All language subtitles for Two.Hands.1999.720p.BluRay.x264-.YTS.AM.eng

(man) Help me! Someone!

Someone, help me, please!
Help!

(man #2) Will you
shut the fuck up?

(slapping)
(groaning)

Pando, please believe me.
I'm not fucking bullshitting.

I'm telling the truth.
Ring Deirdre.

We're doing this job
tomorrow.

I'm gonna get
your fucking ten grand back.
I'll give you 15, I promise.

Ring her, please!
We're doing this job.

I'm gonna
get fucking money.
Just ring Deirdre up.

OK, Jimmy.
What's her number?

It's 93891...

Fuck, no,
she's at her mum's place.

Fuck. I don't know
her number.

Call 013. Call 013.

What's it under?

Uh, Fletcher.
Crusher - "C." It's...

Fuck! That was just
his nickname.

Oh, what was his real name?

It was... it was John
or something.

No, wait, it was...
Robert Henry Fletcher,
yeah.

Robert.
It was Robert Fletcher.

Hello.

Could I have a number
for a Robert Fletcher
in...?

Botany.

What street?

Oh, fuck.
I don't know.

I mean, I've been there
a million times,
I know how to get there...

Somewhere in Botany.

Uh...

Botany Road?

There's a P. Fletcher
in Botany Road.

No, no. They live down
one of them back streets.

Anything else
under "R" in Botany?

Ah, nothing.
Thanks very much.

Nothing.

It must be
a silent number.

Sorry, Jim.
(* "Belter" by Powderfinger)

* You

* Go

* I feel like dropping bombs
between your eyes

* But not today

* Too

* Slow

* I feel like sinking
arrows in your mind

* You're all the same

* You don't have to reveal it

* You get trouble concede

* You don't have to
reveal it *

(panting)

(grunts)

If you're going through
some sort of shit in your life,

chances are someone else
has been through
the same thing before you,

and they've written it down.

Some poet or philosopher

has been through
the same type of crap,

and they've written about it.

And when you find that poem
or that piece of writing

and you think, "Bloody hell!

This bastard
just summed it all up,"

it's kind of comforting.

Know what I mean?

Yeah! Fuck him!

The Chinese reckon

that man is a bridge
between heaven and hell,

the middle ground
between the yin and the yang.

The yin...

and the yang.

Me and my little brother Jimmy
here,

we got these tattoos one day.

One side is white
with a little bit of black

and the other side is black
with a little bit of white.

See, something that's good
can still have a little bit
of bad in it,

and something that's bad
still has a little bit of good.

(overlapping distorted voices)

Hey, mate,
what do you say, hey?

The path of evil
will come tumbling down
like the walls of Jericho.

Seek salvation in the Lord.

(woman) Idiot.
Seek salvation
in the Lord.

I was talking to Pando
this arvo.

Yeah, talking to Pando
were you, mate?

What were you talking
to Pando about?

Oh, you know, a few things.

Yeah? Fuckin' mates
with Pando, are you?

What do you mean?
Don't have to be
fuckin' Einstein.

He knows about you,
what happened to Kiwi Bob.

How's he gonna know
about Kiwi Bob?

Pando fuckin' knows.
What'd he talk about?
Did he offer any work?

No, come on. As if.
I wouldn't be surprised,
mate.

Hey, boys.
Hey, boys' night out, eh?
(all talk at once)

Fucking beautiful girls.
Hey, Les, you got
a spare cigarette?

Yeah, all right.
(man) Jimmy!

Come and have a look, mate?
(man) You bastard!

Jimmy, can you roll it for me?
Can't roll.

Hey, Les.
Hey, Rocket.

How's things?
Hey, Jim.

How are you, mate?
This is me sister Alex.

(Les) I didn't know
you had a sister.
(Rocket) I got four.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You out for a munch,
are you, love?
Yeah. Just got here.

Fucking nuthouse,
isn't it, eh?
Yeah.

Hey, this fucker
gives you any trouble,
you let me know, OK?

I'll fucking
sort him out. Huh?

Still cool
for tomorrow night?
Yeah, sure, whatever.

I am taking
a special trip for this.

I'll fuckin' be there,
all right?
Well, you make sure, OK?

Hey, hey, Jim.
Jim. Man, I just ran
into Kiwi Bob's missis.

She wants to give you a medal.

They had to wire his jaw shut.
She's lovin' the peace
and quiet.

Hey, fellas. You gentlemen
after a nice night?

We've got some
beautiful women in here,
real nice ladies.

(Les) Come and have a look.
Beautiful, huh? Where are
you going, fellows?

(shouts) Eh?
What are you thinking?

Useless fucking poofters.

Let's go get a beer, eh?
Yeah.

See youse later, boys.
Oh, yeah. All right.

Fuck! How's an ugly bastard
like Rocket

get a good-looking sister
like that, eh?

Oi, Jimmy.

G'day, Jimmy.

Yeah, g'day, Pando.
Hey, Acko.

Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?

Oh, not much, you know.
Nothing much going on.

Why? What's up?

Got a bit of work
if you want it.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.
Yeah, what is it?

You come and see me tomorrow,
all right? 10:00.

Yeah, all right.
You won't be late,
will you, mate?

