04x14 - Rest Her Soul

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TYRES SCREECH, KASEY LAUGHS

[ Dane Harris?
[ Tell me you didn't go there.

So what if I did?
What about Munter?

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

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

She's kissing him. ]

f*ck this, man.

[ What did you do to yourself?

Ran into that guy who was
nicking your knickers.

Dane Harris?
He's learned his lesson.

I want to call a truce.

I didn't know we were at w*r.

Ever since you found out about
Wayne and the hottie cop, you've
been grumpy.

'You miss him. You know you do.'

Cheryl! Hello.

It's Bernadette.
Oh. Hi.

How's things? Family well?

Um, yeah, good.

And who's this?
This is Jane.

Oh, aren't you a sweetie? Gosh,
Cheryl, I take my hat off to you —
having another one at your age.

Yeah, well, I didn't, actually.
This is my daughter Loretta's.

Your youngest?

Solo mum, is she?

Father did a runner.

Oh, no, that's terrible.

You don't know, do you?
Sorry?

Kid's father, your brother.

My brother?! Hayden?

You've only got one, haven't you?

What, he's never been in touch?
Last I heard, no f*ckin' kid of his.

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. ♪

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yeah, coming.

Pascalle. Hello.
Hello.

Is your mother in?

Oh my God.
Hey, Pascalle.

Mum!

What?

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Gidday, Cheryl. Uh,
just back for a few days.

Well, isn't that fantastic (?)

I'd like to see her.
She doesn't live here any more.

Sorry?
Loretta.

No, I meant the baby.
(LAUGHS)

What? You wanna see her now?

Yeah. Yes, I do.

Well, she's having a nap.
But, you know, she'll be up soon.

We'll stick around, then.

If that's OK with you.

No, actually—
Yeah. That's OK.

You can wait for a minute. Can't he?

Black'd be choice, eh?

We already said topaz gold.

But black is choice. ]

Bro, black shows up the dirt, man.
You're always cleaning a black car.

Mm.
Morning, Mr Judd.

Morena.
You OK, there?

Not exactly.

Was it not such a hottie-hot date
with the lady cop last night?

Come on, bro. You can tell us.

We're totally here for you
if it's not going good, man—

Shut up and listen.

That's not very polite.

I've heard something that I
shouldn't technically know about.

Yeah? Wicked.

Someone we know has been seen
in town in various chemist shops.

[ Pascalle.
She's always in chemists, bro.

Might be your mum.
Chicks love chemists, eh.

They spend hours in them—

No.

It's Kasey. She's been seen
doing the rounds, picking up
pseudoephedrine for her boyfriend.

sh*t.
Exactly.

And... And the cops know?
Yes, Munter.

Well, that can't be good.

No, it's bad.

Well, someone needs to talk to her.

Right, but not mention this.

Tell her to keep out of chemists.

Away from Dane Harris.

That might work.
Beauty.

Oh, you're here. Finally.

You available Thursday night?

Kase? Listen up, doll.

We've got party bookings.

So maybe you could
go wild and help out.

I don't take orders from you.
I don't even speak to you.

Some of us work around here.

sh*t, really (?)
Yeah, really (!)

f*ck off.

Don't you tell me to f*ck off.

You, time out. You, shut your face.

No. It's about time we
got this out in the open.

Do you even know what
your brother did today?

He had damned good reason.

That's so much bullshit.

Your dead-sh*t boyfriend was ripping
Cheryl off. Nicky stepped in to help
out—

f*ckin' animal.
I agree.

No. No, your brother, not Dane.

And what does hanging
out with Dane make you?

Look at you. You're a walking
disaster zone, girl.

Are you calling me a tramp?

Uh, yeah.
Hey, ladies.

You would f*cking know, you slapper.

You're banged up to a has-been crim
who's never getting out of prison.

CRUNCH!
Oh, nice one (!) Are you all right?

No. Bitch.

Here, let me see. Oh, sh*t. No,
you're gonna need some ice on that,
babe.

Open your fat mouth again
and you'll get another one.

QUIETLY: Shut up.

Hello, darling.

Hello.

Oh, she really is gorgeous, Cheryl.

