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[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Paulo, let's go for a swim.

- I can't.

- Well, I'm gonna teach you.

A little bit deeper.

Okay.

- I can't feel the bottom.

- Start kicking.

Now, paddle.

- [coughing]

Dad! Dad, help!

[gasping]

* *

[gasps]

- You save yourself or you go under.

No one else is looking out for you.

Sink or swim.

[cheery vocal music]

* *

[organ playing]

* *

* *

- Peter.

Peter. - Thank God, you are here.

I'm doing some fine tuning.

I want to be at my very best.

- I believe that it's all any of us want.

- It's very exciting. What an honor.

The Bishop is coming to Clump next week.

- The Bishop?

- The Bishop of Brisbane, your boss.

- Great.

Yeah. No, that is so exciting.

I can't wait to meet him.

- Her.

The Bishop is a her.

- Great.

- And she'll be expecting a full congregation.

You do realize you're supposed to be

boosting church attendances?

- Yeah, Peter, I'm aware of that, okay?

You know, I'm just still getting a feel

for the parish, you know?

- Well, you've been feeling us ever since you got here.

- Look, I'm not the only one to blame here, okay?

God just isn't as popular as he used to be.

- You're blaming God?

- He's gotta take some of the responsibility.

You can't just throw a man and a woman together.

Add in some fruit and a snake and say, "Right, off you go."

- Please promise me you won't repeat that

in front of the Bishop.

It won't help our cause.

- [scoffs] We have a cause?

- To save our church.

The Bishop is consolidating all the rural parishes

and selling off any churches that are not well attended.

- Someone would buy this place?

- Lester and the local Traders Association

would knock the church down in a heartbeat

and put up a flipping phone tower.

- [stammers] That is just sacrilegious.

I mean, there's gotta be something you can do, right?

I mean, you're like the godfather

of the church council.

- It's the Bishop's call.

If you don't fill the church, we'll both be out of a job.

- Oh, crap.

So apparently, not enough people are coming on Sundays.

- You're kidding.

- And the Bishop wants to sell the church.

- Nice to see you're finally taking this seriously, Rev.

- Hey, pointing fingers is not helpful.

You're the one who wanted to be a team, remember?

- Fine, but if you don't get those numbers up,

you could say goodbye to your fake minister gig

and your chop-chop empire.

- There is no empire.

I am simply helping a local boutique farmer out

with some storage solutions.

And if there is no storage, there is no payment

and we are both stuck here forever.

I need ideas.

- Just go to the Sinclairs.

They're the biggest family in the district.

- How big are we talking?

- Huge.

They breed like rabbits.

- Yeah. Okay. I can work with rabbits.

All right, let's go.

- I'm busy. - With what?

You're a teenage delinquent.

- Stuff.

I can draw you a map.

- See, teamwork makes the dream work.

- Be more annoying, I dare you.

- * Sinnerman *

- * Oh, sinnerman *

* Sinner *

* You can't get away *

* Yeah *

* *

[gear cranks]

[radio chatter]

[radio beeping]

- Hello.

- Crikey.

You scared the Bejesus out of me!

- Sorry, man.

- Where'd you blow in from?

- I just drove over from town.

- Ah, you're a septic tank.

- What's that?

- A Yank.

You know, American.

- Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I am.

Name's Mack.

How about yourself?

- Oh, they call me Spock round these parts, mate.

- Nice to meet you, Spock.

Hey, listen, I am the new reverend in town,

and I am just going around to all my parishioners

and inviting you guys back to church.

What do you say?

- Yeah. Nah.

You'd be looking for Mum then.

- Okay.

- She carked it.

- Hm?

- Kicked the bucket.

She's passed.

- Oh, man.

I am really sorry to hear that.

- Ah, well, still keep her chair here, but...

You never know, right? Might have been abducted.

- Yeah. I mean, you never know.

Listen, I'm not gonna take up any more of your time.

I'll let you get back to it.

Thank you very much.

- All right.

Hey, you speak to me Aunt Phyllis?

- No.

- Up the road. She loves a singalong.

- Great. Yeah. I'll check in on her.

Thanks, man.

