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[indistinct chatter]

[tinkering sounds]

[banging]

-What's the problem? -Nothing, mate.

You better get 'em separated.

[banging]

[banging]

[man] Hey, Malcolm!

How come you're still here?

Yes, sir?

See you tomorrow!

Yes, sir.

[bell clanging]

[bell clanging]

[train horn sounding]

[clanging]

[gentle instrumental music playing]

[engine hissing]

[music continues]

[engine whirring]

[music increases in tempo]

[bell clangs]

[bell clanging]

[bell clanging]

[music stops abruptly]

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's sake!

[Malcolm gasps]

Are you listening to me, Malcolm?

-Yes. -Then, look at me, for Christ's sake!

You've done it this time, Malcolm, you 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!

[soft instrumental music playing]

[music grows louder]

[dog barking]

[music continues playing]

-[motor whirring] -[bird cawing]

[cawing]

[motor whirring]

[cawing]

-Want an apple, Arnold? -[cawing]

Want a bit of apple? Here's a bit.

Go on.

-There you go, chew on that. -[cawing]

-[clicks] -[motor whirring]

-[clicks] -[cage clanging]

[inspirational music playing]

[music continues]

-[music continues] -[clicking]

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

[squawking]

Wanna go for a ride?

[squawking]

[continues squawking]

[music continues]

[imperceptible conversation]

[conversation continues]

[motor whirring]

[toy whirring]

[music continues]

[toy whirring]

-[beeping] -[horn tooting]

[bells chime]

Where's my milk?

Hello, Malcolm.

[Malcolm] Hello.

[bell chimes]

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?

A hundred and twenty eight dollars.

That's not going to 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 him.

Could I have me milk now?

[thuds]

G'day! You got a room?

A room?

Yeah, there's a note in the milk bar window.

Yes?

Well, is there?

-[Malcolm] What? -A room!

Yes?

Well, can I see it?

Yes. I've got some questions.

[Mrs. T.] Has he answered?

Yeah, Mrs. T.!

[Mrs. T.] Well, where is he?

[woman yelling] Where is he?

[Mrs. T.] 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. Thirty five dollars per week.

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

What?

Well, I'm not gonna take it till I've seen it!

[train whistle blowing]

[train engine chugging]

[train whistle blowing]

[Malcolm] It's this one.

[Frank sniffs]

[clock ticking]

[paper rustling]

[mattress squeaking]

Thirty five dollars a week, is it?

Are you in regular employment?

Don't worry, I can pay.

[bag thuds]

Yes.

[train horn blows]

Who was that?

That was Mrs. T.

I'm going to the pub.

What was up with him?

[door slamming]

[dogs barking]

-[door creaking] -[door closing]

-[door closing] -[woman giggling]

-Keep the change, mate. -Thanks, man.

[woman giggling]

[Frank] Where's me key?

-[door opens] -[woman giggling]

-[door shuts] -[clock ticking]

[door opens]

Hello.

Where's the coffee?

-I'll get it for you. -Sure.

Thanks.

I'm Judith.

I'm a friend of Frank's.

Who're you?

I'm Malcolm Hughes, I'm the landlord.

Malcolm Hughes, the landlord.

How come you own this house?

It's my mum'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.

-[Malcolm] Trams. -Ah.

Is this your mum?

Yes…

And me.

She looks lovely.

Yes.

I bet you miss her.

-Is your mum dead? -[laughs] She might as well be.

Frank's sleeping in Mum's bed.

Where did your mum die?

In bed.

-Judith, you got my shirt? -Shh! Malcolm,

-[Malcolm] Yes. -What?

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.

[chuckles nervously]

Thank Christ for that.

Now…

Is it okay if I stay here, too?

There's no more bedrooms.

Oh, I can stay in Frank's room.

Yeah.

She'll pay you some rent.

Yeah, I got a job.

-You want to be a boarder, too? -Yeah, that's right.

[objects clattering]

One. Do you have any references?

Two…

[door opens]

Why don't you come over tonight, Frank?

[Frank] Yeah, right.

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

Why?

The guy is trouble.

