06x07 - Go Seek Him Out

[bunniefuu]

Look, I need all this stuff
sold off discreetly. Interested?

Bags the Mustang.
I like the jet skis.

COCKS g*n

Just for show.
Gentlemen, are we ready?

It's the cops, man.
It's the f*cking cops.

Go out the back! Abort!
RT: Get out now!

Armed police — get down on the
floor and drop your weapons!

My client has seen
the error of his ways.
Cut the sh*t.

Don't wanna see the old man go
down when he shouldn't have to.

He gave himself up for Grandpa?

No, I don't think he
did it for Grandpa.

I won't be out —
not for a long time.

I'll wait for you as long
as it takes — however long.

God, you are just so brave.

I don't really have a choice.

Well, if it was me,
I'd be a total mess.

You try not to think about it.

I tried to get the others to
come, but it turns out everyone
I'm related to or even just know,

is totally f*cking useless.

Pretty sure I'm busy
tomorrow, eh? Busy, busy—

Yeah, OK, Van. I got
the f*cking point.

It's his sentencing day, Loretta.
It's a really big deal for me and
him.

And nothing to do with me. Bye.

I'm not sure it's a good idea for
me to be in a courtroom unless I'm
actually summoned to be in there.

Yeah, and Mrs Falani gets the wrong
idea when I say I'm going to court.

Yeah, she starts
selling the furniture.

But I want you to know that
I will be there for you, OK?

I will always be there for you,
no matter what happens.

Thanks.

Oh, sorry.

What for?

You were trying not
to think about it.

What will happen, will happen.
I can't change that, so why
worry about it?

I could help take your mind off it.

Yeah?
Mm-hm.

(CHUCKLES) What have
you got in mind?

Well,...

just, um,... (CLEARS THROAT,
SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

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. ♪

PENSIVE MUSIC

I'm going now.
Have fun.

How can you be that mean and
heartless all of the time?

What can I say? It's a talent.

This is a man's life
we're talking about here.

No, it's Nicky Greegan's life,
which doesn't amount to much.

You this harsh on all your exes?

You of all people should
know the answer to that.

Well, I'd be honoured to
accompany you, my child.

Except for your superstition about
never going to sentencing hearings.

I never once watched Lefty go down.

No, didn't that tend to
happen after he went inside?

Have some respect.
I'm willing to come.

Grandpa, we talked about this —
you're on home detention.

To hell with that. The man deserves
my support with what he's doing.

And that is lovely of you, but we
can't risk you going back to jail

or yelling something at the judge
and them adding another year to
you both.

We ready?

Are you coming?

Yeah, I thought I would.
Is that a problem?

No. f*ck, no. Thank you.

He's down a stand-up thing for Ted.
He deserves the respect.

See, Loretta? Someone in this
family cares. Shall we take my car?

Uh, nah. We'll take mine, eh.

OK.
Good luck, my dear.

Good luck.

Bye.

You're going in case it all
turns to sh*t, aren't ya?

You never heard that from me.

God, don't you just wanna
rush over there and hug him?

Nah, I'm good.

All rise for Her Honour.

Right, I will hear submissions
now. Mr Sterling.

Two years? Are you crazy?

I believe in the power of love.

(SCOFFS) It's your money. Gooch?

Three months.

Uh, you can't have three months.
Eric has three months.

OK, three weeks.
Uh, that's me.

Ye of so little faith.

I have dated Pascalle.
I know she is a woman of needs.

You're still all wrong.

Oh, we'll see.
What have you got?

One month. I know her cycle.

Chicks and their
cycles, eh? (SNIGGERS)

No, not that cycle, her slut cycle.

First she'll mourn for two weeks —
driving us all insane.

Then she'll go all quiet on it,
relying on her vibrating friend
for comfort.

Then she'll go out on the prowl.

There you are — three weeks.

No, the first few guys might cop a
feel, but then she'll get an att*ck
of the guilts,

and she'll run away — that'll take
about a week. Then she'll get pissed
and give it up.

Mm, so it has to
be full penetration?

The wham, bam and the thank you
ma'am — no payout for anything
short.

Can we not talk about
Pascalle like this?

But, Aaron, what if it's you
that she's whamming and bamming?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No one here
knobs her just to get the cash.

Yeah, especially you, Van.

Or you.

In your dreams, Eric.

Well, now that you mention it...

Officially, I'm out buying NapiSan,
so I wasn't here. What's left?

