Original subtitles

BRENDEN: You're not fuckin' coming. Listen to me.

- Listen. - You can fuckin' trust me.

You'll be out in 18 months, mate.

- (SIREN WAILS) - Mum will fuckin' kill me.

NEWSREADER: The hunt is continuing

for two extremely dangerous prisoners who escaped...

(GROANING)

..from Fremantle jail yesterday.

You're as famous as Ned Kelly

if you listen to the news.

BRENDEN: Where's Jackie?

You think I still talk to that moll

after she dobbed on you?

BRENDEN: Is there something you want to tell me?

'Cause I heard it from everyone else.

And now I just want to hear it from you.

He won't come here.

PORTER: Mrs Salmon,

there's something that you should know.

It's about Glenn.

THELMA: You know your brother

ended up in the infirmary 'cause of what you did?

Best you turn yourself in before they do something else to him.

Nice place. Can I come in?

Mate, my kids don't really know who you are.

BRENDEN: They don't know they've got brothers and sisters?

BRENDEN: They don't know they've got brothers and sisters?

NEWSREADER: The suspect in the Queensland robbery

is believed to be Western Australian

prison escapee Brenden James Abbott.

He's also the prime suspect

in multiple robberies across Victoria

and South Australia,

and is believed to have netted close to a million dollars.

(TENSE, PULSATING MUSIC BUILDS)

(BREATH ECHOES)

- (FLUORO LIGHTS BUZZ) - (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(HEARTBEAT THUDS)

(DISTORTED MOANING)

(LILY MOANS)

- (PULSATING MUSIC CONTINUES) - (HEART MONITOR BEEPS)

(HEART MONITOR DRONES STEADILY)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(TENSE, PULSATING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(AEROPLANE ROARS IN DISTANCE)

(AEROPLANE ROARS IN DISTANCE)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MOANS)

(AEROPLANE ROARS IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS AND PANTS)

(MOANS)

(GROANS AND SCREAMS)

- STEWARDESS: Mr Holden? - Cheers.

STEWARDESS: You're welcome. Enjoy.

(PULSATING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ahh.

(NEWSPAPER RUSTLES)

(MUSIC FADES)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

MIDWIFE: Have you decided on a name?

James.

MIDWIFE: Nice.

And just your name on the form.

Check that I've spelt that correctly.

- Mm-hm. - MIDWIFE: Great.

- Well done, you two. - (WHISPERS) Thank you.

(JAMES FUSSES SOFTLY)

You could have waited.

LILY: You're a fuckin' prick.

What do you think?

BRENDEN: Oh, he's beautiful.

I'm a dad.

- Where'd you get that wig? - (BRENDEN CHUCKLES)

- It's real. - Yeah, it looks it.

(LILY SNIFFLES)

It'd be nice if you stopped disappearing.

Yeah, we've got to have money.

There's only one way to do that.

LILY: Yeah.

Can't you just stick to doing that here with us for a bit?

I'm gonna look after you both.

Don't you worry.

(JAMES HICCUPS)

(LILY GIGGLES)

BRENDEN: Hey.

(BRENDEN CHUCKLES)

(TENDER MUSIC)

- You're a cheeky little bugger. - (LILY CHUCKLES)

(GURGLES AND YAWNS)

(LILY LAUGHS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)

PORTER: Mm. Mm.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) (KELLY EXCLAIMS AND LAUGHS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

Fuckin' stinky.

GLENN: Shut up and just fuckin' kiss me.

KELLY: Mmm! I can't wait to fuck you.

I can't fuckin' wait to fuckin' fuck you.

(GLENN LAUGHS) Let's go home, then!

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)

KELLY: Sorry, Thelma.

GLENN: Good to see you're still smoking, Mum.

THELMA: Son.

GLENN: How are ya?

THELMA: Beat you enough in there? Feel your ribs?

- GLENN: I'm fucking great. - (CAR DOOR SLAMS)

- (DISTANT SIREN WAILS) - (FILE THUDS)

PORTER: You're on Glenn and Kelly.

- You're on Thelma. - Lucky day.

Our application for a listening device in the house

was turned down.

However, we're gonna follow little Glenn Salmon

wherever he goes.

Sooner or later, he's gonna lead us to Abbott.

You don't have the resources for a 24-hour recon on Salmon.

Do you ever get just tired

of singing the same old song, Dunne?

- (LAUGHS) I'm just saying. - PORTER: Just saying what?

Yeah, he's still on parole, mate.

Hm. I bet that Abbott is gonna come here.

So, let's say he pays us a visit, right?

PORTER: Mm-hm.

We don't know which road he's gonna come in on,

which road he goes out on.

No, no, forget about roads. He's flying.

FLINT: Hey?

You think Abbott's afraid to get on a plane?

No. He's got a pattern.

He shows up in Adelaide, robs a bank,

disappears for a few months to Brisbane, maybe Melbourne.

Then he comes back when he's short on cash.

He's moving so fast, he has to be flying.

Or maybe he's on a tour bus.

