Mr Inbetween

‐Alright? ‐Hi, my love.

Here's your stuff.

‐What the fuck? ‐Don't get all worked up.

What happened?

Tripped over the rug at the office.

Don't bullshit me, Fredrick.

Don't call me fuckin' Fredrick.

Don't lie to me. Spill it.

Look, I just... I had a bit of a day, alright?

Oh, fuck's sakes.

‐It's fine. Just chill out, OK? ‐Don't tell me to chill out.

Telling me to chill out's not gonna chill me out!

I thought you sorted all that shit.

I did, but...

So you're not gonna stop, then.

I am.

Just...look, I haven't gambled since...

..since...the last time.

But, I mean, I've got these guys who owe me money

and they haven't paid me, so...

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna sort it out.

Why don't you talk to Ray?

I'm not gonna talk to Ray.

Oh, God, you're a stubborn bastard.

What's for tea?

Lasagne.

‐Did you get the dunny paper? ‐Oh, fuck it!

Oh, fuckin' hopeless.

‐I'm getting changed. ‐OK.

‐How you doin'? ‐Yeah, good, Ray.

‐How are you? ‐Yeah, good.

What's happening?

Can we talk?

Sure, yeah.

What's up?

Uh, look, I...I know that you know

Freddy's got a bit of a gambling problem.

Yeah. Yeah.

But, um, he's in a bit of trouble.

Hmm.

Oi, can I help ya?

‐Yeah, I'm looking for Remy. ‐Why?

A mate of mine owes him some money.

‐Who's your mate? ‐Freddy Vellah.

You're friends with that piece of shit?

Beggars can't be choosers, mate.

So what do you want? You here to pay your buddy's tab?

I'm not that generous. Is he up there?

You tell that dickhead if he doesn't pay in the next week,

he ain't gonna be walking so good.

What... Fuck!

Arggh! Goddammit!

‐Fuck! ‐How you going, mate? Alright?

‐Good. You? ‐Yeah.

‐Can we talk? ‐We can do that.

Fuck!

Sorry about that.

Uh...

I'm a mate of Freddy's.

Uh‐huh.

Uh...

Everybody knows he's a degenerate.

I was hoping you could, uh, go easy on him.

And if I don't go easy on him?

I'm not here to threaten anybody, mate.

I'm just here asking for a favour, that's it.

Um, I know how to repay one, so...

Just ask around about me.

OK.

And who are you?

Ray Shoesmith.

I thought you and Freddy had a falling‐out.

Uh, we just had a rough patch.

Fair enough.

Well, I can't wipe the debt.

Yeah, I don't expect you to.

You know, if you can just give him a bit more time.

Yeah, I can do that.

Beauty.

‐Good to meet you. ‐Likewise.

Do you know who that was?

Some fuckin' clown.

That was the Magician.

The what?

‐Yeah.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Making posters.

Oh, yeah. What for?

The climate change rally.

In the city.

Oh. Ohhhh.

Climate change, eh?

You guys don't believe in that rubbish, do you?

It's not rubbish.

Come on, everyone knows that temperatures are rising

because of the chemtrails.

‐What are chemtrails? ‐You know, the planes.

The planes are releasing chemicals, you know,

like barium, aluminium, strontium.

It's carbon emissions and it's not rubbish.

Oh. OK, Greta.

OK, boomer.

You even know what a boomer is?

‐You're a boomer. ‐No.

Boomers are born after World War II

and up until the late 1960s.

‐I'm not that old. ‐You look that old.

‐Yeah.

Hmm.

‐I got it.

Oh, OK.

‐How are ya? ‐Yeah, not bad.

We'll go out the back.

Five days.

No, no. You still need to do it.

Just talk to Cullen.

Yeah, he'll be here.

Anyway, I'll call you back.

Here he is.

Did you get a good night's sleep?

Do you want coffee?

‐Any decaf?

No. We don't have decaf.

I'll give it a miss, mate.

How are ya?

Ah!

Zo‐Zo!

Hi.

Zoe, I'd like you to meet Ray.

‐Hey.

Hey.

Yep.

Yeah, well, that's not up to you to decide, is it?

Yeah, well, whatever he says, it's Tuesday.

‐It's just fuckin' Tuesday. ‐OK, got it.

Not nervous, are you?

‐I don't really get nervous. ‐Good.

It's a piece of piss anyway.

Hmm.

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Your all‐important weather

for tomorrow and the next few days.

It's cooling down in the city.

Clear skies, not much rain. Maybe a shower or two...

So, where's your folks from?

‐My mum's from New Zealand... ‐Hmm.

..and my dad's from Queensland.

And you grew up in New Zealand, right?

Yeah.

‐Have you ever been there? ‐Nah.

Really? You should go. It's so beautiful.

Mmm.

Cops coming your way.

Thanks, mate.

Oh, Samantha! You didn't yell 'stop' in time!

‐Oh, no! ‐Oh, no! The pot gets nothing.

Sorry. Let's go to our next caller.

That's you, Pam. You know how to play?

‐I do. ‐So I need a nice big 'stop'.

Whoever that is.

Yeah, well, well, fuck that.

You have to put it in the little fishies, you know?

Oh, I like the little fishy things.

You know, the kind you get for your sushi.

Yeah, yeah, just put it in that.

Oh, I don't fuckin' know. Gotta ship it out in something.

They tend to struggle, I guess.

Potential to destroy them.

What's on?

Nothing.

Do they have Netflix?

I don't think so.

Thought he was about...

..thought he was about to run over the top of him.

And another turnover, Hodgy.