You can have 'Never — she's sewing
it shut and joining a nunnery'.

Yeah, right (!) Two months.
Done.

I was gonna take that.

See you fullas later.
See you. Hey, don't
forget the NapiSan.

All over it. Hey, Pascalle.
We weren't just talking about you.

How was it?
It's all your fault.

Me?
The whole f*cking lot of you!

How?
I don't know. It just f*cking is.

I'm guessing not so well.

In considering the sentence,
I've taken into account

the fact Mr Greegan did
surrender himself to the police

and subsequently entered
a plea of guilty. ]

But that notwithstanding,
we are dealing with a crime
of considerable v*olence,

in which firearms were brandished
and innocent people were made
victims of an horrific att*ck. ]

Society will not tolerate
this sort of lawlessness.

Accordingly, you are hereby
sentenced to nine years'
imprisonment...

CROWD MURMURS

...with a minimum non-parole period
of six years. Please stand down.

SOTTO VOCE: Nine years.

Nine f*cking years. No, this is
bullshit. This is total bullshit!
Order in the court.

They're not innocent people.
They're dodgy Chinese moneylenders.
Order!

Bullshit as f*ck! You just—
(MUFFLED SHRIEKS)

I need a drink.

More.

Can I take tonight?

(GULPS LOUDLY)

If only this bucket could talk,
the stories it would tell.

One time she chundered so hard
that the chunder hit the bottom
and bounced back up into her face.

(LAUGHS) Ah, it was hilarious.

OK, Aaron, even I draw the line at
leaving you to molest my sister.

No, no way would I do that.
Uh-huh.

I'll watch her and put her in the
recovery position if necessary.

Uh-huh.
Serious. I learnt it at Cubs.

Walk away, Aaron. Walk away now.

You see what happens — a man puts
his faith in the justice system;
he gets shafted up the arse.

I don't think the law works like,
'He did Ted West a favour. Let's
shed some years off his stretch.'

Nine years is criminal.
He doesn't deserve it.

No, he is the criminal, and he's
a Greegan, and now he's where he
should be for a very long time,

and I will drink to that.

SHARP KNOCK ON DOOR

Police — open the door.

OK, that's never good.

[ KNOCKING CONTINUES

We have a warrant to
search these premises.
On what grounds?

Have a look. Fill your boots.
I'd very much like to speak
to Pascalle West.

(LAUGHS) Good luck with that.

Oh, sh*t.

Am I brown?

Yeah.

No, he's not.

Yes, he is.
Not him.

Oh, you mean Jesus?

Am I Jesus?

Oh, nah.

SHARP KNOCK AT DOOR ]

Police. Open up.

sh*t balls. Hide the dope.

We smoked all the dope.

OK. That's good.

Check out the back,
doors and windows.

How can we help, officers?

SLURS: I don't understand.

Look, she's in no state
to talk to anyone.

All I want to know is—
Tell me where Nicky Greegan is.

That's a stupid question.

Do you know where he might be?

Yeah, he's in jail for
nine f*cking years.

No, he's not, because
he escaped this afternoon.

Huh?

He escaped this afternoon. And
if you know where he might be now—

She doesn't know anything.

This is all news to us.

He escaped?

Yeah, your fiance, right?

So if anyone knows
where he is right now—

(RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

Why didn't you look this hard
when his sister went missing and
kidnapped the babies inside her?

Didn't exactly bust
a gut then, did you?

Mr West.
What?

Would you mind coming out here, sir?

Oh, yeah, what? Is Nicky
hiding in my garage (?)

So, these are yours?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Are you into jet-skiing?

Yeah, oh,... (SCOFFS) who isn't, eh?

Anyway, what's this got to do with
Nicky Greegan? Did he escape on a
jet ski (?) (LAUGHS)

If it turns out they're stolen—

Mm.

...we'll be back.

Whatever.

Part of me wants to hold her.

Yeah, well, keep that
part in your pants.

Not like that.

News report.

The van was en route to Auckland's
maximum-security Paremoremo Prison

when it was diverted on to a side
road and driven to the secluded
area you can see behind me.

There, the two guards were
overpowered, and the five
men freed.

Police have just issued the names
and descriptions and these photos
of the five escapees.

They are Wiremu Te Toki
Tuteremoana, Arthur Ralph Belden,

Albert Stanley Lelanga,
Nicky Ian Greegan and
Timoti Ruawai Williams.

Now, police say at least two of
these men are serving terms for
m*rder,

and the rest were all convicted
for crimes of v*olence, most
involving the use of firearms.