No, no, no,
I'll be there.
No worries.

All right, then, mate.
See you then.

Yeah, all right.
Well, thanks, eh?

So what did he say?

He says he's got a job
for me tomorrow.

What? What kind of a job?
Like, a job job?

I don't know.
He didn't say.

Well, there you go, mate.
What did I tell you?

You're on your way.
What?

It's your fucking break, mate.

Yeah, well, it's probably
only something small.
It's my first...

Of course it's something small.
What do you expect?

But, mate,
you're in with Pando now,
so it's fucking great.

Yeah. Yeah, I suppose.

So you wanna play
with the big boys, do you,

little brother?

(DJ, over pop song)
Folks, you're back on Hot FM.
Here's the weather forecast.

Hooly dooly,
it's gonna be a hot one.

35 degrees in the shade -
that's what the bureau says -

and a late-afternoon
thunderstorm coming in.

Till then, it looks like
you gotta sweat it out.

OK, folks,
let's get back to the rock.

* I live alone

* Live in a shell

* And I am here

* I'm under a spell

* A man and his touch...

"Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?

"Yeah, well, I got some work
for you...

if you want it."

Oh, fuck.

* Push to the front

* Up outta my seat

* I feel good - *

Jimmy!

Hey, Jimmy!
Morning, Mrs. Jones.

That tap is driving me mad.
Would you have time
to look at it?

Why don't you go upstairs
and ask Goldie?

Ah, that prick's
no use for anything.
I owe him rent.

All right, don't worry.
I'll fix your tap for you.

But right now,
I gotta go to a meeting,
so can I come back later?

OK, love.
All right, then. Bye.

G'day. Do you remember me
from last night? Jimmy.

Yeah, yeah. Alex.
Yeah, yeah, I know.

So, you're from
the country, eh?

Yeah, pretty much.

What's it like out there?
I don't know.

Less buildings. More cows.

You got a horse? You ride?
No.

Then what do you do?

Um... Oh, not much, really.

Just muck around, you know.
It's pretty boring.

Yeah.

So, um, you're, like,
a strip-club guy, hey?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, no.

No, I've been doing that
for a while, yeah,
but I got a new job,

and you could say
I'm moving on.

Yeah? What are you doing?
I'm, um...
Yeah, I'm doing, um...

I'm working for a guy,
you know,

doing odd jobs here and there
and that sort of thing.

Oh, right.
Like a handyman?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, what about you?
Got any photos?

No, not really.

Hey, let me take one of you.
Come on, let me take one.

Look, I promise you
I'm not gonna run off
with your camera.

Well, you gotta do something.
What do you want me to do?

I don't know. Something.

(camera clicks)

Here's your camera.
Thanks.

So, when are you
gonna get 'em done?
Uh, developed?

I don't know.
Probably just later on.

Do you wanna show 'em
to me?
Yeah, OK.

All right,
well, I'll call you
or something, maybe.

Yeah. All right.

I'll give you my number.
(laughs)
Yeah.

And it's a triple-word score.
So, what do we got here?

2, 10, 20...

27. That's, uh... 81,

and I used up
all me letters.

That makes 131.

Fuck.

Where's that fucking Jimmy?
Wasn't he supposed to
be here by now?

(imitating
arcade game noises)

Did you get held up, mate?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.

So, what you been doing?
You did a nice job on Kiwi Bob.

Yeah.

Dropped him
with an uppercut, I hear.

Yeah, well, I'd seen him
leave himself open to it,

so I thought I'd get in there
and give it a go.

It's a nice little effort.
Kiwi Bob's no fucking softy.

Wally here cleaned up
on that, didn't you, Wal?
Yeah. Two grand.

We got the dopey bastard
to do a job for us.

I sent him down to Wollongong

with a bootload of car radios
to drop on some wog down there.

Anyway, the wog's out the back
laying a turd.

Bob thinks he's not there,
stupid prick.

Turns round,
drives all the way home.

Deal's blown, I'm left
with 40 fucking car radios.

Don't need a car radio,
do you, mate?

No, I don't have a car.

Fair enough.

Like working
with your hands, do you?

Yeah, I'm good
with me hands.

I was wondering if you wanted
to do a bit of courierin' work.

500 bucks.
500?

Not enough for you?

No. No, that's fine.
Yeah, that's great.
500's good.

Good. Well, I want you
to go down to Bondi,

see a chick called Sharon,
drop a big pile of cash on her.

How much?
Ten grand.

What's it for?

What's it for? It's not yours
to be asking that, mate.

Right. I didn't mean it,
and I shouldn't have
said anything.

You just go down to Bondi,
drop the cash on this chick
and then bring the car back.

Yeah. No worries.

You got your keys there,
mate?
What?

Give him your fucking keys.

You're not taking
my fucking car.

It's only gonna take
20 minutes.

He needs a car.
Give him your fucking keys.
I just got the gearbox done.

Good. That means it works.
Now give him your keys.

(laughs)

Put one ding in that car,
and you know what'll happen,
don't you?

He's not gonna ding your car,
mate. Are you, Jimmy?
No. No, no, I won't.

Here's the address.

Gee, I thought ten grand
would be a lot heavier
than this, eh?

