03x01 - What Loss Your Honour May Sustain

[bunniefuu]

'This is a message
for Wolfgang West.

'Because of him, his family has no
furniture, food, clothing, anything.

'Thanks to you, Wolf,
our home's been gutted.'

Now she's got a sugar daddy
buying her brand new beds.

How the f*ck can he afford that?

He perfed.

It's not you, Cheryl.
It never will be.

Whatever happens next,
remember it's down to you.

SIRENS WAIL

What the f*ck's going on?
Wolf.

I'd rather go back to prison than
see a corrupt prick like Wayne Judd
walk free.

You are under arrest for extortion.

Listen. Whatever he said to you
is bullshit. He didn't do anything.

It's OK. We'll sort this out.

He didn't do anything!

Got a court hearing, got let out,
got here. Told you I would.

(GROANS)

(GASPS ORGASMICALLY)

(GROANS STRENUOUSLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Stop that.

This?

Yes. You're distracting me.

Good.

I'm working... on my script.

I want your cock inside me now.

Is that in your script?

(GROANS STRENUOUSLY)
(GROANS)

(SQUEALS CLIMACTICALLY)

KNOCK AT DOOR

sh*t.
f*ck.

Not again.

How can we bloody misuse dr*gs
when Mum won't let us have any in
the house

cos you bastards keep raiding
us every day? Hey! Hey!

What have we done now?

Misuse of dr*gs Act.

That old chestnut. Van's
got them hidden up his arse.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) She's joking.

What have we done this time?
dr*gs.

Oh good. Listen, if you fellas find
my cigarettes, let me know, eh?

Hello, Cheryl.

Wayne.

OK. I'm sensing a vibe here.

Everybody, meet Monica — my ex-wife.
Take your sh*t. Every other bastard
has.

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.'

# My luck in the gutter black.

# I guess I'm running back...

# ...to you.

# You in my brain.
You in my heart. #

No one's actually been in here
since the last time you checked.

Just doing my job.

Can you imagine it, Glenn? Pascalle,
in Pakistan, sharing a tent with her
boyfriend.

He's a doctor. You've
told me all this before.

The point is, they're not
having sex. Can you imagine it?

Sharing a tent with Pascalle
and not having sex with her?

Loretta, stop f*cking stirring.
Now, where are my cigarettes?

In your lungs.

Stuff it. I should give up.

Whoa. You sure that's a good idea?

IRRITABLY: Why wouldn't it be?

No reason.

This is bullshit and you
know it. He's done nothing.

Don't worry, Cheryl.
It's just a game.

What game's that, Wayne?

You want me to break parole — find
some excuse to send the bad cop back
inside.

You're the one crossed the line.

What line? We're not
bloody criminals.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
Piss off, Monica.

Yeah, well, we're done here.

For now.

So, who's rostered on
to harass us tomorrow?

This is bullshit.
You don't deserve it.

They got nothing on me, and nobody
here's doing anything wrong.

It's gonna stay that way, you hear?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, Jesus. What now?

Hi.

Repo men.

Bye, TV.

It was good while it lasted.

Yeah. The oven was lovely.
Really good for cooking.

If you ask me,
appliances are overrated.

Oh, come on, babe.

Oh.

Hey.

You said you would come with us.

I have to go to work.

No. We need your opinion.
I have to go to work.

You can't. Your car's broken.
Since when?

Since someone took
your distributor cap.

f*ck you.

sh*t, I'm sorry.
I thought I had it covered.

Nah, it's OK.

No, it's not.

No, it's fine. You'll get off.
You'll get your perf money and
we'll be semi-rich.

Yeah, and you've given up
smoking. It'll save us heaps.

(LAUGHS)

OK. As for the fridge and
everything, don't worry about
it. I'll sort it.

Huh? Huh?

You want to get married here?

Yeah.

What's wrong with the back lawn?

No.

No. This is gonna be
the best wedding ever. Yeah.

See, here we're gonna have, like,
a big tent, man, with a kick-arse
sound system, you know?

And over there, mini-tanker.

And, um, there's gonna be fairy
lights in all of these trees,

and then I'm gonna walk down this
aisle, and we'll have rose petals.

And the band will be playing
Highway To Hell. (LAUGHS)

No, they are not.

They are. And you're gonna be
wearing this real short black
wedding dress.

