Original subtitles

[crickets chirping]

[man 1] Help me, someone!

Someone, help me, please!

Help!

[man 2] Will somebody shut him the fuck up.

-[thudding] -[groaning]

[man 1] Pando, please, believe me.

I'm not fuckin' bullshitting.

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

Just ring Deirdre. We're doing the job tomorrow.

Look, I'm gonna get your fuckin' 10 grand back.

I'll give you 15, I promise you.

Just ring her, please, we're doing this job.

I'm gonna get fuckin' money, just ring Deirdre, I'm gonna--

Okay, Jimmy, what's her number?

It's 9-3-8-9-1… ah, fuck, no. She's at her mom's place.

Fuck, I don't know her number.

[sobs]

Call 013. Call 013.

What's it under?

Fletcher, Crusher, C.

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, yeah. -Robert.

[Jimmy] It was Robert Fletcher.

[beeping]

Hello.

Could I have a number for a Robert Fletcher in…

Botany?

What street?

[sobbing]

Ah, fuck, I don't know.

I mean, I've been there a million times,

and I know how to get there.

Somewhere in Botany.

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?

[mysterious music playing]

Ah, nah, thanks very much.

Nothing.

Must be a silent number.

Sorry, Jim.

[gun clicks]

["Belter" playing]

♪ I feel like dropping bombs Between your eyes ♪

♪ But not today ♪

♪ Too slow ♪

♪ I feel like sinking arrows In your mind ♪

[gunshots banging]

♪ You're all the same ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ You don't have to reveal it ♪

♪ To get you to concede ♪

[music continues playing]

[Michael grunting]

[mystical music playing]

[grunting]

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's just summed it all up,

it's kind of comforting.

Know what I mean?

[people talking over each other]

-[thudding] -[groaning]

[male voice] Yeah, fuck it!

The Chinese reckon that man is a bridge

between heaven and hell,

the middle ground between the yin and the yang.

[man yelling] Don't get so gentle. Go on, go on.

-[Michael] The yin… -[gasping]

-and the yang. -[body thudding]

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 that little bit of good.

[dramatic music]

[overlapping chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

You don't know where your mind's at, wouldn't you say?

The path of evil will come tumbling down

like the walls of Jericho.

-[kids yelling] -Seek salvation in the lord!

-Fuckin' idiot. -Seek salvation in the lord!

I was talking to Pando this summer.

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, mate?

-What do you mean? -You don't have to be fuckin' Einstein.

He knows about you, what happened to Kiwi Bob.

How is he gonna know about Kiwi Bob?

Mate, Pando fuckin' knows.

What did he talk about, did he offer any work?

Nah, come on. [scoffs]

-[boy group cackling] -As if.

I wouldn't be surprised, mate.

Hey, boys, hey boys night out, eh?

-Hey, fellas what's going on? -[indistinct]

-Watch chicks on stage. -[indistinct]

Eh, come on, they're all fuckin' beautiful girls.

Hey, Les, got a spare cigarette?

Yeah, all right.

[man] Jimmy!

-Come in and look, man? -No, mate.

[man] Ya limber bastard.

-Jimmy? -Yeah?

Can you roll it for me? Can't roll.

-Hey, Les. -Hey, Rocket.

-How's thing's mate? -What's going on, mate?

Hey, Jim, how are you, mate?

This is my sister, Alex.

[Les] Jeez, I didn't know you had a sister.

Yeah, I got four sisters, mate.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You aren't from Mudgee are you, love?

-Yeah, just got here. -Yeah?

Fuckin' nut house, isn't it, eh?

Yeah.

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

I'll fuckin' sort him out, huh?

-Still cool for tomorrow night, mate? -Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.

Well, you make sure I am.

I'm taking a special trip out west for this--

I'll fuckin' be there, all right?

Well, you make sure, okay?

Hey, hey, Jim, Jim.

Man, I just ran into Kiwi Bob's missus, mate.

She wants to give you a fuckin' medal.

They had to wire his jaw shut.

She's loving the peace and quiet.

[Rocket chuckling]

-Hey, fellas. -Yeah, fellas, come in and have a look.

Are you gentlemen after a nice night, come in here, eh,

we got some beautiful women in here.

[Les] Beautiful girls, I swear it's in here.

I fuckin' love some.

[Les] Come in, have a look, beautiful, eh?

Hey, where are you going? Where are you going, fellas?

Hey, we should hurry up, eh?

What are you thinking? Useless fucking poofters.

[car engine rumbling]

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

[Rocket] See yous later, boys.

Oh, yeah, all right.

Fuck.

How does an ugly bastard like Rocket get a good-looking sister like that, eh?

Oy, Jimmy!

[club music playing]

-G'day, Jimmy. -Yeah, g'day, Pando.

Hey, Acko.

Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?

Ah, 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?

-Ten o'clock. -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?

[indistinct chatter]

[man yelling]

[background chatter]

So what did he say?

Oh, 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'd I tell you?

You're on your way.