You gonna be all right
with this, aren't ya,
Jimmy?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm gonna be fine.

That's the shot, mate.
Off you go.

Your go, innit?

That ship must have
come back in last night.

Black fellas used to go
fishing and stuff round here.

What are you talking about?
All that used to be bush.

Probably right here used to be
a camp for black fellas.

What happened to 'em?
Died of colds.

Colds?
Yeah.

White fellas came here
and gave 'em colds,

and since the black fellas
never had colds before,
they just died of colds.

Bullshit.
It's true. Murphy told me.

How would he know?
He used to be
a history teacher.

How can he be a dero
and a history teacher?

I don't know.
(mocks) I don't know.

You fucking
little fucking shit!

What are you doing?
Fucking give us
me fucking wallet.

Fucking Johnny
saw you fucking take it.
Piss off!

Let him go
or I'll stick you!

Fuck you.
Get off me!

Fucking let him go!

Youse two are fucking dead.

No, not youse two.

(* rock)

(coughing)

Ahh.

(coughs)

(alarm chirps)

(coughing)

(thud)

(chokes)

Don't think anyone's home,
mate.

Shit.

It's OK. She'll be back.

I just gotta kill some time.

Watch this!

(brother)
Sometimes small things
can magnify themselves

into big things.

The flap of a butterfly wing

can turn itself
into a raging tornado.

A tiny little ripple can end up
as a devastating tidal wave.

One careless decision

can affect the way
the rest of your life
will unfold.

The trick is
to think very hard

before you take the high road

or the low road...

...because the wrong choice

can really fuck you up
big time.

Did you see someone go
through me stuff?!
Sorry?

Someone stole me fucking stuff!
Did you see someone?!

No, I-I didn't see anything.

Shit!

Fuck. Fuck.

(laughs)

Fuck!

Would you look at that.
(Jimmy) Dee?

Shit, Jimmy.
What happened?

Maybe I should talk to him.
He'll probably understand.

Are you out of your head?
He'll kill you.
He won't kill me.

Jimmy, there are
no two ways about this.

If you don't find
the ten grand, he'll kill you.

Rat Slater, he was
done over for 800 bucks.
They cut his head off.

Now, he'll do it
without a problem
in the world.

I've gotta get you out of here.
I'll have to take you to Mum's.

I don't even know why
you wanna do this bullshit
for Pando.

He's a bad man.

No. Pando's a good bloke.

OK, then,
we gotta put this somewhere.

Maybe just stick it
round the corner in one
of those back streets.

Has it got an alarm?
Yeah. It's got
a steering lock, too.

It'll be perfectly safe, then.
Dee, them locks
are so easy to break.

Jimmy, just park the car
and don't talk to me.

(DJ) OK, back now on 2HOT.

Tomorrow is the big day
when one lucky listener
will receive $10,000 cash.

That's right, folks.
All you have to do

is pick yourself up
a "2HOT to handle"
bumper sticker.

The spot team will be
out and about on the streets,

so keep listening tomorrow
between 9 and 12.

Have you got one
of those stickers, Dee?
No, Jimmy, I don't.

Oh!

Hi, Mum.

G'day,
Mrs. Fletcher.

All this'll have to be done.

Just doing some work, Mum.
Jimmy's in the shit again.

You did splash me.
You...

Oh! Oh!

Oh, g'day.
G'day. It's Jimmy.

Yeah. Can I talk
to Pando, mate?

Yeah, I've got your car here.

No, I can't say where I am.

No, I can't. Look, can I
please speak to Pando?

Pando. Yeah.
I'm at a friend's place.

No, I can't say where I am.
No, no, no, no.

Yeah, I went down to the flat
and I knocked,

but there was no answer,
and...

I-I haven't got it.

Well, someone ripped it off.
Well... Yeah, OK.

I went down to the beach
to wait for her to come back,
and I went for a swim and I...

A swim.

Yeah, well,
someone ripped it off
when I was in the water.

(Pando)
You get over here...!

I gotta go.

(alarm shrieks)

(alarm stops)

(engine starts)

Cactus.

(Wally) So I get old Jack
to have a look,

and he swears to God,
a heart attack.

What's going on?

I can't fucking believe

that a 35-year-old woman
can die of natural causes.

You'd be surprised, Pando.

I mean, heart disease
is the biggest killer

in Australians
over the age of 30.

That true?

That's what they say.

(phone rings)

Hello? Oh, hello, doll.

No, one of those days.
Having a bloody crisis.

One of the new guys.

First day on the job,
and he rips me off ten grand.

We're gonna have to
find the cunt and do him.

Yeah, well,
I could be here
all bloody day.

Yeah, I know. Put him on.

Want me to find
the cunt, or what?

Yeah, better make
some inquiries.
See who's hiding him.

Hello, matey.
How are you?

Did you?

The Origami Show, is it?
I'll tell you what.

You be a good boy,
and when I come home

I'll help you
with your origami.

You go and ask Mummy
for some paper.

It's in the kitchen.
You ask Mummy.

All right, I'll see
when I come home later.

Bye, son.

Bye.

Kids.

Yeah.

Where'd you get
the dolls from?

What?
Where'd you get the clothes?