They also say that at least
three of these men have g*ng
connections.

Also, according to police,
at least one w*apon was
used in the escape, ]

so the men should be considered
armed and dangerous ]

and should not be approached
by members of the public.

He's not dangerous. He's Nicky.

You go! Go, you good thing!

Fly like the wind, boy!

Did you not hear? They think he's
a m*rder*r, and they'll sh**t him.

They won't sh**t him.

I just saw the g*ns.

They'll have to catch him first.

Will you two put a sock in it?

He'll be OK if he doesn't
do anything stupid.

Well, what if, like, some of the
gangs guys use him as a decoy to,
you know, get their guys away,

and then they sh**t him?

Don't go there. Don't
even think about it.

All you need to worry about
is what you'll say to the cops.

I don't wanna say
anything to the cops.

I said we'd go to the
station to give a statement.

Nice stalling tactic
with the spewing, though.

I don't have anything to tell them.

You didn't know anything about this?

No, of course I didn't. How could I?

Then that's what you tell them.

I can come along if you like.

PHONE RINGS

No prizes for guessing who that is.

Yeah.
What the hell is going on up there?

You know as much as we do.

Is Pascalle there?

Yeah.

It's your mum.

Hi, Mum. The police are gonna
sh**t Nicky. I just know they are.

Shhh. Of course they're
not gonna do that.

How did this happen? Did you know?

No, I didn't know anything,
and now I don't know what to do.

I know. I know. Look, it'll be
all right, honey. You'll see.

So, you know nothing about how
two jet skis end up in my garage?

Well, I don't.

See, you say you don't,
but in a way that says you do.

But I don't.
Then why say you did?

I didn't.
Not what I heard.

It's what I said.
What is?

I don't know any more. Ask him.

Me? I don't know nothing
about no jet skis.

Not even when they're meant to
be in Taupo by now, on the lake,
terrorising the trout?

Falani, what's the Samoan for
'you big, dobbing coconut'?

Will someone tell me if the
jet skis are stolen or not?

No.
Hard to say.

Your brother's probably the
one who could clear that up.

Jethro?
Apart from him, you've
only got sisters.

Loretta has got a masculine air.

What's cock-breath to do with it?

You're talking about
Jethro and not Eric?

Yes.
We're helping him
sell off a few things.

Or not, as the case may be.

I needed somewhere for
storage in the short term.

I know treachery when
I see it, you worm.

RINGING TONE
I'll deal with you two later.

BAILEY: Hello?

Gee, man, you even sound like a
chick more these days, d*ck smoker.

Who is this?

Oh, is Jethro there, please?

He's a bit busy right now.

Well, can you tell him his brother
needs to speak with him, thanks?

Oh, do I have to?

Oh, God, yes.

What?
Not you.

Look, I know here's there.
What?

It's for you. Van.
Piss off.

You are a piece of sh*t.
What do you want?

I want you to keep me the
f*ck out of your sh*t.

OK.

I'm serious, man.

(MOANS)

Are you even listening to me?

(GASPS)

If I get arrested cos your stolen
jet skis are in my garage, I will
tell Mum on you.

Hold on. What jet skis?

You know what jet skis.

What about the jet skis?

The jet skis will not
turn up as stolen.

Van'll be relieved.

Yeah, I'm thrilled for him (!)
Why were they in his garage?

Uh, storage.

You said they were in Taupo.

(SCOFFS) No, I didn't.

You said a guy wanted them for his
place down by the lake — one for
him and one for his wife.

I don't recall saying
any such thing.

And when I helped you load it on to
a trailer, you said his name was
Derek and her name was Angelina.

Oh, all right, all right. Jesus.

I was gonna give you the money for
them once I had the money for them.

What happened to Taupo?

There was no Taupo. I made it up.

Why?

Fancy living by the
lake, do ya, 'Derek'?

Hooning around on your jet ski with
your wife, Angelina, on her jet ski?

If you wanted the jet skis for
yourself, why didn't you just
say so?

Because I thought you'd laugh at me.

With good reason.

And he can't afford it.

Eric, did you think that if you hid
the jet skis in the garage of the
house where you live,

somehow we'd just forget you had
them and not think to look there?

(EXHALES) Yeah.

Jesus Christ. Just sell the bloody
things, OK? I don't care who to,
as long as they're real.

Shall I take them back
to the warehouse?

No, no, definitely not, all right?

