04x08 - Guilty Creatures

[bunniefuu]

Cheryl, this is Tania.

So, friend of yours?

My accountant. She should
take over the Hoochie books.

So you wanna filter your tax
money back through my books.

Jesus, Cheryl, you've worked hard.
What the f*ck is wrong with enjoying
it?

But you know he's a prick, so don't.

What do you think I should do, then?

Cut your losses, walk away.

He's on the dodge!

I don't know how to explain this —
I'm not a criminal any more! And
you're not a cop.

Just these invisible parties...

If anyone asks, there's no such
thing, cos we're not doing them now.

Ooh!

You go first.

I don't have anything
to apologise for.

Neither do I.

OK, who wants Masterton, then?

Oh, look, I know, I know. But we
sell big time down there, so, come
on, who's going?

Right, deal sweetener —
I'll throw in Palmie North.

If it was the Naki I'd go.
Or Nelson's got that awesome market.

I'm not talking about a holiday.
Come on, it's crunch time. Income's
down.

Oh. Is it (?)

This is the way we do things now.

Well, I've got some ideas
that I would really—

No ideas — just volunteers, Kase.

Come on.

Why don't you go?

I'm a bit busy, Sheree, running
a company, raising a baby.

Yeah, but Pascalle does Jane,
though, really, most of it.

And I pay the bills at home.

Well, as a partner, I don't
think Masterton's the answer.

There wasn't a question.
Sales are down and we
need some new designs.

And I've been working on something.
Not now, Kase.

Don't shut me down, Cheryl.
Hit it, Chelle.

SLOW POP MUSIC PLAYS

It's a bit plain, isn't it?

It's called The Wild Thing.

What's wild about it?

The possum fur on the inside.

What, of the bra?

And the knickers.

KASEY MOANS

Doesn't it tickle?

Ooh, yeah, baby. (MOANS) It'll
make you feel totally wild.

LAUGHTER

KASEY MOANS

Yeah, yeah, all right, all right.

KASEY MOANS

Excuse me.

KASEY CONTINUES MOANING

I'm looking for Cheryl West.

Um, I'm Cheryl West.

This is a staff meeting.

Right.

I'm Candace Fletcher.
From?

Inland Revenue. We're
here for the audit.

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. ♪

Yes, we're doing a full audit of
all businesses owned by Gary Savage.

Why wasn't I told about this?

We've been dealing with
Mr Savage's accountant.

She not inform you
this was happening?

No, she did not.

Copies of all our correspondence,
which you're welcome to look at.

We might just, um, take a tea break.

Sheree.

Look, I'm sure there's a paper trail
a mile long, but like I said, this
is totally out of the blue for me,

so if you can give
me hours notice—

We have permission to enter, obtain
access to all financial records and
stay until we're satisfied.

So if you can indicate an area where
my team can work, we'll get down to
it.

f*cking IRD are like Rottweilers.

No, Rotties can be really sweet.

Nazis, then. Nazis with calculators.

Cheryl's toast.

I do not believe that bitch
Tania. Not a word of this,

then her voicemail says she's
in the Cook g*dd*mn Islands.

This is really bad, isn't it?

They'll cover everything.
Wolf know about this?

He never said anything to me.
That doesn't mean anything.

He tells me most things.

What are they looking for?

Only one thing they ever
look for — tax evasion.

I wouldn't go chucking terms
around like that, if I were you.

Actually, I'm not feeling well.
I think I might go home.

Yeah, you do that —

rat leaving the ship.

Oh God. You don't think we're
gonna sink like Titanic?

'Course not.

WHISPERS: What about the parties?

What about them?

The invisible parties we never had.

How can they do us for
something we never did?

Um, they have powers.

They can find anything.

No, no. When I canned the parties,

I sent all the accounts
back to bloody Tania.

So they're not here?

Yeah, yeah. Everything
here is kosher.

Oh, good. Cos I can't go to jail.

They can send us to jail
for a few illegal parties?

No, no, no. Would you calm down?

Don't mention the parties.
Don't even talk to them.

Yeah, but—
No. No, no. No. No. Listen to me.

They talk to me, and me only. You
don't open your mouths. You got it?

Come on, Lloyd, hit me.
Stop messing around.

THWACK!
(GROANS)

Was that OK?

