- If I told you about a job I heard on the inside, what would you say? - Sooner or later, I'm gonna nick the lot of you. - Good luck with that. - We need more work. - There is something coming up, as a matter of fact. As long as you don't have a problem with the importation of a certain white powder. - RITA: The occasion is the celebration of my cancer coming back. - So, what happens? Chemo, radiation? - I'm choosing a good time, not a long time. (ROCK MUSIC) (SOMBRE MUSIC) - Falani. - Mr Bert. - You get it done? - We got it done. - And how are you feeling? - A bit tired to be going to a funeral. - But happy to be here to do Mrs Rita's wishes. - Well, good. That's good, but you know I'm watching you, right? - I can see you're watching me. - And if you step out of line, I'll be all over you. (SOMBRE MUSIC) www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2020 (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Only me. - Carol, any chance you could come back later? I'm enjoying the peace and quiet. - Oh? What are you doing? - You know, peace... and quiet. - Do you want a drink? - Yeah. - Argh! - Oh, Rita, let me do it. - (SIGHS) - Oh, you poor thing. You're in pain. Where does it hurt? - In the arse. (SIGHS) - You've got pain in your arse? - Yeah. Lower back, down into the arse. - Hmm. That's unexpected. (CHUCKLES) And would you say you have a heavy aura when you're in pain? - A heavy or a what? - What the fuck is that? - It's a raw juice. - What happened to the gin and tonic? - I've been reading about cancer-fighting fruits. - So if I drink this, the cancer will fuck off? - Can't hurt. - And it might help with the pain. - Because I'll be so focused on how disgusting it tastes? - I don't know exactly how it works. - Actually, Carol, the pain isn't from cancer. - WHISPERS: It's from fucking. - Fucking what? - Fucking Ted. - What did Ted do? - He fucked me this morning. Gave me a right seeing to, and in the middle, I pulled something in my back and my arse. - Oh. - Who knew it would take terminal cancer to kick our sex drive into overdrive? - I'm a bit more concerned about your cancer than your, you know,... humping. - Well, I'm pretty sure cancer isn't sexually transmitted, which is fortunate for him, considering how much he's getting it in these days. Isn't that right, Ted? - Ted. - Carol. Ladies. I'll, uh,... see you later. (KEYS RATTLE) - Now, make me a gin and tonic. Alcohol dulls the pain. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - I just don't see why you get to drive. - Because behind the wheel, you're a liability and a risk to all mankind. - Bullshit. - I can drive blindfolded. - That's what it feels like when you drive. - Something on your mind, Falani? - This doesn't feel good, Wolf. Drugs isn't who we are. - We're delivery guys, that's all. - We're better than delivery guys. - This is the world we live in, and we have to evolve. But hey, if you don't like money, feel free to fuck off. - I will not abandon my crew. - Well, good to know. - But I still have my concerns. - Have a fucking hernia for all I care, as long as you do your fucking job. - Cellmate told me about it ` a job just waiting to be done. - Isn't this the start of every job that turns out very badly? - According to this guy, this is a job of a lifetime, a job of legends. - Phin? - So Dwayne reckons there's` - Who's Dwayne? - Cellmate. - And we're meant to trust someone named Dwayne? - Oh, Lefty, just listen, OK? - SCOFFS: Dwayne. - OK, so Dwayne told me there's a secret room under the stage of Pom Poms. - What's Pom Poms? - It's a strip club downtown. - So a secret room under Pom Poms. What treasures await there? - No, it's not the room. The room's just a room. It's what's through the walls of the room. - Yeah, but apparently this room, which bugger all people know about, backs on to the safety deposit box room of the South Pacific Vault. - Sounds flash. And why doesn't Phin's cellmate keep the job for himself, if he thinks it's so good? - Uh, he got nicked. - And when he gets out? - Well, he killed a guy for some money and then, just as I was getting out, he stabbed a guard with a chisel, so Dwayne's not getting out soon. - And why should we trust Dwayne? - Well, he's actually a really nice guy. - Yes, but also, before he killed a guy, he was a security guard at the South Pacific Vault. - So, what's the take? - Gold, cash, jewels ` stuff we can flog