All language subtitles for Westside s02e07.eng

He didn't seem to be
up to much these days.

He's matured as
a bullshit artist.

South Africans
don't have the money.

There's been a
change of plans.

Hello, Des.

DES MCEWEN: Don't
fucking call me.

Where is the money now?
PHINEAS: Bullshit.

I've got mouths to feed.

BERT: Sometimes I wake upin the middle of the night.

1, 2, 3, 4, we don't
want your races at all.

I can't do this anymore.

MIKE MCCARTHY: There mustbe something you still like

about fighting the good fight.

[explosion]

[yelling]

WOLF WEST: You're a bit skinnedat the moment, aren't you?

You insolent little prick.

Your world is gone!

Everybody's fair game!

[music playing]

[SINGING] I just
want to hold you.

I bought and sold you.

That's it.

Wait.

What?
No good.

Queers.

[hitting and grunting]

Where's your mother?

At the shop.

Jeez, already.

Well, some of us
have work to do.

[MUSIC - HELLO SAILOR, "WATCH YOUR BACK"]

[SINGING] Watch your back.Watch your back.

When you walking
down the alleys.

Watch your back.

Watch your back.

When you're out on the streets.

And there's danger on
the street these days.

You can't see it through
the fog and haze.

When everybody's going crazy.

Everybody's going crazy.

Everybody's going crazy.

DES MCEWEN: Thought
I made it clear

I was the one to call you.

TED WEST: Yep, and
then you never called.

DES MCEWEN: Oh, jeez, youpush your luck sometimes, Ted.

My luck has been bad eversince I teamed up with you,

Des.
- OK, OK.

Well, maybe that's
about to change.

Is the money here or not?

Yeah, it's here, I think.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

OK, look.

I'm pretty sure they're
meeting the money.

Meeting the money?

It's the only reason
I can think for--

For what?

Why they're skipping thenext game and going bush.

ROD: A thing like this, Rita--

it's all about trust.

That guy from Palmy
is very dodgy.

Funny.

He said the same
thing about you.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

Give you five for this.

Take it off your hands.

Love, what's wrong?

It came again.

What came?

Sod off, Rod.

What about her am I missing?

My period came.

I'll come back in a while.

A whole month oftrying, and still no baby.

We tried really hard anddid all the different baby

making positions, but
it's not happening.

I'm so sorry, love.

So I said I
should check my lady

bits at the doctor's and see ifeverything's doing its thing.

But Phineas said it's upto God and not some doctor,

and he doesn't likeother people playing God,

especially if they'realso playing with my bits.

And then he got old Phineas
and went into the shit

and smashed the wall.

And I know he's got a lot onhis mind with this baby thing,

and also, he's got no money.

The South African job'son hold and he's on edge.

I get all that.

But maybe I'm a terriblewife because I'm working all

the time, and maybe
what God is really

saying is that my job
and all the hours flying

is what's stopping
us having the baby.

But if I stop
working, we haven't

got any money coming in.

So maybe what God
is really saying

is that I can't have
a baby because I

have to keep paying the bills.

So maybe I should just
forget about the--

RITA WEST: Carol, Carol.

Just sh, all right.

Just shush.

It's got to be my fault.

Why?

Why can't it be his fault?

It can't be Phineas.

He has so much sperm.

It must be me.

TED WEST: It doesn't
matter how much

there is if his swimmers aren'tmaking it to the finish line.

But there's so much sperm.

How you doing, Mike.

How's the painting coming along?

Good.

[inaudible]

Hi, honey.

Hey, Riana.

Dave.

DAVE: [inaudible]

How are the wounds?

Sometimes, it's the wounds youcan't see that hurt the most.

Is that something
Mandela said?

No, it's something I'm saying.

OK, because it's
a pretty good one.

Dave reckoned someone
informed on him.

What?

No way.

When?

Warkworth.

[yelling]

The cops just came
out of nowhere,

like they were waiting for us.

Well, maybe they were.

I mean, it was a
fairly obvious target.

DAVE: Someone told them.

We already know
there's undercover cops

in the organization.

Yeah, well, don't look at me.

Way too short to be a cop.

Who says I'm looking at you?

No one.

It's just the way you
were looking at me.

Mate, do you want a
list of how many laws

I've broken for
this organization?

Heaps.

Yeah.

I suppose.

Don't worry about him.