Good sh*t. What are you doing here?

I'm meeting your boss.

Right on time. I like
that in a woman.

Hit him again. He likes it, really.

This way.

THWACK!

Never drop your guard, Lloyd.

THWACK!

So, what's this about?

How completely I could satisfy you.

Well, there's an opener.

I own a cleaning company
— commercial, mostly.

I'm looking to expand my client
base, and I thought of you.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm pretty happy
with the firm I use.

It's fun to be filthy,
but not at work.

You saying my office is dirty?

Coffee ring, stain,

emptied when?

Yeah, well, they're cheap.

I can tell. How about paying just a
little bit more? Then you'll get the
service you really deserve.

Maybe.

Well, let's talk numbers.

She's a freak. Probably
doesn't even sweat.

Weak eyes.
Yeah, all that
squinting at receipts.

Did you ever put any dodgy ones in?

Did you?
Heaps. All Lucky's vet bills.

I said it was my car.
My vet's called B & T Services.

I told Cheryl it was Brake & Tyre.

I would totally buy that.

She did.

Oh, sh*t, she's coming over.

God, she's found the vet thing.
sh*t!

Excuse me, can I ask you something?

I know you speak English.

Fine—
(MUMBLES) Cheryl.

What?
GRITTED TEETH: Cheryl. Over
there. We can't talk to you.

I think she's a bit busy.

We don't know anything. Nothing.

Well, I'm sorry to disturb you.

f*ck, I need a drink.

Everything OK?
Can you tell me
where the bathroom is?

Yeah, yeah, sure. It's this way.

I tried to ask, but they're
not keen to talk to me.

The girls are really
focused on their work.

Right.
It's just round there out the back.

She just wouldn't f*ck off.

She just wanted to
know where the can was.
Why?

I can think of a reason. Can you
guys relax? It looks suspicious.

You told us not to talk to her.

You should go work from home.
You're making me nervous.

OK. Thanks, Cher.

Hey, if she asks about the B & T
invoice thing, just say it's my car.

Yeah, it is your car.
Yeah, good — just like that.

Rochelle!

Later.

It's still too high.

You pay peanuts, you get monkeys.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

I'd expect more than a wipe-down.

I'm talking an immaculate
clean, personally guaranteed.

How personally?

I know how to give satisfaction.

For this price, you'd better.

Six-month trial period...
once I flick the other lot.

That's acceptable.

I'll send a contract.

Oh, there is one thing:
you have to join.

My gym. All my employees belong.

I'm not an employee — I'm
an independent contractor.

Non-negotiable.

Here's the thing, Nicky —
I never exercise.

You'd have an amazing
body if you did.

I'm happy with my body.

If I had your body, I'd
be happy with it too.

Membership's free, of course.

Two-year minimum on
the cleaning contract.

Done.

And done.

Who got done?

It's completely mutual.

You wanna watch my daughter.

I certainly do.

Kase. What happened?

I don't wanna go to jail.

Whoa, whoa, back up.
Why would you go to jail?

Hoochie Mama's getting
done over by the IRD.
So?

So,... I haven't done this year's
return, or last year's. I'm not too
sure about the year before that.

Hey, this is for cocktails.

That's work related. Entertainment.
How?

I'm on the road. I have to network.
In a strip club?

I have to hang out with chicks
who like hot undies. God, where
am I gonna hang out — Plunket?

Who'd you go with?

Baby, are you jealous?

No.

I go by myself. Beats hanging
in a shitty hotel missing you.

That's a lot of cocktails, but.

Yeah, well, I shout the dancers.

At Hooters and Heifers?

It's the Waikato. You know?
They're into that cow sh*t.

I have to get this out of here. They
can search anywhere. You... better
get your sh*t together too.

Why? I don't work for Hoochie.

It's just the beginning.

They come in and get names, then
come after you, like the Terminator,
but with calculators.

Did you dig it, you know, when
those heifers were getting their
kit off?

Baby, why would I go out for fish
when I can get steak at home?

Help pack this sh*t.

Bye, guys. I'll see
you in the morning.

Any idea how long you'll be?

Several days, probably.

No, I meant now.

Oh. Sorry.

Well, it is a big investigation.

But you will be heading home?

Back to the motel.