Thanks to Nicky f*cking Greegan,
no one goes near that place while
someone might be watching. Got it?

The cops.

Yes, Eric, the cops.

So flick them off.
Bring me the cash.

Okey-dokey.

Do you even know how
to ride a jet ski?

Oh, I thought it would be
an ideal opportunity to learn.

You are a strange
man on many levels.

You need to be very
careful right now.

If he calls, you say nothing
that lets them think that you
had anything to do with this,

because someone will be listening.
And if he wants to meet you, you
say no, cos they will be following.

Oh, I just wanna talk to him.

Yeah, I know. So do they.

If you give them an excuse to charge
you, any excuse, then they're gonna
take it.

You have nothing more to add?

No.
So you know nothing?

That's what I said.

You had no prior knowledge of this?

We've already established that.
And he hasn't contacted you?

You've asked that different ways.

Actually, I do have this to add.
Pascalle, don't—

I knew nothing about this,
because Nicky knew nothing about it,

and he hasn't contacted me, because
he's probably too busy trying not to
get k*lled by you or the g*ng guys.

And I hope he escapes everyone, cos
he is just the innocent party here,

and it was unfair and wrong
that he got nine years

when he was only helping Grandpa
and he didn't even get the money.

And if you hurt him, I'm gonna
make sure the whole world knows
just exactly how wrong it all is.

(LAUGHS)
It is not funny.

No, it's not. Not a lot funny about
how one of the guards pulled a Kn*fe
on his driver mate,

made him drive to where
we found the van.

Pull in.
Mind you, the guard with the
Kn*fe didn't have a choice,

because the night before, two
guys with shotguns turned up
to his house,

took off with his wife
and his -year-old kid,

told him if he didn't do exactly
what they wanted, that they'd k*ll
them. Not exactly hilarious, eh?

So the guard did
exactly what they said.

'And they still b*at
the sh*t out of him.'

SHOUTING, GRUNTING

Don't move. Get out of the van.

Mind you, the driver's in an
induced coma, so he got off light.

These guys knew what they were
doing, Pascalle. They didn't give
a sh*t who got hurt along the way.

Come on, move it.

Come on. Let's go. Move out.

(GROANS)

Still got nothing to say?

Nicky had nothing to
do with any of that.

Yeah? I think he did.

I think he's in it
up to his eyeballs.

I don't know anything.

Oh, sh*t.

OK, I'm here. What's the big
problem you can't talk to me
on the phone about?

Sometimes with calls, people
who shouldn't be listening
are listening.

If you say so. What do you want?

Is it true? That he's out.

In what sense do you mean 'out'?

Nicky Greegan.

Oh, yes, it is. So?

So? So what about us?

Which 'us' are you
talking about here?

Us girls. What if he comes after us?

Why would he do that?

Are you f*cking thick?
Money, revenge — take your pick.

Angel, I think that Nicky's got
a few more important things on
his mind right now

than coming after you.

Yeah? Well, the girls and I don't
happen to share your happy-clappy
world view,

so we're laying low for a while.

OK. When you say 'laying low',
you will still be laying with
the punters, though, right?

Laying low as in gone

until he's gone.

Oh my God, you cannot be serious.

I don't wanna be seen
anywhere near a West, either.

Angel.

Angel, get back—

(SCOFFS) Useless bloody slappers.

Chastity, if you get this, I have
a guy in Point Chev who is really
keen to meet you,

so despite whatever
Angel has said...

Um, just call me back, OK?

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd take my wife
out for lunch if she's not too busy.

She's not.

Wow, your enthusiasm's
bowling me over (!)

Working girls is a complete
misnomer — they would take any
f*cking excuse not to work.

As if Nicky Greegan's gonna break
out of jail just to go after them.

He might.

Then he'd go straight back inside.

If you want any protection—

Me?
Yeah.

While we're at lunch?
Sure.

What, will you throw a salad at him?

People don't like losing girls,
Loretta. The fox that takes your
chickens gets taken out.

Did Nicky say that?
No, the old man, actually.

Oh, how quaintly macho of him.

Listen, when Stalios the Greek took
two of Dad's top earners, he sent
him round a bottle of Red Xena...

on fire through his front window.

Gosh, weren't those
the good old days (?)

Business hasn't changed much.

I don't have a business right now,
thanks to Nicky f*cking Greegan,
so you better be paying for lunch.

Do you think the cops have got
worse since you left the force?

