All language subtitles for The Last of the Knucklemen - (1979) - Flipper.EN 25

Jesus!

Take the load off the bucket.

Hey, Pansy, can you get
the number five spanners?

When were these teeth changed?

Last week.

They should've been
replaced yesterday.

Got those spanners, fella?

Let that poofter university mate
of his fetch his bloody spanners!

Can you get us those spanners,
fellas?

It's the third time I've asked!

They're in the shed
with the wrecked rig.

Well, get 'em! Now!

Look, do I look like
I'm scratching my bloody arse here?

Get 'em yourself!

You no-good bludger!
You need your arse kicked!

I'm not hearing too well.
What's that you said?

I said you're a no-good bludger
and you need your arse kicked!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ohh!

He's still out to it, Arthur.

Well, you've done it this time,
Pansy.

Pack your things and hit the road.

Hey, hang on, Arthur.
The peanut asked for it.

Come on, Arthur.
None of us would've taken that shit.

There's no point arguing. Pansy's out
and that's all there is to it.

Get your things together.
I'll make up your pay right away.

Pansy goes, I go!

Me too!

Well, that's up to you.

It's up to all of us.

So, you're all gonna stand down
for Pansy?

This'd never have happened
if Tarzan had been here.

I'll see you later.

Beer, thanks.

OK. So Tarzan's a tough old guy.
He's ironed a few fellas out.

So what?

Tell you what I'll do, Carl.

You put up $200, I'll give you 3 to 1.

That's powerful betting.

Real impressive stuff — 3 to 1.

Well, what do you want?

You reckon Tarzan's tough, right?

He's been foreman at Black Creek
for years, right?

What are you worried about?
Back your convictions.

You rate me no chance
so put it on the line!

Say 10 to 1, say 20 to 1!

But say something brave,
for Christ's sake.

Are punch-ups worth
more than 3 to 1? Not in my book.

Beer, Jack.

What are you doing in town, Tarz?
Ah, looking for a joker.

Ah! So you're the famous Tarzan.

I've been wanting to meet you.

What for?

You and me.

I don't get hustled into a punch-up
that easy, mate.

I don't need to.

Are you the bloke from Melbourne?

Um... excuse me.
Yeah?

Did you say you were looking
for someone from Melbourne?

Vince Brown?
Yes, yes, yes.

Ah, right.

Hey! Are you looking for work?

I'm still two hands short.

Doing what?

Doing what you're bloody well told.

That sort of stuff's
alright if you're green

and you've got things to prove.

But when you know who you are
and what you can do, you don't bother.

Not unless there's stakes.

I don't mean money.
It's gotta be something that counts.

Like my crew at Black Creek.

Now there I'll always be a starter.

But I'll only scrap in the town
if the betting money's good enough.

Not for kicks — not anymore.

Hello, er, I'm Vince Brown.

Take the bunks over there.

Thanks, mate.

Vince Brown.

G'day, Vince.

That's the story of my life.

The wrong fight for the wrong reason
at the wrong time.

Yeah, what's the wrong reason?

You, Pansy, that's the wrong reason.

These two?

Well, they're the unmade ones, right?

There's this one here.
You stay the side you are.

And keep as much space between
yourselves and me as you can.

Why's that?

'Cause I stink.

Am I wrong
or am I all on my own here, eh?

Cone on, don't be shy.

I don't see anyone pulling out,
Pansy.

Everyone there at the start's
still here now.

Yeah, well, Tarzan doesn't worry me.

And if I were you, Pansy,

I'd say that as often as I could
in the next few minutes!

While you can.

Hey! How about we open a book
on how the big fella's gonna react?

I'll give you evens we're all still
in work here tomorrow morning.

Any takers?

Great bloody sportsmen.
Whose next shout is it?

It's between you and Methuselah.

Eh?
You'll toss for it.

Call it, Methuselah.

No, my luck's no good. Take my cans.

Come on,
put a bit of suspense into it.

Take a chance!
I lose all the time.

Calls himself a bloody gambler.

Crazy for a spin, but I'll tell you
what I'll do — I'll give you 2 to 1.

Now call.

Heads!

Tough.
Oh, why do I keep doing it?

Hey, Horse.

Tassie.

Mad Dog.

Methuselah?

Oh, no, I can't afford
to buy myself one now, mate.

Hey, what's your name?

Tom.

Oi!

Thanks.

Are we gonna play cards
or are we gonna stuff about?

Can't play on an empty stomach.

I'm old-fashioned, Mad Dog.

When there's money at stake,
I like to be serious.

Hey, what's your name?

Tom, mate.

Have a bo-peep out the window,
will ya?

See if there's any sign
of the big fella.

Who's that?
Well, Tarzan.

The big turd who thinks
he can walk on water.

- Ah, forget it.
- Ah, don't be like that.

We've got lousy cards,
that's all.

Garbage!

I'll go with half a dollar.

I'm out.

How can you throw in
before you're dealt again?

You've gotta have
something to build on, don't you?

You could pick up four of a kind.
And pigs might fly!

