(man) Help me! Someone!
Someone, help me, please! Help!
(man #2) Will you shut the fuck up?
(slapping) (groaning)
Pando, please believe me. I'm not fucking bullshitting.
I'm telling the truth. Ring Deirdre.
We're doing this job tomorrow.
I'm gonna get your fucking ten grand back. I'll give you 15, I promise.
Ring her, please! We're doing this job.
I'm gonna get fucking money. Just ring Deirdre up.
OK, Jimmy. What's her number?
It's 93891...
Fuck, no, she's at her mum's place.
Fuck. I don't know her number.
Call 013. Call 013.
What's it under?
Uh, Fletcher. Crusher - "C." It's...
Fuck! That was just his nickname.
Oh, what was his real name?
It was... it was John or something.
No, wait, it was... Robert Henry Fletcher, yeah.
Robert. It was Robert Fletcher.
Hello.
Could I have a number for a Robert Fletcher in...?
Botany.
What street?
Oh, fuck. I don't know.
I mean, I've been there a million times, I know how to get there...
Somewhere in Botany.
Uh...
Botany Road?
There's a P. Fletcher in Botany Road.
No, no. They live down one of them back streets.
Anything else under "R" in Botany?
Ah, nothing. Thanks very much.
Nothing.
It must be a silent number.
Sorry, Jim. (* "Belter" by Powderfinger)
* You
* Go
* I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes
* But not today
* Too
* Slow
* I feel like sinking arrows in your mind
* You're all the same
* You don't have to reveal it
* You get trouble concede
* You don't have to reveal it *
(panting)
(grunts)
If you're going through some sort of shit in your life,
chances are someone else has been through the same thing before you,
and they've written it down.
Some poet or philosopher
has been through the same type of crap,
and they've written about it.
And when you find that poem or that piece of writing
and you think, "Bloody hell!
This bastard just summed it all up,"
it's kind of comforting.
Know what I mean?
Yeah! Fuck him!
The Chinese reckon
that man is a bridge between heaven and hell,
the middle ground between the yin and the yang.
The yin...
and the yang.
Me and my little brother Jimmy here,
we got these tattoos one day.
One side is white with a little bit of black
and the other side is black with a little bit of white.
See, something that's good can still have a little bit of bad in it,
and something that's bad still has a little bit of good.
(overlapping distorted voices)
Hey, mate, what do you say, hey?
The path of evil will come tumbling down like the walls of Jericho.
Seek salvation in the Lord.
(woman) Idiot. Seek salvation in the Lord.
I was talking to Pando this arvo.
Yeah, talking to Pando were you, mate?
What were you talking to Pando about?
Oh, you know, a few things.
Yeah? Fuckin' mates with Pando, are you?
What do you mean? Don't have to be fuckin' Einstein.
He knows about you, what happened to Kiwi Bob.
How's he gonna know about Kiwi Bob?
Pando fuckin' knows. What'd he talk about? Did he offer any work?
No, come on. As if. I wouldn't be surprised, mate.
Hey, boys. Hey, boys' night out, eh? (all talk at once)
Fucking beautiful girls. Hey, Les, you got a spare cigarette?
Yeah, all right. (man) Jimmy!
Come and have a look, mate? (man) You bastard!
Jimmy, can you roll it for me? Can't roll.
Hey, Les. Hey, Rocket.
How's things? Hey, Jim.
How are you, mate? This is me sister Alex.
(Les) I didn't know you had a sister. (Rocket) I got four.
Yeah? Yeah.
You out for a munch, are you, love? Yeah. Just got here.
Fucking nuthouse, isn't it, eh? Yeah.
Hey, this fucker gives you any trouble, you let me know, OK?
I'll fucking sort him out. Huh?
Still cool for tomorrow night? Yeah, sure, whatever.
I am taking a special trip for this.
I'll fuckin' be there, all right? Well, you make sure, OK?
Hey, hey, Jim. Jim. Man, I just ran into Kiwi Bob's missis.
She wants to give you a medal.
They had to wire his jaw shut. She's lovin' the peace and quiet.
Hey, fellas. You gentlemen after a nice night?
We've got some beautiful women in here, real nice ladies.
(Les) Come and have a look. Beautiful, huh? Where are you going, fellows?
(shouts) Eh? What are you thinking?
Useless fucking poofters.
Let's go get a beer, eh? Yeah.
See youse later, boys. Oh, yeah. All right.
Fuck! How's an ugly bastard like Rocket
get a good-looking sister like that, eh?
Oi, Jimmy.
G'day, Jimmy.
Yeah, g'day, Pando. Hey, Acko.
Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?
Oh, not much, you know. Nothing much going on.
Why? What's up?
Got a bit of work if you want it.
Yeah. Yeah, all right. Yeah, what is it?
You come and see me tomorrow, all right? 10:00.
Yeah, all right. You won't be late, will you, mate?
No, no, no, I'll be there. No worries.
