TOM: Everything under control here, Constable?
Nothing happens in Mt Thomas on Sundays.
Now, if Nell wants me, I'm at the pub, sending of
Now, if Nell wants me, I'm at the pub, sending off Lenny.
There's my free pub grog pass. The sheep and the goats, my boy.
Len McCormick. The drainage contractor.
Joanne Davis' boyfriend. They're marrying...at last.
They've only been living together for six years.
Nell's dad would've had the shotgun to me in six minutes.
Ah, Wayne, front desk.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes...yes, I think you can.
Um, sorry, I've never done this before.
Done what, sir? Confessed to murder.
You're saying you've just done a murder?
No, you don't understand.
Perhaps if you help me, um... let's start with your name.
Yes, that's important, I suppose. I'd say so.
My name's Peter Horton and I killed a man ten years ago.
He was my wife's brother.
I just thought it was time to give myself up.
Len, congratulations.
I've known Joanne for years. You couldn't have got a better girl.
Thanks, Tom. Two pots, thanks, Chris.
Meet Scotty, my best man. Tom Croydon.
How are you? Gidday.
Come and meet Jenny.
Show me your badge. What do you reckon that is?
Pass, friend. Thank you.
Frank, I'll shout you a beer. Thanks, Tom.
Cheers. Cheers.
Where's your boy? Ah, he's over there.
Simon, gidday! Gidday, Uncle Tom.
Not often you find the bride's family at a buck's turn.
Not often we get a Sunday off from the sheep, or what's left of them.
Anyway, Len's family.
I've always admired the way you waited.
I had a choice?!
Joanne's has me twisted around her little finger.
You, too, Uncle Thomas.
Oh, Bob...
Do you two know each other?
Ought to. Bloody Nick Schultz has booked my cab often enough.
It's great that your Len and Frank's Joanne are finally tying the knot.
Yeah. I hope this means they're starting a family, eh?
I don't usually drink coffee.
You wouldn't happen to have herbal tea?
No, mate.
Well, there was a Roger JAMES Young murdered 5/10/1983.
It hasn't been cleared up.
That's the one.
I think you'd better have a talk to a detective, mate.
Yeah, he is. Where else?
Yeah, hang on a tick.
Lenny, can the condemned man give us a smile?
PJ, it's the phone. Wayne.
You're the bride's brother, mate - you take over.
You guys mind that camera. I haven't had it long and it wasn't cheap.
Yeah, mate?
He was Louise's brother.
Louise?
Ah, Louise Horton, she is now. My wife.
Roger was her brother.
So you're saying you killed your brother-in-law.
He wasn't my brother-in-law until after h
He wasn't my brother-in-law until after he was dead.
He was a brute, a monster.
He abused his parents till they died.
He abused his wife till she left him.
He abused Louise. Abused - in what way?
Oh, no, not...you know, not sexually.
Okay, so what happened? We had a fight.
I picked up one of those fire poker things and...BANG!
And you didn't come forward at the time?
It meant Louise and I had a future.
We could marry, have children... put the whole thing behind us.
Okay. So, why didn't you?
I'm...I'm giving myself up! I thought you'd be pleased.
Why? Why confess now?
We've been trying to have children for three years now.
We haven't been able to.
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a punishment.
And I've just been thinking about it all the time.
And I thought I'd...
I just...
CHILD'S VOICE: Let me out! If somebody's out there, let me out!
Help. Let me out. Help!
That child's been shouting for a solid 15 minutes.
Yeah, yeah.
If you don't get the authorities, I will.
Where's my father?
PHONE RINGS
Imperial Hotel.
Yeah, hang on, Wayne.
Nick? Phone for you. It's Wayne.
Wayne.
I'm sure you'd like it.
You come to my caravan. I have some lovely things to show you.
That's what witches say.
SOUND OF CAR
He booked in with her but his car's not here.
There's none of his stuff in the caravan.
Good on ya, Darren.
Gidday. You're not my father.
No, you're right there.
Do you know where your dad is? No, I don't.
Well, I'm a policeman and I'm here to help you.
Policemans have hats and guns.
You see that car over there? That's mine.
Let's go find your dad, eh? Come on.
(sobs loudly)
He's a genuine, paid-up member of the "Not A Well Person" Club.
The murder happened and wa
The murder happened and was never cleaned up.
