SIMMONDS: [grabbing him by the shirt-front] Shut up.

KENNY: I only gave her a bit of a shove and, by Christ, she deserved it. She can’t just walk out with my property.

SIMMONDS: [releasing KENNY] I’m led to believe that you don’t even like this style of furniture, Carter.

KENNY: What’s that got to do with it? I paid for it. [He looks at FIONA and flares suddenly.] Worked overtime to get it for the bitch and it was all she could do to spread the legs for me occasionally.

FIONA: [flaring] You’ve never worked overtime in your life. It was my money that paid for that furniture.

SIMMONDS: [shaking KENNY] I’m warning you, boy. I’ll crack your bloody skull if I hear any more of that type of language.

REMOVALIST: [impatient to get started] That coffee table to go, Missus?

FIONA: [calming] Thank you.

The REMOVALIST motions ROSS, who bounds over and takes the coffee table out single-handed. The REMOVALIST saunters after him.

KENNY: [to FIONA] What? You’re really leaving. You give a man a hell of a lot of warning, don’t you? Use me up when it’s convenient and piss off when it suits you. Well, I’ll tell you what. I’m no fool. These bastards can’t come in here, beat me to a pulp and take me bloody furniture. [Suddenly anxious] Hey! What about Sophie?

FIONA: You can see Sophie.

KENNY: [genuinely outraged] See her! She’s my bloody kid! You can’t just take her away like that!

KATE: Well, you wouldn’t think we’d leave her here, do you? Just look at the way you live.

She indicates the beer and sliced bread.

KENNY: [hurt, outraged] There’s nothin’ wrong with the way I live, you bitch. [To FIONA] That little kid loves me. Follows me round like a little dog. We have a wrestle every night.

FIONA: [guilty] You can see her on the weekends.

KENNY: [outraged] I go to the footy on Saturday. You know that! You must be mad. How’d you think you’re going to support yourself?

FIONA: I’ve got a job.

KENNY: By Christ. All I’ve done for you and this is me reward. If I hadn’t looked after you in Munich you’d probably be still over there and peddling your twat to boot.

SIMMONDS punches KENNY in the gut. He is in command of the situation and enjoying it.

SIMMONDS: Didn’t I tell you something about your language, Carter? Are you deaf or something?

KENNY: [furious, winded, struggling] You can’t treat me like that, you bloody ape. I’ll sue you for every penny you’ve got.

SIMMONDS: Well, if that’s the case I’d better give you something to complain about.

SIMMONDS punches KENNY in the gut again as the REMOVALIST and ROSS return.

FIONA: [alarmed at the violence] Sergeant—

SIMMONDS: I’m sorry, Mrs Carter. I hate using violence on anyone, but there’s one thing I won’t tolerate and that’s a man with no respect for womanhood. REMOVALIST: Do the bastard good. What next, ladies?

FIONA: Oh, er…