- Hey, I reckon we're in the same game you and me.

Both, uh,

shouting upstairs, waiting for answers.

- Yeah.

- See ya, mate. - See ya.

* *

All right. [grunts]

[gunshot] [screams]

[gun clicks]

[yelps]

[gunshot] - Nick off.

I ain't selling.

- Mrs. Sinclair?

Is that you?

I'm the new reverend in town, Reverend Mackenzie.

You can call me Mack if you want.

I'm gonna come up now.

Is this all right? Thank you.

Yeah. Okay.

Hi.

- Sorry, Rev. Me eyesight's not that flash.

Thought you were from the bank. - Oh, no.

No, no, no, definitely not.

I take it they've been giving you some trouble, huh?

- Nothing I can't handle.

Cup of tea?

- Sure.

[mutters] Some kind of welcome.

- You know, I had me first tongue kiss

in church youth club. [laughs]

- I mean, didn't we all?

- All that begetting and begetting and knowing carnally

used to send our teenage hormones racing.

Oh, Lordy, it did.

- I mean, it is spicy stuff.

Now, look, Phyllis, I would love

to see you back in church on Sundays.

I really would.

I mean, I can't promise you any tongue kissing,

but if you play your cards right...

- Our family'd be over the moon.

- Well, great. It's settled.

And look, if it's a matter of distance--

- Nothing to do with the distance.

It's that old Freddie Duncan,

that servant of Satan.

- Wait, are you talking about Freddie,

who just falls asleep during all my sermons?

I mean, he seems harmless enough.

- Mm, don't be fooled.

Look, I'm not a great believer in the Old Testament,

but if ever there was an excuse for an eye for an eye,

it's him. - Oh.

- As long as Freddie Duncan's in church,

no member of the Sinclair clan'll set foot in there.

That's just how it is.

- Uh... [chuckles]

Did you say clan?

- Oh, yes. All 38 of us.

That's including the kids, the grandkids,

them born on the wrong side of the blanket.

Bless them. - Oh, yeah. Bless them.

Look, Phyllis, I gotta say

it would be such a shame to lose all those souls to God.

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna have a little word with Freddie.

- I'll say a little prayer for you.

- Oh, I can be pretty convincing.

[upbeat music]

* *

[engine revs]

Oh, shit.

[brakes squeal]

[engine turns off]

Hey, Officer.

- Long way from home, Rev.

- Ah, yeah.

Well, I'm just doing some community outreach.

You know, taking the word of God out to the bush.

- Any reason why the good Lord's word has to go at 120 clicks?

- Is that how fast I was going? Wow.

I guess my clicks to miles per hour conversion

still has a ways to go.

Could use a refresher.

- Not sure you wanna learn.

- Depends on the teacher.

- You saved me a visit.

I was gonna swing by today.

- Oh, look, if it's about Peter's organ playing,

I might be able to arrange a bolt of lightning

or even a plague of locusts.

- It's Daisy.

Has she told you?

- About what?

- Typical. She has a court date this week.

- That explains her mood.

- She allegedly--well, actually it wasn't allegedly.

I caught Daisy red-handed.

She broke into the dentist and stole

a stash of prescription pills.

Opioids, mainly.

- You gotta be kidding me.

I mean, she's too young to go to jail here, right?

- Well, technically she could still do

18 months in juvenile detention,

but she's drawn Magistrate Wilson.

Soft touch.

So she'll probably get a slap on the wrist

and some community service.

- That's good.

Well, I will pray for her.

- Well, I was hoping you might do a bit more.

Daisy needs a character witness to appear on the day.

You being the local Rev--

- I--I just don't feel right about that.

No, I mean, she and I just met.

- Come on, Rev, you see her every day.

You live in the same house.

- Yeah. Look, I would love to help.

I really would, but...

I just don't feel like I know her well enough.

- Shame.

She obviously thinks you're the best thing

since deep-fried Mars bars.

- Look, don't blame me for this, all right?

You're the one that arrested her.

* *

[sighs] - [clears throat]

- Really?

- Speeding.

Ah, yep.

For your broken light.

- You can't be serious.

- Deadly.

- Give me a break.

- I'd like to.