He knows that. They always do. Maybe he did it.
That little wooz? Took on a bully and chomped him with a fire iron?
In his dreams!
If he didn't do it, what's he doing in the cells?
Well, he might've done it.
But if Roger Young is his brother-in-law...late,
he probably just thought he'd liven up a boring Sunday by confessing.
Why are you so sure he's a nut?
He says he killed a bloke 10 years ago and now he can't have kids.
Does that make sense to you? Sort of.
Yeah, gidday. It's Mt Thomas here, Detective Hasham.
Is Con Pappas on duty?
I'm not saying he's being punished.
But if he thinks he is, who says murderers are sane?
They're all bloody sane.
The only people who disagree are shrinks.
Yeah, gidday. It's PJ Hasham here, Mt Thomas.
You blokes had a murder there, a Roger James Young.
October, '83.
Never cleaned up.
Where's it gone?
Okay, with the food, the case of champagne and the cash discount,
that comes to 684, which is $342 each.
Cheap at half the price.
I had it right here in my pocket - 500 bucks in an envelope. It's gone.
Are you saying someone nicked it? They must've.
Look, I can cover it right now.
I'll give you a cheque tomorrow. Ah, whenever.
500 bucks!
I'll come with you, check you didn't leave it at home.
If it doesn't turn up, I'll get o
If it doesn't turn up, I'll get one of the boys onto it.
Okay, thanks, Tom.
Yeah. Thanks, mate. I'll wait to hear from you.
So? So...they're checking it out.
You may get a big tick for this one, PJ, solving a ten year old murder.
Yep, or I could end up looking like an idiot.
I'll bet money that the guy is lying through his teeth.
Mate, they're getting younger. Do
Mate, they're getting younger. Don't, PJ.
This man's PJ. That man's Wayne. They're policemen.
This is Sally. Gidday, Sally.
Is this the caravan park?
Yes. Daddy wasn't there, was he, Sal? He wasn't in town.
Daddy's things weren't in the van.
I've got this ten year old confession to deal with, fellas.
Maggie won't be back till tomorrow.
Maybe Chris could look after her. In the pub?
Nell?
Nick, I don't think Roz has ever met a kid.
Just because I'm the lock-up... She's Lock-up Keeper's wife.
Couldn't you and PJ?
Hi. Just in time to make me a cup of coffee.
Who's your friend? Ah, this is Sally.
Hello, Sally.
Sally's staying with us. Probably overnight.
That's nice.
Hi. My name's Roz. Haven't you got pretty hair?
I can't talk to ladies. Why not, darling?
Because ladies might take me away.
Like to put me in the picture, fellas?
I'll spend tonight with Mum and Dad.
If Len and his mates want to kick on, I don't want to be in the way.
It didn't look like h
It didn't look like he'd be kicking on.
Too full already? Nah, just quiet.
That doesn't sound like my Len.
Oh, you didn't find it? $500, Tom.
How could anyone do that to us? This is our town, our people.
Probably a blow-in, Mum. Someone passing through.
Oh, well, maybe Chris will find it.
Uncle Thomas.
There were a few strange faces but you can't know everyone.
Not like the old days.
I'll see you all at the wedding if not before.
Dad, I'm so sorry.
Wouldn't have cared once but, the way things are, it makes a diff.
Leaves a sour taste.
We'll be locking the doors next.
See ya, Tom.
Thanks. In the meantime, we'll hold him.
The officer who handled the case has left the force.
The file's been put on microfilm af
The file's been put on microfilm after seven years.
So, we can't get at it tonight.
Can we hold him? He's not asking to leave.
That doesn't answer the question.
You think I should let him walk?
If he didn't do it, you'll be in strife.
And if he did do it, I've let him go.
I'd look like a dick-brain, mate.
How's Sally? Watching cartoons with Wayne.
Good thing I'm not the motherly type or I'd feel rejected.
What did she mean by ladies tak
What did she mean by ladies taking her?
Either it's happened to her or she's been told it could.
Would you escort me to your murderer?
Yep, and if it comes to a fight... my money's on you.
Is that vegetarian? Guaranteed...and the tea's herbal.
Thank you. Thank you.
You! Back at last!
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Leaving a young girl like that locked in the van.
There's no point looking in there. She's long gone.
The police have taken her.
Police?! Police.
She won't go with me - I'm a lady.
