"Ay!" "You're a fucking monster!" "Rosie's called the police." "She says they're gonna press charges." "I've come to apologise." "Not fucking accepted." "Hugo's problem is that you and Gary let him act like an absolute brat." "That's enough!" "How'd it go?" "She said we definitely have a case." "God, I wish I could've seen his face when they arrested him." "It'll be a huge relief when you finally hear the court date." "If they ever set a date." "Rosie had received the letter from the Magistrates' Court that afternoon." "The date and time of the hearing were written in clear, bold type on the second line down... 29 June, 10:00am." "She now had a concrete day to fix her attention." "Waves of fury and righteousness intoxicated her." "Rosie, the water's gonna be freezing." "Pass me the towel, please." "Get the fuck off!" "I want boobie." "No." "Hugo needs me." "(Sings) ♪ I want boobie... ♪" "Don't go, don't go, don't go..." "I have to." "'Marissa tried to close the door." "Eva tried and tried some more and Jonathon didn't try at all." "He just cried and cried and cried." " And then he hid." " Ah!" "Alligator's mouth was wide." "Its teeth were long!" "Long!" "Its jaws were strong!" "Were strong!" "The children watched as it began to bite the edges of the door." "Snip, snap, snip, snap, snip, snap, snip, snap." "Were the children scared?" "You bet they were!" "Arggrrr!" "See Tracey." "Hey, you two." "I didn't know you were dropping by." "Aunty Aish." "Hey, Huges." "Ohh." "Come out the back." "OK." "Anyway, I just came to let you know that they've set a date." "Who?" "The hearing." "Oh, sorry, of course." "They even sent me a letter to the house with the date and everything." "Didn't Hector get one?" "Um... no, I don't think so." "Could you ask him for me?" "Well, he wouldn't hide it from me." "No, no, I know he wouldn't, but I'm just..." "I want to make sure they've sent it and everything's OK." "How's Gary taking it?" "He's... relieved that they have a date." "You're coming, aren't you?" "I want to, it's just it's really difficult with Hector and his family and you and Gary." "I want to be there for you." "That's alright." "No." "Yep, it's fine." "Really, I do." "Come on, darlin', let's go." "I just can't." "It's fine, Aish, it's fine." "Give Aunty Aish a kiss." "Wait half an hour, we'll go for coffee." "No, no, I'm gonna take Huges to the library." "Hey, Huges, going to the library with Mummy?" "You know I want to be there for you." "Bye, Aisha." "Bye." "Brm, brm." "Get on quickly..." "Brm, vrm, brm..." "Hi, Rosie." "Hi, Margaret." "I got about 10 minutes." "Yeah." "Why don't you come through?" "Yeah, sure." "Hey, I just went to see Hector's wife and she mentioned that maybe he didn't get the letter." "I don't know, maybe, what happened that he didn't get it..." "That's OK, that's OK, that's OK." "If Hector doesn't come to court, he just gets summonsed." "Well, that's..." "Now..." "We made contact with some of the people who were at the barbecue, just to get some information." "OK." "Manolis and Koula Sossidis, they didn't get back to us." "Yeah, course they didn't." "They don't care about Hugo." "It's like The Godfather, you know?" "They all stick together." "Been to so many bloody naming days and Greek Easters and Christmases and now it doesn't help me at all, does it?" "Alright." "Darling, darling, go out..." "Go and play outside in the hallway." "Then there's Anouk Rosen?" "She hasn't got back to us." "You tried to contact Anouk?" "She was there, yeah?" "Oh, OK." "Just hang on a sec." "Yes?" "Oh, about 15 minutes tops, I reckon." "Administrator..." "Alright, thanks, mate." "Cheers." "Alright, look, I'm really sorry, Rosie, but I've got a kid down the Royal with terrible burns and I need to get down there." "I don't know why DHS..." "Sorry, Margaret." "When I meet the police prosecutor, do I get to rehearse with him or...?" "No, no, no." "Just say what you said in your statement." "OK." "Rosie." "Look, it