All language subtitles for Son of a Gun.2014

Have you got anything in your pockets?

Empty it all out and hand it over to me.

Let me get it off, place it in this plastic bag.

Now, look at me.

Put your hands right up,
so I can see under you armpits.

Turn your hands the other way,
wiggle your fingers.

Foot down, other foot up.

Wiggle your toes.

I want you to drop down,
give us a big squat and cough.

You ever been in prison before
or been locked up?

You have enemies or anyone
who might have a problem with you

in this place?

Now, good. Keep your nose clean.

Six months with time off,
you'll be out in three.

Do you want anyone
on your phone account?

No.

Family?

No.

Time for a fresh start, then.

Side.

Front.

Look at the camera.

Open grills B and D.

Come on, move.

Right, this is you.

Come on, here you go.

All right in house.

Hey, boy.

You know the fucking game, mate.
Come with me. Let's go.

Hey, let's go.

I'm doing this.

The fuck do you want?

Bad move.

What?

- He's got you checkmate.
- It's all right. What?

He's got you checkmate in three moves.

Fuck off.

He hasn't.

Show me.

- Well, your king opens up...
- Whoa, what are you doing?

I didn't tell you to sit down.
I said, "Show me the move. "

Okay.

Checkmate.

You fucker.

So, what's all this staring about?

You've taken a little shine to me?

I read about you.

- You're the guy who...
- Shut it!

I'm no one.

You got it? In here, we're all no one.

- All right?
- All right.

And that includes them.

Beat it. Go.

What are you doing?

Whoa, steady.
Just trying to be neighborly. Okay?

Fuck the neighbors.

That's not going to help.

You got any better suggestions?

Didn't think so.

Go on, hit me. Hit me! Fucking hit me!

Boy, get up.

You obviously didn't hear me the first time.

Keep your nose out of other people's stuff.

Fuck! Fuck.

Fuck.

State your name and emergency.

Could you send a guard in, please, for Ben?

Ben's dying, he's bleeding everywhere.

Please, hurry. Send a guard in now.

Move away from him.

Hang in there, mate. Hang in there, buddy.

- Call for a blanket.
- Fresh roll of linens.

I see our little friend didn't make it.

See you around.

Whoa, whoa, there you are.

Got a problem, have we?

Fuck off.

- Fuck off.
- I hear he's painted on.

You heard the man, fuck off, trunk!

Fuck you!

Take your fucking poodles with you.

- Trucky cunt!
- Merv, get in your cell.

Come here. Sit down. Sit down.

In game three of the most
famous chess tournament in history

between Bobby Fischer and Boris Spassky,

Bobby played an opening move
he'd never played before.

It means, "Son of Sorrow. "

If you commit to this, there's no going back.

If you play this opening, you're saying,
"I'm not interested in a draw.

"A draw can't help me. "

This is all or nothing.
This is a fight to the death.

Now, if you want to take action,

then make it count.

No half measures.

'Cause unless you're planning on
fighting plaque,

this is not gonna stop Dave and his cronies.

You understand? I can sort this for you.

But then, I'm gonna need
your help on the outside.

To do what?

What do you think?

I'm looking at 20 years
without parole in this shit hole.

Twenty-five once I sort your wee problem.

And what if I say no?

Well,

Dave has some very ugly friends,

both inside and outside of prison.

You might find you need
something more than a toothbrush.

Go on, think about it.

Go on.

Get the fuck off me, you fuckers!

Brendan, this is none
of your fucking business.

The business model's changed, Dave.

Go, go, go, go.

It's okay. Walk, walk, walk.

Ta-ta, cunt!

Okay. Go on. Keep walking. Keep walking.

Keep walking. Get in your cell.
Go on. Go, go, go.

No, no, I'm not happy.

I wanted blue and white and red.

The colors of the bloody Aussie flag,
you dimwit.

We're not throwing a Tupperware party.

She's our future State Premier.

Fuck.

Fundraiser.

You got something for me?

- Guys, do you mind?
- Sorry, boss.

He says you know the game.

You mean chess?

Which fucking game
am I playing? Monopoly?

What's my next move?

Pawn to king four.

Get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, he takes the bait,

then his knights open up
to your bishop two.

Right.

The sacrificial lamb.

Yeah.

Josh, give him the suitcase.

Josh? Suitcase.