Me auntie.
What auntie?

She's part
of the royal family.

Bullshit.

You want 100 bucks?

Oh, give us 100.
Good choice.

Your auntie really
in the royal family?

(both laugh)

Whatcha doing?

Nothin'.

You going out?

Yeah.
Where you going?

Just taking photos.

You gonna be back
later tonight?

Yeah.

Why?

No reason, eh.

I gotta do a job, Dee.
(Dee) Bloody hell.

Well, how else
am I gonna get ten grand?

Well, you never
pulled a job before.

Look, Dee, can you get me
in on something?

Have you got anything going?

Jimmy,
this isn't playschool.

We're talking
about robbing a bank.

Yeah, I know.

OK, Jimmy.

Now, I've never
told you this before,

but the day before your brother
disappeared,

he was in this
really weird mood.

He said he was
in some type of shit.

He didn't tell me what it was
or who or anything,

but I just knew
he'd done something really bad.

Now, he made me promise
that I'd keep you
out of all this shit.

He made me promise, Jimmy.

I got no choice, Dee.

Is, uh, is Bill here?

Who the fuck are you?

I-I'm a mate of Colin.

He said I should talk to Bill
about selling my car.

Hang on for a sec.
I'll see if Bill wants
to have a look.

Hey, Bill.
There's a cunt in here

who's just ripped off
Acko's car.

What?

G'day.

Is Acko there?

It's Bill.

(horn honks)

(whispers) Fuckin' wanker.

You should have seen him.
He had all this blood coming
out of his mouth.

Johnny, he's done heaps
of martial arts.

He was kicking
and punching him.

He was really
killing him and...

(tires squeal)

(gasps)

Shit.

(sobbing)

Jesus Christ, Acko.

Get back in the fucking car,
Wally.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Sorry, Dee, to plant
the little buggers on you.
No worries, Woz.

Got my sister's kids,
so a couple of extra's
no problem.

Yeah. Nolene had to work,
so I'm stuck with 'em today.

(Dee) So, do you know Pando?

Don't know him personally,
but I know who he is.

I did some work
for some of that crowd
a few years back,

but I wouldn't now.
Why not?

Pando's
a fucking deadshit, man.

I've heard bad stories
about him.

He's all right
once you get to know him.

Jimmy, the guy's
trying to kill you.

Yeah, I know, but...

Anyway, Jimmy,
you know how to shoot?

Yeah, I can shoot.
And you're trained up?

Yeah. Mainly boxing.
Righto. Now, the crowd
is a piece of cake.

You'll have to take
the security guard,
but it's easy.

They're usually
useless fat pricks.

What have we got there?
Hopeless, yeah.
Useless fat buggers.

They're always fat.

Anyway, gun to the throat,
keep him looking up.

That way he won't see
when you get his gun.
Don't worry too much.

I'll help you out there.
You get him inside,
and I'll start you off.

You hold the fuckers back,
and I'll go over the counter.
Yeah, righto.

Every now and then, you're
gonna come across a smartass.

The trick is
to act quick on him,
a good hard whack.

Belt the bugger.
You don't wanna
kill him, though.

But a good old thump
with your shotty butt.

You giving me a shotty?

Yeah. Why?
Don't like shotguns?

No. Shotty's all right.

Yeah.
Shotties are good, mate.

(child) Gimme that truck!
Kelvin, what's going on
in there?

Just be a good boy
and share your toys.

Dad, he took my truck.
Play with your ray gun.

I want it!
It's just over there.

(Dee) You wanna come
with me?

Oh, what were we saying?

Shotguns.

Oh, yeah?

Fire off a shot if you like.
It's always good for crowd work.

Remember Old Blue always
used to fire off a cartridge.

He used to shoot
the cameras, you know.
It was pretty funny.

(Mrs. Fletcher)
Here we go, then.

(Dee) There we go.
You are a good boy.

Thanks a lot,
Mrs. Fletcher.
Good on you.

A cup of tea
for you.

Thanks very much,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Hey! What the fuck
do you think you're doing?

I was just taking a photo.

Why the fuck
you wanna take my photo?
Sorry. I didn't...

I just wanted
to take your photo. I'm sorry.

You're just such
a good-looking bastard.

Oh. Well, that's different.

Righty. I know
I've got quite a few,

but I think we can narrow it
down to these three here.

Now, this is
the Commonwealth Bank
in Rooty Hill.

It's quite a good bank.
There's no screens,
fat guard...

A pretty easy bank,
but there's not a lot
of cash there.

The main branch
is a couple of K's
down the road.

I think they handle
more cash there.

What's this one?
Well, that's
my personal pick.

The guard is a young bloke,
but he's thick as shit
and fat.

The good thing about that one
is that they look after
the bread factory payroll,

so they get loaded right up
on Thursdays.

It's a bit of a drive,
but I reckon it's worth it.

Screens?
No. No screens.

Looks like a beauty.
How much do you reckon
they got out there?

I don't know.
Could be a hundred.

Oh, that'd be nice.
What do you reckon?

Yeah. That sounds
pretty good, eh?

That's the one, then.
What are we riding in?

Commodores.
Righto.

What's today? Wednesday.
So we're out there tomorrow?