It makes a bloke look like a fool. Yeah, but a very sweet one.
I've got to go. I'm late.
The murderer hasn't been fed.
There's Weet Bix in the cupboard and he's vegetarian so use soy milk.
Bye. Bye.
Have you got a murderer? It's okay, he's locked up.
Can I see him? Only if you finish your breakfast.
The officer on the case has left the force so I won't hold my breath.
Records will pull the file off microfilm, hopefully today.
While you're waiting, perhaps you could find Frank's 500 bucks.
We've got Buckley's, boss.
Anyway, why is he carrying that much cash?
Pride. Pull it out and peel it off, like the good old days.
Ah, is this a new recruit?
And now that you're here, she's yours, okay?
Patterson, eat breakfast at home.
This is for PJ's murderer, boss. He's in the exercise yard.
You don't plan to take her with you?!
Who are you? Sergeant Croydon. Who are you?
I'm Sally and I ate my breakfast so I can go.
You don't say.
He takes her hostage, you sort it out.
Is this cows' milk? No. Soy.
Well, that's alright then.
Hello, there.
What's your name? Sally.
I always wanted kids.
Yeah.
Well, come on, matey. You've seen him now.
Can I help you? I hear you've got my kid.
What name was that, sir?
Ah, my name's John Henderson. My daughter's name is Sally.
One of your officers came and
One of your officers came and took her yesterday.
Where have you been since then, sir? I had business to attend to.
Didn't I see you at the I
Didn't I see you at the Imperial bar?
I might've been there. You can't recall?
I was there, yes.
You go to the pub and leave a kid alone for 16 hours.
I got called away. You stink like a brewery.
Is there a problem? He claims he's Sally's fa
Is there a problem? He claims he's Sally's father.
There's no need to take that line. Isn't there?
Aren't you due on patrol?
The report was made at 1600. It's 0800 now.
It's open and shut neglect.
I think we can handle this from here, Constable.
You don't deserve to have a kid.
Gidday, possum.
Thanks for watching her. I'll take her off your hands.
No, you won't.
We don't hand over children to just anybody.
Would you have some ID?
Sally, tell the nice policeman who I am.
He's my father and I'm very angry with him.
See? Sally, let's go.
I said, would you have some ID?
Not on me.
Is your car outside? No.
Where is it? I left it somewhere last night.
I...I was pretty drunk and...
If you told us the registration, perhaps we could find it for you.
SIREN BLARES
Gidday, Roz.
Nick, I'm sorry. I was running late. I clocked you at 19k over the limit.
Can I see your licence, please?
It's a clear road. Clear road's not the point.
The reason I'm running late is because I was looking after Sally.
That's part of Lock-Up Keeper's duties.
She kept us awake all night!
Nick, I'm on 11 points. I'll lose my licence. Please?
If you're on 11 points, you're not learning from your mistakes.
You bastard! First time I've heard that one.
You'll put me out of business. Without a car, I can't work.
Oh, great, I do you a favour and you put me out of a job!
Not me. 19k over the limit plus 11 points equals suspension.
Bloody blue heelers!
That's very good.
Miss, you look like a reasonable sort of young woman...
Oh, I wouldn't bank on that, sir.
Me little girl's identified me. I just want to collect her and go.
Not until you identify yourself.
She's identified me! Sally is very young.
Look, do you have, um... a photo of the two of you together?
In my things, yeah.
And your things are in your car which you can't find.
Would you like to report it stolen?
Of course, that would mean giving us your rego number.
Then we'd have your name. I don't have to give you my name.
No, you don't.
Wayne?
Gidday, love. Can I talk to you outside, please?
PHONE RINGS
Mt Thomas Police.
Hold on. PJ? Yep?
Clem Underwood on the phone - he handled the Roger Young case in '83.
Putting you through.
Clem? Yeah, Patrick Hasham.
Listen, mate, the Roger Young killing.
The sister's husband, boyfriend at the time,
walked in here and said he did it.
Ah, a bit of a wooz but who knows?
Ah, Peter Horton. Salesman.
He did say they were keeping their relationship a secret.
I thought he was joking.
Nick never jokes about police stuff. Tell me something I don't know.
It won't go through, will
It won't go through, will it?
You'll talk to him about it for me...please?
And what do I say? Well, tell him to rip it
And what do I say? Well, tell him to rip it up.