He's on a lot of
pain medication.

I will tell you when
you tell me who this is.

And I'll tell you who this iswhen you tell me who this is.

Who who is?

I was given this number forMike in case of an emergency.

What's the emergency?

It's not the sort of emergencythat I tell anyone but Mike,

so is he there or not?

Mr. McCarthy'swhereabouts is of no concern

to you, whoever you are.

Is he at home, then?

MAN 1: If he is, he's
home sick and probably

doesn't want to talk to anyone.

So he's at home sick.

I never said that.

[knocking]

What the hell
are you doing here?

Oh, sorry to get you
out of your sick bed.

Not as sorry as I am.

Piss off.

I've got a problem.

MIKE MCCARTHY: So do I, andhe's standing on my doorstep.

How do you even
know where I live?

Oh, my nephew's
your paper boy.

I think it's funny a cop
lives on Kunekune Ave.

Yeah, yeah.

Hilarious.

Fuck off right now.

But you need to hear this.

It's going nuts
at the produce HQ.

They're getting paranoid
about undercover cops.

So?

So I'm going to
have to lay low.

Why?

Well, in case they find out.

So what if they do?

Are you scared they're goingto tie you up in macrame,

force feed you lentils?

You lay low when I tell you to.

Now turn around and walk away.

Go on.

Off you go.

OK.

No more information for you!

Keep going!

LEFTY MUNROE: Jeez.

Tough old world-- this
means we were retailing.

[hitting and grunting]

I caught these
young punks trying

to flog stuff from the store.

Stone washed jeans.

Bloody hell.

PHINEAS: I hope you
dealt with them.

Sure did.

It wasn't my young punk
and his mates, was it?

Nah.

Wolf's got way more
class than these pricks.

He's still giving
you jip, is he?

Hardly see the little
bastard these days--

him and his flash job.

Ah, nice of you to join us.- Sorry.

Sorry.

Here.

It's a beer, mate.

You drink it.

You're a funny bugger sometimes.

Spoke to Des today.

You won't get
that breath back.

He thinks the yarpies
are meeting the money.

He thinks.

TED WEST: They're skippingthe next two again.

Booking into some
lodge near Turangi.

A Rangipo lodge.

Rangipo.

Right.

The point is this is thefirst time they've deviated

from the tour schedule,
so maybe this is where

they're picking up the money.

In Turangi?

Yeah, I know.

It's a hunting lodge.

I've been there hunting.

Flash airs.

The weather was shit, so
the only thing I bagged

was a receptionist.

What goes around
comes around, eh?

But as a secluded placeto meet the money people,

it works.

Well, maybe they
want to get hunting.

And miss the Mary's game?

Maybe they're
just being racist.

TED WEST: As I was
saying, the yarpies

are going to be in
the middle of nowhere,

maybe with all their cash.

So I say we head down
there, book into--

Rangipo--

TED WEST: Lodge.

Find out which rooms the
bastards are staying in,

grab the money while
they're out hunting.

In and out job.

This place is
bloody expensive, Ted.

Five-star.

And our finances are not
five-star at the moment.

Well, maybe some of usbook in, do the business.

The others wait nearby asbackup, which means you're out.

Eh?

TED WEST: Well, if it cutsup rough with these bastards,

you're useless.

Don't worry.

You still get your cut.

So I guess Ted and Iwill check into the lodge.

We should just be able to
cover that for a night.

Why you two?

Gee, Burt.

Why do you think?

TED WEST: I think what
Lefty's trying to say,

Burt, is that our faces areless likely to arouse suspicion

with our Springbok friends.

Is this racism?

Yes, but in a good
way for all of us.

And maybe thatreceptionist is still there.

Even better.

MIKE MCCARTHY: But how do Iknow I'm not being diddled?

RITA WEST: You
offload your stuff

to Eric, who drives
it down the line,

where it gets sold in Palmyor New Plymouth or wherever

for the agreed price.

Then you take their goods,which Eric brings you,

and you sell them
for the price agreed.

ROD: Well, when you
put it like that, Rita,

I can see about 100
ways I'll be diddled.

Well, I guess that'swhere honesty comes in, Rod.

What's to stop someone sayingthey haven't sold a piece when

they have and keep the money?

Honesty, Rod.

ROD: And if someone
says they've sold

something for less when
they haven't and they

pocketed the difference?