I would,

but I really don't know you well enough.

- [laughs]

[car door closes, engine starts]

Okay.

- Daisy?

[banging on door]

Daisy.

Hey, Daisy.

What's this I hear about you going to court?

- It's nothing.

- No, it's not nothing.

Piper asked me to be a character witness for you,

so it's definitely something.

You know I can't do that for you, right?

- I know.

- I need to keep a low profile,

which means I need to steer clear of cops and courts.

I can't-- - I know.

It's okay.

I'm just having one last bath.

You know, I hear they only have showers in juvie.

- Listen, kid, juvie is not a joke.

- Chill.

It's under control.

- Listen, I don't wanna hear anything more

about you and pills, okay?

- Thanks, Mom.

- I'm serious.

- [sighs] Find any Sinclairs?

- Yeah, actually, they're all coming.

Gotta figure out a way to keep Freddie Duncan at home

on Sundays.

- [laughs]

Good luck with that.

- Uh, what's so funny?

Hello.

* *

Hey, Lester.

- Hey.

- Um...

what you got there?

- [laughs] Sorry, Rev. It's nothing personal.

- I don't know, man.

Laying odds on how I'm gonna die seems a little personal.

- Yeah.

You got nothing to worry about, have you?

Straight upstairs, VIP ticket.

- Ah, well, let's hope you're right.

- Gentlemen.

- Oh, hey, Freddie.

Just who I am looking for.

- Hey. Hey.

Can't bet on yourself, Rev. It's against the rules.

Bit like insider trading.

- Well, don't you worry,

I plan on living a long and happy life.

- That's what we all pray for, Rev, a long and happy life.

- Yeah. Speaking of which, Freddie,

is that what brings you into church every Sunday?

- That and the free tea and biscuits.

- Right, but I understand it's a very long way for you to come.

So you know, if you weren't there every Sunday,

I'm sure you got some credits built up

with the big guy upstairs.

- Anyone would think you didn't want me there, Rev.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- Anyway, it wouldn't feel right.

After Jesus saved my life the way he did.

- Welcome, Reverend.

Ready?

- Lucy. - Dinner for two?

- No, no, no, no.

I'm not staying.

- Oh, okay. - I'd like tonight's special.

Thanks, Lucy. - Everything I cook is special.

- [laughs] - Hey.

So Freddie, tell me more.

Jesus saved your life?

- Yeah.

Bumped into him on the beach one night

on my way back from the bar.

- TheJesus?

Here in Clump? - Yeah.

He had a beard and a sarong thing.

- Obviously. - Yeah.

- We had a chat for a while about fishing.

- Mm-hmm.

- Carpentry. - Mm.

- But it was the nail holes that were the giveaway.

- Yeah, makes sense.

- Then casually as you like, he points

to a freckle on my nose, says,

"You oughta get that looked at."

So I go to Grace. Turns out, it's a melanoma.

We got it early, all thanks to Jesus.

- And Grace.

- So the least I can do is turn up on Sunday.

- Yeah, you are a shining example, Freddie.

I wish more people were like you.

But even so,

if it weren't every Sunday, I mean--

- I haven't missed a service in ten years, Rev.

Not about to start now.

- Oh, right.

[quirky music]

- All right, what's the deal with that stuff?

- Vegemite? - Mm-hmm.

- It's like our national dish.

You'll get it once you're a proper local.

- Oh. When do you think that'll be?

- You'll know.

You find Freddie?

- Yep.

Said that he would rather die than miss church on Sundays.

- Maybe talk to Amy.

She might be able to help.

- How?

- She is Freddie's brother's

auntie's great-granddaughter.

or something like that.

Anyway, she's a Duncan.

- Oh.

That makes sense now.

- What do you mean?

- Stubborn.

* *

All right, let me try it.

- Go on.

Mm-mm-mm.

- That is...

- Good. - Salty.

- But good.

- Oh, boy. Definitely not a local yet.

Oh, my God.

- Come on, Keith.

Please, you can't quit now, we're so close.

- Close to what?

Bloody starvation?

- We need to stick it out.

- I need the work.

My family need to eat.

It's the kids.

