01x03 - A Little More Than Kin

[bunniefuu]

It all stops. From now
on, we play it straight.

What do you mean straight?

I mean, we are out of
the crime business.

I'm keeping an eye on you, Cheryl.

Are you Maori?

Half.

MAN WHISTLES

Awesome.

Hey.

Hello, princess.

Hi, Dad.

Don't you girls look amazing —
dressed like this in front of these
animals.

It's not by choice, trust me. Stupid
Allen and Lexy's going-away party.

Thought you weren't going.

I thought about not going.
And then I thought,

'What the hell? Why don't I get out
and enjoy myself for a change.'

She made us go with her.

Hm. In case she needs a chaperone.

You never know your luck.

So,... how's the supermarket?

Pays the bills.

There's plenty of other
jobs I could set you up with, love.

Happy doing my own thing, thanks.

What did you call your boss?

Yeah, Loretta.
'f*cking w*nk*r.'

That was it.
MAN GROANS

[ Get a room.
What?

She's giving him a
handjob under the table.

Ooh.

♪ 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. ♪

MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

Oh, just what the doctor ordered.

To life on the edge.

Your mum.

What about her?

SLURS: Round about now the
loneliness will be setting in.

She's not lonely.

Maybe a bit.

Most of the time she says she wishes
she was alone and we'd bugger off.

Ah, well, you see, there's being
alone and then there's loneli...
ness.

I have no idea what the
f*ck you're talking about.

You're looking really well, Lexy.

Oh. No cancer's gonna do me in.
Not just yet. How are you, you poor
love?

Oh.
I've so been meaning to call you.

All the better for this.

Mm, someone says you've
been working at Big Foods.

Yeah, yeah, just until,...

you know, for now. How's Allen?

Ask him yourself.

Pig in a blanket?
Hey, Allen.

Cheryl.

Million-dollar boy
hard at work, huh?

Hugh. What brings you
to my office this late?

Drink with my uncle down the
Northern. Thought I'd pop in and
check my mail.

How goes the tangata whenua
versus Parktown Investments, huh?

It's a shit fight and you know it.

You'll find no smoking
g*n there, Jethro.

I mean, Parktown have ripped off
much smarter people than a bunch of
bloody Maoris.

Sorry, was I offending
your iwi just then?

You know, not all Maori are
related to all other Maori, Hugh.

Quite right.

Hey, maybe they're just trying to
cover brown arse on a shitty deal.

You know what? I didn't
know you cared.

The thought of all this Treaty money
is giving Stierson a stiffy. So if I
can give you a hand—

No, I'm sweet.

Come on, bro, give me a break.
I'm never gonna get anywhere working
for fat Angela.

Hugh, I'm sweet.

You know, my uncle, he's a DCJ. He
was telling me this story — the last
time he was here on circuit,

he put away this character
by the name of West.

Whole family's famous, apparently.
You know, white trash, criminals.

West's a common name, Hugh.

But it's not a Maori
name, is it, Jethro?

It's from my mother's side.

Savannah, such a sweetie, eh.
Helping Jethro in his valiant toil
for the good of his people.

Think I'll check my in-box.

Spank me.com?

Ooh. Anytime you need some
discipline, Savannah, you just
let me know.

He bad-mouths you round
the office all the time.

Yeah, he's just jealous cos
I've got dibs on the best PA.

Big suck-up.
Nah, it's true.

Paris — imagine that.

I was lying in hospital listening to
an old cassette. And I knew — that's
what I have to do.

And you deserve it.

I reckon.

Oh, so you're both
leaving tomorrow, yeah?

Oh, just me.
Really?

Allen can't really
take time off work.

Right.
Yeah.

Pascalle.
Uncle Allen.

About the other night...

What other night?

Is that the way we're playing it?

As long as Mum doesn't find out.

No, no, good for me.

You want a drink, Cheryl?

No, I'm good, Eric.

Hey, are you all right
leaving Allen here on his own?

Oh, yeah, things are OK right now.

I'm going now. Bye.

Hold on.

Hey, you promised you'd stay.

I have friends to meet.
What friends?

From my modelling course.

But you're the designated driver.

Cheryl. Hardly had a chance
to talk to you all night.

You know I miss you, don't you?

Oh. I miss you too, Eric.

Oh, Cheryl, you felt it too? All the
time working together in the shop —
feeling it, never acting on it.

