03x12 - Good Friends, As You Are Friends

[bunniefuu]

She's with child.

No way.

Whose body is this?

This is a baby now, Loretta.

I just got hassled by your grandpa,
so if you got issues, bro, it ain't
up to me.

OK.
Don't bug me.

You're OK.

Yeah. I'm better now.

Much better.

Don't touch me. You're a monster.

But I love you. You're my fiance.

I would not marry you if you
were the last woman on earth.

What do you say?
Thank you, d*ck-features.

Lot of windows here, Ted. Ted West,
Theodore West, Edward West. Who's
Maurice Lovedale?

Hope you're not doing benefit fraud.

You can take the Trotsky out of the
bacon factory, but he's still got a
snout.

I think you set a new record
there for pig references, Ted.

Pascalle, you've got your uniform
on, so you're probably going to
work.

Oh, yeah.

Do you think you
should have the day off?

No. It's all I've got to live for.

Bloody Bruce. What
the hell happened?

I think it was a Muslim thing.

If I get my hands on that
little sh*t, I'll throttle him.

Well, he's gone to Wellington.
Isn't that punishment enough?
Ooh, is that money?

Back off. My superannuation cheque.

Porker payout.

grand! I can help
you invest that.

Be gone, vulture.

Get Carter in the fifth at Hastings.

I don't think so.
I got plans for this.

Can I help you with that?

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. ♪

What are they doing
letting you in here?

It's Rusty Nail.
They let everyone in.

Whoo-hoo!

Good game, bro. Is that your coin?

Let him go, bro. Let him go.

Fiendishly clever, these oriental
number puzzles. Still, if I can
cr*ck a safe, I can cr*ck— Bugger.

Are you smoking outside
because of me?

Yeah. Yeah. Apparently the toxins
and sh*t, they can hang around for
ages.

I hope that beer's
for your grandfather.

He can get his own beer.

For God's sake.

Have you ever heard of
foetal alcohol syndrome?

Heard of stress relief?

You need to look after your health.

No, you mean I need to look
after my baby's health.

Same thing. ]

Aren't new mothers are meant
to drink a pint a day?

Pint of Guinness. My mum drank it
when she was breastfeeding me, and
I turned out OK.

You're drinking for two now.

Are you going to drop in a cliche
every day that I'm pregnant?

More early nights and less of that
depressing music you listen to.

Oh my God. You've gone
completely insane, haven't you?

It all gets in through the walls.

[ What walls?
Your womb walls.

Try not to fall off the balcony
when you're smoking outside.

(CHUCKLES)

Beer, thanks. Pint. Whatever.

Van? Van West?

Van f*cking West. The man.
The machine. The legend. Huh?

The Vanatron. The Vaninator.
Van the man. (LAUGHS)

Ball tag!

(LAUGHS) Gotcha.

Aaron, you cock.

Aaron Spiller.
Yeah. In the flesh. Larger than
life. Hey. Good to see you.

Yeah. It's good to see you too, man.

Hey. Whoa, whoa. Hey, no, no,
no, no, no f*cking way.

Van f*cking West does not come in to
my bar and buy a drink. All right?

It's on me. Put this on my tab, Roy.
I got it, man. No worries.

Yeah?
Yeah, yeah. Grab it.
Come meet my lads.

Hey, guys. Listen up. OK. This is
Jimbo. This is Nicko. This is Gooch.

Guys, this is the legend of Shadbolt
High, OK? You gotta bow down before
this man, all right?

Van f*cking West.

Hi.

OK. Shift over. Give
him some space. sh*t.

This man does not put his hand in
his pocket tonight, OK? Even the
fisherman's basket is on me, eh?

Yeah?

Yeah, bro. So, Van, why do doctors
slap babies when they're born?

Uh, I dunno.
So the cocks fall off the dumb ones.

LAUGHTER

Cheers, guys.

Des.

Oh, Wayne.

