01x12 - To Be Honest as This World Goes

[bunniefuu]

What are you doing in here?
The car wouldn't start.

Munter!

Van, put those into a rubbish bin.

BOTH BREATHE DEEPLY

I know how we can make the
money look like it's ours.

Cool.

My relatives in Melbourne
gave us the money.

Yeah, me and Draska —
we're... getting married.

CRASH!

You all right?
I'm fine.

I'm not paying him
any more money, though.
I know.

Sorry about the wait.
Thanks for coming in. Jethro.

Corky.
Looking sharp.

You well, Cheryl?
Yeah, fine, thanks.

Excellent. Have a seat.

So I've got a date set for the
appeal, and everything's going good.

You have a date set?

In stone. You'll have your old
man back before you know it.

You've been proceeding
with the appeal?

Yes, of course.

But... we-we can't
afford to pay you.

No problemo.

It's a huge problemo if you
hit us with a big fat bill.

It's sorted, Cheryl.
How?

Have they not talked
to you about it?

LAUGHS: No. Who?

Look, I can't discuss that.
What?

I've been asked not to.

I'm sorry, by who?

SHOUTS: By the people that asked
me not to, for God's sake!

Oi.
Sorry.

(SNORTS) Fine (!)

♪ 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.' ♪

GATE LOCK BUZZES

Ohhh, good boy, eh?

Corky's got the dosh.
The ball is rolling.

Some job you pulled off.

Yeah. It wasn't bad, eh?

Shame you can't say the same about
your taste in women, but you can't
have everything.

Draska's all right.

(SIGHS) She's a Doslic, son. Now, if
you want to shag her, all right, but
you don't go marrying her.

Did you get her pregnant?

No! No.

She's-She's— Draska's really
cool, and she's real clever too.
She's taking care of the money.

You didn't give her the money?

Yeah. But I trust her.

She's a Doslic! You give those
Dally bastards any money, you'll
never see it again.

But I thought the Doslics
were your friends.

They are!

WHISPERS: That's why
I know what they are.

Van, son, listen. There are two
types of women in the world,
all right?

There's the type you shag and leave,
and then there's the real ones —

the ones you keep and
marry, like your mother.
Mm-hm.

And, Van, Draska is not your mother.

Yeah, I know.

Good.

Now, cheer up, number-one son.
We're going to be back in business
in no time.

And it's all thanks to you.

It's a stupid script for a stupid
zombie film starring stupid zombies
that will never get made.

Yeah. There's a part
for you in it, actually.
Really?

Mm — stupid zombie that gets
decapitated in the first act.
You'd be perfect.

Hey, it's me. Are you going to be
home for dinner? I'm making lamb
goulash. Bye, baby.

Draska, there's a reason why guys
turn their cellphones off.

Uh, he might just be busy at work.

Drinking with Munter, more like.

She's going to have your
balls when you get home.

Just shut up, OK?
You give Corky money?

Munt, we've been through this.

Oh, don't give me that 'wait till
things quieten down' crap again,
Van.

You're throwing money at
Corky. I want my share.

It's not that simple, Munt.

Look, it is that simple. I want—
I want my $ , , Van.

Look who went and got a calculator.

Yeah, I did. Used it to
figure out what - means.

d*ck, it's not that simple.

You don't know where it is, do you?

You were the last one that saw it.

Yeah, before she said, 'I'll take it
from here,' and kicked me out of her
f*ckin' car.

Where's she hiding it?

She says it's best if I don't know.

Best for who? Best for her.

She gave me money to pay Corky,
didn't she? Yeah, and that came out
of my money, not yours.

My share of zero.

Look, when everything dies down,
we'll split the money and we'll do
something, OK?

Hit the road for a while?

Yeah. We'll find a nice little spot,
and we'll go fishing, man.

Get stoned.
Yeah.

Hang out.
Yeah.

Just me and you.
Just you and me, OK? Nice and quiet.

Cool.

OK, bro.

CHIRPY MUSIC PLAYS

SHOWER RUNS

JUDD: ♪ Click go the shears, boy.
Click, click, click.