No.
(TUNES RADIO)

I still can't believe
that Beltz guy.
What about him?

You'd think if they wanted to talk
to a person about another person,

like their fiance, who they know
really well, they'd at least listen
to what that person has to say.

Yeah.

You don't agree with him?

I don't know what to think.
Certainly sounds pretty nasty
and well planned.

(TUNES RADIO)

(SIGHS) God, why do radio stations
only play stupid music?

It's what people want to listen to.

Well, I need news. Oh, sh*t!

Why don't you go home?

I'm meant to be working.

It's not like you're doing much.

Is that OK? It's just they
might have news on TV.

Yeah, well, try not to
worry about him too much.

If the jet skis aren't stolen,
then who do they belong to?

Well, in his dreams,
they belonged to Eric.

He longs to feel the rush of the
wind through his hair as he races
Angelina across the waters.

Strictly speaking,
they're Jethro's, all right?

He can't even swim.
Why does he want jet skis?

So he doesn't have to swim?

Yeah, we're kinda handling their
sale for him — or I thought we were.

I've got as much right
to buy them as anyone.

Except for the fact that you don't
have any money to buy them.

Well, there's ways around that.

Doesn't matter. They're mine now.
Eh?

Yep. West house rules. If you stash
something in someone else's room and
someone else finds it, it's their.

Van, this is jet skis we're
talking about, not a bottle
of rum you flogged off your mum.

Doesn't matter. It's my
garage, so they're mine.

I don't think Jethro will
be keen on that idea.

PHONE RINGS

He can suck my cock.

I don't think he'd be
too keen on that either.

Hello.
Van?

Oh, Cheryl, how on earth are you?
It's lovely to hear—

Put Van on the phone, Eric.

It's for you.

Hey, Mum.
Why is no one answering
their phones? Dunno.

I've used all my phone favours
trying to find someone to let
me know what's going on,

and no bastard's answering.

Well, maybe they're all busy.

How's Pascalle?

I haven't talked to her.

Has she heard from Nicky?

I haven't talked to her.

Come on, Van.
You must know something.

Well, I know we got raided
last night cos of Nicky.

sh*t.

You weren't holding anything?

Not unless you count
Jethro's gay jet skis.

What? Jethro hates water.
What does he want jet skis for?

Exactly.

Trying to stash his dodgy
jet skis in my garage —

where does he get off thinking
he can get away with that?

How are you, anyway, Mum?

God, please don't let it be him.

Pascalle, I need you—

Shut up!

Details are sketchy, but police
have confirmed the sh**ting in
the Greenhithe area today

is related to yesterday's escape,

and that one man, we believe one
of the escapees, has been taken
to hospital with g*nsh*t wounds.

We'll bring you more on this
story as it comes to hand.

I have to get to the hospital.
Why?

To see if it's Nicky, of course!
Which hospital?

I don't know. The one
I went to when I got sh*t.

Or you could stay here and wait
for someone to contact you.

What if it's too late by then?

Are you a surgeon? Could
you save him if it is him?

Pascalle, the news will come to
you, OK? If you are out there
racing around,

not only will you be a menace to
traffic, but you may miss the call.

I can't just do nothing!

Well, while you're waiting, you
could think about how, if Nicky
does contact you,

you can ask him to tell Angel that
he is not going to go after her or
any of my girls

so they can get back to work.

How can you think of
that at a time like this?

Well, quite easily, actually.

No, Nicky could be bleeding to death
on an operating table right now.

Well, it's not him.
How do you know?

Well, logic. There are five
escapers, so there's an %
chance it's not him.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh my God, they've come to
get me to identify the body.

Officers.

Is Pascalle West here?

Is he dead? Have you k*lled him?

No, we haven't k*lled him.

You sh*t him, though, right?

No, it wasn't him.
It was one of the others.

Oh, thank God.

So why are you here, then?
I told you I don't know anything.

Do you mind if we come in?
Yes, we do.

Um, OK.

Have you and Nicky Greegan talked
about going somewhere together?
Say, holiday?

No.

He just got sent away, remember?
And I was gonna wait for him, so,
no, we hadn't planned a holiday.

Any places he may have mentioned?
Contacts overseas?

He's f*cked off, hasn't he?
He's skipped the country.

That is a possibility.

How do you know that?

Well, we can show you if you're
willing to answer a few questions.

It's Nicky Greegan,... ]

isn't it? ]

The car is stolen. We're
running the prints we found.

We'll find his, I'm sure.