Yeah, we think so.

Well, say something.
She looks normal.

What did you expect? Demon spawn?

So, she's on solids, is she?

Yeah, on solids.

And sitting up?
Oh, propped up.

So, when'd you get her christened?

We didn't.
Why not?

We didn't get round to it.

You're... Anglican? Methodist.
What's it to you?

Just thinking about her soul.

I've been busy changing her
nappies and washing her clothes.

Fair enough, but you don't object.

You've just met this baby.

But she's part of our family.

If anything was to happen to her—

We take good care of her!

I'm saying nothing, except
where would she go? Not heaven.

She's a happy, healthy kid, and I
don't appreciate you implying she'll
cark it—

Cheryl, Cheryl, can we...?

Fine.

Un-f*cking-believable.

You! You mongrel!
Ted.

Give us the scissors and
I'll knacker him for you.

No, no, no. Piss off, Ted. Piss off!

Go.

Cheryl. Understand that my sisters
are great people, all right?
But they're really into church.

What's that got to do with me?

They won't let this go.
So what?!

This is not my idea. I thought there
was a family crisis, then wham!

I don't care.

If you could just see fit to
do this, to get her christened.

And let you off the hook? Ha!

What will it take, Cheryl?
I'll write you a cheque.

What's happening?

Can you tell Bernadette
that the visit is over?

I'm the child's father.
I have a right—

No. No. No, you don't
have rights. None at all.

You dumped Loretta. We didn't see
you for dust. So don't you even
start to think

that you can walk back in here
and throw your weight around. You
can f*ck off and don't come back.

TED: You did the right thing.
Let those buggers in the door

and they'll have her at
church before you can say,
'Kiddie-fiddlers.'

Ew, do you mind? That's disgusting.

What bits do they cut off?
What?

Well, she's a girl, so she hasn't
got a foreskin, so what bits—?

She's not Jewish, Van.

She'd just be dipped in
holy water, that's all.

She can't swim.

Don't worry, darling.
That's not happening.

Well, what is happening?

Hey, Rochelle.

Cheryl.

We have a situation.
What?

Can I say something?
Not now.

We should think about it, cos heaven
sounds a lot nicer than limbo.

For f*ck's sake, Pascalle.
We're not even Catholic.

We're not anything.

She'd get a party and a nice
laced gown and heaps of presents.

Catholic girls get their
ears pierced first.

Have you forgotten what
Hayden did to your sister?

You hate Loretta.

Sheree smacked Kasey. She just
about broke her friggin' nose.

You did what?

I smacked her one at work.

What the hell did you do that for?

She's spinning out.
She needed a wake-up call.

You didn't have to break her nose.

You can't tell me
she's not on something.
No way.

Come on. Does she look like she
ever gets any sleep? Someone had
to do something.

Oh, hey, Mr J. I got you a burger.
Might be a bit cold by now.

Did you talk to Kasey?

No. I thought you was going to.

Why should I?
Oh, cos you said you was going to.

It'd sound better coming from you.

Oh, she won't listen to me, mate.

When you care about someone and
they're in the sh*t — deep sh*t —
shouldn't you do something?

Not when she's banging Dane Harris.

Christ's sake, Munter.

Why do you think she hooked up
with him in the first place?

Has it occurred to you that
she wanted you to notice?

And that if you said, 'Babe, stay
away from that arsehole,' it might
be what she wants to hear?

You know what, Mr J?

I appreciate the beers and the
roasts, but I've got the right
to make my own decisions here.

Oh, is that right?
Yep.

She's living her life, I'm living
mine. And if she wants to stuff that
life up, that's her decision.

OK. Fine, if that's how you feel,
maybe you should find somewhere else
to live.

What?
It's one thing to be proud, but what
you're being is a mean shithead.

Hey. That is not nice.

Go. I've had enough.

But I've got nowhere else to go.

Find somewhere by tomorrow.

The car goes too.

So, what's the occasion?

Victory over the Fenians.

The Irish teller at the TAB?

She's a Proddie. No, the bloody
Catholics. They're after your baby.

Not my baby.

Yep, Hayden Peters
and his bloody sisters. ]

What about them?
Paid us a visit.

