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What about them?

Nothing much.

Well you better get them separated.

(tools clanking) (machine whirring)

Hey Malcolm.

How come you're still here?

Yes, sir.

See you tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

(tools clanking) (engine rumbling)

(bright music)

(bell ringing)

(bright music)

(bell ringing) (bright music)

(bright music)

They're laughing at me out there.

Do you know that?

Do you even care?

I employ a bloke like you out of the goodness of my heart.

And what do I get?

Some loony who uses the department's time, money,

and spare parts to build his own model tram for Christ sake.

Are you listening to me, Malcolm?

Yes.

Then look at me for Christ sake.

You've done it this time, you know, Malcolm?

You do know that?

I am getting through to you, aren't I?

You are fired.

Sacked.

Do you understand?

From now on, God help me,

I'm only staffing this place

with 100 percenters and that's all.

The full quid, savvy.

Now get out of here.

I'll be lucky to keep my own job,

but I'll make sure as hell you don't keep yours.

Could I still keep me tram?

What?

Get out.

Out.

(men chattering)

(bright music)

(kids chattering) (bright music)

(dog barking)

(bright music)

(bird squawking) (chain whirring)

Want an apple, Arnold?

Want a bit of apple?

Here's a bit.

Go on.

There you go.

Chew on that.

(chain whirring)

(bright music)

You like me being at home, don't you, Arnold?

(bird squawking)

Wanna go for a ride?

(bird squawking)

(bright music)

(kids chattering) (bright music)

(bright music) (toy car whirring)

(horn beeping)

(bright music)

(bell ringing)

(bright music)

Where's me milk?

(bright music)

Hello, Malcolm.

[Malcolm] Hello.

(bright music)

(bell ringing)

Malcolm.

I know you don't understand,

but I can't give you any more milk or bread or newspapers.

You haven't paid me for three weeks.

You've got no job

and you're not trying to get another one.

If your mother was alive, she'd be horrified.

Spending all your money on these toys.

How much you got left in the bank?

$128.

Well, that's not gonna last long.

Look, I've been thinking.

I reckon you oughta get in a boarder.

This is what we'll do.

We'll stick a notice in the window

and I'll tell you what to ask them.

Could I have me milk now?

Gidday.

You got a room?

A room?

Yeah, there's a note in the Milk Bar window.

Yes.

Well is there?

What?

A room.

Yes.

Well, can I see it?

Yes.

I've got some questions.

[Mrs. ♪] Has he answered?

Yeah, Mrs. ♪.

[Mrs. ♪] Well, where is he?

[Jenny] Where is he?

[Mrs. ♪] Stay there, love.

He'll be back in a minute.

One.

Do you have any references?

References?

Two.

Are you a neat and tidy person

who makes his, stroke, her own bed and washes the dishes?

Eh?

Three.

Are you a good cook?

Listen, I just want a room.

Four.

$35 per week.

Well, I haven't even seen the joint yet.

What?

Well, 'rm not gonna take it til I see it.

[Malcolm] It's this one.

$35 a week, is it?

Are you in regular employment?

Don't worry, I can pay.

Yes.

Who was that?

That was Mrs. ♪.

I'm going to the pub.

What's up with him?

(door thudding)

(dogs barking)

[Frank] Keep the change, mate.

[Driver] Thanks, man.

(woman laughing)

(dogs barking)

[Frank] Where's me key?

(woman laughing)

Shhh.

(door thudding)

(dog barking)

Hello.

Where's the coffee?

I'll get it for you.

Sure.

Thanks.

I'm Judith.

I'm a friend of Frank's.

Who are you?

I'm Malcolm Hughes.

I'm the landlord.

Malcolm Hughes, the landlord.

How come you own this house?

It's my mom's house.

Where is she?

She's dead.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

She died on the 23rd of July.

Last year?

Yes.

I like your trains.

Trams.

Is this your mom?

Yes.

And me.

She looks lovely.

Yes.

I bet you miss her.

Is your mom dead?

She might as well be.

Frank's sleeping in mom's bed.

Where did your mom die?

In bed.

Judith, you got my shirt?

