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- Darcy Ryan and Stephen Grey? - Yes.

I gotta take you back. You boys are going home.

Final call for Pan Am flight 572 to Sydney, Australia.

I'm sorry, sir, you can't take that in first class.

- We'll have to put it in cargo. - I've got to take it.

Sal, let her have it.

And that parcel is too big for the overhead locker.

It's got sentimental value to me and my buddy...

Sal, Sal! Look, ma'am, it was all arranged weeks ago.

- We booked a seat for it. - Let me handle this.

Mr Testano, I apologise for the mix-up.

- Let me help you. - No problem.

Whatever's happening in fashion is happening in wool.

Who's this handsome boy?

Come over here. Upsadaisy.

Have a good sleep? Yup?

Want some toast? I'll make it.

No? Weetbix? They're me favourites.

- With Milo. - With Milo.

- I'll fix him up. - There you go.

- Got much on today? - Bibs and bobs, all over.

Got some money for me? I gotta go shoppin'.

How much do you need?

- Oh, a bit. - A bit.

And how much is a bit?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

That's it.

What do you want to do, mate, now we're going back?

- Stay out of trouble, eh? - Unlikely.

What do you want to do?

I dunno...

This mob won't see me for dust. No more taking orders.

It'll be different in civvy street.

Well, mate... I'm gonna be me own boss.

Everyone answers to someone.

- I know people who don't. - Mate, who?

Who do you know, Darce?

I dunno how you do it, Gwen.

That garden's looking beautiful.

Let's go.

Well, Iookee Iookee who we got here.

Where you gum', Sammy'?

- So I guess we're not shopping? - I'm busy.

- You said... - Today. So later, all right?

- Hollywood... - Everyone out, please.

Sammy!

Sammy, what'll I do with you?

I'm just doing a job. He offered us better terms.

Did he? The shrewd bugger.

- So I just thought... - Dunno about this thinkin' idea.

What made you think you had a fuckin' choice?

Oh, Christ... My fucking knee!

No, that'll just give you a limp. That's fair, isn't it?

Just to show you what a fair bloke I am...

we'll forget this ever happened.

My machines in here by tomorrow night, right?

Dirty deeds

Done dirt cheap

I'm going to get you.

Hell, mate, a copper's always giving a bloke a hard time.

- Good to see you too, Barry. - Lucky, you saved me a trip.

- How are you, Ray? - Sharon.

- How are you? - Yeah, not too bad.

- Thank you. - No worries.

Yeah, well, that's new.

Like it? Barry reckons it's all the go.

You wouldn't have to go anywhere.

There's this week's, mate.

- Bazz, you getting Darcy? - Yeah, all right.

I hear Dispatch going on about you.

Busting other people's machines in broad daylight.

Jason, stop that.

Everyone knows you run the machines, right?

Except Freddie's trying to root me up the bum.

Am I s'posed to drop me strides?

Jason, I told you.

We got a system. They use our machines or take a risk.

You blokes do pretty well out of it.

No one is saying otherwise.

They leave us to it if we keep it out of the papers.

Yeah, all right.

Jason, get inside.

You heard they sold Montezuma's?

- Who to? - Dunno.

Get in the bloody house, now!

- He needs a belting. - He's all right.

Whoever bought it isn't getting in the clubs, Freddie or not.

I'm telling you, Barry, just pull your head in.

I don't care about Freddie, but there's not to be a war.

Don't worry about it. I've got it all under control.

- Do they do that hula shit? - No, no.

- It's a long way past Hawaii. - How much?

I'll take that, sir.

- Another six hours. - Six hours? You're kidding.

- What language do they speak? - Just regular.

- You mean, like American. - Yeah, regular.

They speak like us. Do they look the same?

They don't look like Mexicans, do they?

I got no idea.

Why do I have to babysit this damn slot machine?

We'll show these guys our technical superiority.

Vietnam... if we gave those people televisions...

they see us land a guy on the moon...

they'd pack up their black pyjamas.

So what did Jimmy want?

Tony... whatever you do...

don't let Sal talk business, he's a little crazy.

- I won't. - Tony, you owe me.

I'm giving you two mill to do the deal.

- How'll I get it out the country? - Don't worry...

When you need it, I'll make sure it's there.

But Tony... don't come back empty-handed, eh?

He didn't say nothin'.

It's his last chance.

He messes up, you know what you gotta do.

You have a good time. Go hunting.

But the machine, Sal... it's a prototype.

Guard it with your life. Not a scratch.

There he is. Darce!

Hey, Darcy!

