The Mule Page #6

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knock up some slut in a public toilet

who smokes her way through pregnancy,

then you sh*t out a

couple of d*ckhead kids

to continue the whole sad cycle.

Oh, no, I'm not talking about you, Ray.

No, no, no, no, no. You're different.

You've got ambition.

You've got an ingenious plan.

Listen to this one.

It has never been done before.

You're going to turn to crime.

But you f***ed it, didn't you?

Just like everything you do.

I'm giving you a chance to unfuck it.

Take my offer.

Do something with this shitty life

of yours before it's too late.

What's it gonna be, pal?

Moneybags or body bags?

Why would you kill Gavin?

Look, I don't have time to piss about.

You did kill him, didn't you?

Listen, d*ckhead, I'm offering

you a way out of this.

I just can't work out why.

'Cause he was a f***in' maggot.

Suburban scum just like you

and your dopey f***in' mother.

Now, give me the gear or you

will leave here on your back.

Alright, I'll do it.

- On one condition.

- What's that?

I sh*t in your mouth.

Give me the f***ing bags now!

Come and f***in' get 'em.

Now park your arse on that

dunny and give me what I need!

Sh*t or swallow... your call.

OK, OK. OK.

...crossed the line. We're looking

for the smoke at any moment.

They've done it!

Australia II has done it.

Where the f*** are they?!

The Australians have done it.

You lost.

Liberty has lost! Liberty has lost!

Call an ambulance.

I want an X-ray.

The Australians have done it!

Where are they, Jenkins?

F***! Aargh!

F***! F***!

What, you put this in?

Nice one. Anything we can use?

I lied to him. To get the job done.

Whatever it takes. You taught me that.

Yep.

That's true. I have bent the rules.

But you broke the rules.

You killed a c*nt.

What for, hey? A few extra bucks.

Cuff the prick!

Get your priorities straight.

We're brothers!

You're a grub.

We're trying to catch real criminals!

Shut up! You're f***in'

mine now, arsehole!

Oh, Coupland, you c*nt.

We won the Cup! We won the Cup...

OK. Bye.

- Who was that?

- Uncle.

What the f*** does he want?

She say cannot let police take you.

Bloody oath, you can't.

I pay you good money.

More than that f***in' gook.

Alright!

My uncle's name is Sonia.

Jesus!

F***.

It's Phuk!

Ray?

It's been concealed

throughout the summer

and the race series.

However, Australia's winged keel

was finally revealed tonight

by its jubilant owner.

And the Prime Minister went

up in the polls this morning

by announcing an

unofficial public holiday

in light of Australia's

remarkable victory.

I tell you what,

any boss who sacks anyone

for not turning up today is a bum.

CAPTIONS BY CSI AUSTRALIA

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