04x13 - Your Chaste Treasure

[bunniefuu]

'Two sisters. One is bitter,
angry and selfish.'

Right.

'That's the one who's your
girlfriend. And then we have
another, who's kind, attractive

'and rather rich.'

Not my girlfriend.

Could change, couldn't it?

Oh, sh*t.
Cheryl.

Ngaire.
You evil bitch!

Don't you call my
grandmother a bitch.

She was, and you really
are a lot like her.
f*ck you.

You must be slutted. (LAUGHS)

You bastard. You f*cking bastard!

(GRUNTS)

Traitor! Traitor!

Hey!

(SOBS)

Ted. Grab a glass.

What's this in aid of?

The boys helped me
with that repo job.

Didn't call me.

Yeah. Well, some heavy lifting.
Didn't want you to do your back in.

Considerate (!)

Oh, come on. Grab a glass.

I don't need charity.

Is he on the rag or what?

Boys. Lads. Have I got
something for youse.

QUIETLY: Yeah.

Put your hand in there.

f*ck off.
Nah, go on.

No.
Give it a feel.

What, did you just
find your cock, Aaron?

Nah. Wanna show you my nuts.

Ooh, yeah. Ooh. Chrome wheel
nuts for the Valiant. Mint.

Choice.
Two nuts. Big deal.

There's more where those
little babies came from.

Whoa. What's Dane Harris
doing with the old lady? ]

Uh... Uh, Kase knows Dane Harris.

Yeah. Everybody knows Dane.

I reckon they're on.

Nah. No way.

Nah. She's all over
him, like sump oil.

They're just having a beer.

Oh, man, he's, like, copping
a feel of your chick.

She's not my chick.
Well, she was. She was your old
lady, and he's a mate of yours.

Go on. Tide's out, eh?

She's kissing him.

Shut the f*ck up.

If he gets any deeper, he's gonna
know what she had for lunch.

That's bad, man. ]

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. ♪

Same again, less tonic.

Used to be a sign out
front — 'No dogs allowed'.

Hello, Ted. Still alive?

Whole and hearty, Ngaire.

I wanted to get drunk in peace.
That's a hint, in case you were
wondering.

Problems?

(SCOFFS) Yeah. Sure you'd find it
amusing to know I've been shafted,

by my own family, no less. But
I'm not about to give you the
satisfaction.

Suit yourself.

My sister just d*ed.

The fat one with the dodgy eye?

Poor Barbara.

You couldn't stand her.

She was family.

Mum had a necklace Dad gave her —
our only family heirloom.

Barbara was supposed to pass it to
me, but her daughter snaffled it,

then the little tart flogged it
off without even telling me.

This, uh, heirloom worth anything?

Sentimental value, mostly.

Not something I'd expect
you to understand. ]

Well, of course, it is worth
something. It's an emerald. It even
has a name — Duck Eye of Rangoon.

Mum always meant me to have it.

We gotta do something. That dickwad
is disrespecting our brother.

I'm not your brother.

For this kinda disrespect,
there's only one possible response.

We go over there.
We give him a smack.

Nah. That's piss weak.

How is that weak?

Because it shows he's got
to you. Let's just go.

He's not driving us out of our pub.

It's not your pub.
(GIGGLES)

Oh man. He just shoved his
stick between her legs.

f*ck this, man.

He's not worth it.

I'm outta here, all right? In case
you're wondering, I'm not leaving
cos of them.

It's because you're
giving me the shits, man.

Hey, Munter, it's cool, man.
I've got your back, man.

DOOR CLOSES

Where the hell have you been?

Down the pub?

If I want to get nagged,
I'll go home to your mother.

The popcorn's cold.

What are we watching?

No Country for Old Men.

That'd be right.

What's up your bum?

Me? Box of fluffies.

Ran into Ngaire Munro at the Rusty.

So?

Just saying that's why I'm late.

Why were you even talking to her?

She's a bit down on her luck.

Good.

Going on about some lost heirloom.
The Duck Eye of Rangoon.

Dumb name.
Be worth a bit.

So, what happened to it?

Buggered if I know. Any chance
the old man gets his end away?

Are we awake?

Come on. Come on.

Get up, ya lazy bastard.

Have we used it before?

Um, nope.

TYRES SQUEAL

(LAUGHS)

METAL MUSIC BLARES

Dane Harris?