You have to go for the long shot
sometimes, my friend.

That's what gambling's all about.

Why don't you stick
to playing your hand, alright?

Leave us to play ours?
He's on his way.

Bets are off!
No, they are not.

Sit down.

We're not gonna be
sitting around here

like a bunch of frightened schoolgirls.

Speak for yourself.

How many?

I'm out!

Horse?

Two.

Give me three.

We've got nothing to worry about.

It's moments like these
I thank Christ I'm old!

I can sit on me bum, twiddle me
thumbs and watch it all happen!

You mongrel!

What have you got
to say for yourself, fat mouth?

He asked for it, Tarz.
Not asking you!

We were there, Tarz. We saw it.
Shut up!

The mouth hit him.
Let the mouth tell me why.

I'm not letting a prick like that
shout at me.

Not here, not anywhere.
And that's my right.

Your right? Who the bloody hell
do you think you are?

Me, Tarzan. ME!

And that makes you something special?

My bloody oath, to me it does.

You want me to go right through you,
mate,

you're doing everything just perfect.

Well, maybe you could, Tarz.

I'm not saying you could...

...I'm saying maybe.

Right!

Let me put the lot of you straight.

Number one —
Assaulting anyone for any reason

during a shift at work
warrants instant dismissal.

No exceptions. No ifs or buts.
Out! On the spot.

And if it'd happened
while I'd been here, fat mouth,

your feet would never
have touched the ground!

Number two...

If there'd been any of this bullshit
about all for one and one for all,

the rest of youse would've been
booted down the road right after him.

This isn't General Motors!

You're day labourers
on a wildcat mine,

which means you're paid to jump
when you're told to jump

and run when you're told to run.

Nobody's asking you
to fall in love with the work.

You're here because it suits ya!

Nobody asks you
any awkward questions.

Nobody tries to find out what
the hell it is you're running from.

You can stay or you can go.
That's it.

And if that's not enough rights,

then get the fuck off of here
before I bounce you off.

Number three...

...this little turn you've stacked on
has put my job on the line.

I'm paid to sort youse bastards out.

So, BE TOLD!

Youse will all be out there tomorrow
morning just like any other day.

RIGHT?

Yeah, right.

You, er, fellas got everything?

Yeah, we're right, thanks.

Ah, fine, fine.

You jokers have gotta take
a big tumble to yourselves.

Our leader's
not too pleased with us.

Not too damned pleased at all.

Guide her in.

She's in my side. How's she looking?
Right.

Right.

Whoa!

In the old days
when I first came north,

there were some
real hard bastards about.

Wild men.

When they went on the piss,
anything was likely to happen.

And that's when
you needed the knucklemen.

To sort the bastards out before they
broke up everything within sight.

Ahh, there was never anyone
better with his knuckles

than old Tarz.

Ah, it doesn't matter. You
get called what you wanna get called.

Or what it suits you to get called.

Like Tassie,
'cause he's from Tasmania.

Or Methuselah
'cause he's an old bastard.

But why not Vince or Tom
or whatever your name really is?

I thought you said
you taught in schools!

Correct.

Well, how come you're so bloody dumb?

What, haven't you done anything else?

Well, I was in a monastery.

A what?

A monastery.

Whoo ho!

A monastery! Whoo ho!

A monastery! Ha ha!

Oh, you ripper!

Let's go!
Ahh!

Hey.

Is that right? You were a monk?

Well, I didn't take final vows.

After six years,
I found I didn't have a vocation.

Six years, eh?

You swallowed all that voodoo stuff?

Well, I left.

To work
in a godforsaken hole like this!

Eh! I've never met a monk before!

I'm not a monk.

You'll do me for one,
sport!

Phwoah!

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sanctus!

Hey — Vince, a monk!

The health of Monk!

To the health of Monk!

You gonna risk it?

Well, I'm hungry enough to be game.

You gotta be game
to tackle this shit.

And very hungry.

Oh, it's not that bad.

Belt it down you. That's the secret.

Yeah, don't worry
if you chuck it up.

If you lose it, we'll drag that wog
bastard over to clean up.

We still gotta tag YOU with a name.

I'm just Tom.
Well, that's all I'll answer to.

Oh, I love these mystery men.

They're me favourites.

I'll bet you don't even
wanna tell us about yourself.

There's nothing to tell.

You know what breaks me up?

Horse calling the cook a wog.

Well, that's what he is.

- And what does that make you?
- Shut up, Pansy.

No, I want him to tell me
what he is.

A bloody Australian, that's what!

Hey, Tom.

Ever seen an Australian
with skin that colour?

He looks alright to me.

He looks alright to all of us, Pansy.

Has anyone told you lately
that you're an ignorant old shit?

I've been called more names
than you could ever remember, sport.

And name-callers don't bother me.
They're nothings. Nobodies.

It's a whole world full of nobodies
these days.

You'd fall over with shock
if you met a really interesting man.

Such as who?

Well, people who have
done something, made their mark.

Made their bloody mark?

