else.

I remember Rita and little Wolf came
round for meals when Ted was away.

Rita was always nipping off for
social engagements, leaving me to
babysit. I was young enough to cope,

unlike some.

What did you say?

Knocked up at your age. I suppose it
was an accident. Still, you didn't
need to keep it.

All right, that's it.
Excuse me?

If you're gonna come
round here and eat,

the least you can do is
be a bit more f*cking polite.

Mum, please.
We have bent over backwards for you.

Only because you had to.
You got that right!

I know when I'm not wanted.
OK, OK, Stop!

Hi, uh, I knocked, but—

You're not welcome here either.

I need to talk to Pascalle.

What for?

Because I do.

Fine.

Just don't argue when I'm gone.
Everyone be nice, OK?

Is there any bread to go with this?

So are you gonna say anything
or just stand there?

It's complicated.

It always is with you.

You need to watch out
for Gerard, OK?

OK, I'll keep that in mind. Bye.

Listen to me, Pascalle.

He's not one of the good guys.

And you are?

Don't trust him —
that's all I'm saying.

I've lost everything
because of Sheree.
Pascalle—

But she didn't do everything.
My grandfather is in prison,

so if you want to make it up to me,
do something about that. And then
maybe I'll listen to you.

Until then, like Mum
said, you're not welcome.

OK.

Go on, son. Slap that monkey.

Piss off.
Just don't breathe too deep.

Eh?
(FARTS) Cabbage for tea.

Oh Jesus! f*ck!

I hope it didn't put
you off your stroke.

Oh, that is disgusting!

It's gonna get worse. (FARTS)
Maybe you should ask to move.

Yeah? Or I could... (FARTS)

Jesus, Joseph and Mary. What
crawled up your arse and d*ed?

That's just for starters, mate.

Amateur! (FARTS)

What about that, then?
What the f*ck?

And here comes... (GROANS)
Old Faithful. (FARTS)

No way!
Oh yeah.

No f*ckin' way!

You like that, do you?
And one more from the boots!

FARTS MALICIOUSLY

OK, you win, old man. f*ck. You win.

Do I, now?

I just said so. Yes.

That's all the hot air
you're getting from me,

and you can tell whoever sent you
that Ted West is no stoolie
squealer.

What are you on about?

To get me to cough. Who sent you?

No one sent me.
Pull the other one.

You can burn your ring out
for all I care. I'm no nark.

Well, f*ck me, Dorothy.
No need to cry about it.

Prick.

He's a brain's trust, all right.
Took on a couple of Mongrel Mob
guys.

Word is they're planning a party,
and he's the entertainment.

So what's he doing in with me?

Well, maybe they figured
it might be safer, you know.

To be with the harmless
old bastard, you mean?

They're idiots.
Yeah.

Well, they're in for a shock.
One day we're there; one day
we're not.

Plans are coming along. Pass the
word around — Sparky's got smokes
for aftershave.

Ted West. Visitor.

Jesus H, it's like Queen Street.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

I haven't said anything if that's
what you're worried about.

I'm not.

But if they want you
to give me up,...

I'm cool with that.
What?

I'm just saying that if you need
something to trade to get out,...

give me up. I won't
hold it against you.

You can shove that idea.

I'm just saying—
I know what you're saying. Piss off.

Mate.

You should be with your family.

Look, at least think about it.

I don't dob — that's the
beginning and the end of it.

Call yourself a career criminal.
Christ, what's wrong with you young
blokes? You've got no clue at all.

You want to give yourself up,
fine. Leave me out of it.
You are crazy.

Mad as a cut snake, but I know
how to keep my mouth shut.

KNOCK ON DOOR

(LAUGHS) What do you want?

Your grandfather is mad.

Insane. Off his tree.

You don't talk about my family like
that, not after what you've done.

Isn't that grounds for an appeal?

Mental incompetence or some sh*t...

Oh, you're a lawyer now, are you?

You tell me.

