Jack Irish: Black Tide Page #3

companies, Fincham Air,

last year won the Middle East supply

and surveillance contract

owes nothing to your relationship

with the party?

Sick the smarmy ponce, Linda.

If you're into conspiracy

theories, Linda,

I should tell you Osama Bin Laden

isn't dead.

He's sunbaking by my pool

at my holiday house as we speak.

Is that the Caribbean one

the Attorney General stayed

in last July?

Aha!

There'll be another two, Jack.

Oh, might be the end of my twos,

Lester.

You only get so many twos.

Oh, yeah,

I'll have some questions.

Don't worry about that.

Old fella.

They made six billion dollars profit

last year,

and now they're threatening

to auction off

me little two bedroom weatherboard.

Dirty rotten bastards.

Here, cop these, son.

Gary gave his mum a spare set.

Well, the mail's gone.

He must have been here.

Jesus, this is bloody posh.

What'd the bastard

need my sixty grand for?

The use by date's

three months old.

Yeah, right. That'd be right.

Reflux and a sex life,

by the looks of things.

Yeah, he once tried to pimp

his ex-wife off to his boss,

and then he finished up rooting her

little sister, the prick.

Well, that does give me a feel

for Gary.

Yeah, well I might take

this opportunity

to water the old horse.

She was a false alarm.

That was a dry run.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Welcome

to TransQuik. Please hold.

Is that Gary?

Yeah, Afghanistan.

Used to be SAS.

Don't worry, mate. We'll find him.

Yeah...

Heaven is my woman's love...

Do we have to listen

to this, Harry?

Have you know,

Col Joye was huge in his day.

What day are we talking, mediaeval?

Enough of that, Philistine.

Give Jack the rundown.

Vision Divine. 12 year old, lightly

raced.

44 starts, five wins,

six seconds and eight thirds.

Another nag from the nursing home?

He hasn't placed in 18 months,

but now he's got his kick back.

Got heart, too. Game old bugger.

Hopefully, the books

won't see us coming.

Think there's a killer harp solo

coming up.

See the Tote gets it when they start

heading for the gates.

Tell the yokels to start dribbling

it on after the first.

We'll be pissing on a lot

of people's barbies today.

Well, I can say this about

Vision Divine.

He's certainly got surprise

in his favour.

Well, if looks mattered, Jack,

there wouldn't have been four

Mrs Harry Strangs.

Who's the hoop?

Johnny Chernov. He's on a streak.

Best country hoop going round,

Johnny Chernov.

You know, the only good thing about

your weather, Harry,

turns on the high beams!

Anyhoo, good luck, Harry.

And I hope you got him each way.

COMMENTATOR:
So the 12-year-old

Vision Divine

to come up to the barriers. They're

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