Does the name Tyrone Johnson
mean anything? ]

We believe this man boarded a flight
to Sydney using the passport in that
name. Where's he headed, Pascall?

I don't know anything.

(SCOFFS) Oh, that's right, because
no way did Greegan have anything
to do with organising this (!)

It was coincidence that there was a
ticket and passport waiting for him,

just like your mother
didn't k*ll a cop (!)

West house rules?

That's what he said.

That was when we were, like, .

Van feels a precedent exists.

Sorry? Precedent? Which one
of us is the lawyer here?

You can keep that honourable
title all to yourself.

Just smack him, would you?
Tell him to grow up.

I'm not smacking Van.
He's my landlord.

How can a brother be so
cruel to his own brother?

They're not his jet skis.

They're not yours
by West house rules.

Oh, come on. It's not even the
West house that the rules apply to.

But it is a West house,
as in owned by a West,...

PHONE RINGS

...therefore, surely,
the rules apply.

Jethro West's office.

Eric.

Gidday, Cheryl. How you doing?

What the hell are you doing
in Jethro's office? Put him on.

It's for you.

[ Hey, Mum.
What's going on up there?

Uh, you mean with
the Nicky situation?

With the f*cking jet skis.
What are you doing with jet skis?

And don't tell me they're for you,
because you used to cry when Wolf
made you go boogie-boarding at Piha.

Well, Mother, it depends very much
on what you've heard, presumably
from Van.

You flogging stolen sh*t, Jethro?
No.

Don't lie to me.
I'm not.

If they're not stolen, then
why is Eric in your office?

Because for once in his life, Eric
is helping me sell something legit.

This bloke I know, Derek, bought
these jet skis with the idea of
moving to Taupo

with his beloved wife Angelina.

The deal fell through, so we're
selling them before they get repo'd.

Sounds like bullshit to me.

They're not stolen, Mum, I swear,
and if I were you, I'd be much
more worried about Pascalle.

Have you spoken to her?

No, not yet, but don't worry.
I'm heading around there now.

I'll make sure she's OK.

Someone has to, right?

ROCK MUSIC

He has gone, you bastards.
Don't you know that? He's gone.

He's gone! He's f*cked off, so why
don't you just f*ck off and leave
me alone?

(GRUNTS)

Knock first, arsehole.

No, Van, you're the arsehole.

Well, it takes one to know one.

Give me the keys to the garage.

Nah, f*ck off. It's my garage.

Van, they're my jet skis.

No, no, no, no.
They're my jet skis now.

I know you're famous in
this family for dobbing,

but telling Mum on me doesn't
change the fact that they're mine.

Did Mummy's boy get told off?

Back to the jet skis.
My jet skis.

No, that's what I'm saying.

Mine.
No, they're not.

Yes, they are.
Van, they're mine.

Nah, they're mine.
f*ck you. They're mine.

f*ck you. They're mine.

You want a f*cking smack?

Try it, gay boy.

Huh?

(SNIGGERS) h*m*.

Bailey says hi, by the way.

(SCOFFS) What do I care?

When you rang last night,
I was a bit distracted.

It was just hard to concentrate on
what you were saying with her lips
wrapped around my cock.

Well, they're still my jet skis.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, yep, we'll see.

You want another one?

Part of me is really happy for him.

You know, he got away — yay.

And he didn't get caught,
and he didn't get sh*t.

And he didn't say goodbye.

Now I don't know where he is, and
I don't know if I'm ever even gonna
hear from him ever again.

And then I didn't get to tell
him I love him one more time
and I'm gonna wait for him.

Cos I said that I'd wait
for him, no matter how long.

The cops are trying it on,
saying it was his idea.

I mean, Nicky is a really organised
person. It wouldn't take him long
to sort out a passport and a ticket.

Yeah, maybe.

Will you at least
wait until I'm out?

Shush, girl.
I've got something for ya.

Have you gone mad again?

Take it.
Do I have to?

Take it.

He'll call soon.

Carry it with you. It's set to
vibrate. It's quite fun, vibrate.

When did he get in touch with you?

One good deed, girl,
deserves another.

Put it somewhere safe.
(WHISPERS) And don't let
them know that you've got it.

Now, out you go. I've got
business to attend to.

Did anyone follow you?

Into the bogs at the Rusty Nail?
They would have to be brave,
insane or have no sense of smell.

I still don't feel safe around you.

He's gone.
So you say.

Honestly, Angel, Nicky
has skipped the country.

