05x01 - All My Sins Remember'd

[bunniefuu]

Holy sh*t.

SOUTHERN ACCENT:
I'm gonna be a daddy!

Nicky and Sheree are out
for all they can get.

No one believes you.
Pascalle—

Loretta, don't call me. I don't
wanna speak to you ever again.

Pascalle's nice.

Why shouldn't I spend money on you?

SHEREE: '...and trusting'

You better not be lying to me.

I'm not.

If there is any more crap from
you, there'll be comeback.

Mum, I've been meaning
to talk to you—

Don't you move at the
speed of f*cking light?

I now pronounce
you husband and wife.

PASCALLE: Holy sh*t.

CHERYL: Is it safe?
Doesn't matter.

We're trying to save you!

I am not gonna listen
to a mean psycho.

OK...

There are upsides
to having me round.

God, you have no idea.

They're not gonna b*at us.
They're not taking my family away.

I know a way we can
shut them up forever.

Yes, I'm engaged.

Goodbye.

GRUNGE MUSIC

GRUNGE MUSIC PLAYS

I should be getting back to work.

I haven't finished with you yet.

(GIGGLES)

Man, are all pregnant
chicks as horny as you?

Got a problem with it?

No, I don't.

THUD!

What was that?
Oh, shut up.

No, what the f*ck was that?
Shut up!

OK.

VAN YELPS

SHEREE PANTS

SHEREE MOANS

Yep. Come on. Hammer it. Hammer it!

That a girl!

Yeah!

No, don't stop.

Bad time to stop.

Uh—

What? Holy f*ck!

Jesus...

Christ, man. What the f*ck?

THUD!

(COUGHS)

[ Uh, f*ck.

I'm not complaining.
I'm just saying.

You've never complained before.

I'm just saying that in your fish
pie, you should try fresh trevally.

What's wrong with the tinned stuff?

Nothin'.

[ VAN: You can't f*ckin' do this!

Put Jane back in the car.

You can't f*ckin' do this!
Get the f*ck off me!

Jesus, you leave my son alone!

Sheree: Don't you touch me!
Get away from her!

Detective Sergeant Gerard.
Stay right there.

Tell him to f*ck off
and leave me alone.

I don't wanna touch you, Sheree.

I just want you to put some
clothes on so I can arrest you.

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. ♪

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

This is bullshit.
Sit down.

This is bullshit!

She didn't steal anything.

Under the bed.

What part of what she did—
Allegedly!

...gives you the
right to b*at my son?

He obstructed an officer

in the course of duty.
Same could apply to you.

You're gonna smack me one too?

OK, OK. Enough's enough. Do what
you have to and cut the bullshit.

Good advice, Wayne.

Spoken like a good ex-cop.

She didn't steal anything.
There's sold stickers on everything.

Yeah, that is very true.

And plus, I was with her
when we bought them.

Really, Van?
Yep.

I don't remember seeing you on the
tape of Sheree trucking around the
store, taking tape out,

putting them on the boxes, sticking
them in her trolley and wheeling it
out the door.

It's bloody ballsy, Sheree — even by
your standards. Where'd you nick the
tape from?

You tell me. You're the
one making it all up.

I'll show you the video, eh.

Just about fell off my chair
when I saw it was you.

When everyone there finds out you're
shacked up with the Wests and the
famous Wayne Judd,

f*ck me, the stories
they started telling.

We haven't done anything.

So I heard.

Of course, you knew nothing about
any stolen property in your house.

No. No, I didn't.

Then we'll leave it at that for now.

Come on, Sheree. Tell me all
about how it wasn't you down
at the station.

Hey, it's OK. I'll get
you out, all right?

If he's there, put him on.

Are you doubting my word?

Put Van on the phone so I can yell
at him about the promises we made
to some bitch in Titirangi

about being at her house.

He's a busy man, right now.
Looking good there, mate.

He is meant to be in Titirangi now.

Don't you dare say a word.

Not one.

(SIGHS) Deal in peanuts,
you get monkeys.

Shut up.

I wasn't talking to you.
I was musing.

Muse on this.
Nah, I'll pass.

Maybe your gay-boy
mates would oblige.

Uh-uh, envy for my lifestyle of
leisure is no excuse for h*m*.