All right, then, mate. See you then.
Yeah, all right. Well, thanks, eh?
So what did he say?
He says he's got a job for me tomorrow.
What? What kind of a job? Like, a job job?
I don't know. He didn't say.
Well, there you go, mate. What did I tell you?
You're on your way. What?
It's your fucking break, mate.
Yeah, well, it's probably only something small. It's my first...
Of course it's something small. What do you expect?
But, mate, you're in with Pando now, so it's fucking great.
Yeah. Yeah, I suppose.
So you wanna play with the big boys, do you,
little brother?
(DJ, over pop song) Folks, you're back on Hot FM. Here's the weather forecast.
Hooly dooly, it's gonna be a hot one.
35 degrees in the shade - that's what the bureau says -
and a late-afternoon thunderstorm coming in.
Till then, it looks like you gotta sweat it out.
OK, folks, let's get back to the rock.
* I live alone
* Live in a shell
* And I am here
* I'm under a spell
* A man and his touch...
"Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?
"Yeah, well, I got some work for you...
if you want it."
Oh, fuck.
* Push to the front
* Up outta my seat
* I feel good - *
Jimmy!
Hey, Jimmy! Morning, Mrs. Jones.
That tap is driving me mad. Would you have time to look at it?
Why don't you go upstairs and ask Goldie?
Ah, that prick's no use for anything. I owe him rent.
All right, don't worry. I'll fix your tap for you.
But right now, I gotta go to a meeting, so can I come back later?
OK, love. All right, then. Bye.
G'day. Do you remember me from last night? Jimmy.
Yeah, yeah. Alex. Yeah, yeah, I know.
So, you're from the country, eh?
Yeah, pretty much.
What's it like out there? I don't know.
Less buildings. More cows.
You got a horse? You ride? No.
Then what do you do?
Um... Oh, not much, really.
Just muck around, you know. It's pretty boring.
Yeah.
So, um, you're, like, a strip-club guy, hey?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, no.
No, I've been doing that for a while, yeah, but I got a new job,
and you could say I'm moving on.
Yeah? What are you doing? I'm, um... Yeah, I'm doing, um...
I'm working for a guy, you know,
doing odd jobs here and there and that sort of thing.
Oh, right. Like a handyman?
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, what about you? Got any photos?
No, not really.
Hey, let me take one of you. Come on, let me take one.
Look, I promise you I'm not gonna run off with your camera.
Well, you gotta do something. What do you want me to do?
I don't know. Something.
(camera clicks)
Here's your camera. Thanks.
So, when are you gonna get 'em done? Uh, developed?
I don't know. Probably just later on.
Do you wanna show 'em to me? Yeah, OK.
All right, well, I'll call you or something, maybe.
Yeah. All right.
I'll give you my number. (laughs) Yeah.
And it's a triple-word score. So, what do we got here?
2, 10, 20...
27. That's, uh... 81,
and I used up all me letters.
That makes 131.
Fuck.
Where's that fucking Jimmy? Wasn't he supposed to be here by now?
(imitating arcade game noises)
Did you get held up, mate?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.
So, what you been doing? You did a nice job on Kiwi Bob.
Yeah.
Dropped him with an uppercut, I hear.
Yeah, well, I'd seen him leave himself open to it,
so I thought I'd get in there and give it a go.
It's a nice little effort. Kiwi Bob's no fucking softy.
Wally here cleaned up on that, didn't you, Wal? Yeah. Two grand.
We got the dopey bastard to do a job for us.
I sent him down to Wollongong
with a bootload of car radios to drop on some wog down there.
Anyway, the wog's out the back laying a turd.
Bob thinks he's not there, stupid prick.
Turns round, drives all the way home.
Deal's blown, I'm left with 40 fucking car radios.
Don't need a car radio, do you, mate?
No, I don't have a car.
Fair enough.
Like working with your hands, do you?
Yeah, I'm good with me hands.
I was wondering if you wanted to do a bit of courierin' work.
500 bucks. 500?
Not enough for you?
No. No, that's fine. Yeah, that's great. 500's good.
Good. Well, I want you to go down to Bondi,
see a chick called Sharon, drop a big pile of cash on her.
How much? Ten grand.
What's it for?
What's it for? It's not yours to be asking that, mate.
Right. I didn't mean it, and I shouldn't have said anything.
You just go down to Bondi, drop the cash on this chick and then bring the car back.
Yeah. No worries.
You got your keys there, mate? What?
Give him your fucking keys.
You're not taking my fucking car.
It's only gonna take 20 minutes.
He needs a car. Give him your fucking keys. I just got the gearbox done.
Good. That means it works. Now give him your keys.
(laughs)
Put one ding in that car, and you know what'll happen, don't you?
He's not gonna ding your car, mate. Are you, Jimmy? No. No, no, I won't.
Here's the address.
Gee, I thought ten grand would be a lot heavier than this, eh?
You gonna be all right with this, aren't ya, Jimmy?
