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I am listening, Chris.

I'm done. We separate, and
I take the kids to Auckland.

What?!

I tried to call you last night.

Yeah, I know.

I called to discuss work.

She said I looked cool.

Well, she's wrong. Such a mess!

You've scored your sump.
Diff housing's bent.

- What are we looking at?
- 18K.

Whew.

- Racist bitch!
- What did you c...

Ray, you need to
put a stop to it.

For the possums.

I don't have a problem
with you... you people.

You mean Italians?

I'm just not used to another
man being up in my business.

A few days later, I spotted
him just out of town.

He was putting a gun
in the back of his ute.

Hey, what's this, then?

Uh, oh, I... I got
it the other day.

Hope you didn't pay
too much for it.

In your police statement,

you said that you and Sasha

met regularly at the waterfall.

Yeah.

Yeah, for privacy.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

So no-one knew about your
secret meeting place?

No.

Morning.

Expecting the younger model?

Sorry to disappoint.

I know about your past.

Why no-one else will employ you.

Yeah, well, I done my time!

I also know that you
need to work at my place.

You got two kids to feed.

And you're a good
worker, so you can stay.

But you have to stop your
inappropriate relationship

with my daughter.

- F...
- As of now.

Yeah.

Alright.

You know, the only
thing inappropriate...

..is this conversation.

I can't believe

you told the kids
that we're separating.

I haven't even
processed it myself.

I've booked the tickets.
We're going. It's done.

- No.
- Yes.

No, you cannot do that. I
do not give you permission

to take my children...

- 'Bye, Meredith.
- ..out of the country.

We should have filed that
fucking watchlist, Rana.

- Good morning, Mr Tasi.
- Good morning.

As the manager of
the Tunkwell branch

of the Great Western Bank,

you have given evidence

that, on the morning of July 19,

that Sasha Price withdrew

$100,000 on behalf
of her mother.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Uh, did my client state

Uh, did my client state

what the money was for?

- For farm operating costs.
- Specifically?

Specifically, Bernice
was paying for a new well

that had been refitted
about six months earlier.

And was it usual for my client

to withdraw such
large sums of money

on behalf of her mother?

Yes, it was usual.

Sasha Price is also a
signatory on that account.

So, to confirm, it's
your observation

that Sasha was behaving

as she usually did in the bank?

Yes, she was normal. Cheerful.

You see, Mr Tasi,

the prosecution is suggesting

that this is a
premeditated murder.

But on the morning of
her mother's death,

there was nothing unusual in
my client's manner or activity,

and she was, um, what
was that word you used?

- She was...
- She was cheerful. - Mm.

- Sasha Price was cheerful.
- That's right.

Thank you very much.

Hey, bring up the mob
from the back paddock!

No worries, Bernice.

Shh.

Up, up, up!

How's it goin'?

Get your stuff.

I told you not to fuck with me.

No.

You told me not to fuck with
your daughter, more like it.

It's a pity you turned out
to be nothing but trouble.

Yeah, I'm not trying to
be any trouble, right?

I don't know what your
fuckin' problem is anyway,

'cause we're both adults.

Just get off my
property. Please.

- What about my pay?
- You'll get what you're owed.

I don't know about anybody else,

but I've barely seen a
thousand dollars in cash,

let alone 100,000.

See where it got Bernie.
Head down a well.

We don't know if money had
anything to do with it.

It pains me to say
it, but he's right.

If you draw a straight
line from murder,

it almost always leads to money.

But Sasha had access to all
the bank accounts already,

so why bother with murder?

- Patrick didn't have access.
- Mm-hm.

God, it is so weird,

the way that we know
all the intimate details

about this woman
we've never met.

Her relationship
with her daughter,

what colour undies she had on.

Like, she was a person.

She had no idea she
was gonna die that day.

I could die today. You could.

Things are getting dark.

And therefore, we must party.

Hey, Connor is making his
famous scallops this weekend,

if you want to come for dinner.

Really?

Yes. No, I would love
that. What should I bring?

- Champagne.
- Mmm.

You do know we're
up at the estate.

You'll have to leave
the Tunkwell bubble.

Can't wait.

You were working at
the Sunrise Motel

for the period when the
accused, Patrick Harrows,

was living there, is that right?

Yes. It's my parents' motel.

Thanks for the
clarification, Mr Dovey.

When did the accused,
Patrick Harrows,

first rent a room at
the motel full-time?

I had him entered on the
monthly booking sheet

from April 2nd.

