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(GOTH MUSIC PLAYING)
(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)
- (MAN EXCLAIMS INDISTINCTLY)
- (FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
(WHEEZING AND COUGHING)
(PANTING)
Mark!
(SOBBING)
(GRUNTING)
(METAL MUSIC BLARING)
Mark?
Can you please turn that down?
Can you not hear me?
What are you...
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(YELLING) Mark!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Mark!
- Mark!
- Hey!
- I'm sorry, Mark.
- (LOUD CRASHING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
WOMAN: Get off me,
you fucking cunt!
MAN: Shut the fuck up.
Mark!
Get on your knees.
Get on your knees.
(GRUNTS)
(MAN COUGHING)
What did they do?
They stole from me.
What was it?
SUGAR: Heroin.
Your brother helped this piece of
shit rip two bags from one of my crew.
They broke the code.
- Get him up.
- No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no...
You either knock him,
or I'll get him to knock you.
I'll fucking do it.
I'll do it.
I'll do it. Give me the gun.
I'll fucking do it.
Give me the gun.
I'll fucking do it.
- Skink, man, don't.
- SKINK: I'm sorry.
- (SOBBING)
- SUGAR: Do it.
Skink...
I'll fucking do it.
(GUN CLICKING)
You fucking cunt.
MAN: No, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
(GUNSHOT)
Right over there.
(GRUNTING)
Come on, hurry up.
There.
Dig it deep.
Shoulder height.
Fuck me.
What happened to you?
SKINK: Dad threw boiling
water on my back.
So, I stabbed the cunt
in the throat.
And threw him
in the river.
Rules are rules.
How's he gonna
get to learn?
I will work something out.
I've got a good idea.
Why don't you bring
your bitch?
I'll introduce her
to my bitches.
(GRUNTING)
Don't you fucking
touch her.
Don't you fucking...
(GRUNTING)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)
Get down!
- (MAN WHISTLES)
- (BARKING STOPS)
SUGAR: The bitches always
the best fighters, you know.
I mean, these ones, they
prefer to fight than fuck.
I gotta strap 'em down
to breed.
It's called a rape stand.
But now they're angry.
And every time they're
looking at me, I swear to God,
they're planning some
type of payback.
Your bitch ever look
at you like that?
- (DOGS BARKING)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What? Should we
let 'em out?
Eh?
They'll rip your fucking
throat out.
(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)
You wanna save your brother?
I wanna do business.
You've done well
for yourself, Paddo.
Got a lot of cash
that needs cleaning.
We own a pub,
we own a restaurant.
We can wash your cash.
Yeah, I can do that.
I do that, I get 30%.
And we wanna sell
to your customers.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, she's a merry little
fucking thing, isn't she?
Back the fuck up, pal.
I'll take 30%,
and I'll wash your cash.
Hmm?
Or I'll kill that simple cunt.
All right?
Now there,
you'd like to do that?
Okay!
"Okay"?
Why?
I was thinking of getting
a bike for meself.
You've got
a fucking bike, Adam.
It's his old one.
He rode around that...
You're not doing
a fucking thing
without me from now on.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Is there any left?
No.
You fuck.
He fucking tricked me.
I had no fucking idea.
You all right?
(MOTORBIKE ROARING)
Hand 'em over.
- What?
- Do you think I'm dumb?
Jesus Christ!
Never mind the blasphemy.
Give 'em here.
Are we clear?
I don't give a fuck how
many of these you swallow
or you stick up your arse
when you're not here.
But in the club,
these are banned.
Them the rules.
Piss off.
Oi, Paddo.
PADDO: Check that other one
on the side.
TVs?
Yeah.
Huge ones.
Katrina's idea.
Like 'em?
Youse didn't come
to me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What happened to you?
You know what? Give Knuck and I
45 minutes before you come in.
He's only gotten out.
Well, then, tell me what you wanna
tell him, and I'll pass it on.
Or don't.
(GRUNTING)
Push back on the gun. Push back on
the gun, you fucking weird cunt.
(GRUNTING)
Listen to me. You need to take
charge as soon as you get out.
Oh, I am in charge.
Nah. It's not the same
when you're in here.
Listen, Hayley,
Paddo will fall in
when I get out.
