04x11 - Most Valiant

[bunniefuu]

Are you with him?
You want another drink?

I'll leave you to it, then.

I want things the
way they used to be.

I want us. I want you. You want
me to f*cking beg for it? I will.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Police! Stay where you are!
Put your hands on your head now!

I was set up.

We're all good, babe.
Love your work.

I was set up.

By who?

Loretta and Jethro.

She didn't.

You framed your father
for bank robbery.

Ugh!

You're f*cking dead
to me — both of you.

See ya.

Loretta's pile looks a bit big.
You reckon?

Yeah. Definitely more than %.

Done.
Yeah, but then that would mean
there's one left over.

And we split it.

Can't, bro. One's a prime number.

Oh, f*ck. This isn't possible, man.

No. But we can put it in a cone.

Oh, and we don't tell Loretta?

What you don't know you can't
smoke, bro! (chuckles)

Fine with me, man. ]

It's hard doing accounts, eh?

Yeah. That's the last time we accept
anything but cash for a Tool Guys
gig.

Absolutely, bro. Even if it
is sticky bud from the ranch.

Yep.
Morning.

Morning.

This court case could take all week.

I know. Whenever, eh. Later.

(SNORTS)

DOOR CLOSES ]

What the f*ck was that?

The weirdest raid ever.

Bro, your pants are on fire.

sh*t. Ow!

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. ♪

Maybe she went to get
reinforcements, man.

Cos, you know, we're a couple of
guys and she's just a chick.

She kissed Mr J.

Well, maybe she's not a cop at all.

You know, maybe she's like, uh,
one of those strip-a-grams.

Dude, there was no stripping.
All her clothes was on.

Next time you divide your stash,
can you do it somewhere discrete?

So that lady was a real cop?

Yeah. Her name's Zoe. And she can't
do the 'blind eye' thing every time
she comes around.

She's coming round here again?

Yes, Munter.

You mean, like, you was doing the
wild thing last night with that cop?

It's a free country. It's my house.

Yes, it is.

Got a problem with that?

Nah. No, I don't.
I think it's awesome.

Yeah, but what about... You know.

What?

My mum.

Last time I checked, Van, your mum
and I weren't exactly an item.

Yeah, but you were
just having a break.

I'm taking a hint. Sometimes you've
just gotta get over it and move on.

What, so that's it?

Yeah. 'A man's gotta do...'
and all that.

Later.

Mm.

He is the man, bro.

PHONE RINGS
He's not the only man here.

Mr Judd, he's got it going on, man.

Oh sh*t, it's Loretta.
Yeah?

Yeah. It'll be about
that Webster job.

Bummer.

Phone continues ringing

What shall we do?
We could hide.

I know the perfect place. Come on.

Yep.
Got it.

What we have is a Hoochie Mama party
and what we do not have is one
f*cking order.

Don't look at me.

I am looking at you. The West
Auckland Librarians' association
were f*cking gagging for it.

They were a tough crowd.

ALL CHEER

Wahoo!

No, f*ck. Sorry.

Hey, it's hard to raunch it up
with everything that's happened.

Yeah. When her man's facing
professional doom.

Don't look at me.
Well, we are looking at you.
You're the one that f*cked it.

Oh, you can talk.

So you get them in it and you tie a
f*cking leash around their balls.

It's the only way to stop them from
straying, and they will. Oh, they
will.

They will break your heart
and destroy your soul.

The whole point of Hoochie Mama
was to sell sex, right?

We're not some kind of f*cked up
lonely hearts club.

Yeah, well, at least I
didn't do what she did.

It was an accident.

ALL CHEER

(VOMITS)

I didn't realise how tanked I was.

You should learn to hold your piss.

Well, at least I had some energy.
Cheryl, I'm your top sales person.

If it wasn't for me, Hoochie would
be selling d*ck sh*t. I want a
bigger cut.

Excuse me?

I've been very stressed,
but I'm still selling.

You're stressed?
Lloyd could lose his job.

Nothing to do with me.