Yeah, if that suits
you blokes.
It suits me.

Aw, shit.
I got the kids again.

Woz, you silly bugger,
I'll look after them.

Thanks. You all right
getting another car?

I'll go do that this arvo.
Might go for a drive
and check it out.

That's the shot.
This should be fun.

You excited, Jimmy?
Yeah, I guess.

I better piss off home
and get some dinner
into these kids of mine.

I'll see youse all here
tomorrow, eh?

Jesus Christ, Dee,
we're laughing
our bloody heads off.

This is gonna be
a fucking ripper.

(footsteps)

Did you see anything?

Did you see the vehicle?

Did you see the young lad
get hit?

Have you seen Ron?
What do you want Ron for?

I just fucking want him.
Have you seen him?

I think he's at Phil's.

What?
Is Ron here?

What do you want him for?
I just wanna talk to him.

Fuck off.

Wait.

All right. Come on.

Hey...
G'day, Wal.
How are you going?

You seen Jimmy?
I haven't seen him
since last night.

I thought he was
doing something
with you fellas.

You haven't heard nothing
from him?

No, what's happened?
Pando's pretty keen
to catch up with him.

Fuck. Jimmy pull a shifty,
did he?

Just let us know
if you hear anything.

Pando would be pretty happy
for any info, yeah?

No, I don't know
nothing, mate, eh?

Have you checked
his place?

(knock on door)

Hey, Alex.
How are you, love?

I'm all right.

Is Rocket here?

No, he's not back yet,
but he said he won't be long.

Oh, right, right.

Mind if I come in
and wait for him?
Is that all right?

So, how was your first day
in the Big Smoke?

Oh, it was all right.

A good-looking girl like you
should have no probs.

Be queen of the town
before too long, eh?

You going out tonight?

I don't know. Probably.

Where are you going?

I'm not sure yet.

Oh, right.
Like the pictures, do you?

I thought all girls
liked the pictures.

Tom Cruise.
Bet you like him, eh?

Brad Pitt? What about him?

I guess they don't have
the flicks out your way, eh?

No, we've got 'em.
Oh, do you? You go much?

Oh, a bit.

Fuck. Maybe we should go
to a flick sometime, eh?

What about tonight?
We could catch a flick tonight.
What do you reckon?

Um...

I'm not sure. I might...

(phone rings)

Hello?

(Jimmy) Alex?
Yeah.

Yeah, hi. It's me, Jimmy.
Hi. How are you?

Yeah, good, yeah.
How are you?

I'm all right.
What are you doing?

Not much. I just thought
I'd give you a call,
see what you were doing.

Didn't know if you were
gonna call or not
Yeah.

So, what are you
doing tonight?

Uh, I don't know.
What are you up to?
I don't know.

Um, I was thinking about
going down to Chinatown.
Have you ever been there?

Yeah, I've been there.

I was thinking about
going there for a while
and checking it out.

I was wondering if you want
to meet me or something
or... Only if you want to.

I don't know if I can.

Oh. OK.

No, no. It's not that
I don't want to or anything,

but it's just that I've...

Well, there's a pub
down near Chinatown.

Um, it's called the Star Hotel
on Goldberg Street.

Star Hotel.

Well... I could meet you
there if you want.
All right.

OK. Well,
I'll see you there.

All right. I'll see you there.
Bye, Jimmy.

You going out somewhere,
are you?
Yeah.

(door closes)

(thunder rumbles)

Dee, I was just thinking
about popping out for a while.

What? Why are you wearing
those clothes?

Well, I was gonna go
see Mum and Matt.

What are you talking about?
You haven't seen them
in five years.

Yeah, I was speaking to Mum
on the phone, and I promised
I'd go round and see her.

I'll only be an hour or two.
Are you out of your head?

I'll be fine.
Go on, love.
Go and see your mum.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy!
Are you completely insane?

Look, I'll be
a couple of hours,
all right?

Pando's looking for you.
You know what'll happen
if he finds you.

I'll be fine, all right?

Let him go, Dee. Go and see
your mother, Jimmy.
Mum...

See you later, Mrs. Fletcher.
Thanks for your hospitality.

Been a pleasure, Jimmy.
I'll leave the light on
for you, love.

Shit!

Shit.

(thud)

(car horn honks)

Hey.
Hello.

How are you?
Not bad.

So, how did you go today?
Oh, it was all right.

I had a look around,
took some photos.
Do you wanna see them?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You look good in photos.

Yeah. Pity about
in real life, though, eh?

Here's that one of me.
I look foul.
Hey, hang on.

That's all right.

You can have it if you want.

There's another one of you
in here.

I didn't know
you took that one.

Who's the guy in the car?

That's Pando.

Pando?

Sounds like a teddy bear.

So, who is he?

Pando's a guy. He's, um...
I mean, he's a big guy
in The Cross.

Friend of yours?

Well, no, not exactly.

Is he an asshole?

No. You know,
Pando's a good bloke.
You know, he, um...

Yeah, well, I guess
he is an asshole.
He, um...

See, in The Cross,
right,

everyone wants to be
mates with Pando.

You know, if you're in
with Pando, you're set.

