The Twelve (2022) s02e03 Episode Script

Steer clear of Mum for a bit, eh?
I need to talk to her.
Nothing's hit my account.
So, this'll just tide
you over for a little bit.
I don't want your money.
You just have to be patient,
then, because she pays,
just eventually.
Look, it's the crazy chicken lady.
I told you, you stick to
your own side, you kids!
I put the mill on the market.
When did you decide that?
When I was told I have terminal cancer.
I'm here to check your
vitals and make sure
you know how to use those
catheter bags they gave you.
Everybody thinks I'm boring.
You are the opposite of boring.
- Mama, look!
- Oh, my God, Rosa.
You've got your First
Holy Communion this Sunday.
What's wrong?
We can't claim insurance.
It's all over the bloody news.
None of this can get
back to Dad, alright?
Oh, come on, Chris, that's not fair.
None of their wives are
calling them in court.
Yeah, OK. Yeah, got it, got it.
Bit late for that, wouldn't you say?
- What?
- Modesty.
Oh!
Oh, no!
Shit.
What are you doing with that?
It's already done.
Clean it up.
Hello.
Who do you belong to?
Want some of this?
Go on.
Well, don't say thanks or anything.
I hope I haven't pulled you away
from anything too important.
I'm walking into court.
Unlike you, I don't use
work as a transparent ploy
to avoid my own family.
I'm in the middle of a
fucking murder trial, Chris.
I just I can't do this, Meredith.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means what it means.
Well, I'm not doing this over the phone.
Meredith
Good news or bad news?
There's good news?
I mean, we're not sending
her to the scrap yard.
OK.
But the damage, it's not superficial.
Whatever this hit, hit hard.
You've scored your
sump, kingpins are shot,
diff housing's bent.
Shit, OK, uh
What are we looking at?
Even if I lowered the price for you,
mate's rates, once you add in labour,
18K.
Whew. Jesus. OK.
Right, want to call the boys
about getting this
towed over to the shop?
No, no, Ryan, Ryan, you can
do it here, can't you, mate?
It's way easier if I
have all my own tools
- and my own hydraulic jack.
- I get that, mate, I just I need the
truck to stay here, that's all.
Well, sorry, that comes with a premium.
Does it?
Round it up to 20.
Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Right.
Fuck.
Dad.
Alright, well, I think we
should start an op-shop pile.
Where's this coming from?
The nurse's idea, apparently.
Clear some space.
So he'll listen to the nurse!
Maybe we should get the nurse to
tell him he needs to start a bonfire.
Look, don't go crazy in there, you two!
Shit. Did he hear me?
Yes, he did.
Ooh!
Where did that come
from? Where's the culprit?
Here.
Ah!
- Oh, good mark!
- Thanks, Ray!
Where's my girl?
Ray's home! Mum!
Hey-hey-hey!
Oh, did you miss me senseless, did you?
Oh!
What's all this? You spring cleaning?
No. The kids next door.
Look at this.
Threw eggs at the window last
night. Now it's like cement.
Why? Did you have a go at
them for breaking the eggs?
No. I left a short note about the bins.
Why don't you invite
the kids over, you know?
Teach them how to bake like
you did with Bella's lot.
You catch a lot more flies
with honey, sweetheart.
It was different with Bella's kids.
Why?
How's old Marjorie-moo going?
Well, she's battier than ever,
so you'll have fun with that, won't you?
I'll see you tonight, love.
Mm!
Alright, you have fun
at your civic duties.
Thank you. 'Bye!
Hey, Marjorie.
How many washes did
it say on the packet?
12 to 15.
Is it really that bad?
Maybe we need to get a special shampoo.
She said it looked cool.
Well, she's wrong.
Look at this. It's such a mess!
Oh! You OK under there?
Yeah.
Whew.
Can you please state
your name for the court?
Yes. My name is Amethyst Walker.
If you could please tell us the name
on your birth certificate, Ms Walker.
Yeah, sorry.
Legally, my name is Amy Walker.
Amethyst is my chosen name.
Thank you.
What is your relationship to Mrs Price?
We own the neighbouring
property, my partner and me.
You live on the property?
Yes, we run our business there.
It's an organic farm.
- Joe.
- Thank you.
Now let's go through the
events of July 19, 2022.
Did you hear anything from
Mrs Price's property that day?