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna be fine.
That's the shot, mate. Off you go.
Your go, innit?
That ship must have come back in last night.
Black fellas used to go fishing and stuff round here.
What are you talking about? All that used to be bush.
Probably right here used to be a camp for black fellas.
What happened to 'em? Died of colds.
Colds? Yeah.
White fellas came here and gave 'em colds,
and since the black fellas never had colds before, they just died of colds.
Bullshit. It's true. Murphy told me.
How would he know? He used to be a history teacher.
How can he be a dero and a history teacher?
I don't know. (mocks) I don't know.
You fucking little fucking shit!
What are you doing? Fucking give us me fucking wallet.
Fucking Johnny saw you fucking take it. Piss off!
Let him go or I'll stick you!
Fuck you. Get off me!
Fucking let him go!
Youse two are fucking dead.
No, not youse two.
(* rock)
(coughing)
Ahh.
(coughs)
(alarm chirps)
(coughing)
(thud)
(chokes)
Don't think anyone's home, mate.
Shit.
It's OK. She'll be back.
I just gotta kill some time.
Watch this!
(brother) Sometimes small things can magnify themselves
into big things.
The flap of a butterfly wing
can turn itself into a raging tornado.
A tiny little ripple can end up as a devastating tidal wave.
One careless decision
can affect the way the rest of your life will unfold.
The trick is to think very hard
before you take the high road
or the low road...
...because the wrong choice
can really fuck you up big time.
Did you see someone go through me stuff?! Sorry?
Someone stole me fucking stuff! Did you see someone?!
No, I-I didn't see anything.
Shit!
Fuck. Fuck.
(laughs)
Fuck!
Would you look at that. (Jimmy) Dee?
Shit, Jimmy. What happened?
Maybe I should talk to him. He'll probably understand.
Are you out of your head? He'll kill you. He won't kill me.
Jimmy, there are no two ways about this.
If you don't find the ten grand, he'll kill you.
Rat Slater, he was done over for 800 bucks. They cut his head off.
Now, he'll do it without a problem in the world.
I've gotta get you out of here. I'll have to take you to Mum's.
I don't even know why you wanna do this bullshit for Pando.
He's a bad man.
No. Pando's a good bloke.
OK, then, we gotta put this somewhere.
Maybe just stick it round the corner in one of those back streets.
Has it got an alarm? Yeah. It's got a steering lock, too.
It'll be perfectly safe, then. Dee, them locks are so easy to break.
Jimmy, just park the car and don't talk to me.
(DJ) OK, back now on 2HOT.
Tomorrow is the big day when one lucky listener will receive $10,000 cash.
That's right, folks. All you have to do
is pick yourself up a "2HOT to handle" bumper sticker.
The spot team will be out and about on the streets,
so keep listening tomorrow between 9 and 12.
Have you got one of those stickers, Dee? No, Jimmy, I don't.
Oh!
Hi, Mum.
G'day, Mrs. Fletcher.
All this'll have to be done.
Just doing some work, Mum. Jimmy's in the shit again.
You did splash me. You...
Oh! Oh!
Oh, g'day. G'day. It's Jimmy.
Yeah. Can I talk to Pando, mate?
Yeah, I've got your car here.
No, I can't say where I am.
No, I can't. Look, can I please speak to Pando?
Pando. Yeah. I'm at a friend's place.
No, I can't say where I am. No, no, no, no.
Yeah, I went down to the flat and I knocked,
but there was no answer, and...
I-I haven't got it.
Well, someone ripped it off. Well... Yeah, OK.
I went down to the beach to wait for her to come back, and I went for a swim and I...
A swim.
Yeah, well, someone ripped it off when I was in the water.
(Pando) You get over here...!
I gotta go.
(alarm shrieks)
(alarm stops)
(engine starts)
Cactus.
(Wally) So I get old Jack to have a look,
and he swears to God, a heart attack.
What's going on?
I can't fucking believe
that a 35-year-old woman can die of natural causes.
You'd be surprised, Pando.
I mean, heart disease is the biggest killer
in Australians over the age of 30.
That true?
That's what they say.
(phone rings)
Hello? Oh, hello, doll.
No, one of those days. Having a bloody crisis.
One of the new guys.
First day on the job, and he rips me off ten grand.
We're gonna have to find the cunt and do him.
Yeah, well, I could be here all bloody day.
Yeah, I know. Put him on.
Want me to find the cunt, or what?
Yeah, better make some inquiries. See who's hiding him.
Hello, matey. How are you?
Did you?
The Origami Show, is it? I'll tell you what.
You be a good boy, and when I come home
I'll help you with your origami.
You go and ask Mummy for some paper.
It's in the kitchen. You ask Mummy.
All right, I'll see when I come home later.
Bye, son.
Bye.
Kids.
Yeah.
Where'd you get the dolls from?
What? Where'd you get the clothes?
Me auntie. What auntie?
She's part of the royal family.