-What? -It's your fuckin' break, mate.

Yeah, well, it's probably gonna be something small.

You know, I mean, it's my first--

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

Look mate, you're in with Pando now, mate. It's fuckin' great.

Yeah, yeah, I suppose.

[man] She was smokin', yeah, it was good.

[Michael] So you wanna play with the big boys, do ya?

Hey, fellas, come here, eh.

Live fucking, live sucking, what do you reckon, eh?

-Little brother. -What do you reckon, eh?

Tell you what, five bucks.

-Do we five bucks, eh? -Go straight to the girl.

[host] Okay, folks, you're back on Hot FM and here's the weather forecast for today.

Hooley dooley, it's going to be a hot one.

35 degrees in the shade, that's what the bureau says.

In the late afternoon, thunderstorm coming in.

Till then, looks like you got to sweat it out.

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

["Stadium" playing]

♪ I live alone within a shell ♪

♪ When I am here I'm under a spell ♪

[song continues playing]

♪ Not enough touch ♪

♪ My fist in a clutch ♪

Busy tomorrow, Jimmy?

Yeah, well, I got some work for you.

If you want it.

[clicks tongue and sniffs]

[song continues playing]

Oh, fuck.

♪ Push to the front ♪

♪ I'm outta my seat ♪

[clatters]

Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy!

Good 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've got to go to a meeting, okay?

So can I come back later?

Okay, love.

All right, then, bye.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

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.

Yeah, what's it like out there?

I don't know.

Less buildings.

More cows.

-You got a horse, do you ride? -No. [laughing]

-No? -No.

Then what do you do?

Ah, not much, really.

Just muck around, you know.

It's pretty boring.

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, no, no, I've been doing that for while, yeah,

but, um, I've got a new job.

And you could say I'm moving on.

Yeah, what are you doing?

I'm… Yeah, I'm doing…

I'm working for a guy,

you know, just doing odd jobs here and there.

-That sort of thing. -Oh, right.

It's like a handyman?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, what about you? Got any photos?

No, not really. [laughs]

[camera shutter clicks]

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, eh?

[laughing]

-Well, you got to do something. -What do you want me to do?

I don't know, something.

[light dramatic music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

-Here's your camera. -Thanks. [laughing]

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

I don't know.

Probably just later on.

Do you want to show 'em to me?

Yeah, okay.

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

Yeah, all right.

Oh, I'll give you my number.

-Yeah. -[Alex laughing]

And it's a triple-word score.

So what do we got here?

Two, ten, 20,

27, that's, ah, 81,

and I used up all me letters. That makes 131.

Fuck.

Where's that fuckin' Jimmy?

Wasn't he supposed to be here by now?

[Jimmy gasping]

[Acko squeaking comically]

Did you get held up, mate?

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

[Pando] So what you been doing?

You did a nice job on Kiwi Bob.

Yeah.

Dropped him with an uppercut, I hear.

Yeah, yeah, well, I'd seen him leaving himself open to it.

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

It's a nice little effort.

Kiwi Bob's no fuckin' softie.

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 boot load 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 around, drives all the way home.

Deal's blown, I'm left with 40 fuckin' 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 courier work.

-500 bucks. -[Jimmy] 500?

Not enough for you?

No, no, yeah, that's fine. Yeah, that's great.

-500 is good. -Good.

Well, I want you to go down to Bondi,

see a chick called Sharon,

drop a big pile of cash on her.

-[Jimmy] How much? -[Pando] 10 grand.

Yeah, what's it for?

[Wally scoffing]

What's it for?

It's not yours to be asking that, mate.

Yeah, yeah, right. No, I didn't mean it in…

You know, I shouldn't have said anything like that.

You just go down to Bondi.

You drop the fuckin' cash on this chick,

and then you bring the car back, all right?

Yeah, no worries.

You got your keys here, man?

What?

Give him your fuckin' keys.

You're not taking my fuckin' car.

It's only gonna take 20 minutes, he needs a car.

Give him your fuckin' keys.

I just got the gearbox done.

Good, it means it fuckin' works, now give him your keys.

[laughing]

[keys jingling]

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 10 grand would be a lot heavier than this, eh.

You're going to be all right with this, aren't ya, Jimmy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna be fine.

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

Yeah.

[paper rustling]

Your go, isn't it?

[jazz music playing]

That ship must have come back in last night.

You know, 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.

Well, 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 you be a derro and a history teacher?

-I don't know. -I don't know.

-You fuckin' little fuckin' shit! -Fuckin' hell, let him go!

-What are you doing? -Fuckin' give us me bloody wallet.

I don't know where your fuckin' wallet is!

Fuckin' Johnny saw you fuckin' take it.

What do you think you're doin', piss off!

-Where the fuck is it? -Let him go or I'll stick ya!

-[choking] Fuck off! -Fuck you!

-Get off me! -Where the fuck?

Fuckin' let him go!

[gasping]

Yous two are fuckin' dead.

Nah, not you, sir.