I can't. He outranks me. Where's your courage?
Roz, I can't!
Anyway, what's the big deal?
$80 won't break us and you WERE speeding AGAIN.
Let's just pay the fine and forget about it.
It's not the fine. Then what is it?
I'm on 11 points. If I get this ticket, I lose my licence.
If I can't drive, I can't work and that's it - finished.
Peter, the detective who handled the case
says he never knew the victim's sister had a boyfriend.
You, Peter. Never heard of you.
Have you got anything to say about that?
Like I said, we had to keep it a secret.
I think Louise had guessed what had happened.
She didn't want to get me involved - as a susp
She didn't want to get me involved - as a suspect.
Fair enough.
Now, about the fight...
Yes?
There wasn't one, mate.
Roger Young was sitting in front of the telly...drunk.
He got his from behind. Right. That's how it happened.
You said there was a fight. Big noting.
Except he wasn't watching tv. It was in the kitchen.
He was sitting at the table...drunk.
I came up behind him and hit him.
The kitchen.
So it was.
But you would've known that, eh?
There's always stuff kept back from the press,
in case of false confessions, isn't there?
Mmm-hmm.
After I killed him, I crushed his beer can
and stuffed it upside down in the top left pocket of his shirt.
And THAT never got in the papers.
PHONE RINGS Mt Thomas Police.
Uh-huh.
Thank you very much, Mrs Leary. That's very public spirited of you.
Bye bye.
The lady at the caravan park thought we'd need your rego number.
Cow!
Right, seems the car's registered to a Raymond William Lamont.
That's not me. The car's stolen?
Ray's a mate. He lent it to me.
Congratulations, you've won the big one, flashing lights and all.
You're wanted for breaching an Apprehended Violence Order
against your wife.
And abducting a seven year old daughter, Sally Jane Lamont.
It wasn't like that. What was it like?
Not like that.
It was her who left me. Said she wanted her freedom.
I didn't have any bloody freedom either, but she had to have hers.
She took Sally away from me - said I couldn't see her.
She took out that order. Ray.
AVOs aren't found in Corn Flakes packets, mate.
I might've made some threats but I never touched her.
Threats don't help.
So what's going to happen? You've had her for four months.
The court will be pretty sticky. I'll go to jail?
That's up to the court.
Last night won't have helped.
I hadn't had a drink the whole time we've been on the road.
Sally was asleep.
I just thought I'd go into town. You know, just the one.
Got away from me.
It does that.
It's probably why she left me in the first place.
It wasn't freedom at all.
It was me.
Joanne's back.
Did you forget something, love?
He was there when I got home. Who was there?
Len. He wants to call off the wedding.
He said that he didn't feel ready yet.
That he was being bulldozed into it. Bulldozed into it?
I'll bloody bulldoze him! He was very upset.
Where is he? He was going to the pub.
Typical!
It's time that bastard grew up a bit.
Don't do anything stupid, Dad.
Simon!
Don't go through with it if you don't want to.
Everything was sweet. Then this bloody wedd
Everything was sweet. Then this bloody wedding caper comes up.
We're blueing over the guest lis
We're blueing over the guest list.
Her mother wasn't too keen on me being best man.
You've told Joanne? Yeah.
You'll have to tell Frank.
Another three, please. You still celebrating?
Nah, I called the wedding off.
You called it off?! Yep.
Was this your idea or Joanne's?
Give us a break, Chris. I feel like a mongrel as it is.
Good.
I'll be getting a lot of that.
Better than getting married if you're not sure about it.
Ah, gidday, Frank.
We've got to talk, mate. No, we don't.
Hey, alright, Frank! Come on!
Relax, Frank. Stay out of this.
Just calm down. This won't solve anything.
Calm down! The bastard called it off.
I love Joanne. Funny way to show it.
Put 'em up. Can we just talk?
Bloody gutless wonder.
Why don't you try bloody listening? To more excuses?
I'm not making excuses.
I do love Joanne. I just need time to think.
Time to think? You've had six years.
Alright, everybody!
BLOODY-WELL SHUT UP!
Now, would somebody mind telling me what's going on?
Okay, you two. This is none of your business, Tom.
Any breach of the peace in Mt Thomas is my business. Now, sit down.
You want something for that face?
Your old man still packs a wallop. The farm keeps him fit.
Would someone tell me what the hell's going on?