He is suspended pending
investigation because your macho
f*cking 'husband' robbed his bank.

He had nothing to do with that. Wolf
is innocent. He was framed by that
f*cking stupid—

Whoops, slipped.

Mum.

What the f*ck?!

You guys go back to work.

Let's get you a towel.

You listen to me.
You keep your big mouth shut.

Scared of the truth, are we, Cheryl?

Who has done what to who
is on a need-to-know basis.

Wolf is on jail for something he
didn't do because of your f*cking
daughter.

His daughter as well. You drop
Loretta in it, Nicky goes down as
well. Use your f*cking head, Sheree.

You shack up with a crim,
you live by the rules.

Rule number one - you stand by your
man; you take care of business; and
you keep your mouth shut.

That's what I'm trying to do.

That is why I need more money.
I'm so f*cking broke.

What about the sale from the house?

Nah, Wolf sunk it all into the
business. Now we own a bulldozer
and a digger.

Fat lot of good that is.

OK, well, get yourself a good
lawyer, get him off, and everyone
lives happily ever after.

There's good and there's
what we can get.

Are you pissing around
with legal aid?

Cheryl, if I can't get some more
cash together, I might have to.

You'll get what you're
owed. Nothing more.

Judd getting it on with another
chick's bad enough, bro, but a cop?

Monica, his ex-wife, she was a cop.

What are you defending him for?

I'm not. I'm just saying
I get it, you know?

He's looking after himself. He's not
letting no chick bitch-slap him.

Mum never bitch-slapped him.

I didn't say she did.
She dicked him around, but.

No, she didn't. She—

Usual.

Whoa.

If Sheree opens her mouth one more
time, I swear, I'm gonna k*ll her.

Totally.

I have never seen lloyd so upset.
Last night, he was crying into his
pillow.

What the f*ck was that, man?
What?

You just totally blanked her out.

Maybe I moved on.

(IMITATES MUNTER) are you just
copying Judd now, are ya?

I can decide to move on if I want.

Mm. How about moving
your arses to work?

Hello, Loretta.
You guys are meant to be working.
The Webster house - three days ago.

Yeah. Spider Webster.
She's just a total bitch, man.

She's not a spider. She is a client.

Yeah, with a scary
monster old house.

That she's hired you
guys to tidy up.

We've already been there.
No, you haven't.

Yes, we have, and we drove off
because she started shouting and
going crazy and—

Yeah? Well, I will do more than
shout if you guys don't leave right
now,

because you are driving me crazy.

So Wolf's stuck in remand,
and what's she doing?

Hitting the bloody Lindauer.

It's a stressful time for her.

He shouldn't be hung
out to dry like this.

We need to pitch in.

And do what?

Well, at least I know how to
organise a decent defence lawyer.

Mum, Dad isn't really
your husband any more.

Yeah, but this is a family matter
now, thanks to your sister and
Jethro.

We need to do something.

Isn't that Sheree's job?

She couldn't organise a
bloody blow job in a brothel.

So Sheree's the reason
you're helping Dad?

Yeah. Just said that, didn't I?

Well, Mrs Webster, the Tool Guys
are there now, so that's good.

One of them's a bloody darkie!

I'm sure you'll be very impressed
with his work ethic. Bye.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I want money.

Don't we all? And it's such a shame
it doesn't grow on trees.

I want money from you, Loretta.

Well, that's strange, because I
don't feel any urge to give you any.

Listen, bitch, you owe me.

No, still not feeling any urge.
But here's a thought.

Now that Dad's in jail, maybe you
could take it as a sign and leave.

Leave?

Well, town, the country —
either's good.

I'm not gonna do that.

Well, maybe you should think about
it before someone makes you.

Oh, really? You and whose army?

I don't need an army.

I am in sh*t here, Loretta,
and you so f*cking owe me.

And we are back at our original
point, which is no. As in piss off.

OK. We'll see about that.

Oi! Keep working, curry muncher!

If she goes me again,
I'm gonna go her, dude!

We can't smack clients, man.
It's against the code.