From April 2nd?

So that's around three
and a half months

before Bernice Price's
murder on July 19.

- Is that...
- Objection!

A sub-par ploy, Mr Prosecutor.

Please refrain.

Apologies.

Let me begin again.

He first rented a room

three and a half months
before Bernice Price's death

three and a half months
before Bernice Price's death

on July 19.

Yes.

Now, during that time, did
you ever see Sasha Price

visit Patrick
Harrows at the motel?

Yes.

- How often would she visit?
- All the time.

They were at it like rabbits.

Objection. Supposition.
"Like rabbits," Your Honour?

Were they eating lettuce?
Cleaning their whiskers?

How can he possibly know

what they were doing in
a private motel room?

We could do without your lettuce
and whiskers embellishments,

Mr Colby, but objection upheld.

Avoiding metaphor, please,

how often over that period

did you see Sasha Price
visiting him at the motel?

Her car was parked out the front

at some point on most days.

"On most days." Thank you.

Thanks for picking
me up, Aunty Bernie.

Looking forward to
our little lunch.

He's back.

I don't think he ever left.

Was Sasha Price

the only woman you saw
visit Patrick at the motel?

No.

Please explain to the jury who
you saw visit Patrick Harrows

in his motel room

on the morning of the day
of Bernice Price's death.

I was at reception

when I heard this
bang, bang, bang!

Someone knocking really loud.

And saw Bernice Price.

And then Patrick let her in.

And then Patrick let her in.

Did Bernice Price take anything

into Patrick Harrows's
room with her?

Yes. A bag.

What sort of bag was it?

One of those plastic
chequered Hong Kong bags.

Was it a similar bag
to this, Mr Dovey?

Yeah. That.

Did you see Mrs Price come
out of Patrick's room?

Yes, about 10 minutes later.

Did she have the
bag with her then?

No.

So whatever was in the bag,

she left it with Patrick?

I guess so.

Thank you.

Mr Colby said

that Patrick only
got 50K from Bernice.

Yeah, but the bank manager
said Sasha withdrew 100K,

and if Bernice gave 50 to
Patrick, like they're saying,

then where's the other 50?

Probably wasn't enough for him.

Killed her for the other 50.

It'd be so sad if she
got killed for 50K.

No, it's not 50K or 100K.

Airly Downs is a prime property

Airly Downs is a prime property

worth over 20 million.

- Well, maybe, before the...
- Yeah.

This'll put a dampener
on it, for sure.

It would be stupid
to kill someone

who'd just given you more money

than you've seen
in your lifetime.

It'd be stupider
to settle for 50K

if you got a shot at the 20 mil
if you just knocked the mum off.

Finally! Welcome to Team Guilty!

Bloody hell.

Not going on any
team that clown's on.

Hey.

Hey-hey! There he is.

Done already?

- Magic.
- Yeah, nah.

Hey?

Uh, you'll still be done
by the end of today, right?

Mate, your truck's not gonna
get finished till I get paid.

D-Dad needs to see this truck

back on the road before
he starts losing his shit.

Ry, come on, be a mate.

I am a mate,

but I'm not your
mechanic till you pay me.

Ry...

Ry...

She can't just fire you.

It's my bloody farm too.

You can't leave.

You...

I'm used to being
moved on, Sash.

Ever since I was a kid.

What... what if we just...

We just piss off. We
just... we just go?

Yeah?

Yeah?

Oh, what about Broome?

Yeah, you can get work
on... on the trawlers

and I can get some kind of job.

Maybe even...

Maybe even have a baby.

I've already got kids.

And I'm a shit dad.

No, you're not. You're good.

You're not going away with me
because you love your kids.

Yeah?

Hey, how much would we need
to pay Kelly to start fresh?

I mean, anything's
possible, right?

Yeah, for you maybe.

What's that mean?

You were brought up
differently to me, Sash.

No, you don't understand
how 20 bucks can break you

when you have nothing, eh?

- Do ya? Honestly.
- OK, um...

Now, what you're talking
about is thousands, darlin'.

Thousands.

So, Mr Dovey, to clarify,

So, Mr Dovey, to clarify,

on the morning of
Bernice Price's death,

you saw her visit Patrick
Harrows with a shopping bag,

and shortly after,
leave without it.

Yes.

Now, after Bernice
Price visited him,

what were Patrick
Harrows's movements

to and from the motel?

He left in his ute with a bag

and came back later that
afternoon without it.