Pando comes up and asks me
if I wanna do a job for him.
I'm thinking, "Great."

But, um...
it's all bullshit.

What did you wanna be
when you grew up? You know,
when you were a little kid?

I don't know.
Some shit-kicking thing.

No, what'd you
really wanna be?

I guess I just wanted to
do something with me hands,
you know? Um...

Not like fighting.
I don't wanna be
a fighter or anything,

but, um, just fixing things,
making things.

You know,
that sort of stuff.

You should talk to my uncle.
He's a boatbuilder
on the north coast.

He's been looking
to take someone on,
like an apprentice.

What is it?
Well, I don't know.

I think you just learn
how to make boats.

Boats?
Yeah.

Making boats?

Yeah.
Well, that'd be all right,
wouldn't it?

Better than hanging around
assholes.

Yeah.

(dials phone)

(cell phone rings)

G'day, it's Les. Les Watson.

Yeah, that's right.
I've got some information
you might like to hear.

What?

Where? Where?

(man with Japanese accent
on TV) Take left corner
and fold over

to middle like so...

To the center, mate.
That's it.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, soft folds.
Not hard, mate.
That's a boy.

Take side of paper.
Pull out like so to make...

Maurice, phone.

Aw, shit.

You keep making
the pterodactyl, mate.

Hello?

Yeah? Fucking where?

Righty-o, then.
Where's Acko?

OK. See you there.

Look, Dad.

Hey, that's a beauty,
Jake.

That's a lovely looking
pterodactyl.

(speaks Japanese)
"Origami Show."

Next we make dog.

Yeah, dog!

Nice dog.
Yeah, it's the same
as my old dog.

So, when will you be able
to give your uncle a call?

I don't know. Tomorrow?

Hey, what about tonight?

I don't have the number
with me at the moment.
It's back at Rocket's.

Why? Are you kinda keen
to get outta town or something?

I know this bloke.
It's Corky. Bloody Les
in the background there.

Ugh. I don't like him.
He's disgusting.

He was at my place,
trying to crack on to me,
scratching his balls.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I was glad you rang
when you did.

He was there
when I was talking to you.

Yeah. Just sitting there,
staring at me.

And what did he do?
Nothing.

I think he was pissed off
when he knew I was
going out with you.

Oh, shit.

See you, mate.

(man) Hey!

Check the dunnies.

(footsteps)

He's not in there.
Fuck!

(cell phone rings)

Hello? What?

What's the matter, Jimmy?
Nothing.

All right, come up here.

He just went round
the corner up ahead of me.
Yeah, I will, I will.

Shit, hang on.

Aw, fuck! My batteries
are going! I don't know.

Yeah, the fucking thing's
bleeping at me!

Hey, hello? Hello?

Fuck! Fuck!

Have you ever been
on the monorail?
No.

Let's go for a ride.
Come on.

(* saxophone)

Shit.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Hey, man,
what are you doing?

Hey...

(parts rattle)

What's happened, Jimmy?

You know how
I was telling you
about Pando?

He's after me.

I did a job for him,
I stuffed it up
and he's after me.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Well, you know,
it's gonna be all right.

I'm gonna be fine.

I didn't want to get you
messed up in all this shit.

Why don't you just go away?
Just go up north tonight.

Get the overnight train
and get outta here.

I don't know.

What's stopping you?

Do you wanna come with me?

(man over PA)
Please stand clear.
The doors are now closing.

Get him... get him up.
Come on.

Come on.

(Jimmy screams)

Help me!
Get him in.

Get him in. Come on.

Get him in.

(Acko starts his car)

You're Rocket's
little sister, aren't ya?

We just need to talk
to Jimmy about a few things,
so you'd best piss off home.

You got enough for a taxi?

$20 should
see you home all right.

You'll get a cab
up the road there.

You got my keys, Jimmy?

(DJ on radio) It's quarter past
the hour of two,

and the weatherman tells us
the southerly storm
is closing in,

so snuggle down and get
very, very cozy and warm,

because this beautiful song
is for all the lovers
throughout the world.

(* "This Guy's in Love"
by The Reels)

I love this song.

* You see this guy

* This guy's
in love with you...

Jesus Christ, Pando,
you can't do this to me!

I'll be 100% fair dinkum,
and you'll - Aah!

Have I ever bullshitted you?
Have I?
I don't know, Jimmy.

I haven't. I've never
fucking bullshitted you.

Please, Pando,
I don't wanna fucking die.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm doing a job tomorrow.
I'll get your money back.

You've never done a job
in your fucking life. You
wouldn't know where to start.

Deirdre - Crusher Fletcher's
daughter...
I know who she is.

She's organized a job for me.

I'm gonna get
your fucking money.

Look, can't you see this
from my point of view?

You can tell me you're
the king of fucking Sweden.

I let one cunt off once.
What was his name?
Robbo.

Yeah, Robbo.
I let this cunt off,
he goes straight to the police.

I mean, what had I done
to deserve this?

Lucky for me, he goes to Rogers,
so we get the cunt back.

But, Jimmy, that was
a valuable fucking lesson.

I'm not gonna
get burned a second time.
You should understand that.

I swear on my mother's
fucking grave.

Oh, shut your fucking mouth.

