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Thank you.

You taught me a newie tonight, didn't you? Oh, go on, you know them all.

while speaking at a Save the Environment campaign at the Domain on Sunday.

Meanwhile, police fear an outbreak of bikey violence following the death on

Thursday of Go Down, the third member of the Grave Diggers motorcycle gang to be

killed within a week.

The unreported death of the bikers only came to police attention following

funerals for the dead men where rival bike gangs have demonstrated their

solidarity with the Grave Diggers.

Police report over 400 motorcycles gathering at Gosford.

to escort the body of Godown to Sydney, where he will be buried with full biking

honours.

And it knows it's kind of hurt.

There's just one thing I know.

Oh, you've got so hard to live.

One day you've got to go.

If I'm glad for all things, I have the

right to choose.

Okay, go down.

You got it.

But believe me, whoever got you is going to get got too.

And that's a promise, right?

Right.

Now you're going down for the last time, mate.

But don't worry, because we'll be thinking about you.

Because you're our mate, right? Right.

Anyway, old Satan will be in there with you, so you'll be all right.

Okay, Doctor.

Satan!

Oh.

Sweet Prince of Darkness.

Here comes one of yours.

His name's Godown.

And he's going down to meet you, and we want you to take care of him for us.

Where's your colors going?

Now, you keep your identity down there, man.

Get him in there.

Now,

the

reason...

We're burying you standing up.

It says you don't have to take anything from the evil one lying down.

Right? Right.

What

does

that pack of morons think they're doing?

Burying one of my mates.

I can see that.

Didn't you tell them it's against the law to go around burying people?

Yeah, but it's been approved by the authorities.

They're a religious sect. Call themselves Satanists?

Yeah. Oh, hell.

Go down.

You always wanted this of me, eh?

And I'll never let you have it.

Well, I figure I owe you now, eh?

So there you go, son.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Here come the pigs, man.

Come to pay your respects.

I've got better things to do with my time.

Well, go and do it. We're holding a religious service here. Unless you start

telling me what you know about these killings, you might be holding a lot

religious services.

Listen, Piggy.

We can look after ourselves, right?

You animals will do nothing.

We'll do what we fucking like.

We're not going to hang around getting knocked off one by one while you smart

-ass bastards do your investigation routine.

If anybody gets in our way, we'll kick them, man. We'll kick them to death.

Now, look here, fellas. We're only trying to get a job done.

We don't want to see any more of you blokes get killed.

Now, look, if you'll only tell us anything that you know, you know, take a

minutes to... Don't give us that nice guy crap.

Somebody's been doing it to us, and we're going to do it to them.

Right? I think you'd better keep right out of this. Look, I don't want to hear

any more.

You're persecuting a minority religion.

So why don't you just piss off?

Yeah. Okay, fellas. See you some more.

What's yours, love?

Double scoops.

I'll get the pizza.

What's your problem?

Get a look at me when I speak to you.

I thought he had you there for a minute.

Yes, Blokes.

It's not real good of public relations, are you? Who needs public relations?

You only get arrested for indecent exposure.

I wouldn't worry about a little thing like that.

Let me handle it.

What do you want?

Do you sell beer here?

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to buy some.

There must be a want.

Glass will do for a start.

Looking for someone?

Yeah, the president of your club.

Undertaker?

Right. Who do you want the undertaker for?

Isn't he the head man?

We're all head men.

Joke.

Joke. Joke.

Now, what's the deal?

You pushing dope or something?

No, it's about these mates of yours that have been getting killed.

Why?

You know something about it?

No, I thought maybe you would. Why would you think that?

Hey, I've seen this bloke. He's a pig.

Hey, all the fun.

When I was up for pushing that last time, he gave evidence on a bus for case

before mine.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right. I'm a cop.

I've been sent to find out who's been killing your mates.

Why would you want to know that?

That's the way I earn my living.

Well, go and earn it off somebody else. We don't need you.

Look, man, don't get heavy. Just listen to what I have to say, all right? Here,

stop! Oh, look, man.

You're

gone,

man. Look, man, I didn't want any trouble.

I don't want any hassle for you, okay? I just want to talk to you now.

Get that bloody light, pal!

What's happening, man?

Well, you're in big trouble.

What's the score, man? You got a pro after you. Pro, yeah?

It was a crossbow. A what? A crossbow.

There's three shots fired in ten seconds, and all pretty accurately.