And he's gonna do that
because I put him there.
I don't trust him.
(CHUCKLES)
You don't trust anyone.
He tried to fuck you,
did he?
(LAUGHS) Nah.
No, he didn't try
to fuck me.
Just show him
you're the president,
and do it so
the men can see it.
They gotten bigger?
You just puffed yourself
out like a toadfish.
I didn't do anything.
No. Bigger.
- You look good.
- Really?
Way bigger.
I love you.
What did she say?
She said you are
trying to fuck her.
(LAUGHS)
I've got a proposition.
From who?
Devils.
And what is it?
They can wash our paper.
Can they?
Knuck, there's too much
of it, mate.
It's useless if we
can't filter it.
If we wash it,
we can buy assets.
Legit.
Renovate the clubhouse.
We can buy a house.
Well, that'll be good,
wouldn't it?
And what'll they want?
Thirty percent.
- Which is nothing.
- No.
It's 30%.
Sugar come to you
with this thing?
Yes.
Oh.
So, what, you and Sugar are
fucking best friends now, are you?
It's a good deal, Knuck.
I wouldn't be coming to you
if it wasn't.
You got to think
about it.
What happened to you face?
A little scrap at the pub.
Some fucking muppet.
How's Skink?
Good. Yeah.
Besides whacking too much
in the shower, he's good.
All right.
You set it up with
your mate Sugar.
But you set it up day
one I get out next week.
You understand that?
- Day one.
- Okay.
(MOTORBIKES ROARING)
What did he say?
He said yes?
He said he'd set up
a meeting.
A meeting?
With who?
Sugar.
When?
(SIGHS)
When he gets out?
- Yes.
- Shit, Mark.
Baby.
We gotta be careful.
He gets out after three years and
we just hand everything over to him?
It's not like that.
It's good business, Kat.
It legitimizes everything.
He'll see that.
And Skink's okay.
You should be president,
you know that?
He couldn't have done
what you've done.
He doesn't have
the brains.
Do you know what those men
see in you?
What I see in you?
We'd die for you.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTING)
You don't utter my name
to anyone.
You do it
and I'll find out.
Then I'll murder some cunt
just to get back in here
so I can cut your throat.
You understand?
(PANTING)
- (LOUD THUD)
- (EXCLAIMS)
(STEADY THUMPING)
(SOBBING)
Stop it now.
(SOBBING)
It's okay.
Shh.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Where's your drink, dude?
You're an idiot, Webby. You
know it's fucking Ramadan?
- Ramadan?
- Mmm.
- Fuck Ramadan.
- Fuck Ramadan.
- And fuck you.
- Fuck me?
It's a bar.
You're here to drink.
You don't like it,
you can fuck off.
Hey, you're a fat cunt,
Webby.
Count these...
WEBBY: Skinks, Paddo reckons you got
in a bit of a scrap the other night.
(DOOR OPENS)
Yeah, yeah.
WEBBY: So, how many
were there, brother?
SKINK: I don't know,
they all look the same.
They're all a bunch
of perm heads.
(CHUCKLES)
So, did you flog 'em
or what?
Yeah, well... One of
them hit me in the face.
I had blood
coming out of my nose,
so I got him
in an arm bar,
and then I broke
his femur, and the...
- (SNICKERING)
- That's enough.
That's enough, man.
Even this will keep you
in the camp for a week.
Jesus.
You should follow
me down.
Shot you a rim job
with me missus.
Got a tongue like
a lizard.
- Oh, come on.
- (ALL LAUGHING)
Dib's gonna need
a little extra this week.
He got fired. It was a layoff thing.
It wasn't his fault, all right?
He needs a hand.
(GATE CLANGING)
(GATE BUZZING)
(BELL RINGS)
(GATE OPENING)
Look at you.
You could have got
a nom to come and get me.
Please. They can't hit 50
without shitting their pants.
Did you look after him?
Fucking, nos.
(ENGINE REVS)
- Wanna go home?
- Yeah.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Yeah.
Push your fucking back on it.
Push.
(MOANS)
Fuck!
(MOANS)
(PANTING)
Give it here.
(GROANS)
Oi.
It's the way
it should be.
(SIGHS)
Thank you.