[rock music playing]

[car revving]

[rock music continues playing]

[coughing]

[wheezing]

[tires screeching]

[car engine roaring]

[sighs]

[coughs]

[engine switches off]

[car chirping]

[slow jazz music playing]

[coughing persistently]

[body thudding]

[music continues playing]

[tapping on door]

[knocking on door]

[choking]

[body thudding]

[knocking on door]

-Don't think anyone's home, mate. -[gasps]

Shit.

It's okay, she'll be back.

Just gotta kill some time.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman yelling]

[woman] Wait, should we swap for some chips?

[people laughing]

[waves splashing]

[boy] Watch this!

[people giggling]

[muffled conversations]

[dramatic music playing]

[Michael] 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.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on.

[dramatic music playing]

[Jimmy gasping]

Did you see someone go through me stuff?

-Sorry? -Someone stole me fucking stuff!

-Did you see someone go through it? -[sputtering] No, I didn't see anything.

Shit!

Fuck, fuck.

[dramatic music playing]

[both laughing]

Fuck!

[humming]

-Would you look at that. -[Jimmy] Dee.

Shit, Jimmy, what happened?

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

Are you out of your head? He'll kill you.

He won't kill me, Dee.

Jimmy, there are no two ways about this.

You know, if you don't find the 10 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.

[sighs] I've got to get you out of here. I'll have to take you to Mom's.

[sighs]

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

He's a bad man.

No, Pando's a good bloke.

[blues music playing]

[boys laughing]

Okay, then, we've got to 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.

Oh, 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.

[man on radio] Okay, back now on 2HOT.

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when one lucky listener will receive $10,000 cash.

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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 9:00 and 12:00.

Have you got one of those stickers, Dee?

No, Jimmy, I don't.

[laughing]

[Mrs. Fletcher] Oh!

-[Dee] Hi, Mom. -Back off, buddy.

-G'day, Mrs. Fletcher. -All this will have to be done, eh?

Just doing some work, Mom. Jimmy's in a shit again.

And then, pop!

Yes, yes, splash me.

You, ah!

-Oh! -[kids giggling]

Oh, g'day, okay, 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.

I haven't got it.

Well, someone ripped it off.

[muffled talking]

Well, yeah, okay, I went down to the beach

to wait for her to come back,

and I went for a swim, and I--

-[Pando] You went for what? -A swim.

[muffled talking]

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

[Pando] Get over here right fuckin' now--

-I got to go. -I wanna…

[hangs up]

[rattling]

[car alarm wailing]

[car chirps]

[engine rumbling]

[crashing]

Cactus.

So I get old Jack to have a look,

and he swears to God, a heart attack.

What's going on?

I can't fuckin' 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?

Yeah, well, that's what they say.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, hello, dove.

No, one of those days.

Having a bloody crisis.

One of the new guys.

First day on the job, and he rips me off 10 grand.

Yeah, 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.

Do you want me to find the cunt, or what?

Yeah, you 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 Mommy for some paper.

It's in the kitchen, you ask Mommy.

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

Bye, son.

Bye.

[hangs up]

Kids.

Yeah.

[jazz music playing]

[kids chuckling]

Where'd you get the clothes?

What?

Where'd you get the clothes?

Me auntie.

What auntie?

She's part of the royal family.

Bullshit.

You want a hundred bucks?

Ah, give us a hundred.

Choice.

Your auntie really in the royal family?

[kids laughing]

What you doing?

[Alex] Nothing.

You going out?

-Yeah. -Where you going?

Just taking photos.

[inhales]

You gonna be back later tonight?

Okay.

Why?

No reason, eh?

I gotta do a job, Dee.

[Dee] Bloody hell.

How else am I gonna get 10 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.

Okay, 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.

No, 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.

Got no choice, Dee.

[sighs]

[car door slams]

Is, uh, is Bill here?

Yeah, who the fuck are you?

I'm a mate of Colin.

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

Hang on for a second. 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?

[phone beeping]

G'day.

Is Acko there?

It's Bill.

[rock music playing]

[horn honking]

[seatbelt clicks]

Oh, you should have seen him.

He had all this blood coming out of his mouth and stuff,

and Johnny, he's done heaps of martial arts and stuff,

you know, he's kicking him and punching him.

He's really killing him.

-And he's-- -[thudding]

[tires screeching]

[gasping]

Shit.

[gasping]

[body thudding]

Jesus Christ, Acko.

Back in the fuckin' car, Wally.

[dramatic music playing]

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

[car doors opening, closing]

[screaming]

[jazz music playing]

Sorry, Dee, to plant the little buggers on you like this.

Oh, no worries, Woz. I got my sister's kid's here.

So a couple of extra is no problem.

[Wozzy] Yeah, Norma had to work.

So I'm stuck with them tonight.

[kids squealing]

[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, then.

-Why not? -Pando is a fuckin' dead cheat, mate.

I mean, I've heard some bad stories about him.

Well, he's all right once you get to know him.

