? Baby, you were always gonna be the one
? You only ever did it just for fun But you...
? Run to paradise
? That's right
? They had it all worked out
? You were young and blonde
? And you could never do wrong
? That's right, they were so surprised
? You opened their eyes up
? Opened their eyes up
? You don't want anyone
? Don't tell me this is paradise
? Opened your eyes up... ?
Yeah, I'm bringing those presents too.
A bit of bribery never hurts.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Exactly the same for each.
You think they'll like it?
I mean, I'm a little bit out of my depth here.
Oh, I just want to get it right, you know? Start on a good note.
No, no, I can't believe it either.
Um, well, I've just got something to sort out here.
Shouldn't take long, then I'll go home, I'll get changed
and I'll be right over.
Yep. Alright. 'Bye.
Police! Open up!
Police!
The DPP needed those case notes first thing.
I'll take them over now, Sarge.
Yeah, eight o'clock is not first thing.
Well, Matt usually takes them over, but I forgot he's off today.
Simon, you're running on three cylinders these days. Fire it up.
Yes...
Do the...
Joyner, help.
L-I need some help.
Oi! I've been...
Gray! Gray!
This old fart's still alive.
I'm a police officer. Oh, no, you're not.
You're a bloody Christmas present.
Peter.
It's Sandy.
She was really bad yesterday.
Crying.
Pain. You know?
Oh, Sandy.
I didn't know what to do. I...
When I got up, she was...
I'm sorry to be a nuisance, hey.
No more pain now.
Was she taking the medication?
Oh, for all the good it was doing her.
Look, I'll make some calls. Do you wanna stay with her?
Pats on the back.
Wolfie's in a good mood. Not with Simon.
And he's left his phone here too.
Detective Mapplethorpe.
Er, good morning, ma'am.
No, no. Not too busy at the moment.
We're really good friends.
We've, um, known each other for about 20 years.
Sandy's been sick for the last five or six.
I'm... still not sure what you want from me, ma'am.
I want to circumvent some of the unpleasant stuff.
Peter's been through hell, especially the last 12 months,
and the last thing he needs is blue uniforms
and marked cars all over the place.
Of course. But if you're close, then...
Sometimes it is possible to be too close, Detective.
So the death wasn't unexpected?
We thought she had another six months.
But - cancer, who can tell?
I'd like you to take his statement, gently,
and, er, prepare the report for the Coroner's Office.
Right, ma'am.
Peter. Detective Mapplethorpe will stay with you.
I'll be back later on
and I want you to come with us tonight.
Mum! I gotta go.
Oh, darling, did you have breakfast?
Yeah. Toast and cereal. I left some out for you.
I don't think I'll have time, darling, but thank you anyway.
You never eat breakfast.
Oh, hi. I'm Joshua. Josh.
Hi, Josh. I'm Jennifer.
I'm really sorry, Uncle Pete.
Hey. You get off to school. I'll be fine.
I'll get myself to soccer training.
Oh, Jesus! No, don't worry about it.
No. Right. Thanks, mate.
See you, Mum. Good boy.
See ya.
I'd better go too.
Well, what happens now?
I... I want to see where they've taken her.
Yeah. You get dressed and we can do that.
And, er, then we'll chat about what happened.
What happened?
My wife had cancer for five years and then she died. That's what happened.
DPP were pleased to see you, were they?
They should come here and collect their own bloody files.
I mean, we work hard enough catching the bad guys,
then half the time they stuff up the prosecutions
and we have to go out and catch them all over again.
Am I right, or am I right? Both.
Er, cheer up.
I think one of your girlfriends has been trying to call you.
You have one new message.
Message received today at 8:09am.
Joyner. I've... I... I need some help.
Oi! Gray.
You think he's in trouble? Well, yeah, you heard the message.
Come on, Si, it sounds like a pub or a club or something.
At ten past eight in the morning? I checked the message details.
It was his mobile, Sarge. You've called back?
Yeah. Out of service.
You and Sparkes signed off on that hit-and-run yesterday, didn't you?
He took off straight away saying something about a drycleaner's.
What time?
Come on, Simon, what time? It was a bit early, Sergeant.
About four-ish.
Did he mention anything about a meeting
or anything he was following up?
Oh, hang on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
He's on a rostered day off, isn't he?
Yeah, supposedly.