Oh, you're not local?

No, I'm on secondment from head
office. As I said, it is a big
investigation.

If there's anything you'd
like to talk to me about...

No. No.

But I would like to head
home myself, though.

Family?
Mm. Yeah. So, uh,...

if you don't mind locking up.

That's trusting of you.

Well, you're honest, obviously.

Most people are, Cheryl.

Yeah.

PLATES CLATTER

You got anything else
you wanna tell me?

Shush! Mum, I just put Jane down.

She'll be round here, with her
glasses on her nose, looking at
that sh*t.

Did you leave her there?

Want me to invite her to dinner?!

What does she look like?

What does it matter
what she looks like?

What's all that sh*t doing here?
It's my books.

She thinks they'll
come for her next.

READS: 'The Jiggle Club. bucks.'

Work related.
Right (!)

When they raid me
they'll find squat.

Why do you have to
bring it round here?

To sort it before they come for me.

What about you? We've got vet bills,
hairdresser's bills, your mum's
f*ckin' car bill. What else?

You thought it was OK then.

You were diddling me.
And me.

And you were fiddling
your own business!

Yeah, but that's why
people have businesses.

Christ!

One extra for tea. Didn't
think you'd mind. (CHUCKLES)

Hi.

You don't wanna worry too much about
the IRD. Incompetent, most of them.

Smells good.
Glad you approve.

Someone's in a paddy.
She's being orbited.

The IRD. They're all over
us like flies on sh*t.

You got anything you
wanna say about that?

Mm, no. Pass the potatoes.

(BURPS)

Bro, do we do tax?
Eh?

Tax. You know? Like, do we pay it?

Why the f*ck you asking me? I don't
pay nothing. Anything comes for me
in an envelope, I bin it.

Makes you old worrying about
that kind of sh*t, brother.

Kasey said you gotta have a number.

(CHUCKLES) Not that kind of
number. The number that means
they can take money from you.

What, you mean they just
take it, without asking?

Yeah.

That's like robbing.

Bro, they got a licence to rob.

A licence to rob you?

Mm.

Well, we don't want any
part of that, then, eh?

Nah. We stay right away.

The key tool in an audit situation
is a skilled accountant.

Ours was so skilled, she f*cked off
to the Pacific Islands.

Gary's accountant?
Yeah.

You should put all your money in a
TAB account. IRD can't touch it.

Not helping, Ted.

I'm so sorry. If you want me to
tell her about the vet's, I will.
But please don't involve Mum.

We wouldn't want her
to get in trouble (!)

If I get done, Lloydie,
will you still love me?

If I go to jail, will
you come and visit me?

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Well, actually, Lloyd, you didn't
see this IRD chick. She was really
really scary.

I don't know what this receipt is
for! Maybe it's better we go to
jail.

sh*t.
Heaps of scary dykes with tats—

Uh, Kase. Kase!

...wanting to make us
their ho's, but—

Kasey. Kase!

Hi.
f*ck.

I thought you might need
this in the morning.

Oh. sh*t, thanks. It's not the
only key I've got, but thanks
for bringing it back.

Uh, now that you're here and off
duty, want to stay for a drink?

Oh, that's kind of you, but I've—

VAN AND MUNTER YELL AND LAUGH

BOTH GIGGLE MANIACALLY

Van!

Sorry. Sorry.

YELLS: Van! Christ!

(GIGGLES) Anyone want a spliff?

Van,...

this is, uh, Candace
Fletcher, from the IRD.

Hello.

I don't think I'll stay for that
drink, but thanks for the offer.

Sure.
Oh, by the way, this is
a business investigation.

We won't be looking into anybody's
personal tax,... just in case
anybody's worried.

DEFENSIVELY: No.

She looked like a copper,
but she's not an actual cop.

She knows my name.

But she only does
business, bro. She said.

We're in business, man.

OK, we just... we stay out of her
way, pretend like we don't exist.

TOILET FLUSHES
Oh!

She's gone, baby. Let's go.

See you, bro!

(SIGHS) Jesus Christ, what
a mess. And those bloody girls.

Yeah.

RINGS CLANK

I know what you're gonna
say. So come on — say it.

I remember what you said, you know.
'ft pole; don't go near it.' All
that sh*t.