Now, there's nothing left up there, and there was a getaway car waiting.

Give us the light.

Stay there, Stiggy.

That was good. We owe you.

Like I said, that's the way I earn a living.

Well, you'd be the first pig we ever knew that did any good for anybody, man.

You didn't do much for Harry the horse and the drug bust. Yeah, but Harry the

horse never did much for anyone either.

Except mess up a lot of heads.

Okay, mate, what's your ploy? What do you want to know?

I'm supposed to find out who's knocking you blokes off and why.

Oh, for Christ's sake, man. I mean, you think if we knew that we wouldn't be out

there kicking the shit out of ourselves?

So, what do you think you can do?

Well, how about I ride around with you blokes for a while?

So what's so funny about it, Undertaker? If it wasn't for him, man, the captain

would be nailed to that wall.

Listen, do you want to see the gravediggers riding around with a pig?

So who's going to know?

He sure doesn't look like a pig. Shut up, Malt.

Listen, man.

The whole point of us being outlaws is because we're against pigs.

And everything a pig represents.

Now, how are we going to do our thing with a pig riding around with us?

Dig, man.

Like Will the Cat of Flavor.

Listen, man.

I don't care how you carry on.

Your ploy is breaking the speed limit.

Smoking dope. I don't know.

I don't care.

I'm supposed to find a killer.

Okay, Diggins, what are your records?

Midnight.

I'm with him.

Septic. Yeah.

Zonk.

Dead.

Why not?

Barges.

69.

Ferret.

Stinky.

No pigs.

Bad Max?

Yeah. It's Greg.

Oh, give you my guy, mate.

Pinball. Oh, I get it.

No way.

Well, I'm against you, man, but it looks like I'm outvoted, so okay, you're in.

But we don't want to know any bullshit from you, man.

Just riot at the back of the pack and keep your spanners off our malls. Except

by invitation only.

Shut your face, Todd.

He's the only one caught.

If he gets too heavy, we kick his teeth in. Yeah, man, that's cool.

All right, it's a deal.

Well, if you blokes want to blow, we'll get the boys from Ballistics over to

look at the damage here.

Hey, Septic, find out where he hangs out, and he'll pick you up in the

Okay, let's get out of here.

See you, Pete.

Hey, you can't go around calling him that.

It'll cruel our reputation.

Say, what's your name?

Sir.

What?

Stone? Hey, you mean like... That kind of stone?

Yeah.

Thank you, Sue.

Everything working all right?

How can I be sure of that?

You'll just have to take my word for it.

Oh, a rejection, a rejection.

I told her that bloke was coming around to pick me up this morning.

Oh, yeah.

Rent -a -bikey.

Why do you always look for these weirdo things?

Start casting, I guess.

So you'll be living in some stinking cave with those mutants for an

period, right?

Something like that.

Oh, well.

I suppose I might as well move out for a while.

Oh, why don't you grow up?

What do you mean?

All this Phyllis gang busting, when's it going to end?

When all the Phyllis gangs have been busted, I guess.

Why don't you do a centerfold for our magazine?

Big boy.

You mean I passed the audition?

Oh, well, bugger it, Stone. I'm sick of you pissing off on all these Boy Scout

adventures. I've got to earn a living.

Yeah, well, why don't you do something honest, like sell used cars to old

ladies?

Here's a kiss.

Sorry, I've got to go. That's my escort.

Follow me.

Wow, man, what a place.

Yeah, well, man, when the dudes started getting knocked off, we moved in here so

we could protect ourselves.

I mean, we got cats stationed all over the place.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, Blue, get up, man.

We got a little generator upstairs.

Give it some power.

Doesn't that guy ever stop?

Nah, he speaks a lot, man. I ain't never seen him play.

Hiya, Neil Stone.

What are you doing, love?

Good night.

Good night.

Come in. Grab a seat.

How is it?

Don't get ahead of yourself.

How is it?

What a place.

What up, buddy?

Okay, yous blokes.

Now look, nobody's got to know that this cat's a pig.

So just keep your heads shut, and we'll be all right. Okay?

Okay.

I'm for five, mate. They'll never know your true identity.

Put through the washing machine a couple hundred times first, eh?

You do that, man, you ruin a good set of originals. Yeah, you kill their

character. Anyway, the Phantom never washes his suits, eh?

I haven't seen him.