[Judith] Sh, Malcolm.

[Malcolm] Yes.

What?

[Judith] Shut up, Frank.

Which bed did she die in?

- Why? - The one nearest the door.

Which door?

- In the hospital. - What?

She died in the hospital.

[Frank] Who?

His mother.

Thank Christ for that.

Now.

Is it okay if I stay here, too?

There's no more bedrooms.

Oh, well I can stay in Frank's room.

Yeah.

She'll pay ya some rent.

Yeah, I got a job.

You want to be a boarder, too?

Yeah.

That's right.

One.

Do you have any references?

Two.

(door squeaking)

Why don't you come over tonight, Frank?

[Frank] Yeah, right.

You're not getting involved with him, are you, Frank?

Why?

The guy's trouble.

Oh, he's all right.

Sure.

(plane engine rumbling)

Needle nose.

- What? - Needle nose pliers.

Oh yeah.

Right.

Open the door.

(door creaking)

[Frank] Shit.

Shit.

[Man] Shut the door.

I can't.

It's stuck.

Get the boxes in the bloody van.

I'll shut the door.

Cops.

[Cop] VKC 203, we're going in.

Code five.

[Dispatcher] Roger that, 203.

Come on.

Come on out of there, fellas.

(siren wailing)

Get the van.

[Cop] Hey, get us down, will ya?

You guys are in a lot of trouble.

(siren wailing)

[Dispatcher] All units in the vicinity

of Rosedon Road, Port Melbourne,

please proceed there immediately.

- [Cop] I can't see. They're right underneath us.

[Dispatcher] Port Melbourne 203, please advise position.

[Frank] Give us a hand, will ya?

[Judith] I'm not touching that stuff.

[Frank] Don't be an asshole.

Hi, Malcolm.

What do you want?

Are those boxes?

No, they're pineapples.

[Judith] It's all right, Malcolm.

Yes, they are boxes.

Frank's looking after them for a friend of his.

Can I have the cardboard?

[Judith] Sure.

When his friend's finished with them, okay.

(bright music)

(mailman whistling)

(whirring) (bright music)

This is for Frank.

Thanks, Malcolm.

Bloody lovely.

[Judith] You're way off, Frank.

Crap.

He knows.

So, what's he gonna do about it?

When he tells the old duck at the Milk Bar, we're goners.

[Judith] He doesn't care about stuff like that.

Oh, of course he bloody cares about stuff like that.

He's a goodie, goodie.

He'll wanna get rid of us.

I cannot believe how dumb you are sometimes.

We've gotta have it out with him.

Malcolm.

I gotta know where I stand.

Malcolm, come here.

Don't you screw it up, Frank.

[Frank] Malcolm.

Yes, Frank.

Oh, I give up.

Something I've gotta tell you.

I just got out of jail.

So if you're gonna blabber that all around the place,

we might as well pack up and leave now.

[Judith] Frank.

You're not gonna leave, are ya?

No way, Malcolm.

No way.

(hammer thudding)

[Frank] You in there?

[Malcolm] Yes, I'm in here.

Yeah, I can see that.

This is for you.

For me?

[Frank] Yeah.

Looks like one of your boxes, Frank.

Yeah, I know that.

Here.

Looks like good cardboard.

Pull out the cardboard.

Have a look inside.

A television?

Yep.

Now you can watch TV in your room.

(tool whirring)

What's he doing out there?

Who knows.

Bloody waste of time.

That's pretty funny coming from you.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean that I don't think you not known

for your capacity for work can criticise him

who unlike you at least is doing something.

Bullshit.

It's not bullshit.

Anyway, why have you got it in for Malcolm?

He's harmless.

He's a moron.

You're the moron.

(tool whirring)

I hope you're proud of yourself.

It wasn't me that yelled it out.

You really are warped.

[Frank] I'm not gonna hang around for one of your sermons.

(tool whirring)

Shit.

(bird squawking)

(dog barking)

(bright music)

(man whistling)

(bright music)

[Man] Service.

(bright music)

What are you doing here?

Thought you might be missing Malcolm.

Hello, Judith.