Could be OK.

(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY) Yeah (!)

(SIGHS)

Bloody hell.

BRACELETS CLANK

Um-Um, I'm not in the mood.

Fair enough. I've got an early
start. I'll see myself out.

(TYPES)

Hello.
Hello.

Bro, move this.

If we need a tax number,
what do we do?

We don't want one.

We might have to get one.
Don't want one.

We might need it.
You've been in business how long?

Uh, well, we're a different kind
of business, eh, you know? Like
a secret business.

All it takes is one person to claim
your work on their tax return and
you're busted.

And, um, what-what can they do
to you if you don't, like,... pay?

They can, like, totally do your ass.
Bum you?

No. Look, they get you for back
taxes, plus penalties, plus late
fees.

A bit of back-door action might be
preferable, but you don't get the
choice.

See? I told you we need a number.

Look, it's fine.
I'm already on to it.

Are you?
Yes. That's what managers do.

What about the work we did
before you was our manager?

I don't know. I don't care. Before
you had a number, you didn't exist.

Like invisible?

Yes, if that's the way
you want to look at it.

No one can see us
if we're invisible.

Wicked.

WHISPERS: Where are they?

You don't need to whisper.

They're even scary
when they're not here.

Jesus. Would you wind
down the paranoia?

They're finished cos
she worked late.

Or they got sick of it
and they're not coming back.

Yes.

Morning, all.

Do you, uh, take your work home?

No. These are from
Tania Hobbs' office.

Are they our files?

I have permission to uplift them.
Would you like to see the letter?

Nah. Nah. Don't bother.

Almost morning-tea time.
Better get down to it.

I could m*rder that Tania. She
fucks off and dumps me in it.

Hope she gets the trots.

The sh*t's so hit the fan.

What will we do?

There's no 'we'.
I made the decisions.

We all took money.

Even though I didn't get as much.

Nup. I was in charge. I'll take
the rap if it comes to that.

I wish she wouldn't do
that 'staunch woman' crap.

Yeah, but what the hell
could we do, anyway?

OK, this is just an
assessment, so take it easy.

Anyone can ride a bike.

You don't have to watch.

(PANTS)

Your lungs are really working.

That's good, isn't it?

(PANTS)

Heart rate's way up. You're gonna
need a lot of aerobic work.

Why the hell do people do this?

Energy, stamina. If you're
fit, you can go all day,...

and all night.

Cheryl. I've had a chance to input
some data. Can I ask you a few
questions?

Fire away.

Here's a month-to-month breakdown of
income. What causes these noticeable
fluctuations?

Oh, a number of things.

Can you be specific?
Yeah. Excuse me.

Oh, sorry.

Seasonal demand, the number of
designs we've got, cost per unit
to manufacture,

the number of saleswomen on the
road, the associated hospitality
and accommodation costs.

I see the biggest fluctuation occurs
within one contained period.

What period's that, then?

After Gary Savage's buy-in.

That was when Tania took over the
accounts, so you'd really need to
speak to her or Gary Savage.

Ah. Yes.

This, um, investigation concerns
Mr Savage's operation,

especially the way income may
have been channelled between
larger and smaller companies.

To avoid paying tax.

Any light you could shine on that
would be helpful. Even a current
contact for Mr Savage.

You don't know where he is?

No.

So, um, any help you could give
would be greatly appreciated.

I'll see what I can do.

Good.

Oh, um, can I talk to Kasey now?

She's a designer. She
doesn't do finance.

Still need to talk to her.
She's on her lunch break.

This afternoon's fine.

You have to talk to her.

But you said not to.

If you don't talk to her, she'll
think we're hiding something.

Yeah, but we are!

No. Don't say that.

If I'm thinking it, it's
a trap I'll fall into.

You should go off sick or something.

Masterton.
Too late for that.

God. Why didn't I take
the chance when I had it?

Where are you going?

I've gotta go and see a dog about
a dog. I'll be back later.

Where's Gary? And don't
tell me you don't know.

Somewhere in Asia... or Australia.

Oh, yeah, that
narrows it down a bit (!)

He doesn't want to be contacted,
with the company you're keeping.

Oh, Sheree been filling
you in, has she?

She said you were in the poo.

Me? What about us? What
happened to 'our' business?