What did he want?
Chain for a Pope-lover.

But don't you worry.
Slutty gave them short shrift.

Whatever you say about your mother,
she's good like that.

I shouldn't even be
telling you, but...

No, I'm pleased you did.

Stupid, stupid Kasey.

I'd talk to her, but I'm
in a difficult position.

Yeah, I know.

It was real good of your...
friend to mention it.

She made the connection
because of the cheques.

Cheques?

Kasey. She's been paying
with Hoochie Mama cheques.

f*ck!

How many?
I dunno. You could speak to Kasey.

I'll f*cking k*ll her,
is what I'll do.

One way to keep her out of jail.

Does Munter know?
Reckons he doesn't care,

when the solution is staring
him right in the bloody face.

Yeah, well...

It was good of you
to do this, Wayne.

Let me know how you go, eh?

Yeah, OK. Yeah, I'll handle it.

WHISPERS: sh*t.

It was one cheque.
Maybe two.

What the f*ck were you thinking?

It's my business.
I can write cheques.

For pills from the bloody chemist?
My cold.

Don't give me that sh*t.
You all right, babe?

This is a private conversation.
This is my girl.

Yeah, and these are my premises,
and I'm telling you to piss off.

And I don't have to.

Baby, I can handle it.

You need to dump that bastard
and get away from this sh*t.

Why? Cos you don't like it?
For f*ck's sake!

No!

I'm sick of you telling me what
to do. I'm f*cking sick of it.

OK. Fine. Have it your way.

But you are not dragging my busine—
My business!

No! Not any more!

You're not working!
You're doing sweet f*ck all!

So unless you dump that bastard
and come to your f*cking senses,
you're out of the business.

You can't do this.
I can, and I just did! You're out!

Hey.

f*ck off.

You look different.
And didn't I say f*ck off?

I need some advice.

About what?
Your family.

I don't have a family.
So they said.

I don't speak to them
and they don't speak to me.

sh*t.

What'd you burn down this time?

Piss off.

It's about the kid.

[ Not my kid.

Sorry?
Cheryl's kid.

She adopted her. Not my choice,
actually, but I didn't want her.

Right.

OK, well, um...

I'll try something else, then.

About what?

It doesn't matter to you, does it?

I said f*ck off, didn't I?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I went and saw Loretta.
Well, that was stupid.

Why is no one talking to her?

Because she set Dad up for a job
he didn't do and got him put away.

sh*t.

That's bad. Even for Loretta.

Nothing bad ever
happens in your family?

Justine's husband left her.
Mary Rose had a hysterectomy.

You want me to feel sorry for them?

No, I don't. But kids are their
thing, OK? They all believe—

You don't?

Oh, I put in a word to the Holy
Mother while looking for a car park.

That's very spiritual (!)

Pascalle, they are f*cking thrilled
that finally I am like them.

And they're going to be on
my case about this for years.

So what? You can just
bugger off back to Brisbane.

Where my mother is on my case.

And they've all got
a stake in the resthomes.

Ah.
So this is about money?

No. It's about maximum
result and minimum stress.

So you can go back
to your bachelor life?

It's a little bit of sacred oil
on a baby. Where's the harm?

Is that all Jane means to you?

For God's sake,
what do you want here?

I want to know how
you feel about Jane.

Um...

She's, uh,...

JANE GURGLES

...quite cute.

I've only met her once. It's not
as if I can have a conversation with
her, is it?

But OK, I will now—
She is really really smart,
and she understands heaps.

But you'd only know that
if you got to know her.

Are you prepared to do that?
Sure.

You're just saying that
to get what you want.

f*ck's sake!

Whatever I say will be wrong.

If you want my support, prove
you're not just some spineless sh*t
who dumps people and runs off.

Jane deserves more than that.

(SIGHS) OK, fair enough.

I'm back here for three more days.
I'll do whatever you want.

Really?

I'm not a complete
monster, Pascalle.

OK, then.

Great.

SMACK!
Ah!

What the f*ck was that for?

That was for me — a certain
movie that ruined my life.

But I have completely moved on now.

Glad to hear it.

So, where shall we do this?