Got themselves off the hook.

Off the treadmill.

Like who?

Who?

Well, like, um...

like, er...

How the hell do I know who?

Like that fella that bluffed
half a million out of Qantas.

Yeah, but the bastard got caught.

Ah, but he had a go.

Hey, what about the karate pilot
knocked off the payroll last week?

Eh? Didn't hear about that.

This guy's unreal.

He's walked into police headquarters.
The big one in the city.

It's crawling with cops.

So he's had a quiet stroll
down the corridor, see?

Cool as a cucumber,
straight into the pay room.

There's three wallopers there
making up the pays, right?

And it's like the roof fell in.
He's flattened them like tacks.

He's taken their best punches
laughing

then showed them
where they went wrong.

Then he's ambled out with quarter
of a million bucks under his arm.

He's left the whole police force

with the proverbial egg
dripping off their faces.

Well, that's what I mean.

Someone like that
would be worth meeting.

He's made it, he's set for life
and he's laughing. Yeah.

Yeah, Methuselah's right, you know.

He's the only big-timer we got here.
Eh?

Tell the boys about the time

you won the Australian
cycling championship

back in 1901 or something.

I didn't win the bloody thing, Horse.

I came third.

I never, ever said I won the bastard.

Yeah, but you heard
the roar of the crowd, didn't you?

And liked it. Heady stuff,
wasn't it, you old bastard?

All I ever said was I came third.

Half a spoke behind the winner.

He's got his name
in the record books, though.

And... and... and...
he's got a photo to prove it.

Hey, why don't you go and get
your photo? Go on, Methuselah.

Go on. Flash your photo.
Come on. Flash the photo.

Ah, go on. Get stuffed.

Youse bastards want any seconds
or do I put the food away?

You got a hide to call this muck food.

One more minute and I put it away.

Oh, go back to Budapest, you peasant.

Yah!

Hey, listen, Monk, you gotta eat.

Yeah, Monk.
If you don't eat, you don't shit.

And if you don't shit, you die.

OK.

I don't know. What do you reckon?
About another 20 feet would do it.

Hey, Monk?

Close her up.

Watch yourself there —
She comes across.

Not on there, you clown.

On the T-bar.

Thanks, Pansy.

What about the catch?

The catch?!

Thanks.
Will you do me a favour?

Cut out the thanks bullshit,
alright?

It's not a please and thank you
outfit, right?

Sorry.

And don't be sorry, for Christ's sake!

Oh, knock it off, Pansy.
What?

I said knock it off.

Don't get cocky
that Tarzan didn't lay you out

because I might just save him
the fucking trouble.

Yeah, you and who else?
I wouldn't need anyone else.

Let's see if you fight

as well as you shoot your mouth off,
you wog bastard.

Cut it out,
you pair of morons.

Knock it off!

I'll... I'll fix you, wog.
Let me at him! Let me at him!

That's bloody Pansy again.

Come on. Let me have one swing.
He won't come back for more.

Yeah, we'll see
who won't come back for more.

Come on. Let him go.
Come on! Let him go!

Well, well, well.
What have we got here?

Little bit of friction?

Oh, don't let me stop anything.
I like a good punch-up.

But you better put money on it
because it'll cost you your jobs.

Good punch-up? Since when do wogs
go the distance with anyone?

Tell him to stop calling me a wog
or I'll knock his bloody block off!

I'm getting worried about this outfit.

In particular, one man.

Makes me wonder what sort of future
that man's got on my crew.

Oh, you just want me out.

About you I don't give a damn.

Five minutes
after you walk down that road,

I won't even remember
you've been alive.

That's how much you count to me.

But peace on the job, that counts.

Now, get back to work, the lot of you.

Hey, Monk.

Our Tarz's
getting quite a reputation

as a peacemaker these days,
isn't he?

I don't get you, mate.

Ah, it's probably all bullshit.
You know, the way that these, er...

What?

The trouble he had in the Andamooka.

What trouble?

Look, when we go to town
we're getting rubbished

about something
between Tarz and that Hun

from the copper drilling outfit.

What's his name? Er... Carl.

Yeah?

Yeah, it seems that, er,

Tarz and him had a few words
in the Andamooka.

Little misunderstanding.

The way the fellas tell it,
our Tarz sort of, er, crawled down.

Just an option I didn't care to take.
That's all.

That's your story.
That's me story.

And, er, you don't care
what they say?

Not unless there's dough in it.

They put their money
where their mouths are, I might.

How much money?
Enough.

You and your mates will
have to win me around to the idea.

Tempt me.

And you'll match it?
Dollar for dollar?

And cent for cent.
Right down the line. Winner take all.

But in your case, sweetheart,
there wouldn't have to be any money.

That'd be my pleasure.

Any time you fancy.

Well, that's your put-down
for the day, Pansy.

Don't feel put down at all.

Oh. Then you're lucky
you were born dumb.

What the hell's going on?

Another nightmare.

He has them all the time.

Oh, I can't talk without me teeth in.

Are you alright, Mad Dog?