Is this your work?

Hello, Malcolm.

Sit down here.

Hey.

Hey, how 'bout a little service, love?

(men laughing)

♪ See that boy shout ♪

Hello, mate.

Got $0.20, Frank?

No, I haven't.

Do you work here or not?

How do you make this work?

Eh?

It plays music.

What do you wanna eat?

You haven't got any money.

Don't worry about that.

Jude will look after us.

Pick something out of there.

[Judith] You two, what do you want?

Are you on the menu?

Say what are you doing after work?

Cut that out.

Frank.

Leave it, Frank.

No don't, Frank.

Frank, don't do it.

Frank, Jesus Christ.

(bright music)

Asshole.

[Actor 1] Mind your own business.

[Actor 2] Come on, fellas, this is not.

[Actor 1] Who are you calling fat man?

[Actor 2] Calling you fat man, fat man.

What'd you expect me to just sit there

and watch them assholes treat you like a slut?

I could handle it, Frank.

It's you who couldn't

and now I haven't got a job thanks to you.

Yeah well, I didn't want you working

in a sleaze hole like that anyway.

You didn't want me working in a sleaze hole like that.

It's a job, dickhead.

Malcolm hasn't got a job.

We don't seem to be doing too well

out of your little business

and now thanks to you, I haven't got a job.

Oh, rub it in, why don't ya?

When the skinny one nearly fell over (laughs).

(bright music)

No way.

You're not getting on with all that stuff.

Malcolm.

Come on, you mad bugger, get on.

(bright music) (bell ringing)

What are you building another tram now?

(bright music)

Must be you two.

He's a lot better.

You've known him for a fair while, Mrs. ♪?

Been here 18 years.

His mother was a lovely woman.

God love her.

But she really messed that boy up.

It's not a bloody library, you know.

If only he put his mind to something.

Use that brain of his for better things than those toys.

He's actually pretty smart.

I know, love, but it's all in his head.

See you later, Mrs. ♪.

[Announcer] Four lengths between first and last.

Frank.

- Frank, come here. - Why?

Come here.

I wanna show you something, come on.

What?

Out here.

It's a car, isn't it?

It's for you, Frank.

For me?

Yes, Frank.

Is this what you been working on out here?

Does it work?

It's a getaway car.

A what?

Like on TV.

A getaway car?

It works.

Get in, Frank.

Go on, get in.

(bright music)

(coins clanking)

Hang about.

Keep the engine running.

(bright music)

[Driver] Oy.

Flaming turkey.

(bright music)

[Frank] Hit it.

Hit it?

Hit it.

Go, go.

(bright music)

He's going for the ball.

Marks it.

Okay, he's a good mark.

We all know he's a good mark.

All right, should be fine.

Shit.

(bright music)

I can run faster than this.

Open her up.

What, Frank?

[Frank] Faster, faster.

[Malcolm] It's as fast as it'll go.

Shit.

Open the glove box.

Just drive this shit heap, will ya?

Open the glove box.

All right.

What's this for?

Steering.

Eh?

Like a motorbike.

Jesus.

Ride it like a motorbike.

- Yeah, that's right. - Jesus.

Bloody hell.

207 to VKC.

[Dispatcher] Melbourne 207, do you require backup?

(siren wailing) (bright music)

What colour is the other half, 207?

[Cop 1] The vehicles are yellow.

[Cop 2] VKC, the vehicles are all yellow.

[Dispatcher] All the vehicles are yellow, 2077

(siren wailing) (bright music)

[Cop 1] Get out of the bloody road.

[Cop 2] VKC, two vehicles.

All yellow.

(siren wailing) (bright music)

[Dispatcher] 207, you are on a police chase.

[Cop 2] Roger.

[Cop 1] Bloody hell.

They're going into Woolworth.

(siren wailing) (bright music)

Shit.

[Dispatcher] 207, intercept as soon as possible.

Your suspects are not regarded as dangerous.

Shit.

[Dispatcher] Please respond.

I don't believe it.

How do you do it?

Let's take Jude for a ride.

It's a bit cramped.

It's a nice car though, Malcolm.