is great that we've got a court date." "Now just go home and stop worrying." "You're right." "OK?" "Yeah." "Chicken, do you want some food?" "You stupid chicken." "Eat it." "Hi, you've called Rosie, Gary and Hugo." "We're not in, leave a message." "Hi, it's Shamira, Bilal's wife." "I can't stop thinking about what happened at Hector's birthday and what you must be all going through, and I can't stop thinking about your little boy." "Hi, it's Rosie." "Oh, hello, it's Shamira." "I was just leaving you a message." "Sorry, I was just in the backyard." "Do you want to catch up for a coffee or something?" "Course, I do." "Why is she coming over?" "We hardly even know her." "I always try and avoid her at Hector's." "I mean, what am I supposed to say to her?" "How's Allah going?" "Had a good day at the mosque?" "What's the go with her changing her name?" "I mean, isn't Shamira a singer?" "That's Shakira." "Oh, well, it's not as bad as Bilal from Terry." "I mean, come on." "Give me a fucking break. 'Bilal'!" "Bilal!" "Blaal!" "Blah!" "Oh, man, the whole thing is so transparent." "Hector thinks it looks good having a black friend." "They went to school together." "So what?" "I went to school with a lot of boring dickheads, but do I still see them?" "No." "She says she can't stop thinking about it... ..what happened at the barbecue." "She's invited me to her mothers' group." "I thought you hated Mothers' Group." "Thought they made you paranoid." "'Transmitted form of infection'..." "virus." "A letter came from the Magistrates' Office with our date." "It's the 29th, Friday... 10:00am or something." "So how's he doing?" "Oh, Gary doesn't want me bringing it up." "He thinks I keep reminding him of it, but he has nightmares." "I know he's thinking about him." "I know it." "Don't want any help this time." "Don't need help." "I saw his face." "He bloody enjoyed it." "Whee!" "Makes me feel sick just thinking about it." "And Hector's not going to show up." "I mean, how can he with Koula bleating in his ear?" "Ah, Greek women are backstabbing bitches." "My old school was full of them." "Two-faced." "Shamira." "That's my friend." "She's willing to testify against the man who hit my son." "Well, what time does she get back from court?" "How come you wear a hat like a olden-days person?" "I wear it because it makes me feel good and strong." "I feel closer to God with this hat on." "Do you have anything you wear that makes you feel strong?" "My cape." "What's God?" "Wow." "You ask good questions." "Um..." "God is kind of like the invisible man." "Sometimes if you feel sad or afraid, you can talk to God, but you can't see him." "Is God here now?" "Yeah, God's everywhere." "Dadda!" "Dadda's home!" "Hey, how you going, mate?" "Hello." "Hi, Shamira." "Gee, Rosie's got you cleaning up already, has she?" "Oh, no." "Kids split something, I was just gonna clean it up." "Yeah, it's alright, we can clean it." "Yeah, I know, I was just..." "Yeah, just a bit weird, that's all." "The cops said no." "Apparently, they think Hector's a great witness, upstanding citizen, blah, blah, blah, so stupid." "Hi, you just got in?" "Yep." "See you Saturday." "Yeah, how exciting!" "See you." "Take care." "Bye." "Come on!" "Hey." "See ya." "See ya." "I don't want her in this house." "What?" "She was in there fucking proselytising to Hugo, trying to convert him." "Such bullshit, Gary." "She's not like that." "I fucking heard her telling him that God was in the kitchen!" "She meant it in a metaphorical sense." "What does that mean?" "She invited me to go and see a house with them on Saturday." "Well, I already told Vic that I was gonna go to his house." "He's gonna play me some demos." "So you'll have to get one of the kids to look after him." "Hang on." "Why do you want to go with 'em?" "Hmm?" "Just to have a look." "Don't get any ideas, Rosie." "I don't want a mortgage hanging around our neck." "It's bad enough with a kid." "I won't do