Jimmy, the guy's trying to kill you.

Yeah, I know.

Anyway, Jimmy, you know how to shoot?

Yeah, 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, you know.

They're usually useless, fat pricks.

-What have we got there? -Hopeless, yeah.

Useless, fat buggers.

Always fat.

Anyway, gun to the throat. Keep them looking up.

That way, he won't see you when you get his gun.

Now don't worry about it too much.

I'll help you out there,

but you get him inside, and I'll start you off.

You just hold the fuckers back,

and I'll go in over the counter, all right?

-Yeah, righto. -Now, look, every now and then,

you're gonna come across a smart ass, okay?

And the trick is to act quick on him.

A good, hard whack, you know?

Belt the Christ out of the bugger.

I mean, you don't wanna kill him, though.

But you know, a good old thump with your shotty butt.

You're giving me a shotty?

Yeah, why?

You don't like shotguns?

No, yeah, shotty's all right.

Yeah, shotties are good, mate.

[Kelvin] Give me that truck!

Hey, Kelvin, what's going on in there, mate?

Listen, listen,

just be a good boy, and share your toys, all right?

-Dad, he took my truck! -Mate, mate, mate, mate,

-play with your ray gun. -Come on, now.

-[Dee hushing] -I want that.

-Come on. -It's just over there.

That's it, guy.

[Dee] Do you wanna come with me?

[children talking over each other]

[toy squeaking]

What were we saying?

[clears throat] Shotguns.

Oh, yeah? Fire off a shot if you'd like.

You know, it's, ah, it's always good for crowd work.

Remember old blue, you know?

He always used to fire off a cartridge, you know?

He used to shoot the cameras, you know.

It was pretty funny.

Here we go.

[Dee] Here we go.

Woo, you are lazy, boy.

Thanks a lot, Mrs. Fletcher.

-Good on you. -I hope there are enough cups.

Want another cup of tea, Craig?

Ah, thanks very much, Mrs. Fletcher.

You're the best, thanks.

Hey.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Oh, I was just taking your photo.

Why the fuck you wanna take my photo for?

Sorry, I didn't… I just wanted to take your photo.

I'm sorry, I'll just…

You're such a good looking bastard.

Ah, well, that's different.

-[camera shutter clicks] -Okay now, that's groovy.

-Let's go. -Yeah, I know.

[Dee] All righty, I know we got quite a few,

but I think we can narrow it down

to these three here.

Now, this is the Commonwealth Bank in Rudy 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 K's down the road,

where I think they handle a lot more cash down there.

And what's this one?

Well, that's my personal pick.

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

and 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 out there,

but I reckon it's probably worth it.

Screens?

Nope, no screens.

Looks like a beauty.

How you much you reckon they got out there?

I don't know.

Could be a hundred.

Ooh, that'd be nice.

What do you reckon, Jimmy?

Oh, yeah, yeah, that sounds pretty good, eh?

Oh, that's the one, then. What are we riding in, Craig?

-Commodores. -Well, then, so what's today, Wednesday?

So we're out there tomorrow then, eh?

Yeah, if that suits you blokes.

Yeah, suits me.

Oh, shit, I've got the kids again.

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

Thanks, Dee.

We all right getting another car then, Craig?

Yeah, I'll go do that at the salvo.

Might go for a drive and check it out.

There's the shot.

All righty then, it should be fun.

You excited, Jimmy?

Oh yeah, I guess.

Well, I better piss off home

and get some dinner in these bloody kids of mine.

I'll see yous all here tomorrow, eh?

Jesus Christ, they were laughing our bloody heads off.

This is gonna be a fuckin' ripper.

[muffled chatter on police radio]

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.

[footsteps on stairs]

-[man] What? -Is Ron here?

What do you want him for?

I just want to talk to him.

Fuck off.

Wait.

[chuckles]

All right, come on.

Hey, John.

-G'day, Wally, how you doing? -You seen Jimmy?

No, no, mate, I haven't seen him since last night.

I thought he was doing something with you fellas.

So you haven't heard nothing from him?

No, what's happened?

Pando's pretty keen to catch up with him.

Fuck, Jimmy pulled a shifty, did he?

Yeah, just let us know if you hear anything, would you?

Pando'd be pretty happy for any info, yeah?

Nah, I don't know nothing, mate, eh?

Have you checked his place?

[crashing]

[glass shattering]

[jazz music playing]

[knocking on door]

Hi, 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?

[door slams shut]

[Les sighing]

So how's your first day in the big smoke?

Oh, it was all right.

Aye, good-looking girl like you,

aye, should have no problems.

The queen of the town before too long, eh?

You going out tonight?

I don't know. Probably.

Where you going?

I'm not sure yet.

All right.

Like the pictures, do you?

I thought all girls liked the pictures, eh?

Tom Cruise, bet you like him, eh?

Brad Pitt?

What about him?

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

No, we've got 'em.

Oh, do you? You go much?

No, a bit.

Fuck, maybe we should go out to the flick sometime, eh?

