Jack Irish: Bad Debts Page #3

moments before fatally injuring

public housing campaigner,

Anne Jeppeson.

I recognise that sheila.

This blue car was just

weaving all over the road,

and suddenly, bang!

Just ploughed straight

through her and kept on going.

Poor woman didn't stand a chance.

Daniel McKillop was found asleep

in the garage of his home...

Put the game back on.

Three-quarter time'd be over by now.

(Sighs)

(Speaks foreign language)

Well, Charlie, maybe if you

drew me a plan of the table

instead of just four

random measurements

on torn-off bits of the Age,

I might know what I'm doing.

What for do I need drawings?

I don't do anything

I didn't make before.

But it's all in your head.

And I don't know

if what's in your head

is the same as what's in my head.

I don't want anything in

your head near my head, thank you.

Jack. Charlie.

Hey, Cam.

Harry needs to see you

for a couple of hours.

Righto.

Can you spare us your apprentice,

please, Charlie?

Should manage.

Fifty years on my own until wonder

boy shows up wanting to learn.

How's he doing?

Shithouse.

INTERVIEWER, ON RADIO: Mr Pitman,

and Opposition is demanding to know

why the Yarra Cove Development

was approved without

proper public consultation.

MAN, ON RADIO:
No, no, no, listen.

Yarra Cove is an injection

of $600 million

straight into

this state's coffers...

Put on some Willy Nelson, will you?

Who wants to listen to pollies lie

all the way to Ballarat?

They reckon

the racing industry's bent.

What the hell's Yarra Cove?

Sounds tropical, doesn't it?

Topless chicks

swaying about in grass skirts

on the banks of the Yarra.

They'd have icicles

on their nipples.

Sorry, Harry. No Willy, just Kenny.

Oh, let's do it in silence.

Who'd live here?

You'd have to be committed

by a Magistrate.

TRUMPET PLAYS:

So, all on Topside Winder?

No, you leave that to the others.

You back the favourite to win.

Go early.

I want to see if we can't

push Topside's odds out a bit.

(Men shout racing odds)

Charlemagne's Pride.

1,000 to win, thanks.

1,000 pays 6,000, Charlemagne!

Topside Winder, 500 to win.

500 on Topside to win.

Topside Winder, for 500 on the nose.

CALLER:
Just about ready

for the running

of race number three on the card,

the McVane Family Textiles Handicap.

Starter up. Ready to jump now!

(Bottle pops)

HARRY:
Thought we should take a

little look at the Dom to celebrate.

Jack.

Better finish these

before the wife makes an appearance.

We averaged fifteen to one.

Some of these bookies see a go

coming if you put down 50 bucks.

Fifteens are fine.

You don't want to nuke the bastards.

We want them there next time.

Jack, I want to show you something.

Cheers.

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