Practising for your trip to Texas?
You haven't been with your old man longer than two minutes
and I don't know what he's told you about our club,
but here, we respect the rules... and the prez.
Righto. So, pull your fuckin' head in.
Hey, a word of advice... don't mess with Ness.
Hey, I just wanted to apologise for last night.
My old man said I made a fool of myself...
disrespected you and the boys, you know?
It was Jock gettin' into her, I'm sure of it.
Did you see his face? Nuh.
But it looked like him and definitely looked like his bike.
He's not above our law, prez or not.
We take it to the next meeting, vote him down, he loses his colours.
Do you think I'm gonna stand there
and watch my men listen to that utter bullshit
comin' out of that prick Campbell's mouth?
I'm splittin' the club. I'm startin' another chapter out west.
Are you comin' with me?
Yeah, mate.
I'm a Commo because of you.
You stay here.
I don't want you with me.
You know Snoddy would never have left you behind.
You know he wanted to come with you. But you wouldn't let him.
He wanted to stay with them
but he's too gutless to come and say it to my face.
And those fucking Campbells,
you mark my words,
I'm gonna make them regret the day they took their first breath.
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That's not how it goes, Kiddo.
Hang on, hang on.
Hang on. Let's check out these freaks.
Snowy? I'm gonna check out these freaks here.
Sorry, bro. Full house.
"Bro"?
I said we're full. Do you know who the fuck I am?
I am the supreme commander
of the greatest motorcycle club
in the history of motorcycle clubs.
I don't give a toss who you are.
Piss off.
Do you know, I know what it is, right?
You don't want to share. You want to...
keep all those tucked up cocks to themselves.
Just move on.
Righto, it's your wedding tomorrow. Let's go.
I'm just gonna take a piss.
Pull up, pull up, pull up.
Alright. Get in tight.
That's it. Big smiles.
Shit, I missed.
What do you want?
G'day to you too.
We need help... three of your best.
Do some damage on a couple of Maori bouncers down the Cross.
Jock wants 'em taken care of.
He wants us to do his dirty work.
Well, that's your job.
What's stoppin' you from bashin' 'em?
You know those Maoris. They're built like brick shithouses.
It won't look good if they get away with it.
Yeah, well, I'll talk to the boys and see what they think.
What was Jock doing in the Cross, anyway?
It was his buck's night.
Are Bandidos Mexican?
No, mostly Yanks.
They're pretty good blokes for Yanks, though.
You know it snows in Texas?
No way. Yeah, up north.
Wow.
We can have summer down south, where it's warm.
Maybe San Antonio.
You'd love it, babe.
I'd love a 10-gallon hat.
30-gallon hat.
You, me, Joely.
Buy a nice little farm.
Raise some cattle, raise some kids.
Are you serious? Yeah, I'd love some kids.
I know that.
I mean, about Texas. Yeah, why not?
What... you'd just leave everyone behind?
Well, good mornin'.
I'm Miss Lee Denholm.
I'm property of Mr Snoddy Spencer.
How are you today?
I'm good.
What... so, this prick gets married
and doesn't even request the pleasure of our company?
It's a dog act.
What about you, Snod? Did you get an invite to Jock's wedding?
No, mate. Probably thought I'd still be in America.
Bullshit.
Bob Hawke takes a shit and Jock will find out about it.
You should rub the Bandidos meeting in his face.
Alright, so, what do we reckon about going in to bat for him
over this Kings Cross bashing?
We don't need to be savin' his arse.
He's still our prez,
and we're still part of the same club.
Would he put his neck on the line for us?
He'd at least send in the troops.
We could seriously bash those Maoris, though.
Of course we could.
But then they'd tell their mates up and down Darlinghurst Road
and our name's mud in the Cross.
Maybe... maybe once we win, no-one'll fuck with us.
Nup. I ain't makin' any more enemies for Jock.
Alright. We'll put it to a vote.
All those in favour?
You gonna get them back in the garage or what?
Well, that's where they came from, didn't they?
I said I was sorry, OK?
You spoilt the bloody photos.
Jesus Christ, Ness, will you just leave it alone?
Hello?
Where the bloody hell have you two been? Come in and give me a hand.
I caught up with Caesar.
Can you do something else, please, love?
What did Campbell have to say?
He said you can fight your own fights.
Did he?
And did you remind him that he's still under my command?
I don't think he needs to be reminded. That's the problem.
Prick.
They put it to the vote, apparently.
Don't stand around. Give me a hand.