What about tonight, eh? We could catch a flick tonight.

What do you reckon?

Mm, I'm not sure.

I'm quite--

[telephone rings]

Hello?

-[Jimmy] Alex? -Yeah.

Yeah, hi, it's me, Jimmy.

Hi, how are you?

Yeah, good, yeah. How are you?

Oh, I'm all right.

-What are you doing? -Oh, not much.

Yeah, I just thought I'd give you a call, you know, see what you were doing.

Didn't know if you were

-going to call or not. -Yeah.

So what are you doing tonight?

[Alex] I don't know.

What are you up to?

I don't know. [chuckles]

I was thinking about going down to Chinatown.

-Have you ever been there? -Yeah, yeah, I've been there.

Yeah, I was just thinking

about going down there for a while and checking it out.

I was wondering if you wanna meet me or something,

or you know, only if you want to.

I don't know if I can.

Oh, [sighs] okay.

No, [chuckles] no, it's not that I don't want to or anything,

but… it's just that I…

…well, there's a pub down near Chinatown.

It's called the Star Hotel.

On Golden Street.

The Star Hotel.

Well, I can meet you there if you want.

-[Alex] All right. -Okay, well, I'll see you there.

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

-You're going out somewhere, are you? -Yes.

[paper rustling]

[door closes]

[thunder booming]

-[indistinct] -Who is that?

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

What?

Why are you wearing those clothes?

Well, I was gonna go see mom and Mel.

What are you talking about?

You haven't seen them in five years.

Yeah, well, you know, I was speaking to mom on the phone,

and I promised I'd go round and see her,

and you know, I'll only be an hour or two.

-Jimmy, are you out of your head? -I'll be fine, Dee.

Go on, love, go and see your mom.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

Are you… are you completely insane?

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

Well, Pando's bloody looking for you.

You know what'll happen if he finds you, don't you?

I'll be fine, all right?

Oh, let him go, Dee.

Go and see your mother, Jimmy.

Mom.

I'll see you later, Mrs. Fletcher. Hey, thanks for your hospitality.

Been a pleasure, Jimmy.

I'll leave the light on for you, love.

Shit.

[dramatic music playing]

[casings rattling]

[Acko] Shit.

[suspenseful music playing]

[thudding]

[spitting]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Yeah, mate, I'll see ya there in about 15.

-[tires squealing] -[horn honking]

Hey.

Hello.

-[Jimmy] How are you? -Not bad.

-So how'd you go today? -Ah, it was all right.

Yep, had a look around, took some photos.

-Do you want to see them? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[man] Nice to see ya.

[Alex] You look good in photos.

Yeah, a pity about in real life, though, eh?

Here's that one of me.

-Look foul. -Hey, hang on.

Oh, that's all right.

You can have it if you want.

[giggles nervously]

There's another one of you in here.

I didn't know you took that one.

[chuckles softly]

Who's the guy in the car?

That's Pando.

Pando.

[laughs] Sounds like a teddy bear.

So who is he?

[sighs] 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?

Nah, you know, Pando's a good bloke.

You know, he, um…

[sighs in exasperation]

Yeah, well, I guess he is an asshole.

See, in the cross, right,

everyone wants to be mates with Pando.

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

And Pando comes up to me,

and he asks me if I want to do a job for him, right?

And I'm thinking, great.

But, um, but it's all bullshit.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

You know, when you were a little kid?

I don't know, some shit kickin' thing.

No, what'd you really want to be?

I guess I just wanted to do something with me hands,

you know?

Not like fighting.

I don't want to be a fighter or anything, but…

You know, just fixing things, making things.

You know, that sort of stuff.

You should talk to my uncle.

He's a boat builder on the north coast.

He's been looking to take someone on,

like an apprentice or something like that.

-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?

Yeah, better than hanging around assholes.

-Yeah. -[both laughing]

[dramatic music playing]

[cellphone beeping]

[cellphone ringing]

G'day, it's Les.

Les Watson.

Yeah, that's right.

Got some information you might like to hear.

What?

Where?

Where?

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[man on TV] Take left corner and fold into middle, like so.

Make a hard crease.

[Pando] To the center, mate.

-Then fold over end… -That's it.

…of blue side here.

But please note, soft not hard fold.

[phone ringing]

This important in origami.

[man on TV speaking foreign language]

Yeah, soft folds, not hard, mate.

That's a boy.

Take side of paper, pull out, like so to make--

[woman] Maurice, phone.

-Ah, shit. -[man on TV speaking foreign language]

You keep making the pterodactyl, mate.

-Very soft folds. -Hello?

Yeah, fuckin' where?

Righty-o, then.

Where's Acko?

Pick a color.

Okay, see you there.

Look, Dad.

Eh, that's a beauty, Jake.

That's a lovely looking pterodactyl.

[speaking foreign language on TV]

Next up, we make dogu.

Yeah, dog.

[Jimmy] Nice dog.

Yes, that was my old dog.