No friggin' way.

Bye, babe.

BRIGHTLY: Morning.

TYRES SQUEAL

Tell me you didn't go there.

With Dane Harris?

So what if I did?
Was it any good?

(GASPS)
Well, the guy's got a rep.

I think so. I was kinda smashed.

What about the Bahama Triangle?
What about it?

Well, Dane's done time.

Yeah. Yeah, I know that.

I thought you wanted to
stay away from the Triangle?

No. The Bahama Triangle is when
I take a good guy and, because of
me, he turns bad.

You know, but, in Dane's case—

How does that help?

I cut out the middle man. If
anything goes wrong, not my fault.

OK.
What about Munter?

He's made his bed
and I've made mine.

Even though I didn't make Dane's
bed, cos it was kinda disgusting,

I could if I wanted to. That
wouldn't be any of Munter's
business.

Can you give us a hand with this?

I kinda need a coffee
and a chunder first.

That girl's heading for a fall.

She already took one.

Jesus. Keys?

Any chance you fullas might
clean up a bit today?

Yep. There's a chance.

Hey, Mr J.

My boys. Have I got
something for youse.

Munts. Legend.

Look.
NUTS RATTLE

Full set.

Oh, wicked.

We can't pay.

Well, it's a gift, Munts.
You know? From me to you.

OK.
In your time of pain.

I've seen your old lady being
a horny bitch with your former
so-called mate, Dane Harris.

Respect.

[ Judd. Wayne Judd.

Yep. Double D, like Jane Russell.

DELIBERATELY: Jane Russell.

Never mind.

What are you doing?
Shh-shh.

Yep. That's the one.

Right. Good on you. Thanks, mate.

Are you using my name?

Does the trick.

For what?

Just a bit of background
on some missing jewellery.

We're meant to be doing a quote.

Love to, but, damn — must have
done me poor old back in lifting
the phone.

Come on, Ted. I was
just thinking of you.

DOORBELL CHIMES

Oh, it's you. Just because I endured
a drink with you, don't think for
one moment...

Think what?

I'm not asking you in.

Pity. I dug up some interesting
news on the Duck Eye.

Oh well.

Wait.

Thought you might see it my way.

Ah. How about a slice of
something to go with this?

Get on with it.

Your emerald's being held by an
estate jeweller, pending resale.

That little bitch.

You know who the jeweller is?

How the hell would I know?

Johannes van Sturmer.

No.
Yarpie bastard with the krugerrands.

I know. And now he's
got my Duck Eye.

It's up for auction.

How much?

Around .

Don't have that kind of money.

What kind of money do you have?

Five.

.

OK.

We're here. So...
Good-oh.

So maybe you can tell
me why we're here?

Over there.

Pop in. Tell them you want a gander
at a stone called the Duck Eye of
Rangoon.

The one Ngaire was
telling you about?

Shh-shh.

Why can't you do it?

Van Sturmer knows me face.

You're not going to nick it?

This is on a need-to-know basis.

OK. I need to know, or I don't
play taxi and I don't help.

Jesus wept. All I want is the
make and model of the safe.

But, Grandpa—

You think I'm past it, don't ya?
No—

You and every other bastard.

No, I don't. You're the best.

But it has been a while.

Then maybe you should
look at it this way —

no other bugger in the family will
give you the steam off their piss,
so do what I bloody well ask.

Safe, make and model. Got it.

Hello, hello, hello, as the cop
said to the whore with three tits.
(CHUCKLES)

Oh, I've got a boner
for you. Ooh yeah.

Piss off, Spiller.
(CHUCKLES) Nah, Munts, wait.

The, uh, forged flat-top piston.

-thou oversize,
Molly rings to suit.

Oh yeah. (CHUCKLES)

How much?

Real cheap, on account of
you and Munts being my mates.

f*ck off.

Nah, not cheap. Free. For my bro.

Look, man, we don't want your parts,
and we're not your mates, and you're
not my brother!

Whoa. What did I say to
upset the Munt-meister?

He's just, uh... He's
just suffering, you know?

Well, so what do we do, man,
to deal to Dane Harris?

Dunno.

Well, a man's gotta
stick by his mates, eh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Aaron.

You wanna leave that here?

Oh. Yeah, man.

See you.