♪ Wide is his blow and
his hands are moving quick.

♪ The ringer looks around
and is beaten by a blow,

♪ and curses the old snagger
with the bare-bellied joe.

♪ Click go the shears— ♪

Hey. I thought all
Maoris could sing.

Cheryl. Uh... Hi.

SHOWER STOPS

Christ, I wasn't expecting you.
I mean, I was expecting you, but,
you know,

you might not have turned up, and
I didn't want to keep my hopes up.

Uh, you want a drink?

I've got wine, gin and, um,...

rum.

A man who travels with a bar.

You never know your luck.

No, you don't.

Wine would be good. Thanks.

Wine.

So,...

how's it going?

Up and down.

You?

Oh, you know.

I really don't want to talk
about that stuff right now.

I really...

don't want to talk about anything.

(EXHALES)

OK.

HEAVY BREATHING

I'd better go.

Whatever.

(SIGHS, SNIFFS)

DOOR OPENS

Hey.

(EXHALES) I tried calling you.

Yeah, my phone was flat.

f*ckin' bullshit. You were
out drinking with Munter.

(SIGHS) Yeah, well, what if I was?

We were talking business — family
business. Corky needs another $ .

Yeah? Well, you can
tell him to get f*cked!

Nah, you get f*cked. Nothing is more
important than getting Dad out of
jail, all right?

Not you, not Munter, not anyone. So
if Corky needs another $ , you
f*ckin' get him $ , all right?

Sure, babe.

Good.

And get bloody Munter's
money while you're at it.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

There you go.

Bloody lamb stew. Still
bloody sitting in my gut.

I think it's called goulash, Ted.

What's that? Dally for concrete?

(CHUCKLES)

I was going to bring
you breakfast in bed.

Um, yep. I've gotta do
that thing we talked about.

Wedding venues?
No, the other thing.

Oh, well, we can do that after we've
looked at some wedding venues.

Corky needs the money today.

Yeah, but he can wait
a few hours, eh?

Well, what about Munter's?

We'll talk about that. Come
on, sit. Have your breakfast.

Pascalle,...

I've been thinking.

Why?

I was going to ask Corrina B, but
that was only because Mum said you
were a home-wrecker.

But you're my best friend,
Pascalle, and I want to ask you.

Ask me what?

To be my bridesmaid, of course. As
long as you don't upstage me or do
anything embarrassing.

(LAUGHS)

She's like the vampire bride
who moved in and took over.

Sucking the life out
of poor old Van, eh?

Sucking something.

It's so gross. I can
hear them at night.

(LAUGHS)

Let's hope he gets sick
of her before he marries her.

Yeah. Or maybe I'll just drive
a stake through her slutty black
heart.

Ah, there's my girl.

Thanks for this.

Why do you think she's doing it?
Caroline?

Does she get turned on by prisoners?

I think she actually
means well, Loretta.

I really don't get that in people.

You know, Caroline is very impressed
with my gritty stories from the
criminal underworld.

She says I should find a publisher
when I get out of here.

Mm. Well, I'm sure Mum would
approve of that change in career
direction (!)

Christ, Corky. What happened here?

Van. Just the man I needed
to see. Have you got my money?

Jethro, actually.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry.

Must have been some party.

Yeah, I've been dealing with shit —

clients who won't pay up, ex-wives
screwing me for every cent I don't
have,

your father's appeal, which
I've been working on - .

You should slow down a bit, mate.

Yeah, well, chance would be a
f*ckin' fine thing, wouldn't it?

Sorry. I'm excellent,
really. Excellent.

Where did I put it?
Where did I put it?!

You lost something, mate?
I'll be with you in a sec.
Shit, shit, shit!

Are you on something, Corky?
Yeah, you tried it? It makes you
feel bulletproof. You should try it.

It's a bit early in
the day for me, mate.

It's not a problem or anything.

No?

What are you? A f*cking cop?

Hey, back off, Corky.