This is where you're staying.
It's right on the beach.

Look, I know it's been a while,
but try not to drool.

It's not a good look.

Faggot.

- What did you say?
- What?

Did I just call you a faggot?

Sorry, mate. I got Tourette's syndrome.

Yeah, it's a real problem. Faggot.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Tasha, a friend of Sam's.

I'm just gonna use your toilet.

It's just to the left.

Hey, do you want a beer?

I'm here to drop something off.

Still no harm in a beer, right?

That's everything you need. Cash, phone.

So, what's the plan?

Keep the phone charged,
and when it rings, answer it.

Someone will tell you what to do.

- You government?
- Sam sent me.

Sam who?

Fucking no idea. Little bald guy. Sam.

Sit down here, mate.

- You from around here?
- No.

Don't need a room, do you?
Got one down here.

No.

- Pills?
- Ecstasy.

You know that?

- What?
- You know what Ecstasy is?

Yeah.

I don't have these.

I love this bit.

What do you have?

You'll like what I got.

Check that out, Russian grenade.

I shouldn't have given that to you.
You'll blow us both up.

Right, MP5K,

Special Forces.

M4, infantry.

M60, Rambo lll.

- What's in there?
- That's just for my own personal use.

But seeing as you're asking...

RPG-7, for the invasion.

Right, that lot will set you back 18 Gs,

and I'll chuck in free training.

Want one? Help you concentrate.

Right, you see that wagon?

That's your target.
I want you to take that out with the M60.

All right? Short bursts.

It's a bit different
when you're shooting at real people.

Cover and fire!

Come on!

Fuck! Where is the fucking phone?

- Tasha?
- Hey, kid,

you're on for tomorrow.

Don't miss that flight.

Hey, mate, where's the scenic flights?

Just up there to the left, mate.

All right, thanks.

First time, kid?

Me too.

Just kidding. Been doing this
for 15 years without a hiccup.

-1983.
- Fuck.

We won the America's Cup

for the first time in 123 years.

It ran outside of New York.

- Turn off the radio.
- What the fuck are you doing?

Turn off the radio
and put this into your GPS.

Settle down, kid.

- Do it! Just do it!
- Just fucking settle down, man.

Hey, you and your mate still sucking cock?

- What's your problem?
- This is our problem.

Yeah!

- Open the out door.
- I've got a family at home.

Hey, just open the door.

I'll fucking bloody do it!

We have a hostage situation.

Get the fucking keys!

Get the fucking keys!

It's stuck. I'm fucking trying.

Come on, get it open!

- Where is he?
- That little fucking fuck! Where is he?

He'll be here.

Down on the ground, now!

You fucking stay where you are.
Stay where you fucking are.

I'll fucking pop him! I'll do it.

Get down on the ground!

Open up the gun!

Put him on the fucking ground. Move.

Come on!

Yeah!

Let's get a burger!

I'm assuming you chose this one
for the leather upholstery.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, son.

There it is, fucking fucker!

In breaking news,
the police have released the identities

of three inmates who escaped
from the state's maximum security prison...

Here we are.

Notorious armed robbers
Brendan Lynch and Craig Sterling,

and convicted rapist Mervyn Rider

who was sentenced to 10 years
for the rape of a Perth schoolgirl.

- The daring prison break...
- Did you know about that?

Told me it was GBH.

Fucking shit bag.

Here comes the fat fuck now.

All right?

You know, I know that place.

Last time I bought a takeaway there,
my mate found two big slugs in his burger.

What? Like garden slugs?

Garden. Yeah, they had some cheese...

You shouldn't have lied to us.

You're on your own now.

Tell them anything useful,

someone will be waiting for you
on the inside.

Come one, let's go. Other car.

Right.

Keys.

What do you reckon, pretty sweet, huh?

Single entry. Too high to jump.

Something goes wrong, we're sitting ducks.

We'll just get some sheets, tie them
together and hang them over the edge.

You seen what's out here?
I haven't had a fuck for six years, mate.

Just relax, have a beer.

- Here.
- Where's my suitcase?

All right, Ken, still Sam's doorman, eh?

Wait here.

Jesus.

- You know much about art?
- Don't fucking touch that.

You know it's a waste of fucking time

because if it's worth anything,
you can't fence it.

Stick to cash and jewelries.

Hey.

