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You're the narc.

The cop.

If you want the cops off your back, over the... They're going to need a

sacrifice. And it's me, isn't it?

Over and out of here!

If I ever see you again, we will be taking that walk in the bush. Am I clear

that? Go with Jethro. Go on.

Gentleman girl, your daughter.

Pack up the kids and then get them around here.

Rita, what is going on? I'm dealing with it. He threatened to kill you.

Come on, Cheryl.

Not until I know everything has been put right.

The rest when it's done.

Sparky, you're not dead.

How do you know?

Because you're standing here getting dressed and we're talking.

Yeah, what if those are all things I can do when I'm dead?

Sparky, there's only one dead person today and it's not you.

How do you know?

Go outside and to the sun, and if you don't burst into flames, then you're not

dead. I'm not a vampire.

Let's go.

Okay.

Want a hit?

Pass.

You okay?

Van managed to get food all over his fucking shirt just by walking past the

kitchen.

Bloody reader in this bloody circus.

So, has Wolf shown up?

No. And if he does?

I will probably kick him in the balls.

So, will you tell him about us?

You know.

I'm thinking not, Eric.

That work for you?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I'd say so. Yep.

Take that one to the grave.

As it were.

Sit down.

I didn't come for a guilt trip, okay?

Go get the kids.

Just bloody sit.

Have some breakfast.

The kids are staying here.

You should do the same.

Look, I get this protective grandparent thing you guys are going for.

But Figgs is my problem. I've told you this.

And now that I got the cops off our back and tied up all the loose ends from

Bianca's fucked up job, I will deal with it. Son, I thought we made Frankie's

position quite clear to you.

Death threats?

Real scared. He doesn't fuck around, Wolf.

Those guys who jumped me in prison? Yeah, I'm well aware of that. The

thing to do is to circle the wagons, get everybody here. I'll send Finn round to

your place and get your stuff.

Nah. Where are you going? The sensible thing is to sort this shit out now.

Woof!

Oh, look at this.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

You like sneaking up on people, do you?

Usually avoided where I can.

You alone?

Yeah.

Brave man.

I thought house calls was how we do things now.

Better be careful though, Frankie.

Word gets out you like sneaking into little girls' houses.

People start thinking you're a pedo.

I wouldn't have had to talk to her at all if her father was around.

How are your daughters?

Spoken to Bianca?

She's done a runner, right?

Think about it, mate.

All the shit that's happened, the drugs and the bikes back then, the drugs and

the cars now.

Have you seen the pattern?

She's not the saint you think she is, mate.

You just don't get it, do you, mate?

Saint or not, she's gone.

And Krypton, fucking ruined.

By you.

Your stupid mates.

And your fucking family.

So anger is all I have left.

The way I see it, you've got two choices.

One, you go and kill yourself.

I can live with that. Why would I do something stupid like that? Two, you go

home to that flash house of yours.

Carry on with your life.

Young man like you, young family, feel better.

That's exactly what I'm trying to make happen. But just know that at some

out of nowhere, there's a bullet with

your name on it.

And you won't see it coming.

That's your final word on it, is it?

No.

Final word is get the fuck off my property.

So, how are we feeling today?

I don't know why I keep saying we.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Just checking in, love.

I don't need you to check in, Ted. I'm just waiting for the North End to pass.

Don't you have a job on the go?

I do, yeah. But I was thinking maybe I could put it off you. I'm fine, Pete.

Just go.

Jesus,

kill me now.

Catch you up later, eh, Tit?

Unless you need a hand.

No, no, no, you, uh, finish your breakfast.

You want a bacon buddy for the road?

Everything all right, Tit?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Because we can do this later if you want. Just drive, Bert. Okay, driving.

Sorry,

Rita.

What the fuck?

I was busting for a piss and I couldn't take the knock.

You and every other bastard in this house.

Did you really get a lock on this door, eh? You'd think so, Phil.

Is that too much to ask?

Right now, I'm writing a list of all the shit that needs doing around this

place, and you know what is number one on that list?

Get a lock on the... Get a lock on the fucking bathroom door!

Ah.

Must be loving the big job.

A lot's happening.

Yep, seems to be coming together okay.

Must feel good.