She aint no client.
She's a crazy r*cist bitch.

You're not Indian. What do you care?

That's not the point.

Get off my roof! Get off
my roof, ya Paki monster!

Oh, shut up, you stupid r*cist cow.
You're blind, too. So you know what?
f*ck you and your stupid job.

Crash!

sh*t. Munts, you all right?

Munts!

f*ck. I'm coming, bro.

Dude!

Um, just hang on. I'm coming.

Hey, bro!

Check it out, man.

Holy sh*t. It's a
Chrysler Valiant Regal.

.
Wicked.

We've gotta get this, man.
It's like a dream come true.
(CHUCKLES)

What do you think you're
doing, ya bloody vandals?

You darkies think you can break in
anywhere. Come in through the roof.
Get outta here.

It was an accident.

It's private in here.
Get off my property.

We'll fix it. We will.

You said you were buggering off.

That was just a joke, eh, bro?

Yeah, we'll fix it. We'll make
it even better than before.

We're on it.

Yeah. Yeah, we've got a roof to fix.

Come on, bro.

Hi.
Have you been to see Dad?

No. Lawyers.

Cheryl.
Yep.

We've been thinking.

We know things have been a
bit crazy around here lately.

Yeah, that's the understatement
of the century.

Yeah, but don't you think things
have been going, you know, downhill

when a certain personality
joined the team?

Sheree.
Yeah, I know we don't like her.

I want to k*ll her. But since we
can't, we should do the next best
thing.

What, you want to smack her again?

We wanna fire her.

Then we could smack her again.

You can't do that.

Why not? She's a bitch.

She's also our best
seller, you know.

Uh, that's beside the point.

Which is what?
We don't like her.

Really don't.

You know, and then there's me and
rochelle, which is two out of three,

so we have the numbers, Cheryl.

Right.
Mum.

OK, all right. You know,
you guys fire her.

No, we think you should fire her.

All right, if I fire her, will
you get your sh*t together?

Totally.
Promise.

Come on, Cheryl. You so wanna
fire her arse, we know you do.

OK, so we know what
we're doing, right?

Yep, we're on to it.
No calling her an old hag.

You fix my roof yet?

Yep, we're all done. And, um, we
reinforced the rest of it so that
it's, um, good.

Now, about what's,
uh, in the garage—

What about it?

The old car that's in there — looks
like it's been there for ages.

So?

Well, um, we just thought
maybe it's in your way.

Yeah, well, we were just thinking—

What are they bloody thinking, eh?

Um, that maybe we could
take it off your hands.

It's not for sale.

We don't wanna buy it.

You wanna steal it!

No! He means take it off your hands
in exchange for an extra day's work.

You don't want that car.

But we do.

You bloody don't.

You know, we really do. And you've
still got some stuff to do around
here.

We could make this place
look really tidy for you.

A day's work in exchange for that
old heap. What do you think, eh,
Terry?

All right. But you
better bloody be on time.

Yes.
Let's get outta here.

You've been laying low.

Well, things have been a little
unpredictable lately.

We're $ grand richer than
predicted. So what's your problem?

We need to cut Sheree in
on some of the score.

Right. Sister went running
to brother. How quaint (!)

I'm close to my sister.

Yeah, I'm close to my brother. Do
you see me showering him with money
he didn't do a thing for?

She's been left high and dry.

She didn't earn the right
to a f*cking cent.

Loretta, I suddenly find myself off
Wolf's christmas card list, OK,

and I feel a little bad about that
since I had no idea about your
little surprise in our plan.

Don't pretend that Wolf
is your best mate now.

He's my sister's boyfriend.

You got what you wanted for whatever
twisted reason. Now I'm gonna get
what I want.

OK.

Fine.
Yeah?

Yeah. A little compassion.
I get that.

I'm glad we understand each other.

As long as it's from
your share, not mine.

(CHUCKLES) That's compassion?

Fair's fair.

I made dinner. It's ready.

Ta.

Where are you going?

Judd's done a roast.
k*lled the pig himself.