"Minister fears for his life. "

Come up!

Hey, I found something you'll like.

Do you know
how much gold is worth these days?

It's three times what it was
when you went inside,

and where does it all come from?

- Africa.
- Kalgoorlie.

Look, if it's a job,
I'll have to wait till the heat's off.

It can't wait, and if you're not gonna do it,

- then I can't tell you what it is.
- Nice try, Sam.

Or the seven figure sum involved.

What?

We're gonna go after the supplier.

Go on.

The gold room
will be holding five or six bars.

That's four and a half million

of portable, untraceable moolah
once we get it to Melbourne.

You said yourself, you might as well
be hung for a sheep as for a goat.

No I said, "If you're gonna be hung
for stealing a sheep,

"you might as well fuck it as well. "

It's about your fundraiser.

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Look at you, all fucking grown up.

See yourself as a father figure, do you?

That's funny.

Tasha...

Do you have a lighter?

I liked you better without the jacket.

You're trying to be one of them,
and it doesn't suit you.

- Maybe you could take me shopping.
- What?

And buy you some taste?

This one's off limits, okay?

- Mind your own business, Josh.
- Come on, Tash. You know the rules.

- Hey, what are you doing, you fucking idiot?
- Get the fuck off me!

Fuck off!

What's he doing?

Help!

- Help!
- Take my hand!

- Swim!
- Take my hand.

Swim! What are you...

It was an accident.

Fucking idiot! I'll fucking kill you!

Hey, hey!

Now you're just blending in, aren't you, eh?

Where you going? The party just started.

Jump in.

Cheer up. You'll dry in no time.

Must be nice not to worry about money.

Driving that car, living in that big house...

Well, that's what I thought in the beginning.

I'm not sleeping with him
if that's what you're asking.

I never thought you were.

Not anymore.

So if you're not sleeping with him,
why does he keep you around?

The same reason
you bought that dumb leatherjacket.

He thinks it makes him look good.

Check this out.

They're really good dumplings.
You have to try one.

Go on.

Is it your first time?

Come on.

A bit more higher up.

Relax. Relax the hand.

There you go. Try now. Okay?

So how'd he find you?

He advertised on the Internet.

They said it was easier to get a visa
if you're a student.

Work for two years,
and you get a certificate and a passport.

That's the theory.

Never saw anyone get a passport yet.

Why do you stick around?

Why don't you just flog the Porsche
and drive to Broome?

He caught the last girl
who tried something like that.

A kitchen fire on the police report.

Is there anyone back home who can help?

No.

How about your people?

Last time I was home, my dad gave me this
as a Christmas present.

Well, at least you have
something to remember him by, huh?

He should have taught you
how to swim, though.

Try your sticks again.

This is the first time I've seen you laugh.

We have to go.

Fucking JR!

Did you give your ferret a run?

Did you give your ferret a run?

Let me have a word with the boy,
will you, Sterlo?

Did you have a good night last night,
did you?

We ate dumplings.

You ate dumplings
and what else did you do?

Just dumplings.

- I told you, nothing happened.
- Yeah. I know.

If it had, Sam would have made you both
shark food by now.

Is that it? Can I...

You listen to me, you listen
very fucking carefully. Right?

You do not bend the rules
for a piece of skirt.

Now, you stop thinking
with your bloody dick

and get with the program,
or you are fucking out, right?

What's it gonna be?
Tell me right fucking now.

I'm with the program.

Good.

Sam came through with a new place. Sterlo!

- Yeah?
- Sam came through with a new place.

Good. This is better.

Yeah.

Fucking great.

Fucking perfect.

How solid is the intel?

We've got security codes,
work rosters up the wazoo.

What about access IDs?

My inside man is going to get them
once we've sorted the crew.

- So, are we on?
- We're on.

Understood.

Okay, great.

There's about a dozen
panic buttons in the building.

The front door cannot be circumnavigated,
no matter how hard we huff and puff.

So we'll cut our way in the night before.

Now, it's important to get the jump on them,

so someone will crawl into the vent
and drop down from the ceiling

five minutes before the pour.

Now, this monkey will wave his gun around,
do a bit of crowd control,

and then get one of the staff
to open the front door

where the rest of us will be waiting.

So who's the monkey?

There's no margin for error.
You fuck this up,

and one of them hits the panic button,
then it's game over.