I'm not fucking bullshitting.
Look, I'm telling the truth.
Ring Deirdre.

We are doing this job tomorrow.
I'm gonna get your fucking
ten grand back.

I'll give you 15. Ring her,
please! We're doing this job.
I'm gonna get your money.

(Pando) Sorry, Jimmy.

Fucking thing.
Give me
a look at it.

Get the torch
over here, Wal.

Ouch! Fuck! Shit.

Fucking hell, mate.
This gun's fucking filthy.

Jesus, look what's
happened here.

Cap's fizzed out and fused
the fucking chamber.

Unbelievable.

What's happened
to these bullets?

They're bloody rusty
or something.

I accidentally put 'em
through the wash.
You what?

I had 'em in the pocket
of me shorts. I washed 'em.

Of course they're gonna be
fucked if you put 'em through
the fucking washing machine.

No, water shouldn't
fuck 'em up.

They're designed
to go through
swamps and shit.

They'll fizz like that
if they're old.

How old are these?

Not that old.

You loaded your gun
with old fucking bullets

you put through
the fucking wash?

Well, righto. I shot all me
fucking bullets, didn't I?

You're the one who told me
to put 20 rounds
through Rat Slater.

You got any more bullets?
No.

Aw, shit.

Anyone got another gun?
Yeah.

Where is it?
It's in the car.

Well, fuck off
and get it.

Fuck.

This is where
we planted his brother.

(Pando) Eh?

Fucking Michael.
We stuck him right here.

The dam wasn't here.
The dam was dry.

But that's where
we stuck him, right there.

(Pando) Is it?

Yeah, right, it was.

Fucking nuts.

(thunder crashes)

Go round that way!
Head him off!

(car approaches)

That torch is fucking useless.
(gunshot)

Jesus, it's pissing down.

Fuck this rain.

(car drives off)

(Michael) You're
on your own now, Jimmy.
Look after yourself.

(Rocket) Alex!

No!

Please!

I don't want to.
I really don't...

You've gotta get outta here.
Pando's not the type of guy
you wanna fuck with.

What are we gonna do
about Jimmy?
Forget Jimmy!

Pack your bloody suitcase.
Jimmy doesn't give a shit.

They're gonna kill him!
Fuck him, all right!

(Alex and Rocket
continue arguing)

(Rocket) Fuck the cops!
He fucked with Pando.
Don't you understand?

Well, look what
the fucking cat
dragged in.

(Dee) Jesus Christ, Jimmy,
where have you been?

I don't know.
You look like shit.

You OK?

Yeah.

Are you gonna be OK
for today?

Yeah. Let's do it.

So, anyway, mate,
Harry King hears about it
off one of the boys

that Phil's
been fooling around
with his missis.

Everyone's going,
"Oh, shit, man."

You know Harry King.
He's built like a fucking
brick supermarket.

He's madder
than a cut snake.

We're all sitting up
at the pub the other night,
and Harry walks in.

He walks straight up to Phil.
He throws a .22 bullet
on his lap.

He stares him
straight in the eye
and he says,

"The next one's coming
a lot fucking quicker."

And Phil has just fucking
shit himself, you know?

He's driven himself
out of town.
We haven't seen him since.

All righty, then.
Let's go, eh?
Any last questions?

What if we see any cops?

What do you mean?
What if a cop comes along?

You shoot him.

Look, mate, they'll
fucking shoot you.

You shoot
the bastards. OK?
Yeah.

You all right?
Are you OK?

Mate, just try to
have some fun with this.
You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
OK. Mask up, mate.
All right.

Let's fuck this puppy.

Get on the fucking floor!

Everyone down!
This is a fucking holdup!

Nice.

Open your drawer!
Open your fucking drawer!

All of you,
open your drawers!

Get the money bag,
fill the fucking thing up.
Move! Get the money out!

You stay there, dickhead!
Give me the bag!

Money in! Money in!
Come on, move it!

Right, where's
the fucking safe, mate?!
Come on! Fucking move it!

Get on the fucking floor!
Come on, dickhead!

Come on, open it. Open it
and get out the big notes.

Get back. Come on.

Fucking hurry up!

Get down,
you fucking asshole!

Yeah, righto, killer.
Settle down.

Get down, asshole!

Oi.

Oi.

Shit. Shit.

(mouths)

(mouths)

Wozza's bloody out cold.
Give us a hand.
He's what?

Bloody give us a hand!
Fuck!

Get going.

(groans)

Man, what the fuck
is going on?

Shit. We gotta
get outta here, man.
Where's Craig?

(gunshot)

Where's Craig, Jimmy?
We gotta get outta here.

Fuck this.

We gotta get another car!
Fuck!

What?
The car's fucked.
We gotta piss off out of here.

1, 2, 3, go!

Go!

(bullet ricochets)

I don't wanna go into that
right now, mate. No.

No, it's not a question of that,
it's just...

Give me your keys!
No, not her! Him!

Steve, I might have
to call you back, mate.

Please don't... Please...
Get the fuck out!

OK, OK.

(DJ) You're listening
to Radio 2HOT...
Oh, fuck.

Time now, folks,
for the big giveaway.

Let's have a drum roll.
Fucking head.