Oh, well, he's hit an early opener and he's written himself off.
No. I could hear it in his voice. He's in trouble.
Alright, get over to his place. See what you can find out.
Er, Simon - phone.
I'll see if I can get a fix on that message, where it came from.
Just in case. Let's go.
Been knocking for ages, Sarge. No way he's in there.
Yeah, we've checked with a couple of his neighbours.
They haven't seen him either.
Look, I'm gonna go and find the caretake...
What? Break in? No way.
Oh, we're in.
Sparkes is gonna have your balls when he sees that door.
There's not a lot of room. Lorraine took him to the cleaners, eh?
Yeah, drycleaners. Slacks and a jacket.
Not a suit like he wears to work. Well, you said he's on a RDO.
Maybe he was going out, he wanted to look nice.
Smart and casual.
Looks like he put his Jamie Oliver impersonation on hold.
Yeah, hang on a minute, Sarge. We're just checking out the place.
Chockies. And a doll.
A blow-up doll I'd understand.
Eh? No, no, he's not here, Sarge. We don't know where he is.
Well, talk to the other neighbours, see what you can find.
I'll check his day book. Yeah. Right.
Ow! Yeah!
Yeah!
OK, thanks, anyway.
Look, maybe he sounded slurred because he's pissed.
What pub does he go to? All of them.
And he's not pissed, he's hurt. OK?
Look, I'm just saying, Simon, that it's...
Why was he asking for help, Duncan? To order another beer?
Hey, excuse me.
Ms Pilsbury. Er, it's Kelly, isn't it?
Yeah. What's going on? Where's Wilton?
Well, that's what we're trying to find out.
What are you doing here?
Well, he was supposed to meet me this morning.
Early?
He's, um, hired a little motor launch thing.
We were gonna have a day on the river, a picnic with my girls.
He hasn't met them yet.
Hmm. Well, that makes sense of an entry in his day book.
I tried his mobile, but it was out of service.
But the thing is I spoke to him really early this morning
and he said he was on his way.
I mean, it's a big deal for all of us, especially the girls.
Well, maybe he changed his mind. About the day.
Got cold feet about meeting my kids, you mean?
Well?
No.
He said something about needing to sort something out.
I mean, he wouldn't just bail on us.
That's not the Wilton Sparkes I know.
Can you get me to a hospital?
I'm gonna die. Yeah. Yeah, you are, fat man.
But not soon.
You see, you're gut shot.
It's gonna take you hours to go.
What, you're not too thrilled about that, eh?
Please. I need water.
Yeah, I can imagine.
Must be sore.
Looks like the bullet went in.
Right about there.
Looks of the blood, I'd say you'd last till about... ooh, dark.
Er, no.
I'm not going anywhere until I find out what's happened to him.
That could take some time, Ms Pilsbury.
That's alright. I'm happy to wait.
Hey, listen.
So, maybe he bonked her.
OK? And, er, he had a good time,
she started talking kids and daddies
and then he's just gone and done a runner.
The phone call doesn't suggest that. Neither do the dolls.
He bought her kids presents, mate.
Senior Sergeant. The report on that phone that you wanted.
Ah, thank you. Did they source the message?
Er, try outer west. Close as they could get it.
Oh, well, that's a start at least.
Anything on the call logs in the past 24 hours?
Nothing useful. Er, this is Senior Sergeant Sparkes's phone.
What's going on? Er, Sparkesy's gone missing.
Missing?
Sarge! What are you doing here?
Came in to help. You're on an RDO.
I called him. Told him what was going on.
We... we don't know what's going on as yet.
Still no news? No. Nothing.
We do know he went shopping after he left work yesterday.
We found some dockets for some dolls he'd bought last night
about two hours after he left.
And what time was that?
About four.
Have we thought about Lorraine? I mean, maybe she's an option.
What? What, she got wind of the new girlfriend?
A love triangle. Sparkesy has a girlfriend?
Yeah, I tried the ex-wife, she's in Queensland.
What girlfriend? Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.
Remember Kelly Pilsbury?
The solo mum. The one who slapped him.
Added a bit of tickle to the slap, did she?
Thank you. You've been very kind.
I still need to get a statement from you, Mr Murdoch.
Peter. Yeah, I know.
There's something I have to do first.
You've known the Superintendent for a long time.