There was no one at reception,
so I just came through.

Underlings. No staying power. Vino?

Nah. Not for me. I'm...

Not any more, my friend. You're
a civilian. Enjoy the privileges.

I'll make it quick. You
charging by the minute?

A guy just asked me that. I said,
'I charge per question. $ for
three questions.'

He said, 'Really?' I said, 'Yeah.
What's your third question?'

I'm here to settle up.
So what do I owe you?

Well, including tonight?

Everything up until now.

Well, Cheryl's already paid that.
What?

Clearly she and you need
to work on something.

That bit where you talk to each
other. So was that your third
question?

When the hell did this happen?

Oh, a while ago.

You just got out.
How much?

Um, just under .

grand?

[ Mm-hm.

Where'd you get that from?

I took out a loan. It was
a private arrangement.

With who?

Gary Savage.

What's he giving you money for?

He's not giving it. He lent it.

Des was his suggestion, so he just
offered to help out paying for him.

Were you ever going to
tell me any of this?

You had a lot on your bloody plate
at the time. And since then we've
had better things to catch up on.

You should have mentioned it.

It's not a conspiracy, Wayne.
Now you do know.

It's all under control. The interest
rate's low. You'll be working soon.

And we will kick this loan
to the kerb in no time.

No worries.

This chick's all crying, you know.
'Boo hoo. Please, don't tow my car!'

And then she goes on to say,
'There must be something I can do.'

And I go, 'Something?' You
know what I'm talking about.

(LAUGHS)

Did she give you anything?

Nah, she was a bit of a dog, eh.
But, you know, happens all the time.

Well, thanks for the beers and the
seafood basket. Swell. Good to see
you again, eh.

Ball tag! (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES) Hey.

OK. Well, I'll see you later, man.

You're not walking home?
Yeah. ]

I'll give you a lift in my truck.
You a towie? ]

Yeah. That's what I was
telling you. Come on.

Oh, yeah.

ENGINE STARTS

Best f*cking job in the universe.

Do what I like, when I like.
Park where I like.

Rule one — towies don't
tow other towies.

Yeah? What a perk, man.

Power, money, more p*ssy than you
could shake a stick at. Open the
glovebox.

Another perk. Help yourself.

You sure?
Yeah. We're mates, aren't we?

Yeah, man.
All right.

TYRES SKID

TYRES SQUEAL

...then I see she's got two nipples
on one tit, right? No crap. Like a
puppy with two noses.

I still shagged her.

Tojo alert.

Look at this sh*t. How's she
supposed to see where she's going?

It's an accident waiting to happen.
It's up to us, bro. It is our duty
to take this one away.

Us?

Yeah. Keep an eye out,
will you, mate?

METAL CLATTERS

ALARM WAILS

Uh, don't worry about that. We could
drive straight past the cop shop and
no one would bat an eyelid.

There's something else you
could help me with, mate.

Legend on the team tonight. Welcome
to my chop shop. We strip the cars,
hit the bars. Right, lads?

f*ck, yeah.

Van the man. Remember
that time in Swanson?

You were off your face, but you
stripped that Honda Accord.

Yeah.
You and that Maori guy.
What was his name?

Munter.
Yeah. So, you still the man, Van?
Still the legend?

f*cking A, bro.

Yeah. Whoo-hoo.

FRENETIC ROCK MUSIC

Line up. Line up. Line up.
Yeah. f*cking A.

CHEERING

Whoa. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Choice night, mate.

Yeah.

What are you doing?
I'm feeding me. And, by association,
my baby through the walls.

Not leftovers, you're not.

It could be full of listeria.

Mum, I'm hungry,
and it doesn't care.

You eat healthily from now on.
Cereal and vitamins and sh*t.

Oh, will the joy never end (?)

Sit.

You're having cereal.

Gotta go.

Where are you off to?

Money to spend.

Can you spend it on a ticket
to get me out of this hell?