Duck Eye should be called
Duck's Butthole. It's ugly.

And you're sure the
safe was a Pegasus?

Mark II . I got a good look.

Must be a new model. Righto.
Nothing like a challenge.

The place is fully alarmed.
It's got sensors everywhere.

Oh, I'll cross that bridge.

Why are you doing this?
I made a deal.

With Ngaire Munro?
Tell me you didn't.

Seven grand. It's not
a bad night's work.

It's worth a lot more than that.

Grandpa, you hate Ngaire,
and she can't stand you.

Oh, she's not that bad.
She is that bad.

How would you know?

I just know that she's a
double-crossing, heartless bitch.

She's a survivor, all right.

Have you thought maybe it wasn't
an accident, her coming in where
she never drinks

and happening to mention she wants
something that happens to be in a
safe?

And, gosh, here's Ted West —
the best safe-cr*cker in the biz.

Bit of a coincidence.

You knew? Then why—?

I've got my reasons.

Grandpa, you can't trust her.

I'll do my homework, miss.
Don't you worry about that.

Dane Harris. How could
she even go there?

Well, you did.

Once. Well, maybe twice,
but then I dumped him.

Maybe he's changed.

I dumped him, and then he knocks up
Corinna Balani, and then Alicia
Thingamajiggy,

and then Denise Reilly, and
he never pays child support.

Bastard.

Well, she's a grown-up, and as long
as it's not affecting her work.

What would you know?
Not much.

Kasey's got a big heart,
but when it comes to men...

She has low self esteem,
and Dane Harris is low.

Jesus, you don't think she'd
get knocked up to him, do you?

Ew, no.

It's her life.

Isn't it?

Not when she's about to ruin it
because of a world-class sleazebag.

Maybe you're right.

This is great corned beef,
Cheryl. Excellent sauce.

Thank you, Nicky.

You lying old huckery.

DOOR OPENS

Just the man I was looking for.

Ever met a woman you trust, Wayne?

Yeah, 'course.
Name one.

My mum.

Hang on. Don't you wanna
check out these plans?

I'm busy.

What are you up to, you old bugger?

Nothing you need know about.

PENGUINS CHIRP

You want to give Van
all your weed. (CHUCKLES)

Wanna go to the pub?

Got beers in the fridge.

Come on, man. You can't let Kasey
stop you doing what you wanna do.

This ain't about her.

Yeah, well, it could be a reason
that you don't want to go there,
right?

Which would... be a
thing that... said that

maybe... you did care—

The reason I don't want to go there
is 'cause of Aaron f*ckin' Spiller.

He's not so bad.

What, for a r*cist n*zi boy?

This is a nice piece of metal.

No good without the other five.
Well, we'll get them.

Not from Aaron f*ckin' Spiller.
It's for the car, bro.

He thinks we're his mates, and
you, you're just encouraging him.

No, I'm not.
[ You are.

Not.
Are so.

Here. I'll get that.
Oh, it's all right.

It's the least I can do after
the corned beef. Great sauce.
It was packet.

You will never guess what just
happened to me in the loo.

What?

Hoochie knickers. Wild Thing
Hot Salsa Whisper suspender set.

In the loo? How—?

Corinna Balani just tried
to flog them off to me.

What's Corinna Balani doing with...?

Dane Harris.
You want me to sort this, Cheryl?

Thought you didn't care.

'Course I do.

Well, I took care of Corinna.

It's not Corinna I'm worried about.

Anything I can do.
This is chick business.

Yeah. I'll deal with it.

What's she doing here?
She's my wheels. The Duck
Eye's no family heirloom.

It was never even in
your family, was it?

All right.

But that doesn't mean it's
not owed to me. He promised.

Who did?
Johannes.

Van Sturmer?
She's lying.

What would you know about love
and betrayal, frigid little cow?

Let's get out of here.

Why would van Sturmer owe ya?

After Lefty d*ed, I was lonely.
Johannes was persistent.

You went out with that scrotum sac?

Just dinner first...

and tango lessons. He let me
wear things from the shop,

but I always had to give them back.

I thought this was about love.

One day he brought me the Duck Eye.
I fell in love with it.

(SCOFFS) That's more like it.

He promised it to me,...

and he broke his word.

And what was he expecting in return?

Whatever he might have been
expecting, he didn't get.