Yes. At 3:26pm, I heard a gunshot.
That's quite precise.
How do you know it was that exact time?
Because as soon as I heard
it, I rang my partner, Sue,
and I've got the time on my phone.
I see. Thank you.
What happened then?
When she didn't pick up,
I got more and more worried,
so after about 10 minutes,
I drove over there.
Fucking bitch.
What happened after that, Ms Walker?
Fuck.
I pulled into Airly Downs
but no-one was around.
Did you see any vehicles
parked on the property?
Yes. I saw Bernie's ute
parked up near the well.
Did you see any other vehicles
parked in the driveway?
Yes, I saw a ute parked near the house.
Did you know who that ute belonged to?
Yes, it was Sasha's.
So, at 3:40pm,
when the accused claims she
was at a waterfall 15km away,
you saw her ute parked on Airly Downs?
Yes.
That's right.
Thank you. No further
questions, Your Honour.
So, you've told us that a few
minutes after you heard the gunshot,
you drove over to Airly Downs
because you were concerned.
Uh, do you mean concerned
for Mrs Price's safety, or
No.
I was worried about my dog.
Your dog?
Could you elaborate on that for us?
Yeah, in March, about four
months before Bernie died,
I also heard a gunshot, but, you know,
you hear gunshots all the time,
so I didn't really think
anything of it, and
a couple of hours later,
I realised that I hadn't seen
my dog, Milo, all morning.
No. Oh, my baby!
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
I found him on the fence line
between our property and Airly Downs.
He'd been shot.
Bernie said that he'd
been attacking her chooks,
and the way she
The way she put it,
she, uh, "put him down".
I took him to the vet's,
but he was already
So after you heard the gunshot,
you drove over to Airly Downs.
This is on the day
that Bernice Price died.
Now, is it fair to say
that you were distressed,
concerned that now she
may have shot your new dog?
Of course. Wouldn't you be?
And how long were you on
the Airly Downs property?
Not long. About a minute or so.
- One minute?
- Yes.
Because as soon as I
arrived, my partner rang,
and, thank God, she'd taken
our new dog, Wally, into town,
so I left.
And in the minute,
the 60 seconds that you were there,
you saw both utes?
Yes.
Did you see their numberplates?
- No, I wasn't paying attention.
- How could you identify
who the vehicles belonged to?
I recognised them.
I'd seen them all time.
You'd seen them all the time.
And how thoroughly would you say
that you were taking
in your surroundings
in the minute, the 60
seconds, that you were there,
taking into consideration
that you were in
this highly distressed
state, as you've just said?
Very thoroughly. I was looking
to see if my dog had been shot.
Excuse me.
Could I just, um
Ms Nelson-Moore, do you
have anything further?
Yes. If your
If your dog had been killed
Um, yeah.
No further questions.
She went a bit soft
on the revenge angle.
Yeah, we might have to
pick up the slack, I think.
Meredith's husband
just arrived from Perth.
Unexpectedly.
Well, let's flick out a lure
for the witness, shall we?
Chris?!
You said you couldn't do it
on the phone so I got in the car.
Where are the kids?
It's one night. They'll manage.
They'll manage?!
I can't believe that you walked
into that courtroom like that.
Looks like I've finally
got your attention.
I can't do this now.
Fine. Let's get dinner, then.
Pub on the corner at 6:00.
What sort of person
kills someone else's dog?
- It was on her property.
- It went after her chooks.
Yeah, but it's still pretty brutal.
I'd kill someone who shot my dog.
I'm not joking.
She's not. She loved that
dog more than she loved me.
At least the dog had the decency
to look guilty after it made a mess.
Yeah.
So I was thinking
The, um the mill, mate.
Take it off the market.
- I only just listed it.
- Come on.
You know I'll give you a fair price.
Save you giving old mate here 3%.
Are you trying to own
everything in town, Ian?
- What's that?
- You trying to own everything in town?
Yeah, yeah. Good one.
Just leave it with me.
- Yeah, alright.
- Mm.
Excuse me, miss.
Oh!
Hello.
Hello!
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Can't surprise my, uh my girlfriend
with a romantic, spontaneous visit?
Oh, you can.
Hey, how much do we have
in the savings account?
Uh, like, almost 9K.
Oh, yeah.
Joey.
What?