(IMITATES CAR)

Got you a present.

No, you didn't.
Yeah. I did.

It's for your baby.
Oh, really?

Mm-hm. Hey, do you
know how to use this?

It's an iPod. It's
the simplest thing ever.

Mm.
Second simplest.

I got it from a mate.

Scissor Sisters, Elton John and
George Michael. Who exactly is
this mate?

No one.
Van, are you having a**l sex
with men and not telling us?

(GROANS)
There you go.

Where'd you get that?
Hm?

I got it for Loretta.

Mm. From his mate.

He didn't need it any more.

Because he can now see over
the wheel when he's listening to
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Are we expecting the cops?

No.

Hey, Mrs W. Long time, no see.

Um, Mum, this is my mate.

Aaron. Um, we went
to the same school.

Yeah, yeah. We're old mates.
Me and Van. We go way back.
And you're looking good, Mrs W.

Right.

Beautiful West sisters, man.

Ew.

Who the f*ck are you?

Pascalle, baby.
You must remember me.

Aaron Spiller. Shadbolt High.

Oh, yeah.

Is she seeing anyone?
Aaron, um, what are you doing here?

Brought your cut around.

My cut of what?
Of the car. Those Jap parts
sell like yellow hot cakes.

I wasn't expecting any money or
anything, Aaron. It was just a good
night. You know, good fun.

Oh, well, take it. You earnt it.
It's good for my slack-ass mates
to see a pro. Van West, the legend.

Take it.

We're mates.

sh*t, man.
Yeah, man. ]

That piece of crap there cost me
$ , . The artist d*ed a year
ago, and now it's worth a hundred.

That's good for you. Not
so good for the artist.

Well, the point is, I'm happy to
lend Cheryl the money. I'm not
missing it.

We're grateful to you for that, but
I'm in a position to be able to make
a dent in what we owe you.

grand worth of dent.

Not small as dents go. But you
should hold on to your money until
you're working again.

And then we can have this talk.

She did the deal for you, Wayne.

Can I just pay you? OK?

I can see you're not going to take
no for an answer. Make the cheque
out for .

Keep the rest for yourself and then
you've got something to live on.

.
.

.

(LAUGHS) You know, this is the
strangest negotiation I've ever
been involved in.

, Wayne. And that
is a final offer.

Done.

Couple of beers, thanks.

See. My place. Sweet, eh?

Yeah. For a toilet.

Last week, you remember
Corinna Balani from school?

Yeah. I rooted her.

We all did. She got really wasted.
She was on the pool table. She got—

Let's go to Hook, Line and Sinker.

Nah, nah, man. Let's,
uh, hang here, eh?

Oh, that's that Maori mate of yours.

Yeah. I used to know him.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Hori.

Hey, Hori.

Ball tag.

Aaron Spiller. I remember you.

Pretty memorable guy.

Yeah. Well, why don't you
piss off out of here, then?

Are you going to make me, Hori?
Aaron, let's just go, eh?

Yeah. Let's get out of this jiggaboo
bar before we catch something.

Pregnancy is like the black hole of
fun. All the good things in life —
sugar, fat, dr*gs, alcohol —

all gone. It's like a cruel cosmic
joke. Months and months of no fun
and Mum hassling me.

At least she cares.

By treating me like a ret*rd every
waking moment, every f*cking day.

At least somebody cares about you.

Mum cares.

She said she wanted to smack Bruce.

He's in Wellington.

Thank God we've got the fridge.

Hey, don't knock the fridge.

Hey, Cheryl.
Hey.

Holy sh*t.

Nothing escapes her.

What is this?

It even has an ice maker.

What's it doing here?

It's replacing the shonky
one Falani gave us.

Him Tarzan, you Jane. He provide,...

...me happy.

Me nauseous, and not
even cos I'm pregnant.

(SQUEALS)

How much did they catch you with?

Oh, nothing. It's
not about me. It's Van.