I am wearing white, and I
don't care what anyone says.

And later on, when everyone's
pissed, we'll sneak off into the
bushes and we'll find a tree—

Oh, luckily there's
plenty to choose from.

So,... do you think it's cool?

Great. Fantastic (!)

Good luck paying for it.

(LAUGHS DRILY) No.

Falani.

Cheryl.

Eric here?
No. Where is he?

You'll have to talk
to Eric about that.

OK, Falani, where is he?

Dunno.

When's he due back?

He's kinda... disappeared.

Like my best friend at Apia College,
who got swallowed up by a whale.

Falani, why has Eric disappeared?

Cos of you.
What? Why?

There's this heinous
cow lady copper, right?

She's been leaning on Eric to
provide information about you.

Well, there's nothing to tell.

Which is what Eric told
the heinous cow lady cop.

But she didn't believe him.

So he's done a runner?

Or some bad peoples got him,

which I hope not, cos even though
Eric was a sick man with a personal
hygiene problem—

He's left you in charge
of the galleria.

Nope. That was Wolf.

When news of Eric's departure
reached his state-funded holiday,

he gave me a call and said he needed
someone to look after the shop.

If you're in charge,
then I need some stuff.
What sort of stuff?

Oh, oven, fridge,
washing machine, telly.

I understood from Wolf that Sergeant
Judd was looking after you now.

There's a bit of a problem at the
moment. Just need to borrow some
stuff for a while.

Borrow?
Mm.

This is a business I'm running here,
not a library for appliances.

I know. It used to be my business.

Look, I just want a sodding oven and
a washing machine and a fridge and
a telly. Just until we get sorted.

The last thing Wolf said to me was,
'If Cheryl comes here, tell her she
made her bed; she can lie in it.

[ 'And don't you dare raise
a f*cking finger to help her!'
Oh, sorry for the swearing, Cheryl.

It's gonna be an expensive wedding.

Yeah, well, you only
get married once, eh?

Unless you count my last wedding,
which I don't, cos we never actually
made it to the end.

You should get my cousin's band,
bro. They'll do it for free.

The Sting cover band?

Yeah.

Uh, maybe not, eh?

Then you're gonna
be forking out heaps.

So? We've both got jobs.

Not a good sign. As signs go.

Be careful what you say
to Mr Hong, all right?

He's still a bit f*cked
up since Suzy left him.

She's just shacked up with this
pilot that she used to root.

She rooted him while they
were actually flying?

Apparently.
(LAUGHS) That can't be safe.

That's not the point. The point
is he's not taking it very well.

So don't mention it, all right?

I wasn't going to. ]

Uh,...

um, I was just kinda wondering —
these couple of signs turned up
down at the store.

'Closing-down sale'? Yeah. I was
just wondering — do you want me
to sell them?

Put them in the window.
Not sell them.

Why do you want to close it down?
I thought the store was making
money.

Got an offer. Hard to say no.
I'll tell you when to put them up.

So you haven't actually sold?

Still thinking.

Then think no, man.

Don't tell me how to think.
It's nothing to do with you.

It's got everything to do
with me. It's my life.

Business decision.

So some prick comes along
and makes you an offer,

and it's, 'Oh, see you later, Van.'
'Yeah, bye, best manager that place
has ever had.'

The only manager.

The point is it's wrong
to sell it, and you know it.

No. Good offer. Very tempting.

You ask him yourself.

Ask who?

Your brother. He's the prick.

No, Van. I don't want to
buy The Lucky Dollar Store.

Then why are you trying to
give Mr Hong money for it?

On behalf of my client, Van.

Who's your client?
I can't tell you.

Since when did you
start doing property?

Since they started paying me.

Look, I need this job, man, to pay
for my wedding and to live and sh*t.

There are other jobs, Van.

You've got other clients!

Yeah, who pay me in meat packs.

So if the goose with the golden egg
comes along, no way am I saying no.

Even if it means shafting me?

Van, while you're standing here
with your d*ck in your hand,

it's already going through
Council. Done and dusted.

What's going through Council?

None of your business.

I'm going to lose my job, man.
LAUGHS: As a shop assistant?

As a manager — a manager
with a wedding to pay for.

Face facts, Van — you're gonna end
up having your wedding on the back
lawn, just like last time.

It's just... it's wrong, you know?
One brother taking another brother's
job.