Alice, fucking hell, it's not for that.
OK, well, we're saving
for a house, so
I know, I know. I'm just
having a few cash flow problems
with the business
you know, they've upped my PAYG, so
- Oh.
- Yeah.
C-could I
just skim a little bit off the top,
and I'll pay it back
to you next quarter?
It's a term deposit, so
I'd lose the interest.
Can't you ask your dad?
He just bought me a truck, so, you know.
Yeah.
But it's all good.
- Is it?
- It is.
I will sort it.
Do a bit of creative accounting.
Well, I'd better get back
and solve this bloody crime.
Thank you for the
spontaneous romantic visit
to chat about our finances.
Anytime.
How long had you lived
next door to Mrs Price
- before she died?
- About two years.
And before the incident with Milo,
how was your relationship with her?
Well, we had nothing
against her, but she
always had some complaint
or other against us.
Mm. What sort of complaints?
About the way we ran our farm.
I mean, she was a bigot.
We heard that she'd been
complaining about us in town,
that she had a whole
raft of nicknames for us.
I-I take it these weren't
exactly terms of endearment.
The 'loopy lezzos' was a favourite.
Dippy dykes.
- Gay greenies.
- I see.
- Hummus homos.
- Mm.
Well, you have to at least
admire her commitment to alliteration.
Your Honour
if Mr Colby wants to
try his hand at comedy,
might I suggest a pub open-mic night?
Thank you, Mr Persand, I had
no idea there was one in town.
Spare me the trouble of
reprimanding you, Mr Colby.
Happily, Your Honour.
So, uh, Ms Walker,
is it fair to say that, um,
Mrs Price got under your skin?
We didn't mean her any harm,
if that's what you're implying.
I'm not implying anything, Ms Walker.
But it's interesting that
you should say that, because
after two years of these fights,
of these inventive insults,
she killed your beloved dog.
You were furious with her, weren't you?
After Milo, we certainly weren't
friendly neighbours, but as I said,
we didn't mean her any harm.
Do you own an auger, Ms Walker?
You mean a post-hole digger?
- Yes.
- And was there one in your truck
when you drove over to Airly Downs
on the day that Mrs Price died?
- I don't remember.
- And were you there on the property at 3:40pm
during the exact window of her death?
- I didn't see her.
- I'll ask you that again.
Were you there during the
exact window of her death
at 3:40pm?
I was there. I didn't see her.
Were you furious at Mrs Price
as you drove to her property?
No, I was concerned.
Did you want revenge for
what she'd done to Milo
and for what you
feared she had just done
to your new dog, Wally?
No, I didn't want revenge.
I don't believe in revenge.
I'm not a vindictive person.
I see.
Can the witness be shown
exhibit 15, Your Honour?
Now, you just testified
that at 3:40pm you
saw Mrs Price's vehicle
parked up by the well
and Sasha Price's vehicle
parked near the house.
Is that correct?
- Yes.
- So, of these eight vehicles, Ms Walker,
could you go ahead and identify for me
which is Mrs Price's vehicle
and which is Sasha Price's?
Number 2 is Bernie's.
And number 3 is Sasha's.
So number 3 is the one that
is parked near the house.
Is that right?
Yes, Sasha's ute.
Uh, thank you. Nothing further.
Thank you, Ms Walker. You are excused.
Don't you love it when
they take the bait?
Dr Turner, as an expert in ballistics,
can you tell us what this slide shows?
This is Packard Ammunition residue
found on Mrs Price's vest.
Thank you.
This is Bernice Price's shotgun.
Could the residue on the vest
have come from this weapon?
No. There was no Packard
residue in the barrel.
Ballistics confirmed that it
hadn't been fired in some time.
Mm.
This is the unregistered
.22-calibre rifle
seized by police from
Patrick Harrows's hotel room
two weeks after Bernice Price's death.
What can you tell us about it?
It was found already loaded
with Packard Ammunition.
Gunpowder in the barrel
indicated that it had
recently been fired.
Hey, you want to go for a swim?
Yep.
Mm!
Why do waterfall beers taste so
much better than regular beers?
I don't think you can
legally call this stuff beer.
Do you miss it?
I don't miss the hangovers.
So if you're not getting pissed,
what are you doing for your birthday?
I don't think you can
seriously celebrate a birthday
that falls on April Fool's.