off easy. - So there's a secret room under a strip club, and all we need to do is knock down a couple of walls, - and hey-ho, we're set for life? - That's about the guts of it, yeah, sure. I mean, why not? Oh, Jesus! We haven't even cased the joint yet. Already you're giving it the cold shoulder. We should at least go and check it out ` that's what gangs do. - Well, are you? - Are we what? - Still a gang? Because it doesn't really feel like one any more. - Yeah, to be honest, I thought we'd kinda... retired from that life. - People like us don't retire from opportunity. We're not dead yet, for Pete's sake. And I, for one, am not gonna waste the rest of my life behind a fucking desk! - Ted, is this about Rita? Or a distraction from Rita? - Because if it is, we understand. - This has nothing to do with that. This is about an opportunity that, once upon a time, we would have jumped all over. But if those days are gone, I need to know. And I need to know now. - I'm in, Ted. - I should hope so, Phineas, given that it's your job. What say the rest of you, eh? (WHIMSICAL MUSIC) - Carol. Strange man. What are you doing here? - I want to introduce you to Raymond. - Why? - Raymond and I used to work together as cabin crew. Raymond is here to help you. - By waiting on me? All right, I can live with that. (SCOFFS) (SIGHS) - (EXHALES DEEPLY) - Carol, what is Raymond doing? - Relax, I'm semi-professional. - OK, can you back the fuck off? - No, Raymond is a reiki specialist. - He specialises in rakes? - No, in healing by raking. It's like a fiddling with your energy thing. - What if don't want him fiddling with my energy? - Rita, please just open your mind and give it a chance. - No, sorry. Can you fuck off, Raymond? - Sorry, Raymond. I thought it might help, but... Love you heaps. - We were only trying to help. - You wanna help? Make bloody dinner so I can fold the fucking washing. - Fine! I will make bloody dinner, so bloody there. And then I will fold the fucking washing, so you can put your feet up, have a rest from all the sex you've been having, which is giving you such a pain in the arse, probably because Ted is sticking... - Have you women got nothing better to talk about? - No, Ted, apparently we haven't, because one of us is in denial. (TENSE MUSIC) (KEYS RATTLE) (SINISTER MUSIC) (BANG!) - What the hell? (TENSE MUSIC) (BANG!) (ENGINE STARTS) (UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC) - Whoo-hoo-hoo! (ENGINE STARTS) New Zealand's 1st Lifebuoy hand sanitiser spray. Kills 99.9% of germs you pick up on the go. Just spray...and be safe. (BLUESY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) - It's just so nice to be able to help out. And not just for you, Ted. - I've been missing cooking for a family. - Well, that was great, Carol. - Service to others is very good for the self-esteem. - Oh, is that they taught you in trolley dolly school? - I don't know if you've picked up on it, Rita, but while you two are avoiding the issue by mating like rabbits, - I am trying to get you to` - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Oh, for fuck's sake! - Bert, good timing. - Sorry to interrupt, mate. - No, no, really not a problem. - Beer? - Yeah, sure. - Let me guess ` you're not here to spitball ideas for the vault job. - I could spitball a few ideas on how you could do it without me. - Oh, for fuck's sake. - I've got a legit business now. I'm kind of a role model. - What, to Aroha? The niece that your family dumped on you? - Oh, that's just their way of showing they respect me. My iwi, they, um,... Well, they believe in me. And that's new for me, Ted. Means a lot. - You know what else means a lot? History. Loyalty. - I'm not suggesting the gang hasn't been` isn't important. And I want to do right by you. - But I've gotta look to my own future now. - Yeah, yeah. No, I get it. Hey, look, this job, it's just as much for you as it is for me. There's no pressure to take it any further. Just come on the recce, feel things out. - I don't want to feel it in out. - Well, come for fun, then. It's a bloody strip club. Have a wee look. - So yeah, I've told him where I stand, my current commitments, all that. - It's a risk getting back into that stuff. - You know it. I know it. Ted knows it. - We've got a good thing going with this timeshare deal, and no risk. - No risk. - How is Ted? Do you think it's right for him to be taking on something