-Aw! He's all right. -[sarcastically] Sure.

-Needlenose. -What?

-Needlenose pliers. -Yeah.

Right.

[clattering]

[door closes]

Open the door.

-[switch clicks] -[motor whirring]

[whirring]

[accelerating]

[switch clicks]

[switch clicks]

[switch clicks]

[Frank angrily] Shit!

-[man shouting] Shut the door! -I can't, it's stuck!

Get the boxes in the bloody van, I'll shut the door!

[indistinct police radio]

Cops!

[voice on radio continues]

VKC, 203. We're going in. Code Five.

Roger, 203.

Come out.

Come on out of there, fellas.

-[loud screeching] -[thudding]

[mechanical whirring]

[sirens wailing]

[sirens continue]

Get in the van!

Hey, get us down, will ya?

-[cop] You guys are in a lot of trouble! -[thudding]

[sirens continue]

[cops shouting imperceptibly]

[man on radio] All units in the vicinity…

…Port Melbourne, please proceed…

[man over radio] Two-oh-three, please advise present position.

[thudding]

[squeaking, clamoring]

-[thuds] -[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.

It's alright, Malcolm, yes, they are boxes.

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

[thudding]

Could I have the cardboard?

[Judith] Sure, when his friend's finished with them, okay?

[upbeat music playing]

[whistle blows]

[motor whirring]

[whirring stops]

[music continues]

This is for Frank.

Thanks, Malcolm.

Bloody lovely.

-You're way off being, Frank. -Crap!

-He knows! -So?

What's he gonna do about it?

If he tells at the milk bar, we're gonners.

He doesn't care about stuff like that!

Of course he cares about stuff like that, he's a goody-goody!

-He'll wanna get rid of us! -[door opens]

I don't believe how dumb you are, sometimes.

We gotta have it out with him.

Malcolm! I've gotta know where I stand.

-Malcolm, come here-- -Don't screw it up, Frank.

[Frank] Malcolm…

Yes, Frank?

Oh… I give up.

Something I've gotta tell ya.

I just got out of jail.

So if you're going to blabber it 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.

[knocking]

[Frank] You in there?

Yes, I'm in here.

[dryly] Yeah, I can see that.

This is for you.

-For me? -Yeah.

Looks like one of your boxes, Frank.

Yeah, I know that. Here.

Looks like good cardboard.

Not the cardboard, have a look inside!

-A television? -Yep.

Yeah, you can watch TV in your room.

[door shuts]

[drill whirring]

What's he doin' 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 criticize 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!

I hope you're proud of yourself.

It wasn't me that yelled it out.

You really are warped!

Geez, I'm not gonna hang around for one of your sermons!

Shit!

[bird squawking]

[dog barking]

[sighs]

[bird mutters]

[funky music playing]

[laughing]

[whistles]

[men whooping and laughing]

Service!

What are you doing here?

I thought you might be missing Malcolm.

Hello, Judith. Is this your work?

Hello, Malcolm. Sit down here.

Hey, how about a little service, huh?

[men whooping and laughing]

Oops! Never mind.

Got 20 cents, Frank?

No, I haven't.

[man] She's all right ain't she?

Do you work here or not?

How do you make this work?

Eh? It plays music. Here, what do you want to eat?

You haven't got any money!

Don't worry about that, Jude'll look after us.

-[Judith] Okay. -Pick something out of there.

Well, what do you two want?

Are you on the menu?

Say, what are you doing after work?

Oh, cut that out!

Frank! Oh, leave it Frank! Don't do that Frank.

Don't do Frank. Frank, Jesus Christ

Asshole!

[man 1 on TV] Mind your own business, fat man.

[man 2] Come on, fellas, this is not…

[man 3] Who are you calling fat man?

What do you expect me to do?

Just sit there and watch them arseholes treat you like a slut?

I could handle it, Frank, it's you that couldn't,

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

Well, I didn't want you working in a sleazehole like that anyway.

You didn't want me working in a sleazehole 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?

[Malcolm laughing]

The skinny one nearly fell over!

[laughing]

No way.

You're not getting on with all that stuff.