Ah, good for him.

Nothing but his bare hands
and a sharpened stick.

Piss off, Ted.

S'pose a lift's out
of the question, then?

Hey, Mum?
Yep.

Is that thing with f*ring Sheree
actually gonna happen?

I'm not sure yet.

Well, it shouldn't, because it's
mean and it's wrong and it's not
gonna help anything.

Well, at least it'll stop her from
being around and f*cking everything
up.

What the hell is this?

It's raw-energy salad.

Jesus, it's hardly cooking is it?

It's good for you.

Hey, Mum.
Mm?

Mum, is there something
going on with you and Dad?

No, I've hardly seen him.

Well, that's not the same thing
as nothing going on.

Pascalle!

Look, Mum, if you want
him back, then that's OK, OK?

But if you do bad sh*t to Sheree
just as an excuse cos you're
confused,

then that's not a
beautiful positive.

Pascalle, I'm trying to eat.

Mum, just promise
me you won't do it.

If I do, will you shut up?
Mm.

OK.

OK.

Eat your beetroot.

We'll lower the shocks, eh?

On a classic Valiant?
Nah, you wanna keep it pure.

Keep it pure. I like it.

Yeah, but we wanna pimp it.

Classic cars speak for themselves.

He's got a point, bro.
It is a classic.

I used to have a Valiant.

For real?

Yeah. We had some good times in her.

Pulling car, was she?

She was a bit of a
hit with the ladies.

Topaz gold.

Cool. Hey, Mr J, you
could help us do it up.

Nah, I don't know.

No. I mean, this is ours.

We've gotta thank Wayne somehow
for his awesome hospitality.

CELLPHONE RINGS
'Wayne'?

That's his name.
Yeah, I know.

What?
Meet me at the rusty nail.

What, now?
Yes, now.

Why?
I can't say, but it
is really important.

I've gotta go.
Mm, see yas.

I'll catch a lift.

So, tell me about the
ladies in the topaz gold.

I don't know. It's a
bit of a long story.

I've got the time.

We need to talk about Mum.
She's in a relationship crisis.

She knows?

About what?

Judd getting it on
with another chick.

Oh my God. Who?

Uh, this lady cop called Zoe.

OK, well, maybe that's a good thing.

How is it a good thing?

I thought he really loved Mum and
she really liked him. I kind of
liked it when they were together.

Hi.

Why are you being weird?

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

You talked to me this morning.

That was as my manager
and not as my sister.

Van, I am banished from home,
not the rusty nail.

OK.

So, what do you think, then?
About what?

About Judd getting it on with
another woman and Mum and Dad might
be getting back together.

What? For real?

Yeah. Well, it's not official or
anything, but she's definitely
acting like his wife again —

organising his defence,
dissing Sheree.

Everyone hates Sheree.

I don't think she's so bad.

Yeah, me too, actually.

I mean, I don't love her
or anything, but...

God, I should have seen this coming.

I just said I like her.

Not you. The fact that Mum would
go soft just cos he's inside.

And who put Dad there?

Oh, come on. It's not like he's
Bambi. I actually did her a great
big favour.

I can't believe you. Dad is our dad.
Mum is our mum.

He is a bullying bastard
and she is an idiot.

So you hate both of them?

If she goes back to him, she's gonna
regret it for the rest of her life.

So it's a no from you, then. Van?

I just want everything to go back
to how it f*cking was, man.

Well, it can't, and if this is what
she wants, I'll support her.

Well, if you already know what you
think, why are you asking us?

Because somebody has to
hold this family together.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Bad day? Tough times?

(CRIES) Yep.

Have you told that
little bitch to back off?

Yeah, she got the message.

You can't trust her, Nicky.

I know. (CHUCKLES)

She hates me.

Don't worry about it.
She hardly likes anyone.

BOTH CHUCKLE

It's all I could muster.
The coin-cleaning business
is a slow-burner.

OK.

Buy yourself something nice, eh?
Cheer yourself up. You deserve it.

bucks says she'll pike.
On.