big right now? - I think 'right now' is kind of the point. - Yeah, I'm just gonna tell Ted I feel for him, but I'm out. - Probably for the best. - You might want to keep that. - The water you washed the spuds in? - It's meant to be good for you. - How? - You're meant to administer the goodness from the water. I'm sure I heard that potato water is an old wives' cure. - For warts or something. - Oh. (CHUCKLES DRYLY) I didn't realise I had warts. - Or something. - Oh... So warts and cancer? Behold the miracle water (!) - Why do you have to be like this? - Like what? - You might have decided to give up and fade away, but if your friends want to turn to potato water to help you, then they should be allowed to turn to potato water if they fucking want to, even if they have no fucking idea. You are still my best friend, and I love you. And I refuse to give up, even if you have. When you're gone, who else is gonna tell me to stop doing stupid things like trying to cure cancer with potato water? You can't just fuck cancer away, Rita. If you believe in fucking as a cure, you might as well believe in potato water. - Right, I'll see you, Ted. - Bert. (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - Fine. Fine, we will have it your way, Carol. So do I drink this fucking water or... bathe in it? - Well, I don't fucking know, do I? (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - Do I need to know what any of that`? - No. No, you don't. - Ohh, yeah, she's a beaut. - You should've tried handling her. - Yeah, I'll be handling her right now. Give her a little... (GRUNTS) - So, the job? - Yeah, you said something about drugs. All I can see is a car. - This car was impounded by the New Zealand government because the guy importing the car owed a lot of money to the Inland Revenue bastards. - Tax this, motherfuckers. When the Inland Revenue Department learnt of this car heading this way, they were so keen to get their hands on it, get their money off this guy, that they whipped it straight off the boat and into the impound lot. Didn't even go through Customs. - Ohhh, the drugs are in the car. - Cool. (UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC) - So, Carol seemed pretty wound up. - Pretty wound up in other people's business, you mean. - Pretty wound up in her best mate... - Popping her clogs? - (SIGHS) - It's not easy, Rita. - I'm not saying it is. - No, but you want us to pretend otherwise. (SIGHS) (GENTLE MUSIC) - You know what I want. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - Relax, Falani. You can cry about your morals into big wads of cash. Now put it back together. - (GROANS) Fuck it. - Fuck it. - Fuck it. - Long story short, it's not doable. For a start, this room doesn't exist. It's not on any of the plans. - That doesn't mean it doesn't exist. - Nah, it's not there, Ted. Yes, the buildings back on to each other, but it's not on the plans. - Well, doesn't mean it's not there. - (CHUCKLES) Ted. - Look, the club and the vault company, they back on to each other? - Yeah, the buildings do, yes. - OK, so you must be able to get from one to the other, right? - OK, even if they are, in some imaginary world, adjacent, the vault ` that's some seriously thick hardened concrete right there. - Yeah, well, it's a vault, Bilkey. It's going to be made out of paper. - You can drill through concrete. - We'd be drilling for 12 hours. and then we'd have to find some fucking way to not set off whatever alarms are inside the vault and which we know nothing about. - Uh-huh, so when you say not doable, what you really mean is not easy, hmm? - (SCOFFS) - Hello, Ted, Bilkey. Is Rita here? - Yes. - I need to talk to her. - Haven't you talked to her enough? - No. - Rita! Carol's here. We should relocate. - Carol. What now? Crystals? Faith healing? - Chocolate brownies, actually. And it's only because I care, so you better get used to it. - Is this a peace offering or something? - Yes... and no. They're medicinal. - Pot brownies? - Yes. I caught up with Carlos. Do you remember Carlos? - I shouldn't, but I do. - He gave us some cookies and we had dinner at my mum's house. - You were eating butter off the butter plate. - It was cheese. - It was butter. So, why have you brought me these now? - OK, I get that you might choose to have your head in the sand for the time being, because you're like that. But sooner or later, reality will hit, and