I'm sorry, Amy.

[engine starts] - Yeah.

Fine then.

Yeah. Go on then.

Don't worry about your mates!

- Rough day?

- What are you doing out here?

- Hey, look, what can you tell me about

the beef between the Sinclairs and the Duncans?

- Oh, it's stupid.

I try and keep out of it. Why?

- Well, I was thinking that maybe I could broker a peace.

- [laughs] Yeah.

Good luck with that.

It's been around since the Jurassic.

- Yeah.

About that, what actually happened?

I mean, nobody seems to be able to tell me.

- Well, I mean, it depends who you ask,

but it's something to do with the prize bull

belonging to the Sinclairs jumping the fence

and spreading its... [clears throat]

Love around the Duncan herd.

- That's it?

- And then add decades of tit for tat.

I honestly don't like your chances.

- What do you say to helping me out?

- Dude, I've got enough crap going on.

- Look, all I'm asking is for you to see

if Freddie will sit down with Phyllis Sinclair and me.

And if I can get them talking, then who knows what'll happen?

I mean, please, pretty please.

Just a teensy little favor.

Come on, please.

- All right. But it'll cost you a drink.

A proper one with an umbrella.

- Yeah. Okay.

I can do that. - [chuckles]

- I will take you there myself.

You just have to turn up, Daise.

- I will.

- Officer Baramah.

- Hey, I don't suppose you've had

a change of heart about vouching for Daisy in court?

No, forget it.

I was just hoping--

I know I put you on the spot yesterday, so I--

- No need to apologize. - I'm not.

I'm giving you another chance to do the right thing.

Daisy's in real trouble and she could use your help.

- Um, what happened to a slap on the wrist

and community service?

- They've changed the Magistrate.

The guy she's drawn now, his nickname is Hangman Hendrik.

- Look, I'd love to help.

But like I said,

I just don't feel like I know her well enough.

- The sad thing about that is if the boot

was on the other foot, I reckon she'd help you in a heartbeat.

But there's nothing in it for you, it there?

* *

- Hey, Dickhead 1.

- Hey.

- What's up?

- Tomorrow.

- You said not to worry.

- That was before.

There's a new judge and apparently he's a dick.

- Yeah. And?

You are such a great person, Daisy,

even a dick will see that.

You're not being serious, are you?

[scoffs]

No.

No way.

There's no way you're going to juvie.

You can walk in there and they'll go,

"She doesn't belong here.

She's great."

And they're gonna say that you belong here with me

eating fish and chips on the beach.

You know that, Daise.

- Knock, knock. [knocks]

Hey, lover boy.

- Oh, I'm not her-- - I'm--I'm--

- But just wait-- just wait--just wait.

Tomorrow night, I'll be at our spot and I'll have flake,

I'll have potato scallops and I'll get calamari rings.

And it'll be my shout, so you have to be there, right?

- You know, I'd love that, but...

I think I'll be eating meatloaf.

- Daisy.

[somber music]

Daisy.

Daisy.

Daise.

- I reckon I could be a priest.

- A priest. Are you joking?

- What?

- You wouldn't last a week.

- Well, I look good in black.

I don't mind working weekends.

- You do realize that priests aren't allowed to shag?

- Fair dinkum? - Yeah.

- Really? - Yeah.

It's in the Bible.

Can't even sort themselves out either.

- Right.

What about ice cream?

- What about ice cream? - Can they have ice cream?

- Yeah, mate.

Pretty sure priests can have ice cream.

- Hey, Frick and Frack, what's up with all the boxes?

- A few more boxes from Ma.

- This is more than a few.

- Yeah, no, it's more like an Aussie few.

More than a couple, but not heaps.

- Yeah, well, in Chicago, this qualifies as heaps.

I don't have room for all this stuff.

- You smuggling in Twinkies now, are you?

- Oh, man, I wish.

No, this is, um, altar wine.

We're just keeping it in the fish boxes for freshness.

- You're expecting a crowd.

- Well, the church likes to buy in bulk.

Hey, keep putting the wine into the vestry, boys.

- I've convinced Freddie to meet with you and Phyllis.

The beach bar, tomorrow morning. - You're kidding me.