(LAUGHS) I thought you guys
weren't bum buddies any more.

We were never bum buddies.

Friends is what I meant.

Why didn't you just say friends,
instead of being insulting?

What about Van?

Do you remember a guy from
school called Aaron Spiller?

Hey, mummy's boy. Ball tag.

(LAUGHS)

Yep. I remember that
little w*nk*r. Why?

Him and Van are new best mates.

This is to do with me because...?

Oh, nah, not to do with me neither.
I just thought you should know.

If Van wants to hang out with
a cock scratcher, it's his business.

Yeah. That's what I thought.

Later.

(SIGHS)

LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC CHANGES ABRUPTLY
TO UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC

Jesus!

d*ck!
(SIGHS) I hear you got a new friend.

So?
I hear this friend is,
uh, Aaron Spiller.

Ball tag jerk-off.

Who told you?

Munter.

Why the f*ck would he give a f*ck?

I don't know, Van.

More to the point, why do you want
to hang out with a come-stain like
Aaron Spiller?

Aaron's all right.

He's a mate.

Look, people that hang out with
Aaron Spiller have a habit of
getting themselves into trouble.

How he finds people stupid enough
to hang out with him is beyond me.

Well, I'm not stupid, and
you're not the king of me.

For Christ's sake, Van. For
once in your life, listen.

This prick will bring you down.

What do you know?
Plenty.

Bet you don't.
Bet I do.

Bet you don't.
Bet I—

OK.

A while back, Aaron Spiller
was involved in a chop shop.

Now, the cops raided the place and
everyone went down, except Aaron,

because Aaron got nicked on a car
theft the night before the raid.

He got diversion and
his mates went inside.

Aaron Spiller spilled.

Van, he's a f*cking nark.

Well, how do you know?
I was his lawyer, shithead.

Nothing to do with me.
What do I care?

OK. I came here to help. If you want
to be an arsehole, be an arsehole.

No, Jethro. You are the arsehole.

LAWNMOWER BUZZES

Got you mowing the lawn, huh?

LAWNMOWER STOPS

It's my lawn now, I guess.

Is it?

So, to what do I owe this pleasure?

I'm here to return something
that doesn't belong to me.

That money's yours.

Can I tell you a story, Wayne?

Is it gonna take long?

The boffins at Sony invented a
miniature tape deck. It was so small
they couldn't fit speakers into it.

Is this going somewhere?
I need to do my edges.

Well, on the other side of the
factory they had these headphones.

This guy from Sony sees the two
things, put them together. That
was the Walkman.

Company made squillions.

Brilliant. What's that
got to do with my cheque?

You know Mike McCarthy?

Bit of a legend in his time. He
PERFed and went into business.

Mike does work for me. Security
checks and so on. Thing is, Mike's
making noises about selling out.

Call him.

You put the right things together,
you could pay me back double time.

He give you that stupid speech
about the Walkman, didn't he?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You want to do a bit of
crystal-ball gazing, do you?

See your future?

That's not much of a sales pitch.

I haven't even started. Hours
are long. I never met damsels
in distress.

I never solve cases that go to the
White House, but you know that.

Yep.

But who says I'd sell
to a dirty cop?

You checked up on me.

Call it a habit.

Call it bullshit.

Toilet paper. Stinks of a set-up,
especially for a man with your
record of service.

I wish you were still on the force.

I got out at the right time.

And now you want to sell up?

I'm not selling to just anybody.
How about we get a drink and talk
about it?

Yeah. Sounds like a plan.

As long as you don't mention
the f*cking Walkman.

No!
No!

Have you got, like,
a super sense of smell?

I saw you sneaking around the back.

Were you this perfect when you were
a mother? Don't tell me that you
didn't smoke and drink.

Things were different then.

This is abuse. It's like I'm not
even a human being any more.

I'm just a transportation
device for this stupid baby.

This is my first grandchild.
This is important.

Oh my God. You're turning
into an old person.