Ah, cars are too big these days.

That's a change.

What happened to the Pontiac convertible?

Oh, this is a convertible.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

(woman screaming)

(bright music)

[Frank] Hang onto me, Jude.

I'm hanging on, you stupid bastard.

(bright music) (car revving)

Ahhh!

(bright music) (car revving)

Jesus.

(woman screaming)

You've blown it, Frank.

[Frank] Bullshit.

Ya have.

[Frank] Why?

You know why?

[Frank] Why?

Getting Malcolm to make that.

Bullshit.

He did it himself.

You've blown it.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

What about you anyway?

[Judith] What do you mean?

The way you walk around.

What?

[Frank] With bugger all on.

What the hell's that got to do with it?

[Frank] He hates it.

Malcolm?

[Frank] Yeah.

He couldn't care less.

Bullshit.

You're so keen on showing your tits,

you wouldn't even notice.

Up yours.

Want a cup of tea, Frank?

[Frank] Oh yeah.

[Malcolm] Tell me about the bank, Frank.

What bank?

About when you go into it.

Why?

How do you get the money?

[Judith] Don't you dare tell him.

Very funny.

That's nice, Judith.

Wanker.

[Reporter] Two policeman couldn't believe

when a car simply split apart as if sliced down the middle.

[Witness] Couldn't believe my eyes.

One part sort of just, you know.

The other part just straight down the lane.

The police saw it, too.

Hey Frank, we should get a car like that, eh.

Yeah, sure.

One is registered LDW.

The other 073.

Police described the drivers as being in their early 30s.

Now some overseas news.

(knocking)

[Judith] Hi, Jenny.

Is it okay if I come in?

Mama, (speaks in foreign language).

Judith.

Hello.

(speaking in foreign language)

Have you come about Malcolm?

Yeah.

Have you known him long?

Yeah.

I just.

(speaking in foreign language)

Do you like him?

Yeah.

(bright music)

[Announcer] An upset with the outsider

in the field of six.

Sir Regrefoe giving up to win, ridden by Nick Harnett.

Starting at 14 to one, 950 and 285...

Do you wanna do something?

[Frank] I am.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's get some fresh air.

It's bad for ya.

Come on. The three of us will go out.

Waste of time.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's walk to the pub.

Oh yeah, all right.

Okay.

[Announcer] 150 and 75...

(siren wailing)

Malcolm, get your coat on.

Come on, Frank.

(siren wailing)

You haven't told me how you get them

to give you the money, Frank.

And he's not going to either.

Come on, Jude.

Yeah, Judith.

Stay here.

Just stand here.

I'll show ya.

Hands up, you assholes.

Nobody move.

You got it, you got it, you got it.

It's a stick up, you're right.

You too, lady.

Wipe that grin off your face.

Stick 'em up or I'll blow your brains out.

Watch out, Frank.

Behind you.

It's the oldest trick in the book, Jude.

Come on.

- You can do better than that. - Watch out.

Oh shit.

If it hurts that much, go to the doctor.

Shut up, you stupid bitch.

Why didn't you stop him?

I tried.

Didn't I, Malcolm?

[Malcolm] Yeah, she did, Frank.

You shut up, too, shithead.

I've had enough of you.

Don't you speak to him like that.

Oh, would you listen to that?

I just had me head bashed in

and all you care about is this dickhead.

I'm warning you, Frank.

Oh, bugger, I'm going out for beer.

I hope you have a brain haemorrhage,

except I know you've got nothing to have it with.

(man laughing)

Oh, I'm not laughing.

Look, not a smile.

I think it's a terrible thing that happened to you.

(man laughing hysterically)

Hands up, you assholes.

What the?

(toy whirring)

[Malcolm] Nobody move.

I don't believe it.

[Malcolm] I said nobody move.

I think it's candid camera.

Nobody move.

(hand knocking)

Get back or I'll shoot.

Is it real?

I don't know.

It's real, so you'd better give me the money.

[Guard] It can't be real.

It's just a toy.

Some joke.

It's not a joke.

It's a real gun.

It shoots real bullets.