Can, er...

...do anything for you?

Yeah.

Bugger off.

You're sweating. I'll get you a towel.

That scared the shit out of me.

Our heroes worry about things
that go bump in the night.

Very edgy men.

In the dark, they can't hide behind
the hair on their chests anymore.

This'll cool you down, Mad Dog.
Make you feel...

Will you fuck off, Monk?

We don't need
no Florence Nightingales here.

Just fuck off or I'll jam that towel
right up your arse.

Charming.

Can't we have quiet,
for Christ's sakes?!

Don't yell in me ear,
you mongrel bastard, Horse!

You'll go through the wall
the next time.

Yeah, that'll be the day.

Let me know
when you're ready to try.

Just have a bit of consideration
for people trying to sleep!

You want me to sing you
a fucking lullaby or something?

They kill me.
They really break me up.

- They ought to be on at the Tivoli.
- There's no Tivoli anymore.

Well,
wherever they have comedians, then.

That's where you idiots ought to be.

Give me that towel, will you, Monk?

I'll wet it again for you.

No, just as it is. Don't fuss.

You're too much, Monk.

Sometimes I think
you're from another planet.

Nothing worse than being sweaty.

No. Plenty of things are worse, Monk.

Plenty.

Hey.

Listen.

There are always planes
out there in the night.

Well, they give me the shits.

They make me remember
I'm stuck up here rotting.

Then why don't you
go back to the city?

You try being a cripple
some day, fella.

Great job opportunities.

You could spend the rest of your life
driving a lift.

You're still breathing, Mad Dog.

It don't matter
you're short of an arm or a leg.

Or even your cock.

So long as you're breathing.

It's alright for you, you old bastard.

You've had — what?...

60 good years
with two arms and two legs.

To me that rates as a fair innings.

Oh, wait and see, fella.

I used to think
I wouldn't want to go on living

without being able to root.

Oh, shit.

But in time your balls stop
being the centre of the universe.

You adjust.

I've asked you bastards!
Asked youse nice to be quiet.

Now I'm telling youse.

Shut your faces

or I'm gonna start
kicking arses round the floor.

Sick men or well men,
one-legged men or two-legged men!

We thought
you was asleep, Horse.

Dreaming of the thrills
you could give some little tart

with that great dong of yours.

I kept telling meself
I wasn't gonna get upset.

But it doesn't work.

Because I am upset!

I am fucking ropeable!

So I'm telling youse
for the last time,

shut your faces
and let me get me sleep!

Give you the world,
the old Horse, you know.

Underneath all that crappy wog shit
he goes on with,

there's a heart as big as a bucket.

I'm not fooling, Mad Dog!

I got a right to sleep

and if it means
making a bastard of meself,

I'll make a bloody bastard
of meself!

On two legs I'd do you like a dinner.

Even on one
I wouldn't write meself off.

Oh, forget it, Mad Dog.

Horse'd mostly likely club you to
death with that great dong of his.

I speak what I say!

Don't try me!

Can I say one thing
before I go to sleep, Horse?

Just one last thing, right?

What?!

This is for you, Horsey.
For you alone, mate.

Get stuffed, you wog bastard!

Hey, Tarz?!

Yeah?

She's going.

Two minutes to go!

I'm on my way up.

Righto.

Oi.

Methuselah?

Hey, Methuselah, you alright?!

What's that stupid
bloody idiot up to?

Hey, Methuselah?!

Holy shit! Back!

Block and tackle!

Hey, you all in one piece?

I think so.

Oh, shit, mate.

I'm sorry, Tarz.

Try and make it a little bit closer
next time, eh?

Right on the doorstep
if I can.

Come on. Let's get you out of here.

Oh! Thinking it'd pass,
like it usually does.

But by the time I knew it wouldn't,
I was out.

You should be in hospital.
You know that, don't you?

No more hospitals.

While there's a chance they can
do something for you, alright.

But not when it's the crunch.

There's no point then.

And they're lousy places to die in.

There's nobody here.

No, no. Here I'm a nuisance.
I'm not worth a day's pay a week.

I'm lucky Tarzan doesn't give me
the arse out of the joint.

But... when you're old...

...you accept being a nuisance.

It's your right.

And you enjoy it...

...in a weird kind of way.

Yeah, I can understand that.

But why do you stay in this heat?

Miles from any kind of real help?

I'm waiting.

For what?
Ahh.

The time to go.

What makes later so different to now?

Now's not right.

Look, I've got no spare chances.

When I go to that door,
there's no way back.

That's it.

And I'll be on the first plane
to the big smoke.

I'll take a room
in one of them swanky pubs.

You know, with coloured telly

and hot and cold air
blowing all over you

and everything you want.

And I'll have me tea
at 9:00 at night if I want it.

And I'll have it sent up on a tray.

I mean...

...I've got 3,000 bucks salted away.

Well, it's... no fortune but...

...what I've got's for me.

To stretch for as long as it'll last.

And I'll take cabs everywhere I go.

I'll study the form
and on Saturdays I'll punt.

