What are you lookin' at?
Oh, you want me to stop looking?
Yeah, I do, mate.
Better still, we'll go.
Very good idea.
Wankers.
Got your glasses, mate? Yeah, I got me glasses.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Ooh-ooh-ooh!
Yee-hoo!
Heave!
Come on, Foggo, dig your fuckin' heels in!
Come on, Fogg! Did your heels in!
Dig your heels in.
Aaaagh!
Aah!
Hey, come on, girls! Get your gear off and get in!
You gotta be kiddin', mate. Yeah, where's your bikini, Roo?
Aaaagh! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Grab a beer!
Hey, brother.
Mate. Good to see ya.
Welcome, lads.
Glad you decided to come up.
Might as well. Nice day for a ride.
Mm.
You must be Chopper.
With an accent like that, you must be Jock.
Aye, I'm a Scotsman. Proud of it.
Yeah, well, just don't play any fuckin' bagpipes around me.
Noted.
Here's Shadow, Bull...
How you goin'?
Be glad to have you onboard if you like the way we do things.
Foggy, Leroy?
Show the boys what's what.
Good to have you, mate. Yeah.
How you goin', mate?
Let's go have a beer.
Turn it over, babe.
Lights.
They workin'? Yep.
Turn it off.
When are you gonna let me ride this thing, huh?
One day, maybe.
What about this weekend?
Not this weekend.
Why? You scared about the guys seeing you let me ride it?
It's not about me lettin' ya.
You sure about that, Spencer? Yeah, it's my bike.
I can do what I want with it.
Well, you want to have sex on it?
Right now.
Cheeky little fox, aren't you?
Snoddy?
Hold that thought.
Yeah?
There's work to be done.
Why don't you just let everyone relax, have a bit of fun?
We've had enough of that for a while.
You need to assemble the troops.
Why don't you get Fogg? He's vice-prez.
'Cause they'll take it better comin' from you.
You know a lot of them hate this shit.
Yeah... and I hate fuckin' bananas
but I eat them 'cause they're good for me.
How do you make a sausage roll?
Mm? Push it down the hill.
Oh, jeez, I think I got thrush.
Oh, I know what that means. You right?
OK, listen up.
What are they doin'?
Strike Force... front line, forward.
Up, up, up. Let's go.
Get back. Second line.
Second line, forward. Go!
- What ARE they doin'? - Forward!
Strike Force over here. Let's go. Some military crap.
It's got that brilliance of Jock written all over it.
Fogg, Leroy?
Don't need to tell you two what you're doin' is against the rules.
We were curious.
You haven't been with your old man for 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.
Yeah, righto. So, pull your fuckin' head in.
You got it?
Come on.
Thanks for that, by the way... for your help.
You did alright by yourself.
I felt like smackin' her in the fuckin' mouth.
Hey, a word of advice. Don't mess with Ness, alright?
Forward!
OK. OK.
That'll do you for today.
I don't see what the point of this shit is.
Jock wants them ready to bash anyone.
What do you reckon?
It's good exercise.
Come on, Mr Strike Force. Get up, Foggy. Come on.
What the fuck you doin'? Piss off!
Come on! Come on! "Oh, piss off! Oh, piss off!"
You're a fuckin' girl, mate. You're a fuckin' girl!
Have another shot. Have another shot.
What's up with ya? Hey?
You'll have to do better than that
if you want to protect your prez, Mr Strike Force.
You cockhead!
Hey!
Get off him.
Sure!
Hey.
That's no way to treat our guest.
He fuckin' started it.
Go and shake his fuckin' hand.
Now.
Campbells and the Strike Force.
Be a match made in heaven.
Get off of me, you... Oh, ya...
Oi!
Drink, chug-a-lug!
Drink, chug-a-lug! Drink! Yeah!
Yeah!
Hey! Let me go! Jesus!
Yeah, I'd love to open it up, mate.
Yeah, we should go late arvo.
Evenin'.
Hey, man.
We were just sayin', if the weather's gonna be good tomorrow,
we should head back to Sydney late arvo.
That's a good idea.
Could head home via Bathurst and have somethin' to eat.
Oh, there's heaps of cops hangin' around there.
Well, they can piss off. We're not botherin' anyone.
Yeah, it doesn't stop 'em botherin' us, though, does it?
Caesar's got a point.
Why spoil a good run?
We could just go round and maybe stop off at, uh, Oberon for a feed.
Yeah, we can go to Oberon. There's that, uh... that good pub there.
The, um... the Tourist. Yeah, on the corner.
Does a great T-bone. Yeah.
Yeah, let's do that. Yeah. Sounds good.
Hey, Snod? Yeah.