I mean, with Rita at home and the cancer and stuff, must be a good distraction.

Yeah.

What time do you say Filani was turning up again?

About now.

Not bad.

She'll spice it.

Step up from the Mazda Bongo you usually go for. The Mazda Bongo is still my go

-to job vehicle of 1990.

As a getaway vehicle, the Bongo is in a class of its own.

However, unfortunately, the cops also know this.

The Bongo is a victim of its own success.

Yeah, cool story.

These other vehicles on the list, how are we going with that?

The flatbed is currently being repainted at my cousin's shop as requested. And

the big ticket item was right behind me.

Kia ora. Is this choice or what?

Bert, when did Araha come on board?

She said you'll call it.

You fellas need me and you know it.

Do we?

Bert?

Do we need her?

Well, if I'm needed inside, you are.

Then... someone needs to drive the truck.

Which I nicked, so it's mine.

Her cut comes out of your cut. And if she screws up, it's on you.

She said you were cool with this. Am I cool with it?

Not even close to cool.

Well, I never actually said. I just let you think. And he will be cool with it

once he gets used to the idea. You can't be here.

Why can't I be here? Because I'm your uncle, Wynne. I forbid it.

You forbid it? Yeah, I forbid it.

And don't get left behind, huh? I forbid that too.

I should put you back on a bus to the bay.

Oh, Ted said I'm on board. Well, Ted... Ted isn't your uncle.

Mr Burt, I must say, having seen her skills, I don't know how as a Jedi when

comes to kind of rubbish truck conversion. I don't care.

Well, you should.

Thanks, Villani.

You should be thanking me, Uncle Burt. That rubbish truck was the hardest

vehicle on your list to score, and I got it done all by myself.

So, unless you want me to take it back to the depot, I say it buys me a place

the team.

Also strong with this one.

Hey, I thought maybe you'd changed your mind.

And I thought while you were talking to Figgs it might be safe to dash in and

grab some clothes.

Well done on making it back here alive, by the way.

Figgs is full of it. What you need to do now is empty the car so we can go back

to normal.

Normal? I've got no idea what normal is anymore. I'm not fucking thrilled about

that.

Look, after all the shit recently, maybe Ted and Rita's been such a bad place

for us.

I'll give you a chance to spend some time with your mum.

I'm not going back there, babe. I have to show Figgs I'm not scared of him.

Yeah, you be a big man, Wolf. Leave the family stuff to me. Our family's the

reason I'm doing this.

Uncle Bert used to be so cool.

Yeah, and now he's just Uncle Bert.

You'd think he'd be proud of me, but no. He's just like every other man of his

generation. Ageism, sexism and fascism.

That's what it is.

I feel you.

A few years ago, I was forced to be Mr Ted's locksmithing apprentice.

Tough times indeed.

It wasn't until I got back out with my own posse that I felt my mojo replenish.

And speaking of low mojo... Hey, hey, hey.

Eric. What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I deserved a pint after the saga that was the last 24 hours.

Shouldn't you be in jail by now? Oh, not yet, mate, not yet. She was touch and

go, though.

Full -noise police tracks it was.

We played cat and mouse for hours.

All over West Auckland.

Yeah, it was only fate they managed to catch up with me.

Oh, come on, mate.

Well, if I at least finished the pipe.

Needless to say, some police brutality ensued.

Ended up back in the interrogation room, getting the once over, but I told them

nothing. Do what you want. I'm not telling you anything. Beat me with a

book. I don't care.

Why would we beat you with a phone book?

Isn't that what you do? That doesn't leave a bruise?

But if you beat anyone with anything hard enough, it leaves a bruise.

I mean, happy to give it a try if you want.

Hey, no.

What I want, what I want is I know my rights, so I want my lawyer.

Get me my lawyer.

So what happened?

Well, they got me my lawyer.

And then what?

Got out this morning, came here, beer o 'clock.

That's the kind of shit I want to do with my life.

You don't want Eric's life.

My version of it.

Ours.

We're the future, Polanyi. You and me.

We are?

We're the new breed.

We should stick together.

Cool. Just sticking together sounds cool.

How long are they staying this time?

I'm not sure I'll live to see the end of it.