Bullshit.
You want 100 bucks?
Oh, give us 100. Good choice.
Your auntie really in the royal family?
(both laugh)
Whatcha doing?
Nothin'.
You going out?
Yeah. Where you going?
Just taking photos.
You gonna be back later tonight?
Yeah.
Why?
No reason, eh.
I gotta do a job, Dee. (Dee) Bloody hell.
Well, how else am I gonna get ten grand?
Well, you never pulled a job before.
Look, Dee, can you get me in on something?
Have you got anything going?
Jimmy, this isn't playschool.
We're talking about robbing a bank.
Yeah, I know.
OK, Jimmy.
Now, I've never told you this before,
but the day before your brother disappeared,
he was in this really weird mood.
He said he was in some type of shit.
He didn't tell me what it was or who or anything,
but I just knew he'd done something really bad.
Now, he made me promise that I'd keep you out of all this shit.
He made me promise, Jimmy.
I got no choice, Dee.
Is, uh, is Bill here?
Who the fuck are you?
I-I'm a mate of Colin.
He said I should talk to Bill about selling my car.
Hang on for a sec. I'll see if Bill wants to have a look.
Hey, Bill. There's a cunt in here
who's just ripped off Acko's car.
What?
G'day.
Is Acko there?
It's Bill.
(horn honks)
(whispers) Fuckin' wanker.
You should have seen him. He had all this blood coming out of his mouth.
Johnny, he's done heaps of martial arts.
He was kicking and punching him.
He was really killing him and...
(tires squeal)
(gasps)
Shit.
(sobbing)
Jesus Christ, Acko.
Get back in the fucking car, Wally.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Sorry, Dee, to plant the little buggers on you. No worries, Woz.
Got my sister's kids, so a couple of extra's no problem.
Yeah. Nolene had to work, so I'm stuck with 'em today.
(Dee) So, do you know Pando?
Don't know him personally, but I know who he is.
I did some work for some of that crowd a few years back,
but I wouldn't now. Why not?
Pando's a fucking deadshit, man.
I've heard bad stories about him.
He's all right once you get to know him.
Jimmy, the guy's trying to kill you.
Yeah, I know, but...
Anyway, Jimmy, you know how to shoot?
Yeah, I can shoot. And you're trained up?
Yeah. Mainly boxing. Righto. Now, the crowd is a piece of cake.
You'll have to take the security guard, but it's easy.
They're usually useless fat pricks.
What have we got there? Hopeless, yeah. Useless fat buggers.
They're always fat.
Anyway, gun to the throat, keep him looking up.
That way he won't see when you get his gun. Don't worry too much.
I'll help you out there. You get him inside, and I'll start you off.
You hold the fuckers back, and I'll go over the counter. Yeah, righto.
Every now and then, you're gonna come across a smartass.
The trick is to act quick on him, a good hard whack.
Belt the bugger. You don't wanna kill him, though.
But a good old thump with your shotty butt.
You giving me a shotty?
Yeah. Why? Don't like shotguns?
No. Shotty's all right.
Yeah. Shotties are good, mate.
(child) Gimme that truck! Kelvin, what's going on in there?
Just be a good boy and share your toys.
Dad, he took my truck. Play with your ray gun.
I want it! It's just over there.
(Dee) You wanna come with me?
Oh, what were we saying?
Shotguns.
Oh, yeah?
Fire off a shot if you like. It's always good for crowd work.
Remember Old Blue always used to fire off a cartridge.
He used to shoot the cameras, you know. It was pretty funny.
(Mrs. Fletcher) Here we go, then.
(Dee) There we go. You are a good boy.
Thanks a lot, Mrs. Fletcher. Good on you.
A cup of tea for you.
Thanks very much, Mrs. Fletcher.
Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?
I was just taking a photo.
Why the fuck you wanna take my photo? Sorry. I didn't...
I just wanted to take your photo. I'm sorry.
You're just such a good-looking bastard.
Oh. Well, that's different.
Righty. I know I've got quite a few,
but I think we can narrow it down to these three here.
Now, this is the Commonwealth Bank in Rooty Hill.
It's quite a good bank. There's no screens, fat guard...
A pretty easy bank, but there's not a lot of cash there.
The main branch is a couple of K's down the road.
I think they handle more cash there.
What's this one? Well, that's my personal pick.
The guard is a young bloke, but he's thick as shit and fat.
The good thing about that one is that they look after the bread factory payroll,
so they get loaded right up on Thursdays.
It's a bit of a drive, but I reckon it's worth it.
Screens? No. No screens.
Looks like a beauty. How much do you reckon they got out there?
I don't know. Could be a hundred.
Oh, that'd be nice. What do you reckon?
Yeah. That sounds pretty good, eh?
That's the one, then. What are we riding in?
Commodores. Righto.
What's today? Wednesday. So we're out there tomorrow?
Yeah, if that suits you blokes. It suits me.
Aw, shit. I got the kids again.