I bet you are. I bet you're a pig.
Get out of my face.

I want my f*cking
money, you bastard!

Get the f*ck out of my face!

f*ck.

Argh.

You prick.

[ Argh!
What the f*ck are you doing?

Corky here has a little problem.

Yeah, you're kicking
the shit out of him, man.

P, Van. He's whacked off his nut.

Oh, f*ck.

You're putting the
money up, aren't you?

Did you spend all that money
I gave you on f*ckin' P?

I'll get help. I will.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, you'll get help,
all right, mate. And here it comes.

Awwwww! Ohhhhh!

Van. Enough.

CORKY GROANS

What about Dad's appeal?
What about it?

Well, Mr P-head here
can't do it, can he?

No, you're not wrong there.

So what are we going to do about it?
Not that you give a shit.
What's that supposed to mean?

You don't give a shit if he gets
out or not. You're as bad as Mum.
f*ck off.

CORKY GROANS

You're going to have
to take him to hospital.

Why?
Because he's a danger to himself.

Oh, what?!
And I think we cracked a couple of
his ribs. I'll find Dad's paperwork.

Come on.

Argh!
Oh, quit your whining.

Argh!

Oh.

DOOR CLOSES

READS: 'Jimmy knew he was going
down, going down for a long time. ]

'So he lay back on the ground, lit
up a rollie, and drank in the smell
of fresh-mown grass

'on a sunny afternoon.
The smell of freedom.'

It's another brilliant
effort, Mr West.

Thanks.

I liked the way you juxtaposed
the story about the petty burglar

with the one about the shoplifting
housewife. Really sad stuff.

Yeah, that was all right, wasn't it?

I wish the others
were here to hear it.

Funny they all decided to give it a
swerve. They all seemed dead keen
when I spoke to them last night.

Still, it's not that bad, is it? Eh?

They were all crap.
(LAUGHS)

Let's face it, you were the only one
who seemed really keen. Anyway, it's
nice getting to know you.

I'm sure Jethro would've
told you all about me.

Yeah, actually, he doesn't
talk that much about you.

Well, I can fill you in on
him and me, if you want.

If you want.

I loved that kid.

He was so smart.

Smarter than all the other kids,
except maybe Loretta.

He kept getting cockier, more
selfish. Not helped, I might add,
by his mother.

And then he turned his back
on me, on the family business.

I wasn't good enough for him.

I don't know about that.

Oh, I do.

And it bloody hurt.

Still, what are you going to do, eh?
Little shit went his own way, and to
hell with me.

Uh, things haven't been
that good with us lately.

Actually, I think
he's having an affair.

What are you going to do?

I don't know. I really
shouldn't have said anything.

No, no, no.

I'm just sorry to hear it.

You deserve better.

(SIGHS)

We know it was you, Wolf.

What would I want all those
cellphones for, eh? Mine works fine.

Who was with you? Was it Van?

I wasn't there, Sergeant Judd.
I can't tell you anything about
anything you want to talk about.

I'm getting pretty tired of your
shitty family getting away with
crap.

I wasn't there.

You a betting man, Wolf?

Not in my nature, Wayne.

We found this TAB ticket at the
scene of the crime with your
fingerprints all over it.

Now, if you want to give us some
names, it'll go a lot easier on you.

I want my lawyer.

Dad.

Tell me about the ticket.
Why do you want to know?

You said betting's a mug's game.
So?

So how did your fingerprints
end up on a TAB ticket?

I don't see how that's any of your
business. Corky handles that.

Yeah, Corky's off the case, Dad.

He's off the planet, actually.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Corky likes the P, Dad.

It makes him feel bulletproof,
apparently — before he crashes
and burns.

Anyway, he was a crap lawyer before
he was whacked off his nut.

That makes me feel much better (!)

You never bet, so
it wasn't your ticket.

(SIGHS) What do you care? Find me
another f*ckin' lawyer, give him my
shit, and go back to your fancy job.

If that's what you want.

You're a f*ckin'
idiot, you know that?
Sorry?