My name is nowhere near it. I was
just doing my brother a favour.

What about me?

You can handle this.

OK. The cow from the IRD made it
really clear she wants to know where
Gary Savage is.

So where the hell is he?

Tried calling him?
His phone's been cut off.

Bugger.
That all you have to say?

Do you think he gives a rats
about your knicker business?

He's in sh*t up to here.

So you have been speaking with him.

I don't dob. You know that.

CHUCKLES: Yeah.

Wests don't do that, huh.

It's your youngest you
should be worried about.

Why? What's wrong?

I don't like the company
she's been keeping.

OK, you can deal with that.
I will.

Yeah, cos you're a f*ck
of a lot of use to me.

Kasey, you're the
chief designer here?

Yes. But I don't organise parties or
do the books or anything. You know —
especially do the books for partes.

Do you...? Do you ever work
for clients privately?

What?
Do people ever commission you...
to do things personally?

I have never taken money under
the table or made any false claims.

Oh, no, no, no, no. That's...
That's not what I meant.

It's just, um, I find it really hard
to get undies that fit me properly.
I'm long in the rise.

Oh.

I was wondering if you
did 'made to measure'.

You want me to make you some undies?

Do you do that?
Sure.

Oh, good.
I'll have to measure you—

Oh, no, uh, I wouldn't
really want to do it here.

Oh, unprofessional.

Kind of.

Oh, we can sort something out.

Great. OK.

OK.

Hi. I'd like to register a
business for GST. You know what?

I'd love to hold. And can you
play me some really shitty music?
That would be—

So, what are you
playing at, Sporty Spice?

I never play.

There's some game going on
with our gym friend.

No. I just offered him a cleaning
contract, and he accepted it.

You should stay away from him.

But he's your boss. And
you're shagging his sister.

Watch your mouth.

Oh, right. So, is that the same
sort of warning you gave Jethro
before you ran him out of town?

I was just looking out for Jethro.

Mm, aren't you
Father of the Year (?)

And you're starting to piss me off.

Thanks for caring, Dad (!) (TYPES)

Are you sure you wanna go there?

She's a looker.

She is an evil little tart.

She's that bad?

Maybe it could be good for her,
having someone like you around.

Might teach her a lesson or two.

You make it sound like fun.

Mm. (CHUCKLES)

As long as you don't forget
who's really important.

Hey,... as if I would.

DOOR OPENS

Well, look who decided to drop by.

You know your daughter has the
lung capacity of a geriatric?

Not worried about her lungs.
It's her mind that concerns me.

We're just doing some
business, that's all.

Is that right?

What's it to you?

She's my f*ckin' daughter.

It's my f*ckin' business.

I know my daughter, and what I know
is, that girl does nothing without
an ulterior motive.

I'd think on that if I were you.

Thanks. I will.

Good. ↑

So, what did she wanna know?

If I'd make her some undies.

You're kidding.
Long in the rise.

The what?
Don't you know that?

So, she's coming round tonight
so I can measure her.

To your house?
I'm gonna make my
special eggplant thing.

Is that a good idea?

All my tax sh*t is here. And she
gets that I'm a designer and not
an accountant.

And honestly, she
doesn't seem so bad.

Munts gonna be home?

Munter. sh*t.

Kase.

Don't get pissed.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah, hi, baby.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm at home.

sh*t. What'd you do that for?

Yeah. Yeah, OK.

Bro, bro, the tax lady's
coming round here.

To arrest us?
Well, Kasey said
I shouldn't be here.

OK, we should, uh, vanish
— become invisible.

We have to get rid of all evidence
that shows I exist. OK?

SIGHS: Uh...

Bob Marley CDs.

I'm on it. I'm on it.

Uh...

We've gotta hide out, bro.

Yeah, we're like outlaws.

Yeah. Invisible outlaws.

Yeah.

She's gonna make her eggplant thing.

That'll make things a lot better (!)

Then she'll get pissed, and
f*ck knows what she'll say. Oh!

Trust Candy to hunt out the weak
link. She's found it; now she's
sniffing all around it.

Well?

What do you expect me to say?

You think I should fall
on my sword, right?

If they know it already...

And risk losing my business?

I know it doesn't matter to you.

I never said that.

I have worked too hard to walk away.