What are you doing these days apart
from swanning around being a ponce?

Nothing I don't have to.

PHONE RINGS

So there's money in being a knob?

Ha! Good one.
Yep.

It's me. I need your help.

What have you done, Van?

I haven't done anything.

Tell him he should be Titirangi.

You should be in Titirangi.

Sheree has been arrested.

Oh yeah? What for?

Cops reckon she's nicked all this
stuff they found under our bed.

Van's been arrested?

No... Sheree.

Excellent.

Oi! You even listening to me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. So why'd you put
the stuff under the bed, Van?

I didn't. She did.
Genius.

Get down the station,
man, and get her out.

Sorry, bro. I don't do
that crap any more.

But it's family.

No, it's Sheree.

Ye— Bro, she's pregnant.

So? Why don't you get
a lawyer off the duty list?

Or just leave her there.

Don't be a prick all your life, man.

Abusing me is gonna help
your cause, Van (!)

OK, well, f*ck you!

I hope you get hit by
a f*ckin' bus and die, arsehole!

BOTH LAUGH

Love you too, bro.
Go Sheree.

Yeah, she's a keeper all right, eh?

See you later.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

The oinkers were in the
house to get Sheree?

Yes, the police were here.

Was that the bloke in the backyard?

Thanks for the help, Grandpa (!)

I was getting my strength back.

If I find out you knew that sh*t
was here, I will bloody go you.

Just like the old times, eh?

I didn't, OK? Come on, let's go.

Where?
Cop shop — get her out.

Not me. I'm off to Ngaire's
for the conjugals.

Can't you move in with her —
like other normal married people?

We have a system —
works for both of us.

Hey, hey, hey, it's Sheree,
remember? Come on.

She's safer in there than with me.

She's my girlfriend! She's the
mother of my f*ckin' children!
What the f*ck is wrong with you?

Come on, Van. We'll go, we'll go.

Thank you, Wayne!

Christ Almighty.

What are you doing in Whakatane?

I'm not. Gerard's moved here.

sh*t.

It's a turn-up for
the f*ckin' books.

I'll come down now.

I've got to go out.

What's wrong?

It's a Sheree thing.
I'll tell you when I get back.

I have an idea.
Van, don't.

I could say it was me.

So in the surveillance footage,
it's you in a wig dressed as
a pregnant woman?

Where is she?

Oh, Nicky.

She's in there.

Has her lawyer turned up?
Nah, just you.

Gidday, Nicky.

Where's my sister?

Assisting us with our enquiries.
How the hell are ya?

Better before you showed up.

Aw, don't be like that.

Me and the Greegans go way back.

Yeah, I figured that.
Look, can I have a word?

Yeah, sure.

I've got something
I need to say to you.

No, Van, you don't.

Just let me deal with this.

We'll catch up soon, eh?

f*ck you.

So, how can you help me?
The way I see it—

From the benefit of your experience.

You've got a bit of a
dog on your hands here.

Are you calling our Sheree a dog?

Nope.

Her arresters.

Is that so, ex-Detective Judd?

Ex-D Serge, actually.

We got a search warrant. The stolen
property was on the premises. As
dogs go, it's not pig ugly.

Smashing down the door, b*ating the
boyfriend for a shoplifting charge.
Excessive, don't you think?

The boyfriend was
obstructing an officer.

Then why didn't you arrest him?

Unless you didn't identify yourself
as a police officer while you were
watching them in the sack.

Wouldn't want you to come across
all pervy when you're on the stand.

Good to know you've got my back.

It's a shoplifting charge. She's
six months pregnant. All because you
want to send a message to Sheree —

or to her brother?

Why do you even give a sh*t about a
useless skank like Sheree Greegan,
eh?

I don't have much of a choice.

Uh, fraud, theft, as*ault...

OK, I get that you don't like her.

Oh, me? I love Sheree. Compared
to her brother, she's a bloody
saint.

I'm just trying to figure
out your angle here.

My angle is that she is hooked up
with Van — a son of my Mrs.

He's in love with her in ways only
God can understand, and she's having
his twins.

Well, she could end up
having them inside.

For shoplifting? Piss off.

With a record like hers,
it's long overdue.

I used to be you... once.