So that's what fuzz really looked like.

Thanks, Bob.

Just relax, love.

How's Stern?

They sent him off to shop around some awful bike gang.

How uncool.

He'll probably reform them and recruit them all as telegram boys for the PMG.

I can screw it on. Do you?

My foot slipped.

Oh, yeah?

Want to try it? Do it on what?

Well, midnight here can blow the rest of us off pretty easy, so if you can get

anywhere near him, man, you're doing okay.

Now, you've been around the circuit here.

Yeah? Well, you know your way.

Right. Once around the circuit, back to here wins.

Fire up your engines.

Got some guts, son.

I don't know, anybody tries to knock you blokes off, if you've got enough time,

you'll do it yourself.

We'd want to kill a lovely bunch of guys like us, eh?

Everybody wants to kill those madmen.

Plenty of people that really enjoy seeing all those outlaws pull days into

mass grave.

What sort of people?

Ordinary bike riders that get the rough treatment.

Go on.

Well, uh, Blake's who own garages.

Uh, guys who, uh, own pubs and run milk bars. Uh, hamburger joints.

Yeah. Like, would you believe, just about everyone?

You?

Oh, no, don't give me no grief.

Besides, they've got a bit of class, the old outlaws.

Keep their bikes going well.

And they know what hard riding's all about.

But I always manage to keep a bit ahead of them.

I bet that really moves past the competition, eh?

Maybe. It makes mincemeat out of them.

Well, I don't know who'd actually want to kill them, you know.

Or rough them up, maybe.

They do you any harm?

Oh, yes and no.

Well, they knock stuff off.

Sauce bottles, knives and forks, stuff like that.

And they turn up the jukebox hell of a lot with pliers and screw up the works.

And they park their bikes everywhere.

Yeah, I suppose they scare away a lot of potential customers, eh?

No, that's the funny thing.

This is kind of their joint, you know.

People actually come here to see them.

What sort of people?

Oh, snotty -looking guys in big cars with their snotty -looking girlfriends.

Anything else?

Yeah. A lot of birds by themselves, you know.

Go on. Well, the grave digger soon sought them out.

They're pretty strange chicks, I tell you.

They, uh, don't do much sitting down for a couple of weeks after the grave

diggers have done it to them.

Any outraged boyfriends?

Yeah, well, these birds are their own people.

Like the head gravedigger's chick.

Oh, yeah?

Vanessa?

You know, she was a big model.

Made a lot of dough, a really big time.

Now, who'd think a chick like that would want to be an outlaw mob?

I mean, she was famous.

Had a face up everywhere.

And then she met the undertaker.

Good night.

Wow, now.

Like I really love the gravedigger.

There.

You know, they're really, they're too cool.

How come you love them?

Because they did me a big favour, man. A big, fat, beautiful favour.

They came in here one night with the orgasm.

They were good.

They were good too.

Some of them had laid some really good acid on the diggers. So the diggers used

to travel with them. And it was collection night.

How's that?

Don't lay that hard -cutting jive on me, man.

You'll find the protection bit.

Anyway, the diggers were hanging in here grooving.

And in come the heavies, the protection collectors, you dig.

Well, they hung out in the crowd in their jivey -looking clothes and hats

things. And the diggers started putting them on, you know, sending them up

gutless, sort of feeling their gear.

The next thing they got nasty in what was on.

Wow, what a freaky scene, man. Those record guys are mean.

But the beautiful diggers kept them almost to death. And in time for the

as well.

The way they danced up the side of those wood heads.

Planet Fair would have lost his mind.

Anyway, the diggers...

Soft shoot them right out the freaking door. Oh, the heavies, they really

groove on it at all.

But the diggers loved it. So much so that they made this their place.

And the collection men haven't been back since.

This has got to be the only night -time groover in town that doesn't have to pay

protection. Unless, of course, you count a few caps from time to time for the

diggers. But that kind of protection we can handle. Yeah.

All right, okay. So you think the grave diggers are good news, right?

But what about the protection men? What do they think? Who cares, man? But the

grave diggers, they're beautiful studs. They are just beautiful.

Is there a cop on the phone for you, Amanda?

Mr. Hannigan?

Amanda St. Vincent speaking.

Yes, yes, that's right. What have you done with him?

Well, yes, I know that, but...

Well, I haven't seen him for... No.

No, but dear Inspector Hannigan, doesn't he get any time off?