Hey, Uncle Barry...

Just Barry, all right?

- How you going? 'Rm Qving good.

- Darcy. - Sam Riley.

Hollywood runs most of me stuff. Couldn't do without him.

And Norm watches my back.

- Pleased to meet you. - And you.

- What are your plans now? - What you got?

- What can you do? - Shoot people and blow shit up.

Sing out if you want work.

I can always use a smart bloke.

- You're sweet? - Yup.

See ya later.

Darcy, this is a friend of mine... Margaret.

G'day.

- How's it goin' over there? - Pret'ty shithouse.

- If the Yanks win it, then what? - What?

- What'll they do then? - They won't win.

- They'd have to kill the lot. - Or leave them alone.

The Yanks are bombing the shit out of 'em.

You'd have to kill the women, kids, ducks. They're all in on it.

- Mad bastards, eh? - Just got nothing to lose.

- Except their own country. - Give him a bloody go.

You said you'd just drop me off at the shops.

You didn't mention waiting at the airport.

Damn it, don't they have winter down here?

- It's the Southern Hemisphere. - So what now?

We wait. They call on us.

Hey, be careful of that prototype.

Can we get a colour set?

They only come in black and white, sorry.

You're kidding.

There you go, chief.

- What's that for? - It's a tip.

Oh, righto.

Ta.

Ta!

Ta! I feel like we're visiting hillbillies here.

These guys will be a pushover.

We'll see the set-up before we push.

The set-up is deadbeats waiting to get whacked.

We're only here because of you.

Danny, are you shooting at me from in there?

- Dammit, didn't I hit you? - No, you didn't.

- You come to kill me? - Not if you've got the money.

You think we're here because of Danny?

- Nice shirt. - You like it?

Yeah, suits you.

I was getting him to pay us so we could pay Jimmy.

Hey, it fits.

- You got Jimmy's money? - Not right now, but I swear...

- I was talking to him! - He'd said tomorrow for weeks.

Howwill I pay Jimmy? Dead guys don't pay nothin'.

That's why people think you're getting soft.

- You just love me for my money. - I do.

Hop in the front.

Feel like a chauffeur, you sitting there.

- Is that job offer still going? - You want to work for me?

- I need money to get set up. - What you got in mind?

Yank soldiers told me about these new restaurants...

Bloody mug's game, restaurants.

You gotta work all hours.

This is stuff that's easy to make.

- It's identical... - No one'll go for that.

You'll go broke in a day. People want choice.

G'day, girls. How's life treating ya?

- What's cookin', good-Iookin'? - Wouldn't you like to know.

- Beryl, how's tricks? - I wouldn't be dead for quids.

Now, girls, show me nephew how we do things round here.

We? The royal bloody “we”?

When did you last sit and count bloody money?

Show him what you can do with your fingers.

- Girls, fresh flesh! - You'll scare the pants off him.

- How'd you go? - Good.

- Where's it come from? - End of the rainbow, mate.

Clubs are on the payroll, books are cooked.

After closing, the boys go in. Got the keys to every machine.

We leave a few coins in them for pensioners.

In and out. No one's the wiser.

No one's hurt and everyone's happy.

How often?

Every night. A lot of clubs in town.

What do you reckon, Darce?

Better than a bloody restaurant, eh?

'Course, there's a few mates to fix up out of that.

- So let's get to work. - Okay.

Stop stealing my Iamingtons!

- Going to change outta that? - What's wrong with it?

You think you can just smash my machines?

Freddie, you fuckin' ferret. I just did, didn't I?

This is for you.

- Now? - Yeah, fuckin' now.

- Holy shit! - Shoot him!

It's jammed. It won't fire!

- Shoot. - Go! Fucking go!

- You right, Darcy? - Yeah.

There's a gun under the seat.

- Where? - Under there somewhere.

- How close do you wanna be? - Hurry up.

Come on.

- You fuckin' lost it? - I haven't found it.

Where are they?

Right behind us. Fucking move it!

Don't miss him!

Shit!

If I get any shit on me new car these cunts are dead.

Darce, we got him.

We've got him!

How are you doing down there?

Come on, you fucking canary shit!

Fuck me dead! If I stop, will that help?

Do something!

What was that?

Get the cops!

All right, you ferret.

Where's he gone to hide out?

Get rooted!

Right, Barry...

- Got that gun? - It's stuck.

I'll stick it up your arse if you don't hurry.

- Where's Freddie gone? - All right, all right...

- Where's he going? - All right...

- All right, I'll tell you. - Don't move!

- Watch where you point that. - Don't come any closer.