It's this fucking thing
called honesty, Rod?

ROD: What's to stop
him keeping the stuff

we give him to transport,and he unloads it himself?

Because if he
did, I'd kill him.

Yeah.

This network is a great ideathat lessens all of our risk.

By trusting our
stuff to this loser.

ERIC: Well, he's taking
the most risk driving

around with stolen goods.

That's why I think that
my cut should be more.

Not going to happen, Eric.

ROD: OK, OK.

So then we get the
system up and running.

Who's keeping
track of the money?

I am.

So things are gettingsold left, right, and center

all over the show,
and you're keeping

track on who owes who what.

Yep.

And you can do
that, can you, Rita?

Absolutely.

So, what did you do on
this job of yours today?

Just business.

[thumping sounds]

What about your business?

How's that going?

Do you really want to know?

Sure.

It was like herding cats.

That's how it was today.

TED WEST: Yeah?

How so?

Do you actually want to know?

OK.

I'm trying to set up
a network of shops

around the North Island.

Here, T Route, Clive,
Palmy, and New Plymouth.

And any goods that arequestionable in one region

get shifted to anotherregion to be sold on behalf.

TED WEST: Away from prying eyes.

It's a good idea.

Thank you.

But it's not totally
straightforward.

What do you mean?

RITA WEST: Keeping track of themoney and who owes what to who.

TED WEST: Especially
when they're

dodgy bastards like Rod Nugent.

Exactly.

TED WEST: Plus maths hasnever been your strong suit.

I'm OK with maths.

You failed school C maths.

Yeah.

But that's only because I waggedmost of my classes to play

hide the sausage with you.

Still have that uniform?

Oh, for God's sake.

[laughter]

I'll have a look.

If you want to be jugglingall those numbers,

then that's fine.

How's business with you, Ted?

Do you actually have some?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

[clicking]

Jesus!

Don't move a muscle.

Now you know how it feels.

How what feels?

To be that trophy
stag I will bring down.

[laughter]

Relax, it's not loaded.

Or is it?

NGAIRE MUNROE: Don't
be an asshole, Lefty!

LEFTY MUNROE: But babe, I'mthe asshole you married.

And guess what?

I always will be.

Now put some clothes.

A [inaudible] would be good.

TED WEST: Falani come through?BERT: Yeah.

He scored some flash
wheels for the guys

who get to stay in
the hotel and put them

up in Mana Ru on the way out.

Good work.

You can take that
look off your face.

It's a hunting lodge.

We're hunters.

I need to look the part.

Just need to go for a slashbefore we hit the road, eh?

TED WEST: Well,
make it snappy, OK?

Hey, Carol.

- Hey, Bert.
- Where's Rita?

Bathroom.

The fuck, Bert?

We haven't got
long, and you need

to listen to me like you'venever listened to me before.

Why the hell
would I ever listen

to you in the first place?

Don't ask me how I know, butNgaire's rooting Mike McCarthy.

What?

How the fuck do you know that?

I asked you not
to ask me that.

Tough titty.

You don't just get
to barge in here

and blurt out something
like that without proof.

BERT: Well, I saw them.

Is that proof enough?

You saw them rooting.

BERT: I saw them
dancing in the undies.

It was kind of worse.

Where the hell
did you see that?

In a fucking dream?

McCarthy's place.

Kunekune Ave.

Why were you at
McCarthy's place?

Isn't the question,what was she doing there--

Are you his fucking
rat again, Bert?

No.

Yes.

Well, sort of, and that's awhole other bit of my life

I'm not proud of.

I'm infiltrating theanti-tour movement for him--

or I was.

The reason I was
at his place was

I went 'round there to
tell him where to stick

it, which is when I saw them.

I swear, Rita.

I swear I'm telling
you the truth.

She had on this
flash nighty thing

and he was in this
orange robe, and they

was laughing and dancingand having a right old time.

I know.

I did my hidden, too.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't know
what to do about it.

- Well tell Lefty.
- Why?

So he can kill her?

Or me, if he doesn'tbelieve me-- if he thinks

I'm lying because I'm the onesnitching to McCarthy, not her.

I'm telling the truth, Rita.

If you don't believe
me, bake me some

of your special lemon tins.

I'll eat the whole damned plate.

Happy hunting.

Oh, it will be.

See you later.

Oh, I might be a bit late.