Yeah, it could be. If he wanted
to appeal, which he doesn't.

I know. He's got his pride.

Why the f*ck do you care?

If he was my grandfather,
I'd put in a bit more effort.

You put him there.

Ted is a grown-up.
He went into that job eyes open.

But he shouldn't be where he is now.

Maybe I need to go to a different
lawyer — someone with balls.

Uh, yeah, maybe. Just don't
let the door hit your arse on
the way out, will ya?

Fine.

It's worth a sh*t, and we've got
his medical history to back us up.

Why now?
What?

I thought you didn't want to help.

Well, no, I never said that.

Yes, you did.

The point is it might—

Why don't you just come out and
admit it, Jethro — that you've
realised...

I was right.

Yep. Yep. That's it.
Thank you.

He would have to convince some
experts that he was too crazy
to be remanded.

I'd swear on the bible if it
meant getting rid of Ngaire.

He's a cantankerous old bastard,
but he's not certifiable.

We need his cooperation.

Good luck.

Yeah, um, someone
should talk to him.

Well, I suppose
I am his favourite...

That's mine. You dirty bugger. You
don't bang the bishop over my girl.

I— I didn't.

She's a looker, though, isn't she?

Get your squeeze to bring a piccy,
if you want something to wank over.

Nah. She dumped me the moment
I got busted. Bitch.

Ah, well, it happens.

You get a lot of visitors.

Too bloody many.

My mum won't even visit me.

Son, have you been inside before?

Nah. Done a lot of bad sh*t, though.

I've just always been jammy
and got off... until now.

And they keep on adding
charges. Home invasion —

it's not my fault they all live
at the back of their stupid dairies.

Quit moaning.

I'm not.

Son, being the big man
isn't about the crime.

It's about how you handle the time,
and the only way to do that is to
harden up.

So how many times have
you been away, then?

This is number five.

And it'll be my last, and I'll do it
by the book. I'll show them what I'm
made of.

Ted. Visitor.

Christ! Not again!

I know. You're a popular fellow.

You keep out of my stuff,
or I'll set Sparky on you.

(LAUGHS) Nicky Greegan.
What an unpleasant surprise.

Using an innocent girl and an old
man to get at me. It's low — even
for you.

Is that what I'm doing?
Isn't it?

Don't flatter yourself.

Why would I want to get at you?

Especially when it turns out
your sister's the brains of
the operation.

And now she's gone, leaving
Pascalle as a victim of crime.

And if I can do my duty and comfort
her in any way, I'm only too willing
to do that.

Oh, come on.

Let's do this.
Assaulting an officer.

You know you want to.

What about the old man?

What are you offering?

Have you been up to something?

(CHUCKLES) Didn't think so.

Excuse me.

ENGINE STARTS

Did you talk to him?

Yeah, I did.

Grandpa, we have got
the best idea ever.

Didn't it go that well?

Not as well as I'd hoped.

Pretend to be off my rocker?

You've done it before.

I'm not some dribbling old fool.

We just want to help.

Then do us a big favour.
Mm-hm. Anything.

You can bugger off and don't visit
again. You give me the shits!

Grandpa.

How could he be so mean to me?

I know. After you've
been so positive (!)

Shut up! At least I care.
I care.

What, placing bets and pocketing
your cut? How is that caring?

Oh, shut up, both of you.

He might listen to you.

I'd never ask Ted to do something
like that. All the man has left is
his dignity and you'd suggest this?

We're trying to help him get out.

And back home with you.

I will stand by my man, and if
that means enduring a life of
loneliness...

How can you be lonely
when you're always around here?

It's about reputation.

You don't even want him out.
How dare you.

You're not that unhappy with your
ugly jewels and your free meals
and your pet poof.

I married Ted West, safe cr*cker.
A highly respected criminal, not
a lunatic or an imbecile.

I will not have his name besmirched.

And they're not ugly.

They're classic.

Bloody cheek! I can do my time.
I'm not a loony tune.