That Caroline, she's one of the good
ones, and you're rooting around on
her.

Yeah, that's right, she knows.
She's not stupid, so you do the
right thing by her.

(MOUTHS)

Thanks for the relationship
advice, Dad (!)

So Corky shoved all the money
we gave him up his nose?

It's P, Draska. You smoke it.

I don't care if he sucked it up his
arse with a straw. How could you be
so stupid?

I don't need any crap from you
about this. I feel bad enough.

It's grand, Van. grand!

Keep your voice down!
The whole house will hear us.

He has to pay that money back.

Just kiss it goodbye, all right?
And I want the rest of it.
What?!

Whatever you haven't spent on the
stupid wedding, so I can get a new
lawyer.

[ And I want Munter's share too.

What?
What do you mean our
wedding is stupid?

Forget it and give me the money.

No.

What?

You think you and f*cking Munter
can get away with this without me?

What is it with you two? You gay?
Piss off.

You're always with him.

I'm trying to stop him from smacking
you cos you've ripped his money.

I'm looking after the money!
And now I want it back!

Oh, f*ck you!
Yeah?

What? Are you going to
smack me now too, are you?

You want to forget the wedding?
Yeah, fine. I wouldn't marry you
if you were the last guy on Earth.

f*ck you, you h*m* loser!

(SOBS)

(DIALS CELLPHONE)

Oh, hi. Yeah. I've got some
information about a job.

Yeah, the $ , that was nicked
from those Tongan moneylenders.

Yeah, uh, they should try Van West
to see what he was doing that day.

He's a real p*ssy and
he'll crack in a second.

DOGS BARK

Come on, Wolf. For once in your
life, go easy on yourself. You
couldn't have done that job alone.

And you know we're going to figure
it out sooner or later, so just give
us the names.

You ever hear of a concept
called loyalty, Sergeant Judd?

Yep.

It's overrated.

I'm never gonna tell you
who I did that job with.

Now, that was just a turn of phrase.

But you did do the job, didn't you?

It's me you want.
It's me you've got.

You know, if my family find out
about this, I will be so
excommunicated.

Shit, I didn't know
you were Catholic.

Shut up. You know what I mean.

This is Fantasy Island, remember?
Nothing exists outside these walls.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

But if Wolf's appeal goes...

It won't.

Yeah, but if it does...

It won't.

He's not going anywhere for the
next three years. You don't have
to worry.

Believe me.

Oh.

CELLPHONE RINGS

That'll be the phone.

What?

DRASKA: Yeah. I've got some
information about a job.

Yeah, the $ , that was nicked
from those Tongan moneylenders.

They should, uh, try Van West to
see what he was doing that day.

He's a real p*ssy and
he'll crack in a second.

It was made from a pre-pay,
but it's her, isn't it?

Yeah. Draska Doslic.

[ His alibi.
Yeah.

[ I mean, you must be rapt.
Why?

First the dad, now
we can nail the son.
Yeah, maybe.

Maybe? She said he'd crack in a
second, and she'll roll over on
him, for sure.

Maybe.

What? Are you kidding?
We've got the bastard.

Look, you follow that up,
check that alibi, find the holes,

and then I'll give you more
than a f*ckin' 'maybe'.

Sure, boss.

OK. Spot-the-difference time.

One's closer than the other.

Good start, Pascalle. Anything else?

There's a TAB ticket in that one
that isn't in the other one.

Oh.
Look at that.

What took you so long?

Police photographers have
no eye for composition.

This photograph was taken two
hours before this photograph,

which means the TAB ticket,
with Dad's fingerprints on it,

somehow miraculously appeared in the
time between these two photos being
taken.

The pig bastards.

They framed Dad?

That would never happen in NZ (!)

According to the log, Sergeant
Wayne Judd made two visits to
the crime scene, two hours apart.

On the second visit, it was him
who 'discovered' the TAB ticket.

That Corky missed this is just
testament to what a crap lawyer
he was.

Man, you should sue the cops.
I reckon.