♪ You said so.

♪ You said I am stupid.

♪ You said I...

♪ You said I ought to buck it up.

♪ So I'll buck it up.

Hi.
Hi.

What the f*ck is going on?

Jane has been out.

Out where?
On an outing.

It's all right, Cheryl.
We just went to my sister's.

I thought I told you to
piss off and not come back.

I said he could.
Did you?

I asked Pascalle for some help—
Mum, he is prepared to try.
Is that so bad?

Try to do what, exactly?
To get to know Jane.

You slimy bastard.

[ No, he's not.

Well, OK, he is, but at
least he's still trying.

Cheryl, my family wants some
contact, OK? And I'm prepared to do—

No, you're not.

Leaving is what you're doing.
Jesus, Cheryl.

And that is blasphemy.

So much for the good Catholic boy.

(SIGHS) OK, you know what? Fine.

Pascalle, thank you. Janey, bye-bye.

'Janey'?

He's actually quite good with her.

Who said you could do that?
Did you even think to ask me first?

And what would you have said?

I'd say, 'f*ck, no.'

That is what you say to everything
and no one is allowed to disagree.

She's my baby.

And who looks after
her most of the time?

You do. Sometimes. A lot.

Mum, I do nearly everything.

And I happen to think
that I should have a say,

and I happen to think that babies
need their fathers, even ones that
aren't perfect.

What is so wrong with more people
loving Jane and giving her presents

and maybe even babysitting her
sometimes? And what is wrong with
getting christened?

All right. You've had your say.

You want some milk? You want some
milk? Come on. Come on. Yeah.

Hey, Mr J.

[ VAN: Hey.

I'm cooking up some pork.
How's the house-hunting going?

Doing taties, peas...

Munter?

Come on, man. I'm making an effort.

I meant what I said.

Jeez, you're hard.

What's going on?
I'll tell you later.

You've got till this time tomorrow.

Whoa. Have you had
a fight with the old man?

Not my old man.
What's going on?

He's getting all bent out of shape
over this Kasey sh*t. Wants me to
sort it. As f*ckin' if.

Oh, don't youse start!
We weren't.

He's just as bad as your mum.
He'll put me out on the street,
and the car.

The car?
Oh, is the car more
important than I am?

You can stay at my place, bro.
Big-as mother wide screen.

Nah, I've got a place.

What? The one you're
getting kicked out of?

Nah, he'll come around.

You did the right thing, Cheryl.
Kasey needs a short sharp shock.

Yeah.
Yeah. If people disagree with Mum,
they can always leave (!)

KNOCK ON DOOR ]
Oh, sh*t.

INSINCERELY: No, no.
Don't get up. I'll get it.

I have two things to say. Do not
give Hayden Peters the time of day.

I'm not.

And Jane is not to be christened.

Why the f*ck not?
Because it is totally wrong. ]

There is no such thing as a god and
anyone with half a brain knows it.

Catholics — worse than all of them.

Excuse me?
You're a Catholic?

I was.
Proves my point, along with
that shithouse Catholic school.

Why should I listen to you?

Because you don't believe either.

And you cannot let him decide
anything, because that would be
f*cking wrong.

OK. Thanks for that.

Really?
Yep.

You can go now.

OK.

Oh my God. She cares.

No, she doesn't.

Well, she's as mad as ever.

No god. What was that about?

Well, you're not exactly spiritual.

f*ck it. We'll do it.

Do what?

Have a christening for Jane.

As a Catholic?

Mum, you were against it.

Well, they're all churches.
One's the same as the other.

Oh my God. f*cking hell.

What's her problem?

↑ (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Pascalle?

ANGRILY: What?

I thought this was what you wanted.

You only did it to get at Loretta.

(SCOFFS) No.

Yes. Mum, you always do what's
opposite. You could have a really
nice kind person trying to help,

but every time she's trying to do
something good, you are just mean.

You never go with what's
good and positive!

You wouldn't know
good if you saw it— ]

All right—
Yes, Mum, I am right.

And if you do not change, you are
going to be a sad and lonely person,

and I am sick of trying to help
when you don't appreciate it.

I do.

Love, I...

