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Since the whole

Fiona frost thing,

I've been kind of keeping an

eye on certain individuals.

Oh, good.

Yeah, um...

I've been noticing

a lot of,

like, really

suspicious behavior.

- Like really suss.

- I see.

Little things mostly.

Things I don't know

if I can put my finger on.

The fact that no one can

be f***ed coming here

offering you information's

pretty f***ed, I reckon.

And I reckon it says a lot about the

quality of person that lives in this area.

- It's become a pretty sh*t area.

- Okay.

- Don't you reckon?

- I wouldn't know.

- What, you're not from around here?

- No.

Oh, we have a very high

shithead ratio here now,

With all the immigration.

A lot of Muslims here now,

People that own

the newsagent's now,

People next door, that Greek

c*nt you was just talking to.

Yugoslavian.

No, not that c*nt, the

c*nt that threw the bottle.

Either way, I'm gonna ask

you not to use that word.

Yeah, all right.

Sorry.

What happened

to your face, Craig?

Nothing, just got

into a fight.

What were you

fighting about?

Some d*ckhead didn't know

what he was talking about.

What was he

talking about?

What were we talking about? What

are you here for, do you reckon?

So you got into a fight over

the murder of Fiona Frost.

Yeah, and them people

on the train.

No one gives a sh*t

anymore, you know?

Hmmm.

He's going, "was Fiona and the

people on the train connected

or was it some different c*nt?"

And blah-de-f***ing blah blah blah.

No one can get a word in

edgewise and I'm like, "right,

if you know so much,

why don't you go to the cops?"

He's like, "f*** that,"

and I'm like, "no.

If it's that big a deal,

go to the cops, mate.

Tell someone who cares,

unless you don't know

What the f*** you're talking

about, which is probable."

And he calls me a c*nt,

then I say a couple

of words and you know... boom.

And who was this?

I don't know. I didn't

think to get a name.

You know, now I think

I'm an idiot 'cause

maybe I should've

reported that prick.

- Yeah.

- You never know.

Well,

We appreciate your concern.

Yeah, of course you do 'cause

you're told to say you do.

- Well, no.

- You don't seem that interested.

It's not that...

You're not writing anything down.

You haven't given me

anything to write down.

Yeah, I have.

Any relevant

material.

What's that

supposed to mean?

- Anything that relates...

- That's your f***ing job.

- You have to put two and two together.

- I'm not gonna warn you

- again about the language.

- I came to you in order

To f***ing insist...

f***ing assist in your inquiry.

- Your language is getting out of control.

- People are getting killed.

I have to watch what I say?

Because you're a cop doesn't mean

you can't be called a c*nt

if you're being one.

Call me what you like. I'm

not gonna argue with you.

I wouldn't.

I'm not going to.

You're happy just to sit

here on your ass, aren't you?

Look, all I'm saying, mate,

Is that to me it doesn't

matter who you are.

If you're a c*nt in my face, then

I'll call you a c*nt to yours.

You can call me

what you like, mate.

It's your taxes.

I can waste my own time,

but I have to

'cause I'm getting paid

to sit here and listen

to people like you...

people who can't think of

a better putdown than c*nt.

What was your name again?

Constable McGahan.

"Mc" as in McDonald's,

Gahan as in:

If you can read,

it's written right

here on my nametag.

Do you want to borrow

a pen to jot it down?

No, I'll commit that

to memory.

Yeah, give your memory

a red-hot go.

I'll be interested to see

how that goes for you, Craig.

Would you like to grab

a condom on your way out?

So you going away

for Christmas, John?

Lakes entrance.

All right.

So when you check

into the motel,

what name do you

give them?

Mine.

Right yeah.

No, of course.

Why would I lie about my name?

It's a perfectly normal name.

No argument

there, mate.

What are you doing?

Looking for my cap.

You haven't seen my cap,

have you, mate?

Phil.

This one here is him dressed

in a pilot uniform.

This one here

in a karate uniform.

This one here

in a handyman uniform.

And a picture

in a police uniform.

Hey!

Lucky Phil,

stay right there.

I was gonna

give it back.

This is theft

of police property.

This is a jailable

offense.

I was gonna

give it back.

- Where is it now?

- Home. I looked after it.

That's a pretty

bloody stupid thing to do.

I'm not stupid.

No, I'm not...

I'm not saying that you are,

I'm just saying

It's a pretty...

silly thing to do

without asking.

I'm sorry.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

- Won't happen again though, will it?

- No.

Well, go on, get it.

- Bring it back to my van, all right?

- All right.

All right.

Hey.

I couldn't find a plectrum,

then I remembered that

you had one, remember?

I gave you one as a joke 'cause

you're so crap at the guitar.

Remember?

I'm gonna go when I finish this

cigarette. I've got my rehearsal.

Okay, I'll just...

I thought that

we'd promised...

I thought we said that

there wasn't gonna be

the regular bullshit

and lying.

We did. There isn't.

I thought that when you

moved in, that we'd agreed.

We said that we get so

much bullshit at work

that...

Well yeah, now...

If you're gonna poke

around in my drawers...

It's what the police do, Gra.

We poke around.

I can't make any promises about

what you might find then.

Sorry.

Okay, fine.

You're just...

You're a snoop,

so f*** you.

Have you got cancer?

- Hmm?

- You heard.

It's yes or no, Graham.

Cancer's not something

you get a little bit of.

Well, no then.

Why have you got all

the pamphlets then?

Because I've got Tinnitus,

But it's like idiopathic

at the moment.

What the f***'s that

supposed to mean?

Tinnitus is the ringing

in my ears, okay?

I know what

Tinnitus is, Graham.

It means...

it means that no one knows

why I've got Tinnitus.

A reason is

maybe a tumor,

but I won't have

a f***ing yes or no

until the tests come back

and that could be

a week or 10 days.

So yeah, "Happy f***ing

Christmas, Graham.

You've got cancer."

Yay.

There you go, Brigid.

Sound standing by.

Standing by.

Hey.

Hmm.

Yeah, lucky Phil

came in.

Said he was sorry.

That's your

Christmas present.

What are they

doing out there?

Someone leaked

the ballistics report.

So it was the guy

from the train?

Don't know, maybe.

- What happened with Phil?

- Nothing.

He was pretty upset.

- What about the dog?

- What about it?

It was impersonating

a police officer.

- What was it thinking?

- That's a serious offense, Graham.

If that were true,

we'd get done.

- Yeah, now hang on.

- No, look at us, Rhon.

No offense but we

are doing 5/8ths...

Bullshit, Graham, bullshit.

F*** off.

You've got the...

whatsit, the ear thingy.

Come on, I know what's up your bum.

Don't let a grabstick

Like stouritis get to you.

Lionel told me.

You could've booked

the little sh*t for disturbance,

damage to property,

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