That bloody Judd's had it in
for you guys all along. Prick.

What about the fact that
Wolf actually did do the job?

It doesn't matter. Judd falsified
evidence to get a confession.

The confession doesn't stand up, the
case doesn't stand up. Dad shouldn't
be in jail. End of story.

(SHRIEKS GLEEFULLY)

Let's not k*ll Courtney
in the first act.

Why not? All she does is whine.

But she doesn't deserve
to die. It's kinda cruel.

Kurt, we're writing a zombie
movie. People have to die.

But she's our innocent — and
in a short skirt and a t*nk top.

So she should die first!
It's one of the rules of horror.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Her death should be more gruesome.

She gets set on fire then
chopped up with a chainsaw.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Could someone get that?

Yeah, but I think we can do better.

Oh, it's you.

Hi, Pascalle.
Come in.

I didn't realise it was the cops.
You don't knock like a cop.

Oh, really?
Yeah, usually you can tell, you
know, cos they knock kind of manly.

I was hoping to have
a word with Van.

He's not home.
He's at work, I think.

I tried there.

[ Well, maybe he's out of town.

Really? Where?

I don't normally care
where my brother is.

And Draska Doslic is living here?

Yeah. I'm going
to be her bridesmaid.

She's not here any more.

Really?

Yeah. She and Van had this
big fight and she stormed out.

What about?

I dunno. I couldn't hear properly.
But I think the wedding's off. How
did you not hear them?

I drank myself to sleep.
So there you go.

Right. Well, tell Van I'd like
to talk to him when he shows up.

Sure.

Oh, before you go,...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I mean, I know that you like me,
cos you stalked me and everything,

and I was just
thinking that maybe...

[ Pascalle?

Ew, he's a cop.

Shut up, bug eyes.

Anyway, I was thinking that I really
need to go out with someone nearer
to my own age, so...

Me?
Yeah.

I'm sorry, Pascalle, but that
would conflict with my duties
as an officer of the law.

(SNORTS) You're joking, right?

I wish.

Rejected by your own stalker.
How cruel is that?

f*ck up.

Hey, you.

You frame my husband?

Not lately.

Don't piss around. Did you plant the
evidence that convicted my husband?

He did the job; he got caught; he
pleaded guilty. That's what got him
the conviction, not me.

f*ck!
What's the matter? You moved
on from that shit, right?

What? You thought I'd given up men
who bullshit me? No, it really
doesn't feel like I have.

I thought you were the one
f*cking person I could trust.

I'm the guy going out on a limb
for your bloody family.

How is framing Wolf going
out on a f*cking limb?

I'm talking about Van.

What about Van?

The grand nicked
from the moneylenders.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Yeah, there's none so blind as those
who don't want to see, eh, Cheryl?

Robberies happen all over this town.

Jesus Christ, Cheryl, I'm breaking
f*ckin' laws here. We know it
was Van,

and the only thing that's saving
his arse at the moment is me!

And it's not because I like the
little shit — it all comes down to
you. I'm doing it for you.

I need to get out of here.

No. We need to figure out
how we're going to—

No, I need to get out of here.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

One of my kids asked me why you do
this. Reckons you might have a thing
for prisoners.

Ah, let me guess.
That would be... Loretta.

It's a fair enough question.

I knew the people setting up the
course. It seemed like a worthwhile
thing to do,

and I hoped I'd meet you.

See if I'm as bad
as he makes out, eh?

Actually, I think you
and Jethro are a lot alike.

Oh, thanks, given that
he's a cheating bastard.

I knew what I was taking on
when I started up with him.

What I meant was, I can
see why he loves you.

LAUGHS: Oh yeah (!)
Funny way of showing it.

Yeah, well, blokes aren't exactly
known for saying what they really
think.

So, do you know who it is?

The other woman? I don't really care
any more. Over is over. I'm just
waiting for him to say the words.

You know what I think?

I think...

he's an idiot.

No.

No, that would be for
all the wrong reasons.

I knew you were one
of the good ones.

And I think that ends
the writing course.