I missed you.
I really
fucking missed you.
Yeah, I missed you too.
What was it like
in there?
You saw me in there.
That's what it's like.
Anyone try to
come after you?
And do what?
Give you the bash
or something?
(LAUGHS)
- Bash?
- Yeah.
Nah. No one tried
to give me the bash.
'Cause you're not
going back.
You're right.
I wanna try for
a kid again, Knuck.
What, Knuck wants his own
song to come in to, does he?
What, his own
national anthem?
(LAUGHTER)
Knuck!
Jeez! You look big.
Or bigger.
You still got that, uh,
skinny flexing arm?
Why, sure. Bomber.
You're still a vodka and
orange man, aren't you, Knuck?
Hey, look. A nice little pink
umbrella there for you, too.
Or do you want me to get you
a low carb beer?
Or maybe even a light?
How about we just
get down to business, huh?
Yeah, sure, Paddo.
Paddo tells me you want
30% to clean our paper.
Correct weight.
Okay.
What happens then?
Oh, you'll make money.
Legitimate money.
And you're not gonna try and
renegotiate your fee or anything?
Nah!
You have my word.
(MEN GRUNTING)
Back the fuck up.
And stay real fucking...
Hold on, hold on,
hold on.
- (SUGAR LAUGHING)
- Hey, look at me.
You think it's funny?
Can you read that?
Right?
That says "president."
So I'm still the president,
not him.
Not him. You ask me.
So, if I ever catch you talking
to any of my men about business,
I'll tie a dishwasher
around your ankles,
and I'll drop you
in one of your billabongs.
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
Hey, Knuck, you forgot to drink
your vodka and orange juice,
you fucking rude cunt.
Can you please put
your shirt on, mate?
Oh, you all right?
- I'm sorry.
- Jeez!
Fuck.
What are you reading?
New cars?
Mark doesn't drive cars,
just Harleys.
Yeah, well, I'll be
driving it, won't I?
Are you driving to
Knuck's party tonight?
I'm gonna try
and be with Josie.
I don't think that's
a very good idea.
Why?
Because you and her
are different.
You're different than Mark.
Well, I just don't think she'll
be very nice to you, okay?
She's nice to me. She's
nice to me all the time.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey, one on the pokeys.
- What happened?
- PADDO: Oh, he threw it straight back at Sugar.
KATRINA: That was supposed
to get Skink square, Mark.
Do you realize what
that means?
If Knuck doesn't do this,
I'll kill him, Mark.
You need to convince him.
I'll take care of it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
KNUCK:
What the fuck is he wearing?
PADDO:
We got new hoodies.
KNUCK: Take it off.
PADDO: What?
What are you looking
at him for?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
Well, you seem like a real
fucking prospect, don't you?
Who are you?
I'm David Seamus.
He's an accountant.
So you've been
counting my money?
Yeah.
You look at him again while
I'm asking you a question,
I'm gonna bite
your fucking nose off.
PADDO:
He's a good kid, Knuck.
We could use him.
I'll tell you what, David.
You take that thing off,
go outside and put it
in that big fire.
- Fuck off.
- Yeah.
- KNUCK: They're banned.
- Why?
Because we're a 1% club,
not a fucking netball team.
Hey, Notu, do us
a favor, would ya?
- Yo.
- Take off the hoodies, whoever's got 'em.
Fuck! I knew he wouldn't
have liked them.
- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hey, Josie.
Hi, Adam.
What are you doing?
Talking to you.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
You got a new tat.
Yeah.
I got it for Knuck.
I'm thinking of getting
one on me bonnet.
You know,
as a surprise.
Why the fuck
would you do that?
'Cause he would
fucking love it.
Do you want any drugs?
I got some.
You know we're not allowed to
in the clubhouse, Skink.
You don't have to
pay for any.
What would I have to do?
What would you do?
Would I have to fuck you?
You can if you want.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Let me think about it.
You make sure that every nom
can ride from here on.
Every one of them.
I'll get 'em around to it.
I don't care if you make him jump
through rings of fucking fire, Webby.
Just make sure they don't
embarrass me on a run.
HAYLEY: Come out and have
a drink with your men.
You haven't seen most
of them for three years.
Go talk to 'em.