I've made a decision.

Rita?

What?

I've made a decision.

About what?

About what you said.

When?

About how it might not bemy fault I can't get pregnant.

Rita?
- Yeah, got it.

With you.

So I'm finding out.

I've made an appointmentat family planning to get

tested while Phineas is away.

I feel like I'm cheating on him.

Also, like I'm cheating
on God, sort of.

Although God probably
already knows that.

Just take the
bloody test, Carol.

You're not cheating on anyone.

Yeah.

[inaudible speech on radio]

LEFTY MUNROE: The lodge isabout a mile up the road.

BERT: The lodge where
it's warm and dry?

LEFTY MUNROE: Yes, that one.

Everything turns
septic, one of us

will come back and get you.

OK.

Until then, cuddle
up and keep warm.

It's one night, guys.

We'll hit them and be gone.

Bloomin' typical.

The whites have the
guns and get all

the privileges while us brownfolk are left out in the cold.

Did you bring any food?

No, did you?

Oh man.

Mate, you need
to look the part.

- Oh, Mr. McQueen, welcome back.- Hello, Sally.

I love to see you again.

Now we have the room booked.One night.

Maybe two.
Queens.

Yes.

Just the one room?

Yes.

We don't plan on doing
a lot of sleeping.

Oh, right.

A lot like your
last visit, then?

With a little luck.

Can we just get
our key, please?

Oh, yes.

Certainly, Mr. Newman.

There you go.

And we were expecting
a message from a friend.

Has it arrived?

Oh, well, look.

It's not here, but I'lljust check in the office.

Thank you.

No [inaudible] I'm afraid.

Ah, that's all right.

Not important.

Thanks.

Steve McQueen and Paul Newman.

You could have attractedmore attention if you tried.

No, I'm Paul McQueen
and you're Steve Newman.

Oh, that's much better.

[inaudible] We can sort thesleeping arrangements later.

Your kids are
at school, right?

Yes, why?

So they won't see me do this.

[slapping and grunting sounds]

What the fuck was that for?

RITA WEST: Guess.

How long has it been
going on, Ngaire?

How long has
what been going on?

[slapping sound]

Jesus!

RITA WEST: I saw you.

I saw you in that pigger'shouse, so cut this shit!

Not long.

- Who started it?
- Does it matter?

RITA WEST: Yep.

Did he come on to you?

No, it was very much my idea.

RITA WEST: Are you
sure about that?

He didn't lure me into itand I'm not his informant.

Not yet.

NGAIRE MUNROE: Not ever.

I've made it clear that ifhe tries, then it is over.

You tell me about this--

it, Ngaire.

How the fuck did it start?

Kindness.

He showed me kindness.

So that's all it takes, is it?

Like you're a stray
fucking kitten!

NGAIRE MUNROE: Yeah, wellafter a life with Lefty,

it was a great fucking start.

I don't really care
what you think,

but Mike is a wonderful man.

Kind and gentle,
and he respects me.

He makes me feel like a--

like a woman.

He makes me laugh.

Do you know what
it's like living

with a cheating rat who
treats you like shit

and takes you for granted?

Comes home all hours,smelling like his latest slut.

Do you know how
that makes you feel?

Do you know what Mike
asked me the other day?

I shudder to think.

He asked me if I was
for or against the tour.

Very romantic.

NGAIRE MUNROE: He asked
me a question, Rita.

One that wasn't,
what's for dinner?

Mike wanted to know my thoughts.

He wanted my opinion.

And?

NGAIRE MUNROE: And
I burst into tears.

Yeah.

How fucking sad is that?

I don't know it had
to be Mike, but it is.

Lefty's a prick.

We all know he's a prick.

But come on.

Fucking McCarthy?

You think I haven't thoughtthat hundreds of times?

Every time I think aboutgoing back to his place--

every time I'm walking
to his door, and then

when I see how he looks at me--

he adores me.

When a man looks
at you like that,

how can you not
feel 10 feet tall?

It's the way I've seen countlesstimes the way Ted looks at you.

And you really
think that McCarthy's

going to make you happy?

He already does.

His name's Mike.

I don't know how shefound out, but she knows.

MIKE MCCARTHY: Calm down.

There's a solution here.

Calm down?

This is Rita we're
talking about.

She will not fuck around
with this information.

Jesus.

If the boys weren't out of town,then Lefty would know already.

