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of your live with him.

You all right'?

Don't know.

Come here.

Sorry.

I probably shouldn't

have told you, huh?

No, I-I asked you, so-

What's the hurry?

Uh, need to get home.

I'll catch you tomorrow?

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Sh*t.

Hey.

We're going on a picnic.

Got your medicine, mate.

I'm not really in the mood.

Get in you big sook.

Come on.

Hey.

You know there's nothing

you can't tell me.

What does that mean?

I just don't want us

to have any secrets.

Merv?

I'm serious.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Pommie!

What are you doing?

Getting some more beers.

Come on.

What'd you say to her?

Did we

leave the lights on'?

No.

Oh, sh*t.

What's happened?

Meme'?

Just wait here a

minute, all right?

They're gone, whoever they were.

Who would do this?

I'll go out and see if

anyone's hanging around.

It'll be all right.

F*** me.

Didn't think they'd

come back at us.

You robbed their club,

what do you expect?

Eh?

F***!

All right, then.

Let's go and fix it then.

What do you mean?

Well, what are you going to do?

Call the cops?

Oh, f*** you.

You caused this, you fix it!

Hang on a minute there, mate.

You know these blokes.

You've known them all your life.

There's only one way

to deal with them.

And if you don't,

they'll have you.

You remember what that feels

like, don't you, young Sparra?

Your pretty little

Paula in there'?

She won't be safe in that house.

She won't be safe in

that f***ing town.

And you know I'm

right, don't you.

They're coming.

They haven't taken

anything, they

just... I'm calling the police.

No, no, no.

Why not?

Can we just talk inside

for a sec, please?

We can't call the police.

Tell me why.

Just say it!

Because you were in prison.

I've done my time.

How much time?

Four years.

Four years?

What did you do?

Me and a mate got into a fight.

We both got hurt.

It was an accident.

Why didn't you tell me?

Knock, knock.

I'm sorry, Paula.

This is all my fault.

I reckon the guy

that did this, me and him

shared a few harsh words

the other night.

Wayne.

Yvonne's friend.

That's how they knew

how to come here.

Wayne?

I reckon he was

jealous, or something.

I could have handled it better.

Anyway, I should go get on

and eat a piece of humble pie.

And then we'll get back

and we'll fix this up.

Good as new.

Wait, why do you have to go?

I'll probably start

cause more trouble.

We Won't do anything stupid.

No.

Take me to Yvonne's.

Oi.

Give me the keys.

Why?

Just give me the f***ing keys.

What are you doing?

You want to fix this, or not?

Come on.

That way.

Wayne?

Remember me?

F*** off!

Hey, now.

I thought we already

had that discussion

about our manners, mate.

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