[pop music playing]

So when do you reckon you'll be able to give your uncle a call?

Oh, don't know. Tomorrow?

Oh, hey, what about tonight?

[chuckles]

I don't have the number with me at the moment.

It's back at Rocket's.

Why, you kinda keen to get out of town or something?

Hey, I know this bloke. It's Cockie.

-Bloody Les in the background there. -Ugh, I don't like him, he's disgusting.

He was at my place, sitting there,

trying to crack onto me, scratching his balls.

Yeah?

Yeah. I was glad you rang when you did.

[dramatic music playing]

So he was there when I was talking to you?

Yeah, he was just sitting there staring at me.

And what did he do?

Nothing, but I think he was pissed off

when he knew I was going out with you.

Ah, shit.

Good to see you, mate.

[man grunts]

[man] Hey.

Check the dunnies.

[suspenseful music playing]

[beeps]

-He's not in there. -Fuck!

[cellphone rings]

Hello. What?

-What's the matter, Jimmy? -Nothing.

All right, come up here.

Yeah, he just ran around the corner up ahead of me.

-Yeah, I will, I will. -[phone beeps]

Shit, hang on.

Ah, fuck, my batteries are going.

I don't know.

Yeah, the fuckin' thing's beeping at me.

-[beeping continues] -Hey, hello?

Hello?

Fuck, fuck!

Have you ever been on the monorail?

-No. -Then let's go for a ride.

Come on.

[jazz music playing]

[train operator] Please stand clear.

The doors are now closing.

[monorail whirring]

[busker plays saxophone]

Shit.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

[grunting]

-Hey! -[clinking]

[coin clattering]

[clanging]

[monorail whirring]

What's happened, Jimmy?

You know how I was telling you about Pando?

[sighs]

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 just didn't want to get you mixed 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?

[ominous music playing]

[door clatters open]

[train operator] Please step clear.

The doors are now closing.

[dramatic music playing]

[ominous sounds]

[soft footsteps]

[fist thudding]

[Jimmy grunting]

[Acko] Get him up, get him up.

Come on, come on.

-[Jimmy] Ah! -[gasps]

Help me!

[Acko] Get him in, get him in.

-Come on, Come on, get him. -[Jimmy groaning]

I don't give a fuck about him, you get him in.

[dramatic music playing]

[sobbing softly]

[sobbing]

[car engine starts]

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

We just need to talk to Jimmy about a few things.

So you 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.

[Alex crying]

[soft rock music playing]

You got my keys, Jimmy?

[man on radio] It's quarter past the hour on 2NAX,

and weatherman tells us that 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.

I love this song.

["This Guy's In Love With You" playing]

♪ You said this guy ♪

♪ This guy's in love with you… ♪

[Jimmy gasps]

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

I swear, I'll be 100% fair dinkum with you and--

-[thudding] -[Jimmy groaning]

Have I ever bullshitted you?

-Have I? -I don't know, Jimmy.

I haven't, I've never fuckin' bullshitted you.

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

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

I'm doing a job tomorrow. I'm going to get your fuckin' money back.

You've never done a job in your fuckin' life.

You wouldn't know where to start.

Look, look, a friend, Deirdre,

you know, Crusher Fletcher's daughter?

Yeah, mate, yes?

She's organized a job for me.

A bloke named me and Wozzy are doing it. I'm on crowds.

I'm gonna get your fuckin' money.

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

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

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

-Robert. -Yeah, Robert.

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

I couldn't believe it. I mean, what had I done to deserve this?

Lucky for me, he goes straight to Phil Rogers,

so we get the cunt back.

But, Jimmy, that was a valuable fuckin' lesson,

and I'm not gonna get burned a second time.

You should be able understand that.

I swear on my mother's fucking grave!

Oh, shut your fuckin' mouth.

[sobbing]

[Jimmy] I'm not fucking bullshitting!

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

Just ring Deirdre, we are doing this job tomorrow.

Look, I'm gonna get your fuckin' 10 grand back.

I'll give you 15, I promise.

Just ring her, please!

We're doing this job tomorrow.

I'm gonna get your fuckin' money back.

[gunshot]

[Pando] Sorry, Jimmy.

[suspenseful music]

-[fizzing] -[Jimmy gasps]

Fuckin' thing.

Give me a look at it.

Give the torch over here, Wal.

Ouch, fuck, shit.

Fuckin' hell, mate.

This gun's fuckin' filthy.

Jesus, look what's happened here.

That cap's fizzed out and fused the fuckin' 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, and I washed 'em.

Of course they're gonna be fucked

if you put them through the fuckin' washing machine.

No, water shouldn't fuck 'em up, Pando.

I mean, they're designed to go through swamps and shit.

They'll fizz like that if they're all bad.

How old are these?

Not that old.

You loaded your gun with old fuckin' bullets

you put through the fuckin' wash?

Well, righto.

I shot all me fuckin' bullets, didn't I?

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

You got any more bullets?

-Nah. -Ah, shit.

Anyone got another gun?