(DETECTIVES CHORTLE)

(DETECTIVES CHORTLE)

Let's put the whole task force on alert

for movements between states at all airports.

(SCOFFS) Nobody's sharing jack shit with us.

Since you got the top job, they think you're obsessed.

I mean, the only one of those pins up there

we know for real is Belmont.

Rest are guesses.

PORTER: Well, they're educated guesses.

Yes, maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm obsessed.

I don't give a shit. I'm right.

I know I'm right. Th-these are all him.

So we stick to my plan.

Wherever he is, he has friends, he has neighbours,

maybe a girlfriend.

What about Jackie Lewis?

Jackie Lewis is married,

so there's no reason to think that he'll approach her.

He might not come back to this state, though.

The bigger the reward money,

the more famous we make him nationwide.

The more likely that someone around Abbott

is gonna give us that one lead.

(PAGER BEEPS)

- (JAMES CRIES) - BRENDEN: Oi. Shh.

LILY: Ohh.

(JAMES WAILS)

Shh, shh, shh.

Hey, we're taking him to show him off to the girls

Hey, we're taking him to show him off to the girls

in half an hour.

I don't want you nicking off.

(JAMES WAILS CONTINUOUSLY)

Babe, can you take him? I just...

BRENDEN: Yep. Come here, little bubba.

Come here, little boy. Come here, come here.

- Come... Hey. - (JAMES SCREAMS)

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Strong man.

The strong man.

The strong man! (LAUGHS)

(JAMES GIGGLES)

(BRENDEN LAUGHS)

- (JAMES BABBLES) - BRENDEN: Ahh!

(POP SONG PLAYS SOFTLY)

THELMA: Is it done? Yeah. Thank you.

(PAYPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)

THELMA: What's he doing out there?

(PAYPHONE RINGS)

BRENDEN: Oi, Glenny. Guess who.

GLENN: Hey, hey, hey, Bren. I gotta be quick, but, yeah, um,

I've been looking around for something in Adelaide,

so you don't even have to go anywhere.

And I got the inside on a job,

and I thought we could have a crack at it, eh?

- What about your parole? - It's once a week.

I can fly over, get in and out on a fake ID.

It's all good.

BRENDEN: Yeah, Mum will love that, won't she?

She's not gonna know.

How do you know you can trust this tip-off?

Who is it?

GLENN: Don't worry about it, alright?

I've sorted it out.

Just, um...

(STAMMERS) I'll tell ya when I see ya.

Mate, listen, I don't want you rushing into things

or taking any risks.

Mate, you just got out. Just enjoy it.

How good is it sitting on a toilet?

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, it's pretty fucking...

Pretty good.

Um, hey, Bren, I'm coming over anyway, alright,

to see my nephew.

Yeah, righto.

(WOMEN CHATTER)

I'll get Lewis to send the address to the postbox.

Oi, make sure you're not followed.

Don't pack a big fuckin' suitcase or anything.

Yeah, I... I won't pack a suitcase, alright?

I'm not an idiot. Yeah, I'll... I'll see you then.

I'll see you then. Alright. Bye-bye-bye.

First day out and he's already ignoring me.

GLENN: Frankie, Jim, how are ya?

- MAN: Good, mate. - That's good.

Who were you talking to?

Oh, it's just something you have to do when you get out.

It's like a... You wouldn't get it, Mum.

You haven't been inside, hey?

- Parole officer? - Yeah.

You're not part of the crew, are you? (LAUGHS)

WOMAN: You alright, bubba? Cherry, wanna hold?

- Do you want a hold, Aunty? - CHERRY: Can I?

- Does Aunty want a hold? - Hi, baby!

- Don't get any ideas, Cherry. - Hi, baby!

- Oh, come on, he needs a friend. - I can't lose two.

- (LILY LAUGHS) - CHERRY: Hi, baby boy!

ATHENA: Was that an STD call, Peter?

I'll take cash for that.

10 minutes, 10 bucks a minute.

Tell you what, I'll give you a dollar a minute.

- (BRENDEN CHUCKLES) - (DOORBELL RINGS)

Alright, back to work, ladies.

(WOMEN SIGH)

ATHENA: Here you go.

Present for the baby.

- Thank you. - (ATHENA CHUCKLES)

I guess we've lost you now.

- Yes. - LILY: No.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'd like to come back to work if you'll have me.

Any time you're ready, love.

(DOOR SHUTS)

- Love you. - CHERRY: Love you.

- See you soon. - 'Bye, baby.

Extra tips for breast milk.

Congrats, Brenden.

- (DOOR SHUTS) - Oi.

LILY: I know. You ready to go home?

When did you tell Cherry my real name?

- LILY: Ohh. - (JAMES WAILS)

I don't know. It must have slipped out.

What, you think Cherry's her real name?

Exactly, I don't know her real name and she knows mine.

- Shh, shh-shh. - She's got a big mouth.

She's not gonna tell anyone. She wouldn't do that.

- There's a fucking reward. - (JAMES CRIES)

- Hey... - Oh, really?

Well, maybe we should claim it.

It's OK. It's OK, my boy.