Eric. Come on.
This is just between you and
me. Wolf doesn't have to know.

Eric. Jesus.
You don't have to fight it.

Eric, get off me.

Piss off, Eric. Go on, f*ck off.

SMASH!

We was just talking.

I didn't mean anything. It was
just the piss. Don't tell Wolf.

Just get out.

I'm sorry. Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You want me to have a word
with him when he's sobered up?

No, Eric's just pissed and an idiot.

So is that what it was?

(LAUGHS)

I really admire what you're trying
to do — getting out of the game.
And I'd like to help.

Don't need your charity, Allen.

No. No, no, what I've got in mind —
you'd be doing me a favour.

Which is what?

You. Working for me.

Is that a good idea?

Yeah, I think it's the best
idea I've had in ages.

Any sign of a file note yet?

Not yet.

Look, Jethro, I know this job is,
um,... it's significant to you,

but I think you could use some help.

I'm doing fine. Thanks.

It's important for the company
too, Jethro. Financially.

And Angela's going to be
on maternity leave soon, so...

Kia ora, Jethro.

We have the Maori boys coming in on
Friday. I really want something
positive to report by then.

You'll have it.
Good. Oh,...

and, um, I'll need you to give them
the proper welcome, advise us on
protocols, that kind of thing.

No worries.

Carry on.

So it's all ka pai, then, is it?

PEOPLE CHATTER

Hi, Cheryl.
Morning, gorgeous.

Excuse me. Ah, attention, shoppers.
Today at Big Foods we have a very
special manager's special —

all your feminine-hygiene
products in aisle four are free.

That's right, shoppers, today and
today only, all your pads and
tammies —

God bless our manager, Noel — are
absolutely free. So go get 'em,
ladies. Get 'em while they're hot.

You go, girl.

That's it, you are fired.

No, Noel, I'm free.
See you, sweethearts.

Call you.

So, it was a good party, eh?

It was OK.

Cheryl have a good time?

Yeah. I suppose so.

Why? Have you talked to her?

No.

Can't help thinking, though, with
me away,... sooner or later some
prick's gonna hit on her.

How do you...?

What sort of prick?

An old friend maybe. Like Allen.
He's always had a thing for her.

Oh, him, yeah. Well, they were
talking, for sure. Having good old
chats, they were. Intimate.

What about?

Well, how should I know?

You do something for me?

Yeah. Anything, Wolf.
Shit, you know that.

What's this?

It's called steak, Grandpa.

What happened to mince?

I have some news. I am the new
office manager of Markham Auto
Imports.

Uncle Allen?
Mm-hm. They need someone to do their
accounts, so I'm starting tomorrow.

And I am doubling my pay.

Oh, thank God.
Really?

Yeah. A) it's not the supermarket,
and b) Uncle Allen is actually
almost cool.

SCEPTICALLY: Really?
[ Mm. I used to think
he was my father.

Well, I know he isn't, but when
I was younger, I fantasised he was.

Can we have mince tomorrow?

I've gotta go. Laters.

Do you wanna tell me where your
sister's going all these nights?

Modelling course.

Really.

SLOWLY: He mihi aroha.

Ki nga mate,

e moe, e moe, e moe.

It's nga, not na.

PRONUNCIATES: Nga.

How exactly did you think you were
going to get away without this day
eventually arising?

Huh. Oh, I'm a poor urban Maori,
alienated from his roots.

Not from this one you're not.

Nga.
Nga.

Ah, you see, that's so much better.

Are all Maori courses this much fun?

We're gonna have to work you very
very hard if we're going to get
you up to speed, my friend.

Mm-hm. Te reo is such a chore.

Can I interest you in
a car, by any chance?

Actually, I'm here about your GST.

Oh, Jesus, Cheryl, that's a way to
strike fear into any man's heart.

I'll get you to park
her out on the street, eh?

OK, boss man.

f*ck.

Yeah, well, I told
you it was a mess.

You weren't kidding.

Well, filing was never top of
Joelle's list. Or banking or
invoicing.

But she always had lovely nails.

Well, a girl's gotta
have priorities.

I'll sort this out and then ask some
hard questions. Stop looking at my
arse. What?

You know the rules —
I'm here to work for you.

Ooh, I've got something for you.

Here.
What's this? Petty cash?

Nah, it's an advance.

