Son of a Gun (2014) Movie Script
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.
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.