The Mule Page #5

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How did I f*** this up?

It's not over yet.

Yeah. It is.

Ray.

Brothers.

So, yeah.

We'll... have you at full

forward next year, right, mate?

- Yeah, we'll see how we go.

- Yep.

- Yep.

- Good one.

- We need to talk.

- I thought you'd never ask.

Vice-captain.

And Ray got nabbed by Customs

and now here we are, on a f***ing roof.

- Is it uncut?

- Pure chicken.

And you're prepared to testify in court?

Yeah, I'll name 'em all.

So who else knows about this?

Nobody. Just me and Ray.

And you.

Hey, you've made the right decision.

You promise nothing will happen to Ray?

I swear on the Holy Bible.

You'd better look after me too.

C*nts want me dead.

Like this prick. Down there.

You won't have to worry

about him anymore.

You bloody beauty!

Aaah! Aaah!

You're gonna die. You do realise that.

There's only one option

where you survive.

I take the drugs, file a

report stating it was glucose.

There's no laws about

carrying sugar in your gut.

Sure, you'll look like a fuckwit...

but then you're used

to that, aren't you?

So where is it?

What?

The body? Where's the body?

Why isn't there a body

down there, or police?

'Cause the big bloke took it.

The big bloke.

Yeah.

With the moustache.

He drove off with the body.

With the body of your mate

that my partner murdered?

Yeah.

Oh, and this moustache took

the dead body in the car

without anyone seeing him?

It was night time.

Right. And no-one heard anything?

We're under the flight path.

Please.

Please, you've got to believe me.

Oh, I do believe you, mate.

Just show me where the body was again?

Just down there. Aargh!

You want me to accuse

a Federal Police Officer,

let alone my partner, of murder?

Yes! He killed... He killed Gavin.

He killed my mate.

He said that you two would

smuggle out the heroin,

that you'd replace it with glucose,

that you two do it all the time.

But I told him I don't have any heroin.

You need to watch your mouth, spoof bag.

You are this close to getting run over.

F***.

Gotta stop these tears that

are falling from my eyes

Go walk out in the rain

so no-one sees me cry

Can't stop this memory that

goes creeping through my brain

I get no answer

So the question still remains

Am I ever gonna see your face again?

It's an appropriate song

because that's where Gav is now...

with the angels.

I thought we covered

all this the last time.

72 hours.

If you grant us that, sir,

we will produce the evidence.

Judge Irving, my client has

already been held for ten days

without charge.

They have neither the

evidence nor the right

to keep him detained any longer.

He refuses to be X-rayed.

What more do you need?

I need you to follow the law.

This is not just some game!

- Then why won't the prick sh*t?

- Shush up!

Judge, we're very close,

I can assure you.

Well, then, you don't

need 72 hours, do you?

I'll grant you half that time. Two days.

Should be sufficient for all of you.

Thank you, sir.

Best of seven.

Now, this year's winner...

I've got 20 condoms of

someone's f***ing heroin...

F***in' stubborn sh*t.

Your vice-captain's

very worried about you.

He's bad news, Ray. He's been in jail.

Gav's a decent bloke when

you get to know him.

We can win this.

Stop your mum getting

hurt over a card game.

You'll eat your meal like a good boy...

- Listen to your mum, Ray.

- Don't want to.

Who said anything about heroin?

- How did we f*** this up?

- Endurable Ray Jenkins!

We've got you for three

more days, sh*t-breath.

- Hold on a bit longer.

- Heaven awaits.

You're gonna die.

Race six of the America's Cup.

History appears to be in the making

here as Australia II sets sail...

to even this series at three-all...

the deciding race between

the two boats...

Come on, Aussies.

...the tightest racing action

the America's Cup has seen.

...sausage sensation.

Dandy Aussie Snags.

Oh, Jesus.

Dandy, Aussie! The pride of the country!

I need to do a wee, please.

I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

Don't tell them I was boozed, OK?

Can I go to the toilet now, please?

...the fates of the Aussies are

in Dennis Conner's hands...

Your mum sent these over.

Celebration or funeral?

I'll put 'em in some

water for you, yeah?

We might win this little contest, Ray.

Never count the other

blokes out, though.

Nobody wants to lose.

Thank you, Duncan.

The Liberty's skipper had this to

say before tonight's deciding race.

It's gonna be very

exciting to be involved

in the race of a century,

and at this point,

we're hoping that we can

find a way to prevail

like we have over the last 132 years.

I think we have an awful lot

of tradition going for us,

and we have a very courageous crew,

and somehow I think we'll pull it out.

Yes, folks, as expected,

the Americans are way out in front

in this... the seventh

and deciding race.

The underdogs are just one

race away from annihilation.

The big question is...

- Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!

- Oi, oi, oi!

Oh, look out,

the stripper's here already.

And we haven't even won yet.

Jesus. Bondie buys a yacht and

everyone thinks he's a bloody hero.

He is a bloody hero.

He helps other people

by giving them cash

to do what they do well... well.

That is a hero.

Yes, because yachtsmen

have always been symbols

of the working class.

You f***in' pinko.

I'm a proud Australian.

Who suddenly loves yachting.

If only the Americans gave a sh*t.

- Are you a f***in' Kiwi?

- Useless bloody thing.

Sort this sh*t out or

watch it next door.

If you're not here for the yachts

to what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm here to pick up my client

upon his imminent release.

What do you mean?

His detention warrant

expires in 45 minutes.

You should always read documents

before signing them, Detective.

It's 4:
30 in the morning.

He's not going anywhere

till we see the magistrate.

- You sure about that?

- F***.

We should get you cleaned up.

I've organised us a press conference.

Perhaps Detective Croft

might like to join us.

Oh, f***in' come on, you bastard!

Going somewhere?

Yes. Right now. Thank you.

There's no point us standing out here.

- Hello?

- Your Honour?

This is sensational stuff!

The Aussies are 21 seconds ahead!

- Out of here, Coupland.

- But I just...

- We're gonna win this.

- Now! Now!

I need to piss anyway.

You and I have some business to discuss.

Detective Paris speaking.

- Lesley, it's me.

- Crofty, what's the scoop?

Well, mate, the judge

was his usual self.

What's that? Mate, I can't

hear you. What did he say?

We're too late. He's free to leave.

Thanks. I'll let him know.

We're not waiting...

The magistrate's granted

us the extension.

You'll remain in our custody

for a further six days.

How's that sound?

Can you turn up the television, please?

I'm watching the race.

You Westie c*nts really have got

life figured out, haven't you?

Drop out of school to stand in

front of a conveyor belt all day,

piss away your wage

on darts and bourbon,

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