$10,000 in cold, hard cash
is what we're gonna give away.

Larry Pinkerton,
our man on the streets,

is out there spotting
the "2HOT To Handle"
bumper stickers.

Larry, can you hear me?
Hello, Liam. What a glorious
summer morning we have.

Yeah, certainly is. Now,
where are we today, Larry?

The H-O-T spot team is cruising
down Parramatta Road, Homebush,

and we have firmly
in our sights a gray Celica,

registration L-A-B 823,

and I can see
the "2HOT To Handle" sticker
positioned on the back bumper.

OK, gray Celica L-A-B 823,
if you're listening,

all you have to do
is wave to Larry in our HOT
spot team four-wheel drive,

and you've scored yourself
$10,000 cash.

We're driving right next
to Mr. L-A-B now.

He's seen us!
He's seen us! He's seen us!

Congratulations, Mr. L-A-B...

You're nuts!
Christ!

Look out for the...

(DJ) Okey-dokey,
it looks like we've, uh...

We've lost Larry?
We've lost Larry.

Oi, Kelvin! I've told you
before, mate.

Don't play with it, OK?
It's not a toy. All right?

Listen, I really gotta go.
Listen...

I'd like to just, um, propose
a moment's silence for Craig.

You know, he was a good mate.

He was a bloody good driver.

He was a top mechanic.

You know, I seen him once...

He tuned twin-barrel carbies
by ear...

with a beer in his hand,
you know?

He could do a four-barrel car
on a 350 donk

and get it back into that car
in less than a day.

Let's have
a bit of silence, eh?

Christ, Kelvin! I told you
not to play with that!

Dad's got a splitting
bloody headache.

Oh, shit.

Jimmy.

What are you doing?

(mouths)

(Les) Oi, Jimmy!

Watch the cunt.
He's goin' for something
down his pants.

He's got a gun.

Fuck me, then.
Look at that.

(Acko) How much is there?

Bloody hell.

So, you did it, mate.
You did your fucking job.

Wasn't bullshitting
after all, eh?

Was that you on that
bank stand job today?

(laughter)

Jesus, Jimmy, my testicles
are like a pair of pikelets,

you bastard.

You cracked one of my ribs,
you know, Jimmy.

Didn't know you could
handle yourself so well.
We were pretty impressed.

That was a very tidy
display. Very tidy.

Now listen, Jimmy.
I got a lot of work coming up,

and what with Wally
going to Melbourne
for a couple of months,

I could use
another set of hands.

No, thanks.

Hey, I'm not talking
500 bucks a pop.

I'm talking
serious fucking bucks.

(sobbing)

Jimmy, I appreciate
the trouble you went to
to get my cash back, but...

(* "These Days"
by Powderfinger)

* It's coming round again

* The slowly creeping hand

* Of time and its demands

Pando, your queen's
in deep shit.

Shut your fucking mouth,
Wally!

Where?

* Puts pressure in my day

* This life

* Well, it's slipping
right through my hands

* These days turned out

* Nothing like
I had planned

* It's coming round again

* The slowly creeping hand

* Of time and its demands

* It settles in its place

* Its shadow in my face

* Puts pressure in my day

* Soon enough, it comes

* Here it is again

* The slowly creeping hand

* Of time and its demands

* Soon enough, it comes

* It settles in its place

* Puts pressure in my day

* Undignified and lame

I'll be fucked.

(gunfire)

* This life,
well, it's slipping
right through my hands

* These days turned out

* Nothing like I had planned

Fuck.

* Control,
well, it's slipping

* Right through my hands
(gunfire)

* These days turned out

* Nothing like
I had planned

* Soon enough, it comes

* Soon enough, it comes

* To tie us down...

(door unlocks)
Is that you, Jimmy?

How are you, Mrs. Jones?

There's been people
in your flat.

They've messed it all up.
I seen them.

They didn't hurt you,
did they?
No.

Jimmy. I think there's someone
in there now.

Your room's a bit of a mess.

Yeah.

You're in luck. There are
two seats together -

15B and C?

Yeah, good.

The north coast
is very popular
this time of year,

with school holidays.

OK. How would you like
to pay for that, sir?

What do you mean?

What would you like to pay
for your tickets with?

Money.

Yeah. Uh, cash
or credit card, sir?

Yeah. Cash. Thanks.

What?

What are you smiling about?

Did you think you could pay
with bananas or something?

Yeah, well,
I don't know, do I?

I've never been on
an airplane before.

* I was standing on a wave

* Then I made the drop

* I was lying in a cave

* In the solid rock

* I was feeling pretty brave

* Till the lights went off

* Sleep by no means
comes too soon

* In a valley
lit by the moon

* We left a little dust

* On his Persian rug

* We gathered up our clothes

* Got the washing done

* In a long forgotten place

* Who'll be
the first to run?

* Sleep by no means
comes too soon

* In a valley
lit by the moon

* Yeah

* I was floating on a wave

* Then I made the drop

* I was climbing
up the walls

* Waiting for
the band to start

* You can say
the magic words

* I got my sensors on

* And this is
the only place

* That I always run from

* Sleep by no means
comes too soon

* In a valley
lit by the moon

(singer adlibbing inaudibly)