Get a blanket for your missus.
Have a look at her.
Hey, baby.
Wake up. Come on.
Come on.
You alright? Mm-hm.
How's your head?
Sore.
Coffee there, if you want some. Nah.
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?
No worries.
Apology accepted.
Just don't do it again.
Make us all happy.
I won't. I promise.
She's gotta lay off the booze, that one.
She's a bit like you after a few drinks.
What do you mean?
Last night. You fell asleep with your skirt around your arse.
Could see what you had for breakfast.
I was asleep.
You had half these lads scurrying into the bush to polish their knobs.
Is that true? I didn't see anything.
But if Jock says so...
Next time, make sure you're covered up before you drop off to sleep.
Can't have you causing all that kind of commotion.
That was a cheap bloody shot.
Why are you such a stirrer, Jock Ross.
Well, I gotta remind them who's boss, love.
Hey, baby.
Hey. What's wrong?
I'm gonna... head home. Hitch a ride.
What? Why? I just wanna go home.
I kind of miss Joely.
Well, we won't be too late home. I'm gonna go, Snod.
No, you can't. You'll make me look like a dickhead.
You get here with me, you've gotta go home with me.
OK.
I'll see you back at the tent. Alright.
I'm cool to join up and be a Commo.
But this Strike Force shit...
We don't want Jock building up
too many numbers, thinkin' he's king shit.
Not that he doesn't already.
Yeah, well, I'm not interested in
- getting all that... - "Army" into me.
I'm with Chop. I'm keen to be a Commo but bugger everything else.
I might have thought about it if Snoddy was into it.
He's the one we gotta keep onside if we want any pullin' power.
Well, he loves us, so...
Let's just keep it that way.
Well, I'd like to try and change your mind.
The boys don't want to step on anyone's toes.
Well, that doesn't exclude you from
joining the Strike Force on your own.
I'm just happy to be Commo.
How about we see how they feel a little bit down the track, eh?
Get some time in the club.
We'll see.
Fuckin' cheating arsehole!
That's it! The prick fuckin' cheated on me!
Fuckin' prick! Can you take care of that?
You tell me you're mine and then you fuck who you like?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Nicky.
Nicky! Calm down. And you leave me alone too!
Foggy, go and tell this turd to pull his head in.
Go.
For fuck's sake, mate...
I can't have this type of shit happen at the club, OK?
Yeah. He's on a warning.
Pulls that shit again, he's suspended.
And we need to ban her, teach her a lesson. She's a nightmare.
Ah, give her a break.
She's lucky she doesn't get a good kick in her snatch!
Foggy, you tell that brother that his missus is banned for six weeks.
What's up his arse?
Dunno.
Thought it might have something to do with you
and the little chat you were having.
I was just tellin' him I don't want to be part of his Strike Force.
Jock doesn't like the word 'no'.
Well, he'll have to get used to it.
What you doin'? Want to go pig shootin'?
When?
Now.
Yeah, let's go.
Hey?
Hope that thing's not loaded.
Might be.
Bang!
No pig's gonna get away from me.
Well, enjoy yourselves.
These Campbells.
They're like a club within a club.
- Come on, Snoddy. - Piss off.
Shit!
Kiss my arse!
No! Don't you...
Somebody... Snoddy, shoot this prick!
Here's a pressie for ya.
Pigs' trotters.
Fuckin' hate those things. Don't be like that.
Give you my mum's recipe. You'll love it.
Get her to cook them for you, then, 'cause I don't want them.
Do you want a motorbike?
What is it?
It's Italian.
I pinch 'em from this toy shop.
They're real good.
So, do you want it?
I've got a real one.
How about some crayons?
Who's got a light?
Hey! Get this out!
Get this piece of shit outta here, mate!
Get out of the car!
- Who are ya, mate? - Get this shit out!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!
- Oi, oi, oi! - Leave him alone.
Hey, hey, leave him alone. Oi, oi!
You must be Kraut.
Are you Kraut?! He's Kraut.
Alright, let's go inside.
Alright, fellas. This is, uh, Kraut.
We're thinkin' about making him a nom.
So, what sort of bike have you got?
I haven't.
But I am in the process of buying one.
"In the process"? What's that supposed to mean?
I'm still lookin' around.
But you can ride?
He can't ride. Can't bloody dress either.
Alright, quieten down.
It won't take him long.
You learn to ride, you become a nom.
People like Kraut are useful.
What for?
Wha-ey!
Can you do it again?
He can do it again... as many times as we ask, right, Kraut?
That was fantastic.
Hey?
That was impressive, huh?
Seems like he's built of good stuff.
Is he gonna make a habit of blowin' shit up?