But isn't it crazy
not to want to get out?

Now you're calling me crazy as well.

Nah, I didn't mean that.

No way! He's as sane as
I am, aren't you, Ted?

Too right.
We're getting out the honest way.

How's that?
Never you mind, boyo.

You can talk in front of the lad.

Sure?

Well, let's just say it involves
electricals, bleach, assorted
men's toiletries

and a cunning fuse
of my own invention.

OK.

So any aftershave you can get
a hold of, I'd be grateful. Shtum!

Ted. You've got another one.

Can't a man get
some peace around here?

I'll go, if you like?

Sorry, lad. We can't all be popular.

I said I am not playing
the slack-jawed dribbler.

I know, and I'm proud of
you for making a stand.

Well, good, then.
You here about the gee-gees?

No. It's actually about Ngaire.

What about her?

I'm not sure if you're
gonna want to hear this...

Tell me.

She's been turning up
with loads of new jewellery.

She's been doing the rounds —
deceased estates. Real bargains
when people are grieving.

Is that what she told you?

Why? You think she's
paying too much?

If she's paying at all.

Come on, girl. Spit it out.

Well, we both know someone else
in the estate-jewellery business.

Not that yarpie van Sturmer?
She's seen him?

It could be innocent and maybe he
did need a date to the South African
Association annual dinner dance.

She went out with him?
It could be a rumour. I don't know,
maybe she just feels sorry for him.

You got this for ?
I told them it was costume.

God, you're a terror.

Dinner ready?

Phone's for you.
Oh, thank you, dear.

Hello?

Darling. Are you missing me?

What about you? You missing me?

Oh, what a question.

Missing me so much you have
to get a new bit of sparkle.

Well, yes. But I did
get it for a song.

I knew it!
Ted, what on earth—?

Johannes van Sturmer. The minute
I'm away, he's offering his baubles,

and what have you been
giving him in return?

Ted, I haven't seen him.

I have it on good authority.
I bloody know.

I promise you I would—

I know what woman's
promise is worth.

Ted!
It's happening all over.

Lying b*tches, the lot of them.

Are you all right?
No, I'm not.

I need to make another call.

Yep, yep. You get the ball rolling,
and I'll sort things from my end.

OK.

You went to see him, didn't you?

Maybe.

I've been thinking, you know.
Is that right?

I've still got no time for Van,
who is a complete w*nk*r, but
this is quite an honour.

I'm sharing with the most
experienced con a guy could meet.

So, if there's anything else you can
teach me, you know, from the wisdom
of your years or the time—

You wanna know what I've learnt?
It starts off sh*t, and it gets
worse.

But—
Would anyone want to be in
here if there was a choice?

You did.
Well, I'm crazy. Or I'm gonna be.

Sorry, son.
What for?

Don't take it personally,
but I could do with a bit of backup.

Guard! Get this crazy
old bastard away from me!

Jesus Christ, Ted!

They told me to do it. The voices.

MEN GROAN

What's up, Ted?

Bugger off, Sparky. I'm out of here.

But I'm almost there, mate. I scored
a nearly full bottle of old spice.

Hold these.

Psst. Girls.

Well, hello there.

Yes, I'm talking to you.
Who wants a piece of this, eh?

MEN GROAN

No, Ted. Put it away.

Grandpa suffered a complete mental
breakdown and sustained some
injuries.

That's a shame.
It's not life-threatening, but...

That is so great and so great
that he took my advice after all.

Yeah, you're so wise (!)

It's not over yet.
The cops could oppose bail.
Why?

Well, I don't know. They might think
Ted is just pretending to be crazy.

What's going on? My husband's in
hospital, but he's refusing to
see me.

LORETTA: Didn't you hear? He's mad.

He's pretending to be mad.

Either way, though, it'll be bad for
your rep. Maybe you should call it
quits.

You did this.

No, actually, I think
you'll find I did this.