it." "Hi." "You are interested?" "Me?" "No, I'm just with some friends." "Tell you what, let me give you my card just in case." "I've been hassling my boss for ages to put my photo on there, but he's a bit slack." "Thanks, I'll let you know." "Or I could give you your own personal copy, if you like?" "You know what I mean?" "We better get going." "Thank you." "You got a lot going on, haven't you, Rosie?" "Come on, hop in the car." "And I can fly like the wind." "There you go, mate." "Have a look at those ones." "Pretty good, eh?" "Bygone era." "Not bad, eh?" "Hugo?" "Mummy." "Hugo?" "Put that down, darlin'." "Let's make something for tea." "Can you believe Richie's never seen a Penthouse before?" "I suppose you've got the internet now, haven't you?" "Um..." "I've gotta go." "Suppose you're pissed off?" "Why should I be pissed off?" "You are." "I can tell." "Pissed off because I showed Richie those magazines." "You and all your PC bullshit." "You also showed them to your four-year-old son." "I'm pretty sure he's used to looking at tits all day, Rosie." "Oh, here we go." "I know exactly what you're doing, Gary." "I'll say this, you'll something worse until you have an excuse to storm out, then you'll go down to the pub and talk shit." "You know what, if I wanted to talk shit, then I'd just stay right here." "We can go over and over it." "You got us into this." "How did I get us into this?" "Our son was slapped in the face and you stood by and watched!" "I didn't just stand by and watch!" "You got us into this 'cause you called the cops!" "I didn't call the cops, you did." "You fuckin' made me call 'em!" "Rosie... just let it go, we can just finish this." "We can just say that we don't want to take it any further." "But we've got a date." "It doesn't matter about the date." "Hugo's virtually forgotten about it." "He has not." "He remembers it." "That's because you keep reminding him of it every bloody day." "You're the one who can't forget it." "Rosie, please, just let it go." "For all of us, just..." "We can just call this off." "It's not a fuckin' birthday party, Gary!" "Can't just fucking call it off!" "What kind of father are you, anyway?" "You want that animal to get away with it?" "Your son to know that his own fucking father can't protect him?" "You're so weak." "I hate you." "Oh, yeah, hi, Shane." "It's Rosie here." "Gary's wife." "How are you?" "Good, good." "Look, um..." "Gary's not feeling well." "I wanted to call you last night, but he was determined to come in." "Uh... stomach bug or..." "Hopefully tomorrow." "OK, yeah, I'll let him know." "Thanks." "Uh, uh, wow, wow, whoa, whoa..." "Wow, wow, wow..." "Rach?" "It's Rosie and Hugo." "Sweetheart, why don't you draw Aunty Rachel a truck?" "OK." "Rosie?" "Rachel?" "Rosie, is that you?" "Oh, my God." "Don't move." "Oh, Rosie I fell last..." "Oh, my God." "Really stupid." "Mrs Rosen?" "It's only me." "Rachel fell." "She was on the bathroom floor when I got here." "Mrs Rosen." "It's no wonder I fell with all the bloody medication I'm on." "Well, all the 'bloody medication' is keeping you alive." "Well, thanks for reminding me." "You're late!" "Maria?" "This is Hugo." "Come on, Hugo." "You must be Anouk?" "No, I'm Rosie." "The other daughter?" "You and your sister should come more often." "She's not my daughter, we're friends." "Well, you should speak to the other one." "When did we elect you family counsellor?" "Anouk does it on purpose." "She found the most pushy, the most pompous person she could find." "She thought, 'Perfect, I'll get her for Mum.'" "You say that about all your carers." "Hugo." "What do you make of that lady in the kitchen?" "I rest my case." "Mummy and Dadda are fighting." "Gary's stressed about the case." "And you?" "I don't know." "Sometimes I wish I never..." "If a man hit Anouk, what would you have done?" "I'd have run him down and been up for murder." "Look at her." "Sensitive little scrap." "I was a terrible mother." "Well, not