But if they're scared enough,
they won't do shit.

So you get your gun
right in the fucking head

and say, "Don't fucking move,
or I'll fucking waste you!"

If you look like you mean it,
they'll just about do anything you say.

Come on.
We've got to go and see about a driver.

It keeps fucking tightening!

Maybe you're just not driving it right.

When did they let you out?

They didn't.

The worst case scenario
is it'll be a real hornet's nest.

I mean, choppers and assault rifles.

In that case, we'll high tail
it to our escape route which will be here.

Like this.

You two will be front of house, here,

while the young fellow
and I will be on gold duties.

I'm supposed to be on the gold.

You'll be front of house, right?

If you don't mind, I want Josh on the gold.

I do mind.

In the light of certain concessions...

Fuck sake! All right, once we're in,
JR, you'll be here with Sterlo.

Don't cry.

Something goes wrong,
Chris'll be parked here.

What did you say?

- What'd you say?
- Don't cry.

Come here, you little fucking prick!

Go and get some drinks.
Go and get some fucking drinks, go!

Don't be a fucking idiot.

I'll get someone else.

We want you!

Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off her.
You heard what she said!

- Yeah, what are you gonna do?
- See this?

- Whoa, whoa, okay, man!
- See this?

- Walk away! Fuck off!
- Yeah, we get it.

Tasha!

I suppose you think that was smart.

What if they call the police?

I can handle that.

I can't.

You're right.

I'm an idiot. I'm sorry.

Wanna go for coffee or something?

Sam wouldn't like it.

Fuck Sam.

Near your place, there's a footbridge
to the beach. Know it?

Yeah.

I'm off at 8:00. I'll meet you there.

What are you doing?

Fuck...

Come! Come, it's okay.

Why couldn't we do this in a restaurant?

- Too many people!
- Shit.

This is more relaxing.

Relaxing, really?

As soon as you get out far enough,

it's not a problem anymore.

Well, it's a problem for me.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's fine.

When I was a kid,
I hadn't quite learned to swim yet.

My dad gets this stupid idea in his head

that the best way to learn
is to chuck me overboard.

And?

I drowned.

Seriously, my heart stopped.

What was it like?

Once you stop thinking about it, it's...

It's kind of peaceful.

Two blond children.

I just liked them because they looked happy.

It's not real.

It's real for someone, isn't it?

I don't know.

You ever met a family like that?

Me either.

What's this, anyway?

A good luck charm.

How's that been working out for you?

Not so great until now.

It says,

"Things are not

"as you imagine. "

Really?

I think they generally are, though.

What if I'm working for Sam?

Trying to win your confidence.

Find your weakness.

Yeah, well, you can tell Sam
all about it if you like. I don't give a fuck.

We're gonna get the gold, I'll get my share,
then you and me are gonna run off together.

Sure.

Like that's gonna happen.

Just pack your bags and be ready.

Okay?

What the fuck is this?

All you had to be was on time.

- I know. I'm sorry I'm late.
- There's no margin for error here.

That'll do, eh?

You ever wonder
what if it doesn't all go to plan?

Let me ask you something, kid.

Do you think Danny Green ever thinks
about losing a fight?

- Guess not.
- Of course he fucking does.

But what he knows is he's a tough prick.

He's got a trainer
who's gonna look after him.

And Brendan's the only
bloke I know who's been blessed by fairies.

If you want proof
of that you take a fucking look at me.

I had three life sentences.

Three of the fuckers.

Here I am,
free as a bird, doing what I like best.

When you follow Brendan... Look at me.

When you follow Brendan,

then guaran-fucking-teed
that's where the pot of gold will be.

Except you both ended up in prison.

Paperwork and ID, boys.

- You're good, guys.
- All right.

Cheers.

Bingo!

Come on, just stick to the game plan,
you'll do fine.

Hey, you can do this.

Right?

Okay, I see it.

I'm in position.

All right, just hold tight.
Only a few hours to go.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Brendan? You there?

Fuck!

What's going on?

I just dropped my torch.

Will they see it?

I dunno.

Will they see it or not?
You're the one in the vent. It's your call.

Fuck!

I'm in here. I'll keep going. Keep going.

All right.

Is everything okay?

It's all fine.

What did he tell you?

Like you said.

He wants to take his share
and then him and me to run off together.