Get back. Hands up.

- He can't, his arms are broken. - Hands up!

Constable, restrain the suspect.

- Restrain him. - Who?

Him, on the ground.

Drop your weapon. I said drop it. Drop it!

Oh, shit.

Christ AI-fucking-mighty!

- You two piss off. - There's a man dead.

- This man's still armed. - And you watched it, you idiot!

This is what happens. You piss off...

and don't get here for another five minutes.

No “Buts"!

Sorry, Detective-Sergeant. He's young.

Now, Barry...

I said no fighting in the streets.

The mongrel tried to kill me.

Fuck this!

Put it away, son.

You came in bloody handy.

If you blokes want a war, go where there's no witnesses.

I can shut the coppers up, but if any of this gets out...

You did good. I won't forget this.

- Killing the bloke? - You're a bloody natural.

- Why can't you knock? - Because I don't need to.

- Why's boofhead here? - Be fucking nice.

- You're not a boofhead. - I'll wait in the car.

He's not a boofhead, he's me nephew.

Here... that's for your flat.

- What flat? - Next door.

- You want me to stay here? - No way.

I want an eye kept on her, and you need a place to stay.

So piss off and check out your flat.

You come and park your bum here.

- Freddie couldn't have known. - He wasn't there by chance.

- Who knew you were there? - All the bastards in here...

- There's something else, Barry. - Yeah? What?

- Yanks. - Yanks?

- They're at the Gazebo. - So?

They're Mafia. They've taken over Montezuma.

Wogs with guns. Can't think of anything worse.

- Did they put Freddie up to it? - No, they'd just got here.

- Let's get rid of them. - Ray'd love that!

Couple of dead Yanks. It'd be all over the newspapers.

We could take 'em out to sea and teach 'em to swim.

If they go missing, more will come.

Barry, you should have a talk to them.

Talk to them? What fucking for?

You can bet Freddie's talking to them.

Freddie!

All right.

Let's see what they put on the table.

Can't kill everyone that's against us.

- Why not? - Because we're a business.

Fuck that? Why'd you want to talk to them?

They want what's ours.

I got a better idea... We'll put on a big stink.

- You'll do them in? - I'll do it.

No! A stink, a do... we'll make a fuss of them.

Guests, we'll show 'em a good time... music, grog...

- Sheilas? - Sheilas, the whole bit.

We'll introduce 'em. Relax 'em, find out what they want.

- I'll get on to it. - Tomorrow night, the Roosevelt.

Hey, Darcy, you know much about Yanks?

In Vietnam, they were fucking everywhere, fucking everything.

Then that would make you a fucking expert.

- Norm, is the Holden outside? - I never touched it.

I never said you did. Give the kid the keys.

You go and invite the Yanks.

Get yourself some new clobber.

Isn't that a bit odd... sending the young fella?

He can be trusted.

- I work for Barry Ryan. - We know who Mr Ryan is.

Barry's got this...

Mr Ryan is throwing a big do for you blokes tomorrow night.

- Do? - Yeah, a party to welcome you.

- A party, huh? - Yeah...

To welcome you over and...

So, someone's gonna pick you up about eight.

No worries.

Flash shirt.

- What's that mean? - Let it go, Sal.

- You think I look stupid? - Flash means good.

Oh, “good”. You think it looks good.

Look, go easy.

I got you, kid! I was just fucking with ya.

I wouldn't shoot nobody. Tell him, tell him.

He thinks he's a great white hunter.

You got good hunting over here?

- I wouldn't know, mate. - Sal...

Sorry.

Barry told me to get anything you need.

Know a good Italian restaurant?

- I can find out. - Do that and we'll go eat.

- It'll be my treat. - Right.

Do you know about this food...

It's round, flat and comes in a cardboard box.

Pizza?

- No idea what it's called. - You don't know pizza?

Let's have pizza and you'll see what you've been missing.

- What is it? - The kids make 'em over there.

That's real thoughtful of ya.

Your mum would have been proud.

- Got a girl yet, Darce? - No, nothing like that.

You should go look for one.

Darl, give Darce a few bob so he can meet young people.

See you later, Aunty Sharon.

The Yanks coming?

One's as mad as a cut snake. He wants to go hunting.

- Hunting? - Yeah.

The other one wants to go out to dinner. Should I go?

My oath! Find out what you can.

- So did you just get back? - Yes, yesterday.

- Did you get drafted? - Yes, we call it the ballot.

Yeah, I got drafted. I went to Korea.

They draft the rich kids here?

They never draft the rich kids.

