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Son of a Gun (2014)
Open your mouth. Wider.
Turn your head to the side, let's see behind your ear. And then your other ear. Anything in your pockets? Empty it all out and hand it over to me. Right. I want all your gear off, place it in this plastic bag. OK, look at me. Pop your hands right up, let's see under your armpits. Turn your hands the other way, wiggle your fingers. Foot down, other foot up. Wiggle your toes. I want you to drop down, give us a big squat, and cough. You ever been in prison before or been locked up? You have enemies or anyone who might have a problem with you in this place? Good. Keep your nose clean. Six months with time off, you'll be out in three. You want anyone on your phone account? - No. - Family? No. Time for a fresh start, then. Turn to the side. Front. Look at the camera. A and D, get what you need, grilles shut in two minutes. Open grilles B and D. Come on, move. Rock'n'roll! Alright. This is you. Come on, in you go. White in-house. Hey, boy. Nowhere to fuckin' go, mate, hey? Come on, mate. Let's go. Hey? Let's go. Can't be that obvious. What the fuck do you want? Bad move. What? He's got you checkmate. It's alright. What? He's got you checkmate in three moves. Fuck off. No, he hasn't. Show me. Well, your king opens up... Whoa, whoa. What you doing? I didn't tell you to sit down. I said show me the move. OK. Checkmate. You fucker. So what's all the staring about? You taken a little shine to me? I read about you. You're the guy who... Shut it! I'm no-one. You get it? In here, we're all no-one. - Right? - Alright. And that includes them. Beat it. Go on. What are you doing? Whoa. Steady. Just trying to be neighbourly. OK? Fuck the neighbours. That's not gonna help. You got any better suggestions? Didn't think so. SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC Go on, hit me. You can hit me. Fuckin' hit me! White, get up. You obviously didn't hear me the first time. Keep your nose out of other people's stuff. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. State your medical emergency. Could you send a guard in, please? Ben's dying. He's bleeding everywhere. Please hurry. Send a guard in now. Fuck. Fuck. Move away from him. Hang on, mate. Hang in there, buddy. Call for a B Kit, mate. Keep pressure on it, Denis. See our little friend didn't make it. See ya round. TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC Whoa-ho-ho. There you are. Got a problem, have we? Fuck off. Fuck off! Are your ears painted on? You heard the man. - Fuck off, chunk! - Fuck you! Take your fucking poodles with you, you chunky cunt. Merv, get in your cell. Come here, sit down. Sit down. In game three of the most famous chess tournament in history between Bobby Fischer and Boris Spassky, Bobby played an opening move he'd never played before. Eh? It means 'son of sorrow'. If you commit to this, there's no going back. If you play this opening, you're saying 'I'm not interested in a draw. A draw cannae help me. This is all or nothing. This is a fight to the death. ' Now, if you want to take action... ...then make it count. No half measures. 'Cause unless you're planning on fighting plaque, this is not gonna stop Dave and his cronies. Now, son, I can sort this for you. But then I'm gonna need your help on the outside. To do what? What do you think? I'm looking at 20 years without parole in this shithole. 25, once I sort your wee problem. And what if I say no? Well... Dave has some very ugly friends. Both inside and outside of prison. You might find you need something more than a toothbrush. Go on. Think about it. Go on. Get the fuck off me, you fuckin'...! Get off him, cunt! Fuck off, Brendan. This is none of your fuckin' business. Well, the business model's changed, Dave. Go, go, go, go. Just walk. Walk, walk, walk. Shut up, cunt! Go on. Keep walking. Keep walking. Come on. Keep walking. Get in the cell. Go on. Go, go, go, go. No. No, I'm not happy. I wanted blue and white and red - the colours of the bloody Aussie flag, you dimwit. We're not throwing a Tupperware party. She's our future State Premier. Fuck! Fucking loser. You got something for me? Guys. Do you mind? Sorry, boss. He says you know the game. You mean chess? Which fucking game am I playing? Monopoly? What's my next move? Pawn to king four. Get the fuck outta here. Yeah, he takes the bait, then his knight's opened up to your bishop. See? Right. The sacrificial lamb. Yeah. Josh, give him the suitcase. Josh, suitcase. This is where you're staying. It's right on the beach. Da? Look, I know it's been a while, but try not to drool... it's not a good look. - Faggot. - What did you say? What? Did I just call you