Oh, my God, you are amazing.

The UN should send you to the Middle East.

- You owe me that drink.

- Anything you want.

- Not that crappy church stuff.

- Absolutely not. - [laughs]

- No, that stuff is terrible. It's...

- Whew. This is lovely.

And I do--I smell it now.

But I gotta tell you, I feel like everyone's always giving

the positive notes of wine.

I don't think we're getting the full picture.

Yes, pomegranate,

but also traces of... [sniffs]

Burnt eyebrow.

And I know what that smells like, long story.

Maybe we bench a couple more of these and I'll tell you.

You know, there is a long and rich tradition

of winemaking among the clergy, Mack?

- I really don't care.

- I feel like I missed my vocation.

I lovethis.

- Yeah, well, listen man, I am so glad to hear

that I am also funding your journey

towards self-discovery, but--

- Our journey, Mack. Our journey.

And honestly, I feel like I'm making

some real progress here.

Blackcurrant...

hospital sheets, right?

Buddy, important question.

Do you think it's time to call Charmaine?

- What? No.

[laughs] No, man.

Nah, you cannot call Charmaine.

You have to play hard to get.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah, you know the saying, "Treat them mean,

keep 'em keen." That's the--

it's like Leviticus 17 or something, right?

- But don't you think she's gonna like me more now?

- No. No.

Listen to me, Mackenzie,

Charmaine will never love you more

than when she thinks she can't have you.

So promise me something, yeah?

Do not call Charmaine.

- Okay. Okay.

I suppose you would know.

Let's try the one with the fancy label.

- Listen, the reason I'm calling,

is there anything in the Bible

that talks about solving family feuds?

- Old Testament is all about settling old scores.

You got Cain and Abel.

Those brothers really did a number.

Moses verse the pharaoh, you know, the water?

He parted the waters. - Right.

- And then, oh, the classic, David verse Goliath.

Nobody saw that one coming.

- Anything maybe a little more touchy-feely?

- Uh-hmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

This one is a gem. I'm not spiting this guy out.

Try the Judgement of Solomon, 1 Kings 3.

That's a real crowd pleaser.

- Great.

That's it?

- Oh, it's the best one.

What's the sticker on this guy?

$1,200.

Hoo-hoo-hoo! I'll take a case.

All right, buddy.

Let's talk soon. [line disconnects]

[quirky music]

- Oh, man.

God.

Hey.

- Hey.

What's the book?

Spoiler alert, he dies and comes back.

- [scoffs]

[sighs]

- Look, kid, I'm really sorry about tomorrow.

I am.

- It's cool.

Well, when I don't come back,

can you please post that for me?

I'll have to owe you for the stamp.

- Your dad's in jail?

That's gotta be tough.

- I look after myself.

I mean, who else is there, right?

[soft dramatic music]

- Right.

* *

- I don't know why we bothered.

- Ah, she said she'd be here.

I am sure she'll be here.

- Sinclairs'll say anything.

- Pack of liars and thieves.

- Ah, here they are!

- About time.

- Still as rude as you ever was.

- Well, hey.

We're all here now. We can get this thing started.

- Willful obstruction of a police officer

is a serious offense, Ms. Duncan.

- All I did was chain myself to the gate at work.

We do have a right to strike.

- I am not recording a conviction--

this time,

but I am fining you $1,500.

- I don't have that kind of money.

- Then I suggest you go back to work.

[thunking]

- That's how I see it.

- Like a broken record, always banging on

about 19-bloody-62!

Isn't that right, Ron? - Too right, dear.

- Time to let it go.

- When you pay for the heifers our bull serviced, we will.

- Your bull jumped over the fence.

We don't owe you anything.

- You cut the damn wire to let it in.

- We all know this has nothing to do with the bull.

It's because your old man drank the farm into the ground

and our family worked hard and built something.

- You did it with Sinclair semen.

* *

- And you discovered the accused in the dental clinic

in possession of the prescription medication

and the window had been forced?

- It appeared that way,

but it is possible it had been left open.

- Is that really likely?

I mean, the accused had a very large screwdriver

on her person.

- It's hard to say, Your Honor.

