- Don't get an Audi. - Why not?
Mate, Audi drivers.
No good?
The worst fucking drivers on the road.
I thought Mercedes drivers were the worst drivers.
Nah, Mercedes drivers number two.
- Yeah? - Audi, number one worst.
- Oh. - I reckon the thing is with Audis,
like, don't get me wrong,
they're great cars, they're luxury cars,
- but they're actually not that expensive. - Yeah.
So I think the people who buy them,
they actually want a beemer or a Mercedes,
- but they can't afford them. - Yeah. Yeah.
But they still want people to think they've got money
'cause, you know, they're arseholes,
- so they get the Audi. - Yeah.
Ah, I got you.
So if I buy one,
does that mean I'm an arsehole?
- Hey. - What's going on?
Same old shit. You good?
Good as you can be in this place, eh.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.
Oh, this is Adam.
- Hey. - Hey.
Look, I gotta go shower, but, um, you know, we'll talk.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Catch you later. - See you later, all right?
- See you, champ. - What'd you call me?
- What? - You heard.
Uh, you can't say that word, mate.
- Why? - It's just not a good word.
Yeah, okay. Sorry.
He's just a newbie, mate. No offence.
What the fuck?
- 'Champ' means 'cocksucker'. - Oh, fuck off.
How the fuck am I supposed to know that?
Well, you know now, don't you?
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Thanks, mate. Cheers.
- How are you? - I'm good.
- How's the club? - Yeah, good. Yeah.
Fuckin' sweet, I've never visited anyone inside before.
Me neither.
You got a good lawyer?
Yeah, I think he's pretty good.
- But he's fucking exy. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Anything I can do?
Uh, I got a mate looking into it,
so, uh, see what happens.
- But I appreciate it. - Okay.
How's your kid?
Yeah, she's good. She's, uh, growing up.
- Yeah. How old is she now? - 12.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
She's at that stage, uh,
she just wants to hang out with her friends and that
and, uh, yeah, feel a bit left out, but...
Yeah, mate, I hear you, but don't take it personally.
- It's how kids are built. - Mmm.
You know, they need you, which is great,
and then one day they don't.
And it's, uh... it's hard in a way,
but, uh, they come back.
Yeah.
Hey, uh...
I got a job for you if you're interested.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna be in here for a while, mate, so...
Yeah, no, the job's in here.
What's that?
The... the job's in here.
Ah. Okay. Um...
It's a guy called Johnny Tran. You know him?
Nuh.
It's... it's not for me. It's for a guy I know.
And what's the job?
The guy's being a bit of a dickhead,
so, you know, just fuck him up a bit.
Nothing permanent.
- How much? - 10.
What do you reckon?
Yeah.
All right.
Yeah.
How's the food been?
That good?
What's your problem, huh?
- Nothing. - What did you fucking say?
Harris.
Yeah, you'll keep.
Reckon he'll do something?
Probably.
What do I do?
Get in first.
- Hit him? - Mm-hm.
No, I can't.
Oh, well, maybe he'll leave you alone.
You don't think he will, though?
Nuh.
That's fucked. I mean, I didn't even...
How am I supposed to know that you can't say fuckin' 'champ'?
He don't hear much, so, uh, you better do something about him.
Mate, I can't fight.
Mate, most fucking guys in here can't fight.
All right? They're just bullies.
You know, looking for people who can't stand up for themselves.
So if you don't stand up and do something about it,
you're gonna have half the pricks in here after you.
Well, I don't want that. But have you seen the fucking size
- of the guy? - Doesn't matter.
- Doesn't matter? - Nuh.
Okay, then why do they have weight limits in the UFC?
Mate, doesn't matter how big he is,
doesn't matter how big you are, right?
In a real fucking fight, the only thing that matters
is the size of this thing here.
Yeah, well, mine's a little bit on the small side.
- What is? - My heart.
- Well, you're fucked, then. - Thanks.
Sorry, mate.
Cheers, brother.
- Call your daughter? - Yeah.
- Is she good? - Yeah, she's pretty good.
- Called yours? - No, mate. Not yet.
Sss!
Shit! What the fuck?!
What are you doing?
Meditating.
Why do you do that?
Helps me relax.
- Fair enough. - Yeah.
I used to have, um, really bad anxiety and shit,
so I've been doing it for a couple of years now.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You never meditated?
Nuh.
You should give it a crack.
Yeah, I don't have anxiety.
Well, you don't need to have anxiety to do it.
So how do you do it?
Uh...
Okay, so you focus on your breathing...
- Yeah. - ... and you count your breaths.
And so, basically it's every time you breathe out,
you count.
So from one through till 10, yeah, then back to one again.
- Keep going. - All right.
Ahh.
So, how long do I do it for?
Well, as long as you want.
It's a bit boring.
That's okay. Um...
When you first start out, so it takes a while to relax into it.
But, um...
Uh, Ray, can I ask you something?
Mm-hm.
Why'd you throw the hot water in that guy's face?
Oh, it was business.
- What do you mean? - Oh, it was a job.
Someone paid you to do it?
Uh-huh.
- Why? - He pissed somebody off.
That's it?
It's enough.
No offence, but that's pretty... It's pretty fucked up.
Yeah, that's the way it is in here, mate, you know?
You go around pissing people off, there's consequences.
I just don't think violence is the answer, you know?
Yeah.
Sometimes it is.
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe I'm just a pacifist, you know?
Nah, you're just scared.
Matty, customer.
Can I help you?
- Are you Matty? - Yeah.
Just come to get a quote, mate.
Yeah. What kind of vehicle you got?
What happened to your eye?
Some fucking idiot king-hit me.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
What happened?