terrible, I was just preoccupied." "Hugo on the other hand will always know that he was loved." "Daddy!" "Hey, little monkey!" "How are you going?" "Good." "Where's Mum?" "She's outside making my bath." "She's making your bath, eh?" "Yeah." "Do you want a bath?" "Yes." "Alright, let's go have a bath." "I'll bath him." "OK." "Come on, mate." "Get this bathing fiasco on the way." "♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪" "♪ How I wonder what you are!" "♪" "You right?" "Your eyes?" "Dadda, when is God coming?" "God's not coming, mate." "'Cause he doesn't exist." "God is just a crutch for crippled, brainless people." "The whole God thing is like Santa Claus, a load of shit." "What?" "♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪" "♪ How I wonder what you are... ♪" " Can you reach?" " Yeah." "Oh, God, you're taller than me." "Oh." "Perfect." "Nice." "You know, I keep thinking about what you said, how everyone saw it." "Well, why didn't anyone get back to us when the police sent out letters?" "I didn't really see the beginning bit of the argument." "I was..." "I was talking..." "To Richie?" "Oh, Hector and I were sitting on the steps near the back." "But you could see them playing cricket, right?" "We weren't really watching." "Hmm." "Must have been pretty engrossing." "What were you talking about?" "Nothing, really, just... jazz, I think." "Jazz?" "Gonna need more hooks." "So have you seen Aisha and Hector?" "Just wondering, you know, if they said anything about the trial." "I haven't seen... them." "I've just seen Aisha at work, that's all." "Hector?" "He said he might not come." "Do you want me to cut up the vegies and, um... do the curtain before Gary comes home?" "Connie, what did Hector say?" "I just overheard them talking." "That's all." "And when was this?" "I don't know, a couple of months ago or something." "And... and what did he say?" "He said he didn't want to go to court and Aisha said that he had to go." "And how did it end?" "He drove me home and we didn't talk about it." "I mean, how did the conversation end?" "Did he say he was coming or not?" "He didn't say much, and Aisha was really angry." "Sorry." "Come on, come here." "Hugo!" "Hugo." "Stand up." "Bloody hell!" "I don't have time for this, alright?" "!" "Behave!" "I'm sorry, darling, but can you just cooperate with Mummy?" "Yeah?" "Ready, arms up." "Hey, Hector." "Hey." "Hey, Rosie." "It's been..." "It's been ages." "Yeah, not since, uh..." "Hey, mate, how's it going?" "Good." "Listen, uh..." "I really appreciate it, you know, everything that you're doing, not just for Gary and I, but for Hugo." "Look, I..." "I just want justice for him, you know?" "I just want him to know that people can't do these horrible things and get away with it." "Look, I know how hard this must be for you." "No, I don't think you do know." "I don't want any part of it, Rosie." "I was summonsed." "They don't give you a choice." "I just want it over with like everyone else involved." "See you soon, OK." "Take care of yourself, mate." "Hey!" " Second floor on the left." " OK." "Hector and Aisha are fighting." "That's probably why she's late." "Oh, she didn't say they were fighting." "Oh, the whole Greek trip." "You know, Hector told me he doesn't want to be my witness." "I mean, he could've said it two fucking months ago." "Can you believe this?" "He probably didn't want to let you down." "Here, get that into you." "I'll give you the grand tour." "This is the, uh... sitting, writing... everything kind of room." "Yeah." "Actually, there's a bit of a view." "Did, um... did the cops leave a card at your old place?" "Yeah, they did, but I didn't see anything." "But you told me you did see something." "I know I did, but, really, I was facing the other way." "Come on, I'll show you the bedroom." "Why were you facing the other way?" "I was just at a barbecue." "I didn't know there was about to be a significant event." "Well, couldn't