a faggot? Sorry, mate, I've got Tourette syndrome. Yeah, it's a real problem. Faggot. Hi. Hi. I'm Tasha. Friend of Sam's. I'm just going to use your, uh, toilet. It's just to the left. Hey, do you want a beer? I'm here to drop something off. Still, no harm in a beer, right? That's everything you need. Cash, phone... So, um, what's the plan? Keep the phone charged, and when it rings, answer it. Someone will tell you what to do. You government? - Sam sent me. - Sam who? Fucking no idea. Little bald guy. Sam. Sit down here, mate. You from around here? Nah. Don't need a room, do ya? - Got one going here. - Nah. Pills? Ecstasy. You know that? - Huh? - You know what ecstasy is? Yeah. I don't have these. I love this bit. Forever young I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever Whenever... - What do you have? Forever young I want to be forever young... You'll like what I got. Check that out. Russian grenade. Actually, no, give that back, you'll blow us both up. Right. Um... MP5K. Special Forces. M4. Infantry. M60. Rambo III. What's in there? Oh, that's just for my own personal use. But seeing as you're asking... RPG-7. For the invasion. Alright, that lot'll set you back 18 G's. And I'll chuck in free training. You want one? Help you concentrate. You see that wagon? That's your target. I want you to take that out with the M60. Alright? Short bursts. It's a bit different when you're shooting at real people. Covering fire! Come on! Fuck. Where is it? Fucking phone... Tasha? Hey, kid. You're on for tomorrow. Don't miss that flight. Hey, mate. Where's the Scenic Flights? Oh, just up there to the left, mate. Alright, thanks. TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ...air traffic, Fremantle Helicopter, Kilo Echo Bravo, we'll be conducting orbits around Fremantle. - First time, kid? - Uh-huh. Me too. Only kidding. Been doing this for 15 years without a hiccup. - 1983... - Oh, fuck. ...we won the America's Cup... For the first time in 123 years, it ran outside of New York. - Turn off the radio. - What the fuck are you doing? Turn off the radio and put this into your GPS. Settle down, kid. - Do it. Just do it! - Just stop there, man. Hey, your old lady still sucking cock? I haven't eat'n your missus out for a week. Yeah? Fuck's going on? Open the yard door. Open the fucking door, or I'll pop him! - Just open the door. - Calm down. I'll fucking pop him! Do it! Go, go, go! We have a hostage situation. Get the fucking keys! - Get the fucking keys! - They're stuck! I'm fucking trying! Come on! Get it open! Come on. Where is he? - I'm gonna fucking... - Where is he? - He'll be here! - Get down on the ground now! You fucking stay where you are! Stay where you fucking are! Stay down, or I'll fucking pop him. Don't do it! Put the gun down! Stay down! Open up on them! Back off! Whoo! OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC Put him on the fucking ground. Move! - Come on! - Get him down! Let's go get a burger! I'm assuming you chose this one for the leather upholstery. Come on, come on, come on, come on. How's this fucking thing...? Hey! ...minimise exposure to the fumes. In breaking news, the police have released the identities of three inmates who escaped from the State's... Here we are. ...maximum security prison earlier today. Notorious armed robbers Brendan Lynch and Craig Sterling and convicted rapist Mervyn Rider, who was sentenced to ten years for the rape of a Perth schoolgirl... - ... the daring prison break... - Did you know about that? Told me it was GBH. Fucking shitbag. Here comes the fat fuck now. Alright? Yeah, I know that place. Last time I bought a takeaway there, my mate found two big slugs in his burger. What, like garden slugs? Garden. Outhouse. Shithouse. How could you tell? Get up. You shouldn't have lied to us. You're on your own now. Tell them anything useful, someone will be waiting for you on the inside. Come on, let's go. Other car. Hey. Keys. What do ya reckon? Pretty sweet, eh? Single entry. Too high to jump. Something goes wrong, we're sitting ducks. We'll get some sheets, tie 'em together and hang 'em over the edge. Have you seen what's out here? I haven't had a fuck for six years, mate. Relax. Have a beer. - Here. - Where's my suitcase? FLAMENCO-STYLE GUITAR Alright, Ken. Still Sam's doorman, eh? Dobrodoao, Brendan. Wait here. Jesus. You know much about art? Don't fucking touch that. You know it's a waste of fucking time. If it's worth anything, you can't fence it. Stick to cash and jewellery, son. Hey. 