The Square Page #4

F***, Smithy!

Where is he?

F***! Okay, okay, all right, all right, all right,

I'm gonna tell you! I'm gonna tell you.

All right.

I told him we had something going,

but there is no way

he had any idea where you'd stashed it.

Mate, I didn't know where you'd kept it

and half of it was mine.

I thought you were keeping it at your depot.

So, who was it then, eh?

Who else might have known about it?

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Come on, mate.

I know you've thought about it.

Ray.

Can you be ready to leave tonight?

Well, I don't know. Maybe. Well, yes.

I need you to be ready. Just wait for my call.

Jesus. Greg.

You frightened me.

Working late?

Yeah, I was just leaving.

So, I'll see you at home?

I've got to ask you something.

Is there something you want to tell me?

About Leonard?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't lie to me!

- I'm not!

- Come here.

- Greg!

You stole from me.

You burned down our house

with my f***ing mother in it!

You f***ing b*tch!

F***!

You f***ing...

- Jesus, Greg, what are you...

- Open the bag.

- Greg, it's...

- Open the bag.

Open it!

Come on, Greg!

No, Greg!

No, Greg.

Jake.

What are you doing?

Mate, it's not what you're thinking.

It was an accident.

What's in here, Ray?

I can explain it.

Come on, Jake. Just...

Let's just go sort this out.

- You're the one who f***ed up the grid.

- Please, just put the shovel down.

Come on, Jake, talk to me.

I'll talk. I'll talk to the cops.

Jake!

Jake, it was an accident.

Jake!

Jake! Come on, Jake.

Come on, mate. Pull over!

Wait, Jake!

Jake!

It was an accident! I didn't mean to...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Hey, what is this?

What's all that about?

- What'd he do to you?

- Nothing.

- Are you telling me the truth?

- He didn't do anything.

- All right, when was he here?

- He didn't hurt me.

I didn't ask you that.

Just tell me when.

The day he didn't show up.

- I'm sorry.

- Just you stay here

and pack your stuff, okay?

He called, Billy!

He called.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The baby's fine, Mr. Yale.

I'm so sorry about your friend, but listen.

You're a real hero, you know that?

She's going to be okay.

- Carla, where are you?

- Ray, are you here?

No, I won't be long.

I just have one more thing I have to do.

Come down the side, there's nobody here.

Okay.

- Raymond f***ing Yale.

- Gil, you're back.

You're like a deer in the headlights,

you stupid f***ing monkey.

Go ahead, answer it.

- Are you listening?

- Yeah.

Room 16.

Carss Park Motel. You've got 10 minutes.

Right, let's go.

One man points his dick

in the wrong direction and here we are.

Now I know why you were in such a hurry

to cement over that square.

Money. Hey! Money.

- Gary.

- Ray.

He's alone. I handcuffed him to the sink.

Who? Who's in there?

Jesus, are you serious? Get in there!

Barney.

His ute's out back.

His wife Lauren dobbed him in.

Cooking the books, eh, Ray?

That's no great invention.

Sh*t, I've done it myself.

Trouble with blokes like this is,

they get greedy.

Suck blokes like you in, the kickbacks.

Then they blackmail you for your share.

Him and his wife have been doing it

for a while.

Then she discovered

he's been nailing his secretary.

Thank Christ for infidelity, I say.

Now, Ray,

this whole affair has really hurt me.

You've been a decent worker

for me in the past,

and for the most part,

you've saved me money.

But if you f*** me again,

I'll f*** you even harder!

You understand? Right.

Now get out of my f***ing sight

before I change me f***ing mind.

I'm sorry.

He says someone else knows.

It's got nothing to do with this.

It's been sorted out.

Has it?

- I swear to you on my life.

- Your life isn't worth much to me.

Let's start this again. Who else knows?

- Nobody.

- Just tell him.

Hey, point the gun at me.

Point the gun at me.

- One.

- She's got nothing to do with this.

- Two.

- She's got nothing to do with this.

Hey, you've got the wrong idea!

Then what the f*** were you doing

at my place?

It's about something else.

It's about a kickback at work.

Look, I made a big mistake.

I did the wrong thing and I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

But please, nobody else knows.

I swear to you.

Please let her go.

Please.

I want the money you owe me.

Okay, okay. Yeah.

Okay, so where is it?

- It's in there.

- Go get it.

- Take it. Please, just let us go.

- Hey!

You, it's okay. Go get it.

Down there. Wait. Open it.

Get on your knees. Turn around.

- Why? What... What...

- You just shut up, mate.

- Do what I'm telling you.

- You've got the money.

- Nobody else knows...

- What are you, a f***ing idiot?

It's okay. It'll be okay.

We're going to be all right.

What the f***!

No, Ray!

Ray!

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