Here to pick up those last orders.
And I really need my cut on the last
parties, too, Cheryl.

Been shopping?

Like it? Nicky got it for me.

Whispers: I'm so in.

OK, wages plus commission.

Appreciate it, Cheryl.
Gotta clear some bills.
Bills?

Yeah. Bring on the Waikato, hey?

Whispers: sh*t. She's not fired.

Oh, hey, take this. Des Stewart QC.
I've briefed him and he's available.

He's expensive, but he
gets the job done.

Thanks, Cheryl, but we're sorted.
We're going with Patrick Morton.

Paddy f*cking Morton?!

Yeah. He's affordable and available.

No, no, he's a drunk. He falls
asleep in court. Jesus Christ.

It's organised, Cheryl.
No, no, no, you listen to me.
You can't use Patrick Morton—

I told Wolf and he's fine with it.
It's our decision.

Your decision?
Yeah.

OK, you want another decision? Come
and get your sh*t and f*ck the hell
off.

What?

You heard me. I'll get
you your holiday pay.

You're f*ring me?

I'm ending your casual contract.

You can't.
You bet your arse I can.

Fine.

Both cheer

You did it! Mwah.

She had it coming.

Jesus Christ.

Bitch.

What the f*ck is
the meaning of this?

What it says - Jethro sold
his house, so you're out.

You can't take all our stuff.

I think you'll find, if you cast
your mind back, that your stuff's
actually Jethro's stuff.

Jethro needed vacant possession,
and he asked me to organise it.

And what about notice?
You're not a tenant.
More like a freeloader.

And what am I meant to do?

Um, gee — find somewhere
else to live. ]

You have lived there for months
rent-free. Now it's time to move on.

I don't have anywhere to go.

Oh yeah. You should probably tell
that to someone who gives a sh*t.

You really are evil.

This is business. It's not personal.

See ya, Sheree.

What are you doing in here?

sh*t. Ow.

God, how do you do that, you—?

Uh, we've finished.

Need to clear up the rubbish.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tomorrow. And, um,
we're just figuring out how to shift
this.

I've organised a tow truck.

Oh. Uh...

Well, that's, uh, really
nice of you. Thanks.

About time it was
gone. Bloody thing.

It's a great old car, man.

That car k*lled my husband.

Woke up one morning, bed was empty.
Saw the light on in here — chocks
had given way.

Crushed his skull.

See that?

Cranial fluid. ]

All that's left of him.

Towie's coming tomorrow. They're
gonna take it to the wrecker's.

They're gonna squish it into a metal
box like it squished my Terry. About
bloody time.

Wh—? What?

But you promised.

Never promised you nothing.

You're ripping us off.

No. Doing you a favour.

You can pick up your cash when
you've cleared up the rubbish.
Now, piss off, both of ya!

That was mean, man. That's our car.

Well, Spider's not gonna give it to
us, man. Plus, do we really want a
car that's k*lled someone? You know?

It wasn't, like, the car's fault.

Well, maybe it's a bad-luck car.
You know, like a tapu car.

I never heard of a tapu car.
It could be.

Cars weren't invented
when tapus were.

So even if it was, you know, we'd
just get it blessed, you know — do
a karakia. Wayne would be into that.

Wayne?
Yeah. That's my car, bro.
My moving-on car.

Yeah, well, we could still get
a car — just go falcon, go co*n.

No, no, that's the one, man. That's
the dream car — the pulling car.

Once she's done up and my number's
on that car, chicks will be queuing
up.

What about Kasey?
What about her?

All I'm saying is that sometimes
moving on ain't all it's cracked up
to be, man.

You're wrong.

So what I reckon is that we go round
to Spider Webster's and we take the
car. What?

Yeah, man. Cos she's a crazy old
bitch who broke a deal, man. I ain't
no Pakistani.

We were talking about Kasey.
I don't want to.

All you've gotta do is go and say
sorry, man. And then everything goes
back to how it was.

You know, back to you and me and...

That's going back, not moving on.

