All language subtitles for Stone xx

Can the interests of big business conflict
with the interests of the people?

This

land to escape the squalid Europe of the
Industrial Revolution.

This great and beautiful land of ours is
being raped.

We pledge to preserve this wide,
brown land of ours.

We declare

this land as our own.

Oh, bitch.

You taught me a newie tonight,
didn't you?

Oh, Go on.

You know them all.

Oh yeah?

You reckon?

I'll see you on Monday.

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

Meanwhile, please fear an outbreak of
Viking violence following the death on

Thursday of Godown, the
third member of the Grave

Diggers motorcycle gang
to be killed within a week.

The unreported deaths of the bikies 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 bikey honours.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

I had the right to choose.

Seems a heavy penalty.

To know I could lose.

I'll spend my life alone.

You

just want a chance.

When you get up off your knees.

And start again.

Okay, go down.

You got it.

But believe me, whoever got you is gonna
get got too.

And that's a promise, right?

Right.

I know 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 alright.

Okay, Doctor.

SATAN!

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.

There's your colors, Godown.

Now you keep your identity down there,
man.

Let's 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 our 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.

Godown.

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.

No!

Stop it!

No, let me...

Christ.

I can't wait all day.

Hey, Undertaker.

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 more 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 gonna hang around
getting knocked off one by one

while you smart-ass bastards
do your investigation routines.

Anybody gets in our way and 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 few

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

Somebody's been doing it to us,
and we're gonna 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.

Right.

So why don't you just piss off?

Yeah.

Okay, fellas.

See you some more.

What's yours, love?

Double scotch.

Oh, Peter.

Piss off.

What's your problem?

Give a look at me when I speak to you.

Hey, man.

I thought he had you there for a minute.

Youse blokes.

Youse are not real good at public
relations, are youse?

Who needs public relations?

You only get arrested for indignation.

Exposure.

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

Let me handle the pattern.

What do you want?

Do you sell beer here?

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to buy some.

How much do you want?

A glass will do for a start.

Looking for someone?

Yeah, the, uh...

president of your club.

Undertaker?

Right.

What do you want the Undertaker for?

Isn't he the head man?

We're all heads here.

Joke.

Joke.

Joke.

Now, what's the deal?

You pushing tape 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 the 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.

Yeah.

Well, go and earn it off somebody else.

We don't need you.

Look, man, don't get heavy.

Just listen to me.

Listen to what I have to say, all right?

Piss off!

Well, look, man...

You're gone, man.

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

Well,

you're in big trouble.

What's the score, man?

You got a pro after you.

Pro, yeah?

Yeah.

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.

Get off the light!

Stay there, Stiggy.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, man, have as 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 you.

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

He didn't do much for Harry the Horse in
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?

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

Well, 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 about it?

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

Oh.

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 gonna know?

He sure doesn't look like a pig.

Shut up, Moss.

Listen, man, the whole point of us being
outlaws is because we're against pigs.

And everything a pig represents.

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

Well, dig, man, like we owe the cat a
favor.

Listen, man, I don't care how you carry
on.

Your ploys breaking the speed limit,
smoking dope, I don't know.

I don't care.

I'm supposed to find a killer.

Okay, diggers, what do you reckon?

Midnight.

Well, I'm with him.

Septic.

Yeah, man.

Zonk.

Uh...

Death.

Why not?

Buzzard.

69.

Ferret.

Stinky.

No pigs.

Bad, Max?

Yeah.

Scrag.

Hooks.

Give him a go, mate.

Pinball.

Oh, I get it.

Toad?

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 ride at the back of the pack and keep
your spanners off our malls.

Except by invitation only.

Shut your face, Todd.

He's only one cough.

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, I'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 morning.

Okay, let's get out of here.

See ya, pig.

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

It'll cruel our reputation.

Say, what's your name?

Stone.

What?

Stone.

Hey, you mean like...

That kind of stone?

Yeah, stone.

What?

Been for your swim?

Everything working all right?

How can I be sure of that?

You just have to take my word for it.

Oh, a rejection, a rejection.

Tell it to that bloke that was coming
around to pick me up this morning.

Oh, yeah, rent-a-bikey.

Why do you always get picked for these
weirdo scenes?

Typecasting, I guess.

So you'll be living in
some stinking cave with

those mutants for an
indefinite 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 fearless gang-busting.

When's it going to end?

When all the fearless 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... You sell used
cars to old ladies.

Give us a kiss.

Sorry, honey, I've got to go.

That's Mayor's call.

Morning.

Follow me.

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.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, Blue, get up.

We got a little generator upstairs.

Give us some power.

Doesn't that go out of stock?

Ah, he speaks a lot, man.

I ain't never seen him sleep.

Hey, Undertaker.

The man's here.

Hiya, Stone.

Hiya, Neil, Stone.

What are you doing, love?

Come

in.

Grab a seat.

