Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #3
Come on, mate.
I'm already in the doghouse
around here.
Tell you what, Jack,
this would be an airport.
Right.
Right. I'll get out of your hair.
Thanks.
Oh, listen, sorry.
Sorry, one more thing.
You wouldn't have an address on
Robbie, would you?
Ah!
Excuse me?
I just want to talk to you!
Oh!
RADIO:
..standstill onthe ring-road...
Yeah, I know how you feel.
No, it's my ribs.
A man's got to know
his limitations, Jack.
Fighting fence posts
rarely ends well.
Yeah.
Hey, why are we bringing
the Commissioner in on this one?
Well, I've got a little nag
ready to show unexpected form
in a feature race.
Wouldn't want anyone getting wind.
Commissioner marshals
a crack team...
Sorry, this won't take long.
You're with Linda Hillier on 3KB.
Time now to hear from our listeners.
The number to call is 1300-33-33-33.
Our topic today,
illegal drug importation.
How can we raise...
Oh, Len from Pascoe Vale.
And first up we have Len
from Pascoe Vale.
- Am I on, Linda?
- Yes, Len. Go ahead.
Ah, long-time listener,
first time caller.
Big fan of the show.
Appreciate that.
Now, aphids and lace bugs,
but with the right insecticide,
you can...
Len, if I can just stop you there.
The topic is actually
illicit street drugs.
Oh, drugs, not bugs.
And this not the gardening show?
No, sorry.
Oh, OK.
Let's take another caller.
So, we've successfully moved on
from that relationship, have we?
This is the Commissioner's house?
Is someone gonna get that phone?
Can you two stop fighting?
Turn it off, please.
Ollie, just give it to her.
No!
Ollie!
Give it, Marie!
Give it to me!
Baxter, get out of it!
Go get your bag. Turn the Xbox off!
There she is. Lady Luck herself.
Harry, come on in. Come and meet
the case for contraception.
Cam.
Hey, Cyn.
Jack.
Commissioner.
Baxter, out of the way.
Hello, Mr Strang.
Morning, Marie.
Alright, there's your ride, you lot.
Try and learn something today, OK?
Got everything?
Yep.
Alright.
Have a good day at school, you mob.
See ya!
Laters.
See ya.
Cup of tea?
So, Cynth, all set for the Valley?
Right as rain, Harry.
My crew'll bet the market up.
Push Mr Renoir out.
Hit the ring,
mop him up in the high 20s.
Sorry.
Irish.
That was you before,
wasn't it?
Len from Pascoe Vale?
Dixicano, now he's the short priced
favourite. And there's...
Shouldn't you be on air?
I'm in an ad break.
I'm in a life break.
We'll play him like a banjo.
The bookies'll be sucking their
thumb in the foetal position.
So, is this your way
of asking me out to dinner?
Listen, if you want to go out
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