What time did he
return to the motel?

- 4:30.
- 4:30.

How do you know it
was that exact time?

My friend Crystal
Goblin just logged on.

He lives in Brazil.

He works at this bar.

His shift finishes at 3am,

he gets home, we
play for an hour.

3:30am his time, 4:30pm mine.

So when your friend
logged on at 4:30pm,

you saw Patrick Harrows arrive?

Yeah - I mentioned I may
have to go AFK for a minute

if he came in the office.

- AFK?
- Away from keyboard.

Ah, yes, away from keyboard.

Hey, Crystal,

can you teleport to subfloor 23?

Can you teleport to subfloor 23?

Yeah, boy!

Can you please
describe to the court

what Patrick's manner
was when he returned?

- Upset.
- He was upset.

Are you familiar with the
Point Waterfall, Mr Dovey?

Sure.

Patrick Harrows told police

that he was at the Point
Waterfall until 5pm that day.

But if you saw him at
the motel at 4:30pm,

could he have also been at
the waterfall at that time?

Not unless he cloned himself.

Can you account for
the discrepancy?

I guess he was wrong about what
time he was at the waterfall.

"Wrong about the time."
Thank you, Mr Dovey.

Nothing further, Your Honour.

Hey, Mum.

Hey! Hey, sweetie!

How's it going?
Oh, you look great.

Hey, look, I just wanted
to call you to say

don't worry, OK?

I'm not gonna let Dad take
you to New Zealand, alright?

I want to go.

B-but what about your...
your friends and your...

..your school here,
wouldn't you miss that?

I really like my Kiwi cousins.

I want to spend
more time with them.

Where's your brother?

He doesn't want to talk to you.

OK, no worries. Um...

I'm gonna check in tomorrow,
OK? You just have a great night.

- 'Bye, Mum.
- Love you so much.

- 'Bye.
- 'Bye!

Good evening!

Hello!

Nina, I need you to prepare
an affidavit for me, alright?

- No problem, Mr Colby.
- Yeah.

- Do all the deliveries?
- Not yet.

- And the pick-ups?
- Everything will come up, Kovac.

What are you
talking about, mate?

My truck's still fucked,
so I'm still fucked.

- Dude, I did my best.
- You haven't finished one run.

It's... it's not
good enough, Pete.

You sound just
like your old man.

Oh, bullshit, mate. This is
all your fault, you dickhead!

You always do stupid shit,
getting me in trouble.

Ever since school, mate.

Jeez, if I knew
you'd be this narky,

I would have fucked
off home instead.

OK. Off you fuck, then.

Dickhead!

Good dog.

Right, sit, and I'll
give you a peanut.

Sit. Good dog.

Oh.

- Sorry, mate.
- Hey!

Where you been?

We've got work to do. Come on!

Alright.

Chook, chook, chook,
chook, chookies!

Good morning, girls!

Betty!

Betty? Betty?

Hey! Angie, hey!

Good morning to you too, Thelma.

- One of my chickens is missing.
- And you're blaming my kids.

They're obsessed
with my chickens.

They're constantly on the fence.

I want to know where she is.

Did you touch Mrs
Connell's chicken?

- No.
- Let's go, then.

They stickybeak all the time.

They've broken their eggs.

Well, the possum spikes should
put an end to that, then, eh?

- Joey, ya legend!
- How ya goin', champ?

Oh, Nik! Nik!

- Hey!
- Morning.

I wanted to catch you
before I go to jury duty.

That was a new experience.

Yeah. You know, you
did good up there.

Oh, thanks. Everybody's
talking about it.

- Yeah, come in, mate.
- Oh, no, I can't, I...

I did want to talk
to you, though,

about upping my business loan.

Look, your business
isn't in profit yet.

And from memory, the truck's
in your father's name,

so you can't borrow
against that as an asset.

OK.

Would your dad consider
going guarantor?

Oh, well, what about a
personal loan, you know?

Even just 15K. Or 10.

- Let me crunch the numbers.
- OK.

Off the top of my head,

I think it's unlikely
that you qualify,

but, uh, I'll let you know
by the end of the day.

OK. Yeah, yeah, no, I
appreciate that, mate.

- OK.
- Cheers.

Hey, you killed it
up there yesterday.

Thanks, mate.

I'm having a drink outside,

and I look over and
Colby is at my motel.

What do you mean, at the motel?

Yesterday evening. He
was behaving very oddly.

What was he doing?