It's OK. It's OK, my boy.

- (CRIES) - BRENDEN: Shh.

Shhhh.

(CRYING SUBSIDES)

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

DUNNE: Looks like Thelma's going bowling.

- No sign of Salmon or Abbott. - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DOG BARKS NEARBY)

- (TWO-WAY BLEEPS) - Copy that.

GLENN: Car's still there.

KELLY: Alright, are we gonna do this or not?

GLENN: Yeah.

KELLY: Come sit down.

Fred Webster, you reckon?

KELLY: Yep, Fred Webster.

- Righto. - It's your new name. OK.

Don't smile.

Three, two, one.

Three, two, one.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

KELLY: OK, that's your mum. I've gotta go.

- KELLY: See you later. - (SCREEN DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Looks like Kelly's going bowling with Thelma.

DUNNE OVER TWO-WAY: Where's Salmon?

FLINT OVER TWO-WAY: Still in the house.

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

There's nothing happening.

I'm sick of this shit. I'm off to the pub.

FLINT: Copy that.

(SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPS)

(TV PLAYS FAINTLY)

PORTER: Nola.

NOLA: Oh, hi!

Come in!

- (SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPS) - (PORTER GRUNTS)

- (SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPS) - (PORTER GRUNTS)

(SMOKE DETECTOR CONTINUES BEEPING)

Nola, your broom?

(SMOKE DETECTOR CONTINUES BEEPING)

Christ.

(SMOKE DETECTOR CLATTERS)

- No worries. - (BROOM CLATTERS)

NOLA: I'll be out in just a second, alright?

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BAG THUDS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SOFTLY) What the fuck?

KELLY: Cool.

Nice place.

GLENN: I fuckin' love Adelaide.

- LILY: Hi. - GLENN: Hey, how are ya?

- THELMA: Nice to meet you. - KELLY: Nice place.

GLENN: Where's the dunny at?

LILY: Uh, down the hall, to the left.

- (FOOTSTEPS THUD) - GLENN: Righto.

THELMA: Where's Bren?

What the fuck is Mum doing here?

GLENN: Oh, she found the ticket, mate.

You could've fuckin' told me

instead of just turning up with her.

- (URINE TINKLES) - She wanted it to be a surprise.

Yeah, well, it is a fuckin' surprise, isn't it, Glenn?

It's a... it's a real fucking surprise.

She wanted to fuckin' see the baby, man, alright?

Jesus Christ, mate.

She's still our fucking mother.

Oi, are you gonna fuckin' flush that?

- GLENN: I'm saving water. - (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- Here you go. - Hello, beautiful.

- Here you go. - Hello, beautiful.

Oh, yeah!

- Oh, you beautiful thing. - (WHINES)

Oh, no.

So, uh, I noticed that you didn't have a change table yet.

Oh, we just use a mat on the bed. It works fine.

Oh, maybe, uh, I don't know,

get a... get a mobile up there,

something for him to look at.

Yeah, I've been meaning to find one of those.

So, what do you do, you know, for a job?

I'm a receptionist at the hospital.

THELMA: Oh, yeah. Full-time?

- Yeah, I do shifts. - Ah.

(JAMES QUIETENS)

And, uh, that must mean then

that, um... that Brenden's,

you know, that he's settling down a bit?

You know, like he might spend a bit more time at home?

- Yeah. Yeah, he's doing his bit. - Is he?

Bought us this house.

Really?

It was my grandma's, so he bought it for me.

THELMA: Uh-huh.

Bought me a brand-new car too. (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS MIRTHLESSLY) Did he, now?

BRENDEN: He did.

What do you think of your grandson?

(JAMES BABBLES)

(BRENDEN LAUGHS)

He's fuckin' adorable.

(KISSES)

Just like your old man, eh?

You know, I was just telling Jackie here

that you could put a mobile up there for him.

- LILY: Lily. - What?

- It's not Jackie. - THELMA: Oh, shit.

I'm sor... I'm sorry.

Lily, I'm really sorry. I do that all the time.

You know, like, I call... I call the dog Glenn.

- Oh, it's fine. It happens. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)

THELMA: Call the fuckin' lawnmower man...

Oh. That'll be Cherry.

- BRENDEN: Hey? - You alright with him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I'm cool.

- No... - THELMA: Shh.

- No, no... - What do you mean, no?

You're not fuckin' letting her in.

Of course I'm gonna let her in.

You've got your whole family here.

I can have a friend, alright?

- THELMA: Shh. - Brenden.

- Fuck off. - (WHISPERS) Fuck you.

THELMA: Oh, you sweetie.

- THELMA: Shhh. - (DOOR OPENS)

CHERRY: Hello, Lily!

- LILY: Yoo-hoo! - CHERRY: How are you?

LILY: Well, I'm good. Come in.

- So good that you're here. - (DOOR SHUTS)

You've got to come meet everyone.

- (BOTTLES CLANG) - OK, we've got beers.

But shall we just crack open your bottle?

CHERRY: Yes! OK, yes.

It's gonna still be cold 'cause I had it in the fridge.