And how do you know?

The cops told us.
You went to the cops?

No, they came to us.

You didn't mention me, did you?

Angel, why would I mention—?
(SIGHS) The point is the cops are
now hunting for Nicky offshore.

You'd say anything to get me back.

Look, I swear to God. I swear on my
grandmother's grave, Nicky Greegan
has left the building,

so you can tell the girls
to get back to work.

You'd better not be bullshitting me.

I'm not, and there is work to
be done, clients who need you.

So many cocks to be sucked.

Yes, and you are the man—
the woman for the job.

(SIGHS)

Credit where credit's due —
you do good things with meat.

Thank you, Ted.
Pass the mint sauce.
I do love a bit of lamb.

Does it count as cannibalism
if you're mutton?

You really are so immature.

That's enough of that for now.

Couldn't agree more.

DOOR OPENS ]

Oh, yay, fresh meat.

Hello to you too.

You want dinner?
Ah,... no, thanks.

I'll pass, Wayne. Any word?

Still missing,
presumed in Australia.

The radio said they caught
a few of the others.

Oh, OK, so are you gonna pop in
every hour to give us news updates?

No. No, just came for
a talk with Pascalle.

Mum asked me to. Can I have a word?

Yeah, OK.

I love it when he
pretends to be Dad.

So,...

how are you?

I'm OK.

Mum's worried about you.

I said I'm OK.

She doesn't want you holding on
to the idea he'll be back for you.

I'm not.

She and I talked,...
PHONE VIBRATES

...and we both think

that you need to put this whole part
of your life behind you, OK? He's
gone. That's that.

I know it won't be easy, OK,
but for the good of the family,
especially for Mum, you gotta try.

I will. Hey, um, do you think
I could have a minute to myself
just for a moment?

Of course. Yeah.

Thanks.

Sure you're OK?
Mm-hm. You did great, thanks.

No worries.

Hello?

Hi, babe.

Where are you?

Australia?

I'm a lot closer than anyone thinks.

Come on, bro. You and Kasey
would look awesome zooming around
on a couple of matching jet skis.

Does it come with a baby seat?

Uh,... it'll be really easy
to weld one on the back.

I still don't know, on the grounds
that jet skis are loud and annoying,
bro,

and generally ridden by wankers.

I disagree, my brown brother.

I rest my case.

Also, I gotta go, otherwise
Kase is gonna k*ll me.

(GRUNTS) Don't forget the NapiSan.

Nah, this time I gotta pick up some,
um— some cream stuff that Kasey can
put on her nipples.

Awesome.
No, no, not awesome. Laters.

See you, bro.

You know, it occurs to me that
if Van is in the pub right now,
and you're here also,

then there's no one
around at his house —

one where there's two
jet skis in the garage.

True.

Mind you, the garage will be locked,

and he will have taken
the key with him.

But has he taken the
keys to the jet skis?

Good point.

All I'm saying is a jet ski in
the right hands is a w*apon of
mass seduction.

Awesome.
You know how chicks
are with motorbikes.

Put a motorbike in the water. You
know, suddenly they're getting wet
upstairs and down,

if you know what I mean.

They're, like, really
loud babe magnets.

Yes! There's what
I'm talking about.

When you get sick of riding both,
put your lady on the back to yours,
you know,

and she, um, oh, yeah, she wraps her
long legs around you, with her long
blonde hair flying in the breeze,

and her... (CHUCKLES) and her
luscious melons sticking into
your back.

They're also really good fun.

Yeah, so who wants them?

I'll take them.
Yes.

No, I will. I will.
Ooh.

No, I will. ]
No, I will.

Ah.

Goodnight to your workaholic mum.

Goodnight, bottomless pit
into which we pour money.

Say, 'Goodnight, all'.

Night, bubba.

Oh, night, poppet.

Pascalle, darling, you know that
soap you use that isn't soap?
Where is that?

In the bathroom.
Yeah, but I can't find it.
Can you show me?

Mm-hmm.

OK, now, listen to me,
and do exactly what I say.

Theodore and I are going to bed now.
In minutes you need to tell them
that you're going to bed too.

Go to your room, get changed into
dark clothing, then you need to get
outside without anyone noticing.

And I presume you can manage that.

I've been doing it since I was .

Good girl.

Then you need to go through the back
fence, cut through the neighbours'
and wait for me out the front

on Stanley Palmer Dr. You got that?
How come you and Grandpa—?