So, you got plans?

- I work for Barry. - Doing what?

Deliveries? - Yeah, things like that.

- So who's Barry to you? - He's me uncle.

Yeah? What else?

Me old man... he pissed off when I was a kid.

Barry and Aunty Sharon always saw we were looked after.

- The nature of his business? - Dunno. Not really.

Always know what's going on before you get your hands dirty.

Gentlemen, here you are now...

Is this... the only place they make pizza?

It's the only place they knew what it was.

That don't look right, mate.

Maybe we should try spaghetti.

Not as big as my place.

- Make us a coffee. - I haven't got any.

A cup of tea, then.

- Why should I? - Cause Barry said so.

You're his new puppydog.

Maybe I'm too much of a boofhead to make you tea.

Know what I hate? I hate sulky men.

Gonna make me a cuppa?

- You want milk? - Yes.

- I don't have milk. Sugar? - You don't have any?

You're a boofhead to work for Barry.

At least I don't root him. He's too old for you.

- You know nothing about me. - You know nothing about me!

Did you kill anyone?

- What? - Vietnam, did you kill anyone?

- Why are you asking? - It's fucked you had to go.

- Don't feel sorry for me. - I didn't say I did.

I'm just telling you what I think.

Hey, princess...

Don't shoot!

No need for that, we're all friends here.

- Barry Ryan. - Tony Testano.

- Tony. - Got me there. Sal Cassela.

- You Aussies crack me up. - Glad you came.

- Hollywood, look after 'em. - Too right.

Join me.

This is my wife. Sharon, Tony...

Sal...

Cassela. How you doing?

Let's sit down.

BazzheyBazz...

Pretty flash, eh? No mug's stuff here.

The cake... you like it? See the piping...

Took that bird days to do. Cost me a quid too...

- But anything for you, Bazz. - You done well, mate.

- Anytime, tomorrow... - Marnie... Piss off.

Sweet, mate.

- New clothes? - Yeah.

- What are you doing here? - Guess. Want a drink?

- Yeah, a beer. - There you go.

Hey, buddy... make mine a bourbon.

See that? It's why you need colour TV.

You see the blood, everything.

In black and white, it's like it happened years ago.

It's no prettier in colour, mate.

No? We love this war, we own it.

Bullshit.

Bullshit? You think it's bullshit?

We've got our own people in the government.

Why else would we fight a war in the middle of nowhere?

We set it up. Ho Chi Minh, the whole lot.

They're all working for us and they don't even know.

And you know why?

Heroin.

Who are we sending over? Niggers, white trash.

They get hooked on cheap heroin there.

So back in the States, we get a ready-made market.

Niggers and white trash, so the cops don't care.

We'll keep it going a few more years.

We've got it all set up... the poppy farms.

Everything-

We're making a killing.

A bit of bloody shush, all right?

Our American friends have come a bloody long way.

Better them than me, I reckon. But good on 'em.

I want you all to make 'em feel welcome.

Make them feel at home.

So Tony and Sal, wherever you are...

Nice to have you here. Enjoy your stay. Cheers.

What do you reckon, Tony?

Thanks.

Couple of blokes I want you to meet.

Tony, this is Detective-Sergeant Ray Murphy.

- Nice to meet the city's finest. - Tony, this bloke's trouble.

I'm in Ray's bad books. This is Senator McGovers.

- He's been helpful to me. - Glad to meet our allies.

- Pleasure's all mine. - I'll leave you blokes to it.

- Here, sit down with us. - Thank you.

- Reckon we should tell him? - Mate, he knows...

He'll be getting a handful of nuts soon.

You didn't tell me she'd be here.

Why didn't you tell me not to come in?

- Sorry, I didn't think. - You never do.

You wanna go, fine. Darcy... get her out of here!

- Where'll I take her? - Where she wants.

Move!

- What's going on? - It's Darcy and his new missus.

Come here.

You better not be rubbing my nose in it.

What, sweetheart?

I was hoping we could talk.

Yeah? What about?

I hear you run the slot machines in Sydney.

Me?

I don't run anything. I'm an ordinary fella.

- I help out a few blokes... - Okay, okay...

We can pretend you're nobody.

But you talk to us... You don't talk to us...

We're still gonna be around.

- And? - And what?

I might be slow on the uptake, but what comes next?

That's up to you.

- Isn't it “take it or leave it”? - Hear me out.

If you keep Prince but handle Montezuma as well...

We're talking a business deal here.

- We know how much it's worth. - You do? Who told you that?

What it's worth back home. We want to buy in.