Woz, you silly bugger, I'll look after them.
Thanks. You all right getting another car?
I'll go do that this arvo. Might go for a drive and check it out.
That's the shot. This should be fun.
You excited, Jimmy? Yeah, I guess.
I better piss off home and get some dinner into these kids of mine.
I'll see youse all here tomorrow, eh?
Jesus Christ, Dee, we're laughing our bloody heads off.
This is gonna be a fucking ripper.
(footsteps)
Did you see anything?
Did you see the vehicle?
Did you see the young lad get hit?
Have you seen Ron? What do you want Ron for?
I just fucking want him. Have you seen him?
I think he's at Phil's.
What? Is Ron here?
What do you want him for? I just wanna talk to him.
Fuck off.
Wait.
All right. Come on.
Hey... G'day, Wal. How are you going?
You seen Jimmy? I haven't seen him since last night.
I thought he was doing something with you fellas.
You haven't heard nothing from him?
No, what's happened? Pando's pretty keen to catch up with him.
Fuck. Jimmy pull a shifty, did he?
Just let us know if you hear anything.
Pando would be pretty happy for any info, yeah?
No, I don't know nothing, mate, eh?
Have you checked his place?
(knock on door)
Hey, Alex. How are you, love?
I'm all right.
Is Rocket here?
No, he's not back yet, but he said he won't be long.
Oh, right, right.
Mind if I come in and wait for him? Is that all right?
So, how was your first day in the Big Smoke?
Oh, it was all right.
A good-looking girl like you should have no probs.
Be queen of the town before too long, eh?
You going out tonight?
I don't know. Probably.
Where are you going?
I'm not sure yet.
Oh, right. Like the pictures, do you?
I thought all girls liked the pictures.
Tom Cruise. Bet you like him, eh?
Brad Pitt? What about him?
I guess they don't have the flicks out your way, eh?
No, we've got 'em. Oh, do you? You go much?
Oh, a bit.
Fuck. Maybe we should go to a flick sometime, eh?
What about tonight? We could catch a flick tonight. What do you reckon?
Um...
I'm not sure. I might...
(phone rings)
Hello?
(Jimmy) Alex? Yeah.
Yeah, hi. It's me, Jimmy. Hi. How are you?
Yeah, good, yeah. How are you?
I'm all right. What are you doing?
Not much. I just thought I'd give you a call, see what you were doing.
Didn't know if you were gonna call or not Yeah.
So, what are you doing tonight?
Uh, I don't know. What are you up to? I don't know.
Um, I was thinking about going down to Chinatown. Have you ever been there?
Yeah, I've been there.
I was thinking about going there for a while and checking it out.
I was wondering if you want to meet me or something or... Only if you want to.
I don't know if I can.
Oh. OK.
No, no. It's not that I don't want to or anything,
but it's just that I've...
Well, there's a pub down near Chinatown.
Um, it's called the Star Hotel on Goldberg Street.
Star Hotel.
Well... I could meet you there if you want. All right.
OK. Well, I'll see you there.
All right. I'll see you there. Bye, Jimmy.
You going out somewhere, are you? Yeah.
(door closes)
(thunder rumbles)
Dee, I was just thinking about popping out for a while.
What? Why are you wearing those clothes?
Well, I was gonna go see Mum and Matt.
What are you talking about? You haven't seen them in five years.
Yeah, I was speaking to Mum on the phone, and I promised I'd go round and see her.
I'll only be an hour or two. Are you out of your head?
I'll be fine. Go on, love. Go and see your mum.
Jesus Christ, Jimmy! Are you completely insane?
Look, I'll be a couple of hours, all right?
Pando's looking for you. You know what'll happen if he finds you.
I'll be fine, all right?
Let him go, Dee. Go and see your mother, Jimmy. Mum...
See you later, Mrs. Fletcher. Thanks for your hospitality.
Been a pleasure, Jimmy. I'll leave the light on for you, love.
Shit!
Shit.
(thud)
(car horn honks)
Hey. Hello.
How are you? Not bad.
So, how did you go today? Oh, it was all right.
I had a look around, took some photos. Do you wanna see them?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
You look good in photos.
Yeah. Pity about in real life, though, eh?
Here's that one of me. I look foul. Hey, hang on.
That's all right.
You can have it if you want.
There's another one of you in here.
I didn't know you took that one.
Who's the guy in the car?
That's Pando.
Pando?
Sounds like a teddy bear.
So, who is he?
Pando's a guy. He's, um... I mean, he's a big guy in The Cross.
Friend of yours?
Well, no, not exactly.
Is he an asshole?
No. You know, Pando's a good bloke. You know, he, um...
Yeah, well, I guess he is an asshole. He, um...
See, in The Cross, right,
everyone wants to be mates with Pando.
You know, if you're in with Pando, you're set.
Pando comes up and asks me if I wanna do a job for him. I'm thinking, "Great."
But, um... it's all bullshit.