An important job!

As a manager.

I'm never gonna get another job
with that kind of power again.

You could work at the Video Hut.
Let him co-manage.

Um, let's get back to Jethro being
a prick. We should focus on that.

Exactly. w*nk*r.

Ah. Uh, Mum? ]

Falani?

Ta-da!

My gift to you.

Pretty flash, eh?

Falani, you do know we're getting
raided pretty much on a daily basis?

Sergeant Judd, this is all legit.

My cousin Nesi. He plays too much
PlayStation and drinks too much,
so I took his beer fridge.

As for the stove, well, as long
as it's returned before my wife's
sister comes home, no worries.

And my friend Tommy's having
marriage problems, and I said,
'Buy her something.'

So the idiot bought her this.

She hated it. She left him. Now he's
too depressed to do the laundry.

Why?
Cos she left him.

No, why all this stuff?

What happened to, 'She made her
bed — she can f*ckin' lie in it'?

Wolf's not my boss.

We're in a business relationship —
one that's mutually profitable.

If I'd known how profitable—

Falani, I know it's
not that profitable.

No, I'm serious.
(WHISPERS) I'm serious.

Look, when Eric left, opportunity
took this giant dump in my lap.

What opportunity?

You want a share?

Uh-uh. That's my old life.

So, despite what Wolf said to you,
you felt a sudden need to do good?

What Wolf did to you was wrong.

You still got into
business with him.

Business is business.

A family without the means
to wash or cook — that's wrong.

Thank you.

Honey, there'll be other jobs.

That's not the point.

Jethro. w*nk*r.
Yeah, exactly.

He's doing what he has to do.
At least he's got a paying client.

Why are you taking his side?

Because we all have f*cking bills to
pay! You just do what you have to!

Van could work for Hoochie Mama.

I can't even pay the people
I've got, and he can't sew.

Hey, I am not a parcel...

CELLPHONE RINGS

...to be passed around
like Pass the Van Parcel.

No one's saying that, honey.

She is!
No. sh*t. sh*t!

OK, Van, do you know what I think
you should do to keep your job?

Why?
Why what?

Why do you want to give me advice?

Do you want to work for me?
No.

Good. Listen to me.

You need to make it impossible
for Mr Hong to close the store.

This better not be, 'Burn it down.'

No, it's way too early for that.

Make it so profitable that it
makes no sense to shut it down.

Uh-huh. And what does that mean?

So that it makes heaps of money.

Yeah, I like this.

How?

Well, what sort of
advertising do you do?

Well, I, uh, I... I take
the sign out every morning.

(SIGHS)

CRASH!

What the hell's going on?
Immigration.

What the hell for?
Ask your mate.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Nothing to do with the Lord, Cheryl.
It's about not breaking laws.

Is police harassment a law?

We're only here as support.
Not that it isn't a pleasure.

What have I ever done to you?

It's what you've done to him.

He was a good man till
you dragged him down.

I didn't drag Wayne anywhere.

And if you can't deal
with it, then too bad.

Get your kicks other
than by hassling me.

You think I'm not getting sh*t
because my ex is shacked up with
a scabby two-bit criminal?

I'm not a criminal.
You'll always be a criminal.

You turned him into one,
and we don't forgive that.

Great! I think we've
cleared the air here.

Slag.

Shutting your mouth before we
get arrested would be really good.
Want a f*g?

So, um, by the way, are all
these girls on the level?

[ How would I know?
Tracy organised it.

Oi! Where you going?

I guess that answers that question.

Oh no.

Yeah. This is good,
man. This can work.

Just one question.
Yep?

How come I have to wear
this stupid sign and not you?

I've gotta manage the store, man.

Plus, you're heaps better
with people than me. Here.

Now, you know that if I could
pay you for this, I would, eh?

Hello. We've got a sale on.
Just up there.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Here. Hey, bro.

Just down here. Hey!

Hello, ev— Oh! There you go.
There you go. Mr Hong Emporium!

A big sale!

Yeah, and even tough it's only
the first day, already business is
up heaps of percents, man.

Jewellery! Clothes! Everything
you want! Toys for the kids!

You know those egg beaters we
couldn't shift? Cos the b*ating part
kept falling off? Sold out, man.

Bro. Cheers. Just up the road.