you hear my kid screaming?" "Yeah, I heard kids screaming all day." "If I turn around every time I heard a child scream." "Well..." "I mean." "If you didn't see anything, then why did you... why did you say he deserved it?" "Calculated guess?" "I'm going to come to court on Friday." "No, you don't need to." "Shamira's gonna come with me." "Hey!" "Here she is, late as ever!" "Mmm!" "Smelling of... ..mmm..." "Chanel No 19..." "Hey." "..cat piss." "Thank you." "I'm so jealous." "Can we swap lives?" "What?" "For a day!" "Oop, where's the light?" "Here." "I'll clean this up a bit." "Oh, wouldn't it be great to be single again and living in a flat?" "I would love it." "Oh, I don't know." "I want to hear the saga of the Greek holiday." "Oh." "I'm not going, it's over." "Please, don't bring it up." "Oh, it's so great here." "You OK?" "A little nervous." "Let's have a drink for Friday." "Cheers." "Good luck." "Give us a hand." "Whoooaaa!" "Alvin, that was certainly close." "Thanks, Dr Elephant." "Hi, Mum." "Hi, darling." "Oh, no, no, Jilly." "He was the only friend I had." "I'll kill you for this!" "Ah!" "Stop that!" "Arggh!" "Not taking any chances." "Just in case the judge has got something against us Muslims." "Thanks." "Good luck." "Rosie." "Margaret." "Hi." "How are you feeling?" "OK." "This is my husband, Gary." "Hi, Gary." "Margaret." "All rise!" "Could you please outline for the court the events that occurred on the 13th March?" "Uh... well, um..." "It was my birthday, my 40th, and we had invited close friends and family to the house to celebrate." "After lunch the kids were playing cricket, and Rocco that's Harry's son - thought that Hugo was out, LBW." "Hugo didn't want to concede, and, uh..." "he started waving the bat around." "And then what happened?" "Uh... well, I went over, and Gary - that's Hugo's dad... and Harry were..." "Harry Apostolou?" "Th-that's correct." "Um..." "Then Hugo was yelling and waving the bat and, uh..." "Harry hit him." "Uh, not... not hit." "He kind of slapped him." "Did the child have the bat in his hand when Mr Apostolou slapped him?" "No, the, uh..." "Hugo dropped the bat when Harry lifted him up." "How did Mr Apostolou lift the child?" "Uh... he lifted him under his arms like how you'd lift a kid." "And then did Mr Apostolou put him down and strike him?" "Well, yes, but..." "Where did Mr Apostolou hit Hugo?" "On the face." "On the side of the face." "Did the four-year-old child pose a serious threat to Mr Apostolou?" "Well, looked like Hugo was gonna hit his son, Rocco." "But by this time the child had dropped the bat?" "That is all, Your Honour." "How long have you known Mr Harry Apostolou?" "Uh... about 38 years, since we were children." "In the 38 years that you've known Mr Apostolou, have you ever seen him be violent toward another person?" "No." "I have never seen him be violent before." "So this unfortunate event was very out of character for Mr Apostolou?" "It was unusual." "You've stated that on the day of your birthday, you believe Mr Apostolou felt his son Rocco to be threatened." "Yes, I..." "I think he felt that." "Mr Sossidis, is it your belief that Mr Apostolou acted to protect his son Rocco?" "Yes." "Could you please state your name?" "Rosalind Olivia Bryant." "Please speak up, Mrs Bryant." "Rosalind Olivia Bryant." "Mrs Bryant, how long have you and your husband Gary been married?" "Nine years." "And how many of those years has your husband been an alcoholic?" "Objection." "I don't see how this is relevant, Your Honour?" "We submit that it's very relevant, Your Honour." "In her statement, Mrs Bryant claims that her child is suffering trauma as a result of the incident." "I submit that the trauma that the child is suffering is due to the alcohol-fuelled environment that the child is living in." "If Hugo's parents were in control, none of this would've happened." "Questioning may continue." "How many alcoholic beverages had you consumed on the