What did you say?

You're gonna have to speak up.

Just hand over the money.

What's going on?

Oh it's you, Frank.

Of course it's bloody me.

I forgot me keys.

What's all this?

What's what?

Sh.

It's a hold up, Frank.

See?

All remote control.

This is the gun button and this is the camera

and it's my bank.

Look.

That makes him go up and down.

That makes him go left and right.

Watch it.

(gun firing)

Shit.

Christ, he means it.

[Frank] We mean it, all right.

Okay, you assholes, bring them bags here.

[Malcolm] Tell 'em to put it on the back, Frank.

Okay.

Slowly put 'em on the back.

Now, move!

(toy whirring)

The doors are shut, Frank.

We're stuck.

Long hair on the left.

Come here and stick your floor on the mat.

Yeah you move.

I'll blow your balls off.

(toy whirring)

(siren wailing)

Better hurry now.

[Malcolm] It goes real fast, Frank.

(siren wailing)

[Frank] You little beauty.

(siren wailing)

We've lost 'em, Frank.

[Frank] That's not all we've bloody lost.

We can do it again.

What in God's name got into ya?

[Frank] He did it himself.

Crap, Frank.

You're a bloody liar.

I heard you, both of you.

You and Malcolm talking all the way

through the shopping centre.

And calling each other by name.

You're bloody hopeless.

I come in in the middle of it.

He worked the whole thing out by himself.

Frank, not for a moment did I think you had anything

to do with working it out, but he sure as hell

didn't arrive there by himself.

He did.

And what about that gun?

He could've killed someone.

[Malcolm] They were blanks, Judith.

Were they?

Oh you're both helpless.

You're turning him into a bloody crim.

Ah, he's no crim.

Didn't even care when he lost the money.

[Judith] Try telling the cops that.

The cops wouldn't know where to start looking.

He never left his bedroom.

They're not total idiots.

They'd found out sooner or later.

Well if you're so worried about it,

why don't you help him?

What?

Help him rob banks?

Yeah, not a bad idea.

Sure as hell wouldn't make

a bigger balls up of it as you do.

Well do it.

Never.

You'll get caught.

You just said he wouldn't.

[Frank] No.

Not this time.

(engine rumbling)

Great value for money, eh, Frank?

Hi, Jenny.

Hi, Judith.

[Judith] You ready?

Oh, I don't know.

I really shouldn't

Oh, come on.

We're gonna have a lot of fun.

I don't know, Judith.

Let's do it.

It'll be great.

We've got all afternoon.

Come over in a couple of minutes.

(patrons chattering)

♪ You should be on the hills of what I find ♪

♪ All that I want to find ♪

♪ I never have ♪

♪ But I gave her $1000 to be mine ♪

Sit here, Frank.

Yeah.

What do you wanna drink?

Malcolm, maybe you'd like to get us some drinks.

I'm not thirsty.

Jenny might like something.

No, thank you.

Come to a pub to drink.

I'll get "em."

The SW2 class came into existent

when number 436 was rebuilt from the W1 class design

of 938 to test the sliding tunnels

planned for the SW6 class.

Now, the even pillar spacing is maintained

so that doors are narrower than in other cars

and the centre windows are evenly spaced.

Now, the last three unconverted W1 class cars

has number 426, 431, and 478 were then converted

to the SW2 class design,

but with a side pillars repositioned

as in the W2 class design.

I gotta go to the toilet.

Frank.

What?

You ever used that?

[Malcolm] What?

You know.

You know what I mean?

You know, you ever err?

You know, you ever.. Been with a sheila?

(patrons chattering)

Oh Jenny, there's another very interesting fact

that I didn't tell you.

It relates to the maintenance of trams.

Now, as a result of serious damage,

number 644, two and five were converted

to an advanced design and would have been the prototypes

for the conversion of the entire W2 class.

I can show you what I meant by that SW6

and particularly number 850.

It was built with no lights.

Malcolm, get Jenny a cup of tea.

Yes Judith, I'll do that.

Subsequently, the order was extended by 15 cars

and later a further contract

for another 100 cars was placed.