No time for that now.
Just do exactly what I say,

and it will all turn out like
your very own fairy tale.

FLIP GRATER'S 'ART ROBOT'

Another one?

Yeah, go on.

You OK?

Mm, just a bit tired.

You should get an early night.

Yeah, good idea.

♪ Take the Kn*fe out,
I want to play.

I should be off too.

Goodnight, my sexpot.

♪ Get your fork out...

Night, lovely.

♪ ...have some more.

MUSIC BUILDS

♪ Like that, like that
you eat your heart out.

♪ Can the robot walk this way?

Get in the back.
Lie down just in case.

OK.

♪ Take the Kn*fe out,
I want to play. ♪

Bloody Trust-afarian.

Don't sulk, Aaron.

It's all right, man. I'll let
you ride on the little one.

Yeah, the girly one.

Gooch, bro, this is the beginning
of you pulling heaps of hot chicks
in bikinis

at Whangamata at New Year's, mate.

OK, deal off.
What the f*ck?

Where are my jet skis?
My awesome jet skis.

What's going on out here?

Do you know about this?
Where's your jet skis?

That's what I wanna f*cking know.

Yeah, me too.

What have you done with them?
Oh, not us.

No, we've been inside
passing the time.

Maybe you should cast aspersions
elsewhere before you leap to
conclusions.

Eh?
It's nothing to do with us.

Yeah, not us. No way.

It must have been someone else
who wanted the jet skis.

Yeah, someone who might
think they're his.

Jethro.

f*ck!

God, I haven't had this much fun
since I hid Lefty in my bedroom
for three days

while the plodders searched
for him. That's how we met.

How come you and Grandpa
know where Nicky is?

Because Theodore is a man
who always pays his debts.

How come he had the phone?

When Nicky approached us,
how could we say no?

So the escape was all Nicky's idea?

Of course it was — genius. You've
got a good one there, let me tell
you.

How come I didn't know about it?

The wives are always the last to
know. That's the way it goes.
You'll get used to it.

He's up there.

I'll be back in two hours.

Have fun, my dear.

MOREPORK HOOTS

Hello?

UNSETTLING MUSIC

HEARTBEAT

Hey.
(GASPS)

OK, I wasn't expecting that.

How are you still f*cking here?

I am.

For you.
No, you were at the airport.
You got on a plane.

I was at the airport. I parked the
car. I walked into the terminal.
I let them see me.

Then I went to the loo where
a mate was — same height,
same build, same everything.

I mean, this guy could
be the Jethro to my Van.

We changed clothes. He walked out
of there; checked in. That was me
outta here.

Meanwhile, I walked out of the
terminal, got into a cab, and...

Hey.

Honey, God, it's good to see you.

They said you planned all of this.

Yes.

Holding that woman
and her kid hostage?

Yeah.
You kidnapped a -year-old.

Not me, not directly, and can
you...? I'm trying to keep
a low profile here.

How could you do such a thing?

No one was ever gonna harm them,
Pascalle. That was part of the deal.

What deal?

The guy who pulled a Kn*fe on
the driver, he was paid a lot
of money to do that, OK?

He knew we'd take his wife and kid
hostage so it seemed he did it cos
he was forced to.

Take it up with him if
you've got a problem.

Did the wife and the kid
know that it wasn't real?

No. It's not pretty, I know, but no
one was ever gonna harm her or the
kid. That was my orders, I swear.

And then you broke his jaw.

I had to make it look real.

He deserved it for putting
his wife and kid through that.

Then what about the
guard in the coma?

Well, they say in the radio
that he's gonna live.

Oh, good one (!)

It's a prison break, Pascalle,
not f*cking tiddlywinks.

(SIGHS)
Yes, it's sh*t, and it's wrong,

but I knew I was going down for a
f*cking long time from the moment
I went inside.

I told you that I was gonna
wait for you, and I meant it.

I know.

But I was not gonna be parted from
you for all that time. How could I?

This time's been long enough
without you. Don't you get that?

Then why didn't you tell me?

It could have gone so wrong,
and I didn't want you involved.

I didn't want you to get
caught up in it if it did.

Look, I love you, Pascalle, and
I will do whatever it takes to
have you in my world.

I did this because of you.

It was all for you.

FLIP GRATER'S 'BEDSIDE TABLE'

BOTH GIGGLE

(GASPS)

SOTTO VOCE: I love you.

SOTTO VOCE: I know.

♪ And you belong to me.

♪ You belong to me. ♪

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