day of the barbecue?" "Um... two?" "Uh... maybe three." "Two, maybe three." "And you're still breastfeeding, aren't you?" "Yes." "And how many drinks had your partner had?" "I don't count Gary's drinks." "Do you think he'd had more than three?" "He might have." "So who was supervising your child?" "We were at a barbecue." "There were lots of adults." "We all take care of the kids." "But neither you nor your husband had decided not to drink, so that at least one of you could adequately supervise your child?" "Could the witness please be directed to answer the question, Your Honour?" "Mrs Bryant, you are obliged to answer." "We hadn't talked about it." "It was, um... it was just understood." "What was understood?" "Well, that we..." "we would both take care of Hugo." "I mean, it was a barbecue." "We..." "Who was driving home?" "Well, we hadn't discussed it, but I..." "I would've..." "I think I would've driven home." "I would've stopped drinking and then maybe driven home a few hours later." "And what time is Hugo's bedtime?" "Uh... between 7:30 and 9:00." "So usually you would drive home so Gary could keep drinking and then you'd put your four-year-old to bed after 9:00pm?" "Well, it's not usually like that." "No, not usually, but that would've been what we could loosely describe as the plan on the day of the barbecue." "Is that right?" "Yes." "Mrs Bryant, do you breastfeed your son to help him get to sleep?" "Yes." "Even after consuming three alcoholic drinks?" "Well... not straightaway." "I wouldn't..." "I wouldn't..." "I wouldn't feed him straightaway." "I would..." "Well, that is most comforting." "Now, supervision has been an issue in the past, hasn't it, Mrs Bryant?" "What?" "When Hugo was six weeks old, you left him alone in the house and drove two hours away to a hotel on the Mornington Peninsula." "Rosebud, I believe it was." "Can the court please direct the witness to answer the question, Your Honour?" "Please answer the question, Mrs Bryant." "I called..." "I called Gary because I was sick." "But you did leave your six-week-old alone in the house?" "Yes." "Yes." "The barbecue started at 1:00pm, your husband Gary had been drinking steadily since then and when at 4:00pm your son, Hugo, picked up a heavy wooden bat and threatened other children with it... what did your husband do, Mrs Bryant?" "He said no." "But Hugo didn't listen, did he?" "He's... he's four years old." "What do you expect?" "He is four years old, but your husband, who is 38 years old, chose not to restrain him." "Mrs Bryant, where were you when your child was in the backyard?" "I was with Aisha." "We were... we were gonna do the cake." "So, your child had been left in his father's care?" "Yes." "And if your husband had done an adequate job of supervising him, and prevented him from threatening Mr Apostolou's son, do you really think, Mrs Bryant, that we'd all be here today reliving the events of a family barbecue?" "I don't know." "I can't believe it, I can't believe it." "So, what did the magistrate mean by 'without conviction'?" "It means that he didn't think the offence was serious enough to record a conviction." "Harry's got no previous convictions, so he considered him to be of good character." "Basically, he got off?" "You mean to say this event doesn't exist and never happened?" "I can hit a kid, I can go to a barbecue and hit a kid and nobody cares?" "Rosie, he was found guilty, just with no conviction recorded." "I can't believe it, I can't believe..." "Can you please stop saying that?" "!" "You promised me everything would be OK." "Rosie, I am sorry." "Don't fucking touch me." "No, Rosie, please." "You shouldn't even be here." "Oh." "Aren't you ashamed?" "Aren't you ashamed of what you've done to us, to my little boy?" "Just fuck off." "Wogs rule, don't they, Harry?" "You're the one who went to the cops, Gary." "We didn't want any of this." "We didn't want none of this." "Richie just called." "Ohh." "Ohh." "It's