So I know how this goes.

You made your f*ckin' point to
her brother, so cut the crap.

Charge her, release her.

You know, Wayne, I'll get
back to you on that one.

Hey.

KEYS JINGLE

Workin' hard?

Oh my word. Someone has
broken into my desk.

Can it — you knew I would.

What's this?

What's it look like?

Income figures from something.

Wrong.

Profit margins.

Profit from what?

Selling something.

And how many laws are you
breaking to earn all this?

None.

So, why do you need me?

Who says I need you?

Because you left it for me to find.
No, I left it in a locked drawer.

Same thing. Why do you need me?

(LAUGHS) Distribution.

Distributing what?

It costs you five grand to find out.

Excuse me?
Five grand to know.

Piss off.

Your loss.

No, giving you five grand
I'll never see again is my loss.

Think of it as a buy-in
to greater fortunes.

Uh-huh.

OK, this is fun (!)

We're waiting.

I can see we're waiting.
What are we waiting for, exactly?

The money.

In the Rusty Nail? Highly unlikely.

No, as in the person
putting up the money.

I thought I just put up the money.

No, you put up your buy-in
to become the distribution.

And what does that
make you? The w*nk*r?

No, I'm the facilitation.
I make things happen.

Yeah, w*nk*r's more accurate.

What the f*ck is he doing here?
He's the money.

You got her here.
Hey, stay.

I am not going into
business with him again.

Loretta, you leave now,
you lose your five grand.

Keep it. Wasn't mine anyway.

Went pretty much how
I thought it would.

He's a big fan of yours — DS Gerard.

What'd you do to piss him off?

Not much.

Just one of those cops that
gets pissed off easy, eh?

Yeah, I reckon.

If me or anyone close to me gets
any grief cos he's pissed off, that
grief comes straight back to you.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

There she is.

You OK?

Yeah?
Yeah.

You took your time.

Somewhere else you
need to be, Nicky?

She'll be notified of a court date
and then... Oh, sh*t. What am
I telling you for?

You know the routine.
You OK?

Yeah. Get me out of here.

You don't have to
say a word, all right?

You also don't have to flick food at
me. I thought we're through with all
this sh*t?

Something about you being in league
with my brother moved me back.

Trust me — not my idea.

But he talked me around.

'Trust me'. I remember the
last time I trusted you.

Hey, I did what I did for
valid commercial reasons.

Then you tried to burn down my
house, so I figure we're even.

Do you want to wear
the whole f*ckin' lot?

Hey, we were crap at some things.

But when we stuck to business,
making money, we weren't half bad.

Go on, admit it.

Possibly.

If you could just get over yourself,
we could make a truckload of money
here.

Maybe even have some fun doing it.
Fun?

I know it's an alien concept to you.

Fun and money?

Guaranteed.

Look, Cheryl—
What the f*ck were you thinking?

Mum. Sheree's a bit upset...

She needs to know that she can't
bring this crap into my house,
and if she does,

I don't care how pregnant she is,
I'll throw her arse out on to the
street.

Thanks for that, Mum (!)

sh*t, I hate this place.

It's OK. We'll tidy it up, OK?

Van, look around. What kind
of place is this to have kids?

We won't have the kids here.
We'll have the kids at the hospital.

I mean, to live.

I can't bring my kids
up in this house.

You're right. It probably
will be pretty crowded, eh?

With the twins and Jane and Mum...

Van, I need to get out of here.

That's what I was collecting
that stuff for.

[ For us.

Right.

You think that's weird?

Nope. We used to steal stuff.

But to flog it off after.

And you don't do that kind
of thing any more, at all?

Not really.

Screw Cheryl. I need to do whatever
it takes to get what I need for my
kids.

My kids too, right? My kids too.

I don't give a damn if a few
rules get broken along the way.

Yeah, and what about that cop? Huh?

I'm not scared of him.

f*ck this, Sheree.

I'm on to it, OK?
I'll get us a new place.

Yeah?
Yes.

When?

Oh my God. That is
such a cry for help.
If you say so.

It's like how pregnant
women nest, but gone wrong.

She could actually
use that as her defence.
You what?

In court — and the environment's
probably not helping either.