It's gonna still be cold 'cause I had it in the fridge.

So we're good. I'm keen for a smoke. Can we have one?

LILY: Yeah, I reckon bring both bottles. Let's sit outside.

CHERRY: OK, see how you go. (LAUGHS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(DOOR THUDS)

GLENN: Look at it again, you cunts!

Taylor's here, mate!

(OTHERS YELL OUT INDISTINCTLY)

- (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) - (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

(MEN CHORTLE AND CHATTER)

Why'd you invite Glenn here?

BRENDEN: He invited himself.

- THELMA: What are you up to? - (SIGHS)

- Brenden! Talk to me. - Mum.

I'm not up to anything, alright?

Just sit down and fuckin' have a drink or something.

It's all good.

(OTHERS LAUGH AND CHATTER NEARBY)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

Mwah! Sorry about the coleslaw.

It's just... it's insane the things you miss in prison.

- (SCREEN DOOR SQUEAKS) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

What's that clown doing in my house?

It's his hook-up.

- What's his hook-up? - The job.

Fuck, Glenn.

Oh, what's wrong? What's wrong with that?

You're on fuckin' probation. So is he.

Yeah, well, it's his fuckin' hook-up.

I never said I was in.

Well, what the fuck am I even here for then, Bren?

I thought you were coming to visit your nephew, mate.

We haven't even sussed it, have we?

Well, he's here now, so...

You don't do yourself any favours, do you, Glenn?

You can talk. Fuckin' kid. How's that gonna work out for you?

Hey, what's Wesley Taylor doing here?

Ask fuckin' Glenn. Dickhead.

THELMA: Glenn?

Needed to come use the toilet. (EXHALES)

(POP MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

- (OTHERS CHATTER AND LAUGH) - CHERRY: Hi!

- LILY: This is Cherry. - Hi. Hi. Nice to meet ya.

- I'm Cherry. - KELLY: Kelly. Nice to meet you.

TAYLOR: What happens is,

there's steel in my leg now, so when I go to the airport...

there's steel in my leg now, so when I go to the airport...

I wanna talk to you about this,

'cause I really want to buy this one,

but, fuck, I'm not sure.

But, um, I thought I'd get your opinion.

'Cause he doesn't know anything about cars,

other than how to crash them, isn't that right, darl?

You didn't come straight from the airport, did you?

Yeah, g'day to you too, cunt.

It's nice to see ya.

How have you been since you left me on the floor screaming?

I'm there lying on the ground going, "Ahhh, fuck!"

- (CHERRY LAUGHS) Oh, shit. - And then all over here...

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

- (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS) - (JAMES CRIES IN DISTANCE)

BRENDEN: Fuck, fuck, fuck.

(METAL CLINKS)

(JAMES CONTINUES CRYING)

(SNORTS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

KELLY: Oi, Brenden.

I want to talk to you about this car.

Oi, look, I need your help with this.

I don't know if I'm getting ripped off or not.

- I figured you'd probably... - Yeah.

..could read it?

- (EXHALES) - KELLY: Yeah, alright, cool.

(JAMES CRIES)

Come on, Brenden. Lay off Taylor. He's solid.

Come on, Brenden. Lay off Taylor. He's solid.

- Yeah. - You all good?

TAYLOR: Right, that's...

BRENDEN: You're from Launceston, are you?

Uh, Burnie.

So how the fuck are you connected in Adelaide?

Fuck me, mate. What's... what's... what's the...

Just take it easy, bro. We're all mates around here.

What's up, boys?

(BOTTLE CLINKS)

Just a bit of a family gathering, Cherry.

Aw, that's so sweet.

You think you can really pull this off in front of Mum?

Mate, this is... this is a sure thing.

You're stressed, mate.

(JAMES CRIES)

(TAYLOR AND GLENN WHISPER INDISTINCTLY)

- Drink all that! - Oh, yeah, shotgun.

I know. (CHORTLES)

(OTHERS EXCLAIM AND LAUGH NEARBY)

(JAMES CRIES)

(MUFFLED POP MUSIC PLAYS)

(SNIFFS)

GLENN: Oh, yeah, alright. Which one's your favourite?

LILY: Ooh!

(LILY LAUGHS AND SQUEALS)

(DOOR THUDS)

KELLY: I don't know if Glenn told you,

but I kind of... I wanna buy this Mustang.

Um, I think I might be getting ripped off. I'm not sure.

So I wanted you to have a look and let me know what you think.

I think it's a really nice car. I mean, one of the guys...

(STAMMERS) I'll be back.

I'll be back in a sec.

- (MUFFLED MUSIC CONTINUES) - (OTHERS LAUGH NEARBY)

(JAMES CRIES CONTINUOUSLY)

OK.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

The fuck...

(SNORTS FORCEFULLY)

(EXHALES AND SNIFFS)

KELLY: I feel like I can trust him,

but the thing with these old cars

is they often change the odometer back by hand.

I've seen them do it at work, so...

It looks good. It looks really fuckin' good.

I just feel like if it's over 200 kays, then...