'Minister fears for his life. ' Come up. Hey, I've found something you'll like. Do you know how much gold is worth these days? It's three times what it was when you went inside. And where does it all come from? - Africa. - Kalgoorlie. Look, if it's a job, I'll have to wait till the heat's off. It can't wait. And if you're not going to do it, then I can't tell you what it is. Nice try, Sam. Or the seven-figure sum involved. What? We're gonna go after the supplier. Go on. The Gold Room will be holding five or six bars. That's 4.5 million of portable, untraceable moolah once we get it to Melbourne. You said yourself, you might as well be hung for a sheep as for a goat. No, I said if you're gonna be hung for stealing a sheep, you might as well fuck it, as well. Baa. Hm? It's about your fundraiser. Sorry, I've gotta take this. Yeah... Look at you. All fucking grown up. See yourself as a father-figure, do you? That's funny. FLANGED ELECTRIC GUITAR Tasha, come here. Sometimes I go down to the club And see all the beautiful people dancing all around The pretty girls come up to me And I don't know what the fuck to do TECHNO MUSIC Alright, mate. You have a lighter? I liked you better without the jacket. If you're trying to be one of them, it doesn't suit you. Maybe you could take me shopping. What, and buy you some taste? - This one's off limits. - Mind your own business, Josh. Come on, Tash. You know the rules. - What d'ya think you're doing? - Get off me! Fuck off! What's he doing? Help! - Help! - Take my hand! - Take my hand! - Swim! Swim! Fucking hell. - It was an accident. - Fucking idiot! - Hey! - I'll fucking kill you! Always just blending in, aren't you? Eh? Where you going? The party's just started! Jump in. ROMANTIC MUSIC Cheer up, you'll dry in no time. Must be nice not to worry about money. Driving that car, living in that big house. Well, that was what I thought in the beginning. I'm not sleeping with him, if that's what you're asking. I never thought you were. Not anymore. If you're not sleeping with him, why does he keep you around? The same reason you bought that dumb leather jacket - thinks it makes him look good. Check this out. They're really good dumplings. You have to try one. Try. Is it your first time? Come on. Bit more higher up. Relax. Relax the hand. There you go, try now. OK? - So how did he find you? - He advertised on the internet. They said it was easier to get a visa if you're a student. Work for two years, so you get a certificate and a passport. That's the theory. Never saw anyone get a passport yet. Why do you stick around? Why don't you just flog the Porsche and drive to Broome? He caught the last girl who tried something like that. A kitchen fire, on the police report. Is there anyone back home who can help? No. How about your people? Last time I was home, my dad gave me this as a Christmas present. Well, at least you have something to remember him by, huh? He should've taught you how to swim, though. Try your sticks again. That's the first time I've seen you laugh. We have to go. Fucking JR! Did you give your ferret a run? Huh? Did you give your ferret a run? Let me have a word with the boy, will you, Sterlo? Did you have a good night last night, did you? We ate dumplings. Ate dumplings. What else did you do? Just dumplings. - I told you, nothing happened. - Yeah. I know. If it had, Sam would've made you both shark food by now. Is that it? Can I...? You listen to me. You listen very fucking carefully. Right? You do not bend the rules for a piece of skirt! Now, you stop thinking with your bloody dick, and get with the program, or you are fucking out, right? What's it gonna be? Tell me right fucking now. I'm... I'm with the program. Good. Sam came through with a new place. - Sterlo! - Yeah? Sam came through with a new place. Good. This is better. - Yeah. Fucking great. - Fucking perfect. MOODY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC How solid is the intel? We've got security codes, work rosters up the wazoo. What about access IDs? My inside man's gonna get them once we've sorted the crew. - So, are we on? - We're on. - Understood? - OK, great. There's about a dozen panic buttons in the building. The front door cannot be circumnavigated, no matter how hard we huff and puff. So we'll cut our way in the night before. It's important to get the jump on them, so someone will crawl into the vent and drop down from the ceiling five minutes before the pour. This monkey will wave his gun around, do a bit of crowd control, and then get one of the staff to open the front door where the rest of us will be waiting. So who's the monkey? There's no margin for error. You fuck this up and one of them hits the panic button, then it's, 'Whoo-ooh,' game over. But, if they're scared enough, they won't do shit. So you get your gun right in their fucking head, say, 'Don't fucking move or I'll fucking waste