Oh, come on. You have to do something.
Dylan and Casey sometimes make
me a shithouse packet cake.
Shit, you know,
if you want to spend it
with Kelly and the kids,
you should absolutely do that.
- I want to spend it with you.
- No, I'm serious.
- Oh!
- What's that?
Story's getting around town.
What story?
Uh, Mum shot the
neighbour's dog this morning.
Well, don't laugh!
Of course she did!
It's not funny!
Mr Colby.
Dr Turner, do other guns
use Packard Ammunition?
Well, yes.
How many others?
Nearly every firearm can
use Packard Ammunition.
I see.
So could you definitively match
the ammunition from the rifle
found in my client's motel room
to the residue on Mrs Price's vest?
Could you do that?
No, we could not.
No, you could not.
At last count, there
were over 359,000 firearms
registered in the state.
Could the Packard residue
have come from any of those weapons?
Technically, yes.
Yes.
Now, Dr Turner, could you tell the court
what these photographs show?
Um, a bullet hole
found in the window of the
main house at Airly Downs,
and the second is the
bullet lodged in the wall.
What brand of ammunition is that?
Packard.
Is it .22-calibre?
No, we matched the hole in
the window and the bullet
- to a .303.
- A .303.
So whoever shot at Mrs Price's house
did not use a .22-calibre rifle
like the one used by my client.
No.
No. Thank you, Dr Turner.
- Yeah.
- Actually, they walked past
Really, I've had enough of this, eh?
Angie. Hello.
Your mum stabbed my kids' ball
with a frickin' garden fork.
- What?
- I've just been explaining to Angie
that your mum sometimes
gets a bit confused.
Alright, OK, so do you
want some money for it or
If my kids accidentally chuck
something over your fence,
I want it to be returned, not destroyed.
Well, if your kids had a
little bit of discipline,
they'd know not to climb
over other people's fences
or egg their windows.
Or put stuff in your bin, eh?
Racist bitch!
What did you c
Inside!
- Did you hear that?
- OK.
- Just calm down, let it go.
- No.
Ray, you need to put a stop to it.
Calling me racist.
Racist!
- Why'd you put this out?
- Dad.
These belong here.
It's just old junk mail.
I knew I shouldn't have let you do this.
Dad, we're literally doing
what you asked us to do, OK?
- Just go home.
- Dad, just stop
Go home!
What kind of daughter
could kill her own mother?
- It's unbelievable.
- Mm, unbelievable.
When you see Aunty
Tia at Holy Communion,
I told her you'd tell
her all about the trial.
Ma, I'm not supposed to talk about it.
- They don't really mean that.
- They really do.
I could get kicked off the
jury or ruin the entire trial.
Claudia, don't start a whole thing.
- You know how Tia is.
- I'm not starting a thing.
Just don't come.
What?
Rosa, it's your
It's your First Holy Communion.
You don't want me there?
You don't even believe in it.
Rosa.
Oh, God.
- That's not true.
- I'm not one of your witnesses.
So stop interrogating me
and listen to how I feel.
I'm not saying that.
You're actually
twisting what I'm saying.
Oh, great.
Your nemesis.
Who'd have thought we'd both
end up working with fossils?
We should leave.
- Let's just go.
- He's not listening.
And neither are you.
I am!
- I am listening, Chris.
- It's just
It's simple.
I'm done.
OK, but what does that actually
mean in practical terms?
We separate.
- Oh.
- And I take the kids to Auckland.
- What?!
- Which was always the plan.
- No, no.
- We even picked the schools.
No, that was our plan as a family.
But things change, and
you adjust to that plan.
Yeah, I didn't give
up on being a family.
- You're just punishing me.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
No, no, you're coming at me
a million miles an hour out of nowhere.
- I've let you dictate
- You can't just
- the terms of our existence.
- turn up and take the kids
to another fucking country
where does that leave me?!
I don't care anymore. This is about me!
No, no
I feel like we're starting at
the end of the conversation.
- What happened to where
- I've been sending out
- you tell me you're unhappy?
- Signals for years.
When was the last time you
thought about me as a partner?
- I do.
- Or a fucking human being
instead of a glorified babysitter?
Got a strangely nice
bottle of wine here.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Chablis.
The mind reels.
Well, good for the
odd tourist, I suppose.
- Yeah.