About what?
I don't know.
Ask them how they've been.
Can you move for a sec?
Please?
I swear on this nom.
This accountant.
You look good, bro.
(MEN HOLLERING)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
CROWD: Whoa!
KNUCK:
You had enough, Noisy?
You nominated this prick,
all right?
You're gonna look him in the eye
and flog him like I flogged you.
Hear that, Noisy?
Look up.
(MEN EXCLAIM)
(GROANS IN PAIN)
KNUCK: Stand him up.
Stand him up, Webby.
Stand him up.
You have David Seamus,
who's the fucking accountant.
Do you swear allegiance
to me,
and the Copperhead
Motorcycle Club, Australia?
- Yes.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
- To me?
- Yes.
(PANTING)
Look at me.
Hmm?
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(GRUNTS IN PAIN)
Hmm?
(ALL EXCLAIM)
- (LANDS BLOW)
- (ALL EXCLAIM)
So... I'm back.
And there's a lot of faces
here I don't know.
I've never seen 'em
before in my life.
I have no idea
who you are.
I don't know
who the fuck you are.
But you've all been
vouched for.
So I will say what,
we'll see.
You wanna nominate anyone,
you bring him before me.
Me only.
You understand?
ALL: Yes.
Answer your pres!
ALL: Yes!
Get him up.
MAN: Come on, come on.
(MEN HOLLERING)
I got you.
(PANTING)
- All the best.
- (ALL CHEERING)
Copperhead forever!
Copperhead forever!
(ALL CHANT INDISTINCTLY)
Webby, love him up,
sew him up.
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MEN CHEERING)
(REVVING)
(MOANING)
Thanks.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Welcome back, Pres.
Looks like a big
fucking lolly.
(ALL LAUGH)
Already got a bike.
(WHISTLES) Hey!
Someone's gonna work dick
and that's me!
(ALL CHEER)
Bloody Tracey, everybody.
(ALL CHEERING)
Pay up.
(SCOFFS)
Bullshit.
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
You're fucking smoking.
Stop it.
- Boost!
- Fluke.
No, it's not.
I never miss.
I'm too good.
Good shot.
That bike looks
very flash.
I thought you were gonna
take care of this, Mark.
Knuck, can I have a word?
In a minute?
Right now.
Yeah, what now? It must feel
different being out, I know.
Feel different being here. I've
only tried to make you feel welcome.
- Welcome?
- Yes, Knuck.
In here, my club?
- You asked me to look after things.
- Yeah.
To look after the men.
I've done what you asked.
- I wanted you to...
- What?
I wanted to hand it back to you in
better shape than when you went in.
More money, more men.
No trouble.
Things are different now.
If we're smart,
everything changes.
We'll never have to look
over our shoulder ever again.
- We never have to worry about money.
- (SCOFFS)
We never have to
worry about other clubs.
About the fucking Jacks?
Oh, is that what your
fucking mate Sugar told you?
What the fuck
is your obsession with...
Listen. Listen to me.
And you listen really
fucking carefully.
Things aren't different
out here now.
Not while I'm involved.
Hmm?
And I don't want
anyone's help.
Do you understand that?
And I'm not gonna
split money,
and I'm never, ever gonna sit around
the table with some other cunt
from another club and talk about
how we can help each other.
And I never asked you
to do any of that.
Did I?
- Did I? No.
- No.
Now, we've got more money.
And we've got more men, for
good or bad, we're fine now.
So thank you.
(METAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WHISPERS) What the fuck, Skink?
Shut the fuck up.
So, what do you got?
I got some goey.
(LAUGHS) Some speed?
Fuck that, Skink.
Wait.
I got some hezza.
It's mine.
But I'm not supposed
to have it.
So, you can't tell.
If I give it to you,
you cannot tell.
Do you like that?
(GASPS)
(GASPING)
(METAL MUSIC CONTINUES BLARING)
(LAUGHS) Hey, brother!
Must be good to
have him back.
Yeah, it is.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Bet he can't keep
his hands off you.
Yeah.
He did okay,
your bloke.
Yeah, he had some help.
Knuck will take it
from here but.
Yeah, we'll see,
I guess.
I may not be that smart,
but I do know
paying someone else
to do something you can
do yourself
is fucking stupid.