I just thought things
might be a bit tight.

Buy yourself something nice to wear
if there's anything left over, eh.

You're a good man, Allen.
Not everyone would say that.

I would.

What's wrong with what
I'm wearing, anyway?

Not a lot.

You wanna tell me about this
modelling course? Like who's paying
for it.

Later. Punctuality's
important in modelling.

Mm. Along with anorexia.

PHONE RINGS

Have you got a boyfriend,
Pascalle? Is that it?

No.

Hello.
So you gonna root him?

Hello, darling.
Don't you dare leave.

Markham — has he tried it on yet?

I work for him.
At his yard. I know.

So I'm not at the supermarket. I
thought that was what you wanted.

I'll just worry about Allen
trying to shag my wife instead.

He's an old friend.

Who can't keep his f*cking
d*ck in his pants.

Jesus, give it a rest, Wolf.

Don't be so bloody naive, Cheryl.
Of course he's gonna try it on.

f*ck!
They're all b*tches, eh, bro?

How's Dad?

Tell me what's going
on with your sister.

Mum, are you asking me to inform
on my own flesh and blood?

Wests never dob —
it's our family motto.

Yeah, all right.

So I especially couldn't tell you to
look in the bottom drawer of her
room.

MUSIC PLAYS, MEN CHEER

You can go if you want.

You will tell me if
you find it, right?

Just as you'd tell me.

Don't you trust me?

You f*ck with me,
I'll f*ck you back.

Now there's an offer (!)

Don't work too late.

Don't mind me, miss,
I'm just here for my lesson.

You're in a good mood.

I have triumphed for my people. And
over Hugh, the spawn of all evil.

So, you want to talk dirty?

(CHUCKLES)

E nga iwi,

e nga motu...

DOOR OPENS

Why is your name on these? They're
payslips from the Champagne Club.

How dare you go into my room.

How dare you work in a brothel.

It's a gentleman's club. The
brothel's a separate business.

Don't you get smart with me.
I'm a waitress.

At a strip club! Do you really
think I'm a complete idiot?

I am a waitress. And it's a job,
Mum. And legal, which is what you
wanted.

It's better than the Snapper Shack.

You lied. You said
you'd been discovered.

By Robby, the owner. He says I have
talent. He's going to introduce me
to an agent.

What? Before you sleep
with him or afterwards?
Disgusting.

I know how these things work,
Pascalle. I know how they suck girls
like you in.

Not Robby. He looks after
his girls really well.

I bet he does (!)

I know what I'm doing, Mum. Why do
you never have any faith in me?

You are not working in a strip club.

It's OK for you to work with sleazy
Uncle Allen who'd root anything in—

Shut your mouth or God help—

You can't make rules and expect me—
Shut your mouth and go to bed and—

Bitch! ]

So have you told Stierson yet?

I'm still savouring it.

And then you'll take your poor
hard-working PA out to celebrate.

Morning.

Productive night, I hope.

I found the smoking g*n.

Really?

On the back of a takeaway menu. No
judge is going to quibble with that.

Good on you.

Hey, you guys fancy a coffee?

No, thanks.

Savannah, I'll need
you to make copies of—

It was here. It was right here.

Well, it's gotta be here somewhere.

No, it was right here. I left it
here in a folder before I went—

...home.

Bastard.

Caitlin says he came in around .

You're good at that.

Misspent youth.

Everything all right?

Excellent.

Why would you take your briefcase to
coffee? Because the smoking g*n has
left the building. Fucker.

It was late. You were tired and
maybe you put it back in one of many
boxes.

A million bucks in fees and
you're acting like this is a game.

You're not at boarding
school any more, Hugh.

Don't patronise me, you arsehole.

You wanna piss me off,
fine. But not like this.

You know what pisses me off? Someone
barely scrapes through his law exam

and gets the best office, the best
PA. It's brownie points.

It was your brilliant grades? Or
your uncle going to school with
Stierson?

At least my father's not in jail.

You wanna blackmail me, you're gonna
have to do a lot better than that.

Good luck with your search.

When are we gonna have
that drink, gorgeous?

When I've lost the will to live.

He must have taken it home.

So tell Stierson.

Nah, I'm not dobbing.

Sorry?
Family thing.

He's gotta flop it out some time.
So everyone will know he took it.