Righto. So, do I get a
big tick on my prison record?

You do. And think about
keeping on with the writing.

Yeah, I will.

And you shouldn't stick around for
him to give you the word. You should
give my boy his marching orders.

Yeah. Ta.

Hey, Draska.

I thought I told you to f*ck off.

I can only presume you meant
the other me — your fiance.

What do I care? You're
both the f*cking same.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, nice talking to you (!)

Here we go.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Wolf confessed because
he was protecting someone.

It wasn't Van, was it?

Nah. It was me.

It was all my fault.

Like f*ck it was.

It was my ticket.

When you place a bet, it's best
if you pick up the tickets,

otherwise you're really just handing
your money to the TAB, aren't you?

Shit.
Losing your marbles, old man?

You up for this?

'Course. Let's go.

Righto.

I wasn't.

I wasn't at all. I was losing it.

(GRUNTS)

MOANS: Oh...

WHISPERS: Oh shit.

You OK?

Of course.

I know my father, Ted. And you
taught him. Now, no way is he going
to leave a shred of evidence behind,

let alone a 'go directly to
jail' ticket. You know that.

It wasn't your fault.

I don't know how Judd got his hands
on that ticket, but it wasn't you,
you hear?

You over-think things.

No, I don't.

He's kinda cute, sort of.

Pascalle, you agree to be bridesmaid
and then you throw yourself at a
cop. How low will you go?

I did not throw myself at him.

Get it together, for God's sake.

Has anyone seen Van?

Join the search party.

What's that meant to mean?

Pascalle's love life
was after him too.

The cops were here.
What?

So much for honesty as
a lifestyle, eh, Mum?

f*ck.
Oh, by the way, the wedding's off.

What do you want?

Uh, a beer and a chaser.
And something to chase that.

Two beers, please.

Son of a bitch.

(LAUGHS)

You got the 'bitch' bit right.

Ohhhhhhhh!

Whoo-hoo. I love this song.

What a ho.

She's just really drunk, man.

Yeah, drunk and acting like a ho.

Yeah, but...

But what? She's got all our money.

Nah, forget her, man. ]

Whoa.
I can't.

Forget her!
I can't. Hey, hey, hey.
Hold on a sec.

f*ck off.
Yeah, f*ck off.

I'm trying to save you, you cow.

What if I don't want to be saved?

Yeah, what if she doesn't?

Hey, I'm not talking
to you, dickwad.

Um, I... (MUMBLES) you.

What?
I said 'I— Umph!

Shit. Shit.

Stop it!

f*cking stop it!

Shit. Leave him alone.
Leave him alone.

Leave him... f*ckin'...
(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

f*ck off, f*ck off!

Oh.

I saved you, eh?

And I love you too.

Oh!

GATE LOCK BUZZES

I thought I was supposed to
be meeting with my lawyer.

Yeah, Corky called to say
he was feeling much better.

Then he started telling me about the
black helicopters. They only fly at
night,

so you can't see them,
but you can hear them.

All right, I get the point.

I am actually a
qualified lawyer, Dad.

SIGHS: Yeah, yeah, OK.

Corky was trying to get your
sentence reduced to months,
less time served, right?

I can get your
conviction overturned.

Do you want to tell
him the good news?

↑ (RETCHES)

Charming (!)

Oh, Mum was looking for you.

Well, where is she now?

Dad rang. She had to go see him.

What for?

How would I know? What am I,
The message service?

You OK?

I feel better.

Here, come on.

You can use Pascalle's.

I did something really terrible.

What?

You'll hate me.

Nah, I won't hate you.

I called the cops on you.

All I said was that they
should talk to you.

And they won't know it was me
because I threw my phone away.

I was really angry, baby, thinking
that we'd broken up. I just wasn't
thinking straight.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

Ah,...

it doesn't matter.

Really?

Yeah.

Cops are talking to
me anyway, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, so... so nothing's changed.

No. No way. ]

We can still get married and have
a really beautiful wedding.

And we can give Munter his share of
the money when it all calms down.