Not big stuff, not like Pansy. No.

But I've got a...

...a system... worked out

that ought to cover me tabs.

Oh, for a while at least.

That's why the... time's gotta be right.

The luck's gotta be with me.

'Cause with just a little run of luck,

I ought to be able to make it
a soft ride home.

First class.

All the way.

I'll raise you five.

I've forgotten
what a pair looks like.

I'm beginning to think
you're pulling our noses, Pansy.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Nah. Not for five bucks.
Not with what I've got.

Seeing as how I'm a nice fella,
I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you two to one, $20 to $10.

Lost your girlfriend, mate?

Geez, I'd love to see
someone take him down.

Well, you can't go anywhere
with that.

Nah.

It's all yours.

I get me a run of luck
and no bastard's got anything.

Break your bloody heart.

You're collecting.
What more do you want?

This? Be happy with this?

Cigar money.

Phew! That'll do.

Don't you ever get tired?

Much longer up here,
you'll start to be a dangerous man.

You know, I'd have reckoned you'd
have been a gambling man, Tarz.

Nah. Bunch of whackers.
Never seen a sane gambler yet.

Oh, you've seen every fucking thing,
wise man, haven't you?

Just about.

Openers.

She's away.

Give me three.

One.

Horse!

Er, oh, give me two.

Go for broke.

Sure you got the energy
to pick them up?

And two for the dealer.

OK, she's away and running.

Who's gonna take on Pansy?

Bullshit. Not me.

I'm out.

Well, I wouldn't say
I was without a sporting chance.

That means he's got something.

So the old fox has got something.

Maybe.

10 bucks worth, maybe?

Yeah, you're pushing it bit, ain't you?

Why don't you give me two to one,
same as you did to Horse?

'Cause I smell something.

Well, what would you say
if I was to, er...

up it to...

...207

I'd say I'm interested.

So I'll, er...

up it...

.to 20.

Piss off, Monk.

And what if I up it to 40?

Do you?

I don't feel I've been bluffed out
again, fat mouth.

You've got your hand to play.

Well, I'm gonna see
what you're made of.

I'm upping it to, er...

...100.

Let's see the money on the table.

Causing me quite a problem,
Methuselah.

Quite a problem.

I reckoned I might.

Well, you fellas know
how I hate weak bets, right?

So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm making it 200.

How does that grab you?

Well, I don't have 200 on me.

If you say you can cover it,
it's OK.

He hasn't got 200 on him, Pansy.

No, shut up, Horse.

You'll take an IOU?

For as high as you want to go.

Then I'll say, er...

...300.

I gotta keep raising you,
Methuselah.

It's on the nod for me too. OK?

Sure.

400.

On the nose.

That's ridiculous.
Are you both out of your minds?

Come on, Methuselah,
you can't risk this sort of money.

You're trying to bluff me out.

There's money on the table,
Methuselah.

That's what it's all about.

And you reckon you're gonna win it.

Well, I've won some
and I've lost some.

I'm gonna win or lose this.

Maybe you're unbeatable.

I don't know.

You must be strong otherwise you
wouldn't be into this sort of money.

But I'm not getting shaken off
either.

So I'm saying 400.

Maybe I'll get tossed.

But I like the heat in the kitchen.

500.

- Christ.
- Mad, you bastards.

This has gotta stop!

Have you got any idea how much
I've put on a horse?

I don't care how much you put on.
This is here and now.

And I'm not having this sort of money
bet between friends.

Friends?

That's rich.

You and me friends, Tarz?

Would you rate us as friends?

What about Methuselah?
Is he my friend?

What would Methuselah do for me, eh?

Horse? Tassie?

Mad Dog?

Don't give that 'friends' bullshit,
for Christ's sake.

We live together.

Yeah, we live together,

we eat together
and we crap together.

So what?

You said yourself five minutes
after I walk out of this place

you wouldn't remember
I'd even been alive.

That goes for all of us.

Who'd give a damn
if Tassie got mashed

by one of those ground gobblers, eh?

We'd all say, “Too bad. Tough shit.
Poor old Tass.”

And everything
would go rolling right on.

One thing I've learned
in this world, fella,

look after number one
first, last and always.

I'm saying these bets are too high

for people who have got to
live together.

Too high for you, Tarz.

So you be glad you're out of it.

But between two old gamblers
like us,

it's as good as it gets.

1,000.

Bets are off.
Get your fucking hands off!

Keep out of what's
not your business.

This is my business.
People kill for big money.

I'm not having it here.

You don't own us, Tarzan.

It's none of your fucking business.

My job's keeping this outfit running,

not letting mad bastards like youse
bust it wide open.

It's not your decision.

It's our brass,
we're risking it in our own time

and there's no law against it!

Have you got rocks in your head
or what, you stupid old idiot?!

Oh, do what you like
with your fucking money!

But don't come running to me later
or I'll kick you out me bloody door!

You bid...

...1,0007?

That's right.

Then I'll say 2,000.

You got that much?

I've got three.