Did you fuck him?

I told him it was too dangerous.

That's my girl.

Good night, Sam.

Right, remember, stick together.

Stay in contact, and if you have to shoot,

shoot their legs, okay?

Yo!

Someone called a faulty monitor.

- Well, it wasn't me, mate.
- Well, someone did, mate.

Come on, look,
I've got a work order to fill here.

All right.

Wait there.

Come on. Get in here.

Sit the fuck down! Sit down!

Go now! You're on.

Fuck.

Okay.

Okay.

Don't you fucking move!
Nobody move! Nobody move!

Get up! Get the fuck up! Get up!

Don't move or I'll fucking waste you!
Don't press it!

Open the fucking door!

Nobody move!

We just want the gold,
we don't wanna hurt anyone.

We don't want any fucking heroic shit!

On the ground! Get on the ground!

How are we doing?

They're clear.

You! Are you the manager?

There's three responses,
"Yes," "No," and "I'm not sure. "

- Yeah, I'm the manager.
- Get up! Go on!

Take this one, go!

You, Supervisor,
let's go, let's move. We haven't got all day.

Come on, let's go.

Take my hand! Take my hand!
Come on. It's okay.

All right, start the pour,
just as you always do. Come on!

Let's go.

Put your fucking head down.

Sterlo, I'm supposed to be on the gold.

Don't use my name, you fucking...

You've been demoted, just stay here.

- I didn't! I didn't!
- Stay there!

Go, go, go, start the pour! Come on.

Keep your fucking eyes on them!
Keep your eyes on them!

Don't fucking look at me! On the ground!

- Keep your eyes on him!
- All right.

Is it four or five minutes to set?

Five minutes.

You fucking idiot!

Watch it! What the fuck is going on here?

He was going for the door!

Oh, fuck!

All right, all right, stop your bleating!

We have to keep the pressure on, all right?

Please...

I'm going to tighten it now.
One, two, three...

Yourjob is to keep that tight.
Keep pressure there.

Babysit this piece of shit, will you?

If he tries anything, fucking shoot him.

Don't turn your back on them.
Never turn your fucking back on them!

- You're fucking dead!
- Shut up!

Put your fucking mask back on, dickhead.

Shut up!

Hey, boys, the jacks are onto us,
the airwaves have lit up.

Switch to plan B.

Okay, cool them down.

Come on, let's fucking move, move!

Okay, come on, let's go, join the others.

We've got them. Come and get us.

On my way.

Okay, let's do it.

Go get the other bag.

- You! Stay here!
- Let's go, come on.

Move, move, move. Go, go!

Don't shoot! They've got guns! Don't shoot!

They've got guns! They've got guns!

Don't shoot!

- Hold your fire!
- Hold your positions!

Don't shoot!

They've got fucking guns!

Fucking move!

Let's go! Come on!

Get in the car! Come on!

Okay go!

Shit!

Put pressure on it! Put pressure on it!

I don't know what I'm pressing on!

Hang on, Sterlo!

You're all right, Sterlo. You're all right.

Put your foot down!

Fucking lose him, Chris!

Shit! I'm empty!

All right, mate. It's okay.

It's okay.

Fuck.

My little girl. She gets my cut.

Fuck!

Hold on!

Hold on.

About fucking time.

This piece of shit took me
off the gold and broke my fucking nose!

- Get in the car.
- You're a fucking amateur!

Come here, Josh.

What the fuck happened?

- You're all over the news.
- Your nephew happened.

I took my eye off him for one second.

Well, I told you,
"Put him on the gold with you. "

Yeah, and I told you this was my operation.

I gave him a gun
and he fucking shot someone.

You want him out of the car, or...

No, leave him in there.

I'm sorry about your mate.

That's very nice of you.

I'm sure that's a sentiment
that will be shared by his wife.

How many bars did you get?

- Six.
- Six?

That's good.

We're all rich.

Put them in the car.

We'll burn the car
and cut the gold in smaller pieces.

I'll drop your share off tonight.

You'll fence it yourself
or use my guy in Melbourne.

Right.

Should we say anything?

Bye, Sterlo.

Where you're going, they don't give parole.

- Hi.
- Can I come in?

Yes.

I could go for...

Sure.

I'll put on the kettle.

How do you take it?

Black, no sugar.