Now these cars, they had a chopper control system

to cut power consumption

and an added door to expedite unloading.

It was a very good tram in fact.

And now to the nearest decimal point,

there's 136.52 miles of tram routes

in the Melbourne metropolitan area.

Malcolm?

I'm gonna work for my uncle.

His shop's in Lalor.

Malcolm?

Are you okay?

I feel sick.

Where's Jenny?

Jenny went home.

Hey!

What have you two been doing?

I was showing Malcolm how to make love.

Bloody lovely.

We talked about it, Frank.

In fact, you suggested it.

Bullshit.

I've been lined up outside, you dirty mole.

Don't you dare say that.

I'm in there asleep and you're out here

screwing this half wit.

You bastard.

You and him against me now, eh?

Well I'm sick of it.

Come back, Frank.

I only told him how to do it.

We didn't do it, you moron.

Malcolm.

Hey.

Malcolm.

You don't wanna let him upset you like this.

He just flies off the handle sometimes, that's all.

He's like that.

It's because of something that happened

to him when he was a kid.

Hey.

Well you see.

Frank's mom died when he was little

and his dad decided to pick up and move to Melbourne.

They lived on a farm, see.

His dad was a good carpenter

and he thought he'd do well in Melbourne.

So they picked up the car and they set off.

And Frank was happy 'cause he loved his dad, you know.

Anyway, they started driving and driving and driving.

It got really dark.

Really, really dark.

Then, in the middle of the highway

in the middle of nowhere, the car stopped.

They'd run out of petrol.

So Frank's dad said, "Okay. Now I want you"

to climb over into the backseat.

Cover yourself with a blanket and go to sleep

and when I go, you lock the door

because I'm gonna walk back on the road

to where I saw a building with some lights on

and I'm gonna ask 'em for petrol.

So Frank crawled over into the back,

put the blanket over himself,

and went into this deep, deep sleep.

Next thing he knew, he's woken up

by this dreadful thumping on the roof.

This bang, bang, bang, bang.

He bolt upright and looked out into the darkness

to the left and to the right

and straight ahead and backwards.

There was nothing there and he was scared stiff.

And again bang, bang, bang, bang.

And suddenly out of nowhere all these headlights

came streaming through the windows.

And he heard this voice over a loud speaker saying,

"This is the police."

If there's anyone in that car, on the count of three,

I want you to open the door and run towards me,

but don't look back.

Whatever you do, don't look back.

And so Frank very, very quietly slipped across the seat.

Put his hand on the handle.

Opened it up and ran like hell towards the voice.

And there, just as he was getting

to the cars and the police,

he turned around and looked back.

And what do you think he saw?

Right on the car, there's this crazy man

smashing something on the roof.

And you know what it was?

A head.

Frank's dad's head.

You see, Frank's dad had gone back to a lunatic asylum

and that was one of the loonies.

(Frank coughing)

Did they put your dad's head

back on for the funeral, Frank?

Bloody good food, Jude.

Potatoes a little burnt.

I like 'em like that.

Me too.

I've been... Frank, I've been

You go.

No, you go first.

I know you're up to something.

What are you talking about?

Don't, Frank.

I know you and Malcolm are pulling a job.

You're out all the time.

Malcolm's building all the time.

Every time I go out,

I don't know whether I'll ever see you again.

Can't stand it.

So I'm gonna help ya.

What, rob banks?

I'm serious, Frank.

I've been thinking about it.

You can't look after yourself.

Neither can Malcolm.

He's got great ideas, but he knows nothing

about cops or jails or anything.

What would I do without you?

Don't wanna spend another two years

staring at you through the wire netting once a week.

Couldn't stand it.

So I'm gonna help you.

Okay?

There it is.

250 grand in a trolley,

every Thursday morning at 10 o'clock

pushed by two guards straight across there.

[Judith] It's all crooks money anyway.

Would you like this, will we, sir?

I'd like three of these, please.

Would you like me to wrap them

or would you rather drive them home?

What?

I'm only joking, mate.

(kids chattering)

What about that one?

Nah, dead end.

This one?

Nah, not smooth enough.