And don't ask me where,
because I don't--

No, no, no.
I would never.

We agreed.

Yes, we did.

It's just that when
you said, the boys, I

think I know how she found out.

Bert Thompson.

Bert?

How the fuck does
Bert know about us.

Turned up here the other day.

You were in the
bathroom or something.

I told him to bugger off.

The little prick must
have sneaked a peek.

Christ.

Why was Bert here?

No, he's not
narcing on the gang.

It's something else.

Don't worry about Bert.

I can deal with him.

Before or after
he tells Lefty.

Bert won't tell.

He's a lot of things, is Bert--a much compromised individual.

But he's not going to goand bleat to Ted or Lefty

because he knows that shitwill rebound all over him.

He told Rita.
MIKE MCCARTHY: Exactly.

He told her because he
probably thinks she's

the best one to deal with it.

Leave him.

What?

Leave Lefty.

You and the girls come
and live here with me.

Problem solved.

And when Lefty comes afteryou, I'll be there in spades

to defend you.

And I will destroy Lefty, and Iwill have so much fun doing it.

I care for you, Ngaire.

It'll be a new beginning
for both of us.

No.
No.

We don't have to stay here.We can move.

I can't do this now.
MIKE MCCARTHY: Stay.

Let's talk about it.

I can't be here.

[rain falling]

South African bastards.

They should be inNapier, not here in hell.

Hell is hot.

I should be in
Napier while they

get their asses
kicked by the Marys,

not freezing my gonads off here.

South African bastards.

Did you have
tickets to the game?

Eh?

You said you
should be in Napier.

Yeah, something like that.

Is that because you're a Mary?

What?

Did you get offered ticketsbecause you're a Mary?

Something like that.

How come I didn't
get offered tickets?

I guess you don't
know the right Marys.

Is there any more food?

No.

Oh, here we go.

TED WEST: They're meant to beout in the bush bloody shooting

things.

LEFTY MUNROE: Yeah,
I'm thinking hunting

of the four legged varietyis off the menu today.

Can't blame them, really.

Weather's shit.

Maybe tomorrow.

TED WEST: Well,
they leave tomorrow.

How do you know?

The book at the front desk.

If the money's
here, it's here now.

Too often with the
pain in his neck.

[laughter]

Come on.

Where?

- We'll do it now.
- Eh?

Well, they're just in
the bloody corridor.

In about 20 minutes,those rooms are going to be

full of rotting boars, OK?

It's now or never.

LEFTY MUNROE: What
are we looking for?

Bag big enough to hold a lotof cash would seem logical.

LEFTY MUNROE: Have
you noticed what

all these rooms have in common,apart from the complete lack

of money?

They all smell the same.

[sniffing]

Kind of gamy.

Do you think all SouthAfricans smell like that, Ted?

Lefty.

Well, that's a lot smallerthan a big bag of money.

Wow.

Result. It's not here, Ted.

Fucking look, it might be.

Does it even exist, Ted?

This mythical money.

Me-- I don't think
it does exist.

Never has.

I think we've been chasingour tails this whole time

because Des McEwen loves
a joke and he hates you,

and we are that joke and heis laughing his socks off.

Oh my God.

What?

What's this
stuff called again?

Biltong.

Well, that explains the smell.TED WEST: Yeah, OK.

All right.
You've made your point.

LEFTY MUNROE: The one timewhen everybody [inaudible] is

looking the other
way, when we could

be doing any bloody job we wantand making a fucking fortune--

instead, what have we
got to show for it?

Biltong.
- Hey.

You fucking agreed, all right?

And we all signed off on this.- Yeah.

Yeah, we did, didn't we?

We all followed you on thiswild fucking goose chase.

The money is not here, Ted.

There is no fucking money!

[doorknob rattling]

Yeah.

[inaudible]

[groaning]

Eventually, he's
going to want to piss.

He walks in, bam to the
head, then we leg it.

That's your best idea?

Well, have you
got a better one?

[groaning]

[thump]

What was that?

I don't know.

[indistinct whispering]

[groaning]

Shit.

Are you all right there, mate?Hey.

What the fuck are you doing?

Let's go, let's go.

TED WEST: Can't leave him!

Hey!

What are you doing?

This isn't your room!

Is this your mate?

We were just walking past.

The door was open, and thisguy's lying on the floor.