- (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
- (PANTING)
Hey, hey...
Josie licked my ears.
Uh-huh?
Just ears?
She touched my dick too.
(LAUGHING)
I knew it!
I fucking knew it!
It's just...
It's all just
part of the initiation.
Yeah.
- It happened to me.
- Yeah.
I had my nose broken
and everything.
Yeah, yeah. Paddo told me.
Yeah, it's all good.
So where are you from?
Uh, Sydney.
Come over to go to uni.
You're being a real
smart fucker.
(CHUCKLES)
Smart fucker who
likes to ride motorbikes.
Sort of, yeah.
I only started last year when
I met Katrina and Paddo, so...
And you like 'em?
You like
Paddo and Katrina?
Yeah.
They're real good people.
Paddo...
Really looks after
his brother.
Like no other.
So, what are you riding?
A, uh, Sportster.
Hmm.
You can ride that new thing
if you want.
That's your present.
Not really my style.
I could teach you
to ride.
- If you want.
- Yeah.
All right.
We could
come a few rounds with me.
Show you around.
- You wanna?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You're awesome.
What the fuck
are you doing?
What the fuck are you...
I told you!
Get off me!
Shut up, bitch.
Get off me!
You fucking slut!
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
Let her go.
Let her go.
Get your hands off her.
Let her go.
What is going on?
Look at her.
She's off her fucking chops.
You fucking slut.
(SNIFFS)
Hey! Are you fucking stupid?
Seriously! What the fuck is wrong with you?
What's this?
Jesus fucking...
Come here, you...
I get out one fucking day.
I'm out one fucking day,
and you want me to
go back to fucking prison?
This is fucking heroin.
It wasn't mine.
KNUCK: It's not yours?
Where'd you get it?
Where did you
fucking get it?
Who?
- Who?
- Skink!
- Come here.
- I'm sorry Skink.
I didn't sell it
to her.
I didn't sell it
to her, Knuck.
You gonna hit me?
You simple fuck.
Your old man should have
drowned you at birth.
(SOBBING)
You're out.
No, Knuck...
Webby, you fat fuck,
take his cards.
Knuck, I can... No!
- No, no, Webby.
- Take it off.
- No, this is my jacket!
- WEBBY: Take it off.
This is my jacket!
- Take it off.
- I fought with this jacket! No! No, no!
You know
I didn't mean it.
Come on.
(SOBBING)
KNUCK:
Turn on the music.
Turn it back on now.
(DOORS CLOSING)
(CLAMORING)
(SOBBING)
KATRINA:
He pissed himself, Mark.
Okay, come on. It's all right.
You're all right.
You're all right, mate,
you're all right.
Breathe.
Come on,
you're all right.
You wanna take a shower?
Let's take a shower.
- Come on. Hey, hey, hey.
- (CONTINUES SOBBING)
Let's take a shower.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(BEEPING)
(WASHING MACHINE WHIRRING)
(MOTORBIKES ROARING)
Ah, fuck.
(SNIFFS)
Hey, we're off? I think
we're done here, so...
What's got into you?
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
What are you doing?
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
Let go of me,
you fuckin' cunt.
Get off me.
- (SCREAMING)
- (SHUSHING)
Bugger.
Shut up.
(SHUSHES) Shut up.
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
(SHUSHING)
(GRUNTING)
(SHUSHES)
(GRUNTS)
(WHISTLING)
Just throw your shit
on the fuckin' floor.
Kid gone, eh?
I'll be outside
doing some quin.
(DOOR CLOSES)
We should move away
from here.
- Why?
- Just...
Enjoy.
Where?
Queensland.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
I fucking hate
Queensland.
Where else
would you go?
You wouldn't know anyone
there, Mark.
Yeah, that's the point.
That's the point.
I don't know anyone there.
Fresh start.
No baggage.
You listen to me,
we're not going anywhere.
We've worked too hard to get to where
we are, we're not giving that up.
And I know you'll do
whatever it takes
to look after us, that's
why I love you so much.
That's why those men
love you,
that's why Knuck
is so fucking threatened.
You are not
the sort of man
that walks away
from anything.
(ENGINE REVVING)
PADDO:
He won't budge.