Still a prick teaser, eh, Ngaire?
Legs crossed, no entry.

If you won't help me...

I didn't say that.
You are not serious—

I know the code for the alarm.

He might have changed it.

If you've lost your bottle,
Ted, you only need to say.

I haven't lost anything.

(EXHALES)

So, these aren't shifting?
Buggered if I know why.

TYRES SQUEAL

It's her.

TYRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS

No way. I'm sorry. There's been a
mistake. No way would Dane do this.

How did Corinna get stock?

Beats me.

OK. I'm sorry. We had this box that
we were gonna drop off at the post
office, but before we could,

Dane's car got broken into.

Bullshit. Corinna said she was
hassling Dane for maintenance,

and he flicked her the
knickers to shut her up.

Corinna always tells the truth (!)

What if your boyfriend took them?

All right. I promise I
won't take stock home, OK?

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, come on. You know, I really need
a bloke because I've been feeling
empty.

You know, and even though Dane can't
fill me up the way Munter can, it's
better than nothing.

And I promise I'll
sort it with Dane.

If this happens again—

No, it won't. I promise.

OK?

Where did that come from?

You've got a seven-day free trial.

Lucky me (!)

Oh, gosh, look — it's
a Pegasus Mark II (!)

With double locking and
electronic override.

Do you mind?

Grandpa.

Last night, all that 'prick teaser,
legs crossed' stuff. What was that
all about?

It's between me and Ngaire.
And it was a long time ago.

You didn't. Tell me you didn't.

For a while. But I didn't get
me end away. Are you happy now?

No. Actually, I feel kind of sick.

Ngaire McMurtry she was back then.

in a St Theresa's uniform,
ripe and ready for the plucking.

False bloody advertising. I went
to bed each night with balls like
throbbing coconuts.

Couple of months of that, I dumped
her and hooked up with Rita. Oh, the
relief. I can't tell you.

So, you're saying
she's a woman scorned?

I'm not scared of Ngaire.

Maybe you should be.
I need to concentrate.

Grandpa—
Shush.

SAFE CLICKS

DOORBELL RINGS

Well, well. If it isn't little Rita.
I'm sorry, I'm running a bath.

Grandpa broke your heart, and now
you're setting him up. Is that it?

He broke my heart?

Is that what he told you?

It's been festering inside you,

and now it's payback time.

God, you look like her.
More than ever before.

If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask.

Rita was always looking for
the angles too. So paranoid.

And also often right.

And you want to end up like her?
Bitter, lonely, full of regret.

You're a f*cking saint, I suppose?

No, but I think life's too
short to waste on regrets.

OK. So what is the angle?

I want Ted to do this because he's
the best. Unless he's not up to it.

Of course he's up to it.

Well, then, I'm glad
we had this talk.

Hey.
Hi.

Is Ted about?

Um,... haven't seen him.

Bugger.

Got a job on?

Nah, nothing urgent. If you see him,
can you tell him I dropped by?

Yeah, sure.

Cheryl.
Yeah?

Has your old man said anything about
what he's been up to lately?

To me? Not likely.

Something's brewing. I can feel it.

Well, he's been spending a
lot of time with Loretta.

You still not talking?

No.

Well, fair enough. ]

Well, I'll see you later, eh?

Mm-hm.

Give it up. Come on.
You know you want to.

Ted.

f*ck.

What are you doing with that?

Bloke's gotta keep his hand in.

You know I can search the history
on the work computer, don't ya?

What about it?
Seems someone's been looking up a
rock called the Duck Eye of Rangoon.

Odd sort of name.

What are you up to, you old coot?

Doesn't concern you. Bugger off.

Come on, Ted. Talk to me.

You ever woken up
without a morning glory?

A what?
Stiffy. Woody. Hard-on.

Blood-gorged, blue-veined—

Yeah,... (CHOKES) Eurgh.
Yeah. I get it. I get it.

Well, maybe not every morning.

You don't?
Well, most mornings.

I do. Regular as anything,
ever since I was ...

until recently.

Probably slows when you get older.

Oh, f*ck that. Not for me.
I've still got the vital juices.

Ted, you're not making any sense.

Why don't you get
back to your lifting?

Ted.
I told ya. I'm busy.

Hey, Mr J. Have you
seen the lads around?