Malcolm! Come on you mad bugger, get on.

What are you building, another tram, Malcolm?

Must be you two. He's a lot better.

You've know him for a fair while, Mrs. T.

Been here 18 years.

Oh, 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'd 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. T.

[cricket commentary playing on radio]

Frank! Frank, come here!

-Why? -Come here.

I want to 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!

Hang about. Keep the engine running.

-[man yelling] -[honking horn]

Hit it.

-Hit it? -Hit it!

Go! Go!

He's going for the ball,

-but marks it. -Okay.

[indistinct conversation]

Five seventy-five.

Shit!

I could run faster than this, open her up.

-What, Frank? -Faster! Faster!

[Malcolm] This is as fast as it'll go!

Shit!

Open the glovebox.

Just drive this shitheap will ya?

-Open the glovebox! -All right!

What's this for?

Steering.

Eh?

-Like a motorbike. -Jesus!

Ride it like a motorbike!

-[cop 1] Jesus! -[cop 2] Bloody hell!

207 to VKC.

[dispatcher on radio] Melbourne 207. Do you require backup?

[sirens wailing]

What color is the other half, 207?

[cop] VKC. The vehicles are all yellow.

[dispatcher] All the vehicles are yellow, 207?

[cop] Get out of the bloody road!

[indistinct conversation between cop and dispatcher]

Bloody hell! They're going to Woolworth's.

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.

but 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.

[chuckles]

-Oh yeah? -Yeah!

[screams]

Hang onto me, Jude!

I'm hanging on, you stupid bastard!

[screams]

Jesus!

[Jude screams]

-You've blown it, Frank. -[Frank] Bullshit.

-You have. -[Frank] Why?

-You know why. -Why?

Getting Malcolm to make that.

Bullshit, he did it himself.

You've blown it.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

And what about you, anyway?

What do you mean?

The way you walk around.

What?

With bugger all on.

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

-He hates it. -Malcolm?

-Yeah. -He couldn't care less.

Bullshit. You're so keen on showing your tits

that you wouldn't even notice!

Up yours!

Want a cup of tea, Frank?

[Frank] Oh yeah.

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!

[news anchor on T.V.] Two policemen couldn't believe it

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

[indistinct conversations]

-[man 1] …the other part was-- -[man 2] Straight down the line?

The police saw it too.

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

Yeah, sure.

One of is registered LDW, the other 073.

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

Now some overseas news.

[knocking on door]

[Judith] Hi, Jenny. Is it okay if I come in?

[speaking foreign language]

-Hello. -Hello.

[speaking foreign language]

Ha.

[speaking foreign language]

Have you come about Malcolm?

Yeah.

Have you known him long?

Yes.

-I just-- -[mother speaking foreign language]

[speaking foreign language]

Do you like him?

Yeah.

[cricket commentary playing on TV]

Do you want to do something?

I am.

Come on, Frankie, let's get some fresh air.

Bad for you.

Come on, the three of us'll go out.

Waste of time.

Come on, Frankie, let's walk to the pub.

-Oh yeah, all right. -Okay.

Malcolm. get your coat on.

Come on Frank!

You haven't told me how you get them to give you the money, Frank.

And he's not going to, either.

Ah, come on, Jude.

Yes, Judith.

Stay here. Just stand there. I'll show you.

Hands up, you assholes! Nobody move!

You got it, you got it, you got it. This is 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!

That'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?

Yes, she did Frank.

You shut up too, shithead, I've had enough of you!

Don't you speak to him like that!

God, will 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 it, I'm going to have a beer.

I hope you have a brain hemorrhage,

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

[man laughing hysterically]

Oh, I'm not laughing. Look, not a smile.

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

[man continues laughing hysterically]

Hands up, you arseholes!

What the…

[Malcolm over radio] Nobody move.

I don't believe it.

I said nobody move!

I think it's Candid Camera.

Nobody move!

[knocking on door]

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 and it shoots real bullets.

What did you say?

[guard] 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?

Shh! It's a hold-up, Frank, see?

All remote controlled.

This is the gun button, and this is the camera and it's my bank.

Look.

