The Tail Job Page #3

- Wait, I don't have your number.

- Why would you?

- In case Mona calls me.

I can let you know where she is

if you still haven't met up with her.

- Okay, that's a good idea.

- Give me your phone.

Call me.

Nichols.

Great, go ahead.

- Thanks.

- I'll text you later.

- Well, she's not here.

- In hindsight, it was

very unlikely she would be.

- F***!

- Oi!

You going to White Bay?

- Yeah mate.

- Won't be a tick.

- Hey!

What are you doing?

- Relax, I'm not going to leave you here.

There's plenty of room for both of ya'.

- Make him get the next one.

- What's the difference?

- Because I'm not paying you

to pick up other passengers.

- Mate, if I got to drive you

around the city all night

looking for your fiancee,

I need to pick up other passengers.

- Why?

- I told you, flag fall.

Bums in, bums out.

- I don't believe this!

- Mate, you don't know

where you're going next,

so I give this guy a lift to White Bay,

you think about where you're going,

I switch the meter off,

I'm doing you a favor.

You should be thanking me.

Yeah.

You coming?

- Get your own cab, sunshine.

This one's booked!

- Okay, $50 to White Bay sound okay?

- Yeah.

- You mind if my mate comes?

- If he pays half.

- Deal.

- All right, get in.

- Hold on to that for me, will ya', mate?

I wouldn't get my fingerprints

on that if I was you.

Just kidding, mate, just kidding.

You really got to lighten up.

I've known you two minutes

and I can already tell

you got a bug up your ass.

- Trevor, can we turn this off?

- No, we f***ing can't.

- What's wrong with you, Nick?

I thought you liked my driving mix?

- This is prime techno.

- It's a house song.

Me and Mona,

it was our song.

- Look, he's feeling a

bit sorry for himself

because his fiancee is cheating on him.

- We don't have to talk about this.

- With a bloke named Sio Bohan.

- Sio Bohan?

What sort of name is Sio Bohan?

Sounds African?

- I thought it was Asian.

- It's not important.

- Don't worry, mate.

Been through three divorces myself.

- Yeah, really?

- Yep and you just saw

me finalize the third one

as a matter of fact.

Just joking mate!

You got to lighten up.

He's got no sense of humor!

That's the plan is it?

Drive around all night looking for her?

Tailed her for a little

while until someone lost her.

It's not really a plan.

- I'm just teasing you, kiddo.

We've all been in your shoes.

We've all spent nights

out there following women.

- It's not so much her as the prick

she's been sleeping with.

- Sio f***ing Bohan!

- It's like that Wiley Coyote

chasing that f***ing bird.

- Eh?

- So you're saying that

the roadrunner slept

with the coyote's fiancee?

Is that what you're saying?

- You're putting words in my mouth now.

- Did they say?

- Did who say?

- The cartoon in the first episode.

Did it stop and go ding and

they froze and it just said,

"Roadrunner just f***ed coyote's wife."

- I don't know, it's

just a f***ing example.

You missed my point.

- Which was?

- The only time you

see obsession like this

is revenge, pure and simple.

- No tip?

- You want a tip?

Here's your tip.

They got a record of all the fares

at the company you work for, right?

- Yeah.

- Well give them a f***ing ring

and ask them where they

dropped off the f***ing bird.

- Trevor to Base, over.

- Evening Trev',

Janet on the line.

- Yes, good evening, Janet.

I need information about a fare

that would have left Firedock

earlier this evening.

- No worries, Trev'.

What's the destination point?

- Well I'm hoping that's

what you can tell me.

- Trev', we've

had a number of pickups

in the area tonight.

Can you tell me the cab number?

- Cab number.

Sh*t.

Cab number.

- Oh, hang on!

- Standby, Janet.

- Trev', 30 seconds.

- That's blurry.

- No, these are practices.

- That's blurry.

- Hey, it's night time.

You got to leave the shutter open.

- Don't you

know how to use a flash?

- Mona would have seen a flash.

- Okay that one.

Zoom in, enhance.

- Cameras in the real world,

you can't zoom in and enhance.

- Zoom in.

- Yeah, well you can't enhance.

- Janet.

- Trevor?

- We've got a number for you.

It's cab number 744.

Repeating seven, double four, over.

- Look, it just

says drop off inner city.

- Inner city?

Can you be more specific?

- I can tell you who

the cab is registered to.

- Go ahead, Janet.

- Hey, Trevor!

- How are ya' Barry?

- Haven't seen you down

at the track lately.

- Well, been working.

- Well you should make time.

Life's not meant to be all work, you know.

Mickey here was telling us a

story about the royal family.

Off you go, Mickey.

- Where was I?

- Incest.

- Okay so...

- Listen Barry.

I'm sorry, Mick'.

We need information about

one of the passengers

you would have had in your car tonight.

- Yeah, you picked her up from

Firedock at about seven p.m.

- I pick up a lot of people from Firedock.

- Yeah, we need information

about a particular woman

that you had in your cab.

- You stalking her, eh?

- No, no.

- Well, we sort of are.

I mean it's his fiancee

and he thinks she's having an affair.

- Oh well, she probably is mate.

Everyone is cheating on someone.

- I'm not.

- You probably are and

you don't even know it.

- Yeah, well said, Mick'.

- Actually, last night I

had a couple in the back.

They were married but not to each other.

- And me too.

Last week I had four dwarves 69ing.

Yeah, what's that?

130,080!

- Didn't you know about the Wizard of Oz?

- I know of the Wizard of Oz.

- Dwarf orgies every night!

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's a fact.

During the day it was all like,

"We welcome you to Munchkin Land,"

yeah, but at night in the hotel room,

all these tiny little pricks...

- Right, right, sorry.

- Yeah, as fascinating as this is guys.

- Yeah guys, we have to cap it there.

Basically we need

information about a woman

who was In your cab at seven p.m.

- Oh.

You know Trevor, my memory

isn't as good as it used to be.

- Oh.

Yeah, mhmm, okay.

Does that help with your memory?

- Yeah, yeah.

I remember her.

What about her?

- Where'd you drop her?

- I can't tell ya' that, mate.

- What, why?

- Driver-passenger confidentiality.

- That's not a thing, is it?

Fine.

Is it still privileged?

- No, no, no, it's fine.

I dropped her at the Loco.

- The Loco, okay, is that a club?

- Yeah, it's a club.

I know where it is.

- Did she meet anyone there?

- Well...

Not that I saw.

- Let's just go.

- Gee, I tell you he's a

nasty piece of work, mate.

- Well be nice to him.

The meter's running all night.

He might be my Richard Benson.

- Is that true about all the dwarves?

- Aw yeah, horny as f***!

- So what kind of place is this Loco?

- Well, I'm not going to lie to you, Nick.

- It's Nicholas!

- The Loco is one of the most

debauched clubs in Sydney.

- Hi...

- Hi, I'm sorry.

I'm new in town and I was just wondering

could you direct me to

your house?

- Sorry, I don't want to be rude,

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