Yeah, he'd like that.

Ew, doesn't she taste like puke?

Hey, baby.
Hey.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Have we got that bastard
where we want him or not?

What bastard?
Judd.

He's f*cked, thanks
to my new lawyer.

Jethro, eh?

He's a good boy.

What about your other boy?
Is he a good boy too?

Is he paying Jethro the same way
he paid Corky? With money from the
Tongan job?

I don't know anything about that.

Yeah, well, how did
you pay Corky, then?

Jesus Christ — I don't know, Cheryl.

I thought you'd be happy.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm coming home.

Oh, you should have seen us, eh,
Eric. Me and Van smashed them.

Good fight, was it?
Yeah, it was, like, 'float like a
butterfly, sting like a wasp'.

Bee.
What?

Nah, nah, the saying goes 'float
like a butterfly, sting like a bee'.

How do you know how it
goes? I just made it up.

I've been looking for you, Eric.

Ted. Jeez. Hardly ever
see you in here.

I just need a quiet
word, thanks, Munter.

That was 'f*ck off', by the way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.

You hear about Wolf?
No. What?

He's getting out.
Get outta here!

Yeah. His lawyer's getting
the conviction overturned.

Oh-ho!

Turns out Judd planted the ticket.

You remember the ticket, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
the TAB ticket. Yeah.

Wolf and me were trying to figure
out how Judd got the bloody thing.

He doesn't know, and my
memory's shot to buggery.

Yeah. Buggered if I know.

Sorry about that.
Oh, don't worry about it.

We're as good as gold.
All good, then?

Yeah, yeah. You and
your gambling. Mm?

Bloody mug's game.

Yeah. I'm buggered if I know.

You'd think, seeing as there was
just the three of us, it wouldn't
be too hard to solve.

Yeah. But, you know, Ted, nothing's
ever as bloody simple as it seems,
is it?

Still, the main thing is he'll
be getting out soon, right?

I'll drink to that.

They know. They f*ckin' know!

They don't know.
They're just fishing.

Yeah, for me, with a f*ckin' big
hook. You said you'd look after me.

What do you want me to do?

Hold your hand just because
Jethro West asked a few questions?

Listen, when Wolf gets out of
jail, he will nail my balls to—

He's not getting out. He's not going
anywhere for the next three years.

Yeah, you hope, otherwise your
career's down the f*ckin' crapper.

Stop wetting yourself. I'll sort it!

He's not getting out.

Van home?
In his room.

Uh, the wedding's back on.

Don't hold your breath.

I want a word with you.
You, get out.

Mum, no!

If it concerns Van, it concerns me.

Whatever. You did the Tongan job.
No...

Jesus Christ! I'm talking to my son!
Shut up! You stole grand, didn't
you?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

And you know what?
I'm proud I did, Mum.

grand. That's the best
score this family's ever made.

I said this family was
overdoing that shit.

You were doing piss
all to get Dad out of jail.

So you thought you'd join him?

[ I had to do something.

The cops have nothing on him.
I was with him all the time.

Oh, I bet you were.

It made me feel like
a man again, Mum.

Doing that job, I was no one's
f*ckin' bum boy, all right?
I felt like a man again.

OK. If you want to be a man, go and
do it somewhere else. Get the hell
out of my house!

Yeah, whatever.

DRASKA: Careful.

Just f*ckin' slow down for a minute.

You bloody banged my knee. It hurts.

What's going on?

You missed spectacular
shit hitting the fan.

Watch out.
[ Wait.

What are you doing?
[ You're going too fast.

I told you I can do it by myself.

No, I can do it with
you. Just slow down.

If you could just hold
your end, it'll be fine.

(ZIPS BAG)

Hey. I put all your stuff I could
find in here and anything else
I'll give to Loretta at school.

Nah, don't do that —
she'll just nick it.

Look, I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Right now that's my department.

(PANTS)

MOANS: Oh!

Oh.

Ha, all mine now.

Yeah, I guess so.

THEME MUSIC 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.' ♪