No. It will appear at the last
minute from a different box.
Magically misfiled by me.

Found — by him, of course.

What?

What?

Isn't that, like, illegal?

Well, yes.

So you want us to burg this guy's
place for a briefcase and some
suits?

Nah, I want you to knock on the
front door and ask him for it (!)

No need to be sarcastic.

All I'm looking for here, guys, is
a nice clean job. OK? In and out.

'Course it would look more realistic
if one or two other things went
missing.

What about Mum?

Obviously we don't tell her.

Yeah, she wouldn't like it, eh?
Nuh.

Look, guys, you don't
have to do it, OK.

But I bet the guy's got a pretty
good sound system. And he always
craps on about his porn collection.

And this guy's a lawyer?

I know. Shocking, eh?

No, we're not doing it.

This is your brother. And this other
guy sounds like a right bastard.

Shut up.

Thank you, Munter. It's
nice to have your support.

A— And Mum will never
ever find out, right?

Think I want to break her heart?

DOOR BUZZES

Daddy.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm fine, love. Yeah.
You should see the other guy.

Come here.

Oh, it's good to see you.

How are ya? How's that
modelling career?

I need to talk to you about that.

But I'm worried that you'll be
angry with me, like Mum was.

(GROANS) How is your mother?
How's that new job?

She's too wrapped up in herself to
worry about me, that's how she is.

Oh, baby.

Whatever it is, we can work it out.

I've sorted all this shit out.
I'll get it off to the accountant
tomorrow.

You are a bloody miracle worker.

Yeah, well, it's nice
someone appreciates me.

Everything OK, Mrs West?

I had a fight with Pascalle, who may
or may not be a stripper or hooker,

considering she's working at
the Champagne Club. But apart
from that...

I see.

Sorry to offload on you like that.

She is — a waitress, not a stripper.
I saw her there a week ago. I swear
I was just looking, not touching.

And certainly not touching Pascalle.
Look, I went to see some strippers,
have a night out.

If you want to judge me for that,
go for your life. But Pascalle was
there as a waitress.

Just a waitress. OK?

It's just that I have such
high hopes for her, you know.

You're her mum — you've got every
right to. If it was my girl, I'd be
ropeable.

You wanna come over for a drink,
you know, one night? Dinner?

How do you mean?

Well, I mean, like, two people on
their own having a drink, dinner.

I know one person who wouldn't
be too happy with that.

The one currently doing
four years in Club Fed?

The same.

Don't get me wrong. I'm sorry for
Wolf, but the fact is, he should
have got out years ago.

You know? Taken the cash, put it
into something legit like I do.

Try telling him that.

You stick to your g*ns, Cheryl.
You're doing the right thing. But...

I gotta say, he is right
to be jealous.

I've really gotta go.

Dinner? Tomorrow?

You old seducer.

Oh, come on, that's why you love me.

She kissed him?

Well, to be absolutely
correct, it was on the cheek.

Prick.

Sorry.

He was always gonna try
it on sooner or later.

Yeah, but I didn't think she'd fall
for it. At least not this soon.

Can't blame her. I mean, she's all
on her own. And he's always had a
thing for her. Now with Lexy out—

All right, Eric, I get it.

All I'm saying is that
it's not her fault.

No, it's not.

I'm off to work.
No, you're not.

Talk to Dad. He said it's fine.
Pardon?

I explained to him — I don't take
my clothes off and it will help my
career. Eventually.

He believes me.

He trusts me.

Did you know he got beaten up? He's
real upset you've stopped going to
see him.

Well, at least he cares about me.

You selfish bastard.
How dare you do this to me.
Do what exactly?

Undermine me. Do you want your
daughter to end up a hooker?

She's a waitress.

Yeah, for now.

I trust her. She's honest with me.

If you'd heard about this first
you'd have hit the roof.

Your precious princess
in a strip club?

She wouldn't have had to take the
job if she wasn't getting pressure
from people with pretensions.

Really? This is my fault now, is it?

It's nice of you to finally come
and see me. How am I? Yeah, great,
thanks. Excellent.

Got the crap kicked out of me,
thanks for asking. But I guess
you've been too busy.

I have. I've got a job. It means
you have to turn up to get paid.

And turning up's all he expects?

Allen has been a gentleman. He's
been considerate and respectful.

Charming the pants off you?

I knew it. Lexy gets cancer and
Allen sends her on a trip to Paris.