Kiddo, put these in the garage.
Uh...
I heard about you getting married. I hope you don't mind me dropping by.
Jock's home.
Snod's really upset about the wedding.
Well, it was my day. I didn't want all that crap spoiling it.
So, what's goin' on, Ness?
Got nothin' to do with me...
or you.
It's between them.
Yeah, but what about us? Are we still mates?
I don't see how we can be.
It's just something little.
Jock wouldn't like that. Go on.
It might help make things better between them.
Look, I gotta go. I've got 101 things to do here.
Hey, Ness?
Congratulations. I hope you enjoyed your day.
Yeah, I did.
Scull, scull, scull!
I've seen Sunshine drink five of those yard glasses
and then punch on for an hour afterwards and come out on top.
Collecting quite a few new members, love.
Aye, I am.
Every man and his bike in this town
is gonna want to join the Comancheros.
And if they don't want to join, they can get out of New South Wales,
'cause it belongs to me.
I've got plans, love. I've got big plans.
Yeah, well, no-one would be able to run it like you, Jock.
G'day.
Lads. Leroy.
Don't make a scene, will you, love.
Oh, yeah? Why not?
'Cause I'm enjoying meself.
And you've had enough fighting for the week.
Congrats on getting hitched the other day.
Heard Foggy was havin' a party.
Thought we'd drop in and raise a glass with youse.
Did you enjoy the bridal waltz, did you, Ness?
Yeah, it was nice. Have a big turn-out for it?
With this lot, you woulda.
A couple of guys there I don't recognise, eh?
So?
Yeah, so...
We hear they've got their colours.
That's pretty quick. That's not your business, is it?
It's still my club. No.
It's my club.
If you don't like it, you can piss off.
I was just askin', Jock.
You know what? You're not welcome here.
Right? So, you can both leave.
Come on, love.
You heard what he said. Fuck off or we'll bash ya.
Ta-ta.
Alright. Let's go.
Aagh! Come on!
- What's that? What's that? Ooh! - Nice job!
What's that?
Whoo!
Give me some of that.
Nice. Hey?
I'll have some of that.
Now I can really bash the shit out of ya.
You sound like Jock last night, mate.
What?
OK, get it up. Come on. Let's go, let's go!
Take a swing.
Ugh! See that? Eh?
If I do that hard enough, you'll never speak the same way again.
Sorry, Jock.
You don't apologise. Alright? You never apologise.
Do it again.
Let's go. Take a swing.
Are you not learnin' anything, Kiddo?
Jock, phone. Who is it?
Snoddy.
Keep practisin'.
Hello.
So, you had a party last night?
It was a chapter party.
Since when do we have chapter parties?
One of the lads decided to throw us a party
as part of our wedding celebrations, alright?
There's no chance of a honeymoon with all this business going on.
It seems to me all this business that's goin' on
is comin' from your side.
That's bullshit. I'm just playing defence.
No, you're not. You're takin' the piss.
You were takin' the piss when you threatened Chop and Shad.
I wasn't takin' the piss. So, you were serious?
You'd bash your own brothers for no reason?
I've got my reasons, Snoddy, OK? And that's the way it is!
Alright? I don't give a shit!
You know, one day, Jock, someone's gonna make damn sure you give a shit.
Hello?
Snoddy!
How about this, right?
Jock Ross puts out the word and the true soldiers gather.
We'll have 10 times as many as Louisa Road in no time.
It ain't a competition. We're all still Commos, ain't we?
Listen to me, Leroy, right? I started this club.
Alright? So, this Western Chapter has to set the example.
We've got to be bigger and better until they see sense
and come back to the bosom of the west, where the Commo belongs.
There's no chance of that.
Well, then, it's your job to convince them, isn't it?
You don't want them Campbells back.
They're trouble. I'm not talkin' about them pricks.
Alright? They can go back to their Campbell's Soup for all I care.
I'm talking about other men, right? There's good men there.
Like Snodgrass?
I said GOOD men.
Now, let me remind you all here...
any chance you get to remind them of where they should be...
then you grab it.
Alright? You seize it.
Run with it.
From now on!
Right?
This is carpe diem!
Yeah!
We welcome Kiddo into this great brotherhood.
We welcome our 20th member.
And we must continue to grow and continue to get stronger.
And it's important that we do that swiftly.
So, to that end, I'm relaxing the rules.
No longer will the worthwhile man
have to wait nine months on probation.
After three months,
if a man looks fit enough, is man enough,
then he will be allowed the honour of becoming one of us.
