The Hard Word Page #2

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to yourself.

You're really giving me the shits,

sweetheart.

I have to listen to stories

in here every day

about blokes' wives

f***ing off with other blokes.

That's what I have

to f***in' listen to.

And who would I f*** off with,

then, hmm?

Frank Malone?

Well, that f***in' c*nt's

the reason why we're back in here.

You think Im f***ing Frank?

Do you?

You think Im f***ing Frank Malone?

Say it, darl.

Say it to my face -

you think Im f***ing Frank.

Go on. I dare you.

Well, are you?

Well, f*** you!

You're paranoid.

Why don't you call me

when you're back on your medication?

F***.

I don't know how you do it.

Special privileges. Good behaviour.

it takes me back.

Nothing like slaughtering

to get the blood up.

Where'd you do

your apprenticeship again?

Darwin.

F***in' mad town.

You ever been up the Top End?

Too hot and sticky for me.

I like it clean - clean and dry.

Nah, hot and sticky's the go, mate.

Makes the sheilas bang

like bloody battleships.

Yeah?

Sh*t, yeah.

Ive had the clap up there

more times than bloody Don Bradman.

Don Bradman had the clap?

No, mate. it's a, you know,

it's an expression.

How do you want to do this -

just stab it?

We've got to catch it first,

then we, ah, cut her,

hang her on the hook,

catch the blood in the tub.

Ah, for sausages!

Blood sausages.

Yeah!

Shane's birthday soon.

Yeah.

They're his favourite.

F***ing hoovers them, mate!

You're an artist, mate.

You're like f***in' Salvador Dali.

I can walk myself.

Don't touch me! What are you?

A-ha!

Piss off!

Morning.

My name's Jane Moore. And you are?

it's Shane, is that right?

My friends call me "Muscles.

Im sure they do.

Ill call you Shane.

Do you know why you're here, Shane?

it says something in your file

about an anger problem.

Ive been on remand for two years,

more than two,

and I was supposed to be out

last week.

THAT is my problem.

You're innocent -

is that what you're saying?

You heard me.

Yeah, I did.

Im just not quite sure

I understand you.

Well, bloody listen, then!

You're raising your voice, Shane.

Am I?

People usually raise their voices

when they're angry.

Im not angry.

How DO you feel?

Very pissed off.

And the difference is?

Have you always felt "pissed off?

Maybe I have. Who gives a sh*t?

You've got two brothers -

older brothers?

Yeah.

Dale is the smart one,

Mal is the good one

and Im the f***-up.

What about your parents?

Dad was...IS a butcher.

Mum is...

Mum is Mum, you know.

My mum. Mummy.

Do you think she loved you,

your mum?

Can you tell me

what's funny about that?

There's nothing funny about that.

Why are you laughing?

You're not married?

No.

No.

Are you, Jane?

I ask the questions here.

Why?

Because we're not here

to talk about me.

You should be married.

You're very beautiful.

I hope they're paying you overtime.

Nice of you to show up.

Did you get things sorted out?

Not exactly.

There's been a bit of a f***-up.

That's interesting because Ive been

thinking about changing lawyers.

Well, it's not down to me, mate, no.

No, the driver picked you

out of the book, first go.

Then there's the bad news.

What's the bad news?

They lifted your prints

from the truck.

Bullshit.

You were driving, weren't you?

I was also wearing gloves.

Your gloves must've come off

for a sec.

Get f***ed.

All is I know is

they took your full left set,

off the dash, just by the wheel.

Are you my lawyer or someone elses?

Ive sorted out the Governor.

it cost a few bob, I tell you.

But our big worry now

is Serious Crimes.

Why's that? Don't they drink?

Those choirboys know

O'Riordan pulls the odd rort,

and they're dead keen

to nail one on him - this one.

But they're not going to nail

this one on him, are they, mate?

No, mate. They are not.

Just as long as we all keep

as cool as f***ing Casanova.

So how long

are we supposed to sit in here?

A couple of weeks.

Couple. Two?

I thought it would be more,

to be honest.

Id say three.

First week of November then?

Sounds about right.

Shane's birthday, the third. Be nice

if we could celebrate it properly.

Third? That's a Sunday. Right.

Ill do my best.

You'd better change your shirt.

You've got some lipstick

on your collar.

Voice ready.

Call Carol.

Telephone - dial memory 52.

Hi.

We're not at home. Leave a message.

Come on.

Carol, where the hell are you?

Ive been calling you for hours.

Listen,

we've got a lot to talk about.

Call me when you get in.

OK. 'Bye.

F*** it.

Hey, yours is bigger than mine.

That's the luck of the draw, mate.

Shut up. Look.

Oh, f*** you.

Where did he get fresh kidney from?

I love kidney.

Where did he learn to cook?

He didn't learn from Mum,

that's for f***in' sure.

So, I had a visit from Frank.

Told me we'd be out by your birthday.

Yeah, right.

Frank is a clever bastard,

though, sometimes.

I think he's got

something major lined up.

You reckon?

So tell us about

this new counsellor.

Jane.

She's nice.

What did you tell her?

I didn't tell her nothing.

You must've talked about something.

She told me about her marriage.

F***ing nightmare -

worse than Mum and Dad.

She's not supposed to do that.

People tell me all kinds of stuff.

Sit me down with Carol for an hour

and Ill tell you

about your marriage.

So what happened when they split up?

Did he leave or did she?

Uh, she left.

She took me

and we lived with her "friend'.

A male friend?

A woman...friend.

Yeah.

It's common enough these days,

but back then,

In the country,

It caused a right bloody stink.

Three of us living in a tiny caravan

in the centre of town, you know.

Dad - f***.

And how long did that go on for?

Till I was 18.

Then the boys came,

put me to work.

Do you like robbing banks?

Off the record - I f***ing love it!

Yes!

There is nothing wrong

with robbing banks.

So what is it exactly

that's troubling you?

No, I can't tell you that.

You have to tell someone.

No. I don't.

There's nothing so bad

that you can't talk about.

it's good to get it out.

You laughed like that before.

Did I? When?

When you talked about your mum.

No, I can't tell you...

...'cause you'd hate me.

No.

My job's to listen, not to judge.

OK, I was 12 or 13.

And I was big for my age.

I mean, BIG, you know?

Have you ever been in a caravan?

One tiny bed.

The three of us

slept in that together.

So...

Was it a sexual relationship?

Was it?

You want to know

what happened in the caravan?

In the bed, in the caravan?

I love you. I love you.

Oh, mate!

Like I said, you're a bloody artist.

More nutmeg.

it was good you remembered

Shane's birthday.

Get him that present?

Serious Crimes paid you a visit yet?

No, Frank.

Oh. We've got big problems, mate.

You might have big problems,

but Ive got the perfect alibi.

We gotta disappear, all of us,

for a long time.

That's exactly what I intend to do.

I mean a long time.

You need a lot of money for that.

Ive got a lot of money.

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