Living with my mum — it's so some
kind of migrating circumstance.
A what?

Well, at the time she needs the most
love, she's getting hardly any —
except from Van, obviously.

Oh my God, that's
what we need to do.

What's that?
Love Sheree.

I do. I'll see her tomorrow.

No, no, no, no. We need
to show her the love.

OK. For sure.

I haven't come this far to let
Sheree bloody Greegan screw
things up.

I know.

A cop on a crusade. It's the
last thing this family needs.

He's not after you lot, Cheryl.

Not yet.

If he has no reason,
he'll stay clear.

This is my bloody family —
someone will give him a reason.

He's after Nicky — not the Wests.

Yeah, and that puts Pascalle
in the f*cking line of fire.

Then we better get her out of it.

She's not listening to
a bloody word we tell her.

Christ, I just want to shout at her.

It might not be a huge help.

f*ck.

There's got to be
some money somewhere.

Not here.
What about the cream?

Cream!
What?

Cream from the other Tool Guys.
Van can have my share.

Eh?
Yeah. I got your back, bro.

A share of nothing is still
nothing — there is no cream.

Yeah, well, then maybe you should
hire some more Tool Guys.

Yeah maybe if—

Maybe if the Tool Guys I already
have did some actual work,...

Argh!
...there'd be cream.

He's got responsibilities.

I've got babies on the way,
and they need a house.

Just send Sheree out to shoplift.

Hey, she is an alleged
shoplift — alleged, get it?

I don't want her
doing that any more.

There is no money, OK?

What about the money you was
putting aside for our new van?

Yeah.
That is locked in an investment.
There's no money.

I don't want to hear excuses! Ow!

Hey.

f*ck! Well, you suck as a manager.

Yeah, and you guys suck
as workers, so we're even.

TYRES SCREECH

KNOCK ON DOOR
Who is it?

Mum. ]
Hi.

Hi. How are you?

OK. How are you?

All right.

Growing.

Do you want to come in?
Sure.

Would you like to come
over for dinner tonight?

Me?
And Nicky, of course.

Why?
No reason.

Well... I'm doing my fish pie.

Uh, we can't. We've got
some people coming around.

Uh-huh.
I'm doing my fish pie.

(COUGHS)
Did you just laugh?

Coffee went down the wrong way.

You're not the only one who
can make fish pie, you know.

I know that, love.

My fish pie is really awesome.

Sorry, I didn't know
you had a fish pie.

Well, I do now.
OK, great.

And actually, I'm doing it for
Sheree — to show Sheree how much
I care.

But, you know, maybe another time.

Sure.

Fine. Great.

Bloody Loretta.

Hey, we should fire her arse, man —
get a new manager with a heart and
soul... and balls.

Heart, soul and balls.

Why balls?

Oh, the whole package, you know.

And Loretta ain't got no package,
bro, that's for sure.

How come, because she's got
no balls, I've gotta suck it?

You're sucking her package?

No. I mean, everything sucks
being me right now, man.

Right now, my life — it couldn't
suck any harder if it tried.

CELLPHONE RINGS
What?

MAN: Is this Van West?

Who wants to know?

Detective Sergeant Gerard.
West Auckland CIB.

PACIFIC ISLAND ACCENT:
I fink you got the wrong number.

No, I haven't and don't hang up.

BANG!

Or else I'd have to come and find
you and that would piss me off.

How'd you get my number?

I'm a detective, Van.
I f*ckin' detected it.

I wanna talk to you about Sheree.

Why?

Cos she's in the sh*t, and you
can help her out of the sh*t.

How?

That's what I want to talk to you
about. You know where the station
is.

Who was that, bro?

It was that cop man who arrested
Sheree. He wants to talk to me.

Why?

[ About Sheree.

sh*t, that can't be good.

CELLPHONE RINGS

I hear that, man.

What do you want?

Van, are you always this rude
when you answer the phone?

sh*t, Pascalle, what do you want?

You and Sheree are coming over for
dinner and so is Casey and Munter.

Fine! Whatever.

So are you going?
What, to dinner?

Are you having dinner with the cop?

Eh?

No, no, no. Uh, with Pascalle —
you and Casey too.

Is Pascalle cooking?
Is that important?

Could be scary, bro.
Can Pascalle cook?