Put a lock on the fucking bathroom door.

Clean out crap under sink.

Put the stuff to do before you die list.

I haven't really thought of it that way, but...

Yes, both, sir.

Seen a few of these.

Is it because of the AIDS?

Yes, Finn.

You're going about it all the wrong way.

It's supposed to be your deepest desires, not locks on bathroom doors.

A lock on the bathroom door is my deepest desire.

Well, you've got to think bigger and bolder, but also achievable. No point in

planning to climb Mount Everest.

What about tango lessons?

Last time I tangoed, I fucked Danny Peters. Oh, right. Moving along then.

I bought casserole.

Another one.

The freezer's only so big, you know.

Sorry.

I apologise.

In fact, it's about time we got rid of that bloody dodgy freezer downstairs.

What's this?

We're helping Rita with her before -a -car -get list.

It's like a wish list, but at the end, you die.

Oh, Jesus, Carol.

I'm so sorry, Rita.

It's just seeing you confront your own death.

It's also... It makes me so proud.

Carol, you need to get your shit together.

Of course. Yes.

But there are a lot of important decisions that need to be made, like

music, or if you want to have photo boards. Carol!

It's about fun things Rita can do while she's still alive.

Oh, right.

But if you don't put your affairs in order, you only leave chaos behind you.

Carol!

List of fun things.

Fun things.

Got it.

But we can't forget that a funeral will, at some stage, be happening.

Never fear, I'm not someone here to kill you.

I'll bring a box of beers and sympathetic ears.

Beers sound good.

I don't blame you for feeling a little edgy.

Why would I be edgy?

Because you can't stop thinking of Frankie killing you.

He's all talk.

And I would never challenge your wolf instincts.

But even if you were shitting yourself a little, that'd be okay, considering the

ultra -violence Mr. Frankie has dealt out in the past.

What?

Is everything all right?

You mean apart from Keith being a rat and the cops investigating us and

wanting to kill you?

Yeah.

Things have never been better.

Buried or cremated?

Don't care.

If you're cremated, we can sprinkle your ashes somewhere special.

Fuck. Buried, then.

Good. Then we can come visit you.

What's this?

It's my list.

What's a wham sandwich?

George Michael, Andrew Ridley, me in the middle.

Bilky, for the last time, George and Andrew are not gay.

And writing your list is insensitive while we write lists for Rita.

G'day, g'day.

Just swinging by to see the Sparkmaster.

We're just writing a list for Rita.

All the things she needs to do before she kicks the bucket.

A bucket list.

Let's write one of those too before I head off to the slammer.

Okay, let's talk assets.

Assets. What are you going to do with all your property and valuable

after you're gone?

Like the Galleria.

Would you be interested in selling?

Or are you going to leave it to Ted?

Sparco, how's it going, mate?

I fear it's going to take too much current.

So have I.

Yeah, toaster will toast, blender will blend, but too much current pushes the

fuse beyond its limit.

Delicate filament melts, burns, and suddenly... Sparks, what the hell have

taken?

And have you got some for me?

Because after today, as I stare at a future behind bars, I have got a...

Serious need to get wasted.

Dope's in the freezer.

What? Why?

I smoke when it's cold.

Oh, I love you like a brother, Swaggy.

Who are you again?

Oh.

Bloody hand wanted to buy the Galleria.

If you'd like to give it up your hands.

You think you can afford it?

Probably.

You should probably take a day or two to think about it.

Thanks for the offer, Cheryl, but I'm not quite ready to part with it just

It's the only place I can sit and have a smoke without any interruptions.

It is quiet, that's for sure.

Oh, look who's here.

Everybody.

What have I done to deserve this visit?

No idea.

One minute I'm in the sunbed, then Carol calls and I'm being dragged around here

before I can even moisturise. Thanks, Lefty.

What?

I'm so sorry, Rita. I called Nairie while you were in the loo. It just felt

she should be here in case the conversation turned to... You know, my

Well, yeah.

Fake Carol.

All right, fuck it.

Who wants to add something to my stupid list?

Well, if it were up to me, I'd probably take you on a ladies weekend to Vegas,

have some of Bill Keith's sandwich.

They need to go around.

Where do you think Keith is right now?