Are you getting
any of this, Mr Hong?

Cos I've got heaps more ideas.
I've got a, um, a business plan.

Yeah.

What you looking for?

Nothing.

Hey, you giving up smoking —
I think it's great.

How was your lawyer?

OK. You?

Fine.

Apart from most of my staff
being deported or in hiding.

And I've had to shut down
until I can find new staff.

And I've had to cancel orders.
Otherwise peachy (!)

Oh, except for running into your
ex-wife. She's a bloody treat,
isn't she?

Yeah, God, sorry about that.

No.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

We all know whose fault it is,
and he's... he's not bloody here,
is he?

The good news is, Mr Hong is so
pissed all the time, he couldn't
hold a pen to sign anything.

The bad news is, everyone else on
the block has either sold up or had
their leases cancelled.

Yeah, your brother's been
a busy boy on behalf of his client.

Hey, the other good news is,
this cute chick from the florist,
Alyssa — I've got her number.

She graffitied my board, man.

Yeah, in a good cause.

I think your brother's client
is gonna bowl the whole block.

Yeah, well, they'll have
to do it with me in it.

Yeah, but you'll get squashed.

It won't come to that.

I'll make this store so profitable
that there's no way Mr Hong will
sign, even if he does sober up.

Don't you need customers for that?

OK. Now things are getting dirty.

Bastards.

What are you doing here?

Oh. Yeah,... Gidday. I'm looking
for the, um, Department of Closing
Footpaths, please.

You said you were sailing this week.

No. No, I'm looking for
the Footpath Department.

See, I need to talk to some—

We shouldn't be seen together.

Nope. Definitely not.

My husband is in Blenheim.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Good... Good for him.

So I can stay all night.

Wh—? Ooh!

And it took me ages to find
the right person, right?

Hold on. She kissed you?

I said that. And then she
buggered off, and it took me—

Why did she kiss you?

I don't know.

Look, the point is that when I
finally did find the right person
to talk to,

he didn't tell me f*ck all.

This slut kisses you. Why?

It was nothing, OK?

There was no tongue or anything.

For the sweet love of Bob Marley,
she thought she was kissing Jethro,
not Van.

She's his mole.

Well, she sure sounds like one.

I mean at the Council.

He was all up himself about how he's
got everything sorted with Council.

I reckon she gives him information
to grease the wheels, in return for
sex.

So Jethro gets information and sex,
right? But what does she get out of
it?

Yeah. What a stupid mole.

I think what's of more importance
here, Van, is what she told you.

That her husband's in Blenheim.

That she'll be at Jethro's tonight.

Yeah.

So we can go round
there and slap her.

Or we could do something
a bit more useful.

(MOANS ECSTATICALLY)

(GASPS, MOANS) ]

Hold it still.

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

Ow! f*ck!

LAUGHS: Ooh, sh*t!

Van!

Hey, Jethro. Hey,
lady from the Council.

[ (LAUGHS)

f*ckin' prick!

Mr West. I've been expecting you.

Where's Van?

My client doesn't feel like talking
to you. He's at a secure location.

Give me the phone.
I don't have the phone.
And even if I had the phone,

I wouldn't give you the phone.
What do you want?

I want you to admit that
what you're doing is wrong.

I'm representing my client.

With the woman in the bed.
The mole in the Council.

She's an adult, making her own
choices. And since when did you
get so f*ckin' moral?

Since you started screwing her
and your brother at the same time.

It's a done deal, OK? This
stupidity is not going to help.

Then I think we're done here.

They're gonna send it to
my bosses, aren't they?

No, they won't do that.

How can you be so sure?

Because that would be the smart
option, and they're too stupid to
realise that.

So what will they do?

Well, something stupid, I presume.

Well, if I go down, I won't
be able to help you any more.

Do I need to know why you
and not my son slept here?

Uh, stuff with
the Lucky Dollar Store.

Where did Van and Aurora stay?

At the Lucky Dollar Store.

Do I need to know why?

No.

I think it's really great
you've given up smoking.

Uh, I'll be moving on, then.

I have an idea, Mum.

Well, after trucking round with
St Bruce healing lepers or whatever,

Pascalle will be so used to poverty,
we may as well sell all her stuff.

She doesn't have enough stuff
to pay the phone bill, let alone
the plumbers.