- I'm upgrading these charges

to trespass and burglary

by breaking and entering.

And in future, Officer Baramah,

I'll thank you to execute your duties properly

and not leave it up to me.

- Yes, Your Honor.

[all speaking at once]

- Okay! Enough!

Thank you.

So I think it's fair to say

that both families are feeling aggrieved.

Am I right?

And that maybe it has caused us to do some things,

which upon reflection, we might regret.

Hm?

Maybe not.

This reminds me of a story from the Bible.

We all know about King Solomon, right?

King of Israel, yeah?

Maybe some of you.

Anyway, so one day,

two women came to see the king.

And these two women lived in the same house

and it just so happened

that they both had babies on exactly the same day.

- Who was the father?

- Oh, you Duncan women must have been asked that a lot

over the years, yeah?

- Oh, that's a bit much.

Rev, that is not cricket. - Who asked you, Ron?

Right? You're not even a Duncan.

- I'm a Duncan because Margie's a Duncan.

- Okay. Ron, Ron, Ron.

Ron, I for one I'm very glad that you're here.

So one of these women tells Solomon

that the other woman's baby died

and she swapped out the kids in the middle of the night.

So these women, they are fighting.

They are bickering.

They're carrying on.

They're each claiming that the living kid is theirs.

So the king, he calls a time out,

brings his guard over and says, "You know what?

We're gonna cut the baby in half."

- That's a bit off, Rev.

- No, it--

so they could share the baby, half of it for each.

- He's calling us baby killers.

- So I'm hearing--

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The guard, look, he's raised his sword.

He's about to bring it down

when all of a sudden,

one of the women cries out, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Please, please let the other woman have it."

- Why?

- Well, you see, she was the real mother.

- No, I'm still not realizing the relevance

to our situation.

What about you lot?

- This is why no one reads the Bible these days.

- She loved the baby so much

that she would rather give it up--

- Have you got kids, Rev?

'Cause you know stuff all about family.

- Yeah. You see, that's your problem.

That's why you don't get this situation.

- What do you reckon all this begetting

and the Bible's all about?

It's telling you who family is,

even if it looks like they're from outer space.

They're still blood.

They stick up for you and you stick up for them.

- Life's dicey, Rev.

Sink or swim.

If you don't have family,

who's there to stop you from sinking?

[dramatic music]

* *

- You save yourself or you go under.

No one's looking out for you.

* *

- Where are you going?

- Gotta stop somebody from drowning.

- No one out there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Seems you have a serious drug problem, Ms. Black.

- No.

- No, Your Honor.

So you are selling?

- No, Your Honor.

- So they are for you or not?

Which one are you?

An addict or a dealer?

- I, um--I really needed the painkillers

and no one would give them to me.

So I had to take them, but I'm not a junkie.

- [snickers]

- Right, so you admit to breaking in

and stealing the pills then?

To be frank, I am sick to death of young offenders like you

who do not take the law seriously.

- Oh, amen.

- Pardon, Reverend? - Oh, I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Everything you're saying is like music to my ears.

- Your interest is appreciated,

but we are in the middle of a hearing.

- Please don't let me interrupt.

I just-- I really have to say

what a wonderful job you're doing.

- Is there anything else you wish to contribute?

We could swear you in.

- Oh, no, no, no. That won't be necessary.

No, I'm just here as a sign of support to you.

I'm the new local Reverend.

You can call me Mack, if you like.

I met Daisy here when I first arrived

and I have to tell you, I had her pegged

as a troublemaker from the start.

I mean, your instincts, spot on, Your Honor.

And so bravo, sir, to you for your firm hand.

- Most likely she'll be going to juvenile detention.

- Oh, well, I sure hope they're better in Australia

than they are in Chicago.

I mean, the juvenile detention centers

there are-- they're like summer camps.

They do nothing.

You know, what I prefer to do,

you know, just a personal preference,

is to take them under my wing instead.

You know, a little one-on-one attention.

I squeeze them.

I squeeze them like oranges and I get all that bad juice out

and I fill them with God.

- And the Lord disciplines those he loves.

Proverbs. - Exactly, Proverbs.

