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Jesus!

Mom! What the fuck are you doing here?

Language, Mia. Honestly!

- You scared the shit out of me. - Evidently.

Waste of a good lasagna.

Mom, why are you here? You should have called.

I'll just get a start on breakfast.

Sally!

I'm here because your idiot husband just died,

And I thought you might want some help.

Thanks, Mom.

But you're right. I should have called.

I just didn't expect the wanker to up and die like that.

Mom, you can't call him that in front of the kids.

- Hi Nana. - Oh. Hello, children.

Who wants eggs?

Goodo.

Wanker!

No, no, no, no. She can't have the house.

Because since when did she pay for anything?

The woman's out of her god damned mind.

I don't know.

No, you're the lawyer. I'm paying you enough.

Do your fucking job, dildo.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Daddy shouldn't swear.

Just sit. So...

Did you find Jerry?

Where's my package?

Oh, still can't find him, boss.

It's like he just vanished or something eh?

People don't just vanish, Spider.

Not without me saying so.

And not when they owe me a passport.

I reckon maybe he's just

ditched his phone or done a runner or something.

Oh, you reckon that, do you? How would he have done that?

Maybe he forged himself a passport.

Gatekeepers has to be on a plane by the end of the week.

- That's what I told our bosses. - I know DMac.

We don't have time for a plan B.

I have to get them a clean passport

or the entire operation is royally fucked.

Do you know what that means, Spider?

Yeah. It means we can't clear the shipment.

No we can't, and that's not good.

We'll lose a couple of hundred mil just like that.

Now, do you think that the cartel sitting at home

in their haciendas in fucking Santa del Taco or wherever

will just let that one slide, give us another bite at it?

No. No. We'll be, we'll be dead.

- What? We'll be dead? - We'll be dead.

We'll be dead. We'll be dead.

It's fucking dead!

We will be dead, you flightless Kiwi sap.

I'm trying to bring New Zealand into the big time.

I'm just trying to bring a little bit of cocaine

and proper money into this shithole of a country,

and this sort of shit never happened back home.

Because in Australia, we have organized crime!

Tee up another ball for me, mate.

Tee up another ball. Tee up another ball.

- Tee up another ball. - Yeah, okay.

Find Jerry.

He doesn't have the balls to do a runner.

Call him. Now. I want to hear it.

Okay. Okay.

Now these folks

have a 4.8 rating on Google reviews.

Best in the biz.

Can we please not do this now Mom?

Honestly, Mia, you can't sleep all day.

A bit of routine is what gets us through these tough times.

Do you know what I did the day my father died?

I went to school and won the cross country.

Routine.

Now the lawyer called

and was quite insistent you go see her.

The police need you to drop by.

And I'll book us in with Sheena at Promises Funerals at 3 p.m...

Oh, that's right. Off you go. Get dressed, I'll clean up.

And then it's all hands on deck.

Oh, Sweetheart.

Plenty of time for that later.

Now, Mia, where do you keep the Jif?

- Good morning. -

What are you doing?

I slept in the car. Jesus, you scared me.

Why? Why are you in my car?

Because I wanted to make sure you're okay.

And we need to make a plan about Ryan.

- Huh? - The guy in the lock-up.

What guy in the lock-up?

The, you know, this guy, Ryan?

Please tell me you didn't put the guy that we hit

inside my storage lock-up.

Well, let's just taihoa on the "we hid".

- But, yeah, he's in there. - What?

Well you told me to take care of him.

I meant take him to the hospital.

Yeah, well, Ryan was pretty clear

that he didn't want to go to the hospital,

and he's not wrong, okay?

'Cause there's CCTVs there.

There's security, and people tend to ask questions

when a gang member's just dropped off on the front door

- and then left there. - Whoa, he's from a gang?

Well, yeah. Pretty sure. But listen, good news.

He's alive, so that's good for us.

And I got his big-ass knife off him.

- So he's not armed anymore. - Oh my God.

Yeah. Oh, less bright side though.

Um, his leg is pretty badly broken,

so we are gonna have to do something about that soonish.

All okay in there, darling?

Yes, Mom. I'm just getting the Jif.

Look what I found in the freezer.

Grief will make you do silly things.

Go on, dear.

You have to face the music sometime.

Good.

Jerry.

Is this a little game of hide and seek, mate?

- ' Cause I am gonna find you. -

And fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

We need to go to the storage lock-up.

Yeah just a second.

Oh, before we go, can I get some breakfast?

I am starving over here.

That's my girl. Bit of lippy and you're right as rain.

See you at 3 p.m., Mom.

I don't understand.

Like, what does a gang member want with Jerry?

I don't know. I don't know.

But listen, my general philosophy on these things

is the less questions, the better, okay?

We just get in, we get out. Bada bing, bada boom.

- Can you not? - Yeah. Fine.

Also, we need to make sure that he doesn't die, okay?

Because then we're really screwed.

Let's do this, Kettle. Let's do this.

- You put him in a crate? - Yeah, yeah. I tied him up.

I YouTubed the knot so he won't get out.

Unless he's a sailor, and then he'll know how.

Ryan?

Hey, buddy. It's me.

I brought a friend. She's a doctor.

What? I was a paramedic!

Hey, buddy.

She's gonna get that leg of yours all fixed up.

Tickety boo, buddy?

That's weird. Maybe he is a sailor.

Oh my God. Did you lock the door?

- Where is he? - He was tied up.

I mean, I was pretty confident with those knots.

Plus, he has a broken leg. How far could he have gone?

- Ow! - Oh!

- Ow! - Oscar?!

Wait, wait. Ryan. Let's talk. Talk.

- Ow. - Ow!

Ooh!

Ow!

- Oh! - Ow...

- Fuck! - Ow, ow!

- Ow! - Ow!

Whoa, whoa!

Oh my God!

Argh...

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Uh, uh.

Oh my God!

Get him off me!

Yes, yes! Come on, uh.

- Fuck! - Yeah. Fuck!

You going to school?

Yeah. Well, I'm not sitting around here all day

with "all hands on deck," cleaning away our feelings.

I just hope she doesn't iron my undies again.

Yeah, I remember that.

Do you think he was depressed?

Who?

Dad.

So lame that he just, like, tapped out like that.

Yeah, well, it's not like Mom's easy to live with.

That's a real shitty thing to say, Liv.