Oh, she and Sandy liked each other the first time they met.
After Bernice's husband left, she did it tough for a bit,
with Josh to raise on her own.
So you helped out?
Eventually we were like one family in two houses on the same street.
The pain Sandy was in...
...was terrible.
Terrible.
She wanted to die.
Did you help her?
That's what you've been thinking, isn't it?
Did you assist your wife in suicide, Mr Murdoch?
We'd discussed it.
But she was afraid of dying, so I made her a cup of tea
and put in a... a lot of honey,
and chopped up a whole lot of tablets and dissolved them.
Then she drank it.
And I told her that I loved her
and talked to her about all sorts of things...
...when we met and what we dreamed about.
And she fell asleep in my arms.
I fell asleep too just waiting for her to go.
When I woke up she was still warm.
But that was only because I was still holding her.
So, no, I didn't assist her.
I don't think she knew what I'd done.
I didn't tell her.
You guys might wanna see this.
I thought I'd check out our security footage.
Sparkesy leaving yesterday arvo. Hold it there.
Who's that woman?
Well, I checked with Wayne who was on duty.
She just turned up asking for Wilton Sparkes.
Wouldn't give her name, so Wayne refused to call him.
And she waited and buttonholed Sparkesy on the way out.
He knows her.
Yeah, so do I. But I don't know from where.
A trial? An old case? Something.
Maybe Sparkesy's got two women on the go.
Let's hope so.
Did they leave together?
No. She leaves first.
Before that, they speak for a couple of minutes
and, er...
...here she gives him something.
What is that? A piece of paper?
That's an evidence bag.
There's a clear shot of the woman in a previous frame, get one lifted.
Let's check Sparkes's old case, run a check, see if we can find her.
Why old cases? What's to say this isn't something current, new?
I've seen that woman before. Way back.
I'll check my files as well.
Speak to Kelly Pilsbury again,
see if Wilton may have said anything to her that might help us.
I'll do that. I was there when they met.
Please don't lie to me. I need to know what's going on.
What you're thinking.
Sparkesy left a message on my phone. Er, he sounded... bad.
We've only been able to trace roughly where the call came from, so...
I knew something is going on.
I mean, he wouldn't let us down like this. He's too caring.
Wilton, right?
You really don't know him very well, do you?
Not as well as he knows you.
He talked about you quite a bit.
He said you were going to be a really good detective.
"Going to be"?
Please, have a seat.
This morning Sparkesy left a... a message on your phone
saying he had something to sort out.
Did he say what it was he had to do? No.
Um, just that he would be at my place soon and, well, he was excited.
He'd bought presents for the girls. The... the dolls, right?
You have to find him, Simon.
Something bad's happened to him, I know it has.
You knew, didn't you, ma'am?
Knew what?
That there was a chance that this could be an assisted suicide?
Yeah.
Sandy was terribly ill.
Peter is a loving, compassionate man.
Helping her to die would always have to be a possibility, I suppose.
What if it was more than an assisted suicide?
In what way?
What if he gave her those pills without telling her?
That would be murder, wouldn't it?
Well, technically, yes. Perhaps.
Morally, emotionally,
in this particular case, knowing these two people like I do,
it would still be an act of compassion.
Is that your personal view?
Personal being the operative word, Detective.
What do you expect me to do? Expect?
What do you want me to do?
What I want has no bearing on this.
You're the one handling this. You have to make the decision.
It's better you than me.
Decisions like that can make or break a career.
Hey, hang on, hang on. What, Waverley's got a kid?
Yeah. How old?
Don't know. 13, 14. Boy.
What? I didn't even know she was married.
Where's the husband? She probably ate him.
You know, she set me up on this. Yeah, well, of course she did.
She didn't want to get involved herself, so she set me up.
She wants it at arm's length in case it gets ugly.
What are you gonna do?
Well... I should log this as evidence.
But I don't know.
Well, I tell you what -
Sparkesy's had a colourful past too, eh?
Talk about a chequered career.
I thought I had a few flags on my file.
What's with Sparkesy?
He's gone missing. What?
This woman was captured on CCTV footage in the foyer
handing him a note.
The woman in the footage - one Sheila Colvin.
She's not a crim, she is a mother of one, a double murderer.
Five years ago, her son Paul Colvin raped and killed two women.
Sparkes nailed him,
most likely before he could chalk up number three.