- Yeah, I know.
- I need more time.
(SCOFFS)
You don't have the numbers
to overthrow Knuck.
- Maybe I do.
- No, you don't.
And you know why?
Because he is the club.
He is the president
and he is protection.
And you're none of that.
Give me a week
and I'll get it done.
You're not fuckin' listening,
are you, Paddo?
I don't wanna do
business with him.
Because in the end,
he'll just fuck it up
for no other reason other than
the fact that he likes to fight.
But I wanna do
business with you.
My advice?
You take him out.
You'll live with what's left
and you keep building.
Come into business with me and
you'll make more legitimate money
than you've ever made
in your fuckin' life.
And if you don't,
I'll kill your brother
by the end of the week.
You kill him, you're
going to have to kill me.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, Web.
Hello.
How you doing?
Yeah, going good.
(DOOR OPENS)
KNUCK: Hey.
What?
What?
First night out,
you could've come home.
I fell asleep
at the club.
I'm here.
Hmm?
What are you doing?
What the fuck does it
feel like I'm doing?
- Something like that.
- Yeah?
You still have it
when you're hungover.
Stop it, please, Hayley,
just, not, hey...
Stop it.
Maybe you just
getting old, eh?
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe it's you getting old?
Maybe I don't wanna
stick it in you.
You're a cunt.
- (ZIPS ZIPPER)
- (DOOR CLOSES)
Hayley.
Hayley! Hayley!
Hayley, you know
I didn't fuckin' mean that.
KATRINA: Mark.
Mark.
Hey, Mark.
What did he say?
He said to kill Knuck.
Rebuild.
Take control.
Go into
business with him.
And Skink's okay.
So just do it,
if that's
the only way.
Well, we'll do
what we talked about.
Run?
It's not running.
I don't need this.
I kill Knuck,
ten years later, in the end,
it doesn't fuckin' matter,
someone kills me,
Skink,
or you.
Kill him.
(WHISPERS)
Save your brother.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Can I sit down?
Where'd you get this?
SKINK: Dad's stuff.
It's me bookmark.
We'll be all right, eh?
Yeah.
Always have been,
haven't we?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Knuck.
That your choice?
I choose my brother.
You're out as well then.
PADDO: No, he's not
gonna survive by himself.
He's your fuckin'
brother too.
He's a brother to
every single one of ya.
Did you tell the men
what you've turned down?
Your brothers?
Money.
Hundreds of thousands.
A chance for every one
in the club to share in it.
To build something
legitimate.
Something that Jacks
can't touch,
but you didn't want that,
did you, Knuck?
No.
You've been like
a fuckin' father to me.
You're a dumb cunt,
Knuck.
You know what your fuckin'
problem is, do you?
Tell me.
You're not fucking real.
You're a fake.
You like all this, you like
the leather, you like the ink.
You like the motorbikes.
Then you might as well
be a male model or a fag.
Yeah, you're right, Knuck.
Maybe I am a fake.
We've all got
our secrets.
Don't we?
Don't we?
(GRUNTS)
Knuck, fuck you.
(THUDDING)
(ALL CLAMORING)
Take your fuckin' hands
off him.
Put the fuckin' gun down
before I shove it up your arse!
Shut the fuck up,
you black cunt!
I'm the fucking president.
Me.
You understand?
Knuck!
You're with me
or you're not.
- (GROANING)
- It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
(GROANING)
- MAN 1: Fuckin' pussy.
- MAN 2: Fuck off.
(BIKE ENGINES REVVING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- MAN 1: Fuck Knuck.
- MAN 2: Fuck him.
(MEN DISSING INDISTINCTLY)
(LAUGHTER)
Fuck Knuck!
I want sluts. Ah!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oi, what's this shit? What the
fuck happened to your face?
(DOOR CLOSES)
What happened to you?
Knuck did it,
he threw him out.
No, Knuck...
He didn't throw me out.
Well, if...
You're out.
Get the fuck!
- What?
- What the fuck...
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Hey, hey, hey.
Fuck!
PADDO: Everyone
get the fuck out now.
Everyone get
the fuck out!
Now!
(MUTTERING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(MEN LAUGHING)
Hey.
He's made up his mind,
there's nothing I can do.