I'd like a moment with
Little Rita, if you don't mind.

What did you say to
him, you little bitch?

I'm the bitch?

Somehow he's got the idea
I've been unfaithful.

That's crazy. Who'd want you (?)

You nasty little piece of work.

You would let him die, as long as it
meant you could wear black and get
your free lunches.

That's not true. I love Ted.
I'd never be unfaithful.

You know what? I don't care.
This way, we get him back,
and if he doesn't want you,

well, that'd be a cherry on top.

Oh, hi, Sergeant.

You could call me Zane,
if you wanted.

Why?
Uh, cos that's my name.

Oh.

I heard about your grandpa —
appeal on compassionate grounds.

Yeah, and it is so sad.

But, you know, he really should
be with his family right now.

About that drink...
I told you I can't.

Uh, no, no, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

I hate to disagree
with a beautiful woman,

but you said you can't have
a drink while he was in prison.

Yeah, well, he's not out yet.

Isn't his hearing today?

And you might talk to
the police prosecutor?

What if I already did?

Isn't that dodgy?

Oh, I'm allowed to express an
opinion, especially if it means
I can get that drink.

Yeah, well, we'll have
to wait and see, won't we?

We will.

You all right?
Yep.

Keep your head down, your big mouth
shut and don't pick any fights you
can't win.

You'll get through it OK.

Hey, um, don't forget...

You help me; I help you.
That's the way it works.

Ted West, my man. It's a real shame
you have to do this, cos, uh, I'm
all set to blow.

I will see you on the outside.

Hey, Ted. You forget this?

It was on your bed.

Do you want it?

As indicated in the medical report
offered in evidence, Ted West is
suffering dementia

which is the cause for his
previous outburst in your court.

Is that so?

Definitely, your Honour.

Then he has no wish to make any
further comment about the judiciary
or the order of Freemasons?

My client was clearly confused at
that time. He's obviously unwell.

I can see how he can be
a cause of irritation.

That's very understanding, your
Honour. We submit that the most
compassionate course of action

would be to release him on bail, so
that he may be cared for by family.

Hmm.

What have you got to say
about this, Mr West?

Mr West? ]

Maggots and flies.

Well, yes...

What is the Crown's position?

The police are not opposing
the application, your Honour.

However, they will be asking
Your Honour for certain conditions —

stringent conditions.

Hey, how did it go?

What are you doing here?

Well, I wanted to
come in, but, uh...

Grandpa's coming home. Well, at
least until the trial. He got bail,
because he's crazy and everything.

That's great news.
I know. It's the best.

Not that you would care.

Well, of course, I care.
It was my idea.

The insanity thing.

Ah, no, that would be
my brother, the lawyer.

Who was sitting on his
arse doing bugger all.

Is that true?

Truly true?
Ask Jethro.

No, don't ask Jethro. He's a lawyer.

If it is true, then, thank you.

Well, you said I had to do
something to prove myself.

This won't be the end, I promise.

Well, there's nothing,
really, you can do.

I'll pay you back the money.

It is heaps and heaps.
It would take years.

I don't care. I'll do it.

OK.

Hi there. Is this man bothering you?

Um, no, not really.

We're talking about her grandfather.

He's taken an interest now
that Grandpa's got sick.

Oh, really?

Yeah, cos you'd be pleased
now that Ted's lost his marbles.

No. No, of course not.

Oh, come on. If you were in any
way involved in a certain robbery,

Ted wouldn't be able to testify
against you — he'd be an unreliable
witness.

Is that why you did it?

No, of course not.

You ready for that drink?

I might be later.
Pascalle, don't listen to him.

You should go now.
Pascalle.

You heard the lady — piss off.

OK, here we are.

I'll put the jug on. Or is it beer
o'clock? You all right there, Ted?

Oh yeah. Best day of my life —
listening to them call me an old
fool because I've lost it (!)

Well, at least you're home.

There is that.

Theodore West.

What do you want?

