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-Good. Come in. You know Gaz.

-Yeah, good.

So, uh... what's going on?

How do you feel like doing a bit of drivin'?

Sure. What's the deal?

There's a bloke out at Cabramatta, Vietnamese bloke.

Drug dealer.

And he's got a shitload of drugs and cash lying around,

and we're gonna relieve him of it.

Cool. Whereabouts?

You know the old commission flats on Church Street?

Yeah.

So, what's the plan?

Well, me and Gaz are gonna go and rip him off.

You're gonna drive.

Cool.

-In and out. -Cool.

-Yeah, I'd love one.

You want another one? Yeah, of course.

Hey, uh, where's your dunny?

-Straight through, mate. -Cheers, mate.

GARY: Ha-ha! Beautiful!

What a goal!

Fuck.

GARY: 50 meters! Yes!

Ha-ha!

Hey, uh, I might get some smokes.

Do you guys want anything?

Yeah, grab some chewy.

-Juicy Fruit.

Ray?

You hungry?

Yeah.

-Dimmies.

How many dimmies?

RAY: Half a dozen?

-GARY: Mm-hmm.

Easy.

-Beautiful. -Half a dozen.

Be right back.

-RAY: All right. -GARY: Righto.

♪

MAN : Detective Roberts.

Hello?

So... jack or a dog?

Jack.

How'd you know?

I didn't.

I just wanted to make sure you got soy sauce for the dimmies.

What's going on?

We got a problem.

One of us is a cop.

I fucking knew it.

I fucking knew it!

What's the matter, mate?

You look a bit worried.

Hmm?

You should be fucking worried.

What are we gonna do?

Go for a drive.

Good idea.

After you, mate.

♪

I got nothing on you guys.

Ray, I got nothing on you.

You let me go now and nothing will happen to you,

I swear to God.

♪

Ray, my guys know I'm with you.

So where are they?

Well, I didn't have a car on me, but if I go missing,

they're gonna come looking for you.

So what's your real name?

It's Nick.

RAY: Get out.

Get... out.

What the fuck you doing, Ray?

For what it's worth, I don't feel great about this.

Just fuck off, will you?

We can't just let him go.

You wanna kill him?

I think we should.

Yeah, then we got the cops up both our asses, mate.

No, thanks.

FREDDY: Just try and get it on the side.

Yeah, that was the center, but anyway, good try.

Nearly.

-Ray.

Not much.

How are you, girls?

-Hey. -Hey.

You wanna give us a second?

Sure.

Mate. Beautiful.

You haven't seen Nick, have you?

No, I haven't been able to get onto him.

Huh.

Eh, he's probably just busy.

With his other job.

Being a cop.

What are you talking about?

Me and a mate were going to do a job with him last night,

and we caught him tryin' to tip off his buddies.

Oh, get the fuck outta here.

Are you fucking kidding me?

He's a cop?

Yes, he's a cop.

Oh, Jesus Christ. What'd you do?

I let him go.

What's he got on you?

Oh, fuck-all, really, but, you know...

Well, think yourself lucky.

I... Thank you, thank you.

I owe you big-time, my friend.

Yep.

And you still owe me money, too.

Yeah, I do. I do still owe you that money,

but I'll have that to you in another week.

Sure.

-Catch ya, Phil. -Yeah, see ya, mate.

Oi! Get across. Quick, quick, quick!

Move, move, move! Get over!

Get in. Get over! Hurry the fuck up! Get across!

Right, bring your hands over here so he can cuff ya.

Other one, other one, other one.

I'll hang onto that.

So how much would it take for you to let me go, you reckon?

More than you got.

How much you got, Ray?

More than you're making on this fucking job,

I'll tell you that much.

-Yeah.

Well, how much more?

162,000 bucks.

Fuck off.

Fair enough.

-Bullshit. -RAY: All right.

What the fuck are you doing with that kind of money?

I'm a hard worker.

And where is it, then?