[inaudible] He forgets
to carry his pills.

There you go.

There you go.

[non-english speech]

You're a stupid bastard.

Carry these on you all the time.

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for your help, man.

Yeah, yeah, no worries.

I'm Yanni.

I'm Steve.

This is--

Paul.

Paul.

Reckon you saved his life.

Oh.

So are you here
to threaten me?

MIKE MCCARTHY: You?

Jesus, Rita.

Give me some credit.

I do know there are some peoplewhere threats just won't work.

RITA WEST: So why
are you here, then?

Are you looking for a specialgift for a special someone?

In a manner of speaking.

I'm after your mercy.

Right.

Well, that's not aquality I'm legendary for.

Yet I'm sure you're
still capable of it.

Rita, you hold
all the aces here.

What happens next
is all down to you.

And I am fucking
thrilled about that.

I bet you are.

What about Bert?

What if he blabs?

Bert is a coward who
told you so it wouldn't

be his problem anymore.

Look, I know the
boys are out of town,

and for once, I don't givea shit what they're up to.

All I care about is that
we have a window here

to do the right thing.

RITA WEST: What the fuck
is right about shagging

someone's wife?

MIKE MCCARTHY: I'm a
better man than he is.

Surely even you can see that.

All right.

So I'm just meant to turna blind eye so Ngaire

can trade up to a fucking cop.

MIKE MCCARTHY: So Ngaire and Ican see where this thing goes.

I don't see it
going anywhere good.

Maybe.

But I think we deserve
the right to find out.

We?
You and Ngaire?

Yeah.

Me and Ngaire.

I want to make her happy.

I want to look after her.

I just want her.

Jesus Christ.

Aren't you two a bit old forthis Romeo and Juliet bullshit?

You're never too
old for love, Rita.

Or mercy.

I'll leave it with you.

RITA WEST: Yeah, why not?

Every other fucker has.

No disrespect, Steve,
but do you know what I

really hate about your country?

The fact that
everyone hates you?

No, no, no.

It's just a few subversivesstirring up trouble.

We've met many good peoplehere in New Zealand.

People like yourself whobelieve sport is sport and rugby

is rugby!

Rugby!

Rugby!

Now, do you know what I
hate about your country?

The fact that
everyone can vote,

no matter what their color?

[laughter]

Man, you're a funny fucker!

[laughter]

Hey, if you want to let yourkaffirs vote, that's fine.

That's your business.

MAN 2: You're not bloodysurrounded by the bastards.

It was a draw, 12-all.

Dodgy last minute
drongo, apparently.

Who gives a shit?

How come you guys
skipped this game.

You've been to all the others.

Have we, Steve?

Well, I don't know.

Somebody said something.

MAN 2: It was bad
enough that we had

to play against the
kaffirs, but to be

in a stadium full ofwhites cheering on a bunch

of coloreds-- fuck that.

First, you play
against kaffirs.

The next thing, you have
kaffirs in your team

wearing the Springbok jersey.

MAN 2: So we decide
to go hunting instead.

And that's what I
hate about your country.

The fucking weather.

[laughter]

MAN 2: Yeah.

I want to shoot something,not hunt beaver.

[laughter]

[knocking]

Carol.

Rita.

Is Ngaire here?

She's getting changed.

Into what?

This hostess I know fromPan-Am swears by jazzercise,

so I gave it a try and loved it.

Ngaire!

I think it might
help me get pregnant.

You think everythingmight help you get pregnant.

Well, yeah.

Also, it's fun.

But it is more fun withothers, and then Ngaire said

she'd like to give it a try.

You know, burn a few calories.

Yeah, it's always
important to look

your best for your husband.

CAROL: We would have
asked you to join,

but you know, we didn't
think it was your thing.

RITA WEST: Don't
let me stop you.

CAROL: OK.

WOMAN ON TV: Coming down,growing taller with the head,

feeling long and lean
and ready to jazzercise.

And here we go.

And 1, and 2, 3, and 4.

And switch it, 6, you're
doing really great.

And pretty soon, my
jazzercisers are going

to join us to help me help you.

PHINEAS: You know what this is?

Freezing.

This is racism.

This is just how the blacksare treated in South Africa--

forced to suffer while thewhite men live in luxury.

I would kill for a pint.

Well, bugger this.

PHINEAS: Where to?

We're going hunting.