OK, well, you can come with me

and we can... we can go have a look.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

KELLY: I mean, I can... I can afford it. I just...

(LILY LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY)

KELLY: I just need to be careful.

Well, I hate driving auto. And I've seen this guy...

(LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

? You ain't never gonna know me ?

? But I know you ?

? I'm singing it now ?

? Things ?

? Can only get better ?

? Only get... ?

? Only get ?

? They can only and then you know ?

? I know that things can only get ?

? Things ?

? Can only get better ?

? Can only get better ?

? Now I've found you ?

- ? Things can only get ? - ? And you, and you ?

? Come with me ?

? Things ?

? Can only get better ?

? Can only get better ?

? Now I've found you ?

? And you, and you ?

? You ?

? You show me prejudice and greed ?

? You show me prejudice and greed ?

? And you show me how ?

? I must learn to deal with this disease ?

? I look at things now ?

You're getting serious now, are ya?

You're getting serious now!

Bren.

LILY: You OK?

(EXHALES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(YOUNG GLENN WHISPERS) Five...

Five fries for me.

And buying the old shop.

(OVERLAPPING VOICES ECHO)

(YOUNG GLENN SHOUTS) Brenden!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(YOUNG GLENN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

(VOICE ECHOES) Brenden!

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

THELMA: OK, sweetheart.

There you go.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

THELMA: OK, I think he'll, um...

I think he'll sleep.

Whatever you've got to say, say it.

Come on.

What?

What do you think it means to be a parent, Brenden?

What do you think it means?

What do you want for your son?

You've got nothing to say, do you?

You're a father.

Don't you look at that little guy in there

and just want the best for him?

Don't you?

Don't you want to protect him?

Don't you want to protect him?

I know what you're getting at.

I know what you're getting at,

but why do you always assume

it's me getting Glenn into trouble?

Because it's not, Mum. It's fucking not.

You're always assuming.

Because of history, that's why.

Everything up till now.

(SNIFFS AND SIGHS)

- Go on, get out of here. - This is my house.

- Remember that. - Yeah, I know it's your house.

Get out of here. I'll watch him.

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

Go on.

(BRENDEN SNIFFS)

NEWSREADER: Police have been warning banks

to clear their cash

with increased armoured guard pick-ups.

The Automobile Chamber of Commerce

has called for tighter security, with cameras mandatory.

GLENN: This is the back of the gun shop, so there's no cameras.

And the doors are just there, so they fucking can't see shit.

And the doors are just there, so they fucking can't see shit.

Yeah, and then there's a patrol every night,

three-hourly intervals,

so plenty of time to get in and out.

GLENN: Yeah.

Nearest cop shop's

fuckin' eight kays away, mate.

Cunt runs the joint, Fat Pauly, he clocks off at 7:00.

Yeah, so we'll hit it at 7:15 tonight

and stash the haul in your storage place.

And then, you know, we'll be gone first thing...

..first thing tomorrow on the plane, you know?

You got someone to buy the guns?

- Yeah, well, you know... - Yeah?

We'll... we'll stash them, you know.

We'll store 'em in the storage unit for, you know, a few months

and wait till it goes cold.

And then we'll come back, do the distros.

It's all good, Bren, I swear.

- Alright? - TAYLOR: Right.

Man, you boys are both on parole.

- TAYLOR: Pfft! - Yeah, so?

For the first job you pulled,

you copped three years sitting in a bucket.

Yeah, so did you.

Yeah, and I don't wanna be back there.

Mate, it's not gonna happen. It's gonna be fine.

Yeah, alright, come on, this is big money,

plus a fucking stash of guns, alright?

We got it all planned out.

And what do you need me for?

Well, you got a family now, mate.

Yeah, exactly.

I just thought I'd give you a leg-up, hey?

Oh, I don't need a leg-up.

- I might. - I do.

- I probably will, actually. - (GLENN LAUGHS)

- I probably will, actually. - (GLENN LAUGHS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(PAGER BEEPS)

(CHUCKLES)

LILY: I've gotta work.

I don't want to leave you.

Huh?

Alright.

Alright, bubby. Alright, bubby!

- Alright. Bah! - (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR THUDS)

Where are you going?

Don't give me shit.

One of the girls dropped out, so I'm gonna go fill in for her.

I told you that I was meant to be going out tonight.

Your mum's on her way over to mind him.

What? No. Fuck, no.

She leaves tomorrow. She just wants some time with him.

She leaves tomorrow. She just wants some time with him.

Well, cancel her. I'm not going out anymore.

- Cancel her. - "Cancel her"?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Should have been home earlier.

(DOOR SLIDES)

(DOOR OPENS)

LILY: Hi. Do you need a hand?

THELMA: Nah, I'm alright, thanks.

Bren here? I saw his car.

- LILY: Yeah, he's just inside. - (DOOR CLOSES)

(TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

(WHISPERS RUEFULLY)

(POPS LIPS)

TAYLOR: He's not coming.

(CLEARS THROAT) Just give him a couple more minutes.

Can you please just...