That makes them go up and down, this makes them go left and right.

Watch it!

[gunshot]

Shit!

Christ, he means it!

[Frank] We mean it all right. Okay, you assholes, bring them bags here.

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

[Frank] Okay, slowly put em on the back. Now! Move!

[banging]

The doors have shut, Frank, we're stuck!

Long hair on the left! Come here and stick your foot on the mat.

Yeah, you! Move! Or I'll blow your balls off!

[police siren wailing]

You better hurry, Malc.

The car's real fast, Frank.

[Frank] You little beauty!

We've lost them, 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 center!

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 have killed someone!

[Frank] They were blanks, Judith!

Were they?

Oh, you're both hopeless. You're turning him into a bloody crim.

Ah, he's no crim. He didn't even care when he lost the money.

Try telling the cops that.

Cops wouldn't know where to start looking, he never left his bedroom.

They're not total idiots, they find 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.

I sure as hell wouldn't make as big a balls up of it as you do!

Well, do it.

Never.

He'll get caught.

You just said he wouldn't.

[Frank] No. Not this time.

[chuckles]

Great value for money, eh, Frank?

Hi, Jenny.

-Hi, Judith. -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. -Well, I do…

It'll be great. We've got all afternoon. Come over in a couple of minutes.

-[music playing] -[indistinct conversations]

-Let's sit here, Frank. -Yeah.

What do youse want to drink?

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

I'm not thirsty.

-Jenny might want something to drink. -No thank you.

We come to a pub to drink, I'll get 'em.

[Malcolm] The SW2 class came into existence when the number 436

was rebuilt from the W1 class design of 1938

to test sliding panels planned for the SW6 class.

Now the even pillar spacing is maintained,

so that the doors are narrower than in other cars,

and the center windows are evenly spaced.

Now, the last three unconverted W1 class cars,

that's numbers 426, 431 and 478

were then converted to the SW2 class design.

but with the side pillars repositioned as in the W2 class design.

I gotta go to the toilet.

Frank!

What?

Have you ever used that?

What?

You know. You know what I mean?

You know, you've ever…

You know, you ever… Ever been with a sheila?

[Malcolm] 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,

numbers 644, 2 and 5 were converted to an advanced design

that would have been the prototypes for conversion of the entire W2 class.

I can show what I meant by that SW6 and particularly No. 850.

It was built with taillights.

Malcolm, give Jenny a cup of tea.

[Malcolm] Yes, Judith, I will do that.

[Malcolm talking indistinctly]

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.

[heavy breathing]

And now, to the nearest decimal point,

there's 136.52 miles of tram routes in the Melbourne metropolitan area--

Malcolm.

I'm going to 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!

They'll be lining up outside soon, seeing your dirty moll!

Don't you dare say that!

I'm in here 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 want to 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…

Whaddya say?

Frank's mum died when he was little.

And his dad decided to pack up and move to Melbourne.

They lived on a farm, see,

and his dad was a good carpenter and he thought he'd do well in Melbourne.

So they packed up the car and they set off.

And Frank was happy 'cause he loved his dad.

Mmm?

Anyway, they started driving, 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 back seat,

cover yourself with a blanket and go to sleep.

And when I go, you lock the door,

because I'm gonna walk back along the road to where I saw a building

with some lights on and I'm gonna ask them for petrol.

So, Frank crawled over into the back,

put the blanket over himself and went into this deep, deep sleep.

The next thing he knew, he was woken up by this dreadful thumping on the roof.

This bang, bang, bang, bang!

He sat bolt upright, and looked out into the darkness,

to the left and to the right, 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 come streaming

through the windows.

And he heard this voice over a loudspeaker, 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.

What do you think he saw?

Right on top of the car there was this crazy man

smashing something on the roof.

And do 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 feed, Jude.

The potatoes were a bit burnt.

-Yeah, I like 'em like that. -Me too.

-Frank… -I been thinking…

-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.

I can't stand it.

So, I'm gonna help you.

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.

And what would I do without you?

I don't want to 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?

[giggles]

[engine rumbling]

There it is.

Two hundred and fifty grand, in a trolley, every Thursday morning at ten o'clock.