Uh, nah.

Liar!
Hey.

You gave the knickers
to Corinna Balani.

Did that dopey bitch tell
you that to your face?

No. No, not exactly.

Babe. Babe, that is so much
bullshit. Corinna nicked them, OK?

She's just so pissed off at me
cos she knows I'm really into you.

Yeah, right (!)

The bitch won't let it go. She's
always on at me about the kid,
which is probably not even mine.

Dane, that's not a nice
thing to lie about.

I'm not.

I asked her to take the test, and
she turned me down. What does that
tell ya?

Eh? Kase. Babe. People say all this
sh*t about me, but you get me, eh?
You understand, eh?

Yeah, but it's, like, not a thinking
thing. It's, like, a feeling.

Well, you're smart.

Beautiful.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Sexy as hell.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Maybe you should clean her
gums someplace else, mate.

You're not my mate.
No. But I got mates
that were your mate.

What's it to you?
My bro wants to drink
here with me in peace.

But he can't, on account of
you dry-humping his old lady.
(SCOFFS)

Yeah. Yeah, that's you, bitch.
Don't you have no respect?

Hey. Don't talk to her like that.

Or what? You think you can take me?

Oh, you think you can?
All right, well you can take me—

(GRUNTS)

Dane! Leave it!

I'll show you some f*cking respect!

Talk about my woman like... (GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

I was just doing what I had to.

Back off.

(GROANS)
Come on.

I hope you haven't
gone soft on me, Ted.

Eh?

According to 'little Rita',
you shattered my poor heart.

Sounds about right.

Sad how the memory
plays tricks, isn't it?

For the record,
I broke it off with you.

I moved on. Best thing I ever did.

Lefty had no complaints.

Poor bastard didn't know any
better. And he only had one ball.

Shame you missed your chance.
Is it?

Hello. How are we going?

I came to tell you we don't have
much time. They've put the Duck Eye
up for auction.

So it has to be tomorrow
night at the latest.

Is that a problem?

No problem at all.

I can find someone else.

There's no one.
No one as good as me.

So you keep saying.

So we're on for tomorrow, then?

Argh. Argh, f*ck, man.

Giz a look.

Does that hurt here?

Argh. Argh. Nah. Nah, nah,
it's good. It's good.

Might take you down to A & E.
You might have cracked some ribs.

Nah, it's cool. I'm a quick healer.

Lucky for f*ck-nuts you stepped in.
Man, I was all set to take him
downtown to Chinatown.

He had a lucky escape, all right (!)

Just doing what a mate does for
his mates, eh. Respect. Ooh!

Come on. I'll drive you down.

Yeah, yeah. But only because they
give me good dr*gs, eh. Score.

sh*t, man. You know what this means.

What does it mean?

We've gotta punch out
Dane Harris, bro.
Nah, we don't.

That's the rules when your
mate gets punched out.

Spiller's not our mate.

He's doing everything mates do.

That doesn't make him our mate.

He just got the sh*t
kicked out of him for you.

So? ]

sh*t, man. You got hard.

OK. But what happens if I go round
and smack out Dane Harris?

He'll be sore as.

No. He'll think I'm
doing it cos of Kasey.

Oh yeah.

But you wouldn't be doing
it for her, would you?

Nah, man. Nah. No way.

You'd be doing it for Aaron.

I'm not f*ckin' doing it.

Nah, but, say you wanted
to smack out Dane Harris,

but you didn't want him to think
it was 'cause of Kasey, then this
would be good.

Because we could just tell everyone
that it was 'cause he b*at up our
kind-of mate.

Yeah, but then Aaron Spiller
thinks I'm doing it cos of him.

But, really,...

it would be for the car.
Eh?

Dane Harris still gets the sh*t
kicked out of him, right?

But we say it's for Aaron, so Aaron
keeps turning up round here with
cool sh*t for the car, man.

Huh? It's win-f*cking-win, bro.

It was obscene.

What are you on about now?

You flirting with Ngaire. Talk
about Night of the Living Dead.

You're so popular, are you, Missy?

Are you showing off to her?
Is that what this is all about?

Think what you like.

I don't trust her, Grandpa. And you
are too old and you're too rusty,
and you are gonna get caught.

If you get put away, I'll be all by
myself, and this time you won't come
out, except in a box.