you. ' You look like you mean it, they'll just about do anything you say. Come on, I've got to go see about a driver. Fuck. She needs fucking tightening. Maybe you're just not driving it right. - When did they let you out? - They didn't. The worst-case scenario is it'll be a real hornet's nest. I mean, choppers and assault rifles. In that case, we'll hightail it to our escape route, which will be here, like this. You two will be front-of-house here, while the young fella and I will be on gold duties. I'm supposed to be on the gold. You'll be front-of-house, alright? If you don't mind, I want Josh on the gold. I do mind. In the light of certain concessions... Fuck sake. Alright. Once we're in, JR, you'll be here with Sterlo. - Don't cry. - Something goes wrong... - What did you say? - I said, 'Don't cry. ' Come here. Come here, you little fucking prick! Get some drinks. Go and get some fucking drinks. Go. Fucking idiot. Yeah. Bad Girls Get down Pull me closer if you think you can hang Hands up, hands tied Don't go screamin' if I blow you with a bang Ahh, Suki Zuki I'm comin' in the Cherokee Gasoline There's steam on the window screen Take it, take it Wheels bouncing like a trampoline When I get to where I'm going, gonna have you tremblin' Hey, how about a lap dance? I'll get one of the girls. - We want you. - Get your hands off me! Oi! Get your hands off her. You heard what she said. - What are you, her manager? - Really? See this? - You see this? - Yeah. - Walk away. Fuck off. - Yeah, we get it. When I'm bangin' on my radio Back it, back it Yeah, pull up to the bumper game... Tasha. I suppose you think that was smart. - What if they call the police? - I can handle that. I can't. You're right. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. Wanna go for coffee or something? - Sam wouldn't like it. - Fuck Sam. Near your place, there's a footbridge to the beach. - Know it? - Yeah. I'm off at eight. I'll meet you there. What are you doing? - Oh, fuck! - Come. - Fuck! - Come, it's OK. Why couldn't we do this in a restaurant? - Too many people! - Shit! This is more relaxing. Relaxing? Really? As soon as you get out far enough, it's not a problem anymore. It's a problem for me. - I can't... - It's OK. It's OK. It's fine. When I was a kid, I hadn't quite learnt to swim yet. And my dad gets this stupid idea in his head that the best way to learn is to chuck me overboard. - And? - I drowned. Seriously, my heart stopped. What was it like? Once you stop thinking about it, it's... ...it's kind of peaceful. Two blonde children. I just liked them because they looked happy. It's not real. It's real for someone, isn't it? I don't know. You ever met a family like that? Me either. What's this anyway? A goodluck charm. How's that been working out for you? Not so great... until now. It... it says... 'Things are not as you imagine. ' Really? I think they generally are, though. What if I'm working for Sam, trying to win your confidence? Find your weakness. You can tell Sam all about it if you like. I don't give a fuck. We're gonna get that gold. I'll get my share, then you and me are gonna run off together. Sure. Like that's gonna happen. Just pack your bags and be ready. OK? Oh. What the fuck is this? All you had to be was on time. I know. I'm sorry I'm late. There's no margin for error here. That'll do, eh? Do you ever wonder, what if it doesn't all go to plan? Let me ask you something, kid. You think Danny Green ever thinks about losing a fight? - Hm? - Guess not. Of course he fucking does. But what he knows is he's a tough prick. He's got a trainer who'll look after him. And Brendan's the only bloke I know who's been blessed by fairies. If you want proof of that, you take a fucking look at me. I got three life sentences. Three of the fuckers. Here I am, free as a bird, doing what I like best. You follow Brendan... Look at me. You follow Brendan and guaran-fucking-teed, that's where the pot of gold will be. Except you both ended up in prison. INTRIGUING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC Paperwork and ID, boys. - All good, guys. - OK. Cheers. Bingo. Oh! Come on, just stick to the game plan. You'll do fine. Hey, you can do this. Alright? INTENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC OK, I see it. I'm in position. Alright, just hold tight. Only a few hours to go. Fuck! Fuck! Brendan, you there? Fuck! - What's going on? - I just dropped my torch. - Will they see it? - - I don't know. Well, will they see it or not? You're the one in the vent. It's your call. Fuck! I'm here now. Keep going. Keep going. Alright. Is everything OK? It's all fine. - What did he tell you? - Like you said. He wants to take his share, then him and me to