Angie’s sitting at a table at the perseverance pub in Fitzroy talking to Mac on her mobile.
Mac: There's a bit of traffic on the street now. Can you see?
Angie: Right I can see. Yeah, yeah, it's getting busy out there. (Howarth
enters)
Howarth: Snowed under are we Penny?
Angie: Tony!
Howarth: SO THIS IS YOUR WORK IS IT? SITTING IN THE PUB ON YOUR BACKSIDE
DOING CROSSWORDS!
Angie: I can explain, this is...
Howarth: YOU KNOW AS FRICKEN HOT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE NONE OF YOU ARE...
Computer Man: Hey, there you are. Still going to buy that computer?
Howarth: SHE'S WITH ME SHITHEAD!
Angie: Come on let's just calm down with the aggro all right.
Howarth: OH I SEE! SO THIS IS YOUR WORK IS IT? MEETING WITH YOUR
BOYFRIEND.
Angie: I'm not.
Howarth: DON'T LIE TO ME!
Computer Man: Hey, that's no way to talk to a lady, how 'bout you leave her
alone.
Howarth: Good idea SHITHEAD. How 'bout we start on you instead. (Pushes
the computer man)
Angie: Hey Tony (Danni grabs a baseball bat as a precaution, while Howarth
picks up a baseball bat and goes to attack the computer man with it).
Angie: Tony.
(Bar Manager goes to throw Howarth out, pushing him out the door)
Howarth: SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! (Angie shakes her head)
Barman: You all right mate?
Computer Man: (Talking to Angie) Yeah, nothing broken or anything. Hey,
what about that laptop?
Angie: Yeah, I'll take it. I've just got to go to the ATM and get some
money.
Camera shot goes back to the Com-V
Oscar: She's got the money.
Peter: She means Howarth.
Mac: She can't mention his name on the wire.
At the end of the day after Howarth's attack on Angie. Church and Stone are
sitting around catching up on a chat over a beer.
Peter: You should have told me you were digging the dirt of Howarth.
Oscar: Shouldn't of come as any surprise. I was just doing my job.
Peter: Like I was doing that night three years ago.
Oscar: I never said you weren't.
Peter: You never said I was either, mate.
Oscar: We're different.
Peter: I'm better looking.
Oscar: I'm taller.
Peter: I'm fitter.
Oscar: I'm more intelligent.
Peter: (laughs) Piss off!
Oscar: I'm a better driver.
Peter: Yeah, we saw that today.
Oscar: Details, details
-both guys then clink their drinks together.