Who cares?

Me, kind of.

I know he's a rat and doesn't deserve mutual respect, but he was a part of the

gang and now he's gone.

And Sparky, he's a speed freak.

And Eric's gonna be somebody's bitch in jail.

It's a whole new era, Filani.

Can you even have a two -person gang?

This is only temporary anyway.

Hmm.

Once we get through this shit with Figs, we'll come back.

Stronger than ever.

Wise words, Wolf.

I've been thinking about the future, too.

In the future, I settle down and buy a house and have lots of children.

I've even been thinking about buying a tow truck.

What's brought this on?

Well, unless this whole day has been a dream, and I don't think it has, I've

finally met Mrs. Fulani.

Bullshit. That is she.

And you just met her?

And yet I know she's the only woman I will ever want to be with.

Just like you and Jill.

Right.

Just remember, when you're a father, it's all on.

You're never not on duty.

Except for now.

Yeah, not right now. No.

You guys have an ascending.

Not that I know of.

I reckon a night at the Playboy Mansion would be a bit of a right.

Oh, really?

Am I coming too?

Yeah, of course, love.

I'd hire one of those mechanical bucking bulls, pop a bit of acid.

Best one ever.

I'd like to help all the children in their song where they don't know what

Christmas is.

You want to feed the world, Ben?

Oh, I just want them to know what day Christmas is.

Hey, there.

We're full of a few.

We're working on Rita's exit wish list.

Playboy Mania. With the bucking bull.

Yeah, I just want to buck on a bull, you know. But, you know, it's not actually

about... What the hell are you playing at, woman?

I should probably shoot.

I'm so sorry, Rita. I shouldn't have pushed you into this.

It's not your fault, Carol.

I'll go and make sure he's okay.

Good night, Cheryl.

He's still here.

Just keeping it on, Spocky.

Making sure he doesn't stick his dick in a power socket.

Well, he seems okay right now.

He's a lot right at heart.

You want a hat?

You know what? After the last couple of days, I wouldn't mind getting a little

out of it.

Hey, that's the story, morning glory.

I know what you're going through, Ted.

I really do.

Cheers, mate.

The way the cancer is eating away at Rita's life force.

It's just like... The time Brian took Carol away from me.

Sure it's quite the same thing, Phineas.

Well, Brian was like a tumor that just kept growing and growing.

One who knew karate as well.

Anyway, anytime you need some space...

Caravan saved my soul when Carol and I split.

Well, just long as you know my door's always open.

Cheers, mate.

Cheers.

You can crash in the spare room if you want.

I'll sleep on the couch with one eye open.

Nothing's going to happen, Filani.

Then I will see nothing happen.

Hey, mate.

Congratulations on finding Mrs Filani.

Thanks, Wolf.

I hope she's a keeper.

Oh, she is.

She is.

Yeah, but why is Wolf always so pig -headed?

Pride is a powerful drug, Cheryl. No, don't make it sound more honourable than

it is, Eric.

He's just being a tosser.

The other thing that pisses me off the most is that after all this crap, I'm

one sitting here worrying about him.

You know, if there is one thing I learnt getting beaten to a pulp by Frankie's

mate is that trying to be the big man doesn't always pay off.

Exactly. That right there, that's the kind of father I need for my kids.

Sure.

Thanks, Cheryl.

If you ever need anything, anything at all, I'm here for you.

Always.

Except when I go to prison.

Really?

That's lovely.

There is something you could do for me to know if you're up for it.

Well, you know me, Shazza.

Always up for everything.

And so I said to Brian, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And if

my kids aren't getting a balanced diet, then you are stealing their futures away

from them.

And I don't mind them having the odd little snack because it's important to

food from other countries.

But Brian's mother is being such a bitch about it, she thinks the food pyramid

is a hoax, funded by big American cereal companies.

And then the other day, Brian sent me a photo of the kids with bright green

tongues. And you know what that means, don't you? Fucking K -bars.

Carol.

Yes?

You are talking so much shit right now.

Am I? Which usually means you have something to say and you're not saying

I've been thinking about Peds.

Okay.

This list you're writing, it doesn't mention him once.

The list is a joke, Carol. To you, maybe.