And any member found guilty of breeding dissension within the club,
running down another member or club policy
will be kicked out, never to return.
But not before each loyal and dutiful member has the opportunity
to belt the shit out of them.
Everyone understand that?
We don't need votes.
And we don't need the OK from the other lot.
Has everyone got that?
Hey, chickie. Hey.
You're Junior's old lady, aren't ya?
That or a woman stole his bike.
Hey.
Hey, where you goin'? Come here.
Come here! Oi! Hey!
Oh, that's nice.
I was gonna buy one of these at the swap meet.
That where you got it from? Junior bought it for me.
Oh, he got it for you, did he? That's very sweet. Oi!
Where you goin'?
Junior bought it for her.
Where you goin'? Come here!
Come on! Where you goin'? Come on! You don't need to run anywhere.
Hey, short-arse.
You got good taste, short-arse.
Give it back.
I really like this.
Give us it here... now.
No.
I think I'll keep it. That's not fair.
You shut your mouth. Fuckin' apologise.
You hear that? Short-arse wants you to "fuckin' apologise".
No.
I don't think so.
You're gutless, pickin' on a woman.
What did you say?
You fuckin' heard me, old man.
I said you're gutless.
I said you're fuckin' gutless! Do you hear me?!
What was it that Jock said about the, uh, "Carpe..."?
Oh, uh, "Carp... Carpe diem."
"Carpe..." Yeah.
- Shit! - Come here!
What are you doing?! No! Stop it!
No! Stop it!
Get off me, you stupid little bitch!
Get off me!
Stop hitting him!
Just stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
Aagh!
Aah!
Shit...
Who's the teenager?
He's our newest member.
You like 'em young, don't you, Jock?
Maybe he's lookin' for someone older, so I can teach him.
Is that what Fogg and Snow were doin' with Junior... teachin' him somethin'?
From what I heard, Junior was gettin' lippy.
So, they should have brought it to a meeting.
Oh, yeah?
Well, sometimes, lessons are best learnt in the heat of battle.
Fogg and Snow need reining in.
I don't need you to tell me about leadership! You understand!
They've fuckin' been around to Junior's parents, threatening them!
Conveniently forgot to tell you that, didn't they?
Don't you tell me about my men!
Alright? They'll have their reasons!
I've been meaning to tell ya.
I got together with the Bandidos when I was in the States.
The Bandidos? They're full of wogs. Why would you go and do that for?
I heard they run a good club.
What the fuck would you know about runnin' a good club?
Righto. A bit of quiet, thanks.
On black.
Done.
Hey. How'd he take it?
Usual Jock Ross dickhead way.
It's just the colours keepin' us together.
And those colours don't exactly mean much
if we don't see eye to eye on shit anymore.
We should just hand 'em back.
Form a new club.
We're not part of his anymore.
He's been fuckin' us over for long enough.
He doesn't give a shit about anybody.
We've gotta start somethin' really big...
something he wouldn't want to tangle with.
Shitload of recruiting.
Or join something that's already big.
Ronnie from the Bandidos said they were lookin' to branch out over here.
What?
Us join them? Yeah, mate.
It's been done before... clubs joinin' other clubs.
Bandido Nation.
Do it, mate.
Ohh...
Ah!
Ahh!
Yeah.
Ronnie.
Alright. Speak soon.
We're Bandidos. Ohh!
Oh... We're fucking Bandidos!
Baby, I'm so happy for you.
Ohh!
Holy shit!
Is Jock expectin' ya?
Yeah, he is.
How are things? Dunno, Snod. How are things?
Yeah, alright.
You should have gone with him. I bloody tried that.
Yeah, well, you didn't try hard enough. Neither of you did.
City chapter's joining the Bandidos.
We'll be the first here in Australia.
I got a charter from the guys in America.
I don't give a fuck what you do.
I'll be sendin' someone around to get all your colours.
Well, you can't have 'em all. I'm sending some to America.
Well, they don't belong there. They're mine.
It's a bit late to protect 'em now.
You had your chance.
You'll get what we decide you need to get.
Piss off.
Piss off!
Come on, love. Let's have a dance.
Come on!
OK. Slow down, Jock.
You're hurting me.
Slow down, Jock! You're hurting me!
Slow down! I s...
What's the matter with you? Huh?
Fogg?
You know what we're here for.
Nuh. Why don't you spell it out for me?
We're here to collect the colours.
I told Jock they're goin' to America. Yeah, he wants 'em all.