-Yeah. -[Pando] Where is it?

It's in the car.

Well, fuck off and get it.

[Acko] Fuck.

[footsteps receding]

This is where we planted his brother.

-[dramatic music] -[Pando] Eh?

Fuckin' 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.

-[Jimmy grunts] -[thudding]

Ah, Jesus!

[groaning]

Ah, fuck.

[Pando groaning]

[Pando groans]

Fuck, my nuts.

[thunder crashing]

[rain pattering]

[Pando groaning]

[Jimmy panting]

Go around that way, head him off!

[dramatic music playing]

[ominous sounds]

[rock music playing]

[car engine rumbling]

[Jimmy panting]

That torch is fuckin' useless.

[gunshot]

It keeps pissing down.

[sighs]

Fuck this rain!

[car doors slamming]

[car engine revving]

[thunder crashing]

[trundling]

[dramatic music playing]

-[gunshot] -[Jimmy screaming]

[Jimmy groaning]

[Michael] You're on your own now, Jimmy.

Look after yourself.

[indistinct chatter]

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

Look, you've gotta get out of here, all right?

Pando's not the type of guy you wanna fuck with.

What are we going to do about Jimmy?

Forget Jimmy, eh?

Like, just pack your bloody suitcase.

-Jimmy doesn't give a shit about ya-- -[Alex] They're gonna kill him!

[Rocket] Fuck him, all right!

I'm sick of hearing about this.

[Rocket and Alex yelling]

[car speeds away]

[Rocket] Please!

Fuck! Don't you see what you've done?

We're all gonna die now, do you want that?

[Alex] I say we call the cops.

[Rocket] Fuck the cops, fuck them.

He fucked with Pando, don't you understand?

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

[dog barking]

Well, look what the fuckin' cat dragged in, eh?

[Dee] Jesus Christ, Jimmy, where have you been?

[Jimmy] I don't know.

You look like shit.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

You're gonna be okay for today?

Yeah. Let's do it.

So anyway, eh, Harry King, here, spouting off to one of the boys

that it's Phil who's been fooling around with his missus.

Right and everyone's just going, "Oh, shit, man."

You know Harry King, you know.

He's built like a fuckin' brick supermarket

and he's madder than a cut snake.

Anyway, we're all sitting up at the pub the other night.

And Harry walks in, you know.

He walks straight up to Phil.

He throws a .22 bullet on his lap

and stares him straight in the eye, and he says,

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

[laughing]

Phil has just fuckin' shit himself, you know?

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

[laughter continues]

[dramatic music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

All righty, then. Let's go, eh?

Any last questions?

What if we see any cops?

What do you mean?

Well, if a cop comes on.

You shoot him.

Look, mate, they'll fuckin' shoot you, all right?

You shoot the bastards, okay?

-Yeah. -You all right, you okay?

-Yeah. -Mate, just try to have

some fun with this, okay?

-You all right? -Yeah, yeah, I am.

Okay, mask up, men.

All right, then.

Let's fuck this puppy.

[tires squealing]

[tires screech]

[dramatic music playing]

Get on the fuckin' floor!

Everyone down, this is a fuckin' holdup!

[shotgun clicking]

[gunshot]

[man] Oh!

Nice.

All right, nobody talk. Open your fuckin' drawers, all of you.

All of you, open your drawers!

Get the money bags, fill the fuckin' thing up.

Come on, move it. Get the money out.

You stay there, dickhead!

Fill it, get me the bag.

Money in, money in.

Come on, move it.

Right, where's the fuckin' safe, mate?

Come on! Fuckin' move it.

Get me, get on the fuckin' floor.

Come on, dickhead.

Come on, open it.

Open it, okay?

-[employee] I don't know the new codes. -[suspenseful music playing]

[Wozzy] This bag.

Come on, fuckin' every note.

Fifties and the hundreds.

Get down, you fuckin' asshole!

Yeah, righto, killer.

-Settle down. -[Wozzy] Put it in there.

Get down, asshole!

[indistinct yelling]

-[thudding] -[man groans, coughs]

[Wozzy] Get it all in the bag!

[suspenseful music playing]

[thudding]

Oy.

[birds chirping]

Oy.

Shit, shit.

[knocking on glass]

[mouthing] What?

-[knocking] -[mouthing] What? What?

[mouthing]

Woz is bloody out cold. Give us a hand, would you?

-He's what? -[Jimmy] Bloody give us a hand!

[Craig] Fuck!

-[gunshot] -[camera shattering]

[people screaming]

[Craig grunting]

[dramatic music playing]

[Jimmy] Get him in.

[Wozzy groaning]

[Wozzy] Man, what the fuck is going on?

Don't you bet we gotta get out of here, man.

-Where's Craig? -[gunshots]

Where's Craig, Jimmy, we gotta get outta here, man.

-[gunshots] -[glass shattering]

[shotgun clicking]

-[gunshots] -[cop groaning]

[Wozzy] Fuck this!