But you still get a car. Right? And
you won't have to stay at Judd's any
more.

I like staying there.

OK, fine. Don't f*ckin'
listen to me.

No. Cos he gets me. Right? And what
I'm going through. And that a man's
gotta take control.

Yeah, well, he'd be full of
sh*t, and so are you, bro.

Right.

OK, so you can move right on — steal
your f*ckin' car. But I'm not doing
it with you.

And, um, you can tell Wayne that.

I was just thinking about you.

About your tampon machine and your
towel rental. That could help with
the two-buck problem. And...

what do you think about cigarette—?

Why the f*ck did you
do that to Sheree?

Hmm. So your sister's
being a crybaby—

Cut the smart-arse act.

Wow. You've really got the
d*ck-waving thing going on.

Sheree's my sister. You don't f*ck
with that. You should have given me
a warning.

My brother got an offer — private
sale, quick settlement. I was just
the messenger.

Let's get a few things f*ckin'
straight here, OK? I like things
to be upfront.

When things go on behind my back,
I get really f*ckin' angry.

Mm, I can see that.

No, no, you haven't seen that, OK?
And trust me — you don't want to.

Right.

So, am I meant to be
feeling scared here?
Or turned on?

You can feel any f*ckin' thing you
want. You want Sheree out of your
life, but it's not gonna happen.

I can tell you that for sure.

The stakes have just been raised.

What stakes?

Salt and vinegar chips.

Ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh. You'll never
guess what. Cheryl fired Sheree.

Mum.
She had it coming.

She's a bitch and a skite.

'I hold the record for
single-handed party sales.'

Yeah, and no one likes
a skitey-pants.

Hi, sweetie. What's going on?

You said you wouldn't
do it. You promised.

She doesn't give a sh*t about him.
You know, spending all that money on
clothes, and Paddy f*ckin' Morton.

Who? Wolf could get off these
charges if he didn't have a
crap lawyer. She deserved it.

Because she doesn't care
about him, and she should.

Oh, Mum.

I am not the disappointment here.

What?

OK, Mum, I have to say this. When
it comes to doing sh*t, you are the
best.

But when it comes to emotional
stuff, you're crap.

Oh, thanks a f*ckin' bunch.

Do you want Dad back or not?

I know you're thinking about it,
and it's eating you up. But, Mum,
you have to decide.

(SIGHS)

I don't f*ckin' know.

He blew me away when he talked to me
about all that change, you know.
And would it work? I don't know.

My heart says, 'Maybe it could'; my
head says, 'f*ck it. No, he's still
Wolf.'

And I'm not the same
person I was either.

Not when we were together.

And now he's being wrong
by his kids — our kids.

And I think, 'sh*t, did it all turn
to sh*t because we split up?'

Mum, it's not your fault.

I don't know that.

But I just think, 'f*ck, if
we were together again...

Mum.

Well, this has helped.

You said it, and it's good.

And whichever way it goes, I am
with you, as long as it's right.

You've grown up, haven't you?

Let's get a drink.

Yeah, he just doesn't get it, eh.

You can't take the car.
You know you can't.

Yeah, but it's a cool car.

There's more to life than waka, bro.

Oh man. I'm moving on, man, you
know — away from downer chick stuff.
Down the highway, man.

Ta.

You did it. You moved on.
I didn't have a choice.

Yeah, me neither.

No, it's not the same thing.

Same waka — me and you, man. And
you been leading the way down that
river.

I don't think so.

Nah. She pushed you around; you got
out of there. And respect for that,
man.

Now, now, taihoa, bro. When I said
'sometimes you have to move on', I
didn't mean that I had moved on.

What I meant was that
I have to move on.

What about the cop lady?

It's good, you know.
No strings, no commitment.
Score.

No. Seems to me that you made a
commitment, and that was a pretty
good thing.

So were you and Cheryl.

There were no promises.
We didn't get married.

So?

So. That was a public declaration
of your love that you made, and I
was there.

'For better or worse,
you rock my world.'

