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Pasquale.
Pasquale!
Pasquale, wake up.
What happened?
Nothing. No, tell me what happened.
No, it was nothing. It was just some shit with some Lebo dogs.
Yeah, did you start it?
No, I didn't start it.
Oh, what, you can't take a joke, fellas? Come on.
They were pretty sick rhymes.
You gotta give me credit for that.
Hey, LC! Little Crazy.
What's happening, man?
What's goin' on, my brother?
-Nothing. -Oh, yeah?
I hear your cousins were making some calls from Supermax.
How'd he get that phone in there, mate?
Someone sneak it up their arse, or what? That phone must stink.
I would not be putting that thing near my face.
Someone got a charger in there too, huh? Huh?
You're talking shit, brother. Why don't you fuck off?
Hey, what are ya being a prick for? I was just mucking around.
Just show me some respect, bro. I'm in 'Ndrangheta.
-What's that? -Calabrian old school.
-Goes way back to the old days. -Never heard of it.
Yeah? 'Cause you're a dumb Arab. You don't know shit.
If you knew anything, you'd put respect on this Barbaro name.
It's 400 years old.
Do yourself a favour and fuck off, ya dog!
Why you so upset, bro? I was just muckin' around.
Get outta my face, ya little mutt.
Yeah, what'll happen if I don't?
What, you wanna have a crack?
You little prick, huh? Huh?
Fuckin' dog, huh?
Huh? Ya fuckin' dog!
Huh?
Ugh!
Ya little mutt!
You little prick, huh? Yeah, Brothers for Life?
More like Bum Chums for Life, ya fuckin' dogs!
-You're a weak dog! -Yeah, ya little rat dog.
-Big for nothing. -Yeah? Hey, guess what.
When I get outta here, I'm gonna fuck your missus in the arse.
My missus? Watch your mouth.
You're dead! You fuckin' dog, I'm gonna kill ya!
-I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya! -Ya little rat dog, huh?
Ooh!
Ya just signed your own death warrant, ya dog.
Where are the kids? At kindy?
Yeah. Yeah, and there's dramas with Maria.
Why? What's up?
She's been biting kids. It's happened a few times.
Why is she biting?
I don't know, but we've gotta go see the teacher, Mrs Kimble.
-She's not happy. -When?
-Now. -How come?
Because we've gotta pick up the kids.
I thought we were gonna go home and have a root.
We just had one.
Yeah, but I meant like... like a proper one.
What was the last one? Not good enough?
I don't know. Maybe I feel like another one.
You're a greedy root pig.
How'd you make bail, by the way?
-Oh, good behaviour. -Oh, yeah?
Was this before or after the fight?
I hear you've been in the wars, Pasquale.
Yeah. No. Sweet as.
-Have a seat, mate. -Yeah, yeah.
So, we hear you might have some information for us.
That depends, mate, that depends.
What kind of info youse after?
You're not gonna waste our time again, are ya?
Ah, come on, just muckin' around.
I've got something for youse for sure,
but first, I want something, you know what I mean?
Doesn't work like that, Pat.
You of all people should know that.
I want bail.
If I'm gonna give you something,
I wanna know what guarantee youse are gonna give me.
None.
That's bullshit. Forget it.
OK, Pat. If you've got nothing to give us, we'll get going.
Oh, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Pricks.
I got some guns.
Guns? What kind of guns?
Big guns.
Maria's a very sweet little girl, but she's excitable.
She gets over-emotional at times.
It's probably due to the fact
her speech hasn't quite fully developed.
She gets frustrated, yeah?
And it's in those times that she's sometimes lashing out,
and it's coming in the form of bites.
What kind of bites? Like little nips?
Well, no.
There's been one or two quite serious bites
where she's broken through the skin
and left nasty bruises.
But...but she's only little.
She probably doesn't even know what she's doing.
Yeah, I appreciate that,
but in the interests of safety of the other children,
I'm afraid if it doesn't stop,
we're going to have to ask her to leave.
It's the law.
Maria! It's your daddy! Come here, darling.
It's OK, it's Daddy. Daddy's home.
Hello, my beautiful girl.
Oh, my God, I've missed you so much.
He's been away, working.
Look at the dinosaur!
Come on. How are you?
Ha.
"The Lord said to Moses, 'Go to Pharaoh and say to him,
"'Let my people go, so that they may worship me.
"'If you refuse,
"'I will send a plague of frogs on your whole country.'"
-Frogs? -Yeah.
What's a plague, Daddy?
A plague's kinda like... like a shitload.
Means, like, millions of 'em.
Millions of frogs?
Yeah, frogs everywhere.
"The Lord said to Moses,
"'Stretch out your hand with your staff
"'over the streams and canals and ponds
"'and make frogs come up on the land of Egypt.'"
How many... how many frogs were there?
-I don't know. Heaps. -What colour were they?
I don't know, green. Brown, maybe.
-Ross catches frogs. -Does he?
I'd kiss the frogs.
-What for? -They could turn into a prince.
I've eaten frogs. You can eat the legs.
-Eww! I don't wanna eat frogs! -Nah, nah, they're good.
They taste like, uh... like chicken wings.
Dad, I think a frog plague would be awesome.
Yeah, be pretty cool to see all them frogs, huh?
Alright, it's gettin' late.
Come on, you little monster. Bedtime.
Oww! Oww!
-Under the covers, bro. Come on. -OK.
Alright, little one.
Goodnight, princess.
-Goodnight, Daddy. -OK.
Pasquale, I told you to put down that sword.
Stop hurting the dog!
He's not a dog. He's a cassowary.
You stop that!
Get to school.
Here.
Go on.
Hey! What are you doing, you little shit bag?!
Arghh! Help! Arghhh!
Help!
Westpac corporate account. It got paid out.
-Hey, Les. -What are you tryin' to say?
Get off the phone, you wanker.
Mate, that's a load of bullshit. You know it.
But I gotta go, mate, I gotta go. I'm not dealing with this.
I'll ring you later. Alright? 'Bye.
-Idiot. Brother! -Hey.
-Oh, look at you, man! -Yeah, mate.
-Huge. -How many things did you want?
Hey, hey, hey, keep it down, ya dickhead. Relax.
Come here, come here. Come over here.
-So how many things did ya want? -Just give us 10.
A lot of pre-packing.
There. -Easy.
-It's all there, brother? -Yeah.
No worries. Beautiful.
-Did ya hear about Little Crazy? -What about him?
Got his bail hearing in a few days.
He's not gonna get bail.
What'd you say to him to get so pissed off?
Said I was gonna root his missus in the arse.
You'd better hope he doesn't get bail.
-I couldn't give a shit. -Come here. Come with me.
-Where? -Here. Come here. Look at this.
Have a look at what?
It's the best view in Sydney right there, mate. Look at it.
The best view? How can you say that?
How can you not, mate? That's a world-class view.
What do you mean? It's an alright view.
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