Then that's what I'll up it to.

I'll see you...

...for 3,000.

For $3,000?

3,000.

We've all got that clear, have we?

The wager's $3,000.

I've never, ever seen one before.

I've only seen one.

That makes two.

I've been playing cards
for more than 40 years

and I've never, ever seen one
on the table before.

Came along as sweet as you like.
I threw two away.

See, I was hoping for a run
or a flush.

Never dreamed that
this would come up.

But there it was...

...in the claw.

What'd it beat?

- Four big boys.
- Kings. Jesus.

I would have pushed it higher.

You can't push higher
than what you've got to lose, Pansy.

What sort of odds against
getting done with that?

But that's what I mean.

With four big ones in the claw,
sky's the limit.

I'd have hocked my life on it.

Methuselah, about the money.

What do you say we go into town
tomorrow and settle up, huh?

How do you plan on getting to town?

Well, I could ask
for a loan of the Willies.

What if I don't say yes?

Then we walk.

You'd make the old man walk?

Sure.

I'd carry him on my back.
But then we'd get a lift.

Someone always comes along
sooner or later.

Just a question of waiting.

Take the Land Rover

and go in early
and get all this shit over with

and, while you're in there,
check the mail.

Anything else?

Just this.

Thank you, sir.

It's better to fix these things up
while they're still fresh, Methuselah.

It takes the sweat out of it, eh?

There's no sweat, Pansy.

G'day, Marge. How're you going?

Good.

And you?

Oh, me? No worries.

Ta.

Hooroo.

Hey, do you see what I see?

Coming up.

Alright.

Did you get that, mate?
Yeah.

Good man.

Hey, Horse.

You could handle a lube job,
couldn't you?

Are you fair dinkum?!

Right on.

Yippee!

Hey, let it go.
The whores are in town!

Let me down!

Come on. Let us down.

From home?

Yeah, it's from me little boy.

I thought you was an alimony dodger.

Whores, Monk!

$40 a throw.

Or $60 if you want something special

that's gotta be
whispered in their ear.

Let's shift ourselves,
for Christ's sake.

We'll be stuck on the end
of the bloody queue again!

Once the word gets around,

there'll be every stud
for miles about pouring into town.

Hah, yeah, I prefer other ways too,
Tassie,

but a few years up here
makes you real unfussy.

Oh, ho, ho, ho!

I wanna go. I wanna go.

I... want... to... go!

What truck we taking?

The Willies. Tarzan's checking
if the engineers will be in it.

Is that bastard going?

Nuh.

He makes sure he doesn't front up
in town anymore, eh?

He's not one for the whores
these days.

I don't mean the whores.

I mean front at the Andamooka.

Yeah, well, that's his business.

Those women, they're like polecats
by the time you get to them.

Well, who's forcing you? Stay home.

Forget it.
Count the flies on the bloody wall.

Come on, you bastards!

I'm getting my balls knotted waiting.

What's the hold up?!

Come on, Horse, move your arse.

OK, then. Let's move it.

Hey, you coming, Monky?
Nah. Nah, I don't think so.

Oh, do you good, Monk.

You look as if you need a bit.
I'm alright.

Oh, a good strong woman
would ginger you right up.

Hey, tell us something
on the level, Monk.

You ever cracked it?

Hey, come on, Monk. Give over.

You've never cracked it, have you?

Oh, ease up, Pansy.

Frightened of it, Monk, are you?

- Get... get off me, Pansy.
- Come on, Pansy.

I wanna know
why you don't want it, Monk.

Haven't you got them?
Oh, Pansy!

Leave him alone.

What did you say?
I said leave him alone.

He's talking to me.
Come on, Pansy. Let me go.

Make me.

I should go through you now.

Hurry up, you bastards!

I'll bloody well leave without you!

But you'll keep...

.'cause I got better things
to do in town tonight.

But you got something
coming to you for that, fella.

Well, we are off.
Can't keep the pussy waiting.

Oh! Oh, Jesus! Me hat, me hat.

Come on, Horse!

You need your head read,
Horse.

Those women are revolting.

Yeah? Well, why have you shaved
if you're not a starter? Huh?

Yeah, we're coming, we're coming!

Niceties you've got to do without.
Oh, come on. Be in it!

Come on, you bastards!

Oh, Jesus, me dough, me dough.

Christ, can't get a fuck
without some money.

Yeah, hold it! Hold it! Coming!

Take it easy, Horse.

You'll lose it all in your strides.

Oh, don't worry, Methuselah.
I've got plenty.

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!
Let's go!

Go on, Mad Dog!

I'm coming! I'm gonna be in it!

Wait for me, you bastards!

Wait for me, you bastards!

Come on! You can do it, son!
Come on!

Jesus, 40-odd blokes
and only three birds.

It's gonna be another two hours.
No, it won't take that long.

Er, how do you get, mate?
20 minutes.

If you can't make it in 20 minutes,
you're in love.

How about we go down the boozer
till this thins out?

Not me, mate.

Mad Dog?
No way.