You and Jo have been together for six bloody years.
You're about to put the brand on one ano
You're about to put the brand on one another. What's going on?
Have you got yourself another woman? No, I bloody haven't.
Keep your shirt on.
I haven't got another woman. You have to believe me.
Do you two still get on?
Of course we do. Don't we?
I thought we did.
Thanks for squaring things up for me yesterday, too.
Are you sure about this?
We haven't found the money.
Good-o.
Oh, what's got into him, Bob?
I thought he and my Joanne were happy.
It was you who raised it in the first place.
You said, "Let's get married".
Your mum was hinting, so was my mum.
Your dad was looking at me...
Even MY dad was looking at me and you know what he's like!
You never told me this.
It would've looked like I wanted out.
But you don't want to. I didn't say that.
I just don't want to be pushed around.
So, you do want to? Yeah.
I just don't want to be forced. Who's forcing you?
I don't know.
Me, I guess.
Dad hit you really hard. I had it coming.
Please leave the office as you found it.
(clears throat)
You two city slickers - that's country policing for you.
Read, mark, learn and inwardly digest.
Raymond Lamont, did you process him? Yes, boss.
How much cash was he carrying?
A fair amount. Um, just short of 600 bucks. About 590.
I can check if you like. Nah.
LOCK RATTLES
Always carry that much cash, do you? Sorry?
When you were processed, you were carrying almost $600.
So? It's a lot of cash.
When you're on the run with your child, you can't use credit cards.
That makes sense.
You were seen in the bar of the Imperial Hotel.
I thought we'd been through that.
Yes. Yes, we had.
PJ, didn't you use a video camera at that buck's turn?
Chris', wasn't it? Yeah.
Maybe you got a shot of our culprit. It's a long shot.
Yeah, but we'd kick ourselves if we didn't take a look.
Give Chris a call, see if we can borrow the cassette.
Fabulous camera work! There's Frank.
Got his coat on there.
Yeah, I still had the camera.
There he is. He's got his coat off now.
Did you see that? Go back, go back!
Oh, no!
Play it slow mo.
Bloody hell.
Why, Bob?
I had three bad weeks in a row.
My own son's buck's turn and I couldn't even pay for a drink.
Tom, I've got it now. I can pay it back.
Please, mate, not for me, for Len and Joanne.
Give the kids a break. This'd smash it up - you know it would.
Can't be a drink this early.
This is Frank Davis' 500 bucks. You found it under the jukebox.
Did I? Yes, you did.
I won't have to swear to that in court?
No. Okay, jukebox it is.
I didn't see the hat go round for this.
No, and you never will.
Was it your own money? Nah.
Cross my heart, spit on my death. Okay. I'll call Mary now.
Is it really only Monday, Doyle? Yes, boss.
We haven't cleaned up Sunday yet.
Bring me up to speed, PJ.
Brilliant clean-up on the Frank Davis theft, boss.
There's a pick-up organised for Sally
There's a pick-up organised for Sally and her dad.
Back to town for them.
Homicide is collecting Edward, the confessor.
So it's all cleaned up. Yep.
Can I help you? I believe you have my husband here.
Your name is...? Louise Horton.
I was away for the weekend. I got home and found this.
My husband says he's turned himself in for my brother's murder.
I'm Detective Senior Constable Hasham.
I've taken a statement from your husband.
Oh, no. Would you like to come through?
It's so stupid!
He has made a full confession. Peter didn't kill my brother.
You know that for sure? Of course I know it. I killed him.
Ha.
This way, please.
Constable.
I'd met Peter...two months before.
August '83.
I'd never had a boyfriend. Roger scared them all off.
Tea. Thank you very much.
Peter was...we just clicked.
He was so gentle. That's what gave me the strength.
I knew Roger would find out and he would go after Peter and...
I couldn't have that.
I just couldn't have that.
So, one night, I waited until Peter was...
I mean, Roger...was drunk ...and killed him.
Justified, I thought.
Except we haven't been able to have any children. We've tried for years.
You think it's a kind of punishment that you can't have kids?
Oh, yes. We both do.
What else could it be?
So what's Peter's story?
Why confess to killing your brother if he didn't do it?
Oh, I told Peter I was coming to see you today.
Perhaps he just thought he'd get in first.
You see why I love her so much - trying to sacrifice herself for me.
You don't believe her, do you?