run off together. Did you fuck him? I told him it was too dangerous. That's my girl. Goodnight, Sam. Right. Remember, stick together, stay in contact. And if you have to shoot, shoot their legs, OK? Yo? Someone called a faulty monitor? - It wasn't me, mate. - Well, someone did, mate. I've got a work order to fill here. Alright. Wait there. - Come on, get in! - Sit the fuck down. Sit down! Go now. You're on. Fuck. OK. Alright. OK. Don't fucking move! Nobody move! Nobody move! Get up! Get the fuck up! Get up! Get up! Get over here! Press that button and I'll fucking waste you! Don't press it! Open the fucking door! - Nobody move! - You, you, you! Get up! We just want the gold. We don't want to hurt anyone. We don't want any fucking heroic shit! - Keep moving! - Go! Go! On the ground! Get on the ground! - How we doing? - Clear. You? You're the manager? There's three responses - 'yes', 'no', or 'I'm not sure'. - Yeah, I'm the manager. - Get up, go! Take this one! You, supervisor, let's go. Let's move! We haven't got all day. Come on, let's go. Here, take my hand. Take my hand. Come on, it's OK. Alright, start the pour, just as you always do. - Come on! - Let's go. Keep your fucking head down! Sterlo, I'm supposed to be on the gold. Don't use my name, you fuck! You've been demoted. Now stay here. - I didn't! - Stay here! I didn't! Fuck! Go, go, go! Start the pour! Come on! Keep your fucking eyes on 'em. Keep your eyes on 'em! Don't fucking look at me! On the ground! Eyes to the ground now! Keep your fuckin' head down! - Kid, keep your eyes on him! - You alright? Is it four or five minutes to set? Uh, five minutes. You fucking idiot! Watch them. What the fuck is going on here? He was going for the door! Ah! Fuck! Alright, alright. Stop your bleating. We have to keep the pressure on, alright? I'm gonna tighten it now. One, two, three. Your job is to keep that tight. Keep pressure there. Babysit this piece of shit, will you? If he tries anything, fucking shoot him! Don't turn your back on them. Never turn your fucking back. - You're fucking dead! - Shut up! Put your fucking mask back on, dickhead. - I didn't... - Shut up! Hey, boys, the Jacks are onto us. The airways have lit up. Switch to plan B. OK, cool 'em down. Move! Move! Move! Move! Come on, let's fucking move! Move! OK, come on, let's go. - Join the others. - We've got them. - Come and get us. - On my way. - OK, let's do it. - Go get the other bag. Let's go, come on. Move, move, move. Go, go! Don't shoot! They've got guns! Don't shoot! They've got guns! They've got guns! - Don't shoot! - Hold your fire! Don't shoot! They've got fucking guns! Fucking move! - Let's go! Come on! - Move! OK, go! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Put pressure on it! Put pressure on it! Push it! It's his guts. I don't know what I'm fucking pressing on! Hang on, Sterlo. Josh, can you help? You're alright, Sterlo. You'll be alright. C'mon, put your foot down! Bastards! Fuckin' lose 'em, Chris! Ah, shit! I'm empty. Hang on, Sterlo. You're alright. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. Fuck! My little girl, she gets my cut. Oh, fuck! Hold on! SOMBRE PIANO Hold on. About fucking time. This piece of shit took me off the gold, and broke my fucking nose! - Get in the car. - Fucking amateur! - Come here, Josh. - What the fuck happened? - You're all over the news! - Your nephew happened. I took my eye off him for one second. I told you, put him on the gold with you! Yeah, and I told you this was my operation. I gave him a gun, he fucking shot someone! You want him out of the car or...? No, leave him in there. - I'm sorry about your mate. - Oh, that's very nice of you. I'm sure that's a sentiment that'll be shared by his wife. - How many bars you get? - Six. Six? Is good. We're all rich. Put them... put them in the car. Clean up. Burn the car. I'll cut the gold into smaller pieces. Drop your share off tonight. You can fence it yourself or use my guy in Melbourne. Alright. MELANCHOLY MUSIC Should we say anything? Goodbye, Sterlo. Where you're going, they don't give parole. - Hi. - Can I come in? Yes. I could go a cuppa. Sure. I'll put on the kettle. How do you take it? Black. No sugar. Sam said I could teach you not to keep secrets... Arrgh! Oh! From Tasha. 