And all those fullas at the church,
they were there because they
believed in you.

And you could get that
back if you want it.

She disrespected me, man.

Oh, get over yourself, man. It's
time to do the hard yards, not hoon
off down the bloody highway.

What about the waka?

Oh, f*ck the waka, man.
It's a different waka entirely.

You got a sh*t, if you got the
balls to take it. And I don't.

Ah.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh. It's you.

I'd say, 'have a seat,' but as
you can see, there aren't any.

That's OK.

Here to gloat?

No.

But have you really sold my
dad out with a bad lawyer?

No. That's not true.
I just have issues.

But you're leaving.
I don't want to leave.
I'm being kicked out.

By Jethro?

Yep. And your sister.

I'm not going.

I won't, and I can't.

OK.

Don't pretend you don't hate me.

But I don't.

Don't you?
No, of course not.

Everybody wants me to go, but I have
to stay near Wolf. And I just...

I don't know what to do.

Come here.

You poor thing.

What? What is it?

(GROANS)
CELLPHONE RINGS

Yo.
Yo. Uh, I'm gonna be
late for work, bro.

Where?
Spider Webster.

I thought we were robbing her.

Nah. I got something else to do.

What, with Judd?

I'm meeting up with Kase.
For real?

Yeah, man. Reckon you
might have been right.

I'll catch you up after, eh?

Uh, no, no, you do what you gotta
do, man. You might get into, like,
a marathon make-up root session.

It could go on for days or weeks.

Dunno. Maybe. We'll see.

Hey, Munts.

Yeah?

I'm f*ckin' proud of you, bro.

Chur, my brother.

Ride 'em home, cowboy.

sh*t. You're... Good
at that, aren't ya?

Off you go.

No. No, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Mrs Webster...

Look, here's the thing.
You keep it, OK? The money.

The job, it was all for free, OK,
if you just let us have the car.

Told ya you don't want it!

And I told you that we do, OK?
It'll make my mate real happy.

Your darkie mate?

Look, he's just a person, all right,
just like everyone else.

And he's... He's been through some
really really hard times lately, you
know. Just like you.

Nah, f*ck yas. You don't
know what's good for ya!

Oh, come on. Look—

ENGINE REVS

What?

Got your favourite.

Thanks.

You all right?

Dunno. Depends, I guess.

Wasn't sure you'd come.

Yeah. Well, you know, why not?
Yeah.

I mean, it's nice to finally
hear from you — you know, some
communication.

What do you mean by that?

Munts, this is the first effort
you've made to be nice. You know?
Or just even get in touch.

That's not fair. I, um...
I texted you on your birthday.

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

No. I would have remembered that.

Well, it was your birthday,
which I did remember.

And... Maybe you was just a little
bit pissed to remember getting it.

Yeah, well, maybe you were just too
stoned to remember to press send.

Sent it.
Don't do this.

Do what?
Lie. No more lies.

I sent it. I did.

Oh, f*ck you, Munter.

Falani?

PHONE BEEPS

Hey, Munter, my main man!
It's— it's my mate from NZ.

Yeah. 'Happy birthday.
I love you, baby.'

It's not my birthday, you... h*m*.

Oh, f*ck.

Damn. Damn, damn.

Hey, Pascalle. Pascalle,
have you seen the wages book?

Mum, sit down. We need
to talk about Sheree.

I thought we had that
discussion last night, love.

Mum, you need to know that Sheree
has come to stay with us.

Excuse me?
Because Sheree's pregnant.

(LAUGHS) Like f*ck she is.

Well, she has nowhere to stay,
thanks to Loretta, and that's why
she got the crap lawyers—

Hold on. What, is she here now?

She's pregnant, thanks to Dad,
and I have to do the right thing.

Bullshit. ]
No, it's not. And you agreed.

No, no. Bullshit she's pregnant.

Mum. Believe me — she so is.

What? What is it?

(VOMITS)

Sorry.

She's doing a Draska.

No, she's not. ]

Please. (RETCHES)

Sorry, Mum. But, you know, if you
still think that you and Dad...