- Come on, let's just keep talking, OK?
- Ah, fuck you.
- No. Chris!
Fuck!
Leave a message.
Hi!
It's Mum.
Um, could you or your brother
just give me a quick call?
I just miss you so much.
Dying to talk to you.
Call me. Love you. 'Bye.
Come on.
Good boy.
Here you go.
There.
Don't feel sorry for yourself.
Solitude's underrated.
Fleur.
Why isn't your barrister
going after Patrick?
You know it's a complicated situation.
They're co-accused.
They're each other's alibis.
Sash wouldn't be the first woman
to lie to cover up for a man
and then live to regret it.
Trust the barristers. They
know what they're doing.
You lot have made a deal
with his legal team. Haven't you?
I've seen you. You're all mates.
I've seen you having dinner together.
Fleur, we're doing
everything we can for Sasha.
I promise.
We need more eggs now.
Yeah, they're already on the list.
He's got a wife and two kids, you know.
He talks about them to the other blokes.
So?
So
are you making an idiot of yourself?
They're not together anymore.
Not that it's any of your business.
It is my business when the man
is living in my farm quarters,
- off my pay cheque.
- Oh, you're barely paying him, so
Mum, please, I'm really happy.
Just let this one go, yeah?
Don't you let any man
make a fool of you.
I won't.
Just try and be nice
to him for me, please!
Right.
- Yeah?
- How was Chris?
Uh, he wants to leave me
and take the kids overseas.
I should probably get an
airport watch list request
- filled out.
- Look
this is not me giving
you family law advice,
but it might make for an ugly divorce.
Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're right.
He'll come around.
Thanks, Rana.
- Tried to call you last night.
- Yeah, I know.
It was humiliating enough
without the debrief.
I called to discuss work.
Mr Adcock,
could you describe
your first interaction
with Patrick Harrows?
Oh, yeah, it was, um
It was back in June,
so about a a month before
all all this happened.
Um, he'd come up to me at the pub
and had expressed some
vague interest in maybe
joining me and the boys
for the pig-shooting season.
Did he join you?
Well, no, no, I wouldn't have him,
because he didn't
have a firearm licence.
Well, did you suggest that
he go and get a licence?
Yeah, but he told me
that he was not eligible.
- He wasn't eligible?
- No.
As the proprietor of a gun shop,
what would you say would be a
typical and prevailing reason
why someone would be
ineligible for a gun licence?
Your Honour can probably guess
as to the typical and
prevailing objections I have
to that line of questioning.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
you are to ignore that last question.
After you refused to let
him join your shooting crew
without a licence,
- did you see Patrick Harrows again?
- Yeah.
Yeah, a few days later,
I spotted him just out of town.
What was he doing?
He was putting a gun
in the back of his ute.
He was putting a gun
in the back of his ute.
Yeah.
Did you happen to identify
what type and calibre of gun it was?
Well, yeah, I do run a gun shop.
It was a um, a .22 rifle.
Pretty good for shooting
bunnies and maybe roos.
And what did you think when,
a few days after he couldn't
provide you with a gun licence,
you saw him with a .22?
Well, I thought it
was fairly suspicious.
And probably illegal.
Suspicious and illegal.
Thank you.
I think we might adjourn
there for morning tea.
You right, mate?
Yeah.
Yeah, just money issues, bruv.
- You know how it is.
- Hey, um
What was that all about,
Patrick not being able
to get a gun licence?
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
He couldn't get a gun licence
'cause he doesn't fit the criteria
of a fit and proper person.
He's got a criminal background
they're not telling us about.
And not just any crime.
Violent crime.
The judge did say we're
supposed to ignore that, right?
It's a bad look, isn't it?
History of violent crime,
and then somehow getting
himself an unregistered .22?
Well, Ian, he couldn't
get one legally, mate.
And he obviously wanted to
go shooting to earn money
because he wasn't getting paid enough.
I mean, it makes sense to me.
Still
I'm just saying, you
know, sometimes people,
they got shit going
on we don't know about.
Look, Claudia's right.
You all heard the judge.
We can't take any of
that into consideration.
- OK?
- Mm-hm.
No, thank you.
Mr Adcock,
what calibre weapon do
you use for hunting pigs?
A .303.
- A .303.
- Mm-hm.
What is the collective noun
for a group of pigs, by the way?