Bloody Wolf. I'm tempted to
bust into Waikeria and strangle
the bastard myself.

I loved sleeping here last night.

And who knew that $ crap could be
used in so many interesting ways?

(CHUCKLES)

See? This is a magic place.

Mmm.

And don't forget to wash everything
before you put it back on the
shelves.

(GROANS)

Whoa! Ah! Oh!

What? Baby, what?

Wow. You do look exactly like him.

Yeah, that's because
we're identical twins.

This is the bitch who kissed you.

Don't worry about it, honey.
I told you. It was a one-way kiss.

Only her tongue doing the business.

You told me it was no tongues.

[ Look, can we talk?

About what it will take for you
to delete the pictures you took?

Yeah, you're standing in it.

Stop them knocking this store
down, I'll give you the phone.

They're redeveloping the block.

Then I guess your husband might like
to see some pictures when he gets
back from Blenheim.

Oh, and don't think that bursting
into tears is going to change
anything, Miss Kissy.

I will do anything you say.

It's just... I don't want Jethro
to get hurt in all of this.

What? You're worried about Jethro?

This means so much to him.

[ It's a huge opportunity.

Yeah, well, council lady,

you don't do something about that
opportunity, then you don't get no
opportunity. All right?

I'll do what I can.

Baby, you were awesome.
Was I?

Yeah, I was totally hot for you,
the way you handled that. Look, feel
my nipple.

Oh yeah.
That was so cool. (GIGGLES)

Cheryl.
Falani.

Something wrong with the many
appliances I bestowed upon you?

No, no, all good.

Well, is there something
else you need?

You, uh, said you'd made a bit of
money out of the business lately.

Yeah, a load of hard disk drives—

I don't need to know the details.

Amazing demand for
hard-disk recorders—

I just need to score a loan.

Cash loan?
For a while.

From the business?

From you.

No.

Can't do it, Cheryl.

The kids, eh, they need new clothes,
new shoes. Mrs Falani says she needs
new clothes—

It's fine, Falani.
I'm sorry I bothered.

You can have Wolf's
share of the job, though.

Won't Wolf have a problem with that?

Strictly speaking, he doesn't know
about the job, so how does he know
he's got a share of the job?

I was gonna tell him next week, eh.

Mm.

So, is the money here?

What? Do I look like a great
big dumb Islander? (CHUCKLES)

Just bring it round
to the house, eh?

Your wish is my command.

Good to have you back.

Bloody kids. Think it's funny to
knock the sign down. Never mind that
some bastard has to put it up again.

(CHUCKLES) You could
pay someone to do that.

What's the point of that?

You wouldn't have to do it. ]

What's the point of paying someone
to do a job I can do myself?

You could do something else.

You mean like sorting
out the Council for us?

Nah, don't worry about the Council.
I've got them sorted.

Well, that's what I thought.

But why am I getting grief from my
design people about things I thought
had been signed off being rechecke?

I'll deal with it.
If you'd be so kind (!)

Yep.

Maybe I should wait up for
the little pricks one night.

See how funny they think it is when
a f*ckin' hammer comes whistling out
of the dark at them.

How'd you piss them off?
Eh?

Your contact at Council.

You had everything under control,
doing a great job. What happened?

I've got no idea, Gary.

Don't worry about it. I'll sort it.

Have you sorted the Chinese bloke?

Pretty close.

I don't want a hold-out, Jethro.
Some bloke finds out everyone on the
block has sold, he makes demands.

It gets ugly. I don't like ugly.
I mean, I can do ugly, but I don't
like it.

Hong has no problem
with the price, right?

It's just a question of getting
him to pick up a pen. That's it.

That's what I like to hear.

Follow me.
Where?

Pub. Might as well stop for a quick
splash on the way home, unless
you've got something better to do.

So, why should I go?

Cos I'm the manager.
I've gotta watch the store.

Never stopped you leaving before.

And you owe me for my hours as your
unpaid assistant manager walking
around wearing that stupid sign.

Nah—
Nah, you owe me dinner, and I want
a burrito from the Mexican place.

All right. You take
care of the store.

OK. And tell Mr Ching that
I want the extra-hot salsa.

Hey, um, you got any money?

Yup.
Hey, hey, hey!

CRASH!

Hey!

There's no need for that. OK?
Peace out, man. Come on, guys.

(YELPS)

Well, you're not gonna die.