- Fuckin' cool your jets. - No, mate, no.

Because it's my plan, and I brought you in,

and it's my fuckin' plan,

and when you start fucking with the plan,

and then shit gets screwed and it's fuckin' bad luck.

No, we're going. Come on.

GLENN: Fuck.

GLENN: Fuck.

Ohh. I'm gonna start the car.

(INSECTS CHIRP)

- (WINEGLASS THUDS) - (BRENDEN SIGHS)

This food's pretty good.

- BRENDEN: Yeah? - Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

You chopped the spaghetti up

with scissors, didn't you?

Yeah.

Makes it easier to eat, you know?

Do you know who used to do that?

- Who? - Your dad.

- Oh, he didn't cook, did he? - Yeah!

Yeah, he used to cook sometimes. It was so weird.

He used to go into the kitchen, put on my apron and cook.

He looked like a fucking poofter when he did it.

And then that magazine came out. You know that one?

- Yeah, 'Cosmo'? - Yeah, that one.

- 'Cosmopolitan'? - Mm-hm, mm-hm.

BRENDEN: Yeah.

And it said that everyone had to be all feminist

all of... all of a sudden.

- Yeah. - Did my fuckin' head in.

And then suddenly women were having to have jobs

and men were in the kitchen baking cakes and shit.

and men were in the kitchen baking cakes and shit.

You know what?

You're a pretty good dad.

- Yeah, well, I love being a dad. - Yeah.

You know...

I know that...

..sometimes...

..I will make choices...

..that...

..that made you feel unwanted.

- But I don't hate... - I know.

It's OK.

(SCOFFS) You were such a fucking handful.

(CHUCKLES)

And I was just worried all the time for Glenn.

You know, following you and everything.

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

(TAYLOR WHISPERS) That's him.

That... that's gotta be Fat Pauly.

(GLENN CHUCKLES)

Right on 7:00, like you said.

TAYLOR: Yeah.

Alright, so we'll wait 15 and then we'll move, eh?

TAYLOR: Mm-hm.

Nah, fuck it, let's go now.

- Let's go. - Nuh.

- (ENGINE STARTS NEARBY) - Look, he's going. He's f...

- (ENGINE RUMBLES) - (TAYLOR WHISPERS) See ya.

Let's go now.

- Let's go now, you dickhead. - Yeah.

Let's fucking do it. He's gone.

Just wait.

You still waiting for him?

Still waiting for big brother.

Fuck off, mate.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GRUNTS)

(CUTLERY TAPS)

What?

You've gone all quiet. What?

Nothing.

Where is Glenn?

I think he's fucking having drinks with Wes and that.

Having a bit of a celebration somewhere.

Come on, don't bullshit a bullshitter.

I know what you're doing.

I know when there's something on your mind.

- What's going on? - Mum, I'm not doing anything.

OK? I'm not fucking doing anything.

Hey, come on. What's happening?

Yeah, if anything happens with Glenn, like anything at all,

Yeah, if anything happens with Glenn, like anything at all,

I don't have anything to do with it, OK?

I'm not involved, I promise.

Do you think that, because you're not with him,

do you think that you're not responsible...

- I can't fuckin'... - ..for what he does?

Fuckin' you.

You have to go find him, you have to get him out,

you have to stop him.

Bren, go!

Can you go and find him and stop him?

If anything happens to your brother...

- Alright, I'll fucking go. - Go!

- (TENSE MUSIC) - (ENGINE ROARS)

- GLENN: Have you got your gun? - TAYLOR: Gun?

Mate, have I got my gun? Have you got your gun?

TAYLOR: Who the fuck is that? Fuck is that?

GLENN: I knew you wouldn't pike on me.

I'm not here to do the job.

GLENN: Oh, you're shittin' me!

BRENDEN: Oi, it's not too late to pull out.

Yeah, it is fuckin'... it is too late, mate.

How do you know there's no fucking cameras here?

Because there's no fucking cameras, dickhead.

We're going in.

We're fuckin' here now, Bren, alright?

We'll just... we'll go in

We'll just... we'll go in

and we'll do... we'll just do the fucking job like we said.

Glenny, Glenny, Glenny, listen to me.

I've got no fucking options, OK? You do.

What options? What options, Bren?

Why don't... No, no, no. No, no.

Why don't you just say it, man?

Tell me I'm too stupid to pull off my own job.

Well, look at you. You're wearing Mum's pantihose.

Ah, yeah, thanks, mate.

Ah, you're a real good...

..real good fucking boy, aren't ya?

Good role model you are, aren't ya?

TAYLOR: Ignore him. Just ignore him, mate.

Just ignore him. It's your night.

We can do this on our own.

We've got it, mate. We've got it. Sweet.

Glenny and Taylor.

We've got this all on our own.

Come on, mate. Leg-up.

Watch and learn, mate.

Here we go.

(GROANS) Fuckin'...

Stick a finger up your date.

(LAUGHS) We're fucked.

- Oh, mate. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

TAYLOR: Oh! Fuckin'...

- (BOLT CUTTERS CLICK) - TAYLOR: What are you doing?