Hey, we can use that. Believe me.
Do you know what I dream about at night?
Schoolgirl on a Harley?
Runnin' the biggest club in the country.
Right? Us. Me and you. Kraut's a shortcut, is he?
You don't like somebody else, you get rid of 'em?
He'll just be handy to have around, alright?
That stuff's great value.
Jesus, Jock.
Dynamite's a bit extreme.
Look, I don't want to kill or maim, OK?
I just want to make the enemy aware that we mean business.
Right? The Campbells, Kraut... They can help us make that happen.
The Campbells might take a bit of convincing.
I'm gonna need your help on that, Snoddy. You've got their ear.
Listen.
We stick together on this, then things will fall into place.
Yeah? Yeah.
Hey.
Hello, my baby.
Joely was asking when you'll take him to the clubhouse again.
I told him next time the strippers rock up.
Club business.
Where does all that stuff go, Snod?
What stuff?
Well, I know you worry.
I'm not worried about anything.
Except losing you... or Joely.
Or me brothers.
In that order?
Let's get this little fella to bed.
Come on, mate. Let's get you to bed.
Dead-weight boy.
Everyone who joins the Comanchero brotherhood
is required to swear an oath.
So, I want you to repeat after me...
"I swear my allegiance to the supreme commander
"of the Comanchero Motorcycle Club, Jock Ross."
I swear my allegiance to the supreme commander
of the Comanchero Motorcycle Club, Jock Ross.
Aaaaagh!
Oww! Whoo!
Welcome, brother.
Well done, lad.
More rules.
We need to talk about Jock...
the way he's patching every Tom, Dick and Kraut.
Well, why don't you sit down and have a chat with him?
He's not gonna listen, mate. He's on another planet.
He's like a woman on her rags.
With a bit of luck, Kraut will bugger things up anyway.
That's not gonna change the way Jock does things, though, is it?
Kraut, why don't you tell your brothers
what you've been up to?
Been doing reconnaissance on the Ghosts.
Went around to the prez's house
to see how much dynamite it would take to dismantle it.
Dismantle it? You mean blow it up?
Yeah.
For those of you who don't comprehend... blow it up.
What the hell for?
'Cause I'm declaring war on the Ghosts.
Why do you want to go to war with them?
Well, for a start, they're wearing our colours.
They're not. They've got a maroon stripe round the border.
They look like our fuckin' colours to me.
You even know what they're fuckin' colours look like?
And further to that, they've moved into Parramatta,
which is our patch.
Now, we're the biggest club in Sydney.
If we want to keep it that way,
we need to move 'em out and make sure they don't come back.
Jock, we don't need dynamite to do that.
Well, that's what we'll be doin'.
That's bullshit.
Come back inside.
Mate, this is bullshit. I'm leavin' the club.
No, you're not. Bombs and shit?! Blowin' things up?!
Whatever happened to punchin' on?
Jock's always talkin' shit like that.
Don't worry about it! This is different!
Hey, get off the bike!
We'll take it to a vote, alright?
Mate, we'll sort this out.
- We all OK here? - Yeah.
I reckon we need to take a vote on a couple of things.
We can put them on the agenda.
Anyone else got something to add, you can do the same thing.
- Fix the shitter. It stinks. - Bloody oath.
How about a new clubhouse?
Put some of those bar profits where they belong.
The brothers deserve better than this fuckin' shit-hole.
Absolutely.
And forget about blowin' up the Ghosts.
Don't blow up anyone or anything.
If that's what everyone wants...
I'm not gonna disagree.
That's such bullshit. He's fuckin' givin' up.
Grab us a beer?
While you're there, champ.
Fuckin' look at this joint.
Shit, yeah.
300 bucks a week.
Do you reckon Jock'll go for it?
Like to see him try and stop us.
Aaaaah! Aaaagh!
I wanna dance, love? Not dancin' to this shit.
Oh, when are you gonna learn to move with the times, eh?
'50s dancing's good enough for us.
Who says I'm talkin' about dancing?
Well, say what you bloody mean, then? What do you mean?
You've got a band of men dependin' on ya. They're happy to be here.
So, you should try it.
What are you doin'?
No, I'm not doin' this. Come and have a drink.
Come on... No, fuck that!
Aaaagh!
Whooo!
Practising for your trip to Texas? Yeah.
Reckon the Hell's Angels know how to crack a whip?
All I want 'em to do is help me source some bikes.
Make us all happy.
Excuse me?
How you goin'? Very well, thank you.
I'm Lesley. I'm your neighbour.
G'day. I'm Snoddy and this is Caesar.
Snoddy. Caesar.
Look, the music's very loud.