I do.

Really?

You don't hold back, do you?

Gidday.
sh*t. I'm sorry. I've been meaning
to call you. I've just been tied up.

Everything all right?
Oh, you know.

How did it go, with Kasey?

Well, thanks to me, she's come
to her senses, dumped her boyfriend,
beside herself with guilt and grief.

sh*t, really?
Actually, no. I told her to f*ck
off and I haven't seen her since.

OK.

It's not the best.

People do what they're
gonna do, don't they?

Yeah.

I tried calling her.

And?
No answer.

I guess you get to a point
where you have to stop caring.

Yeah.

Seems that way.

The car, Munts. Focus your
mind on the car, bro.

And that's all you care about?

I'd take it, but Mum won't have it.

Yeah, she's hard like that.

sh*t, man, I don't know
what to say to you any more.

I mean, a car's a car, bro, but jail
is jail, man, and for a friend.

You on his side?
Well, you've been on his side
like he's your second dad.

I didn't have no dad.

I know.

But a real dad — you know, if you
had a dad — doesn't just chuck you
out cos you don't do what he says.

Yeah, maybe, sometimes.

I thought he liked the car.

Yeah, definitely. Just think
about the car, all right?

Hey, my homies.

Aaron.

You're gonna wanna lick
this all over. (CHUCKLES)

OK.
OK what?

Let's do it, for the car,
but only for the car.

For the car.
Come on.

Choice.

What are we doing?

Did he do that to you?

No. Dane wouldn't do this. The
prissy bitch at his place did it.

Mrs West?
Sheree.

What do you care?

Oh. I need to have
a talk to you, all right?

(SCOFFS) What about?

You're in the sh*t, OK? You need
to stop scoring stuff for Dane.

Cheryl's already given
me the hard word.

Kasey, you have to.

Why?

What's going on?

You need to get away
from all this, Kase.

Piss off, Munter.

No, Kasey, you have to.

She doesn't have to
do nothing, dickhead.

Nah, you do.

Cos the cops are on to you, man.
They even know about the P sh*t.

They know?

You need to get out.

Cheers for that.

Now, f*ck off.

Are you mental?!

I did what you said.

No, I didn't say, 'Go tell Dane
Harris the police are on to him.'

I had to, to get her to listen.

It's highly likely you stuffed up
months of work and — side issue —
got Zoe in heaps of sh*t.

Well, if she's just a side issue,
that's OK. You can just not tell
her.

Yeah. Or stop going
out with her, eh?

Yeah.

I did what you said, OK?
You can't be mad about that.

f*ckin' great, Munter (!)

I was thinking a buffet at my place.

What is wrong with here?

What about the pub? I'll pay.

Works for me.

All right.

Hey. Why's the fella from
the pizza place here?

[ He's a priest, Van.

Oh, f*ck. Did someone die?

Language. And no, he's here
about the christening.

Slutty's gone soft.

I'm not sure how I
feel about all this.

You feel fabulous,
cos you're the godfather.

Oh, cool. Is that
like a Mafia thing?

No, it's a spiritual
thing about guidance.

Tell me, how's the mission
to Myanmar coming along?

Good, despite the difficulties.

We'd be very happy to make a
donation on behalf of the family —

a substantial one, if we can
get things moving along fast.

Every little bit helps.

Father.

[ LIQUID POURS

Sleep all right, did ya (?)

It's a christening,
not the end of the world.

Collaborating with a pack of Micks.

I've got a new philosophy —

I'm not going to fight
any more, not even with you.

But if you give me grief about this,
it's the last f*cking meal you'll
ever have in my house, believe me.

Give it. And pockets.

No way. That's petty cash.

There's an emergency job at the
Chirpy Chicken — drainage issue.

No can do.
What?

Got another gig.

You'd better not be moonlighting—

No, I'm godfathering.

What?

Yeah, for Baby Jane.
It's her christening.

You have to stop it.

There's no shifting your mother.

Grandpa, how did this happen?
I don't know.

You have to stop it.
You hate the Fenians.

I do, but Hayden bloody Peters.

What about him?
He got to Cheryl.

You don't care what she thinks.

