Body Blow

We are beings of light.

We are spirits.

And we are contained within this meat frame.

I don't care whether you're looking at the Mesopotamians,

if you're looking at the civilizations of the Indus Valley,

there is a deep understanding of the power

of the penis.

The power of the lingam.

The power of the yin

exemplified in the seminal fluid.

It is that primal force that exists between fire,

air, earth, and water.

It is death.

It is destruction.

It is more powerful than the sun.

It is as big as the world

and it is as small as the tiniest pinprick of truth.

This is a shining diamond

contained within your loins.

If you use the force of your mind

to inwrap this creativity,

it will shoot out of you

like the force of 10 sons.

And if you do not,

you will become a black hole

that will consume everything

that is good and right and noble.

That is the power of your semen.

I am in control of this thing between my legs.

This cock does not rule me. I rule it.

- Doesn't look like a sex pet.

He's not one.

- Officially, it's just an allegation

from an armed robber 06:00 am fairly well substantiated.

- Oh, I hope you know what you're doing.

I always know what I'm doing.

I'll see you after work or I could do you right here.

- In front of your secretary. No.

- Come on, you're the bloody sex pest.

Steele

- Hardwick. - Yeah, I know.

Welcome to CLAGG.

CLAGG?

Might get you to march in the Mardi Gras Pride Parade

if you play your cards right.

No thanks.

No?

No, thank you.

- You're not proud of who you are?

- No, I am proud of what I do to make things better.

- And what is it that you wanna make better?

Just the world.

Oh, that's great news.

As police, we are part of this community.

And this community is gay. And here you are.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I get it.

You get it? Stand up.

Let's get that uniform off, hey.

Comfortable? - Honestly?

- Yeah, if you like. - It's a bit much.

- What, mate? It's plain clothes.

It's about blending in, right?

Yeah. To the community.

Guys dress like this?

Yes. Gay guys dress like that.

Might wanna do it with fly.

Come on, pretty.

Third overdose this week.

- Something changed in the smack?

Looks like it.

- Hey, chicken legs. - Those guy's over there,

they're regulars?

No, I've never seen them.

That patch belongs to the Gravick Boys.

- Take this - They're fuckin' hard asses.

You have the same name

as the former chief superintendent, coincidence?

- Not really, considering he's me dad.

Sampson Steele is your dad.

Guilty.

He still in jail?

Nah, he's paroled.

Lying on my couch, driving me fucking crazy.

Must have some stories.

No, it's okay.

That's what us cops do.

Superintendent Steele would insist.

In fact, fuck this shit.

Let's go for a drink.

Take you to the pub where he used to hang out.

Oi.

You're driving back tonight so don't get too shit-faced.

- What're you having? - Couple of beers.

Couple of shots.

- Just came in for a bit of a perv and some tap water?

- Mate, I told you it's your first day.

You gotta have a drink.

Steele, I don't drink.

He'd say, "Real men drink."

- And those who don't can't be trusted.

There you are. Good boy.

Very obedient. You're all right, Hardwick.

Ooh, isn't he pretty?

- Welcome to a special, special night!

It's a sticky, sticky night, isn't it?

Can you feel it?

Just look at this sizzling piece of meat.

First time here?

Yep.

- Are you a top or a bottom?

Ooh.

- Neither. - Just long nights

on the couch, watching porn and jacking off

into your snuggies.

Well, congratulations on crawling outta your dark,

moist little hole for a night.

One step at a time.

Ah, all my bitches is here.

I'm Fat Frankie

and this is a little song about loving yourself

just a little hard.

I'll be right back.

On the house.

Why is that?

I feel sorry for you,

jacking off into your snuggy, oh-whoa-whoa.

Kid, I would fuck you so hard

that your eyes pop outta your fuck head.

Fuck, shit. I'm Sorry.

- Oi, Cody, get us another round. First day, hey?

Mm, good boy, hey? Have another drink.

Cheers, drink up.

- So your dad used to drink here?

Yeah, it was an old cop joint

until the foundation started to rock.

- You still get along with your dad?

- Oh, yes, no, I mean, he's still me best mate,

but it wasn't always like that.

- I used to follow your dad and shit

on the news when I was a kid.

I saw that whole court case.

I used to think your dad was really cool?

- He's pretty cool. He's just a cheeky cunt.

And I have to put up with him.

Remind everyone that he's a hero.

Yeah, he is a fucking hero.

That sort of shit happens.

- Yeah, exactly, we're all cops. Shit happens.

He's gonna be here in a minute.

I'm gonna take him down road for Indian

for dinner if you wanna come.

No, I should be getting back.

Ooh, speak of the devil.

- Devil incarnate at your service.

Dad?

- Uh? - Constable Hardwick.

First day, Inner East.

- First day, eh? - Yeah.

It's all fucking changed.

This place is full of grogs.

Yeah. All right, Dad.

I'm gonna take you for a feed

before you put the force in any more disrepute.

Mouth on, ain't she?

- Oi. - Tend to forget

that she's a fucking woman.

- It was great to meet you, Chief Superintendent.

I followed your career.

Ah. Catch you around.

Hey, see you in the shit.

- You want me to fuck your brains out?

I do.

Wait, you should stay.

Get your fucking hands off me.

Mm.

- Where do you think you're going, huh?

I'll just head off.

Hey!

Get on your knees.

I said get on your fucking knees!

Put your hands behind your back.

- I'm gonna conduct a search for your purse.

Do you agree to that?

I do.

Yeah?

Just carry lube around with you. Do you?

In case someone wants to fuck you?

Sometimes.

What's this?

You tell me.

Oh.

Sure looks like crystal.

It tastes like crystal.

It's probably crystal.

I'm placing you under arrest for the possession

of a schedule two narcotic. You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say can be used to prosecute you.

Do you understand me?

Are you serious?