Oh, I was crossing the road...
... some jerk-off comes tearing along,
doesn't even slow down.
I nearly go over the fucking hood.
- That's pretty fucked. - Yeah.
And then the prick gets out, blames me.
Next minute just...
Mmm.
So, when you crossed the road,
was it, like, a... a pedestrian crossing?
Yeah.
So there were white stripes painted on the road,
there was signs up and shit?
Yeah.
That's funny, Matty, 'cause I went down there today
and I didn't see any fucking pedestrian crossing.
Well, how would you know? I didn't tell you where it happened.
Let's go for a drive, eh?
Fuck off.
I can't hear him.
I think we should freeze just in case.
- Change it back. - No.
- I'm fucking watching that. - Do I look like I care?
- Give me the fucking remote. - No.
- Give me that. - What...
- Hey! - Fucking dickhead.
Good on you.
Change the fucking channel.
- Hey, cunt. - Oh, fuck!
Ugh!
We've got an inmate down in...
- Come on, get out. Get out. - Ah!
Get out.
- No. Nah. No! - Come here.
Please, please. I'll drop the charges. I'll drop the charges.
Please, please, please, please. Oh!
- Please! I've got money. - Shut up!
Please! I'll drop the charges. I've got money.
- Shut up. - I'll give you anything.
Please, please! Please.
I'm sorry.
- You're comfy there? - Please, please.
- You gonna drop the charges? - Yes! I'll fucking drop them.
That's good.
But just so you know, if you don't...
You see this face?
That will be the last thing you ever fucking see.
You understand that?
- Yes? - Yes.
Stop fucking crying. It's embarrassing.
All dressed, ready to hit the town?
Yeah, mate. Yeah.
Okay.
- Cheers. - Mobile phone.
Tobacco and lighter.
Yep.
Pair of sunnies.
And a little bit of cash to get you started.
Thanks, mate. Cheers.
Let's get over the gate
- and we'll get you out of here. - Sure, mate.
Discharge for Shoesmith.
- Shoesmith, time to go. - There you go, Ray.
- Yeah. - See you next time.
Hope not.
- Hey. - Hi.
Brit's in the loo.
Ah.
She's been acting a bit weird lately. Just a heads-up.
What do you mean?
You know, she won't talk, but something is up.
- How are you, sweetheart? - Hi.
Hmm.
Mmm. Okay.
'Bye.
- So, what's the goss? - No goss.
No goss.
Is your little mate gonna come over and stay?
No.
How come?
'Cause her parents won't let her.
Oh.
Why not?
'Cause you're a criminal.
What?
I know you went to jail.
Who told you?
Doesn't matter who told me. Why were you in jail?
Um...
I had a, uh, situation with a guy.
What do you mean, a situation?
Well, I was driving down the road
and these two guys just decided
that they were gonna cross in front of the car
while I was driving.
So, I... you know, I have to veer to get around them, right,
otherwise I'm gonna run 'em over.
As I go past them,
one of the guys slapped the side mirror on the car,
so I pulled over and I'm, like, "Mate, what's the problem?"
I'm trying to figure out what this guy's so angry about.
You know, before I know it, the guy's swinging at me,
trying to, you know, punch me in the face.
I'm, like, you know... I gotta defend myself.
Like, I'm not gonna get my head punched in,
so I hit him and, you know,
the cops were there, unfortunately, pretty close
and they saw me hit him and so they put me in remand.
What's remand?
Remand is, um...
That's the place where they put you
when they're trying to figure out
whether you've done the wrong thing or not, right?
So, I didn't go to court, I wasn't convicted,
I wasn't found guilty.
They just put me in there so they could investigate
and found out what happened, all right?
So, police investigated, they found out
that I didn't start the fight,
it was the other guy trying to hit me
and that I was just trying to defend myself,
so they released me out of jail.
Why did you lie?
'Cause I didn't wanna worry you.
Yeah, but you shouldn't lie.
I know.
I should have told you.
And I'm sorry that I didn't, you know.
- Okay? - Whatever.
I am actually really sorry that I...
You're just sorry that I found out.
You wouldn't like it if I lied to you.
Fair enough.
How you going?
- Good, thanks. - I'm Brittany's dad.
Oh.
Um, Brit said that, um, you know, uh,
Romy didn't wanna... you didn't want her to come and stay
'cause you'd heard I'd been in jail.
Oh, yeah. Well, look, we just...
You know, that was just something that I'd heard, so...
Yeah. Look, no, I mean, I'm not upset about it or anything.
But it's just I wanted to come round and explain to you
'cause it's kinda, like, everybody's kind of talking
and... and, um...
So, basically what happened was, um,
it was kind of like a road rage sort of incident.
Um, I defended myself, um,
and, unfortunately, the other guy came off worse for wear,
you know what I mean, so he pressed charges against me.
Oh.
Yeah. So...
Um, but, you know, the cops investigated
and they found out that I wasn't at fault,
and, um, yeah, so they dismissed all the charges
and, you know...
Well, I'm sorry.
And... and you're right about everyone talking.
- Yeah. So... - Okay, great.
Well, thank you for explaining.
Yeah, look, so, you know,
Brit's still keen to, you know, have Romy stay over.
- So if you wanna... - She'd love to come and stay.
- Awesome. - But we've, um...
we've gotta go and see her grandmother,
who's really not very well at the moment, so...
Oh. Now?
- Yeah. - That's no good.
Yeah. Thank you.
- All right. - But, mmm, another time maybe.
Yeah, yeah, sure. Yeah.
Great.
- Okay. - Okay.
So...
Uh, she's gotta go see her grandma.
Uh... because she's sick, apparently.
So...
Whatever.
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