Oh, shut up.
Mum, if you don't lay off,
I am going to smoke P.

You wouldn't.

If you're so obsessed with eating,
what about your daughter who's not
eating?

I just don't trust the hygiene
standards at that place. You can
have the chips.

The white man, we're advanced.

I mean, we were building DVD players
when other races were just getting
their heads around the wheelbarrow

What about the Japanese?

I don't know. What about them?

They're good at DVD players.

Time to go to work, brother.

Hey, uh, Aaron, I'm pretty tired,
mate, so I'm gonna head off.

What?
You! ]

f*ck!

I told you it wasn't a cop car.

Piss off. This is my f*cking cherry.

We were here first.

You were hiding in the bushes
like jungle bunnies.

Unhook my car.

This is my car.
You think?

Van, get the pinch bar.

Van West?

Oh, hey, Falani.

You know this albino turd?

You know this ape?

Does your mother know you're here?

Van, get the pinch bar. I'm gonna
b*at these f*cking coconuts.

Piss off, h*tler boy.

For f*ck's sake. Do you want to wake
everyone up? Aaron, I know Falani.
He's OK.

Yeah. I'm the most
OK man in OK-town.

Just let him have the car.
We'll get another one. Come on.

What? No way.
These boongas have been nicking
cars on our patch for years.

Your patch?

This is Auckland. Samoan land.

Oh, you think so?
Yeah. Yeah, I do. ]

Whoa. Whoa. No you don't, man.

TYRES SQUEAL

(LAUGHS) You're not going
anywhere, dickhead.

What are you doing, you f*cking nut?

Jesus.

Aaron, this is not
f*cking cool, man.

Eat my sh*t, dust-bucket fanny!

Whoo-hoo!

sh*t.

Run away. Quick. Run away.

Come on, lovey. You
eat your googie egg.

Thanks, Mum.

He was running down the street,
he turns around the corner,

the w*nk*r, and he goes
smack into a lamp post.

Should you be eating that?

Don't you start.

Hey. This is Mike.

Nice house.
Mike, this is Cheryl.

Evening.
That is Loretta.

Hi.

I'm thinking of going
into business with Mike.

Well, if he makes the grade.

What kind of business
are we talking about?

Private investigations. Security.

Really? ]
Mm. ]

Mike McCarthy. You let one pig
in the door and you're infested.

Theodore West. I knew
I knew this bloody house.

Now you can piss off out of it.

Where'd you hide it, Ted? ]
Don't know what you mean.

You know. The Smith & Caugheys job.

[ Piss off. Die wondering.

Ted.
Stay out of it.

Me and this bastard have
unfinished business.

My oath we have. Drink?

[ Thought you'd never ask.

Bloody coconuts. What's he doing
here? Taking our jobs and our bloody
women.

Falani's not like that.

What is he, then? Gay?

Nah, he's married.

Whose side are you
on here anyway, Van?

Well, I'm not on anyone's side, man.
Instead of going on about bloody
coconuts, why don't, you know...

What?

Well, find Falani and
sort things out, man.

You reckon?
Yeah.

That's Van the legend's final
word on the matter, is it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it is. All right?

So who wants another drink?

Yeah. Why not?

So, what do you want to go into
business with this twat for?

Yeah. Thanks, Ted.

What do you think of him?

Wouldn't have him in the
house if it was my choice.

As for going into business with him?

That'd be a mistake.
Why?

Wouldn't trust him as far as
I could throw Bert Thompson.

How is Bert?
Dead.

Lefty Munroe?

I thought you'd retired.

So you don't rate Wayne, huh?

Reminds me of a prick I knew.
Dogged bastard. Wore a safari suit.

I remember him. Sharp-looking fella.

I recall him chasing a villain
down Lincoln Rd in that safari suit.
Caught him, as well.

That woman threw a bucket of water
over us. Thought we were nancy boys
getting it on in the dark. (LAUGHS)

Wayne's as bad as that bastard, eh?