But he's the one who's got to live life without you.

Anyway, that's what I've been thinking.

Eric! Oh, what the fuck did he do that for?

I thought you were an intruder. Oh, who came in peace.

Oh, gee, that's weird. What if he was just knocking on the door? Oh, I didn't

want to wake anyone.

What the fuck, man?

Oh, I told Cheryl that I'd come round and make sure that everything was okay.

She asked you to come over?

Yeah.

What do you reckon?

Well, I could... Go and be wolf.

Or we could light up another one of these bad boys and enjoy each other's

company.

Please.

Yeah, she was very insistent that I come over and check on you.

And convince me to move back to Mum and Dad's? Yep, yep, yep. There was

something along those lines.

Oh, my back.

Oh, I guess I'll just stay here then.

Where did you end up?

Out the back.

Getting counseling from Phineas.

I had the same in here from Carol.

She's worried about you.

She reckons that I should pay more attention to your feelings.

You can't run away from this, Ted.

You just have to face the facts. I am dying.

And there's nothing that you or I can do. You don't think I know that?

That's all I think about, Rita.

Now, you won't be here when I come to bed at night or when I wake up in the

morning.

How the fuck am I supposed to get used to that?

Well, if all you're worried about's an empty bed... What?

Well, I'm asking you to join the priesthood, kid.

You'll find someone else eventually.

You'll have to. Jesus Christ.

Those hardy West Coast jeans of yours?

They'll be chugging away for decades.

And one day, in the future, you'll look back at all of this and realise...

Ancient history.

You know this whole go out in a blaze of glory thing that you got going on?

It's just selfish bullshit.

Ancient history.

We made that.

You and I.

know what it means without you.

Well, you'll just have to learn.

Starting early, fellas.

Rude not to.

Any other disturbances in the night, except for numbnuts yet?

Pretty. Apart from numbnuts, nada.

Told you there was nothing to worry about.

Fig isn't going to do shit.

Oh, nice day to have a pool party, though.

Celebrate my freedom while I laugh.

Good timing.

Put this on and we'll get you started on the veggies.

I'm teaching you how to make me gifts.

Now?

Yes, now.

After I'm gone, we can't have you down in the fish and chip shop every evening.

You'll probably get scurvy.

I know how to handle myself in the kitchen, Rita.

A barbecue is not a kitchen, Ted.

And I'm not taking all my best through the best of the grave with me.

So come on.

Put your apron on.

And if you do it to my satisfaction, there will be rewards.

What kind of rewards?

The very best kind.

Well done.

And Bob's your auntie.

And now we wait.

Now do I get my reward?

Ted, are you okay?

Mum, why is Grandma biting Grandpa's thingy? Has he been naughty?

Oh, for God's sake, boys, room now.

Mum, do you ever bite Dad when he's been naughty?

Besides, it's a pack of brain jokes.

It doesn't matter, does it? The boys cooked a bloody meatloaf.

And it looks amazing, Ted.

It smells good, too.

Aromatic. Always wear a cap, Theodore.

No, I didn't.

Don't lie or I'll bite you in the cock.

Shut up and sit down. No one is biting anyone. We're having a special meal.

Sorry I'm late.

Right on time, Bert.

Today, we are celebrating Ted with Emancipation.

In just a few short hours, and after a few false starts, Ted has turned himself

into a bloke who can cook.

Which means, when I'm six feet under, he can still live a full and happy life.

Without getting fish and chips every night and contracting scurvy.

I lost two teeth to scurvy.

Back ones go first.

Cheers for that, Sparky.

Dig in, everyone.

I wonder

who will get out

first.

What do you mean?

Eric from prison or you from the dog box?

Probably me.

I'm just saying, time off for good behaviour and Cheryl does seem pretty

off. They all are.

I'm a piece of shit, apparently.

Like I knew Frankie was going to be here.

Like I didn't have a hundred other things to be dealing with.

It's been a lot.

Still, I feel the universe is poised to throw us a bone.

Speak for yourself, mate.

I was.

Well, you're not the one going to prison, are you?

Or the one with an axe hanging over your head? For fuck's sake, Sirik. There's

no axe.

Everything will be fine.

Still going to prison, though.