I try and make the best of things
and what do I get? This bullshit.
I have been faithful for years

and if you can't appreciate that,
you can... f*cking shove it up your
arse.

DOOR BUZZES

Didn't think you could make dinner.

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

Lexy called just before. Been to
some art gallery with big tubes on
it.

Really?

She's going out on the town
with some American divorcee.

Oh, she's always good at
making new friends, that Lexy.

Oh yeah, yeah.
When she's up, she's up.

Being married for
the long run — ain't easy.

You're telling me.

Thought we were going to
split up for real last year.

Then we had the big C. Couldn't
do it. Not when she was sick.

Shit, I'm a barrel of laughs (!)

Well, I'm a shrieking
good time myself.

BOTH LAUGH

Do you ever think
about leaving Wolf?

Yeah, I've had my moments recently.

Hugh, come and have
that drink with me.

Yeah, bit busy — big hui tomorrow.

But I've worked late every night
this week and I am so ready to cut
loose.

Maybe just one.

Let's go get my jacket.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

You're on.

Yeah, all right, you're on once
you've found a car park.

Cheers.

So you like watching chicks
take their gear off, then?

Well, if they're pretty enough,
what's wrong with that?

(LAUGHS)
Hey.

Jethro.
Jethro, kia ora.

Hugh. Savannah.

Fancy seeing you here,
eh? Naughty boy.

Hey, you gotta have a hobby, right?

Drinks?
Yeah, teeny tiny vodka for me.

And the most expensive champagne
they have for me, thanks.

Sure.

Now, is she pretty enough for you?

Excuse me.
TETCHILY: Yeah, hold on.

Oh, f*ck.

(LAUGHS) You work here?

I walk around and get
my arse pinched for fun (!)

Did Mum send you to check up on me?

No.
Then do you want a drink or not?

Yeah. A glass of champagne, a glass
of wine, and a very large vodka for
my friend over there.

Whatever.
Hey, Pascalle, you don't...?

(SCOFFS) Don't you start.

Drinks are coming.
LOUDLY: She's cute, eh?
Bet you'd like to go there.

BOTH LAUGH

Not really that way inclined, Hugh.

Mmm.

Allen?

Going-home time?

I reckon.

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

Nothing's stopping us.

What about Lexy?

Ha. You wanna know? We've had sex,
ooh, twice in the last six months.

She's been sick, Allen.

It's not that, believe me.

It's just you being busy
having sex with everybody else.

(CHUCKLES) No.

Those days are long gone.

Except for now.

If that's what we want.

DOOR BUZZES

Evening.

Good to see you, Sergeant.

This information you have for me...

What? It didn't check out?

Just curious about the reasons. This
is a momentous break with tradition.

You see, I've got
this appeal coming up

and I thought it might be helpful
to be seen cooperating with the
authorities.

Point is, Sergeant, I want to get
out of here. Anything that's gonna
speed that along is worth it.

So...

did it check out?

HUGH: (LAUGHS) You should go back to
my apartment, eh? I got a great
sound system.

Have ya?
Mm.

Oh.

Hey, hey.

What are you doing later? You wanna
come party with me and Jethro, eh?
You and Savannah?

Do I look like a d*ke?

Now that's the thing — these places
get you all worked up and they don't
deliver.

Yeah.

Think I might just go home, eh.

Hugh, no.
I got work to do, man. Bit busy.

We're just getting started here,
mate. Yeah, we could go to
Savannah's.

I might just take a leak
and I'll think about it.

All right.

I am not taking him back to
my place — my mum will freak.
Just minutes.

I would love to help you out, but I
am tired and he is so giving me the
creeps.

Savannah.
I'm sorry.

Yeah, Van. Leave a message.

Shit, Van, where are you?

Van.
Yeah?

Check it out.

We haven't got time for this, man.

Maybe it's girl on girl.

MUSIC PLAYS

Whoo-hoo hoo hoooo. Hoo-hoo.

Yeah.

Hey, that's not a girl.

CHUCKLES: And neither's
that other bloke.

Man, that has got to hurt.

MUSIC PLAYS

So where's Savannah?

She wasn't feeling
too good. Had to go home.

That's a shame. That's a real shame.

Such a nice arse.

Yeah.

She's pretty good up top too, eh?

Gotta say, Jethro, breasts
just don't do it for me.