Knocked on reception,
danced a jig.

Danced a jig?

Waved at me as if he already
knew I was watching, and left.

That's strange. He didn't say
anything about it last night.

When you were working?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I wasn't meaning anything.
It just... it slipped out.

Keep it in.

I'm his mother.

I need to see him. I need to...

We've applied for a visitation,

but it's complicated,

since you're not at
the prison, Sasha.

Every night I'm dreaming
of... Like, I-I can't...

Like, I can't... I can't...

I can't find him
and he's just...

I just can't quite reach
him and I'm just...

I'm going out of my mind, OK?

He's just a tiny little baby
and he's going to forget me.

You don't know what it's like
to be separated from your child.

I saw you, Patrick. I
know you're in there.

What?

You're leaving town.

Tidy.

Learnt this in prison?

Is that my pay?

And some.

This is me begging you to go.

What if I don't?

Well, I don't want
to do this, Patrick,

but if she has any
ideas of marrying you,

I'll cut her out of the will.

I'll cut her out of the will.

Now, you wouldn't want
her to blame you for that

for the rest of her
life, would you?

Go back to Gully.

Never contact Sasha again.

So you hate me that much that
you're gonna pay to get me gone?

I'm doing this for
both your sakes.

Remember that.

You'll thank me for it later.

Nina and I prepared
this this morning.

She'll take you through it.
It's perfectly straightforward.

You'll just need to
sign, that's all.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Rana said you were at
her motel last night.

Spies everywhere.

Um, Rana, you don't mind
signing that affidavit, do you?

- It's all good.
- Mr Colby.

- It's all good.
- Mr Colby.

Your Honour.

Mr Dovey.

One of my colleagues is
staying at your motel.

Could you point them out?

Mm. And what room
number is she in?

Privacy laws. You
should know that.

You are under oath,
you should know that.

102.

102, thank you.

Could you tell us, when she
checked in a few weeks ago,

uh, what time she had
breakfast yesterday,

and what time she returned
yesterday afternoon?

I couldn't say.

OK, so, um, what time did
you see me last night?

- You?
- Yes.

You were working at reception
last night, weren't you?

Yes.

So what time did you see me come
to visit my learned colleague?

- I never saw you.
- Oh!

Uh... ..I refer to, um,

this affidavit that
Miss Nelson-Moore's...

- What is that?
- ..solicitor is filing.

Now, um, when I
arrived last night

Now, um, when I
arrived last night

to visit my esteemed colleague,

I knocked at reception three
times to get her room number.

Bang, bang, bang! Did you
not hear that, Mr Dovey?

I was gaming. Had
my headphones on.

You were gaming.

Did you not testify
just yesterday

that you were also gaming

when you saw Patrick
return to the motel

on the day that Mrs Price died?

- Yes.
- Mm.

And yet you're positive it
was 4:30pm when he arrived?

Yeah, like I said,

my friend Crystal Goblin
always logs on at 4:30,

and he'd just joined when
Patrick's ute pulled up.

Do you and, um, Crystal-oblin,

do you play your games together
on an official gaming platform?

No. We play on the dark web.

Oh.

But I remember noticing
Patrick arrive at 4:30

super clearly.

Yes, you remember
him "super clearly"

more than one year ago.

And yet you cannot recall

And yet you cannot recall

what my colleague's
movements were

only yesterday.

And you did not hear or
observe me at all last night,

did you, Mr Dovey?

I'm sure it was 4:30.

I put it to you that as
you are the only witness

and as you are occupied
on the "dark web"

with South America or
Timbuktu for all we know,

I put it to you
that you are wrong

about the time of my client's
arrival at the motel,

and that your certainty

is nothing more than
guesswork after the fact.

No further questions.

I'm so sorry, but you might
want to find another motel.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Hey, uh, you did
good back in there.

Yeah, well, all we had to do

was undermine the witness's
testimony, and we did that.

Now, so long as you
and Sasha remain united

Now, so long as you
and Sasha remain united

as each other's alibis,

the prosecution have
nothing, alright?

Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Oh...

My ex, she's about to give
evidence at my murder trial.

Yes, well, I most
certainly wouldn't want

any of my three exes to
give testimony on me.

That would not be pretty at all.

Yeah.

But never let them
see you sweat.

You were married

to the co-accused,
Patrick Harris,

for five years, and
you share two children

aged five and nine, correct?

Yes.

Six and nine.

The little one had his
birthday the other day.