Grab Simon, get over to that address, and be careful.
Why, what's the danger? Paul Colvin would still be inside, wouldn't he?
He's doing life,
but it's possible his mother holds a grudge against Sparkes
for putting him there.
So, like I said, be careful.
Well, are you satisfied, you old bitch?!
Well, why don't you look at me? Ewan.
I'll take her. No worries.
Sheila, isn't it?
Police!
I told her to leave this alone.
Sit down.
I told you.
So tell us.
Well, Ewan didn't even want me to go and see Mr Sparkes,
but he'd been so kind to us before.
Yeah. He's the only one who was.
We were treated like bloody lepers.
What was the piece of paper you gave him?
I... I found it crumpled up under some boxes in the garage.
Yeah. Yeah, we're moving again.
Again. Do you know how many times we've moved in the past five years?
Three times. And it's always the same story.
Somebody finds out and some press bastard comes sliming around...
The piece of paper?
It's a page from a street directory.
When, um... when Paul,
when... when he killed those... two girls,
he marked where he had buried them on the maps.
And... and Mr Sparkes found the book
and that's what helped them to locate the bodies.
It had to have been torn out of the original book a long time ago, and...
...and l-I thought perhaps that Paul had killed someone else.
I didn't know who else to go to.
He promised me he'd look into it.
He'd... he'd keep it quiet.
The page had a mark on it?
Where was it? Do you remember?
Yeah.
We'll take the front. We'll take the garage.
Oh, no!
Guys!
Oh, what? We just found Sparkesy's car in the garage.
This blood's just about dry. It's been here for hours.
I'll call the Sarge.
What are you doing?
Pulling the SIM, make sure that it's his.
Mattie, you'd better tell Wolfie that this place used to be a meth lab.
A big one.
G'day. You've got Wilton Sparkes.
If you're cute. Leave a message.
Sparkesy came looking for a dead body,
but he walked into something else.
Would have been easier just to shoot him again.
Yeah, but this is more fun, right?
Come on, bro, it's a bloody classic!
On the scrapheap.. Yes.
Wakey, wakey, piggy.
Alright.
Oh! That's gotta hurt.
Hey, hey. Have I got your attention?
Listen to me.
My dad died in a paddock, in the middle of nowhere,
with a copper's bullet in his chest.
No-one's gonna find you, you fat man.
Die weeping!
A meth lab is your area of expertise, Terry.
OK, so you're thinking is that Wilton walked in on these bastards
while he was following up a lead on an old murder case?
Yes.
Coincidence or related?
If you and your people could take a look at the scene,
start making some sense of who these lab-rats might be.
They left their equipment? No.
But just enough packaging
and residual chemicals for us to identify it as a lab.
Otherwise pretty well cleaned out.
So they didn't leave in a hurry after they shot him?
Apparently not. He was there a while.
A lot of blood. Bloody hell.
Took you a while to brief Bernice, didn't it?
We didn't know what we had at first. Yeah?
Well, lucky she had the nous to call me.
What's the story?
Look, I'm across most meth dealers in town.
Not many of them have the guts to shoot a police officer
to protect their product and then take their time packing up.
I mean, they'd have to be truly mad bastards.
This might help.
Joyner's phone.
Joyner. I've... I... I need some help.
Oi! Gray.
Any ideas? Gray?
Yeah, I've got more than an idea. I'll get back to you.
Just get that analysis.
And while you're waiting on it, go through the surveillance reports
and find out when the last time
we had Graeme and Tommy Combes on the radar.
Yeah, well, just get your bum back there and do it.
My guys are on the Sparkesy thing.
The residue from that meth house -
maybe we can confirm the cook's ID from his recipe.
Come on. Ease up, Freeman.
We're cool, aren't we?
Huh? I can take a leak in safety?
We're never gonna be cool, Jarvis.
Take that down.
We don't have a murder victim. Not yet.
Yeah, he's right, Mattie.
Oh, so you finally agree he's not pissed in a pub somewhere?
Yeah, I do. I was wrong, OK?
He's a tough old bugger. He'll be right.
Yeah, right.
We're gonna find him, Si. OK?
Detective Mapplethorpe.
Oh, Mrs Wolfe. Um, I'm looking for my husband.
He's with the Superintendent, I think.
There's been a bit of a situation. Someone's gone missing.