[ (RETCHES)

I feel like such an idiot.

I'll get you a bowl just in case.

I don't care about being fired.

[ It was fair enough.

Didn't know you were pregnant.

I didn't want to talk
about it in front of them.

But that's why Wolf doesn't want
to spend lots of money on expensive
lawyers. He's thinking ahead.

About the kid.

Cheryl, I know you don't owe me
anything, but I really really
appreciate this.

I'm truly grateful.

And if there's any chance at all,
I'd really love my job back.

Hey.

No make-up root?

sh*t.

At least you made the effort, bro.

Hey, uh, it's moments like these you
need some of the Raj's sticky buds,
huh?

Come on.

Come on, bro.

Can almost smell that
sticky smoke, eh, bro?

Is there anything you want more
right now than sticky head?

Nah, man.

Oh, no way.

(LAUGHS) Yes way, bro.

Check it out.

Ha ha!

Ta-da!

Unreal, man.

Oh, just what I've always wanted —
an outdoor sculpture (!)

Isn't she beautiful, Mr J?
Does it remind you of the topaz?

How did you get the Spider Webster
to change her mind, bro?

Oh, no, I didn't. Last thing she
saw, it was getting carted off by
the towie as planned.

Van, do I have a stolen
car on my property?

No, no, no. As it happened, I knew
the towie, who knew the wreckers, so
I paid them off to bring it here.

But, um, I did have to use
our wages, but. Is that OK?

Are you crazy, man? I love it, bro.
I love you, man. Come here.

Oh, you too, brother.

You know it can't stay here?

Oh, just a couple of days, mate.
Just till we find a garage. Wayne!
You won't even know it's here, man.

This is so not here.

But you love the Chrys.

They don't make them like this
any more. Any of that pig left?

A mechanic didn't make
this. An artist did.

Yeah, boy.

Hey, Van.

Aaron.

Came to check up on
the cruise machine.

Dude, why is Aaron Spiller here?

ROCK MUSIC

Aaron.

(LAUGHS) Van West. No way.
How's things, man?

Oh, good. All the better
for seeing you, bro.

Always, man. Always.

It was a pleasure to bring you
this sweet piece of metal p*ssy

and catch up with mates who
happen to share the love of the
Chrysalator. (CHUCKLES)

Engine like this makes me want
to cream my pants. You know?

Whispers: you had to tell
him where we lived?

I had to get the car
here somehow, man.

Well, good to see you, guys. The new
crew, eh? Give me some knuckle.

ROCK MUSIC

Ahh. Ooh.

This is a surprise.

Well, I thought things might be
a bit crowded at your place now.

Sheree got somewhere.
Gone to stay with your mum.

Jesus Christ.
In your room, to be precise. ]

For f*ck's sake.

It's called karma, I think.

Maybe.

You look like a woman
who's after something.

Maybe.

So are we good?

Were we ever bad?

Actually, I know you're bad.

Freshly washed. Your coin machines.

Oh. It still smells
kinda dirty to me.

Doesn't all money?
All money's good money.
Doesn't matter how dirty.

Yeah. Well, big news.

What happened to 'one
family's more than enough'?

Bit of a surprise there.

Congratulations.

Wasn't my choice.

Sheree had been banging on.
I didn't actually think it'd happen.

Thanks for taking her in.

It was Pascalle's idea.

Still, it's good of you.

Look, things worked out the way
they did. I'm happy for you.

Cheryl.
See ya, Wolf. Take care.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

It's really nutritionally balanced.

(MOANS)

Oh, she is so pregnant.
Aren't we all?

I'm not.

SHEREE RETCHES.

Bags not me.

ROCK MUSIC

♪ Time keeps on tickin'.

♪ Crime keep on trickin'.

♪ Slime keeps on slippin'.

♪ And the world keeps spinning,

♪ World keeps spinning round.

♪ Time keeps on tickin'.

♪ And I'm just kickin'
away. Yeah. ♪

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.'

MUSIC CONTINUES