Whatever Little Rita here said,
it's not true. The jewellery was
not from Johannes. Ask Bilkey.

Bilkey would say whatever
she told him to.

I have receipts.

She could easily forge them.

Look me in the eyes, Ted,
then tell me I'm lying.

Grandpa, don't listen to her, OK?
You've got us — Wayne and Slutty—

Oi!

She's the liar. But I do know
something. You love me or you
would never have done this.

What? No!

You were jealous, and I love you for
that, and I'll show you exactly how
much I love you, if you'll let me

Ted.

My darling.

I've missed you so much.

I've missed you too.

Honeypot.

Come home to me, my darling.

He can't.

Stay out of it!

Conditions of bail —
he's to stay here.

And I'll be here with
you for the duration.

Beauty.

I've got a huge, throbbing itch
that needs scratching.

We're never gonna get rid
of that f*ckin' woman.

Hey, baby.

Let's get one thing very clear.
I'm not your 'baby'.

Still, it's cool that you're here,
though. It's been a bit boring
around here since Ted left.

He's a good old guy, eh?

Do we have to talk?

Isn't that what people do at visits?

I'm only here because
Grandpa made me.

I know that, and that's wicked.

She's visiting me, eh?

Cool.

Are you wearing panties?
What?

Do you want to show me?
f*ck off, Dane.

Hey, don't go.

Look, you got a visit, OK? It's what
you wanted. This is from Grandpa —
to say thank you,

and to help pass the time.

Sweet.

Hang on. This isn't of his missus,
is it? Cos that wouldn't be right.

No, actually, it's way
better than that.

BOOM!
Holy sh*t.

ALARM WAILS

Hey, Pascalle.

Bye, Aaron.

Hey, you say that like you mean it,
but, you know, I don't think you
really mean it.

I do, actually.
But here you are all heartbroken.
How about we sit here for a while?

Go away, Aaron.
You don't mean that.

She does, so b*at it.

Evening, Officer.

Thought you weren't coming.

I'm sorry. It's been crazy.
Bloody Barry Gibbs.

You mean Sparky?

Crazy bastard blew a hole in
a wall at the remand centre.

They reckon he'll head back
here. So do you know him?

No.

Well, I did, but I never actually
liked him, because he's smelly,
and he's got boundary issues.

And I don't associate with criminal
types any more. Especially not types
like Nicky cockhead Greegan.

Uh, so, what can I get you?

If I never see him again, it will be
way too soon. Vodka tonic, thanks.

He's a piece of work, all right.

Same for the lady.
Lager for me, thanks.

It's great we have that in common.

What's that?
We both hate him.

And you are so opposite. When you
say you'll do something, you'll do
it — like not opposing bail.

Yeah, it's great that you're
so loyal to your grandfather.

Well, he can be annoying sometimes.

Yeah, but you're still loyal
to him, and I like that about you.

There's a lot of things
I like about you, Pascalle.

Yay.

Cheers.

So, we're having our
drink. What's next?

Oh, dinner? Whatever you want.

Mm, dinner sounds good.
Sweet.

Maybe a bit of whatever
will be nice.

Am I being a bit pushy?

No, no, God, no.

Cos if your heart's just been
kicked around, and it's all raw
and painful,

I think the best thing to
heal it is to just move on.

And move on with somebody who's,
like, totally different than the
arsehole who broke your heart.

Somebody who'll keep their word,
someone who won't break the law, and
someone who won't break your heart.

Well, that sounds like me.

OK. Now I'm moving on.

Moving on.

Kilda? It's me, Sparky.

Talk to me, Kilda.

Come on, babe.
We could go for a drive.

Kilda!
BANGS ON DOOR

Kilda!

HELLO SAILOR'S
'GUTTER BLACK' PLAYS

♪ Lying in the gutter,

♪ I cut the cord from my mother.

♪ She pat me on the head and said,

♪ 'Go to sea, boy.
Get to sea, man.'

MUSIC CONTINUES