the pain will be real, and it won't be from shagging. And I heard that weed is very good at dealing with it. And you can put them in your freezer and have them when you need them. - I didn't mean now. I meant when you're in pain. - I'm in pain now. - Because of the fucking? - (GROANS) I'm not a doctor. How the fuck would I know what my pain is because of? Cancer? Fucking Ted in the shower? - It's all the same noise to me. - (SIGHS) - They're for you. - Carol, you and I are on this ride together, and you know it. And now we're talking. (LOW-KEY MUSIC) - Take the car somewhere and park it for the cops to find. - Strip the ignition. We don't want 'em to know we had a key. - Sweet. - I could do that. He's already had a drive. - Keith will do it. - Unless we give it a paint job. - That sounds good. - It's part of the deal. The car gets found and goes back to the impound lot. And our guy will soon discover that he does have the money to pay for his tax bill after all. - And the car will clear Customs and be released back to him. - And the stuff we took never even existed. - Gnarly. - Solid plan. Who is this guy? - I don't know. And I don't wanna know. See, Falani? Nothing bad happened. (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) - Ted, I was hoping to have a word. - Let me guess. You're out? - Yeah, that's about the gist of it. Uh, if you're looking for something, you know, on the side, I can sort you out with this timeshare stuff. It's good, honest robbery that you can't nicked for. At least, I don't think you can. - Thanks, Lefty, but I'd rather slam my dick repeatedly in a car door than sell real estate. - (CHUCKLES) - It's not actually selling real estate. - No, it's timeshare. It's lower than real estate. - Come on, Ted. Face some reality, why don't ya? Aren't the days of the great safe-crackers over? It's all about drugs and armed robbery now. The artistry's gone from crime. And haven't we all got a bit much to lose at this point? Bit much to lose and a bit long in the tooth? - Can I speak now? - If you feel the need. So, this job, it turns out it's quite important to Ted. - For fuck's sake, Lefty, stop being a wuss. - He made some really valid points actually. Like, we're a team, and teams stick together. - Or has Ngaire taken your other ball? - And they need me. They'd be lost without me. - If you've lost your bottle, don't have the spine for it, fine, fuck off, then. We'll do it without ya. - Fair enough. Hey, do you think we should buy some more sunbeds? Rent them out? Would be a good side business. Tan is very in, and everyone knows that the sun gives you wrinkles and cancer. Sunbeds ` the safe alternative. - Great idea, doll. Booming trade. - Oh, no, I'm in. Sorry, did you think` Nah, nah, nah. Nah. Just... wondering aloud. (WHIMSICAL MUSIC) (THE FOURMYULA'S 'NATURE') - (GROANS) I'm not sure that second brownie was a good idea. - I loved it... (CHUCKLES) as an idea and a brownie. (SIGHS) Have you got any snacks? - Why? - I'm hungry. - # Rustling whistling trees turning breeze... - Me too. - (GASPS) What if we go and get some? - Some what? - Snacks. - That is a brilliant idea. - Like chips. - Oh God. - Or a birthday cake. - We need this... right now. - Yes, we do. - # Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo. # Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee, dee-dee... # - (SIGHS) - I don't wanna drive, though. - I don't wanna drive. - You have to drive. - Why? - Because I've got cancer. - OK. # Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. # Marijuana. # Marijuana. # Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. # Marijuana. # Marijuana. RAPS: # We had another joint. My blood was starting to surge. # And my stomach said, 'Otis?' # 'I got that urge for a burger and fries...' - (GASPS) Oh shit! - What? - Oh shit! - What? What? - That is a weird fucking looking kid. - (SIGHS) Man, driving sucks. - (EXHALES DEEPLY) - You miss seeing all the good stuff. # Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. # Marijuana. # Marijuana. # Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. # Marijuana. # Marijuana. # So we had another joint and... # - Why have we stopped? - It's a traffic jam. - Why are they not moving? - Because the traffic is jammed. - Come on, move along! (TOOTS HORN) - Oh no, don't do that. They'll see us. - I don't bloody care. Look. - Is it that weird kid again? - It's