Why, for me?

Yes.

I miss my policeman a little bit.

Well, couldn't you relieve him with someone?

Oh, really, Inspector?

Surely anyone can look after a pack of bike hoodlums.

Or did you pick him because he has a university degree?

Yes, I know he's a good policeman, but he's a good tennis player too, and we're

one short here.

Well, you can't keep him on duty for 24 hours a day.

Ah.

Maybe I should run that article on police brutality.

Indeed, Inspector.

But you must understand, Inspector, doesn't your girlfriend get lonely when

have to work long hours?

Yes, I know you're married.

Bye, Inspector.

Thank you.

What'll that be?

Uh, gin and tonic and a bag of beer, please.

Give me the cigarette.

Give us a kiss.

What?

I said give us a kiss.

Hey, fellas.

Yeah?

He won't give me a kiss.

I'll give you a kiss.

Who are you staring at?

Wasn't staring at anyone.

Fancy me, do you?

Not really.

What's wrong?

You're staring at me again.

So? Yeah? You want a drink?

Thanks for the cigarette, gentlemen.

One for you, Doc.

One for you, my darling.

One for you, Stingfinger.

One for me.

One for you, Doc. And another one for you, sweetie.

One for you, Stingfinger.

One for me. One for you, Doc.

My darling.

One for you.

Stink Fingers, me, Dr. Diz, and my little beauty, one for you.

Stink, me, Doc, my thing, and a very

special one for you, my darling.

Birdman. And his dodos.

There doesn't seem to be too many of your own lately.

Been living up to your names, eh?

Who's writing this?

I am.

Hey, man, where'd you get that?

Somebody made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Jap crap.

It fell over.

Yeah!

There it is.

Prime real estate at a reasonable price.

But the most attractive aspect is if we control this land we control the whole

surrounding area.

We've had a bit of luck.

The grave diggers were involved in a fight with another bikey gang.

Firearms were used.

You know, it seems to me to be a perfect opportunity to set them up for a major

hit.

Transfer the blame to the Blackhawks.

Good way to put all our eggs in the one basket.

Really good, isn't it? And you screwed on him thick and... Wow, the vibrations.

What?

Oh, you tiger.

Rip him, rip him!

to keep your spanners off our mouths.

You think we're a pack of imbeciles, don't you?

Yeah, right.

Listen, what Tart did was against our laws, and when you break the law, you

punished, right?

If she doesn't want to be Toad's woman, all she has to do is tell him and it's

finished.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that's a good law.

Well, based on violence? Look, all law is based on violence, man.

And any cat that breaks the law gets clobbered. Only difference is, our law

applies to us.

Your law sends young blokes to somebody else's country to fight people they know

nothing about.

As long as you keep on shooting them, they hang medals on you.

When you don't shoot them anymore, they shot you in the dry.

And now somebody's knocking up our mate.

And you tell us we're not supposed to do anything about it?

That's bullshit, man.

Shit, it's my watch.

I'll come with you.

Honestly, Terry.

How'd you all get together?

It's peculiar.

But when you've been conditioned into believing something, then you blow it.

I mean, you really blow it.

You get this incredible sense of shame.

And it's funny, because you can always recognize fellow travelers.

And when you ride bikes, man, I mean when you really ride bikes,

I suppose it's inevitable.

Thank you.

I thought you were meant to be on the drug squad or something.

Yeah, well, they don't encourage field research.

Are you into dope?

I'm into a natural thing at the moment.

And bikes, of course.

Hey,

well, man, when I was cranked over in that last corner and you were coming

the outside of me,

I really thought you was going to take me. I had to lean so far over that back

wheel start to come up.

And of course it did.

Hey, Midnight.

Where'd you learn to ride like that?

Up in Coonabarabin.

Used to round up the stock in the old BMWs.

I never rode in the tar before I come to the city, though.

Do you miss the bush?

No bloody way.

Living a humpy on Gunnedah Hill.

Work for nothing.

Hang around the main street on Saturday night.

Stick that up your arse.

Hey, I remembered who you were.

You fought that world -rated heavyweight, right? Yeah. From the

Right. You were in hospital for a week?

I wasn't ready.

A hungry manager of mine was after some quick bread.

When I came out, he was gone.

Undertaker was still in the army, Nick.

When they let him out, we just got on our bikes and rode.

Everyone just came together.