You cannot cr*ck this thing.

Is that the best you can do?
No wonder you're Nigel No-Mates.

I care, OK? I can see that this is
going to end really f*cking badly.

Right. Thanks for that (!)

♪ Breathin' in.

♪ Pickin' up the pace.

Righto.

♪ Not going down.

Come on!
Come on.

♪ Breathin' in.

(GROANS)

♪ Picking up the pace.

♪ Breathing in. ♪

I've tried talking, blackmail, but
it's like she's got a hold on him.

It's tonight. Are
you sure about that?

Yeah. Have you still got handcuffs?

Only for recreational use.

Was that a joke?

Uh, yeah. But first we'll try
and talk some sense into the old
bastard.

Then we'll thr*aten him.

Morning.

Ted. Where's the safe?

Eh? Oh, that. Sent it back.

Did you cr*ck it?

Nah. Technology's finally
caught up with me, sad to say.

So you're jacking it in?

Jacking what in?

The Duck Eye of Rangoon.

Yes. It's all off. Told Ngaire
I've come to me senses.

Give her a call if
you don't believe me.

As if I'd believe anything she said.

You were right. I'm too old. And
with Wolf gone, they need a real
man around that hen house.

Unless you want to put
up your hand, Trotsky.

It's not up to me.

Just as well one of us
has got the full set.

Was there anything else, or can
I finish me cuppa in peace?

You coming by the office sometime?

Any heavy lifting involved?

Oh, get over it, Ted.

I'll be there when
I'm there. (COUGHS)

Is this for real?

Pick me up, .am sharp.
Don't be late.

If you breathe a word of this
to Wayne, if you try and stop me,
you'll have no family left.

If you don't want me to go to jail,
put your money where your mouth is.

You did cr*ck it before
you sent it back, right?

The Pegasus Mark II is
a fine piece of engineering.

What's my cut?

Good girl.

Grandpa.

Grandpa.

sh*t.

Shh. Don't wake the natives.

You said . sharp.

I was in the loo —
tummy giving me gyp.

If you're feeling nervous,
maybe that's not a good sign.

I always have a dump before a job.

Just need me kit.

Why did you lock the door if you
were only going to the toilet?

It's a bad neighbourhood.

It's an electronic lock.

In situations like this,
I like to use a bigger key.

LOCK SNAPS

If Ngaire's given us the
wrong number, I'll k*ll her.

Only one way to find out.

KEYPAD BEEPS

There would have been four of us
on a job like this in the old days.

OK. Can we please get
the f*ck on with it?

Get back out to the car and
keep watch. I won't be long.

Grandpa.
Get out of here.

(GROANS PAINFULLY)

BOOM!

Shhhh..it.

Grandpa.

Oh God.

Oh! (PANTS)

(WHIMPERS) Oh.

Oh.

Ohh.

HARD ROCK MUSIC

(GASPS) What happened?

You were supposed to have
the engine running.

Yeah. I know, but—
Move.

(GROANS)

IGNITION STARTS

Go, go, go.

TYRES SQUEAL

BOTH LAUGH

You could have warned me
you were gonna blow it.

The old-fashioned way.

Bit of boom stick in the right
place, and she opened like a tart's
legs.

Your cut.

You're not really gonna give
that to Ngaire, are you?

Seven grand's good money.

Grandpa, we could get
so much more than that.

I gave my word.
So?

There may be fringe
benefits. Interest.

You're not serious.

Two months of teasing
and not even a handjob.

About a hundred years ago.

Bugger the seven — I'll be
collecting my dues at last.

Do you mean to say that you went
to all this trouble for a root from
Ngaire Munro?

It's not just a root.
It's the principle.

Oh my God.

Hey, we could get him in the
car park at the Rusty Nail.

Not if he's with Kase.

Ah, cos of her left hook.

That, and I don't want her thinking
she's got something to do with it.

Yeah. Hey, um, I've been thinking.

Maybe she's been rooting Dane
Harris, like, for you, bro.

How does that work?

Well, like, to prove
she's not a licky-lick,

and, two, to make you jealous, man.

Bats or fists?
What?

Bats or fists?
Uh, dunno.

Well, we got time to decide, eh.

IGNITION STARTS

Hi.
Morning.

Almost.

Sorry I'm late.

Don't worry about it.