Listen. What are you fucking doing?

What are you doing?

He's a fucking...

Give us a hand down.

What are you doing?

(TORCH CLICKS)

BRENDEN: You keep watch, eh?

Oh, yeah.

- Eh? - TAYLOR: Yeah, righto.

Fuckin'... Mate, it's my fucking job.

- WOMAN ON TV: Tell me again. - MAN ON TV: I love you, darling.

- (ROMANTIC MUSIC SWELLS) - MAN: I love you.

Darling, I don't care what happens now.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

GLENN: I fuckin' told you, man! (HOOTS LOUDLY)

BRENDEN: Shut up. Fuckin'... Shut up.

GLENN: Look at all these fucking things!

- Shut up, mate. - (GLENN LAUGHS) You shut up.

Don't you think we've hit the fucking jackpot?

Whoa! Hoo-hoo!

(BRENDEN WHISPERS) Shut up!

(CUPBOARD DOORS CLUNK)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(OBJECTS CLUNK AND CLATTER)

- (OBJECTS TUMBLE) - GLENN: Oh, shit!

- (METALLIC THUMPING) - (TV PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

(THUMPING IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS WEARILY)

(COCKS GUN)

(THUDDING AND RUMBLING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(OBJECT THUDS AND SLIDES)

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

(BRENDEN SIGHS AND SNIFFS)

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

(BRENDEN SIGHS)

MAN: Turn the fuck around.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I said, turn around.

Why don't you just sit this one out, mate?

Your insurance will cover it.

Just put your hands on your head.

(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)

GLENN: Put your gun down. Put your gun down.

MAN: You put your gun down, cunt!

BRENDEN: Hey, do what he says.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

- (MAN GRUNTS) - (GUNSHOT BOOMS)

- (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) - Fuck! Come on.

What the fuck! Arghh! Fuck!

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Grab the fucking shit and go.

Go!

MAN: I'll fucking kill you.

What the fuck happened, mate?

GLENN: We fucked up. That's what fucking happened.

GLENN: We fucked up. That's what fucking happened.

TAYLOR: Come on, mate. Come on, come on.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

Get in, mate. Get in. Get in! Glenn!

- (GUNSHOT) - Fuckin' get in!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

(DISTANT SIRENS)

- (GUNSHOT) - (MOUTHS WORDS)

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

(SIRENS WAIL)

(TENSE, EERIE MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

GLENN: Fuck!

- Fuck! - BRENDEN: You OK?

Bren, he got fuck... he got fuckin' Tayles.

Yeah, he got my leg, mate. It's fucking cactus!

Fuck off!

- (GLENN GASPS) - Hey, hey.

(STAMMERS) I'm sorry, Bren. I fucked up. I fucked up.

(STAMMERS) I'm sorry, Bren. I fucked up. I fucked up.

You should've fuckin' listened to me. Just fucking listen now.

Empty the fucking gear, get out of town,

and fuckin' don't you fuckin' come down to my house, OK?

You stay the fuck away from my house.

GLENN: What do I do about him, then?

- OK, take this, take this. - (GLENN HYPERVENTILATES)

Call him. He'll fuckin' sort it, alright?

You'll be good, mate, you'll be good.

Oi, oi! Oi, can you help me with the fuckin' guns?

- He can't move. - You're a big boy, Glenn.

Fuckin' work it out, mate.

Hey, where are you going?!

(GLENN AND TAYLOR YELL INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

(DOGS BARK IN THE DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

BRENDEN: He's fine, Mum.

(SLAPS)

Could do better than that, couldn't ya?

- (SLAPS) - Hey?

(SLAPS)

(THELMA BREATHES SHAKILY)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR SLAMS)

DUNNE: Thelma is just at home as expected. Over.

FLINT: Oh, fuck.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

FLINT: Oh, no.

CONSTABLE: Is this your car?

GLENN: Uh, yeah, I borrowed it from a mate.

- What's your name? - Fred Webster.

Uh, if you want, I can just leave it here

and you can make some enquiries, I can walk home.

- Mind if I take a look? - Yeah, sure.

CONSTABLE: Hey!

FLINT: Oi! Armed Robbery Squad.

Let him go.

FLINT: He probably thinks he got away.

(LAUGHS) He used the name Fred Webster.

(PAGER BEEPS)

QUILTY: What's it say?

(CHUCKLES)

(DUNNE LAUGHS)

(DETECTIVES SNORT AND CHUCKLE)

(JAMES WHINES AND CRIES)

LILY: Fuck, he just won't go down tonight.

Can you take over for a bit, please?

- Bren? - Mm.

Fuckin' exhausted. Can you get him to sleep, please?

Fuckin' exhausted. Can you get him to sleep, please?

- Yeah. - (SIGHS) Thank you.

Lil, you know how I asked you to send Glenn our address?

You sent it to the post box like I asked, yeah?

No, I used your pager. It was quicker.

Alright, goodnight.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE) - (JAMES CRIES CONTINUOUSLY)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Sorry, did you say that you wanted

to open a new account with us?