You know where Glen Davis is?

Other side of the Blue Mountains there?

So what's it doing there?

Well, it's not doing much at the moment, mate.

So, uh, might as well go get it, eh?

So what, we... we go get the money and we let you go, Ray.

Is that it?

Yep.

Keep your fucking head down, Ray.

Bobby, get out of the car.

-Put your gun away. -Oh.

Not in there, you fucking moron.

So what do you reckon?

: About what?

: You heard what he said.

-Yeah.

So you wanna go and get the money?

Yeah, I wanna go get the fucking money.

Yeah, but we gotta meet, like, Davos first and...

-D-D... Davros. -Yeah.

Yeah. No, no, no, no, no, we'll still do that,

after we get the money. We get the money first,

we drop him off to Davros, everyone's fucking happy.

Yeah, but... but we gotta...

to be there...

You just tell Davros that we run out of fucking petrol.

He'll be fucking pissed, though, Dave.

Yeah, well, just tell him it's a fuckin'...

wasn't our fault.

That the fuel gauge is fucked.

BOBBY: Yeah. Nah. I don't know, man.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

It's $160,000. You don't want 80 grand?

Of course. Like, 80 grand could come in handy.

-Yeah.

Imagine the shit you can buy for 80 grand.

Yeah, a new car would be nice.

-Yeah.

What do you like? You like Holdens or Fords?

Holden, mate, Holden.

-Holden. -Yeah.

For 80 grand,

you can buy a really fuckin' nice Holden, right?

A Commodore, HSV, club sport, all the bells and whistles.

-Yeah!

-Yeah. Yeah.

-Yeah.

We'll go get the money, eh?

Yeah.

Get in the fuckin' car.

All right, Ray, this is what's gonna happen.

We're gonna go get this money, and then we're gonna let you go.

And if that money ain't there, I don't give a fuck

if it's $20 less than you said it is,

then I'll put a fuckin' hole in you.

-Fair enough. -Fair enough.

Mm-hmm.

DAVE: Yeah, nah, nah, she's eating all kinds of crazy shit.

How far along is she?

Eight months.

A boy or a girl?

Boy, thank fuck.

What's wrong with girls?

I've got a girl.

Yeah, well, fuckin', you know, better you than me.

So what's the problem?

So how old's your little girl?

-Eight. -Okay, so she's eight years of age.

Right now she's really sweet and she's innocent and all that.

But anyway, one day she's gonna grow up.

She's gonna not be so fuckin'

sweet and innocent, you understand?

Well, she's not innocent all the time.

Well, okay, most of the time, she's sweet and innocent.

-Right. -But at some point,

like I said, she's gonna go grow up, and she's gonna...

mate, she's gonna be... she's gonna be sucking a cock.

Okay?

You understand what I'm saying?

Where I'm coming from?

Yeah, I understand where you're coming from,

and I'll probably kill her first couple of fuckin' boyfriends,

but you get over it, mate.

No, I don't think you fucking get over it.

You get over it, mate. Jesus Christ.

Anyway, fuck...

you can have the girls, I'll have the boys.

Okay. So what are you gonna call him anyway?

Quentin James.

What the fuck is... what is that?

You're worried about your kid sucking dicks

and you're gonna call the kid Quentin.

Mate, Quentin's a good name.

That was my grandfather's name. You don't like Quentin?

Yeah, your granddad's name. Was he gay?

No, he wasn't fucking gay.

Why don't you call him John or something?

Give him a fucking bloke's name.

Quentin is a bloke's name.

A gay bloke's name, yeah.

-Good one. -Get fucked.

-Fuck you.

Name one bloke that you know called Quentin

who's a blokey bloke.

I don't know any Quentins, all right?

I-I don't know any Quentins except me grandfather.

That's one of the reasons it's an original name.

It's an original, strong fucking name.

Yeah, right, okay. One man from history.

One bloke in history who was a blokey bloke called Quentin.

