Jack Irish: Black Tide Page #2

Who gets the pot of gold, Des?

Everything's to go

to a Judy Louise Connors.

Is that your daughter?

No, no, no,

she's my daughter-in-law,

but she's a good lass.

She looks out for me.

And not your son?

Who, Gary? Gary's bloody rubbish.

They're divorced.

So you don't want to include Gary?

Include him?

He f***in' included himself.

He's already got sixty grand belongs

to me.

Floats in from Thailand,

as large as life.

Hadn't seen him in yonks,

and he cons me.

Got this mate of his. Got some

inside mail on some shares.

Inside mail, my arse.

When was that?

Oh, it would have been

three months ago.

It was, a matter of fact.

It was the 4th of February.

The wife's birthday.

That was going to be

my little nest egg, that, Jack.

I figured I had another dozen

or so years left in me

before I hung up the boots

once and for all.

What about your house?

You own that?

No, no.

Gary's Mum give it to him.

Why did she not give it to you?

Oh, his lawyer went round

and paid her a visit

when she was crook in hospital.

She didn't have a clue

what she was signing.

A woman from the bank come round the

other day,

and said that he'd defaulted

on some loans

and he was using

the house as security.

They're even talkin'

bloody foreclosure.

47 years I've lived

in that place, son. 47 years.

Oh, we could go and pay

him a visit

tomorrow if you like, young Gary.

Oh, no, Jack.

It's not your concern.

I don't mind the drive.

You can tell me a bit more about

my old man. Old Bill Irish, eh?

I could tell you some tales about

him, would make your hair curl.

They'd been shot through the neck

'cause I saw it.

And they're black. They've been

there a while but they're black.

Hey, hey! Hey, excuse me.

You're not supposed

to be back here, mate.

Hey, excuse me,

you're not supposed...

The Flowerpot Men, uh?

.

Hey, Lester.

Jack, how many for you?

Just one, thanks.

What happened to two?

Ah, two went to Sydney.

Ah, Sydney.

To work on that, with the Pringle.

..of the Top Ten Rich List.

Linda Hillier met the maverick mogul

on the move.

Those in the know

say Steven Levesque

is more than mere

corporate kingpin,

he's a political kingmaker

with a direct line to the highest

offices in the land.

Well, I see the PM

very occasionally, Linda.

Usually at $1,500

a-plate dinners.

You know, beef and chicken affairs,

that sort of thing.

How do you respond,

Mr Levesque, to those who say

the Attorney General,

a former colleague of yours,

is incapable of choosing a tie...

There she is, number two.

She looks good, Jack.

Yep.

Malcolm does share my weakness for

Borelli seven fold ties,

so he can't go far wrong, can he?

So the fact that one of your

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