Right. Well, same here. Um, tell him I came by, would you?
Looking for him. Sure.
DSS Sparkes.
Yeah, I've emailed his picture to all on-board computers
and I think maybe we should send it to those foot patrols too.
Yeah, great. Thank you. I appreciate it. OK.
Sarge, any news?
No. Not as yet.
What is it?
Er, your wife was here looking for you and she seemed a bit upset.
Yeah. Yeah, she would be. Thank you.
Also I was in here leaving you that note.
There are no prints in the house. Great. Thank you, Jennifer.
And, Sarge, if you've got a moment, I need to talk to you.
Sure. What about?
Peter Murdoch. Superintendent Waverley's friend.
Yeah, the one whose wife died.
Yeah. He assisted her in her death.
More than that, he administered a lethal dose of barbiturates
without her knowledge.
I don't know what to do.
I understand why he did it.
It's an act of love.
Sometimes, er, Jennifer, that's what murder is -
and if it is murder, there are laws to deal with it.
Compassion is for the courts if they deem it appropriate,
not for detectives.
Why don't you speak to Superintendent Waverley about him?
I have. She was very close to them, the Murdochs.
Wolfe. Terry.
Yes. Terrific.
You are worth your weight. Yeah, we're on our way. Thank you.
Alright. OK, listen up.
Graeme and Tommy Combes. Brothers.
Meth dealers. I've been running them through the sieve for months.
Still haven't got enough on them -
they keep slipping surveillance and turning up somewhere else.
Just reconnected with them. They're in there kicking up their heels.
How do we know these guys are the ones?
Well, "Gray' on the Sparkesy's message was a bit of a clue, darling.
And if they have got their own lab, they're shifting locations,
which would fit with the Sparkesy scenario.
Plus they hate coppers. Their old man was shot by one.
How do you wanna play this?
The old-fashioned way.
Police. Don't move.
On the ground, dickhead. Oh, you bastards!
Would you like to have a crack, mate?
Hey, watch it, smart arse. Get on the ground.
I got him. Clear.
Gun.
I've got him.
Two spent cartridges. Get up.
Doesn't look good for Sparkesy.
I don't know anything about any meth lab.
And I've never heard of this Wilson bloke.
Wilton. Sparkes.
Detective Senior Sergeant. Homicide.
A police officer.
Get out of my face.
You got nothing on us.
If you wanna charge us with something, charge us,
otherwise we get a lawyer in here and we walk.
This is not gonna get any easier.
No, no. This is gonna get...
You turn anything up yet, Dunny?
Some bottles, packets, and the blood.
These guys aren't as dumb as they look.
All Jarvis's mob have got so far is rubber glove smudges.
This gun. Yeah, I found it in the toilets.
In the pub.
It's been fired recently.
There's blood on the end of the barrel. Did you hit somebody with it?
Hey, I found it.
We're having tests run on the blood, Tommy.
We can get DNA done too.
Yeah, not before Christmas.
He's right.
Sparkesy will be cold by the time we even find out
if the blood on the gun's his.
We're getting nowhere with our bloke. Same as the others.
Now, we need a button to press. Something to hold over them.
Something they care about.
You know these mongrels, Terry. Think.
This is her. Make it quick. No nice guy stuff, OK?
I want her good and scared.
Shannon Cutter... What the hell's going on?
Get in the car. Why?
Get in the car. I can't!
Shut up. Leave your ch...
What have I done? Get in the car!
That's my baby. Shut up!
No! No! Get in the car.
Get in the car now!
Shut up. Get in the car now.
Bastards! Get in.
There's the baby. Now shut up.
My shopping!
Told you you'd have to release me. Where's my brother?
We're not letting you go, boofhead.
You bastards do this and I'll sue your arses.
Do what?
You lay one finger on me and I'll have you.
Hey. Hey. What's this?
This is your missus, isn't it?
No, they're not married. They're just shacked up.
Oh, right. Hey, she's, er, she's pretty tasty this one, isn't she?
What's she doing here?
What do you think she's doing here, stupid?
Sit!
Huh?
She's family, right? Her and the kid.
Just like Sparkesy's family to us.
Take a good long look, Gray.
It could be the last time you ever see either of them.
Or you could tell us where Sparkesy is
or by the end of the week, your little girlfriend here,
she's gonna end up in the lockup.