If you'd be so good as to turn it down...
Oh, it's not that loud.
Yeah, no, I'll go and turn it down.
You've moved in, have you? Yeah.
Nice neighbourhood.
Yes, it is a nice neighbourhood.
It's always been a nice neighbourhood.
Don't you worry, Lesley. We won't be making any trouble.
Oh, well, thank you very much, Snoddy.
And if there's ever any other way we can help you out,
you just let us know.
Yes. Uh, I will. Thank you. See ya.
Ooh, yeah! There you go.
Jock's bike.
What are you doin' now? I'm gonna take a look.
Let's go.
It was Jock gettin' into her, I'm sure of it.
Did you see his face? Nup.
But it looked like him and it definitely looked like his bike.
Jesus.
And you're sure it was Nicky, not just some stray?
It was her house. They were definitely her tits.
You didn't see her face and you didn't see his face
but you're sure it was them.
It was his arse. We're not bullshitting.
It was them.
This is fuckin' shit!
We should get our old ladies to talk to Nicky, see what she's got to say.
No, we need to keep this in the cone for now. Just us four, alright?
Out of respect for the brother
and his old lady and Jock.
You guys willing to back it up, face-to-face with him?
Yep.
We know what we saw.
He's not above our law, prez or not.
We take it to the next meeting, vote him down, he loses his colours.
He needs the chance to tell his side of the story.
You guys, you're not shittin' me, are ya?
I swear on me old man's grave.
Fuck!
Oh, look what the cat dragged in.
I need to have a word, Jock.
You can wait for a swim, can't you, love?
I s'pose I'll have to, won't I?
Drink, Snod? Sandwich?
No, I'm right, thanks, Ness.
Well, whatever you've come to say, say it.
Some of the blokes reckon they saw you screwin' someone else.
Oh, yeah?
So?
One of the brothers' old ladies.
And you believe them, do you?
I've got to run it to ground, Jock.
You've got to run it to ground?!
Well, whoever they are, they're fuckin' liars.
So, you tell me, who reckons they saw?
Chop, Shadow.
Oh, the dumb-as-shite Campbells.
And you're on their side now? I came here to warn ya.
Warn me about what? They're gonna use it against ya.
Try and vote you into the ground
and take your colours, get you out of the club.
Fuckin' scum!
You get them off my back!
They want you to make a case, like anyone else.
Just say you didn't do it... the club needs to hear it from you,
and they'll believe you.
The Campbells are the ones who'll get arsed out.
But you gotta take it to a vote. A vote.
I'll lay my hands on a stack of fuckin' Bibles
and ram it straight up their arse!
You think I'm gonna stand there
and watch my men listen to that utter bullshit
comin' out of that prick Campbell's mouth?!
To besmirch me?!
After everything I've done! Everything I've built up!
They can all go and get fucked!
I ain't doin' it!
They're gonna have to kill me to get me out of me own club!
And I want to know... I want to know, who do you believe?
Do you believe them or do you believe me?
I'm with you! You're with me?
I'm goin' for a swim.
- Boys? - Snoddy?
There'll be no vote. Jock, you gotta.
The Campbells would have got to each and every one of them
and poisoned them against me.
They'll have made up their mind already,
on supposed lies and transgressions that have never happened.
You deserve more than this.
Things are gonna change, startin' from now.
What do you mean? I'm splittin' the club.
I'm startin' another chapter out west.
What for? 'Cause I hate it here, right?
It's not me.
All these rich pricks out in their yachts... it's not where I belong.
Are you comin' with me?
Of course I'll go with ya.
You'd leave all them.
Yeah, mate.
I'm a Commo because of you.
There'll be no meeting today, no agenda.
This club's gettin' split into two chapters.
There'll be this one
and another out Granville way called the Western Chapter.
Now, you can all decide where you want to be,
who's goin' where.
It makes no difference to me.
But at this new chapter,
there'll be one rule and one rule only.
And that's I'll have final vote on everything.
So, if you want to come with me, you come now.
No, you stay here.
I'm comin' out west with you.
I don't want you with me.
I can see that you all would have voted against me.
But for what it's worth, you're wrong!
So, you can all go and get fucked.
The fuckin' lot of you.
You know Snoddy would never have left YOU behind.
You know he wanted to come with ya, but you wouldn't let him,
'cause of your pride.
That's bullshit!
He wanted to stay with them
but he was too gutless to say it to my face.
Orphan dick!
Don't be like that.
You two have been through so much together.
Well, that means nothin' now, does it?
Ask him. He'll come.
He can go to hell.
And those fucking Campbells,
you mark my words...
I'm gonna make them regret the day they took their first breath.
Hi.