- You're talking lots of money. - Seven figures.

Millions? That is a lot of money.

A bloke'd have to be a goose to refuse that.

If it were up to me, I'd be in it.

Like I said, I don't run anything, so I can't help you.

One day, no bloke's gonna muck me around.

- What about when you marry? - Marry! Don't be so stupid.

- You're all the same. - So you've met us all, eh?

Look at you! You're some catch...

Go off to someone else's war, come back broke.

I've still got plans.

- Plans! - Yeah, just need some money.

- I didn't think you'd plan. - I didn't think you'd think.

- Where you taking me? - Wherever you want.

Come on!

Let's dance! Dance with me.

Come on... Please!

Five cents! A goddamn nickel?

He)', big spenders!

- Why should I work with you? - We're businessmen.

Yes, we are, but why should I?

How would my situation improve?

I don't like competition. It dissipates profit margins.

This isn't about competition.

We're talking about bringing Montezuma and Prince together.

Have you run this past Barry?

- He won't cop this. - Who gives a fuck?

- Shut up, Sal. - Eh?

I'm sorry, he's young.

The question I'm asking is, will you work with us?

Well, I'm a businessman and to tell you the truth...

I don't give a fuck who I work with.

But I only work with one outfit.

Right, blah blah... I kill Barry...

You don't kill Barry. I'm running this.

While I'm talking business with him, nobody touches him.

Understand?

I think someone close is setting me up.

Going behind me back.

Yeah?

You know what I'd do?

If someone I trusted...

or I should be able to trust... was cheating me?

I let them think they were getting away with it.

Wait till they let their guard down...

Then I cut their fucking balls off!

Yeah?

Fuckin' oath.

You think someone's backdooring me too?

I knew it. I bloody knew it!

Maybe I'm getting too old for this shit.

Does that mean you wanna give it away?

What do you mean? Are you telling me I should give it away?

You're the one carrying on! Too old. What a load of shit.

Not getting scared, are you?

What if they came after you and Jason, eh?

- I can afford to retire... - And do what?

- Stay home and drive me mad? - No, I can bloody...

Get a caravan park up the coast.

I don't wanna go up the coast.

- Or live in a caravan park. - Neither do I.

- So what are you on about? - I don't know.

Bloody wanker!

- Why can't you knock? - I don't have to.

- What you doing? - Minding me own business.

You look like you'd make somebody a good wife.

- What do you want? - I'm bored.

- Well, I'm busy. - What a mess. What's cooking?

- Pisa? - It's not a pisa, it's a pizza.

- What's a bloody pizza? - Not that.

- It looks funny. - What would you know?

Here, I'll make one. Make one better than that.

Get out of my kitchen!

Don't take the pissa out of my pizza!

Right, right.

Oh, sorry...

- Let go. - Why?

Tooroo, Normie!

One down.

Jesus, Norm...

How did you let that little prick,

that arsehole Freddie, get on top of you like that?

What were you thinking?

You're just a knockabout. A good bloke, that's why.

Never hurt anyone, except when they deserved it.

I dunno why.

I dunno.

- You're a fast worker. - What?

The bird at the club. She's a good sort.

What bird?

Sharon. - G' day, mate.

Here we fuckin' go.

Sorry about Norm, mate. I liked him.

- Everybody did. - Yeah.

Bit of fun and games happening, eh?

I dunno what's going on. Fucked if I'll stand for it.

- Mate, you right? - Photos for...

Have some respect!

Sergeant, sort it out.

Some people want to deal with these Yanks.

What people, Ray?

Come here, son.

Where's your shame? We're grieving.

Barry... I'm sorry for your loss.

- Surprised to see you two here. - We weren't involved in this.

Sure.

Take one to your uncle, mate.

You and Sal come over on Friday night.

Sharon knocks up a good feed. We could have a talk.

Be honoured to.

- Still got mates in the army? - Should do.

So you got that money, mate?

Good man, I love a bit of cash.

- You landed on your feet. - Eh?

- Real different in civvy street? - Oh, yeah.

You're own boss, yeah, answering to no one?

- Bloke's got to be realistic. - Mate!

Same bullshit, different uniform, yeah?

You starting another war? How much ammo?

- Give us a case, eh? - Yeah.

Sure you don't want grenades? How about a bazooka?

G'day. I'm taking you to dinner.

- Who says? - Barry_

You said you were skint.

Let's go spend his highness's money.

You shoot me, I'll bloody kill ya.

Hey, little fella, I got you.

Come on! It's jammed on me.

Flash Iookin'.