Did you receive $50,000
in cash from Patrick

on July 19, the day of
Bernice Price's death?

Yes.

Was it unexpected

for Patrick to give you $50,000?

I was expecting money.

He was six months behind
on child payments,

but not 50K.

- So you were short of money?
- Yes.

My car rego was expired, so I
had to walk the kids to school.

My car rego was expired, so I
had to walk the kids to school.

Now, you said in
your police statement

that Patrick brought
you the money

in a chequered shopping bag.

- Like this?
- Yeah.

- What's that?
- Bernice gave me my pay.

It's, um... it's what
they call severance money.

- That's too much.
- Just take it, Kelly.

Did Patrick receive

any calls when he was
at your residence?

Yeah.

It's alright.

I'm just...

I'm not gonna be around
for a bit, alright?

Would Patrick normally
answer the phone

if Sasha called in front of you?

- Yeah.
- But on this day he didn't.

Did you find that unusual?

None of my business,

but yeah.

Something going on
with you and Sasha?

Something going on
with you and Sasha?

Were you jealous

of Patrick's relationship
with Sasha Price?

No. She seemed
really nice. Kind.

And he seemed happy.

So you and Patrick spoke
a lot about his life,

including his new relationship?

We talk all the time. He's a
crappy partner, but a good dad.

Did Patrick ever say that Sasha
complained about her mother

or was angry about her mother?

- No, never.
- Hmm.

So you got the
picture that Sasha

spoke and acted respectfully
towards her mother.

- That she was a kind person.
- That's right.

And what did Patrick say

about the $50,000 he'd
been given by Mrs Price?

He said that Bernice had paid
him, hoping he would clear out.

Your language in your
evidence-in-chief

was rather more
colourful than that.

Was rather more
colourful than that.

He called it "fuck-off money",

like he'd been paid to leave.

So it is your testimony that,

on the day of Mrs Price's death,

Patrick was going to
leave town to start again?

When he saw me, yeah.

Hey, does Kelly get
to keep her money?

Not if we find Patrick guilty.

Then the money's considered
proceeds of crime

and the State holds it.

It wouldn't be treated
as proceeds of crime

if it was a legit payment
for his labour services.

But what if she already spent
it on her car and stuff?

- She'd have to pay it back.
- But that's not fair.

Life's not fair. Full stop.

Oh, fuck, yes!

Oh, you legend, Nik!

What have they done with her?

A fox is gonna get her if
she's left out all night.

The washing.

All that washing.

I know, Mum. I'll get
to it in the morning.

Her hands used to bleed.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mum.

Betty!

She gets lonely.

Find your chicken, then?

Going to apologise for
accusing my kids of thieving?

I'm not racist.

Sure you're not.

I have never had a
problem with foreigners.

I have never had a
problem with foreigners.

I'm very open-minded.

As long as you don't have
Aboriginals next door.

I'm not having
this conversation.

What about you, sis? Who
are you trying to kid?

Who's your mob?

Hey!

- You made it!
- Yes!

Hello.

- Thank you.
- Hey, I'm Connor.

- I'm Claudia.
- Hey.

God, your house is amazing!

You could have
warned me. This way?

- Yes.
- Just around the side here.

OK.

How is it?

We want it to be a
little bit lower.

Hey, um, I've got
a couple of pies

I can put in the oven
if you want to stay.

I can put in the oven
if you want to stay.

I'm emceeing pub trivia tonight.

I can't be late.

You should be having
something healthier

for dinner, though.

Where do you eat
in all this mess?

To be honest, I'm not that
hungry with this pain anyway.

Do you want to try a gummy?

A what?

- A pot gummy.
- Oh.

Some of my clients find
it helps with the pain.

No.

It's legal now. You can try.

I don't have a prescription,
so technically it's not...

I don't feel anything.

Give it a minute, doll.

Oh.

I still don't really feel it.

What about your pain, though?

What about your pain, though?

- It's magic!
- Mmm.

No pain.

I can feel my bones.

OK.

OK, that is going
down way too easily.

I am not going to touch that.

I don't make jokes
about fellatio.

- Oh, God!
- Behave!

Alright, hop in,
this is super cute.

- Oh!
- Ooh! OK.

But if you post that,

they'll know that
you've been socialising.

We can. We just can't
talk about the case.

Yeah.

Did you see that, um,
Parvinder posted a photo

of Thelma and her husband
at a picnic on the weekend?

Look at that.

- Oh, Parvinder's kids!
- I know!