I don't know. Drift?
A drift. How lyrical.
Where does one hunt a
drift of pigs, Mr Adcock?
State forest, mostly.
Do you ever hunt on private land?
Oh, if I've got permission,
otherwise it would be trespassing.
Did Mrs Price ever give you
permission to hunt on her land?
Yeah, in the past,
but not in the last
I don't know, five years or so.
Why not?
We weren't on particularly good terms.
You and Mrs Price didn't get along?
Nobody got along with Bernie.
She was an absolute cunt.
Um, cow.
I would ask you to keep your
language temperate, please,
- Mr Adcock.
- I said 'cow'!
Could we bring up exhibit 16, please?
Now, the prosecution's expert witnesses
told us that the bullet
hole in Mrs Price's window
was made by a .303.
What type of gun was it you
said you use for pig hunting?
Come on, mate, this
happened bloody years ago.
What happened years ago?
Me and my team were on Airly.
With her permission, we were hunting.
And then one of the young guys,
he aimed, but he hadn't
checked the background properly.
Bullet travelled about half a kay,
hit Bernie's house.
It was an accident.
But that's not the whole
story, is it, Mr Adcock?
Because the police were
called, weren't they?
And in Constable
Collins's incident report,
it was described as
'an armed altercation'.
Why is that?
Get off my fuckin' property!
Jesus! Bernie, Bernie,
Bernie, what's going on, mate?
You took my window out.
He's a young fella. It
was an accident, Bernie.
Next round's for you.
She fired a shot back just
to try to scare us off.
Look, things got a bit out of
Sometimes when
when guns are involved,
you know, stuff happens.
Indeed.
Exhibit 15, please.
Are any of these your
vehicle, Mr Adcock?
Yeah, number 3.
So you were there
on the day that Mrs
Price died on Airly Downs?
- No.
- Mr Adcock
your vehicle, number 3,
was identified by Amethyst Walker
as being parked on Airly Downs
on 19 July
during the window of Mrs Price's death.
Amethyst wouldn't know
if her arse was on fire.
She got the utes mixed up.
- Mr Adcock.
- I wasn't there.
Did you or did you not, in fact,
intend to hunt pigs on
Airly Downs on 19 July
in spite of it being trespassing?
The pigs that we'd been tracking,
they'd drifted into
Bernie's property, alright?
That's why we cancelled the hunt.
I mean, I'm telling
you, we weren't there.
Mr Adcock,
I put it to you that you
did not cancel the hunt,
and in spite of it being illegal,
you went to Airly Downs anyway.
No, I did not.
And I put it to you that there
you provoked an armed altercation
with Mrs Price,
- just as you did in the past.
- No.
How did you just so elegantly put it?
When guns are involved, stuff happens.
And stuff did happen
this time, didn't it?
- She got killed.
- What are you saying?
Where were you at 3:40pm on July 19?
I have told the police
all this, alright?
I was at mine, having
a drink with my crew.
Ah, yes, your crew.
The very same people
that Mrs Price shot at
are now providing you with an alibi.
How convenient.
Objection, Your Honour.
Mr Adcock is not a suspect in this case.
The police established
that he had multiple alibis.
Mr Persand,
did you lead that evidence
about Mr Adcock's alibis
in your examination-in-chief?
No, Your Honour.
Mm.
Mr Colby, I will allow
your cross-examination.
Hook, line and sinker.
- Here it is. Isn't it cute?
- Oh!
Hope it tastes alright.
Hey, what's this, then?
Uh, oh, I I got it the other day.
Before Grandad's shotty
blows up in our faces.
Hope you didn't pay too much for it.
Girls' night, is it?
Or some silly April Fool's thing?
No, actually, it is,
uh, Patrick's birthday.
- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.
Bubbles for you, Mrs Price?
Sasha's got the good stuff.
Oh, go on!
Boo!
I will take that as a no.
Sorry, she's in a mood.
What, as opposed to her
usual sunny disposition?
I think she's just pissed off
because I'm still seeing Patrick.
Why, because he works here?
No, she didn't get to be happy,
so she wants me to be miserable.
What?
Nothing.
Well, go on. Say it.
It's just is he really worth
getting in between you and your mum?
That's what I said to
her. Is he worth it?
Oh, he is.
He He so is.
Right.
- Yay!