(GASPS) That's good news.

That was no ordinary robbery.

What made you think that? The way
they b*at me up and never took
nothing (?)

Someone is sending me a message.

f*ckin' Jethro.

I don't think even Jethro would
do something like this, babe.

[ You don't know him like I do.

You didn't know him when he was
the king of the Chinese burn.

That was in primary school.

So? Some people never change, Munt.

No, I just don't see it.

Me neither. He's a prick,
but he's not a complete prick.

Ah, yeah, he is.

OK, but he's chicken sh*t
when it comes to v*olence.

RELUCTANTLY: Yeah.

So how do we find
out who is behind it?

The usual way.

sh*t. Dane Harris is up
on another agg-rob charge.

His missus will so be on
the prowl while he's inside.

Munt, stick to the task at hand.

We've gotta find out which one
of these clients is the evil one.

I'm guessing this one —
Savage Property Developments.

Could be a place to start.

Makes sense.

These wankers. You know the hill
we used to go up and get stoned on?

Which one?
The one with the bush. ]

Oh, yeah.

Well, now it's Moselle Heights —
housing for rich bastards, thanks
to Savage Property Developments.

Bastards.

But which one is the chief bastard?

I don't know about you, but I'm
guessing Gary Savage, managing
director, could be the go.

Even the name is the same.

Let's go.

I'm in. We've gotta
send a message here.

But Jethro will know it was us.

My mate gets beaten up,
I'm sending a message.

I'll do it.

Nah, bro, let me.

We're both in this.

True.

CELLPHONE RINGS

Van West, manager, speaking.

You and Munter broke into
my office, didn't you?

What makes you say that?

I know your trademark when I see it.

Well, maybe it's a message from
Munter cos he got the sh*t beaten
out of him yesterday at the store.

KNOCK ON DOOR

(SNIFFS)

Or maybe it's a message from me...

saying, 'It could have been me,
not him, you cocksucker!'

Oi!

Why is there a pile
of sh*t on your desk?

Um. It's a message, apparently.

We should, uh, go outside
where we can talk.

You know, Jethro, I own
an earth-moving business.

I'm aware of that.

The thing is, you can't actually
move earth without earth-moving
equipment. Figures.

A few machines I had parked up at
Moselle Heights — not there this
morning.

And that sign? The one I was fixing?
Now it's broken again, 'Jethro West
sucks d*ck' spray-painted on it.

I'm sensing a connection here.

My brother works at
The Lucky Dollar Store.

Your brother?

Yeah. And a friend
of his got beaten up.

I'm sorry to hear that.

At The Lucky Dollar Store.

I don't believe in
coincidence, by the way.

I mentioned to someone at
the office that this might
be a hold-out situation.

They decided to apply pressure.
It's my brother, Gary.

They were meant to
mess the joint up.

Grievous bodily harm is not my
thing. Is your brother's mate OK?

Enough to sh*t on my desk, yeah.

Busy night for the boys.

Look, um, I'll talk to them.

No, thanks, Jethro.

You've done enough. You should clean
that crap up, before it gets into
the grain.

That's quite a bit.
, , give or take a thousand.

It's a good score.

Hard-disk recorders —
way of the future. ]

I might have that drink.

Yeah, go for your life. ]

There's no comeback on this?

Well, the merchandise in question
is long gone. It's all clean. ]

Hey, Falani.

Sergeant Judd.

Oh, call me Wayne.

S-Sergeant Wayne.

Hey.

How's your day?
Good. Oh, good.

You?
Yeah.

You get that staff?

Yeah. WINZ sent round
a couple of girls.

Well, that's good.
Not really. They can't sew for sh*t.

Bummer. Mind if I...?

No, no, go ahead.

I might have that shower.

You know, Falani, I'm going
to have to say no here.

Eh?

Falani. Falani.

Do you want the money now?
No, no, no. Um,...

I was just thinking. Wolf's got
a lot on his mind right now, without
worrying jobs happening.

Maybe.

I feel sure he'd want
you to have his share.

Five, six, seven. Six...

No, you're right.
Thanks.

(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)
Thank you.

Yep, OK. Bye.

Gidday, Van.

Do I know you?

Gary Savage. Can I have
my diggers back, please?

Well, what diggers are these?

The ones you and your mate stole.