Worse, I'd say.

Thanks for the tip.
Yeah, thanks, nancy boy.

Up yours, oinker.

Mike seems like a decent
sort of bloke.

Yeah.
You could do a lot worse than
go into business with him.

But what's the catch?

Why do you have to be so suspicious?

It just seems too easy.

The catch is shut up,
stop worrying and f*ck me.

OK.

You know it's your fault I'm dying
here. You and that bastard thief.

Yeah, yeah. He's a prick, all right.

So I got myself a new
partner in crime?

Depends how you answer
this question.

Fire away.

What's the catch? I've been through
your books. I've checked your client
list.

Talked to everybody I can about you.
And everything, everything comes up
squeaky clean.

And your problem is?

There's always a catch, Mike.

You want to hear the truth?

I'm tired.

What I need is for some numbnuts
to do all the shitwork.

If you pony up for a share of this
millstone, you'll be doing all the
hard yards while I go fishing.

So I'll hand over grand to be
exploited by a crusty old work-shy
bastard?

Pretty much.

Knew there was a catch.

Uh, beer, thanks.

Make it two.

Thought I'd find you in this
sh*t-hole. You have to come with me.

Now?

Yeah. We need you. It's kicking off.

What's kicking off?
You'll see.

Nah. Aaron, I've got some
sh*t to sort out here.

You're not listening to me. We
need you. This is D-Day, buddy.

Day of f*cking reckoning.

No, Aaron. I can't come with you.

No, Van. You're one of my lads
now, and we stick together. ]

No. I'm not one of your lads.

I think you are, Van. See?

Look, that's a good one, eh?

Oh, and that's a nice one too.
(LAUGHS)

Van West, caught in the act, eh.

Hey, but we're mates, eh? And you
gotta come, because this is your
idea. Your f*cking idea. Come on.

You're going to love this.

Love what?
It was all your idea. You
are so on to it. The legend.

What's all my idea?

What happened to your face, bro?

We got a problem, man.

I will k*ll you! k*ll your
f*cking white arses.

I'll k*ll you all!

I'll k*ll you.

I'll k*ll you, and then I'll k*ll
you some more! You're like a woman.
A dead woman.

What the f*ck have you done?

Tell him to sit down.

And then what?
You know.

No.

You said to sort him out. So,
hey, f*ck, I'm sorting him out.

This isn't sorting things out.
This is f*cking crazy, man.
You're mental.

Van West! Is that Van West?

Are you calling me f*cking mental?

Yes. This is Van West. And yes, I'm
calling you f*cking mental, cos you
are.

This man here is a personal
friend of the West family.

So you hurt him, you hurt us.
And you don't want to do that,
bro, because— Because what?

I'll tear your f*cking nuts off and
feed them to the fishes. Your balls
will sleep with the fishes!

Shut the f*ck up, Falani. But,
yep, what he said about the fish.

So you would choose this brown
bastard over your buds? Your mate?

You're not my mate, Aaron, OK?
You're a f*cking idiot, and you
always were.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Ball tag.

ALL LAUGH

What's going on? What's happening?

What's happening, coconut, is if you
don't sit down and shut the f*ck up,

Van West is gonna get
his head caved in.

I didn't like what I saw, eh.

Something going down.

Drug deal, maybe?

Nah. If it was a drug deal, Van
would be like, 'Awesome. Score.'
Nah, he wasn't like that.

Munt, sometimes we outgrow people.

[ You said that.

Yeah. I did.

Come here! And I'll find you like
a bat and bite your face off.

Shut up.

I will Cannibal Lecter
your pudgy white flesh.

Shut the f*ck up.

Give it a rest for a moment, Falani?

It's all right, Van. I've
got this all under control.

Yeah. Death is coming to town,
and he's wearing a lava-lava!

There'll be nothing left but a
crater filled with your blood,
from which I will drink.