- BRENDEN: No, no, I'm a client. - Yep.

BRENDEN: Yeah, I'm just trying to find out

if, um, anyone can access old messages?

WOMAN: Yes, but only for 48 hours.

48 hours?

WOMAN: Yes, that is correct.

And you're 100% sure about that?

WOMAN: Yes, I'm 100% sure, yep.

OK, thank you.

WOMAN: You're welcome. Have a nice night.

- Hey, wait. - Yep?

- Um, you still there? - Yeah, I'm still here.

- Um, you still there? - Yeah, I'm still here.

I just want to send two new messages.

And the first message...

WOMAN: Mm-hm?

BRENDEN: "Why aren't you returning my messages?"

- (PORTER SIGHS) - (PAGER BEEPS)

"Why aren't you returning my messages?"

He's getting nervous.

Uh, and the second message is, uh...

"Arriving in Melbourne tomorrow night."

WOMAN: OK, that's done.

(PAGER BEEPS)

Got him.

Check every single flight going to Melbourne tomorrow.

Every single airline.

Quilty, where are we at with the pager bill's address?

QUILTY: They didn't answer my calls.

PORTER: Call them again.

(QUILTY SIGHS) Fuck.

- (REFLECTIVE MUSIC) - (TRAIN CLATTERS)

(JAMES BURBLES)

Yeah, I'm well aware of that, Steve.

But I wouldn't be making this call

- if I wasn't absolutely certain. - (PAGER BEEPS)

You need to get as many bodies as you can

to Tullamarine Airport.

Plain clothes, gates, terminal, taxi rank.

Hold on a second. What?

- New message. - Yep?

Looks like he's heading into Darwin.

Darwin? What the fuck do you mean, Darwin?

Well, that's what it says.

"New plan, Darwin.

"Arrive tomorrow night."

OK. Fuck me.

Steve, you there?

Yep, all systems go.

He's flying into Melbourne.

He's flying into Melbourne.

STEVE ON PHONE: You'd better be sure.

(PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

QUILTY: We got the address.

Pager's bills are going to a residence in Adelaide.

PORTER: Yes. Yes.

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(GRUNTS)

Hello?

Fuckin' hell, did you get my messages?

I've been sitting on this phone all fucking day.

Slow down, mate. I just got back to the room.

I've got to get to the airport.

GLENN: No, no, no, no.

You've got to go to Brenden's

and tell them they've got my pager.

Alright, tell them not to page me.

Jesus, how the fuck did that happen?

No, no, no. Don't fucking waste my time, alright?

Alright, you've got to go there. I've tried everything.

I can't call the fucking house. You have to go there.

No, no, no, mate, no. I've got to get to the airport.

I can't miss my flight.

I've got my parole check-in in the morning.

GLENN: No, I don't fucking care, alright?

Just go to Brenden's.

(THUMPS SHELF) You screwed this over, cunt.

Alright, so you owe it to me

Alright, so you owe it to me

to make sure Brenden's not screwed over.

(GROANS)

(ZIPPER BUZZES)

(SPITS)

(KNOCKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

TAYLOR: The problem is I've missed my flight.

TAYLOR: The problem is I've missed my flight.

So can I just stay just for tonight?

- (SIGHS) - I will be gone in the morning.

We're gonna have to see what Brenden says about that.

But someone needs to be home with the baby.

So I think that's gonna be alright.

OK, great.

- Fine. - No worries. No worries.

- Police, don't move! - Don't move!

LILY: What the fuck?! My baby's in there!

- Don't move! - TAYLOR: Hey! Hey!

Get down! Get down! Get down on the ground!

(LILY SCREAMS)

Get the fuck down. Get down! Get down!

- ? Rest my bones ? - (JAMES CRIES)

- ? Mmm ? - Don't you fuckin' move!

That's not him! It's not fucking him!

It's not him!

- OFFICER: Where is he? - Mate!

Arghh!

(SCREAMS)

? When they call my name ?

- ? No, don't cry for me ? - (PAGER BEEPS)

? When they call my name ?

? Oh, I will be redeemed ?

? Oh, I will be redeemed ?

? I will be redeemed ?

STEWARDESS: Thank you for travelling with us

to the Gold Coast this evening.

We'll be disembarking

from the front and rear doors.

Please ensure that you leave your seatbelts on

until we finish taxiing.

The weather tonight is a crisp 16 degrees.

? Heavy the weight ?

? On my soul ?

? But I will find strength ?

? To carry on ?

? Oh, oh, oh ?

? Yeah, when they call my name ?

? No, don't cry for me ?

? Oh, when they call my name ?

? Oh, I will be redeemed ?

? Mm, I will be redeemed ?

? Mm, I will be redeemed ?

? Oh, I will be redeemed ?

? Yeah, I will be redeemed ?

? My soul, my soul ?

? Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm ?

? My soul, my soul ?

? Ohh! ?

? Oh, my soul ?

? My soul, my soul ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? My soul, my soul ?

? Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm ?

? Oh, my soul ?

? My soul, my soul ?

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