Doesn't have to come to that. Come
clean. They might go easy on you.

Yeah, right (!)

They're just doing
their job, that's all.

What, you on their side now?

No. It's the law.

Oh, f*ck, here we go.

You must be loving this — knowing
it was gonna happen, and now it has.

No, actually, I'm not.

Wanna hear me say it? You were
right. I was wrong. There you are.
Enjoy it all you like.

I, um, I hope red's all right.

Perfect. Uh, do you like eggplant?

I love eggplant.
It's a beautiful shape.

Can I help?

No. Make yourself comfy.

Well, this is...

It's very nice.

Is it just you?

Yeah. Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

No man round here.

You know, you could sit down.

Nah. If anyone busts this
place, we... do not exist.

He's right. You got that? Hmm?

We haven't been here, OK? And you
haven't see us, bubs. (BLOWS KISSES)

Don't bring Jane into this.
Whatever.

We're in hiding, OK? Goneburgers.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

Silly Uncle Munter. Nobody
gives a root where he is, eh?

JANE GURGLES
No.

Mmm.

Can I ask you something?

Not about the business or anything.

No. Can I get the recipe for this?

You like it?

Mmm, yes.

Really?

People say they like the eggplant
thing, but I think they're lying.

I'm not.

God. You're heaps more looser
than I thought you'd be.

Right.

Oh, I didn't mean to
be rude or anything.

I'm not offended.

OK.

OK, sister, shall we do this?

Line me up.

Bro, we can't stay in here forever.

We could skip town, go up north.

Ahipara.
They wouldn't find us there.

We could just grow dak, go
fishing and never pay any tax.

I'd miss Kasey, but.

Yeah, well, she could
come up in the holidays.

Nah, she'd talk.

If she knew the secret location,
it wouldn't stay a secret.

An outlaw can't have a wife.

Cos then he'd have an in-law.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Can you hold on to this?

Mm-hm.

Do you want a low-rider
kind of thing?

No, not too low, otherwise you
see the elastic through my pants.

Oh, honey, I don't do VPL.

Wow. You are long.

I know.

You know what? You should
get a matching bra.

That would be great.

OK. what kinda style?

I like balconette.

Balconette. Ooh.

Do you think that's wrong for me?

No. No. It's just...

your look.
Oh. That's just the job. I'd really
like to dress the way you do,

but I don't have the figure
for that kind of thing.

Oh, get outta here.
I don't.

You have an amazing figure.

You just need to find someone
to make the most of it.

I'm in your hands.

So, what's your cup size?

I think it's a B.

Honey, you're so not a B.

Maybe...

you could check.

Holy f*ck! She grabbed your tit?!

No. She made me grab her tit. And
it wasn't really a grab. It was more
of a...

Thought you were
fitting her for a bra.

Yeah, well, that's how it started.

And then it went
somewhere different.

How different?

I hope I haven't misread this.

Have I?
What did you say?

You're, um, definitely not a B.

Sorry. It's, um...

It's my mistake.

If you'd rather not—
No, no. Don't be silly.
You won't know yourself.

You know, getting the right fit
can really change your life.

And then what?
She went home!

So you didn't root her?

Oh, thank Christ.

You should've jumped on her,
Kase. You do acker dacker.

Yeah, well, not for a while.

Only cos Murray was into threesomes.

It's just like riding a bike.

She's a married woman!

Yeah, but,... (GROANS) she gets
Candy in the sack, takes a picture
on her mobie,

and bang goes our tax problem.

Do you want me to do it?

Kasey!

No, I can do it — for the company.

Oh, come on, Cheryl. Is it even
a root when there's no sausage?

What a dumb question.

Appreciate the offer, but not even
to save this company would I let you
f*ck the IRD.

They're trying to f*ck us.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

Is this Sunday school?
No, it's called human decency.

Yeah, but if Kase takes one for
the team, surely it's gonna help.

Cheryl.

Can I see you for a minute? Just
a few things I wanna see you about.

Sure.

So, when you put your hand
on it, was it, like, hard?

What?
Her nipple.

Have you contacted Mr Savage yet?

No.

No, I haven't.

That's unfortunate.

I wann show you something. Here
we have income — rising, not that
steadily.

I know how to read a graph.