[gunshots ricocheting]

[tire hissing]

[Wozzy] We gotta get another car if you got one.

[Jimmy] What?

The car's fucked, we gotta piss off out of here.

[gunshots]

One, two, three!

Go, go!

[dramatic music playing]

[gunshots ricocheting]

Steve, I don't want to go into that right now, mate, no.

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

-Give me your keys! -Not her, Jimmy!

Him!

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

[man] Okay, please.

-Get the fuck out! -Okay, okay.

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[man] You're listening to radio 2HOT.

-Aw, fuck. -Time now, folks,

for the big giveaway.

-Let's have a drumroll, please. -Fuck, man.

$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?

[Larry] Hello, Ian, what a glorious summer morning we have on our hands.

Yeah, certainly is.

Now, where are we today, Larry?

[Larry] The HOT spot team is cruising down Parramatta road,

home bush, and we have firmly in our sights a grey Celica,

registration L-A-B 8-2-3,

and I can see the 2HOT to handle sticker

prominently positioned on the back bumper.

Okay, grey Celica, L-A-B 8-2-3, 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, Mister--

-[tires squealing] -[crashing]

[Larry] You're nuts! Christ!

[horn honking]

-Look out for the-- -[crashing]

Okey-dokey, it looks like we've… we've lost Larry.

We've, we've lost Larry.

Wait, Kelvin.

I told you before, mate, don't play with it, okay?

It's not a toy, all right?

Listen, I really gotta go.

Listen up.

[sighs]

I'd like to just…

[clears throat]

…propose a moment of silence for Craig.

Yeah, he was, he was a good mate,

he was a bloody good driver.

He was a top mechanic.

You know, I seen him once tune twin-belt carbies by ear

with a beer in his hand.

I know he could do a full recon on a 350 dump

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

[sighing]

Just a, you know, bit of silence, eh?

[gunshot]

[Wozzy screams] Christ, Kelvin!

I told you not to play with that, all right?

Dad's got a splittin' bloody headache.

Oh, shit.

[dog barking in distance]

Jimmy.

What are you doing?

[mouthing] Don't, you fuck.

[dramatic music playing]

[Les] Oy, Jimmy!

[man] You ever been in one of these?

Just joking.

[jazz music playing]

-[man growls] -[Jimmy] Oh, fuck.

-[fist thudding] -[Jimmy grunting]

Watch that cunt, he's going for something down his pants.

[Jimmy gasping]

He's got a gun.

[Jimmy gasping]

[Jimmy choking]

Fuck me, then, look at that.

[Jimmy gasping]

[Acko] How much is there?

Bloody hell.

So you did it, mate.

-You did your fuckin' job. -[Acko chuckles]

[Acko] He wasn't bullshittin' after all, eh?

[Jimmy panting]

Was that you on that bank stand job today?

[Pando laughing]

Jesus gee, my testicles are like a pair of pancakes, you bastard.

[laughing]

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

Didn't know you could handle yourself so well.

We were pretty impressed.

It 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 fuckin' bucks.

[whistles]

[Jimmy sobbing]

Jimmy, I, ah, appreciate the trouble

you went to to get my cash back, but…

[dramatic music playing]

["These Days" playing]

♪ It's coming round again ♪

♪ A slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

[Wally] Pando, your queen's in deep shit, mate.

-Shut your fuckin' mouth, Wally! -Where?

♪ Puts pressure in my day ♪

♪ Puts pressure in my day ♪

♪ This life, well, It's slipping right through my hand ♪

♪ These days turned out Nothing like I had planned ♪

[ominous sound]

♪ It's coming round again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

♪ 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 command ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

♪ And settles in its place ♪

♪ Puts pressure in my day ♪

♪ Undignified and lame ♪

Well, I'll be fucked.

[gunshots]

[Acko] Fuck, fuck!

[gunshots]

-[gunshots] -[clicking]

[sizzling]

Fuck.

♪ Control, well, It's slipping right through my hands ♪

[gunshots]

♪ These days turned out Nothing like I had planned ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Soon enough, it comes ♪

♪ Soon enough, it comes ♪

♪ To tie us down ♪

♪ It's coming round again ♪

♪ It's slow ♪

♪ It's slowly creeping in ♪

[Mrs. Jones] Is that you, Jimmy?

[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.

[lilting music playing]

[chuckles softly]

Your room's a bit of a mess.

[chuckling] Yeah.

Well, you're in luck.

There are two seats together, um, 15B and C.

Yeah, good.

North coast is very popular this time of year with school holidays.

[Alex laughs]

Okay, how would you like to pay for that, sir?

What do you mean?

What would you like to pay for your tickets with?

Money.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Cash or credit card, sir?

[Alex laughs]

Yeah, cash, thanks.

[continues laughing]

[bursts into laughter]

What?

What are you smiling about?

Did you think you could pay with bananas or something?

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

["Kare Kare" playing]

I've never been on an aeroplane 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've got my senses 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 ♪

[humming]

[song continues playing]