And I think it's obvious

that what a young troubled person like Daisy really needs

is proper discipline.

- You wouldn't consider taking her under your wing?

- No way. Forget about that.

- No. No, no, no. - No.

- I mean, look, under normal circumstances, sure,

I would love to. I love a real challenge.

But my calendar is just so busy at the moment.

I've got Bible studies and Christian values courses.

And there's the Eucharist bread baking class

that I teach over at the manse.

But it--all to say, it's a really busy time.

- I could write a community service order,

place her under your supervision.

- I'm not doing that. No.

- Just as you said, it's exactly what she needs.

- You know what, Your Honor?

You're right.

You know, just even thinking about what I just said,

it sounds so selfish.

It would be the Christian thing to do.

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- So you're really stuck with me now.

- Ah, don't make me regret it.

- Hey.

Thanks.

- Yeah.

So you're gonna tell me what the drugs are for now?

- Sure.

Right after you tell me why you're hiding out in Clump.

Here it is.

- Here what is?

- Your thank you present.

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[light clicks]

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It's a bomb shelter from the second World War.

- Wow. This is unexpected.

- Everyone's forgotten it's here,

so I thought that we could put a few

of our chop-chop boxes here.

- Yeah, good idea.

But I think you mean my chop-chop boxes.

- This definitely makes us partners.

- No, it definitely doesn't.

- Tell yourself whatever you like, Rev.

[flames whoosh]

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- Do you wanna spread it, please?

- Yeah. - Hurry up.

- Yeah. Ooh, yes.

Oh, hey.

- Hey, everybody. - Hey.

- Uh, I must have missed something, huh?

- The Sinclair-Duncan feud is officially over.

[all cheer]

- We're all coming to church together.

Freddie's gonna pick me up on the way through.

- You're the wise guy, Rev, not that Solomon bloke.

- No question, we were a bit peed off

when you just left like that.

- Your ears must have been burning.

- But then we realized what you were up to.

- Oh, yeah?

- Bit of that reverse psychology.

- Giving us a common enemy. Very clever.

- Get a bit of that into you.

- Mmm.

- When we realized that you were bunging it on,

well, we did what you said.

- What did I say?

- We cut the bull in half.

50-50, just like in the Bible.

- What bull? - Picasso.

Well, Picasso's great-great-grandson.

Makes a darn good steak. Doesn't he?

- So this is, um--

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah. No, I didn't mean it literally.

- What?

- Solomon didn't actually cut the baby in half.

- Well, you could have said.

- Well, I was thinking that maybe you guys could just

have a drink together or something.

- It's a 60-year-old blood feud.

Can't wash that away with a rum and Coke, Rev.

- More Picasso?

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- Ha! - Oh.

You made it.

Well, I told you.

- Yeah.

There better be calamari rings. You did promise this.

- Yeah, man of my word.

- Yum.

- Extra crispy. Yeah.

- So good.

Mmm.

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So good.

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- Hey.

- Congratulations.

You performed your first miracle today.

- Thanks in large part to you.

- Mm-hmm.

Do you ever take the dog collar off?

- No.

Why would I? It keeps the fleas away.

- I mean, are you ever just Mack?

- Well, it has been known to happen,

but it usually takes a few drinks.

- And you owe me one too, with an umbrella.

- That's right. - [chuckles]

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Hey, how're you doing?

You know, with your Dad and everything.

- I'm fine.

You know, just...

Get on with it, and... [laughs]

It is what it is.

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No, actually, it--it sucks.

There's no hope of...

patching things up now, that's all.

- Yeah.

Does suck.

- Oh, you talk tough, Officer Baramah, but I am onto you.

You're a marshmallow inside.

- Goodnight, guys.

- Goodnight. - Hey, Rev.

Thanks for today.

- Now, you had me confused.

I thought your job was to put away criminals.

- Daisy's special.

- Yeah, she is.

[mellow music plays]

- Hey, Pipes, that's our song and I've got an early start.

Come and have a dance with me before I go.

Come on, Constable Serious.

- I'm not a constable, Aiden.

- You remember dancing, right?

It goes with the music and fun...

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[singers vocalizing]