Yeah, well, Mark didn't
do anything wrong.
Yeah, but he chose.
It's his brother.
Yeah.
A simpleton who can't
keep out of trouble,
and you know what?
Fuck Paddo.
Knuck has done everything
for him.
You really believe
that, don't you?
I know that.
I thought you were smart.
He fucks around
on you Hayls,
with men.
- Oh, yeah? (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHING)
Yeah.
- You're pathetic.
- It's true.
Is it?
All you wanna be
is me.
I've seen it in
your crazy fuckin' eyes.
Be you?
Yeah.
You got nothing I want.
I got Knuck.
And I got the clubhouse.
You go in there,
and I'll have your
fucking teeth kicked in.
Now, fuck off.
Okay.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
Here, Knuck asked me
to get it for you.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Huh?
Shouldn't you be
with Paddo?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
She's hot.
SKINK: Yeah.
(SOFA CREAKING)
I spoke to Mark, he
made a deal with Sugar.
What deal?
Hmm, doesn't matter,
'cause
he's not gonna take it.
So we're gonna
have to move.
Mmm, go
on the run actually.
Why?
Where are we gonna go?
I don't know.
Everything he's worked so hard for, just...
(SNAPS FINGERS).
Gone.
And we'll be looking over our
shoulder forever, you know why?
Because you mucked up.
Adam.
Again.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's not all your fault, Knuck
shouldn't have kicked him out.
He didn't do anything
wrong, did he?
You did.
Adam.
Look at me.
Mark might not love you
anymore after all this mess.
(EXCLAIMING IN GRIEF)
(DOOR OPENS)
The fuck are
you doing here?
I thought Knuck was here.
No, he's not.
Is that why you broke in,
so you could shoot him?
(SOBBING)
(SOBBING) Yes,
but not you, Hayley.
You need to leave,
Adam.
Go on, go home.
(SNIFFLES)
You'll tell.
No.
I won't.
I can't go home
unless I shoot him.
- Get the fuck...
- (GUNSHOT)
(THUDDING)
(GASPS)
(SOBBING)
(GRUNTING)
Kate.
- You seen Skink?
- Mmm-mmm.
He's not here?
Oi.
Oi, hey.
Skinky!
Adam!
(ADAM SOBBING)
(ADAM SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
(GASPS)
(GASPING)
MARK: Fuck!
I just want you
to love me.
(GRUNTING)
Mark, what's...
How could you say
those things to him?
How could you do that?
To him!
Well, you weren't
gonna do it.
I can't fucking do it!
(CRIES)
Well, I'm sorry,
Mark, but he's gone.
So take charge,
man up.
- (GRUNTS)
- (WHIMPERS)
He fuckin' shot Hayley.
(GASPS)
- (GRUNTING)
- (GASPS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(SHUDDERS)
Hayley, who?
Who, who, who?
- Who?
- Where were you?
Fuck off, cunt!
Who? Tell me.
I told you
not to trust him.
(GURNEY RATTLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GUNS COCKING)
- How many more?
- They're getting here as fast as they can.
Fuckin'...
Come on, David and Burn,
cover the back door.
Right! Up against the windows!
(GASPING)
You stay here,
you understand?
It'll be right, eh?
(GASPING)
Hey, Knuck,
what's going on?
- Where are your colors?
- In the car.
- Go get 'em.
- What?
Go and get 'em!
(ENGINE REVVING)
KATRINA: I don't wanna do this.
I don't want.
Please, don't do this.
- Please don't.
- Get in the fucking car.
(SOBBING)
You stay here,
you die!
Go.
- Fuckin' go!
- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
They're not coming,
let's just go.
Fuck up!
There's not
enough of us, Motu.
Well, fuck off then, cunt.
I'm just saying, there's
only fuckin' four of us.
(GASPS)
Fuckin' hell.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck, no.
(SOBBING)
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!
No! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
(SCREAMING)
- Come on, man! We're not a fuckin'...
- (MOTU TALKS INDISTINCTLY)
- (SHUSHES)
- MOTU: ...the same.
Shut the fuck up.
- Dibs, go around the side.
- This is fuckin' easy for him.
Motu, go with him.
Do the fuckin' thing. Fuck.
