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- Hey.

- You enjoying that, are you?

- Yeah.

I left you some.

- What's that say?

- "Lefty."

- Right.

Are you Lefty?

- No.

- Then why the fuck are you eating my fucking cereal?

- I'll buy some more.

- When? - In a minute.

- I don't want to wait a minute.

- I thought we were gonna share the food.

- No.

No.

No, originally we were gonna share the food,

but you never fucking bought any.

You just ate all mine.

That's why my name's on all the fucking food.

- You pull that shit again,

I'll stab you in the head with a fucking fork, bro.

Yeah, keep smiling.

- So go get the fork.

- Yeah, yeah.

- I reckon I can take you down with this spoon

before you even get to the fork.

- That spoon? Red handle?

- This spoon.

- Fucking snap that. - Right now.

- Pull it closed.

Is that closed?

- It's closed.

- But we should head up to Sizzler, man.

- Nah, no way, bro. - It's all you can eat,

People take fucking ages there. - Mitre 10 car park.

Look, look, look. - Yeah, all right, all right.

So what have we got?

Not the Mini, bro. Not the Mini.

Rims on the Subi.

What do you reckon? - Yeah, yeah, you're on.

- All right, you got eyes on the shop.

I'll take the door. - Cool, cool.

- Oi, passenger door, bro.

- What? - Yeah.

- What the fuck?

- Move over, dickhead. - Shut up, fuck ya.

- Okay, go, go.

- Yeah!

- At least wear a pair of sunnies.

- Yeah, all right, mate, I'll wear sunnies.

How much, how much? - $119.

- Right, keep the change.

- You want a receipt?

- Nah, all good. Thank you, brother.

- Score.

Fucking ancient piece of shit.

- 'Sup, Bern?

- Where'd you get it?

- Fell off the back of a truck.

What do you reckon?

- Check it out.

Piss off.

Fix you up later.

- What's in the bag?

- Ooh! Nice!

Score.

Strong box, mate.

Hey, your mum's got a strong box.

- Fuck you, man. Your sister's got a strong box.

- Who the fuck are you? - Oh! Shit.

- Hey!

Let me out, ya fuckin' prick!

- How're ya goin', love?

- Hi.

What can I get you?

- Oh, just give us a couple of dimmies, here.

That'll do. - Righto.

- Perfect amount of chips...

- You reckon Tracey's looking at me?

- Beauty.

Got any soya sauce at all?

- Yep.

- Fuck off.

- Thing's fucking old-school, huh?

- Yeah, man.

- Should we roll? - Mm.

- Good one, Trace. - See you, boys.

- Say hi to your sister for me. - Yeah, you wish.

- Laters.

So how are we gonna open it?

- Oh, Bernie's good with shit like this.

- Yeah, but, what if, like,

he wants something, you know, for opening it?

- Yeah, but...

I don't know how we're gonna get the fucking thing open.

If it had a key lock we could pick it, but...

these combo locks...

Have to cut the fucking thing open.

We need, like, an oxy cutter.

- We buy one.

- They're exxy.

- What if we use Bernie's?

- Yeah, we'll do that.

- Like, maybe we should have just done our own.

- Yeah.

- 'Sup, Bern?

What the fuck?

- Something you wanna tell me?

- Dude, just chill out.

- Don't fucking tell me to chill, fuckwit.

Tell me about the bloke in the boot.

- What?

- There was a bloke in the boot of the Subi.

- What was he doing in the boot?

- Where's the car?

- I had to dump it.

You think I'm gonna leave it sitting here?

- Fuck. - Yeah, fuck!

- Like we didn't know, man. Hey, swear to God.

Truth.

- Shit.

- What's that?

- That was in the car.

Fucking dude in the boot of the fucking car, man.

- Shh.

- Light me up.

- Oh, yeah! Holy shit!

- Watch your eyes.

- What the fuck?

Hey, Bernie.

Bernie!

Customer.

- You all right, there, mate?

- You got out of the boot.

- No thanks to you.

- Yours?

- So you wanna tell me what the fuck's going on?

- These two idiots stole the Sub, brought it here...

They didn't know you were in the boot, but...

