The Love Punch Page #3

- Look, what difference does it make?

- A lot of difference.

You're prone to exaggeration

and wild statements of intent.

Look, there are big problems at the office.

Please, tell it to Anastasia or Michaela

or whoever the latest is...

Culco has gone into receivership.

The new owners have stripped us

of any value and run us into the ground.

The shares are worthless.

My pension, your pension,

was all tied up in those shares.

The mortgage payments on my place,

this place, the kids' university fees,

everything we'd saved up for

them afterwards, it's all gone.

Kate, I virtually had

the whole company on board.

Marcus, Janice,

I even got Doreen involved.

Come on.

What do we know

about these guys?

Lavco. They came in hard and fast

out of nowhere.

The holding company

traded by the name of Lexon.

We were persuaded

to integrate our pension fund into theirs.

Turns out Lexon was hollow, toxic.

So when they turned to dust,

so did our pension.

There's always someone bigger

behind these things,

someone who manages

to wipe their hands clean and move on.

- Still allergic to cat hair?

- Worse than ever.

Go on, Rumpy, sit on him.

- I see you got your PhD.

- Yeah.

- So, how's life as a lecturer?

- Under-paid.

- What are the students like?

- Under-motivated.

Could you just stop fidgeting

and sit down?

I'm on the site but I can't get

any real info. I'm being blocked.

We need a password.

- We need...

- Matt.

We need Matt.

'Mum, you do know hacking is illegal.'

'I know, Matt and I would never want you

to do anything illegal.

'But I wondered if you could just...

accidentally stumble into it.'

Accidentally stumble into it?

- 'Son, do as your mother asks.'

- Dad?

- What are you doing there?

- 'It's a long story, Matty boy.

'But right now it's payback time

on that misspent youth I funded.'

- 'We funded.'

- OK, hold on.

I'll have to use my other computer.

Wait here.

- Is that his roommate, Tyler?

- I think it is.

' Oh, Tyler!

- "Close the door.'

- 'Come on, son. Close it now.'

Mr and Mrs J?

'Yes, we're here on Skype.'

'OK, I've emailed you the password.

That will get you in.'

- 'Good man!'

- 'Well done, Matt.'

Oh, and guys...

it's really good to see you together again.

- Oh!

- Hey!

- We're in.

- Good.

I've always wanted to say that.

There we go. Lexon.

Owned by one Vincent Mathias Kruger,

international hedge fund manager,

born in Budapest,

currently resides in Paris, horribly young,

keen sportsman, patron of the arts.

Oh! Mentor to the young.

Could he look any more like a money

grabbing, cheating, immoral little sh*t?

But you're not gonna get away with

it, my friend, not on my watch.

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