Here, Gary Savage buys in. Income
skyrockets, as well as expenses.

We had a new product line.

Also, a number of cheques are going
out to the staff. What are they for?

Bonuses for performance.

Here, sales go back down and you
take over the accounts. Can you
explain that?

New product line didn't
live up to expectations.

Cheryl. You do realise there are
penalties, charges even, for
obstructing an investigation?

Excuse me. Can I talk to you?

Not now, Kasey.

Not you.

You wanna talk to me?

I've run up some samples, and
they're nearly ready to try on.

(GROANS) What are you guys eating?

Just stuff from the fridge.

No, it stinks in here like farting.

You fart more when you're scared.

Why aren't you at work?

No, no, can't do
that. Gotta go bush.

Cos we're scared.

I don't give a sh*t. You've got
a job soon, so get the f*ck up.

We can't do that. We're invisible.

I got you a number, you morons.
As of now, you're legitimate.

So get the f*ck up before
you choke on the fumes.

Man, I was enjoying being a outlaw.

Now!
Hey!

What happened?
Tried to lie.

She saw through me.
I saw through me too.

You were right.

There it is.

You were right

and I was wrong.

Cheryl, I don't want you to suffer.

No.

You know what I loved about you?

Loved?

Remember that night I came round
after Jethro got his degree, and
you told me your plans?

You laughed at me.
But you proved me wrong.

You put everything on the line
for what you believe to be right.

Yeah.

This won't b*at you either, Cheryl.

I know.

I wish I could help.

You can't.

You're back.

I wanna get fit, expand my capacity.

You expect me to believe that?

You said I had to be here.

Are you the sort of girl that does
what other people say, with no other
motive?

Someone been talking about me?

Your dad, actually.

Oh. Well, isn't he an
old stick in the mud?

He knows you better than I do.

We could change that.

What are you really
after, here, Loretta?

Apart from you?

Cut the crap.

OK, since you mention it...

No, keep working while we talk.

See that guy?

Lloyd.
You know him?

Bank manager. Those with sedentary
jobs need to work at their cardio.

He manages the Swanson
branch of the WSB.
I know.

It's small, but every couple of
weeks, quite a bit of money goes
through that branch, all in cash.

Oh yeah?

Comes in, gets counted,
and out it goes again.

You know, untrustworthy people
would try and take advantage of
a situation like that.

Really?

Is that you?

Either you think I'm worth
trusting or you want something.

Well, which do you think?

Could be both.

Want to go and talk
somewhere private?

Sauna's always good after a workout.

Is it hot?
Mm-hm. Very.

Cheryl.

Hi.

(TYPES)

Ask me anything you want. I'll be
completely straight with you.

I don't have any more questions.
I have everything I need. Anything
else we can do from the office.

Oh. There's one more thing.

Yes.

Last year's GST — miscalculated.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I know, and there's
a really good reason for that.

You're due a refund.

Not a large one, I'll
grant you, but $.

What about Gary Savage?

We have enough on his other
businesses to form a case
against him.

(SIGHS) Look, there
is one other thing.

Would you tell Kase...?

Would you just tell her they fit
perfectly? She did a great job in
so little time.

CAR ROARS TO A HALT

Kase.

Kase?

(GROANS) Don't turn
the light on, OK?

Kase, what's happened?

Has she gone?

Yeah. And she, uh, she said to
say... that the undies fitted
perfectly.

'Course she did.
Get this — we're not getting done.
We're due a f*cking refund.

(SOBS)

Kase, what's going on?

Munter's left me. He's moved out.

'Course he hasn't. He's just
playing silly buggers with Van.

No.

Why would he leave you?
He loves you to bits.

Bro, reckon I need a shower?

Nah, man, just grab your belt.

Hey, you took your Bob Marley CDs,
but you didn't take your toolbelt.

(LAUGHS)

MOANING

Oh man, you sick bitch!

Baby.

Baby.
Don't leave me!

Don't talk to me. I don't know you!

You didn't.

I did.

But I didn't plan to or anything.

sh*t.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

OK, well, just give it some time.
Munter'll cool down, you know, once
he's over the... shock.

You didn't see his face, Cher.

It's over.

It's totally over. (SOBS)

(TUTS)

Oh, Kasey.

(SOBS)