Hey, who cares, man?
I got a cop on me.

Thank you for coming in, Van.

So? It's not like I'm gonna
tell you anything.

I don't want you to tell me
anything. I just want you to listen.

Well, you better
say something, then.

You know Sheree and I go way back,
don't you? From down the bay?

So?

Well, a lot of people read her
wrong. They see this real tough
little bitch.

But she's not like that, is she?

Now she's having your kids.
She's gonna be a mum.

Yep.

It'll do her the world of good.

Mind you, it'd be a sh*t of a thing
if her kids are born while she's
inside.

Not a good start to
anyone's life, eh?

That's why you should let her
go and arrest me instead.

Why?
Because I made her do it. I made her
steal all that sh*t, all right?

I forced her.
No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.
You didn't.

I did.
I know you didn't —
you're a sh*t liar.

No, I'm not.
You are.

Well, actually I'm a very good liar.

Shut the f*ck up and listen.

I know Sheree is basically a good
person, but she's been in the sh*t
for as long as I've known her.

Now, why do you think that is?

It's not a trick question.

Well, cos she keeps getting caught.

Yeah, and meanwhile the bastard who
keeps putting her up to it keeps
walking away un-f*ckin'-touched.

I'm talking about her
brother, Van. Nicky.

Every bad thing that's down
to her has started with him.

So you get her away from him and
you will save her. You hear what
I'm saying?

Yeah. Are you saying
we should leave town?

No, Van. I'm not saying that. I'm
saying that he needs to be removed
from the equation.

And I'm looking for someone
to help me do that.

You mean k*ll him?
No, I don't mean that.

Well, f*ck, man.

She needs to be saved
from her own family, Van.

And in order for her not to
go inside, he has to, so...

anyone who could clue me
in to what he's up to—

You mean nark?
Well...

Ha! Nah. No way, man. My family —
we don't do that — not ever.

So, did you get the
summons from Mum?

Fish pie for dinner.
You going?

Yeah, thought I would.

Mummy's boy.

So, are you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?
The thing I paid you five grand for.

I thought you didn't wanna know,

and it's not your money
anyway, so...

Are you gonna tell me,

or do I have to bleed the
information out of you?

(CHUCKLES)

Actually, I'm not the best person
to tell you. Nadine is.

Who the hell's Nadine?

Nadine Cronk.

(LAUGHS)

You mean N-N-N-N—N-N-N-N-Nadine
from Shadbolt High?

Your girlfriend?
She wasn't my girlfriend.

True — your only friend.
That's not fair.

She was the only one Ret*rded
enough to hang out with you.

We were cool — no one else realised.

Yeah, that's why we threw
stuff at you and laughed (!)

Hey, does she still have that
weird obsession with rats?

Yes, in a manner of speaking, yep.

God, some things never change.

Some things do — like Nadine Cronk.

Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

It's just us.

My God, you're right (!)
Nadine has changed (!)

What?
Ignore her. Is Nadine here?

Here she is.

Hello, Loretta.

Jesus.

For once Jethro wasn't talking crap
when he said you'd changed.

Loretta, can't you just say hello?

Is she in?
Yep.

What? No, no, no. I'm here, that's
all — until someone tells me what
exactly I am in for.

Here we go.

You want me to help you sell dr*gs?

Yep.
E?

No, it's not E.

It hasn't got a name yet, eh?
Still like 'Rush'.

We're not calling it 'Rush', Hayden.
Still an awesome band.

Hey, hey, can we please
get back on track here?

(SIGHS) Nadine, explain.

OK, after I left school,
I went to university—

JETHRO: Short version.

Did chemistry, worked in
pharmaceuticals and had
no social life,

so I started experimenting
with empathogens—

What-ogens?

Short version; short words.

God, you people are no fun.

I wanted to develop a drug
that would give me confidence.

Couldn't you just get pissed?

The point is Nadine's succeeded.

You're holding
a guaranteed good time.

So she made her own E. Good for her.

Except it's legal.
Yeah.

For now.
For now?

Something this good is definitely
gonna get classified.

So we gotta sell as many as we can

before that happens.

And you want me to take this pill?

You'd be a mug if you didn't.

It's good — trust me.