Not gonna happen.
Well... we're here to take 'em home.
Don't fuckin' touch 'em unless you want to lose your hands.
Jock wanted me to tell ya...
you're all traitors to the colours.
Ooh!
Bandidos forever!
Forever Bandidos!
And that, my friends,
is a bandaid hair parter.
Snodgrass...
loves Caesar Campbell up the arse.
Oh... oh, that he does. He does, mate.
Snoddy! Oh! Oh! Snoddy!
Snoddy! Oh, yeah!
Aaaagh!
To our newest member, Sunshine!
And to the birth of the new Comanchero!
- Comanchero forever! - Forever Comanchero!
Comanchero forever! Forever Comanchero!
- Comanchero forever! - Forever Comanchero!
Comanchero forever! Forever Comanchero!
- Comanchero forever! - Forever Comanchero!
Comanchero forever! Forever Comanchero!
Yeahhh!
Forever Comanchero!
Come on, Jock.
Just a little bit more off the sides.
When you said that last time, I ended up looking like bloody Hitler.
I thought you'd like that.
Ah, see, now, I like that.
That feel nice? Aye.
It's like I'm a little boy again.
Aww! Little boy Jocky.
Mmm!
You were so cute. Yeah?
I still am.
Jock?
Sorry.
What? Got some Bandaid news.
Go inside, Ness.
Alright, well, what's happened?
That's the golden touch.
Hello, Bob.
Give me a couple of schooners for the boys, eh?
Sorry. No can do.
I got me rules.
You want to remind me what they are?
I can't have both clubs drinking here at the same time.
Doesn't work. You know that.
Well...
why don't you tell them to fuck off?
Haven't seen you around here for a while. It's a Bandidos pub now.
Is that right, is it?
That's bad news, innit?
You best go, Jock.
OK, Bob.
As the innkeeper says, lads, we'll go.
See ya, Bob.
- I'm callin' the cops. - Don't do that, Bobby.
Hey, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.
Don't worry. We'll look after this. We'll keep an eye on things.
The club'll take care of it. No.
Hey? Hey? I promise.
You got our word.
It's OK.
Thanks, mate.
Let's have another couple.
Shut up, Bob.
I run this place as a Bandidos pub, it's gonna be a liability.
It's gotta stop.
It's killin' the business and me.
Don't worry. I'll make sure this stops.
Yeah, OK.
Alright, hang on. I'll ask him.
It's Snoddy.
Sorry, Snoddy.
You'd think with Snoddy's new club
you'd at least try and wipe the slate clean.
Start fresh.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
Well, too bad. I'm givin' it.
I might keep me mouth shut out there,
but here, in the privacy of me own home, I'll have a fuckin' opinion.
Yeah. You will, won't ya?
I love the bloody club as much as you do.
But it used to be about riding bikes, Jock, and having fun.
But that just wasn't enough for you, was it?
Now it looks like you might end up losing everything that made it good.
Good? I'm the only one that made it good.
Alright? Me. Jock Ross.
Right? No other mongrel bastard. On my own.
And everyone needs to get that through their thick skull, alright?
Including you.
You're an arsehole, Jock Ross. A right royal arsehole.
Is that right?
We need to give Jock a message. No two ways about it.
He ain't gonna take notice of no rational message.
Yeah, I got that, loud and clear.
We need something else.
Jock likes people to think he's mad, think he's capable of anything.
Maybe I need to show him I'm just as fuckin' crazy.
Are ya?
You think you got some balls, don't ya?
Walkin' into our clubhouse, givin' a bit of lip,
bashin' Bob Woods.
But you're shittin' yourself now, aren't ya?
It's just you and me.
Jock will come after ya... if you do anything to me.
You're just a shitkicker, mate. He won't give a rat's arse.
He's got my back. Is that what he told ya?
Yeah. He teaches me stuff.
Looks after me.
Yeah. He did the same to me... for a while.
I'll tell ya something for nothin'.
Get out of the Comancheros while you still can.
And you tell Jock to stay the fuck off our patch
or he's a dead man.
We need to talk.
It's a bit late for that, wouldn't you say?
If we don't, someone's gonna get hurt... real bad.
Now, the best thing for you to do is fuck off while you can.
You think Jock or any of them will listen to reason?
Fuckin'...
Why'd you let him split the club? Everything was fine before that.
Are those fuckin' colours worth dyin' for?
NOBODY does that to Jock Ross, right?
Fucking nobody!
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