It's tamper-proof, easy to set up. Takes bills and coins.

And there's no lever.

I don't know. Aren't we forgetting why people play 'em?

Put money in, pull the lever...

wheels spin and they win or not.

It's the future. Keep up, or get left behind.

But if you do it all for them, why would they bother?

It's win, or lose, it's why they play.

It's quicker, more money, faster...

Yup, it's a faster world all right, Tony.

It's hard to keep up sometimes.

We get these machines...

takes some guy's whole pay cheque.

They won't be back next week.

- Things are different now. - It's the way they are.

You can't go back.

Can't go back.

Barry, are we gonna do a deal? Try to work something out?

Let's eat.

It's in French. I can't read it.

Don't look at me.

Do you have pizzas, mate?

We only have what's on the menu.

Sir might be more comfortable at a different restaurant.

No, we'll be fine here, mate. And, er...

Get us the most expensive thing on the menu.

- Thank you. - Of course.

So why do you stick around? What's in it for you?

None of your business.

So... It's okay for you to ask me stuff

but when I ask you, it's none of me business.

I got in some trouble. No one else helped me, but he did.

- You owe him. - Not for much longer.

- Why do work for Barry? - He looks after me.

Bullshit! Barry looks after Barry.

He'll get bored with me, so I've got plans.

- What are they? - Better ones than selling food.

- What, a girls' dress store? - No.

Then what?

I'm going to go to university.

- Uni? - What?

- What? - You don't think I can?

Yeah... Yeah, why not?

Montezuma's got over 50,000 of those machines in Nevada.

50,000! Wish we had something like that over here.

Mum, there's a vampire under the bed.

- A vampire? - Yes, under the bed.

Bugger me, a vampire under the bed!

- Don't worry, I'll go. - Shaz, get us a stake, will ya?

Jase, come round here. Come to Dad, that's a boy.

There we go, eh?

You know what to do.

If the vampire sticks his head out, take the stake

and stab that fuckin' vampire right through his fuckin' heart.

That's it. Off to bed.

- Take the head out of his room. - He likes it.

It gives him bloody nightmares. Go and get it.

So, Tony... had a chance to see the sights yet?

Actually, I like to stay off the beaten path.

You should show Tony and Sal around a bit.

They don't want to do that.

No, that's a great idea. Did you shoot that?

Yeah, last year.

- You like shooting? - Sharon, I love shooting.

- How about you, Tone? - It's all right.

- See, darl, they like shootin'.

Take 'em out, see the sights and go shootin'.

All right, we'll go out and have some fun.

All right, let's go.

Forget Tony, he's gone soft... What about Barry?

He's gonna do nothin'.

He's hiding from me, scared. That's why he'll go out bush.

So we just go out and have some fun.

Barry knows if you go missing, your mob'll send someone else.

- And they'll be pissed. - Yeah.

Leave it to us. We'll hit the clubs all at once.

Barry comes back and he's a nobody.

What's he gonna do? Cry about it?

- You know him. - No...

He'll never do business with you.

There you go, see?

You gonna play with that all night?

- What else can I play with? - Use your bloody imagination!

Strewth! Who's that good-Iookin' sort?

- Come here. - What do you have in mind?

- Oh yeah, something like that. - Bloody ripper!

Get down on the fucking floor...

- What are you doing? - What are you doing?

- You scared me. - You scared me.

- I didn't mean to. - Well, you did.

- I'm sorry. - Put it down.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

You all right?

Fuck me!

Can I come over there?

- If you want. - You won't shoot me, will you?

No, I'm not gonna shoot you.

I'm sorry.

You want me to go?

- It wouldn't be smart to stay. - I didn't ask what was smart.

I don't want you to go.

Sure? Cos I can, you know.

Sta)'-

Get your gear on. We're on the move.

- What? - Taking the Yanks shootin'.

Where's your guns?

- Look, I'm not ordering you. - They're in here.

- Hurry it up. - Hey... where you going?

For a piss.

Want to hold it for me?

- Come on, move it. - Yeah.

Let's go.

Change of plan. Give us the keys.

You take your wagon. And bring Margaret.

Room 1314?

Hey... Careful with that!

- And there are the US calls. - What calls?

The person-to-person calls

between Salvatore Cassela and Jimmy Santori.

Sal's been calling Jimmy?

Wanna icepick in your eye?

- How many are there? - One every day.

- You said, don't trust nobody. - They won't do anything.

- I'm coming. - Don't be bloody mad.

- Where's Jason? - At Mum's. I'm coming.

Don't argue.

- Can you handle things here? - Shouldn't I come?