Ah, that's the thing. I don't trust
any of you. Him, because I'm related
to him; him, because of...

everything.
You can trust me, surely.

I cruelly mocked your
stutter when I was a kid.

Well, I forgive you.

That's big of you.

Would it help if we all partook?

Yes, please.
Why not?

OK?

Oh, for Christ's sake. Come on,
Loretta. It's not like you're
a drug virgin.

Whatever.

I walked down there.
Good man.

I told him what I thought of his
f*ckin' idea and walked out.

Man, cops are low down and sneaky.

I reckon.

Big ups to you, bro,
for standing your ground.

Respect.
Cheers.

Yeah, man.

Bro, what do you think of Sheree?

Eh?

What do you think of her?

Oh, she's choice, man.

Yeah, she is, eh?
Mm.

Yeah.

What else did you want me to say?

Oh, it's just... I know what
everyone says about her, you
know? But...

bro, it's not her fault she's a bit
tough, you know. She had a real sh*t
time growing up.

Yeah, I bet.
What do you mean, 'you bet'?

Well, I mean, she seems
like a survivor.

Yeah, she is.

Good on you for doing the
right thing by your woman.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, f*ckin' A, I am.

Yeah.

f*ckin' A, I am.

Do we have to use
the term 'party pills'?

That's what punters know them as.

But they're for wankers who can't
get their hands on actual dr*gs.

Still nothing?

Still nothing.

'Rush' is banned as a name, all
right? Along with 'White Snake'
and 'Poison'

and every other crap band you liked
when you were a trainee hairdresser.

I was never one.

But he is right about
the name thing.

What would you call it, Loretta?

Uh, how about, 'Doesn't Work',
because it doesn't!

Really?

Why are you smiling?

I'm not smiling.

(GIGGLES)

Stop looking at me like that,
you freaks. (LAUGHS)

Oh man, I should have paid more
attention during chemistry.

Taxi's here.

So are you a convert?

I'm not gonna start spinning and
you'll grow this thing with teeth
out the top of your head?

No, that's never happened before.

Then f*ck yeah. This is great.

That's good.

Told you we'd have fun.

sh**t-sh**t!

KNOCK ON DOOR

f*ck! Nicky!

Got it.

Hi. How are we doing?

Uh, OK, so far. Though
don't expect to eat soon.

Munter, Kasey, hi.

Hi, honey.

We bought some wine.

Yay.

Yum, something smells good.

I haven't started cooking yet.

Must be the smoked fish.

It's still in the fridge.

I made my eggplant thing —
just in case.

Just in case what?

Someone wants some eggplant
to go with their fish pie.

Wine?
Yes.

Choice.

And so he's standing there stark
naked, shivering on the roof,

which is the worst time to realise
that the datura has made you go
blind!

Van was lucky he hit the
grapefruit tree on the way down.

You were such a bitch
to him afterwards.

I was not!

She was telling him to do his
Stevie Wonder impersonation.

And putting sh*t in his way
for him to trip over.

Your family, man, is all style.

We are distinct and rare. (LAUGHS)

Hello, Mum.

Hey, don't forget to come
home for dinner tonight.

Um, I won't, Mum.

Yeah, it's fish pie.

Remind Loretta.

Yeah, I will.

See ya.

No. (LAUGHS) There is no way I'm
eating with her when I'm off my nut.

We'll cross the fish-pie bridge
when we come to it. More booze.

Yes.

How are you feeling now?

I feel great, actually.

Wow. Now, coming from a wasted
control freak, that is high praise
indeed.

I'm not a control freak —
at least not right at this second.

Well, you're definitely wasted.

Yes, I am.

Do you take back all those
rude names you used to call me?

I only called you them because
you had no taste in friends.

Jethro was my friend.

Exactly.

Oh. Look at all these people.
What about them?

They come out to play after their
sh*t jobs. I mean, look at them!

They need this drug.

You know, you are lovely when you're
wasted and you're trying to be all
fiendish and...

Shut up.

Hey. Are you OK
with me being in this?

At Grandpa's wedding, you said
that we were a train wreck.

Well, we were.
I know.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

You're right.

And I'm sorry.

We were a pretty f*ckin' hot
train wreck though, right?

I loved you.