She didn't do it.
You've got to let her go.
We've got two confessions, Peter. Homicide will want you both.
But I know you're lying.
Sorry? I said, I know you're lying.
They will, too.
You see, your brother-in-law was hit here, from behind.
Which means it was a very weird swing or a left hander.
You're not the left handed one, are you, Pete? Your wife is.
I'm sorry. I wish you'd been able to have some kids.
Here's the name of a very good Melbourne lawyer.
If anyone can get your wife off, she can.
Can I watch cartoons? There's no tv here.
Yes, there is. In there. That's a police tv, Sally.
The fat man watched it.
I'll let you watch the tv if you don't call him the fat man. Okay?
Let's go.
Give you a hand, mate?
Nah, mate, she's fine.
Don't ask me, Wayne. Ask you what, mate?
What you're going to ask me.
Since you brought it up...
Losing her licence will put her out of work.
If I start doing favours, I'll have to do t
If I start doing favours, I'll have to do them for everyone.
Yeah, yeah. Just drop it.
What happened about Sally?
Her old man's being charged with abduction.
Seems the ex wouldn't let him see Sally so he snatched her.
Melbourne Ds will pick him up.
I feel kind of sorry for him.
What sort of a father leaves a seven year old in a van by herself?
He was drunk, mate. He passe It doesn't mean he doesn't love her.
He was drunk, mate. He passed out. It doesn't mean he doesn't love her.
Imagine it, mate, not being able to see your own kid.
Thanks for the offer. What offer?
To give me a hand.
That was when I thought there was some point in it.
Gidday, Ray.
Don't you lay a hand on me.
I hear they're gonna do you for abduction.
It was her that wanted the divorce. I don't want to hear your story.
First offence? Apart from traffic, you know.
You might do time.
You might get a bond, I don't know.
But what I do know is, Sal will be your kid as long as you're alive.
I know that.
I do know that.
Yeah?
Well, take the long view, eh?
Write her letters, ring her up.
Send her presents, even if you know they're not getting through.
Keep copies of your letters to show her in case she doesn't get them.
You got a kid yourself?
No.
What's with all this social worker stuff?
I'm just saying, you can't replace them.
Okay?
BELL RINGS DISTANTLY
Come on, Roz, we'll miss it.
Will Nick Bloody Schultz be there? We all will.
St David's is covering for us.
I've never been to one like this before.
Don't you want me to drive?
LAUGHTER Above all, try to practise safe sex.
The best contraceptive is a glass of ordinary cold water.
Not taken before, not after, but instead.
Have fun, be happy. Barry.
SINGING: # For they are jolly good fellows,
# For they are jolly good fellows, for they are jolly good fellows,
# And so say all of us. #
Hip hip, hip hip, hooray.
Hello, Nick.
Hello, Roz.
I didn't think we were speaking.
Who needs a licence? That's just what I say.
You're a real bastard, you know that?
You just want favours because you're a copper's missus.
It was a clear road.
Well, you know, you do the crime, you do the time, Roz.
Bastard.
No, no.
You and your bloody highway patrol.
What do you want, Roz, besides your licence back?
You want everyone making their own rules?
Well, I... No, no.
Have you ever pulled anyone out of a wreck, missy?
Missy? Oh, sorry, Mrs Patterson.
Have you ever done it?
Ever pulled a body out of what used to be a car?
Ever heard someone scream, then lose them because you can't get them out?
You've made your poin Not really, not by a long shot.
You've made your point. Not really, not by a long shot.
What the hell's eating you?
You want your licence back and I want me wife and kid back.
You don't know the story, do you?
I thought everyone knew the story around here.
I...I thought you were single.
Well, I am now.
Um, Nick, I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Well, good on ya.
The other bloke was drunk.
Actually, he was legless.
And he took my wife and kid and the courts took his licence.
Some fancy damn lawyer got him off.
Instead of going to this bloke's place and killing him...
..I went off and joined the highway patrol.
Like the man in "Jaws".
What man in "Jaws"? Ah, in the movie.
Sharks killed his friends so he killed sharks.
Well, good on him, good on him, Roz.
Look, your clear road, that could've been someone's kid.
It could've been.
I'm not out there to be popular.
I'm trying to stop what happened to me happen to some other poor sod.
Yeah, alright.
Can I get you another beer? Yeah.
I'm not driving.
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