Just like you and your mongrel brother.
And your kid will end up in foster care. Permanently.
He's just a baby! You can't do that.
He's my kid! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And you're father of the year, aren't you?
So where's Sparkesy? Tell us.
You better pray he's still kicking, dickhead.
Where?
Sparkesy!
What's happening with those floodlights?
Yeah, we're working on it, Sarge. Sparkesy!
Missing person...
Sparkesy!
Come on, Graeme. Where is he?
Shine your torch this way.
It's all clear, this one.
Nothing in this one. Move down the next lane.
Wilton!
Where is he? Which car?
There's nothing. There's nothing in here.
We need a hand over here. Sparkesy, come on, mate.
Bring that, er, ambulance in here, mate. Up to this point.
Wilton!
Was this the right row? Don't know.
They all look the same to me. So which car is it?
Was it on the left or the right? Different in the dark.
Make? Model? Colour?
You must remember the colour? Simon!
Where is he?!
Si, just back off. Where is he?!
Take it easy.
He's not gonna be much use to us if you knock him out, Si.
Where is he?! Joyner! Calm down.
Calm down or you are out of here.
You hear me?
Can you hear us?
Over here!
Stretcher. And move it.
Guys, over here. They found him.
Stretcher go, go, go. Over here, now.
Quickly!
Go. Alright. On three.
Hurry up!
Come on. Quick. Let him through. Get in there.
What's his name? Sparkes. DSS Wilton Sparkes.
Check his airway.
His airway's OK, but he's not breathing.
Is he alive?
Come on, Sparkesy. Oh, come on, mate.
Superintendent.
Detective Mapplethorpe.
Hello. Hello.
I need a word.
Can't this wait? No, it can't.
Mum, we're gonna be late.
Just wait for me for a minute, darling.
But what happens... I'll be one minute. Please.
I need to be with him.
This is the first time he's had to go to a funeral.
This won't take long, ma'am.
You didn't return my calls over the weekend.
No.
I need you to know where this is heading.
Where's that exactly?
I'm gonna charge him.
I don't have a choice, do I?
What do you want from me, Mapplethorpe, absolution?
No, you're the last person I'd come to for that.
You put this on me because you didn't wanna do it yourself.
I put this on you because I thought it was an assisted suicide...
...because he is my friend
and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do the right thing.
I knew you would.
That it's turned out to be something more is a tragedy.
It's another tragedy.
Um, I'll keep Peter with Joshua and I overnight
and I'll bring him in in the morning, if that's alright.
Of course.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
So am I. Detective.
I'm sorry. OK, come on, let's go.
So I finally got to meet the girls this morning.
Not the best way to do it.
How did they, er, like the dolls?
Got the impression I should have gone the Barbie route.
It's a learning curve.
I'm just gonna get us a cup of tea and give you a chance to talk.
You... you don't have to go. No, no, it's fine. Take your time.
Can't get enough of me.
How're you feeling?
Sore. I lost half of my gut.
Not a weight loss program I'd recommend.
Did they find a third body at the house?
X mark the spot, did it?
No, it didn't.
We grilled Colvin for the weekend
and he let us chase our tails for two days,
then he finally told us there was no third victim.
Doesn't make any sense. What about the cross on the map?
It's where he intended to bury his next one, his number three.
Said you'd caught him before he got a chance to kill her.
Looks like you really are a good detective, Sarge.
So you just came here to tell me what a great copper I am, did you?
No, I just... wanted to see how you're doing, you know?
Crap. You're still thinking about the gun that guy put to your head.
You came here to remind yourself that this could easily be you one day.
I don't know.
Um, maybe. I... I'm not sure.
Well, if you're not sure,
you've as good as answered the question, haven't you?
Either you can live with the risks or you can't, son.
If you're not in it heart and soul, you shouldn't be in it at all.
No shame. No judgment. Just the way it is.
Hey, Si, how's Sparkesy?
He's doing OK.
When's he getting out?
Of the job or hospital?
Ha, ha.
Not for a while.
Anyone for a coffee?
No, a shot of wheat grass, I reckon.
What? What are you, a cow? No, mate, it's, er, good for you.
Yeah, so's giving up alcohol, but I don't see you doing that, do I?
I'll grab a six-pack while I'm down there.
'Night, Dunny.