What did you wanna be when you grew up? You know, when you were a little kid?
I don't know. Some shit-kicking thing.
No, what'd you really wanna be?
I guess I just wanted to do something with me hands, you know? Um...
Not like fighting. I don't wanna be a fighter or anything,
but, um, just fixing things, making things.
You know, that sort of stuff.
You should talk to my uncle. He's a boatbuilder on the north coast.
He's been looking to take someone on, like an apprentice.
What is it? Well, I don't know.
I think you just learn how to make boats.
Boats? Yeah.
Making boats?
Yeah. Well, that'd be all right, wouldn't it?
Better than hanging around assholes.
Yeah.
(dials phone)
(cell phone rings)
G'day, it's Les. Les Watson.
Yeah, that's right. I've got some information you might like to hear.
What?
Where? Where?
(man with Japanese accent on TV) Take left corner and fold over
to middle like so...
To the center, mate. That's it.
(phone ringing)
Yeah, soft folds. Not hard, mate. That's a boy.
Take side of paper. Pull out like so to make...
Maurice, phone.
Aw, shit.
You keep making the pterodactyl, mate.
Hello?
Yeah? Fucking where?
Righty-o, then. Where's Acko?
OK. See you there.
Look, Dad.
Hey, that's a beauty, Jake.
That's a lovely looking pterodactyl.
(speaks Japanese) "Origami Show."
Next we make dog.
Yeah, dog!
Nice dog. Yeah, it's the same as my old dog.
So, when will you be able to give your uncle a call?
I don't know. Tomorrow?
Hey, what about tonight?
I don't have the number with me at the moment. It's back at Rocket's.
Why? Are you kinda keen to get outta town or something?
I know this bloke. It's Corky. Bloody Les in the background there.
Ugh. I don't like him. He's disgusting.
He was at my place, trying to crack on to me, scratching his balls.
Yeah? Yeah.
I was glad you rang when you did.
He was there when I was talking to you.
Yeah. Just sitting there, staring at me.
And what did he do? Nothing.
I think he was pissed off when he knew I was going out with you.
Oh, shit.
See you, mate.
(man) Hey!
Check the dunnies.
(footsteps)
He's not in there. Fuck!
(cell phone rings)
Hello? What?
What's the matter, Jimmy? Nothing.
All right, come up here.
He just went round the corner up ahead of me. Yeah, I will, I will.
Shit, hang on.
Aw, fuck! My batteries are going! I don't know.
Yeah, the fucking thing's bleeping at me!
Hey, hello? Hello?
Fuck! Fuck!
Have you ever been on the monorail? No.
Let's go for a ride. Come on.
(* saxophone)
Shit.
Fuck!
Hey, man, what are you doing?
Hey...
(parts rattle)
What's happened, Jimmy?
You know how I was telling you about Pando?
He's after me.
I did a job for him, I stuffed it up and he's after me.
Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.
Why?
Well, you know, it's gonna be all right.
I'm gonna be fine.
I didn't want to get you messed up in all this shit.
Why don't you just go away? Just go up north tonight.
Get the overnight train and get outta here.
I don't know.
What's stopping you?
Do you wanna come with me?
(man over PA) Please stand clear. The doors are now closing.
Get him... get him up. Come on.
(Jimmy screams)
Help me! Get him in.
Get him in. Come on.
Get him in.
(Acko starts his car)
You're Rocket's little sister, aren't ya?
We just need to talk to Jimmy about a few things, so you'd best piss off home.
You got enough for a taxi?
$20 should see you home all right.
You'll get a cab up the road there.
You got my keys, Jimmy?
(DJ on radio) It's quarter past the hour of two,
and the weatherman tells us the southerly storm is closing in,
so snuggle down and get very, very cozy and warm,
because this beautiful song is for all the lovers throughout the world.
(* "This Guy's in Love" by The Reels)
I love this song.
* You see this guy
* This guy's in love with you...
Jesus Christ, Pando, you can't do this to me!
I'll be 100% fair dinkum, and you'll - Aah!
Have I ever bullshitted you? Have I? I don't know, Jimmy.
I haven't. I've never fucking bullshitted you.
Please, Pando, I don't wanna fucking die.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm doing a job tomorrow. I'll get your money back.
You've never done a job in your fucking life. You wouldn't know where to start.
Deirdre - Crusher Fletcher's daughter... I know who she is.
She's organized a job for me.
I'm gonna get your fucking money.
Look, can't you see this from my point of view?
You can tell me you're the king of fucking Sweden.
I let one cunt off once. What was his name? Robbo.
Yeah, Robbo. I let this cunt off, he goes straight to the police.
I mean, what had I done to deserve this?
Lucky for me, he goes to Rogers, so we get the cunt back.
But, Jimmy, that was a valuable fucking lesson.
I'm not gonna get burned a second time. You should understand that.
I swear on my mother's fucking grave.
Oh, shut your fucking mouth.