I don't. Except...

science is science and fish pie
is fish pie, and I can't cook.

Grandpa!
Religion is religion —
not that important.

It is more than religion.

Well, over to you.

No, Van, don't wear a T-shirt.
Get a decent shirt and trousers.

Well, just bloody find them.

Here, oi. Hey. Hey,
and don't be late. OK.

Hey.

Hey. You OK?

You were right. You know? So, even
if I hadn't got fired, I probably
would have had to resign.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

No, I would.

Cos I finally figured it out —
the Bahama Triangle.

It never was a triangle.
It's just me, right at the centre.

Kase, whatever I said to you
the other day, we can sort it out.

I'm still gone, and you were right.

No, I wasn't. No,
I wasn't. Hey, Kase.

I wasn't.

Well, I was. A bit.

But you're not fired. But... can
I just get this christening off my
plate? And then we'll talk about it.

Jane's getting christened?
Yeah, today.

That's so lovely.

Yeah, so come along. Come to the
party afterwards. You're family.

I can't. I've really gotta go.

But see ya.

Kase. Hey, Kase!

Looks sharp, bro.

What does a godfather do?

Heaps, bro. You're the man.
Yeah?

The big matua wairua, bro.

You've gotta tell Janey, 'No dr*gs
and no sex. Stay away from those
Maori boys,

'except the ones from up north
with heaps of land around Hokianga
Beach.'

Do you have to pinch my stuff?

You think I wanna look like you?

Take it off, then.

No. It'll do.

Always with the compliments, eh (?)

Hi. The door was open.

And we're just going.

Yeah. Yeah. Loving
the shirt, brudder.

I just wanted to say thank you.
What for?

For the stuff you said.

You broke up with Dane?

No. No, but we're gonna move
away to get away from the cops.

Good move.

Yeah.

Where are you going?

I'm not meant to say.

Rotorua.

Choice.

Yeah.

When?

Today.

You know, but I couldn't
leave. Not without...

I'll always love you, Munts.

And I will always be so sorry we
couldn't make it, cos I wanted that
more than anything.

But I know that I don't deserve
that, so it's better this way.

I'll never ever forget you.

(SNIFFLES)

True, Kasey.

Bye.

You moron.

Why didn't you stop her?
Youse were listening?

It was, 'I love you.
Please ask me to stay.'

It was real moving, eh.

Yeah, that's what I got too, bro.
I'm not a crier or anything, but...

You were rude.

That was meant to be
a private conversation.

I don't need you looking at me like
that, not when you don't do nothing,
and you could. Your shitty advice

How about turning that around?
f*ck, you know what I'm talking
about. You and me, man — same waka —

but without the shitty boyfriend and
the pseudoeph. It goes for you too,
man. It goes for you!

I need to pee.

Pee at the hairdresser's.

ENGINE STARTS

Damn it.

It's all right. It's OK.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

Get out of my way.
Give her to me.

No.
What the hell are you doing?

I'm taking her.
Where? Why?

Because you can't do this.
JANE CRIES

Because of a christening?

How would you look after her?
You don't know her favourite books.

Babies can't read.

She likes The Very Hungry
Caterpillar. Give her to me.

No!

JANE CRIES

Someone has to stop this crap.

You hate Jane. Why does it matter?

Because Hayden bloody
Peters cannot do this.

He's not.

Then why are you letting him in?

Why the f*ck would you do this
when he is the one who pissed off
and left?

EMOTIONALLY: The one who dumped me
and left me with this... thing that
was growing inside me...

SOBS: that I didn't want.

And I didn't want to have it.
I was so sh*t-scared. And I was
totally alone.

SOBS: Now you just let him back in
like it's nothing, when it wasn't to
me.

(SOBS)

You poor thing, but he won't
be here for long. He won't.

And all this God sh*t.

But if you don't believe,
then why does it matter?

(SOBS)

Do you want a cup of tea?
(WAILS)

We should do something
to stop her from leaving.

It's up to Munts.

But Rotorua? It stinks.

I know. It smells real bad.

Van! Get in the car. If you're late,
your mother will have your guts for
garters.

But we've gotta stop the lovely
lady from leaving somehow!