Nah, don't know anything
about any diggers.

I'll b*at your arse!

Were they little and yellow?
Like in the book?

I'll forgive you for the sign.

BOTH LAUGH, CHEER

I like those diggers,
and I want them back.

What's it gonna take?

Why do you wanna
knock down the store?

Because it's old and crappy.

It's time something new was here.

This place might be old and crappy
to you, but it means more to me.

Cos it's not just a store, man. It's
the first actual job I've ever had.

And it's about paying for my
wedding, man, to the woman I love.

And about the little guy telling
the big guy where to stick it for
a change.

Good on you and all that, eh.

But for Christ's sake, just tell me
what I need to do to get my diggers
back.

Hey.

Hey.

You didn't ask about the money.
No.

You were wondering, though.
Not really.

Crap.

I don't have to. You'll
tell me when you're ready.

Is that so?

Oh yeah. You can't help yourself.

When you're near me,
you... you divulge.
(CHUCKLES)

It's one of the many magical,
mythical powers I have over you.

(LAUGHS) Really?

Well, grand is a lot of money.

Could have paid a lot of bills.

Get you a better lawyer.

So, why didn't you take the money?

It made me feel cheap.

Like selling myself short. After
climbing this bloody mountain, I was
gonna chuck it in for a few grand.

Glass of water to a dying man, eh?

Think I should have taken it?

I knew you wouldn't.
Why not?

Cos you're not cheap.

We're in the sh*t, aren't we?

In the ca-ca right
up to our eyeballs.

Which is why we should go
to the pub and get pissed!

(CHUCKLES)

Man rings me about
the sale of the store.

Oh yeah?

What did he say?

That he's decided to
reconsider the deal.

What did you say?

I told him this is no way to do
business, to stick the deal up
his arse.

(CHUCKLES)

Go back to work, Van.
You do a good job.

OK.

WOMAN MOANS ON PHONE

So, are you pissed off your
brother got the best of you?

Get your diggers back?

Yeah, I did, yeah.

Moselle Heights, all go.

Lucky Dollar Store — a bit
of a cock-up all round, there.

Yeah, well, you didn't
have to give in to him.

Poor man's getting married. He needs
his job to pay for his wedding.

For Christ's sakes,
I can't ruin a man's wedding.

But after the wedding? Then it's
game on. I'll show that Chinese
prick an offer he can't refuse.

And a new lawyer to broker the deal?

Why? It's not like
you totally f*cked up.

Besides, it gives you a few months
to sort out our relationship with
Council.

Now, we need to drink copious
amounts of alcohol and eat crayfish.
Yeah.

Yeah, no, I fancy
crayfish. Let's go.

If it's windy, there'll be
a danger of falling branches.

Nah. It's not gonna be windy.

At the end, there'll have to be
a headcount cos of all of the pissed
people wandering off.

That's good thinking.

Other than that,...

yeah, I think it's a f*ckin' choice
wedding venue! Heaps better than the
stink back lawn, eh!

Yeah, man!

So, where you wanna
do your speech from?

Which speech is that?

The best-man speech, dork.

You saying you want me as best man?

Cos you haven't
mentioned it till now.

Oh, yeah, I was...
I was still deciding, eh?

So, do you wanna do it?

Depends how nice you ask.

Do you wanna be my best man?

Yep.

Choice.
Choice.

Ow!

ALL LAUGH

I thought you'd given up.

I thought you and Judd
went to the pub.

We did.

Where is everyone?

House was empty when I got home.

Where's Wayne?

Oh, sh*t.

LAUGHS: Oh, no.

What do you want?

Piss off, Monica.

Just visiting our favourite local,
checking out the usual collection of
lowlifes. Don't take it so persona.

Leave us alone.
We haven't done anything.

It's all right.

You've done plenty.

Listen — I'm honest. He's honest.

Back off, Monica.

Leave it, hon. Don't
worry about it. Walk away.

I'll tell you again —

I'll come after you till you
get what you f*ckin' deserve.

You bitch!

Wait, wait, wait. That's enough.

And that is assaulting
a police officer.

You're f*cking kidding!

Wayne Judd, you are
under arrest for—

You can't do this.
You wanna join him? Be my guest!

You have the right to consult
and instruct a lawyer. ]

Bastards!

He went back to prison.

They took him back to jail.

Cos of me.