How was it?

What a place.

What a place.

All right.

Thanks.

Come on.

Okay, yous blokes.

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

So just keep your heads shut...

and we'll be all right.

Okay?

All right.

Okay.

Ah!

Try them on for size, mate.

They'll never know your true identity.

They'll put through the washing machine a
couple hundred times first, eh?

You do that, man, you'll ruin a good set
of originals.

Yeah, you'll kill their character.

Anyway, the Phantom never washes his
suits, eh?

I haven't seen him.

You'll never see him.

You'll never see him.

You'll never see him.

So that's what fuzz really looked like.

Yum, yum, pigs butt.

All right.

Come on, come on.

Ah!

Ah!

Don't

put your eye on it.

Any one thing you expect in a flood?

No, not a thing.

Haven't you forgotten something?

No, not a thing.

Yeah, now that is a thing.

Yes.

That is a thing.

It's done.

Hey!

Come on, man!

Break the bloody neck!

Got him.

Okay, doctor.

There it is.

Nice little thing.

Yeah!

This is gonna hurt.

What another hole is this?

Yeah!

Now the thing got her down.

I'll pull it off, man.

Oh!

Come on, man.

Take it easy on him.

Nice!

Where am I tried, man.

My necks.

Hey, you wanna be a man?

No, thanks.

When you gonna get one?

Is that meant to be a personal question?

Is that part of the deal?

I just dig the taste of blood.

You're in.

By the sound of that, so is everybody
else.

Right.

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.

Midnight here can blow the
rest of us off pretty easy, so

if you can get anywhere near
him, man, you're doing okay.

You been around the circuit here?

Yeah.

Well, you know your way.

Right.

Once around the circuit, back to here
wins.

Fire up your engines.

You got some guts, son.

I don't know, when anybody
tries to knock you blokes

off, if you've got enough
time, you'll do it yourselves.

Who'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
those into a mass grave.

Bikes and all.

What sort of people?

Oh, I don't know.

Ordinary bike riders that get the rough
treatment.

Go on.

Well, uh, blokes who own garages.

Guys who own pubs and run milk bars.

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.

That's what hard riding's all about.

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

Oh, wow.

I bet that really moves past the
competition, eh?

Baby, 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.

Heh.

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 gravediggers are pretty strange
chicks, I tell you.

They, uh, don't do much
sitting down for a couple of

weeks after the gravediggers
have done it to them.

Any outraged boyfriends?

Nah, well, these birds are their own
people.

Like the head gravediggers 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 her face up everywhere.

And then she met the undertaker.

Good night.

Wow, man.

Like, I really love the gravediggers.

They are far out.

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

How come you love them?

They're a big favour, man.

A big, fat, beautiful favour.

They came in here one night with the
orgasm.

They're a group.

They're 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 cut and jive on me,
man.

You're a fuzz.

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 and things.

And the diggers started putting them on.

You know, seining them up gutless.

Sort of feeling their gear.

The next thing they got nasty in what was
on.

Wow, what a freaky scene.

Those racket guys are mean.

But the beautiful diggers kicked them
almost to death.

And in time to the music as well.

The way they danced up the side of those
hoods' heads.

Fred Astaire would have lost his mind.

Anyway, the diggers soft-shooted them
right out the freaking door.

Oh, the heavies, they really didn't 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, alright, 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.

There's a cop on the floor.

I'll call the phone for you, Amanda.

Inspector 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
biker hootlums.

Why 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.

Ah.

Maybe I should run that article on police
brutality.

Indeed, Inspector.

But you must understand,
Inspector, doesn't your

girlfriend get lonely when
you have to work long hours?

Yes, I know you're married.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Thank you.

Um, gin and tonic and I'm glad you'd beg
for this.

Give us a cigarette.

Give us a...

kiss.

What?

I said give us a kiss.

Hey, fellas!

He won't give me a kiss.

Poor old Toad, eh?

They won't give him a kiss.

Here, Toad.

I'll give you a kiss.

Oh.

Uh, who are you staring at?

I wasn't staring at anyone.

Fancy me, do you?

Not really.

Why not?

What's wrong?

You're staring at me again.

Toad?

Yeah?

You want a drink?

No.

I've got a couple.

Oi!

Thanks for the cigarette, gentlemen.

One for you, Stingfinger.

One for me.

One for you, Doc.

And another one for you, sweetie.

One for you, Stingfinger.

One for you, Stingy.

Me.

One for you, Doc.

My darling.

One for you.

Stingfinger.

Me.

Doctor Death.

And my little beauty.

One for you.

Sting.

Me.

Doc.

Special one for you, my darling.

Stingy.

Show your cards.

Hey, man.

It's the Black Horse.

Well, if it isn't our old mate,
the Gravy.

Birdman.

And his dodos.

There doesn't seem to be too many of you
around lately.

Been living up to your names, eh?