(BIKES APPROACHING)
(GUN COCKS)
(BIKE ENGINES REVVING)
Fuck.
- Fuck.
- What are you doing?
I can't do it, Motu!
- You fuck...
- I'm fuckin' out of here.
Get the fuck...
- What are you fuckin' doing?
- (GRUNTS)
Come back here,
you fuckin' dog!
Can we go through?
All right,
go, go, go, go.
- Keep on fuckin' moving!
- Okay.
(EXHALES)
Fuck.
Webby, go out
the front door.
And do what?
Fuckin' kick it in.
Psst. Turn around, cunt.
- (GRUNTS)
- Shit!
MAN: Fall back, fall in.
(SCREAMING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
Go, I'll get in the back,
go, go, go.
Webby, you fuckin' go in,
go, go, go.
(GUNSHOTS)
- MAN: We're not going anywhere.
- KNUCK: You fuckin' go in!
We're not
going anywhere.
- David!
- David, where are you fucking going?
Come with me,
you fuckin'...
(BIKE ENGINE REVVING)
Where are you going,
you soft cunt?
Get back here!
- (SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)
- Please, no.
KNUCK: Go, fucking move!
- Don't, don't, don't...
- Move!
- Please!
- (GRUNTS)
Go, shoot him!
Please!
Fuck, fuck, go.
- Keep movin'.
- (WHIMPERING)
Go. Move, move,
move.
Don't look back, don't
look back, come on.
Go, go, go.
Fuckin' go.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BOTH PANTING)
(SHUDDERS)
(SHUSHES) Hey, hey,
shut the fuck up.
Shh.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
Oi, Mark.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
That didn't work out too
good for you, did it?
- Hmm?
- (MARK GASPING)
You came to kill me.
- (GROANING)
- Eh?
ADAM: I did.
I didn't mean
to shoot Hayley.
You sent a fuckin'
half-wit to do it?
I wanted to
'cause I don't
like you, Knuck.
- I fuckin' hate you.
- I don't fuckin' like you either, Adam.
I fuckin' hate you,
you're a fucker.
(GROANING)
- Brother...
- What's that?
No, see, David, he can't
go anywhere, can you?
Right, 'cause he killed
a big, black cunt.
You see, we're
all in this together.
Including you.
(SCREAMS)
Fuck you!
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
Markie, Markie,
look at me.
- Move!
- ADAM: No.
Get out of
the fucking way!
- No. (SOBS)
- Get out of the fuckin' way.
Get out of the fucking way!
No! Do it!
Do it!
Do it, Knuck.
Do it, do it, do it.
Shoot me!
Mark, Mark, Mark.
No, no, no,
please don't die, Markie.
- (GROANING)
- Hey, you'll be okay, Mark.
Mark.
No.
No. (SOBBING)
Mark!
Markie.
Markie, look at me.
You'll be all right,
Markie.
- (GROANING)
- (SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
(SNIFFLES)
You'll be right.
We'll be right, Mark.
(GROANING)
Hey.
Hey.
(GROANING)
Hey, Mark.
We'll be right.
Mmm.
(GUNSHOT)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(SNIFFLES)
(SOBBING)
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
You look good.
Does that hurt?
Must've started in here,
did it?
Where you got
the taste?
You think me fucking someone
like what, makes me what,
a fuckin' fag?
Not a fucking faggot.
You see, in here
or out there...
It makes me a king.
You tell yourself whatever
you need to, I don't care.
- I'm done.
- (LAUGHS)
- You're done?
- Yeah.
Webby's going
to testify.
His sentence
is going to be suspended.
You're out.
He's going to be president. Well,
that's what we'll call him anyway.
But it'll be me pulling
the strings,
it's my club now,
- it's all you left me.
- (LAUGHING)
(CACKLING)
It's never gonna happen.
It's fucking happened.
(SIGHS)
Rot in hell.
Hayley, sit down!
Hayley!
- HAYLEY: Open up.
- Sit fuckin' back down.
Hayley.
Hayley!
Fuck! Hayley!
Hey.
Good thing
you're here.
You can help me
clean up.
I want this place
fuckin' spark...
(GUNSHOT)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(PUNK SONG PLAYING)