I baptise you in the name of the
Father, and of the Son, and of the
Holy Spirit.

God, the Father of the Lord Jesus
Christ, has freed you from sin,

given you new birth by water
and the Holy Spirit

and welcomed you
into His holy people.

He now anoints you with
a chrism of salvation.

As Christ as anointed priest,
prophet and king, so may you live
always as a member of His body,

sharing everlasting life.

ALL: Amen.

You are amazing.

(GASPS)

Whoa.
Some chicks, it puts them off.

ECHOES: Some chicks,
it puts them off.

(MOANS) You're not a loser.

I'm getting a job just to prove
to you what a loser I'm not.

ECHOES: You're not a loser.

Don't you wanna christen it?

It's the first thing we've
put together as a couple.

(GASPS ORGASMICALLY)

Oh God, yeah.

I want you to marry me.

ECHOES: I want you to marry me.

I give you this ring as a sign of
my all-time love and because you
totally rock my world.

ECHOES: You totally rock my world.

ALL CHEER

Hot chick standing over
me wearing no undies.

She says she'll pay me a bonus
if I did what she wanted.

You know I really
love you, eh, babe?

What's up?

Nothing. I just...

Oh, man! You sick bitch!

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

You bastard! You f*cking bastard!

Traitor! Traitor!

'I'll always love you, Munts.'

And I will always be so sorry we
couldn't make it, because I wanted
that more than anything.

Bye.

♪ Did I see you lean
in to face the front?

♪ Did I see you stand next to me

♪ when all around were leaving?

♪ Or did I see you give
love when I had none? ♪

Kase, we need to hurry it up here.

Yeah, yeah, one more load.

ENGINE REVS

What the f*ck?

sh*t.

You never learn, n*zi boy!

Ah!

FIREPLACE SHOVEL CLANGS

Ah! Ah!
TYRES SQUEAL ]

THUMP! CLANG!

Hey!

(EXHALES)

What is that?
It's my martial art.

Tae kwon do?

Nah, it's my own. I made it up.

You d*ck.

Oop! Oof!

Who's the d*ck now, Dane?
Bastards!

What the hell are you doing?!

Hey, sorry about this.
I just came to say some sh*t, OK?

Looks like it (!)

Nah, you can't go with
Dane, OK? You can't.

You're too good for him!

OK? You're funny and
beautiful, intelligent—

You're just saying that, Munter.

There is not another person
in this universe like you, Kase.

I'm so sorry I cheated on you. I...

But if you don't
want me, that's cool.

But I'm here for you, all right?
Even in Rotorua, because...

I love you.

I never stopped. I never would.

♪ Did I see you stand next to me

♪ when all around were leaving?

f*ck you!

You've got some nerve, old man.

Checking out the enemy.
You can't be too careful.

Put on a good spread, the Fenians.

So, if I got some of that holy water
splashed on me by accident,...

[ What about it?

...would that turn
me into a Catholic?

No, Van. Nothing will change you.

How's my little girl?
Oh, your little girl now, is she?

I don't presume, but I'm not
heading back as soon as I thought.

What brought this on?

Well, business, Cheryl. This father
sh*t's not as bad as I thought it
would be.

Jesus Christ, there's an accolade.

That's blasphemy, Cheryl.

Holy sh*t.

sh*t. I think I'm seeing things.

Oi. Took your f*cking time.

Hey, you.

All right.

I've f*cked up, Grandpa. ]

I've really f*cked up.

A drink's a start, eh?

JANE COOS

It's nearly her bedtime, you know.

And what would you know?

I'm so so sorry.

But I have to tell Cheryl.

Oh, no, no, not now.

OK.

Hey, you.

Hey, you.

Who said romance is dead, eh?

Ooh, sh*t, yeah.

BOTH GRUNT, MOAN

(GASPS) f*ck me!

Only one way I could
get him to move out.

Is that the only reason you did it?

Don't call me sentimental.
You want another drink?

Ye— Ah, nah.

Maybe not.

Got somewhere to be, eh?

Yeah. (SIGHS) Thanks for
the invite. It's a good party.

Yeah. Yeah, it was good for me too.

See ya.