Pushed by two guards, straight across there.

[Judith] It's all crook's money, anyway.

You'd like this one, 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.

What about that one?

Nah, it's a dead end.

This one?

No, not smooth enough.

Hey, look at that!

Yeah!

Yeah, that could be all right.

[electricity crackling]

[metal clanking]

Malcolm, this okay?

That's very good, Judith.

-How's Malcolm? -Oh, pretty good.

Don't see much of him these days.

-Has he got a job? -Yeah.

Well, no, sort of. He's working on this thing, where--

A pack of 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 foreign language]

[Judith] Come on, you guys, all we have to do is deliver these

and then we can go home, okay?

Nobody said anything.

Not to worry.

One there, one there, and one there.

Sign here, please.

Not my job. You sign.

I thought you might say that.

-Get a move on. -What?

[Judith] Move your ass!

-Boss a bastard, eh? -Yes. Yes.

-We done it! -Jesus Christ, I'm wet through!

-I'm not cut out for this. -Oh, you were great!

Okay, let's go.

[beeping]

-[Malcolm] Can you start now, Frank? -[Frank] Of course I can! Let's get going.

[elevator dings]

[elevator dings]

[Frank] Shit! There's someone coming!

[Malcolm] There's too many of us!

[Frank] Act natural.

-[elevator dings] -[Malcolm] Should've sent it back down.

Shhh!

[door rattles]

[doorknob rattling]

[elevator dings]

[elevator dings]

[Frank] Watch it!

-[Judith] Okay. The coast is clear. -[Frank] Okay.

[electronic music playing]

Okay. Let's get out of here.

[yawns]

[sighs in relief]

Well, Arnold…

Today's a very important day.

We're going to do a big job.

And tomorrow we'll be in the newspapers.

So I'm going to take you to Mrs. T's for a few days.

-[Arnold yelps] -But don't worry, I won't forget you.

Thanks a lot.

-[Arnold] Be careful. -[Malcolm] Look after yourself.

Remember you guys, it's only money.

If things go wrong, we split.

-Hey, Dave… -Oh, shit!

-They're in there. -Are they?

Let's get some help.

What's the time?

9:46.

-All your stuff working? -Yes.

Well, I suppose all we can do is wait.

Seems pretty quiet.

Yes, I can't see any policemen.

Bloody better not be! We'll be in the shit.

Strewth!

Now!

-Freeze, you arseholes! -We got you surrounded!

[Judith] Don't try anything smart!

Hit it!

Fire!

[coughing]

[Judith] Behind you, Frank!

[gun fires]

[coughing]

[alarm blaring]

Hit the window, Malcolm!

[glass shatters]

-[bell ringing] -[siren wailing]

We've got it!

[Frank] You little beauty!

-[bell ringing] -[siren wailing]

[man] You stupid idiot! Can't you look where you're going?

What have you done to me? Look at my business!

Somebody please get the number! You bastards!

[police siren wailing]

[siren continues loudly]

Get out of here!

[gunshots]

-It's a bloody dummy! -After them!

[music playing from truck]

Bloody traffic!

…easy to get along with, cares about his family. I don't know.

Policemen!

Where?

[man on radio] She didn't call for three days

and then it was only because…

-Act natural. -…the boy wanted to talk to his dad.

I am.

I suppose that'll all go out the door now.

I don't know, they might get it together.

-Hey, Roger. -Mmm?

How about an ice cream?

No, I don't want ice cream. It's middle of winter.

Ah, 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…

[tires squealing]

[police siren wailing]

-[siren wailing] -[tires screeching]

-We're nearly there, Jude, are you ready? -Yeah.

There it is, Frank!

Okay, let's go!

[siren continues wailing]

Damn!

[instrumental music playing]

No problems.

What about the tram?

It's the same as in Melbourne, Frank.

They say the guards carry 26,000 quantoosh.

How much is that?

About $200,000.

We'll have it by tomorrow night.

[chuckles]

[Frank] Hey, sygnomi. Three cafes.

[Judith] This is Portugal, Frank. Not Greece.

[music continues]