No, I'll be all right. I need someone here I can trust.

What happens if we crash?

What, out here?

We'd be stuffed, mate. Absolutely rooted.

Even rabbits starve to death out here.

So a person could just disappear?

A bloke could lose himself real easy.

Did you organise this, Barry?

Him? He couldn't organise wiping his own bum.

We'll go down the pub, sort ourselves out.

Thanks, mate.

I'll have to get on your lap, Darcy.

Best one in town, eh?

Rightio, we'll have it.

We want the pub.

Yes, we've got a couple of rooms spare.

I don't think you quite understand me.

We want the pub.

Just for a couple of days, but we want it for ourselves.

When these blokes go, it's yours.

What about when they finish their beers?

- You're doing it wrong. - No shit!

- Shall I show you? - You know how to make pizza?

- A thing or two. - Go for your life.

Hey, Darcy, grab me that big jar of flour, will you?

All right.

You've got enough here for an army.

My Uncle Carmine showed me how to do this...

With care, con amore.

He was gonna give me a job, but I knew better.

So Iwalked away.

I wanted an easier way to make a buck.

You wouldn't have the money you got now.

I wouldn't have the money. Or the grief, either.

For me, it's doing this or some shit job, so...

You may think what you do isn't too bad, you may like it.

But... there's gonna come a time...

it might not come for 20 or 30 years...

But there's gonna come a time

when you wonder if you're wasting your life.

There's worse ways to make a living.

A living?

The guys I started outwith... they're all dead.

Ain't none of 'em died of natural causes.

You wanna impress people? Show off?

Throw that up in the air. People are easily impressed.

Mr Ryan? There's a phone call from Sammy at the Roosevelt.

- Do I use my hands? - Yeah.

It's bloody all right, you know.

Dame, you out there'?

Yeah, mate.

- We being seen? - What?

We need to be seen here. Have people seen us?

- Here in this pub, tonight. - Yep.

Good. Let's go, we've got things to sort out.

- What? - Got to see a mate in Sydney.

Almost there, darl. One more thing and we're home.

Let's get you back to the pub.

There you go, he's yours.

You're kidding. Don't jam!

I don't blame you.

He puts you up, gets you clothes money.

I don't blame you at all.

- I don't want to listen to you. - Now you want more...

Start putting your foot down, making demands...

You want somethin' I've got.

- You've nothing I want. - Just keep away from him.

You've got wrinkles. It's not my problem.

I know who you are.

I was you ten years ago.

Okay? You'll get wrinkles.

I haven't got them now...

- You won't kill me. - Smart arse little slut!

Think I won't cut your face up? Will he look at you then?

You know the pressure he's under?

Or about the sleepless nights? Why would ya?

Once it was just Freddie, now they're from all over the world.

Reckon you could back him up? Stand behind him?

You're not up to it, love.

You stick to the boys.

Leave the grown-ups to me.

These should sort some pigs out.

- Jesus, where'd you get them? - Off the back of a truck.

- You know how it'll turn out. - How?

The money's goodwill. You can run things

cos it's good to have a local as a figurehead.

But we'll own it.

It would be unAmerican if we didn't.

How's two million sound?

Yep. Sure, Tony, whatever you reckon.

You know, you are getting soft. I say we finish this right now.

You could shoot someone here and nobody'd find them.

You could.

Oh yeah, I forgot...

the guns aren't loaded.

You'll probably be needing these.

Let's split up. You blokes go over that way.

If you see something, sing out.

Weak as piss.

Come on, we haven't got all fucking night.

For fuck's sake, take that one. Yeah, that one.

You idiot! Over there.

You're getting good money. Move it!

I'm going upstairs.

Not much of a mate.

What's that? There.

I'm sick of this. I say we find him...

and empty these into his dumb ass.

I say you shut your stupid mouth.

Got your gun?

Round the other side of the truck.

Hey!

Crikey, look what the cat dragged in.

You fucking maggots.

Wait there. Papa's coming.

Know something, Barry? You're outta your...

What?

Outta my what?

Darcy...

Bloody hell, mate. What have you done?

Shot some pigs. That's why we came.

Wild pigs, mate. Wild! Don't you know the difference?

These are some poor bloody farmer's.

Best one in town, eh? Rightio, we'll have it.

God, he set us up!

The shit's going to hit the fan now.

You've wandered on to a farm and shot all their fuckin' pigs.

- You hidin' up there, Hollywood? - Don't you come in here, Barry.

- Are you threatening me? - Don't think I won't shoot.

I'm not gonna kill you, mate.