Do your worst. I will rise up and
rain furious vengeance upon you.

CELLPHONE RINGS

sh*t.

What?

Uh, hey, Falani. We're pretty
f*cked here, eh, mate?

We're gonna die here. In this shed.
At the end of E Mervyn Taylor Drive.

Is that where we are?
Aaron's gonna do us in
unless someone comes—

What the f*ck's going on over there?

Cut my head and I'll
get two new ones.

Every single one of you will
die by my hand tonight.

You're a dead man, Van West.

(LAUGHS)

Who the f*ck did you call?

Um, no one.
Who the f*ck did you call?

The f*cking phone was in my pocket.

How am I going to call someone?
I'd have to know their f*cking
number off by heart. Get real.

Yeah. That would be really hard, eh.

I told you to f*cking search him.
f*cking moron.

Run away from death!
We will deal to you!

VAN: Hey, Falani. We're pretty
f*cked here, eh, mate? We're gonna
die here. In this shed.

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

FALANI: Is that where we are?

VAN: They're gonna do
us in unless—

AARON: What the f*ck is
going on over there?

You're a dead man, Van West.

(GASPS)

(MOANS)

(SCREAMS) sh*t!

Christ, Munter.
Sorry, council lady.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Aaron's gonna k*ll Van.
Eh?

Aaron Spiller, man.
Where do we find him?

I don't blame you for this, Van. You
have travelled the path of grief.

You know, when my brother d*ed,
I walked many bad paths. Some places
worse than this.

[ But you'll find it,
your path, Van.

[ You will.

[ If these cocksuckers
don't k*ll us first.

We don't need no coconuts either.
f*cking cars. f*cking got that.

Turn the lights off, idiot.

Last known residence.

Looks like a chop shop.

It is.

What kind of dickwad puts
a chop shop down as his address?

Aaron Spiller.

There's his truck.

OK. We go in there, we kick arse,
we take no prisoners.

Yeah. Or we could call the cops.

So Aaron Spiller can dob in Van like
he did his last mates? Ever wanted
to drive a tow truck?

No. Not really.

You do now.

OK, one potato, two potato,
three potato, four. You are it.

It's decided. Gooch kills them. We
help bury them. Yeah? Easy. Easy.

f*cking hell.
Take one for the team. Do
that f*cking coconut first.

[ ENGINE STARTS

Muffy? That sounds like Muffy.

He's got Muffy!

What's happened? Van?

Munt!
Hey, bro.

You got my call?
Yeah, yeah.

We're being saved by a Maori.
We'll never hear the end of it.

Don't have to save the both of you.

Sweet, bro.

Ah, lookie here. The lovers reunite.
You're gonna call your mate to bring
my truck back.

It ain't gonna happen, nark.

Not today, dickhead.

Ball tag.

I'll take it from here.
The snake will have his meat.

Where are you going?
Where are you going?

Here's to a two-income household.

And a fridge with an ice maker.
Let's not forget that.

Definitely not.

VAN: Super Hacky.
Where'd you find him? ]

MUNTER: He was down the cr*ck of
doom. You know, where the change
goes down and you can't get to it. ]

We gotta bog that up one day, man. ]

He was always as good
as Rasta Hacky.

You keep it. You got a record with
him. Remember? And I can borrow him
any time.

Yeah. For sure, man.

Good sh*t don't get lost. Sometimes
it's just down the cr*ck of doom.

Look what else I found. I reckon
it's a thousand years old.

Ha ha. Whoo. Go cr*ck of doom.
We're never bogging that fucker up.

Oh, hey, did we wake you guys up?

Nah. It's all right.

Oh, choice fridge, eh? ]

Yeah. It is, isn't it?

Oh, well, seeing you're up.
You guys want a drink?

Yeah, bro.

♪ Something so true is
what I get from you.

♪ And I hope that you see.

♪ Get the best of me.

♪ Oooh. Oooh. ♪