Sam said I have to teach you
not to keep secrets.

From Tasha, "Run! Sam set you up. "

Fuck! Keep going. Keep going.

Yeah.

Why did you do it, Sam?

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Yeah, you're damn right about that.

Keep an eye on the street!

Albert Jones, this is it.

Well, this is not a fortune,
but this will buy us some help in Melbourne.

What's in Melbourne?

That's where Sam turns gold into money.

You said your mate organized
a hand over to the Russian mob

tomorrow or the next day, right?

Well, this is where
my mate reckons it's gonna happen.

Port of Melbourne, this intersection.

This is the time.

You know it?

Pay him.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

Police are appealing for any
witnesses to come forward

after the discovery of a burned out car
in Kalgoorlie this morning.

You're on TV!

The Land Cruiser was found
in an abandoned pit

belonging to the KB Mining Corporation.

Police believe the car
is linked to convicted bank robber

and prison escapee Brendan Lynch
and 19-year-old Jesse-Ryan White.

Investigators say they are the chief suspects
in a brazen robbery two days ago

that netted more than
$10 million worth of gold.

Fuck off!

That's more than twice what we took.

Everyone's ripping off everyone, eh?

Isn't that right?

What are you trying to say?

Go and get us some takeaway, will you?

Post this while you're out.

What is it?

Dead man's cut. It's for Sterlo's wife.

Post it your-fucking-self.

You do as you're told.

Fuck you!

Get the fuck off me! You fucking asshole!

Say fucking "Mercy. "

- Say fucking "Mercy!"
- Fuck you!

Say fucking "Mercy!"

Mercy, mercy, mercy...

Where do you get off
blowing a fuse like that?

I'm done with this shit!

You can find yourself another monkey.

What you gonna do, eh?
Run off with that stupid cow?

You don't know shit about her!

You say that like you know her!

I've seen too many
good men do prison time for bunts like that.

You stupid idiot!

There's only two races
of people in this world.

Did you know that?

Some scientist looked way, way back in our
evolution and he discovered that

all humans come from
just two kinds of monkey.

The chimpanzee and the bonobo.

They are almost indistinguishable.

They're both primates, but have
completely different characteristics.

The chimp, if it's threatened
or scared, it will fight,

and in some cases even kill its own.

But the bonobo, they just
huddle together and fuck.

Yeah, yeah, you're a lover or a fighter.

The bonobo are almost extinct.

You need to figure
out which species you are!

And you better do it quickly.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Once this job comes off we have to vanish.

I mean, completely disappear.

You can't do that with a girl in tow.

They can't disconnect. There's always
someone they've got to get a message to.

Don't make the same mistakes I made.

You've got to trust me on this, JR.

The only woman I loved
got me 10 years without even trying.

That should be enough
to get her off your back.

Tell her it's just for a couple of weeks,
that you have to do this thing solo.

Fuck!

Tasha!

Tasha, what are you doing?

- Tasha!
- Let me go!

Listen to me for a fucking second, okay?

Please, listen to me for a second.

You're losing your grip, Brendan.

Kids, Chinese takeaway...

Your mate Sam has put a hit on you.

Aye, it figures.

How much am I worth, huh?

What is it, 2,000?

Well, that's like $100 a day.

No, no, no.
It's not like that. It's not like that!

Okay? It's too dangerous for you here.

Meet me on the Central Coast
after we've done the job.

- Sure, like he told you to.
- I need to see this through.

Tasha, we need
the money from this next job.

And you think he's gonna give it to you?

Haven't you figured this out?

Why the hell
do you think he keeps you around?

He just needs
some kid he can throw his shit on.

Some kid, eh?

Yes.

And you're perfect.

A mixed up orphan, looking for a father.

See you around.

I should have been wise like you, Wayne.

Accept the low-paid hit and take all the risk,
while he off-loads all the fucking gold.

- What fucking gold?
- The Kalgoorlie job.

You didn't know that was him?

He said that Josh was coming to town.

So what the fuck are you doing here?

I figured I would hit him

during the hand over.

If you came on board,

you could be walking
away with at least a few hundred grand.

Now, I don't know
what they're paying for the murder,

but I'm pretty sure it's not that, eh?

Fuck!

It's Tasha. Leave a message.

You were right.

Things are not as you imagine.

Pressure can be a bitch sometimes.