I like a nice arse.

Right.

Nice tight arse.

Yeah. Well, don't we all.

I knew it.

Great arse does it
for me every time.

Jethro, let's just cut the crap, eh?

Who cares about some stupid file
note when you're so f*cking
gorgeous?

Let's just get out of here and
take your little brown arse home.

I've wanted to suck you off
from the first time I saw you.

Do you think it's because they're
h*m* that their things are so huge?

Nah, it'll be special effects, man.

Hey, did Jethro want
us to grab a briefcase?

Oh yeah.

That's the thing about the legal
establishment — if they know,
they're just so judgemental.

I've got such a raging
hard-on. Don't you?

CRASH!

(SIGHS)

Where have you been?

Out.

There's money for
board on the table.

Board?

Food, whatever. I'm working —
I should contribute, right?

S'pose.

Can you at least wear something...
more, you know, when you're at work?

Not really.

Don't leave this on the table —
someone might nick it.

Oh.

Bastard.

Morning.

That's all you've got to say? ]

You lead me on like
some wanton hussy?

(CHUCKLES)

Then walk away? Leaving me in
a state of high expectation,
I might add.

Oh, I'm sure you took
the matter in hand, Allen.

It's never the same.

Is it about the job? I mean,
working together being awkward?

It's not us working together.

Well, is it about me?
I mean, I know in
the past I've been a bit—

It's not about you.

Jesus, Cheryl, you're
not making this easy.

I love you.

I have done for yonks.

I'm crazy about you.

I mean, I just look
at you and I just...

Allen, what are you doing?

So far as I can tell, Mrs West,
the only thing stopping us is you.

So here I am.

I'm all yours.

Allen.

As flattered as I am,...

no.

We— Well, why the f*ck not?

LAUGHS: Jesus, Allen.

Oh, Christ.

Allen Markham?

I have a warrant to
search your premises.

When you're ready.

Cheryl.
Yeah, I work here, all right.

Uh-huh.
Then you won't mind assisting
us in our enquiries.

E nga mana, e nga reo, e nga
rau rangatira, tihe mauriora.

Ah, welcome.
[ Kia ora.

You're here in the hope of finding a
positive outcome to your situation.

I'm sure you think you're paying us
enough. I'm pleased to say that
you've got a very strong case.

Our senior partner, John Stierson,
will explain once we get inside. Kia
ora.

Kia ora.

Kia ora.
Very nice.

Thank you.
Brilliant work on the
smoking g*n, by the way.

Sorry I'm late.

You're not coming here dressed like
that. It's not casual Friday.

(SUCKS IN) Man, you really tied
one on last night, Hugh.

I tried to put you in a taxi,
but you insisted on walking home.

(MUTTERS) Someone's just broken
into my apartment too.

I'm really sorry to hear that.
Lose anything important?

You are one of those
Wests, aren't you?

Good people, my family. And they
don't... pretend to be someone
they're not,...

just to stay in the legal closet.

You prick.

One you'll never get to suck.

You started on Monday?

That's what I said.

So what was that? Some sort
of welcoming ceremony, was it?

Allen Markham is a decent man.

Yeah, that's why he's got an agent
in Japan winding them back.

And a sideline in Subarus
stolen from the South Island.

That's not true.

Well, Cheryl, someone very close to
you seems to know a lot about it.
Someone very close indeed.

But you're free to go.

I kinda gotta go now.

Yep.

I'm sorry to drag you into this.

Is it true?

You probably don't need to come in
tomorrow. I mean, I'll pay you
notice. If there's anything that—

It's all right,
Allen. I'll call you.

Yeah.

No hard feelings, right, Cheryl?

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What are you dressed like that for?

I dress like this all the time what
with my man being in prison and all.

Except when I'm f*cking my best
friend's husband — I wear nothing.

OK. You've made your f*cking point.

You listen to me.

I could have slept with Allen. Maybe
I should have to teach you a lesson.

But I didn't.
And you wanna know why?

Cos you're the first man I ever fell
in love with and you'll probably be
the last.

That means a shitload to me. A whole
lot more than a quick f*ck with
Allen bloody Markham.

After what you did today, I don't
think you're that man any more.

I did what I had to do.

You had no faith in me.

I don't wanna see you for a while.

(INHALES) Well, I'll be
right here when you do.

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