I'm not fucking bullshitting. Look, I'm telling the truth. Ring Deirdre.
We are doing this job tomorrow. I'm gonna get your fucking ten grand back.
I'll give you 15. Ring her, please! We're doing this job. I'm gonna get your money.
(Pando) Sorry, Jimmy.
Fucking thing. Give me a look at it.
Get the torch over here, Wal.
Ouch! Fuck! Shit.
Fucking hell, mate. This gun's fucking filthy.
Jesus, look what's happened here.
Cap's fizzed out and fused the fucking chamber.
Unbelievable.
What's happened to these bullets?
They're bloody rusty or something.
I accidentally put 'em through the wash. You what?
I had 'em in the pocket of me shorts. I washed 'em.
Of course they're gonna be fucked if you put 'em through the fucking washing machine.
No, water shouldn't fuck 'em up.
They're designed to go through swamps and shit.
They'll fizz like that if they're old.
How old are these?
Not that old.
You loaded your gun with old fucking bullets
you put through the fucking wash?
Well, righto. I shot all me fucking bullets, didn't I?
You're the one who told me to put 20 rounds through Rat Slater.
You got any more bullets? No.
Aw, shit.
Anyone got another gun? Yeah.
Where is it? It's in the car.
Well, fuck off and get it.
Fuck.
This is where we planted his brother.
(Pando) Eh?
Fucking Michael. We stuck him right here.
The dam wasn't here. The dam was dry.
But that's where we stuck him, right there.
(Pando) Is it?
Yeah, right, it was.
Fucking nuts.
(thunder crashes)
Go round that way! Head him off!
(car approaches)
That torch is fucking useless. (gunshot)
Jesus, it's pissing down.
Fuck this rain.
(car drives off)
(Michael) You're on your own now, Jimmy. Look after yourself.
(Rocket) Alex!
No!
Please!
I don't want to. I really don't...
You've gotta get outta here. Pando's not the type of guy you wanna fuck with.
What are we gonna do about Jimmy? Forget Jimmy!
Pack your bloody suitcase. Jimmy doesn't give a shit.
They're gonna kill him! Fuck him, all right!
(Alex and Rocket continue arguing)
(Rocket) Fuck the cops! He fucked with Pando. Don't you understand?
Well, look what the fucking cat dragged in.
(Dee) Jesus Christ, Jimmy, where have you been?
I don't know. You look like shit.
You OK?
Yeah.
Are you gonna be OK for today?
Yeah. Let's do it.
So, anyway, mate, Harry King hears about it off one of the boys
that Phil's been fooling around with his missis.
Everyone's going, "Oh, shit, man."
You know Harry King. He's built like a fucking brick supermarket.
He's madder than a cut snake.
We're all sitting up at the pub the other night, and Harry walks in.
He walks straight up to Phil. He throws a .22 bullet on his lap.
He stares him straight in the eye and he says,
"The next one's coming a lot fucking quicker."
And Phil has just fucking shit himself, you know?
He's driven himself out of town. We haven't seen him since.
All righty, then. Let's go, eh? Any last questions?
What if we see any cops?
What do you mean? What if a cop comes along?
You shoot him.
Look, mate, they'll fucking shoot you.
You shoot the bastards. OK? Yeah.
You all right? Are you OK?
Mate, just try to have some fun with this. You all right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm all right. OK. Mask up, mate. All right.
Let's fuck this puppy.
Get on the fucking floor!
Everyone down! This is a fucking holdup!
Nice.
Open your drawer! Open your fucking drawer!
All of you, open your drawers!
Get the money bag, fill the fucking thing up. Move! Get the money out!
You stay there, dickhead! Give me the bag!
Money in! Money in! Come on, move it!
Right, where's the fucking safe, mate?! Come on! Fucking move it!
Get on the fucking floor! Come on, dickhead!
Come on, open it. Open it and get out the big notes.
Get back. Come on.
Fucking hurry up!
Get down, you fucking asshole!
Yeah, righto, killer. Settle down.
Get down, asshole!
Oi.
Shit. Shit.
(mouths)
Wozza's bloody out cold. Give us a hand. He's what?
Bloody give us a hand! Fuck!
Get going.
(groans)
Man, what the fuck is going on?
Shit. We gotta get outta here, man. Where's Craig?
(gunshot)
Where's Craig, Jimmy? We gotta get outta here.
Fuck this.
We gotta get another car! Fuck!
What? The car's fucked. We gotta piss off out of here.
1, 2, 3, go!
Go!
(bullet ricochets)
I don't wanna go into that right now, mate. No.
No, it's not a question of that, it's just...
Give me your keys! No, not her! Him!
Steve, I might have to call you back, mate.
Please don't... Please... Get the fuck out!
OK, OK.
(DJ) You're listening to Radio 2HOT... Oh, fuck.
Time now, folks, for the big giveaway.
Let's have a drum roll. Fucking head.
$10,000 in cold, hard cash is what we're gonna give away.