Every fucker telling you,
"Do this. Don't do this. "

Happy birthday.

That's a Tanfoglio.

Takes 15 in the clip and one in the chamber.

Fuck you.

Don't be so fucking sensitive.
Get up, we're going out.

This will be the spot.

That's from Sam.

- It's just a key.
- Yeah, it's a key. It's a key to the gold.

The gold where?

Watch this.

Hey!

Come on, Ken!

Come out with your fucking hands up!

I know you're there, mate. Come on, Ken.

Come on.

Check the driver.

Josh! Josh!

What were you handing over?

Where's the fucking gold?

He gave him this.

All right, he's alive. Get him in the van.

Get off me! Fuck!

Fuck!

What the fuck, Wayne?

You're working for Sam, aren't you?

He got a better offer.

Josh.

Where is my gold?

Go fuck yourself.

Bring me that fucking hammer or something.

What I can't stand
is all the shouting. You know?

"Oh, please, don't hurt me. Oh, no, no.

"No, please, no,
not the thumbs, not the thumbs.

"I'm just learning the piano. "

No, wait! No, wait!

- See, we haven't even started yet.
- Don't do it.

Fuck off! Don't do it.

I reckon, he'd be quieter

- in that freezer.
- What?

Wayne, you are a fucking genius.

Put him in the freezer.

No, fuck off!

- Go on.
- No! Fuck off!

Don't... Let go of me!

How long does it take
for hypothermia to kick in?

All right, let him out.

Right, let's try this again.

Where is my gold, Josh?

I can't straighten my legs.

Should I get Wayne
to straighten them with a fucking hammer?

Where's my fucking gold, Josh?

No, don't. No, please don't.

Please, don't...

We're not home yet.

Still gotta get it out of the country,

but first we've got
some unfinished business back west.

Here you are, thank you.

Here are your tickets, enjoy your flight.

God bless you. Thank you. Come on, son.

Who moved this?

Who moved this?

I did.

I wasn't expecting
any honor amongst thieves here,

but I am not sensing much remorse, Sam.

It's business.

No place for sentiments.

Couldn't agree more.

- Cheers, mate, keep the change.
- Thank you.

- Okay, number 43.
- No worries.

You're all right.

Where were you?

Just getting a chocolate bar.

Do you want some?

They give you pimples.

Come on, I'm gonna see a man about a boat.

That's her ahead.

She any good in a storm?

Depends how good a sailor you are.

Took me to Java
ten years ago, single-handed.

Up the Whitsundays every Christmas
with the wife while she was still up to it.

How much do you want for her?

The wife? She's not
much chop since she caught Alzheimer's.

No, the boat, mate.

Price is on the advert.

I already turned down 75 for her.

What would you say

to 80, cash in hand?

You're on.

I told you to sit where I could see you.

- I'm just watching TV.
- Sit there!

Sit there.

Better!

Fuck.

Wake up.

It's time to go.

We're all set.

I'm sorry, kid.

This is the end of the line for you.

I don't want your
death on my conscience, so I was thinking,

what's a fair price
for a young bloke like you?

And I came up with half a bar, 350.

Half of four million is two million.

- What are you smiling at?
- Nothing.

What would you
do with that kind of money, anyway?

Buy a boat maybe.

Your book makes it sound pretty easy.

Where did you get that?

The flat in Melbourne.

You fucking used me.

I'm offering you 350,000 fucking dollars.

You don't have that kind of money anymore.

What?

Fucking what?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Right.

I'll only ask you this the fucking once.

- That'll be for you.
- Where is the gold?

Answer it.

Son of Sorrow.

- What?
- No half measures, right?

If you shoot me, she'll call the cops.

Answer it!

If you want to see
your half of the gold, do what he says.

- Where were you?
- Just getting a chocolate bar.

Things are not as you imagine.

Okay, number 43.

You were right.

Never trust a woman.

Checkmate.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Come on!

Didn't it occur to you that she could
just run off with all the fucking gold?

You know what?

It didn't.

You're a fucking idiot.

I'm a bonobo.

What am I? A fucking chimp?

Keep the phone.

I'll call you and let you know where you can
find your half of the money.

Next time you're in Darwin,

make sure you pay
your respects to Albert's cousin Thomas.

PS. Here's some proof
that the bonobos aren't dying out.