Cute!

Do you have any kids, Claudia?

Babe, don't be dumb.
She's too young.

- This is for you.
- Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

Actually, I-I do have a kid.

Ooh. Sorry. Sorry.

That's the first time
I've said that out loud.

Sorry.

My mum and my dad just took
over and made the decision.

Uh, and then the family was
told that Mum had another baby.

And then we... we never
spoke about it again.

You were only 14.

I guess they thought
that was the right thing.

I guess they thought
that was the right thing.

I don't know if it was.

Hey, I'm real sorry about
last night. I was a prick.

But, shit, now I can pay Ryan.

Get the fucking truck
back on the road.

Get back to business. How good!

Told ya, you're
the golden child.

Where the fuck are ya?

Well, here's a
golden shower for ya.

Hey, what are you doing, mate?

Oh!

I've got an open
beer down here, bruh.

Get off the roof,
you fucking idiot.

Oh!

Oh, whoa! Easy!

Oh, fuck!

- You alright?
- Oh!

- Hey.
- Fuck me uncle!

Oh!

Jesus Christ, mate, you
scared the shit out of me.

Fell in me own piss.

Come on, mate.
Fuckin' hell. Alright.

It looks like we're
probably gonna separate.

But I'm just telling
you this so that...

..if I'm not my usual
scintillating self,

you'll understand why.

Well, thanks for
the transparency.

Not that it's any
of my business,

but, for the record,

I am sorry that you're going
through all this right now.

Thank you.

I mean, he could have
waited till after the trial

for the marriage
breakdown, but...

- Well.
- ..not my husband.

Not my husband.

I just feel so betrayed by him.

I mean, how am I
gonna see my kids?

I can't up and move to New
Zealand, of all places.

Start again at my age?

It's so unfair. I've worked
so hard. It's crap for women.

Oh, stop it!

You men get more jobs
the brinier you get.

Brinier?

By the way,

By the way,

do you think there
might be someone else?

- Chris?
- Yeah.

Having an affair?

- Yeah.
- No way.

I mean, the only affair
I've ever really had

is with my work.

Well, that counts as a
betrayal too, or so I'm told.

Oh, fuck you, Colby.

Now, there's an idea.

Aha.

Shit.

Shh!

You're drunk.

Don't you dare wake up
your sister! Don't...

Oh, me back!

Yeah?

Why don't you go get
some frozen peas on it?

Got enough in there to
give me a little taste?

Pete, nah.

I'm not going to be responsible

for getting you
back on it, mate.

Don't be a dick!

Share it up.

Fuckin' alright.
Shuffle up, buttercup.

♪ Am I thinking what
I think I'm feeling?

♪ I feel I, I feel
I, I feel I, I feel I

♪ Am I thinking what
I think I'm feeling?

♪ I feel I, I feel
I, I feel I, I feel I

♪ Am I feeling what
I think I'm feeling?

♪ Follow to go forward

♪ Throw your hands
up, reach the ceiling

♪ I'm a voice to fill the void

♪ And we're a band
to bridge the boredom

♪ Selling tickets to the tourney

♪ To the kids who
can't afford them

♪ Whoo! ♪

Oh, shit.

Pete, I gotta get
back to Alice, mate.

I'll take you to bed, bruz.

You have the bed.

Oi, come on.

Oh, fucking hell, mate.
What have you done?

Oi, Pete.

Pete?

Mate, hey. Pete?

Uh...

Oh, oh, oh...

Oh, oh, oh...

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck! No, no, no, no, no.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm sorry, Pete.
I'm sorry, mate.

♪ Ass me that lovely
little gun... ♪

♪ My dear, my darling one

♪ The cleaners are
coming, one by one

♪ You don't even want
to let them start... ♪

♪ You don't even want
to let them start... ♪

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Why aren't you
answering? Where are you?

I wanted to tell you in
person, but I just...

I can't wait a second longer.

Um...

..I'm pregnant.

You're gonna be a dad again.

Oh! Listen, call
me back, alright?

♪ They're mopping up
the butcher's floor

♪ Of your broken little hearts

♪oh

♪oh

♪ Ooh...

♪ Ooh, children

♪ orgive us now
for what we've done

♪ It started out as a bit of fun

♪ Here, take these
before we run away

♪ Here, take these
before we run away

- ♪he keys to the
gulag - ♪hildren

♪ ift up your voice

♪ Lift up your voice

♪ Children

♪ Rejoice... ♪