I loved you too.

Hey, since you're such a little
bitch to my friend Nadine,

you can call Mum and tell her we're
not gonna be home for fish pie.

(LAUGHS) Piss off.

You know I love you, eh?

Yeah, I know.

And you know everything's
gonna be OK, right?

It is, OK?

Everything's gonna be cool
for you and for you and me.

And for these little fellas in here.

I'm gonna take care of everything,
OK? I'll get us, like, a home,
you know?

A proper home.

I'd like that.

Yeah, somewhere you can raise these
little fellas however you want.

OK? And I can teach them, like,
I can them real cool stuff,

like how to light their own farts
without burning their arseholes!

Come here.

(SIGHS)

It'll be cool,...

you'll see.

OK, so see you later, then.

Have a nice time.

Mum, just—

PHONE RINGS

On any other night,
we would eat your fish pie.

Van, you don't have to say anything.

Mum, you're acting like a...

West residence.

Yep.

It's for you.

Thanks.

Hello.

Her fish pie will never
be as good as yours, OK?

[ You don't have to go and eat it.

[ Oh, Mum, come on.
You're f*ckin' kidding me.

Yeah... Yeah...
OK, great. Thank you.

That was my lawyer.

They've dropped the charges.
They've dropped the whole thing.

Choice.

Did they say why?

Certainly not for lack of evidence.

Something about the way the
arrest was made or something.

It was you.

Wayne, you had a word
with that cop, right?

Yeah, a word.

They decided the whole thing would
be tossed out of court, and they
just decided to drop it. Thank you.

Go, Wayne!

Well, aren't you the superhero?

Super powers I didn't know I had.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

It's all good.

Good.

Are you gonna take me
home and f*ck me now?

Well, if you insist.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Sure.
Bye.

I'm bored.

I probably should have told you
about that. They're kind of
hooked up.

Yeah, I kinda noticed.

Did ya?
Mm-hm.

You know what?

I'm hungry.

One good thing about Ted picking
and choosing when he stays here —
there's more brandy in the house.

I hope you have a hangover.

You spoil those kids.

If they were my kids, I'd tell them,
'Be home for bloody dinner time or
no dinner.'

I'll hold you to that...

in years.

years?

Choice.

Here you go.

Oh, you're a goddess, Mum.

Food!
You guys OK?

Mm. Sweet as, Mum.

Love your fish pie, Mum.

You can come inside if you want to.

No, we're good — fresh air is good.

Yeah, and the, um,
the lights are cool.

(LAUGHS)

I don't wanna know.

Fair enough.

It's all ours, sis.

What is?

The world.

Even if you do take it over,
you'll still be a mummy's boy.

Yeah, well, there's
worse things to be.

You promise you won't
try and rip me off?

Pinky promise.

BOTH LAUGH

f*ck, this...

is the best fish pie ever.

GUESTS CHEER, APPLAUD

The mashed potatoes were way more
complicated than I thought.

I'm sure it's well worth
the wait, darling.

We passed the time!

All good, babe. Want some more wine?

Oh, God, yes.

I'd like to propose a toast

to fish pie a la Pascalle.

Bravo, Pascalle. Well done!

ALL CHEER

f*ck, it's not too bad.

Mmm, it's great.

Really?

Oh, and another toast...

Oh Christ.

To my sister Sheree,
who fought the law and won.

ALL: Sheree!

NGAIRE: Well done, darling! ]

Ha! Nah, no way, man. My family —
we don't do that — not ever.

Van, I can make
these charges go away.

Whatever.

Whether Sheree is in prison or not
when her kids are born depends on
you and me right now.

Now, a little information —
that's all I want.

You have no allegiance to Nicky.

He's her f*ckin' brother.

Well, I'm gonna put him inside,
whether you help or not.

At least this way, you and Sheree
get to play happy families.

Otherwise, I will bury her
just to get to him.

Do it, Van. For your children.

Oh f*ck.

I want proof.

Of what?

That you can do what you say.

You get the charges
against Sheree dropped,...

and I'll do what you want.

You got a deal.

PEOPLE CHATTER

Cheers, mate.

Yeah, cheers.

♪ Mr Sorrow, I need you, you know.

♪ This is more than a game. ♪

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