all over with, darlin'." "The awful man who hit you has been punished." "He got into such big trouble." "He's never allowed to do anything like that ever again." "Isn't that right, Daddy, the bad man's been punished?" "Yes, mate." "He's been punished." "Bad man can't hit no more kids." "No, mate." "He's not gonna do it anymore." "Rosie?" "Rosie?" "Rosie, it's me." "Please, please answer the door." "I need to talk to you." "Please let me in." "Shhh." "Rosie." "Please." "Hi, you've called Rosie, Gary and Hugo." "We're not in." "Leave a message." "Pick up, Rosie." "It's Anouk." "I can't fucking believe it." "I hate all of this." "It sounds completely hideous." "I feel terrible for you." "Come on, Rosie." "Please pick up." "OK, I'm at home." "Call me back." "I love you." "What's wrong, Rosie?" "Sorry to bother you, but Gary hasn't come home and I'm worried he's gonna do something." "Where is he?" "At a pub." "I'll go get him." "I'm coming with you." "Rosie, you're too drunk." "He's my husband, OK?" "I have to come." "Come here, little one." "We're gonna go inside." "Thanks." "Hey." "There's that one of your mob I was telling you about." "How are you going, bro?" "Want a beer?" "No, I don't drink." "I've come to take this man home." "He's got responsibilities." "He's got a littlun." "Well, have a drink first." "Then you can take him home." "No problems." "Fuck off." "Buy me a beer or fuck off." "It looks like he wants to stay, bro." "Don't worry, girlie, we'll look after him." "Please come home, Gary." "I don't want to come home." "I don't want to have anything to do with home, so just get out of here." "Get up!" "Oi!" "Oi!" "Leave now or I'll call the cops." "You're no Anthony Mundine, are you, mate?" "Please come home, Gary." "Rosie, just go." "I just want to get so fucking drunk that I forget that you and that kid even exist." "Go!" "I'm sorry." "You know what he's doing?" "He's making sure I don't do anything to you." "He's letting me know he's clocked my plates." "He's wondering what's a nice white woman doing with a... a boong like me." "When Hugo was a baby, I couldn't love him." "I used to dream about suffocating him." "Even now he sometimes looks at me..." "I don't know him." "How his mind works." "It's my fault he's like this, that all this happened." "Go in the kitchen, Rose." "I'm going to say something and I want you to let me finish before interrupting." "Do you understand?" "That was the first time I've gone into a pub for years." "I don't know why I ever liked those places." "They're foul." "I don't want you or your husband or your son in me life." "You remind me of a life I never want to go back to." "I don't want you to talk to me wife." "I don't want you to be friends with her." "I don't think you're any good, Rosie." "Sorry." "It's just your mob." "You've got bad blood." "We've escaped your mob, me and Shamira." "Will you promise me that you won't see or ring me wife?" "Will you promise me that, that you'll leave me family alone?" "Yes." "I promise." "I'll drop your car back here in the morning." "I'll put the keys under the door." "Mumma, Dadda's sleeping in the backyard." "What, sweetie?" "Dadda's sleeping in the backyard." "Wake up." "Get Dadda the hose, will you?" "Thanks, mate." "You should leave me, Rosie." "You silly-billy." "Stuff about Rosie walking out on Hugo... he went in pretty hard on her, eh?" "That's what lawyers do, mate." "They kick heads." "If Aisha and Harry fight, it put stress on the whole family." "And the family is my business." "Maybe if you spoke to Aisha." "Ohh." "No, she might listen to you." "She been good wife to our son." "Then why does she shame him?" "Why she shame us?" "I want you to come to Greece." "If you're wanting me to come, why do you invite Harry?" "The shit you brought down when you slapped that kid" "I'm in the permanent fucking doghouse." "Not my fault your wife wears the pants." "Fuck you!" "Hey!" "Closed Captions by CSI, MemoryOnSmells"