- Make a wish, Patrick.
Thank you for this.
- It's nothing.
- No, it is.
No-one's ever done this for me before.
Ever.
- Right, who wants cake?
- Me, me. Yes.
- Fellas.
- Cheers.
Hope it tastes alright.
Well, what do we all think?
It does seem more believable
that a gang of drunk
pig shooters killed her
than her own daughter.
Hang on, no.
These guys are a professional outfit.
If they're so professional,
then what were they doing
shooting through someone's window?
They're weapons.
They're always dangerous.
Yeah, look, I hate the things,
but sometimes at the pub,
I tell you, I wish I had one.
I'd feel a whole lot safer.
That's some bullshit right there.
Look at what's happening in America.
Guns should be banned, full stop.
Right, enough talk. This
trial is not a debate on guns.
We can actually talk
about whatever we want.
We can talk about whatever
we want on Monday. I'm out.
See you, mate.
Hey, I've been meaning to ask you,
do you want to come to our
family picnic on Sunday?
- Oh.
- You and Ray can meet the kids.
They'd be so excited.
Oh, God, look.
Little cuties!
What, so, would I need
to bring a dish, or
Oh, no, no. Please, no.
There'll be no shortage of
food. Just bring yourselves.
- We'd love to have you.
- OK.
Not tonight.
Understood.
You're not drinking enough water.
I saw your listing for the mill.
Good for you.
- Oh.
- Ooh, you right, mate?
Look, I-I don't have
a problem with you,
y-you people?
You mean Italians?
I'm just not
used to another man
being up in my business.
You can rest assured
that I do not get off
on shoving things up your cock, mate.
That is a very niche fetish.
Two, three.
Hey, Jen. Two.
Dad, do we have to sit here?
Of course we do, mate.
It's our spot.
Are you OK, mate? You look a bit antsy.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
I'm good. I
Actually, I was
I was thinking about
popping the question.
Oh, right. A long time coming.
Yeah. Thanks.
Um
But I wanted to talk to
you about, you know
if you could help me out
with a bit of extra cash.
- For the ring.
- Right.
- What, a grand, two?
- Well
The girls these days want
some massive rock, you know,
like 20K's worth.
What?
I know.
Alice doesn't seem like
that sort of a girl, Joey.
Surely it's the meaning
behind the thing.
- Yeah.
- Tell you what.
Your mum's got your nan's
engagement ring somewhere.
What do you reckon?
- Really?
- Yeah.
Oh, wow!
- Thanks, Dad.
- I'm really happy for you, mate.
Cheers.
And hey, don't Don't tell Mum.
I want to tell her myself.
- No, of course, of course.
- Good.
So how long till the
truck's back in commission?
Oh, couple of days, they reckon.
Just missing a part.
Supply chain issues.
Yeah, no worries.
Look, mate, um
Sorry for not backing you in with Pete.
I should have known to
trust your judgement.
All good.
Ah. Pub grub! What do you reckon?
Yeah.
Hi.
Can I please have a cappuccino?
Mm-hm.
Must be busy with the trial on.
Those lawyers are
playing games in court.
Sash didn't do it. She's
just covering for Patrick.
I'm sorry. We're not actually open yet.
What?
We're not open.
God.
This is a sensational spread, Parvinder.
Everything's so tasty.
Everything's so colourful.
I thank God for Parvinder
every single day in that place.
You are the only
sensible one on that jury.
Oh, I'm really glad
both of you guys came.
It's actually really
lovely making friends
outside of the usual suspects.
- Oh! For your love of spices.
- Oh!
- Thanks, puttar.
- Thank you!
- You're welcome.
- OK.
And what about you, Ray?
What's your background?
Do you have any spice in you?
Mm, no, no.
Bog Irish on one side and
dirt-poor Welsh down the other.
Oh.
Not like you, love.
You should get yourself DNA tested.
That sounds like a lot of fun.
You should definitely do
that. Hang on one tick.
Ankal! Let's feed the kids.
They haven't had anything to eat yet.
Sorry, I'll be back in a tick.
I'm serious. You should.
I mean, the food was different,
but it was still delicious.
And those kids!
They're just such a lovely family.
What are you doing, love?
What you asked me to do.
Oh, good. Thank you.
Hey.
For the possums.
Mum, it's for the possums.
Happy birthday.