Hey, look at that.

Yeah.

Yeah, that could be all right.

(hammer clanking)

[Judith] Malcolm, this okay?

That's very good, Judith.

How's Malcolm?

Pretty good.

Don't see much of him these days.

Has he got a job?

Yeah.

Sort of.

He's working on this

Can I get a Winfield please?

Do you mind?

I'm serving this lady.

It's okay.

Serve him first.

Some people got no manners.

What do you want?

Four replacement ashtray units.

Just a second.

I have to check with the boss, all right.

(speaking in foreign language)

[Judith] Come on, you guys.

All we have to do is deliver these.

Then we can go home, okay.

Nobody said anything.

None to worry.

One there, one there, and one there.

Sign here, please.

Not my job.

You sign.

Thought you might say that.

Get a move on.

What?

[Judith] Move your ass.

(man whistling)

Bossy bossy, eh.

Yeah, yeah.

We done it.

Jesus Christ, I'm wet through.

I'm not cut out for this.

Oh, you were great.

Okay, let's go.

[Malcolm] Can you start now, Frank?

[Frank] Of course I can.

Just get going.

(bright music)

(lift bell dinging)

(bright music)

(lift bell dinging)

(bright music)

Shit, there's someone coming.

[Malcolm] There's too many of us.

[Frank] Act natural.

[Malcolm] We had it set on back down.

[Frank] Sh.

(lift bell dinging)

(bright music)

Watch out.

[Judith] Okay, the coast is clear.

Okay.

(bright music)

Okay, let's get out of here.

Well Arnold.

Today's a very important day.

We're gonna do a big job.

And tomorrow we'll be in the newspapers.

So I'm gonna take you to Mrs. ♪ for a few days.

(bird squawking)

But don't worry.

I won't forget you.

[Parrot] Thanks a lot.

[Malcolm] Look after yourself.

Remember you guys, it's only money.

Things go wrong, we split.

[Cop] Hey, Dave.

[Dave] Aw, shit.

[Cop] They're in there.

[Dave] Are they?

Let's get some help.

[Cop] Yeah.

What's the time?

9:46.

All your stuff working?

Yes.

Well, suppose all we can do is wait.

(man whistling)

Seems pretty quiet.

Yes, I can't see any policemen.

Bloody better not be.

Be in the shit.

[Cop] Strewth!

Now.

Freeze, you assholes.

[Malcolm] We've got you surrounded.

[Judith] Don't try anything smart.

[Frank] Hit it.

(explosion booming)

(smoke alarm wailing)

[Judith] Behind you, Frank.

(gun firing)

(smoke alarm wailing)

(alarm beeping)

Hit the window, Malcolm.

(alarm beeping)

(glass shattering) (alarm beeping)

We've got it.

[Frank] You little beauty.

(alarm beeping)

[Man] You stupid idiot.

Don't you look where you're going.

What have you done to me?

Look at my pastries.

You bastards.

(sirens wailing)

(gun firing)

[Cop] It's a bloody dummy.

After them.

(ice cream truck music)

Bloody traffic.

[Policeman] Easy to get along with.

Cares about his family.

Policemen.

Where?

Act natural.

I am.

Suppose that'll all go out the door now.

I don't know.

They might get it together.

Hey, Roger.

How 'bout an ice cream?

I don't want an ice cream.

It's middle of winter.

Eh, come on.

Hey, mate.

Give us an ice cream.

We haven't got any.

Tell him.

We haven't got any.

No ice cream?

No rear vision mirror.

Pull over in front of us.

What the?

(sirens wailing)

We're nearly there, Jude.

- You ready? - Yeah.

There it is, Frank.

Okay, let's go.

(sirens wailing)

(bright music)

Damn!

(bright music)

(chattering) (bright music)

No problems.

What about the tram?

It's the same as Melbourne, Frank.

They say the guards carry 26,000 quantos.

How much is that?

$200,000.

We'll have it by tomorrow night.

Hey signomi, three cuppas.

[Judith] This is Portugal, Frank.

Not Greece.

(bright music)

(bright music continues)

(bright music continues)