Alright, save us a place, will you?
I'll be back.

♪) Andamooka Annie's
back in town

♪ It's been a while
since Annie's been around

♪ There's movement
at the mining camp

♪ For the word has passed around

♪ Andamooka Annie's back in town

♪ Out in the opal country
there are fortunes lost and found

♪ And miners and prospectors
seek their fortunes in the ground

♪ She sits on a fortune
every time she sits down

♪ Andamooka Annie's back in town

♪ Andamooka Annie's back in town

♪ It's been a while
since Annie's been around

♪ There's movement
at the mining camp

♪ For the word has passed around

♪ Andamooka Annie's back in town. ♪

Hello, Carl.

Ah. My friend
from the Black Creek outfit.

Give us a stubbie, will ya?

How did you get on with
the famous Tarzan?

Think he'll come at it?

It's not whether he'll come at it.
It's whether you'll come at it now.

What are you talking about?

I've got a change of plan.

That's alright by me
if there's still some money in it.

Oh, there's plenty of money in it, Carl...
for both of us.

Who's in the chair?

Me. Me. It's my shout.

I'll get 'em.

The Monk is becoming a pisspot.

'Becoming'?!
The Monk is pissed!

I have never accused
of being pissed in my life.

Yeah... I'm a gambler.

Funny thing, though...

...I dunno whether that means
that money means everything to me...

...or money means nothing to me.

Money means nothing to you.

How would you know?

You're not a gambling man.

Just 'cause I don't play poker,
Methuselah,

doesn't mean I'm not a gambler.

Money is the root of all evil.

I'm not sure, but...

...you just might be
an interesting man.

Thanks, Methuselah.

The ROOT...

40, eh?

What do you get for the extra 20?

Only one way to find out.

Reckon it's worth it?

You'd be the judge of that.

Oh, I think I'll have it, ah...

...oysters.

Oysters?

Au naturel.

It's only $60... and I like it
with all the trimmings.

'Trimmings'?!

Listen, mate, that sort of stuff
might go down well in Budapest,

but I was brought up in Tasmania.

Bugger Tasmania!

Bugger you too, pal!

Come in.

G'day.

You, er... haven't...

...got anything, have you?

What do you mean?!

Well, you know.

Listen, you're less likely
to pick up something off one of us

than off any of your bloody amateurs.

Yeah.

10...

20...

30...

...40...

...and 20...

...makes 60.

Well!

Good evening!

Hey, Panse, better get
your arse into gear!

Horse is into seconds.

Rosie right?

Nah, she's still got a customer,
I think.

Don't let the side down, Pansy.

Hope you're not too pissed
to crack it!

That'll be the day.

Hey, whoa, ya big bastard!

Whoa, hold on!

Hey! How's youse buggers?!

Hey, Horse, you know...

...you're not a bad bastard,
for a wog.

You're the only man
I'd let say that, I can tell you that!

Hey!

I want you to cover for us.

Shh! Shut the door!

Quietly!

Shh!

I think we need a drink.

Shh!

Shut up, you bastards!
Let a man sleep!

Shh!

Let a man sleep!

You've got to be joking!
You've got to pay me more money!

We're talking 25.

I need to stake
the second claim.

Your share will be worth
three times the normal price.

I want 750.

600. That's as far as I'll go.

Take it or leave it.

Drinks are on me.

No, they're not —
They're on the fucking floor!

We're trying to sleep!

It's five o'clock in the morning!

Lay your ears back, boys,
and knock 'em down.

Here, Carl. Get that into ya.

We've got a right to sleep.

Well, stuff you and your sleep!

You'll have all the time in the world
to sleep soon enough.

And spray the air, for Christ's sake!

Ah!

Fuck the lot o' youse!

Oh, don't be like that, Tas!

Well, I'm drinking to Carl!

Best of luck to ya, Carl!

You'll do me, boy!

Where's Tarzan?

Hey, Pansy... Oh!

What's this oaf doing here?

You'll see.

Just stick around. You'll see.

He's the Hun, isn't he?

Where is Tarzan?

Try and find out.

Hey, Pansy...

...is that the other guy
we're looking for?

Monk.

Hey, Monk!

Hmm?
Where's Tom?

I think he's over at the, uh...

...the engineer's hut, with Tarz.

We'll get him now.

Tarzan's got no quarrel with you!

Stay out of something
that's none of your business!

He's got no argument with you!

You lousy kraut!

Ah!

You're wasting your breath,
Methuselah.

He's doing it for money.

Hey, Tarzan!

Get outta there! I wanna see you!

We're turnin' on a surprise party
for ya, Tarz!

What the bloody hell
do you think you're doin'?!

I want a word with you.

Over at the bunkhouse.

I'll give you more than a word, mate.

Whose money, Horse?

Just sit back and enjoy the show.

OK... let's clear these
fuckin' chairs!

I'm going to murder
this motherfucker!

What's going on?
Nothing, Monk.

Just two fellas who've had it
coming to them for a long time

are gonna collect.

So what's the bloody commotion?!