They found us.

Or we found them.

Now we've got a good thing going.

Yeah, that's what bikes do for you. Right.

That's right, mate.

When you're on a bike, I mean a big bike, you've got all power.

That big iron thing, man, it's all fins and rods and edges and noise.

It's power.

You're part of it.

Strong like it is.

Yeah, it's the greatest feeling in the world.

Yeah.

Once you've really ridden a big bike, fast and hard,

wants to do anything else.

That's right.

Understand?

Right.

Right. It's a good thing. Yep. Well, that's why we're here, man. Together.

Because when we're out there riding with the great biggest riders, of course we

own the world. What can stop us, man? What can stop us?

Hey.

The sun's up.

Who's for a swim?

Ah, you've got to be kidding.

No, it's the best time of day.

Best time for the sharks, man.

Well, we won't tell them we're coming.

Thank you.

so so

Just one of them yachties, eh, man?

Take it in here and make this bloody bird.

What

a

beautiful way to go to work.

Yeah, with your head stuck on a newspaper.

They catch the fastest boat they can so they don't have to look at the view.

I suppose if you went past it every day of your life, you'd get bored too.

That's why you've got to keep moving.

Who wants a beer at the pub?

Have you got beer here?

I feel like getting out.

But this is a fortress, man, and you're safe here.

Oh, no, you tell him.

and nearly forgot.

Sounds like they're coming this morning.

Left this for you.

Said you'd be interested to get it back.

Anything wrong?

Yeah, man.

Let's go down and tell them.

Right. Someone's been messing with his grave. Who brought this in here?

I don't know.

Never seen him before.

He just said to tell you it was with the compliments of the Black Orcs.

Ah, yeah.

Interpret bird, man, eh?

Bloody clowns.

We'd better get over there. A few miles right here.

Oh, stick with them, will you, mate? This is our business.

Hey, hang on.

Hey,

have a take. Listen, you've got to be kidding, man.

I mean, this is a set -up. It's a hit.

That wasn't left there by the Blackhawks. Yeah.

Surprise, surprise, man.

Look, look.

Walk into a bullet.

We'll make out.

Okay, buddy.

Listen, this is police business. Come on.

This is our business.

That's the man!

I got him, Undertaker. I got him.

Hey,

who is he?

The guy from the demo.

The demo we was at. He shot the other cat, right?

Dr. Towns. Right, the politician cat. He shot him.

I saw him do it.

Why didn't you tell us, mate?

I was... I was tripping so hard, see?

I was off my head.

I was off my head, right?

I did some figuring.

Figured it was my fault.

You give me a kick in and kiss me off.

And I got scared.

I'm gonna die.

Bullshit, Toad.

Two small holes like that?

Oh, well.

Right. Right.

I can tell, I think.

How you got?

We got scissors in the nuts, son.

We can fix the old saddlebags up for you. You can have them out the back

you ride them.

Yeah. Got a crap in a plastic bag.

I'm not scared.

Because it doesn't hurt, right?

Oh, I'm sorry, mate.

Forget it.

Still together, right?

Right.

Where's old Dr. Death, then?

He finally made it.

Doesn't feel bad.

Feels quite good, really.

Quite a fucking trip it's been, eh?

Cool it, Undertaker. Get back, Stone. He's out. Just keep still, all of you.

This is what my job's all about, right?

I'll kill you.

Look, man.

This cat is wanted internationally.

Man, this cunt has killed six of our mates.

If you put him in, you'll get 15 years and he'll be back out on the streets in

ten. I've got to protect him, man.

Bullshit. I will kill you!

You really are a paying agent.

All right, you can bucket him.

You can have the lot of them.

We'll be back.

Come on, let's go.

They're bloody fools. They'll have every cop in the state looking for them.

Why? What have they done?

Well, there has to be an inquiry.

We charge with a legal possession of firearms, discharging firearms in a

place. Christ knows what else.

That's if they're caught.

Well, they will be.

Will they go to jail?

Hard to say.

And you'd better get rid of that before Inspector Hannigan sees it.

I don't think so.

I can't understand why you like them.

Well...

They've got something

going for them.

They've got a sort of a... sense of honour that I like.

They're just up and do.

Sort of things that a lot of people would like to be able to do

Yeah,

I like the old grave diggers I'll be glad to see him

anytime

No.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

I didn't. And I took away who's like me.