Peaches Page #2

You didn't answer me

about whether you think Alan Taylor's cute.

Alan Taylor is a ruthless, two-faced,

utterly toxic turd.

And those are his good qualities.

Gregory thinks he's cute.

[Moaning]

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

[Screaming]

[Peaches by The Stranglers]

[Horn blaring]

[Cell phone ringing]

Good day, Jude.

Okay, I'll be home in half an hour.

I got a flat. Bye.

I think you should know there's a woman

having a wank in the back of your van.

I was present at the ceremony.

Do you always stick your nose

into other people's bedrooms?

Other people should close their curtains.

- She wants me to make sure you won't tell.

- Who am I gonna tell?

She's my parole officer.

It kind of pays me to stay on her good side.

An idea you've comprehensively rooted.

Sorry.

I just wanted to...

Here.

You can read.

What?

Read this to me?

I don't think so.

What did you say her name was again?

Your parole officer?

Cherie.

Her name's Cherie.

BRIAN:
"November 19.

"Maybe I'm going to go somewhere exotic

with jungles and beaches.

"Somewhere like

where Li Jun or Hoa comes from.

"Or Johnny.

"November 21.

"The seasonals have started arriving."

Why me?

Huh?

What makes you think you can trust me?

I don't, but I don't trust anyone else.

"I can't seem to get Jude as excited

about the new chums this year.

"There's not as many as there used to be...

"and they don't come in from Queensland

like they used to...

"but there's enough to liven things up.

"She's Ajaxed her hair, so she's got her eye

on someone, but she won't say who.

"And I sure as hell

haven't mentioned the Big J.

"I'm not sure how she'll take it.

BRIAN:
"We made a pact, though.

JASS:
We made the pact, though.

- "After it was over...

- After it was over...

- "...she claimed it was my idea.

...she claimed it was my idea.

- "But it wasn't, Your Honor.

- But it wasn't, Your Honor.

- "She made me do it."

- She made me do it.

[Whistling]

[Lady Bump by Penny McLean playing]

JASS:
Cover my bottom!

Good day, Al. Did you notice

anything unusual this morning?

[Stammering] Well, the bloody forklift

broke down again, yeah.

Oh.

You're not serious?

- You are serious.

- Shut up.

WOMAN:
There she is!

[All whistling and hooting]

JASS:
It occurs to me that

Johnny's mob might think...

a chick who flashes her backside

a bit, well, loose.

But I'm sure Johnny would agree...

when in Rome or Saigon...

or Swan Reach...

Hey! Margo's kid's got gastro.

Does anyone want a double shift?

Let me.

Alan...

Alan Taylor...

is...

ALAN:
Shirt lifter.

Well, technically, Alan Taylor is a sh*t lifter,

but you get the idea.

Here. Hop in. I'll drop you home.

- I've got my bike.

- Well, now, it's midnight.

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