You're on private property, mate.

You better get off, quick smart!

You wanna make me? Try and make me.

You're trespassing, mate.

You know why I'm here?

I can guess.

He's put up $600
for me to fight you, arsehole!

But that can keep.

My first fight's with him.

With HIM?!
Yeah!

You see, he's worth more than $600.

Real vintage Pansy.

So you'd turn him in, you bastard?!

Well, $3,000's $3,000, Methuselah.

You should know that.

What's goin' on?!

You! Out!

Huh! Sure you got the right guy?

Yeah. It's Goldilocks.

Hey, Tarz! If you're not back in two
minutes, we'll know you've eloped.

Sorted it out, have you?

Yeah. Now I'm gonna
sort youse bastards out.

I'll bounce you and your Hun buddy
right off this turf.

I'll bounce you down that road
so hard,

youse'll never wanna
see or hear of me again,

not all your fuckin' days!

Just hold on a second, Tarz.

Get outta me way
or I'll do you first, then him!

I don't care which fights first,
but we've got business to set up.

No bets.

You like fighting for stakes,
don't you, Tarz?

No bets, Pansy!

Couple hundred dollars?
Come on, name it.

No bets!

You're stuffed, Pansy!

What is this?

You said you'd fight for stakes.

We all heard you say it, right here!

I fight for stakes,
but here it's not dough.

Here, I fight to survive, mate.

This here's my stake, under me!

Me turf!
And I'd fuckin' die for it, mate!

Win or lose, fat mouth,
this night you're not gonna forget!

Come on! I'll break every bloody bone!

Wait a minute!
Get outta me way!

Just let me speak!
Outta me way!

I'm tr yin' to fight a man!
Give me a second!

Let him speak, Tarz!

What?!
I'll fight the bastard.

Oh, you're wastin' me time!
I'll back myself against him!

You wanna kill yourself,
do it some place else.

This is MY fight!

No, Tarz.

Pansy's your fight.

But this bastard's mine.

Alright. We'll try it your way.

Just hold your horses!

It cost me $600
to promote these fights.

I was gonna offer Tarz at two to one,
and even money to Hun,

but I'm gonna be real generous.

I'm offering Tom at five to one.
Any takers?

I'll, uh... put $300 on Tom.

Methuselah — take the dough.

Ah, the Hun'll win. The bastard's
built like a brick shithouse!

Couldn't drop him
with a chainsaw!

Here, Panse,
I'll have 200 crispies on the Hun.

Yeah —
I'll go along with that too.

How about you, Tas?

I ain't bettin'.

I know who I'd rather see win,
shithead.

How about you, Goldilocks?

Wanna put some money
where your mouth is?

Why not?

Five to one, you reckon, Pansy?

Yep.

You can cover $600?

Sure.

Hang onto this.

There's three grand there,
Methuselah.

The other $1,500's on the nod, OK?

OK, let 'em go!

All in and last man standing.

Arggh!

Oh, yeah.

You son of a bastard!

Arggh!

Arggh! Arggh!

Arggh! Arggh!

Fight like a man, arsehole!

Ugh!

Ugh!
And another one!

Keep your distance, for Christ's sake!

Arggh!

Ugh!

Arggh! Arggh!

ARGGH!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Carl! Come on! Carl! Get up!

We've got money on this, Carl! Get up!

Get up and fight!

Carl! There's a lot of money on this!

Get up, you kraut bastard!

GET UP! That's my boy!

That's it, Carl! Get into it!
Sonofabitch!

Ugh!

Ugh! Ugh!

Belt him with a bar, Carl!

Hit him with a bar! Belt him!

UGH!

Come on, you can win, big fella!
That's the boy, Tommy!

Come on!

Shit!

He's fucked.

Mail plane leaves at 8:00.

I'll get the keys to the Land Rover.
Monk can drive you.

Hey, uh... Tom...

. mate...

...me and the boys have been talkin',
and, uh...

...it'd be alright for you to stay here.

We'll fix Pansy, no worries.

Thanks, Horse, but, uh... but no, thanks.

Excuse me, Mr Tom...

...you'd be better off here
with people you know

than you ever would be on the run,
wouldn't he, Horse?

Yeah, right, right, right!

I'll see you, Mad Dog.

Tas.

Well... here's your stake.

And here's your winnings.

No, you keep that.

For your soft ride home.

I'm a bit above charity, mate.

Then I'll tell you what I'll do,
Methuselah.

I'll toss you for it.

Call.

Heads.

It's yours.

He never even showed me the bastard!

Well, you're full of surprises,
aren't you, hey?

Better move on to Darwin real fast.

I'd come with you, but, uh...
I got a score to settle with someone.

You give him one for me.

Alright, you mongrel. Outside.

You've had this comin' for a long time.

Ugh!

Smash the bastard!
Ugh!

Give him the old one-two, Tarz!

Arggh!

Wanna lay $500 on yourself, Panse?
I'll give you $2!

Arggh!

Use the hook!

Ugh!

Go him, knuckleman! Go! Go!