Ah, fuck.

See?

Okay, all right.

Remember... Okay, probably not a blokey bloke,

but if you're gonna talk about, like, courage,

remember that little fuckin' Quentin from, from Willesee?

He was in his... You know, he was, fuckin', all crumpled up

and, fuckin', the little blonde-haired kid,

used to come on Willesee, make the fuckin' cunt cry.

That poor little bastard couldn't have eaten

a fuckin' Tim-Tam without breakin' his fuckin' fingers.

Not a blokey bloke, though...

Not a blokey bloke but, mate, was in a movie, wrote a book.

He fuckin'... Mate, one year, they put him in a fuckin'...

in a celebrity car race.

They propped him up on some books,

and he raced the fuckin' car,

like at fuckin' good speeds.

Hmm. Yeah. No... you know...

I mean, he's not a blokey bloke.

I mean, you got a point, but yeah.

Yeah, I absolutely got a fuckin' point.

It's a fuckin' good, strong name.

Yeah.

This it here, Ray?

Ah, good one.

-Yeah, back door.

All right.

Ugh, fuck ya.

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, I'm going the best I can, mate.

Hey.

DAVE: Where is it, Ray?

BOBBY: We ran out of petrol.

'Cause the fuel gauge on this car's fucked.

Sneaky fuck.

BOBBY: Yeah, so...

We're walking into town now,

but I don't know what the town is.

So... yeah.

But as soon as we get some, uh...

So, what's the combo, Ray?

Don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I've got it written down, but...

Where?

At home.

Well, how am I supposed to open the fuckin' thing, then, Ray?

-Oxy cutter.

I'll just, what, pull one out of my ass, will I?

Come here, you.

Come on. You know you should have said something, Ray.

'Cause it's startin' to feel like

you're trying to pull some funny shit.

Mate, all you gotta do is cut the fucking thing open.

I don't want you whingeing about it.

-I'm not whingeing, cunt. -Well, it sounds like it.

You gotta go fuckin' ten minutes up the road,

go to a hardware store, get an oxy cutter, job's done.

Yeah, all I'm telling you is this, all right?

You'd better not be tryin' to fuck me around,

-that's all I'm saying. -Yeah, mate, yeah.

I came out and put the box in the fuckin' house,

just to fuck you around.

Get in.

You want me to get in there?

Yep.

Who's whingeing now?

Come on.

Stay in the car.

Just that, thanks, mate.

-No, I'll be all right.

You used one of these before?

No. I'll try not to burn meself.

At least wear a pair of sunnies.

Yeah, I'll wear sunnies. How much, how much?

-119. -Right. Keep the change.

No, all good. Thank you, brother.

What...

Where's the car, Dave?

What'd I tell you?

-No, I just went and got... -I told you to stay in the car.

I just went to get smokes. I just went... to get smokes.

I'd run out...

Fuck.

Hey, brother.

-You're back. -Yeah.

Mate, where are your, uh, steel rulers?

-They're in aisle two. -Thank you.

Scan that, brother.

All right, keep the change, thank you.

Come on, come on! Ya fuck.

Get the... Get the oxy!

Oh, yeah.

Fucking moron.

-Hurry up! Fuck ya.

Come on, ya fu...

Get in the car! Get in the fuckin' car!

Well, how do you reckon he got out of the boot?

What?

Where do you think he went?

Maybe he's-he's hiding somewhere, eh?

Just shut the fuck up, okay, Bobby?

Just do me a favor and shut up.

-Well, how... -Shut up.

["Hoping For" By Bad//Dreems playing]

♪ When my mind's at ease♪

♪ When I show up at your door♪

♪ When I'm not strung out♪

♪ I can give you what you need♪

♪ It's what I'm hoping for♪

♪ When you lay me out♪

♪ When I wake up on your floor♪

♪ When I'm not strung out♪

♪ Dead flies buzzin' 'round my eyes♪

♪ It's what I'm hoping for.♪

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