Who's writing this?

I am.

Hey, man.

Where did you get that?

Somebody made me an offer I couldn't
refuse.

Jack crap.

It fell over.

Man, take it easy.

Come on, you want to get heavy?

Take it easy.

Come on, you want to get heavy?

Come on, pass off.

How are we going?

All right.

Oh, 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 we used.

I know, it seems to you?

It seems to me to be a perfect opportunity
to set him up for a major hit.

Transfer the blame to the Blackhawks.

A good way to put all our eggs in the one
basket.

We better check the woods, right?

Come on.

I can't believe your bike.

It really goes, doesn't it?

And you screw it on in seconds.

Wow, the vibrations.

Stop!

Oh, you taker!

Rip him, rip him!

I

told you to keep your spanners off our
malls!

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 get 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.

All 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 only 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 jail.

And now somebody's knocking up our mates.

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.

I want to see Toad.

How'd you all get together?

It's peculiar.

But when you've been conditioned into
believing something, and 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.

No, thanks, man.

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

around the outside of me, I really thought
you was gonna 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 on 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.

Worked for nothing.

Hanging 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 States?

Right.

Right.

You were in hospital for a week?

I wasn't ready.

That 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.

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...

Right.

Understand?

Right!

Right.

It's a good thing.

Yep.

Well, that's why we're here, man.

Together.

Of course, when we're out there riding
with the grave diggers, right.

Of course, we own the world.

What can stop us, man?

What can stop us?

The sun's up.

Who's for a swim?

Ah, you gotta 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.

What a beautiful

way to go to work.

Yeah, with your head stuck in a newspaper.

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

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

That's why you gotta 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.

Who needs a...

I don't know.

Some joker came in this morning.

Left this for you.

Said you'd be interested to get it back.

Anything wrong?

Yeah, man.

That's Goldhound's helmet.

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 a
compliment to the Black Orcs.

Oh, yeah.

Intrepid birdman, eh?

Bloody clowns.

We'd better get over there.

A few miles away, dear.

Oh, stick with them, will you,
mate?

This is our business.

Come on, fellas.

Hey, hang on.

Come on.

Hey, I'm a faker.

Listen, you gotta be kidding, man.

I mean, this is a set-up.

It's a hit.

That wasn't left there by the Black Orcs.

Yeah.

Surprise, surprise, man.

Look, man.

Walk into a bullet.

That's where we're coming from,
Shilliman.

We'll make out.

OK, bud.

Listen, this is police business, and when
you come off here... This is our business.

We'll be changing your phone.

A little pause.

..

and we are back.

Drop your guns!

Get up!

Call it!

Get up!

Drop your guns!

Come on!

That's him!

That's the man!

Are you okay?

I got him, Undertaker!

I got him!

Of course you did!

Yeah!

Hey, who is he?

The guy from the demo!

The demo we was at!

He shot the other cat, right?

Dr. Townes!

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.

I figured it was my fault.

You give me a kick in...

and kiss me off.

And I got scared.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, I'm gonna die!

Bullshit, Ted.

Two small holes like that?

No way!

I can tell, I think.

How are your guts?

My guts is in a knot, son.

We can fix the old saddlebags up for you.

Yeah.

You can have them out in the back while
you're riding.

Yeah.

You gotta crap in a plastic bag.

Right.

I'm not scared.

Because it doesn't hurt, right?

Right.

Oh, I'm sorry, mate.

Ah, forget it.

Still together, right?

Right.

Where's old Doctor Death, then?

Ah...

He finally made it, mate.

I'll be there too soon, eh?

Doesn't feel bad.

Feels quite good, really.

Quite a fucking trip it's been,
eh?

Cool it, Undertaker.

Get back, Stone.

He's our guy.

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 gotta protect him, man.

Bullshit.

I will kill you!

You really are a peeing act.

All right, you can fuck him.

You can have the lot of him.

We'll be back.

Come on, let's go.

They're bloody fools.

They'll have every cop in the state
looking for him.

Why?

What have they done?

Well, there has to be an inquiry.

They'll be charged with
illegal possession of firearms,

discharging firearms in a public
place, Christ knows what else.

That's if they're caught.

I know you will be.

Will they go to jail?

Hard to say.

And you better get rid of that before
Inspector Hennigan sees it.

I don't think so.

I can't understand why you like them.

Hmm.

Well, they've got something going for
them.

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

They just happen to
do the sort of things that

a lot of people would
like to be able to do.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I like the old grave diggers.

I'll be glad to see them any time.

No!

Inspector Hennigan.

No cops.

No cops.

They're scared

to death to when cops can't find them or
where they'll do the nice job how you are.

Consider that.

What's this, didn't I open it anyway?

Ask them how they're doing, but to what
extent?

and that's it.

I'll see it on Sunday.

Remember where I left it?

Oh, I know,

because they took his girl, A little
pause...and we are back.