Many times that I want you, you won't come to me.

You reckon my touch, oh, is a waste place.

I had one more lesson learned than the honey of the moon.

But you just want me... Ted West, this is divine.

Not bad at all, Ted.

I've had a few meatloaves in my time.

Oh, boy.

And this is one of the best.

Better than Mammy?

Not quite as good as Carol's.

Thanks, Linnaeus.

Honestly, kid, this is so beautiful and moist.

You should be on the tally with Des Britain.

Or Hudson and Halls. No, I'm afraid Peter and David have moved to London,

that doesn't take anything away from the excellent meatloaf, kid.

Let me

know if you change your mind about selling.

Don't worry, study plant. I will.

This is quite the transformation, Ted.

Well, you know, this old dog's got a few tricks left in him yet. I'll say.

Left he can't even boil an egg. Very funny.

I'll give you the recipe if you like, mate. Nah, she'd never trust me in the

kitchen anyway.

Ignore him. He has no idea how attractive kitchen skills are in a man.

Eric,

has anyone ever told you you're a useless sloth?

Heaps of times, actually.

I'll get out of the pool if I were you. Unless you want to get wrinkled, Dick.

I'm making the most of it while I can.

Plus it's soothing on my aching nut.

Oh, I'm going to miss this.

It's aching nuts. No.

You laying around while other people clean up your mess.

I hang out, smoking, drinking and talking about chicks and stuff. I mean,

all that's about, right?

Whatever you say, mate.

kind of feeling all over right now. You know that kind of feeling?

You better not be pissing in my pool.

I'm not.

Better fucking not be.

Useless sloth.

I'll see you now. Good night.

Buck?

Bonnie?

Carol? Yes?

I've been thinking about what you said, about how Ted's going to cope when I'm

gone.

I know it's going to be tough for him, but I think that there are certain

that could make his life a whole lot better.

Like having another woman around.

Oh, Rita, that's not something you need to worry about. No, I'm not worried

about it.

In principle, fine with Ted moving on.

Life is long, Carol. Ted is going to need another woman, and truth be told,

not overly fussed about who that woman is.

But I do have a limit, and one of those limits is that the woman is not Nairie.

Nairie, Nairie.

She would never do that. Oh, please, Carol.

She definitely would.

Which is where you come in.

Me? You have to stop her.

Me? Think of it as my dying wish.

How the hell am I going to stop Ted? By making sure that Ted's needs are met.

All of his needs.

Oh, it shouldn't be too boring for you. He's a great man. Jesus, Rita.

Ted West.

Hey, Bilky, can you turn that down?

When?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Was that Wolf?

No, it was Eric.

Apparently Filani's been shot.

Filani and I were taking out the rubbish.

We'd had a few drinks by the pool.

Then this bloke walked up.

The car parked across the road, and then he opened fire.

How many shots?

Two, I think.

And then I knocked him out.

You know the gunman?

None of this Thor's bullshit now.

Do you know him?

No.

Is there anything else?

Because we kind of need to go to the hospital.

And he didn't say anything before he opened fire?

Had your mate received any death threats before this?

Filani. Well, not that I know of. Why?

Why do you think this guy was targeting Filani?

Yeah, I know this prick.

Fascist piece of scum. Not too keen on brown people living in his country.

Unless there's a reason he was after one of you two. Like I said, I've never

seen this guy before in my life.

Me neither.

Well, your mate was lucky you were here.

Guess so.

Is that all you need?

Yeah.

Why don't you tell him about Faith?

We're going to talk to the cops.

He sent that guy.

You know that, right?

He'll be alright, right?

Maybe he has to be, right?

It's only some of the toughest guys I know in their own way.

So who was it?

The shooter?

No idea.

Just a random act of violence.

Solomona reckons that he was one of those fascists going after Fulani

he's brown.

Is that so?

No.

It was me.

He was coming after me.

Your happy day is here again.

Your happy day is here again.

Your happy day is here again. Your happy day is here again.

She wouldn't do anything stupid, would she? Mrs. Rita doesn't do stupid. She

does outrageous and brave.

Like feeling a little... Fly -headed? Or like you want to fuck.

You want to come and see my therapy?

Yes.