a dairy. And I think it's within walking distance. (TRANQUIL MUSIC) - Oh, God. - What? - I can't move. - Oh no. Rita, that's not good. - It's the cancer. - (BREATHES SHAKILY) Oh God. You just... You just bloody take it for granted, don't you? I mean,... I know I've got cancer and that things are gonna crap out one of these days, but... - to have it happen so fast... - Oh, Rita. - (GROANS) - Oh, no, hang on. - (SEAT BELT CLICKS) It's the seat belt. - (LAUGHS) (BOTH LAUGH) (TENSE MUSIC) - Get in. All there. I wondered if you'd try to take something for yourself. - That's not my thing. I just want my money, thanks. - Then you have to come with me. - That's not the deal. - Look, these guys are arseholes of the highest. - I'd feel a fuckload better if you came with me. - Still not the deal. OK. How about... you want your money, you come with me to get it? (ENGINE STARTS) This is bullshit, Bianca. (CHIP CRUNCHES) - (MOANS IN DELIGHT) This... is just... I think I'm gonna stay stoned for the rest of my life. - Rita, I don't know what I'll do without you. Who else is gonna tell me when I'm being a big slut or a daft bitch? - Sounds like you're better off without me. - (SCOFFS) Don't say that. - You know,... I don't actually think I'm gonna die. - Is that... a possibility? - Oh,... nah. I'm definitely gonna die. Or am I? Yeah. I am. - (GIGGLES) (SOBS) (TENSE MUSIC) - We wait. We get paid. We move on. (TENSE MUSIC) - Fuck! Cops! (TYRES SCREECH) - Fuck! Fuck. - Leave it! - No! I'm not walking away with nothing. - Fucking dump it! - No. - Dump it! - No way. - Then I'm out. - Fucking go, then. - If you get caught, you keep your mouth shut about me and my boys. - I'm not gonna get caught. Just fuck off, you coward. - (SIGHS) That was quite stressful out there. - It really was. (KNOCK AT DOOR) - WHISPERS: There's someone at the door. - WHISPERS: I know. - We should see who it is. - Unless it's the cops. - (GIGGLES) - Ah. Detective Solomona. - Rita. - How can we help you,... Carol and I? - Forgive the intrusion, but I'm looking for Phineas. - Is he in trouble? - Not that I know of. I like to catch up with him from time to time, that's all. - That is very kind of you. - Remind him I'm still here. Still interested if he's caught up with his old friend Valerie lately. - Valerie is long gone, I think you'll find. - You're welcome to ask him yourself, if you wanna wait. Carol and I are just having some tea and biscuits,... - if you'd like to join us? - OK. Don't mind if I do. - Carol,... - Mmm. - ...put the kettle on. (ENGINE REVS) - The cops were all over it. They fucking knew. - So what do we do? - Get the fuck out of here, for starters. Where's the car? - I knew it. I knew it. - Cockle Bay, waiting to be found. - Prints? - Wiped clean as. - The cops, they were with Bianca? - At the motel. They turned up like they knew we'd be there. - What motel? - She changed the plan for the handover. - Where is she now? - Last I saw, running away with a big bag of coke. - I'm guessing she's been arrested. - I knew we should never have done this. - Drugs are not our` - We don't need a lecture right now, Falani! All I know is that this job's flamed down and we need to get out intact. Double-check that there is nothing left here to connect us to the car ` anything to do with her. - Yes, boss. - We go home and we go about our lives, and if anybody asks you anything, we deny every fucking thing. (TENSE MUSIC) - Just getting the lay of the land, fellas, that's all. No big deal. (RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYS) (CROWD CHEERS, CLAPS, WHISTLES) (CHEERING, WHISTLING CONTINUES) - So, now what? - Yeah, where's this mystery room? - Dwayne reckons there's a door backstage, leads down to the room. - Well, the first problem is getting past the strippers. - There are worse problems. (CROWD CHEERS, WHISTLES) - Uh, what was I talking about? - Cats. - Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES) No, what was I talking about after cats? - Jesus. - No,... it definitely wasn't Jesus. Mrs West, what was in the brownie that I ate? - You mean, what was in the three brownies that you ate? - I'll have you know that drugging a police officer is an offence. - Oh, is it? - Well,... seems like it should be. - On top of possession. - Possession of delicious brownies? - Pot... delicious brownies. So you're going to be arrested. You're going to be in so much trouble when