Larry Pinkerton, our man on the streets,
is out there spotting the "2HOT To Handle" bumper stickers.
Larry, can you hear me? Hello, Liam. What a glorious summer morning we have.
Yeah, certainly is. Now, where are we today, Larry?
The H-O-T spot team is cruising down Parramatta Road, Homebush,
and we have firmly in our sights a gray Celica,
registration L-A-B 823,
and I can see the "2HOT To Handle" sticker positioned on the back bumper.
OK, gray Celica L-A-B 823, if you're listening,
all you have to do is wave to Larry in our HOT spot team four-wheel drive,
and you've scored yourself $10,000 cash.
We're driving right next to Mr. L-A-B now.
He's seen us! He's seen us! He's seen us!
Congratulations, Mr. L-A-B...
You're nuts! Christ!
Look out for the...
(DJ) Okey-dokey, it looks like we've, uh...
We've lost Larry? We've lost Larry.
Oi, Kelvin! I've told you before, mate.
Don't play with it, OK? It's not a toy. All right?
Listen, I really gotta go. Listen...
I'd like to just, um, propose a moment's silence for Craig.
You know, he was a good mate.
He was a bloody good driver.
He was a top mechanic.
You know, I seen him once...
He tuned twin-barrel carbies by ear...
with a beer in his hand, you know?
He could do a four-barrel car on a 350 donk
and get it back into that car in less than a day.
Let's have a bit of silence, eh?
Christ, Kelvin! I told you not to play with that!
Dad's got a splitting bloody headache.
Oh, shit.
Jimmy.
What are you doing?
(mouths)
(Les) Oi, Jimmy!
Watch the cunt. He's goin' for something down his pants.
He's got a gun.
Fuck me, then. Look at that.
(Acko) How much is there?
Bloody hell.
So, you did it, mate. You did your fucking job.
Wasn't bullshitting after all, eh?
Was that you on that bank stand job today?
(laughter)
Jesus, Jimmy, my testicles are like a pair of pikelets,
you bastard.
You cracked one of my ribs, you know, Jimmy.
Didn't know you could handle yourself so well. We were pretty impressed.
That was a very tidy display. Very tidy.
Now listen, Jimmy. I got a lot of work coming up,
and what with Wally going to Melbourne for a couple of months,
I could use another set of hands.
No, thanks.
Hey, I'm not talking 500 bucks a pop.
I'm talking serious fucking bucks.
(sobbing)
Jimmy, I appreciate the trouble you went to to get my cash back, but...
(* "These Days" by Powderfinger)
* It's coming round again
* The slowly creeping hand
* Of time and its demands
Pando, your queen's in deep shit.
Shut your fucking mouth, Wally!
Where?
* Puts pressure in my day
* This life
* Well, it's slipping right through my hands
* These days turned out
* Nothing like I had planned
* It's coming round again
* The slowly creeping hand
* Of time and its demands
* It settles in its place
* Its shadow in my face
* Puts pressure in my day
* Soon enough, it comes
* Here it is again
* The slowly creeping hand
* Of time and its demands
* Soon enough, it comes
* It settles in its place
* Puts pressure in my day
* Undignified and lame
I'll be fucked.
(gunfire)
* This life, well, it's slipping right through my hands
* These days turned out
* Nothing like I had planned
Fuck.
* Control, well, it's slipping
* Right through my hands (gunfire)
* These days turned out
* Nothing like I had planned
* Soon enough, it comes
* To tie us down...
(door unlocks) Is that you, Jimmy?
How are you, Mrs. Jones?
There's been people in your flat.
They've messed it all up. I seen them.
They didn't hurt you, did they? No.
Jimmy. I think there's someone in there now.
Your room's a bit of a mess.
Yeah.
You're in luck. There are two seats together -
15B and C?
Yeah, good.
The north coast is very popular this time of year,
with school holidays.
OK. How would you like to pay for that, sir?
What do you mean?
What would you like to pay for your tickets with?
Money.
Yeah. Uh, cash or credit card, sir?
Yeah. Cash. Thanks.
What?
What are you smiling about?
Did you think you could pay with bananas or something?
Yeah, well, I don't know, do I?
I've never been on an airplane before.
* I was standing on a wave
* Then I made the drop
* I was lying in a cave
* In the solid rock
* I was feeling pretty brave
* Till the lights went off
* Sleep by no means comes too soon
* In a valley lit by the moon
* We left a little dust
* On his Persian rug
* We gathered up our clothes
* Got the washing done
* In a long forgotten place
* Who'll be the first to run?
* Sleep by no means comes too soon
* In a valley lit by the moon
* Yeah
* I was floating on a wave
* Then I made the drop
* I was climbing up the walls
* Waiting for the band to start
* You can say the magic words
* I got my sensors on
* And this is the only place
* That I always run from
* Sleep by no means comes too soon
* In a valley lit by the moon
(singer adlibbing inaudibly)