- So where'd you steal the car from?

- No, we ain't saying nothing, then.

- Uh-uh.

- Oy, I do MMA, cunt.

- Yeah, fuck him up. - Do you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, shit. - Want some more?

- It was outside the hardware, man.

Outside the--

in the car park outside the hardware store.

- Can I have my phone, please? - Yeah.

There you are.

So, no, didn't make any calls.

- Better not have.

'Ello, Ray. - Oh, fuck.

- Did you miss me?

- Would you be upset if I said no?

- Yeah, a little bit.

All right, so, Ray.

How'd you get out of the fucking boot?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- Not in here, you muppet.

In there.

Right.

Try me.

- Somebody stole the car.

- Oh, see, now, Ray, I don't believe you.

- Yeah, I told you.

When you were in the hardware store, somebody stole it.

Brought it here to the chop shop.

- Is that right?

Well, that is a hell of a fucking story, Ray.

I'll tell you what's gonna happen, all right?

Take the car, all right?

We're gonna drive off in that direction,

nice and slow, you do exactly as I say, you understand?

- Got it.

- 'Cause I don't wanna put your fucking...

your brains all over the windscreen.

Right. Bobby,

Call Davros and let him know we're on our way.

Hurry up.

- So you're not gonna let me go, then, huh?

- No, Ray, I'm not gonna let you go.

I mean, you know that can't happen, all right?

If I let you go,

I've gotta put a fucking bullet in this clown,

one in Davros,

then I'd have to leave the fucking state,

look for another line of work.

I'm not gonna do that, so start the fucking car,

and move off down that way.

Good man, mate. Make the call, Bobby.

- All right, get out, Bobby.

All right, Ray.

Keep up, knucklehead.

- Took you long enough.

- We got here, didn't we?

- How you been, Raymond?

- Good, mate. How you been?

- Yeah, good, good.

- That's the way.

- See that shovel there?

- Yep.

- You want to dig a little hole for me?

- Sure.

How big you want it?

- Eh.

Start digging, and I'll tell you when to stop, okay?

- All right.

- Look, we're all done here, right?

You don't need me anymore?

- Yeah, we're good, mate.

- What's up?

- Where's my fucking money?

- Hey, let me ask you a question.

When I first spoke to you about this job,

what did I ask you to do?

- You asked me to grab him and bring him to you,

which I've just done.

- So I didn't ask you to drive all over the state

looking for buried treasure.

- Nah.

- I should have fucking clipped you.

You fucking...

look, he's fucking here, isn't he?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's here, but Johnny and I have been

freezing our arses off for hours.

- Freezing.

- That right?

- Yeah.

- Well, I don't give a fuck.

You'll live.

Not personal, Ray.

- So where's this treasure chest?

- In the car.

- Okay.

And you were gonna share it with me, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- So go get it out of the fucking car.

- Yeah.

"Get in the car, Bobby."

"Out the car, Bobby."

"You're a muppet, Bobby."

"Catch up, Bobby."

Yeah...yeah.

Yeah, well, fuck you, Dave.

- Good?

- Yeah.

- Fuck!

- Ray, Ray...

Ray.

You want a smoke?

- No.

- What a fucking day, eh?

- Weirdest fucking day of my life, mate.

- What was in the box?

- Frag, wired to the lid.

- You're a wily little cunt, aren't you?

- Yep.

- They warned me about you.

That's why they teamed me up with...

Bobby.

- I gotta get this.

Yeah, hello?

Okay, yep.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Calm down, yep.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

Bye.

Ray.

That was my mother-in-law.

My wife's gone into labor. I'm gonna have a kid, so...

I really need to fuck off.

- Hold on.

I don't think Davros'll be

needing the Mercedes, mate, so...

That's yours.

- I owe you, Raymond.

- Forget it.

- No, I'm not gonna forget it.

- Hey.

- Hey. What are you doing?

- Nothing, what are you doing?

- Having a bath.

- What are you wearing?

Are you still coming round?

- Yeah, yeah.

I just got some work shit to do though, so...

I'm gonna be a couple hours.

- Okay.

- All right, well, I'll see you in a bit, eh?

- Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.