Oh, actually, mate, I
might call it a night.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, you want to know a secret?

Sure, why not?

The whole place is fucked.

Anyone with any
brains is leaving.

Leaving where?

South Africa.

The republic.

Oh, yeah.

Right.

Yeah, it's a numbers game,and they outnumbered us.

They?

The blacks.

There are millions of them.

Like millions and millions,and they breed fast, too.

And they're going to
take over, are they?

No doubt there, my friend.

It's just a matter of when.

My friends and me-- we
look into the future

and we see terrorists
like Mandela

sweeping in and taking control.

It will be a bloodbath.

And do you know why?

Because we treat the
blacks like shit, Steve.

We're truly awful
to them and they're

really pissed off about it.

Do you know what we're
going to do about it?

Make more laws
to oppress them?

[laughter]

No, not the government.

Us.

We're buying land
here in New Zealand.

Browns Bay.

Have you heard of it?

Yeah, Auckland.

The north shore.

Yeah, yeah.

Browns Bay!

[laughter]

White people living
in Browns Bay!

[laughter]

Too funny!

[laughter]

Is that legal?
Buying land here?

I thought you had to jumpthrough all sorts of hoops.

My friend, when you
have cold, hard cash,

many things can be boughtand many doors opened.

Didn't think you could takemoney out of South Africa.

You can't unless you
have a very big yacht.

Then you can sell your moneyanywhere in the world you want.

You have a yacht?

I have a very big yacht.

It's my pride and joy.

I would love to
see this yacht.

Is it in New Zealand?

Soon, soon.

Soon.

Maybe you can visit me inmy house in Browns Bay,

and I will take you on my yacht.

I would like that very much.

[glasses clinking]

[laughter]

LEFTY MUNROE: OK, let's
fucking shoot something!

[cheering]

Are you sure this is the way?

I see lights.

I swear if a wild pig
comes around the corner,

I'm going to eat it raw.

The light has food.

We break in, find some food,and then finding Ted and Lefty

and crash in their room.

MAN 2: Here, have a go.

Very light.

A Remington 700.

You can shoot anything with it.

Leopard, giraffe, baboon.

Colored bastards come to stealour money-- take our women.

[gunshot]

Fuck!

LEFTY MUNROE: Mate,
this is New Zealand!

You can't just go
around shooting people

just because they're colored!

Why not?

You just can't!

But you can scare the livingdaylights out of them.

[gunshots and laughter]

CAROL: I find out tomorrowif I can, you know--

Come and see me
as soon as you know.

I will.

See you, then.

Bye, Ngaire.

Well?

Someone very wise oncesaid something about keeping

your enemies close.

Do you know the saying
I'm talking about?

Is that what I am?

Your enemy?

You're an enemy to the
way I want things to be.

So yeah.

Are you going to tell Lefty?

Here's what's going to happen.

You are going to
come and work for me

for actual pay at the Galleria.

You won all the prizes atschool for bookkeeping, right?

A long time ago.

What's this got to do--

RITA WEST: At the
Galleria, you are going

to help me move money around--

money earned from stolen goods.

So every time you do this,you'll be committing a crime.

This is so when your tacky,bloody affair becomes

public knowledge, whichit will, that if McCarthy

decides to take
it out on me, then

I will take you down with me.

OK?

So you're not
going to tell Lefty?

And you're not going totell McCarthy about our deal.

What shall I tell him?

That I'm biting my lipwhen I should be shouting

it from the bloody rooftops.

Hm.

Tell him he's
lucky that Lefty's

a bigger prick than he is.

And if you want to
go and do that now,

I'll babysit your kids.

Thank you.

You're fuckin' welcome.

[snoring]

[cars running]

[crying]

CAROL: All my bits andpieces are fully operational.

That's what they said.

So there's no reason why
I can't get pregnant.

There is one.

He's shooting blanks.

CAROL: When Phineascomes, it's like someone's

turned a sperm hose on.

They can't all be
blanks, can they?

[honking]

Ladies, ladies!

The mighty white
hunters have returned!

We almost bagged us some[inaudible] but they got away.

You're not funny, Lefty.

LEFTY MUNROE: Hey,
I saved your life.

Where's the gratitude?

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I just missed you so much.

PHINEAS: Hot bath and bed?

CAROL: What a lovely idea.

Productive trip?

No.

But most definitely yes.

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