the police find out. No, wait. (GIGGLES) (ALL LAUGH) Oh, shit. Oh. What was I talking about? - Cats. - I love cats. - I don't know about you guys, but I might head down country for a bit. - No. No one runs. Stay staunch. If asked, we deny everything. You guys know how this works. - I said this would go bad. White drugs will curse you whether you take them or not. - Shut the fuck up, Falani! You're not helping. - Helping? I see no helping. I see us screwed the moment they get her and the drugs and she starts naming names ` our names. - We can't control that. So what we hang on to is that we did our jobs. Nobody here did anything stupid, right? We trust each other, we stick together and we will get through this, and if you ask me how, Falani, I will fucking thump you. Now split up, and keep a low profile. Eric, I need you to do something for me. (CROWD CHEERS, WHISTLES) (RHYTHMIC MUSIC PLAYS) - Look, I don't wanna be that guy again` - OK, so don't be. - Well, then I will. Um... (BURPS) Ted, I know this is important to you, and if it could be done, we'd do it, but I really don't see any way` - You. With me. - Why? - Now. - Not until I know why. OK, all right, all right. Fine. Well, fuck me dead. - Happy to, if you're up for it, Teddy. I will make good on all parts of the offer, though. - This your place, Iris? - I have a certain interest in it, yes. But what's your interest in it, Ted? That's what I'm keen to know. You and your little gang. (CHUCKLES) Or should I just guess? - Seeing some dolly birds shake it up close and personal, like good red-blooded Kiwi blokes. - Teddy boy, I know why you're here, and it's not to see my girls' short and curlies. You've heard the story, haven't you? - Heard a lot of stories, Iris. - The one about the strip club with the secret room under the stage that shares a wall with a vault just waiting to be raided. Why do you think I bought this place, Teddy boy? Sure, it's a great cash business, especially the knocking shop upstairs. But the story, the money on the other side in that wall, that was the real attraction. - Was? - I stared at that fucking wall for ages. I still couldn't see a way to get it done. - Well, that's a shame. - Until now. You're an inspiration, Teddy boy. Now I can suddenly see possibilities where there were none before. What do you say,... - partner? - (GLASSES CLINK) (DOOR CLOSES) - Hey. You boys been good for Mum? - I was. - I was better. I ate all my veges. - Veges are for girls. - They have actually. - Go you your room, now. Do not argue. - Go. I'll be in there to see you soon. - How did you go? - Yeah, good. No worries. - Mandy. - Wolfie. - Do you want a drink? - Yeah. - Yeah? We're good? - All good. Nothing to worry about. (VAN AND JETHRO ARGUE IN THE DISTANCE) # Climb a mountain. # See the morning stars. # - LEFTY: Jesus, what was that about? - Iris. - The mad woman? - Is she a stripper here? - What? No, of course she's not a fucking stripper here. - I was gonna say. - She owns the place. And... she knows about the vault. - And the room is real. - OK, and...? - And... - she's offered to partner up on the job. - So the job is possible now? - No, no, no, Phin. The job was always possible. - Just as long as we team up with an insane, treacherous cow. - Oh, shit, Lefty. We're thieves. Very rarely do we work with saints. So? Are we gonna find a way to drill through that wall, take a fucking fortune from that vault? Or not? - Yeah, OK. I'm game. - Yes. - Sure. I guess I can be a rich role model afters. - Yeah, screw it. I can buy more timeshares. - Well, let's fucking do this, then. - Cos we're not fucking dead yet. (GLASSES CLINK, ALL LAUGH) Vote in the General Election and referendums now. Find a voting place close to home to make it quick and easy. Come on, Pup! (SINGS) # Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo # Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo. # Time to vote! Go to vote.nz or call - # And when she dances, # she spins pirouettes in fire. # You can't maintain defences... - The men have returned. - Hi, boys. - Carol. - Phineas. - Wow. You look so... happy. - Super happy. Are you happy too? - Um... yeah. - # She talks to everyone she meets. # Out on the streets. She's no illusion. - Have I missed something? - I've missed you. - At least you're not talking about our sex life, which is good. - (CHUCKLES) - # She talks to everyone she meets. # Out on the