Nothing got stolen, did it?

Nah.

I still know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that I'm
terrible, and I'd do it.

You know, at least when Dane Harris
is screwing my brains out, I'm not
thinking about what I've lost...

(SOBS) and how I'm never
going to get it back.

Oh, Kase, babe.

Come on. Look. I just want
you to be happy, that's all.

(SOBS) Well, it doesn't matter
if I'm rooting Dane Harris.
If I throw myself under a bus,

it doesn't make a difference. Well,
except maybe to the bus driver.

Come on, Kase. Look at me. Look.
I care about you. Rochelle cares
about you.

You've got so many people in the
world who love you. You deserve
better than Dane Harris.

You know that, don't you?

It's so what she said.

Yeah,... maybe.

CELLPHONE RINGS

(SNIFFS) Hello. Kasey speaking.

sh*t. What?

No. Tell him I'll be right there.

Something bad's happened
to Dane. He needs me.

That was hard out, man.

Yeah, bro.

I didn't think we were gonna
get it done at one point, eh.

Nothing stops us.

Nah, man.

Boys. My crew. (CHUCKLES)
Deepest respect.

For what you did. Today. I heard.

Those French doors — that's a
lot of patio bolts, eh, bro?

Nah, what you did to Dane Harris.

Man, is he messed up, or what?
I mean, you guys messed him up
big time.

Well, we didn't.
We ain't got round to it.

Like it wasn't you guys that put him
in A & E — it was an accident (!)

Uh, yeah. Probably.

Don't worry. I don't say nothing.
Patio bolts. (CHUCKLES) Good cover.

Aaron Spiller doesn't forget his
enemies and doesn't forget his
mates.

His real good mates.
So, what are we having?

Uh, beer.
Mm.

Yeah. Hey, can we have a jug over
here? Yeah? Uh, make it two.

Three.

Anything for my mates,
eh. Ah. (CHUCKLES)

Well, well.

You actually pulled it off.

What did you expect?

Ah, ah.

You'll be wanting your money.

And the rest.

A deal's a deal.
Cut the bullshit, Ngaire.

Seven's a good cut.

I didn't come down
in the last shower.

The Duck Eye's part of a set.

Necklace and matching earrings.

Really?

The earrings were nicked in a job
in Dunedin a few years back.

Put them together with the necklace,
and we're talking, what — , ?

Ted.

I promise on my mother's grave,
I don't have the earrings.

Not any more you don't.

♪ Breathin' in.

♪ Pickin' up the pace.

♪ Not going down.

♪ Breathin' in.

♪ Picking up the pace. ♪

You sly old dog.

If you need something more secure,
I recommend the Pegasus Mark II .

I'll keep that in mind.

FIRMLY: How much for the earrings?

I'm willing to come
to an arrangement.

You're still a fine-looking
woman, Ngaire.

You haven't changed.

Not where it counts.
Neither have I.

You couldn't push me into it
then; you can't do it now.

Is that so?

A lady likes to feel wooed.

She likes to feel special.

So, how about dinner?

Somewhere nice. Somewhere
worth dressing up for.

I could even wear the full set.

I wasn't born yesterday.

But we can discuss terms...

over dinner, if you want.

I look forward to it.

Oh, I wish I was a baby. It'd be
so nice to be looked after all the
time.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hey. Anybody home?

Gidday. Sheree about?

In her room.

Cheers.

[ What'd you do to yourself?

Oh, uh,... ran into that guy
who was nicking your knickers.

Dane Harris?

We had a chat. I think he's
seen the error of his ways.

Your knuckles did the talking.

Didn't think you cared.

Guys don't take advantage of chicks.
Not in my book. It's not on.

Can I get you a beer?

Yeah. I'll just let
Sheree know I'm here.

Not a bad bloke.

Yep. Maybe.

I hear van Sturmers got done over.
Something about a missing emerald.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer bloke.

I was half expecting to have
to go down and bail you out.

Not today.

Good, cos we still got that job
to quote on. You in for that?

Like a robber's dog.

You're perky today.

Yeah, well. In case you're wondering
about that other thing,...
I wasn't.

...there's nothing like a bit of
anticipation to get the vital juices
pumping.

♪ In , we had
orange and brown,

♪ wallpaper in the lounge.

♪ And the TV could get
only one channel then. ♪