You gonna shoot me, you cunt, when I just want to talk?

Sorry, mate...

You're cut over your eyebrow.

- Here, clean yourself up. - Ta.

Is that it?

You organised that knock on me.

- Oh, Bazz... - Come on, let's talk straight.

- No bullshit. - I had nothing to do with it.

- Bullshit. - No. Didn't have to.

Heaps of people want you gone.

You made a secret deal with the Yanks.

Our business can be so much more than buckets of coins.

That's better, mate. Get it off your chest.

What you doing? You're not going to kill me?

I told ya I wasn't gonna kill ya.

- Darcy... - Yeah?

Go on.

I can't shoot him like this.

- What do you mean? - Like a dog. I can't do it.

You fuckin' weak cunt. You're as weak as piss.

What good are you to me? What fuckin' good are you?

- The boat's... pulling out, Barry. - It's all right.

You'll get left behind...

- No, no, Barry, don't. - Hush...

Weak as piss.

Drop your weapons.

On the bloody ground!

I said put them down!

Put your guns on the ground. I'm warning you.

Put it down.

Get down. I said, get fucking down!

M!' Pigs! D° this'? V“

Hands behind your backs. Any idea whose place this is?

- Who? - Barry, fix this.

Your mates can't do nothing for you now.

Crikey, Tony. These must be Senator McGovers' pigs.

I think you're stuffed.

Don't look so miserable.

Christ, what's goin' on here?

Murder suicide.

I dunno if we can keep 'em in there.

Rules are, over 120 degrees, we gotta take 'em out.

No, they're tough. Just keep 'em in there.

Don't give them a drink. Bring 'em to the airstrip after 5.

Tony, Sal, how are you goin'?

- Barry, get us out. - I'm dying, I'm dying.

- They're not beating you, eh? - Barry, you got to get us out.

- I'm seeing what I can do. - Some coincidence!

Us ending up on the senator's land, finding his pigs.

Might have to go to Sydney to sort things out.

- You're gonna leave us? - He won't leave us. Eh, Barry?

I'll do me best.

Here's something to keep you amused.

MURDER SUICIDE

You are kidding me.

This whole thing's been a waste of time.

To make this work you've gotta kill everybody...

the politicians, the cops, the wives...

Everybody, they're all in on it.

You're insane. Jimmy'll have your balls.

I'm not. They got nothin' to lose.

I hope Jimmy lets me be the one to whack you.

- This stops now. - What, sweetheart?

- You know what I mean. - Come on, get out.

You can choose. Me or her.

But I won't let you do the dirty on me any more.

All right?

You blokes bloody stink.

Can't go back to Sydney like that. Come here.

You too.

- Get out of your clothes. - What?

Strip.

You hear what I said?

Fuck! Damn.

Sorry, mate. Just enough for one.

Let's go.

You too. Come on.

- Margaret... - What?

- What are you waiting for? - I'm not going. I'm not.

- Get on the plane! - I've had a gutful.

- A gutful of what? - Other people's dirty work.

- Think you can just walk off? - Please stay, Margaret...

- I'm talking to you! - Out here?

- We'll go somewhere... - I'll fuckin' find you.

But when you do, at least I'll be holding me head up.

You've got some front on ya, I'll say that.

You wanna stay with him?

I can't just let you walk away. How would that look?

Move!

- You don't own me. - Get down.

You don't own me!

Did I say I owned you? Did I?

Well, I fucking do.

Now, I'm gonna give youse two a present.

I'm gonna let you breathe. As long as you stay together.

You're lucky we're related.

- What are you doin' here? - I had to see.

- Well, you buggered this up. - I can't go back.

Sounds like Barry's gone off you blokes.

Be easy for a bloke to disappear out here.

Darce... you still gonna do that restaurant thing?

- I've been thinking about pizza. - Pizza?

What's a bloody pizza?

What do you think you're doing?

See, I gotta look after the machine...

- He'll kill me... - Bugger him.

- Leave it alone, we're going. - Barry, come on!

- You're going home. - He'll shoot me!

Barry's taken the rotor button. It's stuffed.

They left the machine.

Jimmy's gonna have Sal's balls.

Fat lot of good you'll do anyone out here.

- You're thinking about pizzas? - Yeah, but I'll need a partner.

- You wouldn't know anybody? - Well... l might.

So, what you gut on today, dad'?

You know, the usual. Bibs and bobs, all over.

Hey, Sal... you wouldn't be dead for quids, eh?

Jimmy's two mill!

Good for Jimmy.

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap

Done dirt cheap