streets. She's no illusion. # She tells me she's right... - (SNORES) - Rita, why is there a cop passed out on our bed? - He was tired, and he needed a nap. (BOTH GIGGLE) - Are you two high? - Yes. - Very. - There's a pig in our bed. - Don't worry, Ted. I'll change the sheets. - Before you two start rogering all over again. - Carlos. - Carlos. - Carlos' shit's awesome. - OK, I'm in on this. - It's not gonna make me weird and paranoid, is it? - The last time we had Carlos, we danced till dawn. - Yeah, but real slow. - Ted. - # Pushing me away. That's all right. She's OK. # - Ah, fuck it. There's life in this old gang yet. - # Hey down in splendour, # join the slide. # Standing on the seashore # and the tide... (BOTH GIGGLE) # ...comes rolling through your eyes. - You're a really good friend, Carol. - Is that what we are now? - No, I meant to Rita. - Oh, yeah. I guess. (BOTH GIGGLE) - She seems so happy for someone who's about to die. - It's the pot. - Pot is fucking awesome. (GIGGLES) But mainly it's... it's you. # And the crowd... # die slowly in your arms. # You're left to lie alone. # And save your face of changing colour. - I've figured it out. - What? - The vault. - (CHUCKLES) I never had any doubt. - # ...who will give you ever after. # And you shouldn't have to say goodbye # and wonder if this way is how # it's gonna be. # And you shouldn't have to say goodbye. # (PHONE RINGS) - (GROANS) Piss. GRUMBLES: Fuck off. - What? - Oh, hey, Krystle. How you going? Just thought I'd call and check up on the old Figgs' hacienda. See you're all doing swell. - Are you shitting me, Eric? It's the middle of the night. - Yeah, but you're up, aren't you? - You've got a baby. - Next time I see you, I'm gonna cut your face. - OK, fair enough. - Yeah, if I wasn't alone, I'd come over right now and do it. - Oh, y`you're on your own? No Papa Figgs? No Bianca? - Are you calling at midnight about my lezzy sister? Ugh! What the fuck is your deal, you creepo? - I wasn't. I was interested that they weren't there. - Do you know where they are? - No. Dad left the house hours ago. Didn't say where he was going. And Bianca, no fucking clue. You can't come over, Eric. Yuck. I don't want you. And Dad will skin you and give you to me as a purse. Yeah, that's what he told me. - It'll be like carrying around a large, soft walnut. - Ugh... (LINE DISCONNECTS) (RECORD SCRATCHES, SKIPS) - (GROANS) Ugh. Oh God. What fresh hell is this? - I think... it's the fond memory of time spent with good friends. Not a bad thing, you know? - I do know, actually. - Haven't danced like that in a while. - I don't think we've ever danced like that. - (BOTH CHUCKLE) (DOOR OPENS) - (CLEARS THROAT) - Oh, for fuck's sake. - (SIGHS) - I should definitely arrest you. - (CHUCKLES) (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - Wolf. - Wolf. - What? - You're a million miles away. I just said, do you want some more coffee? - No, I'm all right. - Are you sure everything went OK yesterday? (KNOCKS AT WINDOW) Hey, Cheryl. Wolf, you all good if we have a word? Well, she just that Figgs left without saying why, and lezzo Figgs hasn't been home since before then. - Doesn't mean she's been arrested. - So then why did he leave the house in the middle of the night? - What's going on? - Nothing. - You're acting like there's something I need to know. - I'm acting like there's nothing you need to know. (BANG!) (TENSE MUSIC) (HANDCUFFS CLICK) (STRAITJACKET FITS' 'DOWN IN SPLENDOUR' RESUMES) - Leave my dad alone, pigs! - You've got nothing on him! - # And save your face of changing colour # and your smile of fading colour # cos you'll never know another # who will give you ever after, # and you shouldn't have to say goodbye # and wonder if this way is how # it's gonna be. # And you shouldn't have to say goodbye # and wonder if this way is how # it's gonna be. # (DOOR SLAMS, MUSIC STOPS) (PHONE RINGS, PEOPLE MURMUR DISTANTLY) - How did they know, Falani, huh? About the car? About the handover? - If you are saying what I think you're saying` - They fucking knew! - Why were you at the Blomfield Lodge Motor Inn? - I wasn't. - We have witnesses who say you were. - He'll have plenty of time to reflect on this one when he's doing 10 to 15. - Come join me. You know you want to. - Do you trust her not to give you up? - I think Bianca would cut a deal with the devil if it suited her. - Your son is a dead man walking.