'Run. Sam set you up. ' Fuck! Keep going, keep going. - Yeah? - Why did you do it? I don't know who I'm talking to. Yeah, you're damn right about that. Keep an eye on the street. Albert Jones. This is it. I know this is not a fortune, but this will buy us some help in Melbourne. What's in Melbourne? That's where Sam turns gold into money. Enter One After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm Not fade away As we float from the shore Into the light Into the unknown Like thousands of lanterns Glowing with grace In glorious silence Descending through space To a friend A sister in need... You said your mates organised a handover to the Russian mob tomorrow or the next day, right? Well, this is where my mate reckons it's gonna happen. Port Melbourne. This intersection. This is the time. You know it? Pay him. - Thank you. - Cheers. Police are appealing for witnesses after the discovery of a burnt-out car - in Kalgoorlie... - You're on TV. ...the LandCruiser was found in an abandoned pit belonging to the KB Mining Corporation. Police believe the car is linked to convicted bank robber and prison escapee Brendan Lynch and 19-year-old Jesse-Ryan White. Investigators say they're the chief suspects in a brazen robbery two days ago that netted more than $10 million worth of gold. Fuck off! That's more than twice what we took. Everyone's ripping off everyone, eh? Isn't that right? What are you trying to say? Go out and get us some takeaway, will you? Post this while you're out. - What is it? - Dead man's cut. It's for Sterlo's wife. Post it your fucking self. You do as you're told. You fucking... Fuck off, you fucking arsehole. Say fucking mercy! - Say fucking mercy! - Fuck you! Say. Fucking. Mercy! Mercy. Mercy, mercy, mercy. Where do you get off blowing a fuse like that? I'm done with this shit. Find yourself another monkey. What are you gonna do, eh? Run off with that stupid cow? - You don't know shit. - You say that like you do! I've seen too many good men do time for birds like that. You stupid idiot! Only two races of people in this world. Did you know that? Some scientist looked way, way back in our evolution and he discovered that all humans come from just two kinds of monkey - the chimpanzee and the bonobo. They're almost indistinguishable. They're both primates, but have completely different characteristics. The chimp, if it's threatened or scared, will fight and in some cases even kill its own. But the bonobo, they just huddle together and fuck. Yeah, yeah, you're a lover or a fighter. The bonobo are almost extinct. You need to figure out which species you are. And you'd better do it quickly. - Thank you. - Thank you. Once this job comes off, we have to vanish. I mean, completely disappear. You can't do that with a girl in tow. They can't disconnect. There's always someone they got to get a message to. TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC Don't make the same mistakes I made. You've got to trust me on this, JR. The only woman I ever loved got me ten years without even trying. That should be enough to get her off your back. Tell her it's just for a couple of weeks, but you have to do this thing solo. Oh, fuck! Tasha! Tasha, what are you doing? For fuck's sake. Tasha... - Let me... - Hear me out for a... - ...fucking second, OK? - Let me go... Please... listen to me for a second! You're losing your grip, Brendan. Kids, Chinese takeaway. Your mate Sam has put a hit on you. Aye, it figures. How much am I worth, huh? What is it, 2,000? Well, that's... like $100 a day. No, no, no. It's not like that. It's not like that! OK, it's too dangerous for you here. Meet me on the Central Coast after we've done the job. - Sure! Like he told you to. - I need to see this through. Tasha, we need the money from this next job. And you think he's gonna give it to you? Huh? Haven't you figured this out? Why the hell do you think he keeps you around? He just needs some kid he can throw his shit on. Some kid, hey? Yes. And you're perfect. A mixed-up orphan looking for a father. See you around. I should have been wise like you, Wayne. Accepted the low pay hit and take all the risk while he offloads all the fucking gold. - What fucking gold? - The Kalgoorlie job. What, you didn't know that was him? He said that Josh was coming to town. So what the fuck are you doing here? I figured I would hit him. During the handover. If you came on board... ...you could be walking away with a few hundred grand. Now, I don't know what they're paying for the murder, but... ...I'm pretty sure it's not that, eh? MELANCHOLY MUSIC Fuck! It's Tasha. Leave a message. You were right. Things are not as you imagine. Pressure can be a bitch sometimes. Every fucker telling you, 'Do this. Don't do this. ' Happy birthday. That's a Tanfoglio. Takes 15 in the clip and one in the chamber. Fuck you. Oh, don't be so fucking sensitive. Get up. We're going out. This will be the spot. That's from Sam. It's just a key. Yeah, it's a key. It's a key to the gold. The gold where? Watch this. Ken! Come on, Ken! Come out with your fucking hands up! I know you're there, mate. Come on, Ken! Come out! Check the driver. Oh, Josh, Josh. What were you handing over? Where's the fucking gold? He gave him this. Alright, he's alive. Get him in the van. Get off me! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck, Wayne? You're working for Sam, aren't you? He got a better offer. Josh, where is my gold? Go fuck yourself. Give me a fucking hammer or something. What I can't stand is all the shouting, you know? 'Oh, please don't... don't hurt me. Oh, no, no. No, please, no, not the thumbs, not the thumbs. I'm just learning the piano. ' - No, wait. No, wait! - See? - We haven't even started yet. - Don't do it. Fuck off! I reckon he'd be quieter... ...in that freezer. - What? - Wayne... ...you're a fucking genius. - Put him in the freezer. - No. Fuck off. - Go on. - No! Fuck off! Don't! Let go of me! How long does it take for hypothermia to kick in? Alright, let him out. Right, then. Let's try this again. Where is my gold, Josh? I can't straighten my legs. Shall I get Wayne to straighten it with a hammer? Where's my fucking gold, Josh? Get fucked. No. Don't. No, please, don't. Please don't, don't. We're not home yet. Still got to get it out of the country. But first we've got some unfinished business back west. Here you are. Thank you. Here are your tickets. Enjoy your flight. God bless you. Thank you. Go on, son. Who moved this? Who moved this?! I did. I wasn't expecting any honour amongst thieves here, but I am not sensing much remorse, Sam. It's business. No place for sentiments. Couldn't agree more. That's alright. Keep the change. Thank you. - OK, number 43. - No worries. You're right. Where were you? Just getting a chocolate bar. Do you want some? They give you pimples. Come on. Going to see a man about a boat. That's her ahead! Is she any good in a storm? Depends how good a sailor you are. Took me to Java ten years ago single-handed. Up the Whitsundays every Christmas with the wife while she was still up to it. How much do you want for her? The wife? She's not much chop since she caught Alzheimer's. - No, the boat, mate. - Price is on the advert. I already turned down 75 for her. What would you say to 80, cash in hand? You're on. Whoa! I told you to sit where I could see you. - I'm just watching TV. - Sit there. - Sit there. - Jeez. Better. Fuck. Wake up. It's time to go. We're all set. I'm sorry, kid. This is the end of the line for you. I don't want your death on my conscience, so I was thinking... What's a fair price for a young bloke like you? And I came up with half a bar - Half of 4 million is 2 million. - What are you smiling at? - Nothing. What would you do with that kind of money anyway? Buy a boat, maybe. Your book makes it sound pretty easy. Where did you get that? The flat in Melbourne. You fucking used me. I'm offering you 350,000 fucking dollars! You don't have that kind of money anymore. What? Fucking what? Fuck. Fuck. Right. I'll only ask you this fucking once. - That'll be for you. - Where is the gold?! Answer it. - Son of Sorrow. - What? No half measures, right? If you shoot me, she'll call the cops. Answer it! If you want to see your half of the gold, do what he says. - Where were you? - Getting a chocolate bar. Things are not as you imagine. OK, number 43. You were right. Never trust a woman. Checkmate. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck. Come on! Didn't it occur to you that she could just run off with all the fucking gold? You know what? It didn't. What a fucking idiot. I'm a bonobo. Oh, am I a fucking chimp? Keep the phone. I'll call you and let you know where you can find your half. Enter One After a storm I want to be brave And keep you warm And they are surrounding her And they will enfold her outstretched hand In our love Enter the light It's hard to believe It's always been ours to give And to receive I want to be shameless like the sun Moving into you Entering light Welcome Inshallah, inshallah Enter one Amazing grace Is pouring down Fear not this light We're of this light divine So come We move as one Amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We're of this light divine Welcome Enter one After a storm I want to let go Of the things that I've done Without any worry I want to come home Into the light Into the unknown I want to be shameless Like the sun Moving into you Entering light... Next time you're in Darwin, make sure you pay respects to Albert's cousin, Thomas. Welcome... PS. Here's some proof that the bonobos aren't dying out. Enter one Amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We're of this light divine So come We move as one Amazing grace is pouring down Fear not this light We're of this light divine Welcome Enter one. |
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